Quest mindlessly hums as he's supposed to be teaching you how to play guitar. He has you placed in between his legs, snuggled up nicely to his chest. You can feel his thighs rubbing against your hips, and you almost think you're dreaming.
His guitar strap is wrapped around your neck and his arms are over yours, mocking the movements yours are making. You can see his hands so clearly, so vividly. They're almost like a painting, his tattoo, bones, and veins sticking out perfectly, like a picture perfect memory.
He keeps whispering in your ear. Try this cord. You're doing so well. Now, place your index finger on this one. A little flatter. Bend your fingers more. Stay focused, angel. But how can you focus?
How can you focus when you can feel his lips against your ear? How can you focus when you can still feel his piercing gaze, burning through your skin? How can you focus when his chuckle is so light and airy, like something you would hear in your darkest fantasies? How can you focus when his body around you tightens, and brings you closer?
How can you focus with him around?
You feel the vibrations from his chest against his back, and you’re trying so desperately to block out all noise other than his instructions. You're trying not to listen to his husky whispers and his chuckles that make your heart flutter.
Quest’s rough pads of his thumb and index finger find their way to your chin, eyes looking down upon you with mischievous and teasing eyes. “My, we’re getting quite distracted there, aren't we?”
“Not- not at all, Quest. I’m focused. just like you asked me to.” You cleared your throat and forced your hesitant fingers to focus back on the cords you were playing, remembering his previous instructions.
“So obedient,” He chuckles once more, a deep noise resounding from the depths of his chest, eyes swirling with danger and scrunched up like he’s having the time of his life.
(He probably is.)
“You seem rather nervous though.” His grip on you tightens and faux sympathy on his face completely disappeared, replaced with a cruel smirk. His thumb rubs on the corner of your bottom lip and he leans in closer, teasing you. "Do I make you nervous, angel?”
Your breath stopped completely, and your heart was beating so loudly you were sure he could hear you. Your eyes tore away from his sight and paid close attention to his lips, slightly dry and still pulled into a grin that only the devil would wear.
“You’re awfully desperate today, aren’t you?” His warm breath fans over your lips, spearmint and strawberries being your only source of air at the moment. He outright laughs at the way you shrink away from him and bite your cheek in embarrassment.
His hand lets go of you chin, wrapping around the back of your head and pulling you closer. “That’s alright, though. You look absolutely stunning like this, wrapped around my finger.”
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just got back from the fair with my s/o and my head is splitting so I thought why not write something while I’m tired?
content/characters: nightowl, quest, xyx, nakedtoaster, gender neutral reader, xyx is a little shit, toasty is tired, some product placement/advertising
nightowl:
just as fucked up as you honestly
both of your heads are pounding but for different reasons
the movement from the rides caught up with you
he’s not used to staying up that long in the daylight
you’re both glad when you collapse into bed when you get home
you both feel sweaty and sticky when you get home but neither of you have the energy to take a shower
so you just reheat your fair food and put on a movie until you pass out in each other’s arms
“Oh my god I am so tired,” you groan, kicking off your shoes in the doorway as nightowl does the same, the both of you then struggling to take your jackets off and not drop your food at the same time.
“You’re tired? I haven’t slept since this morning,” he says, walking past you and stretching, setting his bags of food and plushies down on the counter. Looking at it now, maybe you did go overboard on the games.
“Yes, that’s an uncommon occurrence for you,” you tease, kissing his forehead as you walk to his room, immediately rummaging through your luggage to find something to sleep in. “I smell like sweat and should shower but I’ll do that in the morning.”
“Amen to that, cutie,” he says, going over and pecking your forehead, before going over to his clothes and picking out something for himself to sleep in.
“Wanna reheat our food and play cheesy movies until we pass out?”
“Oh my god. You know me so well. I love you.”
“I love you too, dork.”
quest
his head hurts a little but he’s alright for the most part
spends the rest of the night taking care of you
gets you painkillers and runs you a bath
sits with you in the bathroom with incense flowing though the house
“it’s supposed to help with headaches, I think”
if the smell is too much he immediately puts it out
but for the sake of the fic that goes with this let’s say it’s light
“Okay, I think I have everything. I got something light for you to eat when you get out, and these are some warm towels when you’re ready to dry off,” Quest says, placing the towels down on the edge of the sink, before walking over and sitting down on the edge of the tub next to you, holding his hand out to you.
You place your hand in his own, giving a warm smile as he kisses your knuckles, rubbing them softly. “Quest, you’re too good for me,” you say, your hand sinking back under the bubbles, your head sinking down a bit more into it. The soft scent of peppermint flowed through the house, making you hum softly.
“Hey, Quest?”
“Yes, Angel?”
“You know what this peppermint smell makes me want?”
“…Hot chocolate?”
“You know me so well~” you say, leaning up and giving him a peck on the cheek, him adverting his eyes to the wall until you slipped back under the bubbles. What? He’s respectful.
“Sure thing, angel. I’ll go make us some hot chocolate. And maybe get The Nightmare Before Christmas ready too,” he says, adding a wink to the last part as he left the bathroom.
And that last sentence is when you knew you loved that man.
xyx
oh this man
this mother fucker
is somehow perfectly fine
probably IS the reason for your headache
gets you on shit that flips you upside down and sideways
gets you fucked up off inertia
you’re a mess when you get back home
and he’s still trying to get you to go out
it’s only when cat intervenes do his shenanigans stop
“C’mon, love, you’re okay! The night’s barely started, let’s go and do something else! I hear there’s concert near here starting soon, we can probably sneak in!” He says, walking around the room while you contemplate if the criminal charges of hitting him with a desk lamp are worth it.
“Xyx, I’ve already told you, I’m tired and my head is splitting. Go sneak in yourself, loser,” you reply, deciding to just pull a pillow over your head, trying to ignore the pulsating pain in your brain.
“It won’t be any fun without you there! Besides, I don’t want anyone feeling me up, I’m already taken by the best person on this planet~” he coos, flopping onto the bed and pulling you over, planting kisses wherever he can reach.
Just as you’re about to consider if the punishment for 3rd degree manslaughter is really that bad, Cat comes into the room, meowing softly and jumping up onto the bed, nuzzling their obnoxious owner’s arm.
“Oh, Cat! There you are. Maybe you can help me convince no-fun over here to go out?” He asks, scratching behind the feline’s ears as they meow again, purring softly.
“Oh wait, is your food bowl empty?” He asks quietly, picking Cat up and scurrying off to go check the state of their own little corner.
You have never been happier this man was a cat owner. Maybe pampering them will give you the quiet you need. For a little while, anyway.
When Xyx comes back, he finds you passed out on the bed, hugging the pillow you had been hiding with to your chest. He gives a soft smile, before pulling the blanket over you and going to fetch some water before you woke up.
He wasn’t a complete monster, after all.
nakedtoaster
they’re tired
just absolutely fucked up
he wanted to stay home and play the critically acclaimed mmorpg final fantasy vix that has a free trial and includes the entirety of a realm reborn and
but your puppy dog eyes broke his weak soul
they regret it immediately
the rides were kinda fun after he got done screaming at the first rollercoaster
but they’re so antisocial they don’t go to fairs often so that inertia hits them FAST
you go home and take care of him while he lays in bed regretting all of his life choices
“How you holding up?” You ask quietly, placing the cup of water and some painkillers down on the bedside table, rubbing his head gently as he groans into the pillow.
“Head… splitting. I want to sleep,” he says, the headache breaking his English. You nod sympathetically, moving his head onto your lap, which he complies with easily, looking over at the items on the bedside table.
“Did you at least have a little bit of fun while we were out there?” You ask, hoping this experience wasn’t completely horrible for them. They think for a minute, before turning to look up at you, taking your hand and holding it to their head, seemingly enjoying the pressure.
“Yes, I did. Once you get past the whole there-are-so-many-people-here and post-inertia headache stuff, anyway,” they said, reaching over to the painkillers and popping two in their mouth, swallowing the water after.
“Well, I’m glad. Next time we’ll pace ourselves, okay?” You suggest, holding your pinky out to him, a small smile on your face. He contemplates it, before reaching up and interlocking your pinkies together.
“You’re so good to me. Deal.”
“Only cause you deserve it~” you say, pecking his forehead as his cheeks become slightly dusted pink.
You sit with his head on your lap for a bit longer, him and his headache enjoying the calm, and making plans for less-taxing activities throughout the night.
Quest likes to think he met you where the soul had met the bone, where your smiles and touches made his heart ache. His arms envelop you, calloused finger tips drawing sleepy circles into your waist. He sits and breathes you in, breathes you out.
Compared to him, you're little in his arms, really. You lay there with your head resting on one arm, and connecting little freckles of his like you're creating constellations with the other. The two of you just sit in serenity, not wanting to break the silence and tenderness that floats in the air quite yet. Part of you doesn't want to leave because, well you're comfortable, but if you'd turn around you would meet his pretty blue eyes that are like an ocean that threatened to swallow you whole. Or, willingly, you’d drown. And you weren't so sure if you’d want to be saved.
Quest dips down to kiss the nape of your neck, relishing in the soft chuckles you make as you tighten your grip on his forearm. He doesn't budge a bit, and decides to bite softly as to not hurt you but to raise a few gasps out of you. His smirk grows when you glare playfully at him over your shoulder, and you can practically feel your faux melting at the sight of his face.
You're drowning.
And you really, really don't want to be saved.
He presses a firm kiss on your jaw, waking you up further. As you sit up, he inches his one arm to your face again to bring you closer to him. He places gentle kisses on your cheekbones, the bridge of your nose, the corner of your mouth, wherever he can reach. He hums against your skin, "Good morning."
Quest's lips find your neck once more, becoming more firm as they travel down to your collarbones. You gently run your hands through his hair, bringing him out of his sleep driven trance. "G'morning. It's way too early for this."
You yawn almost instantly after saying that making Quest's smile grow wider. Sarcasm drips from his voice as he kisses your cheek again, and again, and again. "Oh wow, I'm hurt," he gives you a playful pout to counter your rolling eyes. "Really, I just wanted to show you how much I adore my angel. Is that so wrong?"
He brings a hand of yours up to his lips and matches his smile with your own. Neither of you mention how his voice dipped a bit when he called you yours. Neither of you minded it. If it were up to you, you'd adore it all the more if he'd just call you that forevermore. Hearing him say "angel" was like he reinvented the word and gave it a new meaning, like it was his initial around your neck. As much as it was yours, it was his. Forget your name, you just wanted him.
You met his eyes again – sinking and drowning and dying – and you give him a little kiss on his lips. Then another one. Then you two are one. Like a set of gloves, you just go together, you're meant to be.
You pull away with a whine, doe eyes looking into ones of a Greek God. "I have to get ready for work."
"No you don't. Just call in sick."
You squint at him but there's no malice behind your stare. A smile refuses to leave your bruised lips. "I've done that one too many times for you, they're gonna start getting suspicious."
"Then fake it. Pretend you have a sore throat. Just stay with me a little while longer." Another kiss is pressed to your knuckles and you're dead. You've drowned in him completely. And you're totally okay with that.
"How can I just pretend to have a sore throat?"
A toothy smile graces his features, painted with mischief and cheekiness, sculpted from the finest hands. "I know a way or two."
Quest laughs when you slap his chest and he laughs a little harder when he hears your laughter, too.
He means it when he calls you angel. He hears God themselves whispering behind your voice like background vocals in a song when you speak and he sees the gates of Heaven when you smile. In the so called ugliness of your tears he sees himself and that itself makes him yearn for you all the more. He pulls you closer to his chest, his heart in sync with yours.
He knows he isn't a good person, but if he gets to stay here with you for just a second longer then he knows he did one thing right. You had become his home, a sacred oasis. If he was told he would die tomorrow, he'd be more than fine spending the time atoning for his sins in your arms.
Quest kisses your neck again. His lips travel, traced with electricity. He finds your pulse point and lingers, kissing it softly. He attempts to kiss once more, but it's more smile than pursed lips when he hears your laughter again.
The ocean is not a home for angels. It's inhospitable, dark and unforgiving. But as long as you swear yourself to the tides and mutter its praises, it will hold onto you.
Everything in the kitchen was messier than anything you've ever seen before.
The counters were covered in something white and powdery, you couldn't tell what it was anymore. It was going to be hell to clean up. The only thing that was untouched by the tornado of flour and powdered sugar was Quest's glasses, sat delicately on top of the microwave.
You sighed and looked over to Quest, relishing in delight with a stupid smile in his pink frilly apron. "Dear?"
His grin grows from ear to ear, awaiting your next instruction like a dog.
Your smile matches his and you reach over to pour some more chocolate chips in your hand. "Could you please get me," you pause and look over to your recipe. "half a teaspoon of baking soda?"
"If you stop eating chocolate chips by the handful, then sure." You roll your eyes and continue to mix your wet ingredients together, occasionally flinging some of the mixture onto you and the counters. You pay little to no mind to it when Quest comes over with your dry ingredients, and you look up at him with a tight smile. He leans forward a bit to try and see what you were so focused on. "Is something wrong?"
"No, nothing. This is just a tablespoon. And also baking powder. But it's fine, what's the worst that can happen?"
Quest gives you a weird look and retracts his head a bit. "You can tell the difference between baking soda and baking powder?"
"You can't tell the difference between a tablespoon and a teaspoon?"
He throws his hand up like a sassy child and squints at you, something you do right back to him. "In my defense, I'm not wearing glasses."
"And what's in your defense for wearing a pink apron?"
He twirls around a bit and laughs as he picks up the frills and lifts it, bowing down a bit. "I'm a pretty princess. C'mon, I'm sure you'd agree."
You laugh and shake your head. "God, you're a dork." You go to scoop two cups of flour out of the bag when you feel him wrap his arms around you and begin kissing up, from your shoulder blades to your neck and coming around to your collarbones. You attempt to shrug him off but you're the man and he's the leech. "Hey, princess, not now. I'm doing super serious business."
You feel his kisses falter a bit as airy chuckle come out of him. He looks up at you for a brief moment before asking, "Making cookies is super serious business?"
"I don't think I stuttered."
Quest seems taken aback by your responses, but is still laughing up a storm as you try and hold your chuckles back too. "And what's gonna get that attitude out of you?"
You don't answer, instead you turn around and kiss him tenderly. Quest seemed very happy by this and grabbed the edge of the counter to stabilize himself, knocking downs cup or two before helping you on the counter without care. He kisses you again and runs his fingers through your hair, stopping when he hears a disgruntled whine from you. He pulls back and looks at you, examining all kinds of faux-disappointment on your face. "Are you okay?"
"No, yeah, I'm just," You cut yourself off and laugh a little bit, pulling him closer. "You just got flour in my hair."
He shrugs with a shit-eating grin and kisses the corners of your lips before actually kissing you, laughing against your lips. "It's fine, you always liked it a bit messy."
He laughs harder when you hit his shoulder and still lean into him for another kiss.
25 one-shots of christmas: part 1
author is taking a gamble and starting this at 7 pm whist,le watching 911 lone star let's see if she can finish before 12
characters/content: quest, gender neutral reader, reader works in an office, heated themes but no nsfw, reader works overtime, quest is an old man who uses emoticons
"See you later, Y/N!" your boss called, giving you a wave as he walked out, you forcing a smile that immediately dropped as soon as he left your eyeline. You let out a huff through your nose, your hands going back to clacking at your computer, trying to focus on your work and not what was supposed to be your first evening off in a while. "It's more money for you, Y/N," you thought. 'It'll be good to have for Christmas.'
You let out another breath, looking at your screen as you paused, processing your work thus far. You also thought about how your boss wasn't a bad man, but rather just very inconvenient at times. He had asked you to stay back and finish the report, you being one of the fastest workers on your team. He insisted he would've stayed and finished, but his wife finally had a free night for the first time in a while, being a first responder and all. Even though you were annoyed about using your time off, your guilty conscious would've been too much knowing you had refused a couple who didn't have much time together as it. Curse you and your decent upbringing.
As you went mindlessly about your work, your phone dinged a couple times, drawing your attention away from your work. You looked at your notifications, a small smile instantly adorning your features as you moved your work aside for the moment. It was Quest, doing what seemed to be your nightly check-ins after long periods of server silence.
Quest: hey! been a while since you were last on. you okay, angel?
Y/N: i'm okay, just doing some overtime. christmas money crunch, y'know?
Quest: yeah, i get that, overtime sucks :( but capitalism is the bane of us all, isn't it? anyway, how much longer do you think you'll be?
Y/N: a little while, i think i have to rewrite some of these drafts :/
Quest: i see... well, i'll see you in a bit, then. love you, angel <3
Y/N: love you too, honey <3
You placed your phone down to the side, cracking your knuckles and getting back to work on your reports. The way Quest said he'd see you in a bit bothered you a bit, but you paid little mind to it. You wanted to get done, get money, and get home.
A while later, the sound of your rapidly moving fingers was interrupted by a knocking on the wall, causing your head to shoot up and peer over your cubicle. You were supposed to be the only one here tonight, right? You silently prayed it was just one of the security guards that had come up to check on you. Although, the voice that came proved to be something much better.
"Angel, you in here?" Quest called, pulling his coat hood down, looking around the office, before his eyes settled on you. You immediately got up from your desk, going over to wrap your arms around his large frame, squeezing him tight. Even with the large coat, he still seemed to be freezing.
"Quest, what are you doing here?" you asked, pulling back to look at him, tilting your head as he placed a hand on the back of his neck. "A guard let me in. I guess dropping by on all our shared lunch breaks gave me an identity here, huh?" he chuckled, his arms going down to the small of your back, looking at you lovingly.
"I missed you, angel," he said, lifting you and pulling you into a kiss, your legs wrapping around his waist as he walked back over to your cubicle, pushing your papers to the side and setting you down, his hands running along your sides as you reached up to his neck, wrapping your arms around it. Pulling away for air, he went to leave soft kisses on your cheek, along your jawline, and down your neck.
"I missed you so much..." he mumbled, letting a word out through each kiss. He pulled your body flush to his own, soft hums being pulled out of your throat with each kiss and squeeze of your waist.
"Mmm... Quest?"
"Hm?"
"My reports?"
"...Right, sorry," he said, pulling back with a cough, you rubbing his cheek lovingly as you sat down at your desk. You immediately went back to churning out reports, a newfound incentive to finish your work.
"I can help you with that, Y/N."
"Oh, ever such a help, my hero~ But what about the server?"
"Ah, they'll behave. Besides..." he began, leaning down to your ear, nibbling on it gently. "Parents deserve a night to themselves sometimes, no?" he asked, only to be met with your hand pushing his face away.
"After work, Quest."
"Right, sorry. Well, then maybe instead of that..."
He pulled his phone out, tapping on the screen a few times before starting to play a playlist full of Christmas music. You gave a small snort at his antics, watching as he stole a swivel chair to sit next to you. "You're ridiculous," you laughed, watching him start peering at your documents.
"Yeah, but I'm also a hero, right? C'mon, you know you don't wanna be here for too long either, right? Let's get this done so we can go home."
You nodded along with him, starting to get to work almost twice as fast with an extra pair of hands helping you out, talking to him about a variety of things as you worked, occasionally stopping to sing a small duet from the music playing. The two of you kept working through the night, and soon after you were no longer upset about having to give up your sudden night shift. Quest made sure you forgot all about the whole thing later that night anyway.
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