#'i'd sleep' not in a way intended as a slight but in him just being a sleepy lil guy asfkds

[lctibule]

✏️ once again as many as u like! for joon

incorrect quotesㅤㅤㅤㅤ☾ㅤㅤㅤㅤ accepting!!

elinor: my hands are cold. minjoon: here, let me hold them. elinor: my lips are cold too. minjoon: *covers her mouth with his hand*

minjoon: if ellie says he’ll be ready in five minutes, he will be. minjoon: no need to remind her every fifteen minutes about it.

elinor: so… what would you do if you were in bed with me? minjoon: depends. is your bed comfortable? elinor: yes. minjoon: i'd sleep.

elinor: the stars are so beautiful… minjoon: they're just giant balls of gas. elinor: you know what, if you're just going to ruin this, then— minjoon: and yet none of them are as huge as my love for you. elinor: oh…

minjoon: i have a new hoodie. elinor: wrong. elinor: we have a new hoodie.

elinor, carrying a box: what would you say if— if i, hypothetically, came home with seven kittens one day? minjoon: … minjoon: what’s in the box? elinor: what woul— minjoon: el, what’s in the box? elinor: i think you know.

[munsonsmixtapes]

hiii i’m wondering if i could put in a request??? 💕

it’s my birthday today and i cannnotfft stop thinking about waking up to eddie (munson btw) just slurping at my pussy 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 and he just wants to love you and show you how much he loves you by fucking you like you guys are animals in heat and we’re just going at it like rabbits 🤤🤤

Sorry this is a bit late, but happy belated birthday, lovely! I did change it up a little bit, but I still hope you like it!

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

CW: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) unprotected sex (wrap it before you smack it) anal, oral (fem receiving) Eddie leaves hickeys all over reader's body, Eddie has a slight degradation kink, cockwarming

Sun seeped in through the blinds, stirring you from your sleep. You turned to your left to see Eddie sleeping peacefully next to you. Every time you looked at him, you felt nothing but grateful to have a partner like him. Someone who cared for you, wanting to give you whatever he could if it meant you'd be happy.

Your gaze moved to the shining diamond on your ring finger, holding it up so the sun could shine on it. Eddie had proposed the night before and you were still in disbelief that you had lucked out so well in the romance department.

You felt Eddie pressed his lips to your bare shoulder, moving closer so you could feel his bare, rock hard cock against your ass. You both had been tangled in the sheets for hours to celebrate your engagement and hadn't even bothered to change into pajamas. But that was how you both ended up most nights anyway, not being able to keep your hands off of each other, always ending up in the bedroom one way or another.

"Happy birthday," he whispered in your ear. "Do you want your gift now or later?" He asked, his breath tickling your neck.

"Now," you responded, knowing exactly what he was getting at. He rolled you onto your back and placed himself on top of you, taking no time to press his lips to yours.

"I did actually get you a gift, but thought I'd give you this first," he said against your lips.

"What'd you get me?"

"Later, hon," he pressed a kiss to your lips. "I'm about to do my best work." His lips moved to your cheek then down to your neck, licking and sucking on the spot, warming you up for the main event.

You grabbed onto his arms, letting him know that you were enjoying the feeling of his lips on your skin. A moan passed your lips and your grip got even tighter as his teeth grazed the skin. He knew exactly how to drive you wild, what made you go absolutely crazy.

Your back arched and you could feel your first orgasm rolling through you. You had never gotten there so fast, but Eddie was just so talented in that area. He was always able to make you cum in a matter of minutes, but that just meant that you could go for more rounds throughout the night.

His lips moved down to your collarbone, nipping and sucking at the skin, peppering it with kisses. He was fully intending to leave hickeys on every spot he could reach, wanting you to see just how much he loved you just by him using his mouth.

He finally got to your tits, wanting to give them special attention since he knew you liked it so much. He pressed a gentle kiss to the spot in between them then kissed it again, mixing in his tongue with it, letting it stroke against your warm skin. He then went in and gave the spot a rough suck, wanting it to be purple by the time he was done with it.

Eddie continued to lick and suck on the spot, knowing that you were loving it by how you were now tugging on his hair and the delicious moans that were falling from your lips. He had you where he wanted you and had no intention of stopping any time soon. It was your birthday and he had every intention making you feel like the queen you were.

"Fuck, Eddie," you moaned and he chuckled as he pulled away from you, absolutely eating up how fucked out you already looked. He couldn't wait until he was finally done with you to see what you looked like even though he very much knew.

"There's more where that came from, doll," he winked then moved over to one of your tits. He began to suck on the side of it and once he was done, he moved to the other side before going in for your nipple. He licked a stripe across it and looked down at you to see your glare. He loved to tease you and you fell for it every time.

"Eddie, please," you begged, wanting him to get on with it, feeling yourself already getting soaked. And if he didn't do something soon, you swore you were going to just have to do it yourself.

"Alright," he sighed. "I know it's your birthday, but that doesn't mean you get to act like a brat."

"Then stop teasing."

"Fine, but you asked for it." he went straight for your nipple, taking it between his teeth and giving it a tug.

"Fuck," you mewled, yanking his hair in response. You let out another scream as you reached your second orgasm in record speed. Eddie licked a stripe across your nipple before laying you back down onto to the mattress, letting you come down before he moved on.

Once you were all settled, he grabbed onto the blanket and pulled it over his as he moved lower, getting exactly where he had wanted to be all morning. He wasn't shy about letting you know that he liked eating you out the most. Nine times out of ten, that was what he was doing when the two of you were together. He just couldn't get enough of you and the way you tasted.

You sat up and rested your back against the headboard so it would be more comfortable and you felt him grab onto your thighs, spreading your legs apart and he took no time to dive in, going straight for your cunt.

You let out a gasp, the sensation of his mouth on your cunt always surprising you at first. Your hands moved to his hair once again in preparation as you knew you'd need something to grab on.

Eddie mouthed on your cunt, swirling his tongue around it before going in for a suck. It was soft at first, but quickly got harder as he got more desperate, more hungry for you.

Your fingers dug into his scalp as he worked, wanting this part to never end. He was always so good in this area, knowing exactly what to do to make you lose your goddamn mind every time.

He then licked a stripe along your slit, slowly, then moving his tongue back and forth at a rapid rate before grazing the sensitive spot with his teeth, that movement already unleashing something inside of you. Just when you were reaching the edge, he stuck his whole tongue inside of you, making you pull on his hair even harder.

“Fuck, oh my god, Eddie,” you whined. His tongue curved and hit just the right spot, making your vision go hazy. You reached your third orgasm, but Eddie was still going, fully intending to get you to your fourth. He wanted to see how many times he could make you cum that morning.

He continued, his tongue swirling, curving in another direction and by the way you were practically pulling his hair out, he could tell that you were close once again.

Your back arched one more time and this time you screamed his name, reaching completion and Eddie was reluctant to pull away, wanting to taste you forever. He could never get enough of it, fully content with doing it for hours and you would have let him.

You pulled the cover away from you so Eddie could move and he crawled up to rest his head on your chest, giving the two of you time to rest before you continued. One of your hands rested on his bare back, rubbing lazy circles along it while your other one moved to his hair, running your fingers through it, knowing that he wanted you to do so without even having to ask.

He pulled away briefly, resting his chin on your chest, wanting to look you in the eye, seeing that you were already looking at him with so much love in his eyes. God, he really did win the lottery with you.

You pushed his hair behind his ears then pressed a brief kiss to his lips before pulling away, a smile playing on your own that he couldn’t help but mimic. He really ridiculed love you with everything he had and now you were going to be his wife.

He grabbed hold of your hand and pressed a kiss to your ring before pulling away to admire it. He wasn’t trying to brag, but he nailed the choice, especially since he had caught you staring at it on multiple occasions the night before.

“I love you,” he said, no longer able to hide the smile on his face and god, did he have a pretty one. It was the one that you knew was only for you, all teeth, filled with nothing but pure joy and love, the whole thing in his loving eyes. The dark brown always softening when he looked at you.

“I love you too,” you replied, pulling him in for another kiss, this one longer, deeper, the two of you pouring out all the love you had for each other into it. And Eddie took no time to stick his tongue between your lips and you let him, eager to make it more hot as you were becoming hungry for him again.

His arms wrapped around your waist tightly, wanting you to feel his cock against you so you could see just how hard he was for you. And you took notice because you were quick to pull away from him, giving him that look that he knew all too well.

He didn’t bother grabbing a condom since he knew you liked to feel him inside you with no barrier. He didn’t do it often, but he thought this was a special occasion with it being your birthday and all.

He leaned up and lined his already very leaky cock with your cunt and pounded into you, knowing exactly what you needed and you moaned loudly at the sensation. He pinned you to the mattress and and continued, loving to see that you were already coming undone.

“You just lay there and look pretty, okay? This is about you and I want you to enjoy every minute.”

He continued to pound into you, his movements nothing but fast and hard and you already knew that you were going to have to call out of the work the next day if he was going to keep at it.

You watched him as your breathing picked up, looking down to where you were connected, loving how you well you fit together. Every time he fucked you, it was nothing but perfect as he knew exactly what you liked since you had been together for so long. And now you were going to be together forever.

You watched him, seeing his own orgasm building, never quite getting used to how hot he looked when he got off. The way his mouth was wide open, his hair all wild, pouring sweat. That image was burned into your head 24/7 and you would never get tired of seeing him like that.

“Taking me so well, doll. Think you can take all of me?” You didn’t know why he was asking. You could and had on multiple occasions.

“Know I can,” you breathed, feeling yourself slowly getting tired, but you weren’t quite finished. You still had a bit of energy left and you were fully prepared to keep going until your words were slurring.

Eddie kept pumping, each time slowly putting more of himself inside you until he fit the whole thing. He could see on your face that it was a lot, but knew that you would have been upset if you had told him to stop.

He could feel himself getting close and he quickly pulled out, letting his cum leak out all over his cock. He was quick to clean himself up and turned to the giant mirror that was sitting on top of the dresser that was across from the bed, wondering why he hadn’t thought of it sooner.

He faced it then slowly turned to you, the gears turning in his head as his idea was suddenly becoming the only thing he could think about. He had to fuck you in front of that mirror and he had to do it right then.

Eddie moved to end of the bed and held his hands out for you and you took them without question, putting your full trust in him just like always. He helped you up from the bed and wrapped his arms around your waist, helping you over to the dresser since he knew that your legs were already starting to feel like jello.

Your profiles were facing the dresser as he pressed his lips to yours, slow and sloven as he took his time. You were pliant under his touch as you let him take what he wanted, tilting your head to the side so he could reach you from another angle, his tongue sliding into your mouth once again. This time, he let it roam around the area, almost as if he was on the hunt for something, but really, he wanted to taste you, never getting tired of how your mouth always tasted so sweet no matter what.

“Turn around,” he commanded against your lips and you did as he asked, turning your back towards him. “Hands on the dresser.” You put your hands on the dresser and Eddie felt himself getting hard again as he thought about your hands scratching it, leaving nails marks into it as he pounded into your ass.

He roughly took your chin in his hand and forced you to look into the mirror. It was odd look at yourself post sex with your hair all wild and sweat making your skin sticky, but you kind of liked the way you looked. Staring at your bare chest was different, though. You hadn’t done it very often, but now you were able to get a good look at all of the hickeys that peppered it. It was something just between you and Eddie. A little secret.

“I want you to look at yourself when I fuck you,” he said, his voice low. “Want you to see what I see. Want you to get off on how hot you are.” You could feel yourself getting wet already because that always seemed to happen when he was bossing you around. You really wished he did more often. You loved being told what to do.

Eddie leaned forward, his lips right by the shell of your ear. His hot breath made goosebumps rise on your skin and you could have cum just from that alone. His other rested on your hip, his fingers digging into it. You let out a gasp, but couldn’t hide how much you liked it.

“And honey, you look so hot,” he said, his voice getting even lower. “Look at you. Fuck,” The last word came out so harsh, the air passing through his teeth making chill run down your spine. Just when you thought you were going weak in the knees, he brought your earlobe between his teeth and gave it a little nibble, causing a little laugh to pass through your lips.

He moved back, removing his hand from your face and bringing it down to your other hip, digging his fingers into it just like he had done with the other one. You had hoped that it would leave bruises, a physical reminder of the morning you had spent together.

“Stay just like that.” With seemingly no warning, he pounded into you and you watched yourself just like he told you to and seeing yourself moan was a whole different experience. Watching your mouth fall open and actually paying attention to the sounds you were making only made you feel more confident.

Eddie continued to pound into you, not being able to help but stare at you, seeing how in love with yourself you were becoming. Now you were seeing what he saw every time he fucked you. He wondered if that would have made you even more confident in the bedroom, wondering if now you’d boss him around.

“Yeah, that’s it. See how fucking got you are, doll?” But you weren’t looking at yourself anymore. You were looking at him. You liked seeing him from that angle. Finally seeing what he looked like when he was behind you made you feel even more connected to him.

“No,” you shook your head. “Only see how hot you are. I love how you look behind me.” You always knew exactly what to say to make him go weak in the knees.

“Just can’t get enough of me, can you?”

“Never.” He pounded even harder into you and tried to fight his smile as he saw how hard you were white knuckling the dresser. Your head was turning to the side and he couldn’t have that. You were getting close again and he really needed to see you watch yourself orgasm. It would be his wet dream come to life and he just wanted to be selfish for a split second.

He brought his hand up to your chin again and forced your gaze back to the mirror. You looked into it, getting close to your final orgasm of the morning. After this, there was no way you had anything left in you.

You looked into the mirror as you reached your peak, Eddie’s name falling from your lips in a scream. It was unlike anything you had ever experienced. If that was really what you looked like when you orgasmed, then no wonder Eddie always wanted to fuck you. You looked so hot and you weren’t even ashamed to admit it.

You continued to look at your reflection as you came down. Eddie had already pulled out, but you were afraid to move, your legs seconds away from giving out. He could see your sweat hands slipping from the dresser and was quick to pick you up. He carried you to the bed and laid you down on your side before placing himself on top of you, the thing he always did after you slept together.

And right on cue, he slid his cock inside with no intention other than cockwarming. And you let him as you thought that it was a far more intimate version of cuddling. Your arms wrapped around each other, the only sound that could be heard was the traffic outside your window and the sounds of your heavy breathing as you both calmed down from your activity.

Being there like that was something that you could have done forever. All you ever wanted was to be wrapped up in Eddie’s arms since that was the safest you ever felt. It was where you felt your most comfortable. It was home. And as you lifted your hand for both of you to look at your ring, all you could think about was how excited you were to start the next chapter with your fiancé.

[katyahina]

The 'haired' helmets are strange..

It IS odd how we get to wear the characters' hairstyles, as it is just really unlikely they're scalps! I suppose the explanation is the same as why we are able to completely change upon looking into a mirror at Roundtable's Hold; as long as the Tarnished is guided by Greater Will, they'll have its aid and be transformed into whatever they see fit to keep carrying on! So I think the implication here is that we do, physically, grow the hair of the demigods (or champions) upon trying to tap on their power! I think if GW abandons a Tarnished, or if they abandon it, they lose this 'ability', which our playable character never does, so..

I am not sure whether it is Maliketh's own long mane or also a decoration! I'd like to think the former, in which case, same logic as with hair of Malenia, Godfrey and Radahn applies! Vargram's "hair" definitely is a decoration, and specifically for the purpose of imitating shadowbeasts:

Ensha's armour goes even further and not only gives us a hairdo, but makes us a skeleton:

We even get his power of slight regeneration, similar to Erdtree's normal powers:

All implications considered, I really doubt that this is just how armour looks, especially considering no change in size. We are not 'wearing' the skull, we ARE the skull now fhhsfd And this time the NPC data inside simply exists because Ensha does use NPC code and mechanics. So, we turn into a corpse! Again, should not matter much since as long as we're carried by GW we don't need to eat or sleep or... anything, really. (I'll also die on the hill of the theory that Ensha was one of the deceased Marika's offspring whose Mausoleum crashed and what was left from him crawled out but that's another story fdhfhds)

Here are other instances of hair simply decorating a helm:

Niall is that one guy we fight in Castle Sol, so similarity in this case ALSO checks out! Also cute idea: what if decoration for the helmets of Godrick's Knights IS his own hair? ;-;

That could also be speculated about Redmane Knights, but I feel like it'd be more appropriate for Godrick's. Radahn would be stingy about his amazing lion mane whereas Godrick can not only take body parts but also give them XDDDD yeah yeah terrible whatever

The black hair on Night Cavalry's helmet can be removed, also confirming that in this case it is a decoration. This hair does have interesting flowing animation though! Maybe it IS the hair of Night Cavalry themselves, still having their shadowy energy, but cut and attached again to their own helmets (kind of like Ciaran from DS1 decorated her helmet with her own braid!)

Another case of hair not being actual hair but part of the mask; the way hair is placed, it'd had to grow from like, eyebrows level and face itself or something fdhfdsdfh Maybe this style with braids and grey hair was intended to refer at Godfrey's? Alternatively, what IF their faces are actually furry/animalistic despite otherwise human build, so the hair doubles as fur? We don't see them behind the mask, after all? A food for a thought lol

^ More of 100% 'mask' types of these

The water dancer in blue gave the sword to Malenia's teacher, the blind guy that once sealed the God of Rot himself, and these warriors in blue appear to be following the same philosophy of "ever running water preventing stagnation, so, rot itself" as him! Although this head piece imitates just a follower and not the man himself (as far as we are aware....), perhaps the sentiment is strong enough to give us the hairdo too x) Again, funny enough, it seems to resemble the Lady of the Lake fairy herself!

I suspected the case of 'sharing hair' with Cleanrot Knights too, but upon closer look I can tell it is supposed to be some fabric/rags, rather than hair or hairlike accessory! Probably more efficient to imitate the look with rags rather than something hairlike tbh, considering the lenght of the thing! So I think the design is more meant to represent Malenia's own unhappy fate, with short tuft being the "hair" and the longer tails being the "wings" :

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In conclusion, it is kind of easy to deduce which hair become our actual hair for the time being because of golden grace 'reshaping' us and which hair is just decor! But it is really interesting stuff to think about all the way!

[lightlycareless]

I’m sorry if this is a weird question. It’s totally cool if you just delete this if it is but when faced with another guy bothering Y/N, would he be the type to punch a guy out, intimidate them, or talk out of it(y’know that suave way of staking claim so to speak) :3

Hello anon!!!

Ah yes, the ask I thought I hallucinated by some strange reason 🤣 like, I believed I already posted the answer to this but I didn't???

Either way, this gave me the perfect opportunity to do a bit of angst :) a little "Naoya and Y/N realize being together isn't all rainbows"

warnings: highschool au, kind of. slight mentions of violence. you really worry for naoya. he has yet a lot to learn about being a good boyfriend. it's the early stages of the relationship.

Enjoy!

Honestly, this moment… is something everyone around you awaited.

I mean, Naoya is brash, stubborn, rude, selfish, nobody gets along with him, doesn't have that many friends, so on and so forth.

Thus, it was only natural that he'd eventually rub someone the wrong way…

Or be rubbed the wrong way.

Your boyfriend, as stated, was a threat by himself, but when you were added into the mix, it's like all his foul traits doubled. Not to you, of course not, never to the only other person he considered worthy of him.

But towards those foolish enough to think they still had a chance with you after making his claim. To defy the heir of the Zen'in is to have a death wish—wasn’t that common knowledge by now?!

Yet, to those ignorant of this fact, he is nothing but patient enough to remind.

“—Naoya!”

It happened all so quickly. One moment you were being pestered by a faceless student, insisting you’d leave your boyfriend for someone better, a bit more grounded, implying himself to be that person…

And the other, you were crying, heart thundering and hands trembling as the horrifying sight of Naoya beating that same guy unfolded before you.

The fight did not go without retaliation of course, your instigator never intending to take your boyfriend’s punches without retaliation, which lead you to shriek when a particular sharp blow landed against Naoya’s left side of his face, prompting you to run to their side and do all in your power to separate them—

To no avail.

“Stop it, Naoya!” You cried, helplessly trying to get them away from one another; but you never could compare to his strength. Less when he was determined to continue so. “Please! St—stop! You're— you're going to— you’re going to kill him!”

“What is going on??” Nanami exclaims. It wasn't his intention to get near the commotion, always one to avoid trouble whenever possible, but upon hearing your frightened voice, he ran as fast as possible to your aid. “Y/N!”

“Ken—Kento—! You— You have to stop them!” You wailed, frantically tugging at this arm and evoking a sense of urgency. “They're going to—they’re going to kill each other if you don’t!”

The ones that ultimately manage to separate the two are Suguru and Satoru, just before the teachers stepped in, but not enough to prevent them from being reprimanded by them, taking them to the principal’s office to discuss their rightful punishment—regardless of who provoked who.

“After my family sues you, you're fucking dead!”

“Ha! Do you not know who I am?! I'd like to see you try!” Naoya guffaws.

“Stop it already!” Yaga exclaimed “You're already knees deep in trouble, the last thing you both need is to be expelled!”

Ultimately, the threat of being away from you is enough to keep Naoya willing. One would think that he'd worry more about his family and the issue this small disturbance would bring, but truth is that he's gotten out of worse predicaments: him getting into an altercation with a nobody is not something that would prevent the elders, or him, from sleeping.

Though your prolonged silence, the cold judgment imposed by your piercing eyes, and the subtle annoyance displayed in your touch would; feeling tiny for the first time in his life before you, even when you were so attentively tending to his wounds once dismissed.

“Why are you so quiet, princess? Don’t tell me I scared ya’?” Naoya begins, cutting through the awkward silence settling between the two with a teasing tone he hopes would make light of the situation—make you forget of the blood curling screams you let out when he was entangled with that irrelevant kid who’d more likely disappear tomorrow, and move on…

But oh, how wrong he’d be to choose that path. Make fun of your poor heart.

“What? Thought I wouldn’t win? You know me better than—”

“Is this what it is to you? A joke?” You sternly state, stopping tending his wounds and subsequently quieting Naoya up.

“A joke?” Naoya repeats. “A joke would be him thinking he could win against—"

“Seriously, Naoya?! Is that all you have to say?!” You cry, beginning to crack. “Why must you always take it a competitive thing??”

“Ah, so what was I supposed to do? Let him beat me??” Naoya countered.

“There you go again, taking my words out of context! I didn’t even say that!” you whined.

“Well, it’s not like you’ve given me much to work on, princess.” He scowls. “Why are you even so angry? If anything, I should be the one upset because I got hurt for you, and this is the thanks I get!”

“Oh, so it’s my fault now?!” you gasp, offended as tears began to form in the corners of your eyes. “Was I the one that wanted this—this fight to happen? Did I tell you I wanted to see you get hurt?!”

“It’s kind of expected, don’t you think?” He states, making your eyes go wide. “We’re sorcerers, we’re bound to get hurt—if you didn’t want that then maybe you should’ve considered a different career—

Or a different boyfriend.”

“Is that—is that what you’re going to go with?” you firmly ask, as if giving him one last time to reconsider his words…

Which he did after you set aside the first aid kit, standing up with all intentions of leaving the room that he realized how gravely he’d messed up, quicky to grab your arm and pull you back to him; and though the wounds of his fight made it hurt, more so since you struggled against him, he did not relent.

“Wait, Y/N, please—That came out wrong, I didn’t mean—”

“And what did you mean, Naoya?” you say, with a trembling voice that made his heart sting even more. He’s just gotten out of one altercation to walk right into another one—how delightful. “If it isn’t to mock me for worrying?!”

“No, I wasn’t.” Naoya says, tightening his hold on you, as much as he could anyways. He just… he just didn’t want you to leave, not like this. Not when he needed you the most. “I would never!”

You don’t respond, there wasn’t much to say when his words didn’t match his actions.

“…I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

“But you did.” You responded, and now he was able to hear the tears that had begun to slide down your cheeks. “You… you got into that awful fight instead of letting him go and almost got yourself expelled—no, worse! Killed!”

“But it didn’t happen, you know? You… you called for help, and we stopped!”

“Because you wouldn’t listen!” You wept, turning around and taking a good look at his face. Naoya wishes you hadn’t, however, because seeing you cry just broke his heart into a million pieces. “Neither of you!”

“Y/N—”

“You were like… like an animal out there.” You added. “Nothing seemed to snap you out of trance, and I—I got so scared—!”

“I didn’t mean to scare you either.”

“Does it even matter? You said so yourself, this is what sorcerers are supposed to do.”

“No, you know what I meant—”

“No. I don’t. I really don’t know what you meant.”

…

…

…

“I did this to protect you.” Naoya quietly adds. “I just… got so angry seeing you being bothered by that idiot, that I… I needed to do something. I needed to get him away from you!”

“…Why can’t you understand this isn’t what I wanted?” You sniffle. “I didn’t want you to get hurt, no matter the reason why.”

“I know, I know you didn’t—”

“Then… why did you do it? What made you so angry, enough to beat him up and risk your career?”

The thought of being undeserving of you. Naoya concluded. Because his words had unwittingly struck a nerve, a thought he’s tried his hardest to push deep within the confines of his mind, but until he makes amends with himself, he’ll never be able to escape that fear.

The notion that perhaps there is someone better out there for you… and that person isn’t himself.

And after the way he’s made you cry, such bitter tears… perhaps that was the truth.

“I’ll leave you alone, if that’s what you want.” Naoya quietly concludes, making your eyes widen once more. “So I will never hurt you again.”

“Naoya, that’s—that’s not what I want!” you gasp, heart clenching at the prospect of him leaving you. “Not at all!”

“What good of a boyfriend could I be if I all I do ends up hurting you?”

“And you think that leaving me wouldn’t do just that??” you fret. “That living a life without you won’t make me miserable?!”

“It seems I already do…”

“N—No! I don’t—I don’t want that! I—I can’t allow it!” you sob, immediately wrapping your arms around him. “I just got you… I don’t want to lo—lose you…!”

Now with tears in his eyes, Naoya tightly embraces you, pulling you as close as possible as he reassures your fears away.

“Princess…” Naoya breathes, cupping your face and making you look to him. “It’ll take a whole lot for me to ever leave you. Probably the end of the world—but you’ll never lose me, ever.”

“You don’t—you don’t know how awful it felt to not be able to do anything!” you confess. “I… I tried to get him off you but I—I couldn’t do it—I couldn’t protect you!”

“No, no, Y/N—That’s my job. I’m supposed to protect you, not the other way around.”

“But you—what about you? What if you need me? What am I supposed to do?”

“Leave all the heavy lifting to me, and you…” Naoya smiles, intertwining his hands with yours. “You can patch me up after, eh? Heal me up.”

“Nao—Naoya.” You sniffle, lips trembling as tears continued to flood your face. “Promise me you—promise me you’ll always be careful… please.”

“I promise.” He says, taking your hands to his lips and gently kissing your knuckles. “Though I doubt someone as talented as me might need to make such promises—it’s a given.”

“Don’t be silly…” you murmur, he chuckles. “As long as you’re a sorcerer, I’ll always worry…”

“Good thing I have my mochi to take care of me, hm? Have me in her thoughts while I’m away.” Naoya smiles.

“You better not come back too roughed up, then. Or I—Or I won’t be able to help much…”

“Not that I need much, your kisses are sufficient enough to make me feel much—ah, shit, princess?!” Naoya gasps, startled by the stinging sensation of the alcohol-soaked cotton pressed against his skin. “Should’ve given me a warning, at least!”

“I thought you only needed my kisses?” You gently tease, he frowns. “Sorry, I just needed to clean you up before you do anything else, you started bleeding again.”

“…Fine, I guess.” Naoya pouts, hissing whenever feeling the alcohol against his wounds.

“What will happen with… him, by the way?”

“I don’t know, he’s getting expelled I guess.” Naoya shrugs. “I’ll make it happen if not.”

“Naoya…”

“What? He was bothering you—think I’m going to let that slide? No one annoys my princess outside of me.”

“… Thank you, for protecting me, really.” You eventually murmur, putting away everything once done. You then lean forward, placing a chaste kiss over his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too, little mochi.” Naoya smiles, kissing you once more. “My sweet damsel in distress, are you going to nurse me until I’m all better?”

“Don’t call me that—and do I have another choice?”

He snickers. “I guess not, but you wouldn’t want it any other way, would you?”

You smile.

“No, I guess not.”

…

…

…

“I wouldn’t mind if you dressed up as a nurse too, you know? Heard it helps for a faster recovery.”

“Don’t push it…

…

…

…

here, at least.”

Naoya smirks. Maybe he should get a bit roughed up once in a while.

Yes he'd beat up someone for you, naturally. let's not forget his go-to solution in grave situations is killing someone lol.

Anyways, I hope you liked this little something!! It's kind of refreshing to write the Naoya that has yet to learn how to approach you; like, I know I tend to write him perfect in certain aspects, but he was once a... brat, I guess haha. He doesn't know how to treat people, less the one he loves! We're bound to see more of this flawed Naoya very early in the relationship and I LOVE IT hehehe. I wonder what other stumbles I can write...?

Now, take care and hope to see you soon!!

[auratux]

𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 || 𝐑.𝐈

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐑𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥. 𝐰𝐜: 700+ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠-𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 || 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝

"I wish you were here, Rin."

"I wish I was there too, darling."

Rin was currently away on travel for the National Team. Most of his time consisted of being away from you and your shared house due to practices or nearby games. Usually, you went with him when he traveled out of the country but unfortunately, you could not get time away from your job as they needed you now more than ever. You tried persuading them to let you go but your boss did not.

"It's hard to sleep without you. It's not the same."

A chuckle vibrates Rin's chest at your words. "I know that feeling," he sighs, staring up at the ceiling, his arm draped across his forehead.

He had been away for a week already. The National Team had made it to the semi-final round and would stay longer than intended. Of course, you were excited and proud of Rin, but something inside you ached that he would be away.

It goes quiet between you two before he breaks the silence.

"There's never a moment when I don't think about you. You're always on my mind."

"You mean that Rinnie?"

"Of course I do. You know I never lie to you. Why would I do that now? You live within me. My head and in my heart. Even when I'm away from you, I'm not. I know you'll always be with me in some shape or form."

He glances over at his hand that is holding his phone, his teal orbs locking on the silver band that rests on his left ring finger.

"You always know how to say the sweetest things and make me feel special."

"I'd be a pretty crappy husband if I couldn't make my wife feel as if she wasn't special. It's my job to do that and I'll do whatever it takes to make you feel special for the rest of my life."

Upon hearing his words, tears well up in your eyes and threaten to fall down the apples of your cheeks. You never knew how hard it was to be away from him until it actually happened.

You'd used to think that being away from him wasn't going to be a big deal. That the days would fly on by and soon he'd be walking through that door to give you a hug and kiss you - making up for the lost time.

But god did the days drag.

You'd often catch yourself staring at the calendar on your phone, counting how many days he came home. It was a force of habit.

Other times you'd scroll through your camera roll, staring at photos of your husband. You'd be immersed and nothing could get you out of your trance.

Everything reminded you of him.

Songs, food, and sometimes animals (he wasn't much of a pet lover but he did love bunnies).

Your choked sobs caught his attention.

"Are you crying Y/N?"

"N-No.."

"why are you crying?"

"Because you're an ass!" you sob, wiping the tears away from your cheeks. "You're not even here and you're doing what you do best and it's making me miss you even more!"

"Should I stop?"

"No! I don't want you to! I just want you home!"

He goes silent. Hearing you cry and plead for him to return home caused him to ache inside. He wishes he could reach into his phone and pull you to him, wrapping his arms around your body and giving you as many kisses as you desired and to never let you go.

He misses the feeling of waking up in the morning next to you, your body warmth providing an internal warmth that made him feel happy just to be able to wake up beside you. He misses the way you’d whine when he’d bring you closer to his chest.

He misses your quiet morning voice and the kiss that you’d greet him with.

He misses everything.

Sometimes being a professional football player was the worst and this was his consequence for going down this path.

"I want that more than anything, honey," he whispers gently. "I wish I was there to calm you down but you know what?" he asks, listening for a slight hum in response.

"In a few days, I'll be walking through those doors and soon we'll be reunited again. I know it feels like an eternity now, but getting through this will only make us stronger, don't you think?"

"..you have a point.."

"I know. I love you."

"I love you more, Rin."

"I love you most, and don't ever forget that."

[cherryxblossxms]

Masturbation May - Day 6a: Mutual Masturbation (Solomon)

A/N: Solomon was suggested for day 6 by @graveswrites! I'll be honest, this went... quite a different direction than I'd intended lol, and its much longer than intended as well, but I hope you enjoy. RIP to my upload schedule

Featuring: GN reader || Solomon x reader

Warnings: mutual masturbation, kind of guided masturbation with edging/orgasm denial, slight dom reader and sub Solomon?, Solomon thinks he's hot shit (and severely underestimates you), a little angst???????? with comfort/resolution lol; kind of heavy on reader's perspective but no specific description of reader's anatomy

Word count: 3270

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Solomon was getting on your last nerves, and based on the Cheshire cat smile he put on whenever you made eye contact, he was well aware of that fact. It was just little things, but they were petty little things, which only made them worse. He would dodge your kisses, only pecking your cheek instead of your lips. Or he would go off to class without saying "I love you", something that he'd insisted early on in your relationship. And lately, he simply seemed distant in the physical department, not cuddling you or being intimate before bed like he usually was.

You two weren't sex addicts by any means, but one thing you'd learned about Solomon in your relationship was that he could be a proper horndog when he wanted to be. His mischievous hands were always touching you somewhere, poking, teasing, enticing, just working to rile you up until you were just as horny as him. And he ate that up, pouncing on you the very moment you gave the OK. That was why you knew he was up to something, once he stopped being touchy-feely with you and not seeking your attentions as usual.

The final straw came this morning when you’d woken up before your alarm was due to go off, only to find Solomon wrapped around your body, his limbs tangled with yours in his sleep. You were so unprepared for his touch after being denied for so long, your body was quick to heat up in response. Your sleepiness also disappeared in an instant as soon as you felt Solomon’s morning wood pressed against your hip, hot and ready. It was so unfair, finally getting the touch of your lover but it wasn’t even intentional. You just knew that if you woke him now and tried to make a move, he’d deny you once again, playing his damned game of cat and mouse that he was insistent on continuing.

You couldn’t help but fidget, trying to close your eyes and go back to sleep, forget about what was happening and what you could be having if your lover chose to behave for once. But your mind was fully awake now, and against your wishes, your body subconsciously responded. Your thighs squeezed together, seeking some kind of stimulation, and they accidentally squeezed Solomon’s leg that had made its way in between them. You tried to still your body, cursing at how responsive he made you, but your efforts were in vain as Solomon stirred awake, breathing in deep before his eyelids fluttered open.

It took a moment for his brain to boot up and properly register what was going on. But as he took in the scene of your body pressed up against his, and saw the heated look in your eyes as you glanced up at him, he realized what was going on. He chuckled, and it only made the corners of your lips turn downwards, knowing what was coming.

“Well, good morning, my love,” he said, his voice deeper and rougher from sleep. “What have we here?” You hated the way his morning voice made your body tingle.

“What do you mean?” you responded, feigning ignorance of what he was implying.

But Solomon didn’t miss anything, and he certainly didn’t miss how hot you felt next to him or the way your eyes danced around, avoiding his eye contact now. He used one of the arms he had wrapped around you to pull you somehow even closer, and the fingers of his other hand trailed leisurely along your side. You shivered in response, goosebumps immediately following the places his fingers touched, and you delighted in the sensation after days of missing out.

“I mean the way your body is being so responsive right now. And that look in your eyes is pretty good, too.”

The grin on his face was almost evil. His touch was doing wonders to you, your heart pounding in your chest but also throbbing in your core. You weren’t sure what you wanted to do more, if it was smack him away for all the trouble he’d put you through recently, or if you wanted to just pull him down and kiss him already.

“C’mon, you can’t tell me you’re not liking this,” he continued as he noticed your silence, now teasing your hips, fingers dipping back and glancing against your backside here and there. Your hips jerked in response, bumping your groin against his thigh again and sending a zing of pleasure up to your brain. Oh how you just wanted him to squeeze you properly, to actually hold you in his arms. But even more than that, you wanted to grind against his thigh in its opportunistic spot. Solomon looked down, seeing the way your thighs were practically holding onto his own leg. “At least your body is being honest with me.”

You couldn’t even formulate an argument in your defense, so you simply pursed your lips and turned away, doing your best to ignore his goading. But it was getting harder and harder to be good. Finally, just as you thought you’d reached your wit’s end and was ready to beg and plead for some kind of relief, Solomon withdrew his touch, detangling himself from you and sitting up in your bed, stretching leisurely. The loss of his warmth was like a splash of cold water to your system, leaving you feeling suddenly empty.

“Where are you going?” you couldn’t help but ask, hating how needy you sounded.

Something seemed to alight in Solomon’s eyes as he heard your tone, and he glanced back at you before his sight was caught by the alarm clock on the bedside table. You could tell he was going to say something, but seemed to rethink his words before settling on a response.

“We should get up now that we’re awake. We’ll have to leave soon,” he simply said and stood up from the bed, going about his routine to get ready for R.A.D.

You couldn’t believe his audacity to work you up like that and then leave. But it was exactly in line with the way he’d been acting the past several days, always doing things to work you up before abruptly leaving, or just withholding contact completely. A knot formed in your chest and a sour taste sat in your mouth, but you pushed your feelings deep down and got up as well, trying to just focus on the day ahead.

Solomon always seemed to push your buttons just right, and usually he was good about making it up to you relatively quickly. But this time, your patience had run out as you waited for him to come to his senses. Unbeknownst to your lover, you were already planning your revenge on him, ensuring that he would understand just how badly he’d fucked up.

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Similarly, you were unaware of just how badly Solomon was doing. Despite his confident appearance, his will was almost shattered when he’d awoken to find himself tangled with you. His morning wood was partly a product of a delicious dream he’d been having, where he'd been making you cum as many times as you could handle in all the ways he loved. His soul ached to touch you, to kiss you and fill your entire being with himself.

The whole thing started out as an innocent game, just wanting to play with you a little and get you to admit how much you wanted him. Although you’d argue otherwise, he was wrapped around your finger, and he was completely at your mercy at any given time, including in the bedroom. Thus, he had wanted to tease and deny you, build up your desire for him until you’d give in first, show him that you could get just as desperate for him as he was for you. But his game was starting to backfire on him, just making him even more desperate for you while you only seemed to be getting angry.

He, too, began to make a plan to make amends. Of course, his pride prevented him from simply coming clean and apologizing, something he’d come to regret. But he decided on the next best thing, intending to finally relieve this tension in one big, hot bang once classes were finished.

At the end of the school day, you were the first to return to Purgatory Hall. Solomon had texted you to tell you he would be late due to a meeting and not to wait for him. That worked just fine for you, it gave you time to relax for a moment and prepare for what would come later. You were going to make sure Solomon would learn his lesson about playing games with you; he wouldn't know what hit him. He wanted to withhold his touch and make you beg? Two could play at that game.

You started your plan of revenge with changing out of your R.A.D. uniform and your underwear, putting on one of Solomon's shirts with nothing underneath. He always loved when you wore his stuff, feeding a little possessive streak he had. Just looking at Solomon's bed was enough to bring back the memories of this morning, his lean body curled around you as his hot cock was pressing insistently against your hip.

You got into the bed, resting against the headboard, and splayed out your legs. Without any underwear, it felt scandalous and exposing, and a little cold as the air hit your nether region. Looking at your phone, Solomon had sent you an update, saying he was wrapping up his meeting soon. You immediately got to work with your limited time, slinking a hand down to your inner thigh and rubbing softly, trying to arouse yourself. You did your best to conjure up memories of being intimate with Solomon, the way he went down on you here in this bed or implement a magic item to spice things up, anything to get the mood going.

Your ministrations and memory worked, as you felt your body start to warm up and you could feel your heartbeat in your core. You finally traced a finger along your arousal, then two, hips twitching in response, before pressing harder and stroking more. The sensation was heavensent, your body so sensitive to the touch after being denied for so long. While Solomon had been playing this little game with you, you'd also unintentionally avoided touching yourself, hoping that he'd change his mind or give up eventually. After all, your touch was nothing compared to his, his long fingers always reached just the right places. He could play you like an instrument, and it was addicting.

But this would do for now. You stopped a moment to grab some lube, then continued your work as your now slippery fingers slid along your skin, dipping down around your hole and going back up to circle your most sensitive spot, making your arousal start to drip. Finally, you gently eased in a couple fingers, thrusting slowly at first before upping the pace, wiggling your hips to get different angles and sensations. It wouldn't be nearly enough to get you to cum, but the pleasure was enjoyable for now, and you started to lose yourself in your enjoyment, paying no attention to the time.

This was how Solomon found you when he arrived at the dorm, going to his room when he couldn't find you anywhere else. After stepping through the doorway, he had to double take before completely stopping in his tracks, his cheeks turning a bright red as he fully absorbed your image and what was going on. He was quick to shut his door and lock it before turning back to you, clearly flustered by your actions.

You grinned at him, briefly making eye contact before his gaze fell to your core, where your fingers were still pumping and curling inside.

"Welcome home," you said, breaking the silence, or rather the wet sounds of your fingers.

"Yes..." Solomon only replied. His eyes were still glued on your busy fingers, and you could see the effect you were having on him as a noticeable bulge formed in his pants.

"See something you like?"

It took a moment, but your lover's eyes finally lifted to look back at you, filled with heat. "Oh yes, I do." His voice was husky, strained, as he fought the urge to just jump you. You hummed thoughtfully, he was playing right into your hand, his childish game long forgotten about on his end.

"Well, you're welcome to join me," you started. Solomon didn't even hesitate, immediately working on removing his R.A.D. uniform until he was just in his boxer briefs. He climbed onto the bed with you and you withdrew your fingers from your core, watching him in his eagerness. He leaned towards you, obviously planning to kiss you and take over things. But you put a foot up against his chest, stopping him short. He looked at you, confused, his innocent look almost making you laugh.

You shook your head at him, pushing him further away with your foot, and he slowly backed down. "Ah-ah-ah, you don't get to touch me, though. You haven't earned that yet."

You could see Solomon swallow, the guilt in his eyes showing he knew exactly what you were referring to.

"Okay. Then how do I earn it?" he asked.

He was the very image of obedience, and you were eating it up. "You're gonna touch yourself for me."

It was almost comical, the way his eyebrows shot up his forehead and his eyes widened. He opened his mouth, but seemed to think better of it, swallowing down his words in favor of nodding and sitting back.

You could see his eyes flicker back and forth between various points on your body as he palmed himself over his underwear. He couldn't seem to settle between your eyes, your still-exposed core, or your general image wearing his clothes. After a moment, he realized you were simply watching him, not moving, and he smirked at you, sparking your irritation.

"What about you?" Solomon asked. "Won't you continue? It looks like you need some help."

He had a point, watching him work for his pleasure was definitely arousing, and your body ached for stimulation again. But his words just served to make you spiteful. "Don't worry, I'm just enjoying the view," you said, enjoying his bashful look in response. "Take it out."

"You're being bossy tonight," he said, trying to joke, but obeyed anyway. He tugged down the waistband and freed his cock, shoving the underwear down his thighs a little but keeping it on. Only once he started stroking himself without the cloth barrier, did you continue your own movements.

Much like Solomon, you couldn't help your gaze as it fell to his crotch, watching the way his nimble fingers wrapped around his shaft, the way he swiped a finger over the head of his cock and could see the shine of his precum as it leaked from the slit. His dick was unfairly pretty, long and pink at the end, curved just the right way to reach all your best spots. You stroked yourself in tandem with Solomon, wishing it was him touching you instead. But he did this to himself, playing a dumb game and testing your patience.

It took a few minutes, but you could see Solomon really getting into it now, his pace increasing as he started focusing on the head of his cock and particularly the sensitive spot right beneath it. You wondered if maybe he hadn't touched himself all during his game, he seemed just as pent up as you. And your guess seemed to be correct, as eventually his telltale warning signs of climax started to pop up. His hand was moving faster, his eyes closing and his hips moving on their own as he fucked his fist. Now was the next step of your plan.

"Stop touching yourself."

Solomon's hand stuttered and his eyes opened to look at you in disbelief. He once again obeyed right away, something you filed away in your mind for later, but you could see the frustration on his face.

"W... why are you stopping me?" he said, a little out of breath as his heart was beating fast from the lingering pleasure.

"Because you haven't earned the right to cum just yet," you replied. "I don't appreciate the game you've been playing with me lately. I think you can work a little harder before you've earned it."

He visibly swallowed, his face falling a little. And if you'd been in your right, non-horny mind, you would have taken pity and talked it out with him. But you were on a roll now.

"Start stroking yourself again, slowly. Make sure you look at me."

He didn't protest, doing as you asked. You once again used your fingers on yourself, matching pace with him as he made slow, torturous movements, glad he was finally behaving. His eyes never left your core.

"Good, now you can move a little faster. And remember, don't close your eyes."

This continued on, directing him on slowly increasing his pace, enjoying the sexual frustration on his face, until he was back to pumping his cock like before. You were sure his orgasm was making its way back quickly, after you'd cut it off earlier. Your body was crying for release as well, eager to end this already. You watched Solomon's balls tighten up, clearly already at that precipice, but he knew better than to cum without permission after all of that.

As you predicted, he looked up at your face, pupils blown wide and cheeks a deep pink as he fought his orgasm.

"You look like you want something."

"Can I cum? Please?"

"I don't know, can you?" you asked, trying to stay on task. But it was hard, fighting your own orgasm as well.

"Please, I'm sorry for playing games. I shouldn't have done that. Please let me cum, I'll make it up to you."

You pretended to give it a moment of thought, still fucking yourself with your fingers as he struggled to keep going, but really, you were already past the point of caring anymore. As far as you cared, you both just needed to climax already, and then go from there.

"Fine, you can cum, then. Cum for me."

Even as you said the last words, his breath came out in a short gasp and his abdomen flexed before he shot out the first ropes of cum, instantly covering the sheets. The sight was so hot, you couldn't help but follow closely afterwards, releasing a low moan that Solomon joined.

You lay back against the pillow, catching your breath, and you felt the bed shift as Solomon moved up to join you. His arms slid around your waist and he buried his face in your neck, kissing it softly.

"I really am sorry."

"I know."

"It just amazes me how you have me wrapped around your finger, how much I want you. I guess I just wanted to make you want me that badly, too."

You couldn't help but hug him back, sighing. "Of course I want you. You don't need to do things like this to make me want you, I already love you and want you too. I forgive you, just don't do it again."

"Yeah, I learned my lesson."

You shared a kiss and settled, finally at peace with your dork of a lover.

[dearestcynthiaw]

Goodbye Stranger - House MD x Reader

Chapter one: World Weary

A young, mild woman, of noble decent, comes face to face with an infamous doctor, not just from the other side of the world but seemingly a whole other time. Will he believe her ridiculous, and quite frankly, impossible story? In House's mind, everybody lies, but is that so for this new, mysterious woman.

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This is my first fanfic in a long time, I'm quite new to Tumblr, so hello!

I'm absolutely infatuated with this series at the moment, so I thought I'd do a bit of writing and play with a concept that makes me ponder. This is very very loosely based on a original character that lives rent free in my mind. I've done a chunk of paintings of her so I'll post a few as headers on some of the chapters. The character in this will go nameless, and is intended to be a self-insert for those reading, therefore I've tagged it as a 'x reader'.

I'm not a doctor and I don't work in medicine so lots of this is research and a little help from a friend who is a nurse, so the knowledge in it will be hit or miss.

Anyway, enjoy!

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It had been a long, hot, blissful summer in the year of 1928. Newly September, the days were starting to get shorter and the trees were turning crisp and orange.

It had been quite a bad week, though bad was quite the understatement. Her uncle was on his deathbed. He’d suffered through a long bout of influenza that was seemingly impossible to recover from. She visited as often as she could, hoping that each visit wouldn't be the last. Her heart was heavy from knowing his death would eventually become inevitable. He had always been a man of great prowess and genuine kindness, which was a rarity in her family, and losing him would shatter her.

Moreover, her fiancé was hurried to hospital after a nasty accident at a rugby match. He hadn't been concentrating when running the length of the pitch, he tripped and was ambushed by the collective. His ankle looked horribly out of shape, one could only imagine how many degrees it had rotated. It looked almost entirely backwards. 

Her Fiancé's hospitalisation and her uncle's sickness had caused the worst sleeping patterns. She'd barely had a few hours each night for the past week. As she laid in bed most nights, especially in the early hours of the morning, thoughts and worries flurried through her head. She lay there hoping to God everything would set itself straight.

The exhaustion had impacted every aspect of her day so far, and she had marched up to the central hospital, from her soon to be in-laws townhouse, she felt overwhelmingly drowsy and unsteady. Of course there was no transport to be seen for miles to cut down the walking distance and give her a couple seconds of peace. All servants were out of the house, and it had become increasingly  difficult to hail a taxi. 

She trudged through the bustling streets, avoiding streams of people surging towards her. She had arrived at roughly 13:11 pip-emma, give or take, hoping that her beloved was already awake and breakfasted, to spare the grumpiness.

Awkwardly she stood, though all else were seated, patiently waiting for the nurse to lead the way to her sweet fiance's room.

She had been called with the added 'Lady' positioned at the very beginning of her name. It had caused a slight shudder to run down her spine as the room of plenty turned to look in her direction, eyebrows quirking in curiosity.

She appeared quite out of place in the very centre of London in a hospital bustling with people who were much different to herself.

Although she never minded her title, she much preferred the simple 'miss'. 'Lady' carried too much sophistication and responsibility, the sort associated with cutting ribbons and giving out writing awards at local schools. It felt far beyond her, she’d always felt sort of, under prepared.

Standing there in her professionally ironed clothing and perfectly soft waved hair, being ogled at, made her feel uncomfortably separate from everyone else.

‘Just this way, You’ll find he’s in quite a pleasant mood today, we’ve been able to better control his pain since you’ve last seen him.’ The nurse turned to face the Lady, with a sweet smile as they walked the extensive, dismal hallways. 

The door was ajar, and from the threshold she could see a well lit room, far different to the rest of the hospital. There were bouquets of flowers scattered about, along with ‘Get Well Soon’ cards that were crammed upon the limited surfaces. There were excessive amounts of sweetmeats and sugary treats upon the bed and sideboard. This man had only been admitted the day before and he already received a hefty amount of goods. It wouldn't be long before he had to pack it all up and head home.

��She had been loudly interrupted from her thoughts with a cheerful ‘What-ho sweetheart!’. The nurse was quite right, he was much more sprightly today. 

‘I say, take a seat, this chair or that, you might even be allowed to perch on my bed a while!’ Snorting, he motioned towards a patch on his bed that wasn’t decorated with an array of sweets. 

‘You look quite at home here. Should I be assured that they’re looking after you well?’ Her eyes were glued to his bubbly expression. It was quite surprising for a man who had been writhing about in pain on a muddy pitch the day prior.

‘Quite, quite, very well indeed. Though, I can’t ever seem to get any service here. They’re always ignoring me. I don’t ask that much of them.’

It was almost certain that he did, it could only presume that he wanted to be pandered to and pampered as though he was on the coast of France in some lavish hotel. 

She could only look at him with a sense of pity, she only saw a man who was in a great deal of pain and was pushing through with a gleaming smile.

She found she was at quite a loss for words, sympathising with him wouldn't do as he'd only push himself to show he wasn't entirely helpless. This always put him in a worse state. ‘Do you know when you might be coming home?’ was all she could think of after the momentary silence.

‘Oh yes, yes, it was supposed to be today, but I’ve asked to be held on until tomorrow. Charlie from the club said he’d drive me home.’ 

‘You don’t want me to take you home? I can do it later today when Dobson gets back, he has the key to the shed where my car is-’ Again she applied a bright smile, hoping she could be of help. ‘You’ll only have to wait till 3. It’s really not that long darling.’ 

‘Gosh no, I don’t like it when you drive, makes me feel like a helpless sod.’

Lightly exhaling and nodding she looked down at her hands in her lap.

And again he spoke; ‘You’ll have to bring me a glass of water dearest, I can’t get the attention of anyone at this bloody hospital. And I'm bloody parched!' He seemed to let out a sort of huff; boyishly crossing his arms.

As she stood and started to walk, he shouted after her ‘Oh! And grab a doctor for me too, there’s something I need him to see.’ 

With a sweet smile and a light nod she turned on her heel, heading back for that ominous, dark hallway.

A short way down she found a small cupboard, one with a tap and a couple glasses and other bits and pieces to accommodate patients and guests.

Just before fetching a glass, she lent over and placed her head on the counter, with her arms cradling her head. She let out a long exhale to release some of the stress of the day. The exhaustion was starting to catch up, she could so easily have a quick nap with her head on the cold surface.

Finally gathering the energy to move, she lifted a glass and ran the tap, making sure she didn’t fill the vessel with lukewarm water.

Someone must have closed the door whilst she took her momentary rest, as when she turned she was confronted by the clinical white passageway that was firmly shut. 

With a heavy push she dislodged the door from its threshold and found herself to be completely disoriented. Nothing looked the same. She thought that maybe she had taken a long route to this small cupboard and had simply forgotten the way she came.

She was completely surrounded by shelves upon shelves of supplies. There was only one other door and it was straight ahead. She turned again, wandering back inside the smaller room with the sink, studying her surroundings to see if there was another entrance that she might have overseen. Yet there was nothing. 

She finally settled on advancing towards the opposite door, walking between the sets of shelves that carried an array of different peculiar items that resembled medical arsenal, none of which she had ever seen used before, but yet again, she didn’t spend much time hanging around hospitals to see what new advances were made in the field. 

Just as she reached for the door handle, it began to pull downwards as a force was applied to the opposite side.

Jumping back in surprise and slight panic, feeling as though she had wandered into the wrong part of the building, she had no time to think out a possible explanation before the door was fully open. 

The man that was stood there gave her a wide eyed look, appearing equally as perplexed as herself.

She quickly took in his figure, he was no doubt tall, taller then most of the men that she knew, and was scruffily dressed, she wondered if he might have taken a wrong turn too.

Taking in a quick breath she squeaked; ‘Are you lost too?’

‘No.’ He had a distinctive accent as he bluntly said the singular word. 

‘I’m in your way, sorry, I’ll just-’ She peered to his side noting the direction she was heading. 

‘How did you get in here?’ His eyebrow quirked.

‘Through that door.’ She pointed behind herself, his eyes quickly following her movement. There was nothing there. No door in sight, as though it had never been there to begin with. 

She looked back at him in surprise ‘I could have sworn-’ 

With that he let out a bark of laughter. She felt ever so small and grew red in the face. 

‘I must be tired, but I swear that's where I came from.’

‘No door there sweetheart, never was.’ 

Her mouth formed an ‘o’ shape, yet no sound came out. ‘I better get back to my fiancé.’ 

‘You haven’t answered my question.’ He attempted to stop her proceeding. 

‘Well, I don’t really have much of an answer, because I certainly don’t remember entering through the door you’re standing in.’ 

‘This door was locked, did someone let you in? What you looking for, is it drugs? Could’ve just asked.’ Now she spotted his walking stick, he was leaning onto it, slightly blocking the way so he could continue interrogating her. 

‘How dare you, I wouldn’t do anything like that.’ 

‘They all say that.’ 

‘Can I just get through? I need to take this to my fiancé.’ She raised the glass in her hand.

‘What ward?’ 

‘Somerset Ward.’ Her answers were getting shorter as she became frazzled by the constant questions. 

‘Haven’t heard of that one before.’ 

‘It’s fine, I’ll find my own way.’ 

‘You still haven’t answered my question.’

‘Look, I really haven’t got a clue. Can I go now please?’ She gave a hapless sigh as she was getting to the end of her tether. 

He stepped aside, yet seemed to follow her as she stepped into an unfamiliar hall. It was bright white, almost blinding. It looked like an entry to the hospital, one that she’d never seen before. There were people scattered everywhere, wearing clothing very different from her own. She turned back to look at her interrogator with a look of shock and slight horror. ‘What is this?’

‘A hospital.’ He started to limp away, towards what looked like a reception desk. ‘You coming?’ She could see him leaning over the desk having a bit of a natter with a person sat there. She slowly got closer observing every detail in front of her. The gadgets and do-dads that adorned each desk and clinical colours that decorated the whole room. She'd never seen anything like this before. She must've ended up on the other side of the building, maybe a more experimentative wing compared to the others. 

She stepped closer to what looked like a reception desk, momentarily placing down her glass of water.

‘Name?’ Came a sudden voice that carried a very similar accent to the male that she had encountered in that odd cupboard. She couldn’t quite see, until a lady poked her head out behind a silver sort of implement about the width of a brief case or small luggage holder. 

There, she gave her full name in the presence of this strange man, middle name and all. A pattering sound began, like one you would hear from a typewriter, but without the obnoxious ‘ping’.

‘Dr House!’ This woman bellowed, only now realising that he’d started to wander away. 

‘Can’t find a name on the system.’ 

‘You’re trying to find my records? I’m not a patient here, I’m only visiting. Besides you won’t find it by typing, it’ll be in paper form, I thought that was the same for everyone?'

‘Sorry dear, Dr House told me you’d found your way off the psychiatric ward, your name isn't even on the database.’ This woman behind the desk looked directly into her eyes, showing vague sympathy.

‘You think I’m mad?!’ She cried at the ’doctor’. 

He continued to move away, towards what looked like a metal cladded elevator ‘Would explain the confusion.’ He shouted over the room of, what she could presume were patients waiting to be seen. 

She quickly jammed her arm into the door of the metal contraption before it fully closed. 

‘I am tired, but I’m certainly not out of my mind. I think you're having a joke with this whole thing. Who set you up to this? It’s really not funny. Can you just tell me what part of the hospital I've ended up in and I’ll be on my way.’

Again an amused smirk graced his face ‘You’re in the clinic.’

‘Well I’d gathered that from the sign above my head, but none of this is recognisable. I’ve been to the clinic before but it didn’t look anything like this.’

‘You sure you got the right hospital?’ He seemed so disinterested in giving any useful information.

‘Well yes, I’m in London-’

‘Well there we go, you’d better find your way back onto the crazy people ward, you’ve forgotten what country you're in. Next it’ll be what year from the look of you.’ He glanced down at her dress, to him it looked outdated. 

‘Can you stop that? Tell me seriously now.’ She appeared panicked, worse than she had been previously. She had hit the verge of begging.

With a sigh he gave up on the teasing ‘Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. You happy now?’

‘Princeton, New Jersey?’ Her hands were starting to shake, struggling to keep the elevator door open. She’d only ever seen this place in atlases that she used to flick through in her childhood home’s extensive library.

‘Where else?’

‘No no no no no, this isn't possible.’ She stepped inside quickly before the door slammed shut. Putting her face in her hands and taking shuddering breaths.‘You’re definitely not lying right? This isn’t a joke anymore. It's all very funny, but are you sure this isn’t just an American part of the hospital and you’re just pulling my leg?’ 

The doctor seemed to ignore her and continue to look straight ahead, both hands on his cane.

The door to, what she had now concluded was indeed an elevator, slid open and he stepped out. She hurried after him and as she began to walk beside him he halted, staring directly at the side of her head, fierce enough to burn holes into her skull.

‘You can leave me alone now. I’m not going to help you get a plane ticket or whatever you are pestering me for. Go back to the 1920s or whatever F.Scott Fitzgerald book you think you came out of. If this is some tasteful prostitution then give me a ring later. Goodbye.’ And with that he veered off into a room that was made up of mostly glass panels. 

The door flew shut and finally revealed this man's full name and title ‘GREGORY HOUSE M.D. DEPARTMENT OF DIAGNOSTIC MEDICINE’

Though he seemed to be warning her, she still pushed forth, entering the office space ‘Aren’t doctors supposed to help people?’ She had never been so forthright, if she were back at home she would’ve taken that as a forewarning and scampered off like a scared mouse. 

Dr House was now sitting hunched over at the desk, eyes glued to another one of those abnormal briefcase things that casted a blue tinged light over his face.

‘Are you not listening to me or are you just plain deaf? I said goodbye.’

‘I’m not taking that as the end of the conversation, Dr House.’ Her confidence was building, though it was most likely the adrenaline surging through her veins. She took steps closer to him, peering down at the jumbled items upon his desk. Odds and ends and many stacks of paper were littered about like a white blanket covering the entirety of the desk.

Her eye caught on one document reading today's date in the margain with a completely unrecognisable year. ‘2006’.

Her eyes bulged and her head seemed to be endlessly screaming. There was a fuzzy static sound that ringed in her ears and her breathing became short. Throughout the whizzing of her mind, she remained completely silent and still. 

‘Patient confidentiality, don’t you know.’ He said flipping over the paper she had been gawking at.

‘Two-thousand and six.’ was what she muttered beneath her breath.

‘So you really are that deranged. The whole get up is all part of the act. Are you living out a fantasy or something?’ 

‘It’s 2006? It’s 1928, your document is wrong. I mean this could be a very elaborate joke or is this a film set?’

‘You’ll have to pay me overtime if you keep asking me all these questions. $300 and you’ll get the full package, what d’you say Marty.’

'Are you still insinuating that I am a whore?’ She now began to grit her teeth. ‘And that is not my name-' She was cut off whilst she was reprimanding him.

'I’m the whore here, I’m the one offering my body, Marty. Now, what would that make me? Doc Brown? nah, maybe a generational relative from the future. Really spooky stuff. What have you come to tell me? About my impending death or bad life choices? Because you're a bit late.' Resting his head on his hands he looked up inquisitively. 

'I really don't understand-?' She spoke whilst shaking her head.

''Course you don't ' He pulled his lips thin, eyes widening and shrugging his shoulders. ’You think you're a time traveller and I’m here to tell you to head back down those stairs to where you belong, in the psychiatric ward.’

Her face twisted in disgust as he spoke such cruel, unadulterated words. She could feel the tears in the back of her eyes. No one was going to believe her, she barely even believed it herself.

‘What? Am I supposed to play along? Oops!’ His actions were so animated as he lifted a hand to his mouth.

He picked up what could've been a phone and brought it to his ear chatting with someone on the other end and began typing vigorously.

‘Looks like they'll have to book you in. No records here. Oh, tell you what, let's Google you, see what we can find.’ 

‘Google?’ She rubbed her forehead with worry.

‘What fun, you're still playing along.’ His words carried an underlying bite. ‘Here we go, nice, so you're daddy's an Earl and you live in a big mansion and have lots of money. I'm not surprised that you picked this woman to claim as your identity. It's full of all those fun parts. You've gone the extra mile too, editing a photo of yourself amongst your fictional family, how sweet.’ He turned the screen around and there was a photo of her and her brothers. 

Gasping in shock she spluttered ‘How did you get that?! That’s a private photograph!’ 

‘How did you do it then, Marty? Did you change the whole of this Wiki page to suit you?’ He tutted.

Standing silent in the emptiness of this office was like torture. She bit her tongue to stop the tears and prevent the endless wrath of words she was holding back. ‘How could you be so cruel, Dr House?’ She shook her head. ‘I thought you were going to help me.’ Her words were wavering as she spoke softly. 

He raised his shoulders once again lifting his hands up to display mock confusion ‘What is there to help?’.

And with those last few words she turned, flying out of the room.

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‘World Weary’ - Noël Coward 1928

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~ It was an early morning yesterday, I was up before the dawn ~

[kpop-with-mars]

|12 Days of Drabbles|Day 12:Christmas in Blood|

{Billy x Stu x Male!Reader}

{Plot; Y/N is going to be lonely on Christmas so the neighborhood murderers surprise him on Christmas day.}

{Word Count; 874}

{Tags; fluff, Mild blood, drabble.}

Y/N already knew this was going to be a rough holiday season for him, since his dad had an early morning to evening shift at the hospital on Christmas day, it didn't help he was an only child either. But at least his dad said he could have anyone he wanted over as long as they didn't trash the house. Surely his friends could take a small part of their Christmas to get him… Right?.

"No can do; my old man wants to spend 'quality time' with me." Billy said in response to Y/N's plea, his arms crossed as he leaned back against Stu, who had his arms around him from behind as usual, "And as much as I'd like to be there, my parents are making me go out of town to see family." He flashed Y/N an apologetic grimace at his disappointed expression. Y/N shook it off and realized to himself that it was such a selfish thing to ask, on Christmas too? There would be no way in hell anyone could make him fit into their holiday. And now Y/N felt bad for being such an invader. "No, it's fine; I shouldn't be acting like an attention-seeking toddler anyway. I just hope you guys have a Merry Christmas." The guys watched in concern as Y/N walked off to his next class a bit early, since he felt so embarrassed at how childish he acted. Maybe being lonely for once would make him realize that he could be more independent?, his dad was always working some shifts at the hospital; would this really be that different?.

Well, as the week went on, things only felt more dreadful as Christmas was now just right around the corner. Y/N didn't want to just feel like some lonely loser on Christmas in his empty house; he could already hear that deafening awkward silence occasionally broken by ripping wrapping paper. God, he hated his imagination sometimes. On Christmas Eve night he thought he would just sleep in for most of the day and then wake up to start Christmas with his dad. But he found himself waking up early in the morning, his eyes slowly opened from sleep before he heard sounds from downstairs. He checked the clock, and it was 7 am. His dad wasn't still home, and he began to grow more awake from fear at being robbed and murdered on Christmas Day, on top of being a lonely loser. With a baseball bat in hand, he crept down the stairs as he began to hear hushed voices from the living room. "You're getting blood on the damn tree!" "I think it makes it more festive with the red, actually.""Billy!? Stu!?" Y/N said as he saw the two covered in blood and surrounded by some poorly wrapped presents. Those were definitely not his dad's craftsmanship. "What the fuck are you guys doing in my house!? I mean, I get being murderers and all, but don't you guys have family to spend time with?" Y/N said, suppressing a yawn from raising up in the middle of his sentence.Billy and Stu looked at each other, Stu grinning at Billy while he scoffed with a slight smirk on his face that he turned to Y/N. "We lied; after you told us you'd be alone, we decided to surprise you—" "It was my idea!" Stu cut in. Y/N gave them both a look of disbelief, "Really? Don't they want to spend time with you both?." Stu giggled mischievously. "Nah, I'm a well-behaved man to my parents, so they let me go for a bit." He stepped through the presents and hugged his arms around Y/N's waist; the smug sort of look on his face made Y/N want to smack him with his lips, even if he did have some blood on him. "I can be pretty convincing as well." Billy said as he looked at the two.

"Well, I just—why would you guys lie and kill, by the looks of it, to spend time with me?" Y/N asked as Stu was absently flicking the tip of Y/N's ear. Billy let out a brief chuckle and came closer to Y/N, "Because you're very special to us now, and we don't intend on just leaving you here by yourself. And so what if we have to kill some old fucks to buy you a few things? It's no big deal as long as you like it." His hand came up and traced Y/N's cheek, gazing at him as if he were a one-of-a-kind collectible. Y/N swallowed and glanced between him and Stu as heat rose to his face. He smiled flusteredly and let out a breath he subconsciously held. "I don't know what to say… But thanks for doing this all for me; I really appreciate it."Stu grinned and placed a kiss on Y/N's cheek. "Anything for our pretty little boy~," he cooed teasingly. Billy leaned in as well and placed a kiss on his opposite cheek. "Don't be scared shitless next time to say that you're feeling lonely, especially to us. Got that?" Y/N nodded at Billy's words and began to smile.Spending Christmas in blood was better, he imagined, now that he was with his two favorite murderers.

{A/N - Thank you for reading my drabbles and for just liking and giving me notes on tumblr/ao3, I hope you all have a wonderful holiday season and I'll be back to writing more nest year. Thank you!!! <3}

[purposefully-lost]

There was only a bare sliver of pink peeking over the horizon by the time he was unlocking the front door. It took him a moment to do so; he'd found the key to his own home, first, then swore to himself as he remembered he needed his dad's. He swore again when he remembered that on colder mornings the door needed a slight shove to open up, and forced his way into the living room a little harder than he'd intended. There was a stumble to his step as he moved inside, though it was as equally from exhaustion as it was from anything he'd had to drink only hours before. He tried to close the door behind him a little more softly only to turn around and realize the damage had already been done.

A young woman, her dark hair in a frizzy halo around her head, peered sleepily at him from the couch. A blanket was pulled around her shoulders, and she gave him a surprised look before it softened into something more sympathetic. Charlie flashed a brief, awkward smile at her. "Hey," he greeted quietly.

"Hey," Jackie answered, sitting up a little more to look him over. Her voice was thick and tired and he wasn't quite sure if he'd actually woken her or not. Of everyone, he might've expected someone who'd barely known Chris to get the best sleep tonight, but maybe he'd assumed wrong. Maybe she'd stayed up, worried about Drew. Maybe she was the kind of person who just had trouble sleeping away from home. Maybe she'd only barely known Chris, but she'd liked him anyway. A lot of people had felt that way about him, from what he'd heard. Charlie lingered in place for a moment, feeling awkward, then finally decided to just head past her. She broke the quiet as he did. "Uh, I think... Drew had been trying to call you. Did you talk to him?"

Charlie paused to look back at her, then gave her a halfway shrug. "I don't think so. My phone's been off."

"Oh." He couldn't read the expression that passed over her face. Pity was what it felt like. "Well, I think he's upstairs. If you wanna see him."

He only hummed in response, giving her that smile one more time before he started for the stairs. He didn't really want to talk, but his own bedroom was up there, and he figured Drew would track him down anyway. He might as well get it over with. He didn't have to guess to know he was going to be found in Chris' old room.

He'd taken his bed with him when they'd moved out. And his desk, and the vast majority of the rest of the shit he'd been accumulating for the twenty four years before he'd left. There was only the shit stuffed into the closet and still stuck to the walls, all of it now laid out across the ground when Charlie eased open the door. He leaned against the doorframe and frowned when he found Drew sitting criss-cross on the ground, staring at the mess of forgotten clothing and old keepsakes around him. "The hell are you doin' in here?" He asked. Drew looked up sharply.

"Goin' through Chris' shit. What does it look like?" He asked. Charlie shrugged.

"Don't you think maybe dad'll wanna be the one who goes through it?"

"He still will. But I thought I'd.."

Drew trailed off and seemed to take in the mess that was around him. To just be what'd been left behind, abandoned in a closet, it sure looked like a lot of clutter. Charlie watched him deflate, then lean back on a palm, the weight of the past few days seeming to visibly settle on his shoulders. He'd taken up a lot of the organizing, in lieu of their dad being able to. Charlie didn't envy him for it. They watched each other for a moment, saliva gathering thick in Charlie's mouth and a twist taking to his stomach, but Drew finally broke the quiet. "I didn't see you at the funeral."

Charlie's frowned deepened. "I- I was there. For a minute."

"You could've stayed for the service. Said something."

"There were too many people."

"Isn't that a good thing? For a funeral?"

It'd been a real question, but Charlie couldn't help it if his lips twitched into a small smile. Tired, but genuine. He saw it reflected on Drew's face and shrugged again. "I dunno. Maybe. People liked Chris."

Drew hummed an agreement. It was true, they always had. It'd almost been like someone, at some time, had taken him and prepped him for the life he was going to live, for being a mechanic and a big brother and firstborn son. Being the world's best friend had been his strong suit. Being their brother was maybe the most important thing he'd ever done. Charlie supposed there were worse things to be remembered by. He reached up to push a lock of hair out of his face, giving it a small, impulsive tug as he did so. Then he crossed his arms in an attempt at keeping himself from doing it again. "So why are you and Jackie sleepin' downstairs?"

"Nana's staying the night. She's got my bed," Drew answered simply. "And Jasmine's got yours, since you weren't here last night."

"Jazz came?"

"She'll probably be leaving soon. ..You gonna stick around 'til then?"

Charlie hesitated, then nodded. He hadn't seen Jazz in years. Not since they'd been kids and their uncle had lived closer by. It was a hell of a drive or a flight one to get all the way out here, and saying hello didn't sound too bad. He shouldn't've been driving anyway. "Probably. Do you, uh.." He looked over at the shit that was spread around the room. Old books, an old gaming system, an old bookbag that'd been carried through a year or two of high school. Old photos and old albums. Not old, really, but they felt that way now that he was gone. "You want help with all this shit?"

Drew sighed, then nodded. "Yeah. Please."

Charlie gave him a tight smile. Then he pushed himself off the wall and stepped carefully over a haphazard pile of Magic cards that looked like they hadn't seen the light of day since Chris' senior year. He sat himself down next to Drew and looked out at the collection they had to work through. "So," he started, reaching out to pick up one of the cards and peer idly at the artwork on the front. "Where d'you wanna start?"

[casspurrjoybell-20]

FOOLS Fall - Chapter 9 - Part 2

BOOK TWO: The 'Fools Fall in Love' Trilogy

*Warning - Adult Content*

Sam Moretti

"How's your day been?"

"Pretty good," I shrugged.

"Elliott and Carter hooked up again. I think Elliott has a crush on him and I also think Carter likes him but won't admit it."

"Sounds like us when we first started out," Noah commented with a slight chuckle.

"Eh, you were worse than Carter. Bit of a dick, actually," I spoke lightheartedly so he knew I didn't mean harm.

"Yeah but you liked it."

I scoffed.

"Liked what? You being a bipolar asshole?"

Again, I was speaking with no edge to my tone and neither was Noah.

I watched Noah roll his eyes through the phone, but he had a hint of a smile,

"You liked my asshole mood and you fucking know it. Otherwise, you would've went out with Boring Ben."

I didn't approve of the Boring Ben nickname that Noah started giving him once Ben and I began hanging out more but Noah's statement was probably true.

I shrugged again with a smirk playing on my face,

"What can I say? I like a dash of darkness in my relationship."

My boyfriend snorted at that, then moved on from our banter.

"So, Halloween is this weekend..."

"Oh. Yes, Halloween. I'm so excited. Elliott has all his decorations up already and they're killer," I gave him a goofy smile.

"Pun intended," but Noah didn't chuckle at my lame joke.

"What if we didn't spend Halloween together?" Noah suggested with caution.

My excited expression dropped from my face.

"What?"

"Well, my friend, Jude is throwing a Halloween party, you're invited, by the way but I know you want to go to Elliott's..."

Jude again.

My heart sank and my stomach felt queasy.

"You don't want to see me on Halloween?"

I immediately wanted to cry and I hated that I felt that way.

I hadn't even met Jude yet and I already hated him.

My jealousy had created this image of Jude to be some horrid villain in my mind who wanted to steal my boyfriend away from me and I couldn't stomp that image out.

"No, I do," Noah insisted.

"I just thought you'd rather go to Elliott's but we could..."

"Because you'd rather go to Jude's?" I asked, not understanding what Noah's telling me.

"I mean, I'd like to fuckin' make some friends while I'm here," he spoke as if there was a 'duh' implied.

"Okay, well I won't go to Elliott's party then," I decided.

No way did I want Noah getting plastered at Jude's Halloween party.

I didn't know Jude and I already felt a disgusting hatred towards him.

Noah groaned like he was aggravated with me.

"You don't have to miss out on your friend's party for me."

I felt that anxiety stir inside my gut again and my eyes started to burn.

"I don't understand, you're acting like you don't want me to go."

My cat jumped up on my bed and grazed his nose into my side.

"I do, Sam. I just thought spending it separately would be easier but..."

"Well, I don't want that. We already have our costumes picked out."

"Okay, fuck, let me speak. Another option I was going to say, had you listened..." he paused and took a deep breath to calm his anger.

"Jude's party is actually twenty minutes away from Crestfield. So, another option I was thinking was I would drive to you Friday. I'll sleep over and we'll go to Elliott's Party Saturday. Then later go to Jude's Party and then I could drive you back home or we'll go to our apartment."

'Our apartment.'

He really knew how to get me swooning when I was just about to cry.

I sighed, feeling more at ease,

"Why wouldn't you say that option first? Do you not want me to go?" I asked again because I really couldn't tell.

"Ugh, Sam. I do want you to go. It's just a lot of driving and gas, which I don't mind spending but I just thought you'd prefer to be at Elliott's and not a huge college party."

"I'd prefer to be with you. You know that."

"I know," and we were silent for a brief moment before he spoke...

"I bought this thing that you can attach to your shower wall and you can put your cell-phone in this clear pocket. It's for, like, people to watch Netflix or something while they're in the bath, I don't know but I figured I could use it to Face-Time you while I showered," he explained with a devious smile.

"You can watch me rub soap on my naked body."

"Pfft, you're stupid," I chuckled, and just like that we were back to joking and making sly comments to each other and we may have ended the call after jerking off together.

My anxiety simmered and all seemed right again.

But a small part of me was nervous for Halloween.

I hoped it would all go well.

[frenchfrywrites]

Aroused

MINORS DNI

warnings: amab gn dom top reader, trans pregnant bratty bottom Belphegor, pregnancy kink, lactation, some daddy kink, spit kink, spit as lube, dacryphilia, reference to somnophilia, fem terms used

Again, sorry this took me 1million years to post, but thank you @arloheart for the fun commission! it's always a trip to write about belphie <3

It’s uncanny to be awoken by Belphegor, the Avatar of Sloth. Usually it goes the other way around. And for someone who values and desires sleep so much, he certainly doesn’t seem apologetic when it comes to waking you up. 

“Hey,” he’s shaking you awake- and not being gentle with it- in the dead of night, muttering your name- thankfully- softly, “hey wake up.”

“What?” you grunt and then your body jolts awake as panic lurches through you. A bit disjointed and discombobulated, you turn to him, “are you okay? The babies okay?” your voice is deep with sleep and concern as you blink and adjust to the darkness surrounding you. Belphie stops shaking you,

“Yeah,” and though it’s dark you can see enough to know he’s smiling. Relief washes over you because no one is hurt and things are okay. You then resist the urge to frown because you know his bemused expression is due to how he takes delight in you looking confused and dazed when you wake up.

“What’s the matter then, love?” you ask softly, clearing your throat as you reach out to touch his pregnant belly gently. 

“I’m horny,” he tells you bluntly. You suck your teeth at that, feeling annoyance prickle your skin. 

“You woke me up… just because you’re horny?” Belphie nods,

“Yeah, are you going to do something about it?” his voice is teasing with a hint of desire. Part of you wants to indulge him, part of you wants to please him, and make him feel good. However, part of you- a large part of you- is more than a little ticked off by him ripping you from your slumber for this. 

“Belphie, darling,” you sigh, dropping your hand, “I love you, and you know I’m always horny for you, but,” you pause, “couldn’t you have just gotten yourself off while I was sleeping?” it’s not like he hasn’t stuffed himself with your cock while you’ve been sleeping before.

“I can’t! This-” he gestures to his very evident and hardly forgettable, third-trimester belly, “prevents me from doing a lot of the things I was able to do before.” You know that, and Belphie knows that any excuse related to his pregnancy is your weak spot. He groans, and you can tell it’s an overreaction intended to make you cave. 

“Everything hurts,” he continues when you don’t move to help him, “my pussy aches for your cock, and my tits hurt so much, and my legs are killing me,” you feel your heartstrings being tugged on as you listen to his woes- even though you will admit, he’s being very dramatic. “I’m so fragile and vulnerable,” and suddenly your heartstrings are just fine because those are lies if you’ve ever heard them, even while he’s pregnant. He reaches out to you, feeling up your chest to deliver the final blow, “come on, daddy, don’t you want to take care of me?”

You look at him for a long moment, then shake your head. “I'd only want to get you off if you were being a good boy for me,” you tease, turning over so Belphie doesn’t see how you fail to hold back a grin when he lets out a frustrated grunt.

“Fuck me,” it’s clear his patience is running thin when he hits you lightly, “come on fuck me daddy, it’ll feel so good, come on,” boy if you thought he was being bratty before, your teasing certainly hasn’t helped. 

“I can’t fucking believe you,” Belphie mutters under his breath, “okay, okay,” he nudges you, “no fucking me because you’re being grumpy and evil, but my chest really does hurt right now,” he moans softly, “will you at least help me with my tits?”

Oh Belphie knows exactly what he’s doing when he whispers those last words breathlessly. Despite your slight annoyance with him, you can feel your blood rush south. You submit to the fact that you’re not going to be able to go back to bed any time soon.

Turning back to Belphie, you feel pride swell in your heart at how excited he looks with your attention back on him. Giddily he leans against your pillows, pulling up his maternity sleep shirt, exposing both his beautiful belly, and his heavy breasts to you. 

Slowly you make yourself comfortable between his spread legs, running your hands from his thighs up to his chest (giving some special attention to his belly first, of course).

Leaning down, you hear Belphie’s breath hitch as your lips get closer to his leaking nipple. And then you stop. 

“Come on,” he strains, arching his chest up. 

“Say please,” you tut, because he hasn’t even said please once yet. Such a brat. 

“Ugh,” he snorts, “please daddy?” he says with an incredibly high-pitched whine, another overreaction. He did say “please” though, so you take his nipple into your mouth and suck hard. 

Belphegor lets out a gasp that you know isn’t an overreaction. He’s always had a sensitive chest, even before he started producing milk. 

He sinks into your bed as you drink from his breasts, relaxing at the relief that comes with getting the pressure off his chest. 

Belphie wraps his arms around your neck, pulling you closer. “Thank you,” his voice is filled with tenderness and affection. You know he can (and likely will) get more worked up from this, but right now he genuinely sounds relieved.

Happily you suck until he has nothing left to give you, yet you still roll your tongue against his nipple a couple of times to make sure you’ve caught every drop. Belphie whines, his hands coming to move your head to his other tit. You give him the same treatment for his other breast, except you bring a hand up to lovingly rub his belly while you drink.

Little moans and breathless whimpers leave Belphegor’s pretty lips, but he’s otherwise pretty quiet. By the time you finish, he looks like he’s about to drift off. False hope leads you to believe he’d be satisfied with just this.

“Fuck me,” he whines pathetically as soon as your lips leave his puffy, spit-slicked nipple. You wait a moment, but again no “please” follows. 

“I knew you’d want more,” you mumble, the words sounding much more affectionate than you’d intended them to be. “Such a greedy boy,” you chastise, but truthfully you’re glad he’s still wanting more, considering your dick is now straining uncomfortably against your pants. 

Belphie lets his eyes open slowly before he pulls you up by your head so he can kiss you. You smile against his lips until you feel his mouth part and his tongue slide against yours. While you open your mouth for him to deepen the kiss, your hands wander from his belly to his sleep pants. 

Inching the waistband of his pants down you hear, and feel, him let out a small noise of excitement. Slow as molasses you slip your hand into his underwear, brushing your fingers against his clit to feel him twitch and jerk under you. 

He’s as hard as you are, and lets out a downright sinful noise when you rub his clit with your thumb. It almost makes you want to spend all your attention there, but you want to feel how needy he is.

When your fingers reach his soaking hole, Belphie is barely kissing you anymore, his jaw slack as he focuses on breathing heavily, drool seeping from his open mouth and wetting both yours and his chin. Even though he’s not putting any effort into kissing back, he still whines when you pull back your head. 

He swallows heavily, bringing a hand to wipe away his spit from his face, his pretty purple eyes locked with yours the whole time. “Need you,” he mumbles, “it hurts, how badly I need you,” he tells you easily.

Your heart thumps heavily against your chest looking down at him, all desperate and debauched. His hair is disheveled, revealing how both of his pupils are blown wide with lust, his gaze finally breaking with yours to look down at the bulge that’s tenting your sleep pants. “Need you,” he’s quiet admitting it this time, like he’s talking to himself. 

“Alright,” you reach your limit, feeling your own desperation overflow within you. With the utmost care you help Belphie out of his clothes (slipping a pillow under his hips to keep him comfortable). You feel as though you’re overheating, and can’t get your clothes off fast enough.

“Finally,” Belphie sighs happily as you- now nude- get comfortable again between his spread legs. He looks entirely too smug. It reminds you of how annoyed you were when he’d woken you up. It reminds you of how much you like to tease him.

"Not yet baby," you murmur, smiling when his expression melts from cocky to confused. "Don't you remember?" He looks even further confused, and god does it make him look so cute. "I said earlier, I think only good boys should be allowed to get off,” you remind him. You spread his pussy lips and slide your cock against his drenched cunt. Realization washes over Belphies face.

“Nooo,” he whines, yet his eyes flutter shut, and he jerks himself against the shaft of your dick all the same. “I’ve been a good boy, I said I- ooh,” you cut him off as you rub your sticky tip against his clit. Belphie wraps his arms around your neck, clinging to you, “I said I needed you,” he whines lewdly.  

He has a point, considering he frequently refuses to admit when he’s wanting and worked up, favoring instead to tease and play with you until you bend to his needs. 

“Baby,” you moan, slowly frotting yourself against his wet pussy, “you woke me up and you’ve- uh- barely said please at all tonight,” you argue. “Naughty boy,” you groan, emphasizing your point by leaning down to nip at one of his tits. Belphie yelps, arching his chest into your mouth all the same. Picking up the pace a bit, you shift your hips so you can rub yourself directly against his hard clit as you lick and suck the skin you’d gently bitten. 

Belphie is quiet for a bit.

Except that’s not wholly true. Even though all you’re doing is some wet grinding, he gasps for breath, whines and whimpers like you not being inside of him is physically painful, and lets out moans that are deep and heavy, wanton in every sense of the word. It’s easy to tell these reactions are genuine, and he’s sensitive enough these days that he could cum from this alone if you go at it for long enough.

Finally, it comes out like it’s being punched out of him, “please, ah-” his eyes squeeze shut, clinging to you tighter while your cock blissfully slides and rubs against him. “Oh please, please, fuck, please, please,” now that he’s gotten it out once he can’t stop, and it comes out over and over like a prayer. “Please,” his voice cracks, and his breath catches as he cries out your name, “please fuck me, need you inside, please.”

“Good boy,” you coo as, one by one, tears start to pour from his eyes. “Aw there’s my good boy, you want my cock darling?” he nods, then hiccups.

You bring a hand up to brush away his tears, and Belphie leans into your touch, trying to calm himself. 

“I need to get the lube,” you remind him gently. 

“No,” Belphie sobs, frowning deeply and clinging to you tighter. “I’m wet enough,” he practically wails, “don’t need it.” Then he gives you those puppy eyes that you never can resist, and to make matters worse, he juts out his bottom lip in the cutest pout. Your hips stutter as you crumble,

“Okay, okay, but I’m still stretching you,” Belphie’s lips wobble into a grin at the compromise, so you pull back as much as you can with him still clinging to you. 

Licking your lips you take a second to look over Belphie in full. He looks utterly wrecked: tears have stained his face, his lips are shiny with drool and spit, so puffy and pink that you want to lean down and kiss him until you can’t breathe, and his face is beautifully flushed. 

“Please,” Belphie squirms under your gaze, and snaps you out of your trance, reminding you that you’re so hard it hurts, and you’ve got a very needy man under you waiting for relief. You gather saliva in your mouth and spit onto Belphie’s pretty pussy. He lets out a squeak at the sensation, that turns into a groan when you slip two of your fingers into his entrance. 

Belphie’s eyes roll up into his head, clenching around you excitedly as you scissor and fuck your fingers into him slowly. “Now you’re being such a good boy for me,” you praise softly, “all you needed was something filling you up for you to behave, is that it?” Belphie doesn’t respond to your question. 

You curl your fingers and he lets out a breathless, choked moan. “Yes,” he gasps, and you’re not sure if that’s a delayed response to your previous prompt, or if all he can do is express how pleased he is to have your fingers rubbing and stretching his insides. 

It doesn’t take long for you to add another finger, and Belphie opens up for it easily. He’s past needy by now; so pliant and malleable, his body ready and more than willing to take anything at this point.

“Think you’re ready for-”

“Yes, fuck, please,” he cuts you off, each word sounding like its own secret confession.

“Yeah,” you sound just as far gone as he does, breathless and eager to feel him around you. Removing your fingers gently, you again gather your saliva in your mouth. You spit on your hand, moaning softly as you stroke yourself and crudely lube up your dick. Aligning your tip with Belphie’s hole, his breath catches with anticipation. 

Steadying yourself by holding onto his hips you slowly inch yourself forward, your dick twitching as it’s surrounded by his heat. Belphie chokes when you’re nearly halfway inside of him, and you stop moving immediately, fearful that he’s hurting.

“Are you okay baby?” he nods, 

“Just- just a second,” you feel him pulse and squeeze around you, adjusting to the intrusion. To soothe him you rub his hips lovingly, murmuring praise to distract him.

When he relaxes around you, you start to work your hips back, and gently thrust into him with the length that you’re able to. Belphie sighs softly, his lips parting and the tension leaving his face as he welcomes the stretch of your cock. 

Soon his soft sighs turn to soft moans, and it only takes another moment for him to groan, “faster,” clinging to you desperately as any discomfort he’d felt melts into pleasure. 

You pick up the pace immediately, yet you make sure to not press yourself any deeper, preferring for him to take the lead rather than you accidentally hurting him. 

“Thank you,” he whines, so quietly you nearly miss it. You lean down to kiss his jaw, 

“What was that, Belphie?” you tease. He groans, turning his face away from you,

“Mm, ah, I said thank you, fuck- feels so good, needed this, needed you, make me feel so good,” he lets himself loose as you let a hand fall from his hips down to rub his sensitive clit, “oh, gonna cum, deeper, wanna feel all of you, gonna cuh-cum, wanna feel you in my tummy, please, ple-ah!” you cut him off, finally pressing yourself balls deep inside of him.

Belphie cums, like he said would, overwhelming you as he squeezes and milks your length from tip to base. 

“Fuck,” you choke, nearly losing control and toppling over him due to the intensity in which your orgasm hits you. Luckily, you have just enough of your wits about you to keep yourself up. However, you don’t have enough brainpower to control the way that your hips thrust, erratic and rough, as you fuck him through it, your skin slapping loudly against his as you both chase your climax. 

It’s only once you’ve both caught your breath and started feeling the subtle pin-pricks of pain from overstimulation beginning to settle in, that you carefully and gently ease yourself out of him.

Belphie’s hole twitches as your cum seeps from his used hole. You think he makes a very pretty picture, and if you weren’t so unbelievably exhausted you’d consider cleaning him out with your mouth. 

Instead, you kiss his sweaty forehead, and pull the blankets over him so he doesn’t catch a chill as you grab a washcloth and glass of water.

It’s hard to tell if he’s asleep or simply resting when you return. Either way you have to clean him up, so you place the cup of water on the bedside table, and pull back the blanket to place yourself between his legs once again. 

Delicately, you wipe at his sensitive hole with the washcloth. Belphie groans, peaking one eye open,

“Hurts?” He shakes his head,

“No,” his voice is rough and slurred with how exhausted he is, “well, maybe a little bit,” he confesses. You lean down to kiss his cheek apologetically. 

“I’ll be quick then,” you promise, returning to cleaning him, kissing him softly and sweetly with every wince he gives. 

Once you’re done you toss the rag elsewhere and kiss your way down to his belly. 

“I love you,” you look up, and though Belphie looks a breath away from falling asleep, you catch his eyes. He looks down at you so lovingly it makes your heart ache. You kiss his belly again, breaking eye contact to turn your attention to the babies inside of him 

“Your dad is the worst for waking me up in the middle of the night,” you whisper to them, though it’s loud enough for Belphie to hear. He flicks your head, and you giggle, continuing with your bit, “I hope you two wake him up ten times as much when you come out,” Belphie responds by snorting and weakly flicking your head again.

"Cuddle me to sleep," he demands, tugging at you weakly. "Please," he adds before you can start, and since he asked so nicely you slide up next to him, kissing him once before you both fall fast asleep.

[sunnyeong]

the constellation on your face 💫

yeong's note ♡ the very long-awaited oneshot is here~! i rushed this as well unfortunately, but i do hope to know if i’ve improved on this or not :D

yeong's song recommendation : astronomy - conan gray

SUMMARY

"riki, your moles align to constellations. are you pretending to be a night sky?" you tease, glancing at him with a daring smile plastered all over your face.

"oh, shut up, (y/n)."

-

"i'd love to be your constellation, the one you'd point out over and over again." he mumbles softly as you sleep, moments before he takes his moment and drifts off as well.

★ pairings : boyfriend!ni-ki x scared gn!reader 

★ genre : fluff, slight crack, reader and ni-ki camping :D 

★ warnings : intended lowercase.

11:54 p.m. was the time you last checked your phone-- well, before it lost battery. you went camping in the mountains with a few friends and your boyfriend. to your surprise, you were trembling more than usual outings like these, and your boyfriend learned that since the first step into the forest.

“if you keep opening the tent to check outside, something will eventually get here and attack us first, you know?” ni-ki taunts, cackling at the way you check outside. 

you were such like this because you kept hearing things. at some points, you’d even get paranoid that there’s some creature outside from a horror movie. “shh.” you shush him, laying back down. ni-ki being the absolute tease he is, simply laughs as if he’d have an evil plan.

“it’s so dark.. what if something just pops up and gets us out of nowhere?” you were afraid about getting eaten by a bear or bitten by a snake when you were camping, ni-ki was well aware that you’d need to be distracted to lure those thoughts away.

“riki, your moles align to constellations. are you pretending to be a night sky?” you scoff playfully, trying to get back at him.

“oh, shut up, (y/n)!” he blurts out, facing the other way. yes, it’s actually confusing to think you both are a couple despite the way you both taunt eachother, but it’s yours and his love language.

minutes and minutes pass, you stop checking outside. though, your eyes are still wide open, even if you’re probably the sleepiest as ever. “there’s seriously nothing outside, (y/n), trust me.” ni-ki sighs, noticing your terrified face expression being displayed on you. not one response came out of your mouth at all, so he decided to take a risk.

“very well, i give you my very consent to do that thing you do to my moles.” he mumbles quietly, facing you. in delight, you immediately look at him and smile ever so brightly. simply approving your reaction, he nods and closes his eyes.

through your relationship together, he’d always enjoy the way your fingers trace over his delicate skin as you connect his moles into different constellations. it was his comfort, and also yours. without a doubt, you point out your index finger and slowly start at the one near his eyebrow, trailing down to his left eye gently.

though you can’t always see it, he falls asleep with you doing that. though he’s not such a ‘physical affection’ type of person (unless it comes to him sleeping without a body pillow), he still memorizes every single pattern you trace on his face. it’d either start by the chin, in front of his ear, under his nose, wherever you’d like it to start on.

this time, you simply just traced your finger randomly on his moles, visualizing a constellation. it was pitch black now that the lamp was off so you couldn’t see his moles, but ni-ki was kind enough to guide your index finger on one in case you poke his eye or tickle him.

"i'm serious though, your moles always sum up to a rhythm of pretty constellations. i wish i had such.." you say quietly, trying to hold back a yawn. you're not even as surprised, he simply stays quiet.

without even 5 minutes passing, your boyfriend notices you breathing more quietly, and that your finger had no presence around his face anymore. he smiles slightly, settling in. and yes, there were unfortunately no body pillows you brought due to limited car space, so he mentally sighed and hugged your arm gently, hoping he doesn’t cause any harm.

"i'd love to be your constellation, the one you'd point out over and over again." he quietly mumbles so you don't hear, moments before drifting off to sleep as well.

[n1k1tty]

kiss me ! part 2

“hawaii!” niki yells, throwing as fist in the air as he enters the van “riki, it’s 3am in the morning, please shut up” jay retorts, going back to sleep as he leans on the window

as if it was almost planned, you and jake sat beside each other at the furthest seat. it was complicated, you didn’t know if you were comfortable or not, you felt tense, afraid of jake’s teasing if you touch him even the slightest. yet you also didn’t want to leave your seat.

you let out a huff, trying to find a position where you could comfortably sleep in. you were spooked at the sudden hand that leans your head on their shoulders “you can sleep on my shoulders, it’s alright” jake chuckles, already drifting to sleep the second after he did that “thanks” you mumble, easing into his warmth.

you laugh a little at his aching figure “this is funny to you? after i’ve been so kind to let you sleep on my shoulder?” he pouts “i deserve a long massage during our flight” he jokes, continuing to carry your bags.

dumbfounded by the fact that you stayed with him, giving him a glance filled with guilt “y/n seriously, i’m fine. it’ll go away sooner or later” he reassures you, his heart exploding at the sight of you with glimmering eyes, feeling the guilt you expressed them with.

“what do you wanna eat for breakfast?” you mumble, taking the luggage cart from his grasp. he laughs at your attempt to make him feel better “sorry? didnt quite hear that well” he teases, making you give him a glare, almost forgetting that he was ‘injured’ you raise your hand to almost give him a punch “good thing you’re hurting or i would’ve punched your ass back to australia” you roll your eyes “you heard what i said!” eyebrows frowning as you look away “alright alright, i’m fine with coffee really—” he lets out a breathy chuckle, dragging his feet as he follows you around “—nonsense! breakfast is important. don’t give me that type of bullshit sim” you cut him off, stopping by a little restaurant as you tell the other members to go ahead “im getting you pancakes. better finish it or you’re not living to see another day”

he laughs “this is quite a unique way to care for someone don’t you think” you roll your eyes "eat the damn pancakes sim jaeyun"

"yas ma'am"

--

after everyone had met up, you all started finding your seats. you were bewildered, somehow, because now you found yourself wanting to switch seats with sunghoon for obvious reasons. but of course, you --again, didn't have the guts to do so.

a few hours into the flight and a few glances from jake here and there, you received a message

jake :):

hey pretty girl, do me a favour and go to the washroom behind you

you:

and why exactly?

jake :):

no questions asked. i just miss you ;)

you swore you wanted to jump off the plane. pretty girl?! he misses me?!. you feel the heat creeping up in your face as you asked jungwon "hey, could you get up of a sec. i gotta go to the washroom" you whisper, mumbling a small 'thank you' before you walked to the washroom.

you felt a hand pull you "hey" he giggles, arms wrapped around your waist "you scared me! i thought i was getting abducted" you slap his shoulder. although you would be lying if you said you didn't want to just grab him and kiss him right at this moment.

he looked so good with his button up shirt, showing off his collar bones, neck wearing the beaded necklace you made for him during the summer and your birthstone necklace. his hair was messy, and you couldn't deny how hot he looked with his glasses on.

"you should consider buttoning up" you hesitantly say, looking anywhere but his eyes. of course he catches on to your intentions, but he felt like pissing you off "why? i'm showing off your necklace" he giggles "i even bought your birthstone" he grabs the necklace with his thumb, making you roll your eyes as you cross your arms, making sim jaeyun giggle.

he places his hand under your chin, finally letting you looking at him "switch seats with sunghoon please. i don't think i like the sight of you sleeping on jungwon's shoulders" now it was your time to piss him off.

"why?" you pout, "his shoulders are so comfortable, and we don't want your shoulders aching again now do we?" you give him a slight smile, well it wasn't like you weren't planning to switch with sunghoon way before the flight even started anyway.

jake rolls his eyes "that leaves you no choice--"

"can y'all hurry up? i'll switch with you y/n gosh! just let me pee!" sunghoon bangs on the door, making jake laugh "well that was easy"

--

oh how you regret changing seats.

because now you get to fully witness the flight attendants obviously flirting with him.

"good morning sir" she annoyingly giggles, biting her lip as she leans in way too close. jake leans back, letting out a small laugh out of politeness "hi, yeah i'd like..." he orders his food while you glare at the girl who's been displeasingly close to him "what can i get for you ma'am?"

"oh my girlfriend would like the same thing" jake interrupts, giving you a sly wink after placing his hand on top of yours. you let out a small scoff after seeing the disappointed look on the girl as she hands you the food. your skips a beat. girlfriend? you thought

now he was starting to piss you off. he was doing everything but ask you out. and with every ounce of pride you had in your soul, you hated to admit that you were starting to get really impatient. were you not obvious about your feelings? was the handmade necklace and the concern you have for him not obvious enough?

"ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Hawaii" the pilot announces, after you got your hand carry, you didn't even bother waiting for jake. immediately walking out of the plane, causing him to tilt his head out of confusion.

he didn't get a chance to talk to you, i mean, how could he when you would immediately start walking away from him whenever he tried to walk towards you.

as you sat beside jay in the tour bus, he gives you a weird look "why are you here" you give him a lost look "can i not...?" that's when he knew something happened between you and jake "y/n if this is because of jake--" you place your hand on his mouth, leaning way too close. but luck wasn't on your side today, because jake saw.

"shut up please! and yes! it is about him. so please spare me and let me sit here for the meantime" jay chuckles, "jake's going to kill me for this" he mumbles, leaning back to the chair "what?"

"nothing" he gives you a grin

--

after you guys arrived to jay's beach house you immediately grab your bag before jake could help you

"alright riki and sunoo are sharing a room, jungwon and heeseung are sharing, and...." jay looks at you, sunghoon and jake, not knowing what to do "you three figure it out. i'm just letting you know one gets to have their own room" jay starts to head to his own room, shrugging his shoulders as he walks past you with widened eyes.

"we already know what's about to happen. i'm getting my own room-"

"no!" you yell

"yes!" jake yells in unison,

"well......" sunghoon stood there, waiting for the both of you to talk "well, i just think i should get the room since you know-- i'm a girl and-- you and jake are best friends so you should be roommates" you explain, giving sunghoon an awkward smile "yeah sure whatever- ow!" jake hits sunghoon in the arm "you idiot! take the goddamn room!" jake grits through his teeth "you know what y/n! i change my mind. i uh, i think im going to take the room"

"why?!" you whisper with a harsh tone. poor sunghoon "IM GOING TO JERK OFF OR SOMETHING I DON'T KNOW" he yells, although he regrets it after the maids give him a weird look "ayo what?" heeseung peaks through the door "nothing! i didn't mean that. just --ugh! i'm heading out" he grabs his luggage, stomping through the hallways as he walks to the room. leaving you with jake.

--

you were about to have a mental breakdown "jay! you're seriously not helping me at all!" you give him a shove "ow! you need to control your strength sometimes! and i'm sorry okay? i just panicked, and i think you and jake being roommates wouldn't be a mistake. it's better to fix your problems instead of just sweeping it under the rug. you can't avoid him forever y/n" he was right. and you knew that. but you couldn't bring yourself to tell jake what was bothering you. even the thought of it was embarrassing, because what if he wasn't even intending to date you at all?

you walk back to the room, hesitating whether you should open it or not. but after hearing no noise, you open the door "AH OH MY GOD SORRY--" there you saw a shirtless jake, hair wet and his glasses having a few drops of water from his hair. he grabs your hand before you could walk out again "y/n, please talk to me" he places his hands on both sides of your shoulders "did i do something wrong? whatever it is, i'm really sorry" he panics, slightly pouting at the silent treatment you gave him "jake i-"

"dinners ready!" riki barges in, freezing at the sight of you two "oh- hey! riki, let's go!" you grab his arm, walking towards the dining room "please don't mention it" you whisper, sitting in between riki and jay.

jake later follows, now in his grey shirt and the checkered pajamas he wore earlier, he gives you a small smile before sitting next to heeseung.

"so, sunghoon. did you have fun?" heeseung teases

"shut up!"

--

"this wasn't going as planned anymore!" jake groans, he was currently in jay's room, ranting his frustrations out while jay listened. when jake had heard about the trip to hawaii, he originally planned to confess when you guys went to the party, it's not like the party had already happened, but it was already tomorrow "i already apologized, yet she still wouldn't speak"

"do you even know why she's mad?" jay asked, leaning on the bad with his arms as he watched jake pacing around his room "...no?"

"jake sim you idiot"

it was 1 am in the morning and you finally finished playing games with riki and heeseung. you were hesitating to open the door once again. afraid of letting the incident happen once more. you knock lightly, hoping that he was there and you could finally make up

but before you could open the door, jake already opened it. immediately embracing you "please talk to me" he whispers gently in your ear. you couldn't help but burst out crying, causing him to panic, he caresses your hair "let's go for a walk yeah?" he grabs your wrist, his touch so gentle as if you were fragile.

he wipes your tears as you walk along the shore "i missed you. you know?" he holds your hand as you both drag your feet along the sand. you hit him on his shoulder "ow!"

"that's what you get!" you sniffle, looking at the reflection of the moon on the sea "what did i do?" he chuckles, searching for your eyes. he tilts his head when you don't respond "hello?"

"cause! you always flirt with me, calling me your girlfriend and hugging me! i hate it! i hate it because my heart always skips a beat every time and i always expect you to ask me out soon yet you never do!" you yell, your skin was glowing under the moonlight. jake was in awe the moment he saw your glistening eyes that had tears threatening to fall.

he had the sudden urge to kiss you and tell you how he felt.

and he did. because jake was a man who never doubted his feelings when it came to you.

he pulls you by the waist, causing you to let out a yelp. his lips touches yours, and it stayed like that for a while, to make up for the moments he wasted without you this whole vacation. you wrap your hands around his neck, playing with his hair

"can i be your boyfriend?" he cheekily says, his smile making you smile as well "suck my ass. sim jaeyun. yes, i'd love for you to be my boyfriend"

"i'd gladly suck your a--"

"sim jaeyun!"

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[bonus bcs i haven't posted in a while]

it was the morning of the party, you were in jake's arms "finally you're awake! good morning!" he excitedly says, peppering you with kisses "the guys are in the pool so get changed" he informs you, smacking your ass as soon as you got up "getting too comfortable for our first day aren't we?" you tilt your head, giving him a smirk "can't help it" he send a wink your way.

as soon as you got out in your swimsuit, jake's mouth drops "do a little turn for me" he smirks, twirling you around as he hypes you up "holy shit! i'm so lucky aren't i" he checks you out, earning a smack from you "ow! alright but i'm not letting them check you out like that! wear my shirt"

(he didn't let you go from the jacuzzi after heeseung hyped you up lol)

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[party]

you told jake to go ahead, wanting to surprise him with the dress you bought.

after arriving to the party jake almost dropped the drink he had in his hand after he saw you. he was smiling so hard when the little girl put a Lei (flower neck lace) on you. he felt so proud when the other men at the party look at you giving him a hug

"that's right, she's mine" he thought

after you walked to wards him he grabs you by the waist "you look so pretty in red" he says, hugging you tightly "is that so?" you ask, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips, making him all giddy

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part 1

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[2jaeh]

INSUFFERABLE l  KIM DOYOUNG 

GENRE: mature theme, slight smut

WARNINGS: choking, dom themes, cursing

asshole! Doyoung , enemies to ???

Words : 4k 

You’re put in a group project with the most annoying pretentious jerk your law class had to offer. Immediately Doyoung tries to boss you around but you being you, you weren’t taking his shit...soon enough he finds out he can dominate you after all...in a very different way. 

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“Theres no fucking way...no fucking way” you groaned looking at your group project list, eyes narrowing on possibly the worst people within your course year. Slumping in your seat you half smiled at the girl who approached you, one of your fellow members from project hell. 

“Heyyy y/n I think we're in a group together” she grinned and took a seat next to you, flipping her red hair over her shoulder and checked herself out in her mirror covered cellphone. 

Dami was probably the most narcissistic person you'd ever met and being in law, it was definitely a common trait around here. Dami sat up and began tapping you on your shoulder frantically “He’s in our group! Kim Doyoung is in our group” the two of you watched as the dark haired man conversed with the lecturer, casually turning back to look at the table where you guys sat, in annoyance. 

“That guy is such a prick” a guy who slid in the desk behind you, Seungmin said and Dami nodded in agreeance as you all continued to watch him. 

“Ive never really spoken to him before” you cocked your head, “What’s so annoying about him?” 

This time another group member joined in, a quieter girl who normally sat in the back Jisoo, cleared her throat, “He is really bossy and only likes to do things his own way.”

‘Well he is about to meet his worst nightmare’ you thought knowing nothing pissed you off more than someone telling you what to do. 

The muffled conversations around you began to soften as you felt someone stand over you and drop a file on your desk. Looking up, you locked eyes with the one and only Kim Doyoung, dressed in his usual black slacks, black turtleneck and clear rimmed spectacles. He raised his eyebrow at you as if you were supposed to guess what he wanted.

“What ?” you challenged him, folding your arms across your chest and returned an eyebrow raise. 

Doyoung sighed in annoyance, his long slender fingers moved across the file and opened it swiftly, “I want you to do roll call” he said coldly. 

A lump formed in your throat. You felt like you were being talked down to, it was something that infuriated the hell out of you. He wasn't older than you, nor was he getting better grades than you but somehow he had a superiority complex. Dami quickly nudged you and you rolled your eyes, “Seungmin ?”

“Here!” 

“Jisoo ?” you placed a tick as you called out each name. 

“Dami, Jangjun…?” you looked around and noticed that the usually loud comedic relief in your classroom was nowhere to be seen. 

“I think Jangjun is late, i’ll text him” Seungmin sighed and pulled out his phone. You turned back to the roll call sheet and pursed your lips, “Kim Doyoung ?” 

Doyoung just looked down at you, sucking in his bottom lip and raised that damn eyebrow at you again. 

“You need to say ‘here’ do you not know how roll call works ?” you tested him and he rolled his eyes and sighed, “here.” 

You smiled to yourself, completely satisfied with pissing him off when your internal celebration was interrupted by an out of breath Jangjun, who threw his bag on the floor and took a seat on Dami’s desk. Doyoung looked at him disgustingly, and even though you too were obviously annoyed by Jangjun’s tardiness, was that reaction really necessary ?

“Be on time” Doyoung sneered and grabbed the roll call file making his way back to the lecturer. 

“Fuck Kim Doyoung is in this group ?” Jangjun groaned, sharing the sentiments of the entire meeting. You couldnt believe these were the people you had to work with for the week. It's like you could almost feel an outburst waiting to happen, whether it be from you or Kim Doyoung. 

Doyoung returned and took out his phone, not really looking at any of you as he spoke, “we should make a group chat to update each other on work”

The group hastily shared each other's details and Doyoung created the chat and pinned a set of three rules. 

The first was the group was strictly to be used for the project, no small talk or any other messages that weren't related to the project. The second rule was that no one talks about the group content in private chats as it will cause confusion among members. Lastly you weren't allowed to message after 9pm unless it was an emergency, a very serious emergency. 

“Dang is this the military ?” Jangjun snickered as Seungmin and Dami tried their best to hide their laughs. It was typical of people like Dami and Jangjun to not take anything seriously. Their families were well off and they were just studying just for a piece of paper you call a degree. Doyoung couldn't even hide his annoyance, not like he ever did but he seemed particularly pissed off today. 

“Look, just follow the rules and all of you get a free pass and then we never have to speak to each other again” Doyoung spat and made his way to the exit leaving the rest of you in utter shock. 

———

The first two days were utter hell as Doyoung tried to take control of almost every aspect of the project and frankly you didn't even mind because his business proposal was flawless, it was just the way he spoke to all of you that drove you insane. 

“Dami its not fucking rocket science all you need to do is make a clientele spreadsheet with the mock list the professor gave us” Doyoung didnt even lift his head from his laptop, unaware of the impact his words had on her. 

Dami pushed away from the desk and her eyes began to well up and before you knew it she was running out of the library, with Jisoo and Seungmin following quickly out of concern. 

“Nice move asshole” you rolled your eyes, continuing to work on your laptop. 

Doyoung peered up and pushed his spectacles up, “what was that?” 

“I said nice move asshole, do you intend to talk to your future clients like that?” He initiated a different kind of anger from you but you managed to keep your cool. Doyoung shrugged as if what he had said to Dami had not carried any weight and continued typing away. 

A few minutes of the members disappearance quickly turned to an hour and Doyoung’s nonchalance about the whole ordeal really ticked you off to the point of slamming your laptop closed and pushed back from the desk. 

Doyoung quirked his eyebrow at you, “Is something wrong ?” 

“Is something wrong” you mimicked him, “Jangjun hasn't come in today because you sent him on multiple errands, and you just made Dami cry over something so ridiculous”

Doyoung sat back in his seat and rubbed his temples, “They're all freeloaders, you and I are the only ones doing work, why do you care so much about them?” 

“Basic human fucking decency maybe?” you groaned and ran your fingers through your hair, “listen im not like them, i'm not gonna take shit from you”

“Sure”

“Youre a fucking asshole Kim Doyoung.” 

—-

You lay in bed and replayed that scene with Doyoung in your head multiple times. He was so unbothered by your antics nor did he care about anyone's feelings within the group. He was cold, heartless all he thought about was himself. His cold expression was practically engraved in your head, spending all these hours with him was really not your favourite pastime. 

Group 7 gc 7:00pm

KDY: I posted a schedule for tomorrow we will be working in pairs on the highlighted sections. 

You took a look at his document and groaned when you saw your name placed next to his. There was no way, no way in hell you want to work with him one on one. Not caring about breaking his rule, you pulled up a private chat with him and began expressing your concerns. 

y/n  x  KDY : 7:10pm 

Y/N: Hi, there's no fucking way in hell am I working with you. Change It. 

KDY: I said no private chats and no, I'm not changing it. 

Y/N: Wouldn't it be better for us to split and have the others actually DO work for once ?

KDY: I barely gave them room for error, we're going to be the most anyway and besides, I'd prefer someone who can handle...my personality. 

Y/N: …..so you agree..you are an asshole ?

KDY: I give people a reality check that's all..

Y/N: whatever makes you sleep at night...can I atleast choose our work venue because If I were stuck in a library again with you I might kill you. 

KDY: haha..

KDY: sure. 

Y/N: mango drop cafe, 10am. 

KDY: cool, see you then. 

‘Haha’. You had no idea why that text in particular riled you up. Did he find all of this amusing ? Was he making everyone's life a living hell because he enjoyed it ? You stared at his messages and somehow ended up on his profile picture. He was leaning against a railing dressed in all black with his hooded eyes concentrated on the camera lense, Your realization of how attractive he was came from the fact that you stared at the picture for a good 20 minutes. You wondered who took the picture, a girlfriend maybe ? You shook your head. He seemed too uptight to be getting laid. You sighed, closing your phone and awaited yet another day with the insufferable gorgeous man that was Kim Doyoung. 

You arrived quite early at the cafe but of course Doyoung was here before you, already typing away at his laptop, in his usual attire. You greeted the barista and placed an order for a chilled cafe latte before making your way over to him. 

“Hey” you said simply and took a seat opposite him in the booth. Doyoung’s ears perked up at the sound of your voice and made room for your books on the table.

“You're here early” 

“You're already picking a fight with me?” you said casually setting up your workspace. 

Doyoung chuckled under his breath and shook his head, “I just didn't expect you this early y/n it's not that serious.” 

You ignored his words and got straight to work, not in the mood to play his little game. You felt Doyoung look at you a few times. You weren't sure if it were to check if youre doing the right thing or he was just looking at you. 

“Well i'm done with my part” you stretched your arms above your head and yawned. 

“Yeah I'm pretty much done too, Do you want another cup of coffee ?” Doyoung offered pointing to your empty cup. You were taken back by his softer demeanor but quickly nodded, “uh yeah sure.” 

Doyoung returned carrying a tray of two fresh cups of coffee and a slice of cheesecake. Setting everything down he handed you the extra fork and placed the cheesecake in the middle of the table to make it easier to share. 

“H-how much do I owe you ?” You fumbled in your bag for your wallet. 

“It's okay, it's my treat” Doyoung replied, placing a piece of cheesecake in his mouth and slowly licking the fork clean. You gulped as his tongue darted out carefully licking the cream from the metal, not leaving any residue behind. You had no idea what the hell was going on but you felt hot, almost claustrophobic. 

“You're okay?” Doyoung asked innocently, unaware of what he was doing to you. 

“Why are you being...nice?” You questioned, knitting your eyebrows together as the man continued to act as if this was his usual behavior. 

Doyoung pursed his lips and placed the fork on the plate, “You want me to be mean to you?”

“No I just don't get-”

“I apologized to Dami and she told me she only overreacted because the guy she likes, Seungmin was there” Doyoung explained and removed his spectacles, “she was embarrassed to ask anyone for help, I paired them up for today.”

“Wait wha-”

“Also Jangjun works at the campus radio” Doyoung continued, “I had only found out the day we all met, I gave him tasks that will allow him more flexibility, that way he doesn't have to join group sessions often.” 

You blinked, unable to form any words in order to reply to Doyoung. Especially after he chuckled at your speechlessness, knowing you didn't bother getting his side of the story at first. 

“You were right y/n I dont have to be an asshole all the time, I just like to get my work done” He shrugged. You kept eye contact with him but somehow it felt as if he were still toying with you, waiting on your next reaction. He seemed like he played this game often, making sure he always had the upper hand. Doyoung seemed relaxed as he stared at you, taking another scoop of the cheesecake and slowly ran his tongue over his lips after his bite. What the fuck was he doing ? 

“Y/N ?” you heard a familiar voice come from the entrance of the cafe. Your attention diverted from Doyoung to the blonde haired boy who began approaching your table. 

“Jungwoo ? oh my God what are you doing here ?” You stood up and pulled him into a tight hug and pecked his cheek. Doyoung shifted awkwardly in his seat as he watched your exchange with the stranger. 

“I got off early from class about to go to Subway, are you still doing that group project thing?” Jungwoo looked over at your table and half smiled at Doyoung who tried to distract himself with his phone. 

“Uh yeah but i'm all done here I think, wanna hang out ?” you hooked arms with Jungwoo as he nodded enthusiastically. You turned around and scratched the back of your head, 

“So...uh”

“Were all done you can go, I have somewhere to be anyway” Doyoung smiled as you slowly began packing up your things. 

“Alright, see you tomorrow I guess” you bid your goodbye and headed out for lunch with Jungwoo. 

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You had just finished up your skincare routine and caught up with a few instagram posts when you noticed Doyoung had followed you. Sitting up in bed you scrolled through his feed curiously. Every post was aesthetically pleasing and he looked absolutely hot in every single one of them. He had to have a girlfriend right ? No guy posts pictures this good without women flooding his DMs. 

There was no harm in doing the same since he was in your class, you decided to return the follow and close the app. Suddenly your phone vibrated with a new message in your chats. 

Y/N X KDY  10:30pm

KDY: hey 

Y/N: aren't you breaking two of your rules right now ?

KDY: haha 

KDY: I didn't realize what time it was…

Y/N: ….anyways..is this about work at least ?

KDY: kinda… you left one of your books at the cafe. I have it with me. 

Y/N: oh… thank you.

KDY: no prob...oh I hope its not a problem I added you on ig

Y/N: no its okay we are friends I guess

KDY: haha I thought I was the insufferable asshole..

Y/N: you are...but not all the time. Look im sorry for saying shitty things about you. 

KDY: its all good. 

KDY: …….

Y/N: ..whats up?

You twirled your fingers as you watched the three dots from Doyoung pop up and disappear over and over again. What was taking him so long ? 

KDY: that guy….that you met at the cafe..is he your boyfriend ?

Y/N: Jungwoo ? no way we've been friends since high school.

KDY: oh..

Y/N:....why would you even ask that ?

KDY: curious. 

Y/N: curious about who I'm dating ??

KDY: A little. 

You frowned at your phone and noticed Doyoung had changed his profile picture to a selfie. The picture was..something alright. You bit down on your lip as you enlarged the picture, which showed a wet haired Doyoung with his head resting in his palm and his long index finger was placed between his plump lips. 

“Fuck y/n get yourself together” you gave yourself a pep talk before opening his chat back up again. 

Y/N X KDY  10.54PM

Y/N: fine if you can ask a question can I ask one..

KDY: go ahead 

Y/N: who do you keep thirst trapping for ?

KDY: ….haha thirst trapping ? 

Y/N: Yeah who do keep posting these hot pics for huh

KDY: …..

KDY: You think i'm hot ?

Fuck. Why did you word it that way. You groaned immediately regretting sending that message but something in you was so curious about him you decided to just risk it, what was the worst that could happen ? 

Y/N: well yeah, I mean I'm sure everyone thinks you're attractive, you seem to know it too. 

KDY: wow. 

KDY: I think you're hot too. 

What the hell was going on. You felt your face heat up and you placed your pillow in between your legs as you turned on your side. 

KDY: I was almost disappointed when I thought Jungwoo was your boyfriend, he's way too passive. 

Y/N: ...and what makes you think you know what kind of man I need ?

KDY: hmmm

KDY: first of, with that fucking attitude of yours..A dominate one. 

You swallowed hard as you felt a tingle in your stomach, squeezing your thighs together on the pillow to create more friction. 

Y/N: I could say the same for you. 

KDY: You may think youre dominate in many aspects...but when it comes to fucking..im the one in charge. 

God you hated how hot that sounded. He had you in the palm of his hand through text. You were a mess and he wasn't even the room to fuel it. You wanted him so fucking bad it was insane. 

Y/N: running your mouth doesn't equate to doing it you know...

KDY:.....

KDY: then would you like me to show you ?

Everything happened so damn fast. One minute you two were texting the next minute you were sharing your apartment location and Doyoung was on his way over. You scrambled to put on sexier underwear and do your hair, still in shock by the fact that Doyoung was on his way over to bang you. 

You jumped when you heard the doorbell and realized it was him. Opening the door you were greeted to a very different look of Doyoung. His hair was messy and reached his eyes. Instead of his usual black academic attire he wore a loose white vest that showed off his toned chest and arms, along with a pair of grey sweatpants. 

“Hi” Doyoung smirked, his eyes were dark as he scanned your figure. 

“Hi” you responded, leaning against the wall in the hallway and looked up at him. Doyoung slowly approached you, like a lion circling its prey. His slender fingers danced lightly along your body, drawing a line from your waist until he found your throat and wrapped his cold fingers around it. He bit down on his lip as he studied how perfectly his hand looked around it and squeezed gently, smirking after hearing a soft moan emit from you. 

“I want you to do as I say, any back chat from you will get you punished you got that ?” he brought his lips down to your neck and exhaled. 

You nodded in response but that wasn't good enough for Doyoung. You felt his squeeze on your throat once more and he used his hips to pin you against the wall, “use your words” he gritted his teeth. 

“Yes sir” you replied obediently, and felt him smile against your neck. 

“Good girl, and if i'm too rough let me know so I can stop okay ?” he replied, his voice changed and it was much sweeter and genuine than before. He placed a soft kiss on your cheek when you nodded and led you to the bed. 

Doyoung lay you on the bed, already stripping off his shirt and ordered you to undress yourself and rid him off his sweatpants. You bit down on your lip taking notice of how aroused he was when you palmed his member. 

Doyoung watched you through hooded eyes as you discarded his sweatpants and boxers. He softly patted your head and grabbed a tuft of your hair in order to make you look up at him. 

“Spit” he ordered, and held out his hand and you did as you were told. You watched as he lathered himself with it, moaning as he stroked himself. He was so damn sexy, biting down on lip and slowly pleased himself as you watched. 

“Do you want this inside you sweetheart ?” he cooed and placed a finger under chin. 

You nodded quickly, “Yes please” 

“What do you want me to do baby ?” He purred and hovered over you as you lay on the bed, breathing heavily as his fingers moved against your warm skin, tracing your curves, ghosting over your heat and returning back to your lips to insert a digit inside. 

Doyoung watched diligently as you sucked on his finger like the good girl he knew you were. He finally pulled his finger out and with one swift movement entered with his member before you could even respond to his question. You moaned as he quickly slammed his hips into yours, wasting no time in gaining a rhythm as you marked his back with scratch marks feeling as though you were on a high. 

Doyoung fucked you like a pro, wasting no time to switch positions and had you on all fours, slapping your ass before slamming into you again, that pretentious smirk forming on his face as he heard your whimpers asking him for more. 

“Are you ready to cum sweetheart ?” he asked, pulling you up as his strokes became slower and tugged on your ear with his teeth. 

“Y-yes yes i'm ready” you panted.

“What's the magic word ?” he growled as he grabbed your throat and slowed down his pace as you were nearing your climax. 

“Fuck youre so annoying PLEASE, please let me cum Doyoung fuck” 

Doyoung chuckled and picked up his pace until you finally climaxed and he followed shortly after, collapsing in the bed next to you. 

“You have such an attitude God” he rolled his eyes playfully, bringing the blanket over your bodies and grinned when you moved in to cuddle him. 

“I guess you will have to fix that some time” you yawned and wrapped your arm around his waist, “but I have to admit, maybe I do enjoy the insufferable Kim Doyoung bossing me around once in a while.”

[farfromsugafanfic]

Sutures - Chapter Ten: Amiodarone

Genre: Soulmates AU, Idiots to Lovers, slight Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Yoongi/Named Reader

Warnings (chapter specific): family member hospitalization, therapy, angst if you squint

Synopsis: “A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.” –Jean de la Fontaine

There was only one thing you and Min Yoongi had in common that night. You were both brokenhearted. You only intended to be together for one night, but when you both end up in the hospital the next day you discover that you are soulmates. It could kill you to be apart. As you and Yoongi attempt to sever the bond between you, will another be formed?

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The first thing you felt--before you opened your eyes--was Yoongi's white T-shirt against your cheek and the warmth of his skin beneath it. His arm was around you and his hand rested on the peak of your hip. You opened your eyes and looked up to see his hair splayed across his forehead and his lips pouted.

You smiled as you slowly removed yourself from Yoongi's arms. He stirred as you stood up and were away from his grasp, but he softly moved as he rolled onto his side and his arms reached for where you had once been. You could get used to waking up next to Yoongi every morning. Something about the way he missed you--even when he wasn't awake--made your heart swell.

You quickly pushed those thoughts away as you took two mugs from the table and flipped them right side up. While you were used to cheap hotels with packages of instant coffee and--if you were lucky--an electric tea kettle, this hotel, however, had a full coffee maker and a few coffee brands to choose from. You chose a brand you recognized and placed it in the coffee maker.

It wasn't long before the entire room smelled of coffee. As you were pouring the second cup of coffee, you felt a soft touch on your waist and turned to catch Yoongi's soft smile and messy hair as he reached for one of the mugs.

"Thanks," he said, his voice raspy and deep.

You nodded and took a sip of your coffee and sat down at the table, Yoongi soon following and sitting across from you.

"You like it black?"

"Yeah," you said. "My dad would always drink it black and when I was old enough that's how he made it for me. It just kind of stuck."

"Do you miss them?"

"Of course," you said. "It's hard when they're so far away, but I don't regret staying here. I can make a living here, more so than I could in the US."

"When did you see them last?"

"Around a year ago. Minki came with me and it was the first time he'd been to the US and the first time he met my family. They didn't like him that much. I guess I should've listened to them." You chuckled sardonically and took a large sip of coffee, creating a silence--while not uncomfortable--had a small bit of tension laced in. "What about you? You don't get to see your family much either, right? Being an idol and all?"

The question caused him to sit up straight and meet your eyes before quickly looking back down at the wooden table. "Uh, yeah, we usually see our families a couple of times a year. Usually towards the end of the year and then sporadically throughout. Some see their families more often cause they live near Seoul, but getting to Daegu is hard. We didn't always get along when I first moved, so it was hard for a while."

"Oh," you said. While all families fight and disagree, you couldn't imagine not talking to your family or not having their support. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," he said. "We've moved past it. It was a long time ago. We talk more often now and they really want to meet you."

You laughed, not sure if it was from the nerves of thinking about meeting his family or simply because the idea itself was laughable because you weren't in a relationship. "Why? I mean, they know what we're trying to do, right?"

"Yeah," he said. "They're convinced it won't work though. We're soulmates. We'll always come back to each other."

"It's worked before. Pairs of soulmates able to distance themselves and move on. I think we can do it."

"Yeah," he said, his words punctuated by sips of coffee. "Yeah, we can." There were a few moments of silence before he set his mug down and his eyes met yours. "So, I promised you a proper date, but after everything that happened yesterday, do you want to risk going out into the city?"

"Not really," you said. "I don't even want to leave the room. I want to see the city, but it makes me nervous just thinking about going back out there."

Yoongi reached across the table, his fingers brushing over the back of your hand. "I'll bring you back someday when we can properly wander the city."

Your stomach flipped. You knew it was probably just an empty promise and supposed to be comforting, but considering you had just talked about distancing yourselves from one another, it seemed unwise to promise, even something empty and trivial.

---

Two hours later and the two of you were laid on the bed, close, but not touching. Empty plates littered the bedside tables and each of you held a wine glass in your hand. You smiled as you sipped the deep red alcohol and felt as a buzz came over your senses. It wasn't unpleasant, just like a small vibration in your head. The same one that had convinced you to sleep with Yoongi the first time you met him.

"You're sure this isn't too much?" you asked, glancing down at the nearly three hundred dollar room service bill.

Yoongi laughed. "You really don't have to worry about it."

"It makes me feel bad," you said. "Will you let me pay for something later?"

"If it makes you feel better." His fingers glided over the skin of your left hand that rested on the bed, dangerously close to his thigh.

The couple in the movie you were watching kissed and you felt a stirring low in your stomach. It had been so long since you'd felt Yoongi's lips on yours. You knew he was feeling the same way, as he squirmed slightly beside you.

"You feel it, too?"

"Yeah," he said. "We need to try and resist it."

"Didn't the therapist say to try and get through it with mainly friendly things?"

"I think so."

His arm came around you and his skin felt like ice on a sunburn. You nearly let out a moan. You wanted to feel his lips on your neck and his hands on your thighs. The bruising way he grabbed your skin without leaving any bruises. How his hair looked pushed back and the way his lips swelled after even the softest of kisses.

"Yoongi, can--can I kiss you?"

"I don't think that's exactly friendly."

"Just one," you said. "It'll be less than we did last time this happened."

"All right," he said. "But, we can't let it go too far."

You nodded and shifted so that you faced him, the front of your body pressed into his side. His hand came to rest on the small of you back and his lips came to meet yours before you'd fully closed your eyes.

They were soft, like always. You could taste the red wine on his lips and the hesitation as he pushed the tip of his tongue into your mouth. His hand bunched the fabric of your T-shirt and your hands laced in his hair. You never wanted to let go.

Yoongi pulled away first, although his eyes were pained as he did so. He reached up and smoothed your hair back.

"Damn," he said. "If only I'd met you before Jihee."

"Yoongi, you can't mean that."

"Maybe if it was a different time, or if I wasn't an idol, I don't know, but I like to think there's a universe where we work out."

Your lips formed words you hadn't thought of yet when your phone vibrated on the bed beside you. You reached for it and saw it was your mom. It was nearing 9 p.m. in Los Angeles and your mom normally called you just after dinner. 

"I--uh--have to take this." 

---

You walked into the bathroom and answered the phone as you shut the door. 

"Mom? Hey, what's going on?" 

"Sumi!" Your mom's voice sounded panicked. "Are you still in Japan?" 

"Yeah, we're flying back to Korea tomorrow?" You paused. "Is everything okay? You don't usually call me at this time." 

"Well, I don't want to worry you. I want you to enjoy the rest of your time in Japan, okay?"

"Okay..."

"Grandma fell and is in the hospital. She broke her wrist and the doctors say her blood sugar was too low. They don't know what caused it yet, but they're going to monitor her for a few days." 

You nodded and already felt the tears forming in your eyes. Your grandmother was nearing ninety and you knew your time with her was limited, but she'd been the one to encourage you to stay in Korea and do what you wanted. She always knew and wanted what was best for you and you loved her more than anyone for it. 

"Okay," you said, your voice cracking. "Is there anything I can do?" 

"Call when you get back tomorrow. If she's feeling better, I'm sure she'd love to talk to you." 

"Of course. I'll call as soon as I'm back." You reached up and wiped the few tears that had managed to squeeze out. "Just keep me updated."

You heard a soft knock on the door as you hung up the door. You opened it and met with a soft-eyed Yoongi, his arms almost immediately coming to rest on your hips. 

"Everything okay?" 

"Uh. yeah," you said. "My grandma's in the hospital. It's not too concerning at the moment, I just, uh, get a bit emotional when it comes to her." 

He nodded and led you back to the bed. He didn't say anything else, just electing to keep one of his arms around your shoulders and turn the volume on the movie up. He handed you an unopened bag of cookies as if he knew it was exactly what you needed. 

---

A few days later

"So, how are things going?" the therapist asked, her notebook resting on her lap and her glasses slid down the bridge of her nose. 

"Uh, well, we get along better now. I-I think we understand each other better now. But, we've run into something a little more worrisome." 

"What's that?" 

"Well, we had a fight a while ago. I'm fairly close with his other members and one of them was trying to comfort me and when he touched me, I burned him." 

"Yeah, I also have a weird emotional attachment to her. Like, my emotions are tied to hers. If she's sad, then I feel overwhelmingly sad until she's happy again." 

You turned to Yoongi with your lips pursed in curiosity. "What?" 

"Oh, I thought you'd caught onto to that." 

You had noticed that Yoongi had seemed to understand you better recently. He was always there whenever your mood flatlined, you soon found Yoongi coming with a snack or a cup of tea. Sometimes he stuck around and sometimes he didn't, but he never failed to jumpstart your mood.

"Is this happening constantly or only after a conflict?" 

"I'm always tuned into her emotions. However, negative emotions always come through the strongest, whether caused by me or not." 

You felt him looking at you and it caused your cheeks to heat. "Oh, the burning happened twice. Once as we mentioned and the second time I burnt through another's T-shirt, but I didn't actually burn him." 

The therapist nodded and chewed on the end of her pen. "There aren't many precedents for these sorts of things, as you know, soulmates are rare. It's even rarer for a pair to decide they don't want to be together. The physical symptoms we've seen before were not that different from the ones you're exhibiting." She jotted down a few notes and flipped back to a previous page. "Now that you're exhibiting these symptoms though, it means that you've grown to the stage where we can begin to back off the connection.

"The only things you two need to do is to try and minimize the conflict between the two of you, continue resisting urges to the best of your ability, and we will be prescribing some medication. Since such a high profile soulmates case has come up, the interest in research recently has increased and so your medical treatment may change. So, you'll need to go in for a checkup in after about a week on the new medication."

"I have a quick question," Yoongi said. "My, uh, parents really want to meet Sumi. They know we're trying to break this and everything, but we have some time off and I was wondering if that would hurt things if she came with me to Daegu?"

The therapist shrugged. "I don't see why it would. It's perfectly fine for the two of you to act as friends and you have to stay together until the bond is completely severed. However, if something feels off during the visit, leave." 

You looked at Yoongi. He'd left you speechless for the second time during the appointment. He never brought up meeting his parents, only that they wanted to meet you. Your palms went clammy and you began to pick at the skin around your fingernails. You wished you'd brought your needles.

---

"You never mentioned actually meeting your parents," you said, carrying your prescription and ducking into the car before anyone could catch sight of you and Yoongi. 

"I didn't really think it was happening, but, I don't know. If we only have one soulmate, I want them to meet mine."

"Okay," you said. "I-uh-I just don't have much time to prepare." 

"What? Why would you need to prepare?"

"So they'll like me." 

"You don't need to worry about that, Sumi. They'll love you." 

---

Mom (3:45 am): Sumi!

You (3:47 am): Yes? Is everything all right?

Mom (3:49 am): Hey, isn't it early there? Shouldn't you be asleep?

You (3:50 am): It's all right. How's Grandma?

Mom (3:52 am): Oh, she's fine. She's getting discharged now. She's actually in fairly good spirits. You'll never guess what arrived this morning.

Sumi (3:53 am): What?

Mom (3:55 am):

Mom (3:55 am): From Min Yoongi. It made her so happy. Give him our thanks.

[managedmischiefs]

north//chapter twenty

genre: fluff, angst

warnings: mentions of canonical violence and deaths, lmk if I missed anything

word count: 4k

summary: Spencer is getting reacquainted with life outside of prison, and he gets a not-so-great phone call.

pairing: season twelve spencer reid x oc

please remember to comment, like, and reblog!!

AMELIA

Spencer and I managed to sleep through the entire day and the majority of the night. After all, the previous day was probably one of the most eventful of my entire life and it left me absolutely exhausted. I can't quite speak for Spencer because I'm sure he's had much longer days than yesterday, especially when he has been away for cases, but it was still stressful and way too long for both of us.

I wake up before Spencer as the sun starts to rise the next day, the sunlight pouring in through the opened window on the other side of the room. Before I even consider getting out of bed or looking at my phone, I look to my side to check on Spencer. He's sleeping soundly, his cheek pressed against his pillow and his hand on my side of the bed, no longer wrapped around mine. He looks absolutely angelic at this moment, his mouth hanging open and his body completely relaxed.

I promised Spencer that I'd be here for him and that I wouldn't leave the bed without him. I've never broken a promise to him before and I don't plan on starting now. So, moving as little as possible so I don't disturb him, I sit up against the headboard, reaching into my bedside table for my journal. I pop open the top and start furiously scribbling down everything I can remember from the last two or so days and how I feel about it, how excited I am to have Spencer home again, and how terrified I am to have Spencer home again.

I barely even notice it when Spencer starts squirming beside me, and my attention is only taken away from my journal when his hand grabs onto my thigh. I smile down at his suddenly tiny figure, finding that he's already looking up at me with a tired gaze.

"Good morning, love," I chirp, tossing my journal onto the floor and sinking back under the duvet in an attempt to absorb some of his radiating body heat. Since he already touched me and he's seemingly feeling okay in the morning sun, I let my hand stray and trail through his flat curls. "Did you sleep well? You didn't wake me up."

Spencer sucks his lips between his teeth, shrugging softly. "I woke up a few times. I just--" he wiggles his hips as he tries to come up with an excuse, "I didn't need to wake you up. I didn't need to bother you. Having you here was enough."

I bring my hand to the back of Spencer's neck, huffing with some slight annoyance, "You're not a bother. You never have and you never will be," Spencer just shrugs dismissively in response, and reaches his hands up to rub his eyes. Spencer has never been good at these kinds of conversations and I imagine he's far too tired to entertain a lecture about how important he is. So I make a mental note to bring this topic back up as I sit up and stretch. "Alright, well, do you want some breakfast? I can make us something to eat."

"Yeah, sure," he nods, ducking away from my grasp and quickly sliding out of bed, putting on a pair of shoes I hadn't realized he set up on his side of the bed.

I reach for a pair of sweatpants but when I look up to find Spencer frozen in his spot, staring at the bed, I drop the pants and sit up on my knees. The sheets are rustled and the duvet is in a heap under me, and he's very fixated on this. His arms are glued to his side but his fingers are twitching like he's dying to use them.

"Spence? Everything okay?" I ask gently, and like the other instances where he gets lost in a daydream, he doesn't react to me. "Spencer?" I call again in hopes of getting some sort of response. But his fingers just twitch and he takes a long, frustrated breath. "Talk to me," I don't know if pressing the issue will help, but if I don't at least try to get him to talk, then I'll never figure out what his issue is. "I just wanna help you, but I can't do that if you don't talk to me."

Spencer quickly covers his face with his hands, his breathing becoming labored and heavy, chest heaving. "The bed. It's the bed. It's-- I need-- it's the bed."

It looks like a bed to me. It's a messy bed, sure, but it's just a bed to me. I pause for a second to try to get my brain to match Spencer's. I try to see what he is seeing, but all I see is a bed that we just used for its intended purpose. It just needs to be made, that's all. I can't see into Spencer's brain so I have to resort to asking. "What about the bed?"

"I--" he drops his hands, balling them up into fists again, "The bed is supposed to be made. I need to make the bed. It needs to be made or else they're gonna come and I'll get in trouble. It-- the-- the bed needs to be made."

Oh, this poor baby. My heart aches for him. Not all of him made it out of that prison cell. Part of him is still there. He's not here with me. He didn't really come home.

"Spencer, you're not gonna get in trouble here. It's just me. It's just Lia," My voice shakes as I try to speak, my hands pressed to my cheeks to continuously wipe the tears that start to fall. "I'm never gonna yell at you or hurt you or get mad because you didn't make your bed. Dove, you can make the bed if you want to, but you don't have to. It's okay. I'm not gonna be mad. You won't get in trouble. It's just me."

Spencer stares at me, his eyes wide and his lips parted. His hands aren't twitching anymore but they're still reaching towards the bed. He doesn't say anything, he just stares at me in bewilderment.

I compose myself with a deep breath, wiping my cheeks quickly and climbing off the bed. "Dove, make the bed, please. I want you to do anything that makes you feel better. But if you choose not to, I'm not gonna be mad," I step towards Spencer, holding my hands out in front of me and not expecting him to grab them. "I'm gonna go downstairs and I'm gonna start cooking, and you come down when you're ready, okay?"

I give Spencer one more attempt at a convincing smile before turning and going downstairs. My first stop is to the living room, and I pop the record into the player that Spencer had put on yesterday. If it did something to comfort him yesterday, hopefully it will do the same today. I grab both of our phones and start cooking breakfast.

I mix batter for waffles in a bowl as I check my notifications, sifting through a whole load of texts. My groupchat with my friends has a couple hundred texts, starting off with lots of questions and concerns about Spencer from yesterday, asking if he's okay, if he's home, wondering how happy we are. I have other texts from Wendy and Mike, asking the same types of questions that my friends did. I send some quick responses to all of them and let them know that we're home, we slept for a very long time, and that I'll contact them later with more updates.

Spencer's quiet footsteps approach and I turn to face him, breathing a sigh of relief when I find he's not so worked up anymore. "I hope waffles are okay."

Once I've closed the waffle maker and let it start cooking, I glance over my shoulder to ee what Spencer is doing. He's sitting gingerly at the island, placing his elbows on the granite and eyes darting around the room. Honestly, I don't even know why he sat there. He absolutely hated sitting there and eating yesterday, and it made him have some sort of flashback. Maybe it's because he started off the morning with the prison-bed situation, and now the natural order of events in the day is to be transported right to prison-breakfast.

"Hey, bub, you don't have to sit at the table," I say casually, trying not to bring too much attention to it. "You didn't like that yesterday. But you seemed better when we sat on the floor so we can do that again, or we can go on the couch or the balcony." I don't even have time to see his reaction before the waffle maker beeps, and I have to whip around to pull the waffle out.

I can hear Spencer shuffling behind me, and then I feel his shoulder brushing against my leg as he slides down to the floor beside me. I put the waffle onto the plate and hand it down to him, then open the drawer above his head to grab a fork.

"Thank you," Spencer mumbles, catching my free hand in his and pressing his lips to the back of my hand. It's clearly a thank you for more than just handing him a fork, or making him breakfast, or sleeping with him, or showering with him, or anything of that. It's a thank you for being so patient with him, but I couldn't fathom not being there for him in the way he needs. I want to tell him that he doesn't need to thank me, but in his mind, it is something he needs to do, so I decide to let it happen for a while before I start to refuse his thanks.

The next week functions almost identical to this. Spencer is quiet, keeping to himself and eating his meals on the floor and making the bed perfectly in the morning, cleaning the bedroom floor every night, wearing a tee shirt to bed. I get just a few glimpses of the man he was, but not many.

Emily had called later that day to let Spencer know that the entire BAU was placed on a mandatory six week leave, but also that he had to be evaluated for reinstatement. A whole slew of people have to review Spencer's actions, have to interview him, have to test him to see if he's fit to return to work, and he didn't take this news well. He didn't talk to me for a hours and just curled up on the floor of the bedroom, staring out the window with the drawn-back curtains. I tried, for so long, to get him to talk to me, but he didn't budge and he didn't even look at me. So I just grabbed whatever book was inside his go-bag from the last case he went on and sat beside him, reading aloud in an attempt to bring him back down to earth. And when he did, he went off to shower and then straight to bed.

Spencer's work is his life and there's few things he loves more than his work. I know that he would be lost without the BAU and that he would have absolutely no clue what to do with his life if he couldn't keep working there. So hearing that there's a chance that he may not be reinstated to the BAU is absolutely crushing.

On the other end of the spectrum, the prospect of Spencer not being reinstated isn't all bad to me. In his line of work, there are always going to be enemies. There's always going to be another Cat and another Lindsay. He's always going to have guns pointed at him and bombs blowing up beside him and people wanting to kill him. If he's not reinstated, I get to have him home every morning and night and I won't stare at the wall at lunch with Jenna, wondering if Spencer has just been shot or if he has a knife to his neck. I know that he would absolutely hate not being reinstated, but it would save me so much heartache.

That's an incredibly selfish thought, I know. I'm happy and willing to strip Spencer of one of the things that makes him happiest in his life just so I can sleep at night. But all I've wanted from the moment I met him is for him to be safe and to be happy and if he's not chasing serial killers, I know that he will at least be safe. Happy? I can't help but imagine he wouldn't be.

After a tense week at home, I convince Spencer to let me take him back to his apartment. He insists that he doesn't want for stay there and would rather stay with me, even though I said I would stay at his apartment with him, but I'm happy to let him keep with me. I just want him to be happy.

So I drove him over to his apartment, picked up most of his clothes and whatever else he was needing, and he rounds up an entire duffle bag full of books that I'm sure he would read in just one day. But we collect whatever he could possibly need and shove it in my car, then go straight back to my apartment. I'm starting to get a little stir crazy, being trapped in my apartment, but Spencer doesn't want to go out anywhere yet and the last thing on my mind is forcing him into things he's uncomfortable with.

"So what do you wanna do today?" I unzip the bag full of books and start making a few small piles against the wall, glancing over my shoulder at Spencer. He shrugs gently, too distracted with picking a record to properly respond to my question. Sighing, I return my attention to the books.

The record turns on and this time, I recognize it to be a record full of Christmas music. We've been listening to nothing but Taylor Swift, Frank Sinatra, and Christmas music this past week, and while that's my favorite music and I have no problem with it, it's odd. Spencer never really listened to that music, whether we were together or not. He always managed to convince me to put on some cello concerto that wound up being fifteen minutes long. I thought he would rather listen to that and not Christmas music when it's almost the summer, but I haven't questioned this yet.

"Could we," Spencer starts speaking after a moment, tearing my attention from the books, "maybe watch a movie?"

It's the first time he's suggested anything like that. Honestly, it's one of the first times he's suggested that we do anything. He's just been staying quiet and following me around like a puppy dog, watching me attempt to draw in a sketchbook or watching me cook or watching me do the laundry. He's stuck to my side, even if he hasn't been touching me much. So now that he's suggesting that we do something, I'm not about to pass up this development.

"Yeah, of course. You can choose whatever you want. I'll be over there when I'm done," Spencer nods and turns his back to me, and I pick up my pace in emptying the books from the duffle bag. I don't want to lose this momentum of him, maybe, feeling just a little bit better.

Once I've stacked all the books, I fold up the duffle bag nicely and put it in a place where it won't bother Spencer, and then head into the living room. He's sitting on the couch with a DVD case in his lap, and he holds it out to me when I approach. Always a technophobe, he never goes near the DVD player and lets me do it.

"Polar Express?" I raise my eyebrows, but that's as far as my questioning goes. I pop the DVD out of the case and put it into the player, then grab the remote and press play.

I settle onto the couch with my favorite plaid blanket, draping it over my lap. As the movie starts and the title screen shows, I feel cold. I'm completely covered and under my trusty blanket, but I'm cold. Absolutely freezing. I pull the blanket tighter around me and when my temperature doesn't shift, I quickly realize where the cold is coming from.

Spencer and I are a very physical couple. Despite his aversion to touch, he never seemed to have the problem when it came to me. Especially when we watched movies, we were always touching. Legs, hands, shoulders and heads, laps and heads. There was always a connection, but now there's none. I'm left on my own couch cushion, not sharing Spencer's cushion and continuously pushing closer and closer until we're squished together. A shiver runs down my spine.

We watch the movie in silence for a little while, all the way up until the three main characters are singing a song at the back of the train. And while they're singing, I feel Spencer reaching over, grabbing the edge of the blanket, tugging it closer to him. "You can come closer," he tells me, looking up at me through his lashes, fingers grasping the fuzz of the blanket.

Happy to comply with this request, I scoot closer to him until our legs are touching. I think that's enough for now, but then Spencer slings his arm over my legs and tugs me closer until my knees collapse over his legs and I'm laying my head on his chest. It's a position that I'm so familiar with and I've been dying to be in, but he hasn't been up for lately. My body warms up. The shivers stop.

I completely melt into his embrace, pressing my ear against his chest to listen for the steady beat of his heart as I wrap my arm around his stomach. I let my eyelids flutter closed and relax into him. The movie isn't important anymore, at least not to me.

///

SPENCER

///

Today is a good day, one of the first I've actually had since being home since my prison release. I thought that actually leaving Amelia's apartment would make me nervous, but returning home wasn't as horrible as it seemed like it would be. For once, I'm feeling pretty good. I'm even feeling well enough to watch a movie and cuddle with Amelia on the couch, just like we used to do. She still can't creep up behind me or touch me without showing me her hands first and I still can't eat at a table, but it's an improvement. Albeit a tiny one, but it's there nonetheless.

By the time the movie is coming to an end, Amelia has slid down to rest her head on my lap, her curls sprawled out and her hands pulled up to her chin. She looks ridiculously adorable like this, and even though it's a sight that I've seen many times and I've committed to memory, I wish I could sit and stare at her forever.

But that plan is foiled when my phone starts buzzing on the coffee table. My first instinct is to look down to check that Amelia is still sleeping, and all she does is scrunch up her nose a bit before relaxing. Adorable.

I grab a pillow from beside me and slide it under her head when I slip out from under her. Thankfully, she doesn't notice and she doesn't wake up. Pleased with this, I grab my phone and rush onto the balcony. I don't have time to check who it is before I answer. "Reid."

"Hey, Reid," Rossi's voice comes through the phone. "How's it going?"

"It's-" I ponder my answer for a moment, double-checking that the door is closed as I sink into one of Amelia's adirondack chairs, "um, it's a good day today."

"Good, I'm glad. And I'm glad you've got Amelia to look after you. You've got a good one there. She really cares about you," Rossi says, and his words prompt me to turn and peer into the window at her sleeping form, curled up on the couch and holding the blanket to her chest. "Where-- uh-- where is she right now?"

"She's sleeping right now. I'm on the balcony," Honestly, this is already some of the most talking I've done in the last week and I'm exhausted. I'd rather be talking to Amelia, but Rossi called me for a reason, plus I know that Amelia needs to get some sleep. "Did you need something?"

"Yeah. I'm afraid I may need to bring your day down a bit," Rossi sighs, and my heart drops down to my feet. "I feel horrible calling you now, after everything you went through and while the BAU is on leave, but you need to know the situation."

I furrow my eyebrows, balling my free hand into a fist, digging my nails into my palm to give the pain somewhere to go. "What situation?"

"Damian Kelsey's signature popped up on two bodies in LA."

I didn't think that I would have to face a day where Damian Kelsey's signature reappears. I admit that I have stayed late at work many times just to look at Damian's case file and rememorize the details and try to predict what his next murder would have been all while ignoring the chilling family photos that contain my girlfriend as a horribly abused child.

And this is the worst possible time for this to happen. I can barely go a day without flashing back to prison or almost yelling at my amazing and patient girlfriend. How can I possibly tack on dealing with her serial killer father's signature resurfacing, all while trying to keep it a secret from her? It's nearly impossible. I thought that I could just take these stupid six weeks off to spend time with Amelia and try to rest comfortably, but I guess that's not possible.

"I'm heading to LA as we speak. I'm getting on a plane right now. And while we both know what his signature coming up again could mean, the good thing is that these are male victims and they're not surrogates for Amelia. I know that's what you're worried about. The other good thing is that this is across the country and obviously nowhere near Virginia. So--"

"Spencer?" Amelia's sweet voice comes from the balcony doors, the blanket disregarded on the couch and her hair messy on the top of her head.

"Gotta go," I mumble, hanging up my phone and tossing it aside, not even waiting to say goodbye to my coworker.

Amelia steps onto the balcony, her bare feet silent as she approaches me slowly, rubbing her eyes like a small child. "Everything okay?"

I reach my hands out for her and she smiles, placing her hands in mine and slowly sinking onto my lap, resting her head on my chest, similar to the position we had been in before. Amelia runs a hand over my chest and it takes everything in me not to let out a sound akin to a cat purring.

I just hold her tightly in my arms, probably the tightest I have since I saw her for the first time in the parking lot of my correctional facility. Rossi swears that Damian Kelsey won't come after Amelia but I just hold her tighter, as if that will protect her from the horrors of the world. I have a lot of holding to make up for from when I was gone, and I suppose that time starts now.

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