#Jack teases but he secretly loves his little sister

[thebananaiscold]

Randomly thought, hey what if Jack and Jill were identical twins, but they also had another little sister who lived in heaven that basically watched both of her siblings fall and get banished from ever returning to heaven. Maybe she accidentally does something wrong and gets banished herself and then they all have a little family reunion.

When your siblings are both 8-9 foot tall monsters and you’re just a 5’2 lil bean.

[youunravelme]

head start

author’s note: s/o to @ethancale for making me come out of a writing slump of like two/three years. it should be noted that the reader is one year younger than jack. it should also be noted pt. 2 that i am just now understanding hockey so if the timelines don’t match up or i mess up terminology, oh well, i tried. this is my first thing i’m posting on here so please be nice, or don’t, i can’t tell you what to do.

pairing: jack hughes x reader

summary: you’ve had a crush on the middle hughes brother for as long as you can remember. and really, why wouldn’t you? he’s everything. so why would he ever fall for you?

warnings: a little mention of drinking. cursing? writing in all lowercase? is that a warning?

13/14

summers at the lake house used to be fun, full of wakeboarding, the scent of sunscreen, the feel of fresh water hitting you in the face. but that was before you turned thirteen. before you realized your best friend unintentionally sent a shiver down your spine that couldn’t be blamed on a cold wind.

and it’s not like he noticed, jack hughes still referred to you as his little sister as he tousled your hair. you were just fortunate enough that he was too focused on hockey to really care about other girls so you didn’t have a direct line of comparison. 

“are you gonna come swim or not?” jack burst into your kitchen, your parents, who sat at the table with you, didn’t even bat an eye. you had a spoonful of cereal halfway to your mouth that was quickly dropped back in the bowl.

“why? are you bored?” you teased, secretly hoping this would be the moment he confessed his undying love for you, but he just shrugged and moved his wet hair out of his face.

“i need someone to help me drown luke.” your heart sunk a little bit, but what did you expect? a love confession in the artificial lighting of your kitchen?

you sighed and pretended to think about it, like you weren’t two seconds from sprinting upstairs and changing just to spend time with him. “alright,” you started, not missing the way he smiled in triumph. “just let me get dressed.”

while you changed, he made small talk with your parents. your dad was really into hockey, and probably resented not having a son who would play though he would never admit it.

you came back downstairs dressed in a one piece (your parents still insisted you were too young for bikinis) and lathered in sunscreen. “let’s go!” you said as you ran past your parents and out the back door. 

“race you to the water!” you screamed over your shoulder as you sprinted barefoot towards the dock. you could hear his feet pounding behind you, knowing you only had a few seconds before he inevitably caught up, you pushed faster.

only for him to beat you at the last second, jumping straight into the water with you following shortly after.

“you had a head start and still couldn’t beat me!” he yelled at you once you breeched the surface.

pretty was the only word you could think of to describe the way he looked at that moment with water falling down his face and the sun lighting up his eyes.

“you okay?” he asked, his voice softer than before.

“i--”

“incoming!” luke launched himself over you and jack, splashing the both of you and ruining whatever moment you thought you were having.

if you were hesitant about helping jack drown his brother, you were sure now.

17/18

“new jersey's a long way from michigan,” was the first thing that came out of your mouth when you saw jack after he was drafted. you both sat on the dock outside his house, feet dangling in the water, shoulders close enough to brush against each other.

he shrugged it off, like he always did. “that’s why we have phones.”

but a phone can’t recreate your hugs or the way your laughter feels inside my chest is what you wanted to say. but you settled for: “you’re right. but you have to promise to always pick up when i call.”

“that’s a hefty promise.”

“this is a hefty friendship.” he still didn’t look convinced. “look, it’s not like i’ll call when you’re at practice or every friday night. i just don’t want you to forget about me when you become rich and famous.”

jack laughed like it was the funniest thing he ever heard. “i could never forget about you.”

your heart soared in your chest much like the birds above the lake. everything about what he said sounded sincere and it lit a flame in your stomach that you’d never experienced before. 

“i mean,” he continued. “ at the very least, the buck teeth you had as a kid are seared into my mind. i couldn’t forget those even if i tried.”

and there it was: the reminder that he’d always see you as a child, even if you were only a year younger. it sucked knowing he’d only ever attribute you to your awkward phases and never the growing woman you were slowly becoming. the year age gap never seemed like a problem when you were younger, but the older you got, the more he seemed to reference it.

a flicker of confusion appeared on his face before you realized you hadn’t laughed at his “joke.” so you plastered a smile on your face and playfully rolled your eyes. “funny,” you said because it was easier than confessing that it hurt.

“hey,” he started, bumping his shoulder with yours. “regardless of what happens, you’re still my best friend.”

“and you’re mine.”

and maybe that’s as far as your relationship goes, maybe you never get to experience what his lips would feel like on yours, but you’d settle for sunsets on the dock if it meant he could stay a little longer.

18/19

his rookie year might’ve sucked, but your senior year didn’t. you don’t know what it was, maybe it was your hair, or the fact that you cared a little bit more about your appearance, maybe it was because you stopped giving a fuck what others thought and just lived your life.

or maybe, and the saddest maybe, was that you stopped being jack’s little shadow.

you used to wait around for him to answer the phone, knowing his practice schedules and games like the back of your hand and working around them. you’d watch him play on the tv and wait two hours before attempting to call him. and to his credit, he did pick up the first month of living in new jersey, but then it was every other call, then every other week, then once a month until you stopped calling altogether.

luke noticed the difference, often walking over to your house to find you not at home, only to see you getting out of a car at 2 in the morning, stumbling drunk up to the front door.

he caught you one day in the hallways of school between classes. “are you alright?”

you opened your mouth to answer, but you were cut off by a pair of lips swooping down and planting one on you. your boyfriend, matt, mumbling a quick hello before he headed to class.

“sorry about that,” you said once matt disappeared down the hall. “what were you saying?”

luke didn’t say anything for a moment, just stared at you and the retreating back of your boyfriend. “jack’s in town tonight for a game last one of the season, just wondering if you were going.”

“did he get tickets?” you asked.

luke nodded. “one for mom, dad, you, me, and rachel--”

“rachel?” you said quietly, already feeling the dread rise up in your chest.

luke rolled his eyes, not taking notice of the panic bubbling underneath the surface of your body. “jack’s new girlfriend,” he explained. “she’s nice and all, just not who i saw him being with.”

“oh,” you said. then a beat later, “can i bring matt? i’ll pay for his ticket.”

luke looked hesitant but nodded anyway. “i don’t think it’ll be a problem, let me text jack and i’ll let you know.”

by the end of the school day, you got a text confirming that matt could come, ellen and jim opting to just pay for it instead of bothering jack about it.

the game itself was good if you ignored jack’s mediocre performance, something you never thought you’d ever say out loud. and for the most part, you didn’t pay attention, choosing to focus more on explaining the game to matt. when the game ended, you kept close to matt and luke, ignoring the excitement of rachel (who was not as bad as your jealousy led you to believe), and completely unaware of the looks ellen and jim kept shooting each other. 

after what felt like ages, jack finally appeared from the locker room, freshly showered. rachel ran up to him first, hugging him tightly before he could even take in the appearance of anyone else. 

“you did great, babe!” she cheered.

you had to keep a snort to yourself because he did not, in fact, do great, and judging by the look on his face, he knew it too. 

jack pulled away from the hug and finally looked at who came to support him, but his eyes stopped on the arm around your waist. three things seemed to happen at once and so quickly that you couldn’t really understand their meanings. his eyes darkened, his jaw clenched, and he swallowed like he was being force fed something he could barely tolerate.

but they all disappeared in the moment his parents hugged him, luke following up with a smaller hug until the only people left to greet him were you and matt. 

“hey,” you said, unsure of how to greet someone who essentially dropped off the face of the earth.

“who’s this?” he asked, eyes locked on yours.

you furrowed your brows. after months apart, little to no communication, this was how he greeted you? but a quick glance at his family and rachel told you it wasn’t the place to pick a fight.

“this is--”

“matt, i’m her boyfriend,” matt cut in, extending a hand to shake.

jack glanced at the hand and then you before hesitantly reaching out to shake. “jack, her best friend.” was all he said.

but matt didn’t stop there. “the one who stopped answering her phone calls?” he asked right as you felt the blood drain from your face. he tilted his head to the side to appear innocent, but you were familiar with that gleam in his eye.

jack didn’t back down, he just clenched his jaw. “and you’re the boyfriend no one mentioned? must sting, knowing you weren’t important enough to be invited in the first place.” he smiled and shrugged before turning around, kissing rachel, and heading back towards the locker room.

you shot a glare at matt before chasing after your best friend.

“jack wait!” he stopped walking, but didn’t turn around until you tugged on his wrist.

“what?” he asked, sounding tired and burned out, unlike the heat of his words just seconds before.

“i’m sorry he said that, he’s usually not...” you trailed off.

“such a dick?” he deadpanned. “i’d hope not.”

“jack...”

he held his hands up. “sorry. that was out of line.”

“little bit.”

jack sighed and ran a hand down his face. “why didn’t you tell me you were dating someone?”

you looked at him with your brows furrowed once again. “when should i have done that? the fourteenth or fifteenth phone call you didn’t answer?”

“i’m sorry--”

“you broke your promise, jack. and i get it, you’re busy but you said you wouldn’t forget about me and you did.”

“i never did!” he insisted. “listen, i know there aren’t enough excuses in the world to make up for how i’ve treated you the past few months, but i didn’t forget about you, i swear. i just didn’t want you to hear about hard it was playing professionally, i didn’t want you to be disappointed in me. my family’s reactions were hard enough.”

“i never thought less of you, jack. i was just waiting for you to talk to me about it.”

“well now that we’ve established that i’m an idiot for ignoring you, can i take you and everyone to dinner? as a treat for being a shitty best friend?”

for the first time that night, you left a genuine smile grace your face. “of course.”

you broke up with matt two days later.

20/21

when you were younger, you dreamt of going to ivy league schools and living out the dark academic lifestyle, but being at michigan proved to be better than anything you could’ve imagined. the culture, the campus, the sports all had you in a chokehold.

which was why you were grateful that luke continued playing hockey (as if there was any doubt).

“are you coming to my game this week?” he asked one night while you both were hanging out in his dorm. “jack will be there.”

you did a double take and nearly spit out the water you were sipping. “he will?”

“since he’s not an all star this year, he has a bye week. said he’d come see me play.”

your heart pounded in your chest. “oh,’ was all you could say.

“but if you ask me, i think he has ulterior motives,” luke said, wiggling his eyebrows in the process.

“okay stop that,” you threw a bottle cap at his head. “it’s weird and freaking me out because i have no idea what you’re implying.”

“don’t play dumb with me now,’ luke started. “you’ve had a crush on my brother since you were like twelve and you haven’t dated anyone seriously since matt.”

“and?”

“and? jack hasn’t really dated anyone since rachel.”

“he said he was too focused on hockey.”

luke scoffed. “if a guy wants to date someone during hockey season, he will make it happen. the point is, jack isn’t interested in dating just anyone.”

you blinked.

“do i really have to spell it out for you?” he asked. “jack likes you.”

“no,” you immediately replied. “i’m not getting my hopes up on a chance.”

“there is no chance! it’s the truth!”

“did he tell you that?”

“...not in so many words.” you opened your mouth but he butted back in. “but i know my brother, even better than you do, i know what he looks like when he’s in love.”

“jack doesn’t love me like that,” you mumbled.

“why couldn’t he? you’re a catch, and he’s known you forever. hell, i’d date you if there was a chance that you’d go for me and that jack wouldn’t absolutely murder me.”

“you’re out of your mind, luke,” you said before standing up. “and i’ve got to head home. i’ll see you at the game, alright? don’t suck.”

a few days later, you found yourself freezing your ass off sitting front row when a sweatshirt was tossed onto your head as someone plopped down in the seat next to you.

“why can’t you ever remember to bring a jacket to these things?”

jack.

you smiled and shoved him in the arm. “you made it!”

“of course i did, wasn’t gonna miss seeing luke play.” when you took a look at him, you noticed how his hair had gotten longer but was hidden under the baseball cap he wore, probably in a sorry attempt to keep things low-key.

“how have you been? how’s the team been?”

jack clutched at his chest. “you mean you haven’t been keeping up?”

you rolled your eyes but laughed anyway. “it’s better to hear from your mouth than random sportscasters.”

“it’s better, i really love it.” you made eye contact and for a second, the chatter around the room dissipated. the only ones who mattered were the two of you. “how have you been? how’s school?”

but you were lost in the cerulean color of his eyes. all you could muster to say was “fine,” before the buzzer went off, signaling the start of the game and snapping you both out of whatever trance you were in.

when one of luke’s teammates scored, you both jumped up and screamed, but it was jack who leaned down and yelled over all the noise. “you better cheer this loud when you come to my games.”

“i don’t think so!” you yelled back. “luke is my favorite hughes brother, now.”

you barely got the words out before his hands attacked your sides, pulling shrieks and laughs out of your mouth. “take it back!” he said. 

you kept laughing until you couldn’t take it anymore. “fine! i take it back.”

“say ‘jack is my favorite hughes brother.’“

you opened your mouth--

“no wait, say ‘jack is my favorite hockey player of all time.’“

you rolled your eyes but did it anyway. “jack hughes is my favorite hockey player of all time. there, you happy?” he nodded and suddenly it didn’t matter that you had to sacrifice some of your pride. how could you care about anything else when jack hughes smiled at you like that?

you both met luke down by the locker rooms, jack swearing to take you both out to dinner to congratulate his brother on a game well played. the three of you went to a small diner in town. luke sat on one side of a booth, jack on the other. you stood contemplating which seat to take before jack tugged you into the booth beside him, throwing his arm over your shoulder like it’s always found a home there. luke smirked but said nothing.

it would be another few weeks before you got to see jack in person again. both of you tiding yourselves over with facetime calls and texts.

he brought up being in town for another game and wanting you to attend. you drove yourself and luke to the arena, dressed in jack’s jersey you bought from a merchandise section.

“i’m sure he would’ve given you one if you’d just asked,” luke said.

“it’s not that big of a deal.”

“jerseys are expensive.”

“thanks luke, i had no idea.” 

“i’m just saying, you could’ve gotten it for free. he would’ve done it gladly.”

by the time the both of you made it to your seats, the game was about to start.

jack was having a great game. with multiple assists and goals scored, you found yourself wondering how he was even human. there were seldom times where you and luke were actually seated because the both of you were cheering and jumping so much.

at the end of the game, both you and luke made your way down to the locker room, waiting for jack to finish with the interviews as he got off the ice.

“don’t look so nervous,” luke said. “he’ll be happy to see you.”

and sure, that was true, but there was something about that night that felt different. he kept moving his sweaty hair out of his face and glancing around. it wasn’t until he caught sight of you and luke, that jack quickly wrapped up his interview and all but ran towards them.

“good game jack,” you smiled. but his was brighter.

“you came,” he breathed. you could vaguely register luke walking away, but didn’t think much of it.

“you asked me to, why wouldn’t i come?”

“you’re entirely too good for me.”

“jack what’re you talking about--” but your words were cut off when his hands grabbed your face and pulled your lips to his.

it didn’t feel like fireworks, or butterflies, or anything you imagined it was be. it felt like coming home. like the culmination of all your dreams met in that exact moment. his lips were chapped and he smelled like sweat but you couldn’t have imagined this moment any more perfect than it already was.

you only stopped when the need for air overrode the need to stay close to each other.

“what was that?” you whispered.

“a few years in the making,” he replied. “how long for you?”

“since i was twelve.”

he laughed and kissed you again. “you had a head start and i still beat you.”

fin.

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

HIII i have a request for some platonic HC with Tom x reader who's in love with Bill. This is based off of my dr self :P

Basically reader and Tokio Hotels have known each other for yearssss, but reader met Tom first so they just have some big best friend connection yk ? Then reader has started to crush on Bill and Tom noticed and like would he help reader to confess or.juts tease them a lot interviews and in front of Bill ??

(Hello! Sure I can and I had fun writing this! I hope you enjoy!)

Tom Kaulitz x Bsf!Reader

You've probably known them since y'all were kids

He was the type just to flirt with you for the fun of it

It wasn't anything romantic and shit and you would flirt back and fight non-stop

You both just annoy each other for the hell of it

Most videos are just you drunk, singing on stage, fighting, flirting or anything together

He could be the best friend to have ever or he could be a jackass also a best friend to have

There is no in-between

He could be protective of you when things go wrong but dw because you do the same

He hated when talking about crushes and boyfriends and girlfriends when young

Yeah, he likes women but when he was younger it was different then when you guys grew up

He would playfully yell to a guy in public you were checking them out

Or that you were single

Was playfully trying to hook you up with people but if they took it serious he's like

"Ayo, nevermind let's go!"

He didn't really want you to date because your like his sister with that connection you have

You guys could go to each other for anything and talk about the most jacked up shit

He did a full 360 when he seen you had a crush on Bill

It was probably your behavior around him and Tom was just staring suspiciously

He cornered you after because he noticed you looking at his brother and with a smile that was a bit too suspicious

"Ew, ew, ew. No, (Name), why?!"

That's his reaction you figuring out the crush

Is trying to curl into himself and not break down on the fact his best friend has a crush on his brother!

Twin brother in fact!

He was almost crying into you

"Bitch, no! I could treat you better, whatchu mean?!"

He plays around like that but seriously

What do you mean?!

He was like

"So you are pretty much dating me because he's just another version of me?"

"You guys are two different people, born at the same time, Tom."

Tom is trying to buff out any talk Abt his brother with you

"I was born first so actually, he's just another version. Get your facts straight, hoe."

He calls you shit like that dw, it's more like a brother sister relationship than a friendship

Is mean mugging his brother because he's "stealing" his best friend

Tom feels like choking him but also being happy his little emo brother has a actual shot

Acts like he's your brother and interrogates Bill instead when you guys get together, if you do

"If you hurt her-"

"I'm your brother?! You should be having this conversation with her!"

"I like her better."

He feels his eye twitching when you and Bill touch

When you and Bill sit next to each other in interviews he sits his big behind between you two

Smiles at the camera as you pull like pulling his hair out his scalp

Is constantly teasing you when it comes to your crush on Bill

Bill probably knows and is a victim of the teasing too

He blabbed to Gustav and Georg and they're in on it now

He constantly does that thing were you push your friend towards their crush into them

Tries to get you with Bill passive aggressively while saying he doesn't give a shit

Is secretly rooting for you two so you would be stuck with him forever

In the far away future when you marry Bill and Gustav, you practically married Tom too

Teases you in interviews and literally anywhere

Especially in front of Tom

He finds it just so funny

When you talk to Bill and you laugh, you just turn to see Tom's face and it's just a smirk with him raising his eyebrows at you all weird and shit

Y'know those memes, you'll understand

Please shut him up and get it over with

He probably got so fed up he yelled

"Bill! You fucking idiot, she likes you, you like her! Fuck or get it out so I can live in peace!"

Stuffed you guys in a hotel room and would not let you guys out

He was tired man, you gotta understand

If it worked, he'll always brag fans favorite relationship happens because of him

If it didn't, you always brag the death of Tom Kaulitz was at your hands

[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

Hey, it's been awhile!

So, I don't know if you know about the Disney Villain Recruiters. You might have heard some whispers about them if you've been in the twst fandom long enough. They're a very niche part of Disney Japan, so don't be surprised if you don't know them. They're basically minions of disney villains turned human in order to recruit new minions during Halloween at Tokyo DisneySea. There are a number of videos of them on YouTube (I recommend dahjEt_'s channel)You can find out more about them here: Disney Villain Recruiters: An Introduction

And this is pic of them:

I was just thinking recently about how they would approach Yuu and the shipping war within the House of Mouse.

People in the fandom pretty much agree that Jack Heart is Ace's older brother. Jack teases Ace a lot about being so far behind in the shipping race despite being Yuu's best friend. He's on the RiddleYuu ship his Queen and all of Wonderland, but he secretly ships his brother with Yuu.

Eight Foot Joe totally sympathizes with Yuu's situation being overworked by Crowley as he himself is overworked by Ursula. Joe is secretly a Chad, just a tired Chad. He gives some pretty good advice to Azul on how to woo Yuu.

Veil on the other hand gives pretty bad advice to Rollo about how to pursue Yuu. Farja is also enthusiastically shipping JamilYuu

Apple Poison, aka tall Apple Boi, and Lady Hock have soft spots for Yuu in spite of their stoicism. They don't care much for the shipping war, but they're protective of Yuu.

Mr. Dalmatia and Pretty Scar are pretty much like the animal children when it comes to protecting Yuu. They're both like the "Get you dog" vine. In fact, I actually did an animation of them a little while ago. You might have to scroll down a little to see the video: https://www.tumblr.com/tickledpink31/720236920779800576/bio?source=share

Hi! It has been a while - how have you been? I hope you're all good.

So I have heard a thing or two about the Villain Recruiters - like I saw a post with a picture of them in a Disney Villain blog once but I have no idea who they are but now hearing about their job - wow the idea is absolutely fantastic and would totally get me to join the dark side!

I have a soft spot for the villainous henchmen so I can imagine the sort of shenanigans they would get into with their animal counterparts - Eight Foot Joe mucking about with Flotsam and Jetsam, Malfie and Diablo side-eyeing each other whenever the goblins mess up because they are the only competent henchmen there, the list goes on...

Also I just want to say that I absolutely love your art - the drawings? excellent. the video? phenomenal.

I lowkey think that this would cause a smaller war between henchmen over who Yuu's favourite 'older brother/sister' is.

I also have the mental picture of Yuu being a precious smiling sunshine girl and then you have the NRC boys and Disney Villains as dark shadows looming behind her, their eyes promising a tortuous death to anyone that looks at her.

Personally, I don't really understand the Jack as Ace's brother thing since he seems to work directly under the Queen, who had long since passed since passed before Ace was even born (also isn't Ace supposed to also represent the Jack of Hearts since he steals the Queen's tarts just like the Knave of Hearts (otherwise known as the Jack) did in the poem/book?) - but then again I consider Maleficent to be Malleus' grandmother even though that's completely impossible so I'll let it slide. Plus it makes Ace's behaviour towards Riddle and the Queen's rules even more hilarious if you consider his brother is one of the people who enforces them. Just wait until Riddle finds out - he'll have a conniption!

I don't really know enough about them to write anything more specific but the idea sounds awesome!

[yukidragon]

Do you have more Jack's family in STT AU? I reallu adored them! ❤️💛💙

You’re in luck! I just happened to see a very lovely picture of the family over here on twitter of our favorite clown family. It might be worth checking out, and while you’re there why not give the awesome artist some love?

I haven’t done too much more lore of my version of the SunnyTime Town AU than what I posted here, but I will say this picture and blurb did give me a small nudge and a couple of thoughts.

Town darling Jack is struggling to take his music career off the ground, being good with guitar and singing, but somehow having all the bad luck when it comes to getting gigs despite his popularity and how good he is at singing and playing his guitar. Oh what wacky, crazy things happen to him to thwart him every time! He’s forced to move back home with his folks and sister and get a job as a teacher.

Of course, Jack loves the kids, even if the teacher salary isn’t all that great. He isn’t ready to give up on his dream of becoming a musician. He also secretly longing for love, though he pushed dating aside to try and reach his dream.

Funny thing is Jack isn’t the only new teacher, or the only person who moved into town. Although for him he was moving back home, for the new art teacher, Alice, this is her first time in SunnyTime Town. Sparks fly for these two new clowns in town, though of course more wacky hijinx ensue to make things difficult for them to just get together. A certain puppet in particular is more than a little protective of her bestie.

After finding out about her little brother’s crush, Jane just has to meet Alice and quickly makes friends with the new clown in town, much to Jack’s chagrin. It’s just the perfect way for Jane to tease her little brother all the more when he’s so clearly pining for Alice. She meddles with their relationship, helping as much as she hinders her baby bro - for his own good of course. Someone has to look out for him and help out these two hopeless goofs.

Jane may or may not be responsible for Alice and Jack getting “accidentally” trapped in a locker or closet together after school with no one else around to get them out. “Coincidentally” Buddy was nowhere around to serve as backup either. Honey is also likewise occupied elsewhere. Funny that.

Poor Jack and Alice get pretty flustered by the whole situation, especially by the time they finally get free. Jane doesn’t admit to anything, but the first thing she tells her blushing brother when he gets home is, “You’re welcome~”

Jack, naturally, paid her back for that later. It’s what siblings do after all. Not sure how exactly, but it would have to be equally embarrassing but also kind of helpful. Fair is fair~

Naturally, at some point, Jack will have the opportunity to play a private concert for Alice. Maybe then his luck will finally turn around in ways he never expected, or maybe some more wacky things will get in his way. Who knows with these classic wacky 80′s sitcoms.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur  

[rosemaryblossoms]

The Boss man’s Grim Reaper and Kitsune fox

An introduction to my lbb oc’s

Part 1

“The loveless biker boys” of course belongs to @ewwwabug

Featuring @a21487246-duya’s oc Dusiao

Name: Vanessa Vince Trout

Alias: Vinnie

Birthday: February 21

Gender: female male

Age: 24

Height:6’9

Race(s) a mixture of German and Japanese

He is the older brother of Aubrey and Petunia Trout. He may be quiet and stoic but he is very kind and nurturing. Before his little sister died he was very social, after she died he became overprotective over the people he cared for. For his uniform, it’s kind of like a knight’s armor with small spikes on his shoulders, similar to Dice’s spikes. Also is a very good story teller.

Likes: the gang, his family, his friends, knitting, cooking, working on bikes and cars, his motorcycle his dad made for him on his sixteenth birthday, his cat Sardine (yes that was a reference), Salem’s pet dog Kermie , and his little sister’s pet snail Shelby.

Dislikes: people who hurts his loved ones, food getting stuck in his teeth, when someone doesn’t scrub the food of the dish before putting it in the sink or dish washer.

Fun facts: he works part time in cousin Sandy’s work shop, his sister died on his twenty fourth birthday (that’s why he doesn’t like celebrating his birthday, it’s the same thing with New Year’s Eve for his parents. . . They went missing and their bodies were found on that date), his favorite color is marigold, successfully murdered his sister’s killer and cooked him and fed him to Jeff, he has a thick German accent, he is still looking for his parent’s killer. (One is already dead)

Variai: he’s friends with Varai and usually buys him jars for his worms, he’s also made three knitted plushies of worms for him on Christmas.

Jatay: “he’s alright and funny in a dark way but sometimes I want to knock out the rest of his teeth but then again he’s cool, I like his uniform.”

Jeff: “I like him he reminds me of a old friend of mine, he’s chill, though I wish he would stop trying to steal my cat 🥲. . . like seriously, it’s the sixth time i caught him bringing Sar- Jeff! Please put Sardine down!”

Dice: he respects him and thinks he’s really cool, he reminded him of another old friend he has.

Ethan: is secretly friends with him.

Duke: ?

Neon: . . .No

Willam: I’m sorry who?

Sajik: ?

Jack: close friends

Dusiao: he reminds me of my dad, I don’t know if his voice, looks, or personality but he reminds me of him

Padar: “his name is familiar.”

Name: Aubrey Trout

Birthday: June 25

Gender: (he’s biologically male but she doesn’t care)

Age: 18

Height: 5’2 and a 1/2

Race(s): is a mixture of German and Japanese

He is the younger brother of Vince Trout and the twin of Petunia Trout, is the boyfriend of Salem Lunar, he is childish, is a cuddler, does zoomies at 3:am with the blanket on, She tells a lot of cheesy dad jokes, is very sweet, is a very good story teller, He’s good at juggling 🤹‍♀️, you can sometimes see her being swaddled in a blanket by her boyfriend, his uniform has a big broken heart on his chest with spikes on her wrist similar to Jatay. As well as thick high heel boots 👢, His chances of killing someone is low but never zero, is very strong.(can pick up her older brother who is almost 6’10 and Ethan, never breaks a sweat.) is very flexible, please don’t ever underestimate him because of her height. ( poor Jatay literally had to re-glue his teeth back on because he called her a midget)

Likes: the gang, her boyfriend, his family, baking, sweets, juggling, naps, hugs, cuddling, movies from 60’s-90, his motorcycle, animals, anime, flowers, and drawing.

Dislikes: cringey movie remakes, people hurting the people he cares for, being teased about her height.

Fun-facts: his favorite color is wisteria, her favorite movie is the Rocky Horror Picture Show, his original name was going to be Randy, he originally had vitiligo for his character design appearance, draws like a child.

Varai: they’re good friends, he taught him how to bake dirt cake, which he baked Varai for his birthday

Jatay: “I like that funny old man.”

Jeff: best friends, gossips to Jeff the latest juicy news.

Dice: he respects and admires Dice

Ethan: is secretly friends with him

Duke: ?

Neon: Oh Hell No

Willam: *looks at photograph* “I don’t know who he is,but he looks like the off brand version of Zuko from Avatar”

Sajik: ?

Jack: close friends

Dusiao: he reminds me of my old man. . . I miss him a lot

[simslegacy5083]

NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 8 Ep. 47: A Night on the Town

Nikita was crushed when the colleges she had applied to wouldn’t let her into their distinguished degree programs. Paul had only begun to help her process that disappointment when they heard panic from the kitchen.

Peachy’s morning fry-up had gone spectacularly awry, and in the soot-stained aftermath the whole household agreed that they needed a break.

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They settled on a trip to The Party Place, with its games, drinks, and dancing, as the best way to reset their unfortunate morning.

Peachy and Chance invited their respective significant others while Paul convinced August to swing by between classes. The outing was an excellent way for Chance to (re) introduce Bianca to the crew, as his relationship with the military officer had been moving along nicely.

The young men were shocked to meet her again so far from Strangerville. After teasing them about inheriting Chance’s good looks, she thanked them directly for helping her cut through the politics around the alien outbreak, getting details of that wild final night and their adventures since.

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The whole group made a brief visit to the crowded dance floor to let DJ Jazzy George reset their energy, but quickly moved on to calmer scenes.

After a stop at the bar to quench their dance induced thirst they split up into smaller groups to enjoy the games around the edges of the venue.

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At the bar, Nikita told Paul she was going to go for a psychology degree. It wouldn’t be a distinguished degree, but in the end she’d still be a professor and get to spend her whole life both studying and sharing her love of learning. This made perfect sense to her boyfriend, even if he couldn’t stand the pressures of tests and revising papers himself. He was terribly proud of her and looked forward to being her study buddy at their local library.

When the young couple finished their drinks, they started a game of Sixam Invaders on the big screen, inviting the group’s college expert to join them.

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Across the room from the giant screen full of alien explosions, August’s brother settled onto the couch with Jack to snuggle and watch sports.

As they chatted about their pasts, they hit upon an unexpected connection. Soccer fan Jack had studied the sports career of Peachy’s great grandfather Storm Miller before he had even considered travelling abroad. In fact, the foreigner knew more about his ancestor than he did!

Unexpectedly the outsider in his own backstory, Peachy dipped into a pun-tastic compliment to get back to more familiar ground. Jack was quite used to Peachy’s penchant for delivering silly one liners instead of traditional flirtation and had learned to return affection in the same groan worthy manner.

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Chance was also ironically feeling on incredibly familiar ground with his new girl. She didn’t talk about her family or her work, but she always seemed engaged and comfortable in the moment with him. It seemed mysterious government agencies and mysterious magical callings formed similar habits.

He was wise enough not to bring up her similarities to his longtime ex in any regard, but as they laughed together over the tale of a shopping mishap, Chance made sure she knew that jumping into this surprise outing with her was the high point of his week.

Secretly he already saw her not as his current date, but as his future family, even if he wasn’t ready to share that certainty with anyone else yet.

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When the DJ took off in the evening, Peachy couldn’t pass up the opportunity to claim the open microphone for a little stand-up routine.

His years of practice made it a smooth and comfortable set. Afterward the manager complimented Peachy on his act and mentioned their sister venue over in Evergreen Harbor. It wasn’t quite the same vibe, but he’d love Peachy to stop by there sometime and perk up the atmosphere.

Everyone was all smiles as they headed towards home. Today’s outing had been just what they needed to relax, unwind, and prepare for the future.

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[ayuki-ikuya]

Waku Waku!

SPY × FAMILY x Twisted Wonderland

Ft.Anya the Telapthic

Our favorite mind reader from SPY × FAMILY has been transported into a modern day world with magic! How exciting can this be fore her?

SAVANACLAW

𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓪 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓻

Oh my god. It's a Cheka 2.0

BUT IT KNOWS WHAT I'M THINKING

Leona HATED Anya.

Periodt

Okay, maybe he has a soft spot.

BECAUSE SHE'S A GIRL

Leona always wondered how in the seven does Cheka 2.0 know how to answer his thoughts

He came to the conclusion that it was her unique magic

"LEOOOO!!!"

he literally upped and runs

Ends up getting caught

The usual and very very very ×6 reluctant baby sitter

But (later) finds that giving Anya peanuts has her settling down quicker

𝓡𝓾𝓰𝓰𝓲𝓮 𝓑𝓾𝓬𝓬𝓱𝓲

A child.

Blackmailing Leona.

Ruggie thought Anya was a god blessed child.

He always let's you in whenever you came looking for Leona. Or hands you off to Leona.

"OI! RUGGIE!!"

"Sorry your highness, busy getting you deluxe michi katsu sandwich!"

Ruggie gets more free time to himself now.

𝓙𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓗𝓸𝔀𝓵

A CHILD!!

Jack adored Anya

Literally becomes a puppy for her

Always recieves attention, pats and scratches from Anya

Even becomes a sort of mount for her

Happens to unconsciously look for her

Tail wags when she comes into his peripheral vision

Is often the one to carry her around

OCTAVINELLE

𝓐𝔃𝓾𝓵 𝓐𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓸

Glasses shattered

Mind is bamboozled

Low-key dying

"SHE'S SO CUTE IT'S UNFAIR"

Anya is startled

Azul secretly makes merchandise with Anya being the main attraction

Is in the club of "Protect Anya club"

𝓙𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓛𝓮𝓮𝓬𝓱

"Fufu.."

Anya is scared

Always runs at the sight of (jade) the twins

The thoughts he has scares her

𝓕𝓵𝓸𝔂𝓭𝓮 𝓛𝓮𝓮𝓬𝓱

Always cries at the sight of him

She forgets that Floyd will chase her

But because she is a child, he catches her

"Shriiiimpyyyyy"

"HEEK!!!!"

Floyd is always having fun chasing or hunting for Anya

One time even tried to get her to come over with peanuts

HEARTSLABYUL

𝓡𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓮 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓼

"It's okaw nii-san"

"Hah?"

Riddle stares down at Anya

Anya stares up at Riddle

"NII-SAAAN!!!"

She's almost as bad as Floyd, but manages to always find him

But at least he won't be squeezed..

Without realizing, he became apart of the "Protect Anya" club

May or may not have bought a few figurines from Azul...

𝓣𝓻𝓮𝔂 𝓒𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻

Always Anya's go to when wanting snacks

Trey tries to rein in her peanut addiction

But ends up spoiling her

As such, Anya loves him a lot

Trey's her second favorite person

"Treyyyyyyyy!!!"

𝓒𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓓𝓲𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭

Is the leader of the "Protect Anya" club

Always posting images about Anya

#Anyachan #shesocute #lilsis #pinky #PEANUTS #ANYA #protectanyaclub

Is literally the first person who gets news about Anya and will send it to the others

Has another account dedicated to the telapathy

Anya is low-key creeped out by his behavior

𝓓𝓮𝓾𝓬𝓮 𝓢𝓹𝓪𝓭𝓮

Precious.. Child...

Literally

Is practically her bodyguard

The main transporter for Anya

Always always always always has peanuts on him

Anya's #1 favorite person

"ANYA!!"

"Ah! NII-CHAN!"

𝓐𝓬𝓮 𝓣𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓪

The bully

The main target of "Protect Anya" club

Ace is always teasing Anya

Poking fun at her

Until he received karma for it

DIASOMNIA

𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓾𝓼 𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓪

Very small child of man

Hide the child

Apart of the "Protect Anya" club

Scared that Lilia will try to adopt her

Is trying everything in his power to stop Lilia

Moment he sees the vampire holding up some papers while approaching rapidly at Anya, instant teleport

𝓛𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓪 𝓥𝓪𝓷𝓻𝓸𝓰𝓾𝓮

A CHILD

*gets adoption papers*

Come here daughteeer

^p^

Often asks Silver if he wants a little sister

Tries to bait her with peanuts

Literally does almost every method he can to adopt Anya

Has yet to have his mind read by Anya

𝓢𝓲𝓵𝓿𝓮𝓻

Doesn't know how to feel because of Lilia

Has to keep an eye on his father

Literally looks away for a second only to find his father gone

Can't take a lot of naps now

𝓢𝓮𝓫𝓮𝓴 𝓩𝓲𝓰𝓿𝓸𝓵𝓽

"LISTEN UP HUMAN! WAKA-SAMA HAS ENTRUSTED ME TO GUARD YOUR MEASLY WEAK FORM. BE GRATEFUL, WORM!!!"

Sebek is very reluctant to watch over her

But because it was ordered from his lord, he will devote himself

And then comes a similarity to Anya and his Waka-sama

they both disappear

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

He's growing insane

POMEFIORE

𝓥𝓲𝓵 𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓮𝓷𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓽

Ew

What is this?

Vil doesn't want to touch Anya

But he is often praised by Anya

So he just let's her be

Anya is often on her best behavior when around Vil

She thinks he's pretty.

Pretty rotten.

Has managed to learn to control her mouth.

But hasn't learned how to control her facial expression

"Heh."

"...what is with that smug face?"

𝓡𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓗𝓾𝓷𝓽

"MAGNIFIQUE!!!!!"

"KYAAAAAAAA"

Rook scares Anya too much

Mostly his thoughts

Most likely the first to find out she's a telepathic

Mans got issues, what you expect?

Probably the biggest reason why Vil tends to keep Anya out of Pomefiore

𝓔𝓹𝓮𝓵 𝓕𝓮𝓵𝓶𝓲𝓮𝓻

Second trust worthy transporter

"Ringo!"

"IT'S EPEL!!"

"...Apple"

Despite Epel being driven INSANE by her nicknames

He finds her fairly endearing

"Where's your pa?"

"Chi chi busy. Anya is here for Apple's apple juice."

IGNIHYDE

𝓘𝓭𝓲𝓪 𝓢𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓭

Oh god what is that

Ortho, help me-

"SHUT-IN!! LET ANYA IIIN!!"

"HEEEEK!!"

Reason 82626181 why he wants to be a shut in

𝓞𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓸 𝓢𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓭

"Nii-chan!!"

"Anya-chan!! Here to visit Brother?"

"Heh"

"my analysis detects that I am 100% correct. Let's go!"

Ortho is practically Anya's translator with her facial expressions

Anya actually thought Ortho was a mind reader

SCARABIA

𝓚𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓶  𝓐𝓵-𝓐𝓼𝓲𝓶

"WAKU WAKU!"

"WAKU WAKU!"

two

Peas

In

A

Pod

The two are so overly excited with each other.

𝓙𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵 𝓥𝓲𝓹𝓮𝓻

"Snake-nii-san don' worry."

"... At least finish chewing before speaking."

"..hai."

Jamil's job before and after his overblot became worse with Anya.

Feels like a mother with two children.

NRC STAFF

𝓓𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝓒𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓵𝓮𝔂

"BIRD TALK!!"

"for the last time I AM NOT A TALKING PARROT!!"

Literally driven insane because Anya goes after him about what is on in his head and reports to Crewel.

What a snitch

"Heh"

Literally feels bullied by Anya when she has the smug look on her face while holding onto Crewel's pants.

𝓓𝓲𝓿𝓾𝓼 𝓒𝓻𝓮𝔀𝓮𝓵

The current father of Anya

"Anya, you need to memorise these!"

"Hngh!!"

Despite Anya hating on having to study everything, she loves her newfound father

His cooking is top tier

Divus originally thought she was a puppy from her excitable nature, and so had taken an immense liking to her

𝓐𝓼��𝓽𝓸𝓷 𝓥𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓼

"LET'S GET STRONG! HA!!"

"HAH!!!"

Literally training Anya how to defend herself

Would be considered a mother hen

𝓜𝓸𝔃𝓾𝓼 𝓣𝓻𝓮𝓲𝓷

Anya is actually scared of him

Likes His familiar tho

"Anya."

"HEEK!"

Trein's thoughts are contradictory to his looks.

He's actually gushing over Anya

But Anya can't help but fear him due to the intense look on his face.

May or may not have forgotten to read his thoughts.

𝓢𝓪𝓶

"Aw, what's a cute lil gremlin like you doing' here?"

"Anya's a big girl! Anya came to go on an ooting!!"

Sam literally loves his new and favorite customer

She's always a ray of sunshine in his lil corner of the school

Always gets peanuts stocked up both to sell and to give for Anya whenever she was visiting

[twistyprefect]

Savanaclaw Masterlist

Savanaclaw Boyfriend Headcanons S/O who likes to pet them and misses their own pet S/O who wears their clothing to class S/O who likes smelling like them/steals their clothing

MC gets run over by a golf cart

S/O steals their food

Moose beastperson MC/S/O

S/O who is a popular singer

Savanaclaw with a little sister

Leona and Ruggie Poly Headcanons

Leona Kingscholar Physically affectionate S/O S/O who has to hold something in their sleep Soft Headcanons S/O gets proposed to by an RSA student

S/O who is sleep deprived

He makes S/O cry and they're upset with him

Catgirl S/O

Everything on their date goes wrong

Leona Pining Headcanons

S/O who challenges them to a chess game

S/O who doesn't know who he is

S/O who hasn't heard anyone say they love them

S/O who is asexual and physically affectionate

S/O who pets wild animals

S/O who gets turned part animal/creature like them

Jealous Leona Headcanons

S/O sends a flirty text (NSFW, minors DNI)

Male!Servant!S/O

S/O gets an accessory that reminds them of him

S/O who likes their teeth (suggestive, minors dni)

Dad Headcanons

S/O singing a suggestive song (NSFW content, minors DNI)

S/O is injured during an overblot episode

Dealing with Rook simping for MC

Shit-talking S/O

S/O gives him eskimo kisses

S/O with cold hands

Insecure S/O worried about him finding them boring

Male S/O who is very feminine

S/O is arranged to marry someone else

"I want ice cream" tiktok (Modern AU)

S/O who just just like him

Lyric inspired drabble

Accidentally calls his crush a pet name

"If i were to jump at him, he would surely catch me!"

Incredibly cuddly S/O

S/O hugs him when he kabedons them

He dreams that S/O cheats on him

Yandere: S/O escapes to their workd (TW: yandere)

Crush slaps their ass

NSFW Headcanons (NSFW content, minors DNI)

He makes S/O cry during a fight

S/O says they love him for the first time

Emotionless BF has wolf ears/tail (male reader)

S/O smacks his butt (NSFW content, minors DNI)

S/O loves fictional characters

Servant flirts with S/O

"Ohh you wanna kiss me sooo bad" during an argument

Shy boyfriend (male reader)

BJ headcanons (NSFW content, minors DNI)

Cater & Leona Poly Headcanons

"Aren't you gonna warn me about hurting them?"

S/O stays an extra year at NRC

Ruggie Bucchi S/O who can cook S/O who stays up late working Scary looking but bubbly S/O

S/O with chronic back pain

S/O with narcolepsy

S/O who pets wild animals

S/O sends a flirty text (NSFW, minors DNI)

S/O who has panic attacks (tw: panic attacks/anxiety)

Lyric inspired drabble

Shit-talking S/O

Insecure S/O worried about him finding them boring

Male S/O who is very feminine

S/O tried to drink through their mask

Yandere: S/O tries to run (TW: yandere)

Crush looks up courting rituals for him

Jack Howl S/O who bursts out crying b/c of stress General Relationship Headcanons S/O who is sleep deprived

S/O with chronic back pain

Waking up S/O in the morning

Overhears crush being teased for liking him

Lyric inspired drabble

S/O is sick (but refuses help)

"Ohh you wanna kiss me sooo bad" during an argument

S/O is upset/insecure

Crush is secretly good at shooting (Beanfest)

[zablife]

Little Harlot

Jack Nelson x Scarlett Shelby (OC)

Summary: John’s twin sister is a battle-hardened WWI field nurse who shares her brothers’ philosophy that every day back home is extra. In a bid to curb her disastrous thrill-seeking, Tommy sends her to Boston to keep her out of trouble and handle legitimate business. Tommy’s plan backfires when she meets rival gangster, Jack Nelson.

Author’s Note: This was requested by a lovely anon with a few changes. I was inspired by “Off to the Races,” by Lana Del Rey and decided to make the OC a bit wild. I hope you still like it! The story is told with flashbacks, which I will list with dates. Thanks to my beta reader @retromafia!

Moodboard courtesy of the talented @shelbydelrey

Warnings: 🔞, smut, language, mention of blood, depression, drinking, drug use, S6 spoilers maybe?

As John’s twin, Scarlett was born to make trouble. No one could control either of them growing up, though no one ever really tried. Scarlett barreled headfirst into dangerous situations for the adrenaline rush and John was the only one who could save her from her reckless ways. He had kept her from harm on numerous occasions. Once it was dragging her down off a rooftop so she didn’t fall to her death, another time it was intervening in a fight with some coppers she fought off with a blade. 

In truth, they looked after each other. When John enlisted at the start of the war, she said she’d be damned if he went into battle without her. Making good on her promise, she became a field nurse. As the war dragged on, the Shelby siblings lost faith. When the war finally ended, everyone came home changed. Scarlett returned as hollow and shattered as her brothers, traumatized by all she had seen. She felt guilty for surviving the war when so many good men had lost their lives. The deep depression that followed was profound. She was most concerned that the war had irreparably tainted her future. She often had flashbacks in the form of nightmares that would not cease even upon waking and she was no longer able to care for anyone wounded which limited her career prospects. No one would want someone like her, she thought, secretly suspecting every inch of her cursed Shelby soul was tar-black.

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Boston, 1925

Scarlett raked her long, red nails down Jack’s chest, making him hiss when she drew blood. “You never looked so beautiful as you do now, my man” she said running a manicured hand along Jack’s muscular torso to soothe the pain. He pulled her down onto him harshly taking a handful of her long, dark hair in his hand, inhaling the sweet smell of lilacs. He devoured her in an open mouth kiss making her moan. “I’m ready for you,” she cooed in his ear, rolling her hips over him. 

“Again, doll? Fuck, you are a little harlot,” he smirked against her lips. She giggled as she crawled over him, knocking over the remainder of their nightcap abandoned on the bedside table. The cognac glass fell to the floor as she reached for the tiny sapphire blue bottle she kept on hand at all times. Jack smirked at her as she tapped out a small bump of snow onto her hand. She offered it to him first and he leaned forward to snort it. Holding his nose until the burn subsided, watching as she took just as much if not more before climbing on top of him again.

Jack gently brushed the remnants of powder from under her nose, before grabbing her hips hard enough to bruise. Growing impatient, he growled, “Alright, you’ve played in the snow. Now be a good baby, do what I want, hmm?” She knew what that meant, but felt like teasing him to see if she could get the reaction she desired. She snaked down his body, letting her fingertips trail after her, lighting his nerve endings on fire. 

Jack waited for her to settle between his legs, watching as she took him in hand and began pumping him slowly. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment enjoying the sensation, but wanting more. Glancing up with a devilish smirk, Scarlett held held his gaze as she ran her tongue along her upper lip hungrily, torturing him with what he wanted most.

“Look at me, Jack, don’t close your eyes,” she instructed in a breathy voice full of need. She began taking his hard length into her mouth and he couldn’t help raising his hips to her, urging her to take more. She pushed the heels of her hands into his thighs and massaged his legs in slow circles, silently urging him to be patient. Looking up through her eyelashes, she finished taking him all the way into her throat and he groaned, “you feel like Heaven to me.”  

After a few minutes, she pulled off letting her teeth graze him. He sat up with a jerk and took her chin in his hands, squeezing her flushed cheeks. She smiled sweetly at him waiting for her inevitable punishment. His eyes were dark as he slapped her hard enough to turn her head. There it was, the pleasant sting making her hot all over. “Say it,” he commanded.

“I’m sorry that I’m misbehaving,” she said in a seductive whisper, playing the game they both liked so much. Satisfied with her submission, Jack pushed her head back down for her to eagerly finish what she started. 

When they had exhausted themselves, Scarlett rolled over to retrieve a cigarette. Sitting up in bed with the sheet draped at her waist, Jack ran a finger down the curve of her breast and ribcage, sighing to himself at the sight. “Never had anybody make me feel like you, doll. You’re heaven sent.”

“You sure about that, love? Don’t you know no one alive can be always be an angel?” she replied, lacking her usual playfulness. Jack sensed a hint of sadness in her voice, but he also knew she got this way when the snow wore off. He pulled her into his chest, taking the cigarette from her fingers. She was asleep before he could extinguish it in the ashtray. He adjusted her head and swept the hair from her face to watch her sleep peacefully, something of a rare occurrence for her. He didn’t want to admit it out loud yet, but she was the light of his life.

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Flashback to Birmingham, 1921

Everyone had been home from the war almost two years, but Scarlett rarely left the house unless it was to work at the betting shop. Some days she didn’t even make it there. John had coaxed her out of the house one evening for an outing to the Garrison. The feeling of the whiskey in her veins restored some of her old mischief and she soon began drinking daily just to feel alive again. When the Peaky Blinders began selling cocaine, she and Arthur were hopeless to stay away from the merchandise. The snow restored Scarlett’s confidence and increased her sexual appetite, leading her to begin sleeping with her customers to fill the void inside herself. While she tried to hide her activities, it was apparent to Tommy that his little sister was becoming a liability. 

“You’re raisin’ hell all over town, Scarlett! Sleeping with the customers and stealing the merchandise for yourself. You give me more bloody trouble than Arthur and John put together,” Tommy said pinching the bridge of his nose to soothe his headache. She lowered her head in shame.

“I am sorry about that Tommy, but sometimes it seems as though all I have is worry and I have to shut it out somehow,” she appealed to him. “The booze and the snow are good for that,” she explained softly. He stared at her unblinking, unwilling to give her any emotional support.   

“It’s no excuse, Scarlett. We’ve been back a long time now,” he said with a hardened expression on his face like a mask concealing his emotions. Worst of all, he had an air of superiority as though he wasn’t facing the same demons.

Unable to reason with him and feeling judged, she lashed out in anger.  “Don’t you dare pretend you don’t do the same! I can smell the opium coming from your room at night!”

She had learned from Tommy how to successfully deflect an argument and knew she could goad him with her words about his own addiction. “Do you think you’re the first soldier I’ve come across who uses that stuff?”  Tommy looked away from her, knowing there was nothing he could say to defend himself. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and stared out the window with a heavy sigh. Turning back to his sister he pointed a finger at her and began to lecture her. 

“Look, you’re strong, Scarlett. You’re a Shelby. Not one of those men is gonna come and save you from your nightmares so shut the door on it and do your job, eh?” And with that, he dismissed her.

Continue reading Part 2

[guqin-and-flute]

Episode 73: Koala Chlamydia Is A Problem [My Brothers, My Sister and Me Excerpt]

[MBMSAM AU] [First Installment] [Podfics!] [Ao3 Link]

[COVER ART BY THE FANTASTIC LITTLESMARTART]

Jin Zixuan: Do we want another question?

Qin Su: Sure, yeah, got one right here. 'When I was younger, I was really skinny and weak'--hey! Hey, now, negative body talk, much! That's super judgmental of yourself!

Mo Xuanyu: And of us people who are skinny and weak right now! [teasing] Right, Yao-gege?

Meng Yao: [calmly] I'm not affiliated with you.

[crosstalk] Mo Xuanyu: [cackles]

Qin Su: 'When I was a kid, I was really skinny and weak, so I made it my mission to get as jacked as possible so people would take me seriously. I put in a lot of hard work, changed my exercise routine and diet and it worked. But now, as an adult I'm a 6 foot 7 dude--'

Jin Zixuan: [incredulous] 6 foot 7 ?

Qin Su: Just a mountain of a man. '--6 foot 7 dude with serious muscle mass--'

[crosstalk] Jin Zixuan: [sotto voce] Good God .

Qin Su: '-- and a pretty intense resting face. I routinely make children cry just by existing and everyone shoots me nervous looks in the grocery store. It gets to me sometimes. I’m not a bad guy! I just look scary. What are some ways that I can make myself less intimidating?’

Mo Xuanyu: Huh.

Qin Su: I mean, let’s see...puppies are unintimidating. Can you devise a system where you carry a few around with you at all times? Maybe in some saddle bags, everywhere you go?

Mo Xuanyu: The movies, the gym, on dates… .

Jin Zixuan: Sure, until they start pissing down your legs. Then you’re not just unintimidating, you’re the guy no one wants to stand next to at the bus stop.

Meng Yao: I mean, it still does the job, doesn’t it?

Mo Xuanyu: You could get a butterfly tattoo, like, directly on your forehead.

Meng Yao: Okay, please explain to me your thought process on how exactly that would make anyone more approachable.

Qin Su: They still want to be able to navigate human society, A-Yu.

Mo Xuanyu: Ew, why? 

Jin Zixuan: Let’s see...what makes someone approachable….Who is the least intimidating of all of us?

Qin Su: [immediately] You.

Meng Yao: [affirming] Mm.

[crosstalk] Jin Zixuan: [incredulous] What?

[crosstalk] Mo Xuanyu: Oh yeah, you’re like...you’re like a poodle. Or a--

Jin Zixuan: [highly offended] Excuse me! I'm the oldest and definitely the tallest one here!

[crosstalk] Meng Yao: [ill concealed snort]

[crosstalk] Qin Su: [pityingly] Oh, da- ge .

[crosstalk] Mo Xuanyu: Or a golden retriever.

Qin Su: Please don't tell me you think that being tall translates into you actually being scary. You’re tallest by, like, 3 inches. At most, that’s just part of the equation of being scary.

Meng Yao: And the rest of Zixuan’s equation is just filled with collared polo shirts. Which absolutely tanks the intimidation ratio.

Mo Xuanyu: That doesn't tank yours, though.

Meng Yao: I wear button downs. It’s not the same. [Vaguely disgusted undertone] Collared polos.

Jin Zixuan: Excuse you, polos are weekend wear and there is nothing wrong-- I can be intimidating!

Qin Su: [doubtfully] Ehhhhh…

[crosstalk] Mo Xuanyu: [badly stifled snickers]

[crosstalk]Jin Zixuan: I can! Just because I’ve never had to intimidate you --

Qin Su: Let's just say; citation needed

Mo Xuanyu: Please, jiejie has you beat.

Jin Zixuan: [indignant] Wha--

[crosstalk] Qin Su: He's right, gege; an unopened jar of mayonnaise has you beat. And I'm no unopened jar of mayonnaise. 

Mo Xuanyu: That shit is opened .

Meng Yao: That’s a Tinder profile quote.

Qin Su: What? 'Spicier than mayo?'

Mo Xuanyu: [half singing, half chanting] ‘My mayo brings all the boys to the yard, and they’re like-- [normal voice] this is really underwhelming.’

Meng Yao: [musing] ‘Saltier than soy sauce, spicier than mayo….’

Qin Su: Why do we always come back to food? Are our Skype calls haunted by starving Victorian ghost children? Are we possessed?

Mo Xuanyu: [mournful, high pitched, bad British accent] ‘My name is Bartholemew and I’m starving. Please, spare some mayo.’

Meng Yao: It’s your own fault if none of you bother to eat before we record. You all had the schedule.

Mo Xuanyu: [crunches loudly near mic]

Meng Yao: [falsely happy] Hey, thanks! Thank you so much, A-Yu, love the level spike on that one. Editing mouth noises out of our podcast makes my day brighter.

Jin Zixuan: [under his breath] Just...unbelievable….You all….

Qin Su: [smiling] I think we broke him.

Meng Yao: [laughing] Zixuan is limping behind the conversation indignantly, brandishing his cane….

Mo Xuanyu: [sympathetically] Awww.

Jin Zixuan: I--! I am a high powered businessman! I am trained in martial arts and archery and swordsmanship --

Mo Xuanyu: [mouth full] Oh please, gege, you’re a pod caster.

Jin Zixuan: [forcefully] I am a CEO--

[crosstalk] Qin Su: [ignoring him] I think Yao-gege is somehow the most and least intimidating out of all of us at the same time, if we're all being completely honest with ourselves and our place in the world.

Mo Xuanyu: Aww, I thought I was at least a contender!

Qin Su: Honey, you're feral. There's a difference.

Mo Xuanyu: What does a kid have to do around here to be intimidating?

Meng Yao: Learn how to chew with your mouth closed, for one.

Jin Zixuan: [indignantly] A-Yao? Are you not going to deny this?

[Brief silence]

Meng Yao: [calmly] I don't think I'm scary.

Qin Su & Mo Xuanyu: [instant uproarious laughter]

Jin Zixuan: Oh, come on! He's like...a little koala bear or something! How is that scary!

Meng Yao: [offended] Excuse me--

[crosstalk] Mo Xuanyu: [still laughing] I’m gonna pee --

Meng Yao: -- koalas have smooth brains and eat poisonous leaves all day. Are you calling me a poisonous idiot bear?

Qin Su: [wheezes] Only in private.

Mo Xuanyu: [laughter trailing off] Wait, wait, hold on. Don’t all koalas have chlamydia or something?

Qin Su: [renewed laughter]

[crosstalk] Meng Yao: [startled laugh] What?

Mo Xuanyu: Chlamydia! I think that I read--!

[crosstalk] Jin Zixuan: Oh my god, I think I’ve actually heard that. The plague, the bubonic plague, isn’t it? Or that--Some sort of--that disease people used to get where bits of you fall off?

Qin Su: Beheadings?

Meng Yao: [voice strangled from laughter] Yes, A-Su, that ancient disease the French Revolution that all koalas have--

[crosstalk] Jin Zixuan: [snickering]

Mo Xuanyu: [loud and close to mic] LEPROSY .

[crosstalk] Qin Su: Ow--

[crosstalk] Jin Zixuan: Holy shit--

Mo Xuanyu: It’s leprosy and you’re thinking of armadillos, da-ge. 

Jin Zixuan: [muttering] Aren’t we all….

Qin Su: [solemnly]  Armadillos and guillotines. Every damn minute of every damn day.

Mo Xuanyu: And I googled it, I’m right; koala chlamydia is a problem.

Meng Yao: And we’ve just found the title of this episode.

Qin Su: If most koalas have chlamydia, I feel like they have other problems they have to deal with.

Mo Xuanyu: Those pesky, promiscuous koalas!

Qin Su: Get them some damn sex ed! Use those eucalyptus leaves for protection!

Meng Yao: [pleasantly] That’s just about the worst thing I’ve heard all day.

Mo Xuanyu: Eugh, that menthol, though. Like Vicks for your dicks!

Meng Yao: I hate it.

[crosstalk]Jin Zixuan: [pained] PSA: don’t do that. Ever.

Qin Su: The voice of experience?

Jin Zixuan: I don’t think you actually want an answer to that, meimei.

Meng Yao: You people make me hate learning and also knowing things.

Mo Xuanyu: Also I've been looking it up and mountain lions are the ones that can have the bubonic plague.

Meng Yao: Choose your fighter; chlamydia ridden koala, leprosy ridden armadillo, or mountain lion with the Black Death.

Qin Su: Well, at least the mountain lion could inflict some damage. Use it like a poison delivery system, like an anthrax letter to secretly infect people.

Meng Yao: [patient teacher tone] ‘A mountain lion is to an anthrax letter, like a koala is to a…?’

Qin Su: [mock frustration] Oh, man, I know this one….

Mo Xuanyu: 'I can't come into school today, I got attacked by a mountain lion.'

Qin Su: [acting concerned] 'Oh my God, are you okay? Are you gonna have scars?'

Mo Xuanyu: 'Worse. The Plague .'

Jin Zixuan:  Okay, glad we got our animal infections all sorted out--back to what we were talking about. So, riddle me this--

[crosstalk] Mo Xuanyu: [delighted, Riddlemancer voice] Rrrriddle Me Piss, kids--!

[crosstalk] Meng Yao & Qin Su: NO!

[crosstalk] Jin Zixuan: Oh my god --

Mo Xuanyu: [laughing] I don't actually have anything today--

[crosstalk] Meng Yao: A blessing .

Mo Xuanyu: --but I'll get you next time.

Jin Zixuan: No, I need to know, genuinely, this is not a bit-- why do you think A-Yao scarier than me?

Qin Su: I mean, what's not scary about a smooth brained bear full of toxins and chlamydia?

Meng Yao: [disgruntled] Uh huh.

Mo Xuanyu: Technically, they’re not bears, they're marsupials! And I think Yao-gege is more of an armadillo--hard on the outside--

[slight crosstalk] Qin Su: --And full of leprosy on the inside. 

Meng Yao: [further from mic, keyboard tapping] 'And to Mo Xuanyu...and Qin Su...I leave... absolutely nothing, except...this bag of dog shit and...spiders…..'

[crosstalk] Mo Xuanyu: [laughing]

[crosstalk] Qin Su: Awww, A-Yu, we're being written out of his will again!

Jin Zixuan: Listeners, am I wrong? Am I crazy? He’s the size of a toddler--

[slight crosstalk] Meng Yao: [still away from mic, keyboard tapping] ‘And to Jin Zixuan...I leave--’

Jin Zixuan: He looks like a sugar glider baby that got turned into a human man--

[slight crosstalk] Meng Yao: ‘This box...of useless...tetanus filled screws….’

Qin Su: Da-ge--

[crosstalk] Meng Yao: ‘--that i...encourage him to use…--’

[crosstalk] Mo Xuanyu: [snickering]

Meng Yao: ‘As acupuncture needles.’ There. Sent to the notary. Now, what were we talking about, again?

Qin Su: Da-ge, all those things might be true--

[crosstalk] Meng Yao: [flatly] Wow.

Qin Su: But here’s a test. What would you do to someone picking on A-Yu in school?

Jin Zixuan: [immediate, sounding businesslike and slightly aggressive] I would contact their parents and set up a meeting with the school officials and make it very clear that they are never to do that again.

Qin Su: [grinning] Okay. Yao-gege, what would you do to someone picking on A-Yu in school?

Meng Yao: [calmly] Absolutely nothing you could prove in a court of law.

Mo Xuanyu: [bursts out laughing]

[crosstalk] Qin Su: I mean--

[crosstalk] Jin Zixuan: Uhhhh--

Qin Su: You see? Also-- [quick sing-song voice] 🎵 This is a joke, for legal reasons, this is a joke 🎵 [normal voice] He’s got that--that--

[crosstalk] Mo Xuanyu: [lingering laughter] Yeah, it's that menace. Da-ge, you’re like--you’re like if a duckling--okay, you remember when I brought you to Hot Topic? You were like a duckling at a Death Metal concert.

Jin Zixuan: [defensively] The music was so loud--

[crosstalk] Meng Yao: [pityingly] Oh, Zixuan.

Qin Su: You're like if a golf course got turned into a human. 

Meng Yao You're what would happen if you gave mac and cheese a social security card and keys to a lamborghini.

Jin Zixuan: [unamused] Okay.

Mo Xuanyu: [laughing] You're the lightly salted almonds of people. 

Qin Su: You're like a wholesome Hallmark movie fucked the concept of the suburbs.

Jin Zixuan: [unamused] Sure. Sure.

Meng Yao: You emanate the peril of a box of lethargic kittens.

Jin Zixuan: Wow. My own family. This is coming from the physical manifestation of a My Chemical Romance song--

[crosstalk] Mo Xuanyu: [smug] You say that like it’s a bad thing.

Jin Zixuan: -- and the woman who cries at the Land Before Time every time she watches it. I think this is a case of glass houses, here. Let ye who are intimidating... 

Qin Su: Oh, so we’re not roasting Yao-gege back?

Meng Yao: Not sure how me being compared to a STD riddled marsupial for about 5 minutes straight escaped your notice, A-Su, but alright. 

Jin Zixuan: I feel that you are all being...heinously short sighted, here. Are you seriously trying to tell me that A-Yu is scarier than me, a full grown man?

Meng Yao: I would certainly be more warranted in my concern about him stabbing me than I would about you.

Mo Xuanyu: Oh my God, gege, that was like 5 years ago and I already said I was sorry--

[crosstalk] Jin Zixuan: [loudly] What--

[crosstalk] Qin Su: Did we actually help this person? I mean--

Mo Xuanyu: We always help, jiejie.

[crosstalk] Jin Zixuan: Hold on--

Qin Su: We learned a lot about exactly how disturbing the animal kingdom is, but….

[crosstalk] Jin Zixuan: No, go back--

[slight crosstalk] Meng Yao: Dress like a middle aged accountant, share minion memes on Facebook, and buy your son a puppy so you have an excuse to talk to the dog and not people. There you go. Done.

Jin Zixuan: No, rewind--Xuanyu, you stabbed our brother? 

[brief silence]

Qin Su: [brightly] Well, that's going to do it for us today, folks--!

Jin Zixuan: A-Yu!

[crosstalk] Mo Xuanyu: It was only a little!

Jin Zixuan: How can you stab someone a little ?! 

[crosstalk] Qin Su: Thank you so much for listening in this week--

Jin Zixuan: With what ? Why?!

Mo Xuanyu: It honestly wasn’t that bad, he made it sound like--

[crosstalk] Jin Zixuan: That's not an answer --

[crosstalk] Meng Yao: [begins laughing]

Jin Zixuan: A-Yao--!

[crosstalk] Meng Yao: [still laughing]

Qin Su: [brightly]  We hope you enjoyed our enlightening romp, here! We want to thank Sister Sledge for the use of the song We Are Family. A-Yu, how about that last Yahoo?

[crosstalk] Meng Yao: [farther from mic, clearly grinning] Ohhh, boy. 

Mo Xuanyu: Okay, okay--anonymous Yahoo Answers user asks….[exaggerated, desperate voice] ‘I can’t afford a freezer. Where do I put my deer meat?’

[Outro music begins quietly]

Qin Su: [laughs] I’m Qin Su.

Jin Zixuan: [sighs, disgruntled] I’m Jin Zixuan.

Meng Yao: [grinning] I’m Meng Yao.

Mo Xuanyu: [sheepish] I’m Mo Xuanyu.

Qin Su: And this has been My Brothers, My Sister, And Me! Thank you to everyone, see you next week and remember; send your trash dad straight to jail!

[sakuramidnight15]

-HSA MC Information-

[Gacha Club Mod Ver. Below]

Character Bio

Name: Sasuke Aikawa

(Japanese: うちはサスケ)

Romaji: Aikawa Sasuke

Qoute: "Sis, wear your glasses or you'll get blind."

V/A: Tatsuhisa Suzuki (Japanese)

Aaron Dismuke (English)

Gender: Male

Age: 18

Birthday: September 5

Star Sign: Virgo

Eye Color: Pale Peach Yellow (Original Eye Color)

Coral Blue (???)

Hair Color: Oyster Yellow

Height: 179 cm

Race: Human???

Homeland: Asia

Family: Kane Aikawa (Biological Father)-(Deceased)

Takashi Mirio (Step-Father)

Kokoro Aikawa (Mother)

Haruki Aikawa (Older Twin Sister)

Hatoko Mirio (Step-Aunt)

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School Status and Fun Facts

Dorm: Tetravania (@hourglassstationacademy)

School Year: First

Class: 1-A (Same Class with Haruki, Freya, and Irelyn)

Student no. 3

Occupation: Student

Vice-prefect

Figurine-maker (Anime Kind or Not)

Master Player

Hacker

Club: Art and Photography Club

Best Subject: Combat Simulation, Arts, and Hand to Hand Combat

Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous (Can both feet count? XD)

Favorite Color: Light Yellow, White and Grey

Favorite Food: Chips (More fully Spicy), Chocolate dipped Crepes, Vanilla Milkshake, Shaved Ice, Ice-cream sandwiches,

Least Favorite Food: Squid Rings, Too much sourness, Lime, Anything Tasteless, Cakes (Especially ones with too much frosting), Ghost Peppers (Almost Passed out-)

Likes: Positivity, His family and friends, Metal Music, Video Games (Mostly), Making hand-made figurines (Mostly, anime or not) , Messing his twin sister, The Weekend, Daily Internet Updates, Digital Gameplay (Safely), Food, Sleep, Giant Blankets,

Dislikes: Negativity, Being the center of attention, Increasing Workload, Losing the Connection, Cliffhangers, Separated from his sister, Someone hurting his loved ones, His Past 'Incident', Getting Teased, No Sleep, Worrying his family (her mother and sister mostly), His Father's Death, Interruptions, His Figurines broken (Mostly),

Hobbies: Making Figurines (Mostly), Art (Mostly), Cooking, Napping/Sleeping, Cunning-like planning (Mostly), Foiling his Opponents Plans, Multitasking, Solving Riddles (Either Easy or Difficult), Making somewhat complicated battle arenas (Mostly), Star-gazing,

Talents: High IQ, Fast Memorization, Keen Eyesight, Outsmarting someone, Stating things too directly, Self-defense (either physical or weapon), Knowing someone using a tactics (In a game system), Lying, Hi-jacking skills, Mastermind skills, ???,

Nicknames: Sasuke-san (From his family and friends)

Sake (From Tatsuo)

Sasu-kun (From Chizuko)

Little Bro (From Haruki, sounds like a tease comment to him though)

Aikawa-san (From Others)

Other Nicknames:

'Scluptor-san' (Figurine-maker Identity, secretly hidden)

King (From ???)

Player no. 3 (From ???)

The Rumored Isolated Player (From ???)

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Appearance and Personality

Appearance: Sasuke has a tall and slender male body build with well fitted muscular body. He has short oyster yellow colored hair which he has often get bed hairs from time to time. He has the same pale peach yellow colored eyes like his twin sister but they can change into coral blue, strangely the trigger of it remained unknown. Sasuke has a calm type behavior but often gets irritated.

Personality: Born as the only son and youngest child in his family, he too has a decent childhood like his sister Haruki, before his biological father's death, his father reminded him to always protect his sister even through hardships which Sasuke till remembered to do it after he died.

Since it's just him and his only twin, it was hard for him to handle it... But it wasn't serious like his sister though. It took some time slowly for him to move on, and so both of them never left their sides... When separation is needed to finish the job, expect them to reunite once again.

The current Sasuke we're now seeing has a calm personality towards other people in the campus, but when he's with his twin sister Haruki though he does get irritated easily due to her teasing against him, from time to time. Which that's rather a normal thing to see between them, like his sister, he too can be on his phone from time to time.

Additional, he quite a fond of art which he knows how to make well created figurines with only using simple materials, either from anime series or a well-made characters. Needless to say, he knows how to make them well-detailed, and it took him for about a while to finish.

Apparently he seems to know how to handle Haruki and her teasing with additional of pranks and ratting each out quite good despite his irritation getting through him eventually. Needless to say, he never gets tired through it at all, not even once but he does hides on what he actually feels so he's less secretive than Haruki but more in a cold kind of way.

Aside from that of what he holds inside of him, he also easy to be impressed at something new or relates to his hobbies but a bit easier than Haruki though. Sasuke would give some friendly or snarky comments if you get close to him. Mixed with Haruki's teasing, things can get pretty crazy and even wild between those twins eventually.

Do be well beware, according to Haruki he can eventually turn into somewhat of an ice king of he gets irritated too much. He holds the same smile but an cold aura started slipping out of him menacingly, he doesn't like anyone testing his patience so much, an additional of a cold shoulder is a sign from him afterward.

Despite being the younger twin, he seems to know how to handle his sister... Needless to say, we're now seeing a daily sibling fight now.

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Trivia

-The name 'Sasuke' itself means “assistant” or “help” in Japanese. While his surname 'Aikawa' is meaning love, affection, favourite./ 川 meaning stream, river, river or three-stroke river radical (no. 47).

-He's based on a few characters. IF and Black Heart (From Hyperdimensional Neptunia), Tōshirō Hitsugaya (From Bleach), Kirito (From Sword art Online), and Itachi Uchiha (From Naruto)

-He and sister are also close friends with Chizuko and Tatsuo prior before entering to HSA. They still kept close contact.

-He has a lot of well created figurines. So he doesn't need to buy them at stores. All he did is to make his own figurines, either from the series or a self-made character that his sister creates from her games.

-He also helps his sister on her game developing and updating from time to time. But he mostly helps with the characters in there as well.

-Both siblings mostly have their daily bickering, but they trust each other backs when it comes to secrets and other reasons.

-He was also in the same accident like his sister, but strangely he too survived despite the high chances of dying.

-His voice sounds pretty normal and calm, but the tone changes whenever he's in a bad mood. Which is why I chose Tatsuhisa Suzuki for his japanese voice and Aaron Dismuke for his English voice.

-Often scolds Haruki harshly if she's being a total ass.

-Knows pretty good sign language.

-Keen eyes for discovering cheating on games and is also good at memorizing the rules of which is allowed and not allowed.

-Knows numeral coding on systems, which it's hard to read and understand.

-His Korean Name Is 'Lee Ha-Joon'.

[necros-writing-stuff]

I JUST GOT A BIG BRAIN IDEA

Mason getting a cute step-sister and lusting after her. Like they met as adults and it's not like they grew up as siblings, but he can't help the guilt he feels whenever he thinks about how her mouth or pussy would feel around his cock, or if she'd beg for her big strong brother to fuck her stupid.

And if she's secretly trying to tease him and rile him up? Even better

Better yet - she does it at the fucking wedding.

Mason sat at a table, watching your parents dance as you rest your hand on his thigh. You give him an innocent look, whispering how cute your parents look, but that hand keeps creeping up until you have his cock palmed.

No one can see, the tablecloth covering everything, the lights low, everyone watching the happy couple. He has to stare directly at his half-empty whiskey when you pull his cock out, too ashamed to pretend everything is okay and watch like everyone else. Has to grit his teeth when you lump his shaft like an expert.

He remembers the time you all went on holiday together, not long ago. How you'd worn that revealing costume at the pool, every dip and curve on display. Mason had had to have a cold shower, not that it had helped at night when the images returned and he desperately humped his pillow like some teenager.

There was one night where he had been asked to fetch your from your hotel room, you were taking too long to get ready. You had yelled for him to come in when he called through the door, and he opened it to find you completely naked on your bed. You had spread your legs in invitation, tilted your head and batted your eyelashes.

Just a little glimpse of your wet cunt had had Mason hard, but too ashamed of his own feelings he had slammed the door shut and yelped for you to hurry up.

He couldn't run away right now. He couldn't cause a scene on the big day.

He really shouldn't be letting you do this. Really shouldn't be letting you get him off, you're legally siblings and you're in public for gods sake. But he stays still and let's you jack him off.

You stop suddenly, standing up and clapping. The dance had ended and Mason has to stay sat with his cock out, looking dazed.

As he puts himself away, breathing hard, you lean in to whisper in his ear.

"Meet me in the bathroom in 5 minutes," you saunter off, hips moving side to side in your lovely dress. And Mason licks his lips in anticipation. Its too late to stop now. How would you taste on his tongue?

[deafwestnewsies]

you tell me you love her (i give you a grin)

And I'd choose our fate a million times over.

david jacobs x jack kelly (unrequited love)

read it on my ao3!

The grass crumpled beneath his boots. His shadow left a broad dent in the shade

(his body was still a marvel- when had Jack Kelly become so strong? When did Jack Kelly grow into his wimpy shoulders and snivelling ankles? When did Jack Kelly ditch his dreams of a boy to become a man?)

that towered over a lean man who was casually basking in the weak October daylight. He frowned at the sudden loss of warmth, but his eyes danced with mirth as he gazed over his former selling partner, current best friend, and long-time confidant. “Why, Jack Kelly. I thought you stood me up.”

“I’d neva, Dave,” Jack bent down in the mellow grass next to David. “They caugh’ me onna big shipment just as I was ‘bout to leave for lunch. Tell Esther that the market’ll have a good deal on trout tomorrow.”

Their heads nearly touched at the temple, and if Jack had the nerve or the gall, he could move a miniscule inch and connect their homely skin. It would only take a second- and what is a second, honestly? A moment in time? In the everlasting universe? And Jack Kelly wasn’t a very smart man, but he knew that humans only took up a small part of the whole existence of the world and a single second of humanity could manage to be wasted on the shifting of a cold, lonely wrist to lay on the freckled arm of another-

David rolled onto his side, more interested in a patch of dandelions than the market predictions for the next day. “Besides,” scrunching his nose, as if that would clear his irreverent musings on the universe, “not all o’ us are fancy medical men with all the break time they could ask fa’. I’m the big man pullin’ the weight ‘round here.”

(And it was true, to some aspects. Jack brought home honest-to-goodness bakery bread on Fridays so they could practice Shabbat without travelling, as Mayer so liked to do. He gave Les nickels to spend at the fair and bought Sarah hair ribbons for no particular reason. There was the gas bill he had paid one particularly difficult December, and the endless hours of doing various handiwork around the house when David was studying and Mayer’s old aches came to haunt him. The Jacobs’ home was also Jack’s, not because he needed it, but because they needed him.)

(He needed it too, he supposed.)

A yellow dandelion hovered over his nose, gently twirling with the teasing hum of David leaning in so close. Jack’s teeth snapped at it.

“You can drink the milk of these, I read,” David mused.

Jack wrinkled his nose. “Dandelion salad‘s only good tha first five times. Plus, it’d turn Crutchie’s tongue yellow.”

Dropping the little flower altogether, David rolled flat on his back and turned to gently nudge Jack on his shoulder with his premature wrinkling forehead. “Jackie,” he whispered.

(“I love you,” he would go on, later in Jack’s dreams. “I’ve loved you since I met you, I love you like a wildfire, I love you so much I cannot bear it, I love you like every character in all of my books, I love you.”)

“I’ve met a girl.” There was a hint of mischief in David’s tone- and Jack didn’t recognize it. There was suddenly a gated city wrapped around David’s heart and Jack was frantically scrambling for the key; For the first time, he was locked out of David’s life. He was an onlooker upon territory he had memorized by touch, by heart, by memory.

“Yeah?” If David had been paying attention, the word would have pinged around his Tin Man heart- hollow, empty, overused. “The Walking Mouth finally has someone to use it on?”

He relished in the feel of David’s uncalloused palms shoving playfully at his tanned, muscled arm. “Don’t be crass,” the boy chided. “Her name is April.”

(Jack was born on a misty-eyed April morning, with the clouds swabbed over the sun and an ominous wind blowing throughout the emptied streets. His mother had called it a bad omen. His father couldn’t fathom why.)

The crook of Jack’s elbow was full of David’s lingering fingertips; A question he didn’t dare ask left a sour taste on his tongue. He smiled at David’s far away face, his gaze belonging to a girl,

(a girl, a rotten girl, a girl that wasn’t even Katherine because that would have hurt much less, understandable even. She was an unimportant girl and she would never be enough for Davey, his Davey)

(A girl.)

and his smile was full of thorns.

---

“I can’t believe-” the words were practically ripped from his throat. “We’s goin’ so fast!”

David couldn’t drive in the technical sense, but he was captaining a true automobile as the Earth did spin. Jack sat in the passenger seat to crow at any poor little commoners that walked along the beaten path, none of them good enough to ride in the electrical engine Mr. Ford had handcrafted himself.

It had been a graduation present from a fellow doctorate student (one with a wealthy father and ill-meaning connections), a spin in his brand-new electric carriage for his reliable old pal, David Jacobs. Jack’s eyes widened to the size of half-dollars as the man passed over the keys to David- David, who had once put the wrong shoe on the wrong foot and walked around crooked all day, too proud to admit he had made a mistake- and they tried to conceal their excitement as the engine turned over for the first time.

He was going to do it. Right here, right now, in this strange man’s car, with clunky work boots on his feet and David’s spectacles sliding down the bridge of his nose.

“I love you!” Jack roared over the engine.

“I’m going to ask April to marry me!” David practically sang into the wind.

Jack’s throat closed up, his skin was set on fire, and he suddenly wanted to see what happened when you jumped from a gadget that was moving so fast.

“Wait, what? Did you hear me?” David’s hair was beginning to grow long enough that it was wild in the gust of the automobile. “I’m going to ask her to marry me!”

(When he was seven, another newsboy- only a handful of months older than him- had asked him if his momma had ever taught him about love. No, Jack had replied, both sour about being outsmarted by a kid who picked his nose and not ever having a momma in the first place. “It’s this great big tree that grows on the inside of our tummies,” the boy went on. “And one day, someone ‘s gonna come along and pick all ‘f th’ fruit on our branches, one by one, until all you have are pretty green leaves. That’s love.”)

(That same boy would kiss him in a dirty alleyway seven years later, and Jack would crack a joke about all of his apples still being intact. The boy would stare back with blank, unrecognizable eyes.)

Jack couldn’t even be angry- he wasn’t strong enough to be furious anymore, not when his days were long and the nights were spent clutching at empty bedsheets. He couldn’t be angry at his good, unselfish Davey, the boy who rubbed at his mother’s aching feet when she spent too long at the factory lines and clumsily darned socks when his sister couldn’t feel her slender fingers. There was no resentment for the beautiful, dark-haired girl who had accidentally collided with David at the grocer’s market when they reached for the same can of something-or-other. She had been nothing but kind to the gentle giant who lurked in the shadows of David’s life, telling inappropriate jokes and interrupting their dates. April always made a place for him at their table.

“That’s the best idea you’ve had all year,” Jack called out, and watched his words dance away in the wind.

---

Katherine had struck him, hard, when he asked her to marry him.

He cradled his jaw with a shock that reverberated around his skull. “Kathy, what did I-”

“You are the most selfish, careless man I know, Jack Kelly.” Her skirts whirled around her ankles- the candy-pink cotton matching other bridesmaids’ dresses to contrast the delicate white lace of April’s wedding dress. David Jacobs was now a married man, and Jack Kelly a desperate one. “We all see how you look at him. There’s not a single person who hasn’t noticed. Get it through your thick, unfeeling skull.”

(“They say,” David’s vows were memorized. His voice never wavered. “That only someone in love would truly understand the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice: a man walks through the Underworld to save his begotten bride, to only turn around and lose her at the very last second. I’ve spent years pouring over that story, wondering why Orpheus would be such a fool, such an irresponsible, lovesick fool, if he truly loved her. But now, standing before my own darling little bride, I understand. I’d turn around for one last look at you. I’d turn every. Single. Time. I’m your fool, April. And I’d choose our fate a million times over.”)

“He doesn’t love you,” Katherine’s voice was heavy with disgust. “And I’m beginning to understand why.”

---

The train ticket was heavy in his palm. “I just don’t see why you have to go,” David whispered. “Who is my son going to learn his bad habits from? Who’s going to teach him how to hawk a headline for extra change? How to poke fun at his papa?”

“He has Les.” Jack’s voice was a barely audible rumble, rusty with misuse. He didn’t talk much these days, Jack Kelly now preferred to linger in the background of conversations, the memory of a bright young man he used to be. Those days had come and gone without much complaint, even if Jack secretly yearned to be so terribly free that he believed in a future for a gangly, fresh-faced boy and a hardened boy with the silver-tongued lies.

(There were rumors, you know. About horrible men and horrible things, about broken ribs and jail time even the Mayor would disapprove of. Jack didn’t do much to dispel the irrational stories people told about him.)

(To prove a lie is false, you must present the truth.)

(Jack didn’t have a truthful bone left in his body.)

A carefully measured silence stretched between them. “Is this about…” David’s hand instinctively reached for Jack’s rough palm- a second of contact, the flash in the pan, their moment in the universe.

He withdrew from his gentle touch, and taking a bullet to his leg

(Jack was twenty-three and alarmingly brave. David was twenty-two and studying to become a doctor. They both cried as David’s unsure hand stitched an unclean wound back together- David, tears of worry; Jack, hopelessly lovesick and falling apart at the seams.)

had been less painful. “It’s about Santa Fe, Dave. Kiss Esther goodbye for me, won’t you?”

The platform to the train was busy, flowing with New Yorkers that had somewhere to be, a place to go, or a person to meet. Jack was the lone soul that took his time to feel the cobblestone under his worn-down boots, the ragged laces dragging against the streets that raised him as their own. His suitcase, a single-handled brown leather

(the only item inside was a bundle of letters, all addressed to David Jacobs)

thing, had never seen a polish rag or repairman’s case, and he felt as if he had the weight of the world to carry with him all the way to New Mexico, where the cattle roam free and Jack Kelly wouldn’t have a broken heart to board up behind slats of wood. The train whistle blew, sharp and piercing, and Jack couldn’t resist his own dreadful hubris; He turned.

And David Jacobs had already disappeared into the swarm of faceless people with their endless inventory of needs to be met, so Jack Kelly got on a train to Santa Fe.

[fandom-collective-writers]

Man (Seth Hyde x Reader)

Fandom: Ikemen Revolution

Pairing: Seth Hyde x Reader

Prompt: “If you don’t like my teasing then why are you moaning?”

Warning: Smut

Intended Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: 3,389

Requested by: @cinnatwisted

Written by: @lordsister

Disclaimer: I do not own Ikemen Revolution or any of its characters. All that goodness is the property of Cybird. I do, however, own the plot of this fanfic. Please do not repost or reblog this on any other website.

Additional Notes: This is kind of a part 2 to another Seth fic I wrote a few months back, but it can be read as it’s own oneshot piece. Here’s the link if you would like to read part 1 --> Man (Seth Hyde x Reader)

       It was impossible to forget. Ever since you had returned from your outing with Seth, the ghost of his touch hadn’t left your skin, clinging to you and making you shiver every time his gaze met yours. In mere heartbeats, your carefully maintained image of him as an older sister had fallen away to expose the man you had always known him to be but had tried hard to ignore. 

       You had feelings for him. That had been true for a long time. But you had convinced yourself that he didn’t feel the same. Every time you thought you were really getting close to him he changed the subject or ran away, so how could you have thought otherwise? Still, the words he’d murmured in your ear from within the curtained walls of the changing room, his fingers on the exposed skin of your back as he’d helped you with the buttons of a blouse, made his intentions towards you very clear. 

       "Oh, my dear, all men are secretly wolves and I may very well be one of them." 

       You shivered at the memory of his fingers in your hair, bringing a lock to his lips for a smiling kiss, your heart pounding. 

       "Though my methods are a little more subtle, I fully intend to steal the heart of my beloved unless she gives it to me herself."

       You jumped, gasping, as hands landed on your shoulders and slid down your arms, a warm chest pressing against your back. A puff of air against your ear made you flush and you didn’t have to turn around to know who it was behind you. Chuckling in your ear, Seth’s hand covered yours, taking the wooden spoon you’d been using to stir the stew. 

       “The stew’s burning, Alice!” he chided in amusement and you thought you heard yourself stutter out an apology through the sudden rushing in your ears.

       Had his voice always been so deep? You were suddenly very aware of his body behind you, the combination of his warmth and scent encompassing you and making your knees weak. You could even feel the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, each exhale fanning against your neck, and the muscles in his arms flexed for apparently no other reason than making you turn even redder.

       He hummed thoughtfully and you felt the tip of his nose brush against your heated cheek as he said, “Your face is so warm, my love. Are you feeling okay?”

       “I’m fine!” you squeaked, internally cursing the handsome male. He knew exactly why your face was so warm.

       “Are you sure? I could take your temperature if you want. We can’t have our dear little Alice getting sick now.” 

       His fingers ghosted across your forehead, displacing a few locks of hair, and you shivered despite yourself. 

       “I-I’m okay, Seth, really.”

       Warm air blew over the sensitive skin below your ear and you inhaled, body tensing in expectation for the contact of his lips that never came. “Don’t lie to me, (y/n).” His use of your real name, said low and husky, sent a throb of heat to your core and you shuddered into him, the nervous shift of your hips unintentionally brushing your ass against his groin. 

       Seth sighed against your ear and his voice was a pleasured purr as he said, “What’s this? Did what I say earlier have that much of an effect on you? You’re so cute, love~”

       “A-About what you said earlier…” you trailed off, eyes skittering to your feet as you tried to take deep breaths.

       “Yes?” he asked expectantly, hands moving up and down your arms in a strangely soothing motion. Despite how forward he was being, you knew for certain that if you told him to stop, he would, without hesitation. You felt safe.

       “Were you serious?” Your voice was a whisper and you weren’t sure he heard it until he turned you around and the tender, starry look in his eyes made your heart melt. 

       Tilting your chin up, he kissed your forehead softly. “I did. Every word.”

       “Even the part about stealing my heart?”

       He chuckled, caressing your cheek with a soft hand. “Yes. Especially that part. Because you see, my dearest…” Half-lidded chocolate eyes filled your vision as Seth leaned his forehead against yours. “My heart is already yours. It has been for a long, long time.”

       Before you could respond he was gone, pulling away from you with the ghost of a kiss at the corner of your lips and the lingering warmth of his arms around you. Your eyes met his, sparkling with affection and nervous tension, and then he was gone, leaving you to your weak knees and pounding heart and too-hot skin.

       His heart was yours… His. Heart. Was. Yours…

       The words played in your mind over and over, not quite comprehending until a sudden angry pop from the stew still cooking broke the cycle. Grabbing the stew off the stove, you sunk to your knees, cradling your flushed cheeks in your hands. Eventually, the words running through your brain faded, giving way to two others in big, bold letters.

       ...IT’S MUTUAL!

       You were distracted for the rest of the evening, barely able to pay attention when the others were speaking during dinner or when you were chatting with Luka while cleaning up later on. A nervous energy sparked and caught flame within you, growing by the second. Seth hadn’t asked for a response and he’d kept his distance during dinner, but you knew you had to give him one, wanted to give him one. The man you loved was waiting.

       “I think that’s all for tonight, (y/n),” the soft voice of the man next to you interrupted your thoughts.

       “Hmm? What? Oh, okay! Thanks, Luka!”

       The Jack of Spades smiled and grabbed his coat before moving for the door. “Good night, (y/n).”

       “Night, Luka! Sleep well!”

       You took a deep breath when you heard his footsteps echo down the hallway. Unless you wanted a sleepless night and lots of awkwardness on your part when you saw Seth tomorrow, you had to confess your feelings now. 

       Your legs felt weak, but your steps were steady as you set off down the corridor. Nerves had your heart pounding, despite the fact that you already knew your love was requited. Feet stopping as if on instinct, you looked up, blinking, to find yourself not in front of your own door, but in front of Seth’s.

       You stood there, rooted to the spot, for several moments. Now that you thought about it, what were you supposed to say? Just come right out and confess as soon as he opened the door? Wasn’t there something more you were supposed to do? And what would happen after you confessed? The knots in your stomach were winding themselves tighter the more you thought about it.

       Taking a deep breath, you squared your shoulders and rapped your fingers against the dark wood. It opened sooner than you would’ve liked and your cheeks warmed immediately at the vision that greeted you.

       Seth’s hair was down, falling over his shoulders in soft waves of blue, and he was shirtless, showing off his toned chest and abs. Only a loose pair of trousers hung around his hips and even those left little to the imagination. The look on his face was surprised, but you thought he must’ve known you would be coming to him tonight. Something about the immediate heat and delight in his gaze told you so.

       “Alice! What can I help you with so late at night?”

       “I-um! I wanted to talk with you about...about earlier.”

       “Of course!” Stepping back, he held a hand out to his side, gesturing you in with a smile. “Come right in!”

       Stepping through the doorway, you couldn’t help being very aware of him next to you, watching you. 

       “Have a seat wherever you like,” he spoke, turning away from you to dry the ends of his hair with the towel around his shoulders.

       “Thank you.” You took a seat on the sofa and tried not to look too nervous.

       “Okay. Go on, love,” he said softly, sitting down next to you. He was still bare-chested and your face was still hot, but you cleared your throat and met his gaze. His chocolate eyes were gentle and warm, but you could see the same nervous energy you felt in them, his lower lip tucking as he bit it. Maybe Seth wasn’t as cool inside as he was acting on the outside. Maybe he was just as scared of rejection as you were of making this confession. 

       Your heart beat a mad pace in your chest, but you reached out and took his hand anyway, smiling as you did. “I wanted to tell you, Seth, that I...I love you.”

       He seemed speechless for a few heartbeats before he laughed breathlessly, sinking back into the cushions. “You’re amazing, Alice,” he said, covering his eyes with his free hand.

       You blinked. “What do you mean?”

       Sitting up again, he leaned forwards and brushed some of your hair away from your face with a flourish, letting the strands fall through his fingers. “No one has ever been able to control me with a single word like you have. Do you have any idea how hopelessly you have me wrapped around your little finger?”

       Your voice caught in your throat as his lips trailed along your jaw and over your cheek, the contact a simple brush of skin against skin as he reached the corner of your mouth. “Do you?” he whispered again softly, and then his lips covered your own. 

       You had suspected his lips would be soft, but nothing could’ve prepared you for how sweet his kiss was, how it sent flutters down your spine and made your whole body flush with a tender, gentle warmth. He didn’t need to be passionate to leave you wanting him. 

       His tongue caressed your bottom lip and you granted him entrance, moaning into his mouth as he stole your breath away. His hands guided your arms around his neck as he pressed into you, following you as you leaned back. You didn’t realize you had closed your eyes until you opened them moments later to find an Adonis hovering above you, a curtain of blue softening the edges of your vision and eyes like molten chocolate gazing down at you.

       “Perhaps you didn’t take my warning seriously before,” he husked, a pleased, lustful grin breaking over his face through soft pants. Taking your hand he drew you up on shaky legs and led you over to the vanity. His voice was a soft, sensual murmur as he continued,  “All men are wolves, love, and it’s even worse when the sun goes down. However, here you are, in one’s den, as innocent as a lamb.” Turning you around, he met your eyes in the mirror, one hand cradling your jaw while his other arm wrapped around you and his head came to rest on your shoulder. “Tell me, do you know what it implies for a woman to come to a man’s room so late at night?”

       “I-I do.”

       His lips graced the sensitive spot below your ear and you shivered. Seth blinked and the playful light in his eyes dimmed a little, turning serious. “Is this what you want then? Do you want me?”

       “Yes,” you answered, your voice steady despite the hammering of your heart in your chest. “I want you, Seth.”

       He exhaled, his grip on you tightening, and then his mouth attached to your neck, his hands drifting. One ran down your thigh, hiking up the fabric of your skirt as it did, while the other undid the buttons of your blouse. Seth moved slowly, allowing you time to get used to his touch, and you leaned into his soft caress, sighing.

       You mewled as his fingers dove into the open top of your shirt and beneath your bra, fondling your breast. “S-Seth!” you stuttered, biting your lip as he rolled your nipple between his fingers. You bucked against him when, a second later, his hand came into contact with your covered womanhood, already damp with the beginnings of your arousal.

    Releasing your neck with a noisy kiss, he nipped at your earlobe and asked, “May I?”

    You nodded, not trusting yourself to answer without squealing. Seth made quick work of your blouse and skirt, stripping you down to your undergarments before drawing the band of your panties down from your hip to drop forgotten to the floor. Your body tensed and you held your breath, but his touch didn’t come, his breath fanning across your cheek instead.

    When you opened your eyes to look at him in the mirror, Seth was looking at you tenderly. His hands caressed your sides, coaxing you to relax as he said, “I won’t hurt you, my love.”

    Reaching back to run your fingers through his hair, you watched him lean into your touch. “I know. I trust you, Seth.” You smiled at him and bumped his chin with your head, signaling him to continue.

    His hand disappeared from view in the mirror and you held your breath as his fingers traveled along the skin of your inner thigh. Seth’s touch started out soft, barely there at all, before he slipped a finger between your folds, pressing his erection into your ass as he did. Your hands grabbed the edge of the vanity for support and your head fell forward, your back arching. 

    “Seth!” you moaned as he stroked you, panting in your ear as he ground against you. The last of your clothing - your bra - fell away with a pinch from his dexterous fingers, and his hand fully cupped your breast, messaging in time with his thrusts. When his finger slipped inside of you, you cried out, your toes curling. A pleasant fire was quickly filling your limbs, your core throbbing with need as your hips moved against his hand instinctively, seeking that delicious friction. 

    “You look so beautiful,” Seth moaned in your ear and you blushed hard at the wetness you could feel coating his fingers and dripping down your inner thigh. Another finger joined the first and his thumb located your clit, nearly bringing you to your knees as you leaned further onto the vanity.

       “Seth, please! Stop teasing!” you cried, turning to look at him as he sucked and kissed at your nape.

       “Hmm? If you don’t like my teasing then why are you moaning?” His fingers plunged deeper, scissoring inside of you, and you would have fallen had his arm around your waist not been holding you up. “I need to make sure you’re nice and prepared for what comes later.”

       “What comes-!” You knew where this was going but for some reason it made it more embarrassing when he said it out loud like that.

       He chuckled. “I thought I’d made my intentions clear, but I’ll say it anyway. I fully intend to make love to you tonight, my dearest Alice.” His lips found yours in a sweet, loving kiss, the contact gentle and adoring. When the kiss broke heartbeats later, he continued brightly, “Now! I think it’s about time I gave you what you wanted.” The pads of his fingers pressed a spot deep inside of you as his thumb pressed down on your clit. “Be my good girl and come all over my fingers?”

       He didn’t have to say any more. Your climax washed over you hard and fast and you distantly felt your body going completely limp in the arms of the man behind you. His name fell from your lips on a cry, your nails digging into his arm. The heat his fingers coaxed from deep inside you was more intense than anything you’d ever felt before, almost overwhelmingly so.

       “That’s it, darling. Oh, you’re so beautiful like this, climaxing all over my fingers,” Seth murmured lovingly in your ear, your skin oversensitive to his warm breath. When you opened your eyes, you were on Seth’s bed, your essence slick on the inside of your thighs and your lover hovering above you, a sly look on his face.  

       “I want to taste you, but I’m so hard it’s painful.” He laughed, the sound musical and sweet, as you blushed, looking away from him. “Another time. Are you ready for me, my love?”

       Your own forwardness surprised you as you wrapped your arms and legs around him and pulled him closer, his cock brushing your heat and making the both of you moan. A part of you was still shy about doing this with Seth, but you loved him and wanted him desperately.

       “Yes,” you answered. “Make love to me?”

       “I love you so much,” he murmured, kissing your brow. “Thank you.”

       You cried out as he pushed himself inside, your vision filled with blue as Seth kissed you cheeks, your nose, your tightly shut eyes, trying to distract you from the painful stretch. His fingers squeezed yours and you squeezed back shakily, trying to tell him you were alright. He was more well-endowed than you’d thought he’d be, and the pain soon turned to pleasure as your walls accommodated him. 

       “Mmm, Seth,” you gasped, fingers digging into his back.

       “Yes? Does it still hurt? I’ll sto-”

       “No!” Your grip on him tightened, bringing him a little deeper within you and making both he and you moan. “No, please. Please, start moving.”

       Pulling back until just the tip was inside of you, he pushed in again. Your moans quickly drove him to move faster, turning forceful and deep as he thrust deep within you over and over. Seth was a very vocal lover, you learned. His moans were loud and unashamed as he buried his cock in your tight heat, the praises spilling from his lips making you redden with more than just pleasure.

       “I’m in love with you. I love you, I love you, I love you,” he repeated. “I’ve wanted you for so long. You’re so beautiful, and now I finally have you. Finally, mine…”

       He paused in his thrusting to fasten your wrists above your head, lacing his fingers with your own. When you blinked at him, he just smiled, cat-like. You writhed, mewling, as his lips descended on your breasts, kissing and sucking at your nipples and leaving love bites in his wake. All the while, you could feel the coil tightening deep within you, signaling your impending climax. 

       “S-Seth, I-!”

       “Are you close, Alice?” The particularly hard thrust that followed his words made your back arch and you wished you had the strength to break his grip so you could touch him. “So am I.”

       His pace increased until the bed was creaking and you were sure the entire hall could hear you, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was the man above you as he brought you over the edge. 

       You screamed his name as you came, Seth following you into his own climax seconds later. His voice was a deep growl as he bit onto your shoulder, his heat spreading through you and leaving you lightheaded as he marked you. He collapsed on top of you moments later, both of you a panting, sweaty mess. The second his grip went slack on your hands, your fingers were in his hair, combing through the cornflower locks and hugging his muscled shoulders.

       “I love you, (y/n),” he panted, his smile adoring as he looked up at you. “I really, really love you.”

       You giggled. Even though you were exhausted, your body spent and sore, you were fizzing with happy, excited energy. You couldn’t remember the last time you were this happy - so happy you wanted to explode. “I really love you too, Seth.” Kissing the top of his head, you snuggled him tighter as he pulled up the blankets and nuzzled into you. Unable to keep your eyes open any longer, the warmth of his breath on your skin quickly lulled you to sleep, feeling warm and loved. 

       The last thing you heard before falling into unconsciousness was Seth’s whisper. “Thanks for making me your man. I promise you, you won’t regret it. I’ll love you forever.”

[cali-holland]

Teenage Love Story, Part Five- S.M.

Pairing: Shawn Mendes X Reader

Prompt: Shawn writes his own version of "Lover” for you, a.k.a an extension of part four mainly from Shawn’s point of view.

Word Count: 2500

Previous Parts: Teaser   One   Two   Three   Four

Warnings: lil bit of sexual jokes if you squint

Based on: Lover (Remix) by Taylor Swift ft. Shawn Mendes

A/N: Here’s the fifth part no one expected six months later...

~~~

August 2019

Shawn couldn’t help himself as he paced nervously in his hotel room. He had just finished his show in Boston, and he should be filled with exhilarating adrenaline; instead, he was overcome by nerves. 

He found himself in a catch 22 of sorts- Taylor had just released a new song, Lover, and he knew that you wrote a good amount of that track, but he missed you and he knew the song would only make the pain in his heart grow. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to listen to it, if he could even bring himself to listen to it. It was supposed to be your song, your love ballad to him; and he knew it must be good if Taylor released it as a single. Who was he kidding- he thought every song you wrote was good.

“It’s just a song.” Shawn whispered to himself as he played with the phone in his hands, “I’ve listened to all of Y/N’s songs. This isn’t any different.” He kept talking to himself, shaking his head as he tried to reach a decision. “That’s it. I’m going to do it.”

Sighing, he laid down on the bed and opened up Spotify. Of course, it was advertised at the top of his phone: “Taylor Swift’s new single, Lover, out now”. He began the song and listened intently.

“We could leave the Christmas lights up ‘til January,

This our place, we make the rules,

And there’s a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear,

Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?” Shawn let out a heartbroken laugh, remembering back to that day that he first read through your journal. He knew it was private, but he just desperately wanted to know. That was the day he gave you that promise ring and promised to always be yours. 

As the song continued on, Shawn felt his eyes begin to sting with tears. Defeated, he stared up at the ceiling, longing to hold you again.

“And I’m highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you,

I’ve loved your three summers now, honey, but I want ‘em all,” He didn’t need to even think about whether it was you or Taylor who wrote that line; he knew it was you. He saw that in your journal as well, and he had told himself he wanted all of your summers too; yet, here he was, spending his first summer without you in years.

As the song ended, Shawn put it on repeat and just stayed there, crying alone in his hotel room. If anyone were to walk in, he doubted that he could even bring himself to be embarrassed of his current; his head was filled with thoughts of you. He just wanted you and only you.

He wiped away his tears and looked at his phone clearly for the first time since he first heard the song. Spotify had credited you as a co-writer of the song. Shawn smiled fondly, glad that you finally took credit for your song-writing talent. He found himself reading over your past text messages to each other from all those months ago. You were so in love back then. He wanted to reach out, to tell you he loved the song, to say that he was proud of you, to apologize for hurting you.

But he couldn’t. He thought maybe you had moved on, maybe you had found someone better than him. He knew that you deserve the best and he highly doubted that he was the best for you.

Abandoning his hopeless scroll through the text messages, he began to go through his photos. He didn’t think it would make him feel any better, but that bittersweet feeling of reminiscing was all he could get at that moment. Photos of your time together was the closest he could get to you.

He had an album titled “Lover” that he had started while you were still together. While the pictures and videos were all out of order, he still admired it. You found it cheesy but embarrassing as he had some pretty questionable photos of you saved in there. You’d never admit it to him, but you adored it.

The very first picture was the first one of the two of you. It was of you two backstage of the 1989 tour; you were sat in Shawn’s lap and he had his hands over yours as he showed you how to play one of his songs on guitar. Taylor had taken that picture, and she was so proud of her matchmaking work. At that point, you and Shawn had been dating for a little under a month. He loved that photo so much that it was still framed on the wall in his house.

One of his favorite photos was of the two of you dressed as Jack and Rose from The Titanic for Halloween, when Shawn managed to come visit you for the holiday while you were away at college. You had both agreed to do a couple’s costume, and the idea of using The Titanic came from a movie marathon the night before. You watched everything from that to Dirty Dancing to Mamma Mia. Shawn felt himself starting to blush thinking back to that night- you two definitely focused more on each other than the actual movies. 

Next, he found a video from your three year anniversary when he surprised you with a candle lit dinner. As if that wasn’t romantic enough, the two of you danced around in the kitchen all night. Shawn had taken a short video of you singing “Let’s Get It On” to him, “C’mon baby, let your love come out, if you believe in love, let’s get it on”. He dropped his video at the end because you pulled him in for a heated kiss, and in that moment he couldn’t care less about his phone. 

His favorite picture of the two of you came up next. It was a simple photograph of Shawn kissing outside of your college townhouse. Sitting on the top step of the stoop, you were looking down at Shawn, who was sitting between your legs. He remembered it was definitely an awkward angle for a kiss, as his head was practically upside down, but that was one of the moments in which wanting to kiss you outweighed all other discomforts. Connor had taken that picture of the two of you, and Shawn kept it as his phone lock screen until you broke up. 

Following a string of goofy selfies taken between you two, Shawn found a video of you. You had secretly recorded it on his phone before he left for tour, knowing that he’d find it under his special photo album.

“Hey, honey,” You smiled into the camera, “If you’ve found this video, that means you’re going through old pictures of us and you’re missing me. I’m missing you too. I don’t know where you’ll be when you see this, but have a great time on tour. I’m sorry I couldn’t join you, just don’t go getting yourself any groupies,” You teased, “I’m counting down the days until I get to see you again. I love you, Shawn.” You blew a kiss into the camera before the video ended.

He let out a shaky breath and set his phone aside. Sniffling, he went and grabbed his guitar, deciding he should probably take some time to work out his feelings, rather than just wallowing in his self-pity.

No matter what melody he attempted to play, he just came back to the chords of “Lover”. Shawn ran a hand through his hair and began to play the song to himself.

“We could light a bunch of candles,

And dance around the kitchen, baby,

Pictures of when we were young would hang on the wall,

We would sit on the stoop,

I’ll sing love songs to you when we’re eighty,

See, I finally got you now, honey, I won’t let you fall,” He paused, realizing the lyrics weren’t the words you had written. Quickly grabbing his notebook, Shawn wrote down the lyrics, wanting to hold onto them in case some opportunity presented itself to use them later on. He continued playing, using your lyrics for inspiration,

“Look in my eyes, they will tell you the truth,

The girl in my story has always been you

I’d go down with the Titanic, it’s true, for you, lover,”

Shawn added the new lyrics into his journal, his fingers tracing the words. He set aside the guitar and journal, knowing it was probably well past time for him to go to sleep. With an early flight tomorrow morning and the alarm clock informing him that it was now 1 AM, he decided it would be a good idea to get some rest. Lying down in bed, Shawn drifted off to sleep with thoughts of you.

~~~

November 2019

Making his way through the busy airport, Shawn was the happiest he had been in a long while. A large smile grew on his face as he saw you waiting for him by the baggage claim. He ran up to you and engulfed you in a large hug. Holding you tightly, he spun you around as you laughed.

“God, I’ve missed you so much.” Shawn said, setting you down and keeping his arms around your waist.

“I’ve missed you too.” You barely managed to get your words out before he kissed you passionately. You let out a small moan and pulled away from the kiss for a moment, “Shawn, paparazzi.”

“I think I’m completely justified in kissing my girlfriend.” He stated, letting go of your hips to hold your hand.

“You are, but I’d rather not give the paparazzi exactly what they want.” You teased.

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it.” Shawn joked with a wink, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. Soon enough, the bags began to surface from the plane, and Shawn grabbed his luggage, ready to leave the airport. You held tightly onto Shawn’s hand as you left the airport, escorted by Shawn’s small security team through the swarm of paparazzi. 

Once back in the safety of your townhouse, you and Shawn found yourselves cuddling on your bed as Shawn was exhausted from his day of traveling. With your head resting on his chest, you listened to the sound of his heartbeat; his hands trailed up and down your back soothingly. The serene moment was disrupted by Shawn’s phone ringing.

“Needed already?” You teased as he shuffled slightly underneath you to answer his phone.

“They never let me rest.” Shawn joked, answering the call. You shifted to rest your head on his bicep so it’d be easier for him to speak. “Hello?”

“Hey, Shawn,” Your ears perked up from hearing your sister’s voice on the other line. Shawn looked down at you as you raised your eyebrows questioningly at him.

“Taylor, what’s up?” He asked, trying to inconspicuously turn down the volume. You felt his heartbeat speed up and you knew he was trying to hide something about the phone call from you. You couldn’t make out what your sister told him, but he replied back with a few ‘yeah's' and ‘that’d be incredible’. He hung up the phone and peered over at you, as you watched him expectantly.

“So, what did Taylor want?” You questioned.

“We may or may not have made a collaboration.” Shawn replied.

“Really?” You asked.

“Yep.” He nodded, his fingers finding yours. He was nervous about something, which only made you more curious. You were about to press further, when his stomach let out a large growl.

“Have you not eaten at all today or something?”

“I think I had a bagel mid-flight.” Shawn said. You sat up and pulled him up with you.

“You need to eat, come on.” You stated, now distracted by making sure your boyfriend was fed. As you got him together some leftovers for lunch, he began to play music. You let out a laugh as Marvin Gaye’s “Let’s Get It On” began to play.

“Remember when I surprised you for our three year?” Shawn asked, his hands on your hips as he swayed softly to the music. He began to press light kisses to your neck.

“Remember how you almost burned your hand with a candle?” You teased.

“Hm, I must’ve blocked that out.” He laughed, giving you a kiss on your lips before going back to focusing on your neck.

“Shawn, why are you being so touchy, right now?” You couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a giggle as his stubble tickled your sensitive neck.

“I just really love you.” He replied.

“I love you too, Shawn.” You lightly pushed him away as the microwave finished. You handed him his plate of food, telling him to eat. He ate the food so quickly, you would have thought that he hadn’t eaten in a week.

“So, what’s this collaboration with Taylor all about? I hope you know that you’re an awful liar.” You said.

“Well, I wanted to surprise you.” Shawn answered, “But I have a feeling you won’t let this drop.” “You know me so well.” You smiled.

“Come here,” Shawn led you to your living room and you sat on the couch while he grabbed one of your guitars. He went into ‘performance mode’, as you liked to call it. He teased, “I’d like to dedicate this next song to my lover.”

You laughed and clapped along in encouragement. You softly smiled as he began to play the beginning of “Lover”. He sang the first verse, and you grew a little confused; he was simply singing your song. As much as you loved it, it felt like a cover. That was until he got to the second verse. You felt overwhelmed with emotions as he adjusted the lyrics to fit with his own memories of your relationship. By the end of the song, you had tears in your eyes, feeling nothing but love for your boyfriend.

“Did you like it?” Shawn asked, putting down the guitar.

“I love it.” You smiled, pulling him in for a kiss. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too. I’m so glad you like it. I was nervous because you already made the song so perfect. I wanted to write you my own love letter through it. You deserve the best, so that’s all I could hope for.” You cut him off with another kiss, effectively stopping his worried rambling.

“That’s the most thoughtful, beautiful thing anyone has ever done for me. And Shawn, you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me too.” It was then that Shawn true happiness, in the arms of you, his lover.