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whenikissedthegiyuu · 5 months ago

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nine - oh so he’s kiyoomi now

sakusa kiyoomi x reader

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dark mode - reader pov & light mode - sakusa pov

a/n - second half is written, it kind of got out of my hands… apologies in advance.

warning: suggestive content

“Why am I not surprised you’re late?”

Iwaizumi’s voice reached my ears, making me halt as I reached for the door. I glanced over my shoulder just as his hand landed on my lower back to gently push me away from the door so he could open it.

“Why, thank you, kind sir.”

I didn’t miss the roll of his eyes before I turned back around and headed into the restaurant, letting the host know a table was already waiting for us before I walked in the direction of our group’s usual table.

“I don’t get why you’re chastisin’ me when you’re just as late as me.” I added as I rounded the corner and found the rest of our friends sitting at the table hidden near the back. I squealed as I dropped my purse on the table and ran over to hug Akaashi. He stood up and hugged me tightly as I pressed my lips to his cheek. Next was Kenma, who was just sitting down finishing a text he had been writing when I came in as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

Kuroo stood up, pulling out the chair beside him. “Are you sure your boyfriend allows you to hang out with us?”

I slapped his arm playfully before wrapping my arms around him. He hugged me right back, slightly lifting me up.

“I already told ya we ain’t really dating.” I sat down once he let me go and pushed my chair in.

I had barely sat down before the waitress was waved over to the table and a round of drinks was ordered for Iwaizumi and I. Only half an hour had passed before Kuroo, always the bad influence, ordered shots as if we were out clubbing instead of a restaurant.

My phone vibrated on the table after I knocked back the drink. Kuroo glanced at it with a raised eyebrow, as if asking if I would answer. I grabbed it with the intention of texting whoever was calling that I’m busy, but Sakusa’s name on the screen made me pause. I hesitated for one more second before pressing the green button to accept his call.

“Are you home?” He asked before I could even say hello.

I grinned. I had no fucking idea why. I was getting more tipsy than I expected, that would explain the weird feeling in my stomach.

“No hi, hello, good evenin’, how are ya?”

He cleared his throat. “I’m in Tokyo.”

My eyes widened. Yeah, the way my heart was racing definitely was not due to the alcohol. Why was I acting like this if Atsumu had already told me?

“I can be home in 20.” I said, already reaching for my purse, but his words made me pause.

Kuroo raised an eyebrow and pointed at my phone, “Is that Sakusa?”

Iwaizumi stopped mid sentence whatever he was telling Akaashi and his head swirled around. “Sakusa?”

“Don’t abandon your friends for me. It’s my bad for not calling earlier.”

“Is he in Tokyo?” Kenma asked from beside Kuroo, who gasped when I nodded and told me to invite the raven haired man to the restaurant.

“Well, darlin’, it seems like my friends want ya to join us.”

A pause, then he chuckled. “Darlin’?” He repeated.

“Are ya gonna come here or not?”

“Where even is here?”

“Hold on,” I murmured, pulling my phone away from my ear to send him my location. “There. How far are ya?”

“Not far. I’ll let you know when I’m outside.”

The call had barely disconnected when Kuroo was speaking again. “Not dating, my ass.” He laughed, clapping a hand on my shoulder. “You’re finally smiling over a guy. I never thought I’d see the day.”

I shook my head and pressed my lips into a thin line when I realized I had been smiling. “Shut up.” I slapped his arm away. “I ain’t smilin’ ‘cause of Kiyoomi!”

“So he’s Kiyoomi now?” Iwaizumi teased from across the table. He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at me as he leaned back in his seat.

My cheeks flushed as the waitress came with another round of drinks and collected the empty glasses on the table. Akaashi ordered appetizers to share between us, then let her know we would need an extra chair.

Sakusa arrived just as the waitress started bringing the food. I excused myself to meet him outside, linking my fingers behind my back to hold back from touching him once I stood in front of him.

“Hi.” I breathed out as he pocketed his phone and shortened the distance between us. He raised an eyebrow. “Ya came just in time for the food.” A nervous laugh escaped me.

He pressed his lips to my forehead through his mask, making me short circuit. “Hi.” He murmured once leaned back, but not leaving much space between us. He’s just acting like this in case someone sees us, I’m sure. He was speaking again before I could even say anything, “Which friends am I meeting, again?”

“Uh, ‘s just Kuroo, Akaashi, Kenma, which ya probably already know from high school volleyball, and I don’t know if y’know ‘bout Iwaizumi, he’s from Miyagi.” I answered. He hummed, reaching for my hand behind my back. I glanced at our hands as he linked our fingers together. “They know we ain’t… y’know.” I gestured between us with my now free hand, avoiding saying it out loud in case someone heard us. “And our table’s pretty secluded, so no need to pretend with ’em.”

“Noted.” He simply said as he held the door open for me and trailed after me as I headed toward the table, his hand still holding onto mine.

I heard the guys laughing loudly before we even rounded the corner. It subsided once they realized we were standing there. I could almost feel the exact moment Sakusa regretted coming here, his muscles tensing as he slipped his free hand into his pocket. I tugged at his hand to lead him to our seats as the guys greeted him.

I settled down beside Kuroo again, and Sakusa’s hand landed on my thigh once he sat down beside me. Kuroo wasted no time pushing a glass of whiskey in his direction. Sakusa seemed to hesitate for a moment, but then he tucked the mask under his chin and grabbed the drink.

I glanced at Akaashi across the table. “Kei, your friend never called me. Which one was it again that got engaged, Kaori or Yukie?”

“Ah,” He nodded once. “It was Yukie. Apparently she broke up with her boyfriend not long after, I forgot to tell you.”

Iwaizumi hummed, taking a sip of his drink before speaking up. “She was dating that physician from the National Team, right?”

Akaashi leaned forward and lowered his voice. “She told Kaori and I that he was a good guy and she was happy with him, but that she didn’t know if she could marry someone who couldn’t even make her finish.”

Kuroo nearly spat out his drink, failing to hold back his laughter. Iwaizumi was not doing any better. Men truly were worse gossipers than women. Even Kenma was pressing his lips together to hold back a smile.

“Hold on, hold on.” I let out a soft laugh, clearly the only one sober enough at the table to control myself. “So she said yes to his proposal, but then she broke up with him? Because he couldn’t make her come?”

Kuroo slapped his hand down on the table, unable to hold back his hyena laugh, even though all I did was repeat what Akaashi said.

Akaashi ignored him, “She didn’t want to embarrass him. It was a public proposal. Don’t know many details, but once the excitement of the proposal wore off she had, like, an epiphany? I don’t know, I didn't understand most of her girl talk with Kaori.”

“They probably had sex that night and she remembered that he can’t even find the clit.” Kuroo murmured between snickers as he wiped the tears of laughter from his eyes.

“You shouldn’t have told us that. I don’t know how I’ll be able to look him in the eye now.” Iwaizumi shook his head and gulped down the rest of his drink.

Sakusa was eerily quiet beside me, a faint smile on his lips, his fingers still splayed on my thigh. I glanced at him, tuning out the conversation between the guys for a moment as I reached for his wrist and gently squeezed. His eyes darted to me, eyebrows slightly furrowed together. He looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here. Kuroo spoke up before I could get the chance to ask him if he wanted to leave.

“So, what are you doing in Tokyo, Sakusa?”

I glared at Kuroo. Sakusa tapped his fingers on my thigh before answering, “My sister was in a car accident. A woman ran a red light and rammed into the passenger side where she was sitting.”

“I hope she’s out of danger now.” Akaashi commented.

“Thankfully she is. She kicked me out of her room because she said I was worrying too much, so here I am.” The corners of his lips twitched as he glanced at me, then his eyes fell on his glass as the guys started talking amongst themselves again.

I leaned toward him, resting my hand on top of his. “How’s the baby?” I lowered my voice to keep our conversation between us only.

“She lost a lot of blood. They had to do an emergency c-section.” His hand turned in mine, his fingers lacing between mine. “He’s doing pretty well despite being born prematurely. He just has to stay at the hospital for a few weeks, but the doctors have high hopes that he will be able to breathe on his own soon.”

I squeezed his hand in reassurance. His gaze softened as he met my eyes again. My other hand onto his wrist, my thumb rubbing his skin, furrowing my eyebrows when I felt small bumps on his forearm.

I looked down at his arm. “What’s this?”

He tugged his sleeve down and gently pushed my hand off. He rolled his eyes when he realized I was pouting. “Just hives. It’s already healing.”

But he glanced away as he spoke, as if he couldn’t meet my eyes. I pressed my lips into a thin line and decided to drop it if he obviously didn’t want me asking about it.

“Wanna get out of here?” I asked after a moment in silence.

He couldn’t hide the way his shoulders relaxed immediately at my words even if he tried. He nodded, then let go of my hand so I could reach for my purse. We said goodbye to the guys before he led me out of the restaurant with an arm around my waist, ignoring their suggestive remarks and teasing laughs.

He walked me to my apartment. His cheeks had flushed when I invited him in, he walked in behind me after a moment of hesitation.

“Tea?” I asked as I dropped my things on the table near the door and headed into the kitchen. I felt his presence behind me as I opened the cupboard and reached for the mugs at the top shelf. It slipped from my fingers, but Sakusa was behind me in a second. He gently placed it on the counter before reaching for the other one.

My heart stopped the moment I felt his chest pressing against my back. I held onto the edge of the counter, my eyes fluttered shut when he stayed there even after he had closed the cupboard.

“Thanks.” I forced myself to say, to stir him– us out of it. He hummed softly under his breath in acknowledgment, then he slowly stepped away from me until I could no longer feel the warmth of his body. I released a breath I didn’t even realize I had been holding in and reached for the kettle.

It started to rain outside. I glanced at the drops hitting my window, letting out a soft sigh. At least we got here before it started pouring.

I didn’t turn back around until the two cups were filled, and even then I grabbed mine and turned right back around to keep watching the rain falling outside.

“Is your hotel far from here?” I found myself asking him as I sipped my tea. The rain didn’t show any signs of stopping anytime soon.

“I was supposed to stay at my parents’, but I could go to my aunt’s instead. I was hoping that they would be less… unpleasant, with my sister in the hospital and all. It seems that they just don’t have an off switch. My mother, specifically.” I felt his footsteps as he shortened the distance between us until he was standing beside me, my shoulder brushing against his arm. “I think it’s one of the reasons why I accepted helping you. I know what it’s like to deal with difficult parents and struggling to enforce boundaries just because they’re your parents.”

I shrugged. “My parents seem like saints compared to yours. At least my mom’s only worried about my love life because the first and last time I was into someone, I got my heart broken.” I glanced at him, letting my eyes linger on his profile for a moment since he was staring out the window too. “I’m sorry ya have to put up with that when you’re home.”

“It’s not like it’s your fault.”

I gestured to the hallway. “I have a guest room.” I blurted out before I could realize it.

“I wouldn’t want to be a bother.” He immediately declined with a shake of his head.

“You’re never a bother, Kiyoomi.” I went to reach for his hand, but then I let my hand drop back to my side. “The guys leave clothes here all the time, I’m sure you can find something that fits you. Same goes for soap and shower gels. If you don’t like those 3 in 1 soaps they use and you don’t mind smelling like coconut, I can let you borrow my shampoo and conditioner.”

He was quiet, making me pull my bottom lip between my teeth as I chewed on it nervously. I put my cup down, still half full but the tea had grown cold already, and turned to face him.

“You don’t have to stay here. Sorry I offered. Probably already have your own routine and products given how careful you are with your hygiene. I’ll pay for your ride back to your parents’ once it stops raining, ‘s my fault anyways ya came all the way he–“

Sakusa cupped my cheeks and leaned down, effectively cutting me off mid sentence as our lips pressed together.

I stood frozen, eyes wide open. He pulled back after a moment, eyes slowly fluttering open until I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his again. My hands remained on the edge of the counter as he caged me between it and his body.

He leaned back just enough for our lips to disconnect and an involuntary whimper escaped me when I tried to kiss him again but he held me back. He grabbed my hips and hoisted me up onto the counter. My legs parted to give him space to stand between my thighs.

“I’m trying so hard to be a gentleman here.”

I rested my palms on the counter and leaned back, staring at his half lidded eyes and kiss-swollen lips. He leaned into me as I moved, his hands closed into fists beside my thighs.

“Don’t want ya t’ be a gentleman, Kiyoomi.”

His breath brushed over my lips. His eyes fluttered shut as he took one slow, deep breath. He started leaning back, away from me.

Well, that just won’t do.

My hands moved to the front of his shirt and fisted the fabric between my fingers until he had no choice but to lean forward. Our lips met once again, only that this time it seemed different– it was different. It felt for a moment as if time had stopped moving around us.

His fingers were cold when they returned to my cheek, a soft laugh shared between us when I jumped. He slightly tilted my head to the side just as his other hand found my waist. My fingers slowly uncurled from his shirt until my palms were pressed flat against his chest. I could feel his heart beating against my palm, just as fast as mine was. The fact that he was as affected as me shouldn’t have made me feel this warm inside… and between my legs.

His tongue hesitantly licked my bottom lip, but then he pulled me further to the edge and it slipped into my mouth when I gasped. I could feel his hardness digging into my inner thigh now, I could feel his chest heaving against mine. It should be embarrassing the way I arched into him and tilted my chin up to adjust the angle. The taste of the whiskey he had been sipping at the restaurant invading my senses.

It should definitely be embarrassing how I moaned into his mouth when his hand moved to the back of my head and grabbed my hair. He tugged me back until our lips were forced to part. My heart slammed against my ribcage, nearly skipping a beat when my eyes opened and found him already staring at me.

“I can’t–“ He cut himself off when his voice cracked, clearing his throat before speaking again. “I can’t stay here. We can’t do this.”

My eyebrows furrowed together. He untangled himself from me and grabbed our forgotten cups of tea from the counter to leave them in the sink. I closed my legs, pressing my thighs together in embarrassment, even though he turned his back to me.

“I shouldn’t have kissed you in the first place. I’m sorry.”

Oh.

I closed my eyes, unable to look even at the back of his head.

“I made a mistake.” His voice lowered. “This isn’t right.”

Each word felt like he was stabbing a knife into my chest. Of course, why would he want me? I’m just his teammate’s best friend who roped him into this fucking mess of pretending to be dating because, just like he said, I’m afraid to set boundaries with my parents.

When I opened my eyes he was still standing in front of the sink, his head lowered and his hands gripping the edge of the counter.

I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up.

“Listen, I’m not the best at explaining myself–“

“Ya said plenty, Sakusa.”

He glanced over his shoulder at the sound of his last name. It just didn’t feel right calling him Kiyoomi in private, not after he called our kiss a mistake. A kiss he initiated.

“Just leave.” I hated how small my voice sounded, how it carried all the hurt I was feeling right now. “Please.” I added after a moment.

He nodded once, looking at me like he wanted to say something else, but then he just walked to the door. I was left sitting there on the counter, not allowing a single tear to leave my eyes until the door clicked shut.

being single was not exactly a choice on her part, it was more of a consequence of her demanding job as one of the best wedding planner in tokyo. her parents asked constantly if she was at least speaking with anyone romantically and when she would give them grandchildren. they pressured her to the point that she lied to them about having a boyfriend so they would leave her alone, only for them to say they want to meet him at her best friend’s wedding. time to come clean! or… find a fake boyfriend to keep her parents happy?

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msbigredmachine · 2 years ago

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Coming In London (Jey Uso/OC)

A date night for the ages across the pond. Post-Money in the Bank 2023. Jey Uso/OC one-shot.

Warnings: SMUT

Word count: 5.5k

A/N: New Edition's 'Can You Stand The Rain' was my muse for this fic. It kinda fit. I'm not weird I promise.

Enjoy!

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Money in the Bank was so much fun!

Zainab had attended a number of WWE shows with some great audiences in the past couple of years, but there was something about the atmosphere in the O2 Arena that could not be replicated elsewhere. They were on fire all night, especially for the main event, yet another one her boyfriend and his twin brother were headlining this year. Watching him feed off the fans’ energy and tear it up with his three brothers was mesmerizing. Emotions ran high afterwards and she ended up hanging out in the hotel lounge with the Bloodline and several other Superstars till the early hours of Sunday morning. It was hard to fall asleep with how happy everyone was about the great show they’d put on.

Jey was still passed out at breakfast time, buried beneath the white sheets of the plush bed of their hotel suite. Deciding not to disturb him, Zainab went alone, and ran into Jimmy and Roman at the buffet table. They were still buzzing from last night. As she kept them company, she noticed there was something else exciting them. They kept checking their phones, smiling from ear to ear and sharing secret looks. Her curiosity was piqued, but before she could press for more info, both men finished up their breakfast and quickly kissed her goodbye before leaving for their flights back home.

When she returned to her man, he was awake but still in bed, with his phone in his hands, the sheets pooled around his waist and his hair all disheveled and sexy. Damn, he looked so good. Like, “I woke up like this” kinda good.

“Morning, sexy. Hope you didn’t miss me too much,” she greeted, giggling when he yanked her down to the bed the moment she was within reach, almost knocking off her glasses. She accepted his soft, gentle kisses as his arms wrapped around her. He tasted like mint, like he’d just brushed his teeth. “I brought you a couple of muffins, a banana and some yogurt. How ya feelin’?”

“Like I been hit by a damn truck,” he murmured, sitting up to rest his back against the headboard while keeping his hold on her waist. “How was breakfast?”

“Good. Your twin and Roman were there. They were acting real sus. Kept smilin’ all wide and shit and checking their phones like you’re doing now. Who are y’all gossiping about?”

“Haha, no one, babe. We just goofin’ around.” Clearing his throat and putting his phone away, he smoothly changed the subject. “Date night at the London Eye is a go. Tonight gon’ be lit, baybeee.”

Zainab pursed her lips and adopted her most neutral expression. “Are you sure we’ll be able to go? You still look really tired.”

Jey couldn’t hold back his laugh at her faux concern. “Z, I’m good. We goin’. Don’t know why you so scared.”

“You know I don’t like heights, Mr. Day One Ish,” she rolled her eyes.

“Last time I was in London, I went on the ride. The view was unbelievable and I told myself I’d take you there if we ever got the chance. Don’t be a scaredy cat. I’ll keep you safe, I promise.”

Whenever his mind was set on something, he went through with it no matter what. Since he only wanted to show her a good time, she decided to indulge him. “Fine. Bianca invited me for afternoon tea. Imma do a little shopping afterwards, maybe get my nails done too. I’ll be back in time for tonight.”

Jey reached for his wallet and handed her his black American Express card. “Here. Go crazy with it. Just make sure you look sexy for me tonight.”

Zainab sighed dramatically and plucked the hard plastic from between his fingers, previous back-and-forths reminding her that he would not take no for an answer. “You spoil me too much, babe.”

She tried to sound stern, but that smile he loved was bright and happy, and he couldn’t stop himself from stealing another kiss. “For you, baby, ain’t no such thing as too much.” He meant it. She had him sprung, head over heels for her. He would give her the world if she asked for it. She worked so hard on the daily and she deserved to be spoiled and pampered all the time.

Zainab’s fingers trailed over his pec tattoo as a fiendish idea came to her. “Hmm. Would you like something in return then, Daddy? It’ll be unfair for you to do all the giving.”

“Well, if you insist…” he rasped, taking her hand and putting it between his legs, making her cup him through the sheets. His other hand curled dangerously around her neck, squeezing lightly, watching the flame of desire ignite in her gorgeous eyes, “...You can gimme that throat.”

His gruff demand, topped by his darkened irises and his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, had her pussy purring. She drew the sheets off him and exposed his mouth-watering erection. Adjusting her frame on the bed, she closed her fist around his dick, leaning down to flick her tongue over the slit of his head, and her smirk widened when a sharp hiss escaped him.

“Whatever Daddy wants, Daddy gets,” she said to him with a wink, licking him one more time. As her mouth sank lower down his shaft, Jey felt his bones melt, and he laid back with a relaxed sigh and let her work her magic on him.

Today was going to be a great day.

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The weather was nice, mostly sunny with none of the infamous London rain showers in sight, thank God. After tea at the highly esteemed Fortnum & Mason, she headed out to the High Street with Bianca Belair to find a knockout outfit for tonight. The odds were in her favor as she quickly found a pair of heels that would rock her man’s world once he saw them. That inspired her to search for an equally stunning dress, and several stores later, she came across one that made even notoriously-hard-to-impress Bianca’s jaw drop. So that was settled. Next stop was Agent Provocateur. The store was stacked with so many beautiful designs of lingerie, it was tough to choose. With Bianca’s approval, Zainab finally settled on a blood-red, backless lace push-up bra and matching thong. She was highly impressed with the amount of cleavage the bra afforded her and how the color made her skin pop. She looked forward to watching it get torn apart by her boyfriend tonight.

Her predictions were headed in the right direction, as said boyfriend was already drooling before they left their suite for dinner. “Damn, girl. I ain't sure I wanna let you leave this room no more,” Jey drawled, resting his hands on her shapely hips. “You look good enough to eat, baby.”

Laughing as he tugged her backwards right up against his crotch, Zainab didn’t take her eyes off the mirror as she bumped him away with her backside. “Down, boy, before you make me drop my contact lens. This was your idea so we’re going. But who knows?” She locked darkened eyes with him through the round shaped mirror and twerked her ass for his benefit. “If I enjoy myself, I’ll be sure to let you…eat me…later tonight.”

Damn. “We’re gonna have an awesome time tonight, later and afterwards,” he declared loudly and confidently, finishing with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows that made her laugh. Her boyfriend could be so goofy sometimes.

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Dinner was quiet and intimate, and Zainab couldn't help but feel loved up and romantic as her man kept sweeping her off her feet. He was super attentive and she was enjoying the attention and their playful banter. She loved that he topped up her wine glass whenever it emptied, loved that he fed her the last piece of his steak. Being together like this was really nice; thanks to their busy careers, this kind of alone time was a luxury, one neither Jey nor Zainab took for granted.

The walk from the food market to the world famous ferris wheel was thankfully a short one. Zainab beamed as she entered the structure known as Cupid’s Pod and was greeted with rows of red roses and candles decorating the enclosure.

The ride came with a complimentary bottle of Rosé Champagne and a luxury box of Pink Champagne Truffles, set up on the wooden oval bench in the middle of the pod. Jey was right about the views from inside the London Eye. They were unbelievable, overlooking the boats gliding along the River Thames and several high rise buildings. The higher they went, the quieter it became, save for the personalized playlist playing softly in the background. Snuggled up with Jey on the bench, Zainab sipped some more champagne, indulged in some chocolate and basked in the ambience and the safety of her man's arms, which currently were around her waist, the heat of his body pressed against her from behind. His soft lips dispensed tender kisses along the curve of her neck, eliciting a small, welcoming moan from her at his gentle caresses.

“You so damn fine, girl,” he complimented, pressing more kisses to her skin, absorbing her intoxicating scent. “I’m glad you’re in London with me.”

“Thank you, my love. I’m glad I’m here with you too,” she smiled up at him, lazily rubbing his thigh.

“We met on this day two years ago. Do you remember?” he asked.

Zainab sighed dreamily, her eyes closed as she nuzzled her face against his. “Like it was yesterday.”

“Mm-hmm. I also remember your stubborn ass ain’t want nothin’ to do with me.”

“I told you why. I dated a soccer player and a basketball player. They both put me through some shit. Didn’t want to deal with another athlete.”

"Naw, baby girl. None of them dudes was right for you, that's all," Jey stated matter-of-factly, his toothy smirk showing off his silver jeweled grill.

“Ha, ‘course you’d say that.” Their romance was a slow burn, as both were still struggling with recent personal heartbreak when they first met. But their deep attraction to one another was something neither could stop themselves from exploring. When he was still working in the Thunderdome, he would make the trip to Fort Lauderdale to see her after the show every Friday night so they could bond and get to know each other better. They didn't even start sleeping together right away, because they were more interested in learning about each other first. When he resumed traveling, Zainab was sure that she would never hear from him again. But nothing changed. Not a day went by when he didn’t call her; a month did not pass without them meeting up at least once. She had been afraid of falling for him, but it was impossible not to. The man was beautiful, inside and out; not without his flaws and bad habits, but who wasn’t?

At first, she wasn’t sure how long they would last, given his crazy schedule and his history, along with her own bad breakups. But somehow she shelved all those fears and worked with him to strengthen their relationship. The fact that they were now one of the few couples in their circle still going strong to this day, meant they were doing something right.

She studied his features as he took her hands in his. There was a nervous energy about him tonight he'd been trying to conceal, but it only felt more palpable now. “You okay, baby?” she queried.

“Any regrets? Ya know, gettin' with me?” he asked, his voice quiet and shy.

She made a show of thinking about it. “About two or three, maybe,” she shrugged, and burst into laughter at his bombastic side-eye. “I’m just playin’,” she chortled, nudging him playfully. “We’ve had our ups and downs like any other couple, but it’s been incredible. I won't change a thing. You're an amazing boyfriend, Jey.”

“You’re amazing, Z. You’re a special person, and you been so good to me these past couple of years. I love you.” He smiled at her, and she couldn’t help but shiver at the intensity in his eyes.

“I love you too.” The feeling was still so surreal after all this time. Every time he said those words to her, she had to catch her breath. She knew about what he had endured in his past and how long it took for him to open up again. Knowing that he felt this way about her made her heart swell. She had never felt as happy and as loved as she did with him.

The moment stretched with them gazing lovingly into each other's eyes. Zainab raised his hand to her lips and placed a soft kiss across his knuckles. With that same hand, Jey caressed her cheek, down to her jaw, cupping her chin. His thumb softly rubbed across her bottom lip. Boldly, she sucked the tip into her mouth, her heated stare locked on him, and he could not resist replacing his thumb with his lips, feeding her with warm, languid kisses that made her lady bits clench and her toes curl.

Their little make out session was interrupted by the British A.I. woman’s voice announcing that they were at the very top of London. Jey reluctantly released Zainab and helped her to her feet. “The best of all the views is right here, babe. Take a look.” He pointed, gently rotating her and stepping back.

Summoning enough courage to go closer to the railings she’d been avoiding all evening, she cast a cautious glance out at the wondrous skyline before her. “You know what? I think I’m getting used to the height now,” she agreed, turning back around for his rebuttal.

Jey was down on one knee. A little velvet box was open in his hands with a sparkling diamond ring shining out of it.

Zainab burst out laughing and covered her face. “Oh my god you asshole! Are you fuckin’ serious?!”

Jey feigned hurt. “I know your ass ain’t cussin’ me out while I’m about to propose to you, woman,” he exclaimed, watching her walk away with her hands still on her face. He could hear her laughter gradually disintegrate, and when her shoulders began to shake with sobs, his eyes prickled. “Z…Baby, come here, I got somethin’ I wanna ask you,” he called out softly to her.

She was sure she was dreaming. It was a struggle processing this overwhelming surge of happiness, a happiness that only Jey Uso made her feel. She had to sit back down because her legs were shaking. She would definitely fall over and ruin this beautiful moment he'd clearly worked hard to set up. Luckily, Jey was kneeling before her, his hand resting on her thigh while holding up the ring to her. Her tears flowed freely, but he was there to wipe each one away, being there for her as he had been for the last two years.

“Fuck, I had a whole speech planned out and shit,” he whispered, his own voice clogged with emotion, “But now I got nothing, except that I’m so in love with you, baby. You changed my life, and I wanna be with you for the rest of it. Thank you for teaching me how to love again. Zainab Ortega, my queen, my love, will you marry me?”

Tears kept streaming down her cheeks, threatening to ruin her makeup as she stared at the man she loved more than anything in the whole world. She had only one answer. “Of course. Yes, yes I will,” she replied without hesitation, nodding enthusiastically as she watched him slide the stunning diamond ring on her finger. It fit perfectly.

Jey’s head was spinning. He never thought he’d be in this position so soon after Nisha. He thought he would never find love again. The morning Nisha breathed her last breath, he all but lost his will to wrestle, to function, to live. Never did he imagine that just eighteen months later, at a fundraiser to combat the disease that took his wife, he would meet someone else that made his heart flutter again, that caused his skin to sprout goosebumps with just a smile. At first, he felt so guilty and so ashamed of his feelings. But before her passing, Nisha had made him promise to move on, to open his heart again if he ever found the right woman.

So he did. Allowed himself to fall in love one more time. He couldn’t believe he’d found such a beautiful, caring, patient, sexy ass woman like Zainab. Her kind soul, her perennial optimism and her zest for life inspired him to push on with his own. Now, his career was thriving and he was in the best shape of his life. In so many ways, she saved his life. Putting a ring on her finger made all the sense in the world to him. With this, everything between them would become that much more final, much more complete.

Zainab stared down at her finger in complete awe. “It's so pretty! I can’t believe it. This must have been such a difficult step to take, baby,” she said, looking at him.

“At first, it was,” he confessed, wiping the corners of his eyes with the pad of his thumb. “But then I quickly realized how much in love I was with you, and I couldn’t live without you. I got that ring made two months ago, ma. This weekend wasn’t gonna go by without me poppin’ the question. Nisha will always be in my heart, but it’s you and me now, Z.”

She nodded in understanding and pulled him close, pressing her lips against his. “I would be honored to be your wife. I love you so much. Thank you.” She was literally on top of the world. She would never forget this trip to London, ever.

They spent the next ten minutes calling up family and friends to tell them the good news and show off her brand new engagement ring. There were a lot of happy tears and a lot of love. Apparently everyone had been waiting for this day to come. Roman and Jimmy had merely grinned proudly, and just as Zainab suspected, they both knew that this was going down tonight, which was why they’d been so cryptic and secretive at breakfast. Jey and Zainab were so happy to have the support of both their wonderful families.

She couldn’t stop fawning over the sizable diamond glowing on her ring finger. “Baby, this rock is so big.”

“Thought you liked big things,” Jey teased with a light squeeze of her waist, flashing her a knowing wink.

“You know first-hand that I do. Oh my god, Jey…we're getting married!”

“Mm-hmm. I’m so fuckin’ lucky, babe, you have no idea,” he gushed. He cupped the side of her face and bent down to kiss her, gently at first, then harder, leaning into her. Zainab ran her hands up the bulge of his biceps, moaning into his mouth when his tongue lashed against hers and his hand slid over her ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

“You know, proposing to you wasn’t the only thing I imagined doing in this here pod,” he said.

One look at the heat in his eyes made her understand right away. “No. You wouldn’t.”

“That a dare, baby?” He moved his mouth down to her neck, a small groan rumbling through him as he nipped and licked her skin. It served as the perfect distraction for his hands to slip under her dress and massage the round, ample globes of her backside.

“Babe, people can see us,” Zainab gasped, but melted into his arms anyway, “We’re gonna get in trouble. There’s cameras in here-”

“Fuck the cameras,” Jey dismissed. His penetrating stare shot tremors down her spine. "Do you know how fuckin’ hot you look tonight? Do you know the nasty shit I wanna do to you right now?”

She could already tell with the bulge pressing insistently against her. But she wanted to hear him say it. She couldn't quite think straight anyway. She wouldn't have been able to stop him if her life had depended on it. "Tell me, Daddy," she moaned.

"You drive me crazy when you dress up like this, baby, all sexy and provocative and shit…I seen dem thirsty ass motherfuckers at dinner, starin’ at you, wishing you were theirs...I wanted to bend your fine ass over our table and give you this dick in front of everybody. Let ‘em all know you mine."

“I will always be yours,” she whispered. "Always."

He walked her back to the bench, sitting down and pulling her to sit on him. As always, she fit perfectly on his lap, her ass resting between his muscular thighs. They hugged and kissed, his eager hands all over her body while she rocked back and forth against his hard erection. He took his time maneuvering her dress up to her waist, caressing her thighs the whole way and amplifying her already rabid need for him to be inside her. His fingers dipped beneath the lace edge of her panties, finding her wet and ready for him. He teased gently, lightly stroking her pussy lips, causing her to moan into his mouth. He knew just how to touch her, knew exactly how to make her body react to his every whim.

His hands slipped upwards to rest over her delectable bosom. “This a pretty ass bra, ma. You got it for me?”

“Yes, Daddy. You like it?” she asked. Jey answered her question by freeing her breasts from the confines like he was opening up a present. Her titties were nice and plump and made his mouth water. He eagerly took a nipple in his mouth and sucked while he massaged the other one.

“Baby…” she whimpered, hesitancy thick in her voice.

“Z…” he growled, his lips giving her nipple a quick, audibly wet tug that momentarily short-circuited her brain, “Unless you tellin’ me to fuck you harder, ion wanna hear it.”

His mouth covered hers before she could speak again, and this time she completely surrendered to him, allowing his tongue to slide in and wrestle with hers to a no-contest. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants to get access to him. As she pulled him out of his briefs and dragged her palm up and down the hard, smooth length of his cock, she gasped as he immediately tugged her new lace panties to the side and lowered her down onto him. The stretch was incredible, and they both moaned. She looked at her new fiancé, who sported a sexy smirk on his lips, watching her mouth fall open as she sat all the way down on his long, hard dick. They’d had sex many, many times together, but each time something new was awakened in her, even more so now as it occurred to her that anyone in the surrounding capsules could take a close look through the darkness and see what was happening. Her heart pounded in her chest in anticipation. She couldn’t believe this was actually happening, but she wasn’t going to stop it.

She moved on top of him, moaning as his dick twitched inside her, welcomed by her warm depths. He grabbed her breasts again, kneading them expertly, which made her bite her bottom lip harder than intended. When he pinched her nipples, her back arched and her head hung back. His long fingers then met her waist as he leaned in to suckle her throat and smell her, basking in the pleasure and feral desperation in her voice. Her thighs locked around his hips, giving her a little leverage to lift herself up and down on him with ease. She was dripping but still so tight around him thanks to how endowed he was.

“Damn, baby…keep ridin’ me like this and you gon’ be a mama in nine months,” Jey choked out, his eyes rolling back as she kept grinding herself on him, squeezing her walls snugly around his cock. “Imma give you all the babies, fuck, you feel so good…”

He already put a ring on it. Babies were the next step, surely. The thought of conceiving his child on the night of their wildest sexcapade yet, aroused her to no end. “Hmm, then breed me, Daddy,” Zainab groaned. Threading her fingers through his hair, she gave him a kiss so passionate that he moaned into her mouth, he then forced her to do the same when he smacked her ass, the sharp sting zipping down to her loins. The bench was not comfortable, but they were so into it, and the ambience was so romantic and sexy, that neither of them cared.

“Unnnhhh god, baby,” she whined with her lips parted over his own, tasting his heavy breaths, “Shit, you feel so good inside me.”

"I can see that, you creamin’ all over me,” Jey looked down at her gyrating hips with a smirk. Her creamy mess had visibly smeared his exposed gray-colored briefs. “You love this dick, don't you, baby?" he taunted, flicking his tongue over her lips.

“Yes Daddy.”

“I know you do. Fuck me, beautiful, bounce on this dick.” His moans had dissolved to primal growls now, mingling with the soft music and the wet, slapping sounds of their lovemaking. She pushed him down flat on his back, and the surprise on his handsome features evaporated when she began riding him harder, taking his dick deeper inside her with each drop down, with each salacious roll of her backside. Her moans mingled with his groans as he started to bounce her himself, his hands clutching the meat of her hips, moving her more vigorously up and down. His pouty lips were parted and gasping in stereo with hers as he made her fuck him, that big dick meeting the sweetest of her spots.

“Shit, Daddy, that dick in me!” she groaned. The atmosphere was so incredibly hot, she buried her face in his neck, moaning her pleasure as she felt herself start to tingle and throb. "Oh, fuck, Jey, I'm gonna come,” she breathed heavily, her voice vanishing into thin air as she bounced harder and faster on his dick, hunting down that potent high. She nearly lost her balance as it seized her, a glorious cascade of orgasm, her thighs quivering and skin humming as the explosion eviscerated her senses.

She felt him sit back upright and rise to his feet with her still in his arms, his mouth moving against hers with more purpose than usual. It wasn’t until she felt something cool and hard pressing against her bare back that she finally broke the kiss out of curiosity. Looking behind her, her heart stopped cold inside her chest.

Jey had pressed her directly against the clear glass wall of the capsule, with nothing below her but the twinkling lights of London. Zainab screamed and squirmed against his body, her head spinning with both fear and the remnants of her orgasm as she struggled to get away from the glass.

"Jesus! Fuck, Jey, what…"

"Hey, hey, shhh," he whispered, keeping a careful hold around her trembling frame. His lips swept tenderly over her jawline as he tried to keep her calm. She was shaking, her arms and legs gripping him with the strength of a boa constrictor. "Breathe for me, Zainab. Look at me. Look at me."

She twisted her face away from the view, her pretty eyes wide and frightened.

“I-I-I…”

“Calm down for me baby. Relax.” His mouth brushed along her throat, doing his part to quell her nerves. Her squirms subsided, but only a little. He could tell she still wanted to get away, but he kept her body firmly secured between himself and the glass. “Do you trust me?”

Right now, on the cusp of grave danger, she wasn’t so sure she did. “Yeah,” she finally ground out.

“Then you know I’ll never let anything happen to you. I gotchu.”

His kiss was gentle but insistent and full of reassurance. She felt his hand sneak along her hip, then the sharp tug of her panties pressing into her skin, and a tearing sound and the flimsy material falling away. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him tuck the ruined undergarment into his back pocket. Keeping his body flush against hers, he molded her bare ass cheeks in his hands, grinding against her for a few seconds before sliding his dick back home. She clenched around his girth immediately, greedily, and Jey groaned softly as he worked himself into her with slow, winding circles that touched every single sweet spot her pussy possessed. He was a tight fit, always was. It felt so good that she couldn’t stop the moans that spilled from her lips.

“You like that, huh? Daddy’s gotchu,” he said, repeating the action again and again. He stared with wonder in his eyes at his love, the most wonderful woman in the world. “You so beautiful, baby. I love you so much.” Placing another gentle, calming kiss on her lips, he increased his pace. Zainab did what she could to block out the very real threat of the deathly drop behind her and focus on her fiancé now pounding into her. The sound of his body meeting hers was almost deafening in the exposed enclosure.

“Damn, Z, you soppin’ wet. I knew you’d like this shit. Love this pussy so much.” His expression was one of lust-filled triumph as he studied her face, the parting of her lips panting for him, goading him to angle his hips and fuck her harder and deeper, bottoming her out. “This turnin’ you on, huh, your ass and titties out, all of London watching you take my big dick…”

With another whimpering moan, her head rocked back against the glass as she felt her climax creep closer again. Her eyes fluttered shut as her nerves settled and more erogenous sensations took over. Her legs tensed around his waist as she rotated her hips in rhythm with his thrusts, each one pressing her ass deeper against the glass, making her wetter and wetter and bringing her closer to succumbing to that euphoric feeling that only her man, now her betrothed, could give her. Her breath was stolen from her as his dick continued to toy with her g-spot, his grunts and gasps warming her neck, her pussy walls quivering and rippling around his girth in reaction. “Fuck, Jey, right there…Mmm fuck, you ‘boutta make me come again!”

Holding his girl in place with his big strong hands, Jey intensified his strokes, his gruff voice grunting with the effort. "You fuckin’ right, baby, gimme that nut,” he mumbled, himself starting to unravel from the near-crippling pleasure. “Give it to me cuz it’s mine. Drain your pussy all over my dick."

Zainab hugged him even tighter, her nails digging through his shirt and into his back as her moans devolved to whimpers, and the faster he thrust into her, the further their bodies seemed to plunge from the same dizzying heights as the capsule they were in. She cried out as her release tore her apart, her walls suffocating his cock. Jey was right behind her, his guttural groan at the pulse of her throat, his dick lodged in the back of her pussy as he came just as hard for her. Desperately, she clenched around him, taking it all, milking him for everything he had as the world seemingly collapsed around them.

Seconds later, the A.I. woman’s voice popped up again to announce that the ride was descending in ten minutes. Jey leaned in for a breathless kiss as he pulled out of her and finally edged her away from the glass. She clung to him as he carried her back to the bench. He pulled wet wipes seemingly out of nowhere and cleaned her up, sharing more kisses with her while helping each other redress.

“You good?” he asked, smoothing her hair back into place and drawing her legs onto his lap.

Zainab nodded, biting her lip as the last of her climax rippled between her squeezed thighs. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

“You loved it though,” he said, his deep voice seductively low as he stroked her thigh. “Don’t lie to Daddy now. I could tell you loved every second, you got so wet for me, babe...”

There was so much amusement and cockiness and love in his eyes. All for her. “You always make me wet, Daddy,” she admitted, glancing back at the sheet of glass she’d been trapped against just moments ago. She had to give him his props for his highly unique sense of adventure. “You think we’ll still be this lit after we’re married?” she questioned.

“Ay, as long as we work on it, together, like we been doin’, and we don’t let none of that outside noise creep in…we’ll be good. That’s what I want for us, Z.”

She liked that answer a lot. It was what she wanted, too. “I made you a promise earlier that if I enjoyed myself, you can eat me when we get back. My offer still stands,” she noted, batting her long lashes at him.

Jey smiled like the cat who got the cream. Literally. Picking out a truffle from the box, he popped it into his mouth and licked up the morsel that stained his finger.

“Mmm. I bet this goes great with pussy,” he commented with a sly smirk.

Fuck. Zainab’s throat went dry and her body instantly flooded with heat, despite having been thoroughly fucked just minutes ago. “You might be right,” she uttered back.

The capsule finally came to a safe stop on the ground, bringing the ride to an end. Jey and Zainab settled for a few more chocolatey smooches as the pod's doors opened. Expecting to be confronted about their antics by someone in authority, they were relieved when no one approached. The newly-engaged couple walked out hand in hand with big dreamy smiles on their faces, eager to retreat to their far more private hotel suite to continue their raunchy celebrations.

They took the box of chocolates with them…for research purposes, of course.

THE END

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notmuchtoconceal · 8 months ago

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Jacek was looking at Wally.

Jacek didn't know what to say.

- I don't know what to say.

- Give it a minute, lad. It'll come to ya.

Wally's palm lay flat on the back of Jacek's traps. The tips of his fingers dabbed up his neck in patters which may have been splotches, recalling at once the sensation of lysurgic acid dissolving through its tab, in tandem with the measured weaving of the spider's legs.

- Honestly, man? I wanna get really high.

- Nothin you been on in awhile.

- Wanna have a shamanic experience, Wally. Guess I just … don't know, man. It's like my soul needs to trust again. I just… don't really know, bro. Solutions will not present themselves when I have neither the symptom nor the diagnostic, but simply feel the perterbence resisting. The lack which is unrelenting somewhere deep within, yet diffuse throughout my being.

- Do you know who you are? You know who you are inside, Brother Jacek?

- I'm Brother Jacek.

- What's that mean to you? What's it mean to be Brother Jacek from Brother Jacek's perspective?

- Bro…

- Come on, lad. You experience yourself a way. Don't be shy.

- Laika is my bro. Broey is my bro. You're my bro.

- You therefore, are bro to Laika, Broey and I.

- Right. Um… Correct.

- Okay. You're starting from an external perspective and we're working our way back from there. Why you think that is?

- Why you think what is?

- Why you think when I ask you to talk about yourself, you tell me bout Laika, Broey and me?

- I watch Laika.

- You watch Broey and me?

- Watchin you right now. Yeah, Broey too.

- Jacek. What are you thinking?

- That's a question girls ask me. You seem like a girl right now.

- You think my hair is pretty?

- Like how it smacks me when we fuck. Like how your cap flies off. Looks like you do on stage, bro. Fuckin feel the lights on me when we go at it, shit's fuckin smooth and silky.

- When you think of me, in isolation, independent of you, what is it you think about?

- Think about that look on your face. How you always look … not like tired and angry. Sorta... you know. Fed up. Like you got shit to do, and you're gonna do it, but holy fuck are these fuckers gonna make it fuckin rough on you. That's like the main look you have. I'm always kinda weirded out when you're lookin at me, bro, cause you're usually smilin, and I'm like … I don't think I get it? What's Wally doin, I don't know? I, uh… watch you transcribe sometimes, um … when you're not fuckin up the minutes, I'm like holy fuck, no. Bro, stop. Bro, fuck! Yeah, um …

- Yeah? … Um?

- Feel like a dumbass, bro.

- Gets your rocks off when you look like one.

- Do I look like one?

- Gettin my rocks off.

- Fuck, bro.

- C'mere.

Wally's palm ground into the knot at the cap of Jacek's spine.

a w r g h

- Tell me bout you. How you feel, bout yourself, in isolation from your brothers?

- Jacek's not like Brother Jacek.

- In what ways does Jacek differ?

- Jacek don't want friends.

- He not the friendly type?

- The openness of language I feel is its primary duplicity. The poetical quality of the orator or the prose stylist, though invigorating for the contemplation they bring to negative psychic space through careful curation of phrase and aural tone, ultimately splinter individual perception into too fragmentary personal extremes which make direct communication impossible. I feel in my gut and in my heart, and in what prickles my ears and leads my dick, that hard, simple language which locks together like the segments of the spine or the joints of the fingers, communicating known concretes elegantly and sternly, is the highest means of this exquisite art.

- The quality of friendliness, I suppose, is the capacity to invite as well as to give?

- He hunts. He takes. I feel we need an understanding.

- With the ones you raid and pillage?

- Some understand. Most don't.

- You are here with us?

- I don't know how to be apart from my brothers. I know there's more to life than this, but I can't imagine what it must be like, or how I would even go. There's only so many things I can do, only so many people who can tolerate what I am. Feel like I was bred for a limited function, and it's my place simply to repeat that function til I break down and get thrown away. Bred for this, and yet with the capacity for so much more, broken into place, a captive to circumstance, having at least the wisdom to know I am chattel, having the luxury of being beaten, while so much more quiet desperation in gilded cages flutters about aimlessly squawking and shitting, thinking it gives bounty to the earth and music to the ears, all circumstance in this world being falsity.

- What keeps you from despair, Brother Jacek?

- That I know love is the only way, and I have sworn myself to the light.

- So what now then?

- Protect ingrates and serve the unreasonable. This is more just than taking control of them and establishing an alternate order based on truth, strength and virtue. It is seeing what has yet to be seen, and making it anew by making it real.

- Why you think that is?

- No idea. I think ingrates should be slaughtered. I don't like it when people spit on me. I don't like the people I love thinking I'm a monster. I'm tired of being feared and reviled. Tired of … always keeping distance. Always treading the same ground. Going at the same pace.

- Why do you do what you do?

- I don't know.

- What do you want, Jacek.

- I want them to suffer. I want them to be slaughtered. I want them to know all I ever wanted was to love them and belong and protect them, and they spat on me and hit me and treated me like garbage. I want them to know they're the real garbage. I want them to sit there and bare it for years, every agonizing gallon of verbal diarrhea, bootings to their faces, bashings of their skulls against walls. Every futility, every confession, every game designed to lose. I want them totally broken til they're at my feet, begging for forgiveness so I can totally and abjectly reject them. I want them to know how weak they are, having once had my love and my service, they craved the tyrant which would ruin them, and this is what I am now, having my way at last. Finally loving them the way they needed to be loved, I want them to know how stupid they are. Everything could have been so much better, but this is what they wanted, all but begged for.

- You can't love people if that's what you really think of em.

- That's not what I thought when I first tried to love em.

- I know. It's not fair.

- It hurts, Wally. It hurts so much, but it can't. It can't hurt. There's no wound.

- You're all wound.

- I can't move. If I'm not already moving, I can't move.

- Hush, boy. You're here with me now.

- Wally.

- Jacek.

- What do I do when I wanna cry, bro?

- Whatever, it would seem, would lend itself appropriately to the situation, brother.

- You wanna lick em up, bro?

- As pearls out a clam? Each savory drop?

- Look me in the eye, bro. Get close. Lemme smell your breath. Lemme feel your tongue wet against my face, leaving a streak in opposition to what meager libation I pour out.

- Sweet of you. A tribute, for me?

- You make me so happy sometimes, I wanna give you everything, but I don't feel I have anything worth giving or anything in particular which would be of interest.

- You interest me plenty.

- Having only myself to give, I'll run out not after long.

- Ration well. Savor the flavor, gram always said.

- Just a bump to keep you goin?

- Fill up a cane with sugar. Two cracks to a step, Yacky.

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marinerainbow · 1 year ago

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I can just imagine Poppy phoning Smartass either at work or on a public phone and it's like he goes from "EVERYBODY SHUT UP, I'M ON DA TELEPHONE!" before going into the softest "hey baby-doll what's the woyrd?"

Kitty: ...

Smartass: Uh huh...

Kitty: ...

Smartass: Ya caught a mantis? Dat's somethin'. You interrogate 'im foist? Heh heh, ya know I'm joking honey...sure I got time for dinner tonight we're goin' to Nucky's....Oh so ya are wearin' the dress, whaddaya tryin' to do to me...*changes his tone* Greasy you better not be on the line!

*phone gets put down in the other room*

Smartass: Anyway I gotta go, the Mighty Mouse paperwoyrk came up again *drops his voice to a low whisper* Yeah Yeah Yeah I love ya too...okay see ya later.

Kitty: *gives small smile*

Smartass: *straightens his tie and goes back to his tough demeanour* What are you smilin' for? You finished helpin' Wheezy yet?

Kitty: Already done though I had to open a window. It's like a Michael Jackson music video in there.

Smartass: A who?

Kitty: Nevermind. How is Poppy?

Smartass: I don't discuss private business in the office.

Kitty: ...I want to thank you.

Smartass: *sigh* What for?

Kitty: For being so sweet with her.

Smartass: *drags a hand down his face* You're gonna kill me Kit-Kat, I'll end up with that disease...whacha call it...Diatribes."

Kitty: Diabetes.

Smartass: ...Gesundteit.

@wicked1will0sparkles please you must look at this!

Omg omg I love this so much!!! Yes. This is canon in the Smarty-Pop timeline. Poppy calls her boyfriend when he's at work, both to check up on him, making sure he's not too stressed or anything, and also to tell him that she loves him ^^ and of course telling him things she gets so excited about. Like the mantis!

Ok- actually, here. Here's Poppy's side of the conversation.

Poppy: *perks up when the phone picks up, pulls phone away from ear when she hears Smartass' screech*

Poppy: *presses phone back to her ear, before blushing and giggling at the pet name* Oh, nothing much... I found a mantis on my windowsill today, though! A really big one too!

Poppy: ... *rolls her eyes while smiling* Oh, you and your interrogations... Oh! Before I forget; if you're not too busy, do you want to get dinner together? Tonight?

Poppy: ... Oh! Nucky's?? That place is so nice! *pauses* It's a good thing I put on the dress you got me. The one you like~♡

Poppy: *giggles and tucks her hair back* What do you mean? I- *hears the other line being put down* ... Well! Honey; how are you doing?

Poppy: ... That case again? Oh, I hope it gets settled soon. I don't want you guys stressing yourselves out. But yeah, I'll let you go. I love you!

Poppy: ... *squeaks happily* See you tonight! ^^

Poppy: *hangs up before sighing dreamily* I love that man.

Girls so in love, she had to say it twice

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teeresaresa · 2 years ago

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Unh uh 😩 Riki and his lil bid for a boy cousin 😩 why is kids really like this ?

Awwww 🥹 when Njadaka told Tchalla bout Jobu. They were really his babies. Ugh! He probably smilin’ from ear to ear bout Toussaint and at how well the two of them are working together.

Oh lord Steve callin w the beginning of the end 🙄 I hated watchin’ that big nigga collect them stones. This damn snap 🤦🏾‍♀️ got me nervous af !

Chile I am nt shocked by the sexual activities that went down back in the days mmkay ! What I am shocked about is Queen N’Isiqithi Tha Firs considering the sharin’ of thee royal dick ! Cause miss girl was havin’ a damn hissy fit when he asked her to share w Disa bt oh yo lil friends can have a piece ? By all means let’s get it nice and wet together ! YANI !

Cuz like I’m sorry what tf 😀 ?!

And of course Mr Freak Nasty gon be all for it since she already havin feelins bout it. And he prob already know cause the nigga sense everything !

I know this they marriage and errthang Bt how is this any different from the poly shit ? Cause he ain’t in love wit em? Njadaka has grown very mature since becoming king bt at the end of the day he still a nigga. Yu cnt give ‘em too much ! Ijs Yani gurl press on that gas SLLOOWWW aight? 😂

And see this make me think she wasn’t mad all them ch back she jus wanted his sole attention. She just wanted to make sure he still loved her like he said he did! Sis had all of us goin thru it ch after ch ! Him! Disa! Even tha chullen ! Chile anyway. If she like it y’all kno the rest 😌

…had me thinkin she wanted monogamy. Is it really 🥴 Chiiii ! Nt she worried she can’t handle tht Jaguar dick herself ! Gurllllll ! Disa woulda been all the help yu needed Bt let’s move on ! 😭😭😭😭😭 Alright now dnt start tht shit Yani ! Nt when yu frm the island ! Mount that big bicycle n ride bih !

When Queen Mary came to her omg ! I always feel emotions when I read scenes like this because it’s so important to know where you come from, and how you came to be, and who stands behind you because it’s a motivation like no other! Especially as a black woman honey! So beautiful! I wish I could meet an ancestor like that. I woulda been sced as hell at first too tho !

We love a royal entrance! Had Big Nigga too stunned to speak ! On bended knee ! No Boyz II Men ! Purr !

Unt uhhhh ! Not the lil princess gf Vivienne ! Chileeee the world cannot be that small ! And just like boys do, these niggas up here laughin ! Chile I thought he’d run into Renata before he’d run into Viv ! Bt it does make more sense ! I loved her talk w them and her supporting Yani. She won me over for sure.

QUEEN KILLMONGER ! Whew chile he deflee got him a lil weapon as a queen honey ! Mububu was actual scum. Bt she was a great distraction and handled herself very well. She said yu wanna die in front of all these people? Dnt play w HER ! W THE VINTAGE CLAWS !? YAS !

DON’T THINK SHE JUST HIS LITTLE WIFEEE ! BOW DOWN BITCH or wateva Beyonce be sayin ! Lisssennn he nt playin bout her and she ain’t playin bout him okey ! Bt his reaction in the elevator was hilarious cause he was like wait nah …Bt I like that 😂

We love a family man wanting to come home to his kids and his queen 🥰 it’s cute I must say

And like I said ! Miss Yani was second guessin’ that royal dck shit when it was happenin’ bt of course he got it out of her ! I really dnt see that lady in waiting shit happenin as a regular thing. I think she just like the idea of it because her ass been sittin up watchin’ videos of his ass w randoms and now he like her personal porn star 😭 IJS THE SHIT MIGHT BACKFIRE ON HER

“Black Boys Bloom Thorns First: Volume 4, Chapter 73″

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“They say she get it from her Mama…

I put that on my own mama, on my hood I look fly, I look good You can’t touch my bag, wish you could I look fly, I look too good Put that on my own mama, on my hood…”

Victoria Monet – “On My Mama”

T'Challa lifted his newborn son from his fluffy pram blanket and gently burped him near the wall-sized window of the Sun Room. Nakia fed the baby constantly and after only a week of being alive, Toussaint was fatter and his belly became a round ball that his father liked to tickle.

The deep rich melanin had evened out across his son’s body and looking down at the tiny face, T'Challa witnessed a mirror, a version of himself that depended on a family to raise him up the right way. He kissed Toussaint’s forehead, then rocked him quietly.

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starlessea · 4 years ago

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"Don’t Cry”

A/N This started off as a drabble, but I got carried away and it turned into a one-shot. I’m really happy with how this one turned out! Based on number #39 from this prompt list for @phoenixblack89

Summary: Daryl hates seeing your tears. He’d much rather see you smiling, instead.

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Atlanta High School.

You’d graduated a long while back — so long ago now that you’d forgotten the feeling of walking its halls, and having your shoes squeak against the cheap wooden planks.

You could see the rows of lockers you’d chatted by daily, and the one in particular where you’d shared your first kiss with a boy whose name you couldn’t remember. The doors of the classrooms seemed familiar, as did the posters on the walls which were the same as they’d been when you attended — something about washing your hands and remembering to vote for class president.

It was as though time stood still.

And, in this very moment, there was nothing you wished for more.

Daryl’s hand was warm on your cheek, and his thumb gentle as he drew faint circles over your skin. You leaned into his touch, the same way you’d done with that boy against your locker — not even a few feet away.

But this was different.

This was Daryl.

Your lips quivered, trembling like a leaf stuck in the wind. Your hands felt numb as they pressed against him, so hard that you thought they would bruise. But all you could hear were those damn lockers — their doors slamming open and closed as they caught in the draft.

Like a sarcastic fucking applause.

Daryl tilted your head up, gently guiding your gaze from his collar to his face, where your eyes caught his. And your breath died in your throat, before bubbling into a sob that rang out in the air like the Atlanta High School bell.

He was smiling.

“Don’t cry,” he said — in the most calm, accepting tone you’d ever heard a person speak. It lacked all of his usual bite, the gruffness you’d come to know and associate with the man.

It sounded foreign.

Maybe that was why, despite his words, the tears poured over anyway, and settled on your cheeks where he swiped them away with a flick of his thumb.

“I wan’-” he started, but paused for a second to grimace from the pain. “I wanna remember ya smilin’.”

You choked on another watery cry, shaking your head away from his gentle hold, as you returned your focus to his wound.

The bite on his collarbone was deep, gushing blood quicker than you could soak it up with the tattered remnants of your jacket. His skin was a stark, vermillion red, as were your hands, as was the floor, as were those fucking lockers where you’d smeared his blood as you tried to carry him to safety.

Everything was red, red, red.

You pressed more firmly, soaking it up with fluttering hands that burnt from the sheer heat of his skin. He felt like a match having been set alight — burning brilliantly beneath your palms as you tried your best to quell the flames.

Daryl rested his hand over yours, engulfing it. “Listen to me, ” he rasped — and you panicked at how much more weak his voice was sounding — “there’s flares in my rucksack.”

He glanced over your shoulder, at the abandoned bag sitting near your feet. It was stuffed with supplies from the school — all of which were now completely useless, and nowhere near worth his goddamn life.

Sweat beaded on his skin, and collected in the dips of his collar — like little pools of salt water.

He squeezed your hand. “Ya gotta get to the roof an’ flag down Rick,” he told you, his smile dropping from his face as he became much more serious. “He’ll come for ya.”

Your hands stilled over the wound for a second, easing their pressure as you took in the man’s words. Then he flashed those eyes at you, which begged for you not to argue.

But you did.

You kicked out your leg behind you, sending that backpack sliding across those cheap wooden planks, and making it thud against a locker. You didn’t need the flares.

You just needed Daryl.

“I can’t-” you yelled, but your voice split, and the man quickly hushed you before it got too loud. After all, the dead had you surrounded. “I’m not leaving you behind,” you spluttered.

Your tone was frantic, panicked, desperate.

You could feel his heartbeat pounding underneath your palms, where you pressed down against it. It was as though you held his heart in your hands — and he’d probably argue that you always had.

Daryl shook his head smally, careful not to disturb the bite further. “An’ ya can’t take me with ya,” he replied.

No, you thought, you would carry him out if it killed you, you would fight your way through, and get him to the infirmary, and you could-

“I ain’t gonna make it, baby girl,” he whispered, “‘m sorry.”

And you broke.

Suddenly, you were aware of the flickering overhead lights that made his skin look so clammy, so sickly. You were conscious of the blood smear trail he’d left behind — that vibrant scarlet which reminded you of a burning sunset — and the pounding at the doors, and the feet squeaking on those floorboards like the lunchtime rush between classes.

“You will!” you yelled, not at all caring about how loud you’d gotten. “You have to, Daryl,” you cried, pleadingly.

His hand felt so warm that it made yours seem cold. It felt like you were the one dying — your heart shattering each time he took a wheezed breath, or flinched in pain.

“How am I-” you asked, but by now your voice had tapered off to a mere whisper. You shook your head. There was no question about it. “I can’t go on without you,” you told him.

You could hear the blood rushing to your ears as your breaths got away from you — too shallow and too sparse. Daryl looked worse each passing minute, his olive skin now a translucent grey.

He took both of your hands in his, making you drop your jacket, as blood seeped through the material of his shirt. You tried to fight against him, eyeing the trail of red as it ran along his collar like a stream, but he kept a hold of your wrists firmly — with the little strength he had left.

“Ya can,” he growled — the grit to his voice causing you to instantly still — “an’ ya will.”

And he flashed those eyes at you again, but this time they had his usual spark behind them.

“Yer the damn strongest woman I e’er met,” he went on, letting his grip loosen on your wrists ever so slightly, “‘m jus’ happy a dumb ol’ redneck like me got to spend a couple good years with ya.”

Then, he smiled.

“It was fun.”

He let your hands drop out of his, no longer having any fight left. But instead, you used them to clamber onto his lap, wrapping them around his torso as you buried your head deep into his chest — his warm, red chest.

“Please don’t talk like that!” you cried, your words muffled by his clothes and lost to his skin.“I’m not going anywhere! I want to stay with you-”

“Nah, that ain’t happenin’,” he snapped — but his hand remained light on your head, gently stroking your hair in his attempts to calm you. “I swear to god, I’ll haunt yer ass if ya dare pull somethin’ tha’ stupid.”

But you grabbed onto his shirt until your knuckles flashed white, bunching up the material in your fists like you couldn’t bear to part with it. It smelt like him — underneath the coppery scent of fresh blood.

Slowly, he tried to coax you out, but you could feel the way his hands shook, and it only made everything worse. Those hands had always been strong — had always been the ones to pick you up and set you back on your feet every time you fell.

“Look a’ me,” he pleaded, his voice croaky. He tilted your chin up again, in the same way he did every time he went to kiss you — and it made your heart hurt, because no kiss followed. “C’mon now, don’ cry,” he whispered, his breath much too hot against your skin, “‘m here.”

“But you won’t be,” you wailed, the words startling you as they crept out from your mouth.

You hadn’t wanted to admit them.

“But I am now,” Daryl replied, just as quick. “So please jus’ smile for me, would ya?”

His hand fell down to your waist, before rubbing small circles in the small of your back — just how he did every morning to wake you up.

You couldn’t do it, but you needed to do it.

For Daryl.

You uncurled yourself from his chest, and wiped away the fresh tears with your shirt, blinking away the rest. You moved in his lap until you were face to face, trying not to catch a glimpse of his wound which continued to pour red.

Then, you finally smiled back at him.

It was wobbly, and forced, but it was wide — and full of love.

“Atta girl,” he choked back, his voice breaking for the first time.

You couldn’t tell whether his glassy eyes were from the fever, or the pain, or from you, but you bit your lip either way.

Don’t cry, you told yourself, and watched as he did.

“Yer so goddamn beautiful,” he mumbled, raising his thumb to the corner of your lips. It was as callous as always, but at this moment it only felt soft. “I was one lucky son o’ a bitch,” he declared, with a warm smile.

You raised your hands in return, cupping his face and feeling his beard tickle over your palms — thinking back to the times you complained at how unkempt it was. His forehead dropped down onto yours, and the heat from his skin radiated outwards, setting you ablaze as you touched.

“I love you, Dixon,” you confessed, as though it were the first time and not the last. “Now and always.”

The overhead lights hummed as they flickered like camera flashes, and the pounding at the door became more incessant.

So, you drowned everything out with a press of your lips to his — as Daryl tilted your head up in the way he always did, and gave you one final kiss which tasted like seasalt and copper. It was underneath the locker where you’d had your first kiss, but now it marked your last one with the man you loved most in this world.

“Me too,” Daryl whispered, as you broke apart. He glanced over your shoulder once again, at the discarded backpack across the hall. “Now get outta here before they break through.”

You stumbled to your feet violently, needing a strong, stark shock to actually be enough to pull you away from the man for good.

And you didn’t look back.

You couldn’t. If you so much as caught a glimpse of those angel wings or heard as little as a breath escape his mouth, you wouldn’t have left.

And that would’ve killed Daryl in more ways than one.

So, you retrieved the backpack, and opened the fire escape door a few feet away, before slipping behind it, and sliding down to your knees.

The concrete cut your skin open, and once again you were confronted with red.

A cry escaped you, which morphed into a wail as you clutched your chest and tried to fix the bleeding happening inside it — the red that you couldn’t see.

But a shout startled you, and ceased your sobs as soon as they sounded.

“Don’ cry!” Daryl’s voice yelled, muffled by the metal door but still strong, and guttural, and fierce. “I can hear ya!”

So, you picked yourself back up, and set yourself on your feet in the same way he’d taught you how — and you ran for the roof, flare in hand.

Atlanta High School always had the best rooftop view.

The sunset stretched out in the distance, one of brilliant vermillion, and warm, copper orange. The balcony was the same as you remembered, with high metal railings to keep students from jumping, or getting too close to that view.

This roof had been the place where you’d yelled about hating this place, this town, this state — and had cried out to the sky about wishing to anywhere but here.

But now you didn’t want to leave.

Because your everything was right here.

You held the flare in your hand, wondering what colours it would burst and illuminate the sky — whilst praying it would be anything other than red.

You let off the flare, and a single gunshot followed.

End.

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justafairytailofinnocence · 3 years ago

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I have another Harry Potter headcanon feel free to request from the other fandoms🌹

How he comforts you💝

Harry potter:

-you were walking back to the corridors tired and sleepy. That was until you got flack from the slytherins pansy and her crew gave you a hard time so that made you a little low. Harry saw you noticing you looked more tired then usual. "Oi y/n is everything alright" he asks as you turn away. You didn't feel like confronting Harry now. You were mad from pansy and Draco making fun of you. "No Harry not now..." Before the boy came up close to you pulling you into a hug. "oi it's hard ain't it sometimes life gets in the way...Merlin I have to deal with a lot" he smiles. "but sometimes it's alright to feel down at times I know let's go get you some tea". You couldn't help but tear up and start to sniff in his arms. "There cruel Harry So...cruel" before he holds you closer. "I'll always be here for you y/n good or bad". You didn't say anything but hold eachother in silence.

Ron Weasley:

- Ron was sitting in the common rooms. He was talking Hermione and Harry when he notices you looking different. "Hey y/n join us" you have end up ignoring them and walking away wiping your tears. "is she alright" Hermione asks. Ron shrugs "don know" before she snaps "you should at least check on her" Ron sighs "alright fine". Ron walks to find you he asks "hey everyfing alright" before you turn "yeah just insults" he holds your hand "let me guess Draco and his gang called you a mudblood" you nodded. "Don't let him get to you the ferret barely knows how to fight" before you turn laughing. "yeah I remember Hermione punching him" Ron smiles "yeah it was funny come on I'll wif ya to class" he offers a hand.

Fred Weasley:

- you were walking to class when all of a sudden you didn't feel comfortable. Fred noticed your face looking down. You looked as if you were bottling up your emotions. "Fred I'm not in the mood for jokes right now" before he comes closer with a smile. "oi wheres me smilin y/n" he caressed your face. Your tears came down "I just can't take it-" as Fred smiles and holds you close "I got ya a gift it's some roses that spread your favorite scent" you grab them smelling your favourite place. You hug him "there so beautiful Fred" he smiles "yeah when I graduate where gonna be making a prank store your gonna be the owner" you smiled "I love that".

George Weasley:

- he notices you were sad when you entered the classroom all quiet. "oi mate somethings wrong with y/n I might see what's up" you quietly come down to see your friends for comfort. George pulls you to the side hugging you and whispering "love whatever is bothering you please tell me eh" he smiled. You didn't say anything but lean into him "it's just one of those days I guess". He whispers "why don't you come by our house we can fix you up some tea". You walk with him about to apparate to his house.

Nievlle Longbottom:

- he noticed you were crying in the garden outside the castle. You were crouching and sniffing. "Everything alright y/n" he approached closer. You didn't say anything "I can't take the insults I can't believe he works here" as you were referring to Snape calling you out to getting distracted. As he sat down with you "I'm afraid of him as well but I got this for you" he gives you a rose. "I like roses they are almost like your beauty" he grabs your hand. "Sometimes if I'm down I like to look at the plants" he smiles and tries to hold your hand. You lean into him quite happy and sit there in the grass caressing his hand. "I love you" he whispers into your ear.

Cedric diggery:

- he notices your looking down and comes over from his friends. "Hey y/n are you alright you seem sad" Cedric whispers. You had tears going down your face. "It was Draco he said some insults to me" you whisper. Cedric smiles "don't worry he won't mess with you again come I'll take you somewhere fun" you smile and take his hand heading to Diagon ally.

Draco malfoy:

- you were crying in the bathroom as you knew his father didn't accept you. You were different and your family didn't surfice to his needs. You knew he couldn't be with you as draco needed permission. You walk out of the bathroom looking puffy. Draco walks up smirking "oi there you-whats wrong y/n" you look up "oh it's nothing only we can't be together". He seemed confused "what but-" you held up a letter "your father doesn't approve of me" Draco shakes his head "well he isn't always kind to people but he can still approve" before you snap "Draco I want to be with you I don't want anyones approval to be with you". Draco held you "I guess so prehaps we at least have mothers-" you shake your head "Draco Malfoy I love you for you" he smiles "I-i love you too y/n I won't leave you even if father doesn't approve " he kisses your lips.

Muaraders era:

Sirius black:

- he notices you walking from the common room. You had tears streaming down your face. Often you hid them but this time the slytherins went to far "I hate them!" You scream. Sirius went up to you ignoring his friends "what's wrong y/n you look miserable" before you smile sadly. "don't worry about it" he holds you "don't worry alright I know what it's like Merlin I used to be alone" you looked up. "My parents kicked me out banished me" he caressed your cheek. "Don't worry your not alone y/n" as he holds you everyone walking by. "Come on let's get revenge on them huh" you nod as he walks with you hand in hand.

Remus Lupin:

- you were crying due to the fact Remus kept pushing you away. You kept trying to come back to him but he normally wouldn't want you to come any closer. As he approached you quietly "what's wrong merlin your crying" before you snap "you I want to love you but pushing me away won't do anything". He shakes his head "I still want to be with you but because of my condition" you snap "I don't care about that I want to love you" as he goes "what if I hurt you-". "Then I will find a way to heal Merlin I love you" as he pulls you in. "I know I'm sorry I shouldn't be any more selfish" as you hug him tightly. "let's go and find a book to read" as you walk with him carefully to the libabry.

James Potter:

- you were crying due to the selfish act you had a crush on Sirius but he was flirting with another girl. He approached you "oi y/n everything alright" before you cry "no I liked Sirius and he doesn't feel the same". He shook his head holding you close "don't worry he won't hurt you again because I like you" you look up "really but I thought Sirius did". He shook his head "don't be silly your a beautiful girl you should be treated right" before you hug him. "I guess I should be thanks potter" you hold him.

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far-out-fan · 3 years ago

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Please please may I have something with Chop and a gender neutral SO who has a shitton of piercings and a handful of tattoos but is, despite their resting bitchface and gruff tone, more often than not a very anxious and gentle person?

Or course! I love this. I couldn’t decide between a short scene or some headcanons so I wrote both! I hope you enjoy!

Headcanons:

- Chop Top is constantly teasing you for being a softie. At first he just thinks it’s funny, because you look and act tough, but then he realizes you secretly like it since so many other people are intimidated by you.

-He goes on and on about how you look like you should be in a band, and often asks you to sing and dance with him no matter how good or bad you are at either.

- He likes to make a big show of asking about your tattoos and what they mean. Sometimes he’ll ask you to give you some of his own, or to take him next time you get one, or to let him give you one. Sometimes he asks all three in the same sentence.

- Sometimes when you’re sleeping, he tries to take your piercings out to try them on. You caught him once and he didn’t seem to understand what was wrong about it.

- He sometimes sulks about not having any body mods until you remind him about his plate, which he thinks is close enough.

- When you’re anxious, he likes to give you control over the music you guys listen to. While you’re listening, he’ll trace your tattoos with his fingers. It keeps him occupied and quiet, and feels pretty nice on your end too.

Mini fic scene:

“W-wooah, is tha-a-at one new? Chop Top traces a finger along the edge of one of your tattoos with an open-mouth grin. With his free hand, he lifts his glasses off his nose for a better look. “That’s w-wild!”

“It’s—“

“Oh wait, ahahah. No, this one, th-this one you got a while b-back rii—iight?”

“I got it wh-“

“Ahh-ah, ahaha. I knew that. Nam didn’t mess me up th-that bad. I j-j-“

“Bobby!” Your voice comes out a little harsher than you mean it to. Chop Top raises an eyebrow and scratches his plate through his wig. It’s late, but the light from his newest lava lamp is giving your room a warm, purple glow.

“W-well don’t just stare at me like that,” he laughs under his breath. “What is it? H-huh?”

“If it was new, why would you be touching it? It could get infected.”

The moment you say this, his face darkens.

“I-infected from, uh,” he laughs nervously, “from me?” He’s still smiling—he hardly ever stops—but now his eyebrows are furrowed, too.

“Oh, no. Not like that. Not you specifically. No one’s supposed to touch a new tattoo, Bobby.”

A spark comes back into his eyes as you say this.

“O-oh!” he smirks. “Y-y-you oughtta start a shop huh? One of your own! You know all about this stuff. You could, uh, g-give people tattoos and piercings like you have! You c-could give me some. Like this one! This one here’s m-my faaave.” He points to your most recent piercing, and then to the same spot on himself.

“I don’t know,” you blush. He’s always so easily impressed.

“Y-you’re not half as rough a-as you think you are, y-you know that? I coulda got y-you easy”

“Huh?” The hot feeling in your cheeks and on the tips of your ears spreads to the rest of your face. You know he meant that last bit to be sweet, but the look in his eye still makes your heart skip.

“Sittin there not smilin. Lookin’ all ‘he-ey d-don’t mess with me.’” He scoots closer next to you on the bed. The record that was playing has stopped, so only ambient crackling disrupts the silence. “Makes me w-waaanna mess with you,” he winks. You feel a lump in your throat as you glance between his lips and eyes. He notices you watching and pulls you closer. “T-take a picture huh? Ah, hahah. It’ll, uh, it’ll last longer,” he quips.

“You know not to mess with me,” you shoot back.

“W-well yeah but, but that ain’t cuz I’m scared of ya. You’re a softie yknow? A-a-and I don’t mean that bad. No,” he chuckles. “Yo-you're like one this real mellow album I knicked offa that one guy. R-reeeal heavy cover art but then the music was all wind-in-the-trees and kumbaya and peace and love and a-a-all that,” he chuckles.

Before you can respond, he’s moved on—rambling about the album. Sometimes when he does this you let yourself zone out, but this time you know that in some ways, he’s talking about you too. So, you lay your head down on his shoulder and listen to his accidental professions of love.

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paterson-blue · 4 years ago

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Honey, You're Familiar (Like My Mirror Years Ago); Part 4

Part 4: The Night

Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3 I Part 4 I Part 5

Summary: Evening turns to night; the date continues.

Word Count: 4,045

Warnings: it's smut y'all. smoochin', sorta titty worship, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), protected PIV sex, dirty talk if ya squint?, teeth rotting fluff, original female character–let me know if I need to add anything else!

A/N: Resident beta reader @paper-n-ashes back at it again saving my ass. I'm your biggest fan!!!

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“I’d like that.”

It’s all the permission Clyde needs to work off his boots, kickin’ them away before haulin’ himself up. His knees are a little wobbly and he pauses for a moment, makin’ sure his legs aren’ gonna give out the second he takes a step. Juniper leans into him, pressin’ a gentle kiss to his pec, right above his heart. Clyde has to force himself not to grab ‘er an’ kiss ‘er again; they’d never make it to the bedroom if he did.

Juniper makes herself right at home on his bed, layin’ back on the soft duvet and pressin’ her face into one a’ his pillows. Clyde’s heart is in his throat as he peels off his socks and shoves his jeans down. He keeps his boxers on, havin’ tucked himself away—he wasn’ sure if she wanted him naked or not. Even after the blowjob, he didn’ want her to feel like he was expectin’ anythin’.

“Do you—I mean, do y’think that I—“ Clyde tries to get out, flushin’ up to his ears. He rubs his hand over his chest anxiously, clearin’ his throat when she sits up to look inquisitively at him. He takes a breath, forcin’ himself to just ask. “Do’y’thinkIcouldtasteyou?”

Juniper blinks, starin’ at him like she’s tryin’ t’figure out what he’s just blurted out. Clyde steps closer to the bed, brows pinched up, chewin’ on his bottom lip. But then Juniper’s eyes are widenin’, and she’s noddin’ at him quickly. “Yes. Yes, fuck, Clyde, of course you can.”

Honest to god butterflies erupt in Clyde’s stomach, hearin’ how eager she is for him. He moves to clamber onto the bed but then hesitates for a moment, somethin’ naggin’ him in the back of his mind. He goes back an’ forth with himself briefly, not wantin’ to keep her waitin’, before decidin’ fuck it. If he’s ever gonna be comfortable enough to be like this with anyone, it’ll be her.

“Y’mind f’I take this off, honey?” He taps his prosthetic, voice soft. Juniper nods, sittin’ up on her elbows to watch him. Clyde goes through the motions of takin’ it off, first the actual prosthetic, then the sleeve that goes over his limb. He puts ‘em up carefully on his dresser b’fore rubbin’ his hand over where his skin had been compressed all day. It feels a little sticky, which wasn’ anythin’ unusual--he’s got a little packet a’ wet wipes that he uses to wipe away any grime. He thinks maybe he should be more nervous than he is for Juniper to see him like this. He knows she’d never judge him over it, but it can be a little… strange for someone who ain’ used to it. It was strange for him, too, at first.

Juniper lets him take his time, and soon Clyde is comin’ back to her, hair fallin’ into his face when he crawls up the bed next to her. He props himself up with his left arm so he can splay his large hand over her tummy.

“Hi.” He greets her, smilin’ all bashful.

“Hi.” She answers back, leanin’ up just enough so that she can pull his face to hers. She kisses him slowly, her hand reachin’ for his and pullin’ it up to cover one of her breasts. Clyde groans, gently kneadin’ the cushiony flesh, lovin’ how it felt in his palm. He thinks it’s a little funny—how with everythin’ that changed in his life after comin’ back from Iraq, right here an’ now might be the most he’s ever mourned not havin’ two hands.

Juniper’s whinin’ so pretty into his mouth, rubbin’ her thighs together as she wriggles on the bed—Clyde knows what she wants, knows what he promised her. He pulls his mouth from hers so he can trail his lips up her jaw, takin’ her earlobe between his teeth and tuggin’ just a little before droppin’ it.

“Now, just be patient, darlin’. I’ve gotcha.” He murmurs to her, chucklin’ when she tugs on his shoulder, pullin’ him over her—or tryin’ to. Clyde huffs into her neck, shufflin’ over to pin her under him, lowerin’ his large body t’brush against hers. It’s not all his weight—he doesn’ wanna crush her—but it’s enough to feel her warmth. Juniper sighs happily, runnin’ her fingers through his hair.

“Better.”

Clyde hums in response to her, too busy mouthin’ down her throat to say anythin’ proper. He massages her breast in his hand, kissin’ over her neck and shoulders. Pausin’ at her collarbone he worries her skin between his teeth, lappin’ at it with his tongue to soothe any ache he may have caused. His long nose brushes a trail down her chest, between her cleavage; Clyde buries his face there, inhalin’ deep.

“Wanna see yer tits.” He growls out, overcome with need, his words muffled by her warm skin. Juniper inhales sharply before she’s archin’ up her back, tryin’ t’twist her hands around herself. Clyde chuckles, reaches ‘round, an’ unclasps her bra with one hand, easy as pie. Juniper blinks at him and he shakes his head sheepishly. “It’s kinda a party trick Jimmy taught me in high school. Never thought it’d actually come in handy.”

A small smile starts to pull at Juniper’s lips and then she’s laughin’, tuggin’ her bra off and throwin’ it clear across the room. “You’re somethin’ else, Clyde Logan.”

Clyde’s grinnin’ like a fool, and not just because a’ her words. He’s got her bare chest right there in front a’ him all to himself. As soon as Juniper’s layin’ down flat he’s pressin’ his face back between her breasts, plantin’ a kiss there. “Mmm, soft.” He groans, usin’ his right hand and left forearm to squeeze her tits ‘round his face, rubbing his cheeks into her skin.

Juniper giggles, her chest vibratin’ with it. Clyde feels her hands smooth over his hair and he sighs happily; he thinks he could stay like this forever. But he made her a promise, and he plans to keep it. If everythin’ went right tonight, hopefully he’d be able to come back and suck at her dusky nipples as long as he wanted to.

So he hauls himself up, lungin’ forward t’press another kiss to Juniper’s lips b’fore makin’ his way down her body. He nuzzles his face into her soft stomach, kissin’ every little inch a’ her as he settles between her legs. It takes a little maneuverin’ for both of ‘em, tryin’ to find a way for Clyde to fit. Even with Juniper far up against the headboard his calves hang off the bed at an awkward angle. Finally Clyde huffs, impatient to taste her; he hooks his forearms under her knees and tugs her plumb to the end of the bed. Juniper yelps at him, laughin’, sayin’ “Clyde, what are you doing?”

“It’s my turn t’kneel, darlin’,” he growls, and her eyes go all dark and wide as saucers. He doesn’ even think she’s breathin’ as he kneels between her thighs, his fingers hookin’ round the band of her underwear and tuggin’ until the fabric inches down. Juniper snaps back into motion, helpin’ him shove ‘em past her ass until he can pull ‘em off by himself. He clears his throat as he pushes her legs up and open, lookin’ between ‘em with what he knows is pure longin’ in his eyes.

“I haven’--” he starts, his voice cuttin’ out without his permission. She had such a pretty little pussy, folds already glistenin’ with arousal--she was wet because a’ him. Fuck, his mouth is waterin’ alluva sudden. “--haven’ done this part before.” He wants to admit it to her; wants to warn her, so she can lower her hopes an’ expectations. Juniper reaches out, brushin’ the pads of her fingers against the back a’ his hand.

“You don’t have to, Clyde--”

“I want to.” He says, and even he can hear the desperation in his voice. It's true, he does want to. Shit, he’s been havin’ guilty dreams of doin’ this to her for weeks now. Juniper nods, takin’ him at his word. Clyde shifts, tuggin’ her right leg over his broad shoulder an’ usin’ his forearm to press her other thigh open. Goddamn, he swears he c’n smell her like this.

His breath catches in his throat from pure excitement, and before his nerves c’n get the best of ‘im, he leans down to kiss her right between her legs. Juniper sighs, and Clyde thinks he does the same. He’s got his right arm wrapped ‘round her hip, and he uses his index and ring fingers to spread her pussy open, rubbin’ his long middle finger through her slick folds, makin’ sure to press against her clit. Juniper whines, shiftin’ her hips on the bed.

“Clyde, please.”

She sounded so sweet, askin’ him so politely t’take care a’ her. An’ he will, Clyde swears he will, he’ll give her everythin’ she needs t’feel good. He pulls himself outta his trance, havin’ been watchin’ how easily his digit slipped over her--how fuckin’ big it looked against her pussy, how she clenched when he teased her openin’ with the tip a’ his finger. “Sorry, darlin’. Yer just so pretty down here.” He’s a little sheepish at bein’ caught starin’, and gives her inner thigh a little nuzzle before--finally--settlin’ his mouth on her.

He tries t’mimic the previous slow movement of his finger with his tongue, gettin’ used to the feelin’ of her. She’s a burst a’ tangy sweetness in his mouth and quickly finds himself lappin’ her up greedily, lackin’ any sorta self control. The back of his mind tells him he needs t’slow it down, t’find a rhythm like in all the videos, to at least try t’have some kinda finesse.

But he can’t, he can’t, she’s better than he’s ever imagined. Clyde thinks maybe he must be doin’ somethin’ right, ‘cause Juniper’s whinin’, the fingers of one a’ her small hands tanglin’ in his hair. He rubs his face between her legs, his tongue findin’ her entrance just so he can get more of her honey. He thinks--he hopes--that his beard and mustache will be soaked from her when he’s done.

“C-Clyde, baby, I--c’n you--” Juniper’s voice is all shaky, and Clyde looks up at her from between her legs. She looks absolutely beautiful, chest heavin’ and hair all messy from where she’s been tossin’ her head against the duvet. She swallows hard, lettin’ out a harsh exhale before finishin’. “S-Suck on my clit a little, please.” It’s not a request, it’s a command, and Clyde is more than willin’ to comply.

He shifts his hand, reachin’ to press the fat pad of his thumb against her little bundle of nerves, helpin’ his mouth find it. Then he’s doin’ exactly what she told him to, suckin’ gently like it’s the sweetest candy he’s ever had the pleasure a’ tastin’. Juniper whimpers, whines, breath hitchin’ in her chest. Clyde alternates between suckin’ and flickin’ his tongue over her clit, tryin’ t’remember exactly what he’s seen in videos. His jaw starts t’ache a little but he don’ pay it any mind—he’s gonna keep doin’ this until she tells ‘im t’stop.

When she begs him for his fingers it takes a little more shufflin’ around—Clyde feels fuckin’ dizzy at the sight a’ her holdin’ her own legs open for him so he can free his hand. They make it work, and soon he’s pressin’ his middle finger into her pussy, glidin’ easy for how goddamn wet she is. Clyde fuckin’ groans out loud.

“Yer takin’ me so good, darlin’. Just look at’cha.” He barely recognizes his own voice; it's so gravely. He can’t bring it within himself to care, not when she was so hot and tight around his finger. Fuck, how would she feel ‘round his cock? He shifts on his knees at the thought, and is idly surprised to feel that he’s half-hard again, bobbin’ heavy between his legs.

Juniper clenches hard when he presses in a second finger and curls ‘em up to where he knows she needs ‘em. He might be new at usin’ his mouth, but that wasn’ the case with his fingers. And not t’toot his own horn or nothin’, but Clyde had never received any complaints. He wants to watch her fall apart, but when she does, she’s clutchin’ his face so tightly t’her that he c’n barely breathe.

Clyde doesn’ mind. Shit, how could he, with the way she was shakin’ and cryin’ out his name, pressin’ herself t’him all desperate? He doesn’ think he’s ever felt so wanted—so needed—in his whole life. He stills his fingers in her when she finally relaxes back against the bed, givin’ her pussy little kitten licks. Juniper mewls whenever his tongue catches her clit, over-sensitive; Clyde forces himself to leave it alone and not suck at it again the way he wants to.

He pulls his fingers out gently, stickin’ ‘em in his mouth unabashedly as he crawls back onto the bed. Juniper reaches for him with grabby hands and Clyde slots himself over her, lettin’ her brush her palms over his freckled shoulders. He ruts his cock into the crook of her thigh lazily, nuzzlin’ his nose against her cheek.

“That felt so good, baby.” Juniper’s voice is all thick and raspy, it makes Clyde shiver.

“Yeah?” He can’t help but ask, that little part of him always needin’ praise an’ reassurance. Juniper turns her head, snufflin’ against him until she finds his mouth. They kiss lazily, Clyde blushin’ up to his ears thinkin’ about how surely she c’n taste herself on his tongue. He lets his mind drift, not thinkin’ ‘bout anythin’ but her taste, her touch, her satisfied little breaths.

He’s so caught up that he barely notices one a’ her hands disappearin’ until her little fingertips are tracin’ over the length of his cock. Clyde’s hips twitch, and he wrenches his mouth from hers with a broken sound. Juniper’s got a pleased smile gracin’ her lips as she looks up at him and Clyde pouts. “Please don’ tease me, darlin’.”

Juniper hums in response, leanin’ up just a little to nudge her nose against his. “Well who says I’m teasin’?” She circles over his glans as she speaks, and Clyde grunts, thinkin’ to himself that she’s just provin’ his point. He shudders out a breath, rollin’ his hips once more without bein’ able t’stop it, pressin’ his forehead against hers. His hair’s makin’ a cozy little curtain around their faces an’ he doesn’ brush it away. It makes the next words she says more intimate.

“I—I have some condoms in my purse.”

Clyde pulls back from her, eyes gentle as he looks her over, smilin’ a little. “You came over here jus’ t’seduce me, didn’ you?” Juniper laughs, givin’ his shoulder a smack, and Clyde presses a quick kiss to her lips b’fore speakin’ again, more serious this time. “We don’ have’ta, darlin’.”

He knows his voice sounds strained, but he means what he says. Shit, she’s already given him so much a’ herself, he doesn’ want her t’think he’s expectin’ more. But she gives him a smile, usin’ her free hand to curl some a’ his unruly hair behind one a’ his ears. “I know, Clyde. But I want to, as long as you do, too.”

He huffs out a fond laugh. As long as he wanted to. Course he wanted to. He thinks he might implode jus’ thinkin’ ‘bout it. He sits up on his knees, cock juttin’ out, and brushes his fingers over her thigh gently. “In yer purse, huh?”

She nods, tells him ‘small inner pocket,’ and then Clyde’s clamberin’ off the bed, sayin’ I’ll be right back, y’stay right there ma’am. Her answerin’ giggle makes him smile, and he makes his way through the darkened trailer on instinct, knowin’ exactly which areas squeaked and where he might stub his toe. He thinks maybe he should feel embarrassed; he prob’ly looks so silly, diggin’ his giant paw through her small purse, his cock bobbin’ around with each movement.

The second his fingers come into contact with a couple foil packets he’s grabbin’ ‘em and high-tailin’ it back to the bedroom. He squints at ‘em in the dim light, tryin’ t’find the size that worked best for him. He stops short in the doorway when Juniper comes back into view, his chest feelin’ all warm at the sight of her, naked, layin’ in his bed. She smiles at him, sittin’ up and reachin’ for him; Clyde admires the way her body moves, so soft and easy.

“Found ‘em.” He manages to say, tossin’ the extra packets on his dresser before hurryin’ back to ‘er. He crowds her into the pillows, givin’ her a gentle kiss as she takes the condom from his hand. His heart clenches hard in his chest when she insists on rollin’ it onto his cock; it’s intimate, oddly carin’ in a way he hasn’ felt before. He’s struck by it, his love for her. He can’t say it, not yet—it’s too soon, he knows that—but it doesn’ stop him from feelin’ it.

The way she’s lookin’ at him, Clyde thinks maybe she feels it, too.

They end up wrapped in one another, him propped up over her, her legs ‘round his trim hips. He knows it might not be the most adventurous position but he’d told her that he wanted t’see ‘er, t’be close; had asked her if it was okay. Yes, she’d breathed, lookin’ up at him with stars in ‘er eyes, Yes, Clyde. He doesn’ think he’s ever heard his name said like that b’fore.

The first press into her has Clyde’s breath catchin’ in his throat, has him closin’ his eyes ‘fore Juniper can see ‘em rollin’ back into his head. He’s opened ‘er up but goddamn, she’s still so fuckin’ tight. Juniper clutches at his shoulders, whimpering soft oh, oh, oh’s, clenchin’ on his cock as her little pussy tries t’let him in. Clyde wants t’reassure her, to praise ‘er, t’tell ‘er she’s doin’ so good, but words are escapin’ him.

When he finally slides home, Clyde swears it takes the wind outta him, gaspin’ like he’s been socked in the gut. Juniper wails, her ankles diggin’ into his ass like she’s tryin’ t’get him deeper. It makes Clyde fuckin’ dizzy, her need for him. He takes a moment t’catch his breath, usin’ his forearm t’prop himself up as his hand captures her cheek. “Y’feel so good, Junebug, takin’ my cock so nice. Is it okay for ya, honey? Is it good?”

Juniper nods, mouth hanging open. She works her jaw but it takes a moment to speak; when she does, her voice is all trembly. “S’good, Clyde, f-feels so big. S-so big in me.”

Clyde groans, hips twitchin’. “Yeah?” He asks, movin’ his hand down to press gently on her lower stomach. Juniper moans at the pressure, lookin’ up at him with heavy lids. Clyde swallows hard, rubbin’ little circles into her skin with his thumb. “Yer so beautiful, darlin’. Prettiest lil’ thing I ever saw.” His voice is a rasp as he’s suddenly overcome with the moment between them. Juniper arches against him and Clyde can’t hold it any longer.

He rolls his hips against hers with a grunt, tryin’ t’find a good rhythm for both of ‘em. He knows he won’ last long, not with how sensitive he still is from earlier—even so, he wants this t’be good for her. He manages to find an angle that makes her hitch out a cry against his ear and he doubles down, hunched over her as his pistons his hips.

Her pussy is all he can fuckin’ think about—the way it keeps clenchin’ on his cock is drivin’ him crazy. Hot an’ soft, pullin’ him back in the second he starts t’pull out. Clyde grips Juniper’s hip furiously, holdin’ her down on ‘im. He pulls back just a little to watch her belly an’ tits bounce, pantin’ so hard, he don’ think he’s really gettin’ any air in.

“Fuck.” It’s little more than a growl from his lips, his hips speedin’ up of their own accord. Clyde knows what it means, and he fights for a breath so he can actually say somethin’ she c’n understand. “Touch yerself. Wanna—o-hh, wanna feel you.”

He watches as she slips a hand between her legs, rubbin’ circles on her perfect little clit, her fingertips brushin’ his cock every now and then. Clyde groans deep in his chest, eyes fixed on the apex of her thighs, not knowin’ if he wants to watch her touch herself or watch the way he’s disappearin’ so deep into her. “Tha’s’it, darlin’. So good.” He’s slurrin’ his words a little but he can’t bring himself to care, not when every nerve endin’ on his body feels like it’s on fire.

It’s not long b’fore Juniper starts makin’ little gasps, her fingers flyin’, stomach tensin’. He shifts, hookin’ his forearm ‘round one a’ her thighs and usin’ his hand on her hip to angle himself just right. “Y’gonna cum all over my cock, honey?” He’s breathless when he asks, his dark eyes aflame as he watches her. She nods, mouth open, eyes locked on his; Clyde knows the second she cums he’s a goner.

There’s a second, maybe two, and then Juniper’s pressin’ her head back into the pillows, neck archin’ delicately. Clyde lets out a broken sound as her pussy starts flutter around his cock, suckin’ him impossibly deeper, milkin’ him for all he’s worth. He trembles, curlin’ over her body almost protectively as he cums with her, his hips jerkin’ outta his control. He doesn’ hardly recognize the near-feral sounds he’s makin’; swears he’s never made ‘em before.

He tries to hold himself up on shaky limbs, not wantin’ t’squash her, but then she’s clutchin’ him so close that it don’ make a difference. He presses his face into her hair, pantin’ out strained breaths all hot into her ear. Her hands smooth over his sweaty shoulder blades, tracin’ the shape of ‘em as she comes down from her own high.

It’s quiet then, absent the creakin’ of his bed and the slap of his skin on hers. Clyde basks in it—in her—waitin’ for his heart rate to slow. He knows he’ll be sleepy real soon, ‘specially when he’s so warm and safe in his own space. He swallows a couple times, tryin’ t’get his wits about him. Finally he pulls away, smilin’ when Juniper groans in protest.

Her hands drop from his back to his milky white thighs, rubbin’ over the freckles near his knobby knees. It’s so soft an’ gentle that Clyde think he might cry if he thinks too much ‘bout it. He pulls out of her gently, regretfully, but really not wantin’ to deal with a condom disaster if he didn’. He ties off the offendin’ object, takin’ shaky steps to his bathroom to throw it away and clean himself up. He’s back to the comfort of the bed quickly, but not before grabbin’ a warm, damp washcloth for Juniper.

“That was good.” She sighs, after finishin’ up. “Perfect. You’re perfect.” She tells him, and Clyde feels himself flush despite what they’ve just done. He leans down to drop a kiss to her bare shoulder, lookin’ up at her as he does so. He knows if he denies her words she’ll just scold him till he accepts ‘em, so he simply splays his hand over her stomach, rubbin’ it gently.

“Will y’stay?” He asks timidly, nervous. No one ever stayed—hell, he sure didn’ when it was his choice. And while he doesn’ think Juniper would leave, he doesn’ wanna assume anythin’ of her; or, god forbid, get his hopes up. But his sweet, darlin’ Juniper—she just gives him a little grin, eyes all bright with a post-orgasm glow.

“Well I’m not drivin’ back home after all that. My legs won’t work on the pedals!” She jokes, and Clyde laughs, but he understands all the same as she reaches up to curl some a’ his sweaty hair behind his ear. She wasn’ gonna leave him; she was right where she wanted t’be.

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Return the Flames - Chapter 11

All at Dead Bird Studios knew of Amos' (The Conductor's) ability. How the owl could suddenly erupt into flames if angered enough. When the studio first opened, Dominic (DJ Grooves) was told that Amos had his ability under control. Nothing to worry about. No possible loss of anything from an open flame.

A few years later however, and that control seems to have lessened to a dangerous degree.

It should have just been a simple, week long drive to fix the problem. It really should have been.

Dominic should have asked a lot more questions and should have been prepared for a twist ending.

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Fandom: A Hat in Time Rating: General Audience Relationships/Pairings: The ConductorXDJ Grooves Warnings: Eventual depictions of violence, slow burn relationship, named characters, attempt of an accent, being hunted down, a race against time (sort of).

Author's Note: This was the chapter I've been waiting forever to write. This is what got me to write this story. This deals with backstories for both characters, so I hope you enjoy it!

Amos was not happy with the pounding headache he woke up. Sure, he was honestly used to it. Still doesn’t mean he liked it. He let out a groan, silently berating himself for drinking so much once again, and moved to get up. Only to have something hold him in place. It took a while for his mind to put together that he was pressed against Dominic. The penguin snoring softly, hair a bit of a mess and his sunglasses askew on his face. An arm wrapped around the other director, Amos unable to move away. The owl felt his cheek becoming warmer. Realizing he felt the familiar warmth in his chest growing once again.

“And how are we feeling this morning?”

Further awake and startled into action, Amos was able to break free. Feathers puffing up in embarrassment upon seeing the Elder in the doorway.

“...What happened last night?”

“Ah ah, I asked a question first.”

Amos really did not like this goat.

“I have a peckin’ headache. But ‘m honestly used to that. The flame is back. So, whatever was put in me is gone. And ‘m ready for this whole thin’ ta be over with.”

“That’s a fair assessment. As per your question, you became drunk last night after which you shared a rather… ‘intense’ dance with Dominic. And when you couldn’t support your own weight, you both retreated here. Where I’m going to assume you two just went to sleep.”

Amos groaned, rubbing his forehead. Why did he feel like a teenager being caught by their parents? “Sounds like it was quite the party.”

“You certainly made it one. Now, you made mention that the flame has returned.”

“Aye.”

“Then you two will need to finish the rest of your journey. It will only be a one to two day treck. I would recommend you leave as soon as possible. Your car will remain here and you can retrieve it after you’ve returned to the village. But walking would be best in order for you to avoid unwanted attention.”

Amos sat up further at that. “Do you think they’re here? The agents?”

“I doubt a pursuer who’s done what they have so far would give up at the end of the line. While the jungle will provide coverage, you two will need to move carefully.”

“Right...right…”

“I will have a few packs put together for you. Wake Dominic, you will need to leave soon.”

Amos merely nodded at that. He attempted to wake his companion as soon as they were left alone. The penguin seemed unconcerned at sharing a bed with the owl when he woke up. More upset about supporting his own headache than anything else. It took awhile for them to collect themselves and join the outside world. Bags waiting for them when they finally emerged.

“Just head straight for the mountain. You can’t miss it and there are no natural obstacles in your way. Be careful you two.”

Those were the Elder’s final words before they departed.

The trek was quiet. Amos caught up in his own head to think about conversing with Dominic. It was both a joy and a strange sorrow in the thought that this ordeal was almost over.

He was tired of being chased, being hunted down, being in constant pain. To think it was almost over raised his spirits slightly. Only for it to be stomped back down in fear of what was going to come after. Was he going to survive this? Were he and Dominic an ‘item’, as his daughter liked to say. Were these emotions only being created because of the situation? Did he want it to be real? Was he willing to let someone get close again?

“It’s getting dark.” Dominic’s voice cut through the buzz in Amos’ mind. The owl looked up to see the sky painted in that familiar colors of sunset.

“Uh...yeah, it is…”

“I’m not a huge fan of tromping through the jungle in the dark. We should set up camp.”

The owl’s ears twitched. Looking between the sinking sun and the mountain. It was a lot closer than before, they could honestly make it there before tonight fully arrived if they wanted to. But if Dominic wanted to sleep, Amos wasn’t going to argue.

“Sure… One more night of peace?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

They fell quiet after that. A small, smokeless fire was soon burning away between the two. The sky a deep purple with stars starting to dot the night sky. With how wide and ever expanding space seemed to be out here, Amos was becoming nervous. There was no coverage of a hotel or a hut to keep the night sky away. The constant reminder just hanging over his head.

Letting out a sigh, Amos reached over and dug further into his bag. Another sigh, this time of relief, sounded as he pulled out a familiar fermented fruit. “Maybe the old goat wasn’t too bad. Heads up Dominic.”

The penguin fumbled slightly as he caught the said fruit, voicing his frustration with a deadpan, “Really.”

“One final hurrah.”

Dominic frowned as he watched Amos take a large bite of his own fruit. The penguin let out a soft sigh, deciding the owl may have a point, and took a bite as well. While he was able to hold his own and cut himself off when he needed to, Dominic was soon supporting a flushed face and a drunken owl. Laughing and beaming as he joined the other in singing shanties that they both only knew a few words to. Or that their drunken mind was making them forget the words.

As they belted out the final note, they collapsed onto the ground. Lying head to head as they laughed, slowly calming down as they stared up at the sky. Even with what felt like impending doom was on the horizon, Dominic was happy at that moment. He wasn’t sure how this was going to end. But, at the moment, he just wanted to enjoy the atmosphere. The calm, the quiet, the false peace with the possibly threat being mere steps away from where they lied.

He let out a yawn, feeling himself starting to drift off…

“Ma couldn’t have kids.”

Dominic flinched slightly. He rolled his head to the side to look at Amos. “Pardon?”

“She couldn’t have kids,” Amos repeated, “No matter how many times she tried. Or how badly she wanted it. Nothin’ worked. Married three times. Got the reputation as a bed hopper. ...I think she thought that havin’ a kid would brin’ her some kind of happiness in her life…”

“In a final desperation, she prayed for a higher power to help. And the Celestial Phoenix appeared… She was pregnant the next day. Ostracized the day after. Who ever heard of a God appearing before a divorced and ‘bed warmer’? She told me she didn’t care because she was so happy ta be carryin’ me. Then I was born and… I honestly think I made everythin’ so much worse.”

“Amos…” Dominic frowned, unsure of what he could say.

“Ya can’t look at this ugly mug and tell me this is a solver of problems. I honestly believe I made things worse. I was the demon child created from wedlock with a mother who’s insane. We had to leave the backwash of a town when our house was burnt down. Ma was mentally broken when I was a teenager and only became worse with her age. ‘M pretty sure she was gone before she finally passed away.”

“My wife left when Amelia was born. She...the wife...married me in a sort of novelty. A stab at her stuffy family by havin’ a monstrous thing be her husband instead of nobility. But when Amelia held more of my features then was ‘acceptable’, the wife had to leave. She couldn’t handle it. I raised Amelia the best I could. I was hopeful she could have a happier, easier life than what my childhood was.”

“Only for her husband to leave. Because Amelia fell ill after givin’ birth to all the kids. It was too much responsibility for him. ...She’s always smilin’. I do wonder sometimes how she turned out so perfectly. When she has a...a curse of a father. Because that’s what I am. ‘M a curse. I shouldn’t even be here! Only divine intervention brought this monster into reality. So the laws of nature themselves had to be broken. And all it produced was a cursed, hideous creature that is me. My own body is even tryin’ to tear itself apart. I’ve been tryin’ to destroy myself since I was born and no one is safe. ‘M a walkin’, tickin’ bomb of destruction.”

Dominic swallowed weakly, feeling sick as he watched Amos breakdown. What was he supposed to say? What could he say?

“My father is an ice tycoon.”

Amos slowly looked over to the flushed penguin.

“What?”

“Ah, so… That largest commodity from the Moon is ice.”

“I know that.”

“Right, well, it only comes from three different families. Mine being the top company, run by my father. We’re the typical high brow, snooty people you’d think of. Appearance is everything to us. We have to be as clean as the ice we produce.”

Amos sat up slowly, swaying slightly. “Ya can’t control the creation of ice that closely. It’s ice.”

Letting out a small huff and sitting up as well, Dominic laid his hand out flat, palm up. The owl let out a chirp of shock as a chunk of ice was formed. Resting directly in the center of Dominic’s hand. “We can make our own ice. Quite literally.”

“No peckin’ way… Wait, did ye make that wall of ice before? When those government goons were chasin’ after us?”

“Uh...yeah. I really only intended to make the road slick and trip them up. I was a little on edge at the moment.”

“That was peckin’ amazin’.”

Dominic laughed softly. “It...just comes naturally.”

Amos laughed this time, almost falling back onto the ground if Dominic hadn’t kept him upright. “Peckin’ amazin’... So, yer loaded right? Ice companies make a lot.”

“No… I’m disowned,” Dominic’s feathers puffed at the owl’s raised brow, “Parents weren’t happy that I wanted to become a movie director. I’m the oldest of four and the only male. I was supposed to take over the business. But I made it very clear how I wasn’t interested with it in any way. So, I was given a choice. Join the business or never talk to them again. And...here I am…”

It fell quiet for a moment. Dominic had never told anyone this before. Not even his Moon Penguins knew his full story. They were just aware that the director wasn’t on good terms with his family. But, if Amos was sharing the sacred life’s story, why shouldn’t Dominic?

“I didn’t know ya had siblings.” Amos eventually voiced.

“Well, I didn’t know you were part mystical fire being. So I guess we’re even.” Dominic teased, smiling hearing Amos laugh at that.

“That’s fair. Ta be fair to myself, however, I never thought I would be in a situation like this.”

“We were also never on good speaking terms with each other before either.”

“Aye, another fair point. Did ya ever think how weird it was that we both were given the same studio?”

“Oh absolutely! We really should have gone to the main office to complain about that.”

“But then we would have argued about who would be kicked out first.”

“It would have been you for sure.”

“As peckin’ if!” They shared another laugh at that. Amos eventually leaned over to rest himself against Dominic. The penguin welcomed the contact. “...Tell me about your siblings.”

“Three sisters.”

“Oh, fun.”

“Hey, how do you think I came across this amazing sense of fashion?”

“Thought you were color blind to be honest.”

“How rude.”

Amos chuckled before pushing Dominic gently. “Anyway, three sisters?”

“Abigail is only one year younger than me. We were very close growing up. She had a backbone sturdier than I could ever hope for and stuck up for me when our parents started their ‘talks’. As far as I can tell, she’ll be taking over the business… I hope she’s okay with that.”

“She sounds like a business woman.”

“I think you’d get along with her. Shila’s next. If you think I’m a diva, you need to meet her. If attention wasn’t on her at all times, she would throw an absolute fit. She was actually one of my first actresses. Gave me my first headache too.”

Dominic paused to listen to Amos laugh softly. He really loved that sound. “Last is Bethany. I don’t really remember much of her. She was only two when I left. I do remember she was very quiet. With wide curious eyes. I really hope she was able to keep that curiosity…”

“Abigail made sure to do so, no doubt in my mind. If she was as determined to keep ya safe, ‘m sure that focus went to Bethany as well.”

“I hope so… I hope they’re all okay…”

“‘M sure they are.”

The penguin hummed softly, attention on the large, luminous sphere that was above them. Amos shuffled closer, his chin resting on Dominic’s shoulder. His attention going to the same place. “...Do you miss them?”

“Every day.”

“Have you tried to find them? Talk to them?”

“I think they’re on the Moon still...and I’m not overly fond with contacting that place.”

“Honestly, that’s fair.”

Giving another hum, Dominic reached up and scratched behind Amos’ ear. The owl let out a small chirp as he pressed closer. “...Did you ever think your life would end up like this?”

“I knew I would eventually have to travel here. Another burden to carry because of my birth right. But I wasn’t expected to be hunted down…or the company… I know I don’t say it. In fact, I’ve said the opposite a lot. But…’m glad you came.”

“More of I berated you to let me come because you’re so stubborn.”

Amos laughed. “Ya got me there…”

“...I’m glad I came along as well. I would have been worrying the entire time.”

“I’d probably be dead at this point if you hadn’t come.”

“That’s frightening to think about,” Dominic frowned, wrapping his arm around the other. “Do you think we could call this feud over? I’m...honestly so tired of it.”

“Yeah… ‘m too. It should have ended a long time ago…”

“We’re both just two, old, stubborn fools.”

“Oi, easy on those adjectives.”

“I’m describing both of us. Calm down… How do you think the crew will react?”

“Shocked but absolutely thrilled. I think everyone's more over this than we are.”

Dominic laughed at that. “Yeah, probably. We should make a movie together. After all of this.”

“Ah...kind of a big step.”

“But I think it’s an appropriate one.”

“...Yeah...yeah, I think it is too.”

They fell quiet once more. A warm, happy buzz falling over them. Dominic’s eyes on the dancing fire while Amos’ remained on the Moon. Both falling asleep curled next to each other as the luminous orb traveled over them.

#A Hat In Time #discotrain #the conductor #dj grooves #s-creations #fanfiction #ahit conductor #ahit dj grooves #Multi-Chapter

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sugarbutterbroadway · 5 years ago

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Walking mouth and the case of the littles

“This is killin me Davey!”Jack exclaimed, pacing the empty lodging house. “Racetrack been gone all night and he still ain’t back yet, that ain’t like him”

“He’s spent the night out before, what’s the difference?”He asked. Jack’s jaw almost fell from his face as he gaped at the boy.

“The difference”He spat, “Is that he’s supposed to tell me where he’s going! Instead, he ran like someone lit a fire under his ass!”

Davey’s eyes fluttered towards the ceiling and he took a deep breath. “Lower your voice when you’re talking to me, Jack” He couldn’t see him but he could feel the gears shifting in Jack’s head.

“And what if I don’t?”Jack pressed, “Huh? What’re ya gonna do about it?”

He said nothing and counted back from ten in his head. Jack just wanted a fight, he didn’t have to give in.

“Exactly, ain’t gonna do shit”

But boy was he good at pushing his buttons. He abandoned his countdown at five and instead pulled Jack in by the collar of his shirt. The boy stumbled forward and Davey would have felt bad if he wasn’t fuming.

“Shut. Up.”he said through clenched teeth. Jack squirmed in his grasp but he just held him tighter.

“The walkin mouth is tellin me to shut up?”Jack smirked, “That’s rich”

Any ounce of control Davey had snapped. His hand flew from the collar of Jack’s shirt to his jaw and he gripped it. His blunt nails dug into flesh and he pulled his chin up so the two were eye to eye. His body felt like it was on fire and his hands were trembling a bit but he was furious.

“What the hell Davey—!”

“Shut up!”he snapped. He hummed in satisfaction when Jack reluctantly closed his mouth.

“It’s my turn to speak”He said, chest heaving. “When I say lower your voice with me, you lower your voice. I’m here to help you, I could be at home or at the courtyard at school but I am here. I know you’re scared—hell i’m scared too, but you catching an attitude is not helping anyone. I know your first instinct is to lash out but I can promise you if you pull that shit again that you just did I will walk out that door and never come back. It didn’t feel good Jackie, it really didn’t”

At this point he had loosened his grip on the boys jaw to the point where he was just holding it. And Jack leaned into the touch, matter of fact his whole body leaned against Davey’s and went slack. Davey clicked his teeth and wrapped his arms around Jack’s frame, pulling him as close as their bodies would allow.

“Is this what you needed?”He asked. Jack pulled his face up into the crook of his neck and nodded. They were still for a few moments before Jack let out a quiet sound and his body began to tremble. Davey felt hot tears hit his neck and he frowned.

“Oh Jackie”He said in that soft tone, the one only Jack got to hear, the one he had taken for granted. In response Jack whimpered and balled up his fists in the material of Davey’s shirt.

“ ‘m so scared Davey”Jack whispered, Davey felt him hiccup, “ ‘m so fuckin scared, I just want him to come home”

“I know Jackie, I know”he hushed, “He’s gonna come back”

“I fucked up”Jack said after a few beats. He pulled away quickly and rubbed at his eyes.

“How?”He asked.

“I can’t keep doin this to you”Jack said, “Like you said I-I lash out and I treat you in a way that you shouldn’t be”

“How should I be treated then?”He said, raising a brow. “Humor me Kelly”

“Like you’s the king of New York”Jack said, “You should get flowers and chocolates an-and I should be nicer to you-”

“It sounds like you want me to be your beau”He teased. Jack’s face flushed scarlet and for once he looked bashful.

“I thought you already was”Jack said quietly. Now it was Davey’s turn to blush.

“Oh”He said eloquently.

“I like you Davey”Jack said. “You’s smart, got a good head on your shoulders. You don’t put up with my shit. I like that when I push you push back twice as hard, ya know? You put me in my place”

“Huh”He said, he wanted to say so much more but it was like he couldn’t move his mouth.

“Please say more than that”Jack begged.

“So you like me because I make you treat me with respect?”He said slowly.

“I mean yes but that’s not it!”Jack insisted. “Like you said, you’s here now. Not at the schoolyard,not at home with ya family. You coulda just soaked me earlier but you...you talked to me, you made me understand why i’m wrong. Not many people can do that”

“Okay”Davey said.

“Okay?”He echoed.

“Yeah, okay”He said. He could feel the tips of his ears burning but he wasn’t giving in that easily.

“Can I kiss you?”Jack said, although he looked very confused.

“What’s with the face?”He asked instead.

“I’m um...I’m kinda used to uh…”Jack said, gesturing vaguely.

“You’re used to people swooning for you?”He asked. Jack nodded helplessly.

“It takes a lot to make me swoon Kelly, you’re gonna have to work for it”He said with a wink.

“Y-yeah of course Davey”Jack said. “But um...are we on the same page here?”

Davey decided to take pity on him and grabbed his hand, “C’mere”

Jack shuffled a few steps forward and Davey leaned in. Every fiber in his body was telling him to stop, that he’d never done this before and to think. But to hear Jack gasp and feel his legs go weak was a power rush. He planted his hands firmly on Jack’s waist and tried to match what he was doing. And every teacher that Davey’s had will tell you that he’s a fast learner. Once they had a steady rhythm he pulled Jack’s hips closer and relished in the tiny squeak. Before things could go any further he pulled away and smirked as Jacks lips tried to follow his.

“Yer evil Davey”Jack panted, resting his head on Davey’s chest.

“I like you too you idiot”He said, hoping he didn’t look as rough as his voice sounded. “But you’re not off the hook”

“ ‘m not?”Jack whined. “Why not?”

“You gotta prove you’re gonna treat me with respect”He said, “None of that shit you pulled earlier”

“And how am I gonna do that?”Jack asked.

“Well we skipped a few steps but how about we start with a date?”He said.

“Or I can take you up to my penthouse and show you how sorry I am?”Jack said wiggling his brows.

“Or you can keep your pants on and rejoice in the fact that you’ve got an able left hand”He scoffed.

“A dirty joke from Davey?”Jack said, holding a hand to his chest “Well color me surprised”

“Shut up”He said rolling his eyes and pushing Jack’s shoulders. “Should’ve left after your mouth started going”

“You’s hot when yer angry”Jack said already moving closer.

“Incorrigible”He said shaking his head, but he didn’t push him away this time.

“I got a lot of lost time to make up for”Jack said and brought one of Davey’s hands up to kiss. “Now if you’ll have me we can still go up to my penthouse-”

“Jack-!”

“To talk”Jack said with a smirk, “That’s what people do ain’t it? I won’t touch you Davey, promise. I’m gonna romance you the Jack Kelly way sweetheart, you’ll never know what hit you”

“And he’s back”He said under his breath. “Don’t sweetheart me Kelly, we both know it doesn’t suit me” He wanted to be serious but he couldn’t help but smile at the look of determination on Jack’s face.

“Alright then”Jack said, “I’ll find something that suits then”

“Have fun with that”

“I’m gonna do it!”

“I don’t doubt you Jackie”He chuckled, “Just think of something original, yeah? Nothing that’s been used on your other beaus”

“Ain’t been no other beaus”Jack said, “Just one dame and you Davey, you’s the only one who got close enough, you’s the real deal”

He couldn’t help the gasp that slipped past his lips. Hearing those words made his body run warm and his heart skip a beat or maybe two, was he even breathing?

“I’ve got the walkin mouth speechless”Jack said with a smile, a genuine smile. Davey suddenly had the urge to kiss those smiling lips, but he controlled himself.

“But you...I’ve seen all those people falling at your feet”He said, “you’ve got dames busting out of their corsets for a chance with you”

“Doesn mean I want them Davey”Jack said shaking his head, “I just wanted you”

“You’re a romantic…”he said in awe.

“Took you long enough to find out”Jack said rolling his eyes, “I’m sweet on you Davey, I dunno how many other ways I can say this”

“No no, it’s not you”He said quickly, “it’s just...this is different...I-no one has ever been um… ‘sweet’ on me”

“Well that’s a damn shame because you are beautiful, so damn beautiful”Jack said. Davey wasn’t expecting it but hearing that shocked him to his core. His hands clenched at his side and his body went ridgid.

“Aha that’s the one”Jack said, Davey could hear him smirking. “You like being called beautiful.”

“Shut up”He said pathethically, he felt embarrassed. It was silly to get worked up over something so simple but here he was on the verge of tears because Jack Kelly called him beautiful.

“Hey”Jack said, placing a hand on his cheek. “You don’t gotta be so shy Davey, I’ll call you beautiful ‘til the day I die.”

“But i’m so plain”The words slipped out before he could think about them.

“Ain’t nothin wrong with bein plain”Jack said, “Flowers and birds and buildings and the sky is plain but they’s still beautiful. You got such pretty eyes and yer nose scrunches up when yer thinkin and you bite yer lip when you’s nervous and you look so beautiful when yer smilin-”

“Jack stop it before I cry and it gets awkward for both of us”He choked out.

“Ain’t nothin wrong with cryin”Jack said, “Just means I need to let you know you’s beautiful more often, maybe one day you’ll hear it and you’ll smile instead”

“For someone who’s not good with words you sure know what to say”He said with a sniffle.

“I only know what to say when there’s something worth sayin”Jack said with a shrug. “You make my brain work”

“Your brain works all on its own”He said rolling his eyes. He brought his hand up to cover Jacks and pulled him close until they were nose to nose.

“I think I wanna stay the night”He whispered, “I already brought Les home, my parents’ll just assume i’m here”

“I think I want you to stay too”Jack whispered back, “I’ll be a perfect gentleman Davey, I’ll treat you how you deserve”

“I just wanted to test you”He chuckled. “You treat me fine already”

“But I don’t treat you fine”Jack said, “you told me that, don’t take it back.”

“I won’t then”He said, “I also won’t object to seeing Mr. Jack Kelly act like a gentleman”

“I’ll start right now”Jack said with a cheeky grin. He pulled away and cleared his throat. “Mr. Jacobs, would you do me the absolute honor of letting me hold your hand?”

“Impressive”He said taking his hand, “You used correct grammar and everything”

“I learned that from bein around Medda”Jack said bumping his hip. “I can talk fancy too if that’s what you like”

“I don’t”He said. He took the initiative to continue when Jack raised a brow. “I’m around people who talk fancy all day, I like the way you speak, it’s charming”

“Charming?”Jack said, wiggling his brows, “For sure?”

“For sure”he mimicked and laughed at the surprise on Jacks face. “What, you think I just talk like this? I got an accent too Jackie, ‘m just better a hiding it”

“Dear lord if I wasn’ tryin to be a gentleman we would be up on that penthouse right now”Jack said with wide eyes. “I think that’s the most attractive thing that’s ever come out of your mouth”

“You like it when I talk like you?”He giggled.

“Hell yeah I do Davey”Jack said, “Where’ve you been keepin that?”

“In my back pocket”He said with a wink, “My ma doesn’t like it when we talk like this,neither does the school but it just feels…”

“Right?”Jack said.

“Yeah”He said, “Feels right, just like bein here with you”

“And i’m the romantic”Jack said rolling his eyes.

“It’s not me bein romantic”He said, “Just telling the truth, I like spending time with you”

“And I like spending time with you”Jack said, “Which means, you should be my beau”

“Nope, still gotta earn that”

“Damn it!”Jack said, “really thought I had ya this time”

“Of course you did”he said squeezing his hand, “We really gotta thank Race” “Thank Race?”Jack said, “For what? ‘m gonna kick his ass when he shows up”

“If I didn’t almost hit you for worrying we would have never gotten to this point!”He laughed, “Look at Race being a matchmaker even when he’s not physically here”

“Wait wait, almost hit me?”Jack said, “you were gonna hit me!”

“I was thinking about it”He said, “I was only going to do it if you hit me first”

“I would never hit you!”

“You pushed me into a streetlight yesterday!”

“Well it ain’t my fault you tripped over the curb!”

“Unbelievable”He said, “We just argued and made up and now we’re arguing again, does it ever end?”

“I think that might just be a part of our charm, beautiful”Jack said with a goofy grin.

“Also I was meaning to tell you this earlier but someone had an attitude and wasn’t thinking straight”He said pointedly. “You said our boys have been all over, right?”

Jack nodded.

“But have they been to Brooklyn yet?”

“No”Jack said quickly, “Ain’t no one allowed in Brooklyn except Race-oh”

“Ya see?”He said, “Racetrack is fine. If he’s not here then the only logical place he would be is Brooklyn”

“I still don’t see how him and that Spot is friends”Jack muttered, “ain’t a good bone in that kids body”

“I bet people say that about you too”He said with a smile, “It’s all about perspective Jackie. Who knows? Spot may be sweet to him”

“Spot Conlon?”Jack blanched, “Sweet? I bet he kicks puppies for fun”

“Perspective Jackie, Perspective”

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Race couldn’t help but giggle at the sight in front of him. The big bad King of Brooklyn holding a tiny boy’s hand as they walked back to the lodging. They apparently called him Shadow, he was tiny and quiet and stuck close to Spot from the first moment he got there. He wondered why the Brooklyn lodging took in so many children, it didn’t seem practical. Back in Manhattan the youngest in the lodging was Les—who was now ten—and he only stayed there once a month. This little boy had to about five, it made his heart ache. Far too young to be selling papes, it looked like he still sucks his thumb.

As the day progressed it seems not only Shadow, but all the littles were drawn to Spot. The minute they walked in it felt like he was wading in a sea of children. Instead of brushing them off Spot laughed and hugged each and every one of them individually, there had to be at least ten of them. Race watched in awe as he lowered himself to the floor and the kids did the same. He met Blanco’s eye and he walked over.

“They’re always like this” addressing a question Race hadn’t even asked.

“It’s like an orphanage in here”Race joked, Blanco simply shook his head with a smile.

“Boss has a soft spot for children”He said, “Any kid who needs a place to go usually ends up here. He breaks his back for them honestly, and most of them don’ even know it. He wan’s to keep it that way, ya know? Give ‘em the chance to be kids”

Race felt his heart swell and he couldn’t even doubt the love he felt right now. He waited until the children eventually dispersed and made his way over to Spot.

“Racer! ‘m sorry that took so long-”

“My god i’m so in love with you”he said. Without a word he had pulled Spot down the hallway and pinned him to a wall.

“Race-”

“Wanna marry you Spot”He said, planting a kiss on his neck. “Don know how we’s gonna do it but ‘m gonna marry you. Gonna get us a nice house where no one can bother us and we can adopt all the littles you want-”

“Racer!-”

“We’s gonna have a nice yard—tilt yer head—gonna give you life you want even if i ain’t a dame-”

“Tony!”Spot gasped, pushing at his shoulders. “I ain’t mad about what just happened, but where the hell did that come from?”

Race felt his cheeks heat up and took a deep breath trying to slow his breathing. “You’s just so good with the littles it made me feel funny”

“Funny enough to almost nail me against the wall?”Spot said incredulously.

“Shit”He winced, “I didn’ mean to do that it just...I dunno, I guess it made me realize how much I love you”

“You’s a funny one for sure Racer”Spot said, “remind me not to play patty cake with ‘em or nothin before you do somethin indecent”

“I said I was sorry”He whined, “I ain’t gonna kiss you in front of the kids or nothin”

“You’s strong too”Spot commented, “Didn know you had it in you”

“What?”he asked, tilting his head.

“You dragged me down the hall and pinned me to the wall”Spot said, “Angel, my feet wasn touchin the ground”

“Oh shit!”He cursed. “ ‘m sorry, I just-”

“I ain’t never said I didn’ like it”Spot smirked. “Just be careful and don do it too often. I’m still gone for you but my kids come first, they get jealous when I ain’t payin attention to them”

“Wouldn’ have it any other way”He said nodding dopily, “but I should be gettin back soon, Jack’s probably havin a fit an makin Davey lose his mind”

“I got respect for him”Spot said, “Can’t no one make Jack Kelly shut up like he can”

“Believe me, they both know it”He said, rolling his eyes. “I just wished they get their heads outta their asses and get together all ready”

“You,me and all of New York”Spot said, “I’ll walk back with you, lemme just let Hotshot know that i’m leavin”

Race nodded and waited by the front door. It took Spot a little longer than expected but he emerged with an apple and Shadow trailing behind him.

“Alright let’s go”Spot said. Shadow immediately grabbed onto his hand and they were out the door. A few minutes into the walk Race felt a tiny hand grab onto his, his heart melted as he looked down to see shadow smiling at him. Spot was smiling too.

“He’s the toughest one to crack but, he approves”He said. Race smiled and gently swung his hands urging Spot to do the same. Soon enough shadow was giggling between them as he was lifted and swung back and forth. Race wanted to paint this image in his head forever, it was a sight he could definitely see himself getting used to.

#newsies #broadway #newsies broadway #jack kelly #davey jacobs #racetrack higgins #spot conlon #jack newsies #race newsies #spot newsies #davey newsies #oc Shadow #Blanco oc #Sprace #Javid #first kiss #jack kelly x david jacobs #spot conlon x racetrack higgins #King of manhattan

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gamergirl929 · 5 years ago

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Full Time Wrestler/Part Time Nurse (Becky Lynch x Reader)

Anonymous Request: I dont know if you still take request but could you do something with becky lynch where reader is sick with the flue and becky becomes worried and takes great care of her?? (I was sick myself 3weeks ago and i would love to have becky lynch as my personal nurse 😂😂)

Becky woke in the middle of the night, her brow furrowed as she rubbed her tired eyes unaware monetarily of what it was that woke her.

It’s moments later that she hears the retching coming from the bathroom and slips out of bed.

“Y/N?” She asks again, the sound of hacking assaulting her ears.

“Ye-Yeah.” You growl into the porcelain throne tears streaming down your face at the exertion of throwing up.

“Don’t come in it’s gross.”

Becky completely ignores you, slipping inside to kneel down behind you and hold your hair back.

“It’s okay, let it out.” She whispers as you vomit the contents of your stomach into the commode.

“I’m sorry.” You rasp as you wipe your mouth with a nearby rag, spitting into the water before closing the toilet and flushing.

“Don’t be sorry, yer sick.” She pulls you back against her chest and you sigh.

“Come on, let’s get ya back in bed.”

You’re just getting to your feet when you’re overcome again with nausea again, dropping back down onto the floor and vomiting again.

“Don’t worry, I got ya.” Becky again holds your hair back, her head resting just below the nape of your neck.

“It’s okay, it’ll be okay.”

***

You wake later that morning with a grimace, your throat sore from all of the unpleasantness the night before.

Just as you’re about to get up, the hotel room door swings open and Becky walks in, multiple plastic bags in her hands.

“No, yer stayin in bed.” Becky points at you and you pout, bottom lip trembling.

“Won’t work dis time.”

You sigh leaning back against the headboard.

“That’s my only weapon against you.” You rasp, grimacing at the pain in your throat.

“Looks like yer powerless, now open yer mouth.”

You sigh allowing the Irish woman to stick the thermometer in her had beneath your tongue.

After a few seconds it beeps, Becky looking down at the numbers with a grimace.

“102.3.” She frowns and you groan, cheeks flushing when the woman gently presses her palm against your forehead.

“Yer burnin’ up…” She mumbles, rifling through one of the plastic bags until she finds a bottle of medicine.

“Ya think you can keep anythin’ down?” She asks and you shrug.

“I’m still nauseous.” You frown, Becky nodding sadly.

Your eyes widen when Becky drops the plastic bags on her bed and slips in to yours, shuffling towards you.

“You’ll get sick.” You mumble, but Becky only shakes her head.

“I’ll take my chances.”

Becky pulls you close and you immediately curl into her, burying your face in her neck.

“Try and get some sleep... I know ya didn’t sleep well.”

You mumble tiredly, the Raw Women’s Champion grinning as she holds you close.

“Shhhh. Sleep.”

Becky whispers sweet nothings in your ear until you finally pass out, the warmth of the woman and the feel of her heart beat lulling you to sleep.

Becky’s brown orbs dart around your sleeping facing, grinning when you smile in your sleep, snuggling closer.

The Irishwoman runs her fingers through your hair until she too falls fast asleep.

***

Becky wakes abruptly in the middle of the night when you leap from her arms and run to the bathroom, a hand slapped over your mouth.

The red-haired woman follows after you, pulling your hair back away from your face as she drops down on her knees behind you, whispering softly in your ear as your body retches.

“I hate this.” You croak, shivering when Becky gently kisses the back of your neck.

Becky hands you a glass of water to clean your mouth and you let out a yawn.

“I know ya do, I’m here. I’ve got ya.” She whispers, your eyes fluttering shut as you lean back into her.

You feel yourself drifting off in her arms, the woman happy to carry you to bed. She places you gently on the bed’s surface before slipping under the covers herself, the sleeping woman shuffling towards her, her arms slipping around the Irishwoman.

You whine in your sleep and Becky frowns.

“I’ve got ya Y/N.” She whispers and you sigh, snuggling closer.

Becky soon falls asleep to, the rise and fall of your chest helping her drift off into the land of dreams.

***

You wake first the following morning, grimacing at the thin sheen of sweat covering your body.

You grunt as the pain in your head becomes prominent.

You attempt to shuffle backwards away from the woman, afraid of passing whatever you have to her, but Becky tightens her hold on you, the woman whining loudly.

“No.”

A smile spreads across your face as Becky pulls you back against her, the woman burying her face in your chest.

“But I'm all sweaty...” You mumble, Becky grumbling.

“I don’t care.”

“But you could get sick.”

Becky shakes her head.

“Still don’t care.”

You roll your eyes, your eyelids fluttering.

“Fine, but if you get sick, I’m not taking care of you.” You mumble, and Becky snorts.

“Ya right.”

“You’re right, there's no way I wouldn't take care of you.”

***

Becky frowns, looking down at the thermometer with a sigh.

“101.0.”

You grimace, your bottom lip jutted out.

“Yer getting better, ya just need a little more rest.” Becky cups your cheek, her thumb running along your cheekbone.

You sigh, leaning into her touch.

“Let’s try and get ya to eat somethin.”

You whine, shaking your head, but when Becky leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead you realize you’d do just about anything she’d ask for.

“Let’s try.” She whispers and you nod, your eyes locked with her brown orbs.

“Okay.”

***

You’re surprised and incredibly happy that you were able to keep your dinner down, which meant you were finally able to take the medication you needed.

“Der... Let’s watch somethin’.” Becky whispers as she slips into bed beside you, immediately slipping an arm around you.

You snuggle close, feeling better than you had in the last few days.

“Thank you.” You whisper, Becky turning to you with a small smile.

“I couldn’t just let ya suffer.” She whisper, leaning down, her head resting on yours.

You let out a yawn.

“Sleep Y/N... Ya need it.” She whispers and you nod, nuzzling into her chest.

“I love you Becks...” You whisper, the Irishwoman’s eyes doubling in size. She looks down at you, her cheeks flushed red, grinning when she sees you’re fast asleep.

“I love ya too.”

***

You wake the later with a massive grin, quickly realizing that you’re still buried in Becky’s chest, the woman’s body wash clouding your senses.

You snuggle into her, pulling the woman closer.

“Y/N?”

You sit up with a yawn, quickly realizing that Becky’s tired brown orbs are now on you, her face scrunched up as she digs the heels of her palms into her eyes.

“Yeah?” You whisper, Becky turning to you worriedly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Are ya okay?” She asks and you grin, nodding.

“I am.” Becky smiles.

“Ya think you could take a little more medicine?” She asks and you nod, the woman immediately sipping out of bed to head towards her, Y/N is sick kit.

You lay back, staring up at the ceiling with a massive smile.

“Wat are you smilin at?” She asks and you chuckle.

“I never knew you were a nurse.” You tease, the Raw Women’s Champion rolling her eyes.

“Full time wrestler, part time nurse. Now, take this.” She mumbles and you nod, taking the medicine with a grimace.

“Get back in bed?” You pout and the woman grins.

“Gladly.”

***

A few days later and you’re feeling at nearly 100%, Becky’s doting on you of course hadn’t ceased, and you couldn’t say you were complaining.

“I know yer feelin’ better, but ya can’t just get up and run around. Lay back down.” She pokes you and you smirk, falling back onto the bed.

“Fine, bossy.” You mumble, Becky rolling her eyes as she climbs into bed beside you, burying her face in your chest.

“Ey, you wouldn’t be any better if it wasn’t fer me.” She nudges you with her nose and you grin, your cheeks heating up.

“I know... And I can’t thank you enough...” You whisper, tenderly cupping Becky’s cheek.

The woman’s breath hitches as she pulls back slightly, her brown orbs locking with your Y/E/C ones.

You swallow hard, your eyes flicking to Becky’s lips before they snap back up, locking with her brown orbs.

“Just, thank you, for taking care of me.” You whisper and Becky smiles, sitting up.

Your heart ceases to beat in your chest when you realize Becky’s brown orbs are focused on your lips, and she’s leaning in.

The second your lips brush you’re left breathless, happy to reciprocate the tender, yet passionate kiss.

Your eyes remain closed, even when Becky has pulled back. You frown at the absence of Becky so close to you, but moments later your eyes flash open when the woman decides to spread your legs and climb on top of you.

Becky leans back in, her lips again meeting yours in a gentle kiss.

“Yer welcome.” She whispers against your lips and you grin.

Becky wiggles until her head rests on your chest, her ear just over your racing heart.

“Night Y/N.” She whispers and you grin, wrapping your arms tightly around the woman.

“Night Becky.”

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Alastor Playlist and Soundtrack

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So many people have wondered what Alastor’s human life could’ve been like. There have been fan art, stories and several animations of Alastor when he was a radio host and serial killer. But surely there could be more clues as to what also occurred.

In fact there are, and they could very well be right in front of your eyes…or should I say, your ears.

Behold an official Alastor playlist.

Yes, Vivziepop herself made a playlist for Alastor a while back.

AlBirdVampPrince on YouTube thankfully provided it before it was lost to the web. When I listened to the cheery old time jazz intermingled with the catchy beats, I was instantly teleported into another time. For several moments, I was immersed in Alastor’s world, watching him dance with flapper ladies, exploring the woods, playing a variety of instruments, and yes, his radio show and murders as well. I couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear listening to the songs.

These songs shed a brand new light on a beloved popular character in Hazbin Hotel. Music is a central theme for the show and the personalities of the characters. Just look at Charlie and Alastor. Sometimes, all it takes is music and a song to delve into a character’s head.

Here is a list of sixteen songs that were shown on the list.

1 “Annie: You’re Never Fully Dressed Without A Smile”

Ah yes, the all-too familiar song from the classic Annie musical in 1982. The song is by Peter Marshall. The song was played during the Iodent toothpaste commercial scene. Mr. Warbucks goes on the radio and offers 50,000 dollars to anyone who claimed to be Annie’s parents. The orphan girls later sing it as they listen to the radio. The meaning of the song: no matter how you dress or what social class you come from, happiness is what makes people stand out. The song has been used in many remakes of Annie such as the 1999 and 2014 versions.

This song would be Alastor’s favorite. He even quoted it in the show, saying to Vaggie, “Smile my dear! You know you’re never fully dressed without one!” It is evident that Vivziepop enjoys Annie and many other musicals, hence all the references in the show and her art.

Ever since then, lyrics and music have been used in dozens of fan art and projects. Gabriel C. Brown, the singing voice of Alastor, even did a cover of the song on YouTube. Often times, the lyrics are displayed whenever Alastor’s mother is drawn. A popular theory suggests that Alastor’s mother told him that he was never fully dressed without a smile, as a way of cheering him up during tough times.

In Kathy Prior 42’s Human Alastor backstory, this song would be played as the intro song as fans immediately associate this song with Alastor. Alastor plays this song after every broadcast, the song that keeps him going every day. It would also appear in the ending credits. Alastor’s Creole mother Antoinette Moreau encourages a young Alastor to smile and stand tall when she sings this to him. For Alastor, it’s not just a fun song…it’s something that helps remind him of his mother and what his purpose is.

Lyrics:

(spoken) This is Bert Healy saying…

(singing)

Hey, Hobo Man

Hey Dapper Dan

You’ve both got your style

But brother

You’re never fully dressed

Without a smile

Your clothes may be Beau Brummelly

They stand out a mile

But brother

You’re never fully dressed

Without a smile

Who cares what they’re wearing

On Main Street

Or Saville Row

It’s what you wear from ear to ear

And not from head to toe

That matters

So, Senator

So, Janitor

So long for a while

Remember,

You’re never fully dressed

Without a smile

(Boylan sister)

Ready or not, here he goes

Listen to Bert

Tap his smilin’ toes

(Healy)

(spoken) Ah the lovely Boylan Sisters

(Boylan Sisters)

Doo doodle-oo doo

Doo doo doo doo

Your clothes may be Beau Brummelly

They stand out a mile

But brother

You’re never fully dressed without an

(Connie): S

(Bonnie): M

(Ronnie): I

(Connie): L

(All three): E. Smile darn ya smile.

2 “Smile”

Here we have another song about smiling, but this one has a different tone than the previous one. This song was originally sung by Nat King Cole, charted in 1954, composed by Charlie Chaplin. “Smile’ was used as a soundtrack in the 1936 movie “Modern Times.”

Lyrics of this song are shown on old Alastor Zoophobia art by Vivziepop. The art shows an old version of Alastor wearing a black suit doing a magic trick and singing the first few lines of the song.

In Kathy Prior 42’s Human Alastor backstory, Alastor’s mother sings this song to him after he deals with both bullying from his classmates and the constant abuse from his father. It is a song to remind him that smiling is a sign of strength to get through the hard times. Alastor is stunned to find that his mother smiles through the hits and bruises that his father gives her. Even daily discrimination at work doesn’t stop her from doing it. Alastor takes this lesson to heart and makes it into a life-long habit...even after death. Though he smiles all the time, the burden of hiding his feelings inside is only evident to him. In addition, Alastor sings a lament of this song after his mother’s death via the Spanish Flu and Mimzy’s accidental death by poisoning. The song gives out mixed messages: for while it helped Alastor remain confident throughout his life and afterlife, it also conforms to the masculinity message of “boys and men don’t cry.” Sadness is a natural human emotion and there are times when it cannot be repressed.

Lyrics:

Smile, through your heart is aching

Smile, even though it’s breaking

When there are clouds in the sky

You’ll get by…

If you smile

Through your fear and sorrow

Smile and maybe tomorrow

You’ll see the sun come shining through for you

Light up your face with gladness

Hide every trace of sadness

Although a tear may ever be so near

That’s the time you must keep on trying

Smile, what’s the use of crying

You’ll find that life is worthwhile

If you just smile

That’s the time you must keep on trying

Smile, what’s the use of crying

You’ll find that life is worthwhile

If you just smile

3 “Let’s Misbehave”

Anyone else notice the title on one of the Hazbin Hotel thumbnails of Alastor in static? Yes, it is an actual song. The song was written by Cole Porter in 1927. It was a 1928 hit for Irving Aaronson and his Commanders and has been used in several films.

In “Smiling Man” by MuseValentine, a human Alastor says “Let’s misbehave” to a human Charlie before they make love behind Lucifer’s back.

In Kathy Prior 42’s Alastor Human backstory, Alastor was born in 1896, thus in 1928, he is in his early thirties. Alastor and Mimzy get into trouble, they cuddle in a hotel room and almost have sex. Alastor holds back because he doesn’t want to get intimate with anyone, much to her disbelief and sadness. This was before her death. Alastor berates himself for being so careless and begins to question his own sexuality, (which is perceived as abnormal by society and everyone else).

Lyrics:

We’re all alone

No chaperone

Can get our number

The world’s in slumber

Let’s misbehave

There’s something wild

About you, child

That’s so contagious

Let’s be outrageous

Let’s misbehave

When Adam won Eve’s hand

He wouldn’t stand

For teasin’

He didn’t care about

Those apples out of season

They say the spring

Means just one thing

To little lovebirds

We’re not above birds

Let’s misbehave

If you’d be just so sweet

And only meet

Your fate, dear

‘Twould be the great

Event of nineteen twenty eight

Dear!

Let’s misbehave

Let’s misbehave!

4 “You Rascal You”

This song was sung by Cab Calloway in 1931, published in 1929. The lyrics take the form of threats leveled against a man who runs off with the singer’s wife, after the singer was kind to him.

Alastor’s Human backstory has a couple scenes for this song. The first scene is when Alastor finds out that his father had been sleeping with other women behind his mother’s back. Alastor had tried to reason with his father, but he eventually snapped. Alastor has angry thoughts about killing his father, which he eventually does.

The second scene is less prominent. Although Alastor was not in love with Mimzy, he got possessive when other men tried to flirt with her. One racist horny man goes off with Mimzy leaving Alastor by himself. His good friend had been taken from him, after Alastor had been kind to both of them. So what does he do? Hunts down the man and kills him, of course.

Lyrics:

You sure is a rascal

I’ll be glad when you dead, you rascal you!

When you dead in your grave

No more women will you crave

I’ll be glad when you dead, you rascal you!

I trust you in my home, you rascal you

I trust you in my home

You wouldn’t leave my wife alone

I’ll be glad when you dead, you rascal you!

I fed you since last fall, you rascal you

I fed you since last fall

Then you got your ashes hauled

I’ll be glad when you dead, you rascal you!

You asked my wife to wash your clothes, you rascal you

You asked my wife to wash your clothes

And something else I suppose

I’ll be glad when you dead, you rascal you!

You know you done me wrong, you rascal you

You know you done me wrong

You done stole my wife and gone

I’ll be glad when you dead, you rascal you!

You asked my wife for a meal, you rascal you

You asked my wife for a meal

And something else you tried to steal

I’ll be glad when you dead, you rascal you!

Please don’t let me find you, rascal you

Please don’t let me find you

‘Cause you’ll leave this world behind you

I’ll be glad when you dead, you rascal you!

Ain’t no use to run, you rascal you

Aint no use to run

I done bought a Gatling gun

And you’re still having your fun, you rascal you!

I’m gonna kill you just for fun, you rascal you!

I’m gonna kill you just for fun

The buzzards gonna have you when I’m done

I’ll be glad when you dead, you rascal you!

You done messed with my wife, you rascal you

You done messed with my wife

And I’m gonna take your life

I’ll be glad when you dead, you rascal you!

5 “I ain’t gonna tell nobody”

This song was made in 1923 by Richard M. Jones. King Oliver and his Creole Jazz band recorded it in 1923…it was likely one of the many songs that Alastor heard and enjoyed. One of the songs that inspired him to be a jazz band leader.

6 “The Charleston”

Ah the Charleston, the popular dance style from the 1920s. The dance used in so many fanfictions and art with Alastor and Charlie in it. And the inspiration for the “Charlastor” shipping name for Alastor and Charlie in the fandom. “The Charleston” was by James P. Johnson and it was in the 1923 Broadway show Runnin’ Wild. A melody of it was made by Arthur Gibbs.

In Alastor’s human backstory, Alastor dances the Charleston with Mimzy in 1923 during the Roaring 20s at the peak of his life and career. He later dances with Charlie at the Hazbin Hotel in Hell.

Lyrics:

Carolina, Carolina, at last they’ve got you on the map,

With a new tune, funny blue tune, with a peculiar snap!

You may not be able to buck or wing

Foxtrot, two-step, or even sing

If you’ve not got religion in your feet

You can do this prance and do it neat

Charleston! Charleston! Made in Carolina!

Some dance, some prance,

I’ll say there’s nothing finer than the

Charleston, Charleston, gee how you can shuffle

Every step you do leads to something new

Man, I’m telling you, it’s a lapazoo!

Buck dance, wing dance will be a back number,

But the Charleston, the new Charleston,

That dance is surely a corner

Sometime, you’ll dance it one time,

That dance called Charleston,

Made in South Caroline!

7 “Runnin’ Wild”

The song is by Duke Ellington, and was made in 1922.

In Alastor’s human backstory, this song that Alastor sings describes the fun care-free moments that Alastor had in his youth. The events included feeding alligators in the bayou, exploring the woods, seeing animals and being outside.

The second scene with this song is in 1922 when Alastor gets tired of Mimzy being clingy. Alastor doesn’t love anyone in a romantic way…he had lost the one person he loved many years ago. Due to past trauma, he puts on a persona but doesn’t trust people enough to let them in fully into his life. Not wanting to meet her expectations of being a perfect man, Alastor longs to be himself and be free again. Alastor and Mimzy try to reconcile at a bar, only for her to die later on. Alastor kills people to vent his frustrations. The song is a reflection of Alastor becoming a villain.

Lyrics:

My gal and I, we had a fight

And I’m all by myself

I guess she thinks now that she’s gone

I’ll lay right on the shelf

I’m gonna show her she’s all wrong

No lonesome stuff for me

I won’t sit home, all alone

She’ll soon find that I’m

Runnin’ wild, lost control

Runnin’ wild, mighty bold

Feelin’ gay, reckless too

Care free mind all the time, never blue

Always goin’ don’t know where

Always showin’ I don’t care

Don’t love nobody, it’s not worth while

All alone, runnin’ wild. Runnin’ wild.

When I first met that gal of mine

It seemed just like a dream

But when she thought she had me right

She started acting mean

Like Mary led her little lamb

She led me all the time

Until the worm had to turn

That’s the reason I’m

Runnin’ wild, lost control

Runnin’ wild, mighty bold

Feelin’ gay, reckless too

Care free mind all the time, never blue

Always goin’ don’t know where

Always showin’ I don’t care

Don’t love nobody, it’s not worth while

All alone, runnin’ wild. Runnin’ wild.

No gal will ever make a fool of me

No gal! I mean just what I say

I ain’t the simpleton I used to be

Wonder how I got that way

Once I was full of sentiment, it’s true

But now I got a cruel heart

With all that other foolishness, I’m through

Gonna play the villain part

Runnin’ wild, lost control

Runnin’ wild, mighty bold

Feelin’ gay, reckless too

Care free mind all the time, never blue

Always goin’ don’t know where

Always showin’ I don’t care

Don’t love nobody, it’s not worth while

All alone, runnin’ wild. Runnin’ wild.

8 “I’m Sitting on Top of the World”

A song by Al Jonson in 1928. Alastor would sing this song as he talks about his new rich life as a radio host. He likes the money but he also likes Mimzy and other women.

Lyrics:

I'm sitting on top of the world, I'm rolling along, I'm rolling along. I'm quitting the blues of the world, Just singing a song, Just singing a song. Glory hallelujah, i just phoned the parson, Hey, par, get ready to call.' Just like humpty dumpty, I'm going to fall. I'm sitting on top of the world, Just rolling along, Just rolling along.' Some people have diamonds And beautiful pearls, While others have children, Just kiddies with curls. Keep all of your fortunes, Keep all of your fame, I just found a sweetie Who's changing her name. : I'm sitting on top of the world, Just rolling along, Just rolling along. I'm quitting the blues of the world, Just singing a song, Just singing a song. Glory hallelujah, i just phoned the parson, Hey, par, get ready to call.' Just like humpty dumpty, I'm going to fall. I'm sitting on top of the world, Just rolling along, Just rolling along.' Don't want any millions, I'm getting my share. I've only got one suit, That's all i can wear. A bundle of money won't make you feel gay. A sweet little honey is making me say: I'm sitting on top of the world, Just rolling along, Just rolling along. I'm quitting the blues of the world, Just singing a song, Just singing a song. Glory hallelujah, i just phoned the parson, Hey, par, get ready to call.' Just like humpty dumpty, I'm going to fall. I'm sitting on top of the world, Just rolling along, Just rolling along.

9 “Criminal” (American Horror Story)

This song might reference Alastor’s general life as a criminal...or perhaps Mimzy’s dark thoughts regarding her feelings for Alastor.

Lyrics:

I've been a bad, bad girl I've been careless with a delicate man And its a sad, sad world When a girl will break a boy Just because she can Oh, help me But don't tell me to deny it I've got to cleanse myself of all these lies 'Till I'm good enough for him I got a lot to lose, and I'm bettin' high So I'm beggin' you: Before it ends, just tell me where to begin Ooh, What I need is a good defense 'Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal And I need to redeemed To the one I've sinned against Because he's all I ever knew of love Yeah, What I need is a good defense 'Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal And I need to redeemed To the one I've sinned against Because he's all I ever knew of love

10 “Blood” (My Chemical Romance)

Yes. Vivziepop adores My Chemical Romance. It is obvious from the many MCR songs that she provides to her characters. (“Sing” for Charlie, “Na Na Na” for Cherri Bomb, “Mama” for Angel Dust, etc.) This one called “Blood” undeniably relates to Alastor’s murder and cannibalism activities. (Let’s face it, Vivzie loves musicals so much, Hazbin Hotel is one giant musical, with nearly every character knowing how to sing and play a variety of instruments! Hazbin Logic.)

Lyrics:

Well they encourage your complete cooperation Send you roses when they think you need to smile I can't control myself because I don't know how, And they love me for it honestly, I'll be here for a while

So give them blood, blood, gallons of the stuff Give them all that they can drink and it will never be enough So give them blood, blood, blood Grab a glass because there's going to be a flood

A celebrated man amongst the gurneys They can fix me proper with a bit of luck The doctors and the nurses they adore me so, But it's really quite alarming cause I'm such an awful fuck (oh thank you)

I gave you blood, blood, gallons of the stuff, I gave you all that you can drink and it has never been enough I gave you blood, blood, blood, I'm the kind of human wreckage that you love

11 “Doctor Jazz”

“Doctor Jazz” was made written by Joe King Oliver in 1926 and recorded by Jelly Roll Morton.

This is one of many songs that Alastor sings in his backstory. This song plays when Alastor loses himself in the blissful moments playing trumpets, saxophones and singing onstage. Music and jazz helped Alastor out during hard times of discrimination and him witnessing police brutality against African Americans and disadvantaged individuals. In music, Alastor felt safe, confident, invincible.

Lyrics:

Everybody gets the blues now and then, and don’t know what to do

I’ve had it happen many times to me before and so have you

But those days have gone and past, I found out what to do at last

When I feel down and out, you will hear me shout:

Hello central, give me Doctor Jazz

He’s got what I need, I’ll say he has

When the world goes wrong and I’ve got the blues

He’s the guy who makes me put on both my dancin’ shoes

The more I get, the more I want it soon

I see Doctor Jazz in all my dreams

When I’m in trouble, bounds are mixed

He’s the guy who gets me fixed

Hello central, give me Doctor Jazz

12 “Main Title and Anatomy of a Murder”

The song comes from a 1959 courtroom drama film by Duke Ellington. This song gives off a “sneaky, spy” like vibe, a tension of “who done it,” in the music. This track would play during the mention of the mysterious “Louisiana Lunatic” in the newspapers, plus Alastor’s broadcasts of all the deaths he caused.

13 “God Moves On The Water”

This song is by Billie Willie Johnson in 1929. This song describes the sinking of the Titanic in 1912 (the year of Baxter’s death). It was an event that Alastor wasn’t involved in, but presumably found entertaining like the 1929 Stock Market Crash.

This song could relate to the many hurricane disasters that went on in Alastor’s life in Louisiana but was lucky enough to survive in. The song could also reference the distress and helplessness that people of color, women and other minority groups felt in the clutches of a dominant white society.

Lyrics:

Ah, Lord, ah, Lord Year of nineteen hundred and twelve, April the fourteenth day Great Titanic struck an iceberg, people had to run and pray God moves, moves, God moves, ah, and the people had to run and pray The guards who had been a-watching, asleep 'cause they were tired When they heard the great excitement, then a gunshot was fired God moves, moves, God moves, ah, and the people had to run and pray

Captain Smith gave orders, women and children first Many of the lifeboats piled right up, many were liable to crush God moves on, God moves, God moves, ah, and the people had to run and pray

So many had to leave their happy home, all that they possess Lord Jesus, will you hear us now, help us in our distress God moves, God moves, God moves, ah, people had to run and pray Women had to leave their loving ones, see 'bout their safety When they heard the liner was doomed, hearts did almost break God moves, God moves, God moves, ah, and the people had to run and pray A.G. Smith, mighty man, built a boat that he couldn't understand Named it a name of God in a tin, without a "c", Lord, he pulled it in God moves, ah, God moves, God moves, ah, and the people had to run and pray Well Ah, ah, Lord

14 “Minnie the Moocher”

“Minnie the Moocher” by Cao Calloway is a vocalizing catchy song about a beautiful woman named Minnie. This song could possibly relate to rumors about Mimzy and her famous wealthy life.

Lyrics:

Folks, here's a story 'bout Minnie the Moocher She was a red-hot hoochie-coocher She was the roughest, toughest frail But Minnie had a heart as big as a whale

Hi-dee hi-dee hi-dee hi (hi-dee hi-dee hi-dee hi) Whoa-a-a-a-ah (whoa-a-a-a-ah) Hee-dee-hee-dee-hee-dee-hee (hee-dee-hee-dee-hee-dee-hee) He-e-e-e-e-e-e-y (he-e-e-e-e-e-e-y)

She messed around with a bloke named Smokey She loved him though was cokey He took her down to Chinatown And he showed her how to kick the gong around

Hi-dee hi-dee hi-dee hi (hi-dee hi-dee hi-dee hi) Whoa-a-a-a-ah (whoa-a-a-a-ah) He-e-e-e-e-e-e-y (he-e-e-e-e-e-e-y) Oh-oh-oh-oh (oh-oh-oh-oh)

She had a dream about the King of Sweden He gave her things that she was needin' He gave her a home built of gold and steel A diamond car with a p-la-ti-num wheel

Hi-dee hi-dee hi-dee hi (hi-dee hi-dee hi-dee hi) Ho-dee-ho-dee-ho-dee ho (ho-dee-ho-dee-ho-dee ho) Skip-de-diddly-skip-de-diddly-diddly-oh (skip-de-diddly-skip-de-diddly-diddly-oh) Bour'rrigy-bour'rrigy-bour'rrigy-oh (bour'rrigy-bour'rrigy-bour'rrigy-oh)

He gave her his townhouse and his racing horses Each meal she ate was a dozen courses She had a million dollars worth of nickels and dimes She sat around and counted them all a million times

Hi-dee hi-dee hi-dee hi (hi-dee hi-dee hi-dee hi) Whoa-a-a-a-ah (whoa-a-a-a-ah) He-e-e-e-e-e-e-y (he-e-e-e-e-e-e-y) Whoa-a-a-a-ah (whoa-a-a-a-ah)

Poor Min, poor Min, poor Min

15 “Crazy Rhythm”

This song was made by Whispering Jack Smith in 1928.

Perhaps this song is a reference to Alastor having to put aside his free music playing time at the cost of being a famous radio host. Although, Alastor had risen to fame, his former innocence had been lost.

Lyrics:

I feel like the Emperor Nero when Rome was a very hot town

Father Knickerbocker, forgive me, I play while your city burns down

Through all its night I fiddle away

It’s not the right life but think of the pay

Someday I will bid it goodbye, I’ll put my fiddle away and I’ll say

Crazy rhythm here’s the doorway

I’ll go my way, you’ll go your way

Crazy rhythm from now on we’re through

Here is where we have a showdown

I’m too high-hat, you’re too low-down

Crazy rhythm here’s goodbye to you

They say that when a high-brow meets a low-brow walking along Broadway

Soon the high-brow has no brow

Ain’t it a shame, and you’re to blame

What’s the use of Prohibition (banning alcohol)

You produce the same condition

Crazy rhythm I’ve gone crazy too

Every Greek and each Latin, the Russians and Prussians as well

When they seek the lure of

Manhattan, are sure to come under your spell

Their native folksongs they soon throw away

Those harlem smoke songs they soon learn to play

Can’t you fall for Carnegie Hall

Oh Danny, call it a day and we’ll say

Crazy rhythm here’s the doorway

I’ll go my way, you’ll go your way

Crazy rhythm from now on we’re through

Here is where we have a showdown

I’m too high-hat, you’re too low-down

Crazy rhythm here’s goodbye to you

They say that when a high-brow meets a low-brow walking along Broadway

Soon the high-brow has no brow

Ain’t it a shame, and you’re to blame

What’s the use of Prohibition (banning alcohol)

You produce the same condition

Crazy rhythm I’ve gone crazy too

16 “My Shiny Teeth and Me”

Another smile song, by Nate Wants To Battle, this one about how a guy admires his shiny teeth. A reference to Alastor’s self-centered ego. In sheer irony, Alastor has yellow teeth in Hell. Deer man needs to brush his teeth!

Lyrics:

When I'm feelin' lonely - sad as I can be.. All by my self in an uncharted island in an endless sea.. What makes me happy, fills me up with glee: Those bones in my jaw that don't have a flaw. My shiny teeth and me. My shiny teeth that twinkle just like the stars in space, My shiny teeth that sparkle addin' beauty to my face, My shiny teeth that glisten just like a Christmas tree. You know they'll walk a mile just to see me smile... Woo! My shiny teeth and me! Yes they're all so perfect; so white and pearly. Brush, gargle, rinse - A couple breath mints... My shiny teeth and me! My shiny teeth so awesome, just like your favorite song. My shiny teeth I floss em' so they grow to be real strong. My shiny teeth I love them and they all love me, Why should I talk to you when I got 32! Woo! My shiny teeth and me, My shiny teeth and me! My shiny teeth that twinkle just like the stars in space, My shiny teeth that sparkle addin' beauty to my face, My shiny teeth that glisten just like a Christmas tree. You know they'll walk a mile just to see me smile... Woo! My shiny teeth and me. My shiny teeth and me. My shiny teeth and me!

17 “The Radio Demon”

An official soundtrack in the pilot episode. The circus music that turns dark with organs playing. It plays when Vaggie tells of how Alastor got into power. This song plays after Alastor’s death and during the ending credits in the backstory. It serves as a transition to Alastor arriving in Hell, the next act in the character arc.

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“No. I mean someplace special. Where d'ya always go?" Dean asks desperately.

"Saint & Second?"

"Is that a place for dates?"

"... sure?" Maria hesitantly agrees.

🌕 𝙷𝚎 𝙵𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙼𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚔 🌕 - 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟼

Dean is back to normal, much to Castiel's own happiness. Dean is no longer avoiding him unlike the past weekend, and he seems to be friendlier towards Castiel, more than the usual amount of affection that Dean always gives him for the past decade.

Castiel isn't complaining though.

Castiel is busy helping out Susie in the cafe on that Monday afternoon when suddenly he feels the vibration coming from his apron pocket. He immediately excuses himself to hide at the end of the coffee counter to check his phone.

It's a text message from Dean.

𝙲𝚊𝚜. 𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛?

Castiel chuckles at the adorableness Dean is visibly showing to him. Castiel loves the fact that Dean is embracing his feelings for him more freely, without judging himself for loving a man, yet alone his own best friend. A smile is plastered across Castiel's face. He immediately texts Dean back to answer his invitation. Then, he puts away his phone back into the pocket to resume his work.

Dean has received Castiel's reply.

He turns his upper body around while his lower body is planted on the ground, facing the customer who is picking flowers for her bouquet, to check the received text message.

𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚎. 𝙿𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎.

Dean subconsciously smiles after reading the text before his face scrunches up as it finally dawns on him. Where should we eat today? He tries to come up with a few viable options, but none seem to be an out-of-the-ordinary place for them to eat; not somewhere that they don't normally go. Pizzas, burgers, pastas - they had them too much to last a lifetime, not that Dean is grumbling about it. But today, he wants it a little different. Just to show his appreciation towards his best buddy. His loyal friend. His guardian angel.

He clicks his tongue in desperation which causes his customer to turn and glare at him out of annoyance. Dean quickly apologizes with a sincere smile as he puts away his phone. Then, he remembers something…

"Excuse me for a sec," he says politely to the lady and hurries to the counter where Maria is organizing a bouquet of pink roses. "Maria! Where d'ya normally have lunch with Noel?" he asks.

"Lunch?" Maria is bewildered by Dean's question since he never has asked her for any recommendations since day one he worked here. "At the burger joint down the street?"

"No. I mean someplace special. Where d'ya always go?" Dean asks desperately since he still needs to arrange the meetup location with Castiel soon.

"Saint & Second?"

"Is that a place for dates?"

"... sure?" Maria hesitantly agrees.

Upon hearing that, he quickly takes out his phone and starts typing the name of the restaurant while Maria is watching him with a pair of eagle eyes.

"You do know that it's ten minutes from here, right? Why do you wanna go there?" asks Maria curiously as she continues to stare at Dean who seems to forget that she exists in his space.

"What?" Dean averts his eyes from the phone screen to look back at Maria. Maria playfully cocks her eyebrows and scoffs. "Are you goin' on a date right now?" she asks cheekily . Dean only gives her a sheepish smile before proceeding to help his previous customer who is by now done choosing her flowers.

________

Castiel is waiting right outside the coffee shop patiently as requested by Dean himself earlier.

𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚊 𝚞𝚙. 𝚆𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎.

That's the text message that Castiel got from Dean. Castiel has replied, "We can meet there, Dean. No need to pick me up," but Dean hasn't replied to that yet till now. So, Castiel is left with no choice but to just obey Dean's demand.

And not long afterwards, Castiel sees the black beauty that Dean still calls as Baby to this day comes rolling to the side of the road. Castiel can't help but chuckle silently once the reality of Dean picking him up for a lunch date has finally sunk in in his head. Unbelievable, he says in his heart as he makes his way to the Chevy Impala, shaking his head in amusement.

Dean is smiling broadly from the driver's seat. "Hey, gorgeous."

Castiel snorts, taking his place in the passenger seat and stares back at Dean. "Are you seriously gonna call me that from now on, Dean?" he asks. Dean shrugs nonchalantly and begins to drive off his Baby to their designated location for today's lunch.

________

The ambiance in the restaurant is lively with friends and coworkers chatting with each other while they are enjoying good lunch. Dean is relieved to spot a few couples having lunch earlier while he and Castiel were making their way to their table. Don't get him wrong. Dean feels a lot more confident seeing that not only those who are on a date are eating lunch there; since despite Dean wanted to have a proper lunch date with Castiel, he doesn't think he is ready to actually date Castiel just yet. Because of this, Dean can't stop smiling from ear to ear as he reads the menu.

"May I take your order?" asks the friendly waitress as she smiles at both Dean and Castiel. Dean is more than happy to learn that the restaurant serves American foods instead of weird European dishes. Another thing for him to be grateful of.

"I'll have Western Burger and Common Space Helles Lager," Dean replies with a smile and hands over the menu in his hand to the waitress. She thanks Dean before she turns to look at Castiel who is apparently struggling to make a choice. "What ya havin', Cas?" he asks in order to hasten Castiel a little.

"Maybe… I'll have Fried Chicken Sandwich, and… Alesmith Sublime Mexican Lager," Castiel finally makes his decision, much to Dean's relief. The little waitress thanks him as well, takes the menu from him, and begins to walk away from their table to put in their orders into the system, leaving Castiel and Dean alone at the table.

Castiel glances at Dean to see Dean's reaction of being alone with him in a public place, and Castiel notices that Dean is taking it quite calmly, unlike that other day. At least Dean smiles back at him whenever their eyes meet. He knows that Dean is comfortable in these moments.

Castiel decides to break the ice. "We could've just meet here, Dean. You didn't need to fetch me from the coffee shop."

"What? I thought ya needed a lift."

"You do still remember that I own a car, right?"

Dean glares softly at Castiel. "So?"

Castiel catches a hint of self-defense in Dean's tone. If he knows any better, this is the very tone that tells him to back off and stop arguing with Dean. And this indirectly just helps proven Castiel's own theory: Dean is bringing him over to a nice restaurant for an actual date. Castiel shakes his head and chuckles softly. Castiel finds this too adorable to just give up midway.

"So… it means that you don't have to drive around town just to pick me up when we can just meet here."

And as expected, Dean easily takes the bait. But what Castiel has failed to calculate when he made the move is what he was about to see.

Dean's face changes to bitter in a split second, he's no longer smiling at Castiel, and he avoids making eye contact with Castiel altogether. And Castiel's heart skips a beat.

He has never seen Dean acting all lovable like this ever since he's known Dean. Hell. He's never seen Dean acting this way with Sam or even with Mary. And this new side of Dean is stirring all kinds of reactions in Castiel's brain and heart. He can feel his heart beating so fast that it's almost telling him to cut it out and let it free. Damn… Dean is dangerous…

Castiel immediately clears his throat to cover his elation and smiles warmly at Dean. His eyes silently wander across Dean's face, seeing every feature that elevates Dean's beauty and masculinity simultaneously in the most wondrous ways. Since Castiel is not just a common angel, he sees Dean's elegance in a more meticulous way. In his eyes, Dean glows like a sun, with his freckles mark his face like a constellation in the night sky. Castiel has never told Dean this, but in his eyes, Dean is the most beautiful creature ever created by God; and this is coming from a Seraph who was once an occupant of Heaven. That is the reason why Castiel doesn't mind watching Dean to sleep after all these years. He regards Dean as his own Crux. His personal brilliant night sky.

Dean notices Castiel staring at him with a sheepish smile on his face - and that gets him all riled up. "Whatcha smilin' at, ya son of a bitch?"

Castiel continues to chuckle under his breath without breaking his smile. He casually stares back at Dean and says, "You."

Dean frowns deeply - certainly not amused by Castiel's nonchalant answer when their foods have arrived at their table. Dean gives Castiel another stinky look before he mutters "Bitch" and begins to devour his burger.

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