#almost gave her pointe shoes but decided against it. for now...

[slosh-gouache]

Girl moment

[0o-junebug-o0]

First Meeting

summary: You're having difficulty with some code so you stop by Penelope's house for help, unaware that she has a guest. Spencer takes one look at you and is immediately head over heels.

genre: fluff

cw: meet cute (is it a meet cute?) completely gn!reader (reader is not described at all), no use of y/n, autistic!spencer (because every spencer is autistic!spencer), season 1 spencer, university/college student reader, talk about research and coding, pov switch from reader to spencer

wordcount: 1.5k

a/n: this is an actual error I had this summer when writing my spectra analysis code

You lean back in your chair with a sigh, scowling at the code you’re trying to write. You’re still relatively new to coding, the first time you ever took a class on it was just under two years ago, so this code has taken you significantly more time to write than it would have taken Penelope. But you’ve written it. You read through the code again and rerun it. Everything runs fine, the code should work, but it doesn’t. 

You rub your eyes and groan with frustration. You should be able to get a wavelength solution out of this. The professor you’re doing research with told you what you need to do to get the wavelength solution and then how to use it to find the redshift of the lensed galaxy and the foreground lensing galaxy, but nothing is lining up!

You’ve opened the data, plotted the variation in flux for each line in the image, fit a Gaussian to it to get the brightest point, and converted the pixel value of that point to vacuum wavelength, but none of the wavelengths you’re finding match up with what lines should be present in the spectra for this lamp type!

You briefly consider emailing your professor but decide against it. Even though he told you that asking him things wouldn’t bother him and that it’s his job, you don’t want to take up more of his time than you already have. 

You look around your apartment for anything that might help. Your eyes land on your keychain and the spare key Penelope gave you because she enjoys it when you stop by. You quickly shut your laptop, tucking it under your arm, grab your keys, slip on a pair of shoes, and make your way down the hall to Penelope’s apartment, not bothering to lock the door behind you. 

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Spencer sits awkwardly on one of Garcia’s kitchen stools, tapping his fingers on the Tardis mug she had filled with tea and given him. He’s not exactly sure why Garcia invited him over. She said she wanted to bond, but they’ve known each other for almost two years now, and Spencer considers her a good friend, so he doesn’t really know what bonding entails. So far, Garcia has just been bustling around her kitchen preparing snacks and drinks for their Doctor Who marathon.

The lock clicks and Spencer’s head whips toward the door just in time for it to burst open. Spencer freezes and stares at you in awe and confusion. 

“Penny!” you cry, your voice a mixture of a shout and a whine. 

Garcia calls your name with a surprised look. “What happened? Are you alright?”

“What?” you ask. Then you wave your hand flippantly. “Yeah I’m fine, I just need help with some code.” Your eyes land on Spencer and he can feel his heart rate increase. He really hopes his face isn’t as red as it feels. 

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t know you had someone over,” you say. “I can, um, I can come back later.”

Spencer watches as your posture stiffens slightly and you start to fiddle with your keychain. 

Spencer opens his mouth to reassure you but Garcia beats him to it. “No, no, it’s fine,” she says. “I’ve been wanting you two to meet anyway.” You shoot Spencer a small, awkward smile and wave from across the room when Garcia shares your name. When she introduces him, your eyes widen and you look toward Garcia with an expression Spencer can’t decipher and mouth something to her that makes her laugh loudly. 

Spencer can feel himself flushing at your reaction and takes a sip of his tea to hide his face.

“Anyway!” Garcia says cheerfully. “Do you mind if I help them real quick?”

“Go ahead,” Spencer responds, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. It’s difficult with you there, though, all his thoughts suddenly seem much harder to grasp. Like your presence is forcing them aside. 

Your eyes seem to linger on him for a moment before you head over to the counter and set your laptop down. “Right,” you mutter, opening it and entering the password. Spencer listens intently as you describe to Garcia what your code should be doing and he can’t help but smile at the clear passion in your voice. It sends butterflies to his stomach. 

“What do you study?” Spencer blurts out. 

You close your mouth and cock your head at him for a moment. “I’m, uh, I’m studying astrophysics. Specifically strong gravitational lensing. I’ve already made preliminary models of the system and I’m just working on analyzing the spectra now.”

Spencer nods and leans over to look at your code. 

“Do you want to help Penny find the issue?” you ask. You sound a bit nervous and Spencer looks up and smiles what he hopes is a soothing smile.

“I would if I could. I really don’t know how to code, though.”

“Seriously?” you ask. Spencer cocks his head at the tone of surprise in your voice. “Sorry, it’s just that Penny has told me a lot about you and about how you’re a genius and have three PhDs, which is insanely impressive by the way, so I guess I’m just surprised you don’t know something.”

“There’s a lot I don’t know,” Spencer admits. “Coding and other technological things are some of it. I don’t know too much about astrophysics either.” That’s not exactly true but it isn’t a lie either. He’s read papers on several astrophysical topics but he’s never come across one on strong lensing before. But the truth of the statement is irrelevant, the only reason he said it was to find an excuse to spend more time with you.

You smile and Spencer’s stomach feels like it does a backflip. “I won’t be much help teaching you how to code, Penny would be better for that, but I can tell you about some astro stuff at some point.”

“Alright, lovebirds,” Garcia teases and Spencer’s face burns. “Let’s focus.” You nod, clearly also a bit embarrassed, and turn back to your laptop.

“How about I go line by line and tell you what it should do and you let me know if something doesn’t do what I think it does,” you say. Garcia nods and both she and Spencer follow along as you point to and describe each line of code. You get to a printed image of the data file you’re analyzing before Garcia stops you.

“Can you open the file on your computer?” she asks.

You nod and open the file in a new application and move it so it’s side by side with the image in your code. “Wait,” you mutter, glancing back and forth between the two images. “Is that seriously the issue?” Spencer leans forward to get a closer look, the x-axes of the images are flipped. 

You throw your head back with a groan and change the rotation of the file in your code. “I swear, if this works,” you growl. The clear exasperation in your tone makes Spencer chuckle slightly. 

You rerun the code and compare several of the outputs to a list of wavelengths before groaning again and letting your head fall onto the counter. “I hate Python,” you grumble. “Why does it have to switch the axes!” 

Garcia laughs and pats you on the back. You raise your head off the counter and tap your forehead against her shoulder in a gesture Spencer assumes expresses gratitude. “Thanks, Penny,” you sigh. “You’re the best.”

“Of course I am!”

“Oh, and Spencer,” you say, turning to look at him. “We should get lunch sometime. I can tell you about astrophysics and you can tell me about all the crazy things you know.”

“I-I would love that,” Spencer stutters, unable to speak clearly with you looking into his eyes. He's hardly able to wrap his head around the fact that someone as beautiful as you would want to spend more time with him. Spencer's not sure whether you’re asking him on a date or just to go out as friends, but he doesn’t care either way as long as he gets to spend more time with you.

“Great!” you say happily. You stand and cross the room to quickly grab one of Garcia’s pens before returning. You hold the fluffy pink pen with a smile on your face and hold out your hand for his. “May I?” you ask. 

Spencer’s eyes widen and he nods, setting his hand in yours despite his usual aversion to touch. The contact makes his heart feel like it’s about to burst from his chest. You scrawl your number across the back of his hand before handing Spencer the pen and holding out your hand for him to do the same. He writes his number on your hand and watches in a sort of daze as you gather your computer and keys and wave goodbye before leaving.

Spencer jumps slightly as Garcia ruffles his hair. He looks over at her to see a knowing smile on her face. Spencer blushes and hides his face in his hands. “Shut up,” he grumbles, embarrassed.

“No way,” she laughs. “Derek’s going to have a field day with this. Boy genius has a crush!”

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might just love you 'til the end

post... that match. a bit of angst, mostly fluff. alexia is not pleased after her performance against chelsea. you aren't quite sure what she needs from you. you decide to give her space, but that isn't really what she needs. alexia tells you... eventually.

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It was a long day, a tiring and difficult match, and Alexia probably would have resorted to one of her coping mechanisms, if she hadn’t missed that last shot on goal. It seemed to take something out of her, and even from your place sitting on the bench, you could see how angry she was acting. Underneath that, though, you could tell that she was really just disappointed in herself. 

Watching her blink back tears as she made her way around the pitch was almost too much for you. You wanted nothing more than to grab her hand, pull her into the tunnel, and hug her until she wasn’t sad anymore. You knew better than to try to comfort her now, though. Alexia hated nothing more than seeming weak, especially in front of the team. Anything she needed or wanted from you would have to wait until you both got home. And even then, you weren’t sure what to expect. Sometimes she’d just shut down after a bad game, go to sleep, and wake up with a new passion the next morning. Sometimes she’d shut down, but her fury at herself would linger for days. Very rarely did she talk about it. Only when she really reached her breaking point, which was admittedly a lot harder to reach than other people’s were, would she let you make her feel better.  

It wasn’t necessarily a healthy array of options that she normally went with, but you couldn’t argue that it didn’t work. It worked for Alexia, and that was what was important. Even if giving her space until she asked for something else hurt, you knew it was what she needed. 

She acted pretty much how you expected her to as you both made your way into the locker room and headed for the showers. The blonde gave you nothing more than a high five and a weak smile, before she launched herself into her post match routine. You did the same, icing various parts of your body that hurt after a rather physical game. You kept your eyes on your girlfriend, though, watching the hollow way she brushed through her hair and the mechanical way she laced up her shoes. You were done before her, sitting in your locker looking at your phone, trying to figure out how bad the social media situation was going to be for her, when her white nikes appeared in front of you. You looked up at her with a smile, though it fell slightly when you took in the completely emotionless look on her face. She’d shut down, then, like you’d expected her to. You knew it was coming, but it didn’t make it easier that she wouldn’t let you help.

“¿Lista?” She asked roughly, not meeting your eyes. 

“Yeah, let’s go.” You replied, getting to your feet, grabbing your bag, and giving Mapi a reassuring look from where she sat waiting for Ingrid to be ready to go. You knew your girlfriend’s best friend worried about her, and that she had tried to talk to her after the match, but it hadn’t really gone anywhere. You were surprised when, as soon as you were out of the locker room and had walked a ways down the hall, Alexia dropped her bag to the ground and pulled you into a tight hug. 

You returned the hug, sighing into her shoulder, feeling her bury her face in your slightly damp hair. The hug was for you, you could tell. To make you feel better, even when Alexia wouldn’t allow you to do anything to make her feel better. She held herself a bit tensely, and when she pulled away, her eyes searched yours, her worry clear on her face. 

“Te amo,” she whispered, pressing a light kiss to your cheek. “I am proud of you, always.” 

“I love you, Ale,” you replied, a thousand more words on the tip of your tongue. You wanted to tell her you were proud of her, too, that it wasn’t her fault, that she didn’t need to deal with today all by herself, but you knew she wouldn’t accept it right now. Instead, you grabbed her hand in yours and squeezed tightly. 

The captain kept her hand in yours as you both walked to her car, and though you expected her to pull away from the contact, you were glad that she was letting herself have something to make herself feel better. The car ride home was silent, and you predicted the rest of the night to be the same.

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You knew to let Alexia deal with it how she dealt with it, but you did put your foot down on a couple things. When she headed right for the couch, going to put the match replay on the TV and take notes, you shook your head, taking the remote out of her hand. 

“Not tonight. It won’t make you feel better.” 

“I have to watch,” she argued, but you cut her off. 

“You can watch tomorrow. Tonight we are going to watch a movie, order dinner, and go to bed early.” 

“Amor,” Alexia sighed, her brow furrowed, no doubt thinking about how she could convince you to let her do this. 

You switched tactics, knowing there was one sure way to get your girlfriend to agree with you. “Please? For me? I don’t want to watch that again right now.” 

The blonde softened, nodding her head at you. Satisfied, you flopped down on the couch next to her, grabbing her arm and draping it over your shoulder. 

Alexia smiled despite herself, leaving a soft kiss on the top of your head. She was still practically silent as you picked out a movie, but she pulled you close to her, slipping her hand up the front of your shirt and  running her thumb back and forth across your skin. 

Even if she was only letting this happen because she thought she was comforting you, it was still better than nothing. Better than the rare occasions that she’d sleep on the couch, almost as a punishment for herself when she didn’t perform the way she thought she should’ve. The blonde had gotten better since getting together with you, mostly because you pointed out the inconsistencies in how she treated you after a rough game, and how she treated herself. Some rough days sent her spiraling back to her bad habits, though, and you were glad you could pull her away from those, at least for today.

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“Cariño,” Alexia whispered, jostling you slightly. “Let’s go to bed, vale?” 

“Hmm?” You mumbled, barely opening your eyes. “‘M not asleep.” 

“Oh, sure. You are just watching the movie with your eyes closed?” 

“Sí,” you sighed, turning against her slightly until your head was laid on her chest. It vibrated under you as she laughed, and the sound woke you a bit more, glad to hear something even remotely joyful come out of your girlfriend’s mouth. 

“Venga, amor, it is time for bed.” She insisted, gently sitting up and easing you into an upright position. You pouted at her, wishing the smile on her face would reach her eyes. When it didn’t, you rose from the couch, grabbing Alexia’s hand, and pulling her towards the bedroom. 

You both made quick work of your nighttime routines, and you were glad to slide into the bed, undeniably exhausted from the physically and emotionally draining day. Alexia slipped in next to you, though she didn’t really get comfortable; she remained halfway sat up, staring at the ceiling above her. You tucked yourself into her side, burrowing under the covers until you were surrounded by soft fabric and Alexia’s sweatshirt. She seemed wide awake, and you laced your fingers with her, rubbing your thumb comfortingly along the back. 

“Sleep, baby. You need rest. Everything will feel better in the morning.” Alexia nodded mechanically, giving you a half smile that you didn’t buy for a second, before her eyes fluttered shut. “I love you. You’re my favorite person.” You whispered. 

She opened her eyes again at your words, softening slightly. She turned on her side and pulled you into her chest, wrapping you up tightly in her arms. “Te amo, mi niña, eres perfecta.” She whispered. 

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You fell asleep easily. Alexia, evidently, had not. You realized this when you rolled over in the middle of the night, seeking out your girlfriend to curl up against, and only felt cold sheets next to you. 

It woke you up, and you opened your eyes, in your sleepy haze worried Alexia had gotten sick or something. You looked around the room, and towards the bathroom, but no lights were on. You sat up in the bed, forcing yourself to wake up more. Once you had thought about it for a minute, you had a sneaking suspicion about where your girlfriend had disappeared to in the middle of the night. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand, checking Alexia’s location, and sure enough, her little profile picture was at a park a few blocks away. It had a football pitch, and Alexia sometimes slipped away there when she wanted to clear her head, but not deal with seeing people she knew at the Barça training ground. 

You dragged yourself out of bed, even though you had half a mind to call Ale’s mom and get Eli to deal with her, knowing she could scold her daughter much more effectively than you could. It was the middle of the night, though, and you knew that Alexia may need a softer approach. You weren’t really sure what headspace she’d be in when you found her, and it was at this thought that you began to move faster, pulling on joggers and a shirt, and rushing down the stairs. You could visualize what she’d be doing, taking shot after shot on goal, but you couldn’t figure out how she’d be acting. Upset, or sad, or angry, or still completely blank. You grabbed your car keys, not really wanting to waste a second longer than possible by walking to where Alexia was, although it wasn’t far. 

It only took a few minutes to arrive, and you pulled into the parking lot with your attention completely fixed on the figure across the park, running down the pitch with a ball at her feet. As you got closer, you took in how exhausted Alexia looked, as if she’d been at this for hours.

“Ale?” You called, finally arriving at the pitch and trying to get your girlfriend’s attention from the sidelines. She didn’t look over at you, too caught up in her own thoughts, trying to angle her shot in just right. 

You moved closer, and finally she saw you, just out of the corner of her eye. She stopped what she was doing, turning to face you. “Amor?” She questioned. “What are you doing here?” 

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at her question. “Really? You’re asking me what I’m doing here?” Your girlfriend had the decency to look slightly embarrassed. “It’s the middle of the night, Alexia. What are you doing?”

“I could not fall asleep.” Alexia told you, walking over to you, her ball abandoned behind her. 

“Why didn’t you wake me?” You asked, brushing a few pieces of flyaway hair off her forehead. She melted into your touch, her body slouching down towards you, giving you even more of an idea of how exhausted she was. 

“I wanted you to rest.” She said quietly, and it was a perfectly believable explanation, but for some reason you had a feeling that there was more to it than that. You fixed her with a look, raising one eyebrow. The blonde sighed again, grabbing your hand in hers. “Can we go home?” 

“Only if you promise to talk to me when we get there. Otherwise I’ll make you stand in goal while I shoot.” You teased, happy to see a small smile on your girlfriend’s completely drained face. 

“Promise.” She said, giving your hand a squeeze as you both began to walk towards the park exit. 

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You sent Alexia to shower upon arriving home, sitting on the couch until she was done, absolutely sure that if you got back in bed, you’d instantly fall back asleep. Alexia very timidly walked out of the bathroom 20 minutes later, all bundled up in a sweatshirt and sweatpants even though it was rather warm out. 

Alexia looked weirdly nervous as she sat down next to you, her eyes everywhere but on yours. She reached for your hand very hesitantly, relaxing slightly when you intertwined your fingers with hers easily. 

“What’s wrong, Ale?” You asked. 

“I am sorry about today. Really sorry, amor.” 

You opened your mouth, prepared to tell her that you forgave her for sneaking away in the middle of the night instead of waking you up, but you stopped when you looked at her closer, and found tears in her eyes. Something about the way she’d phrased it, too, that she was sorry about ‘today,’ didn’t sit right with you. 

“What are you sorry about?” You asked, frowning when Alexia chewed on her lower lip instead of answering. 

“I disappointed you today.” She said finally. 

“Alexia,” you rushed to contradict her, but she cut you off. 

“No, I know I did. I am sorry, I will do better, mi amor, I promise.” 

“Love, you did not disappoint me.” You insisted, cradling your girlfriend’s cheek and wiping away a stray tear. She shrugged, like she didn’t believe you. “You could never disappoint me, Alexia, especially not by missing a shot. Why do you think that?” 

Her eyes flicked up to yours, finding only sincerity there, as she took a deep breath, and spoke. “I told you I was proud of you.” Alexia mumbled, her cheeks flushing. “You did not say it back. And you normally give me a hug after matches in the locker room, but you did not, not until I hugged you.” 

You were sure you felt your heart crack in two. “Baby, I’m so sorry.” You said, reaching to pull her into a hug. She shrugged out of your grasp, though, and you were furious with yourself in that moment. 

“You do not need to be sorry, I understand.” She said, albeit rather miserably, looking so angry and upset with herself, when she really should have been directing that at you. 

“No, Alexia, look at me.” You insisted, gently tilting her head to look at you. She was barely holding back tears, her lip wavering sadly. “Oh, my love. I didn’t say it back because I didn’t think you’d want to hear it. You never listen after rough games, I was trying to let you have your feelings for the night, and then try to make you feel better tomorrow. I didn’t think you’d want comfort, Alexia, not today. I am so proud of you, Alexia. Every day, I am proud of you, especially today. You did everything you could do, I know that. It just wasn’t our day. Estoy tan orgullosa de ti.” You emphasized. 

Alexia nodded slowly, but you could tell she didn’t fully believe you. 

“Would you ever be disappointed with me for missing a shot?” You asked, slightly amused when the blonde whipped her head up to look at you, a frown set on her features. 

“No. Never.” Alexia said quickly, appalled at even the idea.

You smiled at her sadly. “Can you not imagine that I feel the same way about you, Ale? That I love you just as much as you love me? 

Your girlfriend swallowed roughly, reaching to pull you into her lap, and into a hug. You let her manhandle you the way she wanted, wrapping your arms around her and kissing the side of her head repeatedly once she grabbed on to you. 

“It is hard to believe sometimes. It is… too good to be true. That you love me like I love you. I do not always feel like I deserve it. Especially when I am grumpy all day after we lose, and I sneak out of our bed, and make you come find me in the middle of the night.” Alexia said, her voice dripping with insecurity. 

You pulled back just slightly, pressing your forehead to Alexia’s, threading your fingers through her hair. “You always deserve it. Always, Alexia. And I would get out of bed in the middle of the night to come find you every day if you needed me too. I’d get on a plane in the middle of the night and fly halfway across the world to find you, if that’s what you needed.” You whispered, leaning forward to press your lips to Alexia’s. 

She kissed you back, hard, trying to tell you how much everything you’d said meant to her. 

“I’d rather not, but I’d do it.” You mumbled against her mouth, feeling her smile against your own lips. 

“Okay.” She said finally, and it was clear to you that she believed you a bit more now, and that she’d believe you even more tomorrow. “I will keep my fleeing of the country to a minimum.” 

You laughed. “Good. Because I want to go to bed.” 

Alexia nodded enthusiastically, rising up off the couch with you held securely in her arms. “Me too.” 

She carried you towards the bedroom, already physically more relaxed than she’d been all day. 

“If you set an alarm for the morning, I will make you sleep at the park tomorrow night.” You told her, letting out a rather undignified squeak when she gently threw you down on the bed. 

She smiled at you mischievously, her bad day completely forgotten. How could she think about her performance when you were so perfect, and so pretty, and she was so tired.

“No alarm.” She promised, turning her light off and collapsing onto the bed next to you. It had been a mistake, not waking you up before. Because when you pulled her into you and began to scratch lightly at her back, she went completely limp, and she knew you were all she needed to fall asleep. Alexia didn’t need to practice her shots until her legs were numb. She just needed to lay her head on your chest and hear your heartbeat in her ear, and she’d remember that everything would be okay. 

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──⯎ ˙💌 ̟ hallway crush (Ep.1)

엔하이픈 | Enhypen | Nishimura Riki

──Pairing: idol!niki x afab!idol!reader

──Genre: fluff, angst

──Synopsis: Hybe is home to many idol groups including Enhypen and Jung Y/n's group, Star Stride. Most of the idols are friends from being a part of the same company. Suddenly, Nishimura Riki is enamored by the beauty of a girl who has never even thought about him.

──Warnings: cursing

──A/N: Thanks so much for the request! I know this was meant to be a oneshot but I had too many ideas and now it's being turned into a series. Whoops... FOLLOW FOR CHAPTER 2 !!!

──Word Count: 1.5k

masterlist part two

Nishimura Riki strode through the halls of the Hybe building. The sounds of footsteps and typing coming from the big open staff room. An exhausted sigh fell from his lips. He had just gotten finished with his private dance lessons and was on his way back to his dorm. The other Enhypen members had been waiting to serve dinner. It was already 8:46pm. Before Riki had started taking extra dance lessons, the members would eat together at 8. Despite telling them to just eat without him, they decided against it and stated that they would all wait for him to get home every weekday. Now Riki was rushing down the hallway to get home so him and everyone else could eat.

The boy quickened his steps. He didn't want the other members to wait for him for too long. Looking down at his phone, he almost didn't notice the girl he was about to run straight into. As soon as he lifted his head, he was face to face with the girl, only a few inches away from colliding. Riki quickly weaved to get out of her way. The gaze of her big pretty eyes flickered to him only for a split second as they both stepped to the side to avoid running into each other. In the passing moment he had seen her, he got a glimpse of just how gorgeous she was. She bowed quickly before running off. Her hair bounced slightly with each lively step she took. She was absolutely breathtaking.

Then it hit him that he had never even seen that girl before. His mind began racing with the endless possibilities. Could she be a staff member? She was way too pretty and fashionable to be a staff member. So then was she an idol? If so, he had never even noticed her up until now. He was so sure that he knew all the other Hybe idols. After a lot of thought, he decided to safely assume that she was from the new group that had debuted a few months ago.

In a hurry, he made his way back to the dorm where the other members had been waiting. Though he was no longer concerned with how long he had made them wait. All he wanted to do was figure out who that girl was. As soon as the door slammed open, Riki was already yelling to his band mates from the doorway.

"What's that new girl group that debuted this year?" He asked, throwing off his shoes.

"Star Stride. We literally have a show with them in two weeks." Jake yelled back, telling him to pay better attention. The others laughed at his ignorance.

"Star Stride... great. Thanks." He said quickly.

"Dinner is on the counter. I just took it back out of the oven because it-" Without another word, Riki made his way to his dorm room. He cut Heeseung off, shutting the door behind him. "...got cold. God damn it Riki." The rest of the members gave acrimonious groans, and sighs as he left them there to eat alone after they had waited for him for an hour.

In his room, Riki plopped down onto his bed, already searching for Star Stride on his phone. He opened Spotify and pressed play on their most recent album. While the music played, he began looking up the members, hoping to find the girl from the hallway. Of course he had to find out who you were. Star Stride had 5 members since a star has 5 points. Finally, after looking up 4 other members, he had looked up Star Strides main rapper. The girl was identical to the girl he had seen in the hallway. Riki quickly sat up in his bed, eyes wide as he scrolled through pictures of her.

"Jung Y/n. She's even the main rapper?" he muttered to himself, cupping a hand to his face to hide the smile creeping onto his lips. He was already flustered by the similarities the two of them shared. With his heart racing in his chest, he couldn't help but stare at the beautiful pictures of her from Star Strides most recent album. He was so focused on her that nobody could get him to leave his dorm room for the rest of the night. Not even to eat the dinner that they had all waited to eat.

For the next few days, Riki would roam the hall he had last seen Jung Y/n in. He would patrol that one hallway from 8:30pm until 9 o'clock in hopes to see her again. While pacing the halls, he would plan what he would say to the girl the next time he saw her strolling down the same hallway. The other members were already mad at him for skipping dinner last night. Now they were even more frustrated when he had started coming home even later than he had promised. Riki had better plans than sitting and eating dinner at a reasonable time. His infatuation had become a concern when he had skipped dinner for the third day in a row. He just had to see Y/n again. There was no way he could calmly eat without seeing her again.

It had been around a week since he had seen y/n for the first time. He hadn't seen her again yet but Riki wasn't giving up hope. In the past week, he had come up with a whole script for what he would say to her. He had even planned out how to look cool so maybe she would think he was handsome. What a sly boy.

Then he saw the same beautiful girl round the corner. There she was. Walking in the same direction she had been walking the last time Riki saw her. She was stunning. Her hair was now in a high ponytail that swayed behind her as she strode down the hallway. Her pretty eyes were focused on the stack of papers in her arms. She was quickly getting closer to Riki. This was his chance to talk to her. She was only a mere 10 feet away from him. Then 5. Then 2. He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. He was completely frozen in place. He could only mutter a small "ah-". Y/n saw Riki and bowed, giving a quick hello before walking off just like the last time.

Fuck

He had screwed up his one chance to talk to her. Riki had waited a whole week for this moment and of course he had to choke up and let the chance slip through his fingers. Giving a heavy sigh, Riki slapped a palm to his forehead. Going after her would be weird and calling out to her would disrupt the staff room. He was at a dead end. His tongue poked the inside of his cheek as he shoved his hands into his pockets, walking back to the dorms in defeat.

About to round the corner to the staircase, he huffed in frustration before he felt a small tap on his shoulder. He turned to see a timid Y/n staring up at him through thick dark lashes. His mouth went dry and all the moisture had gone to his palms which were sweating profusely. He gulped almost comically and he worried that she had noticed his nervousness. It was really her, Jung Y/n, and she was right in front of him. She had purposefully stopped him to talk to him! Riki felt like he was dreaming. She cleared her throat before speaking, breaking Riki from his trance.

"Uh.. You're Nishimura Riki from Enhypen, right?" She asked formally. Her voice was small and shy. The complete opposite of what he had expected from the main rapper of Star Stride. She was also insanely cute and petite compared to his height. He expected a rapper to be more mature in looks. But this girl looked sweet and fragile. When he didn't answer, she tilted her head slightly, awaiting a response.

"O-oh yeah. Just call me Riki. You don't have to speak formally." he chuckled nervously, looking anywhere but at the girl in front of him. If he gave in and looked at her, he feared he might get lost staring at her features once again.

"I just wanted to tell you that it's an honor to be on a show with Enhypen next week." She explained, bowing deeply. Rikis eyes widened at how kind and pure-hearted she was. But before he could even respond, Y/n was off in the direction she had been going before.

Suddenly he was overjoyed to have Enhypen featured on a show with Star Stride.

(Riki talks about speaking formally because, even though this is written in english, they are speaking korean. In korea, you are expected to speak formally to everyone unless you are extremely close. Of course Y/n and Riki aren't close so Y/n uses formal speech. Riki tells her to speak casually but until stated otherwise, she will continue to speak formally with honorifics.)

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[angelatmidnight1]

Between a Rock and a Hard Place

A/N: I've had a stressful couple of weeks and wanted to write a quick story with ler!Astarion and lee!reader. This was inspired by one of the helping lines he has where he says "you look good helpless". @tickly-deer-boy here is a quick Astarion fic!

Summary- Tav is stuck, and Astarion comes to get them out of trouble. He had no idea that they were ticklish…and gods, is it entertaining. 

Paring- Astarion x Tav (platonic).

Word Count- 1.8k.

Warnings- None. But please note this is a tickle fic!

Tav grunted in frustration as they tried to wriggle free from the narrow space between the crates. Their movements only caused them to get more wedged in the spot. They were reaching forward, straining to reach Lae’zel’s outstretched hand, only to just be out of her reach. 

“K’chaki. I told you to go around.” Lae’zel grumbled in exasperation. She withdrew her hand. “We waste precious time while you struggle. At any moment, we could become ghaik.” 

“I know that,” Tav groaned and tried to launch themselves forward. They barely moved an inch, and now their waist was fully stuck between the crates. “It’s almost like you’ve been saying the same thing since we crashed! If you’d shut up and give me your hand, I’d be out of here already.”

“You cannot reach my hand,” Lae’zel pointed out as if it was as obvious as day. “And I have no time to wait and make up for your shortcomings. Had I known you would slow me down, I would have left you to your fate on the nautolid.” 

“And you would have no astral prism. You’d turn into a mindflayer before me,” Tav grunted and decided to change tactics, twisting their hips to try and dislodge themselves. It didn’t work. Lae’zel checked her pack, believing she’d been the one carrying it, only for Tav to give a mocking sneer. “Honestly, it’d be an improvement. You wouldn’t be talking so much if you had a mouth full of tentacles.”

Lae’zel scowled. She took a step forward, hand on the hilt of her sword. “You think it’s wise to provoke me in your position?”

Before you could challenge her, Astarion’s silky voice sounded from somewhere behind you. “Now now, darlings. Let’s not turn our blades on each other. We’ve so many enemies we could stab instead..”

Tav heard the sound of his shoes crunching over gravel as he approached them. The sound stopped when he froze, taking in the scene of the trapped leader in front of him. “Oh. Oh dear. Someone’s gotten themselves in a spot of trouble, hm?”

Tav didn’t have to see his face to know he was smirking. They bristled, and they would’ve turned to leer at them if they hadn’t been pinned at the waist. “Hilarious, Astarion. Truly. How about doing something useful and helping me?”

The vampire clicked his tongue. “My, so touchy. I’m almost tempted to leave you there. Who knows what a less friendly adventurer would do if they found you?”

“You wouldn’t,” Tav retorted. “You’d miss me too much. Who else would wake up day after day to tell you how handsome you are?” 

“Cheeky,” Astarion smirked. “Still, I’m not convinced to help you. If only there was a word you could say that would make me reconsider. Something like, oh, I don’t know…please?”

“To hells with that,” Tav palmed the sides of the crates and pushed at them. Besides the occasional, minuscule move, they remained right where they were. Their face contorted with exertion, and they heard Astarion snickering behind them. 

“That’s four words, and I'm not looking for any of them.” Astarion stepped closer and leaned against the crates. “But by all means, keep squirming. You look good helpless…”

The heat rose to their cheeks, or maybe that was from all of their struggling? Tav wasn’t sure. They gave up on pushing the crates and twisting their body to and fro. Then, exhaling through their nose, they grumbled, “Fine. Please help me, Astarion. There, happy?”

“Your groveling skills need work,” he snorted. “But it would be cruel for me to expect a grand performance in your state. So of course, my dear, I’ll help you.” Astarion moved behind them, hands outstretching to rest on their sides. His touch was surprisingly gentle, and he rotated them to determine the best angle to pull them from. The light touches sent shivers up their spine, though he didn’t seem to notice. If anything, Tav would’ve chalked it up to the cold. Astarion moved his hands higher, now resting just below their rib cage. His fingers slid along their skin, looking for gods know what, and they jolted.

“What are you doing?” Tav cried incredulously. Lucky for them, he couldn’t see the grin tugging at the corner of their lips.  Lae’zel had already stormed off, leaving the two of them alone. 

“Helping you. Obviously.” Astarion rolled his eyes and readjusted his hold, returning to their sides. This time, he was squeezing them in an attempt to get a better grip. “And I’d have an easier time if you would hold still.” 

Tav choked on a giggle. They did the opposite of what he said and fidgeted some more. Suddenly, the impossible feat of getting themselves out on their own didn’t sound all that impossible. “Forget it, Astarion. I’ll d-do it myself..”

“Nonsense. Stop squirming, and I’ll pull you out.” 

“No, but-” 

Astarion’s fingers ghosted over their stomach, and they squeaked. He froze, and Tav felt their heart do somersaults in their chest. 

“What is the matter with you?” Astarion took his hands away from their belly, fingers resting just above their hips. The confusion was as clear as day in his voice. “You’re acting as if I’m hurting you.”

Tav remained quiet. They feared that they’d end up giggling if they spoke. 

“Tav? Am I hurting you?”

“...No.” Tav hesitated, shaking their head. They wracked their mind for a plausible explanation. “It’s just, uh, your hands. They’re cold.”

“Cold enough to feel through your clothing?” Astarion raised a brow, tone flat. “Odd. You haven’t told me that before..”

Tav didn’t even believe the tale they’d spun. “W-Well, they’re just that c—ah!” Tav squealed when he lightly pinched their hip. “Don’t do that!”

They went to smack at his hand, but hit one of the crates instead. Although they couldn’t see it, Astarion’s eyes brightened with mischief. 

“Oh, now I understand…” Astarion grinned a predatory grin, rolling his knuckles against their hip. Tav squirmed, biting down on their lip to trap the impending giggles. “You’re ticklish, aren’t you?”

“Noho!” The word alone sent butterflies in their stomach. They brought one of their hands up to their mouth, their other hand uselessly hitting the top of the crates. “Damn it Astarion, just pull me ouhuhut!”

“I’m trying, Tav, but you’re not making this easy for me.” Astarion shuffled closer to them, now using his thumbs to deliberately knead into their hips. Tav gasped and giggled into their hand, feet stomping into the dirt. “It’s impossible to get a good grip with you kicking around like this..”

“You’re nohoht trying!” Tav argued, bucking their hips as Astarion kept kneading into them. The ticklish sensations surged through them like electric shocks, and it was harder to suppress their frantic giggling. “Gah! S-Shihihit! When I get out of hehehehre, you’re dehehehad!”

“I’m already dead,” Astarion snorted. “But do tell me, what is so funny? Surely I am not tickling you?”

Tav growled in between their giggles. They giggled harder when he changed tactics and squeezed their hips again, again, and again. Both hands flew to their mouth to muffle their squeals. 

“Darling,” Astarion purred, “I need an answer.” 

“Gohoho to hehehell!” The dam broke, and Tav giggled freely. They twisted and bucked as much as their trapped position allowed, clawing at the crates. “Stohohohp it!”

“Stop what?” Astarion feigned confusion, nails skittering along their waistline. “I’m only trying to help, just as you asked! You’re stuck in here good, I’m afraid.”

“Nohoho! I’ll f-freehehee myself!” Tav sputtered as he dragged his nails up their belly. They shouted and shook their head back and forth, laughing loudly. “Let gOHOHOhahaha!”

“I can’t do that, dear. That would make me a terrible friend,” Astarion tutted. He stopped scritching at their belly, teasing their sides with featherlight strokes. “And, while I’m on the topic, do you know what else sours a friendship?”

Tav’s laughter died down to short, breathless giggles. Their cheeks were well beyond flushed, and they fidgeted in anticipation. “I—hah—don’t know... what?”

“Lying,” Astarion grinned and gently pinched just beneath their rib cage. Tav squealed and bucked. “For instance, pretending not to be delightfully ticklish when you very clearly are.”

Tav’s eyes widened, panic flashing across their face. “I’m—I'm nohot—”

“Ah-ah, there it is again.” Astarion double downed on his efforts, kneading one of his thumbs into the side of their belly. Tav shrieked and kicked their legs uselessly, falling back into another laughing fit. “You are an insolent little pup, aren’t you? Lying is one thing, but lying to a friend? Lying to me?” 

As if they weren’t already stuck enough, Astarion wrapped his free arm around their waist, making it much harder to squirm or kick. He continued tickling their stomach, alternating between gently scratching along their skin with his nails and kneading with his thumb. He moved at a leisurely pace, as if he had all the time in the world. And, truth be told, he did. Tav’s laughter took on a more desperate note, and they threw their head back. 

“NAHAHA! Alright! Okay! I’m sohohohorry!” Tav shouted and pounded their fist against the damned crates. They doubled over, or at least made an effort to, and squealed with laughter. “I’m sohohohohrry!”

“So you are,” he hummed. “And yet, I’m not fully convinced. You’ve already lied to me once. Who’s to say you aren’t doing it again?” He dropped to his knees, lazily raking his nails down the backs of their thighs. Tav shrieked and kicked around even more. 

“I’m nOHOHOHohohot! I’m not!!” Tav grit their teeth and giggled madly. They tried to lift their legs out of his reach, but he chased after them with minimal effort. “PLehehehehease! I’m nohoht lying!”

Astarion laughed. “You learn fast. It’s still a no, though. I’m just gutted that you would lie to me.” He pretended to sound sad while he spidered his nails along the backs of their knees. Tav howled, curling in on themselves as much as possible. “After all of the time we spent together! After I offered to help you..” 

Tav cackled when one of Astarion’s hands snuck back up to prod at their belly. He swirled his pointer finger in random patterns, scritching just shy of their hip bones, around their navel, and ending at their lowermost ribs. He did the same thing in reverse, eventually settling back on the ground to squeeze and tickle their knees and thighs. His fearless leader was a puddle of squeals and giggles, and that’s one crime he was happy to be guilty of. 

“I CAHAHAHN’T!” Tav went back to pounding their fists against the crates, eyes shining with tears. “Astarion, plehehehehehease!”

After what felt like forever, Astarion stopped tickling them. He gripped their hips and, with one firm pull, dislodged them from their trap. They fell back into him, and he held them up, still by their hips. “There you are, you’re free!” he snickered. “You’re welcome.”

Tav exhaled, shutting their eyes. They were coming down from the ticklish sensations, chest rising and falling from each breath they took. They were still smiling a bit, so what they said next had very little bite. “Bastard.”

“Careful,” Astarion tapped his fingers against their hips, and Tav lurched forward. “We wouldn’t want this little secret to slip to any of our friends, hm?” 

[sevslut]

Drenched and Denied (Rumor Mill pt. 2)

Paring: Soccer Coach!Sevika. x Soccer Mom!reader cw: pure fluff + angst, sfw, modern!au, flirty, brief suggestion, playful banter, pining, slight makeout sesh, some nudity, r!gender neutral, you have kids (tw), also Sevika has loving family, fade to black, Sev wants dat cookie (das her juice), so cliche but gay i love it (im sorry) wc: 4.4k Synopsis: A sorta-kinda date with Sevika, the previous buffers of children and nosey parents were absent. Just you and her. This wouldn't help the rumor mill, did you care though? a/n: sorry this took literally ages. my writers block has been fucking me in the ass. 1 more part after this and the series will be complete! I wanted to get this out during pride month. also happy pride, little gay ppl in my phone! ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

pt. 1

You wiped your eyeliner for the 5th time, your eyes were working against you today. You decided to forgo your eye definition, and focused on your hair. You checked your watch, she would be here in 30 minutes and you’d spent the last hour trying to get your kids ready when they go to your ex-wife's for the weekend.

Dragging your hands through your fallen curls, your twist out didn't come out right. The rage that boiled in you made you debate cancelling. You groaned and just sprayed your hair with your spray bottle. You exited the bathroom heading for your bedroom. Not before you spot your eldest outside your bedroom. He was leaning his head against the door when he saw you approaching, he turned to face you not lifting his head. 

“Do I have to go to Grayson’s? Why can’t I stay here, I can watch myself.” he pleaded. 

You approached him and gently stroked his curls. 

“Mama wants to see you, she took the long weekend off to spend time with you guys.”

His face drops. 

“Go tonight and if you still wanna come back tomorrow morning, call me.” you eyed him at your suggestion. “Okay?” 

He nods slowly. “Let me see your phone.” 

You shook your head, and grabbed it from your robe pocket, slowly handing him the phone. 

He grabs your phone and turns the ringer to the highest setting, he hands you the phone back. “Now you’ll hear if I call.” He gave you a no lip smile and walked toward his room. 

“Have fun on your date.” he yells and runs. Before you can do anything he’s in his room with the door closed. 

You take a deep breath. “Not a date, just 2 friends,” you told yourself in a whisper. You bit your lip and went to your bedroom. You put on the lavender halter romper you chose for the occasion. You looked at yourself in the full body mirror. The water finally dried and your curls came back somewhat decent and big, you toyed with the style. A couple of picks to your curls later, you’d finally got the big curly effect you’d wanted. After accessorizing and debating shoes, settling on pointed-toed mules, you were finally ready. You grabbed your satchel and went to gather the gang for Grayson.

…

You and Sevika shared a charcuterie plate at a standing table, you were surrounded by others, you may have chosen a busy day to visit the vineyard. Sevika nibbled on a baby pickle, her eyes exploring the barn the vineyard chose to have their eating area in. There were several tables around you and there were barrels decorating the room with a large hall leading to where the wine was stored. 

“I can’t believe your sister would get you tickets to this place, this doesn’t seem like your scene.” 

Sevika shrugged, her short cropped hair fell in her eyes. 

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” she swirls the wine in her glass.

You lean in closer to her. Bumping casually into her. “Don’t tell me you’re a wine snob.” you whisper the last word. 

She chuckles softly. “Nah, just trying new things to get out of my comfort zone.” She  grumbles as she adjusts her collar. She’s wearing a black dress shirt buttoned to the top and gray slacks, the shirt has awkward lines, partially ironed. Almost like she just picked it up before the date…

“What would you prefer over wine?” 

“Whiskey, this is too sweet for me,” 

You raised your brows at her words. 

You didn’t enjoy dry wines, but this was too sweet for her?

“Where? I wish there was any bit of sweetness in this.” 

You grab her glass and smell it, there ain’t no way y’all were drinking the same wine.

You cautiously take a sip, the wines were like night and day. How did she get the dessert wine? 

You place your glass in front of her.  

“I think they mixed up our drinks.” you huffed. 

Sevika followed your lead and smelled the wine before taking a swig. She sighed. 

“Not bad.” 

You sip on yours with your eyes closed, savoring the sweetness after the bitter battle.  

“Should I give you a room, I don’t wanna interrupt.” 

Your eyes remained closed, “Could you? 3rd wheel.” you muttered. 

The wine gave you a dull buzz inside, you’d need 2 more glasses of this sugar water and you’d be gone.

“When you're done with your wine-gasm, I’ll be in the museum.” 

You assumed Sevika would be headed inside but when you opened your eyes, her gaze was on you. 

“Ready?” 

You nodded and followed her out of the barnyard down the hall to the makeshift museum. 

There were several easels with paintings in a circle. You both drank your wine and eyed the art on display. After the 4th painting you both agreed to do the flight. After the bad art and stale wine, it was finally time for dinner. 

The sun was setting and your tables were outside, a view of the vineyard with a burning backdrop. As you peruse the menu, Sevika coughed under her breath, her gaze falling on the rows and rows of grapes.

“What did you think of the art?” Sevika asked.

You looked up, she didn’t meet your eyes, she scanned her menu. The wine had you feeling bold.

“Swear to the goddess, my children have made better art.” You joke.

Sevika chuckles. 

“Without a doubt. $10 the artist was someone related to the family. That’s the only way shit that plain and basic would be considered art. I swear, they took a grape dipped in paint and dropped it a couple times, and called it a day.” Sevika said.

You giggled and tried to keep it down when the waiter approached. 

The waiter takes your drinks orders, a sweet wine for you, and Sevika gets the driest wine they offer. After they drop off the drinks, you both still need time to view the menu. Sevika waits until the waiter leaves before speaking. 

“Don’t worry I understand, you are a sore loser.” Sevika states with a dry look, down at her menu.

“You and these bets, I only bet when I’m with you.”

Sevika held a smirk at your chastising.  

“Hold on, do you know what you’re getting?” you said.

“I’m doing the steak, it’ll pair well with my Zinfandel.” 

You nod at her like you understand. “I love that for you, do you wanna split ceviche as an app?”

Sevika shakes her head. “Why would I need an appetizer if I’m getting an entree?” 

You deflate at her words, “No, we need to get all 3, apps, main and dessert.” 

“The wine isn’t sweet enough?” 

You shake your head. “It is, but they have tiramisu. You can’t not order tiramisu.” 

“We can just get an entree and get ice cream or something after, I know a gelato place in this area.” 

The suggestion rolls around in your head. 

“Deal.” 

The waiter returns and you order your ceviche and pesto gnocchi, Sevika says her order and they’re off. 

Sevika takes a few deep breaths and looks into the distance.

The orange glow from the sun was dancing on her complexion. The burnt sienna hue melted with her skin capturing her profile and you just see Sevika, stripped and raw. You loved looking at her, it felt effortless.

The wine had you in your feelings, she was beautiful and you can’t have her.

“So what were your thoughts on the ‘art’ we saw?” Sevika said.

“Oh it was…weird and not in the ‘good and deep’ sort of way– just lazy and uninspired.” you stated.

Sevika sighed in relief. “Right, we just call anything art now?”

“Okay but actually. It was giving unfinished.” 

“We can finally agree on something,” she mutters. 

You scoff. “What are you talking about?” 

Sevika rolled her eyes. “Name one thing we don’t argue about.” she counters. 

You lean back in your seat and cross your arms, thinking. The amount you and Sevika talked, you’d have to agree on at least something.

“And it can’t be opinions.” 

“I don’t know, Sev, I don’t think that's right, but to each their own I guess.” 

Sevika pulled out her phone after it buzzed.

“How was your dad’s birthday?” you asked.

Sevika leered up at you. 

“I saw it on your sister’s IG story, calm down. I’m not stalking you, I’d actually need time to do that.” you mumbled. 

“I forgot your friends.” she mutters. 

You lean forward on your elbows. “She’s the one who recommended you for soccer.” you pulled out your own phone. 

“Oh. It was nice, he won't shut up about grandkids though,” Sevika groaned. 

“Your sister literally has 2.” 

“My thoughts exactly, but the old man is greedy, I guess.” 

“Do you want kids?” 

Sevika looks up from her phone. She must really be thinking about it. 

“Maybe? I don’t know. Working with kids is already a lot, I can’t imagine going home to them.” She shutters. 

You lean back, and try not to get offended at her words. 

“Well, we manage just fine.” you huff and get back on your phone. 

“Oh– I didn’t mean-”

Sevika puts her phone away as the server returns with your meals, including the starter. It’s been a busy night you didn’t even notice. 

The aroma of the steak smells divine, you regret not getting the steak too. 

You take a bite of your ceviche and you forget the last time you’ve had it. This is the first time in a while that you’ve gotten to eat without your kids. You lean back and absorb the moment. 

“I used to want a bunch of kids when I was younger, but my attitude has changed. And working with kids also opened my eyes to how much work they are. I don’t wanna bring someone into this world without being able to guarantee I’ll give them 100% of myself.” Sevika shrugs and continues cutting up her steak. 

“I see that, I don’t regret my kids, but my wife and I didn’t know what we were getting ourselves into. Kids change you, you have way less time for yourself and you never get to be alone, ever. But they have the best parts of me and Grayson.”

Sevika nods.

“Ex-wife. My ex-wife.” you say too fast, stuffing your mouth with ceviche to prevent saying anything else.  

Why did you feel the need to clarify? You pick up on the game Sevika was playing. A dangerous game. It's getting harder and harder to remember she’s off limits. 

“Shame- I have a thing for married women.” Sevika has a smug expression as she grabs her wine glass and takes a sip.

You narrow your eyes at her. She didn’t make this easy.

“You seem like the type.” you huff.

She chokes on her wine. You scooch your chair closer to hers, giggling as the napkin in your hand made contact with her face. Cleaning up wine dripping down her chin. Carnal desire dared you to lick the spilled wine clean off her chin. Self control won this time. 

Sevika watches you intensely as you gently clean her.

She smells less earthy than normal, her every-day scent was piney with a subtle sweetness. Today her aura was something similar to Amberwood with notes of sage. You wondered if she got a new cologne.   

“You saying I’d have had a better chance pre-divorce?” Sevika countered.

It's your turn to be silent now. 

A grin is splayed on her lips. She rubs the back of her neck, your gaze is drawn to her carved forearms. 

You groaned. You weren’t married, neither was she, why was she off limits again? 

You have to remind yourself to bring your eyes back to her face and away from her arms. 

A sigh of annoyance left you. “I guess we’ll never know.” 

Sevika enjoys her steak as you overthink alone. 

You become aware of how close you are to her. You attempt to scooch back but Sevika stops your chair. She grabs the top of one of the legs and scoots you closer to her. 

“Don’t go. I-I mean. Now it’ll be easier to share the appetizer.” She squeaks. 

Your stomach brews at her scent and the anxiety you feel radiating from her. You notice her lightly patting the palms of her hands on her pants. 

This wasn’t the Sevika you saw normally, stoic and unnerving. You took bites of your pesto.  

“Right, just the apps. Not like you wanna be near me or anything crazy like that.” You rest your left elbow on the table and rest your face in your hand. Sevika nursed her steak and potatoes, her finger toyed with the rim of her glass.

“And I won’t act like this is a date or that I may have freaked out before we got here.” Sevika murmurs.

Your right hand brushes the indented fabric of her dress shirt. Sevika’s breathing hitches at your caress. 

“A steamer would get rid of these creases. Off the rack?” 

She shakes her head. “No, it was on a shelf, folded.” 

A chuckle escapes you. “We could’ve gotten ready together. You have style, Vika, and I like it, you don’t have to be something else for me..” 

You fidget with her top, feeling the edges, the rough fabric between your fingers. The quality was deplorable.

You lean in and smell her collar. You loved how the scent of new clothes danced into your nose.

Sevika just lets you mess with her. You feel her hand rub your exposed mid thigh.

You shouldn’t be this close to her. You shouldn’t be flirting back. You should be distancing yourself from her not going on dates. What if one of the other parents saw? This would be gasoline to the rumors. 

“I also just picked up these pants too, if you need to inspect them.” 

You giggle at her sly comment. 

A cough pops the bubble, you and Sevika were nestled in. 

You both look up at the waiter with the check.     

…

It was dark by the time you both left the restaurant, the sky broke open. The rain came down in sheets.

You both stand under the tent outside. 

“Wait here, I’ll bring the car round.” Sevika hollered over the downpour. 

You shook your head. “The car isn’t that far, let's just run.” 

Sevika debated your words in her head, softly bobbing her head side to side, upside down smile on her lips. 

“Bet I can beat you to the car.” Sevika muses. 

You look at her and bolt. She was allergic to playing fair. You run as fast as you can in your mules, you hold your bag over your head as a makeshift umbrella. Your feet sliding on the asphalt, each step uncertain as water rushes in your soles. Sevika led ahead of you. Your gaze was on her as she hurried inside the car. You followed behind her, you took off your shoes after you got inside. The rain hung in your romper in every crevice. You looked over at Sevika, her strands clung to her face. You laughed at how drenched you both looked. Sevika pushed her hair away from her face. “I won, obviously.” 

The icy air gave you goosebumps preventing you from quipping at her. 

She pressed a few buttons on her console and your ass began heating up. She turned on the radio at a low volume, and adjusted her seat back. She leaned back and sighed. 

“Hate driving in the rain, you cool if we wait it out?” 

Hugging yourself you nodded and followed her lead, you laid the seat almost flat. 

“You cold?” 

Shaking your head, Sevika rolled her eyes at your words. You saw her reach for something in the back seat and toss it into your lap. 

The fabric felt soft, it was a light red blanket. Without another word, you wrapped yourself in the knit fabric. 

The soft clattering of teeth came from Sevika’s side. You climbed into the back seat. 

“Come on now,” you said. 

Her expression stayed neutral. She followed your lead, unfortunately she couldn’t jump through the seats due to her size. She just opened the door and quickly hopped in beside you. You wrapped the blanket over you. 

“It’ll be easier, if you come closer.” 

She scoots closer until your thighs brush up against each other. 

The blanket was over your shoulders, she huddled beside you. She worked the blanket over herself, giving you an excuse to cuddle up closer to her. You swung your legs over hers, letting you cuddle into her. You looked up and her face was inches from yours. Her eyes were drawn to your lips, they deceived her trying to hold eye contact. 

The smell of the rain mixed with her amber and notes of pine provided comfort you couldn't explain. On the field you rarely got the opportunity to smell her up close, the scent of the park and others took over. 

Being close wasn’t foreign to the two of you, Not intentionally. The jokes and goofing off were different, those actions were not this intense.

Slowly, your head found refuge on her shoulder, her warmth radiating through you, doing more work than the blanket. You could feel her stiffen up.

“Your body is hot, like literally,” 

Sevika gave you a half-hearted chuckle. “I’ve always ran hot,” 

“Lucky for you, I’m always cold.”  

Your hand played with the hem of her soaked shirt. 

“Do you wanna take this off?” 

Sevika didn’t say anything, just nodded. 

The positioning made it impossible for you to go anywhere but her lap. So you climbed her lap. This wasn’t for you, you didn’t want her to catch a cold. One by one you freed each button on the stiff polyester nightmare of a shirt. When you finally made it to the last button, you saw her in a black sports bra over her glistening and toned stomach.  Sevika flinched at your touch. 

“Shit-fuck!” 

Sevika grabbed your hands in hers, putting your palms on her abs. She winced at the contact. A snicker escaping your lips at her misery.

“What are you doing?” Sevika scrunched her face as your hands rested on her. 

“I’m trying to warm you up.” 

“Aw, you sure this wasn’t an excuse to show off your muscles?” 

Sevika served you a confused look. “You do realize you're the one who undressed me. I should be the one interrogating you.” 

Your hands are still on her stomach and you're sitting on her lap.

“I wish I could take my romper off, but I doubt I should get naked in your car–,” 

“Unless there was a purpose.” Sevika cut you off. 

“Exactly. And we can’t do anything like that.” 

“Right,” Sevika nodded. “Why can't we do that again?” 

“We’re friends and you coach my children’s team. It wouldn’t be good for anyone, and you have a relationship with Grayson,” 

“I have more of a relationship with you, she barely comes to any of the games,” 

“And what about the other parents? I’m sure you’ve heard the stuff they’ve said–,” 

“Bullshit, are you living for them or yourself?” 

Your gaze falls to your hands. They were warm now, there wasn’t a desire to cut contact. You yearned to lay on her chest and rest until the storm gave out. All logic telling you otherwise was mute. You'd denied yourself of Sevika for so long, indulging this felt enthralling.

Her gaze hadn’t let up, her piercing eyes clung to your every move. 

As you leaned closer, Sevika sensed your hesitance. You leaned in close but not all the way.

“I don’t know if I’m ready for this.” you whispered. 

Sevika made a face. “What’d you say again?” 

“$10, you won't kiss me.” 

Her eyes finally meet yours.  

“You didn’t just say that.” she states. 

You hold her gaze, gauging her next move. You both hold a silent staring contest.

You leaned in slowly, and grabbed her face. Waiting a minute to ensure she wanted this too. She leaned into your palm, she felt delicate and warm in your hands. 

When your lips met the flavor from the steak danced on your tongue, the tension that built up erupted in the tight space. All the glances, the inside jokes and late nights. The voice in the back of your head that craved Sevika had won. Her hands find purchase on your hips. It felt so natural like she’d done this before. Her lips left yours to trail a line of kisses from the bottom of your chin to your ear lobe, she felt around until you started to moan. She’d found your sweet spot and the pleasure had you reeling. 

The rest of the evening was spent exploring each other’s bodies in Sevika’s backseat. 

You don’t know when you both fell asleep, but the next morning you woke up in her arms with the sunlight in your eyes. The even prior was a blur and the wine glasses from yesterday were squeezing your skull. You remembered why you didn’t drink often; the hangover superseded any fun that could’ve been had the prior night. Well almost, last night was worth it. Sitting up you stretched your shoulders, a pain jolted your neck. So, that answers how you slept last night, you were definitely gonna pay for that later today. Sevika murmured in her sleep, you didn’t realize how someone with few words talks so much in their sleep. 

“Why are you staring?” Her rough morning voice drew your attention. She looked at you in her sports bra and boxers, you were wearing her button up from the previous night. 

Her morning hair was all in her face. A glowering look hung from her face. You leaned down to her and nuzzled her face, sprinkling kisses. 

“Because you are too cute.” 

She let you kiss all over her face, an alarm went off on her phone. Sevika felt around for it, and checked the time. Her eyes bulged from her head. 

“Fuck, is this the time?” 

Glancing at your watch, you nod. 

“Why? Is there an upset wifey at home?” 

You could feel the anxiety as she looked around for her shirt, she grabbed her pants and started putting them on while sitting down. 

“Brunch with my folks and Samira.” You slowly started unbuttoning her shirt to pass it over. 

“Hold on, I think I have a sweater I can put on.” Sevika crouches over the seat to rummage in her trunk. 

You took the shirt off and slipped on your romper while she kept rifling. 

“Here.” 

Sevika turned around, her mouth was open. 

You turned to show her the back of your outfit. “Can you zip me up?” 

You didn’t hear Sevika say or do anything for a few seconds. After a beat you felt the zipper go up. You turned to face her. 

“Can I?” She hesitated, then nodded. You buttoned up her shirt, picking off random lint. 

“I should help, considering it's my fault you’re almost naked.” 

The corner of her lips curve up. 

“Can you drop me off beforehand? If not, I can just call an uber.” 

She opened the door and got in the driver's seat. She turned the car on, and turned back in your direction. She gestured. 

You crawled into the passenger seat. The shoes from last night were fully dry now. 

“You're not gonna come to Brunch?” a sullen expression washed over her.

“Are you kidding? My teeth aren't brushed, I know my hair looks crazy,” 

At the mention you open the visor and check yourself in the mirror. You have eye crust, hair was going every which way, in short you looked worse.

“Why didn’t you tell me how bad I look?” 

“We can stop by your place and then go, how does that sound?” 

You sighed. “Ok, then yeah, maybe.” 

“C’mere.” 

You looked away from the visor toward Sevika. “Hmm?”

You leaned in closer, and she dropped a passionate slow kiss on your lips. 

“Nothing sexier than eye boogers.” 

You playfully shoved her for the remark, “Shut up,” you mused. 

Her attention returned to the parking lot. She exited the lot and made her way toward your house. The smooth ride was in contrast to the prickly feeling in your stomach. You couldn’t stop thinking about last night, getting flashbacks to it. 

What did this mean for your relationship? This had to be a secret as long as the rumor mill was concerned. The car stopped at the red light, Sevika palmed your thigh. She rubbed exposed skin. Fingers creeping toward your center, then returning to mid thigh just under the hem of your romper. Her gaze was fixed on your thighs, the way her eyes explored your body set you aflame. She had to cut the moment, after several honks broke the moment. 

…

You brushed your teeth, put your hair in a pineapple and styled it. Your face was done, and you waited for Sevika to get out of the shower. 

You sat on the floor in front of your body mirror fiddling with your curls. Sevika approached you slowly but your eyes already caught her figure. She had a towel wrapped around her hips, her itty-bitty titties on display, and drying her hair with a t-shirt you’d given her. 

“See something you like?” she mused. 

You nodded slowly biting your lower lip, zero shame in the way you ogled her statuesque figure. 

“Don’t even think about it, we’re already late.”

A wave of arousal washed over you at her words.

“Stop tempting me!" you fake yell. 

She walked over to the bed with her clothes from yesterday. You opted for a black mini dress with a boat neckline, and sandals, matching Sevika.  

On the car ride over to the restaurant, you got the courage to ask Sevika. 

“Just so we’re on the same page, what should we say, if your parents ask why we’re together?” 

Sevika kept her gaze on the road, but you noticed the late reply. 

“They won’t.” 

“But what if Samira asks?” 

“She won’t.”

A deep groan escaped you. Your frustration couldn’t be contained. You stopped beating around the bush. 

“I wanna know what we are now? Are we still friends? Or are we friends who hook up on occasion?" 

She pulled into the parking lot. “What do you want?” She cut the engine and turned to you. Her full attention on you. 

“I’m not ready for another relationship, but I would be open to something casual.” 

Sevika nods thoughtfully.

“I can do casual.”  she says.

You smile at her. This was gonna be fun.

a/n: The next & last part will be Sev's POV. ❤️ likes and reblogs appreciated as always❤️

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──── the schedule of a slytherin girl beginning her fifth year at hogwarts . . . a big mess . . .

before!! its in my dr. im not here to dictate your dr. im not here saying ‘it’s like this in hogwarts not any other way!!’. no. its just a girl rambling about the life she have in a school she knows. Hope you like it and enjoy. only love i swear!!

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𑁍 the messiness of descicions

in third year you had classes of discovery to know which added studies you wanted or liked more. It was so fun but so messy. some classes were in the same hour so you needed to decide which one you gave up this time. some times you didn’t even go to any. you had pick two for the next years at hogwarts out of: divination, muggle studies, arithmancy (traumatizing. no im joking but like also not. never again 😘), study of ancient ruins (lina hudson didn’t attend one class so dont ask me what is it about) and care of magical creatures. you had that. and in fourth year certain of the common studies got optional. ‘potions’ and ‘herbology’. the ‘’obligatory’’ classes or the common ranch, so for all students, are supposed to be: charms, transfiguration, potion, herbology, Defends Against the Dark Arts, history of magic, astronomy (love love love it. I hate going to that class cause im out of breath every time. but the class is so interesting).

𑁍 the infinite lovely and criminal choices

and aside of course there are so many options you can toss in to your own little schedule. like choir or whatever the names of other things. there’s plenty. some that you probably wont ever know existed. school is from 9Am to 3pm except if you have astronomy class that are after dinner (around 11pm). so you have a lot of hours to fill with what you want. you will find something you love without a doubt. The options are: Advanced Arithmancy Studies (so not for me. Diabolical. every teacher. Run) , Alchemy, Flying class is obligatory but you dont take them after second year, its just quidditch then and its an option and fun fact i hate flying. every minutes. even though i love trying quidditch with blaise and pansy. i will stay on a proper level to the ground. Ancient Studies, Apparition, Arithmancy, Art, Ballet, Care of Magical Creatures, Cooking lessons, Ghoul Studies, Magical Theory (its an old class. that is usually took if you want to go on an healer path/domaine. that’s what my dad took. you actually by that class created your own spells. Its basically a very advanced charms / history of spells. i do not know why but its so bad view to create your own spells in the ‘london’ wizard world. i genuinely dont know and don’t understand why. an unknown reason. but its considered as ‘dark magic’. that’s why my dad needed to go back to america for his studies. he spent half his life create and search for wonderful healing spells. some against and healed dark magic spells. it was hard to be a doctor in london too cause of that i believe. but thats for another time), Muggle Studies, Music and/or Choir, and finally Study of Ancient Runes. few…

𓐐𓎩 lina hudson’s schedule & its journey

…and its when l got introduced to ballet and cause of a bet to cooking classes. those are quite empty.. ballet classes wasn’t at all once upon a time but now remain slightly empty. i genuinely forgot i have it sometimes even if it takes part of my life. not the classes but just ballet. Im wearing demi pointe as slippers and as everyday shoes. and the cooking classes isn’t specifically for student. AT ALL. you’ll find any people but students for sure. and probably also new faces each time. the teacher is….well. I was about to say strict but he’s just french. I think me and pansy are the only ones who survived his class. but also not. cause we almost die each classes. I cant tell between potions and cooking lessons which is the most challenging to survive for us. cause why does our cake or potions always explose on someone’s face. that teacher hate us. but also im sure loves us. he got attached to a little bit of chaos.

back to our sheep. the common studies need to be more studied than the others. for the most they are between 4 to 5 hours per week. this rule is never respected. each year you’ll have one that you only have an hour or two. and so the options (the obligatory decision) are going to be more limited. and the second or added options are going to be only once a week. due to those classes i had to take off one of my principle classes so i could take two options . It doesn’t make sense but whatever. so. lina hudson took off transfiguration and took herbology (that became an option) and divination. of course she was gonna keep potions (its too much fun) that decision provoque disaster and nightmares for snape. but so much laugher and good memories. so the class i had in fourth year and for my fifth year are and will be:

Subject #1: Potion Subject #2: Defence Against the Dark Arts Subject #3: Herbology Subject #4: Charms Subject #5: Astronomy Subject #6: History of Magic Subject #7: Divination Subject #8: Ballet Subject #9: Cooking lessons

so of course every year your sceduele change. knowing as i said that school is from 9Am to 3pm. you dont do your classes every day. im sorry but having only 5 hours of school is so amazing. i feel myself breathing again. even as my dr self. I dont care. (those 8 to 9 hours are draining my soul. help). you receive your schedule during the end of summer. also you dont have an assign class. you have the year of your house separate in two group that never change for the common studies and you’re mixed with an other group of an other house. and then you follow your sceduele and your own classes.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ~the sceduele for the fifth year~ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

Monday

9am - cooking lessons 10am - DADA 11am - Potions dong dong (sorry.. it’s the gong that announces the..lunch- okay…) 12am - LUNCH 1: 30pm - 3pm history of magic (1 hour 30)

10pm - Astronomy

Tuesday

9am - ballet class 10am - herbology 11am - charms dong dong (the gong…) 12am - LUNCH 1pm - divination 2pm - potions

Wendsday

9am - DADA 10am - Potion 11am - history of magic dong dong 12am - LUNCH 1pm - ballet class or free session (on the mood) 2pm - charms

Thursday

9am - Potions 10am - history of magic 11am - herbology dong dong 12am - LUNCH 1pm - DADA 2pm - charms

10pm - Astronomy

Friday

9am - history of magic 10am - DADA 11am - charms dong dong 12am - LUNCH 1pm - Potions 2pm - FREEE

of couse 10pm its movie time for me in hogsmead!!

everyone go to the courtyard. it is always full. cause everyone go there either afternoon or free sessions. exept right after breakfast. its empty. cause most are in class. or in the library. i love library in the morning. my brain is fully present somehow. and im not a morning person. its not that im in a bad mood. Its just im… half awake, wondering what is going on for a moment. hermione once force me to study. and it worked. too well. Now what i do on my free session. quickly. hogsmead, quidditch start in early winter so we (pansy and i) either assiste and try for fun quidditch during practices cause blaise is in the slytherin team. by the way i dont like all slytherins. actually probably none. not counting pansy, blaise…and maybe another that lina hudson will never admit tolerating..a little. most they’re just rude and just full of ego and just are so stiff.

its 3am… i saw my script. i said why not. truly hope it sounds okay. cause i really can’t read back.. so it’s messy and there. k goodbye

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ִֶָ࣪☾. SYNOPSIS: ₊˚⊹ ♡ : With the third magical academic year starting, you and Jungwon plan to have a normal school year and complete many goals. Except, you have to earn Enchantix with your frequent burn-outs, and Jungwon wants to become a full-fledged warrior and push past his anxiety. With their own goals in mind, they feel like 2 idiots that keep meeting by chance. However, when mysterious events threaten the magical kingdoms and schools, the specialists and fairies have to figure out the culprit and save the magical universe. But fate has other plans for their adventures and for your ‘coincidental’ meeting with Jungwon.

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YOU HAD NEVER SEEN YOUR MOTHER SMILE SO JOVIALLY WHEN SUNGHOON STROLLED UP TO YOU.

He had just finished talking to Prince Beomgyu and then, when you had decided to pin your gaze on him, he was already closing the distance between you and him, his black, polished shoes tapping softly against the polished floor.

It was like seeing another person take her place, stretching her lips in a way that you weren't used to. It was unnerving and sent your carefully constructed composure on a tightrope.

"Would you mind if I took Yn with me?" He asked politely when he stood before you, Jungkook, and your maternal figure.

You almost cringed because your mother? No, she was the type to weave up a lie to keep you away from petty things, such as boys—

"Of course! How can I reject a request by the Prince of Eraklyon?" Your mother chuckled with a dismissive wave of the hand.

Your jaw almost dropped if it wasn't for the both of them glancing back at you, their gazes glittering with expectation. Your mother specifically nudged her head in his direction, and you knew you had to force all the pieces of your voice to interpose on your speechlessness.

"Um, but I need to study—"

"Oh, hush! Half an hour won't deter you from your work." She narrowed her gaze, that expectation now solidly hardening in her eyes, crushing your personal choice.

Jungkook gave you a look, one of discreet bewilderment and pointed questions that burned on the side of your head. You had no time to indulge in his enquiries, though.

"Um. Okay," you said quietly, getting up from your seat and swinging your bag on your shoulder. She smiled again when you met her gaze, but no doubt that she was also sending a message to you. You didn't know what to be honest, but it lingered in her gaze like a shadow that would cling to your spine.

Sunghoon waited, a small smile on his lips, hair down and loose amongst his forehead. He looked amazing, as one does. Gorgeous.

Snapping out of your rushing thoughts, you waved bye to Minji, Dani, and Hyein, who were all wearing the exact replica of shock and joyful bewilderment. From their faces, you knew they would want you to spill all of the words and looks exchanged, even though you think it is not that deep. Ever.

"Shall we go?" He asked, gesturing to the tall, crimson door. You nodded, fully aware that many people in the room observed Sunghoon waiting for you. To quickly avoid all of that, you slipped away in a hurry.

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The berry tea Sunghoon ordered for you sat idly in front of you in a white teacup with pink flowers embedded at the edges. The café was one nearby to the Royal Hall, the walls a comforting beige with hanging lanterns radiating a warm light. In other words, it mirrored the exact thing that money could easily buy.

Sunghoon took an experimental sip and then hummed in satisfaction, setting down the cup with a clink. You shifted in your seat, aware that all of this was too intimate, too friendly for acquaintances.

If you really wanted to overload your brain with stupid assumptions, you would think this was a date.

The idea somehow invaded your body and abruptly seized all your brain cells. No, it's not a date. It can't be.

Yeah, he gave you a gift, but you and him just intercrossed paths through Jungwon. He would probably not notice your presence if that route was never taken.

Forcing the thought away, you decided to land your mind in the ground of reality.

"So, the fundraising is approaching quite fast. Do you have anything planned?" He asked, his brown eyes meeting yours with a rising interest.

Oh. That. It nearly slipped your mind entirely. "Some of the other nature girls and I are doing a nature show. Pretty basic, to be honest."

"Hey, nothing you do is basic. Even the flower show," he easily said with a knowing smile, but not aware that he just sent you an indirect flirty reply.

He must be clearly oblivious to how his words could make a person's heart flutter, or he knows, and is staking out for a reaction. You cleared your throat, a timid smile on your lips.

"Thanks, but my sequence is barely there. I'm at the end of it all. You know what — you will just have to wait and see," you said in a resigned tone, to which he chuckled lightly.

"I will be looking forward to it." He drank his tea again, giving you a slot of time for you to rearrange and organise the mess of your thoughts into a haphazard pile.

"I'm kind of nervous about it. But, I know my mother would want me to participate," you started to explain, taking the warm cup into your hands, dread bubbling in your chest again. He seemed to notice and placed the cup down.

"Hey, just remember you're not doing it alone," he reminded, tilting his head at you. "And, I know you can do it. You seem like the hardworking type."

You would appreciate it if your burn-outs weren't a frequent hurdle that you failed to jump over. As a matter of fact, your magic was so dry that it felt like pulling at sand whenever you tried to connect to it. Even now. It felt dormant and buried deep under the dirt of your lethargy.

Soft grey and blue flowers of disappointment sprouted a little by the sides of your ears, and Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, but he kept his questions to himself since your frown was beginning to fade in.

"I know what you mean by parental expectations. Being a Prince... you tend to not have the best relationship with your parents when they want so much from you," he said, leaning forward on the table, as if it was a secret he was laying bare for you.

It made you think of his behaviour when talking about his parents and home. He avoided that topic on text as much as he avoided going back home. You glimpsed back up at him.

"I guess we can relate. I have always... felt a little pressured to do well. My older brother does so well, and then, you know, there's... me," you admitted, the insecurity clawing at your chest now, ripping all of that constructed security you weakly sewed together. You gripped the teacup tighter.

"And, I'm sure you're doing great," he chimed again with sincerity in that deep voice of his. You smiled slightly, knowing he had no idea of your abnormal fatigue.

"Thanks. I hope I can be better." You drank your berry tea, the warm liquid soothing your throat.

The beat of silence passed for a good five seconds before Sunghoon set down his cutlery aside, suddenly having a his face harden into curiosity.

"What do you think about Jungwon?"

That question nearly had you dropping your teacup, eyes widening when you glanced right back at him with blaring confusion. No matter what corner you looked in, you could not comprehend where this came from.

Your shock must have grown on your face because he laughed again, nervously, and repeated the question. "What do you think about Jungwon?"

This felt like a trick question, but you knew it wasn't. Not when he had his eyes fixated on you, boring into your own mind to dig for an answer.

"He's... kind. And, slightly awkward, but he's sweet. Like you and all your friends," you said, secretly praising yourself for giving that answer. Not too suggestive, but not really plain either. It was... friendly.

Sunghoon nodded thoughtfully, but there was too much of a brick wall for you to climb and see why he asked that abnormal question.

"Now, can I ask you a question?" You inquired, leaning back in your chair.

"Of course," Sunghoon replied, smiling ever so little. You returned it, hands secretly fiddling with your dress underneath the table.

"Why did you invite me out today?" You glanced back at him. The question has been gnawing at all corners of your brain. Again, a thousand thoughts flashed through his eyes before he leaned on his elbows on the table.

"The berry tea reminded me of you. And, I was also craving it, so why not?" He casually said, as if the answer didn't throw you off into sea and muffled all your thoughts.

Did he always talk like this? Did he experience life to see what reminded him of you?

You blinked a couple of times, processing it before letting a small smile break out and quickly drinking your tea. You don't know what his intentions were, but you know how much the idea confused you.

Why did your mother not make an excuse earlier? This was too much for your frazzled brain.

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ִֶָ࣪☾. [NOTES]: Okay, so i took a few days because I kinda burned myself out. I'm working on 2 projects rn. This and another oneshot, basically. Whoops. And, again, a warning — this is going to be a pining, slow-burn story that will probably make u want to throw me out the window. I'm sorry 🤞🏼

ִֶָ࣪☾. REBLOGS, COMMENTS +LIKES are appreciated <3

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ଓ༉‧.⭒ֶָ֢⋆.⋆ཐིཋִֶָྀ࣪☾.

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Please DimondKat! More Alastor theories!

I love hearing all the different ways Alastor has been wronged by the crew . Thanks for all the food and being so insightful

Since you love hearing about the different ways that Alastor has been wronged by the crew, you have likely heard a lot about it. So instead, I am going to focus on why the behaviour of the crew hasn't given Alastor any reason to trust them. I'll admit that the reason for this is less that the Hotel has wronged Alastor. At least in Alastor's eyes, he has no expectations of the hotel. Therefore, they have not wronged him in any way that he will acknowledge. Yes, that includes them potentially not having bothered to look for him after he almost died fighting Adam. It is more that I wouldn't trust anyone at that hotel with my weakness if I were in Alastor's shoes so I remain incapable of understanding why people think Alastor should trust them since he is definitely less trusting than even me. I'll start with the secondary main cast before moving to the core main cast.

Niffty is a darling and can be trusted with minor things like what you are feeling in the moment. She is actually the one I trust the most at the hotel right now. She is unlikely to tell someone because she is too erratic to bother. Most people don't take her seriously anyway so what you tell her is likely safe. Wouldn't trust her with too much because I don't even know if she can handle it. I think Alastor feels like there is more need to look after her than to entrust her with anything serious.

Sir Pentious for the same reason I gave for Niffty at the end. His need for validation is also something that Alastor would worry that people can use to gain information from him that Alastor would not want outsiders to know.

Husk will use what he knows/thinks he knows about you against you in an argument. I know what people will say that Alastor started that confrontation, but it was something he also did with Angel Dust. It is something that Husk does. Whether he is justified in doing it is not the point, the fact that he does it is.

Angel Dust works for Valentino. His contract looks very restrictive and I have no idea how easy it would be the make him reveal secrets. However, the fact that he works for Valentino eliminates him from the list of people that Alastor could potentially trust.

Vaggie is terrible with boundaries and very judgmental. She is a former exorcist so it makes sense. The way she talks to Angel Dust sometimes rubbed me the wrong way. I can get telling him off for harassing Husk, but looking down on him for his job when he suggests helping the only way he knows is not acceptable. Do you know that Niffty and Alastor are the only people at the hotel who have not said something negative to Angel Dust about his profession? The scene where she walks into Alastor's bedroom while he is eating breakfast to make demands still boils me. Like I don't know about you but I would hate working with someone like that. Alastor has better tolerance for such behaviour than I do. Someone judgmental and terrible with boundaries is not someone Alastor should trust with any of his weaknesses.

Charlie is the person I trust the least with anyone's weakness. She might mean well but the way she handles the weaknesses of those who depend on her is not the best. Her treatment of Angel Dust alone guarantees that I would never trust her with my weakness until she has had solid character growth regarding understanding the struggles of others. I can't be the only one who realises that after she went to Angel Dust's workplace and caused enough trouble that even a normal, not evil boss would have written you up, Angel Dust ended up being the one who had to comfort her. After what Valentino put him through due to her little stunt, he had to comfort her. She has power but not a lot of understanding about how to be helpful. This lack of understanding will not stop her from deciding to do it her way. I would have made that deal for a favour. Trusting her goodness is not a wise move. I would rather have control over in what way she can and will help me than trust it into her kind, sweet, thoughtless hands. I am saying Alastor's choice to go for a deal instead of taking the risk of depending on her kindness when he needs the favour was the smart choice.

Thanks for the ask. Sorry, it took so long to respond. I was trying to get my thoughts right and I still don't think I explained everything properly.

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Day 7, Mutual Plotting 😁 be warned, this one is angsty, and a follow on from Forced Proximity

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Dick was having a rare day off with his daughter when his phone buzzed and made a mooing noise. Wondering what the younger Superboy wanted, he opened the text straight away.

His eyes widened as he read the message three times, unsure if he was hallucinating. But the words didn't change and he started to bounce in excitement.

“Mar’i, do you want to go visit uncle Dami today?” He called out, already grabbing her coat and shoes; she never turned down a chance to see her favourite uncle. He was proved right moments later when she flew over to him and chattered excitedly about showing Damian the pictures she'd drawn of Titus.

Driving to the café Jon had text him about felt like it took hours. Everytime he had to stop at a red light he barely refrained from cursing out loud. What if Damian decided to move before he arrived? He knew Damian had been interested in the cute little Parisian, but he hadn't realised it was mutual! 

He suppressed a grin when he thought about the way the younger Wayne had denied being interested in the girl until Jon had called him out. But they hadn't been able to get him to talk about it any further before Dick had had to head back to work, which frustrated him up until now. 

But now? According to Jon, Damian had invited Marinette on a date. Sure, the Super had described it as a sinister meeting to plot the demise of Jon and Marinette's friends, but Dick could read between the lines.

Arriving at the café, he ushered Mar'i inside and joined the queue of people waiting to order. Almost instantly he spotted the pair of dark haired teens tucked into a corner. Damian was leaning into the girl's space, looking at the book that she was scribbling in and gesturing at. 

They both looked completely absorbed in a world of their own, his arm resting on the back of her chair and her knee pressing against his. The smirk on his face definitely made Dick think that they were scheming something and that maybe Jon was in trouble, and he hesitated as he reconsidered interrupting them.

Unfortunately, Mar'i took the decision away from him and raced towards the pair. He looked down guiltily as Damian’s head whipped up and the young man scowled at him before turning back to his niece. But now that his cover was blown there was no reason not to join the pair, so he ordered and went to sit with them.

“Tell Kent that my retribution will be merciless and severe,” Damian said with a frown. Marinette gave a mischievous giggle and closed her book with a snap before tucking it away. Damian shot her a grin and Dick had to bite back a squeal. 

“Uncle Dami, daddy said I could show you my picture! Look, it's Titus!” Mar'i said impatiently, shoving several pieces of paper at him. He nodded as she chattered through the various pictures before showing them to Marinette.

“Oh, your dog, right?” She asked warmly, looking the pictures over with interest. “Oh, he's such a lovely dog! And you've done a wonderful job with drawing him,” she added to the eager child. Mar'i beamed up at her and started to point out all the different parts of the pictures that showed that it was definitely Titus. “I see you got your uncle's talent with art, Mar'i.”

There was a brief interruption when Dick and Mar’i's drinks arrived before silence settled at the table. Damian had stopped glowering at Dick in favour of surreptitiously looking at Marinette over the rim of his coffee mug. 

Marinette, in turn, had a happy flush across her cheeks that told Dick that Damian was not being as stealthy as he thought with his frequent glances. Before he could mention it, Mar’i started to ask about how Marinette knew Damian, and if she was her new auntie.

“Mar’i, you can't ask if she's your aunt,” Dick scolded, though he noted that Damian didn't immediately end the line of questioning. “Marinette is one of the students visiting from Paris. You remember we told you about them?”

“Yes, daddy. So is uncle Damian talking to you because you know about Ladybug and Chat Noir?” 

The table went silent again, Marinette frowning slightly before shooting Damian a confused look. Damian, to his credit, didn't look outwardly panicked, but Dick froze as he tried to think of a way to play it off.

Meanwhile, Marinette was running through all of her recent interactions with Damian. She bit her tongue in frustration at just how badly she had misread the situation - she had grown complacent in the most recent months, assuming that nobody was still looking for the Miraculous. 

“I don't know,” she said in a quiet voice, turning towards Damian fully. “Is that why you've been talking to me?”

His hesitation was enough of an answer for her. Standing and grabbing her bag, she was furious with herself for falling for such a simple plan.

“Marinette, wait,” Damian stood as well, but she didn't give him the chance to try and lie his way through an explanation. 

“Enjoy the rest of your evening,” she bit out before all but sprinting away from the three of them.

Damian had more difficulty trying to extricate himself and by the time he could get free she was already gone. He stood in the corner of the café, his hands flexing as he frowned at the exit.

“Did I do something wrong?” Mar'i asked in a tearful voice, shaking Damian out of his introspection. 

“No, Mar'i, it is not your fault,” he said heavily, sitting back down to comfort her. “It was my own fault, and you were not incorrect in assuming that I spoke with her to learn about the heroes.”

“Then why was she so mad?” The confusion in the little girl's voice would ordinarily have made him laugh, but he wasn't sure he could do it without shouting at something. 

“Because she believed I had other intentions,” he said quietly before lapsing into silence. 

_ _ _

It was the last day of the visit and Marinette just wanted it to be over. It was a Saturday, so all they had to do was pack and make sure they were in the hotel lobby by 11am. She had spent the last couple of days avoiding both Damian and Jon, using Chloé and Adrien as shields.

But today both blonds had begged off to go out early and visit a couple of shops before they went home. They knew Marinette wouldn't be able to get out of bed in time but hadn't wanted to just abandon her without her consent. They were both gone by the time she did wake up at 9am, so she couldn't fault their logic at all. 

She lay fairly apathetically in bed for longer than she'd meant to and had to rush through her morning routine to get packed in time to head downstairs. By the time she was done it was quarter past ten and she checked her phone to see where the other two were.

Once she had ascertained that they would return in time for the deadline, she decided she had time to grab a coffee at a nearby café - not the same one she had been at with Damian. She perused the selection of pastries whilst she waited for her turn to be served, but was interrupted by an increasingly heated discussion happening between an older man and the barista.

She frowned as she worked out what was being said and stepped forward to calm the situation when someone else did.

“Listen, my guy, some of us just want to order our coffee. She said she doesn't want to give you her number which, let's be real, it was very creepy of you to ask for. Now either make an order or go away.”

Marinette eyed the exhausted looking man in front of her with a surprised appreciation. When the man started to argue back, the large man standing with the tired one cracked his neck and glared down at the creep, which stopped him fairly quickly, and he left. The barista seemed relieved and thanked the men, who merely shrugged and made their order. 

Before they could pay, however, Marinette darted in and swiped her own card. She beamed up at the bemused men - well, the larger one seemed bemused, the tired one didn't seem to know what had happened - and thanked them for stepping in for the server.

“No problem, Pixie. Thanks for the coffee, Timbit here can't function without it. I'm Jason,” he said, offering a hand for her to shake. 

“Marinette,” she replied before placing her own order and moving down the row with them to wait for them to be made. “And, honestly, if you hadn't stepped in I was going to, and I don't imagine he'd have found me as threatening.”

Jason laughed and they chatted briefly. She learned that the tired man, Tim she assumed, was his brother and had been staying up late regularly for the past several years. In return she explained that she was on her way back to Paris that day and was just getting coffee so that she could make it onto the plane without feeling too exhausted.

“Aw hell, you're kidding, right? You're one of the exchange students from the Wayne Enterprises thing? That's one helluva coincidence - we're on our way to the hotel to escort your class to the airport.”

“Wow, what are the chances?” She asked, half joking, half wondering if Tikki was influencing things. Her order came and they all left the café together, chatting about the program and what she most enjoyed.

“Wait, did you say your name was Marinette?” Tim asked suddenly, apparently perking up from the caffeine. When she nodded he gave Jason a meaningful look that made alarm bells ring in her head. “The class president, right?”

“Ye~s,” she said slowly, glancing between the two men. 

“Oh my God, our niece has not shut up about you since she met you the other day,” Jason said, Tim nodding vehemently next to him. “She is crazy about you, please, tell us what you did to make her like you so much. It would annoy Demon Spawn so much if he wasn't the favourite uncle anymore.”

“...I don't really know what's going on here,” Marinette said, feeling slightly panicked and a lot overwhelmed. “Are you talking about Mar'i?”

“Yes! She keeps telling anyone who will listen that you're the nicest person she's ever met, it's been driving the demon brat insane.”

“Are you talking about Damian?”

“That's the one. Kid's been in a pissy mood most of the week and I, for one, would like to see how far it goes before he snaps.”

They arrived at the hotel at that moment and, still feeling confused and overwhelmed, she babbled out an excuse to head over to Adrien and Chloé and bailed. She could feel their eyes on her and half hid behind Adrien to escape.

“Everything okay, Maribug?” He asked, glancing over to their two chaperones. They both seemed to be in discussion for a few minutes before Tim opened his phone and called someone. 

“I think I met more of Damian's family?” She said in a high pitched squeak. Chloé glanced over at the pair sharply and moved closer to her friend. “I don't know, they were just at the café I went to and we ended up talking. But then they recognised my name and mentioned Mar'i and I panicked.”

“It's okay, we won't let them single you out again,” Chloé said firmly, linking her arm with Marinette's. 

But neither approached the trio and Marinette relaxed as they all trooped onto the bus. As class representative, she was expected to sit at the front of the bus and ensure they had everyone and everything.

“Oh, Marinette, Lila says she's forgotten something in her room,” Madame Bustier said in a bright voice. Biting back a groan, Marinette ran back towards the desk with a description of the lost item. 

Tim followed her, apparently to make sure they didn't lose track of her, but she was on edge from his close proximity. They stood in awkward silence whilst the staff checked the room in question. He looked like he wanted to say something but she crossed her arms and faced away from him.

“We're sorry, there doesn't seem to be anything left in that room,” the receptionist said, smiling apologetically.

“Thank you for checking, I'll just run back to the bus and ask if there's anywhere else she could have left it,” Marinette said, but Tim jumped in and said he would do it and rushed away before she could stop him.

Sighing and rubbing her eyes, Marinette cursed her luck. How did she keep getting into such awkward situations? She didn't even know Damian had more siblings, further proof that he hadn't wanted anything more from her than information. 

Sensing someone coming towards the desk, she moved aside automatically and stayed wrapped up in her own thoughts. Because of that, she gave a startled yelp when someone gripped her upper arms. 

Moving on instinct she stepped into the person's space and pushed. The guy grunted and stepped back, releasing her as he did so and she froze as she realised that Damian had apparently been summoned to the hotel.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, trying to keep the bitter resentment out of her voice and only half managing. 

“I came to apologise,” he blurted out, looking flustered and unsure. “It was never my intention to hurt you and I did not want you to leave Gotham without knowing.”

“Wow, I'd hate to see you trying,” she snapped, arms coming up to hug her middle. 

“Marinette, I am sorry. More sorry than I can possibly convey, and I wish I could make it right with you because…because you are a wonderful person and I cannot stop thinking about you,” he confessed, a flush spreading up his neck.

“Look, I don't want your apologies - I don't want anything from you. I can only assume you didn't get whatever information you wanted since you won't leave me alone.”

“If it was just for information, I hardly needed to come just to you,” he said quietly, hand coming towards her before stopping and lowering. “Marinette, I admit that I began talking to you because I wanted to know about the French heroes - I was curious and you were the most appealing of your class for me to approach. But when I asked you to come out for coffee that evening my only intention was to get to know you.”

“Very nice words,” she said, trying to push down the hopeful flutter starting somewhere in her chest. He looked up at her sharply, something like relief on his face and she swallowed before looking away. “Nice words that would maybe have been genuine when you didn't have several days to come up with them.”

“Marinette, I am being honest with you,” he said, a hint of frustration colouring his voice. “What can I do to prove it to you?”

“Why do you even care? I'm supposed to be going home right now. I wouldn't even still be in this building but stupid Lila said she lost something. We're never going to see each other again. But if you need me to accept your apology or whatever, then fine, apology accepted.”

“Because I don't-”

“She said she found it- oh, um, sorry,” Tim said, looking embarrassed when Marinette flushed.

“Okay, great, we should get going,” she said flatly. “Goodbye, Damian. Good luck with whatever.”

And she fled, not caring if that's what it looked like to Tim and Damian. Her heart couldn't take any more of this, she didn't want to have to listen to his pleas and sugar coated words designed to trick her into forgiving him.

_ _ _

Dick had been feeling guilty ever since he had interrupted - and subsequently ruined - Damian's date. His youngest brother had been in a horrible mood ever since she had vanished from the coffee shop, hardly able to keep his temper even with Mar’i.

He had hoped that, when Jason and Tim had summoned Damian to the hotel on the last morning of the class trip, he would be able to smooth things over. Well, summoned was a bit of a stretch; they had sent a taunting message to the kid saying that they were getting to know their prospective sister-in-law but Damian had flown out of the manor at record speed.

It became apparent that no such heartfelt words had been exchanged when Damian returned an hour later in a filthy temper. He slammed doors, growled at anyone who came close to him and locked himself in a training room with a sword. 

Overwhelmed with guilt and a sense of purpose, Dick started researching Marinette Dupain-Cheng. 

Part 3

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A/n: I let the whore out for this one 🤭 and I'm not even ashamed? I wanted to make it more filthy but I decided to not push it 😬 but lemme know if you liked this one!!! I'd love to write more!! Summary: just the story of perv!bouncer!Eddie x dumb!ice-cream vendor!reader and the little white lie he used in order to get you where he wanted you. (KINKY) 4.6k Warnings: so first off, perv!Eddie (he's a bit of a meanie) and dumb!reader, ok? He takes advantage of you, oopsie. Humiliation, degradation, lying and gaslighting, pet names, groping, very strong D/s vibes although not established, spit kink, a hint of dubcon? (only if you squint). Needless to say, 18+!! (also I wrote this in one go don't @ me if it's shitty)

You shouldn't have worn heels - it was late at night, you were running late and while the rain had stopped, the mud still managed to splash its way up to your ankles. And come to think of it, the skirt hadn’t been that good of an idea either, not for the metal concert you were attending at least, but you were two blocks away and it was too late to turn back now.

Before entering the venue, you stopped at the corner, fixed your hair and your shoes with a napkin you found around your purse, and prayed to the gods that even though the concert should have already started, the bouncer would still be there to give you a ticket and allow you inside.

“Eddie!” you exclaimed relieved. He was just about to stand up from his little booth when you burst inside the building, and his eyes widened when he realized who you were.

While it truly hadn’t been that long since you last saw each other, it surely felt like it. The last time you saw him was at his graduation, one week after you finished junior year. Currently, almost two years had passed since you yourself were done with school.

“Y/n, wow. I haven’t seen you in ages, how are you?”

“Good, good, I’m good” you huffed, getting ready to fish the money for the ticket out of your purse. “You work here?”

“Yeah. I’m a bartender but something came up and our guy had to leave for a bit. I’m just covering for him.”

“Oh, ok. Cool”

“Did you come for the concert? It’s about to start”

“Yeah, mhm. I know I’m a bit late.” you said, picking out the dollars out of your purse one by one. When you decided your bag should be cute and fit your outfit rather than actually be useful, you didn’t imagine you’d have to embarrass yourself like this. “Here’s 7 dollars-” you mumbled handing him the money, “Wait, I have three more, just give me a second”

“Y/n…” Eddie said as he hesitated to take it from you. “It’s 30 dollars.”

“30 what?” you gasped. “I thought it was 10”

“It was 10, until like an hour ago. You should’ve bought it in advance, tickets are always more expensive at the door”

“You must be kidding me” you cried, “I can’t pay 30$ for a concert of a band I barely even heard about”

“Then don’t” Eddie chuckled, “It’s not that big of a deal, it’s only going to last one hour tops”

“Yeah but my friend likes the vocalist. I promised her I’d be there”

“Then pay?”

Instead of going back to explaining why you really didn’t feel like doing that, you straightened your back and grinned. “Eddie…”

“I’m not interested," he laughed in a heartbeat, fully aware of the tactics you might want to try on him.

“Free ice cream for the whole month!” you belted, grabbing his shoulder to help you get your point across. “You know you can’t say no to that”

“I never even bought ice cream from your shop, Y/n, no”

“Two months!”

“Baby girl, buy the ticket or wait for the concert to end. I can’t just let you in”

“Yes, you can” you scoffed, stomping your foot against the floor. “Since when do you care about the rules?”

“Since my job is at stake, sweetheart”

“Who’s gonna know? Right, no one. So pleeeeease, Eddie! Pretty please with a tiny and sweet cherry on top?”

He was thinking about it, it was obvious the wheels were turning. His eyes traveled along the length of your body as he licked his lips, and that gave you hope. But unfortunately, when he looked back up into your eyes, he shook his head, “I’m sorry, I can’t”

“You can” you pouted, “You just don’t want to”

Eddie tapped his chin, “I guess that’s true. There’s nothing in it for me, so…”

“Asshole!” you giggled and hit his side. “Just tell me what you want, you got it”

“Anything I want?”

“Anything!”

“Anything, anything?” Eddie laughed.

“Just say it, you jerk”

But he didn’t really say it. What he did however was lean behind his little desk and then stand back up with a small camera in his hand. With one eyebrow raised, he motioned with his head to one of the small back rooms to the side, and that should’ve been your cue to at least try offering him ice cream again. 

"I can't believe I'm doing this" you nervously giggled as you placed your purse on one of the chairs you found laying around. More things crossed your mind while you took your jacket off but you kept quiet, only turning around to face Eddie when you were left in your tank top and skirt. "This is stupid. I'm being stupid, right?"

"It's just a little bit of fun" he smiled, moving the camera from one hand to the other. "You absolutely don't have to do it if you don't feel comfortable"

"Comfortable getting naked for a stranger to take pictures of me?" you laughed in disbelief.

"Are you?"

His raised eyebrow and the confidence he had made you unconsciously rub your thighs together. "Don't hold this over my head, ok?"

"It's just a few pictures, Y/n, no big deal"

"I know" you pouted and crossed your arms in front of your chest. "But I don't want you to think I'm a slut or something. I don't do stuff like this"

"There's a beginning for everything, sweetheart. What if you end up loving it and want to take more?"

"Yeah, right" you rolled your eyes and felt a very strong urge to look anywhere else but at him. "Ok, how do you want them?"

He thought about it for a second. "Take your top off, we'll see from there"

The little bit of conscious thinking still present inside your mind had a very hard time accepting just how fast your hands worked to remove your shirt. The second that piece of clothing went over your head, your cheeks started burning and a very painful but familiar feeling awakened in your core. Half naked and maybe a little bit confused, you turned to look at Eddie - who was grinning from ear to ear, getting ready to snap the picture. 

"Say cheese!"

You didn't say it, but you did straighten your back, smiled, and even put on a cute pose with your hands beside your cheeks. 

"You've done this before?" Eddie laughed after taking the picture as he waited for it to slip out of the device.

"No, why?"

He quirked an eyebrow. "It's a nice picture"

"Let me see" you said and bubbled over to him, looking at the picture as it exited the camera. "Oh, yeah. You're right! It really is cute"

"Told you, sweetheart" Eddie grinned and grabbed your chin.

You instinctually followed and tilted your head up to look at him, shame spreading across your body as you reveled in his little words of praise. "What next?"

"Bend over that desk over there"

Without as little as a hint of hesitation, you walked over to the desk, planted your chest on top of it and pushed your skirt up over your ass. 

"See why I'd think you've done this before?" he laughed and slapped your ass. "I didn't even tell you to lift your skirt"

"You were about to anyway, I'm just ahead of you"

"Such a good, little girl" 

As much as you hated to admit, the way he groped your ass, and his fingers - rough and digging into your skin, it all made you squirm under his touch. You remained motionless and sat there quietly, only your feet wobbling a bit from the uncomfortable position as you allowed him to do his thing. "Can I take these off?" Eddie asked, his pointer finger already hooked behind the little piece of fabric that covered your cunt. 

"Yeah, mhm" you nodded eagerly. "Do what you want"

Maybe you shouldn't have said that. But a part of you forgot about the concert and was too focused on Eddie's touch, on his presence behind you, the fact that you couldn't see him making all your senses go off the rails. 

But a deal was a deal and Eddie wasn't about to break it… that much. After pushing your underwear to the side, the cold air hit your already heated and sensitive core. "Can I see how wet you are, doll?"

You nodded. 

And his finger slipped right in, knuckle deep, his big, silver ring barely visible between your damp, puffy folds. 

"How about two?"

"...ok"

"Three? Can you take three?" Eddie asked, slipping his fingers inside without wasting time to hear your answer. 

A soft moan broke past your lips and your back arched the way he was filling you up, little tears of pleasure gathering at the corners of your eyes. "Eddie" you cried.

"Yeah, puppy?" 

But only a grunt escaped your throat as you let your forehead fall against the desk. 

When he didn't get an answer from you, he just chuckled and the next thing you heard was the sound of the camera going off. 

"Cute" Eddie said, retracting his hand from your pussy. 

The sudden feeling of emptiness made you whine, "That's all?"

"What? Did you want more?"

"I- I thought-" you mumbled, turning around to face him, "I thought you were gonna, I don't know…"

"Do you want me to, doll?"

The way the words almost slipped out of your mouth was pathetic. But you managed to control yourself, and just pushed yourself up and shook your head. "No" you lied. And he could tell. 

"You sure, kitten?"

"Yeah, no. Just take the next pic"

"Ok, last one, sweetheart. Can you get on your knees for me?"

Still visibly disappointed with how he left you hanging, you wordlessly kneeled in front of him. Your hands flew up to grip his thighs and your head fell back, your eyes on his. "Like this?"

"Exactly like that, puppy. You're so good, you know that?" Eddie said, nonchalantly licking your juices off his fingers. "And you taste so sweet, baby"

"Thank you" you weakly smiled as he caressed your cheek. "What, um… what do I do now?"

"Open wide for me, just like that. Can you stay like this for a bit?" Eddie commanded. 

All you could do was nod and follow him with your stare, your heart nearly beating out of your chest when he lowered himself in front of you and grabbed your chin. 

"Do you like this?" 

Yes. No. Fuck, you squeezed your eyes shut for a second then then, much to his absolute pleasure, nodded yes. 

The sheer embarrassment you felt from not being able to answer him as your mouth hung open made the pressure between your legs grow even more unbearable. You wanted him to do something, anything, touch, or at least talk to you, but he just left you there, hanging pathetically and waiting. 

"How about this for the last picture?" Eddie questioned and then shoved his fingers into your mouth. Ring deep and with no warning, he forced your jaw open as he pushed his fingers as far as they could go, making your eyes snap wide open in shock. 

"Easy, sweetheart. Stay still for me, ok? Don't fight it"

But it was impossible, with your airway partially blocked and your gag reflex threatening to act up, your hands found his wrist and squeezed as all you could do was look up into his eyes. 

"Do you like being like this, angel? All good and dumb for me?" 

Your answer came in the form of a blink, your eyebrows also arching upwards, before a cough broke in the back of your throat.

"Easy, doll. Slow down, stop fighting it. Relax, you can do it, you can do it, baby" but he was not helping you, instead pushing down harder onto your tongue, making your eyes water from the lack of oxygen. 

But still, you didn't try to fight him, to pry his hand away or to even distance yourself. You just stood there, choking on his fingers, painfully awaiting the moment he'd figure you'd had enough. 

While he didn't let you off easily, when your throat constricted around his fingers again, he finally retracted his hand. Drunk on the so dearly needed breath of fresh air that rushed down your throat, you fell forward, your cheek against his thigh as you struggled to regain your composure. 

"So good for me, puppy. You listen so well" Eddie cooed, brushing your hair as you refused to pull away from your leg. 

"Eddie…" you pouted, "You didn't take the picture"

"That's ok, doll. How are you? Are you good?"

Still unwilling to move, you nodded against his leg. "Yep"

"What do you want to do next, sweetheart? You can choose for the last picture"

"I don't wanna choose" you shook your head, "Just tell me what to do"

"Is there nothing you want, angel? Not even one thing that crossed that pretty, little head of yours?"

"No"

"Then open up for me again, sweetheart" 

Lazily, you shuffled to the side and settled back into your position on your knees in front of him. This time, he only pried your mouth open a little bit, much for the aesthetic of it all, his fingers on your tongue and his heavy rings against your bottom lip. 

When he brought the camera up, you looked directly into the lens, eyes wide and soft, as you were all but drooling. The way you squirmed once you heard the click of the camera was probably pathetic, but he enjoyed it and you wanted more.

"That's enough" Eddie said, placing the device to the side and squatting down in front of you. "Can you swallow for me?"

You blinked in confusion but burned with enthusiasm, almost moaning out loud when you saw him tower over you and spit down onto your awaiting tongue. 

You didn't question it, didn't even flinch, you just closed your mouth and swallowed as he told you. 

Once done, Eddie helped you up and waited for you to change. Back out at his little security desk, you waited patiently for him to put the yellow bracelet around your wrist. "Thank you"

"Pleasure doing business with you, doll"

Despite rolling your eyes, you couldn't also hide the way your lips curled at the little pet name, suddenly getting to you in a way half an hour ago you couldn't have even imagined. 

"Come with me to the bar, I'll fix you something to drink. On the house" 

"Where was this generosity before?" you teased and stepped inside as he held the door open for you. 

"Don't push it," he playfully threatened. Once inside, Eddie grabbed your hand and guided you back behind the bar. "What do you want to drink, sweetheart?"

You knew what you wanted, but the annoyed looks of the people impatiently waiting their turn distracted you. Eddie noticed it in a heartbeat, the distress in your eyes saying it all. 

"Fuck them" he scoffed, raising his middle finger in their direction as he shielded you with his body. "Just tell me what you feel like drinking"

"Um, a screwdriver, please"

"Coming right up" he said and got to work, only to have you follow him closely like a lost puppy. Too many pairs of judgemental eyes still followed your every move, and without Eddie's attention on you, they felt even more intrusive than before. 

"Eddie, I want to pay for it" you said as you opened your purse, "I feel bad"

"I'm not taking your money, Y/n"

"They're looking at me as if I've committed a crime. I'm not going out there with my free drink that I didn't even have to wait for. Just take my money, Eddie, please!"

That sounded like it pissed him off. Not you, though. They did. You sounded genuinely worried, and he didn't like that. After he finished making your drink, Eddie placed it in front of you and then turned to face the customers. "Before you all get your panties in a bunch, she didn't cut to the front, you're waiting to get served by my colleague, I haven't even started my shift. And even if she had cut in front of you, that would've been fine too, because I said so. If any of you even looks at her the wrong way, you're getting kicked out and banned. Thank you!"

Despite his rant having done its job perfectly since no one dared comment or even keep staring, you barely found it in you to look at him. "Eddie… you didn't have to do that"

"If anyone bothers you, come find me" he said, as if he hadn't even heard you. He just grabbed your glass and placed it between your hands, "Go enjoy the concert, sweetheart"

"Thank you" you meekly said.

"No problem, doll" he grinned and slapped your ass as you turned to walk away. 

Luckily enough with the soundcheck and stage preparations, you managed to find your friends before the second song even started. 

While the music wasn't necessarily your favorite, you still danced your soul out and used the little breaks between songs to listen to your friend vent and fangirl over the vocalist. Tall, long hair and a leather jacket - another thing whose appeal you didn't think you'd see any time soon. 

But the whole thing turned out to be a blast, no one interrupting your dancing sessions and by the time the concert was over, you were all spent, barely able to maintain your balance on your aching feet. 

After collapsing in the nearest booth you found available, one friend who made the happiest choice of the night regarding the shoes and chose a pair of sneakers, sacrificed herself and made her way to the bar while you all waited for her at the table. 

Mostly, the conversation circled around everyone's surprise with how enjoyable the concert actually was. A few other topics had been touched, such as whether they'd party at this bar or not, or if any of the members were single, but when the subject of the price rolled around, you felt personally attacked. 

Without explaining, you excused yourself from the table and stomped your way to the bar, walking behind it like the place belonged to you.

"Eddie, I need to talk to you"

"Not now, sweetheart. I'm a bit busy" he hurriedly spoke, unable to even look at you as he balanced 7 shot glasses between his hands. 

"Now, Eddie!"

"It's gonna have to wait, have a seat" he huffed and dragged a stool over to his side of the bar. "Wait" 

The only thing that kept you from making a scene right then and there was the number of people that were waiting for their drinks. And while you would've very gladly given Eddie a hard time, those people had nothing wrong. So, with a pout and a frown on your face, you sat down and proceeded to wait. 

"What's wrong? Can you tell me what happened?" Eddie eventually said in between orders, still visibly busy and not giving you all the attention you required.

"No" you crossed your arms, "Not like this"

"Did something happen?" he questioned, sounding genuinely worried. He threw the towel in his hand over his shoulder and leaned closer, softly touching your thigh as he spoke. "Tell me if-"

"I'll hit you" you snapped and shoved him. "Take a break"

And that was what he did. As soon as he got a little window of time, he asked his colleague to cover for him and then guided you out from behind the bar, and over to a more secluded corner.

"Ok, what happ-"

"Asshole!" you slapped his cheek - as hard as you could but nowhere near hard enough to do any real damage. "Fuck you!"

"Whoa!" Eddie gasped as he recoiled from the blow, instantly grabbing your wrist to stop you from delivering another blow. "What the hell happened?"

"30 dollars!? You lied to me!"

"Oh, that…"

"Yes! That! You're a fucking asshole!"

"Hey, now. Don't go there" Eddie calmly said, arms going up in a defensive position despite still holding onto your hand. "It was just a bit of fun. You had fun too, didn't you?"

"That's not the point"

"You didn't deny it!"

"Asshole!" you snapped again, this time using your free hand to hit his side. But he grabbed onto this wrist too, pulling you closer to him despite your protests. "Eddie, let me go!"

"No, you're gonna hit me again"

"Yes, I am. You lied to me"

"Ok, I lied" he raised his shoulders and rolled his eyes, "So what? We both had some fun, and you got in for free and also got a free drink. I think it's fair"

"No, it's not fair!" you tried to free yourself but his grip was iron strong. "It's not fair because it wasn't 30 dollars, you lied!"

"It was still 10 dollars, which you didn't have to pay, now did you?"

"I would've paid 10 dollars!"

"But you didn't. I saved you some money. I think you should just thank me, doll" 

"You're unbelievable" you scoffed, turning your head to the side so that you wouldn't have to look at him. 

Eddie however, had a different idea. As he let your wrists go, he cupped your cheeks into his hands so that you'd face him. Despite the annoyed look on your face, your hands traveled up to his sides, grabbing onto his leather jacket as he held you close. 

"Come on, you can't really be upset with me right now, sweetheart."

"Well, I am," you frowned. 

"I'm sorry, dove. It wasn't my intention. I never meant to upset you"

"You wouldn't have lied if you didn't want to upset me"

"I didn't think you'd find out" he chuckled, which deepened your frown. "Hey, look at me" 

"No" you pouted and turned your head to the side, making Eddie have to lean from left to right multiple times in order to meet your eyes.

"Angel, look at me, come on"

"No, Eddie, leave me alone!" you protested, but the smile was audible in your tone. He knew he got to you. 

"Hey, come on. Look at you, all smiling"

"I'm not smiling!" you said, trying to sound serious, but eventually giggled when you finally looked at him.

"There you go! That's my girl!" Eddie laughed and brought you closer, "You forgive me, doll, right?" he asked, lightly rubbing your chin with his thumb.

"No"

"You're a bad liar, sweetheart. I think you didn't even mind in the first place, did you?"

"I did!"

"Then why were you so wet for me, huh?" he grinned.

"I'm mad you lied to me" you sighed, not showing any signs of wanting to distance yourself from him anymore. "You didn't have to do that"

"How was I supposed to know you'd say yes?"

"You should've asked!"

"I'm sorry, baby. I really am" he said softly and then nudged your forehead with his. "Kiss me to make it better?"

"I don't want to kiss you, Eddie, I'm still upset"

"No, you're not" he laughed and leaned in, his lips brushing against yours a couple of times until you couldn't help it anymore. 

"You're an asshole, you know that?" you shook your head in disbelief, unable to contain your nervous laughter. But despite your words, you were still pressed against him, your hands on his waist and your lips inches away from his. 

"I'm fun, sweetheart. Just kiss me"

"Ok, but you're not going to lie to me again!"

"Never!" he swore, all wide eyed and not at all grinning as he did so. 

But you didn't pay too much attention. That promise, however empty, was enough for you to feel completely content with going in for a full kiss. He welcomed you fully, one of his hands finding your ass in no time, squeezing hard enough to bruise. But it only riled you up further as you clung onto him, breathing him in with every single brush of your tongue against his. 

"Ah! My lipstick!" you whined as you pulled away for air. 

"It looks alright, it didn't smudge, don't worry" Eddie smiled, looking at you in awe as you tried to make sure your lipstick didn't get all over your face. 

"The girls said it's blowjob proof, I guess they were right" you giggled when you saw no color transferred to Eddie's lips or your fingers. "That's 5 dollars well spent" 

"See?" Eddie grabbed your ass as he proudly spoke, "And now, thanks to me, you can get two more. I can even help you try them all out. Multiple times, see if they really are blowjob proof."

"How nice of you" you mocked.

"I know, right?" Eddie chuckled and then kissed your temple. "I have to go back to work now, though. You can hang out with me, if you want"

You were about to follow him, but right before he reached the bar, you tugged his sleeve. "Eddie? Can I ask for a favor?"

He blinked in curiosity. "Sure, sweetheart. What is it?"

"You know I told you I have this friend who likes-"

"Who likes the vocalist, yes, I remember"

"Yeah, well… I was wondering if you could introduce them?"

"Yeah, doll. No problem" Eddie said and looked around, "I think they're still in the back, come with me"

And you did. You followed him wordlessly and reveled in the privilege of walking through the "employees only" door. The dark and sticky corridor Eddie dragged you through had absolutely no reason to make you feel as important as it did, but you loved it. And once outside, in the parking lot you yourself had crossed earlier on your way to the concert, as you and Eddie approached the band's van, you still managed to feel important, as if there was business to attend to.

Even talking to the band you couldn't care less about felt empowering, especially the way each member went to shake your hand as Eddie did the introductions. But despite all of them being nothing but a happy and laid back bunch, you still felt the need to cower behind Eddie as he conversed with the vocalist.

Even though they were all heading inside for some well deserved post concert drinks, Eddie made sure to mention the one fan the man absolutely had to meet. 

"This one?" the vocalist, whose name you found out to be Joe, or Joey, asked, pointing at you.

Your eyes went wide, but Eddie only chuckled. "No, she's with me. It's one of her friends, though. She's inside" 

While the band still had a few minutes worth of organizing to do, you and Eddie headed back towards the bar. 

"I'm with you?" you giggled, almost feeling the need to cover your mouth at how giddy his words made you. 

"Aren't you?" Eddie laughed.

"I guess I am" you smiled and resumed your spot on the chair he had brought for you earlier. "Can I help you with stuff? Or is that allowed? I don't know"

"Everything's allowed, sweetheart, but don't worry. Enjoy yourself, I don't need any help. Sit there and be pretty for me"

"I can do that" you wiggled your legs in the air. "And thank you for speaking to Joey. She's gonna be so happy, I'm never going to hear the end of it"

After sending you a knowing smile, Eddie put his arm around your shoulders and kissed your forehead, "Anything for you, sweetheart"

[screamforyani]

warnings: murder, descriptions of blood, implied dubcon

wc. 1k

the locker room was eerily quiet.

and empty, for that matter. not that many people were supposed to be here at this time, because that was the whole point of you coming. but he should’ve been here by now. fucking moron, you thought. he had never been exactly punctual, and that was one of the many, many reasons you broke up with him in the first place.

then, you heard one of the showers, and figured he was in there. you sighed and called out, “KJ?”

no answer. you groaned, annoyed. he probably couldn’t hear you over the water.

setting down your tote bag on a bench, you walked down the column of showers, all of them off save for the one at the very end. why you were wasting your time on this asshole was far beyond you. if anything, it was probably some sort of use to get you to join him in the shower, which was irritating because the sole reason you were here was to have a serious discussion. not hop on his dick.

the closer you got, the more noticeable the dark liquid pouring on the floor was. you grinded to a halt, stopping just a couple lots below the shower. it was slowly spreading outside the shower. your heart stopped for a second out of fear, but curiosity made you creep forward, slowly approaching the last shower.

when you came to the last shower, what you saw made you shriek out in horror. “KJ?”

there your ex-boyfriend was, beaten and butchered. all you could see was the blood spilling from the numerous open wounds inflicted on his body, making you scream and cry out. you backed away, almost slipping in your ex’s blood and gripping the wall to stable yourself.

out of nowhere, you saw ghostface pop up, and your blood chilled. fear paralyzed you, rooting you to the spot. he was covered in blood - your ex-boyfriend’s blood - from head to toe. rather than approach you, he just slipped off his mask.

you gasped when you saw who it was.

“ethan, you’re…?” you trailed off.

he nodded, smiling at you wickedly. “you’re right on time.”

that was your cue to run.

ethan immediately gave chase, following behind you while waving that knife, dripping with KJ’s blood. your heart was pounding a million miles per second, as were your feet hammering against the ground.

“you can’t hide,” ethan called after you, chasing you like a maniac.

you cursed to yourself, because he was right. the bottom of your shoe soles were stained with blood, leaving bloody footsteps in your wake, and there was absolutely no way in hell that you would’ve taken off your shoes in this dirty ass male locker room. you kept running, not that you had very far to run. outside of the showers, the locker room wasn’t very big and ethan was too close to the exit.

“ethan, stop,” you cried, feeling tears gather at your lashes. 

the two of you were caught at a bench, him on one side and you on the other. with every turn, he would follow you, making it impossible to escape. 

“i’ll stop when you stop,” he said, thrusting his knife your direction, which made you scream at the top of your lungs. in spite of that, though, he added, “i would never hurt you, sweet thing.”

you weren’t convinced. he had literally just tried to stab you, to say nothing of the fact he looked like a lunatic, blood splattered all over him. there was even some on his face.

ethan made the mistake of switching sides with you and now that you were closer to the exit, you decided to make a run for it. you needed to warn your friends. mindy had been rightfully suspicious of ethan, because apparently he was the perfect criteria for a serial killer, according to her horror movie knowledge.

had your shoe laces not come unloose, you probably would’ve made it. 

instead, you hit the cold floor, making eye contact with the ground beneath you. ethan rushed over to you just before you could climb back to your feet, dragging you back over to the bench by your ankles.

you surrendered, having no other options. you were shaking. “why are you doing this?”

“i did it for us,” ethan replied, with wide, crazy eyes. “i was doing you a favor. that guy didn’t deserve you and you know it, but i bet you still would’ve gone back to him, wouldn’t you? you can’t be that lonely.”

you shook your head, tears falling down your cheeks.

ethan trailed his knife down your chest. “you and i belong together and i will kill anyone that gets between us.”

it shocked you when ethan leaned in to kiss you, and reluctantly, you kissed him back, telling yourself it was merely because you didn’t want to die. the fact that you’d been attracted to him had nothing to do with it. well, maybe that was a lie. when the others accused him of being ghostface, you leapt to his defense, even if he didn’t have an airtight alibi.

the whole time, ethan was entertained by how willing you were to stick up for him even when it didn’t make sense. you had something of a crush on him, that everybody knew. you’d just always doubted that it was reciprocated. 

now, you knew, but under different circumstances than you had imagined. 

ethan could taste the metallic savor of blood on your tongue, and you could taste yourself on him. your brain shut down when his lips met yours, ironically putting you at ease. although there was nothing comforting about this situation.

ethan stripped out of the ghostface outfit and dropped his pants. you could see the print of his hard dick against his boxers (chasing you around was more of a high than he expected), but when he sat on the bench and scooped you into his lap, you could feel it against your crotch, and it turned you on more than you cared to admit. “ride me,” he said, knife to your throat. “and maybe i’ll think about letting you live.”

[plaidpajamallama]

You Revived me: Rhea Ripley X Jey Uso

Chapter 5 Just tell me when it hurts

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They walked into their house; it was a little after five. 

That faint feeling of guilt followed her throughout the morning, eating at her slowly. 

She decided on the plane she needed to tell him. 

Jey took both of their suitcases to their gear/match closet. 

They both had so much of both they decided just to put it all in its own room to make space in their actual closet. 

She sat down on the gray sectional, kicking her shoes off and running her hands through her hair.

God, was she really going to do this right now? They both were tired and hungry, and he was already a little pissy; maybe she should wait until he gets some food in his stomach at least. 

Jey tossed their bags down, his phone buzzing in his pocket. 

Oh my fuckin’ god, he groaned, annoyed, taking it out of his pocket and shutting his phone off completely; he wasn’t finna do this with her. 

He walked back out into the living room, seeing Rhea sitting on the couch with a stressed look on her face. 

You good, Mama? He asked 

Yeah, it’s been a long day, she pinched the bridge of her nose. 

Man, don't I know it? He sat down in the armchair across from her, sprawling out. I hate travel days. 

They sat there for a moment just sitting in the nice quiet of their home after being in such a loud place for so long. 

Which only gave her more time to sit in her thoughts, overthinking what she was going to do. 

After a while they ordered a pizza; not wanting to cook, they sat in the living room next to each other on the couch, a nearly gone pepperoni pizza still in its box on the coffee table. Jey was sitting back, hands behind his head, focused on the TV. 

Her legs were tucked under her, her head resting against her hand that was on the back of the couch. 

Hey, baby? She said her voice was already laced with guilt. 

Yeah, what’s up? He looked over at her. 

She swallowed hard before opening her mouth again. 

Last night after you fell asleep, I—you got a text, and it was late, so I checked to see who it was….she trailed off, watching as he stood up, walking past the coffee table. 

You went through my phone? 

No! No, she immediately corrected him. A text popped up, and I just…looked at it. 

You just looked at it? That’s all you did? He raised an eyebrow, cocking his head a little to the side. 

She scratched her head, looking away from him for a second. I tried to— 

You tried to go through my phone, but you couldn’t get in?

Yeah, I tried. 

He sighed, running a hand over his beard. What made you feel like you had to do that shit? 

She almost laughed at such a question. Why do you think? Some ex just pops up and starts texting you late as fuck, and I’m not supposed to wonder? She scoffed, Be serious, Jey. She sat up straight. 

Wonder? Wonder about what, Rhea? Ain’t nothing to “wonder” about, he said, gesturing with his hands. 

You think I haven’t noticed all the texts you’ve been getting all bloody day? She stood up to her feet, pointing a finger at him. All the fucking calls 

He laughed at one that lacked any humor. You aren’t going to worry about Laila. 

I don’t? She said mockingly not believe that for a second. 

No, you don’t, he said forthright but frustrated. Do you not trust me?

There was only a second of silence between them, but it felt much longer. 

Did she trust him?

She wanted to, but there was still that sense of fear stopping her from trusting him fully even if she wanted to, and she did. 

She opened her mouth, but nothing came out but a puff of air. 

She watched his face fall a little, his eyes drifting away from her to the ground, his tongue between his teeth. 

He exhaled just looking at her, wanting her to say something, anything. 

She eventually found her words and started, I do trust you, Jey, I do. 

But you can't, right? He said it so nonchalantly, but she could hear the emotion that laced his voice. 

What can I do? She took a step forward, but he took one back, keeping her at the same distance. 

You can, or you do? Because those aren’t the same Rhea, either you do or you don’t. 

She exhaled, throwing her arms to her sides, not knowing how she should answer that, but before she could find one, he spoke up again. 

Rhea I invited you into my home; I let it be yours. He gestured around to the living room that had some of her things scattered around. 

You met my family, fucking all of them. I let you into my life, into my head and heart, and you don’t even fucking trust me! He raised his voice out of anger and pain. 

I didn’t say that! She said with just as much pain in hers. 

Then what did you say, huh?! Do you trust me? 

But when your hot ex comes back to town and clearly wants to get back with you. Then I don’t know what I should think, she said with a humorless chuckle at the end of her words, shrugging

Nothing! You think nothing because it’s nothing! I have nothing for Laila; I feel nothing for her anymore. Rhea 

How do I know that! She shouted. How do I know that one day you're not just going to feel something for her again? she said softly with emotion, but her words were sharp, dragging something deep within out of both of them. 

I heard all this before, Jey. I was told that it was nothing and it was everything, and I lost everything. Her voice cracked a little bit. She kept going. And Dom didn’t live with the bitch before he cheated on me; he didn’t have years of history before he did it. 

Jey sighed, running both his hands over his face before snapping his attention back to her. 

He licked his lips, finding his words, only to let out a bitter chuckle. 

Rhea You can be scared and hurt or whatever, but that’s not a fucking excuse for going through my shit! His voice rumbled in his chest. 

I haven’t talked to Laila in four, maybe five, damn years. 

I don’t care about her; there’s nothing she could do that would make me go back to her crazy ass. 

So she’s just been blowing her up all day for nothing?

Yes! Rhea, he dragged a hand down his face, taking a deep breath. Why don’t you trust me? 

I do… just not—she bit her tongue, confused, watching him dig into his pockets. 

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, unlocking it before slamming it—not hard enough to break it—on the coffee table. 

There! Do whatever the fuck you want! He started walking away. See how much I've been talking to Laila! You don’t trust my ass anyway! He is already yelling around the corner, headed to the door. 

Jey! She called after him, but before she could even move, the door slammed, echoing through the house, rattling some of the pictures on the wall. 

She sank back into the couch, running her fingers through her hair. Fuck. 

She pushed the small table in front of her away, her eyes catching his phone lying there unlocked, open for her to do whatever she pleased. 

She stared at it for a moment before standing up and walking towards the stairs, mumbling to herself as she walked up. 

Jey was driving down the street, not sure where he was going but just needing to go somewhere. 

Somewhere to cool off and think, he tapped against the steering wheel in deep thought.

Jey quietly opened the door, the light from the living room shining down the hallway. 

He shut and locked it behind him; moving into the living room, he immediately noticed the coffee table skewered his phone still in the same spot as he left it. 

He walked up the steps, trying his best to be quiet, but they creaked under his feet. 

Their room door was ajar. 

He peeked in, seeing her tossing and turning in the dark. 

He thought about going in but backed away from the door, heading back downstairs, flipping the lights off before lying down on the couch, grabbing the blanket that they kept on the back of it throwing it over himself. 

He put an arm behind his head, glancing back at where their bedroom was. 

If she wants to leave, I’m not going to waste my breath. 

He turned over, facing the back of the couch, trying to fall asleep. 

At least that's what he told himself to keep his mind at bay. 

——

Rhea woke up alone in their bed from one of the worst night’s sleep she’s had in a while. 

She wiped under her eyes, feeling dried tears still on her skin. 

She sighed deeply before pulling herself out of bed, her bare feet on the cold floor. 

The whole house felt colder. the usual warmth that wrapped around her was gone. 

She looked into the open guest room, hoping he was there, but all she saw was a pillow missing from its spot on the bed. 

She walked down the stairs holding onto the railing. 

Jey heard her coming down the stairs but didn’t move. 

She made her way to the kitchen, brewing a pot of coffee. 

She leaned back against the counter, looking around, spotting Jey lying on the couch on his phone, the missing pillow behind his head and her dark green blanket covering him. 

She let out a sigh of relief, happy he at least came back. 

Ok, ok, just do it. What’s the worst that can happen? She said to herself, walking towards the couch before she could second-guess herself. 

You could’ve gone to a guest room, she said, coming up to the right side of the couch where his feet were. 

He looked up from his phone at her. Mmm, I was cool here. 

You could’ve come to bed; you didn’t have to sleep here, she said sincerely. 

So you trust me enough to sleep in the bed but not enough to believe me? Cool, got it. 

His words were meant to sting, and he had every reason to make them do so. 

Jey She put a hand on the back of the couch. I trust you, she started. I do. I mean, sometimes there’s a voice in the back of my head telling me not to. 

To keep some of my walls up just in case, and when Laila ran into you at the store, it set off alarm bells in my head. 

And I couldn’t help but think the worst, and I got scared, and that doesn’t make what I did okay. I didn’t mean to hurt you last night. 

Her words hung in the air for a moment as he sat up against the armrest, rubbing the back of his neck. 

We both said something last night we regret saying, but Rhea I’m not Dom. I’m not gonna be like Dom. I told you that the day I said I loved you that I would never do that to you, and hey, I get that you were hurt or shit, maybe still hurting, but Rhea, you hurt me when you said that shit. 

He shifted forward on the couch, thinking carefully of his next words. 

Rhea When I think about my life, I see you in it. When I think about the future, you're there by my side. 

I didn’t just introduce you to my folks for nothing, Rhea. I didn’t fight with Roman just because of me and him. 

Rhea I love you; I want to have a life with you, but when you say you don’t trust me, that shit hurts me. 

She knew she messed up. She knew it immediately after he left, but this made her feel even worse, even if it may have been somewhat true. 

She moved to sit on the couch in front of him. 

Jey I want a life with you too. I can’t wait for you to meet my parents and my sister, and it’s nothing you did; you didn’t do anything. It’s me. 

Worry flooded his face as she said that, scared of where she was going with this. 

I know deep down when you say it’s nothing, it’s nothing, but in my head I can’t help but think otherwise, she said, her tone low as she was ashamed she couldn’t let him in the way she wished she could. 

Rhea He put a hand on her cheek, grounding her. A spark of that warmth she was missing this morning instinctively, without thought, leaned into his touch. 

His mind went back to last night in his car with nothing but his thoughts and a new sense of clarity; he opened his mouth to say 

Rhea I love you. I love you so damn much, his voice cracked, but—

That but hit her in the chest like someone was stabbing her in it; she let out a quiet sob that last wall-breaking maybe a little too late. 

And it hit him just as hard. But he let out a stuttered breath as a couple of tears started to fall from his face. I don’t want to hurt you, not on purpose or by accident, and if this…us is hurting you, then I can love you enough to let you go. His voice broke; this isn’t how he wanted it to end, but 

Rhea pulled him closer; he didn’t stop her, his forehead now touching hers, both gently sobbing, his hand still on her cheek, waiting for an answer. 

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I have never actually cry over something I wrote…..so I guess I did good huh? Next chapter gonna be really fun already got the opening figured out (y’all gonna hate it and me)

[laubhaufen97]

Spoilers for 1142:

Yeah he looks like he does maths

We finally finally see Saul in action. And the principal being a good teacher. Look at that smack he does for his student. I like him. On that note: the kids being surprised by them fighting just shows how sheltered they grew up. Which is a good thing in itself, it means they were safe. In this situation though: ouch they don't know how to defend themselves, a reminder why completly abolishing warriors is maybe not a good idea (basing this on old elbaf traditions, never mind the fact that these are literal children who shouldn't have to fight) maybe a hybrid in the future? Teach kids and when they're old enough teach those that are interested how to fight. Unfortunate truth of the one piece world right now is that a nation without warriors/soldiers is a dead nation

I'm not the only one to make a connection to the pied piper. Fun fact: in german it's the rat catcher of Hamelin and it took me way too long to realize that the pied piper was the english translation of the story. On the topic of saul calling it overkill to alert the country: the kids are being kidnapped, there was a giant snake that almost ate another kid and the pe teacher is down what do you mean overkill?

Next load to wander off? If they're right by the kids they actually have a good chance at stopping them early on

Those things look huge. Looks how small Saul looks next to them amd they're super far away. Imagina a strawhat next to those things

Like what do you even do against that? I spy a few interesting figures, especially considering these are the kids fears: the dragon looks a bit like the one on punk hazard but also: maybe a reference to the mural? The was a dragon like thing in the middle. Right above the dragon the basilisk. I'd be scared of that thing as well. Loki for obvious reasons as well as the lightning cloud. It looks a lot like Zeus and in regard to Loki this chapter I feel really sorry for those two kids. Nika confused me at first, like why would they be scared of Nika. Considering the possible translation of Nika as a destroyer and Loki claiming to be the sun god about to destroy the world I guess it makes sense. The kids might have stayed away from the fights but they surely known he stories that the adults tell. The skeleton might be interesting for brook. Poor guy, there's gonna be one child absolutely terrified when they seem him. Bottom lef: is that the mom one of the children is afraid of? Just imagine being told your children are wandering off and somehow their worst fears are brought to life wreaking havok and you just see yourself, I know why I don't want children of my own. Looks a bit like big mom too, none of the children should be old enough to actually know her though. I like how most of these are present on the island in one form or another. The bear and wolf: Loki's friends. Loki is mostly free now, Zeus for the cloud, Luffy for Nika, Brook for the skeleton, Quiligam for the dragon? That's a bit of a stretch though. But the kids gave a chance to literally face their fears, I wonder if that's doing to be important.

I LOVE the mythological references. There were way more this chapter but this panel has the most of them in one place

He's so frigging huge. Hajrudin looks like a human next to a giant. The trio comes up to his boots. He comes up to Lokis boots. We knew he was huge but seeing Loki next to a giant brings this home way better than just Luffy being the height of his shoe sole. Makes more sense now why Ragnir stayed by his side when he was captured, no one could move that thing. At that point I kind of hoped he was aiming to go after the God's Knights. He knows they're coming for the kids, he has a grudge. Hammer time. A 'if you want to keep Elbaf safe let me go to deal with those guys' kind of thing. Certainly not selflessly but helpful either way

And then he decides to do this instead. I'm still not sure how I actually feel about Loki. Is he gonna help? Is he gonna be a menace? I'm hoping for a good ending for him so please stop setting fire to Elbaf. Also: I was right, the 'Elbaf's biggest weakness' thing was an introduction to what's to come.

Well that's interesting. I need to know more about Gunko. Being scared of Nika (with Nika being present in two variations right now plus Bonney being able to take on a Nika adjacent form this might get insanely good) and Sommers "to love is to hurt one another" sounds like there is a lot to Gunko's backstory. Notice the reaction (probably Sommers) to her answer and the background. This is gonna be interesting.

[queserasora]

Nanami Kento | JJK Series: Part 2 of Love Kills | Fem! Reader, She/Her Previous WORD COUNT: 6k and honestly it would have been more if I wasn’t yelling at myself CONTENT: NSFW / public nudity because y/n doesn’t own clothes apparently, oral male giving female receiving, shower shenanigans with more fluff than you would imagine actually, profanity, fingering, vaginal penetration, cervix fucking? Kisses? Whatever the kids are calling it these days, and some moderate amount of creampie  A BAD SUMMARY: The one where Nanami and Y/N get a hotel room to prepare for the mission and to wash off the sweat, the rental car is still on fire, Nanami learns a thing or two about curly hair care, and there is absolutely no smoking allowed in the presidential suite

the rental is still on fire when you begin to walk away, barefoot in only your underwear and too tight black blazer. Nanami walks beside you, mostly dressed save for the jacket he left in the car. you try not to scowl, it wouldn’t be fair to him, after all he had offered you his shoes.

you had declined, not keen on looking further like a clown. 

your pride took precedence in that moment, and it was something you would come quickly to regret.

the asphalt under your bare feet was hot, so you walked with light steps; almost dancing. you could feel Nanami’s eyes on you and he’d occasionally pull you by the elbow away from traffic, doing his best to hide you with his larger body from the passing cars.

this was a ridiculous situation, but even in the face of it, nanami kento never forgot to be a gentleman. the jury was still out on whether you liked that or not.

Luckily, your legs hadn’t given out by the time you reached the hotel, although you almost wish they had. You hesitate entering–dressed as you are, with nothing but your panties and blazer. Nanami stops you before you lose what’s left of your pride, and asks you to wait outside. You decide to hide back by the dumpster after several glances and whispers while you stand near the lobby entrance steal your courage.

Now that the heat of nanami’s mouth was no longer clouding your senses, you realize just how stupid you had been. You had sworn to yourself, every night that you dared to think of him, that you would never allow this to happen; that some fantasies should remain as only that. You had sworn to never clash your mouth against his, never allow yourself to explore the hardened edges of his body. You knew the risks outweigh the benefits of such encounters.

Nanami Kento was too reliable, almost normal. It would be too easy to fall into the trap of dreams and make believe. It would be too easy to end up believing in happily ever afters.

There was no way you could allow that to happen.

He comes out at last, and disrupts your thoughts–casting them askew on the dirty parking lot. 

“I was looking for you,” he says, brows raised. If you hadn’t known him, observed him as obsessively as you did, his annoyance wouldn’t be so evident. Nanami Kento was very good at keeping his expression emotionless. He liked structure, and rules. He adhered to his schedule, and constantly looked at his watch. It was something that had bothered you at first and you felt like a hypocrite. How could you call him rude when you were the very epitome of mannerless?It didn’t help that your questionable alliance with Gojo Satoru only furthered your lack of proper social etiquette.

“It was a little unsettling standing there like this,” you gesture quickly at your mostly naked body, before slipping your arms back over your breasts. You weren’t covering anything up with your arms, you were aware, but keeping them folded in front of you somehow gave you a false sense of security. At this point you would take all the crumbs your greedy little hands could grab on to.

There’s a ghost of a smile that flickers across his lips. It fades quickly, barely a memory. He distracts you by gesturing back towards the hotel entrance. “Then let’s make a quick entrance. I got us a room.”

Your legs move before your brain can click the words together. It isn’t until he urges you into the elevator and the doors shut that you realize what he had said. He didn't misspoke. You heard correctly. A room. Singular.

“Did you get double beds?” You ask him, absolutely sure that he had. Nanami Kento wasn’t Gojo Satoru. He had no reason to play little games; however, he doesn’t answer you. His attention is on the glowing dots above the elevator doors and you watch them in silence along with him; one lighting up after the other.

It is quiet in the elevator and you detest it. Silence was never your friend. Your thoughts were always too loud, too quick to speak up one after the other, barely finishing their sentences before they were onto their next tangent. It was always like this with Nanami. The silences between you filled you with anxiety. You wondered how quickly you would annoy him this time, how badly would you fuck up that he’d never want to work with you again?

You were afraid to be without a partner. That’s what you told yourself, at least. The idea of Nanami, of all people, turning their back on you filled you with dread but why wasn’t it enough to stop you from breaking every rule? Why didn’t it stop you from ignoring him during missions when he would ask you to stand back, to think before you act, to allow him to help you?

Why couldn’t you just get it fucking together for once?

A ding snaps you from your reverie and the elevator doors open. You take a deep breath, and Nanami moves before you, stepping into the corridor. He stops, turning his face slightly. Your breath hitches in your chest, and you curse at yourself. What was that about? Maybe you were due for a health examination.

His shoulders tense; hesitation holding him down. He thinks perhaps he shouldn’t have been so impulsive. He should have pushed a little more at the counter, demanded a room with two beds but they had offered a free upgrade for his troubles at the sight of the black card being held in his fingers.

Nanami hated doing overtime, and he loved saving money. How was he supposed to turn it down?

He swallows the apology he wanted to give, and resumes his walk, assuming you will follow him. He stills for a fraction of a second and continues walking once he feels your presence slowly coming up behind him. It wasn’t like you to stick close when he wanted you to. You were unpredictable, and untameable. God knows he had tried, multiple times. You fought him tooth and nail over everything, and skittered around conversations that didn’t involve you asking him to buy you some instant ramen, or a cup of coffee. On occasion, on particularly hard missions when the mini bar of the hotel was very tempting, you’d reveal little jagged pieces of yourself with flushed cheeks and glassy eyes. He held on to those, tucking them in the inside pocket of his blazer.

Still, the only time you ever cooperated with him was to agree with him that Gojo Satoru was the bane of both of your existences. 

That’s why it had surprised him how compliant you had become in the car, of course, before it all blew up in your faces.

He tries to push you out of his thoughts as he opens the door to the room. Your body heat makes it intolerable to be near so he quickly side steps away from you once inside. You are too busy taking in the suite, the expansive floor to ceiling windows, to notice the way his hands fall on his hips, the way his mouth gapes for air once your back is turned.

Perhaps he over estimated himself. He was a gentleman, he tells himself. He could survive the night without touching you, he tries to convince himself as his eyes wander down the length of your legs, eyes resting on the muscular meatiness of your calves. 

Thoughts of how your skin would taste on his tongue prickle the back of his mind, and he counters them by pointing at the bathrobes hanging by the bathroom door. “You should shower first,” he tells you, breathing harshly through his nose. He battles the images of you writhing under his touch. 

You don’t respond quick enough for his liking, so he walks hurriedly towards the bathrobes. He grabs one, almost bringing down the hook rack from the door. When he turns to fling it at you, in a hope of keeping you away from him and his pent up lust, he sees you standing there in nothing but a blazer, and your panties, pressed up against the glass like a kid at a candy shop.

Your hands are flush against the glass, eyes bright as they take in the ocean across the street. You turn your face and smile at him, cheeks pink like the sky being kissed by the sinking sun.

“The sunset is beautiful, Nanamin,” you say, voice dyed with awe. He swallows a hard lump, and clenches his hands into fists. “You should come look.”

He nods, and stays rooted to where he is, feet refusing to follow his commands. “I can see it from here,” he breathes out, voice low and grating. The sunset is indeed beautiful, he notices, when he tears his eyes away from you long enough to take it in. He blinks, trying to capture the image of you against the glass, the ocean and the pastel sky in his mind.

This would haunt him, he knew. He should try harder to forget. He should try harder to resist the urge to press you against the glass wall, just so that he can see you painted under his hands in front of the watercolor sky

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs as he steps towards you, hand outstretched. Heart beating against his ears, he makes his move. “I was being rude. Let me have a look.” You feel a warmth slip under your blazer as his hand presses against the small of your back. As you turn to meet him, surprised by his sudden appearance he grasps your wrists in his, forcing you against the glass.

“Nanami,” you squeak in surprise, wiggling your fingers as he holds your wrists over your head. The cool glass against your skin sends shivers down your spine. At least, that’s what you’re telling yourself.

“Kento,” he reminds you with narrowed eyes, looking down at his nose. “Don’t move, please. I’m trying to watch the view you were talking about.” One of his thighs slips between your legs, and you find yourself holding your breath. You’re not sure of the reason except that it feels urgent; as if you’d fall if you didn’t. He leans into you, pressing his chest against you. The difference in heights places your face against his clavicle. You tilt your head up into his neck instead, trying to get away from the scent of sweat and cologne clinging to his skin.

It doesn’t work. It was a terrible attempt. He floods your senses, aching hot, pulsing through your body. He doesn’t seem to care, in your opinion, as he peers out the window with his chin on the top of your head.

“You should really take a shower,” his voice is gravely, almost a growl. It freezes you, and thaws you immediately; a terrible contradiction–one that could prove fatal if you didn’t get away fast enough. With your hands over your head, his fingers gripping your wrists tightly, you become irritated at his request. How did he expect you to do anything in this situation, especially with his thigh pressing against the heat between your legs? His mouth brushes against your fingers, and you barely contain their twitching. He nips at your knuckles, drops a kiss on the back of one hand.

“I-I–I would love to take a shower,” you say at last, ashamed of your stuttering. “But it seems like your mouth says one thing, and your body has another idea.”

That was bold of you. You are well aware. You’re wondering if this would be enough to shake him to his senses, to remind him of who he was; Nanami Kento the man just outside of your reach.

He is distraught. Your fingers captivate him, as he continues to brush his lips lightly against them. There is a carnal urge to plop each and every one into his mouth; to suck on them with leisure, not a care of the ticking clock on the wall.

Tick. Tock. He licks the inside of one wrist. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. He presses his open mouth against it, and sucks loudly. 

Tick. Tock. Tick.

You jolt out from under him, almost stumbling towards the bathroom. He follows you, picking up the discarded bathrobe he had dropped on the ground; the one he had meant to give you before he was wholly distracted by your brown skin set aglow by the sunset. 

“Go on then,” he instructs, pointing his head in the direction of the bathroom. You walk backwards, feeling like a corralled prey. There is a sense of danger, a need to escape. Typically when it came to fight or flight your response was always fight; an innate need to put your life at risk. You had contemplated why that was before, and did not reach any conclusions you liked. Perhaps you didn’t find your life that valuable after all.

Yet somehow, today, it seemed imperative that you survived. 

You did not wish to question it further. Your ass bumps into the door, and you bounce slightly. Nanami smirks at the sight, humming darkly as he tilts his head. 

“Nice cushion,” he jokes as he approaches you. Your heart is hammering away, rattling the bars of your ribs. There is a whooshing sound, deafening, in your ears. He is close enough again that you smell the sweat and dirt off of him. His hand reaches out and you feel yourself falling backwards at the creak of the door.

His reflexes never disappoint. He is quick to grab you by the waist, moving you backwards. Your legs feel heavy, and useless. All you seem capable of doing is watching him. His gaze never leaves your face. You feel it floating over your lips, the bit of exposed cleavage through the blazer. Underneath the fabric, your nipples harden, shaming you some more.

“Is this necessary?” You hiss, face feeling hot. In your embarrassment you found the last dregs of your pride. You cling on to them with sharpened nails. “I can shower by myself, thank you very much.”

“Can you?” he asks with another tilt of his head. He hasn’t removed his arm where it was wrapped around your waist. Once again, you are trapped between him and glass–this time the glass of the shower. He keeps you there, as irritation grows. His thigh was too good at finding its home between your legs. He presses it up against your crotch eliciting a gasp. You’re too afraid to move even as he pulls on the door handle of the clear shower door with one hand.

His other hand undoes the singular button keeping  your blazer from exposing your breasts.

You curse his nimble fingers, and the way your breasts react to the cool air of the room. If your nipples weren't hard before, they surely were now. He looks down at them, his eyes darkening. You slap his hand away, thinking that if you shove your nose in the air high enough it’ll bring back some of your dignity.

It does not, and he laughs at you, slipping the blazer off your shoulders.

“Why are you upset?” he asks you, leaning down to drop a kiss on each shoulder. You shiver and turn around, not wanting to look at him as you hook your thumb under the elastic of your underwear.

“I’m not upset,” you deny. You feel your nostrils flare, a tell tale sign. You’re thankful you’re not facing him but there’s a light reflection on one of the glass panels of the shower. You see him smirk as you bend over slightly to lower your panties over your knees. You stand up right, shimmy until they’re at your ankles. Your leg swings out and you kick them somewhere far, not really caring where.

He laughs again as you get in the shower, fumbling with the knobs. You hear him ask if that means then that you’re embarrassed. The water comes pouring down, quieting his laughter. You stand directly under the shower with your eyes closed, ignoring his question.

He is doing his best, goddammit. He is a gentleman, but he was also a sinner.

He removes his clothes quickly, before he does something stupid like jump in fully clothed. The packed travel bag had been left in the flaming vehicle. He couldn’t really afford to have wet clothes at the moment.

When he joins you in the shower, you are completely soaked. Your curls are now wet wavy tendrils stuck to your neck and your back. He takes in a sharp breath, feeling his cock react at the sight of you; the way drops of water cling to your thighs. He takes residency at the back of the shower, and watches you as you glance at him sideways. Water clings to your lashes, it pours over your breasts, arching over erect nipples.

If he moved from his spot, you would never make it out of this shower without him attached.

You try to ignore him. You had made the mistake of glancing his way while searching for the little bar of hotel soap. The sight of his erection, pink tip calling out to you was enough to make you aroused. You curse at your libido, thinking it its own form of curse. As far as curses went, this one was useless. It would not help you in battle.

You choose to focus your emotions instead, and choose anger. You are angry at the cheap hotel shampoo, and you shake the tiny bottle in Nanami’s direction. “This…crap,” you say, standing under the shower, water pelting your skin. “Does nothing but dry out my curls.” You watch him even as water pours down your face, his figure fluid and moving. 

He humors you, anything to keep from reaching out. “I’m sorry,” he says on behalf of the hotel franchise–if that would please you, he’d repeat it again. “They really should consider some research.” He watches you flip open the lid. An urge flutters in his chest. His hands move before he can chastise them. He takes the bottle from you, and pours some on the crook of his palm. “Allow me.”

You’re too taken aback to put up a fight. He is standing in front of you, naked, with water splattering against his chest. He pulls you gently with one hand away from the shower. You watch him, feeling your cheeks catch fire. His fingers are in your hair, rubbing your scalp. He uses enough pressure to massage and lather. Your eyes close before you can think to fight it. It feels so good, you don’t want him to stop. Your hands find his chest, and you rest them there, feeling his muscles move slightly under your palms.

“Is that good?” he asks you. There is amusement weaved in his words. He watches your face, calm and serene, as he continues to massage your scalp. He liked your fiery mouth that never knew how to shut up even at the cost of his peace; but he liked this side of you as well.

Just as gently as before, he moves you both under the water. His hands move softly through your hair, rinsing the shampoo off. You open your eyes, a little peek–you tell yourself, and it was your mistake. Your heart skips a beat at the sight of him; cheeks tinted pink, his hair plastered on his forehead, water running down the tip of his nose, pouring off his bottom lip.

“Kento,” you breathe out, hands still on his chest. He frowns as he runs his fingers through your hair, gently untangling as best as he can. 

“Don’t say my name like that,” his words sound almost like a whine. Your heart beats even faster as you contemplate that. Why was there a distant sadness behind his eyes? Before you can investigate further, he pulls his gaze away from you, and buries his face on your neck. Instinct wins, and you tilt your head back, giving him more access. His tongue is hot in contrast with the almost cold temperature of the shower. 

Your hands slide from his chest, over his shoulders, where you wrap them around his neck keeping him close to you.

“Why not?” You ask him, fingers tangling in his wet hair. “I thought you wanted me to call you Kento.”

He nips at your neck, mumbling something you don’t catch. His lips move to your ear. “You should finish with your hair first. Don’t you need to untangle it?’

You hum wondering when Nanami Kento became verse in anything to do with your curly hair. Your eyes wander around the shower, trying to find what you need but Nanami keeps cutting into your view, his mouth now hungrily leaving kisses on your jawline.

“I saw a comb,” he mumbles against the corner of your mouth. You turn your face to catch his lips but he avoids you, brushing his nose against yours instead. “By the sink.”

You figured you might as well wash your body in that case, and turn away from him, feeling embarrassed at the idea. You quickly lather your body, feeling Nanami’s eyes on you. Unable to take it anymore, you shove the bar of soap at him.

“Don’t just stare at me,” you say, sounding like a petulant child even to your own ears. He only smiles, and it is evident to you that he is holding back from laughing; again.

As he lathers, you try your best to pretend to be completely busy with conditioning your hair. Your fingers work at your wet curls, massaging, and ensuring your ends are coated enough. Meanwhile, your eyes take the absolute work of art in front of you. You are enraptured by the way bubbles form over his tan skin, how lather slinks lazily down the edges of his abs, and down his meaty thighs.

You swallow harshly, at the sight of his hardened cock, partially concealed by his dark blond fuzz and foamy white bubbles. A sigh escapes your mouth. You turn quickly to rinse off some of the excess conditioner before you can see the smirk form on Nanami’s mouth.

You don’t announce your departure and simply exit the shower before he can stop you. You feel like a newborn fawn, stumbling towards the sink. 

“It’s right there,” he says, stepping out from the shower after shutting off the water. He slips into a bathrobe, and walks towards you. You grasp the comb as he places the robe over your wet body. You slip your arms through the sleeves. Words form in your throat but you forget them, when he gently takes one of your hands in his, and leads you out of the bathroom.

“Kento,” you say his name again, a breathy prayer. Why was he doing this to you? Your heart had just started to slow down, and it continued its desperate race again; anything to get away from its natural enemy. 

“Hmm?” he hums, as he pushes you down to sit on the edge of the bed. His fingers pluck the comb from your hand. ��Please let me.”

He had dreamed of you, too often. He had learned to become ashamed of it. The dreams were sometimes so vastly different from each other he couldn’t understand his own feelings. At first he was convinced it was nothing but lust. He was depriving himself of release. Having reached that conclusion, he had tried beating it out of himself, moaning in bed as he tried not to think of you, his hand furiously pumping his pulsing cock.

But he always thought of you when he did, and it never worked at keeping you away.

He had dreamed of your voice moaning his name. He dreamed of kissing your skin, every inch until he had memorized the way you tasted. He had dreamed of holding you against him in bed, burying his face in your hair until the smell of your shampoo lulled him to sleep. 

Maybe it was lust. Maybe it was something a little bit different.

You don’t stop him. You never do. He glides the comb through your hair delicately. You can tell he’s trying his best not to hurt you. You bite back a smile.

“You need to be a little more forceful if you’re going to do that, Kento,” you tell him, turning your head slightly. His face is just out of sight, but you think you see his brows knit together. He grasps your hair, and starts combing the ends when you prompt him. You praise him when he manages to untangle half your hair, and hold back the urge to slap him when he gets the comb stuck in a knot. 

“Sorry sorry,” he mumbles at the top of your head, and drops a kiss that stills you. You feel it travel down your spine, electrifying your toes and fingers. He finishes quickly after, and palms the hair that has fallen out. “You shed…” he says and you fix him with an impatient look. He smiles. “It’s the size of a fat hamster. You want to keep it?”

You take it silently from his hand and throw it at the bin, missing it entirely. 

“Let’s not worry about that right now,” you tell him, turning to face him. You run your fingers through your hair, fluffing up your curls. Eagerly, he joins you, hands brushing against yours. You laugh at his fascination. “What is with you and my hair?”

There is a sheepish smile on his face; one that looks out of place. It takes your breath away.

“I just..” he stops to pull his hands away from your hair, but they find your face instead. His eyes are on your mouth, and you feel as if he is sucking the breath out of your lungs through them. “You never tell me about yourself. I want to know.”

You feel guilty. He was right, of course. You had done that on purpose. It was your modus operandi; your act of self preservation.

“Why?” you ask him, and wish you hadn’t. You didn’t want to know. You shouldn’t know. You want to take it back.

“I don’t know,” he says quietly, a whispered confession only meant for you. “I don’t know but I want to find out. Won’t you let me?”

It is too late to take it back. His truth is something you can’t erase. The words burn your skin. Smoke clouds your senses; the aftermath of your scorched soul. You feel like death; like falling.

His mouth is on yours, pulling you to his reality. In your mind you know you should put up a fight, claw at his face and run away. In your mind you know this will only end in tragedy; an avoidable disaster. You know this, and more, but you open your mouth to let him in. You moan against him when he sucks on your tongue and pushes the robe off your shoulders.

His kisses are blistering against your skin, his hands travel over your body unannounced with no apparent plan. He pushes you back on the bed, and straddles you. He stops only to take off his robe before he pounces on you again, desperate to taste all of your mouth. His tongue is invasive, and demanding, kisses growing more sloppy the longer he savors you. You feel his hardened cock against your soft belly, precum smearing against your skin.

You can’t wait any longer. Your fingers reach between your bodies to wrap around the base of his cock. Slowly, you stroke up and down, brushing your thumb against the slit. He moans against your neck, as he moves his hips against you, desperately wanting you to continue. He kisses you like he had dreamed about, every inch of your neck, down the middle of your breasts. He kisses your hips, the top of your knees. He presses his lips against the inside of one thigh, takes a deep breath of your skin; the mundane scent of hotel soap quickly becomes intoxicating.

Your back arches as he moves upwards, opening his mouth to take as much as your wet cunt he could into his mouth. His tongue laps at your folds, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the slight salty taste. He uses his hands to part your lips, and he drags his tongue against the slot of your pussy, before slipping his tongue inside you.

You shout his name, fingers clutching strands of dirty blond hair. He barely hears you. His blood pumps loudly in his ears, he feels like a man possessed, devouring your cunt as if this would be the one thing to grant him salvation. He teases your swollen bud with his tongue, flicking and sucking in turns.

When he hears you cry out his name again, he slips a finger inside you, then two.

“There you go again,” he pants against your thigh before he bites down. You cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. “You keep saying my name like that and expect me to act with reason.”

He was a reasonable man. A goddamn gentleman, but if you kept saying his name as if you were offering yourself up as sacrifice what was a man supposed to do except accept?

Fuck reason, he thinks viciously, as he pulls himself up from between your legs. He kneels on the bed, and pulls you by the hips to him. With one hand, he adjusts the tip of his throbbing cock against your wet opening. He grabs one of your legs stretched out in the air and holds it against him.

Your hands falter, they find his abdomen. Fingers dance across his muscles. You feel a plea trying to find its way out but no matter how you push it won’t go. You want to ask him to be gentle; maybe ask him to reconsider. You think, if Nanami Kento fucks you, you’ll never be the same again.

He doesn’t give you that privilege.

He slams his hips against yours, bottoming out inside you in one stroke. A groan that lifts your back off the bed is cut off as you run out of breath. You take in a loud gasp as you try to adjust around him, feeling your pussy clench around his thick length. 

“Oh, Kento,” you pant, hands desperately pushing at his pelvis. “You’re in too deep.”

He grits his teeth as he looks down at you. His chest moves quickly as his breaths come in ragged. His jaw is tense, shoulders unmoving.

“I’m doing my fucking best here,” he says, trying to keep his voice steady and low. He doesn’t mean to come off mean, but you were being unreasonable. “Just relax.”

You think of cussing him out, and running for your life. Once again, he denies you that privilege. He leans over you, your leg still in his possession. You bend your knee, ankle now over his shoulder. You whine, and bite your bottom lip, try your best to glare at him.

“I’m not that bendy,” you spit through clenched teeth. He watches you for a second, and seems to choose to ignore you. You pull on his hair but he is on your breasts, sucking on your nipples with newfound greed. You moan, feeling yourself become even wetter. His hips are moving, very slowly; a new kind of torture.

“Kento, what are you–” You’re cut off by him hissing, bringing his annoyed face close to yours.

“What do you want?” he asks you, face riddled with frustration. “Tell me. And I'll give it to you.” The truth was you didn’t know what you wanted. He sees your lack of response as an unnecessary delay. He only had so much time with you, why were you taking it up with useless hesitations?

“You are a nuisance sometimes,” he says against your breast, taking his time to wrap his tongue against your nipples. You shiver, and whimper, fingers rolling over the muscles of his back. “You don’t have to fight me over everything.”

He was right. He was often right. You close your eyes and loosen your hold on him. Your body relaxes under his touch, his hands gripping your breasts as he nips at your sensitive parts.

“Just let go,” he asks you, pulling away to look down at you. His hair is a mess, his face is flushed as he adjusts your legs again, folding your knees against your chest. You moan, feeling him move deeper.

His hips begin to move again, picking up speed. He thrusts in you, as he falls over you, keeping his mouth next to one of your ears. Even through his pants, and low moans, you hear the squelching of your pussy every time he pushes inside you. You bite down on your lip, desperately trying to keep quiet. It wasn’t that you wanted to deprive him of anything; he kept asking you to say his name but you were selfish. You enjoyed the lewd sounds of your soaking wet pussy being pounded by his cock; loved to hear the sound of his balls slapping against your ass.

“You’re being mean,” he growls against your neck, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips; hard enough to bruise. “Why can’t you give me what I want?”

You whimper. “It’s not that,” you breathe out, a yelp flying past your teeth as he changes the angle of his hips slightly. Your thoughts are scattered as the tip of his cock begins hitting your cervix.

“Then what?” he hisses through his teeth. His eyes want to close at the pleasure but he doesn’t want to miss the way you squirm underneath him. He can’t believe how wet you are; how it feels like you keep sucking him back in. He picks up the pace even more, thrusts becoming sloppy and merciless.

You become unbound. He holds you tightly as you try to get away from him, your cries urging him on.

“See? It wasn’t so hard,” he says with a small smile. You barely see it through your tears, your moans become unintelligible noises. You lick your lips, feeling drool fall down the corner of your mouth. Kento licks up your chin, taking care of it for you. It was just as well, you felt like collapsing. Your muscles ached, and your pussy felt puffy and overstimulated. You could feel yourself so close. You try to tell him, try to urge him on but no words come out.

He slips his hands under your head, holds you up so he can watch your face; watch how it contorts every time he pushes inside you. He smiles softly before he presses his forehead against yours. “That’s my girl,” he says, chest full.

He chases his high the more you cry. The way your pussy milks him when you cum isn’t something he is used to. He loses the battle and spills inside you. He watches with mild awe the way his cum seeps out between his cock from your pussy, milky white against the soaked bed sheets. His hips roll gently against yours, still feeling high from ecstasy.

You kiss his cheeks as your fingers dance over his jawline. He chuckles, nipping at them. “You, and your little fingers,” he mumbles against them, taking an index finger into his mouth for a suck. 

You hum as he does, chest burning. “I think I need a smoke.”

He releases your finger with a pop, and glares down at you. “This is a non-smoking room.”

“Oh, come on,” you say with a crooked grin, doing your best to roll a strand of his hair around one finger tip. “I’m sure you can think of some excuse if they ask.”

“Am I joke to you?”

[4fifiandtheflowertots4]

HOUSE OF THE DUTCH

Part 4

You've never considered yourself a fast runner, but your feet are slapping against the concrete at such a rate you swear you're leaving dints in the ground. Your bag and food was left abandoned at the cafe, Domi walking back to see an absent chair. You turn a corner, then another, looking as the house appeared in the distance, not even stopping to take a breath. Your knees were trembling with anxiousness as you fiddled with the keys to the door until eventually it gave way and you shouldered your way through it. (The events not entirely dissimilar to Kerstin's this morning, had you been home for her to tell you the story of her eventful outing.) Your speed continued as you skidded into the house, almost slipping over the mud left in a suspiciously foot-shaped pile. Your shoes are pulled off and left by the side of the stairs to prepare for your search of the house.

However, it didn't take much searching for you to realise she was sat with her legs curled on the sofa, Kiwi on her lap and Derry Girls on the TV. She'd turned to see what the commotion was, but slid into her position from before, before you could meet her eye. The sight of her made you lose the ounce of confidence you had left.

"..Hi."

There's a hum in response, and you take that as an incentive to move closer towards her. You lean over the back of the sofa, entertaining yourself by taking a particular interest into Orla biting on a lollipop.

"This show looks good. I'll have to watch it." You try to engage in a conversation other than the one you knew you had to have soon. All you receive is another hum and a small meow as Kiwi sleeks up to you. You lean down and give her a stroke, still hovering around as the show continued to play.Then the episode ends and the safety blanket is taken. "Kerstin.. I really need to talk to you."

She kind of jumps, not realising you were still there, before recovering. "Really." She says it like a question but you know it was a statement, a sarcastic one at that.

Your feet shuffle nervously across the floor as you wonder if it's best to sit down and talk to her, rather than stand above her. She gets the same idea, and points to the other end of the sofa as to where she is. You take a seat quickly, fiddling with the end of your shirt, cursing Jill for picking out something so tight fitting and making you feel exposed. There's an awkward silence as you try and decide the correct words to use to break the news lightly.

"I.. spoke to Jill." You hope she gets what your meaning.

Kerstin sits up straight, scaring Kiwi off her lap. "Why on earth would you do that?"

"Please don't be angry, I didn't mean to, it just came out and now she knows and.. she helped me."

Kerstin looks dead, the only striking thing about her the deep, sharp, stare of her piercing eyes. "Why would you do that?"

"Kerstin I was struggling. I needed.. I needed to explain what was going on so she could help.. she feels bad. She wants what's best for me, Kerstin." You pause, seeing whether you need to speak the last sentence or whether she can get the hint. Her eyes urge you to continue. "She thinks you're best for me."

Your heart is telling you to look up and gauge her reaction, but your head forces your eyes down to prevent further embarrassment. Luckily, you don't have to make that decision, as a soft hand lifts your chin up. She opens her mouth like she was about to speak but shuts it softly, her entire focus lost in the glassy gaze on your eyes. It stays like that for a little time, the TV buzzing in the background, Kiwi scratching at her post, the airfryer beeping to signify the end of its run. But it was quiet, mostly. Her breath was fanning across your face ever so slightly, eyes flickering across the most prominent features (and each individual freckle that one less perceptive might have missed)

"Do you think I'm best for you?" She whispers, so quiet even the fly on the wall wouldn't have been able to pick up on the noise. You followed the map your heart spread out, each route leading to the same answer, each spot marked 'x' the same golden treasure. It was clear which way it wanted you to go, even the drum of your pulse almost screaming out her name.

"Everything stops when I see you. Every worry and problem and issue.. it disappears." You pause and take a breath in. "I don't think there's anyone whose possibly any better for me than you."

The same hand that lifted your chin comes to rest on your cheek, a gentle (yet confident) grip keeping you from turning away. "I'm sorry I stopped talking to you. I'm sorry we stopped communicating." You nod in acceptance of her apology. "I hope you know I did if for your benefit."

You think your heart has just melted out of its wall of protection.

"Maybe next time let me make the decisions as to what benefits me." She nods and let's out a broken laugh.

"So what benefits you the most now. Going on a date or collecting as many snacks as we have in the house and watching a movie?"

You give her a pointed look. She smirks and leaps out her chair, going straight to the kitchen. "Do you want to go get changed while I microwave the popcorn? I saw you pull your top about quite a bit." Her perceptiveness makes you smile, and you get up to head for your bedroom.

It doesn't take you long to pull on your pajamas, but before you can make it back down stairs, the door is pushed open by Kerstin, holding a tray full of snacks and a vase full of flowers. She passes you the flowers first. "I.. I had a plan this morning. To, er, I don't know, make you fall in love with me or something I'm not sure. I bought you these, though. Fresh from that market you like."

Tulips, your favourite. They gleam in the strip of sunlight shining through the window.

"Oh Kerstin, they're beautiful!" You give her a kiss on the cheek, causing a bright blush to join the faint lipstick marks left by your lips. "Thank you. Your plan definetly worked."

"What?" Her eyes open so wide it makes you laugh.

"Nothing." She places the tray on your bedside table and crawls into bed next to you, trying to decide the best positioning but failing quite miserably. You let her wiggle about for a bit, stifling a giggle when she gives up and huffs. You sit up. “Here, you get comfy and ill work around you.” Kerstin pulls the cushions up until she's in a sitting position with her back against the backboard. She crossed her legs and pulls the quilt over her legs then nods, signalling to you that she's comfortable.

“Can I.. put my legs over you?” You ask softly, prepared to back up if you see just a second of uncomfort on her face. She nods and pulls your legs closer to her. You lay sideways, head on her shoulder, legs over hers and hands tangled in the softness of her shirt. Her arm instinctively comes to wrap around your midsection and hold you tighter against her, then grabs the remote for the TV using her other hand. “So what are we watching, pretty?”

Instead of answering, you put your hand on top of hers on the remote and began pressing buttons until the same show Kerstin was watching earlier begins to play on the screen, Dutch subtitles on the bottom of the screen (it was a slow learning process)

“Are you sure?”

You shrug at her “Orla’s hot.”

She let's out a chuckle behind you and kisses your temple. “Okay then.”

A/n: Part 5 I'd kind of in 2 parts but I think I'll release it as one thing so you'll have to wait until it'd fully written (it's taking forever) last chances as to who you want her to end up with!! Let me know directly or leave a comment - I do read them