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digitaldiarystuff · 7 months

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False Hope

okay don’t kill me but the only reason this turned smuttish and not full on smut is because i don’t know if i can write it good so the story was supposed to be different but it’s okay right 🥺 let me know if you liked it pleaseee

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pairing: Pedri Gonzalez x Y/N

summary: you’re close friends with Pedri and pretty much in love with him, pretending you’re not you went to comfort him but he seeks the comfort in a different way than you would’ve expected

genre: suggestive but not quite, angst

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“Hola, Pepi?” you asked walking in the house with the spare key after ringing the doorbell for 5 minutes, you were supposed to have a chill day at his place but he didn’t answer.

You figured he could’ve been resting giving the injury he’s had and maybe he forgot you were coming over. You and Pedri were good friends, you’ve met 2 years ago and were in a friend group together but soon enough your so-called friends dumped you which caused you to be depressed for a while but even though you were never the closest, Pedri was there for you.

He didn’t have to but still told all your ex friends off and even cut contact with most of them and you were grateful for his friendship. You may also have a slight crush on him since the day he argued on your behalf, you weren’t a weak person nor needed someone else to fight your battles but seeing him stand up for you was something not even your exes did and you couldn’t help but fall for him. He was just that sweet but you knew this was a stupid crush, boys like that belonged to supermodels and actresses not law students.

You slowly made your way into his home but there was nothing, you thought about going right back out but this would be an embarrassing story to tell him later. Oh yeah I broke into your home with a spare key and snooped around, lovely but as you were losing hope you heard the shower running.

Taking a deep breath you calmed yourself down and went into the kitchen, he’d probably not eaten anything since last night and you were mostly concerned about his mental state. Pedri had a tendency to blame himself for things he didn’t have control over and it honestly broke your heart. He was always trying his best at anything and going above and beyond but sometimes life’s just like this and you need to accept reality and stop putting pressure on yourself. You started to make some pancakes, that could make him feel better.

“Y/N?” a voice came behind you and you dropped the spoon in your hand from the shock.

“Oh my… You scared the shit out of me!” you exclaimed putting the spoon in the sink.

“I’m the one whose house is broken into and you’re angry at me.” he clipped back and you got a good look at him, his hair was wet and he wasn’t wearing a shirt just sweatpants but you couldn’t even care about his perfectly toned body because his eyes were bloodshot and he had bags under them showing you he’d been crying for a long while.

“I’m sorry Pepi.” you said and lunged at him throwing yourself at his arms and he was quick to catch you.

He didn’t say anything just held you close, he looked like he really needed this.

“How are you feeling?” you asked already knowing the answer and tried to pull back but he didn’t let you. Just then you realized the state you were in, his naked and moist chest against you and you couldn’t control your body’s reaction against him, slowly tracing his back with your fingers. You knew you shouldn’t think about him like that, especially not now but his hot breath on your neck was turning your legs into jelly and his breath was getting uneven every time you got to his neck slowly caressing the hair on it.

Meanwhile his hands weren’t still either, he was stroking your sides and hips absentmindedly but he was just doing it to calm himself, right? Just then he pressed a feather like kiss on the nape of your neck making your breathing stop. He could sense it and chuckled lowly but didn’t stop. Pedri kept placing innocent kisses all along your neck and behind your ear and your hands were still holding him tightly. When he found the spot that made your knees go weak you exhaled and made a small noise.

“Pedri”

“Shh” he said and kept going, his kisses were more sensual and open mouthed now and one of his hands found your hips pulling you harshly into him. Your body was quickly on fire, his touch burning your skin.

You felt all your logic go out the window as he started sucking on your neck possibly leaving a mark but at that moment he could do pretty much anything and you couldn’t stop him. He finally stopped his attack on your neck and leaned his forehead against yours eyes closed, you knew you could’ve stopped him right then and there but your judgement was too clouded with the feelings you had for him. You wanted him to kiss you but he was taking his time so you hastily leaned in kissing his lips like you wished all this time. He didn’t even lose a second and started devouring you. His lips were made for you and you’ve never felt this electricity with any boy you’ve kissed. You wanted Pedri, you wanted more. You’ve been patient, you’ve waited for a long time for him to give you this kind of attention but in the back of your mind you also knew he was at a low point and was worried this could be bad for both of you. Your friendship was on the line.

“Pedri, um”

He kept silencing you with his movements and even went as far as unbuttoning your jeans and inching his hand slowly inside. He was agonizingly slow and too fast at the same time, it felt like a movie. You held his forearm not sure whether to pull it back or push it where you need him the most but you just couldn’t.

“Pedro.” you said with a final will, you knew if he reached inside your pants there was no going back and you didn’t even want to go back but you were also afraid of being used just for once. Were you ready to be a bandaid only used at a crisis time?

When he heard you call his full name he suddenly stopped and leaned back, you’ve never seen him like this and it took everything in you to not lean in and close the distance letting him have his way with you however he pleased. His eyes were even darker and filled with lust in contrary to how they’ve been when you arrived, his lips were plump and he was breathing heavily. He’s never looked so sexy in your eyes but as soon as he came to realize what he’s been doing he panicked.

“Y/N I’m so so sorry I don’t know what happened I…”

“It’s okay. Um, really it’s fine I mean you’re feeling bad and I was near so I understand you don’t have to…” you trailed off but couldn’t even pretend it was really okay.

For a second you thought maybe this was real and he wasn’t just into you now that you’re here to heal him but that all went away as soon as he started to talk. You put a sad smile on your face and turned back.

“I should get back to the pancakes.”

“You don’t have to” he said awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

“No it’s fine really, I need to head out after I finish these anyway.”

“What, why? Where are you going?” he asked panicking, you knew he was going to blame himself for this too but in the two years you’ve known him this was the first time he really was to blame. You blinked back a tear in your eye and answered him.

“I just have some errands to run, maybe I’ll see you next week.”

He didn’t say anything for a while, you even thought he left the room until spoke again.

“Oh okay.”

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Smoke Signals

Chapter Thirteen - Yours

W/C: 5K

Eddie x Fem reader - Grumpy!Bartender!Eddie x Shy!Reader

"To you, I can admit that I'm just too soft for all of it."

Sweet Nothing - T.S.

A/N: so i think this fic will probably come to and end soon, not really sure but ITS SO BITTER SWEET

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“Aliens aren’t real!” A young boy, maybe eight years old shouts at Eddie, swiping the little action figure Eddie had placed on top of his toy fire truck, sending flying a few feet away.

“And you know that how?” Eddie argues, arms crossed over his chest. His dark gray knit sweater sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, a telltale sign of how heated the argument had become. He sits on the floor, criss cross while a little girl sits behind him on the couch, her tiny fingers combing through his chocolate curls.

Sometime in between you offering to help dish up dessert and freshening up in the bathroom, Eddie seemed to have made a few new friends, quite the opposite of what you were expecting out of tonight.

“Clippy!” The little girl demands, holding her hand out.

Eddie’s eyes widened as if to recall he had a certain task that he’d abandoned, snatching up a tiny sparkly blue butterfly clip from the fibers of the carpet and holding it out in the palm of his hand. Within seconds, the left side of his bangs are clipped away from his face.

“Cause they’re not!” The boy shakes his head.

“Why?” Eddie prods.

You can’t fight your grin, big bad Eddie decked out in tattoos fully engaged in a disagreement with an eight year old had you internally squealing. You’d never been met with such a sight, such contrast as Eddie’s large hand held out yet another clip, a pink one this time.

“Cause.”

“Why.”

“Just cause.”

“That’s not a reason! Give me my guy back!” Eddie attempts to reach for the little figurine across the carpet only for the little girl to protest, a whine stopping him from moving any further. “Sorry, sorry.” He surrenders, falling back into his original position.

“You messed it up!” She begins to wail.

It’s evident you need to take the initiative, poor Eddie’s face contorting in horror as he squeezes his eyes shut. Without another second wasted, you plop down next to her on the couch just above Eddie, greeting her gently.

“Hi, is this the salon? I was told you do the best hair in town.” You smile. “May I make an appointment?”

Her big eyes take you in, scanning you up and down before realizing you’d only wanted to play. A half done braid in one of Eddie’s strands of hair sits at the back of his head, one that seemed to fall apart in Eddie’s attempt to collect the little alien. The girl, nodding shyly, starts to point toward the predicament she’s in.

“Oh no!” You sigh, placing your hands in your lap as if nothing could be done to aid in correcting the braid.

“Fix it, fix it.” Eddie mutters under his breath, his hand covering his mouth to muffle his voice.

“Can I?” You ask the girl, gesturing to her little toy hairbrush.

With a petite nod, she allows you to take the brush from her little hands as you begin to work it through the loose hairs that had come out of the braid.

“You can be a firefighter.” The little boy insists as he hands Eddie a new toy, an obvious scoff coming from the man.

“What’s your name?” You ask the girl, ignoring him.

“Grace.”

“Grace? That’s a pretty name.” You begin to pinch the strands back together, braiding them.

Eddie’s thankful that his thoughts don’t project on the wall because in all honesty, he wants to throw himself out the window. Not once had he ever desired having a kid. Was this baby fever?

In an instant those thoughts escaped his mind when you secured the little braid and began scraping your nails at the back of his head, combing through his tangled curls. His eyes nearly rolled into the back of his skull, he could practically purr and was tempted to just curl up in your lap. With a full belly and head scratches, he figures he can die happy.

“Are you sleeping?” You snort, leaning forward only to catch a glimpse of his blissed out face.

”No.”

”Yes!” The little boy chimes in.

“Was not!” Eddie argues, straightening himself up.

The boy raises a brow at you, Grace happily twisting strands of Eddie’s hair together. This felt like home. This felt like the warm apple pie nestled in your stomach embodied as an emotion, gooeyness seeping from your raised cheeks and crinkled eyes.

Stolen glances at the dinner table just shy of a half an hour ago and brief touches of fingertips as you passed various dishes had warmth radiating throughout your body. Home was starting to feel more like a person than a place. Home had started to feel a lot like a person for a while now if only you had been more attentive to the fact sooner.

Tiny smiles from a tough metal head only encouraged you to rest a delicate hand on his knee whenever possible throughout dinner. Among all the chatter and friendly bickering, a silent conversation had been happening, an audience oblivious to the behind the scenes of the main attraction: a turkey big enough to nearly splinter the table. A calloused thumb had grazed over the top of your hand, the touch enough to heat your cheeks and pull the corners of your mouth into a permanent grin.

His dimples took residence on his face the entire time, a shyness to him whenever you took the leap to intertwine your fingers together underneath the table. A closeness only the two of you were aware of. A gesture not too big, but not at all taken for granted as he returned an affectionate squeeze.

And when all was said and done, dinner had been devoured, dessert enjoyed, tiny gestures continued to bombard his and your heart the same. Like an unspoken love war, who could offer the best token of their affections?

Once Eddie was in the clear with Grace, you’d been able to steer him off to the kitchen, now completely void of busy bodies and full of empty plates and dirty dishes. Your intent was to drop off your wine glass, and Eddie to discard his beer bottle. Laughter rang throughout the house, something about a few of the adults playing drunk Twister. It was lost on you, a large hand splayed out on your waist and pulling you toward Eddie’s warm body obliterating any other thoughts you had.

A buzzed haze lingered in both your stares, heavy eyes taking each other in. The kitchen was dim, lights shut off for the time being as everyone ignored the ginormous mess awaiting them, only the light leaking in from the living room illuminating a fraction of the room.

”Hi.” A whispered greeting, softly, for your ears only.

“Hi.” You whisper back, a gentle finger tucking a rogue curl behind his ear, hot to the touch whether it be from the nerves or the alcohol you weren’t sure though you had a suspicion that it was both.

Your cold hand rests against his stubbly cheek, his eyes fluttering shut at the touch. Your other hand trails up to rest flat against his chest, body heat radiating from him. Anyone could walk in and spot you two at any second. But neither seems to care.

“You’re beautiful.” He gulps, not enough beer in the world could aid him in having the confidence to tell you though he went for it anyway, humiliation could be confronted later.

He thanks whatever higher power is looking out for him that your eyes grow larger and twinkle in a way he’d now spend forever attempting to replicate. A bashful smile parts your lips, your gaze shying away from him momentarily.

His shy girl.

Several glasses of wine couldn't even hide the sheepish aura taking control of you. Fragile fingers toyed with the neckline of his sweater, fidgeting with the chain around his neck. A distraction from the flustering words.

”Yeah?” You ask, small and sincere.

So small and sincere, he wonders how often you’d been made aware of your beauty. So small and sincere, it’s like you almost didn’t believe him. If that were the case, he’d kick the stupid butterflies in his stomach to the curb, suck it up, and tell you every chance he got.

“Yeah.” He tells you with a nod, waddling the both of you back and forth to the music drifting in from the living room record player, Can’t Help Falling in Love, Elvis. “You’re beautiful.” He repeats, his forehead now resting against yours.

He doesn’t know if his advances are correct. Doesn’t have the experience of another woman’s touch to provide him the checks and balances. But he figures that if he was wrong in his movements and words, you would’ve given him the hint by now.

“And you’re handsome.” Your lips hover just barely over his, nose nudging into his cheek endearingly, a sultry tone to your hushed voice that nearly makes him melt.

He had never been called handsome before, not in the tender way you were uttering it to him. Sure, girls had attempted to lure him in for some free weed, never genuine and only for their own personal gain. You never asked anything of him other than earlier when you’d asked him to stay. Just to stay. That was it. And he couldn’t fathom it.

”Yeah?” He mimics you from earlier, a genuine question falling from his mouth against your top lip.

Your answer doesn’t come in the form of words but in the seal of a kiss, a promise against plush, slightly chapped skin. A statement. A devotion.

I am yours, I hope you’ll be mine.

Noses smash together as your lips mold to his, his hands coming up to cup your face with anxious hands. Similarly, yours reach up to rest against his cheeks, one hand working on its own accord to tuck itself into his hair, thumb brushing over his ear to fidget with the little silver hoop dangling from his ear lobe. Rather than ignore the shiver it sends up his spine, he embraces it, stroking his thumbs along the highest points of your cheeks. His rounded nose nuzzles into yours, lips parting from each other slightly, the tiniest strand of saliva hanging from either end. Suddenly, you feel the pad of his thumb brush against your bottom lip, tugging it ever so gently with crinkly eyes and a toothy grin. His answer. His own devotion to you.

I have been yours all along.

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“You’re biting me.” You laugh, a bit too obnoxiously for your own liking.

Eddie’s canine grazes your top lip, teeth clashing against yours. His determination was endearing though you were hoping to keep your lips intact and your tooth unchipped. A breathy laugh against your cheek sends shivers through your body, his voice dripping in honey, more so than you’d previously heard. A side of him that not another soul had been granted access.

“Sorry.”

Endless giggles–yes, giggles-fall from his lips against your skin, his forehead bumping against your temple, hands fiddling with the hem of your sweater. You start to wonder how anyone could see him as anything but gentle. Anything but sweet.

The truck was cold enough that you saw your breath in the air, a warning that you should head inside though you couldn’t find it in you to part from him. Invite him in, you found that little voice in your head saying. But you didn’t want to push. Despite the front he could put on he was delicate, you could see it in his eyes. Chocolatey pools of vulnerability that had previously been stone cold but slowly melted for you.

“Slower.” A whispered instruction, your hand cradling his jaw as you hover your lips just above his. “Softer.” You playfully nip at his bottom lip, plump and kissable.

He offers a hesitant kiss, lips gently brushing over yours before pulling away.

“Like that?” It’s barely a whisper. A kind of anxious fear falling out of his brain and into the air, a thought he didn’t mean to put so much emotion behind.

“More.” Your lips meet his again, encouraging him. “Like you need it.”

A large hand rests at your waist, nearly pulling you into his lap though the steering wheel prevents him from doing so. Instead he dives into you, nose smashing into yours, eyelashes fluttering against your skin as eager lips work themselves against you.

“Mhm.” You mumble, nodding, motivating him. “Just like that.” You gasp, unable to get another syllable in before his tongue interrupts you.

Teaching Eddie the basics of how to make out wasn’t something you had envisioned when fantasizing about him previously. But it was so much better than anything your mind could’ve conjured up. It was endearing, the way he was so hesitant, so unsure, as if you weren’t ready to pounce into his lap hours ago. As if you hadn’t been glancing his way all evening, flirtation twinkling in your eyes and necessity for his touch obvious in the way that you would graze him any chance you could.

“Like that?” He repeats, excitement leaking in his question whether he knew it or not.

He was a quick learner, leveling up from awkward and uncertain to velvety smooth and confident in his movements. The more you egged him on, the more greedy he became, holding your face in his hands, tongue exploring against yours, lips finding a rhythm as they smeared your lipgloss. He was covered in it, some lingering on the tip of his nose and when you attempted to wipe it off he was kissing you again.

“Just like that.” You practically whine into his mouth.

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Weeks passed by, a quiet romance blossoming with each and every interaction. Within those weeks, there were stolen kisses at the bar on smoke breaks and in passing. You didn’t mind the tobacco on Eddie’s breath though you still encouraged him to quit. It more so bothered you that he was increasing his chances of his health deteriorating.

“So everyone can blame you when I get grumpy if I quit?” Eddie grinned, dimples deep in his cheeks.

”You’re already grumpy. Even after your smoke breaks.” You giggle.

The Bourbon was doing well enough, the evening rush not quite arriving yet as the remaining beams of sunlight set behind the horizon at a premature five o’ clock. Happy Hour had officially started though the blanket of snow coating the town fended off some regulars as they opted for the comfort of their own homes, almost like hibernating animals.

”Is that so?” Eddie chuckles.

The tiny hallway just outside the office was secluded from any view from the rest of the bar. Especially the corner he was backing you into. Slowly, as if you were prey, he stalked toward you, caging you in with his arms. You couldn’t help but admire the lean muscle as it tensed against the wall next to you.

”Mhm.” You hum. “So if you think about it, you’ll be grumpy either way so you might as well—“

You weren’t prepared for his lips to smash against yours so suddenly, his tongue grazing your bottom lip before pulling away. A smile hid behind his eyes, his teeth sinking into his lip as he tilted your chin with his index finger.

God, was he fucked.

“You really want me to quit?” He asks, drowning in your eyes.

He’d do it for you. Only for you. Anyone else could ask him and he’d tell them to fuck off then and there. But you had him wrapped around your finger. Where he once didn’t care about anyone else’s opinion, he cared about yours, he deeply cared about yours.

”Well I-I just-I think—“

”Tell me. Tell me you want me to quit.” Eddie demands, encouraging you to stand your ground, be firm with him.

”Well, only if you want to.” You say quietly, your gaze nearly forcing him to his knees.

”My shy girl.” He whispers, tracing his knuckles against your cheekbone.

You made it so easy to go soft. So easy to submit to. Yes, he was the more dominant one by definition but he kneeled to you in every instance. It took him a while to realize it but it was so obvious now. Eddie was coming to find that when he fell, he fell hard. Faceplanted.

“Yours?” You question. Nothing had been established yet though you both had a pretty good idea where the other stood.

“If you want.” He uses your words against you, smirking.

You’d pin the mental polaroids you’d been taking of his dopey face on that ever growing wall in your brain forever. Frame them, even. Put them on display like a museum. They were precious, untouchable. No one could taint them, not on your account.

”Yeah.” You nod, a breathy sigh escaping your lungs. Solace washes over you, like your heart had just realized it had found a long lost piece of itself. And it whispers: Oh. There you are. “Yeah.”

And immediately your lips are on his again, a craving for nicotine kisses that drove you crazy. Then, a muttered promise against you had your head spinning.

”’M gonna quit. Just be patient with me.”

“Always.”

One of the new hires, Rex, had interrupted, shouting from around the corner that there was a “Code Vomit” near the bar. It didn’t spoil the lovesickness that poured from your mouth into his, only forced you into desperation as you chased his lips. Eddie’s eyes rolled, the scent of your perfume much more preferable to the puke out on the floor.

Later you talked him down, insisting that the new hires didn’t need to “earn” their status though Eddie thoroughly disagreed. You suppose he had a bias, being pulled away from you mid-makeout surely increasing his grumpy mood.

“They’re fine, they can deal with a little puke.” His hands dramatically gesture toward the office door, shutting you both in and shielding you from wandering eyes.

“Just because you put me through trials and tribulations doesn’t mean we need to continue the tradition with them.”

“Oh–I did not–” Eddie scoffs.

“You did.” You grace him with a smirk.

“Bambi.”

“Eddie.” You sing his name.

For a silent moment, he stares. His stares had become increasingly softer, his rough edges fading away anytime you were in his presence. And you knew he surrendered before even saying another word.

“Forgive me?” A hopeful question as he steps forward, looping a finger in one of your belt loops, tugging you toward his chest.

“Hm.” You hum in thought, eyes fixing themselves on the ceiling rather than his large, intriguing eyes.

“Hm?” He hums back, an inquiry.

“I dunno.”

You were playing games, the kind of games he was unfamiliar with. A territory he’d only recently stepped into, a flirtatious bantering that had his heart fluttering, aching because it had never been used to this kind of attention. The muscle had never been exercised, never prepared for this kind of thing.

“Tables are filling up, need another set of hands!” Jett bangs a fist on the door, not lingering for any longer than he has to as he continues managing the sudden rush.

“Yeah, yeah.” Eddie calls back.

“How can I make it up to you?” He tilts his head, his tone quieter in contrast.

Rather than supply him with an answer, a delicate hand cups his jaw, a slow yet passionate kiss pressed to his lips as he gladly reciprocates. His hold tightens on your waist, pulling you even closer if possible.

“You’re forgiven.” You whisper, twirling one of his curls with your finger.

You leave him in his office, pretending to ignore the rock hard bulge in his jeans. It’s not until around ten minutes later that he shuffles awkwardly into the bar and you’re sure you’re the only one who catches the little kick he does as he finishes adjusting himself.

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The phone call comes unexpectedly. Wayne only calls on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. 8:00 AM. Three times a week, a well polished routine. It was Thursday night. 9:00 PM.

Eddie had stared at the phone, hearts taking the shape of his pupils at the prospect of it being you on the other end. Another routine he’d been carefully trying to curate, every other night risking his integrity just to hear your voice. Stupid, he knows. With you just a few yards away in your own home, he may as well just show up on your porch but this…this was comfortable. He didn’t have to fear not touching you enough or overstepping. It was only your soft tone, his hushed responses, and the evening out of breaths between two half asleep souls. You hadn’t chanced calling him first, not yet. There was a mutual understanding that this was all unscathed territory, your knowledge of Eddie’s past confirming that moving too fast would only scare him off like a spooked horse.

He was grateful for your everlasting patience though he didn’t know how to navigate telling you that you could call him any time, night or day, and he would gladly pick up. He wouldn’t mind your voice lulling him to sleep, and welcomed the idea of his ears perking up, his body reacting to your voice like he just had a shot of espresso should you call him first thing in the morning. Yes, he wanted to take it slow, wanted to respect the boundaries around his heart he’d spent so long putting up. But he also didn’t have the patience you yielded and often found himself wanting to take a hammer to any walls he still had up.

Wayne’s usually gruff voice surrendered to a more calming tone, one that Eddie hadn’t really ever heard or cared to remember hearing since Mama had passed. No, he hadn’t heard this frequency of gentle words since that one night, he was six and his only worry should’ve been his spelling test the following morning. Unfortunately his worries far exceeded that of a first grade spelling list he had practiced with Wayne and Mama all week.

His uncle's breathing wavered, a nervousness about him that had Eddie paralyzed with his palm beginning to sweat against the plastic of the phone. He could nearly picture the way the older man’s calloused hand would rub over his scruff, his head shaking as he searched for words. Eddie couldn’t anticipate what kind of news was about to break. Was Wayne sick? How long did he have? How was he going to get him to agree to move out with him so he could take care of him? Was Wayne even allowed to move in with him, did Eddie’s government contracts allow for that? He hadn’t bothered to search that far into it initially seeing as his uncle was stubborn and thought it best to let Eddie take the reins on his life after everything went down. Let him do what he always said he wanted to do, get out of Shit-Hole-Small-Town-Hawkins. He had Grandpa Roy anyhow, waiting on the other end of everything to support Eddie, he didn’t need Wayne anymore.

Eddie told himself as such, too, so he could get out of his old man’s hair, let him live his life without supporting some kid he never asked for. He knew he loved him unconditionally but he owed him that much.

Thousands upon millions of thoughts engulfed Eddie’s brain, everything that could go wrong, that other shoe was about to drop, it had to be, Christmas was just around the corner and it wouldn’t be a true Munson holiday without something going wrong. It’s why he didn’t celebrate anymore.

“Kid, I gotta tell you somethin’,” Wayne warned his nephew. “It’s about your dad.”

Eddie blurted out every possible scenario the second he was mentioned. Every plausible reason. It had been years, maybe over six? He hadn’t spoken to or heard from his dad in around six years although there was no telling if he had tried through the means of Wayne and his uncle had never relayed his messages. For good reason.

“He got caught up again and needs a place to crash.”

“He needs money.”

“A getaway driver.”

“An accomplice he can screw over when it all goes to shit.”

”Just say it, he needs his fuckin’ son to help him out of some shit and he’s got no one else to turn to. That’s it isn’t it?”

Venom lingered on Eddie’s tongue, he wondered why the man didn’t just call him himself, though Eddie would hang up at the first trace of his voice. At least then though, his dad would’ve been man enough to seek him out on his own this time. At least then, it would’ve shown he tried to track Eddie down; put in some effort. Eddie didn’t want that…did he? He hated that man with every ounce of his existence but something about appeasing him always remained deep in his gut. Like a virus.

The little boy in him couldn’t let go.

Couldn’t let go of the what ifs.

The daydreams of what could have been. They poisoned his mind, every now and then reducing him to a ghost of himself. Eddie wasn’t proud of it, who would be? Idolizing a man that never existed? Dad was never one to teach him to play ball or take him on fishing trips, no, he was the man that taught him to hijack cars and talk his way out of trouble. The kind of trouble that lands you in a cell for a night or two. The kind of trouble that got him caught in the crossfire of two local gangs and when he turned to his pops for help, he was nowhere to be found. He was twelve.

He was twelve and was beaten to a pulp in an alley near downtown. Left to choke on his own blood. Dad was long gone and the only one he could count on was himself and even then, he feared he would black out before being able to crawl to the nearest payphone.

Wayne picked him up that night, red in the face because of his brother and blue in the eyes for the broken boy in his passenger seat. if he could die and give Eddie a life worth living a thousand times over he would. The kid never stood a chance in his brother’s hands and he’d done everything he could to get Eddie out of that godforsaken house that was full of dust bunnies and beer cans but Eddie was hard-headed and always vouched for his deadbeat father. It’s all he knew. It’s what he thought love was.

But after that night, Eddie didn’t fight back. Didn’t refuse going back to the trailer park, his heart still stuck in that stupid house his dad rarely came back to. Didn’t protest. He wanted to, god he wanted to but his ribs were so damn bruised that words were impossible to create.

He still craved affection from his father, even when he left him for dead. Still wanted his approval. Wanted to ask if he was good enough. If he had even been the slightest bit proud. Those conversations never happened.

Wayne cleared his throat in preparation for his next words. Words that he wasn’t even quite sure how to piece together.

“Ed, he-“. Wayne stuttered. “Your dad, he was-he had a run in with the cops.”

Eddie wasn’t sure what his uncle was trying to get at, dad always had run-ins with the cops. It happened more often than not. Maybe this time he wasn’t so lucky, maybe this time he got himself thrown in jail for good.

“Figures. What does he want, bail money?” Eddie spat.

Rage clouded his vision, how much audacity did his dad have? Did he really think Eddie would bail him out after the last incident? Perhaps the last incident had been a tad more tame than others, Eddie made it out in one piece, conscious and not too badly bruised. What made it different though: pieces of Mama had been destroyed, burnt to a crisp. And that in of itself severed the remaining tie. Burned the entire bridge.

“He’s gone.”

Eddie let the words bounce around in his brain briefly. Gone?

”What, so, he fled the country?” He asks.

Wayne sighs, keeping Eddie on edge, making him wonder what was so damn different this time that had the old man delaying his words. His uncle was not one to sugar coat things.

”He was shot, Ed.” Wayne says quietly, almost with regret. Regret for the small boy he knows still resides within Eddie.

Eddie’s breathing comes to a halt, stalls in his lungs. It couldn’t be. The devil himself couldn’t be dead, he had to be immortal, always lingering somewhere awaiting Eddie’s everlasting loyalty. Why did he feel sad? Why did the tears well up in his eyes for a man who never shed a tear for him?

”He’s—he’s—dead?” Eddie whispers the word, the reality of everything sinking in far too quickly.

Time freezes and he is a boy, sharing a frozen dinner with the man who promised and promised and never delivered. He is just a boy and he is looking at that man with stars in his innocent eyes, devoting every hope and dream to the life they would one day have, the life pops told him stories of. He was just a boy.

”Look, son—“

”I have to—I’m sorry.” Eddie sniffles before dropping the phone back down, burying his reddening face into his shaking hands.

He surrenders his body, sliding down toward the crumby kitchen floor and bringing his knees toward his chest in an effort to disappear. His cheeks wet and body trembling with sobs, he can't help but ask himself, why?

Why do I care so much?

Why am I sad?

Why does grief feel so wrong?

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peacelovepandora · 2 years

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Intervention

Jake Sully x Daughter!Reader

this is an alternate ending to the Growing Pains series that was suggested by @itssiaaax so big thanks to her! if you would like to read the other parts : this is part one : growing pains and part two : sneak attack

NOTE : this is an alternate scenario for part one

thank you for reading I love y'all ok enjoy

. *. ⋆

“Give her one more day,” Jake whispered, making Neytiri lean back in frustration, “One more day for her to come to us willingly. If she doesn’t, we’ll have an intervention, alright?”

Neytiri glanced back at your sleeping figure, feeling her heart clench, once again. Then, she looked back at Jake.

“One. More. Day,” she agreed hesitantly, “Then, we force her to talk. I cannot stand to see her like this, Jake.”

“I know,” he agreed, “I can’t either.”

The following day came and went. You remained guarded, consistently keeping your distance from the prying eyes of your parents. Eventually, even your brothers took notice of your odd behavior. However, when Neteyam inquired about your state, you snapped at him, before harshly cutting yourself off from him, just as you did with your parents.

At eclipse, you spent a few more minutes with yourself before you'd be required to head home. However, to your annoyance, your peace was interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Y/N?"

Snapping your head around, you were met with your brother's uneasy stare. He stood over you, holding a hand out for you to take.

"What's up?" you asked, unmoving from your spot on the grass.

"Mom needs our help with dinner. She wants you to help me gather a few things before we return home."

Eyeing him carefully, you took note of his agitated tail and downward gaze. He'd only met your eyes for a moment before lowering them again. Though your mind remained suspicious, you couldn't help wondering if he was simply a little guarded after you'd snapped at him earlier. Guilt crept into your chest as you released a sigh. Giving in, you placed your hand in his before allowing him to help you up.

Once you'd connected your hand with his, even after you'd reached a standing position, Neteyam never released his grip on you. As he led you through the forest, you noted his unyielding grip--gentle but firm. Then, you began to notice your surroundings grow more familiar.

"Aren't we getting the supplies first?" you asked.

"Mom hasn't told me what we need yet."

Your suspicion spiked before morphing into alarm. "You told me earlier that Mother wanted us to get the supplies before returning home. Now, you tell me that she never told you what we needed to gather?"

Neteyam clenched his jaw, lowering his gaze to the ground as you entered your family's quarters. Your heart dropped as your mind processed the situation.

"You lied to me," you muttered, unable to hide your disbelief, "Big brother . . . you lied to me!"

Yanking with a quick, isolated force, you attempted to free your hand from his grip. However, Neteyam anticipated your movement, and simply gripped you tighter.

"Where are we going?" you demanded, growing more agitated by the second, "Neteyam!"

"To Mom. I told you."

His clipped tone caused your anxiety to surge. Now, as you repeatedly tugged your arm, you grew frustrated at Neteyam's obvious upper hand in physical strength. However, he didn't move you without difficulty. Using your free hand, you pushed against his arm--all while digging your heels into the woven floor.

At last, when Neteyam managed to haul you to the family room, the foreboding feeling within your chest swelled. Jake and Neytiri, who'd been sitting on the floor talking, immediately looked your way. When you met their gazes, an angry, blazing fire ignited within your stomach.

Panting slightly, you looked up at your brother, eyeing him in betrayal. "How could you?" you asked, a small whine oozing into your tone, "How could you lie to me, big brother?"

Keeping his gaze away from yours, Neteyam walked you into the room, ignoring your physical protests.

Dimly lit by a fire, the thick tension within the atmosphere was unmistakeable. Jake and Neytiri, sitting directly next to one another, kept their eyes trained on you as Neteyam pulled you closer. There was just enough light to cast a few extra shadows on their solemn expressions.

"You didn't give us much choice, Y/N," Jake answered, before pointing to the spot in front of them, "Sit."

The desire to defy him burned through your veins. Glancing back, you looked past Neteyam, eyeing the doorway before turning back to face your father. Jake, of course, saw this and knew where your mind was at. Raising an eyebrow, he dared you to disobey him.

"Take off and I'll take away every privilege you have. No hunting. No going to the village. No leaving home," he stated, before pointing to the spot once more, "I'm not gonna say it again."

Swallowing thickly, you tried to ignore the deep cut that his tone left on your heart. Never before had you been on the receiving end of his disciplinary voice. At least, not you by yourself. There had been plenty of instances when you, and your older brothers, had received a minor scolding from him.

Though you were hurt, you did your best to maintain a straight face, not wanting to give Jake the satisfaction of knowing the effect his tone had caused on you. However, upon seeing his gaze slightly soften with regret, you knew that he'd managed to see through your front.

Jake sighed, closing his eyes before softly adding, "Please, baby."

Lowering your gaze, you kept your eyes trained on the floor before taking a seat. At the corner of your eye, you saw Jake nod at Neteyam, signaling for him to leave. Neteyam lingered for a moment before disappearing from the room, leaving you alone with your parents.

Tensing up, you attempted to mentally prepare yourself for the coming conversation.

"Y/N," Jake began, tone remaining soft, "you already know that we are worried about you. We need you to tell us what's going on."

Part of you wanted to cut him off and spit out the word "nothing", but you knew the wiser.

"You might've convinced yourself into thinking that you can put one over on us, tricking us into thinking you're fine, but I can assure you, we know better," he continued, "You can't hide much from the people who brought you into this world."

Jake's words punctured a small crack in your resolve, but you quickly brushed it off. Your parents were watching you sharply, and you were determined to show no signs of submitting.

Jake leaned forward, uttering the golden question, once more. "What is going on?"

His tone, laced with sympathy, pressed further against your resolve. Needing a quick distraction, you placed your fingers on your beaded bracelet before beginning to fiddle with it.

"Nothing," you replied, confidence evaporating as your voice came out shaky, "I'm fine."

"Y/N," Neytiri rasped.

The pain in her voice caused your throat to constrict. "Do you not trust your parents?" she asked.

The weighted question lingered in the air before guilt exploded in your chest. You leaned forward slightly, nearly convincing yourself that something had physically detonated within your body. Instinctively, Jake and Neytiri leaned forward, as well--ready to catch you should you collapse against them.

Noticing their actions, you immediately pulled back.

Of course that's their play, you thought bitterly, They're gonna try to push me until I break.

Your defiance fought against the guilt, but, under your parents' tender, watchful eyes--so open and ready for your emotions--you couldn't help feeling like a cracked egg, barely holding itself together.

For the first time since arriving, panic began to settle in. Regardless, you swallowed it.

After clearing your throat, you answered her. "Of course, I trust you. I always have."

"Then allow us to bear this burden with you," Neytiri continued softly, ignoring your feeble pretense, "‘Itetsyìp."

As you took a deep breath, you continued to agitate your bracelet as your tail remained mobile. "Why won't you just trust me when I tell you that I'm alright?" you asked, satisfaction trickling into your veins as you turned the question on them, "Do you not trust me?"

"Of course we do," Jake answered, "because you were never one to lie. That's why it's so obvious to us that you're doing so now."

As quickly as your satisfaction appeared, it vanished. Your fiddling, now growing more fraught, was halted by Jake's hand. He covered both of your hands and wrists, stilling your movements as you inhaled sharply.

"So, no. You're not fine."

"You don't--" you began sharply, making him raise his eyebrows.

Taking a breath, you gathered yourself before restarting your sentence. "You have no way of knowing what I'm feeling. You aren't me."

A gentle smile tugged at his lips. "But, I do. Wanna know how I know?" he asked softly, making your heart rate accelerate, "Ever since you were little--even as a baby--you maintained the ability to hold eye contact."

The tightness in your throat, which had temporarily loosened, constricted, once again--this time, with a gruesome vengeance.

"I would hold you against me like this," Jake said, leaning back and pretending to cradle a baby with his arms, "and you never took your eyes off of me."

His fond smile danced against his lips as he reminisced. You began to fiddle with your beads, once again.

"I looked into that baby girl's eyes and I knew that I'd always be able to read them, no matter how hard she tried to keep something from me."

Jake paused for a moment, lowering his hands before looking back at you. "This whole time, you haven't held my gaze for more than a few seconds."

He reached out, gently placing his large hand over your chest. Tensing up, you held your breath before he continued. "But, when I do get a glimpse of those eyes--your eyes--I can see it. I see that pain that you don't think I see. That pain that, for some reason, you don't want us to see. All that pain that you're holding in right here."

Remaining silent, you looked to your right, pointedly avoiding his gaze now. Though you knew Jake was waiting for a response, you kept your lips sealed.

Jake sighed. "How about this?" Jake asked, leaning away and causing your ears to perk up curiously, "We'll make a deal. If you do this successfully, we'll let you go."

In your peripheral vision, you saw Neytiri perk up, as well. After turning to Jake, she tilted her head with a questioning look in her eyes. Placing a gentle hand on his bicep, she caught his eyes, mentally asking what his plan was.

Though Jake said nothing, connecting his gaze with hers was enough to establish an element of trust. Nodding, she leaned back.

Then, Jake reached out, placing a gentle hand on your knee before continuing. "If you can look us straight in the eye--both of us--and tell us that nothing is going on. That everything is alright with you. Then, we'll let you go."

Your chest tightened as you inhaled deeply, blinking away the slight sting in your eyes. He'd hit a nerve, and he knew it too. After all the minutes you'd spent sitting here, you finally felt cornered.

When you didn't respond, Jake tilted his head. Neytiri shifted her gaze from her mate, settling her eyes back on you. Clenching your jaw, you tried to calm your breathing as a frustrated panic began to bubble its way to the surface.

Instantly sensing the change, Jake gently gripped your forearms. "Y/N?" he called softly.

A portion of his hands rested directly above your wrist. Nausea twisted within you as you realized he could feel your racing pulse.

The following silence felt physically painful. You'd been consistently distracting yourself with other elements in the room--the fire, your jewelry, the weaved flooring. However, in that moment, everything seemed to purposefully become uninteresting.

There were no distractions left. All eyes were on you, and there was no way around. Closing your eyes, in a strained whisper, you finally replied to his call.

"Why won't you just let me go?"

Upon hearing your meek response, Jake's shoulders sunk as he released a long breath, glancing at his mate before returning his eyes to you. As you opened your eyes, staring down at your lap, you cursed yourself furiously.

Your inability to meet his request was the confirmation he needed. Jake had succeeded in squeezing a portion of the truth out of you. Though it was indirect, it was enough to let them both know that they'd been right all along. Something was wrong.

At last, with this verification in mind, Jake felt comfortable switching his tactics. This weight was holding your heart hostage, and he needed to aid you in freeing it from your soul.

Nodding slightly, Jake cupped one of your cheeks. "Okay," he whispered, "Okay, baby, look at me."

Their quiet sympathy had cracked your resolve open. It was too late to pull back now. They were making their way in.

On the defense, you shook your head harshly. "No."

"Look at me," Jake repeated, never raising his tone.

"No," you hissed, brushing his hand off.

"Mawey, 'itetsyìp," Neytiri cooed, scooting forward.

"I said no!" you shrieked, yelping as Jake gently gripped your biceps.

"You're okay," he whispered, cupping your cheeks in one last attempt to find your eyes, "Just meet my gaze, baby girl. Please."

Eventually, with hesitant, audible breaths, your eyes met his. Soon after, mountainous feelings of regret, panic, pain, and relief flushed through every organ within your body.

His eyes--the embodiment of acceptance--remained unmoving as they zeroed in on you. His eyebrows, which had been creased together in concern and concentration, relaxed when your eyes met his. His mouth, pulled into a gentle smile, muttered the breaking words.

"You're hiding behind this anger," he whispered, shaking his head, "but you can let go now. Release it here. Just release it right here."

Gently, he took your forearms again, pressing your palms against his chest. Though your lips were squeezed together, a distinguishable sob tore its way through your throat. Then, you inhaled deeply, greedily sucking air through your nose, before exhaling harshly. Your chest rumbled as you constricted with each struggling breath.

Jake's expression grew solemn as he rubbed his thumbs over your skin. "Baby, please," he cooed, "You're gonna hurt yourself."

For a split second, his gaze subconsciously shifted to Neytiri. She caught this, scooting closer and taking your shoulder firmly--silently offering another brace to collapse onto.

Another muffled sob rumbled in your throat, but you forced your lips closed. Blinking frantically, you looked up, shaking your head as your teeth clenched.

"We've got you, baby girl. Come on," he encouraged, "Let it happen."

"Mm, mm," you hummed, shaking your head.

"You're so close, baby, please," he pleaded gently, "You gotta let it out."

You began to see red as an electrifying shock of frustration shot through your body. In that moment, his resolve, so calm and collected compared to your angering one, made you despise him.

As you pushed against him, your shoves grew rougher. He maintained his grip on your forearms--tight enough to keep you seated in place, but loose enough to allow you to move your arms.

Neytiri watched as you shoved Jake, preparing to reach out and stop your movements. However, Jake gripped her arm before she could, shaking his head quickly. She gawked at him for a moment, before pulling back and gripping your shoulder, once again.

"Keep going," he encouraged, "That's it."

"Stop it!" you hollered, beginning to swat weakly at his chest, "Daddy, stop it! Why wouldn't you let me go?"

"You're holding in too much, sweetheart," he replied calmly, barely moving as you grew physical, "I couldn't let it continue."

"But, Daddy, I can't!" you shrieked, finally freeing your sobs as tears fell, "They're gonna kill me!"

Jake's mouth gaped slightly as he finally released a breath.

"There it is," he breathed, keeping his grip on your arms as you spazzed.

You shook your head, beginning to relax your arms. "They're gonna fucking kill me, Daddy," you whimpered, falling slack as you gave in, "I don't know how to make them stop."

Jake nodded, feeling immense relief wash through his veins as he pulled you closer. "Okay, baby, okay," he replied, still breathless from emotional exhaustion, "You come right here and tell me about it, alright?"

Though you shook your head in protest, feebly fighting against him, you allowed him to pull you to his lap. He grabbed your arms and wrapped them around his neck. When you tucked your head into his neck, feeling his necklace brush against your skin, you made one last attempt to withhold your cries.

However, Jake caught this immediately, and gently coaxed your choking over the edge. "Go on," he whispered, "Go on."

Your body's fierce determination to unburden itself pushed through. A deep wail escaped your lips as you submitted to the overpowering grief.

"There it is," Jake guided, squeezing you tighter, "There it is . . . and deep breath--that's it."

Caving, your body intuitively followed his instructions. After gasping for air, another sob ripped through your chest.

"There you go," he whispered, cupping your head, "That's it, baby, that's it."

After speaking incoherently, you released a scream before shoving your face into his neck. "I didn't want this, Daddy!" you hollered.

"I know, sweetheart. Trust me," he answered gently, "But you needed it."

Neteyam and Lo'ak peeked in, having grown alarmed when they heard all the screaming. From the spot where she was holding your back, Neytiri glanced back, sensing the pairs of eyes on them. She shot the boys a warning look, raising her eyebrows threateningly. Immediately receiving the message, they backed away and left.

"You tell me all about it," Jake whispered, pressing a kiss against your temple.

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buggitino · 1 month

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more headcanons about sebastian solace from the hit game pressure roblox

back on my bullshit and i promise i only talk about The Situation a little bit

☆ his third arm is more sensitive than the other two (i'm thinking that either the USHD doctors fucked something up during the operation OR it grew in wrong, nerve endings closer to the epidermis and whatnot, something like that)

☆ just hates being touched in general, he’d rather initiate that contact (need an update where he gently —> not very gently shakes expendables off (depending on whether and how much they’ve annoyed/flashbanged him) when they climb him) ☆☆ part of this is due to trauma, he cant trust anyone to touch him without hurting him ☆☆ the other part is that he’s got that fucking dawg in him (i’ll get to this in a second)

☆ unlike what his new voice lines are starting to suggest about his character (i’m not gonna talk about zerum again because i think everyone knows what's happening at this point and ive already thrown in my two cents) he does NOT hate the expendables. literally his first line upon meeting him in his shop has him calling himself your friend (as strained of a connection as it may be, he could very easily not offer items, not share documentation/info, and just take the expendables data and hoard anything he picks up to make it harder for them to get to the crystal) (like yes, it's a mutually beneficial relationship but if sebastian didn't care about or sympathize with the expendables to some extent, it wouldn't be). i really do think he just has a short fuse (i'm not going to bring up trauma again, however-) and says things he doesn't mean (e.g. “they deserved it. and frankly so do the rest of you.” (im coping with the mischaracterization of these new lines leave me alone)) as a means of protecting himself and pushing the expendables further away (both physically and emotionally)

☆ he’ll act like a brat once they’re done, but he lets younger expendables sleep in his shop (he cares about them but would never in a million years let them know that) ☆☆ if a younger one comes in with a bunch of adult expendables, he’ll treat them all the same but will secretly slip the younger one some extra batteries, gauze, something unnoticeable (he feels especially responsible for the younger male expendables cause they remind him of his little brother)

☆ sometimes he thinks he can hear his family's voices on the radio, just under all the static, calling out for him like a search party would. he used to cry over this but he almost got caught once by an expendable coming into the shop so he does his best to tune it out. it’s hard. guilt pulls at his stomach every time he hears a clip of his family, begging for him to come home, to respond, something, anything, and he ignores it.

☆ autism (cause i said so) - i'm including this one for the sole reason that he does the dinosaur thing with his third arm and generally keeps his hands clasped together in the secret dinosaur position (he just like me fr) ☆☆ hates bright lights (the only light he uses/allows in his shop is the one he emits) (its a very soft/warm hue as opposed to the bright fluorescents throughout the rest of the facility) (not to bring up the flash beacon, obviously nobody likes getting flashbanged and he's got angler eyes but sTILL)

☆ he used to hate eating fish (pre-op) and now he’s pissed cause it’s all he has available and the DNA changes made it so fish is the yummiest tastiest thing in the world (i like imagining him actively fighting the urge to eat whatever fish he’s cooked in one bite cause he refuses to acknowledge that he's changed on a level that isn't physical/appearance-based)

☆ calls grown adults “kiddo” (even the ones that are older than him) ☆☆ he gets a certain kind of joy from seeing the 40/50/60 year old expendables try to figure out just how old he is after they get called “kiddo”. it’s extra fun for him when they’ve clearly already heard the rumors and/or gotten a glimpse of his file

☆ the ring is just an accessory, a bracelet on the floor or in a locker he found and liked. assumed nobody was gonna claim it and kept it (shoutout to @/lotus.eaterr on tik tok for this one!!!!)

#light angst #sorry guys #sebastian solace #sebastian pressure #pressure roblox #i love calling it pressure roblox irl it's so funny for no reason #ok sorry i'm still hung up about the update and i NEED to yap #i genuinely don't care if he's married as a bit i think that's hilarious #but adding the ring and changing the dialogue and the animation he has with the ring just breaks immersion #ALSO #he's supposed to be sarcastic and sassy #not an asshole???#how do you mischaracterize your own character #that was mean i apologize #i'm just pissy cause i hate fandom discourse #especially when it's about something as dumb as this #but because it's gotten to the point that it's integrated into the game it feels unavoidable #also i totally forgot #they're a co-creator?????#why is she controlling everything about this character when there's like 5 other people who own him too #make it make sense #alright im done yapping about this forever goodbye

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sunshinesteviee · 2 years

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emma i already know whatever you write for this adorable sleepover is going to be the cause of my death, but may i please request #17 - to the child: "Could you please bring this to mama/papa/parent?" *handing them a tiny love note* from list one with dad!steve? thank youu i love u hehe <3

kait!!! thank you so much omg i hope you like this; dad!steve owns my entire heart <3 mom!reader, wc: 846

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It’s a relatively quiet evening in for the Harrington household. The soup you’re making for dinner is simmering on the stove while Steve keeps your toddler busy. You love Claire, she has you wrapped around her finger, but you’re so glad to have Steve; you’re not sure how you’d ever get anything done if it was just you. The last time you’d checked on your loves, they were both sitting at the coffee table in the living room, coloring diligently, and judging how quiet it is, you assume they’re still there.

Steve is, in fact, still sitting on the floor next to his little girl as she scribbles furiously on her paper, the entirety of her tiny hand wrapped around the purple crayon she’s using. Her eyebrows are furrowed, her nose is scrunched up, and her soft, wavy hair is falling into her face as she concentrates on getting her picture just right. Every little thing she does makes Steve’s heart burst, and this little moment is no exception. Reaching out toward her, Steve gently brushes her hair out of her face, tucking it back into the bow clip already in her hair, even though her hair will probably shake free again in a few moments. His voice is soft and filled with adoration as he asks, “What are you coloring, baby?”

It takes a moment, but Claire finally looks up with wide eyes and gives Steve a smile that is identical to yours. His heart bursts again.

Claire begins explaining her picture, pointing out each part as she does. She’s still learning how to talk, and though Steve can interpret her toddler gibberish better than anyone else, he only catches half the words. Still, he nods thoughtfully, as though he fully understands her, “Wow, lovey, you’re doing such a good job. It’s such a pretty picture.”

She beams at him again, and points at the paper on the table in front of Steve, crayon still in her hand, “Dada draw.”

“Oh, you want daddy to draw another picture?”

“Mhm,” she nods, jabbing her finger at the paper again, “Mama an’ Dada an’ Claire.”

“That’s what you want me to draw?” When she nods again, Steve can’t help but give in, even though his drawing skills aren’t great.

Once she sees that he’s drawing what she asked for, Claire turns back to her own paper with a green crayon this time, scribbling right over the purple. Steve’s a bit more careful as he draws three stick figures on the blank piece of paper, one with your hair, one with his hair and glasses, and a dress and pigtails on the smallest figure. Holding the picture up for her to see, he asks, “How’s this, lovey?”

“Good!”

“Do you think Mama will like our pictures?”

“Mhm!” she babbles on a little longer, saying something about the fridge, and Steve realizes that she wants her picture hung up on the fridge, next to the other three million pictures already there. Not that he would ever complain about her adorable drawings.

“I bet if you showed Mama your picture, she’d hang it up on the fridge, Claire bear,” Steve says, taking a different crayon to quickly write a small note on the paper he’d drawn on. Folding the paper in half, Steve hands it to his little girl and points to the kitchen, “Will you take this one to Mama, too, peanut?”

The unmistakable sound of clumsy toddler footsteps approach the kitchen and you turn away from the stove just in time to see Claire burst into the kitchen. She grins at the sight of you, throwing her arms in the air so you can pick her up, “Mama!”

“Hey, sweetheart!” you bend down to scoop her up into your arms, pulling her up to your hip, “Were you and Daddy coloring together?”

Instead of answering, she shoves her drawing into your face, eagerly awaiting your praise, which you quickly give to her after glancing at the mess of color, “Oh, it’s beautiful, baby! You’re so good at coloring.” You punctuate your sentence with a kiss to her cheek. “What’s the other paper you got there, baby?”

“Dada,” she says, holding the paper out for you to take before squirming in your arms.

You set her back on the floor before you can unfold the paper, and watch her dart back out to the living room. When she disappears from the kitchen, you hang up the drawing she’d given you, and unfold the one from your husband. Inside, next to the drawing he’d done is a small note written in crayon. Steve’s already messy handwriting is even harder to read in the thick crayon, but you manage to make out what it says.

It’s his cheesiest nickname for you, followed by an equally cheesy proclamation of love that ends with ‘I love our life together. Love you to the moon and back, honey. Steve’ He’d even drawn a messy heart next to his name.

His drawing and note goes on the fridge front and center right next to Claire’s.

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deiaiko · 8 months

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#19.1 Anticipation

Grace opened the door to their dorm, and wasn't surprised to find that the room was dark. "Agni?"

Velt swam past him and whistled along, as if she was also calling for her master.

"Coming," Agni called from the mezzanine floor and Grace felt his presence descending the stairs.

"I'm going to turn on the lights, ok?" Grace warned before clicking on the lights. Colors returned and painted the familiar figure on the staircase.

Agni’s right hand was gripping a walking cane that Grace hadn't seen in years. It was back when Agni was severely burned that they also discovered damage to his left knee. Agni never told him exactly what happened, but the doctor that tended to him said that it had broken so many times that it would likely never heal completely.

The recovery took weeks, but Agni was able to walk normally again. He avoided frontline fights from then on, but if there was no choice, he was careful with his moves. Someone must've caught him off guard to be able to land a hit there. Could it be that this was the cause of his bad mood?

"Hey," Agni greeted Velt as she swam beside him. He patted her once before resuming his steps, making his way to Grace. "Welcome back."

"What happened?" Grace asked. He brought his hand to caress Agni's hair, undoing the clip and slipping his mask off his face.

To Grace's surprise, Agni smiled fondly. "Mini-me figured out my weak points."

"Well…" That probably wasn't it, then. It looked like he had a good time with them, especially with Khun's progress. "As expected from you."

Agni chuckled and took control of Grace's lighthouse. "Yeah. Kind of proud, perhaps."

"Glad to know you both get along."

"As good as currently possible. It's still a work in progress."

Grace gave Agni's mask back and trailed after him to the living room along with Velt. He resisted the urge to hold Agni's arm to support him, knowing that Agni hated being coddled when he was clearly capable by himself.

"I healed the worst of it. I just need to rest it a little." Agni assured, reading Grace's worry easily. "It should be good tomorrow."

Grace felt a little comforted after hearing that, knowing that it wasn't as serious as he had feared. Although he could still feel some uneasiness radiating from Agni.

"How's your day?" Agni asked, as Grace set the food and drinks down on the coffee table.

"Master called me after our call ended. After some explaining and persuading, he left me to practice together with Bam. I'm currently trying to teach him how to use reverse flow control for a wider range." Although it was a bit hard when Bam didn't have his emotions under control, so they were quick to call it a day and just sat together until Bam's curfew.

Agni hummed thoughtfully, "That gives me an idea for our next mock battle. I’ll think about it first."

"Cool." Grace joined Agni to sit on the floor, side by side. "How about you? It seems like you have something on your mind."

"Yeah, it's…" Agni avoided his gaze by staring ahead, "...not really about today's spar."

Grace raised his eyebrow. "Is everything okay?"

"I will tell you after dinner, alright? Go take a bath first. I've prepared your clothes in the bathroom."

Grace obediently got up when Agni nudged him away, though he gave Agni one last glance before turning around the corner and locking the bathroom door. He went on autopilot as his thoughts spiraled. Nothing major should be happening to the team right now, but what else could be the cause of this unease? It feels as if…someone they know had just died.

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weskin-time · 2 years

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Rest

Captain John Price x GN!Reader

youre a prideful idiot who wont take a break even when their body is screaming at them to heal and rest, and Price humbles you.

not beta read

i know more about the air force than i know about the army. i used to be in ROTC so i have very faint ideas on how the military works im also still loopy on pain meds so i apologize for any mistakes this also just fuckin sucks ass im sorry.

I took the saying "fuck the military" too literally and now im writing fics for old british army men

You were the definition of exhausted. For three weeks you were deployed out to a frigid Russian forest trying to find the location of some worthless man. You were sent out with a team of men to lead this mission, you knew you could handle it, you knew Gaz and the other men who came with you could handle it, but no one can handle Russian winters better than Russians.

It had been a useless hunt at first, slow and steady making your way through bases and killing dozens of men before you got intel on where the man you were looking for was hiding. After three weeks in Russia, you finally arrived back home with new intel and the man in question captured.

Your bones ached with chill that never left you, as if the snow had sunk itself into your flesh and kissed your bones, your fingers ached the most, even through heavy gloves you could never shake the numbing chill. Your body felt heavy as if your collar bones weighed 40 pounds, every breath you took was deep and sore, you legs were made of lead as you limped from the helicopter pads to the weapons bay. Your eyes strained in the darkness of the night and you tried your hardest to not close them as you walked the path. You didn't have time to sleep or rest you had to clear and turn in your guns before even thinking of rest, you had paperwork to fill out, reports needed to be made to be processed, a meeting with Captain Price and Laswell needed to be scheduled, you didnt even want to think about the paper work you needed to fill out for capturing a man, and you told Gaz you would take his weapons to the bay to clear them for him so he could get some much needed rest. He looked the worst out of the two of you and you couldn't just not help him and his puppy dog eyes, the two of you were very close even though you were a higher rank than him, which he hated the hell of and you teased him for it.

You did sustain a few injuries over the three weeks, sprained left ankle, you were stabbed in the same leg in the thigh, and a bunch more cuts and bruises but those were minor, Gaz helped you patch up your stab wound as you tried not to punch him out of reflex when he got out a needle and thread. Gaz took a few scrapes here and there but he mostly was just exhausted from the cold, probably more than you were, or maybe he flashed you his puppy dog eyes knowing your heart couldn't say no to him, either way he was probably already resting up in his warm bed trying to sleep away the cold ache.

You noticed you were slightly swaying when you entered the weapons bay, your limp wasn't the only thing causing it, you were exhausted, but there was no time to rest. Not surprising that the bay was empty, it was almost 1am and almost everyone from your squad was sound asleep in their beds, lucky them. You didnt know or care at the moment with what they do with the Russian captive, youll figure it out after the meeting with Price and Laswell.

Setting down Gaz's sniper you began to de-arm yourself taking the M17 from your thigh holster and the M4 off you back, unloading the clips and mags from them and began to take them apart for cleaning. Cleaning guns was always fun for you, taking them apart and putting them back together, the little clicks and sounds they made were satisfying. Your eyelids felt more like lead as you took apart the pistol, you swear you blinked for a second and when you opened them back up again your head was almost on the table, you knew you were tired but you didnt think you were that tired. You exhaled and scrunched your eyes closed before opening them wide as if that would help you. Youre so sore you can feel the muscles in your shoulders straining as you picked up Gaz's rifle and began to clear that. There was no time to sleep you needed to get so many things done before you even had the idea of resting, you wondered if Ghost ever got this way and you wondered what could keep him up for so long and maybe you could pull the answer out of him.

"Master Sargent Y/L/N!" Rang a deep British voice, husky like whiskey and cigar smoke, Captain Price has entered the building.

You stood up fast from where you were sitting, shooting up straight and turning around as you stood at attention and saluted your commanding officer, the little surprise woke you up enough to jolt you fast enough. You took him in as he walked to you, why the fuck was he still wearing that dumb bucket hat at 1am? He was without his gear, just wearing an army green tight cotton shirt that was tucked into his light sand camo cargo pants and held up with a belt. You tried your hardest to keep your eyes straight ahead of you at attention but it was very hard not to stare at the way the shirt hugged him way too well. It was still loose enough to leave some idea of what was underneath to your imagination but tight enough to shift and move over his muscles as he walked to you. Gaz and you one time joked that he looked like a cranberry farmer or a dad who got into fishing after retiring with that bucket hat on his head. He was in his late 30s but you swear he was one of the most attractive men you've ever seen in your life, even his weird beard was hot on him.

"At ease kid." He stood next to you and watched you slightly relax out of attention and sit back down to work on the guns again.

"What're you doing up this late Captain?" you asked him as you began to finish up Gaz's gun to avoid his blue stare.

"Just got done talking to Gaz about your mission, wanted to check in to see how things went with you." you were grateful you could have a small debriefing now to get one thing out of the way before you had to work on the rest of everything else. He placed a large hand on your shoulder, putting some weight on your sore body and asked about the mission to which you tried your hardest not to slur your words in a sleepy haze as you gave a simple report of everything, keeping in the story of your injuries and how you got them.

His hand was so big his palm alone covered your shoulder by itself and they were so warm too, it almost unfroze your aching bones just by his touch alone, and the warmth lightly spread to your face, which tickled your eyes making them even more sleepy. You wondered why he put it there in the first place and why he was slightly leaning on you.

"I wanted to have a small word with you." he announced after you finished up the short debrief. your interest was peaked quickly at his words and you sheepishly looked up at him in confusion. He took a small breath in before sighing, "I'm putting you on leave Sargent."

That peaked something that wasn't pleasant in you. Call yourself stubborn because you instantly began to drag your heels into the conversation, "Price I cant go on leave!"

"Just for a week at most y/n." His voice was that of a parent telling their child that they couldn't get Maccas on the way home.

"I have so much I have to do, I cant just sit on my ass while everyone else gets on with it." You argued although your brain was a tad fuzzy from how his hand was on you and the lack of sleep so your arguing wasn't very good in the slightest.

"You're exhausted, I can see it in your eyes kid-"

You cut him off, "Im not-"

"Let me finish solider."

You fell quiet.

"You do this every time you get back from a mission that you're commanding." He explained. "You get back on base and while everyone else takes a few days off to heal and rest you run around like a bloody chicken with its head cut off trying to get work done. I'm helping you out here y/n."

Your ego didn't like that. "Sir I'm fine, I'll get sleep tonight and I'll be chipper by morning, good as new." You tried to be polite with your arguing back.

"And what? Walk around on that healing leg of yours?" His eyes flicked to your left thigh before meeting your eyes again. "I saw you limping when you got off the helo. I think you're the first solider that's fought with me about getting a break."

"I'm alright Captain, really, I'll just finish up here then go to bed and I'll be back to myself in no time tomorrow and get all the reports and paper work ready and done." If you weren't so sluggish you would have felt more anger bubbling in your throat then the little spark that you felt now. Your words were slurring slightly and you knew deep down he was right but you didn't want to hurt your pride and admit it.

"Stand up." He ordered.

Confused you tried to push your body up but was completely halted by his hand on your shoulder. He wasn't even leaning his full weight onto you and your thighs shook at you trying to stand up against him, this should have been easy but it felt like your body was shutting down, you were being provided proof in what he was saying was true and even then you still tried to fight it, but nothing came of it. Were you really that weak? You weren't weak. This should be nothing compared to what you can do normally and yet you felt a sting on your ego. Your whole body protested trying to get up again.

You hung your head in a sign as you stopped trying. A very very tired part of your brain popped up with the thought of liking this weird imbalance of power being displayed, it liked the way he looked when you had to crane your sore neck up to see him, loved the way his eyes felt as they looked down upon you. You need to shut that part of your brain off before you eat your own shoes.

"It's an order Sargent." his voice was firm.

Some dumb part of you had one weak last attempt at an argument in you as you slurred, "I'm not even that tired." and as soon as it left your mouth you cringed at how fucking stupid you sounded.

"Oh come on that was pathetic." he was right it was a very pathetic last attempt.

Your eyes trailed up his toned arms and to his eyes, "Fine."

"Good cause you had no choice. I already had it approved." He blew out some air from his nose in a small laugh.

A break did sound nice, the thought of your shitty cot and thin blanket sounded like heaven to you, like the thought alone lifted your bones of some of the deep ache. You knew your past actions labeled you as stubborn, stubborn enough to warrant this entire situation. You probably were the only solider in the world who protested a vacation. You sighed as he removed his hand from your shoulder, the anger you once felt sloshing away down the drain as your head began a dull thrumming.

"Cant have one of my best men running around like that sweetheart." his voice was course and sent a shiver down your spine, you closed your eyes and mulled over the pet name in your head, you loved the way it made your heart flutter and your chest tighten. If only would call you soft names all the time, you dont think you could get tired of hearing him talk ever.

Your eyes opened wide when you felt a thumb and a finger pinch your chin and force you to look up, your eyes looked into his blue ones in tired confusion mixed with shock. Your face felt even warmer than before, it spread from your face down your neck and seeped into your aching bones and began to thaw them out, the warm that you so missed in those weeks settled into your flesh.

"Hey, how about i take you out tomorrow? There's this new pub Soap wants me to try and since you're not doing anything might as well come with me for a drink or two."

You have to be so very tired with how long it took to register in your mind that your captain was asking you out on a fucking date. You just sat there for a second in shock before your brain caught up to your ears and sent your heart into overdrive. You were defiantly not tired anymore.

"I-, wha- uh, yea sure! i mean." You were so flustered that you fumbled over your words which made you even more flustered. "Yea I would love that, it would be fun Price." you coughed out finally.

"Good. I'll come by your flat in the afternoon." He leaned down to you and he pulled you closer to him by your chin. "Now please go get some sleep, kid. Youll need it for tomorrow sweetheart." and placed a kiss to your forehead before turning away and leaving you as if he didnt just ask you on a date, call you pet names, and kiss your forehead. His beard was scratchy and the skin still tickled after he departed but it felt nice, comforting. You totally didnt stare at his ass as he walked away and left the weapons bay. How the fuck are you going to be able to sleep now??

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bones4thecats · 9 months

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If it's okay can I please ask for Carla and shin and Azusa but how would they react to kianna only rejecting their feelings because kianna didn't want too put them in danger because kianna knows how jealous and

unpredictable the sakamaki brothers can be so they end up getting fed up with it and decided just to take her from the mansion but they soon see her sitting on the steps of the manor after poisoning all the brothers with poison that can kill a vampire in order to be with him

and kianna:

Type of Writing: Request Characters: Carla Tsukinami, Shin Tsukinami, and Azusa Mukami Name: Escapes The Brothers to Be With {Character} Requester: @nunezs-stuff

A/N: Honestly, when I first read this I could not think of anything. But, I did eventually grip my idea! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this, lil bubble🫧

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🦇 Carla could handle himself against the brothers easily, he was a founder, one that has lived for many more years than them combined

🦇 The First Blood King held his status to a high-degree, especially around any creature he deemed unworthy of his amusement, including you

🦇 But, when he realized how much his chest warmed up whenever he saw you smiling and messing around with Yui, your older sister, he just sighed and began making plans

🦇 The Sakamaki brothers could do nothing against him when it was one-by-one, but when he confessed and proposed a marriage, you were obviously weary because of them and your sister

🦇 Carla had allowed you three months time to figure out an arrangement for you both, one to keep you and your sister safe

🦇 Once the three months were over, the eldest Tsukinami brother took way to the Sakamaki Manor, expecting to see you smiling with your sister while the brothers stayed at the doorway

🦇 What he did not expect was to see the Manor burning with you standing out front with a small bag of things

🦇 He ran up to you and watched as you smiled at him while he looked at the hair-clip your sister once wore, and he put two-and-two together

🦇 You killed the brothers to avenge your now-deceased sister, and you stood outside awaiting him for around an hour, just watching the Sakamaki Manor burn with a small grin on your face and tears running out your eyes

🦇 Carla never thought he'd love you anymore, but apparently, he could

🐺 Shin was not amused when you turned him down, he was one of the founders of their species! How could you turn him down?!

🐺 He never took into thought about the brothers you lived with, the ones that Shin always found annoying and 'far to arrogant to be in your presence'

🐺 Like his brother, Shin knew the brothers would not be able to fight against him one-by-one, but if they were to join forces? It'd be a struggle for both sides

🐺 He gave you a few weeks to figure everything out, and he was pacing around his home awaiting you to send him a letter so he knew to come get you

🐺 When he heard from one of his subordinates that the human named Yui Komori was deceased, he launched up and demanded to be told about you

🐺 Carla just sighed and gave him the information, knowing no-one was going to stop him from getting there that night

🐺 Shin ran as fast as his wolf-form could take him, and when he arrived and found you leaning against a tree with a burnt-out match in your hand, he smirked

" Did 'ya burn the Sakamaki Manor down or something? "

🐺 You smirked and let a tear fall down your cheek, answering with a solid yes

🐺 He laughed and rubbed your head, causing your hair to get messy as he looked through the woods at the burning manor and he looked at you, gifting you with a very proud smile and thumbs up

🐺 Shin slept soundly that following day knowing you were in his arms and away from those perverse vampire brothers

🩹 Azusa is a very interesting case here

🩹 Like his other brothers, he knew that their 'adoptive father', Karlheinz, did not truly care about his sons, as they were just pawns in his plans

🩹 And he also knew that Karlheinz found small amounts of value in him and the other Mukami boys

🩹 He only saw you as a vessel for blood like the rest of the boys, but after watching you wrap bandages around his legs and arms from the excessive damage he does to them, he felt weird

🩹 Azusa felt like his stomach was doing somersaults over and over again whenever he saw you

🩹 When he proposed you moving in the Mukami Manor with him and his brothers, you turned him down, saying how you loved him back, but the brothers you lived with posed a threat

🩹 He understood why you were so fearful of them, they were quite violent when 'necessary'

🩹 But, his brothers and him also proved themselves violent against them as well, since they had Kalheinz's blood flowing through them as well

🩹 Unlike the previous two men, Azusa did not give you a time limit on your confession, since he knew the boys could be stubborn, and you wanted to bring Yui with you so she was safer

🩹 Azusa heard from Ruki about a fire being in the forest, so they all rushed in the direction to find you looking dead-cold at the burning Sakamaki Manor, throwing stick by stick inside to keep it ablaze

" My Love? Are you alright? "

🩹 You nodded and wrapped your arms around his form, humming his favorite song while the other boys tried figuring out ways to speak to Karlheinz about the happenings that night

#Diabolik Lovers #Dialovers #Mukami Brothers #Tsukinami Brothers #Diabolik Lovers x Reader #Dialovers x Reader #Mukami Brothers x Reader #Tsukinami Brothers x Reader #S/O! Reader #F! Reader #GN! Reader #Human! Reader #Carla Tsukinami #Carla Tsukinami x Reader #Shin Tsukinami #Shin Tsukinami x Reader #Azusa Mukami #Azusa Mukami x Reader

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unicornpopcorn14 · 3 months

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No. 9 Ramposano for the hug prompts (could be platonic or romantic it doesn't matter to me I'm starved for content of them either way tysm if you'll take the request)

—from @tulipe-rose

Hug prompts

9- Hugging them from behind to see what (how) they're doing.

Got carried away once again and wrote 2 parts and almost 3k words dgdhdj +This is more angsty than I originally planned gosh xdhdeh. tw for suicide, panic attacks and PTSD!! Hope you like it, Saff!! :D

Qualms Unprompted

1. 👓 → 🦋

Papers fall, medical utensils clank and disarray in a heap on the floor. She’s stock still.

The rope tied in a loop before her, hanging from the middle of the agency’s office’s ceiling, greets her silently with its ominous presence– and suddenly she isn’t at the agency anymore, suddenly the room is tainted in harsh hues of red, and suddenly there is a body limply suspended mid-air, one she cared so so much about and shit- shit she has to save him, she can’t mess up this time, not again, nonono-

A tap on her shoulder jolts her, and Yosano rigids so hard she thinks her body’s sturdiness was the same as a rock’s for a second, about to whip her head around, to confirm that what she’s beholding is real, to tell the other person to help her save him-

“Hey.” That voice- she knows that voice, “It’s okay… You’re okay…”

Arms gently wrap around her midsection from behind, securing her arms from treading upwards in order to claw her eyes out. Yosano’s world swerves in colors, dark red, bright white, dark red, bright white- Flickering and glitching like a playing of an old, dusty tape. The arms stay. They ground her. Always have.

The following minutes don’t feel like mere minutes, as the flames in her chest take a while to ebb down. Slowly, her thoughts clear enough for her to make sense of her surroundings, the scene finally stuck on bright white rather than dark red. She doesn’t dare look up at the noose again, transfixed on the ground and inhaling deeply. Finally, she realizes who has embraced her, who she trusts so much that her mind hadn’t offered a second of doubt that that voice is here to help-

Ranpo…

Sweet smelling, anchoring, trusted Ranpo…

“I’m sorry.” He croaks in her shoulder, sounding appalled, angry.

She chokes, “What- What is that-”

“It’s Dazai’s doing. The new guy.” He explains, and Yosano’s eyes close– right, right, Dazai. That was his schtick. How could she forget? “Sorry, I should’ve figured something like that would happen. I’ll make Fukuzawa give him a scolding or two about this.” Ranpo lets go, prompting her to turn from the scene. She does, though her eyes don’t yet open, paranoid about seeing dark red again.

Something about what Ranpo said rubs her off the wrong way– well, aside from the fact that he’d apologized two times in a row, “No- No, don’t.” She tries to articulate her thoughts, finding hands guiding her to sit on the floor, granting her shaking knees mercy, “He didn’t know– don’t blame him too hard. It’s not his fault I’m broken-”

A pinch to the ear surprises her, causing her eyes to open without permission-

“Ow, hey!” She glares at the man before her, though her fight leaves her at how serious he looks. His eyes are open, glaring at her from his cross-legged sit on the floor.

He takes her hand aggressively (never roughly), opens her palm, then puts something metal on top of it. Her eyes flick to the butterfly clip, her second anchor, and she grasps it tightly as she looks back up.

“It’s not his fault you’re broken, you say? Well, newsflash, genius, we all came to this agency broken.” He points at her, she blinks, “Don’t give me that look-” He mumbles quickly, “the blame on who broke us never falls on any person here. So, what, you’re suggesting we shouldn’t ever consider each other’s problems?! That we just shut up and take it whenever anyone crosses a line?! Are you insane?!”

“I-… But-” She wanted to counter, argue that chastising someone for something they didn’t know about is unfair. Dazai’s evidently a bundle of problems– problems she didn’t want to think about too hard, and getting rough with him the first few weeks after joining isn’t ideal, “Isn’t including Fukuzawa-sensei a bit much…?” She mutters weakly.

“Pff, who do you take Fukuzawa for? He knows how to handle each one of us, from the most recently joined to the latest. It’ll be fiiiine.” He flicks his hand nonchalantly, Yosano isn’t impressed, “No, I’m serious. He’ll just give him some stern words, provide him a brief idea of your situation, and a bunch of ‘please never do this again’. That’s it.” Yosano still isn’t convinced, Ranpo clearly takes offense to that, “Come on! When am I ever wrong?!”

Yosano smiles weakly at the clip. At least she’s a little reassured now. “Hm. You’re right…” Her expression falls quickly, however, her shoulders sagging, “Hope he doesn’t hate me more than he already seems to do, though…”

“Eh? He doesn’t hate you…?” Ranpo cocks his head, like it’s obvious, “He’s scared of you. There is a difference.”

Yosano’s brows furrow, eying Ranpo quizzically, “What? Why would he-”

“His past seems to be thoroughly erased, that even I haven’t figured out, for now.” He adds quietly, “Though it doesn’t take a genius to realize he has some sort of trauma associated with doctors, you know?” He shrugs

“Oh…” Yosano whispers. She should have considered that when the guy avoided her and her infirmary like the plague. Though, she was probably too busy escaping him and all his suicide ideations. Gosh, they need to talk. “Thanks… for pointing that out.”

“Wow, you didn’t even realize?” He sighs dramatically “Must be hard to be this dumb-”

“Shut up.” She punches his arm lightly, which he exaggeratedly whines over like a toddler. Yosano smiles, dark red forgotten entirely.

Despite her certainty that it will forever be a part of her, moments like these remind her that there are always people that will help her overcome it. People who’ll guide her, who’ll accept her, who’ll never use her, and never let anyone else use her, at least without the involvement of carnage and bloodshed.

People who’ll let her broken soul heal, slowly, slowly, never rush it, and never dismiss it.

Sometimes she wonders how she’s been blessed with such people.

“Thank you, Ranpo-san…” She says again, though it feels foreign on her tongue, seeing as they resort to teasing most of the time, their dynamic never changing since they’d known each other as teenagers– and it doesn’t help that Ranpo is still mentally stuck at fourteen, either, “For real, this time…”

“Ah.” Ranpo flicks his hat in pride, “It is but my very easily performed duty, though I am moved by your appreciation all the sa-”

“And please never sincerely apologize again.” She adds belatedly, feigning shivers, “That was weird.”

Ranpo’s speech comes to halt, for him to flatly say, “I don’t like what you’re implying with this one bit.”

“As you should.” She smiles teasingly, clip in hand, lost to the world as Ranpo throws a tantrum at her ‘disrespect’ and she laughs to his face, and keeps on laughing…

2. 🦋 → 👓

“Uh oh…” Yosano stops by the room she passes, eyes wide as she takes in the scene inside. Her non urgent duties get put on hold, taking a reroute as she steps inside.

Ranpo’s back is facing the door, but the glasses he wears are visible. That wouldn’t have halted her if it weren’t for the fact that he’s also deathly silent, seated alone. That’s never a good sign.

She doesn’t approach quietly, intentionally loud as to not spook him. He definitely knows she’s there, however, had known the exact second she’s stop and enter, every move she herself doesn’t yet know she’ll make.

On a whim, she resorts to lighten the clearly somber mood by wrapping her arms around him– a gesture either of them made whenever the other were too far in their own heads that they forget everything else, including themselves.

“Wham! You’ve been caged in by Yosano!” She chirps, glancing at the thing Ranpo’s holding. It’s a crossword puzzle, one with at least a thousand letters, but the older can easily solve with his eyes closed (literally), there is not even a need for glasses.

It’s surprising, however, that there are no words yet to be circled.

Ranpo doesn’t perk up or stiffen, as per expected, “Oh my, I’m so scared…!” He reciprocates weakly, though doesn’t take his eyes off the paper, as if in a staring contest with it, whoever breaks the stare-off loses.

“Hm, seems to be a troubling case we’re working on, huh?” She sarcastically mutters, breaking the hug and sitting on a chair parallel to his. He’s yet to lose the stare-off.

“Haha, very funny…”

“Well, it’s either that or you’re genuinely struggling with a crossword puzzle on a Tuesday morning.” Her gaze softens, “Seriously, why are the glasses on?”

“Don’t want them off.”

“Alright.” She shrugs, but doesn’t get up to leave, “Anything I can help with to take em off, then?”

“I won’t.” He speaks monotonously, “Also, stop insulting me before I hide all the chainsaws.”

“Hey, that’s too far!” She points jokingly, “Is that what I get for trying to help?”

“You aren’t helping.”

“Well,” She leans back, arms crossed, “I have nothing to do at the moment-”

“I know.”

“And the kids are outside so there is no one to scare for fun-”

“I know.”

“So I’ll naturally stay here until you take em off.”

“I knew you would-”

“Point taken, genius,” She snaps, frowning, “Come on, do I just yank them by force?!”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Gahhh!” She leans back, frustrated, “Look, Ranpo-san, maybe you know everything, Mr. ‘I have the best ability in the world’, but the inferior sum of us need context, here. Talk to me.”

Ranpo pauses, then finally loses with the paper, to give her the flattest look in history, “The sarcasm doesn’t erase the fact that this is a wildly embarrassing statement. Don’t say it again.”

Yosano blinks, taken aback. She wasn’t really sarcastic with the idea itself, more with the tiresome recite of a concept that she wholly believes in.

Besides, this is the first time Ranpo openly acknowledges that he’s not an ability user, at least to her, so the few seconds of her shocked silence is warranted, “What, weren’t you the one adamant that it’s an ability?” She asks with little bite to it. Matter of fact, they’ve just escaped from Poe’s book a week ago, marking this conversation’s uphold a bit too soon, “We just went over that.”

“And you’re humoring me, huh?” His grip on the paper tightens, teeth starting to grit, “Because I’m just a ridiculous fool who needs to be humored.”

“Woah, woah.” She reaches forward, taking the paper in her hands herself. She weakly tugs on it to ensure it won’t rip, and when Ranpo doesn’t fight back, she removes that barrier between them, “Where is all this coming from? I was serious about the ‘talk to me’ bit, by the way.”

Ranpo runs fingers through his hair, appearing troubled. Yosano patiently waits for him to gather himself. He sighs, head hanging as he mutters, “Sometimes… taking them off reminds me of how monstrous the world can become…”

Yosano leans forward, eyes down-casting as she takes that in, “Monsters, huh? You mentioned that before.”

“And it’s stupid, isn’t it? It’s the one thing I can’t wrap my head around.” He strains, trying to take them off but his shaky hands never pull them past the nose bridge, “This thing doesn’t amplify my ability- I don’t even have an ability. So why does such a useless artifact make me feel infinitely better? It’s nonsensical…”

“Hm.” Yosano nods, taking a moment to gather her own wits. She feels prided in the fact that she’s got Ranpo of all people to talk about something bothering him, trying not to mess up her chances, “It’s understandable, though. You’ve lived with that belief for… what, twelve years? I mean, I’m no psychiatrist, but it’s natural you won’t stop feeling those things all of a sudden…”

“But there is no logical explanation behind it, either.” Yosano is about to argue that there is, though doesn’t get the chance to when Ranpo scoffs, “It shouldn’t make me feel better, but it does. I hate it, but I can’t convince myself that they aren’t good for me. So better to leave them on then, right?”

Yosano takes a moment, then shakes her head, “No. You’re going about it in the wrong way…” Ranpo’s gaze lifts to meet her eyes, “Maybe they really are good for you, no reason or explanation needed. But that doesn’t mean you should wear them all the time, either. You’ll lose your sense of self.”

“But I can’t… take them off. Not right now. Not when everyone– everything is…”

“Scary? Monstrous?” Yosano’s tone softens, “Perhaps we really are. And perhaps I’ll never truly understand. But look at it that way: Wouldn’t that mean that you’re the only one in this world strong enough to not become a monster like the rest of us? Do you realize how special you are?”

“Special…?” He looks at her unconvincingly, “Or fractured…?

“Both, if you will. But it’s the good kind of a fracture. The one so clean and unique doctors and scientists look into it and never figure out how it came to be.” She smiles a little at her analogy, finding it a bit silly but equally logical, “In other words, while your fractures don’t defy you, they’re equally a part of you that you have to embrace, Ranpo-san, and it all starts with accepting the fact that leaving the glasses on won’t help you the way you think they would…”

Ranpo listens intently, then pauses, glancing at the crossword puzzle for a second, the looking back at the ground. His fingers twitch in an ache to do as commanded, and Yosano smiles slightly,

“I have a feeling I’ve convinced you.” She opts to give the hands a verbal nudge, “Come on~ lemme see those pretty greens.”

Ranpo stares, then his face contorts in disgust, “Ew, you are so embarrassing right now– I think I wanna barf all the marshmallows I ate.”

Still not taking them off, then. One of her creepy smiles crack her face, “You’ll make me do it.”

Ranpo’s expression falls in horror, “No-”

Her fingers curl like the claws of a cat about to lunge, twitching up and down in warning, “I’ll do it!”

“No, wait-” He tries to escape but it’s futile-

“Tickle attack!”

“BAHAHAH- STOP-!” He tries to push her off, but it’s futile. No amount of genius can escape the dreaded tickle attack, especially when trapped in a chair, “Okay, okay fine! Geez!” He yanks the glasses off before he has the chance to dwell on it, handing them to her with a pout and a huff, “Here!”

“Thaaank you,” She sing-songs in satisfaction, then turns fake-doctor-mode on, “You’re suspended from wearing them for 24 hours, only I can wear them.” She orders, putting them on and making explosion noises, “Woah, I feel my mind growing in size, already!”

“Stop it,” Ranpo pushes her head away while snickering, making her snicker back, “You’re lucky I’m a good patient who listens to my doctor.”

“You literally aren’t. The Agency’s dentist gets a mini heart attack whenever you visit.”

“Well, she should lower her expectations, then! What do you mean I can’t eat three packs of gummy bears for breakfast?! This is abuse!”

“Oh yeah. Seriously, who does that?!” She wails along with him, both of them wide-eyed and comfortable, “I bet she even tells you not to end the day with four lollipops for good luck before going to sleep!”

“She does! Can you imagine?!” Ranpo giggles, “Wow, are the glasses really working?”

“Well, they’re certainly effective, seeing as they spent twelve years belonging to Ranpo-san, best detective in the world!” She lowers her pitch gesturing a headline before her, “Even the glasses should have picked some of your intellect, by now!”

Ranpo chuckles, subdued as he averts his eyes, “Would be stupid of them not to.”

“Yeah…” She deflates as well, taking them off, “Don’t call yourself that again, though, ‘kay? Foolish and ridiculous don’t suit you.” She opens Ranpo’s palm and places the old glasses on them, to which he stares at, and doesn’t do more than that, “Well, in most instances.”

It takes a while, but Ranpo finally mutters, “They don’t.” She relaxes, perhaps even sighs in relief, “You’re right.”

She watches him, face flickering with emotion, then giddy excitement and confidence taking over, an expression she’s so familiar with, the one she’s learned to appreciate immensely,

“You’re right. I am the best!” He jumps up, standing on the chair as he loudly laughs, “Who was that hater spouting nonsense about me a minute ago?! They don’t understand jack shit!”

Fukuzawa suddenly spawns at the door, “Language. There are children present.”

The two of them jump out of their skin, panickily looking at one another then in one breath exclaim, “Sorry, sensei!”

The next day, Yosano finds a crossword puzzle in her infirmary, and her eyes widen…

The words ‘Thank’, ‘you’, ‘upcoming’ and ‘genius’ are the only words highlighted, with a little note at the bottom reading: never as genius as I am, tho!

She smiles, already planning to get him back for that.

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The Emperor's Right Hand Man

[Image ID: two digital illustrations, the first of witch depicts the recipe for a grimwalker. Listed from top to bottom is "Galderstone" drawn next to a blue crystal, "Palistrom Wood" drawn next to a log of blue wood, "Stonesleeper Lungs" drawn with a pair of stone lungs, "Selkidomus Scales," drawn with a section of purple fish scales, and "Bone of Ortet" drawn with the skeleton of a human left hand. The second illustration shows Belos from the waist up clutching the hand skeleton in his fist and saying, "How amusing, Caleb. Your left hand will become my right." Both images have dark backgrounds.]

More of my thoughts on this theory beneath the cut! (Spoilers for Thanks to Them)

Okay so we all know Hunter is a grimwalker made from one of Caleb's bones, but I'm convinced it was his left hand specifically.

Like much of the fandom throughout season 2, I was intrigued by Hunter's gloves and his seemingly increased sensitivity regarding his hands. Like most people, I believed he had some scars there, or heck at least eczema, and couldn't wait for the show to finally reveal the mystery of Hunter's hands.

But then Disney Channel released the Monstober promo featuring this clip from Thanks to Them.

[image ID: A screenshot of Luz and Hunter staring straight ahead while Gus looks very excited. Hunter is noticeably not wearing gloves as he holds a flip-phone like object and his hands have no visible scars.]

And I just went!!! what the heck!!! all that build up for nothing!? His hands were just so casually revealed like that? The episode wasn't even out yet and I was already going out of my mind trying to figure out what was going on there.

And then I got to Chapter 16 of Mr_Spinner's incredible fic Strength in Body and Mind and it all started to make sense. I won't spoil too much of the story for those who haven't read it yet, but a part of the plot involves Belos making a grimwalker out of Hunter's wisdom fangs, and this grimwalker often experiences pain in his teeth because of that. Hunter's hand(s) could very likely cause him pain for the exact same reason. Then couple that with the fact that as the Golden Guard, Hunter is often referred to as "The Emperor's Right Hand Man." No matter which hand was used, Belos would think that was hilarious, this is the same guy who came up with the name "Hunter" for a witch hunter's grimwalker.

So why the left hand specifically? Well, first in Hollow Mind it's Hunter's left hand that starts to tremble when the bird palisman disintegrates

[image ID: Two screenshots from Hollow Mind. The first shows Hunter's left hand holding a bird palisman as it smokes and turns to ash. The second is a moment after, showing Hunter's left hand is now empty and he is holding it with his right hand to stop it from shaking.]

and in Labyrinth Runners, it's his left hand again that hurts when Gus high-fives him (and no offense to Gus but that was not a very forceful high five).

[image ID: a screenshot from Labyrinth Runners. Gus has just high-fived Hunter and Hunter is recoiling and wincing in pain.]

BUT THEN Thanks to Them aired and I got the most compelling evidence of all.

As a semi-tangent, I'd like to point out first that Belos enters Hunter's bloodstream through the cut on his right hand. This of course is coincidence that Hunter hurt himself there, but it once again underlines the "Right Hand Man" title. This is relevant as the right hand is the only part of his body that Hunter is later not able to regain control over from his possession, which makes sense.

But the part that he first regains control over is his left hand.

[image ID: two screenshots from Thanks to Them showing Possessed Hunter. In the first, Hunter is using his left arm to restrain his right arm that Belos is using to harm Flapjack. In the second, Hunter punches himself in the face using his left hand.]

How interesting would it be if out of all the parts in Hunter's body, the part he was first able to take back from Belos was the part donated to him from Caleb? The only part of him arguably not made by Belos? I think it would be very cool.

Please note that Belos himself is left handed, so if he is having to use his non-dominant right hand here that implies there has to be some serious resistance from the left. It is also the left hand that Hunter uses to throw the Titan's blood in the water, which makes sense given everything I've speculated so far.

Now, there are a couple counter arguments to this theory, the greater of the two being the fact that a hand is made of 27 individual bones. Why wouldn't Belos make 27 grimwalkers then? I propose that they are each too tiny. I mean come on. How could a teeny metacarpal carry the same weight as a femur or a rib? I think it would also be interesting if being made from many small bones instead of one large bone could have contributed to Hunter looking "the most like" Caleb.

The other less substantial argument is that it's actually Hunter's right hand that hurts after Willow shakes his hand in Any Sport In A Storm. To that I would argue Willow is strong. Like, really strong. She shook his hand so vigorously that his entire body was jerking around. I think that would hurt under any circumstances, plus Hunter seems to recover from this quicker than the above mentioned instances.

So what do you all think? I'd love to hear more people's thoughts and theories!

#toh #the owl house #toh art #toh theory #toh speculation #toh season 3 #toh fanart #hunter noceda #emperor belos #philip wittebane #caleb wittebane #grimwalker #grimwalker theory #my art #hunter the golden guard #hunter wittebane #hunter deamonne #hunter toh

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comicglitterr0909 · 10 months

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Playing with Shadows (part 2)

William Afton x Fem!Reader Finally I finished part two of playing with shadows, if you haven't read part one then a short lil summary of part one is reader is an fbi agent who is tasked with making William Afton fall for them, and we get to know William and his kids and it ends off with William inviting us over for dinner. Honestly just read part one its easier.

But for those who did!! Heres part two!! Its the last part! Hope you guys enjoy! (2.7k+ words) Warnings: Cussing, a guy being a pervert but nothing happens he just says something creepy.

8:00 am. My alarm goes off and I quickly shut it off, getting up and getting ready a bit faster than normal. Today was the big day after all, I get to have dinner with the Afton family, while also trying to find solid evidence that William Afton is a child murderer. I quickly put on the uniform I have to wear, clipping my nametag on and taking one last look at myself in the mirror. I sigh, fuck, Im an fbi agent, im not supposed to get attached to people, let alone people im investigating. But of course I get attached to a serial killer's family. Well…I guess I don't know for sure if he's a serial killer, there's hope, if he isn't, if the family has just gotten really unlucky then maybe it would be okay? Maybe I could be a part of their family. But, then again, I would have to quit my job as an FBI agent. He definitely wouldn't like me anymore if I told him the only reason I was actually there is because I thought he killed a bunch of kids. Whatever, I need to stop thinking about that, I have a job to do. I grab my car keys and head to Freddys, parking in the parking lot and walking inside.

I notice the afton kids are already at Freddys, they must’ve spent the night at Williams instead of their moms. Their faces all light up when they see me, Elizabeth runs over and gives me a big hug. “Y/N I missed you! Are you excited to have dinner with us tonight?” She says excitedly, jumping up and down. Evan and Micheal walk over. “Yeah, I’m really excited! What are you guys making for dinner?” I ask them with a grin. Evan giggles. “Daddy told us we had to figure out your favorite food without it being too obvious because he really wants to impress you!” Evan exclaims. A faint blush appears on my cheeks, he wanted to impress me? That's honestly really cute. “Evan you dumb shit, you weren't supposed to tell her that!” Micheal says as he smacks the back of Evans head, Evan starts to cry and runs off. “Oh c'mon now Micheal, go apologize to your brother, he didn’t know any better.” I say crossing my arms, damn I really feel like a Mom right now. “Fineee.” Micheal stubbornly says before running off to find where Evan went while Elizabeth stays by my side as I walk into the kitchen.

“So y/n what is your favorite meal??” Elizabeth says as she climbs on top of the kitchen counter as I’m putting my waitress apron on. I don’t know why the waitresses have to wear an apron, I don't even cook things, oh well. “Oh uh, I’d probably say like (your fav food)” Elizabeth's eyes light up, she smiles and climbs off the counter. “Okay!!! I’ll go tell Daddy!!” She sprints out of the kitchen to go tell William about my favorite food. God these kids are so sweet, how am I going to abandon them if I have to?? “Are you having dinner with the Aftons?” I turned around and saw Aaron had asked me that. “Oh uh yeah.” “Damn, you must be special, Mr Afton usually is super mean to us, you're like the first one i’ve seen em be nice to.” Well that's pretty interesting, I mean I knew he was extra nice to me but he never seemed like the mean boss type. More like the creepy boss type, but Aaron has worked here for awhile so he wouldn’t lie. That is unless of course, he does lie. I stand there awkwardly nodding before looking away from Aaron. Y’know I think I preferred him when he was high, cause I can tell he’s not right now and he’s giving me pervert vibes. “Yeah… it must be because you're really hot. I mean, if I was the boss I’d have you be my personal assistant so I could stare at your ass all day.” Yup, definitely prefer high Aaron. He moves closer to me, but before he can reach me, William comes up behind him and grabs him by the back of his shirt, lifting him up. Don’t get me wrong, Aaron is like 5’5, super skinny weirdo but William made it look easy to lift him up. “Firstly, Aaron, you're fired, secondly, if I ever see you around y/n and you say that shit to her again, I will beat the everloving shit out of you. Get out of my restaurant.” And with that, William lets Aaron go, and he scrambles out grabbing his stuff and leaving faster than ever. Immediately after he’s out of sight William puts that familiar smile back on his face, walking closer to me and putting his hand on my shoulder. “Are you okay? I had no idea he was such a perv I wouldn’t have hired him.” Fuck, this whole case is turning into a “try not to catch feelings for William Afton/a potential child murderer challenge”. “Yeah, um I’m alright. Thank you.” I say, smiling at him. After I reassure him he lets go of my shoulder. “No problem.” He looks around the kitchen for a moment. “Where is Bethenny, or whatever the hell her name is.” I follow him as he walks to the front door of Freddys, looking out the window for Bitchennys car. It's not there. “Well thats fucking great, I have one employee.” He walks back into the main area with me. “Huh…” He murmurs, I look up at him. “What?” I say as I see Micheal and Evan starting to walk over. “Even though I’m closing Freddy's early today for our dinner, I still have to open it for at least 6 hours. I only have you and me as actual employees and that sure as hell won't work.” Get to the point, Afton, jesus. “Okay?” “Well, why don’t I, just for today, let my kids help run the place? It can’t go that bad can it?”

Oh it definitely can go that bad. We decided to go through with it, letting a 8, 9 and 16 year old help run a restaurant is a wonderful plan.

“EVAN NO DON’T EAT THE PIZZA WE HAVE TO BRING THAT TO THE TABLE” Evan is crying because I wouldn’t let him eat the pizza. Micheal is making pizza’s but fucking them up horribly because he’s laughing so hard, Elizabeth is surprisingly the only helpful one right now and is bringing the pizzas to the customers. William is managing the orders and giving us the orders, and I’m micromanaging all the kids and making pizzas at the same time. I guess I did need the apron today. It's a Thursday and Freddy's is unnecessarily packed, the music and the kids yelling and laughing is really not helping with the stress of this all. I quickly shove a pizza in the oven, checking my watch that reads,“5:30pm”. Oh thank god. “30 MINUTES LEFT GUYS WE GOT THIS!” I shout at Micheal, as he nods at me. Evan comes up behind me and steals my phone out of my back pocket. “NO EVAN GIVE IT BACK DAMMIT” Micheal starts laughing again as I chase Evan throughout the entire pizzeria, that is until William grabs Evan and takes my phone from him while laughing. “Hah, here ya go, we got what, 20ish minutes left, I’ll start sending people out.” I let out a relieved sigh, smiling at him before going into the kitchen again. “Alright Michael let's start cleaning this place up.” Micheal, Elizabeth and I all clean the kitchen up, (Extra well since we made more of a mess). William and Evan get everyone out, and just on time, Freddy’s closes.

“Well done team!” William says, high fiving us all with a cheeky grin. We all cheer and laugh a bit. “Okay, y/n, I’ll give you my address or you can just follow my car with yours, either or?” “Oh I’ll just follow you haha” I already knew his address. So it's easier to just follow. “Sounds good, I’ll see ya in a bit, doll!” He says before getting into his car and starting it. Doll? A pet name? I can’t say I don't like it but c'mon, he’s making it harder to not fall for him. I get in my car and start following him, it takes about 15 minutes before we get to his house. It's a damn nice house too. I park next to his car in the driveway, hoping he wouldn’t mind but then again it's not like his wife parks there.

“Welcome to my humble abode!” He greets me, opening the door for me as his kids run inside. The inside is just as nice as the outside, they definitely deep cleaned it before I came here but still, it's impressive. William leads me inside, into the kitchen, but before he can say anything Evan walks over and grabs my hand. “Y/n! y/n! I wanna show you my room, come on!!” He says jumping up and down and pulling on my hand. William chuckles. “I’ll start making dinner, the guest has to entertain the kids. I laugh and wave him off before following Evan into his room.

I sit in Evans room talking with him for 20 minutes or so, he is mostly just showing me all his toys and his plushies. To Evans dismay Elizabeth comes in and steals me for her own room tour, her’s is a bit longer since she forces me to play barbie with her.

Micheal comes into her room, but his eyes widen with regret as he sees us playing Barbie. “MICHEAL PLAY BARBIE NOW!” Before Micheal can even react Elizabeth is shoving him into her room and on the floor, and handing him two barbies to act as. Micheal definitely isn't as good at acting as the barbies as I am, then again he’s a guy. “Micheal, you aren’t doing it right, you have a girl Barbie right?” He rolls his eyes. “Yes…” “Then use a girl's voice.” He turns a dark shade of red, clearly embarrassed to have to act like a girl, I’m trying my hardest not to laugh at him. “Fine.” He picks up his barbie and moves it towards the barbie I'm holding. “Hey girl how ya doin?!” He says in a high pitched really girly voice, and, perfect timing, just before he said that William walked in and heard it all. Me and William break and just die of laughter, Micheal is still dark red, the poor kid is just insanely embarrassed, Elizabeth just had her evil smirk on.

After we get done making fun of Micheal, we go downstairs to eat since Wiliam finished cooking. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to act surprised that he made (your fav food). But I choose not to. “Dang this is really good William, I didn’t know you could make anything except for pizza!” I joke with him, he laughs and thanks me.

We all finish eating, and Micheal forces me to play some shooting video game with him, naturally I’m terrible at it, even with having legitimate gun experience, Evan says goodnight to me and runs up stairs to go to bed. We keep playing the game for a while, William letting Elizabeth watch for some reason but whatever. I can tell William isn’t watching the screen, I can feel him staring at me, I try to ignore it the best I can. “Daddy can you come tuck me in, I think I’m going to bed.” Elizabeth promptly says, standing up and beginning to walk upstairs before pausing and turning around. “You too y/n.” She doesn’ even let me argue, she just walks upstairs like the girlboss she is. William chuckles, and walks upstairs with me. We get in Elizabeth's room and William tells her some made up story that puts her right to sleep, I shut off her light and before we can walk downstairs Micheal comes up. “Oh, thanks for hanging y/n, I'm gonna hit the hay.” I smile and give him a side hug, that is surprisingly not awkward. “Alright goodnight Michael.”

And finally, it's just William and I, downstairs, by ourselves. We walked to the front door, he was walking me out but before I left. “Y/n, I need to talk to you about something.” Oh god, is this it? “Yeah? What's up William?”

“Look, you're my best worker, and currently my only.” He says with a small laugh.

“And right now you're also, I'd say a good friend. But look. I like you y/n, i’m not going to hide from that, I want us to be more than friends, and to be dead honest with you it's not just like its love. I love you, I want to be with you.”

Oh shit he said it, what do I do? Fuck wait I have to stick with the plan, no matter my own feelings, I have to…

“I…I like you to William. But…you have to be honest with me right now, because I know about something you’ve done.”

After I say that his whole demeanor changes, he looks more scared, wait no, not scared, just protective and maybe a bit worried.

“What do you know?”

“What you did to those kids William… I know about it… but… I don’t care, I need you to know that before you try to hurt me too. I don’t care because I love you too.”

He stands there trying to read me, he looks baffled that I know about it. Which gives me the one answer I really hoped wasn’t the right one. He definitely is a murder.

“I killed multiple kids and you don't care?” And with that, I knew the police would be on their way right now, with the mic I have on my shirt they definitely picked that up.

“I love you too much to care about that William.” God dammit. I want to forget that I'm an FBI agent, forget that the mic on my body recorded that, forget that police are definitely going to barge in any second now, I want to forget about all that because a part of me actually loves this serial killer, and that's what I hate so much about this.

“Good.” He says, before he leans in, kissing me passionately. TO be honest it took me a little off guard but hey, I got one chance to kiss this tall hot guy. I'm going to take it, and just as I was giving in more.

“FBI WILLIAM AFTON YOUR UNDER ARREST FOR THE MURDER OF MULTIPLE CHILDREN PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!” I see my co-workers storm in, grabbing William and handcuffing him, they start asking me if I’m okay and a couple other questions. They take William outside and I follow behind them. William looks utterly confused until I make eye contact with him, that's when it clicks for him. That I set him up, that I lied to him, and that I;ve been an FBI agent this whole time.

“Y/n, you lying sack of shit!” He yells at me, pissed off as they struggle to shove him in the back of the police car. His window rolls down quickly, they aren't driving away. I feel like I have to talk to him, I owe him maybe just that, even though he's a murderer. And for killing those kids, I don’t feel bad anymore, I guess I lost sight… I forgot all the kids and families he’s hurt. I walked closer to the cop car so we could talk.

“William, it's for your own good.” He laughs, he’s obviously still mad but he's grinning, the same evil grin that he never hides. “I could have gotten away with it. I would have gotten away with it, if it weren’t for you, y/n.” He angrily says to me. “Right. But you didn’t get away with it, and this is just karma, William.” William keeps glaring at me, still smiling though. The officer gets into the driver's seat of the car, putting it in drive, starting to slowly drive off.

“I always come back y/n!” He shouts as I walk with the car, matching its slow pace.

“No William, not this time. Not anymore.”

HOPE YOU ENJOYED GUYS SORRY THAT IT TOOK SO LONG IM REALLY BUSY WITH UNIVERSITY <33

#fnaf #purple guy #william afton #springtrap #steve raglan #steve raglan x reader #steve raglan x you #william afton angst #william afton x reader #william afton x you #spring bonnie #yellow rabbit

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helplesslyblue77 · 1 year

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It Felt So Wrong(It Felt So Right)

Genre: Smut, minors dni

Pairing: Step Dad!Bang Chan x Reader, Step Bro!Felix x Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Step-Sibling Incest, Step Dad!Chan, Step Brother!Felix, Smut, slight degration, Daddy Kink, use of slut, Moral Dilemmas but less than youd think because the author is lazy as fuck

Notes: its very much focused on the reader and there is no m/m action cause chan and felix r related and thats to much even for me,

ok so...you know how its like 3 am and you just had a whole cryfest about how knowone will ever love you and you are obsessing over men who dont even know you exist? and then you feel dumb and take a shower and chug an energy drink while you eat Pizza and smash out like four chapters of your WIP and one very dirty convoluted oneshot????

Yeah.

Anyway i literally cannot watch any clips from Bang Chan's lives the man makes me so Delulu its not ok.

The Title is from 'I Kissed a Girl' by Katy Perry, i love that song man.

You had just turned fourteen when your mother had come home, sat you down at the table, and announced she was getting married. You had not been surprised. You wished her well and snuck upstairs while she talked loudly on the phone with her friends, hardly sparing you a glance.

Your mother seemed to bring home a new man every few years, and at this point, you barely even cared.

And she barely spared a thought for you as well. You were well-fed and had your credit card, but you lacked the love only a parent could give you. Your mother was much too caught up in her pretty jewels and visits to the country club to pay you much thought.

She was selfish, your mother, and used her pretty face and ample figure to get whatever she wanted in life, whether it be money, clothes, or men, she could have it all. The other men your mother seemed to favor never really spared you a glance, too caught up in your mother's boob job to pay attention to her only daughter, so you really had no expectations when it came to this new man.

But when you were finally introduced, you noticed how he was different.

He looked at you, smiled at you, and acknowledged your presence unlike so many of the others had. He even brought you a gift, a pretty silver necklace with a small charm.

He was handsome, and of course much younger than your own mother. Christopher, he said his name was, and he smiled at you warmly, introducing his son to you. Felix was sweet, pretty with a smile like the sun and the two of you hit it off immediately, rushing indoors to play video games while your parents snuck off.

You pretended not to know what they were doing.

You adjusted well to the two of them, Felix transferred into your school and you showed him around, introducing him to your friends. He meshed well into your small group and in no time at all, you were happy as can be. You hoped they would stick around, your mother tended to trade off men very quickly., tossing out the old and bringing in the new every few years.

It was the first time you could remember hoping she didn't get a new boy toy, hoping that Chris and Felix would stick around. But then, in your Junior year of high school, it happened.

You remembered the frantic call from the hospital. Felix’s hand gripped your own tightly as you watched your mother's monitor flatline. You felt guilty, like maybe you should have felt more devastated, but truthfully, you weren't that sad.

You shed tears later, however, wetting the sunny yellow of Felix’s favorite t-shirt. It wasn't the fact that your mother was gone, no, it was your stepfather's devastated face that made you sob like a baby in Felix’s arms.

You hadn't loved your flighty, unreliable mother, but your stepfather had. Even though you all knew she had been cheating on him the last few months.

Your mother is dead now, and it was all in the past.

It all began on that very night, the night your mother died. Your seventeenth birthday had passed barely a few weeks before and you had fingered the pretty necklace they had given you as you ate. Your mother hadn't gotten you a present, but Felix and your stepdad had, and they had spent extra time with you when they noticed your mother was ignoring you as usual.

You remembered how Felix’s pretty face had lit up with a smile when he handed you the gift, Chris subtly shoving a card across the table.

They liked to give you jewelry, and you liked to receive it. It felt nice to be dressed up and you kind of understood why your mother liked it so much. The card had a few hundred in it, and a handwritten note from both of them, telling you how much they cared about you.

You had cried later that night, curled up in Felix’s arms as usual, and thanked him over and over. He had just laughed and comforted you as always. That night, you realized how nice it was to have people who cared about you, people who enjoyed hanging out with you, and who valued the things you had to say.

You dared to think that you were glad your mother was dead, so you could have a real family, all to yourself.

The next day, when your small family moved away from your mother's empty cold house, Chris(As he had insisted you call him) reassured you that they would always care for you that you were their family, that you could live with them as long as you wished.

You felt your cold dead heart, so hardened by your mother's uncaring attitude, begin to blossom in your chest. You noticed, for the first time, how pretty Felix was, with his blond hair and the freckles dotting his skin, how firm his chest felt from years of martial arts when he pressed you up against it. You noticed the caring way he looked at you, the way he comforted you when you were sobbing your eyes out over a dumb boy, or how he always made sure to buy you your favorite drinks from the store.

You noticed your stepfather's dimples when he smiled at you, his muscly arms when he lifted your things and carried them into the house. You noticed the way he would go out of his way to make your favorite foods when he saw you were down, how he didn't get a new girlfriend, probably because he thought you would be upset about it.

You noticed how they cared about you, but most of all, you noticed they were men. And it would plague your mind for years to come.

It started out innocent. Your heart sped up when they came to close, dreams of kissing plump familiar lips, blushing cheeks.

But then it became worse.

And the day of your eighteenth birthday, you awoke sweaty and panting in your bed, two forbidden names falling from your mouth.

You had never considered them as family, not really. Chris was your mother's new toy, and Felix was more of a friend than a brother. That careless attitude was coming back to haunt you.

So you left.

Packed your bags and went off to boarding school. It gave you a break from the suffocating tension that seemed to settle over the house with the loss of your mother. It made you feel guilty, here Chris was so broken up about your mother while you thirsted about him, fantasized about him bending you over the table and taking you ruthlessly. When Felix would smile at you, asking to cuddle and all you could think about was his pretty mouth doing other things to you.

You couldn't take it anymore.

Your twenty-first birthday was only a few days away when you returned from, settling back into your old room and your old routine.

Chris welcomed you back with open arms, hugging you warmly and stroking your hair. “Missed you babygirl.” He would murmur in your ear, and you tried not to shiver at the familiar nickname.

“Missed you too Chris.” With a pat on your back, he hoisted your luggage up and disappeared inside, arms flexing.

Felix tackled you in a hug next, pressing his lithe body into your back. He'd grown while you were gone, shoulder filling out and arms flexing as he hugged you tightly in a sweet back hug. You tried not to imagine what it would feel like if he was doing something else in this position. But this was Felix, he would never even imagine anything like that.

“Missed you Oppa.”

He kissed your neck, and you breathed in his clean scent of sunflowers and things you couldn't quite place. He smelled like home. You jostled against him, accidentally rubbing your but against him and he flinched, pulling away slightly.

You froze, it couldn't be, right? Your sweet innocent brother Felix would never…

He pulled away fully and you decided it was best to ignore it for now, so you grabbed his hand, leading him in.

He smiled at you, and you grinned back. “Dad and I made you a welcome back dinner, it's gonna be great.”

He let you lead him inside, the screen door slamming behind the two of you. You were home.

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You loved being back. The familiar smell of Chris’s cooking, your video game nights with Felix, and most of all, having a family again. But you still couldn't shake that tension. You knew you were the problem and it made you feel guilty. It was hard to cuddle on the couch with Felix when all you could think about was riding him right on this very couch.

It was hard to work out with Chris when you just wanted him to take you in the dirty gym over the workout machines.

But then, on the eve of your twenty-first birthday, when you were all gathered around the table serving the delicious chocolate cake you and Felix had made, you noticed something.

Maybe it was the way their gazes were focused on you, maybe it was the lighting, playing tricks on your brain, but you swore you saw a flicker of desire in their eyes. You shook it off, sighting your horny imagination, and enjoyed your cake, but you could never really forget it.

Over the next few weeks, you noticed things. Lingering glances, guilty eyes flicking away from your cleavage when you wore low-cut shirts when you had sunbathed out by the pool and Chris had come out, dragging his eyes away from your figure as he handed you a glass of homemade lemonade. Or the fact that Felix had laundry duty and some of your panties had mysteriously gone missing.

They both wanted you, that was obvious, but lingering doubts stopped them from just taking you, taking what they wanted. They seemed to think you didn't want them, but oh how wrong they were. They just needed a little push.

So you hatched a plan.

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Your plan was set in motion on a Saturday night. Chris had just gotten back from work, and you bounced over to him, all smiles. “Hey Chris, Felix is gone, and I really wanna watch this movie.” You pouted as he removed his coat, sending him those puppy eyes you knew he was weak for. “Watch it with me.”

He nodded, like the weak man he was, and met your sweet smile as you grabbed his hand, bouncing happily over to the couch and pushing him down. “Gonna go change.”

You make sure to wear your sluttiest pj set, a silk lace tank top, and some matching undies, and bounce back downstairs, plopping yourself down and cuddling up to Chris. “Ready.” Is all you said, grabbing the remote and starting the movie.

He coughs a little, clearing his throat awkwardly. “Aren't you a little cold? Your Pj’s are, um, small.”

You smile up at him innocently, standing up. “Maybe a little, but you're so warm.” You say, and plop down right in his lap. “There, problem solved.” You smile up at him and he smiles back tightly, hands automatically gripping your hips and adjusting you slightly.

You feel your pussy throb at that unexpected show of strength. You're going to go insane if one of your hot sudo family members doesn't fuck you this instant.

So you ramp it up.

Pretending to be cold, you move backward, jostling around on his lap intentionally. He grunts a little, hands on your waist making butterflies flutter in your stomach.

\You're winning though, you can tell when you move a little too much, and your but brushes up against something big and hard. He winces, opening his mouth to apologize, but his words dissolve in his throat as you grind down, head falling against his shoulder.

His voice is hoarse when he speaks, “We should stop.”

You grind your core directly on his length and you both groan. His hands move your hips, grinding them against him. He speaks again. “Tell me to stop.”

You can see the guilt in his eyes, the turmoil that wars within him so you shut him up with a kiss.

“Chris. Fuck me.”

He tries to resist, you feel him brace to pull away, and so you move falling backward off the couch and pulling him with you as you crash to the floor. If you were less horny you would appreciate how he protects the back of your head as you fall, but at this moment you just need his hands on you, his lips on your own, his cock inside you—

So you reach up, sealing your lips in a kiss. He kisses back immediately, his tongue finding its way into your mouth. The kiss is wild, passionate, and hungry, weeks of pent-up lust and longing culminating in this very moment.

He practically devours your mouth, hands ripping your pretty pj set in his hast as he rips it off. You whine in protest and he pulls away, kissing down your body. “Don't worry baby girl, I'll buy you another.”

Your core clenches at that nickname and you grip his hair, forcing his face down. He obliges, his hot breath teasing your wet core. His voice is a growl when he speaks. “So wet for me. Do you want my cock that much?”

You whine, bucking helplessly into the air. “Yes, want Daddy's cock.”

He chuckles, planting a sweet kiss on your clothed core as you writhe with need. “Such a pretty slut for Daddy.”

You whine and he finally pulls your panties aside, diving into your pussy like a man starved. The sounds that leave your mouth are sinful, moans and pants of his name ring off the walls of the living room.

You're so distracted you don't hear the sound of the front door slamming, Felix’s carefree humming as he makes his way down the hall, headphones blaring.

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Felix felt guilty that he couldn't watch that movie with you, but the school called and his professor offered him a chance he simply couldn't turn down.

As he arrived home, however, headphones glued to his head, he practically skipped up the path, Happy to see you. He slammed the door open, closing it just as loudly and tromping down the hall, towards the kitchen. He was hungry, there were probably some leftovers in the fridge. He opened the door to the living room and froze, not believing his eyes.

There you were, spread out on the carpet, naked. And that was his dad between your legs.

Felix froze. He couldn't believe this.

He had never been so jealous of somebody in his life.

It had started years ago when he had met you, to be honest. You were sweet and kind and irresistible to his teenage mind. And you liked prancing around the house in skimpy little crop tops and shorts and Felix was only a man. You were touchy too, always pressed against him and in his lap, and Felix had spent many a night huddled in his bed frantically jerking off as quietly as possible.

He still remembered that one time your little family had decided to go to the beach. Felix had suffered a lot that day, doing his best to not get hard as you pranced around the beach in that cute bathing suit, dragging him around as you usually did. And then you had asked him to put sunscreen on your back.

Felix might have died and gone to heaven that day.

It had only gotten worse and worse, and you got your heart broken by the jerks you dated. Felix knew he could have treated you so much better than those jerks, but he had accepted being there for you as you cried over those assholes, ignoring the throbbing in his chest and groin and comforting you the best he could.

But then you had returned home from boarding school. Felix had thought you couldn't get more pretty than you already were, but you had. Your figure had filled out and you had become more confident. Your clothes had become skimpier and your legs longer and everything about you was just meant to taunt him.

You were irresistible, and he knew his dad was feeling your effect too, but to walk into this.

Felix watched guiltily, his stomach roiling with jealousy and arousal and you gripped his dad's hair, bucking wilding into his face. He stumbled back, crashing into a coat rack. Your eyes shot up, meeting him and he looked away guiltily.

He hurriedly bowed, stuttering out an apology, but you stopped the flow of words, crooking a finger at him. He stared at you in disbelief, and you nodded. He bounded over, ever the happy puppy and you turned over, on your hands and knees, presenting your ass to your daddy. He grinned at you, as Felix gripped your chin, kissing you sweetly as he fiddled with the zipper on his pants. You helped him, releasing him from the prison his pants had become.

Your mouth watered. How was it possible for a cock to be pretty? He was large as well and you stuck our tongue out, giving it a hesitant lick. He groaned and encouraged, you took him in your mouth, gagging around his girth.

You moved slowly at first, getting used to his cock as his hands lodged themselves in your hair controlling your movements. You were so distracted you forgot about Chris, right up until you felt a hot heat brushing against your entrance.

Chris chuckled darkly, the head of his cock nudging the walls of your pussy apart as he spears you open. You moan helplessly around Felix’s cock as he bottoms out, his cock impossibly deep in you.

His voice is a rasp when he speaks. “Look at you, a perfect little slut for Daddy. Taking your step-brother's cock so good.” You clench and he laughs. “You like that?”

He begins to move, long harsh thrusts that you feel in your gut, and Felix begins to fuck your face as well. You feel used, like a perfect little fuckdoll.

You love every minute of it.

Chris leans over you, grunting those sexy words into your ear. “Look at you, taking daddy’s cock so well, like you were made for us.”

Felix’s pretty moans tangle with your own, creating a symphony of wounds. Felix speaks his voice full of wonder, “She’s so pretty, so perfect for us.”

Chris chuckles, slapping your ass as Felis whimpers.

You feel so full and perfect, your stomach pulsing with heat as you moan around Felix helplessly, trying to communicate with them. Felix speaks, his voice throaty. “I think she's cumming.”

Chris speeds up his thrusts. “You cumming around daddy’s cock you dirty girl?”

You moan helplessly and he chuckles, landing a harsh slap on your ass. “Felix, fuck her face. She likes it rough.” He nods, and obeys, gripping your cheeks and fucking you roughly. It's so unlike your sweet Felix, the kind boy with the sunshine smile, it makes you clench around Chris’s cock one more time.

Chris feels it and his thrusts falter. “You want Daddy’s cum?” You nod helplessly, tears streaming down your face, muffled moans

He flicks your clit and you come, screaming around Felix’s cock as he cums down your throat with a pretty moan. Chris grunts as he cums inside you, his thick cum dripping out of your hole as he pulls out. Felix lets your head fall forward, petting your hair as he pulls his still-hard cock out of your mouth.

He looks up at his dad, “Can I have a turn?”

You whimper in response, pushing him down and sinking down on his length, Chris’s cum dripping out of your pussy. You both moan as he bottoms out, the stretch of a cock burning ever so slightly as he bucks up into you.

Big dick jeans run in the family it seems.

You hear footsteps and Chris grips your hair roughly, pulling your face up to look at him. Felix grips your hips and begins to fuck you down on him and you moan as Chris speaks again. “Do you like being used, pretty girl? You like being our obedient little fucktoy?”

At your moan of acceptance, he chuckles, dropping your head and coming back around. You squeal as his fingers come in contact with your other hole, prying it open as he spits inside. Felix pulls you down into a kiss, still hammering inside you as his tongue fucks your mouth. Chris lines up his cock with your ass and without so much as a warming, bottoms out. You scream, overwhelming amounts of pain and pleasure rocking you.

You don't think you've ever taken so many large cocks at the same time.

Chris grunts, slapping your ass as he begins to thrust and matches pace with Felix as he grunts out, “Such a good little girl. Taking Daddy’s cock better than your mother ever did.”

You clench around him shamefully at the mention of your mother, your pride souring. He chuckles as Felix swallows your moans.

“I've wanted to fuck you since you got back, Felix too. You're so irresistible, baby girl.”

Your fingers are drawing scratches in Felix’s freckled back as you clutch him tightly, Moaning up a storm as two cock drill into you, rendering you dumb and speechless.

You almost feel like they're fucking your brain out, and you clench around them, feeling that ever-present coil in your stomach tightens.

Felix moves his hands, letting his dad control your hips and using them instead on your boobs, his lith fingers working magic on your hard nipples. You reward him by sucking hickeys into his pretty neck and he does the same, whimpering out your name as he bucks into you. You can tell he's going to cum and you are so close, almost there.

They both speed up their thrusts and Felix moves his hand, his fingers drawing small fast circles on your clit. With an embarrassingly loud moan, you cum, falling back onto Felix’s chest with a pant.

Felix follows shortly after, pumping his cum into your greedy pussy. His dad follows not long after, with an unfairly attractive grunt.

He pulls out, and you feel their mixed seed dripping out of your fluttering holes, down your legs and onto the carpeted floor of the livingroom, dirtying your mothers favorite rug.

Felix hoists you up, carrying you upstairs and settling you gently on his bed, stroking your hair as they clean you up.

There's a lot that needs to be talked about, but for now, you pull them down with you, cuddling up with them as you drift off, surrounded by the people who care about you.

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Broken Melodies : Fake or True ft. Lee Jeno {ch-5}

A/n: Welcome to chapter 5! The story has been going pretty well so far! I hope it remains that way ✨

Sooo here it iss ✨

There is something wrong with the taglist I created so for now I can't do a taglist but I'll try to fix the problem as soon as I can.

The mini - masterlist for this series can be found here

Jeno's

It's been officially one week. One week of suffering. We're trying to keep the fake relationship as discreet as possible cause, well, acting all lovey dovey infront of our family and gang members is bad enough. I don't want to have to act like that in college as well. But I've got to say, both at school and at home, the environment has changed a lot. It's a lot calmer and peaceful.

"But then again...Jaemin returns to school next month." I mumbled as I laid on my bed, staring at the ceiling.

Na Jaemin, the sole reason why I have a bad reputation at school. I never met someone as annoying and insufferable as him. Sure, Eunbi is annoying as well but she's sufferable to some extent but her brother is anything but that.

I sighed and got up, running my fingers through my hair.

"How long do I have to keep faking this relationship?" I mumbled and fell to the bed again, closing my eyes.

I opened my eyes and turned my head to look at the hair pin that sat on my study table. Smiling slightly, I close my eyes again as the image of a certain girl floods my mind.

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Eunbi's

"Are you sure it doesn't hurt?" I asked as Jaemin smirked and stretched his body.

"My body is as smooth as butter. Don't worry, I'll be fine." he insisted as I sighed.

"Whatever you say douchebag." I say as he smacks the back of my head.

"Have some respect towards your brother will you?" he said making me shrug when I spotted a pretty hair clip.

"Oohh~ this is pretty, who's is it?" I asked, holding it as Jaemin looked away and focussed his eyes at the scenery from his window instead with a smile.

"Someone." He said making me nudge his shoulder with my shoulder.

"Someone huh? Is it your crush?" I asked in a teasing tone as he took the hair clip and let himself fall to his bed. He smiled and held the hair clip close to his heart.

"You could say that. Although, you might know her." he said making me plop on his bed beside him.

"What's her name??" I asked as he chuckled.

"Dong Xiaolian." he said with tenderness and adoration laced in his tone.

"Oh-she's part of the ballet team. Ay, nice choice! She's really pretty...why don't you date her?" I say as he chuckles and sits up, hand coming to pat my head.

"If I could, I would've by now." He says making me furrow my brows.

"Then why didn't you?" I ask as he just chuckles.

"I'm not really an ideal person for someone like her." he says making me scoff.

"If that's so, why don't you change?" I say as he sighs.

"It's easier said then done, now, get out. I'm going out to get some things for class next week." he said, pushing me out of his room and locking it.

Dong Xiaolian...if I'm not mistaken...Jeno always looks at her during class

I shrug and get ready to go out with Renjun and Hyuck.

"So, how is the fake dating treating you so far?" Renjun asked as I groaned. Although dad warned me not to tell anyone I couldn't help but tell the boys, they're my only friends so it wouldn't hurt to tell them. Besides, they'll never tell a soul.

"I don't know. I mean he's doing his part well but as soon as the people disappear it's back to same old mean Jeno." I say as Hyuck nods.

"I mean he does hate relationships." Hyuck said as I sighed.

"I don't know." I say as Renjun thinks for a second.

"You're not starting to like him are you." Renjun asks making me choke on my drink.

"No! Why would I ever?!" I exclaim as Haechan smirks.

"You never knoww~" Hyuck says making me smack his arm.

"I just figured since you seem like you're enjoying it." Renjun said as I cleared my throat.

"Not him, but maybe I'm just kind of open to the idea of being in a relationship." I say as they nod.

"It does seem fun you know...to be in a relationship and being in love." Renjun said as Hyuck agreed.

"It must feel nice to be in love and be loved." he says as I nod.

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Jeno's

Jaemin came back today and so far, I've been successful in avoiding him. Today just felt like a nice day and I didn't want Na Jaemin to destroy it.

"You're being secretive today."I turned to see Eunbi who had an amused expression on her face.

"What do you want?" I asked as she sighed.

"I saw some of your dad's men lurking around the school so I just came to alert you." she said in a bored tone as I saw a figure from the back of my eyes.

"What are you doing?" I asked as she sat down on the grass next to me.

"Is it a crime to sit with my...boyfriend?" she says as I try not to cringe.

"No...come here." I say and wrap my arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer to me.

We just silently stay in that position until the coast is clear. Eunbi looks around only to jolt and get up.

"Jaem!" she exclaimed making me widen my eyes as I quickly turned around to see Jaemin glaring at me. I get up only to be shoved to the ground by Jaemin.

"Jaem! Stop!" Eunbi exclaimed while trying to pull her brother away from my frame.

"The fuck are you doing to my sister?!" Jaemin exclaimed, punching me as I groaned and tried to get him off.

"What else?! Spending time with her!" I exclaimed and pushed him away from me as I got up and stood next to Eunbi.

"Yahh! Stop this! We're seeing each other!" Eunbi exclaimed and stood in front of me as Jaemin froze and looked at her in disbelief.

"You're what?" he asked as she walked towards him and stood infront of her brother.

"You deaf? He's my boyfriend." she said making Jaemin laugh.

"He's trying to fool you. He always plays around with girls feelings, treats them like his toys!" Jaemin exclaimed making me pull Eunbi behind me and face Jaemin.

"Well, not her. I'm seeing your sister and if you have a problem why don't you fucking try me?" I said in a low tone, eyes burning into his.

Ooh, finally some drama😩

That's it for this chapter ✨

I hope you liked it 💖✨

You can find Chapter 6 here

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