#but as I said he's such a dick he probably won't drop anything besides more cryptic messages tbfh

[libraryofgage]

Harlequin Prince (3)

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually

Debbie and Fester Addams One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six Rick and Evelyn O'Connell One | Two | Three Harley Quinn One | Two | Three (you're here!) 10th Doctor and Rose One | Two Scooby Gang (there are plans for this one lmao, so plz be patient with me orz) Jedidiah and Octavius (from Night at the Museum) One | Two Queen Clarisse Renaldi One | Two | Three Leverage Crew One

So that Suicide Squad Isekai anime huh (it's great, I love it actually)

Anyway, I'll be playing fast and loose with Batman canon so all the batkids can be around at the same time have fun with that cuz I did (also forgive me if anyone is a little too OOC; i'm here for a good time not a long time), and the little flashback bit will continue in the next parts as Steve meets more batkids ^_^

As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't UwU

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Harley drops him off at Wayne Manor just after ten in the morning. She tugs a window open, carries him inside, kisses him on the forehead, and promises to pick him up in a week before climbing back out. Steve watches her until she's past the gate, clutching a Green Lantern plush his mother insisted he carry around because it'll annoy his Uncle Bruce.

Steve glances down at the plush, wishing his mother didn't have to go off on a mission when she'd just gotten out of Arkham two months ago. His wishes won't actually change anything, though, so he might as well make the best of his week with Uncle Bruce.

He turns on his heel, taking in the plain bedroom that will probably become his for the next few days. He holds the Green Lantern plush close and marches to the door, stepping out into the hall and choosing a random direction to walk in.

According to his mother, Wayne Manor can have anywhere between two and ten people staying in it at one time. She told him that Dick would be the most welcoming, if not the most confused, the girls would be the most fun, and Damien would be the most guarded, likely to consider him a threat for his entire stay.

It's just his luck that the first person he runs into is Damien. The other boy drops from the ceiling, blade of his sword glinting in the light as it comes to a stop just against Steve's neck. Steve freezes, glancing down at the sharp edge as Damien says, "Think very carefully before answering. Who are you, and what are you doing in my home?"

Steve looks away from the sword, tilting his head slightly as he shrugs. "I'm Steve. I'm staying here for a week," he says.

Damien's eyes narrow, and he takes a step closer, adjusting his arms so the katana doesn't move. "Says who? Does Father know you're here? Are you a spy sent by my mother?"

"Says my mom. Maybe. No," Steve replies.

A few more seconds pass before Damien hums. "Who's your mother?"

"Harley."

"Quinn?"

"Is there another?"

Slowly, Damien lowers the sword. "I suppose Quinn is somewhat reformed. How old are you?" he asks.

"Almost six."

"So, you're five," Damien says, nodding once. He sheathes his sword, apparently deciding Steve is no threat to him. "That makes me older than you, so you have to do what I say. Consider me your big brother for the week."

"Are you gonna make me hurt myself?"

"No."

"Mom said you wouldn't like me."

"Father said I should try being more trusting and welcoming. You are small and untrained, like a puppy. I could dismember you before you hurt me, which makes you ideal for practicing," Damien explains. He's quiet for a few seconds before getting a slight smirk. "Besides, it will greatly annoy my brothers if you obviously prefer me over them."

"I'm great at pretending as long as we can do fun stuff, too."

"Then we have a deal. You will act like I'm your favorite, and I will make sure you have fun."

Steve considers this, decides Damien is well on his way to actually being Steve's favorite, and steps closer. "Mom said Alfred makes the best cookies. Can we have some?"

"Yes," Damien says, "If you're hungry, then it's my responsibility to feed you as your big brother."

He offers his hand, seeming unsure when Steve takes it, like he isn't used to this kind of contact. Still, he doesn't pull away; he just hesitantly squeezes Steve's hand before leading him down the hall.

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Not two days ago, Steve was telling himself he'd never set foot in Hawkins High School. Now, after getting the run down on the Upside Down (and holy shit did this place suddenly get a thousand times more interesting), Steve decides he'll just have to brave the brick walls to get Eddie out.

He leans forward on his motorcycle, arms resting on the handlebars as he looks up at the building. There's an American flag waving in the wind, faded paint on the outside, and security so lax it'd be suspicious in Gotham. Steve briefly considers leaving his helmet on, but he settles for placing it on the seat once he's off the motorcycle.

Walking into the school is easy. He doesn't even get stopped by the receptionist at the front desk. She just waves him in without looking up from her book. So, yeah, getting in is easy; figuring out where Eddie is might be a little harder.

He wanders the halls and stops the first student he sees, a girl with short brown hair carrying an unwieldy instrument case in her arms. Steve places his hands on the case and gently pushes down, flashing a grin when he can finally see her face. "Uh, can I help you?" she asks, her tone implying she very much does not want to help him.

"Yeah, I'm looking for someone," Steve says.

Her nose wrinkles slightly in disgust. "Listen, dingus, if this is some kind of pick-up line dare, save it," she says, rolling her eyes. She takes a step back and Steve follows.

"Nope, definitely not," he says, "You're not my type, sorry."

"Excuse me?"

"Well, unless you're not a girl...," he says, voice trailing off and eyebrow raising as he watches her understand his meaning.

She blinks, her shoulders rising some. She glances around, confirms the hallway is still empty, and relaxes. "Word of advice," she says, "don't just say that shit where anyone can hear. People aren't exactly nice about it around here."

Steve flashes a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, I can take care of myself, but thanks. Anyway, still looking for someone."

"Oh, right, uh, what's their name?"

"Eddie Munson. Know him?"

She blinks again, her eyebrows shooting up in slight disbelief. "Yeah, I know him. Whatcha need him for? He doesn't usually sell until after school."

Oh. Steve hums softly, filing away that tidbit of information for later. "Not here to buy. I'm here to take him somewhere fun," he says.

A few seconds pass in which the girl looks at Steve, drops her gaze to the instrument case between them, and then glances around the empty hall. "Well, shit, man, I wanna go somewhere fun, too."

Steve considers her for a moment, trying to figure out the logistics of fitting her and Eddie on his bike. Well, he can just have her sit on the handlebars or something. "Okay, but the instrument won't fit," he tells her.

The grin he gets in return tells him that won't be a problem. "Name's Robin, by the way."

This has to be fate, right?

"Steve. Nice to meetcha, Robin."

Robin's grin gets even wider, and Steve knows they'll be great friends.

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"Eddie usually sits in a corner," Robin says, standing at the edge of the cafeteria with Steve. It's teeming with life, and Steve hears snippets of conversations that blur into one dull roar that settles over the space. It reminds him of bars in Gotham even more than the actual bars he's visited here in Hawkins.

He can't see into the corners from here, but that doesn't bother him. "Wait here," he says, flashing a grin at Robin before walking to a mostly empty table. He climbs onto it, reaches into one of his jacket's inner pockets, and pulls out an air horn.

Steve waits long enough to see Robin cover her ears before raising the horn in the air and pressing down. It blares through the room, drowning out conversations and forcing people at the surrounding tables to cover their ears. A few more seconds pass before Steve lets up on the horn, grinning widely at the sea of eyes turned towards him.

"I'm looking for Eddie Munson," he says, twirling the air horn in the palm of his hand.

Instead of a verbal answer, he watches as the eyes turn from him to a corner across the room. A few people even duck close to their tables to clear Steve's line of sight, allowing him to see a confused Eddie sitting with his friends.

Steve grins, pockets the air horn, and starts making his way across the cafeteria. He walks on tables, jumps between them, and narrowly avoids stepping on more than one tray along the way. By the time he reaches Eddie's table, most of the students have gone back to their lunches and conversations.

"How's it going, Eds?" Steve asks, crouching in front of Eddie with a grin. He glances at the other boys by him, notes the identical Hellfire Club shirts, and nods in acknowledgement.

"Better now," Eddie says, his startled blink telling Steve he definitely didn't mean to say that out loud.

Steve somehow grins wider. "Wanna make like a banana and split? I've got somewhere fun in mind," he says, popping up from his crouch before hopping off the table and into the narrow space between Eddie's chair and his friend's.

"Dude, really?" one of his friends asks. "We have a session today."

Eddie looks torn at that realization, halfway standing and stuck like that. "That we do, Gare-bear," he says, defeat bringing his shoulders down.

"In that case, consider this a kidnapping," Steve tells them, grabbing Eddie's hand and pulling him up. He wraps his arm around Eddie's shoulders, winks at his friends, and promises, "I'll have him home before six, though."

Eddie's friends exchange glances, and Steve graciously pretends not to notice the puppy dog eyes Eddie aims at them. After a few seconds, one of them stands up, towering over Steve and outweighing him by a good bit. He clears his throat, glances at the other two, and tries to sound intimidating as he says, "Make it five thirty, and no funny business."

Steve nods and offers a mocking two-finger salute. "Yes, sir," he replies, flashing a grin before taking Eddie's bag from his seat and dragging him to where Robin is waiting.

"So, where are you kidnapping me to?" Eddie asks, managing to stick close to Steve despite having to weave through chairs and tables.

"Nothing special, really. Just an abandoned laboratory in the middle of the woods that has a gateway to another dimension filled with faceless monsters. Oh, and Robin's coming, too. Don't worry, though, I won't let you get hurt. "

He glances over to meet Eddie's wide eyes, something warm curling behind his ribs when Eddie finally smiles and whispers under his breath, "Fucking metal."

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Comfort

Dick Grayson x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: DC

Summary: The vigilante couple that takes care of each other after a bad patrol night stays together.

Word Count: 1,173

Category: Fluff, Comfort (after Hurt, but the hurt's not in the fic)

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I winced as my boyfriend, Dick Grayson, dabbed antiseptic against the cut on my arm. It needed to be done, and I was glad I didn't have to do it myself, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt.

"Sorry," Dick said, his voice soft. I leaned into him.

"It's ok. Thank you for helping."

"You might not want to thank me until we're done stitching this up. I'll do my best to be gentle, but... it probably won't feel great no matter what."

I gave him a weak smile, then let my head drop to rest on his shoulder. He held my injured arm gently in his lap, taking care not to move it more than he had to.

"I think you get the thank you no matter what. Especially since I'd have to try to do this myself if I didn't have you here to help me."

Dick just hummed, and I tried to focus on him and his comforting warmth as he moved to start on the stitches. Being a vigilante was absolutely brutal sometimes, thanks to moments and injuries like this. Especially since we couldn't usually go get treated as our civilian identities, lest it lead to some very awkward questions. But we were doing good, important work, and we were doing it together. Despite the worst days, I wouldn't trade this life for anything, and I knew Dick felt the same.

I focused on taking deep breaths through my nose as Dick worked. I clenched the hand of my non-injured arm, working on keeping the injured one still. Between stitches, Dick muttered comforting words, the tone and timbre of his voice near my ear keeping me as calm as anything else. I lost track of time, zoning out of the moment to focus on breathing and the man beside me.

Finally, Dick let out a sigh and sat back, moving one arm from my wound to around my shoulders. I sighed, leaning further into his chest, finally able to move the arm he'd been working on now that it was all stitched and bandaged.

"You still feeling okay?" he asked, rubbing small circles with his thumb against my good arm. I sighed and nodded.

"As okay as I can feel, considering everything. Thanks again for patching me up."

"You know I'm always happy to take care of you. I'm just sorry you needed it in the first place."

"Eh." I shrugged. "Life of a vigilante."

"Yeah," Dick sighed, sounding a little more melancholy than I'd been expecting. We stayed like that for a few long moments, laying against each other and enjoying the peace after a sketchier-than-usual night of fighting crime.

Finally, Dick sighed again, more as a transition than a lament this time.

"Alright, we both need to eat something, and then get some rest. Anything sound particularly good to you?"

"...I don't know if my heart can take the adventure that is your attempt at cooking on top of the night we've already had."

"I was planning to order in, but it's nice to be reminded that you have no faith at all in my culinary ability."

I just smiled and leaned into him.

"You know I love you, but you also know Jason spilled about the time you managed to burn cereal. I don't think there's a lot of hope for coming back from that, babe."

Dick laughed, pulling me even closer to him, the slightly heavier mood now completely gone.

"I guess that's fair. But one of these days, I'm going to secretly take a cooking class, and then I'll prove you all wrong."

I just hummed. "Take me with you when you do it. A cooking class sounds fun."

Dick chuckled and leaned down to place a soft kiss on my forehead.

"It's a deal. Now come on, let's get you settled in on the couch so we can order something good."

I sighed, but shifted my weight off of Dick. I moved to push myself up to standing, but before I could get very far, Dick shot up next to me and swept me into his arms. I laughed, throwing my arms around his neck in surprise as he carried me towards the living room.

"You're too injured to walk," he said, a grin on his face despite his words. "Doctor's orders, you need to be carried."

"Pretty sure it was just my arm that got really hurt. Some bruises and other injuries on my torso. Legs ended up being pretty okay."

"Mmm, no, I'm pretty sure I'm right."

He set me down on the couch with a flourish, then sat and shifted me around so my legs laid across his lap. He sighed and picked up his phone, taking care of takeout while I got my arm in a comfortable position and stared at the angel of a man that I got to call my boyfriend.

"Alright, food should be here in about twenty minutes," he announced, setting his phone down in triumph. "I vote we watch a movie or something while we wait and eat, then go to bed."

"I have one suggested addition to the plan."

"Yeah?"

"I want to reserve the right for us to change the plan and fall asleep here instead of going to bed."

Dick raised an eyebrow and made a big show of looking me up and down, spending a little extra time evaulating my arm and its position. Then, finally, he met my eyes again.

"You sure your arm's gonna be okay if we stay here?"

I shrugged. "Pretty sure. I've put worse stitching through more strenuous and dangerous activities than a couch nap before."

Dick grinned, his blue eyes sparkling as he wrapped an arm over the top of my thighs and pulled me closer to him.

"I don't know. I've heard couch naps can be pretty perilous."

"As long as neither of us rolls off the thing, I feel pretty good about our chances."

He hummed, pulling me even further onto his lap. "We should probably cuddle pretty closely, then. To keep each other safe from falling off this thing."

"Makes sense to me," I said, grinning and turning to lean into Dick. "Safety precautions are important."

He huffed a laugh, then finally stretched out on the couch alongside me, shifting us both so I was half laying on his chest. I could hear the constant comforting beat of his heart through his shirt, and I swear, my blood pressure instantly dropped.

"What are we gonna do when the food gets here?" I groaned, already halfway asleep. The last of the adrenaline had finally faded now that I was here, happy, comfortable, and safe with my favorite person in the world, and I could feel how quickly I was losing the battle with sleep.

"Don't worry," Dick muttered, gently running his hand up and down my back. "I'lll take care of it. You just get some rest."

I hummed, intending to say something else to him, but the exhaustion rooted into my bones and I couldn't keep myself up. I drifted off on his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around me, perfectly safe and content with the love of my life.

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[ivarlover]

UNEXPECTED

Part 3.5

(Flashback #2, last flashback)

Part 3 (sequel #3 to UNLEASHED and UNDENIABLE)

Alex + Modern Ivar

Modern Ivar + Katia

Mentions of Female Reader + Hvitserk

If you're new here and want to catch up, just scroll down my page, and the first chapter to UNLEASHED is at the bottom, then UNDENIABLE, and now, UNEXPECTED...

NSFW 18+ ONLY

This was supposed to be just a one-shot, but the story has come alive, and the need to write more can't be ignored. At this point, I have no idea how many chapters this will end up consiating of. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it! 🔥

Summary: During a hot weekend with your classmate, Alex, and his best friend, Ivar, the two of them had their own fun together. And now, it had turned into an entire relationship between the two of them that neither of them had seen coming. Now, that reality had set in, they navigate the relationship and all that comes along with it, the good, the bad, and the unexpected. Now that they were just getting into the swing of things and finding their groove, Ivar's ex fiance comes back into the picture, and it seems she is sure to shake things up.

Warnings, The sequel in general: Totally NSFW, Unprotected anal sex (male receiving), oral, male to male contact and more, a bad case of the feels, and smut, with me, there is ALWAYS smut. 🤣 Each chapter will have its own warnings.

This chapter: This chapter is a flashback to better explain the current situation. Heartbreak, major case of the feels, not a good Katia, a pissed off Hvitserk, and Ivar beside himself

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Words: I don't know; there are many, many words 🤣

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When they returned, they shared their news with everyone, and Aslaug threw them a surprise engagement party at Ivar and Alex's club, with Alex's help, of course. All had gone well, and it seemed everyone was happy for them. Well, everyone except maybe Hvitserk.

"What do you mean, Hvitserk doesn't like you? He's always seemed to really like that I've finally settled down with a good woman," Ivar asked Katia, completely taken back by her assumption.

"Well, it's just something he said to me in passing. It was probably nothing. Don't worry," she replied, dropping her head.

Placing his hand under her chin, Ivar pulled her head up for her eyes to reach his. "What did he say, Katia?"

"It's nothing, really, Ivar. I shouldn't have said anything. Forget about it." She pulled away from and turned around.

"It's obviously not nothing. Now, for the last time, what did my fucking brother say to you?" Ivar was beginning to get annoyed. Why would Hvitserk have said something to her?

"Well, umm, he just said something about how he knew women that would do anything he asked and that I'd better not hurt you and umm, I'd better hope I wasn't with you just for the money or he'd," her voice cracked and Ivar turned her around to face him again. She was looking at her feet nervously.

"Or he'd what, Katia? I'm going to kick his ass! What the fuck! Did he threaten you?"

"Umm, I don't want to cause problems, Ivar. Just forget it," she pouted, glimpsing up at him when he didn't see.

He pulled her close and made her look at him, "Now. Or he'd what?"

"Umm, he said I better hope I wasn't with you just for the money or he'd call one of the girls he knows for a favor, and they'd be sure I regretted it."

"What the fuck!" Ivar saw red. "I swear, he is mine. What a dick! I can't believe he said that to you! You don't worry. I'll take care of him." He was raging inside as he hugged her. She smiled slyly but he didn't see.

"No, Ivar. Promise me you won't say or do anything. I don't want to be the reason you have any problems with your brother. Please, let's just forget it," she hugged him tighter. "Please, Ivar."

"Katia, I've nearly killed men for less. How dare he suggest such bullshit! I know your intentions with me. Why is it so hard for him to believe you could just simply love me? He needs a good ass whooping!"

Katia felt bad. She really didn't want to cause problems with them, but she also worried about Hvitserk getting into Ivar's head. She didn't need Ivar to doubt her. Wasn't it best not to be too close to him for a bit until she gained his trust, too? She was divided. "Ivar, please. I don't need him to hate me even more or not trust me at all. Can't we just take some space and time from him and let him see for himself how much I love you? I understand where he's coming from. He's just trying to protect and look out for his little brother, Ivar, " she pleaded, hoping he'd listen. She hugged him tighter and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Damn it, Katia. Fine. We'll just stay away for a while. I can do that. And you're right. He's always been protective of me. Maybe if he can see us out and see for himself, but Katia, I will say something to him about not talking to you like that again. Ever. If he has a problem with you, he can address it with me! Anyway, we're going to be too busy planning the wedding, oh, and having sex. That's definitely going to keep us busy," he grinned, pulling her toward the bedroom.

"Making love, Ivar.'

"Oh. Right. Sorry. We're going to be busy making love," he licked his lips as he pulled her into the bedroom and closed the door.

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The last six months flew by. There was only a week left before the wedding. Tomorrow night was going to be their Bachelor and Bachelorette parties. As they lay in bed, his head on her chest, they discussed some of the final touches for everything. Ivar squeezed Katia and said, "I can't believe this is really happening. The woman I love is going to finally take my name in a week, and you're going to give me so many babies!" He turned and kissed her chest.

"Umm, Ivar?"

His heart stopped, "You do want babies, don't you, Katia?"

"Oh yes, of course, I do," she answered, "It's just that I don't know, I don't really know anything about my heritage, Ivar. I've been here longer than I was ever in Russia. Well, at least more than I can remember from there."

"Well, I told you, we can visit there as much as you'd like. I understand you want to know where you came from," he looked up at her as worry stretched across his face.

"Well, I kind of feel like I need to live there or something, Ivar. When we have kids, I want to be able to tell them about my traditions and customs and culture, too, and not only yours. Ya know, those are things you can't truly understand from just the internet."

"What? What, umm," Ivar panicked, "What are you saying, exactly, Katia? You've always said how thankful you were to have my family because you don't have family back there. So what? You want us to move to Russia now?" He was really confused and wondered why this was the first time she'd ever even mentioned anything about caring about anything to do with Russia.

"No, it's just a thought, Ivar. Don't worry. I shouldn't have said anything. I can always go visit just like you said." She kissed his forehead. "Lose that worried look. It's ok. I basically just want to be sure our children have a representation of my culture as well as yours, that's all. I know how strong your mom can be with her beliefs," Ivar gave her a questioning look. She quickly added, "And I admire that about her and want to be the same way, but you know, I have to know them myself first."

"So? What does this mean, then, Katia?"

"It just means you better not give me a hard time when I want to go on a trip to Russia," she smiled.

"You're sure that's all?" Ivar couldn't ignore the knot he now had in his stomach.

"Yes, I promise. I'm sorry I made you worry. I love you."

She leaned up and gave Ivar a quick kiss, trying to reassure him. He let it go but he knew that entire conversation was going to be in the back of his head for a fat minute. How could he make sure she got what she wanted but was still happy with him?

He laid his head back down on her chest and tried to push everything out of his head so he could finally get some much needed sleep. Planning a wedding, as he'd just learned, was a job. Still feeling worried, he finally dozed off to sleep, tossing and turning most of the night.

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"Ok. I'll see you back here, what? 3-4 am?" Ivar said to Katia as he headed to the door to meet his brothers and friends for his Bachelor Party.

"Umm, yeah, well, umm, do you think you'll actually be home that early Ivar?" Katia smiled and winked at him.

"Of course I will. I know you'll be here for me. I already miss you." He kissed her as he wrapped his arms tightly around her. As he pulled away, he said, "Ok, ok. I need to stop or I'm not ever actually going to leave. Just call or text me if you'll be later so I don't worry, ok?"

"Ok," she answered.

As he got to the door, he turned back to gaze at her. "I love you, Ivar," she blew him a kiss, and he left.

A while later, Ivar was on the dance floor dancing his night away when Ubbe came to him. "Ivar, hey, we need to talk. Come to the back so you can hear me." He pulled Ivar through the group of strippers someone had called for the night and that he'd been dancing in the middle of.

Ivar arrived at the venue for his party, where he was given beer before he was even completely inside. He couldn't get quite comfortable, though. Katia's last words to him, even though she'd said she loved him, made him a little uneasy. He wasn't sure why. He pushed it to the back of his mind and tried having a good time.

"What is it that you must ruin my fun, Ubbe? You don't have to worry. I wasn't going to do anything stupid," Ivar said to his older brother, annoyance thickly in his voice.

Waiting for them in the back of the club was Hvitserk, who had the look of murder on his face. Ivar instantly felt worried. "Ivar, it's Katia," Ubbe told him.

Ivar's heart stopped, "What? Katia? What the fuck happened? Is she ok?"

Ubbe began, "Well, I don't exactly know. Torvi just called me. She said Katia never showed up for her Bachelorette party. She was hoping she was here with you."

"Wha, what the fuck? And she's just now calling you? Did she call Katia?"

"Ivar, she said she just thought Katia was coming late because she'd started the evening with you. When she finally called her, it went straight to voice-mail so she called me."

Ivar quickly pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed Katia's number. His face went pale as he looked up at Ubbe and Hvitserk. "She, umm, her fucking number is disconnected." He swallowed thickly and ran his hand through his hair.

"Check her social media accounts. Quickly," Hvitserk instructed him.

Ivar held his phone up to show his brothers. "Page Not Found," displayed across one page and, "Instagram User," on the other. The more accounts he checked, the more deactivated or deleted accounts he found, even including her email.

"Holy shit! What the fuck, man! What do I do? What the hell happened?" Ivar's voice began to quiver as sweat began to form on his forehead. "Did she fucking leave me? Oh fuck!" He fell backwards, luckily into a chair.

Ubbe quickly came to his side. "Ok, do you want to go back to your place, man? Maybe she's there. I can drive you."

"Umm, I, uh. I-I don't know," Ivar answered, in shock, all the alcohol he'd been drinking, not helping. "Umm, Ubbe? Uh, wha, what should I do?"

Hvitserk answered Ivar, "Hey, man, let Ubbe drive you home. You guys check there. See if she left a note if she's not home. I'll go back to Ubbe's place and get my computer to see what I can possibly track down, and I'll meet you guys at your place. Don't worry yet, man. We don't know anything yet."

Ivar dropped his head to his hands, still stunned and not fully wrapping his mind around everything. What had he missed? Where had she gone? Why was this happening? What had he done wrong? He had so many questions and no answers. It was maddening.

"Ivar? Hey? You ok? Did you hear Hvitserk?" Ubbe asked, trying not to show just how concerned he was.

"What?" Ivar looked up at Ubbe in a daze. "Oh, umm, yeah, I heard him. I, umm, I don't know. Yeah, umm, I guess, let's go? What about the party?" Ivar stood up.

"I'll talk to Alex and see if he can end the party for us. I'll help him if he needs me to. You two go on to your place and I'll meet you guys there shortly," Hvitserk answered, rushing them towards the door.

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Ubbe unlocked Ivar's house door and waited for him to go inside first. "Katia? Hey, Katia, are you here?" Ivar called out, hopefully. There was no answer. He looked back at Ubbe, trying his best to hide his emotions that were all over the place at the moment. "She's gone. It's over, Ubbe," he stumbled to the sofa and practically fell onto it.

"Wait here, and I'll check the other rooms for you, Ivar."

Ivar sat there in a daze. He had no idea what he'd done wrong. He only wanted to give her the world.

Ubbe came back through, "Ivar, umm, her clothes are gone from the closet. All her belongings are gone from any room that had anything of hers. There's no trace, whatsoever, that a female ever even lived here at all. Man, I'm so sorry." He looked at Ivar, who was rolling something around in his hands. "What you got there?"

Not looking up at Ubbe, he gave him a cell phone and a piece of paper. "That's her fucking phone. She smashed it," Ivar's voice cracked, still not looking up at his brother.

Ubbe opened the paper. It was a note from Katia.

"Dearest Ivar,

I'm so sorry. I know you deserve way better than this. I need you to know that I do love you. I've never lied about that. But I can't marry you, not now, not like this. I can't just always have everything your mother's way. If we ever had kids, I need to raise them as my own woman and I can't do that this way. I need to find me, who I really am. I hope you can understand. I am truly sorry. I know you'll be ok, though. I love you, Ivar.

Always, Katia"

"What the fuck! Are you serious? She ended your relationship in a fucking note? Ivar. Damn. I'm so sorry." Ivar still never looked at him. Ubbe stepped closer to him, still sitting on the sofa, now with his head in his hands. "Look, man, you're going to be ok. I promise."

Ivar held his hand out to Ubbe and, to Ubbe's surprise, gave him a ring. Ubbe instantly recognized it as Katia's engagement ring. "Aww, hell." Placing his arm around Ivar's shoulders, he sat down beside him.

At that very moment, Hvitserk busted through the door. "Man, cancel your cards, Ivar. Immediately."

Ivar finally looked up, wiping away the single tear that rolled down his cheek. "What? Why?"

"Man, I'm sorry but this bitch wiped your credit card clean. She got a cash advance of the max amount possible and not just that, she took money from your damn bank account, too! Not all of it but a damn huge chunk! Let's just say, she's lucky as hell that she isn't a dude! I'd kick her ass myself!"

Ivar's mouth dropped. He wasn't even able to say anything to Hvitserk about calling her such a name. He normally would never stand for that. "Wha, she did what? Are you sure? How? The banks are closed."

"Man, you know Betty at the bank. Katia called her and she met her there. I'm guessing you introduced them and gave Betty the ok to do such things. Betty was scared shitless when I told her you didn't know."

"Fuck!" Ivar dropped his head as Hvitserk continued. He should have listened to Hvitserk's warnings, but no, he'd pushed him away. How could he have been so blind?

Ubbe just sat in silence, completely stunned, as Hvitserk told them, "And I know where she's going. She is about to board a plane to Russia. I don't know what the fuck for. Didn't she always say she didn't know anyone there? But if you guys hurry, we can probably get there before the plane leaves."

Ubbe asked, "How the hell do you know all that so quickly if she didn't use cards but only cash?"

"Man, wrong time to doubt my skills. Hurry. Let's go," Hvitserk responded, closing his laptop and walking toward Ivar.

"What for? She doesn't want me," Ivar mumbled into his hands.

Annoyed, Hvitserk answered, "Not to chase her down for you, Ivar. To get your damn money back! I knew something like this was going to happen! And it's not right."

Ivar stood up. "Umm, I umm, I need some fresh air. Give me, umm, a few minutes outside alone, ok?" He went to the door, stopping beside Hvitserk on his way out. "I'm so sorry that I pushed you away, Hvitserk. I should have listened to you. I hope, on day, you can, forgive me," and he went out, slamming the door shut behind him.

"You think maybe you could have broken that to him a little softer, Hvitserk? That was a lot to take in all at once. I'm even shocked, and I don't even love her."

"No way. It's best to do all the breaking at once. Rip that damn bandaid off all at one time. And anyway," Hvitserk began throwing his hands up, "She needs a long walk off a short cliff!"

"HVITSERK LOTHBROK!" Ubbe yelled at him.

Hvitserk just shrugged his shoulders, "What? You know you were thinking the same thing!"

"That's beside the point."

"Well, let's go before this bitch gets away," Hvitserk rushed him out the door to get Ivar.

"Wait! Where is he? Ivar?" Ubbe turned all around, looking for Ivar in the dark night.

They both searched for Ivar, but he was nowhere to be found. "What the fuck! Call him!" Hvitserk panicked to Ubbe.

Ubbe's face was pale. "Man, he turned his damn phone off. Can you trace him?"

They went back inside, and Hvitserk went to work. His hacking skills had become very useful today. "Shit! The last signal I have is here on the street, and that was over thirty minutes ago. He could have gone anywhere."

"I'll call Alex and a few of the guys and see if they've heard anything from him," Ubbe said.

"I'll see if I can locate him any other way."

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"Yes, of course. If I hear anything, I'll call one of you immediately. And please do the same," Alex hung up the phone with Ubbe. He was really heartbroken for his best friend. How had Ivar went from celebrating what was the happiest time of his life to suddenly being dumped on his ass and now missing? He tried calling him, but the phone went to his voice-mail.

As Alex went to sit down in the living room, his doorbell rang. Could he be that lucky?

When he opened the door, there stood Ivar, soaking wet in the rain, holding a half drunken bottle of tequila. He couldn't tell, for sure, if that was tears or rain rolling down Ivar's face, but he had a pretty good idea. "Oh, Ivar! Thank God you're ok! Get in here out of the rain."

"She left me, man. It's over. I fucked up somewhere. She's gone," Ivar stood frozen in his spot. "It's over."

Alex urged him to come inside and have a seat. "Damn, man, did you drink all of that tequila by yourself?"

"Uh, umm," he looked down at his hand as he stumbled through the door, "Yeah, and I finished the other bottle already." He dropped onto Alex's sofa.

Alex called Ubbe back and let them know Ivar was there safely and had apparently called his driver, Mike, from his place to town and walked to Alex's in the rain from town, which was a long walk.

"I, ju..umm, I needed some air and some room to think. I didn't want my brothers to see my like this. I'm, umm, I'm sorry, Alex, I'm in a bad way. I'm a fucking mess," Ivar slurred his words.

As Alex sat down beside him and began to try to comfort him, Ivar turned around to him and just dropped his head to Alex's shoulders and began to softly cry. Alex's eyes widened. He was uncertain of what to do. However, as he looked down at Ivar, he knew exactly what he needed and he wrapped his arms around him tightly and hugged him.

"Shhh, shhh. It's ok. Let it out, Ivar. You're safe here. Let it out."

"What, umm," Ivar said between sniffles, "What am I going to do?"

"Well, for starters, you need to get out of these wet clothes. I have some in my room you can wear. And umm, can't Hvitserk find where she went or where she's headed?"

Ivar sat with Alex, trying to calm himself, appreciating the support from his best friend. He finally answered, "Hvitserk already knows where she's going. She's going to Russia. She hates me so damn much, she's leaving the entire country, man."

"Well, are you not going there, too? So you can at least talk to her?" Alex was surprised. They'd seemed so happy.

"No. Hvitserk wanted," Ivar's voice was shaky and his words were still slurred, "To cut her off at the airport but why am I going to chase someone who went to such great links to leave me? I don't fucking care. And she can keep the damn money. Will you tell Hvitserk that for me? I don't fucking care about the money."

Alex was taken back. Katia took Ivar's money? Wow, seemed like they'd all been played a fool by her. He rubbed Ivar's back as he continued to sob into his shoulder. At least Ivar knew he could count on Alex, but that didn't make Alex feel any better.

Once Ivar finally calmed down and puked a few times because of drinking so much tequila, Alex brought him clothes to change into, and a blanket, and Ivar fell asleep on the sofa.

This night had not ended as Alex had thought.

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⛓Feral Possession: Chapter 22⛓

Jealous Bastard

Pairing: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Wynter Hughes [Nonbinary OC] Word Count: ~4.6k WARNINGS: 18+ Minors/Ageless get blocked, Exophilia, Demon!Grimmjow, Feral Behavior, Masturbation, Size Difference, Marking, Fellatio, Praise Kink, Light Degradation, Cum, Dom!Switch!Grimmjow Note: Terms such as pussy/cock/dick/etc. get used. If that makes you uncomfortable, you may want to skip this fic.

Summary: Grimmjow agrees to 'behave' during Ichigo's visit....so long as he gets a reward.

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   "So what do I get if I don't kill Kurosaki today?" Grimmjow purred near my ear as I was making us lunch in the kitchen.

  "What do you want?" I asked as his claws clicked against the counter from him placing his hands on either side of me.

  "You, on your knees, sucking my dick."

  "Of anything you could've asked for, you went for oral?" My brows knit together.

  "You shutting up 'cause your mouth is full of my cock? Fuck yeah, I want that." His voice then dropped as his face came close to my neck behind my ear. "My little rabbit sitting pretty between my thighs, lips closed around-"

  "Okay, I get the picture."

  "Do we have a deal?"

  "Deal." I sighed. We'd made a similar deal when we went to meet Ichigo at the cafe, however, his 'reward' for then had been getting to handcuff me while we had sex. He called it 'revenge' for making him hold his horns. I couldn't complain, though.

  "Good." Grimmjow purred before kissing behind my ear.

  "After he leaves. You only get the blowjob if you hold up your part of the deal." I stated, and the demon clicked his tongue.

  "I know saying this probably won't mean much, but you can relax. Pantera has agreed to behave for today." I said while letting Ichigo into the house. "We train in the backyard." Waving my hand, he nodded and began to walk toward the back door.

  "How'd you get him to agree to this?"

  "He gets a reward after."

  "A reward?" Ichigo raised a brow at me. "What could possibly entice him enough to not lunge at me?"

  "Well, you haven't really seen how he gets with human food." I said while not actually answering his question while at the same time alluding to the reward being food. Like Hell was I going to tell Ichigo I was truly going to give Grimmjow oral. "He's here." I announced when I opened the back door.

  Grimmjow was sitting on the edge of the pool and looked back over his shoulder. He had a sour expression on his face since he wasn't bothering to hide how displeased he was to see the man beside me.

  "Let's get this over with." He grumbled while rising to his feet before smacking his hands together to form his sword. Once he had it in one hand, he placed his other hand on his hip while resting the blade on his shoulder. "Just sit down, shut up, and watch. I'll show you what I've been teaching Little Rabbit."

  "'Teaching' is putting what you do way too generously." I scoffed while drawing my sword from its sheath. Ichigo didn't say anything as he took a seat in one of the outdoor chairs.

  "You're learning, aren't you?" Grimmjow shot me a look as I walked out into the yard and away from the house and pool. I didn't respond and raised my katana to prepare for what was coming next.

  The demon moved so quickly that I lost track of him visually, but I could still sense him and raised my sword just in time to block him. Metal hit metal as sparks flew, and Grimmjow was being aggressive as always in his attack. I was forced back a few steps until I was able to hold my ground.

  The demon and I came face-to-face when our swords locked, and his eyes quickly looked me over.

  "Drop your ass an inch." He ordered. I did as told and found my stance was more solid once doing so.

  "You could've just said 'hips'."

  "Could've. Didn't." Grimmjow smirked before I headbutt him in the nose. He lost his stance from surprise since the hit had no spiritual energy and caused little to no damage. I shoved my sword forward to knock him more off balance before swinging the katana.

  His tail and flexibility helped him regain his stance fast enough to block the strike before rolling it off. I swung again at his opening, but Grimmjow was faster and blocked my katana. He locked our swords together by sliding his blade against my guard while trying to push me back.

  Grimmjow licked across my face, and I cringed while leaning back.

  "What have I told you about leaning so far forward, Little Rabbit?"

  "Are you really gonna lick me every time?"

  "Until you stop doing it. I'm beginning to think you like it."

  "Definitely not." I grunted while digging my feet into the earth.

  "Any enemy would just as easily bite your head off."

  "Yeah, yeah, I know." Even though I had greatly improved my sword skills since I first started training, there were still a few bad habits I had yet to fully break. I managed to get a step forward to gain ground, then quickly leaned into my sword to hook my foot behind one of his paws before jerking back.

  Grimmjow would have fallen, but he moved with the momentum to easily roll back into a crouch as his tail swayed. He shot at me like a bullet, sword against sword as more sparks flew. I was by no means Grimmjow's equal, however, I was able to gain and lose ground because he was holding back. He knew going all out against me would mean I stood no chance without accessing spiritual energy.

  The demon tossed his sword up, letting it vanish in a cloud of smoke before he advanced with his bare hands. Raising my katana to block, his claws scraped along the blade until they caught on the guard, and the sword was flung out of my hands. Grimmjow stopped short of clawing through my throat and pulled back his hand.

  "Go get it." He flexed his claws, and I went to retrieve my sword. Grimmjow swiped at me without warning, but I was thankfully fast enough to block. He stopped again with his claws against my blade. "If this happens," He said while sliding his claws toward the guard. "you follow the movement." He grabbed the blade with his other hand to pull it toward his arm so that not only was the angle of the guard shifted, but the block was also moving into a slash at his shoulder.

  "....How do I do that in a fight? That feels like I might risk breaking my wrist." I said while referring to the weight that would be behind that attack if it were real. Grimmjow's tail twitched before he walked around to stand behind me.

  "Sword up." I took the stance to block. "As soon as there's contact and it goes down, you shift into an attack." Grimmjow grabbed one of my wrists to pull my katana down while his other hand was on my stomach to get my torso to twist with the movement. "And then follow through." He added while pressing his chest against my upper back to get me to lean forward a bit while his hand on my wrist moved to pull the pommel of my katana to make a slashing motion. "Do it."

  Grimmjow stepped back, and I repeated the move he'd just demonstrated. He seemed to approve of the way the blade hissed through the air. I was also quick to notice Grimmjow was giving me more verbal instructions than usual- Was he trying to play a good teacher with Ichigo watching?

  I wouldn't point it out, though. I was preferring him actually telling me stuff rather than just doing it and bitching when I got it wrong. However, it then clicked that Ichigo might find it odd how touchy the demon was being. Then again, maybe not- he did already know about Grimmjow's antics.

  Focusing on training, we kept going until I was panting and licking the sweat from my lip. I stabbed the tip of my katana into the ground while placing my other hand on my hip. Panting, I looked at Grimmjow as he was inspecting his claws.

  "Do I get a break now, or are you about to come flying at me again?" I panted.

  "Oh, I wouldn't want to tucker out the little rabbit too much." The demon responded with a smirk and a glint in his eye. I rolled my eyes before looking over at Ichigo since he hadn't said a word this entire time. He was still in his seat from before, however, his brows were deeply furrowed as he looked lost in thought.

  "Oi! So what do you think? Is he teaching me 'really bad shit'?" I rose my voice, and Ichigo seemed to snap back to reality.

  "I think....I heavily underestimated what's been going on here."

  "Meaning?" I rose a brow.

  "Meaning I can say with confidence you are a better fighter than many of our exorcists when excluding magick. I should've figured going one-on-one with the Sexta Espada for this long would make you learn something, but I didn't think he'd honestly be teaching you."

  "Satisfied? Now, will you stop pokin' your nose into shit, strawberry bitch?" Grimmjow's lip twitched up into a light snarl as he crossed his arms.

  "Why didn't you use any magick, Wynter?"

  "Uh....because we're just sparring."

  "There are ways to use spiritual energy to make yourself stronger and faster. You didn't use any."

  "Maybe because I don't know them." I said while looking at Grimmjow.

  "Don't give me that look. I'm building up to it." The demon's tail twitched.

  "Are you really?"

  "I told you, the only thing I won't teach you are exorcism spells. I'll get around to the other shit."

  "I would like to see you use your spiritual energy. It doesn't have to be today, I just want to see where you're at on that front." Ichigo stated as he rose to his feet. "It's getting late, so I think it'd be better if I head out now."

  "See you some other time, I guess." I said after following him into the house.

  "Yeah. Uh, Wynter?" Ichigo turned to look at me when we neared the front door.

  "What?"

  "I....I can't believe I'm about to say this, but....he's actually doing good. I mean, watching you fight- even with him holding back- it's not like something you see at the Soul Society. Their methods are by the book, proper, methodical. What you're learning is unpredictable, adaptive, and wild. But it works. I know how strong Pantera is, which gives me a really good fuckin' picture of how strong you're becoming in comparison."

  His jaw clenched for a split second before he waved his hand.

  "Wynter, I'd recommend you go to the Soul Society and ask to use their Machnamh Anam."

  "Their what?"

  "Machnamh Anam. It's an exorcist tool used to gauge the soul. I've seen how possessive Pantera gets over your soul, how he covets it, and I knew that meant you had a lot of spiritual energy, but watching you today.... You knew where he was at all times, even when you couldn't follow him with your eyes."

  "I feel like I'm missing something. I thought sensing demons was basic for exorcists."

  "Not like that." Ichigo had a serious expression on his face. "And I'm beginning to understand why your blood made me almost lose control the first time."

  "Wait, what do you mean 'not like that'? Isn't it easier to pick up when there's more spiritual energy?"

  "Yes and no. Once demons and exorcists hit a certain point, they're capable of hiding it."

  "Are you not at that point, then? But if you tied with Pantera-"

  "I am."

  "You sure?" I scoffed, but Ichigo's expression made my smile falter.

  "Why would you ask me that?"

  "Dude, I sensed you the first time you walked into my house."

  "Wynter, I swear, if you're joking, tell me now."

  "I think my confusion makes it pretty fucking clear I'm not joking. Yanno, the tinglies and the hair standing up on the back of your neck feeling?"

  "And you got that the night we met?"

  "Yeah."

  "With Pantera, too?"

  "Yeah."

  "Then that explains why your uncle sealed your spiritual energy."

  "It doesn't explain it to me. What the fuck are you talking about?"

  "You have the potential to become very powerful." Ichigo sighed while running his hand through his hair. "You being that sensitive to spiritual energy is both a blessing and a curse- a blessing since you'll know your enemies are coming, and a curse because it puts a target on your back. Wynter, you can't let Pantera have your soul. Him devouring it would only make him all the more powerful. Please....be careful."

  "You know we're definitely going to have to talk about this again, right?" I questioned as the front door opened.

  "We can discuss it further next time. But, seriously, I get why he wants your soul so badly now. I want you to reconsider the Soul Society's help. They could teach you a lot of other things a demon can't."

  "Answer is still no. Bye, Ichigo." I waved before shutting the door. Heavily sighing, I rubbed my forehead. Grimmjow was a sneaky shit. He'd done training specifically to hone my abilities to sense spiritual energy, and hearing what Ichigo had said, I now understood that training was also honing my own energy.

  He was bringing out my potential like he said he would, he just wasn't outright telling me everything. He was using my ignorance to lower my caution. But I found that I couldn't exactly get angry at that.

  I had confirmed eating my soul was no longer his goal. So what the fuck was he aiming for now by hiding things?

  "He's gone now. I 'behaved'." The demon purred while looking down at me.

  "Don't worry, I plan to uphold our deal." I said while patting Grimmjow's chest. "After I shower."

  "I'll be waiting."

  "I bet."

  Walking out of the bathroom while wrapped in a towel, I saw Grimmjow sitting on the edge of my bed. His eyes reflected the light from the bathroom like a wild animal in the dark. I then turned off the light and sent the room into utter darkness.

  I walked toward the bed as my eyes adjusted to the lack of light before grabbing his chin to tilt his face up.

  "Why am I not surprised you're already sitting here naked?"

  "Says you, coming out with no clothes." Grimmjow muttered as he smirked and tugged on the towel to let it fall to the floor. I brushed my thumb over his bottom lip while thinking about what I wanted to say next. His gaze dropped to my mouth, and I smirked.

  "You want a kiss, don't you?"

  "Yes. So give me one before you go down." His response made me chuckle, and I leaned in to kiss him. Grimmjow's lips were soft and hungry until I moved away to kiss along his jaw. The demon began to purr deep in his chest when I licked the side of his neck.

  My hands traveled down his torso as I kissed his chest. I spread his legs while running my fingers up his thighs to give me somewhere to kneel. Kissing down his stomach, I held his hips as I went down further still. Grimmjow was already erect by the time I was brushing my lips over his strong thigh from how much he was anticipating what was to come.

  He took in a sharp breath when I nipped him, but relaxed as I licked the bite on his upper thigh.

  "Little Rabbit...." I looked up at Grimmjow to see what he wanted. His gaze was intense and sent a shiver up my spine as he was staring down at me. "Did you just mark me?"

  "If that's what you want to call it." I said while rubbing my thumb over the spot I'd nipped. "Won't last long with how gentle I did it."

  "Careful. You're going to make me think you want to own me." Grimmjow said as his tail curled.

  "You're reading too much into it. You've just got really nice thighs."

  "Mm." His head slightly tilted to the side as his ear twitched. "This is a good angle for you, Little Rabbit. You should kneel to me more often." Grimmjow curled his fingers under my chin as his thumb touched my bottom lip. Sticking out my tongue, I slowly licked his thumb as his claw lightly scraped my tongue, all the while making eye contact with the demon.

  He made a sound that was a mix of a purr and a low growl, rumbling and non-threatening. Grimmjow retracted his hand from my face to set both of his palms on the bed on either side of himself. It was his way to indicate he wanted me to keep going.

  I kissed the head of his cock before licking from base to tip. He was hot and heavy against my tongue, and I dropped my gaze to pay attention to what I was doing. I peppered kisses over his pelvis as my hand closed around his shaft to give a few slow pumps.

  Curling my tongue around the base of his cock, I licked toward the head and flicked my tongue. Grimmjow's claws dug into the blanket as he twitched while looking as if he was having to hold himself back from pouncing. I guess that was enough teasing for the impatient demon.

  Closing my lips around the head, I inched further down just to see how far I could go at once. Grimmjow was purring, and I wrapped my fingers around what didn't fit in my mouth. Lifting my head, I lightly sucked on the tip.

  "Such a good little rabbit.~" The demon cooed while giving a lopsided grin that showed his fangs. Oh, how that tone added fuel to the fire burning beneath my skin.

  I pressed my tongue to the underside of his cock while bobbing my head and stroking with my hand that was smearing saliva at the same time. Grimmjow softly moaned above me, and my thighs twitched. His fingers slid into my hair to gently hold my head as my other hand squeezed his thigh. His tail thumped against the bed while his eyes were glued to me.

  Grimmjow's intense stare was a double-edged sword, making me feel both a bit nervous and a little proud that he couldn't look away. When I pulled my mouth away from his cock, drool stretched between the head and my bottom lip. The demon hungrily licked his lip like a beast would its maw as I was stroking his dick.

  "You're looking at me like you're gonna eat me."

  "I fuckin' might. I can smell how wet you are just from sucking my cock." He closed his eyes for a second while breathing in through his nose. "Your scent is fucking delicious, Little Rabbit."

  I smirked while lowering my face to lick the side of Grimmjow's cock. When my tongue curled around the underside, I could feel his pulse throbbing beneath his skin. The head of his cock slid across my tongue as I took him in my mouth again, and he groaned at the back of his throat.

  My hand on his thigh began to massage the muscle beneath my palm while my other hand was working in time with my mouth. My hand squeezed his thigh at intervals, going higher and higher until my fingers brushed his pelvis. Grimmjow twitched from my fingertips lightly trailing over his skin before cupping his balls in my hand.

  Grimmjow moaned when his cock hit the back of my throat, and his hand in my hair flinched.

  "Faster~!" His demand was breathy, and I obliged just to hear him groan again. Both of his hands were in my hair now before his hips bucked, and I moaned around his cock to add a vibration. "Yes! Fuck! Keep doing that!"

  His hips rocked to keep hitting the back of my throat every time my head went down, making me grateful for my hand in the way preventing him from going deeper. Grimmjow was still being gentle enough now, but Heaven forbid if he got carried away and tried to fuck my face without warning. The demon hummed with delight as his hips rocked forward while my saliva was dripping down his balls.

  I moaned again, making his hips buck as his claws brushed against my scalp. I was so turned on that I was throbbing, and I just knew there was a mess on the floor beneath me. Grimmjow's low voice alone was enough to make me wet, and the fact that his cock was in my mouth, fingers tangled in my hair, and he was so desperate to cum made me ache with desire.

  "Just like that, Little Rabbit. Fuck~! You're doing so good.~" Hearing him purr such praise had me pressing my thighs together. He deeply inhaled before his chest rumbled with a growl. "Such a dirty little rabbit. Already dripping wet from servicing your king." He groaned as his long hair fell over his shoulders like a curtain.

  Having my mouth full of cock, I couldn't respond to anything he was saying. Instead, I just moaned to make his breath falter as he groaned. He twitched in my hands and was getting close to cumming as I kept a steady pace.

  When he finally did cum, it was like a torrent in my mouth as he moaned. Waiting until the last spurt of cum, I then slid my mouth off of his cock. However, Grimmjow pulled my hair to make my head tilt back while his other hand rested on the bed.

  "Swallow." He ordered. There was just so much in my mouth that when I closed my lips, some of his cum dripped down my chin. It hit my chest, and I saw how his tail curled while watching me. Grimmjow wiped up his spilled cum with his finger before holding it in front of my mouth.

  Grabbing his wrist with both hands, I held his hand still to lick up the cum. The demon gave a rumbling purr of approval.

  "That's my Little Rabbit.... Mmm, look at the flush of those cheeks. I should turn this pretty face into a mess." Grimmjow touched my bottom lip with the pad of his finger as I looked up at him. I'd momentarily forgotten he could see in the dark- Meaning he could see how deep my blush had gotten and how my lips swole.

  Grimmjow slipped his paws between my knees before shoving my legs apart to expose the mess on the floor.

  "Such a dirty rabbit indeed." He grinned while leaning back as he looked down at me. He kept his paws on my knees and licked his lip like a hungry animal. "Now....should I drown myself in your pussy or fuck you into the mattress?"

  "I don't care. Just touch me."

  "Ask nicely, or I'll leave you there to watch." Grimmjow said while wrapping his hand around his already hardening cock to stroke it.

  "Please touch me, my King." I said without hesitation since I wasn't in the mood to fight with the demon. He picked me up and threw me onto the bed as if I weighed nothing before stalking closer.

  "I'll be going to the Soul Society next week." I stated while sitting on the couch, and Grimmjow's face snapped in my direction. "Not to join, relax. I'll be doing some things with Ichigo. Something about a Machnamh Anam to get a look at my soul."

  "I can't go."

  "I know."

  "I don't trust him."

  "I know."

  "Don't go."

  "I'll take my sword, obviously." I waved my hand, and Grimmjow gave me a look as his ears flattened. "We've been over this before. You already know I don't want to join them, it's strictly for the Machnamh Anam."

  "Why do you even care about that?"

  "Curiosity, partly. Also, the fact that you still aren't telling me everything." I lightly kicked his thigh since he sat on the couch as well.

  "Wha- I told you about having a shit ton of power!"

  "You didn't tell me being able to sense Ichigo when he doesn't want to be sensed isn't normal."

  "Normal for me."

  "Grimmjow." I shot the demon a look, and he rolled his eyes.

  "Didn't think I had to mention every little fuckin' detail about shit."

  "Come on, you know you're the only reason I even know about any of this. If you keep leaving shit out, I'm just gonna start asking Ichigo instead." He didn't like what I said as his expression showed his displeasure. His eyes were sharp while his mouth was in a distinct frown. "I will, don't test me."

  "Do it, then. Maybe he can be your little, goody-two-shoes teacher." Grimmjow's lip twitched with a snarl, and I slowly raised my eyebrows.

  "Cool. He can teach me exorcism spells while he's at it." Leaning over to grab my phone, Grimmjow swooped in and snatched it off of the coffee table before I could. "You gonna give me my phone?"

  "No."

  "But you just said to do it."

  "So?"

  "So, I need my phone to call Ichigo."

  "No."

  "Uh-huh." I stared at him as he was looking right back at me. One of his ears twitched, and I reached for my phone. Grimmjow jerked his hand back to keep me from getting it. I lunged to reach it, but he was faster in moving his hand further out of my reach. "I knew it! You fucking bluffer! Give it here!"

  "No! He's a shit exorcist and a shit teacher!" Grimmjow pushed me back while holding the phone as far away as possible in his other hand. "That pansy won't teach you any shit worth a damn!"

  "Oh, yeah? Then why does he keep telling me shit you don't? Huh?!"

  "He's still a stupid exorcist!"

  "And you're a jealous bastard!"

  "How dare-"

  "Oh, I will dare! Either you teach me right, or I go to Ichigo. Screw your jealousy and hatred- I don't want to end up dead because you didn't think something was important to tell me." I was essentially wrestling with the demon on the couch to get my phone back now.

  "Don't be so sensitive."

  "Says the drama king." I popped off while grabbing for my phone only to have it jerked away.

  "At least I'm better than that fucker. Learned a lot, haven't you?" He tossed my phone to his other hand to avoid me getting it.

  "Ugh!" I let my head fall against my arm laying across Grimmjow's chest. "Why do I keep forgetting I don't have to do this shit? Grimmjow, give me my phone." I held up my other hand, and the demon went tense. However, the device was set in my waiting palm. Lifting my face, I then gestured at Grimmjow with my phone. "Seriously, though. I understand you're territorial and don't like the guy, but I don't know where I stand in this world of yours. If you won't help me, I will seek out help elsewhere. I'm not a demon, and I haven't even been an exorcist for a year. Hell, I haven't even actually exorcised a demon on my own yet. I'm new to this and still trying to figure shit out, Grimmjow."

  My tone was calm, and he looked to be listening. However, he had that pissed-off pout on his face as he draped an arm over my lower back.

  "Fine." He groaned like it was such a hassle as he closed his eyes. "And I'm not 'jealous'."

  "That's my good boy." I gently kissed him on the nose, and his eyes snapped open as his ears turned back. A lopsided grin grew on my lips as I saw his cheeks turn pink.

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He wasn't supposed to. That's what he wasn't telling Britt up front. Dimitri had never intended to wake up, never desired to know a life that moved on without him. She didn't need to know that right now though, didn't need to hear about how deeply that knife had cut. So instead he just nodded along and agreed with her. It wasn't like she was wrong. Even if his intention had been to never see the waking world again he was here and now he had to figure everything out again. "He wanted to leave me." The words weren't easy to say but it was true. "I always loved him more than he loved me. I didn't see that at the time. But it's over now and I have to move on." Time helped but it didn't make it go away entirely. "I know what you mean though. Everything isn't the fairytale I thought it was. It's a lot harder than that and not everything works out." He did slip an arm around her though after that, giving a big of a side hug. "Good, I don't want to lose you." If that time ever did come Dimitri would be beside himself with grief and that wasn't something he wanted to think about right now. "Yeah, neither of them ever recovered from that. I just want my boy to embrace his life again but it might be too soon for him." Silas would come around with time, Dimitri was convinced. "I said I'd be nice to him not purposely seek him out. Don't worry, I'm not dropping in for any unannounced visits." It was more of a 'if he's around I won't be a dick to him' gesture more than anything. Dimitri wasn't stupid. Most of the time, anyway. "I think everyone is under Lyri's spell. One of you guys needs to figure out if I'm technically married. The Fates would probably don't like me as much as they like you."

Impressed, Dimitri couldn't help the little grin that tugged at his lips. Maybe he shouldn't have been smiling at that but it was kind of amusing. Especially now. "If anyone deserves to kick his ass, or shoot him again, it's Lyri."

"Except now you're navigating a world that's continued to move while you were gone." It didn't seem like a fair trade to her, not when he had missed so much of the lives of the people he loved, who loved him in return. "Yeah, that's true. And even when people don't want to leave you, sometimes they have to. There's no certain things in life, not really," she agreed as she leaned her head against his shoulder. "But I can say I have no intentions of going anywhere. By choice or by death." After all, Britt could still, technically, die. It was just a lot harder to pull off and she wasn't exactly looking to experiment with it either. "To be fair, Silas and Kat were both so terribly young, and communication skills aren't always great. Miller certainly didn't help the situation, especially when he ghosted both of them the way he had." There wasn't always a coming back from something like that. "Listen, you might be nice, Chance is not. I would still suggest avoiding him where possible." He was her son and she loved him, but he had also taken so much from her, things she didn't think she would ever truly be able to forgive, but she was willing to tolerate his presence for the sake of her grandchildren if nothing else. "Yeah, my biggest fear was leaving all of you. But, as it turns out, the Fates have a bit of a soft spot for me. And Lyri, but who doesn't have a soft spot for Lyri?"

"I mean, you probably could but one of Lyri's kids actually shot him. Which I only know about because Elise is actually friends with Chance and she called and told him and he found the whole thing quite amusing."

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Hiya babe, it's me again lmao. I was thinking if you could you write something for our comedic king aka george luz aka my smol boyfriend? Maybe one where he loves the reader but thinks she could never love him back cuz he's a lil insecure? 🥺Like he sees how close she is to dick or ron and he's like 'yeah, she probably likes them, they're better than me' but the reader is like 'i only have eyes for you'? Sorry for the essay but it's literally the dream I had last night and ever since then I couldn't get it out of my head 😭🥺 totally okay if you won't write it!!❤️

Only Eyes For You

He tried not to think about it, he really did, but that was kind of hard to do when it was right there in his face all the time. It was actually extremely difficult when you were always there with Speirs and Winters, laughing and joking and beaming at them with your bright, beautiful smile.

And the thing was he couldn't even blame you and he wasn't even surprised. You were an officer and so were they, and you had every right to enjoy their company. The problem was he just wished you enjoyed his company more. He was always trying to make you laugh and smile that dimpled smile you had with his ridiculous impressions and jokes. And it worked too most of the time, so why was it that you never seemed to look at him the way you were gazing up at Major Winters right that minute?

George threw his half smoked cigarette onto the dirty gravel road and stubbed it out roughly under his boot. He glanced back at you and Winters again before turning away, his shoulders hunching in. Who was he kidding anyway, thinking a girl like you would even look twice at a joker like him. What did he even have to offer that Winters or Speirs couldn't offer you ten times over?

"Hey Georgie, where you headed?"

He sighed heavily before plastering a smile on his face and turning to greet you as you trotted up beside him. You were sporting your signature cheery smile, and damn if it didn't send a pang through his heart.

"Oh just heading for an evening stroll," George quipped, trying to keep his tone light. But you knew him and all of his quirks, and you could tell there was something off about his usually bright demeanour.

"Everything alright Georgie? You seem a little off," you asked, your brows furrowing with worry. He shrugged you off and flashed you a smile, but it didn't reach his eyes like it usually did.

"Course I'm alright," he replied, "I'm talking to you aren't I?"

You rolled your eyes fondly at him, but you weren't about to drop it just because he'd tried to distract you with his usual charms. "Cmon Georgie be serious for a minute," you implored, "I can tell there's something wrong and I'm not about to drop it so you might as well just spill the beans."

He stopped in his tracks and scuffed the rough ground with his boots, refusing to meet your earnest gaze. "It's silly really," he sighed, shaking his head, "and it doesn't even really matter anyway."

"You know you can tell me anything," you assured, giving him a sympathetic smile.

"Well I..." he started, "I just..." I stopped himself before huffing and shaking his head irritably, "is there something going on with you and Winters? Or you and Speirs?"

"What on earth are you talking about?" You sputtered, your cheeks blazing red, "Why would you think that?"

"Well you're always laughing with them and smiling that smile at them and I dunno I guess I just thought you had feelings for one of them."

"Oh Georgie," you sighed in fond exasperation, "how can you be so oblivious?"

"Wow OK," he grumbled, "I know sometimes I can be a bit dense but there's no need to rub it in."

"Dick and I are just friends, as are Ron and I," you said gently, stepping closer to him and looking into his eyes earnestly, "how could you not know you're the only one I have eyes for."

"What?" He stuttered in disbelief, "but they're....they're officers and they're..."

"Oh none of that matters to me," you sighed, reaching for his hand and squeezing it gently, "nobody makes me smile like you do, or laugh the way you do. You're the only one I want."

"Oh," he says simply, before a grin rose on his face and he pulled you closer, his hands on your waist. Before you could say anything he pressed his lips against yours firmly, and you couldn't contain your excited giggle.

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Heat of the Moment

Pairing: Tobio Kageyama x Reader (College AU)

Rating: Explicit (18+ minors do not interact)

Warnings: virgin!Kageyama, sex, virgin sex, nipple play, condom sex, Y'all it's pretty tame ok. It's wholesome sex

Word Count: 2.6K

a/n: HERE IT IS CEE! @spacelabrathor I PROMISED YOU A KAGS FIC AND IT'S HERE. Here he is in all his cute, dumb, awkward, blunt (but still a fucking prodigy at everything he does) glory! ALSO FOR YOU some Atsumu slander bahahah. (No one come for me I love Atsumu but like... come on, mans is a little asshole) ANYWHOO This is supposed to serve as a little continuation to my first Kags fic So I hope you enjoy! Also s/o to my love @dymphnasprose for always dropping sweet yummy Tobio thirsts in my DMs and making me absolutely feral for this man. I love you forever baybeeee

“I want to have sex.”

He’s decided, made up his mind, the decision is final, no more going back and forth. Steely blue eyes gauge your very surprised expression as you lay on your belly on his bed, feet kicking the air as you read a book. Your eyes widen in surprise as you take in your boyfriend’s expression.

“What?” you ask, chuckling and pulling yourself up to sit and give him your full attention.

“I want to have sex with you.” He repeats it, confident and reassured that it is exactly what he wants as he looks into your eyes. When you raise a questioning brow, he stomps over to the bed to sit beside you and place a hand on the small of your back.

“Tobio, is this about what Atsumu said last week?”

You know how much Atsumu is able to get under his skin. He teases him constantly about being a virgin after Tobio accidently and drunkenly let it slip that he hadn’t done anything with you other than heavy petting and heated make out sessions. Atsumu has teased him since then, making jokes about one day stealing you from him so you could be with someone with experience. As if you’d leave Tobio for Atsumu. Yeah right.

“You know I’d never leave you for him, right?” you say looking into his eyes with a worried expression. His cobalt eyes gleam back at you, getting momentarily lost in your beauty before he scowls again.

“It has nothing to do with that piss-haired loser!” he says defensively. He knows you wouldn’t leave him, especially not for Atsumu, but he can admit—only to himself—something else Atsumu said is what helped him make his decision.

There’s nothing better than seeing a woman come undone around you. You look at her face and see her pleasure and know it’s all because of you and you feel invincible.

Tobio swallows hard when he pictures for the fifth time tonight your face twisted in pleasure. You gasping and moaning his name like the woman in the porn he watched for reference last night. His hand moves to rub your back seductively and his expression softens.

He really does love you, you’ve put up with so many of his mood swings, supported him at every game, even helped him with homework is some of his toughest classes.

“I just want to be able to make you feel good. I know you’ve had sex with other guys before me, but I wanna be the one who made you feel the best.”

You crawl into his lap, straddling his muscular thighs and draping your arms around his neck to plop a kiss onto his surprised lips. The tiny lounge shorts dig into your thigh as you look at him through your lashes and he digs his fingers into your plump ass. He intakes a breath when you grind on the bulge in his pants and his eyes grow wide.

“You don’t have to prove anything to me,” you say, a sultry smile working it’s way onto your face. “But I won't say no to you trying.”

You kiss him, grasping his silky jet black locks and plunging your tongue into his mouth. Both his large hands grasp your ass as you grind down harder on the growing bulge in his pants.

Tobio always gets a boner when the two of you make out, but to feel how warm you are and how close your pussy is to his dick, it makes him grunt into your mouth. He leans back on the bed, flopping onto his back as he holds your waist and balances you atop of him.

You continue kissing him, purring and humming against his lips, and when you pull back to look him in the eye, a string of spit keeps the two of you connected. He looks at you in earnest, biting his lip and trying to focus on your pretty face instead of the ache in his shorts.

“Ok so should I fuck you now? Why are our clothes still on?” He asks with complete seriousness and you snort. Your world shines brighter due to his absolute lack of tact, and he frowns when he thinks you’re making fun of him.

“What?” he grumbles.

“That’s something Atsumu won’t tell you, probably because he sucks at it. There’s a beautiful thing called foreplay and you’re going to learn it,” you say as you smile against his lips and run your hand down his chest.

“From a woman no less, which means…you’ll already be ahead of the game.” You grind your hips down upon him again and he’s too late to stop the groan that tumbles from his pink lips.

You smirk then roll to the side to move off of him and he rises up in shock, eyes wide and worried. But he holds his breath when he sees you standing and removing your shirt and shorts before you look over your shoulder at him.

“Well, I can’t be the only one undressed.”

Tobio quickly sheds his shirt and shorts, sitting clad only in his tight compression underwear on the bed. He stares at your bra and underwear, eyes drinking in every deep curve, the swell of your breast, and how the thin twine of the straps of your thong sit on your hips.

His fingers fist into the sheets of the bed and his cock twitches at the mere sight of you. He can’t remember how he got so lucky but he smiles smugly to himself when he pictures the surprised look on Atsumu’s face when he finds out.

You tiptoe over to him sitting on the edge of the bed and push his thighs apart to stand between them. He wraps an arm around your waist and cranes his neck to look up at you. You run a hand through his hair, pushing it from his forehead. His long fingers trace down the curve of your back and you sigh at his touch. He places his forehead against your stomach and closes his eyes.

“Your skin is so soft. I want to kiss it,” he mumbles. You chuckle as you continue rubbing his hair.

“So why don’t you?” He opens his eyes and obliges, placing his lips against your stomach. You sigh again as he kisses down your stomach and stops at the hem of your underwear. His hands are on your hips now, digging into your skin and fiddling with the straps of your panties. He’s so eager, the excitement he usually saves for the volleyball court oozing out of him as his piercing gaze asks you for permission.

You give a curt nod and he loops his long fingers through the skimpy string of your panties and slowly pulls them down your legs. When you’ve stepped out of them and he’s face to face with your pussy, he gasps in amazement. He takes a few moments to look over you, his hands running up your thigh before he continues his path of kisses from your stomach down to your clit. He stops suddenly when you whimper and his eyes are wide with panic.

“Sorry, is that bad?” he asks in a small voice. You don’t realize your eyes are closed until you open them to see his eyes panic stricken expression. You rub his hair gently and give him a reassuring smile.

“Nope, it’s actually really really good. Aren’t I the lucky one to get a guy who doesn’t have to be told to kiss my pussy,” you say laughing. Tobio smiles up at you as well, now more calm by your relaxing tone.

“Can’t help it when it’s that pretty.”

He pulls you down on top of him and you squeal as you straddle his waist. He lays on his back, massaging your hips as you mount him. You reach behind your back to unhook your bra and his eyes grow even wider as your tits fall. You always knew Tobio was a boob guy, but the way he’s looking at you now, mouth slightly agape as he licks his lips, definitely cements that fact.

His cock twitches in his underwear and you give him a quick kiss before shimmying down his body to free him from his cotton prison. You’ve never seen Tobio naked before. You’ve felt his impressive length through his pants when you two have fooled around and fantasized about how pretty it would be when you finally witnessed it but like always with Tobio, it's better than you expected.

He’s not too long but he’s quite thick. He's already dripping precum and it leaks onto his belly when it pops free; the tip is a beautiful plush pink that matches the flush of his skin when he sees you staring hungirly at it.

When you bring it to your lips and lick the tip, he groans loudly and clutches the sheets on the bed tightly. “Wait…I almost…” he grunts through his teeth. You look up at him apologetically. A blowjob probably isn’t the best idea for his first time, but you definitely make a mental note to suck him off some time soon. The man’s cock is way too pretty not to be in your mouth.

“Sorry,” you say before moving back up his body to kiss him passionately. He grunts into your mouth as you bite his lips. His hands tangle in your hair and he ruts against your ass in anticipation. When he moves to bite your neck you moan and whisper his name.

“S’okay. I wanna...suck…” he grunts, pawing at your breast as he nibbles and licks your neck. He sounds like he’s asking permission and you breathe out a quick, “yes” before rising up to sit on his lap.

You can feel his heart speed up, thrumming underneath you as he raises and pulls your body flush to his. You feel his long lashes flutter against your chest before he latches to your nipple and groans deeply. You’re not sure how he knows exactly what to do but your pussy grows wetter with every flick of his tongue on your skin.

“Mmm Tobio, you’re so good at that,” you moan and you can tell he likes the praise. He flexes his hips up into you, grinding against your ass and you moan again desperately as blood pumps straight to your cunt.

Tobio continues licking and sucking your nipples, moving from each one to give them equal amounts of attention, but when he bites down and sucks like he’s pulling something from you, you throw your head back in bliss, a loud shrill whimper bursting from you.

You’re ready now, your body vibrating with anticipation. You push him to flop on his back again, lean over to open the desk drawer, and grab a condom. You quickly rip it open with your teeth, pull it out in one quick motion and roll it slowly down his length.

He watches in amazement, you’re a pro at this. How on earth were you able to make opening a condom that sexy? You lock eyes with him now as you hover above his dick and his chest heaves up and down. He thinks once again about how lucky he is, how gorgeous you are, and how much he can’t wait to see your face when you’re coming on top of him.

“Don’t be nervous baby,” you purr as you line the tip up with your pussy. Even through the condom he can feel how warm you are, and he has to take deep breaths and focus on not finishing too early.

“Don’t you wanna make me feel good?”

He grits his teeth as you sink slowly down onto him. You spread around his length and he watches in awe as you take him. You both cry out when you’ve sunk all the way down on top of him and your walls are fluttering as you become accustomed to him.

Tobio’s eyes are squeezed shut, he’s panting trying desperately not to think about how fucking warm and tight you are. He can feel you clenching, feel you caress his cock and he can’t imagine how good it would feel if the condom weren’t between you two. His hands are digging into your hips, leaving marks as he concentrates on holding in the cum he wants to shoot into you.

“Shit…is it always like this?” He grunts as he looks up at the ceiling.

You chuckle as you run your hands up your body, massaging your own tits and pinching your nipples. You lean down to whisper in his ear.

“No, it’s even better without a condom,” you smirk and he gasps at the thought. You lift your hips then, placing your palms on his broad chest and balancing yourself to hover over the tip before plunging down onto him again.

You continue rocking your hips and bouncing on him and he swears he can see stars. He grunts and moans, gasping as you draw circles with your hips on his cock. He remembers how good you are at dancing and isn’t surprised at how well you ride him.

“Fuck...shit this feels so good,” he groans and momentarily open his eyes to watch your lovely face. Your eyes are lidded and you’re biting your lips in concentration, a seductive smile playing on the edge of your lips.

“You’re doing so well baby,” you coo. You’re impressed, he’s lasted far longer than you thought he would, but then again Tobio’s always had great stamina.

Your ass slaps against him, bobbing like the first time he saw you twerking and it only makes him buck up into you more. Your tits are bouncing as the room fills with the sultry sound of slapping skin. He bites his lip as he feels his insides tighten, a pressure building in him as your pace quickens.

Your moans are loud, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure and when you whimper his name, it feels like he’s on the court. His instincts kick in and he flips you on your back. He pulls your body close to his and looks into your eyes before he plunges into you.

The new position allows him to hit an angle no guy you’ve been with has ever been able to hit and you cry out in ecstasy. He pumps into you desperately, kissing you and watching as your eyes start to roll to the back of your head. He feels so good inside you and he’s so close his arms and legs are starting to shake.

He watches as you bite your lip, scream his name and clench so hard around him he doesn’t have to be a pro to know you’ve just come. He smiles a cocky smile to himself before a guttural growl breaks from him and he spills a thick load of cum into the condom. So Atsumu was right about that. There’s nothing better than seeing you scream his name and watch you come undone because of him.

He stays embedded in you for a few minutes as both of you twitch and come down from your high. His head rests in your neck and when he’s finally caught his breath he flashes you a cocky smirk. You giggle and roll your eyes, not needing to hear him say anything.

“How the fuck did you do that?” you ask as he pulls out of you and removes the condom.

“I don’t know, my body moved on it’s own I guess,” he shrugs as you take the condom from him, tie the end and dispose of it. You kiss him on the lips and shake your head with a smile.

“Should’ve known you’d be a goddamn prodigy at it.”

Tobio pulls you back into his arms to hold you and bask in the after sex glow. He’d finally done it and he’d managed to get you to come too. A prodigy you’d called him. This was definitely something he’d “accidentally” share with Atsumu next time.

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Thanks for reading!

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𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 (𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒊 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐) 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨 (𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳)× 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐭! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞)

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐈𝐝𝐨𝐥 𝐀𝐔, 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬

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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧, 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧! 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨, 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯-𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐛! 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐣𝐨𝐛, 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐢-𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬.), 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭, 𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱.

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The producer turned off the music which confused the artist that was currently inside the recording booth. Taking off the headphones, she fanned out the hair which stuck in between them and looked towards the two males which were sitting outside watching her intensely.

"Is something wrong?"

The long and frustrated sigh the producer emitted let her know something was most certainly wrong.

"It's all wrong. Everything about your singing is wrong." The producer said.

Y/N's mouth dropped open slightly, confused by the man's voice. Tilting her head, she could see the other male who currently had his arms crossed and was looking at her with a smug grin, probably celebrating that she was about to get scolded.

"What is it? Is it the lyrics? Am I off key? Do you want me to sing in a different tone." She could already feel her anxiety rising up.

"No Y/N. The pitch, the lyrics, all that is fine. It's just....there's no feeling whatsoever. This is supposed to be a love song yet it somehow feels extremely melancholic. It's like.....it's like I'm listening to an extremely talented zombie."

The younger male from behind nearly doubled over, a soft snort coming out his nose that he quickly drowned out by covering his mouth and pretended to cough. The girl in the booth blinked slowly, processing that words the producer just said to her.

"We're done for today. We'll continue recording another day. Just please Y/N, try to find some inspiration to help with the feeling of the song. Think of an idol you're crush on, your pet, your favorite food! I don't care! Just try to sound more convincing, please!"

Without so much as another word, the producer slammed the door behind him. Once the girl stepped out of the booth, her eyes darted over to the male in the couch, who could no longer contain himself and began bursting into laughter.

"Oh shut up you gorilla."

Grabbing one of the pillows, she tossed it at his face in vain as he merely caught it and stuffed it underneath his arm.

"I'm not the one who made the producer angry with that screeching of yours." He shrugged.

Letting out an offended scoff, Y/N placed her hands on her hips.

"I do not screech thank you! As if you did any better Jongho."

"Uh....last time I recall, I got through my first half of the song perfectly fine with no screw ups. You on the other hand have been recording over and over again cause you can't fix that hoarse throat of yours." He teased her.

"My voice is not hoarse!" She cried out.

"Ok sure whatever you say. It's ok, I promise I won't say anything about you sucking dick last night and that's why you can hardly talk let alone sing."

"Excuse me?" She raised an eyebrow at him, not amused with another one of his dirty jokes.

"I mean kind of unprofessional to do such things the night before a schedule, but who am I to judge a nymphomaniac?" Wiggling his eyebrows at her, he snorted loudly.

Y/N was going to retaliate the same way she usually did: strike back with a savage remark, insult him personally or even smack his head just for the fun of it. Although she couldn't deny that she probably deserved him teasing her since she was the one who started every time since they began working on the song together, she still felt like he went too far at times. Almost like an annoying brother who seemed to thrive out of making your life miserable. But this time, she wanted to turn it up a few levels, get Choi Jongho to eat his words and shut up once and for all.

"Oh? So you've heard the rumors then?"

He furrowed his eyebrows.

"What rumors?"

Giggling softly, she began to slowly walk over to him, making sure to put a little sway in her hips.

"The rumors about how I give some of the best blowjobs."

She nearly laughed when Jongho's eyes flung open, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly as he swallowed nervously at her words.

"Oh stop playing coy Jongho and just admit it." She brought her face down at eye level with him, Jongho pulling his gaze away immediately at her close proximity.

"Ad-admit what exactly?" He stuttered cutely.

Smirking down at him, she startled him when she suddenly straddled his lap, his hands clutching the leather material under him.

"Admit that you brought it up cause you want to experience that yourself." She ran her fingers through his soft black hair.

"Experience what exactly?" He shifted uncomfortably underneath her, face reddening as he began to feel a small tent begin to form in his jeans, prompting him to stop moving before she felt it.

But Y/N felt it, she could definitely feel his bulge poking at her ass. Unable to stop herself, she rolled her hips against Jongho's, who had a shocked expression on his face.

"Y/N!" He exclaimed, words caught in his throat as he thought about a way to get out of the situation.

"What? Isn't this what you wanted? All those times you made all those sex jokes, wasn't it just to get me like this? On top of you? Ready to sink myself on your cock and ride you as I want?"

Jongho stumbled over his words, small frustrated whimpers spilling out of his lips as his erection grew harder inside his pants due to the incessant roll off her hips. And the way he was involuntarily bucking his hips up at her wasn't helping at all. Leaning down, she grazed her lips over his, her warm breath ghosting over his mouth.

"Just tell me how you want me Jongho. On my knees, on all fours, on the wall? I bet you'd love showing off your strength as you pound my soaking cunt against the-"

"I'm a virgin!"

Once he yelled out those words, Y/N's movements halted. Her eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as she looked down with extreme surprise at Jongho, whose flushed face and teary eyes told her he wasn't lying to her.

"You're what?!" She quickly got off him, afraid to even be closer than 6 feet from him after his revelation.

"I'm a virgin ok!? I've never done anything with anyone, I haven't even had my first kiss."

He looked utterly ashamed and humiliated having to admit all that, especially when he had a huge problem in between his legs, that Y/N felt really bad for him. She knew she probably took it too far, but how was she supposed to know that he was practically a saint?

"Then why would you always tease me with overly sexual jokes?" She demands to know.

"Because nothing else worked to get you mad. Everything else slid off like butter on you. Besides I had to get back at you for all the times you messed with me. You were the one who started being mean out of nowhere and for no reason."

She definitely couldn't deny that statement. Sighing softly, she leaned back on the chair behind her.

"Ok, I guess I'm sorry about it. I guess I can..... stop pestering you or whatever." She offered.

Jongho's eyes immediately lit up at her words, unable to contain that gummy smile of his.

"Really?"

Y/N didn't know what it was, but seeing him smile like that, looking so adorably innocent and naive, it sparked something in her. She looked him up and down, Jongho was certainly very attractive and she'd be lying if she said she had never thought about what he'd look like without clothes on, his physique was astounding to say the least. She didn't know what it was, but she knew she had to have him.

"If........you give me something in return."

Jongho looked at her in confusion wondering what on earth she could possibly want from him.

"And that is?"

Smiling fondly at him she answered:

"I want to take your virginity."

Jongho widened his eyes, his hand trembling softly.

"You want to what?"

"You heard me Jongho. I want to take your virginity."

He looked so appalled and frightened by her words, his eyes looking down at the floor that she immediately regretted having such thought in the first place. How could she possibly ask him to give up something which was possibly important and sacred to him.

"Look Jongho, I was only kidding. Don't worry about-"

"Ok fine."

Now it was her turn to be shocked.

"Wait. Are you serious?" She looked at him in disbelief.

He nodded, all fear and doubt from before gone.

"But I'm holding you to your word. You better start being nice or so help me I'll ruin your career."

She chuckled dryly at his threat.

"Don't worry, I promise I won't annoy you anymore."

They stood quiet for a few moments, unable to think of something else to say. Jongho was the first to speak up.

"So....should I take off my pants then?"

Y/N cringed at his words.

"Not right here right now Jongho. Maybe in a less public place, like I don't know, my apartment." She suggested.

"Oh right....." Jongho realized how dumb he probably sounded right at that moment.

"Let me know when you don't have any schedules, I'm going to be on break anyways for the next weeks after I finish my goodbye stage tomorrow at Music Bank, so I'll be free any day after that."

Jongho nodded.

"So we're really doing this?" He asked more to himself than to her.

"You can always back out at any point if you want." She reminded him.

"No! It's fine. I'll let you know when I'm available."

Getting up, Jongho grabbed his jacket and phone. Before leaving, he scared Y/N when he suddenly cupped her chin with one hand and kissed the top of her head.

"I'll see you soon Y/N. Take care."

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Y/N paced back and forth. One minute she was sitting quietly on her couch then suddenly she got up and grabbed a glass of water in the kitchen. Why was she so nervous? It's not like she wasn't experienced in sex, but for some reason she felt antsy about what was about to happen.

"Calm down. Just get it over with and try not to scare him to much." She mentally told herself.

She couldn't help but stare at her reflection in the mirror she had in the hallway. She looked at her attire consisting of plain black shorts and a dark grey oversized shirt. Should she change into something more cute? Or was she overdressed? She mentally face palmed herself for thinking that.

"I'm going to end up naked in the end, who the fuck cares about what I'm wearing?" She shook her head at her stupidity.

Hearing the doorbell ring, she actually jumped slightly and let out a small shriek. She took a deep breath and sped over to the front door, hesitating for a second or two as her hand hovered over the handle. Wanting to get it over with, she turned it and opened the door in a rather hasty manner.

"Hey." Jongho shyly greeted her, mask still covering his face, his hat pulled down to hide his forehead.

"Hey you." She moved out of the way to let him inside.

Taking off his mask, hat and jacket, Jongho neatly put them on the rack Y/N had on the front door, making sure to also take off his shoes. Turning around, he looked around everywhere but at her, his hands in his pockets as he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet.

"How was your day?" She asked him.

"Ummm tiring. I spent most of the day filming with the Hyungs for the new drama we're going to be in. So yeah....." He answered softly.

"Oh I see. Yeah I remember how acting schedules were. Are you hungry? I can whip up some ramen for you fast."

Not giving him time to answer, she took his hand and led him into the kitchen. She began rummaging through her cabinets, taking out a few packets of ramen, thinking Jongho was no doubt hungry.

"Would you like some water? Juice? I made lemonade this morning that-"

She instantly shut up and dropped the ramen packets on the floor when Jongho's hand gripped her wrist and turned her around to face him. He looked nervous, she could feel how his hand trembled against her wrist, and she knew she was probably also mirroring the same expression as he was. Nevertheless, he was determined in what he was going to do. His eyes were fixed firmly on her lips which looked so soft and delicate. Before he and she knew it, he was leaning down and pressing his lips against hers, giving her a faint whisper of a kiss. If Y/N could she would have giggled at how cute he was being, giving her the exact kiss she expected from someone who was having his first kiss. But she held herself back, letting him enjoy himself.

Pulling back, Jongho pressed his forehead against hers, eyes scanning to see her reaction.

"Was it terrible?"

She shook her head and smiled at him with a warm expression.

"No, on the contrary, I enjoyed it."

Unable to help herself, she wrapped her arms up his neck and began pecking his lips.

"Have I told you you're absolutely adorable?"

Now it was his turn to smile as he began to reciprocate her kisses.

"No. You usually called me a bother, gorilla, oversized panda or something like that."

Y/N hummed softly as she slowly began to deepen their kisses, enclosing her lips over Jongho's, her tongue running itself on his upper lip.

"Open your mouth." She gently told him when he didn't get the hint.

Parting his lips slightly, Jongho let out a tiny muffled whine when he felt her tongue poke against his, swirling around his mouth in slow and slimy movements. He felt so awkward having her practically devour his mouth, pulling his tongue between her lips and giving them a slight suck. Feeling him get really awkward, Y/N pulled back.

"Not a fan so far?" She nuzzled her nose against his.

He let out a groan.

"How can you people enjoy it? Feels like an eel is trying to attack me."

Y/N laughed softly at his comparison, not offended but understanding it would take time for him to get used to certain things.

"Hmmm ok. Then let's try something else."

Starting at his jaw, Y/N placed tiny butterfly kisses across it, lowering them down onto his neck. She concentrated on the way his breath would hitch when she'd kiss a certain place, tongue poking out to test the waters and so far he seemed to be ok with it. But he still hardly made any reaction. Did he also not like neck kisses? Or had she not found the right-

"Oh-oh.." Jongho inhaled sharply, his hands coming over to cling onto her hips when she had placed a lick on top of his neck mole.

"So that's where it was."

She mentally smiled before latching her mouth back on top of the patch of skin, suckling on his sensitive spot which had Jongho mumbling something incoherent.

"...feels good.." She made out a few words.

"Yeah? You like this?"

Letting out a tiny gasp when he felt her bite down on his neck, Jongho's head tilted back so she could have more access, eyes shut tight while his bottom lip was caught between his teeth. He didn't think he'd be that receptive to her suckling, yet here he found himself, pressed against her kitchen counter, barely able to keep his hands away from her as they were now sliding down to cup her ass. Kneading at the soft skin, he didn't notice he had begun to rut himself on her thigh which was currently between his legs until she had pulled back and told him about it.

"You're already this turned on by just a hickey?" She gazed down in between their bodies.

"Oh?......I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"

Shutting him up with a kiss, she linked their hands together before pulling him out of the kitchen.

"Don't apologize."

Jongho allowed himself to be lead into her room, letting her guide him to the bed where he obediently layed down on. He was unsure of what to do when he felt her tug at his shirt.

"Off."

It was a simple command yet he found it hard to bring himself to do it. He began to feel self conscious. Although he was proud of his body, would she think the same way? What if she preferred less bulky men? Or what if she didn't think he was that fit? It seemed Y/N knew what he was thinking about since she slipped her hands underneath his shirt, lightly caressing his bare torso.

"Don't be shy. I bet you look fine."

Raising his arms over his head so it'd be easier for her to help him slip his shirt off, he looked at her and blushed slightly when her eyes raked over his arms, his muscles flexing unconsciously.

"Ok well, bet lost. You look better than fine." She fought hard to keep herself from drooling over his large built. Jongho truly was one of the most mesmerizing idols she had ever seen, and she had seen a lot of them since she debuted.

"So think my body looks ok?"

Instead of replying, Y/N opted for hunching over and start giving his chest open mouth kisses. She didn't break eye contact whatsoever as she dragged her tongue down his abs, further flustering the poor boy who was eyeing her every movements very carefully. The further down she got, the more needy he seemed to be getting. Suddenly his jeans felt too confining, too restricting. He got an urgent need in between his legs that he had never felt so intensely as he felt at that moment.

"Y/N....." He called out to her, fingertips grazing her hair.

Retracting her mouth from his stomach, which now had a purple mark forming, Y/N looked up at him with concern.

"Do you want me to stop?"

Jongho shook his head. Bucking his hips up against her body, he licked his lower lip.

"Please do something."

When she still didn't understand what he meant, he took hold of her hand and placed it on his crotch, making her subtly squeeze at the hardness. Getting the hint, Y/N thought it would be a little fun to tease him just once more.

"What? Want me to take you out of these pants?" With a roll of her palm, she had Jongho hissing lightly as she groped at his hard on.

"Yes please. Touch me." He urged her to continue.

Wanting to please him, she began undoing his zipper, opening up his pants before dragging them down his thick thighs along with his underwear. She had to flinch her head back when his girthy cock sprang free and nearly hit against her chin. She had her mouth agape as she took in his size, resting on top of his stomach.

"Jesus, I knew you'd be big but I didn't think you'd be..... that big."

Jongho giggled nervously at her comment.

"Well thanks for that."

Pretty soon, his pants were also discarded on the floor. Y/N took in the sight of Jongho fully naked on her bed, chest slowly rising up and lowering back down, anxious to find out what she was going to do next. Settling herself between his legs, she hummed softly before taking a hold of his base, that action alone making him tense up.

"Just relax ok? I know it'll probably feel awkward for you at first but just try not to think too much." She encouraged him.

Jongho nodded and decided to not look down at her, instead choosing to gaze up at the ceiling above him. He grimaced slightly when he heard and felt her spit on his dick, feeling odd about having her saliva ooze down his length. But soon after, he let out a sighed softly as he felt what he assumed was her hand running up and down his shaft. He couldn't help but close his eyes as he began to get lost in the euphoric feeling. He would occasionally inhale sharply everytime her thumb would run itself along his slit, hips rolling up to match the strokes she placed on his cock. Jongho already felt a blissful sensation that he thought couldn't get any better.....and then he felt something warm wrap around his head.

"Oh- fuck!" Jongho's eyes shot up as he stared down to find Y/N giving his tip the most subtle of sucks yet it was more than enough to make him go wild.

"Sorry. You just looked too irresistible that I just had to. Hope you don't mind." She winked at him before sinking more of him into her mouth.

His cock twitched when he felt himself hit the back of her throat, the gagging sound she made making him worry momentarily, but it was obvious it didn't bother her as she just dragged her tongue down to his base before coming back up and taking all of him inside her mouth once more. Her head began bobbing up and down as lewd slurping noises spilled from her mouth. Sloppily, she'd swirl her tongue around him, sometimes even dipping it into his slit when she would pull back before going back down until her nose touched his pubic bone. Meanwhile Jongho had his hands fisting the blanket underneath him, his hips trying to hold back from grinding up against Y/N's mouth in fear of accidentally hurting her. When she gave him a particularly harsh suck, his hips jerked up and he was immediately pushing her face away.

"Stop! T-too much!" He gasped out, already looking out of breath with sweat beads forming along his hairline.

"I'm sorry, guess I got a little carried away." She wiped some of the drool and precum that collected around her chin.

While he layed there trying to collect himself, Y/N took the opportunity to begin stripping herself out of her clothes. Throwing her shirt over her head, Jongho whimpered when he saw that she had worn no bra underneath her garment, her bare chest greeting him out of nowhere. He couldn't peel his eyes from her, looking up at her in amazement and admiration as she sat on top of him completely nude.

"You're beautiful..." He didn't realize he said it out loud.

"Really? You think so? I was a little worried since I gained a bit of weight during my hiatus." She pouted slightly.

"Oh trust me, you have nothing to be worried about. You're gorgeous." He couldn't help himself but praise her, feeling himself fall deeper into her charms.

Pulling him up, Y/N wrapped her arms around him, lips coming down to kiss him tenderly, making sure not to slip any tongue in his mouth since he obviously didn't enjoy it very much. Jongho seemed to have gained a little more confidence, his hands coming up to caress her back, before fully embracing her with his arms, pulling her closer against him. As he shifted underneath her, his cock made contact with her wet core, making them both moan into each other's mouths before pulling away, their breaths getting caught in their throats.

Looking at him one last time, Y/N had to ask.

"Are you completely sure you still wanna go through with this?"

Jongho didn't hesitate, instead laying back down as he looked up at her.

"Yes I'm sure. Just please.....be gentle." He begged her.

Fighting back her urges to just ruin him completely, Y/N took a hold of his base and lined him up against her opening. Wanting to take it slow, she first slipped his head inside.

"You doing ok so far?"

He nodded reassuringly.

"Yeah....feels kinda like having your mouth around it, only it's a lot warmer and more tighter."

Slowly and slowly, Y/N began to sink lower onto his length before fully sitting on top of him. Jongho let out a choked out gasp as her hole covered him entirely, squeezing him all around.

"H-holy!" He cried out in a raspy tone, fingers reaching out to grip at her thighs to help him stabilize himself.

Y/N waited a few seconds to let him adjust to the newfound feeling, smiling to herself whenever she felt his cock twitch inside of her.

"I'm going to pull back out now ok?" She explained.

Pushing herself off him she then lowered herself back onto him, moaning softly as he stretched her walls out deliciously. She kept a steady pace, making sure to slow back down whenever he seemed to get agitated or overwhelmed her strokes which she noticed by the way his breathing became more erratic or how his nails began digging into her flesh. Taking his hands off her thighs, she held them in her own, bringing one of them up to place a kiss on the back of it.

"You're doing great so far Jongho."

Hearing her praise him sent his heart fluttering, his eyes locked on where their bodies were connected, breathing and panting heavily everytime he watched himself disappear inside her folds before reappearing again, only to be safely enveloped once more by her velvet like walls. He felt an unfamiliar feeling begin to build up in his core, it felt like one of the many times he had secretly jerked off back in the dorms, but this one felt stronger and more intense. He couldn't keep himself from squirming as he began to shudder against his will underneath Y/N.

"Y/N! It's- oh my!" He couldn't fully comprehend what was happening to him, he just felt himself spiraling down into some hazy state.

"It's ok baby, just let it go. You're about to cum, it's ok. Just cum for me, show me how good you're feeling." She cooed at him lovingly.

Through shivering and stuttered whimpers, Jongho came inside her, his cum spurting out in heavy pumps as he coated her insides entirely. Y/N made sure to slow down so as to not overstimulate him, the orgasm he was going through probably already being too much for him. She just watched as his eyebrows were furrowed, a tiny vein protruding out from his forehead, mouth hanging open as his entire features were illuminated by extreme pleasure and euphoria. Her movements completely stilled after a while, taking a minute or two before pulling out of him entirely, a tiny trail of his cum leaking out and dripping down one of her thighs. Brushing some of his hair out of his face, she kissed his cute button nose.

"How are you feeling?" She studied his features.

Through hooded eyes, he smiled shyly up at her.

"Like I'm in heaven."

She chuckled at his answer, her hand stroking his cheek in a gentle motion, making him melt even further into her touch.

"I wish we could spend more time like this....just cuddled up together like this. Touching each other like this." He confessed, eyes staring deeply into hers.

"Who says we can't?" She arched an eyebrow.

"I mean...... but like.... you don't like me in that way do you?" He braced himself for what he expected to be rejection, but surprisingly Y/N simply kissed his cheek.

"I'm actually growing quite fond of you Jongho... I think I would really enjoy spending more time alone like this with you."

Once again his gummy smile overtook his features, making him look even more handsome than what he already was. Jongho felt absolutely happy to hold her in his arms, have her smile at him with that breathtaking smile of hers. Then suddenly he realized something.

"Ummm.... you didn't cum did you?"

He felt so bad when she shook her head, his head slumping back on the pillow as he let out a dissatisfied groan. Y/N however didn't seemed too bothered by it.

"Jongho, it was your first time. I knew you were probably going to cum before me. It's perfectly normal."

Her words didn't give him much assurance.

"Still, I feel bad. Do you want me to do something?" He offered.

"Well actually...."

With a mischievous grin, she spread his legs and ran her hands along his firm and toned thighs, eyeing them as if they were some exotic dessert. Jongho gave her a puzzled look when she straddled one of them, her juices already soaking his bare skin.

"Just stay still and let me introduce you to a little something called thigh riding."

[forestxleo]

As Zach continued to talk (and continued to miss the many hints that Leo was dropping), Leo sighed. He knew he could come across as a bit of an asshole (or maybe not just 'a bit' of one), and it wasn't as though he liked being that way. Sometimes he tried to remind himself to be more patient, and now was one of those times, though it was difficult. Zach was just the wrong kind of energy. Or was he? Maybe I'm the one who's wrong, Leo considered silently, and that more than anything convinced him to at least try not to be such a dick, at least for now. "Thanks," Leo replied glumly, trying not to think about just how good he'd been at piano. "It's...not a part of my life anymore." There was no need for him to explain why that was the case, but something told him that Zach was the kind of guy who would ask. He had that vibe, and as Leo looked at the other man, the truth was that sometimes he was envious of people like his former classmate. At least people probably like him, Leo thought. Zach was the kind of guy people wanted to be around; Leo was the type they avoided.

Leo shifted his gaze to the bartender, and to his dismay, he had moved on to flirting with a cute guy on the other side of the bar. Glancing at Zach, Leo gave him a "you did that" look, but he didn't say anything. It hadn't been a sure thing anyway, and besides, if he were being honest, Zach wasn't exactly bad to look at. There were worse ways to spend an evening. "Alright," he replied when Zach offered to buy him a drink. "But if you spill this one too, I won't be happy." A different bartender approached, and Leo ordered his drink, gesturing to Zach. "He's paying," Leo said. For a moment, Leo sat there with Zach, trying to figure out what to say; he wasn't good at this sort of thing, not anymore. Finally he asked, "So...what have you been up to since high school?" And then the bartender arrived with his drink, half of which Leo downed in one gulp.

"I fuckin' knew it man." Fitz laughed, glad that he had the right guy. He never paid much attention in his classes early on in school, but remembered this guy and always being impressed with how good he was in music class, practically putting the rest of the class to shame, though it was freshman year and it's not like the teachers expected anybody to give a shit about really learning. Except of course the try hards and naturally gifted ones. "Ah that sucks man. Honestly you were awesome." he smirked, a part of him just feeling bad about the spill and wanting to make the guy feel better.

He took another sip of his own drink and shrugged "I ain't got anywhere to be, thought I'd let a few people have a go before I get back on that stage." he joked "Why don't I buy you a drink? I promise I won't spill this one all over you, even a shot maybe? my treat."

[miss-smutty]

The Destructive Secret

Chapter 6

Summary- Has Karma finally caught up to you?

Word count- 2.1K

Pairing- Chris Hems x You x Liam Hems

Warnings- Smut, cheating, swearing

18+only

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 21st July 2021

Taglist:- @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @jjpogueprincess @longlostinanotherworld @mostly-marvel-musings

The Destructive Secret Masterlist <<<

He turns on his side, looking at you, his leg wrapping around yours. Holding you close, afraid to let you go.

"I want to be able to take you out and show you off, instead of hiding away in hotels rooms. I want everyone to know you're mine, not Liam's." 

You struggled to sleep that night, tossing and turning while Chris slept like a baby next to you. You couldn't stop thinking about the many possible outcomes of your secret being out in the open, while you knew it was going to have to happen sooner rather than later, there would be no way you could avoid the utter turmoil that would follow. You couldn't think of one possible outcome that wouldn't cause complete destruction for everyone involved which understandably left you feeling completely anxious.

Your phone buzzing on the bedside table, roused you from the light sleep you'd finally managed to fall into. Tiredness washed over you like a thick lead, your eyes heavy and blurred as you blinked at the screen of the phone and realised you hadn't called Liam like you said you would.

You answered the phone quiety, getting up to go into the bathroom, your usual tactic of running the water while you spoke but this time hiding your voice from Chris not Liam.

"Hi babe." You whispered. Stepping over the piles of clothes scattered across the room, glancing over your shoulder to make sure Chris was still sleeping.

"Why are you whispering?" Fuck.

"Sorry I've just woken up." You said in your normal tone, whincing at how loud your voice sounded in the peaceful room. Cringing even more when Chris woke from his sleep, his eyes opening, sitting up and spotting you across the room. Realisation flashed before his eyes as you put your fingers to your lips, gesturing for him to be quiet, cursing yourself for not making it to the bathroom in time.

"Sorry, you're usually awake at this time. I just phoned to make sure you were ok, you didn't call last night." Liam says.

"I know sorry, I was shattered and fell asleep more or less as soon as I laid down. I didn't sleep well though. How are you?" You turned your back on Chris, not being able to stand the faces he was pulling.

"Aww you never sleep well in hotels do you? I remember that trip to New York, we didn't sleep all night." 

"Yeah I remember although that was for different reasons." You could hear Chris stirring behind you, getting out of bed.

"That's true, we need a trip like that again soon, where we spend the whole weekend in bed." He laughed, you rolled your eyes at the irony, little did he know that's exactly what you were doing at that moment in time. Chris confirming it when he slid up behind you, his naked warmth pressing against you, the heat of his morning glory resting against the swell of your ass. 

"Yes we do, anyway I'm going to have to go I'm going to be late for this conference." You could hardly concentrate as Chris began planting feathery kisses all across your shoulders.

"Ok babe, I'll speak to you after. Love you." Liam says.

"Love you too." Chris pulled a disgusted face at you, his expression contorting his handsome face, before taking your phone from your hand, ending the call and discarding it on to the bed.

"Who do you love?" Chris asked needily, his breath heavy in your ear while he pushed your knees apart so his hand could slip in between, stroking your wetness with the pads of his fingers.

"You." You sigh as his thumb meets your clit, circling slowly. 

"Good girl. Now back to bed, i intend to make the most of our last full day together for a while." He slaps your ass as you move to the bed, squeeling as you fall down on to it.

He falls down next to you, making you squeel again when the bed bounces you up and then his hands are all over you. Gripping and squeezing all your curves while his lips attach to your fever hot skin.

You lift yourself onto him, straddling him, your wetness soaking his thighs.

"Sit on my face." He says excitedly, his face lighting up at the prospect.

You move to hover over his face, while his tongue reaches out to lick smoothly up your folds, flicking against your clit and making you moan with pleasure.

"When I said sit on my face I meant literally clasp your thighs around my head and smother me with that perfect fucking pussy."

You whine at his words, grinding yourself against the roughness of his beard. Leaning forward to hold the headboard as Chris's tongue dips into your opening, swirling around, his nose adding friction to your swollen clit. He groans against you, the vibration sending you to the edge as you lean back, your hands resting on Chris's hips, your thighs clasped tightly around his face. From this position you can see him perfectly, his expression locked with lust as he eats your pussy so good. Your legs shake as the gripping rises through you, tingles throughout your body as you come so hard on his tongue.

A hum of approval from Chris as he laps up your juices, smiling triumphantly while you pant, biting your bottom lip, your legs still trembling. You roll over next to Chris, cramp seizing up your muscles due to the intensity of your orgasm.

"Fuck Chris, you're too good at that." You pant, laying on your back in the middle of the bed, Chris lying beside you his hand gently tickling your arm.

"Fucking too right, I'd eat your pussy every day if I could." 

"Well if that isn't a reason to tell Liam, I don't know what is." You laugh, turning to face Chris. Hunger still flaring in his eyes.

"You're so fucking beautiful." He says while squeezing your thigh. "Shower? I've got unfinished business to attend to." Tipping his head towards his straining erection.

You'd barely made it to the shower before he's already bending you over, muttering in your ear about how hot you are. One hand cupping the nape of your neck, the other gripping onto your hips as he shoves his dick deep inside your tight walls.

Your hands slipping down the wall of the slick shower, trying to find something to cling on to while he relentlessly pounds into you from behind. His thighs slapping against your ass, the sound of skin connecting echoing around the tiled room.

Watching his cock dipping in and out of your greedy cunt, mesmerizes him, his thumbs digging into your cheeks as he pulls them apart for a better view.

He groans when you tighten around him, your muscles gripping against him as the sensations travel through your body like fire. Your head dizzy, full of only pleasure as you gush around him. His hand smooths up your back, tangling around your hair as his thrusts get sloppy, smashing against you with a grunt. Satisfaction washing over you both as he finishes with one last thrust.

"You're a machine. Fuck.". You pant, resting against the cold tiles.

"I aim to please." He stands under the water, washing himself. You're hypnotised watching the water drip down his body, drops resting on the ridges of his toned stomach.

He looks down at you, his hands smoothing through his wet hair, his mouth slightly open as the water runs off of his face. Proud of the way your legs are still like jelly, that just fucked look still painting your face.

"Shall I order room service? I've definitely worked up a appetite after that." 

"I'm gunna wash my hair and then I'll join you. Order some pancakes." You slapped Chris on his taunt ass as he stepped out the shower, winking at him as he turned around with a faked shocked face before leaning in to kiss you.

"Anything for you."

You took your time washing your hair, enjoying the bliss of silent thoughts. Finally lost in the moment and enjoying your time with Chris without having to think about all the other things. This is how it should be all the time, easy, nothing to worry about, this is how you wish it would be.

You wrapped a towel around you, the steam in the room making you lightheaded. Holding on to the sink to steady yourself, you caught your reflection in the mirror. You studied your face, noticing how the stress had started to age you, little lines by your eyes that weren't there before. 

The thought played in your mind as you left the bedroom, freezing in shock when you realised you weren't alone.

Talk about bad timing, you'd walked out of the bathroom at the same time room service was delivered. The tall, dark hotel worker still stood in the doorway as Chris closed the door behind him. You saw his eyes light up when he saw you, recognition flash through his eyes when he saw your shocked expression. He knew exactly who you were and exactly what you were doing here, half naked in Chris's room. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Chris, what the fuck? You could've warned me not to come out." 

"I shouted through to you, did you not hear? Relax, he won't say anything. It's company policy." 

"Fuck. Do you think he cares about fucking company policy with the measly rate of pay he gets?" You start to panic, of all the things to go wrong this was probably the worst. You couldn't help thinking it was karma getting its own back, finally catching up to you.

"We'll be fine, he probably didn't even recognise you." Chris was calm, nonchalant as usual.

"He definitely did, didn't you see the look on his face?" You saw the look in his eye and knew what it meant.

"You're paranoid. Relax, we're fine." He pulls you into his arms, his hands travelling up your towel. "Do we need this?" He pulls away your towel with a frown.

"Chris how are you so calm?" You stand up, pacing the floor in front of him.

"Damn, you look sexy as fuck when you're angry." He sits back on the bed, admiring you as you glare at him then holding his hands up in defeat. "Ok, ok but would it be so bad if we were found out?" 

"Yes. Yeah it fucking would. I don't want Liam finding out like that and why would you?" 

"I'm at the point where I don't care how he finds out as long as he does, I just want this everyday. You. I can't stand giving you up again after this weekend and having to wait weeks to have you back." 

"Yeah I know but not like this Chris. You need to go track him down and give him some money or something. Please." You plead, tears prickling your eyes.

"Fine, told you I'd do anything for you and I meant it but can we eat first?" He raised his eyebrow, patting the bed next to him.

***************

"Hi it's Mr Hemsworth in the penthouse suite, is it possible for you to send the guy who just delivered our... I mean, my room service, back up to my room please." Chris said, on the phone to front desk.

"Of course, is everything ok with your food Sir?"

"Yes fine, I just forgot to tip him." He rolled his eyes at you.

"No problem, I'll send him up for you now Sir." She laughed.

"She's sending him up." Chris said to you, putting down the phone and sighing.

"Shall I hide?" You ask, unsure what to do in this situation.

"Well yeah, he might not've seen you in the first place." 

"He did." You say over your shoulder, already making your way to the bathroom.

You stand by the door, it open a little so you can hear them talking. Your heart beating fast as you waited patiently, leaning against the wall with your ear to the crack in the door when you hear a knock and Chris's heavy footsteps going to answer it.

"Hi, I forgot to tip you earlier. Let me just get it for you, come in." Chris says.

"Oh it's fine Sir, you don't have to tip me." 

You peeked your eyes through the crack in the door, spying the guy stood awkwardly by the door while Chris went through his wallet.

"I hope you will respect my privacy and I can rely on your discretion?" Chris said while handing the guy a huge wad of cash, looking like he was making some kind of dodgy deal.

"I'm not sure what you mean Sir but thank you." 

"I think you do." Chris glared at him, his face expressionless making the guy uncomfortable, looking at his feet.

The guy turned to leave before looking back over his shoulder at the door, his hand on the door handle.

"If it makes any difference I would choose you over your brother any day." He winked as he left the room.

[hoedorokishoto]

Trust - Part 3

Shoto Todoroki x Reader 

+ Minors DNI 

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"So what, they were just arguing outside the dorm?" Toshi asked, stretched out on the couch in my workshop, manspreading as he rubbed the back of his neck. One of his long legs not quite fitting on the small red couch, hanging over edge.

"Yeah...I mean, I don't think it was too serious but there was definitely yelling." I stated, flicking my protective goggles down over my eyes and welding new panels on some of Bakugo's equipment, keeping the lines clean and crisp. Not wanting to feel or hear the wrath of Katsuki Bakugo if something was out of place.

"And you were in the bushes?" He asked, quirking his eyebrow, laughing at me as he laid down further on the couch.

"Not in a creepy way! In a what the fuck, dodge and evade kinda way." I said, my voice becoming higher as I defended myself. I had to admit, the situation last night would have sounded suspicious if I had told anyone else. A half-black 18-year-old, hiding in the bushes listening to a conversation between two rich popular people in the middle of the night. Yeah very sus indeed. But I knew that my story was safe with Hitoshi, hoping that he might even have some insider 3A knowledge.

"Well, nothing too exciting happened after they left. Yaomomo walked in head held high, made some tea and went to bed." He said, yawning and placing his arm over his eyes. He didn't mention Todoroki. Did he not go back inside? Where did he find himself last night? I didn't dwell any longer in the bushes to find out, almost regretting that decision now.

"So no gossip? I'm disappointed." I said shrugging, faking disappointment. He laughed behind me, his arm still shielding his eyes as he shifted and got comfortable, preparing to nap as I worked into the late afternoon no doubt. Mr Aizawa having to cancel their private training for 'Pro Hero Reasons'.

I never cared much for the drama of UA students, hero course or otherwise, but recently a two-toned boy had piqued my interest. The situation last night not helping me want to mind my own business. Usually everyone was too busy or too tired for drama, a fact that I had come to love since being at UA. Gone were the days of schoolyard bullying and the gossip about who was hooking up with who.

"What's going on in that brilliant brain of yours?" Hitoshi asked, his arm still over his eyes, not once had he even looked up.

"I can feel the neurons firing in your brain from here." He said before I could answer. It was times likes these that I hated he knew me so well.

What was going on in my brain? It felt like for the first time in 18 years I didn't know exactly what I wanted or how I would go about getting it. Shoto Todoroki's name had really thrown a spanner in the works from the moment it was listed next to mine.

"He is quite interesting... that's all I'll say about it." I said in Hitoshi's direction, looking back down, welding the remaining panels together.

"What? You have a thing for Todoroki now? Well get in line behind the rest of the school." He said laughing.

"I don't have a thing! I just find him interesting. Is that a crime?"

I put my equipment away and stood back admiring the finished product, hand on my hip and once again covered in grease. The thick black layer of grime almost a permanent feature of my skin since 1st year. Most of my clothes stained and musty. Smelling like the workshop and a truck had a baby.

"Speaking of interesting... Shishida said he knew you were there last night. I saw him talking to Kaibara about it this morning before class, looking all flustered." Toshi said, finally getting up and coming to stand beside me with one hand in his pocket and the other atop my head.

"I forget that his quirk lets him hear and smell everything. It's a little unsettling." I stated, a shiver going up my spine. I did forget about Shishida and his beast quirk, how he probably heard the whole thing and everything that was said and done last night in Sen's dorm room. Since mine and Hitoshi's most recent conversation about Sen, I have been feeling worse. Wishing that I could like him more or at least have the decency to cut him off. As much as I hated the thought of a relationship the thought of being alone forever with no one sounded even worse, as selfish as it sounded. I was using Sen to feel something, something that I knew would never grow and we would never be more than this.

"Am I a terrible person?" I asked, out of the blue. Shocking even Hitoshi as his eyes went wide.

"Of course not, why would you ask that?"

"I can feel it, I feel how much he likes me and wants me to stay but I just can't. I worry that I won't ever like anyone like that." I said sadly, dropping my head and removing the helmet, rubbing my cheek with the back of my hand.

"Hey! Boys and girls may come and go but you and me are forever. Don't ever forget that. I've seen your heart and I know how big it is and I know exactly who you are." He said, putting his long finger under my chin and lifting my head, a small smile on his handsome face.

"I don't know what will happen in the future. But regardless I'll always be on your side."

                                                              *

The next few days continued on like any other, morning classes then UA class followed by after school and extra curricular activities. The last bell of the day rang out, dismissing students and teachers who were eager to get back to the dorms to start enjoying their one day weekend. Sunday being the only day off for all students.

"So... What are you wearing? I'm thinking that red dress where your boobs look absolutely amazing." Mei said as she linked our arms as we left out respective workshops and matched step as we left the main UA building.

"Hmm maybe, I mean they are one of my best assets." I agreed, replying to Hitoshi's text message about what time we should head over.

"I'm excited. Iida has been freaking out all week trying to mentally prepare for tonight, I can already picture him running around offering people water or something lame like that." She giggled, her face lighting up as she talked about Iida.

Mei and Tenya weren't official but to all of us they might as well have been. They even spent last Christmas together, sharing their first kiss in the snow. I think Iida was hesitant after what happened to his brother, not wanting anything terrible to happen to the people he loved most because of his career path. A noble man through and through.

Ding.

Sen- Hey, are you coming to the party tonight?

I hadn't seen Sen since the last time we had sex and I left without an explanation, saying that I would text him. Which I had not done.

I had been thinking about everything recently, liking Sen enough to not want to hurt him but not liking him enough to want to be his girlfriend. We were both already in too deep, whatever I said now even if it was letting him down easy was going to be harsh. That's what happens when you are a selfish piece of shit who just wants to get dicked down. I sighed heavily and looked down, rubbing my temples. Over having to think about this whole situation, and just wanting to crawl into bed and never come out.

"Whoa whoa whoa, what is this? I don't like it." Mei said, waving her hand up and down, gesturing to my whole body.

"Why aren't you excited! We always get excited for parties." She stated, linking our arms once more and walking us down the halls.

"I'm excited. Who said I wasn't excited."

"Oh just your face, your body language and your whole aura."

She was probably right, the introvert in me wanted nothing more than to stay home and avoid any and all confrontation about the situation that I had caused. I didn't answer her as we continued to walk, making our way to the huge doors and pushing them open. Coming face to face with Sen, Shishida and Tetsu Tetsu. All of them turning and looking directly at us as we walked out.

"Hey guys! Wanna walk together?" Tetsu asked, his usual cheerful self on full display. His sunshine personality and aloofness clearly missing the weird tension between me and Sen.

"Um..." Sen started, blushing slightly and looking in my direction, his eyes looking sad as they took me in.

"We would love to! 3 future pro heroes as our personal chaperons? How did we get so lucky?" Mei answers, her voice getting higher as she looked between me and Sen, picking up whatever energy we were giving off.

We went the long way, the plan was to drop us off at our dorm then the 3 boys continue onto theirs. The conversation flowed naturally as we all talked about the party tonight and offers which we had gotten for work studies and internships.

"Hatsume I really loved the gear you made me! You guys are so cool, I wish I was half as smart as you. Mr Vlad might actually pass me then." Testu Testsu confessed, smiling and showing off his sharp teeth to us. The rest of the group continued to make small talk as we walked, me and Sen lagging behind the group, not walking together but close enough that I could hear his breathing. Fast and almost panicked, cleary working himself up.

"Y/N. Can I talk to you for a sec?" Sen asked quietly behind me so only I could hear. I stilled, scared that if I turned around, my heart and head would be even more confused. As if that was possible.

"You guys can go on without us." I said to the others, smiling at them as they waved us off.

"I'm s."

"I just."

We both said at the same time, both of us stepping forward towards each other. A blush making it's way up Sen's cheeks. He was incredibly cute. The type of cute that if you bought him home your parents would approve. The type of cute that was safe.

"You know that I like you, I don't try to hide it Y/N" He stated confidently, his darks eyes staring into mine.

"I love being with you, not just physically. I want to be someone you can rely on. Be there for you whenever you need. Why won't you give me a chance?" He said louder this time. My heart hammering in my chest. Not at his sudden confess but because I was scared of my answer, scared of being labeled the bad guy and rightfully so.

"Please, come with me to the party as my date and just give me a chance. There has to be something there or else we wouldn't have made it this far."

That's where he was wrong. People could sleep with people and not want to date them. People could promise each other the world and leave them the very next day. I knew that I could have sex with Sen a million times and even then, it would only be sex. He would only ever be cute, and if things ever went any further he would only break my heart or me his.

Despite this, as I looked at his eyes and his tall frame looming over me I answered with the complete contradiction.

"Yes, meet me outside my dorm at 7?"  

[etaerealjin]

cheater || k.th

genre: angst

paring: taehyung x reader

background: sex, cheating, divorce, husband, pregnancy, cheater!taehyung.

word count: 1.7k

You knew everything. You've seen clues, changes, remnants, and evidences of your husband cheating on you. Every lipstick stain, every hickey. Those times that he would tell you that he has work, on a holiday. Those times that he would lie to you about going out with his friends, but when you ask one of them about it, they seem clueless.

You knew everything, it's just that you kept a blind eye on it for one particular reason. It has been going on for four months but you chose to be quiet just so he would stay. You still chose to sleep beside him every night knowing that he's stressed over work. You still chose to cook him dinner every time he comes home. You still chose to wake up with him every morning, after a night of crying over his cheating ass, with your puffy face and your bloodshot eyes – all that just so he would stay.

You endured every word he threw at you everytime you'd cause a little argument that would eventually grow into a huge one because of his mood swings and attitude that wasn't even there when you first met him. "What did she do to you?"

You would often ask yourself that. Realizing that the person you fell inlove with, the guy you would spend sleepless nights with over the phone talking about the future you both wanted, the man who you sneaked out with every midnight, the man who would cut classes with you, the person who once promised you that he would never change, eventually changed.

Ever since then, you knew that every relationship ends with that. Even yours. But when you started noticing the slightest changes in Taehyung, it still hit you like a firework in the night sky. You spent sleepless nights clutching onto your breaking heart until you decided to do something.

"Work?" You asked, stirring the coffee you made for him before he goes. He nodded, sitting on the counter top behind you. He made you turn around and face him gently, putting his hands on your waist but you kept a straight face. You raised your eyebrows innocently, noticing a spot in his neck once again.

"You know I love you, right?"

You chuckled with a hint of sarcasm. "Why? Are you breaking up with me?"

"N-No, I'm not. Why would you ask that?"

You shrugged and handed him his coffee. You sat across him and watched him drink his coffee silently. "Oh, I forgot to mention. I didn't come home the other day, right?" You started. "And you also didn't?"

He nodded. "I left the bed neat, I also left the sink empty, and I know the bathroom was clean before I went out. I came back before you but the house wasn't the same before I left–"

Your sentences were cut off when his phone rang, he swiftly hid it under the table, probably nervous that you'll see the caller's name. "You have to go?" You noticed how his breath hitched before he nodded but you let it pass. You went over to him and fixed his necktie, placing a long kiss on his lips and smiling at him before he stood up to get his bag.

You rolled your eyes. The ring saved him. You weren't planning to confront him about it anyways, you were just trying to see how he'd lie about it. You knew he brought his bitch over to your shared house and fucked her there, on your shared bed.

Once you heard his car go, you then grabbed your purse and wore your jacket, knowing that your uber would be in front of your house by now. You rode the car and told the driver to follow Taehyung's car. You tried dialling your bestfriend, Kim's number, to tell her that you're finally going to catch your cheating husband but to no extent, she didn't pick up. No, scratch that, she dropped the call.

After a whole fifteen minute drive, you got out and followed Taehyung without him knowing that you were five persons behind him. You watched him stop at a coffee shop, then a long-haired girl came over him, hugging his torso. You smirked, knowing your speculations were right but it didn't hurt you. You didn't even cry, you were so over that already.

That smirk didn't last, though. It was soon replaced by a blank face. You didn't know how to react, especially when you finally saw the girl's face clearly. She wasn't just any girl.

You were a seat away from them, but they didn't know you were there because they were busy with their own shit. You stood there, dumbfounded, and the only word that escaped your mouth was–

"Fuck."

You didn't even realize that you said it harshly and rather loud enough for them to hear, until Taehyung turned around. His boxy smile vanished upon seeing you. Just like you, he was dumbfounded. Thinking that you won't follow him. He underestimated you and thought that you wouldn't catch him slipping.

Your gaze went back and forth from him to his bitch, who just happened to be your bestfriend, in disbelief. You let out a sarcastic chuckle, taking a deep breath, not wanting to make a scene. You smiled at Kim, that's when you knew that your ten year friendship with her was fucking over. You yanked Taehyung's car keys away from his hands, then took his right hand with yours in a harsh way, leaving Kim alone, shocked at what just happened.

"Y/n, stop. I will explain."

"Not here." You said and entered the driver's seat. You saw him from the mirror, shutting his eyes off but he still opened the door and sat on the shotgun seat. He looked like a puppy who just got scolded. You saw how his eyes were pooling with tears, and you saw how his lips trembled. He really didn't wanna get caught, he didn't wanna lose you – at least not this way.

You threw your bag, along with your keys, on the table which made a loud noise. "Stop– What the fuck, Y/n? What was that for?" He shouted, his right hand on his right red cheek.

"You really think I wouldn't fucking catch you, Taehyung?" You shouted. "How long has this been going on?"

"Y/n–"

"You think I didn't notice your hickeys? You think I didn't fucking know that you brought your bitch here and fucked her on our bed? You think I didn't know that whenever you tell me that you were off to Namjoon's house, you were actually off to Kim's apartment? Fuck you and your cheating ass, Taehyung!"

"Stop–"

"No, I'm not gonna fucking stop! I've been putting up with your shit for four months! Why? Because I loved you, even though you weren't the same person anymore!"

"No–"

"Why? What did she feed you? What did she do to fucking change you? Was she good enough? Even better than me in bed, that's why you chose to cheat on me with her?" You shouted. Your eyes were pooling with tears now, but you weren't hurting. You were mad. So fucking mad.

"Y/n, our marriage has been going downhill!"

"So the only way to fix it was to cheat?"

You looked at him in disbelief after a few and gave him a harsh slap again.

"Fine, hurt me! Hurt me all you want!" He shouted back and grabbed both of your hands, purposely hitting himself on the chest with those.

You brought your hands back and raced up the stairs to get your things. Realization hit you that you have nowhere to stay. If Kim didn't lie to you then you would've gone to her place but – it's all ruined. Now, you have three problems. Your cheating husband and your liar bestfriend.

As you threw some clothes to your bag, your tears started bursting out once again. Pain hit you that you had nowhere to stay but you couldn't stay with him either, especially at a time like this. It would probably take months for a divorce but you still had no plans. You didn't think this through.

"Y-Y/n, I know I have no excuses for what I've done and I'm making your life a living hell for what I did. Sorry wouldn't fix anything either. But please, don't leave me just yet–"

"Why?" You faced him.

"Lets sort this out, please. Stay with me. Stay with me here for just the mean time. I can't have you leave like this so suddenly, please. Believe me when I say I love you, I still do–"

"Did you love me while you were with her?" You asked, almost unable to talk through your tears and to look at his eyes, but you still did. His bloodshot eyes and his messy hair almost made you wanna hug him and crawl back to him once again, but you contained it.

You wanted to, though. You really did.

His breath hitched. He lowered his head. Finally admitting to himself that he was a dick after all.

"I've been a good wife, Tae. I wasn't perfect but I tried my best to be. If staying with you through those four months knowing you were cheating on me face to face doesn't prove that then I don't know anymore." You said in a calmer and softer tone.

"We both need this." You said, making a decision. You zipped your bag up, having all the things you needed for a day, maybe two days, who knows?

"No, no, please, Y/n!"

You shut your eyes firmly, letting your tears fall down once again. "I'm leaving this with you for the mean time. God knows when I'll be back, because I don't know either. Heck, I don't even know where to stay but I need to be away from you, Taehyung. I can't be trusted around you."

You brought his hand to yours and placed two things there then closed it once again. You looked him in the eyes with an unsure smile, then left.

After months, you left and made a temporary decision for yourself.

For yourself, at least for once you made a decision not for him but for yourself.

He watched you leave the door, broken and all alone now. He opened the hand you held only to have his heart more broken than it already is and his mind a mess.

Your ring and a positive pregnancy test.

inspired by: “first burn – hamilton: the musical”

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Sorry is a Sorry Word

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Plot: Steve fucked up - bad. He doesn’t really know how, or if, he should say sorry, until Dustin gives him a pep talk.

W/C: 3.1k

A/N: Just now realising how long this is oops, sorry. My first Stranger Things fic! Finally. (watch this flop so hard lmao) Remember to like and reblog if you enjoy! It really helps me out. As always, requests are open and any and all feedback is appreciated <3

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"Dustin, Please, just leave me alone." She lay back on her bed, tears streaming down her face and hair amiss from where she'd run her fingers through it. "I'm fine, I just...give me some time."

"But, we tell eachother everything." Her little brother sounded so small and defeated that it almost broke her heart in two. She could hear him leaning his back against the door, the back of his head thumping dully against the wood a second later. "I feel like we're drifting apart. You don't talk to me anymore."

"Dustin-"

"No, it's okay. Don't worry." Dustin cleared the remnants of his upset from his throat, "We can talk later. I get that you need time."

And with that, he'd left. She could hear his muffled footsteps on the carpeted floor of the hallway, walking away from her bedroom and back to his own. She knew that she wanted to talk to him and vent about all of the happenings of the day, but she couldn't bring herself to let her walls down in front of anyone about her current situation just yet.

It was Steve. And it was bad.

They'd been together for a year and ten months. He'd been there for her through thick and thin. Whenever their mom went MIA, something that happened more often than not, during the days and weeks and months that Y/N was left to take care of her thirteen year old brother on her own with no notice whatsoever, Steve was there. And he'd take Dustin out to the cinema, give him free ice cream, play Dungeons and Dragons with him and his friends - even though Steve had no idea how to play Dungeons and Dragons. He'd sleep over, make her feel like she wasn't alone. It filled her with pride to see him taking Dustin under his wing, more like a dad than even an older brother.

When they lost Hopper, who'd become more of a parental figure than she and Dustin's mom was to her, he was standing by her side at the funeral, hand grasping her own smaller one with force and squeezing it every so often, just to remind her that he was there. He was there after the funeral, too, when they went to the cabin and went through Hopper's things. He was there when she found the birthday present that Hopper had bought for her, a necklace with, 'you're pretty cool, kid', engraved on it. Hopper's way of saying that he loved her. It came with a letter, one that she cried so hard while reading that she couldn't see the words on the page.

The point was, that Steve had been there through everything. And now that they'd had a huge argument over - of all things - Nancy Wheeler, she was unsure of whether or not she'd have Steve to lean on anymore.

It wasn't so much a stupid argument as it was a stupid mistake on Steve's end. He even admitted to himself that what he'd done was more than a dick move. Tina was having a party, a big one, for old time's sake. Y/N wasn't invited, having been socially considered as 'uncool' while in High School, while Steve was invited. He said that it wasn't a big deal, it didn't matter, he wouldn't go.

Except that it was a big deal, it did matter, and, well, he did go.

He'd gotten really drunk, so drunk, in fact, that he had no recollection of the night at all and managed to stumble to Y/N's front door at five in the morning.

He'd told her that he went to the party, that he was sorry. She'd been mad, but she was so tired that she said she'd deal with it in the morning and told Steve to sleep it off on the sofa. Before going to sleep, however, Steve had told Y/N that he 'thought he might've kissed Nancy' that night.

They'd argued about it the next day. She'd dropped him off at home, neither of them speaking at all in the car, and they'd screamed at eachother in Steve's living room. Little did either of them know, Steve hadn't actually kissed Nancy, he was just so drunk that he made himself believe that he had. And then, Y/N told Steve that they were done, and he'd said 'fine', and she'd left and cried in her car for an hour.

And now, she was here. Crying on her bed, little brother probably thinking that one of her friends had died or something.

She hated herself for blowing up and flying off the handle and literally breaking up with Steve. Steve, on the other hand, hated himself for even going to the party, hated himself for - possibly - kissing Nancy, hated himself for going to Y/N's front door and waking her up so early in the morning.

In the grand scheme of things, Steve Harrington had been an asshole. And he was all too aware of it.

It had been around half an hour since she got home when Dustin knocked on the door again. This time, she'd managed to calm down enough to allow him to come inside. She looked horrifying, hair messed up, tear stained face, cuddling a pillow and wearing one of Steve's shirts, but Dustin was her brother, he had no right to judge her.

The door swung open slowly, and Dustin was there, grinning and holding two pints of ice cream, spoons, and some movies. "Thought we could put a movie on and eat. And you can tell me about your problems and I promise I'll listen."

"Is the ice cream cookie dough?" Y/N asked, sniffling, and a watery smile crossed her face. Dustin laughed, happy to see his sister perking up at least a little bit, even if it was over ice cream, and turned the carton to reveal to her that it was, in fact, cookie dough.

"Only the best." He tossed one of the cartons and a spoon at her, and turned on the TV set that sat across from her bed. "Besides, I know it's the only one you'll eat when you're sad."

"You know me entirely too well." She hugged her knees to her chest and dug into her ice cream, relishing in the taste of it for a second, "Oh my God, I haven't had this in so long. And the Scoops cookie dough is so bad."

"Right? I know Steve thinks it's the best, but he is so wrong." Little did Dustin know, one mention of his name would make Y/N's meltdown begin all over again. Soon enough, she was crying hot tears into her ice cream, and she allowed Dustin to lay his head on her shoulder while she explained everything.

"Okay, I have to go somewhere." Dustin knew what he had to do, and Y/N's eyebrows furrowed as he got swiftly up from her bed. "I'll be like, maybe half an hour. But you can eat my ice cream if it starts to melt."

"Dustin! Don't leave me!"

"Watch the movie!"

And then he was gone, and she was by herself, with only some ice cream and E.T. to keep her company.

Meanwhile, Dustin had found Steve at work. He was insanely hungover - although, the headache and sickness had gone away thanks to Robin and her Tylenol, but the tiredness still remained - and reminded Dustin faintly of a particular zombie in Day of the Dead when he walked into Family Video to find him leaning on the counter. The grim look on his face wasn't so much because of the hangover, though, it was more to do with the fact that he and his girlfriend of nearly two years had broken up half an hour ago, and he'd been forced to go to work.

"If you're here to talk to Steve, I wouldn't. He nearly punched me when I asked him if he wanted Tylenol. And I'm a girl." Robin stopped Dustin at the front door, a serious look on her face, but he shrugged her off.

"It's fine. He won't do anything. Besides, I know what this whole thing's about. That's why I'm here." He tried to walk off again, but Robin grabbed his upper arm, tugging him back and making him elaborate.

"Is it Y/N? I think there was a fight between them or something. He’s never looked this rough.” Robin looked concerned, and she was. She’d never seen Steve so upset before. “He was crying when he came in.” She added.

Dustin shrugged, “Yeah, I’m gonna talk to him. He’ll be fine tomorrow.” He decided not to give Robin any more information on the situation in case Y/N or Steve would've gotten mad at him for it.

"Henderson, hey." Steve said quietly when he noticed that Dustin had entered the store. He looked like he'd been crying, and Robin was definitely right when she said he’d never looked rougher. "If you're here to hang out-"

"I'm not here to hang out, Steve. We have to talk." Dustin crossed his arms sternly over his chest, raising his eyebrows and nodding his head in the direction of the store room. Steve grumbled and complied, unlocking the door and ushering Dustin inside.

"You have to apologise."

"Apologise? Apologise for - what exactly are we talking about?" Steve rubbed a hand exhaustedly over his face, leaning against a sealed box of movies that he was supposed to have put away by now.

"You know what for, Steve. Y/N. You hurt her. Like, really badly. I don't think I've ever seen her so upset." Steve already wanted Dustin to stop, but he continued, really wanting him to get the message of just how hurt his sister was. "She cried in her room for half an hour before she even let me talk to her, and now she's at home by herself, probably crying some more because you went to a stupid party. I mean, seriously man, couldn't you just have stayed home? What was so important about it?"

Steve threw his head back and hid his face with his hands, wanting the floor to open up and swallow him whole. He knew that he'd been a dick, he knew that he'd hurt her, but, Jesus, knowing the details made his heart flip in his chest and his stomach hurt. He hated seeing Y/N upset at the best of times, nevermind when it was his fault.

"Yeah. Yeah, I should've just left it. Jeez, Dustin, I'm such an asshole."

"Yes. An asshole, you are. And what was that other shit? About you kissing Nancy?"

"I didn't kiss Nancy, okay? My drunk mind just kinda...made me believe that I did. I called her today just to confirm." Steve swallowed, suddenly having the nausea of his hangover coming back to him.

"Does Y/N know that?" Dustin had his arms crossed, back against the wall, looking unimpressed as Steve shook his head. "Seriously man? Don't you think that the first thing you should've done after finding out that you didn't actually cheat on your girlfriend, was tell your girlfriend that you didn't actually cheat on her?"

"My head's all over the place, Henderson. Cut me some slack, okay?"

"You have to come say sorry, you know that, right?"

"I will. I will, I promise. I finish in an hour, why don't you go home, I'll buy some flowers, take a shower and get changed, and I'll come chap on your door like none of this even happened." Steve had suddenly perked up, gesturing with his arms and almost getting excited to initiate his plan.

"Yeah. Sure. But it better be good, Harrington. You better make her happy."

Steve didn't even have time to respond before Dustin was running off, getting on his bike, and cycling back home to his sister. He promised himself internally that he'd do all it took to make her happy.

Y/N had finished her ice cream and Dustin's had started to melt by the time he got home. She hadn't cried any more, had been too focussed on the movie, and Dustin was relieved to see her laughing at something on the screen when he entered her bedroom.

"Hey." She smiled. "Your ice cream's melting, you'd better eat it."

Dustin smiled and bellyflopped onto her bed, sending her into a fit of laughter. They both laughed so hard, in fact, that they barely heard the doorbell ring, and Dustin almost got up to go and get it.

He stopped himself though, not wanting Steve to call him an idiot or something along those lines. "You should go. I have to eat my ice cream before it melts." He said sheepishly, sitting back down from where he'd jumped up. Y/N rolled her eyes and threw the pillow that she was holding at Dustin's face.

"Alright, make your sad sister get the door because you have to eat ice cream." She stood up even as she spoke, knowing that Dustin wasn't going to budge. "Nice one, asshole."

Y/N had left her bedroom before Dustin could retaliate, bounding down the stairs and realising that, if anyone saw her the way that she looked now, they'd probably never respect her again. The doorbell went again, and she sighed quietly at the lack of patience from whoever was on the other side.

She - stupidly - didn't even bother to look out of the window that stood next to the door to check who it was before opening it, and nearly closed it again when she realised who was standing there.

"Hey, woah, don't close the door yet!" It was Steve, his eyes widened from the possibility that he'd come all the way to her house so that she could slam the door in his face, holding white lilies and a box of chocolates, which was - in Y/N's opinion - the cheesiest apology ever. "Just...listen? For like, a minute."

She slowly let her hand slide off of the door knob, watching as Steve relaxed a significant amount even from seeing her do that. "A minute." She crossed her arms over her chest, chewing her cheek. "You have a minute."

"Okay, uh, yeah, okay." Steve began his rambling. "Listen, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I know I shouldn't have gone to that party, I know I shouldn't have gotten so drunk that I managed to convince myself that I kissed Nancy. Did I already say that I didn't actually kiss Nancy? I called her, and she said we didn't even speak. Bottom line is, I'm an asshole. I know that, and I hate myself for hurting you. Dustin told me how upset you were and I...I couldn't even comprehend the fact that I did that."

He paused, looking down at his feet and waiting for Y/N to say something. Something that didn't come, she simply stood, looking at and biting her fingernails, trying to figure out whether or not she should give in and forgive him or not, so he stopped waiting and spoke some more.

"I'm sorry. I love you. I love you so much. And I know that I fucked up, and I don't expect you to forgive me-"

"Steve." Y/N stopped him. He looked up at her, expecting that she'd look upset or annoyed, but she was smiling and shaking her head. "Come here."

"Seriously?" He already wished he hadn't said what he did before he'd even finished speaking. Seriously? What kind of thing to say was that? "I mean, you know-"

She was already hugging him before he could finish speaking. She knew that he'd ramble on for hours if he could, but she also knew that she already forgave him and didn't need to listen to his rambling. "It's okay. I forgive you."

"Oh, thank God. I thought I'd lost you, really, I did." He sighed into her hair, realising that he was probably ruining the bouquet of flowers with the way that he was crushing them against her back.

"Well, you were an asshole. You had every right to think you'd lost me." Steve had always loved her subtle sassiness, it was a habit that she often fell into unknowingly, but it made him chuckle.

"Yeah. Yeah, you're right. I was an asshole."

She let go of him, finally, and stood back. He was wearing his light blue jeans, a black t-shirt and belt, with a blue jacket. It was an outfit that she'd seen him in before, quite a few times, but he never failed to look good in it anyway. His hair was slightly amiss, as though he'd gotten ready as quickly as he could - which was true, but she didn't know that for sure - but it still had his Steve 'the hair' Harrington charm.

"So, can I come in, or are you just gonna stand there and mock me?" He grinned and she stood to the side, allowing him to join her in the hallway. He went straight for the kitchen, taking out a vase and filling it up with water, then placing the flowers in it and leaving it on the kitchen counter.

"I didn't say you could-" She was trying to joke with him, but he didn't seem to care much, as he cut her off by dipping his head towards hers and kissing her passionately. He hated to admit it, probably something to do with the small part of his King Steve persona that he still carried around with him, but he'd missed her, and it had only been a few hours.

"Woah, easy tiger." Y/N laughed, pulling away when Steve's hands started to travel downwards. "We haven't even properly spoken yet."

"Yeah. Sorry." Steve said sheepishly. He pushed his hands into the pockets of his jeans and smiled down at the floor. "Do you wanna talk?"

She shrugged. "Not particularly."

"So, really, it's okay for me to do this," He closed the gap between them again, beaming at her while he searched her face for any sign of disapproval and admired the little flecks of contrasting colours that danced in her eyes. And then he kissed her again, lips soft against her own, gentle - something that wasn't widely believed, Steve Harrington was actually one of the most gentle people that Y/N had ever met.

"Well, yeah." She grinned, breathless. "But I'm sort of in the middle of watching a movie, wanna join?"

And so they spent the rest of the day, wrapped in the blankets on Y/N's bed and Y/N wrapped in Steve's arms, watching movies that Dustin fished out from the cabinet under the TV that Y/N didn't even know that they had.

She had to say, Steve's apologies were often cheesy and terrible, but this one wasn’t so bad as it was enjoyable.

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Two Weeks

Part 2

Summary - You don't know the value of someone until you lose them. Dean didn't understand the importance of you in his life until he was too late.

Pairing - Dean x Reader(?)

Warnings- Angst, Fluff-ish, Swearing, self doubt, Dean being a dick (sorry)

Word Count - 1.5k

Square filled - Slow Burn ( @spndeanbingo )

A/N - I had thought of leaving “Two Weeks” as a one shot but since y’all had shown the first part so much love, I thought about writing a second part and it turned into a series.

This is also written as an entry for @jensengirl83 ’s 200 follower challenge. My prompt was “I don’t want to fix this again!”

Spn divider by @talesmaniac89💕

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“One more,” you ordered the bartender.

“I think you should take it easy now, hun,” she raised an eyebrow at you.

“I can handle my alcohol,” you slurred.

“It doesn't seem like that. Come on, no more drinks for you. Go home, get some sleep,” she said and passed you a glass of water. You rolled your eyes, gulping down the glass of water and stood up from your seat. You swayed a little, maybe she was right about you being drunk.

The cool air hit you in the face as soon as you managed to stumble out of the bar. You were looking around yourself, unsure of what to do next when you heard a deep rumble and a car pulled up beside you.

You knew it wasn't a creep - you knew exactly who it was. You could recognise that purring of the engine anywhere. You didn't bother to take a look at who was in the car not wanting to see him, not after so long. You were done with him for good.

You heard the door of the car open and slammed shut after a few seconds. You heard footsteps approaching towards you.

“Y/N,” he said in a gruff voice, “I read your letter.”

You turned towards the man you once loved.

“And?” You said in a cold voice. You saw him staring at you with those piercing green eyes.

“Why can't you let me be happy Y/N? You and I - we never had a future. It was only sex for us. I love her- the woman you saw kissing. I want her. She is my future. You can't mess that up for me just because you didn't get what you wanted,” Dean said, his eyes hard.

“Wha-” you felt your throat closing up, you couldn't believe what you were hearing. It all meant nothing to him. You felt your lungs give up. You tried to breathe but it felt like you were drowning. You heard a sound - was that your phone ringing?--

You woke up with a start. You were back in your motel room, your phone ringing on the nightstand. Ignoring your phone, you got out of the bed to get yourself some water. Beads of sweat were still lining your forehead. It was still dark outside. You drank an entire glass of water and came back to the bed.

You gently rubbed your temple, thinking back on the dream. This was a recurring nightmare. What if this was your mind subconsciously hinting at that truth? What if you really messed up everything in Dean's life just because you were pathetic? Maybe he left you because he wanted to get the hell away from you. You were not his girlfriend, then why were you expecting him to drop everything and run back to you? Maybe this was his only chance at a normal life he always wanted. Why did you have to fuck up everything?

Picking up your phone, you saw you had missed a call from Bobby. That old geezer was always worried about you. You decided to pay him a little visit the next day to let him know you were alive.

You sighed loudly. You needed to get on with your life. Four weeks had passed by, Dean didn't bother to contact you. It was not like you had cut him off entirely from your life. You still had the same number because you were hoping that he would realise his mistake and call you up. You waited but he never called. You realised that loving him was a mistake. Dean would never reciprocate those feelings.

You felt anger replacing your sadness. You were done being treated as his second option. You realised he would never put your name on the top of his list, you would never be his priority. You were going to get over him.

You started to pack your bags for the second time and prepared to leave the motel room which had been your home for the last two weeks.

Tomorrow would be a new day for you.

You looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror. Numerous questions were haunting you - why did Dean have to break your heart like that? Was it really all a game for him? Were you really not worth his love?

Your train of thoughts were broken when you heard the main door open loudly. You checked yourself. You didn't have your gun on you and there was an intruder, probably a monster in your room. You looked around yourself searching for anything that could come handy.

When you didn't see anything useful, you tiptoed out of the bathroom. You managed to secure your gun from under your pillow and turned around to point it towards the intruder.

Your breathing hitched at the sight of him. The forest green eyes you once loved locked with yours. You dropped the gun in your hand.

“Y/N,” Dean spoke in a gruff voice, creating goosebumps all over your skin, “I read the letter.”

There was a sense of déjà vu in what was happening. You looked down, bracing yourself for the impending rejection.

“I have the answers,” Dean said, surprising you. You looked up and saw him waving the piece of writing you had left for him. You remained silent which Dean took as a sign to continue.

“Y/N, when I saw you that day hurrying out of the story, wiping your tears on your sleeves, I realised the grave mistake I had committed. During the entire drive back to the motel, I was going over all the ways I could ask you to forgive me but none of them seemed right because I knew you wouldn't forgive me,” you scoffed at his words, “I know you don't believe me but this is the truth. Lisa...she is not you. Y/N, I am ready to fight for us, because you are worth it.”

You hadn't noticed, but during Dean's speech, he had come closer to you. He put a finger under your chin, making you look up to him. Your eyes roamed around his face, taking in his features. He was there standing before you, wearing his best apology but you couldn't forgive him. You were too scared to let him in again. He tilted his head and leaned forward. He pressed his lips onto yours, kissing you gently.

He had expected you to kiss him back but what he didn't expect was you to push him back, your palm connecting with his left cheek. Dean stood there in front of you looking dumbfounded.

“I don't want this - us.” You said.

“Why?” He asked, his voice low. You didn't want to slap him, but you also knew that he deserved that slap because of all the heartbreak he had put you through.

“Don't act like you don't know Dean,” you said, your voice laced with venom.

“Y/N, I-” Dean squeezed his eyes shut. “Y/N, I am sorry for what I did.”

“Don't say that crap. Don't you dare apologise. Two weeks Dean! I waited for you for two long weeks. Holding onto that false promise of yours like my life depended on it. You never once looked back at me when you walked out of that motel room. What would have happened if you hadn't seen me in that store? Tell me, Dean,” you sniffled, wiping away the tears angrily that rolled down your cheek.

“I know what I did is unforgivable but Y/N, I'm here now and we can make this work. Come on sweetheart, we can fix this,” Dean pleaded.

“That's the thing Dean! I don't want to fix this again! I can't let you break my heart again. I am done being your second choice. I-I c-can't-” you broke down in front of the green-eyed hunter. This was the last you wanted to happen. Now he was going to think that you were weak and pathetic.

You felt Dean's arms around you. Even though you despised Dean for what he did to you, he was still your home, your safe place.

“I will never leave you again, sweetheart.” He rasped.

“How can I trust you again, De?” You said, your voice barely a whisper.

“I am ready to fight for us. It will take some time,” he whispered in your ears and cupped your face, "but I will do anything to make you mine again."

You looked up, your eyes meeting his.

"You better not fuck this up, Winchester," you warned.

"I won't sweetheart, I promise," Dean said, planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

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Hyunwoo:

Coming home after a six hour dance practice was a really good feeling, letting himself drop on the couch he moaned from the pain in his shoulder blades and legs. You came home only a few minutes earlier and already been to the shower "Go get a shower too, I'll give you a massage afterwards?" he nodded and looked at you loving. You waited for about 20 minutes until he came out with only a towel around his hips "Come here baby" he pouted at the nickname, knowing you didn't meant it lovingly but you only laughed. He sat in front of you, back turned to you as he slightly moaned at the pain relief he got through your hands "Would you please stop?" his moaning had a direct effect between your legs as you began to feel the wetness becoming more and more. His low chuckle didn't help either "Stop having naughty thoughts, will you?" you pressed into a torn muscle and laughed as he hissed in pain "Stop moaning already or I'll stop!" he nod and you continued until he turned around and kissed your lips passionately. The kiss wasn't long but his lips only left yours for a few second until he placed a possessive kiss on them and wouldn't shy away. You lightly pushed him away "Let's stop here?" you asked but he looked at you confused "You look really exhausted.." you looked worried but he only placed you on his lap "I'm never too exhausted to make you feel good." the smirk on his lips made you blush but he didn't even noticed as his lips were on yours forcefully once again. The hotness in the kiss made you move your hips right over his already lightly hard boner, which made him moan into the kiss you used this as an entrance to make both of your tongues twirl in his mouth. He always thought you on top of him was hot but taking the dominance made it even harder for him not to already take you there. He didn't even noticed that this made his bulge grow until the pre-cum was already tripping and the next pressure would make him cum. You however noticed and pressed your core down exactly were you felt him growing and with a loud moan he came without even you touching him properly. "You can't do that to me!" he said, cheeks kinda red because he normally didn't cum this easily "It's okay honey, we're going to continue this in the bedroom, won't we?" he nod and you only smiled reassuring him that it's alright.

Hoseok:

Coming to workout with him was boring so you tried working out yourself and even though you usually didn't do that a lot but you were kinda good, which made you motivated. Hoseok really liked seeing that and you with tight leggings and only a sport bra mixed with the training you and him did was enough to make him have dirty thoughts. You were doing some good old squats as hands grabbed your hips, you could already feel it was Hoseok "Let's go home and do some more workout there?" you laughed at his words and turned around "Sure but let me do this for some bit more, okay?" he nod and just sat down, starring at your ass as you continued to do squats. The way home was normal but he rushed you more than he usually would because his pants were getting tighter around his dick, mind filled with dirty thoughts. As he put in the pin for the door he made two mistakes but the third one was right so he threw his bag into a corner "Shower?" he asked but you shook your head no. You walked into the kitchen to drink a protein shake and gave him one too "You'll need the energy." you laughed and he pouted while drinking. You then placed your hand over his bulge, smirking at how hard it was and placing needy kisses on his Adams apple and neck, his light moans sounding like a melody to you as you palmed him. It didn't took him long to push you away and place your hand in his "I don't want to finish already." he said serious but your smirk told him that you won't behave "That hard already, bunny?" you asked, letting your hand slide out of his over his chest to his dick where you only put on a little pressure before you felt his pants becoming wet "You will regret that sweetheart" he chuckled.

Hyungwon:

The both of you were currently taking a nap when soft moans woken you up. Besides being woken up it was such a pleasing situation you just stared at him for a few minutes. He was laying on his back, palming himself while his other hand tried to muffle the low moans he made. Seeing him like this was a big turn on for you so you decided to switch his hand with yours and now were massaging his dick. His moans increased when you slide your hand into his pants and lazily stroke his dick "Y/n" he moaned while slowly opening his eyes "Good Morning" you smiled and kissed his lips, soon he looked down, watching your hand and biting his lip. "What was your dream, it seemed" you grinned "Nice" your eyebrows raised he laughed a little. He didn't answer but got your hand out of his pants and lifted you onto his lap while kissing you sloppy. You felt how hard he was and began to move your hips, adding more pleasure for him you began to suck on his neck, knowing exactly where his weak spots are. He tried his best to stop you but feeling so much pleasure he couldn't, his hands roaming over your body as he moaned into your ear. "Y/n if you don't stop I'm going to cum" he moaned stuttering causing you to smirk into the kiss you were now planting on his lips. His words didn't encouraged you but motivated you to press your hips a little lower and even adding a little tongue to the kisses and then, just how he said, he came into his pants creating a wet little spot between his legs. "You're so embarrassing" he said, ears turning slightly red as you giggled a little "I'll make it up then" you whispered and laid your lips on his once again.

Kihyun:

Teasing him was never a good idea so you tended not to do it a lot but somehow you found yourself sucking on a icecream today, kinda feeling needy for punishment. But even when Kihyun told you multiple times even in a demanding manner to stop, you didn't. You probably were fine with not cumming for a month but still not able to walk for a week. He thought you went crazy but his growing boner told everyone that he liked it, his member didn't noticed and he hoped they would never do that "Let's go, y/n." he said as he grabbed your bag "Why?" you asked in a innocent voice "You know exactly why and now go!" he sounded a little aggressive, his members didn't said anything because they didn't want to cause a even bigger fight. He liked that they had no clue but he didn't liked your behaviour, he showed that clearly as soon as you were in the car. He began rubbing your thigh and clit harshly, almost hurting you "Kihyun, don't be mad" you whined and he took his hand of of you and placed it onto the cartwheel "Mad? I'm not mad, I just feel like you shouldn't forget your place babygirl" you nod "I won't!" you smiled cutely "Quit that shit and stop talking." you never knew how much your voice alone was a whole turn on for Kihyun. Kihyun's dick was rock hard as you arrived in your parking lot, he shuffled in his seat as he adjusted it and then placed you onto his lap "I'm so grateful for these tinted glasses" he chuckled and placed a finger onto your lips as you wanted to say something but replacing it with his soon after. The kiss was hot and harsh as he shoved his tongue into your mouth, slowly you began to circle your hips over his tent. Capturing his groans with your open mouthed kisses, you felt how you became wetter with every second, not even realising how worked out Kihyun under you was already. "Stop." he moaned but you didn't, you traveled down with your kisses and occasionally sucked onto his neck "I said stop" it wasn't understandable because of his moans and groans but his tight grip on your hips told you he was close. "It's okay baby, just cum into your pants" you whispered and bit into his ear as you felt his pants becoming a little wet "Fuck" he hissed and bucked his hips up, wanting to finally get some real action "Round two?" he nod before placing you onto the backseat.

Minhyuk:

It's been two months since you saw him in real life but today that should change as you visited him in America, having a plan with the members on how to get into their concert was just one of many things you had to plan. It wasn't easy but no one ever said that so you just accepted that dating him would be an adventure. "Hey, how was your flight?" Hyunwoo hugged you while asking, each member waiting for their turn to hug you "It was alright" you laughed towards all of them and continued hugging the members "He's still getting his makeup ready but they should finish that soon." you nod "In which room is he?" you asked already walking into a direction "Room 203, walk to the end of this hall then turn left and the third door on the right." Kihyun answered this time and you nod while walking away. You got a little confused but still managed to be there on time "Surprise!" you screamed as you entered the room, seeing a makeup artist really close to his face while he was nearly sleeping in his chair "Go." your voice was dominating and she clearly had respect for you so she left. "Hey Babyboy" you whispered into his ear, he finally woke up completely and hugged you before placing you in his lap "I missed you" you smiled "I know, I did the same" you pecked his lips multiple times before slowly moving your mouth downwards to his jaw and neck "Please" he already was a moaning mess as you began sucking. You only had twenty minutes before he needed to be ready for the stage so you continued to suck really hard on his neck, creating dark purplish spots "Baby" he tried to stop you but his hardening dick told you his real feelings about this situation "She's going to cover up, it's her fault anyways" you smiled into his neck as you licked over the freshly made hickeys. He pressed himself into you and began to beg you to touch him "Please" he whined "I need you to touch me" you smirked "But you need to be on stage soon" you giggled into his ear licking and biting it afterwards. He continued to whine as you worked on his neck "If you want it that bad" you laughed and gave him one stroke before giving him a tongue kiss in which he moaned loud, his pants now having a spot in them "I think you'll need more than makeup now" his cheeks now where a bright red. Let's say the makeup artist asked to change the groups and never looked into your eyes again.

Jooheon:

Studio dates normally always went the same way, you bought food with you which you ate as soon as you entered then you cuddled a little before you sat on the couch in his studio, watching him work while being on the phone or just laying there sometimes even sleeping. It took a few hours before he finished but then you always went home and cuddled some more but today was different. After half an hour of just playing some dumb games on your phone he called out your name "Would you mind singing something in?" he asked which confused you a lot "You know I'm not talented? Why would you want that?" you laughed a little "Well, it's a sensual song so it's more of a moan? But you really don't need to do that!" his ears and cheeks now both were pink as you laughed a little more "Of course I'll do that. Any wishes what I should moan?" he gave you a piece of paper with only a few words on. You got into the extra room with soundproof walls and a high quality microphone, he gave you a thumbs up to show that you could now start which you did. It took about ten tries to make it the perfect one and Jooheon was more than turned on by that, which you noticed as soon as you came into his studio again. You smiled at him before taking your seat on the sofa "Y/n, I'm gonna take a break, come here pretty please." you laughed because he whined but came to his seat anyways "What do you want to do?" you asked curios because he normally didn't do longer breaks than five minutes and then he never told you. He rolled back with his chair and placed you onto his lap "I love how you sound, it's my favourite sound" he smirked and laid his lips onto yours with passion, you giggled in between kisses and then pushed him away slightly "You should go back to work" he nod and you walked over to the couch. His headphones played your moans once again and his rock hard dick made his pants tight around his hips which made him groan, he pushed his hips into the chair while he came. You didn't even noticed but you were in for a long night that day.

Changkyun:

It was a party like every other but as people went home your group of friends noticed that you weren't sleepy enough and decided to play truth and dare. After a few rounds you finally were to choose, the alcohol making you brave and risky you chose dare "Kiss the sweetest girl" Darek a friend of yours smirked as he looked over to Changkyun. Darek had a crush on you for years now so he tried his best to tease Changkyun all the time, he knew you never thought about genders that much so he chose to show Changkyun as well. "Miyeon, I hope you will take my kiss" you giggled a little and she nod while coming to you, sitting down in front of you, giving Changkyun a good view as how your tongue slipped into her mouth. Unfortunately for Darek Changkyun had a different reaction that only you would see, his pants got a little tighter with this show and you knew that exactly because he once told you he thinks girl's kissing or people kissing with tongue attractive in general. Also seeing how you must look while giving these kisses to him made him have dirty thought caused by how hot you looked grabbing her neck and jaw while kissing her passionately. "That's what I call a good kiss!" someone laughed which Changkyun couldn't remember "Okay it's getting too late, I have work tomorrow and just waited for my turn. See you guys!" Changkyun just went outside already without too many of them noticing "You look really hot while kissing" he smirked as he pushed you against the car to kiss you harshly "Let's continue this at home, they don't know about us!" you tried your best to be as secretive about your relationship as possible so you wouldn't ruin his career but he sometimes forgot that which causes him to kiss you in public. In the car you couldn't concentrate on your thoughts about papers you needed to hand in but the sensual song mixed with Changkyun's slightly hard penis. You reached over to his middle and slipped into his grey joggers slowly stroking him "Such a naughty girl" he groaned low, eyes still on the empty streets of the night "Can't wait till we home?" you shook your head no and his smirk just grew bigger "My girl is so needy for me" he chuckled and bugged his hips up as you made the strokes more strong and demanding. Before he could say anything he already came while you were now palming him, he didn't even turned red "Look what you made, such a mess. I couldn't even hold myself because of your neediness. Sounds like someone is getting punished today" the both of you smirked knowing that Changkyun himself was way too needy to tease you any longer.

[artificialqueens]

Gimme Love, 9/9 (Miz Cracker/Blair St Clair) - Grinder

AN: Sorry for taking so long to upload! I've had a hard week but everything is fine. Here we are - the end! Wanna know something interesting? There was actually going to be more to this story. Like, we were gonna get more flashbacks from when Brie and Juju went to college. There they would meet Tatianna, who was a badass feminist. And she'd be the one to help Brianna with her glow up. But the story was already going on too long and I couldn't fit any of it in.

Also I was going to go down a completely different route for the story. If any of you have actually seen the music video for Gimme Love by Joji, it ends on a more darker tone. And that's how I was gonna do it with this fic as it was based on it. But I just couldn't do it.

So I hoped you guys enjoyed it. I know I didn't get a lot of reads on it, but I'm glad knowing it was recieved by some. Anyway, on with chapter 9!

Major TW's for this chapter: Alcohol, mental health discussion.

2020

It was the day of the pre-party. It was going to be held at my place. I was prepared for possible drunkenness, embarrassing moments, but celebrations of everything we had accomplished. This was something I had worked my ass towards for so long, and it was finally happening.

I smiled, proud that I had finally punched myself in the face (figuratively, of course). I opened my eyes and saw how easy it was to rekindle with Mom. I was scared about seeing her in a few weeks, knowing we'd have to talk about my issues. But I knew now. If I didn't, I would just continue to get worse and worse.

On top of that, the Ed Sheeran problem was over and done with. His team understood fully, and he was set to perform at the launch.

And finally, I would meet Blair again. And it would be different this time. I wouldn't be the shy, insecure teenager she had always seen me as.

However, despite all these promising signs, my smile dropped. I imagined this morning playing out entirely differently.

Jujubee would be the first person to message me. Fuck, she'd probably even break in just to make sure I was up.

None of that happened. I know one should manage their expectations better. But it still hurt.

After two cups of coffee, some soggy cereal and a shower, I tried calling her. It rang a few times but went straight to voicemail mail.

I didn't bother leaving another message. I didn't wanna freak her out.

I probably wasn't helping my case. She probably thought I was relying on her, that she was life support for me.

But that wasn't the case. I mean, I couldn't just stand up and be like, "OK later, bitch," after practically growing up together. How could I just let go of someone I held so dear to my heart?

My eyes travelled across the kitchen, at first only her disappointment during our argument, how I had never seen her so angry.

On the counter, beside the fridge, there was my memory box.

What would Grandpa say in this situation?

Remember how I would write things he'd say to me? Just little bits and pieces of advice as something I could hold on to? I gave it to Mom to put it away for me. It had to be in the box.

I stood up, the stool making a scraping sound along the ground.

But a knock at the door tore my attention away.

Why did I hope it would be her?

Well, because it wasn't out of the ordinary for her to come and visit in the morning. Maybe this was it. I was forgiven.

I rushed to the door with the slight fear that if I wasn't fast enough, I'd miss her.

I unlocked the door and flung it open, a smile on my face, ready to greet her.

5 people were standing there; the decorators. I tried not to let my smile falter as I let them in.

-_-_-_-

8PM and my place had never looked livelier. For my first time hosting a party, it didn't feel like there was much hosting to do.

It felt like any other party I had been to, a room crowded with people dancing or talking to each other.

The music wasn't too loud, so the disorientation wasn't there.

I held back from drinking with the fear of doing something embarrassing, especially around Blair.

My bathroom was still clean when I went to apply a fresh coat of gloss. Good. Nothing to worry about.

I made my way back downstairs to the party, crossing the barrier at the bottom. The only place off-limits to the guests was upstairs. I'd hate to think there would be some people who'd want private time, especially in my bed. It happened at college once.

After a small party in our dorm, I found a couple midst coitus in my bed. Never again, I had said.

"Brianna!"

My head whipped in the direction of the voice, every bit of hope I had inside building up.

"You look stunning." A raven-haired woman approached.

"Thank you," I said in more of a questionable form. My brain couldn't figure out who this was.

"My name is Raja. I'm a writer for Cosmo," that explained it, "I was wondering if I could ask a few questions for a piece I'm doing. It's on the most influential women of the year."

I wanted to say no in the case I missed the arrival of Blair.

As if she read my thoughts, she spoke again. "It won't even be five minutes."

She was right about that. 15 minutes it lasted. We were locked in my bathroom, the four walls making the place feel cramped.

She asked me questions about how I reached this level, my morning routine, and what I put in my hair to make it so voluptuous. And all the while, I just kept fearing that Blair had arrived. That she had searched around for me and left when she couldn't find me anywhere. I would discreetly glance at my watch, hoping too much time didn't pass. But around 5 minutes in, I didn't care for subtlety. Not that Raja noticed. The questions seemed endless.

When she turned her recorder off, she further complimented my outfit. I thanked her, inching my way to the door. This lasted another 3 minutes.

She said I was a tiny woman with a lot of heart. I held back from saying I was a tiny woman with a lot of baggage.

When I finally escaped, I searched the place for Blair, and when I didn't find her, the panic started.

"Did anyone come in in the last 15 minutes??" I asked the workers hanging by the door.

"Yeah, there were 2 people. And I've never seen them around work. Could be anyone, Brie." They said with worry in their tone.

"OK, was one of them a girl? Blonde hair. Around my age?" I questioned further.

They glanced at each other for clarification, then looked back at me and shook their heads.

"Nope. Just two guys." One said.

"Probably on a pussy hunt at their local party." The other said.

"Or dick hunt."

"Or both."

"Nah, how would they even get in?"

Realising this was not Blair they were talking about, I thanked them and excused myself.

So she wasn't here yet. That's fine. Probably just running late.

I gave in and had one glass of champagne. Just to calm my nerves.

And the last person I wanted to see started to approach.

Ed fucking Sheeran. He raised a glass to celebrate and thanked me for the hotel room we paid for. I said it was no problem. And just as he was about to suggest some pictures for his Instagram, I quickly navigated away.

But I was caught by another person who just so happened to be Joey.

"I am so glad you changed your mind about the whole Ed thing. Like...girl…" he sipped his own drink.

"Yeah, it was easier than I thought." I shrugged. "Kinda feel awkward being in his presence now, though."

"I'll distract him if you want. British guys are kinda cute." Joey smirked.

I tsked, cocking my head at him. "Joey, you didn't like the guy a few weeks ago."

"I never said I didn't like him." He smirked.

"I mean, you can try." I rolled my eyes, a small smile appearing on my own face, "don't expect it to go anywhere."

Joey winked and brushed past me, making his way in Ed's direction.

Setting my glass down in my sink, I made my way to the bathroom just to check my lip gloss. A woman couldn't be too careful.

Once inside, I felt cramped again despite being alone. Maybe it was the underlying feeling of worry from being trapped in the room with Raja.

I told myself to breathe but then questioned why I was even doing such an exercise. Everything was fine. Life was good.

Looking in the mirror, my gloss was fine. But I applied a new coat anyway, just a reassurance.

And upon leaving, I set out in search of Blair again. She had to be here, just somewhere lost amongst this large amount of people.

Maybe she found someone else to talk to. Maybe not.

I moved to the balcony, the cool night air a relief.

But she wasn't there either.

I sighed, wanting a cigarette or something. Anything to calm the rising panic I was feeling inside.

I closed the door and moved further into the night, peering over the balcony and out into New York. The twinkling lights were pretty. I took a picture and sent it to my Mom. And in a few seconds, she started calling me.

"Hey, Mom."

"Hi, baby. I just thought I'd see how things are going." She asks, sounding pretty optimistic.

"I mean... it's OK, I guess. A bit crowded at my place right now." I replied.

"You nervous for tomorrow?" I hear the mischief in her voice.

She believed I'm not nervous, that I was a confident, strong woman. But she was wrong. "Of course I am. I mean, we've gone through all the precautions, so it should be fine. But still…"

"Well, baby, I promise you, everything will work out fine. It's you we're talking about."

I smiled, trying to teach my brain to agree with her.

"I would say I'd have a drink for you, but I'm trying to keep away from it tonight." Even though that was a lie.

"Yeah, you don't wanna go do something embarrassing like flashing anyone or whatever." She laughs.

"Wow. I didn't realise that was something I did." I quipped sarcastically.

"How about Jujubee?" I could still hear her smile.

But mine slowly dropped. Fuck, I had no idea. Immediately I stood back from the balcony. "Ugh...yeah, she's fine. She's good."

I moved to the door and looked past the glass at the large number of people. Fuck, I didn't even know if she was inside.

"Am I gonna get to see a picture of your outfits? You two always look like the stars of a party."

"Yeah," I faked a small laugh. "I'll go find her and get a picture. I'm gonna get back inside, OK?"

"No problem, baby. Love you."

"I love you too." I clicked end call and quickly made my way back inside.

How the fuck had I forgotten about her so quickly? Not like she was in my mind that morning or anything.

Now I had to find 2 people. I rushed inside, looking out for both of them. I checked the kitchen, dining area, lounge, the bathroom. Fuck, I even checked upstairs in the case Jujubee was there.

But there was no sign.

Where the fuck was she? Where was Blair?

It was getting harder to hold down the anxiety. Was Jujubee right about Blair? Was this another instance of my childhood crush getting my hopes up and flaking out?

The next drink tray I saw, my hand went straight for another glass. Two wouldn't hurt.

"Hey, you made it!" I heard from the front of the room, by the door.

I quickly downed the champagne and practically ran for it, too afraid to miss who had arrived.

Just as my hopes were quickly up, they fell just as fast. It was just Alex, Joey hugging him at the door.

"Fuck...Fuck...Fuck…" I whispered to myself.

A third glass of champagne found its way into my hand, and in a matter of seconds, it was down the hatch. I grimaced at the taste now, feeling like I could throw up at any second. Was that all just the anxiety, though?

Another bathroom break, I was fixing my gloss once again, scared to ruin my makeup. My hands were trembling. Fuck.

It wasn't stopping.

Back out in the main room, I tried to scan the crowd, standing on my tiptoes to try and see past everyone. It didn't help much.

Despite the music and rambling chatter happening around me, I heard the front door open, my eyes shot in its direction.

I struggled to move past a small group of coworkers, trying to get a good view of the door.

I didn't even get my hopes up this time. And, of course, it wasn't Blair.

Jujubee was right. Blair wasn't coming. Once again, she had led me on to believe I did mean something to her and that she'd give us a chance.

My hand gripped my scalp, turning away from the door. I growled, "Fuck," which didn't go unnoticed.

There was Nina with a hand on my arm. "Are you OK?"

"Yes." I lied so quickly. "I'm fine. Just... it's a little crowded in here," I fidgeted with my hands, "Is Jujubee here?"

"Yeah, you haven't seen her?" Nina raised a brow, rubbing her hand up and down my bicep.

"No." My eyes looked around briefly. "Where is she??"

"I dunno. She's you're best friend." Nina squinted her eyes. She didn't mean to sound accusatory. I guessed she was more concerned.

"She is." I reaffirmed, even though now I wasn't so sure.

"If it helps, the last place I saw her was the kitchen."

"When?"

"Half an hour ago."

I rolled my eyes and groaned. "She could be anywhere."

"Girl, it's fine. Not like we're in a labyrinth. You'll find her eventually." Nina smiled, rubbing my arm again.

I paid her no more heed and hurried towards the kitchen in the hope I'd find her there. But like the rest of my apartment, it was crowded. I stood on my toes again to try and catch a glimpse of black hair.

But there was no sign. Stressed, a shaking hand reached for another champagne. Usually, my tolerance for alcohol was high, but right now, I was feeling it. I was wavy.

In my now weary state of mind, I decided what was the fucking point? Blair had 100% flaked, as per usual, and Jujubee was obviously avoiding me at all costs.

Nina had followed me, taking my hand. "Follow me."

I didn't fight it. She moved to the staircase, pulled back the barrier and let me pass through.

She ushered me to walk up to the top before moving no further.

Turning towards the crowd beneath us, Nina addressed the people with a raised tone. "Can we have your attention, please?"

The people went quiet, beaming up at us.

Nina talked about how much of a good night it was, all while the alcohol was taking me over.

My eyes scanned the crowd, in the final chance of hope, wanting nothing more than to see Jujubee's glowing smile shining up at me.

But I couldn't. Not because I had double vision. But because she was nowhere.

I squeezed my eyes shut, breathing hard out through my nose.

Nina put her hand on my shoulder. And only then did I realise that I had blacked out, missing everything she said. I blinked a few times, trying to clear the film that had glazed my brown eyes.

"But we all wouldn't be here without our leading lady." She smiled warmly. "Everything she's achieved, it's all brought us to this moment. Let's raise a glass to Miss Brianna Caldwell."

Everyone started cheering, only a few raising a toast, the others clapping. My eyes widened, feeling all those eyes on me.

"Hope you have a speech prepared," Nina whispered in my ear.

And me, being the queen of saying just 3 lines and quickly evacuating the scene, decided no. Fuck it. I had something to say.

When the crowd began to settle down, I began to deliver the messiest speech ever.

"Well, funny you should mention achievements, Nina, because, yeah, I'm standing here before you all, having done the impossible. But what does that matter?" I laughed, shrugging. "Yeah, it does matter a whole fucking deal. I mean, look at you all. You wouldn't be here if it wasn't?" I laughed awkwardly again, but as I continued, my smile began to disappear. "Well, sometimes you just want a certain someone to give a shit. And they make you believe that they do. Just for like 5 minutes. And it feels so so fucking incredible. It feels like...like you matter. You're not just plain old Brianna Caldwell. You mean the world to them…" My tone dropped, "And then...you realise you're the most gullible, unaware, stupid fucking idiot in the world. They don't really give a fuck about you. They don't see all the things that you've achieved in life and think…' Wow...What an incredible person.' They just... don't give a fuck about you."

Everybody looked confused, uneasy even, while others giggled. Glad to know I was serving as the entertainment for the night, and I was in the same room as Ed fucking Sheeran.

Then, as if some higher power looked at me with a shaking head, maybe my grandpa, there was a glimmer of light at the back of the room, a flash of movement. And my eyes were drawn to the source.

My heart stopped

There she was. Finally. Blair St. Clair smiling apologetically at the few people who were looking at her. They smiled back as they should. She was breathtaking.

And her eyes moved to where everyone else was looking.

Right at me.

Such a familiar feeling was falling over me.

Everyone else in the room. Gone. Like they just stepped into another world, leaving the two of us in this reality.

She panted, out a breath, like she had run to my place. Impossible, she looked like an absolute angel in her gold wrap dress.

Nina nudged me. I snapped out of my daze, reminded of the whole crowd of people looking up at me with confused stares.

Fuck...what do I say now? How do I backtrack?

"But...you know what?" I started to speak again. "You realise, you're just overthinking again. 'Cause, that's a very on-brand thing for you. Every little incident of the past has taught you to doubt that good things actually can happen to you." My smile was returning. "Because the people who give a shit are there. Because you've done the impossible. And they couldn't be happier to be part of your story." My eyes were moving through the crowd, "Do what makes the ones around you proud, and what makes you fucking proud. And don't let anyone or anything hold you the fuck back. Because you have a purpose."

Thank fuck for the fact everyone started cheering again. I thought I had fucking bombed that I would see a recording of the same speech the following day all over Twitter, along with comments about how dramatic it was.

But it was fine. I saved it. I smiled at everyone and hugged Nina, suddenly overcome with happiness.

"Fuck you for not telling me you were gonna drag me up here," I whispered in her ear.

"Well, if I had asked you in the first place, you would have said no, honey." Nina grinned.

We pulled apart, and my eyes went back to the front door. I smiled, expecting to see Blair. But she had vanished. Fuck, I hadn't imagined her, right?

I tried to carefully make my way down the stairs without tripping, ready to look for her once again.

And upon reaching the bottom, Joey grabbed my hand and pulled me close, "someone on the balcony requires your attention."

He winked, and the butterflies in my belly went mad.

She was playing games with me. Not a very Blair St Clair thing to do, but the thought excited me.

I hurried to the balcony, ready to feel that cool air on my skin, her warm body pressed against mine.

And just as I was passing through the doors, feeling the cooling breeze, I stopped dead in my tracks.

I froze.

This wasn't what I expected; seeing her standing there, only noticing how radiant she looked in her orange suit dress.

Fuck. It felt so long since I had last seen her.

But it had been only a few days.

"Hi, Juju," I spoke quietly.

"Hey," she inhaled her cigarette, looking out to the city. If she hadn't replied to me, I would have guessed she failed to realise I was even there.

I swallowed, my eyes glancing down to the ground for a moment. The alcohol in my system was telling me to just turn and leave her alone. She didn't wanna see me.

But my brain said, "you idiot, she obviously invited you out here."

So I moved forward, rubbing the backs of my arms nervously.

I stood beside her, not even daring to look her in the eye. I looked at her orange suit, how Mom would have adored it.

"You invited me out here." I leaned my elbows on the ledge, my gaze following hers over the twinkling lights of New York.

"Yeah, I did." She did offer me a cigarette, but still, she never looked at me.

I shook my head, declining her offer, "Why didn't you just come and ask me yourself?"

"I was dying for a cigarette." She breathed out a stream of smoke. "Also, I've already spent most of the night trying to find you."

I couldn't help but breathe out a laugh through my nose. I glanced at her and was glad to see the smirk appear on those lips.

"I've been trying to fucking find you." I continued to laugh, a crack to my tone, however.

She finally looked at me, turning her body to face me. Her brows were knit together, yet the smirk remained. "No. I," she stressed, "have been trying to find you."

"So...what have I been doing for the past...I dunno, few hours?" I raised a brow. "Did I take 10 hits of acid earlier, or did I not search this place from top to bottom?"

She gave me a hopeless smile like she knew there was no point in arguing. She sucked on the cigarette, offering it to me.

I gave in, taking it from her hand, my fingers touching hers with a light touch. Her eyes moved to our hands as if she was thinking about it too. The feeling like this was a moment we needed to remember.

I took a drag on the cigarette, passing it back. She looked away, briefly turning her gaze to the ground.

But I kept my eyes on her like I'd never get another chance. "I really miss you, Juju," I spoke quietly, almost through a whisper.

She looked at me again. Her mouth moved around slightly yet remained closed like she wanted to say something. But she couldn't figure out what it was she was going to say.

I reached out, took her hand in mine. She seemed taken aback at first. But as my thumb stroked against the soft skin of her hand, a small smile began to resurface.

"There are…" she paused, "things that I would love to say to you. But I just... I'm afraid."

"Is it bad? Come on, Juju. You can tell me. You can tell me anything. I mean, we've grown up together. We've always told each other everything."

She looked apprehensive before taking another drag from her cigarette. And stubbing it out in the ashtray, she turned towards me once again.

She looked ready to say it. Whatever it was. I didn't even know the words yet. But I could tell this would mean a lot to her.

The muffled sound of the many people behind the closed glass doors became clearer, amplified even. Jujubee looked in its direction. My eyes followed.

"Blair," I uttered.

She looked slightly taken aback like she didn't know how to react to seeing us.

Jujubee dropped her hand to her side, a small puff of air leaving her nostrils.

"Jujubee." A smile appeared on Blair's face as she finally approached us both. "I didn't expect to see you here!"

"Likewise." Jujubee nodded slowly. She glanced at me, and I reciprocated.

Before I could figure out her exact emotion. But now, she was hard to read once again. My brows knit together, telepathically questioning what she was feeling.

Jujubee looked back at Blair. "Talk about awful timing though, I was just leaving." Jujubee smiled back at her.

Blair's smile was disappearing. "Oh." She paused, unable to say anything else.

"You don't have to go, Jujubee." I took her hand once again, stroking my thumb over her skin another time, just to remind her of the tender moment we were just having.

She smiled again, but only now, I knew the true words behind it. She pulled her hand away. "Early rise, actually. Gotta get up and ready for the big day tomorrow, right?" She raised her brows at me. Then she looked at Blair, "It was nice seeing you," and then back to me once more, "I hope you have a good night, Brie."

She averted her eyes, not even sparing me another glance. The clacking of her heels was deafening, each step away causing something inside to sting.

"It was nice seeing you again," Blair said before Jujubee could make it through the doors.

I heard a mumbled "yeah, yeah," before Jujubee went back inside.

My gaze still followed her, watching as she navigated the crowd.

"Did she...seem off to you?" Blair asked quietly.

"Yeah," I said without thinking. "I just...I don't know what's wrong with her...I can't...work it out…" my eyes never left the door, hoping Jujubee would reappear.

And feeling Blair's soft hand in mine, I was brought back to reality. I looked at her, seeing the concern in her eyes. Fuck, what a great way to reunite.

"Is something going on?" She asked softly.

I shook my head frantically, "N-No. We're fine...I guess I'm just overreacting. Yeah, she's just been...really busy with everything."

"That's probably true." She shrugged, glancing at the door, "Well, actually, I haven't seen what goes behind the public eye, but I bet it's taxing." Blair was facing me again, her eyes widening briefly.

I let out a small laugh, "Oh, you have no idea." And only then did I get a real chance to take her in. The girl had not changed. Well, call me corny, but she only got more radiant looking.

"I didn't think you'd come," I spoke with a hushed tone.

"Sorry, I was late. I couldn't get a cab for ages." She gave a half-smile. "I guess New York really is that kind of place."

"Fuck, I didn't think about traffic. I could have got you a driver or something. "I started rambling.

"No, it's OK. I'm here now anyway." Her eyes looked me up and down, "you look great, by the way. Pink always was your colour."

Funny how the last time she gave me a compliment, I shut her down. But now, I couldn't bring myself to do so. "Thank you."

I wasn't expecting her to hug me, but she did. It was very welcoming. If I could rate it out of 10, I'd give it a 9. Why the missing point? Cause she pulled away too soon. I needed that time, just to soak up the moment.

My arm was still around her waist when she put a hand to my face.

"It's so good to see you." She beamed, the city lights reflected in her eyes.

"You wanna go upstairs? We'll hear better up there. And it's kinda chilly out here." I hoped she didn't find that creepy or like I was suggesting something because that was not my intention, believe it or not.

I almost jumped, the sound of her sweet voice dragging me out of the storm that was my inner ramblings. "What about your party?" She looked over her shoulder at all the guests behind the closed doors."

"They'll be fine," I said too quickly.

"Oh. Well, if you say so."

She didn't find that weird. Good. I finally pulled my arm from her body but took her hand instead, leading her into the apartment.

I ignored the side glances we received, too focused on her presence behind me. Still so in disbelief that for once, she hadn't flaked out. She really did give a fuck. Walking up the stairs, I only noticed how my vision had cleared. I no longer felt drunk. Had it just been a quick rush of nausea that left me feeling so weary before? Or had the shock of seeing Blair literally walk into my life again shocked me so much to the point it sobered me up?

"Here we go," I said quietly, welcoming her into the upper level.

"Wow, you got another living room up here." Blair's wandering eyes landed on the couch.

"Yeah. The one downstairs is for fucking business and parties. And this one," I gestured to where she was looking, "is for hanging out mostly, and…" Why did I have to be so nervous?

"Hookups?" She looked at me with raised brows and a smirk.

I laughed nervously, moving to the fake fireplace and turning it on. Why didn't I just say no? She probably thought I was a slut or something. "Sit down if you want. Do you want a drink? I'd love a fucking drink right now."

"Nah, I'm good. Thanks, though." She replied, sitting down on the sofa and relishing the feeling of it.

"I need some fucking water." I rushed to the mini-fridge and pulled out a bottle.

Turning back to face Blair, she was looking at me in confusion. "You OK?"

"What?" That was all I thought to reply with.

"You seem kind of…" she paused, trying to figure out her words, "on edge."

"I do?" My hands played with the water bottle.

"Yeah, you've included the word 'fucking' in every sentence since we got up here." She allowed herself to smirk.

Subliminal, Blair. I like it.

Fuck, I dragged my mind out of the gutter and practically rushed to the couch. "Oh, it's just...tomorrow. The nerves, you know." I sat on the other end of the sofa, took a gulp of water and made myself comfortable.

Blair turned to face her body towards me. "Am I wrong, or was Ed Sheeran downstairs??"

"Yeah, he was. It's kind of a long story, actually." I laughed. "You a fan?"

"No, not really," Blair replied.

"Good, me neither. Not really into the whole wedding dance song vibe."

"Me too." She groaned, "If I hear Thinking out loud at another wedding, girl, I'm just...I dunno."

"I get it. 100%"

"Well, enough about him," Blair sat up straight, a bright smile on her face. She laughed for a moment before even speaking, "Fuck, I was just about to ask what you've been up to." She gestured a hand around the room, "I mean, duh."

"Yeah," I returned the laugh, "It's pretty much just that. This project has taken up most of my life over the years."

"God, I remember reading in the paper...fuck, I can't remember the exact title. It was this tiny article just squashed into a corner. 'Scientist seeks to prove the existence of other realities.' Yeah, it was something like that. And…" She shrugged, "I just knew it was you. And, I knew you'd go far."

I felt the blush creep onto my skin. Hearing this from Blair felt otherworldly.

"I mean, I knew before. When you told me at Prom, I knew you'd be able to do it." She added.

"How did you know?" I asked.

"Just hearing how you talked about it. Like, you really believed in yourself. It made me believe too." She swapped around the legs she crossed.

"It was hard. Trying to get people on board with everything. Not a lot of people believed it was even possible in the beginning." I unscrewed the cap from the bottle of water. "And now look at me; I got the government behind this whole thing." I shrugged and took a sip of the water. Before she could go on, I took the conversation on another route. "But what about you? Where are you in life?"

I knew where she was in life. Hadn't I Facebook stalked her not too long before?

"Well, it sounds far fetched, but I'm trying to get into the music scene." Blair sat back in her seat, eyes wandering off, looking at nothing in particular.

"You always did like performing," I noted. "Starting out in the school playgrounds. Soon you'll be playing an Arena with a sold-out show."

Did I sound cheesy? Was I too much of a kiss ass? Because to me, this was honesty. I always thought Blair had the potential to be a famous singer. She had the voice, the looks, style and personality. Who wouldn't want her as part of their label?

Fuck, it only hit me that I could have gotten her a spot to perform at the event.

Blair had stood, a small sigh emitting her lips. "An Arena? Imagine that." She smirked for a moment, stepping away from the couch. For a hot second, I thought I had stepped on territory I shouldn't have, and she was leaving. But she made her way to the window, staring out over New York. So I naturally went too. "Well, I've just been singing around bars for a while now, even had 2 gigs. Nothing too amazing." She explained. "I mean, I know you say Arena and all, but, actually, I wouldn't wanna be that big. I just...want people to hear my music."

Her smile faltered somewhat, and it spoke volumes. It wasn't happening fast enough for her, the growing number of ears that would someday listen to her words. She wanted it all now.

I sidestepped a bit closer. My fingers were so close to brushing against hers, then stopping myself in realising that was too much. "It does take time, these things. I mean, I didn't get here overnight. It will happen, Blair." She flashed me a gracious smile, and I was glad she didn't find any of that condescending. That was not my aim. "Anyway, I'd love to hear your music."

"You would?" Blair cocked her head to the side, turning more to face me, her hand on the window cill closer to mine.

"Of course," I reply. She should've known that anyway.

"Well, I'm not gonna break out into song for you right now. But I have a few videos on my Facebook. You should add me." She suggested.

I had never opened Facebook so fast. "There. I sent you a request." I scrolled through her timeline, my back now to the window, "Lemme see."

"Oh, God. Please don't. Not right now." Blair panicked.

I lifted my gaze, my eyes almost wide. Blair St Clair, the girl who wasn't hesitant to approach a mic, was embarrassed. I found this to be adorable and oddly made me feel more relaxed. "Don't be shy, Blair. I'm sure they're great."

"Brianna, don't." No joke, Blair attempted to snatch my phone away like a child.

I found it highly amusing. "Why not?" I smiled mischievously.

Blair continued her protests, trying to swipe at the phone more and more, all while laughing nervously.

Eventually, my teasing led to a chase. I still scrolled her Facebook as I ran around the room, Blair behind me.

"Which one should I look out for?" I stood at one end of the couch.

Blair stood at the other end, letting out a pant. "Brianna, you better not."

I stepped to the right, throwing her off, and she ran to her left, ready to run straight at me and take the phone out of my hand.

But I tricked her. When I took that step to the right, I pulled back and moved to the left instead. And without thinking, I threw myself down on my bed.

Before I could even get up, Blair was already there, too, crawling towards me. She reached for my phone, still pleading with me to stop.

And finally, giving the current circumstances, I gave in. "OK, OK. You win. I won't play your music in front of you." I giggled mischievously, shuffling so my back was against my headboard. "You're gonna have to remind me to check it out, though."

Blair remained at the bottom of my bed, kicking her heels off and folding them like a pretzel. It was as if we were teenagers again, catching up on all the hanging out we never got to do. She fluffed out her hair, "God, Brie, I came here to have a good time. Not to work out. Why are you still looking at your phone?"

Now that I was on her profile, scrolling back to the top, I saw a familiar picture. "Wow, this George guy's kind of cute."

Blair smiled warmly, her eyes looking upwards. And I had the slightest sinking feeling she was about to tell me this was her fucking lover or husband.

"Ah...George. What a guy." Blair blinked. "He does music too. If you like my stuff, then you'll like his too. He's got this song Gimme Love. It's my favourite."

"Is he your boyfriend?" There was no hesitation in asking.

Her brows briefly crossed. "What? No. He's one of my closest friends. Really helping me find places to perform. He's just...really cool."

I mouthed a silent 'Oh' before going on and cocking my head to the side, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Was it normal to ask shit like this? Maybe it was. But considering I had confessed to her I liked her very much in that accidental message, perhaps I shouldn't have said it at all. Didn't want her getting sus.

I got the feeling she knew I was trying to find a way in as she raised a brow at me, the corners of her mouth turning upwards. "Nah, Brie. I'm done with boys."

I lowered my phone. That could have meant anything;

She was strictly into girls;

She had just gotten out of a bad relationship with someone, and she was going through that typical 'men are trash' phase;

She used the term 'boys' when referring to immature fuck boys who still thrived in toilet paper bombing people's houses and still fought with feminists online. She was now looking for 'a real man' who would love and respect her.

She wasn't speaking, just lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

Before the silence could go on and get awkward, I shifted in my own spot. "Do you wanna elaborate on that?"

"Oh. Yeah, if you want to hear it." She said like she didn't want to, and before I could stop her, she went on, "Well, the last was Conrad. He cheated on me. Before him, there was Ethan. I found out he'd talk shit about me to all his meathead buddies, said that my ass wasn't big enough. Then Bryce with his superior attitude. And…" she sighed, "Fucking Trevor."

Just hearing his name did something to me. I could feel how my shoulders had tensed, how the breath got stuck in my throat for a moment. But my ability to talk was unaffected because I spoke up, "I remember you saying he was controlling." I moved away from my headboard, shuffling closer to her, so close she could have put her head in my lap if she wanted.

Blair nodded, "he was," she breathed out a sigh, "I can't believe I'm even admitting this, but after high school, I started seeing him again. He promised me he would change, that things would be different. And I always feel like such an idiot for believing him."

That was upsetting. My hand squeezed in a fist. "So, what was the final straw? The thing that made you end things for the last time?"

Blair took in a deep breath, rolling over onto her front and propping her head upon her hands. She looked up at me with sad eyes. "He was just the same, Brie. Always controlling me, telling me how to act, who I could and couldn't hang out with. He was like that from the beginning to the end. I mean, you remember how he reacted about that one sex-ed class? And that time, he yelled at me in front of everyone for not sitting with him at lunch one day?"

I had no idea about the last thing. And I wasn't even surprised. Trevor was that type of guy, and you just knew it within the first few minutes of meeting him.

I was curious to know, but I kind of already had a feeling. Yet, I needed clarification. "Is that why you never came back to the library? Because he knew people would talk if you were seen with the school loser?" She leaned up now, but I continued. "Is it why you never came to speak to me about the prom?"

Blair was just watching me in silence. But I could see it, the realisation in her face.

"Fuck." She sat up and moved closer to me. "Oh my gosh, Brianna. I am so sorry. I had...no idea it would hurt you." We were both face to face, and she put her hands on mine, her eyes apologetic. She cussed, briefly looking away. "Fuck, I knew you hated me. The years of silence, of course, you did."

"Wait, no. Stop. I'm sorry. I don't wanna make you feel like a bad person. That's not what I wanted to do." I said profusely, my hands tightening just slightly.

"No, no. I'm sorry. You have every right to be upset." She spoke quietly, her blue eyes pleading with me. "Just be honest with me. I owe you that. You deserve to be heard."

"Really, Blair, it's fine. It's - -"

"Brianna. You're upset. You're not really good at hiding it, no offence." She smirked at the last comment. But the smile disappeared, and she waited for my response.

I stared back at her, my gaze shifting between both those eyes. My mind debated what to do, refuse to say a thing and let it all continue to build up. Or vent years of pent up emotions that needed to be said.

I looked away, deciding the latter decision was probably the best. I really didn't want to, what with the risk of upsetting her.

But maybe she wouldn't.

But maybe she would.

But maybe…

Her hand left mine and swept a strand of hair away from my face. I didn't even know it was there. "You're really hurt, Brie," she spoke softly.

I looked back to her finally, her hand lowering back down. And I finally found my voice. "OK." I shifted in my spot, highly uncomfortable. Come on, Brie. Just tell her.

"Do you remember the prom? When you asked me how we never talked more?" Just say it. "Because I always felt inadequate. Like I wasn't enough for you. And, not just you, even my…" I paused, feeling the lump form in my throat, "...my parents. Ummm…" saying that out loud to her, it hit differently. My voice was cracking. "I always associated you with my parents. I don't know where the connection came from, and I know now that that's fucked up, and I know I probably should go to a therapist about that, but..." I quickly explained. "But yeah, I just...never felt enough. Like 'why would Blair the cheerleader want to associate with someone like me? How could Blair ever love someone like me??'"

Fuck, it just slipped out. I studied her face for a reaction, expecting her to back away.

But she didn't. She just nodded in understanding, squeezing my hand reassuringly.

"But, um...I know now. It wasn't that you didn't care. It was just...fucking Trevor." I practically growled that name.

Blair breathed out a laugh, rolling her eyes. "Fucking Trevor."

"Yeah, fuck that asshole," I allowed myself to smile before continuing on. "I just... didn't understand how hard that actually was for you."

"It was very hard. God, it bothered me so much because I really did have a soft spot for you, Brianna. I really did, ever since we were kids." Blair smiled warmly. "And that's why I'm so glad you replied to my message. After all these years."

I gulped, thinking about that damn message, and now seeing her loving smile. "Y-You didn't think it was weird?"

Blair sighed, yet her smile remained. "Brianna. Do you think I'd be sitting here if it was?" She moved her hand to my elbow, up my shoulder, caressing my cheek gently.

I almost said something. I couldn't even remember what it was. Not that it mattered because I didn't get the chance. The moment I had been waiting for, it was happening. Her face was moving closer to mine, eyes slowly closing. And as soon as I felt her lips brush against mine, the feeling of her touch caused the butterflies in my stomach to flutter. I closed my own eyes and accepted what was happening.

The kiss my teenage self craved, dreamed about even.

It was reality.

We hadn't just slipped into some other world.

This was real life. The feeling of her hand on my cheek, that was real. The butterflies in my stomach fighting against the walls, also real.

And how I lifted my hand and held her face, also real.

She pulled away first, but her lips were still close, "was that OK?"

"Yeah," I moved my face back towards hers, initiating another kiss. I was savouring every bit of this moment. The sweet taste of her was too much to not let go of.

But she pulled back again, letting herself fall back against the mattress. I stared at her for a few seconds. Fuck, this was happening. Something inside me was hesitant to do this. The nerves, the fear of not being enough for her.

Blair reached out for my hand, and I knew I was just overthinking again. I took her hand and allowed her to pull me down to her.

Lowering my face to hers, I kissed her again, more hungrily this time. For a second, I didn't know where to go from there, still so in disbelief that my luck had turned around.

When I pulled away, my hand travelling down the side of her face. "Oh my God...is this real?"

"Of course it is." Blair giggled, her hands roaming up and down my back.

"OK. Good!" I panted, moving my kisses to her cheek, then her neck, and I could feel my heart beating a bit faster.

But because I am Brianna Caldwell, the most awkward person to have ever lived, I had to go on with the questions. "Hey, Blair, can I ask you something?" I kept my lips where they were.

"Mhmm?" She purred when I kissed that point where her neck met her shoulder. The pathetic noise she made almost made me melt, I swear to God.

"Were you…" come on, Brie, just say it, "were you gonna kiss me at the prom?"

She chuckled, "Yeah. But Trevor had to be an insecure loser."

I appreciated the cute giggling sound she made.

I lifted my head away from her skin and leaned up. I looked at her with a raised brow.

Blair was smiling still, but I knew she was getting impatient.

"So...you like-liked me back then too? Even when I was ugly?" I asked.

"Brianna, you were never ugly." Blair's brows connected, a hand stroking up and down my side. She really was getting needy. "And yes. I always like-liked you. God, that's so cute. You still say like-like." She took my hands and guided them to the knot tight at the side of her wrap dress.

"Shut up. Fuck, you're so beautiful." My hands began to untie the knot while I lowered my face and kissed along her clavicle and the only bit of exposed chest I had access to.

"Fuck. If only you knew how long I wanted this." Blair mewled. "I didn't think this was ever gonna happen. Even when I saw you and Juju out on the balcony, I was like...fuck. I'm too late."

Confusion immediately took me over. I pulled back again, looking down at her. A brief flash of frustration appeared on her face, but I ignored it. "Wait. What?"

"Yeah, I just…" Blair looked away for a moment as if debating on continuing or not, "always saw how you were around her. Always so happy. Like you were on top of the world. And I just didn't want to get in the way of that."

Her hand was trailing along my thigh, but I ignored it.

"Wait...Jujubee?" I knew that's who she was talking about, but even the sound of her name, it made something inside hurt. Not a hurt that she caused. Something...so different yet familiar at the same time.

"Yes. I never saw you that happy around anyone else…" Blair leaned back, balancing against my propped knees. "I mean, the prom? The way you looked at me, it was nothing compared to when you're with her. With Jujubee, it was...always so different."

Realisation dawned on me. I knew what she was getting at.

I opened my mouth to speak, ready to say I didn't like Jujubee in that way. But the words wouldn't surface. No matter how much I willed myself, I just couldn't. Even the thought of saying it made that feeling of hurt feel 10 times worse.

"You OK?" Her fingers danced around my thigh again, only with more wanting now.

"But…" I began, "I gave you my Valentine's card in first grade."

Now she was silent, her gaze shifting between both my eyes. She leaned up on both elbows, realising my questions weren't going to stop, and her pussy wasn't going to be eaten any time soon. She gave a nervous laugh, "um, no. You gave it to Jujubee."

I squinted my eyes. "No. I gave it to you, Blair."

"Girl, you gave it to me, and when I asked if it was mine, you shouted at me, saying it was for Juju and you just wanted me to check it out." She was laughing again. But seeing my still confused face, her smile began to drop. "You don't remember that?"

I was silent for a moment. Blair was in front of me, the love of my life, but all I could see was the image of Jujubee in my head. Her perfect little face, the way her eyes crinkled at the corners when she laughed, that bright smile, her silky black hair that always smelt so good.

I thought back, all the way back to that specific Valentine's Day. I remembered handing the card to Blair, her confused face, how the kids snickered as I stood there feeling sorry for myself. And Jujubee shouting at them all for making jokes.

But that was all.

"I... don't remember that," I spoke quietly, my eyes squinted.

"Not even the card she gave you?"

My eyes widened at that. "She did what?"

"Yeah, she gave you a card."

Now that she mentioned it, there was a flicker of an image in my head; something pastel pink. My tiny painted fingers holding a heart shape. Baby Brianna smiling, only to lift her head and see the other kids making fun.

"Oh, shit…" I whispered. I climbed off Blair and got up from the bed.

I was on the verge of pacing, my hand in my hair, "Oh my God."

"Don't be embarrassed, Brie." Blair was fully sat up in the bed now, her legs spread as if trying to beckon me back. "Not a lot of people can remember so far back."

I needed to prove if this was real or not. I'd call Jujubee. But then again, would she have even answered? If what Blair was saying was true, that explained why Jujubee was behaving the way she was. She was hurt. She was pissed because I didn't remember her card.

But how the fuck could I have forgotten something like that? All my life, that was all I ever wanted - to know I was loved by someone. Such a memory like that…

"Brie, are we...you know...gonna…" Blair spoke quietly.

My eyes widened. A memory like that. A memory that would be worth keeping.

I turned to face her. "Blair, wait here. I'll be right back."

"OK. Sure." Blair blinked a few times.

I wasted no time rushing downstairs. Taking a moment to observe the crowd, it seemed, quite a few guests had left already. At least it would make it easier to navigate.

I made my way to the kitchen. The memory box was still there. For a millisecond, I feared someone would have stolen it.

I took it to the counter, no one was around, so I felt safe enough to open it.

My nerves were wrecked as I lifted the latch to the box. I only had a small idea of the things that would be in here. Old photos, movie tickets, childhood drawings.

But I hadn't planned on opening it up so soon.

No. I needed to know the truth.

Opening it up, I saw a bunch of photos, tickets and pieces of folded up paper. I removed them, planning to possibly look at them at a later date.

The more I pulled out, the more confident I felt that Blair had got it all wrong. And she was the one who remembered things differently.

But there was a flash of pink at the bottom of the box. I gulped, pushing aside the scraps of paper burying it.

And there it was; A pastel pink heart-shaped card, 'Happy Valentines Day' writing in glitter gel pen on the front. "Shit…" I said quietly, pulling the card out.

Opening it up, I breathed out a puff of air.

'Dear Brianna, I know people in class are mean and say nasty things. But I think you are the prettiest girl in the world. Happy Valentine's day. Love from Juju xxx'

I could hear the younger version of myself reading it out loud, the insults from the other kids, Jujubee yelling at them because they were just jealous.

I put the card down as I realised Blair was right. And memories resurfaced, reading completely different.

That Valentines Day in which she refused to tell me who she had eyes for

That time she didn't invite me to stay for dinner.

How her smile would drop every time I mentioned Blair.

How I never danced with her at the prom

And finally, our recent argument.

It all made sense. Jujubee was in love with me. And instead of recognising it earlier on, I was too caught up with Blair to see it.

And what about me? How did I feel about her? Yeah, Jujubee was my one and only friend. She had gotten me through so much throughout the years. If it weren't for her, who knew where I would have been.

I couldn't pinpoint any time that I had thought of her as more than just a friend.

Well, maybe the times we'd lie in bed and just...stare into each other's eyes. Or the time she held me as I sobbed into her chest after the incident at the prom. Or maybe the times she'd smile, and it would brighten up my day. Or the exact day that I noticed how cute it was when her lashes fluttered.

Or…

My eyes met the heart-shaped card again, how the very sight of it made my heart skip a beat.

"Fuck." I ran my fingers through my hair as it was clear to me.

My eyes ventured away from the card, moving to the scraps of paper.

'Grandpa's tips for life'

My hand told me to examine the piece of paper further, so I did so.

At the top of the list, there it was. A sign.

'Go get her, kiddo. You've got nothing to lose.'

I needed to tell her.

I packed the box up and quickly left the kitchen, noting that a few more people had left.

"Blair!" I called, rushing up the stairs.

She was still there, laying in the bed, in just her white lacey lingerie.

I covered my eyes. "Oh my God. That was unexpected."

"Fuck. Sorry. I kind of had a feeling that would have been inappropriate." She asked.

"What? No. You're fine. I just... wasn't prepared for that." I stuttered, still covering my eyes. "Could you just...cover-up for a second."

"OK." I heard her say. "You can look now."

I looked back. She did pull the duvet up, but just below the wire of her bra.

"OK," I breathed out, trying to ignore her cleavage, "I think you're right about Jujubee."

"You think?"

"Yes," I replied before shaking my head profusely. "No. I know. You're right, Blair. I...I like her. Maybe even love her." Fuck, saying that out loud, it did something to me, "And yes, I liked you for so long, but you're right. I was always happiest with her."

I was expecting her to be disappointed, but she smiled. "Well, what are you waiting for?"

"What?"

"Go get her."

Grandpa's words reiterated.

"You're not upset that we're not gonna have sex right now?"

"No, Brie." Blair threw back the covers, picking up her gold wrap dress off the floor, "I already learned how to deal with it. Knowing you belonged to someone else." She wrapped her body up in the dress effortlessly, fluffed out her hair and turned to look at me again. "I know you're meant to be with her. So, go. Go tell her now before it's too late."

Despite this revelation, I couldn't help but feel like a dick. Blair was smiling, but I knew she had to feel some level of hurt. I walked towards her and brought her into a hug.

"I'm sorry for what I did to you, Brie," Blair whispered in my ear.

I only held her tighter, "Don't be," and I pulled away, my hands still on her shoulders, "If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have ever opened my eyes."

I kissed her on the cheek, and she smiled warmly. I turned to leave, and before I made my way downstairs, I looked at her once more. Her hand was on her face where my lips had been. I was glad I could give her that one last kiss, just something to hold on to.

"You really helped me, Blair," I said.

"Good." She said graciously. "Now go."

The urgency in her voice only fueled my determination.

I was under no time limit, but I couldn't help but want to reach Jujubee as soon as possible.

When I was outside, I shouted for the first cab I saw. Thankfully it pulled over. I got in and pulled out my phone.

But the car was still.

"Go! Drive!" I raised my voice.

"Lady. You haven't even told me where you're headed!" The cabbie turned in his seat.

Fuck, I sounded crazy. How he hadn't thrown me out was beyond me.

I only realised that I had no idea where my destination was. Jujubee could have been anywhere.

The driver was still looking at me, his patience growing thin. So I barked out Jujubee's address.

He seemed relieved to be on the road again. Only then was I aware of the honking cars behind us. Typical for New York, but this was too much.

I found Jujubee's number, trying my luck at the chance she'd answer.

It rang.

And it rang.

And it rang some more.

"Come on, come on," I repeated quietly to myself. Relax, Brie. It's not like she's catching a plane to the furthest state.

The phone went straight to voicemail. "Fuck!"

The cab driver glared at me in the rearview mirror.

I ignored him and tried again. Still nothing.

A few minutes passed, and I tried once more. But again, my luck was shit on.

I dropped my hands to my lap, sighing frustratedly. All I could do was just see if she was home.

My eyes trailed to beyond the window, just hoping to get there as soon as possible.

And there she was. Walking out of a pizza place, a solemn look on her face.

"There she is," I said aloud to myself before turning my attention to the cab driver. "Stop! Pull over!"

He came to a grinding halt. "Jesus Christ, lady! You really need to stop all that yelling and - -"

I handed him a $20 bill, "keep the change. Thank you."

I got out of the vehicle, eyes looking to where Jujubee once was. She was gone.

"Fuck." I looked down one path, not there. And looking down the other, there was Jujubee, rounding the corner and eating a slice of pizza.

I ran in my heels, people moving out of the way to dodge me.

I knew I was an inconvenience to so many, but Jujubee at that moment was my priority.

Rounding the corner, I saw she didn't get far. I couldn't help but bend over for a hot second, trying to catch my breath.

And when I recovered, I shouted out, "Jujubee!"

She turned, eyes wide like she had never heard my voice before. And when she saw it was me, her face sort of fell.

My hand reached into my bag, and I pulled out the Valentines Day card.

She looked confused at first, but then recognition settled in. And the disappointment was replaced with fear.

I stopped panting. And finally, I could speak. "You were right. Approval; That's all I ever wanted. And I thought that if Blair gave that to me, I'd be good enough. Because I never felt that. I never felt good enough. I wasn't good enough for Blair, I was never good enough for my parents, and I'd never be good enough for anyone."

Jujubee was silent for a moment, eyes falling to the pavement and then back up again. "You were good enough for me."

I breathed out. "I know. But I was...too caught up in my own shit to think about how you felt. Too caught up that...I didn't even think about how I felt." I paused, thinking of how the fuck I should say it. No, I didn't need to think. This wasn't some cheesy movie. "I...I love you, Juju."

She let out a breath, a shaky one like she was on the verge of tears. And her eyes became glossy. I really wanted to tell her not to cry, to be happy. But this moment, she wanted this all her life.

A tear slipped down her cheek, but she laughed. "Fuck, I got this fucking pizza 'cause I needed heartbreak food."

I returned the laugh. "Hey, it's OK. You can still eat it. It can be normal pizza."

"No. I'm not even hungry anyway." Jujubee admitted, passing the pizza to a random passerby (who was taken by surprise but accepted the free food anyway).

Jujubee walked towards me. I smiled, already smelling that sweet perfume.

But she pushed me back. "Fuck you for forgetting about the card. I knew you did. I always remembered yours."

"I'm so sorry. I don't know why I forgot. But," I paused, "Blair reminded me."

"She did?"

"Yep."

"Wow. She remembered. But you didn't."

"Yeah. I'm...really really sorry."

"Wow. Is this our first couple fight?" Jujubee put her hands on her hips.

"It could be. If... that's what you want to call us." I suggested.

"Perfect. Seal the deal?" She raised a brow.

I knew where this was going. "Oh, absolutely."

Jujubee stepped closer, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and pressed her lips against mine. And that unfamiliar spark coursed through me, like it came from somewhere inside her and travelled through my body.

And I didn't care for the fact we were in the middle of the street, probably inconveniencing others. All that mattered was the happiness coursing through me, the feeling of...being complete.

I pulled out of the kiss first. "Wanna get in that rocket and be the first to go to the other world?"

Jujubee smiled but quickly stopped. "I-I'm kinda unprepared. I mean... I'd need a toothbrush, my clothes..."

"Where we're going...you don't need 'em." And then I played the words back in my head. "Oh. Oh shit, no. Not in that context. I just meant... you'd get new ones, you know? Fuck, I'm terrible at this."

"No. You're just you." Jujubee laughed, and fuck, I adored how her eyes were crinkling at the corners.

We grabbed the nearest cab. When we told him where we were going, his eyes widened. It would be a journey. But we paid upfront, so the driver remained silent.

When we got to base, I almost cursed myself for not thinking about how we'd access all the areas.

But there was that mastercard. And they couldn't say no. They knew who I was, after all.

When we were in the gowning area, Jujubee and I helped each other into spacesuits. I was high with anticipation, ready to see what was on the other side, ready to do it all with Jujubee.

This was our dream.

Jujubee grabbed two helmets. One for her and one for me. She tossed it my way, and I caught it.

"Ready to go?" She asked.

"Absolutely." I extended my hand, and we made our way to the door.

The cold cool air was refreshing. My eyes travelled up and down the rocket. It was bigger than I imagined, and for a small second, I felt worthless. Like I was just Brianna Caldwell, a girl from a small town with no real purpose in this world.

But Jujubee slid her hand into mine. And I was reminded that all I had to do was shut my inner demons up. Because I did have a purpose. And I was something to someone. As long as I had her, that was all that mattered.

Jujubee smiled mischievously, pulling me along the bridge, leading me to the already opened door. She ducked down and climbed into the small space, and I followed.

It was disorientating at first, what with the rocket facing the sky. I feared I'd fall trying to get into my seat. But Jujubee continued to pull me along.

When we were seated, I wasted no time putting on my helmet and initiated the activation process.

I could feel Jujubee's smirk as I flicked at switches and pressed buttons. It only fueled my excitement.

A voice came through the radio, one of the engineers. We were bombarded with questions, demanding to know what we were doing, how it was too early for take off with no press to film it, all sorts of complaints.

But we didn't care.

When everything seemed ready to go, I put my hand on the lever. But before I pulled, I turned my head to her.

"Ready to see the flying horses?" I raised a brow.

"Just as ready as I am for the cats that bark." She breathed out a laugh through her nostrils.

With another smile, I pulled the lever. The ship was rumbling now, and my stomach was doing somersaults.

We both turned our attention to the sounds of protest from the engineers. They were livid now, shouting about how the media wasn't going to like this.

I lifted my hand up, flipping the source of the sound off. Jujubee cackled to my delight.

I put the intercom on mute. And the ship took off. Mom was gonna kill me for this. I'd definitely bring her back a gift. A new vase, maybe? Yeah. A vase from an entirely new world. Something new.

I looked forward, unable to see the ground below us. How high were we already? How long was left until we reached that crossover, the gateway?

My question was answered as the ship was illuminated by a bright light.

We did it, Grandpa. We did it.