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sribbles-drabbles · 1 year

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@sivlynxx asked:

So umm this is my first time requesting something, can you write sfw of the obey me brothers with a really anxious MC? Like an MC who is always anxious? Thank you

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Sure hon!! As someone who has anxiety themself, I had a lot of fun with this!!

💙Lucifer💙

Honestly I don’t think Lucifer would have much idea what it’s like to feel anxiety, or at least wouldn’t admit it.

He’s the avatar of pride, and thus usually very confident in himself and his decisions.

So when he meets you this meek little human who’s nervous ALL THE TIME he starts to feel protective

In his mind he has enough confidence for the both of you

When you attempt to explain your situation and what it means to have anxiety, he can’t help but think back to Lilith

Thus his protectiveness increases 10 fold

He’s the type to brag about you or tell you that “I chose you because you’re perfect. As the avatar of pride I wouldn’t settle for anything less.”

In other words he attempts to remedy your anxiety by hyping you up. But remind him that it’s part of who you are.

Slowly he’ll start to understand, and see how many things can cause emotional peril for you, and rather than being protective, he becomes your guiding light

He still wants you to have more confidence in yourself, and will still hype you up in his own way, but it more apt to helping you process and work through your anxiety.

“I know it seems utterly terrifying through your eyes. But I promise it’s not scary. And when have I ever lied to you?”

💛Mammon💛

This man GETS IT.

I mean not totally because how can you be terrified of like the future???? It’s not gonna hurt ya?????

But once you sit him down and explain why you’re afraid of things it clicks

And then Mammon probably opens up about his self anxiety caused by years of his brother’s words

You two probably have a nice moment of realizing how much you two bonded over this.

Honestly I think Mammon becomes really good at reading your tells.

Like, he’ll notice little things like you playing with your hair of sleeves and immediately drag you away from whatever it is that seems to be making you anxious.

If you’re the type to apologize 200 times for something minor, Mammon is the type to hug you tight and tell you it’s ok.

It’s something minor, let it go.

Honestly he keeps you grounded, in a very sensitive and emotional way.

That doesn’t mean he’s perfect though, as he often says dumb shit that can make you nervous, or comes back with bruises after an encounter with Lucifer and you worry.

He always feels terrible when he sees you full of fear due to his actions, and tries to get hurt alot less and be more careful with his words.

“O-Oi, I’m ok babe!! Honest!! Please don’t freak…I mean-….you’re not-….Ugh….I’m sorry….just…come here…”

🧡Levi🧡

Another man who understands your struggle on a spiritual level.

Honestly if you have anxiety….maybe don’t date this man…

Your anxiety triggers his anxiety and it’s an endless cycle of “why are you nervous???” “I don’t know, why are YOU nervous???”

But if you DO date this man with your level of anxiety already, you both slowly learn to function together

And honestly you both function a bit better together than apart some days

You both learn each other’s tells and attempt to pull each other away from uncomfortable situations.

Levi teaches you some of the soothing techniques that he picked up over time, and if you have any you like, you’re welcome to teach them to him!

When it’s a really bad day for one of you, you often find comfort in the other, and it more often than not results in wrapping up together in a blanket while playing a video game or watching anime.

He also strikes me ad the type to swim when nervous, and thus will offer you to join him of you’re feeling a lot of anxiety at a given moment.

All in all, it takes practice, but if you two really work together, you end up being a really nice and supportive couple that helps each other function nicely!!

“H-Hey it’s o-okay!! How about we watch some Ruri-Chan instead. I’m r-right here, I promise.”

💚Satan💚

He kinda understands it, but more in like a third person psychiatrist kinda way.

Like he knows what anxiety is and many of the symptoms and habits as he’s done some research on the topic when it comes to Levi and Asmo sometimes.

Thus when you confide in him or when he figures it out and asks you if you have anxiety, he immediately enters “And why do you think that is?” Mode.

Satan is a fixer, not a “we can work with this” person.

Your boyfriend starts acting like a therapist, and as you rant to him about your concerns, he’ll give you logical answers to your concerns or strategies to go about your problems.

If this type of thing helps? Great! Let him play Sherlock Holmes with your brain, it give him something to do and makes him feel happy to help and accomplished when he figures out the advice you need.

If it DOES’NT work and you need more of an emotional approach, tell him that. He’ll be frustrated and probably get angry.

But when he sees how he fell into his sin, and how he scares your already frightened form, something clicks.

This is emotion, something illogical. And he needs to be more sensitive.

He then researches eve more about anxiety, and asks you about your personal experiences on a more personal level.

He’s definitely wary and nervous about his temper now. Or even more than before. He realizes that this is his own anxiety now, and uses this to form more of a solid empathic connection with you.

He really loves you, and while it may take him time to learn how to best live with you, please give him time. He’s trying really hard.

“I’m sorry….that was insensitive…let me rephrase, did you want to talk about it? Or is there anything you want to do to take your mind off of it?”

💕Asmo💕

Another person who I feel like somewhat understands it but also doesn’t…

Like, he doesn’t KNOW that he understands it or that he’s experienced it until you tell him your feelings and he’s like: “THAT’S WHAT THAT WAS???”

Then he’s probably just grappling with the fact that HE has anxiety, and then gets anxious over whether or not that will give him worry lines, and if people know, and if—

He starts spiraling.

You end up having to use some strategies you learned to help him calm himself down.

He thanks you and you both cuddle while talking about the topic more.

Once you both realize you both have anxiety, you bond over it and learn what coping mechanism help the other person so you can effectively help each other!!

To Asmo, mental health is just as important ad physical health, and he makes sure to reminds you of that!! He probably seeks out therapy for the both of you.

He offers to go with you at the same time if it’s too scary.

After all, I don’t think Asmo has social anxiety, but more anxiety about how others perceive his appearance specifically.

It’s definitely caused by his time online, and his modeling career.

Remind him that it’s his personality that people love, not just his appearance.

He’s really good at soothing you with words or physical touch if you prefer and learns all of your tells and favorite coping mechanisms.

He’s a doting and devoted partner, and just as you help him with his anxiety, he helps you with yours!!

“Shhh, shhhh, it’s ok love. Don’t focus on those nasty thoughts. They can’t hurt you…just focus on me, alright?”

❤️Beel❤️

Another baby who understands how hard anxiety can be.

I feel like he developed it really bad after Lilith’s death, and his separation anxiety especially only got worse after Belphie’s imprisonment.

So when he notices you pushing the food around on your plate without taking a single bite one dinner, he worries.

He probably confronts you afterword. If you try to lie tour way out of it, telling him your fine, he’ll let it go but look sad.

Once you do tell him, he feels a bit better, but still worries about the fact that in his mind you live with all this fear, worry, and doubt.

He probably becomes quite a bit more clingy.

Wherever you go, Beel is not to far behind to make you feel loved and safe.

Other demons make you feel nervous? He scares them off. You’re worried about finishing assignments and deadlines? He’ll help you with whatever if is as best he can.

He often invites you to watch his practice after classes so that you can simply watch him play and turn your brain off for a little while.

When your anxiety gets really bad, he’ll probably simply hold you. Beel isn’t the best with words sometimes, so he uses physical touch to often ground you, but always asks if it’s ok if he touches you first.

If you don’t like touch or that makes your anxiety worse, he’ll probably go down to the kitchen and make your favorite food before returning.

He then puts on your favorite movie/show/anime and you two eat together and watch it.

Of you would rather eat and talk about it, he’s more than willing to listen though!!

“Thanks for telling me…that’s gotta be hard…but we’ll eat all your favorite foods until you feel better.”

💜Belphie💜

Belphie understands anxiety, but probably not to the level you have it.

Though he DOES know some great coping mechanisms from helping Beel with his anxiety over Lilith.

So when you first display anxiety in front of Belphie, he’s really good at helping you calm yourself down with breathing and reassurance.

He’s glad he was able to help, but a little frustrated that he did’nt notice it sooner. He thought you were just still jittery about other demons and your surroundings.

Once you talk to him about your anxiety he asks you if your interested in therapy.

Personally I can see Belphie being in therapy for his anger and his grief still over Lilith.

Thus I feel like he’d pitch the idea to you.

If you don’t want to go, he understands. It’s not for everyone, and lots of people have had bad experiences.

Then he simply does what he’s been doing, helping calm you down when you need it.

He’s a great listener and will often pull you into his bed and let you curl into him as you both close your eyes, you listening to his heart and getting sleepy as you tell him all about what’s making you nervous until you forget and your words slur and you sleep.

Your anxiety makes you develop insomnia? He has bottles of melatonin babes.

Belphie is honestly the most apt of the brothers and has the most tips and tricks that not even you knew when it comes to helping with anxiety.

He makes sure you’re comfortable at all times when you’re with him, and won’t let any dark thoughts plague your mind as long as he’s here!

“Come lay down with me. The blanket is soft and we’ll work on breathing and focusing on physical feeling rather than emotion. Kay’?”

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beautouslysandy · 11 months

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meet the parents

dallas winston x gn!reader

by: sandy

warnings: language, dallas being nervous and a gentlemen, sorta proofread, and lowercase intended

word count: 1,294

a/n💌: i just love this request! i hope you enjoy this /j! i made the dad a cop!! and he is such a mood haha!

request: Can you please do Dallas Winston meeting soc!readers parents...(maybe make the dad a cop 👀👀) - your new favorite anon (/j)

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• ”doll, your dad already hates me. i am pretty sure he doesn’t want me in his house and especially doesn’t want me to date his perfect child.” he says as you two walk up the big grand front door steps.

dallas won’t say it but he was really scared he would make a bad impression…your dad already hates him due to being the one to cuff him multiple times. he has never met your mom but she is married to your dad so he is sure she has heard enough. “dont sweat it, babe. i will be right by your side. trust me. okay?” you say, holding your brunettes hand.

“okay.” he says quietly as you knock the door.

“hello..oh hello sweetheart, you must be dallas!” a women says opening the door, who looks a lot like you. “hello ma’am, nice to meet you.” he says with a smile, don’t fuck this up man, is what is repeating in his head

“good-looking and manners! come on in you two.” she says with a chuckle. he looks over at you and you are beaming this makes dallas blush slightly.

“hello…dallas winston. nice to see you.” he hears a familiar voice, too familiar. “hey dad, how was work?” you say, leaving dallas’s side to hug your dad.

“it was good, kiddo. how was your day?” he says, still looking at dallas.

“it was great!” you say going back to dallas “me and dallas went to store and got flowers!” you say with a bright smile as dallas wraps his arm around your shoulder.

“that’s nice, real nice. so dallas how has been, since the last time i saw you…what two months ago?” your dad says clearly trying to get a rise out of dallas.

“it’s been great, i met this amazing person. and it’s just been real good.” he says with a smile as he looks at you in awe.

“you two are so cute together!” your mom exclaims, she is setting the table.

“go help my mom with the table.” you mutter, as he isn’t used to this kind of setting.

“okay, doll, thanks.” he says, his palms are sweating like crazy. he doesn’t want to mess this up, one wrong move and it’s over.

“so are you still in school dallas?” she asks, of course he thinks the school question.

“not anymore.” he says prepared for some remark

“hey, i dropped out of school as well and i turned out just fine. i have a business and family. no matter what path you take it just matters how you handle it and it could end perfectly.” she says sweetly, she sounds like you.

“oh. thanks, that’s good advice.” he says with a real smile.

you and your dad were talking, it looked like you two were arguing.

“dad, he is my boyfriend.” you say with a frown

“i don’t like him, he is bad news, kiddo.” he says with a stern voice

“he is not….dad just give him a chance. please, for me.” you say

“alright fine, one chance. no more than that.” he says with a frown.

sitting at the table, dinner was pork and asparagus. dallas practiced his table manners with you (he really doesn’t want to mess this up).

he whispers in your ear “can we go to the drive-in after this, doll?”

you giggle and whisper back “only if you eat all of your food.”

“okay then.” he says with a chuckle

“so dallas, what’s the plan?” your dad asks

“what?” he says looking up with wide eyes

“the plan, you know, for the future.” he says with a cold voice

“dan.” your mom says with a stern tone.

“it’s just a question, hon.” he says

“i don’t really have one, i just wanna see where life takes me.” he says, you hold his hand and squeeze it offering a bit of comfort.

“y/n…has a plan.” he says, almost bragging

“not everyone does dad.” you say with warning eyes

“hey, just saying. what happened to the ryan guy?”

“dan!” your mom exclaims with a shocked face

“ryan?” you say choking in your water.

“isn’t that the guy who you know on you?” dallas said looking at you concerned, he hated that guy and he knew how much he hurt you. “it’s not important, dally.” you say with a small smile

he nods, getting the memo.

“anyways…anything interesting happen today? oh and how are the curtis’s? tommy was asking about darrel.”

dallas’s eyes widened, what did. your mom want to do with the curtis’s.

“not really…well expect.” you look and dallas with a smirk

he chuckles, “that was hilarious.”

“what happened?” your mom says, smiling at the two of you while your dad is pouting like a child

“steve and sodapop jumped in the that lake near your store….” you say

“the one that’s closed off?” your dad says as he shifts in his seat.

“dan, stop. did they jump off the cliff thing? tommy did that with his friends every summer.” your mom says looking at you and dallas “yeah that was it.” dallas said with a soft smile exchange between him and your mom

“it was funny, cause steve did a belly flop and oh my god did he regret it.” you say with a chuckle as you cut your pork chop

your mom laughs. your dad continues to pout.

“the curtis’s are good, ponyboy is doing well in school and sodapop is doing really good at the dx. darry is doing well, he has had a big workload but he is pulling through well and he was just asking about tommy, isnt that funny?”

“he was? that is funny what a coincidence! it that they are doing good, their sweet boys. terrible what happened to their parents. their mom was so nice, loved her.” she says with a sad smile

dallas looks at your dad at your dad glares at him while eating his food.

“dan, could you help me get more asparagus?” your mom says sweetly as she notices your dad

“someone is in trouble.” dallas impulsively mumbles with a smirk (typical dallas)

“what did you say?” your dad says with a scoff

“dad stop!” you say, with a frown

your mom practically drags your dad to the kitchen.

“we are leaving.” you say, getting up and gathering your stuff. “doll. we don’t have to, it’s no biggie.”

“no. he is trying to provoke you and i won’t stand for it. i will meet you outside, i just have to tell my mom.

“well i will go with you. i would like to say bye and thank you to your mom. the food was really good.”

you smile at this, you two knock on the kitchen push doors, your mom comes out and sees your two in jackets and smiles sympathetically.

“i am so sorry for dan. it was so great meeting you dallas, your a sweet boy. dan just judges people, your past doesn’t define you. don’t let him get to you.” your mom says, she pulls dallas into a hug. “it’s alright, thank you, and thank you for having me over. the food was great.” he says

“yeah mom it was great! i was gonna go to the drive-in with dallas, is that okay?” you ask with a smile

“of course honey, you two love-birds have fun!” she says as you two walk to the door.

and that was it. he had meet the parents or more so parent and a child of a father.

#the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders imagine #dallas winston #dallas winston x reader #dally winston #dallas winston fluff #the outsiders dallas #the outsiders dally #safe haven

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hazbinfallinginaspiral · 15 days

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Just gonna throw this at you! Hope you laugh! Kinda inspired by Retro Reader.

Valentino: Your Little Feral 'Wife' just killed one of my performers!

Vox: I'm sure Retro had a very good reason for that.

Velvette: It was that one who kept bragging they planned to sleep with you to get to the top. I'm shocked it took them a week to notice the fool.

Vox: They spent the past week thinking I didn't notice them killing my former assistants.

Valentino: You mean the ones you fired for trying to bankrupt you? Why didn't you kill them yourself?

Vox: Retro would pout and its much more enjoyable to see them prove their loyalty. I should buy Retro some flowers, maybe that outfit they were looking at.

Velvette: Hon I think the thing they would want most is you taking a day off.

Enjoy the weird thoughts from my brain after reading your amazing stuff! If you wanna do something with this be my guest!

I’m sorry, I just imagine Retro popping up out of nowhere and being like “I would like that!”

And Valentino is just. Terrified screaming.

Anyway.

Vox is thinks that actually a good point, so he leaves work early and shows up at the house without warning. Retro has a mild heart attack because they weren’t expecting him and the house might not be clean enough. But Vox brought flowers and the outfit they liked, so it works out nicely. Vox pretends not to notice the drops of blood on the kitchen counter.

Retro is also in a much better mood than usual with all the killing. They really like being uninterrupted in their work, able to take care of it as they see fit. I imagine it’s part of the reason Vox fired his assistants instead of killing them, too. It lets Retro blow off some steam.

I also think that Retro would become progressively protective of Valentino and Velvette as well. Not to the same extent as Vox, of course, but they wouldn’t hesitate to kill anyone who’s giving them a hard time.

As we all know, Valentino is the problem in most relationships, so Retro wouldn’t need to protect him much. If anything, I think they’d serve as a good way for Val to vent some frustration. They get together on the back porch, Retro knitting a sweater or blanket or something while Valentino decorates a new gun he got. Retro has tea or something and Val is trying not to smoke (and failing) because he knows Retro doesn’t particularly like it.

He also knows Retro won’t deal with any of his violent bullshit like the other Vs do. We see Vox let him break things, but Retro? They won’t allow it. They think letting of steam is healthy, though, so they’ll arrange for target practice while Val is there. They also start doing research on guns (they weren’t interested before since they are very loud weapons) first Val so they can recommend some new ones, how to decorate them, etc. Valentino is an artist and I feel like Retro would love indulging that side of him. If they become genuine friends (or partners, if they end up in a poly relationship with Vox) I imagine this would be a big part of it.

He’d complain about some performers he’s had trouble with, which ones are good, which ones aren’t. Retro would learn a bit about Angel Dust (but not much, considering Val knows better than to disclose how he treats his employees to someone like Retro). Retro would keep this information in mind for future killings, giving the better performers more leniency and keeping a watchful eye on all of them in general. Vox would invite them to a club or studio before this, and they’d usually reject the request since it’s not their thing (also not very housewife-type thing to do, and because a club meant flirting and we all know how they deal with that). After getting close with Val, though? They’d be more up for it.

Retro would end up refining their killing, having actual rules for what’s acceptable and what’s not when it comes to people talking to or making a move on Vox. They decide that if it’s someone’s job, like the performers, they get a pass. Random club goer? Thin ice, but they’ll have some patience. Both Vox and Retro make it a point to remind people that Vox isn’t interested in anyone else, so if someone knows that and keeps making a move? Well, Retro can’t kill the, right then and there, but they’ll go on the list of people to kill. I also imagine the list has different sections that people get sorted into depending on their threat level, both in terms of power and how likely they are to cause problems in their relationship with Vox.

Anyway, I’ve been neglecting the Velvette and Retro interactions so here we go!

I think it’d be a bit of a rough start between them, probably due to the fact that Vel already knows about Retros murders, but they’d get along pretty well. When Valentino described them to Vel, she got the impression they’d be more crazed and all over the place, an absolute mess. So imagine her surprise when she met Retro, someone who’s so polite and calm and well mannered. She’d understand immediately. Instant besties, especially with Retros fashion sense.

Now, Retro and Val have an odd sort of relationship but Vel and Retro have something more genuine and wholesome, I think. Vel would go to Retro for some advice, ask about ideas, and the like. She appreciates their unique tastes and preferences, as well as the out of the box ideas they can come up with. If Velvette is ever afraid something she’s making may not be functional as an outfit? She gives it to Retro, asks their opinion.

I also imagine Retro would have a good understanding of what fabrics feel nice together and which ones don’t, something Velvette may struggle with. She doesn’t have a problem with fabric textures, so she doesn’t realize how it may impact the buyers opinion on the outfit. Retro offers that new perspective, too, since I imagine they’re quite picky on that sort of thing. They care a lot about fabric texture, flow, and feel (something I can personally relate to) not only because it impacts its mobility and functionality, how hard it is to clean after killing, but also general comfort. Retro would be more than happy to help with whatever Velvette needs, but modeling is strictly off the table. They’ll do private photo shoots for fun, sure, but Retro is determined to keep up the housewife routine.

Valentinos visits probably tend to be more infrequent and out of the blue, but Velvette has a tight schedule and specific dates with Retro, something they greatly appreciate. The gossip they discuss? Top tier. Val and Retro usually discuss dancing skills, choreography, people’s tastes in partners and their horrible life decisions, which is fun but not exciting. Velvette always has some dramatic tea to spill and I imagine she’s great at explaining it in an immersive way that captures Retros attention. Retro would probably be able to offer up good theories and thoughts on how the situation would go, too. I think they’d really enjoy Velvette’s company and listening to her talk.

I also think Velvette would be mostly supportive (at the very least, completely okay) with Retros habits. She thinks their dedication is adorable. I think they talking about Vox’s work habits, too. Probably complain that he needs to take a break. Velvette offers valuable insight into what the workplace is like, so Retro has a better idea of the dynamics Vox holds with people, his habits, what he likes and what he doesn’t. They use this information to make him extra comfortable and relaxed after an especially long or tiring day of work. I don’t think Vox would really notice at first.

Retro berates Vox about his bad habits, how he needs to take care of himself, and I think he’ll start to listen. He’ll take a few more days off than usual, come home with flowers, and maybe go out for a nice dinner.

#hazbin hotel #vox #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #vox x reader #writing #my writing #x reader #hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin velvette #hazbin valentino #hazbin hotel valentino #thanks anon!

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peachiejeongin · 2 years

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Taste | Lee Felix

Synopsis: You were the nosiest human Felix had ever met in his entire life. Though, he can’t resist that annoying curiosity of yours in one aspect... Pairing: Felix x fem!Reader (Reader has breasts and a vagina !) Genre: Smut, Crack Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content (18+ recommended), PROTECTED sex (not mentioned outright, however reader is on birth control), oral (m!receiving), fingering, choking, degradation (reader is called a slut once or twice), pet names (Hon, Angel, etc.), not really proofread, probably a bit cringe lol [Please let me know if any were missed!]

Notice: Hello, darlings! I must give credit where credit is due! This fiction is heavily inspired by multiple others, the primary being ‘make it fit’ ! I strongly recommend checking out that story before reading this one :)

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“You want to what?” Felix nearly choked on his water, his fingers somehow still managing to keep a firm grasp on the controller. His eyes were focused intently on the screen, too flustered to even attempt eye contact with you.

“I want to see it. I don’t believe you.” You are not exactly sure how the topic of Felix’s dick had come into conversation in the middle of a Mortal Kombat match. However, you could not bring yourself to be persuaded by the bragging of his self-titled ‘large package.’

“Hearing is believing in this case, y/n, trust me,” he argued back in a rather annoyed tone as his fingers mashed against every controller button imaginable.

In Felix’s eyes, you were the nosiest human known to mankind. You wanted to know any and every detail about any and everything, whether it was where he was going, who he was hanging out with, etc. In the beginning of your friendship, Felix did not mind the curiosity in the slightest; however, as time went on, he found it less endearing and more invasive. ‘TMI,’ he’d cheekily say each time he found your questions too prying. ‘Give it to me,’ you’d always respond. There was no ceasing your constant train of thought.

Yet, in this moment, he was somehow intrigued by the newfound subject you had directed your curiosity to. He had never considered you a sexual person by any means. So, what was causing the interest in his private life all of a sudden?

“Believe half of what you see and none of what you hear, Lix,” you retort, hitting a combo move in the ongoing match. “I’ll take my chances with the former.”

“Stop being so nosy and trust me for once in your life,” he spits out, finishing the round in a final fatality. He stands up abruptly from his place on the couch. “Besides, I don’t think your busybody ass would be able to handle it,” he adds on, looming over you and poking at your chest.

“I-...Excuse me?” Felix chuckles at your flustered state, leaving the room and mentioning something about grabbing colas for the both of you. As he departs, you can’t help but catch yourself staring at one particular area of his sweats.

‘There’s no way he’s that big, right?’

Felix comes back to the living room with two soda pops in hand, tossing one your way. You nearly miss the catch, your eyes wandering once again to the boy’s sweatpants. They were a soft shade of blue, accentuating his legs nicely. You catch yourself staring too intently, however, particularly when Felix makes cheeky note of it.

“Sorry,” you mutter the quick apology in response to the boy’s teasing. “It’s just...are you seriously that big? I don’t mean to pry if it’s making you uncomfortable.”

“You? Not meaning to pry? Damn, that’s a first,” Felix chuckles out before taking a gulp of soda. Somehow, that catches your attention as well, as you watch his throat bob up and down with the sip. “Nah, I don’t mind the questions,” his words bring you back to reality. “I’m just wondering what’s sparking the sudden curiosity. Do you seriously wanna see it?”

Your hand squeezed around the cola can, nearly crushing it from anxiety. You focused on the rim of it, attempting to divert your eyes from both Felix and his groin.

“Depends. What’s the catch?” you inquire suspiciously. You knew Felix; he was not one to just whip out his penis like that.

“What makes you think there is one?” he chuckles again with another sip. “I don’t know, I’ll figure that out afterwards.”

“Afterwards? So you’re actually willingly gonna do this?” you chuckle nervously in contrast to Felix’s confident optimism.

“Eh, I don’t see why not. I don’t have anything better to do,” his seriousness was taking you for a spin. He set his soda can down, reaching the hand previously holding it into his blue sweats. Without warning you stop him, taking his hand and dragging him a bit closer to you.

“Up close and personal view, eh?” he teased, smirking down at your, seemingly, already blown out eyes. “Do I have the go-ahead?” he questions and you nod desperately. “Someone’s dire.”

You ignore his last comment, mind blank as he slowly pulls his cock out in a teasing manner. Everything seemed to come into view all at once. ‘God,’ was all you could think. Felix was long, and holy heavens was he thick. Thoughts of taking him right then and there flooded your mind, and that flood soon became a physical embodiment of arousal.

“Do you believe me now?” You did not respond, instead choosing to continue staring at him in awe. You could not care less how or where, but you needed him inside of you right here, right now. “You look like you need more proof, angel.” The pet name in combination with the low rasp of Felix’s deep voice sparked a need in you that you did not know you had.

Absent-mindledy, you replied, “Maybe I do.” You attempted to match Felix’s confident and straight-forward demeanor. “Fuck, you’re huge,” you whisper lowly, eliciting a smirk from Felix.

“You know, that makes me wonder how long you’ve been wanting this,” he smirks once more, now looming over you slightly.

“Too long.”

“TMI,” he teasingly chuckles.

“Give it to me.” Your usual joke was more serious than ever.

“Where do you wanna start?”

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Felix’s dick was deep in your mouth, the tip of it lighting flicking against the back of your throat as you kneeled in front of him. You hollow your cheeks in attempts to take more of him in, your hands beginning to work up what you cannot reach.

“Oh my God,” he coos at your state, his cock shoved deep in your throat. “Look at you, Baby. Doing, mm, so well.” Felix could not explain it in the slightest, but you were so fucking hot like this. He did his best to keep his composure; however, it was difficult. He had the overwhelming urge to pull out of your mouth and ram it back in again, to use your mouth as his own and fuck it like it was his last day on Earth.

Your hands move from the base of Felix’s dick to his hips, pulling yourself off of him for a gasp of air before taking him back in.

You had never seen him in such a vulnerable state. The beautiful sounds eliciting from his mouth -- moans, whines, whimpers -- fueled your determination to give Felix the best head of his twenty-two years. The aforementioned sounds traveled straight to your core in shocking waves of pleasure. Your thighs absent-mindedly rub together for any sort of friction.

The tip of your noses is every-so-often rubbing against his balls, evoking the slightest yet most effective feelings from the male. He was crumbling, teetering on the edge of release. Knowing so, you push his hips more into your face (if that was even possible), but you moved at a slower pace, relishing every moment of this new experience.

“M’close,” he whimpers. You could not feel more accomplished at how you had Felix crumbling from your actions. Usually, he would be one to tease you back; however, in this very moment, the boy was putty in your hands. Proudly, you guide him through gentle thrusts as you sucked him. Another string of low growls and groans coarse through him. You ignore your own desire, which was nearly fogging your mind, and concentrate on finishing Felix off as if your life depended on it.

His legs began to tremble. His moans become frequent and slightly higher pitched. He’s practically begging for you to let him release at this point. As such, you accelerate your movements, bobbing and sucking at an inhumane pace. Your cheeks and throat began to ache a little from all the pressure.

“Cum,” you attempt to hum around Felix. That alone is enough to push him over the edge. Curses fall from Lix’s mouth as white ropes shoot into your mouth, coating the entirety and lining the back of your throat. You swallow every drop, relishing in his taste. At last, you let him go, a visible string of saliva connecting your lips to his cock.

Felix lets out one last groan that audibly is more like a sigh. You are still trying to calm down as well. In addition, you are also trying to process that you just gave head to your best friend and that you never thought you would think that aloud.

You muster the energy to lift your head up, offering him a tired smile as you do so. You go to say something cheeky, as you are sure Felix would have done in this situation; however, time is not allotted for you to. Before you could blink, Felix has you pulled onto his lap, his grip tight on your thighs.

“Fuck,” is all he can manage to spit out. His lips are on yours before you can even begin to think of a response. Your mind became foggy, only focusing on how his lips tasted in combination with his cum. Felix slowly pulls away, taking hold of your waist and softly rolling you underneath him. His hands fiddle with the hem of your shorts, teasing the band of fabric as well as the skin directly below it.

“I think it’s time for me to return the favor, yeah?” he asks, both as a way to tease and as a way to ask for consent. You nod desperately, the throbbing in your core almost becoming too much to bear. The need in your actions elicits a chuckle from Felix. He pulls down the waistband of your shorts, dragging your underwear down with it.

“Oh my God,” he whispers once you are fully on display to him. “Look at you, Baby...” Felix’s eyes looked as if they had just seen Heaven for the first time. His gaze scanned over every glorious feature of you, whether it be your glistening folds or the wetness leaking out of you. He could not explain it, but he loved the sight.

You feel your face getting hotter and your mind getting shyer. Unconsciously, you squeeze your thighs together, slightly embarrassed from being on full view to your best friend. Felix gently pries them back open, his gaze turning soft in contrast to the hunger present.

“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do,” he reassures you, and you give him the go ahead. He moves one hand from your thigh to your pussy, toying with your clit in a teasing manner. The slightest touch from him is enough to elicit a hearty chorus of whines from your end, begging him to go inside you. Felix eventually obliges, slipping his middle and ring fingers in you with ease. The diminutive stretch is initially painful, yet an incredibly delicious feeling. Your hand immediately reaches for Felix’s thigh, clawing it unintentionally. Your eyes flutter shut as every sense of your body is overtaken with euphoria.

His fingers manage to brush ever-so-slightly near that sweet spot inside of you, while his other hand makes its way back to your clit, rubbing small circles around the bundle of sensitivity. You struggle to keep your legs held apart as Felix is completely preoccupied in your pleasure.

He pushes his fingers deeper, curling them and, without warning, brushing up against your g-spot. You gasp, automatically switching your direction of sound to high pitched whines and bucking your hips up absent-mindly. He knows the effect his movements have on you, so he sets a rhythm to his reason, skillfully thrusting and curling at a steady pace.

You shake, grasping at the slippery leather of the couch for any sort of closure. You clench around him frequently without even knowing. He leans down to your ear, his hot breath fanning over it.

“You close, Hon?” he asks, which you let out a pathetic whimper in response to. Your eyes become lustful as his lips brush over yours, quickly engulfing them in a brief yet passionate kiss. The intensity of the kiss in combination with Felix’s talented fingers is enough to make you crumble within seconds. Before you can even comprehend it, you are at your climax, your body convulsing and reacting to every stimuli around you. Felix does not stop until he has every bit of you on his fingers. He licks them clean, letting out an ‘ahh’ as if he had taken a fresh sip of water.

He leans up to admire how blown out you look. Your mouth is still somewhat coated with his cum and your pussy is glistening with your own. Nearly every bit of you is beginning to feel sore from intensity; however, Felix, as usual, does not allow time for pain.

You are quickly manhandled into a new position, a simpler one at that. You’re straddling Felix’s lap with your thighs on either side of him. He leans back slightly, his head now resting comfortable on the head of the couch. His hands find their way to your waist, bringing you impossibly closer. A new hunger had taken over Felix, the same one that had plagued you and caused this newfound experience in the first place. He was not sure if he could end the night with simply finger-fucking you. Therefore, he had a desire to bring you to one final orgasm.

A faint smirk plays on his lips as he admires how you look on top of him. With hooded eyes, you watch his every movement, his hands sliding up your waist to your clothed breasts. He fondles them generously giving one no more attention than the other. The tiny sensation alone elicits multiple whimpers and whines in every pitch and rhythm from you.

You are not sure when or even how he manages it, but Felix eventually unclips your bra, throwing it to only Heaven knows where in the room. He admires them for a brief moment before going back to kneading them gently.

He decides his hands are not enough, however; therefore, he dives in with his mouth instead, kissing down your chest all the way to the top of your stomach. His gaze on your body lingers from where he has kissed all the way down to your pussy. It’s inviting him, in a sense, to give you the proof he had claimed you needed.

“Oh, Baby,” he mutters once again, one hand slowly making its way up to your neck and squeezing gently. “You’re gorgeous. God designed you specifically for me...” he trails off, his focus turned to your body. “You alright with going further?” he asks in assurance. You let out another needy, unintelligible noise in response.

“Words, Hon. I need a ‘yes’ or a ‘no,’” he calmly states. You whimper out a breathy ‘yes’ as he nods in response. Both of you sharply inhale as Felix sinks your body softly onto his own. As if by instinct, you clutch around him tightly. God: he was huge. Of course, you already know that, but feeling it was entirely different story.

He was right: God did make you just for him. He filled you up near perfectly. He reached unimaginable places inside of you that no other man or even a puny sex toy could. His thrusts had a certain gentleness to them, causing you to bounce on top of him with every move he made. He hit your g-spot with every swift movement, aiding you in raising up and slamming back down again.

“F-faster. M-move me faster,” you spit out. Felix’s eyes widened in response. “Please. I can t-take it.” His blank expression soon morphed into the seductive smirk you were becoming familiar with.

“Awe,” he cooed. “One night and I’ve already got you so cock-drunk it’s not even funny. You’re becoming my little slut, aren’t you, Hon, wanting me just to use your body for my own?” There’s a slight giddy to his degradation, and although you know it’s just for play, you cannot help but agree. Felix tilts his head to the side slightly, and an unexpected gasp that you did not know was inside of you erupted as the boy began to rail into you, moving and bouncing you up and down at an inhumane pace. It did not take long before you were nearing a second orgasm.

His hand once again finds purchase on your neck, squeezing it a bit harder than last time. Your hands seem to forget how to function as they fall limp around Felix’s neck. Your head finds rest there as well, the overwhelming feelings mixing together as you hit the relief of release. It’s so intense, in fact, that you have not even noticed the tears welling in your eyes.

“I can’t believe you’re crying over my dick, Hon.” Felix’s tone is cheeky as he pulls slowly out of you. He manually brings himself to his second orgasm of the night, opting to cum on your stomach rather than inside of you.

“Be quiet,” you pant out. “It’s not my fault it was so...so...” words escape your mind.

“Large? I warned you!” He smirks once more, though this one was more playful than seductive. You slowly climb off of him, and there is a stutter to your walk as you try and make your way to the bathroom.

“Hon...how about I run the bath, yeah?” he chuckles, helping you upstairs.

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After a relaxing, warm bath with just the two of you, you find yourself cuddled in his embrace whilst also in his hoodie. You have decided on watching Disney movies in contrast to the intensity of Mortal Kombat. Your mind, however, is still focused on the events from earlier in the night.

“We need to do that again,” you mutter, your thoughts unintentionally becoming reality. Felix smiles down at you.

“Hmm, we can if you want to. But, I think there will be a catch this time, Hon.”

“I knew it. What is it?”

“The catch is,” he paused the movie and took a dramatic gasp, “you have to be my girlfriend.” You smiled, not exactly expecting that type of twist.

“I think I can work with that...as long as I get you for myself again.”

“Woah, woah! TMI!” he playfully yells.

“You gave it to me...finally,” you mutter in playful annoyance.

All Felix can do is sigh, un-pause the movie, and thanks Heavens he somehow got a busybody like you in his life.

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thornsinmycrown · 4 months

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STAY SOFT

DARK!DOCTOR STRANGE x AFAB!READER

warning(s): [ MDNI +18 ] no use of y/n, afab!reader, use of petnames (hon/honey) eventual smut, 18+ dark content, yandere dynamics, minors do not interact. word count: 2.9k

summary: years have been passing by, years where nothing seemed to be fortunate for Doctor Stephen Strange on his quest for greatness that until one day he realizes the key of happiness was always presented in front of him, you.

CHAPTER ONE.

You were accompanying each other through the corridor, both doctors heading to their interview. The cameras were ready to capture your smiles as you talked about the miraculously successful procedure, with the new technique that the neurosurgeon had co-created in conjunction with you, the recently transferred back doctor on duty, after, saving the life of one of your patients.

"Ready for the interview, hon?" asked the neurosurgeon, visibly excited.

"It depends," you answered with your iced coffee in hand, "what exactly are we talking about?" you questioned, remembering one of many professional conversations where you had been slowly silenced by Stephen's eccentricities.

"Well, we're talking about the patient," he assured you with a relaxed smile, "how I intervened…"

"We intervened," you corrected, mid-sip without even being bothered. From a man like Strange you could expect anything.

"Of course, that's what I meant," he brushed it off, "we're a great team."

You raised an eyebrow with a half smile hiding behind your coffee so, you wouldn't laugh outright in Stephen's face with your bitter sarcasm.

"Oh, really?".

But, sometimes, you just couldn't help it.

"Yeah. I am the best neurosurgeon in the world, you are the best psychiatrist, we complement each other perfectly, don't you think?" he flirted. Again.

Ever since you had met Stephen Strange, you realized that his world revolved around three things: he, himself and him. Since Stephen Strange had met you, his world began to revolve around four things: He, himself, him and you.

"It's true, we know so much about each other," you completed, a subtle sarcastic tone that passed for friendly, drawing a goofy smile from the doctor. "Truth or Dare?" You decided to play around a bit before the interview.

"I love a challenge," Stephen bragged, winking at you playfully. You looked to the front and rolled her eyes before saying the dare.

"I dare you to tell me what my master's degree is," you said, placing yourself in the corner of the sofa by the door as an old habit in your office.

Stephen stopped short, adjusting his cell phone on the coffee table's surface, he really didn't expect that to be the dare, but he knew he wasn't going to win, pretending not to understand was not an option since he wasn't stupid: he could feel your petty aura, who, in a desperate attempt for him to leave you alone, agreed to listen to his cynicism.

"Of course I know, it's…something that starts with 'gers'?" His tone revealed the lack of attention he gave to his partner, the same one that soon narrowed her eyes in an almost accusatory way.

"Amazing that with your eidetic memory, you can't recall a single title easily in casual chat," you accused, taking a last sip from your coffee canister before setting it down on the small table across them.

The office was full of cables and high lights in the background that gave the place an overly saturated aspect, for Stephen it was like rediscovering that his natural habitat could be even more glamorous, cornered by a camera and reporters waiting to write down his every word, as if the truths off the universe came out of his lips, the sensation of having been born for it raised his ego to Olympus.

For you, however, it was as if you had been paid to swallow hot lava so you took another sip of your icy drink, you knew you wasn't tiny compared to anyone, but to talk about your work the way the neurosurgeon does and with the intention in which he pronounced each word of honor, it caused your belly to roll over. You only hoped that Stephen would not believe himself the Hand of God or say something out of place on camera that could later cause his own declive; Although knowing him, he would find his way out to be free of problems in the end.

"I don't give much importance to titles," he chuckled lightly, feigning a humility that on rare occasions he denoted in certain spaces, something that made her correspond with a lopsided smile.

"It's not what you told your assistant yesterday when he called you 'Steve' and not 'doctor,'" you remarked, knowing that he would ignore your title if it represented a risk to his own.

He looked around to check who was listening to the conversation, slightly uncomfortable with the idea of causing a misconception of his usually prefabricated charming and talented persona, adverse to the generally apathic and arrogant self he usually ought to be on his quotidian agenda.

No one was paying them the attention he believed they deserved, although now it was a fortune to their insignificant argument.

"Well, 'Steve' is for family, my assistant is my employee", he lied, he dismissed the topic lowly, whoever heard him would see it was somewhat normal, a simple correction. But you didn't.

You saw that gleam in his eyes, you didn't know what it was or how to call it, yet there it was somehow making you shiver, too detatched to be simple wording, too straight to mean further relevance. He was displeased, you always noticed, at your inconvenient comments related to whatever he did or say — and he did like it too.

Perhaps that's why he was so fond of you and as much as you were an obnoxious partner to work with at times, you were never unwanted for him. Women kneel voluntarily just to have a touch of, at the very least, the hem of his leather belt, batting bambi eyelashes and leaving purposeful red lipstick stains in the collar of his shirts; When somebody says "yes" so many times, one can easily be draw to the person that dares to say no.

"Got it!", you crossed your legs in the small sofa, humming lowly and by the time Stephen's ears peered this sound, you were already on your machiavelic deed, "Steve's ready for the interview and so am I, where's 'hair and make-up' by the way? He kinda needs it".

And everyone laughed. A harmless laugh that Stephen had to mimic while he glared at you with disapproving eyes. Very few things really made him angry: traffic, calls from operators to change phone lines, incompetent people assisting him in the operating room, or being assigned patients with less serious problems than the ones that led him to the interview he was about to give, but his name was the top of the list.

It fragmented his ego, name badges and business cards elegantly decorated with off-white backgrounds, spent thousands of dollars so that his name always appeared in full never misspelled capital letters, now reduced by you to a bland nickname for any average white American man who eats hot dogs at every sunday baseball game in which his son stays on the bench, he was not the avarage man and he knew it — or at least had an idea of it.

He could never dispise you, how to dispise you? He just wished that for once you could see how great of a man he could actually be if you gave him that chance, but any advance you had dismissed with fervour. And now here he was, laughing with you, pretending he liked your jokes and wasn't pissed just to attract you, to appear as a likeable man and maybe, others saw that too.

They probably believed you made the eccentric and artificial Doctor Strange a more humane being in the end, that your friendship gave him the piece of humble cake he needed, a mere mistake. You had the vision of a therapist and, like a detective, could sense all the cowebs of his tricks, the amateur process of a conquest poorly planned.

The interview went on anyhow, some laughs and comments about procedures that seemed to falsely fascinate the interviewer who batted her eyelashes as if she was mopping the air, Stephen using terms and long words he made sure no one would understand to impress the viewers and you, spreading awareness of regular check-ups. Everything was marching good until the interviewer saw something between you two, something she knew would definitely sell the story further.

"It must have been very easy for you to work together," unsuspected for you where the conversation was going, your smile still looked genuine for the crimson mischievous grin who was in front of you "how long have you been working together?" to you it seemed a normal, common co-workers question.

"I guess... Since always?" You shrugged, trying to evoke in your mind since when did you considered working with him a logical idea, and you looked for Stephen's eyes subconsciously.

"I can't really remember" he scratched the back of his head, smoothing out his hair to not ruin his perfect hairstyle and what it appeared to be a sheepish smile slowly formed on his lips, "we met many years ago, though she looks like no day has passed" he complimented you, and you silently nodded in thankfulness.

He gave you a plain smile, he was used to you not complimenting him back, so it didn't felt awkward, he always expected it, thinking of himself of a poor hopeless romantic every time, like a puppy waiting for his owner to pull the leash, it almost seemed to be as if you were hiding something.

The perfect excuse for a reporter hungry for gossip.

"You look like you're very close indeed", she casually threw, "what is your relationship like outside of work?", by this point, you should have started to guess this wasn't going to be concerning to work anymore.

To be honest, you were excited too, as much as you wanted to be skeptical and keep yourself grounded or tell the doctor beside you not to get too comfy at the idea of being a celebrity, you were going to be on T.V; Everyone would know you were part of the creation of a procedure capable of giving anyone the chance to retrieve their motor skills to a level where they could have a normal life again. It consumed you to a degree you didn't fathom until now.

"I think we have a good connection outside work, he's open to share ideas, he adapts to situations and also has a great talent", by the way he was smiling back at you, you could say he was enjoying the praise rain, not often between the two of you on your end specifically, "one of the best on his field".

"If not, the best" he quickly interrupted, a light laugh erupting from his lips. "If you allow me saying," and Stephen would never miss a chance to publicly show you he was your number one fanatic, "she's fantastic to work with, she brings details and perspectives in a very unique way, as much as I would like to admit it, there are things I can't quite grasp without her" he laughed again, more loosely even, charming and attentive to his co-worker's reactions.

"Would you describe it as intimate, then?" It was intentional, the innuendo on her words was clear, and it was just rising.

"Sorry, what?", you scratched your ear gently, your brows narrowed significantly and you hoped you had mistaken the clear double intention behind her words.

"Yes! Your relationship" she promptly casted the mood to put a name to what you had — wrong names.

» "At first glance, one could say you are very close to each other. You compliment yourselves fine" her gaze was serious, she wasn't teasing to spite, she was doing it to sell a love story.

And it didn't place into your mind of how good could it be to have a column on one of those shallow magazines, where they share tips to style their old skinny jeans better or lose weight with five easy steps, on how two professionally accomplished doctors saved the world with their brains and their love.

"Well, if we look like we are close to each other, it's because we are" Stephen, not so oblivious to the route of the conversation, couldn't let himself waste time "I mean, we spend most of our days together" he shrugged, acting as natural as possible.

"Because of work" you ended quickly.

Due to the way the interviewer arched a brow, you could notice she wasn't happy with the way words were being phrased, and she had to dig in more dominantly.

"Sure, but, you know—" she licked her lips.

"Know what?" you didn't exactly spat back, that wasn't how the usual confrontation went with you.

You were always on the rational side of things, the one that decides if it's worth it to continue an argument or not, between blacks and whites you always tried to be the gray.

"Two young attractive people spending so many hours together, and you seem to hold a lot of chemistry" your smile slowly faded into a thin line, that was the moment Stephen knew something was wrong, "how would you describe your relationship?"

Despite his usual playful self, he decided to step on and set the boundaries you always spoke about, because he would never do something to displease you, specially not if you saw so directly what his intentions could be, he had to be smart and play crosswords with his speech.

He gave you a side eye to check on you, you shared a brief glance and that was all he needed to attempt to better things up for you without loosing style.

"We're more of a partnership than anything," he admitted this time with more sincerity as he noticed your displeased reaction, he would never do you mad in a way that could make himself look bad in front of anyone, " I do, and say with the utmost respect, that I consider her an equal in what our fields concern" he really tried to make it better.

"That means you've never blurred those professional lines before?" it was the quizzical brow, the stupid smirk, everything seemed to be set up to make your brains bolt.

You sighed deeply, your right hand rubbing your forehead with your eyes closed, you scratched one of your brows with your thumb and before you could open your mouth, he was answering again.

"If we put it like that", you gave him a side eye, "we have", and now you were fully looking at him with wide eyes trying to decipher what was he up to.

"Let me clarify this to you ma'am" you held your finger up, "Doctor Stephen Strange and I are not involved in any kind of paraprofessional relationship nor will be", you anxiously replied to his words before he screwed up the interview completely.

Now he gave you a dirty look. Your words were respectful, it was your tone though, the disgusted facial expression you did that made him want to ask everyone in the room to leave and spank you.

"Except we're very good friends" he clarified as well, the journalist looked at you both with curiosity, "we studied together, we work together, she knows all my ex-girlfriends, we are friends. If what you want to know is if we ever had sex the answer is no".

You felt your face heat up, embarrassment filling your lungs as you held your breath. You would have loved to say it in a more subtle way, however with Stephen there wasn't any subtlety. You nodded and licked your now dry lips, his tone had been almost severe, determinant enough to put the interviewer and the cameraman uncomfortable to not do more spicy question again.

Your sixth sense warned you of his eyes on you, burning holes in your skin hoping to see through you the same way you did he. And the next times he searched for your eyes between questions as the interview went on, he would look at you tenderly, enamoured even, to purposefully set the seed of doubt on people if the no-sex part was cut from the final material. He wouldn't leave it at that, you wouldn't be the one that got away.

For as long as he had to wait.

author's note: after some months into hiatus, i've decided to put this blog in good use and post some drafts I had. This is planned to be a short series so, if it's well recieved, I'll keep updating parts.

#dark content #dark!fic #doctor strange #stephen strange #dark!doctor strange x reader #dark doctor strange x reader #dark!doctor strange #yandere!doctor strange x reader #yandere!doctor strange #yandere doctor strange #dark doctor strange #fay writes

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havealotonmymind · 5 days

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Pet Name

Summary: In which Astarion’s affectations start to rub off on a horrified Leviathala (OC).

Spoilers for the end of Act 2 and the start of Act 3!

Rating: Teen and Up

Category: Astarion/Original Female Character(s), Astarion/Tav, Astarion & Gale & Karlach & Lae'zel & Shadowheart & Tav & Wyll (Friendship)

Additional Tags:

Romance, Fluff, Pet Names, Established Relationship, Alcohol, Party Banter, Spoilers for Act 2 (Baldur's Gate 3), Spoilers for Act 3 (Baldur's Gate 3), Named Tav (Baldur's Gate), Tiefling Tav (Baldur's Gate), Fighter Tav (Baldur's Gate)

Also available on AO3!

To love someone so much as to unconsciously adopt their odd quirks and manners of speaking took careful study, if not outright gawking. It was a rather damning indictment, one that could not be readily explained away.

Leviathala had never been partial to pet names, both in using or hearing them. They always sounded much too saccharine. Princess, doll, sweetie pie—all borderline ridiculous and laughable. Her parents only used “honey” or the shortened “hon”, but never as true terms of endearment. No, when those were used, it was meant to summon the other to look over something in the house that needed fixing.

So Lev had never really seen the point. Until meeting Astarion, that was.

Pet names sounded natural coming from him. His flirtatious lines held the musicality of an amusing lie, but when it came to pet names, well…He used them with the same deadly precision as his daggers. A well-placed darling or love or my sweet was enough to kickstart her heart into rabbit-like hysteria. It was not long before she warmed to the sound of it meant just for her.

After finally confessing their true feelings to one another just a few nights before, not much had changed. He didn’t go around advertising their relationship to the others nor did she start openly fawning over him. The Gauntlet of Shar and the defeat of Ketheric Thorm took far more precedence than any sort of formal announcement.

That didn’t stop her from sitting closer to Astarion while they rested, nor him from leaning near enough for their hands to touch. Most times, she would twine her pinky around his and continue on with a conversation as if nothing had happened.

It felt a bit childish. They had sex with each other twice during the very first leg of their journey, after all. Strange how the smallest brush of fingers in front of the others somehow felt more scandalous.

It was Lae’zel, of all people, who finally made a comment about it. “Do you intend to hide your affections for one another the whole journey?” she snapped.

Lev watched Astarion head off to the Last Light washroom with a fond smile playing on her lips. That smile soon fell. “What do you mean?”

“Chk! This Plane’s intricate courting rituals bore me. If you wish to make your pathetic feelings known to him, you must take action lest he is snatched away.” Lae’zel then trod off in a huff.

A small laugh bubbled in the back of Leviathala’s throat. If someone as stoic as Lae’zel was encouraging her to be more open, then perhaps she ought to be so. So she reached out for his hand more often, asked to kiss him after hard-fought battles and once more before resting for the night. Their party made little comment, though she swore she saw Shadowheart and Wyll exchange gold pieces whenever she pulled back from a kiss.

Despite his now near-constant bragging about their relationship to anyone who would listen, Astarion never initiated any physical contact himself. No, his way of showing affection was far quieter than anyone might expect. Whenever he gifted her a new book, he would sit beside her and read one of his own. Once, he handed her a thin vial of scented seed oil he mixed himself then stalked back to his tent without a word. A soothing waft of honeysuckle and autumn crocus floated from within. It felt nice to apply to her horns every evening, and she found herself sleeping all the better for it.

He had also developed a habit of simply staying at her side to annoy her whenever possible.

“Astarion, if you’re going to hover around my tent, at least help me pack my things,” Leviathala said as she stashed the remainder of her potions inside her pack. It had taken her quite some time to get it all set for their journey back to the Gate, especially with the sheer number of spell scrolls she picked up. Organizing them for easy access during battle was essential.

A sentiment Astarion did not seem to share. His own pack was stuffed with more than half of their entire group’s gold, some interesting bits and bobbles, and around a dozen spell scrolls of varying effects and levels of damage.

His eyes fell from checking his perfect nails to the many stacks of books around her tent. “I’ll start with the essentials, then, shall I?”

Lev smiled. “You can store those in the Travellers’ Chest. I don’t expect we’ll find much space to camp within the city walls.”

“You have been quite the little kleptomaniac, haven’t you?” he teased. “Honestly, I think I might be a bad influence on you.”

“Most of those books were just lying there. I’m just giving them a new home.”

“Yes, locked away in a trunk.”

“Oh, don’t act like you don’t appreciate the steady supply of new books to read. Sneaky as you are, I do notice when my piles have been shifted,” Leviathala said as she turned back to her pack. Everything was in a handy spot, ready for use whenever she needed it. Everything except…

Her eyes scanned over her tent for her crossbow bolts. They needed to be on top for easier reloading mid-battle.

Astarion had seemingly given up on packing her books and was instead engrossed in a book of fables she’d picked up in the Underdark. The bolts laid on the next pile over.

As she pushed herself to her feet, Leviathala asked, “Darling, could you hand me that?”

The moment the words slipped, her blood ran cold. She hadn’t even thought about it, but that was the trouble, wasn’t it?

Astarion snapped to attention. “What did you call me?”

“I…Nothing special,” she said quickly.

His incredulous grin only grew. “Oh no, no, no. Deny it all you like, but I heard you.”

“You didn’t hear anything except me asking you to hand me those bolts please.”

“You called me darling.”

“Astarion—”

“Hm? I’m sorry, I only answer to darling now. My heart or my love will also suffice.”

“Astarion.”

“Funny, that doesn’t sound like a pet name to me.”

Her face felt like it was on fire. He knew exactly what he was doing, and she hated that that pretty smile of his almost coaxed it out of her.

Lev snatched the packet of crossbow bolts and stalked past him. “You are insufferable, you know that?”

“Darling, come now. Just say it one more time?”

Astarion did not let up even as their party finally hit the Rising Road at last. He called her all sorts of pet names, ranging from his usual my dears and my sweets to absolutely dreadful ones like little kitten and my heart’s calling.

It was a relentless barrage of sugary words that had their companions either giving them long side-glances or outright cringing.

Before he could say another word, Lev pressed a firm hand to his mouth. “Gods, if I call you darling or love, will you promise not to use any of those terrible pet names again? They’re ridiculous.”

His victorious smirk was unbearable. “Why, of course, my treasure.” He leaned in just a bit closer. “If you call me darling now. I want to hear it.”

Lev’s face grew hot. A few of their companions left to set up their tents, but Shadowheart, Karlach, and Wyll lingered just behind them, unloading the cooking supplies and setting up the campfire.

“Now now?” she asked.

“No better time than the present, as they say. Whoever they are.”

“Fine…” Her tail whipped all over the place in her embarrassment. “Will you please not use any silly pet names with me…d-darling?”

Karlach coughed to hide a very obvious cackle. Shadowheart patted her back and smiled at the both of them from over her shoulder. There again, Wyll not-so-surreptitiously slipping her a gold coin with a sigh.

“We’ll work on it,” Astarion amended.

“I most certainly will not.”

“Are you quite certain, my sweet muffin cake? Darling love and light of my life?”

Shadowheart curled her nose in disgust. “Gods, I can’t take much more of this.”

Leviathala glared at a point in the distance, refusing to look at him directly. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” Astarion said and pressed a quick peck to her temple. Her contrived anger dissolved in an instant. That was the first time he ever initiated something like that on his own. Lev brushed her hair away from the spot he kissed with a faint smile.

This awful chameleon effect reared its head again after they all settled in the Elfsong Tavern. With the looming threat of Gortash closing his fist over the city, Orin and her bloodthirsty shapeshifters murdering innocents left and right, and the matter of Duke Ravengard going missing, it was all their party could do to keep from buckling under the pressure.

That called for a time-honored stress reliever: a drinking contest.

Numerous tankards filled to the brim with ice-cold ale sat frosting before Lae’zel, Jaheira, and Wyll. A dark look not unlike that of the calm before a battle brewed over them, each determined to claim victory over the others.

Lev, Gale, Karlach, and Shadowheart sat at the nearest table to watch the chaos unfold. Halsin had sequestered himself in their rented room, trying to gain his bearings in a town bereft of nature by carving more wooden ducks than he knew what to do with.

“If you were in the ring, Shadowheart, I’d bet on you as the winner,” Gale said as he watched the others drink themselves into a stupor.

“Oh, I’m sure I would be. I just don’t feel like debasing myself in front of an audience like those three.”

Jaheira remained stone-faced after her fifth goblet while Lae’zel began to wobble. Wyll smiled dreamily off into the distance, but kept pace all the same.

Leviathala laughed, a high-pitched, short giggle that was half-hidden behind her hand. “I don’t think I’ll ask Wyll or Lae’zel to come with me to the Counting House tomorrow. They might not be able to stand after this.”

A hush went over their little group. A normal lull in conversation. Or so Lev thought.

“I think you’ve been spending far too much time around Astarion,” Shadowheart said all of a sudden.

Lev glanced up from her tankard, only to notice them all giving her pained smiles. “What do you mean?”

Shadowheart and Karlach exchanged an amused glance. “I mean,” she emphasized, “that you’re starting to sound like him.”

“What, just because I want to break into the Counting House, suddenly I’m a rogue?” Lev scoffed.

“It’s not that. You know that laugh he does when he’s pleased?” She looked to Karlach for assistance.

“Yeah, the one that goes ah-ha-ha!” Karlach mimicked his haughty giggle with a flare of her hands. “That one?”

“Yes, that one.” Shadowheart turned back to Lev. “You do that, too. You never used to laugh like that.”

Lev clapped a startled hand over her mouth. “No! That’s not…No, I don’t.”

“Er, you just did, soldier. I dunno if we would’ve pointed it out otherwise.” Karlach scratched the back of her head. “For what it’s worth, it is kinda cute, you picking up each other’s habits ‘n all.”

Gale smiled. “Lev, there’s no shame in mimicking someone you love. Those traits are why you love them, I imagine. Why, I think I affected Mystra’s speech well into our own relationship myself.”

Leviathala hid her face in her hands. “Gale, that’s not helping.”

Thank the Gods Astarion was out scouring the city for criminals to drain or she’d never hear the end of this.

“All right. Shall I tell you the little habits I’ve noticed Astarion picking up from you then?” he asked. “I don’t think Astarion himself has even noticed. I’m almost tempted to point it out to him the next time he mocks me for something trivial.”

“Go on. It can’t be any worse than me calling him darling or laughing like him.”

Gale’s eyes sparkled. No doubt he thought of that as an unintended challenge. “Have you noticed that Astarion has a propensity for flowers and mushrooms of late? He used to brush past them all as though they were naught but weeds. After our time in the Underdark, particularly after we infiltrated that arcane tower, he’s kept a sharper eye out. I doubt he’s using them to concoct his own potions and elixirs. Too much work.”

Lev had to admit, she had found much more herbs and flowers in her alchemy pouch lately. She initially chalked it up to not having time to go over stock, but if it was Astarion filling up her supply…

Perhaps it might be a sign that he’d taken a mild interest in her potion-making hobby, but it was also a matter of their party needing these ingredients to survive their arduous journey.

“So has everyone else, Gale. It’s far more convenient than hoping to run into a merchant carrying potions. Cheaper, too.”

“Yes, but he takes after your lead,” he pressed. “I once caught him reading your journal of potion recipes. He’s a rather rapt student when he wants to be. Especially when that teacher is you.”

Lev slouched in her seat. Gale might speak with all the authority of a scholar, but when that study was Astarion’s behavior, even she had been wrong before.

“Anything else?”

His confident smile fell. “Right, well—”

“He’s started to hum and sing more often,” Shadowheart pointed out. “Honestly, if you want to showcase similarities, you start with the obvious, Gale.”

“Humming and singing could just be a mere indicator that he’s in love!”

“Singing tuneless ditties about what he’s doing the moment he’s doing it? Lev started doing that much earlier than him.”

“That doesn’t annoy you all, does it?” Lev asked. “I’m no bard, but it helps me think a bit clearer when I’m organizing my things. Just a trick my mum taught me.”

Karlach gave a hearty laugh. “Nah, sing away, soldier! I like it. I think I only caught Fangs doing that, like, once or twice, though.”

“You’ve never set up your tent near his,” Shadowheart said. “He used to be silent as the grave, if you’ll pardon the pun. Now he hums off-key whenever he’s cleaning his daggers or sprucing up in front of a mirror he clearly cannot see himself in. I have half a mind to throw something at him when he does it.”

“Fine, I’ll concede that point.” Gale threw his hands in the air.

“You notice how whenever we go to a new place nowadays, he steers towards the books first? Just like Lev,” Karlach said. “They’re both rabid bookworms.”

Gale sat up straighter, happy to have regained footing. “Yes! That was another point I was going to bring up. When we broke into Sorcerous Sundries' vault the other day, he seemed to take particular interest in the scrolls and books. The magical treasures, wondrous as they were, he all but ignored.”

“He’s been looking for a way to safely read that Thayan necromancy book I gave him a while ago,” Leviathala pointed out. “That book he found in Sorcerous Sundries finally gave him the key he needed to be able to read the rest. Besides, he probably liked reading way before I was ever born.”

“That’s not the point, soldier, and you know it.” Karlach downed the rest of her tankard in a few gulps then slammed it on the table. “You rub off on him more than you think. He clearly does the same to you. It’s how we all act around people we care about, I reckon. We’ve all probably picked up each other’s little habits without noticing.”

The conversation was cut short when Lae’zel unceremoniously collapsed the moment she tried to stand up and get in Wyll’s face. Lev and Karlach went to collect her, smirking over as Wyll slapped a hand over his mouth and burped an excuse to the nearest chamberpot. The sound of his retching put many unfortunate people out of their meals.

Jaheira grinned at her victory, pushing herself to her feet. There was only a faint, almost imperceptible wobble to her gait as she headed up to sleep this off. Their group helped their other two companions into their own beds with some difficulty. Shadowheart was of sound enough mind to turn them both on their side and leave them a glass of water.

“I’ll prepare Lesser Restoration for tomorrow,” she sighed. Her eyes fell to the Amulet of Silvanus around Lev’s neck. “Unless you want to tell your boyfriend to stay away from your neck for one night to help me?”

“It’s a one-time daily use, Shadowheart,” Leviathala said with an amused smile. “You’d need to prepare Lesser Restoration regardless.”

Shadowheart heaved a theatrical sigh. “All right. I knew this drinking contest was a bad idea…”

“That’s not what you said when you bet on Lae’zel to pass out first.”

A rare genuine smile graced her lips for a moment. “True. Karlach owes me ten gold.”

They all exchanged cheery departures as they prepared for bed. Yenna curled up on a sofa with her cat, already snoring away. Leviathala sat by the cozy fire, feet propped up on the other of the twin red sofas. The seat was quite stiff, so she sat at an awkward angle to stop her tail from cramping.

Astarion slipped into their shared room well after twelve bells. He met her gaze with a start, like he was a kid caught sneaking out. Leviathala smiled and immediately put down the book she was reading.

“Not asleep yet?” he whispered as he approached.

“I was waiting up for you.”

“You didn’t have to. But I’m glad you did,” he said as he nudged her legs aside to sit beside her.

Leviathala couldn’t help but notice that he had unconsciously mimicked how she sat, even without a tail of his own to accommodate. She suppressed a laugh. Perhaps their companions were right, after all. Not that she would ever point out these newfound habits to his face.

“Good hunting?” she asked, nodding at the tiny trail of blood he’d failed to wipe away. A habit of his she almost thought intentional after the first few nights of drinking from her neck. After a while, it became apparent that, without being able to inspect himself in a mirror, he simply had no idea it was there.

“Very,” he said, wiping away the blood at last. “Some rude muggers trying to go after a small family. They tried all manner of nasty threats to get me to leave. The muggers, not the family. Not associated with the Guild as far as I could tell, but I’m sure some bottom-rung underlings won’t be missed in the grand scheme of things.”

Leviathala smirked. “You almost sound like a member of the Fist talking like that.”

Astarion made a face at the association. “Now that’s by far the worst insult I’ve heard tonight.”

“Sorry, love.”

An intentionally placed pet name, but one that got his attention all the same.

“Oh? Love, hm?”

“What? Just trying it out. I like the sound of it. More so than darling, at any rate.”

He put a hand over his heart. “Darling, how dare you.”

“I meant me saying it,” she added with a light laugh. “Pet names are just so…awkward. Calling you love feels right because it’s true.”

His real smile was always hard to pick out, harder still in the relative darkness around them. Just the quickest shift of his lips, almost as if he was used to hiding it.

“Darling and love are the same things at the end of the day. You should expand your pet name repertoire, my dear.”

“Oh, my dear’s a good one,” she teased. “You are very dear to me, my darling love.”

Astarion frowned. “Gods, now I know how it feels to be on the receiving end.”

“Feels strange, doesn’t it?” Leviathala said. “Almost inauthentic.”

His mock-offended expression made her laugh once more and she scooted closer to rest her head on his shoulder.

“You know I’m just teasing about the pet names, right? Don’t force yourself if it doesn’t feel natural,” he said, wrapping a heavy arm around her.

“Oh, don’t worry, darling, I won’t.”

He paused. “I can’t tell if you’re being cheeky or not.”

“My dearest heart, whatever do you mean?”

At this, he lightly shoved her away. “All right, I think it’s time we sleep.”

Before he could get up, however, Leviathala tugged on his sleeve. “Wait, no kiss before bed?”

“Make fun of my flirting methods enough, Leviathala darling, and you’ll find yourself wanting before long. Good night.”

She let him go, pouting. “Well…all right then.”

As they headed off to their beds, Astarion smirked at her sulking. “Don’t give me that, my dear. You’ll ruin my resolve.”

“Yes, that’s the plan.”

He made a show of rolling his eyes. “Oh, very well. I’ll indulge you,” he said in a manner that very much did not hide how eager he was.

She blinked when he wrapped an arm around the small of her back and pulled her to him. His lips found hers easily. They’d had much practice, after all. Leviathala was confident that he’d find his way to her in total darkness.

Astarion pushed forth with a hungry insistence that she met with a surprised, but equal fervor. She gripped his waist to steady herself, and he grunted appreciatively. When he finally broke away, he leaned his forehead against hers, hand still lingering on her cheek for just a moment longer.

“There,” he said breathlessly. “Satisfied, darling? Or…do you still want more?”

Leviathala rolled her eyes but smiled all the same. “Darling, how could I say no?” she teased and leaned in once more.

I’ll be honest, at this point in my playthrough, Lae’zel had already been kidnapped by Orin way before I rescued Minsc. I’m taking a bit of creative license with the timeline to let the party have a bit of fun at the Elfsong lol. Also the Astarion laugh I'm talking about is the short one at 14 seconds: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hoW6gyzEAIE Hope you enjoyed my little self-indulgent fic! Until next time!

#Baldur's Gate 3 #BG3 #Astarion #Astarion x Tav #I Feel Seen (Astarion/Leviathala)#Keep a Blade Close (Astarion)#The Wayward Tactician (Leviathala)#my fanfiction #The Hero and Me (Promotion)

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When I Brush Your Hair | Chapter 1

Jinx x Fem!Reader 🌙🦋🎀

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Y/n doesn't waste much time getting up from her bed the moment she wakes up that morning. The clock reads 9:10 AM; her own body clock typically gets her up around that time. It's always been that way.

Her bare feet touch the cold floor beneath her but she pays it no mind as she speeds over to her dresser that her dad kindly made for her years ago. Clothes are laying on the floor haphazardly, blankets hung over a chair and table, and many drawings and photos from over the years taped onto the surrounding walls. Her room always held a special place in her heart. Pulling out her drawers she yanks out the first shirt and pants she thinks are most suitable for today.

Perhaps a brown t-shirt? No no, that's too boring. She looks at it for a moment; where did she even get this? She should really pzazz it up a bit, maybe a cute bear holding a flower! And then add a tiny bow on the collar- She's getting distracted. She shakes her head and mindlessly throws the brown shirt behind her, aiming for her bed so she'd remember for later but it lands on the floor instead.

She digs out a purple tank top that has a butterfly patchwork piece sewed into the fabric. She lets out a sound of approval and places it in her lap. Not long after, she's staring at herself in the body mirror; her outfit is complete with a cropped knitted sweater and shorts. The Undercity is often humid during the warmer seasons. But since it's march she still, and must, wear her signature knee high socks. Sometimes she wears little leg warmers... oh how she loves her leg warmers. She and her aunt have knitted some together before- Hold that thought, she should go visit her later. It's only been a week but she misses her already. Good thing she doesn't live too far.

Y/n bounces down the stairs to the second floor, hoping to see her dad in the kitchen with food already sitting on the table. She is sadly disappointed to see it empty. I mean yeah it's a Monday so naturally he would already be downstairs in the shop but a girl can dream. She hates having to make food because she's so slow and makes a mess every time and she just wishes she could eat some damn food without having to wait for the preparations. She sighs to herself.

She'll just have some jam and bread.

It must be a nice day outside since it's finally not raining for once. She thinks she can just barely see the sun shining down onto the city. She loves her plants more than her life but for her own sanity, she'd love to be able to see the sun for once while sitting on the top of the buildings.

With her droopy piece of bread in hand, she goes over to the shoe closet and steps into her boots without bothering to tie the laces. She opens the door after stepping off of the last flight of stairs and looks to her right and sees her dad wiping down the front counter. She smiles.

"Hey, papa." Beck, her dad. He works as a mechanic. She can brag about it too since he's the best one known in the Undercity. It makes her feel kind of bad for the other ones too though, since that probably means he's taking all of their clients. She'd hate it if they felt discouraged by it. Everyone's talented in their own way right? Y/n likes to believe so.

Beck's beaded eyes look up from the counter and he smiles warmly at his daughter. He notices the bread in her hand and knows she's likely miffed about her lack of breakfast. His smile only widens at that thought.

"Morning, hon. How's it goin'?" Y/n walks slowly until she stands in the middle of the shop. Random parts and tools sit in boxes and shelves. A vacant can of oil sits open some feet away from her making her nose scrunch. Usually he keeps that stuff in the back until he needs it, why is it out here? It's only stinking up the room. Not that oil smells that bad, besides it reminds her of her dad. But too much is too much. She shakes the intruding thought away and looks back up to her dad who's leaning on the counter with both hands. Old burn scars peaking through the sleeves folded up to his elbows.

"Fine I guess." She shrugs. She thinks about how nice the weather is and then her mind wanders over to something else.

"Is Bean out or is she still here?" She asks. Becks eyebrows raise for a split second.

"She should still be here, I fed her not too long ago."

"Okay." Y/n stuffs her mouth with her last bit of bread and jam and skips back over to the stairs. She wonders to herself if she should take her plants out with her to sit under the sun. She'll need some extra hands though. She smiles at the idea of seeing her best blue friend. Anytime she called her that she'd say that it made her sound depressed. But she would assure her that the colour blue didn't always mean something negative. She reminded her of the ocean and blueberries.

"Bean!" Y/n calls out. She crouches down to look at the bum of the dining chairs. Nothing. No sign of her on the kitchen counter or the couch either. Sometimes she lays behind the television stand and rubs against the plugs in the outlet. Y/n leans over and looks into the crack but she's met with dust.

She throws her head back as she releases an exasperated sigh. Crossing her arms over her chest and looking around as she slowly gives up, she notices a small shadow behind the curtains covering the doors to the very small balcony. Her head tilts with curiosity. Though she's almost positive that it's Bean.

Y/n slowly crosses the small living room. She approaches the curtains that softly sway with the air blowing past them, little light shining through them casting a soft yellow glow into the room. Her hand pushes the fabric to the side and without surprise, her eyes land on the orange and white cat staring off into the street as it sits quietly.

"Hi Bean." Y/n's soft voice automatically shifts an octave higher. Usually she would stay for a moment and watch with her, but she has things to do today. She has a habit of putting things off and forgetting about them, something her aunt warns her might bite her in the ass someday. So she doesn't want that to happen today.

She scoops the cat into her arms and begins to make her journey to her desired destination; The Last Drop. She can already hear voices talking and laughing under the floor below her; she internally cries as she comes to terms with the fact that she'll have to pass some random stranger.

She manages though as she peeps out a quiet "Hello." as she avoids awkward eye contact with the man speaking to her dad, not even bothering to pay attention to what he brought in as she speeds out of the door.

"Hey, be safe!" She hears her dad yell out to her. Quickly giving him a shout, "Yup!" before she's bounding down the increasingly bustling street.

She's brought Bean out with her like this before. She's like a rag doll; never really seeming to have much care for what the girl does to her. Perhaps it could be a result of early experience. As a young child Y/n would dress the cat up in little doll clothes and fake bottle feed it milk pretending it was her baby. Beck still has a photo of one of the times he caught her somewhere in his room.

It usually takes Y/n around eight minutes to get to The Last Drop while walking. And she would run, especially since she particularly enjoys running. But unfortunately with a cat in her arms she's slightly restricted from doing so.

A couple minutes pass and she hears a familiar voice calling out to her on her left. Her steps stop abruptly, causing a person behind her to nearly ram into her. Turning around with an evidently confused expression, her eyes roam around for a second until they land on her cousin, who sits on a barrel waving at her.

"Oh, Vera! Hi!" Y/n adjusts the cat in her arms and approaches her, narrowly avoiding other people walking past her.

"Where you off to?" The redhead asks, and Y/n notices a notebook and pencil in her lap.

"Vander's place."

"Oh, nice."

"Yeah."

"Have you seen Ekko around?"

"Umm no, sorry. He's probably still at Benzo's." This makes Vera hum, almost appearing disappointed. Y/n smiles knowingly but Vera ignores it.

"Okay, that's fine!"

"Mmhm. Well, I better get going, Bean is starting to get heavy."

"Oh yeah, that's no problem! See you around!" Vera reaches out and pets the cat's head quickly before dropping her arm and letting the other girl go.

"Cya!" Y/n trudges off again. Vera was alone this morning, usually she sees her with her group of friends. However sometimes she'll catch sight of her sitting by herself scribbling in that notebook. Evidently, she's keeping secrets in there since Vera tells her everything. Y/n's not hurt though. She loves secrets, and hopes one day she'll solve whatever secret her cousin is keeping from her.

Minutes pass and the young girl can finally make out the large sign of the bar in the distance casting a glow onto the ground and heads of people standing around. It's when she pushes the door open that she clocks in on how out of breath she is. Her arms are just beginning to ache, and her steps turn heavy making eyes fall on her as she approaches the bar. Music plays quietly from a jukebox and soft chatter fills the place. She's been here countless times and feels very comfortable, in fact she feels right at home. However she's still thankful that it's morning leading to less people residing inside.

Y/n takes three long exaggerated strides before she plunks the cat onto the bar. Bean immediately stretches her limbs before sitting down and licking her paws. At the same time, Y/n is lazily slumping on the bar stool and dropping her head onto her arms resting on the counter. Boy is she tuckered out already. She slowly closes her eyes, taking a deep breath, and before she can exhale she hears a deep voice coming from in front of her.

"What did I say about having the cat on the counter?" Y/n shifts her head so her chin is now resting on her arms. Vander is hidden behind Bean who is still grooming herself in front of her. She sighs.

"Sorry." But she doesn't move.

"Strawberry lemonade?"

"Yes please." Y/n hears shifting and glasses clanking before a liquid being poured. She straightens her back at the same time Bean struts to the far end of the counter to get patted by a couple of young women squealing at her. Vander places her signature cup in front of her; pink with star and butterfly doodles scattered around the surface, topped with a straw sticking out. Y/n always drinks with a straw, she can't remember a time where she hasn't.

"Thank you." She folds her legs under her then leans over to place the straw in her mouth. She hears Vander chuckle.

"Powder is awake downstairs. Mylo is still sleeping though, so you gotta be quiet. I don't want to have to put up with his complaints about two little girls waking him up giggling again." He's serious, but anyone could still hear the smile in his tone. Y/n's cheeks are puffed out by a mouthful of juice as she looks up at him. She takes a big gulp and smiles, nodding her head and then sliding off of the stool.

"Kay-kay!" She takes a few steps towards the ladies still petting Bean. She clears her throat in an attempt to get their attention. They look so intimidating and mean, and they're petting her cat. Surely they'd understand and let her have her cat back. So why can't she just shove them to the side and grab her? It's not that hard. Just go up and say excuse me!—

"Off you go, ladies." Vander's voice booms from behind her, successfully giving them the idea though nearly making them jump in their spot. Y/n awkwardly smiles and chuckles as they see her and finally walk away. She quickly grabs Bean and proceeds to the basement.

She stays mindful about the volume of her steps as she descends the stairs, avoiding the spots where she knows creaks the loudest. Turning the knob with her small hand she slowly opens the door, peeking in as she does so to survey the room. Turns out everyone is awake. Though barely.

Y/n remembers the "mission", as she likes to call them, that the older kids went on yesterday. Vi is sitting in the chair she loves so much while wrapping her hands in a fresh pair of thin gauze, struggling to keep her eyes open. Claggor is mumbling to himself as he fiddles with his goggles that he must've slept on again, and Mylo appears to be laying on one of the sofas with a pillow over his face. Y/n silently prays that the pillow magically sticks to him so he suffocates.

"Hey, Candy." Y/n fixes her gaze onto Violet who just acknowledged her presence with slight surprise.

"Hi strawberry head." She walks over and places Bean onto the coffee table.

"Y/n?" She hears a higher pitched voice to her left and her heart rate picks up. She turns her head and her eyes spot her best friend sitting on her bed, back resting against the wall and something in her lap hidden behind her knees. Y/n's grin widens as her posture subconsciously straightens. She pats her chest in an attempt to calm her heart down and makes her way over to the bed.

"Morning Powder." The two girls giggle. Mylo is already heard letting out a muffled groan.

"Whatcha got there?" Y/n sits down on Powder's left and leans over to see what is in her hands. The bluenette pulls away from her and hides the mystery item in her arms, face pink and almost panicked.

"Nothing!" Y/n is taken aback.

"Nothing? C'mon, please lemme see."

"Noo! It's a surprise."

".....Fine." Y/n pouts. Powder smiles and twists her body so her friend can't see, and lifts the end of the blanket to hide the item underneath it. As Y/n's mind begins to wander off, she immediately recalls her plan about her plants. She practically jumps off the bed in her moment of remembrance.

"Oh yeah that's right! I wanted to take my plants up to sit in the sun but I need help. Can you come with me, pretty please? With a cherry on top?" She bats her lashes at the girl in front of her in hopes of convincing her. What was the point though? She knew Powder would submit, she always did. That's what friends are for, right? The girl smiles about to reply before Vi's voice cuts in.

"If you're going up top you need someone to go with you." Her face is stern and almost challenging as she scrutinizes the two girls from her spot on the chair. They glance at each other and start giggling as though they've been caught by some form of authority. Which is in a way true.

"And that will be you, right?" Y/n tilts her head sweetly to charm the redhead. She sighs and looks to the floor as though defeated. Mylo pulls the pillow away from his face to say,

"Please go with them." Vi glances at him and shakes her head before standing up.

"Fine. You two stay here, the cat better not be dead when I come back." She points to the boys sternly. Mylo grumbles with a couple of "Yeahs", but Clagger on the other hand looks delighted.

"Oh man. Mylo fix these for me will you? I'm gonna look for a brush." He throws his goggles at Mylo and briskly stands up in search for a brush to use on Bean. The three girls are already exiting the door, Vi shutting it behind her.

"Sooo we kinda have to go back to my place and get them. I promise there's not a lot. It's just hard trying to carry all of them at once, especially while climbing, y'know? I also like the company. Not that I'm super lonely, I have you guys.. You'd tell me if I got boring and annoying though right?"

"Alright, relax Y/n. Sounds like a plan." Vi chuckles with a comforting hand placed on the young girl's shoulder. She smiles up at her. She's always really liked Vi. She hopes to be just like her some day... or be with her? She never really thought too deeply about that. She's always been there as support. She's like an older sister she never had. She wonders if Vi sees her as a sister too. She really hopes so, cause if not then she'd be deeply embarrassed.

"You could never get boring." Powder pulls Y/n's out of her thoughts. She's smiling intently at her. Y/n wants to smile back at her but she looks down and bites her lip out of nervousness.

"Or annoying?"

"Mmm..." Powder pretends to think. Y/n playfully slaps her, both of the girls laughing and too engrossed in their own world to notice Vi telling Vander they will be gone for a while.

They talked about anyone and anything while on their way to Y/n's place, and once they started going up top they were too focused on not falling to their death or getting lost to goof around. The higher up they got the more clearer the sky above them got. Y/n was right; it is indeed a sunny day. Not too windy either, so her plants shouldn't topple over. The young girl feels her insides turn warm and her smile spread across her face, ignoring the burning sensation beginning to travel up her legs. She's thankful this particular journey consists mostly of walking up stairs and going up elevators. Climbing is such a hassle. Though stairs aren't that much better. It's boring and less riveting than climbing things and crawling through small spaces. Though if Y/n's being honest with herself, small spaces make her slightly claustrophobic.

The moment all three of them reach the top landing of a building, Y/n jogs over to the edge. It's no sunset, but the view of the city still looks beautiful from up so high. She loved the sun, it filled her with a sense of joy and protection that she couldn't find from anything else. She sighs and turns around, seeing the other two silently admiring the view.

"Shall we give the plants a seat?" She speaks softly. And the three of them place the pots of plants on an empty table; four in total.

"I wish I could see the sun everyday." Powder mumbles, mirroring Y/n's thoughts as she stands beside her.

"Don't we all?" Vi said quietly, though it sounded like she intended for it to only be heard by herself. Y/n hums to herself. She stares back out into the city. Basking in the sun's warm embrace a little longer before the three of them have to go back home.

Chapter 2…

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i have no fucking idea how to write vi bc she's so serious all the time 👩🏼‍🦲 i'm sorry.

#arcane #arcane fanfic #jinx #arcane jinx #jinx x y/n #arcane jinx fanfic #jinx arcane #jinx x fem!reader series #jinx x afab!reader #jinx x fem!reader #jinx x reader #arcane jinx x reader #arcane fanfic series

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scoops-ahoy-fics · 2 years

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hi there!! can i req a jealous / fight / angst mike fic with a good ending? 🤍

listen to yourself || mike wheeler x reader oneshot

mike doesn't like to talk about his feelings, but when his partner realizes there's something wrong, he knows he can't stay quiet for long.

reader: gender neutral

characters: mike wheeler

genre: pretty major angst to light fluff

spoiler warning?: none

trigger warning: jealous!mike, argument, jealous behavior, and shouting.

notes: hiya!! i really didn't know if you wanted mike or the reader to be the jealous one, so i kinda just picked mike <3 if you want something different, just let me know! i think this actually turned out really well, really proud of this one!

Something wasn't clicking this time, and you didn't know what. Mike was upset, he wouldn't dare say it but there was a feeling in the air that wasn't pleasant. It wasn't carefree, fun, loving. It was anxious, cold, nipping at your neck and you didn't know what it was. You had to break the tension.

You sat next to him on the couch in his basement, gently resting your hand on his. “Hon, could you please tell me what's bothering you? I know something's up ...”

Mike stood up, not really wanting you to touch him at the moment. “Nothing's wrong! Why do you think something's wrong?” he said, although the look in his eyes screamed that there was something wrong. He just didn't want to say it. Communication was not his forte, and you knew it, you just had to find a way to get it out of him.

“... well did I say anything to upset you recently? I'm really sorry for whatever it was, but if you could tell me, we could work it out. And it won't happen again?” you said with a gentle smile, staying on the couch. You didn't want to crowd him or anything, he needed his space.

“No, no, it wasn't something you said. It wasn't anything! Let's just drop it,” he said, his back turned to you and his arms crossed over his chest. You two hadn't had an argument yet, but in his experience, he believed that if he brought it up, everything would crumble.

His view of relationships is tainted. His parents had such a loveless marriage, that he didn't know what real relationships looked like. But his parents never brought up the bad stuff, they kept it hidden. And when it all exploded, it exploded hard. Mike didn't want there to be an explosion, so he wanted to keep his feelings to himself. He didn't want you to be upset at him.

“Mike,” you said in a soft tone, nervously tapping your thighs, “whatever it is, I want to know. I'm not dropping it until I know you're okay, and I know you're at least a little happier. If I did something wrong, you tell me, okay?”

Silence. One second. Two seconds. Five seconds. Ten seconds.

“Is it because I jokingly called you mean while we were at the arcade last week?”

More silence. Five seconds. Seven seconds.

“Was it because Max and Lucas bragged about being better than us- when they're not, for the record.”

It was deafening. Five seconds. Six seconds.

You were starting to get anxious, your stomach turning as you tried to come up with reasons. Tears filled your eyes as you tried to find out why. “... was it because I haven't come over in a couple of days because I was hanging out with El and Max?”

His head sharply turned, just a little bit to the side. It was as if he was wincing at the thought. He didn't say anything, but you could see how tense his shoulders were, and how his head slowly sunk. You found it, and you felt awful.

“Is that it?” you asked in a soft tone, slowly raising from the couch.

“Yeah, whatever. It's like every time I try to hang out with you, you're with them! We haven't had any alone time in nine days! I haven't been able to really even with you because you're with them, or we're around people, or you're busy with something else, or I'm busy! I want you to be with me more and it makes me upset when I can't be with you!” he let out, turning to you. He was a mix of mad, sad, and insecure. And you felt it.

“Sweetheart ... take a deep breath, okay? Take a step back and listen to what you're saying. I'm really sorry I haven't been here in a little while, but I won't let it happen again without warning, okay?” you said, taking a step closer to the boy. You knew he wasn't perfect, neither were you. But you could work it out.

“That doesn't change the fact that I want to spend as much time with you as possible and it sucks having to share you with all of those people!” he said, his insecurity coming through even more. He wasn't a villain, though. Just a sad boy who needs to be shown what healthy love is.

You took a deep breath, evaluating what you thought needed to be done. You two spend a lot of time together, and you probably should've expected this. It was coming, you two can't spend every waking moment together. You needed to teach him that.

“Listen to me for just a second. I swear I'm not trying to make you feel guilty but, do you realize how unreasonable that sounds? We both have our lives, and we have to live them even if we're apart. We can't stay by each other's sides 24/7, Mike ... as much as I would love for it to be, it's not possible,” you said, a soft frown on your face as you walked closer to him.

A small tear escaped from his eye, but he wiped it away with lightning speed. “... you're right. I'm sorry, you just ... you just mean a lot to me, and when we're together, I feel better. I know you're safe, and I know we're ... okay? God- I'm so fucking stupid.”

You shook your head, gently resting a hand on his cheek and tilting his head to look in your eyes. “You're not stupid, you're healing. And that's okay, we can work through it together. You've been through a lot, and I would pay a million dollars to build a time machine and go back and change it. I wish I could give you everything you wanted, but I can't. And it breaks my heart to see you upset like this. Just please listen to me, even if I'm not around all the time, I'm never gonna stop loving you.”

He took in a deep breath before wrapping his arms around you and pulling to his chest. “... you don't know how much that means to me. I ... I'm so thankful to have you, and I really don't know what on the world I would do without you,” he said softly, burying his head in your neck.

“I know, I know, and you mean the world to me darling. Just promise me that we're okay, and I'll promise you that I'll work on it? And you'll tell me when something is wrong?” you said softly, hugging him back and enjoying the embrace.

You got a soft nod as he pulled away from you, taking your hand and leading you back to the couch. He held your hand gently, taking a deep breath and he carefully kissing your knuckle. “I'll work on it, too. Promise.”

“That's all I could ask for, sweetheart.”

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #mike wheeler #mike wheeler x reader #mike wheeler stranger things #mike stranger things

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fenth-eiria · 10 months

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Pip and B were strolling through the forest and on their way to the rebuild when they heard rustling from behind them and the next thing they know there are 5 teens with their staffs pointing at the couples faces.

“We got you now old men!” One of them said, while Pip was about to massacre all of them, B had to hold him back and whisper in his ear.

“Hon. I have a better idea. Let us just defeat them and destroy their pride and egos. Does that sound alright with you?” He said quietly, so the teens couldn’t hear him. Once Pip agreed with his husband’s idea, he realized how inexperienced they were and they picked the wrong people to fight. Once giving his husband a knowing glance they both summoned their pailsmen, and defeated the teens. B swung his pailsman around and skillfully hit a few of the teens in the gut with both magic and his staff flawlessly, while Pip attached glyphs to the others with some struggle. Once all of the ringleader’s goons were defeated. The head of the gang caught Pip off guard and sent Pip flying, but before the teen could get B, he was already behind him and with great technique knocked the kid to the ground, after the fight B rushed to his husband and helped him up. Pip looked at him impressed and with respect.

“That was amazing, who taught you how to fight like that?” He asked, his husband responding with laughter.

“Quincy, and T. Now let us hurry and get to the rebuild before they wake up.” He replied, referring to the gang. Pip nodded and raced with his partner to the end of the forest before facing B and kissing him passionately on the lips. B returned the affection until they let go of each other and faced the slight clearing. They each took a deep breath before stepping out and continuing the day like nothing happened.

Later, Hunter and Vee were holding hands and Pip decided he wanted to be the cool uncle and brag to B.

“You see that? I brought them together, and they even thanked me!” He exclaimed, while his nephew growled under his breath.

B just sighed and said, “Let us just get this going, and no need to instigate a fight, Hon.” He grabbed his husband’s arm and dragged him while Pip protested.

“But! I did! Don’t you believe me?!” He whined, which made B wheeze a bit.

“This is why I love you.” He said before lifting him off the ground, planting a wet kiss on his cheek. Pip started making a funny scene out of it.

“Eww.” He said as he wiped the saliva off his cheek, His eyes went wide when he saw B smiling at him lovingly still. “What?” B just chuckled before replying.

“I love your quirks.” He admitted, which caused Pip to almost lose it. Phil never loved him as much as B does, and heck Pip knew that his husband would take a bullet for him.

“B? C…c..oul…d we you know? Later?” He asked, before adding. “I’ve never had Ice scream before.” B snickered as he found this to be adorable.

“Yes, we can, after we review the plans, and come up with a way for it to get done quicker.” He replied with a smile, before picking up the blueprints, looking them over. Pip plopped down on the floor with his arms crossed and puckered his lips. B, without looking up from the blueprints, said. “Pip. If you pout, it’s only going to slow the time it will take for us to go get ice scream.” He pointed out as crowds were looking at B then Pip then B again. One of them said,

“How many Phils and Pips are there?” They all looked shocked at the 7 Ft man that towered over almost everyone on the Boiling Isles. B just rolled his eyes before replying.

“I’m not Pip or Phil. My name is King B, and I’m from an alternate universe. Pip is my husband.” He explained the best he could, as everyone turned to Pip, who was still sitting on the floor awkwardly. The old man blushed from embarrassment before asking.

“What? Why are you all staring at me like that?” He asked in pure confusion, before B had enough and raised his voice.

“Alright, Let’s get moving!” He exclaimed, which made everyone quickly go back to what they were doing, Pip stared in shock at his husband.

“Uuummm..” Was all that came out of his mouth, before B crouched down to his level and smooched him with a smile.

“You got to know how to get them to work without looking or being like a tyrant.” He explained, which made Pip chuckle.

“What are we going to do with you?” He teased with giggles still fresh in his throat. B rolled his eyes before seeing his son, Hunter come this way.

“Hunter? Why are you here?” He asked, the young carver pointed to his father’s hair.

“Umm.. You have Flapjack in your hair, Father.” He explained, B facepalmed before remembering.

“Right, I forgot. To keep him and Waffles separated. Sorry, honey, give me a moment while I go fishing for Flapjack.” He said before reaching his whole hand in his hair to find the Cardinal palisman that was chilling. Pip looked at Hunter for a moment.

“So is Waffles a wolf palisman in your Au?” He asked while the young carver shook his head.

“No. Waffles is a bluejay, but she and Flapjack get into fights for my attention.” He explained, before B pulled the handicapped bird out of his hair, the latter gave the old man the side eye as he didn’t like being around the younger bluejay. The old king just sighed.

“Flapjack. Please, for Caleb’s sake.” He begged, to which the cardinal finally chirped in agreement. Pip just stared at Flapjack, while the cardinal got up to his face and stared back, after it went on for 5 minutes, B cleared his throat really loudly on purpose, causing them both to fall to the ground. Pip poked his head up with a flat face while B looked smugged at him.

“I was having a moment, B!!” The old man exclaimed as his husband rolled his eyes.

“I see that but we have work to do, remember?” He reminded his spouse, who crossed his arms, puckered his lip and stared up in the sky.

“Why?” He demanded lightly from his husband.

“Because you vented to me, Quincy, T, and Hettie about how work was not getting done, and now that I’m over here helping, you are throwing a cute fit about how I’m trying to get you to help, which is exactly what I am trying to do.” He explained gently as he laid down next to Pip. “If you are wanting to watch clouds for a moment, you can but we have to get back to work.” All Pip did was nod before looking at B with a loving smile.

“I am weird, aren’t I?” He said randomly, which provoked B to take his hand and rub it.

“We both are weird. Remember the time you said there was a sand witch on the horizon and asked if they were pepperoni , ham, or turkey?” He pointed out, chuckling at himself for the embarrassing incident. “When you corrected me, I assumed you thought I was stupid and weird.” He sighed, which made Pip shake his head while he was still laying down in the dirt.

“No. I just now know that I’m not the only one.” He gave a warm grin, before turning his attention back to the clouds and proceeded to do some cloud watching with his husband.

@the-epileptic-toh-blog

I really hope you like this XD

#toh king b #toh pip #toh hunter #toh flapjack #toh waffles #toh vee #not twin rulers au #not tr canon #fanfic

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the-void-writes · 2 years

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❛ you know you love me. ❜

:3 ❤️❤️

@bloodlessheirbyjacques

@bloodlessheirbyjacques This turned out to be a lot of fun 😁 Thank you ❤️❤️❤️ Get ready for Gazali, Frank, and fun times in outer space 🤣

Warning: 18+ only

“You know you love me.”

Sometimes, it really did pay to be a celestial king. Gazali looked around at his personal bubble of space, spinning the cosmos around him with the flick of his hands. Stars fell towards him in fine lines, like drops of dew on a web, until he was holding ropes of pure stardust. Of course, the most magnificent view was Frank’s expression of awe and curiosity, bathed in the yellow and blue of the universe.

“Gaz,” Frank stuttered, “I’m just a doctor. This— This is for gods.”

The king chuckled. “You are my betrothed, Frank. By technicality, you will be a god. I mean, you already look like one.”

“Gaz—” Frank stuffed his hands under his glasses. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Oh, come on. You know you love me.” Gazali smiled coily. “Just as much as I love you.”

Frank whined into his hands, making Gazali laugh as he leaned back on the cloud.

“Do you need a minute?”

“No, I can do it.”

“Frankie, you know what I need to hear.”

Frank bit his lip. They were working hard to get him comfortable with admitting what he wanted, which he appreciated, but having to say it was like having to dress down at a pool. The vulnerability messed with him more than anything, though the private observatory was good for calming his nerves. Just him and Gazali on a cloud in space… it sounded like heaven. He took a breath and released the words he was keeping in his throat.

“Gaz,” he said, “I want you to tie me up— or however this works.”

The king smiled. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, hon. I mean, this is the ultimate bragging-right.”

Gazali laughed and knelt forward on the cloud. The starlight flew from his hands around Frank’s wrists, hoisting them into the air. He gasped at the sudden movement, watching the line go on for miles above them.

“Is it secure?” Gazali asked.

Frank tugged on the string of light, laughing slightly when it actually stayed in place. It didn’t feel tight, though. The sensation was more like sunlight in spring.

“This is so trippy,” Frank said.

“Is it too much?”

“No, not at all! It’s just… different.”

Gazali cupped his face. “Don’t worry, my dear. I will try to keep it pleasurable.”

Even in the blue light of the sky, he could tell Frank’s face was red. Gazali was gentle while unbuttoning his shirt for him, pulling the sleeves over his arms through the bonds. Frank’s jaw dropped.

“Okay, how the hell—”

“Magic, my love. It’s all under my control—” Gazali smiled sincerely. “And I am under your control.”

Frank hid his face in his raised arm, but Gazali brought him back out to remove his glasses, trying not to melt at the way the universe shimmered in his eyes. His fingers trailed down Frank’s chest, making him shudder.

“Where can I start?” Gazali asked.

“Anywhere,” Frank whispered, growing restless under his touch. “Just keep your hands on me, please.”

“With pleasure, my dear.”

He undid the rest of their garments, and before Frank could question the slight breeze in space, he jolted as Gazali slid into him. The king kissed his neck and rocked against him gently, while his hands scratched delicately down Frank’s back. Frank shuddered in delight.

“Gaz,” he gasped, “yes.”

The king’s lips curled against his neck. “You’re adorable, Frankie.”

“No, I’m not—”

He cut himself off with a yelp as Gazali moved a tad faster.

“See?” Gaz trembled. “Adorable.”

“You’re just— That’s— Ah, god!”

Frank couldn’t argue anymore. His head was swimming in stars… literally. He tugged slightly on the line of stars, and that secret part of him was even more pleased when it didn’t budge. The resignation of control, the urge to stop worrying and let Gazali care for him, everything was pushing him further to his limit. Thankfully, his king was eager to work for it properly.

Gazali reached out his hand, and a single star fell into it. He held it against Frank’s cheek so he could feel it. The best way to describe it was like a metal brush combined with the intense fizz of hot carbonated water. It set his nerves on fire in the most satisfying way, as proved by his quickening pulse and moans.

“Is this good?” Gazali asked.

“It’s amazing.”

He squirmed impatiently as Gazali trailed it slowly down his torso, stopping before it could reach where he desperately wanted it. The king smirked at him, though he was also losing his composure with how Frank squirmed against him.

“Are you ready?” His deep voice teased his ears.

“Yes, Gaz, please.”

The king granted him mercy, easing the star down between them. Frank gasped and shook.

“Oh god, thank you.”

“Thank you—” Gazali inhaled sharply. “Oh, I love you.”

It was just what Frank needed; the restraints, the rough and hot sensation, and Gazali pressed against him, grunting into his shoulder. Frank started to convulse.

“Gaz— Gaz!”

His vision grew slightly spotty as he jolted one last time. The noise he made was enough to send Gazali over the edge, making Frank shiver with ecstasy. The stars around his wrist floated away into separate stars again, and the one between them simply evaporated into cosmic dust. Frank let gravity bring him down into Gazali’s chest, where the king’s warm arms surrounded him.

“Frankie?” Gazali whispered sweetly. “Are you okay?”

Frank laughed shakily. “Gaz, if I can manage to say it again… can we go up here all the time?”

Gazali grinned and kissed him. “Of course, my love.”

They laid there together, catching their breath as the stars continued to spin. Frank ran his fingers through Gazali’s dreads with a huge smile on his face. It was a magnificent night, and the king could hardly wait for the one they would share after the wedding. He would make it perfect, for his beloved husband and future king. Gazali kissed the side of Frank’s head, forever grateful that Paradise had brought them together.

#spicy writing stuff #void spice

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jurassic-park-inthe-world · 1 year

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Raptor Girl (Jurassic World)

Third P. POV

The Grady family was growing. First there was the parents, Owen and Claire. Then, there was Maisie, their adopted daughter, who was 16. Then Rose, their actual daughter, who'd inherited her mother's freckles and her father's blonde hair. Then Blue, a Velociraptor, and her daughter, Beta. that was it, as far as now.

Nothing ever really seemed...off about Rose. Nothing major, like a health issue, or a mental issue. Nothing physical, either, but from some hidden gene, she was able to talk to Blue and Beta, and when I say talk, I mean talk. She was one of them, because she spoke like one of them--even though she said human words, the Raptor pair understood her like she was a Raptor, too.

Claire and Owen have tried for many years to figure out what made her able to communicate with Blue and beta. Finally, Henry Wu admitted to something: when Claire was hurt, he'd put her under to fix her. But, due to a request from some higher-ups ,he'd placed a half-human, half-raptor child in her, as well. Owen was beyond pissed, and he had taken the situation at hand, basically sending Wu to the hospital, but there was nothing they could do, and Claire and Owen refused to give her up just because of what she was or how she came to be.

Her nickname was Raptor Girl. That's the name Ian Malcolm gave her, anyways, and it stuck. the only other thing she'd really respond to was her name. She spent most of her time outside, talking to the Raptors and running around with them. She didn't have their speed, but she had their eyesight, their senses, and their intelligent minds. Owen was proud of the daughter he'd been raising.

In turn, Maisie bragged about her sister, how she was really smart, but she never said anything, out of safety, about Rose's animal-talks. She knew that if someone were to hear, they would steal Rose in a heartbeat, and they'd never see her again.

Late one night, Rose was curled up in bed, Owen reading her a story, when she placed her small hand on the book, pushed it down, and said, "Papa?" "Yeah, hon?" He asked. His eyes were itchy from tiredness, but he swore to finish the book. They were almost done, and---

"Is Blue dying?" He blinked. If anything, that's not what he expected her to say. "Um...why do you ask, baby?" He shifted, getting more comfy, and Rose said, "She told me she's getting old. Does that mean she's gonna die?" She whispered, playing with the fringe on her blanket. Owen wasn't sure how to reply, so he kept it basic. "Yeah, she will, eventually. Nobody lives forever, honey. But even if she does go, she's always gonna be with us, remember?" "In our hearts and soul," Rose said, a teaching of her father. Owen smiled. "That's right. Let's finish this, okay?" "Okay, Papa." At the end, she was already asleep, so he tucked her in, turning off her light. "Night, Raptor Girl," he whispered, shutting her door. When he got to his and Claire's room, she frowned at the sad look on her husband's face. "What's wrong?" "she said Blue told her that..." He shook his head. "Blue said she was getting old. I think she's dying, hon, and I'm really scared right now." He sat on the bed, and Claire shut her book, carefully laying on Owen. "I'm so scared. She's always been with me, Claire. What am I gonna do without her?" He bit his lip, frowning deeply, and she sighed, moving closer. Her hand dipped under the collar of his shirt, rubbing idle circles on his chest. "You'll live. You know no one lives forever, you taught Rose that. But even if she's gone, she'll be with us, and we can take care of Beta if we have to." Owen chuckled. "Yeah...goodnight, hon." She smiled, already half-asleep. "Goodnight, Owen."

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hunbun03 · 2 years

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👉👈 hey so I saw the one with the ghost boys and the squirting and I gotta say. Brilliant work.

If you do write for house if wax... Could I get an s/o that flusters easily and squirts easily with Bo? If not, I'll take the same with ol Mikey?

𝙰𝚑𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝!!! 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚖 such 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚘𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 a lil 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖, 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝙸 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚊 a lil of 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑? I think 𝚢𝚘𝚞'll 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛 <𝟹

𝚙𝚕𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚋𝚘𝚡 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 <𝟹 <3

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 b𝚘: roughly like 3k words 𝚊𝚢𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚒 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚘, 𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?? 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚗 :)

beep beep warning beep beep: smut smut n more smut, forced orgasms, degradation, humiliation, roughness, dumbification a lil, teasing, knife!!, being held down, being spat on, size kink, cunnilingus, creampies, fingering, unprotected sex, threats, marking, grinding, public-ish place?? ,over-stimulation, intense eye contact while fucking, Afab reader, more feminine pet names, Bo being a cocky bitch, ya know it is!

𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚕𝚒𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 <𝟹:

Bo Sinclair:

Congrats, you only fueled his ego more!

He loves it when you get all red in the face especially in front of the male tourists.

You playfully slap his thigh, thinking that'll make him cool off a bit lol it won't but nice try.

He'll make sure to whisper something absolutely filthy in your ear when you're talking to one, only to see you stammer and chew on words in front of them, your lil head full of dirty lil thoughts.

It gives him such a damn rush to see how easily he could make you like this.

As for squirting, oh boy you're in for a long looooooong night!

First time you did it- he was hooked

It filled him with such a desire/drive to see you do it again

and again

Soon enough, your both soaked, you're seeing stars and bo is chuckling.

but he isn't done for the night-

Honestly, he might even bring it up as a bragging point only to fluster you more, rip

good luck hon. you're gonna need it.

𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝙾𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝙼𝚢 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 <3:

You found yourself in the kitchen with your cheeks all red, maybe it was from the Louisiana summer or was it from Bo? All those little things he said in front the visitors, pressed up against you. His growing erection right against your ass, the even littler things he whispered in your ear, his breath was just as hot as your cheeks are now. It stuck with ya, running around in your head but showed itself on your face.

Soon you buried your face in your hands, resting up against the counter with your foot tapping on the tile. You breathed out a soft. “fuck,” cursing your brain for dwelling on each and every word.

heavens forbid Bo walks in on ya.

“Darlin’ I’m home!” Speak of the devil, Bo’s voice echoed through the house, followed by the sound of the screen-door. The muscles in your face twitched and scrunched up a bit in response, curse these thin fucking walls.

Bo’s brows furrowed when he didn’t get a response from you. “Baby-doll, Ya good?”

You picked your face up from your hands, gathering all of the nerves you had left just to shout back, “Welcome back babe! I’m all good! “ Your voice was shaky which made a deep pit form in his stomach, twisting and knotting itself up. Soon, you heard his heavy footsteps on their way to the kitchen, making the floorboards creak and groan.

He was at the doorway in record time, gripping tightly onto the frame, his knuckles white. The worry he once had melted away immediately, seeing the blushing mess that you were now, no wonder you were shaky. A small smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth. He let his body relax a bit while one of his hands loosened his belt. The jangle of the metal make your pussy twitch. He chuckled.

He read you like a book just based on your actions but he played dumb, “Darlin’ dont tell me that ya uh.. still hung up on what I said, right?” His voice was teasing, he laid his accent on thick. he knew how your body, well mostly your pussy reacted to it.

he made his way over to you, the smirk stretched itself wider on his lips.

fuck, he knew, Of course he knew. Your breath hitched itself up into your throat, your hands going to cover the now worsening blush but Bo grabbed each of them, pinning them down at your sides. “Don’t hide that pretty little face from me, baby” He seemingly purred, placing his knee in-between your thighs.

you were pinned there, you and him knew that you weren’t gonna fight back. so you stayed, sitting pretty.

Bo watched the blush on your face spread all the way up to the tips of your ears and how you averted your eyes every time he tried to make eye contact with you. He let go of your right hand but leaned more into you instead, his body weight kept you pinned, not like you were gonna move anyways. The kitchen counter making an indent into the skin of your back as it pressed against it, hard.

He reached, grabbing your face with his hand, forcing you to look at him finally. He had the biggest grin and a fire lit in his eyes. He looked like a man, possessed. It terrified you to no end but it also lit the same fire, it showing on your cheeks once more.

“Now Now.. dont make a hardworking man beg sugar~” His voice was like butter but it made only you melt, right in front of his eyes too. “Did my little teasing effect you this bad baby~ I bet you’re reeeal wet right now, huh?”

a needy look flashed on your face before the slight embarrassment hooked its teeth in. Your eyes went to look anywhere but your darling Bo, the peeling wallpaper, the fridge, the open door...Oh fuck, his brothers could walk in. “I-I” You were about to mention it but His knee pushed against your clothed pussy and your brain rattled, shaking every single thought out of it besides him, god, you wanted him so bad you could taste it in-between your teeth.

“Tell me little punk.i wont ask ya again”

His tone plus the knee pressed on your clit, you and him both knew it was a threat along the lines of ‘You better answer or you’re in for a long night.’

You couldnt speak or even think for that matter and his deep rumbling chuckles didn’t help you in the slightest, it only added logs to the fire that you felt on your cheeks. a broken up breath in was all you needed to think clearly as your eyes found their way back to Bo’s intense gaze, his eyes burning with a deep desire.

“y...ye...yes. I’m all flustered.” You stuttered the words out, each one oafishly falling off of your tongue. your answer was met with Bo grinding his knee slowly into your cunt.

slow. it was so fucking slow.

“Who got you all flustered, sweet thang? was it those tourists?” Bo asked. He let your face go but the grip marks from his hand stayed. your unpinned hand held onto his thigh, squeezing it terribly hard.

He knew he made you like this. He knew how much your pussy craves him but he wanted to hear you admit to it right here in the kitchen.

A surprised sharp moan left your mouth, it sounded more of a squeak than a moan, “You! You! Darlin’ only you!” you answered quickly in hopes he would speed up.

he was amused, now speeding up his knee, it pressed itself into your clit which made a familiar knot in your stomach tightened. Bo smirked, seeing your reaction, A long whine ripped itself out from your lungs when he slowed down once more but thankfully he started them up again this time, pressing harder into your throbbing clit.

God, it felt like heaven.

“Good girl~”

With his praises maybe it was heaven.

This went on for about 2 minutes, with Bo bent down, his body surrounding you, drowning you but honestly you did not care. His soft praises were like a nice tall glass of beer, intoxicating, you just sat there pressed into the kitchen counter, enjoying grinding yourself back onto his knee. His praises rang throughout your head, until they were cut off with a soft,

“Ohh darling.” Bo pulled away himself and his knee, much to your displeasure. he grabbed hold of your chin, making you look towards the knee you enjoyed so much, there was a pool of juices. right on his work jeans. “Why dont you look at that? He fought off a smug giggle.

Thoughts finally settled like dust and the thought of you leaving that big spot sank it, eyes widened in up embarrassment and before you could stutter up an apology. Bo had hoisted you up onto the counter, finally giving your back a lil break.

Bo’s lips turned from a smirk to a genuine smile but he had to feign annoyance, “Dammit baby how am I gonna explain this to the tourists?” He teased while he leaned into you once more, and your legs squeezed his hips, that was all you could do, your tongue tied and brain jumbled but your body knew well.

Bo tsked underneath his breath, bringing your body closer into his own. He hummed against your neck, his mouth finding itself in the crook of it, he placed sloppy kisses that felt more like bites.

meanwhile you felt your face heat up once more, your brain scrambling to put a sentence together, the best it could do for you was “I.. I... dunno” your voice was your biggest give-away of you being flustered, sounding like a deer in headlights and it turned on Bo even more.

“I... I?” He mocked you in-between spreading marks on your neck. “Should I just tell them that my girlfriend did this?”

The way you tensed up underneath him almost made him groan into your neck, almost. He stopped his rough kisses.

“My sexy girlfriend rubbed herself against my knee? god, she almost came~” His teases and tone made your brain overheat, you really couldn’t think now and he knew it by the look in your eyes. “Just because of me just doing thiss~”

This time he pressed his thigh into your needy cunt, not moving it. The muscles in your legs tensed up around him. He watched your face twisted into a pleading look and a choked out moan came out while another puddle worked itself into his work jeans.

The smiled turned into a proud grin, proud of what he could make you into. He slowly so very slowly pulled his leg back and your hands grabbed onto his shoulders for support, your own thighs now twitching. nails digging through his work shirt and into his skin.

A loud groan erupted from his throat and the weak little moan that uttered from you knocked him over the edge, his eyes boring into yours. watching you closely as he hastily pulled your skirt down, your panties coming off with it.

“Bo please fuck me.. I.. I need you. I needed you all day.” You confessed quickly, your body craving him so bad, another touch of his and you might cum.

“That’s all i wanted baby, ya see?”

You gave him an enthusiastic nod which made him bite his lower lip, compliance was the way to go for him always.

He leaned his head onto your bruised and bitten neck as his hands went to undo his pants. He was the one who couldn’t think now, he wanted to fuck his aching cock into you so damn bad. wanted to feel your hot little pussy around his cock, twitching while you cu-

“Fuck” he growled to himself while he begrudging pulled away. it drew a pathetic little please from you.

Bo dropped to his knees on the hard tile resembling a sinner in church. his eyes at the same level as your already dripping cunt, the sight made his mouth water.

Those strong hands of his, brought your pussy to his waiting mouth where he ate like a man starved, feasting on your cunt. His tongue reached deep into you, the walls of your pussy twitching on his tongue, sucking it in and then pushing it out. instinctively, your hips bucking, trying to ride his mouth but his hands that gripped onto your thighs made you stay put.

All you could do was sit there and moan, somewhat cheering him on with the noises you made as he fucked you with his tongue. “Good god! fuck bo!” You didn’t realized that you were speaking, urging him on.

The knot only tightened when his tongue and sucking lips found that throbbing clit of yours. His groans filled your cunt while your pathetic little sounds found filled his ears.

“Bo..bo..bo! I might cumm, god, I might cum!” The tone of your voice was pathetic, how you tried to fuck yourself back onto him was pathetic and how your pussy throbbed just by moaning his name was pathetic.

he fucking loved it

he fucking craved it

Another long moan passed your lips, sounding almost guttural as he stuffed two fingers into your drooling cunt. He lifted his head up to see just how much of a mess you were right now, how close you were to falling off of the edge. He pushed into that spongy spot and watched how your body reacted it with a wide grin.

you almost came right then but somehow you found the strength not to, much to his dismay.

“Come on darlin’~ fucking cum you know you want to.” His voice was rough and so was his fingers, punishing your poor g-spot with cruel presses into it. “Look at me baby, I wanna see your face while I make you cum, got it?”

following orders, you lifted your head to look at right at him, drool dripping off of your bottom look. you were so so close to cumming and he could tell.

Bo sped up his fingers, reaching deeper into you, stretching you with his two fingers, when his thumb started pushing, grinding itself onto your clit that was when the knot snapped.

You squealed, shaking the entire kitchen with it. You saw white and continued to do so for a bit coming off of your high, slumped against the cabinet, completely out of it until you heard a familiar chuckle, a rather smug chuckle.

Bo was licking his fingers and thumb clean, “Goddamn~ love.” His whispered mostly to himself but he saw you looking at him. His face was drenched with your squirt.

immediately your face turned a bright red over the flushed look your body already had.

Bo tsked as he stood up once ore, finally undoing his belt, you heard the metal on it clang against the tile. “You’re gonna do that on my cock, ya hear?” all you could do was nod.

He pressed the head of his cock right against your needy opening. His eyes looking into yours before he thrust deep, stretching your little pussy on his cock in one go.

Both of you moaned together, your bodies falling onto each other. Bo’s face back into your bruised neck and your nails finding themselves into those indents from earlier. It took a second for both of y’all to recuperate,

Bo finally rocked his hips, pumping into your sweet little pussy while his mouth suck and bite onto the already marked skin. Weak little noises crawled out of your throat, you fucked yourself back onto him and this time he didn’t hold you still

You two wanted to cum so bad, fucking each other. Bo thrusts were getting rough, his cock jamming itself into your g-spot and soon that knot came back sooner than you expected.

Bo was murmuring utter nonsense into your neck, his accent the thickest you ever heard it before. he fucked into you hard, stuffing you full of cock. The need to see you squirt was the only thing keeping him from pumping you full of cum right now especially how your pussy was milking him.

“B...bo fuck fuck fuck!” You saw white again, it felt like your body was taking a screenshot while bo grunted, flooding your pussy with two loads worth of cum. seeing you squirt was enough to send him over the edge.

“Good girl.. good girl..” he grunted into your neck, still thrusting his cum into you.

“I love you bo. “ you whispered to him when you came off of your high for the second time,

“i love you too.” bo placed a sweet kiss onto your lips, you kissed him back just as sweet. A little moan enter the kiss when you felt him thrust into you once more.

He wanted to see you squirt just one more time.

<𝟹 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 <𝟹:

Micheal Meyers:

He wasn’t entirely aware of his effect on you, he was mostly confused.

Why were you gripping on him tighter

Why were you burying your face in his arm when he looked at you in a certain way

When you mustered enough courage to tell him, he did it more often

on purpose now-

He would bring you up to him, comparing how small you were compared to his like 6′0 to 6′9 frame (Look there is a lot of different answers to how tall he is, just pick a height you like lol)

He would look down at you with his intense eyes, seemingly fucking you with them while you two stood in line for food.

speaking of that day, you couldn’t even speak to order food. Mikey had to sign for you both.

Squirting, well pee-paw mike was surprised at first, thinking that it was a weird.

until you did it more and more.

If hes fucking you and you squirted- golly gee, hes fucking into you harder

possibly making you cum/squirt even more now.

thanks micheal

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Bartender [part 1 of the Bartender little series]

aged up!Camilo Madrigal x fem!reader

she/her for the reader & he/him for Camilo

!the drinking age in Colombia is eighteen years old, that’s why Camilo, Mirabel and Y/N are aged up!

fluff, a bit of angst

takes place three years post-canon

word count: 7294

!english isn’t my first language, so there can be some grammar mistakes that I am sorry for in advance!

MASTERLIST

“Goodnight” (part 2) // “Surprise” (part 3)

“Congratulations, Dolores. I’m so happy for you, you look absolutely stunning.”

Y/N kissed Dolores’ cheek. The latter smiled brightly. The freshly wedded couple had just arrived back at the Casita where the party was supposed to be taking place. Dolores wiped her hands against her white dress. She cupped the material in her hands, which caused the skirt lift a bit. Her lips curved into a smile as the realization that she was now a wife slowly dawned on her. Not a girlfriend, not a fiancée, not a bride. A wife.

“Thank you, Y/N.” she grabbed the teen’s hands with her own. She held them tightly and let out a shaky breath.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Just still in shock that it actually happened.” Dolores let out a chuckle with tears forming in her eyes. “I’m not dreaming, am I? Y/N?”

“I assure you, you’re not, hon,” Y/N laughed. “You got married and it was beautiful.”

“Yeah, even mamá didn’t cry. I was a little stressed when I saw the clouds, but fortunately, she held it in.” Dolores’ voice was quiet but fast. “I gotta thank her, I’ll give her a big kiss on the cheek, you know?”

Y/N lightly shook the young woman’s hands to bring her back to the ground as she noticed she was starting to ramble. “See? But if it was a dream, I’d be really flattered you were dreaming of me.” Y/N elbowed the girl smirking slightly. Dolores giggled at that.

The tension in her shoulders disappeared. She felt her breathing come back to its regular pattern. She looked at the teen girl with a genuine and sweet smile.

“Thank you,”

“Yeah.” Y/N returned the gesture. “Now, go to your husband. Unlike Pepa, he probably couldn’t keep the happy tears in.”

Dolores nodded and she left looking for her groom. Her ear sticking out in hopes of hearing the tears of ecstasy.

Y/N watched her friend walk away. Her eyes lingered on the veil before they moved to the various embroidered decorations at the bottom of her skirt. White like the rest of the creation, so they wouldn’t take the attention from the one wearing it. Still, it was a nice touch. “What a beautiful bride,” she whispered to herself.

She was brought back from her trance when she felt someone tugging at her dress. She looked down.

“Hola, Antonio,” she greeted the youngest Madrigal. “What’s up? Are you asking me to dance with you?”

Antonio’s eyes widened like he realized something big. “Wait, can I?” the kid asked, excitement appearing in his eyes.

“If you want to. I know what a fabulous dancer you are, so I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep up though.” Y/N kneeled in front of the eight-year-old. Antonio smiled at her, but then shook his head.

“Ay, maybe later. My toucan told me that Mirabel is looking for you,” he said and grabbed Y/N’s hand pulling her towards the minibar, where his cousin was sitting.

Y/N yelped. Antonio had a surprisingly strong grip for a kid.

Mirabel smiled at the sight. It was very amusing to see her friend being tugged harshly by her little primo.

“Fancy seeing you here.” she greeted her.

“Don’t hog her for too long, okay?” Antonio pleaded and run off. Probably on his way to brag to his mamá about finding a new potential dance partner. Y/N and Mirabel exchanged looks before laughing wholeheartedly at the cute interaction. Y/N sat down on a stool next to the Madrigal girl. She spun around on it, which only caused Mirabel to roll her eyes. Y/N dramatically stopped and rested her elbow on the counter of the mini bar.

“Alright, amiga. Why did you summon me?”

“You’re funny,” Mirabel scoffed. “I just wanted to talk to my friend, seeing how I haven’t hung out with her for almost six months.”

“Missed me much, I see?” Y/N smirked. “God, you can’t live without me.”

Mirabel smacked her forehead with a snicker. “Shut up.”

Y/N laughed. Mirabel grabbed a drink that was standing on the bar, motioning to the bartender to make one for her friend as well.

“Y’all did a hell of a job. That was a beautiful wedding,” Y/N complimented. Mirabel nodded with a smile.

“Yep, we sure did.” she shook her glass looking at the swirling liquid. “I’m starting to think our family’s gift is just the ability to organize fancy parties.”

Y/N grinned. The bartender put her drink in front of her. She thanked him with a smile before bringing the glass to her lips.

Bitter. She thought.

Having just turned eighteen, she still wasn’t used to the taste of alcoholic drinks.

“Jeez, look at Abuela.” Mirabel pointed at her grandma who, despite being a seventy-year-old woman, was stealing the spotlight on the dance floor. Her son-in-law Félix was hyping her up. “She loves these things. Whenever there’s an occasion, she’ll make sure to celebrate as big as possible.”

“I still remember the party for the birth of Muñoz’ fifth child. She got the whole town involved,” Y/N added. “She made Isa grow flowers everywhere, and I mean everywhere. I was coughing petals for at least a week afterwards.”

Mirabel chuckled, putting her glass down. “See? I’ll be surprised if after today, she won’t stop fantasizing about another wedding for one of her grandkids,”

Y/N turned to stare at Mirabel. She put her glass down as well. “You think she’ll try and set up one of you? After what happened to Isa?”

“Maybe. After all, Mariano did marry a Madrigal, so she got what she wanted,”

Y/N hummed, she looked around in thought.

“No, I know that look. What are you thinking?” Mirabel sighed.

“Nothing!” Y/N exclaimed almost offended. “Just wondering who’ll be her next target.”

Mirabel’s eyes widened. She smirked.

“Ooh, okay. This could be fun.” she moved her stool closer to Y/N. “Let’s see, Dolores is already wedded so that leaves us with five kids.”

“Four. She’s not gonna set up an eight-year-old, for Christ’s sake,” Y/N pointed out. Mirabel nodded.

“Right. Although, if you think about it, Antonio will probably get married before Camilo,”

Y/N opened her mouth to ask why she thought that way, but was interrupted by the bartender loudly clearing his throat. The girls turned to look at him confused. The man looked around flustered before going back to cleaning the glasses. Y/N noticed his furrowed brows. What’s got him so mad?

“Why?” she turned back to Mirabel, ignoring the barman.

“Please, Antonio may be younger, but he’s twice as mature as his older brother,”

Y/N opened her mouth, but quickly closed it when she realized she didn’t have a counterargument. “Yep, I suppose you’re right,”

They heard a scoff next to them. They eyed the bartender, before looking at each other. Mirabel set Y/N a look that said what is up with this guy? To what Y/N responded with her eyes, no clue, hon.

“Okay…” Mirabel trailed back to their conversation. “We can cross out Isa too. I think Abuela learned that it’s better to let her be.”

Y/N nodded in agreement. “Luisa? I can’t really picture that, if I’m being honest.”

“Agreed. Men are scared of her.”

“As they should. But what about women?”

The girls looked at each other and Mirabel pressed her lips into a thin line. She tapped her chin lost in thought. “You know what? We’ll keep this one as a maybe.”

“You?”

“Me? Abuela won’t get anything out of this. I’m gift-less remember?” Mirabel snickered.

“She’ll get a wedding, right? Isn’t that what we’re talking about?” Y/N shrugged. “Besides, you have plenty of gifts.”

Mirabel looked at her with squinted eyes, indicating she wanted the girl to elaborate.

“You can sing, dance, sew. I mean Dolores’ dress? A work of art.” Y/N exclaimed.

Mirabel smiled gratefully. A few weeks back, Dolores had asked her to touch up her mother’s old wedding dress. She had told her that she wanted to bring a piece of everyone with her as she walks down the aisle. Dolores had always thought that Mirabel’s skirt is a lovely way to always have loved ones close to her, so she decided she wanted something similar on the most important dress of her life. When Mirabel heard all that, she cried. She cried for an hour. Out of all the finest tailors in Encanto, she picked Mirabel, her youngest prima. So touching. Mirabel had never put so much love in embroidery. She used only white thread to sew a little something that represented each member of the family. The decorations could be seen along the bottom of the dress, it’s sleeves and neckline. Such a simple detail, but made the whole dress so much more unique and meaningful. Dolores had never hugged anyone so tightly in her life as she had Mirabel when she showed her the finished product.

“Thank you, amiga, but still I don’t think Abuela’s making me get married anytime soon.”

Y/N shrugged as if to say you never know, but didn’t say anything else.

“So that leaves…” Mirabel wondered. She furrowed her brows and started counting her siblings and cousins on her fingers. “… no one.”

The girls looked at each other, before covering their mouths in laughter.

“No wonder Abuela’s going all in on the dance floor tonight. I think, just like us, she figured this is the last wedding in a long time.” Y/N said in between chuckles. Mirabel wiped a tear from her eye. “Yeah-“

“Okay, that’s enough!”

For the third time that night, Y/N’s and Mirabel’s heads snapped towards the bartender. Their expressions quickly changed from annoyed to horrified, when the man turned and in his place stood no other than the family’s shapeshifter.

“I am perfectly capable of marrying someone!” he exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at his cousin.Y/N was shocked and so was Mirabel. They didn’t respond for a whole minute. They looked at each other with fear in their eyes. “And I’m not immature!” Camilo continued.

Mirabel snickered at that, her usual smile reappearing on her features. “Said the guy, who just eavesdropped our whole conversation pretending to be a barman,”

After the initial shock, Y/N squinted her eyes. She suspiciously eyed the Madrigal boy and then moved her eyes to the drinks he apparently made. Her eyes widened in realization when she noticed the lack of liquid in the glasses.

“Oh, I don’t think he did that so he could eavesdrop,” she said picking up her glass. Mirabel eyed the glass she was holding and then looked at her own. Her eyebrows shot up.

“Camilo! Have you been stealing the drinks?!” she yelled, barely containing her anger. Camilo bit his lip and looked around for an escape. Before the girls could react, he shifted into a little boy and started running. He didn’t get far as Y/N swiftly grabbed his collar and yanked him towards her. She sat little-boy-Camilo on her lap. Mirabel eyed him. “What the hell, Camilo?”

“Okay, sorry jeez. I just wanted to test my bartending skills. Turns out I’m pretty good and the drinks were tasty. You just left yours there, not paying attention, so I went for it,” he explained with a sigh.

Y/N had to contain her smile because even though she knew it was Camilo, all she saw was a little boy talking about bartending.

“Are you drunk?” Mirabel asked. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

Camilo swatted her hands out of his face in annoyance. “I’m not drunk! And keep it down, okay? My sister has super hearing for Christ’s sake.”

“So you’re sober?” Y/N chimed in. Little-boy-Camilo nodded. “Okay… Even if I do this?” she asked cheekily.

Before Camilo could ask what she meant by that, Y/N bounced her legs up and down a bit. Camilo grabbed the counter of the bar.

“Stop that,” he pleaded and Y/N obeyed, yet was still grinning. “Fine, I’m a little dizzy, but other than that I’m feeling great! Back to the marriage thing,” Camilo shifted back into his usual self, remaining on Y/N’s lap. “I’m willing to bet I’ll be the next one at the altar.”

Mirabel scoffed and Y/N was too busy registering the position she found herself in. Her breath hitched, She couldn’t help but notice Camilo was really light. She didn’t even try to push him off of her lap, seeing how comfortable he has made himself.

“Right, you’ve never dated anyone in your entire life,” Mirabel pointed out.

Camilo shrugged. “Dating’s overrated. I’m a Madrigal, I can just come up to someone, pop the question and boom! Marriage,” he said almost hitting Y/N with his wild gestures. She caught his hand just in time before it collided with her face.

Only then did Camilo notice that he was still on her lap. Yet instead of getting off, he smiled mischievously. Y/N inhaled sharply through her nose, mentally preparing for some nonsense to come out of Camilo’s mouth. Camilo turned back to his cousin.

“Like Y/N over here, see? I bet she’d say yes if I proposed,”

“What the fu-“ Y/N started.

“Are you nuts?” Mirabel exclaimed at the same time. Camilo laughed clutching his stomach.

“Think about this though, she has no reason to decline,” he started explaining after gaining back his composure. “You two will see each other every day, Y/N will gain some recognition in the village and she’ll marry someone she’s attracted to.”

Mirabel choked on her spit. Y/N coughed to hide her red cheeks that warmed up due to the embarrassment she was feeling.

“Who told you I’m attracted to you?” she asked. “I’m not.”

Camilo looked at her with a smirk and leaned closer. “Then why am I still on your lap, mi vida?” he asked with a low voice and that stupid smile. “I believe you have a little crush on me,”

Y/N pressed her lips into a thin line and looked at him unamused. “Well, I believe you’re drunker than you think,” she said and with one swift movement pushed him off of her lap. Camilo yelped and stumbled in his step, but managed to not fall onto the floor. He laughed to cover his flustered state and crossed his arms looking at Y/N. The girl stared him down with visible frustration on her face.

Then, in the corner of her eye, she spotted Antonio who waved at her. She turned to Camilo. “Lovely chat, but I gotta go. You know, the other, more mature, Madrigal boy is waiting for me.” she smiled fakely and made her way towards Antonio. She promised him a dance, after all, right?

Camilo scoffed, looking at her figure.

“I’m willing to take that bet. I have a feeling I’ll win, primo.” Mirabel said, elbowing Camilo and following Y/N. She quickly found her sisters and joined them on the dance floor.

Camilo rolled his eyes. Dusting himself off, he went back to the minibar.

—

“Come on, Y/N. One more song, please?” Antonio pleaded the older girl.

Y/N left the dance floor. She rested her hands on her knees, trying to catch a breath. Her body hadn’t stopped moving for fifteen songs before the exhaustion finally caught up with her. Her legs felt like jelly, she couldn’t lift her arms and she was in desperate need of a chair and a glass of water. She was absolutely worn out. Her dance partner, on the other hand, was looking better than ever. She couldn’t spot a single drop of sweat on his face. He looked like he could go on forever. Antonio could store so much energy inside that little body of his that it was honestly scaring Y/N.

“Not a chance, Toñito. That is, unless you want me to pass out in the middle of the room?” she chuckled lightly. She put a hand on her rib where she felt a cramp forming. She lifted her head a bit by doing so and her gaze just so happened to lay on the main characters of the night. Dolores’ arms were tightly wrapped around one of her partner’s. Her head rested on his shoulder as she watched the party with dreamy eyes. Mariano also had a dreamy look on his face, but his was directed at his wife.

Cute. Y/N thought.

“How about you ask your sister to dance?” she smiled at the boy.

He followed her gaze, standing on his tiptoes to see his older sibling. He looked back at Y/N and the sudden frown on his face didn’t go unnoticed by her. “Something wrong?”

“You think she’ll let me dance with her?”

Y/N kneeled down to match Antonio’s level. “Of course! Why wouldn’t she?”

Antonio fiddled with his fingers. “She’s been avoiding me these past few weeks,” he whispered looking down. Y

/N felt her eyes watering, he looked so sad. And Antonio was the last person on this planet that deserved to be sad. She took his little hands into her own. “Dolores was just preoccupied with the wedding, you know? I’m sure you asking her to dance will be one of the best gifts she’ll receive today. She probably misses you just as much,”

Antonio smiled lightly and hugged Y/N. “Thanks,”

“Yeah, now go and try to make your sister as tired as you made me,”

Antonio chuckled and run off to Dolores. Just as Y/N predicted, her eyes brightened at the sight of her youngest brother. Y/N saw her nod her head eagerly and soon the siblings were stepping onto the dance floor. Dolores placed Antonio’s feet on her own before grabbing his hands and swaying from side to side. Both of them had huge grins on their faces and Y/N decided she had never seen anything more adorable.

Y/N felt a cold breeze at the back of her neck. She smiled at the soothing feeling. She inhaled deeply and soon her breath came back to normal.

“Hold on…” she muttered realizing something. She looked up and saw what she feared. Dark clouds. And exactly in that moment, she felt another, stronger, breeze on her skin.

Ay, Señora Pepa, what’s happening? She asked herself.

She looked around hoping to find the mother of the bride.

“Pepi, amor, the clouds,” she heard Señor Félix’s faint voice. It was coming from the kitchen.

It seemed the exhaustion vanished from her system, as Y/N marched into the room with a newfound speed. She saw Pepa walking in circles, bolts of lightning shooting from a cloud above her head.

Oh, she was mad. Not good, not good.

Her husband was desperately trying to get her to drink some tea that Mirabel (who Y/N just noticed) was pouring into a cup. Once Pepa saw Y/N, she tried to smile, but her tight jaw prevented the smile to look genuine. Bolts of Lightning calmed down a bit at least.

“Is everything okay, Señora Pepa?” she asked carefully stepping further into the room.

“Yes-“

“It’s Camilo,” Félix interrupted her which caused his wife to shoot him a dirty look.

Y/N looked at Mirabel puzzled. Mirabel just gave her a look that said don’t even get me started and grabbed the teacup giving it to her aunt. Pepa accepted the beverage and sighed.

“He got drunk,” she explained and took a sip from her cup. She smiled gratefully at her youngest niece sitting down on a chair. Y/N’s eyes widened. She opened her mouth to say something, but Pepa continued.

“I don’t care, of course! I’m his mother alright, but he’s eighteen. He can make his own decisions and, for all I care, getting drunk can be one of them!” Pepa paused to take a sip. “But tonight?! It’s his only sister’s wedding for the love of-. Little brat, always doing everything to be in the spotlight!”

Félix gently massaged his wife’s shoulders and soon the cloud dispersed. Pepa’s jaw was still clenched.

“We don’t know where he is,” Mirabel said, walking over to her friend. “He run off after Pepa found him trying to eat the frozen dough my mom prepared for tomorrow’s Almojábanas.”

Y/N had to press her lips together really tightly so that she wouldn’t start laughing. Seeing Mirabel’s expression, she knew she was doing the same thing.

“Great,” Y/N sighed. “It’s only a matter of time before he makes a complete fool out of himself.”

Mirabel nodded. “I’ll go check the party, maybe he’s wandering somewhere. Hopefully, I’ll get to him before Dolores sees him.” she patted Y/N shoulder and returned to the patio.

Y/N walked over to Pepa. “You should go and enjoy the party, Señora,”

“But-“

“I’m sure Dolores wouldn’t want you to worry on a day like this,” she cut the woman off. The girl grabbed her hands gently and pulled her up. “I’ll look for him and make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid. You have my word,” she reassured her.

Pepa smiled gratefully and gave Y/N a big kiss on the forehead.

“Thank you,” Félix whispered to Y/N as he guided his wife out of the kitchen. Y/N watched them leave, before clasping her hands together.

“Alright Madrigal,” she sighed. “where the hell are you?”

—

Camilo was not in his room. He wasn’t on the first floor at all actually. Y/N didn’t find him in the gardens as well.

What if I did find him, but he was pretending to be someone else?

Y/N dreaded that thought. If that was the case, everything would’ve been way harder. She went back to the ground floor, the party still lively. She noticed Mirabel dancing with Dolores. Probably to distract her from finding out her brother was most likely laying somewhere passed out. That or Mirabel decided her primo was not worth her precious time. Both equally likely to be true.

Living in a small village like Encanto meant that everyone knew each other more or less. Y/N decided she could use it to her advantage. Her eyes scanned the room, trying to point out even the slightest changes in the behavior of Encanto residents, hoping one of them is actually the boy she was looking for.

Maybe drunk Camilo is a forgetful Camilo? Maybe he forgot he’s a shapeshifter? That would be nice.

She groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. She went over to the minibar - the place that started it all. She sat down on a stool, Y/N didn’t spin this time. She was in no mood for that.

“Y/N?”

She snapped her head towards the sudden voice. She stood up abruptly, seeing Camilo leaning against the wall. The moment she locked eyes with him, he smiled brightly and skipped over to her.

“Hi,” he said with a grin. He looked like an excited child, swinging back and forth on the balls of his feet. What’s gotten him so happy?

“Hi? That’s what I get? Do you have any ide-hmph!”

Before she could start getting angry, Camilo cut her off with… A hug. He slid his hands under her arms and tightly wrapped them around her waist. His face was buried in the crook of her neck. Y/N’s cheeks flushed when she felt his warm, alcohol-smelling breath on her skin. “Camilo?”

“Shush, you’re too loud, princesa.”

Camilo hugged her tighter, slightly lifting her of the ground. She hesitantly wrapped her arms around his neck when she stopped feeling the floor underneath her feet.

“Oh, dios mío, Camilo.” she sighed not letting go. “How are you feeling?”

Camilo smiled and Y/N could feel that. Her face became even warmer. “Better now, that you found me.”

“Yeah, okay.” the cheeky Camilo she knew was still there. “We should get you to bed.”

Camilo loosened the grip on her figure and faced her with a smirk. Y/N hit his arm.

“No.”

“I didn’t say anything!”

“The look on your face was enough. Let’s go.” she grabbed his wrist and started leading him towards the stairs.

“Ay, hermosa, are you mad at me?” Camilo pouted. Y/N didn’t respond. Just tugged on his hand.

“Y/N, mi vida, princesa, cariña,” Camilo whined. “Mi amor.”

Y/N shot him an angry look. A furious one actually. Camilo just laughed and then it was his turn to pull Y/N by her hand. And so he did just that, making them stop just in front of his room. Y/N glared at him. Camilo tapped her nose. Her death stares were not working well, that dumbass was grinning from ear to ear.

“Don’t be mad at me,” he whispered.

Silence.

“Please,”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I’ll think about it. Did you throw up? How bad is it?”

She inspected his face and Camilo smiled wider, if that was even possible. But then his expression fell and his gaze spaced out. “You know, now that you mention this…”

Y/N’s eyes widened in fear. She grabbed his shoulders, turned him so his back was facing her.

“Okay, bathroom it is.” she rushed him towards the baño.

—

“Thanks, Mira,”

Camilo was not in a good state. He may have stopped puking fifteen minutes ago, but there was no way he’d stand up on his own. Y/N didn’t let him leave the bathroom. First, his head had to stop spinning. She was guarding the bathroom’s door, when Mirabel came to check on them, with a glass of water and one of Julieta’s arepas.

“Is he okay?” Mirabel asked.

“Nope,” Y/N responded, taking the drink and snack from her friend’s hands.

“Good. Karma,”

Y/N shot her an amused look. “This your cousin for Christ’s sake,” she said with laughter. Mirabel shrugged.

“Eh.” she pulled her glasses up her nose. “You got this, right?”

Y/N nodded. “Yeah, don’t worry. He’s not the only fine babysitter in town,”

Mirabel chuckled and made her way downstairs. Presumably to assure Pepa that her son was in good hands.

Y/N stepped into the bathroom, closing the door with her foot. She sat down in front of the shapeshifter. Camilo shot her a lopsided grin. He opened his mouth to say something, but the girl stopped him by shoving the arepa in his mouth.

“Eat. You’ll feel better,” she said and gave him the glass of water. He took it and almost spilled the liquid all over the floor.

Still tipsy. Y/N thought. He couldn’t see straight.

“So,” Y/N started. “wanna tell me why you drunk so much?”

Camilo looked at her puzzled. He swallowed the food before answering. “I told you already, turns out I make pretty decent drinks,”

Y/N shook her head. “No. That’s the version you told me and Mirabel. What’s the version you’re gonna tell me? You know, just me,”

There was no doubt about Y/N being Mirabel’s best friend. Ever since they were eight years old they had been stuck to the hip. The Madrigals quickly took a liking to the girl and in no time she was being treated like a part of the family. Y/N had this ability, this gift, to be able to befriend just about everyone. Camilo was no exception. He liked her too. A lot. He just expressed that in his own way. By teasing and calling her pet names, of course. But, truth to be told, he did consider Y/N one of his closest friends. And while Mirabel was Y/N’s secret keeper, Y/N was his. He liked knowing someone outside of his family is willing to listen to his stupid rants. She knew some pretty wild stuff about him, that no one else did. Well, maybe except of his sister. The point was that Camilo could trust Y/N, because she saw right through him anyway.

He groaned covering his face. He hit his head against the wall that he was resting his back on and looked up.

“Ay, mi corazón, you know me too well,” he chuckled, the smile reappearing on his face. “I guess… It’s just the whole wedding thing, you know. Makes one contemplate all their life choices and stuff.”

“Are you having an existential crisis? I can’t deal with a breakdown and drunk Camilo, nope. I only have two hands,”

“No,” Camilo laughed lightly. “I don’t know, life moves fast and shit. God, I’m so drunk.”

“Alright, take it easy, amigo,”

Y/N crawled across the floor and positioned herself next to the boy. Their hips were touching, but none of them minded, having been this close before. She turned her head towards the counter next to them and reached into a drawer. Her arm was twisted at a funny angle as she was scouring the inside of the drawer. After a few seconds, she took out a black pen. She grinned in victory. She spun the pen in her fingers, turning back to Camilo and that was when he realized she was holding an eyeliner. Taking Camilo's hand in her own, she took the cap off using her teeth and began doodling on the back of his palm. Nothing specific, just random shapes and words. The boy looked at her with a smile and half-lidded eyes. He placed his head on her shoulder, his curls brushing against her cheek.

“Are you mad at me?” Camilo asked quietly.

No. Y/N wrote on his palm.

“Good,” he nodded tiredly. “Y/N?”

She hummed waiting for whatever he had to say.

“Do you ever want to get married?”

She stopped in her tracks. Her grip on the eyeliner tightened. She looked at him, eyes wide and eyebrows high.

“I… I don’t know,” she said truthfully.

Camilo wrapped his hand around her palm. He started playing with her fingers. “Well, you should. You’d make a beautiful bride,”

“Oh, I know, Milo.” she replied cheekily. Her voice filled with pride. Camilo chuckled, his cheeks and nose pink and Y/N wondered whether it was because of the comment he had made or his drunken state.

“Y/N, you know I like you, right?”

“I like you too Camilo. Usually,”

“I want you to always be in my life,”

“Is this another proposal?”

“Don’t go anywhere, mi vida. Promise me that.” he ignored her question.

Camilo grabbed her cheeks, rather harshly and sloppily, and made her look at him. Y/N felt the words stuck in her throat as she stared into his eyes. His gaze was pleading and she could see his eyes becoming glassy like he was about to cry.

“I promise,” she ensured him.

Camilo nodded with satisfaction and let go of her face. “Good, that’s good.” he sighed, closing his eyes. Y/N let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. Was Camilo falling asleep? God, she hoped so.

“I don’t think I like being a shapeshifter anymore,”

Nope, far from falling asleep.

“Why is that?” Y/N wondered.

“Because,” he choked out. “I’m only important when I’m not myself.”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “Camilo…”

“Could you help me get to my room?” he cut her off.

The girl blinked at the sudden change of topic and a confused sound left her mouth. She watched Camilo trying to stand up, his gaze was successfully avoiding hers. He seemed flustered and embarrassed like he was suddenly filled with regret. Like he thought that sudden confession was too much. “Please?”

She swallowed and nodded. She tightly wrapped her right arm around his torso, helping him up to his feet. Her other hand took his and she swung around her shoulder. Her hand started caressing his palm. Camilo stumbled, but fortunately, Y/N’s firm grip prevented him from ending up on the floor again. She slowly and carefully led him to his bedroom.

She looked at him from the corner of her eye. Her lips parted slightly, the words got stuck in her throat. She wanted to tell him, tell him that he was important. Hell, he was probably one of the most important people in her life. She wanted to tell him that it was okay to feel that way and that he could tell her more. She wanted to tell him she was there and that she’ll always be. She promised after all, right? She wanted to tell him he could be sad, angry, scared when around her. He didn’t have to act like the cheeky chameleon everyone assumed he was.

Camilo, don’t shut me out.

But she remained silent.

—

Camilo hadn’t said anything since getting out of the baño. The only sounds he made were the occasional sniffs. He was sitting at the edge of his bed with his head down. He couldn’t remember how exactly he ended up there, but was thankful he did. Y/N stood in front of him. She carefully removed the black waistcoat that his tío Augustín had lent him. Camilo didn’t even realize how much it felt like a rib crushing hug on him.

“Do you need anything?” Y/N asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “I could go grab more water-”

“No!” Camilo exclaimed as he grabbed her wrist. Y/N looked at him, startled. “Just… Just stay…”

“Okay, sure,”

Camilo’s grip on her wrist loosened and his hand slid down to her palm. He intertwined their fingers together. He lightly pulled her towards him and wrapped his arms around her waist, his head leaned against her stomach. Camilo’s breath hitched as he felt her fingers sliding in his locks, Y/n’s scent reached his nostrils. She smelled like almonds. Very sweet, but not too sweet. But perhaps his own smell, the alcoholic one, was mixing with hers, taking away some of that sweetness. Whatever the scent was, Camilo decided he wouldn’t let go of the girl if it meant he could smell it forever.

“You wanna talk about what you said back there?” she asked with caution.

“What do you mean?”

“Camilo, come on. You’re worrying me,”

“I am?” he asked, looking up at her. Y/N rolled her eyes when she noticed the corner of his mouth lifting up. “No te preocupes, hermosa. I was just joking. That’s like… my whole thing, right?”

“Ay, Camilo,”

Y/N untangled herself from his grip at which Camilo had to fight the urge to groan in disappointment. She sat on his bed, legs crossed, and she motioned for him to do the same. With a sigh, he obliged and sat facing her. Camilo thought that they looked like they were about to play battleship. But then he realized that was a bad observation because they didn’t have the game. The alcohol was making him really dumb. What kind of thought even was that?

Y/N leaned forward with her hands on her knees. She eyed Camilo with squinted eyes and thin lips. The shapeshifter almost looked away. Her heavy gaze was not making him comfortable. Suddenly he felt very, very small and very, very vulnerable. Like Y/N was looking directly into his soul and mind. He didn’t like that. He was going to snap soon and start shapeshifting out of nervousness. So he decided to do the next best thing.

“Like what you see?” he asked cheekily trying to cover the agitation with a smug look.

Nothing in his eighteen years of life had prepared him for her response.

“Yes,” she said matter of factly. “You’re a beautiful boy, Camilo.”

Chaos. That was what commenced in his head. His thoughts started flying everywhere, he was sure that his mind looked like one of his mom’s hurricanes. All his usual remarks got lost somewhere and his mind went blank. His cheeks got warm and red, so did his nose and neck. He tried to say something, anything. But all that came out were quiet and pathetic attempts to form simple words. His breath hitched and his pupils got small.

“W-what?” he stuttered.

“You’re a beautiful boy,” Y/N repeated with such calm that it made Camilo shiver. “You’re beautiful when you’re you, Camilo.”

“I-”

“Has no one ever told you that?” Y/N asked. But she didn’t wait for a response.

She changed her position and crawled over to the boy in front of her. They were now inches apart and Camilo could see her face very clearly. He noticed a little scar close to her eyebrow and wondered if it had always been there. Y/N grabbed his forearm.

“You have pretty arms,” she started carefully. “I like your elbows, especially when you use them to shove me when you find out you won the bet we had.”

Camilo’s head was empty, he couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t move or think. All he could do was stare intensely at his friend. Y/N dropped his arm and pushed some of his hair out of his forehead.

“I like your forehead,” she continued with a shrug. “Because it’s a perfect spot to flick you when you do something dumb, like today.” she flicked him lightly. “Also, I like how this is the only spot you let Pepa kiss because it’s less embarrassing than a kiss on the cheek.”

Camilo involuntarily raised his gaze as if he was trying to see his forehead. Y/N smiled at that. She cupped his face next.

“I like your face a lot, especially your freckles. They look like constellations.” she rubbed her thumb on his cheeks. “I like your lips too.”

“Wait, what?” he said gently, genuinely surprised.

“Yeah, I like when they curve into a smile, you have a pretty smile,”

“You mean it?”

“It’s kind of addicting to look at,” she added and that made Camilo smile. Y/N booped his nose and returned to her previous position.

She sighed and looked at the boy. He looked back and their eyes met. And Camilo swore he saw the purest admiration in her gaze. Like she was looking at the most precious thing ever. He hoped it wasn’t just his drunk brain playing tricks on him. Oh god, he really hoped so. They stayed like this for a while. Eyes locked, smiles on their faces and the feeling of the almond smell hugging them.

“You should get some rest. You need to be in form when Dolores sends Isabela to hunt you down tomorrow.” Y/N stood up and ruffled his hair. Camilo grinned like a little kid.

“That’s smart, you’re a smart one, you know,” he said on one breath. Y/N scoffed. Camilo stood up abruptly, making her step back in surprise.

“But first,” Camilo skipped over to his desk. He regretted that instantly feeling his gut twist. He grabbed a notebook and a pen. “write down everything you just said.”

“Excuse me?” Y/N asked. Her face indicated that she was very, very confused.

“I need this for later,” he didn’t have to explain what for. Y/N immediately guessed he wanted to brag to his cousins later. “also… Just so if I wake up with a blank mind, I’ll remember.”

“Okay, I suppose that’s fine.” she grabbed the items and started scribbling words as Camilo crawled into his bed. He lied down with a dreamy sigh.

He looked at Y/N with half-lidded eyes and a shit-eating grin. He scanned her face. Her eyes were focused, her lower lip bit by her teeth and eyebrows scrunched. And Camilo thought it was a pretty sight.

“Can I marry you?”

“This is the third time today, you’re getting repetitive,” Y/N responded nonchalantly giving him the notebook back.

“Please? I want Mirabel to lose the bet,” he begged with clasped hands.

Y/N started laughing. Camilo scoffed loudly and dramatically rolled his eyes. He pointed a finger gun at her. He held her at gunpoint. They often did that to get the truth out of the other. A childish thing, but cute nevertheless.

“Marry me,” he demanded. Y/N pressed her lips tightly to not let out more giggles.

“Go to sleep,”

“Answer me first,”

“No,”

“No as in No, I won’t marry you or No, I won’t answer?”

“Keep talking and I’ll send Isa after you myself,”

“Feisty, I like that,”

Y/N smacked him on the head. She pushed him down onto the mattress and wrapped the covers around him. She made sure to do it as tight as possible, secretly wanting him to not be able to untangle himself and escape. Camilo’s gaze was focused on the notebook as she was doing so. He paid no mind to her as he reread the words over and over smiling under his nose.“Dulces sueños, Milo,”

She turned on her heel. Just as she was about turn the doorknob, she heard Camilo mutter.

“I knew you were attracted to me after all,”

She grabbed one of his shoes that was lying by her feet and threw it at him.

—

“How is he?” Mirabel asked, seeing her friend back downstairs. Pepa, Julieta and Augustín stood behind Mira.

“Asleep.” Y/N’s response made the adults exhale in relief. A little cloud above Pepa’s head disappeared. Augustín stepped forward and opened his mouth to say something, but Y/N cut him off.

“Your waistcoat survived, don’t worry,” she chuckled. The man smiled in relief. Pepa and Julieta thanked the girl before going back to the party, this time with close to no worry. Mirabel grabbed Y/n’s arm and hooked it with her own. Y/N smiled at her friend.

“You good?” Mira asked.

“Yep,” Y/N responded. “I survived too, somehow.”

“Good, because I’ve been dying to dance with you the whole night,”

Y/N had no time to tell Mirabel that she was still pretty worn out after dancing with Antonio as Mirabel spared no time in pushing her friend onto the dance floor. She was soon surrounded by all three Madrigal sisters. Many strands of hair escaped Isabela’s updo and her lipstick was a tiny bit smudged but that didn’t stop her from grabbing Luisa’s arms and spinning her while jumping around with a happy smile. Y/n let herself relax and enjoy the rest of the night. She spun Mirabel around and her eyes scanned the room. Most of the people had already left so, besides a few villagers, the only ones left were the Madrigals. She spotted Julieta dancing with her husband and chuckled lightly seeing that she was leading.

Smart move. She congratulated Julieta in her mind.

She noticed Abuela, who seemed to not have left the dance floor since Y/N last saw her. She looked at Pepa and the many rainbows above her head as she watched her husband dancing with their youngest son. Then her eyes drifted to Dolores - the star of the night. Y/N’s eyebrows shot up a little at the sight. Dolores was dancing slowly with her tío Bruno. His moves were a little sloppy and awkward, but he did seem like he was genuinely enjoying himself. He looked happy.

Dolores’ eyes met Y/N’s and the bride smiled and winked at the girl. Y/N shook her head as she knew what Dolores meant. With that smile, she was silently thanking her for babysitting her troublemaking brother and by that wink she let her know that indeed, she’d be sending Isa after Camilo the next morning. Maybe she’d even let Luisa join her.

“He’s so dead,” Y/N concluded.

MASTERLIST

“Goodnight” (part 2) // “Surprise” (part 3)

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Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru X Reader

(Kaleidoscope Series)

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[Your baby's daddy]

[Notes: Fluff, hurt, protective & guilty Satoru. You know kids and their tempers rivalling the weather of London, sometimes sunny, sometimes rainy. Word count: 4.6k]

[Grey says: This took a while, thank you for the wait! The idea has been rotting in my brain for a long time now, but I can't find the drive to write it. Then last time my friend and I went to shop for a gift to her goddaughter, so many adorable dresses! My brain is screaming for a Daddy Satoru, thanks for the wonderful idea, hope you enjoy! (つ≧▽≦)つ]

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"Are you two really going to be okay?"

You stare at your husband sitting cross-legged at the living room floor, topless with all his glorious ripped muscles and perfectly chiseled 8 packs abs and sinful Adonis belt presented before your eyes while your few more months before turning two Kikufuku is blabbering as he plays with his mochi pillow given by his Auntie Shoko.

"Of course, like Honey~ This is me the father of your child, the love of your life, the strongest and most devoted husband to you! What could go wrong?!" Satoru bragged waving a dismissing hand to you. "Just go and relax, I already booked you a full beauty treatment session, I'll handle this little fluffball just fine, right buddy?" He ruffled the thick long mane of Kouki.

"Papa, Kou wants pwums," Kouki brings up the back of his hand, trying to remove his long arctic bangs covering his eyes, just like his father he's topless too, only on his diaper after the messy breakfast earlier displaying the cute baby tummy wittle mochi have.

"Do we have plums?" Satoru look up to you puzzled, last night when he went down for a midnight snack he didn't saw plums in the fridge.

"No, I'll buy on my way home—" you kneeled down to your son whose eyes look up to you hopefully, "—Mama will buy plums later. Be good with Papa, good boys get plums and ice creams, and kisses, 'kay?"

"But Kou wants pwums," Kouki insisted, with his tiny white brows starting to form a frown like a pouting Pomeranian pup.

"We'll get it done Hon, now off you go my lady, get your sexy ass to that salon—" Satoru clapped with a wide grin stretched on his face like a Cheshire cat pushing himself standing up to hop by your side pulling you to stand and he towers behind you leaning down by the lobe of your ear, he whispered darkly, "—Then by night, you can pay me with a good massage and fuck 'til dawn."

You turn to glare at him, there's your son literally within hearing range.

"Kikufuku, let's say bye-bye and kiss Mama," Satoru called to Kouki, your son immediately stood up wobbling over...

Satoru's legs and look up to his Papa with the cute eyes.

"Bye-bye Papa."

You burst out in laughter of Satoru betrayed by his son. Satoru bit his lips. In revenge he spank your ass making you jolt forward and kiss the back of your neck, letting your waist go, Satoru sighed and bent down to pick up his little mochi biting those pudgy creamy cheek.

"Papa will stay and play with Kouki, Mama will go so she can get more pretty. You want Mama to be pretty? Hmmm~"

"Mama's pretty," Kou nodded and open close his hand waving bye-bye to you.

"Bye Mommy," Satoru leaned close comically puckering his lips to give you a smack.

"NO!" Kouki protested pushing his Papa away and blew a clumsy flying kiss for you.

You properly kiss them both bye-bye and they sent you off from the genkan. Your husband is no matter how haphazard he usually is is still an adult...

Speaking of adult, a certain memory surface in your mind. Satoru suckling on Kouki's baby bottle after your son doesn't want milk anymore.

"Eh? It's a shame if it goes to waste," Satoru grinned and resumes his exaggerated suckling while maintaining eye contact with you.

"Oh, you jealous with this bottle Honey? You know I can latch on you instead!" Satoru dropped the puny milk bottle and scoop you off the ground throwing you over his shoulders and sauntered to the bedroom.

Heat rush to your face, smacking your head you rid your mind of memories what happened after. Let's hope, nothing will go wrong much. You sighed walking to the train station heading for Omotesando.

"Papa, pwums?"

Satoru look at Kouki in his arms. In all honesty he's so grateful those chubby cheeks didn't lose over his growth. Probably you haven't noticed it yet but Satoru's been sneakily feeding his son just to keep him from losing those baby fats he's been fawning and bragging to his students and co-workers.

"Let's change then go out to the grocery, we'll get plums, 'kay?"

"Umu!" Kou vigorously nod.

Walking upstairs to your shared walk-in-closet he rummage over the forest of hangers—yes, a forest because Satoru has more shirts than you—to find a cute dad-son shirt while he let the mochi free to also explore the large closet...

"Kikufuku, that's Mama's bra don't touch."

Pulling out a statement shirt Satoru grinned. Now that he's with a son, Satoru splurged a lot to get these matching shirt for him and Kouki, most of them he collected from his travels and online shopping.

"Kou-chan, we need to change your diapers buddy," Satoru called out pulling a new diaper from the cabinet with wipes and towels.

"No!" With another one of your bras in his hand Kouki screeched, wobbling away, tiny feet pitter-pattering against the floor.

"Come back here pipsqueak I raise you better than be a bra stealer!" Satoru chuckled, flipping out his phone and start videoing, striding after his son who's hiding behind the door of his parent's bedroom clutching the bra away from his father. You gotta see this, Satoru could also use it in the future against his son.

"A mochi in his diaper stealing his Mama's bra from Papa. What a naughty thief," Satoru snickered.

"C'mere to Papa, you said we're gonna get plums hmmm?" Satoru squat down holding out his hand as if coaxing a stray cat. His son is not a stray but the mochi is definitely a kitten in his mischievous moments. Now, Satoru's thinking of buying him lots of yarns too.

"Pwums? Kou wants pwums." Kouki nodded but still wary of his Papa. He loves Papa alright but Papa always steal Mama away from him.

"Yeah? C'mere now then, we need to buy them before they're gone," Satoru chuckled at his doubtful son walking to cling on his leg totally persuaded now. But what's with still clutching the bra?

"Kikufuku, when you grow up you don't steal bras, you buy and give them to your girl. The lacier the better, memorize that well buddy."

"You want these or this?"

Satoru scanned the pack of plums in his hand and also pointed to the apples beside the stand, asking his son who's in his arms waiting for his Papa's pick. As much as Satoru wants to put him in a baby strap he already experienced his son wailing all day long not liking the strap at all always reaching to be in his Papa or Mama's arms.

"That," Kou pointed to the strawberries instead.

"What do you call that?" Satoru, added the plum pack in the trolley and pick up another strawberry package from the freezer. He look at his son waiting for the answer with the little guy scrutinizing the pink berries.

He grinned, Kouki no doubts have his gene with the signature white hair and long lashes, his nose and the rosy lips but his eyes are definitely of yours and it makes Satoru's pride swell how you two made the perfect combination resulting to this Kikufuku

"It's i-chi-go, say ichigo." Satoru leaded.

"'chigo," Kouki followed his Papa fumbling his words, reaching for the strawberry pack examining the newly discovered food.

"What else do you want Kou-chan?" Satoru pushed the trolley heading to the confectionary section to restock the pantry with his sweets. Unbeknownst to them gazes followed the father-son with the striking matching outfit and the flamboyant words written on their shirts.

"Yakuwlt!" Kou cheered remembering his Mama shared with him a bottle some days ago after his snack.

"Hmmm, what else?" Satoru turned to the beverage section and look for the Yakult, seeing the stand he shove five packages of the smaller version making his son clap in admiration for his Papa's 'generosity' and ask to sit inside the cart.

"Don't stand up, if you stand up Papa won't push the cart anymore," Satoru warned the Kikufuku who obediently nod and stay still inside the big cart playing with his Yakult.

"What else? Let's get this for Mama," Satoru spotted your favorite drink and added them in the cart, pushing it to the near snack section.

Gummy bears, gummy worms, a horde of umaibo, of course assorted pocky boxes for movie nights, his kitkats and pancake mixtures with jugs of syrups for breakfast, paying in the counter the father and son headed home after a short snack in an ice cream parlor, mainly Satoru eating ice cream and Kouki being spoon fed while he keeps blabbering about the cat sitting on the counter. After few more stops along the way, Satoru totally going along with anything Kouki points out, when they arrived home your husband is carrying three or more bags with assorted stuffs. Satoru would never deprive his son of the simple things he wants, it can be a little spoiling but Satoru wouldn't mind showering Kouki these material things and still discipline him in terms of attitude, besides you're also there.

"Mama's going to lecture us," Satoru sighed removing his shoes and setting the groceries on the counter and letting the little guy loose to play around the house.

Opening the fridge he pick out the potato gratin you made earlier for their lunch and heated it in the microwave. By now he's used to the blandness of it, Kouki isn't up to eat food with sodium yet and he doesn't really want you stressing out to make two meals every time. Washing the plums Kouki has been craving he served it in a bowl and pulled the little mochi's baby chair near the counter. Setting his plates and utensils.

"Papa!" Loud cried burst from the living room and Satoru immediately let go of what he's doing and rush to his son's side.

Satoru sucked a breath and paled at the sight.

"How did you got stuck in there? What are you, a cat?"

Satoru stare down his son trapped underneath the low four legged coffee table barely getting out his pudgy body from the spaces trying to break free with an annoyed look forming in Kouki face clawing the carpet within his reach.

"How did you crawl in there?"

Satoru held the sides of the table and pull it up, the mochi immediately stood up dusting himself his artic brows clashing against each other and the rosy lips pursed to a thin line of annoyance.

"Go to the kitchen, you have your plums there," Satoru motioned to the direction of the kitchen smoothing the carpet Kouki crumpled and set down the table.

Following his son and pulling up the Kikufuku to his chair and give him the bowl of plums.

"Papa, Mama?"

"Mama's getting pretty, she'll be home soon," Satoru shove a spoonful of gratin in his mouth and push a plum against Kouki s lips.

"I want Mama," Kouki started scratching his head.

"You don't want Papa?"

"Mama."

Satoru stare at his son's contorted face. Uh-oh... He can feel a storm is brewing. He immediately shoves out his phone and dialed your number hoping you're available.

"Mama!" Kouki whined grabbing his Satoru's clothes.

"Okay, okay, Papa is calling Mama, you want gratin?" Satoru tried freeing the hem of his shirt from his son's grip and reach out to the bland potato gratin on the counter.

"No!" The mochi whimpered tugging harder.

Satoru knew this was inevitable, he knew his son is as sweet like his Honey but he's still his son. Which mean, temperamental cat.

Your phone is not in coverage area.

"Okay, we're going to the garden, Kouki's going to the garden?" Satoru made a 'gimme hands' to pick up Kouki. He needs to entertain the little mochi 'til you come home.

"Mama?" The lil' mochi opened his arms hugging Papa's neck.

"Later," he ruffled Kouki's hair and walk to the sliding door leading to the inner garden where they usually have direct sunlight early morning.

"Mama."

"You don't want Papa?"

Satoru look down his son unable to answer him. It's not new that Kouki would definitely go after you. You're with him the whole day while Satoru would be in the night, just few hours since the mochi would sleep by eight and there would be times Satoru's overseas.

And as much as he wants to be his son's favorite person it's not that easy.

Playing with his Papa's large hands Kouki stare at his Papa, reaching up to remove the glasses.

"Papa?"

"Hmmm?"

"You sad?"

Pure eyes stare to the iridescent blue orbs, tiny fingers reach up to his father's face swiping over the eyes.

"Pain, pain fwly 'way," Kouki kiss Satoru's eyes thinking his father is hurt.

Satoru stare at his son who immediately wrap the baby arms around his neck to hug him tight.

Satoru's eyes softened, patting his son's head with a 'thank you' and kiss. Unexplainable warmth and gratefulness envelope his being flushing away the little grey clouds he was having earlier just from the little force of his mochi's hug.

"You love Papa?"

"Umu, love Papa," the mochi agreed making Satoru smile. "Mama?" But of course there's addition to that.

At first Satoru's worried Kouki is always monopolizing you away from him. Now, Satoru is strategizing how to monopolize Kouki away from you.

"Let's watch Totoro?"

"Kou wants Carcifer."

"Calcifer, say Cal-ci-fer."

"Calfer"

"Why did you shortcut? Lazy squirt."

Biting the irresistible chubby cheeks Satoru walk back in the house to the theater room, and play a Ghibli Studios movie of this weird walking castle powered by a fire in the hearth.

Their lunch and the especially ordered plums are forgotten on the kitchen counter as Satoru and Kouki snuggle against each other, in the XXL lovesac bean bag the Kikufuku sitting between his Papa's legs watching the movie. But something doesn't feel right... It's just so weird watching movie without munching over something.

"Sit right here don't move Papa's going to get snacks," Satoru carefully remove himself from his son totally absorbed in the large screen.

Making a dash to the kitchen, grabbing a cola and bags of potato chips Satoru walk back knowing his son is obedient to stay still.

Or so he thought.

A loud cry made Satoru's hairs behind his neck stand and stride quickly to the theater room.

"Papa!"

There's no more Kouki above the lovesac. Satoru look down and saw his son sitting on the floor holding his arms crying.

"Did you fall?" Whatever he was holding Satoru's let go of them making them hit the floor and immediately prioritize his son. Rushing to his side and scoop the mochi cooing him to stop crying.

Fuck, he should've just pause the movie and being Kouki with him.

"Where does it hurt?" Satoru frowned wiping the fat beads of tears rolling down the chubby cheeks and cries of the Kikufuku overtaking his sobs that Satoru's worried he cannot breath.

"H-h're," Kouki hiccupped patting his upper left arm his eyes glistening with tears.

"Shh, Papa's got you love, shhh," Satoru pat his head and rub his hand over the mochi's back hoping to soothe the mochi's pitiful cries.

Walking out of the theater room he walk to the fridge to get ice and the ice pack. Inserting ice to the bag while holding his whimpering son proves to be harder than he expected.

"Shhh, it's okay Papa will kiss the pain, give me your arm," hushing the child Satoru's heart skip in guilt and 'I should've'

"H-hurt," Kouki sob flinching from the ice bag and hid in the spaces of his Papa's neck that Satoru could feel the moisture of his tears seep in his skin.

Satoru bit the insides of his mouth. Pang of guilt hit him. The bean bag is set quite low so the fall must've not been hard and there's a thick carpet to shelter Kouki's fall still, for the little guys it must've been so scary.

"Shhh, it's alright. Papa's here," Satoru repeated again and again to soothe the fears away kissing Kouki's temples while pressing the ice bag gently over the slightly red patch.

How should he explain this to you?

Satoru bit his lips and move to go to Kouki's bedroom upstairs next to the masters room where he sleeps in the night. Opening the door Satoru walk directly on the small baby tent, removing his slippers and bent down to set Kouki and also go in curling his large built barely making it in the dome especially made just for children.

"Papa"

After seeing his Papa lay down beside him Kouki roll over his tummy and scooch in to crawl above his Papa's chest, his favorite position when sleeping with his Papa. Settling his head above Papa's chest letting his long white locks sprawl all over and close his eyes

"I love you Kikufuku," Satoru's whispered to his dozing mochi, kissing his son's forehead Satoru let go of the ice bag and place his hand on the small back of the sleeping child to secure him not to fall again tucking his son to sleep, listening to the soft rhythmic breathes of Kouki, he resigned to also close his eyes after pressing another kiss before finally letting the comfortable silence lull him as well.

The treatment session was great that you feel rejuvenated and your muscles relaxed. You need to thank your husband very well later for his generosity to give you a 'me day'. Your phone died and it's 3:30 when you headed home.

"I'm home," you called out expecting your father and son to come running with chaos behind them but you're greeted with utter silence.

Weird. You thought and change to indoor slippers turning to the kitchen to store in the goods you bought along the way. You notice three of more bags filled of assorted snacks mainly Satoru's foods on the counter top. There's also the unfinished potato gratin in the food container with also a bowl filled of plums above Kouki's uncleaned baby chair.

...

You scratched your head reminding yourself to flick your husband's forehead. No worries you already expected something more than just this. Setting aside your groceries, you bought few ice cream tubs and plums as promised to your son earlier, berries for Satoru who once mentioned craving for berry smoothie at breakfast.

For dinner tonight you had a take out from one of your favorite diners ever since you and Satoru dated, as for your son, there's another meal you prepared early morning, you'll just reheat it.

You noticed the sound coming from the theatre room, probably they're inside but you frown at the cola can ang chips lying on the floor with the movie already in the credits.

"Love?" You called out picking the things and setting it on the nearby table. Turning the large screen off and closing the door. You opened Kouki's play room downstairs but nope.

Going up to your bedroom there's also no Satoru and Kouki, then you notice the door to your son's room slightly parted. Quietly you push the door open and you're greeted of your husband's long legs poking out the small tent while his upper torso is covered inside, you also see your son's feet above his Papa's body.

Yes of course, Kouki always crawl above his Papa whenever they sleep together.

You stalk in and peer down their sleeping faces, flipping your phone out to capture a picture, this cause your husband's groggy eyes to crack open and flash a small smile to you.

"Welcome home," he whispered careful not to disturb the little guy still not alerted his Mama is finally home.

You kneeled to the carpeted floor and slip down to scoot by Satoru's right side who opened his arms for your head to lay on. You giggle and give him a quick peck over his lips and settled yourself watching over Kouki's sleeping face.

"How's your father-son day?" You look up him with waiting eyes.

Satoru weakly smiled and rub circles on your shoulders. This made you feel something's off, he'd usually bombard you with the fun things they did.

"I plead guilty," he sighed, "He feel down the bean bag when I went to get snacks."

Satoru observe your face turn to frown. He knew he's going to pay dearly to Mommy but it's not like he can keep it a secret.

"Then?" You urge him to continue.

"He said his arms hurt and I cold compressed it then we snuggled here," Satoru dreaded and at the same time fervently waited for your final verdict. "I should've brought him with me." He sighed.

"Lemme get an ointment," you stood up and walk to the cabinet where you store your son's needs and things. Rummaging for his ointment you sit down and ask where he hurt his arm.

"You're angry?" Satoru peered to you waiting for any reaction other than your focused look on spreading the cream.

"Angry is a strong word, just a little surprised and definitely worried," you closed the ointment and stood up to put it back the cabinet.

"I'm sorry," Satoru held his breath.

You stare at your husband having his internal conflict base on the blank look of his face and his eyes time to time narrowing and softening.

Slipping back beside him pulling on his arm to let your head lay on the strong biceps you met him eye to eye cupping Satoru's face with a tender smile on your lips

"It was an accident and cliché as it is but there's no perfect strategy in parenting." You said softly with an assuring smile before leaning close to kiss his eyes.

Satoru stayed silent immersing himself to the warmth your hands provide

"Just tend to him better next time. Besides I also did it, remember the time he got stuck in the drawer of his closet that I forgot to close. I felt my soul panicking how to get him out of there," you bit your lips remembering that memory. Your son has the quirk of getting stuck in unexpected places, he's just one year and few months old you should dread the coming years of your little troublemaker.

"He's definitely a cat trapped in a human body," Satoru run his hand over his face and grinned. You chuckled and nuzzled to Satoru's side pressing a chaste kiss on the underside of his jaws.

You noticed the small body shift and your son slowly flutter his arctic lashes open looking around to get his bearings rubbing his eyes.

"Hi sweetheart, how was your sleep?"

You called him and he look at you still a little lost before smiling sweetly that could melt the frost to spring.

"Mama!"

You smiled and scoop him from his Papa's chest to your bosom to hug him tight littering kisses on his face and he squeals in delight.

"Mama misses you Sweetheart, did you behave with Papa?"

You prop your legs up and let him sit above your stomach while Satoru adjust his body closer to you and press a kiss to your forehead.

"Papa buy me Yakwult," your son clapped his hands.

Oh yeah, you did notice numerous packages of Yakult while setting the groceries aside.

"What else?"

"Ice cream, plums..." And your son started blabbering of the sweets he and Papa bought.

You carried the little guy up to the kitchen and Satoru followed feeling his waist ache a little from sleeping in such low arrangement.

Kouki finished his mashed potato, carrot sticks with plums and strawberries while you and Satoru feast on various fried chicken in the bucket often times it's Satoru sneaking a bite on yours because, why not? Your food has always taste better when he eat with you

You had your short bath with Kouki while Satoru wash the dishes, and after fitting in your son in one of the white bunny onesies you also wore the pink one while you gave the sky blue to Satoru—Satoru's not a picky wearer in pajamas, so he doesn't mind moreover he would be the one to initiate a pictorial.

"And I defeated the witch, then your Mama and I run away," Satoru was so absorbed in telling his son his 'fairytale story' he didn't realize the Kikufuku was long knocked out suckling on his thumb while you yawn beside him.

"And we started our happy ever after!" Satoru grinned to look down but deflated seeing his audience already in Lala land. We all know he thrives in attention and his throat is close to parch and no smile or clap from his wife and son? Unfair.

"Hey Honey," Satoru poke your cheeks, and stood up carefully removing your body from Kouki and lift you up to move to your marital bedroom.

Switching the light to dim Satoru close the door and you crack your eyes open giving him the favor of opening the door of your bedroom when he already have his hands full of you.

"Thank you for today Satoru," you reach up to brush his cheeks as he set you softly the bed and he climb in with you pulling you close to him.

"Of course I'm your best husband."

Well of course you're my only husband. You sighed and let it go. You can't simply picture out being with another man, sure Satoru isn't perfect, no he is so far from perfect but he's been the one who can go along with your silliness and make the sparks turn to comforting flame in your heart.

"Let's go to the zoo next weekend?" Satoru offered fiddling with your hair between his fingers after throwing the covers over your bodies and turning the light to dim, settling in for the night.

"Sure why not, Kouki's been playing with his panda bear from Principal Yaga, it'd be cute to film his reaction when he sees a real one," you chuckled.

Satoru's eyes softened at the sight of your smile. It never lost how the slight crinkle of your eyes and curve of your lips can infect him with happiness moreover it only spur his inner instincts to cradle you and Kouki in his arms away from the grasps of despair and uncertainties. Whenever he comes home to see you waiting for him with his son—safe and happy—Satoru finds the answer why he's working hard.

But for now. Satoru clears his throat, he's been inhaling the jasmine scent on you and it's driving his senses to a frenzy tingling urge of tasting you.

"Don't you think you owe me something Mommy?"

That made you grin and lay to your side, propping your arms to stare on his awaiting face.

"I do?"

"You're all pretty and sweet and you expect me to keep my hands to myself? No you don't, time to collect my payment Honey," his fingers found the button of your bunny onesie.

"Wait, wait," you stop him making Satoru frown.

You reach down to his ass finding the cotton ball tail making him jump forward and look at you scandalized with mouth open wide.

"How dare you, that's it you naughty, naughty bunny you're mine!" Satoru growled at you wrapping his arms around your waist before you can escape him and pinch your butt making you yelp.

—GreyCaelum

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