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Friends-Their Meetings

OHSHC x female!reader

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[(h/t) means hair type. I.e. wavy, curly, straight, ect.]

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She was connected to all of them, and all of them were connected to her. They just didn't know it yet.

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Honey & Mori

*1 Year Ago*

Honey sniffed the air, "Do you smell that, Takashi? It smells sweet!" The 2nd years doe brown eyes widened with excitement at the smell of one of his favorite things. "Yeah." The other 2nd year, Mori, simply agreed. "Let's follow it!" Honey cheered, racing off towards the smell. Mori calmly followed behind his hyper cousin.

The two eventually found the door the tantalizing smell was coming from. Honey pressed his ear up against the door, when he pulled back he turned to Mori. "It doesn't sound like there's any one in there." Mori responded with a hum. Just in case he was wrong, Honey slowly cracked opened the door, as to not disrupt any possible people. Both Honey and Mori peeked in, not seeing anything at first.

But then they saw a girl. She was wearing the yellow school dress Ouran provided for their female students. Her sleeves were pushed up and she wore an apron, as to not stain her uniform with the frosting she was using to decorate the cake she was working on. Her (thin/plump) were formed into a small smile, her (e/c) eyes soft as they sat behind a pair of glasses, her (s/c) cheeks warm, her (h/t) (h/c) hair radiant and a yellow rose barret clipped to it...

'She's pretty cute...' Both of the boys platonically thought. Honey decided it was time to make their presence known. He pushed the door open, "What are you making?!" Honeys loud a sudden question scared the girl, making her yelp and squeeze the piping bag, spraying frosting everywhere.

"Ah!" The girl shouted in distress when she saw the glob of frosting splattered all over her cake. Honey ran over, Mori following. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to ruin your cake!" Honey quickly apologized, tears forming at the edge of his eyes.

The girls eyes widened, "Oh! No, no, no! You didn't ruin it!" She quickly said, waving her hands in front of her. She gave a nervous smile, "U-Uh, i-if anything! Y-You helped me!" Both Honey and Mori gave the girl confused looks. "What do you mean?" Honey question, tone soft.

"U-Um..." She frantically looked around before her eyes lit up. "Ah-hah!" She grabbed a metal scraper, "Watch this!" She took the scraper to the cake as she spun it on its turntable. She tossed the excess frosting away as she went to the stove. She quickly melted some chocolate and poured it on the top of the cake. She took a dropper, filled it with melted chocolate and added dribbles of chocolate to the side of the cake. She also laid out parchment paper and made cirlcles with the leftover chocolate. When she was done, she went through some drawers, pulling out a few things, edible flowers and cocoa powder.

She moved the cake from the turntable to a display stand. She then placed the edible flowers on top of the cake, placing them more to the left. She took the cocoa powder and sprinkled some of it on the chocolate cirlcles. After making sure they were dry, she took them from the parchment paper and placed them with the flowers. She looked to Honey and saw the stuffed bunny he was holding.

She smiled at that and took a smaller, already prepared, piping bag. Towards the base of the cake, she drew a little bunny head with the frosting. She stepped away and with a large smile, shouted: "Ta-da!"

[A/N: Image does not belong to me]

"WOAH!" Honey also shouted, stars in his eyes. Even Mori's eyes widened, impressed with the girls improvising. The girl saw Mori's reaction and giggled, "Just like my favorite idol said: 'We don't make mistakes. We just have happy accidents'!"

'Huh...' Mori thought, a minuscule grin tugging at the corner of his lips. "Wow! That's pretty clever!" Honey smiled at the girl. Just then, the bell rang. "Oh no! I'm so sorry, but I have to get going!" The girl quickly put a clear lid over the cake, taking the stand and rushing to the door. "Thank you for your help!" She gave one last smile to the boys, it was large and warm, like the sun. Then, she was gone.

Ba-bump

Both of the boys were left staring at the spot where the girl used to be, a soft look in both of their eyes. Honey chuckled, "She thanked us even though we didn't do anything. I wonder who she is..." Mori hummed, small grin still on his face.

*The Next Day*

Honey and Mori were in their homeroom class, Honey chatting away to Mori. When the door to the classroom opened, neither of them thought anything about it. Until...

"Um, excuse me?" They turn to see the girl from yesterday; a nervous air surrounded her. "Ah! It's you!" Honey shouted while smiling largely, even Mori had a tiny grin. Once she saw how welcoming they were, she immediately calmed down, her shoulders relaxed and a gentle smile dawned on her face.

"Yes, it's me," She chuckled, "I wanted to thank you again for yesterday. Because of you guys, I got approved to start a baking club! So, here's this!" She presented Honey a slice of the cake from yesterday, "I made sure to save you the piece with the bunny on it!" Honeys eyes shimmered like gems at the sight of the cake, "Oh my gosh! Thank you!" He said as he gladly took the cake. "And for you," She turned to Mori, "I got the feeling you dont care for overly sweet things, so I made you a banana cake with a thin layer of cinnamon swirl frosting!" She handed him a small, dark blue package. "Thanks," Mori nodded to the girl.

She waved her hands in front of her, "No, no, you don't have to thank me," She took a step back and bowed to the two, making their eyes widen,"I appreciate your help." When she stood up straight again, Honey stepped up to her and softly smiled. "I'm Mitsukuni Haninozuka, you can either call me Honey or Mitsukuni if you would like! We're second years!" Mori also stepped up, "Takashi Morinozuka. Call me Takashi or Mori."

"Second years? That would make you guys my senpai's!" She joyfully laughed, her eyes crinkling with how large she was smiling, "I'm a first year, (Y/N) (L/N)! Its a pleasure to meet you, Mitsukuni-senpai, Takashi-senpai! Let's be friends!"

Ba-bump

Both of their hearts skipped a beat.

Kyoya

*1 Year Ago*

"I have assigned you all partners, please look at the list on the board, find your partners and start on the project." Said the teacher. 'Oh great, I wonder what idiot I got paired with...' Kyoya glumly thought.

"Ah, excuse me?" A gentle voice said next to him. He turned to the source to see a girl with (s/c) skin, (e/c) eyes that hid behind a pair of glasses and (h/l) (h/t) (h/c) hair, a yellow rose barret clipped to it. "Are you Kyoya Ootori?" She asked. Kyoya nodded, "I am, and who might you be?" She gave a soft smile, "My name is (Y/N) (L/N), we're partners for the project." Kyoya looked to the board, finding his name next to hers. He turned back to her, plastering on a fake smile and gentle tone, "Yes, it seems we are. It's a pleasure to meet you, (L/N)."

Her eyes widened slightly, she seemed put off now. "Um... yeah, it's nice to meet you too." 'That's strange.' Kyoya thought, 'Usually girls would blush over that.' "Shall we get started?" She said as she sat in the empty desk next to him. 'Striaght to the point...' Kyoya was thankful, but surprised, that his charm wasn't working on the girl. "Yes, let's." Kyoya agreed, pulling out his laptop.

*Time Skip, 1 Week*

It's been a week since Kyoya was paired up with (Y/N) (L/N). And for some damn reason... he couldn't get her off his mind. It wasn't that she was infesting his mind, when he would be dozing off, not thinking about anything in particular, she would pop into his mind. It was starting to get annoying. 'She isn't anything special, she's relatively generic. For our project though, she was actually competent in doing her share... but the way she didn't seem to be infatuated with me was strange... why am I obsessing over this?!'

Just then, Kyoya heard someone laugh, and as he has learned in the past week from unconsciously observing her, he knew it belonged to (Y/N) (L/N). He peered at her through the corner of his eye, she was laughing at something another classmate had said. 'I wonder what it would be like to be the one to make her laugh... wait a second! What am I thinking?!' Upset with his thoughts, he gathered his things and left the classroom, unaware of the (e/c) eyes that followed him.

*Time Skip, Later that Day*

Kyoya was fuming. Tamaki had, once again, made the ravenette furious. It was the end of the day and no one was in his homeroom class, and no one would be coming back. Or so he thought. "That insufferable idiot!" Kyoya grumbled as he kicked Tamaki's desk. Kyoya continued to abuse the desk as he muttered insults to his blonde friend, until...

"Uh, Ootori?"

Kyoya jumped at the sudden voice and turned to see (Y/N). "Are you alright?" She questioned, concerned written on her face. "Ah, (L/N)." Kyoya composed himself. "I apologize if I disturbed you, I'll get going now." He had grabbed his bag and turned to leave, but the girl had other plans. She stepped forward, "U-Um!" He paused, waiting for the girl to continue. "I-I noticed earlier you seemed upset, would you like to talk about it?"

'... she noticed that?' Kyoya briefly thought before answering her with a smile, "Nothing is wrong, (L/N). Thank you for your concern!" He moved around the girl and was about to step out of the classroom when he was cut off with an irritated sigh. He paused and turned back to (Y/N), genuinely surprised at the usually bubbly girl showing a negative emotion.

She also turned and locked eyes with him, "You know, I don't care about appearances, where someone came from or who they're related to. You can drop your facade around me. You're allowed to be yourself." Kyoya's eyes stayed wide with surprise as the girl left, leaving him dumbstruck.

*Time Skip, 1 Week*

Well, she was definitely infesting his mind now. He kept replaying her words in his mind, and the look she had in her eyes... how honest they were, and how they made him instantly trust her. Of course, he hadn't actually spoken to her since then. Just because he wanted to trust her doesn't mean he will.

In the mean time, he did do some research on her. It was interesting to say the least. Good grades, no fights or reprimands, starting a baking club. That was the boring part though. The interesting parts were her family. Her mother was a commoner and her father... wasn't listed. But from the looks of it, he was the one paying her tuition. The fact that she didn't come from a rich and well-known family like everyone else made him want to trust her more, but he was still wary. 'Just who exactly are you, (L/N)?'

*Time Skip, Later that Day*

Kyoya didn't know where he was going. In a blind rage, he was stomping throughout the empty halls of Ouran, his destination unknown. Well, his brain didn't know where he was heading, but his body sure did. Next thing he knew, he burst through a pair of doors and just let loose.

"HE'S SUCH AN IDIOT! HE IRRITATES ME SO MUCH! IT'S LIKE HE HAS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING BETTER TO DO THAN MAKE ME MAD! 'KYOYA! LETS DO THIS! KYOYA, LETS DO THAT! KYOYA, I WANT TO GO SEE THIS!' EVERY FIVE MINUTES THAT INSUFFERABLE BASTARD WANTS SOMETHING FROM ME! AND WHEN I TRY TO FULFILL HIS REQUEST, HE WANTS SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT IMMEDIATELY! THERE'S NO PLEASING THAT GUY! AND THE IDEAS HE COMES UP WITH! THOSE DAMN IDEAS! THEYRE SO... SO... IDIOTIC! I JUST DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO ANYMORE!" Kyoya finished, practically panting and halting in his pacing he started at the beginning of his rant.

He turned to the person he subconsciously went to. A part of him was surprised to see (Y/N) (L/N), but another part of him wasn't. If anything, it was glad it was her.

Once she calmed down from the initial shock from seeing Kyoya no longer wearing his charming mask (and his loud ranting), she softly smiled at him, "Sounds like Suoh really likes and depends on you." "Huh?" Was all Kyoya could say. She chuckled, "It's okay to tell him no some times, y'know? Suoh is your friend and it seems like he cherishes you a lot, he would understand if you turned him down every now and then. From the looks of it, he's the type of person who cares more about his friends than himself. And from the sound of it, all he wants to do is spend time with his friend."

Kyoya stared at the girl, no emotion on his face. She continued though, lightly laughing, "That does sound tiring though, I can understand why you're so upset!" Kyoya continued to stare at the girl, face blank.

Then, a small, but genuine, smile formed in his face. He placed his hand on her shoulder, "Thanks for listening." She largely smiled at the ravenette, "Of course! That's what friends are for!" "So, you automatically assumed we were friends?" He asked, causing the girl to blush and stutter in embarrassment. "O-Oh! U-Um-" "Relax, (L/N). I'm just teasing." He said, a small grin present on his lips.

She stared at the male, before smiling herself, "Y'know, you're really handsome when you have a real smile, Ootori." Kyoya's expression was one of surprise at the sudden compliment.

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Kyoya has been complimented like this before, but for some reason, her's was riveting. Kyoya chuckled, "Please, call me 'Kyoya'. We are friends now after all, aren't we?" (Y/N) softly gasped, then giggled as a smile formed, "Yeah, we are, Kyoya!"

Ba-bump

His heart skipped a beat.

Kyoya then noticed the sweet aroma and sniffed the air. He realized they were in a kitchen classroom, "What are you making?" "I made biscotti's! Would you like one with a cup of coffee? We can continue chatting." She offered. "That sounds wonderful, (Y/N)."

[A/N: Image does not belong to me. These are biscotti's, they're a biscuit that's usually dipped in a drink.]

Hikaru & Kaoru

*1 Year Ago*

The twins were in their last year of middle school, and they've been in the host club for a couple months now. Surprisingly, they were enjoying it so far. After their classes, they would head over to the high school for their club. And that was what they were doing right now. But, something stopped them.

As they were passing a door that was cracked opened, they smelled something delicious. They peeked through the crack to see a girl they've never seen before. Soft (h/l) (h/c) hair, shiny (e/c) eyes, (s/c) clear skin. She wore glasses and had a yellow rose barret holding her hair out of her eyes. 'She's not bad looking...' the twins simultaneously thought.

It looked like she was adding frosting to part of a cookie, then took another half of a cookie and placed it on top. The twins quickly recognized them as macarons. They look to each other and nodded, the same idea on their mind.

They barged in, making the girl jump. "Those are macarons, right? Can we have one?" They said in sync, walking up to the girl with mischievous grins. The girl took in their uniforms, "You guys are from the middle school? What are you doing here?" "We're on our way to our club," Hikaru started. "Which is in the high school." Kaoru finished. "But you didn't answer our question, can we have a macaron?" They said together, pointing to the tray of macarons.

"Mm... no." The girl simply put. The twins eyes went wide, a girl has never spoken to them like that before. Then, their surprised looks turn to one of pure mischief, "How about this, let's play the 'which one is Hikaru' game! If you guess wrong, we get your macarons. If you guess right, we'll leave you alone. How does that sound?"

"That doesn't sound fair at all."

"Huh?" The twins pause. "You guys look identical, but you each are your own person. I highly doubt that you two are identical in personality. You each have your own likes and dislikes, habits, quirks... you name it. How am I supposed to tell you two apart if I don't even have the chance to get to know you?" She explained, making the twins speechless.

The twins look to each other, speaking to each other without words. They turn their attention back to the girl, "Very well. For the next month, we'll stop by before our club for 10 minutes a day. Give you a chance to get to know us. And us a chance to know you. But when you guess who is Hikaru and who is Kaoru, you have to give a reason. Deal?"

The girl gave the twins a confused but amused look, "Alright, deal. Once I get to know you guys, I'll be able to tell you two apart!"

Ba-bump

*Time Skip, 1 Month Later*

"You're Hikaru-kohai, and you're Kaoru-kohai." (Y/N) simply, but confidently stated while pointing to each twin. Said twins hesitated at her correct guess, "And your reasoning, (Y/N)-senpai?"

"Well, there's a lot!" (Y/N) said thoughtfully, holding her index finger to her chin. "Not all of the time, but most of the time, Kaoru is to Hikaru's right and Hikaru is to Kaoru's left. When you don't speak together, Hikaru starts the sentences while Kaoru finishes them. Hikaru is more quick to get irritated while Kaoru is the more reasonable one. And it's barely noticeable, but Hikaru's voice is a little deeper than Kaoru's. While Kaoru's voice is a little higher than Hikaru's." She finished with a smile.

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"Oh no, why are you guys crying?! I didn't mean to upset you! Did I get it wrong?!" (Y/N) started to wave her hands aimlessly between her and the twins, panicked at the sudden tears forming in their eyes. Each of the twins pushed her fumbling hands away as they took her into their embrace. (Y/N) went silent and stiff at their sudden hug, but once she felt how bad they needed this, she hugged both of them back.

'Who knew, after all this time... we would find somebody who would understand us so well...' The twins euphorically thought. When they pulled away, their senpai asked them again, "Did I guess wrong? I was pretty confident in my answer..." The twins chuckled, "Yes, you got it right." Their senpai cheered, clapping her hands, "I knew it! Oh! As celebration, I made you guys something!"

She sped walked to her bag that was sitting on the counter. She pulled out two small bags, one blue and one pink. She handed the blue one to Kaoru and the pink one to Hikaru. "What is this?" The twins questioned. "They're macarons!" (Y/N) answered. "But... you won the bet." The twins confusion showed on their face.

She warmly smiled at the two, her eyes crinkling in the process. "Sillies, we're friends now! Forget about the bet, this is a celebration now! And plus, the only reason I couldn't give you guys the macarons last month was because they were for a bake sale. If you guys had just asked me to make you some, I would have!"

"So... the only reason you agreed to the bet was because..." The twins started. (Y/N) winked at them, "You guys weren't the only bored ones!"

Ba-bump

Their hearts skipped a beat.

[A/N: Image does not belong to me.]

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 8 months

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A/N = Aki burrowed into my brain yesterday after finishing Chainsaw Man. I hadta write something. This is a little twisty & turny. Aki & F!y/n/reader have a bit of a history. I don't get too much into that. But they get together here. Who knows where they end up? It's just a quick little blah blah blah.

C/W = P -> V (unprotected), a little bit of emotional stuff (they have a history, it wasn't all kittens and rainbows). If I missed anything else, let me know so I can fix this.

It was nearing the end of fall, your second favorite season. Aki and his friends came over to help you clean out the leaf-filled rain gutters in your new house. And for free (you insist on paying them, though)! But did he expect a tip? Do you want his?

You sat on your porch steps and sipped on iced tea as Aki's friends were busy cleaning the gutters. Aki was at the top of your roof, and you couldn't see much of anything other than his legs and feet.

"Thanks a lot for hiring us, Miss y/n. My little girl is gonna have a nice Christmas thanks to you." His friend gushed about his daughter for a while before moving on to the next section of the rain gutter.

Aki climbed down the ladder and came over to you. "Y/n, may I please use your restroom? Could you show me where it is?" He smiled. Not a large smile, but you knew he wasn't the type for donning a wide grin. You appreciated that about him. He seemed more genuine than other people. He was calmer, too.

"Oh, yeah, of course. Follow me, please."

He walked toward you and extended his hand to help you up, and you led him through the kitchen to the back hallway of your house.

"It's right through there just ta‐OH!" He pressed you into the gray wall and held you there with his hips against yours. His arms were on either side of you, hands palm down on the wall and essentially trapping you.

The thing is, you felt anything but trapped. You felt like you were home. You were home. But where you always lived alone, it was just a house. With Aki here, standing over you, it felt like so much more.

"What's with the 'please'?" He put his face into your neck.

"Heyyy Aki." You spoke breathily, your face flushed from his touch. Your cunt all but wetting your exposed skin because you didn't wear panties today. And your skirt wasn't too long, either. There wasn't really anywhere to hide.

"Mmm... y/n..." he trailed off. His mouth was hot against your neck as he left little bites and kisses on your skin. His breathing was cool and steady in comparison to yours. He moved his right hand to squeeze your breast and run his fingertips over your hardened nipple and his left hand started to lift the hem of your skirt. But just as suddenly, he stepped away.

"Excuse me," he looked at you, and you could feel his gaze holding you in place. But he stepped away and pointed to where he thought the restroom was. "M–mmhm. Yeah, t-turn right at the end of the hallway."

When he was out of sight and you heard the door click shut, you slid down the wall. Squatting there for a moment, fanning yourself unsuccessfully with your hand, you heard one of the workers at the front door. "What the hell ...?"

"Miss y/n? Would it be possible for us to get some drinks out here?" The question startled you. "Oh! Ohmigosh, yes. I apologize. I, I, I –" your head fell. Giving up the ruse that you were just in your hallway hanging pictures or something. It wasn't apparent how much his friends knew about you and Aki together.

You appeared from the shadowy space with a smile on your face. A nice little pink hue had taken over your cheeks spanning down to your chest from Aki touching you.

I'll make up some ...? Lemonade? Iced tea?"

"Iced tea will be fine, Miss –"

"Call me y/n! I insist." You said warmly. "There's no need for such formalities. I'll be right out [male name]."

You set to work making up a pitcher of iced tea for everyone who's working. Your back was to the side entrance into the kitchen, and Aki snuck up behind you and slid his hands around your waist

"Oh! Aki..." You moaned a little louder than intended and leaned your head back over your shoulder. "The drinks..." You whispered, putting your hands on top of his that were holding the rolled edge of the counter.

He pushed his crotch against your ass as he breathed into your ear. "You got something I can use to wet my whistle?" He tucked his thumb into the waistband of your skirt, pulling the fabric down and softly bit the nape of your neck, causing you to shutter and jump back against him.

"You don't have to go through the trouble of getting the drinks for them," He chuckled. "They're busy with their work anyway."

"But [male name] asked me for some iced tea and ... and ..." You couldn't think with Aki's thumb so close to your throbbing core.

"What if I said I want you?" He started to walk you backward out of the kitchen. "What if I said I want my mouth all ... over ... you.

"But ... the, the dri–" you mumbled.

He took your face in his hands. His blue eyes hypnotize you where you stand. You reached out and traced his lips with your finger. He opened his mouth and bit your finger lightly. "What if I said I want you ... all over me."

You nodded your head slowly at his request. He led you down the hallway to the guest room, and you followed him willingly. But you wondered if he planned this out beforehand. Truth be told, you couldn't care less. You'd follow him just about anywhere.

When you arrived at the room, Aki closed the door behind you, and he clicked the small lock on the doorknob. He immediately started unbuttoning your shirt, kissing the exposed skin as he did.

"Mmm ... Aki ... someone could...see through the window if they're cl–ah– cleaning the gutters ..." You didn't have it in you to protest and conjure up scenarios you really didn't care about.

You were pretty sure his friends didn't have their tools and ladders at the back of the house yet. Because with the blinds open, you'd be pretty easy to see. Aki seemed to ignore your protests as he threw your shirt on the floor, pulled down your skirt, and laid you down before you could even take a breath.

"Aki..." You sat up, "I ... we ..."

He kissed you deeply, "Shh shh shhh. It's me. Just relax. Ok? I'll pull the blinds." He laughed softly.

You nodded your head and noticed just how tightly your brows were furrowed. You concentrated on relaxing them.

"Better," he smiled at you.

"Mmmm," you exhaled heavily as you ran your hands through his dark hair. "It's been too long..."

He laid down on his back, propped up on the fluffy pillows, put both of his arms out, and motioned for you to get on top of him.

"It's not been that long." He said, rather confident in his decision.

"Oh yes, it has." You slid down his body, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants. You unzipped the fly and reached into his boxers. "See, even you're excited." You smiled as you pulled his hard cock from his pants.

You laid down on the bed next to him and wrapped your hand around him. "Aki, fuck, I want you."

He slid his hand down between your legs and moaned at the feeling of your wetness. "I'm excited? Look – look at this! He dipped a couple of fingers just inside your pussy and gathered up some of your wetness. He rubbed it over his cock with his hand.

"It's only been a few months y/n. And besides, you were ..." He slid his fingers back into you. "You were cheating on me with ... with that piece of shit." He pulled out his fingers and held your gaze as he stuck them into his mouth, licking them clean.

"That wasn't cheating. It was just sex."

He raised his eyebrows at your statement.

"Why are you looking at me like that? You're the one who didn't want ... y'know, never mind. You're here now. I'm not 'cheating' on you with anyone." You began to move closer toward him on the bed.

"Is that all we are y/n?" He said it matter-of-factly. "Sex?"

"What? No. Aki ... you know me better than that."

"Yeah, I know you, y/n. But do you know me. I had to leave for a while. It's not like I wanted to go away. To be away from you." He was starting to look a little sad. The way he does when you hurt him unintentionally. The way he does when he knows you didn't mean to, though it still feels like a knife to the back. But his shoulders slump a little bit, and he has trouble keeping his eyes on yours.

It breaks your heart.

"Aki, I asked if you wanted me to wait for you. I'm sure you didn't hold out for me all that time." You stood up and peeked out the blinds. No one seemed to be looking, so you went back to the bed.

He started to sit up, but you pushed him down. "Stay. Stay right there." You turned around and straddled him. You kissed him softly.

"Y/n..."

"What is it, Aki?" You breathed against his lips.

He shook his head and looked away. "I, I..."

"What Aki?" You were more insistent this time. "Tell me."

"I love you, y/n," he whispered, his lips just barely brushing yours as you hovered over him. "I missed you so much, and I love you. I just ... I want you." He ran his hands on the underside of your thighs, grabbing your ass he pulled you closer over his lap and lined himself up with your entrance.

You carefully lowered yourself onto him and tipped his chin up with your fingers so the two of you were inches apart. He looked at you as though he might cry.

"I missed you too, Aki, but we've been without each other for a while." You began to move up and down on him slowly. "How do you feel about the time we were apart? Were you with anyone else?"

He shook his head. "I was scared of what would happen if i was, y/n. I didn't want to hurt you. I don't know if I should want you, though. Do you w–." He stopped himself. Partially because of how good you felt and because he didn't want to know the answer.

"Do I what, Aki?" You put your forehead against his.

He shook his head, unable to voice his question.

"I'm sorry, Aki. I didn't know you wanted me to wait for you. But I would never cheat on you. I'm sorry that I ... that I – well, you know."

"I know, I know." He said as he rubbed your back. "It's ok. It's not your fault. I ... I know that. Fuck. Look at me. Whining while you're fucking me. What a gentleman." He laughed to himself. "This is embarrassing."

You kissed him. "No. Don't be. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. I don't mind, though." You pressed your lips to his ear and whispered, "I missed you so much. Any extra closeness we get is a bonus."

Aki nodded, and you were relieved he didn't try to continue the previous conversation.

"Aki? What's your favorite position?" You asked him as you fucked him. "With me, of course."

He wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you close. "This is my favorite position. On my back, you on my cock so I can see your pretty face and pretty mouth twist around. I wanna see how good I make you feel."

His words, his face. Just him being him was pushing you over the edge. "I'm gonna cum, Aki ... oh ... ah shit ..."

He grabbed your ass as he thrust upward. "You're gonna cum just like this, aren't you?" He groaned.

"Y-yes... yes, Aki, please. Oh ... my god, I've missed you so much! Please stay with me, I want you." You bounced up and down on his cock, your tits covered his face. He licked and sucked on your nipples while his hands sat at your waist.

"Aki, I'm cumming!" You cried out as you leaned over to brace yourself against his chest. "Fuck ... oh fuck!" You panted, and cried out, your head falling back as your orgasm flooded through your body.

"S'fuckin' hot, cum for me y/n," he grabbed your ass hard and lifted you up, sliding his cock out of you. "Turn around." He held you by the waist and moved so you were on the bottom. Knees on the bed and your ass in the air.

"Spread your legs." He placed his hand on the back of your thigh, pushing it apart. You looked over your shoulder at him. "Let me see how much you missed me." He sneered.

Aki pushed his cock back into your pussy from behind and slammed into you. He squeezed your ass with his left hand and reached around you with his right hand to pinch your nipple.

"Aki! Yes ... fuck ... please. Please ... I missed you so much, don't... don't stop!" You grabbed the pillow under your head and gripped it as he fucked you harder.

"Oh, you missed me?" He pulled out of you and turned you over on the bed. He held your legs up and slid right into you again.

"YES!" You shouted as he slammed back into you, fucking you hard. His face was contorted as if in pain or pleasure or both.

"You like it rough, huh y/n?"

"I like it with you." You said. Tears stream down your face from another impending orgasm. "I only like it with you, Aki!" You threw your legs down on the bed and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in to kiss you.

"What if I say I wanna make you cum like THIS?" He slammed into you hard.

You arched your back, lifting your ass into the air and whimpered, "Please, please Aki, cum inside me.

He slammed into you once more. His body convulsed as he came. "Fuck! Yes! Ah y/n!"

The two of you were so lost in your own little world that you didn't hear Aki's friends by the guest bedroom window.

"C–can we have some iced tea now, Miss y/n?"

Thank you for reading!

╭╯Sarah╰╮

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Battle for Award...all of them!

Here it is, the story I've worked on for a couple of weeks! I really like how it turned out. It should give you a unique perspective and shows just how I write my favorite lad, Conductor.

TW: Major injuries, blood, temporary character death, depression

Just for your information, I've color-coded his thoughts purple so it's easier to differentiate his thoughts from his actions. The red ones are...you'll figure it out ;)

Peck. Peck. PECK. How could I let this happen?! How did this no-good, lousy, son of a peck neck win? This is a joke, right? Any moment I'm jus' gonna wake up from this nightmare, right? But I donae wake up, I'm stuck watchin't this...this microphone-swinging, smugly-dancing, infuriatingly-grinning peck neck claim the award that was rightfully mine. I should have won that!

I could have sworn that that peck neck gave me a self-satisfied smirk the moment I got called to receive that worthless, rotten, sliver second place trophy, and those peck necks honestly thought that I'd wanted to stay and give a small speech! What? Did they honestly think that I'd applaud me actors for their lousy performance?! Nae, I'm ashamed that I even have to deal with them! And me fans...what fans? No one would even wanna watch a second- rate movie!

I storm out of the award ceremony, pushin' aside me lousy actors who give me those fake sympathetic glances, if only they could act that well on set when it really counts! I swear I can hear the whole crowd laughing at me, taunting me for me failure...all those days and nights I spent makin' these movies, and for what...to lose EVERYTHING to that smelly penguin!

I make a beeline fer me lovely train, the only thing in this world I can rely on...the only thing that will never leave me. I shield me eyes and glare at those pesky paparazzi leeches, who get paid fer feedin' off the misery of others, I can read the headline already “The greatest director know to bird, the Conductor, loses for the second time! The crowd cheers for his ever-popular rival!” I almost throw up in me mouth at the sick thought.

I need to get away, far away from here, far away from this nightmare!

I start the Owl Express and head back to the studio. Those peck necks that got here with me can see how they get back home, I ain't in the mood ta deal with 'em. I take a deep breath to calm down a little after me train picked up enough speed to get me away from the laughter and scorn of the people...people that were supposed to cheer for me, not have a laugh at me expense!

For a moment I wondered how the bow-wearing lassie was doing, I had seen her somewhere on the front seat, looking pleased at her performance in Grooves' movies, she had looked genuinely happy fer the penguin when they announced that he had won. That lassie looked like she had a lot of fun in both of the DJ's movies, however, she looked a bit stressed out at the end of...what was it called again? 'The big charade” that had to be it, because that's what it was! Anyone with eyes could see that the poor girlie was strugglin' near the end! That detail didnae escape me keen eye! To peck with both o' them! If she cannae appreciate me kindness in letting her star in me amazin' movies, then she can get lost!

Me hands were balled to fists as I stormed over to the front doors of the studio, in me anger, I didnae notice that they hadn't opened 'n' hurt me beak a bit as I ran into it. “Stupid peckin' doors, can't even do what they're supposed ta do!” I mumble, a moment later I realize that they had been locked, “Damn these idiots who closes the doors so early at night! Nae a surprise I lost with this lack luster commitment.”, finally the damn doors open and I can get out of this cold. Why is it that the desert is nice and warm at day time, but cold as peck at night! Peckin' nature!

I hardly pay attention as I stomp me way through the reception and open the big double doors to me side of the studio, not even botherin' to switch the light on, ain't needin' it anyway. Right before I reach the elevator, I feel something weird under me shoe.

Who the peck would leave a small cat doll in a movie studio?... Wait, I have seen that plushie somewhere befer...right, it belongs to the curly-haired lass! She had brought it with her and asked me if it could appear somewhere in the movie as a prop, which I obviously denied. I cannae have a cutsy, little green cat doll in a blood-chilling thriller, it would clash with everythin' else!

The little lass had looked noticeable sad, but what was I s'pposed ta do, change me thriller inta a wholesome kid's movie? Nae. I have to say though that the bow lass is an excellent actress, she actually cried at the sight of the 'dead' owl, I still cannae believe that ''Murder on the Owl Express' lost to some dumb movie where all the lassie did was jump around and try to become popular- HOW DID THAT GET A BETTER SCORE?!

I put the little doll in me suit pocket, she surely will come back ta look fer it, after doin' so, I press the button fer the elevator and proceed to die of old age befer the peckin' thing even gets all the way up.

I swear, I'm losing me patience, I've told the receptionist about a thousand times that we need a new elevator, but has he ever done anythin' 'bout that? NO! He just tells me that we ain't got the budget, we ain't ever got the budget fer anythin'! The lad said somethin' 'bout the bills in the basement, most of these aren't even mine! The ones that are mine are fer the maintenance of me lovely train. What can I do against the fact that due to me havin' the only train, they always need some special mechanics! I'd do it meself, but I cannae make movies, write scripts, AND operate and maintain me train, I'm only one owl! I donae have enough time as it is!

Finally the snail of an elevator arrives and I make me way down to me office. When I arrive in the B2 storage area, I notice that something is off, normally no one should be here right now, yet up ahead someone was talking, thanks to me excellent hearin' I have no problem listening in on their conversation. “Why are we on guard duty again? Everyone else is already down there.” They sounded like one of DJ peck neck's penguin fanboys.

How I hate those filthy moon penguins, that constant snappin' is always, ALWAYS off sync and is ear-grating, equally as ear-grating as the obnoxiously loud drivel they dare call music! The worst thing about them, though, is their attitude, those stinkin', fedora-wearin' cowards persistently trash talk me behind me back. Those peck necks are way ta scared ta tell that to me face. Maybe they do have more than one brain cell, they know that if they dared ta speak up, they'd be running back to their 80's reject idol and weep like wee chicks after I'm done with 'em!

I decided that I don't want ta deal with they're mocking tone, and their glorification of that smelly boss of theirs, so I climb up on up the stack of boxes. From up there I managed to spot those halfheartedly-dancin' buffoons, I just walk past them and climb back down on the other side, well out of sight of them.

While I continue walkin', I think 'bout what that stupid penguin said, what did he mean with they're all down there, shouldn't they be at the ceremony...ugh, maybe they're planin' one o' those idiotic surprise parties fer DJ peck neck. Great more infuriatingly loud music!

I shake me head and open the door to me office, I need ta get me mind off this, or I fear I'll break something in me anger! I sift through the neatly organized drawers for some paper and grab a pen from me desk befer sittin' down ta ponder over the next big blockbuster.

I have to beat this no-good moon dweller, I just have to! If not...Nae! I'll beat him again, I've done so lots of times, this was just luck!

'What if it wasn't, Connor?'

O-Of course it was, t-the lassie helped him, t-that's why he won!

'She helped you as well, didn't she? However, you failed, but he didn't!'

I can fix this! I-I'll fix it!

'It's to late for that, my dear. No one would watch a movie from a pathetic second-rate director.'

I won't fail again! I promise!

'Empty words from a equally as empty 'bird', you'll never change, Connor. All you do is make promises, but you never follow through with them. You never cared about me, you never cared about Linda, either!'

Stop, please! I loved ye, I still do!

'You don't even have the capacity to love, all you know is anger and spite! I hate you! Linda hates you! Even your grandkids hate you, even they know what kind of person you are!'

S-stop...

'Your actors hate you, their faked empathy is proof of that! Even the little girl with the bow hates you, and for good reason! You scared her half to death, and she got hurt while filming 'Train Rush', that poor little girl, she's probably traumatized because of your cruel actions!'

...

'Give up already! Your a failure through and through! No one could EVER care for you....No OnE wOuLd CaRe If YoU dIeD!'

…..

*bang*

A loud sound of something quite heavy being dropped to the ground startles me so badly that I jolt and me feathers rise up. I notice that me talons are shaking horribly, what a nightmare! I make me way over to the door, which proved to be difficult, me legs felt like pudding as I moved. I open it just a crack and look down the long, dark and empty hallway. Once again I hear those intolerable peck necks speak to each other, this time though, it sounded like an argument, considering the bite in their voices.

“Watch it, dude! Why do you always drop things at the worst possible times, DJ Grooves specifically told us to keep this a secret, we're screwed if the owls hear us!”

“Bro, chill out! It's like 2am no one is here, I'll prove it...HELLO IF ANYONE HEARS WHAT I SAY, BEAT IT!!!”

I cringe at the volume which was only amplified by the echo in the basement's vast and near empty hallway.

Does this dumb penguin really think that anyone would answer?! Those no-good, dirty peck necks are clearly up to somethin', me earlier assumption of a surprise party was clearly wrong, wouldn't make sense if their boss knew about it. Nae....those morons are planning something, but what?

With me curiosity now piqued, I venture further down the hall, careful as to not be spotted.

“Shhhh! Be quiet! What if the Conductor is still in the building? Pretty sure that I've seen the Owl Express at the station earlier.”

“Nah, pretty sure that the yellow menace is probably drunk in some bar by now, crying and sobbing about his second loss ever.”

I clench me fists as I follow the sound of the conversation, while I try to contain me urge ta yell at those pear-headed trash-talking, witless peck necks!

The nerves of those buffoons, puttin' me on the same level as an underpaid office worker, whose family is falling apart because they cannae juggle 12 hour of work and two kids at once! I'm sure they go and bawl their eyes out whenever they get scolded by their so 'beloved' idol! Pah!

Their voices came from the area with the elevator to the lowest part of the basement...but why? Nae a soul is usin' that place no more, the structure is unstable, and there is nothin' particularly interestin' down there.

I hide at the end of the hallway and peek around the corner, making sure that they don't see me. They're carrying some quite heavy looking props.

Well, what those penguins lack in intelligence, they at least make up for in brawn, me owls got neither, they'd no doubt complain if I make 'em carry somethin' heavier than bucket o' water. The Express Owls should be paying me 'cause I have ta deal with their incompetence!

With a loud creaking, the small moving room made its way down, all I can do is watch and think about what they're planing. After checking that the coast is clear, I approach the area slowly, keepin' me focus on listenin', just in case more of 'em try to descend. I can still hear them chatter away happily, even through the loud creaking of the elevator.

Something 'bout a grand reveal...did he manage to make yet another movie?!! T-That cannae be, right?! No way did he do that, there was hardly any time fer that!

Finally the lift stops somewhere far below, thankfully there don't appear ta be more penguins. After calling the elevator back up, a colder shiver runs down me spine, after all I've no idea what they're doin' down there.

Maybe they're just trying to fix the damages to the support beams ta make room fer a new set, o-or maybe they're trying to find some backhanded, non-traceable way to make me side of the studio collapse, o-or maybe...they're sacrificing one of the owl to king of the underworld himself, just ta make sure that I'll lose again next time!...That would make fer a great movie idea 'Exorcist on the Owl Express'...just put some itching powder in the back of an owl's shirt to make them act up, get one o' these fog machine thingies...I should write that down later.

I get ripped out of me thoughts as everything around me suddenly stops, and the door swings open. I expected a lot of noise, but there isnae a sound, me steps down the small walkway are the only things I hear. It would probably be pitch black down 'ere fer everyone who ain't got good night vision, but I can make out something that looks like a stage at the back of that big room. That dread I felt earlier only increased with every step forward.

Is this how a victim in me thrillers feels like? It's almost like me lungs refuse to cooperate. What in tarnation is going on 'ere?

Suddenly the light switches on and I almost jump out o' me feathers. I got blinded fer a moment and I move me arm up to shield me eyes. After I finally can see properly again, me eyes are immediately assaulted by the very tacky scene in front of me. The whole room looks like it came straight out of a disco, flashy floor panels, a ceiling that showed crescents and stars, and a jukebox that was placed to the right of the stage.

The strange feeling of unease only got stronger when I notice that all the moon penguins had gathered on the left and right side of the stage, all of their eyes focus on me the moment the light turned back on. I was planning to ask them what they were looking at!, but the same obnoxious voice that's been tauntin' me all evenin' beats me to the punch.

“I was expecting the little bow-wearing darling, but this...-” I turn me head back to the stage, and, as I expected, I find me peck neck of a rival glarin' at me...but something is off...he's holding one o' those weird hour glass things that the lass wanted...what's he tryin' ta do with it, watch the sand flow? “-this will be a nice test.”

Test? Test for what?

His glare was now accompanied by a big, sinister-looking smile that slowly but surely made me feathers rise up again. I fight against the fear that threatens to paralyze me, and take a step forward. No way am I backing away from DJ peck neck and his entourage of brainless fanboys.

“What the peck is all o' this?!” I gesture once around me, and stare the penguin down, he, however, only chuckles.

“Just a little something I prepared for my diva, the little darling has been keeping a big secret from me, and I wanted her to come down here and...scold her for her bad behavior, that's all.”

Psh! Aye, lad, sure, that's why yer penguins are 'ere, don't think ye'd need yer whole fan club there if ye jus' wanted to talk ta the lassie.

“Stop lyin'! There isnae a way ye just wanted ta talk to the lassie, I ain't dumb, peck neck!” The penguins on the stands started booing, I only frown.

Something was seriously wrong with all this...there is no way that he only wanted to talk with her, and his twisted, horrific expression only amplified me doubts. This looked more like he was trying ta...nae, he wouldnae do that, would he?

All that doubt vanished and me whole body told me to run, to get the peck outta that room befer it's too late, the moment that wretched penguin spoke again. “So you figured it out, huh. Well, it's unfortunate for you that you came down her, Conductor, darling. I wanted to see you're miserable, pathetic face when I take back ALL the awards that rightfully belong to me.-” He pulls a knife out of his jacket and raises it up high, the light behind him makes the sharp blade shine brightly. “-But I've changed my mind, you're gonna be the guinea pig to test out this time piece's power!”

What the peck is a time piece? W-What does this peck neck think he's doin'?

I have nae a moment ta piece all this together, due to that peck neck jumpin' down to the ground befer he tries to stab me with that knife of his.

Did...Did he lose his mind?! He cannae honestly consider fightin' me! Well, I ain't just gonna stand there and take it!

“If it's a fight ye want, it's a fight ye get!” I draw me own knife from the inside pocket of me suit jacket while I jump back ta dodge his stab attack. He quickly follows up with a slash that I parry, the self-satisfied smile of his only seemed to widen. I'm caught off guard a little as he jumps up and stands on top of a big disco ball.

Of course he wouldnae fight fair, bringing in a disco ball to a knife fight, what's he planin'?

“Try not to get crushed, darling. I'm just warming up.” He drops down together with the big disco ball, the impact makes me stumble and fall to the floor, which caused me to almost get hit by the strange shock wave it created.

“Have ye lost yer mind, Grooves? Ye cannae honestly be tryin' ta kill me!” I narrowly dodge the saw blades that cut up the floor, as they hit the ground.

I swear I could feel the blade cut the air right next to me wing, a little later and it would've cut me! Those aren't props, he's seriously tryin' ta kill me...

“Honestly, darling, I'm doing the whole movie industry a favor by ridding it of your old-fashioned, boring Westerns, Conductor!-” His voice darkens, spite and hatred lace his words, it makes me shudder. “-Don't think that I don't know that you've been cheating and manipulation everything to make sure that I'd never win!”

WHAT!!! Does this buffoon have any idea what he's insinuating?! Does he really think that I cheated every time!...Alright, I do make sure that his props go missin' from time to time...and sometimes I send one of me owls to make his recorded footage disappear, but he does the same! And he knows it! It's not even like he's subtle, the amount of times those penguins have 'accidentally' dropped one of me props while tryin' ta reach theirs is staggeringly high, and it's funny just how often me precious cameras break while recordin', surely no one has tampered with those!

I sneer at the penguin and he starts to whistle, nothing happens fer a moment, until I notice a shadow that isnae me own under me, I look up and dodge a falling stage light just in time. I'm really starting ta freak out a bit now. I can hear me heart pound in me chest from the adrenaline.

“S-Stop this nonsense!” Peck! Why did me voice break, I ain't scared...even though this situation's really not in me favor.

The penguins on the stands become just as unhinged as their boss, some start to dance, while others shake their flippers at me yelling 'Conductor sucks' over and over, the weirdest ones are the penguins that were swinging violently on the awning over the stage, the amount of hostility I'm faced with is almost crushing...but I won't let those peck necks win! All I gotta due is knock some sense back inta DJ peck neck!

The penguin didn't expect me to attack back, he just about evades me slash attack by jumping down onto the stage. I use this confusion to follow it up with a couple of slashes and stabs of me own, carefully aiming to avoid hitting any vial parts.

I may hate that peck neck, but I donae want him dead, who would I compete against? A couple of scratches and bruises won't kill him though.

He recovers fairly swiftly and I have to focus on avoiding his attacks again, some of which are way to close fer comfort, but that isn't the scariest part, that would be that deranged look in his eyes that I see whenever I get a good look past his shades, and the fact that he's aiming his attacks at me throat and me chest persistently!

Those eyes...that, that gaze, it's almost like that of an animal, lusting fer blood and triumph. Me owls would drop dead if they'd see this...even I have ta avert me eyes and concentrate on evading his blows.

That's when I finally spot an opening and I manage to cut his flipper, but not without getting' a small, bleeding cut on me face as his knife grazes it.

He stops, the crowd behind him gasps in shock, while I just stare the DJ down, ready to raise me knife again, should he attack me again. I flinch when he suddenly screaming in anger. And he jumped back to the stage right after, leaving me standin' on the floor, dumbfounded.

He reached into his jacket and revealed the hour glass again.

“No! No! I won't be hurt by you ever again! You caused me pain and suffering every opportunity you had, but this ends here and now! This time, I will hurt YOU instead!” The way his voice varied in pitch sounded borderline psychotic...is he really that far gone? I know he hates me, and it's mutual, but this...this goes too far.

I can see him smash that hour glass to the ground, I blink in confusion as I suddenly find meself in the same position as mere moments befer, swinging me knife to hit the flipper of me rival...but this time I miss, and near simultaneously, I feel a sharp pain in me arm as his knife cuts through me clothes and leaves a bleedin' scratch.

“Ugh! How...What happened?” DJ Grooves merely smiles at me confused expression as she jumps back, looking at the blood that now slowly trickled down his blade.

“Surprised and overwhelmed, darling? You didn't know that the props you've been using the entire time could rewind time, did you?”

I thought that he had lost his marbles earlier than he called the prop a time piece, guess the peck neck really meant that...Did the lass know that they can do that? Surely, after all she was desperately trying to get 'em back so she must have known.

Once again he started ta toss saw blades at me, which I dodged, but the strange feeling returned yet again, and the next thing I know one o' those blades cuts the side of me left leg.

“AHHH!” Holy peck did that hurt! In comparison to the small cut on me arm this felt like he just chopped of half me leg! Peck, he really means ta kill me, ain't he...Peck!

I hiss in pain as I stand back up, trying to shift as much weight as possible to me right leg, The crowd cheers and looks amused at me attempt to stand properly. Those penguins really are just as derange as their boss.

“Did that hurt, darling? I can assure you that this is only the beginning, I'll pay you back for your 'kindness', Conductor, after you're gone, I'll travel back in time to make sure that you'll never win a single award, you never deserved them!”

I turn me head up after yet another whistle, and I expected more stage lights to fall from above, however, four cars started to circle me instead. One by one they charged at me and I had to jump and roll to avoid every single on, which only made the injury on me leg bleed more.

“Your so rude, look, you're staining my beautiful dance floor with your ugly blood, darling. Maybe I should try something else?” This time he started to jump to the ceiling and dive down at me befer he trying to grab me after, but I jump just out of his reach...which resulted in him rewinding again, this time he grabs me right wing and I struggle to break free.

“OWW!” Pain spreads up me leg and me feathers rise at the sensation the moment he kicks me already wounded leg and I crumble down. His hold on me wing only tightens befer something shifts and the pain in me leg becomes secondary to the horrible pain in me wing as he twists it and the bone moves out of position “AAAARRRGGHH!!!” I can feel the moment me shoulder dislocates and the pain causes white flashes of light to dance in front of me eyes. He shoves me down to the ground hard and it takes a moment fer me to grasp me surroundings again.

I only hear laughter, laughter from every corner of the room, and it takes a moment fer me eyes to work properly again.

I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die, if this goes on fer much longer! B-But no one knows that I'm 'ere, no one will come to help me!

I drag meself off the ground, using only me left wing and right leg. I fall to the ground again, after I sorely underestimated the area that was affected by his kick. With shaking legs, I look back up at me rival who just continues to laugh.

Fer him to have this much hatred...this much spite fer me.....I'm nae kind ta him, I'm well aware, but he ain't kind ta me, either, yet, I've never realized just how much all of this affected him. He always looked so cheerful and happy despite me insulting him. Was it all an act ta hide his pain? But he has all those moon penguins that praise the very ground he walks on, all the support he could ever ask fer, he's got no reason to be this upset.

“S-Stop this Grooves. This ain't like ye at all.” The tall penguin stops and rises a flipper, the crowd o' moon penguins quiets down in an instant. I'm left puzzled when he suddenly starts to clap slowly.

“Did you hear that, darlings? In his desperation and fear he feigns to know me.-” His gaze wandered from the stand on the left to the one on the right, as he points down at me with the flipper that hold the knife, I feel nauseous when I notice the amount of blood on the blade...me own blood.

The crowd begins to laugh again, “Ow.” A soda can hits me right in the temple, the crowd starts to throw litter at me, I would have loved to yell at them, to tell 'em to throw the cans and themselves in the trash there they belong, but I struggle to even remain standin'.

“-You don't know me at all, Conductor, and stop pretending that you care! You never care about anyone, all you do is shout at everyone who even dares to speak to you! The poor bow-wearing darling came over to my side of the studio with tears in her eyes, due to you screaming your lungs out, and for what reason, Conductor, because she failed ONE line, ONE!!-”

Me feathers lower, and I turn me head to the ground.

He was right...I did yell at her, I snapped at her for messing up her line. Nothing had been goin' right that day, one of the owls deleted an important scene by accident, meaning we had to record it again, I had so many actors out of place that I lost count of how many times I had yell 'cut'...when the bow lass failed her line...I jus'...I...I.....Peck, I was so terrible to 'er! I've really been blind this whole time, I...I hurt the wee lassie, I made her do death-defying stunts and traumatized her with a timer that counted ta her death and an owl she assumed to be dead...No wonder the she decided to aid me rival. All I did was shout at her, all I did was blame her fer everything that went wrong.

“-With this time piece I finally have the power to dispose of you...this shinny hour glass is all I need to end your miserable existence once and for all.” He cackles and the penguins behind him cheer, at least I think so.

'See, Connor, here you have the proof nobody cares about you, nobody will come to save you. You'll die here, but that's okay, the world will be a better place without you polluting it with your continued existence.'

I can't die here, me movies, me train...

'Nobody is going to miss your shoddy, old Westerns, dear. And I'm sure that someone will take over your train after your demise. Your nothing special, Connor.'

….I don't want ta die.....I'm...I

'Scared? I've always known that you're a coward. Your scared of the pain, and the numbness that follows, but you deserve that pain! You deserve the torture, you failed your family, you failed the bow-wearing child, but worst of all, dear Connor-

YoU FaIlEd YoUrSelF!!!

Die already... DIE...DIE...DIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIE!!!!!

”AAAAAHHHH!!!” Pain, so much pain, the blade cuts across me chest, I didn't even realize that he started to attack me again.

“What's wrong, darling? To weak to fight back?”

…...

“GAAAHHH!!!” Me whole back's on fire, I have no idea what DJ Grooves even did, but it hurts, it hurts more than I could have imagined. Waves and waves of pain from several bleeding wounds take me ability to think straight, make it impossible, to even move to avoid any of his attacks.

…...Maybe I should just...give up? Everything will be better if I died, right?

I can feel the wetness of me own blood as it trickles down me back and forms a small puddle on the floor. Me limbs ache so much I cannae even move, lest I wanted ta scream in pain again. I only whimper, when the DJ grabs me collar, and, even though it's blurry due to me own tears and me ever-worsening condition, I can see that crazed, insanity behind his eyes. The anger, the pain, the madness...the suffering, all normally hidden behind his fancy star-shaped shades.

“Any last words, Conductor? Or have you accepted your fate?”

…..Do it, lad.

“STOP!!!” Me head feathers rise up at the unexpected, yet familiar voice.

I drop back ta the ground, after the psychotic penguin drops me as he realized who it was, with effort, I turn me head, but I can only see a blob of green with a dark blue bow shape at the top.

“Ah, the true star of this show has arrived. It's so nice to see you, darling!” His voice, does it sound like I'm under water? Ugh, I-i have ta warn the lassie!!!

“Run away, lassie. Get outta here. He's tryin' ta...”

…...

…....

…......*snivel* “W_y? I ju_t wan_ t_he t_me pie_e back.” “Lo_k at w_at you've d_ne to Cond_ctor!”

….. lassie. I...Lassie!!!

I force me eyes to open, trying to make sense of the blurry shapes. As I try to focus, I can see that the bow-wearing girlie is crying, she's hurt, and...that peck neck really has his knife aimed at her.

NO!!! I-I have ta do somethin'! That poor lassie has suffered enough,and... I-I still have ta apologize ta her!

I drag meself off the ground, fighting against the pain as best I can. Me limbs hardly obey me as I demand fer them to cooperate, I know that I donae have much strength left, but he's gonna kill 'er! I leap forward as he readies the blade to put an end ta the young girl that only tried to help us, that only wanted her possessions back. We both made her go through hell...It's time I right some of me wrongs. I manage to knock the hour glass out of his flipper and the knife hits me side.

“Ack!” Peck that hurt!...I can hardly feel what would normally be an intense pain, but it only added to the agonizingly strong pain I'm already in. Everything goes dark, and I hardly even feel me body hit the ground. I cannae understand whatever it was that the young lassie was screamin' anymore, it was faint, almost like I heard her underwater.

Sorry lassie, I'm so, so sorry...I hope ye can forgive me one day...

…

…...

I wake up with a jolt, and, as me eyes focus, I see the shinning, tear-filled purple eyes of the bow-wearing lassie.

Did...did I die? I...I got stabbed and then...is this purgatory?

“Am I dead?” The young girl only shakes her head at me and smiles, and wipes away her tears.

“No, you're alive. I-I managed to get a hold of the time piece before DJ Grooves and I rewound time as far back as I could, but it wasn't that far, I couldn't prevent him from hurting you.” She hangs her head in shame.

I must've lost consciousness again at some point. I donae remember anythin' after I kinda...died. From what I can tell from me surroundings I'm back in me office, lying on the couch.

I notice that she has several cuts and bruises, nothing too bad, but they still look painful.

When I get me hands on that brain-dead, cowardly, disco-dancing peck neck, I'm gonna...

“Don't blame DJ Grooves, okay. This wasn't his fault, he-he...the time pieces can corrupt people. They're very dangerous in the wrong hands.” The wee lassie interrupts me thoughts, probably having noticed the shift in me expression.

So she did know about the secret of those hour glasses. To think that somethin' like this could hold so much power. That at least explained why he acted so-so out of character, leave it ta DJ peck neck ta get corrupted by some weird, time-alterin'-hour glass thingie! Nevertheless, he tried to kill a wee kid, A KID!!!

“He tried ta kill ye, lassie, and ye want me ta not get mad at 'im?!” The kid just nodded slowly. I then noticed that new tears start to form in her eyes.

“I'm sorry, I kept it a secret because, I was afraid that what happened today would've happened if I told you both. I guess I only made it worse. You got hurt badly because of me.” She seems really upset about the whole ordeal, the lass doesnae even meet me gaze.

Well, I would have loved ta know that those thingies could bend reality in that way earlier...nae, I would've probably gone back to make sure I win award 42...which would've led me ta...

I shudder at the thought of hurting the girl. I sit up with effort and notice that I'm covered in bandages that were too tight on me leg, and too loose on me back...not to mention that the bandages were placed over me clothes...Cannae believe I haven't died. She probably tried to help as best as she could. “Ugh.”

“I tried to rewind as far back as possible, but you were already pretty hurt when I got there, so I tried to rewind even further and hurried faster.” the curly-haired girl explained, “-I'm sorry, I couldn't stop him from hurting your leg and wing.”

Right, that's whats odd, me back and chest aren't hurtin' anymore, guess that's why I haven't bled ta death. That reminds me, why was she 'ere in the first place? That could wait though, the poor girl's still cryin'...she almost sounded like one of me wee grandkids.

I sit up and stretch out me healthy wing, to which she looks at me perplexed, “It's okay, lassie, ye didnae do anythin' wrong. Come here.” She only cries harder, but takes up the offer, “Careful with me right wing.” She sits down next ta me and buries her head in me left shoulder. Out of instinct, I start ta pet her head in an attempt to calm her down a bit. “I'll be fine, lassie, ye needn't worry.

“You aren't mad at me?”

She saved me life! How could she even think 'bout me bein' angry at her?! If it wasn't fer her, the studio would really life up ta it's name! I was a complete peck neck ta her, and she STILL saved me.

“Nae, ye should be mad at me. I...I made you go through a lot of horrors, didn't I?-” Me head feathers lower, I cannae bear ta look at 'er “-Ye got scared, when you thought that the owl had actually died, and...I donae even wanna mention what I put ye though in 'Train Rush'.”

“I may have hated you a bit for the way you treated me, but I never wanted you dead, a dead bird can't be my friend anymore.”

...lassie.

I have ta turn me head away to prevent her from seeing the tear that I cannae stop from rollin' down me face.

“Why are ye even in the studio so late, lassie?”

It was already pretty late when I left the ceremony, it should be well past midnight now.

“I was looking for Laura, she must have fallen out of my pocket that day on set. I didn't have the time to look for her, she's probably lonely right now.”

Oh right, I picked up that little cat plushie earlier...ta think that that wee green thing saved me life in a way...maybe I should feature it in one o' me movies. Maybe a kid's movie ain't that bad an idea, it'd be somethin' new at least.

I pull the small, green cat doll out of me pocket and the eyes of the curly-haired girl light up immediately.

“You found her! Thank you, Conductor!” At least she appears to be in better spirits now, what a relief.

I'm really startin' ta feel a bit tired, no wonder, I almost ended up like a victim in one o' me own movies. Psh, I'm just glad that buffoon didnae manage to harm the lassie too much. Speaking of that idiot.

“What happened ta DJ peck neck? I still can't believe how unhinged he got, never thought him ta be the murderous type.”

She scooted away a bit and fumbled with the hem of her dress. “I...I had to fight him. The time piece corrupted him pretty bad, so I had to beat him up until he lost consciousness. The penguins scattered after he fainted and I took him to that weird trophy room. I hope he can forgive me.”

This girl really is too pure fer her own good. He tried ta murder her and she's worried that he'd hold a grudge 'cause she defended herself. Cannae say I ain't happy that he ended up battered and bruised though.

“He should apologize ta ye, not the other way 'round!” The poor kid really seem ta hate that she had to hurt him.

“I trusted him in the end. DJ Grooves had been so nice to me, I never wanted it to come to this, I wanted to help him win because I wanted to see his hard work pay off, he told me that he had lost to you almost every time... I felt bad for him.”

“Donae worry about him, that loud, obnoxious bird always rises up again, I'm sure that he'll forgive ye, after all ye only wanted yer possession back.” She nodded and smiled a little.

“Ye should go home now, lassie. It's pretty late, and I'm sure that yer exhausted, I know I am.” She looks at her plushie and carefully hugs me again befer getiin' up.

“I come visit again when I have the time. I still have more time pieces to find, but I'll come back soon.” I give her a quick nod and she waves at me and I wave back, and, in one quick flash, she's gone.

It takes some effort, but I manage to get up and almost crumble down again, forgetting the fact that me leg is still messed up. I really have ta fight the urge to walk over to that peck neck's side of the basement, but I just want ta go and get some rest. This night was peckin' awful.

Going back ta me train would be quite a struggle, I' am well aware of that, call me paranoid, but I donae wanna meet me maker just 'cause some moon penguins that are probably still somewhere in this buildin' decided ta finish what their lunatic of a boss started. So I take the elevator back up, after makin' sure that no one was around. I search me inside pocket fer me old pocket watch to check the time.

04:34am, eh. Well, it looks like I won't be getting' much sleep yet again. I ain't lookin' forward ta the rest of the day, I gotta inform the owls that we won't be filmin' today, then, I have ta see a doctor, thanks fer that, DJ peck neck! He better prepare himself, I ain't gonna simply fergive him like the lassie did!

I finally feel safe again after boardin' me lovely train, and makin' sure that all doors are locked and the security system is operational. I quickly realize that it's too much of a struggle ta take off me jacket and dress shirt with me wing hurtin' like peck every time I even try ta move it, so I resigned meself ta leavin' it on. After checkin' the first aid kit from the caboose, I pull the unnecessary bandages off, I know that the lassie meant well, however they're only restricting like this. The wound on me leg had mostly stopped bleedin', a long, deep cut that starts almost at me knee and goes all the way down ta me ankle...no doubt will that leave a nasty scar, a horrific reminder of this awful, AWFUL night. After bandaging the leg up, I go to bed, hoping to get at least some sleep.

I wake up as someone knocks on the door near me office on me train, in me daze I forgot that me dominant wing was currently out of commission and hiss as I try to move it. Everything aches horribly, it would be smarter ta not move, but I unfortunately still have many things ta take care of. I limp me way over ta the door and can see the shock in the eyes of the owl who obviously got startled after looking at me probably rather ragged appearance.

“Oh dear, a-are you okay, sir?” They stutter and point at me injured leg.

“Do I look okay to ye, lad?” The Express Owl cast his eyes to the floor and starts to tremble.

Spare me yer false courtesy, lad, both ye and I know ye don't even mean it!

“N-No I...I suppose not. I c-came here to check where you were. It's unlike for you to be so late, Conductor sir.”

He's right, the sun's up pretty high, must be 'round noon now...It took 'em awfully long ta check up on me.

…..Everyone hates you!

“Did I say something wrong? You look kinda...sad?” I snap back to reality after the owl speaks up again. They're fidgeting awfully much now, I can almost 'ear their beak chatterin'.

“I'm fine, alright! There won't be any filmin' today-” The owl looks at me confused, “-Aye, ye heard that right, no filmin' today. If ye wanna know why, ask those pesky moon penguins, they know EXACTLY why.-” The owl visibly trembles under me sharp gaze and I can see that they cannae wait to hightail it back ta the studio. “-Now go on and tell the others, I have some things ta sort out.” They starts running back, at least I donae have ta repeat meself.

Alright, that's one thing taken care of, I better head back to the studio as well, wouldnae surprise me if those penguins came back, the lassie said that they suddenly left, maybe they panicked or somethin'.

The normally so obsessed fan club of me rival was nowhere ta be seen as I enter the studio and make me way ta the lobby. As I enter, I notice two of me owls sittin' on the bench, another thing of note is that it's awfully quiet, no ear-deafening music is assaulting me ears this noon.

“W-What happened to your leg, sir?! This looks painful!” One of the owls yells loud enough ta wake up the dead, which causes the owl next to them to drop the newspaper they've been holding to the ground. It lands on the front page “Tears of joy at the Annual Bird Movie Awards; DJ Grooves managed to beat his rival for the second time!” The picture shows DJ Grooves holding the Award, a tear running down his face.

Rub it in me face why don'tcha! Nice faked tear, Grooves, bet everyone ate that right up, if only they all knew what you did yesterday after the ceremony, they wouldnae even look at ye with their backsides.

“Got inta a small scuffle, nothin' that concerns ye.” The owl that dropped the news paper got up and gestured to their seat.

“D-Do you want to sit down for a moment, sir?” I look up at the two owls and they both start to fidget under me gaze again. Always so easily scared, those owls, but they nae have a single bad bone in their bodies.

Considering that me leg hurts more today, due to the adrenaline that kept me goin' yesterday now being absent, I accept the kind offer of the owl and sit down with a grunt.

“We're sorry about the award, m-maybe we can win next year.” The owl on the sear next to me avoids eye contact and only looks at me from the corner of their eye.

The nerve of that owl! I only lost because they cannae peckin' act right! And now they're blindly sweepin' that under the rug!

The owl tenses up even more and their coworker opened the newspaper again and chooses to hide their face behind it, they're trembling so much that the paper rattles loudly. Both of the owl look like they're deathly afraid.

...They should be...at the same time I'm happy that I have them instead of the penguins, at least the owl are quiet and easy ta work with, even if they complain a lot.

“Aye, lad, we'll pay 'em back next year.” Both owls had closed their eyes, obviously expectin' fer me ta shout their ear drums out, but I honestly donae have the energy fer that, that and I really needed ta talk ta someone else, someone who deserved me rage far more than me miserable actors.

The other owl peeked up from behind their paper, tryin' ta ease the tension. “S-So, eh, how is-how is your train, sir?” Better than ye, laddie, she at least isnae lookin' like she's gonna throw up from anxiety any moment.....

…..I really DO scare them, huh. Cannae even have a normal conversation with me actors without them bein' on edge.

“She's doin' alright, laddie. How, uh, how are ye doin'?” The owl stiffened at the question, they appear off guard.

“Uh, uhm...good, I guess, just a bit nauseous at the moment.” The owl on the seat gives them an expression like they knew exactly what the other meant.

I decide that I better leave befer those two will faint from the tension, I wince a bit as I get up slowly and receive that same empathetic expression from them that I was exposed ta yesterday, it somehow looked...more genuine this time.

“Alright, lads, I see ye two tomorrow...have a nice day.” As I slowly walk toward me sets, I can hear those two whisper ta each other somethin' like 'Is he feeling alright?'...they should be aware that I can hear 'em just fine at this distance...unless they donae believe that I'm an owl either, never heard that befer in me life after all.

I open the door to the sets, stopping a moment to look at the nice arrangement of props that were bringing a good ol' train robbery scene ta life. I turn away again and make me way to the elevator.

To think he'd try ta erase all that I worked so hard fer, me whole existence even...I wonder how much of this was the time piece's fault and how much of this penguin actually meant.

It takes me quite a while befer I make it ta that weird trophy room, ain't got no idea why he'd have a room like this...and why there are newspaper clippings plastered ta the wall. I stand befer the closed door fer what felt like hours.

What if he attacks me? I ain't in no condition ta fight...but the lass said that she had to beat him black 'n' blue, so I doubt he's better of than me...Peck it!

I tear open the door, not carin' that it hit the wall on almost tore off one of the papers. The room is dark, but I can easily make out the bright yellow star on the back of the red jacket that that dancing eye-sore always wears.

“Oi, peck neck! Care ta enlighten me on what in the seven hells that pea brain of yers was thinkin' last night!?” I only receive a tired groan, and a pained cough. I stomp me way over ta that idiot, reaching fer me knife with me left talon, just in case he tries somethin'.

“Go away, please.” A pathetic whimper reaches me ears, one that only amplified me rising anger.

No apology, no nothin', eh! 'Go away, please' as if I'm jus' gonna leave without hearin' the reason as to why he thought that attemptin' ta murder me would fix all his problems, never mind the fact that he tried ta kill A KID!

“I ain't goin' away 'til ye tell me just what the peck happened! Ye nearly killed me! And even worse, if I hadn't stopped ye, ye would've killed the lassie! The very same lassie that helped ye win in the first place I might add!” After I said me piece the room grows eerily quiet fer a moment.

“...I...I never....” It's so quiet that even I hardly hear his voice.

“Ye never what, peck neck? Ye never think? That's right, if ye did, ye would've realized how pecked up all of this really was!” The penguin flinches and pulls his limbs closer ta himself. “Ugh, stop sulkin' like a wee chick and speak!” I fold me arms and wait fer a moment, but all I hear is quiet sobbing.

I sigh and leave the room fer a minute to go and get a chair, when I return, that big cry baby still has yet ta even move. I sit down with a huff and finally get a reaction.

“......Conductor?” Where is no hostility in his voice, it sounds rather broken and raspy, no wonder after all the yellin', screamin, partyin', stabbin' and slashin' he did!

“What?” I fight back the urge ta speak in a harsher tone, he finally opened his beak, I ain't getting' me answers otherwise.

“Is...is the little darling-is she okay?”

Aye, sure, lad, the wee girl is fine and dandy after ye tried ta stab 'er, killed me in front of her, and fer what...because she wanted her hour glass thingies back, fer some stupid hour glass things ye traumatized a wee lassie!

I swallow the sentence that I actually wanted ta say with great effort, and take a deep sigh. “Considerin' all that happened, the wee girlie is doin' alright. She even forgives ye fer what ye did, cannae understand why though.”

“I...I almost killed her...and she still...” He starts to sob louder.

“Alright, ye got yer answer, Grooves. Now it's me turn, tell me, tell me why ye tried ta kill me.” Me rival flinches again after hearing the word 'kill' from me beak.

“I...I don't know what came over me, Conductor. A day before the ceremony one of my penguins accidentally broke one of our hour glass props, and rewound back a few seconds while the hour glass was still on the ground, t-that was when I realized just how much power those things contain.-” He finally sits up and fixes some of the strands of hair that got messed up. Not that it could fix much, he still looked about as beat up as the loser of a bar fight.

“-I-I went over to pick up the hour glass to inspect it, and...-” He hesitates and takes a deep shaky breath.

“And what? Ye decided that murdering someone would be fun?”

“No, I...I felt an intense amount of what I can only describe as hatred, it amplified all the frustrations of the years that I lost the award, that I felt cheated on. I began to loath the little darling for not telling me about the secret of those props, and some sick and twisted thought in me told me to...to.....All of this only got worse when I won...it was then that I noticed that with that time piece, I could claim all the awards.” He looks up briefly at me befer averting his eyes again, as if ta gauge me reaction.

The lassie did say that the time pieces can corrupt a person. Thinkin' back on the insanity in his eyes almost makes me blood run cold yet again.

“So when instead of the lassie I arrived, ye just decided ta change yer plans and kill me, 'cause that time piece told ye ta?” He nods, and looks up again, befer he wipes away the tears in his eyes with his sleeve. Always one fer drama, that tacky buffoon.

“I never wanted to kill you.” I shake me head and chuckle, now that was a blatant lie.

“Laddie, ye went out of yer way ta tell me just how much ye despised me, all of yer attacks were meant ta hurt me as much as possible, ye even aimed at me throat and me heart! Ye wanna make believe that all of that...ALL of that, was just caused by the time piece.”

“What do ye want to hear, Conductor?”

“The truth, Grooves! The things ye said ta me...you cannae make me believe that it all was just part of our rivalry.....Those words stung.” Me feathers rise up and I'm about three seconds away from punching him when I see that annoying small smile grace his beak.

“It's not nice being on the receiving end of what you'd consider playful banter, is it?”

Playful banter, PLAYFUL PECKIN' BANTER?!! He literally went on 'bout how the movie industry would be better without me, and how I apparently never care about anybody! At least I NEVER said that everyone would be better off without 'im!

“Listen here, ye literally told me that nobody would be sad if I died, that you and everyone in the studio would be better off with me bein' six feet under! I NEVER, NOT ONCE have I told ye ta yer life doesnae matter!”

“Oh please, like you don't want me to just disappear so you don't have to listen to my 'ear-insulting' music, darling! Like you'd care if something happened to me!” He grips the edge of the mattress tightly and the malice is visible yet again, although it ain't nearly as bad as when he grabbed me by the collar and was about ta stab me.

I get up and clench me fist, I can see that he noticed that me right wing is injured, and fer a moment shock replaces the penguins sharp glare. “I'm here, aren't I! I came all the way out 'ere even though I'm injured, if I really didnae care 'bout ye at all, then why am I here?”

“You said it yourself, darling, to ask what happened!”

“Aye, and why those questions, ye dumb penguin, 'cause I wanted ta know what drove me normally so happy and upbeat, always cheerful rival, ta attempt to kill me...to end someones life! Both of us know that's outta character!” I stare him down, and I can see him think fer a bit.

“...I'm sorry, Conductor, darling, I really never wanted things to escalate like this. It's just...you're really hard to handle sometimes.”

After all that happened, I think I know what he means. I've been rather hard on me crew, and the way I treated the lassie was simply terrible...never mind how poorly I treated him.

“Forget it, lad...I know I...-”

Peck why is this so hard ta say, all I gotta do is apologize ta him, but then I have to look at that smug smile of his again...ugh.

He waited patiently fer me to finish me sentence...Peck it! “-I'm sorry, okay! I never realized just how badly me words affect ye, I never knew that they hurt ye so much! There, I said it! I forgive ye, the lassie forgave ye already, now ye better go and have those injuries checked up on, and stop cryin' like a wee chick fer peck's sake!” I turn around ta leave.

“Apology accepted, darling. You...you can have the golden trophy if you want, I don't deserve it.”

“Nae, keep it. Let it be a grim reminder ta never let things escalate like this ever again. Competition drives the industry forward, I hate ta admit it, but I do need someone ta compete against, and I cannae think of someone I enjoy beatin' more than ye, Grooves.”

“Oddly profound words, never thought you were even capable of deep thought.”

“Didnae get that old fer nothin', lad.”

#ahit fanfic #ahit bow kid #ahit conductor #ahit dj grooves

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shutup-itsthewifeimagines · 1 year

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Only us part 5

It was the day of Nyx Silvas funeral. It wasn't too crowded, Riven was sat in his room on his 5th flask of the morning since her death 2 days ago he's been a wreck. Sky realised how much he needed his sister, how empty he was without her but if loosing her wasn't enough he was losing his bestfriend. Bloom was sat silently on Sky's bed helping him with his tie as he watched Riven fall apart. Silva well he was carrying on as normal, almost like jothing happened. No-one dared to go near her casket except one silly little fairy. Beatrix walked into the room where Nyx's closed casket was placed- ut was closed as her body had so many scars that ut would break Sky and Rivens heart even more. Beatrix opened up the casket her fingers began to fuel with electricity she gathered up some and shot it right into her heart. Within a second the teenager was up. "Oww" she gasped. "Finally sleeping beauty is awake" Beatrix said rolling her eyes at her allies dramatics.

"You realise your little death stunt was actually hilarious" "haha funny now back onto tye plan to free Rosalind" Nyx faked laughed, as the two walked to her room staying hiden within the shadows. You are probably wondering what the hell? Am I missing something? Well short answer is yes. Nyx met Beatrix a few years ago before her first year at Alfea.

Nyx pov 2 years ago:

I was walking down a road, when a teenager came up to me. "Your Nyx Silva right?" "Yeswho's asking?" I answered curiously. "Just follow me" I followed the red head to a house. "Soo what are we doing here?" I asked as I looked around until I noticed a man walking in. "Andreas?" I shouted. "Hello Nyx been a while" he said. "Well yeah 14 years mate" I said sarcastically. "We need your help" with that he explained the plan. Spy on Dowling and Dad for a few years until Beatrix joins the school, help free super old lady and ta da boom I know who mummy dearest is.

NYX POV:

So by the way that was the whole like secret part was. The whole fake death thing, well me and Beatrix figured out that part great way don't you think? "I heard its my funeral today?" I asked whilst deciding what to wear. I decided on a short black dress no sleeves of course. And a black blazer with my favorite 6 inch heals. We walked out of my room, staying hidden I leaned against a tree as I watched people come to my funeral. At the front I noticed Riven trying not to laugh, Beatrux poked my shoulder and said she was going to sit down. I stayed hidden whilst everyone was speaking listening to what they said. I was barely listening when I heard Riven stand up.

"Nyx was my bestfriend. Before she died I told her something, she never got the chance to say it back. As we were to late. My bestfriend was dead. I remeber when we were smoking outside the barrier and laughing it feels like yesterday but now she is dead" He said and looked my way, I picked up my hand and waved.

Riven pov:

After I finished my speech I lifted my head to see a figure leaning on a tree. When we made eye contact I realised who it was, she waved slightly as small smile grew onto my face. Evil butch is still bloody alive. I walked away to her. "So your not dead" I said tapping her on the back, with that she hooked our arms together and we walked back to her room hiding in the shadows. "Well ofcourse I am Riv, did you really think I would die so quickly?" Her voice whispered. "Never". "You know Riv seeing as I never got to say it before I love you too". "No one can know I'm alive start things with Beatrix, she knows the plan" she said. "What? No" I tried to argue but she vanished leaving a note.

Trust me N. D. S.

What the hell has she gotten herself into? I was paused in my thoughts as Sky walked in. "Thought I would find you here, who's the note from?" He asked curiously. "A friend" "So is my sister a friend?" He asked. "What?" "I know she is alive, I just don't know why she faked her death"

#ftws riven #riven x reader #riven imagine #ftws sky #ftws aisha #ftws bloom #ftwsedit #ftws spoilers #ftws terra #ftwsrewatch #ftws skloom #ftws #fate winx saga #ftws beatrix #fate the winx saga #fate netflix #saul silva

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napo-con-fritas · 1 year

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tagged by @gustingirl graciass <3<3

Name: bianca (I answer to bea, bia, nonna)

Sign: geminis (moon in capricorn, god help me, and aquarius rising) (also prev sos todo fuego?? lpm cuantas emociones)

Height: 163 or 164cm I never know

Time: 00.28 (y ya me quiero ir a mimir)

Birthday: a visually hideous day of june

Fav band/artist: depends on the moment, right now, los auténticos decadentes

Last movie: All Quiet on the Western Front (I haven't finish it yet)

Last show: Dark (haven't finished it either, the 4th season's so complicated)

When i created this blog: 2012.. it was a long way back

What i post: fandoms, whatever the fuck crosses my mind, la scaloneta, some politics, some evidently fake news that sound sarcastic..

Other blogs: @tagthescullion (riordanverse/various mythologies sideblog) and @viscountess-aberowen (historical fiction, historical photos, art, book quotes, that sort of thing)

Do i get asks: sometimes(?

Followers: quite a few scantily dressed bots at the moment

Average hours of sleep: over 5 or I become insufferable

Instruments: on a good day I can stomp stomp clap at the rhythm of we will rock you, my musical talent está en negativo

What am i wearing: sweatpants, sweatshirt.. 'ta fresca la costa

Dream job: trophy wife of an asexual millionaire and maths teacher too bc I do truly love teaching..

Dream trip: everywhere and anywhere, I just want to travel

Favorite song(s): Sólo Una Vez, Naím & Anaut

tagging (if you want): @virfujiwara, @acedragonphilosopher, @lilypadsandstorm, @drjackandmissjo, @reader-inserts-and-others-thing, and whoever wants to!

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thenewnio · 11 months

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Fantasia Knights funny moments from my favorite episodes

Lucky, Lucky Snake

Think Kaa is safe from being put through the wringer as a human? Think again.

Enzo: (to Human!Kaa, who is sprawled on the ground, unconscious) You okay there, buddy?

Birds of a Feather

This exchange, after they save Iago from the angry merchant:

Iago: Who are you guys?

Taylor: (gently) We’ve come to save you. Come with us…

(A beat, before Iago abruptly flies off)

Iago: Don’t talk ta me wit’ that voice!

Enzo: (shit-eating grin) A bird just rejected you, dude.

Genie’s first appearance, when he flies into the room and jubilantly hugs Kian, mistaking him for Aladdin. At one point he asks, “Hey Al, did you get shorter?”

“We’ve got a slight problem: Aladdin and Iago swapped species, so Al’s now a blue macaw, and Iago’s… the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.”

Iago: I AINT’ CUTE!

“BY THE POWERS THAT BE, I COMMAND YOU TO RETURN TO NORMAL!!!”

Human!Iago taking advantage of his situation while passing himself off as Jasmine’s brother. And it is amazing.

Iago: Ya might wanna be a bit nicer to me, considering the fact that I AM THE ONE IN CHARGE!

“YOU FOOL!”

Iago assumes that, because he’s a human now, he can approach Rajah without getting pounced on, as he attempts to secretly sic him on a stuck-up young caliph. However, Rajah knows who the red-haired boy is. No points for guessing how that turns out.

Iago: (to the caliph while noticeably battered) You win this round, bub.

Iago’s rant as he starts angrily stripping off the “royal” outfit Genie zapped up for him: “A dog show is where I DRAW THE LINE!”

And said “princely” outfit is what Human!Iago wore in the Broadway musical of Aladdin.

And Iago is wearing those clothes over what he was wearing when he became human.

This gem:

Enzo: YO, BIRD BOY!

Iago: WHAT?! (Realizes he just gave away his location to the Knights)

And immediately afterward Enzo tackles him like a football player.

“Words of wisdom” from Iago:

Iago: Sometimes, you just gotta run like heck from your problems.

The entire chase through the bazaar to rescue Iago from Muge’s mooks. Highlights include:

The burning fireworks cart.

The food merchant behind them ignoring the scene right in front of him and going on with his job. Obviously, this type of thing happens quite often in Agrabah.

Once Genie is called upon, things really get hysterical. The faces on Muge’s servants add to the hilarity.

Muge, as it turns out, is not happy upon learning that her retainers have kidnapped Iago.

Turan: Now, which is worse? Inconveniencing Agrabah, or dying alone and single?

Muge: KIDNAPPING THE PRINCESS’S BROTHER, YOU MORONS!

And in the background, Iago is trying unsuccessfully to free himself from the sack he’s been tied up in from the neck down, to no success. At one point, he tries chewing through the ropes, only to stop when he almost accidentally strangles himself.

An exasperated Iago desperately confessing that he’s not actually Jasmine’s brother, but a parrot. Muge’s disbelieving reaction is priceless.

“Wait, there’s more! I’M SCUM! I once had a psychopath boss, I gamble at the Nest Egg, I ALREADY GOT A GIRL IN THE RAINFOREST!!!”

“TEN THOUSAND YEARS OF AGONY UPON YE!!!” (Ass Shove) “Oops.”

Where the Deer and the Antelope Play

Enzo entering the saloon, making one hell of an impression:

Patron: Hey! Are you the fella who took down them Stonehart brothers?

Enzo: Yeah, I got ‘em with one bullet.

Patron#2: All seven of them?

Enzo: ...Yup. All seven of 'em.

The story he comes up with to explain his supposed feat is pretty hilarious too (what we get to hear of it, anyway).

Enzo: Bullet hits the pickaxe, ricochets back towards Stonehart number three, and THAT'S WHEN THE ROOF CAVED IN, igniting the fuel, instantly vaporizing his bodily form, leaving nothing but a burnt-black husk.

Patron#3: Hold on there, that's only six. What happened to number seven?

Enzo: Oh, well, obviously he died of gangrene.

After Maggie, Mrs. Calloway and Grace are turned human, Calloway demands that they be changed back. Taylor asks Enzo for the Animal Artifact:

Enzo: Ya mean the big, shiny medallion with the mouse insignia?

Taylor: Uh-huh.

Enzo: Exactly like the one those rustlers stole?

Taylor: Yup.

Enzo: ...Well, it got stolen.

Taylor: (Seeing Mrs. Calloway’s Tranquil Fury) So it did.

A great chunk of jokes in this episode are of Pearl’s girls getting used to their new human bodies:

Their first attempt at two-legged walking. Insert QWOP jokes here.

Mrs. Calloway tries to compose herself and look as dignified as possible... and comically walks right into the closed door.

Human Maggie taking a bite of an ear of corn like a cow and a passerby giving her a "WTF?" look.

And earlier, in a Funny Background Event, she’s clearly checking out her.... uh... “human udders.” And then she motions Grace over for a look. Both are clearly unimpressed at what they see.

When the Knights and bovine-turned-humans spot Jose, Maggie gets down on all fours and prepares to charge him.

When the group comes across the Granger Gang’s secret lair, and River is inspecting the locked entrance.

River: This is either gonna take a lot of our magic, or some good lockpicking skills to-

Maggie: UH OH, CLUMSY ME! (shoulder smashes down the door)

(River stands there with a shocked look on her face)

The entire chase/fight scene with the Granger Gang and the heroes counts as both a CMOF and CMOA.

This exchange:

Kian: Who wants a story where the bad guys win?

Jose: I do! It’s called a ‘change of pace’! Let me spell it out for ya: We’ve got you outnumbered! Right boys? (turns around to see the rest of the gang running away screaming) ...Boys? Aw, dangit!

#Disney

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wow, youse gettin a lotta anons!! anyhow-

*bowls the offical qnappb towards youse*

what are eacha youses favorite clothes t’ wear?? do youse wear different things when youse in different moods??

-🎵🤍

Wes are getting popular heheh B)

Anti told me ta do it in t' normal order but he's gone now so imma do it my way

Me(yancy): I likes fairly basic clothes, I like bein able ta blend in when Is goin places but Is ALWAYS wear a jacket cus the body's really skinny and stuff so it feels weird not havin my muscles tere. Sometimes, I wears tis comfy button up that Robbie has but normally, someone's taken it by ta time I front

Anti: he says tat he dresses "fem" but I don't thinks so. He wears those cut shirts alot but mosta what he wears looks nice an' cool. He wears Mas suit jackets alot also but don't tell 'im I said that heheh

Dark: she wears suits mosta te time, but Is seen thems in a dress before. Ta suit is like ta one in heist (my source!) Its white wit a black shirt an red tie and ta dress has te same color pallet it's black with red bits on ta top and ta same jacket (I think)

Ray: he dresses like anti, but more colorful and stuff. He does ta same as anti also and wears stevies clothes alot. Sometimes, I see him in this cool jacket tat has a buncha patches and words drawn on it. I wanna ask 'im one day what they all mean, but he's really tall and busy, so Is never get ta chance

Marvin: theys wear these cool cloaks all ta time, I don't know what he wears under tem but I like seeing ta pattern on tem wheneva Is see her

Illinois: wes share a wardrobe in ta head so I knows ALL about what he wears. Is mostly normal clothes like jeans n shirts an stuff, wit his adventuring clothes in ta back tat he sometimes wears. He does have tis suit thingy (not as fancy as Mas but is not a raggedy thing either) that he wears sometimes thatre like tis soft browny colour an I really wanna try an make tat colour here cus it would be so good in paintings

-yancy🎶🖇

#yancy🎶🖇#did #qna ping pong

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pop quiz pt2 - san

as promised!!! i hope you like it :-)

summary: after a flirty make up quiz, you’ve found yourself in the early stages of a relationship with your cute ta. san thinks it could be love, but you’re not so sure. you’ve never loved anyone before, so will he be the one to change that?

warnings: none methinks

wc: 4.1k

san is one flirty mother fucker. you found that out pretty early on with all the teasing he did when you first started talking. but now? now it’s even worse. dating him gives him free rein to make you blush at any moment every day and he takes full advantage today.

you’re walking through campus to your next class, the one san ta’s in, and you get a text.

san: your ass don’t quit

y/n: shouldn’t you be in class rn?

san: shouldn’t YOU be in class rn?

y/n: i’m on my way!!

san: well hurry up. class is filling up quick, might not be any seats left

san: unless you want to sit in my lap 🤭

y/n: suddenly i feel sick. i think i must go home.

you put your phone back in your bag with a blush warming your cheeks. you’re seconds away from the lecture hall, and you can feel your phone buzzing with subsequent texts from san begging you not to skip. you ignore the flurry of messages as you open the door to the room, and your eyes instantly land on san. he’s sitting in your seat, with tons of crap piled in the chair next to him and a full row of students on his other side. at the sound of the door, his head snaps up, and his face alights when he sees its you walking in.

as you get closer, he realizes that shirt you’re wearing looks familiar, and then it clicks that you’re wearing one of his shirts. it has his heart expanding three sizes because you look good, duh, but it just solidifies that you’re his and he’s yours. he loves when you do little things that proclaim your relationship to the world. like wearing his clothes. or when he hears you telling someone you have plans with your boyfriend. or when he sees your lockscreen is a selfie he sent of himself wearing a beanie at the very top of his head with a :] face that he knows you love. really, he just loves you. he’s known it for a while, but you haven’t quite caught up. you don’t know that what you’re feeling is love just yet, and san is willing to wait while you figure that out.

“how the hell did you get here before me?” you ask as you approach him.

“what do you mean?” he responds.

“weren’t you in the courtyard when you texted me about my ass?”

“no,” he says with a shrug. “i just knew it would fluster you and i wanted to make sure you were on your way.”

“so you couldn’t ask me like a normal person?” you laugh, dropping your bag on the desk in front of him. “move your shit, i need to sit down.”

“i wasn’t joking about you sitting in my lap,” he says as he pats his leg, and your blush comes back.

“that’s not very professional, ta choi.”

“and?” he asks with a little laugh. still, he moves the things from the seat next to him before holding the chair out for you. “sit here, kept it warm for ya. not as warm as my lap but..”

“san!”

“what!”

“stop talking,” you hiss. “class is starting.”

“sure is, love,” he says as he grabs the attendance sheet from his mess of papers on the desk. he swoops down to place a kiss to the top of your head before he leaves. “be right back.”

after class, san insisted on taking you to lunch once he found out you hadn’t eaten yet. he’s a growing boy (his words) so he already ate, but he wanted to take you to your favorite place and wasn’t taking no for an answer.

as you walk to the little restaurant, the spot of your first date, san is just staring at you talking about your day and smiling to himself, thinking about how much he loves you. he wants to say it too, but stops himself when you catch him staring.

“what, did i grow another nose or something?” you ask. “why are you staring at me so hard?”

“you’re wearing my shirt,” he says proudly.

“yeah,” you agree, not sure why he’s bringing it up. you’ve worn his clothes plenty of times before. in the few months since you’ve started dating you’ve been pilfering the softest shirts, hoodies, sweats, whatever you can get your grimy little hands on. so why is he bringing it up now?

“you’ve never worn my clothes to class before,” he says, answering the question in your mind. “you look good, my love.”

“careful san,” you warn as you reach your destination. “keep talking like that and i might just fall for you.”

“well i sure hope so,” he says, holding the door open for you. he places his hand at the small of your back to guide you into the restaurant as you reach the counter. he orders for you, reciting what he memorized that first night you hung out here and started dating. you get the same thing every time, but today the owner has fresh muffins she wants you to try so san asks for one of those as well.

“just one?” you question as you instinctively walk over to your permanent spot by the window. “is that for me or for you?”

“for us,” he replies. “we can share.”

“you want me to feed it to you?” you joke.

“if you’re offering,” he smiles back, grabbing your hand that’s resting on the table and giving it a squeeze. “tell me more about your day. you didn’t have time to eat?”

“no,” you admit. “i was putting off that presentation for my globalization course and ended up not having enough time to finish the slides, practice and then eat before i left. plus i was too nervous.”

“but it went well?”

“i think so,” you shrug. “i’m not proud of it but i put more work into my project than some of my classmates so hopefully that works in my favor.”

“i’m sure you did great, baby,” he assures you. “but you need to take care of yourself too! when you skip meals that makes sannie angry.”

“and we don’t need an angry sannie,” you reply. “you’re already on the verge of a toddler level breakdown on a good day.”

“hey!”

“but i love it,” you tell him.

san’s instant reflex is to say “i love you” in response, but he stops again. and thankfully, your order is called out at that exact moment, so he stands up to get it for you despite your protests that you could’ve gotten it yourself.

“your food, m’dear,” he says with a little bow when he comes back to the table. it makes you giggle, and he’s proud that he gets to be the source of it.

“san, you’re like my prince charming, you know that?” you ask before taking a bite of the muffin. it’s delicious, and you know san will like it, so you pull off a piece and hand it to him. “here sweetcheeks.”

“sweetcheeks? i like that,” he says, offering his hand for you to pass the piece to him. you shake your head, and he makes this adorable confused sound in reply.

“you wanted me to feed it to you,” you explain. “open up before i change my mind.”

san smiles and leans across the table to take the bite of muffin from your outstretched hand. he puckers his lips and literally inhales the piece you gave him, and at lightning speed places a quick nibble to your index finger before you can retract your hand. it catches you off guard and you squeak in surprise before dissolving into a fit of laughter.

“you are such a weirdo choi san.”

“that was really good,” he says, ignoring your comment. his eyes meet yours with that mischievous glint you find so endearing. “feed me another piece?”

“no,” you say sternly. “you lost your privilege.”

“aw c’mon!” he whines. “i won’t be weird this time, promise.”

“don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you warn him. “now let me eat. you talk. how was your day?”

“fine,” he shrugs. “got better once i saw you.” you roll your eyes at this, and he continues. “the professor wants me to set up a study session for your class though. apparently your classmates aren’t smart.”

“not shocking,” you reply. “but go on.”

“well i was just wondering if you think anyone would come?” he asks. “the professor said other people aren’t doing well because they don’t participate in class or in the online discussions, but if they can’t do the bare minimum then would they really take more time out of their week for this class?”

“hmm,” you think. “maybe if you use some of your devilish charm you can convince people to come. the class really likes you.”

“how do you know?”

“they say it in the group chat all the time,” you say. “the guys think you’re cool, which is odd to me, and the girls think you’re a dreamboat, which i understand completely. some of the guys agree too.”

“who called me a dreamboat?” he asks, suddenly very interested.

“wouldn’t you like to know?” you ask, glaring your eyes at him. it doesn’t take long for you both to burst into laughter.

“it was you wasn’t it?”

“no comment.”

it’s a few days later, and you’re rushing to meet san at his apartment so that you can eat together before heading to a movie you agreed on seeing with some of his friends. you’re running late though. the food you promised to pick up was wrong, so you went back to ask them for the correct order and now you’re dangerously close to missing the movie altogether. that’s why you’re awkwardly balancing the food as you’re walking into san’s building, texting him to alert him that he needs to let you in asap.

he gets the message, because you barely have a chance to knock on his door before he’s opening it and taking the bags of food from your arms. he wordlessly welcomes you in, popping a kiss onto your cheek as you smooth out your shirt. you follow him through the living room to the kitchen, but something feels off.

“what’s different in here?” you ask suddenly, looking around his apartment. it’s usually a little messy, but not in an annoying way. san just never puts blankets away, and sometimes his shoes end up scattered all over the place. but that’s not what’s different. something changed.

“oh, i got a new couch,” san says nonchalantly. “you didn’t like the last one, remember?”

“uh, yeah?” you say with a little questioning lilt. you don’t actually remember saying you didn’t like his old couch (out loud at least) because that seemed rude. had you really told him that once?

“you don’t remember do you?” san asks, reading your mind like he always seems to. you nod sheepishly and he laughs. “the first few times you came over, and we would cuddle on the couch, you’d always shift around like you weren’t comfortable. i asked one time what was wrong and you said i had a bad couch.”

“i really told you that?”

“yep,” he says with a nod. “so i got a new one. need my baby to be comfortable at my place.”

“i can’t believe you bought a whole new couch just because of me,” you say shyly, running your hand across the velvety pillows. “and it’s-”

“your favorite color, yeah,” san finishes for you. “i thought it would look nice.”

“it does,” you nod as you move around to the front. “is it comfy?”

“you tell me, love.”

you sit down tentatively, honestly wondering how much this cost san. his old couch was fine, really. what did he do with it? why did he all of a sudden make this change, just because of you? it’s really thoughtful of him, and the gesture is making you blush but like, emotionally.

that’s when you realize you’ve just been idly bouncing on his couch, touching the cushions, and zoning out. you look over to san and he raises an eyebrow, asking you what you think.

“san, i love it,” you say. “it’s really soft, but sturdy, and i just...i love it. i love...”

“what?” he asks, sensing that you’re holding something back. “you love..?”

“uh, um, the pillows! i love the couch and the pillows,” you cover. “this might be my new sleep spot here.”

“hm, whatever you want baby,” he says. he’s not totally convinced you were going to say something about the pillows just then, but he doesn’t want to press it. were you about to say you love him?

yes, you were, actually. it almost slipped out, which is...weird. you’ve never said that to a partner before, so the fact that san almost pulled it out of you like it was nothing suddenly has your heart beating very fast. san interrupts your slight freakout by plopping a plate of food in front of you, and then he’s sitting next to you with an arm around your shoulders.

“thanks for picking the food up,” he says. “i love this place, i’m glad you introduced me to it.”

he put extra emphasis on his words when he said he loved the food, so you decide to test the waters a little bit. does he feel the same way you do?

“you love it?” you ask, putting the same amount of emphasis on the word love.

“yep, just like you love this couch,” he confirms. he looks at you out of the corner of his eye, and you’re very subtly handling the internal monologue running through your mind. he decides not to bother you any further, just content with knowing that you’re maybe thinking about love the same way he is.

later that night, after the movie, you’re walking hand in hand with san back to his car.

“you want me to drive you back to your place?” he asks, swinging your intertwined hands absent-mindedly.

“i can’t stay at yours tonight?” you ask with a pout. san smiles at you and shakes his head sadly.

“no, we’ve got that review session tomorrow, remember? i want to prep for it some more and i’m afraid you would distract me too much if you stayed over.”

“what!” you scoff. “i’m not a distraction.”

“everything about you distracts me, baby, whether you mean to or not.”

“that’s not fair,” you pout again, and san stops you outside the passenger side of his car. he kisses the pout from your lips before replying.

“it’s an early session, y/n,” he starts. “and we both have to be there, but i know you would make me late.”

“i have to go?” you ask with a little whine in your voice. “the professor didn’t say it was required.”

“but i want you there,” san says with a pout of your own, and you change your words.

“i mean, i get to come?” you ask enthusiastically.

“yes,” he laughs, opening your door for you. “i need my star student there to support me.”

“and yet i can’t spend the night and just go with you in the morning.”

“nope,” he shakes his head as he shuts your door and shouts, “i don’t make the rules!”

“but apparently you do!”

“c’mon y/n, you can’t be away from me for one night?” san asks, smiling his cheeky smile while he climbs into the drivers seat.

“it’ll be the hardest night of my life,” you nod. “can’t believe you’re doing this to me.”

“i’ll call you before i go to sleep, is that alright? so it’ll be like i’m with you for a little bit,” he concedes and you sigh dramatically.

“i guess that’s fine,” you agree, and san seems satisfied with your response. it won’t be hard, really. you’re not one of those clingy couples that can’t go a few hours without each other (even though your friends would disagree). but ever since you started thinking about how you might be in love with san...it’s made it harder for you to say goodbye to him tonight. you wanted to stay with him as long as possible to see if there would be some kind of sign for you to confess how you feel. plus, it would be harder to figure out if san feels the same way when you’re not in the same space together. but this will be good, it will give you a chance to process without san’s dimples encroaching your thoughts.

“what do you wanna listen to?” san asks as he starts the car.

“something lovey,” you reply without thinking, and san smirks to himself. he plays a song that’s always reminded him of you, and then starts the short drive to your apartment. he places his hand on your thigh as old fashioned by bruno major plays through the speakers, and he thinks this is it, he’s gonna say it. but when he glances over to you to finally say those three words that have been weighing on his heart and mind ever since he started dating you, he sees that you’re leaned against the window, fast asleep.

“maybe tomorrow then, my love,” he says quietly, squeezing your thigh before moving his hand back to the steering wheel to focus on the drive. what he doesn’t notice is the little smile gracing your features, or the blush creeping up your cheeks.

yeah, tomorrow, you think to yourself. tomorrow you’ll tell san that you love him.

the next morning, you’re running late...of course. san has probably texted you asking why you’re not at the review session yet, but you’ve got two coffees in hand and can’t be bothered to check your phone. you’re also too consumed by your own thoughts to even think of an excuse as to why you’re almost 30 minutes late, because you’re trying to decide the perfect way to tell san that you love him.

you considered writing it on his coffee cup, but you’re afraid he wouldn’t notice while he’s going through the review materials. you also don’t want to fluster him while he’s in front of the class, so anything public, even if it’s subtle, is out of the question. you’re trying to think of what he would do in this situation, but you unknowingly walked too fast and made it to the classroom san is in without realizing it. you don’t have time to think of a grand gesture, so you settle on deciding something later. after the session, maybe?

you’re reaching for the door to the classroom, hoping to slip san’s coffee onto his desk before finding a seat off to the side, but when you step into the room you notice that sneaking in unnoticed won’t be necessary. there’s no one here, except for you and san.

“baby?” you call out, peeking around the doorway to find san sat at the desk up front, playing on his phone. his head lifts when he hears your voice, and he smiles slightly. “did i miss it?”

“nope,” he shrugs. “no one showed up.”

“oh, honey, i’m so sorry,” you say as the door closes behind you. “and i’m sorry i’m late...i tried getting here on time, but i knew you probably didn’t sleep much last night so i wanted to get you some coffee. but the line was really long, and they ran out of caramel so i had to order something different for you and-”

“y/n,” san says quietly, thankfully cutting you off. “it’s ok. just glad you’re here now.”

“i’m sorry no one came,” you say again, placing san’s coffee in front of him before searching for a chair that you can pull up beside him. “the class doesn’t know what they’re missing.”

“eh,” he shrugs. “maybe my charm didn’t work on them after all.”

“more for me then,” you say, and he genuinely smiles this time. “but all that work you did. i don’t want it to go to waste.”

“you don’t need to review though, y/n, you’re already doing really well,” he says. “we can just hang out here until the time is up, and then i’ll go to my first class.”

“nope,” you say firmly. “i’m here, and i’m ready to learn from the cute ta. teach me something.”

“you’re amazing, you know that?” san asks, a glimmer in his eyes that you’re coming to recognize very well. it’s the look he gets whenever he wants to say he loves you, and you’re sure you’ve got a look like that of your own. “you brought your notes?”

“got em right here, teach,” you say, reaching into your bag. “how much longer do we have the room to ourselves?”

“hm, fifteen minutes?” san guesses as he glances at the clock. “we can go over the practice questions i came up with. i think they’re really similar to what’s on the exam, so hopefully it’ll help.”

“i’m sure it will, sweetcheeks,” you tell him, and he starts teaching. you’re able to focus for a few minutes, but you’re starting to perk up from the coffee and as each minute passes, you’re listening to san but teasing him simultaneously. he stumbled over his words so you jokingly ask if that’s a new concept you need to learn for the test, and when san mentions the professor you do your best impression of his emotionless droll just to get san to laugh. his mood is slowly improving thanks to you. you check your phone to see how much time you have left to cheer him up.

“it’s 9:45?” he asks, peeking at your phone to see the numbers at the top of your screen. he gets distracted by your new lockscreen, a photo of the two of you from last night before going into the movie. it makes him happy, and suddenly he’s lost interest in the exam questions. he’s just thankful for you, and what you mean to him. without you here, he’d be all alone in this stupid study session, worrying about how he’s going to tell the professor he couldn’t get anyone to come. but with you here, he’s not worried about a thing.

three more minutes.

“what are you doing after this?” you ask. “we could go get breakfast before i head to work.”

“can’t,” he says with a sigh, “i’ve got a lecture at 10 and i can’t skip today.”

“lame.”

“i know, i’m the worst,” he jokes, and you shake your head seriously.

“quite the opposite, actually,” you insist. “i think you are the best person in the world.”

two more minutes.

“i don’t know what to do with you,” he laughs, and you smile fondly.

“cherish me to the end of time perhaps?”

“is there another option?” he teases. and you push into him with your shoulder. he wraps his arm around you loosely and kisses the top of your head, but keeps his lips pressed to your hair for a moment.

“you did really well with this session, sannie,” you say quietly, even though there’s no need to whisper. “i’m really proud of you.”

one more minute.

“what time do you get off work?” san asks, deflecting your compliment that’s warming his cheeks exponentially. “i could pick you up and we can eat then.”

“we can do that,” you agree. “i’ll text you.”

you fall into a comfortable silence for a few seconds before you unwrap yourself from san’s embrace. he takes this as his sign to start packing his things, and you glance at the clock one more time. you’ve only got a few seconds before he leaves.

“well, i guess i better-”

“i love you san,” you blurt out, and he stops moving. he’s still for a moment, hand on his bag, but it falls to the desk as he turns to you to process what you just said.

“say that again?” he asks with a smile.

“i said i love you choi san,” you repeat, a similar smile blossoming on your face.

“i love you too, y/n,” he says. “so, so much, my love.”

“really?” you ask, and your heart soars.

“i love you,” he says again, smile so big that his eyes are just slivers of stars among his bright features. you smile back before leaning into give him a kiss, and you try to convey every feeling you’ve ever had for this man with this one touch.

“i love you,” you repeat. “and i don’t ever want to stop.”

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Love Hard

WandaxReader, LoveHardAU, it’s christmas and fake dating, what more could you want

Summary: You travel across the country only to get catfished by Wanda Maximoff

Y/N - Love Actually? Worst. Christmas. Movie. EVER.

Wanda - Hey Y/N. So how do you REALLY feel about my favorite Christmas movie?

That’s how this all started. You swiped right on Wanda thinking she was attractive. Nothing much to it then that. She lives in New York. You didn’t actually think anything would come out of this but then you two started texting and you feel like you finally clicked with someone.

She almost felt too good to be true. You told your friend Daisy about her and she also couldn’t believe it. She thought you might be getting catfished but then Wanda sent a photo of herself holding a sign with your name on it after Daisy called her and it was enough to satisfy Daisy.

Soon messaging turned into calls that could last hours. You talked about everything and nothing and it was amazing.

You hadn’t had luck with love. All the people you’ve met through the app made horrific dates but great stories much to your boss’ satisfaction.

You have your own column in which you write about these dates gone wrong. Unsurprisingly, people love to read about your misfortunes.

Because you think this is some chance you just can’t miss, you convince yourself with a push from Daisy that flying to New York to surprise Wanda wasn’t so crazy.

The journey to Wanda’s town is frustrating. Your luggage didn’t make it with you. There is only one person working as a driver for both Uber and Lift. Oddly enough, Scott, the driver, says he knows Wanda. Small town, you guess. He offers you a snack in the car but when you see he’s offering you kiwi, you reject him because you are allergic.

He drops you off at the Maximoff residence. There is an awkward introduction to Wanda’s parents. They seem overly excited to meet you. They seem surprised to hear about you. Wanda’s mom calls for her to come into the living room.

You are anxious and excited to meet Wanda in person. You wonder if she’ll be just as excited to see you. Your heart beats feel as loud as the steps you hear her take as she approaches. And then suddenly you wish you hadn’t done this.

You have totally been catfished.

Your Wanda, the Wanda from the pictures, has short red hair and sharp features and wears tight jeans and leather jackets. This Wanda has long brown hair and softer features and she’s definitely taller. Her winter clothes can’t hide the height difference. Her green eyes are not the same shade you’ve been dreaming about. The only thing in common this Wanda has is an affinity for jewelry, real Wanda sporting rings on her fingers and virtual Wanda has countless earrings.

Wanda freaks out when she sees you standing in her living room with her parents. She races after you when you rush out the door.

“Y/N! Y/N, wait! I can explain!” she says hurriedly.

You turn around. It’s so cold outside, you can see the wisps of your warm breath in the winter air as you reply. “I don’t understand. We talked. I made sure– the… the photo! It had my name on it. You wrote ‘Bye, Y/N!’”

“I’m pretty good at photoshop,” Wanda replies awkwardly.

“Oh my god!” You look for the closest thing to throw at her in her front yard. You grab the doll from the nativity scene.

“Okay, let’s take a deep breath,” Wanda suggests. She tries to calm you down when she sees you grab the doll from the nativity scene. “Not the baby Jesus. Don’t. No, no, no, no.”

You ignore her and begin to hit her arm with baby Jesus. “What kind of psychopath creates a fake profile and then starts a fake relationship online?!”

“What kind of psycho flies across the country and shows up on someone’s front lawn?” Wanda counters.

“You said and I quote ‘I wish you were here with me for Christmas’!” you defend.

“That’s just something people say like, ‘your baby’s so cute’ or ‘my diet starts tomorrow’.” You start walking away, not believing the words coming out of Wanda’s mouth. She keeps talking. “Everybody knows that. Well, apparently not everybody.”

You do a slow 180, giving her a deathly glare. “Are you implying this is my fault?”

“Nobody is blaming anybody, okay? Maybe, maybe you’ve never dated a European woman before and you’re in shock!”

“Yes, I have. She was born in Slovakia and she was amazing in bed,” you disclose. “How could you lie to me? I really liked you.”

Wanda apologizes, “I’m sorry. I…I never meant for it to go this far. Okay? Can we go back inside and–”

“No, I’m not going inside! I’m not going anywhere with you. I never want to see you again. Okay?” You storm off walking down the sidewalk with baby Jesus still in your hand.

Wanda yells after you, “You don’t know where you’re going!”

You answer back, “baby Jesus will take the wheel.”

You end up at a bar. You take a few shots to try and forget this whole ordeal when you hear a noisy group come in. You look over and your eyes nearly fall out of their sockets when you see your Wanda (virtual Wanda) amongst the group. You rush into the restroom to call Daisy and tell her everything that happened.

Daisy says you owe it to yourself to approach this Wanda and see where it goes. You tell her you don’t want to further embarrass yourself, to which she replies that your dignity is long gone and that if this goes awry you would have the greatest story on your column yet.

You are convinced but you need a little more liquid courage before you make your acquaintance. You take another shot, not looking at how the bartender is making it. You throw it back before you go take a turn at the karaoke machine.

You start off dramatically, back to the crowd. This Wanda gets excited at hearing a song she likes being sung. She eyes your backside and checks you out. Then you turn around and surprise her. You think you are doing great, not realizing this Wanda is having a hard time looking you directly in the eye.

Real Wanda walks into the bar, figuring you’d be in here if the baby Jesus in the snow outside the door is any indication of your whereabouts. She sees what’s wrong before you do. You put on a whole show until halfway through the song you catch your reflection and see your face is swollen.

You scream and run out of the bar. Real Wanda runs after you while fake (virtual) Wanda cheers for your performance inside.

“There must have been kiwi in those shots,” you croak. You’re on your knees on the sidewalk. Wanda hands you your bag and you rifle through it. “Where is it? Where is it?”

“Wha– Where’s what?” Wanda asks, trying to help you.

You claw at your throat that’s closing. You manage to say, “My epipen,” before face planting in the snow.

“Oh, shit!” Wanda searches your bag frantically.

You wake up lying on a cold table.

“Thank god, you’re not dead,” Wanda sighs.

You groan, “Where am I?”

“A hospital,” Wanda answers. You look around and see x-rays of a cat. You narrow your eyes at Wanda.

“You took me to a vet?”

“The human hospital is thirty minutes away and I didn’t want to risk it. But relax, Dr. Strange is the best in town,” Wanda assures you.

“Hello,” Dr. Strange, you assume, walks through the door. “I’m Dr. Strange. Wow! You look a lot, uh, a lot better. Huh Right? Good thing Wanda brought you in when she did, huh? ‘Cause you were like … Whoo!”

Dr. Strange motions how puffy your face was. “You’re gonna be fine. Stay as long as you like. Couple biscuits under the tree for you if you like.”

You and Wanda thank the doctor and he leaves you two alone.

“So, you met the real Natasha tonight, huh? Did you really think sexy karaoke was going to work?” Wanda teases. “This is not LA and Natasha is not an LA girl. Hot people hit on her here all the time and they’re all the same. If you want her to notice you, do something different.”

“Oh, she noticed me tonight,” you say sarcastically as you rub your face.

“Honestly, your face was so swollen you looked more like Chucky. I doubt she’ll recognize you.”

“I don’t know anything about this girl,” you say.

“But I do.” Wanda discloses, “Not only were Natasha and I best friends until 8th grade, I have been pretending to be her for the last two weeks.”

“So what?” You wish she’d get to the point.

“So,I know Natasha better than she knows herself. I can help you get him.”

“Why would you do that?” you ask, wondering what Wanda’s angle is.

“Well maybe if I’m helping you with something, maybe you can do something for me in return,” she proposes.

You immediately take it the wrong way. “I am not having sex with you.”

“No, that’s not what I’m saying at all.” Wanda adds hesitantly, “I was thinking maybe you can, um, pretend to be my girlfriend until Christmas.”

“Um, why?”

“Did you see how my parents looked at me tonight when they thought you were my girlfriend? Being seen with you? That would be a huge win. I mean, you know, look at you.” She tries negotiating, “All I’m asking for is a week. Then we’ll stage a breakup and you’ll be free from me forever.”

You get a text from your boss saying he wants pages by the end of this week. You’re in a dilemma. This could make for a good story if you stick around. Wanda looks at you with her big eyes, hands clasped tight pleading with you.

“You’re gonna set me up with Natasha.”

“Yes! You guys will be in love by New Year’s. Have a baby by next Thanksgiving,” Wanda affirms. “By the way do you have insurance? They were asking me that.”

Wanda takes you back to her house and leads you down to the basement where she stays.

“This is where the magic happens,” she jokes. “That’s just something people say. Not a lot of magic has happened at all.”

She shows you around. It’s kind of a mess. She says that it’s temporary because her apartment is under renovation. Wanda says goodnight, getting ready to go to sleep on her bed.

“Just make yourself comfortable,” she says.

You shake your head immediately. “No, you on the floor now.”

“This is the only Tempur-Pedic in the house and I have a bad back,” Wanda explains, refusing to give up the bed.

“I don’t care if this bed is the only thing keeping you from complete paralysis. We’re not sharing,” you state.

“What if we put pillows in the middle?” Wanda suggests.

“No.”

“Okay. What if we do like head to toe?”

“Mm. It’s always gonna be no. So, yeah.”

Wanda resigns, rolling off the bed dramatically.

“We should probably address the catfish in the room. You do realize that at some point, you were going to have to meet me,” you start.

“I didn’t mean to catfish you. It just kind of happened.”

“‘It kind of happened?’” You deadpan.

“I had my profile up for a year and guess how many matches I got.” You shrug and she answers for you. “Three. And one of them was a guy who calls himself Vision. Yeah, Vision. So just as an experiment I thought I could use a picture of a standard attractive woman and see what would happen. I got 85 matches in five minutes. So apparently there are plenty of people out there, they just didn’t want to date me.”

“Are you seriously looking for sympathy right now? There are no words for what you did,” you reply.

“Well, I would –”

“No words!” you repeat. “But a deal’s a deal so let’s just move on.”

In the morning, you walk into the kitchen in the pajamas Wanda’s grandma left you to wear to find Wanda having breakfast with her parents and grandma. Her mom, Iryna, gets up from the table to usher you in and have you join them for breakfast.

There are so many options on the table to pick from. Wanda’s father, Oleg, offers you some bacon. At the same time you and Wanda inform him that you are a vegetarian. You thank him anyway.

Her grandma inquires how you two met and Wanda tells her you met on an app.

“So Y/N, what was it about Wanda that first caught your eye?” Her grandma asks.

“Gee, I mean, I don’t even know where to start.” You look at Wanda. “There were just so many unbelievable things in her profile. Her photos. I took one look at that hair, her physique, that jawline! I thought to myself, ‘It’s too good to be true.’”

Wanda knows what you are doing, choosing your words carefully. Her mom doesn’t catch on.

“Oh, no it’s true. She’s gotten a lot more fit in the last couple of years.” Iryna grabs Wanda’s cheek.

“But it wasn’t just the photos that ensnared me. Her bio. She’s passionate about life, loves all things outdoors,” you add.

“Oh, hey! She mentioned the store,” her father interjects, pointing at his work shirt that sure enough says “All Things Outdoors”. Clever, clever Wanda. Oleg tells you that his father started the store. He runs it now and Wanda works there. Wanda tries to change the topic but you insist on it, laughing when Oleg says the only traveling Wanda does is her run to get lunch at a nearby restaurant.

You grip Wanda’s shoulder. To everyone else it looks affectionate but the way it hurts Wanda, she knows better. Wanda and you scurry off soon after. She takes you to the store she works at.

You wander around the store as she tells you what you need to know about Natasha. According to Wanda, Nat likes outdoorsy, adventurous people. Wanda looks for some clothes, saying you need to look relaxed, like you don’t care. She hands you clothes to put on because Natasha is going to arrive any minute.

She hands you a book as well. You cringe, reading the title.

“Walden? Are you kidding me? Thoreau was an asshole.”

“Pretend you like it because that’s Nat’s favorite book,” Wanda demands. “Also, when you are talking to her, throw in some rock climbing lingo. She loves that stuff.”

You wait for Nat to arrive and pretend to read Walden. You hate the fact you have this book in your hand. She greets Oleg and Wanda. Oleg goes to get something Nat ordered. Wanda leads Nat to you and introduces you as her cousin.

You and Wanda do not look alike in any capacity and Wanda clarifies that you are related through her stepmom Iryna. Nat notices you holding her favorite book. She’s intrigued and quotes a line from the book.

You start talking about climbing. You’re totally bulshitting your way through the conversation, throwing in words you read on your quick search on the internet when trying to learn about rock climbing a few minutes ago.

“You climb?” Nat asks, surprised.

“Me?” you scoff. “Do I climb? I’ll climb anything that moves.”

You laugh the awkwardness off. You’re doing terribly but you continue anyway. “I climb ladders, um, houses, um, trees, ladders…mostly ladders.”

Nat invites you and Wanda climbing for tomorrow at some place called Rock Ventures. Wanda accepts the invite for you two. Nat leaves smiling.

You freak out. You don’t know how to climb. Wanda assures you she can teach you. There is a wall at the store. That does not go well. You are not three feet off the ground before you start to panic.

Wanda helps you down and then tries to show you that the way to conquer the wall is to know the key is to take it one step at a time.

You ask Wanda what Natasha was like in high school. Natasha was class president, star of the soccer team, nominated prom queen. You ask her why she and Natasha stopped being friends. Wanda explains that Natasha got popular and she didn’t so they grew apart.

You disclose that you were a late bloomer as well, but she finds it hard to believe. You start climbing the wall again and not ten seconds later, you’re screaming again when you are too far from the ground for your comfort.

At Wanda’s house you find out she has a secret candle making hobby. She confides in you and lets you in on her plan of making scents for men because that has so much potential since most candles are catered for women.

You wonder why she hasn’t started selling them. Wanda’s excuse is that businesses cost money.

“Why don’t you ask your dad for a loan?” This didn’t seem like such a big deal to you.

“You mean the old Sokovian man upstairs? He’s only interested in sporty, manly things. Plus, he and my brother would just tease me about it.” She puts her candle making equipment away.

“You have a brother?”

“Prodigal son has returned!” you both hear someone shout upstairs. “Christmas may now commence!”

“Speak of the devil,” Wanda groans, mentally preparing to see her twin.

“Pietro’s here! Now it’s Christmas!” Oleg cheers rushing down from the second floor to the living room where Pietro and his wife Monica await.

“Is that my baby?” Iryna greets Pietro, hugging him tight.

“Mom,” Pietro smiles, handing her some flowers. “Look what I brought you.”

Everyone greets Pietro and Monica cheerfully as you and Wanda enter the room, lingering in the background, waiting for him to see you. Wanda has to clear her throat for him to notice.

“Hey, Wands! What’s going on, little sister?” he greets Wanda.

“I thought you were twins?” you ask.

“I’m 12 minutes older,” he replies with a wink. “And who do we have here?”

“Oh, this is Y/N,” Wanda says proudly, but her smile dies when Pietro assumes you are their grandma’s nurse and then guesses you are in their mom’s book club. Iryna finally interrupts when Pietro figures this is an intervention.

“No, honey. Y/N is your sister’s girlfriend,” Iryna clarifies. Pietro laughs until he sees no one else laughing. You do not find this amusing.

“Oh, you’re serious. Really?”

“Really,” you answer.

Pietro further embarrasses Wanda by saying he and Monica were talking about this on the way in the car, wondering how Wanda was still single. “Granted she still lives at home and the eyeliner isn’t doing her any favors. This is a Christmas miracle.”

Wow, this guy is an ass. Pietro goes on to thank you like you’re taking one for the team by dating his sister. He messes up your name too! The audacity. Two can play that game, you think.

“You know what? The pleasure’s all mine, Peter.” You give him the same fake smile in return, throwing an arm around Wanda,pulling her close.

Everyone starts decorating the Christmas tree. Of course it doesn’t go without Pietro bragging about how well life is going for him and he making comments to embarrass his sister. He even goes to bring out the ornament that contains a picture of a young Wanda in which she’s got braces and glasses and chubby cheeks.

She’s flushing red, obviously upset at everyone cooing at the photo. You try to make her feel better by saying you were grateful for your awkward teenage years because it taught you empathy and how to not be a jerk - a total dig at Pietro that makes Wanda smirk and nudge you playfully. Pietro has to ruin it by calling you a ‘former chubster’.

It’s time to place the star on top of the tree. Pietro snatches it up and is ready to place it, but Wanda suggests you do it because it’s your first year with them and you were their guest. Pietro pouts when their parents agree. He hands over the star but not without playing a discreet tug of war with you.

You step on the ladder, Wanda’s hands on your hips to secure you, and you place the star on top. You call it a win in this battle you’ve got going on with Pietro.

“It’s crooked,” Pietro complains to Monica.

“You’re brother really likes being the center of attention, huh?” You’re looking at the picture frames in the hall. You are waiting for Wanda to head out to go climbing. In all the photos Pietro is in the center with a bright smile and Wanda is always a little out of the shot.

“Likes to be? Has to be,” Wanda mumbles, finishing up tying her shoes.

“Next time he tries to steal the spotlight, steal it back,” you tell her. Wanda tries to shrug it off but you repeat, showing you meant it. “I’m serious. Steal it back.”

“Alright. Come on. We don’t want to be late. Natasha is very punctual,” Wanda warns, fixing her scarf as you head to the front door.

“So is the wall we’re climbing like the one at the store?” you ask.

“Yeah, pretty much,” Wanda replies.

Lie. Looking at the wall, you’re sure you are going to faint. Why is it so damn high?

“Y/N, are you coming or what?” Nat says from midway of the wall.

“Yeah, coming right up,” you chuckle nervously, before turning to Wanda. “You didn’t tell me she was Tom Cruise. I can’t do this. Get this off me.”

You try taking the harness off but Wanda’s hands block you from doing so. Both of you start smacking each other’s hands.

“Stop. Stop. You got this, okay? Here, put these in.” She hands you some earphones.

“What? Why?” You do as she says anyway.

“It’ll help you relax. And it’s your favorite song,” she explains. You don’t believe her until the song actually begins to play and you feel yourself feeling better. “Remember, one move at a time.”

You move to the wall. You hesitate to make the first move, looking back at Wanda who gives you a thumbs up in support. You take a deep breath and begin to climb.

You can’t believe you actually make it to the top. You cheer when you climb on top of the wall. “I can’t believe you guys said this was hard…oh.”

You gasp looking down. Nat tells you to come down. You turn your back on them in order not to look down. With a shaky voice you say, “Um, actually, I think I’m gonna stay up here and enjoy the view for a little while.”

You fall to the floor of where you are. Wanda hears the thud and gets into action, putting a harness on and climbing the wall faster than anyone.

Nat has no idea what’s going on and just cheers Wanda on. When Wanda makes it to the top, she sees you lying down shaking.

She rushes over to you, falling on her knees and tries to soothe you. “Hey, what are you doing? The hard part is over. Just rappel down.”

“Uh-uh.” There is no freaking way you are ever moving.

“You got through the tough part. It’s nothing.”

“Oh God, this is how I die. I’m gonna die. This is it. This is it for me,” you whimper.

Wanda comes up with an idea quickly. “Okay. Okay. I think I actually know a trick to get you down, but you gotta trust me.”

“Trust the girl that catfished me?” You scoffed.

“No, trust the girl who got you up here in the first place,” she answers. “Look, I know you’re scared but you’ve got this. And I’ve got you. Okay? I promise.”

You choose to trust Wanda. She helps you stand up and has you walk backwards towards the edge of the wall, keeping you distracted with her comforting words and having you keep your eyes on hers.

She asks you to close your eyes and take a deep breath when you reach the edge. And then she pushes you, literally.

You scream on the way down. You land safely and Nat looks really impressed thinking you just jumped down yourself. You try to play it off like it’s nothing.

She asks to hang out tomorrow at 9. Wanda gives you a thumbs up from the top of the wall.

At night, you go caroling with Wanda’s family. You make it to the door of a resident home. When Pietro puts on a performance, he puts on a performance.

Someone requests “Baby It’s Cold Outside”. Pietro is going to sing with Monica but Wanda decides to take your advice of taking the spotlight back and volunteers you and her to sing the duet.

You don’t want to sing this song. The lyrics make you uncomfortable. Wanda tells you to sing and that she’ll change the lyrics so it doesn’t sound so bad.

She does an excellent job. You have a great time singing with her and at the end of the song, everyone is cheering for you two.

Pietro can’t stand not having the attention and announces with Monica that they’re expecting a baby, once again stealing the spotlight. Everyone is congratulating them.

Wanda gets the bright idea of getting down on one knee, calling everyone’s attention. You know exactly what she’s doing and it’s a little too far.

You ask her to get up through gritted teeth. She makes a speech about how you haven’t known each other long but when you know, you know. You are breaking a sweat here.

“Y/N L/N, will you marry me?”

Everyone is watching you. Can someone please get you out of this.

“She doesn’t even have a ring,” Pietro points out.

For once you find yourself agreeing with Pietro. “Yeah, you don’t have a ring.”

Grandma Maximoff comes to the rescue, taking off her own ring and giving it over to Wanda. Wanda thanks her grandma before looking back up at you, giving you puppy dog eyes.

You can’t say no and humiliate her in front of everyone. “Yes.”

The second you get to Wanda’s room, you argue. She tries to apologize. “I’m sorry. I got carried away in the moment. But if you think about it, nothing’s changed.”

“Nothing’s changed? Your grandma gave me her ring off of her finger!“ you shout.

Wanda says you just have to make it until Christmas then she can say you broke it off and went back to LA. There is no way you want to look like the asshole.

You bring up Natasha. You have a date with her tomorrow. “What if she finds out I’m engaged to my cousin?”

“She won’t. I promise you that. Okay? Everything will be fine. Just trust me.”

“Trust you? That’s literally the last thing I can do.” You start mumbling, “You wanted me to wear a hat. You’re like ‘It’s cute.’ It’s dumb! Now apparently I’m getting married!”

Upstairs, Pietro is googling you. He doesn’t trust you. Something doesn’t feel right and he is going to get to the bottom of this.

You have a nice talk with Oleg, helping him with the fireplace. He tells you about his father.

The next morning, Nat takes you on a hike that you assume is the date. Surprise surprise, she says it’s just the warm up. She takes you bobsledding, but like if bobsledding was on X Mode.

You don’t know how you are going to get through this so you call Wanda to tell you what to do. You find a blunt in your bag. You got through the experience by getting high as a kite.

You get home to Wanda making some candles. You tell her about the date and how Natasha is perfect. Wanda begs to differ. You think she’s being weird.

You start taking a whiff of her candles and guessing the scents. There is one Wanda doesn’t want you to smell, so of course you move away before she can snatch it back.

She says it smells like her grandpa because scents make memories come alive. She’s embarrassed when she says that but you tell her it’s very sweet.

Iryna calls you and Wanda up to watch Love Actually with the family in the living room. You get to the part of the film where the guy admits he loves his best friend’s wife through poster boards at her front door when Iryna drops a bomb on you and Wanda.

You and she will be in tomorrow’s paper. An announcement of your engagement with your picture together will be printed.

That’s how you find yourself on a newspaper heist with Wanda throughout town early in the morning. You hide in the backseats of Wanda’s car after getting the last bunch of newspapers. A newspaper boy is looking for you two.

You two are giggling in the backseats, sitting slouched down so no one can see you. You open up the newspaper to your announcement. Wanda starts laughing at the photo they chose to go with.

“I mean, I look like a deer in the headlights in this photo,” you comment. Wanda denies it but you insist. “Yes, I do. It’s a pretty decent photo of you, though. Look at that.”

You show Wanda and she mumbles, “Probably the only one in existence.”

“Come on, Wanda. I know a lot of people who’d be very into you.” You aren’t lying. Wanda is cute, you can admit. You don’t know why she has trouble dating.

“Well they’re definitely not on FlirtAlert,” she sighs, talking about how little matches she would get on the app.

You are going to figure out why that is. “Do you still have your original profile photos?”

She stays quiet and you get your answer. “Oh my god. You do. Show me!”

Wanda tries to convince you she deleted it but you know she’s lying. “Please. I know you didn’t. I know you. I know you. Show me the photos!”

You start smacking her arm to annoy her into showing you. It works. She pulls up the app and you snatch the phone from her hands and scroll through her original photos. You see the problem right away.

“No wonder you’re not getting any matches. Why are you holding a knife in this one?”

“To show that I like cooking. People like dating those that can cook,” she explains, like it’s the most obvious thing.

“It would help if you were in the kitchen and not in your bedroom. This is terrifying.” You go to the next photo. It’s Wanda in the yard, clothes dirty with mud and holding a shovel. “Okay, you straight up look like you murdered somebody in this one.”

“That’s me gardening!” She defends herself.

“You need to hold a plant or something cause this looks like incriminating evidence.” You laugh and though Wanda knows it’s at her, she smiles rolling her eyes at you. “No wonder you only got three matches. You were hiding your strengths.”

“What strengths are those?”

You turn to look her in the eye. Clearing your throat you start, “For one, you have very nice eyes. You gotta show those puppies off. All these photos are too far away to see them. And your teeth. You have really straight teeth. Like freakishly straight.”

“Five years of braces,” Wanda explains.

“So then smile more,” you demand. She sarcastically smiles, but it works. “There you go! There it is.”

You both giggle. You add, “But more importantly, you’re a good person, Wanda.”

“I don’t know how to show that in a photo.”

“Well, for starters, you have to believe that it’s true. And then once you do, trust me, it’ll show. Promise me that once this is all over, you’ll put up a real profile with real photos,” you ask.

“I promise.”

You smile at each other before someone knocks on the car window. “I know you’re in there! I can see the steam through the car window.”

It’s the newspaper boy! You and Wanda jump to the front seats of the car for your grand getaway, cackling as you drive off.

You get ready for your date with Natasha. You walk out in a dress that you borrowed from Wanda’s mom’s closet. Wanda’s speechless when she sees you in it. Then she finally has the words to tell you that you look great.

You mention the name of the restaurant to Wanda and she warns you that it is a steakhouse. You’ll just get a salad. Wanda says Nat likes girls who can eat meat like she does. You think you can forgo your vegetarian diet for one night.

She tells you that might be a little too far because you are compromising your beliefs. It starts with a little meat today but what would you lie about tomorrow? You take offense because the only reason you are here in this situation is because Wanda lied.

“I lied about a photo.” Wanda doesn’t think this compares to what she did.

“No. You hid behind a photo. You lied about your identity,” you point out.

“But it was still me! Every conversation we had, every text we exchanged, every laugh we shared. It was me. You liked me. And you liked me so much you flew across the country to surprise me for Christmas,” Wanda snaps back.

“You’re right. I liked you. But you were a lie. A piece of fiction.” You leave with that.

While you are on your date with Natasha, Wanda and her family are gathered around the table making gingerbread houses. Wanda’s grandma asks where you are and Wanda lies saying you are out tasting cakes for the wedding.

Pietro finds it odd that you aren’t doing that with you, given that Wanda is to marry you after all. Wanda says she’s happy with whatever you are happy with. Pietro is still wary and lies that he needs more stuff for his gingerbread house. He excuses himself, claiming to go to the store. In reality, he plans to see what you are really up to.

Pietro does go to the store, but on the way back home, he spots you dining with Natasha.

You feel uncomfortable with the deer heads hanging on the walls of the restaurant like trophies. You suppose they are because they hunt animals like it’s a game. Turns out Natasha’s family owns the restaurant and one of the heads on the walls is one she shot.

As you get to talking, you realize you and Natasha don’t have much in common. On the car ride back to Wanda’s, Natasha tells you she doesn’t celebrate Christmas. You ask her to drop you off a block away, explaining you don’t want to wake anyone up. She kisses you and it’s not what you thought it would be. It was kind of disappointing to be completely honest.

In the morning, you try to apologize to Wanda for what you said last night. She shrugs it off. Before you can say anything else, her grandma asks you two to come to the senior living home and help them with online dating.

It doesn’t go too well when they all start joking about twisting the truth to make themselves sound more attractive online. Wanda stops them and gives them a little speech on how it’s wrong to do that because you’ll only end up misleading people, disappointing them, and in the end getting hurt yourself.

Unfortunately, they don’t take her speech to heart. However, it does change things for you by giving you a different perspective. You see now that you might be hurting Wanda with all of this. She wanted someone to get to know her and the only way she saw anyone would take an interest in her is by using someone else’s photo.

She was right. Because that’s exactly what happened. You proved her right and it probably feels awful.

You and Wanda are trailing behind her grandma on the sidewalk after the whole event. You have to bring it up.

“I guess I never realized. I was so busy being mad at you that I never stopped to think about why you actually did it.”

“Look Y/N,” Wanda stops in the middle of the sidewalk. “The why doesn’t even matter anymore. It was wrong. I should have never asked you to lie in the first place. And I’m just gonna go to my family and come clean with everything.”

“Wait, what? No.” You’ve come this far and she wants to stop? “No, no, no. You can’t do that. Wanda, this isn’t all your fault. I mean besides, a deal’s a deal. We’ve made it this far. It’s only two days til Christmas. Let’s stage a breakup like we planned. Don’t worry. I’ll sell it.”

Wanda isn’t totally convinced. “I don’t know. It… it doesn’t feel right.”

You can’t believe this is happening. Wanda sees her grandma turn the wrong way. She shouts after her. “Grandma, the car is that way.”

Her grandma does not seem to be listening. Wanda chases after her and you follow Wanda. “Grandma, where are you going?”

You and Wanda follow her into a building that has all the lights off. Suddenly they turn on and people yell “surprise”.

They’ve thrown you an engagement party. What’s worse is they’ve chosen Natasha’s family’s restaurant as the venue and to top it off Nat is there.

Pietro is happy to see your panicked face. He might be the worst but he wasn’t about to let you play his little sister.

Nat finds you and drags you to meet her parents. People are congratulating you and you lie to Nat saying that you were the millionth customer at a store when she asks why.

Then you find your boss is here too. Great. Everything is great.

Everyone’s attention is called by Oleg. He’s about to give a speech, obviously to congratulate you and Wanda and welcome you into the family, but you interrupt before he gets too far.

There is no way out of this. It is time to face the music. You fess up to everything. You watch as everyone looks at you disappointedly. You feel especially bad for Wanda, the pitying looks they send her.

Pietro in contrast nearly cheers at being right about you, but he does feel bad for his sister. Nat is actually the first to storm off, making a good point in saying that you were a hypocrite for getting mad at Wanda for lying to you by pretending to be someone else and then going and doing the same to Natasha.

You apologize and leave. You grab your stuff from the Maximoff’s place, leaving a note for Wanda and her grandma’s ring on the kitchen table.

You can’t fly home yet because you can’t get a ticket. You end up staying at the same inn as your boss who still wants a story.

Wanda enters her house and finds the note you left for her. It reads : A passion whose flame fails to be fanned eventually burns down. Don’t be afraid to be you. -Y/N

The ring lies on top of the note. You’ve gone and this was your goodbye. Wanda picks up the ring and stares at it sadly.

Her family walks into the kitchen and she tells them that you’ve left. One by one they all hug her. She returns her grandma’s ring.

Her father is the last to hug her. She asks to talk to him for a minute. In the spirit of being honest, she finally tells him she wishes to make candles and not work at the store with him anymore.

“Thank god! You are a terrible salesman,” her dad laughs in relief.

He sniffs one of the candles you left of Wanda’s on the table and Oleg immediately recognizes the scent. He’s very impressed with it. Wanda lets out a sigh of relief and happiness.

You, on the other hand, drive yourself crazy in your room at the inn. You form a single sentence. You stare at a blank document in your laptop for hours.

You finally breakthrough in the morning and once your hands are on those keys, there is no stopping you. You get to the end and realize that there is no good way to end this. You take a break and open FlirtAlert, the app that started it all.

You see Wanda came through with her promise and posted good, real, not murder-y photos of herself. There are those eyes you like so much.

Wait—

You spring up from the bed. You have an idea of an ending for you. You just hope it works.

Wanda goes to get the door when she hears the doorbell ring. You are standing in the front yard with poster boards in your hand. You are pulling the move from Love Actually, her favorite movie.

You apologize to Wanda for not seeing what has been in front of you all along. Her family comes outside halfway through to witness this. You ask for a second chance, holding up a marker for her to write her answer on the board.

She walks up and you are nervous. This can go two ways but you really truly hope it goes the way you want it to.

It does and everyone is cheering when they read her answer. You and Wanda have a stupid grin on your faces.

“So what do we do now?” she asks.

Her grandma shouts, “Kiss her, you idiot!”

You laugh and Wanda pulls you into a kiss. This kiss- this kiss felt right. It’s not long before your smile keeps you from kissing her properly.

You’ve finally found a great ending to your story.

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If you haven’t watched this movie, you are missing out. It is the right kind of corny and I love it so much.

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🍎 𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: Yamaguchi x f!reader

🍏 𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰: stepcest, femdom, masturbation, footjob, degradation/humiliation(if you squints)

🍎 𝓐/𝓝: So 👉👈 It's my first time writing dark content/smut scenario i only do hcs usually, it's also my first time writing for the haikyuu fandom. And I do that for my first hq crush 🥺 Anyways! This scenario is a part of the hqcest collab made by the amazing @dilfsuna ! Thank you Mabel to let your 😌💅 anon take part of it!

Yamaguchi didn’t know when everything went that wrong. Was it when he started to have a wet dream about you? Or maybe when he started to jerk off at the thought of you? Or has everything always been wrong since the first time you were introduced as his step-sister?

Probably all of the above… And things surely took another turn when both of you had to live together once you got into college, financially not able to pay for two different flats.

It was probably at that moment that everything started. He thought you would never notice how he always insisted on doing the laundry. He thought you would never notice how at least one of your panties was missing and magically was back again the next laundry. He thought you would never notice how he was looking at you when you bent in front of him to grab something. He thought you would never notice how painfully hard it makes him. He thought you would never notice how he quickly excused himself to his room. He thought you would never hear his voice moaning your name as the moon was rising high in the sky.

He thought he could do abstraction of his feelings because it was wrong. You were his step-sister and he shouldn’t feel like that toward you. And yet, was knowing that it was wrong preventing him to do what he was about to do? No, it didn’t.

Your flat was silent, only the light buzzing noise of the fridge could be heard in the living room, as he crossed it to go into your room, his heart beating fast, so fast that it was almost painful. Each beat was making his body shake a bit more as his trembling hands quietly turned the door handle of your room. You were out, needing to grab something at the grocery store near your flat.

He knows he didn’t have a lot of time, that it was risqué, that he had to be quick. But he couldn’t help it. He needed to know if they were there. The black panties you’ve been chilling in yesterday, only wearing them and a loose shirt. They were his favorite ones, he thought they were the ones sublimating the curves of your ass the most. So when he noticed they weren’t in the basket laundry today, he was pretty sure that you left them somewhere in your room. It's not his fault if you left them there… As a good step-brother in charge of the laundry, he should be sure that no dirty clothes should be left behind right?

Even he knew it was just because he wanted to smell it. To smell you. To get off at your scent again and again…

His heart stopped to beat ofr a moment as he op, noticing them innocentlyheart stopped for a second as he opened your door, spotting the precious panties, standing there, on the ground, innocently.

He could already feel his cock twitch into his pants, as he could smell your sweet scent surrounding the room. He knows he doesn't have a lot of time, that he should be quick, just taking the panties and leaving would be the less risqué thing to do, but something about getting off in your room sent shivers of excitement down his spine. It's not like he would last long anyway, he never did when he got off with your panties.

He brought the dirty panty to his face as he took a deep breath in, his nose against where your core was supposed to be, freeing his hard cock from his sweatpants.

"F-fuck… You smell so good…" a small whine escaped his lips as he sat down on the ground, one hand brushing against his cock, but not totally stroking himself yet.

He shyly tugs out his tongue to give a quick lap to the crotch of your underwear, hoping it could give him a light idea about how divine his step-sister was tasting like.

Another whine left his lips as he felt the sweet taste spreading in his mouth.

"So good… you taste so good…"

He was now sucking on it without a shame, high-pitched noise of pleasure leaving his mouth, redness of his cheeks covering a bit his freckle. He was already panting, his eyes closed as he hoped he was licking your wet pussy instead.

His cock twitched, the tip as red as his cheeks, asking for more attention.

One hand stroking his dick, the other playing with his nipple, as the panties were stuffed in his mouth, his tongue licking its crotch, eyes closed, he could already feel his end coming.

He was moaning again and again, and if it wasn't for the piece of clothing in his mouth preventing him to talk, he would probably moan obscene things like "Please, let me taste you", "I beg you sis' you smell so good", "I'm sure your wet pussy taste even better..." or even worst "I love you so much, sis…"

His hand was stroking him faster, without any regular rhythm, as continued to whine. He pinched his nipple, making himself arch his back a bit more and his legs shook under the overwhelming pleasure. Your panties were now soaked in his drool, letting some escape, rolling down his chin.

He was so lost in pleasure, so lost in his own fantasy, imagining that he wasn't sucking your panties but that you were sat on his face instead like he always dreamt about.

He wanted to feel your thighs squeezing his head between them. He wanted to make his hands run on them, feel your soft skin. He would kiss them, again and again, leaving small marks on them if you allowed him to do so. And as he would come closer and closer to your crotch, he would be able to see how wet you already are, how wet his affection made you go. He would be a bit hesitant at first, giving quick laps on your panties to hear you moan, before putting them aside and finally… finally tasting you…

Maybe if he wasn't that lost into his mind, he would have heard the door of your flat open. And maybe he would have also heard your footsteps going toward your room. He would probably have heard too that you shouted that you had forgotten your wallet in your room. But he didn't.

Neither did he hear the door of your room open… And he barely registered your voice calling his name.

"Tadashi? What are you-"

He froze up, his eyes widened, looking at you terrorized. What were you going to do? How would you react to see your step-brother jerking in your room, your dirty panty stuffed in his mouth?

And yet, he couldn't explain why but the shame, the humiliation provoked by being caught by you doing something so dirty, so forbidden… It excited him, it was such a delight that he almost came from that only, or maybe that was because of the sight of your bare thighs that he just fantasmed about.

"I-i could explain!" he quickly said, taking off the panty from his mouth, whipping his drool away, trying to hide his hard cock the best he could.

What could he explain exactly? How much did you turn him on? How perverted he was? How the scent of your dirty panties sent him to heaven? That he always dreamed to be between your thighs to taste his sweet sister? That he always wanted to suck on your nipples? That he always hoped to one day fuck you slowly on the couch, to prove to you how much he actually cared about you? To prove to you how much he loved you? How did he want to kiss you, to hug you, to be there for you in another way than your step-brother?

He gulped as you silently walked toward him, not saying a word, nor showing any emotion. You were thinking he was a dirty pervert, he was sure about that. He was also sure you will tell everything to your parents and that he would be disinherited, that you will expose him on every social media, telling everyone how dirty he was… He was screwed. His whole life was screwed.

He was surely not excepting the sudden pressure of your bare feet on his cock, which made him moan in a loud way.

"So like that you jerk off by using your step-sister panties? You're such a naughty boy Ta-da-shi~"

His eyes widened, as he could feel excitement running in his blood. The way you were looking at him… The way your eyes were clouded by the same lust than him… It made his cock twitch under your feet.

"I said I could explain I- Ah!"

He could feel your foot putting more pressure on his cock as a pitiful and ridiculously loud whine left his lips.

"Shhh~ Keep quiet Tadashi, the walls are thin, you wouldn't want the neighbor to hear you, or… would you?"

He shook his head from right to left, unable to say a word that would turn into a moan. He was heavily panting, his heart pounding in his chest. Never in the best scenarios, he made by his imagination did such a thing happen… And deep down he wished for that to not be another of his wet dreams about you.

“Look at you Tadashi~ All worked up from your sister's dirty panties scent~” Another loud whine escaped from him. He already felt so pitiful, so horrible to act like that. It wasn't good, it was not okay to feel like that… They were step-sister and brother, what was wrong with him? He wishes he could go back in time to prevent himself from feeling like that but… Now that it was happening… He couldn't deny how good it felt. How much he loved that. How much he loved her.

"You're a loud one huh? It's not like it really surprises me, you're always so noisy when you get off in your room… Moaning my name~" you teased him as your feet came up and down on his dick, already leaking in precum

He felt shame burn his chest. So you know how he felt since the beginning? You were acting like that on purpose, knowing how it affected him?

"What a shame, I would love to hear you moan my name again and again as you rut against my feet, but I can't take the risk for the neighbors to know what's going between us, right Tadashi?"

He nodded again, as he opened his mouth when you presented to him the panties that were already stuffed in his mouth some minutes earlier.

"You're such a good boy Tadashi~ Knowing how to act to please me…"

Was it the way his name sounded awfully sexy when you were the one saying it or the way you called him a good boy that made him arch his back a bit more and bucking his hips for more friction?

He could feel his arousal already building up in his stomach, and his cheeks turning into a darker shade of red as muffled whine escaped him again and again.

"That's it Tadashi, be a little good boy for your sister" you whispered at the ear, nibbling on the lobe of his ear. He bucked his hips, even more, as his moan became a bit louder, but overall, needier.

He was looking at you with so much love… so much adoration… so much lust… it was such a beautiful face, the same as you ever imagined when hearing him reaching his end and moaning your name out loud in his room.

"You want to cum for your sister Tadashi?~"

He nodded quickly, his heart beating faster and faster, sweat starting to pearl on his freckled skin.

"Then cum for your sister, pretty boy~" you whispered before softly kissing his cheek, lifting his face with your hand, to be sure to not miss anything about the beautiful expression you could see on his face.

His back arched, head thrown back, as his whole body was shaken by a powerful orgasm, his loud moaning that even the wet piece of clothes in his mouth couldn’t stop echoing in the room, while the white loads of his cums were staining both his stomach and your feet.

With a devilish smile, you looked down at him again, whipping out the cum of your feet on his pants, down his ankles, as if it was nothing more than a doormat.

Picking up your wallet on your nightstand, you looked at him again. He was a mess, panting, legs spread, wide open, as his cum was slowly dripping down his belly.

“Since I got what I’ve forgotten home, I can finally go to the grocery store now. You better be rock hard again when I will be back, understand Tadashi? I’m sure you wouldn’t lose an occasion to feel your dear sister’s pussy around your cock just because you didn’t behave well, right?”

He eagerly nodded as he gulped.

"You're such a good boy Tadashi…" you softly kissed him on the lips, after taking out the "gag" out of his mouth, vaguely able to taste yourself, before finally leaving the room.

The panties you were wearing were soaked in your excitement… Maybe that you should lend it to him as a reward tonight? He surely would be the happiest.

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