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thatdeadaquarius · 3 months

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I have a random idea for some sagau crack loosely based on my dynamic with my friend so Im giving it to you because I have been enjoying your sagau language stuff :D

Imagine there are two readers that are two different people. Like, not as in clones they are just two separate people that are rlly good friends on earth. They both really like genshin and play the game, and they both have self aware teyvat citizens. Reader 1 is a whale. They invest a l o t of money on the game, have all the characters, and all the characters have five star weapons. They are like the usual sagau reader you see. They have used up so much money on getting all of the characters, and I mean A L L of them, best weapons, constellations and put a lot of care into it. The place where they really get to show off is their knowledge and love for the lore, and are really invested into it and read all of the artifact descriptions and books. They know about primordial one, the four shining shades, random useless facts about items and often rant to reader 2 about their theories. Their quest bar is always empty because they did them to check out the lore of the game, and are always searching for more lore. They basically play everyday and are always reacting and talking to the characters out loud, unaware that they can hear them.

Meanwhile, Reader 2 is a f2p who is only interested in the archon quest lore and the lore of their fav characters. Because they are f2p, their options are limited so there is some blatant favoritism. They choose their fav character to save up for, and then pull for them. After they get the character they want, they will no longer pull and save up from there. Because of this, they only have like 5 five stars and only have zero five star weapon. Their favourite character is their main(*cough* wanderer *cough*), and unlike reader 1 who uses all of their characters regularly, reader 2 sticks to this character for most of their gameplay unless they need to use someone else. However, reader 2 takes almost an entire month to finish building a character, because they go overboard with the artifact stats. You would expect to normally have a 50 180 crit ratio, but reader 2’s dps characters always, and I mean ALWAYS have 50 200 crit ratio or more. Like, their main (it doesnt have to be wanderer but Im putting him here anyways) has 70 and 200 crit ratio, is crowned, full 4 pc best in slot, and is even crowned and faruzan only needs like 200 er but reader 2 gave them 300. (Im totally not putting this here because this is what I did/j) Reader 2 is also the type to never speak while gaming, so the first time they spoke everyone turned it into a national holiday to be celebrated. They also play a lot less than player 1. Player 1 plays everyday while player 2 plays for a month straight and then takes a long break to wait for the content to pile up.

So these two gremlin besties are always speaking with each other, and are always on coop. Whenever player 1 needs help making team comps or building characters, they just ask player 2 for help. And whenever player 2 needs help understanding the lore of the game, they ask player 1. But all I can think abt is the first time they cooped. Imagine player 1 was using childe and then when the coop starts, both childe and wanderer are very confused as to wtf is going on. Like, childe is confused because he sensed a strange aura coming form them like whenever someone gets controlled by reader 1, and wanderer is confused because reader 2 seemed so excited that they were talking, but its just childe? Reader 2 always skips childe’s banners.

Thats it lol, hope this wasnt too long.

Not long at all! Or more like, I like long asks so feel free to share! :D

IM SO SORRY ITS LIKE MONTHS LATER TO GET TO YOU I PROMISE I LOVE UR STUFF AND AM SUPER EXCITED TO SEE IT,

IM JUST SLOW AND GOOFY 😭😭

Said friends in genshin like: ^^^

this kinda inspires me/reminds me of @mists-reading-nook soldier/poet/king post, you should check xe stuff!! Gave me brainrot to this day tbh, like im imaging how that “3rd King style of worship” would look like even now lmao ive been down bad 😭

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Sun: 2 Readers! (as desc. above), (you/they/them)

Orbit: Headcanons-ish

Stars: wanderer/childe, mentions of others i forgot to focus on any one character or nation :/

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: mild cussing language, & Trigger Warnings: none known.

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

dual symbolism everywhere, obv you both thought “for the twins” but it just kept getting out of hand the more the game updated over the months lol

like shrines/temples/churches showing up more often in new countries/areas and always identifying the same 2 gods

obv the for-the-lore player picked up on it first, and by the time the trickle-down effect happened, where characters/NPCs were outright talking about these gods, the 2nd was asking the lore knower to explain lol

the 2 gods kept getting referred to by a few names, like “The Soldier and the Scholar” or “The Sage and the Warrior” or “The Keeper and the Pursuer” etc.

after awhile of comparing both of your games, you realize that some vision users/gods tend to use the soldier/warrior/pursuer titles more often when talking about one of you, and the other gets the sage/scholar/keeper more often

u both get excited, maybe its bc you chose diff travelers or some other reason, but when u try and post abt it or otherwise ask other players u get a lot of negatives/”hasnt happened for me”s??

u both just think the games glitched or some dev is playing a prank on you two maybe,

it gets weirder when u both realize the lore player be over here getting random gifts from all the characters in the mail all the time

and just as grinding players like “ :’( my favs don't like me?? but they have the best artifacts and maxed friendship levels..”

they get flooded with multiple gifts from their main characters, most of which benefit the grind tbh lmao (like a bunch of cheaper materials or crystals to level up artifacts/weapons or to ascend that character = no more slaughtering every samurai on sight for their handguards or collected a fuckton of those blue layered mushrooms for wanderer)

god u were both grateful to this glitch ngl, it saved a lot of dumb misc tasks and was just a nice touch

no but the amount of confusion inside the game from when u first started playing together, like each of ur games began with stuff abt 1 god, then as u co-oped moved onto 2 gods (like said at the beginning)

the lore player is blabbing away like you do, which begins to be heard by the other player’s game world

like it starts as whispers in battle, then all the time, then a quiet convo in the background all the time, until they can just hear u out of earshot esp word for word when they focus!! at first the vision-users/gods got all excited bc their god was speaking!! finally!!! until I'm sure they heard narration that didn't fit/it was there sometimes even when their god’s presence wasn't?/voice sounded “off” to them/didnt fit their god…??

ok ik u were joking abt the national holiday,,, but I’m not. 😈

THE FIRST WORDS 2ND SPOKE BEING IN A PROPHECY, REGARDLESS OF WHAT IT IS THEY SAY.

Player 1, playing as Childe, steals a singular (1) sweet flower from Player 2, who has Wanderer out:

P2: “I seriously hate you. Listen to what I’m saying, I can’t stand you.”

(Wanderer panicking that its abt him- Childe freezing bc he managed to piss off a god that feels as powerful as his own- the PROPHECY LMAO- )

P1: “… you miss me.”

(everyone else: 💥vine boom sound 💥😦😨😰???)

P2: “I hate you.”

P1: “You miss me and you love me, why must we fight??”

(everyone else: 💥vine boom again💥🤨🫠??…)

P2: “I hate you-”

P1: “-we gotta good thing going on, you and I, why must we tussle??”

(everyone else: 💥yet another vine boom💥 💀💀)

(the absolute deep anxiety/pure confusion as the two harbingers heads just ping pong back and forth towards the voices lmao)

u two scare the shit out of any characters u do this with lol

they do get used to it as u talk, and the characters even manage to interact (thru hacking magical shenanigans and discord)

to send thank you gifts to player 1 for getting player 2 to talk more lol

along with sending copies of any lore books that player 2 has gotten that player 1 hasn't!

and it becomes common/tradition to exchange gifts like this to thank or appreciate the other god, like player 1 characters sending thank you gift copies of rare materials or ascension stuff that player 1 had that player 2 didn't (esp making sure to send during resinless hours lmao)

overall, 10/10, whats better than 1 god that plays one way? 2 gods that compensate for each other and now u have 2x the worshippers

(i wonder how meeting alternate versions of themselves would go, bc id like to headcanon that each of ur behavior towards them/ur unique influence has changed them a bit comparing, like they arent carbon copies anymore, not like they used to be…)

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hey sorry for slowing down guys!!

i just feel bad its taken me forever to get to these asks, so i wanted to take what time i could lately and charge thru them so i could spam post lol

I've also been working on fics! so that's delayed things by a lot, bc fics take longer to “respond to” than short asks or replies

my poor bsd fic

Anyway thank you so much for sending this in!!! I'm so sorry i took forever to get to it, and i hope u enjoyed response/my brain shitting this out lol

have a good weekend!! :D

Safe Travels Anon!!

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owliellder · 7 months

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Two's A Crowd

College Bully! Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader

MDNI 18+

(Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5)

Description: College is proving to be a lot harder than you imagined. You cannot fail this math class. So when you've tried everything else, a well-known student is recommended to you by your professor for tutoring lessons, not really leaving you with much of a choice but to work with him.

Warnings: Not proofread, No Use of Y/N, Dub-Con, Unprotected Sex, Bullying, Yelling, Cursing

Tags: College AU, Bully! Leon, Shy! Reader, both are in their early 20's, Leon is Rude AF in the beginning, Loss of Virginity, Oral Sex, Fingering, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Additional Tags to be Added

Author's Note: I've been late posting this entire series 😭. i explained a bit when anon asked, but i LOST my compression gloves and got a new pair relatively quick on top of my $200 medication 💔 my wallet is in shambles guys

ANYWAYS thank you all for sticking around and bearing with me!! i kiss and hug everyone!! even though i haven't responded to comments lately, i read every single one and it always makes me giggle ♥️♥️

Cross-posted onto AO3

Chapter 5

The drive back to your university with your mom was excruciating. You hadn’t told anyone what’d happened which meant you had to keep a happy demeanor around them throughout the holidays up until now. Dread had settled in your stomach once the drive began and continued to spread the closer you got, similar to when you’re headed to the doctors or the dentist, just a million times worse.

Texting Ella and Sky had helped a surprising amount, turning the majority of your anxiety into rage. Ella was furious when she found out, so her fury, and Sky’s, quickly became yours.

They hyped you up, ready to be at your side and assist in tearing “that shitty fratfuck” to shreds. The support meant so much after everything, especially after the reality of it all set in; you’d seen the picture via snapchat from someone you didn’t know, so how many others had seen it?

Your worst fear was being seen as easy, being used like you were. But you weren’t, were you? Your friends had made sure to try and convince you otherwise, you had to give them that, yet even with the facts laid out in front of you, it was still hard to divert your thoughts away from that ever-looming self-doubt.

Seeing the campus come into view only served to solidify those thoughts and feelings. No matter what Sky and Ella had tried or are willing to do for you, it just wasn’t enough to fix what’s been done.

Your mom helped you bring your suitcase up to your dorm, giving you a tight hug and a kiss on the temple before saying goodbye and heading on her way. Playing okay around your family all winter break was exhausting, so you just chose to sit in silence on your bed instead of unpacking your stuff. Always prepared, you wanted to get here a few days early, using unpacking and settling back in as an excuse, when really you just needed time to collect yourself before the inevitable happened.

He was here, and you were sure he’d seek you out eventually once he spotted you, or maybe when one his friends did and the word made its way back to him. Whichever way it happened, you knew it’d be unfavorable.

“Hey,” Ella’s voice from the doorway caught your attention, “you look miserable..” How hadn’t you heard the door open?

“I am miserable, but uh.. let’s just pretend I’m not, okay?” You replied, barely cracking a smile as you glanced up at her.

She gave you a weak laugh in return, letting the door close as she slowly sauntered over to you, plopping down right next to you on the edge of the bed. “Fine, yeah. You haven’t shown me your schedule yet, by the way.”

“Oh, right-” you paused to reach over and grab your bag, rifling through the various papers in there until finally pulling out the schedule you printed out a couple weeks back. “It’s mostly the classes that aren’t fun.” You stopped to look at your schedule for a brief moment before passing the paper over to Ella, who quickly snatched it from your hand.

She squinted dramatically, holding the paper only a couple inches away from her face. “Yeaaah, these aren’t the best. At least it looks like you’ll have the majority of your pre-reqs out of the way for next year though.” Her observation made you chuckle with a nod.

“Which is what I’m trying to do. Work myself to the bone now, chill out later.”

“Don’t kill yourself trying to do everything in one fell swoop.”

“I promise I won’t Ella, this is just how I-” A knock on the door drew both yours and Ella’s attention away from each other, an immediate scowl settling on her face. You wanted to ask, but it seems she already knew what you were going to say, quickly shushing you in a hushed voice, “Sky won’t be here until tomorrow night. Don’t answer that.”

You paused, thought for a moment, then nodded once with pursed lips. Ella was a pretty serious person, the mom of the group you could say, so when she pulled that tone, you knew better than to test it. Besides, you didn’t want to see who or what was on the other side of the door, you needed more time.

The next day was a little better, if uneventful. You finally brought yourself to unpack your suitcase, a chance to reorganize everything since you’d gotten a few new things over the holidays. Ella stuck close, bringing food up and into your dorm to take advantage of the empty mini fridge while the two of you binge watched a few random movies.

You stayed cozied up in your bed, having already mapped out and memorized your walking path for each class; longer, less foot traffic to and from. All you had to do was get through the rest of this year, that’s all. Little extra walking never hurt anyone, right?

When classes actually started, the long and complicated walks actually worked for a time; no one gave you strange looks, no one tried to talk to you, and it was pretty quiet. Scenic. But everyone knows everything good must come to an end eventually, and of course it had to be when you were just starting to forget all of this mess.

He caught you between classes. Scenic walks backfired massively when you realized there wasn’t anyone else around on that part of campus. Guess you didn’t think this one all the way through.

You couldn’t help but notice he looked pretty roughed up, sporting a few bruises along his cheekbone, a split lip, and a healing black eye. Seems he’s been busy over winter break.

“Listen, please listen-” Leon pleaded, holding his hands out in a weak attempt to trap you in the hallway. All this did was make you even more uncomfortable. “I know what I did was wrong, but I was not the one who sent that picture around, I swear.” You just stood in place after a few tries to get around him, giving him an almost bored stare. He didn’t really expect to finally catch you, so he stumbled over his words as he continued to ramble.

“I-.. I’m so, so sorry for doing that to you,” he slowly lowered his hands back down to his sides once he was sure you’d stay to listen, “I know that what I did was terrible, and I mean it when I say that I am sorry. I wish there was a way to turn back time and undo it, but I can't. I can't even explain why I did it in the first place, but that's not an excuse. I just- I messed up big time and I was- am stupid for letting it happen.”

To you this seemed sincere, but you really couldn’t be sure and it was safe to assume it wasn’t. Leon managed to trick you for months, who’s to say this wasn’t a trick as well?

Your look turned skeptical, crossing your arms tightly against your chest with a shaky breath. Despite handling this better than you thought you would, it was still nerve wracking having this kind of talk.

“I'm not good at this, but I'm more than willing to do whatever it takes to make things right, if that's even possible..” Leon breathed out, panting as he tried to catch his breath after talking so fast. “I managed to uh-.. to find everyone who had the picture and I made them delete it.”

“I made them delete the picture.” He repeated, taking another moment to breathe before suddenly looking down to yank something out of his pocket. “I-I got your uh-.. these-”

Seeing him hold up your panties so casually made you gasp, immediately looking around the hallway to make sure it was still empty before shooting him a glare, whispering a harsh “Put them back! Put them back!” which made him scramble to hide them in his pocket again.

“Right- right, sorry! Sorry…” Leon was sweating at this point, growing increasingly anxious under your gaze. He didn’t want to mess this up any further, but man he was doing a pretty shitty job at that right now.

His hands were shoved into his pockets as well, both of you blushing with embarrassment, and also shame on Leon’s part. Once he managed to slow his breathing, he started to talk again, a noticeable frown tugging at the corner of his lips. “You don’t.. have to forgive me or anything, I just wanted to make sure you knew that hardly anyone knows and-” His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed dryly, turning his head to the side to look at the wall, “.. and that I’m sorry. I really do like you, I guess I just took a little too long to realize it…”

You made another quick glance over your shoulder before looking back at the man trembling in front of you who was still avoiding your gaze. You wanted to hate him so bad, so bad, but it was hard when all you could see was the Leon who was so sweet, the Leon who let you cry to him when the weight of the world was on your shoulders and made you feel so wanted and loved.

“Can we-” you cleared your throat and pulled the strap of your backpack further up onto your shoulder, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet. “Can we talk later, maybe? Like, in my dorm? I don’t want anyone overhearing any of this..”

Leon perked up when he heard you talk, pulling his hands from his pockets to nervously rake his fingers through his hair, which was now partially damp from the sweat beading off his forehead. “Oh- OH! Yeah, of- of course, yeah, I’m sorry I didn’t- I just needed to-”

You waved your hands in front of your chest, shutting him up so he didn’t spill any further. "And throw those away." He nodded silently, wiping a hand down his face until it settled right in front of his lips, probably knowing he was talking too much at this point.

There was one more class you needed to go to that day, so you hurried off after telling him to wait outside your dorm until you were done, and he promised he would. Very adamantly, too. At least he held true to his words, standing in the hallway right in front of your dorm room like a lost puppy when you turned the corner. It was cute for a second, though annoyance quickly replaced that feeling as you walked over and let him in.

You weren’t exactly ready to have a full blown talk, but then again, no one ever was. What made it easier was your roommate never returned that semester, assuming she dropped out, so you basically had the whole dorm to yourself for the rest of the year. Or until someone had a roommate issue and needed a change. Didn’t really matter to you at that point.

There was really only one thing on your mind and that was getting Leon to explain this whole ordeal to you. You needed detail, clarification, anything to help you understand what’d been going on behind your back during that time. And he did, telling you just about everything he could; who suggested the bet, who roped him into the idea, the second guessings he had since the start, how he could’ve done literally anything else to avoid the way it all played out, everything.

Obviously you couldn’t just forgive him like that, even though he kept telling you how sorry he was and how terrible he felt about it. You wanted to forgive him, but you weren’t ready, and he understood that. He would’ve been satisfied with any response you gave him, so having been given the chance to really explain and have you listen was more than enough in his eyes.

“And just so you know, my friends aren’t going to let you off the hook,” you pulled your legs up so you were sitting criss-cross on the bed, looking across at Leon who was sitting on the bed opposite of yours.

“Yeah, I know..” he chuckled awkwardly, reaching a hand back to rub at the nape of his neck. “I was honestly expecting them to jump me, but they just give me evil looks whenever they see me.”

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, making a mental note to question Sky and Ella about that later. “You’ll never get nice looks from them again and I won’t be vouching for you.”

Leon nodded, silence blanketing the room as you’d finally run out of things to discuss. Though it was awkward, it was nice to have him hanging around again. “Anyways,” you started, standing up from your bed slowly as you vaguely gestured towards the door, “I need to study, sooo…”

“Oh, yeah, totally, uhm..” he followed suit, standing up from the other bed before sauntering over to the door as you held it open for him. He walked out and turned around almost instantly, a small smile suddenly appearing on his face once his eyes met yours, his arms jerking upwards slightly as if to suggest a hug.

“Don’t push it.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

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fbfh · 3 months

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curiosity is a wonderful thing - ch. 7

wc: 2.4k

genre: slowburn, friends to lovers, fluff

pairing: audrey x ben, eventual ben x daughter of alice!reader

warnings: none I don't think?? the word biznautch (which is not a word but I'm sure tuco and saul would disagree)

summary: you and ben catch up while you walk around campus. you talk about the isle kids, and ben wishes desperately he could be as close to you as he wants to.

song recs: honey and the bee - owl city, galactic bloom - bee and puppycat ost

a/n: huzzah i am back from the dead!! (sort of). anyway definitely expect a slow trickle of sporadically posted long form fics and regularly scheduled drabbles and asks. love you guys. love that you love curiosity as much as I do. here's a fit. as a treat. :* (also expect things to get real dramatic real quick)

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After the next day, things begin to settle down and go back to normal. The Isle kids start their remedial goodness classes, the boys try out for sports, and Mal tags along with Evie as she socializes between class periods. You find yourself running between campus and your dorm where you’d forgotten your report on your desk after the late night before, and end up feeling that you’re quite discombobulated for most of the afternoon. Ben, of course, is as busy as ever. You don’t think you’ve seen each other for more than two seconds today, and you can’t say you like when things get all frantic like this.

After classes, and after your quick detour to Wonderland, and after Ben’s meeting with Fairy Godmother and tourney practice, you try to figure out what to do until the junior royal council meeting today. Audrey will be there - if she decides to show up, that is. You also received RSVPs from Aziz, Jordan, Lonnie, and Herkie. The main topic of discussion for this meeting will be to plug in with them and get an idea of how the student body is feeling with the addition of the Isle kids to the school. If there are no major delays, Ben and Herkie should be able to get back to tourney on time to get ready for the match later. It’s going to be a huge deal - the first big game of the year - and the whole school is buzzing with excitement.

You sit at a table outside by the school’s hedge maze, sipping some tea as you finish your homework. It’s peaceful, and the weather is ambient. Your mind zips and buzzes around like a bread and butterfly, flitting between your history of magic worksheet, where you’ll explore next time you can sneak off to Wonderland, how Ben is doing - and by proxy, how the Isle kids are doing. A warm breeze passes by you, and you can smell flowers as it swirls around. Hydrangeas maybe? No, lilacs. Definitely lilacs. You hear footsteps approaching down the cobblestone path leading to the gardens and hedge maze. When you look up, you’re surprised to see Ben in his tourney uniform.

“Ben!” You exclaim happily, standing up and scurrying over to greet him. He opens up his arms to wrap you in a big, warm hug. He’s a little sweaty from practice, but he doesn’t smell bad. You don’t think Ben ever smells bad (maybe a little bit like wet dog when he goes swimming, but it’s not overbearing or unpleasant.)

“What are you doing here?” You ask, wondering if he’ll be able to meet all the tasks on his agenda without running late. He shrugs a little, smiling as he pulls away.

“I was nearby, I thought I’d stop by for a few minutes before getting changed for the junior council meeting.”

You smile up at him with a knowing, appreciative look. His dorm is nowhere near the gardens, and seeing you was definitely not along the way. But your heart warms that he still took some time out of his blackberry jam-packed schedule to stop by and see you. You know if you don’t walk him back to campus he’ll never get changed in time, so you gather up your stuff, tucking it somewhat neatly back in your teapot bag.

“Well, your timing couldn’t be more impeccable, as I was just about done out here.”

Ben chuckles a little, and you walk alongside each other towards the rest of campus.

“So, how did tourney practice go?” You ask. You know the whole team is really excited for this game, but they’ve been putting a lot of pressure on themselves too. Ben takes in a breath before replying.

“I think we’re just about as ready as we’ll ever be.” You nod, humming in agreement as he continues. “I mean, running drills and plays is great, you can never practice enough. But unless we can actually apply the plays on the field the way we do them during practice - on a good day, at least-”

You chuckle with him, remembering all the stories of how questionably tourney practices can end up when the other players are more focused on goofing off than improving their skills.

“That’s when we’ll actually see some improvement.”

You nod in approval.

“Hopefully Chad will learn how to actually complete a pass, too.”

A loud laugh bursts out of Ben. He never would have said it outloud, but you both know you were thinking it. “Yeah,” he agrees with a chuckle, “that- that would be a very good day.”

He glances down at you, walking close beside him. Just like how you always seem to know just what he’s thinking, he’s gotten pretty good at reading your mind in that same way. He knows the question that’s rolling around the tip of your tongue, itching to get out.

“The new transfers are doing well, too.” He nods.

You’ve both heard countless people calling them the Isle kids, and it seems to be catching on. You and Ben had both hoped that they would be known as transfer students at most - the whole point is to help them assimilate to become part of Auradon, not constantly remind them of the past. But if there’s one thing you and Ben both know about people and politics, it’s that you can’t control public opinion. Or word of mouth. As long as they’re not bothered by it, you and Ben don’t feel it’s any issue, but you still call them transfers out of habit when speaking to each other. You just hope they’ll trust you enough to express any discomfort or upset that might arise.

“Jay has been… crushing it at tourney.” He says with a slight chuckle and disbelieving shake of his head.

“I can’t believe he hadn’t had an opportunity to play before now,” you agree. “Imagine how great he’d be if he’d been recruited before now.”

Ben agrees, and a resolute silence settles over the two of you for a moment. If he keeps playing and improving like he has been, Jay could easily land a spot on a pro tourney team after graduating. Ben wouldn’t be surprised if he was recruited before then. If he had been given an opportunity to play before now, he would practically have a guaranteed career handed to him. Probably more than one. It’s so terrible that his talent was wasted before now, and if he hadn’t pushed for this proclamation…

Ben’s mind begins to wander back to the other poor kids stuck on the Isle. He knows they’re meant for more than that, that there are future doctors and activists and artists walking around there every day. Future friends that he can easily see growing into established pillars and cornerstones of the community. He gets that ache in his chest, that impulse to just say fuck it and bring everyone over at once. He curbs it as soon as it shows up. He knows that the way to make that happen, the way to repay them for all their unnecessary suffering is to make sure he puts in the work right here, right now. If he wants to bring more people over - which he fully intends to do - he has to make sure that the first four succeed.

“Oh,” he starts, pulling out of his train of thought, turning his attention back to you. “And Carlos?”

You look at him, eager to know how he’s doing.

“You’re never going to believe this,” he starts with a chuckle, “Carlos and Duke have been inseparable for the better part of a week.”

He watches you closely as he speaks, not wanting to miss the moment when you realize how great this is. He watches as your eyes widen and you let out a delighted gasp.

“Really?” You exclaim. Ben is already nodding, smiling right along with you, swept up in your infectious joy.

“Yeah, I-I couldn’t believe it, I mean, he was terrified of dogs - his mother called them…” he struggles for a moment to remember the exact phrase Carlos had used. “Rabid pack animals.”

“What?” You can’t believe anyone would hate animals so much, especially enough to make someone else so deathly afraid of them. “Why on earth would she-”

“I don’t know.” Ben finishes for you.

“Sounds like-”

Something Audrey would say.

You catch yourself, thinking better of it before completing the thought.

“Oh,” you pretend to interrupt yourself with a more important thought, “how is Evie doing? She was having a difficult time in class today.”

Ben nods sadly.

“Yeah. I spoke to Doug about it. She, uh- she was reading her answers off of something.”

“She’s probably nervous.” You add. “I mean, education isn’t exactly the Isle’s top priority…”

It’s the understatement of the century, and Ben quickly sees where you’re headed with that. If none of the Isle kids were ever in an appropriately challenging or attentive academic setting, of course Auradon Prep would be overwhelming. Ben nods, realizing the same thing.

“I’ll work with the faculty- see if I can set them up with some tutors once they’re a little more… settled in.”

You nod, about to say something when you pause in your tracks. Ben stops, looking back at you and wondering what he missed. Before he can ask, you let out a sigh.

“Look at this!” You exclaim, gesturing to a section of brick wall encasing a topiary. It’s been painted in shades of green, purple, and black spray paint, expertly crafted into a dynamic dragon silhouette. You turn back to Ben, frustrated at all the potential going to waste on the Isle.

“Please tell me she’s signed up for some sort of art class.” You ask, somewhat rhetorically.

Ben follows your gaze, noticing the paint that now decorates the previously barren wall.

Ben chuckles a little, agreeing with you.

“I’ll be sure to-”

“Oh! Did I tell you?” You exclaim, suddenly remembering something you’d been desperate to tell Ben earlier that day. Ben, used to all sorts of interesting twists and turns in conversations with you, simply files his thought away on a little post it note in his brain, and turns his attention back to you.

“I don’t know, did you?” He asks, somewhat rhetorically.

“Do you remember how I told you about the wildflowers and their song recitals?”

“Of course,” he nods. How could he forget anything you tell him? Especially when it’s about Wonderland?

“The poppies and the peonies have begun to argue over who’s going to sing the alto solo in the second verse.” You state as intensely and dramatically as if you were recounting the most mind boggling argument you’ve ever seen. As you recount the increasingly petty arguments between the flowers, the clashing of their personalities, Ben realizes this probably is the most mind boggling drama you’ve ever seen.

Ben listens intently as you describe the clashing personalities of and different cliques forming among the Wonderland wildflowers. His heart sinks a little in that way it always tends to when you talk about Wonderland. He wishes he could go there with you. It breaks his heart that he’ll never be able to see it first hand, that you’ll never get to show it to him. He wants more than anything to be able see where you’re from, to take it the wonder. He knows how much it would mean to you, which is more than reason enough. Besides, he feels like if he could just go there, if he could stand in the same place where you feel most at home, he feels like he could really, finally understand it. Understand you.

But he knows it’s too dangerous. You both do. He just wishes you had someone to protect you, to keep you safe.

“Is it dangerous there?” He had asked you once. “No.” You’d replied with a coy smile. “Not if you know what you’re doing.”

“Do you?” He had teased. You laughed. You nudged him with your shoulder.

“As much as I know my tea.”

That settled it for him.

He knows that even if you did have some sort of bodyguard with you down there with you, you’d be the one protecting them.

“Oh, by the by,” your voice pulls him from his train of thought as you approach the school. “Don’t worry about those papers for the next council meeting, I’ll drop them off for you.”

He had completely forgotten about that.

“Are you sure?” He starts to ask, but you’re already playfully waving his concern away.

“Pish tosh.” You state.

“Okay…” he concedes, chuckling at your turn of phrase.

“I wasn’t done.” You state, with a humorously serious expression.

“Pish tosh, fish wash, bish bosh, coin toss.”

His chuckle has turned into full blown laughter.

“Car floss, hair loss, kiss squash, witch watch, biznautch.” You finish. “It’s bad luck not to say the whole thing.” You counter.

“I’ll… I’ll remember that, bunny.” You nod your head curtly. “Here, uh-”

He fumbles through his bag for the papers to hand you, which you accept happily.

“Right…” you tuck them into your teapot, pulling out your messy, worn in planner. It always has a million things sticking out of it and falling out from between the pages. Every time you take it out, Ben thinks it looks so… frazzled.

“Right right right,” you mutter, making a noise when you find what you’re looking for. “So. I drop off the papers, check on the party planning committee, then a quick dip down and back in time for the tourney match.”

You look at Ben for approval, making sure you hadn’t forgotten something. He nods.

“Yes. And I am going to go check on the transfers-”

“Text me and update, please?” You ask sweetly. Ben knows you don’t have great reception in Wonderland - but more than that, you usually wind up so engrossed that you forget you even have a phone. Despite this, you love coming back up to Overland to be met with a flurry of texts from Ben. Random thoughts, reminders he worried he’d forget, and anything else flitting across his mind between when you left and where you were.

“Of course,” Ben smiles, then continues. “Check on transfers, meet up with Audrey, warm up and practice with the team, then it’s game time.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You state, reassuring him you’ll be back in time no matter what. You look down at the rabbit hole opening up at your feet, then back up at Ben.

“Either of them.”

#curiosity is a wonderful thing #curiosity #descendants #descendants x reader #ben florian #ben florian x reader #daughter of alice #daughter of alice!reader #friends to lovers #slow burn #YOOOOOO I LOVE YOU GUYS #I HOPE YOU ENJOYYYYYYYYYYY #MWUAH MWUAH MWUAH #IM THROWING KISSES!! THROWING ROSES!!!!!#<3333

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peach-and-bugs · 10 months

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hii, jackie anon again back with another rq ^^ could you do dialogue 18 w/ jackie taylor if it's not too much trouble?

🐇Unadulterated Loathing - Jackie Taylor (1996) x fem!Reader🐇

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Summary: You could never understand why everyone in your school seemed to hold sweet Jackie Taylor up on some gold-plated pedestal. After all, she was just like every other pretty, popular, well-off teen girl, right? And highly doubt you're opinion of her will change after you're stuck working on your big Ap bio final with her...

Warnings: angst, but a happy ending, mildly suggestive yet tame humor

Word Count: 3,875

A/N: wow, this was way longer than I planned for it to be. Quick note: So I'm headcanons that Wiskayok High School/school district is kind of like how my school district works, where there is more than one elementary school, but the kids all come together and go to the same middle school. so y/n and Jackie didn't know one another till middle school. As always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading! 🐇

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Ap Bio had become both your favorite and least favorite class in you’re schedule. On the one hand, You’d always had a fondness for science, but there was just something special about biology. It clicked in a way that no other subject did for you. You also loved your teacher to the point of often staying behind during lunch to continue talking about whatever you’re class topic had been. But now, the problem of your lab partner has arisen. Jackie Taylor, Wiskayok High School’s sweetheart, has been assigned as your new lab partner for the last quarter of the year. You were stuck with the queen bee for the entire final quarter working with her on your big bio final, and you were ready to slam you’re head into a wall.

Jackie had never done anything to you. You had no idea if she knew you existed till now. But you couldn’t help not liking her. There was just something about that shiny smile and the way the curls in her hair always laid perfectly over her shoulders that got under your skin. But she hadn’t done anything to make you not like her, and that alone just made you more irritated with her.

She didn’t start a conversation right away when she sat next to you after you’re new assignment together. Your group was assigned to look into the effect of different types of hormones on gene expression, which wouldn’t be too difficult, and if you’d like, you could probably do all the work on your own. That would be good in case Jackie turned out to be one of those girls who expected you, the class nerd, to do the project anyways. You’d had that happen a few times now in group projects, so what’s one more time, right?

You were listening to your teacher go over the guidelines for the assignment and show you examples from the past few years. You periodically scribbled down notes for future reference. After a bit of time, you began watching the clock, leaning your cheeks against your palm with an unintentionally pointing lip as you waited for the bell to ring. You wanted to leave class today, unlike most days. Maybe you’d hide in the library with your lunch and read up on your topic to get a headstart on the project. You decided it was better to assume you’d be doing it all on your own from the jump than to be blindsided, right?

But as you waited for the bell, watching the hands of the clock tick away, your gaze began to wander. First, you watched the jock at the table next to the door, trying not to fall asleep. Then you moved on to the girl behind him reading a romance novel behind her textbook till you faltered again to Jackie sitting at your right. She was scribbling away in her notebook, honey-blonde hair obstructing any meaningful view of her face. The lined paper of her notebook had notes written in curly, clean handwriting, yet the margins were littered with doodles of flowers and bunnies. She was currently scribbling away at one of her doodles, having grown tired of notes the same as you.

She only caught sight of your staring when the bell rang. Startled out of your haze by the clanging sound you'd waited for, you blinked, swallowing hard when you’re suddenly met with her bright hazel eyes as she brushed that hair that had been in her face out of the way and behind her ear. You felt your eyes widen as you sat frozen, but only for a second before you frantically started packing away your things into your backpack like the rest of your classmates. You could feel her stare, but she said nothing. That is, till she shook out of her daze.

“Uh, hey-” she started as you began to leave. You’d hustled to the door but stopped at the sound of her voice, leaving you standing awkwardly by the door, hands clutching the strap of your backpack tight. “Do you wanna plan to meet up and work on the project?” she asked as she packed her notebook away into her bog, periodically looking up and back at you as she undid the zipper. You were surprised by the offer, and it delayed your response.

“Um. Yeah, I guess we can,” you mumbled, feeling fidgety under the attention. She gave you that sparkly smile that she gave everyone when she looked back up at you, bag hung over her shoulder.

“Great! You free this afternoon?” you were surprised she seemed so eager to get working. You awkwardly nodded and felt your heart begin beating faster as she walked towards you.

“Don’t you have soccer practice, though?” you said quickly, shuffling ever so slightly away from her. She now stood right across from you by the door. Having her attention like this was strange, and you could only describe it as anxiety-inducing.

“Shit, you’re right. I completely forgot about that,” she laughed, and you felt your stomach drop. “Well, we could always make Saturday work as long as-” she began babbling on about something you didn’t feel like you needed to know about to the point that you began feeling nauseated.

“Hey, can we plan this tomorrow, maybe? I’ve gotta go,” you interrupted, lying through your teeth with your skin itching to get away. Jackie stopped what she was saying, and for a fleeting second, it looked like her smile had faded.

“Oh, yeah. We’ll talk tomorrow then,” you'd already begun leaving before she could finish calling goodbye, which you knew was rude, but all you could think was how you had to get away. Which was even stranger considering she had been acting so nice! Jackie had never been nice to you. Well, Jackie had never been anything to you before. Why was her being nice so startling? You wracked your brain over it all as you hustled into the library to hide among the bookshelves.

You could finally take a real breath when you found a secluded table tucked away in the corner of the library, nestled in with all of the books but by a window, which let a nice stream of light bask down onto the table. You arranged your things, found a few books on your project topic, and got to work, reading and periodically scribbling down notes as you ate the lunch you’d packed that morning. You’d stay there through lunch and into your free study hall period. Getting your study hall directly after lunch had to have been some kind of godsent.

You’d gotten into a real groove or taking your notes. By now, you had to have nearly three pages, front and back, filled with different tidbits you could mention in your project. You’d lost track of time and your surroundings as you listened to your walkman while working. You were only shaken out of your little bubble when you heard a strong, purposeful throat-clearing beside you. You looked up to see Jackie standing over you with a few books in hand. You stared wide-eyed, forgetting about your headphones. That is, till the blonde scrunched her brow and gestured for you to take them off. You did, muttering your apology as the headphones hung around your neck.

“I see you got started,” she chuckled again. You felt yourself grow embarrassed, like you’d been caught with your hand in the cookie jar after saying you’d had enough sweets for the day. Your eyes faltered away, down to your notes, as the grip on your pencil tightened.

“Uh, yeah. I have a free period, so I thought I might as well,” you mumbled, fidgeting with the corner of your paper, folding it into itself.

“Oh! Me too” She paused, looking around as though someone might see despite the table being tucked out of most people's way. “Well, mind if I sit? You could share what you’ve started, and we could make a gameplan,” She suggested. Given your current situation and the way you’d practically run from her earlier, you had no reason to decline, so you nodded, moving some of your things out of the way. She sat down at the other side of the table, but not directly across from you, more so diagonal. Maybe she could feel your apprehension about working for you. It wasn’t like you were trying to hide how you felt, but thinking she might know didn’t help the nauseating feeling in your gut.

Calling the following interaction awkward would be an understatement. You had zero desire to integrate with Jackie outside of class, and she couldn’t seem to get the hint. Or maybe she did and was just choosing to ignore what you thought was your evident desire to be left alone. She started reading the books she’d picked up and writing her notes like you had been doing. But every time she read something that seemed noteworthy, she’d double check if you’d read and written that down already. It got to the point that you eventually just gave her your notebook to write in so she could read what you'd written down already and stop interrupting your reading.

She seemed disappointed by this, but she didn’t voice it or argue. Unsteady, you spent the rest of the hour sitting at the same table, silently reading over textbooks. She didn’t attempt conversation till the bell rang, and you both had to pack up and go to class again. She started by offering you your notebook back, but she pointed out something she’s specifically written down when she handed it to you.

“It’s my address. How about we meet up tomorrow at noon? My dad will be out golfing, and my mom’s got book club, so we’ll have quiet to work on the project. If that works for you, of course,” she seemed rather eager at the idea as she patiently waited for your reply. You paused for a moment, staring at her annoyingly near handwriting and her address till you relented.

“Yeah, sure. Noon tomorrow” you agreed with a nod. She seemed to smile slightly more and nodded quickly.

“Noon tomorrow,” she repeated, taking a step back as she moved to leave. “I’m already looking forward to it,” You watched her go with her little wave and had to refrain from rolling your eyes. You had a bad, nauseating feeling about tomorrow already.

-🐇-

All you could do was stand outside the Taylor’s house, staring up at the two-story with wide eyes, regretting ever letting yourself get into this situation. Something felt so wrong about you walking towards the house, so much so that you contemplated turning tail and leaving. That is till Jackie opened the door, beckoning you inside. It was too late to back out now, so you begrudgingly made your way up the lawn.

“I’m glad you made it,” she began as you walked into the house, you noticed her lack of shoes, so you took yours off, leaving them behind by the door. “Oh, thank you for that! I completely forgot to mention it, and my mother would kill me,” she joked. You forced a smile and hummed but gave her no reaction beyond that. She paused and took a breath, murmuring a quiet ‘right’ before taking you upstairs.

“I thought we’d work in my room unless you'd rather go in the living room since no one's home,” You shrugged, eyes glancing around the house as you followed her.

“Doesn’t matter to me,” you dryly said as she sat down on her bed, pulling out her schoolwork as she sat with her legs crossed against the pillows. You hesitated, standing in the middle of your room with your bag in hand.

“You can come and sit over here if you like,” she chuckled, patting the space in front of her on the bed. After a pause, you did as instructed, sitting at the foot of the bed with your bag beside you. You began to rummage around, pulling out your notebook, pencils, and textbook.

“I can get you something to drink or a snack if you like,” she offered. She was fidgeting with her pencil and notebook open over her lap, but she hadn’t started writing anything yet.

“I’m alright,” you began flipping through your notes, not looking up.

“Ok, well. Do you have any thoughts on how you wanna do this or…”

“I thought I’d write the paper, and you do the visuals,” You replied as though this was the most obvious course of action. Jackie stared at you for a moment till she nodded.

“Yeah,” her voice cracked as she tucked hair behind her ear, looking around the room. “Yeah, tha works for me,” looking up from your notebook, you noticed the way she bit the inside of her cheek.

“Y’know what? I’m gonna get something to snack on anyways,” she said it more like she was telling herself than she was you. You watched her leave like she was in a rush, leaving you alone in her room. Immediately you felt uncomfortable with the situation, so you pulled out your Walkman and began listening to that while you scribbled away in your notes, getting yourself started on the final paper.

Jackie didn’t return for some time, but when she did, she was carrying a big bowl of popcorn with her that she set on the bed after sitting down again. She watched you expectantly but didn’t say a word till you took your headphones off.

“You want some?” she gestured to the bowl. You shook your head.

“No, I’m fine,” you turned your attention back to the paper. “But thanks,” you remembered to add at the end. The next hour was relatively quiet as you both worked. You’d made a decent dent in the paper, and Jackie had started sketching a mock-up of the visual display. She’d handed you her notes to get your opinion, and you simply nodded, telling her it was good and to go ahead. In all honesty, after that, you saw little point in working together anymore. You could easily write the paper at home while she worked on the presentation, right?

“Hey, I think I’m gonna get going,” you started. She looked up, confused.

“But we only just got started,” she began to argue. You felt yourself grow uncomfortable with her seeming eagerness for you to stay.

“Well, I can work on this at home. We don’t need to be together after all,”

“But isn’t it good to work together? Like, to have a soundboard or whatever?” She stood up suddenly and began rummaging for something around the room. Growing alarm clawed at your throat, and you turned around in your seat on the bed to keep your eye on her. “It’s a group project, after all!” She was growing more impatient, and you couldn’t distinguish why.

“Yeah, but it's not a huge deal-” she turned around to face you again, her hair aggressively swishing as she faced you with a distressed look.

“You really can’t stand me that much?” she yelped, genuinely sounding hurt. You froze, paralyzed with no idea what to do. You’d never imagine that Jackie, of all people, would care about what you thought of her. You didn’t think Jackie cared about anyone’s opinion, let alone you!

“I never said I didn’t like you-”

“Well, it’s obvious you don’t!” she interrupted. She looked like she might be on the verge of tears as she began pacing the room. You started to panic.

“No, it isn’t!” you knew it was a terrible retort, but what else could you say? So you got onto the defensive. “But why would you even care if I didn’t like you? I’m nobody!” your voice faltered, and you cringed with embarrassment. You had no idea what was going on or how you even got into this situation. Jackie was nearly and tears, and you found you were too, and you thought you might throw up on the spot from the grinding, nauseating feeling twisting your gut. Jackie sniffled, wiping her nose. But at least she’d stopped pacing and now stood facing you. The sound and motion drew your attention back in.

“You’re not nobody,” her voice was almost pitiful. She sheepishly met your eyes, biting her lip. She was considering something, but you couldn’t tell what. You felt afraid under her gaze.

“Yes, I am,” was all you could say back. You picked at the skin of your thumbs, hoping the motion could calm your racing heart. “I doubt you even knew my name before we had this class together,”

“Well, I did, actually,” there was a heavy pout in her voice. She caved and walked back to the bed, sitting in the space you'd previously occupied but scooted from when she’d stood up. She was almost unbearably close. “I’ve known about you since seventh grade,” only when she said that did you look up at her. Her gaze was soft yet almost timid. It seemed unnatural for her, given her constant air of confidence.

“You got that writing award at that assembly we had with the whole school at the beginning of the year. Most people who were getting awards were eighth graders,” she seemed to recall it fondly. “But I remember how you walked across that stage with that huge smile to take that award from the principal. You didn’t look nervous or afraid. Just happy to be getting that award,” you were stunned she even remembered that day. You barely even remembered it yourself, now that you thought about it.

“But so what? What about that makes me liking you matter so much?”

“I dunno, maybe because of your nice or something?” She was getting upset again. Her face was red with frustration, and she kept dramatically sighing and scoffing. And you weren’t sure what caused it, and you knew it wasn’t the right thing to do, but you laughed. It started as a chuckle, but then it turned into full blow, hysterically tear-inducing laughter. You knew it was wrong, and you expected her to slap you in the face, but she didn’t.

After her initial shock, you heard a snicker, and then she, too, laughed. And as you heard her laugh ring you, you realized it was like a song that you wanted to be stuck in your head. And unlike what you may have anticipated, it didn’t scare you anymore. You managed to quiet and subside your fit of giggles, thumbing away tears that brimmed your eyes from the pressure, a smile still waving over your lips. Jackie appeared the same, but she looked away again, that shy blush water-coloring her cheeks as she smiled.

“I just really want you to like me, but I can’t explain why,” she managed to say finally, looking back up at you. She’d gotten closer again when you were distracted. You could almost feel her breath fanning over your face as she bit her lip in silent consideration.

“I do like you,” you managed to say, eyes unconsciously wandering down to her lips, then flashing back to her eyes out of fear of being caught. But though you expected scorn, you were met with excitement in her eyes, followed by a tilt of her head, and then all at once, her eyes shut, and her lips were on yours, tentative and curious. Anxiety told you to pull away, but frozen in surprise, you found you couldn’t. Instead, you sat, eyes wide as you practically vibrated in anticipation, though you dared not move. It was the same kind of excitement and anxiety you’d feel trying to get close to a wild rabbit. The slightest wrong move, and it would surely run.

But Jackie didn’t run. She did pull away, but she didn’t stray. She watched with a squeezing apprehension on her face, expecting to have a mess to clean up on her hands. You were left completely speechless, terrified she’d regret her actions immediately and make you leave, and she’d never speak to you again. But again, Jackie didn’t run, and she didn’t make you either.

“Say something,” she tried to state, but it came out more like a plead. You scanned her face and did the only thing you could think of in your hazy state. You took her hand, which sat behind you, holding her up as she leaned into you and took her lips as you squeezed your eyes shut. As you kissed her, you felt her smile, with the sound of a muffled chuckle.

Her fingers from her free hand eventually grazed over your cheek, tucking hair behind your ear before wrapping wound the small of your neck to toy with the baby hairs that grew there. When you pulled away, she adjusted so she was practically in your lap with how close she was. Her arms looped lazily over your shoulders and around your neck as she played with your hair, looking you over dreamily.

“My mother would end me if she found out about this,” she giggled, clearly enjoying her little silent rebellion.

“You like girls?” was the only thing you could think, and of course, that’s what your big mouth had to blurt out. You immediately cringed, squeezing your eyes shut and resisting the urge to slap yourself in the face. But fortunately, she laughed that lovely laugh you’d begun to grow fond of.

“It seems like I do,” she attempted to sound coy in her reply. “And it sounds like you look like girls, too,” she added. You looked at her again and relaxed with a smile, rolling your eyes.

“I thought that had been obvious since freshman year,” Jackie shook her head.

“I mean, not to me,”

“Oh, so you didn’t pick the gay girl to try out kissing girls?” You'd grown confident out of nowhere and smirked. Jackie’s cheeks flushed again, and her jaw dropped in mock shock as she tried suppressing a laugh in her throat. In a moment of mock irritation, she shoved your shoulders, gently knocking you onto your back, meeting the duvet cover of her bed in a fit of amused giggles. Without a fleeting consideration, she sat on top of you, her thighs on either side of your hips as her hands pressed against your chest. You couldn’t stop yourself from grinning as you looked up at her. Her brows raised, eyes wide as she realized the position she’d put herself in, that pink blush in her face turning bright red.

“Well, look who’s miss confidence now, huh?” you couldn’t resist the tease. Your restraint had gone out the window with this new understanding of your feelings. Your irritation and avoidance of Jackie Taylor had only been a poorly placed front for your real feelings. You’d been smitten with her for years now but refused to look at it in the right lighting. She scrunched her nose and tried to frown, but the corners of her lips kept flickering upwards in amusement as you grinned, which only egged her on more. So she did the only thing she could think. She leaned in again, wiping that smirk away with her lips.

#◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ kay's at it again♡#yellowjackets #yellowjackets fanfic #yellowjackets x reader #jackie taylor #jackie taylor x reader

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forjongseong · 1 year

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dive // jay (ENHYPEN)

pairing: secretary!jay x CEO!fem!reader (minisode part 11 of the series)

genre: office!au, smut (minors dni) // warning: older reader; Jay calls reader “Boss”; oral sex (f. receiving, obviously) // wc: ~2.5k oops

previous chapters:

part 1 - carmesí part 2 - mi reina part 3 - millones part 3.5 - hasta los dientes part 4 - vente conmigo part 5 - tusa part 5.5 - apaga y vámonos part 6 - versos de placer minisode part 1 - cuando nadie ve part 6.5 - yo te quiero más minisode part 2 - la niña de mis ojos part 7 - aeropuerto minisode part 3 - falling autumn minisode part 4 - night night part 8 - ambulancia minisode part 5 - subtítulos part 9 - al caer la noche minisode part 6 - after last night part 9.5 - the way you look tonight part 10 - mon soleil minisode part 7 - daylight minisode part 8 - subside minisode part 9 - your princess, my queen part 11 - qué bonito part 11.5 - enchule minisode part 10 - meet cute

next chapters:

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summary: you've been sleeping with your dearest secretary for a while and you're dying to know how it feels when he goes down on you.

author’s notes: here's the second treat of the week--minisode part 11!!!

I know, I know. I just released minisode part 10 yesterday but that's the best thing about owning a blog and writing your own series--you can post whatever you want, whenever you want!

to be honest, I had a different minisode prepared that was sfw and takes place way before yn and Jay started their thing, but I was chilling and putting Spotify on autoplay and it played this song:

go google the lyrics... maybe then you'll understand why I felt compelled to write this minisode.

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Staying at a luxurious hotel over the weekend was one of the very few indulgences that you would let yourself have. Normally, you would never splurge on a suite for just two nights, especially when the hotel is not out of town. Fortunately, this time your suite was a complementary gesture from the event that hired you as one of the keynote speakers.

Unfortunately, though, since the event was downtown and you did not have to travel, you handled everything alone. You could not ask your staff to accompany you to do something that was not part of their job, and not when the task did not concern your company either. You even sent Mr. Lee home early the day before, claiming that you could just take the bus or ride the subway to the hotel.

The first day of the event ended right on time, and you were invited to the gala dinner in the main ballroom. You attended, ate just enough to keep your stomach satisfied, and then you excused yourself to go back to your suite. You wanted to take advantage of the huge bathtub and treat yourself to a nice hot bath, thinking that you deserved it after all the talking and walking around in heels.

Maybe because it was in your nature to do things fast, your pampering session ended quickly. Your hair was half dry, and you were already lounging on the loveseat, playing a series you already finished on Netflix. You just needed the background noise, you thought, as you scrolled through your phone. It was a Saturday night, so most of the people you followed on Instagram were posting stories of their night out.

You wondered what Jay was doing at the moment.

Your thumb stopped scrolling and you eyed the clock in the corner of your screen. It was almost eight, yet you feel bored, but it was too late to get ready to go out. Where were you going to go anyway? Taehyung’s jazz club would be way too crowded, and it’s not like any of your close friends were within reach—your two best friends lived in other countries, and it wasn’t the scheduled night for your monthly video calls.

You mindlessly opened your phone’s gallery and found pictures of documents and a couple of videos from the meetings that were held the past week. You clicked on one that showed Jay giving a short presentation, it was on the day that you were not feeling your best, so he stepped up and filled in for you. You focused on the way he was gesturing with his hands—and the way his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. His hair was slicked back, and his jaw clenched whenever he was emphasizing a word. You then looked at the way he repeatedly licked his lips, and you noticed yourself breathing a little heavier.

Great, you thought. A little pathetic, actually, that you were sitting alone in a hotel, thirsting over your secretary whom you started sleeping with since, what, a couple of weeks ago? None of you were keeping count. This behavior of yours was a little uncalled for, and you got suspicious of yourself that you opened the app that tracked your period.

And of course, you found out that you were ovulating.

Usually, you would always take the more practical path. In this case, you could easily watch videos, or look at pictures of Jay and imagine him touching you as you touch yourself.

But why would you do that when he was literally just one call away?

“Hello?” You heard his voice as he picked up your call. “Is this an emergency? I didn’t get a text from you.”

You heard him entering a room and closing the door behind him.

“Boss?” He called for you after not hearing a reply. “Everything good?”

“I need you to come over,” you replied.

There was a brief pause before Jay answered.

“Alright,” he said as he took a deep breath. “On my way.”

“Not to my place,” you hurriedly added. “The hotel. You know my schedule.”

“In that case,” Jay said, seemingly shoving something into his pants and opening the door again, “I’ll be there in ten.”

You frowned but Jay ended the call before you could even say something back. You decided to retreat to the bedroom and check your reflection in the mirror. Your black silk camisole was tucked into your beige cotton shorts, and you still had your hair down after the bath you had. You then remembered that you had not put on any fragrance yet, so you rummaged through your makeup pouch and spritzed on the first fragrance you could get your hands on.

The bell rang and your heart almost dropped to your feet. You did not think ten minutes would go by so fast. You grabbed the satin robe from the bathroom and quickly wrapped it around your body as you made your way to the front door. When you opened it, Jay stood in front of you with a confused look on his face.

He was wearing rimless glasses, which you doubt were a fashion statement, and underneath his denim jacket, he was wearing a graphic tee of some sort of logo you had never seen before. It seemed like he was going for a comfortable look, judging from the chinos he had on in place of jeans. The Converse shoes also made him look like a regular college student going for a fun night out in town.

“I was in the area,” Jay explained without waiting for you to ask him. “Which is why I could come fast but also unprepared. Did you need your iPad?”

“Just come inside,” you said softly, holding the door wide open for him. He hesitated before taking a few steps in. “Make yourself comfortable.”

Jay frowned, but at the same time, he started looking around and admiring the suite. “This is a nice view,” he stated, gazing outside the window. “So, what do you need me for?”

“You’re really going to make me say it?” You asked back, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

Jay took off his denim jacket and set it on a lounge chair. If he had to be honest, he actually sprinted here, determined to reach you as fast as possible even though he wasn’t quite confident if the reason he thought you called him was the actual reason you had.

At the sight of his arms, you breathed out dramatically, and it just made Jay even more confused.

“I just didn’t want to be alone,” you confessed, taking your robe off and throwing it to the same spot where Jay had placed his jacket.

You boldly took the couple of steps that you needed to reach him, and when you did, you carefully took his glasses off before circling an arm around his neck, making him instinctively pull you in by your waist.

“I wanted company,” you continued, placing his glasses carefully on the table nearby. “Your company.”

Hearing your confession, you could clearly see the way Jay’s lips curled up into a smirk.

“I canceled plans with my friends to be here,” Jay spoke in a whisper, gradually leaning in towards you.

Your eyes fell to his lips. “Why would you do that?” You asked back, also in a whisper.

“Because,” Jay said, hanging his sentence so he could graze his lips against yours.

“Don’t say because I’m your boss,” you spoke, purposefully against his lips.

Jay chuckled softly, and all you wanted to do for the rest of the night was to breathe the air that he exhaled.

“Because I think I’ll like it better here,” he said before sealing your lips with a deep kiss. You had to fight back a moan to not give him the satisfaction, but you still reciprocated his kiss.

“You think?” You said as you pulled back. “You’re not sure?”

Jay squeezed your waist, turning your legs to jelly. The moan you tried hard to stifle eventually found its way out of your lips when you felt his mouth latch on to your neck. You began caressing the back of his neck, squirming as he was determined to leave marks on your skin.

“Jay,” you breathed. “Fuck.”

“Hmm,” he hummed before pulling back to look at you. “Do you want me to continue?”

You cupped his face before smashing your lips onto his, making him take a step back to keep his balance. After that, you took his hand and dragged him to the bedroom. You sat on the edge of the bed and pulled him in by his neck, and after a short fight, he finally threw his body on yours, kissing you fervently as his hands tugged your shorts down in a rush.

When you felt his fingers trace your thighs, you felt the heat rush up to your cheeks. Your lips were still pressed on his, and his tongue was still tangled with yours, yet you were desperate to feel both elsewhere. Jay’s hand managed to slip in between your legs and your body jerked the moment he palmed your clothed core.

“Jay,” you called as both your hands grabbed his shoulders.

He answered you with a look in his eyes, demanding you continue what you wanted to say.

“I want to see what your head game is like.”

You weren’t expecting Jay to laugh, resting his head in the crook of your neck as his shoulders moved up and down.

“Ask and you shall receive,” Jay said after containing himself. “You really called me over so I could go down on you?”

“Okay, can you stop being so patronizing?” You moved your hand over to his chest, pushing him away.

“Whoa, whoa.”

Jay propped himself up with his elbow as he took your hand and brought it up to his lips.

“I’m sorry if it came off that way,” Jay spoke with his lips against the back of your hand. “I will gladly show you my head game.”

The way he emphasized the last phrase made you roll your eyes. Jay chuckled lightly, kissing your cheek as you looked away from him.

You relaxed once he started peppering kisses down your jaw and to your neck. At the same time, his fingers were skillfully pulling the straps of your top down, revealing your breasts, and perfectly matching the timing of his lips. He kissed your nipple softly before circling his tongue around it and sucking it gently, only to release it with a pop.

“Close your eyes,” Jay said. You were in no position to disobey him.

He continued kissing you while pulling your camisole down, bunching it up around your waist. He planted a harder kiss to the right of your waist before pulling your panties along with the top down to your feet. You kicked it away way too enthusiastically, and Jay merely smirked at the way you were behaving.

Your eyes were still closed, but you could sense that he was tugging his shirt off, and it was proven right when you felt him settle between your legs, placing both of your thighs on top of his now bare shoulders. He kissed the inside of your thigh and you flinched, and you could feel the way your arousal dripped out of you.

“God,” Jay muttered, more to himself. “You’re gorgeous.”

He bumped the tip of his nose and you whimpered at the delicious contact. Once he placed his mouth on your cunt you moaned, feeling an overwhelming mixture of pleasure and contentment. At first, he was just kissing your folds, making loud sloppy sounds on purpose, and when you began to moan louder, he decided it would be nice to let you feel the warmth of his tongue.

“Fuck,” you sighed, jerking your hips. You could hear and feel Jay chuckle against your core, lapping up your arousal and strengthening the grip he had around your thighs.

His tongue made steady strokes against your folds and your legs were already shaking from the pleasure. You couldn’t stop thrusting your hips and grasping the sheets under you, and Jay literally had to push you back down.

“Relax,” he said as he detached his lips. He looked up at you and you looked back at him through your lashes. “Stay down.”

“Fuck you,” you replied weakly. Jay laughed and placed his lips between your legs again, making you feel the vibration of his voice against your cunt.

You began jerking your hips up again and Jay figured that he needed a new way to keep you steady. He noticed how hard you were grabbing the sheets, so very slowly, he pulled your fingers apart before placing them on his head.

“Just grab here,” Jay spoke against your folds. “I don’t mind.”

You sighed once you feel his tongue graze your clit. After placing one hand behind his head, you realized it wasn’t enough, so after a while you rested both your hands on his luscious hair, pulling only when it became unbearable.

Soon after, your grasp on his hair tightened and you became silent. Jay’s eyes flickered to your face, and he tried his best to keep his pace.

“Are you close?” He asked. You replied by nodding frantically.

Jay continued to eat you out, keeping the same pressure and pace no matter how hard you squirmed or how harshly you were pulling on his hair. He let you grind your hips into his face, careful not to let his teeth graze you, and when you finally reached your high, he groaned against your cunt, almost matching the moans that you let out.

Jay waited for you to catch your breath, gradually lowering your hips down and gently stroking your thigh to comfort you. You were breathing with your mouth open, and only when you came back down from your high you realized how dry your throat had become. You licked your lips and coughed a little, and Jay winced at the sound that you made.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his hand giving you a gentle squeeze on your hips.

You nodded slowly as you opened your eyes. When your gaze met his, his lips formed into a smile. Not a smirk, a genuine smile.

“So, what do we think of my head game?”

“Oh my God.”

At the sound of your groan, Jay laughed softly, crawling up to level with your eyes. You hesitated when he leaned in to kiss you, but he did so in such a gentle way that you couldn’t help but whimper into his mouth.

“Do I taste okay?” You asked, your eyes glowing in pure curiosity.

“You,” Jay replied, kissing your cheek. “Taste,” he kissed your jaw. “Divine,” he whispered, kissing your neck.

You closed your eyes and pulled him into an embrace, sighing in relief as you felt his skin come in contact with yours.

“There’s gonna be a round two, right?” Jay murmured against your neck.

You smiled, almost snorting from the bold question. “Only if you stay with me throughout the weekend.”

“Deal,” Jay replied, not missing a beat.

-END-

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Take What You Need - [Mack X David]

A/N: Idk if you all are ready. But here we are. I would like to thank Starbucks for their gracious hosting of me while my internet tried to cockblock Mack and David harder than Lucie and Con. And I would like to thank my vanilla oat milk latte for helping me power through. Also, I can’t post this without thanking the bestest of the besties @casualhilarity. I’d be lost in this world without you 😭 This one is for you!

Enjoy 6.7k words of Mackenzie Hischier and David Carlson finally giving in.

Mack’s eye open as the wheels of the Airbus A340-300 slap down on the tarmac at JFK. The roar from the massive plane breaking on the asphalt roars through her audiobook as she blinks away her dreamless sleep.

“On behalf of our flight crew at Swiss Air, we are excited to be the first ones to welcome you to New York City…”

Mack stretches her neck, looking over at the woman next to her, still engrossed with her book. To the left, Mack can see the skyline outlining the metropolis she calls home for now. Her eyes scan over the buildings as she bites her lip.

Good to be home, she murmurs internally.

Good to be back in the place she went running from two weeks ago.

14 days ago to the day, she laid awake at Lucie’s unable to stop thinking about the mustached man tucked away in his apartment. She kept tossing and turning, trying to decide what she wanted to do with David Carlson and his insistent proposition. When no clear decision came to her, Mack did what she does best and dove into work. An opportunity had been in her inbox in the morning and she jumped to take it. It just happened to be in Switzerland. Perplexingly, Mack hasn’t heard from David since that night either. No cheeky texts. No general inquires. Nothing. Nt even when she has been missing from Stella’s dance recital. Mack had talked to Lucie a few days ago, but she didn’t bring up David or if he was asking about her either.

Fine. She didn’t care anyway. I guess that tells her more about her answer than any forced proximity or space would. She isn’t interested. Next time she sees him, her answer will be a firm and resounding no.

“Ms. Hischier, always a joy to have you on board.” One of the pilots, Bruno, nods in greeting when Mack gets to the plane door. “We hope to see you again soon on Swiss Air.” This personal treatment always happens on this airline, dating back to when she was a kid and her dad had a partnership deal with them. She remembers getting a pair of clip on wings every flight to and from Switzerland while hanging from her mom’s hand.

“I’m sure you will.” She jokes. “Thanks for the smooth flight.”

Mack turns out of the plane, ready to begin her long journey home. She glides through customs easily with her global entry and dual citizenship, thanks mom and dad, then rushes to grab her bag from the baggage carousel. When she finds the sleek black case, she hoists it off. With the wheels spinning next to her, she hails a cab, then nestles in for her ride home. She tips the driver, then smiles at Ron, her doorman, coming down the stairs to open the door for her.

“Back sooner than usual, Ms. Hischier.” Ron greets her.

“Work trip, so not much family time.” She is more than capable of carrying her bag up the stairs, but every time he insists for her. He grabs the door, twirling the handle of her suitcase back to her.

“You should stop by the desk before you head up. There is a delivery for you.” The delivery in question is visible from the door. A beautiful vase of hydrangeas, roses and lilies in various shades of pink has a card peaking out from the top. She knows who they are from before she even reads the note.

Sorry we missed you, Mackie! Hope these brighten your other home for you. We love you!

See you next month. Love, Mom and Dad.

Mack smiles, snapping a picture and sending it off to the two people she didn’t get to see when she was home. Lexi and Nico had a pre-scheduled Mediterranean vacation. They tried to come home early when they heard she was in Switzerland. Mack had thrown a fit, insisting they couldn’t possibly change plans because of her. Her parents rarely get time away from Switzerland. The would surly be in New York again soon to visit. She would see them, apparently, in a month.

Tiredly, Mack goes upstairs, unlocking her apartment and falling into bed face down. She curls into her pillow, the sheets she washed before she left. She knows she should get up, not give in to the sleep whispering seductively in her brain, but she can’t help it. Her bed is too welcoming. She falls asleep curled into a comma on top of her comforter. it is dark outside when she wakes up.

“Shit.” She moans to herself, smacking her face with her palm. She is going to be up all night. She grabs her phone, scanning through her texts. There is one from her parents, a picture of them drinking umbrella drinks on a rooftop overlooking the sea. The others are from her older sister, asking if she is still coming over for dinner tonight.

I hate when you do this 🙄 Tacos are at 6. Let me know if you aren’t coming so I don’t worry.

Sorry, I fell asleep. I’m on my way.

It’s 5:38. She should be able to make it on time for dinner.

When Mack walks out of the elevator on Connor and Lucie’s floor, her heart begins to pound excitedly at the person standing outside of their door. Stella Wood is wrapped around David’s leg, begging him not to go. All the pretending that Mack doesn’t want the man in front of her evaporates. As if she hasn’t been gone for two weeks, Mack’s internal turmoil begins to churn where it left off. She longs to touch him even with the knowledge that they can’t be so forward about such things in front of present company. If they were alone, she would run her fingers through his black hair and lean in slightly to kiss him, knowing he would go most of the way of her.

“Stelly, I gotta. I’m meeting a friend.” David pats the young girl’s hair lovingly with his palm.

“You’re so secretive about this friend.” Connor jokes as Mack gets closer. Her stomach tightens then swirls. The recklessness of such a reaction has Mack’s steps faltering. Friend? What friend. David and Connor glance over to Mack as they hear her footsteps swipe along the carpet. David grins at her, making Mack’s chest even tighter.

“Welcome home.” David murmurs as she comes to a stop to his right. He looks so handsome and sexy. He is dressed in a pair of nice, worn in jeans. There is a bulge in his back pocket where his wallet rests. A dark wool coat drapes over his big shoulders while underneath is a waffled, cream sweater. On his feet brown dress boots are tied tightly, looking new and rarely worn.

“Thanks.”

“You fell asleep?” Connor asks.

“Yeah.”

“You’re fucked.”

“Yeah, I know. I travel internationally more than you, bud.” She pats Connor’s arm as she walks between the boys and into the apartment. Mack withstands the urge to inhale David’s scent as she does.

“That is why she is my least favorite sister in law.” Connor jokes to David.

“Ha-ha.” Mack shoves Connor’s ass with her Ugg boot.

“So who is this friend?” Connor asks David again, clearly not wanting to let it go. Mack glances at David who is staring beyond his teammate at her.

“Just a friend from home.” He says. He licks his lips, then pulls his gaze off Mack as she walks away to say hi to her niece. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Bye, David! Keep my husband in line on the road!” Lucie yells from the kitchen.

“Luc, I don’t think you know what you ask of me.” David calls back to her.

“Dude.” Connor snaps, slapping David’s stomach. “Tell her the truth.”

“He is lame as hell.” David confirms.

“Yeah, baby, I’m lame as hell.” Connor repeats.

“I’m sure you are.” Lucie nods. David tosses another wave to the group then leaves. Slight disappointment, scratches at Mack’s eyes. “Hi Mackie.” Lucie opens her arms for her sister. Mack curls into her, wanting to lay on her shoulder for a minute. “Oh, she so sleepy. Did you miss mom and dad on your trip? Apparently they are in Greece?” Lucie pets her hair for a moment.

“Yeah, I missed them by a day.”

“Mack.” Lucie rolls her eyes. “You could have stayed another day to say hi.”

“I could have.” Mack nods, reaching into the shredded cheese bowl and grabbing a pinch to eat. “But I know they’ll be here soon anyway. Apparently in a month?”

“You and I are not the same.”

“Nope.” Mack sighs. “Do you need help?”

“Can you bring all the toppings to the table?” Mack nods. “Stell, please go wash your hands. Bring your daddy too!”

The rest of the night is spent munching on tacos, talking about Mack’s travel, and Connor’s upcoming road trip. Then they each have a homemade cookie, ice cream sandwich, with sprinkles wrapped around the ice cream filling. Lucie made them and wants everyone’s honest feedback. They all agree, even picky Stella, they are a 10!

“Is David back from his date yet? He should come try one.”

“He says it wasn’t a date.” Connor shrugs.

“Then why is he so weird about who it was with?”

“I don’t know. He is kinda weird about his Iowa life.” Connor mumbles. “Probably because big city women don’t get it.”

“I apologized.” Mack snips.

“He really appreciated it.” Connor says sincerely. Mack knows that. She can still feel his lips on hers weeks later. “I’ll text him babe.” Connor says to Lucie. “What do you want to watch?”

“You two pick. I’m going to get Stell ready for bed.”

Mack takes the remote from Connor, who seems more interested in watching reels to pick an actual movie or show to watch. A knock sounds at the door as she is reading the summary of a documentary on the Ocean.

“No, I don’t wanna learn.” Connor instantly nixes what is on the screen as he stands up.

“You’ve never learned a thing in your life.” Mack snorts. Connor opens the door.

“See.. this… right here, Mack.” He snaps her fingers to get her attention. She looks over her shoulder, then startles a bit at seeing David with a 12 pack of Modelo. “This is a good friend.”

“Cause he brings beer?” Mack laughs. “Your standards are impossibly low, Wood.”

“And yet I bagged your sister.”

“Yes, because her standards are impossibly low.”

“Says the girl no one is good enough for.” David murmurs, then drops a bottle of beer over her right shoulder.

“I need a bottle opener.” David takes the bottle back, cracks the top open with the ring on his right hand, then hands it back to her. “Here, princess.” He is in a mood. Mack furrows her eyebrows, watching as he plops down on the couch next to her. He tips the bottle back, gluing down half of it.

“Dude, what is up?” Connor asks, sensing the angst in his teammate like Mack.

“Dinner didn’t go well.”

“She wouldn’t come back to your place?” Connor moves into the kitchen with the rest of the beer.

“It wasn’t with a she.” David rolls his eyes. “It was with my shithead brother.”

“Which one?”

“Exactly.” David scoffs, slumping down more on the couch. He widens his thighs farther apart, jiggling his left foot anxiously. Connor continues to put beer away in the fridge. Mack observes David’s down posture, hating the way he looks so frustrated and deflated.

“What happened?” She asks quietly to David. He turns to look at her. His eyes scour over her face, almost like he is trying to decide if he trusts her. Then he sighs and looks away.

“He asked me for money. And a lawyer. That’s all he ever wants from me.” He mutters, shaking his head again. Mack remembers her conversation with Lucie in the bathroom before the mentor’s trip. How his brothers both have significant issues and use David for what they want.

“I’m sorry.” She says sincerely, a deep frown pulling her mouth down. He looks over at her again, licking his lips. Lucie calls Connor from Stella’s room. Mack and David are quiet as he goes to join his girls down the hall.

“You go to Switzerland to get out of giving me an answer?” David immediately changes the subject when Connor is gone.

“No.” She answers anxiously. Neither of them are convinced.

“Blink if it’s yes.” He grins at her.

“Oh shut up.” She rolls her eyes, pushing his thigh with her foot. He captures it in his hand, holding it hostage. His fingers on her has her heartbeat pounding in her ribs. So much for firmly saying no to this man. God, what is happening to her?

“Don’t blink, baby.” His voice lowers, getting husky around the edges as he devours her with his eyes. That’s what is happening to her. His pull is too strong for her to overcome. Mack’s lashes flutter from the heat and need she instantly feels building in her core

“Mackncheeeee.” He sing-songs, holding the vowel at the end of her nickname. He leans over and nips right behind her ear.

“Oh my god.” She startles, then shoves him back into his spot. The both notice how her fingers stay curled into his cream sweater, like she can’t decide if she wants him to stay there or pull him back over to her. One by one, she releases them, then puts her hand on her own chest.

“I’m going to make an excuse to leave and go back to my place. Meet me down there.” He reaches out, cupping her cheek. Mack turns into his touch. This lingering decision cannot be put off any more. Her eyes hesitantly reach his. He wants her. His green eyes burn with liquified fire for her. Mack chews her bottom lip as David finish his beer, then stands. He tosses his bottle in the recycling bin, then goes down to say goodbye to Connor and Lucie. He goes back to the freezer, grabbing an ice cream sandwich that Mack is sure Lucie insisted he needed to take.

He comes into the living room again, stroking along Mack’s cheek before he teases her lips with his. His thumb traces down the center of her throat as their eyes stare. Then, without any confirmation that she is coming, David leaves. Mack’s whole body stays still. She tentatively breathes, mind running a million miles an hour. She closes her eyes, swallowing hard, then opens them when Lucie and Connor come down the hall together.

“What are we watching?” Her sister wonders.

“Um, I actually have to go.”

“Oh, are you okay?” Lucie asks. Mack nods her head.

“Do you need some water or-”

“No. I just need to go.” Mack insists, standing up.

“Are you okay to go by yourself? Connor, walk her-“

“No. I’m good.” Mack nods, then gives a faint smile.

After rushed goodbyes, Mack’s back hits the steel of the elevator. The box descends. She waits for the door to open on David’s floor. She pauses in the doorway, licking her lips, so nervous for what she is about to do. Then she shakes her head, turning to the left, walking down to the one with the 4 numbers of his unit beside it. She stares at the grey door, imagining him tucked behind it, waiting for her. A shiver of pleasure zig-zags from her scalp to her toes. She raises her hand and knocks. His soft footsteps come closer to the door. She looks down at her boots. The lock flips. She raises her gaze and meets his head on.

David slowly opens the door, then leans his shoulder against it. He cocks an eyebrow at Mack.

Leap! Her need roars. So she does.

“Yes.” She whispers. His second eyebrow dashes up, his mouth drops a little open.

“Say it again.” He demands.

“Yes.” Mack says more forcefully, then she stuffs the last remaining shred of doubt down deep into her stomach for another time.

Mack shoves David back into his apartment with two palms on his chest. David barely gets the door shut behind her, their mouths attacking each other. As she pushes him farther back, he wraps his arms around her. Mack places his back against the opposite wall, near his living room. She loosens her grip now that she has the leverage of the wall. David takes advantage of the opportunity to twirl her, then pin her against the wall with his hips.

His hands slide down to grab her wrists, bringing them up by her head and pinning them there. She moans into his mouth. He loosens his grip in response, moving his hands around her waist again to eagerly pull her flush against him. She brings her hands to his hair and shoulder. His hands glide from her waist to connect with the backs of her thighs, hoisting her up. Mack clings to him like she did a few weeks ago, unable to get close enough to his heat.

They roll down the hallway to, presumably, his bedroom. Mack has never been here and as much as she wants to look around, she wants him to fuck her more. She reaches down, between their abdomens, rolling her hips back so it will fit. His hands on her ass dig in, wanting to keep her close. He lowers her a bit, letting the apex of her thighs hit the hard erection she was working towards. Mack shudders at how large he feels. She knows, without even seeing it, he will be the biggest she has ever had. David must sense her hesitation.

“I’ll make it good, honey. I know how to use it.” He murmurs. His tone is the sexiest and sweetest elixir of temptation.

Into his bedroom, David strides. Mack pulls back from him, looking down at his face. He smiles at her. She smiles back, then purses her lips, feeling excited flutters assault the walls of her stomach. His palms let her legs slide down until her feet touch the floor again. She steps to the left, he turns to follow her, his back towards the bed. She forces him down, standing triumphantly between his spread thighs. Teasingly, she pulls her shirt up over her head, leaving her in the lace bralette she put on just in case. David’s green eyes feast on her as she loses that too. It falls to the floor. She pauses, nodding at him to take something off. He sheds his sweater fast, exposing an incredible body, taut from hockey and farming. Fuck, he is so hot. It makes Mack’s brain dizzy and her pussy clench around a frustrating emptiness.

David’s fingers wander to the belt on his jeans, opening it up. He pops the button and zipper down too, almost looking relieved to not have his dick confined so tightly anymore. He lifts his hips, working them to his ankles. Mack leans forward, putting a palm on his abdomen, scraping her nails down the hard ridges until she gets to the Calvin Klein waistband. Her fingers grip the white elastic, then tug. She watches with glittering eyes as his cock springs free. She inhales heavily. David watches her with such intensity, like he can know every thought of hers if he doesn't take his eyes off her face. She bites her lip, swarming butterflies filling her stomach with anticipation of having him buried deep inside of her soaked core. Her pussy flutters again then she backs up as David sits up. HE presses his mouth to her abdomen.

“Wanna see you.” He murmurs, grabbing the waistband of her leggings and tugging down. He brings her panties with, practically sneering at the wet trail down Mack’s thighs from how drenched she is. “So wet for me.” He mumbles. “Been wondering how you taste here.”

His fingers slide through insistently, confidently, like he’s been there hundreds of times. Mack can’t help but wondering if he has in his mind. All the times he touched himself to the thought of her. She spreads her thighs wider, swaying forward when he rolls her clit once. David’s hand goes around to her back and he forces her more forward until she falls. Her palms hit the bed, catching her momentum as he explores her folds with his more dominant hand.

His fingers play with her slickness, gathering more from her entrance and spreading it against her clit. Mack moans urgently. David grabs the back of her thigh, then glides his fingers down to her knee, lifting. He maneuvers out from between her legs, then gets on his knees behind her. Mack’s eyebrows furrow, she is about to ask him where he is going with this when she feels his mouth against her folds. She jolts forward. He brings a hand up to her hip to steady her. Mack arches into his tongue swimming through her folds, on it’s way to her clit.

“Holy.” Mack squeaks. This is far from Mack’s first time, but the way he sucks her clit brings new sensations to her core. She falls a bit more forward, gripping the sheets in front of her. “Oh…” She says again. She starts saying words before she even has time to think of them, completely uninhibited squeals streaming from her lips.

David devours her pussy like it’s his favorite meal and he’s been starved for days. His tongue does a majority or the stroking and building. Then he goes in for the kill, sucking her sensitive bud into his mouth, rolling and prodding, until Mack’s legs and arms start to shake. She comes hard, wetness dripping down from her entrance and collecting on his chin. In thirty seconds, he has ripped her first orgasm from deep in her core.

Mack blinks rapidly, trying to catch her breath. She looks down at her hands fisting the comforter, trying to release them but she can’t. That’s when she realizes she is still coming. She jolts against his face again. His nose bumps her clit as he kisses his way out from between her thighs.

Once will not be enough with him. Any hope of that is dashed.

“You taste so good for me.” He murmurs. “Sweet and desperate. You been desperate for me, Mack?” She swallows hard, closing her eyes and nodding. “Never thought I’d see you speechless.”

“I-I- Oh.” She finished with a profound moan as he glides a finger into her entrance. She clenches around it desperately.

“Need me so bad, huh, honey? Need this cock to split you open?” His filthy words has her collapsing forward, losing the battle of staying upright. David taps her hip. “Lay on your back.” Mack rolls compliantly. He climbs onto the bed beside her, long hard cock bouncing with each of his movements. Mack reaches for it.

“Not yet. Trust me, baby.” He murmurs, leaning down to kiss her. She can taste herself on him, melting into the bed as he swipes along her right nipple. His lips coast along hers, dropping lazy and wet smooches. Mack moans loudly as his fingers glide over her soaked folds, rolling her clit gently, careful not to overstimulate her, then fills her entrance with them. “Those skinny Swiss boys you hook up with make you feel like this? Heard that’s your type.”

“No.” Mack chokes.

“Didn’t think so. You need to be fucked by a real man.” He lays on his side next to her, playing between her legs like he has all day to pleasure her. “Didn’t think I could take care of you babe?” He stuffs a third finger in. Mack gasps, feeling the stretch. “This is how big I am.” He coos to her. Mack gets wetter, they both feel it. He grins, kissing her neck. “My needy girl. Show me you can take this cock.” He begins thrusting harder into her. Mack’s hips shift up, searching for more. He stretches his fingers, then curls the pad of his middle one up to circle her velvet button.

“C-close, Davi-d…”

“Yeah you fucking are. Let go for me, honey.” Mack’s whole body tenses, legs shaking violently on his sheets.

“Oh fuck.” Mack groans, jolting forward as a second, harder orgasm grips her. She turns on her hip towards David, thrusting down onto his hand. Her thigh hits his hip. He pulls her close. She can feel his dick against her other leg as she shakes. Her whole body seems to grip his fingers, pulling them deeper.

“That’s it, baby. Use me. Take what you need.” Mack groans as she goes limp when her orgasm completely releases. Her limbs have turned to gelatin. She no longer can speak, barely breathing, and he hasn’t even put himself inside of her yet. While Mack recovers, David kisses along her face for a few more moments, taking the limited breath she is capable of breathing right now. Then he rolls away from her. Mack closes her eyes, trying to refocus.

David reaches to his bedside table. He grabs a foiled condom, tearing it open with his teeth before rolling it down his shaft. Mack watches, lip folded between her teeth. He didn’t even ask. He just did it out of respect for her, not putting her in the awkward position to say yes and then watch how disappointed he is at her answer. At least in her previous experience.

“Ready for one last ride, baby?”

“Wha-?”

Suddenly, David has her on top of him. She looks down anxiously, feeling how unsteady her legs and core already are. Her muscles still shake. There is no way she has the strength for this.

“David, I can’t…”

“Shhhhh baby, you think I’m gonna make you work now?” He chuckles lowly at her confusion, plants his feet flat on the mattress and grips her hips in both hands, “I got you baby.”

He glides her carefully down his cock. The stretch is a pinch, even with his fingers preparing her, it stings for a few moments. He rocks her forward and back, getting her comfortable, watching her face. Her moan croaks from her chest when the pinch turns to raw pleasure. Mack jolts forward as David thrusts up into her, hands scrabbling on his chest to hold herself up as he fucks deep up inside her, hitting her spot with every thrust.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh.” Mack hears herself moaning. “Oh fuck. Oh mygOD.” She cries out. “Don’t stop.” She bites down hard on his shoulder. David moans loudly at the pain.

“Feel so fucking good for me, Mackenzie. Such a good fucking girl, aren’t you? You like big cock, huh?”

“Yes! Yes!” Mack yells back. “David, I’m… oh shit…” Mack feels the creamy release of the most intense orgasm of her life slide down his latex wrapped shaft, collecting on his balls and making a mess between her thighs. David enjoys the feeling of her coming undone on his cock. She clenches down tighter. This spurs him on more as his jerky thrusts chase his own white hot release. He falls into it seconds later, turning his face into her hair, moaning her name desperately, holding her to him like she’s his only tie to this planet.

David reaches around Mack’s spent body. He grips the latex at the bottom of his shaft, then gently eases out of her. Mack whimpers at how empty she feels without him, pressing her face deeper into his neck. His head and shoulder lean down as an attempt to hug her head.

“You okay, pretty girl?” Mack nods, then kisses his throat. He hums in appreciation of her gesture. “I’m going to take care of this okay?”

“No. Not yet.” She whispers.

The second his skin moves from hers, reality is going to begin to descend- what they just did, how he made her feel, the things they said to each other. It’s going to be a cold bath of the truth Mack isn’t ready. She wants to stay here for hours until she can memorize every part of what they just experienced. David kisses her forehead, feathering his fingers over her spine.

This continues for several more minutes of quiet contentment. Then, when the reality of a leaking mess is close, he moves her to the side, off his chest. His hand runs the length of her body. After, he struts to the bathroom, holding the latex tight to his softening form.

Mack rolls to her back, trying to put words to what she feels. Before this moment, sex had always been so transactional. You help me, I help you. We feel someone else’s touch besides our own and go our separate ways. Never has it felt like that. She never craved sex before. She liked it, had fun plenty of times, but it was never an all consuming fuckfest focused on her pleasure.

Mack hears the shower turn on in the adjoining bathroom. Apparently he is a shower after sex kinda guy. For some reason, that really bothers Mack. She wants to go home smelling like him and he can’t wait to wash her off? She sits up, glancing around for her clothes. She avoids David’s gaze as he comes out of the bathroom. She is trying to decide how to get off the bed without smearing what is on her thighs across the sheets when David comes over, holding a hand out to her. She takes it and he pulls her up, putting an arm under her knees. He carries her into the bathroom then delicately puts her feet on the bath rug, mirroring before. He lets her test her weight on her legs. They both see how she is basically Ariel coming out of the sea for the first time, so he keeps an arm wrapped around her waist as he test the temperature of the water.

For once, Mack and David are quiet within each other’s presence. David washes her hair and skin, sudsing her up with no hidden agenda, taking care of her worn out body. She holds onto his back or hip or stomach the entire time, needing to be close to him as he attentively loves on her body. When they are both clean, David pulls her into his chest, turning so her back is hitting the steam, but her face remains out. He presses his mouth to the top of her head, swaying them gently. Mack could fall asleep right here with him in this warm and comfortable cocoon.

“Done?” He murmurs a few moments later. Mack nods. They step out together. David wraps her up in a fluffy towel. “I don’t really… have any um, lotion or anything?” He says, but brings out what he does. She sees CeraVe daily moisturizer and figures that is enough for now. He watches her smooth it out on her cheeks. She holds up some extra on her fingers.

“You need some?”

“Mhm.” He murmurs, presenting his face at her. While she works it over his skin, he makes funny faces at her. She chuckles. His eyes are closed, so he uses her hips as a steadying anchor for him.

“All done.” She tells him, rubbing the rest into her hands.

“Am I as pretty as you now?” Mack blushes.

“Close.” David nibbles at his mustache as he looks at her intently. Mack looks away, seeing so many emotions and words that it is too early to talk about. They walk together into his bedroom. Mack glances at her clothes again, then walks over to where her shirt is.

“Don’t you dare. We sleep naked in this house.” The question hangs in the air. Is she staying? Or is she going? To both of their surprise, Mack drops the towel and gets back into the sheets they ruined earlier in the evening. David slides in next to her and without hesitation, pulls her into his arms. “Are you comfortable?” He asks her.

“I usually sleep on my right side.” She is currently on her left. She didn’t want to turn her back to him immediately, feeling that was rude. He lifts the covers so she can roll. She does, then nuzzles her bare backside into his bare front. She closes her eyes, feeling his cock stir against her still puffy lips. She is going to be sore in the morning.

David holds her tight to his chest. Mack trails her nails over his forearm, feeling the heaviness of her eyes. She thought she would be up all night.

Luckily, David found the solution to her jet-lag.

- - -

In her dream, Mack is wrapped up in a cozy blanket at her parents cabin in the Swiss mountains. The fireplace pops in front of her as she wiggles her way deeper into the warmth of the fluff. A bit of sweat is forming at her hairline, but the comfortable feeling outweighs everything else. Someone is under the blanket with her. She can’t tell who in her dream, but his light breathing tickles her hair as she looks out at the falling snow.

Her eyes suddenly get lighter and pop open. Gone is the Swiss snow and in it’s please is a room she has never seen before. Was this the dream instead? She inhales, then stiffens in the heavy arms wrapped under and around her. What the-

“Don’t get weird on me, Hischier.” David mumbles sleepily behind her. The rush of memory crashes into her. Their lips and the desperation and the steamy connection. Mack gets warm instantly, inhaling heavily, but relaxes into his body. She brings her arm out of the covers, hoping to release some of the furnace under the blankets with them. Damn, he is burning hot behind her.

He runs his finger tips along her arm, easing forward to kiss her shoulder. Mack sighs, pressing her hips back into his. She can feel his sold length pressing into her cheeks, then the awareness of a dull ache between her legs. Despite that, her nipples tighten as David continues to gently stroke her skin. Her hips instinctively press back into him more, giving David all the approvals for a playful morning.

From her arm, his fingers glide across her chest, playing with each nipple until they are aching point, sending pleasureful need to her throbbing clit. His fingers work there way there soon. Mack spreads her legs eagerly for him, pressing down into his touch.

“You like helping.” He mumbles gruffly. His rough voice coated in sleep makes her wetter. She loves the idea of being the first thing he has in the morning.

David’s fingers continue their lazy wander, working her up. He alternates between thumbing her nipples and rolling her clit with two fingers. Then he does both, catching Mack’s head in his shoulder as she moans.

“Needed a real man to touch you, hmm? Never felt like this before have you? Practically coming the second I touch you.” She nods. Then he moves south, the pain of his finger tip circling her sore entrance is too much for her to work though.

“I-I’m too sore for that.” She murmurs regretfully. He backs off immediately.

“S’okay, honey. You’ll get used to me.” He kisses her neck softly. His fingers glide up her slickness to rest against her clit again. “This okay?” He asks. She nods eagerly. He rolls the pads over her, taking his time so he can memorize every curve and place that makes Mack press harder against his firm cock. He settles himself slightly between her cheeks, then rubs her to her morning bliss. She comes with a soft cry of his name, so much gentler than last night. He finishes her off with a kiss on the back of her neck. Her eyes are closed, but she brings her hand around to his hip, holding him while she recovers.

Mack feels more than hears David get out of bed. She turns, surprised.

“As much as I want to do that about three more times, I’ve gotta get going.” He tells her questioning look. He walks into the bathroom, shutting the door. When he comes back, Mack is waiting for an answer. “I’m heading to practice, then we are heading on the road immediately after.”

“Oh. Yeah.” She remembers. She lays back into her pillow, yawning.

“You even do that cute.” He chuckles. Mack smiles at him, but has to roll her eyes too. Now he’s just sucking up.

Mack watches him get ready, stuffing down the disappointment she feels at him disappearing from New York for a few days. She wants to ask him when he will be back, but she doesn’t want to appear desperate. Well, any more than she already has in the past 12 hours. After putting a suit on, he goes back into the bathroom then emerges with a travel bag. He tosses it into the duffle bag on a chair by the door, then zips it up. Mack can see the LV on the black leather from here. It surprises her. She wouldn’t pick David for a designer kind of guy.

He comes over to her side of the bed, putting his palms on either side of her to lock her in place. She drinks him in, admiring the complimentary tailoring of his green suit. It makes his eyes look like exploding emeralds, especially in the morning light filtering in. His black tie swings down by her chest. She grips it, tugging him down inch by slow inch with the silky fabric.

“There is breakfast food in the fridge. Help yourself to whatever you want. I do have milk if you want some oatmeal.” He quips. “I’m sorry I can’t stay.” He goes the remaining distance without her help, kissing her. “Or bring you back to your place.”

“Most hook ups don’t do breakfast or drop offs.”

“Or sleep over.” He points out. He’s got Mack there. “You gonna hide from me when I get back?” Although his tone is light, there is a seriousness to his question.

“Maybe.” She smirks as she says it, wanting to keep this interaction light.

“Something tells me you’ll be back for more.” He moves his eyes down her body, drinking her in, all tangled up in his soft sheets. Mack rolls her eyes, ignoring how true that is. He burst apart her world and put it back together last night with him as the center of it.

“Something tells me you’ll still be interested even if I’m not.” She sits up, letting the blanket fall down to her lap, exposing her bare chest. He grins, leaning forward and tickling her nipple with his mustache. Mack breathes in deeply, then lets her head fall back towards the ceiling as he sucks it into his mouth. His nose traces over it too.

“I’ll see ya, honey.” He murmurs after kissing her breast tenderly. Then he stands up, full hard on displayed while he heads to his travel bag by the door. “I’ll leave the spare key on the counter for you.” He calls over his shoulder as he leaves the room.

“What? We are definitely not there yet.” Mack calls. He pops his head back in.

“No, but I’d appreciate it if you could lock my door when you leave.” Mack purses her lips together, dimples turning pink at her embarrassing assumption. She nods after clearing her throat awkwardly.

“Yeah. I’ll do that.”

“Thank you.” He murmurs, laughing heartily at her sheepish look.

Mack waits until she hears the apartment door close behind him. Then she collapses back into his bed, laughing loudly and excitedly. She can’t help but kick her feet too, rolling around a few times to get tangled up completely in the blankets like a burrito. The outside world peaks in from an opening in the curtains. She watches a few birds fly by the window. As they soar through the air, sun soaking their feathers, they tweet their greeting to her then continue on.

Mack reaches out at them, content smile on her face, feeling as free as they are this morning.

#Mackdavid au #I am so proud of this one 🥹🤭

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eclectic-sassycoweyes · 8 days

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(Fluff!)ing It Up Friday! (Or a silly little look into Tarlos' first few weeks as husbands inspired by May @whatsintheboxmh' art (go check out her page and art right now!!), this post in specific:

https://www.tumblr.com/whatsintheboxmh/746490642133303296/ko-fi-exclusive-art-from-march?source=share ) which inspired a little snippet about just how disgustingly happy and in love these two newlyweds are!

(Reposted with creds and a little silly fluffy written imagining about Tarlos' first few weeks as husbands, with permission from the very talented May! Thank you for granting us and inspiring with your beautiful art and for liking this little thing I wrote to it at 2pm and letting me post it with your art on my blog!!)

Art by whatsintheboxmh.

This is how the first few weeks worth of mornings go after TK and Carlos return home from their honeymoon:

On the first day one of them have to work, they will be standing in front of the mirror sliding the chain through the their wedding ring, preparing to fasten it behind their neck to wear it to work. They purchased the simple gold chains several way before the wedding was scheduled, then canceled and then rescheduled - better be out in good time than risk having to leave the ring at home while they went to work and going without it for a whole day!

And the other will show up from behind under the somewhat false pretense of wanting to help with closing the little lock behind their neck. What they really came for was to catch the others gaze so they could both stand there beaming into each others eyes in the mirror, all happy and gloaty and lovestruck.. they get so distracted staring into each others eyes both looking glassy-eyes and disgustngly in love and almost telepathically (through giggles reciprocated back and forth) sharing the feeling of butterflies floating around in their bellies, that the one who was going to work ends up being ten minutes late on their first day back.

This quickly develops into a little ritual between them. Over the next week, whenever one of them is putting on the ring-necklace before work and the other hasn’t shown up behind them yet, they’ll purposefully drag the process out until the other notices what they're doing and shows up to help them so that they can spend ten minutes staring lovingly into each others eyes again, grinning and looking a little crazy and, for the hundredth's time, wisper things in each other's ears like “we’re married” or “have a good day at work husband”

On the tenth morning after returning to work post-wedding, Carlos is still sleeping, having gotten home from a night shift in the early hours in the morning. Hence TK standing alone in front of the mirror, trying to complete this last step of getting ready for work, this time without it including their little ritual that they've upheld since returning to work. TK has tried to be quiet and let Carlos sleep, and he thought he was ready to maybe start putting on the ring-necklace on his own but.. As he’s standing there he unconsciously drags the process out anyway, expecting or maybe just hoping that Carlos will magically awoken at the exact right time and show up behind him with that smile that tells TK that there is at least person that can measure up to the happiness he is feeling these days..

And even though he knows it’s irrational, he’s starting to get a little bit sad that Carlos hasn’t shown up yet.. and a bit grumpy too - it’s not fair that he has to go to work while his gorgeous, hot, sweet, larger than life, husband(!) is still lying in their shared bed making the most adorable little grunting sounds in his sleep, instead of going back to bed himself and cuddling said husband for the next 4 hours before waking him up for coffee and lazy, giddy morning s*x and.. TK is just not ready yet.

Carlos jolts a little when he is woken up by TK calling him from the bathroom. He is confused at first, sitting up after - he looks at the clock - two hours of sleep and wiping drool off his chin. And then he gets a little worried because when TK calls again he sounds a bit agitated, like something’s wrong.

Hurrying out to the bathroom, Carlos finds TK standing with the gold chain they use to wear their wedding rings to work in his hands, the ring already hanging from the middle of it, and he is pouting back at him in the mirror.

When Carlos’ bleary eyes finally show up in the mirror behind him, TK feels a surge of relief along with the flapping of butterflies that never really stopped showing up on occasion when Carlos is looking extra hot, does something extra romantic or adorable, or sometimes even just when he's walking around the loft with sleep marks on his face and pajamas on and his wedding ring on his finger.

Even though Carlos' initial reaction to TK’s pout upon having hurried into the bathroom half asleep in response to his love’s distress call is to lift an amused eyebrow followed by tiredly rubbing sleep out of his right eye, his eyes soften when they find TK’s in the mirror again.

And when he walks up behind TK and takes the chain from his hands into his own and helps him close the lock behind his neck, he can’t help but smile a bit like a crazy person at the fact they are married !!! He’s just too happy for it to be contained by being jolted awake after only two hours of sleep following a gruelling nightshift.

He kisses his way slowly up TK’s neck before turning him around to leave more kisses on first his chin, then his nose and both cheeks ending with a kiss to his forehead. When he looks down, TK is beaming up at him with glassy eyes cheeks a bit red, half from the sudden surge of emotions and half from being a bit embarrassed at having woken his poor tired husband up just because he couldnt go one morning without staring into his eyes like someone who is going maybe a bit insane from being so incredibly in love. Like all the other times Carlos has looked into those eyes in the past two weeks, Carlos thinks that he loves this man like never before.

Carlos plants his last kiss on his husbands mouth and then sends him out the door with a “stay safe husband”. He tries to wink but the truth is that this little ritual is also one he isn't ready to give up just yet, and the wink turns into probably a weird facial expression somewhere between looking like a kid who just got told that everyday for a year would be christmas, and like someone who's got something in his eye. TK responds with a breathy “I can’t wait to see you when I get back”, before sliding the door shut behind him, and Carlos heads back to a bed that could have just as easily been a pink cloud floating around way above the Austin skyline, he wouldn't have known the difference.

#mar writes something #a silly little something #tarlos fanart #art rec #911ls fanart #artist rec #tarlos #tarlos fic #tarlos honeymoon period #those sure can last a while #tarlos fluff #it's from both their perspectives okay #and also alternating lol

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odiesbun · 1 year

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May I please request a hyunjin fic where his gf (y/n) is a YouTuber and he promised to film a video with her but he’s been feeling really sick all day (maybe he has a migraine or something because of busy schedules) and doesn’t have the heart to tell her in fear of letting her down but then she slowly realizes takes care of him and it’s all cute n fluffy 🥹🤎

♡...Migraine, YouTube and You...♡

There may be errors in the text, as my native language is not English. Thank you for your likes and your request!

genre: fluff, some angst

warning: YouTube reference, subscribers, s/o is youtuber.

w.c: 0.7k

a/n: it was an excellent idea, but I messed it up, lol. It's probably not what you expected, but I'll post it anyway, sorry.

Hyunjin really liked what you did on the weekends. Every weekend, you'd leave Hyunjin to sleep in your shared bedroom because he was working very hard at work on weekdays, and you'd go and record a new YouTube video.

By the way, your subscribers knew that you were in a relationship with someone, but since a full introduction to Hyunjin and your subscribers hadn't happened yet, you both promised to arrange it this weekend.

As you sat at your desk among the three color monitors, Hyunjin slowly opened his eyes, feeling a strange sensation. After yesterday's grueling workout, his whole body ached, his head ached, and everything was blurry in front of his eyes, so he saw several objects instead of one. His painful groan as he tried to roll over into a comfortable position, or at least into a sitting position, was probably heard by your subscribers.

Subscribers.

Once again Hyunjin's thoughts echoed, causing his eyes to widen. Just today, on his day off, he had promised to record a video of you, a thought that struck him in the face again and again, causing his heart to flip painfully each time.

Suddenly you walked into the room happy, headphones on and phone in hand, reading a ton of comments about your fans wanting to see your boyfriend. But as soon as you saw Hyunjin's condition, you frowned slightly and sighed. Hwang looked at you with a pitying look, reaching out to you and inviting you to sit beside him.

- „My subscribers want to see you...“ - You broke the silence by sitting down next to you. Hwang whimpered.

- „I'm aware of that...“ - He answered muffled and hoarsely, almost ready to cry. You looked at him in surprise, completely unaware of the sudden reason for Hwang's condition, and I'm not just talking about the physical, but also the moral.

- „Hyunjin, are you all right? You don't look well...“ - You muttered, softly touching his cheek, causing Hwang to cover his eyes.

- „I'm fine... I'm just not fully awake yet. I.. I'll come over to your place soon to record the video.“ - After assuring you that he was fine, yet barely able to lie down, Hyunjin continued to lie in bed.

When you left to let him prepare for the video, Hyunjin alternately fell asleep and woke up again with a painful and exasperated groan. In the third drawer of his bedside table, he fumbled for a medicine cabinet in which he found a headache pill and drank it. He was in admiration for you and the content you posted on the Internet, but he was so afraid of screwing up in front of you...

As Hyunjin staggered out of the room, still trying to fulfill the promise he had made to you a few days ago, you came into the room in a whirlwind.

- „Y/n, I was just about to...“ - Hyunjin leaned against the wall, but you interrupted him instantly, pointing to the bed.

- „Lie down. No more words, I won't take no for an answer.“ - You stood confidently beside the bed, hands at your sides. Hyunjin obediently lay down, sighing and whispering words of apology about how sorry he was that he couldn't record a video with you.

- „That's only half the trouble. The important thing now is to get you back on your feet and to feel normal.“ - You smile softly, making Hyunjin's heart melt even in spite of his disgusted state.

♡♡♡

Hyunjin felt a little better. Now he was telling you about the events of the past week, describing each event in color and making you smile. He was lying on your chest while you gently ran his hair between your fingers.

- „Still, I'm sorry.“ - Hyunjin sighed softly after a while, covering his eyes.

- „Ah? Why?“ - You raised your eyebrows in surprise, looking at the boy with surprise and incomprehension.

- „Because I let you down... Besides, your subscribers were so eager to see me.“

- „Hyunjin, it's okay if you can't accomplish what you set out to do. Your condition is much more important than some video. My fans understood me when I said we would temporarily postpone the date to meet you because you weren't feeling well.“ - You grabbed Hwang's face in your palms, pulling him closer to you. Hyunjin absorbed the words like a sponge, occasionally blinking innocently until his eyes glistened happily.

- „You know what I want to tell you?“ - He gently lean forward, staying a few inches away from you. You smirked.

- „And what's that?“

- „That I love you. I always will. Thank you for still being with me.“ - He smiled before kissing you softly on the lips, chuckling.

#kpop #odiesbun #reactions #stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids reactions #stray kids reaction #stray kids reactions #stray kids smut #skz hyunjin #hyunjin #hyunjin imagines #hyunjin fluff #skz scenarios #skz x reader #skz

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alistairs-4th-wife · 5 months

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so sorry I haven't posted. I went on vacation and then naturally my computer keyboard decided to stop working 💀 I have a new one tho! So hopefully we will be back to regularly scheduled posting, aaaannnnd in the meantime please enjoy some

✨ Alistair breeding headcanons ✨

Obviously NSFW under the cut, pls stop reading at this point if you don't wanna see that

This man is vanilla through and through. Likes you on your back looking up at him while at the mercy of his hips.

It takes a lot of convincing to get him to do anything else, you even had to thoroughly explain to him what foreplay and aftercare were

You were never shy with your questions about your dynamic and how your relationship works in certain aspects, ghost and mortal

One night you had just blurted out if having children was something that was possible and if he would ever like to

Oh boy, that was a mistake

Alistair had never thought of creating spawns. That was just something that never crossed his mind. He never truly cared about any mortals until you, after all.

Suddenly the thought constantly flooded his mind. You carrying his child. His.

When he asked if you could try, you weren't totally sure if anything would actually result, but couldn't bring yourself to voice your doubts

That was also a mistake, you weren't sure you even slept that night

Every time he was over his high you were pinned down for another round, a few times even on your knees in doggy position.

Whenever he was ready he was hunting you down and guiding you on the nearest surface with force. Whether it was the bed, furniture, or even just the floor.

His thrusts were unrelenting. Typically he was slow and gentle with you at first to get used to his size. Not now. Fast and deep from the moment he starts to the moment he stops.

Constant grunts and hisses into your ear, "You are mine... begging to be bred. And you are going to take every last drop..."

His seed filled you, dripping from you when you went to move.

You lay there for a while, sometimes even lying in the same spot when he searches for you again

You rested for the entire day after that night. Alistair cuddled you, even got bathes started for you and made you food.

But you were eagerly anticipating the next time he'd get this urge anyway

#hatbox ghost #alistair crump #hatbox ghost imagine #alistair crump imagines #hatbox ghost x reader

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sammy-is-not-smiley · 2 years

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I just read “Next Aisle Over” and discovered your Blog and OMG! I’m obsessed your posts are so good 😍 and seeing your requests open ahhh yay!

I’ve got this Steve x Reader Idea I need to share with you (it’s kind of specific? You can also just use the general idea if that works better for you, I’m grateful either way ❤️):

The reader goes out of town for a few days and meets a guy there, he flirts with her but she is oblivious to it and thinks they are just friends, they randomly run into each other back in hawkins (specifically family video) and the guy asks her out but she declines and the guy starts insulting her (calling her a tease or whatever) and her boyfriend Steve who’s been jealousy observing the entire situation steps in and throws the guy out and comforts the reader afterwards

Also I used she/her pronouns for the reader just to explain the idea better but feel free to make it gender neutral 🫶🏼

Ignorance Isn't Always Bliss

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

S4 SPOILER FREE

Summary: After a family trip, you spend a day to hang out with Steve at Family Video. While alone with him, a familiar person walks in and flirts with you. Although you’re oblivious to it, Steve notices the flirting right away. When things go south, he’s quick to step in.

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings/tags: Flirting, jealous!steve, protective!steve, reader gets insulted, mention of a manipulative parent, language

A/N: Thank you for your kind words and the request! Next Aisle Over is quickly becoming one of my more popular fics and I didn’t expect it to be lol I wanted to make this a gn reader real bad but I really liked the idea of Steve proclaiming you're his girlfriend. I think I need to work on trying for more gn reader fics... Anyways, I hope you enjoy!!

Being away from Hawkins was both a relief and a burden. Your family vacation was as much as you could call a family vacation. Your parents had insisted on one last family trip before you started moving on with your adult life.

"One last bash with us and your brother before college, you owe us at least that much," Your father had argued irritably when you refused. He was ever so good at guilt-tripping.

So you went, and it played out as expected— all full of griping and stress with the occasional touch of actually feeling like you were on vacation. Although you wouldn't tell your parents, the trip definitely felt subpar. But it appeased them, and that's what mattered.

The trip was made a little better by one thing, though. You met someone new at the hotel you stayed at. It seemed you and the boy at the front desk had a similar schedule, him working and you going out with your family. You saw him nearly every day and you were happy to have someone your age to vent about your family to. On the day you checked out, you were surprised he slipped you his number. You never planned on doing anything with it, but you thought it was nice of him.

Now you were ready to move on, along with Steve. You two weren't exactly sure what you were planning on doing, whether it was college or not. Your father always talked about you going as if you had a college in mind. You didn't. So after having graduated, minimum wage jobs were the way to go for both you and Steve. Although not being able to work with him, you visited him at work any chance you got. Especially after the week's vacation away from him.

"Stop stealing Whoppers," Steve deadpanned, not looking up from some paperwork on the counter.

Your hand froze in the box. "I'm not stealing."

"Well you haven't paid for them, so… you're stealing." He reached over and took the box from you. You could tell he was trying to sound stern, but a ghost of a soft smile betrayed him.

You cocked your head. "Aren't you the one technically stealing? I didn't see you pay for them."

His smile fully revealed itself and he popped a Whopper in his mouth. "Perks of the job, honey. I get them for free." He looked up at you, the mischief in his eyes making your stomach flop. "You don't have the luxury I do."

You narrowed your eyes just as the door chimed. Why did a customer always have to spoil your fun?

Steve said his mandatory greeting to the only other person now in the store, then went back to his paperwork and Whoppers.

You sighed and turned around, leaning back on the counter. It took you a moment to notice the customer had frozen and stared at you.

"(y/n)?" The man chirped in surprise.

Finally getting a good look at him in the face, it clicked.

"Oh… Hey Charlie," You responded in genuine surprise. "What are you doing out here?"

Charlie smiled and walked over to you. "My brother and I are out on a lake trip with some of his buddies. I didn't know you lived here!"

You chuckled hesitantly, still half in shock. "Yep, grew up here... What are the chances we'd run into each other again, huh?"

Charlie smirked. "I know… feels like fate doesn't it?"

Steve cleared his throat behind you, reminding you of his presence. When you turned to look at him, his eyes were trained on Charlie. Subtly darker and focused.

"Oh, Steve," You sidestepped slightly. "This is Charlie. I met him on my trip last week. He made things not so sucky at the hotel."

Charlie's smile seemed to falter at your interaction with Steve, but he quickly replenished it. "Hey."

"Hey," Steve muttered, glancing between you two. “Hotel, huh?”

“Yeah, boring front desk stuff.” Charlie turned his attention back to you. "I didn't get to tell you, but you made each day at work easier. Getting to see a pretty girl every day was nice." He flashed a smirk, the corners of his eyes wrinkling slightly.

You scoffed and grinned. "Don't you have a movie to find, hotel boy?"

Charlie laughed and stuffed his hands in his shorts pockets. “Right, right, I’ll get out of your hair.” With that, he slowly moseyed away to inspect the shelves of tapes.

You remained at the front counter near Steve, waiting anxiously for Charlie to hurry up and get out of the store so you could have your alone time with your boyfriend. While waiting, Steve shifted to the computer and began typing away. You couldn’t help but notice he poked at the keys harder than usual.

After a bit, he glanced over his shoulder to Charlie, who was at the back corner of the store. “So, hotel boy… You know he was flirting with you, right?” He asked, leaning closer to you as you tried to sneak another Whopper.

“Yeah, right. You just think so ‘cause you get jealous.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. You always thought it was cute when Steve got like this though.

He gave you an unconvinced expression, his hair flopping to his forehead. “Babe, he said it was fate you met and called you pretty. He’s flirting.” He once again took the box of Whoppers back.

You shook your head, pouting slightly as the box was taken. “Shush, he’s just being nice.”

Steve sighed in discomfort but dropped the subject as Charlie approached the counter with his movie of choice. You smiled politely at him and moved over, laying your head down on the counter. Although you were oblivious to it, Steve noticed Charlie kept glancing at you from the side.

Steve rented out the movie as quickly as possible to get him out of the store and be alone with you again. “Have a good one,” He said, staring Charlie down, intending to do so until the other boy walked out and drove off. However, Charlie had other plans.

“So (y/n),” He started, leaning in closer to where you were. “I was just grabbing the movie for my brother, but I’m free tonight. Kind of wanted to fill my plans and do something with you. What do you say?”

Your head popped up from the counter at his offer, an alarmed expression on your face. “Plans… Just the two of us?” You clarified.

Charlie nodded, a proud smile on his face.

“Oh…” You glanced at Steve momentarily. His eyebrows were raised and his eyes said ‘I told you so’. “I actually already have a boyfriend Charlie… But thanks for the offer.”

Charlie's smile fell and he let out a heavy sigh. “I see how it is…”

Your brow came together in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve been nothing but nice to you, you know.” He ran a hand through his blonde hair. “I don’t get why bitches like you always have to be such a tease.”

“Hey, pal,” Steve cut in, standing up straighter, “You got your movie, I think it’s time you head out.”

Charlie rolled his eyes. “What, you don’t think she’s acting like a bitch?”

“Look, man,” Steve began walking around the counter, “Out of the three of us, you’re the one acting like a bitch.”

Charlie scoffed, although you noticed he took a step back from you to face up to Steve. “I just helped you with some of your paycheck bro, and you’re trying to pick a fight with me?”

“No,” Steve pushed himself between you and Charlie, grabbing your hand reassuringly behind his back. “Not trying to fight, I’m just kicking you out for calling my girlfriend a fucking bitch and a tease.”

Charlie’s neck snaked back, shoulders sagging slightly. “Girlfriend… Right. Tch,” He jeered, a bitter smile on his face. He turned and began walking out. “You seem like the kind of guy that’d get with a whore anyway,” He called over his shoulder as he walked out the door, the chime cheering on his leave.

Steve let go of your hand and lurched forward to follow Charlie out, but you caught him by the elbow before he could do so. “Don’t,” You muttered, looking at the ground in shame when he turned to you.

He sighed, bringing his hand up to your rosy, embarrassed cheeks. His hands were warm from the heat of his anger. “You okay?”

“You were right,” You chuckled humorlessly, shaking your head. “Sorry I didn’t believe you.”

Steve could tell that wasn’t the only thing bothering you. The way your eyes darted around exposed the fact you were repeating Charlie’s insults in your head.

“Look at me?” Steve asked softly, pressing his knuckle under your chin, guiding you up to look at him directly. When you did, his eyes were significantly softer. His eyes only ever went that soft for you. “You’re not a bitch or a whore… And if you’re a tease, it’s only for me.”

A genuine laugh bubbled from you, making him smile. “Screw you, Harrington.”

He shifted his hand to grab your chin as he leaned in and gave you a slow, affectionate kiss. The smell of chocolate drifted back and forth between your mouths. The insults weighing on your shoulders slid off like butter smelting on a hot pan.

Gently, he pulled away, giving your chin a squeeze. “Maybe later, babe.” He then leaned over the counter and grabbed the box of Whoppers left by the paperwork. “Here,” He pushed it into your chest. “You can have the rest.”

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A Star That’s Out of Reach (Chapter 9)

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It’s been a while since I updated this, huh? I saw the news about Keanu Reeves and it kickstarted another hyperfixation, so I decided now would be a good time to try and get at least a few chapters out. I can’t say my posting for this fic (or any fic) will ever be fully consistent though, sorry. ^^;;

Anyways, hope you enjoy~

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Shadow quietly opened the door to the house, his ears drooped and his face pointed to the ground. Much to his dismay, Rouge was still awake and sat on the couch despite it being late. She immediately turned to look at Shadow, seemingly excited about his return, but her disposition shifted as she read Shadow’s body language.

“Hey, are you okay?” she asked worriedly, quickly flying over to him. Shadow remained silent and simply shook his head, feeling too emotional to respond verbally. “I see that you may not be up to talk about it. For now, why don’t you join me on the couch?” Shadow nodded compliantly, still refusing to make eye contact. Shadow laid on his side, resting his head against the armrest. Rouge took her seat next to him, occasionally glancing over at him to make sure he was okay. To her discomfort, he simply stared at the screen, showing no intention of falling asleep or moving. After a couple hours had passed, Rouge paused the tv.

“Shadow honey, I am happy to keep the show on, but maybe you should consider resting your eyes while you watch? You’ll wear yourself out if you don’t.” Shadow let out a small grunt and then closed his eyes compliantly, which brought Rouge a bit of comfort. She resumed the program and after checking on Shadow a few times and finding his eyes still closed, she allowed herself to fall asleep too.

Amy opened her eyes as the sun crept into her room. She rubbed her eyes, still incredibly tired from a restless night's sleep. Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t get her mind to calm down enough for her to sleep. Sighing defeatedly, she rose from her bed and drowsily wandered to her calendar. Her eyes widened and she read what she had scheduled for the day.

“Oh, that’s right,” Amy spoke to herself. “Silver and Blaze are coming to visit. Given everything that’s been happening, I sort of forgot.” She then stretched her arms out and exhaled again. “Right, I need to get myself ready.” She dressed herself and then headed outside, joining her friends outside Tails’ workshop where they had agreed to meet. They waved her over, then seemed to become uncomfortable as she approached.

“Woah Ames, are you okay?” Sonic asked worriedly.

“Of course I am! Why?” Amy panicked a little. “Is something wrong with my outfit?”

“No, it’s not that,” Tails interjected. “It’s just…uhm…”

“You look suuuper tired,” Knuckles added tactlessly, warranting an angry stare from both Sonic and Tails. “What? Am I wrong?”

Amy became flustered and shifted nervously in place, trying to decide what to do. “L-let me go back and change and-” Before Amy could even finish her thought, Silver and Blaze arrived in unison.

“Hey guys,” Silver called out, waving enthusiastically. Amy panicked and turned the other way, but then realised Blaze had come from that way.

“Hello everyone,” Blaze greeted politely. She almost immediately noticed that Amy was worried about something, then took note of her tired appearance. She decided, however, not to comment on it for the time being.

“It’s so good to see you both again,” Sonic beamed, high-fiving Silver as he approached. “How have you been?”

“Busy,” Blaze sighed. “I’ve been looking forward to this little vacation.”

“Pretty good on my end,” Silver added. “Though as much as I love the peace, I will admit I’ve been rather restless because of it. I’m happy for the distraction.”

“Is that your way of saying you want me to cause some future-altering disaster for you to help me fix?” Sonic teased, jabbing Silver gently with his elbow.

“I don’t feel like I can answer that without landing myself in hot water,” Silver replied anxiously, taking Sonic a little too seriously. The group laughed cheerily at this exchange, all energised by each others’ company.

“I’m starving,” Sonic then continued. “Let’s go get some breakfast.”

Blaze smirked as she sceptically placed her hands on her hips. “I hope by that you don’t mean chilli dogs.” Sonic looked away and whistled, to which Blaze softly chuckled in amusement.

“Don’t worry,” Tails chimed in. “When Vanilla heard you two were coming, she offered to host breakfast for us. I’m sure Cream will be excited to see you again, Blaze!”

“Well then,” Blaze spoke as she began to lead the group. “Let’s get going!”

The group of them made their way to Vanilla’s house, everyone chattering away except for Amy, who lagged behind the group a little. Blaze looked over her shoulder, observing the vacant expression on her face. Blaze slowed her pace to match Amy’s, now walking alongside her.

“Is everything okay, Amy?” she asked softly. Amy took a moment to respond, then appeared more attentive.

“Oh...y-yeah, I’m okay,” Amy stuttered in reply, her voice lacking conviction. Blaze raised a sceptical eyebrow at her. “I just didn’t sleep very well, that’s all,” she confessed due to nerves.

“Is there a particular reason for that?” Blaze enquired, causing Amy to tense up a little.

“No no, nothing!” Amy insisted, flailing her arms. She noticed Blaze staring at her doubtfully, then sighed defeatedly.

“If you insist,” Blaze conceded. “But I’m here to listen if and when you decide you would like to talk about it.”

Amy smiled gratefully. “Thank you.”

The group eventually made there way to Vanilla’s. Cream excitedly greeted Blaze with a hug, which was hesitantly but warmly reciprocated. They then all made their way into the house and enjoyed eating breakfast together, with Blaze, who was sat next to Amy, occasionally nudging Amy back to consciousness as she drifted in and out of deep thought. After some time, the group left the house, content from their fill of food.

“Man, I could really use a nap right about now,” Sonic spoke as he stretched out.

Blaze’s ear twitched as an idea formed in her mind. “Why don’t we take an hour to rest and then meet up later?” she suggested, which surprised the rest of the group. “No point in us doing anything heavy after such a large meal.” The group looked at one another then nodded in agreement with the plan. Blaze then looked over at Amy, which startled the pink hedgehog. “Amy, perhaps I can come over and help you set up for my stay tonight?” Blaze asked, hoping Amy would pick up on her ulterior motive. Amy stared blankly for a moment, then realised what Blaze meant.

“Oh sure, that’s a good idea!” Amy replied, mustering as much enthusiasm as she could.

“Can I come too?” Silver asked, waving his arm energetically. Blaze glared at him, causing him to flinch a little.

“I don’t mind,” Amy assured, giving Blaze a comforting look. “Did you want to spend your first night with Blaze and I?”

Silver beamed. “Yeah, that would be awesome!”

“Are you sure that’s okay?” Blaze reiterated, unsure of Amy’s thought process.

Amy placed a hand on Blaze’s shoulder. “It’s fine, I honestly don’t mind.”

“I actually have something I need to work on, so I’ll catch up with you all later,” Tails announced before turning and flying away, waving as he left.

“That settles that then,” Sonic sighed contently, then let out a yawn. “Smell ya later.” Sonic then dashed away in an instant.

“I’ll go check on the Master Emerald,” Knuckles stated before he excused himself.

“Well, I guess we should go too, then,” Amy thought aloud. “Did you guys bring any gear with you?” Blaze and Silver looked at one another, then shook their heads.

“I apologise, Amy, but this is actually my first slumber party,” Blaze confessed. “Being a princess doesn’t exactly accommodate this sort of tradition.”

“I’m usually on my own,” Silver followed up, scratching the back of his head nervously. “This is the first time I’ve ever been invited to one.”

“That’s okay,” Amy spoke. “I actually somewhat expected this, so I got some spares for you. Though I will admit, I was expecting Silver to sleep over with Sonic and the others.”

Silver tilted his head. “Is there a reason you don’t want me there?”

“Oh sorry, I didn’t mean it like that!” Amy panicked. “It’s just…unexpected. I wasn’t sure you’d want to sleep over with a couple of girls.”

Silver’s confused expression grew. “I still don’t get it.”

“Let’s just leave it at that,” Blaze suggested, keen to move along. “Amy, lead the way.”

The three of them made their way to Amy’s house, casually chattering along the way. They quickly arrived, then began to set up for later. Silver moved the furniture with ease using his telekinesis, following Amy’s instruction. Blaze rolled out the sleeping bags next to each other, placing a pillow at the head of each one. Once they’d finished, they all sat on the now moved couch.

“So,” Blaze spoke up. “Care to explain what kept you up last night?”

Amy’s cheek tinted red, then looked at Silver and Blaze, who were sat next to each other. “You promise not to tell anyone about this?”

“Of course not,” Silver immediately promised. “An important component to friendship is trust, right?” Silver’s expression shifted to one of sincerity and keen interest. “I know I may not seem like it, but I’m very good at keeping secrets.”

“You have my word that what is spoken of here shall not be uttered again,” Blaze assured. “Please speak your mind with confidence.”

Amy looked away, hesitating anxiously. “I think there’s someone that I like,” she confessed, twirling her fingers around one another.

“Do you mean Sonic?” Silver asked curiously, to which Amy shook her head.

“Well, I mean,” she stammered. “I do like Sonic, but I confessed to him a while ago.” Amy’s ears drooped a little. “He rejected me.” Blaze and Silver began to look concerned.

“I’m so sorry, Amy,” Blaze comforted.

Amy shook her head again and smiled. “It’s fine. I was anticipating it anyway.” She looked up sombrely. “This isn’t about him, anyway.” This peaked both Blaze and Silver’s curiosity.

“Who is it then?” Silver asked with blunt curiosity, though it was without a hint of malice.

“I’m…not comfortable saying,” Amy admitted as her face became redder. “It makes no sense.”

“Come on, we won’t judge!”

“Silver,” Blaze snapped sternly, causing Silver to recoil a little. She then sighed. “The ‘who’ isn’t what’s important.”

“Oh, you’re right,” Silver acknowledged, realising his misstep. “Sorry Amy. Please continue!”

“It’s just,” Amy continued. “He is such a nice guy despite what other people think. I have only ever seen him as a friend up until now.” Amy leaned forward in her seat, resting her chin in her hands. “But as soon as he confessed to me, I felt so overwhelmed. I was so sure I only viewed him platonically, but now…now I’m not so sure.”

“Is there something wrong with liking this person?” Silver asked genuinely.

“Not necessarily,” Amy answered. “I guess it’s just a bit…strange, from an outside perspective at least. I doubt he would be the first person you’d think of when you imagine someone compatible with me.” Blaze had a sudden look of realisation, but quickly stifled it.

“Just because something is unconventional, that doesn’t necessarily make it wrong,” Blaze commented.

“I know. I guess I’m just worried what would happen if people found out about us.”

“But they’re your feelings, right?” Silver noted. “It doesn’t really matter what other people think.”

“It matters to me!” Amy snapped accidentally, quickly covering her mouth in shock. She then looked at the ground, seemingly conflicted. “I get what you’re saying, I’m just worried what it would mean for everyone if we ever dated.” Silver seemed deep in thought, then suddenly lit up.

“Wait, is it-” Silver started, but was interrupted as Blaze made a cutting gesture at her throat. “Uhm, what I mean is, wouldn’t your friends want to support you regardless of who it is? Besides, knowing you, I’m sure there’s a very strong reason who liking this person.”

Amy remained silent for a moment, twirling her thumbs around each other. “I guess they’d be supportive, even if it takes some time. And this person is remarkably sweet, despite their cold exterior. I guess I’m just worried. It all feels so sudden.”

“You don’t have to rush into anything, right?” Blaze pointed out. “Should you both decide to date, there’s no reason that you have to rush the relationship. You can take it at your own pace. You don’t even have to label your relationship as romantic at first if you don’t feel comfortable doing so.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Amy acknowledged. “I guess I’m also worried that I might hurt him. I know he’s strong, but deep down I know he has a delicate heart.”

“I’m sure he feels the same way,” Blaze spoke softly. “But that’s something that you’ll only find out if you talk to him. The fact he even confessed to you shows how much he cares about you. I doubt he’d want to do anything to hurt you, just as much as you don’t want to hurt him.”

“Everyone hurts their friends at some point, right?” Silver noted. “No one’s perfect.”

Amy chuckled a little. “It’s funny. I remember saying something similar to him once before.” Amy took a deep breath. “I guess I really should talk to him. But not tonight – tonight is about you guys.”

“By all means, don’t hold back on seeing him on our accounts,” Blaze assured. “Equally though, please take your time. I want you to be comfortable in your decision.”

“I’m sure Shadow will understand and accept your choice either way,” Silver added. “I’m sure he just wants to be by your side in whatever capacity he can.”

Amy smiled. “Thank you both. Speaking to you both has been very helpful.” Amy’s eyes widened and she suddenly sprung up, her face burning red. “W-wait, how did you know it was Shadow?”

“Oops,” Silver croaked nervously.

“Apologies, Amy,” Blaze spoke up, raising her hand. “I also deduced who it was.” Amy stood stunned for a moment, then dived onto the couch face first, hiding her face and kicking her legs restlessly as she squealed from embarrassment.

“I-if its any consolation,” Silver nervously stuttered. “I think Shadow is an amazing person, so I don’t blame you for wanting to date him!” Instead of comforting Amy like he’d hope, he only furthered Amy’s embarrassment. Blaze glanced at the clock, hoping to find a way to bail both of her friends out of this uncomfortable situation, when she noticed the time.

“Oh, it appears our time is up,” she announced, causing the both of them to look at the clock as well. She then smiled warmly at the two of them. “Shall we meet up with the others?” Silver hopped out of the seat excitedly.

“I’m ready!”

Blaze stood up, then turned and offered her hand to Amy. The pink hedgehog sighed, then smiled and took her hand and was lifted onto her feet.

“Let’s go and have some fun, shall we?” Blaze suggested, hoping to ease Amy’s stress.

“Okay,” Amy responded. “Let’s do this!”

#shadow #shadow the hedgehog #amy rose #shadamy #silver the hedgehog #blaze the cat #tails the fox #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #rouge the bat #sonic fanfic #nagichi writes

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Rachel Daly x Reader

Part Four - Part of the Team

Posted: 15/03/23 Edited: 20/07/23

As the alarms rang out you stirred awake as Rachel rolled over and tried to snooze them. She doesn’t need to be up so early but you need to make yourself look good for meeting the team again. Kissing her shoulder you rolled out of bed and into the en-suite, secretly using her toothbrush to brush your teeth. You found her make up and applied enough to make you look decent but not overly done up then brushed your hair and planted it in a messy bun on top of your head then browsed through Rachel’s wardrobe looking for something cute but casual to wear. Your denim shorts had dried from yesterday, you just needed a top, nothing caught your attention so you decided to stick with the Nike Home one as you thought you looked cute. You did take one of her cardigans though and pulled that on while digging out your socks from the end of the bed then tiptoed downstairs to make the teas. Flicking through your phone while the kettle boiled and browsing your friends messages, you’ll have to make time to see them to give them the low down. You carried the teas upstairs and woke Rach up with lots of kisses, “I used your toothbrush by the way” you smiled baring your teeth “and helped yourself to my closet yeah?” she mumbled while rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. “What else am I supposed to do, go in the nude?” you joked “absolutely not, that’s just for me!” pulling you closer, “you have half hour to get ready so drink up”. Rachel was wondering how on earth she had scored a gorgeous woman she’s known for less than 24 hours that can also keep her on schedule, and bring her tea in the morning?! She could get used to this.

Rach strutted off to the toilet as you asked if there was anything else she needed in her bags, she listed off a few things that you packed for her. She came out the bathroom looking tired, a little bit scruffy but a whole lot of sexy made you grab her from walking any further and pull her in for a kiss. “You look hot” tugging on her shirt “what, even like this?” she asked screwing her face up in confusion. “Especially like this - all sleepy and cute, I wanna cuddle you all day” you said wrapping your arms around her so she couldn’t move. “I like this cardi on you” she said wiggling out of your grasp to get ready to leave.

You were half hour early but Rach wanted to stop at Starbucks to grab a coffee and she bought you a smoothie. Riding in the car to St James Park singing along to 90s classics like Mmm Bop and Spice World you both arrived in a cheery and happy mood. Rachel walked you out to the pitch as you were early and no one was out yet then sat in the stands with you chatting about the game next week when your mum called wondering where you were. “I’m at England’s training session mum, sorry I didn’t let you know I wasn’t coming home, I’ve met someone” your cheeks turned a little blushed as you prepared for a barrage of questions. “Oh right, boy or a girl?” she started “a woman mum” “where did you meet them?” “at the game yesterday” “oh I hope they fancy the same players you do so there’s no arguments” you laughed and glanced at Rachel who was also laughing. “Funny story actually, she is one of the players” pulling Rach into the frame “this is Rachel, Rach this is my mum” “hiii, nice to meet you, your daughter is amazing” she gushed “is that Lioness Rachel Daly?!” Mum’s voiced raised. “Yeah, we spent the night together” you don’t hide much from your mum, she always sees right through you if you do anyway. “Oh my god, my daughter is a WAG!” she screeched which made you both burst out laughing. “Mum, we met less than 24 hours ago, we’re just having fun at the moment okay, I’ll let you know when I’m coming home, love you”. You apologised to Rachel who explained that that is exactly how her mum would react if she wasn’t already a famous footballer. “I better go get changed” she kissed you then went back through the tunnel.

This gave you a chance to call your friends who immediately answered without the phone even ringing screaming “TELL US EVERYTHING”. Where do you even start? We had sex in the Wembley showers which we both agree was more like making love than sex, basically inseparable and both falling head over heels for each other and now I’m watching the Lionesses train for the Brazil friendly next week. Anyone that wasn’t involved in your story would not believe what you was saying. “You can’t tell anyone okay, this is between us” seeking assurance from your friends “of course! Besties don’t go spreading each other’s business! Just get us tickets for the game yeah!” they replied cheekily “I’ll try huns, love you”.

With that, Rachel came jogging out on to the pitch in her kit and the butterflies had been replaced by fanny flutters, she looked so damn hot! And she knew it too, giving you a twirl so you wolf whistled her, then you heard other players coming “hey you better do that for all of us!” Beth appeared. After everyone was out you wolf whistled for all of them. “Nice shirt!” Lucy Bronze shouted up at you “oh this ole thing, just something I had lying around!” chuckling as you walked down the steps to greet everyone. “Still here then, it must be serious” Leah said before getting jabbed in the ribs by Millie - “don’t listen to her she’s jealous, and you got her here on time, that is a massive achievement!” Leah rolled her eyes and jogged away. “I’m just here to see my fave team and I wore this to remind you who you are!” Mary piped up with “what team!?” You knew she was a High School Musical kid from her TikToks so shouted “Wildcats!” back at her which won you a high 5. Millie spotted your messy bun and demanded to know how you got the mess so perfect, grabbing your shoulders to inspect the up do “this is the perfect header bun! You have to show me how to do it!” you said that you’ll show her when she shows you how to do hers. Why is blending into this team so easy? They all make you feel so calm and relaxed which is the complete opposite to your usual anxious self. Mary interrupted to ask your Insta handle and immediately followed you then Sarina came out and they all jogged over to her, grabbing Rachel’s arm before she could disappear “you look so fucking hot right now” you said under your breath so no one else could hear but her, she smirked while running her tongue along her teeth then jogged away, you went back to your seat.

Watching the team warm up and start the exercises laid out for them for the day, you kept catching Rachel’s eye every once in a while which made you happy. You decided to take some photos of the team on your new phone, testing out the camera and different settings - they turned out pretty good! You sent one to your friends who replied immediately, “have you seen your Insta?!” Curious, you opened the app to see Mary had tagged you in the dance from last night and your followers had gone through the roof, they included a lot of the England girls too. Scrolled through the comments and noticing there were hundreds of “who is this girl?” ‘That’s me, the mysterious team member now’, you thought. You replied to your friends like wow, a lot has happened overnight! They asked if you’d still remember them when you become famous.

Y - “Of course! I need you guys to keep me grounded 😂 It’s literally not even been 24 hours, she could still get the ick”

T - “I doubt it, the girls have all followed you, I don’t think they’d do that for a one night stand”

Y - “true, maybe she’s told them 🤷🏻‍♀️”

T - “well she did introduce you to all of them while you were wearing her shirt, that seems pretty territorial to me! 😂”

Y - “😂😂😂”

You left it at that and went back to focussing on their training, noticing Millie and Rachel were stood around chatting, you wondered if they were talking about last night. They were smiling and hugging before going back to passing the ball around. You forgot to ask how long the training sesh was, were you expected to stay throughout? You were unsure and decided to head off to find a toilet, spending some time looking in the mirror adjusting your bun before using the loo. Rachel must have seen you leave as when you came out of the cubicle she was propped up by the sinks.

“Hey you” she smiled, you grinned back at her while washing your hands. “So I was telling Millie about you and she suggested a double date tonight?” You were taken back by the offer of a second date in two days, she must feel strongly about you. “That sounds nice, I should probably pop home and grab some clothes and stuff, where are you thinking?” you asked. “We have a rest day tomorrow so we were thinking about Soho?” she shrugged. “That sounds cool, how dressed up are you two going? I don’t wanna look too over or under dressed, is it a bar or a club?” you don’t wanna stand out “a bar, we can’t drink too much until the game is over” she said jumping down from the side. “Okay sounds cool, I’ll run back and get some clothes-” “why don’t we all go shopping after training? We can pick each other’s outfits?” she interrupted your train of thought. “You really can’t spend a moment without me can you” smirking at her as Rachel stared at you deeply smiling and shaking her head. “It sounds fun! When do you think you’ll get off?” “Another hour or two I reckon, Sarina doesn’t like to push us too hard after game day. It’ll be longer and more rigorous on Saturday before the game on Sunday, do you have tickets?” You explained how you’re the organiser of the group and had been a little preoccupied lately as she played with a lose strand of your hair. “Okay leave it with me, I’ve gotta have you there cheering us on” she said defiantly “okay, I’ll go find a drink and come back to the stands. I hope you’ve got a kit at home” you said flirtingly as you pulled on her waistband before walking away in search of the cafe.

You were directed upstairs to the cafe which was in a box that overlooked the pitch. You ordered a tea and sat down in front of the window to watch the girls take shots at Mary. This team is phenomenal, they’re going to go all the way - you knew it. Still in disbelief that this whole scenario was real life, you gazed out the window for a little while before reaching for your book. You completely zoned out and for the first time, you weren’t thinking about Rachel. You read chapter after chapter completely lost in the world of your book until you felt a hand softly squeeze your shoulder, you knew who’s it was and nuzzled your cheek on it before planting a kiss on her finger.

“Do you want a coffee?” you asked as she took the seat opposite you, “I’ll get it” as she went to get up, “no you paid for dinner last night, at least let me pay for coffee, how do you like it?” Rachel asked for her order and then Millie appeared “do you want a coffee Mill?” you called out to her, “omg yes please! Rach knows my order!” as she plopped down at the table you’d stationed as your own, “then you can show me how to do this bun!” You laughed to yourself as you carried the drinks over and asked what the plan was. They explained that they were thinking of going to Oxford Street and picking out two outfits, one for each other person and we have to buy the one we like the best. You saw this as unfair as they didn’t know your style, whereas you could guess theirs from photos. “That’s the fun of it” Millie said. “Is your boyfriend not getting dragged into this too?” you asked her, alas he was at work and getting out of the torture. You hate shopping at the best of times, you didn’t know if these two were slow dilly dalliers or in-out people like you. For some reason you were feeling a bit nervous, Millie has to like you otherwise you and Rach would never work out.

At the shop you chose a banging outfit for Rach - smart caj and sexy which she loved and felt confident in. Rachel chose a cute dress for Millie and after some guidance about your likes and dislikes they both managed to put an outfit together for you. A long black dress with slits up the legs with a oversized plaid shirt over the top. You felt like it needed a hat and boots though so you browsed those aisles until you found what you wanted, then chose your jewellery and accessories together before getting out of there.

Picking up McDonalds on the way home, they both chose salads as they’re on a strict diet. You however are not and devoured two cheeseburgers and large fries in front of them. To say they were jealous was an understatement! “Perks of not being a footballer!” you said with a cheeky grin. You took a few slurps of your Pepsi then popped the top off and pulled a bottle of JD out of your bag as you glugged it into the cup before noticing both girls were staring judgingly at you. “I’m nervous!” you blushed, “this is just a pre drink to give me confidence!” you insisted. “You don’t need to be nervous” Millie put her arm round you, “Rach has told me how much she likes you, which means we will get along as well.” You were wondering exactly what your girl had told her bestie as you took some sips from your cup. “Right, we better get showered, come on” Rachel held her hand out to you and lead you upstairs “keep it down yeah” laughed Millie who was munching into her salad.

Part Five - Not my Decision to Make

#rachel daly #millie bright #lionesses #rachel daly x reader #beth mead #lucy bronze #mary earps #woso masterlist #woso x reader

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thecontumacious · 2 years

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"Among the thousands I've met, you are the only one my heart resonates with."

mysta rias edition.

he was ready to give you up. but you give him one last spark of hope.

a/n: this is for the long promised series i announced a thousand years ago because i’ve recently hit 1K, but now i’m 500 followers late since i hit that mark so—anyway, here’s a little comeback gift after disappearing for so long!

reminder that all my work and others in the fandom are purely fiction and intended to entertain, not to be projected irl.

vox akuma edition (tba). luca kaneshiro edition. ike eveland edition (tba). shu yamino edition (tba).

it was all but a rush for mysta.

he woke up that morning, a little later than he liked because then he would have to quicken his morning routine and sacrifice breakfast time with you

when he entered the kitchen, you're leaning against the kitchen island with a piece of toast in your hand as you scrolled through your phone

mysta, without fail, smiles at the typical view he gets every time the sun breaks through the horizon. just you in your pajamas, some kind of light meal in your hand and idly on your phone as you wait for him to wake up

"morning, mysta!" you greet, crumbs on the corner of your mouth. you wave him over to grab something to eat. "lucky for you, i made you something quick but filling. grab a few pieces and rush to work."

oh, and the fact you also remember his schedule, despite he himself sometimes forgetting them.

"thanks, babe," mysta grins, doing as you said and pressing a long chaste kiss to your lips. you giggle and poke his side, eliciting a small chuckle out of the detective before he says, "i'll see you later?"

"yep," you nod. "be careful on the road, mysta."

"i will!" he chirps, pecking your cheek one last time before he says, "i love you, y/n."

and he'll never ever get bored of saying that. no matter how many times, no matter how long, no matter if you reciprocated it or not.

"i love you too, mysta."

and that was the last thing the detective heard from you. not just that day, but the next day and the entire next week you were declared missing.

when mysta finally returned home, he panicked upon finding the apartment door forced open and the knob fallen to the floor. he carefully makes his way inside, his heart only dropping lower with every step he takes.

the walls are littered with scratches, the floor is dirtied with various prints of shoes and items are thrown around the apartment.

these signs of struggles...

"y/n!" mysta shouts, avoiding knocked-over furniture as he frantically scoured the rooms for even a breadth of your hair. but he found nothing, even with his detective skills. it's like you had just disappeared.

then he ran out of the apartment complex like he had never run before all the way to the closest police station where he begs for an officer's help, face flustered as he told them how he wasn't able to find you

luckily, since mysta usually helped around in the police station, they recognize him and is willing to lend aid in almost no time. they ask questions, they send for search parties, they ask for announcements to be posted.

but it's all to no avail.

no one had seen you. no one had noticed you go missing.

it was so infuriating to the point mysta felt like pulling his hair until he bled. he didn't care how much it hurt. when he realized you were missing, that was the greatest pain he felt.

he didn't even realize when was the last time he ate something proper. just a cup of noodles two nights ago-ish?

"mysta, please go home," vox begs, tugging on his friend's arm to get up from his chair. but the detective only shoots him a look with his painfully bloodshot eyes then goes back to tracing files as though he hadn't been doing that the past eight hours or so

"mysta, you're going to kill yourself," the demon pleads once more, attempting to stop the stubborn man by pushing away his documents.

but he's met with a scowl from mysta, "fuck off, vox. i don't need you telling me what to do. i'm busy."

he understood how important you were to him. how incredibly meaningful you were. the joy you brought into his life. vox completely understood what it felt like to have someone so special by your side suddenly disappear.

but mysta was also one of his closest friends. there was no way in the world he was going to idle by and watch him deteriorate like this.

"this is not what y/n would've wanted for you," vox reasons.

at the mention of your name, mysta pauses and for the slightest second, the demon catches him dwindle down.

"they're out there somewhere. they could be in pain, almost dead, scared! i have to find them soon!" the detective turns to his friend, fear lacing his orange-blue eyes. "i can't afford to lose a second where i could be tracking them down, vox."

"don't you think they would've rather you showed up healthy and well-nutritioned than in bones and barely alive?"

"they're barely alive! i'll eat something soon, okay? just... just let me find them please. i need to know if they're okay," is the last thing that drove vox to sigh and leave his friend be, pretty much giving up on him for the day.

mysta breaths a sigh of relief and his eyes are trained back onto the long blocks of black text on the desk, occasionally a few inserted photographs of evidence and possible tracks you might’ve left behind

but then his mind suddenly echoes vox's words from earlier.

he was right. him treating himself like this for your sake was something you would never allow. it's only when mysta imagines your figure looming over him, giving him an earful does he really feel his hollow stomach

he picks up his phone and orders takeout, the usual one you and him would order on late nights like these. when it arrived, the whiff of the food invading his sense of smell, the detective is spilling tears all over his papers.

overwhelmed with memories he can't wait to relive again.

as mysta spoons every bite into his mouth, he closes his eyes even tighter, refusing to accept that when he opens them again, he won't see you there stuffing your face with takeout

but when the box is empty, he's forced to face the darkness and his loneliness. you still nowhere to be found.

somehow, it's been two weeks since the earth swallowed you whole and no one, not even detectives greater than mysta was able to find you. with every passing day, the man's heart only shrinks and greys.

two weeks of nothing... there was no way you were still alive, was there?

every time this thought would make itself present within mysta's mind, he would slap himself until his cheeks stung, determined that he would find you soon.

but again, even with the entire police force of the city, it really did seem like you've been swallowed whole by the earth. the detective pressed for them to search further, even if it costed his entire life's fortune.

it took even sonny to tell mysta they had to close the case, no matter how much he refused to believe you were dead.

"please, i know they're out there somewhere! we haven't found their body yet so there's still a chance--"

sonny pauses him by holding his shoulders firm, a heavy frown on his face, "mysta, please. we've done all we can. we've checked city footage, we've asked everyone single person in this city and ransacked it upside down. they're... they're already gone, mysta. you have to let them go--"

"no! i can't do that to them! not when they've never given up on me. i'm not going to give up on them," with that, the detective storms out of the station and away, to who knows where. all mysta needed was some space from the world and a clearer head.

he reaches the outskirts of the city, with lesser people and quieter streets.

"please, y/n, where are you..." he prays, wiping the sweat off his forehead. but it becomes more than his sweat he's erasing. it's his reluctant tears.

he hiccups, continuing to wipe away the endless river down his cheeks, "please, baby. please, give me a sign. where are you? please, come back to me."

ding.

mysta freezes, his sobbing ceased for a moment as he fished his phone out from his pocket.

baby 💕 : mystaaaa come pick me up will you?

huh?

the detective blinks, rubs his eyes once, blinks again before he looks down at his phone. th-that... that was a text from you? his eyes weren't deceiving him?

no, it was probably because of the lack of food he's been eating…

baby 💕 : i'm at the train station

baby 💕 : i'll share my location

then an exact location within the city. and it really was in a train station.

mysta doesn't even waste his time to text you back as he jogs on over to where you were.

it didn't matter it was still a mile away. he could run a thousand more just for you. because you were alive and you're asking him to find you. nothing else mattered.

the entire run to the train station, mysta can feel the weight of the past two weeks evaporate off his shoulders. all those late nights crying over you, scouring the apartment for weeks on end, asking everyone he met if they had seen you finally comes to fruition.

he was finally going to see you again, hold you again, kiss you again and tell you how much he loved you.

the station gates finally come into view and mysta pushed the last of his energy to speed up. then he rushes through, ignoring the people who eyed him oddly as he searched every station to where you could be

he frantically looked here and there, but you still weren't sight. mysta kept searching though, no matter if it took him all night.

then he sees you.

your hair in the distance and the outfit you were last seen in.

just like the first he met you, mysta's heart skips a beat as his legs carry him forward to you. when you turned a corner, he did too. when you ran, he ran.

"y/n!" he called out, but you only run faster away from him.

then mysta catches you jumping onto the railway of the train, still speeding your way through the tunnels. he immediately worries about an incoming train and almost contemplated whether to follow behind

but he's been looking for you all this time. how is a train going to stop him?

"y/n, wait up!"

he hops down to the railway as well, ignoring the officers present as he chased you down through the dark tunnel.

mysta couldn't recall just how long he's been trudging through the dark, but after a while, he was able to see the bright end and your figure standing right there.

he smiled, jogging the last final stretch and for once, finally sees your beautiful face in the early evening light.

two weeks.

the most excruciating two weeks in his entire life.

but that didn't matter.

there you were.

"baby," mysta calls out, his voice broken as his arm reached for yours. you merely giggle and your cheeks redden before pulling your lover into a tight embrace, one that felt so heavenly and comforting to mysta.

then he broke apart, sobbing into your shoulder, "y/n, baby, i was so worried. please, don't scare me like that again. don't leave me again."

you pull away, holding his tear stained face in your gentle arms, "you know i would never leave you, mysta. even if the world tore us apart, i'll always find a way back to you."

"mhm," he nods weakly.

you lean up against him, placing a chaste kiss to his chapped lips, "always remember i'll never leave you, mysta. because i'll always love you."

"i'll always love you too, y/n," he breaths out, every single inch of his heart filled to the brim with his affection for you. "let's go home."

"wait," you pause, pulling away from mysta. you tug on his arm and gesture towards the continuation of the train tracks. you say, "can i show you something first?"

the detective raises an eyebrow, but seeing as it was probably important, he nods. "lead the way."

then you let go of his hand, running to where you pointed and disappearing down a corner. mysta chuckles and jogs just behind.

but he pales up with every step he got closer to the corner.

w-what was that stench?

it was so strong and stomach-clenching that mysta almost hesitated to follow you. what were you going to show him? what did you do?

"y/n?" he tries calling, but you don't respond. so he has no other choice than to step closer to catch up with you. his stomach begins to empty out, the worry in his head only worsening

then he finally turns that dreaded corner and his nightmares manifest before his eyes.

"Y/N!"

mysta falls to his knees by your side, the soul leaving his body with only a broken heart remaining within. his hands shakily reaches for yours and the other for your head.

"y/n, baby..." he hiccups, followed by a straggling sob as he pulled you over to his lap. he cared no more for the terrible stench, he cared no more for himself.

he cared if they had let you go easily. he cared if they ever cared at all for your tears and pleads. he cared if you still remembered he loved you. he cared if you were happy, wherever you were.

"baby, i'm so sorry i was too late," mysta cries, hugging your head to his chest against where his beating heart would be. "please, don't leave me. please, come back."

but who was he to think that could happen?

your skin had turn grey, void of any of the bright red you wear out for the world so proudly. your gentle fingers that favored brushing through mysta's hair lays limp and stiff. your beautiful eyes that used to look at mysta with all the love in the world now forever gone and never to look back at him.

all those memories he wished to relive once he found you... now stays in the past, whether he liked it or not.

"y/n, baby," mysta howled, caressing your thinned out hair. "i love you. i love you so much. i love you so, so much."

always remember i'll never leave you, mysta. because i'll always love you.

you... you had led him here. you took up your remaining seconds on this world to lead him back to you. you found him again, even if the world did tear you apart.

you came back to tell him you loved him so much, one last time.

"i'll always love you too, y/n," mysta whispers, pressing one last desperate kiss to your blackish skin. he hugs you to himself as he took out his phone, dialing a number and spoke with a broken voice, "sonny, i found them."

within a few days, your funeral was held, mourned over by family members, friends and most of all, mysta.

he who worked the hardest to find you, he who cried days and nights praying for you to come home, he who suffered the heartbreak the most.

"i'll always love you," mysta repeats your words, his swollen eyes pooling with tears once more. as they closed your coffin, all the detective could do was reminisce the very last smile of yours, the very last ghostly kiss you gave him.

it felt so real, so warm, so you.

now he stands before your grave, your name etched into the tombstone and a bouquet of your favorite flowers placed where you rested.

his tired eyes daydreams what you two could be doing right now. his broken heart imagines the memories you could be making at that moment.

for the slightest second, mysta swore you were standing right in front of him, smiling a goofy grin and cheering him on in his work.

mouthing 'i love you'.

"mysta?"

he turns and sees his demon friend, carrying a bouquet of flowers himself. vox places the flowers next to mysta's before he turns to his friend, holding his shoulder firm, "are you okay?"

he blinks, the cold tears finally falling out of his eyes. he wanted to say no, he wanted to shake his head, he wanted to curse the world out for taking you away from him.

but then he sees you standing behind vox, smiling and waving. when he blinks again, you're gone again.

this isn't what they would've wanted for me. they would've wanted me to be happy and move on.

"mhm," mysta nods, cracking a small smile. he looks into vox's eyes and feels a sense of warmth upon remembering his friends. not just vox. there was luca, shu and ike. there were the others from niji.

"yeah," he says again, this time smiling wider. "i'm okay. call the boys and get something to eat together?"

vox chuckles softly, patting mysta's shoulder, "sure, buddy."

the detective looks at your tombstone once more and he gives you one last smile for the day, "i'll see you soon, y/n."

quick illustration done by none other than proofreader-san owo

Masterlist!

#author chan’s delivery service 🧺#luxiem #luxiem x reader #nijisanji en #vox akuma #mysta rias #luca kaneshiro #ike eveland #shu yamino #vox akuma x reader #mysta rias x reader #luca kaneshiro x reader #ike eveland x reader #shu yamino x reader #akurylic #mystart #drawluca #ikenography #yaminoart

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the-cult-of-russo · 1 year

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Such a Softer Sin (Part 25)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: I’m not specifically tagging this one, if you’ve seen the show, nothing will shock you. Smut will happen eventually so minors DNI, thanks.

A/N: Posting this a little early tonight ‘cause I feel like shit lmaoooo

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You stared down at the invitation in your hand, reading over that the Human King had invited you and Billy to attend a ball they were having. It would be your first official event as Queen and you felt a little nervous. So nervous that you decided to go and find Billy and tell him about it since you knew he could make you feel better. It had been a week since you’d been in heat and it had been amazing and torturous all at the same time. You’d felt awful for Billy once it was over, you’d completely worn him out and you’d both slept an entire day. You made your way over to the meeting room, knowing he was in there. He was only with his men and it wasn't like you weren't allowed in there anyway. You weren't the kind of Queen who just sat there and did nothing, you got your hands dirty just like everyone else and you were always included in on any plans. You’d opted not to attend the meeting because they were just going through the training schedule for the next month and you couldn't be bothered with the boredom of it, there was nothing for you to add to that. You got there just as the guys were leaving and you said a quick hello before you slipped into the meeting room. Billy’s head snapped up quickly and he was staring at you strangely.

“What's up?” you asked warily and he didn't answer as he stood and made his way over to you, a weird look on his face. You were starting to get worried why he was acting so weird.

“Is something wrong?” you asked worriedly and he shook his head, his adam's apple bobbing. You noticed then that his eyes were tearful but he had a small smile on his face which just confused you further. He reached out a shaky hand, laying it over your stomach and you blinked down at it before back at him.

“You’re pregnant,” he whispered, sounding in awe and you looked at him stunned.

“Are you sure?” you asked slowly and he nodded.

“I can smell it. I couldn't smell it this mornin’ but I can now,” he murmured, his eyes going from your stomach to your eyes. You felt excitement and nerves bloom in your belly, still shocked by the news.

“We’re gonna have a baby,” he grinned tearfully and you smiled at him, letting him wrap his arms around you as he held you tightly.

“We should take you to Curtis, take a test,” he uttered, moving away with a look of determination.

“I thought you were sure,” you teased and he snorted.

“I am, I’d bet everythin’ I own on it, but it doesn't hurt to confirm it,” he replied with a shrug and you nodded.

Soon enough you were sitting in a doctors room after peeing on a stick as you, Billy and Curtis waited for the results to show. You felt nervous even at Billy’s insistence that he knew you were pregnant. Curtis picked up the test from where it had been laid, looking at it before a wide grin split his face.

“Congratulations, you’re going to have a baby,” he grinned. Billy turned to look at you with a blinding smile and the happiness you felt from him was so overwhelming, it made your head spin.

“We should tell Frank, Karen and Micro,” he mused softly, his eyes looking at you in question as if wondering if you were okay with it. While you weren't ready for everyone to know, there were a few select people you didn't mind knowing the news before anyone else so you nodded with a smile.

“Okay,” you murmured and he grinned again as he sent them a mindlink to meet him in the meeting room. By the time you got there, they were already in there waiting.

“Please tell me it’s not some bad news, I’ve been enjoyin’ the down time,” Frank huffed, eyeing Billy warily as you both walked inside. Billy was fidgeting by your side, an excited energy about him like he was ready to burst.

“We’re gonna have a baby!” he beamed and the three of them looked stunned, silence over taking the room for a moment. Frank almost flew off his chair before he tackled Billy into a hug as Micro and Karen stood, smiles on their faces. Karen approached you, pulling you in for a hug.

“Congratulations,” she murmured as Frank and Micro were saying similar things to Billy.

“Thank you,” you smiled when she pulled away and you noticed she looked tearful in her joy at the news. Frank replaced her then as Karen went to Billy and he looked down on you with the love of an older brother, a love you hadn't seen anyone wear in a long while and it made your chest ache.

“Come here,” he grinned, wrapping his arms around you as he held you tightly. He held you like that for longer than you’d anticipated and when he let go, he looked a little choked up.

“I’m happy for you both,” he smiled warmly and you felt your own eyes prick with tears as you found yourself overwhelmed by the support of your new family. You still couldn't believe that you were pregnant. You didn't really feel any different yet and you wondered when you would. Now it was actually happening, you couldn't deny that you were happy too, even if it was a little scary. You were actually going to have a baby with Billy, you were going to be a mother. When Frank moved away, Micro approached you with a lopsided grin, giving you a quick but tight hug.

“I’m so excited for you guys. Gods help us though if the kid turns out to be a mini Billy,” he snorted and Billy reached over, thwacking him across the head and you snorted. Billy moved to wrap his arm around you, nuzzling your cheek sweetly and you closed your eyes with a smile. Things were definitely going to be changing but you found yourself excited for it, excited to start the next chapter of your life with him.

The rest of the day had Billy following you around, hovering like a worried mother. You found his sudden overprotective streak amusing. You knew he had a lot of things he had to be doing though so you settled for following him instead, allowing him to get stuff done without needlessly following you around like a lost puppy. That night, when you climbed in bed beside him, you moved to lay on your side facing him and he did the same, still wearing that bright smile that hadn’t left his face all day since he found out you were having his baby. He settled his arm around you, looking at you with warm eyes before it looked like something occurred to him.

“What did you want earlier? When you came into the meetin’ room?” he asked curiously. You'd almost forgotten about it with everything else going on.

“We got an invitation from the Human King to attend a ball next week,” you answered, nerves prickling at you once more as you thought about it.

“You’re nervous,” he stated, eyes scanning your face and it wasn't a question because he could feel it.

“A little bit. It’s my first event as Queen,” you murmured and he smiled, leaning towards you as he placed a sweet kiss to the tip of your nose.

“You don’t needta worry. King Alfred is a pretty decent guy, just a little… bland,” he smirked and your lips twitched up.

“What are the balls like?” you asked, your eyes full of curiosity. You knew Billy held them sometimes since there was a ballroom here but it hadn’t happened since you’d been here, no doubt because of the war. You’d never been to anything like that before, it was so far removed from your old life that if someone told you that you’d be attending a ball held by the Human King, you would have outright laughed at them. But you were Queen now, this was your life. A part of you still felt confused how you ended up here.

“It’s just like a fancy party. We’ll stick together, don’t worry. Frank and Karen can come to, she loves goin’ to these things,” he grinned, amusement lacing his tone and it made you feel a little better.

It was the day of the party and you were getting ready with Karen in your room. You still didn't feel any different other than knowing you were pregnant but you were glad you hadn’t developed morning sickness, yet at least. You’d wanted to surprise Billy with what you were wearing and Karen had been super excited to get ready with you for the ball. The week leading up to the ball, you’d been quizzing her on human customs, trying to get a feel for what you were about to attend and to make sure you knew what was expected of you. When she explained how everyone dressed up, you’d made the decision to wear a dress, knowing from what she said that it was customary for human women. You knew you didn't have to and Billy probably thought you wouldn't be with your known dislike of them, but part of you wanted to this time. You’d softened out a little since finding your mate and you were Queen now. While you weren’t planning on prancing around in a dress day to day, a special occasion wouldn't be too bad and you wanted to try it. Your dislike for dresses mostly came from the fact they were impractical and you were a fighter, that was what you did. But you were more than that now and you wouldn't be fighting at the human ball, at least you hoped not, so there was no reason for you not to wear one. You’d all be going wearing your usual color scheme from the uniforms to represent the Royal Russo clan and you’d had a dress made especially for you. You’d asked the tailor to make it for the human tastes out of respect for them, knowing they wore a different type of clothes. Since it was a ball, he’d made you a ball gown. It was cream with gold accents and he’d thrown words around that you didn't really understand like ‘off the shoulder’, ‘sweetheart neckline’ and ‘tulle’. All you knew was, it was pretty, cinched in at your waist and poofed out at the skirt. The gold was a lace overlay with a pretty floral pattern and you actually felt like the royalty you now were. Karen was wearing a dress similar to yours but a little less poofy and with ‘cap sleeves’, it was cream with black accents. You were pretty sure Frank and Billy were going in their usual uniform as Billy’s was regal enough on its own and Frank didn't seem the type to dress up.

“I enjoy the balls so much, I always feel like a princess,” Karen murmured with an excited grin as she finished on your hair. You would have offered to help with hers but you had no clue what you were doing and she'd done a fine enough job on her own, clearly knowing what she was doing. You were about to open your mouth to reply when Billy sent a mindlink to you both telling you he and Frank were waiting by the carriage outside. You felt the stab of nerves hit you again.

“I guess it’s time. You look amazing and you’ll do great,” she beamed at you as you stood. You smiled back shyly, your hands smoothing the soft fabric of your dress as you glanced down at yourself. Never in a million years did you think you’d voluntarily wear a dress, let alone one that looked like this.

“You look great too,” you murmured and she grinned, twirling dramatically and making you snort.

“Billy and Frank won’t know what hit ‘em,” she smirked and it made a smile tug at your lips. You wondered what Billy would think when he saw you. You knew he attended these things a lot before the war and you had a feeling from things you’d heard that some of the women he slept with before you were human. You tried to ignore the burning in your chest as you thought about it, pushing away the insecurity that started to eat at you as you followed Karen out of the room. As you got outside, you both descended the castle steps and your eyes went to the carriage not too far from the gates. Billy and Frank were laughing and joking with one another, in their usual uniform as expected. Billy could turn up in a potato sack and still look handsome as ever though, it was a little unfair. As you both got closer, they looked over and Billy’s eyebrows almost flew off his head, his eyes wide as he stared at you. It made you feel flushed under his awed gaze like that and you felt butterflies swarming your stomach. When you stopped in front of him, he just blinked at you, his mouth opening and closing a few times.

“You uh… you look beautiful,” he breathed out, eyes sweeping over you in a way that made you feel flustered as you smiled shyly. When his eyes went back to yours, a small frown graced his face and it made you nervous.

“You didn't… you didn't do this just for me, right? You know you don't have to wear a dress if you don’t wanna,” he murmured worriedly and you felt warmth in your chest at how he always cared for you.

“I actually wanted to. I like it, I had it made just for me,” you explained with a reassuring smile and the frown melted off his face as he relaxed. He moved closer, one hand on your waist as the other cupped your face and tilted it up to him.

“I’m lucky to have a woman like you for a mate,” he smiled softly, leaning down to peck your lips. You couldn't wrap your head around him saying that to you, not with him being so handsome it almost hurt to look at him.

The four of you got in the carriage and headed off to the Human King’s castle. You still felt a little nervous as you watched everything pass by from the carriage window, Karen and Frank quietly talking among themselves and you felt Billy take your hand in his own. You turned to look at him and he gave you a soft smile.

“It’s gonna be fine. We’re just gonna say hello to some people and then we can just relax, enjoy it. We’ll have a good time,” he said soothingly and you nodded with a smile. You could do this, you could greet people with your new status and then hopefully spend the rest of the time with the people you were comfortable with. When the carriage pulled to a stop, Billy got out, offering you his hand as you stepped out of it too and your eyes went to the castle. Your brows rose, wonder on your face as you took it in. It was beautiful, although you had to admit you preferred your own, but it was still a sight to behold all on its own. Billy’s hand was on your lower back as he guided you to walk, Frank and Karen by his other side and you noticed what you presumed to be the King and Queen waiting for you at the large door.

“King William, it’s good to see you again!” The Human King smiled widely, moving to shake Billy’s hand.

“It’s good to see you again too, King Alfred,” Billy grinned, inclining his head at the Human Queen who bowed hers out of respect.

“Queen Y/N, what a pleasure it is to finally meet you. You certainly make a fine Queen,” King Alfred stated, a warm smile on his face that put you at ease and made heat nip at your cheeks.

“Thank you,” you murmured shyly, feeling a little out of your depth with this. You turned to the Queen then who gave you a soft smile, a look on her face that seemed like she knew how it felt to be in your current position. You wondered if she did, you had no idea which of the two were of royal blood. After greeting Frank and Karen, they led you inside and into the ballroom. You looked around in amazement as you took it all in. The place was decorated with hues of green and silver and there were far more people here than you expected. Your eyes swept around, taking in everything you could see. You’d only ever come across a couple of humans in your time and never really spent long enough with them to know anything about the way they lived their lives. You were glad you picked a more human-like dress, feeling like you blended in here a bit more as you watched all of the beautiful women in their fancy dresses. Billy took you around to meet some people and you were polite, letting Billy guide the conversation as you stood there feeling slightly overwhelmed. Everyone seemed to fawn over you which you hadn't expected and you weren't sure how to process it.

“You okay?” Billy asked, eyes scanning your face as you shifted uncomfortably on your feet.

“Yeah, my feet are just hurting a little bit,” you admitted sheepishly and he smiled, taking your hand as he led you over to a table and you both sat down. Wearing human clothes meant wearing human shoes and you had no idea why these women chose to subject themselves to the horror that was heels. He scooted his chair closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as his other hand went to your stomach absentmindedly. It was something he’d started to do a lot you’d noticed and half the time, he didn't look like he realized he’d done it. No one else knew you were pregnant yet, Billy was planning on making an announcement in a week.

You looked over, seeing Karen and Frank dancing together and you smiled to yourself at how cute they were. Frank had grumbled the whole way here about how he didn't like these things yet you knew he did it because Karen loved them and he didn't want her to miss out. It was sweet.

“You wanna dance?” Billy asked, making you look back to him and he was already watching you with an amused smile on his face.

“Oh… I’ve never… I‘ve never done it before,” you muttered quickly and he shot you a grin. He stood up, offering his hand to you and you looked at it warily, making him snort before you took it and let him pull you to your feet. He led you over to where everyone was dancing before his hand settled on your waist, the other holding your hand and you tried to follow his lead but you couldn't. You were practically falling over your feet and you wished you could blame the heels but you were pretty sure it was just you. You might be graceful on the battlefield, but right now you were anything but and you felt your cheeks get hot. Atti told you once that when you weren't on the battlefield, you had the grace of a one-legged cow. And while the memory made your chest ache and you tried to push it away quickly, you really couldn't help but agree. You gazed around worriedly, concerned you were embarrassing him with how badly you were dancing but when you turned back to him, he was grinning down at you adoringly, amusement flashing behind his eyes.

“I’m sorry, I’m so bad at this. We should just stop,” you muttered, feeling more than embarrassed. The hand on your waist slid around to your lower back, pressing you close to him.

“You might dance like a baby deer on ice, but you’re still the most beautiful girl in the room,” he grinned impishly and you looked down with a smile, feeling heat in your cheeks although now not from embarrassment.

“You don’t need to try so hard, you know? We’re already mated,” you snorted teasingly as you looked back to him. He leaned down, brushing his lips against yours and your breathing hitched at his close proximity.

“It’s not tryin’ hard if I‘m bein’ honest,” he murmured, making you smile before he kissed you softly. You had a couple more dances with him and you thought you were getting slightly better at it, although you'd admit to being very distracted by his kisses. He took your hand again, taking you to a different table now as the one you’d been sitting at was now occupied and not long after you sat down, Frank and Karen came over too.

“This is so much fun,” she grinned, plonking into a chair as Frank took the one beside her.

“Yeah… so much fun,” he muttered, an amused smirk he shared with you since he knew you were both the ones who had been apprehensive about going.

“Oh, come on, Frankie. You tellin’ me you’re not enjoyin’ yourself, even a little bit?” Billy asked with a raised brow and a smirk. Frank swirled the drink in his hand around a little before giving Billy a rivaling smirk.

“Liquors not too bad here, I guess,” he shrugged and you snorted, Karen giving him a playful dirty look.

You all sat there talking for a while and you felt yourself relax completely, having a good time. It wasn't as bad as you thought it would be. A pretty woman in a tight red dress sauntered over as Frank was telling you a story about a time Micro attended a ball and how he threw up over some important people and all of your eyes turned to her when she stopped by Billy’s side.

“King William,” she smiled, a flirty tone to her voice that made your eyes narrow at her. A vicious voice in the back of your head asked if this was one of Billy’s previous lovers and you tried to quash it when you saw no recognition on his face as he looked at her, giving her a polite smile. You hadn't lied when you told him you didn't judge him for his past and that hadn’t changed, although there was a layer of discomfort in knowing it now you felt the mate bond. But he’d waited so long for you to come into his life and you understood it. You’d be a hypocrite not to after you'd been so willing to give yourself to him before you even knew you were mates. You’d only been waiting for yours a fraction of the time he had. Yet something primal in you was being rubbed raw as you watched the woman settle her hand on his arm as she told him it was wonderful to meet him.

“Would you like to dance with me?” she asked as she fluttered her lashes at him and the growl that burst from your chest was animalistic. You hadn't even meant to do it and you surprised yourself but it had stirred something in your wolf at seeing this woman so brazenly flirting with your mate in front of you like that. Frank was smirking, Karen hiding an amused smile behind her hand as Billy looked at you with a weird look. You couldn't get a read on him and suddenly you were worried. The woman had scampered off after your growl and the way Billy was looking at you made you nervous.

“Come with me,” he muttered, eyes pinning you in place before he got up and you obediently followed after him. You wondered if you’d be in some sort of trouble, if you’d broken some kind of rule here in the human castle by acting that way towards one of them.

He led you down a hallway and you had no idea where he was taking you and you watched as he pushed open a door, clearly knowing his way around the place. You walked in after him and noticed it was a bathroom, your brows furrowing in confusion as you turned to look at him and he locked the door behind him. You opened your mouth, ready to apologize for your behavior when he suddenly surged at you, kissing you roughly. It caught you off guard with how ferocious he was but you couldn't help but give into it as you kissed him back. He hoisted you up, setting you down on the counter and hiking up your poofy skirt so he could settle himself between your legs. He gripped your jaw roughly, eyes dark as he stared at you.

“You got any idea how hot that was? Stakin’ your claim on me like that?” he growled and you were bewildered and wildly turned on by how feral he looked. You let out a startled moan as his fingers were suddenly inside of you with no warning and your hands flailed a little, one grabbed the wrist of the hand that was fingering you furiously and the other gripped his shoulder.

“You really think I’d want anyone else when I got you?” he asked roughly, the hand on your jaw tightening and your head was spinning. You couldn't answer him when he was pleasuring you like this and you gasped, squirming against his hand as you felt a wildfire spread inside of you. He moved his mouth to your ear, his breathing sharp and shaky.

“I’m gonna show you that you’re the only one that matters to me,” he drawled before he slowly dragged his lips across the skin of your cheek. You were panting, trying not to moan too loudly, well aware you could be heard from in here but he was making it hard for you with all his sinful promises and the way his fingers worked you over. His lips got to yours and they teasingly brushed against them, not willing to give you the kiss you wanted even when you chased them.

“You’re my heart and soul, my Queen,” he murmured against your lips and your eyes fluttered shut, rapidly feeling your climax approaching. He growled low in his chest and your eyes snapped open, staring at him with wide eyes, pupils blown wide.

“I wanna drop to my knees and worship at your altar every damn day for the rest of my life if you’d let me,” he insisted fervently and you cried out, mouth hanging open as the pleasure hit you hard and you came around his fingers. He eased you through it but then he yanked his fingers out of you, the hand on your face suddenly gone and you swayed a little, feeling hazy in the best way. Your brain still hadn’t caught up with what was going on when you realized he was rapidly undoing his pants and then he shoved into you with a desperate moan and you gasped. He didn't give you any time to adjust before he started fucking into you at a frenzied pace and if it wasn't for his hold on you, you’d be in a heap. You hooked an arm around his neck, gasping and moaning as you felt close again already with how worked up you felt and you knew he felt the same. He rested his forehead on yours, his top lip curled into a snarl as he groaned deeply, pushing you closer to nirvana and you gripped his hair, holding onto it as he fucked into you mercilessly.

“Cum for me,” he demanded roughly and he might as well have used his Alpha aura on you with how easily your body obeyed to his whims as you came hard with a gasp. Broken moans left his lips as he came right along with you, holding onto you tightly as he rode out his high.

You felt breathless and lightheaded and he leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a lazy soft kiss. His tongue tangled with yours at a leisurely pace and you melted into him, enjoying the softness after what just happened. He kissed you until you’d both calmed down and you felt completely sated. He pulled out of you with a groan and you tiredly tried to come back to your senses. You reached out to grab some of the paper towel on the wall but his hand darted out, catching your wrist and he shook his head at you. You blinked at him, confused and he shot you a devilish smirk, sliding you off the counter and making your dress fall back down. You felt his cum leaking out of you, dripping down your inner thighs and he licked his lower lip, eyes flaring at you like he was already ready for another round.

“You’re not the only one stakin’ a claim, sweetheart,” he grinned wickedly, moving to open the door with a sassy brow raised as you gaped at him. You weren't even mad about it and if anything, your wolf was more than pleased about it as you took his hand and let him lead you back to the ball. You’d been nervous about coming here but you’d had a good time and you already found yourself looking forward to the next one.

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A/N: We getting spoiled this week! I'm working out the schedule, but just for this week I've got a few extra posts to make up for my absence - hopefully you enjoy them all!

Anyway, here's a short, late-ish Valentines' Day special.

Warnings: Fluff, Bucky and Alpine's father-daughter dates, Sam and Bucky embarrassing Alpine like good father's should

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Bucky and Alpine (+Sam) celebrate Valentines Day

There are many ways this day could go and have gone

The only constant throughout the years are that Alpine always gets Bucky and Sam flowers

and Bucky and Sam always get Alpine flowers

it started off as a competition, Bucky got Alpine flowers one year and Sam went out and bought a bigger bouquet

the next year, Sam bought a bouquet bigger than the one from the previous year, Bucky bought her two

so she basically gets given an entire flower shop but eventually she told them to knock it off

i mean, do you know how hard it is to look after and set up 30+ bouquets?

it's fucking difficult and she wasn't even getting paid to do it

now, if they all have significant others (unlikely because Bucky only has three contacts in his phone and one of those is his therapist) then they spend most of the day with them

Bucky and Alpine will always try to go out for food during the day

just a little father-daughter date

nothing major

Bucky denies it

Alpine has heart eyes and keeps telling everyone that the Winter Soldier is her dad

absolutely uses it to her advantage to get free cake

and to scare away dates

the most likely scenario though is that Bucky doesn't have a date, Sam does and Alpine's situation varies from moment to moment

if she doesn't have a date then she's all

"Bucky's all the Valentines I need"

"Unless Thor comes around cause goddamn"

"i'd stretch for Steven Strange too."

"or literally any Wakandan."

"Especially that M'Baku guy."

"Thanks Al."

if she does have a date

"I can cancel, i don't even know this man. I can just tell him to fuck off."

"I don't need some guy that I met randomly at work"

"At my bar job no less"

"Seriously Bucky, he ain't no M'Baku so-"

"Kid, shut up, go on your date."

"don't interrupt me you living fossil"

"fucking, rude grumpy ass"

once it's decided that yes, she will be going on her date

she drags him over to her place so he can keep her company whilst she get's ready

she'll aggressively sing songs at him

which bucky is very used to at this point

maybe force him into a little dancey-dance

which he'll say he hates but very much enjoys it

spins her at some point and dips her

she'll also cook him dinner, because if he's gunna be alone then she'll be damned if its not with a hot meal

Bucky won't admit it, but he loves when she cooks because it reminds him of coming home to a family and a food on the table made by someone who loves him

also it means he doesn't have to cook

when she's ready, she's normally a ball of confidence (apart from the time she dated a young history professor - she was a wreck)

so he doesn't need to give her a pep talk or anything

which is good because he doesn't exactly know how to tell a girl he hopes she gets laid?

bit of weird thing to say to his young neighbour who he views as a daughter

when her date comes to pick her up, he's standing right behind her glaring at the guy

sizing him up, committing his face to memory just in case

"okay, we'll be off now, lock my door for me would you Buck"

she'll lean up (thats a lie, she practically drags him so he lowers himself to her height) and kiss his cheek goodnight before taking her dates arm and smiling

as he's locking her door with his spare key (they'd given each other spare keys in cases of emergency but lets be honest Alpine uses them whenever she wants) he'll over hear a bit of their conversation which normally revolved around him

"It that-"

"No"

"It is!"

"It's not."

"You know the Winter Soldier?!"

"He's not the Winter Soldier."

That conversation normally tells him that the date isn't going to go well

he knew she hated when a date would focus on that aspect of him

like for fucks sake man is actually a living time machine

and alpine knows a lot about him

ask better questions

whilst she's on her date, he'll sit at home and watch movie recommendations from her and Sam

he'll read

listen to music

drink beer that will definitely not get him drunk

when Alpine comes back, he'll send her a text to make sure she's safe

he used to check on her by opening the door but she once caught her and an ex boyfriend in a rather

awkward

position to say the least

they couldn't look at each other for a week after that and bucky had very quickly learnt his lesson

if the dates gone well then he won't get a response until later that night

if it goes okay then it normally means there will be a second date before anything happens between the pair

if the night is bad, then Bucky had received the text first and had gone out to pick her up from wherever the date was

we love a protective dad

on the nights that don't end with Alpine in her place getting lucky (which is most years up until she meets the before mentioned professor - i've got a fucking plan for these two i swear)

they sit together on Bucky's couch, drinking beer and teasing each other

Alpine is normally still dressed up at this point

"Bucky rub my feet"

"fuck no"

"oh c'mon you're supposed to be a 40s gentleman"

"and you're supposed to be a lady, put the dogs away"

"i fucking sWEAR TO GOD I GOT NICE FEET BARNES"

"jar."

her unhinged and outlandish outbursts had led to Bucky getting a 'swear jar' of sorts

she'd have to put a dollar in for every one

"Fucking... jar you in a minute

"Nice threat Al"

"Grandpa, I swear to god"

"Which one"

now sometimes Sam will join them if he doesn't have a date but come on

you can't tell me that Sam Wilson

Captain America

doesn't have a Valentines' date

he isn't a social recluse like a certain Steve Rogers

Now, Bucky and Sam are very protective fathers

nobody can tell me otherwise

you also can't tell me that they wouldn't be the biggest fucking teases in the world

every valentines day, without fail, Alpine gets a video message from Sam

It's of him and Bucky, giving her "advice"

"This Valentine's Day here's a couple of things from a couple of guys"

Bucky looks physically pained the first few times she'd been sent it

"Rule number one, always make sure to give a gift instead of receive one, thats makes you a good person."

Sam is very obviously loving this, every single year

"rule number two, be yourself always and forever with anyone and everyone"

"that's very nice. Always, Always remember rule number one"

"but always keep in mind rule number two"

"number two has heart too"

"at the end of the day it takes two to make things right"

it was an ongoing joke that alpine was ready to end

especially when they sent it to the professor boyfriend on their first valentines day together

"I am.... so sorry"

"It's okay, love, it'd endearing"

"it's embarrassing"

"they care about you"

"i'm going to end them"

"one thing before you do, how did they get my number?"

poor baby forgot who he was dating for a hot second there

little does he know he's going to be cockblocked most valentines' by James Barnes

this poor man just wants to swoop Alpine off her feet and treat her like a queen

Bucky's sat there like a little gremlin with a beer and a smug little grin

he ain't ready to be an actual grandpa just yet

especially if the kid takes after Alpine

50/50 is just too much of a risk at that point

has 100% convinced Sam to crash one of their dates before now

Sam agrees but has a moment of clarity in the middle of it

"You ever think that we hang around this kid too much?"

Bucky's sat there with sunglasses looking through a newspaper with eye holes cut out

"No."

they're in one of the fanciest restaurants in New York and Bucky looks like a cartoon villain

"What happened to you man?"

"Parenthood."

he's joking, partially

he loves Alpine and the professor is the only boyfriend of hers he's like for her

but

Until the day comes where Alpine meets that man, Bucky is her main Valentine's bitch

and he makes sure of it

he really, really hates all of Alpine's ex-boyfriends

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