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To Yearn Is But To Know The Ache

Summary: Ever since his childhood, Aegon knows you to be reliable. You are his maid and you have helped him hide his love affairs for as long as he can remember. You are always there, until one day you aren’t anymore.

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Maid!Reader

Word count: 5177 words

Warnings: no description for the reader except she’s female, longing, yearning, infidelity, brief abuse from alicent, forbidden love, friends to lovers, soft!miserable!aegon, bittersweet ending, open ending, no mention of Y/N

Notes: This is based on this request. I hope you like it, even though I changed some things about the ending. Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated. Enjoy 💛

The first time you helped him hide his love affairs was when he was fifteen.

You, a young maid of the castle, personally dedicated to him because you were his age, came unannounced to his room one morning, believing he was still asleep.

Instead, you found him in bed with a woman considerably older than him. She was naked, and so was he.

You had accidentally dropped the tray containing his wine and breakfast, and the loud sound of a plate breaking on the hard stone floor of the castle had immediately jolted him and the whore awake.

His eyes had widened when he saw you standing in the doorway, so confused and innocent.

"Apologies, I—I did not mean to disturb you," you stammered uncertainly, already stumbling back a step.

"No, stop, wait!" the young prince quickly called after you, while the woman was already getting up, putting on her thin dress, and counting the gold coins the prince had drunkenly pressed into her hand the night before.

You stood there, confused, looking down at the floor with flushed cheeks, as he was still naked and you could see almost everything of him.

"I—" he began, but then stopped again. What could he possibly say in this situation? You saw it.

"She has to get out of here," he finally said pleadingly.

You stood in the doorway for another moment, wiping your clammy hands on your already dirty apron. He did not want to know how much work you had already had to do while he was still lying in bed, sleeping peacefully next to the woman who had taken his virginity the night before. It was the first time he had ever slept with a woman.

The prince's gaze was pleading, and you could not help but quickly rush to the chest where the laundry was kept. You pressed several dirty sheets into the woman's hands before heading straight to His Grace‘s wardrobe.

You pulled out a rather unassuming brown cloak and draped it over the woman's shoulders, concealing the thinness of her dress. The front was concealed by the amount of linen she was carrying.

Aegon admired, wide-eyed, how quickly you acted and how quickly you seemed to know what to do.

It was still clear that this woman did not belong to the castle, but since it was early morning, you simply hoped that the people milling around would not pay any special attention to the two of you.

No one paid any attention to the servants.

"You follow me, keep your head down, and do not say a word, understand?" you asked the strange woman, who was almost two heads taller than you.

She scoffed: "Why should anyone listen to you, little one? It seems to me you only recently started working here if you think this will actually work."

Your gaze lowered again, but Aegon sat up in his bed, the sheets wrapped around his waist so his lower half would be covered.

"And you are a whore I paid to follow me into my chambers. She is in my service. You will listen to her and you will ask no questions," he commanded in a firm voice he hardly recognized himself as using.

The woman bowed slightly. "Of course, my prince."

A small smile played at the corners of your mouth, and you curtsied as well. "Thank you, my prince."

With these words, you finally turned around and hurried out of the chambers with the woman in tow, hoping you would not be approached.

And you were lucky.

No one noticed you smuggling the prince's whore out of his chambers.

They did not notice the second time, nor the third, nor the fourth. The fifth time, you thought you were invisible, because how could it be that no one noticed the two giggling ladies who were still drunkenly following you around before you released them onto one of the secret passageways?

The years passed, and you continued to serve the eldest prince. You brought him breakfast and wine, laid out his clothes, made his bed, and smuggled the women he paid to sleep with him out of the castle.

It made him happy, and you enjoyed his gratitude.

However, something also changed as time passed.

You were no longer just his maid, but also his friend. The only one he had.

You were like the only shining star in a dark night sky. Like the single ray of moonlight that fell through the clouds at night.

He was your prince. The man to whom you were subordinate and to whom you had to show obedience, otherwise you would lose your work. You truly liked him, with all your heart and soul, but you knew you could not allow yourself to dream. You were merely a servant, and if you were gone, he would probably simply replace you.

A knock on the wooden door to your small chamber awoke you, still in bed, startled because for a moment you thought you had accidentally overslept and left your prince waiting.

But to your surprise, it was still the middle of the night.

Sleepily, still wearing only your thin nightgown, your hair loose and messy, you trudged to the door and opened it, only to find Aegon standing before you, a grin on his lips.

"Good morning, my little mouse," he greeted you in a mischievous tone. The one you knew all too well.

You were both grown up by now. He was married with two children, and you were still his favorite handmaiden. His only friend and the only person he trusted wholeheartedly.

"My prince? It is the middle of the night," you said sleepily, even stifling a yawn.

"True, yes. And please, call me Aegon. I have been telling you that for years," he replied with a sigh as he leaned against the doorframe, his amethyst-colored eyes looking you up and down.

He so rarely saw you without your uniform. He thought you were much prettier without it.

"And I keep telling you that I cannot."

A theatrical sigh escaped him and he hung his head. Why did you have to be so stubborn?

"Why not? We are alone right now, are we not?" he asked you, shaking his head, which made his already uncombed strands of hair even more tangled.

"That is true, but someone could come by at any time, and if they hear me call you by name, I risk losing my job," you explained seriously, folding your arms across your chest.

"But no one is coming right now!" the prince argued.

Now you were the one who sighed. "Why are you here, Aegon?"

When he heard his name roll off your tongue, he immediately looked back up at you, his eyes shining as if you had just breathed new life into them.

"I came because I wanted to ask you, my dear, if you would accompany me to the city?"

You looked at him as if he had lost his mind.

"Are you mad?" you asked him, your eyes widening, your fingers tightening on the handle of your door. You could slam the door in his face at any time, because you knew he would not report it. He needed you so you could hide all his affairs.

But you did not know that he did not need you just for that. He needed you like a flower needs the sun.

"Possibly," he replied with a chuckle. "So, what is your answer?"

"No!" you said immediately, perhaps a little louder than necessary.

"Shhh, little mouse, not so loud," he quickly countered, placing a hand over your mouth, which you quickly removed.

"Do not call me that," you said quickly, feeling a blush spread across your cheeks.

"What? You mean mouse? But that is what you are. My quiet little mouse," he replied instead, a smile forming on his lips and a playful gleam in his eyes.

"You are awful," you said instead, which made him chuckle in turn.

"So is that a yes or a no?" he asked again, leaning a little closer, causing your breathing to quicken.

"A no," you answered, and he nodded.

He had known you would not come with him. You would not make it that easy.

"Are you sure?" he asked with a mischievous grin.

Oh, you hated that grin.

"Go away, you fool," you giggled, closing the door with rosy cheeks.

The prince sighed, turned, and disappeared into the entrance to the secret passages known to few in the castle.

He hoped he would be able to show them to you thoroughly one day.

The next time Prince Aegon knocked on your door in the middle of the night, it was neither quiet nor discreet. It was panicked and loud, and you jumped out of bed the moment you heard it.

You rushed to the door, your nightgown wrinkled and not quite right in places, and your hair a disaster, and opened it, and what you saw broke your heart.

Aegon stood at your door, tears streaming down his porcelain cheeks like waterfalls and a fear in his eyes that made you tremble.

"My prince?" you asked cautiously, and just as you were about to lean toward him and place a gentle hand on his arm, he practically threw himself into your arms.

His face was buried in the crook of your neck and his arms wrapped around your waist as if you were the only thing keeping him alive.

You were overwhelmed. What was happening?

"Please, please, I do not want to—I cannot—" he cried desperately.

Your hands wandered into your hair and you tried to calm him by running your fingers through his mane.

"What do you not want, my prince?" you asked him in a gentle voice, even though you were more confused than ever.

"I do not want to be king, please, please—I cannot," he sobbed, his whole body shaking.

His crying grew louder, and you took slow steps backward, pulling him with you, until you were finally able to close the door and you stood alone with him in your dark, small room.

He had only been in here once or twice before, but he would stay here forever if it meant he would not have to wear the crown.

"What happened?"

He did not answer, just shook his head and watered your thin nightgown with his desperate tears. Meanwhile, he held on tight. The warmth of your body mingled with his and your scent filled his nostrils.

You were so warm and soft and all he wanted was to lose himself in you.

"Aegon?" you begged as you began to stroke his back tenderly, choosing to call him by his name this time.

Another sob escaped him before he finally managed to take a deep breath: "My father is dead."

Your eyes widened and his shoulders tensed, your hands no longer roaming his back.

You were holding the soon-to-be King of the Seven Kingdoms in your arms. You. A simple servant.

Since the moment the queen chose you as his maid, since the moment you first helped him hide his love affairs, you were his friend.

A good friend. Probably his only one.

And, by the gods, he needed you. When you were not there to brighten his days, he did not know what to do.

"They will crown me king, but I... I do not want that," he whimpered through tears that still wet his cheeks and made his face shine in the soft moonlight.

You nodded understandingly, because you have had this conversation before. The last time a few weeks ago, the first time three years ago.

"I want to be free, I want to live my life," he finally said, leaning back slowly so he could look into your eyes.

Your beautiful eyes, in which he could lose himself day after day and which he dreamed of at night. Over and over again, as if he were cursed.

But even if you were a witch, he would still run after you. Even if you had him under a curse, he would still come back to you again and again.

"Why are you here?" you asked him gently, tilting your head. You probably understood him better than anyone else, but you did not know why he had come to you tonight.

Deep down, you probably did know, but you did not want to admit it.

"I need help. I want to get away from here. I want to live a different life somewhere, a better one, and I wanted to ask you for help."

You shook your head, but he was not finished.

"Help me escape, darling."

"No, I—" you immediately tried to contradict him, but he was once again faster than you.

"Please, I beg you. I need to get out of here. This life… it is killing me."

"But your family?" you asked him cautiously. He would miss his mother, his brother, and his sister-wife, not to mention his little twins, whom you thought were so adorable.

Sometimes, when he was playing alone with them, he would ask you to come over. He was always happy with them, and you had never seen him smile so radiantly as the time little Jaehaerys wanted to be held by you.

"Mother will be furious, Aemond probably even happy, and Helaena... she will be better off without me. She deserves rest," he explained, a small, rueful smile creeping onto his lips. It held no humor at all.

"And your children?" you asked him, tenderly taking his hand in yours.

A year ago, you would never have taken his hand just like that, but, like everything in the world, it developed slowly.

Like the sun slowly rising over a hill. Only yours had not risen yet, but was just peeking over the hill.

"I love them. They are everything to me, but my sister is a wonderful mother. She can handle it," he said with a nod, and it almost seemed as if he would want to convince himself.

"Aegon—" you tried again, but he interrupted you again.

"Please," he begged. "I am desperate. I am afraid."

Another single tear rolled down his cheek, and in that moment you knew you would do anything he said.

Not because you had to, because he was your prince, but because you wanted to.

Because he was your friend.

You let go of him and hurried to your wardrobe. You pulled out two cloaks. A brown one for you so you could accompany him to one of the exits, and a light blue one for him so he could hide his silver hair under a hood out there.

He took it and wrapped it around his shoulders, buttoning up the cloak, and pulled the hood over his head while you did the same.

Silver strands of hair stood out, and a gentle smile spread across your lips.

You walked over to him and carefully tucked the strands into his hood, so that it would not be obvious that he was a Targaryen at first glance.

He smiled, and you smiled back.

And for a moment, Aegon's world made sense again.

"Come with me," the prince suggested as you stood together before one of the many entrances to the secret passages.

He held out a hand, one foot in the doorway and the other in the hallway where you still stood, your cloak wrapped tightly around your narrow shoulders. The expression on his handsome face was hopeful, and his eyes shone.

"I do not think that is possible," you sighed, clasping your hands together.

"Why?" he asked, always persistent.

"I work here. This is my life," you said, because that was what you truly believed. You did not consider that he could give you a new life. One by his side.

A shadow fell over his face, but still he nodded and took another step into the dark corridor.

"Good luck, Aegon," you said in a tender, loving voice.

"Good luck, little mouse," he replied, and you closed the door.

Aegon straightened his shoulders and took a deep breath before turning and running.

He did not hear one of the guards suddenly grab your arm, how you argued, how you pleaded.

He ran and you cried.

They found him drunk under the altar of the Mother in the Great Sept.

The White Worm had promised to hide him, but instead, Arryk and Erryk found him, followed by Ser Criston and Aemond.

He begged Aemond to let him go, to let him find a ship so he could sail away, but instead, they dragged him back to the castle against his will.

His mother had been disappointed; she hit him, told him he should eat something, and that a servant would be here shortly to help him wash and dress for his coronation ceremony.

The door to his chambers opened, and he did not even turn around. He was used to this. He knew you would probably come now, put a hand on his shoulder, and tell him everything would be all right.

But none of that happened.

"How would you like your bath, Your Grace?" a strange voice asked him.

He immediately turned to the person, his eyebrows furrowing as he realized you were not there.

Another maid stood at the door. Young, pretty, but she was not you.

No one was like you.

"My maid. Where is she?" he asked in the most authoritative tone he could muster.

The servant shook her head and looked down at the floor. "She is gone, Your Grace."

"Gone?" he asked immediately, standing up so quickly that his chair creaked across the floor and the girl jumped.

"Where is she?" he persisted, clenching his hands into fists.

"In the dungeons, Your Grace," the new servant answered him honestly.

"And what in the Seven Hells is my maid doing in the dungeons?" he asked, his voice becoming increasingly harsh.

"She was seen helping you escape. The queen had her banished to the dungeons as punishment."

Aegon could not believe what his ears were hearing. You, his little mouse, the light of his life, were rotting like a common criminal down there in that dark, cold, rat-infested hole, all because you helped him escape, which, to his dismay, ultimately failed.

"What?" His voice was quiet, full of disbelief, and his breath was coming in short gasps.

You did not deserve this.

You deserved all the happiness in the world, and now you were locked up.

Because of him.

"Your bath?" the girl reminded him, and he nodded, but his mind was far away.

He thought of you and of how disappointed you must be for him. How frightened you must have been right now.

His coronation had been a complete disaster. For the first time in his life, he felt seen and loved by people, and then suddenly a dragon emerged from the ground and almost killed him and his entire family.

He now stood alone and lost in his new chambers—his father's. The stench of the Milk of the Poppy still polluted the air, and the large model of Old Valyria, which his father had spent years building instead of playing with him or his siblings, still stood proudly in the center of the room.

The Conqueror's Crown heavy on his head.

He hated it. He hated everything about it.

But most of all, he hated that he could not help you.

In the carriage, he had asked his mother what her plan was for you. She said that the dungeon was a just punishment for treason against the crown. She had not listened to reason. He had tried so hard.

Suddenly, an idea came to him. He was the king. His word was law. He could do whatever he wanted.

Without thinking about anything, he hurried out of his father's chambers and headed toward the dungeons. Ser Arryk shouted something in his direction, but he did not hear.

He simply wanted to see you.

The dungeon was cold, wet, and dark, and your cell was no exception. You huddled in the corner, arms wrapped around your knees, which you held against your chest to give yourself some warmth and comfort.

You had been stripped of your handmaid's clothing, so you sat there in only your thin undergarment, which was now soiled.

You were told that the dungeon was only a temporary punishment and that Lord Larys Strong was still thinking about what to do with you.

Perhaps he would cut out your tongue? Have you whipped? Deny you food and drink so that you would wither like a flower? All of these things were possible, and you believed the man was capable of all of them.

He was frightening.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps in the distance, and you were already worried that your punishment awaited you. It would probably be even harsher than you could have imagined.

You had only wanted to help Aegon, and yet in the end, it had not achieved anything. Yet in the end, he had been crowned.

Your sacrifice had achieved absolutely nothing.

"Darling?" you suddenly heard a worried voice speak, and your eyes immediately widened.

"Aegon..." you whispered in disbelief.

He stood outside your cell, his hands clasped around the iron bars and the crown on his head. He looked beautiful, regal. But also sad.

"This is my fault," he said, shaking his head, causing a few strands of his silver hair to fall across his forehead.

"No," you replied immediately, sitting up slightly so that the light from the torches in the corridor cast shadows across your face. "You could not have known. I did not even know myself until the guards grabbed me."

Aegon let his forehead sink against the iron bars. "You should have come with me."

A soft laugh escaped you and you nodded. "Perhaps I should have, yes."

"We could have escaped together. We would probably be across the Narrow Sea by now. Imagine it. The two of us together in Essos or Yi Ti."

For a moment, you allowed yourself to dream. You imagined you two sailing across the sea together on a ship, reaching the shore of a city, finding a home, and starting a new life.

Together.

You rose from the dirty ground and walked slowly toward your prince—your king. His gaze softened, and you could see that he longed to hold you in his arms.

"What would we have been?" you asked him cautiously, and you too wrapped your hands around the cold bars of your cell. Your little finger almost touched his.

A smile played at the corners of his mouth. "What would you have wanted us to be?"

For a moment, you fought the urge to roll your eyes, but he was still the king. You had to show him respect, even if you were behind bars.

"We would have been friends... and maybe one day more than that," you confessed honestly.

He placed his little finger on yours, and you could feel warmth spreading across your cheeks. Blush. You blushed for him.

"I can imagine. We could have had a drink together one evening in a tavern or maybe a brothel—"

"I would not have gone to a brothel with you," you replied quickly, raising an eyebrow playfully. You knew of his lascivious nature and you would not have stopped him, but you certainly would not have gone to such a place with him.

"Fine, then to a tavern," he sighed. "We would have drunk wine together, and at one point I would have taken your hand. Of course, you would not have been able to resist my charms."

You just shook your head again and continued listening to him detail his fantasy.

"I would have leaned toward you, very slowly."

You had to swallow the lump in your throat as you pictured it in detail: "I would have put a finger on your lips and told you you were an idiot."

He laughed, and you saw that it came from his heart. For the first time since he came to you, his eyes sparkled again, and your heart leaped.

"I would have taken your hand and pressed a kiss to your fingers and told you you were the most annoying, beautiful woman in the world."

You leaned your head next to his and could feel your heart shattering into a thousand pieces. If only you had come with him. If only you had fled together.

"I am so sorry, Aegon," you said softly, but you meant it.

"Do not apologize to me, sweetling. Apparently this life was not meant for us," he said, turning so he could press a gentle kiss to your temple. He had never kissed you before, and he could only dream of what your lips would feel like.

"Aegon, I—"

Before you could utter the words that had been burning in your soul for years, a sudden clearing of the throat sounded not far from the two of you.

The king turned and stood across from Lord Larys Strong, the lord of Harrenhal. The man leaned on his crutch and regarded you with a knowing gaze. A shiver ran down your spine, and Aegon was not sure how to speak to him.

"Forgive me, Your Grace, but I came to speak with the prisoner," Larys said calmly.

Aegon had to bite back a scathing comment that would have insulted the man: "And I came to restore her to her previous role as a handmaiden."

Larys stepped closer to you, the echo of his heavy foot on the dungeon floor making it hard for you to breathe. "My king, she committed treason by helping you escape in the night."

"But I am back. I am the king. I decide the fate of my prisoners," he replied to the older man, who smiled in a way that made him instinctively stand up straighter.

"Just imagine the image this decision would paint. It could give villains the courage to break into the castle without fear of punishment. Servants might reconsider their loyalties. Do you really want to be seen as weak?" Lord Larys asked him in the same calm voice as before.

"No, certainly not," said the king. He needed you around him and he could not bear to see you in this cell, but perhaps the castle was no longer a place for you.

Perhaps you finally deserved better than this.

He looked into your eyes—into those beautiful, pure eyes—and he knew he had made a decision, even if you would not ike it.

"Can you be discreet?"

"Very discreet, Your Grace."

"Take her away from here. As far as possible, so she will be safe. She will live in a house, be treated like a lady. She will want for nothing," he said firmly.

Your eyes widened and you grabbed his hand. You could not believe it. You did not want to leave. All you wanted was to stay with him and continue to be his servant.

"No, please—"

"I will have her taken to Essos. I know a place. She will be fine there," Strong assured his king with a nod.

The cell keys jingled loudly as he pulled them from his cloak. You watched as he opened the cell door and placed a hand on your arm. You obeyed without a word and stepped out of the cell.

The cell door slammed shut behind you, and without wasting a second, Aegon wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly against his chest.

"I will leave you alone for a moment," the lord said, hobbling a few steps toward the dungeon exit where he would be waiting for you.

Your king's face was buried in your hair, and he held you so tightly it almost hurt. Your arms were also wrapped around him, and all he could think about was that he could not let you go.

You were one of the only things keeping him alive.

"You cannot go. You cannot," he murmured into your curls.

The mere thought that you would not be there to shoo him out of bed in the morning, to choose the right clothes for him, spending hours looking for him and talking to him about everything and nothing was frightening.

He did not want to imagine it.

"He is right, you know? I do not want people to see you as weak. You will be a good king, even without my services," you whispered gently.

You did not want to leave him either. Especially not now, but Lord Strong was right. It might be a way to shed real light on him if he reinstated you as his servant. After all, you committed treason against the crown when you helped him escape.

"I do not know how I am going to manage this."

A smile formed on your lips and you stroked his back. "You have an experienced council that will support you. You just have to lean into them."

The young king shook his head: "I do not know how to act."

"You just did it. You took action, and your decision is good. It is the right one," you answered him calmly and as gently as you could.

He hugged you even tighter. "But it does not feel right."

You leaned back and looked into his eyes, placing a hand on his cheek. His skin was warm and soft, and you wished you had had the courage to talk to him before.

"I love you," you finally said, your words honest and long overdue. You loved him when you were just a young girl and he was still the prince who woke up drunk and in bed with a new woman every day.

You saw the exact moment his eyes filled with tears and he realized he should have dragged you along against your will so you could now be together forever.

"Seven Hells, I love you too. I love you more than anything," he said, leaning his forehead against yours.

Even though you were dirty, cold, and would rather be anywhere but the dungeon, you were happy in his arms.

He leaned down to press his lips against yours in a gentle kiss, but you placed a finger on his lips.

"Kiss me when we meet again," you whispered, and he took your hand in his and pressed a kiss to your fingertips instead.

This was not a tavern, and you had not had anything to drink, but the moment was the same one you had talked about.

"I promise you, little mouse."

He watched you leave, and he could practically hear his heart breaking and feel his smile fade.

You had never been happier than you were in Essos, on a small estate as the lady of the house.

And Aegon?

He promised himself that one day he would see you again, so he could finally steal the kiss you had promised him.

Even if he was half-burned and full of shame.

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vieviesmt · 2 days ago

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MDNI :p

CW : sub!caleb, masturbation, panty thief, dryhumping, (he cums first sorry), praise, DESPERATE DESPERATE man, loads of drooling deal w it

pervert!caleb who somehow managed to convince you to move in with him because he's been feeling oh so lonely and tired :( he needs your presence, your warmth and your attention to stay sane!! you have to believe him !!

pervert!caleb who definitely didnt make you move in so that he could spend his time watching you, subtly press against you while youre cooking, passing by your room at night to gently pat your head and smell your hair, maybe even steal a couple of your polaroids on the wall to put in his wallet !! (or use for later)

pervert!caleb who tells you its okay if you dont have time to do the laundry today! he can take care of it like he always has :) he definitely does not use the opportunity to shove his face into every crevice of your shirts, nose pressed into the crotch of your used hunter pants; when his eyes shift to a well hidden piece of bright red lacey fabric under one of your socks...jackpot.

pervert!caleb who doesnt even try to walk to his room to take care of business, no it has to be here between all your dirty clothes, your smell emanating from every corner of the laundry room while he hastily pushes his shorts down, poor baby's cock is bright red, already leaking just from the smell of you :(

pervert!caleb who grabs those red panties and wraps them around his shaft, using his strong muscled hand to jerk himself fast enough in hopes you wouldnt catch him!! you would probably think hes such a weirdo, using your dirty clothes and panting like a desperate dog but he just cant help himself around you, just the thought of your cute self sitting in the other room happily munching on some snacks while he's in here filthying up your belongings makes him break : strong hips thrust up and buck trying to finally get that sweet release-

pervert!caleb who, in his haste to get some alone perverted time had forgotten to lock the door :0 of course, after not hearing any noise for the past 15 mins you got worried! you didn't mean to walk in on him disheveled, hips in the air, sweat down his arms and drool down his shirt with your favourite underwear (now ripped at the crotch) wrapped around his sensitive head :(

pervert!caleb who's pleasantly surprised when you tug him up by his arm, he start rambling out excuses- "pips! i-im so sorry! i swear i dont even know what happened, i dont think straight when im tired you know me-" only to be slammed into the couch , "take your shirt off."

pervert!caleb is now sweatily sat on the couch, his boxers back on, trembling from overstimulation as you grind your ass back onto his crotch as harsh as you can, feeling his hardness drool out masses of precum, his thighs shakey and his hands barely holding onto your hips - "please, please can i- can i take them off pips i wanna feel you now-" his hands tug at your jeans, as good as the friction of your tight pants feel on him, he cant stop himself from thinking about how warm your cunt is underneath your clothes rn :( plus he wants you to feel good too!!

pervert!caleb cant take it anymore after you answer him with a harsh slap to the inside of his thigh, "quit talking, be grateful i even let you dirty these pants too, and you ripped my panties, those were my favourite you know ;("

pervert!caleb who can barely focus on what youre saying, he feels his balls squeezing, the feeling of your behind back and forth has him spiraling, babbling about how much he loves you and how you treat him so so well!! one specific hard swivel of your hips around his tip is what undoes him fully, head slamming back onto the wall, his hands grab your hips tightly to keep you in place as he keeps thrusting up up up, using you to get off. He's grunting loudly, muttering half sentences of "thank you- i love you- so sensitive- i cant stop- please-"

pervert!caleb who dirtied both you and himself now ! what a troublesome puppy >:( no worries you'll make him clean you up really quick once his legs stop pushing his hips into yours, unable to stop.

ive been thinking about this one for a whileeee so pls lmk how it is !!

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anglbunny · 2 days ago

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more smut of streetracer!rin and he's very mean 🙏

shut up and take it ♡ street racer!rin

.ᐟcw: smut mdni, heavy degradation, doing it on the hood of the car, reader wears a skirt,

"𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛" - 𝑓𝑚$ 𝑏𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑧

ᯓ★ᯓ⚡︎

The garage door slams behind you. Rin’s hand still very tightly wrapped around your wrist, dragging you past the various colour cars and pushing you back against one of them.

You gasp, hands gripping the hood for balance, rin’s eyes narrow on you before stepping in closer, forcing your face up to look at him.

“You think you’re so funny, don’t you?” you stay quiet, body trembling beneath him.

“Laughing at an NPC's joke, touching up his arm while i was in a race, or you thought i wouldn’t notice, huh?” rin’s voice is rough, mean, your eyes burn, you can't bring yourself to reply.

“Yn, answer me, i swear to fuck you’re testing my patience” he pushes you down onto the hood, large hand tightly wrapping around your throat.

“Rin, it wasn’t.. You saw wrong” you whisper quietly. He doesn’t need to hear anymore, he flips you, face coming in contact with the cool metal, he has your arms pinned behind your back and skirt flipped you. He pulls down your soiled panties, dropping them to your ankles.

Without any warning he shoves three fingers inside your warm cunt, he keeps you pressed against the car as you cry out for him. The fingers themselves were so thick, it was too much to handle already.

“So wet. Do you get off on pissing me off?” he sneers, curling his fingers just right to have you arching your back for him.

You gasp, hips jerking—his fingers don’t stop, and his thumb’s now pressing firm circles against your clit. It’s fast. It’s ruthless.

“Don’t fucking moan,” he snaps, voice ice. “You’re not allowed to enjoy it. You’re just a hole right now.”

Your knees go weak. You bite down on your bottom lip, tears hitting the hood of the car.

“You’re a slut” he whispers against your ears, pulling his fingers out and cleaning them off on your skirt. “What are you?”

“Your.. slut” your voice breaks up, rin smirks, keeping your hands in a firm hold. Pulling his raging erection out his pants and lining himself up against your entrance. He doesn’t say anything, just slams inside, drinking up the way you cry for him, the way your pussy can barely stretch around him cause he’s so big for you. It feels like he can split you open with a single thrust.

one hand wrapped tight around your throat, the other holding your wrists behind your back.

He fucks you like he hates you. Fast, brutal, each thrust rocking your body up the hood. The metal is cold. He is colder.

“You don’t get to cum unless I say,” he growls, fucking you deeper. “You get that?”

You nod, whimpering, tears prickling your eyes from the stretch, the sting, the pace.

“You’re just my toy. My stress relief.”

But his hand tightens on your throat when he says it, his hips slamming even harder.

You want to cum—you’re close, everything is raw and pulsing—but Rin’s voice snaps again,

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

You bite your lip, eyes rolling back, legs shaking.

And that’s when he lets go of your throat, grabs your jaw, and forces you to look at him.

“Beg,” he breathes. “Beg for your reward like the filthy bitch you are.”

“Please rin- please, lemme cum, i’ll be good from now on, i promise” you cry out, your body rocking higher with each thrust. He groans, dropping his head down to the crook of your neck, biting down and marking you up.

You scream his name as he pulls an orgasm out of you, the most back arching, eyes rolling to the back of your head type of orgasm, your pussy flutters around his thick length and he quickly finishes inside of you, filling you up with his warm seeds.

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A/n: this made me eat my phone, i live for degrading,

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leashybebes · 2 days ago

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Idk, maybe it is a little odd but "♟: Patching up a wound", if you want :)

may i offer you a little superhero au in these trying times? don't blame me, blame lou's goddamn superman jawline

"Buck, I'm sending someone to your apartment," Athena says, with no preamble.

"Uh…what? Who?"

"Don't ask questions. He needs stitches."

"He needs stitches? Shouldn't you send him to Hen or Chim or - or a hospital?"

"What did I just say about asking questions? Hen and Chimney aren't options. He should be with you in fifteen minutes. He'll have equipment, but get your first aid kit just in case."

"Wait, Athena - "

"Bye, Buck."

The night is as dark and quiet as it ever gets in downtown LA. Buck paces up and down the loft a couple of times, never straying far from the front door. Which is why he doesn't hear anything to give him any warning before there's a single, loud thump from the balcony, followed by a groan that's audible even through the closed glass.

By the time he gets to the door, a figure is pulling itself to its feet, using Buck's outdoor furniture for help.

What the fuck, Buck thinks, but opens the door anyway.

"Athena send you?" he checks.

"A lot of men fall from the roof onto your balcony?" A deep voice asks, sounding pained. What the hell has Athena gotten him into?

"Fair," Buck says, and hurries to get one shoulder under the guy's arm, hauling him further upright and helping him stagger inside.

In the light of the loft, he can see that the guy has some kind of cowl covering most of his face, just a strong jaw where a bruise is starting to blossom and a cleft chin and a pair of pink lips set into a firm line. The cowl is the same dark blue as the rest of his outfit which is some kind of…jumpsuit maybe, with flashes of silver at the wrists and - hooooooly shit.

"Holy shit," Buck breathes, unable to help himself. "You're The Pilot!"

"No autographs, kid."

"Athena hates you!"

"Sergeant Grant and I have a complicated professional relationship," The Pilot says, while Buck bites back approximately a million questions. "She said you would be able to help."

"I mean - I haven't actually given anyone stitches before," Buck admits. "But I've watched Hen and Chim - I work with them, they're paramedics - I've watched them do it like a hundred times. I don't know why Athena didn't send you to one of them…" he says, fishing a little.

"Long story," The Pilot says, and Buck helps him get seated on one of the kitchen stools. "You were closer."

"Okay," Buck says. "What's the damage?"

"Knife got through a couple of plates in the suit."

"Wait, this thing is armor plated? That's so cool!"

"Glad you approve. Here." The Pilot pulls at a previously invisible join in his suit, revealing a long gash across his ribs. It's bleeding sluggishly, not too deep, but the skin around it is angrily red.

"That might get infected," Buck says, chewing his lip.

"Need you to clean it. Please."

"Okay," Buck says. "Do you want some water?"

"That…would be great, actually."

He drinks from the glass of water Buck hands him while Buck works on cleaning the wound. He tries his best to be gentle but the guy doesn't even flinch. Which, of course he doesn't. He's a literal superhero. There is a literal superhero in Buck's loft and he can't help it anymore.

"I've seen you before," he says. "On scenes. I'm a firefighter."

"I know."

"Athena, right, of course." Buck washes his hands again and gets what he needs from the first aid kit.

"Before we get started, can I ask you a question?"

The Pilot shrugs. "You can ask."

Buck takes a deep breath. "Where do you get your suits? And why do you do this? And can you really fly? And what's your real name?"

Through the gap in the cowl, pretty blue eyes blink at him. "That wasn't a question. I can't tell you where I get the suits or what my real name is. I can fly light aircraft and helicopters but I can't fly fly. And I do this because people need help, and I can help."

"That's so cool. My name's Evan Buckley, by the way."

"Hi, Evan Buckley." The Pilot's lips curve into a smile for the first time. "Great to meet you. Now can you stitch me up before I bleed on your floor?"

#bucktommy #my writing #writing games #and then buck spends a week researching the pilot in every way he knows how #and THEN bathena go on a cruise and buck runs into an incredibly familiar jawline during a hairbrained rescue scheme #and then events eventuate i guess

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psuejo · 5 hours ago

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❥ jjk!men when u put the pussy on quarantine :c

feat. gojo, sukuna, nanami, geto, choso, n toji!

think this is obvious but GOJO isn’t lasting long at all. he’s far too needy, too desperate — even those overseas trips are enough to kill him. some might say he has a sex addiction, but he’d argue that he’s just addicted to you, his gorgeous, spectacular, amazing, goddess of a wife, and to the way both you and your cute cunt get so loud when he’s fucking you.

like now, for example — he’s balls deep inside of you, hips rutting against the fat of your ass with an almost desperate, mindless fervor. gojo is practically drooling all over your neck as he pumps into you, teeth and tongue working to leave dark, lovely hickies on your skin.

he’s like a dog finally free from its leash and ready to devour its favorite treat: you.

“t-toru, ungh— you cheater!” you huff, and your husband only chuckles, cerulean eyes glowing in the darkness of your shared bedroom.

“i never said i was gonna last, sweets.”

SUKUNA definitely thinks it’s a load of shit at first, but he tries to hold out. can’t let you one-up him so easily after all, even if he does end up crumbling within a couple days.

he can’t be blamed. what man (or, well, curse) can resist his wife? it was bound to happen; an inevitability, in his opinion.

all four hands are on your body, blunt nails digging into your skin as he grinds you against the mouth on his toned stomach. that big, drooling muscle stretches you all the way out, slurping up every dollop of slick and reaching into places you didn’t think possible.

“sukuna, w-were you really that starved—”

two thick fingers give a harsh twist to your puffy nipple, and you squeal, hips bucking and shoving that tongue even deeper.

“shut up. you knew this would happen.”

hell, he knew it too — he’d fisted both of his cocks so much that they were raw. even still, they throb in the cool air of your shared chambers, copious spurts of pre trickling down long shafts.

he can’t wait to get inside you.

initially, NANAMI would be okay with it. i mean, both of you are busy, and the chance to actually have sex properly (not just quickies in the shower or early in the morning, though he definitely enjoys those) never comes by often enough for him to really complain.

that is, until he realizes that his at minimum twice a week fix of his mouth on your pussy is something that he genuinely cannot live without.

everyone suffers for it, albeit unintentionally — coworkers (especially gojo, who’s strangely irritable himself), curses, slow ass cars on the street when all he wants to do is get home to you.

it’s a serious problem. he can’t go on like this!

“oh, fuck!”

nanami only groans, glasses crooked on his face as he bounces you in his lap. a repetitive up-down, up-down, up-down that never fails to be punctuated by a greedy clamp of your gooey walls.

“thaaaat’s it, pretty girl. missed you s-so much, shit—”

he swears heaven is a place on earth with you. how did he ever think he could survive without you and your sweet cunt?

imo GETO is sort of similar to sukuna. he thinks it’s total bullshit, and that you’ll cave before he will. you two fuck like rabbits, even with all of his cult duties. there’s no way you’ll make it past three days.

boy, was he wrong.

it’s been five days, and he seriously can’t take it anymore. work and mindless followers be damned — he has you bent over and spread out, face shoved so deep in your drooling mound that you’d think he was trying to fuse with it.

“ngh, fuck, angel,” he groans, the vibrations of his voice going right to your swollen clit and making you keen, despite your best attempts to stay quiet. “didn’t think this slutty girl could t-taste any sweeter...”

geto is a total addict, and everyone knows it.

you squirm, a taboo mix of shame and arousal lighting your body on fire. all those eyes on you, like geto is suddenly teaching ‘how to be a munch 101�� and you’re the example question. “suguru, please—”

he tuts right before delivering a harsh smack to your ass, one that has you gushing on his face with a loud moan. “there we go. let them all see what happens when my wife is naughty, hm?”

CHOSO is actually sort of okay. sure, he has a constant hard-on and he has to fight not to cream his pants whenever he sees you getting dressed or in the shower, but he’s fine. perfectly fine. resilience is key.

all that goes out the window when he catches you humping the pillow one night. he hadn’t meant to be awake, but maybe he has spidey-senses for your pussy or something, because the second you got yourself dripping wet rocking against that pillow, his body snatched itself from the realm of the unconscious.

“mm, cho, r-right there...”

he curls his fingers, the blunt tips of them caressing right against your g-spot and making your jaw drop. you swore you could do this, but going a week without your husband’s hands all over your body is just an impossible feat.

damn ovulation.

“like that?” he asks, all shy and puppy-like, but you know better. he knows he’s doing it right, just wants to hear the praise fall from your lips like some desperate whore.

and how could you not oblige?

“y-yeah, you’re doing so — hah — good.” your head falls back against the pillow, lashes fluttering. “jus’ like that, baby, mhm...”

your voice is so sweet, practically angelic. whatever you say goes, and although you haven’t told him to cum (yet), his boxers are already sticky and soaked.

oops.

out of sight, out of mind.

TOJI would be the most okay out of all them. he goes long periods without that honeyed cavern between your legs anyway, so he’s fairly used to it, but that doesn’t mean he never wants you.

because he definitely does. oh, god, he does.

pictures, sext threads, videos when you’re home alone, even the little movies he’s gotten you into making with him. all of that is what keeps him satiated while he’s away.

nothing compares to the real thing, however, and being home for two weeks without being able to even grind against you is killing him.

“ah, c-c’mon, doll.” his dick rubs between your folds, that swollen head catching on your sweet clit. “you don’t gotta... gotta be like this, ma.”

toji is pulling out all the stops: that compression shirt, the lowly slung sweatpants (both of which are discarded somewhere on the floor of your living room), your favorite snacks and little pet names.

you moan, soft and sweet, and his hips buck. “toji, hngh, y-you loser.”

he can only grin, scar stretching wide with his lips — of course this was a competition for you, and of course you won. he may be a levelheaded man, but there’s only so much a guy can take. he can’t deny himself of his wife to prove a point — he isn’t that insecure.

“yeah, baby, ‘m a loser.” he gives his freshly lubricated dick a couple of tugs before aligning the tip with your fluttering entrance. “now let this loser fuck you right, a’ight?”

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windixie · 10 hours ago

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500 days of you ── .✦ spiderman! gojo x reader ch. 1

pairing . academic rivals spiderman! gojo x reader

summary ⊹ ࣪ ˖ being at the top of your class for the past few years has not been a problem for you at all, that is until he transfers in, stealing away your spot with his genius intellect and annoyingly good 4.5 gpa, better than your 4.0, all while wearing that stupid grin you just want to punch off. what's worse is he also happens to be the cities hero, in who you fall in love with, unknowing to who was under the blue mask.

warnings ˎˊ˗ college au, academic rivals to lovers, eventual smut, gojo is a pervert, panty

stealing, dry humping, a bit of angst, hurt/comfort, sexual harassment, toxic relationship with family, unhealthy diet, fluff, set in new york like any other spiderman, female reader, p in v, oral, reader is a virgin, violence, gojo is full of himself, webs used.. inappropriately.

playlist ⟢ 500 days of you

wc . 5.4k

a/n . yes the title is based on 500 days of summer i was watching it while writing ..

500 days is all you have left until you graduate. according to your calendar that you have self made, placed neatly beside your bed so you could cross each day as it passes with your pink highlighter, you have exactly two years. today, december 20, marks your first day of long awaited winter break in which you desperately needed after enduring what you believe was the worlds hardest final exam for your humanized and social science class.

your roommate has decided to take this time to go visit her family back at her hometown, to spend a few days with her family wrapped in a comforting warm and cozy atmosphere alongside whatever her family provides. but you chose to stay behind, not that you had anymore exams to finish up or anything, but because going back to see your family, if you could even call them one, wasn't even an option. your relationship with them wasn't abusive or anything, just strained, always putting your brother's needs before yours. that's part why you picked the farthest college you could away from them, an entire different timezone.

you wouldn't call it running away, because that implies fear, you'd just call it more of a extraction. a nice and peaceful separation. sure, they reach out once in a while, but you always come up with excuses on the spot to end the call early. they barely knew that much about you, hell, they didn't even know which college you were going to even your plan in majoring in physics until a month before you left.

nyu is a beautiful campus, not traditional in any way, it bleeds right into the city. any spot there would be perfect to study, and well you didn't have anything to do for the next two weeks so a little studying before the next semester even starts. so with that you made your way over to your locker which was a brief fifteen minute walk away from your dorm.

you don't mind the walk, no rush, no crowds. the usual buzz of students chirping has died down. its not a eerily type of quiet, its peaceful. the faint sound of your footsteps echoed throughout the almost empty hallway. reaching your neatly decorated locker, you opened it unaware of the person right next to you, the door swung right into them.

"shit-"

your eyes widened as you saw the persons books fall right out their hands.

"oh my god im so sorry! I didn't see you there!" you immediately crouched down to pick of the several textbooks, most of them being physics for semester two. it wouldn't be a surprise if the owner of these books would be in the same class as you. "its alright" the mysterious person chuckled as they took away the books from your hands.

your eyes widened as they landed on them. or him, actually. he had beautiful bright blue eyes that for sure held every secret of the ocean, and snowy white hair that resembled the snow that was falling right outside. you couldn't even get a word out.

"im Satoru." he said, waiting for you to give your name to him.

"right.. right. I mean- im y/n." you stumbled across your words. he gave you a crooked smile, almost naturally as he saw you stutter. his hands now itched onto his heavy physics books, tilting his head as he studied you. "you have any idea where mr. thompson's class is?" his smooth voice asked. mr. thompson. thats the name of your physics teacher.

"yeah! yeah he's my physics teacher!" that came out a bit more excited than you intended it to. "yeah? mind being an angel and leading me to it?"

you laughed softly, hoping the light pink tint on your cheeks weren't noticed by him. oh but they were. the awkward tension melted right away. "of course."

he didn't mind the blush, and the way his smile widened told you that he definitely noticed your blushing, but he didn't say anything about it, instead allowing you to show him the way around the campus. he fell into step beside you recalling how you as well had this course. "so.." he broke the silence, "you actually understand physics are you just one of those people who pretend to know what you're doing?"

you shook your head laughing a bit as your gaze fell down to your shoes against the pavement. "no, no I understand. im majoring in it so I kind of have to. but it honestly depends on the day, sometimes I feel like the textbook is gaslighting me" now it was his turn to let out a laugh. and it sounded genuine. "thats great. back at my old uni, people were only there for the credits or whatever. no one was really as passionate as I am." you gaze shifted to him. "oh, which school did you transfer from?"

"colombia university."

"is the lack of people taking physics seriously the reason for your transfer?" you asked half jokingly, but you wouldn't be surprised if that actually was the reason, you knew some people like that.

he sucked in a soft breath, eyes flickering from your figure to look forward. "no I just.. wanted a different environment I guess." there was a bit of hesitation in his voice, but you didn't push it. after all you just met this boy not even five minutes ago. you both finally reached mr. thompson's classroom, his door slightly ajar. "he should be in here.. he always is., im convinced he lives in there"

he hummed looking into the classroom, catching a glimpse of the bald headed man hunched over a stack of papers before looking down at you. "thank you, y/n. I hope we see each other in uh two weeks?" the way he said your name sent your butterflies on a rollercoaster.

"yeah.. yeah I hope so too." you said quietly which earned a sweet smile from him before he walked in to talk about whatever he needed to with the professor. with one final look at the door you turned, only to remember you didn't even grab your books, let alone close your locker which was the whole point you came out of your dorm. you quickly rushed back with the thought of the new student lingering in the back of your mind.

── .✦

in the blink of an eye, the break was over, and the dreadful second semester rolled right around the corner. the traumatizing sound of your alarm that was set at 7 on the dot woke you up for your 9 am physics class, slicing through the silence and especially your slumber.

you groaned, clicking repeatedly at your phone to shut the ear piercing sound off. for a second, you considered skipping. but you knew mr. thompson doesn't play no games, and neither did that syllabus. so you dragged yourself out of your bed, limbs heavy, and mind still foggy as you began to miss the warmth provided by your bed. the sky outside was still that dusty gray, soft flakes falling right out of it.

after making yourself a cup of coffee, you brushed out your hair to be somewhat socially acceptable. you were the top student of the school either way, you had to be presentable at all times. you threw on a jacket and a cute pair of pants before making your way out of your dorm, holding envy for your roommate for not having a morning class.

by the time you reached the lecture hall, well your body because your soul was still trapped in between your blankets, you noticed that you werent there first one there like always. your eyes landed on him.

satoru.

he was seated right there at the front of the class, his posture was excellent, back straight, shoulders relaxed, giving you another reason to like about him. his eyes were trained on his phone, with his earbuds blasting whatever he was listening to in his ears. but they shifted as you walked in, and when your eyes met, a soft smile appeared on his pink tinted lips making your chest feel just a little too full.

maybe the second semester didn't seem so dreadful at all.

"hey.." he took out an earbud out of his ear as you approached, sliding in the seat right next to him. "hi" you replied, placing your bag next to you. "glad we're in this class together. haven't really met anyone else since we talked."

"that so? not even your roommate?" you unconsciously fixed your hair to try and maybe woo him with your beauty. "oh actually i'm living in an apartment" your hand stopped playing with your hair.

"an apartment? in New York? the school is already bleeding us dry.. what are you, rich or something?"

that earned a chuckle from him, a quiet one that made your stomach flip. "yeah.. sure." he had a grin on his face, making you question if it was a joke or not. you both watched as more seats filled up with new and old students. but everyone was eventually startled when mr. thomspon walked in and slammed a textbook onto his desk.

"well I'd like to say im disappointed from last semesters final exam results." he began, a hint of amusement in his voice, "but id be lying."

a beat of silence.

"im proud to say that everyone passed." a relieved sigh escaped almost everyones mouths, echoing across the room. "and of course, ms. l/n, miss goody two shoes," you placed a hand on your chest in mock offense making satoru sniffle a laugh next to you. "you got the highest mark, like every year." he grumbled. "im starting to think you're just here to make everyone else feel bad about their grades."

"only slightly." you muttered under your breath, loud enough for satoru to hear. he turned a bit towards you. "lets see how long you stay up there, miss top of the class, until I snatch your spot."

you stared at him while he turned back to face the front. he was just joking right? I mean no one could steal away your spot. no one has for the past two years, and no one will. right?

── .✦

oh but you were wrong. oh so so so wrong.

this boy wasn't your new friend. he was your rival, like his whole existence was to take away everything you've worked hard for. he wasn't your soon to be charming lab partner or the cute guy you'd hang out with at a local cafe after class.

he was your academic nemesis.

it didn't hit you right away. not until the first quiz given to the class was passed back in which you got a 97% on. but once you saw a fucking 100% on satoru's paper circled in a horrid red ink, thats when it hit you. and the cherry on top was when mr. thompson grinned and leaned down to whisper, "looks like you've got competition." you stared at satoru like he had just murdered your family, not that you minded, but in a way he murdered your entire existence.

he looked at the paper, like he didn't even care that he passed, because to him this was normal. he caught your expression and was confused to see that the usual soft look on your pretty face was now replaced with pure wrath.

this wasn't just 480 days of school anymore.

this was war.

every time you raised your hand to answer a question, it was always outshined by satorus. damn him and his longer limbs. and every time, the professor would call on him.

every. single. time.

you even considered this being sexist. then satoru would answer correctly, of course. damn mr. thompson for finding this whole rivalry hilarious. like if your whole identity as "the smart one" wasn't practically being lit on fire in front of everyone right now. you felt the shift, and you heard the whispers of you being out throned. and what made this whole situation worse was that stupid charm that he offered you with, "im glad to be in physics with you." a lie.

a damn lie.

and you couldn't help but hate him for it every day, every higher mark, every time he got called on, and every time he smiled at you in the mornings or in the hallways thinking you two were still friends.

it didn't help that everyone practically loved him. girls slipped their numbers to him every other day, even undergraduates which you found disgusting. he did everything so effortless while you stayed up until 2 am re-reading lessons, burning through notebooks, killing your pens, and even pulling all nighters like kay chung for important upcoming exams, mistreating your body with more caffeine than you could handle to try and claw your way back up the top.

until eventually you burnt out.

you ignored every 'hello' coming from him or any stupid joke he'd come up with, you settled on a different seat away from him not having the guts to stare at him be better than you for another second. not while he thrived and you crumbled.

and it was like you were back at home, always being seen as the second option right after your brother. a man. of course the second you feel like you are finally worthy of something, someone has to take it away from you. but why now? why after two years in which you spent trying to escape that feeling, was everything going downhill? you weren't even sure if he was even aware of the harm he was causing you mentally and physically.

that he was undoing you without even trying.

but he did notice. he noticed how you stopped talking to him, saying hello or laughing at his jokes or even avoiding his gaze like if it would burn your eyes if you made eye contact, and it hurt because you were practically his only friend other than a boy he met in his calculus class. suguru geto, aka his 'man in the chair.' he always alarmed satoru discreetly whenever there was a bank robbery happening down the street. because not only was satoru now holding the title of the top student of nyu, but he was also the hero of manhattan.

"spiderman makes an unwanted appearance again last night," the news reporter said with her voice being more sharper than the bold lettering on the headline scrolling beneath her, "at a secluded alley near the 'sunny time up' bar, involving a man attempting to steal one of the employee's vehicle."

click.

"when will this vigilante wake up and realize that this job is for law enforcement"

click.

"he's a danger to the people of manhattan! this isn't a comic book, he's interfering with police work!"

every time you clicked on the remote to change channels, spiderman was everywhere. for someone the people claim to hate, he sure is the talk of the week.

"dude is like time square on new years.." you mumbled mostly to yourself.

"my father hates him." your roommate, wendy's father is the head of the police department. he's always complaining about he boy who hides away behind the blue mask, claiming that he is causing more trouble in the busy city. you gave a dry laugh. "your father hates everyone, including me" she sat on your bed next to you, holding a bag of chips in her hand which she offered you.

"I dont see why it's such a big deal. he does more than the police has done in the past five years. he's like what? our age? from what I have heard he is definitely not beyond his twenties." you stared at the video of him swinging across buildings, the sharp blue color of his suit making it hard to lose sight of him.

the color reminded you of satoru's eyes.

your mood suddenly shifted as you thought of him, your appetite was long gone as your stomach twisted in disgust. "how are you holding up with the whole academic rivalry thing."

"shut up." you grumbled.

"I feel like it's one sided, well from what i've heard from you." wendy's voice was quiet, but her words stung. because deep down, you have told yourself the same thing.

"its like he doesn't even try." you dragged your hand across your face as you stared at the textbooks on your desk before they shifted to the calendar right above it. 455 more days.

454 more days.

453 more days.

452 more days.

451 more days.

450 more days.

another school week has passed by. another week of avoiding his intense stare across the lecture hall. another week of hearing him laugh with that black haired boy that had way too many piercings on his face. another week of debating if anything was even worth it anymore.

you looked back up to your calendar, staring at that number written beneath the date. 450 more days until graduation! you got this! how many more days until everything will stop feeling so heavy.

how many more until you stopped caring.

but its like you couldn't even catch a break. your negative thoughts were interrupted by the vibration of your phone. you slowly dragged it out your back pocket before looking down at the called id.

mom.

you couldn't answer. not with your voice cracking or tears falling. you couldn't let them know that you were struggling the same way you were all your childhood and you especially couldn't give them that sense of pride in the way you were burning out. how could you tell them the pressure didn't go away but it only shifted from different mouths in different places. you couldn't handle hearing, "I told you so."

'just stay in state, I dont see why you have to move all the way to the other side of the world. you won't be able to handle it like your brother.'

'your brother stayed here in the same state, why can't you do the same? he visits us regularly!..'

shaking away the echoes of your parents voices, you watched the slow rise and fall of wendy's chest, and you quietly zipped up your jacket before sneaking out. fresh air was what you needed right now. it hit you like a reset button- the kind that clears your head. not caring where your feet took you, you made your way through the city.

the night was still alive, buildings lit up, parties at every corner you looked at, and other people walking as well. it did feel refreshing. until you heard it. a sharp, disgusting wolf whistle behind you. it was low and mocking. the city is big, its bound to have horrible beings. your steps didn't stop, your stomach twisted and you felt sick.

"hey where are you goin' sweetheart? you look delicious." the slurred voice behind you said. you didn't even have to look back to know what kind of man it was. your pace quickened, trying to reach a store or anything that had some sort of crowd. but the footsteps behind you didn't stop, they matched your speed and quickened.

this was exactly what your brother warned you about. being in such. huge city will only be more dangerous. you felt your throat drying up and you looked down at your shadows, seeing the mans hand reach for you. but before even his fingers could brush against you, a blur of blue and white appeared. there was a soft thud, a groan, then silence.

you slowly turned.

"hey," spiderman said calmly shooting a web right on the strangers face. "she's not interested." the man stumbled back, letting out a muffled yelp, fear overthrowing whatever he was on. he didn't even budge. your heart was still racing as you took in his muscular figure. and then he turned to face you. ".. now what are you doing outside at night, hm?" his voice shifted into a much softer one, like he was talking to a kid. you wanted to talk but you couldn't get a word out as you felt the heaviness in your throat as well as the weight you've been carrying from the past few months.

the way he stood was so familiar. "im sorry.." is all you could get out, you soft voice quivered which immediately sent his senses off. "hey, hey its alright why are you apologizing?" his large hands cupped your cheeks. despite them being gloved, they were warm and comforting. his thumbs swept under your eyes wiping away any incoming tears. "why are you apologizing?"

"I dont know.." you answered honestly. but the ache of not being enough was resurfacing. he let out a quiet breath at your answer. "thats okay.. you dont have to explain." his hands didn't move away from your face, in fact you found yourself leaning into his touch.

"let me take you home." he whispered. "..I live at the nyu dorms"

he nodded before dropping his hands to grab the back of your knees without any warning, picking you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. "hold on baby, okay?" your tired mind couldn't even process the pet name before allowing your arms to wrap around his neck, placing your head in the crook of it as well.

without another word, he laughed upward, shooting a web into the sky. the loud roaring of the wind as you both swung across building from building deafened your ears. gravity tugged at your stomach with every sharp dip and rise. you unknowingly shook in his hold, the hand that was holding you rubbed your back before settling to cupping the side of your thigh, dangerously close to your ass. "its okay, I got you."

his hand and feet stuck to the side of the dormitory building. "which dorm is yours angel?"

angel

that pet name reminded you of satoru. why is it that the smallest things reminded you of him? why does your mind insist in continuing to think about him. "... that one." you pointed to the window just two floors up and to the side, in which he crawled to, tightening his hold your plush thigh. he carefully slid the window open, crawling in.

"we're here.." he could barely get out before the soft click of a lamp lit up the room, revealing wendy who was staring at the both of you, holding onto each other rather intimately. your arms were still wrapped around his neck while his leg was pressed right in between yours, in the middle of placing you down.

your eyes widened as you stared back at wendy. "you're awake.." you whispered.

"you're with spiderman.." she stated the obvious. you and him were quiet, the silence louder than you wanted it to as you backed away from him. "I wake up to see you missing, assuming you probably went out to party, only to see you grinding on spider mans leg? oh my dad would hate you even more right now" the masked vigilante cleared his throat, his hand was still placed on your waist, not wanting to completely let go of you yet.

"I should.. get going." he murmured, before looking at you, not wendy. and behind the mask, you swore that for whatever reason he didn't want to leave.

"oh.. yeah uhm thank you, have I thanked you yet? whatever just.. thanks for everything." you stammered, scratching the back of your neck. with one final lingering squeeze on your waist, he pulled away. "any time." he then turned back to wendy. "can you tell your dad to stop trying to tase me?"

"nope." she furrowed her eyebrows.

"..worth a shot. take good care of your friend for me yeah?" he asked before leaving through the window, allowing the city to take him back. wendy's head sharply turned to look at you.

"what..?"

she blinked, once and twice and thrice. "you've got a lot of explaining to do." she grinned.

── .✦

"you just come back from patrolling?" suguru asked as his fingers moved quickly on his controller letting out a few curse words when his opponent did damage on him. "yeah.." satoru closed the window behind him, tugging off his mask letting his white locks spread out, making him look like a model. he threw it on his bed, making his was deeper into his apartment. "you can't just use my pc whenever you want to man." he grumbled as he watched suguru get a victory royale.

"hey, if im helping you out on your little 'hero' shit, I can play whenever the hell I want."

satoru undressed, pulling up some grey sweatpants, but staying shirtless. scars adorned his torso and chest. "guess who I ran into."

"uhh that crazy police guy that tried tasing you."

satoru shivered at the memory. "no thank god. it was y/n." suguru clicked off the game turning his full attention to his friend. "the chick you like?" the blue eyed boy nodded. "saved her from some drunk shit, took everything in me not to kill that bastard after seeing her cry."

"what happened then?"

"took her back to her dorm.. met her roommate as well. turns out she's the daughter of the head of the police department. anyways, y/n looks horrible.. like there's something going on with her."

"yeah its you. you stole away her spot of top student." suguru reminded him. "I didn't mean to!" satoru defended himself.

"her friend for sure is going to spread around the fact that she saw y/n with spiderman. talk to her about it." satoru thought about it. if he asked you if everything was okay with you after last night, maybe you'll start talking to him again.

one thing about wendy is that she can't keep anything to herself. suguru was right, your encounter with spiderman spread like wildfire. like full blown social media wildfire. your name was brought up in multiple group chats, tweets, even those dumb confession accounts on instagram.

"SPIDERMANS GOT A GIRLFRIEND LMFAOOO"

"yall hear y/n slept with spiderman?"

"what do they call baby spiders?"

you were speeding past everyone, heart racing like you were in a heist movie making your way to your next class before you were stopped. "hey.." the familiar voice cut through the air. satoru. "heard what happened last night.. everything okay?" he asked, noticing how thin your wrists were.

was this another one of his acts? "yeah.." you mumbled. "everything fine." you tried brushing it off but he wasn't having it. he raised an eyebrow before his hand placed right on your waist, the same spot spider mans hand was on. "talk to me. you ghosted me weeks ago.. did I say something or do something?"

dont act so innocent, you thought. of course he did something. "physics is just,, stressing me out I guess." which was partially true. his eyes travelled down your face, looking at your lips before his tongue darted out to lick his. "let me help you then."

despite the hatred you held for your rival, you missed him. sure you only talked a few times, but you missed talking to him, his dumb jokes and his dorky smile. "..okay" you agreed. "maybe later this week." and for the first time in what felt like forever, your chest felt light.

── .✦

your classes were finally over. with your bag placed over your shoulder, you made your way outside after deciding to pick up some sweet treats for both you and wendy, who you were still kind of annoyed at for spreading around your encounter with spiderman. you reached the warm welcoming bakery, picking out whatever looked delicious, chocolate cover croissants, blueberry muffins, and a few cream puffs before making your way to check out. the second you stepped out, the rain decided to make an appearance. one that you weren't prepared for.

you clutched onto the bag full of treats.

"you again?" the voice came from above you. you looked up, moving your dripping wet hair to get a closer look. there he was, perched upside down from a streetlight. "..here to save me from the rain?" you asked half jokingly. he hummed, flipping down to land right in front of you. "of course baby. wouldn't want you to get sick.."

his arms wrapped around your waist before shooting a web straight up the roof of the bakery, pulling you both off the ground. you let out a little yelp holding onto both him and the pastry bag. seconds later you both were outside the window of your dorm, before he effortlessly opened it up placing you on your bed. your shirt rose up a little exposing your cute little spiderman boxers.

"is that me?" he asked tracing the waistband that had his heroine name in bold letters. your breath hitched. you completely forgot about those, or even buying them let alone wearing them today. both you and wendy went shopping a couple days back, going into the kids section and jokingly buying each a pair of spiderman undies.

'hey you should wear these to thank him.' she snorted

'eat shit.'

your hand shot out to push his away, chuckling nervously. "okay thats enough.." but he was faster, he grabbed your wrist forcing it to be on your mattress before his other gloved hand tugged up his mask enough to expose his mouth. his jawline was sharp, and those pink lips.. your eyes widened as you looked up at him. "ah.. spiderman?" he brought said hand up to his mouth, his teeth pulling off his glove before spitting it out somewhere else.

"nah.. let me see this." he pulled up your shirt, showing off your midriff, as well as pulling your pants down to your knees. "mm yeah thats me alright.." you felt your heart pounding in your ears. his tongue darted out to lick your stomach.

"spider-man..!" you gasped. he looked up at you, wanting to savor this moment. as if he wanted to memorize this exact version of you.

"never thought I'd be someones fashion statement." he moaned as he saw the wet patch starting to form. his thumb placed itself right on it. "this alright..?" he wanted you bad, but he also wanted you to be okay with this. you nodded looking up at him with a look that just drove him crazy.

his rubbing continued before he pulled away pulling down just the lower half of his suit. "its hard as hell to hide my dick in this shit." he grumbled.

oh.

he was huge. like really, really big and heavy, it couldn't even stand up correctly. he fisted his cock a few times, watching his pre- cum ooze out before placing it right on your clothed cunt. you wrapped your legs around his torso, bringing him closer in. "thats it." he groaned slowly rocking into you. your body shook with every hump of his hips, the wet patch in your spidey briefs grew bigger. his hands traveled throughout your body, hot and rough as two fingers found their way into your mouth, forcing you to lick them. "good girl, get them nice and wet for me baby."

his voice was low and dripping with arousal. he brought his head closer to your face. you whimpered softly as your hands tugged at his suit, your legs that were still wrapped around him trembled. "wearing these and you expect me not to ruin you?" he moaned as he dipped a finger into the pouch that every boxer had, feeling how much you wanted him. the two fingers that were toying with your tongue left with a loud pop before his lips found yours in a sweet but messy kiss.

just before he could release his hot seed onto you, there was a knock at the door.

"y/nnnn! let me in I forgot my keys!" damn wendy. spiderman sighed pecking your lips one more time before he pulled back, sliding down his mask. he reached for the glove he threw away as well as his lower part of his suit. "ill be taking these as well.." he murmured ripping off your briefs, which had you cringing at the sound, exposing your cunt to the cold air. "ill see you around okay, darling? thank you for this, such an angel."

and with that he left. leaving you with no release and nothing covering your lower half.

"y/n!" wendy knocked again.

"coming!"

oh you wish you were.

ending note . hope you all enjoyed chapter 1 !!

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kurogane2512 · 3 days ago

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Little fic inspired from a daily message with Aglaea. I wrote most of this during 3.0 and haven't done the quests from 3.1 and 3.2 so apologies if something is inaccurate.

18+ CONTENT

Game: Honkai Star Rail

Characters: Aglaea x g!p reader (Trailblazer)

Type: Fluff and smut (slightly long fic, the usual porn with plot)

Your days in Okhema passed in a rather leisurely manner after Phainon departed for the trial. The Chrysos Heirs had dispersed for their own affairs, carrying on their duty as they waited for their comrade's results. You explored the city for a few days but eventually lost interest as you had seen almost everything it had to offer and now spent most of your time in the bathhouse, relaxing in the soothing waters and befriending the citizens.

It was one of these days when you happened to message Lady Aglaea, asking about her welfare and if you could do some work for her. Out of all the Chrysos Heirs you met so far, you felt a strange attraction to her and wanted to know her better, even help her as much as you could knowing the burdens on her. Though, you had doubts about her opinion on you, but at least she didn't seem uninterested in interacting with you outside missions.

And it was due to an impromptu conversation where you ended up discussing about her likeness for plays, that you now found yourself at the finest theatre in Okhema to watch a play she had recommended. Not only that, you were sitting beside Lady Aglaea herself in the VIP arena. The rest of the place was packed to the brim as this was a new play that had become the talk of the town.

"I'm grateful for your company tonight, esteemed guest." Aglaea spoke in a courteous tone, "It is often difficult for me to find time to come here recently, but you eased my burdens quite a bit and allowed me this moment of respite. I hope you will enjoy this play."

You lightly blushed from her words, "It's fine, Lady Aglaea. I'm happy to help you. I'm also grateful that you agreed to come with me."

Aglaea smiled, "I was quite interested in this play since it's supposed to be different from the acclaimed classics, but wasn't able to secure time until now. It is an honor for me to be your partner for this experience."

You nodded with a smile then turned your gaze towards the stage as preparations were completed and an actor came out, starting to narrate his lines. The play was titled, 'Zagreus the Tyrant Falls in Love With Me'. You never expected the elegant and isolated Okhema to have plays of such manner. You had seen similar works in other planets you visited— mostly in the form of novels, films and games— but a theater play was new.

The play continued and a symphony of laughter and cheers often erupted in the theatre at the humorous presentation. You also laughed along a few times, finding the jokes actually well-made. It was one of these moments when you heard a light chuckle from your side and glanced to see Aglaea also laughing, albeit very restrained and refined. Her mouth was covered by her right hand every time she laughed, yet it was easy to tell she was liking the play.

For some reason, you couldn't focus on the play anymore once you laid eyes on her relaxed and vibrant expression. You had never seen her this way before. Your image of her so far was that of a strict, meticulous and disciplined leader, a demigod who had pledged herself to protect Amphoreus and was ready to use any means even if it brought harm to herself. You had no idea what she sacrificed for Amphoreus, but you knew nothing else mattered to her as long as Amphoreus was safe.

"Is the play not to your liking anymore?" her sudden question snapped you out of your trance, "Your eyes seem to be everywhere but there."

She turned to look at you now, suddenly meeting your gaze.

"A-Ah no!" you quickly looked away from her, "I'm still watching, it's very good!"

You tried to excuse yourself; after all, how could you just admit you were staring at her. Aglaea didn't probe you further and focused on the play instead, but she couldn't deny the slight curiosity rising in her. During the play, some wine and snacks were served to you both. You helped yourself to the snacks while she indulged in the wine, slowly drinking a glass as the play continued. Her composure became relaxed, her body leaning against the backrest. Yet her form looked elegant and beautiful as ever.

The play was finished after 2 hours. A round of applause resounded in the theater as the actors took the final bow followed by the crowd dispersing away. To your dismay, you barely paid any attention to the second half of the play as it dragged on for longer than your liking. Not to mention, the person beside you was making it hard to focus. You walked out together after a while then stopped a few steps away from the building.

"Thank you for the wonderful company. I quite enjoyed myself, and I hope you did too." Aglaea said with a smile.

"I did, thank you for recommending it. I hope we can watch more plays together if you don't mind. Not just plays, in fact. I'd love to accompany you to any matters I can."

She seemingly didn't expect you to say that as her eyes ever sightly widened before softening.

"I will keep it in mind, thank you for your consideration. On that note, I'd like to invite you for dinner at my place as gratitude for accompanying me today."

You became slightly flustered at her invitation, "O-Oh, please don't bother yourself with that. I wanted to come anyways and I had a good time. You must have lot of work to get back to...."

"I cleared up my schedule for the remaining day knowing our engagement. If you have no other appointments then I insist. I have been meaning to invite you over for quite some time and offer my hospitality personally. It is the least I can do for the aid you have given."

Finding no excuse to refuse her, you ended up agreeing and walked with her towards her residence. Your heart was beating faster as you walked, unsure of what really awaited you. Once you reached her residence, you were greeted by a slew of Garmentmakers bowing at the entrance. She must have conveyed your arrival to them and had them prepare a welcome. One of them came behind you and offered to take your coat which you hastily agreed to, trying to follow her etiquettes.

You were in awe as you glanced around her opulent mansion, the structure was similar to other buildings in Okhema but there were quite a few unique decorations which enhanced its appearance. As you were guided to the dining area, your eyes fell upon an open space nearby which contained a table with a fabric and some sewing materials on top, some mannequins scattered around and a few cupboards near the walls, a single window illuminating the space.

"What is that place for?" you pointed to the area, making Aglaea stop in her tracks and turn around to look at you.

"An echo of the past... the place I used to weave countless garments at before bearing my duties as a Chrysos Heir." there was a hint of hesitance in her voice, yet she answered unfazed.

"I... Could I see some of your creations?"

There was a brief silence before she replied, "You are welcome to take a look, but I must apprise you that there are currently no spare garments in my possession."

"It's okay, I'm glad to just visit your workspace." you said with a smile, a hint of excitement gleaming in your eyes.

Aglaea nodded and guided you to her tailoring room now. The room was quite spacious and felt empty due to how few things were kept around. You approached the table and looked at the fabric lying on top, assuming she was working on it currently.

"Do you.... not make any garments at all now?"

"....I do, occasionally. The fabric in front of you is my ongoing work. As you can see, I have barely been able to cut it into shape and I have been working on it for a few weeks now."

"You must be very busy with other things...."

"Indeed. Protecting Amphoreus, as well as gathering the coreflames are my utmost priorities. In my free time, I prefer relaxing in the bath."

You nodded in agreement and looked around the room more. Aglaea sensed your genuine interest in her work and decided to show you something special. She walked towards a nearby cupboard and took out a neatly draped robe.

"This is.... a cherished garment of mine. A robe for the priest of Mnestia."

She walked towards you and allowed you to look at the robe in her hand. Your eyes sparkled more as you closely looked at it, taking in its patterns and beauty.

"It's very beautiful, I can see how detailed your work must be."

It was a farily simple robe, unadorned and plain. She cherished it for the meaning it held, but seeing you appreciate it for just its appearance was surprising and she wondered if you were lying but she didn't sense any deceivement from you.

"Thank you. Hearing your words has given me some sense of motivation to continue on this fabric, perhaps I will weave it soon."

Aglaea smiled and walked away to keep the robe back in its place. You waited for her by looking around the room more when a Garmentmaker approached you with a bow and extended its hand towards you.

"Hm, what is it? Do you want me to do something?" you asked the Garmentmaker and it nodded then you kept your hand on it and were suddenly pulled forward, its other hand draping around your waist and you realized it was assuming a dance position with you.

"W-Wait, I can't dance—!"

It didn't hear any of your pleas and started twirling and swinging around with you, initiating a simple dance. Your steps fumbled and you feared falling many times yet the Garmentmaker held you in place and slowly refined your movements. You didn't know what it was trying to do but you decided to enjoy yourself and became more relaxed, your hand draping over its shoulder and pulling it closer.

"Garmentmaker, what are you doing?" Aglaea asked as she watched the scene unfold, unsure of the intentions of her own creation.

The Garmentmaker paid no heed to her and continued dancing with you. You giggled along the way as it swung you around, your steps becoming more graceful. A strange sense of familiarity and nostalgia evoked in Aglaea watching you both, she remembered the time she used to be so innocently impulsive and could indulge in carefree frivialties. Her eyes were focused on your smiling face and for a brief moment, she almost saw her past self in place.

She dismissed her thoughts soon after and walked towards you both. The Garmentmaker watched its master come closer and with a sneaky movement, spun you out of its arms to make you glide towards Aglaea. You didn't realize when your partner was changed, all you could feel was a different sensation in the arms that were wrapped around you now and the softness of the body pressing to yours. Only then did you realize you were now in Aglaea's embrace.

"L-Lady Aglaea— sorry!" you tried to regain your composure and release from her hold but she didn't seem keen on letting you go.

Instead, she pulled you even closer by the arm that was wrapped around your waist and intricately intertwined her other palm with yours.

With a smile on her face, she leaned closer to you, "Won't you dance with me now?~"

Your face flushed at the situation, the close proximity with her was overwhelming and you were not at all confident in your dancing skills. But before you could reply, Aglaea led you around the room with graceful and refined steps, even better than the Garmentmaker's. You feared stepping on her foot many times but each time she'd naturally correct you and didn't stop the symphony. You slowly became more confident and actively followed her lead, that's when she decided to switch your roles.

She swapped the placement of your arms- her arm that was around your waist now wrapped around your neck while you wrapped yours around her waist. No words were spoken as this exchange happened, your eyes conveying the feelings to each other and bodies moving automatically to assume the positions. The blush on your face remained as you danced, still feeling slightly nervous about doing this with her but tried your best to not disappoint her.

The last revelry approached and with a final twirl and spin, you pulled her to yourself then dipped her. Your interlocked palms released as you reached to grasp her thigh and pull her leg up till your waist while she wrapped both arms around your neck when you dipped her. Silence engulfed the room as you held this position, your heightened breaths being the only audible sound. You gazed into each other's eyes this way, feeling a connection with her.

Your gaze naturally moved down to her soft, rosy lips and you almost leaned in to kiss her but held back and instead stood her up. You attempted to release her thigh but she moved closer and raised it more, essentially wrapping her leg around your hip. You tightened your hold due to this, suddenly pulling her closer and feeling the way her arms also tightened. Your gaze moved to her lips once again and you were desperately holding back from letting your desires take over.

To your utmost surprise, it was Aglaea who made the move. She leaned closer and connected her lips to yours in a soft and gentle manner. The feeling was serene right when her lips touched yours, though you didn't have the mettle to kiss her back right away. The first kiss was short-lived, feeling more like a peck as she moved back rather quickly and left you feeling deprived. You gazed into her hooded eyes and couldn't hold back anymore.

She braced herself when you pulled her closer and connected your lips again. The kiss was rougher and impatient this time, your lips moving in quick and unkempt motions as you yearned to feel her more. Her hand slowly laced through your hair and grasped your strands then tilted your head to kiss deeper. Your tongues reached out at the same time, eagerly rolling together in a passionate manner, akin to a dance.

As the kiss continued, you suddenly felt her move against your body in a teasing manner. You almost let out a groan since she rubbed against your crotch, though you weren't sure if she did that intentionally or not. Your lips parted for a brief moment after a while, a small gasp leaving your mouth as you took in deep breaths. Yet the respite was short-lived as she slammed her lips on yours again and kissed passionately.

She once again rubbed her body on yours in a similar manner and you really felt she was doing it intentionally as if conveying something to you. That's when you decided to act and give her what she seemingly wanted. You swiftly picked her up and spun around to place her against the table behind you, making her body lean on the edge while your lips remained connected. She moaned softly from your sudden movement, yet made no attempt to stop or pull away.

"Mmh.... Y-Y/n....~" she breathed against your lips, her sweet voice sending shivers down your body and causing a throb in your crotch.

You pulled away from the kiss to breathe, panting heavily while gazing at her.

"I.... I don't know what to say, Lady Aglaea...."

You averted your gaze shyly. Aglaea smiled at your reaction then cupped your face and turned it towards herself.

"You need not say anything, for I know what's going on in your mind. Back at the theater, you were looking at me and thinking of me most of the time.... isn't that right?~"

You pursed your lips and nodded, "Of course, you'd know. There was no point in hiding it....."

She softly chuckled and continued stroking your cheek. You shifted your legs slightly which made your semi-erect shaft rub between her thighs, eliciting a muffled moan from her. Her sound and expressions were downright erotic even when reserved, you wanted to see and hear so much more of her. Without a second thought, you leaned forward and attached your lips to her neck and planted open-mouthed kisses over her skin.

She tilted her head back to give you better access, also showing she wasn't against you doing this. You kissed down till the exposed valley of her breasts then suddenly dropped to your knees, catching her off-guard. You felt up her silky smooth legs and raised her dress simultaneously until her clothed core was in sight, a wet patch beginning to form on her golden panties. You licked your lips at the sight, peppering kisses on her inner thighs now.

"Wait, Y/n...." she spoke breathily while looking down at you, her palm caressing your head.

You immediately stood up and gave her space, fearing you misunderstood the situation.

"S-Sorry, did you not want to? I assumed you were...."

She sensed your apologetic tone and wrapped golden threads around your body to pull you closer.

"As I mentioned, I was aware of your thoughts at the theater. In fact, I have been aware of your feelings for me since the beginning. Do you suppose I would have invited you for a simple dinner on such short notice otherwise?~"

Your eyes widened at her words, a blush forming on your face.

"Let's just say I didn't anticipate to move to this stage so quickly. I was going to genuinely show my hospitality then offer some special services~"

You looked away in embarrassment, "Sorry, I couldn't hold back just now...."

Aglaea chuckled and traced her slender finger down your body before stopping at your abdomen to palm your crotch, "I can't really blame you, can I? After all, the Garmentmaker certainly took liberties of its own."

You let out a muffled groan feeling her palm your erection, "T-That was.... you didn't tell it to do that?"

Aglaea shook her head sideways to convey her refusal then continued, "Nevertheless, I see no point in stopping now. I simply wanted us to be clear on certain things before moving on to the next step of this relationship."

You blushed more then nodded with a smile, "I appreciate that, thank you...."

You shared a gentle kiss then were down on your knees again immediately. Your hands caressed her thighs and pulled apart her dress to look at her core, more wetness formed on the golden cloth. You then grasped her panties and looked up at her for a moment, asking for permission, which she gave with a nod. A string of slick stuck to the fabric as it was pulled down, your eyes hooding at the sight of her bare cunt. You wasted no time and attached your lips to her clit, planting a supple kiss on it.

Aglaea let out a pleasant hum feeling your tongue lap up her folds, going up and down in simple strokes and caressing her clit simultaneously. You shifted closer and buried your face further into her, using your thumbs to spread her folds and finally insert your tongue inside. Her body arched with a low moan once, one hand shuffling to grip your head while the other clenched the table's edge. She gazed into empty space, instead using the threads to feel your touch.

Your nose touched her clit when you pushed deeper, prodding at her most sensitive spots with your tongue. It flicked inside to caress her walls, your lips wrapping around to suck at the same time. She gasped softly as you went deeper and scissored your tongue, her hips bucking into your mouth. Your hands grasped her hips and pulled her closer, she automatically spread her legs more and rested her right leg on your shoulder to give you more space.

Your eyes gazed up at her as you ate her out, sounds of sucking and slurping resounding in her ears. You pushed even deeper and somehow made her jolt up to sit on the edge of the table, her legs opening wide to accompany you. She moaned unexpectedly at your action, both of her legs hanging on your shoulders now as you diligently sucked on her bundle of nerves.

Aglaea subconsciously grinded her hips on your mouth, trying to feel you more and gain more friction against certain spots. Recognizing her efforts, you switched up your technique and pleasured other spots where she seemed to like it. She remained propped up by one arm while the other interlaced in your hair and pushed your head deeper, her legs locking around your neck as she approached her orgasm.

"Aaah.... Y/n.... i-it's nearing..... could you— mmh!~"

Her plea was seemingly cut off with a breathy moan as you moved faster now. You buried your tongue to the hilt, simultaneously rubbing her clit with your thumb now. She arched up from the combined stimulation, her nails lightly digging in your scalp as she gripped your strands tighter. You raised her body and plunged your tongue at a certain angle, the knot in her stomach snapping as you touched her most sensitive spot.

She came hard on your mouth, almost squirting her release as if she hadn't been pleasured in a long time. Her voice was mostly muffled as she came, merely taking in long breaths while she stabilized herself. You drank up every bit of her sweet, divine release, lapping away at her folds like a starved puppy. She released her grip in your head and gently caressed it as you licked her clean, gazing at you with a smile.

"I did not foresee you to be so skilled at this. My apologies if it was unsightly of me to—"

"Not at all, Lady Aglaea." you interjected, "You were beautiful. I.... I just hope you liked it...."

She remained silent for a while as if she was trying to read your thoughts then smiled, "It was a delightful experience, you have my gratitude."

You blushed from her compliment and shyly nodded, unsure of how to respond. She noted your flustered expression and found you adorable, feeling more joyous at agreeing to do this with you. She didn't need her eyes nor the golden threads to tell your throbbing erection strained in your pants, desperate for attention now. Without saying or doing anything, she stepped down from the table and turned around making you face her back now and bent against it.

You blushed more at the unexpected position, gazing at her exquisite body that was waiting for you to take her. Her back arched perfectly off the table, plentiful hips rubbing over your bulge and her lightly exposed shoulders as the straps of her dress had slipped down. Everything was picture perfect and you couldn't believe the sight was real. Aglaea sensed your strong gaze on her and looked over her shoulder, slowly swinging her hips on your bulge.

"Time is of the essence, dear guest. As the one responsible for your wellbeing, I don't want you to be constrained any longer~"

Your cock twitched at her words and you hastily undid your pants to pull it out. Her ears perked up at the sound of unzipping, her hands subconsciously clenching the table to prepare herself when she felt you drag up her dress to expose her folds. The sight of her dripping folds aroused you to no end and you wasted no more time to grasp your length and brush it across them. She shivered, hips bucking back to meet yours as if to beg for more.

"Mmh.... you don't need to wait.... I'm ready~"

You didn't need any more encouragement. With one swift thrust, you buried yourself deep inside her, feeling her warmth surround you. A soft whimper escaped her lips, a sound of pure, unrestrained need that was more intoxicating than Phagousa's honey.

You moved slowly at first, a deliberate, inch-by-inch penetration as you felt her tightness, the warm embrace that welcomed you. Her breath hitched, letting out a sharp gasp as you began to fill her.

"Ngh.... y-you feel so good.... aaah....~" you groaned, slowly pumping your hips.

"Mmh.... so do you.... o-oh.... t-there....~" she breathily replied, her hands clenching the edge of the table with each thrust you did.

You felt her internal muscles tighten around you, a wave of exquisite pressure that sent a shiver down your spine. You eased back slightly, then pushed deeper, searching for that pocket of intense sensation she was guiding you towards. Her body arched, a soft moan escaping her lips, higher pitched this time, laced with a vulnerability that made your chest ache even amidst the surging pleasure. You grasped her hips tighter, preparing to increase your pace.

"I'm going to move faster.... i-is that okay?"

"Y-Yes.... nnh.... don't hold back~"

Her words excited you to no end, but you had to remain in control and not lose yourself. You dragged out your cock once until only the tip remained inside, a sigh coming from her at the loss of your fullness. The loss was short-lived as you swiftly surged forward, burying yourself to the hilt, then pumping at an animalistic pace. She whimpered, her body rocking against the table from your frantic thrusts.

"Oh... oh Mnestia... yes...!~" she panted, her voice thick with pleasure.

Each thrust felt like a revelation, a deeper understanding of her body, her pleasure. You found a rhythm that seemed designed specifically for her, for the way she arched her back, the way her breath hitched and the way her hips tilted to meet you. The soft rubs of her plentiful curves against your hips were a delight. You could feel the heat radiating from her, a warmth that seemed to seep into your very bones.

You watched as her back arched further, a beautiful, strong curve that spoke of grace and power, even in this state of abandon. She was like a statue come to life, sculpted by the gods themselves, now yielding to your touch. The contrast between her usual regal composure and the raw, uninhibited pleasure she was experiencing was breathtaking.

You leaned forward, burying your face in the curve of her shoulder and neck, inhaling the scent of her skin, a mix of her unique fragrance and the musky aroma of arousal. Your hands wrapped around her waist, gripping her firmly, your hips continuing the onslaught on her behind.

"Tell me what you want...." you whispered against her skin, the demand a soft rumble that resonated through her body.

Your hushed voice accompanied with grunts made her shiver surprisingly, finding herself at a loss of words for a moment due to the sheer pleasure she was experiencing.

"Mmh.... f-faster.... keep going.... aaahn.... t-this is good....~"

You obliged, increasing the tempo, the thrusts becoming faster, more urgent. The sounds filling the room were primal – your groans, her gasps, the wet, rhythmic slapping of skin against skin. The delicate balance of her elegance was momentarily forgotten as pure instinct took over, her body responding with unadulterated pleasure. You focused on her, on the waves of pleasure you were coaxing from her, deriving immense satisfaction from her obvious surrender to sensation.

That's when you decided to change things. You wanted to see her, see the look on her face as she drowns in pleasure, gaze into her fathomless eyes as your bodies melted into one.

"I'm going to turn you over—!" you declared, barely giving her enough time to register the action as you immediately held up her left leg, stopping to move for a moment, and flipped her to lay on her back.

She whined— whined— from the sudden change, yet her hands were quick to reach up and hold you, arms wrapping around your neck to pull you close. You shoved your hips and hilted deep again, then started to move at the same pace as before. The moment you resumed, her head tilted back slightly, exposing the long, elegant line of her throat. Her golden eyes hooded, fixed on you, pulling you in. The whine turned into a low moan as you continued, a sound of pure, rich pleasure vibrating in her chest and against your own.

You leaned down, pressing a kiss to the pulse point at her throat, tasting the salt and the heady scent of her arousal. She arched into the contact, her legs wrapping tighter around your waist, urging you deeper, faster. The rhythm quickened again, a frantic, beautiful dance between your bodies, fueled by a desperate need that transcended mere physical release. The table rocked again, your strength becoming visible as you gave up your restraints. Your hands moved her dress down to expose her ample breasts, immediately cupping them.

Aglaea gasped when she felt your lips on her hardened nipple, her arms automatically wrapping around your head to keep you in. Your tongue swirled on the bud, tasting it, then putting your lips on it to suck. She arched into you again as you sucked her nipple, pinching and twirling the other one before switching to suck it as well. Her fingers tangled in your hair, pulling your face closer. Her breath hitched, ragged bursts that fueled the fire building within you.

You leaned back up and put her legs on your shoulders before grasping her waist, beginning a new onrush of desperate thrusts. Her breasts jiggled every time, ragged moans resounding in your ear. Her face that rarely harbored emotions showed intense signs of pleasure- eyes squeezed shut, lips parted, a flush spreading across her high cheekbones. You pushed deeper, harder, chasing the crest of the wave alongside her.

"I-I'm close.... hah... should I pull o—?!"

Before you could even complete your question, she waved her hand and golden threads wrapped around your torso and hips, tugging you closer and keeping you in place. You groaned in surprise, feeling your cock be pushed to the deepest depths possible. The tightness coiled around you, warm walls clenching you as if to milk you dry. Her answer was already clear, it seems she had decided this from the get-go.

You dropped her legs down and she wrapped them around your waist now, spreading her arms open for you. You leaned forward and embraced her, the warmth welcoming you, your hips rutting with her. She cupped your face and connected your lips, initiaing an intense and desperate kiss, one that was highly unlike her yet extremely endearing to you.

"S-So am I.... aaah....! Oh, for the love of Mnestia!~" she cried out, pushing your head in the crook of her neck, your face getting squished in her ample breasts.

The floodgates burst, a white-hot torrent surging through you. Your body convulsed, a guttural roar tearing from your lungs as you poured yourself into her, held captive and ecstatic by the golden threads, by her will, by her power. She moaned your name, a sharp, beautiful sound, her body arching into yours as her own release took her. It was a symphony of shared surrender, of two powerful beings collapsing into each other, stripped bare of everything but base need and profound connection.

"Ngh.... A-Aglaea—!~" you moaned her name in return as your release burst forth, the first time you uttered it without a title, and she found herself liking the sound of that.

The tension held by the golden threads lingered for another moment, a final, fading pulse, before they dissolved into nothingness, leaving behind only the ghost of warmth and the heavy reality of your bodies pressed together, slick with sweat, trembling with the aftershocks of your shared climax. Your head rested on her chest, panting, listening to the frantic beating of her heart. The air was thick with the scent of sex and something else, something faintly floral and divine that you now associated only with her.

You then slowly pulled out of her, a squelching sound coming as it dragged out of her drenched folds with a pop. Her form looked elegant as ever, even with your release leaking out of her and her body covered in sweat and heaving. She stood up soon after and embraced you again, her hand gently caressing the back of your head. You couldn't deny you were a little surprised at this, but didn't resist and returned her embrace.

"You have my heartfelt gratitude for this. I.... I had forgotten how it felt, thank you for reminding me and giving me a new, unforgettable memory."

Your eyes widened at her confession, then you gave her a shy smile.

"It's okay, I didn't do much.... I'm just glad you liked it."

Your words tugged her heartstrings, dormant feelings she didn't know she still had. Her fingers grasped your chin and pulled it up to make you look into her eyes, a sultry, seductive smile forming on her face.

"I'm open to sharing more moments like this while you are here~"

You blushed profusely, realizing what she meant.

"M-Me too.... anytime you want...."

She smiled then leaned in for a gentle kiss, sealing the deal.

You washed yourselves then eventually made way to the dining area, as she had initially planned. A feast was long prepared by the Garmentmakers who patiently waited for you both. You had forgotten their existence in that room.... you were just glad they had no face and couldn't speak. You enjoyed a hearty meal together, not speaking much of your recent intimacy, instead engaging in a casual conversation on other topics.

Once finished with the meal, you thanked her for the time spent and were ready to head back now. Although, deep inside you wished to stay a bit longer and just spend time with her, even if doing nothing. You were about to be escorted out when Aglaea sent away the Garmentmakers and approached you, suddenly feeling a bit nervous thinking of what she had in mind.

With a simple flick of her fingers, golden threads were bound around your wrists, tying them together. You stared at her wide-eyed, confused and shocked. She smirked then turned around and started walking further into the house, the threads pulling you and making you follow her. You entered a lavish bedroom, bathed in gold and silk, easily able to decipher it was her private chamber.

Before you knew it, you were shoved on the bed and pulled near the headboard by the threads, your arms held up by them. You couldn't even protest or question her, knowing well where this was headed and you couldn't deny you wanted it. You sat still and waited, watching as she slipped out of her gown, revealing her exquisite body for your eyes to feast on.

Your shaft hardened at once, feeling extremely aroused by everything now, especially her. She climbed up on the bed and crawled towards you, glancing at your erect shaft once and chuckling while her fingers traced your jaw. She straddled your lap then, hips laying snug against your erect length, arms wrapping around your neck as she came closer to whisper in your ear.

"There's more of my hospitality that I'd like to show, esteemed guest. Would you be willing to bear with me and continue this union?~"

Her angelic voice came hushed, instantly sending shivers down your spine and making your length throb. Your clothes were discarded quickly afterwards as her warmth wrapped you again, hips meeting yours with fervour and continuing the revelry from before.

~*~

It was sometime early into the day when Aglaea woke up, body intertwined with yours, marks of your passionate union adorning both of your skins. She gazed at your form sleeping peacefully beside her, feeling some kind of longing surge in her.

"Garmentmaker, bring me my measuring tools."

The puppet obliged immediately, fetching her sewing tape and a notepad. It then aided her master as she carefully took measurements of your body, ensuring not to disturb your slumber. She recalled the way she held your body the previous day, remembering some of the measurements by just touch as she didn't want to wake you up. Soon, she noted down all necessary measurements and sent the Garmentmaker away, laying back down beside you.

Her hand caressed your face as she leaned to kiss your forehead, smiling, pondering over the next garment she was going to design for a person she cherished after so long, a person she held deeply in her inhumane heart. The unfinished fabric would finally be weaved by the Dressmaster of Okhema, and it would be a garment worth no price, as the only price was her love- which she reserved for you.

#honkai star rail #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail smut #aglaea #hsr aglaea #aglaea x reader #honkai star rail aglaea #hsr smut

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makeitworse · 3 days ago

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MISSING YOU

ji-yong wants you back bad— and he couldn’t be any more obvious about it.

your pov | ft. @aizshallnotbefound . ݁₊ contains: 2ne1!reader x gdragon. social media au collab. relationship timeline. angst to fluff.

notes: 300 follower special. thank you for all the love ♡ here’s something zenny and i cooked up together! (make sure to check out her part too)

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2ne1_updates Y/n photographed with rumoured boyfriend G-Dragon at Chanel Cruise 2015/16 Show in Seoul. 4 May 2015

user okay so they’re not even hiding it anymore user Y/N LIKED THE POST OMG?! user my otp ❤️❤️

xxxibgdrgn ✓ “Act III, M.O.T.T.E” in #LA 17 July 2017

user wasn’t y/n in LA?? did anyone see her at the concert? user i don’t think she went.. user is it just me or has he been losing weight? :(

xxxibgdrgn ✓

13 August 2017

user pls just post a pic with y/n user are you doing okay jiyongi?

r/bigbang [Discussion] GD and y/n break up

according to Dispatch they’re over. what do you guys think? i really hope it’s not true.

user i heard she hasn’t been going to his MOTTE concerts. listen to the new album too, sounds like he’s lonely. ╰ user his instagram posts too? he just seems so sad lately.

user i’m not believing anything until YG releases an official statement

user well y/n hasn’t been very active since 2ne1 got disbanded last year. they must just be going through a rough patch.

gd.daily GD seen deleting posts on his private account peaceminusone following rumours of breakup with former 2ne1 member y/n. 4 January 2018

user y/n’s been removing anything gd related from her page too. they’re really over 😭😭 user NOT MY PARENTS NO user pls say sike rn im so serious.

xxxibgdrgn ✓ Please take care of me this year, kid😿 everything will be fine😌 9 January 2018

user the caption 😢😢 user is this confirmation that they’re over?? user looks like it :( user guys i commented asking about the breakup on y/n’s account and she blocked me. brb gonna go cry

vipnewss GD hanging out with CL last night 🍒 14 July 2024

user my y/n x gd heart is screaming at this user CL PLS BRING Y/N AND GD BACK TOGETHER 🙏 user does this mean y/n and gd could be talking again?? 👀 user watch out she might block u LOL

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chaelincl ✓ Reconnecting from where we Started 25 July 2024

_minzy_mz ✓ 🔥🔥 user gd liked!! user yall they both moved on, leave them alone user the queens are backkk

xxxibgdrgn ✓

29 July 2024

user he def posting this after seeing the paparazzi photos 🤣 user aww jealous much jiyong? user gd chill out bro y/n has a man 😭🙏

gd.daily GD at MAMA awards caught looking at where 2ne1 was seated. 25 November 2024

user WE ARE SO BACK user he was SO looking at y/n omg user didn’t y/n have a bf?? user not confirmed. but who wouldn’t date gd instead

xxxibgdrgn ✓ 🗿Übermensch ➦ 2025.02.25🚩 8 February

user anyone else think this album will be about y/n… user ibelongiiu will be his eyes nose lips i’m calling it now emmiesoverthemoon i want u fine shyt (don’t tell my gfs)

gdrgnupdates GD via his instagram story 280225 28 February

user his dramatic ass posting this the same day as y/n’s post with her guy bsf lmao user oh so he wants her back BAD huh user THE THIRST TRAP W/ BONAMANA IM CRYINGGG user can she just text him back already💀

bigbang__vip jiyong, daesung and youngbae hanging out last night! (cr: fakesickness) 7 March

user surprise bigbang return at ubermensch tour?? user y/n was just on zip daesung omg… no way they’re not in contact rn user “daesung, can you hook me up w y/n’s new number?” -gd probably

xxxibgdrgn ✓

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9 March

user ik he was giggling n kicking his feet when y/n finally liked one of his posts user y/n ignoring all of his thirst traps but liking a pic of his cats is so funny user he got custody of the kids in the divorce 💔

jiyongsthighs i’m beginning to notice a pattern here… 13 March

user yeah there’s literally no way they’re not back tg. user soft launch icons user OTP IS ALIVE AND BREATHING 🌹🌼

G-Dragon & Y/n Allegedly Back Together

NEWS 15 March 2025

This morning, G-Dragon posted a picture to Instagram of what fans recognised to be 2ne1 member (and rumoured former girlfriend) Y/n holding his cat, Lye.

It seems he had intended to post it on his “secret” private account instead, as the post was promptly deleted— though not before netizens could capture screenshots.

Speculation about the couple began in 2015, supported by numerous sightings, matching accessories, and hints on their social medias.

Following 2ne1’s disbandment in 2016, break-up rumours started circulating during GD’s ‘M.O.T.T.E’ Tour in 2017. Fans noticed that Y/n had been absent from any concerts, as well as posts on GD’s socials alluding to being lonely.

However, fans began to hope for a potential reunion, after 2ne1 and GD both announced their 2024 comebacks from hiatus.

Speculation spread like wildfire at possible contact between the two— which was all but confirmed with (not so) subtle hints of each other in their posts.

Now, the return of their romance has been practically announced by GD in his now-deleted Instagram post.

vipnewss GD & Y/n spotted shopping yesterday ❣️ 18 March

user she heard gyro-drop n unblocked him LMAO user idk who to be jealous of but i’m sick user war is over…. it’s been 7 years…

tags: @lightinbug @michelllleee @ferrarifinnick @namsgyu @riddlerloveb0t @ttturnitup @pinkpunkdynamite @heartubeatusalon @breakmeoff

#gdragon x reader #g dragon x reader #kwon ji yong x reader #kwon jiyong x reader #bigbang x reader #bigbang smau #bigbang social media au

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the-oblivious-writer · 2 days ago

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With Her I Die |13|

Past J.T to Eventual S.S x Female Reader

Chapter Thirteen: Cave Sweet Cave

warnings: depictions of grief and trauma, references to death, suicidal ideation/self-destructive behavior, hallucinations/mental health struggles, references to starvation/food scarcity, mentions of blood, and mild profanity.

note(s): j.t coming.

taglist: @morganismspam23 @slutforabbyanderson @serendippindots

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The cave smells like wet earth and animal musk—not entirely unpleasant, but not the Yankee Candle scent of the year either. You've gotten used to it over the weeks, just like you've gotten used to the constant dripping from somewhere deep in the darkness, the way your voice echoes when you talk to yourself. And you talk to yourself a lot these days.

Except it's not really talking to yourself when someone answers back.

"That rabbit is overcooked," Jackie says, perched on a rock formation that juts from the cave wall like a natural throne. Her skin is pristine—no blue tinge, no frost, no evidence of the death that claimed her. She looks the way she did before everything went to hell, perfect and untouchable. "You're going to get, like, food poisoning or whatever."

"Can't get food poisoning from overcooked meat," you mutter, rotating the small carcass on your makeshift spit. "That's not how it works."

"Oh, look who's suddenly the CDC," Jackie quips, crossing her legs. She's wearing the outfit she died in, which seems like a weird choice for a ghost, but you've learned not to question the logic of hallucinations. "Seriously though, it's literally turning to charcoal."

You sigh, pulling the rabbit from the fire. It is, in fact, blackened beyond recognition. "Fuck."

"Told you."

"Yeah, well, Gordon Ramsay you're not." You tear into the burnt meat anyway, hunger overriding any concern for flavor. It's been three days since you caught anything, and the winter berries you've been scavenging have left your stomach growling more often than not.

Jackie watches you eat with that bemused expression she always wore when she thought you were being difficult just to spite her. "I don't know why you insist on staying out here. It's not like it's helping."

"It is helping," you argue through a mouthful of charred protein. "No one's looking at me like I'm about to go full Cobain anymore. No one's walking on eggshells around me. No one's trying to fix me."

"No one's around you at all," Jackie points out, unhelpfully.

"Exactly." You toss a bone into the small pile accumulating in the corner of your temporary home. "Peace and fucking quiet."

Jackie makes that little huffing sound that always meant she was gearing up for an argument. "Except for me."

"Except for you," you concede, unable to stop the small smile that tugs at your lips. "Lucky me."

The nightmares still come, but they're different now. Less vivid, more fragmented. You no longer wake up screaming, convinced your hands are covered in Jackie's blood, her flesh caught beneath your fingernails. Instead, the dreams dissolve as soon as you open your eyes, leaving only a lingering sense of unease, a metallic taste in your mouth.

"You talked in your sleep again," Jackie informs you as you blink awake, the weak morning light filtering through the cave entrance. She's lying beside you on the nest of pine boughs and salvaged clothing you've fashioned into a bed, her head propped on one hand, studying you with unnerving intensity.

"What did I say?" You stretch, wincing at the stiffness in your back. The ground never gets more comfortable, no matter how long you sleep on it.

"The usual charming stuff. 'I hate you.' 'Why did you leave me?' 'I should have been the one to die.'" Jackie ticks each item off on her fingers, her tone conversational, as if reciting a grocery list. "Oh, and my personal favorite: 'I'm going to eat your heart.'"

You groan, covering your face with your hands. "Jesus."

"I mean, it's a little over the top, but I appreciate the passion." Jackie's voice softens, and you feel the ghost of a touch on your shoulder—a sensation your brain manufactures, you know, but it feels real enough to make your breath catch. "You know it wasn't your fault, right?"

"Can we not do this this morning?" You sit up, shrugging off the imaginary touch. "I'd rather just... I don't know, pretend we're normal teenagers doing normal teenager shit."

Jackie raises an eyebrow. "Like what? Giving each other makeovers? Gossiping about boys?"

"God, you're so straight," you mutter, reaching for your boots.

"Says the girl who's clearly in love with my ex-best friend."

You freeze, one boot half-laced. "What?"

"Oh, come on." Jackie rolls her eyes dramatically. "You and Shauna? The longing glances? The way she's been taking care of you since I died? It's like watching a really depressing rom-com."

"That's not—we're not—" You sputter, feeling heat rise to your face. "She's pregnant with Jeff's baby, for fuck's sake."

"And?" Jackie shrugs. "People can have complicated feelings."

"She was your best friend."

"Was being the operative word." Jackie gestures to herself. "Dead now, remember? Kind of releases all parties from prior obligations."

You finish lacing your boots with more aggression than necessary. "I don't need relationship advice from my dead girlfriend, thanks."

"Ex-girlfriend," Jackie corrects primly. "Death is technically a breakup. I'm pretty sure that's in the fine print somewhere."

Despite yourself, you laugh—a rusty sound that echoes off the cave walls. "You're such a bitch sometimes."

"Part of my charm." Jackie flashes that smile that always made your knees weak, the one that lights up her entire face and creates that dimple in her left cheek. "Seriously though, how long are you planning to stay out here? Another week? Month? Until the rescue teams finally show up?"

The question sobers you immediately. Rescue. Such a distant concept now, almost abstract. Sometimes you forget there's a world beyond this wilderness, that once you had a life that didn't revolve around basic survival and crushing grief.

"I don't know," you admit, your voice small in the vastness of the cave. "I'm not ready to go back yet."

"Because of the nightmares?" Jackie asks, her tone gentler now. "Or because of Shauna?"

"Both. Neither." You stand, brushing dirt from your pants. "It's just... easier out here. Simpler."

"Bullshit," Jackie says flatly. "You're hiding."

"So what if I am?" You snap, suddenly defensive. "I'm allowed to take some time. I'm allowed to fucking grieve."

"It's been weeks, hon." Jackie's voice echoes strangely, as if coming from further away, though she hasn't moved from her spot on your bed. "And you're not grieving. You're punishing yourself."

"Same difference," you mutter, grabbing your makeshift spear from where it leans against the wall. "I'm going to check the traps."

Jackie sighs, a sound so familiar it makes your chest ache. "You can't keep avoiding this conversation."

"Watch me," you toss over your shoulder as you head for the cave entrance, ignoring the fact that you're arguing with a figment of your own imagination. That's what Jackie is—a hallucination, a manifestation of your guilt and grief. Nothing more.

But as you step into the cold morning air, you swear you can hear her voice following you: "You can't hide forever. Not even from yourself."

The traps are empty again. Not surprising—game has been scarce lately, the animals either hibernating or migrated to more hospitable territory. You should probably do the same, head back to the cabin where there's at least the promise of shared food, shared warmth. Shared misery, too, but that's the cost of communion these days.

Instead, you find yourself drawn toward the edge of the clearing where the others have made their home. You've done this every few days since you left, keeping tabs on them from a distance, assuring yourself they're still there, still alive. Still waiting, though they don't know it.

You stay hidden among the trees, watching the morning routine unfold. Tai emerges first, as always, vigilant and purposeful even in mundane tasks like gathering firewood. Van follows, her gait still slightly uneven from her injuries. They move around each other with the easy familiarity of people who've learned to anticipate one another's needs, who've found comfort in shared space.

"Couple goals," Jackie comments from beside you, making you jump. You hadn't realized your hallucination had followed you from the cave. "Though honestly, the whole 'mauled by wolves' thing is a bit much for a meet-cute."

"Jesus, you scared me," you hiss, then feel immediately ridiculous for being startled by your own imagination.

"Sorry, not sorry." Jackie leans against a tree, her form slightly translucent in the daylight, like an underexposed photograph. "Oh look, there's your girl."

Shauna emerges from the cabin, bundled against the cold, her pregnancy now unmistakable even beneath layers of clothing. She moves more slowly than the others, one hand resting on the swell of her belly, the other clutching something you can't quite make out from this distance.

"She's not my girl," you mutter automatically.

"She could be," Jackie says, her voice uncharacteristically serious. "If you'd stop being such a coward."

You bristle at the accusation. "It's not that simple."

"It never is." Jackie's gaze follows Shauna as she makes her way to the edge of the clearing, where a small stack of rocks marks a makeshift memorial. Your memorial, you realize with a jolt. They think you're dead.

Well, most of them do. You've seen Lottie leaving offerings at the forest's edge—food, small trinkets, once even a crudely fashioned doll that looked disturbingly like you. You've taken the food, left the rest. Some superstitions are better left untested, especially out here where the line between reality and nightmare feels increasingly permeable.

Shauna kneels awkwardly beside the stone marker, placing what you can now see is a small bunch of winter flowers on top. Her lips move in what might be prayer, though you've never known Shauna to be religious. Then again, trauma changes people. Death changes them more.

"She goes there every morning," Jackie says softly. "Rain or shine. Hasn't missed a day."

Something twists in your chest—guilt, longing, a complicated tangle of emotions you don't have names for. "I didn't ask her to do that."

"She's not doing it for you, dumbass." Jackie rolls her eyes. "She's doing it for herself. Grief rituals are for the living."

"Now you're a therapist?" You scoff, but your eyes remain fixed on Shauna, on the gentle way she arranges the flowers, the careful touch of her fingers against the stones.

"I read a lot of Cosmo," Jackie shrugs. "Same difference."

You watch in silence as Shauna finishes her ritual, as she pushes herself to her feet with visible effort. Something about the way she moves—the heaviness in her steps, the slump of her shoulders—makes your throat tighten.

"She's not okay," you murmur, more to yourself than to Jackie.

"None of you are okay," Jackie points out. "You're all traumatized teenagers trapped in the wilderness, surrounded by death and darkness and whatever weird shit Lottie's been sensing. 'Okay' isn't exactly on the menu."

"That's not what I mean." You frown, studying Shauna more carefully. "She looks... defeated. Like she's given up."

"Hmm, I wonder why," Jackie's voice drips with sarcasm. "Could it be because she lost her best friend, then lost you, is carrying a baby in the middle of nowhere, and oh yeah, thinks you might have been eaten by wolves or bears or whatever the fuck is out there?"

"They found your jacket," you remind her, finally tearing your gaze away from Shauna to look at Jackie. "That's why they think I'm dead. They found your bloody jacket and assumed..."

"Assumed you'd been 'wilderness victim number whatever'?" Jackie completes the thought. "Yeah, well, assumptions are a bitch. Kind of like letting people think you're dead when you're actually just having an extended pity party in a cave five miles away."

The words sting, as they're meant to. "It's not a pity party."

"No? Then what is it? Seriously, what's your endgame here?" Jackie steps closer, her imaginary presence somehow managing to feel confrontational. "How long are you planning to play dead?"

"I don't know!" The words burst out of you louder than intended, and you glance anxiously toward the clearing. No one seems to have heard. "I don't know," you repeat, quieter this time. "I just... I needed to get away. From the nightmares, from the whispers, from that fucking look in everyone's eyes."

"What look?"

"Like they're waiting for the next person to break. Like they're wondering who it's going to be—Shauna with her grief, Travis with his guilt, Nat with her rage. Me with my..." you trail off, unsure how to name the darkness that's been growing inside you since Jackie's death.

"Your what?" Jackie presses, her voice soft but insistent.

"My hunger," you finally say, the word feeling strange and shameful on your tongue. "This... emptiness that nothing seems to fill. Not food, not sleep, not fucking, not fighting. Nothing."

Jackie is quiet for a long moment, studying you with an expression you can't quite read. Finally, she sighs. "So you think the solution is to isolate yourself? To just... what, slowly starve to death in a cave while hallucinating conversations with your dead girlfriend?"

Put like that, it does sound rather pathetic. "I'm not starving to death."

"Your ribs say otherwise, babe." Jackie gestures to your body, and you realize with a start that you haven't really looked at yourself in weeks. Your clothes hang looser than before, your cheekbones more pronounced when you touch them.

"I'm fine," you insist, but the protest sounds hollow even to your own ears.

"You're dying," Jackie says bluntly. "Slower than I did, maybe, but just as surely. And for what? Because you feel guilty about our fight? Because you can't handle feeling something for Shauna? Because you think you deserve to suffer?"

"All of the above?" You attempt a smile, but it feels more like a grimace.

Jackie makes that exasperated sound again, the one that always made you want to kiss her just to shut her up. "You're being ridiculous. And selfish."

"Selfish?" The accusation ignites a flare of anger in your chest. "How the fuck am I being selfish?"

"They're grieving you," Jackie says, gesturing toward the cabin where the others have gathered around the morning fire. "They're going through all the same pain and guilt and anger you felt when I died, except they don't even get the closure of a body. And meanwhile, you're alive and well—well, alive anyway—playing fucking wilderness survival because you're too scared to face your feelings."

"That's not fair," you protest weakly.

"Fair?" Jackie laughs, the sound echoing strangely through the trees. "Was it fair when I froze to death? Was it fair when that plane crashed? None of this is fair, but at least have the decency to let the people who love you know you're not dead."

The word 'love' hits you like a physical blow. Love. Such a simple word for such a complicated emotion, especially out here where survival has blurred all normal boundaries, where relationships form and fracture under the constant pressure of fear and hunger and desperation.

"I don't know how to go back," you admit quietly, your eyes drawn again to Shauna, who's now sitting by the fire, her expression distant, her hand absently stroking her belly. "What do I even say? 'Sorry for disappearing, I've been living in a cave talking to my dead girlfriend's ghost for weeks'? They'll think I've lost my mind."

"Honey, you've lost your mind," Jackie says with unexpected gentleness. "But so has everyone else out here. It's practically a prerequisite for survival at this point."

You can't help but laugh at that—a short, broken sound that feels foreign in your throat. "Great pep talk."

"I'm serious. You think Lottie's all there with her visions and rituals? You think Shauna's in a healthy mental state, carrying that baby while mourning two people she loves? You think any of this is normal?" Jackie gestures widely at the wilderness around you. "We're way past normal. We crossed that line the moment the plane went down."

She's right, of course. You've all been changed by this place, transformed in ways both subtle and profound. The people you were before the crash—privileged suburban teenagers with college aspirations and petty dramas—those people might as well be dead. What remains is something harder, stranger, shaped by hunger and fear and the constant proximity of death.

"So what do I do?" you ask, hating the vulnerability in your voice but unable to disguise it. "Just walk back into camp like nothing happened?"

"No," Jackie says simply. "You walk back in and face whatever happens next. The relief, the anger, the questions. You deal with Shauna and whatever's happening between you two. You rejoin the fucking land of the living."

"While still talking to the dead," you point out wryly.

Jackie shrugs, a familiar gesture that makes your heart ache. "I'm a delight. They should be so lucky."

The casual arrogance is so perfectly Jackie that you can't help smiling, even as tears prick at the corners of your eyes. "I miss you," you whisper. "The real you, not just... whatever my brain is doing to cope."

"I know." Jackie's form seems to flicker slightly, like a candle in a draft. "But I'm not coming back. You need to start dealing with that."

"I'm trying."

"Try harder," she says, but there's no bite to the words. "And maybe start by, I don't know, not slowly dying in a cave?"

You look toward the cabin again, where life continues without you. Natalie's cleaning her rifle, meticulous as always. Travis is splitting wood, each swing of the axe precise and controlled. Mari stands at the edge of the clearing, staring into the forest with an expression you can't decipher from this distance. And Shauna... Shauna just sits, still and watchful, her eyes fixed on something no one else can see.

"Tomorrow," you decide suddenly. "I'll go back tomorrow."

Jackie raises an eyebrow. "Why not today?"

You gesture down at yourself—dirty, thin, wild-haired. "Because I want a chance to clean up first. Maybe catch something decent to bring back as a peace offering. I can't just show up empty-handed after all this time."

"Always making them wait," Jackie sighs, but she's smiling slightly. "Fine. Tomorrow. But if you chicken out, I swear I'll haunt you even harder."

"Is that possible?"

"Try me and find out." Jackie's smile turns mischievous. "I know all your weak spots, remember? I can make your afterlife very uncomfortable."

The threat, delivered in that flirtatious tone she always used when she was teasing you, makes you laugh despite everything. "Fine. Tomorrow. I promise."

"Good." Jackie looks satisfied, her form growing more transparent as the sun climbs higher in the sky. "Now let's go see if we can catch something that you won't burn to a crisp this time."

As you follow your hallucination back into the forest, you cast one last glance over your shoulder at the cabin, at the life you've been avoiding. Tomorrow, you think. Tomorrow you'll face whatever waits for you there—the grief, the questions, the complicated tangle of feelings you've been running from.

Tomorrow you'll stop hiding from the living and start leaving the dead where they belong—in memory, not in constant conversation. Tomorrow you'll face Shauna and whatever exists between you two, nascent and unnamed but undeniably present.

Tomorrow. But for today, you let yourself have one more day of avoidance, one more day of talking to ghosts, one more day of being dead before you have to face the complications of being alive again.

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hazelira · 2 days ago

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a bigger heart

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It was a Saturday morning, bright and calm, as Sunghoon sat in the living room, nervously glancing at the clock. Today, he had promised to look after his goddaughter, little Jiwon, the daughter of his idol member, Jay, and his fiancé, Y/N, who was working on a freelance project. He had never really had much chance to bond with her outside of the usual meetings and occasional visits, and today felt like a significant opportunity to make it work.

Tiny footsteps echoed down the hall, and Sunghoon’s heart skipped a beat as Jiwon appeared in the doorway, her big brown eyes looking up at him warily.

"Appa?" she asked, her voice unsure.

"No, sweetheart," Sunghoon chuckled softly, bending down to her level. "I’m Uncle Sunghoon today. You’re going to spend the day with me."

Jiwon nodded slightly but didn’t move from the door. She had always been a shy and reserved child; today, something felt off. Sunghoon’s smile faltered as he watched her clutch a stuffed bunny to her chest.

"Do you want to play with me?" he asked gently, stretching his hand toward her.

Jiwon hesitated, her small face scrunched in thought. She shuffled toward him a little but then stopped.

"What’s wrong, princess?" Sunghoon asked, his voice soft, sensing something was bothering her.

Jiwon’s lower lip trembled, and she looked away, her eyes glistening with unspoken worry. "Appa and Eomma… told me I’m going to be a big sister," she murmured, her voice small. "What if they don’t love me anymore?"

Sunghoon’s heart broke at the words. He knelt, meeting her gaze with a comforting smile.

"Jiwon," he started, taking her small hand in his, "You know your Appa and Eomma love you more than anything, right?"

She nodded, but the sadness in her eyes didn’t fade.

"Being a big sister isn’t scary," Sunghoon continued, "It just means you get to be an even bigger part of their world. You get to be a helper, and when the baby gets a little older, you can play together, just like how we play."

"But… What if the baby takes their love away?" Jiwon asked, a sob threatening to escape her tiny lips.

Sunghoon's heart sank at the vulnerability in her voice. "Jiwon, your parents will always love you just the same. They can love you and the new baby both at the same time. Love doesn’t have to be divided; there’s always enough to go around."

Just then, little feet running down the hall caught their attention. Sunghoon turned to see his baby boy, Sungjin, barely three years old, waddling into the living room with a big grin.

"Sungjin!" Sunghoon laughed, holding out his arms. The toddler ran straight into them, climbing onto his lap with giggles.

Jiwon’s eyes widened as she watched Sungjin snuggle into Sunghoon’s arms, his chubby little hands reaching for the stuffed bunny she was still holding.

"Look, Jiwon," Sunghoon said gently, " Sungjin is here too. He’s my little buddy, and even though we’re all so close, he’s never taken away any of my love for you."

Sungjin reached out and took the bunny from Jiwon with a joyful squeal. Jiwon blinked in surprise but didn’t protest. Sunghoon shifted Sungjin into one arm and held his other hand to Jiwon.

"Would you like to join us? You can sit with us, and we can all play together. You’re part of this family, Jiwon, and nothing will change that."

Jiwon hesitated for a moment, watching Sungjin snuggle into Sunghoon’s chest. After a long pause, she slowly moved toward him, letting him lift her onto his lap alongside Sungjin.

"There’s always room for you, Jiwon," Sunghoon murmured as he held both children in his arms. "No matter what happens, nothing will change how much I care about you. You’re my precious goddaughter and part of my family, too."

For a moment, everything was still. Jiwon nestled into his side, her eyes still uncertain, but her breathing steadied as she relaxed. Sungjin squirmed in his lap, giggling happily as he reached for a toy car on the floor.

Y/N entered the room just then, a soft smile on her face as she watched the three of them together, her heart swelling. She walked over and kissed Sunghoon on the cheek, her gaze soft and full of warmth.

"How’s she doing?" she whispered.

Sunghoon looked down at Jiwon, who had started to smile a little. Her arms were wrapped around Sungjin, holding him close.

"I think we’re getting there," he replied softly, "She’s starting to see that love isn’t something you can lose. It just grows bigger."

Y/N smiled, her heart full. "You’re amazing with her, Hoon. I’m so glad we have you."

Sunghoon turned to her, his gaze full of tenderness. "I’m glad I have you and her. Family is everything to me. And I want Jiwon to know, no matter what, she’ll never be alone."

Jiwon looked up at him then, her eyes wide and curious. "I… I’m not alone?"

"Never," Sunghoon whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "You have me, your Eomma and Appa, and you have this little guy, too," he said, nodding at Sungjin, who was still happily playing with his toy.

"Okay," Jiwon said softly, her eyes lighting up slightly. "I’m not alone."

Sunghoon smiled, wrapping both arms around her and Sungjin, pulling them into a gentle embrace.

"Not ever, sweetheart."

As they sat there, the three nestled together in the quiet comfort of family. Jiwon’s worries seemed to ease, and a small but genuine smile crept across her face.

Everything was going to be okay.

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zoe535 · 14 hours ago

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Someone to Love

Part 3

Pazzixmoms

The emergency room smelled like antiseptic and anxiety. Azzi sat with Zaya clutched tightly to her chest, her hoodie pulled around her like armor, eyes darting every time someone coughed or a monitor beeped. Paige was next to her, one hand wrapped around her shoulder, the other fiddling anxiously with the strap of the diaper bag.

“She’s not crying anymore,” Azzi whispered, like that fact itself was terrifying. “That’s... probably good?” Paige said, but even her voice wavered.

Azzi shook her head. “She was screaming. Then she stopped. I don't think that’s normal Paige.” Paige leaned closer. “You did the right thing coming here.”

“I didn’t do anything right,” Azzi said. “I panicked. I freaked out. She was gagging and arching her back as if she was in pain and I—God, I thought something was really wrong.”

“You’re not supposed to have all the answers, Az,” Paige said gently. “That’s why we have doctors.” Azzi didn’t reply. She was too busy counting Zaya’s breaths. Each tiny inhale felt like a miracle.

After what felt like hours (it was 20 minutes), a nurse called them in. Paige carried the diaper bag and the portable car seat while Azzi followed, bouncing Zaya gently in her arms, whispering the same quiet reassurance over and over: “You’re okay. You’re okay. Mommy’s got you.”

They were led to a small pediatric room, where the overhead lights were too bright and the exam table looked too big for someone so tiny. Azzi didn’t want to lay Zaya down.

“Let me hold her for this” she said quickly, her voice raw.

The nurse gave her a kind look and nodded. “That’s totally fine, Mom knows best.”

Azzi blinked at the word.

Mom.

Her.

She swallowed.

The nurse gently took Zaya’s temperature, listened to her breathing, felt her belly. The baby whined, kicked softly, but didn’t cry. “Any fever?” the nurse asked.

“No, I dont think so. Just nonstop screaming, weird gasping, arching her back...” Azzi rattled it all off in a single breath.

“Has she been feeding?” “She tries,” Paige said. “But she’ll latch, suck for like five seconds, then cry. Like it hurts.” The nurse nodded, scribbled notes, and smiled softly. “You’re not alone. Let me grab the doctor.”

Azzi looked at Paige as soon as she left. “Do you think I brought her for nothing?” “No,” Paige said firmly. “She looked like she was in pain. You trusted your instincts. That’s what moms do.” “I feel like I’m messing everything up.” “Baby...You’re not.”

Azzi didn’t answer. She just rocked Zaya back and forth, back and forth, her eyes never leaving her baby’s face.

The pediatrician came in five minutes later. Young, kind-eyed, and calm in a way that made both of them feel like maybe the floor wouldn’t fall out from under them.

He introduced himself, then gently took over the exam. Zaya didn’t like it—she started crying again the moment he pressed on her belly—but the doctor remained calm.

“I know this is hard to see,” he said. “But the good news is, she’s strong. Her lungs are working just fine.”

“What about the back arching?” Azzi asked quickly. “And the way she curled up, and screamed like—like she was in pain—”

He nodded. “It sounds like colic. Possibly a touch of reflux, too.”

Paige frowned. “What exactly does that mean?”

“Basically, her digestive system is still maturing. Some babies experience intense discomfort from gas, trapped air, or acid moving up from their stomachs. It’s not dangerous, but it feels awful for them. And for you.”

Azzi’s eyes filled. “So... she’s okay?”

“She’s okay,” he confirmed gently. “She’s uncomfortable, not unwell.”

Azzi let out a breath that trembled into a sob. Paige reached for her hand immediately.

“You’re not doing anything wrong,” the doctor added. “Colic is common. This is not a reflection on your parenting.”

“But she’s in pain,” Azzi whispered.

“Yes,” he said. “And that’s heartbreaking. But you’re doing everything right by being here. We’ll give you some tips on soothing techniques—gas drops, upright feeding, baby massage. This will pass. I promise.”

He wrote down instructions and left them with pamphlets. As soon as he stepped out, Azzi leaned against Paige and cried silently. Paige held her tightly, Zaya tucked between them like the smallest, fussiest heartbeat in the world.

They left the hospital just before midnight.

°~°~°~°

Back home, the house was dim and quiet. Azzi changed into an oversized shirt and flopped onto the couch while Paige laid Zaya gently in the bassinet—only for her to start crying again within seconds.

Azzi sat up. “I got it—”

“No,” Paige said quickly, already scooping the baby back up. “You rest. Just... give me a shift, okay?”

Azzi looked torn. “Are you sure?” “Positive. You need a break. Like, a real one. Let me do this.” Azzi hesitated—but her body gave her no choice. She nodded, then laid back down with a soft exhale. “Wake me up if she gets worse,” she mumbled. “I will.”

Paige smiled and headed to the nursery. Zaya fussed in her arms, squirming, making tiny angry noises as Paige sat down in the rocking chair and turned on the low humming sound machine.

“Alright, Zay-Zay,” she whispered. “It’s you and me tonight.”

She tried walking. Rocking. Swaddling. Laying her on her forearm in the classic colic hold. It worked for five minutes, then Zaya started again.

Tiny legs attempted to kick. Her little belly tensed. “It’s okay,” Paige murmured. “You’re okay.”

She warmed a towel and gently pressed it against Zaya’s stomach, just like the doctor had suggested. That seemed to help. The crying softened.

“Good girl,” Paige whispered. She rocked her again, humming softly. Not a lullaby—just something slow, off-key, but constant. Zaya whimpered. Then settled.

By the time Azzi peeked in two hours later, Paige was still rocking—eyes barely open, Zaya asleep against her chest. “You’re still up?” Azzi asked softly. “Barely,” Paige whispered back, smiling. “You’re a superhero.”

“Shh. You’ll make me blush.” Azzi crossed the room and kissed her temple. “Thank you. I mean it.” She said as she gave her a soft kiss on the lips.

“Anytime,” Paige said, eyes closing. “This is what we do.”

°~°~°~°

Morning came gently, quietly almost too quiet. Zaya was still asleep. For now.

Azzi stood by the doorway of the nursery, arms folded over her chest, just watching. Paige slept curled up in the rocking chair, head back, one arm loosely around the baby.

The room was filled with soft light.

Azzi smiled.

This wasn’t what she imagined motherhood would be like. Not even close. But this—this chaos, this exhaustion, this deep, aching love—it was real. And it was theirs.

She walked over, knelt down beside them, and whispered, “Switch with me. Your turn to sleep.” Paige stirred. “Is it tomorrow already?” Azzi chuckled. “Something like that.”

She lifted Zaya gently and carried her into the living room. She laid her down on her chest as she curled up on the couch, watching the soft rise and fall of her breathing.

Zaya made a tiny noise and wriggled, but didn’t wake. Azzi rested her hand on her back, her eyes fluttering shut. Her mind finally quiet.

Azzi finally got a little peace in all the turmoil that has been happening in her life these past few days.

She watched Paige as she went upstairs, wondering how she got so lucky.

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hockeyfantasies · 18 hours ago

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where's the trophy? he just comes running over to me

Summary | Although you and Quinn aren't together anymore, that doesn't mean you two miss each other.

Warnings | none

Author's Note | This can be read as a part 2 from this imagine.

Being a famous actress has made you well known throughout the world. When you dated Quinn Hughes for two years, you were well known in the hockey world. However, due to complicated schedules, you two decided to take a break. That was until you were asked to give the James Norris Memorial Trophy at the NHL Awards in Vegas.

“Are you nervous to see Quinn again?” Your best friend asked you.

“A little.”

“Have you talked to him since you were asked to present?” She asked you.

“Quinn actually reached out to me first.”

“Oooh! What did he say?” Your best friend asked.

“He asked to meet me a day before the show.”

“Then you better look hot if you’re gonna see him again.”

“I know! I’m hoping everything goes well.”

You landed in Vegas a day before the show so you can practice what you were going to say and to see Quinn. Luckily for the both of you, you two were at the same hotel. You had texted Quinn your room number so he could visit you.

There was a knock on your door making you walk over to open it. You smiled softly as Quinn stood in front of you.

"Hey," Quinn smiled softly at you.

"Hi."

"Do you want to get some food and talk?" Quinn asked.

"I'd like that," you say. "Just let me grab my purse."

The restaurant downstairs wasn't too crowded so you two were able to get a booth and talk alone.

"How have you been?" Quinn asked.

"I've been good. I finished filming Outer Banks and my new movie," you tell him.

"That's good."

"How are you? I've seen some games when I have time but other than that, how are you?" You asked him.

"I'm doing good as well."

"Are you nervous for tomorrow?" You asked.

"A little."

"You'll be fine," you smile at him.

"I want to apologize for what happened."

"Quinn. We both agreed to take a break," you tell him.

"I know. But I should've fought for us. I didn't want us to break up," Quinn said.

"I think it was for the best. We were busy and I'm not mad at you. I still love you."

"I still love you too,” Quinn says. “Should we talk about getting back together?”

“Why don’t we wait until after you get your award.”

“What makes you think that I’m gonna win?”

“I have a very strong feeling.”

To no surprise, the media found out about your little outing was was spreading the rumor that you and Quinn could potentially get back together. However, it was quickly shut down by your team to avoid any controversy if Quinn were to win after you presented the award.

The day of the award ceremony, you took a couple of pictures on the carpet before meeting with Quinn.

“Hi,” you greeted.

“Hey.”

“You look nice,” you complimented.

“You look better than me,” Quinn complimented back.

“Ms. L/n. You’re needed backstage,” one of the show runners tells you.

“I have to go. But I’ll be secretly rooting for you,” you tell him with a smile.

“Thanks.”

Quinn watched with his brothers and parents from the seats as the show went on. Then came you to present the James Norris Award.

Quinn smiled happily as he watched you on stage. You introduced Lindsey Null who donated her kidney to Aaron Portzline, a sports writer. You stepped to the side for her to let her speak. Then it was time to introduce the nominees for the James Norris trophy.

You watched the nominee video, feeling giddy the moment you saw Quinn's introduction. You took the envelope with the winner's name while Lindsey took the trophy.

“The James Norris goes to...” you say before opening the envelope to read the name. Your eyes lit up in surprise as you saw the winner. “Quinn Hughes!”

You watched as Quinn hugged his family and friends before coming up on stage to you. Instead of shaking your hand, he pulls you into a hug before giving you a quick kiss.

“Meet me afterwards?” He asked quickly.

“Yeah,” you smile and nod. He shook Lindsey's hand before coming to the microphone to give his speech.

“I wish I got a kiss too,” Lindsey joked. You giggled before hiding your blushing face.

After Quinn's speech, he took a step away from the microphone to look at you. You smiled at him as he waited for you as you walked towards him to head backstage. He held his hand out for you which you gladly took.

"I'm so proud of you," you tell him.

"Thank you. I'm really glad you're here with me for this," Quinn tells you.

"Me too. You go do what you need to do and I will be waiting for you at the after party," you tell him, kissing his cheek.

Twitter and media outlets had blown up about you two when they saw Quinn kiss you live at the show.

Twitter user: omg! are they back together again?!

l/nstanforever: love is real again!!!!!

hockeyluver: Quinn Hughes running up to kiss Y/N L/N are goals!!!

hockeyswiftie: WHERE'S THE TROPHY, HE JUST COMES RUNNING OVER TO ME IS LITERALLY Y/N AND QUINN HUGHES RN

During Quinn’s interviews, he was hit with the question that everyone was asking.

“Are you and actress Y/n L/n back together based on the kiss you gave her on stage?” The interviewer asked. Quinn let out a chuckle.

“I’m not gonna say anything about that just yet,” Quinn said, avoiding the question so he could have a chance to talk to you about what you both were.

“Do you still have feelings for her?”

“Of course I do. She’s an amazing person. But like I said, I don’t want to say anything about that just yet.”

At the after party, you caught up with Jack and Luke before Quinn pulled you away to talk privately.

“So I’m guessing you want to get back together now?” You joked to Quinn as you sat on a couch.

“I want us to be. I missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too. Now that I’ve finished with filming, I can be with you more and hopefully I can film more in Vancouver,” you tell Quinn.

“I’d like that.”

“So, you wanna party since you won?” You asked, standing up.

"Yeah. Do you want to go on a date with me once we leave Vegas?" Quinn asked you.

"I'd like that. But for now, let's celebrate your win," you smiled as you pulled him back to the party.

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes fluff #vancouver canucks #vancouver canucks imagine #nhl #nhl imagine #hockey #hockey imagine

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No fun. (Captain Price x Reader.)

!nsfw, smut, p in v sex, reader dealing with a crisis, unprotected sex, alcohol, choking, talk of suicide. NO MINORS!

Please enjoy the shit show I’m going through, happy birthday to me or whatever.

They only want you when you’re seventeen. When you’re twenty-one, you’re no fun…

Eyes glossed over, world spinning. This is normal.

This is completely normal, most people spend their birthday sitting at a dingy bar, on their fifth glass of the cheapest liquor they have. Oh who are you kidding…

You had dried blood on your knuckles, underneath your black jacket was a blood stained shirt. It was a mix of your blood and whoever else’s after the mission you’d been on. It didn’t go so well and you’d been beat and slashed but it was a better way to spend your birthday than how you’d originally planned it. Though you expected someone to notice what day it was. Everyone always remembered birthdays, even last year on leave you got a text from Johnny at least.

But after she joined the base, you rarely if ever heard from any of them anymore. A new recruit, freshly out of boot camp. She was only on base for a few short months before they shipped her off somewhere else but she’d grasped the attention of the entire task force.

You weren’t jealous or angry. You actually quite liked the girl. She had her head screwed on straight for being so young and that’s what the military needed.

It was the nostalgia that killed you. You missed being a teenager. You miss the innocence that came with not being battle hardened. You missed when people showed interest and now, you were getting older and people wanted maturity. You missed the high school flings, breaking the rules. But here you were. Where you always seemed to be anymore.

Tipping back another glass of Jameson.

Most days you spent hungover. Sick to your stomach and you skipped meals like crazy but who really even gave a damn. They saw it but they didn’t ask. The abnormally pale skin, weight loss. More specifically, the shaky hands when you chugged coffee in the mornings to hide the liquor on your breath.

It was part of the military, who cares. They sure as hell didn’t. They only cared about themselves and that girl.

It didn’t end. Falling into bed shitfaced, eyes full of tears as you thought about the fact that there was no end in sight of this suffering. Only a black hole, sucking you deeper and deeper until you bottomed out and gave in. Either to the voice in the back of your head telling you to end it all, or to the addiction that slowly consumed you. At this point? You didn’t care anymore. Who would’ve guessed that your mid-to-late twenties held more staggered walks home from the bar than random hookups or a baby on the way like everyone else at this age.

Your lip was split, cheek was slashed. Busted knuckles clutched a bottle as you sat on the sidewalk and ignored the way you felt. And that was it.

Happy Birthday Y/N.

Captain Price was looking for you. He always checked up on people after missions and you’d taken a particularly bad beating but you didn’t really seem to care.

Captain Price had all but watched the spark burn out in your eyes. Something he hated but was rather familiar with. The military did things to people. He couldn’t find you anywhere, which made him worry. “Has anyone seen Y/N?” He asks. The young girl bites her lip. Looking away quickly and he notices immediately. “What is it?”

“Think she’s at the bar again Captain…” she trails off. “What? Y/N never goes to the bar.”

She looks utterly shocked. “Than we clearly don’t know the same Y/N.” She mumbles. “What?”

“She’s been at the bar every single night for the last few months. I didn’t want to say anything but I’m getting rather worried.” He thinks to himself. Had he noticed anything off about you? “That doesn’t sound like Y/N at all.” He mumbles. “That’s the truth. She’s got all the tale tell signs too. Pale, shaky, doesn’t eat. I mean she comes in late all the time. I’ve asked her a few times how she’s doing but she just brushes me off with an ‘I’m fine’ and goes on with her day. I mean… Y/N is insane on the field and that guy nearly took her head off with a knife today.”

Captain Price’s stomach drops. The spark in your eyes really was fading. Your love for the field was dissipating rather quickly and he’d missed it. All of it. He looks down, confused. He walks away without another word, to his office. You’d been struggling this bad and he’d never noticed it before? Who went to the bar after such a bad mission anyways? As bad as you’d been hurt, you should be recovering in the infirmary. That’s where he went to check on you, where you said you’d be. You must’ve slipped out then. He opens your file on his computer, seeing the photo that had been on that folder for years now. You smiled so wide. He’d hate to see how unhappy your next photo would be.

Y/N Y/L/N

DOB: xx-xx-xxxx

Something felt off about that… the numbers on the screen.

He glances down to the corner of the computer, reading the exact date.

Nine o’clock.

He stands up, nearly shoving his desk over as he hurries. He grabs his jacket, rushing for the door. “In a hurry, cap?” Soap smiles. “Yeah. It’s Y/N’s fucking birthday and we forgot.”

The look of horror on Gaz and Soap should’ve been something you’d laugh about usually. But you wouldn’t have been interested, not anymore.

Your mind races as you look down at the rushing water, how good it would feel rushing over your injured skin. Carrying your lifeless body down a rapid current, pulling you under. The buzzing, floating. It sounded like peace. Like an end to whatever this is. You don’t remember walking here. You thought when you woke up this morning to your Captain calling each of you for a last minute mission that it was a surprise party. They’d given her one.. the new girl. She had balloons and so many gifts from the task force you’d lost count. You’d gotten her a set of customized grips for her sidearm. She was ecstatic.

You got nothing in return.

Your hands shook violently as you held them over the rapid flowing water. You were so close now that it misted your shaking hands. You were so close…

It was so cold. It won’t be long now.

The five of them rushed into the bar, nearly knocking over barstools and a rack of pool cues as they went. Rushing up to the bartender. “Have you seen this girl?” Captain Price asks in a hurry. Holding up a photo of you. “Y/N? Yeah. Like every night for the last few months.” The young guy behind the counter smiles. “Have you seen her tonight?” He asks. “Of course I have, she just left bout twenty minutes ago. Although tonight she looked rough. You guys must be her military buddies. When she first started coming in she talked about you guys all the time.” He smiles. “Although these days she keeps to herself.” He mumbles. “Anyways. I’m not supposed to tell anyone but when she leaves here, she buys a bottle of Jack and goes for a walk, tonight she said the bridge over the river.”

Captain Price’s stomach drops. “You let her leave with alcohol? Isn’t that against the law?” Ghost asks, angrily. The guy smiles. “You’d have to have seen her these last couple weeks to understand. Poor girl is really going through it.” He looks sympathetic. He scoffs, turning his back. “I’ll stay here in case she comes back. You guys go.” The young girl nods.

They hurried back out into the pouring rain, piling into Captain Price’s truck and he speeds down the road to get to the bridge, only hoping things weren’t as bad as they seemed.

You’d staggered your way back up the bank to the bridge. You were soaked head to toe and you sat on the brick railing of the old bridge. Who knows, maybe the old thing would give way and you’d die in a terrible accident.

Your feet swung back and forth as you tipped the bottle of Jack back. It didn’t burn anymore. You were too hammered to taste anything. Your jacket was sopping wet, not providing any warmth anymore. You dreaded going back to that base. Having to look them in the eyes and pretend as if nothing is wrong when everything so clearly was. You’d tried so hard to talk about your feelings to anyone who’d listen but they wouldn’t. Even Laswell had shrugged you off when you’d mentioned to her how bad these days have been. It was a “chin up, you’re just tired.”

You are tired. So… so tired. You wiped your mouth, another set of headlights illuminated the bridge behind you. But nobody stopped.

You didn’t expect them too. You were just a lonely person dressed in black. Contemplating the depth. How many feet was it you think? One-hundred feet? One-fifty? Not too bad anyways…

Your eyes barely stayed open, everything was so blurry but the rush of the rapid river was so peaceful. You tilt your head back and let that spinning feeling wind you up. It usually made you sick, but tonight felt different.

“I’m such a bad fucking Captain.” He shakes his head, mumbling angry to himself. “Captain you can’t blame yourself. She hasn’t asked for help, she hasn’t confided in anyone.” Soap mumbles. “How are we supposed to know if she doesn’t tell us?”

“She has been trying to tell us. For weeks now. Even Laswell brought up how Y/N had come to her about a few bad days. I thought nothing of it. I swear if she’s jumped…” he hisses. “I should have noticed. She was in my office talking to me everyday for a week and it was so out of the ordinary for her and I just sat there doing my work, ignoring her. And forgetting her birthday…” he trails off. Everyone in the truck feels shame. “I’ve noticed it too. The shaky hands and late nights. I just thought maybe the work was getting to her.” Ghost mumbles.

Captain Price is nearly there, speeding to get to you.

You had tiny rocks, from when you’d slipped down the bank. Dropping one of them every so often and counting how long it takes before it hits the water. It was getting rather hard to see with the darkness surrounding you. Besides, you were heavier than a little rock, surely you’d hit the water faster than that.

Headlights lit up your back this time, only now, you heard the tires on the wet pavement coming to a stop behind you. Some bystander coming to play hero most likely. Maybe you’d entertain it so they’d leave you alone. “Thank you sir or ma’am. I don’t want to kill myself anymore!” You smile at the joke.

“Y/N?” You hear his deep voice call from behind you, your stomach falls. You didn’t want anyone to see you like this. You stay quiet, hoping they’d think it was someone else. You hear his footsteps getting louder as they approach. Course it’d be your Captain no less.

“Trying to kill yourself? We can’t have that. You’re discharged!”

You smile to yourself again. Head spinning. “Y/N. Darling?” His steps have slowed and you turn to look at him. “You don’t have to be all gentle, sir. I’m not going to jump if you get too close.” You give him a lazy smile and that’s when he knows it’s bad. Really fucking bad.

“You’re supposed to be in the infirmary. Healing.” He mumbles. “I did go. That was hours and hours ago, sir.” You mumble. “Bandaged my arm.” You hold it up. The bandage was completely ruined with water. “I stuck my hand in the river, wasn’t thinking and got it all wet.” Your voice is slurred. “You.. you were down there?” He asks. “Mhm. I go down there all the time. Good fishing in the summertime I hear, sometimes I see the fishermen. I’ve talked to a few of em.” You move to tilt the bottle back for another swig but he grasps it, pulling it away. “Think that’s enough. It’s time to go.” He mumbles. “Don’t think so, Cap.” You mumble. Sniffling. He watches you drop another pebble between your feet, whistling as it descends to the water. He can clearly see what you’re doing. “Y/N…” he mumbles. “We.. we forgot your birthday.” He mumbles. You laugh. “That’s okay, I hoped everyone would. I mean I’m at the age they don’t really matter anymore, anyways.” It stings.

“That’s not true Y/N. You’re young. Too young for this. Please get down.” He breathes. He’s got a tight hold on your shirt that you didn’t realize he’d had at first. You spin around, rolling over the railing and facing him. You smile. He can tell you’re about to say some fucked up stuff just from looking at you. “You know.. I had this.. whole thing. Every-“ you hiccup. “Everything I’d say. If I ever found myself like this. I told myself I’d go to you and I’d say “Captain Price. I’m really struggling and I need help. And you know what I got?” You smile.

“You wouldn’t want to be like your dad, would you Y/N?”

Captain Price forgot that he’d said it. He knew about your past with your dad and everything you’d gone through as a kid and why you were so tough on the outside. He doesn’t know why he said it. Your presence was bothering him that day because he was just trying to get his work done.

“Oh he’d be proud wouldn’t he.” Your lip quivers and your smile falters. “I am young. Too old to live, too young to die.” You mumble. “If it’s okay, I’d like to walk back to base. Don’t think you want to leave your truck there.” You look at it. Spotting a pale white skeleton mask through the slightly tinted window. “Ah shit.. you brought everyone. That’s great.” You mumble. “I’ll start back.” You push past him, staggering down the sidewalk.

He rushes across the street, pulling the back door open. “There’s a coat back there, hand it to me.”

“Is she okay?”

“No. Far from it.”

Ghost hands him the jacket. “I’m going to walk with her, drive my truck back to base please.” He mumbles. You hear his quick footsteps behind you. Sighing. “Here.” He passes you the coat and you take it with hesitation. “I’m already soaked sir.” You mumble. “I don’t care.” He says. “How much longer do I have?” You ask. He looks confused. “What are you talking about?” He asks. “Surely I’m off your task force for this. How long?”

His heart shatters to pieces. How little do you think he cares about you?

He pushes you back into an alleyway, off of the main road and underneath the edge of the roof to keep you out of the rain. “Swap your jacket, go on.” He mumbles. Holding his hand out. You sigh, shedding the soaked jacket. “I’m not going to remove you from my task force for something we all go through Y/N. It’s a bad day, not a bad life.” He mumbles. “It’s been a bad few months, Captain.” You mumble. He sighs. “I know Y/N… I know.” He mumbles. “It’s going to be okay. Come on.” He mumbles. The walk back to base is slow you seem to be dreading the return. Captain price has never felt so poorly before. He had missed so much, look at you.

When you finally make it back, the concrete entrance coming into view, he stops you. “Listen. We’ve got a lot to work on okay? And you’re far from sober now. So I’ll come find you tomorrow. Go in and go to bed okay?” You nod your head. He makes sure you’re in your room. It doesn’t take you long to pass out but John waits outside your room to make sure you actually stay inside.

The next morning, you wake up. And something is off.

You wake up completely sober with a massive headache, which can only mean one thing. You’d overslept.

You dart out of bed, snagging your phone and seeing the clock read 11:00. You were usually up at 5:00 every morning. You scrambled to get dressed, struggling your hardest since this is the most sober you’ve been in weeks. You reach for the door handle, and that’s when you freeze. The events from the previous night come flooding back to you. Not only were you most likely already on thin ice with your Captain, but now you’d slept in late. You were furious with yourself. You rip the door open and head straight for his office. You open the door, not bothering to knock and walk straight in. You see her sitting in front of desk and want to scream, you probably look like hell. “Ah. Y/N.” He smiles. “Was just getting ready to come find you.” He goes to stand. “Uh.. yeah. Sorry sir, my alarm didn’t wake me up like usual, I’m not sure what happened.” Your hands shake, you look pale. He worries the moment he’s got eyes on you.

“It’s okay. I went in and turned it off, I figured you’d need the sleep. We were just finishing up, take a seat.”

“I can come back another time-“

“No, we were just going over her discharge.”

You look concerned. “Excuse me- discharge?”

“Yeah.. it’s not going to work out with her here.”

“Well obviously there’s not enough work to go around but she shouldn’t be discharged, brought to another base maybe but she’s rather good-“

“Y/N.” She laughs, getting your attention.

“I’m pregnant.” She laughs. Your eyes widen. “Shit.” You sigh. “I mean shit- that’s exciting. That sounded horrible. I’m sorry.” You mumble. Sitting down.

“Thanks, I know what you meant. We decided it be best before I get in too deep here you know?” She smiles sadly. “Yeah.. yeah I guess so. Your kid deserves a mom and that’s not guaranteed in this line of work. You’re making a good choice.” You mumble. She smiles. “Thank you Y/N.”

Captain Price smiles. Despite how fucking bad you were struggling you still cared so much for those around you. But he’s saddened by the fact that on two ends of the spectrums, your lives had severely changed. You were an alcoholic bordering rehab and she was pregnant, giving up her career. It was fucked up.

“Oh. And I got you this, I totally had your birthday mixed up with someone else’s- I’m really sorry.” She passes you a box. “I’ll be going now though, planes leaving here in about thirty. Thanks for having me.” She says her goodbyes and exits through the door. You look sadly down at the box she’d given you.

“Why’d you let me sleep in?” You ask. “Because I’m willing to bet good money that’s the most sleep you’ve had in weeks, no?” He smiles.

You nod. “But uh.. you’re not gonna like what I have to say.” He sighs, sitting down in the chair that she had just left, right next to you rather than across his desk from you. You swallow hard, nodding your head. “I want you sober in no less than a week. If you can’t do that, I’m shipping you off my base and to a rehabilitation facility. Am I clear?” You nod your head. “Yes sir.”

“Good. Now that that’s squared. We need to talk.”

You sigh. “Can we just skip this part and go to me being sober?” You look sadly. He laughs. “No. You scared the shit out of the entire task force last night. What’s been going on?” He asks. You sigh.

“To be honest? I don’t know.” You mumble. “The biggest thing is like.. I guess I thought I’d just have done more by this age. You know? A family? Kids? A sugar daddy at least?” It takes him off guard and he laughs a bit. “Christ, you haven’t changed a bit.” He rolls his eyes. You smile. “I just feel disappointed in myself, and seeing her really made me realize what a failure I’ve been. I’ve done all of this work and have nothing to show for it. I thought I’d made a bigger impact on everyone yknow? And then everyone forgets my birthday and it’s just like.. it was just a punch in the gut.” You sigh.

He sighs. “Us forgetting your birthday is no excuse. Time slipped our minds and then the mission. I made a huge distraction for everyone, if you’re gonna blame anyone, blame me. I didn’t even realize what day it was until last night when I sat down for just a second and saw the date.” He mumbles. “I don’t blame anyone sir. It’s not that big of a deal of course, I guess I just thought I was more important than I am.”

It stings.

“Y/N.. that’s not true okay? You are important to us. Yesterday on the mission and last night, you gave all of us a really good scare. Which reminds me, we need to be on our way to the infirmary to get you looked at.” He mumbles. He rests his hand on your thigh. “It was shitty of us to forget. We will make up for it, I promise. But for now? We’ve got to get you back on track.” He runs his hand back and forth. “You shouldn’t be disappointed in yourself either. It’s not too late to start a family, and now you’ve got a solid career for yourself. You could easily slip back into a desk job and never see the field again if you decided to have a family.”

“Though I will be really sad because you are one of the most skilled soldiers I’ve ever seen, that’s why you’re on this task force.” He laughs. You smile.

He stands up and helps you up. The both of you making your way to the infirmary where you get checked out and re-bandaged. The next week you’re on the road to being sober again.

The guys don’t say too much to you, which hurts you beyond repair. It makes you wonder if staying on this base is worth it. You seemed so close to them for so long and now?

It’s how it seemed anyways, until day 7.

You were on day 3 with absolutely no alcohol and it was getting easier. The first couple days were hell, but now it felt just like you were back into your same old routine. It was Sunday and you slept in longer than intended but eventually crept out of your room into the mess hall. You gathered your breakfast and sat down at a table and began eating by yourself.

You were fine until the four of them appeared. But they weren’t getting breakfast which was unusual. They approach your table, each of them carrying grocery bags. You looked up from your toast, confused. “Uh.. something wrong?”

“No, actually. We’re happy to see you eating real breakfast rather than pounding coffee with shaky hands.” Ghost chuckles, seeing you smile. “Yeah, well. I keep everyone on their toes it’s what I do. What’s with the grocery bags?” You bite into your toast, looking at them. “Ready?” Johnny looks at Ghost than back to Gaz. “Ready.” The four lift their bags and dump them onto the table. You watch candy and all sorts of stuff fall from the bags onto the table. Captain Price sets a six pack of non-alcoholic beer on the table. You laugh. “That’s funny Captain, really. Might just be my 13th reason but a good one.”

He rolls his eyes. “What is all of this?”

“All our favorite candy cause we’re gonna sit here today and we’re gonna catch up, cause we’ve clearly missed so much.”

“Ah- yes. My birthday included.” You take another bite of your toast, seeing them all flinch. “Yeah- well. We’re idiots what do you expect. Besides, we had this big huge plan made up this year and lost track of time so you’ll have to wait until next year. But anyways, here’s your stuff. Stop talking back.” Johnny shoves the pile of your favorite candy toward you. “Awe! You got me gummy life savers I haven’t had those since I was a kid!” You pick them up, looking at them. He rolls his eyes. “I know, you told me about it on our mission to Iran. Same with The… pixie sticks? Gummy sharks? And uhhh.. gaz said something about gummy frogs.” He pushes them all toward you.

You felt like crying.

Even though these assholes forgot your birthday. They remembered the little things.

You swallow hard. “That’s uh.. that’s really sweet.” You set your toast down. Your eyes zero in on the candy, and you feel the biggest breakdown of your life coming on. You feel so guilty. “Y/N?” Captain Price rests his hand on your shoulder. “Y/N, are you alright? Can you hear me?” You look up at him, standing up. But he wasn’t going to let you go this time.

“Hey- it’s okay. We know how you feel and there’s nothing wrong with it okay? Just try to relax.” You nod your head, tears stream down your cheeks and you look away from them. You don’t want them to see you like this. “Sorry- it’s been a rough few months.” You clear your throat, wiping your eyes furiously with the sleeve of your shirt. “It’s alright. We’re all here for you Y/N. You scared us.” Gaz mumbles. You nod your head. Your nose goes red, as it always did when you got upset. And you sat silent for a while with tears spilling over your eyes as the five shared a normal conversation, waiting for you to calm down. There was a long road of healing needed to be done for you, but you’d be alright.

And you’d have your brothers along for the bumpy ride.

———

The sound of your door knob jiggling makes you scramble to hide what you’re holding. Shoving it under a blanket and sitting on top to secure it.

Captain Price gives you a look, letting you know that he’s just seen it and crosses his arms after shutting the door behind you. “What is it?” He asks. “It’s- it’s nothing sir.” You feel your face going hot but he doesn’t see it. “Y/N. Tell me what it is. Is it alcohol?” He asks. “What? No. I told you- I’m sober.” You swallow hard. He narrows his eyes. “Well. I told you. I’m checking your room weekly and that’s why I’m here. So give it up.” He crosses his arms, moving in closer. “Sir-“ he sighs, moving toward you and pushing you away. “Please Captain- you have to believe me. It’s not alcohol I’m telling yo-“ he draws your blanket back and when he sees it, he can’t help the crimson running up his cheeks and his earlobes.

A little pink bullet vibrator. “Hm.. okay.” He laughs to himself, covering it back up with your blanket. “Before I search the rest of your room- is there anything else like that I might find?” He turns to look at you, seeing the look of pure embarrassment on your face. “N-no sir.” You swallow hard. “I’m usually on top of hiding it but I forgot you were checking tonight and I was us-“ your eyes widen in horror. “I lost track of time.” You swallow. He turns away from you to smirk, not wanting to embarrass you further. “I believe you. Step out for a moment?” He laughs. “Yes sir.” You rush out the door. You could crawl into a hole and die.

He usually sent you out when he searched, but you’d been good. No alcohol at all, you’d been sober and on the road to healing. With a little help from your pink friend when things got extra tough.

You’re sitting outside your door reading a magazine when he reappears, opening the door and leaning on the frame. “I’m impressed. Not even a drop.” He laughs. “Told you sir, I’m sober.”

“I know, I can tell. But we’re going to keep doing this. Least for a while.” He laughs. “I understand sir.” You blush, looking down. “Y/N- I gotta ask.” He mumbles. You turn and look up at him as he leans against the door frame. Hovering over you slightly since you’d sat just outside the door. “Hm?”

“What’s the reason behind you not being married with kids already?” He asks. You chew at your lip. Thinking over an answer. “To be honest? I don’t know. I’ve never clicked with anyone, let alone gotten far enough into a relationship to even discuss the topic of kids.” You mumble. He nods his head. “You have to cut men some slack, who are we to compete with this?”

You shoot out of your seat, eyes wide as he holds up your vibrator. “Captain!”

“Y/N.” He says your name steadily with a smile.

“I’m wondering if it’s the booze I should worry about, or this?” He smirks. Seeing you narrow your eyes. “Yeah well. If you confiscate that one, can you at least return it with new batteries? Those ones are going dead.” You smirk. He raises his eyebrows. “If I’m not mistaken, I think you’re trying to flirt with me.” He moves from the door, stepping in front of you. He crosses his arms. You lower your voice, taken aback by what he’s saying. “And I think you’re the one holding my vibrator.”

He smirks. He’s moved closer, his face merely inches from yours. “Never cared enough to ask about a boyfriend or kids before Captain, what are you getting at exactly hm?” Your eyes are dark, voice is low and sultry. Never in a million years did you think this would be happening.

Captain Price? And you? Come on.

He bites at his lip. “Go into your room Sergeant.”

“Yes sir.” You step to the side, walking into your room and spinning around as he follows you. He closes the door behind himself.

When it’s locked, he’s stepping toward you quickly, backing you up a few steps as he moves closer. “I’m not reading this wrong, am I?” He asks. He’s got a beanie on. Jeans and a black jacket. You look up through your eyelashes at him, eyes snapping to his and locking eye contact with him. A look in your eyes he’s definitely never seen before. “No.”

“Good.”

He smashes his lips to yours, kissing you deep and passionate. It’s sloppy, teeth knocking into each other. It’s something the both of you have needed for far too long now. Someone to just get lost in.

He cups your jaw, fingers locking at the nape of your neck and he pulls you closer, kissing deep and hard.

When he draws away, you’re in a daze. You’ve never been kissed like that before. Your fingertips feel numb.

Numbness starts at your fingers and moves up your arms, down into your toes. You’re frozen in the spot until he’s pushing you back into your bed. He parts your legs, pushing himself up against you and rocking his hips into yours. He kisses you again and you moan into his mouth as he grinds up against you. His cock is hard and you can feel it through your soft sweatpants. Ironically, a pair he’d bought you a few weeks before when you were having a particularly rough night.

He’d spent countless nights holding your hair back for you as you threw up from the withdrawals. Shaky and sweaty, sobbing your heart out. You thought you couldn’t look worse to him.

Now here he is, about to fuck you raw on a metal cot in your room.

He nudges the striped sweatpants down your legs, feeling how soft they are on his skin. He gets his jacket and shirt off, not even bothering with his jeans. Once the both of you are unclothed just enough to get his cock inside you, he’s notching his tip at your entrance and sinking into you. You gasp and he cuts it off with a kiss. Drawing back and thrusting fast back inside. You’re wet and he slides easy, feeling how warm and soft you feel around him. “Fuck you’re tight-“ he hisses.

Words you NEVER expected to hear out of your Captains mouth.

Who would have thought you’d love them so much, anyways?

Your legs shiver from his rough pace. He’s relentless with his thrusts. Holding your thighs up and thrusting deeper. Keeping your eyes locked to his when he’s not kissing you. He forces you to focus on him as he fucks you deep.

“I think I get it now.” He draws back, raising himself up onto his knees, still thrusting but not as hard. “W-what?”

You tilt your head back and close your eyes. Waiting for an answer. You gasp when he presses the vibrator against your clit. Slowing his thrusts and fucking you deep as he holds it there. You look down for a second, seeing his hands on you. It hits you like a freight train what’s happening. Your eyes snap straight to his in a heated stare and chills run down his spine. The way you look at him always has him on edge. You had a harsh look about you sometimes.

“S’not supposed to be competition.” He smirks. You can’t help but laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”

He chuckles. He lays over you once more to kiss you. Pushing your legs up further into you and sliding deeper. He keeps the vibrator pressed into you. “Can you stay quiet?” He asks. “Yes sir-“ you shiver slightly at his tone of voice.

“Good. Deep breath now, you’re going to need it.”

He clamps his hand around your throat, taking your oxygen away as he hammers his hips into yours. You clutch your eyes shut, trying to swallow but you can’t. You feel the pins and needles in your face from your lack of oxygen but the intensity from the pleasure you feel takes over. You can barely hear him.

“Cum for me. Go on sweetheart.”

You grit your teeth. Your whole body feels numb except for that one spot.

You try to cry out but can’t, reaching your peak in silence as black pin pricks fill your vision. You shake and twitch, walls throbbing hard around him. You try to draw away from the vibrator but he draws it back. He finally lets go of your throat and you gasp in air just as he finishes with a groan. Clenching his eyes shut. You take a few seconds to breath, brain no longer foggy as you look at him.

It’s the best sex you’ve ever had by far.

Your chest moves up and down as you breathe hard. He takes his bottom lip between his teeth.

He draws back, standing up. The reality of what he’s just done hits him hard. The two of you had just had sex. On base. And he’s your captain and you’re a sergeant on his task force.

He can’t help but smile.

“You alright?” He asks. “Y-yeah. Mhm.” You look up at him, cheeks on fire. “Not how I saw my night going at all but I’m fine.” You laugh softly. “Yeah.. me neither. It’s your fault really, you’re a temptress.” He barely finishes his sentence before you’re slapping his shoulder. He can’t help but laugh. “Hey- I got you something, actually.” He mumbles. “What?”

“I’ll be right back.” He stands up, getting redressed quickly and exiting through your door. You take the time to get redressed and cleaned up. Fixing your messed up hair and sitting down. You pick the magazine up once more, reading through it. He’s gone for a few minutes before reappearing. He sits on your bed in front of you, holding out a little black box. “What’s this for?”

“I saw something like it and thought of you.”

You look confused as you open it, drawing out the little gold necklace. It’s an old dried clover pressed between two tiny thin pieces of glass, turned into a keychain. A keepsake pendant.

“But I don’t think I understand.” You look confused. He smiles. He looks at his watch, reading that it’s past midnight. “Well, I meant to give it to you tomorrow but since it’s midnight.” He laughs. “Today technically marks three years since I recruited you for my task force. The day we officially met each other and you joined the base. You beat me to the base and didn’t have much to do that day so you spent it outside. We were on our way back from a mission. You found a four leaf clover in the grass and when I arrived I saw you waiting outside. I introduced myself and you said “hi, I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.” And passed me the clover and said “it’s a good luck charm. With me here, you’re gonna need it.” He smiles. You smile down at it. “You.. kept it?”

“Of course I kept it.” He laughs. “I figured you’d have just thrown it away. That’s.. that’s really sweet John.”

The use of his first name takes him off guard.

“Yeah well. You’re a really sweet girl who deserves better than this but I’m not too thoughtful.”

“That’s such a lie. This is the most thoughtful gift I’ve ever gotten.” You look up at him. He laughs.

“I uh.. hope this won’t be the last encounter like this with you.”

“Hm?”

“I’d like to take you out on a date. A real date. If you’re okay with it. I know I’m a lot older than you.”

“I would love that, Captain.” You smile. “Thanks for being here for me these last few weeks.”

“I would never leave you hanging. I hope you know that.” He grasps your hand, taking it into his. “You’re doing really good and I’m proud of you. And I’m sorry for what I’ve said to you.”

“Thank you.”

“What are you going to put it on?” He asks. You think for a second.

“I’m thinking my vest.”

“I think that’s a good idea.”

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