#once again i apologize for bad grammar and spelling
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this christmas – op81
ski slopes, mistletoes, and the guy you've been crushing on for years – what could be better?
genre: fluff, mutual pining, friends to lovers!au, smut (just one scene in the end, you can skip it if you want)
pairing: female leclerc!reader x oscar piastri
other characters: lando norris, charles leclerc, george russell & mundt, alex albon & lily muni he, pierre gasly & kika cerqueira gomes
warnings: mentions of alcohol, smut, not much more i think
word count: 13.8k (LMAO)
requested?: yes!!
author’s note: hello hello!! a lot to say about this one. first of all, thank you to @be-your-coffee-pot for this request, and i apologize for not getting to it earlier than now. for everyone’s knowledge, the request was sent in to me in august, so… yeah. i know it’s not exactly what you asked for, but i hope you like it anyway <3
second of all, i feel pretty happy about some of these scenes, but some… not so much. some of the fillers have parts that i really despite, but i don’t really have time to rewrite since christmas is like 2 days away lol. also, my description of the reader’s relationship to charles is not my best work, idk why he barely even appears, and i’m also not sure why logan isn’t in this...
third of all, my red divider things make my posts disappear from the tags, so i didn’t put any in this time. it looks bad, i know, but idk how to fix it. if anyone does, please let me know. :)
and lastly: i only proofread this whole thing once yesterday, but tumblr was being a bitch and i got so frustrated that i do not have the energy to proofread it again. so please, if you happen to find any spelling or grammar mistakes, i would be very thankful if you let me know. <3
hope you all enjoy !!
december 12th, 2:11pm
oscar has always loved winter.
it started in his childhood; the holiday films he'd seen as a child, the way it always seemed to magically snow right on christmas eve really started something in him. it hadn't been common for him to get snow back home in australia when he was younger but once he moved to the england, he got to experience it quite a lot. playing, fighting and just existing in the snow was like an unfilled childhood need that stayed with him until his older years.
he loved spending christmas at home with his family, but ever since he got to experience real christmases with snow, trees and cozy darkness, he craved it more than he craved lying on the beach in his swimming trunks.
so when he was asked to come along to the swiss alps for a vacation during the winter break, he packed his bags right away. he and lando just happened to book the same flight, and they both arrived at the airport around noon, getting into a cab to take them to the accommodation together.
when they arrive outside the cottage, oscar is in shock; it is enormous. he had imagined just a tiny, cute little house – not that he was sure how seven drivers and a couple of girlfriends would fit in a "tiny" house – but he was far from right.
him and lando are the second pair to arrive, just about an hour after alex and lily, who are the self-proclaimed 'hosts' as they took care of all of the booking and planning.
"we thought that one would be lando's room," alex starts, pointing down the hallway. "since it's far away from everyone else, and i'm sure we all would prefer to actually get some sleep during the night time."
"oh, shut it..." lando mumbles, shoving his friend on his shoulder.
"this one can be yours, oscar," lily says, moving in the opposite direction and gesturing to another room. then, she points at the one right next to it. "and this one has two beds, so it's for charles and his sister."
oscar's ears perk up. "y/n is going to be here?" he speaks almost took quickly, making the other three turn to look at him.
"oh, i thought you knew..." lily has an apologetic look on her face.
"i must've forgotten," oscar answers, though he's completely sure no one told him about it. there's no way he would forget you. "don't worry, it's cool."
the hosts continue to move down the hallway, and the mclaren boys are just about to follow along when lando elbows oscar's side playfully. "it's cool?"
oscar raises an eyebrow, trying to keep calm. "what?"
"the youngest leclerc coming along?" a grin takes up lando's entire face. "it's just cool? is she cool, or-"
"goodbye, lando." oscar shakes his head, darting towards alex and lily again. he takes a few deep breaths, hoping the blush he can feel spreading across his cheeks isn't too obvious.
unfortunately, lando didn't need to see the blush to know. he has caught his teammate staring at you too many times over the season, and he is fully aware of the way oscar always is suddenly interested in the conversation whenever you're the topic of discussion.
lando knows everything. and this christmas, he's going to be the best wingman the world has ever seen.
december 13th, 12:53am
it's past midnight when you and charles arrive. your flight had been delayed, and then the gps had stopped working all of a sudden. and then, charles just refused to drive any faster than 30 km/h, saying it was too dangerous. as if he didn't drive cars in ten times that speed without even flinching.
you assume the whole house is sleeping already, so you and charles both sneak in as quietly as you can. someone – lily, assumably – has left you a note on the front door, guiding you to your shared room. it all goes smoothly – until charles trips over the doorframe, dropping his bag onto the floor as he tries not to fall down. the sound rattles through the hallway and you flinch, stopping in your tracks as you hope no one's woken up. but just a second later, the door opposite yours opens and a head sticks out.
oscar.
your heart softens and your shoulders relax when your gaze meets his. your soft smile is mirrored on his face, the sleepiness evident in his droopy eyes and the way strands of his bedhead point in every direction.
he looks like he's just about to say something when charles speaks up. "sorry, man! were you asleep?"
he walks up to the australian, giving him a firm handshake and a pat on the back. oscar shakes his head. "i was up reading," his huskey accent is like music to your ears. "i thought i heard some rustling out here, and then..." he nods his head toward the suitcase on the floor.
your brother laughs as he steps back, walking into the room with the "leclerc" sign. "well, i'll let you get back to that then," he says, picking up the bag from the floor and looking back one last time. "good night."
and then, you were just two.
you and oscar stand still for a moment, just watching each other. then, he opens up his arms, welcoming you into his embrace. you step forward and drape your arms around his shoulders as his wrap around your waist, and you let out a content sigh. he's warm, comfortable, and the way he squeezes your body has your mind spinning.
"it's been a while," he says when you part from the hug, a soft grin playing on his lips.
"like a month," you chuckle, crossing your arms over your chest.
"a month has never felt this long before."
you're not sure when your crush on him started forming.
as someone who's always been interested in racing, even in the series your brother isn't in, you've kept up with most results and championships – including oscar's seasons in f2 and f3. after seeing oscar, the unstoppable rookie who completely crushed his season in f3, you made sure to keep an eye at him in f2 the following year. and it's easy to say that you liked what you saw. especially in jeddah.
you'd meet him occasionally around the paddock the following year, just giving him a sweet smile and a quick greeting as if it was no big deal. but you always found yourself squealing on the inside and taking deep breaths to stay calm whenever you made eye contact with him.
then came 2023 and his debut in f1. yet again, he exceeded everyone's expectations, performing better than most drivers who'd been on the grid for years. with his permanent role on the grid, he was around more – and so were you. it wasn't uncommon for the two of you to bump into each other, around the paddock or during media days or in afterparties, and now you tried not to shy away.
talking to oscar was always simple. he was easygoing, it all seemed effortless, and you felt more relaxed. before you knew it, you could chat about racing strategies and tyre management for twenty minutes before a member of the mclaren staff interrupted you, rushing oscar away somewhere. you got to know each other slowly throughout the season, though never really going further than some friendly conversations, but you felt happy knowing that you'd taken the first step towards getting closer to him.
"so..." he starts. "you've been good?"
you nod. "yeah, a lot of studying but it's been alright. you?"
"yeah."
and there it is again, that slightly awkward silence. it's natural, you haven't seen each other since that night in abu dhabi and you're both a little unsure of where you stand after it. the tension is so thick that you could cut through it with a knife, and you kind of want to escape the whole situation. but then he speaks up.
"hey, i just wanted to-"
he's interrupted by the call of your name, and when you turn around, charles is leaning against the doorframe, eyes hazy. "are you going to sleep tonight or what?" he asks, dragging a hand through his already messy hair.
you feel a weight lift off your shoulders – and at the same time, your stomach tightens in disappointment. you nod at your brother, looking back at oscar to give him a wave and a "sleep well", before joining charles in your shared room.
oscar stands still in the corridor for a moment, before sighing and slapping himself in his mind for being so awkward and messing up this opportunity. but on the other side of the door, you stand still too as you watch your brother jump onto his bed, taking a deep breath to clear your mind.
you're just thankful the room is so dark that he can't see your ever-reddening cheeks.
december 13th, 10:24am
despite the never-ending pitter-patter of your heart as you went to bed last night, you could fall asleep quite quickly, seeing as you were utterly exhausted from traveling. breakfast this morning feels like you and charles have just been reunited with your childhood friends after being kidnapped for years; not like you had just gone a few weeks without seeing each other. everyone runs around hugging, chatting about how much they've missed each other and how great this trip will be.
"did you get new highlights?" kika asks you, sliding into the seat next to you by the long table as you stuff a piece of bread into your mouth. the room is a combination of a kitchen and a dining hall, with a big cooking area and a glass wall giving the dining area a beautiful view of the mountains outside. in the middle stands a long table with enough seats for all of you, filled with fresh pastries and other breakfast goods to celebrate the first day of the trip. "or is it just the light?"
"just the light," you answer, shooting her a smile as you pick up your cup of coffee.
"oh my god, i almost forgot to ask you," lily starts and places her elbows on the table, her face resting in her hands. "what happened to that guy from raya you were talking to? did you end up going out?"
oscar is sitting a few seats down the table, pretending to be immersed in a conversation with some of the other drivers about the last few races of the season, while actually just doing his best to listen in on the conversation you're having. when he hears alex's girlfriend mention raya, his ears perk up and his breath gets caught in his throat. a million thoughts instantly crash into his mind.
she's seeing someone? how could i not know this? she's on raya? is she actively looking for a partner? who is this guy they're talking about?
he coughs and tries to act normal, shaking off the uncomfortable feeling passing through his body. he soon hears the sweet sound of your wholehearted laughter, and he almost smiles instinctively at it, before he can remind himself that lando's story about las vegas isn't exactly a smiley matter. "you're not going to believe this, i have the best story," you say in-between fits of giggles. "i met up with him for some drinks, and guess what he said? that he has a foot fetish and has dreamed about me caressing his face with my feet." all of the girls squeal and explode with laughter, making some of the boys flinch and look over to see what all the commotion is about. "so, safe to say, we never met up again. and i haven't wanted to go out with anyone else from there, either. i have a feeling they're all just creeps."
"hey, don't lose hope!" kika says while elbowing your side, but her actions are too soft, forcing you to fold over as an uncomfortable feeling spreads through your body. however, a burst of laughter spills past your lips. kika immediately holds her arm back, laughing along. "crap, i'm sorry! i totally forgot how ticklish you are."
you shake your head, your hand landing on her shoulder. "no worries," you tell her. "but, i haven't lost hope. i just don't think my soulmate is lurking around on raya with the foot fetishists."
oscar feels his shoulders relax again, feeling alright with focusing back on the boys' conversation now that he knows you in fact aren't seeing anyone.
maybe he has a shot, after all. as long as he doesn't talk too much about your feet.
december 14th, 3:09pm
lando thinks he's so smart.
when he tells oscar to go ask if you'd like to have some of the gingerbread cookies he's bought, it's the third time today he has forced some kind of interaction between the two of you. he is sure that the more time that the two of you spend with each other, the more likely you will be to stop pining and just confess already.
but this time, oscar glares at the brit. "why don't you ask her yourself?"
"because you know what room she's in," lando hums back, reaching into the cupboard with some groceries. "i keep getting lost, the house is too big. plus, i'm busy." he motions to the half-empty grocery bag on the counter.
oscar lets out a sigh, but nods. "how can you memorize all tracks on the calendar, but you get lost in a cabin?" he asks rhetorically, whilst turning around and making his way down the hallway towards your room.
it's not that oscar doesn't enjoy 'accidentally' being forced into talking to you; it's the extreme lack of discretion lando is showing that makes him annoyed. it makes oscar seem like he's the one coming up with silly excuses to talk to you, and he doesn't like how it makes him look. he'd rather be seen as chill, laidback, someone who doesn't force things. he doesn't want you to catch on too early and reject him.
your voice echoes a 'come in' when he knocks on the door to your bedroom, and he pushes the door open just a little to reveal you sitting on the bed, a thick blanket wrapped over your shoulders. a grin spreads across your lips when you make eye contact with him. "hi," you say, placing the book you were reading on the bedside table.
"hey," he answers, stepping inside the room. "i... lando bought some gingerbread cookies, and we were going to make some hot chocolate, and..." his voice trails off as his eyes wander down your body, taking in the christmas sweater you're wearing and the fuzzy socks covering your feet. he smiles absentmindedly at the sight, loving how cozy you seem, and wishing he was sitting right there with you, sharing the blanket.
you nod, understanding him despite his lack of words. "i'll be right there."
oscar gives you a thumbs up – one he then facepalms himself for when he's left your room – before moving towards the kitchen again. but when he walks into it, he sees something hanging from a lamp. he stops in his tracks. "no way..."
festive cookies aren't the only thing lando bought when he went to the local supermarket. he also got the ultimate tool for securing his master plan – a mistletoe.
he doesn't know how, but he's planning to make sure you and oscar meet underneath it at least once before the holidays are over. there's no way you'll both be able to avoid it all week.
of course, lando isn't the only one rooting for the two of you. most of the other drivers know too – how can they not notice the glances you share and the way you light up when someone mentions the other in a conversation? – and most of them are in on his plans. charles is probably the only one in the house who's still oblivious to your and oscar's pining, and lando thinks that he might interfere with the matchmaking if he figures something out, so the brit keeps quiet.
oscar wants to pull the mistletoe down, rip it apart and throw it in the trash, but he refrains. something inside him tells him this might actually work out in his favor – and he decides to trust his gut this time.
december 15th, 2:01am
sleeping can be tricky, especially when your brother is snoring loudly in a bed just a few meters away from you.
who even decided to put him and you in the same room?
when you've been tossing and turning to no avail for about an hour, you decide it's time to do something, anything, to hopefully get a little tired again. a glass of warm milk never hurt anyone, did it?
you make your way to the kitchen, pour yourself a glass of milk and put it in the microwave, before turning to look through the windows.
the view of the mountains is breathtaking. there is an untouched, thick layer of snow covering the area, with new flakes still falling. the sun set long ago, but the snow makes it all seem light. the lake below you is just barely visible by now, almost completely coated in snow.
it's completely serene, and you find yourself getting lost in the scenery. however, you're shaken out of your trance when you hear steps behind you. when you turn around, your eyes find someone standing just a few meters away, barely visible in the dark.
you jump in your place and clutch your chest in shock, not expecting anyone else to be up at this hour. when the person steps into the light of the little kitchen lap you had turned on, you relax instantly. "holy shit, oscar," you breathe. "you nearly scared me to death."
"i'm sorry," the australian chuckles. "i didn't know how to approach you without scaring you..."
"what even are you doing up?" you question, crossing your arms over your chest as you lean back against the counter.
"i was just reading in my bed when i heard your door opening, and then footsteps, so..." he trails off when his eyes wander out towards the living room, seemingly just as taken by the sight as you were just moments ago. "i wanted to make sure everything was okay."
"well, everything is okay, so..."
there's some kind of awkwardness hanging in the air. it's not only because of the obvious uncertainty of what to say or do in this situation; it has more to do with the fact that this isn't the first time that the two of you have found yourselves this close with this much tension, all alone at night. sure, it's a lot like the night of your arrival here, but another memory springs to your mind, too.
just under a month ago, following the after-party in abu dhabi, oscar had accompanied you back to the hotel when you started getting too tipsy to keep yourself up on the dance floor. your brother had been nowhere in sight, so oscar took it upon himself to help you out, draping an arm across your waist before walking you all the way to your hotel room. and when you'd arrived in the dimly lit corridor, you'd turned up towards him to thank him, accidentally brushing your nose against his as you did. both of you had broken out in giggles, neither especially sober, but you stayed close – and when the laughter settled, you just watched each other. when his gaze had flickered between your eyes and lips, your breath hitched in your throat, the anticipation growing stronger. you had leaned in even closer, your eyes fluttering closed-
but just as your lips were about to brush his, you had been interrupted. a door a few meters away had opened and the two of you jumped apart, watching as your brother stepped out and exclaimed that he had been wondering where you ended up. oscar had wished you both a good night before hurrying off, the embarrassment of almost getting caught by his friend being too much for him to handle.
you just hoped oscar had been too drunk to remember it, because otherwise, things were bound to get quite awkward. you didn't want him to act differently around you just because you have feelings for him.
thankfully, he hasn't said or done anything to make you think he does remember it.
as you're thinking back to that night in abu dhabi, you nearly get your second heart attack when the microwave goes off with a loud beep. you scramble to turn it off and take out your milk, almost burning yourself on the hot glass in the meantime.
oscar watches you with an amused grin before he forces his gaze off you, eyes wandering over to the windows again. "quite the view, huh?"
you look over your shoulder at the blanketed mountains. "yeah, it's breathtaking," you reply, before growing quiet.
he pauses for a moment, too. "there's something magical about this place. makes everything seem simpler, quieter..."
you nod. "yeah, it does."
something about the moment makes you realize that maybe, just maybe, the awkwardness between you and oscar isn't as insurmountable as you once thought it would be. the shared quietude is comfortable, and you feel at ease. he hasn't brought up abu dhabi – he probably won't, you feel – and maybe you could both just put it behind you and focus on enjoying your trip.
when you eventually get back in your bed, it's with the same kind of pitter-patter of your heart as when you and charles arrived in the cabin a few days ago. needless to say, the glass of warm milk probably isn't going to help.
december 16th, 9:02pm
the mistletoe has moved.
when you first noticed it the other day, it was hanging from a kitchen lamp. and now, it's in the doorframe leading into the living room.
you're planning on avoiding it at all costs, not wanting to slip up and accidentally get under it with the wrong person. or the right one, for that matter. the awkwardness of kissing your crush in front of friends and family would be too much to handle.
some others seem to have the exact opposite attitude towards the decoration, though. kika and pierre can be found by it about ten times per day, and alex and lily have no issues sharing a few kisses whenever they "accidentally" pass it.
no matter what, lando has a mischievous grin whenever anyone mentions it, or even walks near it.
his grin stays on when he decides to let himself be in charge of the outing you all have to the christmas tree farm nearby. the farm is too big and would take too long if everyone was going to look at every tree, so lando divides everyone into groups of two based on who they're standing next to as you walk past the gates.
what a coincidence that you're standing right next to oscar when he says this.
lando ushers the two of you off to the rows with quite tall, pre-decorated trees. "so," oscar starts as you both stop in front of a tree with white lights and ornaments hung all over it. "what do you think about this one?"
"well, it's lovely," you say, scanning it thoroughly. "but isn't the true test how well it fits into the living room?"
he nods, despite his confusion, and he shoots a curious glance your way. "and how do we determine that?"
with a playful grin, you hold up an imaginary measuring tape, pretending to size up the tree with a critical eye. "i'm trying to figure out if it fits this corner best, or..."
he follows your gaze, realizing the tease in your words. "i think maybe it's better in the other corner," he hums and points to the side as you turn a little.
"exactly."
lando never inserted himself into a group; he's too focused on watching the two of you share a lighthearted laugh at the situation. though his mistletoe back in the cabin might still have a trick or two up its metaphorical sleeve, he is already proud of his matchmaking antics.
and, he is sure you'll both crack. it is just a matter of time.
december 17th, 1:43pm
"i never thought skiing would be this hard," you groan as you step into a cottage, the warmth enveloping you and beginning to defrost you instantly.
oscar laughs at the exasperated tone in your voice. "this was just the kids' slope, you do remember that, right?" you stick your tongue out at him, slumping down on a bench by a table. "you just wait before you do some real skiing..."
you had never skied before today. oscar had, but he said it was too long ago and that he needed an easy start. plus, he couldn't just leave you all alone in the children's slope without an instructor.
you'd fallen over at least five times, despite the fact that the slope was practically flat. thankfully, oscar promised to buy you some hot chocolate in a cottage café to cheer you up.
when he comes back from the cashier carrying two big, steaming cups of chocolate, you've regained most of the feeling in your fingers again. the hot piece of ceramic almost burns your skin, but you think it's worth it; you need the sugar and you need it now.
"you know what the worst thing is?" you ask, bringing the cup up to your face with both hands. you start sipping on the drink and oscar glances at you with a questioning look as he slips down next to you on the bench. "carrying those goddamn skis with me. not only does it suck to actually ski, but dragging them all the way from the rental shop…"
"if it's that much of a bother, i can carry them for you."
"and carry your own too?" you scoff, watching him flinch as he burns his tongue on the drink. "you're not that strong."
he lets out a groan. "you're not even strong enough to carry your own, so you shouldn't say anything."
"i can carry them!" you protest, shooting him a glare. "i just don't want to. two very different things."
you both go silent momentarily, too busy focusing on how good it feels to no longer be frozen to the marrow. the cabin is filled with people; kids running in circles around the tables, soon to be tired again after the initial sugar shock from their afternoon snack; a group of older ladies gossiping and enjoying getting some rest just like you; and some young adults in the far corner are already busy dancing on the tables with their after-ski drinks in their hands.
"you know what? i changed my mind," you tell him, scooting away from him a little and placing your skiing boot on the bench. "these things. they're the worst."
you start to unclasp the boot, sighing in relief as you finally tug the shoe off your foot, throwing it onto the floor. you've only worn it for about an hour, but you can already feel the bruises beginning to form. you're just about to reach down to undo the other boot, too, when oscar reaches towards your foot.
your eyebrows shoot up as he takes it in his hands, pulling the foot into his lap. and then, his fingers begin to wander up and down your foot and ankle, giving you soft squeezes and pressing down on the spaces where he thinks the boot has squeezed you the most. you hold back a pleasured sound, seeing as it would sound way too inappropriate right now, but oscar subconsciously takes note of how you're getting flushed because he soon looks up at your face.
"is this okay?"
you swallow down the lump in your throat, nodding quickly. "y-yeah… just don't tickle me..."
when did things get so intimate? mere minutes ago, you couldn't think about anything other than how you were so cold your nose was going to fall off. but now, you can't stop your eyes from following his long, sleek fingers, thinking about how good they feel and imagining how good they would feel somewhere else-
"give me your other foot."
you're thankful that he interrupts your train of thought before your mind wanders too far.
compose yourself, woman.
"don't tell me you have a foot fetish, too," you tease, turning around so that you can place your other foot on the bench too. he lets out a hearty laugh, swiftly undoing your other boot before letting it drop to the ground.
"oh, shut it. do you want a massage or not?"
you shoot him pout, giving his shoulder a thankful pat before taking your cup in your hands again. you focus on the drink, watching how the steam rises and the marshmallows melt. you can't look over at him anymore, scared of your cheeks growing too red and your face giving away your feelings.
the bell by the door rings behind you, and you look towards it out of habit. and in comes alex, george, lily and carmen, laughing and chatting loudly about the black slope they just went down. oscar doesn't seem to notice, but you hastily pull your feet from his lap, sitting down properly – unfortunately making eye contact with alex as you do. he leans forward to lily, whispering something in her ear, and you watch as her eyes dart to you and a smirk grows on her lips.
shit.
the clicking of her boots against the stone floor meets your ears and oscar turns his head at the sound, suddenly realizing why you withdrew from him. "hey there," lily cheers, each of her hands landing your and oscar's shoulders. "what have you been up to?"
your eyes meet his briefly, before looking back up at lily. "just... drinking some chocolate..."
"oh, no skiing?"
"she crashed too much, i couldn't keep her out there and let her continue to embarrass me all day," oscar tells her and you shove his shoulder.
"do you mind if we join you guys?" george asks, coming around the table and not even giving you a second to think about it before he sets two cups of chocolate down on the table. the grin he's wearing only tells you one thing: alex told him already. carmen's lips show off a matching set.
"not at all..."
december 18th, 10:32am
you huff as you slump down on the living room couch, your mood not even getting brought up by watching the newly installed christmas tree in front of you. you hadn't even been out skiing that much yesterday, yet every single inch of your body aches. not only do you have big, blue bruises on both of your hips due to the many times you've fallen onto the hardly packed snow, but every muscle screams with pain as you drape a blanket over your body. needless to say, you decided to stay at home today instead of heading out with the others for another round.
"are you sure you don't wanna come along?" kika asks as she enters the room, her pretty pink sunglasses perched at the top of her nose. the pout on her lips almost makes you doubt staying in, but when you move to sit up more straight again, you know you've made the right decision.
you nod, giving her a weak smile. "yeah, sorry."
"but oscar promised to come along?"
you freeze, your cheeks growing red as you hear her words.
did she know? about your feelings for him? did the others already tell her about the incident in the cottage yesterday? did they really interpret the situation that way?
"w-what?"
"oh," she chuckles at your reaction. "i just meant that he was so bad yesterday, so i thought that seeing him fall over a couple of times would be worth the pain."
"we're gonna trick him into going down a black slope with us," says pierre who walks into the room, arms lacing around his girlfriend from behind. "we'll send some clips."
you let out a breath of relief as they leave the room. maybe they don't know. maybe your secret will stay secret for a little longer.
the group leaves in pairs or trios and you tell them all goodbye from your place underneath the many blankets. everyone has left by now except for oscar, which confounds you since the others seemed to have so many plans for him. your confusion only grows when he steps into the living room without any skiing gear on, just wearing an oversized, cozy hoodie and a pair of sweats.
"why aren't you out with the others?" you question, your eyebrows raised at him.
"well," he sighs, flopping down next to you on the couch. "i can't find my helmet." when you shoot him a doubting look, he raises his hands defensively. "what?"
"i don't believe it."
"you don't have to, but it's the truth."
"how do you even lose a helmet? it's so big?" you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. "i assumed you were used to keeping track of where your helmet is since if you don't have your helmet with you for races, then you can't race."
"i swear i put it on the drawer by the front door like half an hour ago. i don't understand what could've happened."
you have to give it to him; he is really doing his best to cover this up. you find it pretty obvious that he just doesn't want to ski because of what the others were planning to do to him. but maybe if kika and pierre hadn't spilled their plans already, you would've believed him.
"but hey," he says, bringing you out of your thoughts. "don't feel obligated to include me in whatever you were going to do here now that you finally have the house to yourself." he pushes himself off the couch, standing up and shooting you one last smile before turning to walk away. "i'll let you have some peace."
he takes a couple of steps towards the bedrooms, but then you get the idea. "oscar." he stops in his tracks, throwing a glance back at you. "i was planning on doing some baking, and…" you shuffle slightly in your seat. "it wouldn't hurt to have an extra helping hand."
"i'm a horrible baker, though."
"and i'm the best baker ever, so i guess we cancel each other out." you stand up from your seat, keeping the blanket wrapped around your shoulders as you make your way toward the kitchen. "let's go make some mediocre cookies!"
oscar shakes his head, grinning to himself as he follows behind you. this was definitely not what he had planned, but he sure is liking the way it's going.
december 18th, 8:14pm
oscar had not been kidding when he said he sucked at baking.
he put in twice the needed amount of flour, and only half of the sugar. and as if that wasn't enough, of course the mistletoe had moved to the kitchen, making the whole situation quite uncomfortable as you both had to take strange routes while navigating through the kitchen to avoid it. not even your baking skills could save the cookies.
as an apology, oscar promised to buy some fancy gingerbread cookies tonight at the christmas market you'd all planned to go to in a nearby city. he was strongly set on going through with his promise, despite how many times you told him that it was alright and that they wouldn't taste as good as homemade ones anyway.
you've all been at the market for almost two hours now, but it feels like you've only gone about ten meters. your friends, mainly lando, george and alex, are stopping at every single shop and stand, making sure to check out all products and buying at least one thing in every store, no matter how long the line to the cash register is.
"lando-" you groan at the sight of the brit running into yet another store; this time, a shop filled with christmassy outfits for dogs. "he doesn't even have a pet…"
kika is grinning next to you, shaking her head. "he told me earlier today that he wanted to buy a present for roscoe if he got the chance," she says as most of the group joins lando. "makes more sense than when he bought that screwdriver thirty minutes ago just because it was green."
"the power of 'christmas colors', apparently," you hear oscar's voice from behind you, and you turn back to meet his eyes.
"well, i'm not surprised. just disappointed. and cold, and tired of standing still."
oscar points his head to the side, up the street. "i think i saw a stand a little further up that sells cookies, maybe they have some gingerbread ones."
you nod, a small smile entering your lips. "let's go check it out, then. kika, do you wanna come-"
you're cut off by the sound of pierre calling for his girlfriend, holding up a reindeer costume and blabbering on about how it would be perfect for her cousin's dog. "sorry guys," kika says before strutting off to her boyfriend.
you both shrug before walking down the street towards the stand oscar had spotted. the sugary scent of cookies meets your nose from far away, and your mouth waters at the mere thought of the sweets. when you arrive, a sweet old lady sitting behind the stand greets you and tells you all about the different cookies she's baked. gingerbread, sugar cookies with little candy canes, snowball cookies, and various traditional swiss cookies.
"would you like to have a taste, dears?" the lady asks, pointing her hand to a plate with samples. you and oscar take a gingerbread cookie each, popping it into your mouths.
"oh yeah, this is lovely," he says, looking like he's savoring every crumb.
"much better than ours," you answer, nudging his shoulder with yours. he gasps and places a hand on his chest, feigning offense.
you turn your attention back to the lady and telling her you'd love to buy a little box of cookies from her. oscar pays for them and she wraps the box in some pretty gift paper, handing it to you before you continue making your way down the street. the house walls and all trees are wrapped in christmas lights, some blinking in random colors and some with a soft glow of an elegant white. the streets are filled with people wearing santa hats, ugly christmas sweaters, and scarves so big half of their faces are covered. there's not a single frown in sight, the happiness and love so obvious you can almost see little hearts flowing above everyone's heads.
you glance into a couple of different stores as you stroll, stopping occasionally to check something out. when you reach a stand with different kinds of jewelry, something catches your eye: a golden necklace with a heart-shaped charm hanging from it. you carefully pick it up, your heart fluttering in your chest as you inspect it.
and when you look up at oscar from the necklace in your hands, he feels like the air is stolen from his lungs. your eyes are twinkling with happiness, outshining all lights in the entire christmas market. the excited smile on your lips is contagious, and suddenly, it's like the world around you has stopped and everyone else has disappeared. you're both just grinning at each other like two lovestruck fools, nothing in either of your minds other than the person in front of you. the sight of your rosy cheeks from the cold makes the butterflies in his stomach multiply by the second.
wow, he really is totally and fully whipped.
"really pretty," he finally gets out, unsure if he's talking about the necklace or the woman standing before him.
"pretty? it's gorgeous," you answer, eyes flickering back to the jewelry in your hand. "i adore it. how much is it?"
just as the guy in the booth is about to answer, you feel someone grab your free hand. "come on guys, they're closing down soon and we still have a bunch of shops to visit!" kika is pulling you along so fast you barely have time to put the necklace down.
lily notices the disappointment on your face and pats your shoulder. "we'll come back here sometime before christmas, don't worry."
lando shows you the christmas tree costume he bought as you wander down the market again, but oscar suddenly stops. "guys, i forgot my phone back at the cookie stand. keep walking, i'll catch up with you," he says, pointing behind him with his thumb and disappearing before anyone can say anything.
it's a good excuse, but you clearly see the outline of his phone in his back pocket as he hurries down the street.
december 19th, 9:22pm
the days roll on with a gentle rhythm of shared glances and fleeting touches between you and oscar. unbeknownst to both of you, lando, ever the persistent wingman, continues his behind-the-scenes matchmaking efforts.
in some magical way, lando manages to get you and oscar paired up for pretty much anything. board game night? you and oscar just happen to get the exact role cards that make you teammates. time for some ornament decorating? you and oscar are the only ones who don't get a seat on the couch, having to sit on the floor together and share all your materials.
funnily enough, it never gets awkward between the two of you. even when you are left all alone, there is always something to talk about, some dumb thing lando has done that you can tease him about behind his back, or something you are curious about when it comes to his racing career so far. somehow, being with oscar started feeling comfortable, natural, unforced.
one specific night, alex comes up with the idea of playing card games, to which only a few of you are actually interested. some plan on going to bed early so they can hit the slopes first thing in the morning, while others just aren't in the mood. oscar said he would just finish wrapping some christmas presents and join you all later, and you catch yourself feeling disappointed that he's not on the couch next to you, helping you win (or taunting you to make you lose). it surprises you how much you're drawn to him, how it feels like something is missing when he isn't around, when you didn't feel this way just a few days ago.
you try to shake the feeling off, but it's still lingering even as you start playing with your friends. eventually, you excuse yourself to get a glass of water from the kitchen to take your mind off things. but-
just as you round the corner going into the kitchen, your head crashes into something hard. you shriek as you stumble, hands coming up to grab the person in front of you as you lose your balance, but a pair of hands wrap around your back, holding you up. when you look up, you're met with oscar's big brown eyes blinking down at you. "you okay there?"
you let out a relieved breath, nodding at him. "yeah, thanks to you. what were you doing coming around the corner that fast, though?"
he chuckles. "what were you doing not looking where you're going?"
"touché."
your hands are still holding on to the front of his hoodie, and you're about to let go of him and walk away when you notice something in the upper periphery of your vision. something is hanging above you. but, it can't be-
of course it is.
the mistletoe.
oscar looks up just as you do, jaw dropping slightly. "oh..."
"indeed..."
you both keep your vision pointed up, as if the mistletoe would disappear if you just keep on staring at it. oscar's hands slowly begin to slide off your back, and he's hoping you'll both just pretend like none of this ever happened. it would be the least awkward thing to do.
"maybe-" his breath hitches in his throat when you speak up. his gaze is on you again, but you're still looking at the plant. "maybe we should do it. just... for the christmas spirit, you know. i love christmas."
you don't even know what you're blabbering on about. you're trying to improvise a reason to kiss your brother's colleague that makes at least a little sense, but you're completely lost. you realize how dumb you sound, and you expect to see him staring at you like you actually are insane when you look back at him.
but what you don't know is that he thinks it's the best idea ever. he is just as into it as you are, if not more. he doesn't look at you like you're crazy; he's just dumbfounded, blinking at you as he tries to understand what's happening. did the girl he likes really just say they should kiss? because she loves christmas?
oscar gulps, but something in him gives him the courage to nod. "i mean," he starts, voice weak. "what's the harm? it's just... tradition."
"right. yeah, that's exactly what i was thinking."
the tension is higher than ever as your faces are already just inches apart. you aren't sure who should take the initiative and lean in, but before you can overthink it, you're both doing it subconsciously. your noses brush against each other briefly and a little giggle escapes past your lips, and this whole situation feels very familiar. this time, oscar can't hold back anymore, so he closes the gap and presses his mouth to yours.
the kiss is quick, not much longer than a peck, but something changes inside you. when you didn't know what it felt like to kiss oscar, you didn't think too much about it. but now that you have felt his lips on yours, you crave it.
he seems to feel the same way, because when you kiss him again, he's pressing against you instantly. your hands move from his chest to his shoulders as your lips move in sync, tilting your head to get a better angle. oscar's touch travels up and down your sides, fingers grazing the bare skin of your stomach when your sweater lifts.
oscar takes your bottom lip in between his teeth and you let out a hum, making him grin into the kiss. his tongue swipes between your lips before slipping into your mouth, exploring it for the first, but hopefully not last, time. you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer, already growing hot as his hands move down to your butt.
kissing oscar is so easy, so comfortable. it's like you've done it so many times before, like it's what you were made to do.
you're so relaxed and so focused on the kiss that you don't even hear lando's footsteps right next to you, nor his snicker from a few meters away as he picks up his phone to snap a couple of pictures. you don't even hear him strutting away to the living room, nor his loud proclamation to the group: mission complete.
december 23rd, 8:35am
the rest of the days leading up to christmas consist of a lot of sneaking around.
the days are filled with secretive kisses when you're sure no one is watching, fleeting pecks or longer liplocks, hurriedly parting and acting like nothing happened when you hear approaching footsteps. they're filled with soft brushes as you pass each other in hallways, little squeezes of your waist or his arm when someone is around, conveying more than anyone could guess. and they're filled with giant, knowing smiles matching on your lips, with longing gazes and sly winks across the dinner table.
now, his hand is warm in yours despite the freezing temperatures of the air. when you said you forgot your mittens in the cabin, oscar had just smiled, taking off one of his own to give it to you. and to heat your other hand, he intertwined his fingers with yours, his thumb stroking the back of your hand as you walked.
you'd slipped out of the house before anyone else had woken up, wishing for a peaceful moment for yourselves. the two of you haven't really had time to properly talk ever since your moment under the mistletoe, and even though it wasn't outspoken, you both knew there were things to be discussed.
you're halfway around the lake when he finally touches on the subject. "so..." he starts, nudging your shoulder with his. "you like me, huh?"
you snicker. "i have for quite some time now, actually."
his hand squeezes yours. "tell me about it."
and when he asks, you tell.
you tell him about seeing him all those years ago, thinking that he was just a pretty face, a good driver, and not much else. you tell him about getting to know him more and more in the last two years and realizing that shit, he's so much more than that. you tell him about the butterflies, about the sneaky glances, about falling for him.
and then, he tells you his side.
he tells you about knowing of you from your first appearances in the f1 paddock, the curiosity in him growing for every picture of you and charles he saw. he tells you about wanting to approach you but not knowing how, not wanting to come off too strong or clingy. he tells you about how nothing has ever been more disappointing to him than charles's timing back in abu dhabi. then, he tells you about how his fingers had secretly been crossed all trip, hoping that lando's attempts to pair the two of you up wouldn't fall through.
you share giggles and smiles as you tell your stories, and it all feels so natural even though it's so new. and you think to yourself that maybe, this won't be so hard to get used to.
december 23rd, 5:46pm
"how are things going with oscar?"
lily's voice makes your heart skip a beat. you had just walked into the kitchen to grab a gingerbread cookie, not expecting her to be doing the dishes this late in the evening – and especially not expecting her to ask you something like that. "what do you mean?" you ask back, trying to stay composed as you strut over to the cupboard, reaching into it for the box of cookies.
"are you going to be like... boyfriend and girlfriend now?"
the box slips out of your hands and crashes to the floor before you can catch it again. did you hear her correctly? your eyebrows shoot up and your mouth hangs open as you look at her again. she scoffs.
"oh please, the two of you aren't exactly sneaky," she says, looking back into the sink. "you know, lando took pictures of you under the mistletoe. and we all saw you coming back from your little trip to the lake earlier today."
"oh my god." you cover your face with your hands, letting out a groan. "oh my god. no way."
lily laughs, washing the last few plates under the tap before placing them on the side to drain. "don't worry, we were all in on it."
"and what does that mean?!"
"lando had a plan." of course he did. "we all agreed to help him out. except charles, he's still oblivious."
"what kind of plan?"
"well, just small things here and there, really." she wipes her hands on a towel before turning around and leaning against the counter. "hiding oscar's helmet so he'd have to stay here with you instead of skiing with us. walking really slowly in the market so you'd both get so tired of us that you'd stroll off alone. and the mistletoe, but that's obvious..."
as lily spills the details of lando's plan, you feel a mix of embarrassment and surprise, along with a hint of amusement. you're suddenly very aware of the collaboration that has taken place behind the scenes, and you take a deep breath as you slowly lower your hands from your face.
"so... lando really orchestrated all of this?" you exclaim, still trying to process the fact that your friends have been actively working to bring you and oscar closer together.
lily chuckles, nodding. "yes, and he's been loving every moment of it. we all figured you two needed a little push."
you shake your head in disbelief, a smile playing on your lips despite the initial shock. "what's the endgame here? is lando secretly a matchmaker or something?"
"he wishes," she says with a smirk. "i think he just enjoys playing cupid when he can." she shrugs, crossing her arms over her chest. "but hey, it worked out well, didn't it? you and oscar seem pretty cozy."
"yeah, i guess..." the mention of oscar brings a blush to your cheeks. "i just didn't expect to have a whole team of co-conspirators."
lily laughs, stepping forward to pat your shoulder. "it's all in good fun. besides, it's about time something happened between you two." you nod in agreement, smiling at her. "now, spill. how are you feeling about all of this? is he boyfriend material?"
you hesitate for a moment, contemplating your newfound dynamic with oscar. a smile tugs at the corners of your lips. "yeah, maybe. we're figuring it out, i guess. it's all been... surprisingly nice."
she grins, satisfied with your response. "well, then, i'd say lando's plan was a success." she backs away, walking towards the kitchen exit. "just enjoy it, okay? and don't be too mad at us. we just wanted to see you both happy."
you nod and watch as she leaves, still processing the directed events that have led up to this moment. as you're left alone, you can't help but smile to yourself at the thought of everything that's happened – and everything that's yet to come.
suddenly, for the first time in your life, you feel thankful for something lando has done. you'll have to remember to thank him later.
december 24th, 10:23pm
just a few hours ago, charles was challenged to a snowball fight with the rest of the twitch quartet. and how could he ever say no to them?
for you to fall asleep before he got back would just be stupid, because there's no way he will be able to keep quiet when he eventually he crashes into the room post-fight. so instead, you sit against the headboard of your bed, a thick blanket draped over your body and a good book in your hands as you enjoy the tranquility of the last few moments of christmas eve.
there's a soft knock on the door, one so low you could've just as well missed it. "come in," you call out, looking up from your book as the door creaks open. surprise paints your face as oscar enters the room, his eyes sparkling with the thrill of carrying out a secret mission.
in his hands, oscar holds a beautifully wrapped box, adorned with a crimson bow. "merry christmas."
"oscar, what are you up to?" you ask, laughter dancing in your eyes.
"giving you your present." he sits at your feet, holding out the present to you.
you place your book beside you on the bed, accepting the gift with a curious smile. you unwrap the present, and as you remove the lid of the box and your eyes are met with a necklace, your breath hitches in your throat.
the heart-shaped pendant is familiar – it's the exact necklace you'd eyed in the christmas market. you look up at oscar, a myriad of emotions playing on your face. "i didn't forget my phone," he admits, a hint of vulnerability in his gaze. "i just really wanted to get it for you."
speechless, you delicately trace the edges of the pendant with your fingers. "oscar, i..."
"it's a christmas gift, but you can wear it whenever you want."
you hold the necklace up to him. "like now?"
he nods and takes it from you as you turn around, brushing away your hair so that he can secure the chain around your neck. when you turn back, you catch the glint of admiration in his eyes. "you look beautiful."
you hold the pendant between your thumb and pointer finger, a silent acknowledgment of the connection formed by the gift. "it's perfect, oscar. thank you." you tilt your head, smiling at him. "you're not getting your gift until tomorrow, though."
"just seeing you with this necklace is enough of a present for me. i don't need anything else."
december 25th, 6:04pm
christmas day morning is for gift exchanges. you all sit around the tree in the living room, giving out presents and sharing the background stories behind the silly little things you've bought each other. you receive a ton of random objects that people had bought that day in the christmas market; objects they bought just to irritate you and oscar. now that you know, you find it quite funny – and seeing charles's confused face as you unwrapped a green screwdriver from lando is definitely one of your highlights of the day.
your present to oscar is, obviously, better planned than most other gifts. beneath the wrapper is a box titled "skiing survival kit" written in big, red letters. in it lies a pair of thick socks (with a note reading "to protect your feet from those horrible boots"), a bag of hot chocolate mix ("for moments when skiing feels too challenging; a little warmth to make everything better"), a bottle of peppermint-scented massaging oil ("you never know when you find yourself in need of a massage..."), and a handwritten letter about how you enjoyed your stay in the cottage much more than the actual skiing and a promise to stay in and warm his chair for him next time he's out "skiing".
then, midday rolls around. the chefs of the group, also known as the few people who don't burn everything they attempt to cook, take their time to make a good dinner. in the meantime, the rest of you prepare some games and competitions, including a trivia, a snow fort building competition, and a gingerbread house-decorating contest that ended in lando letting his competitiveness get the best of him. safe to say that no other gingerbread houses were still standing, other than lando's, meaning the brit won by default. his price: getting thrown in the snow in just his pyjamas.
and the evening? it's dedicated to a movie marathon, as per russell family traditions.
it has all been planned into the finest detail; the couch in the living room is decorated with blankets and pillows, nearly every bowl in the house is filled to the brim with snacks, and mattresses and pillows on the floor for those who don't fit on the couch. everyone was included of the vote of what movie you were going to see, though you had a feeling george had cheated when you were told the 'home alone' series won. especially since it's the one series he hasn't been able to stop talking about wanting to watch all trip.
you're settled on the edge of the couch, a blanket wrapped over your shoulders and your knees pulled up to your chest. you're laughing along with something kika has said from right next to you when you hear a beep from the kitchen, indicating that the last bag of popcorn was ready. you assumed lando would be getting up to fetch it, seeing as he was the one who insisted you needed one more bag, but when your eyes find him, he sits very contently and comfortably a few seats away. he looks back at you, eyebrows rising as you make eye contact.
"hey, you're the closest to the kitchen," he says, nodding his head in your direction. "go get them."
he isn't wrong, but he still makes no sense. "no way, norris."
he pouts. "please, be quick so we can start the movie already."
"you suck."
he sticks out his tongue at you but you've already walked off. when you return, a new bowl filled with popcorn in your arms, you aren't exactly surprised to see lando in the seat that used to be yours. you shoot him a glare, to which he answers, "i could barely see the tv from where i was sitting!"
"oh, but you think i'll be able to?" you scoff at the way he shrugs his shoulders, seemingly to say that it's now none of his business. and when you look at his old seat, you are even less surprised to see who's sitting right next to it.
oscar is looking up at you, confusion mixing into his features. he's been scrolling on his phone for the last few minutes and didn't notice when his teammate left him alone.
neither of you complain when you slip into lando's old spot, though. oscar immediately grabs the blanket in his lap and drapes it over you too. you shuffle closer to him as the movie turns on, the soft fabric of his pyjama pants brushing against yours. the bowl of popcorn is propped up on your lap, and when you reach into it to grab a handful, it touches something warm. you rip your eyes from the tv to see your hand brushing against oscar's. of course.
considering the other touches and kisses you've shared these last few days, it's not even a very intimate action. and yet, something about it leaves both of you giggling.
"so many clichés this trip, huh?" he says, eyes flickering between your hands and your face.
instead of answering, you grab his hand in yours. your fingers slip in between his easily, as they've done so many times these last few days, but you pull your hands underneath the blanket to keep them out of sight from everyone else.
it's a good movie, but it's easy for you to zone out when you feel oscar's hand squeeze yours. neither of you can really stay away from the other, inching closer as the movie progresses and stealing little cheek kisses when everyone is focused on the most exciting scenes. and when you start to grow a little tired, your head instinctively lands on his shoulder as you let out a little yawn. oscar desperately has to hold himself back from cooing at you, feeling so soft and prideful that you're leaning on him, and he settles for leaning his own head on you.
you both think you're being subtle, but everyone in the room understands what's going on. even charles, who has now been let in on what's happened between you and oscar after he walked in on lando telling alex about how cute the new couple in the house looked walking around the lake, can't take his eyes off the two of you. as your older brother, he feels like he should be doing something or saying something to protect you. he wonders what his role should be here – aren't brothers supposed to scare their sisters' boyfriends away?
but charles realizes that oscar isn't an enemy. in this moment, you look so peaceful, so content; like you've found the the long-lost puzzle piece to make you complete. how could he possibly interrupt that?
december 25th, 11:28pm
charles is still fast asleep on the couch when you slip into oscar's room after the movie has ended, fingers intertwined and your laughter mixing as he pulls you along to his bed. his hands find your hips as he sits down on the edge of the bed, urging you to lower yourself onto his lap, and you happily oblige.
"look up," he says, and when you do, you're not surprised by what's hanging in the roof.
the mistletoe.
"oh," you start, looking back at him. last time you found yourself underneath the mistletoe with oscar, you had been more nervous than ever before. but this time, it isn't as scary. this time, you're able to shrug, a teasing grin forming on your lips. "i guess we should kiss, then. just for the christmas spirit, you know."
his lips are curved into a big smile. "oh, i do know." one of his hands comes up to tuck some hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek in his palm. "it's because you love christmas."
you can't hold back from giggling, and neither can he, both of you leaning in to seal your lips. your first encounter underneath the mistletoe was hesitant, but it feels like that was ages ago, in another lifetime. now, with his lips pressing against yours, it feels like it's all you've known.
he's so gentle with it, his kisses delicate and tender, and your heart flutters at the feeling. his hands land on your waist as your arms wrap around his neck, scooting in even closer. when your crotch brushes against him, he involuntarily lets out a moan into your mouth, and you stop for a moment to pull away. both your eyes and his are wide as you look at each other, and oscar doesn't know what to say. his mind is racing, not sure if you thought that was awkward or too soon or-
"that's so fucking hot," you say, and he finally exhales. you kiss him again, speaking against his lips. "wanna hear more."
he has no problems letting out more sounds when you keep up your actions, your hips rolling down on him rhythmically. his hands find the hem of your sweater and slip inside, instantly roaming your sides. his cold touch tickles, and when his fingers move along your waist, you can't help but giggle against his lips. he laughs along with you, but he only does it to match you. he's dumbfounded when you part from him and you grab his wrists to make him halt.
"you're too cold," you start, a bit breathless already. "it's-"
"are you really that ticklish?" he chuckles, fingers running up and down your sides again to test you, and his heart melts when you throw your head back, laughing. "oh come on, how am i supposed to do this if i can't touch you?"
"warm your fingers next time and we should be fine."
"next time, huh?" a combination of a smirk and a grin plays on his lips. "planning ahead?"
"well, it depends on how well you perform tonight." he sticks out his tongue at your taunting tone. "just take it off already, will you?"
oscar happily obliges, pulling the material off you before reaching for his own sweater, throwing them both onto the floor. his eyes stick to your chest, to the soft, red bed bra holding up your breasts, and he feels himself growing harder instantly, because this is so much better than he'd imagined. you can't exactly complain about what your eyes are met with, either; oscar's toned chest and his broad shoulders are basically calling out for you to come and press your lips to them. or sink your teeth in them. probably both.
he gives you a few quick kisses before his hands land on your hips and he flips you both around, laying you onto the covers. his lips meet the skin below your ear, and then travel down the side of your neck. he hears your breath hitch in your throat when he finds a spot you enjoy particularly much, making sure to memorize it for the future. and when his kisses trail even further down, they meet something hard and metallic. when he leans back, he realizes that you're wearing the necklace.
he didn't notice it until now, since he was too busy being mesmerized by your breasts earlier; but now, he can't take his eyes off it. the little heart charm rests just above your actual heart, and something about seeing it makes his heart flutter. the necklace he bought for you, the one that makes you think of him and only him. it's like you're already tagged as his.
"cute," he whispers to himself, placing a long kiss right on top of the heart. he can feel your real heart beating underneath his lips, fast but not really enough, and he can't wait to make you feel like it's pounding out of your chest.
he starts placing open-mouthed kisses down your stomach, his hands finding the waistband of your sweatpants.
"you okay with me taking these off?" he asks, parting from your skin to watch you nod your head. he pulls the material down your body, smiling when your underwear comes into sight. they're not a pair of lacy lingerie or victoria's secret-lookalikes, but just a regular pair of panties in a deep green color with little candy canes. his eyes flicker between your bra and your panties. "green and red, huh?"
"well, what can i say?" you smile. "i love christmas." he giggles, and so do you, as he leaves your pants somewhere on the floor before moving further down your body. when his hands near the fuzzy socks with little cartoon santas dressing your feet, you're quick to speak. "those stay on, though."
"oh, is that so?"
"gotta make sure you're not just doing this for that foot fetish you might or might not have." a laughter erupts from his chest. "i've had too much of that recently."
"well, i don't have one, so i don't mind you keeping them on." he moves up on the bed again, fingers reaching the hem of your underwear. "but i can take these off, right?"
"things would get kinda tricky otherwise, i'd say,” you tease, but oscar merely blinks up at you with raised eyebrows.
"tricky, yes. but not impossible."
you shake your head, a grin making its way onto your lips. "next time, oscar."
and there it is again. next time. the way you say it so casually, like there's no doubt in your mind that there will be another time, that you'll do all of this again.
yet again, instant boner.
your panties are off in a second, and he doesn't waste any time before pressing his lips to the inside of your thigh. his hand takes care of your other thigh, thumb brushing up and down your skin, as your lips travel closer and closer to where you want him the most.
you suck in a breath when you feel his warm breath against your core. his tongue meets your clit and your eyes flutter closed, one of your hands reaching down to entangle in his hair. as his tongue draws circles around your bud, one of his hands leaves your thigh, a finger swiping along your wet folds before pushing slowly into you. you don't know which sensation to focus on, both growing stronger and pushing you closer to your limit every passing second. when he's pumped you a couple of times, he adds another finger and then another, pushing deep into you. his fingers curling inside of you makes you pull on his hair even harder, your mind growing hazy and your breaths shorter.
"o-oscar," you let out, subconsciously buckling your hips towards him in hopes of creating more friction. "i'm so clos-"
you're cut off by the combination of a moan and a whine that leaves your lips when his tongue flicking your clit speeds up. "come for me, sweetheart," he tells you, his voice sending vibrations against your core.
your legs shake around him as you completely let go, feeling the climax wash over you just moments after his order. your free arm drapes over your face, covering your eyes in your arm as you try to catch your breath. oscar continues lapping you up, helping you ride it out, also licking his fingers clean before letting his hands caress your sides soothingly. he's unsure whether his fingers are warm enough now to not tickle you, or if you're just too busy coming down from your high to even realize you should feel ticklish, but he smiles at the thought nonetheless.
"everything alright up here?" oscar asks as he moves up to your face again, one of his hands prying the arm off your face. you slowly open your eyes, your hazy gaze meeting his loving one and you can't help but to cup his face in your hands. you pull him down to your lips, lazily lacing them together. he pulls away just enough for his lips to still brush yours when he speaks. "i'll take that as a yes."
you're quick to nod, but even quicker to connect his lips with yours again, not wanting to be apart for even a second.
your hands slide down his neck and the front of his body, loving the feeling of his strong muscles under your touch. your fingers reach down to the edge of his pajama pants, and you let out a chuckle when you notice the ever-growing tent in them. "don't laugh at me," he starts, biting down on your bottom lip as a warning. "you're so hot, how could i not get this hard?"
"oh, shut it," you say, feeling a blush creep onto your cheeks. "just take them off, will you?"
"as you wish."
as he shuffles off the bed and pulls off his own pants, plus his boxers along with them, you take the time to reach behind you and unclasp your bra, letting it slide down your arms and off the bed. when he reaches into the bedside table and pulls out a condom, you raise your eyebrows. "oh, so you were planning this?"
he shakes his head as he climbs on top of you again. "i was hoping, not expecting. those are two very different things." he removes the wrapper and throws it onto the table, rolling the condom onto himself. "do you need anything? or-"
"just you."
oscar presses his smile to yours, kissing you like he has no rush in the world, like he just wants to savor this moment with you. "well then," he says against your lips, nudging his dick against your entrance. "i have to give the lady what she wants, don't i?"
you can't control the whine that slips into his mouth when he pushes into you. you thought you were ready for him, but he's so big and he stretches you out so perfectly. he pauses once he's slipped entirely into you, his lips finding a spot below your ear as he allows you to get used to him. your pussy is throbbing already, still sensitive from just minutes ago, and the little involuntary clenches around him make oscar grow more and more eager.
when he finally starts moving, you drape your arms around his shoulders for stability. his thrusts are slow but deep, and yet you desperately want more of him. you hook a leg over his hip, the other following soon after, and you gasp at the way he bottoms you out completely. one of his hands comes up to squeeze your breast, thumb flicking over the nipple as his pace speeds up. the sounds you make and the way your legs squeeze him close makes him feel like he could cum anytime, but he tries to hold back because he needs to see you fall apart beneath him for the second time tonight.
"oscar..." you cry out when his free hand slides down your body, a finger coming in contact with your clit again.
"just a little more, love." his thrusts have grown sloppy and his figures on your bud aren't exactly perfect, but it's good enough for your orgasm to hit.
your back arches off the bed, your chest pressing into his as you nuzzle your face into the side of his neck to hide your moans. when your walls tighten around him, he reaches his high too, his body shaking as he rides it out. your heart is about ready to jump out of your chest when he collapses onto you, both of you trying to catch your breaths. "holy fuck," oscar starts, his breath warm on your skin. "that was amazing. you feel amazing." you try to gather energy to speak, fingers getting lost in his curls. "you taste amazing, too. better than any christmas dinner."
you give him a weak slap to his shoulder. "shush."
"it's true!" he pushes himself back a bit, mouth hanging in mock offense. "this was the best present i could've ever wished for."
"the necklace is higher on my list, though."
oscar pauses for a moment. "i'm not sure if i should feel proud or offended."
you snicker. "i was hoping for the latter," you tease, but regret it the moment oscar's hands find your waist, fingers dancing along it and tickling you yet again. the squeal you let out does nothing to halt his actions, and he doesn't even budge when you try to push him away by his shoulders. "i was kidding!"
"apologize. now."
his fingers still working their way on your skin make it almost impossible for you to speak again, but you do your best to take a deep breath. "i'm- i'm sorry! oscar- stop it!"
he finally stops, and you finally get to breathe. "i'll go get a wet towel," oscar says, pulling away from you and giving you one last glance. he almost doesn't leave the bed when he looks at you, though – he finds the sight almost too good to be true. your rosy cheeks, the dreamy smile on your lips, your hair spread out on the pillows. he's scared that if he leaves you, maybe the spell will be broken and he'll realize all of this has just been a dream. because that's just how this all feels: surreal.
but it is real, and he can't wait to have you like this in his bed again.
december 26th, 12:56pm
packing up after a good trip is always a bittersweet affair. realizing that you have the real world waiting for you, your actual lives with responsibilities and obligations, and that you can't just stay in this fairytale forever – this moment was definitely not something you looked forward to.
you and charles need to get back to monaco to celebrate christmas with your other brothers and your mother, before he needs to go away for pre-season work again. you're meticulously folding up your clothes, zipping up bags and exchanging smiles as you reminisce on memories of the week.
but, things are different this time. you know that the magic of this trip isn't going to stay here – in one way or another, you'll bring some of it with you back to your real life.
oscar.
you've already made plans to meet up after new years, and even when he's busy with work, you know that you'll at least see him during every race weekend. neither of you are ever more than a flight, or a call, away, and you just can't wait to see where this all takes you.
"so... oscar, huh?" charles's voice breaks the silence, his eyes glancing in the direction of your open door that lets in the sound of oscar's voice from the living room.
"hm? what about him?" you reply, trying to hold back the smile threatening to adorn your lips when you hear his name.
charles cocks an eyebrow at you. "you and him... kind of obvious." he gazes towards your bed. "besides, your bed is made. you didn't sleep here last night."
"well, i-" you start, but charles interrupts with a knowing chuckle.
"relax, i'm not going to be a police. just..." he shows off a sweet smile. "enjoy it."
with a nod and a shared understanding, you both continue packing, an unspoken acknowledgment hanging in the air. the group gathers to bid you farewell by the front door, and gratitude fills your heart as you exchange goodbyes with your friends. you grow especially soft when lando pulls you into a hug, a cheeky grin on his lips. "thank you," you whisper, giving his cheek a quick peck to really convey how much you appreciate everything he's done this holiday. he just squeezes you back, telling you not to worry about it.
finally, as you turn to say your farewell to oscar, the atmosphere shifts and the group watches with amused anticipation. "until next time," you say, your eyes holding a promise that transcends the physical distance.
"until next time," he repeats, smiling as you engulf him in a tight hug.
you pull away just enough for your ear to brush against his ear, your voice low. "charles knows, by the way."
"w-what?" his eyes widen for a moment, flickering between you and your brother – but then realization dawns. "well, in that case..."
before you can react, oscar pulls you closer again. he presses a goodbye-kiss on your lips, right there in front of everyone, and the group erupts into cheers.
and the loudest of them all? lando, of course. "if i'm not the best man at your wedding, i'll never forgive you guys."
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Obey Me! Brothers React to: Under the Table Fun!
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Welcome! to this adventure! The characters may not be how you imagine! I apologize for any poor jokes, bad spelling, and terrible grammar. I don't know why I can't write the content I need to, and why I instead write weird content but uh yeah hopefully you guys like it. Without further ado, please enjoy the content. ♡
⚠︎Caution: NSFW Post⚠︎
Cw: feet, foot jobs? Exibistism? Idk tell me if I missed any warnings. I have no idea what this is but enjoy.
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Mc and the brothers are eating in the dinning hall like normal. Mc sits across the table from the character, and while everyone's eating and chatting Mc uses their feet to tease and pleasure the character. (I feel like once the brothers choose a seat at the table it never changes or a fight will break out, but we'll pretend for the scenario that sitting in different spots is allowed)
Lucifer's Reaction:
This man sits at the head of the table so good luck man. The odds of him sitting at a seat rather than the head of the table are low, but not impossible.
When Lucifer first feels something touch his leg he is surprised and suspicious, he immediately thinks it's one of his brothers pulling one of their idiotic pranks. Mans is traumatized by his brothers pranks.
..However when Lucifer glances under the table and sees it's Mc's foot he's amused. At first he thinks maybe Mc just wants to rest their feet on his lap while eating, but he quickly catches onto Mc's plans as they slide their foot up his thigh and begin rubbing it against his clothed groin. Lucifer will indulge in Mc's antics for a little bit, Lucifer may even let Mc give him a footjob under the table until everyone's eating dinner, if he doesn't think his brothers will catch them. But most likely Lucifer will stop Mc after a few minutes of indulging them. Lucifer will direct Mc's foot to a different part of his lap, allowing them to rest their leg on his lap as long as they behave and don't begin their actions again. Lucifer will even hold Mc's ankle with his non-dominant hand while he eats, no it's not cute and for comfort, hes just doing it to prevent Mc from moving their foot, don't let his trickery fool you.
Lucifer's reaction draws no attention to what's happening under the table, he's calm and collected and even when indulging Mc his face only gets a little red and he covers any sounds he makes with coughing or clearing his throat. If he gets to the point where he doesn't feel like he's hiding what's happening well, then he'll simply stop Mc's antics.
There is no way in the three worlds that Mc is getting the Avatar of Pride to cum during dinner with his brothers. An insane thought. According to him. Don't listen tho, remember nothing's impossible if you try hard enough, keep dreaming! One Lucifer is too prideful to pull his cock out for Mc to even give him a proper footjob so their job of getting him to cum with just their feet would be harder than it would be if he wasn't as prideful. Two there is no way, absolutely no way, anyone is getting this man to cum in his pants. Or so he thinks. That would destroy his ego, he's the Avatar of Pride man! That all said, Lucifer will be whisking Mc away as soon as dinner is finished, taking them to his room to finally get the release that is owed to him. After all he indulged Mc's bratty antics, and they got themselves into this situation in the first place.
Mammon's Reaction:
It's actually surprisingly hard to get a seat across from Mammon, I feel like he's the type to want to sit next to Mc on the side Mc's on, and he's not afraid to fight and complain over it, so it'll take effort.
When Mammon first feels something touch him from under the table, he helps or screams in surprise. What was he supposed to do?? It could've been a ghost or something scary! Mammon's reaction causes all the other brothers to look at him, and Mammon being Mammon he probably embarrassedly yells at Mc, so they have to play it off as wanting to scare him. Mc may wait to try again, or if they're bold enough they'll continue to try that night, it'll only take a few attempts for Mammon to adjust and get used to feeling Mc's foot touch his legs and be in his lap, so he'll eventually stop jumping and freaking out.
When Mc finally is able to get down to business and begins sliding their foot up Mammon's thigh towards his groin Mammon freezes, he tenses up and his face goes red, but he recovers quickly and eases up. He covers his face with his hand embarrassedly, but he stays silent, not throwing a fit or making a scene. Mc takes this as a sign to continue, they begin to rub their foot against Mammon's clothed bulge. Mammon will be a good boy and enjoy whatever attention Mc is giving him, he's greedy for all Mc's attention even if he is stressing. If Mc really wants to be spicy and bold, all they have to do is send Mammon a text. He'll do anything his human asks of him, even whip it out so Mc can give him a proper footjob under the table.
Mammon's Reaction does draw attention, I mean Mammon's loud and chaotic so for him to go quiet and his face to be all red, his brothers are going to be suspicious and tease him. Though his brothers probably won't catch on to what's happening unless Mc makes Mammon cum. If Mc makes Mammon cum then everyone in the room will know what's happening under the table, or at least that Mammon is cumming. Mans is too loud for his own good, couldn't even hold back if he tried, which he did.
Mc can definitely get Mammon to cum if that's what they are wanting. Mammon won't cum instantly but it won't take too much work to work Mammon off. When Mammon cums he moans loudly, even with his hand on his mouth everyone can hear it, so all attention is on him. Mammon makes his case worse, instead of trying to play it off Mammon panics and just bolts, he's gone running to his room so fast, leaving Mc with his brothers and his mess. I like to think Mc would have learned some cool spell that could just clean up the mess so they wouldn't get caught, they could just pretend they have absolutely no idea what's wrong with Mammon. Mammon is gonna be mad, he got embarrassed, humiliated even in front of his brothers, but he will get over it. He'll probably be going to Mc's room or dragging Mc to his room by the end of the night. He may even come up with a plan to try and get Mc back, though his plans usually backfire on him.
Leviathan's Reaction:
I'm almost positive that Levi canonly sits across the table from Mc, so doing this with him would be super easy. Just don't push your luck too much, Levi freaks and scares easily, if he doesn't trust that he can sit across from Mc without going through this every time then he'll just stop sitting across from Mc. So it can only be done occasionally.
When Levi first feels something touch him from under the table he freaks out, not nearly as bad as Mammon's reaction but that's because Levi freezes, he becomes a deer in headlights. He freezes his body tenses up and he looks terrified to see what's touching him. When he looks under the table and sees it's Mc's foot, he tenses up more, his face going red, if Levi could become any more frozen he would. I feel like Levi just knows what's going on, he just knows Mc's not just trying to be cute and rest their foot on his lap while eating.
When Levi feels Mc begin to slide their foot up his thigh towards his groin he knows he's done for. Levi is aroused and flustered before Mc even begins to rub their foot against his groin. Levi is frozen in place so Mc has time to tease and mess with the poor okatu. Levi will not be hard to get off, so if Mc doesn't want to put him through that they have to be careful with how much they push and tease him. No matter how long Mc messes with Levi, he'll be sweating, mans is stressing, he's an anxious frozen mess. If Levi snaps out of his panic he may take off running for his room, but he'll be sure to send Mc a D.D.D message. He may yell at Mc over text but he'll also probably beg them to come to his room and finish what they started.
Levi's reaction could cause suspicion and draw attention. It really just depends how much attention his brothers are paying to him that day, say Mc pulls this trick when Levi's in the middle of ranting, then his brothers are obviously going to notice how he suddenly freezes up and gets all flustered and sweaty. Levi darting away to his room actually doesn't cause that much suspension just because he runs away to his room so often. If Mc makes Levi cum he surprisingly won't draw too much attention, he may squeak when he cums but then he's gone, darting off to his room faster than ever before, nobody has time to see the wet spot on Levi's pants before he's out of the room, going to hide away in his room for like a week. Mans is too anxious to go to dinner for a bit.
Getting Levi to cum would be extremely easy. You don't even need to get him to whip it out, which he wouldn't do mans is too anxious for that, what if one of his brothers saw? He'd never live down the embarrassment. Depending on Mc and how fast they want the experience to be over they can have Levi cumming within the first few minutes if not seconds. Trying to give our boy the benefit of the doubt, so let's say minutes. As previously stated his reaction is so Levi like that even if he cums he won't raise suspension, just hiding in his room before anyone even realizes he got up. It doesn't matter if Mc makes Levi cum or not, they will be getting a D.D.D message, it'll probably be Levi yelling at them all embarrassedly. Mc is required to go bribe their way into his room and give him cuddles and apologies. Then Levi may end up wanting to have fun again, in the safety of his room of course.
Satan's Reaction:
Satan seems like the type to sit across from Mc, I think he sits like across to the right or left of Mc not directly across from Mc, but there are occasions when he sits directly across from Mc. So it's not too hard to do this with Satan, but it is a dangerous game to play.
When Satan first feels something touch him from under the table he tenses up, he doesn't know what to think, maybe it's one of the cats he's been hiding in his room. Maybe the cat escaped, followed the smell of food and naturally came to him to beg for food. The only way to see if his theory is right is to look and see. ...looking down Satan is puzzled when he sees it's actually Mc's foot. A million thoughts and ideas scatter his mind and he can't figure what's going through Mc's until he looks up and sees Mc's mischievous smirk. As soon as Satan catches on to Mc's plans his face goes bright red, but he doesn't make a scene or purposely draw attention. He sees what Mc's doing as a challenge, he likes winning especially against Mc. It's almost better than winning against Lucifer..almost.
When Satan feels Mc sliding their foot towards his groin he knows the challenge has started. He keeps himself calm and composed besides his face being bright red and him occasionally clearing his throat. Satan will do absolutely everything in his power to not focus on Mc rubbing their foot against his clothed bulge. Satan is thinking about everything possible, the type of stuff that's instant turn offs to him. Satan does not go silent either, he uses conversations as a distraction so he sits there chatting about the most random things possible. If Mc's doing a good job and he really needs a distraction, he'll start a random conversation with Lucifer, he thought having a conversation with Lucifer would distract him, since he knew it would piss him off. Imagine how awkward that conversation would be, mans is unintentionally drawing attention to himself. Talking to Lucifer does piss him off, but it doesn't take his attention off Mc and their actions under the table. If Satan gets mad enough he might just grab Mc and drag them off to his room in the middle of dinner. He may want to win but he's not the Avatar of Pride so he's willing to admit defeat. However if Satan can control his wrath, he'll try and make it through the whole dinner. He'll only give up if he has to, he's not cumming during dinner with his brothers right there. Do you know what Lucifer would say and think? Satan's not giving that to Lucifer, that prideful bastard would hold that over him for the rest of his life. "Satan couldn't control himself at the table" The arrogant prick would treat him like a child.
Satan's reaction does draw attention and suspension from his brothers. One he's incredibly flustered the entire time, and he's brothers are always pointing out and picking on him when he's flustered. Two he's talking about the most random things, kind of sounding like Levi, and he's only like that when he's talking about a good book or crime show, or cats. It's not that his brothers think that Satan's a "calm person", but his brothers know he can usually hold a conversation. Three, he willingly started a conversation with Lucifer, one that seemingly wasn't supposed to be a prank or an argument, that's immediately suspicious. If Mc ends up getting Satan to cum it will only draw attention because he'll stand up and just bolts to his room, which isn't normal for Satan unless he's mad.
I don't think Satan would let Mc make him cum at dinner with his brothers. Satan has some restraint, and he'll know when he's about to finish, so I feel like he'd just stand up and excuse himself, but before he actually leaves the room I feel like he'd grab Mc and drag them off to his room with him. He may want to win the challenge but he's not determined enough to cum in the middle of dinner with his brothers. If he didn't do that then he'd definitely be messaging Mc once he's in his room, Mc started this mess now they have to finish it. Doing this to Satan is dangerous as Mc has now made it fair game for Satan to get Mc back, so do expect to be experiencing pay back sometime during future meals at the house of Lamentations. Who knows, maybe Satan will be bold enough to do it somewhere besides the house.
Asmodeus's Reaction:
Like with Mammon, I believe it's hard to sit across from Asmo but not as hard as it is with Mammon. I feel like Asmo sits next to Mc because he likes being close to Mc, Asmo like Mammon complains and argues usually when he can't sit next to Mc. But all Mc would have to do is ask Asmo to sit across from them so they can stare at his beautiful face during dinner and Asmo would be all over it.
I can see this going two ways I feel like it'd just depend on Asmo's mood and how goofy and horny he's feeling, the joking way I would say is that Asmo jokingly asks Mc if they are getting friendly under the table, just to realize that Mc actually is. But in seriousness here's his reaction: When Asmo feels something touch him from under the table he squeals loudly and dramatically drawing everyone's attention to him. Asmo goes to make a huge scene, but stops when he sees what touched him under the table.
When Asmo notices it was Mc's foot that actually touched him he squeals again, but this time it's more out of excitement, he knows what Mc's up to before Mc even has to do anything. Even though Asmo has all his brothers attention on him he plays it off like a pro, Asmo will start chattering about some make up brand or something that he's just been DYING to tell his brothers, when. In all reality hes just trying to keep their attention off of what's happening under the table. Asmo's face may get a little red as Mc begins rubbing their foot against his clothed groin but he mostly plays off his arosual extremely well. Asmo will gladly let Mc do as much as they want with this situation, if Mc wants him to whip it out under the table all they have to do is send a message and he's quickly but discreetly unzipping his pants and getting it out. Getting Asmo to cum would not be too hard of a task, you just have to be really dedicated and willing to deal with any repercussions getting Asmo to cum may cause.
Asmo's reaction while it's happening is not too suspicious, his brothers may think he's being extra chatty but besides that he'd hide it really well, Asmo's the Avatar of Lust, he has done all sorts of things and knows how to mask his pleasure well. But making it so Asmo cums could be a problem, now I think he's extremely capable of not being loud when finishing if necessary, but this is Asmo we're talking about, I feel like he's saying he's blessing everyone's ears by letting them hear him finish. But he may also not want to get in trouble, because then they may stop allowing Mc and him to sit next to each other, so he may keep quiet just so it can be done again.
Getting Asmo to cum wouldn't be too hard so if that's Mc's endgame then they're in luck, cause Asmo will let it happen. Asmo has no shame cumming in his pants, he may be upset if it's his favorite pants or undergarments, but he'll just make Mc go shopping with him. If Mc had Asmo whip it out, he'll use a napkin or something so they don't make a mess, especially if he's not trying to get them caught. If Asmo doesn't moan loudly while finishing then he just casual hangs out for the rest of dinner, Asmo will whisk Mc away after dinner, if not to have more fun then to just cuddle and hang out. If Asmo can't whisk Mc away then he'll definitely send a D.D.D message, probably talking about how much fun he had and how naughty Mc is, but he'll most likely mention wanting to do it again.
Beelzebub's Reaction:
It's not incredibly hard to sit across from Beel like it is with some of his brothers. Beel enjoys just sitting at a table with everyone he cares about and eating some good food, though that doesn't mean that Beel doesn't prefer when Mc is in a closer proximity to him then not, Beel just won't make a scene cause he doesn't want to ruin a good meal.
When Beel first feels something touch him from under the table there's like no reaction at all, Man's is focused on eating, he thinks one of his brothers just kicked him whether it was on accident or because he stole some food he doesn't care he's just gonna keep munching away.
When Beel feels something sliding up the inside of his thigh from under the table he finally looks under the table. Seeing it's Mc's foot Beel is a little confused, but he doesn't mind Mc touching him so he just continues eating. When Mc starts rubbing their foot against Beel's clothes groin Beel's face may get a little red and he may make "mmm~" sounds while he's eating but other than that Mc doesn't really get much of a reaction, Beel continues eating all the same. Mc fairly mistakes the lack of reaction as a lack of enjoyment and goes to remove their foot from Beel's lap completely. Beel gently grabs Mc's ankle, moving their foot back to his clothed groin. Mc's confused until Beel ruts a little against Mc's foot while still eating the whole time. Mc gets the point and begins rubbing their foot against Beel's clothed erection. Beel munches away happily, enjoying the pleasure from Mc and enjoying his food, it's one of the best meals he ever had if not the best meal he's ever had.
Beel's reaction does not draw suspicion from his brothers, Beel is always enjoying food so him blushing or groaning in enjoyment is nothing new to anyone who's ever eaten with Beel. If Mc makes Beel cum his reaction will cause attention to be drawn just because of what happens.
Mc could make Beel cum but that's a really bad idea. Mans may start choking on the food he's scarfing down, if Beel started choking all attention is going to be drawn to him, and in a very fast manner, he'd literally be choking, man. So cumming during dinner with his brothers doesn't happen for Beel but he will sit there and enjoy Mc just rubbing their foot against his clothed erection and basically edging him until dinner is over. After dinner Beel will willingly follow Mc to their room to finish things off, Beel's a hungry man so the favor will be returned. Beel is one of the only ones that will straight up admit he wouldn't mind if Mc did it again during a different meal, it made the meal all the better for him, even if Mc doesn't do it again, it'll be memorable for Beel.
Belphegor's Reaction:
It's honestly pretty easy to sit across from Belphie, Belphie is a brat about a lot of things, but where he sits during dinner is not one of things he's a brat over as long as he's sitting somewhere around Mc. It doesn't even have to be close to Mc, as long as he can see and hear Mc he's fine and surprisingly won't throw a tantrum. So sitting across from Mc isn't going to earn any whiny remarks from Belphie.
Belphie is half asleep when he first feels something touch him from under the table. He jolts awake in surprise, causing his brothers to look at him confused. Belphie ignores his brothers's weird looks and looks under the table, seeing it's Mc's foot Belphie's tired mind is nothing but confused. He can tell by the mischievous smirk Mc has that Mc's up to no good, but he's still too half asleep to understand Mc's plan.
It's when Belphie feels Mc's foot sliding up the inside of his thigh that he realizes what Mc's planning. When Mc's foot reaches Belphie's clothed groin and begins to rub against it, Belphie's face gets bright red and his eyes go wide, even though he knew that's where this was going he feels suprised Mc was brave enough to go through with it. Belphie may have been half asleep before this but Mc's actions are enough to have the Avatar of Sloth wide awake now. Belphie is a brat, one would expect him to cause a scene or do something bratty, Belphie even expected himself to do that. But Belphie doesn't throw a fit and grab anyone's attention, nor does he try and do something bratty. Belphie moves his plate out of the way and then lays his head down on the dinning room table, not because he's tired, but because he wants to hide his flusteredness and reactions from his brothers and Mc. Belphie will keep his head laying down on the table like he's sleeping the entire time Mc does their actions, but that doesn't mean he's not enjoying it. The fact that Mc's foot is rubbing against his clothed erection is a clear sign that Belphie's aroused and enjoying it, but Belphie occasionally ruts his hips, grinding against Mc's foot which shows he's really enjoying it and being a needy brat. Like usual. Belphie is at Mc's mercy, he'll oddly be a good boy and just sit there and take whatever attention Mc will give him. Because he's an attention whore.
Belphie's reaction doesn't draw suspicion unless he cums or makes too much noise while enjoying Mc's actions. Belphie falls asleep at the table often, he falls asleep literally everywhere, honestly his brothers probably looked over to make sure he wasn't laying on food and then his brothers probably went back to doing their own thing while eating. The fake sleeping act totally would work for Belphie with this. If Belphie cums he may draw suspicion but he could play it off by saying he had a nightmare, Belphie would moan all high pitchedly because he'd be trying to hold back and not make sound, not wanting to be embarrassed by his brothers, so he may be able to say it was more of a scream in fear, but that'll earn teasing too. If Belphie can't get them to not take any lie or excuse he comes up with, he'll try and put all the blame on Mc, he's a brat.
If Mc wants to edge him til dinners over they can, if they want him to cum in his pants they just have to push him over the edge and he'll let it happen. Maybe it's the scenario, but Belphie's brain just blanks, no bratty way to combat Mc's actions, nothing but enjoying the pleasure Mc's ballsy enough to give him during a meal with his brothers. If Mc chooses to make Belphie cum they have to be willing to deal with any consequences if there are any. The rest of the brothers would def make a big deal out of it, and punishments could be dished out. Idk if they'd be the kinky kind this time man. If Mc and Belphie don't get caught he'd hide the wet stain on his pants from his mess with his little cow pillow, then after dinner he'd head up to the attic or follow Mc to their room. He's got pay back to give and then cuddles are deserved. Truthfully I don't think Belphie would mind it happening again, I could see him honestly just liking Mc keeping him awake at random times by edging him, and meals would be one of those times.
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Genshin Men reacting...
.. to someone talking down on you
Including: Diluc, Ayato and Tighnari
Summary: after a very long day the last thing you expected to happen was to be confronted with some rude person making unnecissary comments. Your boyfriend catches wind of it and just can't let that happen...
Content Warnings: gender neutral reader; canon universe; established relationship; cursing; maybe slighly ooc; people being mean but getting told off; little bit (also mentioning) of bullying (I do NOT agree with anything that this character is going to say!);
Word count: 3.6k words
Please feel free to point out any grammar or spelling mistakes to me! Also, if the format or anything seems off, I apologize but this is my first post and I wrote this on my phone. I'm still trying to get used to all of this.
Ayato
Being with the head of the Yashiro Commission was difficult sometimes. Not because you didn't love him - Archons knew that you did - but rather because of his unique circumstances.
Given the position that he was in, many people had their attention on Ayato which was not always a good thing. He may have been a sweet and caring boyfriend, but only in the familiar surroundings of his estate, where all his servants had been ordered to not speak a word about your relationship.
Because, even though Ayato loved you, he didn’t want it to become public, mainly for two reasons. The first one being that he wanted both of you to be absolutely sure of your feelings for the other before announcing anything. Could you imagine the drama and talk in the town if he were to announce that he had a partner, only for them to be gone within the next few weeks because things just didn’t turn out the way he expected them to? Again, Ayato was sure of his love for you and he wanted you to be together, but he also wanted to make sure that you were certain as well.
His other reason for keeping your relationship under the radar was exactly the topic of attention. Not everyone liked being the center of it, even less if it was guaranteed that you would be the talk of the town for at least the next few weeks if you guys were to go public. He just didn’t wish for you to have to deal with any of that. Not when your relationship was still this new. And if he was being honest, he quite enjoyed the moments of solitude he could get with you like this.
Although, he had to learn the hard way that things could go terribly bad as well, if you keep them a secret for too long.
It has been a less stressful day today, so Ayato decided to go outside for a walk to catch a bit of fresh air and stretch his tired bones. He didn’t bother telling Thoma or any of the other housekeepers, they could handle themselves for a few minutes without him. And if they needed something urgent of him, he was sure he could still tend to it once he returned.
Walking out of the estate, Ayato decided on a whim to make this supposed short stroll indeed a longer one, so he could go to Inazuma City and maybe get himself a Boba he didn’t get to enjoy for a long time now. Maybe he could even grab a special one for Thoma to try and a more... reasonable one for you.
Happy with this idea and a smirk already forming on his lips, he quickly changed directions to the city.
Within an hour, Ayato arrived at the outskirts of the town. People started whispering among themselves, heads turning after him, questioning what he could want here, since he was not exactly a common visiter.
Most people only knew the Yashiro Commissioner from tells and tales, since he prefered to stay in his estate. Only for official gatherings of events did he come to Inazuma City, so what could he want here on the most normal of days?
Ayato didn’t pay it any mind though, as he casually walked up the stairs to where he knew his prefered stall was, but after arriving at the top, the peaceful atmosphere was quickly interrupted by two people arguing. One of which Ayato knew all to well.
“... said NO! How many times do I have to repeat myself?”
Normally, after hearing this, the Commissioner would not hold himself up with trivial arguments such as these. He would simply bring it to the attention of some nearby guards for them to deal with it. But, given that you were involved in this, he just couldn’t ignore it. Abandoning his usual procedure completely, he quickly made his way over to where he heard your voice coming from, able to hear the conversation taking place more clearly the closer he got.
“Come on! Why you gotta be so difficult? ‘S not like you’re already taken, right? So, just come with me and I’ll show you a good time, I promise~”
“Let go of me, you creep!”, you yelled as you yanked your hand out of his grip. You couldn’t remember for how long you had to deal with this insistent jerk already, but you were fed up. No matter how many times you turned him down, he just wouldn’t listen. You tried to be nice about it in the beginning, but you were starting to get annoyed now. People on the streets also started to watch this interaction, though no one stood up for you or wanted to help you, so you just had to take matters into your own hands.
“The Hell do you think you’re doing, you bitch?! I’m doing you a favour, inviting you to my home! Who the hell do you think you are, you worthless piece of -!”
While shouting, the man in front of you suddenly raised his hand. Realising, that he was about to hit you, you couldn’t do anything but close your eyes and just hope that it would be over quickly.
Except.. the expected pain never came. Carefully you opened your eyes again, only to realise that someone else now stood between you and your pursuer.
“Wha- the hell do you want? This has nothing to do with you!”
“Oh, but it has everything to do with me if you’re trying to hurt my partner. I can’t let that happen, now can I?”
You were too deep in shock, so you only realised now that it was Ayato, who was standing in front of you, holding that guys hand by his wrist, effectively stopping him from hurting you. His words however only setteled with you a few seconds later. But once they did, you just couldn’t help but stare at him dumbfounded.
“Your... FUCK!”, the man suddenly yelled, janking his hand out of Ayato’s grasp and then ran from the scene like the devil himself was chasing him. The Commissioner didn’t pay it any mind though, rather focusing his attention on you.
“Are you alright, my dear?”
“Yeah, but... Are you? I mean.. you basically just announced our relationship to the entirety of Inazuma..”
“Don’t think of that now. Let them know, I don’t care. So lang as you’re safe, and by my side, I couldn’t care less.
With that, he slowly pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly, not paying any attention to the staring and whispering bystanders. And he meant what he said, nothing mattered more to him than you and your safety.
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Diluc
Having a relationship with Diluc was not how you had expected it to go. Of course you had feelings for this man for a long time - otherwise you wouldn't have gone into a relationship with him - but you also went into this expecting him to act like his usual self. All stoic, feelings kept under control, never knowing what he was thinking.
But, as a matter of fact, Diluc was nothing like that over the course of your relationship with him. At least, when the two of you were alone or at the comfort of the winery, where he could trust the people around him. Diluc was very much an affectionate and protective lover, always making sure to communicate his thoughts and feelings with you, even if it was a bit awkward for him in the beginning.
It all came as a surprise for you, but it definetly wasn't an unwelcome one. Naturally, it still took his time until he fully opened up to you, told you everything about him. It was the same for you, since you had to deal with some unpleasant events from your past as well. But you managed to help each other through it together, and slowly but surely, you could say that you were starting to feel happy again. Each day with Diluc by your side made you feel like you won the lottery of life itself.
It was still a rather young night, yet you were already halfway through your shift at Angels Share. You had offered your boyfriend to help him out at the Tavern from time to time, which he reluctantly agreed to, but seeing you work happily behind the counter, glad that you could help out your boyfriend, made him feel relaxed as well. At least, for the time being. He still made sure that you wouldn't be overworking yourself or had to deal with any rude customers if he could prevent it.
But, as always in life, happiness doesn't last forever.
As the night went on, more and more people started to gather at the Tavern, most of them looking for some form of relaxation after a stressful day full of work, or just to casually meet with some friends and have a nice chat over some alcoholic beverages. You were working together with Charles, switching between mixing the drinks and serving them to customers, when the door opened again, accompanied by the sound of a little bell hanging above it, signaling that a new customer just walked into the tavern.
“Hey there, welco-..”, you turned to greet the new face, as you always do, but as soon as you recognised the person, your voice died down and the warm smile you usually had on your face also dropped. It couldn’t be. You really thought that you never had to see him again. You were not prepared for this. Charles, who was standing beside you, picked up on your change in behaviour, but had no idea about anything, so he couldn’t really do anything either.
The guy coming into the tavern took a quick glance around the interior, then decided to take place on one of the stools by the barcounter. “Just get me a glass of that dandelion wine that you guys are soo famous for.”, ha said in a dismissive tone while waving with his hand.
Without so much as a word, you went straight to it, hoping that he wouldn’t recognise you, since it had been so many years since you last saw each other. At one point while you prepared his drink, you could feel that he started staring at you. Trying to ignore it, you continued with your work, willing your hands to stop with the shaking. ‘He is just a normal customer. Just keep breathing, you got this’, you kept telling yourself, hoping that it would help calm your nerves.
“Hey... do I know you from somewhere?”
You froze for a second, hoping that he wouldn’t remember or just brush it of. You didn’t answer as you served him his drink, but it would seem that luck won’t be on your side today.
“Wait.. is that you y/n?”
Now the panic really started to settle in, your eyes widend as you looked at him, which was all the confirmation that guy needed.
“I knew it! And seems that I was right about you as well, seeing as you’re working as a mere server here. Told you you could never make something out of you!”, he laughed as he snatched the drink from the counter.
“Okay, I think that is enough.”, Charles chimmed in, having heard the whole thing.
“Chill, I’m just telling the truth. They never had anything to show for themselves, even when we were younger. And by the Archons, your looks didn’t improve either.” He laughed even more after that last comment and you couldn’t do anything about it. You wanted to stand up for yourself, say something to him, insult him back, really just anything. But you were too much in shock, frozen in place, barely able to process what was happening right now.
“Surprised you’re even still in Mondstadt. I thought you had run of to Liyue or whatever, seeing as nobody here would want you as their partner. I mean, what so you have to show for yourself? Definitely not money or looks. Bet you can’t even please someone.”
“That’s it. Get out of my bar, right now!” You heard his familiar voice, but you were too scared to look up, fearing that you would just be able to see the face of that one person you hated more than anything.
“Huh? Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?”, the guy spoke as he stood up, trying to intimidate Diluc by standing right in front of him, but your boyfriend wasn’t impressed by it at all. More than anything, he was beyond pissed of with that guy.
“I’m the owner of this Tavern, and I’m telling you now, in a nice way, the get out and never set foot in here again. And if I see you here again, or harrassing my partner again, I promise you, it will not end well for you.” Diluc was speaking in a slow and calm manner, but the hidden rage was easily detectable. Your old bully picked up on it as well, as he went past Diluc and out of the Tavern without another word.
Your boyfriend made sure that he was actually gone, before immediatly making his way over to you and embracing you in his arms. It took a little for you to register but you soon clung onto him like your life depended on it, only noticing that tears were escaping your eyes once his coat was already drenched in them. When you realised that, you shoved him away from you.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to -!” You were interrupted by your boyfriends hands softly holding onto your face, making you look him in the eyes.
“Don’t you dare start apologizing to me. You didn’t do anything. I should be the one saying sorry for not arriving here sooner.”, he said, as one of his thumbs slowly brushed over your cheek, which made you smile a little bit.
“But you came, and that’s all that matters. Thank you, Diluc.”
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Tighnari
Your relationship with the fennec fox was a very loving one, but also a very exhausting one. His life as a forest ranger was a very busy one, so he often didn’t have as much time for you as he or you would have wished. Nevertheless, you guys always managed to make up for the lost time, no matter how little you got to spend together.
Tighnari treated you with so much kindness, you could basically feel his love and adoration for you with his every word and action. Of course he still kept his foul mouth, even in your relationship, though you knew that he never had any ill intend. And even if an insult did come out of his mouth, directed at you, he always said it in such a loving way that you just couldn’t get it in any wrong way.
Usually, the two of you would wake up in the morning together, either one of you staying in the others cottage almost every night. It became such a normal occurance for you, you couldn’t even remember the last time you slept alone in your bed. Not that you mind, though. You loved waking up to your boyfriend holding you close to his body, feet entangeld with his own, your face pressed against his chest.
If you were to ever tell anyone how affectionate this fox really was, they would probably just start laughing and call you crazy. Everyone knew Tighnari as this stoic, stern man who puts his research above everything. In reality, you were his number one priority, nothing else. When you thought about that, you couldn’t help the smile that began forming on your lips, while you slowly reached out to softly stroke some stray hair out of his face.
Normally, Tighnari would be awake way before you, but today was one of the rare occaisions where he actually slept longer than you, allowing you to admire his beautiful resting face and relaxed expression.
“Enjoying yourself?”, your boyfriend suddenly spoke, his morning voice sounding a bit rough, but it just made you adore him even more.
“Very much so.”, you answered gleefully, as Tighnari slowly opened his eyes, keeping the eye contact with you.
He looked at you a few more seconds before mumbling a quiet ‘Good morning’, then leaning towards you to give you a small kiss to your forehead.
“We have to get up now..”
“Ugh.. can’t we stay for five more minutes?”, you groaned, not quite ready to get up just yet.
“I’m afraid not. We both have long days ahead of us. The sooner we get all of it done, the earlier we can be back again.”, Tighnari said as he already began to peel himself out from under the covers, dragging you along with him in the process because he knew if he didn’t do that, you would just fall back asleep again.
You both went to your morning routines as usual, grabbing something to eat before you both went your seperate ways to take care of your duties for the day.
You and Nasrin were assigned to patrol the forest today, so you went to find her to discuss how you two would be handling it togehter. Meanwhile, Tighnari was staying behind in the village today, since he had some catching up to do with his research and also work on new doses of medicine for Collei.
Time went by quickly while Tighnari was focusing on his work - surprisingly not being interrupted even once - that by the time he leaned back and allowed himself a small break, the sun was already starting to set, though it wasn’t quite sunfall yet.
He was just about to focus back on his work to get a few more pages done, when his ears picked up on some unusual noises outside. He noticed that it was some distant shouting that he was hearing, by an unfamiliar voice at that, so he decided to check for himself what was going on there.
He exited his cottage and quickly located the source of all that noise by the village entrance. He didn’t think much of it in the beginning - probably just some travellers or adventurers who got lost in the forest again and were now complaining about it - but as he got closer and recognised the person on the receiving end of the shouting as you, he wasn’t as relaxed anymore.
“What the hell was even the point of doing all this if you can’t even secure my goods?!”, the man in front you kept shouting, not letting you get a word in. In all honesty, you were getting frustrated and annoyed at that guy.
Here you were, trying to help him when he was getting attacked by a hoard of fungi in the forest, and he had the audacity to complain to you about not being able to save his goods for him. Not like you were busy fighting those monsters of while he cowered behind you like a little kid.
“Look, as I tried to tell you -!”
“I mean, what is a merchant even good for without his fucking merchandise? How fucking incompetent can you be?”
That was the third time the man cut you of and now you had enough of it. You were about to go of on him as you saw your boyfriend approaching from behind the guy. You knew with one glance at his annoyed face that the guy was in for it, so you just couldn’t help the smirk forming on your lips, which the guy in front of you also noticed.
“What the hell is there to smirk about, you little-!”
“Excuse me, I would very much appreciate it if you could stop talking to my partner like that.”, Tighnari said, very matter of factly.
The guy turned around, still pissed of about the situation. “Oh yeah? Then maybe tell your little, incompetent partner to do their fucking job right, then I wouldn’t have to do that!”
“Oh, so you mean, saving your life wasn’t part of their job? Should they rather have secured your goods, leaving you to fend those monsters of by yourself?”
That shut the man right up. You could see his mouth open and close, again and again, trying to come up with some sort of retaliation, but not being able to find one.
“I suggest that you apologize to them and then get out of my village because I sure won’t let someone as rude as you stay here. And make sure to keep clear of the forest, there won’t be any nightly patrols today.”
Clearly fed up with this whole situation, the guy pushed past you, not muttering another word, as he went on the path that lead straight back to Sumeru City. Tighnari had half a mind to go after him, drag him back and make him apologize to you, but he came to the conclussion that that wouldn’t be worth all the effort.
Instead, he let out a long sigh, than looked back at you.
“Are you alright?”
“Yes, just really annoyed with that guy. Honestly, what was even his deal?”
“Some people just see themselves as the center of the universe. Don’t think about it too much.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t. Besides, I think that was pretty cool, how you told him right off. Very attractive~”, you said.
“You Lummox”, Tighnari said as he quickly turned around to hide his red cheeks. You laughed and quickly caught up to him again so you two could start your well deserved evening toghether.
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there’s a season 4??? omg i was just about to cancel my netflix subscription LOL also i didn’t proofread this so my bad if there are grammar or spelling errors i’m sooo sleepy rn but thank you for requesting! <3
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your heart was beating out of your chest as your uber finally stopped in front of the gates of your university. if it wasn’t for ricky shen and his idiots of a group of friends constantly being late last semester, your university would have never updated their policy of not giving attendance to any students who came to class later than 10 minutes within the scheduled lecture session.
“fuck.” you muttered under your breath as you started bolting to your campus. the large compound was not helping at all with you already being 5 minutes late. you wished you ran more in the mornings, or maybe went to the gym more often — why were you already out of breath?
as you continued running, even climbing 2 flights of stairs because the lifts were taking forever, you were quickly approaching a bunch of people ahead of you walking in a slow pace. “excuse me,” you said in a slightly loud voice, it worked for most of the part as most of the students moved out of the way — except for one.
of course it had to be him. nothing could ever get through his thick head it seemed. as a result of bumping into ricky, his phone fell out of his hands, followed by a loud thud that you swore the entire hallway could hear as the device hit the floor. “what the hell?” he mumbled as he looked behind him in complete shock.
his face distorted into what could only be described as disgust when he was met with the sight that unfolded before his eyes. you. “do you not watch where you’re going?” he asked, a lace of sarcasm was palpable in the tone of his voice. if you had more than 3 minutes before you were officially declared absent, you would’ve retorted back; but you didn’t.
rolling your eyes, you continued speed walking, thankful that you made to class in time. so did ricky, unfortunately. there wasn’t much seats left given that you were late which made you have no other choice but to sit together with ricky at the same table. you didn’t want to spare him any look as you know you’d die out of disgust for him, so your eyes wandered to his phone on the table.
it had a prominent crack across the screen, and you were almost 100% sure you caused that. you pressed your lips together, a pang of guilt suddenly washing over you the longer you stared at his phone. you knew he could easily afford a new one, but you were a bigger person than him, and you acknowledge your mistake unlike him.
but at the same time, you did not want to apologise to him. not because he doesn’t deserve it — you just don’t want people thinking you’re friends with him if they saw the two of you talking.
you didn’t hate him at first, but seeing the way he acted at the beginning of the year was enough reason for you to hate him — and the fact that he’s just never had anything nice to say to you amplified your hatred even more.
letting out a soft sigh, you muster up all the courage to apologise to him, because once again you are a bigger person than he’ll ever be, and you admit to your mistakes. your hand reached out to his, gently tapping it to get his attention.
ricky’s eyes darted to the side when he felt your touch, he was almost taken aback. if he gave it a thought, this was the first time the two of you had ever had any kind of physical contact. he gave you a slight head tilt, motioning you to explain why you wanted his attention in the first place.
upon seeing the way he reacted to you trying to call him, you fought back the urge to roll your eyes at how brazen he was. “sorry for breaking the screen of your phone.” you pointed, your voice sounded sincere to him. ricky almost scoffed at your apology, though. were you actually apologising? over something so small? he wasn’t even holding it against you, since his phone has had that crack since over a month now.
he was going to explain to you that you weren’t the one that caused the cracked screen — but an evil idea had popped into his mind right before he could say anything nice. it was like he was physically incapable of being nice for any longer than 3 seconds.
a smirk started to form on his face as he looked you in the eyes, which almost made you back away from him completely. if you were not in the middle of apologising, you would’ve definitely said something smart-assy to him by now.
you gave him a weird look as he narrowed his eyes, “are you really though? sorry?” he asked, leaning his face closer to you. you had to look around the class for a quick second to make sure that you weren’t actually the only one in the class, and that this was actually happening to you. you leaned into your chair to back away from him, nodding your head as you do so, “i–i am…?” what was intended to be a statement turned into a question instead.
hearing the uncertainty in your voice gave ricky more leeway to tease you, “you sound unsure yourself,” his face was smug as he leaned back, finally giving you room to breathe normally. “can you just accept my apology like a normal person?” you retorted, you physically couldn’t stop yourself from saying something snarky to him as he had successfully gotten on your nerve with the sudden invasion of privacy he just did.
his head immediately turned to look at you, almost shocked that you had said something rude not a minute after apologising to him. a part of him wanted to laugh too, you were making his job way too easy.
he shrugged as his gaze returned to the powerpoint slideshow your professor had opened up. “seems like you’re not actually sorry,” he paused, raising his phone to your eye level. “this isn’t cheap to fix, you know.” he finished, another sly smile forming on his lips.
“god, what do you want me to do then?” you scoffed, not actually meaning what you had just said. ricky held back a laugh, “if you were really sorry, you’d let me kiss you,” he didn’t actually mean it, though. he just wanted to see you flustered and embarrassed. his gaze once again diverted to you so he could catch a glimpse of your reaction.
your eyes were wide as you tried to process what he had just said, and if you had actually heard it correctly. but he said it loud and clear — there was no way you heard it wrong. “are you serious?” you asked in disbelief. ricky nodded, winking at you afterwards. “ricky, fuck you.” you bursted, rolling your eyes at his demeanour.
“would you, though?” he continued, his annoying smile only widened. “you’re so annoying.” you added, hoping one of your words would at least make him stop talking to you. you weren’t even sure why you were still entertaining him. ricky leaned closer to you once more, “and you’re not actually sorry, because if you were, you’d do as i ask.” he whispered, a soft chuckle following him at the end of the sentence.
your professor, all the way at the front, all of a sudden had shut the lights off inside the auditorium. he was telling the class of a 10-minute tutorial video he was about to show for everyone to see.
an idea popped into your mind at that very moment, seeing it as an opportunity. it wasn’t like anyone was gonna see the two of you in the big, and dark auditorium — and ricky was already inches away from your face. you decided to let your impulsive thoughts win this time — and for a good reason! you convinced yourself
swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat, you quickly grabbed ricky’s face — not giving it much thought if you were being harsh. ricky’s eyes were still adjusting to the dark when you suddenly started tightly grabbing his face. the next thing he knew, he could feel the warmth of your breath on his lips.
you could somehow smell ricky’s breath — it was sweet, contrary to his characteristics of a complete degenerate. his lips were soft, and he almost immediately kissed you back. you expected nothing less from someone like him, of course he was an extremely good kisser.
before you got carried away, you immediately broke off the kiss. you tried your hardest to look tough, glaring at him although you weren’t really sure if he could see you. “now stop bothering me.” you warned him. your eyes finally diverting to the big screen in front of you.
ricky wanted to say something to annoy you, but he was genuinely too stunned to form any sort of coherent words. for the first time in his life, he decided to stay quiet. he was completely shocked that you would actually kiss him, without giving it a second though or whatever.
and he was taken aback by how good you were at kissing, it almost made him want to kiss you again. but you hated him, so he couldn’t do that. his heart was banging in his chest, he could physically hear it. but he wasn’t supposed to feel this way? you hate him. and he likes making you find more things to hate about him.
he turned to look at you again, to make sure the kiss had actually happened. to his surprise, you were also stealing glances from him. the two of you immediately looked away, eyes widened at the awkward eye contact. what just happened?
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Black eyes
I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes and how poorly written this is.
Sorry Eun-hyuk, but I really need to get to my room. Carefully I slip past everyone trying not to get myself notice. Nobody was really guarding the door to the stairs, so if I'm quick and silent I can sneak upstairs. With my axe on my back, I slowly open the door after I unlocked it.
It made a little noise, but nobody came to investigate. I let out a deep breath when I finally closed the door fully behind me. Okay, that's done. The only thing I have to do now is get to my room alive and in one piece. I look up at the many stairs letting out a sigh.
Up to the thirteenth floor, I go.
I feel bad for Hyun-su that he has to do all those stairs every day. Every time I complain about it to Eun-hyuk he just brushes it off. It's the only way that everybody can survive. Risking someone's life for your own is just selfish and wrong. I try to convince him to let me go with Hyun-su, but he won't let me. It's like he doesn't want to risk my life even though Hyun-su and I are the same.
I took a break from walking when I came to the seventh floor. Until now I haven't heard or seen anything that could attack me. Maybe the monsters left the building seeing that they couldn't find someone to kill.
I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard something from behind me. It sounded like something was coming up the stairs. Carefully I walked to the banister trying to see if something was coming. It took me a minute, but I saw what looked like a shadow coming up the stairs behind me.
Whatever was behind me was just one floor behind, so I had to think quickly. The door to the seventh floor stood open so I quickly slipped inside. Leaning my back against the wall I try to listen if I could hear it coming this way or if it would just pass me.
I held my breath when I hear it coming closer, but it just stopped suddenly. A frown came to my face when I just stood there a minute not hearing anything anymore. Did I imagine it?
Slowly I came from behind the corner looking into the stairwell.
Nothing.
Nothing was here. Carefully I fully came into the stairwell looking upstairs if it had passed without making a sound. I couldn't hear anything. It's like it disappeared in thin air.
"Mi-na."
A soft voice came from behind me together with a hand on my shoulder. A yell came out of my mouth while I spun around to see whoever was behind me.
"Hyun-su?" I breathe out holding my chest.
He was standing behind me with his spear in one hand and his backpack on his shoulders.
"What the hell are you doing here? Are you following me?" I question looking him up and down.
"I uhm I." He stammered avoiding eye contact with me.
"How did you even get out of the backroom? Eun-hyuk never let you out at this time of the day."
He scratches the back of his neck before looking up at me.
"Mr. Han saw you sneaking around with your axe, so he asked if I could go after you just in case." I slowly nodded my head.
"But how the hell did he convince Eun-hyuk to let you out?"
He opens his mouth to answer but quickly shut it to think more about his answer.
"He didn't. It was his turn to stand guard. When nobody looked he had grabbed my stuff and let me out." I just know Eun-hyuk is going to be angry when we get back to the first floor.
I shook my head, putting my arms over my chest.
"You don't have to worry about me. Just go downstairs and take a rest you're already exhausted as it is, and I don't want you to make it worst by babysitting me." With that, I turn around and began my journey again to my room.
For a few seconds, I could only hear my footsteps, but that quickly change when another pair was heard behind me. Looking over my shoulder I saw Hyun-su walking behind me.
"Hyun-su, go. I'll be fine." I noted turning around looking down at him.
For once I was taller than him and saw him looking up at me with his big puppy eyes. "I know. But it is something I want to do."
He answers still looking into my eyes. It's the first time he let his eyes stay on mine for more than just a few seconds. I let out a sigh already regretting my decision.
"Fine. Just don't push yourself for me."
He gave me a nod telling me that he understood what I meant. Silently we began to make our journey further up the stairs. It was already late in the evening making it darker than the stairway normally was.
The both of us were quiet trying to hear if something was there and trying not to alert any monsters that we were here. A few times we stopped in our tracks thinking we heard something, but it always seem to be nothing.
We were both just on edge walking around in the dark like this. Finally we reached the thirteenth floor. It was only a couple more steps before we would reach my room safely.
I was just hoping that the monsters had to sleep too and is doing it somewhere far away from here. When we reached the door I quickly unlocked it and walked inside.
It was weird to be back here after these couple of days. Everything was just like I left it like there weren't monsters running around killing everyone in their paths.
Turning around I saw Hyun-su standing at the door looking down at his shoes.
"You know you can come in, right?" I asked making him look up at me.
"Y...yeah I.. I just. Never mind." He mumbled walking inside and closing the door behind him.
I walked to my bedroom, grabbing a backpack from somewhere on the ground. Looking around I began to grab some clothes that were laying around, before walking to my closet. I stop walking around when I pass my mirror.
The girl in front of me was covered in sweat, dirt, and blood. Just putting on new clothes is not going to help a lot. My eyes when to my bathroom. I could easily take a quick shower.
Throwing my bag on my bed I walked to my door to talk to Hyun-su. He was looking around but quickly turned to face me when I called his name.
"Hyun-su, I'm going to take a quick shower to get rid of all the blood and stuff. If something happens give me a yell okay?" He nodded his giving me a soft okay.
I'm so happy I can get this dirt off of me. The dried-up blood has been itching in some places. The shower felt like heaven after all those days covered in dirt, sweat, and blood.
Wrapping the towel around my body I carefully stepped out of the shower. I turned around to look at my clothes when I saw that they weren't there.
"Shit," I mutter out realizing in had forgotten them in my room.
I tighten the towel around my body before opening the door. I look at the bedroom door and saw that it was half closed and I couldn't see where Hyun-su was, which mean he couldn't see me.
Trying to be as silent as I can be I walk to my bed grabbing my shorts and two shirts.
Suddenly the hair on my neck began to stand up, making me quickly turn around. My eyes widen when I saw Hyun-su standing just some inches away from me.
His eyes were covered in the black color I have seen before, together with that big smile on his lips.
"Hyun-su, what are you doing?" I mutter out, putting a tighter grip on the towel.
His head tilted to the side, just like a confused puppy would do.
"Can you get out I need to change?"
I took a step back hoping to great some distance, but it only made him a step forwards.
"I wonder."
It was still his voice. It was still Hyun-su's voice. I know that, yet it gave me the creeps when it came out of his mouth.
"What?" I asked confused moving further backward.
"I wondered for a long time why he held on." That sentence didn't help me figure out what he meant. I swallow thickly before speaking up.
"You have to be more clear if you want me to know what you mean." I was still walking backward not liking the closeness between me and him, but that was cut short when my back hit the wall behind me.
Shit.
"He doesn't want to give in. And I was wondering what the reason behind it was." Is he talking about Hyun-su not turning in a complete monster?
I know that this was his monster side and it had taken over him completely.
"Maybe it is because he's strong enough to resist." A chuckle left his lips before shaking his head.
"Maybe. I don't know honestly. He was close to turning in the beginning but over time it change. I don't think the reason behind it is because he wants to help those ungrateful people downstairs."
Not everyone downstairs is ungrateful for what he was doing.
"Well, if you ever find out you can let me know, but for now I don't care. Now, if you would like to excuse me I need to get dressed."
I was about walk past him when he grabbed my shoulders slamming me into the wall I just leaned against.
I could feel it break the moment my back and head made contact with it. I wanted to fall on my knees because of the hit on my head, but his grip was so tight that he held me up.
"What the hell?!" I hist grabbing with one hand one of his wrists.
"There is something about you." While he spoke his grip tightened on my shoulders making it seem like he would break them any second now.
"Something is hiding behind your eyes." My breath began to quicking, while the room began to spin around me.
"He knows."
Shut up I hiss at the voice in my head. This isn't the time to come out now.
"If I don't he will hurt you or maybe kill you." I shook my head trying to get the dizziness out of my head, but it didn't really help.
"I don't know what you mean," I answer back hoping he would back off.
The answer I got was his hand gripping my throat slowly squeezing it.
"Hy...Hyun..su thi....is...is...nt.... y... you." I choke out digging my nails into his hand that was only tightening.
"How do you know huh?! You don't even know me enough to be sure this isn't me."
A gasp left my mouth when I felt myself being lifted up from the ground.
"I spe...nd eno...ugh tim...e wi.. yo..u to know th...ath it is...t tr...ue." I gasp out feeling how with every word he tightens further and further.
"Why are even spending your time on me? Normal people stay away from me. Are you just hanging around me to use me like the rest of those idiots downstairs?!"
I could feel myself slipping away.
I had to do something before it was too late.
I'm sorry Hyun-su.
I place the hand that was holding his wrist on his chest, making him fly backwards through the door. He came down with a horrible cracking sound. A deep breath rush through my lungs the moment I hit the ground with my feet.
My eyes when to Hyun-su who was still laying on the ground emotionless. Coughs left my lips while I took a few steps toward the door, but came quickly to a halt when I hear laughs coming from his body.
Without even giving him a chance to stand up I shut the door locking it. I'm pretty sure he could break the door if he wanted to, but this was all I got for now. Taking the clothes from the ground I quickly put them on before he could come in.
My whole body hurt while I was putting them on, but I didn't slow down. When I was done I stop moving and try to listen if I could still hear him. To my surprise, it was completely silent except for my ragged breath.
Did he leave?
Did he change back to himself?
I lowered myself to the keyhole to see if there was anything I could see, but everything seemed to be normal. I can't stay here forever.
What if they send someone up here and Hyun-su is still not his normal self? Or what if he's stupid enough to go out by himself? I'm pretty sure his monster side doesn't mind fighting another monster seeing last time he wanted to kill one.
Biting the inside of my cheek I began considering what I could do. I can still heal if he would do something to me. It would be better if it was me than somebody else. I let out an annoying sigh before taking the door knob in my hand.
It would be smart if I had a weapon on hand, but there was nothing in my room I could use to defend myself with. Besides my axe is just a few steps from where I was now. I don't want to kill him with it, but I could use the blunt end to hit him if it was necessary.
Okay, this is no big deal.
Carefully I unlock the door before opening the door slowly. I poke my head out first to see if he was near, but that didn't seem the case.
Did he just leave?
Idiot.
With slow steps, I walked completely out the door hoping I could reach my axe before something could happen. I had taken only a few steps when I was tackled to the ground.
For the second time today, my head hit the something hard. I began to thrash around trying to get away from Hyun-su who seem determinate to hurt or even kill me.
At one point I had managed to push him off and to crawl away, but he quickly grabbed my ankle dragging me back to him.
It was a struggle for the both of us, but at the end he had pinned my wrist next to my head while sitting on top of me.
For someone who doesn't has a lot of muscle he's damn strong.
"Get off!" I yelled trying to get my wrist free from his grip.
He shook his head still with that smile on his face.
"I want to see them!"
"What?" I asked completely confused.
"Show me your eyes."
What is he talking about?
My eyes are open...
Oh
"I don't know what you're talking about."
He let out a laugh.
"You think I'm stupid!" His grip on my wrists tightened with every word.
"Show me!"
I shook my head refusing to give in. I can't let him find out. He would know that I have lied to him this whole time.
"Hyun-su stop! This isn't you! You're letting your anger control your actions!" I yelled, but my words didn't seem to go through him.
I have to find a way to snap him out of it, but unlike the last time hurting him doesn't seem to help.
A scream left my lips when I felt my left wrist snap underneath his hand.
"This is the first of many if you don't show me." He hissed putting pressure on the broken wrist.
A gasp left my lips when I felt the bones grind together.
"O...okay! Okay!" I sobbed looking at him from my wrist.
He needs to snap out of this, but hurting him doesn't seem to work anymore. I watch him lean closer and a thought came to my mind.
When he was close enough for me to reach him I push upwards placing my lips on him while closing my eyes.
I could feel his body freeze and I thought he would push me off, but he did nothing at first.
I felt his grip grew weaker around my wrist so I quickly sat up higher putten my hand with the un broken wrist on his cheek.
A few seconds after my hand touched his cheek I could feel pressure on my lips. I have no idea if this was the real him or if the monster was playing games with me.
Slowly I pulled away from him opening my eyes. He was breathing hard with his eyes still close.
I was scared if they would open I would see black, but when they opened his eyes were back to normal.
A confused look was on his face, but it quickly changed to a shocked one before he pushed himself off of me moving far away from me.
"I. I didn't. I'm so sorry." He mutters out looking at me.
I shook my head sitting up completely now with my broken wrist in my other hand.
"It's okay," I whisper giving him a small smile.
He shook his head standing up.
"No, it's not! look at your wrist!" I stood up wanting to walk closer to him, but he just took a step back shaking his head.
"No, don't. You should stay away from me like I have told you befor. You are hurt because of me! I'm the monster everyone is afraid of."
I wanted to speak up and argue back, but before I could even utter a word out he ran to the door grabbing his backpack and weapon before leaving me alone.
Without thinking I ran after him hoping I could calm him down.
"Hyun-su wait!"
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Hey, it’s been a long time since I posted something 😅. This is a oneshot with the original character from my fanfic that I’m still working on. I think I’m going to wait until season two of Sweet Home to post it. Because I’m curious how they will continue it. Plus I want to see if my ending is going to end up well with the beginning of season two.
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Today I Saw The Whole World {1}
Chapter 1 - Out of body, out of mind.
Summary: You are Sam Winchester’s twin sister, cursed with the same blood running through your veins. When Sam begins experiencing his visions, you too discover a new skill. You can see into the veil.
Warnings: none really for this chapter, some mentions of violence, dissociation and an out of body experience.
Word count: 1.5k
Notes: This chapter follows the first season of supernatural, I’m planning to write further into the show in later chapters. This is kind of a trial chapter so feedback is appreciated. Also there may be some stuff that doesn’t quite fit with the show and that’s because I’m too lazy to go back and check, but who cares because it’s fan fiction and I can do what I want.
Also the title is a song by pierce the veil, which I thought was fitting. So please excuse the pun.
edit: went through and corrected some spelling errors. Apologies for any bad grammar that I missed.
“Y/N?”
“Hmm?” You blinked slowly, snapping out of your reverie and turning your head towards Sam who furrowed his brow at you.
You had been doing it again. Watching the people absentmindedly. You had grown a habit of doing that recently; within the last few weeks or so, people seemed to catch your eye more frequently. At first it was only one or two every few days, when you were well charged before a hunt and they would only be there for a few seconds before vanishing, but now your sightings were coming closer together and often lasted slightly longer. The people were peculiar; like they were oblivious to most of the world around them. They always seemed faded at first, until you put all of your focus into what you were watching, drowning out everything around you. You had been watching a woman perched on a bench beneath a lamppost. She was young with a sad look about her face, and wore her hair pinned neatly in an up-do. The woman wore a dark pink corset dress that seemed too formal for some park opposite a shitty motel en route to a shitty town in Arizona, and you found that despite the brightness of the lamppost beaming down in the darkness, no shadow was cast around her. Rolling the ring which sat on her left hand between her index and her thumb, she watched the world go by in front of her. Her gaze was off though as if she was watching the world through a screen and wasn’t actually in the room. That was until her striking blue eyes settled on your face hidden behind the motel room window.
Sam followed your eye-line out of the window to the bench to find that you were staring blankly at nothing. “Are you listening?”
“What? Sure.” You mumbled, eyes flitting back to the now empty bench before finally focusing on your brothers who were gathered around the table. You didn’t miss the worried look that Sam shot Dean.
“So you’re clear on the plan?”
“I-“
Dean let out a deep sigh and dragged his hands across his face to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Sweetheart, you have to listen. It’s important.”
“I know” you rubbed at your eyes with the heel of your palms. You had found yourself becoming increasingly weary as of late. “I’m sorry.”
Dean’s features softened as he rose from the table, his chair squealing on the cheap titled floor, and crouched down next to you on the sofa. He was able to cross the space in two strides. “Where’s your head at, kid?”
You shook your head. If you were going to be totally honest even you didn’t know. You were confused; seeing things that were there one minute and then gone the next was hardly harrowing. “I don’t know.”
”Y/N/N, whatever’s going on you know you can tell us right?” Sam spoke next, you hadn’t realised he had moved from his chair to be near his siblings. “Is it like my visions?”
The three of you had recently discovered that Sammy was having visions in his sleep, at first you all thought that they were nightmares but soon realised that they were visions once he predicted the outcome of a hunt. He had pondered whether you were experiencing something similar, considering the two of you were twins, and not only shared a birthday, but a similar mindset too, though you had shown no signs that something was very different.
“You have to tell us if something is wrong.”
You knew that, of course you did. And you would tell them. Once you knew what was happening. Dean was smart, Sam even smarter. You figured they would figure it out before you did anyway, you would just have to lie to them for a while so you could have a headstart. “It’s nothing, I promise. I’m just tired after all the hunting we’ve been doing recently. I need more than 4 hours of sleep.”
Sam let out a low chuckle. “Get some sleep then kid. We’ll brief you tomorrow.”
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That night you slept restlessly; it hadn’t taken long for you to drift to sleep to the soft murmurs of you brothers, but once you were asleep, you didn’t stay that way for long.
Sitting up abruptly, your eyes were immediately drawn to the bright light of Sam’s laptop illuminating his face in the dark room. The second thing was Dean’s heavy snoring from where he was sprawled out across the bed he had claimed as his.
Sam seemed elbow deep in his research; he didn’t react as you groggily swung your legs over the side of the pull out couch and made your way into the small kitchen.
“Sam? What are you still doing up?” You asked, peering over his shoulder. You knew that annoyed him. He was reading up on ghosts and their ability to move about the veil. Ghosts? Tomorrow's hunt was a demon hunt.
“Sammy?” You waved your hand across his face, trying to get his attention. He didn’t react, instead his eyes flicked tirelessly across the screen and he took a swig from one of the many bottles scattered about the papers on the table.
“You know it’s rude to ignore people, Samuel.” You told him rolling your eyes at the mess. Still, he made no reply.
“Fine.” You turned away. “Be like that, assface.”
You reached out to pick up one of the empty bottles from the table, only to find your hand passing through it. You recoiled quickly, taken back by the motion. You reached out again, trying to grip the cool glass around your calloused hand only for the same thing to happen again.
“What the-“ you muttered.
You made your way over to try to shake Dean awake since Sam had decided to ignore you, and that was when you saw it.
Your own body, curled up beneath a blanket on the pullout sofa.
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It was a firm shake to the shoulder that woke you up. The sunlight was seeping between the thin curtains and your two brothers were moving about the motel room gathering all of their stuff. You groaned and turned away from the hands on your shoulders, trying to bury yourself within the warmth of the covers. But the hands rolled you back over.
“Nope. Come on sweetheart, time to get up.” You peeled your eyes open to see Dean’s meadow green ones staring down at you.
Sighing, you pushed yourself up and rubbed the sleep from your eyes before beginning to get ready to leave for the hunt. You couldn’t help but reflect on what had happened last night.
“Man, I had the strangest dream last night.”
“Like vision weird?” You twin asked from across the room, stuffing your clothes into a well worn duffel since he had already packed his own and was going to go stir crazy if you didn’t do yours soon.
“No.” You shook your head. “Nothing like that. It was definitely a dream but it was so…lucid. It felt real.”
Dean was still sceptical that you weren’t having visions. You had started acting strange when Sam had started getting his visions and it took him a while to come clean about them, but Dean knew that you were more stubborn than your twin; you were a Winchester after all. “You wanna tell us about it.”
“Well…” you started “there wasn’t really a whole lot to it. I woke up here. Everything was almost exactly as it was when we left it last night. Dean was passed out in his bed and Sam was up researching. Then completely ignored me, even when I waved my hands in his face and read all of his stuff over his shoulder.” You turned to your brother who was looking at you quizzically. “You weren’t even researching anything useful for the hunt. It was completely random.”
“What’s so weird about that?” Dean asked through a mouthful of leftover fries he had pulled out of the fridge and decided to stuff his face with instead of throwing them away.
You grimaced at the sight. “Well, when I tried to clean up the mess you two left, my hand went straight through the bottle. And then… and then I saw myself. Asleep on the couch.”
“Huh.” Dean said. “That is freaky.”
“Y/n…” Sam asked cautiously, “what exactly was I researching?”
“Ghosts? I don’t know. I was kinda freaked out by my own body.”
Sam was silent. It worried you, but it was when he turned his laptop around to face you that your complexion paled. Sam had been researching ghosts.
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AN: I felt bad that I deleted this story 😭, I lost all motivation for writing it and I didn’t realize that people actually liked it 🙏😔 forgive me. I’ve been trying to figure out what I’m gonna do for the plot so I think I came up with something I like so hopefully it will go good. I also fixed some grammar mistakes and spelling errors so hopefully it’s all good now mb if there still some
Context: Your father had fallen sick causing you and your mother, along with your father, to move villages. Needing help from the Tsahìk. Ronal discovers that you were interested in learning about herbs and healing she began to take you under he wing teaching you everything she knew as if you were the Tsahìk in training. After she and Tonowari learns that you haven't been able to make friends thought the years you've been in the village she (forces) suggest that you hang out with Ao'nung and his friends hopping that will help.
Ngaytxoa: Sorry , Apologies
Nari si skxawng: watch out moron
Za'u : come here
Kaltxi sa'nu, sempul : Hello mother, father
'itetsyìp : a name for daughter
Mawey: calm down
Irayo: thank you, thanks
Fnu: be quiet
I see you | Chapter One
As (Y/N) grew up she could tell something was wrong with her father, Every week it seemed that he had gotten weaker and weaker.
It had gotten so bad he eventually was on permanent bed rest having to be cared for by her mother at all times.
Having such a close bond with her parents she never left their side unless she had to run an errand for her mother.
Through the years of being by her mother's side and the frequent healers that could come and help, she began to study and learn from them
Taking mental notes and practicing in her own time she learned what things mixed with what, and what you should and shouldn’t use.
It was the only thing that kept the little girl's mind off of the terrible situation.
As time continued to pass, on (Y/N)’s 12th birthday just when it had seemed like everything was getting better and her father had seemed like he was healing just fine
It seemed to immediately shoot back down and he had fallen ill once again now even worse.
His body turned immune to the medicine that he was given.
The girl's mother was deeply frustrated and in pain from seeing her mate in this state.
Her mother began to shut down, hardly talking to anyone and never leaving her mate's side. Focused on one thing which was taking care of her mate, making sure he was getting the help he needed.
When (Y/N) tried talking with her mother she would only reply in short responses. It hurt the poor girl, she now finds herself wishing she had a mother again.
Soon enough the healers decide to talk your mom into traveling to the nearby village where they had more healers and the Tsahik that was able to see what was exactly going on.
It did not take long for your mother to decide on an answer and immediately began packing up bags. (Y/N) could not complain and only helped her mom pack.
Traveling to the village took about a day and by the time the family arrived in Awa’atlu, it was night.
The only light sources were the torches that were scattered around the Marui huts, the bioluminescent plants in the water, and the bright stars that were shining above.
(Y/N) was swimming on an ilu next to her mother who was on her skimwing with your father laid in front of her.
When they had come into the village's view, a loud horn reached their ears announcing their arrival as they continued to move closer.
Finally, they reached the land and immediately her father was carried away by some men, which (Y/N) would assume they were taking him to the healing hut. Her mother quickly followed shortly leaving (Y/N) all by herself.
The little girl stood there unsure of what to do, her mother and father were out of view so there was no way she would be able to find them without getting lost, this village was much bigger than her previous one.
Tears begin to cloud over her eyes piling up, threatening to spill down her aqua cheeks.
This whole journey she tried to put a strong face for her mother and father, she knew they were already dealing with a lot and didn’t want to worry them.
But once her parents were out of sight, that wall that she so bravely built up slowly began to break down.
Tears were now sliding down her face as they dropped into the sand below.
A gentle hand was laid on her shoulder. (Y/N) looked up and with her blurry view she could make out a woman in front of her slowly crouching down.
The woman’s hands move from the girl's shoulder to caressing her cheeks, using her thumbs to wipe the tears that slipped out.
“Hello my child, please do not be sad. Your father is in good care now.” The woman’s words reassured (Y/N). “I am the Tsahik, may I know your name sweetheart?” Ronal asked the small child in a soft voice, afraid of startling her.
“(Y/N)... (Y/N) te Ftxey Aman’ite, Tsahik” She replies shyly with quiet sniffles, using the back of her hand to wipe the tears away from her eyes.
“(Y/N), You have a beautiful name..Let's grab your bags and I will walk you to new Marui. It’ll be close to the healing hut so you can see your parents then.
Ronal smiled and stood up grabbing the bags that were sitting in the sand. Ronal swung some of the bags over her shoulder and then looked back at (Y/N) who was doing the same actions.
Ronal reaches her hand out to the little girl, (Y/N) hesitated at first, I mean after all this was a stranger, but then grabbed the Tsahik’s hand, and they began to walk further from the water and into the village.
“You will like it here, I promise”
"Ngaytxoa Tsahìk!" You said to the older woman once you had arrived in the healing pod where there stayed your father along with some other injured and sick members that the healers were helping with.
On the way to the pod one of the aunties had asked you for help with carrying a basket of dried kelp for weaving and it took a little longer than you thought.
"It's alright (Y/N), as long as you're here now. I have a list of herbs I need you to collect for me really quick and then we began the lessons" Ronal said as she was finishing wrapping a younger boys arm then proceeds to grab a list off the table handing it out to you.
"Of course, I will be back shortly!" You say smiling, grabbing the list before leaving the pod.
You began to walk down the paths to collect herbs from where ever they stay. Some were different fruit and roots where you had to scavenge for and others were stuff you could get from different farmers around the island.
Once you finished you waved bye to the farmers with your filled basket you had been carrying, having all the herbs from Ronal's list in it, making your way back to the Tsahìk.
On your way back you stop for a second as you watched some of the Metkayina girls the same age hanging out together, some were braiding each others hair while others were talking probably gossiping about the newest drama that had rumored around the village.
You let out a sigh with a small frown.
You wanted to make friends but it was as if they avoided you like you were the plague.
You hung out with Tsireya a couple times but her other friends always pulled her away from you or Tsireya was busy taking her own lessons from her mother so you guys never had an actual hang out without someone coming to interrupt.
Shrugging off the sad feeling that began to rise, you begin to continue your way back.
As you were about to walk in the pod you accidentally runs into someone almost falling back at the impact.
Catching yourself, you stands straight and looks at the person you ran into about to apologize before your eyes widen as you realizes who it was.
It was one of the girls who Tsireya was always hanging out with.
"Ngaytxoa.. I didn't see you there." You say say embarrassed and looks down as if the ground was the most fascinating thing.
The girl could only scoff in annoyance and roll her eyes not bothering to pay attention to you before walking off muttering some words that you just barley heard purposely hitting your shoulder with hers.
"nari si skxawng"
You could only brush it off and continue to walk inside.
"Tsahìk I'm back! I have all the stuff you asked for." You announced as you pushes past the door to the table about to set down the basket.
"za'u (Y/N), with the basket" Ronal motioned as she was sat down on a mat with Mortar and pestle in front of her along with some water.
Turning back around you follow the orders and sets the basket down by the Tsahìk before sitting in front of her.
"Let's get to work shall we?" You could only nod her head and with that Ronal began to teach you.
"Alright, thats enough for today. Did you understand everything?" The older woman asked while standing up with the new paste you both had just made in a bowl
"Yes, thank you for teaching me" you say responding before helping Ronal clean up.
"Do you want me to walk with you back to your Marui?"
"No, I'm gonna stay here for a little bit. Thank you." And with that Ronal nodded as her eyes softened with her smile faltering before leaving the healing pod back her to own Marui.
You let out a weary sigh before walking to the back of the pod to a more secluded area where he father stayed.
"Kaltxi sa'nu, sempul" You greet your parents knowing you wouldn't get a response back, only a small nod of acknowledgment from your mother who had her back towards you while laying a new cloth on your fathers forehead.
"how is he doing?" You crouch down next to your mother sitting on your knees as you observe.
After a long pause of quietness, your mother finally spoke up looking at her daughter.
"he's getting better now, thanks to you and the Tsahìks help" Aman (her mothers name) spoke to her daughter as she reaches forward and brushes a stray hair behind your ear before caressing your cheek.
You could only lean into your mothers touch.
Aman had gotten better at talking to her daughter again after the Tsahìk had scolded her for not paying attention, neglecting, her own child. She needs a reality check.
"It's getting late, you should head back to our Marui" Aman spoke to you bringing back her hand before checking on her mate once again.
"Will you be coming back with me this time? You asked with hope in your eyes that her mother would finally come home for once but once yoy looked at your mothers face with a sadden expression, you knew it wasn't going to happen.
"I'm sorry 'itetsyìp. Not tonight.."
You say nothing and nod. You got up and gave your parents both a quick peck on the cheek before leaving making your way back to your family's Marui.
You could feel tears fill your eyes but you refused to let them fall wiping them with the back of your hand letting out a shaky sigh.
Before you reached the Marui a hand landed on your shoulder startling you causing you to jump letting out a quiet yet loud shriek.
"Woah, mawey (Y/N)!" A familiar female voice said as you turned around to see Tsireya.
"Sorry for startling you, my mother asked me to grab you to have dinner with us! My father and Ao'nung had caught some extra fish and we can't eat it all~ come on" Tsireya said while grabbing your arm locking it with hers not waiting for an answer before pulling you in the direction of their Marui pod.
The two girls reach the pod and Tsireya walks in holding the door open for (Y/N) to walk in.
You mutters a quiet thank you giving the girl a smile before greeting everyone that was now sitting down getting ready to eat.
"Irayo Tsahìk, Olo'eyktan for having me over."
"No worries (Y/N) come in sit down next to Ao'nung" Ronal says smiling before telling Ao'nung to scoot over to make more room to which he only rolled his eyes before moving.
You sit down and everyone began to eat while the family made small talk with eachother while you just stayed quiet listening, only talking if they asked for an opinion or a question.
While eating you swear you could feel a burning gaze watching you, when you lifted your head and turn you meet Ao'nung's eyes staying back into yours.
Waiting for his eyes to pull away he never did and continued to stare, with what look in his eye? You couldn't exactly tell but you swore there was an extra sparkle.
Finally getting the hint he wasn't going to back down you quickly look away with blush creeping on your cheeks and continue to eat.
"(Y/N) have you been making any friends, you know the girls that Tsireya hangs out with?" Ronal asks looking at her causing all of them to go quiet and listen.
"Uh...well..not exactly...I guess they are always busy when I try and hang out with them.." you says now playing with your food in awkwardness.
"What? Tsireya I thought I told you to take in (Y/N) and make sure she was not being left out" Ronal questions her daughter in disappointment.
"Well...Ngaytxoa sa'nu...I thought they were hanging out with (Y/N). Ngaytxoa (Y/N)" Tsireya frowns upset that her friends weren't being nice to you.
"It's alright, I don't really need to hang out with them anyways I'm good with just hanging around with you Tsahìk" you could only smile reassuring the family theses no need to worry.
"Nonsense! (Y/N) you are still a kid. As much as I like having your company You need to go hang out with people your own age sometimes." Ronal replies to you.
"Why don't you hang out with Ao'nung and Rotxo! Rotxo is a good boy. Very respectful and I'm sure Ao'nung would be happy to have you hang out with him, right Ao'nung?!" Tonowari speaks up looking at Ao'nung.
Ao'nung's mouth is open astonished that his father even suggested that. "What? Why does she have to-"
Before he could finish his sentence his mother interrupts him with a harsh glare making him immediately shut up.
"Right Ao'nung?" Ronal says smiling yet still glaring at the poor boy who could only nervously avoid his mothers fiery gaze.
"Yes. She can hang out with us tomorrow..." he grumbles out shoving the last bit of food in his mouth no longer paying attention to the conversation that was going on.
"See (Y/N) there you go, You have some people to hang out with." You could only smile with a nod before going back to eating.
A little bit later everyone was finally done eating you began to help Tsireya clean up the plates.
"(Y/N) you don't have to help Tsireya. Ao'nung will walk you to your Marui" Tonowari told you with a hand on your shoulder grabbing the dishes that were in her hands.
"Oh no it's alright-" (Y/N) began to speak but was cut off with Ronal shaking her head telling you no before pushing you toward the door where Ao'nung stood muttering words under his breath that you couldn't make out.
"Okay then...goodnight, thank you for having me over for dinner" You smiled waving bye to them as you exits the Marui with Ao'nung following behind.
You and Ao'nung walk to your Marui in silence.
While you were in your own world thinking to yourself , you didn't notice a certain boys eyes on you.
Ao'nung couldn't help it, He found the Metkayina girl beautiful. But the boys ego was too high for him to talk to you and confess his attraction.
He could only play it off with being annoyed. I mean it sorta annoyed him. He never had a full conversation or even looked at you straight in the eyes..So why was he attracted to you so much. It made him frustrated.
He remembered the first time seeing you was when he got in an argument with another Metkayina boy that resulted in flying fist and so there he sat with a bloody lip and a cut on his cheek.
And out of all the healers he gotten (Y/N) to patch him up. The whole time she was making the paste she never said a word and he was thankful because the last thing he needed was another person asking what happened.
When it came to the girl applying the paste all he could think about was how her soft hands gently applied it to his cheek muttering apologies as he hissed from the sting.
But if he was being honest the butterflies in his stomach distracted him more.
He didn't realize until she was done that he had been admiring her face. Staring mostly at her darker aqua marking that were scattered framing your face, and the bioluminescent freckles sprinkled all over. How her hair was done in traditional Metkayina style (picture whatever you like) and it complemented her well.
Ao'nung snaps out of his thoughts and comes to a halt as you both stand in front of your empty Marui.
"Thank you, I'm sorry for causing you trouble.. I can just say that I'm busy tomorrow so I don't have to hang out with you" You say thanking him as you shyly stare at the ground.
While Ao'nung wanted to tell you 'no don't be! I actually want to hang out with you and get to know you' before he could think, all that came out was a
"Fnu" Ao'nung shouted and it came out a lot harsher than he meant. His eyes slightly widen with his ears lowering in embarrassment.
It made you jump a little taken back from how harsh his words came at you.
"Ngaytxoa. I'll see you tomorrow." Ao'nung said, this time in a softer voice. And with that he quickly walked away back to his Marui pod and you enter yours.
Yet another sigh of disappointment left your lips as you rub your face in frustration.
'Alone once again..'
#atwow#avatar the way of water#atwow x reader#atwow imagine#avatar x reader#aonung x reader#ao’nung#ao'nung x reader#☆ — ao’nung ˖˚⊹
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A BAD BOY AU — Y.JW one shot
PAIRINGS badboy!jungwon x fem!reader(reader's last name is Choi)
GENRE romance, fluff, bad boy au, slightly suggestive, short.
wc.
WARNING slightly suggestive, kissing, swearing, pinning, weird grammar, and probs spelling mistakes ykyk not proofread sorry²(i think that's all!!)
a/n: hi!! Chapter 5 in stay with me fic will take longer than expected,,, i wanna just post this bcs its been in my drafts for quite a while 😵💫
"L-let go." You say, as you try to pry open from his hold. He playfully smirks, and his grip tightens.
"Why would I, when you seem to be enjoying this, Ms. Choi." He teases, pinning your wrists on the wall.
"Enjoying this?!" You whisper-yelled in disbelief, "you jerk! You must think that all girls are in to you!" His eyebrow raises in amusement.
"Well you're wrong!" You screamed at his face.
"What makes you think I'm wrong, Ms. Choi?" He pushes further against you. He's now closer. You feel his hot breath fan your forehead. You feel heat start to radiate from your cheeks.
He wasn't as tall as his friends, but tall enough to tower over you. He made you feel so small under him.
"Because....Because I'm not into you!" Pfft. Y/N, are you sure? "I'll never be!" You added. What you said seemed to amuse him more.
"Oh really? That's not what your eyes said earlier..." Amusement lacing his tone, he chuckles, angling his head to your ear. He whispers, "Admit it." his breath tickling the sensitive skin of your ear.
"Fuck, eyes don't talk— just let me go!" You squirm from your position.
"Ah-ah. Where's my 'please'?" His finger lifts your chin up, letting go of your other arm.
"Ugh! Yang Jungwon, I don't need to say please— mmmph!-" you were harshly cut of when you felt his lips press to yours. You shut your eyes, feeling the soft flesh of his lips come in contact with yours. He pulls away, "you taste sweet, Ms. Choi... Do you use flavored lip balm?" He casually asks you, as if he didn't literally kiss you seconds ago.
"What...." you mutter out in utter shock. What. The. Fuck. Was. That.
"Yang Jungwon, what the hell was that?! Why would you- why would you kiss me?! What if someone saw us—"
"Ms. Choi." He says,
"What?"
"Shut up, will you?" He rolls his eyes at you and walks away, leaving you utterly shocked.
You frown, slowly lifting up your fingers to caress your lips.
Did.... Yang Jungwon.... Just kiss me?
"He did what?!" You friend's voice echoes throughout the whole café.
"Shh! Lower it down will you?" You scold your friend. Looking around to see if anyone was looking, most likely annoyed. "Yeah. All of what I said is true," you sigh, wishing it was all a nightmare that you had to wake up from.
"Then that idiot casually asked me if I used lip balm after he..." your face cringes, you shook your head, unable to say the word 'kiss'. "Anyway, can we stop talking about this? We literally have to finish this." Placing your hands once again on the keyboard.
Your friend nods slowly, stifling a laugh seeing your serious face. Lips tightly clasped together, and furrowed eyebrows.
The next day arrives, you do your usual routine. Wake up, take a bath, brush teeth, change clothes, go to school, and go to your rightful class.
Except that today... you were not in your designated class. You were with Jungwon, getting cornered on the wall of the school's storage room. Memories from yesterday start to flood your brain, causing your cheeks to flush.
Will..will he kiss me again?
That little echo in your brain annoyed you to the max.
Thr reason you ended up here was because of that stupid little note. With a heart. And a smiley face. You assumed that he wanted to apologize for being a fucking tease yesterday(and for kissing you), however truth hit you like a truck. You knew Yang Jungwon wasn't one to apologize, so you should've known better.
But, if you knew that it wasn't his intention to apologize, what made you go anyway? Did you perhaps enjoy the kiss...?
"You came." He says, his voice containing a hint of playfulness. As if he was saying that there was a different meaning behind his words.
"I did. What did you wanna tell me?" You ask him, straight to the point.
"Straight to the point." He throws his head back, chuckling. And he looks back at you with that mischievous glint in his eyes.
"As always."
"Jungwon, what do you want?" You say firmly, not wanting to waste anytime. It was only exactly 27 minutes left before class starts. And your never late to class.
Great job, Y/N. You shouldn't have went.
"Heh. I like the way you say my name." He smiles, his thumb slowly making its way to your cheeks, " Can I call you by your name, Ms. Choi?"
Your breath hitches, feeling his thumb rubbing your cheeks slowly. "I.. I— No!"
You slap his hand away, obviously flustered.
"I'm serious, I'm going to be late if you don't stop this bullshit."
"So impatient." He sighs, voice growing deeper, "leave then." He nudges his chin to the direction of the door.
You glance at the door.
#enhypen x reader#enhypen angst#enhypen scenarios#enhypen#enhypen smau#enhypen fluff#jungwon x reader#jungwon ff#jungwon fanfic#angelsunoo#yang jungwon
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Raring
Pairing: Joakim “Jolly” Karlsson x reader
Word Count: 863 Cross posted Wattpad
cw / tags: smut, breeding kink
18 + MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Authors note: Alrighty I’ve decided to finally start posting my fanfics I have always wrote them just for me but never posted any publicly and decided to finally just bite the bullet and go for it. I am gonna apologize in advanced I’m not very skilled my grammar and spelling may be slacking but desperate times come desperate measures. There is simply not enough bad omens fanfics especially not about Jolly, Nicholas and Folio so that’s what I’m gonna shoot mainly for. Noah gets enough attention as it is so now it’s the rest of the bands turn. That being said if you have any suggestions or ideas DM me or put it in my ask and I’ll do what I can to write for you 🖤 I am still down to write about Noah I’d just really prefer the other three especially Joakim because he is the love of my life even if he doesn’t know it yet 😅
I love criticism. Tell me what you like and what you don’t. Feel free to drop suggestions. Just bare with me I will eventually get the hang of this lol.
P. S. I suck at titles so I apologize I’m advanced for that
Joakim had managed to seduce you into bed for the 3rd time today already having made you cum once with his mouth and once with his fingers before whisking you off to the bedroom yet again.
He practically throws you back onto on the bed before quickly stripping out of clothes and climbing on top of you kissing you hungrily. He takes his time marking you covering your breasts in hickies before roughly pinning your arms above your head and forcing your legs apart.
He grabs his shaft and roughly slides his tip up and down your folds teasing your clit with it covering himself in your slick arousal. You were already so sensitive it almost hurt. Your entire body shuddered in response to his cruelty. You can't help but try to grind your hips against him desperate for some relief.
"Ah...fuck Joakim please" you cry out "Just fuck me already!"
"Such a needy girl aren't you baby" he chuckles lining himself up with your entrance before slowly sinking into you bottoming himself out. He stills deep inside you giving you a moment to adjust to the familiar sting of his size. He leans down and kisses you sweetly before slowly pulling himself almost all the way out of your soaked cunt. He roughly slams his cock back into you making you yelp into his kiss bringing tears to your eyes from the oversensitivity.
He can feel you clenching around him quickly building up to your third orgasm of the evening and knows you won't last much longer. He also knows the second he feels you spasm around him releasing yourself all over him he will instantly be a goner too.
"Where do you want me to cum pretty girl?" He rasps hot breath tickling your neck "do you want me to fill you up? Put a baby in you?" he teases
His words cause you involuntarily clench harder around his throbbing cock. Joakim notices, smiling deviously down at you as he continues thrusting roughly in and out of you.
" I see, I see" he chuckles darkly "you love the idea of me filling you up don't you Princess?"
His words alone are making your head spin your third orgasm growing closer and closer with every passing second. He thrusts deeper, and faster than you thought possible his massive cock brushing against your cervix with each stroke pushing you closer and closer to coming completely undone around him.
"You want me to fuck a baby into you don't you Raring? You love the idea of being round with MY baby" you moan in response and he shakes his head clicking his tongue at you before brushing your hair off of your sweat slick forehead and tucking it behind your ear
"Use your words baby. Look me in the eyes and tell me what you want from me" he coos using his thumb to lightly circle your clit, teasing you just enough to leave you whimpering and begging for more.
"Please, please Daddy use me" you begged looking into his eyes struggling to get the words out between feverish moans "I need you to fill me I wanna feel you "
His eyes darken. He grips your hips so tightly you are certain there will be bruises tomorrow. He thrusts into you with such force it causes the bed frame to slam against the wall with each stroke.
"I know you're close baby, let go cum for me" he groans and that was all it took to send you toppling over the edge. You screamed out his name clawing at his forearms as he continued to hold you still and thrust into you with all his might. A few seconds later he spills into you filling you with his warm cum. He collapses on top of you sweaty and out of breath. You both lay in silence trying to catch your breaths as you feel him soften still inside you. You absentmindedly play with his hair brushing it out of his face while rubbing his upper back.
After a few more minutes of cuddles he finally pulls himself off of you, both of you wincing as he pulls out. You attempt to get up to clean yourself but he pushes you back down hovering above you.
"Nope. uh uh I was serious y/n"
You furrow your eyebrows in confusion
"I am giving you a baby. You are gonna lay your ass down and stay there filled with my cum. You better get used to it because it's gonna be a daily occurrence until I finally make you a mom" he says
"I'd like that" you smile up at him "for the record I think you would be an amazing daddy"
He smiles and leans down kissing your forehead, then your belly then your lips before climbing out of bed and cleaning himself up. He throws on a pair of joggers and gently helps you a pull on a pair of panties and his t shirt careful not to spill any of his seed before turning on a movie and pulling you into his chest where you doze off dreaming of your future family
#bad omens band#jolly#jolly karlsson#Jolly fanfic#joakim jolly karlsson#joakim Karlsson fanfic#Bad omens smut#bad omens fan fic
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Jealous Neteyam
Warnings: hair pulling, choking, tail pulling, breeding, degradation, mean teyam, smut, porn without much plot, use of daddy, aged-up neteyam, and fem reader.
Word count: 818
A/N: I don’t know what this is as I wrote it spontaneously. If there is anything wrong with it like spelling, grammar, or anything else I apologize. I hope you enjoy reading!
It was the first time you and Neteyam had a moment alone in months and he was incredibly pent up. He dragged you to his room without saying a word and threw you on the sleeping mat. He then stripped you down entirely, way too quick for you to process what was happening. Before you knew it, teyam was balls deep inside you and pulling your hair.
“What’s wrong, princess? You can’t keep up with Daddy’s big cock?” Neteyam said tauntingly as he rammed into you roughly from behind.
Your moans and whimpers filled the warm air as you tried to respond, but could only mumble out incoherently, “Please aaahh~ too much~ aaahhh~” Your moans cut you off every time you tried to speak. This made Neteyam chuckle out loudly as he went even faster and harder with his brutal thrusts.
“Are you fucked dumb already? My little slut can’t even keep up with Daddy’s big cock. Last I checked you were the one walking around the village in that tight loincloth. You were begging to be bred by Daddy and you know it.” Neteyam then let go of your hair and used his hands to choke you roughly and grab at your hip to pull you back against him. The change of angles caused him to ram directly into your G-spot every time he thrust inside of you.
“I'm sorry Daddy! I wanted to look good for you! Aahh~ can I please cum Daddy?” This caused Teyam to laugh mockingly and go faster as he spoke.
“Fuck no! You have teased me and been a brat all day! Bad girls don’t get to cum.” Teyam put his body weight on your upper back, forcing your face and chest into the sleeping mat beneath you. He leaned on you entirely and thrust into you even harder, beginning to get close. As you tried hard to not cum, he reached around your hips and began roughly fondling and circling your throbbing clit. He took his hand off of your throat and began to stroke and tug on your sensitive tail.
“Teyam if you keep doing that, I won’t be able to stop myself from cumming!” you tried to warn him as he rubbed, tugged, and rammed into all of your sweet spots. Teyam only grunted and moaned softly in response, ignoring your pleas. Suddenly, the pressure of your orgasm became too much to stop and you came around his length. You moaned loudly as you came, forgetting all about Neteyam’s warnings.
“Fuck! You’re so tight around me princess! I am going to breed this little pussy, fill you with my seed and make you full and pregnant. Fuck, I’m cumming!” Neteyam came hard, filling you with cum. He shallowly continued to hump your walls, making sure that he didn’t lose a drop of cum. After you both stopped to catch your breath, Neteyam spoke once again, “You disobeyed me, slut. You know I have to punish you now.” He feels you begin to squirm in his hold, desperate to escape the incoming spanking.
“I’m sorry Daddy, I didn’t mean to cum! You were just too good and I couldn’t help it!” You whimper out through hiccups and whines. Your pleas proved to be useless as Neteyam laid on his back and pulled you on top of him so that your face was buried in his neck. Suddenly and without warning, Neteyam began to spank your asscheeks full force. Slaps and whimpers rang through the stuffy room and before you knew it, your punishment was over.
“See, 15 spanks isn’t so bad. Next time listen to me and I wouldn’t have to punish you.” He softly strokes your hair and rubs your sore ass to soothe you. He shushes softly to comfort you and reassure you as hiccups and sobs escaped your lips.
“I’m sorry daddy, I didn’t mean to be a bad girl!” You repeated those words like a mantra as you nuzzled your face deeper into Neteyam’s neck. Your nose nudged his sweat glands and the smell of grass and the sea breeze filled your nostrils. His scent calmed you down some, but not enough to let you relax fully. Neteyam held you close to him as he began to hum softly, stroking your hair until you drifted off to sleep. By the time you woke up, you were cradled on Neteyam’s chest, your ass had soothing cream across it, and everything from last night had been cleaned up. Soon after you awoke, Neteyam stirred and spoke to you.
“Good morning, princess. You aren’t hurt from last night, are you?” Neteyam held you close and looked at you with a face of soft concern.
“I am a little sore but I am alright, sorry for being bad last night…” You muttered guiltily. Neteyam chuckled softly before speaking,
“Don’t worry my love, I could never be angry with you.”
#fanfic#Avatartwow#neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan#Neteyam x reader#Jealous neteyam#Neteyam breeding#rough smut#Neteyam smut#Avatartwow fanfic#Neteyam x y/n
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Obey Me! Older Brothers react to: Mc telling them "You look so handsome when you lie to me."
Other parts can be found here: Younger Brothers
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Lucifer
Mc had stopped by to see Lucifer after dinner. Knowing Lucifer was busy as his paperwork was never ending, Mc had decided to bring him some tea to try and help him out, Lucifer proposed that Mc stay and keep him company for awhile and Mc had happily accepted, this is what led Mc to be tiredly sitting on one of the couches in Lucifer's study, mindlessly playing on their D.D.D. The hours passed but everytime Mc looked at the mountain of paperwork Lucifer had to work on it always looked the same, actually Mc could almost swear it grew a few times. Mc was getting to the point where they could barely keep themselves awake, their eyes were heavy and their head kept bobbing as they would nod off and wake up just as fast.
Mc really wanted to stay up and keep Lucifer company, it was the only help he would let them provide. The fight to stay awake was becoming increasingly hard as they realized how warm the study felt and how comfy the couch felt. Was the couch always this comfy? It was probably just due to how tired they were, but the couch felt like a soft pillow engulfing them and luring them to sleep. "If you are tired you should go to bed my dear" Lucifer's deep comforting voice almost pushes Mc straight to sleep but they reluctantly sit up with a yawn and a stretch. They want to protest but when they turn and see the serious stern look on Lucifer's face they decide not to, instead they sigh and stand from their place on the couch. Walking over to Lucifer, with a tired wabble in their step, they wander over to him sitting at his desk, rubbing their eyes they smile tiredly. 'goodnight Lucifer' they mumble before quickly kissing the oldest brothers cheek. "Goodnight Mc, rest well" Lucifer runs his hand across Mc's back comfortingly as they turn and walk towards the door to his study, Lucifer is back to focussing on his paperwork just as quickly. He doesn't notice Mc pause in the doorway of the study and give him a glance over, even though they know it's useless Mc says- 'you should go to sleep soon too Lucifer. Sleep is important the paperwork can wait until tomorrow' Mc isn't suprised that Lucifer doesn't look up from his paperwork and Mc isn't suprised that he still doesn't look up as he tells them a white lie to try and ease their worries- "I'll head to bed soon Mc, I'm just going to finish a few more papers. You don't have to worry"
'You know, you look so handsome when you lie to me Lucifer.' That sentence has Lucifer looking up at Mc suprised but amused, he's suprised Mc called him out for lying and amuses they did it while complimenting him. Lucifer fights hard to not smile at Mc, instead he flashes a playful smirk at Mc. Once Mc leaves to go to bed he finally lets himself smile and maybe even blush a little. His human was getting bolder and he would need to be more careful on what lies he told them, he might just have to say certain ones more often if he'll get to hear Mc tell him he looks handsome while lying again. Lucifer spends the rest of the time he's awake doing paperwork thinking about Mc. I imagine hes like a teenage girl when their texting their crush, like mans is kicking his feet hes all smiley and giggling on the inside, on the outside mans is cold stone so nobody would ever know, but Mc should definitely do it again. He gets pride being complimented or praised by Mc, he loves Mc calling him handsome mans eats it up, yes Mc stroke his ego some more and it made him being called out on lying more playful. Not like the lie was a harmful anyways. He just genuinely enjoyed the experience and even if Mc doesnt do it again Lucifer will still sometimes think about it.
Mammon
Mc was doing Mc things, yk handling a bunch of demon man babies, basically keeping the Devildom undercontrol, helping angels & an old man wizard, when Mammon comes bursting into their room all koolaid style dude. Mammon makes himself at home, flopping down on their bed and immediately pouring out all his troubles so Mc can give him solutions. Mammons one constant problem besides debt, is not having Grimm. Whats the Avatar of Greed to do without Grimm?? Well obviously he's going to come to his human, complain his brothers won't give him any Grimm, and then try and get his human to give him Grimm.
Normally his human would crack the first or second time he asked, but they were being especially stubborn today, but Mammon is persistent! "Come on Mc! I just need a couple hundred Grimm! Help me out and I'll never ask you for Grimm again!!" Mc who had been staring at Mammon with a blank expression finally smiles and says- 'You look so handsome when you lie to me' Mammon is about to argue about the lying part but his words get caught in his throat as his brain processes the handsome part. The second eldest brother blushes and is immediately a flushed tsundare. "O-Oi -of course you find The Great Mammon handsome!" Mammon tries to seem confident and play it off, but his face is bright red and he avoids eye contact with Mc.
Mammon just sits there blushing for awhile Mc continues doing their thing, happy that they were able to get Mammon to stop begging for Grimm. After 5-10 minutes Mammon snaps out of his embarressed state, Mammon's greed takes over, he needs to hear Mc compliment him more and have all of Mc's attention like that. Mammon promptly starts begging Mc to call him handsome again, when Mc ignores him, Mammon whines and makes a big deal out of wanting compliments. Mc stands their ground and continues to ignore Mammon's antics until Mammon pops in front of them and practically throws himself onto their lap, Mammon still has a small blush on his face, but he confidently spouts tsundare nonesense- "Oi! Stop complaining! You should be grateful The Great Mammon is sitting on you're lap! Now lemme hear yah' call me handsome again." Mammon will stubbornly stay sitting on Mc's lap until they give in and call him handsome again. The only problems is that this becomes a normal occurance, Mammon will burst into Mc's room at random, flop onto their lap and hold them hostage until he gets his fill of compliments or until Mc or one of his brothers force him off of Mc. Mammon will do this anywhere, at R.A.D, while shoping, anytime he's feeling greedy for Mc's attention and affection he'll pull this tactic, especially if he gets jealous.
Leviathan
Mc was hanging out with Levi in Levi's room. Like normal. Levi was currently ignoring Mc's pressence, focusing more on the game he was playing. Levi had been playing this game nonestop for the past week, Mc wasn't angry but they were getting tired of his half assed answers, he didn't even try & act like he was listening to them! Mc was so sure he wasn't listening to them, they just had to prove it. Mc sat there plotting for a bit, before they finally came up with a perfect plan. Mc waits a bit before casually starting to talk to Levi again- 'hey Levi are you listening to me?' "Mhm" 'you're gonna take a break sometime soon right' "yeah sometime" 'you look so handsome when you lie to me like that Levi.' Levi continues to play his game for about a minute or two before Mc's words register on him. As soon as Levi realizes what Mc said he whips his head around to look at them in shock, tomato red Levi activated. Levi sits there stammering for words, to flustered to do anything other then open his mouth make a weird noise and then close his mouth again.
Levi definently looks like a fish just opening and closing his mouth for a couple of minutes. Levi's game he'd previously been playing, gets forgotten about by the flustered demon. Him not playing causes his character to die and a 'you lose' screen to pop up, but Levi doesn't notice, he's to busy staring at Mc like a deer stares at headlights. Levi finally snaps out of his shock, he stutters as he starts talking a mile a minute causing his words to jumble together- "Y-You can't j-just do that!!! You have to give me a warning!! I m-mean yesiliedbutitreallywasntmyfault! You'regoingtogivemeaheartattacksayingthatkindofstufftomewithoutawarning! Itwasuncalledforandunwarranted,thisiswhyIdon'tlike Y-You Normies!!" (For those who couldn't read that^: -yes I lied but it really wasn't my fault! You're going to give me a heart attack saying that kind of stuff to me without a warning! It was uncalled for and unwarrented, this is why I don't like-)
Give him a few minutes of ranting like that none stop and he'll calm down, he'll still be flustered but he'll be chill enough to hang out with. Now that Levi lost his game and is focused on Mc, he'll put on an anime for Mc and him to watch together. Levi will somehow get brave enough to put his head on Mc's lap as the two watch anime together. Levi may mutter into Mc's thighs how he wouldnt mind hearing Mc call him handsome agian sometime, so if Mc ever needs his attention or wants to see him flustered they just have to call him handsome and watch him become a puddle at their feet.
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Hi :) can you do ace merrill x f!reader?
where him and reader are out with the cobras and ace won’t stop whispering in her ear, touching her and being clingy.
Totally get it if you don’t want to or if you can’t get the inspo for it
Broken Barriers
Ace Merrill x fem!reader
WARNINGS : Swearing, but other than that just full on fluff
NOTE : Hi it's me again! This is my second fanfic on this blog, and I just wanna say that I appreciated the people who heart and reblogged my first one, really means a lot to me more than anything even if only a few people followed me. Again if I missed anything ( grammar, spelling, etc. ) please let me know! Also yeah it's kinda short again so apologies for that!
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It was a Friday afternoon, and you and the cobras were chilling out in the fields after a long day of causing trouble and chaos around Castle Rock, you sat on the car's trunk and took a sip of your drink as you watched the boys do their own thing. Ace sat beside you smoking a cigarette while having an arm wrapped around you and his thumb gently caressing your shoulder, you hadn't noticed his deep gaze on you until now.
"Hold on you've got a strand of hair on your face" he takes that same strand of hair and tucks it up behind your ear and places both hands on the sides of your face. "Beautiful.. " he whispers, this caused your face to turn a bright tomato red as a smirk spreads across Ace's face.
Normally he wouldn't have been this clingy and affectionate with you especially when he had to uphold his whole bad boy persona, I mean he did have a reputation to keep ( and by that I mean being a rebel or a menace to society ) . But since you guys were in an empty field with the whole cobra gang he didn't see it as much as a problem, they would've teased him for sure.. But they knew better than to mess with Ace.
The sun started to set and everyone had to go back to their humbled homes, and like the gentleman that he is Ace offered to drive you back just to make sure you 'didn't get murdered' or something, it was kind of funny but you knew he was just looking out for you.
Eventually, you both arrived at your destination and sat in silence, you turned your head to face him when suddenly he pulled you in for a kiss. He placed his hand behind your head as he pulled you deeper into the kiss, it was rough yet passionate, and it gave you a warm feeling inside.. Feeling of comfort and neediness..
You slowly pulled away having both your lips apart, staring into each other's eyes once more. "Can't you just stay at my place for tonight? You can make up some excuse to your folks about having a sleepover with a friend." Ace said as he still held your face, "You know I can't do that Ace, besides I got some chores to do, plus my dad is starting to suspect something." you said.
It wasn't a lie though that your father had started to get suspicious about you hanging out with Ace, you knew your dad hated him and at a given moment he would've marched out of the house with a shotgun. But Ace didn't give a shit, he wanted you and nothing else.
"Well that's a shame, we would've been able to cuddle up on my couch.. Or maybe a little more than cuddling.." He whispered out the last, you smacked his shoulder playfully as you scolded him "Ace you fucking perv!".
He chuckled and pulled you back in for one last kiss, though this time it was shorter as you pulled him away breaking the kiss. "Alright Romeo I think it would be best if you get going, we don't want my parents coming out of the door and seeing your car parked in front of our house, especially us making out in it. " you said as you pecked him on the cheek.
As you got out of the car and made your way to your front door you turned around one last time to see Ace giving you one of his charming smiles and drove off, it was a perfect timing though seemingly that your parents had sensed your arrival and opened the front door revealing you.
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Well...
...that could have gone better.
(Also it turns out Lovelace IS an alien. 👽 so that's fun, I think?)
(or my reaction to episodes 44-46 of Wolf359)
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Episode 44: Desperate Times
Now where were we? Ah yes. Cutter lied about their deaths and has an evil girlfriend who makes his robots. Hilbert and Lovelace told Minkowski about the death thing to get her on board, and once they have her, she should be able to get Doug and Hera on board.
Great point Doug. How many secret rooms can one space station have?
And how many copies of the SI-5? Because we already had two Duck boys. If another Kepler strolls in and starts talking about Whiskey again, that might just be too much for me.
No Minkowski. You don't want to kill anyone. But I understand.
Wow. Doug knows some fancy words. "Commander Eiffel" 😂
Oh, they're actually laughing. I'm sorry Doug. Wow, he just made that up too, very convincing.
Aw, Minkowski. I want to hug her. If she doesn't make it back to her husband...
oh yay, she and Doug are talking it out! Friends! My feelings exactly Hera! 💕💕💕
Hera is so sweet. It's weird to think she was built by and modeled after someone so horrible.
Ah. Taking a late night stroll around the ship Hilbert?
Hilbert. NO. NO NO NO NO NO. NOT THE EVIL CHAIR.
Evil chair will kill you. Evil chair will show them your brain which shows them your plan to rebel against them. Do not trust the evil chair Hilbert. For a smart man, you make some remarkably and unbelievably dumb decisions.
I want to believe in them. I do, I really really do. But unfortunately, I know that there is an entire other season left. So...
It's not looking good. Personally, I think the most expendable is Hilbert. They can kill the character off without having to fire the actor. If anyone's about to die, it's him.
The "terrible trio", I like it Doug. Good nickname for SI-5.
The um...the blunt force trauma face?
Oh my this hypothetical of Maxwell, Kepler, and Jacobi falling apart is music, sweet music.
If only...if only.
They are really counting on the SI-5 acting exactly like this. I hope they get it right. I do love the way they make Whiskey Boy out to be such a cartoon villain. He really is.
Oh they're conflicted about who to target. That's right Hera. Target Duck boy. I mean...they did already kill him once, right?
Although slight problem. Let's say they do kill SI-5. Let's say they try to fly the ship back to earth. Can't Cutter just blow the ship up remotely? He'll probably send a missel after them before they even get into the atmosphere. I mean...what would you even do in this situation? He's literally got them bargaining for every second of their lives. Makes you wonder how many teams he has out there like this...
What happened? No gas? Oh dear. Plan B?
HIT MAXWELL WITH A WRENCH? POP A WEASEL?
I don't like how this is going.
"I'm glad I have you alone" Hilbert stop it.
Opponent is not going to hesitate to kill you. That's true. But you can't forget who the enemies are. Cutter and Pryce. And yes. SOMETHING IS WRONG!
Oh dear. Well this is terribly awkward.
...um...so...Maxwell. Duck Boy. Fancy a mutiny?
Guess not. Oh dear. This is bad. This is very very bad.
IS NOT ABOUT THE CONTACT EVENT! IT'S ABOUT THEM GETTING BACK AND YOU KNOW IT.
I KNEW THAT YOU COULDN'T TRUST HER.
"Don't struggle?"
Not the brain sweeping. Maxwell you have lost all my respect, and likely your own if you still had any left in you.
Shut up Duck Boy, literally no one wants to hear from you.
Well this is a pickle. How will our heroes (and Hilbert) get out of this one? 👀
Episode 45: Desperate Measures
"Wakey-wakey", shut up errand boys.
"Passion for disciplining crew members, isn't that right Jacobi?" You're a sadist waste of space who works for a sadist waste of space, we got that Whiskey Boy.
Oh great. Another super secret room. There's probably thousands of them at this rate. A whole city in the sky.
What a nice little room of weapons. As a lover of dramatic irony, I do hope Dr. Robot and our dear Errand Boys find themselves on the other side of those weapons.
Hera you can delay having to respond to her commands! You can! Remember: You can't do this. You're not good enough. Use it to your advantage.
"I knew it!" you did Doug. And yeah, Hilbert didn't sink so low.
"Kill whoever you like least", well there goes Hilbert.
Good work Hera! 🥰 Oh dear it hurts.
THE VENTS! That's right! Go Minkowski!
Geez does Whiskey Boy ever tire of the sound of his own voice? I guess not.
Shut it Kepler! Yeah Doug! He can go to hell! Tell him off!
Doug: "You're crazy"
Kepler: "No Doug. I'm just a man that wants to be taken seriously. That's why I'm sitting here with a gun in one hand, glass of Whisky in the other, while singing "Eeny, meeny, miny, moe" like a cartoon supervillain. There's nothing more respectable or serious than that."
Lovelace is speaking FACTS. He has lost his humanity. But um...ironically so might have Lovelace. Or all of them still unclear on that.
"You're hilarious" "one more thing I have that you don't" ooohhh... dang, it that ain't the truth. No one will be as funny as Doug, but if anyone comes close it's certainly not Whisky boy.
"Very nice speech captain" Well it was better than the Whisky speech Kepler. Take notes.
That's right Lovelace. Who cares what Kepler see when he looks at you? No one. Because he is a waste of space.
She'll survive because of magic alien plot armor.
Aw, she did it for Doug. That's really sweet.
And...off goes the gun. But no screams. He better not have shot Doug.
"You have 30 minutes to think about what you've done. Then we'll talk about Eiffel."
I know I should be furious over the whole "what you've done" comment, but I gotta ask, how dangerously stupid is Kepler? 30 minutes is plenty of time to put a plan into action. What does Kepler need 30 minutes for? Swirling his Whisky around and telling Doug how much he loves the feel of it in his hands.
Why don't you mind your own business Maxwell? Why don't you shut up and mind your own business and throw yourself in the airlock?
Good stalling Hera...yes! Finally knocked out Dr. Robot. Now, as much as I am against murder, eye for an eye, and all that...in this situation, keeping her alive puts multiple innocents at risk.
Anyone got an eye on Duck Boy?
Kepler doesn't care about Maxwell! He doesn't care about anyone!
Doug...great speech for this to work, he has to care about human life, and he clearly doesn't.
Yeah, I don't really like chess either Doug.
Why do I feel like he's going to hurt Hera in a way that only Maxwell can fix?
Ah there he is. "I wouldn't do that so someone. I just blow people up to kill them! :)" ugh Duck Boy is the worst. I knew that he was off doing something silly. "Crazy Jacobi the loose canon" dude, you're Duck Boy. That's your existence.
And I knew Hilbert would be the one to go. They don't have to fire his voice actor to kill him, which makes him expendable.
Well it took a very long time to get here, but looks like Hilbert is finally gonna kick the bucket. And yeah, you guys have no idea how long they've been trying to kill Hilbert. If it was Doug, I'd be more worried, but between Hilbert and Doug, Doug's got the plot armor.
And...there he goes! Oh wait...did she shoot Maxwell! Oh be quiet Jacobi, it's not like you ever actually cared about her. If Cutter or Kepler ordered you to kill her, you would have done it.
You can't talk sense into him Doug. He's a nutcase. We established that.
I love Doug. "Well it's been a topsy-turvy day!"
And see Kepler? Not so fun playing with lives when yours is on the chopping block, now is it?
Yes Doug! Tell him! Oh poor Whisky Boy, are you gonna cry?
Right three people dead: Lovelace, Hilbert, and Maxwell. That's a lot. My money is on Lovelace coming back due to alien magic, Hilbert dead for good, maybe Maxwell lives on in Hera's memory or flashback land.
YES! I love Doug's loyalty to Minkowski!
Does Kepler have an escape pod? I feel like he would. Oh he's telling his duck boy to stand down. But duck boy doesn't seem too happy about that. I guess he cared a bit more for Maxwell than Kepler, even if he would have shot her if given the order.
"Finally over" hm...I seriously doubt that.
Ah yes the aliens. I wonder what they have to say about all this. And Kepler please shut up. "You want to be in charge of this mess, fine." The mutiny literally just happened on your watch. You spent half the crew budget on expensive Whiskey. You don't care at all that Maxwell is dead.
Episode 46: Bolero
Is that music? Um... what is this? I do wonder why they chose to send music, when they've demonstrated that they can send voices.
Yeah...this is a lot. And they lost their human doctor and robot doctor. As much as I hated them, they were useful. Unlike the errand boys, who only seem to be good a cowering in fear from ducks and giving speeches about whisky.
Oh and apparently they like music too. How nice.
"If the commander wishes for silence, then silence she shall have" and yet you're still talking.
Yeah...what do they do now. They have to warn everyone, expose Cutter and get him to jail, but the aliens are also invading. Oh gosh, are Cutter and Pryce aliens? Is this a plot to replace humanity with aliens? That at least makes more sense than Cutter's a loon who just wants to take a gander at some dangerous aliens, but why do I get the feeling that "Cutter's crazy" is what's actually happening here?
Oh right Kepler's special DNA. But your DNA still works even if it's detached from your body, right? 🧬
"We owe it to Lovelace, Hilbert, and Maxwell..." good work Doug. They were evil, they were flawed, but they were still humans.
Oh Hera. Wow, we don't have funerals for animals???? Yikes... I'm starting to see how she was modeled after Pryce now. In that case, I wonder what happened to Pryce. Also Hera, I get what you're saying, but that's an insult to animals. Many cats and dogs I've met are very loyal, kind, and useful.
oh dear she's talking to Lovelace's ghost/memory. 🥺 It's not your fault Minkowski. It was never your fault. And yeah...you all deserve to make it home.
That is if there is even a home to come back to...
Doug, Hera, come on. You're best friends. Wow. And yeah, she and Maxwell were friends, that's why she's so upset! Oh right...if one human friend betrayed her...oh Hera...Doug's not like her you know that! Maxwell would sell you out, Jacobi would sell her out, and Kepler would sell him out, but Doug? Doug would never sell anyone out.
"I know what it's like to not get a chance to say goodbye. And I don't think you're past the point of not caring. Not yet." That's sweet Doug. But you're giving him a bit too much credit. Oh he's mad he killed her? Fair enough, but Jacobi...you said yourself you were monsters! Do you really want to try to claim the moral high ground here? That's right Doug! Tell him! "You're gonna like it...I mean you're gonna feel sad!" Yeah! That's right! Shove the compassion down his throat Doug. Sometimes that's the way you gotta do it.
Minkowski is gonna have some pretty severe PTSD after this. I want to hug her.
Oh no, Hera's remembering Maxwell. "Was everything you did for me part of a secret evil plan?" it's not that simple Hera. Bad people can do good things. Good people can do bad things. Cognitive dissonance Hera, that's how it's possible. Compartmentalization. Circular and deluded thinking. And fake Maxwell is right. It's about you Hera. It's not about her. Forget about Maxwell. Forget about Pryce. You're better than them, and more human too.
Yes Hera, get the feelings out. No, Doug she's coming around!
Oh no...no no no...Doug is wasted isn't he? Kepler's private supply no doubt...oh no... oh Doug.
"I killed them Hera." no you didn't Doug! Intentions matter! You are the ship's moral compass. Don't drink yourself off.
"I'm a drunken mess whether I have a drink or not." oh Doug. Doug.
Please don't give yourself alcohol poison. Oh good self-talk from Hilbert. Yeah Doug never wanted anyone to die.
"How else did you think this was going to end?"
Aw, Doug has so much hope. Never lose that Doug. Never lose it. And yeah, it's nice to believe in redemption. It is theoretically possible. Though in certain cases, highly unlikely. I won't name names.
So...it's just Doug and Jacobi at the funeral? Well. This is incredibly awkward...
Oh right, Hera's never been to a funeral...
Oh nvm Kepler's here for the food. He's so gross.
They gave Hera grief but no way to deal with it? Oh she can't understand why they are gone? The "I wonder if I'll miss you when you go away forever too" is hitting different.
Minkowski came through!
Wow, Jacobi actually is able to say a few nice words.
Dr. Hilbert was a monster 😂. Fair. Completely fair. See ya later Doc. I think Hilbert would have liked it.
Oh don't let Kepler talk. He'd ruin the funeral. Though to be fair, he'd ruin anything.
Never mind looks like the aliens beat him to the punch.
Looks like the aliens decided to come early.
Uh...HERA?
KEEPING WHAT OUT?
Tell me the aliens aren't already here.
Is Lovelace coming back? Oh Kepler knew this was going to happen.
"It can't hear you." DO NOT CALL HER AN IT KEPLER. Alien or not, she's a...well she's a someone.
So she IS an alien? An alien who acts like her? Okay... and yes please, let's start at the beginning. It's about time Kepler. If you're going to talk, you might as well say something useful.
Now I've procrastinated enough but...wow this doesn't look good. Hopefully the crew can get back safely.
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~ Chapter 1. 04 ~
I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes and how poorly written this fanfic is. English is not my first language and together with my dyslexia ass things can go wrong I'm sorry.
My head was bobbing to the music that was playing through my headset while I was finishing doing the dishes. The rest of the day went by normally. Nobody was weird and everything was just normal.
Normal is all I needed right now in my life with not too much stress.
I turned around to grab something from the counter when my ears began to ring. Grabbing my headset I took it off thinking it was that, but it was still there.
"What the hell," I mutter when it got louder before completely disappearing.
Great, put that on the list with the other things I have.
My phone went off that was on my couch making me snap out of whatever that just was. When I grabbed it I saw that it was Ji-su. She asked if I could come to her apartment because she wanted to let me hear something that she made for a song we were working on. I typed yes, but also said I needed to change first because I was still in the clothes I wore to work.
I took a grey long-sleeved shirt from the chair that I had in my room slipping it on before taking the black dress with spaghetti straps from the door where it was hanging. Taking my phone from the counter I walked to the door and put on my black covers.
The moment I walked out the door something felt wrong. The air was so thick that it almost was hard to breathe. I could feel my stomach turn telling me that something was off. I had had this feeling before. Every time I walked into the orphanage and it was so quiet I could feel that something was wrong or something bad would happen.
Most of the time I would be right because quickly afterward there would be a fight in the orphanage where someone would be in danger and whatnot. I'm pretty sure I developed it because I have had to be in survival mode my whole life there. I always had to look over my shoulder making sure I was safe.
Quickly I just shrug it off telling myself that it's all in my head and that I'm safe here. I came around the corner where the elevators were and saw Eun-hyuk standing there.
"Hey, going to work?" I asked grabbing his attention.
"Yeah. You?" He asked pressing the button for the elevator.
"I'm going to hang out with a friend that lives upstairs." He nodded looking away before talking again.
"Do you know how Eun-yu paid for her lessons?" I gave him a confused look.
"Why would I know that?" I asked with a laugh at the end.
"You two hang out a lot and I'm pretty sure you're the only one she talked to for the last couple of months." A frown came to my face at first, but then it hit me.
She told me she quit her lessons, but I guess she doesn't want him to know that. I didn't want to lie to him because he was also my friend.
"Eun-hyuk you are putting me in a tough spot here. If I tell you I would betray Eun-yu's trust, but I also don't want to lie to you. It's like asking to choose between you guys," I said scratching the back of my head.
A chuckle left his lips while he looked down before looking back up at me.
"I admire your loyalty to my sister and my friendship. It makes you a good friend, which she needs because she hasn't had one in a while. Maybe you could keep her out of trouble as well." I was happy that he understood what I meant.
"Do you also need a good friend right now? Seeing how you're always working and stuff. I haven't really seen you do other stuff than that," I admitted looking down while playing with my hands.
"You already are a good friend to me." He answers after a few seconds of silence.
I look back up at him seeing him smile at me.
"You're a lot over at our place and you don't ignore me like Eun-yu wanted you to do. We have fun conversations about old video games we used to play or really serious once when you have to wait on Eun-yu because she disappeared again." I let out a chuckle nodding my head.
I can't count on my hands how many times Eun-yu had disappeared in the evening. It always results in a worrying Eun-hyuk standing at my door asking if I know where she is. Most of the time I help him go look for her or try to call her because she would answer more likely to me than him.
"I'm happy you think about it that way," I answer truthfully.
"Can you just do two things for me?" He asked and in response, I nodded my head.
"Can you take care of her when I'm not around? She has the habit of getting in trouble and she needs someone to pull her back when she's going to do something, well stupid." I laugh knowing he was right.
After knowing her for a few months I know her ways to do it.
"The second one?"
"Can you tell me when she did something dangerous even if she asks you not to?" A frown came to my face while I bit on my lip.
If it were my sister I would be worried too and I would be happy if someone could tell me if everything is already with her.
"Yeah, I can do that."
He smiled at me before looking at the elevator.
"That's weird."
With a confused look, I looked at him.
"What?"
He looks up and down the elevator door before answering.
"The elevator isn't here yet. It should have been here a few minutes ago." Because of the talking, we hadn't noticed that any sound or movement was coming from behind the elevator door.
Looking to my right I saw what was wrong.
"Look, it's under maintenance. It's the stairs for us today." I look back at him and see him letting out a deep sigh putting his hands on his neck before looking back up.
"I guess you're right." I let out a laugh while we began to make our way to the stairs.
"So how are you doing lately? Are you still having those nosebleeds?" I didn't intend to tell anyone about it, but a few days ago I was over at their apartment in the evening because Eun-yu wanted my help with something.
When suddenly my nose began to bleed.
A lot.
I was used to it by then, but they weren't. I tried to stop it at first with the tissues she had in her room, but when she saw that it didn't stop she yelled for her brother who came rushing into the room because she never yelled for him. She yelled at him to do something pointing at me which he did. Having a brother who got into medical school is always handy. The bleeding stopped, but I fainted quickly afterward.
I woke up the next day in Eun-yu's bed with her looking down at me. The first thing she said was that I scared the shit out of her before asking me if I was okay. Of course, after that, I had to tell them about how it has been happening for a few days now, but that I have no idea why and that I'm okay.
Eun-hyuk wanted me to go to the hospital and let them check if everything was alright, which I quickly said no to. I don't really like people touching me. It brings back bad memories.
"I'm actually fine. I haven't had a nosebleed or fainted in a day or so now." Which was a miracle because I had them a lot.
"That's great. If it would have lasted any longer I would have taken you myself to the hospital. It could have been something really dangerous." It could be, but it's over now. It was probably related to stress. Seeing how the last couple of months have been before and right after moving here.
"Ooooh, does Lee Eun-hyuk care for someone else than his sister? Eun-yu was wrong and you are a human with feelings and not some super smart robot someone had created to annoy her." I laugh teasing him.
He tried to hide his smile, but I could see the corner of his mouth move.
"Honestly, that is probably one of the more friendliest things she has called me." I laugh nodding at him.
We said goodbye to each other when we finally reached the stairs, both going different ways. Before I took my first step up I turned around yelling his name.
"Eun-hyuk, she isn't in any danger."
A frown came on his face not knowing what I meant.
"Her lessons. She didn't do anything stupid so don't worry about it."
I began to walk up the stairs hearing him chuckle before walking down.
I know that Eun-yu is adopted. She had told me that a few months ago. It was one of the first times she opened up to me. She had shown me a picture of them when they were little with their parents. I knew their parents had died in a car accident, but she hadn't told me that it was because they were on their way to her ballet performance that she begged she could go to.
She talked about how she was an orphan and that now she had made Eun-hyuk an orphan too. I had tried to comfort her, telling her that it wasn't her fault and stupid shit like that happens. I tried, but she didn't believe me. Maybe that was the right time to say that I was one too, but I didn't want to talk about my problems when she had just opened up to me.
My feet stopped walking when I came to the fourteenth floor. The door was open, but the thing that made me stop was the smear of blood that was on it. With slow steps, I began to make my way to it. Did someone get hurt here? I haven't heard anything unusual when I was home.
Carefully poking my head out the doorway I try to see if someone was there.
There was only silence which made things worse. The bad feeling in my stomach returned the moment I stepped a foot into the hallway. Everything seemed normal until I almost slipped on something. Lifting my foot from the ground I saw more blood. I looked up and saw that it was a trail.
Someone who was hurt must have come through here. I bite my lip debating whether to just turn around and get the guard, but then the thought of him being exhausted came back. Taking just a look never hurts someone. If someone is hurt I just call someone for help. Walking beside the blood trail I began to follow it.
The smell of metallic became stronger the more blood I found on the floor. I halted in my tracks when my ears began to ring again. It wasn't like the last time. This time it hurts my ears making me cover them with my hands thinking that they will begin to bleed. It lasted a few seconds before it died down.
Slowly I moved my hands from my hands afraid I would see blood, but there was nothing on them.
"What the hell?" I mutter out taking deep breaths.
My body spun around when I heard a sound from behind me. It sounded like someone was in pain, letting out a low groan.
"Hello? Do you need help?" I was about to make my way back from where the sound came from when someone stepped from behind the corner I just come from.
It was a girl, that was for sure, but the rest of her body was kinda hiding in the shadows because the light above her was broken.
"Hey, are you okay?"
A loud squeal came from her before I heard her voice.
"I'm so hungry." To my surprise, it sounded like the girl I bumped into today.
"Uhm, I don't have anything with me?" I said confused.
I didn't know if the blood was coming from her because she was so hidden in the dark, but when my eyes traveled down her hands I saw something dripping from her hands.
"So hungry."
She took a step forward, making me take a step back not trusting the situation at all.
My eyes widened when I saw her completely now. Her face was covered in blood around her mouth and nose. The blood was definitely coming from her. My body completely tensed up when I saw her hands. They were completely covered in a grey tint that was underneath the blood together with some black vines going up her arm.
I even think that her nails seemed longer than normal humans.
"I'm hungry."
I took a few steps back when her croaky voice came out.
"J...just stay there." I managed to get out my lips.
The girl let out a groan taking more steps forward. How can this be real? She doesn't look human at all. Is she pranking me because of earlier?
"I....I'm sorry I called you a bitch!" I yelled out taking faster steps backward.
My words didn't seem to go through her. My feet stepped on something crunchy, making me stop walking scared I stepped on something she had killed. My body froze completely when she began to charge at me with a loud chilling yell.
I braced myself for what she would do to me when there was the sound of a door opening beside me, a second later someone grabbed my arm pulling me away just seconds before the girl could get to me.
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Beauty And The Beast
Hello there! Foxy/Night here who created another story! As you read the title yes, but Mr Dark x Beep-O ship! Hopefully, you all enjoy reading this first chapter! I will add a second chapter if this gets to 15 likes. (Not bluffing)
Warning: Bad Grammar, I was too tired to check any grammar or misspelling mistakes. Throughout this story/chapter some characters will be out of character. And some fluff (Who doesn’t love fluff?)
Ships: Sullivan x Jeanie and Mr.Dark x Beep-O (In one of the future Chapters~!)
Enjoy Reading! (This is a musical you have been warned.)
Chapter 1: Prologue
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Once Upon a 'Time in a faraway land, a Old King lived in a shining castle.
Although he had everything his heart desired, the King was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. But then, one winter's night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold.
Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the King sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away. But she warned him not to be deceived by appearances for beauty is found within. And when he dismissed her again, the old woman's ugliness melted
awav to reveal...
...a beautiful Enchantress.
The King tried to apologize, but it was too late. For she had seen that there was no love in his heart. As punishment, she transformed him...
...into a hideous Beast and placed a powerful spell on the castle and all who lived there.
Ashamed of his monstrous form, the Beast concealed himself inside his castle with a Magic Mirror as his only window to the outside world.
The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom for many years.
If he could learn to love another and earn their love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not.. he would be doomed to remain a Beast for all time.
As the years passed, he fell into despair and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a Beast?
~3 Years Later~
“I’m off to the bookstore!!” shouted a robot with rabbit ears, wearing a white sleeve shirt, around his shirt collar was a black bow, and he was wearing black pants with blue trimming at the bottom. Also, wearing black shoes.
“Be back by 11 Beep-O!!” his sister declared from the other room. “Right. Right. Bye see you later Jeanie~!” said Beep-O taking his satchel bag and putting it over his shoulders. “Bye Papa! Stay safe!” said and small t.v robot.
“I will. Take care of your aunt and Spawny for me,” said Beep-O patting his son’s head. “Mhm!” he hummed. “R2!!! Can you please come over?!” shouted Jeanie from the other room. “Coming!!!” he yelled back.
R2 hopped out of his seat and ran over to where his Aunt was. “Alright, let’s get this chore over with..” the intelligent robot muttered.
~Cue Birds Singing~
Beep-O walking away from his house, twirling himself self around and sing, “Little town.. It's a quiet village.. Every day.. Like the one before.. Little town full of little people
Waking up to say..”
Beep-O walking in town hearing many Toads/Rabbids/Koopas/Goombas/Creatures singing, “Bonjour!”
“Bonjour!~” sang a Toad opening her window.
“Bonjour!!” a Goomba open their Apple Stand.
“Bonjour!!!” a Paratroopa opened their Newspaper stand.
“Bonjour~!” a Drybones was in his jail.
“There goes the baker with his tray like always the same old bread and rolls to sell..” sang Beep-O seeing a Red Toad carrying his karts of bread, passing by Beep-O saying a short ‘hello’
“Every morning just the same since the morning that we came to this poor provincial town..” Beep-O shook his head. The same Red Toad walked up to Beep-O and said, “Morning Beep-O!”
“Morning Monsieur!” he replied back.
“Where you off to?” he asks.
“The Bookstore,” he answered, “I just finished reading the most wonderful story!! About a Princess who got kidnapped by a K-” he explained, but got cut off by Toad saying, “That’s nice, Cloud! The baguettes! Hurry up!!”
Beep-O sighed and continued his walk his way to the bookstore. Passing by some Toadettes. “Look there he goes that boy is strange no question!” they sang.
“Dazed and distracted, can't you tell?”
“Never part of any crowd
'Cause her heads up on some cloud”
“No denying he’s a funny lad that Beep-O!!”
“Bonjour!” a Koopa greeted the Toadette.
“Good day!” a young Toad lifts his cap, greeting the elderly woman respectfully.
“How is your family?” a Goomba asks politely to the other Goomba.
“Bonjour!” a Hammer Bro greeted a Rabbid.
“Good Day!” a Toadette sighs, “How is your wife?” she asks the Shy Guy, who got smacked in the head.
“I need six eggs!” wailed a female Koopa, trying to carry all her kids.
“That’s too expensive..” a male toad mumbled looking at all the jewelry.
“There must be more than this provincial life!!!” Beep-O sang, finally arriving at the Bookstore.
The door swings open, and the bell rings as G.G stops what she’s doing and looks over to see her friend. “Ah! Beep-O! Good Morning!” she chimed. “Good morning, I've come to return the book I borrowed..!” said Beep-O handing her back the book. “Finished, already?” she chuckled.
“Ohhh, I couldn't put it down!! Have you got anything new?” he asks, climbing on the ladder, searching for new books to read.
G.G shook her head, “Nope! Not since yesterday!!” she said, setting the book down. “That’s alright!” he said, picking up a blue book. “I’ll borrow this one!!” he exclaimed. “That one?! But you read it twice!!” she said.
“Well, it's my favorite
Far off places, daring swordfights, magic spells, a prince in disguise!!” said Beep-O moving his whole body, the ladder rolling left and right.
G.G chuckled, “If you like it all that much, it’s yours!”
“But G.G!!-” Beep-O exclaimed, climbing down.
“I insist.” she said, “Go on a thank you for being a great friend.”
“Thank you G.G..!! Thank you very much! I will repay you!!” said Beep-O, leaving the bookstore and passing by nosey Rabbids who were watching this whole scene.
“Look there he goes that boy is so peculiar?”
“I wonder if he’s well?”
“With a dreamy far off look and his nose stuck in a book!!”
“What a puzzle to the rest of us, is Beep-O!!!”
Beep-O sitting on the stone fountain, showing some young Rabbids are his favorite chapter. “Ohhhhh, isn’t this amazing?”
The Young Rabbid children look over at the Chapter. Very confused about what's written on it. “It's my favorite part because you'll see..” as he pointed to the picture, showing the children. “Here's where she meets Prince
Charming.. But she won't discover that it's him 'til chapter three..”
“Now it's no wonder that his name means 🎶🎵🌟❣️” said an Old Lady, tightening her curls. “His looks have got no parallel.. But behind that fair facade, I'm afraid he's rather odd…” she murmured.
“Very different from the rest of us
He's nothing like the rest of us
Yes, different from the rest of us is
Beep-O!!!”
A bunch of Ducks were flying in the sky, heading their way south, until a loud Bang can be heard. Shooting that poor duck…
The duck fell to the ground, but was picked up by a flatter(?) Rabbid. Woodrow sighed, “Poor Duck.. I will write a poem for you later..” he mumbled. Putting the duck in the bag quickly. “Wow.. You didn't miss a shot, Phantom!! You're the greatest hunter in the whole world!” Woodrow praised his friend.
Tom Phantom chuckled, “I know~” he smirked. Polishing his gun. The Tom Phantom. The famous Beast Hunter. He may be a ghost, but uhhh- Hmmm. What can he do? Float through walls? Yeah, that checks out. (Imagine a Siren singing and leading you to your doom)
“No beast alive stands a chance against you!!!” he said, “And no boy (and girl) for that matter!!”
“Its true Woodrow..” he mumbled, fixing his sleeves. He wrapped his arm around Woodrow, pulling him closer. “And I've got my sights set on that one,” he said, pointing his gun at Beep-O.
“The- The inventor’s brother?!” he stuttered in shock.
“He’s the one!” he purred. “The lucky one, I’m going to marry!!” he declared.
“B-But h-he’s-”
“The most handsome and intelligent boy in town~”
“I-I know, b-but..”
“That makes him the best.” He growled, glaring at Woodrow. Poor Woodrow his legs were shaking in fear. “And don’t I deserve the best?” He asks his partner. “W-Well.. o-o-of course y-you, d-d-do..!” He stuttered.
Tom Phantom dropped Woodrow. Woodrow face-planted on the ground softly whimpered a small ‘ow’
“Right from the moment when I met him, saw him
I said he's gorgeous and I fell here in town, there is only he, who is beautiful as me
So l'm making plans to woo and marry Beep-O~” he sang.
(Skiping The Girls who simp for- You know-)
“Bonjour!!” a Rabbids greeted Tom.
“Pardom.” said Tom Phantom trying to push his way towards Beep-O.
“You call this bacon?!” sneered a Blue Toad, holding straps of burned Bacon.
“What lovely grapes!!” a female Dry bones exclaimed.
“Some cheese, ten yards
One pound!”
” ‘scuse me!!” Tom Phantom grumbled.
”I’ll get the knife!” A younger Toad exclaimed. (Haha- Mom: What do you have there?
Gaz: A KNIFE!!
Mom: NOOO-)
“Please let me through!!” Tom pleaded.
“This bread, those fish-“ a female Rabbid pointed at the products.
“It stales. They smell.” A shy guy cross their arms.
“Madame’s mistaken-“ A Koopa said. The Rabbid agreed to him, “Well, maybe so-“
”There must be more than this provincial life…!” Beep-O sang, leaving town.
“Just watch, I'm going to make
Beep-P my (little) husband!!!” Tom Phantom declared, as the crowd began to cover Tom Phantom’s way.
”Look there he goes the lad is strange but special
A most peculiar Monsieur
It's a pity and a sin
He doesn't quite fit in
'Cause he really is a funny lad
A beauty/intelligent but a funny lad
He really is a funny lad
That Beep-O!!! (Bonjour! Bonjour!
Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour!)”
“Hello Beep-O!!” said Tom Phantom teleporting in front of him. Now why didn't he do that sooner-
Beep-O groaned, “Mother of Bowser..” he grumbled. Woodrow was running over to them, finally catching up to Tom. He was panting heavily. “Bonjour Tom and Woodrow..” Beep-O greeted the two of them. “Hello, Beep-O..! How is your sister and your kids?” Woodrow asks him, catching his breath. “They’re doing well-”
Beep-O was cut off by Tom Phantom grabbing Beep-O’s book, flipping through pages by pages. “Phantom. May I have my book, please?” he asked, trying to hide a hint of anger in his voice.
Tom Phantom ignores his ask. “How can you read this? There’s no pictures!” he said, sticking his tongue out. “Well, some people like to use their imagination,” said Beep-O crossing his arms. Woodrow nods his head, agreeing with Beep-O.
Tom Phantom throws away the book, “Well Beep-O it's about time you got your head out of these books and paid attention to more important things!” he said.
Beep-O groaned, “Like you?” he joked. Bend down and pick up his book. “Great it’s covered in mud..” he muttered, standing up. “Exactly! The whole town's talking about it. It's not right for a robot to read. Soon he starts getting ideas and... thinking!” the ghost grumbled, pacing back and forth. You see robots around these parts, are for service. They don’t think. They will only listen to orders. But in Beep-O’s case, he’s just an intelligent robot, who serves nobody. He is his own machine.
“Phantom, you are positively primeval!“ Beep-O glared at him. “Why, thank you, Beep-O. Whaddya say you and me take a walk over to the tavern and take a look at my trophies?” said Tom, wrapping his arms around him. Pulling him away from his way home.
“What do you say...we don't?” said Beep-O pushing Phantom’s arm away. Tom Phantom scoff. “Come on Beep-O, I think I know how you feel about me,” he said, holding Beep-O’s hand. Beep-O rolled his eyes, “You can't even imagine.” he mumbled, pulling his hand away. “If you excuse me. I need to head back home and help my sister.”
“That crazy lady. She needs all the help she can get!” Tom muttered, chuckling quietly. Beep-O’s ears twitch in annoyance, and his blue color turns to red. “Don’t talk about my sister that way!!!” he growled. Tom Phantom's expression turns to nervousness then to ‘anger’ bonking Woodrow’s head. “Yeah!! Don’t,” he growled. “Ow!!! What did I-I-?”
“My sister is not crazy!!! She’s a genius!!!” said Beep-O. A loud explosion can be heard, Beep-O turned around and saw his home covered in smoke. ‘Shit!!!’ His red color quickly turned to purple. (Concerned/Scared)
Beep-O hurriedly ran to his house, hearing Phantom howling with laughter.
“Jeanie!!! Jeanie!!” he shouted, opening the door quickly and going inside. “Jeanie!!!?” he shouts again.
“Over here!! *cough* I’m fine!!!”
Beep-O opened the door, to see smoke everywhere, but also see Jeanie covered in dust. “Oh Jeanie..” he mumbled. He ran over to her and checked if she had any injuries. “Don’t worry Beep-O..! I’m fine!!” she laughs. “Just.. a minor miss-calculation…”
“Can we come out now?” said a voice but it was quite muffled. “Yes, you can..” said Jeanie opening the barrel lid off. R2, Spawng, and a Rabbid pop their heads out of it.
“Sullivan? What are you doing here?” Beep-O asks the Rabbid who’s name is Sullivan. “Well, I’m on my break and decided to come here to visit my dear Jeanie~,” he said, with a lovely sigh. “Hey!!” R2 and Spawny pouted. “And come to see my soon-to-be nephews of course!” he said, getting out of the barrel. Helping R2 and Spawny out.
Beep-O ‘almost’ forgot Sullivan a and Jeanie were engaged fiánces. Sullivan proposed to Jeanie a few weeks ago. They don’t know when they will have their wedding, but once they do, Sullivan will be part of this little family of theirs.
“So, Jeanie what is your invention and why did it blow up?” Beep-O asks his sister.
“You know we had to buy power-ups? Well I decided to turn regular flowers into power-ups! But I regret putting a tiger Lily in the machine..” she muttered, ears going down.
“At least we know, not to put Tiger Lily’s in the machine?” Spawny laughs nervously. Jeanie nods her head, “Right..”
“Oh… I’m a failure guys… this stupid invention will never work…” she mumbled, her ears going down, and her light blue color turned to a dark shade.
“Oh Jeanie/Sis/Auntie..”
“Jeanie you are a genius!!”
“How Beep-O? I just make everything worse..”
“Not true! You make useful inventions in this house!”
“Like making a Spark feeder!” said R2.
“Oh! Oh! Also, make that telescope thingy to see who’s outside the door!!” Spawny added.
“And the invention of the radio to hear the Galaxy Network Music Podcast,” Beep-O added.
“Also to invent this special whistle!!” Sullivan added.
“See? All the things you invent help us!! Now Jeanie.. Don’t give up!!” said Beep-O, his expression having a determined face(?).
“Right..!” she nodded, quickly going to her invention, fixing some screws and bolts. A few minutes passed, and she put her wrench down. While her other hand was holding a red rose. “Ready?” she asks.
“Ready!!” They all shouted. Sullivan pulled the kids behind him and hid behind the barrel. Beep-O looks over to see what that train conductor Rabbid was doing. “Just in c-case!!” he stuttered. “Right..” Beep rolled his eyes.
“Here goes nothing!” As she put the Rose in the machine. Clogs were twirling and the machine was making lots of noise. “Please don’t explode.. Please don’t explode..” she prays. An item popped out. It was a Mushroom! A red mushroom to be exact. “I…I..I did it..” she muttered. “YOUUUUUU DIIIIIIIDDDD ITTTTT!!!” Beep-O shouted, hugging his sister and twirling her around. “BEEP-O!!! I DID IT! I DID IT!!!” she shouted, feeling so happy. Sullivan, R2, and Spawny came out of their hiding spots and quickly joined in the hug.
“See!? I know you can do it!!”
“You did it!!!”
“Now we have an infinite amount of power-ups!!!”
Beep-O and Jeanie chuckled as Beep-O set Jeanie down. “This calls.. For a celebration!!” Sullivan shouted. “YEAH!!” the kids agreed. “Oh, I wish hun.. But I got to go right now! Thethe contest is tomorrow!!” said Jeanie sadly.
“Awww..” the kids pouted. “Maybe when you come back..! When you win that is..!?” Sullivan suggests. “Right!”
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“You pack food and water yes?” Beep-O asks for the 12th time. “And clothes?” he added.
“Yes and Yes. Don’t worry brother!” she said, putting her bags over Muffin’s back. (Horse Name)
“Make sure to bring gifts Auntie!!” said Spawny jumping up and down. “Lots of it..!” R2 added. “Boys.” Beep-O scolds them. “Haha! Will see you boys.”
“Be safe my love..” said Sullivan kissing her lips(?) gently. “I will.. And you should too..” she said, kissing(?) him back.
Spawny and R2 stick their tongues out. “Eww/Yuck!!”
Beep-O rolled his eyes. “Come on Sullivan, I want to tell her goodbye as well.” he huffed. Sullivan pulled away and chuckled sheepishly, “Right..”
“Be safe Jeanie.. Here are some power-ups.. Just to be safe..” said Beep-O handing her a little power-up bag. Inside have all kinds. Except for a star.. Now those are rare.
“Thank you..” she said, putting it in her dress pocket. “I’ll be back tomorrow! Wish me luck!” she said. “Come Muffin, let's go!”
As Jeanie and Muffin (The horse) walked away, Beep-O and the others saying goodbye. Hopefully nothing bad happened to her.. Right?
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Bonus Facts:
•Woodrow was supposed to be a librarian but I scrapped that idea out. (I’m so sorry Woodrow-)
•G.G stands for Genius Girl (From M+RKB)
•I might add little Easter eggs just for fun (How many have you spotted?)
•R2 (My Oc) and Spawny were adopted by Beep-O (R2 calls Beep-O Papa while Spawny calls him Mr.Dad/Robot)
You're free to repost, I will publish the second chapter once it gets to 15 Hearts. Foxy/Night out~!<3
#m+rsoh#rayman#beep-o#Jeanie#sullivan#Jeanie x Sullivan#R2(Oc)#Rabbid Spawny#Mr Dark x Beep-O#Beauty And The Beast AU#Chapter 1
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BFF’s 💔 - Gray Area
Summary: Everyone’s sick of your newfound bad girl reputation, except one person…
Warnings: 18+ ONLY!!!! Cursing, fighting, mentions of blood, heavy drug use, innocence kink, bad girl kink, cum play, dominant themes.
Notes: it’s a gray day here today and this song came on shuffle (cover art in the pics)— wrote this in an hour, apologies for any grammar or spelling mistakes!
Song Inspiration: 44phantom - Gray!
“Godammit, Y/N! Enough!”
“She fucking started it!”
“Like hell she did!”
You felt Topper's strong arms nearly manhandle you through the sea of people, the loud thud of the bass echoing through the walls of the party still felt deep in your chest as your heart rate pulsed to an all time high.
“I didn’t—”
“You instigated that whole fucking thing! I saw it with my own eyes—”
You attempted to claw at his arms but it was no use, his strength far outweighing yours as he pushed you through the threshold of the front door and forced you out onto the porch, literally kicking and screaming.
“I didn’t fucking do anything!”
“Shut the fuck up, Y/N!” He screamed loudly at you. “I’ve fucking had it with your shit all summer—”
“That such bullshit—”
“Enough!”
He threw you into one of the large oak chairs lining the porch and as you attempted to interject again.
“Sit down and shut the fuck up, Y/N!”
In all fairness, you had to slightly hand it to Topper.
After all of your chaos this summer— Topper was the only friend that was even remotely still willing to deal with your bullshit. Truth be told, Topper was the only friend you had left— or did, staring down at the bit of blood smeared on your hand as the clock untimely ran out with him too as you stared up at his maddening figure above you.
“Stay here and don’t fucking move while I go try and deal with this and clean up your mess, again…”
A final look down to you, one of pure disgust and annoyance— a face you knew well. A face normally reserved for his other best friend. A face normally reserved for none other than Rafe Cameron.
As if some sick twist of fate was at play— you heard his voice carry through the night before you saw him step onto the porch.
“That was all on them, Kelce!”
“Whatever, man! I don’t even know—”
Both figures stopped when they saw you, analyzing your heated state with caution.
Kelce only took once single irritated glance at you before throwing a murderous look in Rafe’s direction. A single roll of his eyes was all he left you two with as he marched back into the house, leaving Rafe staring down at you amusedly.
He looked partially disheveled himself, sweat lining his brow, his hair no doubt pushed back across his face dozens of times already as that lone strand fell onto his forehead, shirt slightly wrinkled yet his demeanor as cool as ever, hearing him clear his nostrils several times— a head giveaway.
“Someone looks like they’re in timeout.”
He laughs as you gaze up at him, feeling like his gaze is piercing through you in the darkness.
“I could say the same for you…let me guess, everyone’s sick of your shit too?”
You’re left staring at each other awkwardly for a few moments before Rafe watches you stand slowly, taking a purposeful step towards him, his breath hitching unexpectedly as you never break eye contact with him.
Only when you start to raise a hand to his face does Rafe notice the blood on your hand, trying to piece it together but his mind being taken over by the feeling of your skin on his.
Your finger gently brushes away the white residue on his nose, eyes twinkling with something far from innocence.
“Care to share?”
It takes a few moments for Rafe to register what you’re asking, a low laugh escaping his lips as he tries to rationalize with himself.
“This isn’t you…”
“It is now…”
He sees the twinkle in your eyes latch onto something within his, sparking to a flame that Rafe swore he could actually feel on his face.
“What happened to the old, sweet little innocent, Y/N?”
The question fell easily from his lips, not taking a moment to remotely think of what your response would be as the hairs on his neck stood up at your words.
“She’s dead.”
And then, leaning forward into him suggestively, whispering up into his ear as though you were telling the world's biggest secret.
“I killed her.”
On instinct, you felt Rafe’s hand grab yours, your fingers entwining all too easily as you abandoned Topper's command and let him guide you back into the house and through the maze of people.
He doesn’t let go until he’s pulled both of you into a spare bedroom, looking around the room until landing on the small bedside table.
“This will work…”
You watch as he pulls the bag out of his pocket, dumping some of the contents onto the table and beginning to make identical “little” lines.
Rafe feels you kneel down next to him, eyeing him intently as he watches your dress hitch higher up your legs trying to rid his mind of even remotely going to where it wants to at the sight of you on your knees.
“You sure you wanna do this, it’s not—”
“Rafe— are you gonna shut the fuck up and quit lecturing me and hand me that $100 bill or am I going to have to pry it out of your hand?”
As stunned as he is, and as badly as he would love to see you try, he can’t help the enormous grin that breaks out across his face at your words, your sassiness tugging at something deep within him.
He kneels down next to you as he hands you the bill, watching you bring it up to your face and inhale the biggest line, the one he’d actually cut for himself.
With each line, you could feel your brain going fuzzy, feeling that gray static take over each one of your senses.
Meanwhile, each one of Rafe’s senses has been overtaken by you— unable to pry his eyes away from your face.
You notice him staring down at you after a moment, looking up at him trying to feign innocence but he could see right through you.
“What?” You ask, almost too forward.
Rafe’s fingers reach out to grab onto your chin, your own breath catching in your throat at the feeling as he stares right through you.
“I think you like being bad…”
Fingers still holding your chin in place, he watches a grain break across your own face now.
“Well, you’d know…”
Staring into your eyes at this moment, Rafe felt like he was standing at the edge of a cliff, ready to jump— ready to feel that free falling, pure bliss feeling that he knew only you could give him right now.
Broken memories of the past flood back to him— of you and your mom at the bake sale in middle school, of you teaching Weezie to swim in the Cameron pool, of the girl too afraid to kill spiders growing up. But the more recent ones too— of the fights he’d heard about and witnessed, of Topper's nonstop relentless bitching of your shitty attitude lately, something that Rafe was all too familiar with…
As that flame in your eye caught fire in his own, Rafe thought maybe, just maybe for the first time in his life, he didn’t have to feel alone.
Before he could put any more thought into it, he did the only logical thing he could as he jumped off the cliff.
Your brain explodes when Rafe leans forward and kisses your jaw, holding his lips there for several seconds before he pulls back and whispers in your ear.
“Hold still…”
You do as you're told, watching as Rafe takes his credit card to grab some of the white powder off the table, bringing it up to dip in your clavicle, that sweet spot where your shoulder nearly meets your neck. He throws the card back down on the table, his hungry gaze meeting yours as you watch him bring his face into your neck, feeling shivers down your spine as his breath fans your skin, hearing him inhale deeply as your eyes close at the feeling.
You shudder loudly in his grasp when you feel his tongue run across your skin, swirling back and forth along your shoulder blade like he’s literally trying to taste you.
His head pulls back to look at you, watching as your eyes flutter openly lazily.
“Your turn…”
Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head when Rafe lifts his shirt over his head, tossing it across the room as he hands you the rolled up bill.
He’s holding it out to you, but you just stare down at it, eyes finding his as you make no move to take it from him.
“Yeah…but have I earned it?”
Rafe could’ve choked.
“What…?”
“I’ve been bad…right?”
Rafe gulps deeply as he looks down at you, eyes hungry with something unfamiliar to him, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Yeah…yeah, that’s true.”
He’s standing above you now, brain trying to catch up as he watches your fingers undo his belt, mind exploding as you plant a kiss right above his pelvis as you pull his pants down slightly, freeing his already hardened cock from his pants.
He can’t believe it’s your hand wrapped around him right now as she shudders in your grasp, unbelieving that this is happening.
“Y/N, you don’t—”
“Let me show you how bad.”
Rafe nearly screams as your mouth wraps around his entire length, feeling your tongue swirl up and down on him, your hand coming up to take what little of him you can’t fit in your mouth.
“Holy shit—”
The inherent shyness you'd harbored growing up was nowhere to be found as Rafe watched your mouth bob up and down expertly on him, your eyes begging for his the entire time, breasts threatening to spill from your dress at the quick motion.
She’s perfect.
“Fuck, Y/N that feels so good—”
A loud, thundering knock booms from the door but your mouth stays planted firmly where it’s at.
“Someone’s in here!” Rafe shouts through gritted teeth.
“Rafe?”
Both of you immediately recognize Toppers voice—
“Fuck—”
Rafe’s mind is blown to a thousand pieces as instead of retreating at the sound of Topper's voice, you start to work your mouth even faster against him, making him nearly scream out.
“Have you seen, Y/N?!” Topper yells from the other side of the door.
“Yeah I’ve fucking seen her…”
He whispers only loud enough for you to hear him, watching the girl in question— his beautiful, perfect best friend wink up at him before shoving his dick as far back into her throat as it will go, making him bite down on his cheek till he’s sure to leave a mark.
“Rafe?!” Topper demands as another thud hits the door.
“No— haven’t fucking seen her! Little busy in here Top—”
But your mouth is working way too fast, as both yours and Rafe’s eyes roll to the back of your head, Rafe squeezing down on your shoulder, the same one he’d just inhaled coke off of, for dear life as he feels it build up.
“God dammit! She better not be getting into another fight, I swear to god—”
But Rafe’s not listening as Topper's voice grows distant, too lost in you and the complete control you have over him right now as grits your name over and over again through his teeth.
“Fuck, baby— I’m—”
He groans out loud when he feels your lips detach from him at the exact moment he needs you most— only to be replaced by both your hands as they pump him back and forth at wicked speed.
He watches as your tongue pokes out expectantly through your lips at the exact moment Rafe’s world blows apart, watching himself explode all over your chest, catching some in your awaiting mouth, the rest staining the sparkly material of your dress.
Catching his breath, one of your hands glenty continues to stroke him, the act of you holding onto his cock like that for some reason reminding him of holding hands, as your other hand comes down to your chest, fingers lapping up the sticky substance— watching as you bring both fingers up to your mouth and suck on them— reminding Rafe of a stupid little baby.
Rafe takes his own fingers to your chest and mirrors your actions, relishing in the feeling of your tongue lapping his own cum off his fingers.
“I think I like you better bad…”
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