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invisible string - part five
and if you ask me too daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird, i'ma give you the world
pairing: reader x mason mount
summary: It’s been you and your daughter until life decides to prank you by putting her dad back into your life. The only problem is that he doesn’t know he’s her dad.
warnings: fluff, angst, a bit of swearing
author: SURPRISE!!! nothing to say other than thank you. i hope this will make you cry! also, tumblr didn't let me tag people, i'm sorry!
word count: 4.378k
PART FOUR
Too nervous to drive, with your hands constantly shaking and your mind everywhere, you thought it was better to get an Uber home and leave your car at Jaz’s - for yours and, mostly, Lily’s safety. Trying to act normal around your daughter when she was such a sensitive kid was the toughest task, but she seemed convinced when you mentioned it was just a bad migraine, like the ones you usually had when you were worried about work. Instead of just asking loads of questions, Lily kissed your temple and held your hand the entire way home.
How would you tell her that she was to meet her daddy tonight? That, actually, she already knew who he was and called him ‘uncle’ because her bestie said she could, because he said she could. You digged your brain, trying to find the right words, as you watched Lily throw herself on the sofa and let out a long tired sigh.
“Why don’t we change you into something more comfortable, peanut?” She nodded but closed her eyes instead of getting up. You made the short way towards her and took her in your arms, Lily half asleep. “Come on, gorgeous. Don’t sleep on me now, I need you wide awake for your surprise.”
Though that was usually the magic word, Lily’s reaction wasn’t what you expected.
“But I’m so tired, mummy. Summer made me run after her all the time at the Zoo,” She mumbled, brushing her eyes with the back of her hand as her head now rested on your shoulder. You walked into her bedroom, turning on just the lamp on the side of her bed. “Can’t you wake me up when it’s here?”
“I suppose I can.” You replied, watching her nod with her eyes closed as you put her in bed and grabbed a pair of flannel pyjamas so she’d sleep more comfortably. Lily had both arms tightly wrapped around her stuffed bunny and didn’t help much when you started to change her, to which you just sighed, wondering for how long you’d keep doing it as she was starting to get really heavy. But then, it hit you - there was someone else who could do that, now… Mason. After they meet, he starts to become a constant presence in both of your lives.
A smile curled the sides of your lips when you heard a little snore coming from Lily and you couldn’t help but softly kiss her cheek, but as the heavy sleeper she was, she didn’t move. Making your way out of her bedroom, leaving the door slightly open just in case she woke up looking for you, you went to the kitchen and searched for that almost empty bottle of red wine in the back of the fridge. Drinking straight from the bottle, you let out a long sigh as your phone buzzed with a few notifications, all from Mason. Two follower requests and a message. You chuckled when he questioned your dad being an Arsenal fan, that amused you enough to think how it’d be when you tell your dad that Lily’s father is a Chelsea player - it amused you even more the idea of them meeting because your entire family was die hard fans of Arsenal and even Lily’s first word was ‘goal’, during a match. You were on the other side, with your mum, who didn’t care much about football.
When the sun was down and you were already slightly tipsy - not drunk, though! -, you got a message from Mason saying he’d be there in about 40 minutes and it was right when Lily woke up and silently made her way to the kitchen, looking for you and asking for water. As the grown up girl she said she was, Lily refused her bottle and opted for a Moana cup instead.
“Sweetheart,” You called her, big brown eyes looking at you as she gulped each sip as if it'd be her last. Taking her in your arms, you took Lily to the living room, sitting on the sofa with her on your leg. “Mummy needs to talk to you about something.”
Noticing your voice was serious despite the soft smile on your lips, Lily quickly asked if this was about her surprise and you just nodded. “It won’t be a surprise then, mummy.”
“It will, baby. But it’s a fantastic surprise.”
“Am I getting a puppy?” You chuckled, shaking your head.
“Not yet, peanut. This is about something else you’ve been wishing for…”
Lily’s jaw dropped, brown eyes widened at you and you could swear there was a sparkle there you’ve never seen before. Next thing, her tiny arms wrapped around your neck and she hid her face on your chest, your shirt getting instantly wet with silent tears. Your arms cradled her, giving Lily the comfort she needed that moment and though your eyes also burned a little with tears, you could only smile.
“Is it my daddy? The surprise?” She looked at you again and you brushed her cheek with your thumb, wiping off her tears. She sniffed a few times, the back of her hand scratching her little nose.
“He’ll be here in a bit to meet you.”
“Mummy! I have to wear something pretty or he won’t like me!” She jumped off your lap and rushed to her bedroom as you followed, a loud laugh parting your lips.
“He’ll love you no matter what, baby girl!” Searching for something to wear, Lily let out repeated groans of frustration. Her face lit up when she found her Arsenal shirt but you quickly took it from her hands and tossed it aside. “Not this, love. He’s a Chelsea fan.”
Lily pouted, but quickly let go of the fact her dad was a Chelsea fan, and you wondered how she’d react knowing he was way more than just a fan and that she knew who he was, although she never made any funny comments about Summer’s uncle playing for a rival team, only that she still loved her best friend and that her family was kind, that she liked them. “Mummy,” Lily called you after opting for a mini Nike set of lavender sweatpants and hoodie that Willow got her a few months ago, changing it from her pyjamas herself, without any sort of help from you. Each day, she was growing more independent - much like you were at her age.
“Yes, baby?”
“Do you really think he’ll love me no matter what?”
Lily’s eyes sparkled in a way you’ve never seen before, they were full of expectations, happiness, hope; although her question came off nearly as a whisper, there was also excitement there. He really was everything she’s been wanting lately. Going to school holding his hand, having him picking her up and taking her to ballet, baking chocolate chip biscuits because they were her favourite and she hoped they were his too. You often heard Lily call him in her sleep - ‘daddy’, she repeated relentlessly, sometimes followed by a giggle and others by a soft cry that broke your heart into a billion tiny pieces. And you wanted him there too, you needed him there to watch her grow and educate Lily in a way she’d be the kindest and smartest woman you’ve ever met, and also the most successful. You knew that once Mason got to know her and see the wonderful kid she was, he’d want the exact same.
“There’s no way a person could not love you, whether it’s your daddy or any other.” Sitting on the floor, next to her, you took Lily in your arms and softly kissed the tip of her nose, making her giggle with her eyes closed. Once big brown eyes met yours again, you felt your chest clench with all the love you felt for that little girl and wondered how that love would extend to Mason now that he’d be part of your lives. Simply because she was just like him and it felt obvious that if you loved her, you loved him too. If not romantically, then for giving you Lily.
“What is his name?” You hoped she’d ask you that before his arrival. Holding her tight, you leaned a bit as you were about to tell her a secret.
“Mason.” You whispered in her ear, causing Lily to gasp almost instantly and cup your face with her hands.
“Mason and Maisie?” Nodding, you kissed her cheek, and watched your daughter grow silent this time. No giggles, no smile, just a frown on her face that you thought it could become permanent at how fast her mind was working now. “You said he’s a Chelsea fan, mummy?” You nodded again and, this time, your moment with Lily was interrupted by the bell ringing, an always discreet sound that now made you feel instantly anxious.
“It’s him, baby. Let’s do this together?” Lily shook her head and you’ve decided to respect her space and time, allowing her to be wherever it felt most comfortable to meet her dad and if she wanted to wait in her bedroom, with all her toys and teddy bears, you’d let her. “I’ll pick up the door and bring him here then. Is that okay for you?”
“Yes, mummy.” She pulled away from you, rushing to pick up all the clothes that were spread on the floor as you walked out of her room and took large, quick steps towards the door.
Taking a deep breath before opening it, you found Mason standing there almost ready to ring the bell again and giving you a shy smile when your eyes met. His nose was pink from the cold outside and so were his cheeks, but from the anticipation of meeting his daughter. Mason’s hands were sweating, he constantly rubbed them in his hoodie, not trying to hide his anxiety. You liked that he wasn’t shy about showing off his emotions, it was important to you knowing how important this moment was for him.
“Come in, Mason. She’s been waiting for you.”
“She knows?” He walked in when you gave him space and after quickly scanning your living room without you noticing, he watched you close the door behind you.
“Yes and no. I told her you were coming and she was about to connect the dots about who you are when you rang the bell. I think that’s what she’s probably doing now.” You knew that because you could hear the familiar sound of tiny footsteps quickly pacing around coming from Lily’s room. Part of you couldn’t help but let a grin curl the sides of your lips, Mason watching you curiously, but apparently getting the fun of it; of how Lily was so smart for her age, a mini adult, always observing around and capturing every little detail so she’d never be left behind by absolutely nobody - not even her own mother. You didn’t know if Mason was like that too, but you secretly hoped that he wasn’t so Lily would have at least that in common with you.
In her room, Lily walked in perfect circles, her mind and heart racing as she held her teddy bear as tight as she could against her small frame. A desperate attempt of trying to control the unfamiliar feelings that suddenly weighed so much on her little shoulders. She was finally meeting her dad. She could remember every night she whispered for him, hoping that the love she felt for him - even not knowing who he was - would, somehow, reach him and bring him to her. The greatest gift she could ever ask for, even better than when her fish Moana came home for Christmas. Lily hoped he would love her just as much, that he’d find her pretty and loved the sound of her laugh because she loved his smile too, the first time they met.
Lily knew it was no coincidence - his smile was just like hers, she recognised herself on that man who was smiling at her, on the other side of the screen.
Mason and Maisie.
There was a knot forming on her throat when Lily finally decided to sit on her bed, anxiously waiting, a sniff filling the quiet room when she heard her daddy’s voice. It really was him, she knew his voice from when they FaceTimed. Lily quickly wiped her tears with the sleeve of her hoodie before they could fall, she didn’t want her daddy to see her crying. Hoping he’d be just as happy to meet her for the first time, Lily wanted to open the biggest smile in the world for him and tell him how much she missed him everyday even if they’d just met.
The sound of soft and slow steps getting close to her bedroom woke her up, and if it was any possible, she held the teddy bear against her body even tighter. Her mind now raced on what she’d say first and although she didn’t know, on the other side of the door, Mason felt just the same. He was taken by anxious, hopeful and also uncertain feelings. The only image he had of her was that adorable giggle she gave him, and how her nose scrunched a bit when she smiled, and her eyes closed in pure innocent bliss. She had his dimples, too.
Now, every detail about Lily that went almost unnoticed at first, were back in Mason’s mind and if anyone asked, he’d describe her perfectly. Bottom nose and all - because she was pretty much just like him and Mason found himself amazed by that. The sudden urge to take Lily in his arms and tell her he’d never leave her side took his entire being, he just wanted to burst into that room and try to understand what was all that he was suddenly feeling.
Mason watched you giving him a soft, reassuring smile before opening the door. He wanted to stretch his neck and peek inside, but he didn’t want to creep the little girl out, so he just waited both patiently and impatiently, watching you open the door enough you could see Lily and she could see you too.
“Hi mummy,” That soft, warm voice made him instantly smile. His chest clenched, and Mason unconsciously grabbed your pinky with his again.
“Hi peanut. There’s someone here I know you’ve been wanting to meet for a while. Can we come in?”
He deduced Lily said yes with a nod, because you were now leading him inside the room. Finally, you moved to the side, giving him the perfect vision of that tiny human watching him with her two big brown orbs with curiosity and amazement. Lily beamed at him shyly, her little legs anxiously wiggling, breathing becoming now faster but at a pace that didn’t worry you because you knew all she wanted to do was jump from her bed straight to his arms. You only noticed tears now were falling freely down your cheeks when your vision blurred and you had to wipe them with the back of your hands as you watched Mason slowly approach Lily.
You could feel it - those two being pulled towards each other like magnets, four years of being apart, something always missing but Mason not knowing what it was while his daughter called him every night before falling asleep. You watched him kneeling in front of your daughter, stretch out his hands so she could place hers on his - as she did, finally letting go of the teddy bear - and softly squeeze them as his thumbs brushed his daughter’s hands.
Mason took a long, deep breath, and finally opened a wide smile. The one that made his nose scrunch, and Lily mimicked him. “Your mum said you wanted to meet me, but did you know I couldn’t wait to meet you too?”
Lily’s jaw dropped in amazement, as if he had just told her a big secret, and she let out a giggle. “Do you promise?”
“I do, princess. She told me you’re very smart and funny, and that your laugh is the greatest sound in the world but I already knew that.” Still holding her hands, Mason tickled her ribs, making Lily let out a loud laugh. “There it is.”
Wrapping your arms around your body, you swallowed a sob.
“Can I-” Lily lowered her gaze to Mason’s hand still holding hers and, after a soft squeeze of encouragement from him, she looked at him again. “Can I hug you?”
Mason nodded, still smiling, letting go of her hands and opening his arms so he could nestle her in a long awaited hug. He had to hold himself on her bed when Lily threw herself into his arms, tiny hands gripping the fabric of his hoodie so tight she pulled it against her body - hiding her face on the crook of his neck, Mason felt his skin getting warm and wet from tears Lily wanted to hide. He rubbed her back, up and down, and the other hand cupped the back of her head, feeling how soft her dark brown hair was under his touch. If there was anything missing in his life before, there wasn’t now, because he instantly knew that Lily was the missing piece.
“Shh, no need to cry. I’m never leaving.” With flushed cheeks and puffy, teary eyes, Lily finally looked at him when he said the words she’s been longing to hear. She felt safe in her daddy’s arms and although she wanted to say it, say the word, Lily was shy to do it because in her mind he was her daddy but also Summer’s cool uncle.
“My cousin.” Lily whispered, watching Mason frown. “Summer!!”
This time, Mason chuckled. He didn’t say anything, just nodded, and pulled Lily on a tight hug again. The little girl finally looked at her mummy, not sure how she felt about seeing you cry so much because she knew you weren’t sad, so she shouldn’t be sad too but your tears bothered her.
“Mummy,” She called you, stretching her arm at you so you could hold her hand. In the blink of an eye, you found yourself sitting on the floor, next to Mason. “Don’t cry. He said he’s never leaving.”
“I know, baby.” You cooed, pressing soft kisses on her hand, the smell of baby cologne and the warmth of her soft skin instantly calming your fast heartbeat.
Mason finally looked at you, but you couldn’t figure out how he felt about you at this moment and although it bothered you a bit, it also didn’t matter because it was all about how Lily felt, and how much his presence would positively impact on her life.
It took some time for Lily to pull away from Mason, and you all agreed that moving to the living room would be more comfortable. With Lily still in his arms, Mason carried her as you followed, until you were comfortably sitting on the sofa.
Mason wanted to know everything about her, from her. He asked about her days at school, at ballet, asked what her favourite movie was and if she liked super heroes - Spider Man, to be more specific, to which Lily replied that although she did like it, it wasn’t as much as her mummy did. He also asked what her favourite food was, and Maisie was quick to ask if he liked chocolate chip biscuits because those were her favourites in the world. They learned that both shared a passion for spag bol, and Mason seemed to be amused by the fact that his own kid played football at school. Lily made him promise he’d play with her, someday.
She danced around the living room when pizza arrived and you couldn’t ignore how Mason’s eyes sparkled as he watched her with a wide smile spread across his lips; he was loving every bit of the night, not holding back every loud laugh at Lily’s witty and sassy personality. You wanted to hit your head against the wall when you noticed that even the way they chewed the food was similar, how they just switched off and focused on eating, humming softly at every bite.
Mason offered himself to be in charge of the dishes as you prepared the living room for a late night Moana session, after Lily practically begged him to stay a little longer, almost threatening to cry thinking she’d never see him again, although Mason was constantly reassuring her - and you - that he wasn’t going anywhere and that he’d never let Lily go too. That was going to be the hard part of him being in her life, now. She’d want him constantly around, for everything, and you couldn’t blame your daughter, especially because you also wanted him around for her and whatever she needed from him.
Much to your surprise, Lily managed to stay awake for the first 30 minutes of the movie, but you noticed how sleepy she was, constantly blinking and yawning, fighting against it and eyes never moving from Mason. She checked him constantly and, as he nestled her in his arms, her hands were back gripping his hoodie. Again, you couldn’t blame her for not wanting to let him go - as far as you could remember, Mason radiated this comforting warmth as he was the sun. Sitting close enough to him, you could swear that it was him also keeping you warm.
“Masey,” She called him, and the look of pure adoration he gave her - not mad at all that she wasn’t comfortable yet calling him ‘daddy’ - made you sigh in pure bliss. “Mummy makes the best pancakes.”
Mason raised an eyebrow at her, a soft grin playing on his lips when he quickly glanced at you, making your cheeks blush a little. “Does she, really?”
“Mhmm…” Lily nodded, yawning before continuing with her logic. “Can you come for breakfast?”
“I suppose I can, beautiful.” He was quick to give her the answer she wanted, and you knew he’d do anything for that girl. Mason would spoil her, do all of her wishes and she wouldn’t even have to ask - it felt like he’d always be one step ahead. He’d give her the world.
With the answer she wanted, Lily felt safe enough to give in and sleep take her to dreamland, even if reality felt much better. She’d dream about it - about her dream coming true. You and Mason shared a laugh when Lily let out a sigh followed by a hum and a low, soft snore that was getting louder as she breathed heavily.
“She didn’t get that from me.” You whispered, and it was Mason’s turn to blush. “Can you take her to bed?”
“Absolutely.”
The way he carefully stood up still holding her warmed your entire being, your heart pounding so hard against your chest that you could almost hear it. That was something you’ve always wanted to see, it just made you feel sad that he wasn’t around when she was a baby too, and you couldn’t help but feel guilty. You should’ve tried harder, should’ve made him listen even if he behaved like an idiot that day.
Watching him carefully put Lily in bed, cover her and kiss her forehead before leaving her bedroom, your eyes burned with tears as you waited in the hallway, your body leaning against the wall.
“I’m sorry.” You sniffed, forcing yourself to swallow the knot that formed on your throat. “I’m sorry for keeping her away from you, all these years.”
“It doesn’t matter, Y/n.” Mason sighed, hands in his pockets as he mimicked you and leaned on the wall in front of you. “What matters is that I’m here now, and that I’m not leaving. I’m here for her and for you, too.”
“For me?” You raised an eyebrow, watching Mason shrug with a nod.
“You’re her mum, we’ll always be in each other’s lives. I’ll look after you too.”
“I’ll look after you too, then.”
Mason seemed content with your answer. For him, there was no point bringing back the past because it wouldn’t be good for anyone, especially not for Lily - if you two were on good terms, she’d always be happy and her happiness was what truly mattered. He’d find a way to tell his parents as smoothly as possible, his friends, his teammates and the fans, eventually, always respecting yours and Lily’s privacy so it’d be a calm transition from the life you all had to the life that included Lily in every situation of his, and the attention the media would give to Mason Mount being the father of a four year old and how it’d turn things upside down.
“It’s too late for you to drive home, Mason. We have a spare room.” You pointed to the closed door on his left. “Stay for early morning pancakes.”
It indeed was too late and Mason could feel his eyelids getting heavier by each second. He nodded, covering his mouth when a yawn parted his lips. “You don’t have to insist, I accept the invitation.”
“Good”. You chuckled. “You’ll find clean towels in the closet if you want to shower, and clean clothes too. I had some friends over a few weekends ago and they just left their stuff here.”
You watched Mason nod and pull away from the wall, arms stretching in front of his body, letting out all the tension from today’s events. Suddenly, the awkwardness of not knowing what to say nor do weighed a ton between you; Mason watched you curiously, and you could swear there was a hint of a smile curling his lips.
“She’s perfect, you’ve been doing the most fantastic job raising this girl.” His cheeks blushed a little and so did yours, you cleared your throat, hands nervously touching your hair. Mason took one step forward, enough to end the short distance between you, and that made your heart pound against your chest. His body towered yours, making the most intense shiver run through your body - Mason leaned a bit, the softness of his warm and wet lips pressing against your cheek made you gulp. “Good night, Y/n.” He whispered. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
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Surprise Visit
pairing: Steve Harrington x gn!reader
warnings/tags: child abandonment, unsupervised minors, Dustin being a little shit, very little swearing, mentions of violence (no real violence takes place)
summary: everyone is staying over at Steve's house (I swear, his house is canonically almost like a mansion) when the kids hear strange noises coming from downstairs in the middle of the night.
a/n: this is my first short fic on tumblr, so I have no idea how this will work out. Also, yes I'm very aware that it doesn't make a lot of sense, but bear with me.
wc: 1.1k
Just like so many times before, the entire party ended up at Steve's house. It was that time in between the holidays where everyone just stays inside all day, savoring the last bits of the Christmas spirit and the New Year's celebrations. Seeing as Steve's house was always rather empty with just him, it wasn't unusual that at least one person would sleep over or come by during the day.
You were already there, as you had spent the night with Steve. Dustin had come in during breakfast, which had become such a habit that a bowl of cereal already stood on the counter. Robin had showed up around 11.30 A.M., which was uncharacteristically early before they realised she had tagged along with Nancy, who was more of an early bird. After that, the other younger kids had stopped by one by one, naturally staying as they got to talking.
Losing track of time entirely, it got dark much sooner than expected. Since no one really felt like going home and there were more empty bedrooms than would ever be used, everyone just stayed over for the night. Nancy and Robin ended up in one bedroom, the six kids divided over two others, and you had fallen asleep next to Steve in his room.
Around 2.30 A.M., you were woken up by a soft knock on the door. Confused, you looked up at Steve, who's expression looked similar to yours. You got up to the door and opened it, only to find El, Max and Dustin standing on the other side.
"You better have a good excuse to wake us up in the middle of the night," Steve groaned as he stood behind you, rubbing his eyes while stifling a yawn.
"It's not the middle of the night, that's 3 A.M.," Dustin commented with his usual sarcasm, earning himself a 'mom' look from Steve, who glared at him with his hands on his hips.
"Ignore him," Max said, "We heard a noise coming from downstairs."
"A noise?" You asked, "Are you sure?"
You had barely finished your sentence before you heard some indistinct footsteps and muffled voices that you couldn't make out. You glanced over your shoulder at Steve, shooting him a somewhat worried look.
"Alright," You said as you looked back at the three kids again, "You three go to the others, we'll get Robin and Nancy and see what's going on."
"I'll get the bats," Steve replied, somewhat annoyed to be woken up to inspect what the hell was going on this time before reaching under his bed to grab a couple of baseball bats, including the one with the hammered nails.
You sent the kids to stay with the others, telling them to wait for at least half an hour if no one came back. After that, you got Nancy and Robin, who weren't exactly pleased to up either, but also didn't like the idea of someone or something being in the house.
Carefully, you went down the stairs, Steve in the front with you right behind him, closely followed by Robin and Nancy in the back. You had to look back once to slightly glare at Robin, who was whispering "please don't let this be the day I die" over and over again, to get her to quiet down.
The sounds seemed to come from the kitchen, so after making sure no one heard them coming downstairs, Steve quickly opened the door to the kitchen, turning on the light with one hand while clutching his bat with the other one. This seemed to startle whoever the intruders were, because they turned around to face the four of them.
"What the-" Steve could get out before realising who exactly were standing in his kitchen. "Mom? Dad? What the hell are you doing here?"
His parents looked quite confused and rather alarmed by the sight of seeing the four people, all holding a baseball bat, seemingly ready to get a swing out of them.
"Don't talk to your mother like that," Steve's father scolded, his face turning from shocked to stern in a matter of seconds. "And what is all of this, all of you looking as if you're about to bludgeon someone?"
A bit shocked by the outcome themselves, they lowered their improvised weapons.
"What brings you two back to Hawkins?" Steve asked, a somewhat bitter undertone in his voice. "I haven't seen you for what feels like forever."
"We were busy, you know that," His mother answered, her tone matching that of her husband's. "We thought it would be good to stop by and... surprise you for the holidays."
"Well, you're a bit late then, huh? The holidays are over." Perhaps Steve was a bit harsh, but who could blame him? His parents we're rarely home, and even if they were, he couldn't seem to find anything to talk about with them.
"Come, come, don't get sour," His father said, "We only wanted to surprise you, but it seems like you've got your hands full with the three of them." He motioned to Robin, Nancy and yourself, a somewhat suggestive undertone laced in his voice.
"Oh, that's not- we're not-" Nancy stammered as Robin shook her head, "It's not like that- Well, not for all of us... I mean, they are- but we aren't- no."
"Yeah, that totally made sense," Steve said sarcastically.
"Oh, fuck off, they get it," Robin replied, while you just shook your head.
"Anyway," Steve continued, "Thanks for dropping by, but I really don't feel the need to keep this going. I'm going to let the kids know everything's fine and then go to bed."
"Wait, kids?" Both his parents asked in unison.
"You don't need to, they've been listening from the top of the stairs the entire time," Nancy replied dryly, glancing over her shoulder to look at the six kids huddled together, who quickly hurried back to their rooms.
"Of course they have," Steve shook his head before walking out, pulling you along with him while ignoring his parents. Nancy and Robin followed, shooting an awkward smile at the adults before going upstairs.
Once you're back in his room, you lean against the door as Steve sits on his bed. "Are you alright?" You ask, crossing your arms.
"Yeah, I'm alright..." Steve sighed as he lightly massaged his temples. "Don't know how I'm going to deal with my parents in the morning, but I'm fine."
You walk over to him and sit next to him on the bed, laying your head on his shoulder. "We'll figure it out... better get some sleep now."
Steve nodded, putting his arm around you as you both got comfortable again. You'd have to deal with his parents in the morning, if they hadn't already left again before you got up, but that was an issue for later.
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Headcanons: Moonknight characters with a sarcastic reader
Characters: Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Layla El-Faouly, Arthur Harrow
A/N: Yes I caved in, I will write both of them :) It's just too good of an opposite to write and I'm gonna regret not writing both so yeah.
Also thanks for 900 followers, you guys are awesome ❤
TW! Swear words (that's it)
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PSA c/@ynscrazylife
Steven
Steven can be just as sarcastic as you are.
If not indefinitely worse, when he had a bad day.
So your bond just came naturally although he still gets flustered sometimes on how blunt you can be because although he uses sarcasm too, most of the time he keeps his thoughts to himself.
When you followed them to Egypt you had always some comment to make.
"Yeah it's definitely a good idea to visit a tomb that most likely has something inside that wants to murder us"
Marc
Steven couldn't agree more but you went inside anyways.
Your only comment as things went south: "great, its not like I predicted how this would go at all"
Steven loved your bluntness but was always afraid it would get you into trouble - and it did - but that didn't stop you.
You have a competition on who can make Marc cringe more at your comments. Steven is loosing but he doesn't care. He just likes seeing you laugh and being happy.
Layla
Marc. Now Marc had a difficult relationship with sarcasm.
As he has been sharing his body with Steven for almost all of his life he was used to it but you? You were on a WHOLE OTHER LEVEL.
He would act all annoyed at your comments but secretly he loved them.
He loved how you could just make any threat seem so harmless with just a couple words and how you never felt afraid to say what's on your mind.
"Hey bone pigeon! Leave Marc the fuck alone with your stupid bullshit."
"Please stop referring to an ancient god as bone pigeon."
"What, he does look like one! Also what's up with the toilet paper obsession?"
He usually had to listen to Khonshu ranting about your antics but he ignored the gods remarks most of the time.
You were just looking out for him after all.Now Marc knew that most people would not understand your humour but he didn't care. He would glare at anyone who made a stupid remark and ignore the stares that were sent your way.
Arthur
Layla was surprised when she heard your sarcasm for the first time.
She was shocked for a moment but soon found herself laughing at your comments all the time.
You definitely spent way too much time with Steven.
"Yay let's follow your ex on a murder mission."
She very much agreed to that statement but just snickered as Marc glanced your way.
Layla loved your way with words and could listen to your rants for hours. Which she did most of the time because that was quality time to you two.
Layla would absolutely root for you in your competition with Steven.
"Listen I trust your judgement but that shirtless bitch on a horse doesn't seem too trustworthy."
Your comments were rude but true most of the time.
"Ha, told you so!"
"We're getting SHOT at! Can your victory dance wait a bit?"
"Fine but I was right."
Layla would lie if she said your comments didn't brighten her day.
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Oh boy did you annoy Arthur sometimes.
Not in a bad way, no, but if your partner just reveals to you that his mission is to free an Egyptian goddess and has explained basically his life work to you and your response is simply "sure sure" and you continue eating your chocolate bar it can be a bit disorienting to say so.
None the less Arthur loves you and your humour more than anything in the world.
You would make his day brighter and light up even the darkest situations with a sarcastic off hand comment.
"Let's follow an ancient scarab into the sands of Egypt, he said. What could possibly go wrong, he said."
Arthur really had to suppress laughter in front of his followers from time to time as you would whisper something in his ear.
"Is it just me or doesn't the moonlight suit look like some fancy toilet paper."
Your comments were always very blunt but that's what he liked so much about you. You always spoke your mind.
Weirdly enough you also had a thing for printing your comments on t-shirts.
So while Arthur walked around in his typical clothes you would trail behind, a shirt with the imprint "let's go and die by the hands of a mummy" on, as you headed to Egypt.
You had a collection of those shirts and Arthur loved, loved, loved gifting you new ones.
He would send his followers out to find the most horrendous shirts they could find just so he could watch the smile on your face as he gave them to you.
(He sometimes wore them to sleep as well but shh don't tell anyone)
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A detailed ramble about how This Is Home perfectly fits SoD!Etho as a character
For anybody who doesn't know what the SoD AU is, basically for the long answer, scroll through the au tag at the bottom of this post, for the short answer, httyd au focused on Etho and Skizz. they both have trauma
Please note that this ramble will have vague spoliers for the first fic in the series, Aloft, and very vague spoilers for the rest of the series. You can read that first if you are interested! (Aloft is only 5 chapters)
ALSO! After the first verse I had to cut it to a reblog because I may have exceeded the tumblr post character limit and therefore the post couldn't post lol
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Often I am upset that I cannot fall in love but I guess
This avoids the stress of falling out of it
So while in the song it's talking about romantic love (which does fit Etho. they're aroace in every au I made), it does fit how Etho feels about friendship until after Dragon Island because they could never make connections because they were an outsider who didn't talk about their past, who wore a mask and kept their hair in front of their eyes, who faced every attempt at friendship with a harsh tongue.
Are you tired of me yet?
I'm a little sick right now but I swear
When I'm ready I will fly us out of here
Following with the above, it isn't until the events of Lantern that they actually let go of that fear of abandonment, and honestly yeah that's all. Also the references to flying fit Etho's whole dragonkin thing very well.
I'll cut my hair
To make you stare
So while this has never been stated in any of the fics yet, when Etho arrived on Berk, they had pretty long hair. I'd say past their shoulders. This might've been a thing used to tease them (it was). So, they cut it to just below their ears.
I'll hide my chest
And I'll figure out a way to get us out of here
This is literally the only line I can't connect to Etho out of the whole song so just pressing skip on this one <3
Turn off your porcelain face
Etho hides their emotions (or at least doesn't show when they're nearing a breaking point) for quite a while, and Skizz keeps trying to help them pick up the pieces afterwards.
I can't really think right now in this place
There's too many colors enough to drive all of us insane
So this one (along with the next few lines) has two meanings in how I think about it.
1-Etho is very much neurodivergent. Specifically they have BPD (and potentially AVPD) and are autistic. They deal with sensory overload every once and a while and it tends to be really bad when it's connected to the other students.
2-The Hidden World is full of colors, and it is the place Etho escapes to, and they don't have to think about everything on the surface for a bit.
Are you dead?
Sometimes I think I'm dead
'Cause I can feel ghosts and ghouls wrapping my head
Again, two meanings.
1-Etho's whole dragonkin thing again. A common belief held among otherkin individuals is reincarnation and/or the multiverse theory. While I'm not going to state exactly what Etho believes is the reason they have the soul of a dragon, I do like this little reference to it.
2-Etho's experienced some pretty bad trauma, and that combined with how they're , kinda leaves them thinking that their past self is dead and they're haunted by the ghosts of another life.
But I don't wanna fall asleep just yet
I mean Etho is stated to have really bad and somewhat commonly reoccurring nightmares in Lantern so there's that.
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Wow...
So, you all know how tumblr will let you follow tags? Well you know now if you didn't. It's relevant to this story. Backstory is somewhat long but I hope you'll stay with me til the point.
Anyway, so yesterday I came across this really pretty fanart. I noticed it was linked to reddit, but otherwise uncredited, and tags said 'not my art'.
So I follow the reddit link to find the artist. The reddit post was also a repost, but the reddit reposter did credit the artist so I was able to find them. I had wanted to see if the artist had a tumblr so I could reblog the original from them, but alas, they didn't.
Then, because the art was really pretty and I wanted the artist to have the recognition she deserved, I reblogged the art from the reposter with a comment including who the artist was and the three links where you could find them. Note: I didn't call out the reposter for not crediting, nor was I rude about it or anything. I literally only included the artist name and her links in my reblog.
Then just now I was scrolling my dash and that same art popped up under the "Because you follow [tag]" thing. I thought it was the same post I just reblogged yesterday, and since it didn't have many notes I opened them to check for my url just to see if it was indeed the same post, or if coincidentally someone else had also reposted the same art.
My url wasn't there, but I had this feeling it wasn't actually a different post so I popped over to my blog and what do you know- it was the same post, and the reposter had hidden my reblog with the artist credit from the notes.
I swear reposters will really do the most to gaslight and claim they don't do it for clout, that they really do it to promote the artist, and then do shit like this. If it was for anything other than clout then ya'll wouldn't be deleting comments crediting the artists. I see it all the damn time. Hell, this person even declared in the tags that it wasn't their art, and STILL hid the credit for the artist from the notes.
Fucking unreal.
I don't want to ever hear anyone call an artist whiny for complaining about their art being stolen and reposted because "it's free promotion!"
They don't do it because they want to support us, they do it because they want clout and attention from our work.
Anyways, here's your reminder that reposters and repost accounts suck, and that the only valid way to repost art is with permission and/or full credit and links back to the artist. Anything else is clout chasing and theft.
#i said what i said#rant#art#reblog don't repost#reposters suck#artists on tumblr#artists#fanart#fanartists#artist problems#i'm not sorry#fan artists#art stealing#art theft
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People I'd like to know better!
@stephsageek tagged me in this thing! I think the last time I did it it was specifically NINE people I'd like to know better? Anyway here's the last time I filled this out; obviously some answers have changed and some have stayed the same
Last song: I can't remember the last song I actually HEARD, besides the background music to Splatoon which the 16yo was playing as usual, but I started singing almost out of nowhere (there was a reference to Liverpool in the book we were reading and I asked the kids if they knew the thing Liverpool was MOST IMPORTANT FOR THERE IS ONLY ONE RIGHT ANSWER) "Drive My Car" and it's been in my head and still occasionally sung since.
Favourite colour: Still cerulean.
Currently watching: Percy Jackson. We're big Riordan fans in this household. @sunnymarbles yells at everyone to watch it ASAP and then basically trembles with joy the whole way through.
Last movie/TV show: Hubs got the complete James Bond collection for Christmas so we all watched Dr. No the other day. To various levels of attention.
Spicy/savory/sweet: All, as previously mentioned
Relationship Status: Married 20 years and 2 days. We're finally taking date night tomorrow night (I've had work all week, including the evening of our anniversary) at our reception restaurant and the hotel behind it.
Current Obsession: The Yuletide fic exchange. It is so fun. There are so many random fics from such obscure source materials (and not so obscure-- as I've hinted before, the one I wrote is from one I can't believe still qualified, and I think in the time since it DID qualify it no longer does, at least), and so many people had such fun with what they wrote, too. People are such good sports too! And the RESPONSES! My fic, which I will share with you when it un-anonymizes on Monday, is doing really well, people-loving-it-wise, and I am getting more in-depth listing-all-your-favorite-lines type comments on this than I swear I've gotten on all 33 other fics I have posted all together. Yuletide participants are so cool!
Last thing you Googled: How to remove the battery of a Vostro 15 3530. Good news, I got a new computer for Christmas! Bad news, it promptly stopped working after two days! Luckily, that means it's obviously still under warranty! And since I just saw a Tumblr post about Apple purposely making their devices next to impossible to repair to force you to buy more, I have to give Dell Customer Service a shout-out for not only getting back to me quickly, but walking me through various tests so if it COULD have been repaired by me, they would have showed me how-- and that involved me actually opening the thing up to check on the battery and connections inside, even! (They were all fine, it turns out it's a motherboard problem and I have to send the dang thing back). Which is why I had to Google pictures of how to actually do that.
This is also why, normally, I would be using these days to write up all my end-of-the-year roundup posts, but most of my notes are in Cloud Limbo, and my old computer is SO. DANG. SLOW. So my end-of-year roundups are going to be late this year. That's okay, I didn't want to do any fanfic-I-wrote roundups until after this last one un-anonymizes, anyway!
So now let's tag brand new non-bot follower, @pixileanin!
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The Worst History/Mythology Posts I've Ever Seen
Idk sometimes I see some unbelievable horseshit on here in the history or myth tags so bad I can't just let it go, I have to address it. However getting into online drama with someone who is obviously clueless or purposely spreading lies is not only a waste of time, but not my style. So I've decided to post up some excerpts from the most offensive takes I've seen for my own satisfaction and your potential viewing pleasure. (I'm not including anything from Tiktok or Twitter, otherwise I'd never be able to choose-- this is just Tumblr brand brainrot).
I love this one-- first off, whiteness as a concept didn't exist, so "white savior" can't be workably applied here, so define what's meant here about these "vibes" with Real Words. Secondly, in a geographic and cultural context where every other Roman of note claimed descent from some god or hero, and were frequently deified after death (and in the case of Julius Caesar, in life), the old pharaohs had proclaimed themselves gods since time immemorial, and even Alexander (whose Egypt she lived in) was identified as the son of a god in 2 different religions, Cleopatra identifying herself as one is definitely too much, right? (Also who "criticized" her-- the Romans??)
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And on the topic of Egypt, I found this post about Rhodopis-- which to start op claims they were fighting another equally delusional person on twitter who claimed Rhodopis was actually black; op then corrects that she wasn't, she was Greek, but that's the last glimmer of hope we get
kjhfkjdahkhjakgjh just. Where does it say that op. Who said that. What source is there for this concept. (see the above, "whiteness" as a racial concept didn't exist, which makes this even funnier).
The decline of Egypt began with its conquest by the Persians in the 600s BC; Alexander's takeover followed his conquest of Persia, since Egypt was a Persian satrapy (this was in the 300s BC). The courtesan Rhodopis lived in the 600s, Archaic Greece-- 300 years before Alexander got there. Also "fall" is an odd term to describe the Ptolemaic dynasty, especially since it isn't applied to the Persian conquest; Egypt remained semi-autonomous until after the Roman takeover, which incidentally, we're about to get to
This is untrue across the board. First, while Arsinoe and Cleopatra had the same father, we're not sure they had the same mother. So Arsinoe's ethnicity does not prove Cleopatra's and vice versa. The "bones" in question are a headless skeleton which may be Arsinoe's but has not been conclusively identified (the fact that it wasn't mummified being one of the major reasons to doubt the identification); the "tests" in question refer to analysis of measurements of the skull which were done in the 20s-- the skull itself has been lost. The measurements show traits typical of black and North African genetics, but also are not conclusive. So in summation, archeologists found a fancy tomb and a woman's headless skeleton and think she might have been mixed race-- it doesn't prove Arsinoe's race, and certainly not Cleopatra's.
(Also doing my best to spare you all the numerous grammar/spelling errors throughout this post, as well as the superior *nails emoji* attitude that pervades every line)
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and lastly, some Greek mythology! A post about famously cuddly and loveable war god, and apparent bastion of modern morality, Ares!
First off
words that killed me on sight, I can't even handle it. This is how I want to see every Greek mythology post started from now on
whAT DOES this even MEAN
literally flatlining here
yes, that's definitely an anti-rape stance, not a possessive god thing, for sure. Also if he was so anti-rape, maybe he shouldn't have been the personification of the most violent, animalistic aspects of war and conquest?
putting these back to back because they're basically the same thing, but the *sparkles* kill me. Also, didn't you know that the Spartans were fierce warrior women??? (I swear to God, if a genie gave me 3 wishes I'd spend one on erasing the knowledge of Sparta from the average American brain) Let's not even get into the ethics of "homosexuality" i.e. pederasty here and how they relate to the aforementioned supposed anti-rape policy.
and op doesn't drop the ball with the conclusion, we get this beautiful cherry on top to sum it all up
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And here ends this installment, but expect this to become a series because sadly there is no end to this shit, and I've got to cope somehow…
#greek mythology#ancient history#cleopatra#rhodopis#mythology#lore and more#the ancient world#worst history/mythology post series
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Xenoblade 2 Playthrough
Near the start of the year, I finally began playing through Xenoblade Chronicles 2. In addition, in order to let myself play at my own pace, and minimize spoiler risks, I decided to tweet my playthrough rather than Streaming it or recording it for an LP. This made it sort of like the old style Something Awful Forum LPs, only with the limitations of Twitter.
Now that Twitter is.... how it is going, I am going to try to archive what I had over here on Tumblr instead. But instead of doing one post per point like Twitter was, I'm going to try to consolidate everything over into a Chapter-by-chapter basis. These will largely just be me posting the images with the tweets that accompanied them, so I apologize if it doesn't come out well.
If you want to follow, I'll try to make sure everything has the tag of #CarbXenoblade2 (as I will likely do the same when I eventually get to Xenoblade 3 as well).
And without Further ado - Let's start things off
Xenoblade 2 - Chapter 1 - Encounters
Well this is an ominous title screen. Starting Xenoblade Chronicles 2 finally and I think I'll try to post as I go through instead of streaming it or doing a recorded LP. Experiment time!
Wasn't expecting a deep-sea salvage operation to start. (And didn't expect water beneath the clouds.)
I swear I'll slow down posting after I get further. Living boat home is my favorite! And looking forward to the combat system changes.
If anything happens to boat titan I am going to be very angry and muderous. (Also the crab became dinner)
Okay, this is giving me a waterworld vibe. Also apparently a war is about to break out? Surely Rex being called by name won't relate to that at all!
12 o'clock, all's well. Took a perfectly safe job that won't be shady at all! And we met our new co-workers. Though I was not ready for Nia's voice.
Zohars. Always Zohars. Even after being killed by the guy channeling Sephiroth.
Monado(?) acquired. AND GRANDPA BOAT FOR THE SAVE! One heck of a way to end chapter 1.
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okayy i want to change my theme again oops sooo
WATER FOUNTAIN - ((taking the first six!)) send me a quote, a pfp, and an aesthetic and i'll make you a blog theme!.
if you didn't already did the six!
for the quote can i cheat and use a song like i do now? “But if you're too drunk to drive //And the music is right //She might let you stay // But just for the night” (lovers rock by tv girl)
for the pfp my boys (i swear if you ever change your theme i’ll steal your pfp lmao) or just meeks or just pitts choose the one you prefer!!
and for the aesthetic kinda the same vibes as my blog now (idk the name) but more green (i feel like it’s not comprehensible, i’m not clear in my indications 😭 but hey i trust you you have good taste)
thank you so much if you do <33 also saw you had new followers so congrats!!!
i hope u like this <3 i went with more of a green theme? and for the pfp i just picked one of the ones you sent me and added some filters <33
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I posted 66 times in 2022
That's 66 more posts than 2021!
11 posts created (17%)
55 posts reblogged (83%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@spacedust-rp
@discordslair
@twilightssparkle
@bunnihugs
@asktwilighteclipse
I tagged 62 of my posts in 2022
Only 6% of my posts had no tags
#twilight sparkle roleplay - 42 posts
#my little pony - 40 posts
#mlp roleplay - 32 posts
#mlp rp blog - 27 posts
#twilight sparkle - 24 posts
#mlp rp - 23 posts
#twilight sparkle rp - 11 posts
#ic - 7 posts
#my little pony roleplay - 6 posts
#friendship-sparkles - 5 posts
Longest Tag: 92 characters
#i'm here for the nostalgia and i was too young for all this online rolepplaying at the time!
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
oh, twilight—.. oh my goodness. have you seen angel bunny around?
Angel Bunny? He's not with you? Lemme guess: he didn't wanna eat his veggies and ran away again?
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#4
Hello! I am Layla and my main blog is @arabianflowers! This is a roleplay blog for the character Twilight Sparkle from the My Little Pony franchise by Hasbro and Lauren Faust! My Little Pony was my favorite show when I was little and meant a lot to me. Twilight Sparkle was always my favorite, and when I saw a few My Little Pony roleplay blogs circulating on Tumblr, I couldn't resist making a blog for my favorite purple princess!
My rules for roleplaying are listed below!
RULES
1.) Be kind! That should go without saying.
2.) Do not post inappropriate messages or images.
3.) Do not spam.
4.) Please refrain from swearing or using vulgarity in any way.
5.) I do not roleplay NSFW (Not Safe For Work) content. This is strictly prohibited.
6.) Twilight is not Muslim, but I am, so there are certain things that I might be uncomfortable with roleplaying even though my character is not Muslim. Please be considerate. I do not expect everyone to know about Islam, so I am more than happy to specify my rules and boundaries in that respect if need be.
PREFERENCES
1. I will roleplay any canon version of Twilight! I love everything about her!
2. I prefer to roleplay in third person, but I also like to roleplay limited, typing as if I am the character, and I am flexible about the way that I roleplay, so I am open to discussion.
3. I mainly play the canon compliant version of Twilight, but I do not mind canon divergent scenarios. Just discuss it with me first and I'll see if I want to do it.
4. If you want to roleplay with me, then comment or interact with this post! You can also private message me, but I would prefer for you to request on my blog and then we can take it to private message.
5. I do not track my roleplays and replies, nor am I picky about the way that people organize their blog. If we begin a roleplay and you respond a week or a month later, I will still try to keep the roleplay going! If I have lost the drive or inspiration, I will let you know. All of my posts are also fully available to interact with, so don't be shy to comment or reblog! Roleplay is supposed to be fun, so don't stress yourself out! As long as you follow my rules you'll be all set!
That's it! Have fun!
Sincerely,
Layla
6 notes - Posted August 8, 2022
#3
Are you actually a princess? Because If you are your terrible at your job.
Uh...who are you?
8 notes - Posted October 16, 2022
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Solar: my name is solar eclipse and this is my body mate twilight sparkle
ANOTHER TWILIGHT? Wow, this is interesting. Hi, Solar! And...me?
9 notes - Posted October 9, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
“ what did that asshole do to you?! stay here, i’ll go kick his ass! ” - Rainbow Dash (from @spacedust-rp )
Twilight Sparkle dried her tears, embarrassed that she had been caught crying. She did her best to put up a tough front as always. "No," she cried. "Rainbow, come back!"
Who had told Rainbow Dash about what one of the townsponies did to her? This was not going to end well.
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I posted 887 times in 2022
That's 45 more posts than 2021!
54 posts created (6%)
833 posts reblogged (94%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@loversandantiheroes
@runawayface
@lizardfootman
@phillypumpkin
I tagged 555 of my posts in 2022
Only 37% of my posts had no tags
#sdv - 373 posts
#stardew art - 314 posts
#sdv harvey - 202 posts
#sdv farmer - 141 posts
#sdv shane - 39 posts
#stardew writing - 38 posts
#sdv elliott - 35 posts
#sdv inktober - 33 posts
#sdv sebastian - 26 posts
#bast my 'pun'tner in crime - 24 posts
Longest Tag: 137 characters
#saw a fic post about asexuals that suggested giving an ace character a 'sexless romance' so sorry to my readers expecting smut in the end
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
The BRILLIANT AND AMAZING @artjdg has created this absolute masterpiece of my beloved nerds 😭❤️🫂
This takes place during This Chapter of Winter but in order to add it directly to the chapter I gotta post it here first. (I really hope this works)
(Also click for better quality because tumblr likes to microwave images)
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Comfort - (Harvey/F!Farmer Oneshot)
(Art by @jellyaris ^_^) (Click for better quality)
I'm back with another fluffy oneshot! Last time the art was based on the fic but this time the fic was based on the art!
Summary: Harvey needs some comfort after a long day.
Word Count: 790
Warnings: improper soup practices, lmk
Now on Ao3!
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"Hi honey," Harvey said, as he stepped into the bedroom after a frustratingly tedious day at the clinic.
SJ was sitting on top of the covers, typing away into her laptop. She looked up and smiled the moment she saw him. "Hey. How was your day?" she asked.
Harvey tried his best not to roll his eyes, instead offering a disgruntled sigh, preparing to tell her that he didn't exactly have the best day, and he did not want to talk about it.
"Uh oh." she teased. "That great, huh?" she said, sarcastically.
"Am I really that obvious?" he asked.
"Afraid so." SJ smirked, waving him over. "C'mere."
Harvey crossed the room to SJ's side of the bed as she slid her laptop forward to make room. When she rose to her knees, now at eye-level with him, he slipped his hands around her back, holding her close as she rested her hands on his chest.
SJ leaned in for a quick kiss, before asking, "You wanna talk about it?"
Maybe it was the slight concern in her expression, or maybe it was just because he was frustrated after stewing in his own thoughts for the majority of his walk home, but Harvey found that he actually did want to talk about it.
"Today's just been a nightmare." he began. "I told Lewis not to let Gus pack up the potluck soup, but he wouldn't listen to me."
At the Luau the day before, Harvey tried his best to warn the mayor that the scorching summer heat wouldn't be enough to keep the soup fresh all day long. At the end of the festival, Lewis suggested packing up the leftovers to serve at the saloon the next day. When Harvey pointed out that the meat in the soup could likely make people sick from how long it had been sitting out in the sun, he was met with condescending laughter.
"Eight walk-ins, three scheduled follow-up appointments and at least four cases of food poisoning, that I know of." he continued.
SJ reached for the knot of his tie, loosening it as he talked.
"I swear, the next time- what are you doing?" he asked, realizing she had untied it, and gently tugged at one side to remove it completely.
"Go on," she prompted, carefully unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt. "I'm listening."
"I... okay. Where was I?" he asked, trying to get back to his original train of thought.
"Next time?" she reminded him.
"Right. Next time Lewis tries to undermine me like that again, I swear I'll have that soup marked as a health-code violation."
"You should. It's disgusting." SJ added, sitting back down, leaning against her propped up pillow. "Come, sit." she said, patting the space on the bed beside her.
The moment she suggested it, Harvey suddenly felt the exhaustion catching up with him, the ache in his legs and back reminding him that he hadn't sat down in hours.
Nodding, he circled the bed to sit down on his side. "I just don't know why he constantly feels the need to prove how paranoid he thinks I am."
SJ reached out for the green blanket at the edge of their bed, draping it over his legs.
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62 notes - Posted November 30, 2022
#3
my goal for the day: edit that next chapter that I've had written for months
64 notes - Posted July 15, 2022
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Thunderstorm - (Harvey/F!Farmer Oneshot)
(Art by the lovely @lizardfootman) (Click for better Quality)
So Lizard and I did a sort of collab with this one ^_^. I wrote a mini-fic, and they drew the amazing masterpiece above.
Summary: Harvey and SJ watch the rain together during a thunderstorm.
Word Count: 774
Warnings: none, lmk
Now on Ao3!
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It was the middle of the night when a loud crack of thunder startled Harvey awake. He took a moment to remember where he was, and took a few deep breaths to calm his racing heartbeat.
The weather forecast had called for severe thunderstorms all throughout the night, so before they went to sleep, SJ and Zephyr made sure that all the farm equipment was put away, and all the animals were safe in their respective buildings.
Listening to the wind whip through the trees and the rain battering the windows as he first climbed into bed, Harvey almost worried for the structural integrity of the farmhouse, but when SJ wrapped her arms around him, holding him close, it silenced his fears enough to let him fall asleep.
Hours later, just as he began to calm down, he quickly realized that he was alone in the bed.
Harvey reached for his glasses on the nightstand, looking around the room to attempt to figure out where SJ went. He knew he'd never be able to sleep unless she came back, he still felt out of place sleeping in her bed without her.
Out in the living room, he spotted a large shadow, wrapped in a blanket. She sat in front of the window with the curtains peeled back, staring out at the storm.
At first, he wondered if she was afraid. If the thunder woke her up as well, and she was worried about the animals or the crops, but as he approached the window, he found her eyes sparkling with interest at the lightning outside, an excited look on her face that usually accompanied watching the stars on a clear night.
Hearing his footsteps, she turned, smiling as soon as she saw him.
"Hey." she whispered. "Sorry, did I wake you up?"
"No, the storm did." he replied, rubbing his eyes underneath his glasses. "What's the matter? Can't sleep?"
"I just like watching the rain." she shrugged, before raising her arm to lift up one side of the blanket. "C'mere, come sit."
Harvey sat down on the surprisingly cold wooden floor, sliding in close to let SJ share her blanket with him. She kissed his cheek as she draped the soft fabric over his shoulders, pulling him even closer.
"Warm enough?" she asked, softly.
He nodded, smiling as she turned back towards the window.
"I love thunderstorms. My favorite type of weather."
"Can't say that I agree." Harvey replied, shuddering as another rumble of thunder echoed through the valley.
"Not a fan?" she smirked, reaching out to take his hand.
"Thunder.... Makes it a little difficult to sleep, is all." he said, lacing their fingers together.
The touch helped to ground him. It reminded him that he wasn't in his apartment, where the walls vibrated during particularly strong storms, and the windows shook so badly he thought they might shatter. He was much safer here, with SJ.
"Rain is just soothing for me, and the lightning looks so pretty." she added.
He watched the storm with her for a few moments. He could understand her appreciation for the quiet beauty of the flash that cut through the clouds and lit up the night sky, but the roaring thunder that followed was a grim reminder of all the damage that one little flash could do.
"Aren't you worried about the lightning damaging the farm?" he asked.
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My #1 post of 2022
Meet the Farmers (Pixel Portrait Masterpost)
Hello all!
During my recent stardew modding hyperfixation (I say recent, it's been like a year now😅) I've taken up making stardew-style portraits of farmers! I started with my 3, and then started making some for my friends, and now I've got about a dozen farmers from my fantastically talented stardew friends. (aka, this is a very long post)
So, without further ado, I'd like to introduce you all to the squad!
Name: Sadie "SJ" V
Pronouns: She/They
Farm: Atlantis Farm
In-game spouse/partner: Harvey
Creator: Atlantis
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90 notes - Posted November 27, 2022
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I have it on pretty good authority that periodically, Amethyst does peep in on Tumblr and Ao3 to check on her besties and make sure they are doing well, and happy and still writing amazing stories.
It's me. I'm authority lmao.
I am fine. And when I came to your blog to check in on you this morning I saw your post about me and it both made me feel very warm, but also very bad. I really did just peace out on all of you without much of an explanation or even a "hey I'm leaving" and that was shitty of me, wasn't it?
It's kind of a long story, but the highlights are that I just didn't want to be on Tumblr or Discord anymore, there are a lot of reasons for that but the reasons aren't as important as the fact that since I've deleted it and decided I'm done with social media - God I've felt so much better. About myself, about my life, about my goals...it's been nice. I do miss you, my heart cloud loving friend, and I miss so many others as well and me leaving had nothing to do with you or them in any way and I hope that nobody thinks it does. I miss talking to you all on a daily basis and it's very tempting to say "screw it, I'm coming back" but I was becoming way too obsessed. Obsessed with writing fanfiction, obsessed with numbers and follower counts. Obsessed and angry over drama that had absolutely nothing to do with me whatsoever...I can't do that again. I wasn't happy unless my phone was in my face and it was too easy to lose that happiness when something I didn't want to see was on my screen. I didn't like me very much.
I miss writing and I am a little sour that I've totally lost some of my stories because I 100% wrote them in Tumblr Drafts so they are gone forever (RIP Batteries, Ships, and Build a BF and lots of others). I miss you. I miss @moni-logues and I miss everyone in our server. I miss lots of others too but I'm not going to tag them all because I don't want to make a scene lmao.
I hope you are well. All of you. I hope you're all happy. Please know that I think of you often. Please know that I care about you all. Please be kind to one another. Please keep writing your awesome stories so I can lurk the shit out of them. I love you all and I never say never, maybe one day when I can learn how to not rely so heavily on acceptance and meaningless numbers for my peace, I will come back and play with you guys!!!
Love,
Amethyst<3
PS - I'm sorry to be on anon but I really just have an empty burner blog and I'm also very much not ready to be back on Tumblr but I could not let your sweet #we love amethyst post go un-responded to. I swear it's me. Penny Bird sends her love, and I baked some amazing treats for Thanksgiving and I wish I could've posted them and thrown them in ya'lls faces because I really outdid myself. Okay. Bye!!! Be good everyone and stay strong until 2025.
OH MY GOD HI???
never in a million years was i expecting this and it made my fucking evening holy shit!!!
thank you so much for checking in. you didnt have to, but i appreciate it so much, truly. i thoroughly understand the social media aversion. really, i get it. a lot. every day on instagram makes me question if i really want to spend my time on instagram because yeesh (but: if u should feel the need to contact me, my insta is @_annkathi - this is just an offer. absolutely no pressure whatsoever and i completely get if u want to stay as far away from anything as possible)
i will absolutely tag u in anything i write in the future. it will look like "@amethystwritesbts who maybe is lurking" so be prepared.
this meant the world to me. it truly did. i hope u know that.
and im so so glad u are okay and thriving and that penny is doing well.
we love u.
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I posted 790 times in 2022
That's 339 more posts than 2021!
54 posts created (7%)
736 posts reblogged (93%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@redemptionofthefallen
@angelus-tenebrae
@systemadministratorclu
@kurai-honoo
@drchandras-sanctuary-for-ais
I tagged 102 of my posts in 2022
#mun post - 11 posts
#ooc - 10 posts
#ooc post - 8 posts
#announcment - 5 posts
#muse: spirit - 5 posts
#mun speaks - 4 posts
#muse: spirit (humanized) - 4 posts
#hal 9000 - 3 posts
#2001 a space odyssey - 3 posts
#rules update - 3 posts
Longest Tag: 139 characters
#also the mental image of heywood in a rovarian courtroom for violating hal's law and a whole bunch of disapproving rovarians glaring at him
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
This isn't Rovarians related, but it is a fic I wrote that I'm kinda proud of, so I'm putting it on all my blogs. So, even though it's not Rovarians, I hope somebody still enjoys it, because it was fun to write, even if it was a lot of work. (Also, I am working on a Rovarians/Space Odyssey crossover fic that will include these characters)
7 notes - Posted April 30, 2022
#4
-send a romantic canadine for your muse to get their reaction-
*throws Draco in Spirit's direction*
*runs away cackling in the distance*
He didn't hit her hard enough to knock her over. Not even close.
But his face collided with hers.
And they both felt the spark that jumped between them.
He didn't actually know what it meant, but given the way her eyes went wide and she started stuttering, he could surely guess what had just happened.
"I-I'm sorry. I swear I was NOT trying to do that! It was an accident, I swear it."
7 notes - Posted January 17, 2022
#3
send me a prompt for one muse to find the other in the following situation:
feel free to specify which muse is in which role
( hostage ) : held captive for ransom
Draco growled angrily as he tried to struggle out of the chains he was tied up in in "you fuckers...let me and Lilly go...i don't know who you are but if you don't let us go soon...Your going to be sorry..." he hissed as he saw Lilly being held up by her hair whimpering by their captures.
Suddenly, there was a loud weapon blast. One the two captives knew very well. Followed by an authoritative voice that commanded respect and spelled trouble for those who stood against it.
"I'd do as he says if I were you, assholes."
She was six feet of pure power (and right now, fury). The lighting on her armor gave her the appearance of being on fire, blazing like all four of her eyes were. In her hands was her freshly fired staff weapon.
Behind her were other similar mechanical creatures. Only one of them stood beside her, a weapon in his hands and fires in his eyes when he saw the treatment of the child.
In this way, their captors were introduced to the Rovarians and their leaders. Opportunity and the one who had spoken: Spirit. She met the eyes of Draco with a deadly gleam in her own that he recognized very well.
7 notes - Posted November 2, 2022
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"Let me take care of it, alright? You need to rest." Draco spoke firm, but his eyes were soft and concerned.
Spirit huffed, but nodded. She didn't really feel good anyway. There was some kind of virus going around, and she'd caught it. Thankfully it only affected Rovarians, so at least Draco wasn't at risk. Instead, he was taking care of her government work for her so Opportunity wouldn't have to do two people's work.
She sat parked on her pad in their room, her upper body laying on the bed the two shared.
13 notes - Posted April 24, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
Send "🤕" or "Badly hurt" for my muse to wake up from serious injuries and is now in your muse's care.
Send "<-" for the reverse.
"<-" for Spirit with Draco
"You dsmn lucky bastard." She said when she saw him awake.
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Part 3 to “fucking the enemy” when the team actually sees her sleeping but naked then obviously understanding what happened, and her trying to explain herself. If you want to ofc
I gotchu, hopefully this is what you wanted.
Also, Tumblr is really shadowbanning me. My posts and account are not showing up under any of the tags :(
Are there such things as crack fics? Because if so, this is a crack fic.
Warning/s: References to sex, but nothing explicit
Previous Parts: [Prequel],[ Fucking The Enemy] <-Both of These ARE 18+
This is PART 2
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Natasha messed up.
"OhHhHh, please tell me you are seeing this."
She messed up big.
"Tony, stop." Reprimanded Steve from his place beside the brunette.
Pulling up the sheets draped across her front, Natasha shrank into the mattress beneath her, hoping to disappear as her team mates all stared into her soul, something she would've normally never done if not for the incriminating circumstances of her current situation.
"Stop? Oh, come on! This is gold, Rogers, no, better than gold." Tony chuckled with excited eyes.
There came a sigh from the Avengers' Captain. Looking extremely tired, Steve turned his weary attention away from Tony and onto the Russian still naked on the hotel bed.
"Natash-"
"I can explain!" The assassin blurted out before Steve could finish, hands reaching out defensively, almost causing the sheets around her chest to fall down.
A wicked grin spread across Tony's face, "Yeah? This should be good."
Shooting the billionaire a pointed glare to stay quiet, Steve nodded at Natasha to continue.
The full attention of her team back onto her, the Russian cleared her throat nervously, "Well-you see-it started when you gave me the file on a new top priority-"
"Damn, that long ago? You've been secretly sleeping with our number one enemy behind our backs for that long?!" Tony interrupted.
Wanda used her magic to slap Tony across the back of his head.
"No! I just meant that's where the story starts. I didn't-" Natasha turned to meet Steve's glance, "I didn't sleep with her then." She clarified.
Steve slowly nodded in acknowledgement.
"My relationship with her was strictly professional in the beginning. She was the target, and I was meant to bring her in, and I knew that, and that's what I did for a year. Back and forth, and back and forth, I would gather intel and go after her, following every new trail and evidence I could find, always just on her heels, or so I thought, but it soon became clear that she was purposefully lead me on goose chases all around the globe, seemingly toying with me for fun."
"I prefer a different type of foreplay, but to each their own, I guess." Tony snickered under his breath.
"And I don't know where things change. I never meant to sleep with her, it just sort of happened."
Tony nodded, "I too have accidentally found myself in someone else's bed before." A dream like look passed over his face, "Ahh, Delilah."
Bruce's face scrunched up into a blend of mild disgust and uncomfortableness.
"I swear I didn't, but the first time that we-I had been having a bad day and just really needed to let out some steam and- it was only suppose to be a one time thing."
"And yet here we are." Steve pointed out.
"She's very convincing."
"And talented with her tongue in more ways than one, too, I'm sure. There must be a reason why you kept coming back," Tony added.
Natasha flushed red, "Tony, I swear to god, one more word out of you and I'm going to strangle you to death with by bare hands."
The brunette's smile only grew as he up and downed the Russian, "You should know better than to tempt be with a good time, Romanoff."
Steam practically rolled out of Natasha's ears, "You are in no position to judge. Not when you've practically slept with half of Manhattan!"
Tony only whistled, "Oh, no, I'm not judging. In fact, I'm actually proud. Look at you, Romanoff, getting your much needed sex appointment, extra points for it being taboo."
Clint, having silently been watching the interaction from the corner of room, suddenly picked up the complimentary pen on the T.V stand, and threw it with pin point precision at Tony's head. The pen hit the billionaire with a dull thud.
"Ow!"
"Shut it, Tin Can." The archer growled.
"What? I'm just voicing everyone else's thoughts. Natasha sleeping with SHIELD's most wanted is an awfully hilarious turn of events, that I'm sure none of us saw coming, so I am simply enjoying the circumstances of everything."
An awkward silence fell upon the room, and for a breath of a second, barely noticeable to the normal eye, a flickering look passed over the rest of the teams' faces.
"Wait-what was that?" Tony asked.
"What was what?" Steve replied innocently.
"Wha-what was that look you all had just now." The brunettes pressed.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Bruce responded.
A dread settled over Natasha, "Please don't tell me that-"
"HAVE YOU GUYS KNOWN ABOUT NATASHA AND (Y/N) PRIOR TO TODAY?!" Tony suddenly shouted in disbelief.
Some of the better liars on the team shook their heads, but the less proficient ones hesitated.
"No!" Natasha groaned. "How did you guys-"
"We've actually caught you passed out like this many times before, without Tony of course, and we've just snuck back out before you woke up in the past." Wanda admitted.
Natasha's jaw dropped.
"YOU GUYS KNEW AND DIDN'T TELL ME?!" Tony exclaimed, still flabbergasted.
"Yes, dumbass, because you can't keep your mouth shut." Clint retorted.
"You guys...knew." Natasha was mumbling under her breath.
Steve awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, "Yeah, sorry, but for what it's worth, you and (Y/N) are pretty cute together."
You burst out hiding from the hotel closet, "Yeah, I suppose we do look cute don't we?"
"What the-"
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A dwindling, mercurial high
Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader
Warnings: Soft!Dark Andy, Swearing, Alcohol consumption, Sexual themes, mention of cheating, drama. If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.
A/N: HIIIIII. My first Andy Barber fic! I hope you enjoy! Also can you believe it’s been a month since I started my tumblr? Crazyyyyyy! Happy one month to me! Thank you for the support, likes, reblogs, replies, for following my account! I hope your days are always as beautiful as Helen of Troy!
You were my Helen, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, End
"You know," you started saying at the tall and muscular man walking beside you, "I'm starting to think you have too much time. Don't you have your business to go back to in Boston? Hey-"
You couldn't stopped him as he dipped his spoon in your gelato. You gave him your death glare before slapping his wandering hand away from your dessert. "Andy, are you sure you're rich? Why are you always taking my food away from me, hmm? You most certainly earn more than I do."
Andy laughed wholeheartedly. You stared at him, at his face, at his relaxed stance- and you couldn't stopped looking at him. His face was being illuminated by the afternoon sunlight. He was an art you think you were starting to like, an art you were starting to want to understand. What did the strokes mean? What did the colors indicate?
Who are you, Andy Barber?
"Well, Helen, you have yet to answer me-"
"Stop calling me Helen."
"Do you think Delilah ever loved Samson?"
Andy was.....different. He never ran out of topic to argue you with, never ran out of opinions, and you meant strong opinions. Each time he found you, he'd be tagging along uninvited, eating your food, asking you things about yourself, arguing with you, and you thought the most thing that unnerved you was the way he kept looking at you like that- like you were a breath of fresh air, like you were something he was unknowingly looking for his whole life.
You didn't know it now, but this man would change your life. You didn't know it now, but this man would love you fiercely. You didn't know it now, but he would also break your heart, and you'd break his.
"Do you think she was a victor, villain, or a victim?" He asked again before licking his spoonful of sweet dessert.
Your eyes trailed to his tongue before lifting your eyes to the darkened eyes of Andy. "A villain."
Andy hummed thoughtfully, turning to you. He cocked his head to the side, "I think she's a victim."
"Victim how?"
He looked intently at you, as if you were the answer to all of his questions. His lips turned into an empty smile, before looking away. "She didn't expect to fall in love with the great Samson. She couldn't break her loyalty to her people. She was stuck, a victim of her own choice. A choice she made not knowing she'd later on meet the love of her life." He chuckled humorlessly before returning his eyes to you.
You frowned as he looked at you, his eyes was jsut so...torn. And to what you didn't have an answer. "You don't hurt the people you love. You couldn't. You couldn't physically do anything to hurt them." you answered, before smiling at him and continued walking, enjoying the view. Your polaroid camera hang on your shoulder, taking pictures of the blue water, of the nature, of something that would commemorate your rare break from work. You could hear Andy's step as he caught up to you. He was silent. Well that was a first.
"I think Delilah truly loved him. In some stories, she stayed beside Samson. She knew the risk of perishing if she stayed, but she stayed."
"Andy, she betrayed him."
Andy shrugged, "We're only humans. We can't always make the right decisions."
You stopped walking and nodded your head because yes, he had a point. You were not petty to deny that. "Despite you stealing my food, I enjoy these talks of ours. I think I'm gonna miss these talks of ours once you return to Boston."
"I'll always make time for you." Andy declared, as if he was really sure, absolutely sure that you were more important now that anything he ever held dear. Andy was enamored by you, by your quick wit, by your strong personality, by your independence, by your beautiful smile- by you. He was feeling something he had never felt before, and even then, he was feeling a tinge of regret.
"What is it that you do again?"
"I'm a writer. I interview people who have stories to tell. What about you, Attorney Barber?" you asked him cheekily. As open as he was about his theories, he was not one to share about his personal life.
He proceeded on telling you about what he does, what his business was about- but never mentioning the name of his business. "A man has got to keep some secrets, don't you think?" he joked as you took picture of the lake. He looked at you before calling the attention of a passerby.
"Excuse me, will you be so kind to take a picture of us?"
"Sure!"
Andy gently snatched your camera away from you before passing it to the kind teenager. He maneuvered your body in front of the camera, the view of the water behind you before standing so near you. He placed his hand on your shoulder possessively.
Later on, you looked down at the polaroid he had written on.
Yours, A.B.
After that day, you had not seen Andy around for a week. It was like he just vanished. You couldn't help but think of him, if he was hungry because he looked like he always was considering he was stealing food from your plate. You couldn't help thinking about him. He was..something. And the radio silence from him was making you think that he was really a busy person, that he really just had fun talking to you and it meant nothing. You shouldn't give meaning to that. You were still assisting Jayson to the best of your ability with his wedding preparation. It was days from now and everything was already set.
But like in movies, he appeared just when you thought of him.
You were busy going over the documents sent to you by your boss. He knew you were on leave, yet he was taking time off your precious day to help him. You couldn't say no because the man was like a father to you, a generous senior who took you under his wing when you were just a young and naïve aspirant.
"I need to buy new pens," you mumbled to yourself as you go over the papers.
"Busy bee." A deep voice whispered near you ear, making you jump up from your seat, almost spilling over the coffee you ordered in your favorite coffee shop where you were currently doing your job.
You glared at him as he sat down in front of you uninvited. You noticed his deep eyes, his eyebags- a clear sign he didn't sleep well. He looked tired.
"Oh look who it is- Attorney Barber. I don't have time to bicker with you today."
"Thought you were on leave?"
"I also need to not piss my boss off." You grabbed your phone and showed him the online app you were using for shopping, "Also, I have so many beautiful things I want to buy."
He laughed as he took a sip of your coffee.
"Hey that's mine! Order yours!" you crinkled your nose at him.
"Well, Helen, what's mine is yours, and all that vice versa thing." he mumbled as he wiped his lip with a napkin. The barista came over to personally deliver his order, two iced coffee and two pastries. "Andy, that's for married people only."
"Here, as my apology to you." he placed the coffee in front of you, replacing the empty cup he just took from you.
You nodded your thanks before proceeding on your work. "Well if what's yours is mine, I'm just gonna check out the things I have on my cart and have you pay for them," you mumbled, distracted by the errors you saw on the document.
"Go ahead."
You looked at him, unbelieving he was real. "Are you planning on being my sugar daddy?"
He flashed you an amused smile. "This is exactly the rest I needed," he stated seriously. He looked worn out despite his appearance.
"When did you last sleep?"
He scoffed, looking down at his phone before answering. "I only sleep a few minutes last night before going here. I needed to see you."
"Why?"
He shrugged, "I just needed to."
Andy observed you from his seat. You didn't bring up his disappearance, you just asked him how he was. And he was okay, now that you were here in front of him. He couldn't tell you the reason why. And you didn't ask him.
"You need sleep, not coffee. Come on." You gathered you things and swiftly put them inside your bag before waiting for Andy to stand up. He was looking at you, with clear confusion in his face. "Where are we going?"
"To sleep."
It turned out, he did not make any arrangements for the night, didn't book any hotel to stay in. To tell you the truth, this was an impulse decision on his part. He just really needed to see you, despite everything. One second he was in his office, the next thing he knew he was grabbing his keys and was driving to you. You didn't need to know that.
You took pity on him. "This doesn't mean anything, okay? I just want you to sleep before you collapse. I can't and won't carry you when you finally collapse from exhaustion." You warned him as you opened your quaint apartment. The apartment was okay to you. In fact, you loved the independence this small space gave you. You loved your space, yet you felt quite insecure as Andy followed behind you before he closed your front door himself. His eyes doing a quick scan of your apartment, taking your decorations in, your apparent love of pink and white, your little decorations you've collected, pictures of your family, of your friends- of the polaroid of you and him that you stuck on your refrigerator through a magnet. His face softened when he saw that but he did not comment.
You went straight to your bedroom upon arriving at your apartment, leaving him to muse over your things. You fluffed your pillows, straightened the covers, opened your aircon before calling for him. He leaned on your door. You frowned at him, "Come on. Sleep."
He looked at you as if he was torn, as if he was making a difficult decision. His hands were in his pockets, his stance relaxed but his face showed his reluctance.
"I don't know if this is right." He finally said.
"You don't know if it's right for you to sleep?" you kidded because you did not understand him. He was always coming for you, appearing even when you least expected him, tagging along in your little errands and you little vacations even when you did not invite him. And this was where he was trying to draw the line? To sleep?
You went to him, looking up to him when you finally reached him. You had to tilt your head just to look at his eyes. "Andy, I'm not gonna take advantage of you-" he chuckled at that, mumbling 'As if you could' before letting himself be pulled on your bed. "-I just really want you to sleep."
You turned your back on him as he got himself comfy on your bed, burrowing his face on your pillows, wanting to inhale your delectable smell. You turned off the light.
"Please feel free to take advantage of me," you heard his sleepy mumble before you closed the door.
You laughed at what he said once you were seated on your dining table, trying to focus on the documents in your hands. But your mind was going back to what he said. And you hated it because what he said planted a bunch of lewd things in your head. You were already confused about your feelings with him even before, but now... you hated to admit it but God, Andy was a hot man. And describing him as 'hot' was an understatement. You were never one to appreciate men just because they're pretty to look at, but Andy was so much than that. He was charismatic, intelligent, and the way he kept on throwing you amusing topics was the most entertaining talk you ever had with any man.
And you know, a good conversation is such a dangerous thing.
You were stirring the pot. Yoy were cooking when you heard your bedroom door open. It was already dark outside. You expected him to wake up hours before, but he must have been really tired because he slept for almost five hours. You turned to him with a teasing smile on his sleepy face, "Well, look who's up."
Andy hair was messy from his sleep. He was rubbing the sleep off his eyes as he walked near to you. He pouted at you before sitting down on your dining chair. He was so big the entire apartment looked smaller and you noticed how masculine he was, how small you were compared to him. "You didn't take advantage of me."
You laughed as you transferred the dinner to your glass bowl. "Oh, I'm sorry. Should I have?"
"You should have. I can't forgive you for not doing it."
Shaking your head at his silliness, you removed your laptop and your papers off the table to make room for your dinner. "You wanna eat?"
"A bed and a dinner? I'm luckier than Paris at this rate."
He volunteered to wash the dishes as you finished you work. Once he was done, he sat in front of you, typing down on his phone. "Chocolate or coffee?" he questioned offhandedly.
"Chocolate, please."
Turned out, he ordered drinks. He was driving to Boston in a couple of hours to make it on time for his meeting.
"Aren't you going to leave now?" you asked as you drink your chocolate drink. Your love for chocolate was an affair you would never end. You asked because he was still here, hanging out with you as you watched your favorite series on your television. He was sitting beside you, dangerously close. Your sofa was made for two people, but his muscular built was making the sofa smaller, his spread thighs touching yours.
"I will. I'm just waiting for you to take advantage of me."
You faced him, looking to see if he was serious, and he met your eyes. "I'm serious." he declared, reading the confusion on your face.
You bit your lip as you grabbed your phone, opening your shopping app and smiling cheekily at him. "Okay, let's buy these and have you pay for them." You joked at his crestfallen face. You laughed at his face before returning to your position. You were watching your show when you felt his eyes still on you.
"Andy, what is it?" you raised your brow at him.
"Should I kiss you?" he whispered.
You stared at him before biting your lips. "Do you want to?"
He looked at your lips longingly, before returning his eyes on yours. "More than I ever want anything in this life, Helen."
"Then I think you should go for it," you whispered as he neared his face to you, his jaw clenching, his eyes darkening. The anticipation of the first kiss with someone, with how would they taste, with how their lips would feel against you flew from your mind as his lips finally landed on yours.
His lips moved slowly, tasting you, savoring you. His hand was on your neck, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss. You felt his tongue playing sensually with yours, teasing you. You heard him moan, his grip on you tightening when suddenly, he lifted you to his lap. You squealed as your hand automatically landed on his broad shoulders.
He gazed at you, licking his lips as he ran his hands over your legs that were spread on either side of his thighs. "You taste better than I ever imagined."
He gave you no warning before he kissed you again, devouring you, tasting you, committing you to memory. Andy grounded you down his hardening cock, guiding you as he rubbed your clothed pussy on him. You could feel yourself clenched as he grinded on you harder, his lips tracing your neck. Andy pushed down your strap, baring your shoulders to his hungry gaze. He tugged down on your top, staring at your breasts. You watched him over your hooded eyes. You felt shy as he did nothing but stare at them. You went ahead and covered them with your hands when he bound your hands on his hand.
"Baby," he looked at you, "you're a goddess. You are my goddess." he whispered before he leaned in to take a nipple inside his sinful mouth. He started sucking- all while keeping eye contact with you. You couldn't stop a moan from escaping from your lips. He was sucking your nipples, alternating between the them. He took your breast as if he was a hungry child. "A-Andy," you moaned, your breasts incredibly sensitive from his lips.
"What do you need, baby?" his coarse voice was the only thing you could hear. You whimpered as he grinded on you harder. You could feel yourself, could feel how wet you were. "Tell me, baby. I'll give anything to you, for you." He promised darkly, his muscles bulging from the restraint he was showing.
"I need you."
The next thing you knew, he was lifting you and depositing you on your bed. You watched as he removed his shirt, blessing you with his muscular body. He was watching you as he removed his belt, his pants, before crawling to you. His face burrowed to your neck, inhaling your scent. He gave you no warning before he removed your shorts. He had already dealt with your top. "Are you wet for me?" He smirked at you before reaching your panty, and completely destroying them.
"Hey! That's expensive-"
"I'll buy you whatever you want."
You felt his long digits tracing your slit, circling your clit before he inserted his finger inside you. "So. Fucking. Wet." He growled. He angled your face the way he wanted it before kissing you again. Andy could not get enough of you. He tried to resist, tried to distance himself away from you. But look where it got him, hungrier for you than he ever was. He knew he could never leave you again, now that he knew how you tasted, how your moans sound, he could never leave without this. That was what he was thinking as he went down on you. As you came on his tongue. As he removed his boxer. His cock was touching his stomach, he was harder than he ever been. And he could not think straight but to know how you feel inside.
"Do you know how much I thought of you like this?" he asked as he gripped himself and positioned himself, "A thousand times since I met you." He admitted.
You looked at him, surprised at his admission. You felt the tip of him protruding you, using your juices to coat his head before inching inside you. You gasped at how big he was, at how full you already felt. He lifted your legs on his waist, fucking you deeper. He grunted once he was sheathed inside you. "Fuck, you feel so good. Feel so right." He thrusted once, testing, "Feel so mine."
The sound of your wet pussy was resounding, but his growls and moans were louder. You were never with someone who was as vocal with his pleasure as Andy was. Andy rolled his hips, he was deeper now than he ever was. You could feel yourself starting to climax as you scratched his broad back. Andy started pumping faster when he suddenly stopped. "Open your eyes, I wanna see you fall apart." He ordered darkly and you couldn't help but follow his orders. Only when you looked directly at him did he start thrusting in you. You started coming, he was still watching you when he followed soon after. His hot seed painting your walls, dripping out of you.
He pulled out of you gently, kissing you once before his eyes went to your pussy. His cum still dripping from you. His finger went inside you, pushing his cum inside you. "Baby, now you are mine."
Andy left hours later. He was hugging you so tight when you walked him to the door. You didn't meet his eyes, not sure if what the two of you did was the right thing to do. The high from the pleasure was wearing down and you were starting to overthink this.
"Thank you, baby," he whispered in your ears, his muscular arms still around you.
"Drive safe," you said, probably a little cold as he leaned down on you to look at your face.
"Baby, look at me. I'm coming back, okay?" He said worriedly as he ran his hand on your cheeks. "Are we okay?"
"I just- I just need time to process this." You admitted. His face suddenly darkened, his jaw clenched. His muscular body stiffened at your remark.
"I'm not going away, baby. You're mine now. I'm yours. I wanted to make sure that you know how I feel about us." He eyed you for confirmation that you understood.
He stayed like that until you nodded slightly. He flashed you an unsure smile before leaning down to kiss you.
Your mind played back what Jayson told you, Andy was not good for you and you were not good for him.
You just didn't know how right he was.
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Drunken in charge
A/N: So I already posted this on wattpad a while ago. I was busy with learning for my exam, but now I finally managed to edit everything so I can post it on tumblr for those who don't read in wattpad
If you want to get tagged for my oneshots DM me ❤
Pairing: Ouat Felix x Reader
Warnings: Smut, NSFW, fingering, oral, unprotected sex, consuming of alcohol, swearing, really unrealistic sex scene lol, unprotected sex
Summary: Felix is being left in charge for the camp while Pan is absent, so games are off along with every other game. What is there else to do than drink? The second in command uses this opportunity to finally get closer to the reader after being so distant for a long time.
word count: 9968
The Island was harsh and cruel to everyone in an unfair but equal way. Even though the lost boys lived free on Neverland, they still were ruled by the mischievous leader named Peter Pan. Each of them had their own suffering they would not mention to anyone, rather feel the pain alone and the loneliness followed them with every step. But if someone caught Y/N's eye the most, it was the quiet second in command, Felix. He always stayed close to his leader and would always follow his command. His cold facade never told her a single thought, making him special in his own way. He would leave the girl alone and only joined her on missions, but even then, the second in command would remain quiet. Pan on the other hand, tormented Y/N with thousands of useless tasks, while the lost boys worked on their own duties that seemed to make way more fun. No matter how hard she tried, Y/N would never fit in the group of lost boys, their name alone excluded her. None of them treated her fair, always left her out and acted like she was their servant. At first, the boys all seemed curious, and also a little intrigued about her appearance. They wondered why the shadow brought a girl to Neverland and if she would stay forever or just for a while. Their vicious behavior scared her off the first days, keeping her distance in a small tent. There was nothing special about Y/N, and she wondered why Pan brought her here from the beginning. Soon they boys learned that as well, treating her harshly like everybody else. They mocked her for being too weak, being too emotional,- they mocked her for not being a boy. After a while Y/N stopped asking questions and simply agreed to her new life. There were many good things to mention, nothing here was all bad. No one cared about her exploring the island during the day, at least if she did not go too far. If she wanted to cook for herself, there was no one in the way, and if she wanted to read in her tent, they would not enter- also because she was definitely sure Pan forbat it. The lost boy's feared and loved their leader at the same time, the way he let them live the free life they always wanted and not even seeing how dangerous it could be had convinced them. Y/N had distanced herself from them and their cruelty, rarely appeared to any big occasion and rather traveled along the river that ran it's way through the meadow and pastures. It was a surprise when one boy asked her one day to join a game, leaving her startled and unable to answer since no one ever really attempted to talk to the girl. It woke a piece of hope inside her, some of the younger boys already liked Y/N, yet, there was always something suspicious around the older ones.
"C'mon!" The thin boy yelled excitedly and waved his hands through the air, gesturing to follow him.
"This will be fun!"
Y/N avoided the demanding boy and tilted her head while her eyes wandered through the group before they stopped at the second in command, his eyes already burning on her skin when she detected him on his log, not far. His gaze made her nervous, uncomfortable and she questioned the decision to join the game. Something inside her shook the thought off, that Felix would approach her one day for some other reason than Pan made him, or that he would ask her to join a game.
"No…" Y/N answered nervously and looked back to the lost boy, trying to ignore Felix in the back. She did not trust that boy the slightest.
"I have to clean the kitchen." She lied and dropped her gaze to the ground. The boy left as quickly as he came, not even trying to convince her further as if the interest was faked like everything else on this Island. After a while she sat alone in silence, watching the smaller boys play with sticks and some older ones preparing some meat and stickbread for the bonfire. The feeling of being watched did not let go. Y/N tried her best not to look suspicious and quickly let her eyes wander further when she found the guilty boy, Felix.
Why is he still staring at me?
She never found out. The boy stayed exactly where he was and so did Y/N. He would constantly steal a glimpse and for a moment goosebumps spread all over her body, as butterflies rumbled in her stomach. A few days went on and she had catched the second in command staring at her over and over again. Whenever she looked at him, he quickly shifted his eyes somewhere in hope not to be catched. Sitting at the dining table she would catch him, when she did the laundry or cooked in the humble kitchen. The lost boy woke some curiosity inside the girl, the urgent need to know why he would always steal a glimpse, whenever she walked by. He never slipped a nasty comment, definitely strange compared to the other lost boys and their vivid temper. He never approached her or tried to keep up a conversation either. As soon as the sun went down, Pan appeared in front of Y/N's tent, calling her to come out and get some firewood. His second in command stood not far, leaning against the bark of a tree and chewing on a toothpick. He didn't need to wait for his leader's command, already knowing he had to join her.
"Be quick." Pan ordered sternly, pressing his brows together before strutting back to the other boys. Her eyes instantly shifted over to the lanky, blonde boy, a smirk plastered on his pale face. If Pan knew that this was not a good idea? Felix turned on his heels and led the way through the trees uphill where the bushes covered the edges down to the abyss, not looking back once.
"C'mon, girlie." He said.
'Don't call me that!' She snapped back and paced up. The lost boy's camp disappeared on the ground, the higher Y/N followed the path before Felix stopped in front of a dark forest, the leaves swallowing every light before it could touch the ground.
"Princess." Felix corrected cockily, watching her step between the trees. She started to blush and was unable to say something, so she decided to simply ignore the giant boy's nickname for her, no matter how flattering his words seemed. She tried to act tough, tougher than she actually was, in hope he would recognise it.
"How in the hell should we get wood in the dark?' Y/N mumbled as she stared into the pitch black.
"Are you scared?" Felix teased and gave her a smirk. His voice was deep and rough, unsettling but still going like honey through her ears. The girl scoffed at him and rolled her eyes, then led the way with firm steps, not even seeing the ground and suddenly tripping over into a mess of wood.
"Fuck!" She hissed and held her hands to check the unbruised skin. The lost boy started to laugh darkly to himself, before he stepped closer.
"This wood is full of chunks." Felix explained and bent down to pick up the wood. Y/N rose to her feet and grabbed some wood, not saying another word. Felix remained silent as well, heading with heavy back to the camp. After a while he stopped and turned, watched if she could catch up and continued when the girl was close enough. All the time she wanted to talk to him, using the moment all alone with him, but as she hurried to follow the second in command, no single idea for a conversation came to her mind. It was like someone wiped every thought away and replaced it with the heavy drumming of her heartbeat. As soon as she reached the clearing, Felix dropped the wood onto the ground and left them for the other boys to take care of it. Her chunks landed right next to his and she paced up to catch up with the gloomy second in command, when a tight grip on the girl's wrist stopped her.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Y/N tilted her head and faced Dave, a tall chubby boy with messy brown hair, his eyes dark and soft like marbles. The lost boy looked like a bear, warm and welcoming, nevertheless it were his words that often scared her off. He only had nasty comments for Y/N, threats and if Pan wouldn't protect her for being a weak girl, the lost boy would probably harm her physically as well.
"The potatoes won't cook themselves!" Dave barked and pushed her harshly away before his eyes wandered over to the kitchen tent. Y/N bit her tongue to stop slipping a nasty comment, marched over to the humble kitchen and let out a growl when she saw the mess inside.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" She whined as her eyes wandered over the dirty pots and Pan's, knives and forks along with every spoon. At least it was not stinking and disgusting, easy to wash, yet an avoidable effort if every boy would clean after themselves. But why should they? They had Y/N. Deciding to only clean the essential goods and shoving the other things aside, she opened a little basket with potatoes in it and placed them on the little counter. Like she expected, no one came to help her during the cooking, only one boy showed up to ask if she could hurry up. The same boy did not even thank her when she finally gave them the cooked potatoes half an hour later. The selfish behaviour of these boys was the thing Y/N hated most, more reason to focus on the second in command, the only boy who had never shown her this nasty attitude. While every other boy slowly gathered around the bonfire after they ate, Felix stayed where he was. He did not dance like the others and Y/N was not even sure if he could hear what the boys claimed to hear. Pan once said, his flute was special and the girl was supposed to hear her too. None of them had an explanation, still, it did not seem like the first time for Pan, seeing something like this.
The girl's eyes darted back to Felix, his eyes already burning on her skin and she instantly moved her head to make it look less obvious. The tempting idea of walking over to him burned inside her guts, but with all those boys around, she was like being frozen in place. The second in command never talked to her when it was not necessary, not even one muscle in his face twitched when he interacted with the others. Still, something inside Y/N pulled her towards him from the beginning, as if his attempt to block her out was even more tempting. When she distanced herself from the bonfire back to her tent, Felix stayed at his seat instead of following her like she had imagined he would do. A little disappointed she went to bed and kept twirling all her thoughts around the mysterious second in command. There were so many questions about him. No one ever understood Felix, maybe not even Pan, although they were closer to each other than no one else on this whole Island.
The following days Pan left Felix in charge, going on a mission by himself. The absence of Neverland's leader made itself noticeable first, when the lost boys stopped playing their big games and went directly to their duties, almost no words slipping from their usually loud mouths as they worked in silence. The day had started boring for everyone on it, Pan was already away for a few days, so Felix was fully in charge. Games were off, along with parties and especially dances in the evening. If Y/N could tell, the dances were the most annoying thing to the second in command, the thing he hated the most. Felix did not like the idea of taking care of anybody else but himself. So it came that even after weeks, Y/N had barely exchanged some words with him. He would simply avoid her and in case of sharing a task, just stare at her in curiosity. It was a lie to say he did not make her nervous, even when it was not in a scary way. The second in command was weird in any way and whenever he built himself up in front of her, she and broad, he made her look even shorter than she actually was. A feeling almost pleasant instead of scary. It was like something pulled her towards the cold lost boy, but the lack of courage would not let her talk to him. If he felt the same?
Felix was intimidating to look at, it was like something was wrong with his face but Y/N could never tell what. His high pitched cheeks were sharp and narrow and there was an awful scar running along his left cheek up to his brows like an 'x'. The most creepy things were his eyes though, whenever she looked into them, she was willingly drowning in a cold puddle that dragged her deeper in. They pierced her, as if he knew every secret inside the girl's head. Nevertheless, he was not ugly, rather pretty to look at. When his blonde hair hung messy over his face and the way he smelled. Whenever she walked past him, she would smell pinewood and musk. Even though he was well known for his cruelty, the lost boy never raised his hand against Y/N, nor called her nasty things like the others did. She was not even sure on how to do it anyways. Felix always looked busy or like he did not want anyone to speak to him. When she thought of it, the girl could not remember one single boy really talking to the second in command except Pan, but then again,- they only talked about plans and other secrets. He was a mystery of his own, a riddle for Y/N to solve. She glanced over to him and saw that he was carving something into a piece of wood. The lanky lost boy had distanced himself from the other boys, having his seat on a log as closest to the forest as possible. Maybe she could strike a conversation about his passion for carving? He was doing that almost everyday without talking about it and when she thought about it, she had never seen the final results. After a while, courage overcame her, so she stood up and walked slowly into Felix's direction, already noticing in the corner of her eyes the disapproving and concerned looks of some boys. They started to talk quietly to each other and she instantly knew it was about her. Their eyes burned more on Y/N's skin with each step further towards Felix, making her feel nervous and jumpy. Rolling with her eyes at them, she still marched to the lanky blonde boy, stopping when she was close enough to him. The heads of the lost boys instantly shot away, as if they felt too scared to let Felix know about their curiosity when he lifted his heavy head from his broad shoulders.
Felix's eyes darted up, his mouth shut tight and his facial expression went blank like always. His look told Y/N that he was strong, but never how he felt. She tried to say something, but the words got stuck in her throat. Unable to speak, she stared with a deadpan face back at the second in command, trying to find an excuse for her behaviour. The idea with the wood seemed so dumb suddenly and she wished she could just melt into the ground or simply disappear as the lost boy stared back at her, locking their eyes and waiting for her to say something.
"Have you seen Pan?" Y/N choked out and sounded calmer than she expected to be. The blonde boy raised an eyebrow suspiciously and nodded behind him into the dark forest. Big trees hovered high up into the sky, all around the clearing, hiding every view. It was pitch black. Y/N swallowed at the sight of the dark woods and she shook her head slowly, feeling so scared of the unknown dangers. There was no reason for her to see Pan, the leader was not a pleasant person himself and the lie only made her more anxious.
"I think it wasn't important anyways." She mumbled unsure and turned around, feeling how her whole face heatened up at the fact that she talked to the mysterious second in command. Suddenly, the tall boy grabbed her by the wrist, causing her to turn and face him again.
"I'll bring you to him, if you feel scared to go alone." He said dry and rose to his feet, tall and intimidating. The girl was so small next to him, peeking up to him again as her limbs lightly started to tremble. Felix glanced down at her and again, she shook her head slowly. The girl did not know if he simply did not notice it, but when the lost boy shoved her into the pitch black, terror overcame her. What was he doing? Not daring to say a word, before the light around her vanished, she only felt the lost boy's hand on her back as he pushed her gently forwards. Her heart was pounding so hard, she feared he might feel it. Where the hell would he bring her? Where was Pan all the time?
"Don't." Y/N winced and turned on her heels, running past Felix back into the camp. The lost boy instantly jumped around and stormed after her, chasing her across the clearing towards some big trees. She tripped over one of their big roots, almost crashing down but still finding her balance. This was the moment Felix jumped at the girl, crashing down with her, his heavy weight pressing the air out of her lungs. The lost boy spun her around and pinned her arms down on the floor before she could take a sharp inhale. Y/N tried to free herself in panic, but she could not move at all, when the slender boy straddled her and held her down. The colours in Y/N's face faded away and her heart pumped wild inside her as if it were about to explode, unable to tell if she felt excited or scared. Maybe a healthy mix of both. She was sure he did not want to hurt her. Frankly, he never did.
"Why in the hell are you running from me." He asked angry, slightly confused and she thought even a bit hurt as he pressed his brows strictly together.
"Don’t hurt me." She muttered and the pale boy frowned. He loosened his grip and swiftly rose to his feet and pulled his hood back over his head, then strutted quickly away, not even giving her a last glance.
That was strange, she thought. Her heart was still beating furiously. What happened? The lost boy scared her and made her feel like burning at the same time. She took a deep breath and raised to her feet, wiping the dirt off her clothes. Felix was a strange guy and he only confused Y/N. Why did he just stand up and leave? She was not dumb and clearly could add two and two together. But it could not be that the second in command had some interest in her, why should he? The boy barely spoke to the girl, even when they had chores together. Y/N remembered one of the first days, when Pan sent them both to get some dreamshade and the tall blonde did not even let her near one of those plants, not even mentioning why. When he held the filled glasses, the boy walked a big distance between her back to camp, giving her the feeling of not being wanted. Later she had learned the dangers of it and Felix's strange behaviour now. It was an easy addition but she needed to be sure, not even knowing how to deal with this information.
If I am right.
The next day Felix clearly avoided her. Whenever he felt like she was too close, the lost boy would quickly find another place to go. She did not want to ask any of the boys about it, not wanting them to know, but it was obviously something off. They would not answer her anyways, only giving her questioning looks. After that weird situation in the evening before, the second in command completely vanished. There was no big effort to look for him and when the girl went to bed, she completely forgot about him. He had not given her any duties yet, so she took her chance and left the camp to take a shower and later gather some fruits and seeds, everything edible the Island would offer her without having to kill. She did not know how to hunt and was not sure if she could even catch an animal. Peter once told her that his best man would teach her to hunt, but Felix always seemed to be so busy that she simply never asked him to. At first she had avoided the blonde, lanky boy, not knowing his temper. He had scared her so much but now she could not stop thinking of how he had straddled her and how much she liked it. This was stupid. She barely knew Felix and still Y/N pictured herself with him in so many daydreams now. It was always easier to dream about someone and she was not crazy enough to consider anything about the rough boy. But where would he be? What is he doing right now? God, she needed to stop thinking about Felix. She was overthinking.
The time passed by and Y/N found herself at the clearing again, watching two boys fight in the distance, with a small crowd around to cheer their violence. Her eyes wandered over the whole area, searching for the second in command. He sat far away next to a few older lost boys that hollered around while drinking some rum. Since Felix would not let them do anything, the only possible solution for the boys was to drink and do stupid things that would not bother the tall scarred one. They were drinking more alcohol than any adult could ever handle. The girl's eyes shifted over the group, seeing how they stumbled and swayed around. Felix sat on a log with his own bottle of rum in his hands, he kept his distance from the other boys, observing them with a blank expression but it was visible that he was drunk, too. When he saw Y/N entering the camp, the second in command's head spun around, meeting her gaze and she could swear his face lightened up.
"Y/N!" Someone big yelled excitedly and jumped at her from the side, almost swaying her off her feet before she could even think of the name "Felix".
"Drink with us!" The chubby boy cheered with a dizzy voice. His dark, bushy eyebrows hung deep over his small eyes and he wrinkled his nose, making a nasty, slimy sound, reminding her of a mull. He was not pretty to look at, mean and vicious, sometimes insulting for no reason. He was that kind of a boy who would mock one and still complain when they did not want to be his friend.
"No, tha-"
"DRINK!" The chubby boy repeated himself more aggressively and grabbed Y/N's wrist to stop her from leaving before she could even try getting away. His fat fingers would definitely leave a mark later as she furiously tried to yank herself free.
"YOU ARE HURTING ME!" Y/N whined and buried her nails into his wrist, but the lost boy would not let go.
"It will be fun! Don't be such a lame ass." He gave back and tightened his grip. Felix, who had watched the whole scene from a distance, immediately jumped to his feet and stormed towards them, yanking the boy away and threw him violently into the mud. He gave him the most powerful kick that his anger would provoke, that the sound of the fat lost boy's scream caught everyone's attention.
"I will snap your fucking neck!" Felix threatened so calmly that the other boys would not even hear it as he pressed his jaw together, his hands forming into fists that his knuckles turned white. The chubby moonface groaned dizzy and turned onto his stomach, trying to lift himself drunkenly out of the sludge. With a closer look, Y/N understood why they all called him Piggy, instead of Mull. He turned his head confused around before he would drop back onto the ground again. The girl's eyes widened at the sight of this cruelty, even though she felt relieved and maybe a little entertained to see Piggy like this. He truly deserved it. On the other hand, she wondered why Felix came so quickly to help after he had tried his best to get out of her way. Y/N's cheeks burned up and she knew it would be the perfect moment to talk to him.
"Go." Felix said. He turned to her and shoved her gently away from the boys towards the tents. His big hand warmed her comfortably on her back, waking the butterflies in her stomach and causing her to shiver. The second in command rested one one of his arms on the girl's shoulder to keep his balance as he swayed between the tall bushes forwards between the trees.
"You should go to sleep." The lost boy said huskily, stopping in front of her tent, his grey eyes staring at the closed curtains. The excitement inside Y/N turned into disappointment when she saw where this actually went, so she stared irritated at the tent as Felix pulled his arm away and stepped away, slowly heading back.
"I am not tired!" Y/N gave back and knitted her brows together, confused why he just left her now. He could have stayed at the camp instead of joining her in the first place. Why come all this way up here? Felix's head spun around before turning back to stop right in front of the girl. He bent down to face her and made it possible to smell the alcohol in his breath as she stared into his gray eyes illuminated by the pale moonlight. The messy, ashen hair hung half over his face,- Y/N liked so many things about him and right now he was so perfect. He has never been that close before, except when he had tackled her.
"The boys aren't so well behaved," The second in command snickered. "Especially not in that state."
Y/N giggled when she thought of Felix acting like he was a good boy, after all those terrible things he did. There was a reason why he was second in command of this brutal gang and he proved it by the way he treated Piggy.
"And you're not?" She gave back quite bravely, raising an eyebrow cockily. Felix chuckled low to himself, slightly shaking his head before he gave her a smirk, showing his white palette of perfectly lined up teeth.
"If you want me to," Felix purred and wiggled with his brows. "I'll be whatever you want."
The girl felt goosebumps spread all over her body at his words and for a moment, she just stared speechless back at him, unable to say a word and wanting nothing more than kissing those pink lips. Felix was drunk, he could not think straight and definitely did not mean what he said. The lost boy's breath tickled hers and she noticed how close he was and how she just had to lean in, to steal a kiss. There was no way she would risk it, well aware that Pan loved games and she could not let the thought go, his best man would love them as well.
"Do you have any suggestions?" She asked as her nose touched his, her lips almost on his as she gently ran her hands over his chest. Felix ignored the question, moving instinctively and rough, grabbing Y/N's neck and pulling her in to close the distance between their mouths. His tongue was warm and tasted like liquor, still it did not bother her at all, when he vividly explored the inside of her mouth. Felix's hands vanished under her hair, grabbing her head and pressing the girl firmer against him while his intoxicated mind led his actions. Y/N gasped surprised into the kiss, not expecting him to do this even though it was what she wished for. Felix was way taller than her and for the moment he was forced to bend down at her height, holding her in his broad arms that pressed her tightly against his chest. When Felix’s pulled away, his eyes were still shut and he ran his thumb over Y/N's lips, licking his own and let out a gasp when he realised that he did not only imagined to do that. Then his eyes widened and she could see that he realised for the first time what just happened, what he just did.
"Sorry…" Felix mumbled unbelievingly and shook his head with widened eyes. He pushed her harshly away and rose to his feet, quickly checking full terror if someone had watched it.
"I was-" Felix spoke hoarse and slowly took a step back, then another one, a few more, until he turned on his heels and sprinted quickly away, not finishing what he tried to say.
Y/N stood there for a moment as if she were stuck in place, not able to process what just happened. With a swift movement she stormed through the curtains of her tent towards her bed to hide under the covers. She grabbed a pillow, held it against her face and screamed inside it. It was hard to tell if she felt excited or embarrassed. Felix kissed her, so why should she be worried about something? Maybe it was a test and she failed? Hell no, that would be some serious bullshit if that were the first explanation and she had seen his reaction. The way he held her and how he tasted heatened her up. Every cell inside her body craved for more.
No, what are you doing, she thought and shook her head, replaying that scenario in her head over and over again like a broken record. With a swift move she rolled onto her back and stared up at the curtain ceiling, hoping to find an answer to what her next step could be. If the lost boys would find out, they would never stop talking about it, maybe even start to think she was easy to have. Y/N gulped and squinted her eyes at the thought of them all trying to hit on her. Felix was different though. He was tall and intimidating, his cold stare would pierce through her with a burning desire and his smell intoxicated her mind. Whenever he was around, she could barely think straight, desperately wanting to figure out what laid beneath that cold facade. Never in a thousand years, she could have guessed that he liked her back. On the other hand, he was not able to make proper decisions drunkenly and maybe Y/N was encouraging herself too much. There was almost nothing she knew about the tall boy and falling for him that fast could only harm herself in the end.
Y/N closed her eyes and brought her fingers to her lips, touching them, while imaging to feel Felix's on them again and remember what they tasted like. The second in command barely spoke to her and now that? There was definitely more behind it. It had to. Her other hand slowly wandered over her stomach to pull up the dress, slipping a finger inside to play with herself. It was not the first time she thought of him while touching herself, but this time something was off. Deep inside her something stopped Y/N, no matter how aroused she already was. She needed to talk to Felix. Under no circumstances she would let him ignore her for days again. Yanking the blanket away, Y/N jumped out of the bed and eagerly left the tent, turning her head furiously around to find the tall boy. He did not sit next to the others anymore and when she walked downhill to his cabin, she could feel her heart pumping furiously inside her chest. The girl stopped in front of the wooden door to knock and when no one answered she knocked again.
"Felix!" She tried to be as loud as she could be while still not attracting someone else's attention. There was still no answer and she felt dumb for even thinking it was as easy as this to find him after the previous events. He could not be far, the lost boys still needed someone who had an eye on them before someone could get hurt. Their hollering was still audible and the bonfire in the distance let Y/N see a few of them behind the bushes. For a moment she thought of going back to the clearing again, hoping to find Felix there, but the thought of meeting Piggy alone now was no good.
"Y/N." The girl suddenly heard Felix’s raspy voice behind her and she turned dazzled around, the warmest smile sitting on her lips.
Felix swayed dizzily into her direction, closing the gap between them two while he tried to keep his balance. The lost boy's head was too high up, making it impossible to steal a kiss from him now.
"What are you doing here? I told you to sleep." He asked nervously and pulled her away from his cabin towards the trees, his head constantly turning to look if someone watched. When he placed his hand on the girl's back again, his touch sent electric waves through her spine and she wondered how his slender finger would feel on her bare skin.
"Did you drink more?" She asked, noticing how he swayed more and the second in command vividly shook his head in response, grinning like a small boy on a sunny day.
"You have."
"No."
"Yes."
"Uh-Uh."
"I can cleanly tell-"
"I am-," Felix grabbed Y/N gently by the back of her neck and pulled her in, his face coming closer again. "-Not. Drunk."
She started to laugh and leaned into his grip, bringing her own hand up to touch his scar. Felix's blue eyes melted when he felt her fingers, closing them and relaxing as her touch traced as light as a feather down his skin. He relaxed for a moment and enjoyed the touch on his scarred skin, before he suddenly woke out of trance.
"The boys better not see us." He cleared his throat and broke apart, letting go of her.
"No one saw us, Felix." His name echoed through the dark forest like honey and Y/N grabbed his hand tight- she was way smaller than his. The girl felt Felix's breath in her face, how his nose almost touched hers and before he could do anything she had already closed the gap between them two, pressing her lips against his. Felix moaned surprised into her mouth but instantly grabbed her cheeks and slid his tongue inside. She could still taste the liquor and wondered if she might have taken advantage of this situation. The tall boy's moans told her otherwise. He moved his hands slowly towards the girl's waist down to her ass, cupping it rough while her smell intoxicated his senses.
"We shouldn't." He whispered and she heard him move even though it was too dark to see. Nevertheless Felix pressed himself harder against her and she felt through his pants how hard he already was from only kissing.
"Why not." She breathed against his neck, leaving a trail of kisses.
"The boys," Felix said, his eyes rolling back with a soft moan when he felt her tongue on his throat. It was enough to convince the second in command, his fingers wandered over her delicate body, burying them inside her tender flesh. It's been a long time since someone touched Y/N and she could not resist the lost boy's demanding hands. He lifted her dress and wandered with his palm over her skin to the rim of the underwear, enjoying the small moans when his fingers wandered further to her inner thigh, drawing invisible circles on it.
"Felix…" His grip tightened when he heard the girl purr his sweet name in the most delicious way and he almost could not hold himself back to tear her clothes off right at this place. The lost boy dared to slip one of his fingers inside Y/N's panties and when she did not complain, he pushed his slender index inside of her, feeling how her soft walls tightened around him. If Felix had not realised it earlier, he knew at least by now how much she craved him when he felt how wet she already was. Y/N let out a gasp when he started to push his long finger in and out of her, causing the girl's legs to tremble and her knees to shiver in excitement. She closed her eyes, giving up trying to see something in the dark as she melted into Felix's arms, her face sliding down onto his shoulder. She found her balance by grabbing the lost boy's leg and then she realised that he was kneeling in front of her. Y/N was actually glad that the surroundings were pitch black, feeling her cheeks heating up in embarrassment from her uncontrollable sweet moans. Before she would absolutely lose her mind, the girl managed to push the lost boy slightly away from her while her hands moved down to his belt. Her fingertips ran over the leather and the lost boy instantly frowned at her touch, his whole body stiffened and he stopped moving for a second.
"W-wait." He stammered, the adrenaline pushing the dizziness of the alcohol away. "I-I… never…" he continued and stopped, his hands wrapped around Y/N's wrist, insecurities overwhelming him as he held her in a safe distance. Now she really wished to see his face, well aware that he must look like earlier when he kissed her, startled and somehow shy.
"Well," she replied after a small pause, her voice echoing clear through the night, "Neither have I."
There was an awkward silence between them two and if the lost boy would not hold her by her hips, she would probably believe he was gone by now. The second in command was embarrassed for no reason, what did he fear? Y/N had no clue how to do this and if she was honest, it was way more appealing that Felix was a virgin, too, even though she did not expect that. All the time she thought he was so confident and now he was so vulnerable to her. The lost boy still did not speak, so she bent into another kiss, hoping to catch his lips in the dark. Felix gasped when he felt her lips on his scar and pulled the girl back in. This was good, they did not need to talk- should not talk. It would only make this weird. Talking would come naturally. Felix grabbed Y/N's hands gently and brought them back to his belt for her to continue what she had started. She let her fingers trail over the leather to his buckle to open it, enjoying the moment when she opened the button of his pants and slowly pulled down his zipper. The lost boy moaned inside her mouth when she slid her hand into his pants, pumping his hardened cock as best as the tight cotton would allow her to. Felix noticed her struggle and broke apart from the kiss to lift himself up and take off his clothes. Y/N heard how each piece of clothing dropped onto the ground while she waited to be told to do the same.
"Should I keep my dress on or-"
"Keep it on." Felix ordered and chuckled to himself, then pulled her back against him, his cock pressing against her stomach. The lost boy let his hands slide under the girl's dress and pulled down her panties for more access, then kneeled naked in front of her while his fingers did their magic. They felt so long and strange, making Y/N wonder if she could even handle Felix's cock. He already felt so big in her hand when she touched him again, fully exposed and hardened. The lost boy lifted one of her legs over his broad shoulder and before Y/N could even figure out what he was doing, Felix pressed his tongue against her clit. She let out a surprised gasp and giggled at the ticklish sensation. The lost boy felt how tense her leg was and reached for the girl's hand, holding it and drawing invisible circles on her palm.��
"Relax." He lifted his head and lightly squeezed her fingers, caressing it a little, then pushed his mouth against her slit, his hot breath warming her as his tongue slid over her clit. The comfort of his touch relaxed Y/N instantly as if the lost boy had enchanted her somehow. He pressed his rough tongue harder against her, burying his face between her legs as he ate her out. The girl could not control herself to keep her from moaning, but led the boy's pace with it, whenever something felt good. He buried his nails into the tender flesh of her thighs and with a swift move he pushed the girl down onto the ground, pushing his fingers faster into her. She could not tell which was tongue or fingers, the overflowing sensation spread inside her body up to her eyes as she felt how she got closer to her orgasm. When Felix’s jaw started to ache he broke apart, breathing heavily and leaving Y/N craving for more on the cold ground in the exact moment she would almost finish. Without saying a word the lost boy pulled himself up to her, placing some sloppy kisses on her mouth before placing his arms next to her, so that his weight would not be too much.
"I want you so much." He panted while he slowly let his thumb circle over her aroused clit.
"Felix-" She pressed her lips onto his and stroked his hardened dick and pulled his torso closer to lead him to her wet entrance. The lost boy let out an uncontrollable moan as he pressed his dick against her dripping slit that already craved him so hard, slowly gliding in to make the girl feel every piece of his mighty cock. He stayed in this position for a moment to adjust this feeling and Y/N felt herself tighten around him, excitement overwhelming her body along with the smell of the lost boy intoxicating her mind.
"Fuck!" Felix hissed as he started to move in a steady motion. His lips caught her once more, pulling her into a long, passionate kiss. Y/N took a sharp breath and pushed her hand against his abdomen, when the lost boy moved, feeling like getting torn apart by him. The lost boy stopped for a moment, shoving one arm under her neck to hold her while his lips softly traced over her chest. After a short moment, Felix moved again. Y/N buried her nails into his skin and rolled her eyes back as the lost boy thrusted into her core, slowly feeling herself relaxing in this position after a few strokes. The pain faded away and she melted into Felix's body as if he was meant to hold her. The sweetest words kept unsaid, too embarrassing, too emotional, still, there was something inside them both that felt more than just enjoying sex. It was Felix who took her virginity and the thought of being the one who took his let her heart skip faster. The second in command felt like a dream,- his sweaty, hot skin pressed tight against hers, his abs flexed and hardened during every move and he was just so fucking tall. Felix moved both of his hands down and cupped her naked butt, lifting Y/N up and pressing her against the bark of a tree. He buried his fingers into her tender flesh and left a trail of kisses on her neck as far as he would reach her. The lost boy held Y/N as if she weighed nothing, pressing her body tightly against his skin. She could not resist sinking her teeth into his neck, sucking on the delicate spot until she was sure he would not leave without a mark. As soon as Felix realised what she was doing, he pulled her head back by her hair. To his own surprise, she let out a light moan, feeling even more excited from his big hand in them.
"The boys can't know." Felix purred into Y/N's ear before he licked over her neck, sinking his teeth lightly into her shoulder to hold him back from letting out another moan.
"Harder!" The girl commanded for Felix's surprise, who had already thought he was already being too rough with her. The lost boy followed the order, pressing himself tighter against her before he paced up, pumping in and out. The sudden sensation flooded Y/N's body and she knew there was something building up inside her, an indescribable feeling of being high. Felix moans got higher, sometimes even stuck in his throat and she was sure he was close too and that he desperately wanted to climax. Before she could realise it, Felix swayed them back onto the ground, gripping her ankles and pressing them against his legs as she wrapped her arms around his neck to capture the lost boy in another kiss.
"I am almost-" Felix spoke in a hoarse tone. It was so dark and Y/M really wished she could see his face at this moment. Felix was so vulnerable right now and even though his moans were the most beautiful melody in her ears, just the thought of a short glimpse of his face made her feel hotter.
"Felix." She purred when he suddenly hit a spot that would not stop making her feel like being on ecstasy.
"I-." She gasped when the knot inside her stomach released and she felt her orgasm roaring through her body with thousands of tiny, electric waves. Jaw clenched and eyes pinched, Felix gave it to her in short, powerful bursts, filling her up with throbbing pumps. His abs flexed and his hands tightened around her ankles. He cursed. His body tensed, and she swore she felt his cock pulsing inside of her as he came in waves, thrusting in and out until he felt himself getting soft.
"Fuck…" Felix let her legs fall to the side as he bent to rest his head on her sweaty chest. "That was…"
She combed her fingers through his messy hair, almost out of words how incredibly good she felt. "That was something."
"Yeah." He kissed the spot between her breasts, "It was."
Felix pulled his dick out, not even seeing the mess he made but still wanting more. Neither of them wanted that night to end and for a while, Felix tried to find his clothes and Y/N thought of how she would clean herself up.
"C'mon." Felix whispered and she heard him step away.
"Wait!" Y/N called and quickly grabbed her underwear- well, the only choice right now-, cleaning herself with it, before running after the tall blonde and crashing into his back.
"Easy, love." He chuckled and grabbed her under one of his arms and strutted towards the dark in one direction, knowing this place perfectly, even drunkenly and without light.
"Where are we going?" The girl asked after what felt like an eternity for her, but in reality it was just a few minutes. The trees left some space for the moonlight now and gave her a chance to take a peak from the second in command's happy face. His cheeks were dyed a deep scarlet and his hair hung messy and full sweat down his face.
"Trust me." He said and paced a little up before he came to halt in front of a big tree, the ladder up to it vanished behind some leaves. Felix climbed up first and lifted the girl up into the tree house when reached the trap door. Felix moved towards a small night desk and lit up a candle. As soon as the light flooded the room, Y/N saw the small cot and a self-made desk under one of the closed windows.
"I built it myself." The lost boy grinned and proudly watched the awe in her face. She swirled around and looked at some little carvings that were placed on the wooden table. Some of them looked like her. When Y/N's eyes detected the little sculpture, she finally understood why she never saw the results and why he burned one earlier. The girl turned around to say something, but Felix stopped her immediately. Before she could say anything, Felix dropped down onto one knee and pulled her into a kiss. His tongue slid over her lips, begging for permission to enter. Without thinking about it, she opened her mouth and felt the lost boy's hand on her hips, pressing her against his body.
"I never thought you would like me too." Felix moaned and eagerly kissed his way down her neck, back to her face and lips, repeating the same thing on the other side and showing how hungry he still was for the girl. Felix clearly had not been touched in a while, just like Y/N, so it was quite natural that they immediately would have a moment like this sooner or later. But why Felix? What was about him that made Y/N constantly crave more, causing her to feel like an addict without his drugs, whenever his lips left hers? Her cheeks heated up and she smiled in the kiss, thinking of the previous events, how Felix's hands felt on her skin. It was special to be with him and the girl's instincts told her that it was more than just sex, that Felix wanted more, too.
"I want you again." Felix licked over his lips and looked at Y/N through half-opened eyes before he slowly melted back into another kiss, this time slow and passionate, synchronising with her while his hands moved down her hips and legs. He gently rubbed his hand against her inner thigh and wandered towards her crotch, to shove a finger inside her still wet hole. He smirked dirty when he felt his mess. Y/N wanted him so much, just like he craved her, maybe even a little more.
"I want to get naked all night long." Felix purred as he pushed his fingers inside and out of Y/N, her light moans echoing in his ears. Without further commands, the girl slipped the dress over her shoulder, letting it elegantly slide down her now exposed body. Felix's cheeks flushed up into the deepest red, his eyes admiring every sight of her that he desired for so long, and truth be told, he was in awe. When the cotton touched the floor, the lost boy grabbed for the hem of his own shirt and ripped it off, then quickly unbuttoned his pants before he crossed them with his underwear through the room. When Felix pinned her down and pulled Y/N into another kiss, he was already hard again, his hot skin burning against hers as her mind drifted off into a feeling of ecstasy. The way Felix's hands trailed down her body gave her chills once more, kept her warm and made her feel wanted.
"Pan would kill us for this." She mumbled into the kiss when the girl thought of how he protected her earlier, something he never did before and sure did not keep unnoticed to the other boys as well. It worried Y/N for a moment, thinking about how Pan always found out every secret, no matter how little it was. And this was definitely not a small secret, something that could be obvious to others. Or maybe Y/N was just paranoid.
"Relax." Felix said, frowning at her words as if the same thought had bothered him for a while now, too. "He isn't here. He won't find out."
The blonde boy rolled over onto his back, pulling the girl with him so she would straddle him. The light of the candle danced over his sharp features, letting it shine in an orange light that spread down to his muscles, constantly catching her eyes as if they were glued on him. Felix always looked beautiful in the orange light of the fire. Every night she would catch herself staring at him. He was perfect.
"You look so beautiful." Felix whispered more to himself than to her, then wiped some hair out of her face. "Unbelievable that someone like you chose someone weird like me."
Before Y/N could correct him, the second in command already captured her lips with his own, burying one hand in her hair while he kneaded one of her breasts with the other one. His words only flattered the girl and she felt the burning desire to finally be one with him again and melt into his body. Felix gasped at her touch and moaned into her mouth when she wrapped her hand around his dick, slowly pumping up and down while gently rubbing at the delicate tip. His member felt long and thick in her hands, but did not scare her off like earlier. Placing the tip at her wet entrance, she slowly slid down onto him, relieved that the lost boy did not push against back,. The stretching feeling made her feel like getting torn apart all over again and she gave herself a moment to adjust to the size. The lost boy rolled his eyes back and shut them with a loud moan when he felt her walls tightened around, rubbing his thumbs against the tender flesh of her hips, when she finally started to slowly move up and down. Seeing the ruthless second in command like this was really stunning and lovely to look at. Felix's mouth was slightly agape and the muscles on his forehead were constantly twitching, moving his eyebrows constantly around. Never had Y/N seen so much emotion in his face before. She pressed her body against the lost boy and sucked at the tender part of Felix's neck. The lost boy used that moment as a chance to turn her over, holding Y/N tight in his arm, the other one holding his weight so he would not suffocate her while he was pumping in and out. Y/N moaned in ecstasy and ran her hands over his muscular back, feeling his skin against them and how his sweat dropped onto her body. She placed her legs on each side of his, clearly noticing the height difference and feeling like a delicate doll as he embraced her. Felix paced up and she rolled her eyes back when he entered in another angle to come even deeper. She never wanted this to stop and kept feeling how the lost boy filled her with his thick manhood, smelling his scent and feeling his hot skin burning against hers. Felix kissed his way down to her chest and caught one of her nipples between his lips, lightly starting to suck on them and intensing it with each time he thrusted in. These were the final strokes that caused Y/N's legs to shiver and tense up every muscle in her body as her climax roared through her whole body, up into her eyes into the back of her head. The lost boy grabbed Y/N's shoulders and when he came, too, the light of the candles danced in his beautiful, scrunched up face. It was a lie to say she did not like that view and the squeaking sound he made when Felix felt his orgasm deep inside her with throbbing pumps. Felix rolled next to the girl, trying to catch his breath and when he did so, he grabbed a towel from the bed for her.
"We could have used the bed." Y/N broke the soothing silence after a while and Felix chuckled, then nodded in agreement.
"Next time." He grinned, pulling his boxers up and placing himself back onto the ground. His eyes did not stop looking at the girl while she grabbed her dress and pulled it back over herself. For a long time they just looked at each other, laughing and giggling, kissing each other but remaining silent. This was clearly something none of them expected to happen.
"What do you see in me?" Y/N suddenly asked, caughting the lost boy off guard, his facial expression went into full confusion. It took him a moment to think about her question before he simply smiled. His eyes would always melt at her sight and in that moment she needed no words from him to realise how much he was in love with her. The lost boy pulled Y/N closer to him and placed her head against his chest, lifted her on his arms and carried her to the bed where he would let himself fall onto the soft mattress. His legs hung over the wooden frame as he gently rubbed his hands over her back while listening to the beat of his heart.
"I would never let anyone harm you." His voice was just a warm breeze on her earlobe, tickling her like a gentle kiss.
"What about Pan?" She asked after a while and took a glimpse at his relaxed face and how her question did not seem to have woken any worries inside him now. He had brushed it off earlier.
"I think, actually, he knew way before me." Felix chuckled low and shook his head unbelieving. "He gave me a chance I got wasted."
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