#yes i will take over theese

[onlyjaeyun]

You asked for Poison!Jay and Jake headcannons, so let me provide.

Poison!Jake is a child of divorce, that's why he reacts so negatively when HeeHoon are fighting. Both his parents remarried and started their own happy families, and neither wanted him, so he was raised by his grandparents. He had a happy childhood, but the whole parents thing hurts, even if he tries to say it doesn't. HeeHoon have helped him in ways his own parents failed, he will never admit it, but he sees them as more his parents than his own parents. He was so quick to make that child of divorce joke since as a child of divorce himself, he hides his pain with humor and tries to make people laugh, since he believes if you are laughing, you can't be sad.

Poison!Jay had an older sister who pretty much raised him. Their parents both always had to work, so she was stuck raising Jay, she made sure he knew how to take care of himself, since she knew she would not always be there for him, which is how he's so good at cooking. He did not have abusive or absent parents, they just had to spend so much time working to pay for everything, he and his sister often times just found it easier to do things themselves. After she left to go to college, he had to pretty much fend for himself for a few years until he was headed off to college as well.

Jake was a popular guy in high school and so when he and Jay became friends people thought it was weird, since Jay was totally like a loner that preferred to be alone; but Jake was just like friendship isn't labels, but then labeled their friendgroup with some stupid name like #TheSexyBois. Jay and Jake are like HeeHoon, they were besties before meeting HeeHoon and all became a big group of friends.

Jake is way more excited than Jay when he finds out y/n and Ning are pregnant, he immediately goes into uncle mode, probably somehow gets an ultrasound photo and will share that he is about to become an uncle with anyone that ask, people then usually go you mean dad, and he's just like nah uncle, HeeHoon would murder me if I nutted in their wives. Jay is more calm about it, doesn't go crazy like Jake, but once the babies come, he's just enamored, like my nieces/nephews. They both spoil all the babies together, until they have their own, then HeeHoon return the favor.

oh this one made me tear up and i actually like these better than my own YOU GUYS ARE INSANE WHY AM I CRYING OVER FICTIONAL BACKSTORIES 😭😭😭😭😭

[godmadeaterribleerror]

I Skip My Pride - No Love Lost Bonus Chapter

Series Masterlist

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Author's Note: What an amazing opportunity to use that gif. Takes place in Chapter 22. Title from Lay All Your Love On Me by ABBA.

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary/Warnings: You share some music with Ben over text. Usual warnings.

Tags: Soldier Boy/Supe!Female Reader, canon divergence, fluff

whjt is empty v 

What? 

annie and mm are talkinng avout empty v. wat is it. Ben frowned at his phone, watching the little bubbles appear and disappear, and added theyre foghting about something calld a reeahna  

The bubbles disappeared for half a second, and then- 

Ask MM how to spell that. 

Ben ahead of him, where MM and Annie were locked in an argument about something that sounded fucking stupid. 

“How the fuck do you spell that.” 

MM twisted, frowning at him. “Spell what.”

“That weird fucking word you said. The reeahna.” 

“Do you,” Annie paused, exchanging a weird fucking look with MM. “Do you mean Rihanna?” 

“Sure. How the fuck do you spell it.” 

Ben listened as Annie sounded every letter out—slowly, like he was fucking stupid���and entered them into the phone carefully. 

rihanna. 

The response was immediate. Jesus fucking Christ, Ben. 

wat 

She’s a singer. And you’re thinking of MTV. 

whats mtv 

MTV was launched in the 80s. You should know what MTV is. 

Ben paused, then typed, cabel channel 

Good work. I’m proud of you. 

shutt up. why is that shit still aroond 

People love music, celebrities, and drama, and MTV provides all three. 

od they still do thw msuic show 

VMAs?  

sure 

Yes, they do.  

music goood 

What???? 

is musac still good 

I’d say it is, but it’s an incredibly subjective medium. 

wat music do u liek tha most 

Ben knew what music She liked. He’d spent hours listening to all her fucking songs, over and over while she was gone. But the variety had almost killed him with whiplash, and he didn’t have the goddamn time to comb through the infinite amount of songs she seemed to enjoy. If She’d just spell out the best ones, he’d memorize them because he loved Her, and not bother with shit that wasn’t necessary.

The little bubbles had started up again, appearing and disappearing for several seconds before- 

Did you listen to the playlist? 

dont knoww how

Do you want help?

He sighed, glancing up at Annie and MM to ensure they wouldn’t reach back and grab his fucking phone from his hand, and looked back down. yes 

Yes… Please? 

dont puush it 

I’m not helping you if you don’t say please, Benjamin. 

Ben scowled at the screen. pleas 

Thank you. Open the app, go to playlists, and hit the one labeled Benjamin Music Education Initiative. 

Ben rolled his eyes, but followed Her instructions, returning to the messages when he was done. now wat 

Listen to the music, dummy.  

i dont know theese songs 

That’s the point. There was a brief pause—Ben was really starting to hate these stupid fucking bubbles—before, There’s four songs per decade you missed. Three that are important for you to know, and one that I like. I also added some more familiar stuff that I thought you’d like, so you don’t listen to Toxic and explode.  

stuf i like 

Hughie said you like Steely Dan, so I went off of that. Ben grinned at the screen, even as the next message came through. Old fucking man music, by the way. You’re not doing yourself any favors in the “I’m not a goddamn dinosaur, Sunshine” department. 

He wasn’t a fucking dinosaur. Normally, Ben would’ve immediately typed that into the phone with a glare, but something in his chest was making him all fucking soft and fucking happy. He loved Her so fucking much, and it was making him a pussy, but Christ, he couldn’t bring himself to give a flying pig’s fuck. He could picture Her perfect face in a mock frown, almost hear Her voice dropped into that dogshit fucking impression of him as he read her words, and he did like Steely Dan. He had absolutely no memory of telling Hughie that, but Ben didn’t really fucking care if he’d mentioned it and forgotten, because now She knew. And She’d added a few of their songs to the stupid playlist, mixed in with a bunch of shit Ben didn’t recognize. 

doo i have to listeen now 

Do you not want to? 

i dont want to stoop talking to u 

There was a pause, and then, You can do both. They aren’t mutually exclusive. 

why 

Because two apps can run at once.  

Ben blinked, and went back to the playlist, hitting the button labeled play and almost dropping his phone as the music blasted through the car. 

“Shit!” MM turned around the glare at Ben as he smashed his thumb onto the screen, trying to stop the guitar splitting filling up the air. “Use fucking headphones, you asshole, not all of us want to listen to Nirvana right now!” 

“Nobody gave me headphone, you dicksack-“ 

“Here,” Annie threw a pair of thin white wires at Ben’s face, shrugging. “Those are my backups, they were like fifteen dollars. You can keep them.” 

Ben scowled at the alleged headphones. “This is fucking string.” 

“Goddammit,” MM muttered, snatching Ben’s phone and the wires from his hand and chucking them back into his lap, now somehow connected together. “You’re welcome, motherfucker. Go back to sulking about your separation anxiety and use those if you want to listen to music.” 

Ben didn’t know how to use them to listen to music. Headphones were big, and they went over your ears. These couldn’t go over fucking shit. 

how do u use wiires as headpones 

What? 

annie gav me string and said to use is to musicc 

Oh. Those are earbuds, you put them in your ears.  

Ben glanced down at the wires. There were little pieces on the end that looked bigger, and could maybe fit in his ears. 

They did. It felt really goddamn weird, but when he shook his head they didn’t fall out, and when he pressed play again it was like the music was being pushed into his brain.  

i got it 

Good work. 

shut the fhck up 

Rude. Do you like the music? 

its ok. loud 

I’ll take okay and loud. I did start with grunge, so it’ll get quieter.  

its not baad. didnt fuckinng expect it tho 

I have so many old man jokes. 

Ben rolled his eyes. brat 

Cunt. Wait until you get to the 2010s, you’re going to hate it. 

He might. Ben didn’t understand half the pop culture shit in the modern world, but She did, and he trusted her. He wasn’t listening to his music for himself, it was all for her. To find out what fucking music she deemed worthy of showing him, what stuff she loved, so he could love Her better. Maybe manage to understand her insane, genius fucking brain a little more. And he hadn’t been lying, the music wasn’t bad. A lot of it was weird as shit, but none of it made him want to rip off his ears.  

And it was making something inside of Ben all fucking soft and gooey, that She’d successfully figured out what music he liked. That she’d taken the time to do this, just for him. It was the Benjamin Music Education Initiative. This was for Ben, from Her. He fucking loved Her, and she cared about him enough to do this. He was going to memorize every single fucking song on this list, and maybe she’d do it again.  

He’d love Her no matter what. Even when she made old man jokes and called him a cunt, Ben would keep loving Her until it killed him. 

i thogt u hated romeo an juilet 

I do. Why? 

song 

Well, this version has a happy ending, and it’s an excellent fucking song. 

its fine 

It’s amazing. Do not disrespect that song, Pretty Boy. It’s blasphemy.

i said its fuckig fine 

I’m going to make you listen to the whole album. The entire discography. 

He could live with that. If it kept Her at his side, Ben would easily put up with listening to this twangy guitar for a million goddamn years. If it made Her smile, all the fucking better. wahtever 

Don’t test me. I’ll do it.

i no 

Know. 

fuckk off

No. You’re stuck with me. 

Ben could live with that as well.

End Note: Do you guys think Ben would be a swiftie. I feel like he would but he'd be like, angry about it.

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[theelderhazelnut]

Rise Of The Villains: Darker than Black

Pairing: Ombra x Quan Chi

Characters: Ombra, Quan Chi. Midas ( @takiisieju-moved ) and Hotaru are mentioned.

Warnings: None? Description of tending to a wound.

Words Count: 1460

Summary: The Orderrealmer rebels weren’t so kind to Quan Chi, but instead of healing his injury all alone in his fortress, he decided to give the job to his favorite person, not telling her that this was also an excuse to just visit her.

Author’s Note: This is the second piece I wrote in his POV! This takes place a short while after theese two murderers admitted their feelings for each other.

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Anticipation for someone, eventually, felt like living. I had almost forgotten how it tatsted like on my tongue, but she came and reminded me. Taught me. And I began finding myself staring at her from across the room, stopping by her room’s door, or opening a portal to the balcony of her hotel’s room.

Ah yes, I just did that. I looked at the dimly lit bedroom through the wide window. She wasn’t there. I glanced at my left arm. The white cloth I hastily wrapped around it matched the color of my coat in this darkness. Would she notice it? Would my plan succeed with the help of the best excuse I could come up with; a wounded arm? Orderrealmer rebels weren’t really respectful, not to say I was surprised. But I was thankful for being injured for the first time in forever.

My gaze wandered the room longingly waiting for her to emerge from somewhere. I could wait. As long as she wanted me to.

I knocked on the glass three times. A few seconds later, Atoosa appeared in the darkness of the short hallway leading to the main door. She looked at me with her eyes slightly widened as she was drying her hands with a towel. She leaned in the bathroom again, and then marched towards me; without the towel. My heart raced as she neared me, her image now crystal clear. She drew the door to the side. I ran out of patience and wrapped my arms around her. I pressed her against my chest as I buried my face in the crook of her neck. I inhaled, and suddenly everything was okay. Her loop around my torso became tighter, adding another life to me.

We parted, but my hands slid down to her waist, never breaking the contact. She held my face in her hands.

“Hi.” She whispered before pressing her lips to mine. Her lips were the smoothest wine made only for me to taste. Who needed jinsei when Atoosa lived in this world?

Drunken, I looked at her with hooded eyes. She grinned, and began planting little kisses all over cheeks, and several ones on my lips. She gripped the lapels of my coat and spread them, indicating me to take it off. Her eyes landed on my left arm, and the bloodied cloth around it.

The grin on her face faded away, and her thick eyebrows crooked in terror.

“What happened?!” Her voice trailed off, hands bewildered in the air. “Sit.” She shuddered breathlessly.

“No, don’t worry too mu-“

“The rebels?” She interrupted me, her tone was serious again.

“I took the chance to have a meeting with them for a few minutes.”

“I will have Midas to deal with them.” She reached for the cloth. “But your move was haphazard.”

I watched as she gently untied the wet piece of fabric. The very hands that killed, clawed, and brainwashed whoever her heart desired. But they were kind to me.

“Let’s forget about them, for now.” I uttered. I just wanted to sit down and watch her all night.

She looked up at me, gravely. “I will call him anyways.”

Her tone was unreadable. I couldn’t pinpoint if she was angry at the rebels, or me, or maybe both of us. This was a brand new feeling unlocked for me: someone truly cared about my flesh being teared apart - no matter how small - and my mind being restless.

“Are you mad at me?” I asked.

“I am.” She went to the bathroom.

“It’s just a small wound.”

“Come here.” She called.

Without hesitation, I obeyed. Atoosa was digging through a white box.

“Can you take off your clothes?” Her voice was less demanding as she glimpsed at my arm.

I scoffed.

After I had nothing but my pants on, she told me to sit on the edge of the bathtub. Atoosa turned around with a glass bottle in her hand. Gently, she lifted my elbow, and poured the liquid on the injury. Her eyebrows sat even lower while a subtle pout shrank her lips.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” My tone was more oblivious than I predicted.

“Like that.” She tilted her chin towards me.

It was annoying when she didn’t emote. That was what she was like in front of others, but I wasn’t others. It annoyed me, yet I loved it.

Anything she did or said, I loved it.

She invited me to the challenge of drawing a reaction from her. She put the bottle aside once she made sure all the blood is rinsed away. Then she observed me from head to toe.

“You’re not injured elsewhere?” Her tone hinted suspicion.

“No.” The one on my arm wasn’t life threatening, either. “I wanted you to tend to it.” After centuries, I didn’t have to stitch my teared flesh all alone in my room, then hold my head up and shoulders broad to circumvent signaling weakness.

Her eyes widened slightly and her eyebrows arched in concern. Well, I won the challenge it seemed. Her jaw flinched open in a friction of a second, but her voice was absent.

“You still want me to bandage it?” She asked.

I nodded. “I’d be able to carry a sign of you with me for a few days.”

She shook her head and chuckled breathlessly. “Fine.” Then she went to put on a pair of gloves. She picked up tweezers, and took a few layers of wipers with them. Then she poured a few drops of a dark red liquid on it. Ombra straddled the edge of the bathtub, and began rubbing the wet, cold wipers against my skin.

“Are you still mad at me?” I asked.

A half smile tugged at the corner of her lips, accompanying an amused roll of her eyes. “You have to try harder.”

Oh, really?

“Do you wish I would put more signs of you on me?” I raised a brow.

“Not,” she pointed at my arm with her chin. “in this way.”

“But then Hotaru will start asking questions.” I tilted my head to the side.

After planting a kiss on my cheek, Atoosa finished cleaning my wound, and bandaged it afterwards in the neatest way possible. I got what I wanted in the end. I would carry that white, rough fabric with me until it wore away.

A few seconds later, I found myself reclining on her bed, watching her as she browsed through a bunch of papers. The golden light of the sleep lamp illuminated her face. Even her gray eyes resembled two golden jewels. Her eyebrows were sitting low again, slightly creasing her soft skin. The tip of her eyelashes glimmered the same as a torch, arching with grace only to touch her brows.

Atoosa picked up her phone, and after several seconds, brought it to her ear.

“Midas, were you at the base today?”

She went quiet, and took a glance at me.

“Yes. No, he’s with me.”

She pinched the sheet.

“Don’t let him go. I will have a word with him.”

My heart melted and poured down on my ribs. I knew this would make her upset, but I didn’t know how it really felt until it happened. She intended to defend me. Anyone who had ever done that was either brainwashed by me, or was just a mindless revenant.

“Promise me you won’t hurt yourself.” I stated.

She stared at me.

“I would.” She murmured. “If it was necessary.”

Without a second thought, I reached to take her phone. Atoosa grabbed my wrist, firmly but not harshly.

“Please.” I begged. “Don’t do that. Whatever is in your mind. Don’t do that.”

“I must do what’s necessary. I can’t let my choices take away what’s so valuable to me.”

“But we’re togethe-,”

“I can’t just watch you walking into danger. Especially when it’s because of me.”

I remained silent for a few moments.

“This is the first time I see you blaming yourself.” I sat up. “You don’t usually do that.”

She turned her face.

“Don’t,” I tilted her chin back to me. “do this to yourself. I don’t want to see you suffering. Especially when it’s because of me.” I repeated her own words.

“This,” She gestured to my bandaged arm. “is only the beginning. They will come for you. For me. They will take contr-“

I pressed her head to my chest. “Shhh. Don’t listen to these thoughts. They can’t do anything. They’re weak.” I kissed the crown of her head.

She wriggled her legs to adjust herself, and wrapped her arms around me, burying her face deeper in my chest. An ufamiliar warmth ran through my veins.

“I will always be here.”

[visd3stele]

Corioleanus Snow is one of the best written, extremely interesting and complex characters and he's not developing at all during his book. no growth arc, nor the opposite, no change of values or principles.

at his core, he's a scared little boy. the truest self we see of him is in the arena, when it's bombed and he grips Lucy Gray's skirt whitout a second thought, going back to the times of vulnerability and fear from his childhood. usually when he feels fear, he's ashamed, but then he's too caught in time to reeber to feel anything but fright.

sometimes i even got the feeling he's amoral, no real distinction between good acts and bad deeds. the only thing he can see, understand, can matter to him is his survival and what stands in his way.

which is natural, after so many years of war. he has feelings, he has a skewed perception of the districts from before and during the war when they were the lower class enemy. he was raised to have the world at his little finger and it was taken from him, so he feels wronged by life itself. he saw his neighbours eating people and, besides the moral superiority it gave him, he also gained a whole lot of paranoia. he learned from a young age the world is cruel and, worse, unstable. at any moment, without warning, he can find himself back in the days of war, starving, not knowing if he'll see the dawns of a new say. so he seeks stability, control, safety. it's all that matters.

he learned to think like that, using everything, from social interactions and appearances to working underneath the surface with betrayel and secrets to "land on top".

he's also ashamed, which stems from fear. fear of being seen as less than, when his name alone once guaranteed respect all around the city. securing a bright future is all he can do to honor it and trully make himself feel at peace.

BUT he has moments when it's clear that he has a sense of justice, a moral compass and the potential to change its bigoted views on the districts. they're not exactly rare, but they're shadowed by other things posing a threat to his – and his family's, by extansion – life.

so Snow doesn't say a word about Clemmie's fate in the hospital, even though he's aahamed of not helping. fear of dr. gaul won, fear of becoming like her or being made lost by the head of Games won. he recognize his biasis and questions them, in regards of Lucy Gray mostly, but theese are always only fleeting thoughts. somethings he can think, but not feel in his core. maybe he could reach that, if he put someone else first (and that someone can be even granma'am or Tigris). but everything is always about him.

because he's still a scared little boy in need of safety and control of his life. he may have grown and have a sharp, intelligent beyond his age mind, but that was neccessarly to survive. his empathy, his feelings, everything regarding the heart and soul, remained frozen in time at those war years.

and when time comes, he doesn't consider other options, no matter if he feels sorry or not for what he's doing. betraying Sejeanus, betraying Lucy Gray. it's not patriotism, he's not a nationalist. he feels respect towards the Capitol as long as it can make him look good, be in the center of everyone's approving, loving attention and mantain the ilussion of control and safety he wrapped around himself. no, Snow does everything he does, taking these decisions with a cold, calculated mind, only for himself. his family is a second thought, yes, but primarely it's all about himself.

he doesn't know how to love, how to be compasionate. he needs and asks for everything around himself, like a little child, without giving in return. because he didn't develop the means to. he shut down – first time, during the war, unconscious, then he chose to – everything that could put itself in its way toward his goal. which isn't something villainy and evil, like taking over the world. it's having control over his life and others ( to make sure no one can hurt him ) because it's the only way he can understand safety. and safety he craves thoroughly.

and, HE DOESN'T WANT TO LEARN. he complies with his surroundings and what they make of him. change is not even a mere thought in his sleep depraived mind. he seeks to make the best out of everything thrown at him, but never considers changing the board entirely, changing himself. may be a trauma response or simply a lack on his part, too focused on winning playing by familiar, yet still foreign rules he needs to master. but what it surely isn't is crazyness. Snow's the bad guy fair and square, but not because he's out of it. on the contrary, what makes him so compeling and scary is: he has all means to be different and takes the conscious decisions to disregard it and become "just like his father" (with a cold, hateful look in his eyes).

his choice, thus, become even more tragic. because he actually could, he had the means to, make a different one. be good. be a rebel. help people, for he knows pain himself.

we follow a scared child playing in the snakes' den and CHOOSING to become like them to not be attacked and ostricized. no matter how beautiful the songbird sings, it can't keep him alive, fed and safe.

[hopeheartfilia]

Update on what i screenshoted from School Bus Graveyard

Also I found out that the reason it seemed so familiar when i started seeing it around was because my friend literally recommended it to me a few months back..

anyway

Ashlyn and Aiden being adorable hours. there is so much of them being cute, and Im always just. glad they can get what little comfort they may from getting closer because those kids sure need it

Another one, it is jsut. so soft. so important to me. Yes offer each other support and closeness in theese hard times, humans are mode for community

I dont think ive mentioned this but its so important to me how all the kids are caretakers of the group in their own ways, like they all care SO much and they show it in different ways but its undeniable.

Ashlyn cares in the way she tries to keep everyone alive and takes on responsibility and also in the way she is on the lookout for danger and generally tries to make plans and get them out of trouble

Taylor takes care of them in a more emotional core capacity, as in she has communiction skills that a majaority of them are indeed lacking in, she says things that need to be said and she helps keep them all together

Tyler on the other hand tends to care for people more in a way fo things he can Do, like doing laundry and feeding when they lived with their mom, practical things, and in the group its very much taking point, hitting things, going over and scaring of that guy that was bullying logan

Ben takes care of them in a medical way, he ptches them up physically and he worries about them and offers his silent support, and like he is still such a teen about it, they all are, but just. When they met up in the facility and tyler was like how about some words of encouragement? tell me its going to be okay and shit, and Ben just wnet and touched him while doing thumbs up, that was so sweet and so teen behaviour i love them all. And of course he is also protective in the way that he gets angry on logans behalf and would also hit someone physically as well

And the way Aiden cares for their little group might be filled with jokes, and a lot of adrenaline and overall danger seeking behaviour, but he still tries so hard, like yes he bothers people on purpose but he also livens a lot of situations, and when they need him he is there and delivers, he tries to ground ben, and ashlyn as well, he is the sort of prescence that you know will stay by your side

And Logan probably shows the most outwards signs of being scared but he still does so much and he clearly cares about the group back. He protects their back and worries about them and when push comes to shove he is there and pulling more then his weight, he helps so much with figuiring out the way the shadow realm works (thats what im calling it. it seems correct to me) and when he got that card? Like he doesnt seem to be very used to having actual close friends, which is true for most of them, but he does care about people and he does try to help others

Idk i just love all theese kids

also, this one hit different, i was so worried about tyler, im glad he is alright-ish for now

Also i know its easy to see how Ashlyn is a lot like her mom, especially in the beginning chapthers but i think its cool to see how much she is like her dad as well

I know there are a lot of other things to be said, and that i probably need a little more time to properly think about stuff and analyze before i can make any actual analysis but for now Ill probably put it a bit on the backburner

On the topic of theories and stuff thou, the phantoms to me have very much seemed connected to shadows in some way, as the changes in the real world affect their shadows, but people who dont see it dont seem to see the changes aeither, as we sall with ashlyns parents, and the things they said abour rifts - it overall definelty has a different, potentionally mirror dimention feeling. Also, If the phanthoms are caugh people, then the giant sentepede thing is likely a turned animal maybe? It seems likely to me that the forest would have less humanoid beings because it is less populated

Also im really curious about Logans grandparents and hoe they got that sedative. Also i have the bad feeling that their parents will get hit with the comatose version of being taken into the rift.

Also im curious about the power surges our guys cause. They seem to be emotion based, but I dont see why the other victims wouldnt cause them? Maybe they didnt stay together? or maybe they didnt live long enough? likely both but im not sure its tge reason. Also if it IS connnected to their emotional/psychological state then does that have anything to do with why aiden recovered faster? Personally i think it also has to do with the type of injury, but like do you heal faster in the shadow realm if you have depression? Or does it have something to do with your own self perception of youe wounds?

[vapmie]

This is my first time posting one of the fan fic ideas! Now, do mind the spelling errors as well as grammatical errors That’s due to my dyslexia so yeah, enjoy!

So this is a what if of what if Celeste did get turned into a vampire

The documentary crew carmas pans over to two twin children with the left side corner titled "Celeste former masters " and beginning their talking head.

"Yes, usually newly turned vampires go through what we call 'familar crazy. ' where the fledgling go on and about and adopt so so many familiars because they find them so helpful and well relatable and they were human not just a moment ago, but new vampires don't understand the massive responablity of having an familar. Like the feeding, the cleaning, resisting the urge to eat their plump red faces, and many more irritable things they need. so we told her that she could only keep two of the familiars that she collected, and rest either go to a shelter or back their old master. Celeste was very stern about the shelters being one of a "no kill." Nature well, fine, we gave in to that stupid notion. Although the two she chose are abosultely wonderful additions to the house, and if we're honest, we've grown some affection for them! Which is quite rare with familars be very enjoyable"

The scene shifts to Guillermo sitting on the end of a queen size bed, a massive upgrade to his closet space of a room. The title in bottom corner was now changed to "Guillermo De La Cruz: Celeste familar"

"So hey, yeah, this is all really. I have to say fast, but like amazing! I mean, of course, I miss well the old house, but what Celeste and the twin been providing me have been so much more the the past 10 years! They give me breaks, food, buy me clothes, and spend time with me. They even take me out with them to the night market! But I was on a leash and collar but they weird thing is I didn't actually mind it, I felt weirdly loved because they even git the collar custom made and they all praise me and dont seem disgusted with like affection I give, in fact they sometime come over to me and pet my head telling me!-" Guillermo pause and face seem freeze frame for a moment as the gear behind his eyes seem click something into place and look back carma with eyebrows crease together "I'm just being treated liked a spoiled pet aren't I."

The next shot shows Guillermo and Sam sitting on a couch. But the couch looks new and does not match the aesthetic of the other furniture in the house. It was more cushiony being ingulfed by pillows, the brims of the bottom, and the steps of the couch was golden with the carved in pattern of bats along the golden plating. Celeste walks into the room and starts cooing and gushing at the cat and human, scratching under sam chin while her other hand is petting Guillermo hair. With suprise, both the familiar looks very happy and even lean into the touch, with sam purring and Guillermo just with a big dorky smile. While this all happens, a tall broad silhouette with the shine of two dots of gold can be seen through the window.

-

Overall, pretty much Guillermo and Sam stay, and they are treated like pamper spoiled pets and honestly pretty good for both of them, but

Nandor comes in full jealously, seeing Guillermo giving away his affection so freely to theese complete stangers! Never once have he had guillermo hugging him like that. How could he! [Never mind the fact he rejects every time guillermo tries to initiate said affection]

But he set up meeting with the twins and trying discuss how should give him famikar back his rightful home and hiw rude was of Celeste just take a familar without asking. But the twins reject nandor's offer, saying how his familar have made Celeste so happy and pretty much like when somebody dog get taken another family and try get it back but parents making excuse keep it because their kid like the pet so much type of ordeal.

So obviously mean nandor has to kidnapped Guillermo back because he misses him.

[moomoogothgf]

After colors, emojis!!!

😍(I'm pretty sure you're cute just from talking with you even without pictures x)💕✋(only if you're okay, maybe either as punishment for not eating enough, or gentle in public to show everyone how much your cellulite covered ass wobbles)🍩🍰🐷(I wonder how a fat pig like me and a fat cow like you would talk ;)🐽🔴👕👐💣◯Ѡ(and let's add boobies because what's a cow without huge milkers? ;)👂 👉👈🍭(you deserve it! you're good cow bbw princess after all ;)🍫🔃 I'm sorry that's a loooot!!! But some are the same from the colors' ask x)

😍 I think you’re cute. oh thank you soo muuuuch <<<3 you know I could send you some pics :3. Maybe even some with my face if we get along

💕 I want to cuddle with you.

ohh I can just imagine the combined squish being just absolutely DIVINE 🤤🫠plus what's cuddles without some hand to mouch snacking?

✋ I want to spank you! I'm more than okay with it >:3 Punishment wise it whould take quite a bit of effort since I have a sky high pain tollerance, but don't ever be afaraid to give me a good smack to send theese sexy orbs of dough wobbling and slamming into eachother 🍑

🍩 I want to feed you. Now THAT is what I wanna hear

Feed this greedy cow to be into an absolute lardass Stretch out my stomach for nother reason than seeing how much food you can cram in me <3

🍰 I want you to feed me. I will feed you all the sweet fattening buttery food you desire. I'm gonna sit on you and feel your flab expanding under me like the pillow you were meant to be

🐷 Let’s have some piggy play!

I actually never tried it but it seems like it could be really fun 🥺🐮

🐽 I want you to tease/humiliate me. You wanna be humiliated for being a fatass ?For eating everything in reach of your chub covered fingers? For swelling with excessive overconsumption like an expansive growing island of lard? Do you piggy🐖?

🔴 I want to stuff you silly.

Well that wont be too difficult given I can only eat 2 pizzas and my poor belly allready screams "nooo more".I wonder if you shoveling more whould eventually shut it up🤭

👕 I want to grow you out of your clothes. You may... but only if you buy me cute nad or gothic replacements for everything you tear off me with my flab. I'd murder for a super large purple victorian dress that shows off my cleavage

👐 Belly rubs! Hand em over 🔪 and don't forget the extra oil

💣 I wanna feed you till you burst. Bet, just get me into a seat and don't release me untill my gut swells up like an overinflated hot airbaloon

◯ You need a fatter gut. yeah but TBH I'm not that big into being all gut :/ I'd still love for it to hang and get more erogenous as it swells tho

Ѡ You need a fatter booty. yes y e s

YES

I need it so big it gets stuck in doorways on the regular and I need pant's at least 2 sizes bigger than the rest of my wardrobe. Expand my ASS to ridiculous proportions

👂 I wanna hear your naughty secrets/fattening fantasies. Well I'll be sure to pop on over to your DM's. They whouldn't be secerets if I released em all here whould they >:3?

👉 *pokes/pinches your gut* more

👈 *pokes/pinches your ass*

MORE

🍭 I wanna spoil/pamper you.

that just sounds like an absolute dream 🫠😍

Being a spoiled BBW princess getting even biger off of french food and melted butter as drink.🥺

🍫 I want you to spoil/pamper me.

of course my leige <3 I'll even put on a maid outfit for you as I bring you everything you desire... don't you even think of getting up? And ignore your gut swallowing more and more of your legs ;3

🔃 I want to mutually gain with you. Do you still want to after all you've read? If so

HOW FAT ARE WE GETTING?

[kakashifanrp]

PLSS Fake dating with Kakashi with Prompts 40 and 51🥺🥺🥺

AN: Here you go 🤗 Hope you like it 🥰

Prompts:

51. "This is a one time thing, got it?"

40. "No, like... It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”

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Helping a friend

When Kakashi came to you asking for help you would never have imagined what he truly asked for. "ok, let me get this straight... You want me to act as your girlfriend for the weekend because your ex is in the village?" You studied the ninja in front of you as you still prossesed the information he had given you. "Yes, and the students overheard it too.. Meaning they will also be lurking around.." Kakashi sighed, as he looked over it allready. "and you think one weekend is enough, maybe for you ex.. But your genins Hatake are known to be presistant when it comes to theese kind of things.." You sighed.. Of all the things your friend could have asked for, this was the worst. "I know.. But you know how to change your looks a little, like you did on the mission we did back in the hidden grass"

You groaned a bit as you remembered that mission. "This is a one time thing, got it?"  You looked at him and made sure he understood the warning in your voice. "I promise I will not ask for this again." You nodded as you noticed he shifted in his seat, clearly uncomfortable about this whole situation. "Ok, I will come over tonight, and stay for the weekend.. Just know from the moment you open the door I will be in characther" Undercover missions were your specialty, soo at least kakashi were lucky having a friend in that field. "ok, I will be ready to see you around 7? And you don't need to change your apperance too much.. If anyone asks later we just broke up" With that he left your appartment.. Soo much for getting drunk this weekend.

At least he gave you some hours to pack, and all.. And figuring out how to play your role.. You knew Kakashi fairly well.. But you had never seen a romantic side from that man ever.. Which trying to figure out a good girlfriend persona for him would be harder the more you thought about it. In the end all you could to was just follow his lead.. That was the most logical solution you could find, that didn't make you frustrated. Maybe this was harder than you first thought afterall..

When you got everything ready and packed you started to leave for his appartment. You decided to go for your own apperance for this little weekend mission.. People always took you for a cupple anyway, so better go with the safe option. When you got close to his appartment you could feel someone was watching you.. Apperantly his students were as stubborn as you thought they would be. With a small sigh you knocked on his appartment door, getting ready to see how he would behave since his students were around. When Kakashi opened the door you were met with the typichal smile of his before he took your hand and pulled you inside. "The students are lurking?" he tilted his head before you followed behind him to the livingroom. "offcourse, isn't that a part of the package?" You teased, knowing very well Kakashi's experience with kids were minimal, and he often asked for help when it came to understand them.

"How would I know? Still getting used to it all" he chuckled and shaked his head before dragging you over to the couch. "But It is fun that they think I can't sense them in the three outside my window" He pulled you up on his lap, which was suprising at first.. But atleast you were able to hold yourself calm. Your head rested on his shoulder like it was something you normally did, as he took out his book and started to read.

"don't fall asleep on me now.." He spoke after a long time making you open your eyes. "It has been a long week, and I didn't know you were going to be this warm and comfortable" The way his eye closed let you know he was having a smirk on his face, he was really going to tease you about this in the later. "I am going to take a shower, maybe you would be kind and make us some tea while I do that?" kakashi perked your lips with his masked ones, making you actually blush a bit.. Atleast when you didn't feel like anyone were spying anymore, and he still pretended the relationship thing. "I can do that, just going to put my bag away" you got up from his lap and grabbed the bag before walking thowards his bedroom, not missing the chuckle that was heard from the livingroom, the game was on.

He wanted to play the relationship game, well then he was gonna get it. You know how to be a perfect girlfriend if you wanted to. You waited until you heard he had left for the bathroom, before going throught his closet, finding some of his comfy clothes you knew he wore from time to time and changed into them. You looked at yourself in the mirror and decided to drop the pants of his as you looked better in his faveourite shirt anyway.. You put the pyjamas shorts on underneath and walked back to the kitchen to make the tea. He was really gonna have a suprise when he came back out.

You hummed softly as prepared everything, and got done just in time for him to walk out. Kakashi looked almost confused as he had on the typichal black top with no arms and his jonin pants. "The tea is ready" You smiled for yourself as you could hear his sudden stop. You looked over and tilted your head a bit, noticing how he stared at you. "Everything alright?" the teaseing in your voice were hard to hide as you could see his cheeks turn pink. "No, like... It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.” He kept looking at you, before walking over, but not to grab the tea, no.. He wrapped a arm around your waist and pulled you close to him as he leaned down." I kind of like it, It looks good on you" He whispered into your ear. "The weekend has just started, Hatake" It was on, if you both couldn't act like a cupple in his appartment, no way any of you would fool anyone in the village. At least it seemed like you both could suprise eachother soo far.

[yourstruly-thenarrator]

The narrator misses hates stanley.

Lore + sketch!

The narrator sat silently in his office watching stanley frozen in time for who knows how long before letting out a huff. He thought back to comments he'd received from others in the past days, since he found himself in this new strange exsistance.

"Maybe thats why your stanley doesn't listen to you.""im not sure if you knew this, but protagonists aren't particularly easy to find.""well what if I want them to be happy?""but stanley didn't seem to enjoy that."

The narrator groaned, attempting to shake theese types of thoughts from his head. Why were they sticking with him so much? He'd never cared about any negative comments on his story before, why should he now?

He looked at stanley through the screen and chuckled, remembering the narrative of "cookie9" and steam reviews he'd created to explain this ending.

The fact of the matter was, the narrator had never seen a single review of his game. He wasn't even sure people played it up until he met the other versions of himself.

No, the real reason that this narrator had created the skip button was far different. Stanley had long since refused to speak to the narrator, thinking it one of his only true choices. The narrator merly called him childish for such a thing, but did seem to grow annoyed at the lack of feedback.

But, not speaking did come with its downsides for stanley. He could no longer talk back to the narrator, no longer argue with him. So stanley found different ways of taking a stand. This time, for example, stanley speedran the game over and over. He didn't ever gave the narrator even a moment to speak. He was speadrunning the powerful ending no less, wich was not lost on the narrator.

After hundreds of runs, the narrator slammed the door infront of stanley before he could leave his office. "So you dont want to listen to me, hm!? That much is clear!" He bellowed, spit flicking onto the microphone infront of him. "Why don't I just add a skip dialog button to the game, hmm? You like buttons, don't you!? You'd just love to spend the rest of your sorry life brainlessly hitting the same button over and over!" He hissed, voice dripping with hatred.

Stanley would normally be satisfied that he got through to the narrator, but hearing him this violently angry terrified stanley. He knew his narrator well, he knew not to stray to far from his good side. No matter how small and impossible to reach that good side seemed to be, if he even had one at all. Stanley gulped.

The door to Stanley's office swung open to reveal a new, hastily constructed room he'd never seen before. It seemed to be made of concrete, with a chain link fence, and a few other items sprinkling the room. But in the center, was a glowing yellow button with a black symbol atop it. Stanley walked into the room, unsurprised at the door clicking shut behind him. Stanley merely stood quietly in the room for a moment.

"Well? Aren't you going to press the button then? Or, are you not going to just becau-" Stanley pressed the button. "...Mm, oh yes, hello Stanley. Did you have fu-" Stanley pressed the button again. "Oh, yes, drink it all in st-" Stanley pressed the button again. "Welcome bac-" Stanley slammed the button, again. "STANLEY, WAIT!" Stanley flinched back from the button, and looked up twords the ceiling. He hadn't mapped out where the narrator could see him best in this room, having only been in it once, so he just made his best geuss.

"Oh thank God you stopped in time. See, Stanley, the way this button seems to work is not by simply skipping my speak forward, it instead pauses you in time. Now, because I was in such a rush making this skip button the time its taking between skips seems to be... inconsistent. You were stood in place for an hour that time, Stanley."

Stanley's eyes shot up in shock. "So, I would very very much appreciate we go back to the parable, and stop pressing the button. Can you handle that for me?" The narrator spoke in a condescending tone, but Stanley knew him better. He could hear the fear in his voice. Stanley nodded, and went to open his office door.

When he opened it, however, he was only met with more of the same concrete the rest of the walls were made of. "Ah, yes, you see-" the narrator hummed. "In my rush to make this, the room itself also may not be-- the best designed. It seems as though its no longer.... physically connected to the office." The narrator had spoken matter of factly.

Stanley l looked up at the roof, then twords the button mischievously, as though to say "well? What else is there to do?".

"No, Stanley," the narrator spoke in a commanding tone, understanding what Stanley had been implying, but Stanley walked twords the button anyway. "STANLEY, N-" and Stanley pressed the button again.

"Oh, Stanley? Thank God you're back. You- you were gone for a week, Stanley! A week!" Stanley looked up at the ceiling in disbelief. Not only at how long he'd been standing there, but the concern in the narrators voice. Out of all the things Stanley'd heard him say, he'd never ever heard him concerned like this.

Stanley walked over to the still open door and knocked on the concrete, then looked up at the ceiling. "Yes, yes thank you. I do belive I may have figured out a way we can get out of here!" The narrator spoke excitedly, with slight sinister undertones. Stanley ignored them, and looked up hopefully.

"You see that ladder over there?" ...Stanley nodded. "Well, im sure its tall enough, if you jumped off enough times I'm sure a reset would be inevitable!" The narrator spoke joyously. All hope drained from Stanleys demeanor. "Oh come on Stanley, don't shake your head at me like that! Surely it won't be worse than just staying here and- Stanley what are you doing? No, NO STANL-" Stanley slammed his fist into the button.

"... Oh, hello. Its you." The narrator hummed. "Its been... hmm, let's see... well I lost track after a year." The narrators speak sounded spiteful, despite how tired he seemed to be. Stanley looked himself over. He hadn't aged a day! But, the room around him on the other hand, had.

The narrator sighed. "I've tried everything, Stanley. I've tried braking the walls, making new doors, there just isn't anything I can do from here." The narrator sounded sad, exhausted. Depressed, even. And Stanley, well, stanley was happy.

The narrator chuckled at the smile on the other man's face. "Well, im glad someone's enjoying themselves." He spoke genuinely, as though he really was happy to see it. "Im sure you'll get a kick out of this- I even tried to force a reset. It didn't work, of course, without your input, but it hurt me just as much as always." The narrator spoke, a slight bit more energy in his voice, but nothing malicious.

Stanley sat on the ground and listend. He tilted his head, with a surprised expression. "Yes, really!" The narrator chuckled, and it sounded like he sat up in his seat, wherever he was.

"But" the narrator started, sounding hopeful despite his tiredness. "from what I can tell, a forced reset would work! I know their painful for the both of us, but it has to be better than... than the ladder for you, right?" He sounded apologetic, somthing stanley had also never heard from him before this room. Stanley nodded. It would be less painful.

"See? Here, ill start it from my end whenever you give the word, and then you just reset. And bam! Back in the office, good as new!" The narrator sounded hopeful, exited even. Stanley smiled, and shook his head. "Wh... oh, oh I see." The narrator spoke softly. "Stanley... I know, that i... that I havnt treated you the best, in the past. I understand that. But... hey, I mean- maybe, when we get back to the office, I'll let you just sit in the lounge for a while? Without me yammering on about getting on with the story, or going through the wrong door? How does that sound? No strings attatched!" The narrator paused, waiting for a reaction. When he didn't get one, he continued. "I'll even open the door to the vending machine! Free, cold drinks! I won't even comment on you not needing it, ill just let you enjoy them!" The narrator had a pleading tone to his voice.

Stanley hardly managed to hold in a chuckle. Never in all the years he'd been trapped here had he heard the narrator sound so... human. So vulnerable. Stanley stood up. "Good... good deal, right?" The narrator sounded hopeful. He couldn't imagine Stanley not taking the deal.

Stanley merely smiled, and walked over to the button. "...stanley?" The narrators voice sounded weak. Scared. Stanley smiled. Stanley looked up at the ceiling, he made sure the narrator saw him. He turned to the button, and he pressed it again.

The narrator sighed, pulling himself back to the present day. No matter thinking about such things now. He'd gotten himself into this, all because he wanted to punish stanley.

"A punishment worse than the skip button"

Another narrators voice once again rang through his head. He winced. And began to speak aloud to himself, drowning out his thoughts. "Their all so... feelings-y twords their protagonists. So dependent. Its gross." The narrator looked at stanley on the screen, still frozen in place.

"I dont need you. I dont need them either. I dont need anyone." The narrator crossed his arms. "Never have." He sat in silence for a few minutes.

"But... just to prove them all wrong. I could make a new protagonist. Yes. Ill show you just how much I dont need you, stanley, you'll feel so worthless when you wake up and I've replaced you. Yes. Its perfect." The narrator convinced himself.

Then he began to get to work. He typed, and he wrote, and he researched, and he planned. Until eventually, he thought, it was ready. He'd created plenty of things before. Buildings, objects, plants. All for his stories, or even his own amusement. Hell, he'd even created everything in the very place he stood in. But never before had he created a sentient living being. He'd always much preferred to rip a human out of their own life and stick them into his stories. The reactions were much more visceral that way, he felt.

But now, now he would create a life. He clicked the button he'd rigged up to spawn in the creation infront of him. A perfect replica of stanley, that's what he had in mind whilst working on it. More obedient, even. A better stanley. A humanoid figure began to materialize infront of the narrator, and he repressed a squeel of excitement.

But, when it was finished, it didn't look like stanley. Not at all.

It was just textures in the shape of a human. Even the eyes that hed managed to get to appear weren't colored correctly. The narrator frowned. "Uhm... Hello, stanley!" He spoke to the being he'd created. It looked at him.

"Ah! Thats wonderful! You are sentient!" He grinned, happy with himself. The creature merly blinked. "Well? Go on, say somthing. I made sure you were able to speak for a reason." The narrator chuckled. The creature blinked. "....erm..." the narrator cleared his throught.

"Stanley spoke to the man infront of him!" He narrated, voice coming from everywhere all at once. The being opend its mouth. Or at least, where its moth should be opend up. But instead of words, guttural, Inhuman noises spawned from the creature. "Okay, okay, thats enough! Never mind!" The narrator shouted over the sounds. The creature stopped imeadeatly.

The narrator frowned. "Well... I suppose that form of communication is out the window. Do you know how to write, stanley?" The narrator asked. The creature seemed to simply acknowledge the fact the other was speaking, not seeming to understand a word he said. It did react slightly when the name stanley was spoken, though. As though it knew it was being spoken to.

The narrator frowned again and summoned a pen and notepad, handing it to the creature. "Here, write somthing. Tell me somthing." The creature held the pen and note pad, and looked down at them. It blinked. The narrator sighed.

"Oh, this is never going to work..." he grumbled, and slumped down into his seat. The creature continued to stand there, unwavering, unreacting, uncaring. Inhuman. "Stanley?" The creature looked up to the narrator. "Go, do whatever. Explore or somthing, can you do that? Just, get out of my sight." The narrator orderd. The creature promptly dropped what it was holding onto the floor, and walked away. The narrators eyes widened slightly and he hummed.

"Well at least he understands that."

End.

[thatoneuserb]

But like Steve taking the kids shopping would the be the best thing ever.

They go shopping and Steve being the mom he is has a list.

He tries to go off it

Key word TRIED

"ok we need breads,milk,eggs,paper plates and nap kins. Dustin we do not need candy!" Steve said

"aww" Dustin said in defeat but remembered el was with them and max.

Dustin walks over to max and el

"hey guys" Dustin said smiling

"what do you want us to do Dustin?" Max asked knowing what Dustin was gonna ask

"so mom said no to candy but what you or el ask him?" Dustin said smiling nervously

"I won't but el wanna ask mom for candy?" Max said to El who was looking at her with a confused look on her face

"what's candy?" El asked

"steve El never had candy before!"max yelled which made Steve go wide eye

"Dustin come pick out candy idk card how much" Steve said

Steve started muttering to himself on what he had and needed

Steve was doing a double check when he heard Mike screaming

He turned around to see max pushing will in a shopping cart chasing mike

"no movie night if you keep that up!" Steve yelled he knew it was a empty threat but he hopped it work and it did

When get was checking out all his things a lady came up to him

"um sir?"

"yes?"

"are theese all your children?" The lady asked

"yep noe have a nice day" Steve said grabbing his bags and motioning to the kids to go

"um not so fast" the lady said with a rude look on her face

"excuse me?" Steve asked he was already starting to get a headache and fluffy was alerting him to sit down

"listen here lady" max said when she saw the lady start to speak

"Steve is the best so leave us alone before I make you" max said in a threatening tone

"kids these days" the lady grumbled ad she was walking away

"thanks max, let's go now" Steve said smiling at max

The kids and Steve walked out of the grocery store with fluffy

[captainsophiestark]

Unacceptable

Theseus Scamander x Reader

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Day Five of Fictober!

Fandom: Harry Potter (Fantastic Beasts)

Fictober Prompt: “Unacceptable, try again.”

Summary: Reader and Theseus have been married for a few months now, and everything's going well. They're both Aurors, and while they're usually a dynamic duo working together, problems arise when Theseus puts reader's safety above the job.

Word Count: 1,266

Category: Little bit of angst and a little bit of fluff?

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

I woke up to my husband shuffling the covers and getting out of bed. I opened my eyes the tiniest amount possible and squinted at the clock in our room.

It was three in the morning. What the hell was he doing at three in the morning?

"Theese? What are you doing?" I groaned, rolling over so I could at least sort of look in his direction.

"Don't worry about it, darling. Go back to bed. I'm sorry I woke you."

I didn't say anything else, but I kept squinting at him as he made his way through the dark bedroom, until he flicked on the light in the bathroom and closed the door. I groaned and flipped over onto my stomach, hugging the pillow and closing my eyes again. I'd just started drifting off when Theseus came out of the bathroom. I expected him to come right back to bed, but he didn't. Instead, he went out the bedroom door to the rest of the house.

I sighed heavily. He was up to something, and all I wanted to do was go to bed, but I couldn't until I knew what was going on.

Theseus and I were both Aurors for the Ministry of Magic, and we'd been dealing with a case for the past few weeks that dealt with some very dangerous suspects. The entire Aurors' office had been put on high alert, and we were expecting information on the location of our suspects any day now. I had a bad feeling my husband had gotten the news and was going to try to deal with it himself.

I dragged myself out of bed, grabbed my wand, and Disapparated to the front door. Theseus had just started to pull it open when I appeared behind him, the crack that came with Apparition making him jump.

"Y/N! What are you doing out of bed?"

"Better question. What are you doing sneaking out of the house at three in the morning dressed for work?"

Theseus shifted his weight from foot to foot, looking incredibly unhappy to be caught.

"I was going to deal with something urgent," he said. He wasn't quite making eye contact with me, and I rolled my eyes.

"Theseus, I know you got a tip about the location of our suspects. Nothing else could have dragged you out of bed like this."

Theseus met my eyes now, giving me an apologetic look. He let his hand drop from the doorknob and turned to face me fully.

"You know me too well," he said with a smile. I just sighed.

"Please tell me you at least called a few other Aurors to help you make arrests and do the raid and whatever else."

"No. I just got the tip, and it's time sensitive. I couldn't wait for anyone else."

"Unacceptable, try again."

Theseus furrowed his eyebrows at me, but I didn't flinch. I just kept staring him down, arms crossed over my chest.

"Y/N, there's no time for gathering a group of Aurors to go in and do this. By the time we get organized, our suspects will have moved and it will take another three weeks to find them again."

"I agree."

"Then what's the problem?"

"You didn't tell me!" I finally moved from my original position, gesturing with my hands and taking a few steps towards Theseus. "I sleep next to you Theseus! All you have to do to organize a mission with me is wake me up and say 'hey, we're going somewhere, grab your wand'. It's that easy!"

"We have no idea what kind of situation we're going into," said Theseus, like that somehow addressed my complaint.

"We never know what kind of situation we're going into."

"Yes, we do! And when we don't, we have more than two Aurors on the case. This situation has the potential to be far more dangerous than others, it's not safe for you to go."

"And it is safe for you?" I raised an eyebrow as Theseus sighed and shook his head.

"No, but that's not the point-"

"Yeah, Theseus, it is! I don't want you going into dangerous situations without someone to watch your back!"

"And I don't want you going into dangerous situations so unprepared and outnumbered!"

"Back at you! For goodness' sakes Theseus, I'm your wife! Your partner in life! Not to mention your partner on this case for the entire time we've had it. It makes no sense for you to be so ridiculous about this!" I threw my hands up in the air in frustration. Theseus took a few steps closer to me and put his hands on my shoulders, staring intently into my eyes.

"Y/N, I love you. This is something I can handle on my own, and if you got hurt doing something you didn't have to be doing? I could never forgive myself."

"You think I don't feel the same way about you?" I gently took Theseus's hands, trying to force him to understand my words and take them to heart. "Theseus, I don't know what I'd do without you. That's one of my favorite things about being partners with you! We can have each other's backs in the field, and we never have to sit at home worrying if we're ever going to see each other again."

Theseus sighed, but he didn't look completely convinced. He started to speak up again, but I beat him to it.

"Besides, you're the Head of the Auror's Office. You're not supposed to let the personal stuff affect your! We both promised Travers, and I know he'd be disappointed if we failed to keep our relationship from affecting our work..."

Theseus let out a breathy laugh as he looked around, his gaze finally landing back on me.

"You're impossible sometimes, do you know that?"

"Yes I do," I said, a grin spreading across my face. "I take it that means you're done trying to sneak out of the house without me?"

Theseus sighed. "Yes, I'm done."

"Good." I leaned forward quickly to place a kiss on my husband's lips, then smiled at him as I pulled away. "Let's go get these bad guys like the incredible team we are, and then let's sleep for the rest of the day."

"Sounds like a plan," Theseus chuckled and then opened the door, holding it for me and gesturing for me to go first. "After you, my love."

"Thank you." I strutted out the door but came to an abrupt halt when I realized I had no idea where I was going. I turned to look back at Theseus, who was grinning from a few steps behind me.

"Forgetting something?"

"Possibly... in my defense though, it's three in the morning, and I was not prepared for this."

"Don't worry. We're a team, remember?"

Theseus held out his arm for me, and I took it with a smile. I still wanted to kill him a little bit for waking me up so early, and for trying to sneak out in the first place, but he really was a good man. The best partner and friend I could've asked for, and the only person I wanted to have my back when fighting baddies.

If that wasn't love, then I had no idea what was.

[sweet-pea-channie]

All fake - Peter Kavinsky (smut)

Author: @sweet-pea-channie​​

Pairings: Peter Kavinsky x Reader

Words: 10.6k+ whoops

Warnings: swearing, Fighting, shouting, fluff, cuteness overload, public fingering, oral (male receiving), protected sex, multiple orgasm 

Requests by anon: i wanted to request something! my idea is reader and peter (they have feelings for each other but they haven’t said it) are fake dating and he convinces her to go to the ski trip and it’s all fluffy like they seat together in the bus,they are taking selfies and listening to music. And when they arrive he teaches her how to ski and the night they somehow are together in the hot tub and confess their feelings! tysm! 

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I don’t know if you just do “PeterKavinskyXreader” but I was wondering if you could do Peter/LJ smut where they get into a fight while still fake dating about how LJ doesn’t want to go on the ski trip because she thinks that’s when Peter/Gen get back together and how she mentioned that people fuck on that trip and LJ doesn’t want to be in the same building when Peter/Gen have sex.She blurts that line out to Peter and it gets heated and he admits he’s in love w/ her and they have rough/soft sex

AN: So I got theese two requests and they’re almost the same so I’ll try my best and put them together in one. Also, remember I’m from Germany, so bare with my mistakes, thanks!

Masterlist

You were sitting in the library, trying to study for tomorrow’s trig test, but somehow your mind kept going back to your pro and con list that you created. “Pro’s and Con’s for the Ski Trip”.

Peter had been trying to persuade you for days now. “You can’t let your fake-boyfriend go to the ski trip alone!” he had told you.

Yes, you heard it right, fake-boyfriend. Peter Kavinsky was your fake-boyfriend. It started when rumors were spreading about you. Peter and Genevieve were just broken up and somehow Genevieve told everyone that you were head over heels in love with Peter Kavinsky, which was a total lie. Peter Kavinsky was the guy you would never date. He wasn’t really your type. Of course, he was good looking but you didn’t care about that. It was the way he treated everyone who wasn’t in his group of friends. 

A week later, Peter waited for you outside of school, leaning against your car with his hands in his front pockets. 

“What do you want, Kavinsky?” you asked, walking around the car to open the driver’s door. 

“What is it with you, Y/L/N?” he questioned. 

“Hey, I asked first! You can’t answer my question with another question!”

He rolled his eyes at you and opened the passenger’s door, hoping in. 

“And why are you getting in my car?”

“Okay, look,” he began and motioned for you to sit down and close the door. “Either way, you are really totally in love with me, or you really don’t like me. I can’t read you and the way you talk to me or look at me is starting to piss me off. I don’t know if the comments are flirty or filled with hatred.”

“Oh god, Peter, you are so full of yourself. I don’t hate you okay? But I don’t like as well. I don’t get why Gen would say something like this around school? It’s so obvious that I don’t like you and she still does!”

“And that’s why I’m here,” he interrupted you. 

“What do you mean?”

“People think that you like me, right? And Gen is somehow still in love with me but she won’t admit it. And so I thought that we two could pretend that we are dating,” he smiled awkwardly. 

“We?” you asked confused and pointed with your index fingers alternating between you two. “Dating? No one’s going to believe that.”

“Why not?” he asked with his eyes wide opened. “Everyone thinks that you already love me, so it won’t be that surprising to see us holding hands around school.”

“Yeah, but no one’s going to believe that you would like someone like me!” you argued. “I mean, look at us. We’re too different!”

“Who cares if we’re too different? Isn’t that what Mr. Feller tried to tell us all the time? Opposites attract! Let’s just go for it, please” he begged, grabbing your hands. 

“What’s in for me? I mean, Gen’s probably going to be jealous and it will drive her nuts so maybe you two will get back together, but what’s in for me?” you asked him. “Just in case I’ll accept.”

“I’ll help you with whomever you like.”

“I don’t like anyone.”

“Come on, Y/N. There has to be at least someone!” Peter groaned and let go of your hands that he was still holding tight. 

You pressed your lips together to a thin line and shook your head at the brunette. “Nope, but uhm… can you tell me why everyone’s watching us in the car?”

“Huh?” Peter turned around and realized that all of his friends were waiting outside for him, staring at the two of you together in your car. Even Genevieve was right next to the group of boys with her arms crossed. 

Peter turned back around, his gaze now full on you. It happened so fast. His hands found your cheeks and he pressed his lips firmly on yours. His lips were chapped and dry but somehow his lips felt nice on yours. It took you a second to realize what was going on and you grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. 

You pulled away as you heard the gasps and echoes of the other people outside of your car. Peter opened his eyes and tried to find an answer in yours but you had put on your perfect poker face. “What was that for?”

“Now you have to say yes,” Peter grinned. You rolled your eyes at him and realized that he was right. This was the perfect move. Now you couldn’t say no to him. People would be asking questions why the two of you were sitting in your car kissing. 

“But we have to set some rules.”

He was allowed to kiss you in school, but only pecks to say goodbye or hello, unless someone was talking about the two of you or Genevieve was right next to you. Then he had the right to give you an open-mouthed-kiss. 

You tried to convince him that no one in your family would ever find out, but of course, he denied, saying that it’d be more realistic if he was caught sneaking out of your house at night. 

He set the rules that you had to go on his lacrosse games and the parties after that. 

Also, you told him that you had to be honest with each other and tell each other everything. It would’ve made no sense at all if he kept secrets from you. 

You’ve been fake dating for about 3 months now and there was no end in sight. Genevieve was jealous, that’s for sure but she was still dating that junior kid from UVA.

So as the year was coming to an end, Peter tried to convince you, to join him and go to the ski trip together, but you’ve never been skiing before so your answer was a clear “No.”

But Peter begged you every day. He wrote you tons of text messages and small notes that he left in your locker, telling you that you really have to come. So that’s why you were at the library, writing down all the cons and pros of going to the ski trip.

There was one big con written in capitals letter at the top “Genevieve”. There was another reason why you didn’t want to go to the ski trip. You were slowly falling for him. You would’ve never expected it, but it was only a matter of time for you to fall in love with him, thanks to the way he treated you. 

As if Peter knew exactly that you were weighting your options, he came through the doors of the library, searching the place until his eyes landed on you. His smile grew. You tried to hide the pro an con list before he could see it, but unfortunately, he had seen a bit of it. “There’s my favorite girl.”

“Peter stop it.”

“Why? He asked, sitting down in front of you. 

“Because I’m definitely not your favorite girl. We know that the place it your heart belongs to someone else,” you replied and continued to work on your papers.

Peter rolled his eyes and ignored what you just said. “What is that?” he asked, pointing to the stack of papers in front of you. You followed his finger and realized that he was talking about the pro and con list. 

Damn it, Y/N. Can’t hide it now.

“Um, it’s nothing,” you lied and crunched it together, putting it in your bag.

“That’s a lie. You know that I can read, right? What is that list for?”

You sighed, knowing that you had no chance against him. He’d be asking questions until you answered. “For the ski trip.”

“Come on, Y/N. I told you multiple times that you have to come!” he exclaimed. 

“I know! And I told you a hundred times that I don’t want to go!”

“Why not? And don’t say I just don’t want to go,” he said, mimicking you the way you always say it. 

Putting your head in your hands, you pouted your lips and stared at Peter for quite a while until he gave you a questioning look. “You really want to know?”

“Yes!” he cried out. 

“Okay, um… it’s just that the ski trip is supposed to be fun, right?” you began. Peter nodded. “And I just think that you won’t be having lots of fun with me sticking by your side all the time and I mean it’s supposed to be our free time and I don’t want to spend my free time lying, pretending to be someone I am not.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s hard pretending to be someone’s girlfriend when it’s all fake, okay? I don’t want to pretend while everyone else is having the time of their lives”, you admitted. “And I am sick of lying outside of school halls. I just want to spend my free time doing what I love.”

“So you mean, you are sick of me?”

“What?”

“You just said that you are sick of lying. So every time I spent the evenings at your place, or the times you come over to me, it feels like I am forcing you to spend time with me?” he questioned. 

You could see it clearly; the look on his face gave it all away. You could read him like a book by now. He was hurt. Your words had hurt him. 

“Yes! I mean no. I like it when we are spending time together… alone. I can be myself and you can be yourself. We don’t have to pretend when we are alone, but once other people are around, it’s like I am not myself anymore”, you explained. Peter pressed his lips together and took your hand, caressing your palm with his thumb. 

“Okay, okay. I get it. But maybe, when we are having lot of fun together, we don’t have to be with everyone else all the time, maybe then you would enjoy it. Huh? Come on, I’ll show you how to have fun with me while you can be yourself around me. I want you to feel as comfortable as possible with me,” he smiled.

God, he has to stop doing this, you thought. This was exactly why you were falling for him slowly. Even when you tried to push him away, he would always find a way to pull you closer. 

“Okay, you got me,” you gave in. 

Peter’s smile grew bigger and he placed a kiss on your hand before he let go of it. “Can I read your list now?”

“Never!”

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Days flew by and  the ski trip was coming closer. Peter told you everything you had to know for the ski trip. Who was hanging out together all the time, some flings that only happened during the ski trip and most importantly how to ski. You’ve never been skiing before, so Peter tried to convince you to ski with him down the Black Diamond. You had told him from the beginning that you’d decide spontaneously if you wanted to ski or not.

Your mom dropped you off at school where the bus was waiting for the kids. You scanned the bus and saw Peter sitting at the window waving at you. He pointed to the back of your mother’s car and mouthed “Need help?” 

You shook your head and turned back around, saying goodbye to your mom who stopped you right before you could close the passenger door. “Have fun, sweety. And remember what I told you about the thing with Peter!”

“Mom!” you warned her and gave her a warning look. “Don’t say it again! I won’t be having sex with him on the trip!” You shut the door and grabbed your suitcase from the trunk, making your way to the bus. One of teachers took your suitcase, saying that he’d take care of it while the other teacher next to him scribbled on a piece of paper, probably the attendance list. 

You climbed up the stairs and smiled once you saw Peter again. He told you the night before that he’d pack lunch for the two of you, so you wouldn’t have to pack something for yourself. Once Peter saw you standing there, he slid from the window seat, stood up and greeted you with a kiss on your cheek. “I know that you like sitting at the window.”

“Thank you,” you mumbled and handed him your backpack which he stowed in the rack above you. 

“I can’t wait to see your face once you see the view. It’s breathtaking!” he exclaimed and grabbed your hand. 

“Peter, you don’t have to hold my hand,” you said but Peter just smiled at you waited until everyone was ready. 

“So how exactly to I put on the skis?” you asked him again and he groaned. He had told you a dozen times and you only did it to annoy him, but he told you anyways because you were giving him the best puppy eyes. 

Once you were on the highway, your conversation was dying down and Peter took his phone plugging his headphones in. 

Oh, he’s already tired of me. This should be fun.

“Here,” he mumbled and gave you one of the ear buds. “I made us a mixtape especially for the drive.”

“You really did?”

He nodded and pressed his lips together, opening Spotify before he pressed shuffle on the playlist with your initials as the title. You smiled at him and leaned your head on his shoulder, nestling against him. 

After a few songs, your eyes grew heavier and you knew that you were about to fall asleep. “You tired?” 

You nodded and watched as Peter put his arm around your shoulder, so you could lean your head against his chest. The song changed to a slower one and combined with his heartbeat it only took you seconds to fall asleep. 

Peter smiled as he took your sleeping form in and placed a kiss on your head. 

“Aww, you’re too cute,” Trevor laughed who was sitting right behind you. 

“Shut up!” Peter whispered so you wouldn’t wake up. “She couldn’t really sleep last night. She kept texting me that her parents were fighting.”

“Sorry.”

Peter grabbed his phone carefully and put the camera on, snapping a picture of you snuggled against his chest. Immediately, he saved it as his home screen, so everyone knew that you belonged to him.

_______

Thanks to a pothole, you woke up. It was still light outside, but the sun was going down slowly, meaning that you still had around an hour to get to the resort. You tried to get out of Peter’s hold, who was also sound asleep, but once you moved, he started to wake up. “Mmh, too comfy,” he mumbled and pulled you closer. 

“Peter,” you groaned. “My arm is falling asleep.”

“Did you sleep well?” he asked you, releasing you from his grip while you stretched your arms. 

“Could’ve been better,” you answered and laughed once you saw his face. “I’m kidding!” you snickered. 

“You better be!”

“Okay guys, seems like we are arriving pretty soon. Ms. Nolan over here will hand out your room cards in the foyer after we checked in. Please wait until she is ready and do not make too much noise! Remember, we are not the only ones there!” one of the supervisors said through the speakers of the bus. 

“We are sharing a room, that’s for sure!” Peter exclaimed. 

“Why? I was going to share with Steph, and are we even allowed to?” you whispered. 

“No, but no one has to know. You can’t let your fake-boyfriend room with someone else. And besides, someone told me that Steph might have a slight crush on Trevor and guess who was going to share a room with me? Right Trevor. So no one will find out that we switched,” he told you. 

Shaking your head at the brown haired boy, you mumbled, “You sneaky little bastard!”

“Come on, I know that you wanted to share a room with me,” he bantered. 

“Oh you wish!”

It took around twenty minutes to arrive at the resort and Peter was right, it was breathtaking! While you waited for your suitcase, you could not stop staring at the mountains covered in snow. And to be honest, you couldn’t wait to race down the hills with Peter, although you had told him multiple times that you didn’t want to. 

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Peter asked, handing you your suitcase. 

“Indeed.”

While you were too busy marveling at the view, you missed the way Peter admired you. He was glad that no one could read his thoughts, because in that particular moment, he wished that it was him that you were looking at like that. 

“What?” you asked him, taking him by surprise. You had caught him staring at you but you weren’t sure why. Maybe he was regretting that he had to share his room with you now and not with Trevor. 

“Nothing. Let’s get inside. It’s cold and I don’t want you to catch a cold.”

By the time you entered the resort, Ms. Nolan was already handing out the room keys. Steph was standing right next to the stairs that lead upstairs to rooms, giving you a knowing wink. 

Peter had texted Trevor and Steph, telling them that you wanted to switch rooms because you wanted to have some alone time.

“Come on, Y/N! I already got our keys! Let’s get to our room!” Steph shouted across the foyer with a hint of sarcasm. Right next to her was Trevor, waving at the two of you, saying, “Yo, Kavinsky! 204, that’s our room.”

“Oh my god, can they be any more suspicious?” you whispered to Peter. Peter rolled his eyes and leaned down, “I’ll meet you in our room. You heard Trevor. 204. See you in a bit.”

You smiled at him and got on your tiptoes, placing a kiss on his cheek before you joined Steph to her room. You dropped your backpack right next to the door and sat down on the empty bed.

“Something seems off about you. What’s up?” Steph asked as she emptied her suitcase on her bed. 

“It’s nothing,” you lied and laid back, your feet were still tangling down. “Absolutely nothing.”

“It’s because Peter dragged you here right? I know you didn’t really want to come here.”

“No, not really. I am happy now that I am here,” you mumbled into your sweater. 

“What is it then? He’s not rushing you to anything is he? I mean you seemed so happy on the bus, you are happy, right?” she kept asking, now sitting down on her bed, knowing that this conversation was going to be more serious. 

“Yeah, yeah. I am happy,” you replied, rolling onto your stomach to look at Steph. 

“And why am I getting the feeling that you are lying to me? You know that you can tell me anything, Y/N! We’ve been friends since kindergarten. Is it about Peter? You know that you can still sleep here with me if you don’t want to sleep with him. I know that-“

“It’s all fake,” you blurted out, your hand rushing to cover your mouth. 

“What?!”

You sighed, scratching your head while you buried your face in the sheets. “It’s fake, our relationship.”

“I can’t really understand you ‘cause you’re mumbling into the sheets but I hope that I didn’t catch it right,” Steph said. 

You sighed again before you raised your head and pouted your lips, a habit of yours that you did whenever you didn’t know what to say. “You did catch it right.”

“And what do you mean with it’s all fake? It can’t be fake! You kiss all the time and hang out together! It’s been what?! Three or four months since you’ve been dating! This is a joke right? You’re trying to play a joke on me, right? Right?”

“No, Steph. I’m so sorry, but it’s true… Oh god, I just broke one of our rules,” you groaned rolling back onto your back, covering your eyes this time so you wouldn’t have to look at your friend anymore. 

“What do you mean, rules?!”

“We’ve got rules okay!” you exclaimed and stood up. “We promised not to tell anyone that this is all fake until he and Gen get back together! This is all made up for them to get back together! He wants to make her jealous, okay! But somehow he makes me jealous because I know that this is all pretend and I won’t ever have this for real with him!”

“You like him?” she asked you with her brows raised. 

You didn’t answer her, instead you kept on walking around the room. 

“Oh my god, you’re already falling for him, aren’t you?!”

You spun around, ready to tell her that she can’t tell anyone until a knock on the door was interrupting you. 

Thank god, you thought. 

“This conversation is not over, Y/N!” Steph told you as she opened the door. 

“It’s clear,” Trevor said, entering the room. “Have fun with Kavinsky!”

It’s been two hours since you arrived at the resort. Night has fallen and almost everyone had gathered at the fireplace downstairs. Peter was waiting for you at your door while you tied your shoes. You had tried to convince him to go alone but he kept on resisting that you had to go with him, saying that it would drive Genevieve nuts.

So here you were, sitting next to Peter on one of those cozy couches right next to the fireplace with Trevor and Steph in front of you. Peter pulled you closer until you were leaning against him with his arm around your shoulders. Steph gave you a look that you knew too well. She was scared that you were going to end up hurt, and to be honest, you were scared as well. 

You saw Genevieve entering the room and of course, she had to sit where she could observe the two of you during the night. Peter could feel you stiffen up, so he whispered, “Are you okay?”

You nodded and smiled before you placed a kiss on his cheek, turning back to Trevor as he asked, “So who’s ready for the big day tomorrow?”

“We are! Y/N over here can’t wait for me to teach her how to ski, right?” Peter said right away, loud enough for Gen to hear. She just rolled her eyes but kept watching the scenario. 

“Oh, I bet that I’ll be a fast learner. By the end of the day, you will only see my bum as I am faster than you!”

“I can smell a bet over there!” Trevor laughed. “I’ll bet twenty bucks on Kavinsky! I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Nah, wait and see. I’ll bet on her!” Steph said, giving you a wink. 

Before you could say anything more, Gabe came running to you guys and jumped right next to you on the couch, leaving no more room for you in case you wanted to sit normally and not in Peter’s arms. “Gabe, have you heard anything of personal space?” you asked him. 

“I’m sorry, but I heard that you two are sharing a room, so why don’t you go up there if you want to get all handsy!” he joked and earned a high five from Trevor.

Sighting, you caught Genevieve still looking over to you, but she tried to look away as soon as she saw you looking at her. You knew exactly that she was jealous as hell. This had been her first time on the ski trip without Peter as her boyfriend. She had always made sure that everyone knew about her fun-time with Peter on the ski trip. 

Time passed and you were slowly getting tired. Peter had the time of his life with his friends surrounding him, so you decided to head upstairs on your own. 

“Are you sure, that you don’t want me to come with you?” he asked you but you shook your head. “Stay. Spend some time with your friends. You got me all to yourself tomorrow.”

“OOOOOH, did you hear that!” Gabe shouted and made sure that everyone heard it. You just rolled your eyes at him and leaned down to Peter who was still sitting on the couch. “Good night,” you whispered, pecking his lips but Peter pulled you down again and pressed his lips to yours, kissing you more intense. 

_____

A soft melody woke you up in the morning. You glanced at the clock that was hanging right above the TV across your bed. It was only 8am. Peter didn’t seem to hear the alarm that he had set the night prior, so you hopped out of your bed and trotted over to his bed, pausing the alarm on his phone and nudged him carefully. “Peter, wake up.”

Peter just groaned and turned around so his bare back was facing you. You rolled your eyes and sat down on the bedside, shaking him a bit more. “You know, it’s not fair that I had to turn off the alarm that you had set and now you don’t want to wake up.”

“Let me sleep,” he mumbled into his pillow. 

His bare back with the moles on it caught your attention and you knew exactly how to wake him up. You attacked his side and tickled him, hoping that it would help. Peter shrieked and turned around quickly, grabbing your hands. “Fuck, Y/N! Your hands are cold!”

You just shrugged and pulled your hands away, tickling him some more. Peter giggled like a girl and tried to hide under the sheets. “How come your hands are so cold!” he asked in between laughs and grabbed your hands once more. 

“I don’t know,” you answered and stared at his hands. He was trying to warm your hands, rubbing them with his own. Your glance wandered from your hands to his face, his eyes that were fixed on your hands until he realized that you were staring at him. 

“Better?” he asked, looking at you. 

“Better,” you smiled. “Come on, let’s get ready for breakfast.”

After Peter took a long, a very long shower, the both of you got ready to head downstairs where most of the teenagers were already stuffing food inside their mouths. Peter grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers, dragging you across the room to Trevor and Gabe. Sitting down, Peter asked you if you wanted something to drink. And while you waited for him to come back with your coffee, Gabe gave you a look. 

“What?” you asked him annoyed. 

“Had fun with Kavinsky last night?” he asked, raising his brows. 

“Did you have any fun at all last night?” 

“Oooh, someone is trying to hide something,” Gabe groaned. “Or are you too shy to tell me your deepest desires?”

“Shut up, Gabe,” Peter said as he put your drinks down. “Come on, Y/N. Let’s get something to eat.”

After you had something to eat and ignored Gabe’s question, you were finally back in your room, getting ready for the day. You had packed the ski wear from your mom, since you didn’t have any. But looking in the mirror, you thought you were looking ridiculous. You looked like you were coming straight out of a 90’s movie. 

“It suits you,” Peter caught you off guard. 

“Really? Doesn’t it have any 90’s vibe at all? I mean who wears trousers with a zebra pattern on it?”

“Just wait and see what others wear. And by the way, there are so many girls wearing leo-pattern-jackets. You don’t have to worry at all,” he assured. 

“Yeah, but I’m worried about skiing. You know this is my first time, right?”

“I know, but you don’t have to worry at all. I’ll be by your side the whole time. And we don’t have to drive down the Black Diamond if you don’t want to,” he acknowledged. “But less worry, let’s get you on our skis.”

In no time, Peter had helped you putting on your skis and now you were on your way up the mountains, sitting in one of those lifts. You were tapping nervously on the rod in front of you, that prevented you from falling down, and bit your lip on your way up. Peter noticed the way you were acting and rolled his eyes, “What is going on in that little head of yours?”

“First, my brain isn’t little. Second, I’ll just make a fool of myself. I bet no one looks as stupid as I do when I ski.”

“Y/L/N, stop worrying so much. I bet you look better on your skis than most people and I think you look handsome in your ski wear,” he confessed, hopping off the lift as you reached the top. 

“You do?” you asked, almost falling down since you were too shocked. 

“Yes, and now concentrate before you really look like a fool,” he joked. 

You gave him a warning look and followed him to the trail. “Okay, any tips?”

“Rule number 1: bend your knees!  Bending your knees does a number of things. It forces you to shove your shins into the front of the boot, gaining control of your ski. I know it can be hard being in that position all day. Rule number 2: Never come to a standstill in the middle of the slope. You will get your knees knocked from beneath you by another beginner who has no idea how to navigate around you! Rule number 3: Keep your phone in your pocket! I know it looks breathtaking here but for god’s sake, Y/N, please keep it in your pocket. You do not have the skills to take selfies while on the move. Hell, it might be the last photograph ever taken of you and it won’t be a pretty one.”

“Peter!” you warned him and beat him with your stick. “You know I wouldn’t do that!”

“Are you sure? You love to take photos of everything! In case you haven’t noticed it, I did! Every time we hang out, get something to eat or go to the cinema, you’d take pictures of fucking everything,” he laughed. 

He noticed that?

“Okay, okay, whatever. So bend my knees, don’t stop and don’t use my phone. Anything else?”

“Well, my dad used to say ‘Don’t learn to ski if you have an overwhelming fear of making an idiot of yourself because chances are that you will.’ But don’t listen to that. Most of the things my Dad said were lies so yeah,” he muttered the last part. 

You knew that his father left them two summers ago, everyone knew because Genevieve made sure that everyone was nice to him.

“I don’t care what he said, I listen to your advice. So, Kavinsky, show me how to ski!”

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“Oh god, I can’t feel my legs anymore,” you groaned as you trotted back to the resort. Peter was right behind you, searching through his pockets until he found your room key. “Thank god, we are leaving tomorrow after lunch. I don’t know if I can walk for one more minute.”

As you reached your room you heard Peter laughing behind you. You turned around, seeing that he was still smiling at you. “What?”

“You just look like someone ran you over.”

“Guess what, it feels like someone ran me over. I think the last fall was too much for me. Didn’t you see me sliding down the trail on my bum?” you asked him while he opened the door. 

“Oh, I did. And luckily, I was quick enough to get my phone and record you.”

“You didn’t!” you exclaimed, closing the door behind you with your eyes wide opened. A small giggle left his lips, the giggle that you would love to hear all the time. “Show me!”

The smile on his lips wouldn’t fade away as he pulled his phone out and showed you the video. He laughed as you reached the end of the trail on your stomach, trying to stand up but you ended on your bum again. “Delete it, now!”

“No. I’ll keep it forever! It reminds me of that wonderful day with you,” he replied.

“Peter! This is my last warning! Delete it before I will attack you!” you warned him, opening your jacket, showing him that you were ready to jump on him any second. 

“You wouldn’t. I know you too well. All you do is talk but you never take any action and-“

Peter didn’t need to say anything else. You dropped your jacket and jumped on him. He didn’t expect you to really do it, so he fell back right on his bum. Luckily, his head didn’t slam on the floor, but as his arm fell to the side and he let go of his phone. Both of you glanced at the phone for a few seconds before you reached for it. Peter tried the same, but you were quicker, so he tackled you. Turning you around, he pinned you with your hands above your head under him. One hand held yours together while the other reached for his phone.

“Peter no!” you yelled and tried to get free. You wriggled under him, trying to turn you over, but Peter was stronger than you. As he got his phone back, he let go of your hand and you pushed him back. He dropped his phone before he fell over and grabbed the hem of your sweater, pulling you with him. You landed flat on his chest. Both of you were staring at each other, trying to catch your breath.

You could feel his breath on your face, so close was his face. His glace switched from your eyes to your lips and back up to your eyes. His face was coming closer and closer and before his lips could touch yours, you jumped away, scrabbling off his lap. “I gotta take a shower,” you whispered, slowly getting up. “Okay,” he whispered back with his head low. “I’ll change and get to dinner. See you there?”

“Okay.”

Oh god, was he really about to kiss me? Me?!

Your thoughts were driving you crazy while you took a hot shower. You were just standing under the steaming hot water, letting it run over your face instead of washing your body. If he was really about to kiss you, did it mean that he had feelings for you? Maybe your feelings were mutual. But there was only one way to find out, you had to tell him how you were feeling. Anyhow your fake-relationship would finally end, either he’d leave you because he doesn’t feel the same way or you’d end up together, but this time for real. 

You don’t know how, but somehow it took you less than five minutes to wash your hair and body before you were standing in front of the dresser with the towel around your body. You practically threw your clothes on and marched out of the room, ready to tell Peter how you felt. You were so confident in yourself, like you’ve never been before. 

Just as you were about to enter the dining room, you stopped. Right in front of you were Peter and Genevieve, hugging tightly, her fingers were playing with the hair right above his neck. 

You held your breath as you watched them for seconds. Genevieve finally opened her eyes and met yours; a mischievous smile crept up her lips. His back was facing you and you had no clue if Peter realized that you were right behind them. Genevieve pressed her lips on his cheeks before she whispered in his ear, “Thank you for spending last night with me, P.” It was loud enough for you to hear and you knew exactly that you were meant to hear it. 

Peter didn’t answer her and pulled away before he finally realized that Gen wasn’t looking at him but to someone else. He turned around and saw you standing there with your shocked expression.

“So this is where you spent the last night, huh? That’s why you wouldn’t want to wake up today,” you said straight to his face, ignoring the way Gen grinned. 

“Y/N! I… What are… This is not-“

“Save it, Peter,” you said cold and turned around, running back to your room.

You opened the door room and slammed it behind you, marching to the bathroom, ready to lock yourself in, but a hand stopped you from closing the door completely. 

“Peter, go away!” you roared and put your whole body weight against the door. 

“Y/N, please.”

“No!” you yelled and closed the door finally, locking it before he could open it again. 

“Y/N!” he shouted through the door and knocked on it. 

“Peter, go away!”

“No, I want to talk about it and I don’t want to shout through the whole room because you decided to lock yourself in!” he shouted, still pounding at the door. 

“There’s nothing to talk about! Why don’t you go back to Gen and leave me alone!?” you whimpered as some tears were slowly streaming down your face. 

Your subconscious was right. Never in a million years would Peter feel anything for you. This was all fake from the beginning, why change something about it?

“Y/N, please I can explain! I wanted to go to bed and Gen-“

“Peter, save it! I don’t want to hear it!” you shouted with more tears streaming down your face. “See! This is why I didn’t want to come to this stupid ski trip!”

“What? What do you mean? Y/N, please open the door!” 

You didn’t answer, instead you slid down the door and hit your head against it. 

“I don’t get it. I thought you didn’t want to come because you didn’t want to ruin it for me?!”

“Yeah guess what! That was a lie!” you replied and wiped the tears away. 

You heard him groaning on the other side on the door before a knock was heard on the door. Peter was leaning against it now, just like you with his head against the door. “Just tell me what’s going on in that head of yours, Y/N. I can’t read your mind! You’re driving me insane!”

“I’m driving you insane?! You’re the one giving me mixed signals all the time! And what about that almost-kiss?”

“Almost-kiss? Y/N, we kissed before!” he groaned, putting his face in his Hands

“I know! But only because we had to! But why imply to kiss me here, where no one could see us?” you said, slowly losing the temper.

“Why would I imply to kiss you? Damn it, Y/N! Maybe because I wanted to?” he answered. 

“And because I didn’t kiss you, you go running back to Gen? This is exactly why I didn’t want to come!”

“Why?! Why Y/N?! Just tell me?!” Peter began to shout again. 

“Because I thought that’s when you and Gen get back together, okay? People fuck on that trip! And I didn’t want to be in the same building when you two have sex together! And you want to know why?! Because I am fucking falling for you, Peter!” you finally told him the real reason why you didn’t want to go to the ski trip. 

It was quiet on the other side of the door, too quiet. “Peter?”

“You’re falling for me?” he asked quietly, “You are really falling in love with me?”

“I was! That was until I saw you with Gen just now! I was right. I was so right. While I was sleeping, hell I was probably still awake while you and Gen were doing it in her room!” you bawled at him as you were getting on your knees, facing the door to pound on them like you were pounding on his chest. 

“I didn’t… we just… Y/N? Why didn’t you tell me before?!”

“Then what? It feels like you keep your options open! I didn’t kiss you, so you go running to Gen… you know what?! This, whatever this is, is over. I don’t want to do this anymore, Peter! Leave me alone!” you told him. 

Peter didn’t know what to say, he just ruined everything that he was slowly building up, just because he went to Gen’s last night. It was slowly eating him up inside. He didn’t realize what a mistake he had made until now. “Y/N, please.”

“Peter, go!” you shouted through the door and hit it one last time before you fell back on the cold ground, rolled together. 

It has been minutes since you were huddled on the floor, crying like your heart just got broken into a million pieces, until a familiar voice brought you back. “Y/N? Is everything okay?”

“Steph?” you whispered and got up slowly, unlocking the door for her to enter the bathroom. “Is he gone?”

“Yes, he is,” she replied and entered the bathroom. “Oh god, look at you. You look like a mess.”

“I feel like it,” you mumbled and hugged her once she sat down next to you. “He’s such a prick!”

Steph let you cry on her chest. She stroked your back and made sure that you were feeling safe in her arms. “He came over to us once you told him to go away,” she said after a while. 

“I don’t care.”

“Of course you care. You wouldn’t be crying if you don’t. Why did you agree in the first time? I mean, why agree to fake date him?” she asked you. 

“I don’t know. I never really thought that I’d be falling in love with him. I thought that we were just pretending while we were in school, but somehow we spent more time together than we should, I think. I never wanted to fall in love with him, okay? You know that I told you multiple time that he’s a dick.”

“But why didn’t you listen to him?” she questioned, pulling you away so she could look you in the eyes. 

“Are you on his side now or what?”

“You know that I’ll always be on your side no matter what, but I can assure you, that they didn’t have sex last night.”

“How would you know?” you asked her this time, curious why she would know something like that. 

“Gen has the room right next to us. Trever and I heard them shouting. It wasn’t until Trever decided to see what was going on. They came back to our room and Peter told us what was going on. He had told Genevieve that they were over for good, that he has feelings for someone else now, you. I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this, but-“

“He just said this to you because he didn’t know that you knew the truth,” you interrupted her, wiping the last few tears away. 

“I knew it as well,” another voice said. 

Steph and you raised your heads, seeing Trevor with a robe on right in front of you. 

“You knew as well?!” you asked him shocked. So you weren’t the only one who broke a promise. 

Trever shook his head and pressed his lips together. “He told me s few days ago.”

“Where is he now?” you asked, slowly getting up on your feet. 

“He’s at the hot tub. I was trying to ease his mind, so we were hanging out in the hot tub, but he said that he needed some time alone. He should be still there,” Trevor replied with a forced smile on his lips. 

“Okay, okay. Maybe I can still fix this. Maybe, if I… I have to change, I have to change,” you mumbled to yourself and walked to your dresser. “Guys, I’m okay. I’m going to be okay. I’ll fix this, okay?”

Steph walked over to you and placed a gentle kiss on your head, “You got this.”

You smiled at her and thanked her before she and Trevor left your room. After you changed, you jumped the stairs down to the lobby and ran straight to the outdoor area where the hot tub was. 

There he was, sitting in the hot tub with his head hung low. It hurt you a bit, seeing him like this, but you weren’t the only guilty one. Yes, you told him to leave you alone, but he could’ve stayed. 

He didn’t see you approaching the hot tub, he saw you once you were standing right in front of him. You didn’t say anything as you opened the zipper of your jacket and threw it behind you. You just wanted to get in as fast as possible. Your bare feet were getting cold in your slippers. You dipped your feet in and carefully sat down on the other side of the tub, leaving enough space between you two. 

It was quiet, awkwardly quiet. You just stared at each other and didn’t say anything for minutes until Peter broke the silence. “You look like shit.”

“Well, thank you.”

Peter sighed. He knew you too well. He knew that you wanted to talk, but also knew that you would never take the first step. “Why are you here?”

“I’m sorry, okay? I overreacted, I know, but… it hurt seeing you with her so close right after we had a moment and somehow I thought that our feelings were mutual and once I saw you together, my whole world came crushing down,” you explained, your voice barely louder than a whisper. 

“She was apologizing,” he just said, ignoring that you were saying sorry. 

“For what?”

“She finally realized that I had moved on. She wanted to apologize for her behavior last night. You have to know that I just went to her room to tell her that it was over,” he replied. 

“But why was she acting like that then? If she really accepted it, she wouldn’t have said that. That’s just stupid.”

“I don’t know, Y/N, okay? It’s Gen, you have to remember that. She’s probably jealous. She might be on good terms with me but maybe not with you,” Peter said, shrugging his shoulders. 

“But why?”

“Maybe because she tried to kiss me last night, and before you can get angry again, let me explain!  She wouldn’t accept it, she wouldn’t accept that I didn’t love her anymore. She was trying to kiss me, yes, but I pushed her away and I told her that I was in love with someone else now,” he confessed, looking straight at you. 

“In love with someone else? Does it mean you love… do you really?”

“Yes, Y/N,” he exclaimed, running his hands through his damp hair. “We spent so much time together. I got to know you better, the real you, the one who cares for others more than for herself, the one who enjoys even the little things in life, even if it’s just a playlist with your initials as a name,” he laughed as he saw your irritated look. “I saw it in your eyes, they glow once you see something that makes you happy.”

“You notice something like that?” you mumbled. 

“Of course, I do! Because I am in love with you and you notice those things when you are in love with them.”

You pressed your lips together and sighed. If you had known this before the ski trip, maybe then you would’ve enjoyed the trip a bit more. You could’ve snuggled against his side at the fire place and enjoy it, but you didn’t because you always thought that he was doing it to make her jealous. All the things he did for you in the bus, holding your hand, sleeping with you in his arms, he did it because he really wanted to. He wanted you to be close to him, because he wanted to. He wanted it just like you. 

“Y/N, please say something.”

“I… I don’t know what to say,” you stuttered but got up from your place and stood right in front of him. The water was just reaching your belly button and the warmth of the water on your shoulders was missing. Peter could see the goosebumps on your arms and he immediately reached for them, holding you an arm’s length away. “Just say something.”

“I,” you began and closed your eyes, taking one more breath before you reopened them. “I love you, too.”

“I just wanted to hear that,” he smiled and pulled you closer until your chests were touching. He placed his hands on your cheeks and closed his eyes, closing the space between you completely.

Every time he had kissed you, you felt the sparks but this time, it was different. Knowing that he was feeling the same for you, knowing that he was in love with you, turned the kiss into something else. You could enjoy it for the first time. Peter put all his emotions into the kiss. His brows were knitted and every muscle in his face was tightened. You wrapped your arms around his neck just as Peter slid his hands down your back and placed them on your bum, pulling you closer until you were sitting on his lap, straddling him. 

You deepened the kiss and ran your fingers through his hair, pulling at them until you had to break apart. Catching your breaths, you realized that his eyes were darker than before. “I would kiss your lips forever, if you let me.”

You smiled and bit your lip, still playing with his hair. You had no chance to reply. His lips attacked yours again. A squeal left your lips before you kissed him back. You could feel every inch of his mouth exploring your own, you could feel the goose-bumps on the back of his neck that your own fingers brushed against but most importantly you could feel the complete and utter love and sincerity that he brought into the kiss. 

His tongue danced over your lips, asking for permission politely, which you granted. A moan left your lips as his tongue danced over yours, dominating you in no time. His hands slid up your back, slipping under the top of your bikini where he held you tightly. “Please, kiss me forever,” you mumbled against his lips. 

Peter pulled away and smiled at you, his lips were plumb and red. “I will.” The kisses turned into a heated make-out session and none of you cared, that you were out in the open. That was until his right hand landed on your knee, leaving a soft and tingly trail to your thigh. He stopped right where your panties began and grabbed the string on the side of your panties, pulling it until the loop opened. You held your breath as you stared at him with a mischievous grin on his face. 

“Peter,” you whispered and looked around you. “What if someone sees us?”

“You just have to be quiet,” he noted and put his lips on your neck. 

Your thighs were shaking from excitement until his fingers landed on the one spot you needed him the most. Your mouth formed an o as he worked on your nub, rubbing it in circles. “Oh god.”

“Pssst,” he mumbled against your neck, peppering you with kisses. 

“Faster, Peter!”

“As you wish,” he replied and placed his lips on yours, swallowing the moan that left them as he fastened up. He changed the position of his hands and rubbed your nub with his thumb now, sliding two fingers into you slowly. And if he wasn’t kissing you, you knew that at least now, someone would’ve heard your moans. You couldn’t really kiss him back, the tension in your stomach was growing and you had to concentrate on keeping it quiet. 

“Come on, Y/N. I can feel you tightening. Cum for me,” he said against your lips

“’m close,” you sighed and threw your head back, closing your eyes as you felt your toes starting to tingle. 

Your breaths quickened, your chest was moving up and down rapidly. His fingers squeezed just a bit tighter and it pushed you over the edge. Your vision went white for a split second before you were brought back to reality by his voice. “Damn it, that was so sexy.”

You were still trying to catch your breath as he placed another gentle kiss on your lips. “And I don’t want to stop here.”

“I know, don’t you think that I can’t feel your excitement?” you asked, running your hands over his bulge. He hissed, once your fingers danced over his length. “We better head upstairs. I don’t want people seeing more than they have now, in case someone saw us,” you whispered, climbing off his lap as you put another loop on your panties. 

Peter nodded and grabbed your hand, dragging you out of the hot tub in seconds before he helped you putting on your jacket. He threw his robe on and picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder so your barely covered ass was sticking out of your jacket. “Peter!”

He just shushed you and jogged through the lobby, ran up the stairs before he dropped you in front of your room. “Please tell me that you got the keys, or else, I’ll just take you here.”

“No need to, I got them,” you replied and grabbed the key from your jacket. You opened the door and let him in first. Closing the door behind you, you reached for Peter’s hand and pulled him against your body. He bit his lips and pushed you back against the door, putting one hand against it right next to your face. 

He was ready to kiss you some more. Licking his lips he leaned in, but right before he could kiss you, you grabbed his shoulders and spun you around. His back hit the cold door and the loop of his rope fell free. You took the chance and opened his robe fully, helping him out of it until he was standing there in his swim trunks. Peter did the same to you, he pulled the zipper down of your jacket, dangerously slow, until you were standing in front of him in your black bikini.

His swim trunks were so tight around his length; it was screaming to be freed. Your fingers ran over his boner, putting pressure on it with the palm of your hand. Peter bit on his lip, trying to keep quiet. Slowly, you pulled his trunks and let it fall once it was over his bum. With his eyes fixed on yours, Peter stepped out of them and kicked them away.

He fought against the excitement in his expression as he watched you dropping on your knees, your hand wrapping around his cock. He wet his lips, not daring to say a word as you looked up at him through your thick lashes. His chin dropped once you started pumping his already hard member a few times. His chest fell as he exhaled deeply, his head falling back against the door, hungry for you to continue. “You’re teasing.”

A loud moan escaped his lips as your tongue jetted out to swipe his length. You took his tip into your mouth as your tongue swirled against it a few times before bringing him in completely. You looked up at him again, his lips were slightly parted in pleasure and his eyes seemed to grow even darker. You moved your head up and down his length, speeding up and then slowing down. Your hand helped with the last few inches that wouldn’t fit in your mouth. 

Soft grunts fell from his lips as you quickened up. Your jaw began to ache but you continued to such his cock like a good girl. You felt his hips stutter and that’s when he pulled out. You sucked in a big gasp of air and tried to catch your breath.

“I don’t want to cum in your mouth. I want to cum in that tight little pussy of yours,” he said, grabbing you by the strings of your bikini top and pulled you up.

One hard push on your shoulders, and you were flying back, your thighs met the sheets on his bed and you fell back. Crawling up until your head was leaning against the headboard of his bed, Peter approached you in all of his glory and you were watching him like this was the last time you were able to see him like that.

In no time, he hovered over you, grabbing your thighs and putting them around his waist. The thin fabric of your swimming trunks were the only material between your extremities and you knew exactly that you were dripping wet for him.

He pressed his lips on yours and rolled his hips into yours, earning a moan from you. His tongue slipped past your lips, roaming your mouth until he battled with yours. Your fingers were leaving light traces on his back, driving him insane. His mouth moved from your lips to your neck, his teeth and tongue teasing gasps of delight from your reddened lips. Your fingers stroke through his hair and over his chest, back to his back and finally over his muscled arms, learning just how he felt.

He tugged at the knots of your top and untied them with such an ease before it joined the pile of clothing on the floor. He growled into your neck in approval at your breasts being free and used the lightest of touches, tracing the back of his fingers around the swell of your breasts and over your hard, sensitive nipples.

He pulled away from your neck and took your panties, pulling them down in one swift motion before he took your bare form in. “God, you’re so breathtaking.”

“Do you have a condom? I didn’t pack any,” you confessed, drawing patterns on his chest with your right hand. Peter just nodded and crawled off the bed, grabbing a condom that he had put in his backpack.

He joined you back in his bed and ripped it open, put it on his hard member in no time and hovered over you again. He pulled your hair back that was covering your face and gently stroke your cheek. The smile on his face gave it all away. He really loved, he was ready to show you how much he loved you and he was ready to give you all of it.

His hand slipped between your bodies down to your vagina. You were still sensitive down there and hissed once his fingers touched your clit. “You’re so wet for me.”

“All because of you, Peter.”

Cautiously, he sank into you, drawing a low moan from you. Your fingernails dug into his forearms on either side of you as you tried to anchor yourself at that moment with him.

Once he was fully inside you, he stopped, his forehead meeting yours. He closed his eyes, letting out a breath of relief that he felt at this moment. Your grip on him loosened, allowing you to ghost your fingertips over his skin. And if someone else would’ve been in that room, they could hear the sound of your hearts, trying to beat in sync.

“Oh fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned with a sinful roll of his hips that had you clutching whatever you could. One hand got to his back, nails digging into his skin while the other gripped the bedsheets.

His thickness felt to good, stretching you so wide. He groaned a reply and almost tormently-slowly, he pushed deeper, his thick cock stretching you more that his fingers could. He paused, allowing you catch your breath and adjust to just how perfect the other felt.

Peter groaned with pleasure and kissed you open mouthed, eager and lust filled, then he started to move. The pace started out so slow, his fingers dig into your hips, his mouth on yours then moving back to your neck with his hot breath on your sweat slicked skin.

You wrapped your legs around him, pulling your hips upwards so he’s even deeper with each thrust. Your fingers were in his hair, tugging and stroking while you moaned your delight from feeling him inside you. When neither of you can take it anymore, he sped up, still achingly deep. His thrusts were crushingly hard and your cunt so tight around him that the sensation was almost too much.

Without warning, Peter grabbed your legs and hitched them over his shoulders, creating a new angle that let him hit even deeper inside you with every thrust. Each time he moved now, the speed increased until he was pumping into you at a feverish pace. Your cries of pleasure were now silent as you writhed underneath him, on the brink of your orgasm. "Oh fuck, Peter,” you moaned as your legs started to shake. You’ve never felt something like that before. A continuous stream of curses fell from your lips as he found the perfect angle that had your entire core feeling as if it was on fire.

“I’m here,” he said in the most tender voice he could muster between the growls of delight. “I love you.”

It was the last thing you needed to hear before you could let go, finally finding your second release. He put your legs back down around his waist somehow, you didn’t even realize it due to the feeling of fire in your core. He held you tighter as the orgasm ripped through your body, his body also quaking as your arousal fluttered around his, drawing him further into you.

You cried out, as the orgasm was washing over you and you went limp beneath him. He didn’t give you a chance to breath before he started slamming back into you. Your core was still sensitive but you didn’t care. He just felt so damn good.

As you gasped for air, his lips met your neck in sloppy kisses. His hands clawed at your sides as he was quickly approaching his own climax. Peter came with a low pitched growl, as you were milking him dry.

“Shit you feel so damn good around me, babe,” he panted while coming down from his euphoria. He stilled for a few moments with his head on your chest, catching his breath before he gently slit out and crawled to the bedside and freed his penis from the elastic.

Once he laid back down on his bed, he pulled you close to him as he nested his head in your neck.

“God, this was amazing,” he muttered against your neck, the vibrations of his lips left tingles all over your body.

So here you were, sitting in the bus next to Peter on your way home with his headphones in your ear and your fingers intertwined, the same way you did on your way to the resort. But this time it wasn’t all fake, this time it was real. This time it was a real relationship.

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HOT SPACE

HOT SPACE

Fanfic

Pairing Brian May Reader

Warnings Smut 🔞

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- No.. I really like the "HOT SPACE" album Bri.. No matter what you or the critics might think..

- It's fuckin disco Y/N...

- Maybe it will take time for it to sink in for some people.. And it is just because you don't dance.. You'll never know.. maybe you like it later on..

Brian shrugged his shoulders and took down the last of his beer before he hinted to the bartender to give him another one

He looked around and saw John, clearly drunk dancing on around the tables, Freddie was happy, he chatted and mingled with everyone, Roger was cheerful and snuggled in his girlfriends neck

- Damn it.. This party sucks aswell.. maybe I begin tog get to old for this shit

The release party was a huge success for everyone.. well.. Everyone else but Brian

- Bri C'mon.. Cheer up a little, a new tour is coming, you enjoy to be on the road right?

- Yeah.. It's not that love.. Ehhmm, I have been thinking a lot lately and... I am well over 30 and.. Damnit.. I don’t have my own family.. Even Roger.. Can you believe Roger got a kid before ME!!

- Brian, you are drunk.., you have never mentioned this before..

You could clearly see the panic form in his eyes and even if he had been drinking, you knew he was right

You sipped on your drink and twirled the tiny umbrella between your fingers

- I am serious Y/N.. I have been so deep into writing and music that I have just literally missed everything else around me and.. I know that don't have a biological clock like you girls but... still... And you? You are still falling for wrong guys or am missing something?

You knew that he was right

All idiots were drawn to you like magnets, and you were closing in on 30..shit

- Sooo... What are you plan then, you are not exactly meeting your wife while sitting in your studio.. Or.. Hey.. You can go to one of thoose clinics and wank off in a mug... Giggle

- No fuckin way.. Are you fuckin mad??? I am kinda famous.. Have you forgot that?

You kept giggling, you could see him in front of you, sneak in there with a big coat and hat..

- Sry Bri... Just thought... Well... If not that and adoption is a deal for you.. I have a suggestion...

He stopped in motion and you could see his eyes widened like he already knew what you were about to say, you had been friends for a few years now and always joked about stuff but..

- Brian.. You want a a kid, a family... so do I, Ehhh.. Sooo ... why not help eachother?

Brian spat out his beer over the bar and almost dropped the glass and if his eye wasn't already fully wide..

His mouth fell open and he started to stutter and you were not quite sure if he was laughing or not

- Ohh.. Omg.. Y/N.. Ehh.. You said I was drunk but.. Omg.. You mean... Shit... Seriously?

He stopped laughing and looked and your serious face

- Omg.. You're really serious

- Hey guys!!! Cheer up!!!

Freddie came bouncing and slammed his palm in Brians back

- The party is over there!!, He pointed with his thumb towards the back of the room

- You go ahead Bri, I think it's time for me to go home..

- You sure sweetie? He wrapped you into a big hug that only he could, are we still having dinner next Friday?

- Yes.. I'll be over at 7 as usual.. You gaved a soft kiss on his cheek and saw him leaving with Freddie

You tried to not think of the embarrassing incidence during the week.

But had you really made a fool of yourself and said theese things? .. If so, you could only hope he would not remember any of it from that night

For as long as you could recall, you tried to hold on to the ritual to see eachother every Friday, from the beginning it was four of you from a science class, now it was only you and Brian

Of course it was a strouggle during the tour, but then he always called instead, from Asia, USA.. Sometimes boyfriends or girlfriends had joined and a few occasions you had been little waisted so you had shared a kiss or two, but.. never more...

You smiled for yourself while you jumped out from the taxi, Brian the hopeless romantic and gentleman

You really wished the best for him, a really sweet girl someone who..

- Y/N!!! HI!!!!!

- Hi Bri... Am I early?

- No.. God you look beautiful .., the food is in the owen, come in

He placed a soft kiss on your forehead and you breathed in his aftershave, he always smelled so good

- I brought wine, shall I open it?

You went into the kitchen where he had prepared vegetarian food, he were an amazing chef, your stomach almost screamed of hunger

He stod silent behind you.. watching

- Y/N.. The other day

- Bri.. I..

- No... S'alright.. been thinking tho... What did you mean when you said we should help eachother

Shit.. There was no turning back from this, he remembered.. every single word

Sometimes you really wish you were an ostrich

- You ok hunnie? He caressed your upper arm and an electrical stream went through your spine

- Brian.. Thing is.. You swallowed hard.. I was kinda hoping you forgot..

- I do not forget things like that Y/N..

You started to fiddle with the corkscrew..

- Have you changed your mind

- No.. No.. But.. I.. We didn't finish talk about it and.. It is not just to buy a loaf of bread you know..

It became silent again, you started to sip on your wine, no matter what were about to happen it was best to get shitfaced, in the corner of your eye you saw Brian pour a glass for himself aswell and never taken it down so fast

- Don't missjudge me, you are very attractive and it is not that... I wa.. I don’t... Damn it... But our friendship.. I am afraid that we are losing what we have..

- Me to Bri..me too, but I want a kid aswell .. And if this is the only way for us.. We might have both friendship and a baby..

- But... He put down his glass.. If it doesn't work.. I mean.. Do we ke..

- Keep trying? Yes.. I want it to work.., you closed the gap between the two of you

- B.. But.. This means that we are going to have sex right.. Shit.. I can't just.. you know.. without touching.. And..

He closed his eyes and bit his lower lip

You placed your head on his chest and trailed your hands up and down his back

- It's ok Bri.. It is just me...

- That's the thing... It's you.. You.. My friend.. My everything..

- Brian... Look at me

It was almost like he forbid himself to look at you, he shok his head and a tiny tear fell from his eye

- I want you... I want th..this.. s.. so bad.. He stuttered.. pl please.. let me kiss you

Finally your lips met, you let out a tiny whimper and your fingers tangled in his dark curls

You pushed your body against his and his hands fumbled with your blouse

- Oh.. No.. Brian.. Shit.. I want this to be so perfect.. Our first time.. Shall we.. shall we.. you phanted in his mouth

- It.. It is perfect love... It is with you..

He turned off the stove, the food were less important now, took your hand and led you down the hall to his bedroom

Never before had your own heart beaten so fast, it felt like your first time all over again, in one way it was but now it was with a man you were so sure of, that you had known so long

His head fell back and his eyes closed again.. you kissed him softly on his exposed neck and he started to breathe faster, his strong arms pulled you closer and you felt every muscle, every fibre in his body wanting you

- L.. Let me touch you..

His voice almost cracked

You helped him by taking his hand up to your breast and already hard nipple, he cupped it gently and started touching it while moaning in your ear

- Please Bri... I...

- Sssscchh... I know... I know.. Let's not rush it ok.. I have wanted to touch you for so long..

Your hips bucked against his crotch, you whole body was in flames

You tried desperately to unbuttoned his shirt and you both giggled a little

He cupped your face with his big hands and looked deep into your eyes

- You do know that I love you so much Y/N..

He kissed you with such passion and intensity, his tounge left a trail along your neck like a lava stream

- Omg Bri.. I.. I love I love you too...

- Mmmmm... There is soo much I want.. Mmm I want to do with you... I have thought about this so long..

He laid you down on the bed as you were a treasure, and hooked his long finger in your jeans

- Lift up hunnie

He smirked up at you and you tried to help him wiggle down your tight jeans, in same motion came your underwear and he gasped after air

- Brian... You have seen this before haven't you..

- N.. Not yours... Shit I.. Want to make you feel so good but I am afraid I might explode

- Bri.. We have time..

He took his long fingers and drawed patterns on your inner thighs while looking at your glistening core, with one finger he followed the slit between your folds up towards your nub and stopped

He looked at you while circling your clit fast with his thumb, his other hand held a tight grip around his member

He removed his thumb and replaced it with his mouth, he flicked his tongue in fast motion, he whined and whimpered against your core and you could tell he was struggling to hold back

- Ahhh Brian ohhh God, feels so good.. Ahhh yes....

Your walls were soon contracting in an orgasm and you took a firm grip in his hair and pulled him closer

- Bri... Ohh Bri... Please... I am ready.. Make me pregnant...

He looked up and smiled at you and once again you saw the tears were building up in his eyes..

Also you felt it...

This could be it..

It could be happening

He placed himself between your legs and kissed you soft on your lips and pushed a piece of your hair behind your ear

You felt him in your entrance slightly stretching you out bit by bit

You were trembling under him

You moved together in unison

His body were shaking and you knew that he could not hold back so much longer

- Omg Y/N... I.. Oh God ohhh.. I am so close...

He tried to slow down his pace but you stopped him by wrapping your legs around his back

- Ohh Yes Brian Fill me.. Fill me.. Please Ahh yes...

You could feel every vein on his throbbing cock was ready to push his seed inside your body

He snapped his hips a few more times until he came, you felt his warm wave of cum through your walls

Your final contractions emptied him on the last drops..

You wanted everything

All your limbs were tangled together, you laid like that for a long time before anyone said anything

- Do you think it worked Y/N?

- Mmmmm maybe?

- You know we cannot go back to the way we were even if it didn't work right away...

- I don't want to Brian...

- Me neither..

This had changed everything for you

And this first weekend actually did work... It planted a little seed inside of you

But neither of you knew that yet

That is another story

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[coconutsugacones]

BUGS BIRTHDAY "STASH"

san and I were cuddling on top of the couch, watching tiktoks and giggling, forgetting what personal space meant and then all of a sudden he He lifts up his white shirt off his body and came straight at my neck, attacking m with harsh hickeys

he took my shirt off and went lower and lower, kissing every inch of my skin. Normally I would have screamed at him to stop but these days my hormones have been acting on me and with all my emotions heightened, I start to enjoy it slightly moaning his name while my hans went up to his face he sliD my panties off and started slURPING up my insides like a slushie. It was when he started to suckk on my lil ball of nerves when the front door opened with an ASTrOmOnIcal Amount of force the door open bUrSt open and two clowns ran in. Two plump looking clowns in striped reD was all I saw for a few seconds in my aroused state. It was then I realised it was my two mates.

“just as it was getting good” i whispered to san as we tried to cover ourselves oP because we realized they we’re tryna film us to make a porno tape??. As Mals was trYnnA gesture at me to keep going, her clown nose detached off and rolled on to to sans ass.

mals tried to pick up her clown nose from sans ass but just ended up making it go further in his holé. "ahhh UhG" San let out a moan that I could only describe as something between an anime girl and a construction worker having a wank on his break.

now all 3 of us were gathered around sans ass, trying to get the clown nose outta his ass, we were working aT iT like a group of engineering students trying to fix a brokEn engine. Then rans had the absolutely thrilling idea of facetiming her bouyften Yuri for help getting it out. While I was trying my best to deter her away from that idea (cause hello that's mY BRO) San that mf spilled all his load on the couch

while ihu was busy trying to clean sans white mess up rans quickly called yuri up, knowing he had plently experiences with getting bALLs outta pacific holes

"yes it only works with strawberry ice-cream" we heard Yuri say. with that rans quicky went towards the fridge to look for the said icY GOodnESs. we were all confused with what yuri said, but at this point we were willing to try anYTHING to shimmy that ball out of there

"Shimmy yeah shimyy yeah shimmy yeah all allalassslll" San Started to sing. It was then rona’ came in with a bUCKet of the sweet stuff™️

She guided San to sit in the bucket and thanked the jeezis for his thin hips and snatched waist. The poor bOi was terrified as to why he was in this situation, calling for HOngJoon hyung even though he's hallways across the continent.

I was doing my best to comfort san, because even though he tried to play it off like it was cOOL*wink* i knew his ass was boutta freeze off

"okay next Yuri said we have to have one hand in the bucket with San" rans said "me MEEee" before I or anyone else could say anythinv, mals dunked her whole hands in.

mals instantly regretted dunking her hand in because it was colder than the mf nITROgen filled icecubes chan shoved up her vaheena the order day. Whilst mals was blowing on her hand as if THat will help we heard some pigeons from the balcony.

my whole face lit up when i realized my m8s were here for the rescue!

All three of us had the same idea and we ushered San in all his naked glory towards the balcony. "Okay San trust us this won't take long"

the pigeons gathered around san in a prayer circle and started chanting in some kinda weird oTher woRLDLY language that none of us had heard before. Slowly but surely the red nose started to slip out of san. This resulted in some ass simulations for the bOi and he stared get hard again, the moans now louder and echoing though the empty street

they all started to cheer clAP in joy, finally the ball was out! but wait what was that-

THE PIGEONS HAD ACCIDENTALLY SUMMONED SATURN 🪐

And there was Saturn! Makinb his way downtown.

san started whIMpering in fear as he didn’t want another ball anywhere nEaR his ass after that traumatizing incident. So we all headed back inside and the pigeon follows us in probably wanting a snack for their hard work. RAns wasnt having any of it and dragged each pigeon one by one by their wings outside and made them drink the now melted ice cream from the bucket.

ihus cancer ass didn’t want her m8s to be drinking anymore of her fiancés gREASE and led them into her bed to sleep, because after all without them san would prolly still have a ball in his ass. The pigeons were all drenched in the pink liquid but they all laid down on my bed like the good slavs they were. as i put the piegeons to resting, i realized we had to do suMN about this wandering satURN 🪐

I went out to sitting room to discuss what we should do about saturn and nealrh choked out sans cum from last night case there was saturn, leaning against the kitchen door just chilling on one leg

“sup ladies” saturn beybe-nim said with a wiNK as he started to hoP towards us

"soo I was thinkinnn" Saturn started with his gay ass voice as he sat down at our table and started helping himslef to sum mashuni and roshi. before saturn could help himself to more of MY food i was coming @ him but then san pushed me aside and started walkin towards sAturn, dick first, at full speed.

"Omg I totally forgot about sans demon kink!" Mals exclaimed taking out her camer and going behind the couch for that "angle" or watever..

san didn’t heard her aNd tRIPPED on the ground, dick in fULL erection and this was when Saturns gay ass Approached him to sing "hey I just met you and this is crazy but hears my number so call me maybe" but san got propelled towards the ceiling from bouncing of top of dick

I had ENOUGH of him flirting with MY mans and went over there and slapped saturn across his smug face.

Saturn immediately burst into tears saying something about how "none of god's niggas can be gay in peace" but the real cAtASrophe was his tears were absolutely boiling hot and dissolving the living room rug

at that moment, san knew EXACTLY what he had to do before the whole place melted into nothing. He laid down in submission, ass up as mouth open for saturn-sunbaenims tears.

saturn immidiAtly stopped cRYING and came over and slAPPED sans ass, at this point we knew we were overpOwERED by saturn and had to let him have his way if we wanted to live.

Even though I would have never been okay with it I decided to let Saturn have a quickie with my mans.this whole thing was unfair and it was supposed to be MY bIrdthay.

My girlies were comforting me and all of a sudden saturn peeled his face off to reveal he was acTUALLY WOOYOUNG all along and said “no homo bro”

"wOOOYOJnG I'm AbOUTTA KILL YOu" I screamed while going after him with ae fruit knife.

then san turned towards me and repeated a quote by the god herself “it’s not cheating if it’s your soulmate”

At This point i had had enough and scrmead at EvErONe to leave so I can go back to my room and chill in the AC with my pink m8s

while i was having some time with the m8s I realized it wasn’t really sans fault, and he only did it to save all of us. Wooyoung was to blame! did he think this was funny to do on my special day?? me and the m8s were discussing a plan to prAnK him bacc. I knew San and all of the clowns were taking refuge in my parents room so I headed there

when i went in i looked around and didn’t see anyone?? was i blind? I could’ve sworn i heard them in there. Then I went to the balcony and saw rans giving wooyoung the actUAl devil a blowjob so I quickly turned around and saw San and mols on top of the ceiling fan.

this made me even more mad! before i could address any of the problems that were going on my m8s quickly flew in to coMMeNse THe plAn. They grabbed onto wooyoung and started flyING him out of the house as fast as they could and I turned to him and said “if you wanna be saturn so bad go live in space”

My m8s unbottomed his shirt and started to fly him out almsot naked. I laughed to myslef cause he'd be having his purple nips out for the public to see. everyone stopped doing what they were doin and came out to thr balcony to see wooyoung being launched into space. But I wasn’t done with them yet! rans was cheating on yuri, san kinda cheated on me but not really? and mols probably invoted wooyOUNg here in yhe forst place.

I called for a group gathering and picked up the melted ice-cream goo with all my might and threw it on towards the traitors.

they finally got what they deserved! or did they? I looked at them and realized they were kinda elEcTRICUTING?? what the actual fuck they weren’t my friends this whole time but ROBOTS.

I gasped and took a step back in disbelief. Were they the AI robots KQ sEan kIm-nim talked about? But how did he actually manage to make and send them here?

i was so relieved but scared at the same time, at least it wasn’t my friends doing all of theese shenanigans but where were my ACTUAL frens.

The robots were now going going haywire in my living room and I was left to my own devices (literally) to clean it up and somehow get rid of them before my parents cake back.I concentrated all my negative energy on them and actually managed to throw them out of the balcony

They landed on the street and dissipated into thin air. I heard a loud elphephantd noise and looked up to see balcony San but now he looks even more like real San!

every thing was such a mess and i knew I couldn’t do it alone so i called him over to help me clean up and maybe sneak out to fiNd my real frens after that

He did a lil salute and ran straight to my house. I was extremely glads that he didn't reject me but honestly thou I did my hair the night before and was feeling like a bOUjee bitch WHo COULD deNy Me AAhA

we quickly cleaned up and went to look for the huMAN m8s

Whilst we were walking his hand slowly slipped into mine and I almost gagged on mylsef.

then I remembered sAN and how dissapeted he would be and sadly broUGHT ma hans back to myself and went aloNG. Balcony San started talking bout how he was a new trainee ata Japanese company-

we wandered along to this dark, kinda scary lookin hALL? all the lights were off and I couldn’t see anything. My clumoy ass slipped in the shiny tiles and balcony chan was too busy talking about CoLOr changing pigeons to notice it

as i helped myself up, balcony san pushed me into this bALL piT and all the lights turned on! then i saw my m8s and as i was gonna run towards them to hUg them i realized they decorated the whole place for ma borthday!!.my HUMAN m8s, rona, mols and sAN that is akakka

There was this huge redvelvet cake and a small lil stage to the side. When the stage lightings cam on I SAW MF Ikon and they started singing their songs but rock version with AcTUAl live drums and guitars. then all of the ateez members also came up from backstage and they all started singing together. San gestured atme to come up

Ateeze and ikom collabed to make me a birthday ballad song and I was fully bawling my eyes out while stuffing the caked in. From the corners of my eyes j saw rans and mals having a swimming battle on the marbled tiles.

i brought them all in for a group hug, even wet ol rans and mols and i thanked them for this amazing gift! this shore was a birthday to remember

[queenofcats17]

Submitted by Anon

You don’t have to do theese! Especially if you are overwhelmed! Just food for thought :D -Henry fell to the ground crying. What had he done? How could he have killed his only friend? Now Boris lay in the ink with thoose god awful voices. Thomas picked him up and help him to his chest. While Allison looked on.

-“Absolutely not, die” Sammy said, voice monotone. “You overreact you know that?” Joey replied with a smile.

- “THEESE ARE MY KIDS AND MY RESPONSBILTY AND DONT YOU FORGET IT DREW”

- A lullaby from Hell.

This has been sitting in my drafts for a long time. I’d almost forgotten about them. But, I think it’s about time I got to them.

Henry stood over the corpse of the creature he’d once shared a safehouse with. It would have been easier if Henry hadn’t been able to recognize him. But that thing had still been recognizable as Boris. It still looked like his friend. He almost didn’t notice as Alice charged him, furious at the fact that he’d defeated her creature. She didn’t get far before a sword was stabbed through her chest, but Henry wasn’t paying attention. He felt numb. Boris had been his friend. His only friend in this hellhole. 

“Are you alright?” The woman who’d stabbed Alice asked, stepping forward. She looked like Alice, a more perfect Alice. 

Allison and Tom hadn’t expected to find an untouched human in the studio. They’d heard that someone new had entered, and Alice and the Ink Demon had been particularly active, but they hadn’t thought they’d find something like Henry. Despite being thoroughly covered in ink, Henry still looked perfectly normal. He was still human. 

“Are you alright?” Allison repeated, stepping toward him again. 

“I killed him,” Henry said, almost choking on his words. “He was my best friend and I killed him.” Allison and Tom both looked at the corpse of Brute Boris, both wincing a bit at the sight. It was clear what Alice had done to the poor wolf. 

“I’m sure he didn’t give you much choice.” Tom rumbled.

“Alice obviously did something to him.” Allison agreed. “He wasn’t your friend anymore.”

“He must have been in so much pain.” It was as though he hadn’t even heard them. Henry fell to the ground crying. What had he done? How could he have killed his only friend? Now Boris lay in the ink with those god awful voices. Allison and Tom exchanged a glance. Given Henry’s obvious mourning over Boris, it was clear which one of them should be the one to comfort him. Sighing to himself, Tom picked him up and held him to his chest. Allison looked on, sheathing her sword. 

“It’s gonna be okay.” Tom patted Henry’s back. “You’re gonna be alright.” His attempt was rather awkward, but Henry seemed comforted, sobbing into Tom’s chest. 

“What do we do now?” Tom whispered. 

“Take him to the safehouse, I suppose.” Allison bit her lip. 

“Alright.” Tom looked down at Henry. “Come on then, big guy. Let’s get you back.” Henry continued to sniffle and hiccup as they descended. Allison was honestly rather worried about the man. Neither she nor Tom knew who this man was but he was obviously not okay. Although, none of them were okay. Not really. 

“Who are you?” Allison asked when they reached the safe house. Henry had been placed on one of their cots, still clinging desperately to Tom.

“M-My name’s Henry. Henry Stein.” Henry replied. 

“Henry Stein?” Immediately, Tom tensed. “As in, Joey’s old partner?” Henry nodded, sniffling loudly and wiping his nose on his sleeve. 

“Why did you come back?” Allison asked. He’d been long gone by the time she’d arrived at the studio, and no one had been allowed to talk about him. 

“Joey sent me a letter.” Henry pulled a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket. “He said he had something to show me.”

“He sent us a letter like that too.” Tom’s ears flattened against his head. Suddenly, a rumbling echoed through the studio. Allison instinctively reached for his hand. She remembered precious little about who she’d been before waking up here. But Tom made her feel safe. 

Henry tensed a bit at the rumbling. The Ink Demon was probably looking for him. He didn’t want to think of that thing as Bendy. Bendy was his child, the character he’d put his heart and soul into. The creature with Bendy’s form, the one that had killed Norman, that was not his child. He just wanted to go home. He missed Linda. 

“I never asked your names,” Henry said once the rumbling had stopped and they’d all calmed down. “I’m sorry.”

“This is Tom.” Allison gestured to Tom. “And, well, Tom says my name is Allison.”

“You don’t remember?” Henry asked. 

“Unfortunately.” Allison smiled sadly. “There are some people who can hold on to their identity despite the ink, but I’m not one of them.”

“I’m sorry.” Just going by the names, Henry had some idea now of who his rescuers were.

“There’s no need to apologize,” Allison reassured him. “You didn’t do this.”

“Alright.” Henry pursed his lips, pulling away from Tom. “I’m going to fix this. I’m going to set this right. I promise.”

“That’s a big promise,” Tom said. “You sure you can keep it?” 

“I will.” Henry nodded definitively. 

“Well,” Tom couldn’t help but smile a little. “I guess that means we’re a team now.”

“I look forward to working with you, Henry.” Allison smiled as well. Henry just nodded. He was going to fix this. For Boris. 

.

.

Sammy was a perfectly pleasant man to be around for everyone except for Joey. Sammy did not like his boss and was absolutely not afraid to express this distaste. He thought Joey pushed them too hard and had rather unreasonable demands. He was always completely polite and courteous, of course, but Sammy’s dislike of him was more than a little upsetting to Joey. Joey had a compulsive need to be liked by everyone. It bothered him that Sammy so blatantly disliked him. And so, lately, he’d been trying to covertly butter Sammy up. Everyone noticed his attempts and weren’t shy about teasing him. 

“What’s it today, boss man?” Wally snickered as Joey headed toward Sammy’s office. 

“Don’t you have work to be doing, Franks?” Joey asked with a forced smile. 

“I’m working,” Wally replied, putting his hands up. “See? I’m moppin’.” Joey watched him for a moment before sighing. 

“Very well. If you must know, I’m going to invite Sammy to the ballet.” Joey pulled out some tickets from his coat pocket. “They’re performing Swan Lake and I thought Sammy might appreciate it. Tchaikovsky is a spectacular composer, after all.”

“Yeah, Sammy’d probably like that.” Wally nodded thoughtfully, leaning on his mop. “Still don’t think he’ll wanna go with you, though.”

“Nonsense!” Joey said brightly. “This will definitely win him over!” He’d gotten them front row tickets, right in front of the orchestra. 

“Well, good luck.” Wally turned away to keep mopping, snickering to himself. Joey huffed and made his way to Sammy’s office. This time, this time it would work! He knew for a fact that Sammy had been trying to get tickets to this performance. He’d overheard him talking to Norman and Jack about it, lamenting his struggle. Sammy would definitely thank him for this!

When he arrived at Sammy’s office, he found him talking with Susie. They were going over the songs for that day, talking about specific bars that Susie was having trouble with. 

“So this note is an F sharp?” Susie was saying, pointing to a note on the page. 

“It is. Should I mark it?”

“No, it’s fine. I think I’ll remember in the future. I kept wondering why it didn’t sound right. I was singing an F flat.”

“Good afternoon.” Joey knocked politely on the door. “Might I have a word with you, Sammy?” 

“Of course, give me a moment.” Sammy nodded to him, then looked to Susie. “Is there anything else you’re having trouble with?”

“No, that’s it. Thank you.” Susie kissed his head. “You two have a fun meeting now~” She winked at Joey before disappearing out the door. Satisfied, Sammy turned back to Joey.

“If this is about today’s songs, you’ll have to give me a little more time.” He said, folding his arms. “Susie needed some clarification about the song she’s recording today, so I took some time out to help her.”

“No no, it’s not about that.” Joey shook his head. 

“Alright.” Sammy frowned slightly. “What is it?”

“I heard you’d been trying to get tickets to the production of Swan Lake at the theater, so I got us two.” Joey held up the tickets. Sammy blinked. Joey waited for some kind of response, his smile wide and hopeful. 

“I’m assuming you want me to go with you,” Sammy said after a moment. 

“Yes.”

“And I’m assuming this is you trying to make me like you.”

“…No.” Joey’s smile dropped a little. “….Maybe?” He could have sworn Sammy smiled. Just a little. 

“Not everyone needs to like you, Joey.” He said. Joey could feel the color rising in his cheeks. He turned away, trying to hide his red face. 

“I know that.” He cleared his throat. 

Sammy chuckled quietly. “Alright. Fine. I’ll go to see Swan Lake with you. If it’ll get you to stop trying to desperately win my favor.”

“I am not desperately trying to win your favor!” Joey sputtered. 

“Could’ve fooled me.” The corners of Sammy’s mouth twitched up in a smirk. “Anyway, when will it be?”

“Next week on Sunday,” Joey said. “It starts at 1 pm.” 

“Alright.” Sammy withdrew an appointment book from his desk, penciling in the event. “Should I meet you there?”

“I’ll pick you up!” Joey suddenly brightened. “It’ll be like a date!”

“Absolutely not. Die,” Sammy said, voice monotone. 

“You overreact, you know that?” Joey replied with a smile. Sammy let out a small huff, turning back to his desk. 

“I have work to do.” He announced, a clear sign for Joey to leave. 

“Alright, I’ll see you later~” Joey practically skipped out of the room. He’d done it! He’d gotten Sammy to like him. Sammy rolled his eyes as Joey exited. Maybe he’d been a bit harsh on Joey. The studio head did seem like he was getting better. 

“He’s so weird.” He muttered. At least he was getting to see Swan Lake. 

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Henry had done it. He’d finally managed to find his way to the heart of the studio where he knew his old friend was waiting. He’d left the toons with Allison and Tom, along with the battered Sammy, vulnerable Susie, and rattled Norman. He entered the ink machine, following the cramped hallways until he came to where Joey was waiting. His friend was sitting on what appeared to be a throne in the middle of a small room. Around him, projectors were playing scenes from the Bendy cartoons. 

“Hello, Henry.” Joey smiled and it was the same smile that Henry had always loved. The smile that had convinced him to go through with so many bad ideas. He looked the same as Henry remembered, although there were streaks of grey in his hair. 

“Hello, Joey.” Henry stood in the doorway, ax at his side. 

“It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?” Joey stood up from his throne, smiling softly down at him. “It’s so good to see you.”

“I wish I could say the same.” Henry kept his expression closed and guarded.

“I’ve missed you, Henry.” Joey descended the throne to stand in front of Henry. He tried to reach out and hold Henry in his arms, but Henry slapped his hands away.

“I want answers, Joey.” He said. For a moment, Joey looked shocked and hurt. Then the expression faded, replaced by his showman’s smile. 

“Well, alright.” He chuckled. “What do you want to know?”

“This.” Henry gestured around. “What is this? What the fuck were you thinking?” As Joey opened his mouth to answer, Henry stopped him again. “And you can stop with the voice.”

“What voice?” Joey asked, his smile growing forced. 

“You know what I’m talking about, Joey.” Henry’s eyes narrowed. Joey’s smile dropped. When he spoke again, his voice was lower, the showman act gone. 

“I brought our characters to life, Henry. I thought you’d be happy about that.”

“Happy? That you sacrificed our friends and employees to make your little plan work?” Henry asked, feeling his temper beginning to rise. “That you traumatized my children?”

“Our children.” Joey corrected him with a small smirk. “We’re a team, aren’t we?”

“I meant what I said,” Henry replied coolly. “I created them, I put the work into them. You just stepped in and took credit for them when all the hard work was over. Just like you always do.”

“That’s pretty rude, Henry. I thought we were friends.” Joey was smiling again, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. They remained cold and detached, staring into Henry’s soul.

“I did too. Until you stole credit for all my ideas.”

“We needed to get exposure,” Joey said. “No one was going to listen to a pitch from you. You never liked speaking in front of crowds anyway.” He waved a hand dismissively. “Besides, what matters is that I got them into the public eye! I made them household names!”

“I made them.” Henry’s hands curled into fists at his sides. “They’re my children. You don’t even care about them. You just want to use them.”

“They’re just characters, Henry.” Joey sighed and clicked his tongue as though he was talking to a particularly slow child. 

“They’re not just characters!” Henry snapped. “Not to me, not to Susie, not to anyone who actually cares about them! They’re so much more than that!”

“Henry-” Joey tried to back up to remedy his mistake, but it was too late now.

“THESE ARE MY KIDS AND MY RESPONSIBILITY AND DON’T YOU FORGET IT DREW!” Henry took a step forward, jabbing his finger into Joey’s chest. It was clear that whatever Joey had been hoping to achieve, it wasn’t going to happen. He’d crossed a line, and there was no going back now. 

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Something was wrong. Sammy wasn’t sure where he was. He was laying down, his head in someone’s lap. Something…Something had happened. Someone had hurt him. He’d been betrayed and abandoned. Anger rose in his chest and he tried to get up. But someone gently guided him back down.  

“My dear, sweet prophet, where do you think you’re going?” A woman’s voice graced his ears. Her voice was like silk, sliding softly across his mind. 

“An angel…” He mumbled, his words slurred and muffled. The woman giggled. 

“Why yes, I am an angel.” She said. “I’m Alice Angel~” Alice Angel…Yes, he knew that name. But this didn’t seem right. This voice…it wasn’t Alice Angel…He knew this voice. 

“Susie…?” The name came unbidden to his lips. 

“No!” He instinctively covered his ears at her shriek. 

“No.” She repeated, softer this time, her voice shaking. “No, I’m Alice Angel. I’m Alice Angel.” She took a deep, shaking breath.

“Why don’t you let your angel sing to you, my dear?” She started to stroke his hair. His hair? For a moment, he was confused. Wait, why had he thought he didn’t have hair?

“Yes, please.” He curled up, allowing her to continue to stroke his hair. 

“Come little children, I’ll take thee away, into a land of enchantment.” She began to sing, her voice soothing Sammy. “Come little children, the time’s come to play. Here in my garden of shadows. Follow sweet children, I’ll show thee the way. Through all the pain and the sorrow. Weep not poor children, for life is this way. Murdering beauty and passions.” 

As she continued, Sammy found himself drifting deeper and deeper into sleep. Nothing mattered but her voice. He was safe with her. He would always be safe with her. His Lord was no longer worthy of his praise. The Angel was his savior now. 

Alice smiled to herself. It appeared Sammy would be useful to her after all. Kissing Sammy’s head, she continued to sing. She was going to like having a prophet, especially now that he resembled his human self a bit more. Yes, she was going to like this.