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swissalbanianmiss · 23 days
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be quiet pt. 3 | luke hughes
warnings: mentions of oral (fem receiving) + orgasm denial, unprotected sex (be safe and responsible!)
a/n: okay, this is gonna be the last part but someone asked for a third part and i thought i should do it 🤭 can you keep quiet when luke is fucking you in the bedroom during a get together with the team?
be quiet pt. 1 ♡ be quiet pt. 2
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Nico pours me another glass of white wine as Jack tells a story to all of us gathered in the living room.
Today Jack and Luke decided to host the whole team and their wags/children for a small, chill house party.
Luke and I are curled up sitting on the floor together. He has his arm around my shoulder and his head resting against mine. His fingers trace circles along my exposed collarbone, my sweet spot. He knows what he’s doing.
I try to stay focused as he continues to lightly rub his finger along the spot that he always sucks and bites while he makes love to my body.
Earlier today, right after we woke up, Luke was between my thighs licking and sucking until they fully enclosed around his head. Just as I was about to cum he pulled away to go help Jack clean the house for the guests. Since then he’s been teasing me and trying to work me up. It’s obviously working. He knows how to make me go crazy.
I get up from my spot on the floor and head to mine and Luke’s bedroom. I’m hot and needy for Luke but I’m also overstimulated from the amount of socializing I have done in the past hour and a half.
I crawl under the blankets and scroll through Pinterest on my phone. 15 minutes later Luke walks through the door, locking it behind him. He gets into bed behind me and pulls my ass into his slightly hard cock. I attempt to roll away from him but he pulls me back in, wrapping his arms tighter around me.
He begins to press soft kisses along my neck and jawline. Small, quiet whimpers spill from my lips as he sucks my skin into his mouth.
I reach around, desperately trying to pull his sweatpants and boxers down. He laughs into my neck, pushing my hand away. “Don’t touch. Remember when you told me I wasn’t allowed to touch you a few days ago?” He’s referring to when I sucked him off as he played video games.
He runs his hand along my thigh before slipping his hand into my pants. He begins to rub slow circles on my clit through my panties. “Why are you worked up? Your panties are absolutely soaked, babe.” He speaks in a teasing manner. I buck my hips back into his fully hard shaft. “You want my cock? You’re gonna have to be quiet.” He pulls my pants down before pulling his down. “I can be quiet, Luke.”
“Okay, baby. No covering your mouth either.” I nod and he rubs his seeping tip along my folds. He slowly pushes in while rubbing my clit. We both quietly gasp when he’s fully balls deep inside of me. As he begins moving we both can hear steps outside of the door. The bathroom is pretty much right across from me and Luke’s room. I press my lips together to prevent moans from escaping. “Good girl. You can stay quiet baby. I know you can.” He whispers in my ear and I quietly hum in response.
He continues to pound in and out of me, making sure that our skin doesn’t clap too loud. I grip the pillow case tightly in my fists. Luke and I are both breathing heavily, trying our best to be quiet. I can hear Jack yelling down the hall at Nate Bastian about something stupid. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to stay focused on orgasming. I desperately need it after Luke left me hanging earlier.
“Luke, feels so good.” I moan a little too loud and he stops moving. He grabs my face to turn and look at him over my shoulder. “What did I say? You don’t know how to listen, babe?” I shake my head in disagreement.
“Do you want me to not let you cum again?”
“I do, Luke. I promise I can be quiet.”
“Okay baby. We’ll see.” He kisses my shoulder before he begins moving again. I adjust the pillow so that I can cover my face but Luke doesn’t like that. He pulls my face away from the pillow. “I said no covering your face. I guess you really don’t know how to listen.” He begins to pull out of my soaked, needy pussy. “Luke please. I’m so sorry. I promise I can listen to you.” I beg and beg causing Luke to laughing. I know I may sound a little pathetic but I need to cum so bad.
He finally obliges after a minute of me begging. He strokes in and out at the most perfect pace imaginable. With every stroke he hits all of the perfect places making it even harder not to make too much noise.
He kisses along my neck while we suddenly hear a knock on the door. “Lukey? Y/N? Are you guys okay?” Jack asks, trying to open the door. Thankfully it’s locked.
“We’re fine, bro. Y/N just doesn’t feel well so we’re just relaxing in here for a bit.” Jack responds, still fucking me deep.
“Oh? Does she need medicine? I can bring some.”
“No she’s fine.”
“Well what’s wrong with her then?”
“Period cramps.” I smack Luke’s arm at him choosing that as an excuse.
“Does she want me to make her hot water bottle.”
I feel myself about to cum as Luke and Jack continue to talk back and forth about me. I grip Luke’s arm as my pussy clenches even harder around Luke. I squeeze my lips shut and tip my head back. My chest is heaving as I feel Luke spill some precum inside of me.
“I’m making her hot water bottle. I’ll be back.”
“Whatever bro.” Luke croaks out. He’s close to cumming as well.
When we hear Jack walk away Luke picks up the pace. “Your pussy is so good, angel. I’m gonna cum.” He whispers in my ear. I feel my legs tense as my creamy release begins to coat his cock. I quietly whimper as Luke fucks me through my high. Once I’m finished I full relax into the bed as Luke fills me up with his sticky cum. He quickly pulls out and pulls our pants up, knowing Jack is going to return any minute now. I continue to catch my breath, feeling so used and pleasured.
Luke opens the door to Jack holding my hot water bottle, pain medication, a glass of water, and chocolate. Jack passed all of the goods to Luke. “Feel better, y/n!” Jack says before Luke closes the door on him.
Luke walks over to the bed smiling. He hands me the water bottle and I tuck it under the blankets. Even though I don’t actually have cramps it’s still comforting. Luke crawls into bed beside me and pulls me into his chest. His kisses my forehead while softly stroking my hair. “I love you. I’m so proud of you for staying quiet. Well quiet for the most part. Knew you could do it, babe.” I smile and nod. “Can we just pretend for the rest of the party that I don’t feel good?” He laughs and pulls me closer to his chest. “Of course, babe. I’m not done with you anyway.”
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distantdarlings · 5 months
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BY THE FIREPLACE PT.3 // t. nott
RATING: R / 2.3K WORDS
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Theo Nott x Fem Reader
+ SUMMARY - *Requested* You and Theo finally realize what exactly went down in the library after a very messy explanation from Mattheo, Enzo, and Pansy. Once the two of you go your separate ways and accept the embarrassment, you both start to let your imaginations wander.
+ WARNINGS - Language, slight sexual material (describing in character's heads)--not super graphic, Fem reader
+ MUSIC (listened to while writing) -
Johanna - Suki Waterhouse
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“What—pray tell—the fuck are you doing in my room?” Theo roared, his back planted firmly against his headboard. You had migrated to standing at the end of the bed, your hands just balancing yourself against the mattress.
“What are you talking about? I fell asleep in the library, I—did you kidnap me?” you shrieked in realization. 
“Are you kidding me? No, I didn’t fucking kidnap you. Are you daft?” he asks, his eyebrows furrowing. You scoff.
“Okay, first of all, you don’t need to be an ass about it,” you scolded, pointing a sharp finger at him, “and second of all, how the hell am I supposed to know if you did or not? I fell asleep in the library and woke up in your bed!”
“Look, I have no idea how—hey, where’s Sleepy?” he interrupted himself. He began gently pushing the covers around. 
“I’m sorry, who?” you ask. He pulled the comforter back and laid across the bed horizontally to glance under the bed.
“Just my cat, she…,”
He paused and leaned back up. The two of you made direct eye contact and stared for what felt like hours. His eyes were slightly squinted as he looked at you, up and down, and you did the same to him. His mouth opened and closed multiple times as if starting to say something but nothing ever came out. Slowly, the two of you came to a very morbid discovery.
“Nott…how long have you had your cat?” you asked, hoping for an answer you knew you weren’t going to get.
“I found her today…,” both of your eyes slid shut, “in the library.”
You groaned and pinched the bridge of your nose between your thumb and forefinger. Merlin help you. Of course, the amazing luck that you were granted did nothing to prevent you from having the worst day of your life. It turns out that having an incredible, life-changing gift wasn’t always a blessing. You opened your eyes.
Theo’s head snapped up suddenly. His furrowed eyebrows had drawn down to match the line of his eyelid. His jaw clenched and unclenched ferociously. The anger radiating off of him was nearly palpable. It shocked you just a bit because you had never seen him as anything but cool and confident.
“Are you okay?” you asked cautiously. He stood from the bed and marched right past you. He made his way over to the dorm entrance, undid the lock, and ripped it open. As if newly appearing, three bodies fell in and clumsily on top of each other. Mattheo Riddle, Pansy Parkinson, and Lorenzo Berkshire stared up at a fuming Theo. His breaths were moving through him like a charging animal.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he demands. They all stumble to their feet, struggling over each other. Theo is watching them intently, all but tapping his foot at them.
“Personally, I feel that we hinted at it pretty strongly—” Enzo started.
“Obviously I didn’t fucking get it, why wouldn’t you say something?”
“In our defense, we didn’t think you were going to…you know…take her back to your room,”  Pansy gestured vaguely.
“I thought she was a cat,” he enunciated each word slowly. “She was sweet and laying against me, I brought her in here so I could take a nap.”
“Well, it looks like you got a two-for-one deal!” Mattheo attempted a joke. Theo turned towards him with eyes like swords, begging to slash him into two. The dark boy’s smile dropped and he suddenly became very interested in the material of the drapes around him. You couldn’t stand this.
“Excuse me, I’m right here,” you say. “Would anyone like to tell me what the hell is going on?”
All three of them started to speak, trying to explain what exactly had been going down the last few hours. You could barely understand a single word. You refrained from rolling your eyes. This may be the worst thing that ever happened to you. Your eyes found the floor as the three students continued to try and explain everything over each other. A hand came to your mouth and you began to chew on the shredded skin along the edges of your nails. A bad habit, yes, but calming. 
Your eyes glanced up to look at Theo. His eyes watched the other three intently, trying to decipher them as well. Your eyes trailed down his figure. Mind betraying you, you remembered the way he felt pressed up against your back. His long, lean chest was pressed tightly against your spine and his strong, darkened arms had been wrapped tightly—possessively—around your waist. His forearms had been locked so roughly against your hip bone, you’d had to use both hands to push yourself up. His soft breaths had been cooly painting the skin just below your ear, tickling the small hairs there. A shudder ran down your arms as if he had just done it again.
The three students stopped their chattering and looked at you. You stopped biting at your fingers and stared at them, wide-eyed.
“What?”
“You shuddered,” Pansy stated. Theo’s eyes found yours, his head ever so slightly tilting to one side. Fuck. Your eyes traced the line of his jaw down his throat.
“I…just had a chill,” you brushed the thoughts away. “Okay, thank you all for those wonderful…explanations. I have been mortified by this and will never mentally heal from it. I think I am going to go back to my dorm.”
And with that, you clapped your hands together and turned towards the exit. None of them said anything else to you or made any effort to stop you from going, so you figured you all would just awkwardly pretend it never happened. You figured your books and things were still back in the library so you started heading that way, hoping that nobody had tried to turn anything into the lost and found. How long had you been out?  
“Okay, I don’t think laying with me is ‘mortifying,’” Theo scoffed.
“I think so,” Mattheo said. Theo responded by giving him a swift punch to the shoulder. 
In the back of his mind, Theo heard Pansy make some kind of joke that sent the three of them into a spiral of laughter. But, for whatever reason, his thoughts were traipsing across a vast landscape. His mind's eye was traveling up the expanse of the sheets that were wrapped messily around the two of you. They were tracing the peak of her bare thigh that her tugged skirt had exposed and reminiscing on the way his hands had felt against her soft body. Her hair had just gently tickled the tip of her nose and she had smelled so, so good. Merlin, it had been so long since—
“Theo!” He jumped out of his own thoughts. His eyes found his very concerned friend group as they appeared to be waiting for an answer from him.
“Mate, I said your name, like, eight times,” Mattheo said. Theo shrugged.
“Sorry, I was distracted…” Theo thought he heard the other boy mumble a smart–ass comment but he just ignored him. His damned brain kept flying back to that girl. He didn’t know what it was but something about her waking up next to him like that had him seeing her in a whole new light. She wasn’t unattractive—she was anything but—but she really seemed to hate him. She was always rolling her eyes or scoffing anytime he announced a wrong answer in class. And she never called him by his first name, only his last. He can’t say he knew that much about girls but those particular attributes did not seem like they belonged to one that liked him. 
He shrugged those thoughts off the best he could and followed his group of friends out of the dorm and into the common room where more of their acquaintances had begun to gather.
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It had been hours. Hours and you were still thinking about Theo Nott. This was ridiculous. You needed to move on, needed to get to the homework you had been trying to get done this whole evening, but you just couldn’t. Every thought kept realigning itself to the way it felt when he had been holding you. It sent chills down your spine every time you thought about it. You had never been held like that.
Your roommates were all out late, trying to have a good time down at the Three Broomsticks. They had begged you to come but, due to a particularly interesting afternoon, you had incidentally become very behind on your homework. So you declined and promised you would next time. 
Yet, you still weren’t done with this stupid assignment and probably could have gone with them anyway. You groaned in frustration and dropped your head against the desk, feeling the cool wood beneath it. 
This morning, if you could have guessed what you’d be doing, mulling over the way Theo’s arms looked, would not have even been in the top one million guesses. But here you were, practically drooling over the way his veins wrapped around his muscular arms. 
You remembered the way his large hands had been so gently placed over your stomach, the tips of his fingers gently gripping your flesh while he slept. The way his hips were pressed firmly against your ass—
“Aah!” you squealed in utter shame, shaking the thoughts away from your head. What the fuck, what the fuck. You might die. The fact that you couldn’t get him off your mind despite how much you couldn’t stand him was disconcerting. You’d always thought he was extremely handsome, as did practically everyone else, but you never thought you’d even imagine in that…way. Damn it.
Theo rolled over, tugging the comforter back over his shoulders. He shut his eyes once more, trying painfully hard to will himself to sleep. He had Quidditch practice in the morning, he needed to get some rest. He needed to. But he couldn’t. That stupid—you were running through his mind like a record stuck on rotate. It kept going and going, scratching against him. He’d never, ever thought about you in any way other than annoyance. But he couldn’t get you off his mind. 
All he could think about was the way you were arched gracefully against his hips when you were laid out together. The way your skirt was pulled over your hips and he could almost see the line of your underwear beneath the sheets. He wondered what color they were, what they looked like. He kept his eyes closed, clenching them harder. Go to sleep. 
Your body was pressed against his just like before. The light outside made your hair and shoulders glow, spotlighting every rise and fall your breathing pushed through you. Your hair was pulled over your shoulder and splayed gracefully over the pillow. He wanted to touch it but he kept his hands firmly where they were.
Suddenly you grunted gently and rolled over, coming face to face with him. This time you didn’t jump back and scream and accuse him of kidnapping you. This time, your eyes were opened and simply watching him. Your gaze was lidded and sultry, your lashes creating a sinister shadow along your cheeks. A small smirk spread over your lips as he watched you. Still, he did not move.
Your hands slowly rose between the two of you. Your soft, nimble fingers found the buttons of your uniform shirt and began working them down. Theo’s breath halted in his chest as more and more of you were revealed. Your hands granted him passage to your chest. You wore a laced black bra that was cinched tightly between your breasts. His eyes flickered down once, twice. He swallowed thickly. 
Your hands pulled away from your shirt once the last button was undone and pushed him back so he rested comfortably against the headboard. You pushed a leg across his lap and settled neatly in the empty space. Like a reflex, his hands came to rest against your skirted hips. His fingertips brushed the felted material as you stared down, challenging him. 
You split the two sides of your shirt and slid it over and off your smooth shoulders. Without so much as a breath, Theo leaned forward and pressed his lips to the skin there. You gave a light gasp at his action. Your rapid heartbeat danced against his tongue as he ran it along the expanse of your neck.
You pushed him back against the headboard. You pulled your hands up to the clip pressed tightly against your chest. Your fingers curled around it and—
Theo’s eyes opened. The sun was up and Mattheo was squatted beside his bed, watching him with an obnoxious smirk printed on his face. Theo jumped back at the sudden face in front of him. He leaned up and glanced around wildly, trying to gather his bearings, ignoring Mattheo’s annoying cackling beside him.
“Dude, what the hell?” Mattheo laughed.
“What? Shut the fuck up,” he grumbled, pushing him back away from the bed.
“Oh, baby,” Mattheo moaned in a high-pitched voice. “Come here, darling. Let me—”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Theo asked.
“You must have been having one hell of a dream, man,” he laughed, “when I got in here, you were saying all kinds of stuff.”
Theo blushed deeply, his nose and ears burning, as he remembered the subject of his dream. Flashes of your thick hips and chest pressed against him and his hands and lips on you and…fuck.
“Shit, man, who were you dreaming about? You’re as red as an apple,” Mattheo asked, an eyebrow arching. Theo didn’t reply. Mattheo’s eyes widened. 
“Oh my god, you weren’t dreaming about—?”
“How about some breakfast?” Theo interrupted, abruptly pulling the covers back and slipping a tee shirt over his head.
Part 4!
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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 12 days
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Angst with a happy ending, older Eddie, reader acting like a brat. Arguments then fluff. 18+, mdni.
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Sex. Just sex. That's all you were to Eddie. Knowing it and accepting it was hard for you. So much so that you were in one hell of a mood.
And acting like a major brat. At first Eddie took it in his stride, maybe you were getting sick or you didn't sleep that good.
He usually had endless patience when it came to you. You had him wrapped around your little finger yet you didn't even know it. Not that Eddie would admit it but it was true.
Despite that your attitude was beginning to grate on him and he had enough.
Eddie loses patience. "What the fuck is wrong with you today? why are you so bitchy?" He's put up with your sullenness and attitude all day and he's tired of it.
"I'm fine" you snap, there's no way you could tell him what was really wrong. That you were completely in love with him and he only saw you as a fuck buddy.
Then that would be the end of your relationship and you didn't want it to end. You had grown attached to Eddie so quickly, you'd be heartbroken if your relationship ended.
"Obviously you're not fine if you've been in a mood all day. What the hell is wrong? Clearly I spoil you too fucking much because you're acting like a spoiled brat" tears pool in your eyes and you will them away.
"So now I'm just an annoyance to you?" You question him and he shakes his head, throwing his arms up in the air.
"I give up. You're twisting my words" you look away feeling your heart sink at his words. Maybe you should just tell him? Rip off the band aid or so to speak.
Unfortunately your mouth runs away with you before you can think about it. "You're the one who called me a brat" he rolls his eyes, folds his arms across his chest and gives you a dark look.
"Because you are! From the moment you woke up to now, all I've had is you bitching in my ear even when I asked you what is wrong, you don't answer"
Anxiety claws in your veins and you don't know what to say to salvage the situation. You shouldn't have been so moody, you know that but the argument had pretty much spiralled out of control.
"Well why don't I just leave then if I'm annoying you so much?" you snap and gather your clothes. He shrugs and his body language turns cold, colder then you've ever seen.
"Maybe you should" the tears flow freely at his tone and you kick yourself as you rush downstairs. You may have just ruined everything.
You were so scared that admitting your feelings to Eddie would mean you would lose him, and it was killing you keeping your feelings a secret.
Turns out that maybe you had just lost him anyway.
...
After the argument with Eddie you feel even worse and plan to cuddle in bed and shut off from the world just for a little bit.
Eddie had other plans. It isn't long before he's at your house, quietly letting himself in and making his way upstairs. He hated seeing you cry, it was like a punch to the gut and he was anxious to make it up to you.
He was also very keen to get to the root of the problem and why you were acting out so much today. Something was bothering you for you to act this way. He wanted to find out what it was.
Your quiet sobs reach him and it tears at his heart as he enters your room and finds you curled up on the bed. Hiding away.
Tenderly Eddie stokes your hair and you turn to face him. He wipes your tears away and sighs.
"You didn't have to come over so late. I know you're working early tomorrow" you murmur and he softens as he lays beside you.
"I'm my own boss. I make my own start time sweetheart. I had to see you. Couldn't sleep without my princess beside me could I?" He settles beside you and you smile.
"I'm sorry, I was bitchy. I didn't mean to be" he kisses your hair and nods accepting the apology.
"I'm sorry, princess. I shouldn't have yelled at you or called you a brat. Please tell me what's wrong? You're obviously anxious about something" you bite your lip and he waits for you to say.
"I'm scared" you whisper to him and he feels heartbroken at this. He never wants you to feel scared or that you can't talk to him, you can talk to him about anything.
"Princess, you can tell me anything. You never have to be scared of telling me anything" he holds you close and feels you relax. You still hide your face in his shoulder as you work up the courage to talk to him.
"I'm in love with you, I know you don't feel the same way but I just wanted you to know. It's killing me not saying anything"
Eddie is stunned. This is what got you so worked up, that you were in love with him? Did you think he'd reject you?
Jesus h Christ, did you not realise that he was so in love with you too? He'd never felt this way about anyone. It scared him how deep his feelings were but he has been planning to tell you for ages.
He just wanted it to be the right time and be romantic. Turns out he had waited too long and you were thinking he didn't love you.
That wouldn't do at all.
"I'm so in love with you. How can you not see that?" Eddie caresses your cheek and you feel all of your fears slip away. You snuggle into him and peer up with pure joy on your face.
"I love you too Eddie"
All of this angst and shit could have been avoided if you had both just spoken up sooner. Both of you make a vow that night to always communicate your feelings.
But first a lot of making up was required ;)
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maple-the-awesome · 2 months
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Body Swap || Part 2/2
Part 1 ||
Pairings: Legend, Time, Twilight, Warrior x Reader
Overview: A wizard's spell leaves you both in a state of confusion, especially upon realizing you're no longer in your assigned bodies. No Wind for this one, so we'll just give him a cookie and spare him the trauma for today -.-/🍪 The other boys are at my mercy, though
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Panic ensues nearly the second your situation becomes realized. Legend frantically tugs at his hair and clothing, hoping this to be some sort of illusion cast by that wizard, however his senses only confirm his fears: you've switched bodies.
You're him and he's you which probably shouldn't be as big of a deal as he makes it out to be considering how much worse this could've gone, after all, a greater enemy might've caused actual harm, yet that doesn't stop him from being upset.
Out of everyone this could've happened with - out of all nine of his traveling companions - why did this have to happen with you, the only girl in the group?! Nevermind that you're also his crush!
"I can't believe this..." He groans, picking at another strand of hair and holding it in front of his face. Alas, the color isn't the same as his usual faded pink, "Give me back my body!"
You whip your head around at Legend's demand, finding yourself mildly offended by it which is shown through the placement of your hands on your hips, "Don't you think I would if I could? Like it or not, I think we're stuck like this –"
"- Are you kidding me -?!"
"- Until the spell either wears off or we find a way to reserve it," You narrow your eyes when he interrupts. Standing, you dust yourself while he copies the action except with some added complaints and curses mumbled under his breath.
"I can't believe this. Of course, this is how my day would end. I can't ever catch a break, can I?! The others are never going to let this go. It's all we're going to hear about for the next week!"
"Geeze, I didn't know a day in my body would be so terrible for you."
Legend frowns, not intending to make you feel bad. It's not like you asked for any of this yourself. You’re equally as inconvenienced. It's just...reeeally weird and uncomfortable knowing that he's technically you right now. He's currently in the body of the girl he finds most attractive and sometimes daydreams about –
"I'm sure you're not having any more fun than I am. Let's just get out of here and find a solution as fast as possible, okay?" Legend hastily grabs your hand, intending on getting you both out of this dungeon before you can notice the redness to his cheeks (at least, he's sure he'd be blushing if in his own body right now. Is it even visible on your cheeks, though?), however almost as soon as he pulls, he's nearly thrown back against your unmoving weight.
Kill him now. He isn't used to not having his power bracelets.
"Did you...want me to follow you?"
"...Obviously..."
"Do you also want me to hold your hand so you don't get lost?" You give his hand a squeeze, all the while wearing a shit-eating grin that makes his face even warmer than before.
"...Forget it and fuck off," With that, he drops your hand and marches off, yet you aren't far behind, chasing after him while clearly having too much fun with his reaction.
"You know, this is usually the point when you ask me if I'm on my time of month! Is that your problem, Vet? You're already hormonal after just a few minutes in a girl's body?"
Has his laugh always been this obnoxious? Does he owe Warrior an apology?
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"...Well, this is troublesome."
Your eye twitches after Time's calm 'evaluation' of the situation, "...'Troublesome'? You THINK?! You know, when I woke up this morning, I did not expect to end up becoming a sixty-year-old man -!"
"- Sixty? Is that how old you think I am?"
"Well, you act like it sometimes!" You defend, huffing at the end of your sentence before trying to rise onto your feet which still feel wobbly due to that wizard's spell. It takes you a second - and you almost tumble forward like a newborn giraffe, causing you to start swinging your arms around in a desperate attempt to regain balance - but eventually you do succeed in the basic human function called 'standing', "We need to find the Veteran. This is his stupid world, so I'm blaming him for this happening!"
Time, meanwhile, takes pity upon you by letting your previous comment slide. Unlike you, he easily gets to his feet as if ending up in someone else's body is an everyday occurrence for him. His new height is something you take immediate notice of, mentally noting how strange it is to be looking down at someone – let alone him – from so far up. Is this how it always feels for him? No wonder he took on the mantel of being the 'dad' of the group so quickly. You all probably look like literal children to him!
"Thank Hylia we camped close to the dungeon. The others should be getting ready for dinner at this point, so they'll all be in attendance to take joy in our misery," You smile sarcastically with a wave of your hand, however you only take a few steps forward before turning around and realizing that Time isn't following you. His face also looks rather...alarmed?
"...You okay there?"
He hums and gives you an awkward thumbs up, yet that doesn't change his expression any nor does he immediately move to follow you. He simply stands there, his face bright with embarrassment until he finally clears his throat, "I...think I might've had an accident?"
"An 'accident'...?" You scrunch your nose, needing a moment to understand what he could possibly mean. Did he just piss himself as you? You would've thought he'd have more self-control even if he isn’t technically himself. Sure, it might be scary opening your eyes to find yourself in someone else's body, but it's not that scary to warrant - ...Oooh...You get what he means now...
When the realization sinks in, you can feel your own face grow warm. You had forgotten all about that, "Oh shit. I, um...Yeah that's not – It's harmless, really. You'll be fine, it's just -...You know what, just don't worry about, okay? Let's focus on getting ourselves switched back around first. You, uh...gonna be okay dealing with it for now?"
Sympathy laces your voice, however it isn’t exactly strong enough to hide your embarrassment. Seriously, could this get anymore modifying? You weren't trying to think about the whole 'my-crush-is-currently-in-my-body' thing, but you definitely can't ignore it now! Out of all the days of the month this could happen - How embarrassing for you both!
Fortunately, Time, ever the brave gentlemen, nods, that be it slowly and unsurely, "If you can do it your whole life, I can manage for a day..."
"That's the spirit!" Please, please, please say Legend knows a solution for this because you will absolutely die if you have to talk Time through a 'change' of certain materials tonight.
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“Oh no…”
“What do you mean by ‘oh no’? What happened? Are you hurt?” Twilight’s voice – which doesn’t really sound like his own – gets progressively more concerned by each question until he finally manages to escape the wall of smoke around him. Once finally receiving a clear view of his hands, he suddenly understands the meaning behind your less-than-thrilled expression.
“That’s what I mean by ‘oh no’,” You frown, watching as he flips his hands around front and back to confirm the notable difference he sees. It would be difficult to ignore how much smaller and smoother they’ve gotten…or to turn a blind eye to all the other major variations throughout the entirely of his body.
“Has anything like this happened to you before?” Whatever surprise you have towards your shared predicament is either quickly recovered from or masked well, because you don’t hesitate to pick yourself up and start collecting your fallen belongings – or rather Twilight’s – from the ground.
“Can’t say it has. I’m guessin’ you’re in the same boat?”
“Yeah, this is the first time I can knock ‘switching bodies’ off the bingo board,” You shake your head, pausing to watch him stand as well, “I know Wind mentioned being able to control other people’s bodies or something like that before. ‘not sure if it’s the same or if he’d know how to fix this.”
“Even if not, we’re in Legend’s world. He’d have to know some kind of solution,” Twilight sighs, going to place a hand on his hip out of habit, but he instantly decides against it in a quick movement he hopes wasn't too obviously. Even if he's consciously in this body, it's still yours. Touching his hip now would be no different from touching your hip any other time which is NOT a friendly place for hands to be! At least that's what his awkward brain tells him.
Trying not to dwell too much on any of that, he makes himself useful by plucking your dropped sword off the ground and returning it to your scabbard the same way you had done with his before reaching down to grab -
“- Don’t touch that!” You’re startled to a halt by Twilight’s sudden shout and turn to give him a puzzled look as he gulps while eyeing the shadow shard you were inches away from picking up next, “It, uh…It’s sharp.”
You narrow your eyes suspiciously at him, and for a second he’s worried he might just have to tackle you to prevent you from touching the object in question (which now that he’s considering it, would probably only be as effective as a sparrow attacking a horse seeing as you’ve switched bodies not to mention you’d only have more reason to question him in that case but -)
“- All you Links are such terrible liars,” You huff after a minute. Nevertheless, you step aside and allow Twilight to pick up the necklace himself. He’s careful to only touch the string and tuck it securely in a pocket because the very last thing he needs added to this day is you finding out one of his greatest secrets by literally becoming it yourself which would then undoubtably lead to his second greatest secret being discovered, after all, it's one thing for a random wolf to let you give him kisses free of charge, but there'll be a lot more to unravel there if you find out it's been your travel companion the whole time.
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"Okay. Try not to panic. There has to be some way to reverse this - ARE YOU CHECKING ME OUT RIGHT NOW?!"
Warrior jumps with a start after having been caught, although he must not be too embarrassed because he doesn’t immediately remove his hands from their place on his hips nor does he show much shame in currently having his body turned at an angle to look at his – or more importantly – your back side, “What?! You do it to yourself all the time!”
"T-That’s not - When I'm in my own body!” You stammer, blushing at the realization that you apparently haven’t been as subtle with your habit of checking your own appearance here and there, “Excuse me if I don’t want to walk around looking like a mess with dirt and leaves stuck to my backside! I’m not over here looking at your dick!”
"I hardly think you can equate that to an ass," He deadpans.
"Well, I'm not looking at your ass, either, pervert!"
At last, something you say seems to get to him, your words causing Warrior to bow his head with a pout and that shared discomfort he should’ve had from the beginning, “I’m not a pervert. If it’s such a big deal, then you can come over here and fix the backside of this tunic. It’s riding up on me and it’s driving me crazy.”
You blink then glance around him to notice that your tunic is indeed all out of sorts, one end lifted and tucked in your belt. It must’ve gotten stuck that way during your fight with that wizard…Now you just feel like an idiot…
“…Oh.”
“Oh,” Warrior mocks with a roll of his eyes, not saying much else – perhaps out of pity - as he waits for you to help fix the tunic correctly, although truthfully he’s just busy redirecting his eyes and cursing himself internally for not having explained the situation from the start. He maybe-kinda spaced the fact that he’s currently in your body and didn’t consider the implications of what it would look like for you to see him fussing over your back end. How were you to know he was simply fixing your tunic? He really did probably look like a massive pervert.
“There,” You finally step away.
“Thanks,” He coughs into his fist awkwardly with his opposite hand rubbing the back of his neck. Even in a different body, he carries the same nervous habits, “Uh, sorry. I didn’t mean to –“
“- No. No, you’re fine. I, uh, should’ve had more trust in you," You mumble, running a hand over your hot face before shaking your head. You need to get it together, "Come on. Let's just get out of here and find a way to fix this before any other misunderstandings can happen."
Warrior nod and follows after you out of the dungeon without another word to be said. He won't say it aloud - He refuses to even admit it to himself because he's supposed to be a gentleman and what if you've suddenly become a mind reader?...But if you were to for some reason ask his opinion, you do in fact have a fine ass.
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If a nerd in highschool suddenly gained muscular body, without an effect on his brains or mental state
How quickly would he actually, naturally change? Maybe the attention gives him an ego?
Or maybe the jocks want to be his friend
How much of a jock could the nerd become?
Project diary, entry 1 (Friday)
My name is Salomon Miller. I live in Providence, Connecticut and am a senior in high school. I wouldn't say I have any real hobbies, but I am interested in art history, architecture, astronomy and geology. And many other things. I read a lot and actually everything I can get my hands on. But my passion is sociology and political science. That's also one of the reasons why I'm writing this diary. Starting next semester, I will be studying at Stanford and have a full scholarship, which is linked to my participation in a project. The Department of Sociology will use my person to investigate the effects of serious physical changes on the psyche and behavior. I won't find out in advance what the physical changes are, but the changes were set in motion with the help of an injection that I received today.
My parents support me in the project. My father is a lawyer specializing in environmental law, my mother is a neurologist and psychiatrist. Neither of them understand why I chose to study sociology, but as they both studied at Stanford, they accept my plans. They don't have many options either, they are both in Europe for a long time. My mother has a research semester at the University Hospital of Heidelberg and my father is currently representing a client in a lengthy case at the European Court of Justice. I've known this situation since I was a child. I'm used to having our gardener or Consuela, our housekeeper, as my social contact. That's not meant in a negative way, I love my parents, even if our contact is often less intensive. This has taught me a certain independence, which I really appreciate.
Today is the Friday evening before the last weekend of the summer vacation. The date was chosen deliberately for the injection. This gives me until Monday morning to get used to the upcoming transformation. At the moment, I feel nothing more than a certain tiredness. Normally I would go for a long walk or read something. But I'm just exhausted and will go to bed early.
Project diary, entry 2 (Saturday)
I woke up at around 03:00 in the morning. I was scared to death. I was almost strangled by my pyjamas. I tried to rip the top off my body. I tore it completely to shreds. I was no longer wearing my pyjama bottoms, which were already lying in tatters in my bed. It was clear to me that the transformation had begun. And a look in the bathroom mirror gave me certainty. My whole body was twitching, just like I'd seen in a Hulk movie. Except I didn't turn green. But my muscles literally grew. In fact, little else has changed. I am still clearly me. Even though my neck was already wider than my head, which is why I almost suffocated in my pyjamas, this was still my face. My hairstyle unchanged. My eyesight was also the same. Fortunately, the head can't get any more muscular, the glasses still fit. My thoughts were running amok in my head, I can't describe the feeling, especially as the cramps didn't stop and the muscles continued to grow. I lay down on my bed and tried to relax. At around 04:30 the cramps subsided and I fell asleep again from exhaustion.
When I woke up at around 09:45, I was lying sticky and sweaty in a dried up puddle of semen. Obviously I had ejaculated once or several times. After getting up, I went to the bathroom to assess the change. According to the scales, I now weigh 120 kilograms (I assume that documentation in metric units is more scientific), my height is unchanged at 182 cm. What has actually changed is the length of my penis, which is now 18 cm when flaccid. I have not yet been able to measure the length when erect. In fact, I would have thought that the sight of a muscular man would somehow excite me. But my head has been working like crazy since I got up, I suppose my blood is needed in my brain and is not available for an erection. The shower was still an incredible experience. My body feels great. I had no idea what muscles felt like. However, I realized while showering that I had a problem: None of my clothes would fit me anymore. And my father is smaller than me and, like I was until yesterday, is also more of an ectomorph. My only hope was that José, our gardener, who is probably almost as muscular as me and about my height, had some of his clothes in the dirty laundry. He and Consuela both don't work at the weekend and I didn't want to invade his room.
I was actually lucky and managed to find a pair of jeans, a jockstrap, a T-shirt and a pair of tennis socks in the laundry. Everything smelled very unpleasant and at first I thought about washing it first and then putting it on, but then decided against it. Instead, I went to the mall as I was to buy something new to wear. There is an expense account from the project, which is presumably intended for exactly these cases. Shopping really was an ordeal. As usual, I went to Macy's at Providence Place Mall first, but I realized pretty quickly that I wasn't going to find anything in my size there besides clothes for gym class. Then I went to Abercrombie & Fitch for the first time. The sales assistants literally pounced on me. The XXL T-shirts fitted reasonably well, my thighs were too big for the jeans, but shorts were fine. Fortunately, the weather forecast for the next few days is still very good.
Even though I was extremely focused on quickly working through my shopping list and getting back home, I didn't miss the effect I had on my body. Not only did the sales clerks pay much more attention to me, people turned to me, nodded appreciatively at me and greeted me. It all made me extremely uncomfortable. I was glad when I got home again.
Project diary, entry 3 (Sunday)
I'm not really a religious person, but I value the institution of the church as a culturally integrating entity. So I probably would have actually gone to church, but I would have been very uncomfortable in shorts and low-cut t-shirts that exposed my chest. So I spent the day making up my bed, doing the laundry and getting ready for the first day of school after the vacations. My story for teachers and classmates will be that I spent the summer in Europe with my parents and discovered my enthusiasm for the gym out of boredom. I have no idea whether this story will be accepted. As much as possible, I completed the course enrollment online. Because I really have no idea what I can do with this body, I signed up for boxing and wrestling. The alternative would have been football, but I have no experience at all with team and ball sports. Swimming used to be the sport I hated the least, but a few laps in our pool today have shown me that my body has become less streamlined. Although I have a lot more strength, my times are worse than usual.
I have signed up again for the astronomy and chess clubs. Apart from that, I thought it made sense to leave myself enough time to be able to react to unexpected events.
My first real test was my Sunday video conference with my parents. As I can't hide anything, I decided to take the offensive and had the conversation in nothing but my swimming trunks by the pool. Even though I had no real idea of my parents' reaction, I was actually taken aback. My mother scientifically dissected the situation and said that my body was probably more efficient now and therefore I would have a benefit gain. My father disagreed, as he assumed that a bulkier body had a worse ecological balance. In the beginning, I tried to approach this project as objectively as possible. But then I couldn't help but start crying. I was afraid of tomorrow. And my parents actually showed something like emotion and compassion.
Project diary, entry 4 (Monday)
I was expecting something like running the gauntlet. But the first day at school was actually relatively unproblematic. Most of my friends at least pretended to believe my story about my stay in Europe. The teachers were not surprised either and largely went straight back to business as usual. The only noticeable reaction came from the musclemen and jocks. I have the feeling that they never took their eyes off me. When there was eye contact, I received a respectful nod. Otherwise, I felt a bit like a foreign lion approaching a pride of lions. Every muscle of the alpha animals and their water carriers was tense and ready to strike if I got too close to their watering hole. I'm looking forward to my first PE lesson tomorrow.
Project diary, entry 6 (Tuesday)
While the morning was more of a triumph, the afternoon was a debacle. The subject matter in chemistry and physics suits me very well, everything is very interesting. There shouldn't be any significant challenges in Spanish lessons either. But the new Spanish teacher is also an advantage here. Based on her first impression, she probably thought I was a hollow nut. She didn't expect me to have already read Don Quixote in the original and in the contemporary Spanish transcription during the vacations.
I embarrassed myself to the bone in gym class. Of course, after my contrived lie, everyone assumed that I knew my way around the gym like the back of my hand. And I don't even know how to hold a barbell properly. Interestingly, no one laughed at me or anything. On the contrary, they all assumed that I'm extremely underchallenged and told me that I should just train for myself and that I should join them next week after I've learned the basics. But maybe that was just polite contempt.
In any case, I spent the whole afternoon and evening at home watching all the gym tutorials I could get hold of and reading everything I could find about bodybuilding, nutrition and supplements. That's why I skipped the first session of the chess club. But I had to prioritize.
Project diary, entry 7 (Wednesday)
Theory is good, practice is better. That's why I went straight to the gym this morning at 06:00. The school janitor who opened the door for me said appreciatively that my discipline was paying off. The big boys are always the first to arrive in the morning. If only he knew. But in fact I was lucky, I was alone on the training area until 07:00 and by then I had familiarized myself with most of the machines I had learned how they worked in theory and had also developed a feeling for the weights I was able to lift.
The second visitor to the gym after me was the quarterback of the football team. Stephen and I have been at the same school since first grade. Of course I know him. But of course he has no idea who I am. We've never had classes together and someone like me is of course a nobody to him. Or was a nobody to him. Now I was his biggest rival, the only classmate who had bigger biceps and a broader chest than him. And being the alpha male that he was, he sought conflict directly. As far as I know, the jocks and Himbo's call it "cock comparison". Wherever I trained, he did the same afterwards with more weight. After training, he waited for me in front of the shower and said that he had already heard about me. I was the Spanish exchange student. I looked at him questioningly. "Well, the one who had that book with the windmills and the crazy knight at school. The linebacker goes to your Spanish course. Clever to take Spanish as a Spaniard," he said. I shook his hand, introduced myself as Salomon and told him we were in the same kindergarten. He returned the offered hand with a fist bump and said that I must have mistaken him. He had never been to Spain. But I spoke very good English for a Spaniard.
I always prefer to spend my lunch break alone. I like to read or just relax. This time, however, Stephen waved me straight over to him and his boys. He introduced me as Sal and said I should tell him how I liked it in the USA. At first, I wanted to start comparing European democracies with the US, especially in light of the rise of populist tendencies. But then I didn't think that was a good idea and just said that I thought the USA was the greatest country in the world. Stephen gave me a fistbump and all his buddies followed suit. Before English class after lunch, my friend Frederick passed me and said somewhat reproachfully whether I would always eat with the football team now. I laughed and gave him a fist bump and said that I would only eat as long as my primate research project lasted.
Project diary, entry 8 (Friday)
Yesterday was a wild day! I went to wrestling practice. Everyone but me has taken wrestling as a sport since they were in high school. I'm the only one who had no experience at all. Sure, I looked at and read through everything I could find to prepare. But without any practical experience, I really made a fool of myself. Thank God the coach really understood me. He said that he was sorry that bodybuilding wasn't a school subject. And then he gave me tips on how to pose properly. Damn, when I stood in front of the mirror in just my underpants and he touched my muscles to get them in the right position, I got a boner. And he obviously noticed. He then hugged me from behind and massaged my nipples. It was a feeling I'd never experienced before. I started to moan. He pulled me close to him. I felt his hard-on against my ass. And then I had my first orgasm outside of my bathroom. I was so embarrassed. And it was so great! Since then, I've really just wanted to make my coach proud. I've spent every spare minute at the gym, signed up to the sports club to do more wrestling and spent a small fortune on sportswear. I'm afraid I have a real crush for the first time in my life.
Today I got a telling off from my friends from the astronomy club. I missed the meeting and no longer see them during school breaks. I admit it, I'm neglecting my old social environment. But I have to find my way in my new role. Or rather, I have to find this new role first. Tonight I have a date with a couple of guys from the sports club. We're going to the gym first and then want to watch football in the sports bar. I'm a bit excited because I've tended to spend my weekend evenings alone in front of the computer so far. Now I have to think about what I'm going to wear.
Project diary, entry 9 (Sunday)
Dude, I might be drunk. For the second night in a row. The weekend is one big party. Last night at the sports bar was great. It was a little hard at first to pretend I knew anything about football. But after one beer I didn't give a shit. At some point, someone bought me some booze. Because his team had won or something. I was completely out of it and had to puke at some point. I can't really remember, but I'm afraid I didn't hit the toilet bowl. One of the boys then took me home with him. I really wasn't able to find my way home. Apparently, at some point I invited the boys over for a pool party on Saturday. And it escalated a little bit. Fuck, I probably have to spend the rest of the day tidying and cleaning. But for now I'm going to bed. After I've thrown up.
Project diary, entry 10 (Monday)
I'm a bit embarrassed about my behavior at the weekend. When I woke up on Sunday, a few of the boys were still snoring by the pool. And a few of them were making breakfast on the barbecue. I didn't really get around to cleaning. And then I overslept today too. Consuela suddenly came into my room and asked if my parents knew what had happened here. I gave her 100 dollars from my emergency expense fund and asked her not to reveal anything. She and Raoul actually did a great job. When I got home from astronomy club late at night, everything was pretty tidy again. The two of them are real treasures!
Mondays are not sports days. History, English, math. I admit that math has never been my hobbyhorse. And my teacher has made no secret of the fact that he thinks I'm an overprivileged white boy. When I couldn't answer a question to his satisfaction today, he said something along the lines of "Muscleheads are just all airheads". The whole back row started throwing paper balls at the teacher and hooting in protest. I have never received such expressions of sympathy.
Between school and the astronomy club, I went to the optician and got some contact lenses. Glasses are just so annoying when you're doing sport. And then I went to the hairdresser. I like my haircut. My hair is longer at the nape of my neck than at the sides. I had a photo of Coach with me and said that I wanted to look like this. Hehehe, the hairdresser said that he couldn't take away my muscles. In fact, I'm bigger than Coach. The hairdresser also shaved my beard. I haven't even written that yet, I have the feeling that my beard and body hair are growing faster and thicker. A bush is growing under my armpits and in my pubic area...
The astronomy club was terribly exhausting. I wanted to concentrate on the Jupiter-Venus conjunction. We had the best conditions to observe it today. But the nerds were all just asking questions about what exactly it was like on vacation, how I trained, how I changed my diet. I prepared myself for these kinds of questions. But every one of my answers was scientifically dissected. If it goes on like this, I'd rather look at the stars alone.
Project diary, entry 11 (Thursday)
The last few days have been pretty exciting, which is why I didn't get around to writing the diary. After training on Tuesday I went to the showers. Not all the guys on the team do this, but I just don't feel comfortable in the sweat with a bit of Axe under my arms. I also urgently needed to clear my balls and cock of the hair that was growing and shave my chest. I still can't get used to how hairy I get. In any case, it all took longer than with the other boys and then I was alone with Chuck in the shower. And suddenly Chuck knelt in front of me and sucked my cock. Without warning. I had prepared myself for intercourse in theory and in practice.
In any case, I've been a bit confused ever since. I mean, I have a crush on Coach. And Coach also got a boner when he helped me pose. I mean, he must think I'm hot too. But Chuck says he's had a crush on me ever since he and I spent Friday night together. The night I don't remember. But I'm writing all mixed up...
The blowjob in the shower was definitely sooooo hot. Even though it didn't last long. Boy, I shot my load into Chuck's mouth like that. My cum was leaking out of both corners of his mouth. He French kissed me with my cum in his mouth. Dude, I'm getting hard just thinking about it. And then he grinned and said that edging wasn't really my thing. I had no idea what he meant. In any case, I kissed him again and started wanking his cock. I was far too excited to suck him off myself. Chuck moaned and started twitching. Then he pulled me against him and wedged his cock between our stomach muscles. And then blew his load. Bloody hell! I don't know how long we showered together and soaped each other up.
In any case, I then started to gain practical experience with sexual intercourse. Chuck spent the night with me the day before yesterday and yesterday. The first time we fucked was really awkward. Chuck also asked if I was still a virgin. I said no, of course. But I'm sure he realized that it was the first time I'd fucked someone. And also that I was being fucked. In bed and in the hot tub. The first time I blew him was Wednesday in the school bathroom. We both just had a lot of pressure on our balls before civics. Shit, I'd never thought about sex before, now I can't get sex out of my head.
Practice is coming up. I just jerked off to the idea of forming a sandwich with Coach and Chuck in the shower. That would be so hot!
Project diary, entry 12 (Sunday)
Shit, I love my life. The parties this weekend were so hot. I mean, sure I love Chuck, but my dick has too much energy for one man. And Chuck gets off on me fucking other men too. As long as he's the only one who gets to fuck me. It's a point of honor, of course!
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Before I go to bed now, I went to the gym again. To burn off the alcohol. And prepare my muscles for a tough week. I have my first wrestling tournament next Friday. And I've promised Steph-bruh, the quarterback, that I'll drop by football training. The hollow nut still calls me wetback, but has now understood that I'm not Spanish or Latino. And then I have to chat with my mentor from Stanford again. I don't know if sociology is really my subject. Chuck wants to study business administration. He's hoping for an athletic scholarship. Maybe I'm up for that too.
Inspiration found @redneckmusclehead
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1whore1gang · 5 months
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it's the little things🤍
part 1
part 2
Enjoy part 3 besties :)
I feel like something bad has happened in every chapter so far, i’m sorry lmao
the next chapter will be fluffier 🫡
WARNING: this chapter contains some tough topics such as SA, read at your own risk!!
Taglist: @ghostslittlegf @sketchyfandomgirl @batw3nch @thedevillovesflowers @gaymistakeboi @almightywdm @under-the-dirt @clear-your-mind-and-dream
(if i forgot anyone i apologize!!)
I feel like these are getting shorter and shorter 😬
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The hum of the coffee machine was the only noise in the kitchen as you waited for the coffee to brew. You and Price were able to squeeze in a couple more hours of sleep before you became restless and got up to make coffee.
You had your arms wrapped around yourself due to the cold air in the compound. Taking a deep breath, you watched as the coffee began to pour out into the container. The smell of it already woke you up more as you breathed it in.
Pulling out the mug underneath, now filled with the liquid, you began to blow on it before setting it down hearing footsteps approaching.
"Morning. Did you make any tea?" Price's groggy voice rang through the silence.
"No, I didn't I'm sorry." You wrapped your sweater closer around your body.
"S'all good." He mumbled, moving around you to get a kettle going. "You still got that training session today?"
"Yeah, new recruits. It was supposed to be me and Ghost, but I told them Ghost got the flu." Price chuckled at that.
"Want me to come help you since you're down a man?" You tilted your head in confusion at his statement.
"Who would watch the boys?"
"Laswell. We can trust her can't we?" You lolled your head to the other shoulder, thinking.
"I suppose so. how do we even tell her? She's gonna report us for illicit drug use." You laughed a little at the thought.
"I'll tell her it's my nephews or something, or we can tell her the truth?" Price laughed along with you.
"Can I ask you a question?" Price hummed as confirmation. "Why haven't we fought yet? Usually when we work together, we're at each other's throats."
Price nodded, obviously contemplating his answer. "I don't know." He said it so simply, as if he hadn't noticed the change in behavior from you both. "Maybe because there's children involved?"
"How many rescues have we done with children where we're still fighting?" Price nods in agreement.
"I'm not sure then." He looks up at the clock, noticing the time. "Let me go ring Laswell while you get ready."
Somehow, Laswell bought the nephew lie. She agreed to watch them for a small amount of time.
"Alright recruits. I'm your Lieutenant, and you can call me that. This is Captain Price, you report to him for any major or emergent situations, otherwise you find me or Sergeant Garrick, who you will meet at a later date. Today, we are going to go over some basic defense maneuvers."
Carefully, you taught the recruits, demonstrating each device with Price. From what you could see, the recruits were catching on quickly. "Finally, my favorite defense mechanism." you signaled Price to come at you, putting you in a headlock. Bending down and quickly pulling your body weight forward, you fling Price over your head.
You hear a couple of recruits gasp. "For the nature of this exercise, we will have each one of you come up to try to flip one of us instead of having you flip each other."
One by one, each recruit came up attempting to flip you and Price. A couple failed, which is normal in these types of training situations. You only had a couple of recruits left. "Private Taron?" you called the young man up. "Try to flip me." You heard Price call up another recruit as you wrapped your arm around the Private's neck. He easily had you flying over him, landing roughly on your back.
You felt the wind being knocked out of you. "Here, let me help you." Taron reached out a hand, helping you up off the floor. When you stood up, he didn't let go of your hand. "Can I ask you something since I'm the last one in your line?"
"Yeah, what's the problem?"
"No problem, I just wanted to see if you could flip me?" You froze at the question but took the challenge since Taron was about the size of Price.
"Why not, I could use the challenge." You prepped yourself, waiting for him to wrap his arm around you. "Ready when you are-"
Your words caught in your throat as you felt him grind himself into you, his erection pressing into your lower back. "See what you do to me ma'am? You won't write me up for sleeping with my superior will you?-"
Quickly, you flung him over your head, him landing with an audible thud. "You have a meeting with General Shephard at 0800. Don't be late."
You left the room quickly, not even bothering to look at Price. You beelined to your room to change and shower as quick as you ever had before going to relieve Kate from the boys.
"Thanks again Laswell."
"Anytime, his nephews are angels." She left without another word as you looked down at the three littles in their playpen.
Soap and Gaz were playing with some little planes you and Price had bought while Ghost was asleep. Soap looked up at you and his little face lit up, making grabby hands at you. You smiled as you picked him up. He immediately snuggled into your neck, letting out the cutest little sigh. Gaz followed suit, giving you grabby hands as you picked him up too. "Come on boys."
Moving over to the pullout couch, you propped the two boys to where each one was laying on a shoulder as you sat back. Both of them seemed calm, almost sleepy at contact. You stroked their little heads, shushing them into a nap since Laswell said she couldn't get them to settle.
You tried to focus on the current moment and not the disturbing event that had happened not even 10 minutes prior.
Your skin itched, feeling exposed, dirty. You felt violated. You felt tears sting your eyes, trying your hardest to focus on the little sounds coming from Soap and Gaz. Deep breaths left your mouth, trying to calm yourself.
Little snores filled your ears as your face became red with tear stains. You moved to set the boys back down, feeling bad for not holding them for very long. You sat with your head in your hands, trying to subside the tears you felt. It was such an icky feeling, your body crawling with an uncomfortable feeling.
You didn't want Price to see you like this, you knew he'd ask about what happened and you two would get into a heated debate about how you could've handled it better than storming out.
You could hear his voice now, telling you how you should've reported him right away, spoke up. His voice telling you that your response was immature.
Sighing, you took out your phone to send an emailed report to Shephard so he knew what was happening when the recruit walked in.
Footsteps filled your ears as you hit send, the door opening slowly as a freshly showered Price entered the room. "What the hell was that?"
"I'm not doing this right now. Yell at me all you want another time."
"No, explain to me why you walked out on those recruits." His voice was beginning to border the line of anger.
"Price, please."
"No, Y/N, what was that?! It doesn't matter who you are, you don't walk out on recruits during a vital training sessions." his stood against the closed door, his arms crossed. His head tilted as he spoke.
"Can we please not do this?" You finally made eye contact with him for the first time since he had stepped in. This made him see your tear ridden eyes.
"Tell me. Now." His voice was almost a growl as it came out.
"Please-"
"WHO?!" He boomed as his hands slammed down on the table in the kitchenette of his room. It made you flinch, which made his gaze soften. "Y/N."
"Price." He moved over a few steps closer to you.
"Tell me. Please." You saw his eyes change from being the angry narrowed look to a more gentle, beckoning one. "I am still your superior, so you report any issues to me, regardless of what it is."
"Don't fucking pull that card." You shook your head in annoyance.
"I can pull whatever card I goddamn want, I am your Captain and you will tell me what happened." You was back to the pointed look he always gave you.
You huffed out a breath. "You don't give up do you? Don't know when to stop talking?"
"Y/N..."
"One of the recruits rubbed their hardened cock on me and told me that they wanted to sleep with me. Happy?"
"Y/N, if you had just-"
"Don't start. I know you're gonna tell me my response was immature and that I'm overreacting or I misheard him. You're going to tell me the statistics of women getting harassed in the military and how one little grope isn't gonna hurt me right?" You watched Price's face turn to one of horror.
"Why the hell would I say that? Do you really think so lowly of me?" Price was hurt now.
"Because that's what you did last time something like this happened. November 4th, 2020. We were on a mission in Dubai and one of the new soldiers on the mission groped me and fondled me. You told me I was overreacting and told me to brush it off."
Price was froze, his mind turning for answers to why he did that. He wasn't speaking nor moving. Instead, he just walked out.
He walked out on your important conversation like that. Left you alone in your state of pain and the familiar feeling of betrayal came back to your chest.
That feeling was a package deal when it came to your Captain. You always felt betrayed and hurt by him due to your common interactions. He was tough on you, and you two never were on the same page.
Except lately, you thought you were. You were so wrong.
You took your things and the boys back to your room that night, wanting to be away from your Captain. You knew the kindness was too good to be true, deep down though you wanted it to linger just a little bit longer.
His offers to cook or watch the boys, the way he would look at you and tell you to rest. You wanted the kindness in his eyes and his smile to stick around longer.
You wanted John, not Price.
And you'd never have that. Not with your Captain's history with you. The constant fighting, the butting of heads, the disagreeing will never go away, and as you realized that, you cried.
You had seen a glimpse of the man behind the title, and you welcomed the warmness he had brought to your eyes. The way his personality shown through instead of his usual coldness. You had felt a tinge of a friendship blooming, but that has quickly been ripped from your grasp.
While you were crying, you looked over to see Ghost standing up in the playpen, staring at you with a blank expression and wide eyes. He whined when you looked at him. "Oh, Simon..."
Moving, you picked him up and rocked him in your arms as he began to sniffle. "I'm okay, just the usual squabble with our Captain." You shushed him, trying to convince this small child that you were okay.
His little hand reached up to touch your mouth, letting out a little sound. he blinked at you a few times, still sniffling as his bottom lip quivered and he eyebrows were down.
You smiled a little at the seemingly meaningless gesture. "How do you know how to make me smile even as a baby?" You laughed a little as he sad expression faded, his little hand dropping back down. he let out a couple of little baby babbles, and you smiled again. "My Simon always comforting me, even if it's incoherent baby noises." He yawned, leading you to move him back into the playpen, giving him a thank you, even though you knew he couldn't understand you. He yawned again as he rolled over, closing his little eyes.
You sat back down in your bed as your mind raced a million miles a minute.
How could your Captain be so double sided, and what triggered him to change from cold to warm, but so quickly snap right back?
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gtgbabie0 · 11 months
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Hmmm…. 🤔 could you possibly a re4 Leon x reader where the reader has a soft tummy and she’s a little insecure about it??? Leon understands and comforts her while kissing her stomach and then maybe add a little nsfw at the end? :)))
a little nervous sending this but take your time lovely!!! ❤️
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Just a little lovin’
{Leon Kennedy loves your soft body and he shows you just that}
Thank you for requesting my love! Hope you enjoy 💕💕
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Leon Kennedy absolutely adores the difference between your bodies, obsessed, more like it, the way you fit against him, the softness of your skin, the curves and dips of your body, he practically worships you from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet.
Sometimes you can't help but feel as if he's being a little too nice as if he feels the need to do, and you know you shouldn't feel like that because you know deep down that his feelings are real, he loves you more then what he can put into words.
You’re curled up beside Leon, laying on the bed as you both watch a movie, his hand soothing against your thigh and normally the feeling would have your chest blooming with warmth, surrounded by nothing but his love, but for some reason, your mind ran with horrible thoughts until the sound of the tv drowned out.
He doesn’t give you any room to be insecure, most of the time, not with the way he looks at you as if you were an angel sent straight from heaven, crafted by the god's hands, the way he kisses you leaving you breathless, but today was different, you just didn’t feel, confident today, it’s a strange feeling that swallows you whole and you hate it.
You nuzzle into Leon’s shoulder trying to stop your mind from nitpicking at all your flaws, and you let out a shaky sigh when Leon’s hand dips under the jumper you’re wearing palms against your belly, and he frowns when he feels your body go rigid against his.
“You okay angel?” He asks, noticing the way you shift away from him, and he watches as your face changes ever so slightly seeming more uncomfortable than before.
You nod, bringing your knees up to your chest as you lean against the headboard, “Mhm, m’just getting a little warm” you mumble, focusing on the movie that’s playing.
Leon holds the back of his hand to your forehead with concern woven through his soft eyes, “Are you coming down with something?- you want me to open a window sweetness?” He asks, and goodness you think you might just melt at how caring he is.
You shake your head, taking his hand in yours, “No I’m alright, I just got a little warm is all” You smile feeling a little bad for lying to him.
You know you could tell him what’s really wrong, share your insecurities with him, you know he’d more than happy to help you, or even just comfort you, but there’s this stubborn voice that just doesn’t budge, shouting all kinds of nonsense at you.
He watches as you squeeze your eyes shut, “Why don’t you take this off?” He suggests with genuine worry, tugging on the soft fabric of the jumper you’re wearing.
You grab his hands shoving them away with a sudden, “N-No!” And you feel your cheeks heat up with embarrassment, you hadn’t meant to be that loud, you clear your throat, “I mean- I just, I don’t want to cuddle” you mumble, practically burning holes into the tv screen and Leon looks back at you with slight shock.
He doesn’t buy into it, obviously, you’re his girl he knows when something’s bothering you.
“There’s something you’re not telling me” he states, with a tone so gentle it eases your nerves slightly, his hand takes yours, his thumb smoothing over the curve of your knuckles, “Tell me what’s wrong sweetheart” he says, love dripping from his voice that it brings tears to your eyes.
You look over at him noticing the worry in his eyes as his hand cups your cheek, “I don’t know- I just woke up and— and I feel off” you whisper not really knowing how to put what you’re feeling into words.
But he’s patient he always is with you, “Off, how angel?” His thumb wipes away the stray tears that fall from your eyes, the movie long forgotten about.
You take a moment, nibbling the inside of your lip as you wring your hands together, suddenly feeling very silly.
“I don’t know— I just woke up feeling off, I don’t like the way I look, my stomach is...” you trail off wincing slightly at the saddened look in Leon’s eyes.
His hands fall to your thighs, and he knows exactly what you mean by the way your arms wrap around yourself, his chest tightens at the sight.
“Come here, sweet girl” he says, his toned arms wrapping around your shoulders as he brings you closer to him, he hates it when you feel like this.
His hands dip underneath your jumper, palms resting against your tummy, soothing over to your hips and he looks at you with such kind, loving eyes and it makes you dizzy.
“I love you, every single part of you” he promises pushing up the soft fabric of the jumper, “You know that right?” He presses soft kisses to the naked skin of your belly, enjoying the warmth of the feeling.
Leon looks up at you, fingers tracing delicate patterns against your skin as he continues to pepper kisses to your tummy, his expression so soft it leaves you breathless.
You nod your head shyly, fingers threading through his hair, “I know— I know Leon” you whisper, feeling his soft lips against the curves of your body.
“You’re perfect— an absolute angel, my angel” he whispers, trailing kisses up your navel as you let out shaky sighs, overwhelmed with his love, and he leans to press a gentle kiss to your lips as if to stop the rejection that sits uncomfortably on your tongue.
"Mine to love" he whispers, moving back down to kiss your tummy, hands smoothing over your hips, "Mine to kiss" he smiles continuing to pepper kisses against the soft skin down to your thighs.
Your skin goes hot and tingly at the feeling, “Let me show you how sweet you are angel” he whispers, breath fanning against you.
His tone drops a little sending a shiver down your spine and his hands patiently play on the waistband of your shorts as he waits for your approval.
You nod whispering a small ‘please’ and he smiles into your neck before looking down at you, tugging on your shorts as he slides them off your legs.
“Can you do something for me, pretty girl?” He coos, brushing your hair behind your ear and he swears his heart does flips around his rib cage at the way your look up at him with such innocent eyes.
You nod your head waiting for him to speak, “I want you to sit on my face, I want to be surrounded by you sweetheart” he says, and you can feel your skin burn at the question.
You sit up a nervous look flashing across your eyes, which is ridiculous because Leon has seen you bare in all kinds of positions, so his request shouldn’t be so… daunting.
“I don’t know Leon- I’m too, big I don’t want to squash you” you whisper with a slight strain in your voice a sudden embarrassment wedging itself in your chest.
Leon's hand soothes your arm, “Have you seen me?” He scoffs and you can’t help but giggle as he presses a delicate kiss to your shoulder, “I didn’t go through all that training for nothing angel” he says looking up at you, and it’s true there was no denying it, Leon was strong.
You watch as he lays down, using his elbows for support and you hesitantly straddle his midsection, thighs on either side of his body.
“Good fuckin girl” he smiles, his hands resting against the back of your thighs as he urges you closer to his face and he lays down, your breath hitching when you feel his breath grazing against the inside of your thighs.
“Such a beautiful girl” he whispers, peppering kisses against the inside of your thighs, “My beautiful girl” and without warning he’s pulling you harshly on top of him, his tongue dipping between your folds as he practically devours you.
You gasp hands flying to grip the bed frame as you rock yourself against his mouth, “Leon, oh god” you moan feeling the way he smirks against your wet cunt, his soft lips pressing kisses to your clit.
You go dizzy at the way he pulls you down against him as if he’s urging you to use him to your advantage, and Leon can’t help but moan every time you grind against him.
His tongue dips inside you as he completely loses himself, “Taste so fuckin sweet” he mumbles before diving back in, the tip of his nose brushing against your clit as he pushes further against you.
His tongue drags along your slick folds as he tilts his head upwards to circle at your clit, tongue hot and wet against you, and he groans into you when you tug on his hair as he kisses at the bundle of nerves.
He can tell you’re close by the way you let out needy gasps, the way your thighs shake around either side of his head, and how you’re grinding so carelessly against his mouth chasing after your own release, nothing makes him happier.
You look over your shoulder noticing how he's palming himself through his joggers and you smile, walls clenching, knowing it’s you that has him so worked up.
“Leon, m’gonna cum!” you gasp hands squeezing the wood of the bed frame as you try to stabilise yourself, and you can feel that familiar knot tighten in your abdomen so close to snapping with each time Leon pulls you down against his face.
His hand slips in the space between your soaked cunt and his face, “Cum sweet girl, do it all over my face” he groans, tongue circling almost desperately at your clit as his fingers push inside you.
Your eyes squeeze shut as his name falls from your lips when you feel him curl his fingers, and you let out a small cry as you cum all over his mouth, and Leon moans into you practically cleaning you up as you gasp.
You shuffle off of him, panting softly as you collapse onto the bed beside him and he turns to you with a boyish smirk, his chin and lips glistening with your slick, you smile at him pulling him down to kiss him not caring that you’re covered all over his face.
“You’re so perfect to me” he smiles hands rubbing against your belly, gently squeezing at the fat of your hips and you giggle at the feeling, “So perfect” he nods as if he’s agreeing with himself while he presses kisses to your tummy.
“Thank you Leon— let me return the favour?” You smile, his nose nuzzling against your skin.
“You erm— you don’t need to” he whispers shyly, referring to the mess he’s made in his joggers and your skin heats up at the sight, he rests his head against your stomach, enjoying the rise and fall as you rake your fingers through his hair.
"I love you Leon" you whisper as his hand soothes the slight burn in your thighs.
"I love you more angel" he whispers, "You wanna go get something to eat?" he asks, nose nuzzling against your belly.
You take a moment to enjoy the soft feeling, "Yeah in a bit, let's just stay here for a minute" and he nods against you mumbling a small, "Of course angel" and your chest blooms with love.
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l0vem41l · 1 month
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star stickers and best efforts.
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「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited, hurt/comfort but 100% not at all, reader is mildly mean when nervous LIKE A BAD DOG /ref and most definitely written self-indulgently by accident, sun is mildly condescending, they r each others best supporters, mentions of a customer being rude but rly nothing crazy, sun uh... he's an interesting fella, BIGGG dialogue chunks im sorry im sorry 」
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「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」
↳ ft. the daycare attendant/sun/sundrop
author's note: my wip title was literally just "the one where you're yelled at" :p but... hiiii!!! obligatory return to fnaf real quick becuz,,, no, i still havent gotten into the ruin dlc but YES i do love sun's personality in help wanted 2..... if this is ooc u can erm. shove me into wet concrete. (。﹏。) aaannywayz!! missed this!!! missed this so much!!!! ( ╯□╰ ) sorry for not valentine's day posting,,, scandalous ik since im lit rally Called Valentine. but oh well. enjoy! or dont. if you dont im sorry please request fnaf stuff so i can Fix That /srs
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if you weren't relying on this job to put food on your table and a roof on your head, you’d burn the freddy fazbear’s mega pizzaplex to the ground for a piece of pocket lint and a pat on the head.
maybe it’s a bit dramatic to say that— you're paid well, you like your mostly robot coworkers, and most of the time (emphasis on most and not always) the work is manageable enough.
the customers are another story.
sun notices the minute you walk in the daycare. you look like you're a minor inconvenience away from murder— which naturally, makes him feel inclined to prod a little.
“well, someone’s awfully sulky today!”
while you’d typically crack a smile at the upbeat jester animatronic, his enthusiasm in the face of your misery is grating. there’s no energy left in your body to banter with him— you were using most of it to drag your feet over to the shoe caddy, toolbox in hand to fix up its shelf, now hanging askew due to a busted bracket.
“can it, sunny, i don't wanna hear it.” you mutter, more venomous than you intend it to be. he doesn’t even blink at your grumpiness. instead, he happily holds up the shelf while you inspect it and grab a new bracket to secure it.
at least he’s trying to make himself useful. you think to yourself.
his faceplate tilts slightly, staring at you with that ever present grin. his staring isn’t really helping, but you don’t fault him for it. you’ve gotten used to his antics by now. “woke up on the wrong side of the bed?” sun questions.
you shake your head.
“got yelled at by a customer— now, if you could please just drop the topic—” you sigh exasperatedly, not even bothering to finish the sentence as you sit down cross legged in front of the shoe caddy, slumping slightly in defeat.
much too persistent for his own good, sun decides that inquiring even further about the incident that seems to have you beat down is a good idea. “what’d you do?”
you consider feigning offense as he insinuates it’s somehow your fault. but you don’t. you just shrug it off.
“my job.” 
“ah, they do hate it when you do that.” he tuts.
“it wasn’t even that big of a deal,” you mutter, getting the bracket in place and marking it, “this one kid just so happened to walk up to the arcade machine i was putting an out of order sign on. i felt bad, so like, obviously, i hand the kid a few tokens, apologize politely, explain— and you’d think it’s all good right?”
you pause mid-ramble as you fix up the shelf. in all your misery, you forgot that you don’t even know exactly what caused the shelf to collapse like this. you consider asking.
sun leans in just a bit too close, interrupting your train of thought as you stare at the shelf. when you glance at him, he gives you a little nod.
go on, he seems to say wordlessly. he’s waiting silently for you to continue your story. it’s never not unnerving when he’s quiet.
“...anyways, uh... the kid’s dad came by and got mad or something. didn’t understand why i couldn’t just let him play one game since it looked perfectly functional— keep in mind, this is the arcade machine that literally kept eating up tokens only to not function, and shocked kids when it did— so i kept trying to explain why i couldn’t exactly do that. but for some reason, it was such a big fucking deal—”
“language.” he chides.
“...fricking deal. of course, i had to be berated for it. i offered to grab them more faz-tokens as compensation and i thought the problem was solved... and then i checked and saw he still left a bad review. definitely gonna hear about that from management.” sun hands you a tool as you continue to speak.
“but now i’m upset, i’m definitely in trouble, and my face hurts from the whole customer service smile i was holding that entire conversation. like seriously, i don’t know how i’m expected to do that 24/7.” you stop at your last remark and stare at sun and his unchanging expression. “...my bad.”
the awkward silence only lasts for a moment, thankfully. you’ve spoken your piece— sun decides to speak his.
“you did your best.” he says simply, as you finally fix the shelf into place. he pats you on the head and doesn't even hide his amusement when you sulk.
“i know that tone, sunny, you're making fun of me—”
“poor thing.” he continues, grinning brightly as he makes a show of patronizing you. sun’s hand continues to pat the top of your head gently, like he would when consoling a child. or when greeting a dog. has he,,, ever seen a dog before? probably not.
you groan and manage to shove his arm away.
“i do mean it though,” he continues, his tone still lighthearted— but notably more earnest as he notes your expression. sun helps you put your tools away neatly back into the toolbox, even though it really is just a one-man job.
“you tried your best,” sun closes the toolbox with a flourish and a click, “...and for that—!”
with a dramatic flick of his wrist, bells jingling as he does, sun produces a gold star sticker from… somewhere. he holds it up for you to see.
and then gently presses it onto the tip of your nose.
“to my favoritest human employee here! and my bestest of friends!” it’s hard to bite back a smile at those words. even if his little show of empathy and affection is much too theatrical for your current mood.
“whatever.” you shrug a little, unable to stop the corners of your mouth from twitching into a little grin. standing up and grabbing the toolbox, you give him an awkward thumbs up.
“thanks. and uh… sorry. for being mean. i guess.”
sun shakes his head dismissively, bouncy and bright as ever. “oh, don't mention it!”
something about his seeming lack of offense towards your prickliness makes you feel even more guilty. still, he gives you a wave as you head out, “bye-bye”-ing happily as you walk away, sticker stuck to your nose and smile on your face like an idiot.
you decide you’ll find a way to make it up to him later. you figure he deserves that much for putting up with everything.
meanwhile, sun is taking mental notes on more stuff to break of whenever you’ve been away for too long. just in case, of course. maybe you’d have more interesting customer encounters to rant about. and hey, you could use the company, couldn’t you?
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seichira · 1 year
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Hi! Can I please request an head canon of how Nagi and Reo from blue lock would react and take care of their girlfriend when she get her period. Thanks <3(Sorry for my English it’s not my first language).
PERIOD’S GOT NOTHIN’ ON ME — blue lock!
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✺ featuring : seishiro nagi and mikage reo
✺ lumi’s note : hey, your wish is my command! blue lock is finally out so consider this as a celebratory gift! and also, your english is just fine so no need to apologize! here it goes, i hope you like it <3
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NAGI SEISHIRO !
he does not always display signs of paying attention, and maybe he really doesn’t—but that’s not the case with you. apparently, when nagi seishiro is in love, he is the most attentive boyfriend who knows when you’re not feeling well and exactly what to do to make it all better.
as much as you would love to have your giant white-haired boyfriend’s kids running around the apartment you two share, you are simply aren’t ready. thus the sigh of relief you let out when your period arrived this morning.
however, this comes with a setback. whenever you get your period, it has the tendency to hurt, and i am not just talking about mild pains—it’s always full on dysmenorrhea that won’t allow you to get out of bed most of the time.
you called in sick, cleaned yourself up and wore the most comfortable clothes, then plopped yourself on the bed. before you even get to message your boyfriend to tell you how you are and ask about his morning at training, you fall asleep. you only wake up at the afternoon when your phone rings to your boyfriend’s call.
[ hello, baby? ] you say first.
[ you didn’t ask me about my morning. i just want to check in if everything’s okay ] nagi answers in a tone slightly different than his usual bored one. this time, he sounds concerned and you can easily imagine the pout he must have had waiting for your text.
you smile to yourself before speaking. [ i know, sei. i’m real sorry ‘bout that. it’s just… i was asleep all morning. i just woke up ]
his questions comes immediately. [ you didn’t go to university? didn’t you have classes today? is something wrong, love? ]
[ no, i’m not feeling really well. but how about you? is everything going okay in practice? try not to give isagi a headache, will you, my big baby? ]
[ tsk. answer my question with details! and for the record, i don’t give isagi headaches. it’s usually his fault. anyway, really, what’s wrong? ]
nagi closes his eyes when he hears your laugh from the other line, one that you can’t stop despite the weird feeling it gives your lower region.
[ i will tell you about it later, hm? i really need to rest, sei. see you later tonight when you get home ]
you don’t know why you’re surprised that not even an hour later, you have nagi seishiro at the edge of your bed, handling your body gently to make you face him. the pain on your face doesn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend, not to mention the tears at your eyes when you opened them to look up at him.
he looks godly like this. his hair is still wet, obviously leaving training right after taking a shower. he’s in a fresh sweater that would look huge on you and gray sweatpants that show just how long his legs are.
“s-sei? it’s… too early for you to be home,” you say weakly, trying not to trigger another painful surge of cramps that has you groaning.
nagi uses his hand to tuck away loose hair on your face to settle them behind your ears. he crouches down to kiss your forehead, and a hand travels down to your lower stomach to replace your hand placing pressure on it.
“you can’t expect me to stay in practice for another minute after knowing that you’re not feeling well. did you want anything? i failed to drop by the store ‘cause i was too worried.”
“n-no… you’re here. i’m okay. it just… hurts so much, sei. can’t believe i go through this every month—” you are cut off by your own whine when a painful cramp came.
nagi panics, and he sheds a tear when you wailed. he promises you he will be back as soon as he can after peppering your face with kisses. a few minutes later, he enters the room again with w glass of warm water in hand, medicine, and hot compress.
he helps you stick the hot compress to your lower tummy and makes you drink the painkiller. because frankly, seeing you in pain kills the giant boy.
“sei. sei… hurts.”
“i know. i’m sorry. i know.”
the quivering of his lip is a telltale sign of how much this situation makes him upset. he knows he will never truly understand this kind of pain, but believe me, he wishes he could take it in your stead.
he situates his back to rest on the headboard before he pulls you to his lap so you can lay down on top of him. you do your best to straddle him, your chests facing together, and your face resting on his neck.
in this very comfortable position, he wraps his arm around you. its heaviness giving slow massages to your back soothes you, and you’re close to dozing off. he is huge, and that fact makes you feel even more safe and secure in his arms.
“better, baby?”
you nod against his neck, clinging your arms around him even tighter. “mhm, sei… thank you.”
he places a kiss to your temple. “i’m glad. you know i will do anything for you.”
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MIKAGE REO !
your boyfriend loves to spoil you, wants you to have everything you ever want and need. however, when you’re on your period and something makes you upset, nothing seems to appease you. it leaves him confused, but one thing about mikage reo is that he will utilize all possible means to make sure you’re alright.
“can you see how we always seem to have it harder just because we’re born as women?! you men will never understand it! it sucks so bad!”
reo nods, which he usually does since he agrees with you even when you say that his lot is trash. he knows you’re not talking about him so why be defensive?
“i know, love.”
“and we have to carry the baby, too? i want kids! i want cute little children with your beautiful hair, but i don’t think i can survive that kind of pain!”
“we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, y/n. babies in the future will just be a bonus, if we ever have them. but really, you are all that i want. i’m content with just the two of us.”
“but i want a baby!”
“then, we’ll have one when you’re ready.”
“but it will hurt! it might kill me!”
your boyfriend hugs you tighter from behind, as you are both sitting on the bed. he has been spending the past hour trying to get you to calm down, but you only continue rambling on and on and he figures it is best if you talk your heart out as long as you want.
the last sentence you blurted out sets of a kind of anxiety that only comes when he is confronted by a possibility where he’s not with you.
“don’t say that,” he says with purpose. “i’m not going to lose you. if we get pregnant someday, then i will get all the best doctors and admit you to the best hospital to make it as comfortable as it can be.”
you cry at that, much too overwhelmed by your sweet boyfriend, to which he comforts you endlessly and patiently. you fall asleep when you feel the strain on your eyes, and reo cuddles you to sleep.
in the middle of your slumber, he carefully unwraps his limps tangled with yours and sneaks out of the room. he hurries to buy all the stuff you mentioned you wanted earlier during your rambles.
tampons and different kinds of pads? check!
heat packs? check!
painkillers? check!
ice cream? check!
chocolates? check!
french fries? check!
fruits and berries? check!
everything else? also check!
however, unfortunately for you, you wake up and reo’s still not there. it startles you that when you reach out for his side, the sheets are cold.
where did he go? did he finally realize you aren’t pretty enough to put up with your bull? did he think you’re too much to handle? did he leave you?
but this penthouse belongs to him! will he ask you to pack up your things and he better not see you in the morning? will he tell you how annoying you are and that he can’t pretend that he loves you anymore?
somewhere within the same city, he is busy trying to figure out whether or not heated tampons weren’t real because it made you upset that they weren’t. sure, sales clerks are looking at him like he’s a crazy man, but whatever. he needs to make sure that he has given you everything he can.
but you, his pretty girlfriend he loves so much with all of his damn heart and to the bottom of his hypothalamus, is too caught up in your shitty mood to even think of the possibility that your boyfriend is making a fool out of himself for you.
you break down in inconsolable tears, and the heaviness in your heart is only made worse by the sight of blood on your sheets.
“i’m so stupid! reo won’t like blood on his bed!”
with cute sobs and hiccups escaping your lips, you will yourself to brave through the uncomfortable feeling on your lower stomach and remove the sheets to put them on the washer.
he comes home to you like that. you are standing in front of the washer, helplessly crying at the heartbreak over something that never happened. reo runs to take your smaller frame into his arms, and he is quick to ask you what is wrong.
“reo!” you wail. “thought y-you left me for good! i stained our sheets with blood and they won’t come off! a-and you don’t love me anymore!”
“oh, baby, we can always change the sheets. don’t worry your pretty lil mind about that,” he coos.
he carries you by your waist to sit you down on top of the laundry machine, and you quickly wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.
he rubs soothing circles on your back. “and what’s this with me leaving you and not loving you? don’t you know that’s the top most impossible thing to ever happen, huh?”
“where did you go, then?”
“bought all the things you need,” he says. you look behind his shoulder and see the numerous paper bags containing literally everything. “sadly, there really aren’t heated tampons in this society.”
you want to laugh out loud at that, but you only manage to let out struggling ones so as to not instigate even more pain.
“i say all that, reo, but i really only wanted you by my side. wanted to wake up next to you.”
he nods in understanding. “i’ll keep that in mind, baby. forgive me. i’ll stay. won’t ever leave you like that again.”
you him in satisfaction. “good…”
“maybe i’ll just ask nagi to run around to buy things next time,” he concludes. that is not quite what you mean, but you know he will only be at ease when he can give you everything.
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m1lkycrxxmpie · 1 year
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A fluffy fanfic where Leon is doing push-ups and you decided to sit on his back to make it harder pleaseeeee (he doesn’t even break a sweat lol). Love your fics! <3
This idea is very cute omfg I’m literally giggling and kicking my feet tbh, I can actually imagine this in my head…
Thank you for loving my fics and the support. 💋
I love u my lovely!! &lt;3
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— Stormy Days
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Pairings: Leon Kennedy x Fem! Reader
Summary: The reader waking up to Leon not being in the bed, but drops him a text to see where he is at and he is at the gym working out. The reader asks him if he wants her to bring him food and he says yes. (Basically thats where the request comes into play) NOT PROOF READ!
Cw. Just fluff and its just nothing besides Leon being the best boyfriend on the fucking planet. :)
Character Count: 9.8k
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You woke up, as always, with the sensation of your body floating. This sensation, and your memories of last night's events were fuzzy at best. You knew you had been out drinking with friends from work, and that it was a Friday night.
So why was it still raining outside?
And how did you get back to your apartment building?
You didn’t remember going anywhere you were intoxicated with alcohol to the point where you had to be watched over, like some damsel in distress, and your boyfriend had to come to the rescue scopping you up in his arms like a princess taking you back to the car.
Driving home in the heavy downpour, he would hold you tenderly against him like you were a broken toy in need of repair. He would kiss your cheek when you asked for help getting out of the car, which he seemed more than happy to do. And even though you would feel bad about it later and tell him so, you would secretly admit that this memory of being held lovingly by your knight in shining armor really warmed your heart. Anyways that wasn’t the point.
You had awakened finding yourself in the empty bed.
There was no sign of your knight in shining amour of a man who had been there when you fell asleep. You wondered if he had left somewhere today —he did, and you checked that your purse was right next to the bed and the phone still sitting untouched on the nightstand. Picking up the phone and having texted him to see where he was, so that you can bring him food.
“Hey, love. wya rn?” Had been sent and read at 1:30pm.
*Leon sent one attatchment with image*
“At the gym, babe. Hope you like this. ;)” He replied back.
As you clicked on the image it’s him showing off his abs in the gym mirror, in a black compression shirt (of course with his shirt lifted just a bjt revealing his pack). His face was turned away so you couldn’t quite see it properly, but you could see the muscles rippling.
‘That's better than I expected,’ was all you said. As soon as you typed this, you hit send, but not before thinking to add a quick ‘Love you xo!’, It was a picture that you liked, because it showed his abs well in contrast with his hair —and the dimpled smile plastered on his face that he was obviously trying to hide.
You also thought of sending another message asking if he wanted you to bring him lunch, which he said yes to immediately after reading the text.
It was a nice way to spend an evening, especially considering you didn’t want to stay home alone. But now it was time to go out to see him. The last thing you needed to do was either decide to pick food up or make it yourself. If you chose to buy something for both of you to eat, there was no reason you should be this indecisive right now because either way he’d still appreciate both options. After making that decision, you decided to text him that you are on the way, meaning that you’re going to resort to just picking up food.
So grabbing some things from the kitchen, you grabbed your coat, put on your boots, and got ready to leave. You head to your car and started the engine. Your stomach rumbled, reminding you that since you haven’t eaten anything since breakfast, you need food first. With a shrug, you start driving to the closest restaurant you know Leon likes. You know he goes there every other week for lunch with the team.
It took a little while, but finally you found a parking spot. Walking into the building, your eyes scanned the room, odering it to go and paying. The food came out quickly than you imagined, yet it was starting to feel like a better day due to the fact you can leave a lot quicker to see him.
The gym was at least five minutes away , maybe ten. No problem there, then. When you left the restaurant, your next destination was nearing end, and you parked exited the vehicle , heading towards the front door. Just as you approached it, you could see Leon working out through the window and you were excited to see him.
Almost running inside, you place the bag of food next to him, as he is doing his pushups. “I brought food…” Your hand moved towards the bag, but stopped short at the last second, feeling a bit weird about the gesture. You looked at Leon and saw that his eyes were closed, his chest moving fast as he was pushing himself up and back down off the floor.
He looked good doing so…
He looked like a hero, to be exact.
“You won’t mind if I sit down would you?” You asked tentatively. Leon opened his eyes and glanced at you with a raised eyebrow. “Not at all.” A small smirk made its way onto his lips. “You’re my guest. Sit down wherever you’d like.” You grinned mischievously sitting down on his back, as he continued to do his workout.
You could feel him tense up slightly from underneath you, then relax again, but it didn’t seem to be a problem that you were on him, however, he didn’t seem to break a sweat at all. He just kept doing what he was doing without breaking stride. After a minute you started to think he could do it forever, until he told you “Aright, I’m gonna need you to get off of me, princesses.” his words made your face flushed, when you got up off of him He stood up he wiped his forehead with a towel, then turned around to look at you, raising an eyebrow. “What? Why? Did you find something wrong with my form?” He laughed. Of course he wouldn’t have noticed if that you were blushing, but it was obvious due to the fact you were a tomato red.
“No, silly! Just wondering why you called me princess..” The way you spoke made your cheeks heat up even more. Leon smiled, “Well, I figured that since you’ve spent most of the weekend sleeping with me, I guess it only made sense to let you know you’re my princess.” He smiled. “Plus,” he chuckled, “It’s attached to me ever since you keep calling me your knight in shining armour.”
Your face brightened as you giggled. “I only thought to mean that you belonged to me.” You looked up at him as if your gaze could melt him. He chuckled. “You have been mine for quite sometime now, dear, you can hardly blame me for thinking so.” He finished smiling down at you, leaning down to press his lips briefly against yours.
After a short silence, you pulled away from him and said “Well, that’s not a fair tradeoff at all. I don’t want you claiming me because you’re stuck with me. I want you to claim me because we’re in love.” Leon raised his eyebrows at you. “Why did we ever choose to date each other?” He joked lightly.
“Well, it was either that or get married.” You joked. Leon bursted out laughing at your joke. “True. We do fit perfectly together, don't we?" He looked down at you and stroked your face softly. You nodded, smiling. Suddenly the sound of rain hitting the roof outside was heard. “Looks like it’s about to pour hard again. We’ll have to take home then.” He looked outside the window.
“Yeah...” You agreed sadly. “But I don’t wanna take home yet.” You pouted. “Oh… Well... we can eat our food first. Then we'll leave…” His voice sounded very reluctant, you realised as his eyes flickered away from your face. “Or we could do both. We’ll eat, then we’ll leave, then we’ll come back here later next week?” You suggested. “Sounds like a plan. Let’s hope that everything goes okay today. If it doesn’t, well then...” Leon trailed of. “Well, we’ll try and figure something else out.” He shrugged, giving a half smile.
“Let’s hope we’re not stuck waiting for hours.” You said, shaking your head. Leon hummed, agreeing. As you both ran towards the car with everything getting in the car, the sky seemed to darken significantly. It looked ominous. And as you drove along the road back home you knew that this would be one of those days, where everything seems to go wrong and there’s nothing that can fix it.
When the two of you arrived home, you dropped your bags on the ground before heading upstairs to grab a change of clothes from the bathroom. Leon sat down on the sofa and started watching tv as he waited. After a few moments, you came back downstairs and put a moive on, as you were about to binge and eat your food. You walked over to the couch and sat down beside him, taking a bite from your sandwich before you continued talking to him.
“So, how long do you think the rain will last?” You asked looking out the large front windows, seeing the heavy grey clouds outside. Leon glanced at his phone. “I’m not sure, princess. It looks like we’re going to get some pretty bad weather soon. We might have to call it early, and get some rest.” You nodded. “Maybe you’re right.”
‘Hopefully we won’t get any storms tonight though. If we get a storm, I won’t be able tp sleep tonight…’ you sighed to yourself. As you ate, and watched the TV, and talked with Leon, time passed by quickly.
You had finished eating and you hadn’t really gotten much sleep so you ended up falling asleep laying on his chest, your head laid comfortably against his shoulder, your arms holding tightly onto his shirt as you slept, completely oblivious to the fact that you were wrapped in Leon’s arms. As you were slowly drifting off you felt Leon’s head ontop of yours, while he was asleep as well.
As you both fell asleep in a warm embrace, the rain never stopped pouring down and you woke up the following morning covered in a blanket, snuggled close to Leon’s body. You stretched your limbs lazily and yawned deeply. Once you felt the need to wake him up, you tried to move but suddenly he hugged you tighter and placed a soft kiss on top of your hair. “Mmmh…. good morning~.” You said, still half asleep. Leon groaned in response as his arm tightened around your waist. “Heyyy... I was hoping you’d stay a little longer with me....” you giggled quietly and placed another light kiss on top of his hair. Deciding to stay with him long, leading you both to falling back asleep in an extremely peaceful position.
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vqrtualheartss · 6 months
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42!Miles x Black!Fem!Y/N ― “They sleepin' on you” part two
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Y'all didn't expect this huh (My bad for the 5- week wait pookiess― promise I love y'all) Anyways, part one Obviously there will be a part three in two weeks or less
The teased rain from the night before had eased up, a few sheer droplets appearing here and there, and the cold breeze making her aware of her exposed hair. Immediately after getting her body into comfort, (y/n) furrowed her brows in remembrance of her dream. It was of her and Miles going out and giggling, just like the day before ―just what she did not need―. Bringing her phone over her face, the reflection made her suck her teeth and staple a mental note to book a hair appointment today. As if her missing bonnet wasn't already the most out-of-place thing she needed, something on her phone sent her into a deeper confusion.
11:37 AM ― Oh damn? No, not that, that
Hi Miss Mysterious sleeping already?
It was easy to figure whom the person was, having known who was to call her by that name.
Yes I was 'sleeping already'. It was almost 2 in the morning nigga
I planted my phone face down with absolutely no expectancy of a reply. I mean, why would I expect one? After a quiet 3 minutes my phone pinged with a notification.
Woke up on the wrong side of the bed? miles trust and believe that i don't need you making me miserable right now ouch that hurt ... all that progress yesterday for nun?
I squinted my eyes, subconsciously tapping on the side of my phone still opened on Miles' thread. He did go through all that trial and tribulation. Ah, fuck it
myf, I just don't feel alright aight all good so.. so? dry ass texts ― message deleted i saw that okay and? pick up huh?
My phone started to ring, and with no immediate excuse to mind, I answered.
Miles had a PlayStation controller in his hands, headset tucked underneath his braids but the microphone attachment over his mouth still.
"Hello to you too (y/n)'s wall" "Real funny. Hi Miles"
"Just woke up?" Through the tiny window I could see him pressing back into the reclining gaming chair. It had purple streaks all over it
"hmm, how'd you know?"
Looking into my recent chats, I found the user I was looking for. "You sound like a man" My thumb lingered over the profile picture. Did I hear that jiggaboo right?
"Funny how I sound like one more than you do" I smirked at his new found expression, trying to sight any open bookings my stylist offered between the time-frame of today and Saturday.
"What's that shit to mean" He questioned with a defeated tone, his ever so nonchalant look mixed with petulance.
"Play silly games, win silly prizes" He rolled his eyes before fixing his posture and pressing harder into the controller. Sassy much?
꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ · Moving away from the phone unnoticed, (y/n) slumped herself to get ready for the 1pm appointment she barely managed to snatch.
Thank God for cancelling clients, she sighed with relief coming outside the bathroom wearing an off-the-shoulder shirt and casual sweats with her pre-washed hair in a loosely tied, top knot bun.
꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ · Retrieving her charging phone, she furrowed her brows, shaking her head and smiling at the flood of texts.
"you there?" "(y/n)" "(y/n)?" "everything good?" "atleast shake the phone if you're okay"
I sent him a text saying that I was fine, it didn't go through. "Weird" Grabbing a sizeable shoulder bag, I put my purse and card in it, texting my mother my location while closing the front door.
Being distracted placing my keys and phone inside the bag, a big pair of hands held onto my forearms. I screamed, squirming and forcing my way outside the grip before a hand covered my mouth. "Shut u― CHILL. SHH" I looked up at the person before tilting my head with an aloof expression, hitting a smiling Miles on his shoulder "Not funny" "Making me think that you were in danger isn't either―"
"Okay― Wait― How do you know where I live"
"Asked your friend"
Now what if I got kidnapped Would you complain?
He did a once-over at me, raising a brow
"Are you really wearing a mask just to do your hair ?" He shook his head, pointing to the bag I held.
"What―" I raised a hand over my mouth, clutching onto the bag of braids and speed-walking to the salon. "Late?" Because of you― "yea". Before I finished, he grasped onto my hand, dragging me through different lanes and shortcuts, call me crazy but some real kidnapping shit going on
"Calm, I don't plan on taking you away" "I said that out loud?" He chuckled softly at my dumbfounded expression.
Standing infront the lightly tinted, push-and-pull doors, I turned to him.
"How do you know so many― I don't even care― Just― Thank you for getting me here" "No problem" "Can you hold this for me?"
Giving him the bag of hair, I expected him to let go of my hand but nope. Instead he took his time slowly rubbing my thumb in patterns with his as I reached for my phone. We arrived earlier than expected.
"So, see you later?" "Who said I was leaving" He can't be serious "Suit yourself, I can't help if anyone hits on you. A lot of your fan-girls are probably in there" "Would you even be able to? Aren't you like 5"5?" "Not you flexing being a giraffe" "Not you not being able to"
Finally entering the store, we stood awaiting the hairdresser that told us to do so. I pinched Miles' hand with my index and thumb, forcing him to untangle them. He flicked my arm in retaliatilon but before I could do anything, I was embraced by the 20 year old stylist, Keziah. She's one of my close friends, basically an older sister to me, probably how I slipped into my appointment so quick.
We engaged in small talk as she led me over to her station. With my hair down and out, Miles snapped a picture, I posed with a peace sign before pointing at him. "I know, I know. I won't post it" Having no other way of showing gratitude, I made a heart sign, to which he photographed again.
Look who's getting comfortable with someone she swore she'd never talk to
"Y'all together?" "nah, he's my friend" "sure, but believe me, I've heard that from one too many people one too many times. It's all the same ending " "which is?" "the inevitable, falling in lovee"
She made a heart gesture with her fingers to which I playfully rolled my eyes to. In the vanity mirror I peeked Miles' head buried deep in his phone. Looking up, he smiled and waved. Aww
Deciding on knee-length knotless, as expected, the wait took a longg time.
꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ · Throughout the 8 hours (y/n) couldn't help but soften up at the things Miles did for her.
★ · When her neck hurt, he went out to buy a stuffed toy, earning laughs at the name he picked out for it ―Milo, despite not deciding the gender beforehand. Coincidence or not, it was in her favorite color, easily gaining its spot in her heart as a #1 gift. Maybe it was that or the fact that she got it from Miles, either way she adored it.
★ · For the umpteenth time she had reminded Miles of his freedom to leave, and each time he gave the same answer
"You can leave y'know" "Who said I wanted to"
★ · Halfway through, he fell asleep and seizing the opportunity, she took a picture unbeknownst that the flash was on and waking him. Snatching the plush from her hands as revenge, he laughed when she asked for it back with grabby hands.
"Okay, no. Milo is my child and therefore off-limits, give him back" "As Milo's biological father I believe I also get a say in who's care he's in" "And as Milo's biological mother and current guardian I want him back" "Nahh you'll be fine, sit still"
The teasing had Keziah chucking softly over (y/n)'s head, resulting in her putting on a forced anger expression that, however, quickly dissipated.
"Look, mami's angry Milo" "I hate you" "You love me"
★ · Nearing to the end with two braids left, she asked Miles his opinion on what to add. Miles he would've found it cheesy be it any other girl, but he felt happy, ―lovesick even― by her asking for his opinion on something so minor. 'The small things' he'd call it.
"Curls or no curls?" He thought long and hard before answering, he swore you'd look great with either. "Curls"
Closing her eyes as Keziah wrapped the end of her braids with curlers, she heard a buzz from her bag draped across his lap.
"Could you hand me that please?"
The new notification was a message from Miles. Looking at her phone, (y/n) couldn't help but smile.
"you ok?" "I've been ok for the last 13 times you asked" "I'm just worried about you" "What the fuck is tjag Fyt ??"
Spotting Keziah walking with a kettle in her hands she could only assume that was what he was referring to. Pointing at it, she tilted her head as if to ask:
"You mean that?"
He shook his head in response, watching closely as Keziah dipped her hair into the hot liquid. Slightly wincing in pain, he put Milo in her hold, it didn't go unnoticed by (y/n) how their fingers interlocked over the others before pulling away. Ouhh
Walking, he looked over his shoulder to see me still put, holding onto the back of my head for dear life and rubbing it. Just how long was that water boiling for? "You good?" "No" my answer― even thought against my will― came off somewhat harsh, tiredness and pain driving me agitated. Now standing infront me, he silenced my ever occurring grunts with a hug? Placing his hand over mine, he started to knead away the pressure, the tension within fading. After some time he hoisted my chin with curled fingers. "Better?" I mumbled an incoherent "Mhm" falling back into his hold and wrapping my arms around him loosely.
꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ · Ending off the night with the ladies talking briefly, it finally dawned on (y/n) how late it was getting, ―deciding to pay and leave.
On the other side of the door they stood separated; no type of touch between the two. Miles had his hands in his pockets, (y/n) holding tightly onto Milo. Usually, she was so accustomed to the sting of fresh-braids but no sah, this time it didn't work out like that.
I don't know why I did that, well, I'm trying to push away a few ideas but even they're too out-of-reach. Looking up at him, he smiled. I returned it, my half-opened eyes closing fully before I let out a yawn. Hurriedly, I slapped a hand over my mouth as he laughed "How 'bout we head back to your place, sounds good?"
I felt drunk with fatigue miserably stumbling over my own two feet. It didn't help that Miles was laughing like a rass hyena helping me up.
"Can't hold a joke?" I tilted my head, lazily crossing my arms "Come here" He dragged me nearer to him with one arm around my neck, hugging me as we walked. I thought our feet would get caught up from us walking so close, the idea made me giggle.
He guided me the way home and when I tell you that déjà vu hit like a bus, believe me. We sounded like those recordings that had people talking as if they're in their own little world with the calming songs in the background. (Hope it makes sense lol) If anything, a video from some vintage camera would make us look like starring actors playing school-kids from a sappy love-sick drama .
Nah, that's too far. It's just a friendly encounter, nothing to go feral about...yeah
-------- Heyy, it's Wednesday
Dropping my head into my palms, I scanned my bed. Usually, as you can tell, I don't wake up this early, but the pain from the braids was too much for my subconscious to bear even after being alleviated. It wasn't anything concerning or harsh on my scalp but― ugh― how do I explain― it's like when there's a mosquito right, it's not doing you anything but it's there and being bat-shit annoying.
I slapped my forehead repeatedly, waking up myself to get ready to conquer day 2/6 of holiday. Trust me, extra sleep would be greatly appreciated, but I think it's time to give my bed a rest. Throwing on cargo shorts and a loose-fitting top, I did my hair in a low bun with a headband after doing any chores I think I'd get penalized for ―nothing atrocious though. Just the regular like cleaning my room and doing my section of the roster―
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Taking a water for myself, I slid a bottle of juice down to my sibling per her request. Dae, my 14 y/o sister, is almost a mini-me; she reads a lot, plays most games I do, and really really quirky ―in a good way though, fs . But unlike me, she's what you'd call a 'social butterfly' and a pretty one too, genes run strong in the family i guess.
Sitting on the counter-top I flicked through whatever the media had to offer, Dae staring at me with a knowing look and crossed arms. Glances like that would've normally been exchanged from the two of us but this time I had no clue what's going on
"Your boyfriend seems nice" "My who now?" "Y'know, your Prince Naveen with the braids that held you oh so close to his manly chest"
In the middle of her sentence she held overlapping hands over her arms and twirling. She talked in a ludicrous princess voice; to which I cringed heavily at, earning laughs from her.
"He's not my boyfriend" "Soo you're like that with all your male friends?" Which male friends? "NO―"
She started to eye me up and down with a cheeky smile. I looked at her blankly, eyebrows drawing nearer as her smile got wider. She opened her phone, scrolling through something before she brought it up to my hand, urging for me to hold it. It was a thread of messages
"Even ma' likes him" This the intervention or sumn' ? "Wait― Hold on― What?" "I was on a call with her, and not gonna lie. You looked drunk as hell"
Flashbackk ¦
"You can leave me here, my house is right around the corner" Lifting herself off of Miles' body, (y/n) pointed groggily towards a shop. Hissing his teeth, he brought her back to her original position with a soft pull on her arm. "If it's right there we can just walk. What if something happens to you?" Shrugging, she clinged onto his arm for support. Stunned by the sudden affection, it was hard to bite back the smile that cuffed his lips. He felt something dull surge within his body when she didn't smile back, well, when her eyes didn't squeeze together like they usually would.
¦ In the past few hours (y/n) found the walls she built for her own protection falter; the bits left crumbling every time she interacted with him. Miles Morales did something to (y/n), be it the way he looked at her, the things he did, the stupid stuff they talked about; whatever it was, it was serenating. But she knew giving in would could cost her a lot ― much more than her 'ghost' reputation, it was her sanity at stake.
For Miles, all that mattered was the girl tucked underneath his arm, it's hand intertwined with hers― a stance they were sure to grow fond of. Unsure why he was acting the way he was, he found himself wanting to do and be so much more than an 'accomplice' by her. He wanted to watch every late 90's romance-movie while taking down the braids he wished he could've funded for her. For her, he would splurge his life savings on anything she could ever want and need. Miles knew that the Ms. Independent in her would never let him, something he admired about her. He grew to admire a lot about her. She's going to work me hard
Right now, our favorite two were in front the (l/n)'s residence as she frantically searched for her keys. Opening the door, she stood nervously as Miles remained outside, (y/n) went back down the steps to face Miles before―
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Hiding her phone in an instant, Dae smiled innocently, chuckling softly as she made way to her room.
"My dearest princess Tiana, whenever you're done dreaming about your prince Naveen and you find yourself needing me. Well, which I hope not, I'll be playing Valorant's new season" "There's a new season?" With her head peeking out the door frame, she narrowed her eyes "I don't know, fuck around and find out"
Before I could say something she shut her door. Yup, mini-me. I took up my phone in reaction to the notification sound, it was a message from Lailah.
"Mind explaining why thee Miles Morales wants your house address?"
okay culprit.
"took his book on accident" "so what you're telling me is" "You saw miles in the flesh and blood within less than three feet?" "Eww lailah" "It sounds weird like that" "girl, you cannot tell me that you don't find him cute" "who?" "miles?"
If you want him girl take him, I certainly won't
"..obviously" "nope...you do?" "who doesn't" "I'm worried about you" "wtv"
I scoffed.
What's so special about him? He looks like every other guy, like literally. The only difference is probably his jawline, smile, eyes..how all his features just make him look so. so. so.. majestic? I hissed and laid down on the countertop, groaning when my hands couldn't push my head any deeper into the material as I accepted defeat. The image of just him doing anything could bring a smile and not a scowl to my face. Ew
I hate this― whatever that he's making me feel, I don't like it.
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I'll be staring part three for my other story and also this one
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robot-horde · 6 months
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The Human Experience
Seeing @/technovalkyrie’s human Prowl design had my brain conjuring up this idea so I wrote it down. I made his human name Price because I think it’s cute. That’s all.
TFA Prowl x GN!Reader
After spending time as a human in Soundwave's illusion, Prowl craved the experience again. When he meets and falls in love with a human, he has to decide how much of the truth to share, and how much of his alien nature he should hide.
Warnings: Holoform & non-holoform sex, female reader with gender neutral language, Prowl's first time, human kink, size difference, oral, fingering, l-bomb, creampie
Word Count: 5.6k
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This couldn’t possibly end well, but Prowl was in too deep to turn back now. Of course none of it had been planned. It’s not like he woke up one day and decided to make himself miserable by falling in love. But here he was, four months into dating you and wearing the title “boyfriend” with pride. He knew Prowl wasn’t a suitable human name and would be sure to raise some questions, so when the time came, he introduced himself as Price. 
Responding to this new name felt odd, but it was a decent and necessary replacement if he was going to successfully masquerade as a human. Ever since the incident with Soundwave and his illusions, Prowl craved the experience of being human again, so he’d started using his holoform more often. It wasn’t until after he met you though that he seemed to spend more time in his holoform than his own body. 
You were the captivating stranger who’d cut through the park every day on your way to work. At this point, your routine was predictable and you’d become a reliable figure in the periphery of Prowl’s life. Although the two of you had never spoken, he found it difficult not to feel a sense of attachment to you.
For all the time you’d hovered near each other, it wasn’t until one particularly awkward incident that you’d officially cross paths. You’d been running late, and in your haste to get to work you fell to the ground, scattering the contents of your half open backpack across the sidewalk. Before Prowl could stop himself, he swooped into action, helping you up and asking if you were alright.
Nervous laughter and embarrassed apologies filled the air as you tried to thank him for helping. When you’d gathered your things and finally made eye contact with Prowl, it was like a scene from a cheesy romance movie. The sight of his handsome face and bright eyes stunned you into silence. Noticing your change in demeanor, Prowl once again sheepishly asked if you were alright. The question snapped you out of your haze, prompting you to thank him a final time before running off. But you didn’t get very far before a thought stopped you in your tracks. 
You were already late for work and had humiliated yourself once today, so what was another five minutes and a hint of embarrassment if it meant you might get to see this charming stranger again? It wasn’t every day you met someone like this, so why not take advantage of the opportunity?
When you turned around and smiled at him Prowl could feel his spark flutter. He was surprised when you asked for his number and for a moment Prowl wondered if this was all some strange dream. This was never supposed to happen; he wasn’t supposed to get so involved. But the prospect of a date with you was too exciting and tempting to decline.
After much debate he concluded it was worth the risk. Although the lies wracked him with guilt, he was able to rationalize it away as he got to know you. It’s not like he lied often, he just had to twist the truth a little bit. And since he could only bring himself to lie by omission, everything he told you was technically true, leaving you none the wiser. 
In your mind, Price was a normal human, with a normal human job, and normal human interests. All you could focus on was how he obviously adored you more than he let on, and as you opened up to him, he was able to let his guard down. Prowl became less uptight, less anxious, and more at peace in your presence. That was until he’d started to notice some patterns of behavior that made his anxiety rise again.
Prowl couldn’t be sure, since he wasn’t confident in his knowledge on human courting customs. But it seemed like you’d been sending hints that you wanted to be more intimate with him. Maybe he was reading too far into it, but looking back Prowl realized you’d probably been sending signals for a while before it caught his attention.
It wasn’t until you were straddling him that he could truly admit he’d been right. You were running your hands up his chest and fidgeting with his jacket zipper when he panicked and stopped you. You weren’t upset, just startled and worried about if he was alright. Prowl assured you all was well, and even though you knew that wasn’t true, you didn’t want to push him.
After that encounter, Prowl spent far too much time debating with himself over the ethics of interfacing with you. On one servo you made it clear you were interested, eager even. On the other servo, you didn’t know the truth about him. You didn’t know his true nature or name or life. Was it wrong to allow you to be so vulnerable with him under false pretenses? 
All these thoughts were shoved aside when Prowl thought about kissing you. He thought about your first kiss and how each one after that just got better and better. He thought about what it would be like to interface with you; how even in his holoform he could feel everything as though it was happening to his own body. Because technically it was his own body and if it was technically his body, then it couldn’t be wrong. Maybe not the most ethical, but it wasn’t exactly unethical either. At least not unethical enough to stop him.
Prowl had made up his mind. The next time you tried to take things further, he wouldn’t stop you. Now all he had to do was mentally prepare himself for when it actually happened. Obviously he couldn’t tell you he was an alien robot, but he figured you might need to know how inexperienced he was. You’d never made fun of him before, so he knew it was unlikely you’d tease him about it, but he still felt nervous. To calm down, Prowl thought through every possible scenario and assured himself that everything would be fine. 
By the time he saw you again, he knew he was as ready as he’d ever be. When he arrived at your door, you hugged him like you always did and Prowl tried his best to act normal. You’d settled in to watch a movie but Prowl could barely focus. Through the whole thing he wondered if you were going to make a move, since he knew watching TV was often used by humans as an excuse to be more physical. When the movie was over and you hadn’t done anything, he finally accepted that tonight wasn't going to be the night.
But then the mood shifted. You pulled him in for a slow, sweet kiss and climbed onto his lap before cradling his head in your hands. This time when you moved your hands to his chest, he didn't flinch, and when you got near his jacket zipper, he put his shaking hand over yours and unzipped it with you. Every action of yours was unbelievably gentle; each touch was careful and each kiss was tender. 
He could feel himself melting under your attention and before Prowl knew it, both of you were shirtless. His breathing was heavy and his heartbeat was racing. If he focused hard enough, he could feel the energy of his spark intensifying in his true form. Everything felt easy and natural until you started to inch closer to his pants. He hesitated and, of course, you noticed. He should have known you'd notice.
“Is this okay?” you whispered into his neck.
“Yes,” Prowl breathlessly replied, “Yes it's fine, but I-”
He paused and sighed. Telling you would make this better, he knew it was true, but he was still so nervous. You pulled back to look at him while you waited, but he couldn't seem to spit the words out.
“But?” you urged, “Price, baby, it's okay. You can tell me if something doesn't feel right.”
That wasn't his name, and hearing it now made the guilt bubble up in him again. But your expression was so genuine and your eyes were so caring. He could see deep affection for him in the way you met his gaze and it always left him speechless. Primus, he loved you, and he wanted to tell you the truth, the whole truth. But for now, he'd have to settle for just one truth.
”I haven't done this before,“ Prowl quickly confessed.
”Oh,“ you replied, raising a brow, ”Really?“
”Yes,“ Prowl mumbled, shifting his gaze away from you.
”Like... at all?“ you asked.
”Not at all,“ Prowl quietly replied.
You tried to stifle a laugh and Prowl's spark sank at the sound, but you quickly apologized.
“I'm sorry, it's not that, it's just,” you smiled, “By the way you kiss I would have thought you had some experience.”
“Oh...” Prowl wasn't sure how to respond to that. Was it a compliment? Because it seemed like a compliment.
“It's okay baby,” you assured him before leaning in for a slow kiss. “We don't have to do anything you don't wanna do. It's not like I'm gonna be disappointed or anything.”
“I know, but I want to,” Prowl sighed, “I want- I want to be with you like that. I want to know you like that.” It may have sounded cheesy, but it was true.
“Alright,” you smiled before kissing his nose and brushing your hand against his cheek, “But talk to me, okay? You can always tell me to stop.”
He didn't tell you to stop at all that night; he never even asked you to slow down. It was perfect. You were perfect. Sure that wasn't literally accurate, but Prowl felt like it was the best word to express what he was feeling in the afterglow. It was lovely and peaceful having your naked body pressed against his own. Your skin was soft, its warmth was comforting, and Prowl was content to lay there in silence, lazily running the tips of his fingers up and down your back.
“Hey Price?” you spoke softly, grabbing his attention, “I love you.”
He felt his heart skip a beat at those words. Prowl had heard you say it once before, seemingly on accident in a quiet moment nearly identical to this one, so he shouldn’t have been so surprised. It felt like the only difference between the two scenarios was that you had been clothed back then. Still, despite his shock, the affection evident in your words wound its way through his processor, forever engraving the moment in his memory.
“I love you too,” he hummed.
He didn’t want to say more, he didn’t want to ruin it, but he knew he had to. After hearing those words, after saying them back, Prowl knew he couldn’t leave without sharing his secret. You couldn’t truly love him if you didn’t truly know him. So he did it. Without any context or buildup, Prowl told you the truth he’d been doing his best to hide for so long.
“This is going to sound crazy, but… I’m not human.” 
You didn’t respond, only throwing him a skeptical look from your place against his chest. 
“I’m not- I- This isn’t my body,” he tried to explain.
“I’m gonna need to hear more than that honey. You can’t just say you’re not human and then not gimme the details.”
“This isn’t- I’m not-,” Prowl huffed and paused to try and sort his words out. “I’m a cybertronian.”
“I know that word,” you mused, “Why do I know that word?”
“You remember the robots who’ve been roaming Detroit lately?”
“The ones on TV?” you asked.
“Yes. I’m one of them.”
You went silent, and for a moment Prowl was terrified you were going to freak out, but you didn’t. You simply propped yourself up and looked into his eyes. You examined his face, wrinkling your nose as you scanned his expression.
“Oh my god,” you whispered.
This was it. He’d ruined it. He’d destroyed the moment, killed the relationship, and buried his own heart with it.
“Oh my god! You are!” You laughed and rolled onto your back next to him. “So that’s why I knew your voice.”
“What?” Prowl was experiencing some emotional whiplash. You must not have understood what he’d said.
“Your voice,” you repeated, “I’d always thought I’d heard your voice before. I just figured maybe I was makin’ it up, like it was in my dreams or something. But now that you mention it, your voice sounds exactly like that one robot. That- that- Prowl.”
Hearing his name, his real name, spoken in your voice nearly made him cry. Prowl hadn’t realized just how much weight that one word would hold once it was you speaking it.
“That’s really you?” you asked, still not truly convinced, “Price? Is your name seriously Prowl?”
“Yes,” he sighed, “Listen, I’m sorry I lied to you-”
“Well if you’d told me sooner maybe I could have been screaming the right name just now,” you laughed, cutting him off.
“Oh,” Prowl hadn’t expected that. “Ah- you’re not… upset?”
“No,” you shook your head, “But it’s mostly because I won’t believe you until you prove it. No offense baby, but that’s a real big claim to make without any proof.”
“You actually want to see me?”
“I’m sorry but that’s the most absurd question I think you’ve ever asked me. Of course I do, especially if it’s actually you. So, show me the proof and then we’ll go from there, yeah?”
“Yes, of course,” he agreed.
“Hey,” you whispered, turning his face towards you again, “I still love you, you know?”
“I know,” Prowl couldn’t help but smile and nod in response. He didn’t know why you’d still feel that way, but he knew you were telling the truth.
You’d wanted him to show you his cybertronian form right then and there, but that wasn’t really possible, especially in your tiny apartment. You laughed when you realized how silly the suggestion had been, but you were still feeling impatient. To your dismay, Prowl asked if it could wait until tomorrow.
When you questioned him, he explained that sleeping on it would make him much less nervous, especially if he’d be spending the night next to you. Seeing his earnest expression and hearing his honesty, you couldn’t say no. What was one more night after all this time?
When you parted in the morning, he kissed you goodbye and promised he’d return that evening when you got off work. While saying goodbye, you’d accidentally called him Price before correcting yourself. Despite the mistake, the fact you tried to call him Prowl showed that you were at least giving him the benefit of the doubt, and it brought him a sense of comfort. 
The day passed and when he came back to meet you, you were already waiting outside. The sight of his holoform on his alt-mode was odd. You realized you’d never actually seen his alt-mode in person. It was probably because he was afraid you’d be clever enough to put the pieces together.
“So, that’s-” you gestured to the bike, “you?”
“Yes,” he nodded, “I hope it’s not too strange for you.”
“The weird thing is wrapping my arms around the you that I know while, uh… sitting on the you that I don’t.”
“Understandable,” Prowl smiled as you hopped on.
Prowl warned everyone that you’d be there and had asked not to be bothered. They knew he had to be doing something when he disappeared for such long periods of time, but after that announcement Prowl didn’t have to specify for them to realize that something was you. Thankfully, they listened and kept to themselves as you made your way to Prowl’s room. Once behind closed doors you took a step back to give him space.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Yeah, are you?”
“No,” he answered honestly, “But this is long overdue.”
Before you could reply, his holoform flickered out like a ghost and the motorcycle in front of you began to shift. You couldn’t hide your amazement as Prowl transformed into his bot mode and knelt down in front of you.
“Woah,” you whispered as you came face to face with the mech you’d only ever seen on TV.
He was so much taller than he’d been as Price. Even on his knees he had to crouch to be at the same height as you. Prowl studied your expression as you looked up and down his body, taking in this new form. His shoulders were broader, his hands were larger, his frame stronger, and it was all a little bit intimidating.
“Can I?” you asked, reaching out to touch his face. 
Prowl nodded and offered you a small smile in return. You brought both hands up against his cheeks. It was very different from every time you’d done it before, but seeing his smile and hearing your name in his familiar, comforting voice grounded you. This was him. This was your Price, your Prowl.
“I always thought wearing those sunglasses was an odd fashion choice,” you grinned and Prowl chuckled in response, “But it makes more sense now. Do those come off? I’ve never seen you- well I’ve never seen you on TV without them.”
“Ah- no,” Prowl frowned. “I hope that isn’t a disappointment.”
“I’m not sure ‘disappointment’ is a word I’d use to describe anything right now.”
Prowl wanted to jump to conclusions, wanted to believe you really weren’t disappointed by any of this. But he was still afraid to get his hopes up. He could tell you were a little distant, still feeling hesitant around him like this, but you hid it well.
“So what happens now?” you asked.
“What happens? Well, what do you want to happen?”
“I don’t know,” you hummed, “Can I kiss you like this?”
Prowl was a little taken aback. He’d hoped maybe you’d still be attracted to him, but he didn’t expect for you to be so forward already. Prowl didn’t say yes, he just leaned in to meet your lips. It was an odd sensation, the gesture being so familiar and yet so new for both of you. Your movements were awkward at first, adjusting to this new interaction, but it didn’t take long for you to settle into things, sharing slow, relaxed kisses. When you finally pulled back you still held his head in your hands.
“I’ve got a lot of questions.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything else,” Prowl replied with a soft grin.
You spent the rest of the night talking and Prowl was impressed by your long list of questions. It pretty much covered all the basic information you’d missed out on while thinking he was a human. You quickly settled in next to him, encouraging him to wrap his arms around you to snuggle up like you usually did while you talked. The way you approached him like all of this was normal put him at ease even though Prowl knew this had to be strange for you.
Over the next few days your questions became less frequent as the two of you began adjusting to this new dynamic. Prowl still used his holoform on occasion, since he enjoyed spending time in your apartment, but you seemed a little more shy when he was there. Prowl just assumed it was part of adjusting, but when you stopped by to visit him after work one day, Prowl found out the real reason you’d been acting so shy.
“So, can we fuck like this?” you asked out of the blue.
“Pardon?” Prowl coughed in surprise.
“Like obviously the holoform thing works and it’s great, don’t get me wrong. But I’m just curious, ‘cus either way that leads to some more questions.”
“You’ve thought about that?” Prowl asked in disbelief.
“Well, yeah. Haven’t you?”
“Sure, but it’s… different I suppose.”
“Why would it be any different?” you asked.
“Because you’re human and I’m not,” he frowned.
“So? If you can be attracted to me as a human, why can’t I be attracted to you as a robot? It’s not like it’s wrong. I mean, I can’t think of a reason why it would be bad at least.”
Prowl was quiet for a long moment before finally deciding to speak up.
“So you’d want to?” he asked quietly, “Because we could.”
“Yeah?” you excitedly replied with a mischievous grin before inching closer to rest your hand on his thigh.
“Now?” Prowl asked hesitantly.
“You don’t want to now?”
“Ah- no, now- now is good,” Prowl mumbled as you leaned in to kiss him.
You could feel him smiling through the kiss and it made your heart flutter. He’d always been so easy to fluster, and while seeing his holoform blush was adorable, having him like this was even better. When you settled into his lap, Prowl’s spark hummed with excitement the same way it did every time. He felt your soft lips start to kiss down his neck and he moaned when your nimble fingers ran down his chassis, brushing across his transformation seams.
“That feel good?” you mumbled and he eagerly nodded.
Each movement was more hesitant than it had been in the past. It was new and exciting, so you were both a little more careful. You undressed bit by bit in between kisses and the feeling of your bare skin pressed against the metal of his frame sent goosebumps across your body.
Prowl’s servos came to rest on your hips and you felt him give a light squeeze. He loved observing how easy it was to cover so much of you with just his servos. His frame made you feel small, but it was still welcomed as he explored your body like he’d never touched it before.
When Prowl crouched over you, all you could see was him, and it was easy to get lost in his presence. His warm metal servos held you tight as his lips kissed every inch he could reach. Slowly Prowl began to move down your body, but he hesitated and whispered your name to get your attention.
“Something wrong?” you asked, seeing the nervous look on his face.
“I’m worried I’ll hurt you,” Prowl confessed.
“We’ll figure it out,” you assured him, “You’re far too gentle for that to happen. I think you’d have to try pretty hard to actually hurt me.”
Your confidence in him was encouraging, so he tentatively continued, kissing your inner thigh before slowly licking your cunt. You hummed in response and let your hand rest against the back of Prowl’s helm to encourage him as he ate you out. Prowl began carefully pressing one of his digits into you. When you told him he could keep going, he added another. The feeling of two wasn’t a stretch, but it was certainly full. Still, you wanted more.
“Hey,” you mumbled, giving a subtle tap against his helm, “Lemme get up for a minute okay?”
Prowl nodded and pulled back so you had space to move around. He watched with a satisfied smile as you walked over to your backpack. He’d never get over how mesmerizing it was, watching your body shift in such different ways than his. Your frame was contradictory in ways he didn’t understand, but he loved it. It was so fragile, but incredibly resilient; soft, but remarkably sturdy in his embrace.
“I figured lube might be helpful,” you called out, drawing Prowl out of his dreamy thoughts.
“You planned for this?” Prowl questioned, “You knew this would happen?”
“No,” you laughed, “I hoped this would happen. There’s a big difference. Now here,” you grabbed his servo and held out his palm before coating his digits with lube, “Good?”
“Very good,” he smiled before you both settled back in.
Prowl slowly picked up his pace as he ran his glossa over your clit, but you needed more. You encouraged him to add another digit, finally giving you the stretch you’d been craving. Prowl smirked hearing you moan and grip him tighter as he fucked you with his digits. If this is how you sounded now, he was eager to know what you’d sound like when filled with his spike.
“Faster baby,” you gasped, panting and bucking your hips against his face.
He did as you asked until your moans got louder, interrupted by little cries of “yes” until the impact of your orgasm left you speechless. Prowl slowed down and rested his helm against your stomach as you recovered and you smiled sweetly in return as you gazed down at him.
“You ready for more?” you asked.
“You sure?”
“Completely,” you nodded.
“Alright sweetspark,” Prowl said before kissing your stomach and leaning back.
You’d been far too distracted to notice he’d revealed his spike a while ago, but now you watched with fascination as he slowly pumped it, coating it with lube. He noticed your intense curiosity and took a mental note to let you act on that later, but for now he had other plans. He arched over your body once again and adjusted until the two of you were comfortably nestled together.
You felt your heart racing as a storm of thoughts swirled in your head. This was Prowl, your Prowl. You knew him. You loved him. Sure, you’d done this before, but right now, with how new everything was, it felt like you hadn't. 
His body was so heavy and sturdy and big above you, and his voice held a metallic timbre that was otherworldly and deeply enticing. You could feel the thrumming of your heart and hear the faint hum of his spark. Metal and flesh entwined in a scene that almost felt taboo. Like a secret the two of you would have to keep. But it was your secret, and it was one you were eager to harbor.
“Are you sure?,” he whispered, waiting until you nodded before he continued.
The anticipation was killing you. You hadn't touched his spike with your hands, but you could feel the warmth of it pressed against your thigh. You arched into his touch as Prowl reached down to dip his digits into you one more time before pressing the tip of his spike to your entrance. He held himself up with one arm by your head while the other ran down from your waist, to your thigh, to your ass before he finally allowed his spike to inch inside you.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, drawing him into a deep kiss as he continued to push in. Soon he began slowly thrusting, setting a relaxed pace which let you easily acclimate to his size. When Prowl moved to kiss your neck and shoulders, you could feel his denta lightly scrape against your skin.
“You can bite,” you whispered. 
He was obviously tempted by the thought but stayed cautious, so you decided to nip first. You pulled him closer to run your tongue up his neck before gently biting and sucking the spot. Prowl’s chest rumbled with a satisfied purr. Human teeth were far too dull to leave a mark on his frame, but the gentle sensation was pleasurable all the same.
“Your turn,” you grinned, and after that playful demonstration, Prowl caved to temptation by gently biting down on your collarbone. “Suck,” you commanded, urging him to be rougher.
You waited until you were certain he’d used enough force to leave a mark before catching his chin and guiding him to admire his handiwork.
“Fascinating…” Prowl grinned, lightly brushing his digits across the new bruise.
Prowl had never left any sort of mark on you while in his holoform, so this was new to him. But seeing it now ignited an unfamiliar pride and possessiveness within him. He’d done that and you’d let him. He found a deep satisfaction in being able to alter your body this way, decorating it with his own symbols of devotion. For a moment Prowl was a little disappointed you couldn’t do the same to him, but that thought was quickly swept away by your soft moans and gentle kisses.
You wrapped your legs around his torso, urging Prowl to pick up his pace. He sat up to hold your hips for more leverage before quickening his thrusts. This new position gave you room to touch yourself, so you began circling your clit; slowly picking up speed as you went while Prowl continued to rut into you. His helm was tilted back and his mouth was open as he gazed down at you beneath him. The sight of you spread out for him, pleasuring yourself and watching him with such adoration in your eyes had him groaning.
“Frag-,” Prowl hissed as he began bucking into you more harshly.
“Yes, just like that,” you moaned, “Just like that baby, keep going.”
You started circling your clit a little faster while meeting his thrusts with your hips. Soon you were panting through another orgasm, arching your back and gripping Prowl’s arm with your other hand. When you’d coasted through it, you reached out, silently asking Prowl to lean back over you again. He arched down and you wrapped your arms around his neck while giving him a languid kiss.
“C’mon baby, keep going,” you purred, “I wanna feel you cum inside me.”
Prowl nearly whined. Something about hearing you use human words like that was such a turn on. The alienness felt more risqué than any cybertronian dirty talk could. With your encouragement, Prowl lost himself in the pursuit of his own orgasm. He picked up his pace again, much sloppier and more desperate than before, but it didn’t matter. You could feel how much Prowl was enjoying this, how eager he was to follow through and fill you until you were dripping with his transfluid.
You held onto him tightly, kissing his neck and moaning against his ear as he continued rutting into you. Prowl moved to look you in the eyes before giving you a messy kiss. When he pulled back, he stayed hovering right above your face. He could feel the warmth of your breath as you panted and moaned into his mouth.
“I love you,” you whimpered as he frantically bucked into you, making your voice shake.
“Say-” he moaned, “Say it again, say it again.”
“Mmm, I love you,” you whispered as he buried his helm in the crook of your neck. “I love you,” you repeated as you dragged your nails down his back. Prowl’s hips stuttered and you could tell he was close, so you pressed your face against the side of his helm as you held him tight. “Prowl, I love you.”
Hearing you call his name, telling him you loved him while you took him, all of him, had him falling over the edge. Prowl couldn’t hold back any longer and growled as he gave one last rough thrust before flooding you with his transfluid. He continued with quick, uneven movements as he rode out his high, practically whimpering from the pleasure. When he finally stilled, you heard the rumble of his engine slowly grow quieter until it was a soft, comforting purr.
You kept one arm lightly wrapped around his neck, but moved the other to hold his helm in your hand when he went to kiss you. Prowl hummed through the kiss and pressed your foreheads together afterwards.
“I love you too,” he smiled and you chuckled.
His voice was gravelly from how loud he’d been and you wanted to hear more of it. The two of you sayed together like that for a few more quiet moments before cleaning up and settling back down to rest. Prowl let out a content sigh as he pulled you up against his chassis and kissed the top of your head. You closed your eyes and smiled while you snuggled into his embrace.
“Did you like that better?” you quietly asked.
“Hm?” Prowl softly hummed.
“Like, did you enjoy that more than doing it with the holoform? I was just wondering how different it is for you, because this was a way different experience for me than with your holoform.”
“Oh! Well, of course. It’s more real, although I don’t know exactly how to explain it. But did you like it better?” Prowl asked, “Was it too much?”
“No, no, not too much. In fact, it was without a doubt the best sex I’ve ever had,” you smiled.
“You don’t have to try and flatter me.”
“No, I’m serious,” you retorted, “If you don’t believe me, you at least have to believe it’s the best sex we’ve ever had.”
“We haven’t done it enough to have much to compare it to,” he pointed out.
“Well then, that just means it’ll be easy for us to one up this experience,” you teased, “which doesn’t sound too bad to me.”
“Oh I think it’s a grand idea,” Prowl replied with a smile before pulling you closer to kiss you again.
Prowl had never felt so at peace before. In this moment, embraced by the comfort of your presence, he was without doubt or fear. Everything was finally out on the table and you’d happily taken a seat at it. He knew you weren’t going anywhere, weren’t going to run away in disgust or anger. 
Since you now knew the truth, you’d seen all of him. Despite the fact that he was not a human, you’d opened your heart and let him pour his spark back into it. With you wrapped safely in his arms, Prowl realized it wasn’t the human experience he’d craved, it was the desire to belong. And now that he’d found it, found a home in you, he knew he’d never leave.
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Birthday
A/n : it's me again with a lil bit of angst and my favorite trope.
Warnings : Angst, lil bit of swearing. That's it I think. Maybe a shitty ending. Not proof read, sorry.
Pairing : Actress!y/n and Harry
Summary : Harry forgot Y/n's birthday.
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She woke up , by feeling Harry's warm body next to her.
It's a beautiful and cozy winter morning in London and she is feeling lazy to wake up but she had to because it's a special day.
Today is Y/n's birthday.
Well it's special because it's her first birthday with Harry. This is the day she had been waiting for , to spend her special day with her lover. This is the reason why she wanted to spend a month of her break in London with Harry. She don't know a lot of people in London, except Harry and few of his friends. But she came to London for him to spend time with him while he work on his new album.
She closed her eyes again to just embrace the fact that she is with Harry today. And god , she is soo in love with him. And she drifted back into sleep slowly while feeling content with Harry's embrace.
After few minutes she woke up again to the sound of the shower. She rubbed her eyes with the heal of the palm to erase the sleep completely. She can smell Harry's shower gel from the bathroom. He is taking a shower. She smiled to herself.
She sat and leaned to the headboard. She is very hardly trying to submerge the idea of taking her phone and scroll and check notifications.
Soon after she sound of the shower came to halt. She can hear the shower door opening.
Harry walked out of the ensuit bathroom with all his naked glory. He is all wet from the shower. His hair is still wet and he smell soo delicious. She love his shampoo's and body wash's smell. He always smells like a bowl full of summer fruits. It's one of her favorite smell. He also had this signature scent which is sweet and at the same time masculine and spicy . She is a gonner for him.
"Like what you see ?" Harry interrupted her thoughts.
"I love what I see." She answered with a cheeky grin.
He just chuckle and went in to his closet.
Don't get her wrong. She is not one for the total attention, or one who wants every one to wish her on the special day. But can you blame her now, it's her first birthday with him , she is just so fucking excited about it. So she thought that the minute Harry saw her , he is going to wish her. But he didn't. So she is a bit disappointed. But she again thought maybe he is just playing with her.
Harry returned back wearing a casual white t-shirt and pants. That's odd , because Harry always wear sweats or shorts in home. And he then he applied perfume which made to seem even more odd. Is he going out? She thought.
He is gathering his stuff and searching for his glasses when she spoke.
"What are you doing?" She asked him in confusion.
"Going to studio? Like everyday?" He said to her with a funny look on his face.
"Um-..." she couldn't speak anything. Did he really forgot? Or is he just playing with her and teasing her.
"I told you yesterday , that we are recording this new song today. We have to complete as soon as possible. So far what I know is this one is the hard on to do." He said to her while he made his way to the night stand near the bed to collect his phone.
That, he told her yesterday while having dinner. But she obviously forgot.
This can't happen right now. Did he really forgot her birthday ? She is already one the verge of crying. But she didn't. She can't.
He leaned down to her gave her a kiss. His lips always feel like heaven to her. She can never get bored of them.
"Bye, baby. Love you. I try to get back early today but can't promise you."
She was quite. Don't know what to speak. Afraid that if she speak, she will say something stupid or will directly ask him about if he really forgot her birthday.
"What , love ?" He asked while running his finger on her bottom lip.
"Will you like... maybe . Um-.. be able to make it for lunch. Maybe for an hour?" She asked him with doe eyes.
"Sorry, baby. Maybe I can not. But I promise that I'll make up to you for dinner. Yeah?"
She just noded and gave him her best fake smile to make it seem really genuine.
He gave her on last peck on her lips.
"Bye, puppy. Love you"
"Bye, baby. I love you."
With that he is out of the room. With in minutes he is out of the house.
She fell back on the bed with a sigh. She is disappointed. Not with him. But with herself. For expecting something.
She is never the one for celebrating her birthday days. Actually there is time where she used to despise birthdays. She felt everything is fake. The love , the attention, everything is fake. It only lasts for 24 hours. And later everything is gone. So she is not really interested in them.
Even in her childhood her parents didn't payed too much of time and attention to her. They always saw her as a responsibility and burden. So there are no memorable moments with her family on her birthdays.
High school was a bit different. She had some good friends. They made her feel a bit valuable by not showing fake love only on her birthdays.
And now it's entirely different. They is lot of people's attention now because she is an actress, a public figure. Now she is receiving both true love and adoration and fake love and attention. Her fans are angels, everyone of them. They are her loves. They made her feel like she is worthy of true love. There are people who really adore and love her. She had never been happier in life.
At the same time there are people who are like double masked. People who talk behind her back and praise and wish her in front of her face. She try not to get bothered by them not to let them get to her.
With another sigh she rolled on the bed to reach her phone on the night stand.
She unlocked the phone. Immediately she is met with many notifications. Many people are wishing her. Her friends, her team, her fans.
She felt overwhelmed by all the love. She replied only to few messages from her close friends.
And noticed that there is no single message from her parents.
Well, she expected that. Her parents never loved her. They always treated her like a burden even though she is the only child. They were never happy for achievements in her childhood. So she expected the same for the rest of the life. But once she became an actress and got money and fame. Her family started to show love and care that they never showed before. She felt strange and uncomfortable at beginning. But later she understood that they don't love her , but they want her money and fame. She felt disgust and she said them right across their faces that she never had them in her life before and don't want them anymore. So she didn't wanted to be treated like. So she cut her ties with them though she always sends them money, bought them a new house. But she don't want them in her life showing fake love.
So this a not a shocker that they didn't even cared to message her.
The shocker is the fact that Harry forgot her birthday. Not that she wanted him to do something extravagant and all. She just thought it would be a bit special if he remember and wished her. Harry had always been a wonderful boyfriend. Still is. Every single day. Every single minute. So expecting him to wish her is not her fault
But at the same time. She have to understand him. He is soo stressed with the album right now. That's all he is focused on now.
And also why would he remember? It's just birthday. He have lot more important things to do. An Album, a tour is coming up and many more things. So her birthday must be the last thing on his mind, right?
She don't want to cry but she is crying now. Maybe it's just a birthday rule that she have to cry atleast once on that day.
Hot tears running down her cheeks. Wishing that her parents loved her a bit more. Wishing that Harry remembered her birthday.
Finally what felt like an hour later she got from bed and went to take bath.She spent more time than usual. Pampering her self. Just laying in the tub.
After fourty five minutes she got out of the bathroom.
She went into the closet and picked some casual lingerie. And picked some loose baggy jeans and Harry's old t-shirt which is her favorite. Considering that she have no plans so she don't have to get all dressed. And atleast she will have a peice of him today.
She went down to the kitchen and made herself some smoothie for breakfast.
She sat down on the couch and decided to watch a movie or catch up with some shows since she have nothing to do.
Before she knows it it's past noon. She thought about calling Harry. She messaged him first to see if he is free.
To Harry: call me once your free
Within minutes her phone rang , and Harry's contact id popped up.
She answered it immediately.
"Hello."
"Hi , baby. What's up?"
"Nothing just wanted to talk." She said into the phone.
"Aww is my puppy is already missing me?" Harry said and she can see that shit eating grin with out even seeing it physically.
She started blushing. "Nope, not at all missing you. Im peacefully watching movies without you."
"Hey ! That's rude."
"Haha, fine I'm missing you. Just wanted to talk and see If you had lunch yet."
"No, not yet. But I will. Have you eaten yet?" He asked.
"No, actually not feeling hungry. I will later. How is the recording going on?"
He chuckled at the phone she can hear Jeff's voice from the other side saying something . "Yeah , it's actually going good. Making fun and goofing around now. But yeah we are making progress though." He said
She still is waiting for him to remember today. But that felt like being a bitch for some reason. Like those people who always seeks attention.
"Ok, baby I need to go. I call you later. Yeah?" Harry said
"Yeah OK,bye. love you." She said in a small voice.
"Bye baby, love you more. And eat something." With that he cut the call.
She just sat there in silence. She feels soo sad. Overwhelmed. Because a lot of people are wishing her. All strangers are being exited for her. But her own boyfriend don't even remember.
At the top of this her anxiety is not helping her. She is over thinking everything.
Does he really love her ? Or did he find her boring?
Sure there is nothing special about her. She is so little compared to Harry styles. She is new to industry, very young , not as popular and beautiful as his other Victoria secret models. She have many insecurities and now she even more feeling insecure.
But she don't want to think about them. Maybe Harry just forgot. It's not a big deal. Not at all. Maybe by the end of the day he will remember and will come back.
She stopped thinking about all of that and spent the rest of the day. She spent the day by reading all the messages, watching all the fan edits on social media and watching movies.
And time just flew by. Before she knew it's almost seven pm already.
Harry said he will make it for dinner. So she excited to see him. She took her phone and messaged him asking about dinner.
To Harry: hey ! Do you want me to start preparing dinner? Or you want to order in? At what time will you be back?
She waited few minutes for the reply.
From Harry: shit ! I'm sorry , puppy. Maybe I can't make it early today. We still have a lot to complete. I'll have something in the studio.
She felt her heart crack. This can't be happening. No.
To Harry: Oh. It's ok , fine.
From Harry: sorry , baby. :(
To Harry: it's fine, bubs. Just come home safe. Bye.
From Harry: bye baby, love you. Sorry again.
She kept her phone aside. This is not happening. The universe is plotting against her. Why ?
There is no use of waiting anymore so she just want to do something and just sleep.
She went into the kitchen. She want a cake. After all there is no birthday with out cake , even if your not celebrating.
But she don't want to bake a pity cake for herself. That's too much. And she even don't want to order one. And either way once when Harry comes back he will find out. She don't want that. He will feel bad and she don't want that too.
And then she remembered that they have some cupcakes that Harry brought yesterday.
She went and took the cupcakes box from the fridge. And for her luck there is only one cupcake left. One with white colour frosting and colourful sprinkles.
She bought a small candle and placed at the top of the cupcake and lit it.
She sang a pitiful birthday song for herself while tears rolling down her cheeks.
☆♡☆♡☆♡☆
Harry is going through the lyrics once again. Everyone are on break. This is the third break. And they are about to complete it for today. As Harry thought it is by far the toughest song.
As Harry is just reading again and again. He heard Jeff's voice.
"Harry , why didn't you tell me it's Y/n's birthday today?"
It's not Y/n's birthday. It's not today. He thought to himself.
"No , it's not today. It's on..."
Then it clicked. Something in his mind just went off.
Oh god, no no no. Not today
"What date is it today ?" Harry asked with a fear in his eyes.
"Umm. January 20."
No.no.no.no. NO FUCK! SHIT. It's not happening
"What ? You don't know its her birthday today? " Jeff asked in a shocked tone.
Harry just hung his head low and shook his head.
"How do you know ?" Harry asked Jeff.
"I just saw Y/n's instagram story. She wrote a thank you letter." Jeff handed Harry his phone.
Harry opened her story. It's just a simple paragraph with black background.
'Hello guys. Thank you soo much for all the love and wishes guys have sent me. I'm soo happy to see all the love you guys have given me. It's one of my best days and you guys made my day. And I'm sorry that I was not able to respond to all the wishes. I was busy , I'm sorry. And I wish to celebrate many more birthdays like this with you guys. Lots of love. <3'
Y/n. x
Harry felt like a moron after reading that.
'Busy' It's a lie. She was not Busy, she was just lonely the whole day alone waiting for him.
'Best day ' That's the biggest lie. Maybe this is her worst day ever. Because her boyfriend didn't even remember her birthday.
What kind of a boyfriend is he ?
He felt like an absolute idiot. They felt defeated. He officially is the worst person ever. He knew that her parents don't wish her anymore. He knew that he was only person that she wanted to spend with. She came to London for him. She don't know a lot of people.
He felt sick.
With sadness written all over his face, Harry returned the phone to Jeff.
"So, as per I understood today is Y/n's birthday. But you forgot. And you spent the whole day in the studio. When she is alone in your house. And top of that you didn't even wish her." Jeff said , which actually didn't make Harry's condition better.
He just nodded.
"One a scale from one to I'm the world's worst boyfriend, how much do you think I fucked up ?" Harry asked Jeff.
"I don't know, man. But I'm pretty sure that you just fucked up , big time."
Harry just buried his face in his hands.
"I didn't do it intentionally. I obviously know, but I was a bit behind days with all this album and all. I thought it's still a week later. I even planned a bit for it. But...."
"I know, this album is making you so stressed. And I also know that Y/n will understand it. She is not like every one else. She will get it. "
Obviously she will understand. His Y/n always understands.
"She didn't even bring it up once today. Nothing seemed off. She didn't even sounded mad earlier. She could have just reminded me. GOD. I feel like an idiot. "
"Why does she have to remind you ? As a boyfriend it's your duty to remember, it's not her duty to remind you. And also it's not like that she is gonna come near you and be like.' Hey, Harry it's my birthday today. Wish me and give me gifts.' You have to remember."
Harry just groaned. He is so damn angry at himself.
"You better start now and go. Before the days ended. Make up for her. Take a day off tomorrow. We will manage later. Just take care of her. And tell her my wishes. "
That's what Harry heard before he is running around the studio and collecting his stuff. He said bye to everyone and quickly hoped into the car.
He is driving soo fast. It's already nine pm. He have to be fast. As soon as possible.
He don't even know whether y/n is going to forgive him or not. But he will apologise until she did.
He heart is beating so fast. What if she don't want him anymore? What if she leaves him.
He shook his head to remove those thoughts.
After thirty minutes he reached home.
He stood at the front door for a minute gathering his courage.
He opened the door and met with familiar smell , her smell. The smell he always crave for.
He made his way to the living room, he heard the TV playing. And he saw her.
She was sleep on the couch. The TV was running in the background playing some reality show. She fell asleep while watching TV.
Did she eat ? He thought to himself.
He walk infront of the couch. And he kneeled in front of her.
She looked beautiful. As always. She looked like angel. With her eyes lashes falling on her cheeks. Her chest rising up and down by breathing. A few strands of hair falling on her face, she looked breath taking.
He slowly brought his hand to push a strand of hair behind her ear. He slowly ran his thumb over her cheek.
She slowly shifted in her sleep. And she opened her eyes.
She blinked her eyes a few times to get rid of the sleep.
Then she smiled at him. Smiled.
He was expecting her to be angry and push him away. But she didn't.
She slowly bought his thumb to her lips. And gave it a gentle kiss.
Now Harry is really beating up himself. How could he do that for her. She is literally an angle.
She slowly sat straight on the couch.
"Your back. Sorry, fell asleep. Felt little bit tired."
She stood up from couch. So did he.
"Did you eat anything? You said you'll have dinner. Or do you want me to make something ?" She asked very casually.
He just stood there and looked at her.
"I'll get some water for you." She said with a smile. And turned to get some water for him.
But he grabed her arm and turned her back to face him. And he took two steps and stood directly infront of her.
She looked up at him with confusion. And asked him what happened with her eyes.
He just shook his head and hugged her. He buried his face into her neck. And he inhaled her sent.
On the other side Y/n is in utter confusion. What happened to him? Did anything happened at the studio ?
She brought her hands to his back and hugged him tightly. She lifted one hand to his head and ran her fingers in his hair.
"What happened, bubs ? " She asked few moments later.
"I'm sorry , baby. I'm sorry so much." He wishpered into her neck.
And then she understood. He remembered now. But she didn't want to jump into the conclusion. So she asked him.
"Sorry for what, Harry?"
He removed his face from her neck and stood straight. He looked into her eyes. There is no anger. Just sadness.
"I forgot your birthday."
"That you did." She just said as if it's nothing.
"I'm sorry baby. I didn't mean to."
"It's fine , Harry." She just smiled at him .
"No it's not. I'm supposed to be the first one to wish you. Im supposed to be there with you and celebrate."
"No, it's fine. I don't-"
"No, stop doing that. It's not fine. I'm your boyfriend. I'm supposed to be there for you and celebrate . Not to leave you in an empty house. I fucked up. I'm sorry."
"Harry, it's fine. Really. You forgot. Yes, but it's ok. Atleast you remembered now. And I know you are soo busy and you have a lot on your plate now. I can understand. I always will. My birthday will come again next year we can do it again. "
He is melting at her words. Damn sure he didn't deserve her. He don't. He forgot her birthday and her she is assuring him that he it's fine. She is an angel.
"But -"
She placed her hand on his mouth to stop him.
"No buts. I'm sad yes. I was alone all day. But it's ok. It's ok until I know that you will come back home to me. That's all I want. And also your work is important. So I understand. "
"Nothing is more important to me more than you." He said.
She smiled "I love you. And nothing is more than you for me too."
Then he kissed her. The kiss is slow and sensual. Passionate. His lips are so soft around hers. Their lips fit perfectly like pieces of puzzle. It's an amazing feeling and Y/n is already feeling light headed. When he licked slowly at her bottom lip she opened her mouth and his tongue met hers.
They both are moaning into the kiss. It's a euphoric feeling.
Harry parted his lips from her and connected his forehead to hers.
"Happy birthday, my love." He said while looking into her eyes.
She just smile and gave him another kiss on lips.
"Will you let me make it up for you now ?" He asked in a low voice.
She just nodded with a grin on her face.
"I'm going to make it up to you darling. A lot. All night. All day, tomorrow. I'm not leaving until tomorrow night."
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part three of the way you look at her?
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The way you look at her.
Finale :)
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"What do you mean Hyunjin?"
"We can't be together because I'm not ready to fall in love, I'm not ready to love someone the way I love you. I'm scared, terrified."
"Then why are you with Mina Hyunjin? Please tell me what's going on." I looks at the man standing In front of me. Begging him to give me answers. He was confusing me.
"I-I thought maybe dating her could get me distracted from you. I thought maybe I could stop loving you the way I love you."
"But hyunji-"
"We can't Y/n. I'm scared. I can't put myself in that position. Not again. I'm not ready. Please forgive me." He softly says. His hands slowly let go of mine.
"Hyunjin listen to me. No matter what. I will wait for you because I love you. If takes you years or decades I'll wait for you-"
"No you can't Y/n, I can't put that weight on you. You need someone one to love you and take care of you."
"Hyunjin, I love you and-"
"Please let me go Y/n if you know what's best for us." He softly says as a tear drops onto his palm.
"Look me in my eyes and tell me to leave Hyunjin." I beg him. I beg him because I couldn't do it. I couldn't walk away from him. Away from us.
"Y/n...don't do this," he gasps looking up at me.
"If you really don't want me tell me to leave." I tell him firmly. My hand squeeze tight and my knuckles slowly turn white.  My body feeling limp.
He takes a pause before finding my eyes again. His cheeks are stained and his eyes are red.
"Y/n, please leave." That's all I needed to hear.
"Oh.." I softly say.
"I'm sorry," he says quickly. "I don't want to lose you."
"Okay," my heart starts to slow down. The world spinning around me as I watched him get up from the bed and leave the room.
I was left there to suffer with my thoughts. My heartbreaking thoughts.
I grab my bags and head downstairs where everybody is sitting. Including him.
"Hey Y/n? Where are you going?" Changbin yells across the room.
"Oh um, im not feeling well. I'm just going to head home now." I feel his eyes following my every move. I feel his eyes burning two holes at the back of my head
"What? Why? You can't leave! We have movie night tonight." Felix says getting up from his sitting position.
"I'm sorry, I just can't." I leave the house as fast as I can. The rain beating against my body.
By the time I get to my apartment I'm soaking wet. My phone had many missed calls and the cold was getting to my chest.
I shiver while running a hot shower and putting everything away plus my clothes in the dryer.
The constant reminder of what had happened minutes ago keeps playing in my mind.
Little sobs escaping my mouth as I enter the shower and stand there. The heat burning my skin like I deserved it. I deserved the pain.
I was stupid for letting alchohol get me to that point I was stupid for telling Hyunjin how I felt. I should have kept quiet.
He was obviously not ready for a real relationship like he said but poor Mina was being dragged into this because he wanted to avoid me. The poor girl.
My body trembles as the sobs get louder and louder. The shower wasn't supposed to take long but here I was sitting in it for an hour.
"You can't do this to yourself  Y/n," I whisper to myself as I get out of the shower.
Slowly I make my way to the room and get dressed.
And lay in bed.
*
The banging on the door was what woke me up. I groan and look over at the night stand to see it's 2 in the morning.
Who could possibly be at my door at 2 am in the morning?
I get up out of bed and make my way to the door.
Opening it and finding Hyunjin standing outside. With bags in his hands.
"I fucked up." He says before breaking down.
"Hyunjin?" I ask confused. Then the events from earlier on today play in my mind and tears prick in my eyes. “Hyunjin you told me to leave-“
"Please, Y/n listen to what I have to say. Please?" He asks.
He was wearing a beanie and some jeans with a knitted sweater. He looks so fluffy.
"Okay Jinnie, come in."
He sighs in relief and quickly walks into the house. I close the door behind us and he removes his shoes. He sets down all the food that he had brought.
“What’s the matter Hyunjin? You’re scaring me..” I softly asked him while we both sat on the couch. I had turned on the tiny lamps in the living room and the tv was now playing.
He sat right besides me playing with his sleeves. He was nervous I could tell.
“I-“ he pauses before taking a deep breath in and clearing his throat, “I broke up with Mina,” My eyes go wide as my lips make an ‘o’ shape
“Why Hyunjin?” I ask him slightly confused. He turned to look at me. His eyes connecting with mine.
“B-because after you left, Mina left too and that left me with the boys. They gave me an hour lecture about how I’m stupid and how I don’t actually want Mina.”
“Then…why are you here Hyunjin, I don’t get it…”
“Because-“ he grabs my hand, his hands were shaking and sweaty. “Because I love you Y/n- I mean Ofcourse I love you but I love yo, not in like a friendship way more of like-“
“Okay I get the point but why are you here? You said it yourself that you didn’t want to be with me Hyunjin, you said that we couldn’t be together-“
“I was wrong. I was wrong. I was just being a pussy and when you told me you liked me I got scared because never in a million years did I think you would love me-“
“Wait what? Why?” My hands stop drawing circles on his as whatever he just said took me by surprise.
Why did he think I wouldn’t love him?
“Because I’m Hyunjin…you’re my bestfriend and you’ve seen me in so many situations that aren’t quite….attarctive,” that makes me giggle, “hey don’t laugh,” he pouts causing me to giggle again.
The tense room was now slowly melting and everything felt kinda nice and quiet?
“Hyunjin I like you because of all those situations duh, they’re the reason why I love you the way I do. All these girls haven’t seen you the way I have. You’re perfect.”
“Really?” He looks up at me with glistening eyes, “You mean it?”
“Yes Ofcourse I do Hyunjin…” he smiles at me and before I could even react. His lips were against mine. He was on top of me now and I knew he was craving everything. Our lips move in sync together. The longer the kiss was the more I craved his touch. The hungrier I was. His hands were around my waist sitting perfectly.
A moan escapes my mouth when his hand goes under my shirt.
“Hyun…” I whimper under him.
“Shhh let me take care of you.” He says before connecting out lips again. His hand leads behind my back and unclasps my bra. He slowly moves down leaving small kisses on my neck. His other hand slowly removing my shirt until a loud knock makes both of us jump.
“Ugh!” He groans, I look at him confused but realize him holding down his bulge.
I let out a loud laugh before asking him to clasp my bra back.
He whines in response but does it anyway.
“Who the heck is at my door at 4 in the morning?”
I open the door and find Chan, Leeknow and Changbin standing out front looking worried.
“Y/n? Have you seen Hyunjin? I know you’re upset right now with him but we don’t know where he is! We’ve looked everywhere Y/n! And I’m starting to get worried-“
“Oppa breathe!” I hold Chan by his shoulder, “his right inside here,” I chuckle and all of them look at eachother.
“Oh my God Hyunjin! I’m going to kill you!” Chan marches past me waving his hands in the air.
“We’re sorry for coming here at 4 in the morning,” leeknow whispers apologetically.
“It’s fine everyone is welcome,” I smile and let them in. Chan was telling Hyunjin off who had a pillow on his lap.
“I can’t believe you! And what are you doing here at 4- oh…” he stops and looks at him then back at me,
“Why are both your lips swollen? And Hyunjin what are you hiding under the pillow?”
“Nothing!” We both say at the same time causing Chan to squint his eyes.
“Oh they were totally about to fuck!” Changbin yells causing me to jump.
“No- no we weren’t aishhhh!!” I hid my face in my hands.
“Ahhh! So you took our advice Jinnie,” leeknow smirks causing Hyunjin to look at me.
“Yeah I did and we haven’t yet figured out stuff because you guys…” he glared at them “interrupted us!”
“Well it’s not our fault we care about you! Jeez can’t even get a thank you for looking for you at 4 in the morning.” Changbin groans and rolls his eyes.
“Umm can you guys leave now…” I ask them politely,
“Huh what’s the rush? You always beg to spend time with us Y/n and now we’re here why not spend time with us,” Chan smirks and Hyunjin looks at me begging me to tell them to leave.
“Please guys-“
“Yah! Okay, okay but you better come over later, you made Felix really upset!” Leeknow grabs his jacket and puts on his shoes while the rest do the same.
“Okay okay, I will. Now bye bye.” I tell them while literally pushing them out the door and locking it.
I turn to look at a Hyunjin who lets out a sigh of release and removes the pillow from his lap.
I gasp at the sight. Looking at the painful bulge that was under his pants. It was huge.
“Did I scare you?” He smirks before pulling me on his lap and kissing me.
“Wait Hyunjin before this goes any further, what are we?” I ask pulling away. “I don’t want to feel used..”
“I really wanna see where this goes Y/n and if you may allow me to be your boy-“
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I squeal causing him to laugh.
“Okay I geuss it’s official then huh?” He smirks causing me to blush even more.
“Now where were we?”
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nattinatalia · 1 year
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Jack Harlow x Reader : Boys Day
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The moment you woke up you knew you were about to get sick, Mia woke you and Jack up telling you her throat hurted. Later on throughout the day you both had high fever, sore throat and body aches, so this meant being in bed all day and taking lots of fluids and medicine.
Jack had a very important meeting in a few days so there was no way in hell he could get sick so you advised him to stay clear from the both of you, so he and your son Ezequiel would be staying downstairs until you and Mia got better.
You both were laying in bed watching Disney movies when your phone rang. 
“Ugh shut it off please.” Mia rasps out.
“It’s daddy, so give me a moment bug.”
You answer the facetime call from Jack. “Hi bubs, please don’t tell me you burnt down my kitchen?”
“IT WAS ONE TIME BABY.”
“One time too many.”
He rolls his eyes, “Do my girls need anything before we leave?”
You can feel Mia whip her head your way so fast. “Where are you going daddy?”
You hand her your phone. “Ez and I are having a boys day with Druski, Urban and Clay.”
“Hmm, I said where not with who daddy.”
“Little girl watch yourself.” He chuckles, “We’re going golfing.”
“WITHOUT ME? DO YOU NOT LOVE ME ANYMORE?”
“Bug, I love you so much but you’re sick baby.”
“Whatever, have fun.” She hands you the phone.
You smile at your husband and he shakes his head, “She’s dramatic like her momma, if only she knew you're the one who suggested we go out for a boys day.”
“MOMMA WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?” Your daughter is now pouting and glaring at you with her arms crossed.
“It’s okay, bug, don’t get upset.” You tell her and brush her hair out of her face.
“It’s just not fair Ez gets to have fun with uncles and I’m stuck in bed.”
“Only for a few days my little drama queen.” Jack says.
“You promise?”
“Yes, cross my heart.”
You smile at Jack “Ok you boys have fun, and please don’t let Druski teach my son bad words.”
“I make no promises.”
“JACKMAN”
“Okay, okay I’ll try my best.” 
“I love you, have a fun day.”
“I love the both of you, don’t forget to take your medicine, I’ll call to check on you girls later.”
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Jack, alongside Ezequiel, Urban, Clay and Druski were thirty minutes into golfing enjoying their day.
“Look little man, all you have to do is make sure you hit the golf ball.” Jack tells his son, trying to get him to play. 
Ez was sitting next to his Padrino Clay, “I suck, I don’t like this.”
“It’s ok buddy, Dru is pretty bad too.” Clay tells him, laughing at Druski who missed the hit.
“Fuck you Clayborn, I’m better than all of you.” Dru yells. He goes towards where Jack is, sets up the golf ball, and lays down on the floor. “All you have to do is keep the ball steady and look down at it before hitting it.”
Druski blows on the ball from his spot on the floor, while Jack kneels down looking at it and then turns to look at EZ. “Come on, come and try.”
Ez then gets up, making his way to them and grabs his golf club. “If I miss?”
“You think we all know how to play? Uncle Sunni and Cope miss all the time.” Jack tells him.
“Okay.” Ezequiel swings the golf club a couple of times until he finally hits it. “Yay I did it daddy.” he cheers, obviously he didn’t make it into the cup but no one was going to tell him that.
"Yeah you did, good job little man.”
“I go again?” He asks.
“Go for it buddy.” Clay yells from his spot.
That’s how it goes for another hour or so, Jack’s mission was to get Ezequiel busy and tired, so when they both got home, all they’d have to do is shower the day away and take a nap.
As much as Ezequiel enjoys boys day and being with his dad, he was attached to his mama and all he wanted to do today was be besides you, but since you’re sick, you suggested to Jack that they go out and do some outdoor activities.
“Yoo Jack, you think Y/N will kill me if I send her a picture of you and me?” Druski asks.
“Why are you trying to terrorize my sick wife?”
He shrugs, “She needs to know you’re my man.”
Ezequiel laughs, “You silly uncle Dru.”
“Yeah, how? I didn’t say anything funny?”
Ezequiel chuckles and covers his mouth then looks at his dad. “He’s my mommy’s, not yours.”
Everyone laughs at that.
Jack goes to sit next to Ez and they do their little handshake. “You heard him Dru, I’m his mommy’s.”
Druski rolls his eyes. “Let’s see if you say the same thing when she kicks you to the curb.”
“Mommy not kicking him. She loves my daddy.” He crosses his arms and glares at Druski.
“Watch yourself, you’ll get little man as an enemy Dru.” Clay says laughing.
“Whatever, we’re still life partners.” He says as he hits the ball and whistles.
Jack looks at his son. “Are you having a good time little man?”
He nods. “Yes but I miss mommy and sissy.” He places his little finger on his chin as he’s thinking. “Call them daddy, we can take them food and flowers.”
“They’re probably sleeping, we’ll see them soon.” Jack smiles. “And we’ll definitely take them something, they’ll love that.”
Ezequiel cheers and goes towards Clay, “Nino let’s beat uncle Dru.”
“Oh you’re on buddy, let’s kick his butt.” Clay answers him.
That’s how their day goes, spending their afternoon golfing and eating. Ezequiel and Druski going back and forth teasing each other.
When it was finally time to go home Jack and Ezequiel made sure to stop by for some food and flowers for the girls.
Jack and Ezequiel make it home and rush upstairs to take the stuff to them.
“What are you doing? You two cannot get sick.” You say, sitting up against the headboard.
“It’s ok, your son wanted to drop something to you both.” Jack says from the entrance of the bedroom.
Mia kneels on the bed. “Oh what is it?”
Ezequiel pushes the door open all the way and takes the flowers to Mia and to you.
“Aww these are cute thank you daddy.”
Before Jack can speak, Ez answers. “No Mia, I told daddy.”
Mia smiles. “Thank you cheesy, you’re the best little brother.”
You smile and look at your son. “Thank you so much baby, I love them.”
“Daddy gots you food.”
“Yeah, he wanted food and flowers for you both.” Jack says and hands you the bag.
“Thank you both so much.” You look at them and smile and you can’t help it but feel a bit emotional.
“So did you have fun on your boys day?” Mia asks, rolling his eyes.
EZ nods, “yes, but momma.” He looks at you. “You need to hide daddy from uncle Dru.”
“Why is that baby?” You ask, looking at Jack and all he does is smile.
“He wants to take daddy away from you.”
You chuckle at that. “It’s ok baby, he’s been trying to do that for years now. Daddy isn’t going anywhere.”
EZ looks at you and Jack “Are you sure?”
“I promise you.”
“Your uncle Dru just likes to joke around and get mommy mad.” Jack reassures him. 
“Okay, but mommy, if he does want to take daddy from you, tell me, Nino Clay and me beats him at wolfing.” 
“Golfing baby.” Jack corrects him. 
“Yeah that.” 
“Daddy, you and Cheesy need to go downstairs before you get sick too.” Mia tells them while digging through the container that holds the food.
“Ok we’re going.” Jack stands up from the bed and lifts Ezequiel from the bed. “Text me or yell if you two need something.”
You nod. “Thank you bubs, and thank you my sweet boy.”
“You’re welcome mommy.”
Jack and Ezequiel make it downstairs, Jack ends up fixing a bath for EZ, and afterwards he sets up a movie for him, and he takes advantage to take a quick shower.
After they’re both showered and in bed, they end boys day with some Marvel movies until they both fall asleep.
Boys day was a success.
After two days being in bed, you and Mia felt way better and Mia had no problem on letting her dad and uncles know.
“So I say we go to Disneyland for some Mia, daddy and uncles day.” Mia tells the boys with her hands on her waist.
“Disneyland? Yo Jack, she’s definitely your kid is she’s suggesting that.” Druski laughs while taking a sip from his drink.
Mia rolls her eyes. “You’re too scared of all the kids there? Or you don’t want to waste money?”
Everyone laughs.
“You know what? Yeah. That’s exactly why, you, your bother and Cassie I can handle, other people’s kid? Nope, count me out.”
“What if I pay your ticket?” Mia asks, she goes and grabs her swear jar. “I make lots of money because you don’t know how to stop saying bad words.”
Druski stands from his spot on the couch and looks at everyone. “Well, it looks like we’re going to Disneyland.”
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yourusername When you and your daughter are at home sick, so the boys go out for the day but come home with flowers and food 🥺 yeah, Mia and I are beyond lucky to have them. I love my boys so much.
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jackharlow I love you sweets 😘 anything for my girls.
druski It was all little dudes idea so don’t be giving Jack any credit.
jackharlow You’re annoying.
claybornharlow I can confirm little buddy was the brains of this operation.
jackharlow Yea but I paid.
urbanwyatt Are you sure? Or did he pay? Just like Mia is paying for Dru’s Disneyland ticket???
druski SHE OFFERED.
urbanwyatt Because your broke ass didn’t want to pay out of your pocket.
druski SOOO? I love free shit
druski plus what princess says goes. If she wants me there and SHE OFFERED to pay, who am I to deny her wishes?
jackharlow 🤦🏼‍♂️
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lionlena · 10 months
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You're hot... (JavierPeñaxsick!reader)
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So, this is a surprise for @creedslove​
I hope you feel a little better after reading this. You deserve Javi to take care of you, honey.
Warnings: None, just fluff
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You liked Javier Peña. He was your boss and you thought he was the right man to take down the Cali Cartel. You've heard what others have said about him. That when he was chasing Escobar, he was working with Los Pepes. That he was an asshole... a manwhore. And yet, you couldn't think badly of him. Maybe because he was nice to you from the start. He never ordered you do something. He always used the word "please." It was the same this time: "Y/N, can you sort the papers I left on the couch in my office, please. I have to do something urgent and I don't know if I'll be back today."
And how could you refuse? First, he was your boss. Secondly, he was looking at you with those puppy brown eyes. And three, he was so damn hot.
Unfortunately, you were having a hard time sorting the documents. Normally you handled these things better, but today you felt bad. You had runny nose and a headache since morning, but you thought it was just a slight cold.
You ran your hand across your forehead, "Damm, why is it so hot in here?"
You looked around your boss's office and groaned. There was still a pile of papers on his desk. It was early evening, everyone else had gone home, and you were terribly tired. You looked at the couch. Maybe if you lie down for 10 minutes, your work will go faster after a nap. You just close your eyes. For while.
You curled up into a ball and fell asleep.
You woke up to the feeling of something pleasantly cool touching your forehead. You stretched, opened your eyes... Jesus Christ!!!
Warm brown eyes looked at you with tenderness. Javier Peña, your boss, caught you sleeping at work and was now kneeling by the couch, dangerously close to your face. You didn't know what to say. He spoke first.
"You're hot."
Okay, maybe you just dreamed it.
"Umm... Thank you, I guess."
Javier let out a small chuckle.
"I mean you're hot, you've got a fever, hermosa."
Well, if you had a fever, it was Javier who made you hot as hell.
You sat down awkwardly, being careful not to hit him in the process as Javier was still kneeling by the couch. You looked half-consciously around the office and realized with horror that you had fallen asleep for over two hours.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry... I was going to finish sorting the papers, but..." A sudden shiver went through your body. "I was so tired."
Javier started looking around, you thought he was looking for documents, but it turned out he was looking for something for you. When he realized there wasn't any blanket around, he got up and took off his jacket, then placed it over your shoulders. The material was warmed by his body and you immediately felt better. You have blushed, but he couldn't see it because of the fever.
"Don't worry about it. I shouldn't put so much work on you."
"It's nothing," you whined.
"I'll drive you home."
"What about the documents?"
"Fuck it," he said and extended his hand to you.
All the way to his car, he held you gently and you couldn't help but snuggle into his body. You were sick. You needed comfort, and he obviously didn't mind. As you sat in the car, he asked you for your address and if you needed anything from the store. Medicines? Food? He was so caring. Would others call him "an asshole", now? He certainly wasn't like that in your eyes.
Javier came home with you. He made sure you had the medications you needed. He made you sit on the couch saying, "I'll make you some hot tea."
"You don't have to. I'll be better soon. I have leftover soup in the fridge, I'll warm it up and eat it.”
He shook his head and covered you with the blanket you always kept on the couch. You were still wearing his jacket, but he didn't seem to care.
"Sit here. I'll take care of everything." He raised his eyebrows. "It's official order from boss."
You didn't have the strength to argue with him. You were so comfortable on the couch. You've been watching your boss move swiftly around your kitchen. He warmed up the soup, made you some tea, and set it on the table along with the pills. Then he sat next to you and made sure you ate everything. It was quite funny.
"You know, I'm not a baby," you murmured.
"I would have believed it if I hadn't found you sleeping in my office with a high fever."
You put your head down and whispered:
"I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't fall asleep there."
You felt Javier put his hand on your knee.
"No, it's not like that. I'm not mad at you for falling asleep. I just don't understand why you agreed to help me if you weren't feeling well?"
You looked at him and shrugged. What happened next was like a dream. Javier gently stroked your cheek.
"Next time tell me you're not feeling well." He got up and grabbed the empty soup bowl. "You're free tomorrow. Rest while I clean up."
You ran out of words. Your boss pulled up the sleeves of his shirt and went to wash your dishes. Normally you'd feel embarrassed, but after you ate the warm soup and took your medicine, you were really ready to go to sleep. And Javier's jacket smelled of his perfume. You lay down and fell into a light sleep.
What happened next must have been a figment of your imagination.
Before leaving your apartment, Javier leaned over you and kissed your forehead whispering:
"Que duermas bien, mi dulce"
You might even think it was all a figment of your fever-ridden mind, but when you woke up in the morning you were still wrapped in his jacket. You smiled. Maybe Javier Peña was an asshole, but not to you.
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