#But even then was probably not the nicest person to deal with. I bet he was even more blunt when telling what he thinks.

[villain-in-love]

2 and 10 for the general self ship ask game!!! Also 8, if you're interested in answering it! I'm just curious if you have any crushes or potential f/os, I'd love to hear about it! 👀

(Also doesn't need to be about Touchstarved, but while you're posting about it... you made me realise I have a small teeny-tiny crush on Vere lmao. I hate that sly fox boy. It's an awesome game from what I've seen in the demo, love that you're getting interested in it!)

Okay, I'm back again and ready to answer this!

2. Two headcanons/facts-- one from your newest F/O and one from the oldest.

Oh my gods… Ciel! Come back here, I need you again!

Thistle: Once again, a headcanon based on what I saw in canon... I think that Thistle does, in fact, have a sense of humour, it's just pretty dark. His idea of making jokes as a jester was mostly insulting people in creative ways (well, still is). And I feel like that gag of presenting dead main characters as dishes in reverse to what they've been doing to his monsters is also a perfect example of what Thistle thinks is funny (I'm convinced that it would have been his idea)

Ciel: ...if I had a nickel for every time Ciel set a building with children on fire, I would have two nickels, which isn't a lot, but funny how that happened twice. To be fair, he only meant to kill everyone the first time. The next time the idea was to just force everyone out of the building. But still.

10. Please rave about your F/O(s)! Why you like them, why they like you, a fact or headcanon you haven't shared, whatever you'd like to answer with! (:

Can we talk about Xerxes Break? Let’s talk about Xerxes Break, because we should definitely talk about Xerxes Break.

One thing that not many people understand, but also the thing that I adore about him, is how he doesn’t give a single flying fuck about being socially appropriate. So, he wouldn't try particularly hard to maintain a decorum and act nice, if he doesn’t like you - he will let you know. This man must not be allowed to hang around the high society, yet there he is. Insulting nobles.

And take a look at this:

Break can either say things politely with a sourest face, or smile pleasantly while telling you to go fuck yourself (Words cannot describe how much Break hates Vincent)

Or sometimes he will just insult you through his doll, as if it wasn't him, just because he can.

It's actually canon that he has... questionable reputation. It was mentioned by Sharon in one of the chapters, that Break's colleagues in Pandora talk behind his back because of his arrogance and shitty attitude...

I just think it's funny how, of all things, this is the type of situation where Xerxes almost always choses to tell the truths of what he thinks.

He's so mean and rude, I'm in love with him.

8. Anyone you don't have an F/O but like (be it a crush or just affinity)? Why aren't they an F/O? Can you imagine them ever being one? Why or why not?

For the record: it’s been almost a year since I got into Touchstarved, actually. I just didn’t talk much about it before… Partly because it’s still in development and I prefer not to run ahead of the train and get too invested in the fanon (of which most of the fandom consists right now), to avoid getting disappointed when canon information will get revealed. So for now I am eagerly awaiting the day of the release, because the game IS amazing, and I need more of it.

So. Kuras and Mhin. Since I myself actually want to clarify what is going on.

As I already said, the two criteria needed for a f/o is this: 1. I have to be in love with the character; 2. I have to be able to create a proper lore for the self ship with them.

And, well, because the game is still in development, Kuras and Mhin have yet to fulfil those criteria... But I am indeed attracted to them, even if not as intensely as to my official f/os, so right now they are placed in the separate list of crushes.

To be honest, I do have some ideas for self ships with them already, and I already have a s/i... Just not enough to consistently make content about it here – not enough information, I don’t even know how the plot of the game will go and who they truly are as people!..

But. If you are curious, I can surely post more about them, my Touchstarved s/i, and my ideas for the ships!

P.S. Crushing on Vere, huh? Funnily enough, he's a favourite character of my best friend, but I myself like him the least out of the main cast. Though that's mainly because I find him so difficult to deal with. As a character, I think Vere is great (and frustratingly pretty), it's just that I don't understand him at all... However! I am now curious of how you perceive him and what could be his dynamic with your s/i.

[dontbethatguy20]

Revenant Boyfriend Headcannons

@reid-levesque

He would insult you, but like in a nice way, if that makes sense. Like "That shirt looks ugly on you, you should change it to something more nice, your face is nice to look at but your clothes aren't."

Definitely would not do PDA, but in private, you probably still wouldn't get much, but you could get a hug and a kiss from him if you are very lucky.

He's definitely a cat person, or I guess cat robot, so if you have a cat, you bet your ass he's gunna like it (unless it's a clingy cat) he thinks dogs are annoying and have to much energy. But his favorite animal is probably a hyena.

He feel would find little things like key chains and think of you. He'll then take it and give it to you. This is one of the nicest things he'll do for you.

If you're short and you need help getting something or if you're too weak to open it, he'll insult or comment on your height or strength (not in a mean way), but he will help you with what you need.

If you are on a team together in the apex games, he'll protect you at all costs, especially in duos. It's the best way he can show he cares.

If you cry because of someone else's doing, he will kill them once he figures it out who it is, and if you don't tell him, he'll find out somehow and still kill them.

No one knows this, but sometimes, he does have hard days. He wishes so hard to be human agian and knows he can't anymore, and sometimes it will fill him rage or sometimes sadness. He'll actually let you comfort him after some convincing.

If you go out in public, most likely because he'll scare people and he just doesn't want to go. But if there is a place he can go without scaring people off, then he sometimes will.

He's the type of person to be like, "I can insult you, but others can't." If someone insults you in front of him, they can say goodbye to life. The same goes for flirting.

If you are in the drop ship and you are tired, too tired to even tuck in yourself, he'll do it for you quickly so that nobody sees him do it. He'll still do it somewhat quickly at home, just not as fast if they were in the ship.

Hope you are ok with bickering, cause you'll have to deal with him and loba bickering all the time, and it will be annoying very quickly.

He is a very jealous robot. He will indeed fight anyone he is slightly jealous of whether they flirt or just talk to you normally, and they make you laugh. And if it's another legend, he'll tell them to back off if an ally and if they just so happen to be so unlucky to be on and opposite team he'll make sure he'll get to them first to kill them off.

[inbabylontheywept]

“Cards?” the dwarf suggested. 

Errol mulled it over. She did love cards. But on the hierarchy of her desires, first there was beer, then there was stew, then, and only then, were there cards. There were probably needs below those three, but she’d worry about those when she got there. 

“Can’t. I’ve only got one earring on me, and I need it to pay.” 

Selic waved the excuse off. He knew better than to put fun behind eating and haggling. There was just too much eating and haggling to be done. The people who figured that they’d worry about life after finishing those two 'simple' tasks just wound up dying midbite and midbarter. It was damn near the downfall of his entire people’s civilization - to eat and haggle joylessly, forever, deep beneath the bones of this world. 

“Food’s on me. And the beer.  As for the cards, I have something to match that earring…”

He rummaged through the pockets inside his vest - Gods, there must be a dozen of them - before pulling out a familiar silver ring. He grinned roguishly at Errol.

Errol was reluctantly impressed with the nerve of the little bastard. He was probably the first person to turn ‘annoying little brother’ into a profession.   

“You’re going to bet my own ring… That you stole from me… Against my earring? Is this a bit?"

Selic shrugged. 

“I took it as payment for dragging your fat ass across the city. Took me damn near three hours. Ruined my nicest tunic. You think I overcharged?” 

Errol glared at him for a tense moment. Selic held the glare. Gently. Like a baby bird.  

“...No,” Errol relented. “The price was fair. Cheap, even.”

“But you would like the ring back,” the dwarf stated. 

“Yes.”

“Then play.” 

It was a challenge. An infuriating challenge, but even as her brain preached about the foolishness of betting her last scrap of money she was fully committing to the course. It was her calling. Her and Selic, twin apostles, spreading the Gospel of Refusing to Learn (No Matter How Bad It Hurt). “Fine. Deal em’ out.”

[eddathegreat]

Before I get any judgement from people, let me just say that the superheroes I kill are all pieces of shit. They do violence for a living, and even the nicest of the bunch will get it wrong some time and rough up someone who was just minding their business.

(I'm not any different, but hey, I'm not on my high horse here)

The good thing for me is that not every superhero has enhanced durability. Or at least, not enough that a bullet won't fuck them up.

Any jackass who flies is an open target, so that's nice.

Any kind of energy projection? Well, fuck you, I have a gun.

The more esoteric or stealthy powers can trip me up, for sure. Killing the Invisible Kid was a chore. I'm just glad that he turned visible once I shot him, I had no idea how I was going to confirm the kill otherwise. I still have scars from when the Dancer made me put a knife in my own leg.

But the ones that are a real pain in the ass, which I try to avoid taking on, are the ones who are damned quick or tough enough that bullets don't hurt them.

So I'm really not a fan of the idea of trying to fight Ego Trip. The man has taken bullets for years and only seemed tickled, and has bursts of superspeed.

I say 'fight' and not 'kill' because my only goal at the moment is to get the fuck out of here, and killing him seems like wishful thinking. And I say 'fight' and not 'escape' because I already tried that.

I winced as he hit me again.

Small mercies, the man didn't have much added strength. Still knew how to punch, though.

I let myself rest against the side of the car I had stumbled into, attempting to catch my breath.

My shoulder wasn't dislocated yet.

I wasn't a gifted speaker, but running and fighting seemed like they weren't working.

"Listen, the kid had it coming, alright?"

I barely dodged a superspeed run towards me, rolling out of the way. Ah, there, now my shoulder was dislocated.

"He killed people, Ego. I know you give a shit about that."

I didn't know shit about Ego's personality, maybe he skinned people alive in his spare time.

Ego looked at me. His costume was all gold, except for two black goggles that looked like beady eyes. Superheroes didn't seem to know when their costumes got creepy.

"He was reforming. He had time to grow up into someone better."

"Well, that's not really a comfort to the dead kids of my clients."

That at least made him pause. "Who hired you?"

"That's a secret," I said. I started backing away, making a little more space for myself.

I'd said it was one of the parents, but it was really Breakdown's ex girlfriend. She was afraid of him, after seeing how angry he could get.

Grenades wouldn't work, Ego had stood in the middle of gas fires.

"This isn't the way to achieve justice," he said.

"I'm cheaper than a lawyer. Probably nicer too."

"He was trying to be better, not ruled by that anger. He was going to atone, save lives."

"He was out here with you, ready to crack skulls again."

That caught him off guard.

"I was supervising-"

I tased him. Fancy thing, supercharged for dealing with tougher superheroes, with added range and accuracy.

His costume smoked for half a second before he tore the wires off of him and stepped fifty feet to punch me in the face. I went down, with cartoon birds circling around my head.

So electricity was out.

Fire and explosives wouldn't do shit, and any kind of blunt force was crap.

"I bet you want to kill me," I said, trying to get up. "Is that why you took him on? Saw a kindred spirit, someone who had the itch to kill?"

He clenched his fists. Struck a nerve.

"Believe me," I continued, on my feet but not upright. I turned my face to the ground. "I know the feeling. You know, it's a rush, the feel of a fight to the death."

I tried not to wheeze, and adjusted my mask. This was going to suck.

"And there's just so many reasons to kill someone. So hey, I figured, why not make a career out of it?"

"Because of what it does to you, for one thing. Killing someone, it leaves a mark."

That was a very stupid argument in my opinion, but sure.

"Well, the mark's already been left," I said, sounding as sad as I possibly could. "Nothing's going to wash it off now."

"No," Ego Trip said, walking towards me, arms outstretched like he wanted a hug. "But we can try. We don't have to wallow in it, in all the violence."

Rich words from a man who'd been kicking my ass.

I threw the cannister of nerve gas, turned around, and booked it as the cloud saturated the air around us.

It wasn't bad as far as nerve gas went, minimal collateral damage and I could feel safe with my mask's functions. I didn't want to stick around to test the limits of my gear, or Ego Trip's resistance to nerve gas.

Anyway, those are the big, surefire ways to kill superheroes, 99% of the time. Attack the fragile moral posturing, and hit them with nerve gas.

You are an assassin that hunts superheroes. You haven no powers yourself.

[alighieri-donquixote]

*ೃ◟♡››｡law, doflamingo & crocodile x studious&library!reader

›› tw: none!

›› gender neutral!reader  › sfw › not proofread

›› author notes: hello guys! i’m alighieri, and that’s my first time writing for one piece fandom. hope i didn’t make any mistakes or let anyone out of character. enjoy~

Trafalgar D. Water Law

Law is the kind of person who appreciates and admires intellectual people, so being around someone whose life is all about dealing with books is amusing, to say the least. Being an assiduous studious since his childhood, he surely is happy to have a person who has this interest in common by his side, constantly having the nicest conversations about different topics that even Law sometimes has never heard about.

Because of your work as a librarian, Law enjoys how quiet you can be most of the time. It doesn't mean he hates it when you talk or something, it just makes him more pleased in your presence. He loves to stay in that comfortable silence while he's working and you're reading or just watching him quietly. Especially after his alliance with Luffy and Kid, those loud annoying bastards, Law started to appreciate your silent nature even more than before.

However, when you decide to engage in a conversation about what you've already read in your life or about something you just discovered in a book, Law doesn't want to listen to anything but you. He loves how excited you sound when you're talking about what you like. He will not demonstrate it physically — which means that there will be no smiles or expressions changing whatsoever —, but you can bet he's having the best part of his day when it happens.

He will ask you to lend some of your medical books. If you do so, you must expect a studying date, where Law reads and practices what he's reading as he kind of teaches you, who will be watching him quietly.

Also, Law envies how much you're able to deal with stubborn people. You have quite an experience when it comes to handling situations involving inconvenient noisy guests in your library, so he probably went to complain about his crazy teammates in the already mentioned alliance as soon as he could do it. Also got grumpy when you laughed at his current drama.

Donquixote Doflamingo

An expert in general subjects which knowledge could be used on his own and only for his benefit? Doflamingo would never let anyone ever get you away from him. He doesn't admire anyone but himself, and neither love would be the right word for what he feels about you; it's hard to explain for him. But what he can tell for sure is that you're a great consultant, and not only your wisdom but also your loyalty is much appreciated.

As soon as you engaged in a personal relationship with Doflamingo, he took you from your modest library in Acacia and gave you a fancy and luxurious one in his castle. Whatever book you wanted would be in your hands as fast as possible by Doffy's orders, and you know what happens when someone doesn't get what he wants in the time he wants.

Doffy is indescribably jealous of you. No one can consult you without asking him permission to do so, no one dares to bother you while you're reading or organizing your books on the shelves of your library, and naturally, nobody has ever made a single noise inside your library. When you're not in your literary paradise though, Doflamingo keeps you on his side — or even on his lap — just to demonstrate that you're not only his font of information, you're his.

The fact that you're quiet most of the time is simply perfect for him. You will never annoy him with dumb questions or babble any bullshit that could make him step out of the line toward you. But what Doffy cannot understand is your patience with those exact kinds of individuals, the ones who are not like you, those who dare to speak to him without anything important to tell. You seem so experienced with these types of conflicts and yet Doflamingo makes sure to solve any problems that can happen in your library.

When the two of you are alone, Doflamingo is pleased by the sight of you excitedly clarifying with assurance whatever he's asked you. It always reminds him why you have such an important role in his kingdom and his life, and surprisingly has never interrupted you during all of your explanations. He feels he's not going to get rid of you so soon, which makes him feel weirdly delighted.

Crocodile

Just like Doflamingo, Crocodile would keep you as his guru and give you a personal library inside his palace, giving you all the books you wanted in no time — as he provides you all the status and respect for being Mr. Zero's partner. Unlike Dressrosa emperor though, Crocodile sees you more as his romantic partner rather than a tool of general or more obscure information, that being just a nice extra.

But do not let this feeling of his trick you about how he deals with your public status as his partner. Oh, Crocodile is so jealous of you and you know it well, despite his attempts at hiding it. When you're not between the uncountable amount of shelves in your library, Crocodile always keeps you by his side, gently holding your waist or eventually kissing your hand, just to remind everyone else who they must not bother under any circumstances.

He even takes your library to study or gather his thoughts when he's too stressed, which seems like your comfort space is by consequence his own as well. Crocodile would even demand his subordinates a personal room in your library containing a desk and a luxurious armchair to read there in peace while he keeps you on his lap and smokes his cigar.

Even though he appreciates your reserved and quiet personality, Crocodile now and then confesses he wished you were more talkative. The boss of Baroque Works truly admires you and your knowledge, so he would discreetly encourage you to talk more often about what you've learned by questioning you things during Baroque meetings and even allow some of the more important members to have you as a brief consultant.

During spare time, Crocodile would ask you to read for him or simply engage in a conversation about something he saw you studying before. When you questioned him about his reasons to do that, he simply answered that your smooth and wise voice calmed him down, making him forget his stressful routine as "an important man of business".

[nyaitsu-writes]

✧ knights’ beach day! ✧

after an extremely successful promotion of their newest CD, knights finally get their highly anticipated summer break! and so, they decide to go for a beach day together. chaos and shenanigans ensue!

or my personal rendition of what knights enjoys doing at the beach <3 lowkey inspired by the newest event! i haven't found any translations, though, so everything here is completely made up and self indulgent (｡･∀･)ﾉ

LEO TSUKINAGA;

✦ leo !! is !! excited !! he is everywhere and nowhere at the same time. he’s getting a tan, he’s swimming, he’s playing beach volleyball with whoever is willing to deal with him. he’s just. extremely energized. 

✦ blink twice and by the time someone asks “where is leo” ritsu is buried with sand up to his neck and the waves are reaching closer and closer, with leo laughing like a maniac, running in the opposite direction. he’s a tiny orange menace terrorizing everyone at his reach ( ‵▽′)ψ

✦ that is until arashi brings out the snacks. leo manages to hear the wrappers opening even though he is in the entire opposite corner of the beach and suddenly he is the most well behaved, nicest angel on heart (he is hungry. running takes energy, you know!)

✦ so they end up having an impromptu snack picnic, hoping this will give everyone their well deserved leo break (™)... which lasts as much as the snacks do. after some resting and chatting, leo is excited to try so much more stuff! he starts talking about how there must be some sort of hidden treasure in this beach because, you know. it’s next to the sea. there must be some pirates who forgot their stuff around here, right? 

✦ and so, leo’s exploration team is born! together with tsukasa, he starts walking up and down the beach to try and find as many “treasures” as possible. what qualifies as a treasure is debatable but for leo, anything that’s shiny, pretty or simply caughts his eye when he’s in the right mood is good enough to be called a treasure!

IZUMI SENA; 

✦ izumi is irritated. first of all he probably had to drive everyone here pulling out his dependable big brother card (and because no way in hell he would let leo drive anyone anywhere, does he even have a license? he’s not risking it). second of all, the sun is awful for his skin. if he stays in the sun for more than a few hours he gets burnt like a crab so you can bet he ain’t moving from under that big umbrella unless extremely necessary.

✦ as soon as everyone proposes something that makes izumi go from point A (under the umbrella, nice and comfy) to B (under the scorching sun) he pulls down his sunglasses the slightest bit and proceeds to glare at whoever suggested that. and it works... sometimes. not most of the time. 

✦ much to his own dismay, izumi does love the sea. the ocean. big masses of water he can swim in? that sounds great. but you need to go through the beach to jump into the water and this stupidly warm summer weather… i’m not saying he understands ritsu but he definitely understands ritsu the very first moment he steps into the hot sand. ew, hot.

✦ as soon as the sun starts to lower a bit more in the sky, izumi loses no time to jump into the water. and exactly then he becomes the embodiment of the “out here living my best life” “leo is drowning” “this ain’t about him” meme. don’t disturb him, don’t bother him: he is genuinely happy for once <3

RITSU SAKUMA;

✦ ritsu is the one who was strongly opposing the idea of going to the beach. and now that he’s here he’s not enjoying it too much, truth be told. it’s hot, bright and it’s hard to sleep when leo keeps screaming every 5 seconds. so he has found the perfect spot under the umbrella, sunglasses on while sharing whatever fancy drinks izumi brought with him. you walk next to them and they give off “big influencer/rich kids” vibes

✦ trying to run away from the chaos, he gets one of those extremely big floaties and proceeds to take the nicest nap in the middle of the sea. it’s hot but the water is colder so it makes for a good balance… the waves move nice and slowly and ritsu drifts off to sleep once again~ he will probably wake up in the middle of the sea, slightly confused and most definitely half asleep. wait. he knows how to swim, right…?

✦ all throughout the day he receives a couple of worried calls from the ritsu sakuma protection squad (namely, rei and mao) who are quite worried about the idea of ritsu on the beach for an entire day. ritsu doesn’t pick up a single one of his brother’s calls, rolling his eyes and muttering just how annoying he can be, but the moment he gets a text from mao he is already typing an answer, complaining about the beach and how lonely he feels. wouldn’t it be nice, right, if mao could come by for a bit~ pretty please with a cherry on top~ (it didn’t work)

✦ ritsu gets happier as soon as the sun starts hiding, since beach afternoons can be very nice. the sand doesn’t burn anymore and seeing the sunset has an extremely soothing effect. he’s the first one to propose a good night splash with everyone, now that he actually has some energy to swim. oooor he can get leo to push his floatie from behind so he can enjoy the night without doing any effort. 11/10 would surely recommend!

ARASHI NARUKAMI;

✦ arashi, just like izumi, is a bit conscious of the sun hurting her skin but! this won’t stop her from getting her well deserved hot girl summer <3 so she’s out here in the sun with a cute swimsuit just enjoying the day and taking cute pics with everyone.

✦ i can totally picture her with a cute sunhat and one of those flowy shawls looking like the absolute queen she is. arashi absolutely rocking it. best dressed by far! (❁´◡`❁)

✦ arashi is excited by the idea of eating together at the beach so she has made all the necessary reservations to get lunch (and maybe even dinner!) in a nearby place. not only that but she had brought a nice assortment of snacks and cold drinks to make sure everyone has a good time.

✦ she joins leo’s exploration team (namely, leo and tsukasa playing damage control to make sure he won’t bother anyone) in the search of little treasures that they can take home. she likes to walk near the sea looking for cute seashells and she insists on making friendship bracelets for everyone. matching bracelets with all the different shapes of little sea shells so that they can remember their free day together! something nice and sweet that they can carry around easily!

TSUKASA SUOU;

✦ tsukasa is genuinely excited but he makes a conscious effort to calm himself down a bit even though he hasn’t seen the sea in ages. it’s all very beautiful and the idea of making new memories with his friends sounds so wonderful…! his eyes are all nice and sparkly and he hasn’t even realized until arashi kindly points it out. oops

✦ after some wandering around the beach and trying to get leo to sit down for five minutes, tsukasa finds one of those small stalls where they sell cold soda and io and behold. ice creams. by the time he wants to stop himself and wonder whether he should have a small ice cream (just for tasting) in his hands there is one big cornet with three big ice cream balls of different flavors, stacked one on top of the other. and by the time he goes back to where everyone is hanging out there are only a few crumbs left. oh well. no hints no crime! (says the boy with strawberry ice cream all over his lips. you won’t be able to hide this one, mister!)

✦ tsukasa is excited to try his hand at making sandcastles. and i’m not talking about the simple type kids at the beach make, no: tsukasa wants a 24 bedroom, 8 bathroom classic european style castle and won’t stop until he gets something that resembles his idea! but as usual, beginnings are hard (especially when it’s your first time building something) 

✦ so tsukasa’s initial castle doesn’t. look much like a castle. local creative expert leo tsukinaga called him something like a “slump of sand” to which ritsu added that it looked like a pillow. and tsukasa sighed. deeply. and that sense of upperclassmenness deeply rooted in each and every one of the knights members surfaced after seeing tsukasa’s frustrated expression. they knew better than anyone that he wouldn’t give up just like that but… sometimes a little bit of help it’s all it takes.

✦ and so a beautiful castle with 5 different sections was born! looking at it from every angle you can tell there was a joint effort on making it look a bit more cohesive but it still retains all of the members distincts personalities. arashi added some colorful shells to decorate the windows, to which leo decided to doodle music and small notes all over the surface of their castle. it’s a mess but it’s a really beautiful mess. and seeing tsukasa’s honest smile after all the hard work definitely paid off in the end <3

[thekillingjoke-haha]

Angel With A Shotgun

Summary: The Novak family was big talk,but not nearly as famous as the L/n’s. Togther they can be unstoppable,so what say family ties like guns,drugs,money,and murder?

Paring: Michael!Dean x Male!Reader

1900's Mafia/Gangsters AU

A/N: this is a Micheal fic,but its him in Dean's body so like...idk its the same snake different skin. Also Chuck is referred as Charles

Warning:Blood,guns,knives,gore,torture,swearing. Homophobic comments like just a few. No proof reading

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The Novak's that a family that was one of the most feared yet respected. The way people talk about them down south you'd think they were inspiration for the Bible itself. A man by Charles or Chuck Novak is the head honcho with five sons to help him run is kingdom.

The youngest is Castiel he was probably the nicest of all his siblings,but also the most protected with three other brothers, Gabriel is the definition of trouble and if he slipped up head could easily get lynched good thing he puts that silver tongue to work. Raphael was one of the more head strong,but sadly he was shot when several rivals attacked at on of their bars. Lucifer is the second oldest and the most hot headed with a temper to match the black sheep in his family if you will, then last,but not least Michael he was something else entirely the play boy,a demon is a flat cap and tailored suit.Now that the Novak's have been introduced the world's most feared gang the L/n's is one family not to be fucked with.

(Father's name) leading his kingdom no...empire with his wife (Mother's name) and togther they had only two sons. The second born William and the oldest M/n. William wasn't much involved with the criminal side of the business,but his big brother was the prime example of a gangster. No one besides the L/n gang has seen him he stays out of newspaper coverage and that only allows his terror to run ramped. A man with no face and a title of Satan himself made the oldest Novak just a little timid when he found out. "WHAT THE HELL!!!" Michael threw the newspaper on his fathers desk in anger the older man looked up after glancing at the paper. "I'm due to be wed to a L/n and none the less a man! I can be hanged for so much as saying I do and it IN THE FUCKING BULLETIN!!!" He was seething with hatred in every word. Michael will admit it hurt a lot finding out he was to be wed by the slight disgust look he got while grabbing the paper before getting coffee. "I wanted to tell you sooner,but you were handling something. There's no way out of this a deal was made before you were born me and (Father's name) have been waiting for his wife to bare a girl or your mother to do the same,but your mother's untimely passing and (Mother's name) having gone unfertial our oldest are due to wed." Chuck sighed taking off his thin wired glasses.

"You two were once friends,but I guess time got rid of those memories." Chuck sat down his spectacles down looking at his son. Michael turned to father with shock evident in his eyes. He was friends with M/n L/n the man with no face. Everything was too foggy. The shorter male stood up to a shelf in the office and grabbed a small match box opening it looking around before pulling out a picture. Handing it over to his son he sat back down. "He was one of the only people you'd go to when you were a baby. Heavens he was probably the only person you liked,but when he was five and you were three the fact that our business was centered around blood and there's on bonds it became a fight,mafia versus a gang, and you guys saw eachother less and less till around the time Luci was born not at all." Chuck sighed. The young man was in shock a little boy maybe two or three was cuddled up to a baby in a pale blanket that he remembered was blue fully awake and if the picture could come to life he's sure the boy was humming all while rubbing the infants back.

"No ones seen a picture of him in twenty six years and he was on his fathers hip with a match box car. He's in town and should be coming for dinner here by himself in three days time. So til then keep your brothers in check we don't need them to shoot the young man with a stray bullet." With that Charles dismissed his eldest son as the green eyed boy stormed off in a huff. Michael started to do digging. M/n L/n was in headlines weekly in every post known to man from shootings,assassination,and gangbanding to rumors of his love-life,what he wears,and people claiming to have met him. One thing caught his eye that made him falter. "Gangsters M/n L/n Captures Murderer" that when he started reading the full paper that crumbled a bit due to age. Maybe he's not so bad the guy he caught never saw a courtroom,but met a far worse end all because he caused problems with his people. It was admirable the brunette knew he'd do the same,but not just for anybody. Marriage wasn't settling well with him that didn't mean it felt completely wrong.

One day later

Looking in the mirror Michael watched as his maid adjusted his tie while another smoothed the wrinking in his white button up and vest of his three piece suit. As the oldest he had business to handle people to keep in line. When their hands left his body they scurried out of the room rushing to be down stairs before him. His dress shoes met the floor as he grew closer to the door his youngest sibling ran up next to him. "Can I come,please!" His raven head of hair and doe blue eyes almost made him cave,but with a firm look he gazed down at him. "Sorry little raven,but I have things to handle another time." The pout on Castiel lip didn't move as he held up his hand his pinky out. "Promise?" Interlocking with the ten year olds pinky. "Promise." With that he happily skipped away to play in the garden.

Out the door he went. His flat came on his head and coat thrown over his shoulder his effects tucked in his waistband. Screams caused him to smile as he stood before the butcher on payroll. He wore the man's leather apron having abandoned his tailored suit jacket in the front of the deil. "Were is my money?" He cut the man some more as he continued to scream in pain the white fire from the rusted meat hook in his shoulder flaring with each jerked motion. "Help please!" He yelled all of a sudden in the past hour he hasn't called for assistance. "No can do." A deep voice said behind the oldest Novak turning around sharply his green eyes clashed with e/c. The man looked like anyone off the street his shoes tattered and clothing dirty form labor no bet. "I came for my five notes." The didn't seem fazed at the torture. "Fuck you gypsy scum!!" The pig of a man responded as the tall s/c man crept closer gripping a knife Michael was using. "I just unloaded a load of meat in the summer heat that would give the devil a sweat and all I asked for my effort was five notes nothing more nor less so cough of the money that you clearly owe both of us or I'll carve it out of you and make you squeal like the piggy bank you are." His tone dropped further the blade under the man's fat chin and the Novak felt aroused at the threat. This guy meant every word when the hanging man spat in his face the off color of snuff and blood made the normally clear liquid seen and thick. Let's just say Michael sat back crossing his legs in a attempt to compose himself as the man hit pitches not even the girls in the church choir could master. The heavy weight man forked over the money then some I got my full and he ended up giving the mystery man a hundred notes if he made the pain stop after pocketing the money he shot the man.

He turned around and began to leave when the brunette stopped him. "Wait! I give you my thanks friend he was stubborn for a hour almost" The h/c man turned looking at him giving a smile tilting his head for the Novak to follow as he stepped out the deli. Scrambling he walked down the street next to the man their attire clashing a well tailored suit next to rags that looked more like a potato sack then cloth. "Glad I could help a fine looking fella like yourself." His flirtatious grin caused butterflies to run ramped in Michael's guts. As they walked down the street they slowly moved from the good side of the town to the slums. No cars drove on the gravel a fire hydrine spat out water for all the children playing around it,women hung up clothes on wire between tenements and men looked more like the mysterious gypsy next to the Novak. Speaking of the mystery man he went to each crowded tenements door and knocked the women or young men of the families came to the door and he handed over twenty notes each. The women cried and clung to his tall figure and the boys almost men looked at him in wonder like a hero before running off to tell the adults of the place. "Why did you do that?" Michael asked as they walked out of the town. "You worked for that money and gave it all away." He was confused he's never seen a man work for a family that wasn't his own.

"They need it more. Schools out the children don't get meals and the men work hard to feed them at least a meal a day. I'm alone here no lover or children with the energy and muscle to work." Novak wasn't sure before,but he was sure now this was love and it felt better then any harlot he could spend the night with. "Thats very admirable of you." Michael complmented which was not a normal accuracy. "It was truly nothing to admire,handsome. I'm not saying I'm amazing,but sometimes I'm decently above average. That's what people need someone decent enough go care."

Before he knew it they were back on his side of town and getting closer to the business. "It's been a pleasure,Mr. Novak." The man dripped his head as he turned to leave somewhere. "You know who I am and I don't even get a name." He turned back around and got closer to him his chest pushed up against his till he was pinned to the wall he leaned down his lips so close to his face just out of reach. "I'm N/n,but you can call me the man of your dreams." Michael almost leaned up to peak his lips when the warm body pulled away taking with it the lust filled tension. N/n turned and left out of sight that night was full of the man tossing and turning dreaming of the e/c man that made him feel high as the clouds above. N/n smiled as his men drank around him he finally saw his baby boy all grown up and he's taking what's his this time.

Two days later=Six Hours Before Family Dinner

The buzz of the New Yorker coming to Kansas was the rage. Any man that was new in town was watched like a hawk by commoners and the Novak's. Michael was no longer looking forward to this marriage he didn't want this man no matter who he was. N/n stole his heart like a petty thief and ran away from him. No one in Kansas knew who he was a s/c skinned,h/c haired,e/c eyed gypsy was all he had to go on no last name just a image that burned bright in his mind. Michael sighed as he left his office and went down to the bank he needed enough cash on hand to throw away on booze and maybe angel dust. People parted for him like the red sea and he easily got money when gun shots went off. The teller in front of him fell to the ground wounds ridding his body and Novak turned to see men...no boys with guns.

"Everyone get down on the ground. We've come only for the money we won't hesitate for blood as well." The group chuckled as the leader smirked people shook as they easied to the ground all except Michael who stood tall. "Ah! If it isn't Michael Novak no men to protect you now." A man he didn't realize came behind him hit him over the head with his gun causing him to fall to his knees. "Pathetic." The band of thugs leader grabbed the Mafia bosses chin looking and the blood coming from his brow. Someone stood from on their knees a flat cap covering their hair and a long trench coat that was only slightly open. "It would be in your best interest to leave,boys." They all train their guns at the man. "Why's that,you motherless bastered?" The man turned his gaze upward deadly sharp e/c orbs looked at him and Michael was in shock it was N/n. "Cause I have twelve guns ready to blow holes in you and your men." After his words ten men stood up all wearing the same clothing flat caps,overcoats,and suspenders with a Tommy on every man except the leader. The cowardly man looked frightened looking around keeping his gun on the s/c man. "I only count ten I still have the upper hand." N/n gave a devilish smile that made Michelle gaze on love struck and excited for what's to come. His gray trench coat hit the floor and two sawed-off shotguns in each hand. "Upper hand you say?" He pulled both triggers the left one killing the man sending himself flying back and the right killing the man behind Michael blowing his brains painting the tan walls this made the others fire as well. The bodies of the criminals and one civilian litter the floor.

N/n sent the men off to get the people out as he walked up to the bleeding Novak. "Thank you." His green eyes gleamed making the standing man give a grin as he held his hand out to help him up. "Consider it a gift from M/n L/n." The gleam disappeared from his eyes his soon to be husband was in town has been in town and set his men up to keep him safe. "Now if I'm not mistaken you have a dinner to get ready for,pretty boy." He takes the handkerchief out of his waist coat dabbing the blood away. "Will you be there?" Michael voice sounded weak so full of hope. "You can count on it. We'll be seeing eachother alot more." The man stood up and quickly left and not a moment later Mafia men came in running tending to the boss. Looking longingly at the piece of cloth (Your Initials) were sowed into the reddend white square of fabric.

Family Dinner was about to start the Novak's sat at the table Charles sitting at the end his three eldest sons to his right while his youngest sat to the left two spots were available one across from Michael and the other on the opposite end of Charles. A maid came in the dinning hall and cleared her throat. "The L/n's are here." Two young men came through the door one taller then the other the shorter of the two sat across from Michael while the other sat at the other end of the table closest to Michael and the other man. Charles smiled at them both and Michael was in a state of shock. "M/n been a long while hasn't it?" The oldest Novak looked at the man infront of him waiting for a response when the man he thought to be just a gangster working under the L/n's answered. "That it has Chuck. Sorry father couldn't come he had some other business to handle." N/n or M/n now to Michael's knowledge said before placing a hand on the man beside him. "This is Benjamin or Benny my right hand man don't mind him." The man gave a nod of acknowledgment his blue eyes piercing. "Heard about the blood bath at the bank quite impressive from what Michael has told me." A side smile and a teasing look was turned the mentioned Novak's way. "Saw low life scum trying to rob the place and touching what's mine,their little toys they call guns were child's play compared to my men." M/n sent a wink addressing the men hitting Michael from behind.

"Are you a knight that saves people?" The youngest asked his blue eyes wide in wonder. The s/c males eyes turned to the child a warm smile gracing his lips. "Sometimes when I want to be." A bubbly giggle rang out. "You saved Mikey making him your prince." Those words caused different reactions from all the men. Gabe covered his mouth trying not to laugh at his older brother,Lucifer grinned leaning over to his brother. "Did he have to kiss you sleeping beauty?" He chuckled lowly making kissing noises in his ear,Micheal was beet red as he couldn't bear to face any of them,Chuck smiled looking at his son and son-in-law,Benny nudged his boss sliding something to him while everyone was distracted. "Yeah and I'm gonna make him my king and take him to my castle." M/n leaned towards the boy and whispered in his ear. "We'll ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after." Castiel was gobsmacked as he gazed at his brother all giddy he was gonna live a fairy tale like in all the books their mother use to read. "Um if you'll excess me. I need some air." Micheal stood up and not long after M/n followed when given a reassuring nod from Charles.

The garden of the estate was beautiful in the moonlight and it wasn't hard to spot the oldest Novak on a bench on looking the pond that reflected the night sky. "You knew the whole time who I was." Micheal didn't look up at the man as he sighed. "Yes I knew who you were...we were once closer then the stars and the skies itself." The L/n sat next to him on the bench looking forward. "Chuck knew as well." Michelle turned in shock at that statement a goose chase for nothing. "He didn't know what I looked like now,but letters everyday asking about you seemed to do the trick." Those e/c eyes turned to look into those apple green ones. "Learning from a young age that in you grasp was the person you were due to wed was shocking I almost hated you,but the moment you grabbed my finger as if I'd slip away made me realize it can't be so bad." M/n held out his hand palm up so the younger male rested his hand in his grasp. "I was afraid at first you'd hate me. So I swore to protect you always. Some of my men live here with their families and they keep me posted. Just last year a rat was found on you door step admitting his faults."

Micheal remembered that the maids came rushing to get the family and a man bloody and beaten spilled his guts about planning to cross the family having been hired by a rival Mafia to get information to attack them at a weak state. "I know this won't mean munch to you know,but maybe at some point you'll be happy to carry my last name and call yourself my husband." In M/n hand that wasn't interlocked with Micheal's he opened a box revealing two wedding bands both were silver while one had a gold trim and the other had a f/c trim. "No matter what,Novak,I'll be there when yiu need me through it all most of the times guns blazing." M/n chuckled lightly taking in a deep breath. "Just ponder on it,pretty boy,I'llbe here waiting." as he slipped the ring on the silent man's finger before doing the same with himself he gently kissed the top of his head as he stood up and left wanting to give him space. Micheal smiled at the ring that perfectly fit his finger. The one man he felt attracted to was his guardian angel always there no matter what.

Lifting his hand up he kissed the metal band as a laugh left his lips. "My angel with a shotgun."

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A/n: Second Male reader and I had to spell check for almost 50 she/her in her so I think I got them all lol.

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Quote: "I'm not saying I'm amazing,but I'm decently above average."-Blacklist @spnquotebingo

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

By My Side (Part 2)

Summary: Jensen and the reader grow more tense with each other at the cabin but a revelation leads to a change in more than just location...

Masterlist

Pairing: Bodyguard!Jensen x reader

Word Count: 4,300ish

Warnings: language, mention of underage drinking/accidental death, angst

A/N: Enjoy!

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Twenty Hours Later

“Welcome home,” said Jensen, climbing out of his SUV the same time as you. You raised an eyebrow as you looked at the cabin in front of you. “You gonna carry your shit or what? Bodyguard, not your butler.”

“When you said cabin, I thought-”

“I told you. We’re off the grid. Most off the grid people don’t have quartz countertops and crown molding in their homes,” he said. “This is as good as I could get last second.”

“As long as it’s clean,” you said. He laughed and you stared back at him. “What?”

“Okay princess. There ain’t no cleaning service out here. You want something cleaned in there, you do it yourself,” he said. He slung a duffel bag over his shoulder and tossed one at you, nearly knocking you to the ground. “I’ll even let you pick which room you want.”

“Might take the kidnapping at this point,” you said, sighing as you followed him across the dirt yard. “We drove back in here for like an hour.”

“Hour and a half actually. Nobody’s finding us,” he said. He grabbed a key from under the rock by the door and undid the lock, swinging the door open wide. “Home sweet home.”

You followed him inside and cocked your head.

“Okay, this place is a lot nicer than I was expecting.”

“I guess I’ll take that as a compliment,” he said, tossing a bag back towards a hall. You set your bag down on the kitchen table, narrowing your eyes at a picture on the wall. There was a little boy with a fishing pole and a pair of familiar green eyes staring back. 

“Is this your cabin?” you asked, nodding to the photo.

“It’s in the family. Dad let me have it when I got out of the service,” he said. “I needed some alone time to decompress a bit. It’s safe. Trust me.”

“You were a cute kid. Too bad you’re sort of an asshole now,” you said.

“You were an asshole first,” he said with a shrug.

“I’m not a fan of some stranger coming into my life and telling me how to live it,” you said.

“I’m not telling you how to live your life, Y/N. That’s not my job. Keeping you safe is,” he said. “There’s two bedrooms. We have to share a bathroom.”

“Alright,” you said, Jensen pushing open a few solid wood doors. One was furnished a bit plainly and had a queen size bed, the other a set of bunkbeds and a full bed shoved against the wall. 

“Take it,” he said, nodding towards the larger room.

“You’re bigger than me,” you said.

“Yeah, well that’s true but you’re also paying me. Take the bigger bed. The couch is a pullout anyways. Go on,” he said. You sighed and set your bag down on the bench, Jensen tossing his bag in the other room. “I need to go into town and finish getting supplies. Before I do that, we need to go over a few ground rules.”

“Of course we do,” you said, plopping back on the bed and watching a cloud of dust appear in the air.

“There’s a first aid kit in the cabinet over the fridge. There’s an emergency satellite phone there also that is to only be used in a real emergency. Washer and dryer we use once a week. There’s a solar panel on the back of the cabin that’ll help save us gas. We’re going to try and limit needing to use the generator more than we need to. There’s not much in the way of hot water. There’s a lake nearby and a few trails you can walk around but they’re probably overgrown at this point. Unless you’re in danger, never leave the premises. If you need something that’s not here or on the list, tell me now. I want to limit trips to town to once a month if possible.”

“Cleaning supplies,” you said as you sat up. “This place is dusty.”

“Alright. I’ll be back in about four hours,” he said, turning to leave. “There’s a shotgun in the gun safe. Key is in the nightstand drawer. Try to keep out of trouble.”

He didn’t look back as he left, the door opening and shutting, the sound of an engine turning on and slowly back away.

“Well. Might as well try to make this place more livable in the meantime.”

Four Hours Later

“Hey. I’m back,” said Jensen. You lifted your head up from the couch, Jensen flipping on the light switch. “You don’t have to sit in the dark.”

“You said to save the generator.”

“During the day. It��s after eight,” he said. He made a few trips in and out before he finally locked the door after himself. His nose twitched and he glanced over at you. “It doesn’t smell as musty in here.”

“A wet towel works when you don’t have a swiffer,” you said.

“I grabbed fast food,” he said, setting a bag down on the table. “Eat up. Last take out for a while.”

“I was thinking while you were gone,” you said, Jensen putting things away while you took out a burger and a box of fries.

“I bet that was difficult,” he mumbled.

“You know I’m not gonna stay here if you’re gonna be an ass.”

“I frankly don’t give two fucks. I’m here for money. You want to go do this job back home, that’s fine with me,” he said.

“Well fuck you,” you said. You got up and went outside, not getting too far from the cabin before it was pitch black. You stopped by the end of the truck, staring at the darkness you knew was the dirt trail that would eventually get you to the main road.

“Don’t be an idiot,” said Jensen as he stepped outside.

“Why do you care? I already paid you,” you said. “You know what? Why don’t you just go and leave me here by myself. That way you don’t have to hang out with the dumbass actress.”

“I never said you were a dumbass.”

“You literally said that thinking was difficult for me not two minutes ago. Maybe I don’t know every little thing about whatever the fuck badass shit you learned in murder school but I am not the helpless bimbo you think I am.”

“Do not trivialize taking a life. You have no idea what it does to you.”

“I know a thing or two. Don’t assume you know a thing about me.”

“I had a full background worked up on you. You never-”

“The summer I was a camp counselor? You remember reading about that in your little background check? Another counselor drowned at camp that year. I know a thing or two.”

“Drowning is not the same as-”

“You have no clue what I’m capable of.”

“What? You saying you did it?” he asked, crossing his arms at you. 

“It was an accident. It could have happened to any single one of us,” you said. “Don’t use that whiny little bitch excuse for being a hardass. People die and sometimes it’s your fault. It doesn’t give you a free for all to be an ass.”

“An accident isn’t the same thing,” he said. He walked over and narrowed his eyes. “Inside. Now.”

“No. I should have followed my first instinct and fired you,” you said. You spun back around, barely getting a step in as strong arms wrapped around you and lifted you off the ground. “Hey! Put me down!”

“You’re a freaking idiot,” he said as he carried your squirming self back inside. He set you down at the table, shoving your shoulder when you tried to get up. “Eat and go to bed.”

“I’m not-”

“Do you have any idea why I’m a hardass? Why that might be? If I give a shit about you, I can’t do my job because then I’m going to worry. I’m going to worry about how you’re feeling and I don’t have time for that. You had a scare, fine. I calmed you down. Out here, you have to suck it up and deal on your own. I will keep you safe but we’re not friends. We’re a boss and employee and that’s it. Eat your damn dinner and go to sleep.”

He grabbed the bag with the remainder of the food and went into the other bedroom, slamming the door behind him. 

“Dick,” you said quietly. Ten minutes later you were changed into your pajamas and crawled under the blankets, staring out the dark window. “I just wanna go home.”

You didn’t speak when you made your way into the kitchen the next morning. Jensen was sat at the table with some rugged looking laptop and a cup of coffee. It probably worked off a satellite if you had to guess. You poured a cup from the pot for yourself before heading outside with it. You walked over to the dock on the small pond nearby, staring out at the calm water as you sipped on the warm liquid.

“You didn’t kill anyone you know,” you heard behind you. You didn’t turn but did hear one of the boards creak. “Being unable to save a guy who shouldn’t have been out there in the first place doesn’t make you a murderer.”

“I was on lifeguard duty that day,” you said.

“Yeah. That day. You weren’t at work when it happened. No body made that guy go underage drinking and swimming in the middle of the night. In a thunderstorm.”

“We were all drinking. No one was paying attention to the storm. It was the first and last time I’ve ever been drunk.”

“It wasn’t your fault. It was no one’s,” he said.

“I know. You think I should get over it,” you said, wrapping your arms around yourself in the cool air.

“I was going to say, it wasn’t your fault but I get feeling responsible for things that aren’t your responsibility.”

“I guess,” you said. “You find out who this person is yet?”

“No. I’m going to be spending most of my time working at that. Don’t go too far from the cabin, alright?” he said. He began to walk away and you turned your head, looking him up and down.

“I thought you didn’t want me going outside,” you said.

“Not alone at night, no. You can’t see your surroundings. During the day, stay within eye sight of the cabin and I think it’s acceptable for you to be on your own a bit.”

“Jensen,” you said. He turned and looked at you, waiting for you. “If I pay you more will you at least try to be a little nicer like you were just now?”

“Listen to what I say and I’ll be the nicest guy in the world,” he said, heading back to the cabin. “You want breakfast, make your own.”

“Good chat, Jensen,” you said, shaking your head at him. 

When you’d finished with your coffee you popped inside to put on some clothes better suited for outside. He gave you a quick glance before you slipped on some sneakers and had a hand on the door.

“Ah ah,” he said. The chair scratched against the floor and next thing you knew, he was right there, reaching into his back pocket. He held up a small little thing and pushed a button, flipping a blade out. “Switch blade. From now on, this doesn’t leave your side ever. I don’t care if it’s the middle of the night and you’re taking a piss. It goes with you.”

“Keep it with me. Understood,” you said. He put it in your palm and nodded.

“Open it.” You flipped it open and stared at him. “Where would you use it?”

“Maybe I’ll stab the guy in the dick. How’s that sound?” you asked. He smiled a little and looked away.

“Not a bad choice. Vulnerable points if you have time to think. Aim low. Up here, rib cage will try to do its job. It may hurt but not incapacitate. Down low, you got better odds. All else fails, just try to stab something.”

“I got it,” you said, slipping it into your pocket. He took hold of your arm as you started to leave and you groaned. “What now?”

“The keys to the truck are under the rock by the corner of the house. The flat one. If you have to get out of here for some reason and I can’t take you, you take yourself and don’t think twice,” he said.

“I understand,” you said. 

“Well...enjoy your day,” he said. He dropped your arm and went back to his computer. You headed outside and started to explore before he could come up with even more rules for you to follow.

Four Hours Later

You were stood on the edge of the shore, trying to teach yourself to skip rocks on the water when you heard a rustling behind you. Your head shot back over your shoulder, Jensen wearing a strange smirk on his face.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“You’re not very good at that,” he said, picking up a flatter rock. “You need to flick your wrist more.”

“You know how to do everything, don’t you.”

“I spent more than a few summers here. Not a whole lot to do,” he said. “Got it all the way out to the catskills over there once.”

“You’re not worried about my lack of rock skipping skills,” you said. He shook his head and shot a rock out, getting a few skips off before he stood by your side. “I can take it. What’d you find out?”

“How often do you read in detail the contracts your manager gives you?” he asked.

“For my shows, word for word. Appearances, I skim sometimes. Why?”

“You sign anything with Boom stunt services lately?” he asked.

“I signed some insurance thing I think, so I could do a few stunts on the show,” you said. Jensen nodded and crossed his arms. “What?”

“Your manager lied to you. He thought you were getting stuck in a rut with your show, your wildly successful show, so he hired a stunt man, one you signed off on and agreed to fake kidnap you. Even the drugging part of it. To help your image. Make you appear strong but vulnerable. You actually got a lot of offers recently for good movies after what’s happened.”

“My manager…” you trailed off, balling your hands up. You stormed back towards the cabin, Jensen on your heels. “I’m gonna fucking kill him! What the fuck is wrong with him!”

“Technically, you did sign a document saying you understood the arrangement,” said Jensen. “But obviously not. Based on what I’ve found and saw happening before, there’s no credible threat against you. My suggestion would be a lawyer at this point.”

“Can you take me home now please, Jensen,” you said, squeezing your eyes shut.

“I’ll load up the truck. We’ll be back tonight.”

Later That Night

“Y/N,” said Jensen as you wandered straight over to your liquor cabinet when you got home. “He’s quitting and paying a substantial amount for you to not press charges as well as covering all of your moving costs and my pay. You don’t have anyone after you. I know it doesn’t feel like it but consider it a win.”

“I moved out of a house I loved that I can’t go back to, I’m far away from my friends, the one person in this industry I’m supposed to trust hurt me and this has been nothing but a complete waste of your time. I’m sorry, Jensen,” you said as you poured yourself a double.

“You didn’t waste my time,” he said as you sat on the counter, knocking back the liquor. He walked into the kitchen and took the bottle by your side, pouring himself a glass. He sipped his slowly, your head ducking down. “I would like to stay on as your bodyguard if you’ll allow it.”

“For what?” you asked. 

“Protection for you, same as before. This time though, I’ll make sure to keep you safe from the people you trust,” he said. You raised your head, Jensen licking his lips. “Managers, agents, anyone. The only person I will trust is you. You let me be the asshole bodyguard, scrutinize the people you work with. This never has to happen again.”

“Why would you do that? You don’t like me,” you said. He finished off his glass and set it aside, stepping right in front of you and staring you in the eye.

“I don’t recall saying that.”

“We aren’t friends. We’re a boss and employee. Your words,” you said.

“I still don’t hear the words I don’t like you in there,” he said.

“I can’t trust you to take care of me, protect me, if I think you hate me.”

“I don’t hate you.”

“You have a funny way of showing it.”

“I told you. It’s very difficult to do my job if I care about you,” he said. “But the situation has changed. The threat is smaller. Safer. I can be friendlier...if you don’t question when I ask you to do something. My job is to protect you. You have to trust that all I am ever trying to do is keep you out of harm’s way. If we can agree to that, we can find a good rhythm, one where you don’t even notice I’m there and one where I know you’re okay. The threat before might not have been real but it exposed a problem. As long as you are living alone, you need someone here, just in case.”

“We will negotiate a new contract, one I can end anytime I so choose, and will detail when and when not you are on the clock.”

“Negotiating with you will be fun,” he said with a smirk. “We have a deal?”

“Do you really think I need a full time bodyguard?”

“We can negotiate that,” he said.

“I’m serious.”

“I think powerful, pretty, single women should use the advantages available to them to protect themselves.”

“We’ll talk about it,” you said. He smiled and headed for his bedroom, your gaze following him as he walked out of view. “Jensen.”

“Yeah?” he said, popping back into view.

“We’ll figure out your new contract in the morning,” you said.

“Yes mam,” he said. “If you need anything else, you know where to find me.”

“Goodnight,” you said. He left and you lightly swung your feet, staring down at the hardwood floor. You hopped down and put the bottle back in the cabinet, taking a deep breath. 

Nothing was wrong. Nothing at all. 

But something still felt strange. You couldn’t put your finger on it. Maybe Jensen sensed it and that’s why he wanted to stay. But he wasn’t shy about coming out and telling you how it was. 

You sighed and went to the freezer, taking out a pint of mint ice cream and heading upstairs to bed, hoping a night of sleep at home would put it out of your mind.

“No way,” you said as you sat back in your chair in your home office the following morning. Jensen was smirking from the other side of the desk and was leaned back in his own, your lawyer sat at the small sofa with his laptop and typing up what the two of you were going back and forth on. “When I am filming and appearances we agree on.”

“We already agreed on those. Now we’re negotiating the parts we don’t agree on.”

“I do not need a bodyguard on the weekends. I already compromised on the you being on at night thing,” you said.

“Well, I’m going to be living in that bedroom so-”

“Actually, you’re not,” you said. He raised an eyebrow and you sat up straighter. “I decided last night that seeing as how I don’t particularly like this house and Jared and Gen just moved, I’ll be moving closer to my friends. I saw a home last night with a small guest house in the back that would be perfect for you.”

“I might as well be living in a different home at that point. It-”

“It is connected to the main home. I thought you might appreciate your own space and to be frank-”

“You don’t look like a frank,” he said. You smiled a bit, Jensen’s grin growing.

“If we’re going to have a long term relationship, which considering the possible trajectory of my career this might very well be, I’m going to have to insist on you having a separate space for yourself. You will of course have full access to the main house at all times but if I have friends over or a date, I would like my privacy. I’m sure you would like your own,” you said.

“If we’re going to have a long term relationship, any of your friends or a potential boyfriend are going to have to learn to live with me being around. No exceptions. I will give you privacy but I will be staying in the main house. As for you moving closer to friends, I welcome it. They’re my friends too after all.”

“Let me pose a hypothetical question to you. Say I meet a guy, we date, he moves in with me. Are you going to continue to live in the main house?” you asked.

“That will depend on the circumstances of your life at that point but if he’s living with you, I would move into a guest house or suite,” he said. “I may possibly move to my own place entirely. As I said, it’s going to be highly dependent on your life at that time.”

“I can agree to that. But your bedroom in the main house will have some space from mine,” you said.

“Understood. I will keep my own personal excursions out of the home,” he said.

“Good,” you said. “Now back to the weekend thing.”

“I’ll compromise with you. I am off duty on the weekend but I reserve the right to protect you if I feel you’re in danger,” he said. “I will keep to a small area of the house on my off days for your privacy.”

“I appreciate that but I won’t enforce it if you choose to watch some TV in the family room. You being off duty on the weekends does mean that if I go out, you are following though,” you said.

“Compromise. If you go out and I want to go, I can but I don’t have to,” he said. “I can use my discretion.”

“What if I want to go out with my friends?”

“Go out with your friends. I may or may not come. I’ll stay away, let you enjoy your fun without me interrupting unless I see a threat. Deal?”

“Alright,” you said. “But I reserve the right to fire you on the spot for anything and I mean anything. Two weeks pay if I do.”

“Okay,” he said. You were surprised at how quickly he accepted that but he seemed indifferent. “It sounds like we have most everything settled.”

“Rob, can you send us both a copy of the contract for review then and-”

“Oh, I have something else,” said Jensen. “A little...requirement of mine.”

“We already discussed pay and benefits.”

“Those are fine. I’ve found in the past we don’t get along when you don’t listen to me. As part of our working relationship, you will take a self-defense course chosen by myself and you will learn the different things that if you do, will make your life safer and minimize the need for me. They are for both our benefits. One’s a short book and the other a two hour class. Is that acceptable?”

“Yes. Rob, write up our contract for us please,” you said. He said he’d have it by the end of the day and you slumped back in your seat, Jensen staring at you. “What?”

“Want to go pick out a house?” he asked.

“What?”

“You want to move. It’s Sunday. Open houses.”

“Rob’s already put in an offer on the place I mentioned,” you said.

“Oh. You don’t even want to see it?” he asked.

“The pictures seemed nice. I’ll renovate what I don’t like. I’m not moving again after this,” you said.

“Oh. Cool. I will pack up most of my things in the meantime,” he said as he stood up.

“It’s Sunday. You’re not at work right now. Do whatever you want, Jensen,” you said.

“New contract isn’t effective yet,” he said. “Besides, knowing you we’ll be in the new place in a week. Might as well be prepared.”

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A/N: Read Part 3 here!

[my-makeshift-masquerade]

Okay the FNAF fics with kid you are great and all, but when are we gonna see the older version of you deal with murderous animatronics? I want to hear about that.

Do you??? I mean, okay? I guess I can make a few headcanons about how I’d handle that… It would honestly depend what location I’m in, and what I’m doing there…

As a security guard at any of the locations, I’d be fired or dead within 3 days tops, and no, I’m not just saying this because I hate myself. I am an autistic 20-something woman prone to panic attacks who stands at only 5’3. My sensory sensitivity is so heightened that I can hear pitches of sound so high they’re normally only heard by animals! If one of the animatronics so much as screeched in my general direction, I’d be crying in the fetal position. Boom. Game over or pink slip.

Now, if I was doing something else at one of these places, then maybe I’d have a shot at surviving for long enough for anything to actually happen. I doubt I’d be anyone known around the establishment, though. I would probably be the most overlooked employee ever because I would be too scared to actually open up to anyone. As much as I’d love to be involved in designing the characters… Realistically, I would either end up an assistant for William or Henry or a throwaway intern.

I’d get along fine with other staff because I will ignore my needs and boundaries to get along with everyone. William would either find my personality endearing or annoying, and I’m not sure which is worse for me. Micheal would probably mess with me constantly and think my reactions were hilarious. Henry would be the nicest person I could meet, but I’d feel so bad for him I wouldn’t want to bother him at all.

Also, I’m always mistaken for a child by people so I’d probably be asked by customers if I’m lost if I didn’t wear a nametag. I bet William and Micheal would mess with me by constantly asking me if I’m lost or where my parents are even though they’d know I’m an adult. It just seems like the kind of sarcastic thing a coworker would do to me. Then Henry does it sometimes by complete accident to top it all off.

Since the animatronics (as far as I would know) are not people, I’d be way more comfortable speaking to them than any actual humans. William might suspect I know his secrets, but then become slightly concerned for my mental health when I tell him I literally don’t trust people not to hurt me so I talk to objects. “Young lady, are you alright? Like…emotionally?” “Oh, am I supposed to say yes to avoid being reported, sir?”

I’m not sure if the animatronics would appreciate my immediate trust of them or take advantage of it. I’d care deeply about them either way. My over active empathy means I feel bad when a cup is put away far away from other cups because it must feel lonely by itself. I’m that person. If I had to guess who I’d be drawn to it’d probably be Golden Freddy, Foxy Mangle or the Puppet because they’re sort of cast away from everything. I’d still care for all of the robots though. They’d probably feel like the safest presences at work to me, ironically.

So for Fazbear’s Fright, I’m totally dead unless for some reason Springtrap finds my incompetence entertaining and decides to watch me suffer. Pizzeria Simulator, I’d be dead because I would be worried about everyone else dying in a fire for some reason I’m unaware of. Security Breach I’d be ignored by most people probably and just be overlooked in a crowd. Sister Location I’d be very very very dead for obvious reasons. FNAF 1 and 2 would be the locations where I’d have the best bet of surviving. That is if the robots would even want to he nice to me…. There’s no guarantee.

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Derby Girl

ORIGINAL POST DATE: 05/12/21 at 7:22PM EST

This is The Life of Riley Book Two.  To catch up with what you’ve missed so far, please click:

  The Life of Riley- Book Two. 

My Book 2 starts with basically TRR book 1 starts.  

If you’re curious to see the elaborate back story I have created for my version of Riley Brooks Please click: 

The Life of Riley Book One.

It will answer a lot of your questions that are left out of the Canon that PB wrote.  

The Book: TRR

The Pairing:  Liam x Riley

Word Count: 2011

Warnings:  Sexual innuendo

Summary: Riley goes to her first derby.  Liam and Drake make a bet (this episode has a few canon-ish parts. The most you’ll see in my series.) 

Deena is my own character, all others belong to Pixelberry. 

A/N:  I’m on vacation as of yesterday until May 25th.  I plan to do as much writing as i can in this time period.  Hopefully release some chapters of people’s favorites and get back on schedule a little bit with some releases on things people haven’t seen in a bit.  

Riley slowly opened her eyes.   

She thought she had dreamed the whole thing.  She was sure she would wake up in her tiny little apartment with Daniel.  She sat up in the ornately designed bedroom.

She went to peer out over the balcony seeing the beautifully trimmed gardens.  

I really have the chance to win a Prince’s heart. She thought. Last night dancing in the Maze with Liam was the most amazing feeling. Riley could not wipe the dopey grin she had on her face.

There was a soft knock on her door.

Maxwell appeared.  

“Good Morning Little Blossom!  How are you today? You look so happy this morning.”

“I��m great.  I’m still so amazed by this place at times Maxwell.  There’s just so much beauty here. And Liam is here."

“And you get to be a part of this Little Blossom, because of the way he feels about you.  I see the way Prince Liam looks at you.”

“Then why can’t he just say it then?”

“Because that’s not how things are done here with people of his status.  You wouldn’t only be only his choice, but the choice of the people and they have to love you too and they don’t know you.  No one knows who Riley Antonia Brooks of New York truly is.”

Both Riley and Maxwell abruptly turned around to the voice of the person talking in the room.

Smile officially gone. Stolen by the rat bastard with the sneer standing at the door to her bedroom.

“Lady Riley meet my brother Bertrand.”

“The Duke of Ramsford.”

Riley decided since he went with such a formal title even though she was wearing her pajamas she should curtsy.   He seemed stuffy and the antithesis of Maxwell.

He nodded.  “The New Yorker can be trained to fit in here.”  

Riley glared at him.  “I’m not an animal Duke Ramsford.”  

“That remains to be seen.  If the Cordonian people do not fall in love with you, even though he could be Lady Riley, he will not choose you.  Love is not the only thing that matters here.  It’s honestly not even a factor here.  Prince Liam has a duty to his people to pick the most suitable woman to be at his side.  So you, my  dear idealistic girl, must learn to give the people what they want.  The derby today will give you the opportunity to meet the press for the first time.  This will set the tone of how the people will begin to approve of you or disapprove of you.  The Queen is also important here as well.”  

“I think the Queen might potentially be on my side.”  

Bertrand laughed.  “You don’t know The Queen.”  

“I met with her and she wasn’t rude to me. She was actually helpful when you think about it.  She told me to get a feel for the audience that will be watching me and dress for them.  I think that’s helpful advice.”

“You’re right, that is helpful advice.”  Maxwell chimed in trying to release some of the tension.

“You need to get ready. Head to the boutique and make sure you pick something suitable.”

Riley almost didn’t want to go to the boutique after what happened to her the last time.

However, when she walked in, she was greeted by a kind middle-aged woman with a genuinely welcoming smile.

“And you must be Lady Riley.”

“I am.” Riley still had her guard up her voice and body language tight and protecting herself.  

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.”  

“Oh?”

“I know that the last time you were here, you didn’t have the greatest experience with the staff, and I apologize for that, but if there is anything you need I will be more than willing to assist.”  

“Thank you so very much.”  

Riley smiled.

“It’s no wonder….”

“It’s no wonder what?”

“Why he’s so enchanted with you.  Lady Riley you’re absolutely breathtaking, without a stitch of makeup, and you have such a kind-hearted spirit. I can almost feel it radiate off you.  I was sworn to secrecy, because he couldn’t hide how he feels about you.  Let me know if you need any help picking out something for him.  You’re living your very own Cinderella story right now.”  

It was the nicest anyone had been to her since she landed.  Riley’s eyes filled with tears.  

“Oh no, don’t do that dear.  I know things have been a little rough for you.  The royal life is not easy.  They don’t only fight with words, they fight with glares and  underhanded behaviors.  But I’m here now.  At least here, you will always be treated like the royalty I believe you will become someday.  Now let’s pick out something beautiful for him.”

Riley thumbed through the racks.

"If I may?  I did notice his eyes fall on this dress here.  It looks to be your size, and that color would look like heaven on you."

"Pink is my favorite color."

"Then you should try it on."

This woman Deena, had made the palace boutique an oasis.

Riley tried on the dress staring at herself in the mirror.

"His face is going to be just as pink as that dress when he sees you. That dress was made for you. And since you're going to the derby try this as well."

She gave Riley a white hat.

The hat didn't quite stay on.

Riley laughed. "Big hair goals and hats don't generally mix."

Deena laughed.  "This is true. I think Dolly Parton said it best, if someone tells you hair is too big. Get rid of them, you don't need that kind of negativity in your life!"

"That's a plan!"

“Thank you Deena.”  

“You show them honey. You show them why he’s picking you.”  

Riley decided to be the "Derby Girl" for the day she would straighten her hair. The hat laid perfectly.  

“Little Blossom! You look amazing!”

“Thank you Lord Maxwell,” she responded as Bertrand walked into the room.

“Yes, she picked a suitable outfit to be seen in and for the media.  We should be on our way.”

The whole duration of the ride Bertrand droned on about  royalty, the queen, and the event and the Cordonian Ruby Apple.  

“When you are done with your interview you’re going to go over to the pink tents to watch the race with the other suitors.”  

“Greaaat. Will Prince Liam be dropping by?”  

“Probably not, you’ll see him at the picnic afterwards.”  

“You got this Little Blossom!”

Riley managed to stay cool and calm while talking to the press.  The press deemed her “The Mystery Woman” based on her answers.  It was fitting she thought, because a lot of her life, even for herself, was a mystery to her. All the missing memory gaps she had of her life before the accident, at times, Riley felt she barely knew herself.  

She looked for the pink tents not seeing any, but when she turned she saw Drake heading toward  a tent.   She quickly followed him, leaping inside.  

The Prince jumped to attention, his jaw locked, his body rigid, and his face stern.  She realized what she had done.  He had probably been trained for surprise attacks, and he had to always be alert.

“I’m sorry...I didn’t think..” Riley whispered.  

The prince visibly relaxed. 

“No, on the contrary it’s a very welcome surprise.  How did you manage to get in here?”  

“Playing a game of following the leader.”

The beer Drake was about to drink she pulled from his hand.

“Thanks for the beer Drake, you're too kind.”

Drake looked like he wanted to say something, but  he remained silent.  

Liam lightly cleared his throat.  

“I’m going to….”  

“You don’t have to….”  Riley started to say, but she saw the look in Liam’s eyes.

“Bye Drake.”  She whispered, her eyes not leaving Liam’s.  

Drake walked out letting the tent fall closed.  

He pulled Riley to his lap, softly stroking her hair.  

“You look beautiful.  But you know I love your curls.”

“I know.  I would have had a wardrobe malfunction otherwise if i didn’t straighten it.  My hat wouldn’t fit.”  

“You would have been just as beautiful without it.”  

“I know but it’s the derby and Bertrand was making such a big deal about the derby and looking appropriate.  And even though I know nothing else about derbys I know next to the horse race, number two is woman in hats.  Your hat game must be on point.  Serious hat-age.”

Liam laughed, tightening his grip around her.

“Lady Riley, no one makes me laugh like you do.   I’m always so happy when you’re around.  Not just the things you say, or the way you look at me.  It’s who you are, that radiates off you, and I just feel it wrap around me.”

“And what does that feel like?”

“You feel like sunshine Lady Riley.  Sunshine on a summer day.  The perfect summer day. When you close your eyes and just feel the sun warm your skin, and you are so content to just.....be in that moment.  That’s how I feel when we are in the same space together.”

She softly kissed his lips.  

He began another kiss, but then pulled away too soon.  “As much as I would love to see where this could go, we have to at least watch the race.” Riley slipped off his lap into the seat next to him as he opened the tent.  

Drake came in a few minutes later with new beers.  

Riley was silent, listening to Liam and Drake talk about  the race and their friendly wager, and how she got roped into it she’ll never know.  She was going to be sitting on the back of the loser while they did ten push-ups.  

“Who’s your money on winning the bet, me or Drake?”

Riley winced.  

“As much faith as I have in you Liam, I think Drake might know more about horses and the stables. So my money is on Drake. I’m sorry.”

“Ouch that had to hurt Liam.”  Drake chuckled.

Liam looked hurt. 

“Did you want the truth, or did you want me to lie to you Liam?”

“The truth Lady Riley, always the truth.”  

Annnnd…. Riley was right.

Liam unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it on the empty chair.

He got into a push-up position.

“Lady Riley if you will.”

Riley hopped onto Liam’s back.  Even though he was surprised he still held a tight planked push up position.  

“Lady Riley!”

“God she’s ruthless, are you sure you want this one?”  Drake laughed.

“I’ve been on him before, I knew he could handle it.”  

Liam choked back a laugh for a moment, his form unwavering.

“She’s right, I can handle her.”  

“TMI Brooks!!!”

Liam easily did all ten push ups unbroken.  

When Liam was done  he put on his dress shirt again.  

“Drake will take you back to the other suitors for a late lunch.”

“A sweet little goodbye kiss to tide me over until I'm in your presence again?”

Riley seductively puckered her lips, tapping her index finger against them.  

Liam glanced around  and pulled her to him kissing her.   Her fingers gently tugged his hair as his kiss deepened and his grip tightened around her.

Drake dropped her off with the other suitors.  

“I can’t believe we didn’t even get to see  Prince Liam at all!”   Lady Penelope's voice rang out in annoyance. “I had the best story to tell about my poodles to make him laugh.”  

“Where were you Lady Riley?”  

“I got lost again.  All these places around here look the same.  Drake found me finally and brought me over here to you guys.”

“Lady Riley you need to get it together.  Being late because you got lost won’t look well for you with the media.”    Lady Kiara  shook her head.  

“I’m not sure I believe her.”  

Olivia stepped up to her staring into Riley’s face.  

“Why would I lie?  You saw Drake drop me off here right Liv?”  

“I saw, but something feels off.  I don’t trust you Lady Riley.  Something is afoot.”

“Well, then I guess it’s game on then, Scarlet Duchess?”

“Yes.  Game on.”  

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Scenario: (Reverse AU) Game character MC is also the exchange student

for context here is the HC post I made with the [Reverse AU]

//hehe i’m pretty happy you all liked that post so much-- biggest uwus-- but tbh I had  really hard time trying to title this LMAO  

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Lucifer

Tries really hard to act cool with it-- he really does

The moment you are summoned into the Devildom he has to turn away and compose himself before giving his spiel/introduction about the exchange program, how it’s a year, how you’ll live in the House of Lamentation-- (oh fuck oh god you’re going to be LIVING with them?) 

On the outside he is composed

In fact he’d rather die than reveal to you that he’s not okay that you look AND act like the character he was deeply invested in the game

His brothers definitely know though, so any point he shows weakness they WILL pounce on it and tease him about it by hinting to you about your game-character look-alike

He doesn’t really seek your attention (like canon) mainly because he keeps getting nudged by Diavolo into interacting with you (“don’t they look familiar, lucifer?” and “why don’t you get to know the exchange student more, lucifer :^))))))”) 

In comparison to canon, probably treats you a lot nicer just by default-- coddling to the MAX (what can I say he plays favorites) 

Can’t bring it in him to really get mad, buys you gifts to leave at your door for your hard work as an exchange student-- but literally everyone else knows he’s spoiling you

anything cute you do KOs him and he has to compose himself with breathing exercise lmaooo 

Mammon

Basically this [post]

SIIIIIIIIMP

Considering the type of money he blew on the game, the fact that you’re real means that the money will now be pooled to you instead of game-character you 

When you got summoned and you called him over the phone, he legit thought it was a game call??? And was so confused because why did you mention Lucifer

When he comes and complains, he legit shuts up so quick when he sees you because (wheeze) is that-- is that really--

“Mammon, you’re going to take care of all their needs here during their stay--”

“NO PROBLEM” 

He’s so sweet towards you and takes his role to take care of all your needs very seriously

You’re craving something? He’s got it. You need to buy something? Say no more. Avatar of Greed is here for you baby

You have no clue why he’s being so nice to you, but you think he’s the nicest demon and person you’ve ever met

Like usual, protective over you and sticks by your side-- so really, has much changed? He’s been putty in your hands since the minute he laid eyes on you 

He’s not too careful about keeping the fact that you look like a game character though so when you ask him about it he freezes and stammers through an explanation (you think the game is funny though)

Levi

SIIIIIIIIIMP

Sees you and immediately freezes, turns around and goes back into his room to freak

It’s literally a dream come true?? To have a game/anime character be real????

Peeks and looks at you again to confirm your name, how you act, and what you look like

He’s the embodiment of “Un-Follow Me Now, This Is Gonna Be the Only Thing I Tweet About for The Next Week.”

He makes fan cams of you alsdfkjaslfjksjf and admires you from a far for a while

He’s a little afraid to approach you because what if you don’t like him?

Kinda adorable when you approach him because he’s soooo shy 

Tries really hard so that you’ll like him-- not that he really NEEDS to because you’d like him even if he wasn’t extra sweet-- but he’s convinced he needs to bring his A-game at all times

Remember what he did during the otome game chapter? He’s your husbando, baby, and he made your bento with LOVE

Probably still plays the game for a while but honestly getting to know you organically is 100x better than seeing you through a screen

Is a Complete Mess whenever you do something cute or wear cosplay-- how do you breathe again???

Satan

The only one that’s not a mess that was highly invested into the game

He’s surprised-- of course-- when he sees you summoned in the Devildom because what a coincidence to see someone look exactly like his favorite character in the game

Then you acted exactly like the character and had the same name and he had to take a little breather because his heart was beating so fast (be cool, Satan)

Legit wants to throw hands with Lucifer there and then when he gets a roast-y introduction from him 

Spends the rest of his time from then on being courteous and sweet and trying to make the best impression possible without being too extra (lookin’ at his other brothers cough)

Invites you to places and hang out with him like in canon and treats you normally best

Gets you gifts that he knew your game character liked in-game just to test to see if you really are like the character

Becomes a little secret experiment for him to see what the similarities are and if there are any differences because it’s honestly just really funny for him to see how alike the two of you are (and if Simeon is behind it just like how he is with TSL) 

He’s all chill until you dress up in cat-ears for some school event and he can’t even look at you without getting heart palpitations

Asmodeus

“Ohhhhh wow!! You know, you look suuuuper similar to this one character--”

Has absolutely no qualms with revealing that you look like a character in a game he plays and gushing about you and the character

tbh ofc he’s the only brother who has the finesse to make this revelation casual and no-big-deal because he wasn’t very invested in the game but he played the game enough to have you as a favorite

Right from the get-go is very friendly towards you and wants to get to know you better

He wasn’t very invested into the game in the first place, but you BET he’s gonna drag you to his room to dress you in cute clothing

He can’t unlock all of the game-costumes or your cute cards, but having you give him a mini fashion show is way easier and a lot better in his opinion

And the fact that you’re real and he can touch you? Ugh, say no more

He’s a very tactile, touchy person so being able to hug you and give you affection is making this 100x better than just gushing about game-character you 

You are on his Devlilgram ALL the time-- and takes a bunch of pics with the two of you together in all the possible poses and filters he can find; he can’t get enough of you!

Beelzebub

Considering how little he invested into the game, he probably doesn’t even realize the similarities between you and the game-character you for a long time

His brothers probably have to bring it up for him to realize

“Beel, don’t you think they look exactly like the game character?”

“...............oh.”

He probably starts asking questions about you just to check if you really are the game character that everyone is talking about

You don’t even know why he’s asking you what your favorite food is or what is your opinion on summer festivals-- but you feel kinda happy because he’s asking so much about you

Does eventually tell you about the game and seriously talks to you about you being a game character but that he’s liked you regardless anyways 

Honestly… doesn’t treat you that differently ngl he was already sweet to you from the beginning (after he, you know, gets over his food getting eaten)

Belphegor

He’s REALLY confused when he sees you as the exchange student

Thinks he’s still asleep and dreaming for a hot second because there’s no way that his favorite game character would actually manifest in reality 

Then you talk to him and he’s like “..................oh.” (twinssss)

Lowkey gets more invested into the game after seeing you because if that’s not a sign he’s going to get the next UR he doesn’t know WHAT is

Definitely asks you if you can dance (yknow for the dance battles)

A little shy at first, mainly because he doesn’t know how to react, but once he warms up to you, treats you as normal

This is all assuming he is NOT IN THE ATTIC

If he IS STUCK IN THE ATTIC, the first time he sees you walk up the attic andn find him is like a fever dream and he thought he just manifested you because he was desperate 

A little paranoid that this is just a hallucination or a trick of his mind-- because go figure he’d go insane being stuck in the attic and being addicted to this game 

Definitely soften his tone when talking to you and a little weirded out that you’re the exchange student

You have a high chance of NOT dying by his hands because he has a soft spot for you and getting to know you :)

[ladykissingfish]

A Date with an Angel // Part One // Kakuzu and Deidara

((Note: This is a new little mini-series I’m working on at the request of an Anon, about all of tbe guy’s going on a date with Konan. I was just going to put everyone’s together in one post but it’d be way too long, so each post will feature at least two of the guys.))

“So what’s this meeting about, Leader? And where is Konan?” It’s Kisame who asks the question, but everyone is curious about the answer. It was rare for Nagato to get them all out of bed so late at night for a meeting; they all assumed something catastrophic must have happened. As if reading their minds, Nagato clears his throat and says, reassuringly, “There is nothing wrong. I’ve called you here to discuss Konan. I’m sure you’ve all been observant enough to notice how Konan has been acting differently as of late?” All of the boys bow their heads in embarrassment; in truth, none of them have noticed anything “off” at all about the pretty blue-haired lady. When Nagato first informed his group of for-hire mercenaries and bodyguards that he was bringing his old friend into the house that they all shared, none of them had been very enthusiastic, to say the least. “A woman means we can’t walk around naked anymore!” “She’ll probably nag us to pick up and keep the house clean!” “That means no more dirty jokes, no nudie mags, no —“ But Nagato wasn’t hearing it. He moved Konan in, giving her his own bedroom (which was the nicest in the house AND the only one with its own connected bathroom) and told her to make herself at home. Which she did ... and making herself at home wasn’t ALL she did. She managed to turn the old house into a home, a home that she cleaned, a home that she cooked meals for everyone in, a place (and a face) that the others looked forward to seeing after coming home from a long (and often brutal) day. She was always there when somebody needed stitching up, or a hot meal, or just somebody to talk to. But now ... “She’s been feeling depressed as of late.” Then Nagato tells them something they didn’t know; the reason he asked her to live with them in the first place was because he didn’t want her to be alone, after the sudden death of her boyfriend (and Nagato’s best friend) Yahiko. It’s been almost a full year since his passing, but seeing as how the pain is still fresh in her mind, the upcoming “anniversary” of his demise has left her feeling very down. “So here’s what I want you all to do, every day this week, I want one of you to take Konan out of this house, to somewhere that she’ll enjoy herself.” “You mean like a date?” Nagato shakes his head, “She might not be receptive to that word. Instead frame it as an outing between two friends. The point being, take her away from here and make her happy. She deserves at least that much from us, for all that she does for us. Agreed?” Everyone agrees, and then Nagato provides a hat and writes everyone’s name on a slip of paper, to determine the order in which they’ll be asking Konan out. First up?

Kakuzu

Nagato drew Kakuzu’s name out first, which the nonagenarian wasn’t quite happy about. Kakuzu is the oldest member of Nagato’s group, and the smartest with money, which is why he’s been made the group treasurer. Any possible expenses for jobs taken have to be run through and approved by Kakuzu, and he’s known to be very frugal and careful with the group’s fund. While he likes Konan and appreciates all she does for the group, he has never been on a “date” in his life .. and certainly didn’t intend to start now. Nevertheless, when he approaches her and asks her to spend the day with him, she seems very surprised, but receptive. As expected, this man does not intend to do anything with Konan that will put him under any kind of financial strain. Free is the way to be, and you can bet that Kakuzu will already have a list of places or events in his head that don’t cost a penny to attend. For their date, he decides to take the lovely lady to a classical music concert in the park. The weather is beautiful and the park isn’t that far from the “base”, so they walk there. Konan chatters away happily the whole time, which Kakuzu more or less tunes out. He’d rather be back at home reading a book. But once they get to the park, and they spread out the blanket that Konan’s brought and sit, things change. The music is really beautiful, but not more so than Konan’s dreamy face, as she listens and sways along to the peaceful melodies. She’s also packed them a lunch, which Kakuzu nibbles at and appreciates (and not for the first time) how good of a cook she is. One song is so gorgeous that Konan can’t keep still, and she gets to her feet and holds out her hand, asking Kakuzu to dance with her. For the first time in years, he blushes. To be asked to dance by such a pretty young woman ... he stands, and the two move carefully around their little area. Seeing them dance awakens the desire in others, and pretty soon everyone is stepping around to the music. He will, maybe for the first time in his life, feel a bit insecure. He and Konan are only friends, but ... he sees the way everyone is looking at them. He can read their thoughts almost as if they’re being spoken aloud: What’s a pretty young girl doing with an old man like that? At some point in the afternoon, Kakuzu spots a souvenir stand and, seeing as the little trinkets aren’t too expensive, goes to pick one out for Konan. As he stands there, he can overhear a younger man walk up to Konan, shamelessly hitting on her, in fact telling her to “ditch grandpa over there and come back to my place for a good time, sweet-cheeks.” Kakuzu watches as the guy puts a hand on Konan’s arm, and he’s about to go and defend her when Konan takes the guys hand, pulls, and flips him clear over her shoulder and damn near across the park ((stunning the onlookers, and, especially, Kakuzu)). Kakuzu quickly turns back around and takes his souvenir (which is a keychain with a tiny glittery pink penguin on it) up to the table to buy. Konan comes up as he’s pulling out his wallet, and, leaning up, gently kisses his cheek, making him blush once again. Walking back home in the twilight, it’s much colder outside than when they first arrived, and Kakuzu takes off his jacket and drapes it over Konan’s shoulders, which provides her with wonderful warmth. She holds on to his arm all the way home, telling him what a nice time she had with him. They get back to base and Konan spends the entire night gushing to everyone else about their time, how fun it was, how great of a dancer Kakuzu is. Kakuzu tries to act gruff and nonchalant about this but inside, he’s beaming. In the days that follow, he’ll stop and smile every time he sees Konan’s keys hanging up, with the little glittery pink penguin dangling off the ring.

Deidara

Deidara is the second name drawn, and he’s happy about this. He’s the youngest of the group at 19, with long blonde hair, vibrant blue eyes, and a flair for all things “artistic”. He has no less than 10 piercings in each ear, and a self-designed tattoo on his chest. He’s often referred to by the others as being smart, but “really immature“, to which he disagrees. The problem with Deidara is that he has a mind that speeds ahead faster than the average person can deal with, and he often acts on impulse or feeling rather than logical thought. Still, he’s a valuable, strategic member of Nagato’s group ... even if he can be annoying at times. When not working, he’s the type who likes to have a fun time, no matter who he’s with; and Konan has been lots of fun to hang out with in the past. Although ... as far as he can recall, the two of them have never exoerienced a one-on-one outing with each other. Luck is on his side; he sees that there’s a carnival in town and he immediately asks Konan to go with him. She tells him that she has no money and he tells her not to worry about it, HE has money, just go with him because he hates doing fun things like that alone. She asks him if he means go with, on a date, and he gets flustered because Nagato had specifically mandated that they don’t let Konan know what all of this is. BUT, the other hand, he’s never been on a “date” in his life so, why not? “Yeah, hm. Me and you, pretty lady. What do you say?” She ends up saying yes, and the two set out for an afternoon of fun. Konan learns that Deidara is a competitive spirit, and he finds joy in playing the games. He manages to make a giant balloon explode in one game, and in turn wins Konan a huge stuffed giraffe that she needs both arms to carry. He buys her an abundance of fare sweets, such as cotton candy and funnel cakes, and then come the rides. Tilt a whirl, the go-carts, and the Fun House has them both shrieking near-hysterical laughter in the Hall Of Mirrors. Towards early evening, the fair grounds evoke a different atmosphere, as everything blooms into colorful lights. The Ferris wheel looks particularly enchanting, with its pink and blue globe-lights, and Deidara asks Konan if she wants to get on. But she’s a bit apprehensive about this, as heights aren’t really her thing. But Deidara’s eagerness and the beauty of the contraption appeal to her, and she finds herself (along with her giraffe) getting into one of the swinging cars with the excited blonde. They move higher and higher up into the sky, as the cars below them are filled with people, and although Konan is putting on. a brave face, a little jolt makes her jump. “Are you scared?” She gives him a shaky laugh. “N-no. Just startled.” “You’re sure? Because I can ask the guy to let us back off.” But again she shakes her head. once the last customers are loaded, the Ferris wheel starts up and Konan immediately moves closer to Deidara, grasping his arm. She’s shaking, but rather than point this out to her, Deidara begins talking to her, calmly, quietly. Going over all the fun things they did that day, and how much he appreciates her coming with him. Eventually Konan’s fears melt away and she’s able to fully open her eyes and take in the glorious night sky. Towards the end of the ride, their car is stopped at the very top as the people below them get off, and Konan takes the opportunity to move even closer and gently kiss Deidara’s cheek. He blushes fiercely, asking, “What was that for?” and she replies “I was feeling down earlier today. You asked me to come here with you and you made my whole day brighter. So thank you.” Her words give *him* a bright, warm feeling in his chest; one that stays with him as they get off the Ferris wheel, as they go home, and when he takes her to her room door. She’s holding her stuffed giraffe in her arms, and she’s chattering about where she’s going to put it, but Deidara is barely listening; all he can focus on is her soft-looking lips. This woman is his friend, and ONLY a friend, but — “Um, Konan?” “Yes” “Don’t laugh but, um, t-tonight was my

first date, with a girl. And I was wondering if — I mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I was wondering if maybe — maybe I could —“ But Konan interrupts him with a feather-touch of a kiss to the lips. Deidara’s cheeks flush and he mumbles a “Thank you” before stumbling down the hall to his own room. The smile on his face follows him into his dreams.

[nerdypanda3126]

congrant on 100 followers! can i have 23 + ladrien? *chanting* pillowfort ladrien pillowfort ladrien pillowfort ladr

23. “Let’s make a pillow fort. It’ll be great.” 

Ladrien! Ladrien! I’m so happy someone requested Ladrien! ^^ Hope you like it Poppy! 

Pillow Fort Comfort

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Adrien sighed as he fell into his desk chair. What a day. He’d sent the video to his friends to thank them for their kind thoughts. He’d apologized to Plagg and the kwami had subsequently locked himself in his cheese cabinet. His father was in his study, as per usual. Everything was back to normal.

He laid his cheek on the desk and wiggled his mouse to dispel his screensaver so he could see the picture of his mom on his desktop. Normal. Or at least what had been normal for the past year. He sat back up to look over the picture, trying to find the similarities between him and his mom. Ladybug had told him once that he had his mom’s eyes. He touched his fingertips to the screen.

The fact that his friends had wanted to cheer him up was a small pinprick of light in the day. And the akuma battle and getting to see Ladybug was at least a distraction. Still. He wished he could’ve seen the messages they had tried sending.

He sighed and let his fingers slide down the screen. Missing. It was worse somehow than if she had died. There was always the lingering hope that maybe someday. Someday she’d miraculously return. He knew his father still held onto that hope. It was hard not to. They couldn’t even have a proper funeral; his father had put up the statue in the garden and said they mustn’t forget her. In a way, he was jealous of Félix. At least he knew for sure his father was gone.

Now that he was alone, he laid his forehead on the cool metal of his desk and let the tears he’d been holding start to seep down his cheeks.

There was a soft knock on his window. His ears perked at the sound, but he didn’t think it would be what he hoped it was. It was probably just a stray pigeon tapping against the glass. But when the knock was repeated, louder and more insistent, he raised his eyes to look.

Ladybug was hanging from her yoyo secured somewhere on the roof. She waved when she caught his eye. He scrambled off his desk chair to the window he always kept open. She swung over easily and perched on the ledge.

“Ladybug? What are you doing here? Is there an akuma?”

“Well, no…” she started cautiously, “but your friends… um, they asked me to check on you. In case.”

Her eyes scanned over his face and she reached out to touch a gloved hand to his cheek, but she pulled away at the last second, blushing shyly.

He touched his own fingers to his cheek and they came away wet. He wiped his tears away with the heel of his hand hurriedly. That seemed to settle her resolve and she stepped down from the ledge to be next to him.

“That boy today that looked like you. He was your cousin?” she asked after a pause.

“Félix. Yeah.” Adrien grimaced.

She nodded thoughtfully. “It’s awful, what he did. Your friends told me about their videos.”

He couldn’t agree with her that it was awful. Félix was grieving. It wasn’t his fault he was acting out. “I would’ve really liked to see them,” he said instead. “Especially Marinette’s.”

Her eyes went as wide as dinner plates. “M-Marinette’s? Why?”

He waved her over to sit on the couch instead of standing by the window, but she seemed embarrassed for some reason. He sat anyway. “She always seems a bit uncomfortable around me. But she’s the nicest person I know. I’m sure whatever she said would’ve been amazing.”

For some reason, Ladybug blushed a deep crimson. She stepped into his room and started looking around curiously, but it seemed like it was a distraction of some sort. A way to turn away from him to get her bearings back.

“This place is huge,” she said with a touch of wonder. “I bet you could make the best pillow forts with all this space.”

He shrugged. “I wouldn’t know. I’ve—I mean, I’ve never really tried.”

“You’ve never…?” She turned back to look at him incredulously.

Another shrug and he looked away. He didn’t really want to explain that Chloé had been his closest childhood friend and she’d been more interested in playing house or dress up at the hotel.

A pillow hit the side of his head and slumped to his side. Ladybug was grinning by his bed, having lobbed one of his pillows at him like a softball. He hadn’t even heard her move.

“Let’s make a pillow fort! It’ll be great.”

“I don’t… I mean… don’t you have superhero things to do?” He blushed as soon as the words were out of his mouth. Ladybug was in his room offering to spend time with him and he was trying to shoo her out the window?

She waved her hand at him dismissively, but she was still smiling. “Pillow fort first, superhero things later. Now. We need materials.” She scanned his room like she would for her Lucky Charm, her eyes flicking from point to point before they settled on him again. “Couch cushions.” She pointed and he stood to follow her direction.

“Um... are those the only pillows and blankets you have? On your bed?” Underneath her authority there was a shy hesitance to her question.

“I’m sure I have some more stashed away somewhere around here.”

“Do you mind if I look?”

His eyes were on his task as he disassembled the couch, but he hummed his assent. He heard her opening cabinets and bolted upright, remembering at the last second to tell her that there was one she shouldn’t-

And that was the one she was holding open. Plagg’s cheese cabinet. He could almost picture Plagg’s sheepish grin as he was discovered. Ladybug’s bluebell eyes met Adrien’s, shocked.

He froze in place and held his breath as he waited. Maybe Plagg had had enough sense to phase into the cabinet. Maybe she just thought he was a cheese hoarder. He winced. That wasn’t much better.

Whether she had or hadn’t found a little black cat kwami gorging himself on smelly cheese, she shut the cabinet doors resolutely and sat back on her heels. She opened her mouth once, then closed it again. She bit the inside of her cheek as she thought and her nose wrinkled adorably. When her eyes met his again, they were cautious—hesitant, even.

“Adrien?”

He swallowed thickly. “Yes?”

She let her breath out as she seemed to come to a conclusion or a decision, he couldn’t tell which.

“I can’t find any other blankets.”

“That’s okay.” He let out a nervous chuckle and started putting the couch cushions back. “It’s not a big deal.”

She huffed and stood. “I said we’re making a pillow fort. We’re making a pillow fort.” She tapped her foot impatiently as she looked around again.

“Hang on. I’ve got it.” She ran over to the window and paused as she pulled her yoyo off her hip. “I’ll be back, okay?”

He couldn’t help the dreamy grin that spread across his face as he nodded. Her answering blush pinked her cheeks before she slung her yoyo out the window and was gone.

***

She came back about an hour later. He had started practicing his piano, more out of force of habit and to dispel his nervous energy than anything else. He heard her light step as she came in, but kept playing to try to focus. Did she know? Did she suspect? She’d at least seen the pile of cheese, right? Ladybug was smart; that might be enough for her to connect the dots. He missed a few notes while he was preoccupied and stopped abruptly.

Ladybug had crept up to the piano to watch. When he turned to face her, she blushed as red as her suit.

“That was really pretty, what you were playing?”

“Thanks.” His hand found the nape of his neck and he rubbed at it self-consciously. “It was my mom’s favorite.”

She didn’t answer, but she offered him her hand. “I have a surprise for you.”

He accepted her hand and stood up. She blushed before she tugged him over to the window and then he was pressed close to her side. His hand fell around her waist on instinct as she slung her yoyo and zipped away.

She dropped to what seemed like a random rooftop and led the way over to an alcove that was hidden by one blanket draped across the entrance and another over the top. She pulled the blanket aside and showed him the mound of pillows waiting to be jumped into. She had also strung colored lights inside, which cast a warm glow over everything. He ducked under her arm to sit down and she followed, dropping the blanket behind her and cutting out the world.

She was painfully close when she sat, and he couldn’t tell if it was just a really warm night or if he’d started blushing. She reached around him and pulled out a thermos she’d set aside and two mugs.

“It’s more fun to make them together,” she explained quietly, “but I had to get some of this stuff… well… you know. Secret identity and all that.” She handed him a steaming mug of what smelled like hot chocolate. He glanced around again. The lights he recognized from Marinette’s balcony, and the cat pillow they were leaning back against was hers, too.

With a sideways glance at Ladybug, he decided not to ruin her surprise. It was maybe a conversation for another time.

He sipped his hot chocolate carefully. She leaned back into the pillow and tapped at her yoyo screen until quiet music filled their little space.

“I thought to get a projector up here, and we could watch a movie, but I didn’t want to keep you waiting too long.”

He held the mug between his hands and Marinette’s warmth was emanating from it. The entire space smelled like her, like the bakery, like warm sugar. He smiled even as tears started to slip down his cheeks again. “Next time, maybe.” He sniffed and wiped his eyes with his thumbs. “Thank you, Ladybug. This is... “ he looked around, smiling like an idiot. “This is amazing.”

[thetopben]

Then talk about those four people you met.

In no particular order!

@blxndingin

Akira's pretty cool. He might not always be lawful but he is pretty solidly good and that's the more important part anyway. Plus he gave me free food and drink before 😄 I don't think I totally Get the persona stuff but it does kind of sound like "what if the aliens in the watch were also voices in my head" kind of deal. Which. I bet can be pretty disorienting.

Me, Gwen, Kevin, Edie, and him took care of. Uh I forgot what it was called. Some kind of weird pocket dimension? We fought a bunch of demons together! And got more free food!!

And hey speaking of Edie

@creepy-crowleys

She has got. So much on her plate, she makes me think of Gwen sometimes. Probably just as much heart, too. I don't know if she's as strong, or stronger, but man she sure held her own real well in that big demon fight! You don't want to get on this girl's bad side, haha! But if you did, you'd probably deserve it. She's so nice. Sure, she's done some stuff she's not proud of. So have I. Who hasn't? But like damn she's still one of the nicest people around here.

And I'm going to use that to segue into someone who probably is the nicest!

@liliumsunshine

Hinata is a lot quieter in person than she is online, but plenty of people are different online than they are in person. Honestly I'm glad she's got so many people that love her, she could use it! She could use more support. Even though I know for certain she would say that no she doesn't, hah. Come to think, she can turn these magic curse things into rings, right? Maybe I should ask about getting this one turned into a ring. It would be a lot nicer as something I could pick to happen instead of something that just always happens no matter what.

And that leaves us with the first person on this site that I met,

@childkxng

Kevin! Big Kev isn't as nasty or scary as he wants you to think. I mean, he sure can be, when he needs to, but it's really not default. Just look at how much he's put up with me, haha! It can be weird, sometimes, knowing someone that started out the same way as my best and closest friend but took a dramatically different turn. It's even weirder knowing that the one I'm best friends with is the one that tried to kill me even more than this one.

I forgot where I was going with that.

But also his zoo on his space ship is so cool you guys he's got so many animals and some of them are SO BIG

[detroitbydark]

Part Seven

Character: Commander Fox x Reader

Warnings: SMUT 18+. Sexual intercourse. breeding kink. You’ve been warned.

Summary: He just can’t stop wanting more

A/N:  So, yeah. 6800+ words. Foxy Babies this is for you. This was supposed to be a simple Fuller chapter and well.... I lost control.... 

All parts can be found here on my Masterlist.

The fourth floor sparing room in the tower of the Coruscant Guard was the favorite place of many a Guardsman. Offering reprieve from the public eye and an avenue to release pent up frustration, it was rarely empty. 

The walls, a flat neutral beige devoid of character, helped the men concentrate (according to the Kaminoans) on their lessons, sparring, and the occasional (unsanctioned) fight.

Fox enjoyed his time there, one of his favorite places in the building. That being said, he’s unsure if he’s been in the position to study the ceiling so well before.

Rule reaches down and clasps his forearm, pulling Fox from his back into a sitting position. The younger Sargent folds to a cross legged position across from him, sweat catches along his temples as he grins like a fool. Fox can’t help but grin back at his kit. To say he was proud of what Rule and Wren were becoming was a gross understatement. The fact that Rule had now bested him two out of three rounds and he was still able to find amusement in it was testament to that.

“Getting slow, Commander”

Thire and Wren plop down near them. Thire takes a long pull of water from a bottle before using the excess to spray over his sweat soaked hair.

“Too many late nights”

Thire is his second in command, the one he trusts at his back no matter what the situation. He was serious, pragmatic, and observant. Also, a complete shit.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Wren asks propping his knees up and laying on his back. Rule looks between his commanders and then to his batchmate. 

“Commander Fox has been missing from the  barracks more than he’s been there lately”

“Missing?” Wren is a damn good sargent but sometimes he’s as naive as a Padawan learner. Rule spells it out.

“The Commander is sleeping in someone else’s bed.”

For all the engrained training and military bearing he held, Wren can’t help the ‘O’ of surprise and the wide eyes he turns on Fox.

“Di’kut” Fox grumbles with only fondness coloring his voice. Rule smiles cheekily.

“Sir? Really” Wren seems genuinely shocked.

“Yeah, really?” Thire deadpans. Fox gives them a flat look.

Wren looks from his batchmate to Fox, “does this mean Mouse is available-“ he must notice the almost imperceptible stiffening of Fox’s spine because recognition shows. “Oh. Oh”

“Shut it, all of you” Fox grumbles. He and Mouse had discussed the need to keep things private. He wants to crow from the rooftops and he can’t. It was kriffing banthashit is what it was. 

It hadn’t been a topic he'd wanted to broach but like everything Mouse was looking out. He remembers the nervous look she’d given him, peering up from her spot, draped sleepily across his chest the night before. He remembers the soft way she’d asked what this was. 

Laughing at the question had not been the appropriate response. It has taken near pinning her to the bed after he’d barked one out to get her to listen. He’d need to be more careful in the future. 

They couldn’t put a name on what they were doing but it didn’t stop Fox from wanting to. Maker, he had wanted too. He wanted to run headlong into whatever it was they’d fallen into. He’d never known a feeling like he did when he was with her.

Just a few nights spent curled around her and all he wanted was to spend the rest of his nights the same way but he had responsibility and a duty to the Grand Army.  He didn’t have the freedom to make choices or plans. One slip and he could risk being demoted, or worse, sent back to Kamino for reconditioning. Mouse didn’t know about reconditioning and he wasn’t going to tell her. She was risking enough as it was, both her job and her career if it ever came to light what they’d begun.

As much as they’d given in to their desires there was a line they couldn’t cross. She understood that. She understood that he couldn’t give anything else. The soft kiss she’d given him had told him as much. 

But when the war was over, then- 

He was thinking too far ahead again. 

The only way for them to be safe was to keep it under wraps. He should have known though that his men were too observant for any sneaking he did to be of any good.

“Keep it under your buckets, would you?”

There’s nods of ascent and matching “yes sirs” from the two youngsters. Thire gives him a raised brow as if he’s going to argue but nods as well. “She’s a good kid. Deserves better then the likes of you.” He jokes. Fox laughs, pushing off the mat.

“You act like I don’t know it.” He reaches for Wren and helps the younger clone up, “ready for the next round?”

He manages to take Wren three in a row.

Thire catches him in the locker room as he’s attaching his kama. The two sergeants have gone their separate ways and the few stragglers milling about pay them little attention.

“You and Mouse? She worth the risk?” Thire asks quietly, his eyes searching Fox’s. 

Fox isn’t offended by the question. He’s asked himself the same one a half dozen times.

He woke early this morning, eyes open by 0445 as usual, and had to disentangle himself from the grasp of the small woman curled around him in nothing but his black undershirt. All that hair had worked itself into a convores nest of tangles. Her lips had been slightly parted as her brow knit together. She’d grumbled and reached when he’d pulled away and like that he’d learned that his cyar’ika was not a morning person. He finds he likes learning all the ins and outs of her. The fact that, given the option, she wouldn’t open her eyes before 1000 made him appreciate all the more the warm smile she had for him each morning when he’d get to the office.

“Definitely.” The single word answer seems to please Thire who nods once.

“Good, that means Hound owes me a weeks worth of traffic ops”

Because, of course, there had been a betting pool. 

——-

The offices are two levels up from the gym and training room, just seconds by turbo-lift. Thire’s office and his own secretarial droid are on the opposite end of the floor from Fox’s. It doesn’t stop him from walking side by side with Fox. He doesn’t respond to Fox’s grumblings. He’d been keen on seeing Mouse since he’d left her warm bed this morning and he didn’t feel like tempering his enthusiasm for an audience. Even if his second hadn’t given him an official blessing- because officially nothing was going on- he still wasn’t going to be anything other than professional with another set of eyes in the room. Which was a problem because when she looks up from her work when he rounds the corner he feels anything but professional.

“Good morning Commander Thire” 

Fox feels a little disgruntled that Mouse hadn’t said it to him first-

“Good morning Commander Fox” and he doesn’t miss the slight blush that creeps into her cheeks when she says his name or the way she shyly bites back a smile. She motions with her eyes to the mug of caf waiting for him. So maybe he puffs his chest out just a little bit. No one could fault him. Thire muffles a laugh behind a poor excuse for a cough.

“Mouse that’s a nice scarf you’ve got today” Thire notes. Mouse’s fingers go to her throat and the silken scarf tied in a neat knot to the side. She smiles and fiddles with it nervously.  

Fox knows he should probably feel guilty about the love bites littering her skin, instead he’s only slightly miffed no one else can see them. It was some of his finest work to date.

Her eyes dart away as she offers a quiet thank you. Thire can’t hide the chuckle that escapes his mouth as he slaps Fox on the back. “I’ll see you later and we’ll discuss the assignments for the rest of the week and through the weekend. It looks busy.”

Fox sighs, allowing work to put a damper on his good mood. Busy was an understatement. There were far too many senators needing a detail and too few men to do the job. “We’ll figure it out. We always do.” He offers as encouragement.  Thire gives Mouse a wave as he retreats back to his side. 

“Commander? I have the Senate schedule for the week. Also, the Chancellor has personally requested your presence for his detail the beginning of next week” she glances down at the datapad resting across her arm. A small frown flits across her face as he heads towards his door. She’s on her feet following him. 

Fox smirks as she continues chatting, “he has two days in Senate hearings than off world for-“ the door slides shits behind them and he turns to see a sour expression on her face. It was almost as if…

“Are you pouting?” Fox cocks his bucket as she stares back up at him. Her arms are crossed over her chest and her lower lip sticks out just so. “You’re pouting.”

“I am not-“

“Says a precious girl trying to convince me she’s not pouting.” 

Mouse's eyes narrow at him as she pushes past him. He can’t help the smile that’s taking up space under his helmet. “Aww come on now, I was just teasing. Just tell me what’s wrong.”

“The Supreme Chancellor is going to be off world for at least a week.”

And suddenly he understands why she was sulking.

Getting assigned duty to the Guard made a clone the shebs of many a vod’s joke. Being called a desk jockey was the nicest thing a new recruit was bound to hear. They weren’t in a ‘war zone’. they got zero credit for the work they did and even less recognition that it held any importance. It seemed to Fox that unless you were blocking blaster bolts from Jedi with your body you weren’t going to get a pat on the back from anyone. 

The work they performed was just as integral to the protection of the Republic, just as vital as the boys on the front lines. They didn’t see it that way. It got to the point where the Guard had to deal with resentment not only from citizens -happy to act like war was a dirty word that happened to other people- who didn’t want a military presence in their city and their own brethren, who looked down on them as less than equal. 

The old adage that the only people that liked the Coruscant Guard were members of the Coruscant Guard was true as far as Fox was concerned. One of the few things a member of the Coruscant Guard had to look forward to was a fairly routine existence, about as close as a clone was going to get to normalcy, on Coruscant. Fox hadn’t been gone from the Triple Zero for more than four, maybe five days tops since reporting.

Now, just as he’s starting to suss out what he was doing with Mouse he’d need to be gone on assignment? He was unamused but his hands were tied. This was a clones lot. You went where you were told and did what you were ordered.

“It won’t be so bad” he lies, trying to make his voice just as convincing as possible. Mouse’s jaw is set in a hard line that indicates she does not believe him as she moves past him. “You know I have no choice in the matter.”

She stops at his desk and takes a deep breath. Fox takes in the way her shoulders dip. “I know you don’t.”

He feels like a used speeder salesman, like he convinced her anything with him was a good idea and now she’s beginning to see the shabla ride she signed up for. 

“Ok then” he murmurs moving slowly behind her. Fox wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her back against his chest. 

She lets out a contented breath as she settles willingly against him. Maybe she still hadn’t figured out what a kriffing bad deal she’d signed up for just yet. He wasn’t about to point it out.

Turning in his arms she reaches up and pecks him on the helmet.

“No fair, cyar’ika. Couldn’t feel it through the bucket.” 

She laughs. He’s gotten spoiled with that laugh over the last couple days. 

“You’ve got work, Fox.” She says primly, “finish that and maybe you can get some more where you can feel them” the twinkle in her eye has him already half hard. He’s learned what that’s meant too. 

“You’re trying to bribe me.” He notes, smiling underneath the helmet.

“It’s not trying if it’s works.” She says slipping from his grasp and moving out of arms length. “Now, you sit and you do the work.”

Fox tosses her a lazy salute, “yes, ma’am”

“That’s more like it.”

“Don’t get used to it.” Fox likes the way she blushes before she turns to leave. He doesn’t miss the way her hips sway as she moves to the door or the way she peeks over her shoulder to make sure he’s watching. 

“Out.” He demands “or I’m not going to get anything done.”

He doesn’t miss her peel of  laughter as the door slips shut.

———

As with most days, timelines and schedules change on the fly. What once was a meeting with the Jedi council for tomorrow turns into one today. 

Fox and Commander Thire leave shortly after lunch and you don’t see either before it’s time to punch out. This was the way.

 You’d become accustomed to the rapid change early in your time with the Commander. Now that you and Fox were... well you didn’t know exactly what you were but now that your relationship with the clone commander had changed you’re still trying to figure out just what your expectations needed to be. 

Besides low. 

Of course, this wasn’t going to work out. You knew this. You were sure he knew it too, he just wasn’t saying it. Unfortunately you already found your head and your heart had reached a disconnect between wants and expectations. While your head told you to enjoy the physical attention of a very attractive, very competent man but keep your distance emotionally, your heart was trying it’s best to drag you all in.

His office door slides open as you punch in the code, taking a lap around to make sure everything was in place. Fox was typically fastidious in his cleanliness. Everything had a place and it was rarely ever out of sorts. The only thing you notice today is a stray datapad parked in the corner of the desk. The same one you’d put there this morning. The same one that only has signatures on half the things you need to file it all. 

Because Fox was a sly little shit.

You hadn’t planned on seeing him tonight. He’d made mention that some of the boys were onto the pair of you and he thought it was a good idea if he didn’t come to your place for a few days. You’d agreed wholeheartedly. Of course, you come to realize, he hadn’t meant he wasn’t going to see you at all. You just had to go to him. You can’t help but shake your head as you pick the pad up and leave the office. You slip it into your shoulder bag after putting your coat on and head toward the barracks. 

Located on the first two expansive subfloors, the Coruscant Guard’s barracks levels were expansive, housing the entirety of the clones who patrolled Coruscant and served the Senate. You smile nervously at faces you see, some familiar and some not so familiar. While it wasn’t uncommon to see a civilian face in the barracks apparently a female one, this late in the evening was. You try to keep your head down as you make your way to Fox’s stateroom, knocking lightly and trying to avoid the curious looks you're getting.

“Well hey, sweetheart. What are you doin’ down here?” You don’t recognize the clone and offer a nervous smile.

“She’s here to see me trooper.” Fox looms out of his door as it slides open. The trooper snaps to attention. “Is that an issue?”

“N-no Commander Fox”

You glance at the Commander in the doorway. Even dressed in just his blacks he cuts a striking figure. “Well? On your way then.” He orders, his voice offering no room for argument. The trooper snaps a quick salute and begins his journey down the hall at a quickened pace.

“You didn’t need to scare him” you fight back a smile as you enter his room and he closes the door behind you. “He was just being friendly.”

You're taken off guard as your back is pressed up against the door and Fox presses himself into you.

“Too friendly” he mutters, leaning in and slotting his mouth over yours. You lean up and wrap your arms around his neck as he licks into your mouth. He hums appreciatively as you press further into his chest, sucking gently on his tongue as it slips past your lips. You sigh as he pulls back, hands moving to cup your bottom. “Took you long enough to get here” he mumbles against the crown of your head. 

You swat uselessly at his chest as you squirm out of his arms. You roll your eyes as you fish the datapad from your bag and toss it to him. He catches it readily. “You’re rotten.” You mutter, “could have just asked me to come over.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

He doesn’t seem fazed by your skeptical look, “no fun at all because now you're going to finish your kriffing work.”

He barks out a laugh, “and what do I get if I do?”

“I don’t negotiate with terrorists.” 

A sly grin crosses his face as he stalks toward you. The room isn’t large, a bed in the corner, an armchair next to a dresser and a desk scarcely large enough for a child to work let alone a grown man. You back up, giggling, until the back your legs hit his desk.

“What about kidnappers?” He looms over you, taking your chin in hand, “I don’t plan on letting you out of here anytime soon, Little Mouse.”

Warmth spreads through your belly at the low tone of his voice. You inhale sharply through your nose and he knows he’s got you. His hand slides down your neck working loose the scarf you’d worn all day. His thumb strokes over the dark, bruised marks he’s exposed. “Stay tonight.”

“Is that a question or a command?”

The smile he gives you is absolutely wicked and full of promise, “what do you want it to be?”

It’s hard to pull yourself together, he barely had to try and you found yourself falling under his sway.

 “Work then play.” You mumble softly. You wait for him to push because that’s what he loved to do, but he doesn’t.

“Work then play” he concedes as he takes the few steps to the armchair wedged into the corner of the small room. You watch him sink into the cushion, legs spread wide and inviting. He pats his lap, “come sit with me. Keep me company while I finish.” He sounds innocent enough but you know him to be anything but. Your arms cross over your chest. 

“If I had known you were going to hold me hostage, I would have brought a change of clothes.” The scarf is removed completely and dropped unceremoniously on his desk. Your faux indignation does little to dampen his mood.

“You could just take it all off” he leans forward grinning lasciviously before setting the datapad down and pulling his shirt over his head, “or you could wear this?” You catch the black shirt he tosses at you as he picks the datapad back up.

 Two steps toward the 'fresher and Fox is clearing his throat. You stop and look over at him. You don’t miss the way his tongue wets his lips or the hungry look in his eyes. “Right there, Mouse.” 

Your tummy flips at the order- because that was what it was. You’d heard that tone before, Fox used it with his men. Your teeth press into your lower lip. You’d been sleeping with him nearly every night for the last week but something about this is different. 

The buttons of your blouse come undone slowly underneath your nervous fingers. You can feel Fox’s eyes leaving a heated trail over your skin as you let the blouse slip to a rumpled pile on the floor. 

“Skirt next” he demands. His posture appears relaxed, maybe even lazy but you can see the play of his forearms as his hand grips the chair. You turn your back to him as you unzip your skirt next. It slips to the floor and, along with your shoes, is kicked off. 

The low rumble from behind you lets you know he appreciates the view. Straightening, you glance over your shoulder, trying to offer your most innocent look. If he wanted to be the boss you’d give him every opportunity, “what next?” you ask sweetly.

“Panties. But don’t turn around. I want to stare at your ass a little bit longer.” 

The admission sends a bolt of electricity to your center. Hooking your fingers in the waistband you slide the simple black underwear down over your hips.

“Nice and slow.” He encourages. 

Bending at the hips you make a show of sliding the fabric over your thighs and down your legs. You hear him move restlessly in his seat as you stand back up. The hooks of your bra are easy to unclasp and you let the straps slip down over your shoulders before slowly turning around. 

Fox’s eyes are nearly black, pupils blown wide. “Take it off” he rasps. The garment falls to the floor. You should feel nervous, maybe embarrassed, but the look you see on Fox’s face is longing, reverent. You feel like a goddess and he’s worshipping you with his eyes. Your thighs squeeze together to relieve the tension that’s beginning to slowly sparking low in your belly. “Gorgeous girl. Now put the shirt on and come sit on my lap before I change my mind and we skip right to the fun portion of the evening.

You slowly pull the black fabric over your head. Fox is larger than you and it shows when his shirt is in place. The hem of it hangs down enough to cover all the places he’d been eyeing minutes before. Nearly all the points where the shirt fit snugly against the clone, it fits loose to you, except where it clings gently over the slope of your breasts and your taut nipples. 

Fox follows every movement you make as you walk to him. He holds a hand out for you to take as he guides you into his lap. His chest is bare and your eyes trace the light scarring you see across his left pec and the small scar - that you’d been told was a blaster burn- on his right flank. The scars stick out, pale against the deep tan of his skin. They were a roadmap across his body that you never seemed to have enough time to explore. 

Fox sits you on one thigh as your legs are draped over the opposite one. You tuck in to his bare chest as you breath the scent of him. He’s just as tense as you feel as you lay your head on his shoulder, your fingers begin a slow slide up over his skin, tracing the marks you found, like playing a game of connect-the-dots.. 

With a harsh breath of his own Fox picks up the datapad, “work first” it’s said to himself more than you. You watch as he opens up the to do list you’d made and scans it quickly before opening the first series of documents. 

“How was your day?” You ask softly. One hand smoothing flat against his chest while the other strokes over the short hairs at the base of his skull. He is nearly purring as he clicks through the work, signing his initials where needed. Work is intermittent as he pauses to let his eyes slip shut and enjoy your touch before he silently reminds himself what needs to be done and goes back to it.

“Long.” He murmurs, “the council meeting was useless. We need more boots on the ground here but we’re not going to get them. There’s a siege starting on Anaxes and they’re diverting the 501st that way in a few days.” He explains, head leaning back into your touch. You make a soft hum of understanding.

He wraps an arm around your waist to readjust you, the firm press of desire is easily felt through his blacks along your bottom. 

“I’m working Mouse. Stop wiggling” he chastises as you squirm against him. Inhaling deeply, you force your body to relax. It’s hard, knowing what Fox is capable of and being made to wait, you’ve gotten spoiled very quickly. This was a trial for the both of you.

He moves onto the next series of documents, related to the recent trafficking incident, “I just want to make sure I’m doing everything right. Not just for my men-“ 

Fox reaches up to his head, pressing the heel of his hand hard against it.

“Headache?” You frown softly. He makes a sound of confirmation.

“I finally looked at the Fives file again today.” He explains softly. You hum for him to continue, “I can’t- everytime I get into it my head starts hurting. It’s got to be stress. I think I missed something and I can’t put my finger on it.”

“Let it rest for tonight?” 

He nods slowly.

“I’ll try. Maybe you can help me forget?” You highly doubt that but willingly accept the kiss he turns to give you. Unlike the heated one when you first come over this one is soft, tender. Like the one earlier, it’s over way too soon as he returns his attention to his work, “almost done”.

He scrolls through one interrogation than the next. Finally, he pauses at the picture of the children that had been rescued. You watch as his finger traces over a tiny Twil girl, 

“Adorable.” You note softly. With her pale green skin, gap toothed smile, and sparkling eyes she was absolutely captivatingly sweet. Fox tenses under you.

“You like children?” He seems surprised when you laugh and you're not sure if you should be offended or not.

“Of course I like children. They’re darling, what’s not to like?” Fox makes a small sound and rushes to the next screen. Silence falls between you and you wonder if you’ve said something wrong. 

He retreated into himself sometimes and, when he did, you were at a loss as to what he was thinking. The best thing to do was be patient. If you’ve discovered anything it was that pushing Fox accomplished nothing, he was too stubborn for it and you’d only frustrate yourself.

Your gentle touch not only soothes Fox but it begins to lull you, lazily you nuzzle against his neck, occasionally pressing dry kisses along it. The only indication that he notices is the slight tip in his head offering more for you to kiss. 

“Do you want children, Mouse?” Even given the previous idle chat you found yourself freezing. Fox lays the datapad off to the side and his strong hands begin massaging your thighs. The full strength of his gaze is focused on you.

“I- I hadn’t put much thought into it.” A bold lie if you’ve ever spoken one. 

You did want children, had thought about it since you were one yourself. Growing up in the children’s home you’d been the one to help look after the tiny infants and small children. You were the one that always woke up with a little one in your bed after they’d had a nightmare. You were the one they ran too when they had boo boos that needed tending and comfort to be given. As you’d come of age you’d had to put the idea out of your head. Taking care of yourself in the world had to come first because there was no one else to look out for you and that was ok. You got your apartment and held down  your jobs. You threw yourself into work and helping those around you. Relationships and motherhood became an afterthought and eventually, a pipe dream. Nice to think about but out of reach. “What about you?”

Fox’s hands knead the soft flesh of your thighs, teasing your legs slowly apart and sliding higher. “Officially or unofficially?”

“Both” it comes out in a breathless way that makes him smile. His touch is featherlight as he rubs tiny circles into your skin.

“Officially, my mission is to serve the Grand Army to the best of my capabilities, laying down my life if necessary. The GAR is my purpose and I have no need to want for anything else.” He sounds like he’s repeating a slogan that has been drilled into his head. You frown. it probably had been.

“Unofficially?” A conspiratorial smile cracks his serious facade and your heart flips at the spark you see in his eyes.

“Unofficially? I want a whole pack of them.” His fingers knead slowly, opening your legs for him. 

“Yeah?” You let out a breathless giggle as he turns his head and nuzzles his stubbled cheek against the column of your neck. Goosebumps spring to life over your arms. The thought of Fox with a baby in his arms and one clinging to his armored leg flashes in your head. It’s...attractive, to say the least. “How many?”

There’s a slight hesitation when he answers but he manages the response with a question of his own. “How many would you give me?”

“Fox…” he ignores your sigh. 

He couldn’t just say things like that. You want to chastise him for even thinking such forbidden things. For getting your hopes up for a future that didn’t exist but you can’t because now that you know about this desire of his, your tummy flips excitedly when you imagine-

“Shh, precious- you can tell me later” you can feel his grin against your throat and you want to grumble at his arrogance but the hand sliding up and over your belly beneath his shirt and the other moving to cover your breast feel too nice to interrupt. Through the material he gently plucks and plays with your nipple until your back arches delicately and your hips are grinding down against the growing hardness between his legs. His teeth sink gently into the spot behind your ear as you moan softly.

Hands fall back to your hips as he lifts you. You feel him bridging his hips off the chair and pushing his blacks down over his hips just far enough to let his cock spring free as he repositions you. Your legs fall to either side of his. Straddling him, you're now able to glance down at his cock between your legs, the head deep red and leaking precum. When you look back up there’s an uncharacteristic hesitation in his eyes.

He takes himself in hand as you rise on your knees. You're already soaked as he runs the tip of his cock through your folds collecting the lubrication. 

“All for me, precious girl?” He questions, voice low and harsh, “I’m spoiled- always so wet and ready for me.”

The head of his clock presses hot and heavy at your entrance. “Take it, cyar’ika” he urges lowly. There’s no denying him, why would you ever want to?  Slowly, painfully so, you begin to sink down over his length, inhaling sharply at the fullness that comes along with him.

“That’s it- that’s perfect. So fucking perfect” Fox groans as you take him all the way until your body is tucked neatly against his. The stretch of him was still something that you needed a minute to accommodate for. Fox leans in and kisses along your shoulder, still wearing his shirt, before he’s carefully rucking it up. His mouth descends to your breasts and he lays soft kisses in the cleft between them before letting his mouth slide over the soft curve and catching a rosy-peaked nipple in his mouth. Your head falls back and again, you feel like a goddess. He laps and sucks until you’re squirming and unable to hold still, the tiny electric shocks of pleasure become an uninterrupted current flowing through you. Then he’s switching to the other side and repeating the process until you feel like you’re going to come apart from his mouth alone. 

Your cunt flutters around him and Fox bucks up once, making a strangled sound in his throat, half-way between a cry and a snarl. 

“Imagine- imagine cyar’ika,” the words spill from his lips in a mad rush “that when I finally spill inside you, it’s with purpose...” 

There’s something different about his voice, less controlled than usual. It stirs something in you. Fox was always so put together, even during lovemaking he managed to exude the air of a disciplined soldier but that’s not what you're hearing now. There’s an edge of something raw and desperate to him. You don’t know what it is that he needs but you want to give it to him. You want to give him everything.

You had the implant, you remind yourself, there was no harm in indulging a fantasy.

“Tell me” you demand breathless. Slowly, your hips begin to circle, testing the position. That electric current arc and sparking in your belly ebbs and flows. You chase the spark, rising up to your knees you mewl softly at the drag of his cock inside you before sinking back down and sheathing him fully. Fox lets out a hiss.

“You want to hear?” There’s something broken and rough in his voice. You shouldn’t encourage this line of thought because nothing could come of it but it’s too enticing not to. 

A sharp thrust has you inhaling sharply. Fingers twist in the hair at the base of your skull, firm and unyielding. “You want to hear how I want to bury myself in you. Again. And. Again?” He punctuates each word with a roll of his hips  “Coming inside you day after day until it takes and my child is growing inside you?”

You gasp out his name.

“Yes… wanna- wanna feel- wanna be a good girl for you and take it all” Fox buries his head into the crook of your neck and growls lowly. Strong arms wrap around your waist as you feel him rise from the chair. Instinctively your legs wrap around him as he takes the three short steps to his bed and presses your back into the mattress. The look on his face is wild and intense as he begins to thrust slow and deep into your willing body. It feels like heaven because it’s Fox and you-

“Always so good for me” he grits out as he sinks into you. “Can’t stop thinking about you. All day you're in my head. Want to Keep you safe. Protect you-” The words spill from Fox’s lips. “My precious girl. So good to me.”

“I need- more- harder please” you manage out, the achingly slow torture of what he was doing not enough, only making you desperate for what you knew he could give.

One hand is tangled in your hair and the other supports your lower back, angling you just the way he likes, “don’t want to hurt you.” He grits.

“You won’t-“ you feel desperate, the raw need he was radiating only managing to stoke your own.  You almost cry when he pulls from you completely, the cool air chilling your skin where his body had once warmed it. You sob uselessly. “Fox-“

“On your hands and knees, Little Mouse.”

You rush to comply. His hand smooths over your back as you get into position, fingers sliding down the base of your spine than over the round globes of your ass. He gives an affectionate squeeze. “Love your ass…” he mutters, voice thick with want. 

You wiggle your hips temptingly and Fox gives you a light slap that sends more sparks racing direct to your core. 

“Impatient.” There’s a fondness to his muttering you can’t ignore but you don’t have time to think about it because than he’s pushing into you and- oh Maker- you hadn’t tried this position with him yet and he’s going so deep, making you feel so full that you can barely breath. His hand smooths over your lower back, his thumb brushing across the pair of dimples on either side of your spine.

“Good girl-“ he grits, moving inside you. That feeling building inside you grows by the second. You focus on on the sensation, a ball of electricity crackling deep in your belly, ever expanding and engulfing as Fox continues to fuck into you. The hard snap of his hips, the rough thrust of his cock in stark contrast to the loving praise he doles out.

His name becomes a prayer on your lips, later you’ll wonder how loud you were? Could anyone hear you? In the moment, you can focus on nothing but the way your bodies connect to one another and the primal feel of him behind you.

“You're too far away, cyar’ika” Fox growls, frustration evident in his voice as he leans over you and wraps an arm around your waist. He bring you with him when he sits back up, your lower back arches obscenely so he can hold you and fuck you at the same time.

 Everything feels tight and tense. Too much and not enough. Your head falls back along his shoulder and he buries his face into your neck, growling against your ear.

“Tell me to stop. Tell me to pull out.” You would laugh if you weren’t so precariously close to the edge. 

“No” you manage to get the word out as his free hand slips between your legs and begins quick circles over your clit.

“I’m going to come inside you unless you tell me to stop.” He sounds almost desperate, afraid that he can’t control himself. Your body pushes back in time with his thrusts.

“So close- so close- Fox, do it” you plead, tears forming at the corner of your eyes. You're desperate and you need to feel him.

His strokes over your clit become erratic as words spill brokenly from his mouth. Praise and curses and feral sounds all twisting together. “Come” he demands finally, “be a- a good girl and come. I’m close- I’m-“

Fox’s hips stutter and you feel it, the way his cock jerks inside you, the warm flood of his seed filling and coating as he pulls you tight. You can feel the low rumble of his groan through your back, the way he bites down on your shoulder to hold the sound back.  The combination is enough to throw you over the edge and then you're falling apart too, keening high and long as lightning travels through your body, white-hot and fast. Your mind blanks out as you ride the sensations, feeling it more deeply, more intensely than any orgasm you’ve had before. It’s as if you’ve shattered into a million beautiful, glittering pieces and your slowly being pulled back together. A  tiny sob escapes your lips as Fox places wet open mouthed kisses across your shoulder, his cock still deep inside you twitching in time with your body. 

He strokes you softly, lovingly as his own movements inside you gentle. His voice is soft, soothing as your cunt continues to flutter around him, milking him for every last drop. A single tear rolls down your cheek. Fox wipes it away.

“Ner cyare… shhh… Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum” 

You don’t speak Mando’a but the words sound pretty, particularly coming from his mouth. 

“That sounds nice” you rasp out, your throat is dry and you swallow spit trying to correct it. Fox tenses then hums in acknowledgement as his arms surround you. He eases his spent cock from your body. You feel like a rag doll, boneless and pliable and he’s careful to move your limbs into a more comfortable position, laying you on your side and pressing in behind you in the tiny bed.

“It’s very nice” he says with a sigh.

“What does it mean?”

He inhales softly the scent of your hair and gives your hip a playful, if not exhausted squeeze. “It means nosy little mice should learn more mando’a.”

You're pretty sure that’s not the case but you're too tired to argue, safe and warm in your lovers arms, sleep takes you without a fight.

[got-to-love-a-badboy]

The Interview

Pairing - Dacre Montgomery x Reader

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You are part of the cast of stranger things season 3, your character is Anna Harrington, twin sister of Steve Harrington/Billy's love interest.

You, Joe Keery and Dacre Montgomery we're being interviewed just after season 3 aired.

The three of you were sitting on chairs in a room waiting for the interviewer to come in, you were making so much noise because you were messing around and being silly, Joe was doing impressions of Dacre.

Joe - I'm Dacre ... Montgomery I'm from Australia.

Y/N - Oh god that is so much like you.

you burst out laughing

Dacre - It sounds nothing like me!

He laughed

Dacre - I'm glad you find it funny though, ok let's do y/n, Dacre! Dacre can you grab me a Fanta, I couldn't possibly move!

He said in a high pitched voice.

Joe - You do have him running errands for you y/n, good impression man

Joe laughed as he patted Dacre on the back

The interviewer walked in as Joe and Dacre were laughing.

Interviewer - Hey guys nice to meet you, I see you are enjoying your time here.

He said motioning towards the three of you laughing

Dacre - Yeah man it's good.

Y/N - Be even better if I was alone, I'm been victimised ... again, picking on a small defenceless woman, the pair of you should be ashamed!

You covered your face and pretended to cry

Joe - God you are so dramatic!"

Joe laughed over at you, earning a middle finger from you

Dacre - Oh poor baby

Dacre pulled you over to him and placed a kiss on the top of your head as Joe and the interviewer raised their eyebrows at each other. After a moment you sat back up and smiled at Dacre, but gave Joe an evil stare.

Y/N - See, Dacre knows how to be nice! Thank you Dacre.

Dacre - Anytime

he winked at you.

Interviewer - Ok!, let's get this interview under way. I have some questions here sent it by fans, So Dacre, what can you tell me about Billy in this series I've heard he has a huge character change.

Dacre - yeah, he becomes victim to the mindflayer, it takes control of him and makes him do horrible things, he isn't the nicest person to start with so I don't feel he is much different in that sense but he is definitely not himself.

Interviewer - wow another victim in Hawkins, I bet that has a huge effect on the relationships in his life, with his father and Max and then with yourself Y/N, and your character Anna.

Dacre nodded his head towards you to take this one.

Y/N - yeah I mean Anna and Billy have an up and down relationship anyway because of how Billy is, but this will definitely be the test for them, I feel Anna is a kind and caring person, so she will naturally be there for Billy no matter what, but with his own demons and then the Mindflayer taking over him, we will have to see if he lets her in.

Dacre smiled at you, fascinated by how you answered the question.

Dacre - yeah I agree with what Y/N was saying he is a tough guy and can't deal with most things so, he probably won't let anyone in, especially his dad and Max but Anna may have more chance.

Interviewer - Joe your character, Steve, hated Billy dating his sister last season does that change this season?.

Joe - um maybe, but Steve hates Billy and Billy hates Steve, I think that is something that will never change, but how is with his sister is a different story.

Interviewer - it must be hard changing from hating someone on set to how you are now, because you guys seem so close, I mean, I heard you before I came in here, the room was filled with laughter.

Joe - we have amazing relationships with the whole cast but it's very rare you see one of us three alone.

All three of you laughed.

Y/N - yeah we are like one big family, I couldn't imagine been with out these guys, they are total nerds but they're my nerds.

Dacre - you know you love us Y/N!

Joe looks at you and raised his eyebrows, you narrowed yours at him as though to say 'do not do it!' But he did!

Joe - yeah some more than others.

You rolled your eyes at him and Dacre just looked straight forward at the interviewer.

Interviewer - what is life like off set for you guys?

Dacre - it's nice because we spend so much time at each others places, like Joe said you rarely see one of us alone, it's usually me and Y/N because everyone else has some family visiting, but with us been from Australia and the UK ours can't be here.

Y/N - yeah like lastnight Joes sister came over so you went out with her didn't you Joe.

He nodded in response

Y/N - so me and Dacre had a movie night at his place, it was nice.

Interviewer ok I'm going to ask this guys so please don't be offended, they are from fans, Dacre and Y/N, fans have seen you spending so much time together but as you say neither of you have family around often, is that the only reason?.

Neither of you answered straight away, you looked at Dacre with big eyes, he decided to speak up assuming you didn't want to.

Dacre - I mean we are like best friends would people find it weird you spending time with your best friend? I think it's because Y/N is the opposite sex, but that doesn't have to mean you are sleeping together.

He looked over at you wanting approval he said the right thing, you smiled at him and nodded.

You had always loved Dacre, the minute he walked on set you couldn't believe how handsome he was and when you got to know him and how kind he was you fell in love with him, you never told him because you didn't want to ruin the amazing friendship you two had, plus you always thought he could do better than you.

When the interviewer was about to ask another question when your assistant waved to Dacre informing him he had a call.

Dacre - sorry I have to take this

He got up from his seat touching your leg on the way past.

Joe looked at you waiting for you to speak.

Y/N - what?

Joe - lets address the elephant in the room shall we? because I'm going to explode.

Y/N - I don't know what you mean

Joe - in the words of Nancy Wheeler, thats bullshit Y/N, when are you and Dacre going to just admit your feelings?

Y/N - JOE!

Joe -oh come on Y/N, Dacre has told me how he feels about you but because you haven't said anything he doesn't want to make the move and ruin your friendship, all you need to do is say how you feel!

Y/N - damn it Joe! Yes I love him ok! But I don't know how to tell him.

Joe - just say what is in your head, don't even think about it, here practice on me, tell me what you like about Dacre.

You covered your face and laughed.

Y/N - god this is embarrassing but ok here goes.

Out of the corner of his eye Joe saw Dacre walking back into the room, luckily so did your assistant, she put her arm out stopping Dacre from entering and pointed over to the 3 of you then put her finger on her lip, telling Dacre to be quiet.

Y/N - I would love to tell Dacre that I love how caring he is, how he will do anything for me without even been asked, I love that I don't need to tell him I have had a bad day, he just knows, and then shows up at my place with my favourite snacks and a movie for us to watch.

My favourite time with him was last summer when he invited me to Australia and I spent a whole 5 weeks with him and his family, he planned everything, he took me places he though I would like, not him, he does all of this without asking for anything in return.

And then there is him as a person, god his ambition and determination is mind blowing, Dacre the most talented person I have ever met, I didn't know this until after, but last month he missed an audition because he was helping me prepare for my own!, who does that!....Joe, I'm so in love with him it scares me.

Before he could answer you Dacre walked back on set and sat right next to you, you turned to face him and he just smiled at you.

Y/N - you didn't!

Dacre - I did, Y/N you want to know why I do all that?

You simply nodded at him.

Dacre - because I'm in love with you Y/N, the minute I saw you I knew you were going to be a huge part of my life and you are. You are the first thing I think about on a morning and the last thing on a night, the amount of messages I get from my family daily asking if I have asked you on a date yet is a joke, so Y/N can I take you on a date tonight?

Y/N - 100% yes

Dacre smiled the biggest smile you have ever seen on his face, his hand found your face and he caressed your cheek, you leaned closer to him and whispered

Y/N - kiss me idiot

Dacre - yes ma'am

Before you knew it his lips were on yours, the kiss soon became much more romantic than it started.

The whole room erupted into clapping and cheering, when Dacre pulled away you stared into each others eyes before been interrupted by the interviewer.

Interviewer - possibly the best interview of all time!

Joe - oh my god I need to message Nat!

Joe pulled out his phone and you all started laughing, you smiled as Dacre grabbed your hand.

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