#Letting him dress himself best decision I’ve ever made

[sleepybelphie]

Someone woke up in a playboy bunny mood—

Not just the weather

[bookshelf-dust]

you have hearts for eyes

sirius black x fem!reader

word count: 5,451

warnings: minimal swearing, kind of modern!au, reader has insecurities about being inexperienced, very slight suggestive material, fluff/comfort

a/n: hello! i’ve been working on this fic for what feels like forever, and i am so happy to be done with it and to share it with you. i know my audience for sirius is a bit smaller, but i’m hoping some of you will appreciate and enjoy it and maybe find something in it. it means a lot to me and writing it definitely helped me work through some of my own struggles. please let me know what you think!! i love you so much. happy reading <333

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Sirius’ apartment is really quite sweet. The walls are dark and draped with tapestries, ones you would never know where to find. Someplace you’re unfamiliar with, surely.

Of course you know it wouldn’t be nearly this nice without all of Remus’ help. Sirius thinks choosing to live across the hall from one another was the best decision they ever made. He had wanted to share a place with both Remus and James, but that was before Lily snatched him away.  

The couch is a deep wine color, the cushions bearing imprints from all the hands and backs and bottoms that have embraced them. He’s cracked the living room windows open, allowing the spring air to seep in.

He’s been pacing back and forth from the window where he’d be able to see your car pull up, and looking out the peephole on his front door. He pulls it open just as you’ve raised your hand to knock (despite having a key), making you jump. A boyish grin spreads across his face as he drags his eyes down your figure. 

“Well, Christ, don’t you look gorgeous.”

You feel the tips of your ears burn. One of your hands flies to rest on your lower belly. You put on a dress today; a lovely, long sundress you purchased in a short-lived moment of bravery, one you’ve never worn around him. Actually, you’ve never worn a dress around Sirius, period. Skirts, sure. But he has never seen you in something like this.

“Oh, quit that,” you mutter, dipping under his arm to enter his home. 

He turns around to watch you walk in as he pushes the door shut. “I will not.” He takes your bag from your shoulder, setting it on a stool just under the kitchen island. “Do a spin for me, love. That color looks so perfect on you.”

You oblige, letting yourself have this one moment where you lean into his flirting. His eyes follow the curve of your waist, the dress hugging it so gently where you’ve tied the strings around your back. The way the fabric drapes down your spine and is light enough that he can see each move you make, each effortless shift of your limbs. He has to be careful not to let his jaw fall open.

You complete your turn, stomach flipping at the look on his face. You scramble for something to say, to hide the way he’s flustered you.

“Okay, okay. No need to pretend to ogle anymore. All I did was put on regular people clothes.”

Sirius’ brows knit together. Pretend? Do you think he’s doing this just to flatter you? Just because he’s a naturally flirty man? He wants to toss you over his shoulder and show you how perfect you are. He crosses his arms.

“No pretending here, love. You do look stunning in that little number and I feel blessed that you have graced me with your presence while wearing it.” He shoots a wink in your direction. 

You run a hand over your collarbone and twist to plant yourself on his couch. He follows you, tucking himself into your side, his thigh pressed to yours. You can feel his gaze on you. 

“You’re terrible at taking compliments, you know that?” He gingerly takes your hand away from where it’s scratching at your neck and keeps it in his, subconsciously tracing the lines embedded in your palm. 

Your eyes fall on his fingers, watching the way his rings glint in the fading sunlight. “I did know that, yes.”

“Give me a compliment then,” he says, attempting to display how one can accept a compliment. Part of him knows he’ll go red once you give him that attention. 

You look at him, your mind swirling with every sweet thing you’ve ever wanted to say to him but kept to yourself because all this flirting doesn’t leave you as easily as it does him. 

“Your hair looks very pretty,” you let out, softly. A smile wide enough to expose his dimples spreads across his face. 

“Does it?” He gives his head a shake, the dog-like movement making you laugh. “I haven’t brushed it today.”

You tuck a strand behind his ear. “Would you like me to do it for you? I could braid it for you after so it won’t get tangled tonight.” 

That gesture comes from you so naturally that it makes Sirius swoon. You want to do that simply for his convenience and because it might make things a bit better on him. And he’ll be damned if the thought of your fingers touching his scalp and your nails on his neck doesn’t sound like the best thing since…well he hasn’t got a reference for that. But you’re often so shy when it comes to physical affection, and this just might make his entire life.  

This pool of thoughts must be showing on his face, because you suddenly look very flustered. He wouldn’t be surprised if he had hearts in his eyes to replace his pupils.

“I’d love it if you did. You really don’t mind?” he asks, already shifting to sit on the floor in front of you, trying not to make you feel too nervous because he knows you’re branching out just based on your actions since you arrived. 

“Nope. I love to braid hair,” you say, feeling a chill run down your spine seeing him settled between your legs like this, feeling the warmth of him through your dress and being able to really look at him—even if it’s just the backside of him—without feeling so shy.

Sirius grins to himself. He’s realized that you do keep a lot of things to yourself, and though he likes to think he’s cracked away at a bit of your shell in the time he’s known you, there is still so much he doesn’t know. 

“Did you know that Remus can braid?” he asks you, closing his eyes at the feel of your pinky fingernail parting his hair down the middle. 

You giggle. He could get drunk off that sound, and he knows so. It leaves him dazed. “Can he?”

“Apparently so. His mum taught him and used to have him do her hair because he was better at it than she was.”

“Well, that’s sweet. I should have him do mine. Test his skills. How’d you find out he could do it?”

Sirius lets out a breath of a laugh, “He did mine for a Quidditch match once. Mcgonagall used to fuss that I’d rip all my hair out if I didn’t contain it.”

You’re braiding his hair very slowly, much slower than you’d do yours or anyone else’s. His hair is so soft, and much thicker than you had realized. It’s got a wave to it, one you think you would be a bit more defined if he put some product in it. You’re enjoying the feel of it in your hands, the heat of his scalp against your skin. 

You’re losing yourself in it so much that you almost miss his words.

“I bet you guys had a lot of fun playing together,” you say, knowing that kind of bond must be one of the best things in the world. You tuck the strands of hair at the base of his neck in so they don’t droop when you’re finished.

Sirius wraps a hand around your ankle, and your eyes widen. 

“I wish we’d been friends then,” he tells you. Your nervous system is sent into overdrive, trying to adapt to such a casually intimate touch and the fact that he’s dwelling on the past. 

You tie off the end of one braid and start on the other. You exhale through your nose. “I don’t think we could’ve been.”

Sirius’ eyes open at this. He fights the urge to spin around and face you, but knows you’re concentrating, and he has the feeling that not staring at you directly is why you’re suddenly being so open with him. 

“Why?” he asks. Why couldn’t you have been? He’s always been friendly. Sure, he was much more rowdy in school, but he never would’ve tried to intimidate you. 

“We ran in different circles, you know? I certainly knew who you and the boys were, but everyone did.” Sirius’ brows furrow as he listens more intently than he knew he was capable of. “Though no one really knew who I was, except for my professors, of course. I was even more shy and reserved then, if you can believe that. I never really fit in, and I never found my people.”

“I sort of just…observed everyone. I did my best in class and tried to be social, but nothing ever stuck. I think there’s only one person I keep in touch with from Herbology. I learned at some point that I was going to be alone, and I might as well make the best of it.”

“So I guess what I’m saying is that we couldn’t have been because I’m not sure you ever would’ve seen me.”

The silence that follows your last few words is deafening, and all you hear is the sound of your blood rushing in your ears and your nails scratching against his hair as you finish the other braid. 

When he feels the tie rest against his neck, he forces the words up from where they’ve been sitting in his throat. “Love, I…”

He turns around so quickly you think he might’ve given himself whiplash. He’s giving you puppy dog eyes, and you hate that he’s feeling sappy over you and your pitiful school experience—or lack thereof. 

“Weren’t you lonely?” he questions, resting his hands on your knees. 

You start to fidget with one of your rings. “Of course I was. I know for lots being at Hogwarts are some of the best years of your life. But mine were very hard. I was extremely lonely, but I just learned how to be my own friend and do things that made me happy.”

“Plus I made great relationships with the professors, which helped me in getting a real job. And if that hadn’t happened…I’d never have really met you. Don’t feel bad for me, okay? It’s no big deal.”

Your words are followed by a poignant pause.

So much starts to click for Sirius, and all it does is break his heart. You give him a shy smile, and fuck, you’re absolutely right. He can’t remember what you looked like then, doesn’t remember seeing you in any of his courses. And he knows you’re a badass, but thinking about how he always had a circle, people he’d trust with his life and go to when he needed them, compared to how you were completely alone…that hurts. You deserve to be loved, praised, shown off to the world. You’re only a bit more outgoing now, and he knows much of that is owed to him and James. Remus is your introverted confidant. 

Sirius stands up and moves to sit next to you on the couch. 

“How could I not feel bad for you? Love, you’ve grown so accustomed to being alone that you don’t think it’s a big deal—not having a circle. You’ve accepted it, and I hate that you have felt so alone for so long.”

“Sirius, really, it’s—”

“Can I ask you something?” He blurts out the words, causing you to blink a bit. 

“You just did.”

“Please?” 

“Yes.”

“Have you ever had a boyfriend?”

Oh. That’s not where you were expecting this conversation to go. And this is one of the most embarrassing things to talk about. Especially with him, because you know he’s experienced. You’ve heard the stories.

Sirius takes your silence as encouragement to continue, scrambling to explain why he’d ask this. 

“Obviously you’ve been around us, you know James and Lily and—whatever, you know. And we sometimes talk about relationships or escapades and you always retreat when that happens. Is that…is that why?”

You swallow, ignoring the slight pressure behind your eyes. Fuck, this is embarrassing. Especially at your age, and knowing you’re behind everyone you know. It is hard to hear them talk about relationships or hookups. Most definitely when it’s Sirius. 

“No. I’ve never had a boyfriend.” 

Sirius blinks. He can’t understand how any guy could look at you and not want you all to themselves. That’s what he wants. 

“I’ve never even held hands romantically, Sirius. Isn’t that pathetic?” You feel the need to make sure he knows you realize how pitiful it truly is. 

Alarm bells ring in his head. 

“Darling, no. It’s not pathetic.” He searches your face, noticing the way you’re retreating from him. “Look at me, please?” He tracks your smile lines, each freckle or mark on your skin until you meet his eyes. His own brighten at your willingness to listen. “There she is.” 

Something about those words shoot straight to your stomach, butterflies smacking against your insides, begging to be let out. 

“Why do you think that’s pathetic, love?” He’s asking you seriously. That bitter voice, the one you’ve shoved deep inside the back of your mind, claws its way forward. It must be easy to think it’s not pathetic when you’re so experienced. Because you haven’t met the ache that comes from lacking what others have. You shake your head. 

“Because it is, Sirius.” He opens his mouth, but figures this isn’t the time to bicker. His jaw falls shut just as quickly. “I am twenty-two years old, and I have never had any romantic interactions, despite the fact that I have been desperate for one for years.” He knows you’re really letting your emotions fly when you begin to talk with your hands.

“It is so gut-wrenching sometimes to see people be so happy in their relationships. It’s hard for me to listen to our discussions when they delve into each of your experiences, because it tugs on my insecurities, and I try my best to hide it, but it does hurt.”

“Truthfully, I’m at a point where not only am I ashamed of all of this, but I’m afraid that a kiss, or a hug, or anything—that I just won’t feel anything. That maybe I will never understand what affection or love feels like and it’ll always be something I imagine. And my imagination only goes so far. There’s such a disconnect, and I can’t feel those things.” 

You rub at your temples. “So that’s why. I’m behind everyone else my age, and I wish I wasn’t.”

That little bit of anger you’ve worked so hard to suppress bubbles up in your chest. You worry he’ll say something that pushes it out, that he’ll give you that same spiel everyone else does—

“I could try and help you with your romantic interactions.” 

Your breath catches. Sirius’ gray eyes bore into yours. 

“But I’ll have you know,” he continues, “that I understand how you think you’re behind, especially with the stupid shit we talk about, and I don’t think it matters. You’re on a different path than I’ve been, but it’s not as though you’ll never do those things. Frankly, I can’t see why no one’s jumped your bones to date.”

Your nervous system feels so confused. At once you’re fighting that bout of frustration, and feeling your heart pick up at the idea of this actually being a possibility. 

“Did I braid your hair too tight?” you mutter. 

Sirius laughs, tossing his head back to reveal a glorious neck. “No, love.” He places a hand on your knee. “Now, be genuine when you answer this for me, alright?” He waits for your nod and then leans in close enough that you can feel his breath on your collar bones. 

“Is it really that difficult to see how enamored I am with you?”

Huh?

Sirius laughs again. Shit, did you say that out loud? 

“You did say that out loud.”

You slap your hand over your mouth. “I’m sorry,” you rush out, “that was supposed to stay in my head.” But all of the small things he’s done, all of the romantic things—cooking you dinner, helping you zip your dresses, buying you jewelry, even just making you feel seen—come rushing to the forefront of your mind. Perhaps you didn’t want to believe it. Or maybe you couldn’t believe someone would feel romantically about you and decided to block out any of his loving gestures.

He’s staring straight into your eyes, and it’s like he’s cast a spell on you, because you feel like you could spill your guts right then and there. And maybe it’s best you do. 

“I think maybe I’ve just convinced myself you’re sweet to everyone? That you’re a loverboy at heart and so it hasn’t meant anything more for you to be sweet to me.”

“Sweet on you,” he says. 

You blink.

“I am sweet on you, love. While I won’t deny that I am a flirt at heart and do my best to charm most anyone, I have dedicated my time to you as of late. Truth be told, I'd quite like to be your loverboy.” He pauses, looking over your face, a grin spreading across his. “But I suppose your inexperience explains why you’ve been so oblivious.” He’s made himself laugh now. 

You lean forward and smack him on the bicep, and even though it is a firm hit, there’s no malice in it, especially with that smile on your face. He’s not wrong at all—you have been oblivious. 

Sirius falls back dramatically onto the couch, feigning severe pain. “Fuck, you’ve wounded me.”

You roll your eyes, watching how he clutches his arm and gasps for air. His braids are splayed out, his cheeks a shade of rosy pink. He looks so…gorgeous. You’re in awe of him. It’s like when you stare at the statue of David, just completely entranced by how beautiful this man made of marble is. That’s how looking at Sirius feels. Taking in something so soft and knowing it should be handled with care. 

You hold out your hands, wiggling your fingers. “Alright, come on. You’ll recover.”

Sirius grabs hold of you, allowing you to hoist him up. When you do, you could easily touch noses. There’s a new tension in the room, one you’re sure anyone would be able to feel if there were more people there. 

You look down when you realize Sirius hasn’t let go of your hands. “So, what do you say?” he asks, bringing your attention back to his face.

Say something, you tell yourself. You’re just staring at each other, and you’ve got to speak. Your heart is pounding, rattling your rib cage. You want to have all of these experiences, you really do, but it’s also so terrifying to think about the vulnerability that comes with them. Though…it’s Sirius. And if you’re being truly honest, you’ve always wished it’d be him. That he’d look at you…the way he is now.

“I—I’d really like that. If you’d really like to deal with my clumsiness and all.” You give him a shy smile, and suddenly he’s threading his fingers with yours. He raises his hands, forcing you to do the same. Your fingers are intertwined, his hand engulfing yours, which is undoubtedly much smaller. 

You’re holding hands.

“Look, love. Now you’ve held hands romantically.” He laughs a little at the look on your face, one he’s sure is a result of the awe you’re in. You’ve never done this before. It feels so nice to have his hands in yours. They’re so warm, and sparks are shooting up your wrists. You feel giddy. 

You bite your lip in an effort to suppress the excitement that is practically begging to come out. He sees it though. “Is this making you happy, darling?” he asks. You nod enthusiastically, your ears burning. “Perfect. And about what you said, I did warn you that I was head over heels for you, so I might be so weak in the knees that I’ll be clumsy too.” He winks.

You squeeze his fingers experimentally. A little nervously. “You’re sure you want to do all this with me?”

Sirius squeezes back, his thumbs rubbing over your skin. “Of course I am. You trust me, don’t you?” He already knows the answer to that, but how could he not make sure that you feel safe with him?

“Always,” you say. 

“Good.” He glances down at your clasped fingers. “Wanna keep holding hands? It’s rather nice, isn’t it?”

You giggle, and he swears his insides turn to jelly at how sweet the sound is. “I think I’ve been spoiled now,” you say. “I might always want to hold your hands.”

Sirius presses a gentle kiss to your knuckle, locking eyes with you as he does it. Your heart kicks against your throat, your chest aching with the lack of air you’re getting. 

“You think you’re spoiled now? Best prepare yourself then, love.”

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Sirius was right.

And that was confirmed when he gave you your first real hug. Not the quick hug you give your grandmother or your friend on the way out the door. But one of those hugs you’ve always seen in muggle romantic comedies or read about in your novels. The kind of hug you’ve never been able to fully wrap your mind around, but have imagined more than is healthy. When you lay in bed at night, clutching your teddy bear and wishing you could feel someone with you. 

He gave you your first romantic hug. And you’ve requested one each time he’s available. 

The request came after dinner one night, when he was watching you diligently scoop ice cream into a cone for him. Because you wanted to. Sirius hated to boost his own ego, but he had to admit that the way you had changed since furthering your relationship with him had you glowing. It’s not that you weren’t happy before, because you were, but this is different. It’s like he’s unlocked this vault inside of you, one where you’ve stored all this love and kindness, and he gets to experience it. 

He’s never seen you so…free. 

You’d set the ice cream cone down on the counter for him. “Ta-da,” you said, sticking the spoon back in the container and waiting for him to pick his toppings. He did so, admiring how you’d chosen things you knew he liked, how you were so giddy just from this moment. Your hair was a mess and you were wiping the stickiness from your fingers and he was so overwhelmed by you. 

“Sweetheart?” He’d asked, eyeing you as you did a happy little wiggle when you took a bite of the cheesecake ice cream you’d found earlier in the week. Your eyes found his, all doe-like, and your nose wrinkled because of how the pet name flustered you. 

He’d been trying those out too, and while getting you to do the same had been slow-going because of your nerves, you loved when he used them for you. 

You’d put down your spoon and hummed. “Yeah?”

He stepped closer to you. “Can I hug you, love?”

Your breath had caught, and at the same time that you were feeling immensely nervous and flustered, you were so excited. So excited to be hugged properly and by someone you were over the moon for. 

“Please?” 

You smiled and he laughed boyishly, moving in until your chests were almost touching. Your pulse hammered against your wrist. 

Sirius bent slightly, allowing you to rise up on your toes. He wrapped his arms around your waist, locking them snuggly against your back. Yours went around his neck, squeezing his shoulders. The entirety of his front pressed to yours, and he was so warm. 

Your fingers tentatively moved into the hair at the base of his neck, and you tucked your face into his neck, where he immediately felt your smile against his skin. 

Suddenly, Sirius had secured his arms tightly around you and lifted you up into the air, hoping to make you laugh. To show how giddy he was feeling. Because in truth, holding you like this, having you be his, filled a void in him he wasn’t even aware of. You were quickly becoming the air he breathed and everything in between. 

You kicked your feet and chuckled into his shoulder. He set you back down on the floor, and you hugged him for a bit longer. His were all-embracing, and in his arms, somehow all of your thoughts were immediately shut off, as if this was all the world consisted of. For Sirius, your hug made him feel as though this was the safest place he could ever be, and he knew it would be where he should go when he needed security. And you had this way of getting him to focus, to calm down and be present. 

Needless to say, you were both falling for each other. Though it should be mentioned that he’d already started before your relationship furthered, and you had suppressed your heart-eyes for him only because you never thought this kind of feeling was real. That it would be impossible for a boy to treat you this way. You try to let the little girl in you who always hoped for a fairytale romance celebrate every now and then.

There hasn’t been a label put on your relationship, but one night before you got there to hang out with everyone, Sirius calmly told the boys (and girls) that things between you had escalated to more-than-friends. And while they know you, it still felt right to make sure they wouldn’t pester you. 

In fact, they were overjoyed to see the both of you act so sweetly towards one another. James whispered in Lily’s ear more than once about how Sirius could not seem to take his eyes off you. Remus helped you in the kitchen and told you how nice it was seeing you so happy. So light. He’d given you a quick hug and wished you the best.

You have never felt so at ease.

Sirius has taken you on a number of dates at this point, some quaint and intimate, some more outgoing. You’ve held hands, hugged. You even got to cuddle with him on the couch. 

But you haven’t kissed. 

And you want to kiss him, so very bad.

But that is terrifying. 

All of your fears revolving that form of affection rush to the surface each time you contemplate when would be best to kiss him, if he wants to kiss you. What if you’re broken and you don’t feel anything? What if there’s no spark? What if, after all this time of hoping kissing would be enjoyable, after craving that intimacy, it just doesn’t work?

Every time you’re around him, all you want is to kiss him. You want that beautiful, sarcastic mouth on yours. You want to know what his plush lips feel like and learn how to kiss properly. You want to fluster him, and you want to be flustered. You want this. 

If you asked Sirius, you’d know he wants the same thing. Truthfully, he wants to pin you to the wall and kiss you silly. Until you forget every worry and anything that’s made you sad. Until all you feel is him. He wants to smother your pretty face in kisses. He wants to kiss every inch of you. 

Tonight, you’re going to Sirius’ place for a sleepover. And you are going to be brave and kiss him.  

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Your socked feet are in Sirius’ lap, where he’s pushed your pajama pants up your calves so that he can rub his hands across the soft skin there.

Every once in a while, he’ll tickle the underside of your knee just to get you to giggle.

You’ve stopped paying any attention to the movie, and instead are looking at him. The only light in his small living room comes from the television and the array of eclectic lamps scattered around any surface he could fit one on. 

It casts shadows on his face, elongating that beautiful nose and the hollows of his cheekbones. His gray eyes look so dark, like storm clouds right before they let out all the rain they’ve been holding in. 

“Love?”

Sirius’ voice snaps you and your pounding heart out of your reverie. Your eyes lock with his, and you feel yourself heat up all over. He’s smiling at you. 

“Can you tell me what’s happening in the movie?” he asks you, crossing his arms in that oh so cocky way. 

Your thumb finds your bottom lip, picking at the skin there and trying to disguise the smile pulling at the corners of your lips. You shake your head, shyly. 

He straightens and leans in closer to you. “And why’s that, sweetheart?”

He has a hunch, but he wants you to say what’s on your mind, and you know that’s exactly what he’s waiting for. You know he could sit here all night until you spill your guts. 

“‘Cause I’ve been thinking about how bad I wanna kiss you.”

Sirius blushes, but he turns on the charm just as quickly. “Yeah? What’s stopping you?”

He places his hands on your knees. “I’m nervous,” you tell him. “You know I’ll be bad at it, and it might suck because of me, and even if all I want to do is kiss your sweet face, I just…want it to be good.”

He lifts his hand to cup your cheek. “Well, you know if it’s bad, that just means we get to practice.” You snort, and he rests his forehead against yours in an effort to console you and your nerves. 

You pull back and put your hands on his chest. It takes everything in you not to grin at how hard his heart is beating, especially with the swell of pride you feel knowing you’re the cause of that. 

“I really want to kiss you, Sirius.”

“I really want you to kiss me, darling.”

You inhale, scrunching your nose at him. At this point, you’ve got heart palpitations that are only going to get worse if you don’t act on this. 

“Meet me halfway?” you ask, tentatively. 

Sirius cups your face, leaning in slightly, but leaving you room to initiate. “Of course,” he breathes. 

You take hold of his wrists, fingers trembling. The feeling of his pulse both calms you and makes you sweat. 

You move forward, tilting your head to the side a little so you don’t smack noses. You can infer that much, at least. He inches closer each time you do, matching your pace. It almost makes you want to laugh at how slow and careful this is. You could also cry. 

When you’re close enough to feel his breath against your lips, you let your eyes close fully, as they’d been helping you find your mark so far. He meets you that last inch, and you are so grateful. 

Your lips finally touch in a short, but firm peck. You pull away, smiling, reveling in how soft his lips are. 

But now that Sirius has had a little taste of you, he can’t help but want more. He guides you back to him, helping you find a rhythm together. He slots your bottom lip between his, kissing you so brilliantly your brain empties of all thought. You do your best to kiss him back, albeit a little clumsily. He doesn’t seem to mind. 

You catch on when he takes turns paying attention to each of your lips, and you try and press all of the passion you feel right back into his. 

Every worry you previously had is gone.

You do feel that spark. It feels so magical, so all-encompassing, to be kissed like this. To have Sirius kiss you. 

You’re breathless. 

When Sirius finally pulls back for air, he presses kisses to your jaw and down your throat. The affection is so close to drawing a whimper from your throat. You know immediately that you could get drunk off of him. 

You pull him back up to you by his hair for one more short kiss and he grins boyishly into it. 

He starts to laugh. 

“Shit,” you start. “If I thought I was spoiled before, I really had no idea what was coming to me.”

Sirius tosses his head back, completely infatuated with you and so fucking gleeful at being yours. Because he is. Yours. 

“You’re gonna get sick of me,” you say. “Now I want to kiss you all the time.”

“Oh, love,” Sirius exhales. “What makes you think you’ll have a moment where I’m not the one addicted to you?”

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[genshin-scenarios]

do clothes make the person? (lyney x gn reader)

Summary: …Lyney dresses up in a skirt and leotard, while practicing for another switch-up trick with Lynette. That’s the basic premise. Enjoy!

Notes: This is still SFW but uh… Rated teens and up, just to be safe (a lot of flirting)

Throughout his career, and for the purpose of pulling off impossible feats of magic onstage, Lyney has garnered quite a range of props and outfits to suit his purposes. 

The first time you learn of him and Lynette swapping places, you’ve only seen his sister dressing up as him, and joked that perhaps you’d be whisked away by the more level-headed version of Lyney that stands before you (Lynette, still in disguise, looped her elbow with yours and said in deadpan to her brother that the two of you would be going now.)

Suffice to say she was hoping to escape from practice to go buy some desserts, and you were happy to oblige. Lyney hadn’t let either of you forget that betrayal ever since, ever one to play on dramatics just for an excuse to tug on your wrist and demand your attention. Behind those theatrics however is the relief of a brother who’s glad his very-important significant other gets along well with his very-important sister, even if it was at the expense of himself sometimes. 

In today’s practice however, Lynette is the one who required a double, and so you found Lyney in their room still in a leotard and skirt. He noticed you entering, and with a quick decision made in the flicker of his eyes, settled into a monotone expression. Posture relaxed, lazily glancing over at you - in this moment, Lyney truly seemed like a cat.

“If you’re looking for my brother, he already left.”

“I already saw Lynette as I was coming in.” You inform, walking over to tidy the props left on the table. You look over at Lyney from over your shoulder, trying to control the quirk of your lips at the sight of his pout. “Were you hoping to get some secrets out of me? Asking how I really feel about you?”

“I didn’t think that far, but now when you put it like that… How could I not be curious?” Lyney makes his way over to you, capturing you in a hug from behind as he rests his head on your shoulder. He starts using his body weight to tilt the both of you towards the side, dangerously close to falling.

“Lyney.”

“Yes?”

“Please stop swaying around, we’re going to—”

Without letting you finish your sentence, Lyney suddenly pulls you against him as he makes the both of you fall towards the ground. Panic surges through you as you feel your feet slipping from under you, only for Lyney to cushion your fall with his body. He’s trying his best not to laugh at the shriek you let out earlier, while you try to resist the urge to strangle him there and then.

“You— Stop laughing!” You grab his wrists; connected to the offenders that pulled you down with him seconds ago, and drag Lyney into a sitting position. “We could’ve gotten hurt!”

“I wouldn’t have let you get hurt.” Lyney gives you an affectionate smile, which would’ve been sweet had it not been for his actions just moments before. “And look, I’ve got you on my lap now. Not quite as fun as hearing you divulge everything you love about me, but a close second.”

“Try saying that without the cat ears and tail.” Keeping the annoyance in your tone, you reach up to take them off his head. It’s just a cleverly hidden headband, but you remember Lyney mentioning how it’d start to hurt if he wore it for too long. “Are these clothes not uncomfortable?”

Lyney’s eyes are shut, leaning against your touch as you ruffle his hair out of its braid. The ash-blonde strands are soft beneath your fingers. “Mmm, not exactly. It’s not like men have never worn leotards, you know. There are appropriate clothes for it.” His lashes flutter open once you retract your hands, violet gaze soft. “Not going to help me rebraid it?”

“I might mess it up.” You say. Lyney hums at the rebuff, unbuckling the belt that holds his tail. He offhandedly tosses it to the side, and just as you let your guard down, he’s quick to pick you up from below your thighs and pull you even closer to him. By instinct, your legs wrap around his waist to get some balance, but immediately after, you realize your compromising position and freeze. “...You’re an absolute sadist.”

“I just want you near,” Lyney smiles innocently, cupping your face in his hands. Despite how his words sound, he honestly just likes physical affection. The horrible blush burning on your ears is just an added bonus. “I’ll let you go after a hug.”

“Promise?”

“Mmhm.”

Watching Lyney carefully, you finally let yourself rest your head in the crook of his neck, arms looping around him. He’s quick to melt into the gesture; at times, hugs could be seen as a test of trust. It was hard for one to see the expression on the other party’s face or be aware of their surroundings when positioned like this. Is it odd for Lyney to feel comfortable despite the slight feeling of anxiety that comes with it? He never lets hugs last for too long, though - lest something actually sneak up from the shadows and he’s too late to protect you both.

By the time he’s finally in his normal clothes, Lyney’s leading you through the streets of Fontaine with your hand in his, claiming there’s a really good restaurant he discovered lately. (In truth, it’s just another excuse to intertwine your fingers.) 

You do have to admit - it is cute when he hooks your pinkies together while talking to a fan or acquaintance, swinging it between you both just subtly enough so that no one would notice. Just like how you hadn’t noticed the addition of a tiny magenta ribbon tied to a small lock of your hair. It sits comfortably at the back of your head, so Lyney doubts you’d notice unless you tried combing through it.

Not to mention, it matches his colors! Call him a hopeless romantic, but Lyney thinks the sight of you both together like this is quite endearing, if he says so himself.

[littlemissaddict]

Santa Costume - Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: A Christmas party at Steve’s and he can’t keep his eyes off of her and the feeling is mutual.

Word Count: 707

“Hurry up or we’re going to be late” Steve’s voice called through the closed bedroom door where she was currently getting ready.

“I’ll be out in a minute” She called back with a roll of her eyes. It was hard to be late when the party was at their own damn house not that Steve would agree with her if she told him. Tugging her dress back down as she stood from when it had rode up while she sat at the dresser putting the finishing touches to her make up. She smiled at her reflection in the mirror, the red silky dress that was edged with white hugged her body perfectly and she knew Steve would agree which was why she was trying to hide from him for as long as possible because then they would both be late to the party.

It wasn’t until she heard Steve greeting Robin and Nancy that she finally ventured out of their room and down to join the rest of the group, giggling as she heard the wolf whistles from Robin that caused Steve to turn so quickly that she was worried he’d give himself whiplash.

“Easy there dingus” Robin cackled at Steve’s movements as Nancy laughed from beside her while Steve completely ignored their amusement, his eyes fixed on her.

“Please keep it in your pants until after the party, Harrington” Eddie’s voice and laughter could be heard from further down the hall and she could feel the heat rising in her face at his words.

“We’ll uh leave you to it” Nancy added, nudging Robin as they both made their way further in to join the rest of the party.

Taking it as her cue to move she carefully made her way down the stairs and into the hallway, alone with him. She could feel his eyes hungrily roaming over her body as she let her own gaze drift over his own costume, which was more wholesome than her own, consisting of black jeans; a white t-shirt and a red jacket with white trim and she noticed he’d even got a sant hant which was perched on his head in a way so as not to spoil his hair and a very ridiculous fake beard that somehow he managed to pull off.

It had been Steve’s idea for them to dress up as Mr & Mrs Claus despite it only being a little get together of their friends and she could tell that he was torn between it being the best idea he’d ever had but also the worst as he’d have to control himself for the rest of the evening.

“I’m so lucky, Santa could only wish his Mrs Claus looked as good as you do” he smiled, stepping forward to rest his hands on her waist as he placed a kiss to her lips but she pulled away laughing as the fake beard tickled her.

He pouted at her as she calmed her laughter, “You know I’ve never been into older guys but you make Santa look good” she chuckled, reaching a hand up to pull the fake beard down so that she could kiss him properly.

He didn’t need anytime to react as his lips instantly moved against hers as he pulled her closer into his body, groaning at the way the silk like material moved under his touch and it wasn’t long before she felt his hands moving from her waist down her sides and round her back until they rested on her ass, groping slightly. She knew she should pull away before Steve had a problem that couldn’t be fixed just yet but the decision was made for her.

“And they’re making out”

Robin. Her voice echoed through the hall, louder than the Christmas music that was playing which caused the two of them to pull apart. With a groan Steve turned to glare at his best friend for her interruption but she just shrugs in response and turns back to the party.

“I guess we should head in seeing as we’re the hosts” she giggles after Robin’s departure.

“I suppose so but once they’re gone, you’re mine” Steve promises, reluctantly pulling away from her but not before he gets one last kiss.

[thessalian]

Thess vs Lost Words: A Review

Okay. So. Lost Words: Beyond the Page from a game perspective. And I’ll begin with this:

Occasionally, I’ll stream what I’m gaming to @true0neutral via Discord so we can chat while I’m doing a thing. Even back when the phone was a thing, I was never comfortable chatting unless I was doing something. This time, though, it wasn’t just for me to have something to do. I’ve done this a few times, where I’ve really enjoyed a game and wanted to give a view of what I was playing because it was the kind of thing that I couldn’t describe well enough for someone who wants to go into game development. I can be really impressed with the rendering / art style / mechanics, but I won’t appreciate it quite as much as someone who’s actually studying for an eventual career in the industry. So today, I went through the start of three different games

Dredge, because he’d heard a lot about it given all the rave reviews and seeing it actually played is probably better for forming your own opinion about that kind of thing

I Am Dead, because of the nifty slice / cutaway / x-ray vision mechanic and the cel shaded animation

Lost Words: Beyond the Page, largely for its messing-with-the-set-dressing mechanics and how it incorporates everything, including the narration, into the game mechanics

This is actually in backwards order; I showed him Lost Words first. Put it this way: he bought Lost Words immediately, and started talking about various people he was looking very forward to showing the game. So ... yeah, that says a lot for my taste, I guess.

Story-wise, it’s very clever, and touching, and sad. And ... like, this isn’t the first story I’ve encountered written by someone whose father is one of my favourite authors. Or ‘was’, I guess; a lot of people have surpassed Stephen King on my favourites list by now, and I think Joe Hill, his son, is one of them. They’ve got very different styles - Hill weighs his words carefully, whereas King has himself admitted that he has “diarrhoea of the word processor” - but ... every so often, you can see those sneaking little similarities. Well, it’s the same thing here. Rhianna Pratchett ... well, given the nature of the story, it’d be weird to find Sir Terry’s sociopolitical commentary in Lost Words, but ... hell, half the conceit of this is based on “story as very direct allegory, to look at the bad things in the world without feeling so crushed by them”, and that’s a lot of what Sir Terry wrote. Also, she has his love of footnotes and asides. Which is fun in text but even more fun in game because it becomes a little Easter egg mini-game kind of thing.

So now we talk about the mechanics. Messing with the set dressing is a time-honoured video game mechanic, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen it done this cleverly, or this seamlessly. One of the best parts is that no one can get on people’s case about wanting or needing subtitles, because the subtitles are literally required. They’re part of the game’s central mechanic, as well as its central theme: stories mean things, stories are made of words, therefore words mean things and have power and remain even after someone’s gone. Hell, even the end credits are playable, with the ‘footnotes’ you track down adding colour and context to them as much as they did in the other places they turned up.

What kind of game is it? Well, it’s a side-scroller, and a platformer, and an interactive story, and a RPG (there is some base character creation element and while your choices are mostly for colour and nuance, those matter more in a game like this than they do in most), and a puzzle game. I could say a lot more about it, but it’s the kind of thing best experienced. Let’s just say that words have all the power here.

One last note about the story: depending on how you play it, it can give a lot of insight into who you are as a person. I made my first decisions as ... well, me. And I noticed something - unless I was entirely denied the option, I always took the choice that involved fighting - not combat-related, because there isn’t any, but ... I guess it can be summed up with a Dylan Thomas quote: “do not go gentle into that good night”. Face something or run? I faced it. Thrash or cry? I thrashed. It’s just how I deal with things - head on as much as possible. I think it gave me a glimpse of why I’ve been told more than once that I’m brave.

Anyway, consider this my very strong recommendation for Lost Words: Beyond the Page. It’s not a long game, but it’s clever and cute and sad and sweet and full of heart and so worth your time. ...Bring tissues.

Rhianna thanked her father in the credits. I think Sir Terry’d be proud.

[banannabethchase]

Take a Chance on Me Chapter 9: When All Is Said and Done - On AO3

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Wheeler and Claudio make it to the end of the aisle but they may not be the only happily ever after.

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This chapter is even more saccharine than the movie ending so here have some fluff.

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“Everybody decent?” Mox asks, poking his head into the suite. “You all ready?”

Wheeler steps aside to let his dad into the room. “What do you think?”

Mox scans him, his mouth doing something weird. “You - you look great.” He comes in and pulls Wheeler in for a hug so strong he thinks something pops in his back, but it’s worth it. “Alright, I need everybody but Wheels downstairs by the ballroom,” he kicks the door the rest of the way open. “I gotta talk to my kid.”

His friends file out, looking delightful in suits, and, in Nyla’s case, a blue and cream dress that exactly matches the colors of the wedding.

Mox exhales when the door closes, hands on Wheeler’s shoulders. “You look like a groom, Potato.” He grins. “How you feeling?”

“Good,” he says, nodding. “I, uh. I made a decision.”

Mox’s eyebrows rise. “A decision? Am I gonna have to smuggle you out of the hotel? Kill Claudio?”

“No, oh my god,” Wheeler says. “I’m gonna have all three of them walk me down the aisle.”

“All – wait, the three guys?”

Wheeler nods, trying to not be too nervous about his dad’s response. “I think I want them all there.”

Mox relaxes, and he looks about ten years younger with the stress of his face. “Oh, thank god.”

“Thank god?”

“You’ve been holding this so tight, kiddo,” he says, and rolling his shoulders don’t go as well in this fitted suit as it does in his gym clothes, but he tries his best. “And there was nothing anybody else could do to help you through it. We just had to watch.” His smile turns a little sad. “There was no way for any of us to know who your other dad was in this weekend. Couldn’t’ve happened.”

“You could have mentioned that,” Wheeler mutters.

“I did.”

“You could have been more insistent.”

Mox rolls his eyes. “Potato, if you think for one second you woulda listened to me, you don’t know yourself as well as you think.” Wheeler thinks he may have a point. “But choosing all three? You, deciding that it doesn’t matter?” He reaches up, pats Wheeler on the cheek. “You’re a goddamn miracle, kid.”

Wheeler shrugs him off, and he can feel himself blushing. “Thanks, Dad.”

“Let’s get you ready to go downstairs, yeah?”

The next few minutes are a whirlwind, and suddenly Wheeler is in front of his assigned space to get ready. Claudio and his mother are on the other side of the breezeway before the dock, and they can’t see him, but Wheeler thinks he can sense him.

I’m here, he says, hoping Claudio can hear it, I can’t wait to marry you.

“Alrighty,” Mox says, clapping Wheeler on the shoulder and not spending too much time staring at the other three possible dads. “I’ve gotta get my ass down to the altar. Wheels,” Mox says, looking him dead in the eye, hands on either side of his head, “I’m so fuckin’ proud of you.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

With a gruff kiss to his Wheeler’s forehead, Mox walks away, looking like he’s headed more for a fight than to officiate a wedding, but Wheeler doesn’t blame him. There’s a lot of people out there.

Chuck, Bryan, and Regal are all dressed in their own versions of wedding gear. Regal, in a pressed light grey suit with a sage green tie and pocket square. Bryan, pale blue button down and a pair of black dress pants. And Chuck, in a pair of khakis and a short sleeved purple polo.

It’s three wildly different people. And he wants them all in his life. “So, before we make our way down the aisle,” Wheeler says, “I have an idea.”

“Go right ahead,” Regal says.

Chuck and Bryan just nod, though.

“I don’t care which one of you is actually my other dad,” Wheeler says, staring at all three of them. He adjusts his tie. “One of you is, I know, but I don’t – it doesn’t matter. If you don’t want in, that’s okay. But,” and he has to steel his nerves for this next part, gird his loins as Danny would say, “but I’d like for you all to walk with me down the aisle. And I’d like you to stay, the whole time. If that’s alright.”

Regal nods solemnly, Chuck sighs and smiles, and Bryan offers Wheeler his arm.

“We’d be delighted,” Regal says.

“We’d be honored,” Bryan says back, glancing at Regal.

“Yeah, we wanna be there, can we quit the pissing contest?” Chuck looks beyond annoyed. “Wheels has got to be up there in, like, minutes. Don’t want a runaway groom situation here, as good as that Chicks song is.”

His dad and two other dudes, though he doesn’t know who is who, walk him to back of the breezeway, right before the door.

“As someone who might be your dad or whatever,” Chuck says, “I wanna give you an out. If you need it.”

“An out?” Wheeler asks, frowning.

“If you’re not up for getting married, I think he means,” Bryan says. His eyes are gentler than they’ve been the whole time. “If you need to back out.”

“Like hell I want to back out!” says Wheeler.

Regal smiles. “That’s our boy. See? Look at that smile on his face. Our young man is sunshine right now.”

Danny’s head peeks out from the door, closely followed by Lee’s head right above his. Kris’ face is upside down by their feet. Wheeler can only assume she’s doing a handstand on the deck, which is even more impressive in a suit than it usually is. “You good?” Danny asks.

Wheeler nods. “Everybody ready?”

“Claudio’s waiting on the other side of the deck sweating bullets,” Lee says. “You threaten him or something?” He eyes the three men standing with Wheeler.

“We did nothing of the sort,” Regal says. But he looks a little shifty somewhere behind his eyes.

“We’ll be right out,” Wheeler says. “I’m ready.”

“Okay!” Kris says. “Danny, then me, then Lee, right?”

Wheeler nods. “Ready when you are.”

The music hits, and Wheeler’s thankful for the speakers that run from the back of the venue down into the beach. Claudio would probably riot if the timing was off.

Claudio’s groomsmen make their way from the other side of the dock, to the center stairs, down the wooden path to where Wheeler’s dad waits at the altar. And then it’s his turn. He swallows as he sees Claudio approaching from the other side of the hotel arm in arm with his mother. His entire heart seems to beat out of his chest, thudding to the beat of his footsteps as he and Claudio walk toward each other from the opposite ends of the hotel deck. It feels like hours before they meet up in the middle, right before the steps.

“Hi,” Wheeler says, only slightly choked up.

“Hi, Schatzi,” Claudio says, reaching out and grabbing his hand. “I’m so glad to finally see you.”

Chuck, in a display of gentlemanly respect, holds out his arm for Claudio’s mother to take, and they make their way down the aisle to their seats. Regal and Bryan, despite how funny Wheeler thinks it would be, do not follow suit, and instead walk side by side, like they knew each other before this weekend.

Based on Mox’s story, Wheeler realizes, they probably did.

The music shifts to the song specially chosen for when Claudio and Wheeler are to make their way down the aisle, and they step down the stairs, onto the wooden pathway, and through the guests to Wheeler’s dad.

Mox is pretending he’s not crying, coughing gruffly and wiping at his eyes every two seconds, but Wheeler knows the truth.

“Hey, Dad,” he practically whispers. His own eyes aren’t dry.

Mox reaches out and yanks Wheeler in for a quick hug, then does the same to Claudio. Clearing his throat, he steadies himself. “Friends, family, and random people who decided a wedding was a good thing to crash,” Mox begins, “we are here on this beach to celebrate the love between two incredible men. One, my son, Wheeler –” He cuts off, clearing his throat. “Wheeler Moxley, the kind of man I could only dream of being. And the other, the first person I’ve met that I thought might compare to Wheeler.” He scrubs his hand across his eyes. In a whisper, he says, “Fuck, Wheels, I was the wrong person to ask to do this.”

“Were not,” Wheeler says, through a bit of a wet smile. “You’re the perfect person to do this.”

Mox continues, with some of the traditional lines that Claudio’s parents requested, and Wheeler stands there hand in hand with Claudio until –

“I believe our grooms prepared vows?” his dad says. “Floor’s all yours, gentlemen.”

Wheeler nods. “Right. Uh, I’ll go first.” Claudio nods, eyes red. “Right. Claudio, I’ve been head over heels for you since that day you stumbled into our gym like a lost puppy.” Laughs from the crowd steady him, as does the look in Claudio’s eyes. “I don’t think I knew who you would be to me. I just knew you would be important.” He takes a deep breath. “And now I know that you’re my favorite person. We steady each other and help each other grow. You’ve encouraged me to – to become the person I’m meant to be…” He trails off, takes another deep breath, and tries to make sure his voice is steady. “You’ve got my back, and I have yours. We’re a team. Today, I get to make it official: I’ll kill all the spiders, do dishes after you cook, and go pick up any ingredients you need at ungodly hours of the morning.” He grins. “I love you. I can’t wait to always love you.”

Claudio’s face falls into this devastating smile that always knocks Wheeler off his feet. “We’re a team,” he echoes.

“Claudio,” Mox says gently. “Go ahead.”

“Well, Schatzi, you know I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for your expert advice,” Claudio says, “and your first aid skills. From cutting my hand open while cooking, to spotting me during almost every weight session, you, well. You said it. You have my back.” He smiles, something a bit wet and shaky. “I can’t wait to spend forever with you, Wheeler Moxley.” He lifts their hands and presses a kiss to the back of Wheeler’s. “I promise to be whatever you need me to be.” He gives Wheeler’s hands a squeeze. “And I promise it forever.”

Wheeler’s sure his smile is covering his whole face.

“So, Claudio Castagnoli,” Mox says, “do you take Wheeler Moxley to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do,” Claudio says, voice a little tight. Wheeler knows what that means. Claudio’s trying his damnedest not to cry.

“And Po – Wheeler Moxley,” Mox says, lips twitching, “do you take Claudio Castagnoli to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“Absolutely,” Wheeler replies.

“Well,” Mox says, grinning. “You may kiss your husband.”

Claudio and Wheeler surge toward each other like they aren’t surrounded by family and friends, like nobody’s watching. Like it’s them and the ocean breeze, and the promise of a lifetime shared.

They break apart when the cheers become a couple of wolf whistles. Claudio’s got a flattering little blush across his cheeks. Wheeler wants to remember it forever.

Congratulations and photos go by in a blur, shuffled from person to person and place to place. Wheeler doesn’t get a real chance to think until they’re in the ballroom in front of plates of food. They have a perfect view out to the ocean, balcony letting in cool ocean air, but Wheeler doesn’t give a damn about anything except his dinner plate.

“Oh, thank god,” Wheeler says, relaxing. “I’m not getting up until I eat all of this.”

“Agreed,” Claudio says.

Wheeler beams at him. People come up to their sweetheart table, asking questions, but Wheeler communicates exclusively with his eyes and thumbs up as he shovels food in his mouth.

“This is so fucking good,” Wheeler all but moans. “Holy shit.”

“You’re telling me,” Claudio says, shoving a hunk of bread into his mouth. “Who was right about catering?”

Wheeler rolls his eyes. “I was not the one who argued with you. My dad’s the one who tried to talk you into Italian.”

When it’s time to cut the cake, Wheeler grabs a handful and shoves it directly into Claudio’s face before he can react. He’s lucky he’s fast, though, because Claudio comes at him seconds later with a handful of cake. Wheeler dodges it, laughing, but he underestimates Claudio’s resilience. He kisses Wheeler with his face full of frosting.

“Oh, gross!” Wheeler yells. He only half notices the flashes from all the cameras around him.

“You started it,” Claudio says. And then he licks some frosting off his fingers in a way that has to be intentional, and Wheeler immediately wishes they were in their hotel room.

He steps into Claudio’s space and grabs him by the tie, pulling him down. “You do that again,” Wheeler says, a bit surprised at the growl in his voice, “and I will do very, very bad things to you in front of our family.”

Claudio’s eyes widen, and Wheeler watches him swallow. “Noted,” he says. He clears his throat as he pulls away, shuffling behind the cake table. Wheeler avoids smirking. “Right! Time for us all to get the party started, shall we. Wheeler,” he gestures in front of him, “after you.”

Wheeler grins at him, and the two of them make their way down the stairs.

Their first dance is quiet, with the two of them curled around each other and murmuring little nothings into each other’s ears. It’s a little odd, to have his interactions viewed on such a large scale, but he knows his place is resting here in Claudio’s arms.

The song ends and he steps away, just a bit, from Claudio. The next song is Claudio’s dance with his mother, and he gives them the space.

“I’d hate to think you feel you’re missing out on a dance like this.” Wheeler turns to see his dad with a grin on his face.

“Uh, no,” Wheeler laughs. “I’m good. I never really needed a mom.”

“Awesome,” Mox says. “But, uh. How’s it going with your other…dads?” He winces. “God, that sounds weird.”

Wheeler shrugs. “I mean, I don’t really care which is the one who, like,” he pauses, searching for the right words, “was the donor or whatever. I’m kind of just happy they all came to the wedding.”

Mox pulls him in for a hug. “I’m so proud of you, kid.”

“Why?”

“You know who you are better than anybody I’ve ever met,” his dad says, his arms still holding him close. “And you found somebody who knows you just as well.” He pulls away to look into Wheeler’s eyes. “You’re so young and already so much smarter than I ever was.”

Wheeler studies his face, for just a moment. “You know,” he says, “if you wanted to date, find someone, you really should.”

Mox makes a weird noise, something halfway between a huff and a scoff. “Me? What?”

“That’s convincing,” Wheeler says, rolling his eyes. “All I’m saying, there’s three guys here you had a moment with.” He shrugs. “Maybe that moment could be more.”

Mox’s gaze scans the room, and Wheeler can only assume it lands on Regal, who nurses what looks like a whiskey over by the bar. Bryan, in what looks like an incredibly focused conversation with Nick Jackson. And Chuck, doing the macarena to some Celine Dion song with Lee and Nyla.

“I don’t know, Potato,” he sighs, scrubbing his hand along his head. “I don’t know.”

“Don’t hold back, I guess, is what I’m saying.” Wheeler rests his head on his dad’s shoulder.

“Yeah?” Mox says. “I’ll take that into consideration.” He nudges Wheeler. “Go dance with your husband, kiddo. I’ll be fine over here.”

Wheeler does. Sometime around ten thirty, a lot of the families with kids leave, and the party gets a little rowdy.

“I’m gonna go get some air.” Wheeler has to practically yell to be heard over the music. “Wanna come with?”

Claudio nods, and they make their way to the back deck, where they’d walked out a few hours before.

And, to Wheeler’s surprise, they run into Danny and Uncle Eddie, making out against the railing.

It takes far too long for Wheeler to react. Danny’s moaning like a porn star as Eddie hitches his leg up. And that’s enough for Wheeler to snap his head back into focus.

“What the hell is going on here?” he practically squeaks.

Eddie pulls away so fast that Danny practically falls on the ground. “Potato head! Hi!”

“You could help me up,” Danny says, pouting.

“Oh, for the love of Christ,” Wheeler groans, rubbing his temples. “Here? Really?”

Danny rubs at his mouth, looking not the slightest bit guilty. “It’s a wedding, Wheeler. Groomsmen are supposed to hook up with the hottest people.”

Eddie – Uncle Eddie fucking blushes.

“Oh, god,” Wheeler says, wrinkling his nose. “You like him.”

“I do not!”

“You’re blushing,” Wheeler argues.

Claudio rests a hand on Wheeler’s shoulder. “Schatzi, give them some space.”

“See? The Alps has the right idea!” Eddie says, and he shakes a fucking finger in Wheeler’s face. “Leave us alone, Potato head, let me…”

“Get some head?” Danny suggests with a devilish little smile Wheeler really wishes he didn’t have to see.

“Okay,” Claudio says, hands on Wheeler’s shoulder as he steers them away. “Before you combust, let’s go say hello to my sister.” He practically frog marches Wheeler out of the way, Wheeler sputtering half syllables with every step. “You’re practically shaking.”

“It’s just weird,” Wheeler half sobs. “That’s my uncle. And my best friend. And they were…” He trails off, shaking his head like it might rid him of the mental image. “Oh, god.”

Claudio laughs, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You could freak out about that,” Claudio says, “or, you could think about how this is our wedding night, and we’ll get to do whatever we want in that giant shower of ours back in the hotel.”

Wheeler perks up. “I’m listening.”

They make their way through the last few people over at the bar, to the people on the dance floor breaking it down to Mr. Brightside, Despacito, all the classics that have been stuck in Wheeler’s head for years.

“Come on, husband,” Wheeler says, grinning. “Let’s go dance.”

And they do. They spin and they laugh, Claudio is swept away by Kris and Nyla while Lee drags Wheeler to quite literally bend over to the front and touch his toes while Get Low blares throughout the ballroom. He deliberately avoids Claudio’s parents eyes, because they know plenty of English to know the lyrics.

“Last song,” says the wedding planner, coming up behind him. She waves over Claudio. “Do you have any requests?”

Claudio requests Truly Madly Deeply, and the two of them slow dance in front of everyone, for the second time as husbands. Most people have left, the venue filled with barely a third of the guests, but Wheeler spies Eddie and Danny swaying gently in the corner. And he nearly trips over his shoes when he sees the couple right behind them.

“Claudio!” he hisses, nodding over to the corner. “Am I going crazy, or is my dad over there dancing with Regal?”

Claudio twirls them so that he’s got his eyes on the spot. “Looks like it,” he says, pulling Wheeler in close. “You gonna freak out about it?”

Wheeler scans the room. Kris is half asleep, head on Nyla’s shoulder and legs draped across her lap. Lee is flirting with one of Claudio’s many cousins, her cheeks pink and smile wide. Seth and Roman are holding each other tight, barely swaying under the lights. He can’t spot Bryan or Chuck, but he hopes they’ll say goodbye in the morning before they leave.

“Nah,” Wheeler says, clinging to Claudio’s shoulders. He can’t stop smiling. “It’s sweet.”

He’s a little sleepy, is the thing, when the song ends and he and Claudio pull apart.

And then he remembers what awaits him upstairs. He’s suddenly wide awake.

“Alright, bye everybody!” Wheeler says, grabbing Claudio’s hand.

“Eager, my god,” Claudio mutters, as he waves to the crowd.

“Well, it’s my wedding night, and I know what I want.” Wheeler licks his lips. “And I want you.”

“You will always have me,” Claudio says, and the elevator ride feels like forever as they stare at each other.

They aren’t gentle with their suits as they get up to the room, ties and coats and nice pants flying all over the place in their haste to touch each other.

“Let’s make good use of that shower,” Wheeler says, gripping Claudio’s biceps.

They stumble over each other to reach the bathroom, blindly fumbling for the doorknob, for the glass shower door.

“Water’s gonna be cold,” Claudio says, biting at Wheeler’s neck.

Wheeler reaches up and turns the showerhead to the wall, then turns on the water. “Don’t underestimate my planning, baby.”

Claudio laughs, pressing Wheeler against the wall. “I’ll never underestimate you, Schatzi.”

Before long, Wheeler is pressed up against the wall, half begging Claudio for his fingers.

“So impatient,” Claudio says, pressing up against Wheeler’s back. “Wait for the water to get warm, yeah?”

“Impatient my ass,” Wheeler laughs, squirming back as Claudio brushes a slick finger between his cheeks. “You’re teasing.”

“It’s my wedding night,” Claudio says, tone far too casual for the way his fingertip brushes at Wheeler’s hole. “Don’t I get what I want?”

“By that logic, I should get what I want, too,” he pushes back, and Claudio slides his finger in, just a little. “Oh, god, like that.”

Claudio hums as he slowly works Wheeler open. He’s panting against wall, hands splayed to try and stabilize on shaky knees. “Yeah?”

Wheeler pushes down against his fingers. The warm water scatters down his back, and Claudio’s hand follows, resting on Wheeler’s hip to hold him steady.

“You want me?” Claudio asks.

“Yes, duh,” Wheeler says. “Come on, fuck me already.”

Claudio lines himself up against Wheeler’s back, and it’s so close to enough but also so fucking far away. He adds a finger though, working at Wheeler until he’s desperate and whimpering.

“You’re taking forever.”

“I’m being thorough,” Claudio says, but he adds another finger and goes a little faster, adding more lube. He bites at the back of Wheeler’s neck. “Talk to me.”

“I want your cock,” Wheeler says, “I – I want my husband’s cock.”

Claudio ramps up the pace, lets out a sound Wheeler’s never heard before. “Call me that again.”

“My husband,” Wheeler says, and he feels oddly smug at the way this is the first time he’s seen Claudio get this side of control. “Come on, baby, I want you.”

“Anything for you,” Claudio murmurs in his ear. And then Wheeler feels Claudio’s cock nudging up against his hole, and he wants to sing.

Claudio eases himself in, so goddamn slowly it hurts, and Wheeler has to fight the urge to shove himself down on Claudio’s cock with reckless abandon.

Wheeler can feel the way Claudio’s body practically covers him in the shower, the heat of his skin branding him with something he’s proud to claim. This is nothing new for them, these movements, this motion, but it feels more special this time, like they’re consecrating something that will last beyond their time on earth.

The world disappears, and everything zeroes in on the places where Wheeler’s touching Claudio. He thinks, as they both build to a crescendo, that this being what’s lined up for his future might be as close to heaven as anyone will get.

“Close,” he near whimpers, and when Claudio’s big hand wraps around his cock, that’s almost it for him. “So close.”

“I’ll take care of you,” Claudio says, and it feels like a promise beyond this moment.

“I’ll take care of you, too,” Wheeler promises back.

They don’t come exactly in sync, but it’s close, and Wheeler’s giggling just a little bit as Claudio pulls out of him and strokes his hair.

“What’s so funny?!”

“I just,” Wheeler turns around, looks up at Claudio. “Like, we’re married. We get to do that for the rest of our lives.”

Claudio lights up, his smile so goddamn sweet it makes Wheeler want to cry a little. “We do.”

Claudio washes Wheeler’s hair, and they fall into bed soon after, rings on their fingers and forever in front of them

~

Wheeler wakes up, deliciously sore and mildly exhausted, to the sound of his phone ringing.

“Could people stop fucking calling me early in the morning?” he whines. He rolls over to see the caller ID. His dad. “Hey, Dad, what’s up?”

“So, if I did something a little impulsive,” Mox says, and Wheeler can practically see the way his body is vibrating, “are you going to freak out?”

“Why do you sound like a teenager who’s about to announce she’s pregnant?” Wheeler sits up. “Oh, god, I’m not getting a baby sister, am I?”

“No, shut up, I got those parts removed years ago,” Mox says. “You know that.”

Wheeler immediately relaxes. The sleep is fading from his mind, and the world is starting to make a little more sense. “Okay. So, what’s going on?”

There’s a bit of an awkward silence. “Um,” Mox says. “So. Will and I –”

“Will – Regal?!” Wheeler says. “Oh, my god, did you hook up with him again?”

“Not – okay, yes, but responsibly this time.” He sighs. “Potato, I’ve, uh. I’ve made some mistakes in my life. And I’ve made some unbelievably good moves. You, for one. But not following up with William after he left was a mistake.” Wheeler thinks he can half see what his dad is doing right now – flexing his fingertips, pacing, rolling his shoulders. “We spent the night talking. And. Not, talking, I guess. And I wanted to see if it was okay with you if he and I gave it a real chance this time,”

Wheeler blinks. Claudio, awake now, seems to be following the conversation intently. “Are you asking me to give you permission to date a man who may or may not be my father?”

“Sort of,” Mox says. “I don’t want to jump into something if you’re not comfortable with it.”

Wheeler gives himself some time to sit with it. He doesn’t know which man is his father, that’s true. He knows who his dad is though. And he wants his dad to be happy more than he wants much else. “Whatever makes you happy, Dad,” Wheeler says. “Really. I want you to be happy.”

Mox sighs over the phone. “I won the lottery with you, kid. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Dad. Go have weird old people sex with your new boyfriend.”

“We aren’t – don’t say it like that!” Mox says through a laugh. “Ugh, who raised you. Alright. I’ll let you go back to sleep. Have a great day, baby.”

“You too.”

Wheeler hangs up and drops to the bed, sighing.

“Everything okay, Schatzi?” Claudio rests a hand on Wheeler’s stomach, ring glinting in the morning sun.

Wheeler snuggles into him, pressing his face into Claudio’s chest, where he knows the word home. “Yeah,” Wheeler says, unable to stifle a smile, “everything’s amazing.”

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90 Days | S.R (Part 4/12)

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Chapter Summary - you make a big decision to aid Spencer in his recovery. You and Spencer make a pact.

A/N - I have never read Fifty Shades of Grey so I only know what I read on Google about it. This chapter might help explain the title of the fic.

Pairing - Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - angst with a happy ending, smut in later chapter

Content Warnings - a surprising amount of fluff (don’t get used to it), mild flirtatious banter, NA meetings, talk of addictions, tears

Word Count - 6.2k

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Chapter Four

Day One

You felt rested for the first time in a long time when you woke up. It was a new and strange feeling, but one you welcomed. 

You slipped out of bed, smoothed down your hair and wrapped the kimono around your body before exiting the room. 

Spencer was already up and stood over by the dining table with a mug of coffee in his hand. 

He turned when the door opened and blushed a little when he saw you were wearing the kimono again. 

He remembered what he’d said last night. He’d meant it too. He had never seen anything as sexy and alluring as you in that kimono.

“Good morning.” He smiled at you softly. “I made coffee.” He pointed at the coffee table where there was a fresh mug for you.

“My hero.” you smiled and headed to get the beverage.

“I thought you said you’re a writer?” 

You saw him looking over the dining table where your sketches were strewn.

“Uhm yeah I am. I draw in my free time.” you came over and stood next to him as he inspected your work. 

“These are amazing.”

“There ok.” you played it down. 

You saw his eyes lingering on a half finished sketch of a man's face. His face. His fingers brushed the paper.

“This kind of looks like…”

“Yeah.” you blushed. “Let’s just...not go there.” you turned your back on him.

Spencer was smiling to himself. No one had ever sketched him before. But he didn’t want to further your embarrassment so he changed the subject.

“Have you got much planned for today?” 

You both made your way back to the couch and sat down.

“A couple of edits I need to do on some pieces I’ve been working on. How about you?” 

His eyes fell to his coffee cup.

“No, nothing. I don’t know what to do without going to work everyday.” 

“What do you do on your days off?” 

“Read mostly. But I can read twenty thousand words per minute so that doesn't take up much time.”

You laughed but the look on Spencer’s face told he wasn’t joking.

“Wait, you can really read that fast?” 

“Yeah.” He nodded. 

“Whoa. That’s amazing.” 

“You think so?” 

“Totally! I’d love to be able to read that fast.” you laughed. “What else do you like to do? TV? Netflix?”

“I don’t own a TV.” 

Was this guy for real?

You could sense he didn’t want to be alone. He didn’t want to leave. And you didn’t want to make him.

“Well you can hang out here today if you like.” you shrugged. 

His eyes lit up a little.

“Really?” 

“Yeah, I don’t see why not. I have some work to do but I have books you can read.” you shrugged like it was no big deal.

“Thank you Y/N.” He smiled. “I don’t know why you’re being so nice to me, but it means a lot.” 

“It’s no big deal.” you finished your coffee. “Anyways I’m going to shower. Try and stay out of trouble while I’m gone.” you teased which made Spencer laugh. 

“I’ll try my best.” 

You gave him a smile before retiring to the en-suite bathroom. 

Maybe one day you’d tell him. Maybe one day you’d tell him you saw yourself in his sad eyes. But today wasn’t that day. 

***

You showered and dressed in black leggings, a t-shirt and an oversized sweatshirt before returning to the living room. 

You were immediately met by the sounds of pots clanging together and the aroma of cooking batter and maple syrup. 

With a smile on your face you headed into the kitchen where Spencer was standing over your stove. 

Almost every inch of the counter was covered in flour or egg yoke. 

He turned to look at you and you saw cooking debris had also made it into his hair and on his face and clothes.

“I tried to cook breakfast. I hope you don’t mind. I’ll clean up this mess, don't worry.” 

“You don’t cook do you?” you giggled.

The sound was like magic to Spencer’s ears.

“No. Never. But I saw a recipe once for pancakes and thought I could give it a go.” 

“You saw a recipe once?” you raised a curious eyebrow.

“I have an eidetic memory. I remember everything I read.” 

“An eidetic memory.” you whispered. “And you can read twenty thousand words a minute. And you have an IQ of one hundred and eighty seven. Wow.”

“I didn’t tell you how high my IQ was.” He frowned. 

Oh shit, no he hadn’t told you that. Callie had told you that. 

“Yes you did.” you swallowed. “Last night.”

He knew he hadn’t told you that. Even in his state he remembered everything that happened last night. Including how wonderful you had looked in that kimono. 

He decided not to press it. At least for now. 

“Let me help you.” you tried to distract from your slip up by trying to salvage the pancakes. “Go get cleaned up. You’re covered in flour and egg.” 

“I haven’t got any clean clothes.” He sounded slightly pathetic. 

“Check the bottom of my closet, there’ll be something in there.”

“No offence,” he laughed. “But you’re like a foot shorter than me. I don’t think your clothes are going to fit.”

You rolled her eyes.

“There’s a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. Men’s.”

He raised a suspicious eyebrow at you.

“What?” She raised her hands. “You never keep any of your ex's things?”

“If I had any.” He muttered to himself as headed out of the kitchen. 

You heard his words but decided not to question it. 

God, he was more messed up than you realised. 

***

Fifteen minutes later you had managed to make a new batch of pancakes and was setting them on the dining table when Spencer emerged from your bedroom. 

You took him in with a small smile on your lips. 

His long messy hair was wet and swept back, dripping down his neck. And he looked a picture in those clothes. 

The sweatpants were plain black, stopping just above his ankles and were clearly a size or two too big for his slim frame. The navy blue college hoodie was equally oversized. 

“That’s a good look, Doctor Reid.” you smirked. 

“I find it hard to picture you dating someone who wore clothes like this.” I find it hard to picture you dating anyone who isn’t me. 

You simply shrugged as you sat down, you weren’t getting into that. Thankfully Spencer noticed this and changed the subject. 

“Salvaged or a completely new batch?” Spencer sat opposite you.

“It’s the thought that counts.” you smirked. “You tried your best. We can’t be good at everything.”

You ate in companionable silence, both already comfortable in each other's company. 

Just as Spencer was taking his last mouthful he spoke. 

“So what article did you read?”

You frowned at him as you chewed on your mouthful.

“What do you mean?”

He smirked playfully.

“What article did you read about me? Where did you learn about my one hundred and eighty seven IQ?”

Busted.

“Ah that.” you sighed. “I can’t remember. I didn’t really read it. My best friend Callie insisted on cyber stalking you. I told her I didn’t want to know.” 

“You told your best friend about me?” 

You pulled a face. Could you dig this hole any deeper?

“You may as well just hand me a shovel at this point.” you put your head in your hands in embarrassment. “Yes, I told my best friend about you. And she insisted on googling you.”

“Why?” He nudged you a little so you would look back at him. 

“I don’t know. She’s nosy, she wanted to learn more-“

“Not that.” He cut you off. “Why did you tell your friend about me?” 

Oh, that. 

“I don’t know.” you shrugged shyly. 

“Yes you do.” Spencer encouraged you with a smirk. “Come on, I have given you nothing but honesty. I even told you how good I thought you looked in that kimono.” He blushed a little as did you.

So he did remember saying that.

“Fine.” you agreed. “I told her because, A: she is my best friend and I tell her everything. And, B: because…I was...I guess I was frustrated.”

“I frustrated you?” He looked sad by the notion.

Sexually very much so, you thought. 

“In a way.” you said instead. “We kissed and it was, you know...it was nice.”

“It was. Very nice.” He agreed. 

“How can you say that when you just walked away? I was frustrated because I assumed you weren’t interested in me which is fine. Really it’s fine. But I...I was. You know. Interested.”

“Was?” He looked a little sad.

“That’s the part you picked up on?” you couldn’t help but laugh. “I am interested. But you clearly weren't and so I ranted to my best friend about it.” God you felt so stupid.

“You think I’m not interested?” His eyes widened as if the thought were insane. “You think I’m not interested in you?” 

You nodded pathetically.

“Y/N, come on.” He laughed. “You are interesting, smart and compassionate. You’re caring and sweet and don’t even get me started on how beautiful you are. I didn’t leave because I wasn’t interested. I told you, I’m...I’m not that kind of man because I’m really not that kind of man. My life is a complete mess right now. I’m a complete mess right now. I didn’t want to drag you into that.” 

You were really blushing now, your cheeks burning. 

“Oh.” You croaked. 

“I love spending time with you. I can’t get enough of you. But I need to keep a clear head if I’m going to get my life back on track and I worry that if we get involved...it will complicate things.” 

You smiled. You couldn’t believe he’d been thinking about you. You couldn’t believe all those things he’d just said about you. 

“I love spending time with you too.” you agreed. “And I’m not exactly in the right headspace for a relationship or anything like that. But I want you in my life.”

“Good.” Spencer smiled. “I want you in mine too.”

“Well good because you're stuck with me now.” you joked trying to lighten the mood and it clearly worked because Spencer laughed. 

He wished more than anything you could have met under different circumstances. Maybe if you’d met sooner, or even another year down the line when he wasn’t in this dark place things could have been different for you. 

But it didn’t matter. Spencer knew the signs. And he was already falling for you hard.

***

The rest of the day was spent with you sitting at your laptop redrafting some of your submissions while Spencer sat crossed legged on the floor reading. 

He’d already made it through over half your book collection when you watched him get up to get another. He pulled one from the bookcase and went to sit back down but you stopped him.

“I don’t think you want to read that.” 

He looked down at the cover, it was a book called “Fifty Shades of Grey”.

“Why not?” He frowned.

You cleared her throat. Did he not know the book?

“Well uhm…” you pulled a face. Did you really have to say this out loud? “It’s about a man called Christian Grey.”

“Hence the title.” Spencer added.

“Yeah.” you nodded. “Well Christian is...uhm…” how did you put this? “He’s very much into...BDSM.” you said the last part under your breath but Spencer heard it. 

“BDSM.” He repeated. “As in bondage & discipline sado masochism?” 

“Do I even want to know why you know that?”

“I’m a grown man. I know things.” Did you really think he was that inexperienced? 

That’s not to say he had a lot of experience with such things, and he had never considered BDSM in the bedroom. But he’d had cases that delved into that world.

“I didn’t mean it like that. I just…”

“It’s ok.” He kept hold of the book and took it back to sit on the floor.

“You’re going to read it?” you smirked.

“Yes I am. And I’ll tell you what I thought of it in about….” he flicked through the pages quickly. “Seven and a half minutes.” 

You laughed and turned back to your laptop.

“Enjoy.” you chuckled. 

Approximately eight minutes later Spencer closed the book and sat back.

“Wow.” 

You looked up at him. 

“How did you enjoy that Doctor Reid?” you smiled at the look on his face.

“That was...uhm...it was. Eye opening.” He struggled to find the right word.

You laughed, closing your laptop. 

“Read anything you enjoyed the sound of?” You didn’t know where this flirtatiousness was coming from. You weren't normally like this. Spencer brought it out of you. 

“I don’t know if 'enjoyed’ is the right term.” He swallowed. “Why do you enjoy...those things?” He couldn’t believe he was being so brazen. 

Your cheeks turned pink but you laughed.

“I suppose some of it makes me curious.” you shrugged. 

Spencer pushed himself up from the floor and came and sat in the dining chair next to you. 

“Tell me if I’m crossing a line here.” His heart was hammering, unsure where he was finding the courage to ask such things. “But do you mind me asking what parts?”

You chewed your lip. This seemed like dangerous territory. Nonetheless you decided to answer. 

“Well,” you contemplated this. “I suppose there’s a part of me that is curious about the idea of having someone dominate me.” you blushed deeply. “I don’t know. It’s just a curiosity.” 

“There’s nothing wrong with that.” Spencer reassured you when you sounded embarrassed. “We all have...curiosity’s.”

“Even you Doctor Reid?”

Why did he find it so sexy when you called him that?

“Even me.” He admitted. 

You gave him a look that told him he wasn’t getting out of it so slightly. 

“Oh god.” He shook his head. “I’ve never told anyone this before.” 

“I’m not going to judge you.” you assured him. 

Spencer sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. 

“This is going to sound so pathetic.” He shook his head. “My only real curiosity is...love. I don’t think I’ve ever really been in love, not really.” Maybe only with Maeve but he’d never had the chance to be intimate with her. He didn’t say that though. “I guess being with someone I truly love and truly loves me. I imagine it’s very different.”

“It is.” you nodded sadly. “And that isn’t pathetic at all. It’s sweet.” 

“It’s a little pathetic.” He laughed. 

“Stop it.” you scolded him a little. “It’s lovely. I wish there were more guys in the world like you.” 

He smiled and looked away from you shyly. He caught the clock in his gaze.

“Oh!” He suddenly jumped up. “My NA meeting is soon. We need to go.” 

“Ok, just let me change.”

“No, no, no.” He laughed. “If I have to go out like this, so do you.” 

You groaned.

“No fair! I live here, I have more clothes I can wear!” 

“I don’t make the rules.” He smirked. 

“You’re starting to outstay your welcome.” you teased. “Fine, let me just grab some shoes.” 

You went to your bedroom to get your shoes while Spencer put his Converse back on and grabbed his bag. 

A few minutes later you both left your apartment together. Down on the street Spencer hailed you a cab and gave the driver the address of the centre. 

It was a twenty minute drive through DC before you pulled up outside a rec centre. Spencer paid the driver and exited the cab, quickly running around to your side to open your door.

You smiled a little shyly at his gentlemanly gesture.

“Thank you.” 

“Thank you.” He replied. “For doing this with me.”

You could tell he was nervous. You found yourself reaching out and taking hold of his hand. 

He looked a little surprised at first by your touch but then he smiled at you and gave your hand a squeeze. 

You headed inside together, hand in hand. 

The room was already half full with people milling about before the meeting started. There was a semicircle of chairs set out facing a podium and tables set up down the side of the room with refreshments. 

Spencer led you straight to the coffee machine.

“The coffee stinks but it’s better than nothing.” He let go of your hand so he could pour you both a cup before handing you one and then proceeding to pour copious amounts of sugar in his own cup. 

“Spencer.” A voice came from behind him and he turned to see an older man with kind eyes and a kinder smile.

“Mitch, hi.” Spencer greeted him.

“It’s been a while.” 

“Four years, seven months, three weeks and one day.” He clarified. 

Mitch just nodded. Clearly he was used to Spencer’s weirdness. 

“And who is this?” Mitch directed his attention to you where you were standing behind Spencer.

“Oh sorry!” Spencer turned to and motioned you forward.

“This is my friend Y/N Y/L/N. Y/N, this is Detective Mitch Flannigan with the DCPD. He runs the meetings.” 

“Nice to meet you.” Mitch spoke as he extended a hand.

“You too.” you agreed as you shook with him. 

“I’m sorry to see you back here Spencer.” Mitch spoke solemnly, patting Spencer’s shoulder which clearly made the younger man uncomfortable. 

Mitch turned and headed to the podium to start the meeting. Spencer had a look of sadness in his eyes.

Instinctively you reached for his hand which made him tense up at first but he soon relaxed at your touch.

“It’s ok.” you whispered. 

He nodded without making eye contact and silently led you towards two vacant chairs.

You scanned the other faces in the room. It was something about the stony facades and rigid postures that caused you to come to the realisation. All the people here, all the addicts were law enforcement. 

As Mitch addressed the room your mind wandered. You’d never thought about it before but in their line of work, what they saw on a daily basis, it made sense. You couldn’t even begin to imagine the horrors they faced. 

Once Mitch was finished he opened the floor up. Spencer held your hand tightly the whole time. 

You listened to a man in his sixties talk about being shot and his subsequent addiction to painkillers.

You listened to a woman in her thirties discuss a raid on an underground child sex ring and how she hadn’t been able to get their faces out of her head so she’d started drinking to excess to try and black them out. 

A few other cops told their stories and each one broke your heart more. You had tears welling in your eyes when Spencer let go of your hand. 

You turned to him and he gave you a small nod before standing from his chair. 

He walked to the podium and chewed his lip.

“I uhm...I’m Doctor Spencer Reid with the FBI’s Behavioural Analysis Unit. And I’m an addict.” 

“Hi Spencer.” The people in the room chimed in unison. 

“My uh...drug of choice was dilaudid. Eleven years ago I got hooked on it after I was taken hostage by an unsub.” He paused and made eye contact with you and you nodded encouragingly. “I got clean, but we all know in our line of work, staying on the wagon isn’t so easy given what we see.”

There were nods of agreement from all in the crowd.

“A few months ago, I was wrongly accused of

murder and held in a correctional facility for almost four months. I never thought I’d be on that side of the law. It was the worst experience of my life and it’s changed me in so many ways.” He choked a little on his words. 

You gave him a reassuring smile. 

“When I was released it was the first time in years I considered using again. I even got my hands on some dilaudid.” He swallowed as did you. He hadn’t told you that. “But I didn’t take it. I flushed it. I was going to get through this without narcotics. And then a few days ago I found myself at a bar and I didn’t even hesitate in ordering that whiskey and drinking it. I told myself it wasn’t dilaudid so it was ok. But it wasn’t ok. Because now I can’t stop.” A small tear rolled down his cheek and you swore you felt your heartbreak. “I’ve haven’t had a drink,” he paused to look at his watch. “For fifteen hours, twenty six minutes and seventeen seconds. And it’s taken all my strength, everything I have, not to have another drink.” 

He was talking to you with his eyes. Something about the look that he was giving you told you you were his strength. 

“I’m under no delusion that I am different or special. I know that nineteen point seven million Americans battle with substance abuse, with seventy four percent of adults struggling with alcohol abuse in particular. And I also know that the rate of relapse can be as high as sixty percent.” He exhaled. “So why do I feel so alone in this?” 

Your eyes were welling with tears again and this time you couldn’t help a few fall. You wiped them quickly before Spencer could see. 

“Anyway, I’ll let someone else speak now.” He composed himself before heading back to his seat.

You grabbed his hand in an instant. 

“I’m here.” you mouthed to him, to which he nodded in reply.

***

Another few people took a turn to speak and then Mitch wrapped up the meeting. 

Afterwards Spencer spoke briefly to a few people while you nursed a cup of coffee. 

When he headed back to you he had a sad smile on his lips.

“Ready to go?” He asked you. 

“If you are.”

He nodded and as if by instinct he took hold of your hand and threaded his fingers in yours, leading you back out onto the street. 

“Are you hungry?” He asked you as the cool air blustered around you. It was dark out now and there was a slight chill to the air.

“Yeah I suppose so.”

“Let me take you for dinner. I feel like I owe you.”

“You don’t owe me anything.” you squeezed his hand. “And what self respecting restaurant would let us in dressed like this?” you laughed.

Spencer chewed his lip on contemplation for a moment before he nodded to himself.

“I know a great little place.” His eyes had a slight hint of mischief to them but you didn’t question him. 

You trusted him. More so than you had ever trusted anyone aside from your dad and Callie. 

So you let him lead you down the street. You walked in silence but it was a comfortable one. You could tell Spencer had lots of things playing on his mind and if he wanted to talk about them he would. You wouldn’t push him.

You didn’t think you’d ever felt as safe as you did when Spencer held your hand and his job had nothing to do with it. His body was close to yours, your shoulder brushing his arm at times which made him smile and you noticed it each time. 

He felt you tense when people walked by, specifically men. When they did he would squeeze your hand and run his thumb over your knuckles in reassurance. 

You walked for about fifteen minutes before Spencer led you into a small park. You spotted the hot dog stand almost instantly.

“I know it’s not fancy or anything, but they do great hotdogs.” He told you, somewhat shyly.

“It’s perfect.” you told him honestly. 

You allowed Spencer to order for you and he paid the friendly vendor before you started walking again. 

You meandered through the park as you ate.

“How are you feeling?” you finally asked him now you thought he’d had time to process things.

“Like I would kill a man for a single glass of whiskey.” He chuckled sadly. “But I feel marginally better after the meeting.” 

“Spencer,” you stopped walking and so did he. You stood under a street lamp which he thought illuminated you to perfection. “You know I’m here for you right? I know we barely know each other, but I’m in. Fully in. If you want me to be of course.”

“What are you trying to say?” He asked you and he couldn’t help but reach close and tuck a stray strand of your hair behind your ear.

You shuddered a little at his touch. 

“I don’t know the term.” You chewed your lip. “Sponsor I guess? I want to be your sponsor. I want to be the person you can turn to when things get too tough to bear. I want to help.” 

His heart swelled at your words. Yes, he was definitely falling for you. 

“That’s a huge commitment. Why would you do that for me?” 

You screwed the rubbish from your hotdog up and put it in your pocket. You took hold of Spencer’s free hand. 

“I don’t know.” you answered truthfully. “I don’t know why, but I do know I want to do this. There’s something about you Spence. It makes me want to be the one to make you smile, the one to hold your hand when you need it most. I don’t know why, but I do.” 

A small tear escaped Spencer’s eye and rolled down his cheek. With your free hand you reached up and gently brushed it away.

“I don’t want to burden you but I also can’t turn down your help. I don’t think I can do this alone.”

“You don’t have to.” 

“Being a sponsor is a big responsibility Y/N.” 

“I don’t mind.” 

“It means you can’t drink. I can’t be tempted. I don’t want to stop you-“

“I said I don’t mind.” you laughed. “I’ll do whatever it takes to help you, Spence.”

Then Spencer’s floodgates opened and he started sobbing. He dropped the remains of his food on the floor and fell into your arms.

He felt like he fit there perfectly, as though you were two missing puzzle pieces slotting together for the first time. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and he held you close. You laid your head on his chest and he leant his chin on your head.

“Thank you.” He cried. “Thank you so, so much.” He placed a gentle kiss on your crown and you squeezed him tighter.

“You are more than welcome.” 

For several long minutes you stood in the middle of the park embracing each other. Neither of you knew what came next, neither knew how this would work but for now it didn’t matter. For now all that mattered was you had each other and for the first time since he left prison, Spencer had hope.

After a little while you broke the embrace. You wiped Spencer’s tears with the sleeve of your sweatshirt.

“Come on then you. Let’s get a cab.” you took his hand again and turned you both around.

Spencer frowned.

“You only live a few blocks from here?”

“I know I do.” you laughed. “But we need to swing by your place.”

“I’m lost.” Spencer’s frown deepened. “Did I miss a vital part of this conversation?”

You continued to laugh, shaking your head.

“No, I didn’t explain myself.” you smiled. “If we’re going to do this, I don’t think you should be alone. It’s not that I don’t trust you, it's just…” you trailed off.

“It’s ok, I don’t trust myself.” Spencer told you sadly.

“I think you should stay with me. If you want to, of course.”

Spencer felt like he could cry all over again.

“If I try to argue I won’t win, will I?” 

“Not a chance.” you smiled. “You said yourself last night you couldn’t be alone. You can stay with me as long as you need to.”

Spencer stepped closer, removing his hand from yours. He cupped your face gently.

“Are you even real?” he smiled at you. “I swear you’re some kind of guardian angel.” without thinking he bowed his head and placed the gentlest, most passionate kiss on your lips.

You felt your knees go weak and your insides lit up like a flame.

When he pulled back, he sighed.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn't have done that.”

“It’s ok, it was nice.” you shrugged.

“Very.” he agreed. “But you’re my sponsor now, we should try and keep things…”

“Non sexual.” you laughed.

“Exactly.” he agreed. “I need to focus on my recovery right now. But if things don’t change...if these feelings don’t change…”

“They won’t.” you assured him. 

“I’m going to make you a promise.” he was still cupping your face like you were the most precious thing in the world to him. “When I get my ninety day sober chip...you and I…”

“It's a date.” you smiled. “We should get to your place so you can get some stuff.”

“Ok.” he agreed. He slid his hand in yours and you started walking again.

Ninety days couldn’t come soon enough.

***

Spencer’s apartment was exactly how you imagined it to be. It was dark but spacious, all browns and dark blues in colour. 

It was a complete mess which you assumed was a reflection of his mind right now. 

Books laid open everywhere. On the leather couch, the armchair, the table by the door, the bureau in the corner of the room and the floor. 

“Sorry, I haven’t had company in…” he tried to work it out but decided it would be too sad. “A really long time.” 

“It’s ok.” you insisted. “Right, shall we start with clothes?” you tried to focus him. 

He nodded and led you to his bedroom which was a stark contrast to the mess in the living room. 

His bed was neatly made with near military precision. There were no books scattered around, there wasn’t even so much as a glass on the bedside table. 

You sat on the end of his bed while he opened the closet and grabbed a duffel bag. He started taking clothes off hangers and neatly folding them into the bag. He didn’t know how much to pack as he didn’t know how long he would be gone for. 

“Five ties?” you questioned.

“I like ties.” 

“Spence, you aren’t going to work. I don’t know if you need five ties.” you laughed. 

“Fine, but I’m bringing one.” He took four out of the bag and then, “actually two.” 

You just rolled your eyes. 

You watched him pack, noticing most of his clothes were smart slacks, shirts and cardigans. 

“Do you own any comfy clothes?” you asked after a little while. 

Spencer seemed to consider this for a moment and then moved across the room and closed the door.

“I have this.” He pulled an old robe off the back of the bedroom door.

“It’s a start.” you shrugged. 

Next he went through to the bathroom for his toiletries; razor, shampoo and toothbrush.

He packed some books which he knew wouldn’t take him long to read, a pair of smart shoes just in case, underwear and socks and a few assorted scarfs.

“I think that covers it.” He said zipping up the bag a half hour later. 

His eyes glanced over the old chess set in the corner of the room.

“Do you play chess?” He asked you curiously.

“Uhm no. Never played.”

“We’re taking this then. I’m going to teach you.” He grinned before he started packing up the set into its box. 

“Sounds fun.” you smiled. 

Usually when Spencer talked to people about playing chess they groaned. You actually sounded as though you thought it would be fun. 

God this woman is something else. 

By the time you made it back to your apartment it was past ten. You made room in your closet for Spencer to hang his clothes and you consolidated your drawers so he could use one of those too. 

He added his toiletries to yours and his books to your bookcase. Your coats hung side by side next to the front door. 

You were officially living together. You’d known each other barely five minutes and you were living together, even if only temporarily. 

And Spencer was amazed by how normal it felt. 

“So, do you want to watch TV or read? Or are you as wiped as I am?” you asked him once all his stuff was away.

“I’m drained.” Spencer admitted. “Mostly mentally. Sleep would be nice.” He fell back to the couch but you frowned. You hadn’t thought about the sleeping situation.

“Spence, you are way too tall to keep sleeping on my couch. Take the bed, I fit nicely on the couch.” 

“That is categorically not going to happen.” He shook his head. “You are already doing so much for me. The last thing I’m going to do is kick you out of your own bed.” 

You thought about this for a moment. There was a perfect solution; you just weren't sure you wanted to broach it. You didn’t want to make Spencer feel uncomfortable, but you figured nothing about this friendship was conventional so what the hell.

“Hey, this situation is already weird as hell,” you began. “Let’s go for broke. Why don’t we share my bed? It's king size so we’ll have our own space. I mean don’t feel like you have to agree, it’s just an idea.” 

Spencer was blushing at the thought of sharing a bed with you. He wanted to, more than anything. But would he be able to keep his hands to himself?

“It does make sense.” He nodded. “I guess we could… give it a try.” 

“Ok.” you suddenly felt nervous even though it had been your suggestion. 

In silence you both headed to your room where you retired to the bathroom to change. 

Spencer had no idea what the appropriate thing to wear was when you were sharing a bed with someone who was a friend and a sponsor that you were incredibly attracted to. 

He settled on his boxers and an old t-shirt and he was under the covers before you came back.

You wore a pair of spandex bike shorts and an oversized t-shirt.

You shut off the lights and awkwardly made your way under the covers.

You laid on your backs at opposite sides of the bed. Maybe this was too weird? 

“It’s been a really long time since I shared a bed with someone.” you spoke up after a long silence. 

“Me too.” Spencer agreed. “A really long time.”

“Trust me, it’s been a really long time for me too.” you laughed, although you weren't so sure you were just talking about sharing a bed anymore. “Try two and a half years.” 

“Try seven years, two months, three weeks and four days.” 

You frowned and rolled your head to the side so you could look at him. He did the same and your eyes met even in the darkness. 

“Seven years?” 

“Yeah.” He chewed his lip in embarrassment. 

“Are we still talking about sharing a bed? Or-“

“Both.” 

You could tell he was blushing. 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah.” He sighed. “The only woman I’ve ever shared a bed with.”

“Seven years ago you were-“

“Thirty.” He swallowed. “I was somewhat of a child prodigy. I graduated high school when I was twelve. I had my undergraduate degree at sixteen. I was much younger than all my classmates so it was off the cards then. And then I joined the BAU and my life became all about work I guess. I didn’t really have time to think about...sharing beds.” 

“You’re adorable.” you reached for his hand and held it. 

“I think the word you’re looking for is pathetic.” He laughed. 

“Definitely not.” you insisted. “You are truly and utterly adorable. And I feel honoured to share a bed with you. And this time I mean it in the literal sense.” 

“So two and a half years huh? I find that hard to believe.”

“How so?”

“You’re beautiful. Funny, smart, creative-“

“Picky.” you cut him off. “I’m picky. And my ex was...I don’t really want to get into it.” 

He nodded his understanding.

“If you ever want to tell me, I’m here.” 

“Thank you. One day. Just not today. One lot of problems at a time.” 

“Sounds good.” Spencer yawned. 

You found herself yearning to be closer to him and you hoped what you did next didn’t make him uncomfortable. 

You shuffled closer and rested your head on his chest, wrapping your arm around his stomach. 

You felt him tense a little.

“Is this ok?” you whispered. 

His body quickly relaxed and he wrapped a protective arm around you, resting his hand on your hip.

“More than ok.” He softly kissed your head.

“Goodnight Spence.” 

“Goodnight Y/N.” 

You both fell asleep within minutes, falling into a deep, peaceful sleep which was new for both of you. 

But you found comfort in each other’s arms. And you each dreaded the day it would end.

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bad behavior | jjk | m

This is in the same universe as “bad influence.” It can, however, be read as a stand-alone. 

— summary; in which staying late to volunteer at a self-help meeting was the best decision you made in a while. 

— contents and warnings; smut, the endless adventures of badboy!jk x goodgirl!reader, public sex (in a church…), dirty talk, fingering, degradation (name calling) but also praise, unprotected sex, clothed sex, creampie, cum play, there is a window and also reflections, rough sex, cockwarming, jk being a lil shit because that’s his main personality trait, jk smokes (only mentioned), enemies to fuckbuddies: dawn of the first day 

— words; 8.2k

— author’s note; for the anon that asked how their first time was like ;) join me as we explore the lore of this godforsaken couple 

It was your mother’s idea for you to find a new place to volunteer. According to her, it had been a long time since you experienced “the invigorating energy of community work” — last time was when you were trying to level up your college application — and it could really “soothe your anxious soul” during the trying times of college finals. Apparently one tutoring program and two research projects weren’t enough to distract you, but you could see where she was coming from. 

In the end, you accepted. The old places you used to volunteer in had either shut off their programs or were just too far away from college for you to consider. At first, you decided to follow your mother’s suggestion and tried to work with children — “small miracles”, as she called them — in a local daycare. Which ended up being a terrible idea. 

You liked giving back to the community, you really did, but it wasn’t long until you realized that working with infants hasn’t been your wisest decision, and that children weren’t miracles at all. You got tired of going home covered in paint and with pieces of playdough entangled in your hair, and that was when you weren’t unlucky enough to get hit with other, less clean fluids. 

So you eventually gave up — both on the daycare and on the faint idea of one day going into pediatrics — and searched for a new place. After having to yell your way through retirement homes, and getting fed up with washing people’s sidewalks, you finally settled in a program that was flexible and light enough for your intense college hours: preparing (and then later cleaning up) a room that was reserved in a local church for weekly meetings. 

The entire ordeal took about two to three hours off your day, and more than half of it was spent as free time: waiting for the meeting to end, cramming piles of information in a small room next door. You didn’t really know what the meetings were about since they changed practically every month — they were, at first, a support group for teenage mothers, then it became an AA meeting, then a group for drug users trying to quit. Lately, you were starting to think that the church just gave away the room for whoever had the money to rent it, so it wasn’t a surprise when it was reserved for a motivational speaker to give confidence lessons. 

You had researched the guy, some old dude with an unpronounceable name and a sketchy background, and found exactly the type of person you had expected. Yes, you were in the house of Christ, but you were still being heavily judgmental of the fact that he was giving those talks when he had no qualifications whatsoever, and was probably making bank off all the self-help books he regurgitated at least twice a year to prey on vulnerable people. You did share your worries with the administrative office of the church, but they ultimately fell on deaf ears, and you gave up on the idea of kicking his ass out of the holy grounds anytime soon. 

It was after one of those pseudo-motivational talks that you walked into the empty room, ready to clean everything up before rushing back to your place, where your roommate had promised to greet you with some wonderful takeout. The chairs were still placed in a circle on the center of the room, where they had been since forever, and you made sure to align them perfectly before you moved on to the litter that had been thrown around the place. 

One good thing about those self-help meetings was that they were a lot cleaner than a lot of other attendees, so the “picking up the trash until your back started to hurt” part passed by surprisingly fast. You had just moved on to the snack table, analyzing what you could still save, when your soul almost left your body. 

“Hey, you,” you heard a known voice behind you. “What are you doing in here?”

You swiftly turned around, heart thumping violently against your ribcage. You didn’t know how you hadn’t let out the biggest, most blood-curdling scream ever, but that was just the first of many miracles of the night. “Jesus Christ,” you wheezed out, taking one hand to your chest. “You shouldn’t sneak up on people like this.” You swallowed dry, some part of your brain recalling that he had asked you a question. “And I’m volunteering here.” 

“I didn’t sneak up on you, you’re just jumpy.” Jungkook scoffed, leaning against the doorframe with that stupid playful smirk curling up on his lips. You didn’t know they allowed demons inside the church. “And of course you are.” He rolled his eyes. 

Maybe a few months back, his mocking tone would’ve stung a bit more. However, you had been tutoring Jungkook for about three months then, suffering through endless sessions of his whining and complaining, and you’ve grown used to his passive-aggressive antics already. You learned that Jungkook was a shark seeking for blood, waiting for any crack that would allow him to jump into a perverse little joke — about how you behaved, your priorities, or even the color of your highlighter. You, of course, always stood your ground and threw his comments right back at him — which was his initial plan, as you’ve come to realize. Jungkook enjoyed playfully arguing with you, and you thought that it was another level of strangeness and masochism you simply didn’t have time to dissect. 

Still, Jungkook (shockingly) wasn’t the terrible person you once thought he was. Every once in a while — when he was trying to talk you out of teaching him — the conversations you two would have were actually mostly pleasant, and he wasn’t awful to hang around when he dropped the whole badass persona to act like a real human being. You would even dare to say that Jungkook could be actually funny at times, and not in the bitter, sarcastic way he usually was. Sometimes, you dared to think, he could actually be reasonably nice. And also kind of cute. Even hot. 

But you would never actually admit any of that out loud. Or even to yourself, really. 

“And you?” You asked, turning back around to face the table full of half-eaten food. That looked like a battlefield, and you could already tell that there were only a few survivors left standing. “What are you doing here? Repenting?” 

Jungkook chuckled dryly. “You wish. My parents want me to quit smoking,” he said. You could not see him, but you could hear him walking closer to you as you fumbled with the large Tupperware. “We settled on this crap instead of a forced intervention.” 

You scoffed. Most of the food before you was unsalvageable — some of the cupcakes had been bitten once and then placed back, and you wondered how someone like that could function in society. “You don’t seem very motivated to quit,” you mumbled. 

Jungkook clicked his tongue. “I don’t really care.” 

His voice was much closer to you, and you felt the air leaving your lungs for a pitiful instant. You convinced yourself you had only gotten scared again. “You should care about the growing possibility of lung cancer.” 

He shrugged. “Maybe. But it’s not really on the top of my list of priorities at the moment.” 

“And what is?” You asked. 

“Amongst other things…” he trailed off and, suddenly, he was standing besides you, pointing at the chaotic pile of sweets. “I actually came back to grab another one of those cupcakes. The chocolate ones are great.” 

You didn’t know why, but his comment broke the odd tension that you didn’t even know that was there, clicking you back into your previous mentality — the one that you just wanted to finish cleaning up so you could leave soon. “All yours,” you told him, “grab as many as you want.” 

Jungkook hummed in satisfaction, reaching out to grab one special brown cupcake — an untouched one, thankfully. “I love when you talk dirty.” He almost moaned before shoving the cupcake inside his mouth, taking a huge bite off it. Dramatically, Jungkook rolled his eyes and sighed in delight. “These are fucking great.” 

You chuckled, glancing at his direction. Jungkook was dressed in all black, like he usually was, and you were starting to recognize a newfound admiration towards his constant use of leather jackets. What? He looked good. “I’m glad the self-help sessions are paying off,” you commented, swiftly placing the cupcakes inside the transparent container. 

Jungkook was paying attention to your actions now, like he noticed you were there working for the first time. “What are you doing with the rest?”

“The church will probably donate it, give it to the homeless or something.” You shrugged. “Or they’ll eat it, I don’t know. I just clean up the place and leave.” 

Jungkook laughed at that, taking another monstrous bite from his cupcake and throwing himself on one of the nearby chairs. Your eye twitched a little at the thought that he had ruined your perfect circle, but you’d have to fix that on your way out. “Sounds absurdly boring,” he sang. “And they’re not even paying you.” 

You sighed. “After all the places I’ve volunteered in, boring is a blessing,” you told him. You had just placed five hot dogs in the container, and you were starting to wonder if it would be a good idea to feed people in need with those suspicious sausages. “But, yeah, you probably don’t care about any of that.” 

“You don’t know what I care about,” Jungkook said matter-of-factly. You didn’t know if he was trying to tease you, but his voice came out so soft and monotone that you couldn’t really be mad about it. It was true, after all: you didn’t actually know what he cared about. Sometimes you thought that he could read you better than you could read him. “Want me to stay here with you? This place is probably empty already.”

You could not hold back your laugh at that, turning around so you could look at him. “Are you offering to be my bodyguard? In a church?” 

Jungkook pouted. There was a thin line of chocolate on the side of his lips, which he quickly licked clean. “I’m trying to be nice.”

You giggled, turning back towards the disgusting food. The rest was mostly trash, but you were happy enough with the amount you had managed to find in a good state. “That’s new.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked. “I’m always nice.”

“Always is a strong word.” You smiled, closing the lid of the Tupperware. You had managed to fill three small containers with the leftovers and, honestly, that was a big victory. “But you can stay or you can leave, I don’t mind. I’m almost done anyways.” 

He frowned. “Is that your answer?” 

You turned around. “What? You want me to beg for your company?” You smiled. “You’re mistaken if you think I’d ever do that.”

“I’m staying.” Jungkook crumpled up the piece of cupcake wrapping and threw it in the trash can besides your body. He watched you for a moment as you started to throw the leftovers away, your back turned to him and a distracted look on your face. When he broke the silence again, you were throwing the last piece of bread in the bin. “Why are you volunteering?” 

“Because I like giving back to the community.” 

Jungkook sneered at your words. “Seriously now. Don’t lie, we’re in a church.” 

“I do, actually,” you stood your ground. There was a vague sound of crickets coming from the half-open window and the low buzzing of the fluorescent lights above you, but, other than that, the city was covered in absolute silence. Perhaps that was why you felt so at peace. “But my mom told me it would be a good thing to keep myself relaxed. You know, take my mind off college stuff.” 

He hummed, and you heard him getting up from the chair. “You always do what your mom tells you?” 

You met his gaze. “Didn’t your parents make you come here?”

He smiled. “Not the point.” 

Before you could hold yourself back, your lips were curling up. Again: Jungkook wasn’t absolutely awful to be around when he actually acted like a human being. “When she says something I agree with, yes,” you told him. “My ego isn’t bruised when it comes to following someone’s idea.” 

He raised his eyebrows. “You’re saying that mine is?”

“I didn’t say that.” You smirked and turned back to the table. You started piling up the used plastic cups, already eyeing all the used plates, forks and knives that you’d have to throw away. The daycare had better eating manners than that. “Thought we were talking about me.” 

“We were,” Jungkook agreed. One of his inked hands moved to the table, and you were about to tell him that he could eat more of the cupcakes when you realized that he had started to reach for the discardable plates, throwing them away. You really didn’t think he’d help you. “Finals are coming up, though, and you care about that shit. Shouldn’t you be using this time to study or something?”

“I study while you’re out here listening to becoming your real self or, I don’t know... waking up the giant within,” you said. “I’m fine, don’t worry about it.” 

He hummed, his nose cringing up at the disgusting remains of food that stuck to the plastic forks. Jungkook seriously didn’t know how you could do that for fun. “You know there are better ways to relax than cleaning up a dusty room, right?” 

“Probably,” you agreed. The cups were already in the trash, alongside with the plates, and there were only a few crumpled up napkins to get rid of before you tasted the sweet nectar of freedom. “But here I am. That’s what I chose for myself.” 

“Literally any other option would’ve been better,” Jungkook pressed on. “Isn’t that obnoxious friend of yours in cheer or something?” 

“Who? Jisoo?” You smiled at him. No one had ever called her obnoxious, but you couldn’t say that the title didn’t fit. Jisoo could be really… intense when it came to standing up for what she believed in. “She is. She invited me to join her already, if that’s what you’re gonna ask, but it’s not really my thing.” 

“It’s a shame,” he mumbled, leaning against the table. It was a beautiful miracle how clean that room had become just by getting rid of the piles of gross food, and you had proudly thrown the last piece of paper inside the trash bin when Jungkook spoke up again. “You’d look really hot in that outfit.” 

You stopped in your tracks, taking a second to digest the claim he had so mindlessly thrown your way. Just like all-things-Jungkook, a pleasant conversation could not last long, so you weren’t even surprised that he managed to ruin that talk with such a fuckboy-esque comment. 

Also like all-things-Jungkook, he managed to awaken a reaction out of you that you didn’t even know could be there. With a faint heat in your cheeks and a frown blossoming amongst your features, you actually felt a little bit of... satisfaction with the fact that he thought that you’d look hot in that skimpy outfit. At the same time, you wanted to slap yourself for falling into his charms so easily. 

In that conflicting turmoil of emotions, all you could say was a monotone, “You cannot be serious right now.”

Even if you kind of wanted him to be serious. 

“I’m being dead serious,” Jungkook didn’t back down, much to the elation of your ego. You felt like a schoolgirl being recognized by her crush, and the idea alone made your stomach curl onto itself. What the hell were you even thinking about? Yeah, Jungkook was pretty hot, but he was also kind of a douche and you didn’t want to get involved with that mess of a person. Or at least that was what you were trying to convince yourself of. “I mean…” he continued, “you’re even rocking this knee-level dress right now, can’t even imagine how you’d look if—“ 

“You can shut up now, Jungkook, thanks,” you interrupted him. Because you didn’t know how to act when he was so blatantly flirting with you, you switched back to the same passive-aggressive behavior that you had given him for the past three months. Call it self-preservation, call it panic, but your mind simply didn’t know where to go from there. “And I’m also done here, so you can skidaddle back to whatever swamp you came out of.” 

“Awn, don’t be mean, princess.” He pouted. Jungkook was a master at getting you worked up, and you had just given that to him on a silver platter. Maybe if you had mock-flirted back, he would’ve baked away. You would never know. “I was just fucking with you, you’re too easy to tease.” 

You pressed your lips together, hip touching the corner of the now empty table. “You were pretty much harassing me,” you said playfully. 

“I was not.” Jungkook smirked, shoving his hands inside the pockets of his pants. When had the two of you gotten so close? There was barely any space between your chests. “But it’s okay, I’m not gonna compliment you anymore, don’t worry. You don’t have to be so defensive.” 

“I’m not being defensive,” you said, defensive. 

“What, is it the church setting?” He raised his eyebrows, taking a look around. “Is it making you uncomfortable?” 

“No,” you answered, crossing your arms before your chest. Jungkook followed the movement and his gaze got stuck on the shape of your breasts for a second too long, making a newfound wave of heat rise up to your cheeks. “Not as much as you’re trying to make me uncomfortable right now.” 

He chuckled. “You do look cute when you’re shy,” Jungkook teased, taking a step towards you, and you took another one back, pretending you were just going to lean against the table. You sat on it in a weird diagonal position, with one leg still on the ground and the other dangling over the edge. Jungkook was so close that, when he spoke again, voice just above a whisper, you could feel his breath on your skin. “If you don’t want me here, just ask me to go and I’ll go.” 

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. The atmosphere was filled with electricity, your body drowning in the warmth of his presence, the sharp seriousness in his dark eyes, and you could not bring yourself to say anything. Did you want him to leave? 

No, you realized in a rush of adrenaline, you didn’t want him to leave at all. 

Jungkook raised one of his eyebrows. “Hm? Nothing?” He smirked, placing himself between your legs. Every nerve of your body was screaming for you to touch him, to just wrap his mouth with yours, and you simply could not respond to any of its commands. “You’re full of surprises.” 

You found your voice at that comment, heart hammering against your chest. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“You’re a smart girl, you can figure it out.” Jungkook placed one strand of your hair behind your ear, his gaze flickering down to your chest. From where he stood, he could see the beautiful mounds of your breasts peeking under the fabric, licking his lips at the sight. “Can I at least say that I like your dress?” 

Jungkook’s palm slithered up your knee before you could even react, moving towards your inner thigh and raising your dress along with it. His touch was electrifying, and you found yourself craving more of it, a sigh caught on your throat at the tenderness of his hot skin. 

“Something tells me that your compliment isn’t so innocent,” you told him, leaning your head back slightly so you could hold his gaze. “Aren’t you gonna complete that and say that I would look better without it?”

Jungkook chuckled. “The idea is compelling, I’ll admit it,” he said, rubbing soft circles on your skin. His other hand slithered around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “But don’t need to take it off to fuck you.” 

Your eyes grew wide at that, brain short-circuiting. You frankly couldn’t believe that was happening — the fact that Jungkook was so shamelessly trying (and honestly succeeding) to initiate sex with you. In a fucking church too, of all places. “What- what did you say?”

“You heard what I said.” His stare didn’t falter. Jungkook was looking at you like he could eat you whole, and you seriously wouldn’t mind if he tried to. You'd deal with the social and psychological implications of that another time. “Just tell me to stop and I’ll do it, princess. No hard feelings, promise.” 

This time, you spoke out and the firmness and certainty in your voice surprised even yourself. “I don’t want you to stop.” 

“No?” His voice sounded like honey, so deep and melodic even through the thick layers of his sarcasm. You had never heard him get so serious, so focused, and the thought that it was all for you was igniting a fire inside your guts. “You wanna get fucked in a church?” 

You bit your lip, blinking up at him. The point was: you wanted Jungkook, of all people, to fuck you. The fact that it was in a church was just the cherry on top, and you didn’t care about it as much as you should — your mom would be weeping blood if she knew what was going on, but you weren’t planning on telling anything to anybody. “And what if I do?” You asked back teasingly. 

Jungkook smiled, knocking the breath right out of you. You could only hope that you didn’t look as horny as you felt, because your pride was still on the line. “Told you that you were full of surprises.” He pushed one of your legs open, making you lose your support on the floor. Now, both of your feet were dangling off the edge, body trapped between his strong arms and thighs on either side of him. “Are you a virgin, baby?”

You shook your head, and your voice reached you a bit later. “No.”

“Naughty,” Jungkook said, leaning in. He stared at you like a lion stalking its prey, his gaze lingering on your parted lips before, at last, he tilted his head to the side, deciding to move towards your neck instead. “But if you have the taste I think you do, you probably had some lame missionary sex with some goodie-two shoes.” 

When he started kissing your neck, you almost forgot to give him a response. You had to bite your lip to suppress a moan, instead producing a low, shaky sigh. “And if I did? What’s the problem with some lame missionary sex?” 

“No need to get mad, I’m on your side here,” Jungkook said, one of his hands navigating up your waist, between the valley of your breasts, before grabbing your boob. That time, you couldn’t hold back the whimper that escaped you. “Did he make you cum?” 

“Sometimes,” you said, slightly flustered. You didn’t think you’d be discussing your sexual history with Jungkook, but, well, there you were. “He was alright.” 

“Only sometimes?” Jungkook chuckled, the vibrations of his deep timbre vibrating through the sensitive skin of your neck, his thumb grazing your nipple. The heat between your legs only grew, your entire body practically begging to feel more of him. “That’s a shame, I could do better.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t start getting cocky.”

“I never stopped being cocky,” he responded without hesitation. Well, he was right. “And I do have a good track record.” 

“Doubt it,” you said, the ghost of a smile lingering on your lips. You knew that you were playing a dangerous game, pressing right at the weak spots of his inflated ego to see how he would react. Perhaps you’d be luckier trying to poke a bear with a short stick. “You wouldn’t know the difference between a real and fake orgasm even if it hit you in the face.” 

Jungkook leaned back and looked at you for an instant. You knew he had caught onto your challenge straight away. He liked it as much as you did, there was no doubt about that. “Let’s see, shall we?” he asked. There was no denying the devilish aura that was all around him now, suffocating you with its tempting heat. “How long do we have?”

“I’m locking up the room tonight,” you said, watching as his eyes sparked with an emotion you could not decipher. “But I wanna get home before ten. Have homework.” 

You could see him fighting against the natural urge to ridicule you for saying something like that at such an odd time, but, at the end, he managed to avoid it. “More than enough time.” Jungkook placed one hand on the back of your neck, gaze darting hungrily toward your lips. “Come here.”

And then his mouth was on yours, and everything else was white noise. Jungkook kissed you much slower than you had anticipated, taking his sweet time caressing your mouth with his; hands exploring the curves of your body and teasing their way underneath your dress. He sighed heavily against your mouth when you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss, his soft tongue poking out and entering your mouth perfectly. Jungkook was a good kisser, you had to admit it, and he got your knees weak sooner than you’d like. 

His body was hot and firm against yours and you could feel the outline of his abs underneath your fingers as you trailed your hands down his torso; his quick heartbeat drumming on your palms. Jungkook’s breathing got heavier as you hooked your fingers on the hem of his pants and tugged him toward you. Instantly you noticed the outline of his hard cock against your inner thigh. 

Then, something switched. Just as you had reached out to touch his hardness, squeezing it lightly underneath your fingers, Jungkook groaned against your mouth and bit down on your lip. You had barely any time to react before he was pulling away from the kiss, gaze darkening. 

“Such a tease,” he mumbled hoarsely, his breath hitting your mouth in soft waves. His hand was hovering over your heat, his middle finger pressing down on your sensitive nub, making you whimper. “You don’t know what you do to me.” 

Jungkook was much quicker than your thoughts and, within a second, the motion of your panties being pushed aside made you fumble closer to him; your hands holding tightly onto his shoulders when he finally decided to touch you. 

“Fuck,” he groaned next to your ear, making your mind go blank for a split second. The teasing motions of his digits brushing your entrance were enough to make you whimper, hips thrusting forward in a failed attempt to make him move further. “Look at this, you’re soaking my fingers. Wanna get fucked that bad?”

But he didn’t let you respond. The sudden intrusion of two fingers inside your pussy made your back arch, nails digging in the leather of his jacket as Jungkook opened you up. “I—” you tried to speak, but it was hard to think when he started pumping his fingers in and out of you. The sounds of your wetness were a filthy symphony filling the quiet atmosphere. “Jungkook, what—” 

“God, that’s so tight,” he groaned, speaking through clenched teeth. His voice was enough to shut you up at the spot, a frail moan dripping from your lips. “Relax, baby, you’re too tense. Let me take care of you, alright?” 

You nodded, eyes drifting shut as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you. You hated to admit it, but Jungkook was already winning against your ex by a long shot: the way his digits brushed inside you, gradually moving apart to stretch you, got you searching — begging — for more. You were sure you could cum around his fingers and, when he curled them up and they dragged against your sweet spot, the idea became a lot more palpable. 

“Jungkook, you’re taking too long, I’m gonna cum like this,” you complained, chest rising and falling under the waves of your upcoming orgasm. You could feel it building up in your stomach, ready to snap, and you didn’t want it to happen around his fingers. “I wanna feel you.” 

Jungkook breathed out at your needy request, placing a kiss against your jaw. “I’m just getting you ready for my cock, baby,” he said. A loud moan dripped from you when he unceremoniously added a third finger, your legs trembling on either side of his body. “I don’t know if you can take it.”

You scoffed. “Don’t flatter yourself,” you said, only half aware of the fact that your voice sounded more like a whimper than a serious comment. “I can.” 

He smirked wickedly. You really were pushing his buttons. “We’ll see about that,” Jungkook responded. 

Within a second, right as your orgasm was about to wash over you, he removed his fingers from your pussy. The frustrated moan you let out was quickly swollen by him, his mouth rogue against yours and the sweetness of his tongue intoxicating you — probably those stupid cupcakes, you thought. 

“Turn around for me,” he asked. 

You quickly did as he requested, putting your feet on the ground before turning your back to him, hands leaning on the table. Jungkook placed one hand on the curve of your spine, pushing you down until you had your chest against the surface, ass perked up and pussy in full display for him. There was a gush of cold air against your flesh when he pulled up the fabric of your dress and tossed it over your waist, exposing your lower body for him.

The boy hummed at the sight, one of his legs kicking your feet apart so he could position himself in the middle of your thighs. “You’re pretty all around,” Jungkook commented, one of his palms grazing your asscheek before grabbing it. His motion was harsh, needy; earning a whimper from you. “Knew you would be.” 

Through the dense clouds of your desire, there was still some part of you that managed to make fun of that situation. “You spend your free time thinking about my ass?”

“Won’t answer until I have a lawyer present,” he joked. 

You felt his fingers hooking around the fabric of your panties, pushing it further to the side so you had your cunt fully exposed for him to see. The drumming of your heartbeat almost drowned out the low groan he produced at the sight of your flushed heat. 

“Princess, your pussy is dripping so much…” Jungkook trailed off, one of his fingers tracing a line between your lips. He felt the urge to eat you out, to lick you completely clean and make you cum on his tongue, but he decided that would have to wait for a different time. “Is this all for me?” 

“Yeah, all for you,” you said, weak. There was a thundering exasperation building up inside you, motivated from your denied orgasm and from the way that Jungkook was taking his sweet time. 

“Good girl,” he mumbled and your chest was filled with pride. “Can’t wait to fuck it.” 

“Then don’t wait,” you practically begged. “Just rush.”

He removed his finger from your heat. “Shh… be patient,” Jungkook told you and you swore you could practically hear the smile in his voice. You could hear him shuffling behind you, the sound of his zipper opening echoing around that still room. “I’m gonna give you whatever you want.” 

You whined at the abrupt feeling of his warm cock rubbing between your folds, its tip hitting your clit after every languid thrust. “Fuck,” you cried out, shaky. Jungkook wasn’t lying when he said that he was big, his length was so thick that you were starting to get second thoughts whether you could take it or not. Not that you would ever admit it out loud. “Just put it in, Jungkook.” 

But Jungkook was having way more fun just teasing you. “Pussy’s so wet for me.” He breathed out, his hands tightening around your hips. You felt him throb between your folds, and the sensation got you searching for air. “You’re soaking my cock, baby. You want it that much?”

“Y-Yeah.”  

Jungkook hummed, leaning in so he could place a kiss on your shoulder. “I’m gonna fuck you like you deserve to be fucked, princess,” he promised, his length still rubbing between your folds. He was so hard and heavy that your mind was spinning, your lungs drowning in expectation. “Gonna fuck you so well that you’re never going to forget it. Do you want that?”

“Yes,” your voice was a pathetic moan, and you hated your body for betraying you so easily. “Yes, please.” 

After another pec on your shoulder, Jungkook leaned back. “Be loud for me, alright?” He asked. “Can you do that for me?”

You swallowed hard — what were the chances that someone would hear you? You had no idea. “Yeah, whatever you want, just fuck me.”

“Whatever I want? That’s a dangerous thing to say.” He moved around behind you, making you flinch when you felt his cock align with your dripping entrance. The anticipation was driving you insane. “Might have to see if you’re up for it another time.” 

There was an answer somewhere in your mind — you could swear there was — but it was quickly forgotten the second that Jungkook pushed himself inside you. The drag of his cock was a delicious torture, streching you out and filling you up to the brim until you were shaking under his touch, both of you moaning at the sensation. 

“Oh my god.” You breathed out, hands turning into fists on the table. Your cheek was pressed against the polished wood, hot breath creating small white clouds on the surface. 

Jungkook released a shaky sigh when he felt you clenching around him, your body desperately trying to move closer to him. “Fuck, baby,” he hissed, his hands holding onto your hips for dear life. Gradually, he moved himself away from your pussy just so he could slam back inside, marveling on the way you trembled at the feeling, crying out his name in the prettiest of whimpers. “Your pussy is so fucking tight. Squeezing my cock so well.” 

Took you only an instant to realize that you were absolutely addicted to the feeling of his cock inside you, the heavenly push of his hardness in and out of you as he slowly started to set a pace. “Oh my god, I’m—” a pitiful hiccup interrupted you, turning your voice into a sharp cry. “That’s so good, Jungkook.”

Jungkook chuckled behind you, his thrusts starting to pick up speed. Your eyes closed in endless bliss, every part of your brain focused on the sensation of his fat length stretching you up. “Told you I’d be, not my fault you didn’t believe me,” he said, but you could tell that his confidence had started to wear itself thin — he, too, seemed to be much more focused on the way that your bodies met. “Do you touch yourself, princess?”

You almost didn’t know how to answer him, a deep heat rushing up to your cheeks. “W-What?”

“When you’re alone, baby,” he practically hissed. You were bouncing on the table then, your body jerking up and down as he fully pistoned his cock inside your heat. “Do you play with your little pussy?”

“Y-yes,” you stammered, embarrassed. “S-Sometimes.” 

“Show me how you do it,” he requested in-between huffs, lust dripping from every syllable. Jungkook spoke to you like a siren, effortlessly inducting you to comply with everything he wanted. “Come on. Don’t be shy, I wanna see you play with yourself for me.” 

You didn’t even know if what you were feeling was shyness, but there was a veil of hesitation that covered your actions. As your hands moved downwards, one of them clenching around the fabric of your dress and pulling it up while the other trailed over your mound, you felt strangely vulnerable, exposed. At the same time, you wanted to do what he asked you to, wanted him to wash you over with compliments until your mind was going blank. 

So you closed your eyes and focused on the sensation of two of your fingers coating themselves in your wetness, then their pressure on your clit. You whined at the feeling, pleasure exploding in your veins as you started to rub yourself, tracing small circles on your sensitive spot. There was no way you could ever reach that sensation again, the sweet motions of your fingers combining perfectly with the thrusts of his hard, fat cock inside you. You were doomed. 

“That’s it… just like that, baby,” Jungkook whispered, obsessed with the sensation of your walls fluttering around him. You had gotten so tight that he thought he would see heaven at any second now. “Feels good?” 

“Y-Yeah, so good...” you struggled to get out, “feels amazing, Jungkook.” 

“So perfect for me,” his praise shot straight up to your core, making you mewl under him. God, the way that you were tightening around him was going to drive him insane. “You feel so fucking good, I can’t stop fucking you.” 

Jungkook took one of his hands to your neck, using it to guide your body upwards until you had your back pressed against his chest; his hot lips assaulting your neck. The new position made it so much easier for his cock to drill inside you, reaching even deeper and hitting sweet spots you didn’t even know you had. It wasn’t long before you were moaning out, eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure overtook you. 

“Just take a look at that, baby,” his voice broke you out of your hypnotized state.  “Look at you. Such a good slut, just taking everything I’m giving you, touching yourself for my cock… fuck. Could watch you like this forever.” 

You had to take a moment to understand what he was talking about, and then you saw it: the window. It stood silently across the room from you, half open, and the glass combined with the darkness of the night gave a perfect reflection of the two of you. You could see yourself, the mess you had become, as Jungkook pounded in and out of you and your fingers worked on your clit; the darkness of his hungry gaze as he followed the motions of your body against his. 

Even if you cried out at the sight, your body freezed up a little at the thought of someone walking by and seeing that private spectacle. The possibility itself was minimal — the window gave way to the side of the land, where a big, thick fence separated it from the nearby houses; most of the ground covered by large trees and bushes — but it wasn’t zero. You couldn’t even begin to imagine the humiliation that would come from being seen like that. 

He, of course, noticed your change of demeanor right away, and you could see in the faint reflection that he had smirked at that realization. “What is it? Are you worried someone is going to walk by?” Jungkook almost groaned against your ear. His cock continued to pump ferociously in and out of you, and you couldn’t even understand your own thoughts for a moment. “That someone is gonna see you get fucked like a good slut?” 

“It’s not—” a moan cut your sentence short. Not like you knew where you were heading, anyways. 

“No one is gonna see you like this, know why?” Jungkook was grunting, his fingers tightening around your throat. You cried out at the feeling, your cunt clenching around him in a way that got him fucking you even harder. “Cause this is all for me. Just for me.” 

Then he was pushing you back on the table, your chest crashing against the wooden surface and his hands yanking you by the waist. Jungkook was fucking you so hard that your worries left you as soon as they arrived, your mind a turmoil of desires and broken exclamations that didn’t give space to anything else but him. 

“You look fucking gorgeous like this, stuffed with cock,” he marveled at the sight. There was a known wave of pleasure hovering over you, ready to crash at any given moment, and you stopped rubbing yourself just so you could prolong its arrival. “Wanna see you cum for me, make a mess for me, baby.” 

The words left you in a confusing, broken order, “Jungkook, I can’t… too much… can’t...” 

“Shhh, you can,” he was slowly easing you into your orgasm, his cock drilling in and out of your pussy. Jungkook fucked like a machine, fast and precise, and you didn’t think you’d be able to forget that anytime soon. “You told me you could take it, so now you’re gonna take it. Don’t you wanna be good for me?” 

“I- I want to… I’m so close,” you cried out, pressing your forehead against the table. You didn’t know how it hadn’t broken yet, with the way that Jungkook was fucking you so mercilessly hard. “I’m so, so close.”

“Cream my cock, baby, come on,” he urged you on, his member throbbing inside you at the thought. Your legs were so weak that you knew you’d fall facedown on the floor if he wasn’t supporting your weight with his strong arms. “Be a good girl and cream my cock for me.” 

And that was it. That was all that you needed to push yourself over the edge, submerging you in ecstasy and making you squeeze him so deliciously. “J-Jungkook!” You moaned out his name again and again, unsure of how loud you were being, but also not caring as much as you should. Jungkook realized he loved hearing you call his name more than anything else. “Fuck! Oh my god!”

“That’s it, baby,” he moaned back, his thrusts a sloppy, uncoordinated mess. He was hypnotized by the view of your cunt hugging him, your wetness dripping down your thighs as you rode out the last seconds of your orgasm. “Pussy’s so fucking tight, so fucking perfect— gonna cum too.” 

You gasped out at the sensitivity that was starting to spread, every movement shaky as you tried to push yourself against him. “Yes, please.” You looked over your shoulder, meeting his hooded gaze. Jungkook looked like a god, his dark hair sweaty and messy and his lip trapped between his teeth. That image would plague you forever. “Cum inside me, please.” 

He groaned loudly, eyes closing for a second. “Fuck, that’s so fucking hot,” he hissed, chest heaving with anticipation. You knew he was close, everything pointed to that, and all that you wanted was to see him reach his high, using your body like it was just a doll for him to fuck. “Didn’t know you’d want to be filled up with cum, princess.” 

“I’m full of surprises.” You smiled — a pretty, fucked-out smile that got Jungkook grunting like a madman. “I want your cum inside me, Jungkook, please.” 

“Gonna fuck you full of my cum, don’t worry— Shit.” The sounds he was making were heavily: those breathy, high-pitched moans that echoed all around you; broken by deep grunts that had your thighs shaking. Jungkook fucked himself in you like he was meant for it, throwing his head back and closing his eyes as he finally found his orgasm. “Fuck! That’s it, fuck—”

Jungkook called out your name and mixed it with praises and curses when he came, spilling himself inside your pussy. You sighed at the feeling, taking in the blissful sensation of having his hot cum spilling out of you, dripping down your legs as he continued to thrust inside you, milking out his orgasm. 

At last, he started to wince from sensitivity. His body collided against your back, his heavy breathing fanning your neck as he tried to collect himself. “Fuck, baby,” he mumbled, “you’re amazing.” 

“You’re not so terrible yourself.” You could not help the smile that appeared on your lips, nor the way that you melted against the surface of the table, drowning in his heat. 

Still, you couldn’t stay there for much longer: it was already a miracle that no one heard the chaos going on in that room, and you weren’t trying to push your luck for the night. Especially since you had a pile of homework (and possibly — now cold — takeout) waiting for you at home. 

You raised your body, leaning against your elbows. “I have to leave,” you told him, taking one of your hands to lay on top of his tattooed one, trying to ease his grip from your waist. “Now if you could just…” 

“Shhh, shhh,” Jungkook hushed, unrelenting. He was much stronger than you, and your muscles were too weak for you to try and do much, so you eventually gave up. “Stop moving. Let me feel you around me for just a bit more.” 

You frowned. “Why?”

“I like it,” he said simply. His breath was a faint caress against the skin of your neck, and you didn’t have much fight left in you. “We all have our tastes.” 

You rolled your eyes. “You’re so weird.”

“Don’t kinkshame.” Jungkook pouted, then pressed a kiss against your shoulder. “You just begged me to fuck you in a church, remember?” 

“Yeah, I guess I don’t have much place to judge.” You laughed dryly, then looked over your shoulder. “Why is your cock still hard? How long is this gonna take?” 

Jungkook groaned, clearly annoyed. “Shut up and enjoy the moment.” 

~ 

The so-called moment lasted about two more minutes (which was kind of impressive, you thought) before Jungkook softened and slipped out of you. You hated to admit but you kind of liked the feeling of having him still inside you, completing you as his lips danced around your neck; fingers tenderly playing with your hair. You never thought Jungkook would be so gentle after fucking you like that, but you guessed that you weren’t the only one that was full of surprises. 

Jungkook, apparently, also liked to admire his work. After he had slipped out of you, he made you sit back on the table just so he could stare at his own cum dripping out of you, a glimmer of satisfaction in his dark gaze. He had pushed his white release back inside you and smirked up at you, asking, ever so kindly, for you to go home like that, filled with his cum. 

You, of course, promptly accepted it. 

“By the way,” he called when you two had already stepped out of the church, enveloped by the coldness of the night. There was only one solitary light pole illuminating his features, making him look like one of the saints in the chapel — nothing but fake advertisement, in your opinion. “Wanna know how much I got in that immunology test?”

“How much?” You asked. 

“Eighty two.” Jungkook smiled brightly then, and you found yourself joining him. “Never saw a grade so high in my life. And that counts all the times I’ve cheated too.” 

“Seems like the tutoring sessions are paying off.” You crossed your arms before your chest, the hem of your dress swirling around your knees. The night was weirdly peaceful after everything that had taken place. 

“They are.” He nodded. “I’m looking forward to the next one. Helps that my tutor is kind of a hottie too.”

You scoffed. “So I’ve heard.”  

“And, by the way?” 

“Yeah?”

“You would look better without it.” He pointed at your dress, a sly smile already sprouting on his lips. “Hope to see it next time.”

“Good night, Jungkook.” You rolled your eyes, already turning around — yeah, like there would ever be a next time. 

~ 

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#15 + Taakitz?

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There’s a moment after Taako’s eyes wrench open that he considers burrowing deeper into his blankets and avoiding the day. Unfortunately, his damn conscience won’t let him. He promised the little twerp that he absolutely wouldn’t reschedule this week’s magic lesson for the third time and something tells him Angus will hold him to it.

Taako rises and slowly starts getting dressed, picking through his closet and the teetering pile of items stacked on the chair in the corner. He pulls together something a little nicer than he’d normally throw on for the lesson since Kravitz had not-so-subtly hinted at an impromptu date in the early evening. He does his best to tamp down a stupid, mushy smile; he hates to admit it but Kravitz makes him happier than he’s been in…well, ever, actually. But this isn’t a joy he’s looking to go broadcasting. None of the boner squad’s fucking business how he’s spending his off time and gods know that if he goes around smiling and shit that everyone on the entire moon will have about a hundred questions. Can’t an elf just smile? Does it have to mean that he’s hiding some secret boyfriend? Never mind the fact that he is, in fact, hiding a secret boyfriend.

Figuring he’s wasted enough time to be fashionably late, Taako grabs the Umbrastaff, puts on his hat, and heads off to meet Angus.

“Hey sir? Can I ask you something?” Angus perches on the arm of the bench and regards Taako carefully.

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“Okay, little dude, let’s take a quick fifteen. You’ve made some good progress but let’s not overdo it right away,” Taako says as he makes his way over to a bench near where he and Angus have been practicing some low-level evocation work. Since the one incident, they’ve both decided that outdoor magic lessons are the way to go. He sprawls out, taking up almost the entire bench.

“You just did.” He laughs a little at Angus’s face of displeasure. “Go ahead, you’ve had your thinking face on for the past forty minutes.”

“Have you gone shopping recently?”

Taako snorts and starts fiddling with his necklace. “Yeah? Listen, Ango, they don’t tell you this—”

“Who is ‘they?’”

“—but when you’re an adult with an income of your own, you can buy shit when you’re bored or feeling a little down and that might only be a temporary fix but you do end up having some cool shit to show for it! It’s like a level seven wizard thing, no wonder you don’t know about it,” Taako says breezily.

“Okay, I guess that makes sense.” Angus seems unsatisfied, his thinking face making a reappearance.

“Alright, I’ll bite. What sparked this line of questioning?” Taako gives his necklace a decisive tug before releasing it.

Angus lights up at Taako’s question and looks entirely too prepared to launch into a lecture. “Well, sir, your style seems to have changed a bit.”

“My style?” Taako wrinkles his nose in confusion. “Whattaya mean?”

“Normally you’re into some migraine-inducing combinations of colors and patterns—”

“Gee, thanks Angus.”

“—no offense! It’s cool, just a bit jarring sometimes. But like today, you’re dressed a little more formally and in more…subdued colors.” Angus gestures at Taako’s outfit. And Taako supposes he’s a little right but you can’t always wear a flirty skirt. Sometimes you just gotta wear some sharp pants and a cool shirt.

“That it?”

“Nope! You’ve also started wearing accessories that don’t really seem to be your style.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! I mean, I have to say, I’ve never heard you say a nice thing about a bird but suddenly you’ve got some feathers in your hat and what seems to be a little bird skull pendant. Also you’ve been wearing more silver jewelry lately. It’s weird.” Angus narrows his eyes at Taako and Taako can see those wheels turning in his head.

“Respectfully, sir, don’t bullshit me,” Angus deadpans.

Shit. Can’t hide shit from this kid. Taako didn't even realize he was doing this, either. He supposes he's just found himself more and more drawn to things that remind him of Kravitz. He can't believe his own subconscious would betray him like this. If you can't trust yourself, who can you trust?

Taako does his best to keep his demeanor relaxed. “Variety is the spice of life, kid. I’ve got a brand, natch, but that doesn’t mean I can’t mess around with it sometimes.”

“Angus, if you were talking to anyone else I would be so proud right now.”

“I’m very smart and I’m very good at putting things together. I know the Director was stressed out because an undead entity was on the base a while back. And I know you’ve been dressing differently and I know you’ve been smiling a lot more lately. And I have it on good authority that you were seen patronizing a particular business on the base with someone that nobody in the entire Bureau could identify when given a description. Not even Garfield.” Angus speaks clearly and evenly, laying out each and every damning piece of evidence and stacking them up against any defense Taako could make.

Taako narrows his eyes and crosses his arms. “What are you insinuating here, little man?”

Angus smiles a little too smug for Taako's liking. “I’m not insinuating anything, sir! I’m just hurt that you’re keeping your boyfriend a secret from us.”

Taako sits up and looks around, shooting a sharp glare at Angus. “You’re too fucking good at this,” he hisses quietly at Angus. “What’s it gonna take for you to keep quiet?”

--

Kravitz passes through the tear he created with little effort, smiling widely as he enters Taako’s room. “Sorry I’m a little late, there was a ghastly mountain of paperwork I had to get through. But I’m very glad to see you.” Kravitz leans in to give Taako a kiss but is stopped by Taako’s hand on his chest. “Taako, is everything—”

Taako holds up a finger to get Kravitz to pause. “So you know how I’m just the coolest and best mentor for a little baby twerp?”

Kravitz furrows his brow. “Yeah, you’ve mentioned Angus before, love.”

Taako nods. “And you know how I’ve told you he’s like, a detective in training?”

“I am not in training, sir!” A voice from behind Taako says, sounding positively offended. Taako grimaces and steps aside, revealing a young boy. “Hello, sir!My name is Angus McDonald, I’m the world’s greatest detective, and I have a couple of questions for you.”

Kravitz looks to Taako.

“I’m exchanging his silence for a five-minute conversation. Sorry bones.” Taako doesn’t sound particularly apologetic.

Kravitz blinks and looks back at Angus. “Okay. Nice to meet you Angus, my name is Kravitz. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“All terrible things,” Taako supplies. Angus rolls his eyes fondly. He eyes Kravitz over, scrutinizing every detail he can see.

“Are you dead?”

“Technically speaking, yes.”

“How’d you die?”

“I got sick.”

“With what?”

Angus nods and eyes Kravitz’s hands before smiling a little. “Did Taako paint your nails?”

“Didn’t exactly have a chance to find out.”

"Are you the Grim Reaper?"

"Many would call me that, yes."

"Were you the one who tried to kill Mr. Taako, Mr. Magnus, and Mr. Merle?"

Kravitz grimaces for a moment. "Technically yes but it was for work."

"Are you the reason Mr. Merle has a tree arm now?"

"Mmm, I'm the reason he doesn't have his old arm. I can't take credit for the tree."

“Oh gods,” Taako groans, putting his head in his hands.

Kravitz looks at the metallic blue polish on his nails and smiles a little sheepishly. “He did.”

Angus looks over to Taako. “Will you do mine?”

“Tomorrow, I’m busy tonight,” Taako says, nodding towards Kravitz.

Angus nods and regards Kravitz again, thinking face making a full comeback. Angus motions for Kravitz to bend down to his level. Kravitz hesitates for a moment but ultimately obliges; he’s embarrassed to admit it but he’s intimidated by such a serious child.

“What are your intentions with Mr. Taako?”

“Annnnd we’re done!” Taako interrupts before Kravitz can answer.

“But you said five minutes!” Angus whines, sounding remarkably like his age for once.

“And I also said no needlessly weird questions, bud.”

Angus frowns but stops his protest. That was part of the agreement but Angus feels he was well within his right.

“Don’t worry, Angus, I don’t think I’m the one you need to worry about here,” Kravitz winks conspiratorially.

“Evil, both of you,” Taako throws his hands up in faux exasperation. “I actually don’t want to spend time with either of you anymore.”

“Uh-huh, sure.”

“I mean, I can just rip another portal if you’re serious.”

Taako frowns deeply. "You guys didn’t believe me for a second?”

“Nope.”

“Not even a little, love.”

“Shit.”

[btsqualityy]

I Choose You

Taehyung x Reader

Genre: ABO (Alpha/Beta/Omega) dynamics, crushes-to-lovers, kind of a soulmate!AU (it’s based on their scents), fluff, and smut

Warnings: Oral sex (Male and female receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talk, soft Dom!Taehyung, impregnation kink, and creampie 

Author’s Note: This fic is based on a prompt from the Spring Fest “Spring Will Come Again” hosted by @bangtanarmynet! I hope you guys enjoy it!

Prompt: Every Spring Fest, the unmated Alphas had to choose a mate but when Taehyung felt a pull, he didn’t expect it to lead to you.

“Come on!” Taehyung whined loudly. “Just tell me!”

“You know that I cannot tell you who is participating in the Mating Ceremony Tae,” Jimin giggled. “It’s against pack rules.”

“Alright, well just give me a clue,” Taehyung tried to bargain. The two of them were sat outside in the territory that belonged to their pack, deciding to enjoy their lunch in the newly nice weather.

“You know, to be an Alpha, you have no sense of patience,” Jimin laughed.

“And for you to be an Omega, you have no sense of loyalty to your best friend,” Taehyung pouted.

“Oh God, he’s pulling out the pouts,” Jimin groaned playfully. “If you’re so impatient about not being able to know who’s participating in the Ceremony beforehand, then why are you even doing it?”

The Mating Ceremony was an age old tradition in Taehyung’s pack that occurred every year, right at the start of the Spring Festival. For people who still believed in soulmates, the Mating Ceremony was an unbiased opportunity for those people to find the one that their soul desired. The Omegas and Betas would gather together, with their faces hidden, and it was up to an Alpha to use only their sense of smell to find the scent that they liked the most. 

Of course, a lot of people felt that scents weren’t the only important thing when it came to building the foundation of a relationship as time has passed but it was still an honored and revered tradition nonetheless. 

“Besides the fact that literally everyone that I know has found their mate during the Ceremony?” Taehyung huffed. “The fact that I’m almost 26 years old and haven’t found my mate yet.”

“Oh please, you say that as if you’re old and if you’re old, then I’m old,” Jimin said as he rolled his eyes. “And I’m definitely not old.”

“Well, you say that because you’re not alone,” Taehyung pointed out. “My parents found each other 27 years ago, Yoongi hyung found you three years ago, Joon hyung found Aareum the year before that, and hell, even Jin hyung found Jungkookie last year. Too long, didn’t read, I’m gonna die alone if I don’t do it.”

“I feel so bad for your future mate because you are so fucking dramatic,” Jimin laughed as he reached over and stole a French fry off of Taehyung’s plate.

“You’d have time to warn them if you’d just tell me who’s joining this year,” Taehyung tried to persuade him. “Come on, what’s the point in having the Head Omega as your best friend if he doesn’t supply you with useful information?”

“Oh, and here I was thinking that I was your bestfriend because I’m your platonic soulmate,” Jimin scoffed. “Look Tae, the entire point of the Mating Ceremony is to let your heart and your nose do the deciding for you. If I tell you who’s participating and who’s not, it’ll cloud your judgement and then the whole thing will be moot.”

“Ugh, fine Mr. “I wanna be ethical”,” Taehyung sighed as he stood up from the table. “I gotta go and finish up my gift for the Ceremony so I’ll see you later.”

“See you later, Pouty Pants,” Jimin giggled as he waved his hand and Taehyung began to walk around the territory. He wasn’t lying when he said that he needed to go finish working on his courting gift, but he figured that it wouldn’t hurt to take a walk around the pack’s territory before he did.

Taehyung’s pack was pretty tight knit, though it was considered to be considerably larger than the other surrounding packs. Even though Taehyung’s family weren’t the ones who founded the pack, his great-great-grandfather was one of the first members to join the pack so Taehyung‘s family line literally had stakes in the very beginning of the pack. 

Growing up, Taehyung had been pretty well known around the pack but after he presented as an Alpha, it was as if he were a celebrity. Every unmated Alpha, Beta, and Omega seemed to be after him and admittedly, he had enjoyed the attention for the last few years but now, he was ready to find his mate, settle down, and start a family.

Just as Taehyung walked around the corner that separated the school building and the doctor’s house, he collided with a figure that had literally rushed into him. 

“Hey!” Taehyung yelped, gasping when the papers that the person had been holding fell down onto the ground. 

“Oh my gosh,” you whispered, bending down and beginning to pick the papers up. Taehyung bent down as well, helping when he realized who you were.

“Y/N?” He called and you looked up at him, your eyes widening when you realize who he was.

“Oh Taehyung, I’m so sorry,” you apologized, bowing your head to him.

“No no no, it’s ok. Don’t worry about it,” he assured you. “Just let me help you with these.”

“I already ran into you, you don’t have to,” you tried to say but Taehyung just cut you off.

“I want to,” he chuckled and you just decided to let it go as the two of you finished picking up all of the fallen papers. Once you were both done, you stood up straight and Taehyung handed the small stack of papers that he had collected over to you. 

“So, where were you off to that has you in such a rush?” Taehyung wondered with a smile. 

“Well, uh, the start of Spring marks the halfway point in the second half of the schoolyear for the pups so I was in a rush to get their progress reports finished,” you explained and Taehyung couldn’t help but to smile at how shy you still seemed to be around him. 

The two of you knew of each other from around the pack and you went to school together, being as though the two of you were born in the same year. Because of that, you both had a lot of mutual friends but the two of you never hung out much because you were really shy and seemed almost scared of Taehyung so he always made sure to give you your space. 

“Ah, you do work in the school building,” he chuckled.

“With the seven to nine year olds,” you smiled. 

“I remember, I remember,” he nodded. “Well, besides that, how are you?”

“Good, good,” you replied. “Busy as ever this time of year, but good. How about yourself?”

“I’m good, just preparing for the Spring Festival, ” he told her. 

“Oh, are you doing the Mating Ceremony this year?” You asked and he nodded his head. 

“Are you?”

“I’ve never done it before and I don’t think I’ll start now,” you giggled. “It’s not really my thing.”

“What, finding your soulmate isn’t your thing?” Taehyung teased.

“No, I meant that not being picked by anyone wouldn’t be my thing,” you clarified. 

“Oh please, somebody would definitely choose you,” Taehyung said. “I know that we don’t talk much but anyone can see that you’re a good woman and a great Omega. I bet that any Alpha would be proud to have you be their mate.”

“Oh,” you uttered in surprise, and Taehyung couldn’t help but to feel a little sense of pride at how flustered he had made you. “T-Thank you Taehyung.”

“You’re welcome,” he grinned. 

“W-Well, I have to go,” you murmured. “See you around?”

“Yeah, see you,” Taehyung agreed but he didn’t know if you’d even heard him because you were already walking, almost running, away from him.

.....................................

Even though the Spring Fest was being held during the first week of April, Taehyung had made the decision that he’d be participating back in December of the previous year and this was because he wanted to make sure he had enough time to prepare his courting gift. A courting gift would show his future mate that he was serious about them so it took Taehyung a lot of thought to decide what he wanted to give his future mate. In the end though, it was actually Taehyung’s mother who helped him. 

He off-handedly mentioned that he was trying to figure out a gift and she ended up giving him his great-grandmother’s engagement ring. It was a ruby that sat on a nest of gold diamonds, with a gold band to accompany it. Taehyung was familiar with it because it was a family heirloom and he was so honored that his mother trusted him with it. 

When the first day of the Spring Fest arrived, Taehyung made sure that the ring box was nestled safely in the pocket of his slacks before he checked his appearance in the mirror. Wanting to look his best, he settled on a button up dress shirt that was a deep maroon color and paired it with black slacks. He added a few simple accessories like a few rings on both hands and earrings but he skipped any necklaces or bracelets, wanting to makes sure that nothing would get in the way of someone being able to smell his scent. 

“Let’s go find our mate,” Taehyung whispered to himself, making sure to fix his hair one last time before hurrying up and rushing out of the front door of his house. 

The Mating Ceremony was to be held in the large flower garden that was towards the back of the pack’s territory. The logic behind it was that finding your soulmate amongst beautiful things would help your relationship with said soulmate be beautiful as well. 

When Taehyung got there, he immediately spotted Jin and Jungkook sitting together on a bench so he walked over to them. 

“Hi Tae hyung!” Jungkook greeted him happily. 

“Hi,” Taehyung replied. “You guys came for moral support?”

“You know it,” Jin nodded. “You look really good Tae-ah.”

“Ready to find your soulmate?” Jungkook wondered.

“Thank you, and hopefully,” Taehyung sighed heavily. “I’m so nervous.”

“Don’t worry hyung, all you have to do is trust your nose,” Jungkook told him. 

“Kook’s right, you know our senses will never purposefully lead us wrong,” Jin added. 

“Thanks for the advice guys,” Taehyung chuckled, reaching out and ruffling Jungkook’s hair a little. Suddenly, a voice erupted over the loud speakers that had been placed around the garden. 

“The Mating Ceremony is about to commence,” the voice that Taehyung recognized as Jimin announced. “If you are offering a gift, please get into position.”

“Well, that’s my cue,” Taehyung said.

“Relax and don’t worry,” Jin advised him. “Just...let it happen.”

“Ok,” Taehyung nodded before turning around and walking over to a large wall of white roses. Falling into line with several other Alphas and Betas who were also participating in the Ceremony, he waited with baited breath as another line of Omegas and Betas stepped into the garden and walked over to stand right in front of the wall of roses. 

Every Omega or Beta had a veil or mask over their face so that they couldn’t be seen, and their own choice of outfit but most of them were dressed pretty formally, just like Taehyung was. 

“Alphas and Betas who are presenting gifts, you know the rules,” Jimin spoke up again. “No sneaking a peek at anybody until you offer them your gift and they actually accept it, no trying to force your gift upon anyone who makes it clear that they do not want it, and trust your instincts! Happy finding!”

Taehyung then closed his eyes, taking a deep inhale in order to smell the air around him. He picked up a few scents here and there, with hints of chocolate and mint but none of them especially stuck out to them. He then opened his eyes and they slightly widened when he saw some of the Alphas and Betas already offering gifts to some of the Betas and Omegas who had been waiting. He had to admit, it kind of shocked him because it was seemingly so simple for them but not for him. Deciding to follow everyone’s advice and trust his senses, he shut his eyes again and took another deep breath it, and that was when he smelled it.

The initial wave that hit his nose was reminiscent of tangerines, and then that was mixed with the scent of berries that seemed to almost intermingle with the tangerine scent. Those were two very typical scents, especially for Omegas, but what really caught Taehyung’s attention was the scent of pink champagne. It was something that he had never smelt in a scent before and before he could even realize it, he was moving towards the source of the scent.

When he realized that he had stepped up to the person that the scent belonged to, he took a second to look over them. It seemed to be a woman, who had on a flowing white dress along with a small matching white veil. Taehyung reached out and extended his wrist towards their nose for them to be able to smell his scent clearly and when the woman let out an appreciative hum, Taehyung’s heart clenched because this was it. He had found the one. 

Taehyung reached into his pocket and took out the ring box, extending it towards the woman. The woman then reached out and took the box from it, a soft giggle coming from her as she did so.

“Thank you,” the woman said and Taehyung’s eyes widened because he recognized the voice, he just couldn’t remember where from. When the woman reached up and lifted the veil back from her face, Taehyung wanted to kick himself for not immediately recognizing who the voice came from. 

“Hi,” you smiled. 

.....................................

“I cannot believe that I didn’t know that it was you,” Taehyung huffed.

“Well, that’s kind of the point Taehyung,” you giggled from your spot on his bed. After the ceremony had ended, Taehyung invited you back to his house so that the two of you could have some alone time.

“I just didn’t expect this,” he said as he sat down next to you.

“Are you...upset that I’m your mate?” You asked wearily and Taehyung immediately shook his head.

“No!” He exclaimed. “Even though we don’t talk much, I know that you’re amazing. Hell, Jungkook raves about you all the time. I also meant what I said the other day.”

“W-Well, that’s good,” you replied shyly. “By the way, I’m sorry for not talking to you much over the years.”

“Ah, don’t worry about it,” he shrugged. “I just figured that you were shy and I don’t mind that.”

“It wasn’t shyness, though,” you blurted and his eyebrows rose. 

“Really?”

“The truth is, I’ve had a crush on you since you presented,” you confessed. 

“Y/N, that was almost 10 years ago,” he gasped in surprise. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because I never thought that I had a chance,” You chuckled. “For years, every unmated Omega and Beta and even some Alphas have been after you. When you look at them and then look at me, I’m not as interesting or as beautiful when compared to them. I don’t know, I just don’t think that I measure up.”

“Hey, don’t say that,” Taehyung admonished you. “You’re gorgeous Y/N-ah, and the sweetest person I know.”

“Really?” You deadpanned.

“Absolutely,” he nodded. He could tell that you didn’t believe him though, so he decided to be honest. “You wanna know something?”

“Hmm?”

“I’ve had a crush on you too,” he admitted, making your eyes widen. “Not for as long as you have, but at least two years. I just never made a move because you seemed so shy around me and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable because I figured that you just weren’t interested.”

“Seriously?” You gasped and he nodded. “We’re a big pair of idiots then, huh?”

“Definitely,” he laughed as he reached over and grabbed both of your hands in his. “It’s a good thing that we both decided to participate in the Ceremony then, huh?”

“Another confession? I only joined because I was hoping that my Omega would be able to say to your Alpha what I’ve never been able to bring myself to say aloud,” you told him. 

“And what is that?”

“That I want to be with you, Kim Taehyung,” you replied. Taehyung felt his Alpha preen at your confession and it wasn’t that Taehyung had doubted the validity of the Ceremony but actually being able to feel the connection between the two of you only solidified everything for him.

“I want to be with you too Y/N L/N,” he smiled. “Can I kiss you?”

“Please,” you giggled and Taehyung let go of your hands to set his hands on your cheeks, leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours. The kiss began soft at first, the both of you feeling a little nervous since this whole thing was so new.

It wasn’t until you laid back on the bed, pulling Taehyung down along with you that the two of you became more comfortable, you opening your mouth and allowing his tongue to slide against yours. Taehyung set his hand on your thigh, gently tracing random shapes with his fingertips as you kissed each other passionately.

“Y/N, I have to ask you something,” he murmured and you pulled away from his lips to look up at him. 

“What is it?”

“Are you a virgin?” He wondered and you felt your cheeks warm up immediately. “I’m not trying to be intrusive or anything, I just want to know so that I can gauge how comfortable you are.”

“Do you remember when I dated Xiumin?” You asked him and he rolled his eyes.

“That dickhead? Yeah,” he huffed.

“I lost my virginity to him.”

“Well, I can’t say that I’m in love with that piece of information,” he admitted.

“I only dated him because I was trying to get over you, which sounds really bad when I say it out loud,” you laughed. “That was around the same time that you were dating Jisoo.”

“Ah,” he said as he set his fingertips over your lips to silence you. “We don’t mention that forbidden name.”

“Ok, sorry,” you giggled. 

“So, if I told you that I want to have sex with you tonight,” Taehyung began, making your lower half clench around nothing. “Would you want to?”

“Yes,” you rushed out. “I want to.”

“Good, because I want to too,” he smiled before leaning down and kissing you again. You moaned into his mouth when he moved over so that he was on top of you, his lips never leaving yours as he did so. He then trailed his lips downwards, licking and sucking on the skin of your neck. 

“Ohh,” you sighed in pleasure, reaching down and tangling your fingers in his hair. Taehyung pulled away and reached up to grab your hands, untangling them from his hair and holding your wrists firmly when he placed them back down on the bed above your head, holding them there. 

“You keep these here for me, ok?” He asked and you could tell from his tone that he was both asking for permission and clarification. 

“Ok,” you whispered and he smiled. 

“Perfect Omega,” he murmured as he went back to kissing your neck and you had to clasp your hands together because you were too tempted to reach down and touch him again. After he had left a few marks on your neck, he brought his hands up and grabbed onto your breasts which made you gasp.

“As beautiful as this dress is Y/N-ah, I think we should take it off now. Yeah?” Taehyung suggested and you nodded your head rapidly. He moved off of you so that you could sit up and he moved around the bed on his knees so that he was behind you. He reached out and pulled down the zipper on your dress, and you reached up and pulled the dress down off of your shoulders. Once your arms were out of it, you got up onto your knees and pushed it down your legs and onto the floor. 

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous Y/N-ah,” he muttered huskily as he took in the sight of you in your stark white bralette and white lace panties. Your Omega preened at his praise, making your cheeks warm up.

“Really?”

“Really,” he smiled, moving back around your body and leaning down so that he was face to face with your breasts as he reached out to grab ahold of them. “I’m so fucking lucky.”

“I’m the lucky one,” you whispered as he pulled the material of the bralette to the side, causing both of your breasts to fall out. Without another word, he leaned forward and sucked your nipple into his mouth. You couldn’t help but to fall back on the bed, Taehyung falling along without a problem and not letting up on the onslaught that was his tongue.

Once your nipple had stiffened to a peak, he switched over to your other nipple and gave it the same treatment. You could smell your scent from in between your thighs, the notes of berries and pink champagne becoming stronger and stronger the wetter you became. 

You knew Taehyung could smell you too, because you could feel the outline of his hard cock against your inner thigh. 

“Fuck, Alpha,” you whimpered. “Wanna suck you off.”

“Whatever you want baby,” he agreed easily after pulling his mouth away from you, sitting up and reaching down to unbutton his slacks. You sat up, watching with hooded eyes as he unzipped them, pushing them down a little bit so that he was able to pull out his cock and your mouth literally watered at the sight of it. 

Taehyung’s cock wasn’t enormous, but it was definitely longer than average and it looked to be thick. You reached out and wrapped both of your hands around his length, and you felt yourself become wetter when you realized that you couldn’t even wrap your hands around him completely.

“Fuck, I can smell you baby,” he grumbled and you moaned softly at the pet name. “Do you like what you see?”

“Mmhm,” you nodded, leaning forward and wrapping your lips around the head of his cock. He exhaled harshly, looking down to watch as you did your best to take as much of him in your mouth as possible. You actually managed to do pretty good, doing your best to breathe through your nose as you sunk down closer and closer to the base of his cock. 

“Oh fuck,” he huffed. “Such a good girl, taking Alpha’s cock down your throat.” Bringing your hands back up, you stacked both of them on top of each other as you jerked him off while suckling on the head of his cock. 

“God, that feels good. Makes me want to fuck your throat,” he grumbled. “You gonna let me do that one day baby? Gonna let Alpha use your mouth?”

“Mmm, yes Alpha,” you gasped after releasing him from your mouth, your spit acting as lube as you continued to jerk him off. 

“Fuck, lay down for me,” he instructed you. “I have to taste you.” You didn’t hesitate to follow his instructions, laying back on the bed and resting on your forearms as you watched him push his slacks and boxers down and off his legs before he moved onto unbuttoning his shirt. 

He wasn’t overly muscular but you could still see the outline of what would be a six-pack, and your inner Omega loved the fact that your Alpha would be able to protect you if need be. 

Taehyung laid down on his front in between your legs, pulling your panties to the side before leaning forward and licking a stripe up your pussy, from your slit up to your clit. You gasped, your thighs involuntarily coming to together but Taehyung’s hands came up to push them back down. 

“Be still and let me make you come baby,” he whispered and you nodded numbly. He then went back to licking at you, making you whine and squirm underneath him. 

“Huh, holy shit,” you gasped, your chest beginning to move up and down quickly as your orgasm approached you. “Please don’t stop Tae.”

“Mmm,” he moaned against you, shaking his head back and forth over your clit which made his tongue do the same. 

“Do that again,” you requested and he obliged you, shaking his head back and forth rapidly and you felt your orgasm winding to it’s end in your abdomen. “Fuck yes, I’m gonna come.” Your head fell back onto the bed and just as you closed your eyes and felt yourself about to tip over the edge into ecstasy, Taehyung pulled away from you. 

“What?” You whimpered as you opened your eyes, looking down at him. 

“I want you to come on my knot,” he told you. He reached out and grabbed the band of your panties, pulling them down your legs and throwing them onto the floor. He then settled himself in between your thighs, leaning down and letting his cock rub against your clit. 

“If you want me to come on your knot, you shouldn’t do that,” you whimpered.

“You could come like this?” He wondered in awe and you nodded your head. “We’re gonna have to test that out one day.”

“We have the rest of our lives for that,” you promised him. 

“You got that right,” he smiled, moving his hips so that he could slide inside of you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your hands gripping onto his arms as he slowly opened you up. 

“Fuh, fuck,” you stuttered, your eyes fluttering closed at how good he felt inside of you, stretching you out in the best way.

“God, you’re so tight but you’re opening up so well for me baby,” Taehyung grunted, making sure to push his hips as close to yours as he could so that he could go as deep as possible. “You really are my mate, huh?”

“Yes,” you whispered, your mind barely being able to comprehend his words because the feeling of being completely and utterly clouded all of your senses. He continued to roll his hips against yours, his cock dragging against your walls as he did. 

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this, how much I’ve thought about this,” he muttered. “I’d see you walking around the territory all shy, keeping your eyes low so that people wouldn’t approach you and all I could think about was that you were the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and how much I wanted to fuck you with my knot.”

“Mmm, knot,” you slurred, making Taehyung smile because of course knot was the word that you caught. 

“I’d watch you with the pups, teaching them and being so gentle and patient with them and my only thought would be about how I wanted to fuck some pups of my own into you so that you could be their mother,” he groaned, his hips stuttering slightly when he felt your walls clench around him like a vice grip. “Oh, you want that? Want Alpha to give you some pups?”

“Fuck yes,” you moaned wantonly, moving your own hips so that you were fucking back onto him. “Want your cum, want a pup.”

“I’ll give it to you baby,” he swore as he began to fuck you faster. “Alpha will give you anything you want.”

“W-want you,” you whined as you felt your orgasm quickly building back up again. 

“You have me baby,” he chuckled deeply. “You always have, I think.”

“A-alpha, g-gonna c-c-come,” you managed to utter as your body moved up and down the bed, the force of Taehyung fucking you literally moving you on the bed. 

“Go ahead so that I can knot you gorgeous,” he encouraged you. You reached down and set your fingertips on your clit, only managing to make two circles on it before you were coming. Your thighs spasmed and clutched around Taehyung’s waist, the rest of your body shaking on the bed from how forceful your orgasm was. 

“T-Tae,” you whimpered, your body shivering even after the crest of your orgasm had passed. Taehyung leaned down, pressing soft kisses against your face that were in stark contrast to how he was still fucking you. 

“So good for me baby,” he whispered. “Came so prettily for me.”

“Kiss me,” you pleaded weakly and he just smiled at you before pressing his lips against yours. The force coming from how hard he was thrusting into you caused your mouth to fall open and Taehyung didn’t hesitate to stick his tongue inside, exploring around.

You literally felt his cock pulse inside of you and before you could pull away in order to ask, ropes of his cum flooded into you. His knot inflated immediately afterwards, making you moan as it forced its’ way inside of you. 

“Holy shit Y/N-ah,” he panted as he hid his face in your neck, collapsing on top of you. “I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life.”

“Me either,” you admitted with a giggle. “I loved it though.”

“Me too,” he muttered as he pulled himself up so that he could look down at you. “I know this is probably a weird thing to ask given what we just got finished doing, but you accept the fact that you’re my mate right?”

“Tae, of course,” you smiled. “My Omega would hate me if I rejected you and you know our wolf side doesn’t lie.”

“I guess I just wanted to know if it was as strong for you as it was for me,” he mumbled and you placed your hands on his cheeks, making him look down at you. 

“You’re my mate Kim Taehyung,” you told him. “I knew it and felt it the moment that you gave me your wrist and I smelled your scent.”

“I knew it too,” he smiled. “I’ll give you your bite in the morning, I’m just too tired right now.”

“No complaints from me,” you laughed. “Coming so hard can definitely take a lot out of a person.” Taehyung then laid his head down on your chest and you reached up, setting your hands in his hair as you began to play with the sweaty strands.

“I’m so glad that my Alpha chose you,” he muttered sleepily and you could feel the goofy smile spread onto your face before you leaned down and kissed the top of his head. 

“Me too Tae,” you sighed in contentment. “Me too.”

[babyboibucky]

Obvious

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky are more than friends but less than lovers.

Word Count: 1,700

Warnings: slight angst??? mention of injury???

A/N: Inspired by Ariana Grande’s “obvious” because I fucking love that song lmfao. Let me know if anyone wants to be included in my Bucky Barnes tag list! Will do separate tag lists for everything Bucky and Babysitting Bucky. Feedback is highly appreciated!

MAIN MASTERLIST

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You and Bucky weren’t lovers, no. But you were definitely not just friends either.

There were kisses early in the morning, while both of you were cuddled in bed basking in the warmth of the sunlight spilling through the thin curtains; soft and subtle touches in the afternoon as the two of you navigated through the kitchen in an attempt to bake together. Slow touches late at night, cold metal fingers grazing you in just the right places that made you feel like on fire. And the exchange of whispers in the wee hours of night after coming down from the high of exploring each other’s bodies, uttered so softly, words meant only for each other to hear.

More than friends indeed, less than lovers? Maybe. Maybe not. Does it matter though? Because even without the words of affirmation, you loved Bucky and was sure that he loved you just as much.

Besides, you were obviously head over heels for the soldier. Not that you were denying or hiding it, in fact, you felt like you showed it a tad bit too much.

“Leaving so soon, soldier?” You’d asked with a pout as you watched Bucky leave your side on the bed.

“Duty calls.” He told you as he began to dress up.

Noticing your frown, he chuckled and approached you on the bed, bending down to press a kiss on your forehead.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He reassured you, smoothening out the crease on your forehead with his thumb.

“But I wanna cook you dinner.” You told him.

The thought of you and Bucky spending a domesticated evening together always elated you. You loved daydreaming about it, about sharing a life with your super soldier. Him coming home after a mission and you making sure to take good care of him. Maybe run him a bath while you prepared dinner. Silly, it seemed but you couldn’t help imagining all the possibilities with Bucky. Letting him sleep in on Sundays while you go on a jog, only to come back home with pancakes and bacons waiting for you in the kitchen. And Bucky of course, fresh out of bed with his hair sticking up in different directions.

Being with an Avenger of course, made it difficult to experience all these things. Sometimes you’d wake up alone but Bucky always made sure to leave you a little note.

I’ll be back soon, beautiful.

His notes found a home in one of your drawers. There were plenty and although these notes symbolized his absence on most days, they also meant promises. Promises to make it up for the lost time, promises that were never broken nor forgotten.

Dinner dates were often postponed, sleepovers a rare occurrence— spending time together in general, wasn’t as easy as it was for other couples out there.

But that’s okay. Because you’d always wait for Bucky. You’d wait for him to come home and even if it’d take him three days, one week, two months or even a year, you’d still wait and welcome him with hugs and kisses and affectionate whispers.

Sometimes you wondered whether Bucky knew how much you loved him.

Disagreements were of course, unavoidable even between you and Bucky. Oftentimes, the arguments would stem from his carelessness and selfless decisions during missions. Your super soldier, always so giving and generous and kind. You couldn’t care less about what others thought of him and his days under the influence of monsters. The moment you knew you loved Bucky, you had already accepted him. And that included his demons and dark days too.

To you, Bucky had always been kind and put others first before himself. Sometimes a little too much that you couldn’t help but feel hurt that he didn’t seem to care how you’d feel if ever he wouldn’t make it home.

If Sam hadn’t called you that night, you wouldn’t have known about the serious injury inflicted on Bucky while on a mission.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked as soon as you barged into the medical bay, ignoring the nurse who immediately scrambled out of the room.

Bucky laid in bed, bruised and wrecked and unable to respond upon seeing you seething with anger for the first time ever.

“Were you even planning to tell me in the first place?” You scoffed.

They needed to infiltrate another Hydra base. Raid the base, get all possible information and blow it up to ashes. But then Bucky found a secret basement at the very last minute, young women and men were kept— future Winter Soldiers. The serum hadn’t been injected into their systems yet, they were merely poor teenagers in captivity. Bucky knew he couldn’t let these young people suffer the same fate as him. With barely a minute left before the bomb was set to explode, Bucky did his best to save everyone in that basement.

Never mind the Falcon’s orders to abort his mission, never mind the back-up they had called for to help them out. Bucky knew the choices he had: walk away unscathed knowing that the back-up wouldn’t arrive in time to save the children, or stay behind and do his best to make sure that no one will become another toy for Hydra to play with.

Even if it meant risking his life, even if it meant leaving you back home unaware of his fate.

“They needed me. I couldn’t just leave them behind.” Bucky explained.

“And you didn’t think I needed you too?” You asked, eyes rimmed with tears.

God, you knew you were selfish for feeling hurt but you couldn’t help it. Did it not cross Bucky’s mind that if he had died, you’d be left behind too? Did you not cross his mind during that time?

“Look, I understand what the superhero life is all about. And I know that it’s fucking selfish of me to say this but...Bucky, I need you too. As much as the world does.”

It was a conversation that you and Bucky had many times now. But with how your love grew for him with each passing second, the thought of losing him, it had become too much for you to suppress.

Waking up without his little notes of reassurance that he’d be back soon, no more cold fingers tracing against the smooth expanse of your skin and having to sleep knowing that the next day, Bucky wouldn’t be there anymore— just the mere thought of losing him broke your heart.

“I can’t...” you breathed out, “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you, Buck.” You admitted with a shaky sigh as your tears continued to fall.

Bucky wanted to get up and pull you to an embrace, but he was too injured to do so. How we wanted to kiss your tears away, all he could do was extend a hand towards you, inviting you to come closer and touch him.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled. “I should have told you, I’m sorry. C’mere.”

Despite your anger, you didn’t think twice and immediately went to hold Bucky’s hand, squeezing it tightly as if you were trying to make sure that he was fine and real and that you didn’t lose him.

“Please stop being so reckless. With how much I love you, it drives me crazy whenever you come home all wounded and bloody and now—“

“You love me?”

Bucky had asked the question as if he couldn’t believe that yes, you do love him. Sam really wasn’t kidding when he said how dense Bucky was.

“Is it not obvious?” You asked, wiping away your tears.

“I mean yeah but...I just didn’t want to assume that you do because we never really talked about it.” He explained, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.

His metal fingers, although cold and hard against your skin, had always been your favorite. They were gentle when they needed to be, or at least whenever Bucky touched you. They were cold and made you shiver but always in a good way.

“Bucky, I’ve talked about wanting a future with you. You still didn’t think that that was love?” There was a hint of playfulness in your tone despite your deadpan expression.

Oh no, what if you interpreted everything the wrong way?

“Do you not...oh my god, Bucky am I the only one in love?” You asked, panicked.

“Oh god, no.” Bucky immediately clarified as he pulled you to sit down on the bed beside him.

“I love you. So much. Please don’t think otherwise.” He said, cupping your face and wiping away the remnants of your tears.

A smile followed by a quick peck on the lips. Bucky moved and gave you enough space to lay down beside him on the hospital bed. Suddenly, everything felt right. Not that it wasn’t before but with the both of you finally uttering those words, it felt different.

The perfect kind of different.

You laid your head against Bucky’s chest and listened to his heartbeat as his hand rubbed comforting circles on your back. You can’t imagine a life without being this close to him, your super soldier.

“I thought of you, you know.” His chest rumbled as he spoke.

You lifted your head up to look at him in confusion. He smiled at you lovingly, “During the mission. Every mission I go to actually, I thought of you.”

Bucky thought about how you always waited for his return no matter how long he took. He imagined what you’d be doing when he’d come back, would you still be asleep? Perhaps you’d be in the shower, singing. Bucky thought about how he’d kiss you as soon as he comes home, how he’d make you feel how much he missed you and your scent, how your smooth skin felt against his.

Every single time, Bucky thought about coming home to you. It was his motivation to stay alive no matter what. He knew you needed him as much as the world does.

Because he needed you just the same.

More than friends, indeed. Less than lovers? No, you and Bucky were more than that.

You were each other’s worlds.

[robininthelabyrinth]

Fic were both JZX and Jiang Yanli are trans? I imagine the engagement would get complicated.

The More Things Change - ao3

“My lady,” the midwife said. “Congratulations. You have a daughter.”

Madame Jin shook her head. “I need a son,” she said.

“My lady –”

“I’m not doing that again,” Madame Jin said, her voice getting stronger. “I need a son.”

“But –”

She looked at her loyal maid, who inclined her head.

A knife flashed.

“Congratulations, my lady,” her maid said, pushing aside the midwife’s body with her foot. “You have a son.”

Madame Jin smiled.

-

“I’m glad you survived the birth of your child,” Madame Yu said to her old childhood friend, wondering why she’d been invited over to visit Lanling City quite so quickly – it hadn’t even been a month. “Were you thinking –”

“I have a son,” her friend said.

“Congratulations.”

“You don’t understand,” her friend said. “There’s a problem.”

-

“A-Li,” Jiang Yanli’s mother said in a strange tone. “Do you like wearing dresses?”

“Uh-huh,” Jiang Yanli said, trying to see if she could stick her fist into her mouth. She’d always worn frocks, the way all children her age did, but at some point soon her mother had been warning her that she’d need to switch over to wearing proper robes for boys. Jiang Yanli had burst into tears, saying she didn’t want to be a boy at all – that she didn’t want to leave her mother’s side, that she didn’t want to join the world of men, she didn’t, she didn’t.

“And you really don’t want to go be a boy? Really, you’re sure?”

Jiang Yanli nodded.

“What if I said you didn’t have to be? You could be a girl, just the way you like.”

“Really?”

“Mm. But you’d have to be a girl forever.”

“Okay,” Jiang Yanli said happily. “I wanna be a girl forever.”

“Good,” her mother said, and picked her up. “Just keep saying that.”

-

“What do you think we are,” Jiang Fengmian asked his wife blankly. “Qinghe Nie?”

His wife glared daggers at him.

“Attempt the impossible,” she said stiffly. “A-Li has been claiming to be a girl consistently for a year. Would you deny her the chance to follow her dreams?”

Well, when she put it that way…

Jiang Fengmian hesitated.

“It does create a problem,” his wife said, and he looked at her. She smiled faintly and leaned forward, showing her curves to their best advantage. “If she’s a girl, she’ll marry out, won’t she? We need a boy.”

Jiang Fengmian swallowed. A boy sounded – nice, he thought vaguely, eyes caught on what he was being offered. A little boy, lively and bright, with a happy smile always on his face…yes, that sounded rather nice.

Wei Changze’s letter upstairs said that his wife had announced that they had conceived, and that she had divined that it would be a son – it was frightfully early to make such predictions, less than a month in, but apparently disciples of the immortal mountain were able to determine such things early. A boy like that, who could be friends with their boy, a reason for them to come to visit and maybe even to stay…

Yes, he thought. That sounded rather good.

“All right,” he said. “A-Li can be a girl, I guess.”

-

Madame Yu and Madame Jin let news of the engagement seep out as rumor for months before telling their husbands. When they did, they took different approaches: Madame Jin pointed out the strategic benefits of an alliance with Yunmeng Jiang and the unlikelihood of Jin Guangshan finding a match for their son that would give him so much more influence in the cultivation world, which had made her husband stop his grumbling and look upon the match with a favorable eye.

Madame Yu stared at her husband, for whom she had just born a son three weeks premature and very nearly died in the process, and said, “What’s your problem?”

“A-Li can’t marry the Jin sect heir! She’s not –” He waved his hands. “The possibility of children –”

“I would have thought that would be a selling point,” Madame Yu said, and he blinked at her. “He’s Guangshan’s son. There will be children enough.”

After some further arguing, Jiang Fengmian begrudgingly backed down.

Madame Yu smiled to herself, and thought of grandchildren.

-

Everyone said that Jin Zixuan was a spoiled brat and incredibly lucky, but he didn’t think he was. Sure, he was rich and legitimate; his father valued him, while his mother loved him and would defend him against any challengers to his position as heir, but privately…

“Why do I have to work so hard?” Jin Zixuan asked, panting. “I’m already cultivating, and my teachers say I’m not bad with the sword –”

“Not bad isn’t good enough,” his mother said sharply. “You have to keep up with all the rest of them, and that means getting ahead now.”

“The rest of who?” he asked. “Do you mean…”

He hesitated, not knowing if he was also included in his mother’s taboo against mentioning the results of his father’s philandering.

“All of the cultivation world’s young gentlemen,” she said, to his surprise. “You have to keep up with them. No, you need to exceed them. You must!”

“But – why?”

“I’ll tell you when you’re older.”

-

“Mother,” Jiang Yanli said. She was clutching a book in her hands. “Mother, can we talk?”

Her mother frowned at her, looking disapproving – and then she saw the book.

Jiang Yanli thought she would yell at her, but she didn’t; her mother only gestured for her to come into her room, ordering her maids to close the doors and windows.

“Mother,” Jiang Yanli said. “Mother, the book –”

“How did you get a spring book?” her mother asked. She looked tired. “Surely you’re still too young?”

Jiang Yanli bowed her head.

It was true, she was too young. And yet…

“Mother, the pictures in the book…”

“I know.” Her mother sighed. “All right. Let me explain.”

-

Jin Zixuan stared at his mother. He felt sick.

“But,” he said, and swallowed. “But what about…?”

“I’ve handled it,” she said harshly. “But that is why you must not allow your father to take you to a brothel. Is that understood?”

-

“Who do you think is the best girl? Zixuan-xiong?”

“Oh, don’t ask him! He has a fiancée, so his answer will be her!”

“A fiancée? Really? What sect is she from? She must be extremely talented!”

“Forget it,” Jin Zixuan said.

“What do you mean by that?” Wei Wuxian exclaimed, and suddenly he was getting into his face. “Say that again if you dare!”

Jin Zixuan opened his mouth, hating him – hating the whole situation, being stuck not making any decisions for himself, his whole life mapped out for him by others – but then hesitated.

Jiang Yanli is the only one fit for you, his mother said. Do you understand? The only one.

“I haven’t met her since I was five,” he said instead of what he wanted, rolling his eyes. “So how could I dare to boast about her in your presence? You all want to know about her, ask Jiang-gongzi.”

Wei Wuxian blinked at him, the wind suddenly taken out of his sails.

Jin Zixuan escaped.

He felt like shit, thought. She was his fiancée, and he didn’t know anything about her – he didn’t want to hear about her, think about her. And yet…

The only one.

He went back to his room and wrote her a letter. It was a mess, the worst thing he’d ever written, nothing at all like the polite and careful phrasing, elegant and beautiful, that he’d been trying to put together, something worthy of his name.

He sent it before he could think better of it.

-

Jiang Yanli held the letter to her chest and smiled.

-

They’d exchanged a few dozen letters. Jin Zixuan knew that his intended was smart and witty, empathetic and kind, observant and well-meaning, but he didn’t know that she was beautiful until after they escaped from the indoctrination camp and the cave with the Xuanwu of Slaughter.

He’d just accompanied Jiang Cheng for the entire seven days it took to get to the Lotus Pier, collapsing right alongside him, and while Jiang Cheng had – somehow – gotten back on his feet and immediately led his father and mother out the door to go rescue Wei Wuxian, he’d stayed down on the floor until someone knelt down in front of him and smiled.

“Can I get you something to eat, Jin-gongzi?” Jiang Yanli asked.

“Uh,” Jin Zixuan said, and turned bright red. He could sure think of some things he’d like to eat – living as his father’s son had certainly given him an education (however theoretical) about that.

“Food,” Jiang Yanli clarified, giggling into her sleeve. “Let me get you some food.”

-

This was probably a bad idea, Jiang Yanli thought, looking down at the head tucked against her chest. I probably should’ve just stuck to food. What if he gets with child? What will we do then?

She couldn’t quite bring herself to regret it, though.

“A-Xuan,” she whispered, and Jin Ziuxan stirred a little. “Can we do it again?”

“You’re insatiable.”

That wasn’t a refusal.

-

“A-Li!” Jin Zixuan shouted, rushing forward. “A-Li, A-Li…!”

She collapsed into his arms.

He looked at the retainers from Meishan Yu, stubborn but pale. “It’s all right,” he said. “She’s my fiancée. I can take care of her.”

“The Jin sect walks in the center path,” one of the retainers said. “Never quite committing to the Sunshot Campaign. How do we know this isn’t a trick to get into the Wen sect’s good books?”

Jin Zixuan bit his lip. He’d pushed his father time and time again, and even that had only gotten them to participate half-heartedly in the fight against the Wen sect. What could he say? What worth was his word?

“It’s all right,” Jiang Yanli said. “I trust him.”

-

“You could do so much better, you know,” Wei Wuxian said. “It’s not too late!”

Jiang Yanli smiled down at her wedding outfit, but thinking instead of the panicked expression on Jin Zixuan’s face a week before when he’d unexpectedly thrown up in the morning when he was supposed to be preparing for the Phoenix Mountain hunt.

“Oh, it’s too late,” Jiang Cheng grumbled. “On that note, you pick the name.”

“The name…?”

“For our upcoming nephew.”

“Shijie! You didn’t!”

Jiang Yanli’s grin widened.

-

“Wei Wuxian has committed a crime in attacking our camp and taking the Wen remnants,” Jin Zixuan’s father announced. “We should –”

“Let it go, Father.”

“…what?!”

“I’m getting married, and he’s A-Li’s shidi,” Jin Zixuan reminded his father. “It would be inauspicious to start a marriage by breaking such a relationship.”

His father looked like he was planning on ignoring that, so Jin Zixuan used his trump card.

“We can’t afford anything inauspicious right now,” he said. “Not when there’s a child on the way.”

His mother dropped her cup.

-

“I have to go,” Jin Zixuan said. “You don’t understand. I have to.”

Jiang Yanli rubbed his hair. “You’re supposed to be in seclusion,” she reminded him. “As am I.”

“I’ve been throwing up every morning for two months, A-Li,” Jin Zixuan pleaded. “I can order them to clear the kitchen. No one would know we were there!”

Jiang Yanli laughed a little. “The craving’s that bad, huh?”

“Yes!”

“Oh, all right. We’ll give it a shot…”

It would have worked, too, if Jin Guangyao hadn’t noticed that too many people were in the wrong place and taken it upon himself to investigate.

“…Jiang-guniang?” He stared at her flat waist, then turned his eyes slowly towards the roundness at Jin Zixuan’s. “Jin-gongzi…?!”

“It’s all right, it’s A-Yao,” Jin Zixuan said to Jiang Yanli. “He won’t tell anyone. Right?”

Jin Guangyao shook his head mutely.

“Seclusion,” he muttered. “No wonder…everyone said it was bad timing that you went into seclusion right before Mistress Jiang announced her pregnancy. But it wasn’t, was it..?” He shook his head. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell.”

“We’re in your debt,” Jin Zixuan said, and thought Jin Guangyao’s eyes upon him were softer than they’d ever been before. “You’ll be a good uncle.”

Jin Guangyao smiled. “Perhaps,” he allowed. “One question, if I may. Who’s the father?”

Jiang Yanli wrapped an arm around Jin Zixuan’s shoulders and beamed.

Jin Guangyao’s jaw dropped again.

-

“Your son needs you,” Jiang Yanli said to Madame Jin. “Go.”

-

“Jin Ling,” Madame Jin said, looking down at the baby in her arms. A son, her grandson…a miracle. “Well. You’re – not what I expected.”

If her husband ever found out…

Well.

She’d just have to make sure he wouldn’t, now, wouldn’t she?

[cafedanslanuit]

♡   —   pairing: eren x reader

♡   —   tags/warnings: mentions of cheating and alcohol. side aruani and yumihisu. honestly just a feel-good fic, with humour and fluff <3

♡   —   a/n:  honestly, this is the most “romantic comedy” fic i’ve ever written and i love it <3 shout out to @ofoceansandtombstones​ that beta read this one mwah thank u

♡   —   masterlist

There was an ill taste in your mouth that wouldn’t go away, no matter how many drinks you had. And you already had more than a few. From your spot on the table, you could see your friends dancing and having the time of their lives. You really wished you could join them. Nevertheless, you had wasted all your energy forcing a smile and clapping along during the ceremony. Once you had arrived at the hotel reception with the rest of the guests, you had slid a bill to a kind waitress and told her to keep the drinks coming. 

Ymir and Historia were dancing in front of you. Stoic, sour-faced Ymir couldn’t help but smile as her sweet girlfriend twirled and giggled, her cheeks red and eyes just the tiniest bit unfocused. Next to them, Sasha, Jean and Connie were owning the dance floor, moving in sync to the happy music. A grin formed on your face as you saw Connie lifting Sasha up and her almost falling to the floor. Jean was holding his stomach as he laughed loudly.

On a nearby table, Mikasa looked over at them, a small smile on his lips. She was sitting next to her girlfriend, who was holding her hand as they watched their friends dance. You saw her girlfriend leaning over to her and whispering something in her ear, to which she chuckled. It was so strange -and so beautiful- to see Mikasa laugh that it took you aback. And apparently, also the girl she was with, because her lips slightly parted as she watched her in awe.

“How’s the party animal doing?”

You looked up and saw Eren staring down at you with a funny expression. He was wearing black dress pants and a white shirt. The first two buttons were undone, and he was carrying his suit jacket over his shoulder and a beer on his other hand.

“Someone’s gotta keep an eye out for everyone,” you replied with a shrug. Eren scoffed and took the seat next to you on the empty table, leaving his jacket on the nearest chair.

“I mean, I know attending your ex’s wedding isn’t bound to be a good time, but you’d think you would try to put on a happy face.”

You rolled your eyes. “Hey, at least I’m here.”

“After Mikasa tried her best to convince you during a whole week,” he said. You turned your head to Eren, eyes wide open. “What? Of course she told me.”

“That little… That’s it, I’m going to tell her girlfriend about that one time Mikasa got drunk with us,” you muttered angrily, standing up. Eren was quicker and pulled you back to your seat.

“You and Armin broke up a year ago. Why are you so upset he’s moving on?”

Before you could answer, the music stopped and the dance floor erupted in applause. Eren and you watched as Armin and Annie walked in between their guests, greeting everyone as they made their way to the bride and groom table, covered with a pearl cloth and decorated with the finest flowers. Every detail screamed elegance and you knew Armin had been the one to decide most of it. It had his taste written in every napkin and strategically placed flower.

Armin’s smile was almost too big for his face and if you had to guess, those small red marks on the external corner of his eyes meant he had been crying just a few minutes ago. You rolled your eyes. So sentimental. On the other hand, Annie’s smile was far less noticeable, but for someone who always repressed her public displays of emotions as much, that little smile must have felt heavenly to her new husband.

Husband. You took a big gulp of your drink.

“I’m telling you this because I care for you,” Eren said, redirecting your attention to him. “You’re looking like a petty ex.”

“Rather be petty than a cheater,” you shrugged, finishing your drink. You gestured to the waitress and she immediately walked to you, handing you a full glass. Thanking her, you wasted no time in taking a sip.

Eren’s eyebrows were deeply furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“Armin never told you why we broke up, right?”

Eren scooted his chair closer to you and you bit back a laugh.

“He said you just weren’t good together,” he said, trying to remember his friend’s words. “And you said something similar when I asked you back then. Where does this ‘cheating’ thing come from?”

You let out a long sigh. “Maybe it wasn’t cheating. Not by definition, at least. But when your boyfriend starts dating someone else a week after you broke up a two-year-long relationship and he gets engaged four months later… you draw your own conclusions,” you explained, taking another sip of your drink and making a grimace. “Fuck, this one’s strong.”

After not getting a response from Eren for a long moment, you finally turned to look for his emerald eyes. You could almost see the numbers flying around his mind, trying to make sense of everything you had just told him. It was endearing.

“Wait, no-- wait,” Eren gestured at you with his hand. He stopped himself again and took a sip of his beer. “The first time Armin told me about Annie was in February. I remember it clearly. We were shopping for Mikasa’s birthday gift and then he went to pick something for Annie. And you guys broke up around Halloween, that’s the time I found you crying-- in Jean's backyard during our costume party.”

“We had a big fight at that party. We hadn’t broken up,” you clarified with a smirk. “He broke up with me after Mikasa’s birthday party. The same party he convinced me not to attend.”

Eren’s face dropped once all the pieces clicked together. He turned his body to look at the bride and groom table, where Armin and Annie were taking a sip of their champagne glasses and talking to each other enthusiastically, while the rest of their guests kept dancing.

“That son of a bitch,” he breathed out. You burst out laughing at his reaction. “No, I mean it! I really thought you had broken up during that Halloween party! You didn’t upload any more photos together, I don’t even remember even seeing you together--”

“I told you, we were fighting and… not in the mood for photos or public dates. Most of those months were spent at his apartment, fighting over really, really stupid things or just not texting each other for days,” you explained. “Honestly, when he broke up with me he made the decision I was too afraid to take. He was right, we weren’t good for each other anymore. But... fuck,” you chuckled icily. “I wish he would have broken up with me before getting with Annie.”

Eren listened in silence, his eyes still on his friend. You gave him time as you kept drinking, your gaze drifting to your friends again. You really wished you could have the energy to join them and forget Armin and Annie. It was true you didn’t love him anymore, yet seeing them together only made you remember how you had been fooled by someone you thought loved you the most.

You had had many dates ever since, but no one ever stuck. It was fun, getting someone’s attention for a couple of weeks, but then you couldn’t help but ghost them, putting up shitty excuses like wanting to focus on yourself and not having enough time to spare with them. You had lost so many amazing opportunities with both boys and girls that a couple of months ago you had decided to stop dating at all. It was lonely for sure, but at least you didn’t find yourself feeling guilty for not being able to open yourself up emotionally for someone else.

“Want to get back at him?”

You turned to Eren so fast you almost hurt your neck.

“What?”

“I have an idea. Just play along,” he explained, standing up.

“Eren, hey, what are you--”

“Everybody! If you could give me a minute please!”

You watched horrified as your friends started turning to you and Eren, confused at the commotion. Eren kept waving his hand, gathering more and more people’s attention, Armin and Annie included. He even gestured to the DJ to lower the music and she complied. In a few seconds, all the guests of the party were looking at you, who was still sitting down with a confused expression, a drink in your hand. Once he deemed enough people were looking at him, you saw him fumbling with his hands nervously.

“Eren,” you called for him again in a whisper, but all he did was take the drink you had in your hands and put it on the table.

“Sorry for interrupting, I know a lot of you were having a lot of fun dancing. But all I’m asking is one minute of your time. I hope that’s okay with you guys,” he grinned back to the bride and groom table, where they were as confused as all the guests around. “I have something really important to say.”

“Eren, no, you can’t tell them about--”

“No, no, give me a moment,” he hushed you again. The DJ walked to both of you and handed an inalambric microphone to Eren.

You didn’t like how devilish his smile turned.

“Great, thanks, this is much better,” he told the DJ, who just kindly smiled at him. “Anyway, I don’t want to take much of the bride and groom’s time, so I’ll try to be concise. The thing is…” he said, turning to face you. “I love you.”

Your mouth flew open as you heard multiple gasps coming from the guests. Yet, you couldn’t bother with looking anywhere but Eren’s eyes. What was he doing? Since when did he have feelings for you? If he wanted to say something, he could have easily said something a few minutes ago, when--

Just play along.

Oh.

Your questioning glare turned into a big smile and you noticed Eren softly nodding at you.

“You already know how much I love you. Honestly, I never get tired of telling you so. And hiding our love from our friends has probably been the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. Sorry about that, Mikasa,” he said, gesturing to the woman.

You could imagine your friend’s dumbfounded face, but you knew better than to turn and check for yourself. You knew you wouldn’t be able to hold in your laughter.

“So I’m here in front of all our friends and some other guests I don’t know to ask a simple question.”

In a swift movement, Eren got down on one knee. Your hand flew to cover your mouth, trying your best to hide any trace of laughing on your face. The flash of the cameras startled you for a moment, but that only meant Eren’s plan was working. The excited murmurs and squeals only fueled Eren, as he pulled up a ring and showed it to you. You immediately recognized it as one of the rings he had been wearing a few moments ago. 

“Would you marry me?”

A huge, honest grin made its way to your face and you nodded quickly. You grabbed the microphone Eren was holding and spoke right into it.

“Yes, I’ll marry you!”

You hadn’t listened to a crowd erupting in applause and cheers as loud as the guests at Armin’s wedding when Eren slid his ring on your finger. Once again, the flash of the cameras were right into the both of you as you leaped into his arms. He stood up while holding your body close to him, even giving you a small spin and you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

When he finally put you down, the music resumed and all your friends began running to the both of you.

“You’re fucking crazy,” you whispered to Eren, holding his face between your hands. He laughed.

“Kinda ruined the reception, huh?”

“When the fuck did this happen?” Jean inquired as soon as he reached you.

“Dude, why didn’t you tell us?” Sasha whined, with a small pout. “But congratulations!” she quickly followed, hugging you tightly. As you hugged her back, you felt someone taking the hand that was now wearing Eren’s ring.

“This is one of your rings,” she noted, shooting Eren a dirty glance. He lifted his hands in surrender.

“Hey, I didn’t plan this! But I will get her a prettier one soon,” he said, winking at you. You laughed and shook your head.

“Nah, I like this one,” you replied. You shared a knowing grin and soon it was Connie’s turn to hug you.

While you were hugging your friend back, you saw in the corner of your eye Armin getting up from the table and starting to walk to both of you. Your smile immediately vanished from your face and once Eren caught it and followed your eye trail, he understood the reason why. You heard him mutter a curse before he pulled you from Connie’s embrace.

“Well, we’d love to stay, but my fiancée and I want some time alone.”

“C’mon, you haven’t told us yet how you got together!” Sasha complained.

“Next time, we promise,” you hurriedly assured her.

Eren picked his suit jacket from the table and before Armin could reach your group, you quickly walked away, exiting the hotel. Eren whistled to a taxi and you jumped inside, telling the man behind the wheel to drive. Loud laughter filled the vehicle as soon as it began moving.

“How-- how did you even have this idea?” you asked him, holding your stomach as you laughed. “Dude, Armin looked so upset, we totally stole his thunder.”

“That was the plan,” Eren shrugged, a winning smirk on his lips. “Knowing the gang, everybody’s going to be talking about us and the engagement for the rest of the party.”

“Remind me to never have you as an enemy,” you chuckled, leaning back on the car seat. Letting out a long sigh, you took off Eren’s ring and handed it to him.

He shook his head. “Nah, keep it. As a souvenir of today,” he winked.

“Thank you,” you smiled. You put the ring on your thumb this time, since it was too big for your ring finger anyway. “You didn’t have to do this at all, and yet--”

“It’s okay,” he assured you.

“No, really. It’s just-- I’ve been having a tough time since the breakup,” you admitted. “To have you doing this for me means a lot. Makes me feel someone really cares for me. I never said anything to anyone back then because Annie is also a part of the group and I thought…”

Eren leaned his head towards you.

“You thought…?”

“I thought you would pick her too. It’s stupid, I know,” you shrugged, turning your head to Eren. “But Armin had just broken up with me and a week later he was already in public with Annie. Back then, I thought everyone knew we had just broken up and if no one had said anything was because they didn’t care. So I just… stopped hanging out with all of you as much as I did before.”

“Yeah, I noticed that,” he muttered.

“You did?”

Eren nodded. “That’s why I asked Mikasa to pressure you into coming to the wedding. I hadn’t seen you in a while.”

“You could have just asked me to hang out, you know,” you teased him. Eren chuckled, pushing some of his loose hairs behind his ear.

“I think we know by now I don’t take the conventional route.”

“Yeah, all of the guests know that too,” you quipped, making both of you laugh.

This time, when the laughter came to an end, you realized how close your faces were. Your noses were almost brushing as you both were lying your heads on the back of the car seat. You looked into Eren’s emerald eyes and noticed he wasn’t looking away from yours either. Was it the alcohol that made his cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink? If it was, then you could say the warmth crawling up your face was its fault too. It had to be the alcohol, or else, you would have to also ponder about the reason your heart was beating out of your chest at having your friend so close to you. He was handsome, he had always been and you knew this. But why were you losing all your composure just now?

A brief look at Eren's lips gave your thoughts away and, in less than two seconds, he was pressing his lips against yours.

For a spur-of-the-moment kiss, as you thought this one was, it was rather soft. Eren kissed you as if he thought you were the most expensive and fragile thing he had ever seen. But of course, this was just a product of the adrenaline and the fact that -as far as you knew- he hadn’t been dating anyone as well, right?

Your small theory crashed and burnt when you felt his hand softly cradling the side of your face. No. This wasn’t an adrenaline kiss, neither one that you gave without a thought. Maybe it had been unprompted and maybe you hadn’t seen it coming, but it sure as hell seemed he did. Eren’s lips gilded against your with ease, revealing a soft tenderness you didn’t know he possessed. You kissed him back, matching his rhythm as you softly pressed your hand against his chest.

Eren pulled away from you softly, and if his longing eyes were any indicator, a bit reluctantly.

“Hi,” he breathed out, making you grin widely.

“Hi,” you replied. You gently caressed his cheek with the knuckles of the hand that was previously resting on his chest. Eren took it and kissed your palm, making your heart flutter.

“Sorry to interrupt kids, but where are we heading?”

The voice of the taxi driver startled you, making you pull away from Eren. He chuckled at your reaction and then looked back at the man.

“Take us to that pizza place near the central park. Gotta have a celebratory dinner with my fiancée,” he said cheekily, taking your hand into his. You squeezed his hand back, his ring digging a little on your skin.

“So young and engaged already? Congrats!” the driver said, turning left and heading towards the direction Eren had given him.

“Thank you!” you smiled brightly at Eren while he took your joint hands to his mouth and placed a kiss on your knuckles.

A part of you knew you weren’t taking that ring off anytime soon.

[pearlplusau]

Pearlplusau Chapter 9 part 2 & 3- The Big News

The next morning, Greg was at the gates and was on his way to see the giant weird alien lady who lived on the beach. He thought about their day together from the day before. He didn’t think babysitting with her could have been more than looking after the baby. But it turned out to be a lot more work than he anticipated. If his heart attacks from Rose babysitting Sour Cream didn’t get him killed, Vidalia sure would.

"Hey Rose!" Greg called as he met up with the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. Her pink curly hair was perfect as always, despite the huge mass. The smile on her face was getting bigger with every step she took. She usually leaped over the distance between them and landed with grace. But today she was skipping with both hands pinching the sides of her dress. Rose looked like she had the best news ever and she was eager to share it with the being across the land.

“Hi Greg!” She greeted back and gave him a big hug.

“Oof-“ Greg was not expecting the bear hug today. “Wow, someone is in a good mood.” He said as she let him go.

“Oh yes,” She grinned. “I’ve been thinking a lot about our day yesterday. And last night, or simply a few hours ago, I finally concluded what I took from that experience.”

“That’s great Rose!”

Rose nodded in agreement.

She looked at him, somehow grinning even wider as if she was waiting for him to ask the question. “So… are you not curious about what I came across from our day together?”

“Oh yeah,” He blushed in embarrassment and cleared his throat. “So, what did you have in mind?”

Rose took a good look at Greg, the adorable but also serious human boyfriend. Somehow, throughout her time on this planet, he was the one who had loved and surprised her more than she could ever anticipate. He was the one who changed her view on relationships. Her views on humans had also changed since then. She was positive about her decision and that this human will be too.

“I want a baby,” Rose announced to her human boyfriend. “And before you say anything, I just want you to know that I’ve wanted this for a very long time.”

Greg was, surprised, to say the least. His expressions shifted from shock to confusion to being in process and finally fully grasping the info. “I-I’m sorry, a baby?” He finally spoke. “You just met Sour Cream yesterday, how did that convince you to have a baby? How did that even happen? And how would that even work?”

This was not the reaction Rose was hoping for. She clasped her fingers and rested her lips on her thumbs. “That, is an awful lot of questions.”

Greg blushed a bright color of tomato red. “I’m sorry, this is just, so unexpected. I never thought I would have kids, much less with someone like you.”

Now it was Rose’s turn to be confused. “I didn’t- I thought- Isn't it natural for a human to want offsprings before they end their mortal life? Isn’t that why the humans on this planet is no where close to extinction?”

“I guess it is a human instinct to want kids, but you’re not human! What made you think a kid is a good idea?” Greg went on to the possible issues to deal with having a kid. “We’re gonna have to take care of it, but I can barely even keep a roof over my own head. There’s a roof over at my friend Vidalia’s place, but we can’t live off of her forever. And do you know how expensive kids are? I work at a car wash! Not some money-rolling rockstar!”

Greg was obviously panicking, and Rose was not sure how to handle this.

“I-I didn’t know.” She finally spoke. “There’s actually something else too.”

The panicking human heard the urgency of her tone and sat down on a rock. Please don’t let this be worse than the money problem. Please don’t let this be worse than the money problem. He thought to himself.

“I don’t want just a baby, Greg. I want to be a part of the baby and experience what it is like to be human. I know it is difficult to understand my decision, but I need you to trust me.”

The human calmed down, but he was still worked up from the panic. “Ok, so you want to have a baby and experience human life with them? That doesn’t sound so bad.”

“That’s actually what I wanted to tell you about. I don’t think I can give birth to a human without…giving up my own physical form. It’s complicated.” She scratched the back of her head. “Every gem can create one body form according to the type of gem she is, but they can’t create a new form without a gem. So, if I want to have this baby, I can only do it if I give up my physical form.”

Greg was trying very hard to digest the things she said. But once he understood, he tried very hard not to go into panic mode again. The most he can do was staying completely still, but his trembling eyes screamed out, That’s so much worse than the money problem!

It took a while for Greg to gather enough courage to react. “So, you’ll be gone forever? Rose! I don’t want you to sacrifice yourself for a baby! There are other ways to get a baby without… that! There are probably a lot of adoption agencies outside of Beach City. We can just raise one of those babies!”

It sounded so reasonable and so tempting. She could simply adopt a human baby and enjoy life with them. But the thought of loving something waiting for the inevitable death pained her even more. No, she had to do it.

“But I want this, I really, really do. For once in my life, I want to experience what’s it like to be a human. And the only way to do that is to be part of the baby. The baby and I can’t both exist. I have to become half of the baby or no baby at all.”

She held his shaking hands, feeling his trembling figure. He was scared, and so was she. “The baby is going to be something extraordinary. The baby is going to be a human being. This is the best thing I can ever ask for. I am sure of it.”

She sounded very sure of it. Greg hesitated and asked, “Are you sure this is what you want? A chance of living as a human than your own immortality?”

“Of course, this is a huge change, it's even something that’s truly unprecedented and unheard of. Being able to change and grow, instead of being the same for the entire existence. And I like not knowing what’s really gonna happen. And this, us, the baby, it will be the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Greg was still not convinced. “I don’t know about this Rose. This is such a huge change. You’re talking about ending your own lifeline for a baby. Wouldn’t it be scary to not… exist after such a long time?”

The idea never stuck to Rose. She just assumed she would be a conscience inside the gem. So she might still be around. “Remember what I told you while we were babysitting Sour Cream? The part about being a gem and doing the same purpose forever. It’s true. This is the only chance for me to reinvent myself. Everything should grow and everything should change, and it's so natural to humans. Us gems never got that experience, and this is my one chance to have that! I hate to leave the gems. We went through so much together, but I really think this is the best and only chance I can grow and be part of something more than what I was made for. This is my chance to do something good for once.”

“This is going to change everything.”

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“You are not changing anything.” Greg hadn’t heard that since he left his home.

The home was less of a home and more of a prison. Everything in the house was super old-fashioned and faded, especially the wallpapers. His parents never intended to do any renovations around the place, much less let him do any redecorations. Anyone who’s ever been a guest in this house would always comment on how “lovely” and “cozy” the place was. But they never saw the gruesome truth of their hosts.

He was just about to take down his old horrific graduation photo from high school. The photo showed him in a blue robe and graduation cap while holding a scroll. But he looked completely miserable in the photo. He saved up and cared for his luscious, beautiful mane for his exciting gig the day after graduation. But Mother and Father made him cut it so short he might as well have been bald. Looking at it in the halls since then has been a nightmare. He wanted to take it down and never see it again with the rest of them.

His mother was at the end of the hallway, glaring daggers at him. “I said, you are not changing anything.” The woman wore her usual pink shirt and a long black skirt. Her dark hair was in her usual low bun with hints of grey hair. “Don’t you dare take that down. That photo serves as a reminder of what you should be, a college graduate, nothing less.”

Gregory was stunned, but not too surprised. “Is that why you never let me put any of the photos I like? Like my first gig?” He took out a photo from his pocket. It was a picture of his first gig as a real guitar player. He had long flowy hair that was the envy of every girl in the audience. He had his guitar in hand doing his finishing move which was sliding to his knees and ending it with a strum. He looked so happy in it. “That was a huge deal for me, and you never even considered how happy it made me. How could you when neither of you showed up? Do you even understand how miserable I was after that haircut? I would have looked so good in that photo!”

“I’m sorry Gregory the hair had to go. It was a graduation photo!” His mother approached him like a cat ready to pounce on its prey. “We can’t have you looking like an 80’s hippie, especially when you apply for the job interview. How do you think an employer will react when he sees the unprofessional hair in your graduation photo?”

Gregory sighed, “Mother, I told you hundreds of times that I'm not applying for that boring business job! I wanna sing my songs and tour the world! Not community college and getting on with a boring life like everybody else!”

“You’re too young to know what you want, Gregory.” His mother had her arms crossed. “You won’t survive in this world with those songs you call music. Performance and arts will get you nowhere! You’ll be out of the house and living in your car in a month!”

Gregory clenched his fist in anger, but his mother took no notice.

“You are finishing college and going to that interview. That is final! I will not have my son working on a disgraceful low-wage job like a car wash!”

“You know what, I’m sick of this.” Gregory had been holding back his whole life. But today, he had finally reached his breaking point. “I’m sick of rules, the stupid curfews, this house, and I am getting really sick of you and Father nagging me about the things I like. Would it kill you to ever let me be who I actually want to be? Of course, it would. All you see is how much of a failure and disgrace I am because I’m not who you want me to be! You and Father never ever considered what I wanted and forced me through all those boring business classes. And face it, Mother, if I want to be a disgrace to the Demayo family, I might as well do it right for once.” He turned to the other side of the hall and bolted for his room.

He slammed the door and locked it right away. He knew how his mother hated slammed doors in the house. He took one last sweep of his prison cell before his eyes landed on the only joy in his life, his first guitar.

His irritated mother was at the other side of the door. She turned the doorknob, but it won’t budge. She knocked on the door louder than a morning rooster. “Gregory, open the door this instant!”

Gregory looked into the small mirror on the wall. His hair had barely grown to a third of what it used to be. It looked like Monica’s debut hairdo from Friends, minus the attractive features of a woman and lots of bad acne.

He held up a card from a pale-looking man at the gig. Written in marker were the words “Marty the Manager” along with two phone numbers below. The first number was crossed off. Marty wanted to be his manager and promised a bright future for him as a rock star. Back then, he thought it would be too good to be true, so he never contacted him.

Now, he's the only one that can help him.

Gregory packed his bags as his mother was banging on the door. “Do you hear me, young man? Just wait till your father comes home!”

He took a small box full of cash from all his gigs. He was saving it for an emergency, and it looked like now would be a good time to use it.

He shouldered his pack and strapped on his only guitar. He opened the window and quietly went down as his mother's voice screeched from outside the room.

One foot at a time. He whispered to himself. This wasn’t the first time he climbed down. Fortunately, his parents never found out about the broken ankle incident from last year. Sure it was mild, but that just proved how little attention he got from either of them. He reached to a tree branch and shimmered down its trunk. He landed on the grass with a light thump and ran away from his forever prison.

Just you two wait, he thought as he urgently looked for a telephone pole. This is going to change everything.

The flashback went through his head as Greg stared into Rose's void black irises. He didn’t want to disappoint her and tell her how unready he was to be a father. But he couldn’t let her down any more than he let his parents.

“I think I get it.” He said as he grabbed Rose’s hands. “And if this is what you want, then what kind of a boyfriend I’d be if I don’t grant it to you? Whatever happens after… the baby comes, I promise I’ll be the best parent I can ever be.”

Rose held him up like a life-size doll and showered him with kisses all over his face. “Muah! Muah! Muah! I knew you'd understand! Thank you so much Greg! Despite the possibly fatal end of me, you'd still understand why this is so important to me. I love you so much!”

Greg, who was dazed from all the kisses and half a foot off the ground, smiled at her. “Oh Rose totally, I love you too hehe...”

She gave him one last peck on the lips before setting him down. Greg was spinning from all the affection, but he shooked his head and gained back his conscience. “Soo, we're gonna have a baby?”

“We’re gonna have a baby!”

Greg still wanted to make it romantic. He held her hand to the end of his van, opened it for her like the gentleman he was, and helped her up the van despite how unnecessary it was.

“Come on, let's get the mood on.” The two got into the van and spent their first night together.

(A/N: Hey guys sorry for the delay, I was supposed to have part 2 out by yesterday but I hesitated cuz of the immediate continuation of part 3 from the end of part 2. It just made sense to put them together instead of separating them.

Anyways, I did my best with Greg's past based on the SUF episode that involved his old life. The whole "Mother/Father" thing is what I assumed he would address his parents since they're so old-fashioned and strict. I didn't plan on including Greg's past into the chapter, but I think it worked out after all.

Chapter finale will be out a week after today so come back in a week if you're wanna read it. Thanks for reading and see ya next week!

[starrconch]

PRISONER

★ Includes: Childe / Tartaglia, GN reader, fluff, spoilers for Childe's real name, "No, you can't get up. You're my prisoner for today." prompt from my event

★ Word Count: 596

★ Master List

★ Event

★ Notes: You can find the request information here :D

CHILDE / TARTAGLIA

★ It wasn’t often the two of you got a moment in the morning together. Childe was often away with fatui work, and your own job required you to get up quite early.

★ Today, however, your partner had no work, so you awoke wrapped in his warm embrace.

The first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was ginger. Your partner had cuddled you tightly during the night, resting his head on your shoulder instead of the pillow, and had remained that way until the morning. His legs were entangled with yours, pulling himself as close to you as he could get.

This was the Ajax you had fallen in love with. The clingy Ajax who let his guard down around you, who could find solace and peace in your presence. The Ajax who had stolen your heart unwillingly and kept it under lock and key.

A glance at the clock told you that you were about to be late for work, sending panic coursing through your veins. You needed to get dressed, have breakfast, and prepare your bag all in a short amount of time. But how in Tevyat were you going to escape from your adorable captor?

Carefully, you untangled your legs from his and attempted to slip out from his arms. Just when you thought you had succeeded, slowly rising from the bed, the strong, muscled arms that you knew very well snaked around you again.

“Morning,” you greeted Childe, a sheepish smile on your face. “I’m going to be late for work, so I need to get up.”

"No, you can't get up. You're my prisoner for today.” His voice was muffled into the pillow, his eyes still firmly shut.

“But I’ve got work, Ajax. We can cuddle later, okay?” You leaned down to press a kiss to his lips, but realised quickly that was a mistake. Succumbing to your fate, you were pulled back into the covers and tucked against your partner to be used as his personal teddy-bear.

Childe held your head under his chin, using his fingers to stroke through your hair. “You can turn up tomorrow and explain that you were really sick. Do you not want to spend time with your beloved?” Finally, he met your gaze, sadness filling his eyes like a kicked child about to cry. “I’m home all day too. This only happens once in a blue moon.”

“It’s not like that! Of course I want to spend time with you!” Your hand found its way to his cheek, your thumb stroking it gently. “But I also need to stay on the good side of my boss.”

“It’s not like you need to work anyway, you know perfectly well that I can take care of you financially.” He leant into your touch, his eyes closing again as if he were about to go back to sleep.

Flicking his nose, you forced him to wake up again and wince in pain. “I’m not with you for your money. Besides, a job keeps me motivated to do something with my life.”

“Please, stay with me. I’m sure your boss wouldn’t mind just one day.”

After a moment of silence, you sighed and buried your head into Childe’s neck. “Fine.”

You could feel your partner smile against you. “Thank you. I’ll make you the best breakfast you’ve ever had to make up for it, I promise.”

When you got yourself comfortable again, you knew you had made the correct decision to stay. “By the time we get out of bed, it’s going to be lunchtime, Ajax.”

[astaroth1357]

Demigod MC Series: Dionysus

Hey y’all, sorry for going dark! I’m alright, almost completely recovered in fact! I just got so sleepy while my body was fighting stuff off and couldn’t really work up the energy to write... Still going to be spotty for a short time, but I’m glad to have gotten this done. See ya soon!

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus

Lucifer

Well, this mortal stumbled out of the portal covered in glitter, body paint, and carrying a red solo cup… which they proceeded to stare at like, "'ell sshhit… Thiz iz sum stron s'uff…"

First impressions were not on their side here.

He spent a depressingly long amount of time more or less assuming that the MC was a drunken f-up and spent the first few months trying to make them more… presentable.

But like… How do you stop someone from acting like a drunk fool when they can turn any drink they touch alcoholic???

For months they would show up to meetings buzzed or stumbling, all smiles and all giggles but HORRIBLY unprofessional, and he just couldn't stand it!

But then he found out their little secret…

Assassination threats befall the exchange students all the time. Most of them are dealt with quickly but some (through skill or dumb luck) manage to slip through...

He had been walking with the MC through their new vineyard in the House's courtyard, yet again trying to lecture them about their drunken behavior, when suddenly the two were ambushed!

Ten or so heavily armored demons dropped down from the sky to attack them! Lucifer was so preoccupied that he got cornered by three of them and it took him a hot minute to destroy them.

When he looked back at the mortal (who had been fighting a 1-on-7) he was certain they'd have been kidnapped or worse…

But he saw that they had already cut down two attackers with their weapon with ease. The other five were rolling in the dirt, babbling about inexplicable terrors and imaginary pain as their minds succumbed to madness…

Meanwhile, the MC just stood in the middle of it all with the icy glare of someone who’s just revealed how stone-cold sober they've always been under the surface...

When they turned back to him, they put their usual ditzy smile back on over the tormented wails of the demons around them...

MC: Whoopsie… Gotta little mad there. 🙂

He uh… took a big ol'step off their back after that. Surprisingly, they're more pleasant (and less dangerous) "drunk" than they are sober…

Mammon

Oh HELL yeah!! Lucifer actually gave him a mortal that knows how to party!!

Admittedly, they looked like utter trash when they first met, like, "Hey, I've been at this party since DAWN" trash, but they gave him one good look and pulled together a surprisingly hot smile.

MC: "-ey yer cute… Ya like strip poker?"

Spoken like someone else who also makes shit decisions… They were going to get along just fine!

And they did. The MC to him was that one friend that's always down for anything. Just anything. Whenever. Wherever.

He wants to try sneaking into Lucifer's room to steal stuff? Sure, what time?

He wants to take a mattress and see if he can ride it down the grand staircase of the palace? Alright, we bringin' pillows too?

He needs to set up another scheme that's gotta involve live rats and box of tiny hats and monocles?? That's oddly specific but count them in!!

Sometimes he honestly can't tell if they're laid back or just crave chaos... but it works out fine for him either way so who cares? 🤷‍♀️

And if you think normal Mammon is a pain in the ass for Lucifer? Check out drunk Mammon. All the same urges but literally none of the (marginal) competence!!

At one point, the eldest ended up stringing both Mammon and the MC from the ceiling after they both barged into his office looking for Goldie… while he was still in there… watching them wander around aimlessly calling out for a piece of plastic like it was a missing puppy…

They end up together on the ceiling a lot come to think of it, but hey, at least now he has some company. 😌

Leviathan

Thinks they're the most normal normie to have ever normed on this normie planet!!!

No, seriously. They're a billion times worse than Asmo!! All they want to do is go to parties and drink all the time! What kind of use is he to someone like that??

… That being said they ARE pretty fun to be around… And their sake is WAY better than anything he could get off Akuzon!!

They also like karaoke too! So at least he has someone else to go with (even if they get so drunk they can’t remember any lyrics and just belt barely coherent discount Mariah Carey vocals behind him...)

Of course, the real fun between these two is everybody else getting to watch a couple of the Devildom's sloppiest drunks attempt to communicate with each other…

Levi: MMM-*hic*-MCCC…!!! *throws himself at them from across the bar*

MC: What Leviachan??? 😨 Did the chair kick you off?!

Levi: Nooo! *pokes their cheek* I wanna-I wanna tell you sometin'...! *tries pulling them closer*

MC: Whaa? Secrets?? *leans in eagerly*

Levi: Mammon used all ma money on’a pyramid scheme a thou-zand years ago… AND HE STILL WON'T PAY ME BAAA-!!! 😭😭 *starts shaking them violently*

MC: *getting flung around like a limp noodle* Waaaat?! Nooo!!! I'm so sowwy!! 😢

Mammon: *watching it all go down right next to him* 😑 Ya guys need some water… I'm cuttin' ya off, got it?

MC: 😱 Shut yer whore mouth, criminal!! *starts pelting him with pretzel bites*

Levi: 😤 Yah!! *joins in*

Good thing he's a shut-in, because the hangovers he gets after those escapades are unreal…

Satan

A little concerned for their liver, honestly… How much damage have they already done to the poor thing...?

But at the same time, he'll be damned if they don't make some utterly fantastic wine!

Alcokinesis wasn't a power he would have pegged a demigod to have but apparently the great art of making drinks comes from their godly DNA.

When they first met, he was trying to get the MC to act less slovenly but made the mistake of agreeing to a wager: he'd let them dress however they pleased if they could give him the BEST drink he'd ever tasted.

Now, Satan isn't a huge drinker (thank you terrible alcohol tolerance), but he's still a man of fine tastes. Plus, he's sampled Demonus from Diavolo royal stock before. They should not have won…

But on that day, he had to let them go to RAD in a pink blanket toga... 😑 Their wine is just THAT good.

He hates to admit it, but they've gotten him drunk more times than he could probably count too… He's not a huge fan of clubbing with them and the others, but if they bring over a bottle from their vineyard he just can't resist. They're a master of their craft, truly.

And it's a good thing he likes their drinks so much, because if they called him, "Kitty-boy," when he's sober, he may have just become a sour grape himself…

They also may or may not have copious amounts of blackmail material of him either meowing between sentences, sobbing over some fictional character he likes, pole dancing on dares….

Yeah, he's been trying to destroy their phone for months now. If Lucifer were to see ANY of that, he's done for… 😣

He has also been meaning to ask them about other aspects of their abilities, their father is also the God of Madness after all, but anytime he tries to bring it up they shove another glass in his hand and tell him not to kill the mood...

Eh. What's the harm in having another drink, right? 🤷‍♀️

Asmodeus 

Honey. He's MET Dionysus. He's been to a Dio-party or two and they're INSANE. He could not be more thrilled by this!!!

He practically scooped them up on the first night that they were in the House and it’s practically been a nonstop rave between these two ever since. They’re like the party twin he never knew he needed!!

He absolutely abuses their ability to turn pretty much any drink they touch into alcohol at clubs. It makes the nights so much easier on the wallet PLUS it makes an excellent little party trick to impress the succubi! Who doesn’t want a free drink? 😏

And can he just say that their drinks are better? Just flat out amazing! If it weren’t so unhealthy he’d consider drinking nothing but their booze and wine for the rest of his days, Satan’s certainly getting close to it.

But little does Satan know, he’s not even getting the GOOD stuff...

There’s the normal wine: grapes picked from the vineyard, hand squeezed, then magically helped through the fermenting process. But their real good stuff? They were given enchanted oak barrels from their father and anything that comes out of those is worth starting a WAR over. 😩

He knows, because he gifted an extra bottle to Diavolo once and Barbs came to him the very next day demanding to know what vineyard had produced it with the look of man willing to annex a small nation...

Asmo had to beg Lucifer to talk to Diavolo after the butler more or less kidnapped the MC back to the Castle… Devil knows even Barbs wouldn’t ever be able to reproduce their wine, so they could have been locked there for eternity!!

Thankfully, he got his party-buddy back and their debauchery continued! (Just now with Barbatos following them around sometimes like he’s trying to gather state secrets... It’s an impossible task but he hasn’t given up yet, bless his black heart.)

Beelzebub

He isn't much bothered by their carefree nature, at least they seem to be having fun with his family which he appreciates. 🙂

To be honest, though, he nearly ate them when they first met because they smell like freshly peeled grapes… and for good reason.

By their third day at the House they had (somehow) planted and cultivated a full on vineyard in the courtyard. Hell, the wall growing to their bedroom balcony was covered in grapevines!! Always ripe and completely healthy in defiance of the lack of sun... Whatever magic they used was strong.

And, of course, their grapes were also delicious! Easily among the best fruits he's ever tasted! Every cluster is ridiculously plump, juicy, and sweet like little droplets of pure Heaven… 🤤

When their fruit first ripened, the MC came out with a basket to collect some only to find Beel had gouged himself on over half of their crop!!!

… which may have been why he got snared up on one of the courtyard walls by pissed off grapevines... Even with all his strength, he couldn't break through them and had to wait for Lucifer to cut him down… 😔 

From then on, Beel was pretty much the pesky rabbit to the MC's harvest. They had to set up traps and magical barriers to keep him from their precious grapes…!! Which inevitably meant one of his brothers had to come rescue him from their furious vines at least once a week... 🙄

SOMETIMES, the MC will bring him along to help harvest with them with the deal that he can have an extra basket for however many he helps them pick. But the second he takes a bite he shouldn't, it’s back on the wall!

Out of the vineyard, they're nice enough. But put some grapes between these two and they're mortal enemies… STOP messing with their plants, Beel!! 😤

Belphegor 

So… this drunken fool is supposed to get him out of the attic? Never mind, this is never going to work…

He was SEVERELY underwhelmed when the "human" finally made it up the steps. This was who they decided to bring for their exchange program? They seemed like they could barely stand!

Naturally, he figured all the better for him. They probably wouldn't even last that long! 

Some poor, incompetent human falling victim to a demon out there? Diavolo's reputation would in tatters and he wouldn't even have to lift a finger! (His favorite way of doing things really 😌).

But… they just kept coming back? Like. Nothing was killing them….! How guarded were they keeping this moron?? 

Or… maybe it was something else?

Sure, the MC seemed like a drunken idiot but there were times when he'd swear that they were just… too aware to be sloshed…

MC: *suddenly stops smiling at him mid-conversation and looks him in the eye* You tilt your head when you lie. You know that?

How can someone so cheerful ALSO be so unnerving…?

So really, he should have seen their sudden heel-turn after they opened the door coming. There he was, fully intending to take them by surprise and choke them after a hug…

...and they knocked him down, climbed onto his back like a spider monkey, and rode him around like a bucking bull using his horns like handlebars!!

It wouldn’t have been AS humiliating if they didn’t also keep shouting things like "Giddiyap!" And "Yee-haw!!"

It took him a whole month to be sure that any and all footage of that nightmare was erased and he STILL hates the MC quite a bit for it…. But he's too scared to attack them now, so…

The lesson here? It's not a fair fight when one side’s crazy... 😔😒