#I'm doing a lil sheet for his sister too

[hwaslayer]

tease to please | pmylm drabble (jyh)

⇢ tease to please - drabble two // ft. the pmylm couple

summary: there's only so much teasing yunho can take.

words: 3.1k

warnings: cussing/mature language, sexually implied content, phone seggs 😙, mutual masturbation, marking, some breast play, making out, sloppy kisses, oral (m. receiving), unprotected sex, we get a lil sprinkle of dom yunho, yunho pushes his cum back inside lol

"You'll be waiting at home for me, right?" Yunho asks huskily as he sits in his car, eating the last bits of his lunch.

"Mhm." You respond in a sing-song tone. "Why?" You tease, making Yunho chuckle.

"You know why, you 'lil brat. Don't be slick." You laugh loudly on the other line, putting a smile on Yunho's face hearing it echo in the car.

"Are you really eating in the car, Yuyu?"

"Yes." You laugh as soon as the response comes. "I'm not gonna sit in the lunch room with a fucking boner."

"Babe."

"Don't. You're such a tease." He whines. "First last night, then the picture? You're killing me." Yunho shifts in his seat when he remembers your phone session last night, the picture you sent him earlier. You had just hopped out of the shower, the mirror fogged up from the hot water. He could see your naked silhouette through it, the condensation dripping down the edges and exposing more of your beautiful body.

He was about to pass the fuck out.

♣︎ FLASHBACK

Yunho lays back while he presses the phone to his ear, settling into bed while listening to you get ready for bed on the other line. You've gone home for a few days to spend time with your mom and sister, Yunho being all alone in the apartment with Yeosang gone too. It's bad how much he misses you, but he truly adores the time you set aside for your mom and sister; enjoying your girls' days and self-care dates that you absolutely deserve. 

"Sorry. I'm done now." You cozy up in your own sheets and shut off the lights, giving your boyfriend the utmost attention.

"All good, baby. Did you have a good day today?"

"Mmyeah. I can't wait to get back to you, though." He chuckles.

"I can't wait either."

"You're still alone?"

"Mhm. I don't think Yeosang is coming back until the weekend."

"Damn, okay."

"I think he's out of town with his family."

"I see." You stretch a bit. "Miss you, Yuyu."

"I miss you too, pretty girl. Cozy in bed?" 

"Yeah. Wish you were here." Your mind starts to race and go into overdrive thinking about having Yunho next to you. Cuddling you. Showering you in kisses. Making out with you. Making love to you. You miss your man tons, and you can't wait to get all of that tomorrow. The need for Yunho is strong, and luckily for you, your boyfriend catches on quick. "I wanna cuddle."

"Well, good thing you come back to me tomorrow."

"You know what else I want?"

"Mm?" He hums.

"You."

"But, you have me." He smirks, biting onto his bottom lip when he knows where this is going.

"No, you know what I mean."

"I don't, baby. Enlighten me." He feels himself getting hard just thinking about you, his hand coming down to his dick— palming it slowly.

"Yunho." You whine. "Wish you were here with me." He lets out a shaky breath as he palms a little harder, hearing your whiny tone on the other line.

"So needy." He teases. "What do you want me to do to you?" You let out a small whimper hearing his deep voice on the other line, imagining your man kissing you in all the right places, holding you close, letting you lazily ride him cause he knows it's your favorite thing to do. Your hand comes down to the fabric of your panties, feeling the wet patch already building in the center. 

"Mm." You hum in a certain tone before releasing a small breath, Yunho already shoving down his boxers just enough to freely stroke himself. "A lot of things."

"Like?" He keeps it slow at first. "Want me to be the one touching you instead?"

"Yeah. Not the same. You do it best, Yuyu."

"What else, princess? Tell me while you keep touching yourself."

"I wanna ride you so badly." Yunho shuts his eyes and picks up his pace, picturing you wrapped tightly around him, working your hips the way you do, hands traveling down his chest— the feeling is unmatched.

"Yeah? Like feeling stuffed that way?"

"It's so good." The way your voice drags on into a moan has Yunho swallowing the lump in his throat. Everything feels ten times hotter, his dick is painfully hard; he could explode any minute now.

"How many fingers are you using?"

"Two." You dip two digits in and out, spreading your wetness all over your folds. "If only you knew how wet I was." Yunho lets out a small groan in response, gripping his cock a little harder at how frustrating it is to not have you next to him right at this moment. He'll lose his mind. 

He can't wait 'till he sees you tomorrow.

"All for me, right?"

"Mhm. All for you." A small whine slips from your lips, one that isn't too loud to be heard, but enough to keep Yunho spiraling. 

"You're making me so fucking hard." You continue to rub at your clit, grinding against your hand until you feel your high approaching. You shut your eyes, now shifting your thoughts to having Yunho stuff your mouth, cock down your throat until he makes you cry.

"You know what else sounds good?"

"Hm?" He barely is able to respond, too focused on how good everything feels right now.

"You in my mouth."

"Oh my god."

"I'm close, Yuyu. Can you cum with me?" You ask him so sweetly, so innocently, even though everything about this situation is anything but.

"Yeah, anything you want, baby."

"Wish you could fill me up." You hear Yunho's breathing become irregular over the line, causing you to work at a faster pace until the coil within you finally snaps. You try to muffle your moans as much as possible as your body twitches under the sheets. Yunho follows shortly, spurts of cum painting his lower abdomen and hand as he tries his hardest to keep it contained. "Wow, holy shit."

"You okay? You did so good, love." He licks his lips and rests for a minute for analyzing the damage you've done. "Fuck, it's all over." You laugh. "I gotta go wash up."

"Hot."

"Baby, it's not funny." Yunho whines. "You're so mean. All you do is tease me, especially when I can't have you right away."

"Oh, you big baby. You'll see me tomorrow."

"Tease."

♣︎ END

"Sorry. I just wanted to shower you in some love." You giggle.

"Wait 'till I get home."

"And then.. what?" You bite onto your bottom lip, feeling your heat throb at the thought of Yunho ruining you.

"The things I'm gonna do to you." He takes a swig from his water bottle before capping it and placing it back into his cup holder. "Think you can behave for the next few hours until I'm off?"

"I dunno, I kinda don't want to." You poke fun at him and Yunho lets his tongue poke his cheek.

"Alright then. Don't say I didn't warn you."

"You're so hot, what did I do to deserve this?" He laughs.

"Talking about yourself, huh?" He looks at his watch. "I gotta go. I have like, 5 minutes to get my ass back upstairs."

"No one said you had to eat in the car, Yunho."

"You're right, sitting around the lunch table with my coworkers and my hard ass dick sounds so much better. How dare I?"

"Stop." You snort. "Mmkay, babe. I'll let you go."

"I'll see you when I get home, okay? Behave." He reiterates and you let out another tiny laugh. 

"I will, god."

"I love you."

"I love you, too." And with that, the call with your boyfriend ends. You set your phone aside and finish packing before heading out the door for one last meal with your mom and sister. You all settle for some pho nearby, grabbing dessert and boba from the new small shop that opened next door. You grab some food and dessert for you and Yunho to munch on later after he gets home, your mom adding more to the snack rotation after handing you a big, brown bag full of different snacks she had bought for you two to try.

Your drive back to the apartment isn't long, being that you left right before the rush hour could hit. Soobin is the only one at the apartment, and that's because he picked up a summer internship nearby. He helps you haul in your bags, laughing at all the snacks your mom gave you. He sits on your desk chair as you hand him a few snacks from the bag while unpacking and catching up with him about his internship. Overall, he doesn't have any complaints and seems to be happy he stayed over the summer to put more experience on his resumé. You promise him you'll hang out with him tomorrow once he's off, patting his head as you grab your necessities and head out the door to Yunho's apartment.

You pull out the extra key you have and unlock the door, instantly smelling Yunho's cologne [with a mix of his laundry detergent] filling the air. You pop off your Crocs and set them aside before popping in the food into the fridge, setting the snacks aside in his pantry. You make sure to leave some on Yeosang's desk too, knowing he's always down to try something new. You set your things on the edge of his desk before washing up, changing and slipping into one of Yunho's shirts— snuggling under his covers while you rewatch episodes of your comfort show, Friends. 

Time seems to slip right on by [though half painfully] because before you know it, it's time for Yunho to head home. And sure enough, the moment Yunho clocks out, he's darting out the door and rushing home. He's been thinking about you all day, barely able to focus on his to-do list at work. All he can think about is you, that nude, the way you whined his name last night.

The way he's going to fuck you so good the moment he steps into his room.

"Yuyu?" He hears you call for him as soon as he slips through the door and kicks his shoes off. He walks into the room with a little pep in his step, dropping his bag to the floor before shedding off his jacket and heading over to you. "Babe!" You squeal when he completely hovers over you and instantly presses his lips to yours. He fumbles around until he finds your phone and tosses it safely to the side, smiling into the kiss when he hears you giggle and squeal more while shifting you onto his lap.

"Take this off." He says, taking his shirt off of your body with a quickness. His eyes widen when he sees you aren't wearing anything underneath— you and your natural beauty served on gold platter just for him. "Fuck. I told you to behave." He groans against your neck, devouring every inch of you as his tongue roams the surface; leaving light marks in between messy wet kisses.

"I didn't even do anything—" You mewl as you tilt your head back in pleasure.

"Mm baby, I think you knew what you were doing when you slipped on my shirt without anything else on." He flings off his shirt and starts unbuttoning his jeans, slipping it down with his boxers and kicking them off completely. "Gonna ride me just like you wanted?" Your mouth waters watching Yunho's large hand wrap around his length, stroking himself for good measure. 

"If you want me to."

"I do. Use it." 

"Can I?" You hop off and get on your knees. "Want you in my mouth first." He groans.

"God." He breathes out as he watches you through hooded lids. You prettily wrap your lips around his tip and give it a cute kiss before continuing your tease session. You press tiny kisses along his length before licking a stripe from the base and back upwards, taking his tip into your mouth. You start to stroke him at the same time, sinking your mouth deeper and deeper down his cock; repeating the motions to keep your man feeling good. "Oh— shit." Yunho's head kicks back while a strangled moan leaves his lips, fingers tangled in the strands of your hair. "That feels so good." He says lowly, eyes now trained back on you. "Think you can take all of it, love? No pressure." He says sweetly, teeth nibbling on his bottom lip. You nod, eyes looking up at him so innocently while he starts to guide you all the way down— his dick slowly hitting the back of your throat. He feels you gag, your hands squeezing at his thigh even though you continue to take him. "You okay?" You give him a reassuring look, keeping your position with him down your throat while he brushes your hair back. "Doing so well, baby." He coos. When you finally pull back, Yunho watches the string of saliva connect your bottom lip to his tip and he feels the urge to be inside of you with how fucked out you look already. As much as he wants to keep you here forever, he just needs you. "So perfect." He caresses your cheek. "Need to be inside of you. Now, please."

You quietly oblige and take your position back onto his lap, feet planted on either side of him while Yunho guides you down his cock. You glide down smoothly, your saliva coating the surface so messily; the noise it makes sounding like pure music to his ears.

"Yunho."

"Yeah, baby?"

"Feels so good already." You mumble against his lips as you work your hips back and forth.

"You have me so use me." He grips your hips tightly, your arms lazily wrapped around his neck. He presses feathery kisses to your chest, down to your breasts— popping in a nipple and swirling his tongue around the perked bud before moving onto the next. He sucks dark red marks onto the surface knowing it's safe, and that he's the only one who'd see them. You switch it up from time to time, bouncing up and down before rolling your hips at a quicker pace. Either way, his cock hits you in the right spot deliciously every single time— snug in between your walls and filling you up completely.

"Babe." You whine with a small pout. "Close." You breathe against him, Yunho locking you into a kiss in between.

"Keep going. You ride me so fucking well. Nothing comes close." He praises in your ear. "Made for me— you were made just for me." He repeats. "Look at me, pretty. Wanna see you cum all over this dick." He grips your jaw with just enough force to keep you right where he wants you, maintaining eye contact as you fuck yourself on him and continuously push yourself closer and closer to the edge. He hisses when he feels you work him faster, the squelching sounds from your wet pussy filling the room and driving him crazy. 

"Yunho— mm'gonna cum." You whimper as you feel your legs starting to give out, chest heaving, breathing becoming irregular as you feel the pleasure building right at your core. 

"Don't hold back. No one's home." His thumb glides along your bottom lip. Sooner or later, you sink and crash down, loud moans erupting as your walls pulse around him. "Fuck— that's it." He watches as your eyes shut tightly, mouth slacked open as your body moves in waves; letting your orgasm wash through. "Good girl." He praises you as you pant in his arms, trying your best to bring yourself back down from your high. "Turn around for me." He gently sets you on your fours, running his tongue down his hand before coming to your overly-sensitive pussy. You almost flinch at the contact, but don't have a second to process when Yunho's already plunging deep inside of you. He lets out a loud, guttural moan, squeezing your ass as he adjusts to the feeling. His hand travels down your back while he slowly thrusts in and out of you;

In and out.

Push and pull.

You let out desperate, repeated curses, mixed along with a string of Yunho's name while he pounds into you, cheek pressed down onto the pillow before you feel him tug you back. You can tell Yunho is holding on for dear life, waiting for that perfect moment to let loose and let himself go. 

"Come here." He lets out, pressing your body flush against him while his hand is around your neck. He dips his head forward to get a better look at you from the side, still fucking into you like the world is set to end tomorrow. "What happened to my needy little brat from last night?" He chuckles, watching as your face contorts in pleasure again. "See what happens?" He pounds into you harder, cheeks turning red from the impact.

"Yeah, and I might keep doing it just to test you." Yunho smiles hearing your response, so incredibly in love with the way your relationship is. Just radiating comfort, a safe space. Two people exploring new territories together and being utterly, sickeningly in love. 

"Fuck, I love you—" He continues and continues until he feels like he can't hold it in anymore, giving your neck a slight squeeze when he feels himself reaching his own high. "Gonna cum—"

"I love you too." You cry. "Need you to fill me up, Yunho. Please." You beg, and that's enough to make him snap. You both fill the room with loud moans, Yunho coming down onto your body as he spills into you. He lays soft, lazy kisses against your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you while he keeps himself inside.

"I missed you." He smiles against your sticky skin, the both of you sweaty; air in the room hot and filled with the scent of sex. "Dunno what I'd do without you."

"I missed you too, babe." He pulls out and watches his cum leak out, laughing when he takes his thumb and pushes it back in. "Yunho, you're so?!"

"Nothing gets left behind." He steps off the bed and holds his hand out. "Let's go take a shower? I'll wash the sheets after."

"Mmkay." He looks down at you and presses a kiss to your lips.

"So, did you mean it when you said you'd keep being a brat?"

"It's fun poking your buttons, Yuyu." You let out a squeal when you he smacks your ass, taking the lead to the bathroom before Yunho can even catch up.

"You play too much." He says when he hears you shut the bathroom door and leave him naked in the hallway. "Baby, open up, Yeosang can come home any minute now!" He laughs when he hears you loudly giggle, still keeping the door locked. "I'm not laughing cause you're funny or anything, I just— Y/N, please." He begs playfully. "I'm sorry, you are funny. I didn't mean that. I'm starting to get cold out here. I'll shrivel up and die out here, do you want that? Y/N!" He continues to fiddle with the doorknob until you finally let him in with a big laugh and take him into the shower with you.

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SO IT GOES - chapter 1

Paige Bueckers x oc Warnings: language, drinking Wordcount: 5.4K A/C: another pregame treat!! need my girls to deliver tonight!! anyways, here is chapter one, this one is about to start a little slower and i'm sorry about that but i promise it'll pick up and get more interesting, i got big plans for this one y'all!! anyway please leave feedback/thoughts/reviews whatever for me, i love them :)

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Before London

The Dallas roads are busy, stretching out for miles out into the horizon as I stare out the window. My lungs craved fresh air, itching to open it. But I knew the air outside would bring no such relief, the humidity of this time of year already bringing me one step closer to packing my bags and making my way back to Connecticut. Everyone told me to turn the AC on, but I was much too stubborn and stuck in my ways. My dad would have come over himself and turn it off if he knew I was considering turning it on in April - much too early for his liking.

I had been here for a week now, seven long days. Each one making me more homesick. I missed my girls. I missed my team. I missed the normal weather and the East Coast. It was so bad I was on the phone with my dad every night, complaining. I knew as much as he loved me, he was getting sick of it.

“Paige, let’s figure this out,” Britt’s voice comes through the speaker phone, five garment bags sent by her laid out on the bed, ready to be opened.

“What do you even wear to this sorta thing?” I ask, speaking into the phone. My hands are opening one bag after another.

“Baby I dunno, you just gotta pick something. What kinda vibe do you wanna give off?” Brittany asks sweetly as I place my phone on the bed in front of me, pulling my shirt off over my head.

“I can’t think, it’s too hot,” I complain, rubbing my face. “I hate it here, wanna come back.”

“Paige, you gotta push through this. Try and look at it differently, at least you like your teammates!” 

I whine and lie down, my back hitting the soft cotton of the sheets. “Do you think they’d let me take my sixth year?”

“Oh my gosh girl you gotta pull yourself together,” Brittany laughs, which in turn makes me laugh too. I knew I was being dramatic, my team was great, the coaching staff seemed amazing. But it was my first time living alone, I didn’t know what to do with myself and all this energy I had. I felt like I was two days away from jumping off the walls.

Lou and Arike had both taken me under their wing, and the few joint practices we’d had with the team the past week seemed promising. Not good, but like there might be potential for something with hard work. I was well taken care of and grateful for it, but the thing is at Uconn I was spoiled. I got to live with my best friends. To spend every moment with them, get on their nerves and not worry because in the end they were my sisters.

“Where are you going?” Britt asks.

“Some sorta steakhouse,” I answer, rubbing my eyes.

“Boujee or like… Texas?”

I snort, grabbing the phone from beside me.

“It’s a nice place I heard. But Rike been here for so long she mighta forgot what nice is,” I joke sitting back up.

“Then go with the blue bag.”

Unzipping it, I find a pair of black shorts, and an oversized dark green crewneck sweatshirt. 

“Ion know about this Britt it’s a lil… boring,” I mumble looking over the outfit. When did I last wear dark green anyway.

“That’s why you dress it up girl! Wear a collared shirt under it, put on some chains, some nice shoes, trust it’ll fit the vibe, you don’t wanna be doing too much. Have I ever let you down?”

I sigh. I could see the vision the moment she started talking. “No you have not,” I reply. “I gotta start getting ready. Thanks again.”

“Anytime Paige,” she answers and we hang up. I know silence can’t echo, but it’s so overwhelming it almost feels like that’s exactly what it’s doing. Storrs was always loud, lively. Now I had it so bad I was even missing KK’s neverending rambling. 

Quickly putting on a playlist to get rid of the aching pressure on my chest, I begin to get ready, rapping along to a Drake song loudly - but who cares I live alone now. I sleek back my hair, pinning it into a bun - the one hairstyle I knew how to do. I put on some diamond studs, and take my time picking accessories, choosing just the right silver rings to match the chain on my neck, a cross hanging from it. Of course, Brittany had been right. The outfit was great, not too much for a nice restaurant but still totally me.

“Shit,” I mumble to myself when I check the time, realising Lou must be waiting on me downstairs. Grabbing a white cross-body bag I run out the door, quickly making my way down where, just like I thought, the brunette was waiting, tapping on the steering wheel impatiently.

“Sorry I’m late,” I yelp climbing into the passenger seat. Since I barely knew Dallas, Lou had decided it was best if she drove both of us.

Shaking her head, the girl driving merges onto the road swiftly. “Not gonna be making a good impression if we bring our rookie to the party late,” Lou complains.

I scoff, leaning back against the seat and tapping on the back of my phone, feeling butterflies grow in my abdomen. I knew I made good first impressions, that people seemed to like me. I wasn’t called the ultimate rizzler for nothing. But it was still daunting, I was about to meet all the people who worked behind the team, behind me just so we could do what we do. 

The past week had been so strange.The change in dynamic was drastic. I had become so used to being the older one, the one to call the shots, to have so much wisdom to give. Almost naively so. All of a sudden I was back to being the baby - the one who didn’t know anything, who had to depend on others. I thought I was prepared. But the transition was hard to navigate. I didn’t quite know how to act, if I was honest.

“Yo chill, I’m not even that late,” I chuckle lightheartedly, looking out the car window, my eyes trying to find something worth changing my mind about Dallas for.

“Ten minutes is too much, we gotta pick up Rike too,” Lou complains, hands on the wheel. It was only April but the humidity made it feel like summer. “Were you late talking to that girl?”

“What girl?” I ask.

“That girl from last night!” Lou laughs, elbowing me.

I shrug, like I had no clue what she was talking about. A complete lie. I hadn’t been thinking straight ever since I saw her.

“Ohh you mean that girl downstairs!” I say sarcastically. The brunette next to me sees right through it though.

“Never heard your voice get so quiet and shaky I swear,” Lou says, a blush setting on the apples of my cheeks thinking back to last evening. “You were fully stuttering.”

“No way bro!” I groan, biting my lower lip so as to not laugh. Though I knew better. I was definitely stuttering.

I hadn’t seen much of the girl, just her face poking through the door into the hallway. But something about her took my breath away, I couldn’t look anywhere else. It was Lou finally elbowing me that made me realise I had been staring at the dark haired girl. She was so beautiful it physically pained me to look away, but with a struggle, I had done so. 

But then she spoke. And if I wasn’t trembling before, the lilt of her voice had me weak in the knees immediately. It was deep, yet simultaneously sweet. Nevermind the accent that hadn’t left my head all night. Lou made fun of me relentlessly all night because apparently, my voice was shaking when I talked to her. I think she was full of shit.

“You were, I don’t blame you,” the brunette murmurs. “She was hot.”

I kiss my teeth, looking out the window. “Don’t matter, she could be Zendaya and I still wouldn’t get into all that.”

Lou looks bewildered, eyes flickering between me and the road.

I grin at her, shaking my head. “Nah I’m staying celibate. Scout’s honor. Got me that Natty last season.”

It was true. For the first time last season I had not been involved with any girl - and it worked out pretty well in the end. It got me the ring. Adapting to a new team, new city, new life was already hard enough without fucking around. Girls had a way of making everything complicated.

“You? Celibate?” Lou asks, her tone skeptical. I suppose she remembers a different Paige from when we were both Huskies. I had changed a lot though, grown up.

“Trust,” I nod as we park in front of a nice apartment building, Arike making her way out and into the car.

“Yo,” she greets us, and I nod into the rearview mirror, meeting her gaze.

“Sup my rookie!” Arike grins and squeezes my shoulder. “You ready for tonight?”

“Aren’t we just gonna eat and go home?” I ask but Lou and Rike are quick to shake their heads.

“Nah these things don’t end till late, we know how to party here you know what I’m sayin?” The girl in the back grins.

“Don’t blame you, nothing else to do here,” I complain half-jokingly. 

“Yooo not too much. You’ll grow to like it,” Arike laughs, grabbing her phone. “Just don’t drink everything people offer you today, got it?”

“Yeah, everyone’s gonna be trying to get you drunk,” Lou chuckles. “My rookie year they had me almost blacked out.”

“Almost? You were blacked out. We had to carry you to bed.”

I laugh and sigh, rubbing my jaw, my nerves stirring within my abdomen. “Great.”

-

The restaurant is buzzing with people, an entire second floor reserved just for the Dallas Wings employees. Arike, Lou and I show up fashionably late, but to my pleasant surprise everyone’s too busy huddling around the bar, lining up for drinks. I smooth over my green sweatshirt, already feeling the heat get to me. How the hell was I supposed to dress for weather like this? It wasn’t even summer yet.

I walk over to Satou, who’s grinning widely at me.

“Look at you, our baby rookie. Let’s get you a drink!” She smiles convincingly. I glance at Arike and Lou behind me, snickering amongst themselves already. So it begins.

“Feels wrong to drink at a team event like this,” I tell the taller girl, guiding me towards the bar. I was more used to sneaking drinks into hotel rooms, doing our best to hide them from the coaching staff. Guess this is what growing up feels like.

“Nah, don’t worry. Everyone’s chill here,” Satou laughs and orders us two beers before I have the opportunity to interrupt and ask for a Shirley. Reluctantly I grab the beer, cheering with the girl next to me.

“To the saviour of the Wings!!” She jokes and I roll my eyes, shaking my head.

“Sorry, but could you check if they are Manzanilla olives?”

The accent. I immediately turn my back on Satou, my body working before my mind can as my eyes scan the room. And then I see her. The girl from the apartment underneath mine.

She’s standing at the other end of the bar, holding a black clutch in her hand as she talks with the bartender. Her dark hair is down, in perfect waves, not one strand out of order. The dress she’s wearing isn’t red, but more maroon, shade matching the red of her lipstick to the hilt. The one-shoulder dress leaves her left one completely bare, and the golden jewelry sitting against her light brown skin makes her sparkle in the moody lighting. No words would do justice, I know that much. My knees nearly buckle at the sight of her. This strange girl whose name I didn’t even know, yet kept haunting my existence here in Dallas.

“Oh they’re not? Then nevermind the martini, could I just get a glass of Chardonnay please?”

If I had been nervous before, then it was nothing compared to the way my stomach was stirring now. Which is insane considering I didn’t even know this girl’s name. Hell, I better just avoid her tonight. I’m not on my a game. I should just keep my distance.

“Paige! That’s the girl!” Lou is half whispering, half screaming over the crowd, incredibly obviously pointing at the dark haired girl. To my relief she doesn’t notice, too busy swirling the wine in her glass around and sniffing it. 

“Shut up,” I mouth to Lou as she walks up to me, Arike on her tail.

“What girl?” Arike whispers, already eyeing every woman over my shoulder.

I give Lou a look, widening my eyes and telling her to keep her mouth shut. But of course, it fails. I had no power here.

“We ran into this hot girl in Paige’s building yesterday and Paigey here got all shy and nervous.”

Arike bursts out laughing, and I’m pretty sure my face was going completely pink at this point. So I sip half of my beer quickly, letting the girls get over their laughing fit.

“You done?” I ask in annoyed, eyeing the girls.

Gasping for air, Arike nods and grins at me. “Well go get her.”

“She can’t, she’s celibate,” Lou answers. The shorter girl standing next to her scoffs, clearly finding amusement in that.

“Yeah, good luck with that. You’re the new hooper in town, gon’ be drowning in pussy. I was,” she says, sipping her beer. “The rookie year is crazy.”

“Oh trust, she was drowning in it at Uconn too-”

“Okay okay, chill guys,” I interrupt the conversation, Satou standing next to us quietly and chuckling to herself. 

“So which one is it?” Arike asks. Glancing over my shoulder I see the girl from downstairs talking to some guy around the same age as her. Just as I’m about to point her out, Satou and Arike are waving that exact guy over.

“Yo Trey!! My guy!!”

All of a sudden he’s walking over with her. I feel my face going red, my breathing growing ragged, my eyes quickly flicking to the floor. She was like the sun, as much as I wanted to I couldn’t look directly at her - it might blind me.

“What’s up, my favourite girls!” The guy - Trey, apparently - says brightly and dabs all of them up. 

“Ahh and the prodigy!” He grins, turning to me. I lick my lower lip and smile back, offering my hand. “I’m the guy with the camera, you’ll see me around. Trey.”

I dab him up, ignoring the tingling on the left side of my body where the dark haired girl is standing, evidently feeling as awkward as I was. Except she was better at hiding it, looking around the room with an air of confidence.

“Well I’m the one with the basketball, you’ll know where to find me. I’m Paige,” I flash him my most charming smile. Everyone laughs at my joke, except the girl beside me. I quickly decide that perhaps getting drunk wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

“Oh this is Zari, she’s new from England, Linda finally hired someone to work on the social media shit,” Trey explains, pointing to the girl between me and him. I blink stupidly when I look at her. Somehow she was more beautiful up close which made my throat feel tighter. I quickly sip my beer again, looking to the ceiling. Fuck, pull yourself together. I wasn’t this superficial - feeling like this just because someone was hot. Who knows, she might be the worst person you’ve ever met.

“That would be me, hi!” She says when I realise I was barely listening to Trey before, completely not making note of her name. She shakes everyone’s hand, smiling kindly. Fuck, are my hands sweaty? Better wipe them on my shorts first. I gotta make eye contact - I’m sure a couple seconds will be enough. It might be all I can bear.

The girl turns to me, her right hand extended. I glance at it, gripping it gently. Her hand shake is surprisingly firm, but I barely notice, feeling as if my skin is on fire. The moment our eyes meet I look away, knowing that everyone and their mothers could tell I was blushing right now.

“I forgot your name,” is all that comes out of my mouth, so clumsily I wanna hide behind the bar and never come out when I realise how rude it sounded.

To my shock she’s not taken aback at all by my bluntness, instead holding herself with an almost regal air. I wasn’t sure if I was intimated or turned on - either way I was overcome with a desperate need to make her like me. Surely I was off to a horrible start.

Our eyes meet again. Hers are dark green, deep and rich like the pine trees back home. I can feel myself wanting to sink in deeper, to bask in their familiarity. To feel the sting of cold air and smell the snow falling from the sky and to bask in the scent of pine all over me. Before I know it I notice her glossed lips move, but my ears barely pick anything up. An I? And I think there was an A at the end? You gotta be kidding me.

“I- Ivanna?” I stutter. She chuckles softly, as the others around us snicker amongst themselves. Bitches. 

“No, darling, let’s try again,” she smiles, her tone so sweet it’s bordering on condescending. I fucking swoon at it. “Izara.”

I nod, not sure if the heat on my face is from how hot and humid it was inside the restaurant, or from the public humiliation in front of this gorgeous girl. I chuckle mostly to myself, rubbing my jaw and looking around to break eye contact finally. Far too distracting.

“Izara,” I repeat, noticing Satou, Arike, Lou and some of the others laughing at my clumsy behaviour. I was just begging Izara didn’t make note of why I was acting a fool. 

“Zari is better,” the brunette says, a slight teasing tone to her voice. I breathe heavily out my nose, trying to get the blush to settle from my cheeks.

“Zari, got it.”

“Took you long enough,” Arike teases, making everyone laugh, except Zari who just smiles at me.

“Guys, not all of us are used to the Texas heat. It messes with your head,” she says with enough authority in her voice to make everyone around us stop laughing and give me sympathetic looks.

“Uhh yeah, it’s hot,” I answer bluntly, my voice shaking a little as I rub my neck. On top of the mess I was, I could feel myself sweating. I have to get home as fast as possible. Or not home. But back to the apartment I was staying in for now, until the moment I could go back home to the East Coast.

“Shit, I’m Paige by the way,” I say, realising I never introduced myself to Zari. She scoffs, waving me off.

“Paige, it’s my job to know who you are,” she points out. It’s funny, and I want to laugh. But nothing comes out of my mouth, I’m simply unable to, her proximity leaving me completely discombobulated. So I just sip my beer.

“Right.”

-

Paige Bueckers hates me. The moment she met me I could tell. Maybe she was offended by the fact I didn’t recognise her last night. Figures, a star like her would have a huge ego. Still, I had one job tonight. To make her like me. And I had done the exact opposite. I could tell by the way she avoided my gaze, the way she barely wanted to shake my hand, abruptly pulling it away from my grip. She barely talked to me, wrapped up in a conversation with everyone besides me. I couldn’t afford to disappoint my boss, if I did it would be bye bye Dallas and hello London. 

I’m sitting between Trey and another colleague, Ava, both caught up in a lively conversation as I cut a piece of my steak, wrapping my lips around the fork and chewing on it. Glancing up from my plate, I see Paige throwing her head back as she laughs with her teammates, her entire demeanor so much more lively now that I wasn’t close to her. A slight irritation was growing in me, watching the carefree way she’s joking around with the people around her part of the long table. Who was she to make up her mind on whether she liked me so fast. I was the kind of person you grew to love. I’m sure she would as well.

“Okay everybody!” Curt Miller stands up clinking his glass with the cutlery. Suddenly everyone goes quiet, including the blonde. For a second our eyes meet, sending a strange jolt around my body. Blinking, I shift my gaze to the man, clearly ready to give a speech.

“Alright alright,” he laughs, “I just wanna thank everyone for coming here tonight. I was never good at these so let me keep it short. This is gonna be a big, exciting year and I’m so grateful to the Wings for giving me this opportunity. I know I’m a new face to some of you, but I’m in great company,” he grins and points to Paige. “And Linda here mentioned something about a new media employee too!”

Like on cue Linda stands up a few chairs to the right of me, nodding. “Yes Curt, we’ve got some young blood to help this year all the way from England. Izara here, should help us grow our social media reach.”

I smile, trying to focus on appearing together and poised, some people glancing towards me. 

“Awesome news!” Curt grins as Linda sits back down. “With two young talents I’m sure we’re gonna have a hell of a year,” he says, glancing at both me and Paige. I see Arike rub Paige’s shoulder, clearly excited and happy about how the lottery turned out for the Wings this year.

“Now since I’m boring everyone out of their minds why don’t you two say a few words.”

Pause. I feel a panic rise from somewhere deep in my abdomen. Don’t get me wrong, I had no issue with public speaking, no issue with performing. What I did have an issue with was improvising. I was the girl who planned, who made lists, who used to finish her essays the day before a deadline. With a plan I was golden, but to expect me to say anything, planless, was causing jitters. I was just hoping it didn’t show on my face.

Mine and Paige’s eyes meet, and I immediately know that I wasn’t as composed as I wanted to be. That she knew I was panicking. Bet this is just gonna make her hate me more.

Instead, to my surprise, she clears her throat and begins speaking with an easy confidence.

“Uh well, way to throw us under the bus Curt,” she jokes, immediately making everyone chuckle, including me. “Guess I know what kinda season this is about to be.” Another round of laughs around the table giving her time to scratch the back of her neck as she thinks. With a slight smirk on her face she continues.

“This is a big moment for me. I grew up with the sport, already knew I had a chance to go pro when I was eight. I’ve been waiting for a while to get to the league and to finally be here… It’s surreal. I feel really blessed, really grateful,” she says looking at her plate and then letting out a sly, quiet laugh. “Crazy that I’m drinking with the coaching staff right there, I’m so used to having to hide it.”

I chuckle with the rest of the group. There’s something about her, a smoothness, a charm that makes it impossible not to like her. Even improvising like this she seems completely in control, like she knows she’s got everyone wrapped around her finger. It’s impressive. I can’t look away.

“Geno didn’t let you drink?” Curt asks lightheartedly, making Paige’s blue eyes widen.

“He would’ve put belt to ass, lemme just say that.”

More laughter. Paige looks around meeting my gaze.

“Zari, I know you got that cold right? So maybe I should just speak for you so you have a voice tomorrow?”

Huh? I furrow my brows looking at her confused, but her eyes won’t budge, boring into mine. And then I realise. She’s trying to let me off the hook.

“Yes please,” I smile back, looking down to my lap. Something about the way she did that all for me, picked up on my nerves, found a way to get me out of it, was making my insides flip. You wouldn’t do that for someone you hate I suppose.

“I gotchu,” Paige grins, looking back to everyone around the table. “I think we’re both just really grateful for the opportunity and really excited for the season. Anyway, thanks guys.” 

Everyone claps and I do too, my heart warming at the way Paige Bueckers had just saved me. 

“Wait, you're sick?” Trey whispers. 

“Uh, a little.”

-

“Hope you feel better Zari!” Ava says as I wave bye, walking towards the exit.

“Thanks guys, I’m sure I will,” I say, knowing I felt just fine. Great even, after a few glasses of wine. As I step out into the evening, I hold my fur coat in my hands, too hot to put it on. To my surprise I see Paige standing right outside the restaurant, scrolling on her phone. Interrupted by the tapping of my heels, she lifts her gaze, the intensity of her blue eyes surprising.

“Hey,” she smiles, avoiding looking at my face again. She was really giving me mixed signals.

“Hi there,” I say, walking closer. “Thanks for rescuing me earlier.”

She looks at the parking lot, a sly smirk spreading across her face.

“Nah, you’re good,” the blonde grins, diamond studs in her ears sparkling. “Not a fan of speeches?”

I shrug, taking that as an invite for conversation. “No I can certainly be… If you give me approximately two weeks to prepare. Minimum.”

Paige chuckles, nodding to herself. “You’re that kinda girl huh?”

“Desperately so.”

She shifts on her feet, looking for something to say.

“That’s a good trait to have, I try to plan too but usually doesn’t last for longer than a week or two,” she explains. I nod knowingly.

“My brother’s a bit like that,” I sigh. I was already missing him.

Paige turns to me, looking for my gaze.

“You got a brother?”

I nod, “Yeah, he’s younger. Your age.”

She’s taken aback. “Hollup how old are you?”

“Turned 25 last month.”

“Damn,” she says before thinking. I scoff, my eyes widening, though finding amusement in her reaction

”Are you calling me old?” I ask with a serious tone, her face immediately going bright red. 

”No, no no, not at all. You look… great.  Amazing, and like. That’s not even old, I'm just trippin’. I just assumed you were my age but like a year is nothin-” she rambles, tripping over her words.

”Paige I’m taking the piss,” I laugh. She stops, looking at me confused.

”You’re what?”

Oh right, Americans. ”I’m joking around.”

She laughs. ”Taking the piss?”

I laugh too, the air immediately easing between us.

”I’mma start using that,” Paige chuckles, glancing at me. 

”You’re welcome,” I grin.

She scoffs. ”I didn’t say thank you.”

”You should,” I demand, more seriously, meeting her blue eyes. She immediately folds, blinking her long lashes.

”Thank you.”

I suddenly feel hot, warmth rising to my cheeks. I quickly look back to the ground, the intensity of her gaze too much right now.

”Hey, uh… I think we live in the same building,” she murmurs, watching the sky. Shit, she had recognised me, of course.

”Yeah… I’m sorry I didn’t recognise you. I really should have,” I quickly explain, feeling a little abashed but trying not to let it show.

”No, I just meant, I ordered an Uber. You need a ride?”

Oh. So she wasn’t mad. She was offering me a ride.

”I’d love one. Are you sure?”

”Totally,” Paige answers, smiling at me softly. She fans her own face, trying to find any relief for the heat. 

”Shit it’s hot,” the blonde groans. ”Do you mind if I take this off? I got a shirt underneath.”

”Oh, no go ahead darling,” I tell her.

With a sigh, Paige’s hands grip the back of her green sweatshirt, pulling it over her head. As she does my eyes can’t help it, flickering over her lower abdomen where both shirts have hiked up, showing a sliver of pale skin and black boxers peeking out of her shorts. Something about it makes my throat go dry. I’m not exactly sure what. The feeling almost unfamiliar to me. 

”That’s so much better,” Paige groans with relief, fixing the white oversized button up, chains resting against her chest. I feel my ears growing hot, quickly averting her gaze.

-

She’s not horrible, on top of being gorgeous she’s fucking great - funny, sweet, charismatic. Would be so much easier if Zari was an asshole like I had hoped earlier. I could feel butterflies in my stomach every time she looked at me. That familiar warmth that I knew too well.

We walk to the Uber together, and I make sure I open the door for her - I didn’t know her that well, but I could tell she was classy. On a whole different level than me. 

I climb in after her, unbuttoning more of my shirt for some airflow. For a second I think I catch her staring, but I knew it was unlikely. She was definitely giving me straight girl vibes. Of course my stupid ass was ogling after a straight girl - nothing new to me. My eyes immediately land on her thighs, her legs crossed and pressing together as she sits next to me. Okay, get a grip Paige.

”So… How you liking Dallas?” I ask, unable to take the silence in the car. 

”I haven’t seen much of it, just moved the other day,” she answers, her voice low but smooth, I could’ve listened to her talk all night. ”It’s very humid.”

”Damn that jetlag gotta be hitting hard huh?” I ask, looking at her.

”I look tired?” She asks, offended. An immediate panic takes over, my hands gripping the sweater in my hands. Shit.

”No you look fucking great. I would’ve never th-”

”Paige. I’m joking.”

Oh. I let out a sigh of relief, chuckling awkwardly. I look out the window, shaking my head at myself. I really needed to chill.

”Taking the piss?”

She lets out a loud, bright laugh, grabbing my forearm. The gold rings on her digits sparkle as her long, manicured nails dig into the white shirt. Immediate goosebumps rising underneath on my skin tell me I’m completely fucked.

“Exactly!” She gleams, her smile wide. “You did so good.”

That. I need to hear her say that again. I clear my throat to interrupt the bad thoughts, feeling Zari’s hand move off me, skin tingling as the weight of her touch lifts.

We pull up to our apartment building, both of us climbing out.

“I can transfer you some money for the ride,” Zari suggests as I let her into the building, eyes falling on her ass just for a second. Okay, no. Look away.

“No, Ion need you to,” I tell her sternly as we begin to climb up the flights of steps, her heels tapping against the tile of the floor. The sound echoes off the walls until we stop by her front door, silence draping over us, making me painfully aware of the way my heart was pounding in my chest.

“Well,” Zari smiles, turning to me, her green eyes even more prominent with the dark makeup surrounding them. Only then I notice how catlike they are, sharp and alert. Challenging almost.

I wanna say something smart, something witty. Something to make her laugh, or blush. I’m rummaging through my brain for anything coherent at least.

“I’ll see you at work,” she says, opening her door. I was running out of time.

“You’ll know where to find me,” I stupidly let out. Zari turns to look at me one more time and nods.

“Don’t stomp too loud please.”

With that she gets in, leaving me there with nothing to do but blink at the closed door and notice the flutters around my stomach. Rubbing my jaw, I slowly climb up one more flight of stairs, mind spinning around the girl. Completely, utterly out of my league. It only made me want her more.

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𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐲 (𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐨 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

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w/c - 0.6k content - MDNI! 18 + ! fem!reader, porn, sub!Choso, lil crack at the end because hehe, quick drabble because this anemic man is really too cute ahh

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You were gorgeous and naked, letting out loud, lewd moans on top of Choso so shamelessly he thought he was going to empty himself inside you each time you lowered yourself teasingly slow on his sensitive cock. He couldn't remember how you ended up on top of him - but he was so desperate to keep it going that he dug his fingers deep into your thighs as he groaned, "Fuck, like that - Fu - ck, please don't stop - "

"Hmm?" You halted your movements, grinding against his groin one last time before bending down to face his crimson-colored features as you murmured with a devilish smirk, "What is it, Cho?"

"Don't - ah - " He bit his lip, his eyes fixed on the way his cock disappeared into your body, "Don't stop." His hands reached to grab your waist as he desperately tried to lift you up again, "Please."

You placed a finger on his lips, gliding it softly against them to release his bottom lip from the grip of his teeth, "You'll hurt yourself if you do that," you breathed into his ear, "I said I'd go slow so that wouldn't happen, right?"

He twitched inside you at the sweet tone of your words, pushing his hips up, but straddled by your weight, it was barely the friction he was looking for, "Please," he choked out again, "let me - "

"M-mm," You shook your head, running your fingers soothingly through his hair, "will you be a good boy?"

He could barely speak, his glazed eyes locking themselves with yours, "I - will - " he rasped out as you lifted your hips up to sink down on his cock again, "Just - shit - " he groaned when you resumed your pace, clenching against his cock like you were trying to milk him for all he was worth, digging your fingers deep into his chest.

"Will you be a good boy for me, Cho?" You repeated, biting back your moans, "Say it," you breathed, your voice mixing with the squelching sounds filling the room, "Say it for me, Cho,"

Choso was dizzy. The heat spreading under his skin threatened to burn holes through his body the more you raised and lowered your hips. He relished in the bounce of your breasts and the little beads of sweat forming on your forehead, a reminder of how hard you worked to make him feel so good, "I'm - fuck," he panted, "I'm your good - "

-

"Wake up," Yuji rasped, still trying to blink the sleep off of his eyes as he furrowed his brows, hovering over Choso's flushed face, "nightmares again?"

It took Choso a moment to release the iron grasp he had on the sheets, still getting accustomed to the sudden silence of the bedroom, "I - uh - brother," he muttered, his mind still plagued with your image. No matter how hard he tried, every time he blinked, the same scene appeared in his mind. It couldn't be, could it?

Yuji's expression grew more worried the longer he didn't get an answer, "That bad?"

Choso straightened up in his bed, "I keep seeing her."

"Seeing who?" Yuji puzzled.

"(Y/N)," Choso uttered, his expression turning solemn, "Is she our sister?"

"Huh? Why do you keep thinking everyone's related to you?" Yuji asked, his hand coming up to rub his temple - oh, oh. "Is she naked when you see her?"

"She is," Choso quickly affirmed.

"Dear god," Yuji muttered.

"Huh?"

"Nothing, just - " Yuji locked eyes with him, "She not - just - " shit, how do I - never mind - "Nobody's related to anybody, just go back to sleep, yeah?"

[iwaasfairy]

big bro iwa who’s in love with making out with his lil sister’s pussy <3

tw incest, hajime nii is a service dom, oral <33

"S-sit shtill," he's slurring into your skin, pulling you down closer with an almost painful grip on your ass. But how can you? It's physically impossible not to squirm when big brother's got his mouth locked like a vice around your clit and all the sucking and wetness coating his chin is enough to have your thighs shaking.

"Niichan, niichan, nii~chan! I'm gonna pass ouw~ t." You're whining loudly, you know you are, but- everything's hazy and your fingers are threading through his full head of hair and you can't stop yourself from sweating and rocking back against his mouth until the friction on your puffy bud becomes too damn much.

If you could open your eyes for longer than a second, you'd be able to see the intensity in Hajime's eyes, and the absolute adoration as he watches every twitch of your brow, or how you force your own finger between your teeth to shut yourself up. You'd be able to see how his hips twitch and smear precum all over the blankets while he buries himself between your legs with a low grunt. "Pass out then," he eventually breathes, letting even the puffs tingle your clit, "I'm not done."

He loves you, you know? Loves laying you down on his bed like this whenever you come over and watching you squirm to get away. But your voice breaks as you let out a desperate squeak, and your back curls off the bed with shuddering thighs. Hajime's tongue rubs over your clit again, before his fingers scissor you open further and more wetness dribbles out of your pretty pussy.

If you're not driving him crazy up the wall, you'd be doing it to someone else. A thought makes his brows furrow, as he watches you, watches the tear tracks wobble down your heated cheeks and your body twitch every time his tongue leaves the nub with a flick. "You know- uhh, ugh- why I'm doing this?"

"Mhm, a sister's pussy is for big brother," you softly mewl, and also shake, and your hands fiddle with the strands of his hair you can read.

"Not that," Hajime nii grunts, curling his fingers deeper inside you and opening wide as his tongue goes to fuck into the drooling hole with a low groan. You taste so fucking good. He'd really stay down here for hours if he could, and it ticks him off that you start getting too overstimulated and fussy after just two orgasms. "Why am I mad?"

Your whining makes way for a beat of silence, though your pussy clenches and sucks his tongue like you never want to let him go. You might pretend to be any better off than him, but you're just as twisted. A real brother fucker, getting the sheets this drenched. It almost distracts him from your little "Oh."

"Yeah. Oh." You try to right yourself onto an elbow and lift yourself from the bed, but he gets up and yanks your waist along with him so you fall back, and his biceps bulge as your legs hook over his shoulder. The sucking of your little clit has your eyelids fluttering so hard you look like you're gone. "You don't know what you're doing. Why even try to touch yourself, stupid shitty sister. This is my pussy. Mine."

"'m sorry~" you whine, and your tone says it all. You're going to cum, again, and soak his face like he wants, needs you to. Long days of work only feel earned when he can sink his fat cock into that hot, little clutch. Why don't you get that. "Ah, ah, niichan. Wan'it, wan- mh-agh, gonna cum Hajime nii~" So cute. So pretty. Your pussy's clenching against his mouth, so hot and soft on his tongue, so needy-

He lets you ride yourself against his mouth until you start wiggling, and then he clamps his lips around that little bud and sucks, hard. Until you're cumming all over him, and he places patient kisses onto your hooded nub until you stop shaking and crying. "How many times do I have to tell you? If your body feels weird, what do you do?"

"Wake up- Haj' niichan. Niichan will fix 't."

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Honestly I've been in the feels so this question is so random but how would aemond react to the reader falling sick? like not anything highly serious but she threw up a few times and has high body temperature and she's extremely tired.

This is definitely not a self projection and totally not cause I'm sick haha whaaattt 🤪/j

Okay but your fic is the main thing that's getting me through this, I've reread it like 2 times already 😂😂 might do a 3rd reread 😳

Omg nonny I hope you get better soon and feel better soon too! You poor thing ! Thank you so much hehehe love you 🖤🖤🖤

Here’s a lil Drabble on what Aemond would be like with a sick!reader!

Enjoy 🖤

When the maids had warned Aemond not to enter his shared chambers he had looked at them incredulously.

Who were they to tell him where he could and could not go?

Yet as he reached for the doors, they had insisted,

“My Prince, you mustn’t. The Princess is unwell.”

“Then why did you not inform me sooner?” He all but growled, pushing past them and into the chambers.

Sick.

She was sick.

But sick could mean many things.

He had witnessed, first hand, his sister when she was with child become sick. Food did not hold well in her stomach and it caused the Queen to be up at all hours spilling the contents of her stomach into a bowl.

The idea of his Lady Wife being with child sent a thrill down his spine as he entered the chambers.

Finally she would give him an heir.

But all excitement and pride left his body when his lone eye settled upon her, laid flat in the bed on her side, blankets pulled up to her neck.

The old dottery Maester sat beside her, dabbing at her forehead with a warm, wet cloth. At the sound of Aemond’s entrance he had turned, hand stilling upon her forehead.

She groaned.

“My Prince, it is not safe to be here. The Princess may have the Chill.” The Maester spoke words of concern, though his voice betrayed him, “You may get sick, My Lord.”

Aemond hummed, ignoring the Maester as he came beside the bed.

She was shivering and pale, a light sheen of sweat atop her brow that the Maester wiped away with the cloth.

The skin under her eyes was darkened and she looked, as both the maids and Maester had said, to be ill.

Certainly not with child.

“How long has she been like this?” Aemond grunted, looking down at the way her silver hair stuck to her forehead.

“Since early this morning, My Lord.”

“You may leave.” Aemond snipped, feeling irritated that no one had come to fetch him at her condition.

Did they not think it was prudent for her Lord Husband to ensure her well-being?

“Your Grace-“

“Leave.”

The Maester bowed and left, leaving the cloth on the bowl of steaming water beside the bed.

Aemond sat himself on the chair the Maester had been sat and picked up the cloth, dipping it back into the warm water before squeezing the excess through his fingers.

Softly, he wiped at the top of her brow, hoping to soothe the furrow that had not left her face since he had entered. The Princess mumbled, stirring in the sheets.

“Shh.”

He could not stop looking at her face, no matter how hard he had tried.

His fierce zaldristos, his mighty warrior, his spitfire, so weak and sickly. Aemond had to force himself to swallow, memories of the last time she had been under his care coming forth to mind.

Aemond remembered how pale she had looked, more so than she already did now. How gaunt her face had been, shadows across her cheeks from lack of sustenance and near death. Her skin had had a hollow greyness to it, and she had been so cold to touch, as though she was already dead.

The only sign of life was the shallow breaths she took, and the way she would groan and whimper when her bandaged would be cleaned.

He had insisted to his mother and brother that he was to stay at her side to ensure she wouldn’t escape, but that concern was falsified, and the only fear he had had then, was that he had killed her.

So he had made it his duty to tend to her when the Maesters and maids did not, sitting by her bedside, watching her chest rise and fall to ensure that it would continue to do just that.

He remembers when once her chest stopped as it fell, and all the air in the chambers had been sucked out through the window, including the air in his lungs. He had sprung up from his seat and jumped to the side of her bed, hand on her chest as he looked down at her and prayed.

Prayed to the Gods to spare her, prayed to the ancestors to not take her yet, making promises that he would give anything to keep her alive and safe. And then the Gods had answered his prayers moments after, with the shallow rise and fall of her chest again.

He had nearly wept.

Aemond shook his head to dispel the memories.

The Prince continued to wipe away the sweat from her brow, just as he had when he brought her back to the Keep, hanging onto life by a thin thread that frayed with every waking day.

The Princess stirred beneath him again, and Aemond hummed at her as she opened her eyes to peek up at him.

She blinked owlishly at him and he had to suppress a smirk.

“Go back to sleep.” He cooed, brushing hair away from her face.

The Merciless Princess grunted and then groaned, eyes scrunching up as a hand came to press against her face.

“Where is the Maester?” She asked, voice quiet and weak.

“I sent him away.”

She let out an annoyed grunt and shifted in the bed sighing, laying flat on her back as she huffed.

But Aemond did not relent, instead he dipped the cloth in the now cooling water and squeezed it one last time, brushing it over her forehead and through the sweat slick hair at her crown.

She sighed and relaxed back into the pillows.

-

Aemond spent just over three days doting on her. He had told the Small Council that his Lady Wife had fallen ill and that he needed to be there to tend to her. He had left the council chambers without waiting for their response, the King be damned.

He helped to bathe her and feed her, sitting her up to give her small spoons of soup, nursing her back to health. He would not admit to himself that he liked seeing her small and so dependent on him.

It aroused him, and for those days spent by her side, his cock strained against the material of his breeches. Only when the hour was late, and his Lady Wife was drifting into a dream would he pull himself from his confines and bring himself to his peak as he watched her.

Aemond had soothed her back in a gentle rhythm as she spilled her stomach into a bowl beside the bed, and had held a glass of water to her lips, telling her to drink with no room for argument.

He barely let himself rest, and only crawled into bed beside her when the hour was late and his eye became weary.

Aemond could feel the fever she had beside him, heat pouring from her in waves, making the sheets stiflingly hot.

Yet still, he rose early before the sun with the maids to help prepare a day of care for her, to nurse her back to health, soothing her when she was sick or groaned, wiping sweat from her brow, and even singing songs in old Valyrian, just under his breath to calm her fevered dreams.

Aemond let himself bask in the feeling of her needing him for those days, and knew that soon, when she would be back to better health, that his doting of her would end, and she would become his zaldristos once again.

[laylawatermelon]

I didn't like the dinner scene... Or the progression of Buck's relationship.

Let's talk about it!

I've been lurking and waiting to form my full opinion (away from my buddie mind) and I will compare the two.

I came in the fandom rather late and before season 7 aired. Buddie had been the consensus ship let's say.

I want to talk about these things

Bi buck

Bi buck episode

The aftermath

The rise of tommy

The fall of tommy

Buddie and BuckTommy relationship

The wheel

As a fan and a writer I recently started doing in depth analysis for my favorite TV shows to challenge myself and learn the trade I'm eventually going to work with.

I'll start with my problem/observation with the hamsterwheel --> bucktommy relationship --> separation of Buddie --> differences between the relationship.

First the hamster wheel I truly believed that when he mentioned having to work hard and it being new and different I really expected something special.

Now as a Buddie before this happened I was like OMG its happening. All the way up until the last part of 7x04 (where i promptly blacked all the way out) and that Buck was going to work for Eddie.

In the case of the preview and marketing they did in fact put a beautiful buddie shaped blanket over the whole thing and pulled it away for a new ship.

Now it would make sense some fans would be mad. Most people have an otp. That doesn't change with anything.

Buddie was still very prominent with all the female love intrests so it became confusing to me with the response but I'll get back to that in a minute.

The kiss (which he didn't ask before and it was really sudden / can argue Buck was okay with it cause hot guy duh but still a lil mehh) was quick. It felt very hamster wheel like he's jumping into something new.

Then subsequently in the other episode called you don't know me aka the BUCK!! date where a closeted joke was made (funny in tv but not in real life).

Granted Buck could've handled it better but he literally brain melted. Your straight (?) friend catches you on your literal first date with a man in secluded past of town. Yeah I'm taking myself outside for a sec.

The Evan thing also applies. On screen we haven't gotten a denounc

ement of the name Buck and what it means. I don't know it feels like two separate lives if I think about it.

He's Evan with him but Buck with everyone else (this is very convoluted).

That name thing has been and will continue to be debated. 🤷🏾‍♀️

The hamster wheel sped up expeditiously when he invited him to his sister's wedding. Right after Eddie stated he is rushing too fast.

(Which Buck also does due to ✨abandonment issues✨)

Then the bachelor party where he didn't dress up.

I know people made real life excuses but the things is I'm a canon more than a fanon person.

(yes buddie isn't canon hypocrisy ik but WAIT)

What I mean by that is that I take what characters say and do at face value. That information forms my opinions of them.

Unfortunately there's been about 7 years and all couple parallels with Buddie so my brain was like yep, that's canon.

When Tommy was being discussed at first (and now) I'm still saying as that he's a blank sheet that the fans who've wanted Buck to be in a loving reciprocal relationship so that's being projected on him.

So that equates to him being a let's say "out of character" personality in the online space.

I said in an episode analysis that Tommy's interested and not invested and I stand by that until the show proves other wise or writes their relationship on a deeper level.

Fanon Tommy's character would've worn a costume, hell they might've been the ones matching.

Because he's that dedicated and invested.

In canon, he didn't even come up with a simple enough reason and just brished it aside.

Now once again the you don't know me and writing wise it's significant that Buck's not acknowledged as Buck, and his lover isn't allowed to call him that. They're cooking something.

Idk what it is or if it's burning or not. But it's cooking regardless.

Deep conversations. Honesty with Eddie.

Tommy. Redirection and minimization. (and a smidgen of jealousy)

I also had some qualms about the sexualization of Buck's character or the minimization or common theme of Buck being used/useful.

They make it a poetic irony that the man who failed to be useful in saving/being savior baby then be used throughout his adult life.

Whether that be a substitute/donor for his older brother, a fantasy or story for some, or a quick fling/easy relationship the writers haven't fully gotten him out of the hamster wheel.

(but they're cooking ik it. Im praying. Im hoping. Please be cooking!!)

The writing of the relationship is failing it. Unless it should be like that.

For the rest of the topics I was talking about the bi buck episode and how much it meant to TV.

As we still know, Hollywood/American TV is a global thermometer let's say and tends to be discussed/acknowledged/distributed worldwide. As a result when certain things are done in the shows it can be a milestone.

I can admit I overlooked some things (as I am an avid hunter of media especially HAPPY! queer stories being told of POC and otherwise) so I can sometimes forget how impactful/important certain things are for the American/world audience to see.

Like henren, a black lesbian couple with a kid! Married! Both incredibly successful in their respective jobs.

Like that alone could be a TV show honestly.

That's why when Bi Buck happened I was happy. (I legitimately blacked out because I didn't see or hear the preview right after 🤣🤣 I was distressed when I came to)

But honestly I am still happy and proud that it happened.

I didn't get the significant of the extent of visibility of having a male (later in life is important!) come out or be acknowledged as bisexual.

Granted in cannon the word hasn't been uttered or expanded on but they head a rough 10 episodes so I'll give em some slack.

But as a viewer and a writer I see how important it is to have it happen and the significance of it through real life stories and anecdotes and for that I am happy for that party of the relationship. 🥺

I won't take that moment away from them. Was it perfect (including all the other stuff afterwards?) No.

But was it necessary and messy and awkward like real life? Absolutely yes and I love it.

This is peak TV I tell you. (I've never blacked out like that to TV before so that was a first🤣)

But on a real note I was excited (and neutral towards Buck and Tommy being together).

I still ride the Buddie ship all start for to the context clues (slutty dangerous barbell scene anyone??) that it may be confusion on his part or at least leaving the door partly open for Buddie.

(it really could be just gauging the audience reaction)

I won't really talk about the second half of Buddie sexual identity because that either deserves it own post and has to be expanded on.

(Eddie i beg. The women of the world DON'T need you right now. Be a beautiful centerpiece. Do not traumatize the women of la no more. Take care of your son. Don't go through treacherous roads. Take the journey elsewhere. I beg!!!)

But on a serious note I noticed the quick turn I would say on the characterization/head canon of Buck's love interest.

I find it interesting that for female counterparts there hasn't been such a response. (I have heard about Buck Taylor riders though)

(this is my inner thoughts. Very hot. 10/10. My soul was pleased. Couple? Awful. Friends? Brilliant. Taylor motives? Nah you can't be round me with all that sneaky stuff)

But her character was the most expanded on.

But with Tommy, most of what's stated about the relationship at the beginning was headcanon.

I think where the shows heading is to show the incompatibility between them.

Tommy's scenes so far have been casual, smooth and easy.

He doesn't mind a quick date. He doesn't want to dress up for the theme. He'll be there but it's not too important to fuss about it.

The deleted scene is avoidant (which may become a character trait about emotions) to deeper conversations. We see this reflected as well when they're at the dinner after Bobby's finally pulled through (and Buck lost his son😭😭 I'm not even on no shipper shit that's his baby😭😭) and he starts to be vulnerable.

I expected it to lean more towards a heartwarming or honest conversation but one again he shuts it down.

What I think they're going to do with his character/have been doing is show that he's avoidant to confrontation.

(i could argue that for his friend he might do more because the Eddie flying things still throws me for a loop in comparison to how they're portraying their relationship)

But I stick by the interested not invested point.

With the little screen time they've had to develop his character they've shown that it's not really endgame they're just incompatible. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Comparing the Buddie and Tommy relationship the investment/support becomes a bit evident.

Not matching with Tommy. Incompatible.

Matching with Eddie. Compatible.

Deep conversations. Honesty with Eddie.

Tommy. Redirection and minimization. (and a smidgen of jealousy)

Now you can argue (as a writer in gritting my teeth as I type this) if they do go down the route of his love "changed" me, it it's a possibility to write him becoming a better partner through love or sum.

As Buck is very emotional and he can get him to open up be more serious as he sees him taking it seriously.

As a buddie that killed me!!!!! but as a writer i had to speak up.

Anyways... If it goes that route I'll hate it a little. Hare it and like it seesaw kind of (look ik potential when i see it)

The hate part is that once again it'll be uaed/hamster wheel/i have to prove or gain your love or show that you appreciate me.

Like it cause who doesn't like a good you changed me by being yourself?

I'm a hater through and through. 😤

Tommy as a character I was neutral on at first. I'm still lukewarm about the relationship itself but the character is falling into the same old box all love interests get.

Not enough character but more than enough sex.

Regarding Buck's relationship they're always a give and take, Buck ending up being more of a giver (I'm not defending no white man for his mistakes though he do be doing some things side eye worthy).

But because the love interests are just that and not fleshed out characters, they end up not being able to stand on their own and be interesting enough outside of the one off appearances.

With the exception of Karen my love, my sweetness.

But most of Buck and Eddie's love interests can sometimes be reduced to props to move plot along/give character development.

(which as a writer i didn't hate as it's a multi lead drama series but..... If they want a long term partner to be introduced they can write it like Karen)

I can think of many scenarios and ways to actually make the character less off-putting to some.

Examples: more enthusiasm/effort actually being put in (or maybe that's where the statement Buck had to work for it applies? That Buck had to work for his love ??? I'm speculating now), being more straightforward, the jealously not being brought up like twice now.

Sirens are blasting with that one 🚨🚨

(The characters actions being vetoed off screen doesn't help either. It also applies to a lot of problematic things that sweep under the rug. Only the queer characters cheating? Violence against each other? Goading into drinks? Kissing/cheating? Manipulation?.... Eh it's drama but the cheating storylines and the characters it happens to makes me a lil 👀...)

All in all me and my homegirls not pleased.

I ain't been swayed anywhere and the way the wind in this writing ain't blowing nowhere.

[hyunsvngs]

Ik this is weird but how skz would react/help with your period I’m on mine and I need comfort so here 😞

mine is due in a week and i'm pmsing like CRAZZYYY so i know what u mean. not weird at all periods are natural <3333

channie - god he'd be so sweet. spoiling you, sm sm choccies to make you feel better <3 kisses everywhere, just one big hand rubbing on your tummy. chan has a younger sister sooo he knows what it's like :(( cutie era fr. if he had to work he'd take you to the studio, making u sit on his lap while he carried on kissing ur cheek inbetween work and rubbing over ur tummy !!

minho - i'm imagining minho's normally indifferent persona SHATTERING when you're in pain. he doesn't understand your pain, how could he!! he's never had one lmfao. he tucks you up in bed with a hot water bottle tho, getting soongie, doongi and dori to come and cuddle u til u feel better <3 god and imagine them all loafing on ur hot water bottle LMFAO that's so cute

changbin - another baby who has a sister and knows the pain!!! i imagine binnie would be SO dramatic lmfao you're not lifting a FINGER for the whole time. he's bringing you breakfast in bed, wrapping u in a lil blanket burrito. he'd love if you let him run out to grab you chocolates, sweets and pads/tampons too, making sure you're fully pampered omg :(

hyunjin - dramatic. SO dramatic. you're getting everything. sheet masks together, painkillers whenever you need. probs takes a whole day off schedules so he can watch films with you!! just looking after u always, has an entire drawer full of period stuff for u too, hot water bottles, extra blankets, painkillers, pads&tampons!! just an allover cutie

jisung - im ngl he probs thinks ur dying. he's heard about periods and he's distraught. they HURT?? U BLEED? nah. he's terrified. treats you like you're dying, one cramp and he's asking if he needs to phone the hospital. ur like no jisung it's not that deep. he's still shitting himself tho. shows u cute baby seal documentaries on his phone and tries to distract you from the pain when u let him know its REALLY not that serious.

felix - he's probably the most knowledgable <3 if you want to be left alone to lay in bed, he's doing it. if you want cuddles, he's doing it. he knows periods can give you mood swings so he's completely ready for anything you throw at him!! and if he bakes you extra brownies to make you feel better, who's to know!! not so much of a pamperer as much of an understander, just knows what you need and is ready to be there<3

seungmin - OK sue me but.. he's giving period sex. like oh u know what'd help with cramps? spread ur legs. IDK SEUNGMINS JUST RLLLY GIVING THIS VIBE. other than that though, definitely kisses ur tummy and sues u if u tell the others that he was affectionate to u on main.

jeongin - oh god poor baby he'd probably be terrified too. but i think he'd be so so smug when you went to him for cuddles, complaining your tummy hurts. he'd be all "aww, my baby needs me!" like yeah, innie, stfu!! he'd be so smug that you want him when you're feeling so poopy and low and he'd love to comfort u but would still be doing that stupid fucking smile.

[faegoddessog]

Woman in Red Ch. 15/17

Chapter 15: Too Close for Comfort

Series Summary: She's a very successful woman who can't seem to find a partner that can keep up with her. He is just wanting to find someone who likes him for HIM, not his fame. Neither of them are prepared for what hits them when she walks into that coffee shop.

Chapter Warnings: lil' PIV, Angsty, angst, emotional hurt, fighting, perceived betrayal, tears

A/N: In this story, I make no mention of birth control or condoms or STI's. Please, darlings, please love yourself enough to protect yourself appropriately when you have sex. <3

I just want to preface this chapter with: I'm sorry, the story made me do it.

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Chapter 15: Too Close for Comfort

“Do you care to explain this?” Austin is standing in front of Aya’s desk. The physical tabloid in his hand, holding it out to her. It’s late in the day. He had waited to confront her, knowing she would likely be the only one in the office.

The trip home from Montenegro had been actually uneventful. Both Charlie and Stacey seemed well sated from their own nefarious activities. Stacey had the look of a woman well fucked and mumbled something about an all night orgy before slipping into her bunk. Charlie especially seemed to be on cloud nine and couldn't stop smiling 

“Did you have any luck at the marina?” Aya had asked. 

“Yes,” Charlie said dreamily, “There was a boat, it was gorgeous, and a man… he was… stellar.” She closed her eyes, breathing out the last word like an invocation.

“Tell me you got his info this time,” Aya said, amused.  

“I have his boat GPS tracker signature.  I’ll mysteriously show up one day,” she winked at Austin.

As soon as they got back within range, Austin’s phone had started blowing up. Bleary eyed and with Aya snuggled up next to him, he had reached over to turn off his phone.

He had kissed her neck. She angled her chin up, invitingly. His thumb grazed the line of her jaw, drawing down her neck, cupping the fullness of her breast under the sheets. Her hand flowed down over his warm thigh. He pressed himself to her backside, hard again. She tilted her hips back encouragingly, pulling her cheek to make room for him. He guided his hardness between her wet lips. He was reminded how she was always wet for him. His fingers made impressions on the front of her hip. He had pushed, she had pulled. He sank into her, moved in her, and quietly fell yet again.  All without a sound. 

  “What is there to explain?” she calmly says, looking up into his pained blue eyes. Eyes that are trying to hold on, trying to give her the benefit of the doubt, trying to wait for a logical reason she would do this to him. 

In the week after Montenegro, there had been a bevy of photos of them plastered all over the internet. Most were from the beach, one or two from the ground breaking in Podgorica. There were ones of them holding hands, ones of them laughing and playing in the water. Gossip sites were conjecturing about who she was and what they were.  Headlines like “Austin’s secret woman” and “Austin’s globe trotting romance” were the nice ones. The ones attached to the pictures of her carrying the shovel and him holding her purse were scathing. One was particularly brutal of her turning to leave and him looking dejected on the beach. This had been the subject of Austin’s phone blowing up on the plane. His sister was worried about him, his ex just sent a middle finger emoji, several of his friends had comments ranging from just checking in to pictures of cougars with accompanying high five emojis. His publicist was in a tizzy about what, if anything, to say. 

“Do we have to say anything? They don’t know who I am,” Aya had asked as they had dinner on her Malibu deck. 

“Oh it’s only a matter of time before they find out who you are, not that I care about people  knowing,” he said quickly, not wanting another fight, “only that I want to protect you as best I can.” 

“Austin, I’m not afraid of a bunch of internet trolls. I am well respected in my industry, there is little they can do to me, hunny.”  

“We don’t have to say anything, but I think it’s good to agree on some kind of thing to say, even if it’s just to people we know,” he is  hoping to broach the subject of their relationship without shutting her down. “Tell them we are just friends,” Aya had said. Austin had shaken his head and shown her the picture of them wrapped around each other in the ocean in a decidedly not-just-friends way.

“Are we though?” he had asked.

“Oh Aus, of course we are,” she had smiled, kissing him lightly on the mouth, “we are the best kind of friends.” She once again glossed over the real question,  desperate to maintain the status quo. 

Neither Aya nor Austin had acted any different towards one another, but each of them could feel it in the air. The tension was a tight string between them. What exactly WAS going on? He wished he could get a straight answer from her or that he could just walk away, but she was like a drug he couldn’t quit.

It had been almost a month since they had gotten back when she broke. 

Her internal conflict was utterly extreme. She wanted him all the time, he was all she could think about. But when they were together, she could only focus on maintaining a clear  ‘friends with benefits’ boundary. She was so preoccupied with keeping him at arm's length while holding him tight, that she couldn’t quench the fire she had inside. It was maddening, the more she got of him, the less she was satisfied. And boy did she try. They had dinners out in dark restaurants where he fingered her under the table, long sunset drives where they pulled down darkened roads and she sucked his cock, swallowing every drop. Once, on a drive up the PCH she was so horny for him they ended up renting a random cottage on the spot.  They hadn’t even brought clothes with them, luckily they didn’t need them. He kept suggesting a night of rope bondage, though she kept putting it off, knowing giving him that control again would break her resolve.

‘One more time, that’s all I need,’ she kept promising herself like an addict.  They spent nearly every free moment with each other or planning to be together. It was the antithesis to maintaining casual and light, but she couldn't get beyond that in her head. She simply wouldn’t allow them to be anything more, would not let them depend on one another,  no matter how much she secretly longed for it. 

Finally, in a fit of nervous panic, she did the last thing she could think of to try and get him out of her system. She did what she had always done, what had always helped her move on. She pulled out her proverbial ‘black book’ and texted. 

…

She hadn’t realized that she had been followed by the sneaky paps. 

Here is the evidence though, in his hands. One glossy photo of her, wrapped in another man’s arms, lips pressed to his in a parking lot.  She feels the farthest away from ‘moving on’ than she has in a long, long time. She is not used to having the public in her business. She is incensed. So is Austin. 

“Do you think you can just do whatever you want because you have money?” his tone accusatory,  his hand shaking with anger. 

“How the fuck is this,” she points at the paper in his hand, her defenses going up, “about money, Austin?” If she were a man, no one would ever attack her sex life and her wealth like this. “And to be clear, I don’t just ‘have money’. I put in long hours and take risks. I have worked hard to get where I am and I don’t take it for granted.”

Austin takes a big breath, realizing it was a low blow on his part. 

“No, you are right, it’s not. But why?” he pleads, shaking the magazine in his fist. ‘Am I not enough?’ he wants to ask, the words stick in his throat. 

“I don't have to explain anything to you or anyone for that matter,” she says, voice shaking, still triggered. 

“Aya, I thought this,” he gestures back and forth between them, “meant something,  that we meant something more.”

She can see the torture in his face. She wants so badly to give in, to rush to him and kiss away the pain. Pain she knows she caused, pain she feels too. 

‘It has to be like this, for both our sakes, before it’s too late,’ the tape in her head repeats over and over. 

“Austin,” she blows out a breath, trying to muster up the courage to do what she thinks she must, “you are a phenomenal lover,” her tone is placating, “I mean like… the best I’ve ever had and that is saying something. I love spending any and all kinds of time with you, but we agreed to light and casual,” she reminds him, her voice a frustrating mix of near tears and hard edge.

“This isn’t about the sex!” he explodes, tossing the loathsome periodical down on her desk. His lips draw together in an attempt to get himself under control with flaring nostrils and heavy breaths. 

“The thing is Aya,” he begins again, quiet and just a little shaky. “I’ve realized that I can’t do light and casual, not with you. I think about you every second. I dream about you, I wake up smelling you on my sheets and on my clothes. My life is permeated with you and I only want you. And despite all your denial, I know you’ve felt it too. Seeing this,” he points to the shiny, crumpled paper, ”just solidified it for me, how much you mean to me.” Tears threaten to spill from his eyes. “This hurts, Aya and I just want to know why.”

Those last words are like a punch to the gut for her. She tries to apologize, to say she was so sorry for everything. She tries, but she can’t breath past the lump in her throat. “What’s crazy is,” he goes on, “I don’t care. I don’t care if you fucked this guy. I still want you, now more than ever.” He is leaning on her desk. He just wants her to deny it, to say it was a mistake or explain it wasn’t a hook up, anything to buoy his hope that she feels even a glimmer of what he does. 

Seeing her plastered on the front page was terrible for him; it hurt. It hurt because he wasn’t there to protect her from the public eye. It hurt because he was the reason she was there in the first place. It hurt because he loved her.  The fact that she had maybe had sex with someone else didn’t hurt nearly as much as the fact that she had left him out of it. He would have been willing to negotiate, had he known, had he been consulted. But he didn’t have the right to any say in the matter. He wants a say, he wants the right. He just doesn’t know how to get past her mental barrier, at least verbally. He's slipped past it before, usually it’s the quiet moments: a glance stolen between them or when he catches her looking at him, that he sees it.  He knows he has stood before the proverbial sword in the stone, ready to withdraw it from the tight grip of her resolve.  He’s seen  it in her sigh or her contented smile as she drifts off or wakes up, in the split second before her consciousness can fully deny it. It’s in those moments that he knew, he knew it was more than just fuck buddies. That night he held her in the tub, he could feel that the barriers were weak, that he was within reach of her heart, until he opened his mouth. Always it’s his words trying to acknowledge his love for her that shuts him out. So he had held his tongue for the last month, mostly. He had wanted to date someone who didn’t care about his fame, but was it too much to ask that she care about him? 

As she looks up into his face, red and blotchy and beautiful, she watches as a tear wells over his bottom lashes. That tear scares her more than his anger, because maybe it’s already too late. 

“I told you not to fall for me Austin, I never asked for that,“  she goes hard, throwing up a steely wall of protection, protecting herself, her heart, and him. Always protecting him.  Let him believe what he wanted about her. It would make this whole thing easier.  “In fact I thought I had made my stance quite clear.” 

Austin paces back and forth. He opens mouth to say something, but closes it again. The mix of emotions rendering him mute.  She is right. He had agreed to keeping it casual, and had never asked her to be exclusive for fear of scaring her off.  Never, not once, did she say she loved him, not with her words anyway. 

“Well your actions over the past couple months told me something different, and we all know which is louder,” his bottom lip shakes and that one tear finally trails from his clear blue eyes. “Fuck!” he wipes his cheek. 

The room is suddenly hot, closing in on him. His heart starts beating rapidly in his chest. He can’t get a full breath of air. Turning on his heel, he walks out without a word. In the lobby, he shakes his suddenly tingly hands and with tunnel vision makes his way to the elevator. When the doors open, Dalia is standing there. 

“Come on,” she says kindly, she knows exactly what just happened and exactly why. 

“Dalia, not now, Aya and I just….” he sniffs, not looking her in the face, trying to hide his tears. 

“Yes now, and I know,” says Dal matter of factly, pulling him into the elevator and closing the doors, “Listen, I love Aya- “

“Well it’s too late,” he interrupts, slamming the first floor button with his fist, “I already fucked her up somehow, so get in the long line of people who are just going to hate me.” 

“Stop it, Austin,” her mom-like tone brings him up short.

He blinks at her as she takes a big breath. 

“Do you want to know what fucked her up? News flash, it wasn’t you.” 

He stares at her, open mouthed, too emotionally wrung out to argue. The bell dings and the elevator doors open. 

Aya quietly closes and locks the door to her office, tears rolling down her face.  How could she let it get this far? She should have never invited him to the Malibu house, let alone to Montenegro. She was stupid and mean to do this to him. He was such an angel. He felt so good, not just his body on hers, in hers. Simply being near him, being with him was magical. He was so amazing and she was just a horrible bitch, a curse. It was tearing her apart, the desperation of wanting him and the terror of what actually having him could mean. 

‘He is too perfect to fuck up,’ she keeps repeating in her head. Tears begin to drip down her face. 

“It’s safer this way,” she says out loud in an attempt to convince herself. The shake in her voice showing otherwise. Wiping the tears  from her face, she takes a big breath and  calls the Charter Plane Company. 

“Yes hello, this is Aya Glascoc,” her voice switches into business mode.  “I have a flight to Kuala Lumpur scheduled for tomorrow. Can we move it up to this evening, as soon as possible really?”

“That’s why she won’t let you in,” Dalia was saying. She had dragged him into a little conference room on the main floor. “Please, for both your sakes, don’t give up on her Austin.”

“Jesus, what a thing to have gone through,” he says in disbelief. Once Dalia started explaining, Austin had calmed down and actually listened. It actually made a ton of sense. 

“I know, it broke her,” Dalia shakes her head. “You have to understand, I am gambling by telling you all this. Aya would be pissed if she knew. But honestly, I don’t care, I won’t stand by and watch her throw away love.” 

Austin scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief at her words.

“Oh, she loves you Austin,” Dalia says with certainty, “as her oldest friend,  I can tell.”

“You really think so,” hope flickers in his heart. 

“I know so, just,” she breathes, “be patient with her. She is just terrified of somehow fucking you up. She’s got it in her head that it’s some kind of curse.”

“I should go back up,” says Austin, “she is leaving tomorrow, and I’ll be shooting a film soon.  I’d hate to leave this hanging.”

Dalia cringes at his choice of words. 

They get out of the elevator on the 16th floor. Dalia has to jog to keep up with his long legged strides. When they find the door locked, he bangs on it, yelling her name. She doesn't answer. Anxiety floods his mind. After what he just heard, he fears the worst. 

Dalia, knowing what he is thinking, rushes to get her spare key.  Ausin keeps pounding and yelling, not knowing what else to do. 

He bursts in, looking around quickly. Not finding Aya he immediately pulls the secret latch to her apartment. He takes the stairs two at a time. 

Aya retreats upstairs to find memories of Austin are everywhere. The couch, the bedroom, the kitchen, even the floor of the foyer. He had fucked her in every room at least twice in the past month, and that was just here. She didn’t even want to think about the Malibu house. What he did with that collar and leash in Budva? 

‘NO! No! Oh god no.’ Her inner voice’s panic mode breaks through to her outer self. 

She has to leave, to get away from him, for his sake. She didn’t want to hurt him anymore and she has to just let him go.  She didn’t need more than the small bag she had already packed. She hears the elevator ding faintly at the floor below before opening up for her. As the elevator goes down, she almost swears she can hear angry voices calling her name.  

Austin is standing in the dark bedroom at her empty Malibu house, phone to his ear. He had rushed over here, desperate to find her. 

He had been calling her for over an hour, but all he got is the generic recording that is her voice mail, not even a ring. Clearly she had turned her phone off.

He sits down on the bed, head in his hands. Kato jumps up into his lap, purring. Petting the cat helps to calm him. He’ll stay here until she returns, if he has to.

His phone rings. It’s Dalia, she had stayed at the office in case Aya came back. 

“She’s ok,” is the first thing she says. “I called the Charter Company on a whim, and she moved her flight to Malaysia up. That girl is nothing if not good at running away. I texted her again, but she isn’t responding.”

“Same, she has to have it off,” he is relieved to know that she is at least ok. “When does she leave?” he asks, thinking he might be able to catch her. 

“It went wheels up five minutes ago, I’m sorry Austin. We’ll keep trying.” 

“No, don’t. If she needs time, that’s fine. I’ll try calling tomorrow, maybe she’ll have her phone on then.” 

He hangs up and stares out the window to the dark sky over the ocean. He can see the green blink, blink of a plane going west. He just knows it’s hers. 

Austin stayed the night at the Malibu house, unable to bring himself to leave. He cried himself to sleep in her bed, surrounded by her smell, wishing she was there. Hoping and praying that Dalia was right about Aya’s feelings. There was no denying his own. He loved her with all he was. He held onto that hope and Kato all night long. 

[jazeoth]

Okay so I’ve joined in on the BNHA OC bandwaggon—but, I just love him so much? Like, he’s a lil birb. I based him off of two owls, the Reddish Scops, and the Eurasian Eagle Owl.

This template was created by Yuminari. They gave permission to use it, only if they were credited—they deserve that much!

Biographical Information

Name (English): Fukuro Hoshoku

Rōmaji: Hoshoku Fukuro

Kanji/Katakana: 捕食  梟

Alias: Robin Hoot—it's not set in stone, but he thinks it's funny

Personal Description

Birthdate: November 22nd

Horoscope: Sagittarius

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Blood type: O-

Height: 142 cm

Weight: 47 kg

Hair Colour: Mahogany with red and orange tints.

Eye Colour: Vibrant Orange

Skin Colour: Dark Chestnut

Quirk: Owl-Body

Quirk type: Mutant

Quirk range: Close-Mid range

Status

Status: Alive

Family: Mother, Father, Younger Sister, Grandfather, Grandmother

Affiliation: Yuuei

Occupation: Student

Department: Department of Heroes

Class: 1-A

Love interest: N/A—at the moment

Voice Actor: Sakamoto, Maaya (Nino, from Aikawa Under the Bridge, and Ciel Phantomhive, from Black Butler)

Hoshoku Fukuro ( 捕者 梟 ) is a first-year student at Yuuei, training to become a Professional Hero. He became interested in becoming a hero after moving to Japan when he found out that his Uncle became a Villian.

Appearance

   Fukuro is very short in stature and is quite skinny which aids in flight. He has straight short mahogany bobbed hair that goes to his shoulders and gets longer in the front, he also has feather tufts at the top of his head with patterns on them. His eyes are large, expressive, and orange in colour. He has a dark chestnut type VI skin tone and has a beauty mark under his right eye. His fingernails (talons) are black and curve down to a point—they're sharp. He always has a pair of feather earrings on and colourful braided bracelets. All in all, he looks very exotic.

Personality

- | Patient | Kind | Cheerful | Accepting | Flexible | Meticulous | Daring | Stubborn | Mischievous | Keen | Socially-Awkward | Greedy | Facetious | Forgetful | -

   Fukuro usually appears to look calm and indifferent, but when eye contact is made, he always makes sure to smile back—if a bit nervously. He's nice, but awkward in first-time social situations and it takes a while for him to warm up to people. He's a cheerful person and even when alone, he'll usually have a little skip in his step. When warmed up to, his darker humour tends to come out and surprise those who don't expect such vulgar things to come out from his mouth.

   Fukuro does not like voicing his opinion because he doesn't like to offend people, but he will voice what he thinks needs to be said on occasion. Despite his initial soca awkwardness, he can take initiative in a conversation and keep it on track. He is very accepting of people and is a great listener. He doesn't care about people's appearance, gender, or sexual orientation. Because he's a good listener, people turn to him when they want to talk about something, or to tell a secret. He's good at keeping secrets because he usually forgets them a day later.

—W.I.P—

Good: Accepting, appreciative, cheerful, daring, flexible, meticulous, non-judgemental, patient, tolerant, witty

Bad: Assertive, deceptive, dark humour, facetious, forgetful, greedy, keen, mischievous, obsessive, socially-awkward, stubborn

Likes

puzzles

horror and comedy movies

reading

coffee/hot chocolate

spicy food

relaxing

flying

pranks

shiny-sparkly-colourful things

archery

Dislikes

elevators

bullies

drama

airplanes

public transport

closed in spaces

shopping

deadlines

academics

carbonated drinks

rainy days

Hobbies

spending time with his sister

archery

hunting

reading

Quirk:

Owl-Body

   His quirk gives him the abilities of an Owl! His wings have feathers that make him able to fly silently and hover in place. He has enhanced perception with his sight, hearing and can feel disturbances in the air with his feather tufts, making him quite observant and hard to sneak up on. Like a bird, he can projectile vomit to ward off threats—but he avoids it because it burns his throat. He has hybrid humin-bird feet that are just as dexterous as his hands—his nails are black talons. He can imitate noises and voices like a Mockingbird and his screech can disorient people. He also has a flexible neck and can turn his head up to 270°.

Quirk type: Mutant

Quirk rage: Close-Mid

Fighting style: Physical and Tactical.

+ Advantages:

+ Manoeuvrability in the air

+ Stealthy since flight is silent

+ Can confuse the enemy by imitating sounds and voices

+ Could safely transport severely injured individuals

+ Superior perceptual and Visual and Spatial Processing

+ Good for reconnaissance and stealth missions

+ Can vomit on a villain to make them easier to track

+ Can shoot arrows while flying

+ Eyes can adjust to differences in light very quickly

- Disadvantages:

- Severe disadvantage in tight enclosed spaces—cant fly in buildings

- Can't fly in the rain

- Wings can weigh him down when wet

- Other than his legs and talons, he doesn't have a lot for a close quarter fight

- Loud noises can hurt his hearing

- Can have information overload if too much is going on

- His wings and tail make it difficult to sit down

- Can unintentionally hurt allies with his talons

Conclusion:

His quirk is very strong in open areas and he can distract and stall targets by pecking away at them. However, he cannot fight well against groups in close quarters. His enhanced senses are both a blessing and a curse.

Techniques:

Swoop: Coming down from a high altitude, he hits and knocks the target back with a strong kick. His talons can also incapacitate.

Advantage: Has much more power than he can normally throw out.

Disadvantage: Easy to block if predicted, difficult to change course after hitting top speed. Too long of a build up to use other than a surprise attack.

Limit of the range: Close range.

Gust: From either on the ground or in the air, Fukuro can kick up winds to blow back projectiles and people.

Advantage: Versatile and can be used Offensively and Defensively. Can be used to kick up dust clouds for cover, it can be good set up for stealth procedures.

Disadvantage: Not that strong and could only slow down larger and stronger people, and even with his sight, it would be hard for him to navigate in the cloud. If used on the ground, he wouldn't be able to fly away—he'd blow the cloud he made away.

Limit of the range: Close to Mid-range.

Feather Duster: Fukuro tickles his opponent or makes them sneeze with his wing or a feather of his.

Advantage: Creates an opening for a team member to attack. Can be used to taunt and aggravate opponent.

Disadvantage: If the opponents not ticklish, or doesn't react, he's open to a counter attack—and he'd look stupid.

Limit of the range: Close range.

Rain of Down: Fukuro can flap his wings and shoot out feathers at a target. 

Advantage: Can cover a wide area.

Disadvantage: Hard to aim with precision. When overused, it makes it harder to fly. If used too much, he won't be able to fly until the feathers are grown back.

Limit of the range: Mid-range.

Screech: Fukuro raises his voice and emits a painful sounding screech. Can damage hearing and be used to intimidate.

Advantage: Temporarily stuns targets, or startles them. If used close enough, it can cause hearing damage. Can be used for crowd control of riots, protests, and villain groups.

Disadvantage: Hurts his throat if used a lot—will eventually lose voice. Can hurt allies hearing.

Limit of the range: Close to Mid-range.

—W.I.P—

Combined or difficult techniques:

Dive Bomb: A more difficult version of Swoop. He descends straight down from above.

Advantage: Much more power than Swoop and is faster.

Disadvantage: If he misses, there's a high chance of him hurting himself. It's much harder to control with the speeds he gets up to.

Limit of the range: Close range.

Fire Whirl: He kicks up winds and enhances somebody's fire quirk, creating fire whirls that are hard to predict.

Advantage: Can be used as crowd control depending on size and control of flames by the fire quirk user. Covers wide areas.

Disadvantage: If not careful, he can set fire to his feathers. The fire quirk user has to be able to control the flames.

Limit of the range: Mid to long range.

—W.I.P—

Other Statistics and Abilities:

Archery:

With his enhanced sight and depth perception, archery was a natural sport to learn.

- HERO STATS -

Power: 2/5 (D)

Speed: 5/5 (A)

Technique: 4/5 (B)

Intelligence: 4/5 (B)

Cooperativeness: 3/5 (C)

       Total: 18/25

- Fight -

Physical Strength: 2/5

Stamina: 4/5

Agility: 5/5

Leadership: 2/5

Intelligence: 4/5

Observation: 5/5

Mental Strength: 3/5

Willpower: 3/5

       Total: 28/40

- Natural -

Confidence: 3/5

Charisma: 4/5

Masculinity: 2/5

Sincerity: 3/5

Humor: 4/5

Social Skills: 2/5

Empathy: 3/5

Memory: 2/5

Tactical skills: 4/5

Patience: 4/5

+ Hunting: 5/5

       Total: 36/55

Relationships:

- Status bullets -

Crush/Love interest: 💘

Close friends: 💚

Good relationship: 💛

Developing relationship/Trying to befriend: 💜

Neutral: ⚪

Problematic relationship: 💥

Respective: 💙

Bad relationship/Rival: ✖️

Family:

✖️💙💥 Hoshoku Taka: Father (Otou-sama || Musuko)

• Relationship status: He respects him because he's his father and taught him all he knows about hunting and archery, but he started to hurt his mother when they moved to Japan. He's cautiously defiant of him and refuses to be alone in the same room at the same time. Trying to distance himself.

💙💛 Hoshoku Tsubame: Mother (Kaa-san || Hosho-kun—she calls him that because it sounds cute)

• Relationship status: She's the one who taught him his life skills, how to converse properly with people—even if he's still awkward with it. She supports him in all that he does—even his odd quirk of collecting shiny things. No one else in the family seems to have it, ironically. He respects her for standing strong against his father despite being much, much smaller.

💛💚 Hoshoku Kanaria: Sister (Kana-chan || Onii-san)

• Relationship status: He adores his little sister. She's paraplegic and wishes she had wings so she could move around freely—he takes her flying at least once a week. He's had to chase off her bullies.

⚪💙 Hoshoku Kujaku : Grandfather (Sofu-sama—he's scary and demands respect || Magomusuko—formal form of grandson)

• Relationship status: The old man's strict, but means well. He's kind and scary, but teaches the harsh lessons Tsubame can't teach. Fukuro isn't as close to the man as his sister is.

💛💥 Hoshoku Hikuidori: Grandmother (Fukaba—it means hatchlings || Oba-chan)

• Relationship status: Fukuro seems to get his mischievous gene from this crazy old bird because they pull pranks and jokes on each other frequently. The only reason their relationship's problematic is because they occasionally get other family members caught in their little wars—they've gotten in trouble numerous of times. She's the lady that taught him how to have fun and take things in stride.

Trivia

Hoshoku (捕食) means "Predator", though because of it having a different kanji, it's often confused for Torimono (捕者) which means "captor" or "kidnapper". Fukuro (梟) literally means "Owl".

His canine teeth are longer to aid in picking apart and tearing into meat—his tongue is also black.

He used to live in a third world country before eventually moving to Japan.

His family all have the same types of quirks, though to varying degrees. His grandmother and little sister have bird features, but no wings.

If he's hungry and there's no food around, he'll hunt for small rodents, squirrels, or bugs.

He gets confused when his mother calls for his grandmother. Ofukuro means mother in Japanese.

Bathing is an inconvenience because his wings get really heavy with the water—they're not water repellent like other birds wings.

He likes to cause harmless mischief by imitating noises or peoples voices.

He's good at first person shooter arcade games.

Loves metal-cast disassembly puzzles and wooden interlocking puzzles—he finds Rubix cubes boring.

He has an unnatural obsession with colourful and sparkly things like rocks, jewels and feathers. He has a corner of shelves to showcase them on—his puzzles too—and always carries a small string cloth bag to put things he finds in.

When startled, angry, or scared, his hair fluffs up to make him look bigger

His whole family are named after birds.

[itoshi-s]

what if the itoshis punish their sweet little sister for being a brat? She's such a crybaby and a cutie so most of the time Rin just lets her be. But that's not the case with Sae! He needs to teach his lil stepsister some manners right? He's not coming home from Spain just to be greeted by his bratty little sister. He understands why Rin doesn't like punishing you but actions have consequences <33

I'm back with more hehe<3333 how are you?

FUuuuUuUCUKKKK OH NOOOOOOOOOOOO iam goin g to fucking leap myself out the window WHY WOULD U DO THIS TO ME !!!! @_@

i already have a longer thirst coming up 4 this iasfhais an ask similar 2 this has been sitting in my inbox for like ,, weeks now asjhfisa BUT i promise it'll be good .. i just .. i just cannot put it in words how BADLY i love this scenario !!!!!!!&lt;;/3

rin's the one their little sister stays with all of the time, it's always been this way ever since sae first left so it's only natural he's grown so soft for you! he really fucking wishes he could shut that bratty mouth of yours sometimes, but he just cannot bring himself to do it. not when you get so teary eyed over the smallest touch, cling to him 24/7 even around his teammates. you're so good for him, his best girl :(

even when you brat around, give him the cold shoulder for spending too much time at practice and away from you, and dodge his kisses as some sort of fucked up punishment - all he wants to do is shower you with his love :( he knows where you're coming from - and how badly it affected you when sae came back a whole different person, not giving you his usual smiles and playful comments anymore :( how you felt like the whole world shattered. it's only fair he makes it up to you by being the best nii chan he can be <3

BUT, as soon as sae's back from madrid and notices the way you roll her eyes at rin..how you talk back.... it makes him stir akfhas EVEN if it's aimed at his brother!! he lets you keep up this act for a little while until it ricochets back at him - until he hears you grumble something under your breath, about how he didn't call or text you enough and that u wonder what else could be more important than his sister.

"what the hell are you two doing when i'm away?" it sounds so embarrassing as they have you on your knees, face and chest pushed into the mattress and ass high, reddened and aching with the impact of sae's hand - sure to leave bruises for the next few weeks :( "you let her talk to you like that? really, rin?"

there's an agitated sigh as he has to hold your hips in a frim grip when you come for what seems like a tenth time, squeezing his fingers so tight his knuckles ache. it's been, what - probably at least an hour and you already have enough - and you're already crying into the sheets, squirming around as if you haven't learnt anything from his scolding.

rin's many things, but not a liar - and so he doesn't even try to deny the way he's nearly coming untouched at the sight of you, so fucked out already :( he's just about to tell sae that hey, s'enough, until he reaches to grab at your face gently and you scurry away :( sniffling and choking back tears, earning a look of surprise from both of your brothers - especially sae, who watches in amusement as rin's eyes darken and hand twists into your hair, giving a rough tug forward.

"hand her over." he grunts to the elder, eyes trained on your face as you give him the most pathetic look - so stuck up, as if you had any reason for it. only now does he realise that fuck, you really are such a fucking tease - such a brat, and it's about time you learned that it's not how they're to be treated. "'ve had enough of this attitude of yours, pretty."

[finneysbaseball]

headcanons of being on your period and how i think the ghost boys would react

(im on my period rn so this might be self projecting)

literally supposed to be cleaning cus I'm getting a new bed today but like

finney blake

now ik this boy would be so sweet

but so clueless

he had a mom but she didn't teach him anything about this stuff

he did research about it because gwen has her period

and he does the best he can

now he will get you pads, but he'd probably have gwen actually buy them.

he would rub your stomach if you asked

he'd let you cry on his shoulder if your pains get too bad (me rn bro)

he would be so scared of u

like you're mood swings

he'd be hiding from u bro

thats it's for my lil anxiety filled boy

robin arellano

ok for robin

he'd be so nice about it

like if u bleed on his bed? its ok! he'll get new sheets it wasn't your fault

he would def get u pads

he dont gaf whos looking

he'd be like "tf u looking at🤨" if someone even questions him

he'd lay with u in bed all day<3

and he'd lend u his jacket if u bled thru your pants

and if someone sees the leak and says someone about it?

oh god just pray for them

bruce yamada

IM LITERALLY GONNA AHHHH

this man would be sooo nice about it

likeee

he'd def go out of his way to get you everything you need

a new heating pad? done.

candy? snacks? drinks? also done.

pads? tampons? already had some in his personal bathroom for you.

wanna cuddle all day doing nothing?

UH YES

if someone said something ab you being moody he'd cuss them out

like this boy is nice

like even nice to ppl he doesn't like.

but if someone is being mean to you?

he is not taking that bro

also he'd be so nice ab your mood swings

vance hopper

ok first things first.

i hc that he has only sisters.

no boys just all girls and then him

maybe ab like 4 sisters yk

and he is absolutely a mamas boy

u cannot tell me other wise

and since he has 4 sisters he knows alot about this stuff.

know, i dont particularly think he would go out to get u pads unless he absolutely has too

and since he has 4 sisters who all have their periods (expect his youngest sister who is 6)

they would be stocked up on feminine hygiene

and his sisters would LOVEE YOUUU

you'd cuddle in his room

ok so mood swings

yk he has a temper so you would be arguing bro

his sisters would be like "🍿🍿"

while you 2 we're arguing

yk i think it would be bickering

not like "oh i hate u arguing"

like old married couple arguing

billy showalter

now i don't know much about him so pls bear with me

he wouldn't be over nervous but he wouldn't be that calm either?

you and him would go to the store and get all that you needed, his mom took you both

know imo i think he'd be just a tad embarrassed to be seen getting pads?

idk

he'd still be sweet about it

he'd make you any kind of food (well his mom but yk he poured your drink give him cred)

and then you'd both go into his room and cuddle while he read a book to you:)

ok thats it my lovelys i hope u enjoyed!

also feel free to send me headcanon requests i love making these when i have time!

[michu-writes]

hello hello !! im the anon who requested the touch starved reader and istg the post gave me butterflies i love it !! thank you so much for it <33

if it isn't any trouble, i would like to request another camilo hc post with a fem!reader who is just not having a great time during her period? on mine rn and i have always suffered through awfully painful cramps during mine, no idea why :( i have gotten used to them due to my pain tolerance being high enough to continue daily tasks w em but they still hurt like a mf nonetheless aaaa T__T this month seems to be a bad one since the pain was enough to make my knees buckle and had to breathe /really/ lightly while laying down uncomfortably to not trigger more ouchies >n< just need a lil 'milo loving since all this w the additional work i have to force myself to do and just overall uncomfy-ness of it being too warm, too cold, too itchy, too everything just makes me wanna 🤸‍♀️🕳

sorry for the long req huhu T○T take your time w this tho !! totally understand if you're uncomfortable w the req or have not enough time hehe hope you remember to drink some water and to take care babes<33 mwa mwa !!

A/N: Omg ah hello again :3! That must've suck, I'm really sorry D: ! I hope you'll feel better, and I've had some really bad period cramps as well so I feel you HAHAHS /lh

You're officially my favorite anon, you're so cute and nice like !! /lh /hj

But I hope this lightens up your mood, and sorry for the wait !

Warnings/genre: Bad period cramps, blood, headcanons, fem!reader

Camilo x fem!reader with bad period cramps headcanons

• At first he'd notice how much pain you were in, and really started to get worried. He would ask what was wrong, and once you told him you had period cramps, he understood.

• He's never experienced it, considering being male, but whenever his mother or sister were on their period, he was always there to help. So he's basically ready to take care of you.

• He'd make you stay in bed, and will make you tea and bring you something warm and/or damp to put over your stomach !!

• He would also probably make a pillow fort for you, it's so comfortable I swear oh my god

• He'd cuddle with you too if you want! His cuddles are the best!!!

• Would bring you whatever you need and want. If you're craving food, he'd ask Julieta to make it for him.

• Will always crack some jokes and talk to you to distract you from the pain in an attempt.

• Would also whisper sweet things about you, and that the pain will go over soon.

• He'd go to Dolores or Pepa for some advice as well, since it'll be easier.

• If you got any blood stains on your bed sheets or anything, he'd clean it up for you right away, so you don't have to worry!

• Though, he might think it's gross, because it's fkn blood, but gets over it easily thinking it's normal for girls-

• He's really good at comforting verbally !!!

• Just like Mirabel said, he'll never leave until he makes you smile <3

• Even though he never gets to experience it, he knows how painful and annoying period cramps could get, so he tries his best to seize it and help.

• Once he notices you're in your period, he'll switch up immediately to the "sweet, caring, kind, nice boyfriend" mode ( not like he is already or anything )

• He loves you and cares about you a lot, so always keep that in mind :3

[wandsandwheezes]

As a Kite | R.W

TW / mentions of ouid n getting h*gh , Smut, (Oral - female receiving, dirty talk, a lil dominance) other than that fluffy stuffs.

Fair warning this is basically pwp and I'm not ashamed because I am the biggest simp for my boy Ron 😍 I'll probably end up writing the 2nd part as I am a thirsty girl xoxox

Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist ❤️

@witch-and-a-half @weasleysflowr @hufflepuffgirly @theweasleysredhair

Dragging my feet up the stairs to the Gryffindor commons was like hell after a long morning in the dungeons for potions.

I had a free afternoon, one that was usually spent pestering Ron to indulge in a food adventure or a trip to the astronomy tower to get away from it all. There's nothing that I wouldn't do for my best friend. In the summer before my first year, Ron and I made a promise to always look out for each other, mainly because I was way too scared to roam Hogwarts on my own but also because He had already had the craziest first year he could've imagined. We have been inseparable since, There were never any secrets between us and to him I was an open book.

I knock on the door to the boy's dorm, hearing the giggles of the weasley boys coming from within, after a few moments a glazed eyed Ron opens the door, smile beaming at me from ear to ear. "How're we feeling this afternoon, Ronald?" I ask, the faint smell of we*d hitting my senses as I step into the room, "brilliant thanks, I'm glad you're here," he says, I take a seat on his bed, greeting the twins with a smile, "you boys wouldn't happen to be high at all, would you now?" I laugh, "As a kite, dear Y/N" George speaks, "and Georgie made some if his signature brownies, just for you" Fred adds, handing me a foil packet, which I gladly take.

Getting high with the boys was not too unusual, It's been a smell I'd familiarised myself with during my childhood spent at the Weasley home, at first it was Bill's doing, then the Twins, with Ron, Ginny and I following along soon after. I've been lucky to have a wizarding family like the Weasleys, with Molly taking pity on my mother and sister who were both muggles, offering to step in and handle the wizarding side of things with my father out of the picture - a gesture I could never repay.

Fred and George left Ron's dorm to head back to their own after hours of giggles, deciding to take a not so simple detour through the kitchens to satisfy their newfound hunger. This left Ron and I in the room alone, my fingers running through his soft hair as his head lay in my lap, "If you keep doing that, ill fall asleep..." He hums, causing me to laugh gently, pulling a little at the hairs at the back of his head. He watched my every move, dopey grin still all over his face.

"Bloody hell, I think I'm in love." Ron admits, I roll my eyes, "I know Krum's in the castle, Ronald but you're going to need to win him over with more than that." He sits up, looking at me with all seriousness, before shaking his head, "Not Krum... You. I'm in love with you, Y/N." I freeze for a second, shock is not the word I was looking for, perhaps confusion? Sure Ron was an attractive young lad and he was funny, funnier than the twins (not that I'd tell them that), he was charming, kind, strong, caring and by godric he was perfect, but in love with me? He was everything I needed, he was patient with me, he listened to every worry, he was there on my good days and bad days, yet here i am staring at his lips, wanting nothing more than for him to just kiss me. That was it.

I think I love him too, how blind have I been to not have seen this sooner. "Ron, I-" I smile grabbing his hand that had found its way to my cheek, leaning into his touch. "I love you." I breathe out, looking deep into his eyes.

I found out a lot of things about Ron that night; Number one - Ron is absolutely adorable when he's high.

Number two - Ron is literal putty in my hands as soon as I'm playing with his hair

Number three - Ron was in love with me, and I with him.

And finally, Number four - Ron is not the gentle lover I thought he would be, and I am weak the second he's whispering about all the dirty things he wants to do to me. He is a Rough lover, rougher than I expected.

He liked to take control, pinning me against the sheets, placing kisses to every piece of skin he laid his eyes on. "I can't wait to hear you moan for me, darling" he places a kiss to my forehead before resting his own against it letting go of my wrists to pull me up, hand pressed against the small of my back, "tell me if it's too much, we go as far as you want." I run my hands through his soft hair, pulling him in for a kiss, I could smell the cinnamon, a scent I'd associated with him, his kisses were powerful and spoke a thousand words to me, I pull away from his lips for a moment, trailing kisses to his ear, whispering gently to him. "I want you Ron, I need this, make me feel good..."

That was all it took to send him to overdrive, I fell in love there and then with the way his eyes darkened as we fumbled to undress each other, frantic and needy kisses being pressed against each other's skin. He pushed me back against the bed, kneeling between my thighs, as he hooks his fingers into my underewear, pulling them down my legs, a hunger in his eyes, "fuck, you're already so wet," he hums, "what is it you want first baby, my fingers or my tongue? hm? I don't hear my girl begging for anything, I may have to leave her here, untouched and needy. That sounds like fun..." I roll my eyes, big mistake, his hand grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him, "I don't expect attitude from you so early on." he warns "Beg." he almost growls, fingers ghosting over my thighs, "Use your words and tell me what you want." This side of Ron I'd never seen before and it was unlike anything I'd expect from him, but I need him. "I need your tongue baby, please Ron, I need you." that was all he needed, kisses trailed down my body to between my legs, "Good girl," he smirks, blowing gently on my clit, causing a shiver to run through my body, his tongue already on me before i could register what was going on. His tongue was skilled, licking and sucking at my already wet pussy, It was pure heaven. He pulled my clit between his teeth, sucking on it, which in turn caused me to attach my hands to his soft, gorgeous hair, keeping his lips pressed firmly against me "Don't stop, Ron, It feels so good!" I moan out, my fingers in his hair only egging him on further.

"You have no idea what you do to me," he whispers, kissing his way up my body. The sounds of laughing boys echo through the hall, growing closer and closer to the door. "for fuck's sake," he groans, reaching over to grab his wand quickly locking the door with a spell, before anyone walks in on us "colloportus!" he looks down at me with a smile, pressing a kiss to my forehead as he helps me back into my clothes. "I hope I wasn't being too much, I don't want to scare you off." I laugh, reaching up to smooth down his hair, making it less obvious that my hands had previously been tangled in his gorgeous locks. "Bloody hell, as if you couldn't get any sexier... I don't think you were doing nearly enough" I tease, He smirks, picking me up off the bed and carrying me to the door, "good, because I've hardly even started with you, Princess"

"Ron, mate if you don't open this door ill kill you myself, I'm bloody exhausted." Dean groans from the other side of the door, banging on it a little harder than he had been before "Room of requirement after dinner?" I suggest, he nods, placing me down to my feet, pressing a kiss to my lips to say goodbye, "I don't want to open the door because I'm not finished kissing you yet." I roll my eyes, grabbing my wand to unlock the door again, before swinging it open.

Seamus, Harry and Dean burst into the room, swinging their bags onto their beds, "If it was just Y/N in here I don't see why you had to lock the door," Dean whines, Harry scanning over Ron's face, to his hand which is still gently holding onto mine, "I think we may have been interrupting something here, guys" he speaks, crossing his arms looking between the two of us, cueing me to slip out of the room before there are any more questions "Shove off, Harry" Ron jokes, his eyes following my movements to the door, I poke my head back into the room, "Oi, make sure you save me one of George's brownies for after dinner, don't scoff them all!" I smile at the boys innocently, "I will do, Ba-Y/N" Ron quickly corrects himself, nobody catching onto his slip up, "Don't have too much fun without me!" I laugh, Ron responding quickly "I wouldn't dream of it."

[iamthejinyouarethejin]

forever and always (for chim requested by anon!)

warnings: fluff, and some angst, jimin was being kinda jerky for a lil bit (i'm not trying to represent chim in any way negative, i love him too much... ^^)

a/n: enjoy! (sorry anon for how late this is! i’ve been trying to finish this book for school.)

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"chim, come to bed, baby."

"..." y/n placed her small cup of tea on jimin's desk, resting a hand on his shoulder.

"jimin-"

"hold on, baby. i'm working."

"you've been working all day."

"yeah, because i make the most money." he scoffed. "you never leave me alone.”

"chim, don't be like that. c'mon, baby." she tried massaging him, but he coldly flinched away. jimin had been working on the new project for a while, it was going great, but the last time he had spent any time with y/n was at least 4 weeks ago.

"y/n... just give me some time."

"jimin, it's 12 am, come on." he growled under his breath. "jimin-"

"y/n. unless you're actually gonna be useful and do something for once, just go to sleep." he turned towards her, raising his brows. "that's what i thought."

“i-”

“oh uh, can’t you like… go somewhere tomorrow?”

“what?”

“i need quiet.”

“oh. sure baby.”

and she left. he didn't actually want her to leave, but he told her to, and he was already regretting it.

her heart ached a little more than she expected it to, her eyes glossy with anticipation of a random sob escaping from her lips, but it never did. she sat quietly on their shared bed, covered her mouth, and cried like she never had before. do you know how long she'd been waiting to hear him finally say it? for him to finally express his anger? his irritation? she thought it'd be relieving, but it only hurt her more. so maybe it was time. time for her to do what she knew was necessary. she'd go and stay with her parents for a bit, or get away with her sister. her heart broke more and more as she thought about how serious his eyes were as he spoke, as if he meant it, which he didn't, but she didn't know that. but no. it wasn't time... she was going to wait it out. do you know why? because she had such an uncanny, relentless love for Park Jimin, that if he degraded every ounce of her being (she'd leave), but she'd still think about him and still love him more than anyone.

y/n curled herself up under the comforter, trying to somewhat silence her sniffles... impossible. maybe he'd be better in the morning.

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"jimin?" she peeped. "chim, baby?' his pillow was unruffled and so were the sheets. he hadn't been to sleep. "gosh, jimin. you just can't do the simplest stuff.”

y/n walked to the kitchen, clearly irritated beyond account, looking for something to cook.

“good morning.” she said. he sat at the small cottage table in the kitchen, tapping away at his phone. “jimin-”

“what, y/n?” she shook her head and walked away. the whole day was full of failed attempts to speak to him, and none of them worked, so… she just stopped. on some days she’d be persistent and try to get him to at least look up from her computer, but he’d just say, “hold on.” and never stop. so… she didn’t try anymore. days went by and he’d speak to her randomly, trying to make her smile, but she’d brush him away. sometimes he’d flirt, but that sure didn’t do anything.

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“i wonder how many i’ll need.” y/n carefully folded her tank tops, neatly setting them side by side in her suitcase. she was going to visit her parents for a couple of days, just to relax. she truly just wanted to give jimin time to work and not be a nuisance. “or maybe I’ll take this one instead. I dunno-”

"y/n?" his voice was soft and timid. "baby?"

"chim?" her voice perked up more than she'd expected.

“baby, where are you going?” his tone was nothing but anxious and needy. “baby?”

“i told you earlier babe-” she sighed.

“i probably-”

“wasn’t listening? yeah, figures.”

“y/n? are you mad at me?” (why would i be? 🙄) y/n motioned for her husband to come and lay beside her.

“i’m so sorry, baby. i've been neglecting you and i'm wrong for that. i love you so much, y/n.” he paused. “i didn’t mean what i said the other night. i promise you that-” his eyes were filled with despair, tugging at y/n’s heart.

“baby… it’s okay. you know i just want what’s best for you.” she gently touch his cheek. it wasn’t ok, he knew that, but she had a chance to let him know how she felt, and she was taking it. “it really hurt. w-when you said that, i mean, but i know that you’ve been working so hard on the project for such a long time all by yourself, and…” jimin peppered her cheek with kisses, catching a salty tear trailing down y/n’s face.

“hey. hey, don’t cry, baby.” he laughed. “or i’m gonna cry because i’m an idiot.” y/n jokingly nodded, running a hand through his hair. “whatever you want to do. i’ll buy you anything. we can go anywhere you want, baby.”

“i just want you.” he stared into her eyes, smiling to himself.

“ok.” and with that, he curled up into her pushing her back on the bed. “I love you.” he broke into a fit of babyish giggles, staring up at y/n with his beautiful brown eyes.

“i love you too.”

“forever and always?” he smiled.

“forever and always.”

[mourntheantagonist]

I'm so sorry to hear that you're sick 💛 I hope things are as good as they can be for you. Take care of yourself 💛

And OH, Harringrove and the Party headcanons?

I love the idea of the Party playing D&D at Steve's (because he provides the best snacks and has a big TV they can watch later and a proper rec room and El and Max come round and go in the pool when they get bored instead of trying to drag the boys away BUT mostly because they love Steve!)

And anyway. Steve joins in sometimes, but only for causal games because he never really had the attention span for it, so mostly he and Billy just do their own thing. Cuddles on the sofa or cooking together or something like that.

Except one time.

When they're watching a movie and Billy's getting distracted by the argument the kids are having over their plan for the super important quest. And Steve wonders if he's getting upset by the raised voices (because Dustin and Mike especially have pretty heated arguments at times) but then Billy growls in annoyance and strides into the rec room.

And Steve panics, thinking he's angry at the kids for making so much noise.

But instead he sits down, calls their plan stupid, points out all the things they SHOULD do (which are all these things Will had been quietly suggesting but he'd been ignored) and basically shows a LOT of very detailed D&D knowledge.

He ends up getting totally drawn in to the game, and by the next campaign, Will's made him a whole character sheet with a lil illustration!

🍒

oh I adore this !! also thanks for sending this when I was sick 💙 I’m feeling a lot better now

also, preface: my knowledge of d&d is 🤏🏼 minuscule

they’d totally make the switch from mikes basement to steve’s house. their ever expanding party can no longer fit it the cooped up space under the wheeler house and there’s also the added benefit of being able to be loud and obnoxious and not have to worry about ted wheeler shutting it down. and steve house is just so much better for a good time. it’s like it was built for parties. the big new tv, the pool, ping pong and pool tables in the garage. they spend as much time there as possible. and yes of course, the main reason is they love steve!! steve is the only adult they can all stand to be around, despite will’s defense of jonathan, mike doesn’t see the enjoyment in spending time with his older sister’s boyfriend. just don’t remind him that steve is her ex.

steve pretends to be annoyed by it. greeting the party with a scoff whenever they show up to his house unannounced, but he truly did enjoy having them around, bringing life in the once dead and empty house.

steve typically watched them do their thing from afar, sometimes hang out with el when she didn’t feel like playing. they’d watch a new movie together that steve brought home from family video and snack on the wide variety of chips and crackers and dips that somehow were always stocked on his shelves. sure his parents weren’t home much, but they were sure to keep him well fed.

but other times, he’ll just be so intrigued in what they’re doing that he’ll join in on the fun. It’s not really his thing, however. he likes games that have a solid end and don’t go on for hours. that’s why you’ll never convince him to play monopoly. it also just requires too much focus and engagement for his liking, he prefers more mindless games. It’s sometimes still lonely for him even with his house full of teenagers, because he’s often listening to them scream from the rec room from the comfort of the couch in his living room. popcorn bowl in hand, watching back to the future for what seems to be the hundredth time.

that’s until he starts dating billy and soon there’s another frequent visitor to his house.

they tried to keep things between them on the downlow for a while. billy only coming over at night after all the kids had left to ensure no unannounced guests arrived. but the one time they decided to veer from that system was also the same time the whole party barged in through his front door and heard some... unsavory sounds coming from the top of the stairs. and there was no denying it at that point. billy’s camaro was parked out front and they’ve already scarred them for life.

it wasn’t necessarily surprising that they were all cool with it, but it was surprising when they constantly told steve he should invite billy over when they were all hanging out. he felt weird about it for a while, and so did billy. they never considered the idea they’d get to actually be with each other publicly or in the presence of others so it was a foreign idea for them. but one day billy decides to drive max directly to steve’s house instead of dropping her off at the wheeler’s. and he decides to stay, as if it wasn’t the plan all along.

it takes a couple of occasions for the two to progress from just sitting on the couch beside each other, to holding hands, to cuddling, all the way to kissing in front of the group. every time they made a little step forward in that arena it felt really good when the kids didn’t even bat an eye. except for kissing, but they would have that reaction no matter who they were. and the gagging noises it elicited made them only want to do it more.

billy never seemed to show much interest in the games from steve’s point of view, always seeming so content with just the two of them lying on the living room couch watching whatever movie he snagged that day.

but this time he looks pissed off. he’s got that same expression on his face when someone cuts him off or is going too slow in the passing lane. the kids are being a little rowdy, he’ll admit that, but it’s not more than usual. but maybe this was billy’s last straw.

when billy gets up from the couch, steve would be lying if he said he wasn’t worried for what he might do. but he was also just as scared of standing in his way because that man walked like he was on a goddamn mission.

billy gently pushes dustin out of his chair and takes a seat, earning a confused ‘what the fuck dude?’ out of him.

and he basically calls them all a bunch of idiots and tells them what they should be doing. and they all want to argue with him (except for will obviously) because billy doesn’t know anything about d&d!! except what he says makes perfect sense and they can’t argue with him if they wanted to.

and then he doesn’t leave where he’s sitting at the table. excuses it as him needing to be there to keep them from arguing. except the reason he stays is because he likes it. brings him back to the days when he was around their age playing the same game in the basement of his own friends house.

and eventually he does start joining in on future campaigns. by now he’s got his own character and everyone is always talking about how it’s great having a barbarian in the group because “steve made a terrible barbarian”. that would always come with a loud “hey!” from the other room, because they always said it loud enough to hear.

at first steve thought he’d be upset that billy started playing with the kids and not spending the time with him, but he just loved watching billy get along with everyone. it made it worth it to see billy so loose and free like that, and it wasn’t like billy didn’t make time for him afterwards...

[crystxlclear]

sudden desire

chapter three: so, maybe i’m not okay

part four of sudden desire

prologue / one / two / masterlist

in which two best friends won’t admit they’re in love so decide to have a baby together instead.

pairing: marcus pike x original female character

word count: 2.5k (short lil chapter today!)

warnings: mentions of illness? other than that, none that i can think of? maybe the tiniest smidge of angst if you squint

Coraline has always been close to her father. One of her very first memories involved her perched on his shoulders at a Fleetwood Mac gig. He'd managed to sneak Cora, her brother, Daniel, and her heavily pregnant mom side-stage — the perks of him managing the venue at the time, in between jobs — and he'd cried when he'd heard her singing along to his favourite band. The show was all she'd talked about for a solid two weeks. Sure, the memories were a little grainy and probably warped by a crackly VHS tape of her mother's that she used to watch almost every day, but they were memories she held onto it as tightly as she could.

It was her father who took her first (dreadful) headshots, and him who she'd turned to when her sister died, and him who'd persuaded her that leaving everything and everyone she knew and loved back in Michigan to settle down in California (and then, later, D.C.) was a good idea. She owes her dad a lot, which is why the phone call has been playing on her mind all day.

The call came at 3am. She'd only fallen asleep two hours earlier, after Loren had arrived to pick up Maisie an hour late, hair a mess and rushing to apologise. Marcus had left a little while later and she'd practically collapsed into bed a few minutes later. She'd been woken by the low humming of her phone vibrating against her bedside table as it shot light through her dimly lit bedroom. She'd groaned uncomfortably and reached for it, cheek wedged awkwardly between her pillows and the mattress and legs tangled wildly in the sheets (Scott had always said she wriggled a lot in her sleep, but she'd always assumed he was exaggerating, until she slept alone).

She'd scowled when she'd seen it was her dad; he knew her schedule, and she'd told him she was up early when they'd spoken earlier that day. He never rings her late and it takes a moment for the frustration of being woken early by her phone to bleed away into worry and concern.

"Hello?" She'd croaked our groggily. "Are you okay? Is mom okay?"

She'd been met with a chuckle. His voice was low and gruff when it came, unusually thick and strangled. "Hey, Corrie." There was shuffling on the other end, hushed voices floating in and out of focus, until the phone went silent enough to think that maybe he'd hung up and hadn't meant to disturb her at all.

She'd scowled but her phone assured her he was still on the line. "Dad?" She'd called out to him. The panic had begun to rise when it wasn't his voice that replied.

"Coraline," her mother's soft voice breathed out. It was like a sigh of relief. "Sorry to bother you." Her French accent tipped the corner of her words. It always got stronger when she was upset or worried or scared, and it was especially thick now.

"What's wrong?"

Another pause. "Your father is in the hospital."

"What?" She’s suddenly holy upright, fear turning her blood to ice.

"He's fine, don't worry." She'd assured her. "He’s had some problems with his breathing again. They're doing some tests."

She'd almost booked a flight back to Michigan, almost abandoned filming and ran back home to make sure her dad was okay. The last time he'd been in hospital, it had been touch and go, and they'd spent an entire day huddled at his bedside in fear, just in case he'd stopped breathing. It was touch and go, and she couldn't live with herself if the worst happened and she never got to say goodbye to the man she owed so much to. She'd been in the process of scanning over the next flights on her laptop when her dad had taken the phone back from her mom and practically demanded that she stay in D.C.

Eventually, she'd relented. He'd promised to update her and she'd told them she loved them both before hanging up. But the phone call had sent her entire day into a tailspin.

She’d tried to sleep the extra hour and a half before she had to haul herself to work but her mind was running too wild for that. Even despite the reassurances, worry was plaguing her thoughts and panic was forcing her eyes open. Everything was just too much.

The last time it had happened, she'd had Scott. It was back when things were good, and he'd held her as she'd finally fallen asleep, curled up against him in an uncomfortable hospital chair.

But, now, he’s gone. Now, then, she was stood on set alone, trying her best to bite back a yawn and the tears, with so much concealer hiding the dark circles under her eyes that she can feel it clinging desperately to her skin. And, of course, life had picked the day when they had the most action scenes to film to deprive her of sleep.

Her entire body ached. She isn't sure how she's still standing after the first hour of work, with her legs protesting with every movement. Two hours of sleep and the running and the jumping and the endless stunts had sapped every last scrap of energy from her bones. She'd carried on stoically for most of the morning but she's truly never been more grateful for a lunch hour before, when she finds herself curled up against the couch in her trailer, passing out even despite the panic still swelling in her chest. She'd been surprised when she hadn't cried — maybe she was just too exhausted and her body simply couldn't muster the tears — but she's grateful she manages to keep the tears in because she doesn't want to haul herself back to set with mascara tears on her cheeks.

She’s even more grateful when she makes it home after a day that feels like five rolled into one and the scattered couch cushions look far too inviting for her to ignore.

It's an uncomfortable sleep and she wakes with the beginnings of a headache thrumming through her skull and a stiffness in her spine that she can't seem to straighten out. She's not sure how long she's managed to sleep — barely half an hour, she assumes — because she's woken by a soft knock on the door instead of the alarm she'd set on her phone. It wakes her with a jolt and she can't help but groan at the aching protests her limbs give when she stands. She shuffles across the apartment to the door and Marcus is stood there, smiling, his suit jacket and tie draped across his arm.

She's half dressed too - only he looks a damn sight better than she does, because his hair isn't dishevelled and messy and his shirt isn't twisted half way around his torso. She shouldn't have slept in her clothes but at least she had the hindsight to take off the stiff jeans. Except, now, she’s startlingly aware she’s standing before Marcus in nothing but her underwear and an unforgivably tight tank top.

"Good evening, Sunshine." He grins, that smile that makes her think that maybe he should be the one she called 'Sunshine'. "I brought you coffee." An odd offering at nine on a Wednesday evening but she’d been complaining, via text, about the lack of quality caffeine all day. Marcus offers her a polystyrene takeout cup as he steps inside.

"Lifesaver," she mumbles as she grabs it by the flimsy top and shuffles towards the kitchen to pour it into her unused Death Cab for Cutie mug — the mug her brother bought her three birthdays ago — and sips on the coffee. It's far too hot but she doesn't care; she needs the caffeine just to keep her eyes open. She grabs the blanket that she’s been sleeping under and wraps it around her waist, hyper-aware that she’s still wandering around in her underwear. She’s almost too tired to care.

"Are you okay?" It’s almost like he can tell. Though, she’s sure it probably has something to do with the dark bags beneath her eyes. She’s sure it probably looks like she’s been punched square in the face.

She shrugs. "I'll be fine. 'm just tired," She hums. Coraline slumps back against the couch cushions, pulls a thick blanket back over her body and lets her eyes flutter shut again. She groans and pinches the bridge of her nose.

"Bad night sleep?" There’s bags and piles of fresh laundry piled on the chair he usually sits on, a product of Coraline’s half-hearted attempt at productivity. Instead, he resigns and sits down beside her at the opposite end of the couch, lifting her legs absentmindedly to rest in his lap, sipping on his own drink, and smiling at her sympathetically as she stifles a yawn against the back of her hand.

Her eyes drag towards him when she opens them again. They rest on his face, studying everything from the softness of his brow and the curve of his prominent nose, to the scattering of facial hair that dances across his jaw, small patches of grey poking through at the edges. She’s glad he kept it after whatever undercover work he’d been assigned to before they’d even met. "If I tell you it was the worst night sleep I'd ever had, in my entire life, would that make me sound dramatic?"

"You? Dramatic?" Marcus scoffs and a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. His free hand rests on her leg; he draws patterns against her skin but she’s not even sure he realises he’s doing it. "Never."

“Shut up.” Coraline glares at him but smiles, regardless. "Well, I think I'm allowed a pass today."

His face falls at her words. "What happened?"

She sighs and takes a hand through her hair. "My dad-" She eyes him as he watches her intently, brown eyes soft and comforting. "-he's ill again."

Cora had told him about her dad's illness, about how she worried he'd wind up back there again, in the hospital, that things would be worse this time. He'd listened to her like what he was saying was the most important thing in the world and she'd almost cried when he'd held her in a hug a little longer than usual. It was that night that she’d tried to ask him about his past; she wasn’t sure if he was trying to avoid telling her because he didn’t trust her or because it held things he didn’t want to relive. She half-hoped it was the latter, but she hated to think that he might be bottling things up, things he didn’t want her to know or didn’t feel comfortable sharing.

She wishes he’d tell her things. She’ll understand, no matter what it was. She’ll listen, like he does to her, for as long as he needs, as long as he wants.

It’s almost comical how different they are in that sense. Marcus is reserved, closed off, but in way that doesn’t suit him. It’s like whatever exists there, whatever memories lingered, had been withered by sadness, by something or someone, until there’s a barrier guarding his secrets and story that he hasn’t meant to build. She sees the softness in his eyes when she tells him her stories or shares her fears, like his heart is aching to spill the details of his past. Like he can’t let it out. It works for his job — undercover work, secrets, classified information — but somehow it doesn’t suit the smile and the softness of his words as he illuminates Coraline’s darkness.

Coraline, on the other hand, finds her words spilling from her chest before she can even hold them back. She’s not sure if it’s just him — the reassuring smiles, the soft brush of a hand, the gentle voice — but they pour from her at an almost embarrassing speed, like a waterfall of words cascading at regrettable speed. She’s not even entirely sure that she won’t spill her secrets to the next stranger in the street who offers her a smile. But that works for her job; people prying, picking her apart like vultures, scavengers of information found tucked away out of reach. It’s the worst part of the job description, to expect someone to know every detail of your private life, but she often thinks she’s open enough to sate them, until they leave her alone at last.

On paper, they make no sense. Jobs, the polar opposite, necessary privacy mixed with relentless publicity. Open and closed doors. But Coraline thinks, perhaps, that’s why they work. It balances them both out.

Marcus reaches over and catches her hand in his. There's barely any space between them because of the way they’re sat, with her feet prodding at his knees. "I'm sorry, Cora," he whispers, his thumb running over her knuckles softly.

After a shaky smile, gazes locked for maybe a little too long, Coraline stands up and smooths out her shirt. As much as she appreciates it, and appreciates him, she doesn't want to cry. Not today. "It'll be okay." She scrapes her thumb under her eyes, brushing away the black smudges that she's sure have formed underneath her eyes, and finishes the last of her coffee. "Everything will be okay."

Cora isn't entirely sure she believes that.