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heavyhitterheaux · 27 days ago

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Flip a Switch

Synopsis: When you find out information regarding your husband and his career, you confront him and demand an explanation as to why he kept it a secret from you

Pairing: Husband!Joe Burrow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: a cutie anon 💕

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You walked into the house with a smile on your face and was met with your husband coming out of the kitchen. He was originally looking down at his phone, but once he heard the front door open, he looked up to see his favorite person running full speed into him and he immediately caught you. Your arms instantly went around his neck as he buried his face in your hair.

“I missed you.” You whispered to him as you picked your head up to kiss him.

“I think I missed you more. I didn’t think you would be gone that long, but truth be told I should have known better. Any time the two of you go out together you tell me that you won’t be long and it ends up being the complete opposite.” He responded as he placed you back down on your feet, but still had a tight hold on you.

“Hmm, blame your mom. At first it was only supposed to be lunch, but then we went shopping and then I somehow ended up in the candle section of TJ Maxx and it was….”

“How much money did you spend? Because I don’t see any bags with you.” Joe asked as he looked behind you.

“Oh, they’re in the car. My original plan was to sneak them in, but I saw that you were back from practice so I decided against it knowing that you would probably see me. And I'm not telling you how much I spent.”

“Mm hmm, like those six amazon packages that were delivered last week.” Joe said as he eyed you, but all you did was smirk.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, baby.” You playfully told him as you kissed him once more.

“Yeah, I think I’ve heard that line before.”

“But, would you mind bringing the bags in for me while I go and take a shower? Then I’ll meet you back down here?” You asked as you batted your eyelashes hoping that he would say yes.

“Don’t I do anything and everything for you? You didn’t even need to do all that. All you had to do was ask.” Joe laughed as he reached down to kiss your nose.

“Yes I did! Your mom also went with me to get them done! Don’t they look good?”

“I… I need to set some boundaries when you two hang out together because every time it gets worse and worse.”

“Hey! Don’t get mad that your mom loves me more than you and wants to spend time with me! But on a real note, I’m super thankful for your family and the way that they embraced me when we first started dating. When you don’t come from that and not being told you’re important and you’re loved, it really is amazing to see.” You confided in your husband and a smile grew on his face.

“From our first date, I knew that they would love you. After we had dinner that one night when I took you to meet them, both of my parents told me that you were the one and that they could see it. Now look, married for two years.”

“Really? You never told me that. I adore both of them so much and they treat me like I’m theirs.”

Your in-laws were some of the most amazing and caring people that you had ever met and you instantly felt at ease when Joe first introduced them to you.

“Oh trust and believe that they do. Any time I call them, the first thing they ask me is ‘how’s Y/N?’ like I haven’t been their child for damn near 28 years, but I get it. I’m obsessed with you just like everyone else is. And now we’re trying to add a little one to that.” He responded as he gently placed his hand on your mid-section.

“Hopefully it’ll happen soon. We can try again later if you’re up for it.” You told him as you sent a wink his way.

“I’m definitely not going to turn that down. But for now, go upstairs and I’ll get your 100 bags out of the car.” He said as he finally released you from his embrace and you were missing his warmth already.

“It’s not that many this time, I promise!”

“Yeah, not listening to you because last time I had to make three trips.”

“I got stuff for you too!”

“Not the point!” Joe yelled back as he had opened the door and was making his way to your car.

Making your way up the steps and into your shared bedroom with Joe, you threw off your clothes and put them into the hamper as you made your way into the bathroom to warm up the water for your shower. You washed your face before checking the temperature of the water and when you were finally satisfied with it, you covered your faux locs with a shower cap and finally stepped underneath the water. You grabbed your coconut body wash and grabbed your wash cloth as you began to lather it all over your body.

You were rinsing off, when you suddenly felt a presence behind you which made you jump. Turning around you were face to face with your husband and you playfully hit him on his arm.

“You scared me! Don’t do that!”

“I’m sorry! I thought you heard me!”

“How in the world could I have heard you with the shower running, babe? Be serious!”

“You hear me any other time! I didn’t mean to scare you.” Joe told you as he leaned down to kiss you.

“I was thinking maybe we could get some practice in before later.” He whispered against your lips before kissing you once more and moving his hands down to your hips.

“But only if…” You immediately cut him off.

“Yes.”

“Then jump.”

–

As the two of you sat on the couch after your shower, Joe's arms were wrapped around you and placing soft kisses all over your face and neck as you scrolled through Instagram.

“Baby! Quit it!” You told him while laughing, but he held onto you tighter and nuzzled his face in your neck.

“Why? You smell so good, like I could eat you.”

“You did that already less than an hour ago actually. Don’t you remember?”

“Yes, and I plan on doing it again later.” He whispered and you playfully rolled your eyes.

"Joseph Lee...." You quietly said and Joe's heart rate instantly began to increase because of the tone of your voice.

"Um, yes baby? Am I in trouble? You never call me by my name unless I am." He tried to make light of it by laughing, but the last thing that you were was amused.

“I'm about to turn you every way but loose if you don't explain this." As you shoved your phone towards him, he began to read the Instagram post and his eyes began to widen as he saw what it was about.

He refused to look at you and muttered a simple ‘fuck’ under his breath as he pinched the bridge of his nose with his right hand as you moved your phone away from his face and set it to the side of you.

“So, that's all you have to say?” You asked him and it was clear to him that there was no way that he was getting out of this conversation any time soon.

“I… babe… look I've just been thinking about it. Nothing is permanent yet. I don't want you to get upset about this.”

“How can I not get upset about it?” You slightly raised your voice as you moved off of his lap to sit next to him.

“Like I said, nothing is certain yet.”

“Hmm, so you hide secrets from me now?”

“Baby, it's not a secret. I….”

“It obviously is a secret because I had to find out on instagram of all places. So when were you going to tell your wife that you want to be TRADED?”

“Soon, okay? I was going to tell you soon!”

“How soon?! Like, how can you even think about that? Especially at a time like this?”

“Babe….”

“NO! We made a five year plan and that plan included us staying here. I just got the job that I had been after for more than three years! We just bought this house! We plan on having a baby! We’re close to your parents and your family. If we leave, we won’t have ANY of that!” You explained to him and the thought of all of that happening so soon honestly terrified you.

“Okay, I get that, I really do. But I also have to think about what’s best for me and what’s best for my career. I thought that you would understand that!”

“Without consulting me?! Last time I checked I was your wife! You literally tell me EVERYTHING. Don’t you think that this is something that we should talk about?! Especially when it literally might change everything that I’ve worked for!”

“In a marriage, sacrifices and compromises need to be made.” Joe told you as he shrugged, and your anger and frustration at him had hit a new level.

“Didn’t realize that pissing me off was on your agenda for the night.”

“I’m not trying to! Like I said, I haven’t even signed anything yet so there is no reason for you to be losing your shit on me like you are right now!”

“It’s the principle of it! YOU LIED TO ME. The person that I married NEVER lies to me. That’s my issue and you are seriously up here acting like it’s no big deal!? I literally just told you earlier when I got back how important your family is to me and that I love being around them and now I find this out? This is the first time that I actually feel like I have one! And me finding this out doesn’t even come from my own husband?”

“The only thing I’m sorry for is not telling you and then you finding out on social media. That’s it.”

“Never thought that I would say this, but I don’t think I want to be around you right now.” You quietly told him as you got up from the couch with him trying to take hold of your wrist.

“Baby….”

“I’m going upstairs.”

Leaving Joe in the living room, you walked upstairs and sat on your bed as you were trying to collect your thoughts about what had just happened. Your biggest thing was that he kept this from you. You were literally the first person that he told everything to so you couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t tell you this seeing as this is a big decision being made for him and his career.

Bottom line was that you were hurt.

Just when things were starting to go your way and you had finally gotten settled and comfortable with living here, it seemed like it was being pulled right from underneath you.

Your phone that had been long forgotten after seeing the post suddenly vibrated and you looked to see that it was a text from Joe’s mom, Robin. Quickly opening it, you saw that it was a screenshot of the same instagram post that you had confronted your husband about.

Robin- Did you know about this? He hasn’t said anything to us.

You- Nope, nothing. I found out the same way you did and I let him have it.

It was now Saturday evening and you and Joe were sitting at the dining room table eating dinner in absolute silence. You had originally found out on Wednesday and had said less than ten words to him every day since then. It was awkward, and Joe knew that he had to be the one to fix it so that the two of you were both satisfied with the decision in the end. Soon after you had walked away from him that night, he had gotten a call from his parents to demand an explanation on why they found out via social media and not him.

“Baby?”

“What?”

“How long are you going to ignore me?” Joe asked and you wanted to jump in his arms right then and there, but you had to stand your ground.

“I’m not ignoring you. I’m talking to you right now.”

“You’ve barely said anything to me since Wednesday and it’s now Saturday night.”

“Hmm, playing for your new team tomorrow or are you still employed with the Bengals?” You pettily asked and Joe immediately sighed before rolling his eyes.

“Seriously?”

“I just asked a question and there’s no harm in me doing that.” You answered as you stabbed your mashed potatoes.

“Are you coming to the game tomorrow?” Joe asked with uncertainty.

“When have I missed a home game of yours?”

“Never. But you’ve never been this pissed at me before either. At least from what I remember.”

“Well you brought this on yourself, but yes I’m coming along with your parents. Now hurry up and finish eating so I can clean up.”

“I can do it, don’t even worry about it.” Joe told you as he sighed and pushed the food around on his plate.

“And are you actually going to sleep next to me tonight?”

“I’ll decide when I get upstairs, but no promises.” You answered over your shoulder as you had started to walk away.

After Joe had cleaned up the kitchen, he made his way to his office down the hall and closed the door. Once he sat down, he dialed Brian’s number who was his agent and he picked up on the second ring.

“Hey, I was just about to call you.”

“Hey, so did you read over the contract? How does it look?” Joe asked as he leaned back in his office chair.

“I did and I personally don’t think this is the best move for you. I get it that you might be frustrated with the way that things are going right now with the team, but this will probably lead you to being more unhappy.”

“How so?”

“First off, they are definitely low balling you for money and they don’t look like they’re changing their minds about that. They claim that they want you so bad, but obviously not bad enough. How did Y/N react when you told her?”

“She found out on instagram and proceeded to rip me a new one. She’s still not really talking to me since she believes that I kept this from her.”

“Well, I can see her point and you did keep it from her. I don’t know who ended up leaking it, but when it happened, I knew that it wasn’t about to go over well. My advice, stay where you are. We can get a few more good years out of them and if you’re still not satisfied, then we’ll look elsewhere.”

“If you think that’s best.”

“I do, but you need to tell your wife first when we get to that point so she isn’t blindsided like she was this time.”

“Now that I can agree with.”

After staying on the phone a little bit longer with Brian, Joe walked upstairs to the master bedroom and was surprised to see you sitting there. Once you looked up at him, you sighed and then patted the space next to you to tell him to sit down. Once he did, you took his hand in yours before saying anything.

“I thought about what I said the other day and I need to apologize to you too. I think that my reaction also made you think that I didn’t support you when that is far from the truth. I will follow you anywhere and do absolutely anything for you. I just… that blindsided me and it also made me think that you didn’t totally support me either. I can find another job, I get that but everything that I want is right in front of me.” You confessed and Joe simply nodded his head, letting you know that he understood.

“I know that you support me and that thought never crossed my mind. You were upset and for good reason. I should have told you and not gone behind your back trying to hide it from you. You deserved better than that and you were completely right when you said that I tell you absolutely everything.”

“So, therefore whatever you decide, it’s fine.”

“No.” Joe quickly answered and you were left confused.

“No?”

“Before any big decisions like that are made, we have to come to that decision together so that we don’t go through this again. I don't like it when my wife doesn't talk to me or she doesn't want to be around me.”

“Okay, agreed. And I also missed giving you kisses.” You confessed and laughed at the small smirk showing on Joe's face.

“So with that being said, we’re not going anywhere.” Joe told you and you looked at him in disbelief.

“But, I thought…”

“Brian looked over the contract and was trying to negotiate, but he told me it’s probably in my best interest to stay here so that’s what I’m going to do.”

“Now, are you absolutely sure?” You asked your husband and he simply nodded his head.

“Positive and at the end of the day, I also want to keep my wife happy since she's in it with me for the long haul.”

“Sacrifices and compromises.” You quietly said as he repeated it back to you.

“Sacrifices and compromises.”

Joe leaned over to place a kiss on your forehead and you immediately embraced him.

“So, I guess my good luck charm is actually sleeping next to me tonight?”

“I am, so you better make sure that you win.” You told him as you got comfortable on your side of the bed with him climbing in next to you and wrapping his arms around you.

It was quiet for a few minutes before you spoke.

“Baby?”

“Oh, so my name is back to being baby now?”

“Don't push it, Joseph.” You told him as he laughed.

“Hmm. Yes?”

“What team were you going to go to? I want to know. I'm curious.”

“I don't even want to tell you because you aren't going to let me hear the end of it if I do. You might even ask for a divorce.”

“You are so dramatic. Why? You're not going anymore so tell me.”

Joe mumbled something under his breath, but you turned around to face him in the hopes that you would be able to hear him better.

“What was that, babe?”

“Ravens.”

“JOSEPH LEE BURROW! WHAT!?” You yelled as you sat up and turned on the lamp that was sitting on the bedside table.

“SEE! THAT'S WHY I DIDN'T WANT TO TELL YOU! Apparently Lamar had been having some issues with his contract soooo……”

“I would have NEVER forgiven you for that one.”

“You made that pretty clear, princess and like I said you would probably ask for a divorce.”

“Not a divorce, but we would definitely have to separate for a while.”

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anon-e-miss · 4 days ago

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Broken Vows - 8

“‘M gonna go look at habs for ya when ya have a rest,” Jazz told Prowl. He avoided the glyph nap which seemed a little mocking to him. As his frame continued to integrate the delicate repairs and with a fragile self-respair systems, Prowl ran out of energy quickly and recharged off and on throughout the mega-cycle.

“Perhaps you might like to take Smokescreen with you?” Prowl offered. “He would benefit from fresh air.”

“Are ya sure?” Jazz asked.

“I trust you,” Prowl said.

“What about you and Blue?” Smokescreen asked.

“We need more rest than you, Bravespark,” Prowl told him. “I know it is not terribly fun for you when we recharge. There is a fine playground in the park your progenitor and I used to walk in.”

“I’d love to,” Jazz said. “What do ya say, Smokey?”

“Okay!”

“I’ll give ya a list o’ favourites,” Jazz offered Prowl. Prowl just shook his helm.

“I trust you and Smokescreen to select it,” he said. “You know how little I concerned myself with my habsuite.”

“A’ight,” Jazz said. “We’ll do our best.”

Smokescreen was nervous, Jazz knew. His genitor was nervous too. Jazz held Smokescreen’s servo in a firm grip as they walked down the hall and made their way to the tram that would drop them off at the metro. It was faster to drive, of course but Jazz was too nervous to drive Smokescreen and the mechling was far too young to drive on his own. Smokescreen would not have wheels of his own until he was a youngling. Sooner or later, Jazz would give him a ride somewhere but Smokescreen had already gotten lost once on his watch and he was not going to risk getting in a crash with him on their first trip off base. The media were all gone, having been chased off by the Primal Vanguard after Prime had given his speech. That did not mean there might not be opportunists who would sneak a quick shot but Jazz had a plan for that.

“I want ya to wear this,” Jazz told Smokescreen as he magnetized a small device to the collar of his armour.

“What’s it for?” Smokescreen asked.

“If anyone tries to take a picture o’ ya, this’ll scramble it,” Jazz told him. “I know yer ori don’t want yer face all o’er the news.”

“It was the same in Praxus,” Smokescreen said. “He didn’t want me in portraits. He didn’t want Blue either but he wasn’t allowed to say no.”

“‘M sorry yer Ori had to make that choice,” Jazz told him. “I’m sorry I bout’m in that spot.”

“Origin loves you,” Smokescreen said. “And it makes him sad. It always made him sad.”

“He’s got good reason, Sweetspark,” Jazz told him. “I broke his spark. I did it on purpose.”

“You were sick,” Smokescreen defended him and Jazz ruffled his helm. After everything Jazz had said and done, Prowl had excused him to their creation. It was a kindness Jazz did not think he deserved.

“Don’t make the damage any easier to live with, Bitlet,” he said.

“Hmm,” Smokescreen took a seat in the window and Jazz sat next to him. “You feel bad about it.”

“Sure do,” Jazz told him. “I didn’t know I’d kindled ya wit Prowl until I saw yer designation next to his on the casualties list. Even when I was better, I was too scared to face your Ori, even the memories o‘m so I didn’t read his letters, ‘n I lied to myself ‘bout how bad I’d behaved. I didn’t want to remember how bad I’d been. When I saw yer designation I had to face what a monster I’d been. I didn’t think I deserved to mourn ya, either o’ ya. But I needed to. I still carry the ultrasound photos he sent me.”

“Really?” Smokescreen asked. Jazz showed him the ultrasound. “I was just a blob.”

“We all start out that way.”

Jazz knew Smokescreen hoped his procreators would get back together and raise him and his brother together. It was something Jazz was a bit too scared to hope for himself. He loved Prowl dearly. With all the clarity in the world now, Jazz did not shy from this truth. The reality was, however he had hurt Prowl terribly and he had driven him away, laying the groundwork for the direction the Praxian’s life had taken. Every awful thing that had happened after could be placed at Jazz’s peds. At some point, if Prowl ever wanted to hear it, Jazz would like to apologize probably, to make sure he knew that Jazz took responsibility, that he had no excuses for everything he had said and done. He could not ask for a chance to be better for Prowl, for Smokescreen and for Bluestreak. Jazz would have to be better and to let the chips fall however they might.

“I know Origin’s originator and grandcreators were afts,” Smokescreen said. “What about yours? Origin never told me about them.”

“That’s ‘cause I never told’m,” Jazz explained. “My genitors were split-spark twins. They died in a riot in Polyhex ‘n losin’em broke my Ori ’n made ‘m go mad... sorta like I did, I guess. Me ‘n my brother, my twin split up... blamin’ different mecha for what happened. I know they’re alive but that’s all I know.”

“You got better,” Smokescreen said. “I bet he will too.”

Counterpunch had sent Jazz another of his rants that light-cycle. As always, it made no sense. There was no threat to Jazz in particular or the Autobots in general. It was just random glyphs, not even in sentences but almost just splattered across the page. Because Counterpunch did not know he had creations, because Punch had always considered his family to be his and not his alter’s, that he even had the code to the commlink Jazz had only ever shared with his family was still a bit unnerving. Talk of a mechanical spark and grinding gears, even when Jazz read it together with the other notes he had received lately, he found no meaning in it. He wondered if Ricochet got notes like these. His twin would never tell him. Ricochet had blamed Sentinel Prime for the deaths of their progenitors and the madness of their originator, in hindsight Jazz understood why. Ricochet did not forgive Jazz lending is allegiance to that prime as Jazz had blamed terrorists who had worn the Decepticon brand. Whether Ricochet called himself a Decepticon or freelanced, as had been the family business, Jazz did not know. He had not spoken to his twin in millenia and had not laid optics on him for even longer.

“This is our stop,” Jazz took Smokescreen servo and led him down the escalator and out onto the street.

It was just around the corner from Mirror’s, nearer than even Prowl’s old hab and been and a short walk to the park. There were other habsuite on his list to look at but if this one was even close to as good as the ad had suggested, he thought it would be perfect. Smokescreen, of course, would be the one to cast the deciding vote. The property manager shook Smokescreen’s servo after he shook Jazz’s and that was a point in his favour. There were lots of families in the building, or so said the manager and that was a point for the building. No one had lived in the habsuite for a while so it was a completely blank slate. Imagining how it might be set up was not a problem to Jazz. He laughed as Smokescreen ran about, checking every room. The mechling definitely needed sometime in the park to release some energy.

“This room for Origin, because it has a pretty view,” Smokescreen pulled Jazz along for a tour. “This room’s for Blue because its right next door. This rooms for me and this rooms for my grandori and uncle when they come to visit.”

“He’s so sweet,” the property manager said. “And so well behaved.”

“His Ori gets all the credit,” Jazz replied.

“Origin’s going to love it,” Smokescreen declared as they left, key card stored in Jazz’s subspace. As Jazz was an officer in the Autobot Corp, the property manager was quick to sign the habsuite over to Jazz, even having never met the principle tenant. Security was good, it would be better when Jazz added encryptions to the lock. Smokescreen had picked a good room for Prowl, it had a few of the park. He would love it.

“He’ll love that ya picked it for’m,” Jazz said. “How ‘bout we go to the park now ‘n ya can run ‘round like a wild mechanimal?”

“Okay!”

“And who is this?” Jazz jumped. The voice was husky. He knew without looking that it belonged to a wispy femme about his originator’s age.

“Dipole!” Jazz exclaimed. He had met her when she had returned from burying her progenitor. The funds that had seen her get there had been stolen and Prowl had hunted the thief down and returned them too her.

“I’m Smokescreen, Ms Dipole!”

“You look just like your Origin, doin’t you?” Dipole said. “Mirror mentioned you stopped by, to pick up a peace offering. Than she saw the news and she’s been as close to a wreck as I’ve ever seen her.”

“Mirror makes the yummy rust sticks, right?” Smokescreen asked.

“That’s right,” the femme replied.

“Prowl’s got some more healin’ to do but he’ll visit soon,” Jazz promised.

“Mirror always thought of Prowl as something of an adoptive grandcreation,” Dipole said. “What with him being all but orphaned.”

“Can we say hi?” Smokescreen asked.

“Uh...” Jazz thought on it. “I don’t want to take the wind outta yer Ori’s sails, Bravespark.”

“Eh?”

“I thought yer Ori outta be the one to introduce ya to Mirror,” Jazz said.

“He won’t mind,” Smokescreen said. “Especially if we bring more rust sticks. And... if Ms Mirror is worried about Origin, she’ll feel better and Origin’ll feel better knowing she’s not worrying anymore.”

“He is very clever,” Dipole said.

“All credit goes to his Ori,” Jazz replied. “Okay, we’ll say hi to Mirror.”

“They were really buried for vorns?” Dipole asked, softly as they headed to the bakery.

“Yeah,” Jazz replied.

“Mirror wouldn’t look at the casualty list,” Dipole explained. “After he said goodbye, she always figured he’d come back. She said he belonged here and not in Praxus but... well he never came back and then Praxus was gone. She didn’t want to know because if she didn’t know than she could imagine he was well, wherever he was.”

“I promise he’s okay now,” Jazz said. “He thought Smokey outta get out ‘n get some exercise while ‘m ‘n the bitty rest more.”

“It’ll be good to see him,” Dipole said. “He was always one of Mirror’s favourites.”

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harley-sunday · 2 years ago

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August Rush [09]

Summary: You’ve known Carlos for almost as long as you have been working in Formula One but you never expected it would take you seven years and a concussion to realise that maybe you like him as more than just a friend.

Pairing: Carlos Sainz jr x reader (OFC nicknamed Pip) | Max Verstappen x reader (best friends)

Warnings: Language. NSFW. 18+. It gets a little- Intense, ok? Ok.

Word count: 5.8k

AN: I guess four months between updates is how I roll now… But no, seriously, it’s been a long four months, believe me, I know. I have been (very publicly) struggling with getting this next part written but it finally happened. Today. Weird. Anyway. More good news - the next part is almost done as well. I don’t know how that happened either. So yeah, what was originally going to be a four-part story has now turned into a ten-parter that I love with all my heart. I hope you do too. Please feel free to come yell at me in the comments :) ♥

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The sound of your alarm pulls you out of a deep sleep but before you have the chance to reach over Carlos to grab your phone from the night stand he’s already turned it off and mutters something that sounds like, “Too early.”

“I know,” you whisper as you slide one of your legs in between his and snuggle into him, “but I have that press release to put out, remember?”

“Hmm,” he agrees half-heartedly and presses a kiss to the top of your head, wrapping his arms around you. “Isn’t that at ten?”

“It’s getting sent out at ten,” you reply in a whisper, feeling your eyes getting heavy again, “but I have to brief Graham and Franz before that. We have a call at-” you let out a yawn and feel Carlos tighten his arms around you, “-at nine.”

“It’s only seven-”

“I wanted to be prepared,” you try to counter, but you know it’s a losing battle. Dinner with Carlos’ parents was always going to be a long affair but after Carlos told them you were dating, the champagne came out and you didn’t make it back home until at least two in the morning.

Carlos reaches behind him and unlocks his phone, “I’m setting my alarm for eight-fifteen, ok?”

“Hmm-”

“Hmm,” he echoes, pressing another kiss to your hair. “I just want to have my girlfriend to myself a little longer, cariño. Is that so bad?”

“Must be nice, “ you mutter against his chest.

Carlos lets out a quiet laugh, “What?”

“Must be nice to be your girlfriend,” you whisper as you put your hand up to his face and let your fingers dance over his temple and into his hair.

He chuckles and turns his face towards your hand, kissing the inside of your palm, “I sure hope it is.”

***

“That’s everything,” you tell Graham and Franz, the team manager and team principal of Alpha Tauri, after about fifteen minutes or so of briefing them. “We will send out the press release, add your statement to it, Graham, and if they have any further questions we will redirect them to the press conference on Thursday.”

“Sounds good,” Graham says with a nod. “See you on Tuesday then.”

“Yep,” you give him a quick wave and watch as he ends the video call, not surprised he doesn’t stick around for some chitchat. Graham is a busy man and in the almost seven years you’ve worked together he’s always been like this, always very much straight to the point.

It’s just you and Franz then, the older man leaning back in his chair and scrutinising you from his home office in Trins. He looks at you with a mischievous smile when he asks, “So-'' he draws out the word, “-how was your summer?”

“Good,” you admit easily enough, but also hoping it will deflect any further questions he might have. Unlike Graham, who is much more guarded, Franz is an open book and expects the same from everyone in the garage, whether it be his drivers or any supporting staff, and so you offer, “Except for the concussion, of course, but I got cleared by the doctor this week so-”

“Back to normal,” Franz offers.

“Back to normal,” you agree with a smile.

Franz nods, “Good. I’ll see you on Tuesday, yeah?”

‘Yes sir,” you confirm with a nod, knowing this is his way to politely let you know the call is over. It’s ok, you still have to call Pierre and Yuki anyway, so you can remind them of what to say should the press contact them. They’ve already received all the information from you in an email last Thursday but there’s a fifty percent chance they’ve actually read it, so you like to make sure they know what you expect of them.

When Franz says his goodbyes and ends the call, you lean back in your chair, mentally preparing yourself for the ball of raging energy that is Yuki Tsunoda.

***

Once you’ve logged off you make your way to the kitchen where you find Reyes at the breakfast bar, enjoying a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper. She looks up at you with a smile, “Good morning, mija.”

“Morning,” you reply, mirroring her smile. After you help yourself to coffee and some breakfast you sit down across from her, not surprised when Piñon sits down next to you, hoping for some treats no doubt. You give him a quick scratch, “Hi buddy.”

“He likes you,” Reyes says as she watches you from across the table. “He doesn’t always, you know?” You must look a little confused because she quickly explains, “With Carlos’ last girlfriend, he didn’t really care, never really went to her for attention but with you it’s different. He seems very-” she searches for the right word, “- attuned to you.”

You can’t help but smile, taking the paw Piñon offers you in your hand, “Good thing I like him too then.” When you let go you look at Reyes, “Maybe it’s because I’ve first met him when he was just a puppy-”

“No,” Reyes quickly interrupts, shaking her head. “It’s not that, I think. He sees you as part of his pack. Like he knows you belong with Carlos.”

Your heart melts when Piñon lets out a quiet whine, as if he wants you to know he agrees with Reyes, and so you pat your lap and wait until he puts his front paws on your legs before you press a kiss to the side of his head, “Aw, I love you too, buddy.”

Reyes smiles as she takes a sip of her coffee. She leans back in her chair then, “So, I think the boys will be out for most of the day-” She lets out a sigh, “I don’t understand what it is about golf they like so much but at least it gives us a chance to do something fun with just us two, right?” She waits until you nod before she continues, “I have a friend who has a beauty salon in Canyamel, I could call and see if she can squeeze us in for a massage and facial today?”

“Sounds perfect,” you agree easily enough.

***

It’s almost five when you finally drive back from Canyamel, feeling more relaxed than you have in a while. Next to you Reyes is quietly singing along to some Spanish song on the radio and not for the first time you wish summer break could have lasted just a little longer. You like being here, not just with Carlos but with his parents as well. It’s so- It’s so easy somehow, like you’ve been a part of their family for years already. Technically you guess you have, after all you first met Carlos and his parents in December of 2014, when they came to Faenza for a factory tour at Toro Rosso.

Max was there for the tour as well but he only brought his father and it wasn’t until the Spa Grand Prix the following season that you first met Sophie and his sister Victoria, taking an immediate liking to the two women in Max’s life. His father was a different story and it took you a while to realise he was all bark and no bite.

From the moment Carlos Sr. and Jos met each other however there was some serious tension between them, Carlos Sr. being the more calculated of the two while Jos was always much more emotional. Sometimes you’re still surprised Max and Carlos even became friends with their fathers looming over them so much those first few years.

“Where’s your head at?”

You look at Reyes and smile, “Just thinking back to when I first met Carlos, back in Faenza. God, we were so young back then-”

Reyes lets out a laugh, “You still are.” She puts her hand on your arm then and gives it a gentle squeeze, “This is only the start, mija. Just wait and see.”

***

By the time you make it back to the house Carlos and his dad have returned from the golf course and are enjoying a cold beer on one of the lounge sets on the side of the house. When Carlos sees you his eyes light up and he holds out his free hand to you, “You look amazing, cariño.”

You give Carlos a kiss before you sit down on his lap, leaning into him when he wraps his arm around your waist, “Thank you. I feel very relaxed."

“How was golf?” Reyes sits down next to Carlos Sr. and pats his knee, “You boys play nice?”

“Always,” Carlos Sr. shoots back with a grin that suggests he’s not telling the whole truth. “Right, Carlito?”

“Hmm,” Carlos agrees before taking a sip of his beer. He lets out a heavy sigh then, “Papà won. Twice.”

“Ai,” you say as you press a kiss to his temple, pouting a little then for some added drama. “You ok, babe?”

“I’ve been better,” Carlos deadpans, throwing his father a look that you know means he wants a rematch soon.

Both you and Reyes laugh, Reyes flicking her husband’s arm with her thumb and middle finger, “You need to let him win every now and then, mi amor.” She winks at Carlos then, “Just like he does with chess.”

Carlos lets out a laugh when he sees his father’s shocked expression but doesn’t say anything, simply raises his beer before he takes another sip, “Cheers, papà.”

Carlos Sr. says something in Spanish that you don’t quite catch but that makes Carlos laugh even harder while Reyes tuts and shakes her head. She turns to her husband then, “Did you guys at least get everything for dinner like I asked you to?”

“Sì, mi vida,” Carlos Sr. answers as he takes Reyes’ hand and brings it to his lips. “Like you asked.”

“Good.” Reyes gets up then and pulls Carlos Sr. with her, “Help me get dinner started?”

“Of course.” Carlos Sr. puts his beer down and follows his wife to the kitchen.

“Dinner at eight?” Reyes suggests from over her shoulder. “The meat needs at least two hours to cook, so-”

“Eight is fine,” Carlos says with a kind smile before he looks at you, “We can take Piñon for a walk in the meantime.”

***

“Come on,” Carlos holds out his hand to you and helps you down a particularly large rock and onto the sand. He’s taken you to Cala Rotja, one of the few sandy beaches around Cap d’es Pinar and about a thirty-minute walk from the house. Piñon’s already running towards the water, barking excitedly at the waves whenever they roll up on the beach.

“This is beautiful,” you say to no one in particular as you take your shoes off and enjoy the sand between your toes, the beach empty except for an older man fishing on the rocks further down. The bay is surrounded by large rocks and pine trees and the water is an incredible blue colour that you wish you could capture in a photo.

“It doesn’t compare to you,” Carlos says from behind you as he wraps his arms around your waist and lets his chin rest on your shoulder.

“Oh, nice one, Sainz,” you tease. “I see why they call you the Smooth Operator.”

He chuckles and squeezes you closer, foregoing his usual witty comeback for a much sweeter, “I mean it though.” Before you have a chance to say anything he continues, “So I was thinking-”

“Hmm,” you hum, taking his hands so you can turn around and face him. “What were you thinking about?”

“Tomorrow is our last day together, right?” He waits until you nod before he continues, “I want it to be special, just you and me-”

“But you’re parents are here-”

“Ssh,” he puts a finger to your lips and laughs when you pretend to bite it. “I already talked to them, they are fine with it.”

“With what?”

He tuts, “So impatient-” When you raise an eyebrow at him he quickly continues, “I’m not going to tell you everything because it is a surprise. But I need you to pack your things already today so we can leave after breakfast tomorrow and I can drop you off at the airport on Monday.”

“So,” you draw out, “we’re not coming back here?”

“Nope,” he says and kisses your nose. “We’ll have breakfast with mamà and papà tomorrow morning and then we leave. Piñon stays with them, so it’s only you and me, cariño.”

“Hmm, you hum again. “I’d like that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you agree easily enough as you let your lips ghost over his. “I’d like that very much.”

***

Dinner is another drawn-out affair but still time flies by and before you know it it’s after midnight and Reyes and Carlos Sr. get up to go to bed. You offer to clear the rest of the table together with Carlos and so you find yourself loading the dishwasher not much later.

“That’s everything,” Carlos says as he hands you the salad bowl and two more wine glasses. He waits until you’ve selected the program, put the tablet in and close the door before he takes your hand and leads you to your bedroom, shutting off the lights in the house as you go along.

You can’t help but yawn when you step into the bedroom and laugh when Carlos throws you a look, “Sorry, I’m just-” another yawn, “-I’m just tired, I guess.”

“That’s ok,” he says with a mischievous grin and puts his hands on your hips, “we can make up for that tomorrow.” He leans in then, pressing butterfly kisses all over your face and you feel him smile against your skin.

“Hmm,” you sigh contently, tilting your head back when he moves down from your jaw to your neck. You run your hands through his hair and push yourself against him, “I could probably stay awake a little longer.”

He chuckles at your suggestion, his warm breath hitting the skin just above your collarbone, and moves his hands to your face and cups your cheeks, making you look at him. Even in the dim light you can see his pupils are blown and so for a moment you think you may have won him over but then he presses a chaste kiss to your lips and shakes his head, “Tomorrow, mi amor.”

***

“It was really good to see you again, mija,” Reyes says as she smooths down your hair before she lets her hands rest on your shoulders. “We will see you in Monza, ok?”

You nod and pull her in for a hug, “Can’t wait. Thank you, Reyes. For everything.”

“Ah, nonsense,” she replies and shakes her head. She pulls you even closer then and whispers, “No se lo digas a nadie, tú siempre has sido mi favorita.”

You know enough Spanish to understand what she says and so you can’t help but smile, “Gracias.”

She lets go of you and takes a step aside, Carlos Sr. stepping forward then. He kisses your cheek before he gives you a hug, “See you soon, sweetheart.”

"See you soon," you reply as you let go of him.

Carlos is already waiting by the car and so you join him, smiling at him as he holds the door open for you. You hear him tell his parents he'll see them tomorrow before he sits down and looks at you, "Ready?"

You smile and nod, "Ready."

***

He still doesn't want to say where he's taking you, keeps saying you'll find out soon enough and so you sit back and enjoy the drive that takes you from Son Servera to Manacor to Algaida to- "We're going to Palma?"

Next to you Carlos nods, "Yes. I couldn't let you leave without visiting here first."

You sit up in your seat and lean forward a little, taking in the city appearing in front of you as Carlos navigates through the narrow streets with ease before he pulls up to a beautiful building marked 'Es Princep' which turns out to be your hotel for the night.

The room they've assigned you is a suite on the top floor with an amazing sea view and entirely too much space for just the two of you. There's an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne waiting for you on the balcony and even though it's only just after twelve you let Carlos pour you a glass, whispering a quiet, "Thank you," when he hands it to you.

He puts his arm around your waist and presses a kiss to your temple before he touches his glass against yours, "Cheers, cariño. To us."

"To us," you echo with a smile.

Carlos lets go of you then and sits down on one of the chairs, patting his lap. Once you've sat down he tells you, "I have made dinner reservations for eight tonight but that's the only thing we've got planned today. We can do whatever you like."

You look at him with one eyebrow raised and can't help but laugh when his eyes darken as you say, "Whatever I like, huh?" You take another sip of your champagne, letting the glass dangle between your fingers then as you lean against him, "I would feel really bad if we came all this way and all I would see was the inside of our hotel room-"

Carlos swallows hard, "Don't forget the restaurant."

"-and the restaurant," you continue with a sigh for some added drama. Reaching out you take his wrist in your hand and look at his watch, "Then again, it is still early-"

You don't even get to finish your sentence because by then Carlos has already taken both your glasses and put them on the table before he picks you up and carries you back inside bridal style.

"Carlos!" You playfully slap his chest, "What are you doing?"

"Making sure we don't lose any more time," he replies, growling almost.

***

"Oh, fuck, right there, baby," you pant as Carlos latches on to your clit with his mouth, his tongue circling around your sensitive bud as he scissors you open with two fingers. Your hands are in his hair, holding him there where you need him most, with your knees pulled up to give him better access.

He groans against your skin, looking up at you with hooded eyes, and you can just tell from the way his eyes crinkle that he's smiling. He pumps a little faster and watches as you start to come undone, biting down ever so slightly as you hook your feet over his shoulders to pull him even closer.

"Carlos, I'm gonna-" You try to warn him but it's no use, the orgasm that has been building ever since he put his fingers inside of you now washing over you, wave after wave of pure pleasure making you tremble, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you let yourself go slack.

His fingers still inside of you but his mouth is still going, helping you get down from your high with the utmost care. Once he's satisfied you're back on earth he kisses the inside of your thigh before he pushes himself up so he can capture your mouth in a kiss.

You're still trying to catch your breath and so your lips are parted and when he slips his tongue inside and licks the inside of your cheek you get to taste yourself and it's filthy and hot and maybe you won't make it out of this hotel room after all because you need him inside of you. Now. You pull back a little, your lips barely touching his when you tell him, "I need you."

He grins against your mouth, his fingers now circling one of your nipples, "Patience, mami."

"Carlos-" you warn him, taking his lower lip between your teeth and pulling on it slightly. You gently bit down to make your point, "Now."

He seems to get the urgency and starts to push himself off, but you stop him with another kiss.

"I'm on the pill," you try, not sure if he'll agree with what you're suggesting, "and tested. I'm good if you're-"

He curses in Spanish before he pulls back and looks at you, pupils blown wider than you've ever seen, "I'm tested and clean too." He kisses you with a renewed hunger, "You sure?"

"Very," you whisper and let your nails rake over his back as he positions himself. When he looks at you then you nod, "Make me yours."

He does.

It's fast, a need behind his thrusts that leaves you breathless in a matter of seconds. He buries himself deeper and deeper inside of you every single time and it isn't long before you feel your second orgasm coming and you can tell from the way Carlos' moves become more and more deliberate that he isn't far behind.

"Keep going," you breathe, letting out a loud moan then when he suddenly hits the right spot. "Right there, don't stop, don't-"

"Oh fuck." Carlos is panting now and slows down just enough so he can pull out all the way before he slams back into you again.

"Almost there, baby," you tell him, sneaking your hand in between your bodies so you can rub your clit. It's then your orgasm hits and you can feel your walls clench around him and fuck, it feel so good. You watch Carlos, know he's right on the edge, and so you put your free hand on his cheek, "Come for me, papi."

***

You make it out of the hotel room eventually, a little self conscious because you're still a bit sore and you feel like everyone can tell what you and Carlos were doing earlier and so you hide behind your sunglasses as you stroll towards the cathedral. It feels almost sinful going in there- After.

Carlos must feel the same way because when you reach the entrance he hesitates for just a second before he makes the sign of a cross and then steps inside anyway, pulling you along with him.

"Oh, wow." You look up in awe, admiring the way the sun hits the stained glass windows and casts a colourful glow throughout the open space surrounding you. "It's beautiful."

You take your time walking around the church before you stop at a small altar where you light a candle for the people you hold close to your heart. Next to you Carlos does the same and you stand together in silence for a bit, both of you a little lost in thoughts. When he takes your hand in his again not much later you're surprised to find him looking at you with his eyes glossed over and so you lean into him and give his hand a squeeze, "I love you."

He swallows hard and nods but doesn't say it back and for a moment there's this evil little voice inside your head that tells you it's because he doesn't feel the same way, but he presses a kiss to your temple then that makes you believe he does.

Once you're outside again he guides you through the small streets to the town square where you stop for a coffee for him and an ice cream for you. There's an endless stream of people walking by, mostly tourists, and you enjoy watching everyone go about their day, sometimes commenting on something that catches your eye.

From the town square you slowly loop back towards the sea, stopping at a few cute shops you pass along the way, before you walk back to your hotel over the boardwalk and through a small park.

It's almost seven when you make it back to your room and so you take a quick shower and get changed into one of the dresses you bought, a colourful maxi dress that you know goes well with the pale blue button down shirt Carlos is wearing, and pairing it with your trusted sandals. You opt for some light makeup and a simple hairstyle, yet Carlos still lets out a low whistle when you step out of the bathroom.

"You look gorgeous," he says with a proud smile and holds out his hand. "Ready to go?"

***

The restaurant he takes you to is only a short walk from the hotel and when you get there you're somehow not surprised to have the chef greet you personally after Carlos has let you know he's a good friend of his father.

There are only a handful of tables scattered throughout the restaurant, each far enough apart from the other to offer some privacy, but still you're glad to get a table that's almost hidden away in an alcove. The chef introduces himself as Santi and tells you he's prepared a seven course menu just for you and Carlos as he pours you each a glass of champagne and tells you to enjoy your evening.

As always, the conversation between you and Carlos flows effortlessly and at times it feels as though you're the only ones here. He seems a little on edge at times though, but it's probably because the second half of the season is about to start, you decide after Carlos declines a second glass of wine and orders a water instead.

The food is amazing, each course better than the one before and yet the portions are small enough to let you keep your appetite. By the time you've finished the last course it's close to midnight and despite enjoying yourself immensely you can feel your eyes starting to grow tired.

Carlos seems to pick up on it and reaches over the table for your hand, "We can go back if you like?"

"Hmm," you agree quietly. "I think we should."

"Before we go though," Carlos says and pulls back his hand, reaching for something in the pocket of his jacket that's draped over the back of his chair. He takes out a small, rectangular box and hands it to you, "I have something for you." He looks up at you, "I know you want to wait to tell anyone in the paddock about us but-" he smiles a shy smile, "I just want you to know that you're mine."

You carefully open the box and gasp when you see what's inside, whispering a quiet, "Carlos-"

His smile grows wider and he nods, encouraging you to take it out.

"I love it," you tell him as you take the bracelet he's gotten you out of the box, admiring the charm that's attached to it. It's a chess piece but it isn't until you hold it closer that you see what it is- The King.

"I have this," Carlos says as he opens up two buttons of his shirt and pulls up a necklace you had no idea he was wearing, showing you the small charm that's hanging from the chain. "So you’re always close to me. My queen.”

You hold out your hand to him and watch as he puts the bracelet on, the charm unsuspicious enough to not be able to link it to Carlos right away yet holding such a special meaning for you. You watch as it sparkles in the light and smile at Carlos, “Thank you.”

***

The streets are much quieter on your walk back to the hotel and you enjoy the comfortable silence between you and Carlos, your hand in his as you walk side by side. It’s still warm outside and so once you make it back to your room you step onto the balcony and admire the view of the bay at night.

Carlos comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into him. His mouth is close to your ear when he whispers, “I love you.”

“Carlos-” you start, but he squeezes you closer to let you know he’s not done yet.

“I felt so bad for not saying it back to you, earlier but-” he lets his lips ghost over the skin just below your ear, drawing goosebumps, “I do. I think I always have.”

You turn around in his arms and look up at him, “I love you.” You stand up on your toes then and kiss him, gently at first but it quickly turns into something more heated, a need behind it that you know he understands when he starts walking you back inside the room.

He keeps kissing you, his tongue finding its way inside your mouth, the taste of the chocolate dessert still lingering. Your hands find their way to his shirt and you slowly start to undo the buttons before you push it off and let your fingers dance over his skin. You find the necklace then and pull away so you can press a kiss to where it’s hanging on his chest, muttering a quiet, “My king,” that makes him groan.

Carlos cups your face and brings you back up to meet him and there’s a hunger in his eyes that you’ve seen before and can’t wait to satisfy. He places small open-mouthed kisses from the corner of your mouth to your jaw and further down to your throat and collarbone, sometimes sucking and biting on your skin before running his tongue over it to stop it from hurting.

You throw your head back to give him better access and moan when he cups one of your breasts over your dress, his thumb rubbing over the fabric creating a wonderful sensation. “Carlos,” you breathe, not sure what you’re trying to tell him because you don’t want him to stop but you know you don’t want him to linger either.

“I want to try something,” he says against your skin. “Do you trust me?”

You nod, words momentarily evading you at the promise of- Something.

He pulls back then and takes your hand, pulling you along with him to the ensuite bathroom. He stops in front of the double sink and stands behind you, catching your eye in the large mirror that covers the entire wall. Hooking his fingers under the straps of your dress he slowly slides them down and starts kissing your shoulder, still looking at you.

When the fabric falls to the floor, leaving you in nothing but your panties, it sends a shiver down your spine and you lean back against Carlos with a heavy sigh.

“I want to watch you watch yourself come undone,” Carlos says, his voice low and a little dangerous. “Want you to see what I can do to you.”

Your throat goes dry but you can feel yourself grow even wetter at his words and so you nod in response.

“I need to hear you say it,” he whispers, both hands now cupping your breasts. “Do you want to come undone? Do you want to watch yourself as I make you mine?”

“Yes,” you breathe. Then, because you know what he wants to hear, “Yes, papi.”

***

He’s got you bend over the sink, the porcelain cold against your hot skin, and you watch him in the mirror as he drives himself into you. He’s taking his time, going much slower than earlier today, but he hits your sweet spot on every single thrust and you can feel your orgasm rapidly approaching.

“Don’t stop,” you plead, locking eyes with him. “I’m almost-” A moan then when he bottoms out again, “Fuck.”

Carlos bends over and places a kiss between your shoulder blades, “I’m right there with you.” He picks up the pace ever so slightly, his breathing becoming a little more laboured as he holds onto your hips for leverage.

“Yes! God yes,” you scream, feeling the pressure build inside of you, your orgasm ready to explode and fully engulf you. Without thinking you close your eyes and immediately Carlos reacts, one hand under your chin to make you look up.

“Open your eyes,” he says, the tone of his voice letting you know it’s not a question and so you comply immediately. “Good girl,” he praises and as a reward he sneaks one hand down to your clit, where he presses down his thumb.

You let out a whimper, “Please.”

His thrusts become more irregular and you know it’s because he’s chasing his own orgasm as much as you're chasing yours. His pupils are fully blown now and there’s a sheen of sweat on his face, his hair no longer as carefully coiffed as it was ten minutes ago and God, he looks absolutely spent and more beautiful than ever. He grins at you through the mirror, that wicked smile that you love so much, “Come for me, mami.”

You do.

He groans on the final few thrusts but then he stills inside of you and you can feel him coating your walls with his release. He’s muttering something in Spanish that you don’t quite catch but seem to understand all the same as he puts one arm around your stomach and pulls you up and against him. His other hand moves to your throat where he curls his fingers around it gently, his thumb tilting your chin up. He puts his mouth to your ear, “You see that?”

You lock eyes with him in the mirror, see how he’s panting, how completely blissed out both of you look, and so you nod, a satisfied smile tugging on the corners of your mouth.

“We did that, my love.” Something changes then in the way he looks at you, a softness falling over him as he turns your head towards him and kisses you, “My queen.”

***

All too soon it’s Monday morning and Carlos is driving you to the airport for your flight to Bologna, the silence filling the car a little more charged this time. When he pulls up at the departure terminal he looks at you and shrugs apologetically, “It’s only for a few days, cariño. I’ll see you again on Wednesday, no?”

“I know,” you agree easily enough. “I just wish we could stay here for a little longer.”

Carlos chuckles, “That would only make it harder to get back into the real world, I think.” He reaches for your hand then and presses a kiss to the back of your hand, “We’ll be fine.”

“Yeah,” you say as you turn towards him and cup his face. “We will be.” You lean in then and give him a kiss before you tell him, “I was thinking about telling Max about us this weekend. And once Max knows-”

“I can tell the world that you’re mine,” he finishes with a grin. Another kiss then, deeper and more intense, like he wants you to remember him, like he’s worried you’ll forget what it feels like.

When you pull back you smile at him, “Can’t wait.”

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Notes No se lo digas a nadie, tú siempre has sido mi favorita. = Don’t tell anyone but you’re my favourite (at least, that’s what I hope it translates to...)

#Carlos Sainz fanfic #F1 #Carlos Sainz jr #CS55 #Carlos Sainz x reader #Harley Sunday x Carlos Sainz jr

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WIP Wednesday #2: DW Crossover

It had been some time since he had jumped into another’s body and Klaus was still acclimating. He walked up the driveway of the Salvatore Boarding House, reflecting on the truly atrocious Decade Dance that “Alaric” was set to chaperone that evening.

Klaus looked over the assembled group of people in the foyer as the elder Salvatore addressed him. Klaus got into his role of the history teacher, trying to guess how Alaric would act; he settled on apologizing for arriving late, as he shut the door.

“Hey, I need you to put me down as a chaperone at the dance tonight. Klaus made his first move.”

Klaus tried to school, pun intended, his face into one of concern.

The doppelganger tried to get the meeting back on track, her hand on her face, “Okay, so we find him and then what, hmm? What's our plan of attack?”

“Me. I'm the plan.” The witch’s answered, implying that this was obvious. “He has no idea how much power I can channel. If you can find him, I can kill him.”

He was amused at how easy the Bennett witch thought it would be to take him out, and couldn’t help himself on commenting, “That's not going to be that easy. I mean, he is the biggest, baddest vampire around.”

The elder Salvatore agreed with him and then, idiotically, tried to rush the witchling, who sent Damon to the other side of the room. The doppelganger and his favourite Salvatore were struck at the Bennett girl’s power.

“Well, I was impressed,” the Ripper quipped.

“It doesn't matter if he's an Original. I can take down anyone who comes at me. I can kill him, Elena. I know I can.” The girls shared a smile, and the doppelganger’s eyes shined with naïve, mistaken hope.

Just then, the door opened and the blonde girl that had caught his eye earlier entered the Boarding House. The four people around Klaus seemed like they were annoyed at the intrusion.

“I’m just passing through, Stef, can I borrow that book we were talking about the other day?”

“Caroline, we are in the middle of something, so just” the girl pouted at the Ripper, he sighed. “Just make it quick. Besides, don’t you have a dance to be obsessing over?”

“You’re right, I do but now I’m wondering, what are you guys plotting about, now?”

“Klaus has made contact, he sent me a message through Dana, she was compelled.”

Klaus noticed that the girl froze, then resumed looking for the book.

“My advice, you should find a way to get in touch with him and try to make a deal. Klaus is way too powerful for you to defeat on your own Bon, he has backup plans to his backup plans.”

“Thankfully we didn’t ask you for advice Blondie, so you can run along,” the elder Salvatore sneered.

“I didn’t offer it to you, Satan, I was talking to Bonnie.”

“I still think that we should wake Elijah up, he would be able to help us now that Katherine is MIA,” the doppelganger interjected.

“Yeah, like that’s going to go well,” the blonde seemed amused. “Klaus will only need to say six or seven words, and Elijah will completely abandon the plan for him. I mean he’ll regret it a tiny bit but not enough to stop from siding with Klaus.”

The Bennett witch was confused. “We’ve kept you out of the loop, Care, how do you know so much about Klaus? Have you even met Elijah”

“Spoilers.” Caroline quirked a brow. “Trust me Bon, you don’t want to know how I know, just don’t cross Klaus, you won’t win. Maybe, and that’s a big maybe, you’ll be able to hurt him a little.”

The Bennett witch was about to question the blonde when the latter’s mobile rang.

She glanced at the screen and lit up and the display.

“Martha! Hey, how are you?”

“No, I’m still in Mystic Falls. Besides, Katherine is still in town, you wouldn’t want me to leave her alone. No, Klaus has her, we don’t know where.”

There was a pause as the person on the other end of the line spoke, causing the blonde to become alarmed. He cursed the sub-par hearing of the history teacher.

“No, no, don't come here. It’s your honeymoon! She’ll turn up! You know how Kat is! She’s Katherine Pierce, she’s a survivor.”

The Forbes girl sounded so admiring and fond of Katerina that the others in the room looked confused and disgusted. Klaus recalled that Katerina had murdered the girl, so it was an intriguing revelation that she was referring to her as a friend.

The Forbes girl was speaking again, it seems that he had missed part of the conversation. Again, Klaus lamented the weak human senses of the haggard history teacher that he was currently inhabiting.

“We’ll I hope you guys have fun in Paris! I’ll call you when it’s over so you can celebrate that the curse is broken, and the Destroyer failed!”

How did this girl know about Mikael?

She hung up the phone and looked into his borrowed eyes. She flinched and was about to say something when the Bennett witch exploded.

“Why would you celebrate Elena’s death?”

“Woah, who said anything about, celebrating Elena’s death?!”

At the Bennett witch’s look, the Forbes girl rolled her eyes.

“Elena has to die for the curse to be broken, but that doesn’t mean she has to stay dead.” She spoke as if the information should be obvious.

“It’s in Klaus’ interest for the doppelganger to survive the ritual. He needs her alive for the next part of his plan.”

Klaus narrowed his eyes, how could the girl know this, this information was heavily guarded. And that she knew of some of his plans, his hopes to create some more hybrids. Well, he had never told anyone, no one that wasn’t daggered. Certainly not her. He had never met Caroline Forbes before.

Had he?

#klaroline wip wed #klaroline #the vampire diaries #dw crossover #my writing #gabby's writing

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cybersp4c3 · 2 years ago

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Hello, I’m the person who sent that drabble on Dorain earlier. Since you didn’t seem to mind that, I have another drabble about kunikuzushi.

Tw; badly written porn, overstimulation, blowjobs, kidnapping? Spoilers for scara’s backstory? Somnophillia, dubcon

Imagine you find kunikuzushi right after he gets abandoned by the Raiden Ei. So he’s still in a coma and still looks like a doll. Well, he isn’t breathing, there’s no movement coming from him, and his pussy still seems to get wet, might as well take this little sex doll back home~

So you do so. You take him, you burn his clothes (because a sex doll doesn’t even need clothes) and you fuck his unconscious body for a couple days until he wakes up with your cock deep in his pussy. He’s so confused and so innocent that all he can do is ask ‘who are you and what are you doing?’ while his pussy is still clenching onto your cock. Realizing he has no idea what sex is, you tell him, ‘why, I rescued you! There was someone who just left you outside all alone for some bad people to hurt you! I saved you, so now you have to pay me back’.

Innocent little Kunikuzushi who just believes you and cries out when you start thrusting again, hitting that special spot~ He cries even more as you don’t stop even after he squirted several times (he didn’t know he could do that!) At some point he just keeps begging but the little toy is so cockdrunk he doesn’t even know what he’s begging for! Hmm, guess that means you should probably press down on the outline your dick made in his belly. Oh look! His eyes are rolling so far back as he comes again! Aww, how sweet, do it again, and maybe even choke him.

After a while, he gets used to being naked around your house, he used to be so embarrassed waking around in nothing but a collar. He also gets used to making sure to wait at the door for you anytime you go out so you can use his tight throat as soon as you walk back in. Of course, he still had some troubles, especially in the kitchen. It’s his fault for looking so cute that you just HAD to fuck him on the counter resulting in him burning the food. And he really needs to learn to stop making a mess on the floor whenever you doggie style him after he bent down to pick something off the floor.

Innocent little Kuni, who no longer remembers his original purpose because his only purpose now is to suck your dick and eat your cum whenever you deem it necessary. Which seems to be practically every day…oh well! Guess that means you get to train your little sex doll some more!

Please tell me how I did, as I mentioned before, I have a hard time expressing my ideas into writing and would appreciate some feedback on how to do better. Thank you and have a good day/evening.

I love your writing style and you do a very good job 🙏🙏🙏

Kuni loves being used by you! Everyday he gets all dolled up just for you! He barely had any clothes, all he has are some dresses and lingerie

He loves when you rip it all off a fuck him! He loves when you bend him over and fuck his pussy until he cries

All he knows is how to take your cock, who cares about basic needs? All he needs is to be dicked down by you 24/7

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hekate-brimo2 · 7 months ago

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Spes Novum (Aka my Supervillain Story based on the Synoverse by @wingedcat13) Chapter Two is up on AO3 here, but I’m making sure to put it here on Tumblr as well

Several hours passed before I saw Kayla again. I had destroyed several heavy-bags in the gym, and sent more than one set of throwing knives through my target. Eventually I ended up behind my desk, keeping an eye on newsfeeds for any updates about The Patriot and American Girls’ locations. Carson sauntered into my office around nine pm, putting down a plate of food I neither asked for nor wanted.

“Cook insisted I bring you this, said you’d be hungry. I said you’d be too upset to eat.” They said, plopping into the chair across from me

“I know what you’re doing.” I answered, picking up the fork and tearing into the food out of spite

“It’s working though, isn’t it?”

“Cook knows Bangers and Mash reminds me of home.”

“Hmm.”

“You didn’t come in here just to bring me dinner, Cook would’ve done that herself.”

“She wants to talk to you. Kayla.”

I hummed in response, chewing thoughtfully on my sausage

“You don’t have to do it.” Carson murmured, knowing I’d know how they felt

“She is my guest. Thank Cook for me, I’ll finish this when I return.”

I tread through the hallways carefully, lowering the gravity beneath my feet to keep them from tapping too hard on the tile floor. I reached the infirmary quickly, it was a small room, with only three available beds, but was well stocked for all it needed to do. I looked in a nearby mirror and studied myself. I was wearing my costume: a light purple jumpsuit, tight against my skin. My arms were bare, exposing the silver fractal scars I’d received from the Space Between Space. Around my throat and ankles were silver magnetite cuffs that would cancel out my power in the event I lost consciousness, or lost control. Finally, over my mouth and extending below my neck, was a breathing mask, which automatically activated in zero-oxygen environments. I hoped I didn’t look scary showing up like this.

“Kayla.” I said in greeting to the teenager, who was sitting upright in the bed-that-was-also-a-gurney. She had a bandage extending down her left cheek, which meant Doniphon had operated already, and was satisfied with the restructuring of her bone.

“Maestrum Gravis.” She replied in kind, turning over the book she’d been reading

“Pale Blue Dot by Carl Sagan, an interesting choice. I imagine Doniphon talked you into it? He makes every new person he meets read at least the first page. I was told that you wanted to speak with me.”

“I… wanted to thank you.”

“Really? For what, young one?”

“You… you didn’t have to react the way you did. D…Doniphon says you were practically steaming when you saw my black eye, and… uh, Carson? I think was their name, said they were surprised that you didn’t kill my parents, even after I asked you not to.”

“I keep my promises. Did Doniphon mention that your cheek will scar?”

“He did, but that’s fine. Scars are cool.” Kayla said, smirking

“Indeed.” I responded, flexing my arms and making the lichtenberg figures ripple

“Um… I guess I should ask… am I your prisoner now?”

“Why would you think that? No. You were granted sanctuary, originally by my Aide de Camp, but by granting you a bed in my infirmary I continued that offer, and will continue it for as long as you wish.”

“Oh! So… what does that mean?”

“It means you are under my protection for as long as you are within my territory. Granted that territory is not large, there are larger fish in this pond than I, that Shadowmancer claims most of the Western Seaboard, but I have my humble little territory here in Humboldt Bay, and some of Northern California. The Redwoods are home to a Native Hero, the last remaining Whilkut Warrior, who calls himself Blue Lake Rider, but anything North and West of here is mine.”

“Oh… thanks. Why, uh… why did you do that for me?”

“Well… let me answer that question with a question. Why did you come here?”

“I… I needed to get away from my parents, this was… the best option I had.”

“Your best option was a Supervillain?”

Kayla was silent at that, and we sat in it for a moment.

“Your life is your own, Kayla Moore. From here on out, you know that you are welcome in my home whenever you like, if you wish to stay, then stay. I will do whatever is necessary to keep you safe. Sleep on it, and tomorrow we will make plans, if that is what you wish.”

“Thank you, Maestrum.”

“While you’re here, call me Beren.”

I left then, not returning to my office, but instead to my quarters. I shed my costume and showered, leaning against the tile wall and considering the situation. There was so much to do to secure Kayla’s future, I would have to contact one of the I.L.L.E.G.A.L. Lawyers in the morning, they were the best. Emancipation papers would have to be drafted, and living arrangements made. Hell, we’d have to find the girl some clothes first.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a tank top hitting the floor. I shook myself out of my stupor just as Carson stepped into my shower.

“You’re thinking too hard.” They said, joining me under the stream of water, and snaking an arm over my shoulder.

Carson was smaller than me in a lot of ways, shorter, thinner, but somehow they managed to hold me in ways that made me feel small. We’d both transitioned upon discovering the inconsequence of the gender binary, but Carson’s transition was more emotional than physical. Mine was physical as well, which they knew perfectly, demonstrating that knowledge as their hand dipped between my legs and caressed the surgically crafted folds of my vulva. I hummed, pleased, and leaned back against Carson as they continued their ministrations, working me ever closer to an orgasm as they attempted to drive away my thoughts. Soon enough, my own wetness joined the shower’s stream, and Carson removed their thin fingers, wrapping arms around my torso. I held them there as well, as we let the water fall.

“Beren,” they called, later as we lay in bed. “What can we do for her?”

“We can protect her,” I began, voice growing hard, “We can give her time. We can present options. She can have whatever life she wishes, and we will provide it as best we can.”

“That sounds like something parents should do.”

“Then we shall be her parents, in all but name. Well, we shall be better than her parents.”

I felt Carson’s tears against my chest as they said the next four words.

“I always wanted kids.”

I woke early the next morning, extricating myself from Carson’s long limbs just as the sun peeked over the horizon, lighting Humboldt Bay on fire. The view was one of my favorites, and one of the reasons I’d bult my lair here. I watched for a moment, and then stepped into my closet to change.

I did not wear my costume to breakfast, it was a concession I’d made to Cook as soon as she’d joined my retinue. Instead, I pulled on a pair of jeans, and one of the tank tops Carson swore I looked good in. I pulled a flannel over top of it, knowing the air would be cool this early, and went to join Cook and Doniphon for breakfast. This was our ritual: Cook was awake before all of us, as she was the one to provide the food, and the coffee, we would all eat as we watched the sun rise, quiet mostly, but eventually conversation would erupt, about news, or about plans. Afterwards, Tom and I would go to the kitchen and clean our plates, and any mess Cook still had, which was always minimal, and Cook would retire to her quarters to nap. That morning we were joined by an extra face.

“Kayla, Cook, Tom. A pleasure to see you this morning.” I said politely, stepping onto the balcony we traditionally used

“Mornin’ Boss.” Tom answered, raising his coffee cup

“Good Morning, Gravis.” Cook said, cutting into her eggs

“Good Morning, Beren.” Kayla grumbled, holding her coffee with both hands.

Tom and Cook both raised an eyebrow at me, which I shrugged off. I sat down across from Kayla, and began eating my own breakfast. Cook had gone for simple, with eggs and toast, three slices of turkey bacon for me, a sausage patty for herself, and real bacon for both Kayla and Tom. Once the sun was halfway above the horizon, I met Kayla’s eyes and said “Kayla, I was considering your situation last night, and realized that you are probably wanting a new wardrobe, or at least your old clothes. If you are willing, I will happily escort you to buy some, or I will make the effort to retrieve yours, if you’ll give me your old address.”

“I… uh, I can just go get my stuff. It’s no big deal.” She answered, clearly uncomfortable with the idea of me going to her old house.

“I would rather not risk you encountering your parents again. They have harmed you once, enough that my medic had to reattach a bone to your skull.”

“No violence at my breakfast table.” Cook said, glaring at me

“Apologies, dear Cook.”

“Um… is there… I don’t really want to run into them either. There is some stuff I want to get from home though.”

“I’ll make a call, once we’re finished here, and see if there’s anyone who can distract your parents for a few hours, while you retrieve your things. How did you get from your home to here?”

“Oh! I can fly. Not sure where it comes from, neither of my parents can.”

“Powers are rarely that simple, young one. I’m sure Doniphon can tell you all about the genetic mutations that cause them, but that is for later. Once you’ve flown back, join me on the beach, there are other things we need to discuss.”

“Yes… uh, Beren?”

“Yes dear?”

“I don’t… I know you don’t… use masculine or feminine pronouns, so I don’t want to call you Sir or Ma’am, but… what do I use in place?”

“If you feel the honorific is necessary, then… Doctor or Professor would be fine, I’ve been both, though I’m sure Duke revoked my Doctorate when I was branded a Villain, and I’m certainly no longer tenured at U.C. Berkeley. I would prefer you only use Maestrum around other Supers. If none of those suit you, Mx is always acceptable.”

“Okay.”

“Very well. Tom! Shall we collect these ladies plates and wash whatever mess Cook has left us with?”

“Will do, Boss.”

#original writing #superhero #supervillain #superheroes #Spes Novum #HB’s Superpowered Universe #transgender #nonbinary #nonbinary supers #Maestrum Gravis #writers on tumblr #writing #writeblr

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btsgotjams27 · 1 year ago

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can i ask if you'd be willing to share what you originally wrote for yoongi and mc in TIU? 👀

haha y'all really wanna see the drama huhhhh!! if you haven't heard the podcast episode where i talk about the alternate ending, then this'll be a spoiler for you. i'll post snippets of what i originally wanted to happen. all the snippets are in order. (under the cut)

Grumpy Grandpa 10:45 AM

Do you love me?

When you tapped on your phone, you’re startled by the text notification from Yoongi. Your mind goes to the worst-case scenario. You're glad Jungkook was out and couldn't see you panicking.

What does he mean by ‘do you love me?' Like as a friend or more than that? He knows you’re with Jungkook. So, it must be as a friend. You reassured yourself repeatedly.

Unless he developed feelings in the last year, and you were too wrapped up in your own shit to notice.

No. No. No. He wouldn’t. He wouldn’t do this, right? You’re betrothed. You’re taken. Another man loves you.

If Yoongi liked you then he would’ve told you or maybe he felt like he couldn’t because you were still hung up on Jungkook. Thoughts are zipping through your mind, thinking of all the possible scenarios.

You open the text, writing, deleting, and rewriting what to say to him.

Yoongi, you’re sweet and all, but you know I’m with Jungkook.

No. Delete.

Yoongi, you’re messing with me, right? Is this just a joke? You’re gonna text me later and say ha-ha, I fooled you.

Nope. Delete.

Jungkook and Taehyung were busy bringing decor and food in, and Yoongi had somehow disappeared coming from the terrace to the kitchen. You blame being the bride-to-be because everyone needs your input on where to place everything.

“You okay?” Jungkook asked, scanning your face.

You hummed, nodding your head, and broke out into a warm smile. “I’m good. Better than good, great actually.”

He raised his eyebrow, sporting a thin smile. “Okay,” his tone is hesitant but he trusts you. “I’m gonna help Taehyung finish bringing everything in, then we can get the party started, hmm?” He kisses your cheek before running off.

You know this is a happy occasion. Yours and Jungkook’s. However, you can’t help but worry about Yoongi.

You didn’t want to read too much into his text. He was probably just trying to be helpful and was joking because he did find this beautiful place for your engagement party. But the fact that you felt like he’s been avoiding you since arriving didn’t help the sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Jungkook softly chuckled. “You did more for her than you think. Thanks again.” He held his hand out for Yoongi to shake again. Yoongi stared for a moment before reciprocating.

It’s not like he could hate the guy. He was the love of your life and you were his, it was pretty prominent to say the least. He knew a lost cause when he saw one. He wouldn’t break up something you poured your heart and soul into. You were going to be a married woman soon, and he wasn’t gonna be an asshole and tell you about his feelings now, that’d be a fucked up thing to do.

You gulp, taking a step forward into the room.

Yoongi knits his eyebrows. “Everything okay?”

“Can I talk to you?” He gestured for you to sit on the bed, and you chewed on the inside of your cheek, looking everywhere around the room but at him. Could this silly little question ruin your friendship?

“You didn’t mean anything when you sent that text the other day, right?”

Confusion sets on his face, his eyebrows draw into a line. “Huh?”

He has no fucking clue what you’re talking about. You felt stupid for even bringing it up now. “Never mind–it’s nothing,” you waved your hand, and stood, turning around to leave. “I’ll talk to you later.”

“Are you talking about when I texted ‘if you loved me’?”

You stopped in your tracks. So he did know. Could it have been lingering on his mind too? Maybe he thought he had made a mistake texting it to you.

You hesitated to turn around, staring at your pedicured toes before facing him. “Yeah.” Your eyes finally meet his. “You just meant if I loved you as a friend, right?”

He sucked in his lips and nodded. “Mmhm, I saved the day, so of course, you have to love me.”

“As a friend,” you reiterated.

“Yeah, as a friend,” he confirmed.

You’re unsure if you should breathe a sigh of relief or keep poking the bear. But Jungkook was waiting for you and you’d just take him at his word.

You card your fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. “I was just talking to Yoongi. He was confirming that he’s coming to the wedding.”

“He’s a cool guy. I like him.”

Flashing a small smile, you continued running your fingers through his hair. “Yeah, he really is.”

Jungkook looked up, noticing your forlorn expression. He sat up, draping his arm around you. “Hey, are you okay? Did something happen?”

Your eyes met his before looking away. You purse your lips, then gently chew on your bottom lip. “I think Yoongi had feelings for me.”

Jungkook mouthed an ‘oh’, nodding his head. “Had or has?”

“Had,” you confirmed.

“Did he tell you or are you assuming?”

Of course, you’re assuming because he had been acting super weird since you got back from LA. He’d been avoiding you, hadn’t been chatty about work like he normally was, and just hadn’t been around as much as before. You supposed some of it had to do with Jungkook being back, but that doesn't mean you wanted to cut off being friends with him.

“Assuming,” Jungkook answered for you.

You nod, cowering your head. “I know. I shouldn’t assume anything. I just can’t help but feel like he’s been avoiding me or that he doesn’t want to be my friend anymore.”

Jungkook scooted closer, and pulled you in, resting his chin on your head. “Maybe he feels weird being friends with you because I’m back.”

“Yeah, that could be it. I just hoped we could all be friends.”

He chuckled. “You can’t force him if he doesn’t want to.”

You pulled away, making a face at Jungkook. “I just—never mind. Maybe I’m making all of this up and he isn’t avoiding me, and is just busy.”

“He took the time to call you, right? And he’s coming to the wedding?”

You hummed.

“That seems like a good friend to me.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I made this weird, didn’t I?”

Jungkook shook his head no. “You’re fine, baby. Thanks for telling me what’s on your mind.”

The probability of you fabricating this whole narrative was high. You’re a writer—it was your job to come up with scenarios and story arcs, and you were hoping this was just a plot hole in your little story.

You lean your head against Jungkook’s cheek.

“He loves you,” Jungkook says.

You pulled away, looking at him, surprised by his comment.

“I get it,” he notes, his doe eyes staring into yours. “It’s hard not to fall in love with you.”

The fact that these words were coming out of Jungkook’s mouth, only confirmed your suspicions further. “How do you know?”

Jungkook twirls you around, before pulling you back to him. “Because he’s looking at you like how I look at you.”

Your eyes quickly met Yoongi’s over Jungkook’s shoulder before returning your attention to your husband. You sighed, closing your eyes. “I’m sorry.”

Jungkook chuckled. “Why are you apologizing?”

“It’s our wedding and I shouldn’t be thinking about how another man is feeling.”

Jungkook stops dancing and cups your face. “Hey—“ You try to withdraw, but he brings you back to him, his thumbs caressing your cheeks. “I’m not upset or jealous. I know you. I trust you. I love you.”

#tiu celebration #tiu ama #anon asks #jess answers #tiu.asks

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galactic-pirates · 1 year ago

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4, 31, and 35 for the wip asks, please! :) (If I've already sent in my request ignore this one - my brain is not co-operating today.)

4) Last sentence written?

I debated about this question because I haven’t written anything in a month, and what I was working on then is a redraft of an original novel and I’m not confident enough to share that. So I think I will skip (sorry) and instead use the random number to pick another question to answer for you. Which is….

26) Google docs, word doc, or neither?

You are around my age I think? So does this question amuse you a bit too? I predate those options. Well maybe not Word but we didn’t have it until I was in high school. I started off with good old pen and paper. My grandparents had a computer (a BBC-B) and they let me play frogger on it sometimes but not work. My mums first computer was a Windows 3.1 which predates the taskbar start menu and all of that. That had a program on it called “Microsoft Works” which from google to shore up my failing memory looks like it was word/excel/publisher etc. all in one. So that was my first foray into digital.

But I digress because yes of course I went on to wordpad, and then I got Word 2003 (still haven’t upgraded btw) but then when I got an iPad which has no stinking USB socket, I couldn’t carry around my stick with my word files anymore to work on everywhere so then I jumped to google docs.

Buuuuuut I have recently jumped to… something else. The problem with google docs is it is rubbish at large files (lags horribly), it doesn’t have a decent dark mode, it doesn’t have any integral backup options for changes, and I just don’t think it is really intended for 80k novels. I used it for years but it was really starting to frustrate me. It’s free which is why I tried to stick with it but I have moved to use NovelPad. By the name it’s designed for novels. It is web based but with a good offline mode, backs up every minute automatically, you can split everything into scenes, the revision feature is my favourite (no more juggling multiple documents) and the dark mode is so good. It’s also not overly complicated like Scrivener (which I could never get on with). The only bad thing is it’s a subscription. But as serious as I want to take my writing and with all the quality of life it offers I decided for me it was worth it.

31) Are you doing this instead of actually working on your wip?

No… well I suppose technically all ‘free’ time could be used for writing. But it’s 7:30am and I am going out this morning to buy a new mattress. I have had mine for 25 years and I am now waking up with backache everyday (no springs poking through but I can feel them grinding). But yeah I am terrible if I have appointments for not being able to focus (even more than I usually can’t haha).

35) Are you more likely to make grammatical errors or spelling errors?

Hmm. There are some words I just can’t spell (like guarantee thank you auto correct), and there are some words I spell so badly that spellcheck can’t fix it and I have to go “google you are my only hope”. But for the most part I can spell. It’s more automatic than thinking about it, I think if you used me to spell out words I would probably be worse haha. So maybe grammatical? I’m not too sure what comes under the heading of grammar. I don’t do any of the big things (I think/hope) but comma splicing probably, passive voice definitely etc. I don’t get that many wavy underlines either way to be honest.

Thanks for the ask ❤️

#I answer things #Sam talks writing

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dorefasolsido · 1 year ago

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***credits to the original creator***

FOOD

What is your favorite salad dressing?

Idk, not a big salad person. I like when my family adds shredded cheese on my salad, and then I only eat shredded cheese lol

Favorite sit-down restaurant?

Moon sushi.

Favorite pizza topping?

Just standard ingredients for capricciosa.

What food could you eat for two weeks straight and not get sick of it?

If chocolate counts, then chocolate, I do that anyway.

What do you put on your toast?

Cheese spread, normally.

What food do you eat the most?

Chicken?

Do you like food?

Sure.

Do you LOVE food?

I’m not that passionate about it, but when it’s good nothing’s better.

Do you even eat at all?

No, I photosynthesize in the sun.

What do you put on your ice cream?

Usually nothing, but sometimes chocolate syrup or sprinkles.

Do you like steak?

Yeaah, but not like too much.

Or are you a vegetarian?

Nope.

How about a vegan?

Nope nope.

What food do you hate the most?

Tomatoes!

TECHNOLOGY

How many TVs are in your house?

Just one here.

Do they all work?

Yup.

Do you have Comcast digital cable?

I don’t know but I don’t think so.

AT&T Uverse?

No?

Dish Network?

Nope.

Something else?

Yup.

What’s your favorite show?

Hmm, Squid Game, The Haunting series, AoT though that’s technically an anime, but it’s so so good.

What’s the worst show?

Lol I don’t know. Besides, I love bad shows sometimes, they relax me.

What color cell phone do you have?

It’s this really cool blue. Sadly, I broke its back glass very early on, so now I hide it with a phone case.

What kind?

Huawei P20 Lite.

What does the first text message in your inbox say and who sent it?

Ah, not gonna check now.

What was the last text you sent and who did you send it to?

Something to my best friend, probably asking her how her work’s going.

Who was the last person to call you?

My parents, I think.

Who was the last person you called?

Probably same, I hate calling people.

CURRENTLY

Are you missing someone?

Hm, I don’t think so.

What are you listening to?

Just outside noise, kids screaming, usual stuff.

Watching?

My computer screen where I’m tying this lol

Worrying about?

If I’ll be able to balance my freelancing gigs with a full-time job or if it’s better to just stick with freelancing because I like that more.

Where are you?

On my living room floor.

What’s it like there?

Pretty nice.

How are you feeling?

Not bad, actually, last night I felt kinda eeeh so I thought that mood would continue today, but I slept really well (and really long because I didn’t feel like doing anything at all) and today I feel much better.

Is anyone with you? Who?

My sister is on the balcony a few feet away.

Are you hungry?

Not really, but I could eat.

What do you want to eat?

Idk, I’m feeling Mexican food today, but that’s not gonna happen.

Thirsty?

Nope.

What do you want to drink?

Orange juice would be nice though.

What time is it?

3 PM on the dot.

LASTS

Thing you ate?

Spicy chips.

Thing you drank?

Pretty sure it’s water.

Thing you said?

No idea lol

Movie you watched?

Princess Mononoke in open-air cinema, such a cool experience!

Store you went to? What did you buy?

A supermarket, I bought some sandwiches, the aforementioned chips, some chocolates.

Person you talked to?

My sister.

Person you hugged?

No clue, not much of a hugger.

Kissed?

Not much of a kisser either lol

Yelled at?

Also not much of a yeller, so it must have been a very long time ago.

Book you read?

Anxious People by Fredrik Backman.

Thing you touched?

My laptop.

Person you became friends with on Facebook/Myspace/whatever other site?

Oh idk.

RANDOM

Are you a righty or a lefty?

Righty.

Have you ever had anything removed from your body?

A wisdom tooth only.

What is the last heavy object you lifted?

I bought some 5 kg weights for my sister and had to carry them in my backpack.

Have any scars?

Sure.

How did you get them? Any interesting stories?

Hmm, a pretty recent one is from rollerblading, my wheels got stuck on a little stone and I fell almost headfirst into some construction debris. Luckily, since I have plenty of rollerblading experience, I know how to fall, so I didn’t get seriously hurt -- just got scrapes all over. My elbow was in a particularly bad shape and now I got a nice scar to forever remind me of my adventures.

if it were possible, would you want to know the day you’re going to die?

Nope. Not how, not when, nothing.

If you could change your name, what would you change it to?

I actually wouldn’t. I never thought my name suited me, but then one day it hit me that it’s such a short, convenient, easily pronounceable name that all my foreign friends can use too, so now I like it.

Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1000?

Uhhh well no, but I’d probably try for $1000. That’s good money for my country.

How about 10 bottles of ketchup?

Again, I’d try. Maybe if I had enough time, I could.

10 bottles of maple syrup?

I’ve never tried maple syrup so it’s hard to say.

A bottle of vinegar?

Okay, I draw the line there.

10 jars of peanutbutter?

With enough time, sure.

How many pairs of flip flops do you own?

None, I don’t find them comfortable.

Favorite month?

November.

Do you always answer your phone?

Lol no. I mean, I do to my family and sometimes friends, but if an unknown number is calling, well... sorry.

It’s four AM and you get a text message, who is it?

Actually, I’m the one who’s most likely to answer messages at 4 am because I often work at night. Plus, I know everyone’s sleeping then so they won’t answer right away. Sometimes I feel so pressured when I answer a message and a person writes back immediately, the exception being when it’s something urgent or arranging plans or so.

If you could change your eye color what would it be?

Probably blue. I’m cool with my boring brown eyes now tho

Do you own a digital camera?

Nope.

Do you take lots of pictures of yourself?

Not a lot, but more now than I did before.

Do you take them in front of the mirror in the bathroom?

Rarely, but it happens.

Have you ever had a pet fish?

Nope.

Pet hamster?

Nope.

Bird?

Nope.

Favorite Christmas movie?

I guess I’ll go with Home Alone.

Favorite Christmas song?

Christmas Love by Jimin.

Can you do push ups?

Loool absolutely not.

Can you do a chin up?

Nope.

Does the future make you nervous or excited?

Right now it doesn’t make me feel anything particular. I’m usually of the excited kind, though.

Ever been in a car accident?

Yes, but everyone involved was okay somehow, even though a motorcycle scraped my family car at high speed. Luckily, the guy riding it had a helmet and all that, so he only sustained very minor injuries.

Do you have an accent?

I mean, everyone does? But yeah, English is not my native language, so I probably do have a vaguely East European accent.

What song always makes you cry?

Always? Well, none, but H. by Tool usually makes me feel that particular tightness in my chest.

Have any plans for tonight?

Just German lesson.

What were you doing at 12 AM last night?

I just arrived home from cinema then, so eating.

What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up?

Why are there so many notifications on my phone

#survey

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years ago

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All I Want For Christmas is..... a Telfar bag

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: fluff from our favorite babies 😘💕

Synopsis: This is your first Christmas as a couple and you want to get the perfect gifts for each other

Pairing: Baby!Jack Harlow x Baby!Reader

Requested by: my darling @neon-lights-and-glitter and multiple anons 🥰💖

Please Do Not Repost My Content Anywhere

First Lady of Private Garden Masterlist

To say that you were stressed was an understatement.

This would be your first Christmas that you had a boyfriend and you had no idea what to get him and you wanted for your gift to be perfect.

When you had originally asked Jack right after Thanksgiving, he said that he didn’t care what you had gotten him and that he was focusing on you since your birthday was the first week of December.

That’s how he was, always thinking about you before himself.

You hated that he gave you that as his answer.

So of course that’s where Urban was going to be of help to you.

You quickly sent him a text asking for suggestions on what to get his best friend. It helped since he had known him a lot longer than you have.

You- Urby!

Urban- What?

You- I will slap you through the phone, don’t you what me!

Urban- Hello, best friend. How can I be of assistance to you today?

You- That’s more like it. I need help deciding on a Christmas gift for Jack

Urban- Stick a bow on top of your head and put yourself under the tree. He’ll fold.

You- URBAN HENRY BE SERIOUS PLEASE!

Urban- I was being serious! All he probably wants for Christmas is you!

You- Cut the shit Mariah Carey

Urban- Well the one thing that I can think of that he’s been wanting is a pair of new balances

You- Hmm, that’s a thought. I could probably do that.

Urban- I already know what he got you

You- SPILL IT WYATT

Urban- Gotta go. Byeeeee.

You- GET BACK HERE!

Urban- See you at school on Monday!

Just then Jack was calling you on facetime and you quickly answered.

“Boo bear!” You exclaimed as you saw his face come on the screen and immediately smiled.

“Hey gorgeous, what are you up to?”

“Trying to decide on the perfect gift to get you. I asked Urban and he told me to stick a bow on top of my head and lay underneath the tree.”

“That might be the smartest thing that he’s ever said.”

“SERIOUSLY?! What am I going to do with the two of you?”

“Absolutely nothing. You’re stuck with us. Anyway, I have a surprise for you if you’re up for it.”

“I’m listening.”

“I just have to get my mom to drive us, but be ready by 7 and I’ll come and get you.”

“Can I have a hint as to what it is?”

“Nope. Get ready and I’ll see you soon.”

You quickly took a shower and decided on an outfit that would hopefully keep you warm. It was only about 20 degrees outside.

It was 6:55 when you heard the doorbell ring and flew down the steps in order to open the door for your boyfriend.

You quickly embraced him as he leaned down to kiss you and you couldn’t do anything but smile.

“Hi.”

“Hi, baby girl. You ready to go?”

You eagerly nodded your head and Jack grabbed your hand in order to lead you to where Maggie’s car was.

“Hi mama Maggie!” You greeted her as you and Jack slid into the backseat and she immediately smiled at you.

“Hi sweetheart! You two ready?”

Both of you nodded as she started driving.

You were fascinated with the Christmas decorations passing you by before deciding to ask Jack where he was taking you.

“Now can you tell me what it is?” You curiously asked as you grabbed Jack’s hand.

“Remember how you said that you wanted to go ice skating but it would get too warm in Atlanta so you were never able to do it?”

“Yes?”

“We’re going ice skating.”

You instantly got a look of panic on your face.

“I’m going to fall right on my face.”

“No you won’t. I promise to hold onto you the entire time.”

“I have no idea how to even do it!”

“I’m going to be with you and I won’t let anything happen to you!”

“Just make sure my mom’s number is on speed dial, better yet make that 911.”

“Y/N, we aren’t going to need the paramedics.”

“Speak for yourself.”

Jack was currently helping you lace up your skates as Urban, Quiiso, Ace, 2fo, and Shloob were doing laps around the rink.

“Jack, are you sure these are tight enough?”

“Yes, babe. I promise. You ready?”

You were beyond terrified but knew that he wouldn’t let anything happen to you.

“I guess.”

“COME ON Y/N!” Urban yelled and you quickly stuck up your middle finger at him.

“SHUT UP URBY!”

“Baby, you have to stand up in order for us to be able to skate.” Jack said while looking at you.

“Oh, I guess you’re right.”

Jack helped you stand up and make your way over to the entrance of the rink. Jack stepped onto the ice first before turning around to help you.

“I got you, baby. I promise.”

You nodded your head as you took your first step onto the ice and Jack quickly grabbed both of your hands.

“See? Not so bad right?”

“No, not so bad.”

Just then 2fo glided past the two of you.

“It’s about time, lovebirds!”

“I had to make sure my girl was good! She doesn’t want to be around yall anyway!” Jack said while shaking his head at him before turning back to you.

“Ready?”

You simply nodded as Jack held onto your hand and the two of you began to make your way around the rink.

“You sure you haven’t done this before?”

“I’m sure, not as scary as I thought it was going to be.” You added being completely honest.

“And you were over here thinking that we would need the paramedics.”

“Nothing wrong with being prepared!”

Just then Urban came on the other side of you and was skating backwards.

“Showoff. I hope you fall.” You said as you rolled your eyes at him.

“Look, this date was my idea so stop being an ass. Your boyfriend asked for my help.”

“Date? How is it a date when the rest of yall big headed selves are here?” You curiously asked while looking around at all of them.

“I HEARD THAT!” 2fo yelled from behind you and you simply rolled your eyes.

“Besides, you know you love being around us.”

“Correction. I love being around my boyfriend.”

“Oh! Y/N! Did you get my gift yet?” You heard Shloob ask and you rolled your eyes.

“Your gift is about to be my foot up your ass! Now stop distracting me so that I don’t fall!”

“Like Jack will ever let that happen.”

“There’s a first time for everything.”

“BABY!”

“Oh, did I say that out loud?”

“That’s it. No hot chocolate for you.”

“Wait! I take it back!”

—-

It was now December 25th at midnight and Jack had told you the week prior that he wanted to do the first one to give you your Christmas gift and he was hoping that you liked it.

You didn’t care what he had gotten you at this point.

You were fine with a hug and a kiss.

So there you two were in your matching pajamas in your room since Jack had climbed up to your window a few minutes before ready to hand over your gifts to each other.

“Here, babe. I hope you like it.” Jack handed you a pink box with a white bow on top and you couldn’t help but to be excited.

“I know I will because you bought it for me.” You responded being completely honest.

You opened the box to see a pink Telfar bag staring back at you.

“Babe, no you fucking didn’t.” You said being floored.

Telfar bags definitely were not cheap and he had to have saved up his allowance in order to buy it for you.

“Yes, I fucking did because I know my baby wanted this. You would talk about getting one nonstop and I know you said that you only wanted the small one, but I figured why not get you the bigger one so you can fit more things in it. I’ve seen your purse and I’m convinced that Clay could fit in there.”

“Jack….” You said while your eyes were starting to water.

“Babe, don’t cry!”

“I CAN’T HELP IT!”

Jack then slid you onto his lap in order to get you to calm down and you simply handed him his gift.

“I’m okay! I’m okay! Here, open yours.”

Jack ripped off the wrapping paper to see that it was a New Balance shoe box staring back at him.

“Are these the new 550’s?!?”

“You aren’t going to know until you open the box!”

Jack finally opened the box to see the latest version of the 550’s staring back at him.

“BABE!”

“I know you always mention how the 550’s are your favorite so I knew I had the perfect gift idea.”

“Thank you for this.”

“And thank you for my bag.”

“And one more thing.”

“What’s that?”

Jack reached into his pocket to pull out a mini mistletoe and hung it above the both of you.

“I could use a Christmas kiss.”

“Anything for my boo bear.”

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twstarchives · 4 years ago

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Valentine’s Gift Messages

● Info: From Jan 20 - Feb 14, 2021, Aniplex offered a Valentine’s Day Gift where you could order a scarf & charm set of your Twst boy and send them a letter. These are the response cards that each of them sent back to you on May 15. ● Note: All of these were originally in English; I didn’t translate or edit them in any way.

Here is a thread of all their signatures!

Edit: Initially the Mostro Lounge was misspelt as “Monstro” in Azul’s card, but on May 25 this was acknowledged as a typo and those who had purchased the card were offered an exchange.

Riddle Dear friend, Thank you for the present. Your choice in gifts has absolutely delighted me. Tell you what, why don’t I invite you to a lovely afternoon tea later? Just as a way to express my gratitude. Of course, you won’t turn down the invitation, I trust?

Ace Hey you, Thanks for the present. But what’s up with the sudden gesture? Are you trying to apologize for something here? ...JUST KIDDING! I actually need to talk to you about something, too. See you in class later!

Deuce Friend, Thank you for the present. You surprised me a bit with that since we don’t often get chances to give our classmates gifts. I’m so happy! Today is going to be a great day. I’ll thank you again when I see you in class later!

Cater Helloooooo, Thanks for the present! It was totally awesome! I didn’t know you were an expert at choosing thoughtful gifts ♪ I already took a picture and put it up on Magicam, so go and give it a Like! ;)

Trey Hey you, Thanks for the gift. I didn’t expect anything from you, so you kind of surprised me. Now what should I give in return... I don’t want to give you something you don’t like, so please tell me: Is there anything you want? If there is, I’ll try to find it for you! Hope you have a great one!

Leona Good day, Etiquette dictates that I must express my gratitude for the thoughtful gift you have given me. Your offering is commendable as a show of loyalty and respect. If the mood takes me, I may even give you a little something in return.

Jack Friend, Thank you for the present. Just letting you know I got it. Let me treat you to a meal tomorrow. Whatever you want. ...I don’t like the idea of owing you a favor, so make sure you keep tomorrow open.

Ruggie Hey you, Thanks for the awesome gift. I’m gonna cherish it forever! Even if you ask for it back, you’re not getting it! Wow, this made my day so much better!

Azul My dear friend, Thank you so very much for this absolutely wonderful present. I am positively overjoyed to receive such an affectionate gift. When you have the time, please do drop by the Mostro Lounge. Present the enclosed card at the door and you can enjoy a complimentary drink on me.

Jade To my dearest, My most sincere gratitude for this splendid gift. I am truly moved by your careful consideration and good taste, and will cherish this present. In fact, I shall even display it in my room. Truly. Would I lie to you?

Floyd Little shrimpy, Hey, thanks for the gift! I don’t think it’s my birthday though, so what gives? It’s a little weird just getting something out of the blue. Don’t worry. I’ll get the reason for this outta you. Just you wait.

Kalim Hey love, Thank you for that wonderful gift! Getting something like this from you just put a smile on my face! Let me throw a feast to show my gratitude! After that, I’ll take you on a magic carpet ride, it’ll be really fun!

Jamil Dear friend, Thank you for the gift. To think I would receive something from you... Well, it caught me off guard. I’d like to give you something in return. Hmm... What should it be? What might you like? Why don’t you come down to Scarabia sometime and we’ll discuss over a cup of tea.

Vil My dear, How very brave of you to attempt finding a gift for ME. And I really must say, it is...not half bad. I suppose I will give you something in return, so be a dear and take this card I’ve signed for you. Now, hush. No need to do anything so gauche as weeping in gratitude. You’ve earned this.

Epel Dear friend, Thank you for the present! It’s really nice to get gifts from people other than my own relatives. I tried to get you something to say thank you, by the way. I think you’ll be pleased with it. Well, I hope so anyway. See you later.

Rook Hey love, Little birds, flying and singing among the flowers, with the warm rays of the sun shining above. The beautiful scenery of spring comes to mind whenever I close my eyes, and this is all thanks to your lovely gift. Merci! You have my sincerest gratitude, from the bottom of my heart.

Idia @YOU whatta shock thought i was sleep shopping or sth but then i opened the package and found ur gift. ur a bit of an oddball huh? y give someone like me a present? still, thx and all that. Kthxbye

Ortho Dear friend, Thank you for the present! It was wonderful! I was so happy to get it. Sooo, I tried to search online for some things you might like, but there are so many choices... I can’t pick just one! Promise me that next time I see you, you’ll tell me what you would like.

Malleus Dearest, My thanks for such a truly wonderful present. It is only fitting that I should give you something in return. How about the gift of beauty? Perhaps the gift of song? Or... Well, never mind. Just a joke based on the legends, you know. I shall give you something I picked out myself.

Silver Hey you, Thank you for the gift. I just got it. A heartfelt gift really does brighten someone’s day, huh? I actually did pick something out for you, and I hope you’ll be happy with itttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt

Sebek Human, I thought you had passed me an offering intended for Lord Malleus, but I was surprised to discover that it was meant for me. I see through your subterfuge! In truth, you simply wish to hear of Lord Malleus’s many great exploits, yes? That is WONDERFUL! Come to my room later, and I will tell you many stories of Lord Malleus!

Lilia My dear, Thank you for the present. Aren’t you the witty one, preparing a surprise for me like that? Who would have thought something like this might excite me so. It really is unbefitting someone of my age. I have enclosed my signature as a gesture of gratitude. Rejoice! It is a most rare and prestigious gift!

Crowley Dear student, Thank you for the present. You don’t think this gift will buy you anything, do you? I jest. I will gladly accept this. Seeing you excel in your duties as a janitorial staff...ah, I mean...as a dorm prefect... Well, to be honest, I am quite impressed. My expectations for you remain high going forward. Do keep up the good work.

Crewel Dear student, Thank you for the present. However, sending gifts to the faculty members is not appropriate. Evidently you still require discipline. If you wish to please me, then perhaps you should focus your efforts on improving your performance on your next test. Is that clear, puppy?

Trein Dear student, You have sent a present...to me? I am not especially fond of people stepping beyond their station. Students should focus their attention on other students, and behave accordingly. ...Having said that, I do appreciate the gesture. If there’s anything you don’t understand from my lectures, you are welcome to ask me.

Vargas Dear student, Thanks for the gift. I see you have become hopelessly obsessed with my impossibly perfect physique. In response to your understandable admiration, I will put together a training regimen just for you. Stick to it, and you will have the same bargelike physique that I do!

Sam My little imp... Hey, what’s up! I thought you were looking to sell me something valuable, but no! A present just for me! Well, my thanks for such a wonderful gesture. If there’s anything you may desire in the future, just drop by Mr. Sam’s Mystery Shop. So long as you want it, it’ll be in stock. You have my personal guarantee!

Grim Dear underling, Myahaha! So you remembered to present me with an offering, huh? I see great things in your future! Now just keep your every waking moment dedicated to serving me, the great Lord Grim, heart and soul, as I will one day become the greatest sorcerer in the world! You got that, partner?

#twisted wonderland

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grae-98 · 2 years ago

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Prove Me Wrong

Pairing: Lee Chan x fem!Reader

Genre: Mild Smut, Spicy

Wordcount: about 2.2k

Warnings: kinda mean Chan, spit, daddy kink, slight face slapping, begging

Summary: Playing a game with the boys leads to a personal question that makes Chan feel a little embarrassed. Whatever can you do to help him?

A/N: This was originally written for the second day of kinktober which was supposed to be a daddy kink. I completely forgot about it and now here we are. I also found fake kakao messages and I had too much fun

pls no one under 18 interact with this

It all started during a drunk conversation. It was a light-hearted question that prompted everyone to answer. As Sooyoung poured you another drink to fuel your lightheaded haze in the dim lighting when the question was asked.

Seokmin started this round of questioning with, “Would you rather be called Baby or Daddy?” It was followed by an eruption of laughter by the drunkards and scoffs of mild disgust by those who did not wish to imbibe. The sound of clapping was joined in tandem with the laughter. Clearly entertained, you laughed along with the loud ones. Soonyoung to your right nearly bursting your ear with his laughter, and Mingyu to your left kept reasonable volume.

As each member of the friend group made their way around the table some were easy to guess just by a glance. Seungcheol as daddy; makes sense, Mingyu as baby or puppy; makes sense. What didn’t make a lot of sense at first was Chan saying that he’d prefer daddy. He seemed like such a baby boy, and as the youngest of the 13 friends you supposed they’d painted it that way.

Then it had gotten to you. One or two of them shifted in their chairs uncomfortably, and you noticed. Which prompted Seokmin to speak again, “I guess do you prefer baby or mommy?”

A few more giggles made their way around the table after his slight shift to the question.

“Hmm…I guess it could go either way. I think I prefer princess or daddy. Mommy just sounds a little strange.” The table goes dead silent.

“What? You think that because I’m a girl I can’t be daddy?” Jeonghan across from you laughs as he states, “No, I think you’d be a better daddy than baby Channie over there.”

That's when the whole table gets engulfed in laughter once again. The drinks start as much as they were before.

Clearly offended, Chan tries to defend himself, “You don’t know what I’m like! I am a great-”

Cut off by the input of your own words, “I’m sorry, how do you call someone younger than you daddy?” Chan’s face pales in color as he gapes at your question.

“That’s what I thought. Just be a nice good boy for daddy, okay? Let’s let the grown ups talk now.” A resounding ‘ooo’ and went around the table as well as a couple laughs. Chan at this point closed his mouth and faced his head down towards the table. Face burning and shame high.

The conversation picked up from there as one of the other members offered to play a game offering the chance for the group to become routy and energetic again. Chan still looked a little defeated even while playing the game. Feeling bad you attempt to extend the olive branch. What started as an attempted apology turned a little too sour too fast.

You can see he's getting every one of these messages because he clearly picks up his phone, reads the message, and sets it back down. The annoyance is clearly evident on his face as he does his best to participate in the game at hand. Yet the drink in your system doesn't seem to quite get the hint.

He doesn’t respond again after those texts. You decide that you’ll give him a few more minutes before you try to message him again. Sitting back in your chair like a child that is throwing a minor tantrum letting a huff of frustration.

Chan stands straight from his seat after the message was sent causing every eye to go straight to him. Chan on the other hand was only looking at you. Eyes boring straight into your being while simultaneously giving silent command to follow after him to which you comply without hesitation.

Coming to stride beside him he looks over to you with a smirk while placing a hand on your lower back.

“Ready to show me how good you’re going to be for daddy, princess?” You choke on the intake of air causing you to cough. Chan gives you an evil snort and chuckle before setting off to continue towards the room.

Entering a threshold has never seemed so imposing as he shut the door with a click. Twisting the lock into place, he turned fluidly on his heels to face your direction.

“On your knees.” You looked at him in shock. Eyes set wide open as you stare at him in miniscule disbelief. Still trying to process the few words you don’t move a single muscle when he begins to speak again.

“Wow, is she so dumb that she can’t follow a simple request? Or did she simply not hear me?”

Taking forward steps Chan now stands a mere foot away from you. His typically non intimidating stature seems much more imposing when he sets his hands to the top of your shoulders. You glance down to look at the hand with the ring on his middle finger before looking back up to him. Meeting his eyes, you blinked twice, and maybe he took that as your response because he took that as his sign to repeat himself.

“I said, on your knees.” With that he gives you a slight push on top of your shoulders, and this time you follow his direction. Knees pressed into the hardwood floor looking up to Chan. You maintained the same eye contact as you sat on the heels of your feet.

“See, it wasn't so hard was it?” Chan tilts his head to the side when he slides his left hand down your cheek. Thumb smoothing over underneath your lip. He wets his lower lip with his tongue at the same time he pulls your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb.

“Open up for daddy.” You internally cringe just a little, but follow his command regardless. Your mouth is met with the same thumb pushing its way in and Instinctively you close your lips around it. The salt and oil of his unwashed thumb spreads across your taste buds in recoil. Persistent in the minute task given you push further in enthusiasm. Chan gives you a simple good girl before he leans down just enough to fondle your right breast over your shirt. The cotton of your shirt rubs against the flesh of your chest.

A quick high pitched whine was his okay to continue his provided touch. Releasing his thumb from your mouth with a pant, he begins to chastise you. “Did I say you could-” the scolding could never really get far before you moved your mouth to his first two fingers. Happily taking them back into the damp caress of your mouth. A pick up in pace and enthusiasm around Chan’s fingers. Pulling them as far as you could into your mouth with the suction. Tongue feeling the shallow ridges of his finger prints. He lets out a surprised groan and closes his eyes for a second.

The hand that was over your clothed tit was pushing its way down the front of your shirt. An easy access to the inside of the bra without any removal of it. Fingers heading straight for the nipple. Tweaking and pulling in different patterns and speeds. Moaning around his fingers you open up your mouth to allow yourself to breathe, drool falling from the base of his fingers down your chin; and Chan gives you a dark chuckle as he stands over you. His eyes staring at you with a look that seemed to be a mixture of excitement and intrigue.

“What’s my name?” He spoke while lifting his fingers from your mouth. Smearing the saliva from his fingers across the lower part of your face. The embarrassment must have flashed across your face clearly enough for him to raise his eyebrows in wait of your answer.

“Chan, please.” You look up to his eyes again as they had fallen to the floor just a moment earlier.

“Wrong.” He gave a short and curt response before he smacked your cheek. You opened your mouth again, but this time he used his fingers to fuck your mouth open. Two fingers soon became three, and you could feel him touching the front of your tonsils. Giving into your gag reflex, you make a noise of discontent around the fingers as he proceeds to push their way just the same as before. He now has the hand that was once on your breast holding the back of your head as the phalanges that thrust into you cause even more droll to land on the front of your shirt.

Allowing you a sense of reprieve after a moment Chan takes his fingers out once more.

“Do you think you learned?” He takes a moment to move fallen hair that came ro block the view of you knelt before him. Left hand sweeping across his forehead. “Want to try again Princess? What’s my name?” Left hand now coming to stroke your left cheek with his thumb once again.

“Daddy,” You mumble with a stutter. It still feels more like a question than a statement with the wavering of your voice. The once confident bolster in your inflection is lost after the previous interaction. Chan however seems pleased as his serious expression softens and gains so joy.

“That’s right. Now she’s got it. Now tell daddy what the little princess wants.” You take a moment to contemplate his request. What did you want? How did you want this to end?

“Want daddy’s cock,” You felt silly saying it, you truly did, but the look on his face was one of the hottest things you’ve seen to date.

“Want daddy’s cock? How does the spoiled girl want my cock hm?” You stare up at him with big eyes wide open as you slowly open your mouth for him once more. Chan raises his eyebrows as he understands your gesture.

Flashing a toothy grin he begins to speak yet again, “In your mouth?”

You nodded at him intensely, “Well, you’re going to have to beg for it then.”

“But!” You begin to argue, “I don’t see why I would have to beg for you to-”

“Listen Princess, you’re the one who said that I can prove you wrong. Daddy’s told you what to do, and if you’re not going to listen to what he tells you to do then he’s going to have to teach you a lesson. Do you understand me?”

You nod at him once more but it is accompanied by a glare from you. The deep squint of your eye was not well received by Chan because he began once more, much more serious this time. “You are going to beg for daddy’s cock in your mouth and if he’s not convinced by you, then he is going to leave you here and get the guys to come and look at you in your shame.”

You stare at him dumbfounded, “Seriously, you wouldn’t!” You attempt to beckon him back to you.

Calling your bluff, Chan removes his hands from you completely as he steps away from you to reach for the door handle. You gulped a painful swallow of air down your throat as you called out for him once again. Chan halts his movements, hand falling short of the knob. Turning slowly to face you, the shadow of the light from above casting down his brow as he looks at you.

“Please daddy,” a desperate plea caught his attention fully and he looked to you as you sat on your half asleep feet. Waiting got you to continue with your favor, he turns away from the door.

“Daddy, please don’t go out there. I’ll be a good girl I promise,” You give a huff of compromising assurance. “You were so nice as to offer me a cock for my mouth right? Well I didn’t get to see it yet. Please let me see your pretty cock daddy.”

You suck in air through your teeth as you begin to walk forward on your knees towards him. Sore and ready to stand up you make your way over to him anyway. Upon reaching him, Chan set a hand on his hip as you reach to place either hand on the outside of his thighs. He gives you a look that reads for you to continue with what you were saying.

Taking a shaky breath in, “I’m very good with my mouth, you felt it with your fingers didn’t you? Please let me show you how good I can suck your dick. I want to so badly, I bet your dick is so big I’ll drool everywhere and make a mess of myself. Everyone out there will know exactly what happened here, won't they?” You begin to unbutton the loose fitting bottoms that he was already wearing. Chan made no effort to stop your movements as you continued with your words of ‘affection’.

“I really want you in my throat daddy please, please please please?” Your pleas fall to his ear and he responds with a smile. Allowing for you to kindly free himself from his briefs.

“Okay princess, open up for daddy.”

#lee chan #svt smut #dino smut #dino x reader #chan x reader #svt #seventeen smut

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The Lost Ones

Summary: Several of the SMP members find an infant in a place they didn’t expect and decide to care for them.

Pairings: Platonic! Parental! Tommy, Wilbur, Philza, Technoblade, Eret, and Dream x F! Child! Reader

Warnings! : Swearing, Village Raid, Minor Violence, Minor Deaths (Mostly mobs), mentions of blood

A/N : I’m the biggest sap for child readers. Dating back to 2014. I literally couldn’t help myself. Just so everyone knows, I suck at writing in gender neutral terms, that’s why the reader is specifically female in all of these (Including Tommy’s, Minor Spoiler, Tommy’s just an idiot and doesn’t look). So, sorry about that.

I’ll most certainly will make more of these. I won’t always have it just like this, I might write a certain character individually in a scenario. It’s all dependent on my mood. I might add more characters! This is just basically the introduction. So yeah...ENOUGH RAMBLING! Hope you enjoy :)

Tommy (Before the First Disc War)

Tommy smirked proudly to himself as he tucked his new disc safely into his inventory bag before starting the walk back to his home. His adventure was successful, he managed to get a rare disc and it was now all his. Walking through the small bit of woods, he rested his hand on his sword handle. It was still night time after all and the monsters were out to play.

As he could see the lights from the small town of the Dream SMP, he heard a cry. Looking back into the woods, he frowned before grinning.

Someone is in trouble! He’d save them and get a payment—er— “willing reward” from them. Pulling his sword, he ran over towards the sound of another cry, this time the sound being continued. He rolled his eyes, someone was crying, what a pussy. As the crying was practically on top of him, he frowned in confusion as he only found a skeleton, which was trying to shoot at a basket hanging in a tree. There was no one there to be crying.

He shrugged regardless, taking his shield off before going for the skeleton. It only managed one arrow before Tommy killed the mob. Looking at the basket, Tommy hummed before putting his weapon and shield away to climb up. As he got to a safe place to reach the basket, the crying now made sense as his eyes went wide.

“You’re a fucking baby!” He shouted in surprise.

Said infant noticed the new face and their wails quieted, but small cries still came out.

“Quiet down. You’re going to bring monsters!” He hushed, moving carefully, getting the basket off, and brought it to himself. “How the hell did you get up here? Who just leaves a baby?”

He looked down at the baby as he sat back in the tree. He couldn’t help but think how small she was, had he been that small when he was this young?

“Guess you got nowhere to go huh?” He asked as the child looked up, their cries having gone silent seeing the boy much closer.

They played with their blanket and he hummed as he held the basket close, making his way down the tree.

“You’re lucky, a big man saved you! I don’t live far, so you’ll come with me. Of course, I wouldn’t just leave you here again.” Tommy rambled, despite knowing the infant couldn’t respond back. “I’m not some kind of monster!”

He made it back to his home, putting the basket on his bed, and looked down at the baby with his hands on his hips.

“If you were left out there like that, you’re alone.” This time, the baby gave a small babble and he couldn’t help the small smile that came on his face. “Well, then I’ll take care of you! I’m a big man and can do it easy! Phil took care of my brothers and me after all and he’s old and stupid. I’m young and very wise, so I can do it. I suppose you’ll need a name now.”

If anyone had been in the room with Tommy, they’d be surprised how gentle he picked up the small human. Carefully, he held them properly, only knowing how as Phil had once shown him when they were helping a village out after a raid when he had taken the younger boy to trade.

“Hmm, I’ll call you (Y/N)!” He decided. “And I will be the greatest father ever! And I know the perfect way to celebrate today!”

Going into his bag, he grinned as he pulled out his new music disc. Putting it on the jukebox, he sat on his bed as the infant looked over at the object making the beautiful sound. His grin went into a gentle smile as he watched (Y/N) listen to the music. They’d both be happy; he’d make sure of it.

Twenty Minutes Later…

Tubbo sprinted down the stairs of his house as he heard frantic knocking on his door and the sound of crying. Swinging the door open, he let out a startled noise seeing a distressed Tommy holding a wailing baby.

Of course, he’d need some help since there was just a little bit of a learning curve.

Wilbur (Right after Declaration of War)

Times were hard. Wilbur had just started a new nation to free himself, his friends, and his family from the iron grip of Dream and his friends, but they did not like the loss of power and declared war on him. As well as the war, Fundy had become a rather rebellious teenager and Wilbur wasn’t sure how to handle all of it. He didn’t let it show to the others though. He’d be a strong leader for them.

He looked over his map of L’Manberg. They needed better defensive points…they fought with their words but Dream fought with weapons of destruction. They needed safe spaces to protect themselves…

Wilbur jumped, knocking over an ink bottle over on the table when there was pounding on the van door.

“Damn it.” He grumbled, quickly flipping the bottle back up and moved the map out of the way before going to the door.

He opened the door to see Eret standing there, making Wilbur raise an eyebrow as Eret was on guard duty at the moment but looked shocked seeing what the other man was holding.

“Hello, sir. They were just outside the gate. I didn’t see anyone else around.” Eret rapidly explained to his leader, the small infant wiggling in his hold. “I brought them here because they were cold.”

“Get inside,” Wilbur instructed, going into the back of the van again quickly.

He heard the door close as he grabbed his spare coat.

“Hand them over,” Wilbur muttered, Eret carefully transferring his hold to the other man.

Wilbur saw they had a blanket but it was thin and the child was cold to the touch. Wrapping his coat around them, he instructed Eret to light a furnace, which he did post haste.

“Hello there, love.” He whispered quietly to the infant, rocking them lightly. “We’re going to get you warmed up and something to fill your stomach, how does that sound?”

The baby didn’t fuss, too tired and cold to even thinking about making one. Wilbur stood next to the now lit furnace and looked up at Eret.

“Is anyone out there?” He asked, his proud leader voice coming out.

“No sir, I was worried about the child.”

Wilbur nodded. “I commend you for saving their life, but I have it from here. Send someone to fetch milk and then please stand guard again.”

Eret nodded before leaving the van.

Once the two were alone, Wilbur sighed heavily as he sat on the floor, still close to the furnace. He felt the child’s forehead, feeling them warm up to his relief.

“You gave us a scare little one.” He chuckled quietly. “But don’t worry, you’re in a safe place. L’Manberg will care for you. I suppose it was lucky you were left here rather than the Dream SMP.”

He hummed quietly as he gently rocking the child, their eyes closing as they relaxed in his hold. As they relaxed, he gave a quick check for their gender.

“Welcome little one. You’re the first woman of L’Manberg.” He smiled lightly.

For a short while, he was able to forget about everything outside the van. He could relax himself and let his mind clear as he watched the little girl in his arms. They were both at peace.

After a few minutes, he looked up as he heard the van door open. As he was standing up carefully, his own son Fundy came in holding a bucket.

“Hey, Eret said you needed…What the hell is that?!” Fundy exclaimed in surprise, startling the girl in his arms, tears appearing in her eyes.

“Shh, it’s alright,” Wilbur whispered to her as he rocked her again and he wiped her tears away with one hand.

Fundy cautiously came over, raising an eyebrow. “Who are they?”

Wilbur paused thinking for a moment, before smiling. “Meet your new little sister my son. (Y/N), the newest member of our great nation.”

Philza (Right before Wilbur’s Betrayal)

Phil shook out his wings as he landed in a village. He needed to rest them for a bit before continuing on his journey to L’Manberg. He had gotten word of how the tides had turned badly for his sons in the new nation they made to try and live peacefully. Originally, they hadn’t asked for his aid as Tommy and Wilbur had made contact with Techno and they believed with their older brother, they could surely turn it back. Yet, Tommy had sent him a letter with worry for Wilbur’s state of mind and Phil decided he needed to be there for his sons.

Yes, he wanted them to learn the world on their own but there were some times when Phil needed to be there to help them.

Looking at the sky, the night was fast approaching so he managed to get a house in the village for the night. Keeping his sword by his bedside, he went to sleep for the night…

Startling awake, Phil heard the sounds of the village bell.

“God damn it,” Phil mumbled, scooping his sword and bag before putting his hat on his head.

Running out, he saw the cause of the panicked ringing. A pillager raid, and it was already out of control. Fires were crackling madly and blood littered the paths.

“Shit.” He swore as a pillager spotted him and he dodged the arrow before running them through with his sword.

The few surviving villagers ran from their homes and Phil went to follow when he heard a wail, the wail of a child. His throat tightened as he looked back to the burning buildings, his fatherly instinct along with his good nature kicked in.

“God…” He muttered before spreading his wings.

With ease, he was able to dodge between pillagers and ravagers alike as he followed the sound. Landing at the house that was most certainly ablaze, Phil kicked in the door. Holding his arm to his mouth and nose, he rushed in and found a small nursery, the flames engulfing the walls and ceiling. Rushing to the crib, he found the small child and quickly picked them up.

“Let’s go kiddo.” He said as he rushed back out.

Once he was outside, he took flight again and flew high enough to be out of arrow range, and flew far from the village. As he did, he looked the small child, of which he found out was female, over for injures as she screamed and cried. She had no visible injuries but Phil knew she had to have inhaled smoke. So, after a handful of minutes flying, he landed and shushed her quietly.

“It’s alright kiddo, hang on,” Phil told her quietly as he went into his bag taking out a health potion. “I got something that can help you.”

Being gentle, he gave them a few drops of the potion to hopefully clear out any smoke and heal the damage it might have done. The little girl gave hiccups and small cries.

“It’s alright. You’re safe now.” He bounced her lightly, slowing down her cries to nothing. “There we go. We’re ok. Once morning comes, we’ll find the others of the rest of your village and see if we can’t find your parents.”

The little girl’s eyes merely drooped and he gave smile before he frowned as he looked up to see the fires in the distance. They were a human child and he didn’t remember seeing any humans running away with the survivors but he’d try. And if not…

“Don’t you worry, I’ll take care of you,” Phil assured the now sleeping infant.

Technoblade (Start of Retirement)

Techno shouldered the bag of wood he had gathered over his shoulder, his axe on his belt as he made his way home through the snow. The voices were relatively calm, not hungry for blood at the moment, and Techno was able to have a peaceful moment. As he trudged closer to his house, he slowed to a stop seeing footprints by the stairs and the voices kicked up as his thoughts went wild.

Phil always gave him notice on his walkie if he was on the way and whoever had been there had gone up the stairs then walked away in a different direction from where they came.

The voices were bringing up the question of if he was being scouted out. Who could have found his house? How did they find it? They started to demand blood.

Technoblade took his axe off his belt while putting down the bag of wood. Going towards the porch carefully, he held it ready to expect the worse when he entered his house but he didn’t even go up the stairs to find something. On his doorstep, there sat a large huddle of blankets.

Furrowing his eyebrows, he came up to the huddle carefully and slowly with his axe raised. Stopping when it was fully in view, he stared in even more confusion.

“What the hell?” He questioned, lowering his axe slightly as he looked around the snowy tundra. “Who leaves a child on my doorstep!”

In the middle of the huddle of blankets was a sleeping child, who wiggled slightly at the loudness of his voice.

They’re an orphan now

You know how you feel about orphans

Blood for the Blood God

Techno winced at the sounds of the voices as he looked at the child. They were right…they were an orphan now. Someone had left them on his doorstep and now they were abandoned. He gripped his axe tightly as he looked down at the infant.

It’d be quick and easy…

The small human opened their eyes slightly, squirming slightly as they saw him. Techno’s grip loosened, the voices screaming in protest. They were so small and so defenseless…he wasn’t calling for blood anymore.

Grunting, he put the axe away, going back down the stairs to grab the bag as he clenched his jaw at the loud noises of the voices before going back and picking up the child with surprising gentleness as the child was startled slightly. He shouldered his door open, dropping the bag of wood next to the unlit fireplace before making his way upstairs to his bedroom. He put the child down, who watched him in silent curiosity as Techno took the walkie off his belt.

“Phil, you there?” He questioned into it.

It took a minute but the device crackled.

“Yeah, what’s going on?”

“I got a…issue. Come over as soon as you can.”

“An issue? What kind of issue?” Phil asked in surprise as usually, Technoblade could handle most of his issues.

“It’s hard to explain, just come over.” Techno rubbed his temple at the screams of the voices.

“Alright, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

He put the walkie down as he looked over at the child watching him.

“What?” He huffed.

Then the child gave a small giggle, trying to get their hands free to hold them out to him. The man stood there in shock as his heart melted. He had not felt something like that in a long time. Scrunching up his nose slightly before coming over and taking the infant out of the blankets and holding her as he used to with Tommy.

“What the hell am I going to do with you?” He muttered and the small human held lightly onto his shirt, making even the voices slow down.

He down a level in his home to wait for Phil, keeping the child in his hold as he just decided to do his normal routine. He started a fire and began to brew a few potions when the knock came on his door.

“Come in.” He called.

In stepped his father, who immediately dropped his bag in surprise seeing what Techno was holding as he added a new ingredient to his potion.

“Hello.” He greeted the older man without looking at him.

“What the hell did you have?” The older man questioned.

Techno looked over at him confused. “Blaze powder.”

Phil took his hat off as he ran a hand through his hair. “I meant the baby!”

“Oh! Yeah, this.” Techno said casually, the older man freaking out. “Someone left them on my porch.”

“Oh god…are they ok?” Phil asked, coming over.

“Yeah, they’re fine. They were swallowed by blankets.”

The child tried to take a bottle in their hands and Techno simply moved it from them and kept working like it was the most natural thing in the world. Phil stood in surprise at how casual Techno was, he knew about the orphan thing and how vicious the voices in his head could be.

“What…what are you going to do with the child?”

“That’s why I called you,” Techno said, before holding the child to the man. “You take it.”

“What?! Techno, I can’t just take this child. I…” Phil’s hand shook slightly at the thought of Wilbur. “I can’t have another child right now. And L’Manberg will question where I even got them in the first place.”

“Well then what do I do with it?!” Techno huffed as he was surprised by the quietness of the voices.

“Well…you could take of them.”

“I don’t know how to take care of a child. I don’t even like children, have you seen me with Tommy?” Techno rolled his eyes.

“You seem to like this one.” Phil pointed out as Techno was holding them willingly and at the gentleness, he had with them.

Techno frowned as he tried to think of a good reason. “That’s because they’re quiet.”

“Look…I know you don’t want to hear this but maybe you should look after them, even just for a while. I can see if I can find someone who wants a child.”

No, you found them.

They’re rather cute…

Keep them!

The voices had done a full turn around from when they first saw the child. They were demanding Techno care for them and protect the fragile being. Techno couldn’t disagree with them because in his heart…he wanted to protect the child that had been left on his doorstep.

“Fine, I’ll take care of them for a while but you need to help me, I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.”

Phil chuckled. “Of course, son. We should look them over first to make sure they’re alright.”

Techno rolled his eyes but agreed, listening to Phil as he told him what to do. The father was smiling proudly as even though Techno was frustrated with the new task, he continued with it. Once she, as they discovered, was checked over, Phil put a hand on his son’s shoulder.

“What do you want to call her?” Phil asked.

He looked down at the child, who was giggling as Phil smiled at her.

“Blood Child.”

“Techno!”

Later, Techno actually decided on (Y/N) and for once, the voices were on his side.

Eret (Before the founding of L’Manberg)

Eret chuckled to himself as he walked down the path back towards his castle. Tommy’s antics for the day had been particularly ridiculous that it still brought a chuckle to the older gentleman as he went back to his home. He knew the days around the Dream SMP certainly wouldn’t be boring.

Walking to his castle, he stopped as he noticed a basket left in front of the door and peered inside.

“Why hello there.” Eret smiled seeing a small face peering back up at him as they squirmed slightly in discomfort. “What are you doing here little one?”

He carefully picked up the basket and went inside his castle. As he got to his bedroom, he carefully took the infant out struggling a bit but managed before searching a bit in the basket.

“Hmm, no note or anything.” He muttered as he looked at the child squirming around. “Well, someone made a mistake leaving you behind. Let’s see if I can’t figure out what’s making you so fussy.”

After a bit of trying, first checking to see if she needed a diaper, he figured she needed some food and managed to get milk, putting it in a clean potion bottle to help her drink it easier. That also took a few trials, but he managed to help her drink until she stopped fussing.

“There we go, now I can see your lovely face better.” He smiled as he sat on his bed, wiggling his finger in front of her making her giggle.

As he played with the small girl, he frowned slightly as he looked over the basket that she had been left in. Why would someone leave someone so precious on the doorstep of his castle? It was truly a shame for those that did leave the little girl as Eret couldn’t help but slowly smile again as the little girl grasped onto his finger.

“You’re not going to have to worry little one. You can stay here with me and you can be the princess of this castle.” He promised her, hugging her lightly, making her giggle. “I’ll make sure you’re safe and happy. It will take me a little while to learn how to do it all properly but I’ll learn. How does that sound…(Y/N)?”

He chuckled as he moved his head back as she reached for her glasses. Yeah, this sounded like a beautiful idea.

Dream (The Very Start)

Dream rolled his eyes behind his mask as he heard George screaming in the distance, Sapnap laughing wildly in return. Those two never know how to stop.

“Come on you two! We need to build a house before the night comes.” Dream called to them. “Stop goofing off.”

Yet, he could still hear George’s high-pitched scream and he just chuckled and shook his head at his friends’ behavior. They were the company he kept and he honestly wouldn’t trade them for anything.

Eventually, they did stop screwing and they were able to get to work on building their first home of the new land they had. The three of them joked and there was some arguing still between Sapnap and George but it just made it peaceful for the three of them. It was how their lives were.

Dream went to go look for some sheep to get wool for beds before night fully struck, leaving the two “children” at the house. As he went searching, he jumped when he heard the sound of screaming, but it wasn’t liking George’s scream. It was quieter but still a scream.

“Hello?!” Dream called as he pulled out his stone sword.

As he went towards the noise, he realized it wasn’t a scream of terror as he first thought it was. No, it was a screaming cry, the kind a child would make. He started sprinting at that thought and skidded to a stop as he found the infant that was making the sound laid on top of a rock, a group of three zombies trying to get it.

Dream gripped onto his sword before shouting to get their attention and moved back, quickly taking care of the mobs. He pushed his smiley mask to the side of his face as he finished them off and rushed over to the baby.

“Hey! Hey. It’s ok now.” He told them as he climbed up next to them, dropping his sword at the bottom. “All the bad things are gone.”

He gently picked up the baby, shushing them as he put a hand on top of their head. Slowly, they quieted down and Dream smiled wiping their tears away.

“Hey, there you go. See? There’s nothing to cry about.” He chuckled before screwing his face up to look funny.

The child giggled and he grinned.

“There we go. Now, let’s check you out.” He muttered, looking them over. “No injuries. That’s very good princess. Now, what are you doing out here?” He asked as he looked around, seeing no signs of human life other than the two of them.

Dream’s blood boiled slightly. Someone would just leave a child out here? If it wasn’t for him, she would have died!

“You got nowhere to go huh? Well, you don’t have to worry.” He said, carefully sliding down.

He picked up his sword, putting it back in its sheath, before walking back towards his friends.

“I’ll take care of you. You’ll be the princess of our new land! You, me, and your two idiot uncles.” He laughed, the tiny girl giggling at the sound. “And I’ll make sure you always have a reason to smile.”

#mcyt x reader #mcyt fanfiction #dreamsmp #tommyinnit x reader #wilbur soot x reader #technoblade x reader #philza x reader #eret x reader #dream x reader

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