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midmourn · 1 year ago

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traitor

title traitor

pairing lee jeno x gender neutral!reader

summary you know what jeno is doing behind your back, but you kept quiet anyways so you could keep him. guess it didn't really matter in the end, because he still betrayed you.

warnings angst, mentions of cheating, jeno's like an asshole but he believes he's not, brief mentions of loved one dying

word count 1,450

author's note sorry jeno ... and the rest of dream when i make theirs. please give me feedback, it encourages me to continue writing !! reposting from my old blog.

"Stop staring," Haechan murmured over your shoulder, making you sigh as you stabbed your fork into your meat. "They'll notice."

"And he'll, what? Come to confront me?" You snort, rolling your eyes as you tear your gaze away from the happy couple. "Like hell. I wish." You bring a piece of meat up to your mouth and angrily chew, "I just don't understand! It's been two weeks since we broke up, and he's already dating someone else?" Haechan stayed quiet as he played with his food, knowing it'd be best just to let you get your feelings out. "How the hell do you fall in love with someone else in two weeks?! It's just not possible."

"You know," he said quietly, and that was all he had to say to make you go quiet.

Yes. You knew.

You don't know how they met, Jeno would never tell you. All you knew was that just one day, she showed up in his life and he was completely enamored by her. You weren't a fool, you could tell by the way he said her name and the way his eyes shined whenever she somehow showed up at the same place you two were at.

"So you're going to hang out with her?" You ask, eyebrows raised at the dark-haired boy in front of you. He slowly swallowed his food and nodded, not offering more than that. But you had to dig more into it. You needed more information. "Just her?"

"Other people will be there, too," he said dismissively, but you weren't done.

"Anyone I know?" You hummed, tilting your head as you took a sip of your drink. You feigned calmness, but you and him both knew that the anger was boiling in your veins, waiting. And waiting.

"Maybe," Jeno sighed, setting down his fork. "But it's totally cool, right? 'Cause her and I are just friends." Friends ... That's what they all say, Jeno. Does he truly think you’re stupid?

You stared at him unnervingly, before saying, "Right." If that's what you want me to believe, you remarked in your head.

"He'll never know," you murmured out of nowhere to Haechan. He tilted his head at you, so you continued. "He thinks he didn’t do anything wrong by not cheating on me, but does it really count when he was still talking to her during our relationship?"

Haechan didn't respond.

"Are you serious?" You shouted, a laugh escaping your lips after. You run your hands down your shirt, shaking your head as you gritted your teeth. Jeno stood a bit before you, eyes down on the floor. "You're really ditching our date to go comfort her?"

"She's upset, Y/N," he said quietly. "And we're friends."

"The stupid bitch doesn't have any other friends than you?" You questioned loudly. "Seriously? She has to take my boyfriend away from me on our date night? Jeno, I've barely seen you all week because of her!"

"Don't be paranoid," Jeno's jaw clenched. "Nothing is happening between us, I promise."

You stayed silent for a moment before saying, "I didn't say there was."

Jeno's head lifted up from the floor to stare at you silently.

The silence was air constricting, but you didn't say anything and merely turned away to walk out of his apartment. Just like you thought, he didn't stop you.

The first time you cried over Jeno was right after the break-up before it turned into seething anger. It was the worst pain you had ever felt in your life, especially because you knew it was for her. And it was because of you, not because of him like he said. 'It's not you, it's me,' were the exact words he said. The cliche words everyone said while breaking up. You couldn't even believe he had the audacity to say it to your face.

The second time you cried over Jeno was now.

"Oh, God," Haechan sighed, wrapping his arm around you and trying to steer you away from the drinks, "Let's go."

"What?" You frowned, digging your heels into the ground as you tried to continue filling your drink up, "Why? Let me finish my drink, Haechan."

"Y/N," he whined like a child before looking over your shoulder and hurriedly saying, "Jeno and his girlfriend are coming over here! Let's—"

"Hey." You tensed slowly, eyes slowly moving up to look in front of you despite the two being on your right side. He couldn't have waited until you had left? Who the hell did he think he was? You clicked your tongue before stepping back and turning to face them, Haechan being dragged with you since his arm was still around your shoulder.

Jeno had a sweet smile on his face, but you knew how he really was. And what he really was here for. His arm was wrapped around her waist, you still had no idea what her name was. Or maybe you did and just blocked it out of your memory. You probably did. The girl seemed clueless of the situation, but maybe she was just a really good actress. So were you.

"Hi," you said slowly, raising an eyebrow. "Sorry, we'll get out of your way. We're finished, anyway." At your words, Haechan turned the two of you around to walk away and join your other friends at the other side of the party, but Jeno spoke up again.

"No, no, it's cool," he chuckled slightly and you gritted your teeth, eyes roaming around. "I also wanted to talk to you, since— you know, we haven't really spoke and you blocked me on everything so—"

"Then maybe you should get the hint," Haechan sighed, turning around without you to face Jeno. "Like, seriously? They blocked you on everything and you're still here trying to talk to them?"

"I just—"

"It doesn't matter what you wanted," you huffed, turning around and glaring at him. The girl looked between the three of you like it was a tennis ball match. "I don't want to talk to you, that's why I blocked you, Lee Jeno."

"Y/N," he chuckled uneasily, shifting on his feet and his arm fell from around the girl's waist. "We—"

"I don't care," you shrugged, taking a sip of your drink, "We broke up, you're in the past, so let's leave it at that, alright?" You sent them both a sweet smile before tugging on Haechan's arm to follow you to the opposite side of the party. You didn't stop walking until you knew they could no longer see you.

"Wow," Haechan whispered in amazement, "That was so cool of you, Y/N Y/L/N!" He looked over his shoulder to see if he could see them before turning back to you. "You're seriously such a good actor, I—" He paused, blinking at you. Your head was down, staring at the ground and he blinked again. "Y/N? Are you okay?”

"No," you whispered, inhaling and exhaling. "No, I'm not okay."

Haechan didn't wait before taking your drink and setting it on the ground before pulling you into a hug, his head resting on your shoulder. His hug was warm and comforting, full of love but it still didn't help the Jeno shaped hole in your heart. Your hands clutched at the shirt of his back, shuddering breaths leaving your body and tears slipping down your face.

"I hate him," you gasped between breaths, squeezing your eyes shut as the tears continued to fall. Your heart painfully clenched in your chest and all you wanted to do was reach into your chest and tear out your heart. You wished it was possible. "I hate him! How could he do this to me? After— after everything? I loved him when he was a fucking asshole to everyone! I defended him and helped him when he couldn't even—" You stopped talking, resting your head on Haechan's body. "I wish we never met."

Haechan didn't say anything, simply squeezed his arms around your waist and let you cry your heart out. It was for the best, as always, to let you speak your thoughts and let you cry. He knew you had always been one to hold in your emotions until you just couldn't take it anymore, it happened when your grandmother died and you never cried about it or talked about her anymore. You did the exact same thing when Jeno broke up with you.

"I hate him," you murmured into his shirt as you shook your head to yourself. "I hate him so much— he's a damn, damn— traitor!"

"I know," he sighed, resting his cheek on the side of your head. "I know."

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star-centric · 1 year ago

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For that prompt list you got the Mammon cuddling prompt from, I saw "memorising their favourite things and treating them when they have a bad day" and immediately thought of Satan. Even pissy gremlins deserve to be coddled smh I will happily risk having a book thrown at my head to give him some hot choccy

Pairings: Satan x Gender Neutral!Reader

NOTE: Anon you’re 10000% right- I will definitely risk my life if it means making him feel better with no hesitation 🫡 also sorry this is late, had to pull a double at work a few times 😭

CW: gender neutral reader, fluff, no warnings really! Also here’s the prompt list!

PROMPT: memorising their favourite things and treating them when they have a bad day

Satan ignored the knock on his door.

The waves of anger he felt rising were gone, residing himself to his room before he was consumed by it. His irritation from today’s events were making his blood boil- but he locked himself away before he could lash out any further. Now he just wanted to be left alone-

But whoever was knocking at the door was refusing to grant him that peace.

Satan growled as he tried to focus on his book, but the soft taps on his door kept distracting him.

He finally slammed his book closed and stomped towards the door, insults already forming at the tip of his tongue as he ripped it open-

The words caught in his throat as he realized it was you, your shock widened eyes matching his own.

Satan felt like a bumbling idiot, his mouth gaping in the doorway as you nervously smiled.

You weakly laughed, “Sorry to bother but um…can I come in?”

Satan finally closed his mouth and looked away, mindlessly moving out of your way. He sat back down and glanced away from you, arms folded and pouting- you would have laughed at how cute he looked but you didn’t want to make him any more upset than he already was.

“So, I know you’re having a bad day but-“ you shuffled with the bag in your hand. “I got something for you.”

“This couldn’t wait until later?”

“I was thinking about it, but it seems like you need it now.” You ignored his biting tone gently nudged it into his hands.

Your words did peak his interest a bit- it even smelled good, a familiar scent wafting in his nose. When he glanced up at you with a questioning look, all you did was smile and wave your hands, motioning him to open it.

When he did, he was surprised. Genuinely surprised.

He unfolded it completely, the palms of his hands growing warm. It felt like the slice of apple pie came just out of the oven- and from the looks of it, it was homemade. You made this for him?

Your grin was all the answer that he needed.

Satan’s furrowed brows and puzzled look melted away. He tried his best to hide the flush growing on his cheeks.

He fully turned his head from you, cursing at how fast he was unfolding- you’ve always had this effect on him, and he was losing his composure quicker than usual-

But he couldn’t deny how much the gesture warmed him either, a delicate smile lining his lips.

Satan grabbed at your wrist before you could leave, bringing you down into his lap. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, the tips of his ears burning red.

“…thank you.”

It was easy to find comfort in you- your touch, your presence, just…you- and whatever irritations were hanging over him drifted away, just like always.

#writings.txts #messages.txts #obeyme.txts #obey me x you #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me x reader #obey me x y/n #obey me satan x you #obey me satan x reader #satan x reader #satan x you #satan x y/n #satan x mc #obey me reader insert

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reorientation · 11 months ago

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okay nothing in this world has ever made me flood with need the way seeing my asks linked and tagged as 'respect anon' did. little update - ive been getting railed so often (11 times total now since mid november) that i have a bruised cervix. it hurts in such a delicious way, makes me hyperaware of what i am, almost feels reminiscent of cramps.

my original hookup ive now seen six times, and he wants to see me once a week minimum. the way he murmurs "good girl" so encouragingly to me, his strength, and the insanely erotic feeling of him breeding me, have all bewitched me. the texture of semen exploding into a wet cunt is so unique and im obsessed, its a different consistency from my own wetness, so i can always feel the exact moment hes fucking his sperm into my fertile body, even when i dont feel him throbbing through it (which i usually can).

other than him, ive fucked four other guys in the last month. each and every one of them came in me bare. i hoped a few times would sate me but if anything its fanning the flames. on my neediest day i had three guys come over one after another to fill me, the first was my original guy, and the other two were completely random, and they all treated me so perfectly honestly.

the third one in particular fulfilled my need to have a real man coax me into admitting my real name, he fucked me hard and fast and used his filthy tongue to slip into my subconscious mind and loosen my inhibitions until he got it out of me. then he used it over and over again while he fucked a baby into me, slapped my well-bred pussy till i begged him to stop, then held me so tightly. i felt so dazed and safe and feminine in his arms.

it feels so good to have a man respect me enough to give me what i really need, especially when im being brave enough to ask for something i was so afraid to even acknowledge about myself. and it especially feels good when he looks right into my eyes while pounding me and reminding me of the truth.

fuck sorry for multiple asks i literally just cannot stop thinking about being dubbed 'respect anon' its driving me crazy. i can feel my pulse everywhere, but it seems to pool in the places that make me a woman: my clit, my pussy lips, my aching dripping vagina, and my breasts. i can feel my pulse in my fucking nipples. and also usually my temples but thats off theme.

i cant get over how good it feels to be fucked. i never in a million years expected how endlessly perfect it would be, ive found partners that emanate joy together with me and its so much fun and so erotic. the original guy in particular, just takes so much joy in fixing me and in enjoying my cunt, i often end up watching the filthy reactions on his face as he watches my pussy clench around him. he watches us join together as one, my cunt singing with pleasure, i always ask him if theres anything else i can do for him and he almost always says "lay back and take it." like, yes sir!

once i was riding him and his hands were clenching my hips tight, i love riding because it makes my breasts bounce and heave so deliciously. he was staring at them, i was moaning like a bitch in heat feeling him stretch me out in an angle we dont normally do, and suddenly he looked me in the eye and said "you have a womans body." swear if id been on my back i would have orgasmed right then and there. he sometimes goes back and forth in what gendered terms he uses and it keeps my mind spinning with confusion and desperation. we are both bi and im pretty sure our current dynamic is heaven for us both.

there are so many filthy details i want to share with you. feels like i could babble all day about the things that have happened, but it all boils down to this: im a woman, obsessed with taking cock, finally letting herself enjoy some wonderful company, and it wont be long until im the sluttiest pregnant girl grindr has ever seen, hahahah.

respect anon back with one last thought because ive been obsessively rereading your two responses to me so far. when i begged him to refeminize me, "it doesn't even sound like he was surprised." nope! in fact he laughed at me, he laughed and said "fuuck yes." in that moment, i knew that he had already known, and was waiting to see if id admit it. with him, i have this manic energy where i come off completely insane over text, and his steady energy only serves to wind me up more. i think he knew id cave and beg to be detransitioned, my pics are all pretty high femme and lets just say im not ever subtle about my femininity.

the weird thing is, i only have that manic energy with him. i dont know if its because hes genuinely the hottest guy ive ever met, or because he took my virginity, or because he succeeded in breaking my mind. but the other guys ive slept with, while they blow my mind and show me what im for, i dont make such a fool of myself to them.

genuinely with him i have lost all semblance of self-respect and it proves right everything he has ever whispered into my ear.

(Previously)

All that fun you've been having, going from being a virgin to getting inseminated by five different men within a couple months - and nothing ever made you flood like my tagging system? I'm very flattered, Anon! A bit bemused, but flattered.

So much to speak to here, but one part I truly love is that your new life as a woman started with the first man to use your pussy laughing at you. Like your whole identity as a man had been one long joke you were telling, and you'd finally gotten to the punchline.

That's what real respect looks like for you, isn't it, Anon? A man who'll wait for you to finish telling the joke before he laughs.

And the man who made you tell him your real name while he fucked you full of cum... There's a pleasing symmetry to that. He got something out of you and put something into you. He learned what they called you when you were born, and maybe gave you a baby to call your own.

Which is what you're made for, after all. Your body never stops reminding you of that, whether it's with the pain of a bruised cervix or your blood pulsing in your swollen nipples or the unstoppable pleasure of taking a man's cum in your womb. It's little wonder that you've come so far since getting fucked for the first time, little lady: your body was just waiting for the chance to start.

#I can't respond to all of this without feeling like I'm going on for too long but rest assured that I enjoyed reading every bit <3 #reor: respect anon #kink interactions #reorientation writing #reor: anon ask #ftm misgendering kink #ftm detransition kink #ftm breeding #ftm girl #reor: anon life story

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olderthannetfic · 10 months ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/olderthannetfic/740284683556929536/

Omg I'm so sorry! I wrote that anon when I was sleepy so it had very ham-fisted wording. Yes, I meant to ask about portraying self-esteem issues about bodies. I thought guys don't talk about it much.

To that one person, why would dudes comparing dick sizes be considered smut? I can see it being rated M. Are you suggesting the rating go up to E?

Ahahaha.

Uh... anon... if that's truly what you were trying to ask... I think maybe you need to work on your writing a bit more. The vibes you give off are odd, to say the least...

Like, creepy pervert angling for foot fetish photos while lying about what they want-level weird.

It sounds like you want to heavy-breathe while reading guys' descriptions of their own penises, not like you want help with writing.

The reason your ask reads so "She breasted boobily down the stairs" but from the other side is that guys, at least from what I've seen, do not stand around comparing their dicks, at least not in the way you implied.

The people who most commonly compare their junk out of curiosity are toddlers.

This is something tiny children do. Anecdotally, some teens do it, but a lot don't, and there are clickbait articles about athletes sizing each other up this way, but they are just that: clickbait. I'm not saying it never happens, but you wrote about it like it always happens.

It is fucking weird to have a grown-ass man routinely doing it outside of maaaaybe some weirdly homoerotic scene in a stoner comedy or something.

People joke about this practice because it's a thing that exists, not because it is ubiquitous.

That's also why it reads like porn. IRL, if some dude is like "I think we should compare our dicks... uh... and they should be hard so we can compare properly", many other guys are going to interpret that as sexual. And also self-deluding. Which is a good reason to say no.

Most people in locker rooms and public bathrooms try to give each other a little privacy if they can, regardless of gender. Openly ogling is what you do if you're about to proposition someone for sex. Or, if it's hostile, you stare because you're about to beat them up.

I'm not saying a guy couldn't sneakily see the size of another guy's junk and have a response, but the whole way you described this sounds like you've never spoken to a human before. Did you seriously get this idea from those clickbait articles?

Among other issues, penises become erect. They look different in different states of arousal. Surely, you've heard of "growers vs. showers"? Temperature also matters. There's a whole fucking bit on Seinfeld that everyone quoted for like years and is probably still quoting about "shrinkage"—i.e. a guy is insecure that someone saw him when he'd just gotten out of the pool and his dick looked small because he was cold. Hopefully, the locker room isn't that cold, but you still don't know what a dude's dick looks like all of the time from catching a glimpse of it one time.

So an adult man who is not completely unfamiliar with penises is not going to 1. openly stare at another man in the locker room and 2. look only at his penis and have some crisis about "Mine looks different".

I suppose for the right character in the right circumstances, you can sell any kind of goofy-ass reaction, including the "breasted boobily" stuff where women think consciously about their tits in a way that actual women generally don't and male authors love to write. But you have to make it a whole Thing. She has to have some reason why her nipples are super sensitive today and thus she pays attention when she normally wouldn't.

Instead, you keep asking these dumbass questions like you're 12 that boil down to "Literally all men are the same cardboard cutout based on their D&D stats from this character sheet. Please tell me some facts about these stats!" instead of approaching people as individual humans who all react differently. You haven't even said anything about what kind of culture these characters come from. Both personality and specific culture (not just big things like nationality but shit like whether they're athletes who change with the same guys all the time) are going to affect how and whether men talk about self esteem and bodies.

You're boiling this down to "What does the penis-having alien species all do?" despite already getting several answers that told you to stop doing that. You either didn't listen or didn't understand what people meant so badly that it's pointless to keep giving you help.

This is not a good way to write three-dimensional characters.

Now, I'm not saying nobody has ever snuck a peek in a locker room. Lots of people, regardless of gender, do that. But we're talking covert looks and that kind of looking gives you glimpses of many body parts and not always a very clear look either.

Most actual men on most actual days of their lives are going to feel insecure about their bodies relative to someone else because the other dude looks better at the gym or grows chest and facial hair more easily or is much taller or isn't going bald.

We love to make jokes about penis size, but in my experience, the level of perpetual crisis dudes have over potential baldness is way higher. There are a shitton of ways to be insecure about yourself and your body. That goes for any gender.

Maybe a dude feels insecure because the other guy is much less body-conscious and has an easier time changing in front of people or because he's paid five times as much and is changing into a thousand dollar suit.

Many of the markers of masculinity and attractiveness have very little to do with penises.

There's also a vast difference between your POV character thinking some other dude's huge package is admirable and your POV character thinking he himself is inadequate. He could think his own dick is average and that it would be nicer to be hung like a pornstar without being insecure about it. He could also have a big dick yet still be insecure about it because he's a weirdo who's obsessed with penis size. He could be a size queen who wants to take a ride on that. He could have an ex girlfriend who thought big penises hurt and be creepily fascinated and wonder whom this guy fucks and how they manage.

All this shit is a character point. Stop treating it as immutable truth where someone can give you the Correct Answer™ for you to slot into your writing or spank bank fantasies.

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sidesteppostinghours · 2 months ago

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Please post more about your transfem herald headcannon i beg of youuuu i am so intrigued

flattered that youre interested enough to wanna know more about transfem danny but also. bold of you to assume i can articulate my thoughts abt him at all 🗿 im so sorry this post is prlly going to end up incoherent. i recommend @/flystep for more posts about the hc though, they talk about it more than i do and a lot of my ideas have been pulled from or influenced by them, but! i would say most of my reasons for hcing herald as transfem boil down to what i said here:

#theres something in the way that herald conforms to the /ideas/ of what men and women should be like that makes me think that-if he ever ha#a real opportunity to play around with his gender- might lead to some revelations. i think herald is so sick of being what the world tells-#-him to be and that feeling would bleed into his gender identity

i dont think herald applies his standards of man and woman to other people (or at least not intentionally) but subconsciously does so to himself, especially because theres never really been anyone challenging his internal sense of identity that could push him to start questioning it. like, even with sentinel, most of the gender talks that happened were (im assuming) centered around daniels questions/comments than anything about himself. daniel lived– and continues to live– in an extremely controlling environment that taught him to be hyper-aware of the way hes perceived, and more importantly, it taught him that he needed to be perceived in the right way. hes been told his entire life that he has to present himself correctly, that there was no room for flexibility or experimentation at the threat of his home/safety/career. but i also think that its not a role he Wants to play– i think theres rebellion and defiance simmering under the surface, but there are too many stakes involved for anything to happen.

plus, daniel,,,,doesnt really think about his own identity that much???? or himself as a whole for that matter. like, im p sure he doesnt even know hes bisexual until sidestep (and Only if sidestep is nb/male). honestly im not even gonna try explaining this one im just gonna offer you this because it captures what i say perfectly and lives in my mind rent free. so yeah, i dont think herald wouldve ever questioned being a man lmfao.

i havent thought much about post transition daniel so i have no idea how hed present rip. i think hed really like wearing dresses but thats about as far as i know. ive seen both femme and masc and i like both interpretations so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ tbh though, i think finding his personal style requires both time and space to experiment, which is a luxury he doesnt have considering the demands and expectations placed on him. without something Seriously upending the way hes living at the moment, i dont think its something he would have the chance to explore even After he sorts out his gender. which is, of course, why im sending my beloved transman cyrus who refuses to take any shit to fuck his gender up.

anyway have this sketch of m and f herald having a category five transgener moment. as a treat

#herald #fhr #pulp draws #pulp answers #THANK YOU V V MUCH FOR THE ASK JULES #once again you have fueled my gender ramblings #one day i will make that post about the genderbent au ok. i am rotating it. it is in the microwave #i dont actually think the heralds would get gender envy from eachother but i Do think theyd immediately go “wish i was them”#and then have a record scratch moment when they realize “wait. why do i want to be them.”#i scrolled through a bunch of my herald tag trying to figure out how to word this and now im insane about him again. goddamnit #im reading this through again and realized a lot of what i said here could also apply to transmasc/genderqueer interpretations of him #and yk what #that kind of fucks #give that white boy a storyline that is so transgender

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daydream-believin · 3 months ago

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Like a Boiled Frog (you don't even scream) [ch 3]

Start here! + previous chapter

Chapter summary: Hear a horrible story from Mikey's childhood. Play (more like fight for your life) some air hockey while interrogating him. Figure out he's a walking corpse. Meet Helpy :)

Warnings: I mean you can see the graphic imagery right there in the first paragraph lol. canon-typical violence.

Word count: 3920, but quite a lot happens

A/N: Im sorry if this ruins it for anyone but part of this au is that michael and henry have a good relationship lol. uh also the mention of the trope "Final Girl" is gender neutral. Don't have to be a girl to be a "Final Girl", promise

Taglist: @spirit-of-the-hollow (thanks for being so sweet, btw)

“And then I did the worst thing I’ve ever done in my entire life. I lifted him up to the bloody thing’s mouth,” Michael leaned down, pushing his face into your personal space in some half-assed effort to scare you, “And I do mean bloody, not in the British way. That wretched animatronic worked like a clam, opening and closing to look like it was singing. The jaw was spring-loaded. Popped his head like a balloon,”

Your gaze briefly flicked behind him to the garbage sculpture that had a balloon for a head, and you let out the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. This lungful of air hitting his face caused him to close his eyes and retreat from his little intimidation tactic. Yeah, your breath had to smell nasty right now, sorry man.

He violently raked a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath himself. Thankfully, despite the callous way he presented the facts, he didn’t seem to be proud of this… accomplishment. You could see it in his eyes. He was just trying and failing to act tough and scare you away.

His hair was slightly off-kilter now. Yeah, that was a rug. Hmm. Weird, he didn’t look old enough to already be balding to the point of needing one. But, from what you’ve seen, he might be some kind of cyborg or something. If he “got gutted like a fish” and his eyes glowed in the dark.

“He died in the hospital not even a day later...”

“Oh,” was all you could offer.

His tone had been angry, but you could perceive that it was more with himself than anything. Which you could understand, you’d be incredibly angry with yourself if you were responsible for the gruesome death of a child. Damn. You clumsily put a hand on his shoulder in some attempt at comfort. Michael, in defiance of your expectations, didn’t immediately try to shake it off. But he did glare at you briefly.

Silence settled over you two as you tried to gauge if he was going to keep adding on to this awful story or if he’d hit the limit on what he was willing to relive. You gently patted his shoulder. Michael looked back at you, mouth open like he was about to say something else, but then closed it in a deep frown. Alright, your turn then.

“I am so, so sorry… I—I don’t even know what to say.”

“No one ever does,” he chuckled to himself, as you used the hand that was already resting on his shoulder to pull him into a full embrace, “What are—”

He stiffened up, clearly not used to the physical contact. That’s okay, you weren’t either. But you needed this. For some reason. It was a bit awkward, still being up on the stage, but that was okay too.

“Mate, you don’t have to—it happened 40 years ago, I’m okay,” his tone had the annoyance of someone tired of telling the same old story.

You squeezed Michael a little harder. He was so cold, even in the summer heat. Probably because he kept it like an icebox in here.

“Maybe you don’t feel like you need a hug after all that, Michael, but I do,”

You didn’t even know him. But just the thought of something as horrible as this happening made your stomach churn. The worst kind of horror story: a real one.

He shook you off of him, brushing himself off as he left the stage.

“You want to play some air hockey? I just fixed the machine this morning and need to test it out,”

Okay… So y’all are obviously done talking about this, apparently. You wouldn’t hold it against him. You wouldn’t want to keep talking about this either and would want a quick distraction like this too. Suppose this was technically him getting right back to work. Which was getting a little suspicious, like he was a little kid who was scrambling to do all the chores he procrastinated on because he could hear Daddy pull up in the driveway.

----

Michael fired up the machine and breathed a sigh of relief when it actually stayed on for more than a few seconds this time. He had in fact fixed it. Good. That would’ve been embarrassing.

The machine hummed, providing some kind of background noise to cut the silence. Perhaps Mike would consider turning the radio back on over the PA system, if he wasn’t planning on quickly smoking you at this little game and then shoving you right back out the door again. If he turned on the music, you might get the wrong idea and think you’re being welcomed.

You just... Needed to get out of here, okay? The longer you’re here the worse it’s going to get. Even though you were stubborn as a mule, you did seem to care about his brother in some capacity. It was probably a side effect of whatever manipulation that toy bear had used to get you in town, but caring is caring. Unfortunately, sentimentality had no place here at Fazbear Entertainment. As ironic as that statement is, the restaurant being a children’s birthday venue.

“So, um,” you placed your hand over the mallet to draw it back towards you as it began floating away, “you know how I mentioned, um, how Evan was, like, really scared of this one dude?”

“Yeah,” Michael tossed the puck onto the table and almost violently hit it in your direction.

He wasn’t pulling any punches, and he really didn’t like where this conversation was headed.

“And that dude looks like you,” you barely managed to hit the puck back at him.

“Yep.” He popped that P hard.

Michael’s annoyance at grown-ups fussing at him and telling him how handsome he was going to be one day because he looked just like his father had blossomed into a full blown feeling of hatred and disgust as an adult. Especially if it was some stranger like you, throwing the fact in his face like that.

The puck zoomed to him, and he shot it straight into your goal. He was not even looking at you. It looked like he was just preoccupied with whether or not the scoreboard was actually displaying the right numbers, so you didn’t hold it against him.

You took a breath, annoyed that your prompting didn’t get a bite, “Well, would you mind me asking who that dude is?”

You tossed the puck back onto the table and sent it his way. You should’ve held it against him, however, because he was blatantly avoiding your gaze on purpose, actually, cross that you were pushing this topic.

“I would mind, actually,” he once again took no prisoners, spiking the puck.

You narrowly escaped him getting a one-hit kill on you, “Well, normally I would respect that,”

“Good, then respect it,” he said through gritted teeth, trying to shut this whole conversation down.

“But given the circumstances, I don’t think I will, no”

He hit the puck so hard it flew off the air table and rolled under a neighboring arcade cabinet. Shit.

“So, are you his cyborg clone or something,” you watched as he shuffled down onto his knees to reach under the cabinet.

He sat back on his haunches, “What?”

“You said Evan died 40 years ago, and you are very much not an old man right now.”

“That’s because I’m dead,” he said as if it were obvious, walking back to his battle station at the air hockey table.

Christ almighty. Is he… Is he doomed to run a pizza restaurant for all eternity or something? Because that’s how these stories normally go. Someone commits an egregious sin, and they’re cursed to walk the earth, righting their wrong. In his case, having accidentally killed his brother, he now has to make sure all the children at Freddy Fazbear’s have perfect birthday parties. Is this Utahn Chuck E Cheese rip-off his purgatory?

He once again tossed the puck back onto the table, sending your way in a flash, “But you’re asking about my father. Our father.” he said this incredibly coldly.

And normally when people said “father” and not “dad”, there was a reason.

Welp, there’s that one-hit kill. You didn’t even register it, too wrapped up in this case now, like you were Fred Scooby Doo or something. Freddy Fazbear Scooby—Anyway.

“I uh, I don’t get the sense you liked him very well either, then,”

He laughed, that laugh that reminded you of said father, apparently, “You could say that. The man is a homicidal maniac, Y/n. I’m not exactly concerning myself with buying him the right tie for Father’s Day. Although, I did buy him one shaped like a fish as a joke one year, but his fashion taste is so horrendous he wore it like it was normal,”

You clumsily hit the puck to the wall, and it lazily bounced between walls in a way that told you Michael was about to have to lean over the table to reach it.

Honestly, what were you expecting? Eh, that’s not entirely fair to Mr. Coveralls Senior. You thought he was abusing his kids, sure, but ‘homicidal’ is new territory. You could easily see how one could fade into the other, however.

Even more alarmingly, you couldn’t help but notice the present tense.

Maybe Michael wasn’t the only one doomed to walk the earth here, and the idea sent shivers down your spine.

Mike did in fact have to lean over the table to hit that puck straight into your goal once again.

“Come on now, I feel like you’re not even trying.”

“I feel like I’m at an appropriate level of trying, all things considered,” even so, you redoubled your efforts.

You hit the puck as fast and as straight as you could get it. Unfortunately, he parried that easily, like he could do it in his sleep. Considering he might be bound to pizzeria arcades for all eternity, maybe he could’ve.

“What exactly do you mean by ‘homicidal maniac’,

“I mean that we still don’t have a solid number on his victims, and let’s leave it at that. Just try not to be one of them, okay?”

You swallowed hard, keeping your eyes on the puck.

That did maybe provide some insight on Michael’s renovation frenzy, however. Was Daddy pulling into the driveway soon?

“So, like,” you managed to go four hits in before he won the point this time, “I’ve noticed you’re working pretty hard. Is this whole… Family thing the reason you were up all night? Is this a “hammers ever cease” type situation?”

“A what situation?” he effortlessly sent the puck back to you the second it was on his side again. No moments of respite when it came to air hockey, apparently.

“Okay see there was this lady, who had this house built with a bajillion rooms,” he raised his brow in playful question, “I can’t remember the actual number on command, okay?”

He shot the puck into your goal ruthlessly, “sorry, continue,”

To be honest, as much as you were annoyed, you were just grateful to be interacting with another human being for as long as you two had been.

“Anyway, her husband and his father ran a rifle company, right, so when those two guys died—plus their daughter also died as an infant—she consulted a medium,” you once again had the opening shot, that he also once again deflected like second nature.

One goal, you just want one goal on this guy, it’s all you’re asking here.

“Oh, we’re not a fan of those medium types around here, they like to break in and harass the ghosts, causing disreputable property damage,”

“The medium told her that she was cursed by the ghosts of all those who had been shot with those rifles they sold. And she told her to start adding on to her house, as a way to, I don’t know, trick the ghosts or whatever. But the medium said that if the hammers ever ceased, then she would die. So, Mrs. Winchester hired enough workmen to be building at all hours, even through the night.”

“As in, mother of Sam and Dean—”

“No, not those Winchesters. This lady was real.”

Anddddd two more points and he wins. You know what, fine. You needed to use his phone to call a mechanic soon anyway. Assuming it isn’t already past five. Suspiciously, Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria didn’t have any clocks anywhere, just like a real-life adult casino.

“Strangely, you’re kinda not wrong about the family thing, but the reason I’ve been going non-stop lately is actually because I need this place open by Friday, for the Peach Days heritage festival.”

“OH, yeah that makes sense,” now less distracted, you hit the puck very fast. You were proud, even.

And you got one-shotted again.

“I’m really banking on this rush,” he raked a hand through his wig—sorry hair, “I’ve maybe run out of money…”

“Maybe?”

“So, I’ve very surely run out of money,”

“Yeahhh,” one more goal and he wins this, so it’s time for psychological warfare, “I can tell.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah man,” you successfully parried his shot, “you have trash sculptures on a stage. You’re missing half the lightbulbs. And that ball pit over there is a cardboard box.”

“Okay, so I may have put a little too much of my funds into a certain project a little too soon,” YES, and now he’s too busy thinking about his project to hit like a demon anymore.

Even still, he had you scrambling to keep the puck out of your goal box, “What kind of project?”

Yeah, no. It didn’t matter.

He spiked the puck into your goal one last time, triggering the end of game music to play from the scorekeeper, “You want to see him?”

He sounded so excited. Alas, you had to go through the five stages of grief before you could return to playing your part in this conversation. You looked up at the big flashing 7-0 on the scorekeeper. Man, you didn’t even stand a chance in hell of winning, did you? Fitting, considering you might be standing in a certain zombie’s personal hell right now.

“Come on, I’ve got to show you this,”

Always full of surprises, this Mr. Michael A. Coveralls, grabbed your hand and led you off to a backroom of the restaurant. And you followed obediently, like a big dummy. Perhaps you are not exactly “Final Girl” material… His hand was cold. Cold like the dead, you supposed.

----

You passed by a couple private party rooms as he tugged you into the third one, that he had co-opted into a workspace. The place looked all decorated and ready to go, if not for the scattered mechanical parts and smears of motor oil all over the table.

In the center of the table lied what you could only describe as The Birthday Boy. A colorful little robot bear, about the size of a toddler. Not activated, of course. Many parts were exposed still, wires sticking out of odd places.

“This is Helpy,”

“Awww, Helpy,” that was so cute.

“Yeah, he’s gonna be a real good helper,” Michael fiddled with the wires even as he spoke with you.

“Did you make this all by yourself?”

You adored robots, but could never in a million years design and build one yourself. That was a feat only dream-you could accomplish. You had plenty of talents, of course, but you had to admit engineering was not one of them. So, needless to say, you were pretty impressed.

“Well, the design is pretty derivative of the ones Uncle Henry used to make, as you can probably tell,” he motioned for you to sit at the bench with him so he could continue tinkering with the bear without someone standing over him, “but yeah, other than that, I’ve built him from scratch.”

“Dude. That’s so cool.”

He snickered, trying to hide the ego boost he got from that small little praise.

“He’s only a little thing.”

Mike started messing with some kind of fuse box type thing, you didn't know. He was bending some wiring with needle nose pliers.

“Hand me that tape?”

You obliged, giving him the roll of electrical tape that had been on your left, “No, seriously man, I mean it, this is amazing. I wish I could figure out robotics.”

You propped your head up with your elbow, watching him work. He didn’t notice you staring, too wrapped up in his project.

“You could…” he trailed off, not liking how he almost offered to give you lessons.

That was… an incredibly selfish thought, just then. Sure, you were the first real person he’d gotten to really interact with since he burned down Fazbear Frights last year. Sure, you didn’t appear to be put off by his whole deal in the slightest. Sure, you acted interested in his work. He should stop thinking about this. About you. You needed to be on the next bus out of Hurricane.

“Heh, nah, I don’t think so. But thanks for being supportive,” you nudged him with your elbow.

He smiled at you sadly, before returning his focus to the part in his hands. He screwed the box back shut, having finished up the inside.

“I think I’ll be able to get him up and running by tomorrow,”

“Oh, cool! Can I come see?”

Michael placed the tool in his hand back down onto the table with a dull thud. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to relieve some of the stress. It didn't work.

“No, actually, you can’t come see,”

“Why? I promise I won’t be very distracting,”

“No,” he said more firmly, more harshly, “You have to leave.”

“I’m not–”

“You have to get out of this town now before it swallows you, Y/n,” he grabbed your shoulder, making eye contact, “Go to Vegas, go to LA, go to Salt Lake even, I don't care. Just get in your car and leave.”

You just stared at him for a moment. You knew he wasn’t wrong. You knew, at least for the last few hours of your trip here, that you had been walking right into some kind of ghost’s trap. Everything within you agreed on heeding his warning.

Alas, there was still one little problem.

“My car broke down in your parking lot.”

He slowly closed those glowing eyes of his, letting go of you in favor of rubbing his temples. Of course. Of fucking course.

“But you’re a mechanic, right? Fixing one little station wagon isn’t nearly as complex as building robots, right? I’m sure you’ll figure out what's wrong with it and fix it easily. Ten minutes, tops.” you were aware you were rambling at this point.

—-

Yeah, no. It had already been way longer than ten minutes. Try close to an hour. You stood in the Utah heat, sweating and trying not to feel so guilty about taking up so much of Michael’s time. You waited there, wanting to help but unable to provide anything more than handing him a wrench occasionally.

“Okay, so I think I’ve figured out what’s wrong with it,” he wiped a bit of oil from his cheek, and you tried not to stare, “Good news is, the parts shouldn’t be more than $300, if we get them used,”

You cringed, “ohhh, uhhh, see now,”

“What?”

“You know how you said you were out of money? Well, twinsies,”

“Not even—”

“No, I just paid rent, and rent takes up like 90% of my paycheck,” you felt the need to explain, embarrassed.

“Ohh,” he sounded tired, “Okay.”

He once again slowly closed those glowing eyes and rubbed his temples. You felt really bad for the amount of stress you were causing this poor man. Zombie.

“Yeah,” you stuttered nervously.

“There’s nothing wrong with that, I know how ridiculous the housing prices are getting, it’s just that, well, that was the good news.”

“What’s the bad news?”

“...Why don’t we go inside to talk, I can’t be out here in this heat too long without consequences,” he started for the restaurant, with just a quick glance back to see if you were following.

Okay well now you felt even worse about all this, if that was even possible at this point.

You followed him into the pizzeria like a puppy nipping at his heels, “Michael. Michael. What’s the bad news?”

He leaned against the prize counter, wiping off his hands with a chamois. His hands were pretty rough, calloused, and yet dextrous, as you saw when he was working with the wiring.

“The bad news was that there was no way I was going to have time to fix it before the weekend, so I was going to suggest calling some other mechanic to do it so you wouldn’t have to stay here that long, but it looks like that’s off the table now,”

“Yeah, uh, you’re going to have to do it, no way I can afford some other guy,”

He looked at you with an expression you could only describe as a mixture of playful and exasperated.

“NOT THAT I WASN’T GOING TO PAY YOU,”

“It’s okay…” he trailed off, staring off into space.

You were kinda worried he hurt himself outside earlier, with the sluggish way he was acting now. The silence stretched on. He was definitely just, thinking, that was all. You tried not to become too concerned, lest you start fussing over him. Something told you he wouldn’t appreciate that.

God. What were you gonna do? You were broke. Your car was broke. Thankfully you had enough for a night or two in a seedy motel, but you were leaning more towards just sleeping in the car. Mike may not like someone camping in his parking lot but you needed to save what little you had so you could actually eat something. Maybe you could mooch off of the pizzeria, get Michael to give you the trash pizzas. Yeah.

He shook his head, sighing in frustration. Apparently whatever argument he was having in his head wasn’t going well.

Michael chuckled to himself. You weren’t sure what was funny.

“I cannot believe I’m about to say this, but how would you feel about working the festival with me to pay for the parts?”

“And your service,” you looked at him sternly, “I’ve caused you enough trouble as is, least I could do is pay for your time, sir,”

“Don’t call me sir,” he raked a hand through his hair, a nervous tick, you’ve noticed, “It would actually be a big help, since, well, I’m currently understaffed at the moment–”

“You don’t have any employees, do you?”

“I have two, thank you,”

You laughed, “That’s not counting Helpy, is it?”

“No, it’s not counting Helpy,”

“I suppose you’ve got yourself a deal then, Mr. Coveralls,”

You held out your hand and he took it gingerly. You ignored how cold it was this time, focusing more on how it felt in yours. A firm, professional handshake, and the arrangement was sealed. You just hoped you hadn’t just made a deal with a demon. A charming demon, but a demon, nonetheless.

“It’s… It’s um.. Emily. By the way,” he stuttered.

“What?”

“My last name… It’s Emily.”

“Oh…” you smiled, “Very nice to meet you, Michael Emily.”

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Reader x Jack have tension as she tells him on short notice she’s going to intern in Paris. Jack makes a big decision in a big way.

STORY WITHIN A STORY: Gender reveal party

****light smut, drama, romance**** 18+ ZONE

“So you came back why” you said flatly.

“No attitude this time.” Jack said “Can I come in?” Assuming you would say yes he moved past you into your apartment.

“Ummm sure come on in” You said half-heartedly

“Ok what you saw was just her leaving my house because I told her to leave.” He explained

“Yeah we’ve been over this and I don’t care.” You said digging your heels in.

“Dammit!” Jack said pounding his fist on your kitchen table

“Do you need to leave again Jackman because I really like that table. You gave it to me.” You said moving closer to him.

As you went closer Jack pulled you close. He was sitting down and buried his face in your stomach. You ran your fingers through his freshly washed curls. You knew you would forgive him of anything, but you didn’t have to like it.

“Baby I…” he started

“Shhhh. Please. I’m ok.” You said assuring him “I have something to tell you anyway.

Jack thought you were taking the situation unusually well. He tensed up and looked up at you with his big blue eyes and long lashes.

“I’m going to France.” You said

“Ok, so when will you be back?” Jack asked cautiously. Lots of people go to France. What was the big deal?

“For a year. I leave in a few weeks, you’ll be doing movie promo so that really boils it down to maybe a week. I’m so sorry. I came over to tell you and saw that bitch at your house and then thought I would never tell you and just disappear, but I could never live with myself.” You hurriedly explained

Jack stood up and started walking around the room. He was playing with the hairs under his lip and pacing which meant he was deep in thought. He did not say a word for a good few minutes.

“Jack?” You asked trying to make him stop moving around.

“I’m in love with you.” He said looking directly at you now with pain in his eyes as they started to look glassy.

You gasped in shock. You knew it was more than a casual relationship, but you didn’t expect this. When your job said there was an opportunity to go to France you jumped at it. Now you stood speechless as it looked like he was about to cry.

You walked over to him and enveloped him in a warm embrace. Had you known his feelings you would have said no to the opportunity. You started to cry. “Why didn’t you tell me this before?” You said as you tried to contain your sadness to be able to speak.

“I don’t typically tell girls that because of my life.” He said tired and winded. It was taking more of a toll on him than he imagined. “I gotta go. I’m sorry, maybe I’ll call you later. I need air.” He said heading for the door.

All you could do was let him go. “For what it’s worth, had I known I would’ve said no.” You said. Your words trailing behind him as he walked away.

“Then I would be very disappointed in you.” He said stopping and turning to face you and taking your hand. “You’re too fucking amazing. I would want nothing less than for you to go.” He said “Can I come hold you in Paris?”

You started uncontrollably bawling with your face in your hands. “Hold me now…Please Jack.” You said, now a crumbling mess.

“I gotta go bubby.” He said kissing you on the top of your head. He got into his Jeep and drove off. You watched him round the corner and fade away.

PART 2

“Bonjour Mademoiselle.” The man at the desk said as you entered your apartment lobby

“Bonjour Claude” you said yawning. You hadn’t really seen much of France. Work hours were quite long and then you were too tired to take in much.

Your apartment had a beautiful view where you could see the Eiffel Tower far in the distance but seeing it all lit up even far away kept you hopeful that one day he would come visit.

You spoke to Jack on FaceTime almost every day at first. After a few months it died down to about a couple times a month. You knew he was still struggling with the fact that you left. You had a great dinner planned. Just a baguette, some creamy pasta with white wine. The French knew how to eat and you had put on a few lbs! Jack commented on one FaceTime that you looked good and “healthy” as he put it.

You put on his music and began to cook. Soon a lovely aroma was filling your small kitchen, the doors to the balcony were flung open and “Little Secret” filled the Paris air. You chuckled to yourself remembering something silly he used to do. Then the joy of the memory turned to tears trickling down your cheeks without you noticing. You snapped out of it and opened your laptop to watch some Netflix while you ate. No matter what you did he kept invading your thoughts.

Suddenly you heard a familiar voice from down below call out to you. You froze. “No way…it couldn’t be. He hasn’t called in weeks. You slowly peeked over the balcony railing to see Jack climbing up the fire escape ladder with a rose in his teeth. A crowd had gathered around to watch this display of affection to screams and cheers. The French loved romance that’s for sure!

When he got to your floor he took the rose from his teeth and handed it to you. He flashed a big smile and pulled you in kissing you passionately. Loud cheers erupted from down below. Jack loved the attention. You held onto him but hadn’t said a word yet. You were happy, embarrassed, and crying all at the same time. “You ain’t happy to see me bubby?” He said kicking off his favourite 550’s and relaxing on your couch. “Nice crib” he said approvingly looking around.

You were still staring at him in disbelief. You still had the rose in your hand standing in one spot not moving.

“You look thick and real good.” He said with a smile in his low sexy drawl.

“You…um look really good too.” You said screaming inside. His hair was longer, he was wearing glasses, a navy Moncler polo shirt, and jeans. Fucking jeans. He looked good enough to jump on but you kept your cool.

“Why you just standing there?” He asked with a grin. He knew the effect he had on you especially surprising you like this. “Come to daddy.” He said patting the spot next to him on the couch.

You of course obeyed. You couldn’t help it and he knew it. “So…. You just be climbing up fire escapes in your free time after weeks of not calling?” You questioned furrowing your brow.

Jack thought it was so cute when you were annoyed which made you more irritated. He placed a hand on your thigh and looked you deep in your eyes. The intense eye contact made you drop your eyes. He lifted up you chin and saw how much you had started to cry and were shaking. “Put the rose down and let’s talk.” He said warmly.

“Where have you been?” You fired angrily

“Kentucky.” He replied “Dad got sick so I went off the grid for a while. I’m sorry.”

“Jack I’m so sorry. I feel so stupid and selfish.” You apologized

“Well with my track record how were you supposed to know?” He reasoned “Probably thought I moved on, but I don’t think that’s possible for me.” He said stroking your hair lovingly. The sun started to go down. He got up and walked over to the balcony, stepping out into the twinkling night. You followed and held him around his waist resting your head on his back. “You don’t understand, I’m always in control” he said gazing into the distance at the Tower. “I was miserable after you left. Couldn’t even focus in the studio. I called less and less because I was in too much pain.”

You just held onto him harder not ever wanting to let go. “Can we just stay like this?” You said wistfully

“My thoughts exactly.” He said breaking the embrace and turning you around

Just then there was a knock at your door. Jack smiled and said “Answer the door baby”

A man dressed as a restaurant server holding a bottle of wine and looking at a delivery sheet said in broken English “ummm Jack…ummm Harlow?”

“He’s not here.” You said protectively. What the hell was going on? Ain’t no way some weird shit was going down on Jack on your watch.

“Baby its ok.” Jack laughed coming to the door. “Her bark is worse than her bite. He joked as he kissed you. “Come on in.” He said waving the man in.

You were completely confused as you saw a few men dressed as servers come into your apartment. One with a wine bottle, one started setting a table with a candle, roses, and place settings for 2. He held a chair out for you and motioned over for you to sit. Jack sat as well with a huge grin on his face as he saw how completely surprised you were.

“What’s all this?” You said gleefully with your hands on your mouth in awe

“Just a lil sumn I thought would cheer you up.” He said winking.

You both enjoyed a full course French meal in front of your open balcony doors. As the server played a violin. Jack had thought of everything. The lights of Paris like fireflies outside. You and Jack giggled and laughed so hard for hours. You drank more than half the bottle of wine yourself as Jack got refills of water from the waiter. “Not even one glass with me?” You said pouting and giggling

Jack amazed at your beauty in the candlelight and seeing you so happy knew it was time. He drew a deep breath reached into his pocket pulling out a small box. He put it on the table and nudged it towards you. You stopped breathing, looking at the box and then back at him. You didn’t say a word, but swallowed hard and started to sweat.

“Now I know you’re very independent baby.” He said “So I’m not here to pressure you”

“Oh my god yes!” You blurted

“Yes!!? But how do know what’s in the box? Could be a wad of chewed gum.” He laughed opening it and getting on one knee. You giggled uncontrollably and started to cry.

“Y/n…. Will you make me the happiest man in Kentucky and marry me?” Jack asked his blue eyes shining in the candlelight

“Yes! Oh my god yes yes yes!!” You exclaimed holding out your hand for him to place the ring on it.

The ring easily slipped onto your finger. Of course Jack knew your exact size. “I had it custom made in Paris.” He said

“Jack it’s gorgeous!” You said breathlessly as you admired how blinding and delicately beautiful it shone.

“Well it has competition with my beautiful wife.” He said sweetly.

You stood up to hold him and you both swayed to the violin as the Paris air cane in and sounds of the street floated up to your balcony. You locked in to a deep kiss. His full cherry lips caressing yours and your tongues intertwining.

“Now about those 8 daughters…” Jack said smiling

STORY 2: GENDER REVEAL

“Thank you just put the balloons over there” Maggie fussed. You were so grateful to have her there. Her mom and your mom were looking after everything, after all, you were about ready to burst. You knew what it was but you and Jack had kept the baby’s gender a secret the entire time. Not even Urban knew.

“Bruh’s like Fort Knox.” Urban said while dipping a chip at the elaborate snack table. “I don’t even know.” He told another guest who assumed being Jack’s best friend that he knew if it was a boy or a girl.

Jack entered the backyard of his parent’s house with flats of beer and water. “Where do you want these mom.” He said wiping his brow. It was summer in Kentucky and a very hot day. Jack had a white tank top on with sweat shorts, and 990’s of course.

Amazed at how hot your husband to be was and how horny you were seeing as you were pregnant you sat there eating a popsicle staring at him. Across the yard he made eye contact with you and you put the whole popsicle in your mouth to mess with him. “Over there hunny.” Maggie said snapping him out of his trance staring back at you. “Hunny get out of those sweaty clothes and get ready. Everyone will be here soon.” Maggie ordered. He put down the flats of drinks and headed inside to freshen up as his mom said.

After awhile nobody was looking and you snuck inside the house and up the stairs. You tipi toed to your husband’s childhood bedroom and slowly cracked open the door. You heard him happily rapping an Andre 3000 verse as he dried off from his quick shower. You caught him at the perfect time. “Jesus baby!” Jack said jumping “Fucking little creeper.” He smiled “Da fuk you up to sneaking around my parent’s house?”

“Well, I saw how hot and sweaty you were and I thought I would come help you peel off those clothes but I see your doing fine so I’ll just dip” You went to head out knowing he would stop you.

“No you don’t.” He said pulling you back “Come here you little horn dog.” He said smiling as he pulled you in for a kiss. As he held you and kissed you his towel fell off his waist to the floor. You reached down and took his manhood in your hands gently starting to stroke it.

Jack moaned “Everyone is outside.”

“I’ll be quick.” You said sitting on the bed now facing his erect “on brick”situation as Jack would say. You pumped it a few times and spit on it before taking all of him into your warm mouth that was waiting to receive him.

Jack bent his head back letting out a deep moan. He looked down at you his damp curls hanging and ocean eyes focused on you taking his cock in and out of your mouth. You clenched his ass and paused with the whole shaft deep in your throat. Jack winced in painful pleasure “uughhh!” He let out. Pumping it some more as you took his sack of “kids” into your mouth he came in a huge climax and got you in the face. You squealed and laughed.

Jack stood there naked as he came down off the high. His lean abdomen rising and falling and his hands on his hips as he tried to regain his composure to face his family and act like he hadn’t just got an amazing blow job in his childhood bedroom. “You missed a spot baby.” He said between breaths “I think a bit got in your hair” he said making an attempt with his towel to clean you up.

“Thanks Jackman.” You laughed. Then you stood and kissed him. “Now get dressed because they are kicking they want to be known!”

“Thank you baby.” He said kissing you. “I love my little freak!” He said slapping you on the ass.

You left the room in a giggle and rejoined the party. Eventually Jack followed in a button up plaid shirt and cargo pants for the occasion. Everyone was eating drinking and dancing in the sun. Jack’s little cousins were running around squealing and popping balloons as Drama spun Jack’s hits. “Sup bruh’” Jack greeted Drama.

Drama smiled and caught Jack’s direction to cut the music. It was time. Everyone gathered around the balloon arch and the happy couple to find out if it was a boy or a girl. Jack looked around at all the people he loved. His parents, Clay, his grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, Urban, all the Homies, Lake, Cannon, Drama and his kids, KY Engineering, Neemo and his kids, Gee and his kids, Druski and his girlfriend, Sunni, Twiggy, Copeland, and other KY friends, and everyone from your side. His eyes started to water as he put a hand on your stomach and spoke.

“Miss, I know you thought your daughter shouldn’t get mixed up with a rapper, but I hope I proved you wrong.” Jack said smiling looking over at your mom. She lovingly smiled back in approval. “Mom, I know you never thought I would settle down.” Jack said now turning to his mom “but I got my act together in a big way and I have you to thank you for keeping me on track. Plus dad would kill me if I got this beautiful girl pregnant and didn’t do right by her.” Jack shot a look over at his dad who nodded in agreement. “So right after I asked y/n to marry me we found out we were pregnant. I blame Paris!” Jack laughed sentimentally. “But I gotta say finding out I was going to be a dad was the best day of my life. So without further ado, me and the future Mrs. Harlow are about to reveal the gender of our little thing cooking in the oven.” He said.

Jack’s mom brought over a couple of white balloons filled with confetti in the colour of the baby’s sex. Jack looked at you and you looked at him. “Ready Bubs?” He asked you with a pin waiting to pop them. You nodded. “1….2…..3” he yelled. A pink number 3 with pink confetti burst into the air as they popped the balloons as Drama played “What’s Poppin”.

At first everyone was still and quiet. Your mother squealed and broke the silence. “3 BABIES???” She said jumping up and down running over to hug you and Jack. Everyone erupted in cheers and surprise. “3 girls?” You and Jack nodded and took the onslaught of hugs and pats on the back.

“Holy fuck bro!” Urban said in shock “I’m a fucking uncle of 3 like instantly.”

Jack had his arm around Urban. “My boys can fucking swim in a big way bro.” Jack said with fake humility.

“I thought your belly was super big but I didn’t want to make you feel bad” Maggie said lovingly rubbing your tummy. “Well I’ll be busy!” She said with joy.

After all the guests started trickling out, it was just down to a few of Jack’s buddies having drinks and talking on the lawn chairs as the sun started to go down. Drake and other celebrities FaceTimed Jack to congratulate him.

“3 that’s a lot bro. No more bitches for you.” Copelan said choking in a cloud of smoke as he took a pull off a joint. Jack really hadn’t stepped out on Y/N since the engagement so the comment made Jack defensive.

“I got incredible head this afternoon in my childhood room where I used to dream about girls like Y/N liking me, and the only thing you were dipping into was your chips in some dip out here bro.” Jack said in satisfaction looking over at you helping your mom and Maggie clean up. “I’m the luckiest fucking man in Kentucky.”

@itsyagirljaz @killatravtramp @jackmans-poison @jackharloww @jackharlowunseen @jacksmoviestar-deactivated20230 @jacks-daycare @a-moment-captured @angelbae05

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eddievanhammettmunson · 2 years ago

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Wanted

Eddie Munson x GNreader

Authors note- hola my ghouls, gremlins and fellow goblins. This is just a short one shot for my homies that want to feel wanted.

Warnings- rough home life, angst, fluff, use of pet names like sweetheart but no gender or mentions of y/n

Summary- after getting a letter from your mother, you take a look back on your life and the people that make you feel wanted. 1.4k

Eddie was worried to say the least. You were his best friend and he hadn’t heard from you in days. At first he thought you were just sick but now he knows you’re definitely avoiding him. He drove by your house twice in the last 3 days and every time he stopped by he could tell you were home but not answering the door.

Not only were you not showing up to school but now you were avoiding him. He doesn’t know what he did to upset you but he was determined to figure it out.

He sat on the edge of his bed, guitar in hand as he strummed away and thought about what he could have done to upset you but he couldn’t think of anything. The last time he’d seen you the two of you went to the movies together. All he can think of was that he tried to hold your hand half way through the movie but chickened out at the last minute. Maybe that’s why you were mad at him. Maybe you noticed and didn’t feel that way about him. Maybe you noticed and wanted him to hold your hand. Maybe you- and Eddie is snapped out of his thoughts by a knock at the trailer door. He jumps up to answer it, figuring Wayne must have forgotten his lunch or something.

The last thing Eddie is expecting to see is you on his doorstep looking distressed and upset. But that’s what he finds.

“Sweetheart? What are you doing here? Are you okay? Here come on in you must be freezing.”

Eddie steps to the side and lets you in the trailer. Wordlessly you step inside and make your way to the couch in the living room where you plop down and begin to fiddle with your fingers from nervousness. Eddie can’t help but notice that and the way you chew your lip. He knows something is eating at you.

Eddie steps forward towards the couch but doesn’t sit down. Instead he kneels in front of you and grabs your hands to stop you from fiddling with your fingers. Trying to get you to relax.

“Sweetheart? What’s going on?”

In the softest voice Eddie’s ever heard you make you finally respond.

“Wanted to see you Ed’s.”

He strokes the backs of your hands with his thumb and he can visibly see you relax in your skin. The way you slump against the couch and you finally give your bottom lip a break from the chewing.

“I came by your house sweets. Thought you were avoiding me.”

Your eyes shoot up to meet his.

“Well I was. But not because of anything you did. I needed to be on my own.”

You rush the words out hoping it will bring Eddie some relief but it doesn’t.

“Sweetheart, why were you avoiding me? What’s wrong?”

You take a deep breath and pull out an envelope from your pocket.

“I got a letter….from my mother.”

Eddie, being your best friend, knew the past you had with your family and especially what happened with your mother. He knew how hard it was for you growing up and all the things she put you through. Eddie can’t believe she would have the nerve to reach out to you. Knowing that your family is the reason he hasn’t seen you in days gets his blood boiling. But he keeps his cool because he knows what you need.

You hand him the letter and let him read it.

“Hey kiddo

I know you probably don’t want to hear from me. And I know I have no right to ask anything of you or request your forgiveness but I wanted to let you know I’ve been sober for a few years now and I’ve met a man with 3 beautiful children that I watch after. I know I can’t fix things with you but I just wanted you to know that I do love you and I’m sorry I wasn’t better for you. But I’m trying to be better now. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness. I hope you’re able to move on to better things in life.

Xoxo mom”

Along with the letter were pictures of her and her new family. As Eddie read the letter he could feel your hand shaking. When he looked up from the letter he found you sitting there with your eyes closed painfully tight. Trying but failing to prevent the tears from falling.

You begin to sob.

“I just don’t understand Eddie.”

“Understand what sweetheart.”

“Why wasn't I enough? Why didn't she want me? Why can she be better for this new family but could never do that for me. Why am I never enough.”

Eddie sets the letter down on the table and leans forward and grabs you in a hug that you accept with desperation.

Eddie begins to ramble. “Shit sweetheart you’re enough. You’re so much more than enough and I want you so much please please please don’t think you’re not enough please.”

As you two continue to hug you whisper in Eddie’s ear. “Thank you.”

Eddie pulls back slightly and brushes some of the hair out of your face.

“For what?”

“For wanting me when nobody else did.”

Those words broke his heart. How could you think nobody wanted you? You were everything to him. When he looked at you he saw the entire universe mapped out in front of him and he couldn’t imagine his life without you. It killed him to know that you thought nobody would want you and it killed him that your own family made you feel that way.

“Sweetheart, listen to me. I’ll always want you. I always have. You’re my everything. And whenever you need reminding of that just come to me. Or Steve. Or Nancy. Or Robin. Or Jonathan. Or any of the kids. Cause we all want you. We love you and we never want you to feel unwanted.”

“That’s sweet Eddie. Thank you. But that’s not what I meant. I meant you wanted me. Sure I love Steve and Nancy and Robin and Jonathan and the kids but you’re my family Eddie. I can come to you for anything and I know you’ll be here when I need you. You look at me and suddenly I don’t feel so alone. I know I’ve got at least one person I can really truly depend on.” You grab his hand and bring it to your chest. Holding his hand over your heart where he can feel it beating heavily.

“And Eddie I want you to know you’re wanted to. In the exact same way I know you want me. You’re everything to me, Eddie Munson.”

It was then that Eddie realised this was more than just a family pep talk. It was a confession. A confession of how deeply you two love each other even if you aren’t ready to say the L word quite yet. This was more meaningful. Letting each other know they’re wanted.

Eddie removes his hands from yours and brings them up to your face where he cups your cheeks gently and leans in. Just enough to where his lips brush gently over yours. He looks into your eyes for that final confirmation. You nod.

He leans in the rest of the way and your lips finally meet. All the both of you feel is relief. The kiss is like letting out all the pent up stress you’ve had for days. You two quickly become intertwined on the couch. Lost in the universe you two have created. When you finally pull away you’re both smiling ear to ear.

“Come on sweetheart let’s watch a movie together and then we can have a sleepover.”

“Only if I get to pick the first movie. But I promise you can pick all the snacks.”

“You really do complete me sweetheart.”

Eddie wraps his arms around you while you watch the movies and the two of you drift off to sleep on the couch. Knowing you’re wanted.

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noowayybroo · 2 years ago

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"Unfair" Part 3?

BECAUSE EEK SOMEONE LIKED MY STUFF AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (ahem ahem, sorry, I continue now.)

Same as always good stranger please tell me what you like / don't like :) This is for you (all) after all!!!!!

Characters: Albert Wesker + Reader

Warnings: NSFW?? (there's no seggs but like you do kinda get pretty washed away here mentally so I think uhh Minors DEFINITLEY DNI?!?!?) , Wesker absolutely hypnotises + Brainwashes you, Gender Neutral, Dub con?? Forced -> Happy about it (Manipulation ig) VERY slowburn :/ I write too much. Wesker is a LOT softer cuz I don't like meanies, I'M NEW TO RE so idek when this is set. Petnames, some teasing:<

Your captain-turned-captor was all too pleased at how malleable and docile you'd seemed to become. So much so that he trusted you enough to reach out and place his hands on your shoulders. From there, with some thought and a focused tongue swipe of his bottom lip, he was able to lead you to adjust yourself until you were sitting comfortably before him, at which point he joined you. There he was, cross legged on the ground with his hands at his lap, rummaging through his own mind as he gazed blankly at you once more. And there you were opposite him. You stared back, lips twinging, faltering as you tried to hang onto your thoughts.

Behind your sad eyes, you begged them silently to keep fighting. You needed them to keep kicking and to keep screaming before being dragged away into the darkness. You could almost see them disappear into the abyss around you, leaving you alone, unguarded as Albert's charm did a formidably good job at swallowing you whole. You hated him for this… You hated yourself more so. It's worse than death, you tried to tell yourself, I'm a soldier. I'm a hero. I'd rather die! You chant the last three words again and again in your head, becoming more upset, you're fighting back.

..Or at least - you're trying to.

Your fists clench, a fearful temper rises within you and you feel yourself shaking with rage as tears stream down your reddened face. Albert, well, he seems surprised as he watches you with raised brows. He knows he's going to have to put a swift end to this little rebellion before you boil over. Suddenly, his hot breath is on your nose as he leans in, pushing his face to be mere inches from yours. Instinctively ducking away, your head hits the wall behind you and you let out a pained hiss of the breath that neither of you knew you'd been holding in. You're caged in by his pulsating eyes alone, helpless to do anything but stare and worry. You remain like that for a while, each just analysing each other.

What will he do to you? Was he mad at your anger, furious at your challenging demeanour? Your thoughts stewed and bubbled now. Now, you were worried. He watched you. He contemplated you. His eyes were practically tasting you. He was being so thoughtful and so composed, and that surely couldn't be good for you. He shifts a little before his hands slowly rise towards your face. You fear they'd grasp at your neck until you feel them gently come to either of your cheeks, cradling your face almost tenderly. "You poor... poor thing.", he whispers, "I know you're scared in there. I know you're absolutely petrified." Was he mocking you or simply observing you? Thinking aloud? His voice dripped into your ears like a sickly, forbidden honey, quickly working at mingling with your very thoughts. "Tell me, Y/N, am I correct?"

You tense at his words, but before you can even worry about what you're about to disclose, your mouth opens ever-so-slightly-enough for you tell him everything he wants to hear. "I - I am... I am scared. I'm scared of you, Albert. I- I don't want to die." There it was, you'd admitted your shame, just as if it were his very right to hear it. It was what tore you to shreds with self hatred. You weren't a hero, you weren't a soldier, you were just you, a human who feared death. You were weak-willed, of a pliable mind, and a growing part of you wanted to trade your willpower for the chance to survive. Dread clawed at your insides as a small smile reappeared on Wesker's face.

"I understand.", he muses. "And I know you're a clever little thing. I don't have to threaten you for you to know I already have your life in the palms of my hands...", his voice trails off as thin, spasming tendrils appear from each sleeve of his jacket, trailing up his wrists and finding their way to your neck. Your breath hitches, feeling the clammy vines engulf your throat oh-so-slowly, and even-more-so threateningly, "...But it is just so fun." some of his tentacles stroke at your face and jaw, just as tenderly and observingly as the rest of his manner, and you found it hard to not be reassured in a way, just at the thought of being held during your moment of fatal vulnerability. You feel yourself slip lower; he doesn't even need to speak for you to become more docile, more willing. He grins, satisfied, leaning back as one hand remains to keep a more rough hold on your chin now. His captivating glare prevents your eyes from closing fully in response to your newfound pain.

"So I thought I'd strike a deal with you." He grins mischievously, "And for your sake, my beloved colleague, I've decided to count you in automatically, to save you the embarrassment, you know..." He trails off before fitting you with an ice cold stare, his words run agonisingly slowly from his tensed jaw, "The deal is... You keep your life!"

There's a pause. And that pause is going on far, far too long-

"...But I keep you." Your heart sinks, you'd known this was coming, but at least now if you played along you could certainly avoid death, for a while. Your eyes scan his face, desperate for any signs of deception, but any traits seem to remain unfound. Meanwhile, he seems irritated, almost confused about why you haven't piped up in immediate acceptance or refusal of his offer "You want this, don't you? You know you do! Go on! Tell me you-", You're about to heed his command, leaning forwards, ready to plead for your life before he snaps angrily, glaring away as if it's himself he's mad at "-No. I told you you didn't have to tell me. I've decided for you. I've decided that you're going to be mine..." It drove you crazy with curiosity to see the 'Great Albert Wesker' at such a war with himself, but you felt surely that there wasn't much prospect of escape in sight, so you nod slowly and look at him, ready.

He sighs, hand dropping from your chin. A crooked grin blooms on his thin face as he draws you in once more. Practically kneeling, looming above you now, he peers down at your entranced, shaking form. You're drawn helplessly towards him and his shifted, darkened demeanour once more. You had submitted so easily to him, Wesker thought as he made sure to keep his hypnotic focus upon you, of course you did - he was a powerful God, he was your Master, it was your fate. But there you were, so strong, so powerfully willed. Corrupting you felt so sinful, so wrong... He felt as though it shouldn't be so easy. At war with himself again: why was it that you had this power over him? You looked so delicious to him, want burning within him, but he felt so reluctant. You were so fragile, so beautiful, a rose with the sharpest, toughest and most ensnaring thorns. Did he dare pluck you?

"Breathe deeply for me, Y/N", words rung into eager ears, quickly becoming your command. Just as instructed, you followed his gentle purrs of 'in's and 'out's as you felt your mind slow, eyelids heavy, occasionally blinking. Each time your eyes reopened, they gazed back at him again, almost lovingly. He was so calming, so sweet. He was so caring. You'd never seen this side to him before, was it because of you? Did you do this to him? "Just relax... Breathe deeply. Listen to my voice and let it guide you. It'll be easier for the both of us...", he spits his next two words like venom. Delicious venom, "I promise."

-He did dare.

"W-Wesker, please-"

"Shhhhh", he silences you with a gentle finger to your lips. "Listen to me... You want this, you know you do." Drawn to his gaze, all you can do is gawk, wide-mouthed. His newly tender façade has your head lulling to one side, dreamily observing him. "I'll let you speak... I'll let you move, but I want you to be mine first, Okay?" You're unable to answer before a new wave of commands laps against your mind; waves on a shore. "I am your commander, I am your superior. I am above you, you... are below me. You... You are mine." You have no time to worry, to hate him even, although you are still very much capable of doing both. All you seem to want to do is listen to him and to absorb his words. They're your new reality, they're what you need. And hell, he's right. He's been above you since you joined, giving you orders, so what's changed?

"That's right... You understand, don't you? You clever, brilliant little thing.", Wesker hums, pleased as you feel your body sink further, further becoming limp, no longer able to care about your posture as you slouch against the wall behind you, the cold tile sending a prickling sensation through you. It wasn't as noticeable as the effect his candied words had on you, though. Was he... praising you? He thought you were intelligent? He thought you were wonderful? Why? You must have been thinking pretty hard. He tuts, glancing at your interlocked brows as he comes to place a hand on your temple, pouting at you. "Poor thing... What are we worrying about now?" his luscious tease tears you from your thoughts again and he smiles, satisfied, before continuing. "You're going to do as I say, when. I. say. it. You'll be so happy, too. You will absolutely love-," His hands and Uroboros punctuate, tightening their grip instinctively on your head and throat, "...bending to my will... Pleasure, it'll give you nothing but pleasure..."

In your more conscience moments, you tried to resist, tried speaking over him in your mind. You tried to close your eyes, to block him out, but ended up doing no more than squinting as if in fear. Nothing could prepare you for what was coming next though, as promised, he would break you.

His snarling, deep voice ordered you next to nod for him, and upon helplessly doing so, you felt your body shiver with joy. It seemed to trickle in a little at first, almost as though meditating below a small, warm waterfall, feeling tranquil as nature washed over you. Then he asked you to lift your left arm, like a dog giving a paw, and mindlessly, you obeyed once more. The trickling stream quickly became a rushing downpour of pleasure. You found yourself tingling, twitching, a small smile glued to your lips. He was training you like an animal, and the reward each time slowly coaxed you into doing more and more for him each time. He then asked you to do more for him, delighting in your obedience, please at how he'd eradicated your stubborn defiance. He made you kneel, He made you lay, he even made you desperately try to grab at his pen as he waved it above your head, taunting you.

Eventually you were both standing. Confusion hit you, no commands were coming, only his cold yet fulfilled surveying. You watched him for a while as he glanced up and down at you, a smirk on his face.

"I am going to have so, so much fun with you."

tbh with you this fic is based on some uh experiment I did with character.ai but it kept going in circles so it never got anywhere and was quite boring, but the AI surprised me when wesker got really gentle and started falling for you and treating you like a pet so I thought it was so CUTE so don't be surprised if how this one goes please hehehehahwhwahwa. ALSO he won't be that rough tho cuz yanno I like sweet men so he isn't gonna switch and kill u or make you do anything bad (morally) he just wants to have some fun with you ig :/

what is this bro I'm sorry it's going so slowly :sob: if you could like message me and tell me what you don't like / what you want that would be so good idk what to do next I am dead.

ALSO I really want him to call reader "good girl" / "Good boy" but like... how do I get around that whilst keeping this for everyone? good pet is good but it brings the fic into kinda weird territory for some and I don't think it has the same vibe as "girl / boy" but ALSO I really like the sound of him calling you "little thing" I think it's so cute / hot :tired: ok bye thanks for reading this shit ily

#albert wesker imagine #resident evil #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker #hypnotic #resident evil x reader #resident evil x you #re wesker

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avatarlvrsstuff · 2 years ago

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Background information: neteyam couldn't help but to grow up hating humans he couldn't help it he really took after his mother that way and syulang (the gender bend version of spider) was barely an exception.

Lost in the moment (part one!)

A/N: please comment for suggestions on my next story with the pairing neteyam x omatikaya <3

It was a usual morning everyone woke up and washed in the river and of course spider came running up with a smile, while the rest of the family splashed in the water and had fun neytiri and neteyam watched from a slight distance glaring at her.

Neteyam couldn't help but find humans disgusting from the way they look to the clothes they where but spider wasn't as bad I guess.. he thought to him self as she would wear navi clothes and attempt to paint her self as a navi it was kind of funny to watch her try to hiss like a navi.

But any time he found him self thinking any kind of nice thought about her he felt horrible like he was betraying his mother and his people so he was just cold to her

But it never worked she always tried to talk to him she's so sweet and innocent it makes him mad but shes so sheltered how couldn't she not be she spends all her time either with norm or Jake and of course there not gonna tell her anything bad

And as neteyam was in mid thought y/n runs over "nete!" She shouts with a smile, neteyam hates being called this but knows he would get scolded by his father if he expressed this as it would hurt her feeling and he just walks away saying nothing leaving her there sad and disappointed but when she hear the voice of Jake calling her back into the water to swim with him her face lights back up

She is fourteen and not even as tall as tuk that's another thing neteyam hates about humans there so short and fragile if ever accidentally bumped into her could fall and break any of her frail bones

But still he tolerated her more than any other human he's met any time he sees a scienctist he is rude and makes remarks about them in navi not caring if they know what he's saying.

With her he just tried his best to ignore her he doesn't want to insult her as shes so fragile and didn't want a scolding from his father he sees lo'ak get enough to know there not fun

One thing he likes about her is that she always manages to get lo'ak out of trouble Jake has the biggest soft spot for y/n so she helps him to not be so angry.

Jake even named her syulang the navi word for innocent flower and nature representing purity and life

This is after they run in with qaurch and in this story qaurch is not her father and she does not get kid napped and Jake and neytiri decide they need to leave and they make there way to the metkeyina with syulang I'm sorry if it's confusing

It was hard to get the metkeyina to say yes to giving the family sanctuary with a so called demon with them but ronal said that eywa was giving her a sign that she should say yes so she does and the last couple of days have been hard for her neteyam can see it she can't hang out with the family like she used to as they all have to train and she can't train with them she tried to come but got mocked and bullied so bad by ay'ong it actually made her cry and honestly it made neteyam's blood boil to see the tears roll down her face as she ran off and cried that whole right he felt horrible that he didn't defend you in that moment she thinks of him as family and when she needed him he did nothing she would've never done that to him.

So when he came back into the mauri and hear the sounds of her crying he felt a tightness in his heart and a pit of his stomach wondering what happened now maybe he wasn't there for her before but maybe he could now..?

So he goes to find her and he takes a deep breath trying his best to wipe off his usual cold face and sits down next to her where she's laying down curled in with her tears and she sits up looking at him before looking away as if she was hoping it was some one els "I'm sorry" he says and she looks shocked as this is honestly the first time he's ever spoke to her she always thought he either didn't speak English or hated her guess it was the secound she thinks as she lays back down in her ball "i-its ok i-im a demon i-i know I -im horrible even though I've never d..done a..anything wrong to anyone!" she says tears rolling out of her face she's never had to deal with negative emotions quite like this before coming here so this is all new to her she's shaking a bit and looks like she's struggling to breath and neteyam feels his chest tighten again and a tear rolls down his face

Oh my God how could he have never noticed her she's so sweet she's literally never stepped on a bug on purpose she loves neteyam and everyone who meets her eyes so much how could he have been so cruel to het ignoring her making her feel like an outsider he left her to defend her self against people being mean to her who are twice her size!

And when he REALLY looks at her she's beautiful her slim soft figure and and when he reaches his hand out to stroke her cheek her skin feels so...so soft her eyes being so green like the leaves of his favorite plant trees and man he was lieing to him self she looks great in navi clothes how could he have over looked her

And he smells her her sent is like pine trees and fresh water not nasty like the rest of the humans he's smelt how could he have never smelled her before it's intoxicating and he starts to feel in tranced with her and pulls her face towards him and kisses her deeply completely lost in the moment.

#atwow loak #avatar angst #avatar #avatar x you #avatar wotw #jakesully #sully family x reader #jake sully #tsireya x reader #loak #neteyam x omatikaya!reader #neteyam x omaticaya!reader #neteyam #neyteyam #neytiri

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narrativelysignificantturtleduck · 1 year ago

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Also a very minor throwaway part of that post but it annoys me so much that line “not sexist like the water tribe” like I cannot Stand when ppl act like the FN is actually superior in that regard bc they allow women on the frontlines of their imperial death machine … (tho ig it could fit w like. what you were talking about like how western countries like to brag about how they’re so much more progressive when they’re not- like ig the FN could try and spin things that way? but ugh)

(sorry, you don’t have to answer this i just got annoyed lol)

no i thought about this too because even if you see allowing women in the military as the pinnacle of equality, if you actually look there aren't many (if any at all) female soldiers when the gaang runs into fire nation troops in the earth kingdom, you mostly only see them in the fire nation domestic forces and as prison guards at boiling rock and iroh's prison. and they're wearing skimpy midriff-baring uniforms. the artbook even says that women make up a majority of the domestic forces. wow, there's absolutely no sexism in having women only in the domestic forces in special revealing uniforms. it totally means there's gender equality.

also everything about how azula and her girl squad conduct themselves speaks to how women learn to navigate sexist systems. all the other firebending threats are these brash, aggressive men (zhao, ozai, zuko), but azula schemes and plots and takes down ba sing se not with brute force, but by infiltrating in makeup and dresses, by taking advantage of people underestimating her. they really do stage a coup with the power of their gossip giggles! the pressure mai was under to be quiet and compliant, ty lee's cultivated cute and ditzy persona hiding how she can fuck you up, and azula's ability to scheme, all reflect how women in sexist societies are treated and cope with that treatment.

furthermore, i think water tribe sexism might be kind of overstated because we don't get much southern water tribe development. yes, sokka was sexist, the men of the tribe left to go to war and the women stayed behind, but in hama's flashbacks waterbenders of all genders are seen fighting the fire nation raids. kanna fled the north for the south - surely she wouldn't do that if she knew she'd be faced with exactly the same treatment. katara is totally surprised to find out that women aren't trained in combat waterbending. my guess is that while there were roles, they weren't nearly as rigid. sokka, having put all his eggs into the basket of "be the male warrior and protector while the men are gone" is perhaps taking this to a greater extreme than the average water tribe member, and he unlearns it pretty quick - almost as if it wasn't THAT entrenched, and it was more about his personal worldview than his cultural beliefs.

the main change i would make to atla is adding another episode between "the waterbending master" and "the siege of the north" where we get -

a) some insight into why the two water tribes have grown so different. i think likely the war had an impact on gender roles in both nations, with the north retreating from the world and becoming stagnant and traditionalist while the south had to have everyone fight out of necessity. maybe some flashbacks to life in the southern water tribe, a kanna appearance maybe.

b) an improved pakku storyline, where he's more sympathetic and interesting. if we're going to have him be katara's waterbending master and a member of the white lotus, he needs to be less of a jerk for no reason

c) aang learning healing from yagoda. we need to establish that the problem is gender roles, not that healing is an inferior form. maybe we see other men joining him in yagoda's class and women joining pakku's class, as he and katara learn from both of them. when they see pakku at ba sing se in the finale, he tells them that yagoda is at the white lotus camp too.

(and this scene happens offscreen)

d) some cute scenes of sokka & yue bonding

i think another water tribe centric episode would do a lot to make fandom less weird about things like this. it wouldn't entirely fix the problem - the problem is that we live in a racist society - but it would at least give us more canon evidence to refute it.

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basils-pot · 2 years ago

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Perks of Friendship

Another self indulgent fic, motivated by monster energy and the fact college starts back up this week. (i know the image is the snake planet but its space and its pretty)

❁Prompt(s)❁ - “I’m on my way, don’t move.”, Holding onto them/them holding you through a crowd, “...Please stop looking at me like that.”/“Like what?”.

⚠︎Warnings⚠︎ - Minor warning for implied alcohol/generally not being sober

⇨Content⇦ - Angst(if you squint), Fluff(for mentally ill people) (gender neutral)(no pronouns)(no physical description of reader)

You weren't built for it. Not that it was a big deal, after all who was built for it, the lifestyle of space travel. Especially the kind of experience you get when you're traveling space with Rick. But you could adapt. You have and would continue to adapt so that you didn't have to let the best years of your life come to an end. Being friends with Rick, if you could call it friendship, was an adventure that you weren't going to bail on anytime soon.

However, that didn't mean you couldn't use a break. Which is why you're in an alien club, by yourself, in a not so hard to find corner of the universe. Not that you regret coming, but this wasn't the change of pace most people would look for in a vacation. The never ending party that had been your last few earth days, only interrupted by occasional naps in undisturbed corner booths of the club, was all to reminiscent of your time spent with Rick. The constant noise, action, and periodic failing of your body, that is.

As you looked down as your drink, examining the melted ombré of the varying liquids in the glass, you couldn't help but feel like maybe you were being unfair. You couldn't boil down your time with Rick like that. It was more. It would be ignorant to describe it as only ever action and noise. You could recall countless trips in his ship, seeing the universe and all the sights it had to give. Seeing the space outside and seeing it's merits reflected back at you when you looked at Rick, and all the time spent in alien arcades, foreign festivals, and clubs like this one with him. Looking around at the place, between the dance floors and the bars, you felt an overwhelming urge to go home, or well, wherever Rick was.

You stood up, which was no easy feat, and excused yourself from the table where you'd been buried in conversation with strangers. Intending to make it out the door, you began to try and force your way through the dance floor, being pushed and pulled, only to find yourself on the outside of the crowd again, with no progress forward. You were pretty sure there was a seat behind you, which you were thankful for as your legs gave up and you fell back. Landing in the seat which happened to be at an empty table, your head fell forward and into your arms on the table top. After a moment, you leaned over to the side to loosen one of your arms, and patted your pocket to find your phone. Space phone? Whatever, all you knew is that Rick had made it capable of use all over the universe, despite you never actually needing to call him before. The thought of which now made you hesitant. Rick had countless walls put up and if you called you couldn't help but wonder if you'd be crossing a boundary. You didn't have time to figure it out before you were calling and the phone was ringing in your ear. It was three rings before someone picked up,

"R-Rick someone called your ph-"

"What the fuck Morty, don't answer my fucking calls, do you know the countless things you could've just roped me into?"

"Jesus Rick, s-sue me for helping."

Morty's voice got quieter and you could hear the phone being handed over. Rick answered with his usual level of courtesy which was oddly relaxing to you at the moment,

"What do you want?"

"Hey um..."

The music of the club was all to noticeably blaring now and you couldn't hear your own thoughts.

"...Sorry for calling, but do you think you could do me a solid?"

It was a moment before he responded,

"Where are you?"

You laughed a little out loud,

"Three days deep into my bender at that club we went to once after a fiber trade with those Gazorpazorp ladies......can you just, just come get me maybe?"

You felt odd asking and you could feel the acidy shame crawling up your throat. Rick replied,

"What am I, your glorified uber?...

...

...Are you outside?"

You smiled,

"N-no I'm inside. I tried to get out but I couldn't make it through the crowd."

He groaned in response,

"Really making this convenient aren't you. Stay where you are, I'll be there in a minute."

The shuffling of his coat and the squeak of a chair were heard before he ended the call. And with that, you passed out face down on the table.

.........

You came to after feeling someone flick your forehead. Lifting your head and raising your hand to sooth the small pain, you turned to see the offender but smiled widely when you saw Rick.

"Took you long enough, huh?"

He glared lightly,

"Like you would know, passed out like a true drunk."

He grinned at the obvious irony of his own joke. You laughed and grabbed onto his coat sleeve while you slid off the chair onto your feet. None of your body was to terribly happy with you right now, and your face fell into one of dread looking at the crowd you were about to try and navigate for the second time.

Not even a moment later, Rick disappeared from your peripherals and you felt a pair of hands settle on your waist. Your head fell back against someone's chest and you looked up to see Rick, who was looking towards one of the club entrances. Your hips moved in front of you and your back fell against his chest as he guided you forward. You looked down and found yourself not sober enough to ignore the warm tingle that started from under his hands and moved to your brain. By the time you looked back up you were at the door and re-entering the outside world for the first time in days. You froze at the sudden change in environment and Rick moved to your side but kept a hand on you, now at your hip. Within a minute you were at his ship and put out a hand against it to steady yourself as you did your best not to fall into the passengers side. You felt a little pathetic like this and curled yourself up sideways in the seat, so your body was facing the drivers side but you were still looking out the front of the ship. You felt the shake of the car and heard Rick open his door and get in. Before your brain could catch up, you were already out of the planets atmosphere and on the way back to Earth. Your eyes were open but you couldn't focus on any single given point. Any star or planet in the reach of your vision melted past you.

It was beautiful. You were thankful for this. For being one of the people able to see the universe from this angle and now that you thought about it, thankful that Rick came to get you. Returning your attention to Rick, you turned you head to align with your body, facing him. He was relatively relaxed, scooched ever so slightly forward in his seat, one hand on the wheel. He sighed and his head relaxed against his seat. You watched the lights of the universe float past in the reflection of his eyes. In that moment, you wondered if you'd really taken a break from Rick, or if you only meant to take a break from the adventures. No part of this, right now, exhausted you. He didn't take anything from you. If anything, his presence fed you. Soothed the low ache in your bones and made you just a bit less tired. Even inspecting the way his hair fell made your eyes sting less than they had. He took a deep breath through his nose and sighed, turning his head towards you.

"Stop looking at me like that."

Your face fell into confusion as you continued to take a visual tour of his features, leaning the side of your head against your seat.

"Like what?"

"Like you're developing a terrible habit."

"And what habit would that be?"

He turn his head back to face forward before replying,

"Thinking we're friends."

You stopped your exploration of his facial features and look at his eyes again. You let out a small sigh through your nose. Rick always did this. You didn't hold it against him but it didn't make it less strange to you. If you weren't friends, what were you? Because it didn't take an intergalactic genius to see you were something. You extended your arm out and rested your hand on the center console, open and asking. You found your voice after a moment,

"I don't care if we're friends, Rick. I just care that we are."

He didn't say anything, nor did he take your hand. You did your best not to take it personally and curled up a bit more into the seat. You closed your eyes and listened to the humming of the ship as if it was music.

Ten seconds later, he moved his hand into yours, intertwining his fingers, and you did the same.

You didn't open your eyes. You didn't want anything to take away from memorizing this feeling. You didn't care when you got back to Earth.

Right now, you had home in the palm of your hand.

AN: lollll this is so sappy but it feeds my soul, kicking my feet in the air n' everythinggggg. ty 4 reading! -xo Basil

#fanfic #x reader #rick x reader #rick sanchez #rick and morty #happy ending #slight angst #gender neutral fanfic #no pronouns #twirling my hair #kicking my feet

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notastraykid · 2 years ago

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Clean Up!

Chan x gn!reader (I hope? Sorry if I messed up somewhere.) Warnings: It’s just silly almost fluff. ‘Guys’ is used as a description of a collection of people rather than a gender. Also… this is very poopy joke centric. I am 100% immature with the jokes. I say I’m sorry but I’m really not. I have not sense/spell checked this. I'm not going to, neither so nyah-nyah. :P Word Count: 1671 You tightly held the black refuse back in your grip as Chan threw in a few more empty cans and plastic cups. The bag was now half full of litter from following your friend around the lounge.

It was stupid o’clock in the morning and the birthday party had finally broken up. Most people had left save the odd few who refused to believe it was finished or were too drunk to keep their eyes open and slept where they fell. Your ears buzzed at the now-odd silence. The way his arms flexed in his black shirt as he crushed another beer can made a hot flush creep up from your neck and you hoped it wasn’t too obvious you were staring. You could always blame the alcohol, anyway. You hadn’t had much but he didn’t need to be privy to that. “You know,” Chan said, as he tried to brush pretzel crumbs off the sofa and into his hands, failing miserably. He gave a self-defeated shrug and brushed them onto the floor. “…you didn’t have to stay and help. You were a guest, I was the host. Well, one of the hosts of this birthday party…” He narrowed his eyes a little as he looked around for his co-host, Felix. “Of course, clean up time and he's nowhere to be found. Well at least I have you!” Chan sat down where the pretzel crumbs just resided and patted the little space beside him. You perched on the edge of the sofa after moving a small pizza box onto your lap. Mmm. Pepperoni. Chan sighed and crossed his legs on the coffee table in front of him, closing his eyes. “I don’t mind,” you quietly responded, looking at the small pile of discarded paper plates with half eaten food, a smashed chocolate bar and what looked like half boiled egg next to his feet. The egg was in a puddle of what you hoped to be beer. “I like to be helpful. You know me.” You gingerly picked up the boiled egg and threw it in the black bag and sniffed your hand. Yep. Stale beer. “Mother Hen complex kicks in and I’m cleaning, offering people water and calling taxi’s for people… I’m just waiting on the day someone asks me to sign a note for school.” a half-hearted chuckle left your lips. You were always the sensible one of the friend group. Good ol’ reliable. Silence fell between the two of you for a moment and you wiped your hand on your thigh. You looked up at Chan who still had his eyes closed. A smile grew on his face, dimples deepening. “Dear Mr Anderson,” He said with a fake high-pitched voice as his hand dancing through the air as if writing a letter, “Please excuse Seungmin from swimming as he has a terrible case of the botty squirts and one simply cannot afford to drain yet another pool. It went everywhere! Kind regards, Seungmin’s Ma-ma.” A snort fell from your mouth causing you to drop the top of the black bag and cover your mouth. Eyes wide, you looked at Chan. One eye had opened to look at you and his grin widened. “I didn’t take you for a snorter! Haa! Of all the years we’ve known each other…” “Shut up it was an accident.” You could feel another blush creep up your neck. “Just caught me by surprise!” “Cuuttee. Okay. Okay.” Chan nodded to himself as he turned sideways to face you, one leg crossing under another. “Let’s see if I can get that to happen again.” Your eyes rolled and hoped your face wasn’t as red as it felt. “Why on earth… Listen. I don’t usually snort. It won’t happen again.” “It was cute and I like the challenge!” He paused, mouth turning into a thin line as he thought. “I can only think of poo jokes now.” Chan’s eyes closed into crescents, dimples deepening. “Mature. But go on!” You raised your eyebrows at him and nodded slightly, brushing past the fact he thought your snort was cute. How much had he had to drink? He seemed pretty with it when you were cleaning up.

“But! You won’t hear another snort from me.” You let your hand pick at the fabric on the sofa cushion by your leg to help ground yourself and distract yourself. Stop blushing for the love of… There was a slight intake of breath before Chan spoke, “By the way, did you know that diarrhoea is hereditary?” “Hmm.” You said, nodding once, smiling. “Yeah I heard it runs in your …genes...” You leant forward slightly in a challenge. “Next.” “Right Okay. How about the constipated maths professor? Yeah he worked it out with a pencil. No?... Hmm.” You waited for a few beats. Then a few more. You looked questioningly at Chan and wondered if he had fell asleep with his eyes open? “Cha-“ “Hm? Oh sorry.” Chan rubbed his face. “Blame the alcohol… My concentration… it’s like Seungmin’s diarrhoea… it’s all over the place.” Head dropped, eyes closed, you had to raise one finger to let him know that he was close… close to a laugh and probably a snort. “Almost. Almost had me there.” “What’s the definition of a surprise?” Your head was still lowered, and you shook your head left to right once. Chan put a finger under your chin and lifted your head. You gazed met his own, eyes dancing with laughter. “A fart with a lump in it.” Forehead creased, you made a groaning sound as you kept your lips tight. He was not going to win. Chan knew. Just one more… One more joke or pun. He had no idea why but he had to get you to laugh. Be it the snort or an actual laugh, he didn’t care, but he had to hear you laugh again. Of all the ways he knew to flirt with someone, why did he have to run with these kind of jokes and puns? He felt stupid but it seemed to be working. You were flushed and happy and Chan took that as progress. Chan leant closer still. You made a ‘mmm-mmm’ sound of denial, lips still forced closed gave a shake of your head. So pretty… you thought to yourself as you looked into his eyes. “Why did the baker’s hands stink?” He himself began to blush when he realised how close his face was to yours. His hand moved from below your chin to rest on your cheek. Your face relaxed and you were no longer holding your mouth together. You sucked in your lower lip a little, wondering if he wanted you to answer or not. Was this happening? Over these kind of jokes? He slowly moved his face closer still, a small quick lick of his lips had you feeling a flutter in your stomach, his eyes glittering before slowly blinking. A quick glimpse down to your own mouth then back up to your own eyes.

Your heart was beating so fast you were sure it was either going to give up and flatline with smoke emitting from your ears or explode out of your chest like something from a sci-fi movie. Time must have stopped because how else could you take this moment to admire the depth of his brown eyes, or count the faint freckles across his nose and cheeks? Them dimples up close were as deep as the ocean and them lips… You let out a little sigh. Closer still. Were you still breathing? You didn’t know. Could you see yourself reflected in his eyes? You wouldn’t know now; Chan had closed them and tilted his head so slightly. His breathe… gin? Orange juice??... invaded your senses. You’d always liked the smell of oranges. You closed your eyes and felt the ghost of his lips against yours. The butterflies in your stomach were about to start doing a conga. The sound of someone walking and the crinkling of paper made you both look up and Chan’s hand dropped from your cheek. Seungmin was hobbling past you both, streamers wrapped around one foot, dragging behind him as he walked. You looked at Chan, at Seungmin, back at Chan… Seungmin frowned and rubbed his face, causing a round of giggles from you both. “Whah??” He kicked his leg with the streamers attached. Chan giggled. “Seungminnie - My love for you is like diarrhea! I just can’t hold it in!” You tried to hide your face against Chans arm.

“Ah I don’t get you guys.” He rolled his eyes and tried to kick the streamers off his foot again, lost his balance ever so slightly and stumbled towards the hall leading to the bathroom. “Don’t be a party pooper!” Chan called. Seungmin threw his arms over his head in despair. “Let me know if you need more toilet paper!” You hollered as the door slammed shut. “And Happy Birthday!!” Another snort. Chan smiled with triumph, although it was your own which made your snort. He shook his head in an endearing way before pulling you back to his lips. Warm and soft, moving against your own, gently, and slowly. You tilted your head as your noses brushed ever so slightly. Your right arm dragged up his left, stopping at his neck, fingers curling against his hot skin. It was delicate and Chan definitely tasted of oranges. You felt him smile against your lips. “To answer your last...” You said to Chan as you broke apart, slightly breathless. You gave a little sigh and rested your forehead against Chans, not believing you were about to say this after your first kiss with him. “I know the answer. It’s because he kneaded a poo.”

Again, sorry not sorry about the poop jokes. I don't know why it went down that route but yeah. It's done now. If you got this far, you're also immature and I like you. You're my people.

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