#but still not great to hear yeah your skin was trying to kill you and we need to chop your arm again

[a-sleepy-ginger]

21/6/24

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Had alot of fun drawing

Yuru camp

[kaisturni]

hands on me | c. sturniolo

→ chris x fem!reader

→ plot; chris and y/n get into one of their usual screaming matches, but this one ends a little less usual than normal.

→ warnings; smut, fingering, swearing, f!oral (receiving), choking, unprotected sex (STAY SAFE), dirty talk, use of names (baby)

→ hi pretty lovies :) this is my first time writing a smut fanfic so PLSSS let me know if you guys like it, and if there are any requests, don’t hesitate to share! almost nothing is off limits ;) enjoy!

NOT PROOFREAD EEK

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y/n and chris had been in a screaming match all day.

from sunrise to the middle of the night, it's taken both nick and matt holding the two back so they don't entangle and kill each other.

"whatever," nick breaths, "i'm so fucking done with you guys. i know you don't get along but this is ridiculous."

"yeah" matt agreed, letting out a sigh. "i for one am tired as shit, try not to murder the other while we're asleep," the other two brothers pace back into their respective rooms, slamming the door one after another.

"great!" y/n starts, "who am i supposed to sleep with now, guaranteed they both just locked their doors." she whispered to herself.

"god, who cares? you could sleep on the street for all i fucking care." chris yells, watching y/n stand outside of nick's door, not daring to make an advance inside.

the girl shot daggers at him, "whatever chris, tell that to your fucking brothers, they're the ones who let me live here." y/n huffs out as she shoves chris full force out of the way, preparing for a sleep on the boy's couch. but before she can even reach the end of the hallway, chris grabs y/n by the throat and slams her against the wall.

y/n hits the wall, exuding air on impact, hands gripping onto chris', which has her easily pinned on to the wall.

"did you seriously just put your hands on me?" he said lowly, closing the distance between him and

y/n. the girls heart was racing at a mile a minute, unsure of what her actions would cause next. she was so confident yelling at chris frequently from across the room, but suddenly powerless in his grasp, she was, briefly, at a loss for words.

"yeah," y/n managed to grunt out. she had never been this close to chris before, let alone feel his body inches away from her own skin. his eyes were dark and low, jaw tight and sharp, his features barely illuminated in the light. as much as she hated him, she found him punishingly attractive.

"and what are you going to do about it?" she dared to whisper to him, trying to keep as much confidence in her tone as she could, not letting him see how much she withered under his touch.

from a few heavy breaths, y/n's throat still in his hand, he shoved her into his room and shut the door behind him. he flipped the two around so she was again back against the wall.

"what am i going to do about it?" he taunted, less than an inch between their bodies, breaths mingling and eyes locked in contact.

"you have no idea what i could do to your right now," chris spoke lowly, uninterested in letting his brother's hear the way he is speaking to the girl he supposedly wants to kill.

"if only you just kept that pretty little mouth shut, maybe i could've showed you sooner," his words faded out, his hand around her neck tightened slightly, as he brushed his lips against hers, earning a barely audible moan from the girl under his grip.

"chris" y/n managed to breath out, suddenly feeling a sense of neediness and wanting from him. is it bad she could be so turned on from how rough chris was being with her? she had never seen this side of him before, the side of him that she didn't think existed to her. before this he was ready to take her head off and so was she. but now she could feel the heat rising in her legs, and shocking her stomach, anticipating what was to come next.

"what? don't act like you don't want it, you think i can't tell that you do? look at you." chris taunted, gently using his teeth to tug on her bottom lip. y/n felt like her heart was going to beat out of her chest.

unknowing what came over her, y/n remarked back "oh, i'd want this. just not with you," she could see the anger growing in his face as she continued, "anyone could do whatever you'd do better." she knew what the words she was saying would lead her. she almost hoped chris got the message.

"is that so? i'll show you you're wrong." chris swiftly tossed y/n to the bed, pinning her down, yet again cementing their faces inches away from each other.

"you'll be begging me to do this more often when we're done," beginning to leave sloppy kisses against y/n's neck. "i'd destroy you,"

"so destroy me," y/n dared.

chris smiled against her skin, wet kisses becoming dark hickies all over her neck and jaw. his lips slowly moved down to her covered chest, frustrated with the fabric, he tugged on her shirt, signaling to take it off.

y/n sat up in the bed ripping her shirt over her head, his eyes meeting with her bare chest. "no bra, huh?" he said before claiming her right nipple in his mouth, kissing, sucking, and biting on it, and doing it harder with each moan he earned from her.

"i never wear one" she admitted, eyes screwed shut in the unexpected pleasure that chris sturniolo was bringing to her.

"i hope that's not the only thing you never wear," he said against her skin, kisses continuing down her body until he reached her inner thighs, with only a thin layer of fabric separating her core and his lips.

y/n gasped as he yanked her to the edge of the bed, making her wet shorts visible to him even in the dim light. he smirked looking up at her,

"fucking soaked," he said what she already knew, throwing her head back and screwing her eyes shut in anticipation, "chris, please." she begged, thinking how pathetic it was that the few words she was able to get out gave chris everything he wanted to hear in that moment, but she didn't care. 

"since you're begging for me," he taunted, taking off y/n's barely there sleeping shorts, taking in how perfect her core was dripping under the light, practically calling his name. never would he had anticipating being in this moment, but god he knew he was lying if he said he didn't think about it.

he teased her by trailing small kisses and nibbles against her inner thigh, making her wetter by the second. before y/n knew, he was licking and sucking down her slit, arms pushing her legs further into her chest to get even deeper.

gripping the sheets with white knuckles, y/n found it impossible not to scream his name as he stuck his tongue inside her, moaning against her pussy as the vibrations drove her closer to her high.

"chris i'm gonna cum," she said panting, edging him to keep going, not wanting the pleasure to stop as she found her hands tangled in his hair. but before y/n managed to reach her high, he pulled his face away from between her legs. mouth dripping with all her juices, he brought his lips to hers, kissing her for the first time.

the two kissed each other hungrily, each fighting for dominance over the other, but chris ultimately won as he stuck to fingers inside of her, causing y/n to gasp, prompting chris to shove his tongue into her mouth.

"how am i supposed to hate you when i know your pussy is this good?" chris asked between sloppy wet kisses, his fingers continuing to pump in and out of her, wetness leaking onto his bedsheets.

y/n could feel the knots tying in her stomach, signaling she was close, “c-chris i’m so fucking close,” she said absolutely breathless, weakly gripping his moving wrist.

his two fingers slowed their pace, and she whined at the loss of contact. y/n couldn’t help but squeeze her thighs together, in order to do something to stop the aching between her legs.

“not so fast,” chris said, peeling off his hoodie and sweats, leaving him in just black calvin klein underwear. “spread,” he demanded.

y/n obliged without hesitation, aching and ready for him to be inside her. chris used his thumb to rub her clit in circles, causing her to arch her back and moan in pleasure, chris could feel his dick aching to fuck her, but he wasn’t going to let her have it easily.

“c-chris please,” she begged, “please what, baby?-

baby?

-tell me,” he said, knowing exactly what she wanted from him, “please f-fuck me- shit,”

as soon as those words left her mouth, chris removed his underwear, his length springing up, leaking with pre-cum and burning with desire.

he ran the tip on y/n’s slit, groans exiting from both of their mouths. without warning, he slammed his entire length into her, causing her to gasp at the feeling.

tears ran down y/n’s cheek as she moaned out chris’ name and profanities at the pace that he was pounding into her,

“you look so pretty when i fuck you, baby,” he growled in her ear, “look at you, doing so good at taking all of me,” he said before sensually connecting their lips.

y/n had no words to say, only muffled sounds in between kisses coming out of her mouth from being completely fucked out by chris, and it didn’t take long for her to feel her orgasm coming back.

“oh, chris, i’m gonna cu-,”

“wait, you cum when i say, okay?” he said lowly, before quickening his pace, feeling his own climax coming too.

“i can’t take it, please let me cum,” y/n pleaded, feeling completely buzzed from all the sensation going in her body.

“cum baby, i’m right there too,” he breathed out, feeling her walls clench around him causing chris to explode inside her, filling her up at the same time she reached her own high.

chris pumped a few more times in and out of her, both groaning as he pulled his dick out of her, then falling on the bed next to the sexed out girl next to him.

the two looked at each other for a moment, and chris softly kissed her, finding his way to be on top of her again. he pulled their lips apart and ran a hand through her hair,

“why do we do this? i’m tired of hating you, why do you act like that with me?” y/n said, staring at chris’ piercing blue eyes above her. he sighed, “i really don’t know,” he started, “i guess the way i feel about you just made me angry for some reason. it always made me mad how close you are with nick and matt, and i guess i kept it up too long,” he admitted, playing with the ends of her soft hair.

“you should’ve just told me,” y/n retorted, placing a gentle hand on the side of chris’ face, and he nuzzled into it. “i know, and i’m sorry. can we be done with that, please?” he asked her, cautiously.

“of course we can,” y/n smiled. chris smiled back at her, connecting their lips once more.

“okay,” he began grabbing her hand, “let’s go get cleaned up. we can have another fight in the shower,” smiling deviously at her after making the statement.

y/n rolled her eyes at the boy, and quickly followed him into the bathroom, locking the door behind them.

[emmyrosee]

Oh nothing.. just thinking about how it’s been really hot lately so you, yuji, sukuna are usually laying around in nothing but shorts and a tank top bc it’s too hot to do anything. So u come up with this great idea to have a water fight in the back garden with the water hose too cool off and it’s just a bunch of messy nonsense and then u end the day at a 7/11 licking ice cream in sukunas car…🥹❤️

-Anon🥢

BRO I WILL COMBUST THIS IS SO CUTE

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“I’ll… be right back.”

“Don’t threaten me.”

You’re quick to scurry away after Sukuna speaks, smirking and letting your feet carry you through the grass of his back yard. The plant is hot under your toes, but you pay it no mind as you make your way to the side of his parent’s house, grabbing the hose used to fill Yuuji’s pool.

It’s hot, far too hot for comfort. Yuuji’s pool is constantly filled with cooler water to keep him from sweating, a large hat plopped on his head while you periodically smother him with sunscreen as he plays with his floating toys. His older brother, on the other hand, tans lazily in the beams of sun, his body warm as he soaks up the rays of light. He’s always been better in the heat, but you can tell even he’s sluggish from the temperature.

You grin as you turn the dial to ‘shower’ and hide the tool behind your back, being sure to keep your steps quiet. You tuck your lips in your mouth to conceal any giggles, and you creep towards him with mischief coursing through your body.

“Baby?”

“Hmm?”

“Look at me.”

Immediately, Sukuna’s head turns to face you, and you quickly spray his warmed body with a spray of the hose, his face going from confusion to panic in a matter of seconds

“WHAAAAAAAAAAT THE FUCK-“ he screams, leaping up as he’s covered in frigid water, trying to run away from the spray. You laugh and keep your aim, watching him dash around the yard to create distance. Luckily- or, unlucky for him- the fence keeps him contained in his running, and you and yuuji laugh at his expense. “ILL KILL YOU! YOU HEAR ME!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” you snicker. “Gotta catch me first!”

“Wanna pay!” Yuuji whines. “Pease!”

“Quick yuuji, come here!” You beckon, but his older brother is quick to scoop up the small boy, using him as a shield. Yuuji squeals and kicks his tiny legs, and you shake your head as he holds the small boy to his chest.

“You’d never spray the innocence of a child, would you?” He faux pouts, and yuuji merely giggles at you.

You shake your head, “no. Thankfully, you’ve got long legs.” You spray his long legs with the hose, and he growls and darts yuuji down to protect his now cold, wet legs. You laugh and are swift to move the dial to ‘mist’ and you spray the both of them. This, has sukuna actually hold Yuuji still, making sure to cool off his little brother under the spray. He squirms and laughs at the little mist of water coating his body, and when your eyes flick up to sukuna, your heart flutters as you see him smiling happily rather than mischievously.

“Cold!” Yuuji chirps.

“Want me to stop?” You offer.

“No!” He shakes his head. So, you don’t. You sway the spray from side to side, coating his left then his right, all the while he flails his limbs and laughter shakes his small body. “Wanna spray su’kna!”

“What.”

“Come here!” You encourage, flashing your boyfriend an empathic smile. He groans and places yuuji down in the mud, who quickly toddles over to you and grabs the bottom of the hose. To humor his brother, he pretends to run away, faux screams of panic as you turn the dial back to shower and pass the little boy the hose. He’s quick to aim at his brother, who grits his teeth at the cold.

But, the signals in your brain cross when the water is suddenly turned to you, splashing against your skin. You yelp and turn instinctively to run, but don’t make it very far before Sukuna catches on and catches you, holding you in his big arms as Yuuji sprays you both. You shriek and writhe in his grip, receiving the bulk of the spray with your body against his.

“Karma, you fucker,” he snickers while yuuji sprays both of your torsos. You playfully bat at his chest to try and get away, but his hand comes down to grip your chin steady and pull you into a kiss. You mewl and wind your arms around his neck, the cold water stopping as you continue the affection. He pulls away, smirking. “Figured that would stop your fucking whining and screaming.”

Yuuji tosses the hose to the side, “wanna kiss! Pease! Wanna smoochie kiss!” Sukuna laughs and picks his brother up, and while you press a kiss to his cheek, Sukuna, as always, playfully bites his rosy cheek, making his brother laugh at his brother’s silliness.

“If I get you both ice cream, will you let me tan in peace?” He asks. You both instantly nod, and he rolls his eyes, “same fuckin’ brain cell, I swear.”

The sun doesn’t take long to dry all of you off, and you’re quick to load into Sukuna’s truck, listening to the radio and watching as people in their yards handle the heat- some are in their garden, others tanning much like sukuna. Some kids run through sprinklers, while others bounce a basketball in their driveways. Yuuji babbles about anything and everything, what he’s learning in school and his silly friend Kugisaki, occasionally stopping to dance to the song playing.

The ride to 7/11 is short enough, and you load out of Sukuna’s truck, far too excited for a sweet treat. Sukuna has a favorite, a lemon slush that comes in a cup, while you and Yuuji select the same ice cream every time. Sukuna doesn’t bother waiting to pay to start eating, but he does slide the bill across the countertop, and once he does, you and Yuuji dive right in.

“Have a good day!” The cashier says, and you compliment him with a ‘thank you’ and load back into Sukuna’s truck, already sticky with humidity filling the air.

You eat your ice creams in peace, fending off the sweltering heat with the treat, and all you can think about is how much you love the other two occupants in the car.

And how sticky yuuji is going to be, once he’s done.

[b-lossm]

•*+Change pt.2+*•

Caitvi x reader [just vi for this part, fluffier but still angsty]

Synopsis: wait hes.. alive? pt.1

SPOILERS FOR ACT 2!!

Its been months since you've seen Cait, or Vi. You don't even know if you three two are still together, Lately you've heard rumors about another 'Hound of the Underground' taking on the pit fighting scene with rigor. The description almost sounds like Vi, but black hair? She was always proud of her reddish pink hair.

You walk into the arena and pay the fee to get the red ticket, you notice her friend loris in the crowd and make your way over to him. After one quick conversation later and you find out what happened and that she came her to 'outrun her demons', your anger for Caitlyn boiling over but quickly simmering down once you see your girlfriend "Holy shit....." you say, admiring her appearance, her muscles somehow got bigger, and the black suited her, but you like the pink more.

Standing there she doesn't notice you at first, focus on punching this guy's jaw again, but then she hears your familiar shouting from the sidelines, at first she thought she was hallucinating you again, but then she realizes its actually you and decides to put on a show just for you.

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After her match you meet her again, hugging her softly before asking her what happened with Caitlyn even though Loris told you, you had to hear it from her "I don't wanna talk about it Sunshine, what she did made me question everything--made me question if what me and her had was even real or if she was just using me for information and my strength" oh your poor girl. You push her head into the crook of your neck "lets rest yeah? is that okay?" you don't wanna push the subject anymore, knowing that she' gonna tell you about it eventually. She cuddles into you, dropping her fists to hold you close "mph- yeah that's great Sunshine" she gives you soft kisses on your neck, missing the feeling of your skin on hers "G'night Y/n" she mumbles defeatedly "Goodnight" you kiss her forehead and rub the back of her undercut.

Before you surrender yourself to sleep you look around her small room, looking at all the discarded bottles and broken pieces of glass, noticing the beat up punching bag that has her black makeup on it, right where her eyes are 'my poor violet' you think 'what happened to us' your mind drifts to yours and hers room in your little apartment in Piltover, the nights and days you three would spend together, laughing and having fun before they had to leave.

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The next morning you both wakeup with a start, she sits up slightly to see the source of the noise only to see her.. sister? After their argument, she told the two of you Vander was somehow alive and that he needed help.

"I have to do this y/n" she says while grabbing her gauntlets "Please let me come Vi--please" you beg, not wanting to be alone again, she places her hands on your waist, leaning in for a deep kiss coming back up for air she says "I promise I'll come back, I promise you y/n, go stay with Loris for a bit and I promise you that I'll come back" she hopes that you understand, even though her sister is a crazy she it had to be serious if she wasn't trying to kill her.

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After your tearful reunion with the man, Jinx leads your little group to the outskirts of the fissures, Vi taking the time to catch you up with what happened, how she feels like her love for Cait was one sided all this time after her betrayal. Attempting to comfort her you try to reassure her that what she thinks isn't true, how she's too focused on grief and how she hit you too-- "What..?" Vi stops walking "She hit.. you too?" her anger is picking up, you can tell "umm. yeah..bu--" "No buts y/n what the fuck?? you didn't even do anything" she cuts you off obviously pissed at your guys' ex girlfriend, you sigh not wanting to talk about it "Vi can we just talk about it later" "No! this isn't oka--" she interrupts you again, then getting cut off by Jinx "We're here!!". The both of you look ahead at this weirdly pastel oasis civilization.

"we will talk about this later" she says with a huff after surrendering her gauntlets. You kiss her cheek to calm her down "Alright" you missed that little flash of red that appeared on her face whenever you did that, you miss the little flash of pink that appeared on Cait' face but you probably aren't gonna see her anytime soon.. you think

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act two will have two parts because so much happened!! tbh i kinda dont like this but whatever

[wisterialwhymsy]

lee minho ~ so tight i'd bruise you

lee minho x gn! reader song: Wild Blue Yonder wc: 4.6k (sorry) warnings: very suggestive at one point (highlighted by °˖✧✿✧˖°), numerous sex jokes (like so many), non-idol AU, they're so in love, strangers to lovers, swearing, reader gets miagranes, mentions of not great friends, they get engaged, scary films, this is so cheesy and silly a/n: red hair lino... the things i'd do for you... anyways! next installment of my The Amazing Devil series!

31st of May, 2019

The lights were so bright, each vibrant flash of RBG dizzying you further. Your head hurt, the pain throbbing in beat with the obnoxiously loud music. You tried to find an exit, some way out of this swirling mass of people, who were sticking together with sweat and spilt drinks.

You stumble around, eyes unfocused as you somehow spot the red-brick of the wall behind the bar. You make your way towards it, narrowly avoiding multiple drunk girls running towards the bathrooms.

You manage to find a seat at the bar, leaning your elbows against the bartop and closing your eyes, trying to block out the light.

“You okay?” You vaguely hear a voice quietly ask.

You blink your eyes open and once your eyes adjust, you’re met with the face of a beautiful man. His dark cherry hair complimented his glowing skin and his deep brown eyes were cat-like– sharp, slightly slanted and full of curiosity. A slight smirk rested on his rosy lips and despite his confident aura, you could see a soft pink blush dusting his neck and ears as you stared at him.

“Hello?” He asked, starling you out of your staring.

“Uh yeah.” You're interrupted by a jolt of pain in your head. “No. No I am not.” You squeeze your eyes shut.

“Oh” He says, obviously surprised by your honesty. “Do you need to go outside?”

“Mhm.” You hum, eyes still squeezed shut.

“Do you need help?” He asks, an odd softness in his voice for someone he just met.

“Uh yes please.” You said, opening your eyes again, wincing at the sudden light change.

“Okay, I will be right there, one second.” He says before rushing off.

All of a sudden he’s at your side, gently taking your elbow and guiding you towards an exit.

The rush of cold air combined with the quieting of the music and the absence of obscenely loud music immediately make you feel better- with the pain quieting down to a gentle thrum every so often.

“So are you okay? You looked really pale back there.” The boy softly asked, eyes focused on you with a mix of concern and inquisitiveness.

“Uh yeah. Migraine. Sorry. Thank you for helping, you can uh, go back if you need.” You fumble, looking to the ground to avoid his beautiful face.

“I took five so it’s all good. Plus, my boss would kill me if anything happened to a customer.” He laughs nervously. “But seriously, are you sure you’re okay?”

You shuffle, barely looking up to meet his gaze before averting your eyes again. “Uh yeah. I think so. It’s my fault, any sort of loud and flashy parties always trigger my migraines.”

“And yet your friends threw you one anyway…” He says???

“Yeah. Uh- wait, how did you know that?” You ask, making eye contact, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach.

He chuckles, “It’s a small bar, there’s only so many birthdays happening at once.”

“Oh” You laugh.” “Yeah, that makes sense.”

You, you told me I was younger (without you, I'm stronger, I'm no longer) That I was filled with wonder How wrong you were For you, I would have gone so much blonder (my lungs were pulled asunder by)

“Happy 25th Birthday by the way. You’re lucky you're still young and filled with wonder.” He says casually, leaning against the wall.

You laugh. “There’s no way you’re that much older than me.”

“Come on, you’re, what, 30? 35?” you tease, laughing at his look of mock offense.

“I’ll have you know I am 27!” he said indignantly.

“HAH! You’re less than a year older than me! Going on about how and filled with wonder, how wrong you were!” You dramatically taunt, making him laugh.

“Fine, fine you got me there.” Glancing down at his watch, his eyes widened.

“Shoot I have to go back.” he says, pushing himself off the wall. “How are you getting home?” he asks.

“Oh, I was just going to walk,” you pause, noticing his astonished look.

“Absolutely not.” He checks his watch again. “I’m off in 15 minutes. Can you wait that long? Then I’ll drive you home.” You once again notice his neck and ears growing pink, brighter this time.

You smirk, “Oh you wanna take me home?” You tease, mentally noticing how his neck and ears turn a vibrant red.

“I-” he stutters. “I just want you to get home safe or whatever.”

“Well, I appreciate it Mr. Wait what’s your name? You ask.

He smiles, “Minho.”

“Well, thank you Mr. Minho, that would be very much appreciated.” You try to hide your growing smile.

“Okay great, you wait here, I’ll see you in 15.” He says as the door swings open, the sudden assault of flashing lights and loud music makes you flinch as the pain spikes up again.

You press yourself against the wall, gasping for air as it feels like your lungs are being pulled apart. After the door closes, you take a few steadying breaths as the pain subsides. You relish in the feeling of the cold night-air enveloping your skin, the pain dissipating with each gentle breeze.

By the time Minho comes back out the pain is virtually gone, replaced with a slight buzz from the cider you’d drank earlier that evening.

“Thanks for waiting.” Minho smiles upon noticing you standing there, almost as if he was surprised you actually waited.

“Why are you thanking me, you're the one driving me home.” You laugh.

He laughs as he leads you towards his car. You gingerly sit in the passenger seat, trying to be cautious with how nice of a car it was.

“So what’s the address?” he asks as he rests his hand on the back of your seat, looking back to make his way out of the parking space.

You feel your throat dry as butterflies swarm in your stomach and you manage to stutter out your address. Whilst your eyes are fixated on your hands resting in your lap, you’re sure that you can see him smirking in the corner of your eye.

“What’s your name by the way? You never told me.” He inquires after putting your address into the car's GPS.

After you introduce yourself the two of you fall into quiet small talk before he arrives out the front of your small apartment.

“Is this it?” He asks, parking once you nod.

“Thank you so much for driving me here.” You say, before the two of you fall into an awkward silence.

“Uh, do you want to come in?” You ask, blushing furiously once you realise what you said.

If it wasn’t for the dark, you would’ve seen him blush furiously, but despite his flusteredness, he remains calm, smirking. “Sure.”

Seen that wild blue yonder and said, "Let's end this, too" So one last time, love, come and rip my clothes off Grip the bathroom rug my skin's grown so soft (Get a grip, we're grown-ups)

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Next thing you know, you’re pressed against the interior of your front door, his mouth hot and urgent against yours. As his lips trail down your neck, you grab at the blue leather jacket on his shoulders, pulling it off and letting it fall to the floor.

“Just so you know” you gasp as he kisses at your neck “I never do this.”

“Same” he murmurs, momentarily pulling back to breathe.

“No like never” You resist a whine as he pulls back.

“You’re a virgin?” he asks, eyes wide with surprise.

“Oh my god, no!” you exclaim, cheeks burning. “I just mean, I’ve never had a hookup before. I’m not… I just haven’t.”

“Oh,” he smirks, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “Then I’m honored to be your first.” He leans in, reclaiming your lips with a smile.

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1st of June, 2019

The next morning you wake up early, shocked at how well you slept. Still groggy, you move to get up, before noticing the weight of an arm draped over you and your memories from last night come flooding back.

You stand up, gently removing Minho’s arm and moving a pillow under it, careful not to wake him. You tiptoe towards the bathroom, quickly getting into the shower, sighing as the hot water hits your skin.

The shower was the one place you felt you could relax and unwind- you always used it as a way to collect your thoughts, the gentle rhythm of the water providing a backing music for your racing thoughts.

You step out of the shower, drying yourself off and reveling in the softness of your skin. You decide to make breakfast, assuming pancakes are a good bet, even if you knew absolutely nothing about the man now laying in your bed.

You’re standing there humming to yourself as you flip the final pancake, mentally preparing yourself for going to wake up and confront the man when you turn, suddenly finding yourself looking at said man.

His hair was fluffy and slightly messy from sleep and the neck of his shirt was sliding down on one side exposing his shoulder. He looked confused and you noticed the pile of his belongings in his hands.

“Oh! Good morning, I was just about to wake you.” You place the pancake down before looking back at him, his expression confused. “Are you leaving already? I thought you might want pancakes.” You try to remain casual with your words.

“I assumed you’d want me gone. I mean I wake up and you’re not there…” Minho trails off, laughing. “But pancakes sound lovely, thank you!”

“Oh no I was just hungry,” you laugh along, trying to relieve some of the awkward tensions between you two. “And I always wake up early,” you add.

“How’d you know I like pancakes?” He enquires some time later, that curious glint returning to his eyes.

“Oh, I just figured it was a safe bet.” You giggle.

“So.” Minho starts, making your heart rate spike with anxiety. “We should probably talk about, uh, this.” He gestures between the two of you.

“Oh right. Yeah, uh, sorry.” You stumble over your words, unsure as to where this was going.

“No! No, don’t apologise.” He says, squeezing your knee under the table. “I just uh- wanted to make things clear y’know.” You nod slowly.

“Um, I don’t, y’know, usually do hookups. But there’s something about you.” You look up, noticing the flush of red on his neck and ears.

“I don’t know. I just feel…” he pauses, making eye contact with you, “drawn to you.”

You feel your face heating up and you clear your throat, “Yeah, no me too.” You swallow hard.

“Like, I know we just met, but, there's something about you…” You look back into his eyes, blushing furiously at the soft look in them.

He laughs at your fluster, “I’m glad it’s not just me!”

There’s a pause for a minute or so.

“So, uh, what now?” You ask, still unsure.

“Well um, are you busy today?” Minho asks, that sly smirk back on his lips.

Let's wander 'til the fuckers demand an encore Flirting (wasn't flirting) at the back of a bookshop Come and rip off my socks like you're blasting the locks off of a bank vault (halt) This time we're done for

The two of you end up spending the day together. You walk around your local shops, grabbing a coffee together and talking about yourselves.

You find out he works as a bartender at night so that he can teach dance and volunteer at the local cat shelter during the day. He has three cats that live with his parents, but he visits them weekly and he really enjoys cooking.

In turn, you tell him about your life, what you do for work and how you ended up here. You tell him about your interests, about your friends and you find out you have a shared love for camping and reading.

The two of you visit a bookshop, one of the cute ones with a coffee shop attached. The two of you walk along the rows and rows of books, pointing out the ones you’ve read and the ones you want to.

You notice him giggling as he holds a book. “What are you doing?” You ask suspiciously as you approach him.

His giggles intensify as he tries to talk. “Ar-are you Brenna Yovanoff? Because I want to get rid of The Space Between Us.” He holds out the book in his hands, showing you a copy of The Space Between, laughing even harder at your dumbfounded expression.

“What- What the fuck” you stumble out, at a loss for words, your reaction making him double over in laughter which then led to you follow him.

You look up, immediately noticing the perfect book in front of you.

You pick it up, careful to hide the title and poke him.

“Hey, hey Minho. Are you The Giver?” You ask, flipping the book around. “Because you sure were last night…” He erupts into another fit of laughter, but you definitely notice a red tinge to his neck and ears.

“Excuse me.” A shop worker came up to the two of you. “Could you please keep it down?” She quietly asked.

“Yes. Sorry miss.” You apologise, quickly putting the books back and elbowing the still-laughing Minho before ushering him out of the shop.

“Okay that one was really good.” Minho says once the two of you have calmed down outside.

“Thank you, thank you. I know. Comedic genius right here.” You fake bow before looking into his eyes, blushing at the fondness in them.

“What are you doing tonight?” He suddenly asks.

“Um,” you pause to think, “nothing I think.”

“Do you want to get dinner together?” Minho asks, the soft pink returning to his ears as he averts his eyes from your gaze. “We could get takeout or I can cook for you?”

“I would love that.” You smile, gasping as you get an idea. “On one condition.”

Let's hide under the covers We don't know what's out there Could be wolves

“I really did not think that your ‘one condition’ would be a pillow fort.” Minho chuckles to you from his place at the stove.

“Well.” You start, pausing to run and grab more pillows. “My original idea was a movie but,” you again pause to move a chair over to create a wall. “I know you only like scary movies, and the only way I would watch a scary movie.” You pause as you struggle to pin the sheets up. “Is in a pillow fort.” You turn to the man, smiling at your successful pillow adventure.

However, you didn’t expect to find the man right in behind you, once you turned he immediately cupped your face, his hold so gentle as if he was holding the world in his hands, before kissing you softly and with so much tenderness.

After he pulled back you were almost dizzy, grabbing onto his arms to stop yourself from falling, making him smirk.

“What was that for?” You ask, confused.

“You were just really cute.” He mumbles. “So, dinner?” He pulls away, that signature smirk on his lips.

So hold me, lover, like you used to So tight I'd bruise you I'd bruise you, I'd bruise you too Every stone you threw I stood on to better see the view

23rd of November, 2024

“What did we even watch anyways?” you ask, tilting your head to look up at him, your cheek pressed against the rise and fall of his chest.

“Uhh…” He paused, his fingers pausing in your hair. “Oh! The Conjuring.”

You shiver, your body stiffening at the memory “God I forgot about that one.” You shuffle so that you’re laying on top of him now. “That one was terrifying.”

Minho laughed at the look of horror in your eyes, his hand resting gently on the side of your face. “It wasn’t that bad…” His teasing words are counteracted by his soft stroking of your cheek.

“Yes, yes it was.” You glare at him, resting your chin on his chest. “It was worth it though.”

Minho smirked teasingly, “Oh? And why was it worth it?”

You smiled, “Because it let me get closer to you.” You poke his chest.

He laughs before going back to staring at you in his typical cat-like way.

I've got something in my eye (I surrender what was) Don't you ever wonder what could have been? All those wonders sit in wait for us, we tried Try, please, try for me

“I love you so much.” He says, catching you off guard with the soft look in his eyes.

“I love you too baby.” You reach up to press a gentle kiss to his lips.

“So.” You press a soft kiss to his cheek.

“So,” you repeat, planting another on his forehead.

“So.” Your lips brush his other cheek.

“So.” This time, you kiss the tip of his nose, your tone turning lighter, teasing.

“Sooo,” you draw out, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw.

“Much.” Finally, you capture his lips in a gentle kiss, lingering just long enough to feel the warmth of his smile against yours.

Upon leaning back you’re shocked to find tears in his eyes.

“Are you okay, love?” You ask, concerned.

He quickly dries his eyes, “Yes, just uh, got something in my eye.”

“Liar.” You say lightheartedly, making him chuckle. “What’s wrong?”

“I just love you so much. I’m gonna marry you one day.” Minho murmurs before kissing you, with much more intensity this time.

You pull back, “I can’t wait.” You say before leaning back in.

Come rest for the winter, wear my jumper all night long Those songs we sung, those words we flung For fear of sound All those books that we both drowned And the candle we lit Well, we'll use it to burn this whole place to the ground I'm lost, I'm found in you

The next few weeks are a blur and the two of you spend many nights curled up together, wearing each other's jumpers and reading books together.

One night, you walk into the living room where your boyfriend was setting up for your shared reading session.

“You’re wearing my hoodie!” Minho exclaims, pointing at you as he drops a pillow.

“Yeah! Well you’re wearing mine!” You laugh.

“Only because I couldn’t find mine!” He walks up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Because you stole it.” He smirked teasingly.

“Oh hush.” You mutter, your hands rested upon his chest. “You love it.”

“I do.” He says before kissing you with a heartstopping intensity. “I really do.”

“Hey” Minho asks later, as you two are curled up reading your books. “Are you Gandalf? Because I’d blindly follow you to Mordor.”

You crack up, “Oh that was horrible!”

“Hey!” He exclaims. “I tried my best! I’d like to see you do better.”

You turn to him, suddenly serious. “I have waited my whole life for this.” He looks shocked and wary at your sudden seriousness.

“Are you Mount Doom? Because you’re hot and I’d walk across Mordor just to give you a ring.” Minho looks stunned.

“Okay that actually wasn’t b-” You cut him off.

“I’m not done.” You give him a mischievous smirk.

“Are you tall and blonde, with pointy ears?” You ask, barely holding back your laughter. “Because after I’m done with you, you’re gonna feel Legolas.” Your composure almost breaks as he giggles.

Minho's eyes light up, “Wait! I’ve got one.” He pauses to compose himself. “Was that a Middle-Earthquake? Or did you just rock my world…”

You press a hand over your mouth, trying not to laugh.

“Are you the Silmarillion? Because you’re long, hard, and impossible to read.” He says, and it takes every cell in your body not to laugh.

“Are you an orc? Because my Sting lights up whenever you’re around.” The two of you pause for a moment before you burst into hysterical laughter.

“Okay” He manages to get out between laughing fits. “That one wins.”

Hide under the covers We don't know what's out there Can't you hear that scratching? Hold me, lover, like you used to So tight I'd bruise you I'd bruise you, I'd bruise you too

1st of June, 2019

“AH!” You shriek, shocking the poor man next to you. “Something touched my foot.” You say, freezing in fear.

“Yeah my foot, dumbass.” Minho laughed at your embarrassed expression.

You pressed your face into a pillow, exasperated at your own dumbassery.

“If you’re that scared we can stop.” Minho offered, his voice soft.

You look up. “No. No. I’m fine. Just.” You paused. “Just hold me?”

You giggle internally at the soft pink blush that decorates his neck and ears.

“I- yeah. Of course.” He mumbles and the two of you shuffle around to a more comfortable cuddling position.

Later on, when you jump and bury your face in his chest in fear, he won’t tell you about how tightly you squeeze him, how his muscles ache under the pressure.

Even when he wakes up the next morning and sees the soft purple bruise painting his arm, he doesn’t regret it. Because holding you like this was worth every second.

Every brick you hurled I'll use to build this world This world, this world, this world Let's hide under the covers We don't know what's out there Could be all our demons, darling

14th of December, 2024

“What are we watching this time?” You ask, curling up in Minho’s arms within your makeshift pillow fort- something that had become a weekly tradition.

“I was thinking of The Conjuring.” He teases, laughing as you smack his arm.

“Absolutely not.” You pout.

“Hmm. Fine. How about…” he hums, “Smile.”

You turn to glare at him, huffing. “Never. In a million years. Ever.”

“Okay, okay.” He laughs, “How about you go get snacks and I’ll choose something less scary.”

You look at him suspiciously, “You promise it won’t be scary?”

“I promise.” He says, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before ushering you out of the pillow fort.

A few minutes later you re-enter the pillow fort, shooting your boyfriend a cautious glance as you walk in on your knees.

“So, what’d you choose?” You ask, gently placing the snacks down.

“I was thinking we would watch The Proposal.” Minho says, a mischievous smirk on his face.

You turn your head towards him suddenly in surprise. “What? Why? You hate rom-coms.”

Minho giggles, “Because…” he manages to shuffle so that he’s on one knee in front of you, reaching to grab something from his back pocket.

“No fucking way.” You murmur, tears springing to your eyes as he laughs.

He pulls out a black box, the velvet glinting in the dim light as he opens it to reveal an intricate gold ring. It has two golden lines that gracefully twirl around the exterior before stopping at symmetrical filigree swirls. These filigree swirls surround the centre of the ring, which showcases a deep purple gem, surrounded by 4 dark-blue gems, which combined with the swirling filigree are placed to make it look like a 4 four-pointed star.

“Oh baby… It’s beautiful.” You say, trying your hardest to not let your tears slip out.

“My love. The light of my life. I love you so, so much. You are my world. You saved me, when I felt that I was lost and I feel like I’m found in you. You make me laugh, you’re so funny and you’re so extremely kind and loving, even when we fight. You’re so thoughtful, and always know just what to do to help. You are perfect in every way and there is no one else I’d ever even think of wanting to spend my life with.” He paused to blink the tears out of his eyes as you tried to stop the tears rolling down your face. “I love you more than life itself, without you I am nothing more than all my demons. Will you do the honour of marrying me?” He smiles at you gently as a tear rolls down his face.

“Yes. Yes! Yes. Absolutely yes.” You exclaim, pressing soft kisses on his lips that are now wet with both of your tears. He wraps his arms around your waist, careful with the ring and brings you close to him, kissing you with such dizzying intensity that it makes your heart shatter and the piece itself back together.

“I love you.” You pause, pressing another kiss to his lips as you hold his face in your hands. “So much.” You press a dozen more kisses to his lips before you finally break apart for long enough for him to place the ring on your finger.

“It’s so pretty…” You sniffle. “Thank you jagiya.” He smiles, before kissing you again.

“I love you, nae sarang.” He presses a soft kiss to your forehead as he holds you close.

Hold me, lover, like you used to So tight I'd bruise you I'd bruise you, I'd bruise you

Later, the two of you are cuddled up in your pillow fort, peacefully basking in each other's love, warmth and comfort. He laid behind you, chin resting on your shoulder with his arms and legs wrapped around you, gently running his fingers over the ring now adoring your enclosed hands.

“Sometimes, I just get the overwhelming urge to squish you. You’re just so cute.” You murmur to him, leaning back so you can see his face.

His eyes widen as he sees your hand slowly inching towards his face. “What are you doing…?”

“Nothing…” You say, mesmerized by his cuteness, gently reaching out and squeezing his cheeks together.

“What the fuck?” He asked, so genuinely confused.

“Cutie.” You whisper before remembering the ring on your finger and giggling. “My cutie.”

So hide under the covers We don't know what's out there Could be ghosts or monsters or a robot-vampire, I don't know Hold me, lover, like you sued to So tight I'd bruise you I'd bruise you, I'd bruise you I'd bruise you, I'd bruise you

1 week later

The two of you are at Minho’s parents house for Christmas. Despite this change in routine you still manage to create a pillow fort on the floor of his childhood room, the two of you watching another scary movie on his laptop.

You notice a strange rustling from just outside the fort.

“What the fuck was that?” You whisper, terrified as you turn towards Minho.

“It’s definitely the cat.” He says.

“Or ghosts. Or monsters.” You whisper back, terrified.

“Or a robot vampire?” He teases, his eyebrow raising in his signature way as you slap his arm.

Suddenly a grey striped paw reaches into your pillow fort.

“Dori!” You exclaim, beckoning the soft grey cat over.

“Told you so.” He mutters, leaning his head on your shoulder.

Dori promptly struts into the pillow fort, quickly laying down in your lap in a purring, fluffy pile.

“She likes you.” Minho smiles, and if it was any brighter in your little stow-away, you’d notice him looking at you as though you created the stars themselves and hung them for his cats to play with. He looks at you with so much genuine love and admiration that if you had seen it, you would’ve melted into a pile alongside Dori.

Rather than try and express this love to you with words, Minho simply wraps his arms around you, careful to not disturb Dori, and pulls you close to him. He hopes to someday get close enough to you that you can feel his adoration seep from his body to yours.

Until then, he’ll settle for holding you tight—so tight that you worry there will be soft purple bruises on your skin by morning. But you don’t mind, because little does he know, you feel his love every time he touches you.

This is a work of fiction, based entirely on my personal perception of him, and does not reflect his actual character or actions.

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The Family Business Ch. 10

WandaNat x Reader

Word count: 3.4k

Ch.Notes: no notes this ch

Summary: Natasha and Wanda have a talk about their feelings for you. After that emotional conversation they meet you at the hospital to visit Dragos.

An: If I were to say things get more real next chapter how would you feel...

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The rest of the work day drags for Natasha and Wanda. Both women having other things on their mind. However, with Kate and Y/n out of the office on a hectic day like this, they couldn’t afford to dwell too much.

“Sestra, can we call it a day? I've never taken this many calls in my life,” Pietro barges into his sisters office.

“If you want to go home, then go,” she waves her hand dismissively at him.

“What’s got you so snappy?”

When Wanda’s eyes meet Pietro she’s glaring at him, “If you haven’t noticed I’m trying to run the company our father built on my own.”

Pietro raises his brow, “On your own? Discrediting my work is normal for you, but to act as if Y/n wasn’t running this place last night is bullshit.”

“Well she’s not here now,” Wanda mumbles under her breath.

“Why? Where is she?”

Wanda can’t hide the small clench in her jaw, “Kate took her home. She wasn’t feeling well.”

“She’s in good hands sestra if that’s what's worrying you,” Pietro tries to console her.

Wanda doesn’t want to speak about it any further, “I’m going to see papa whenever I’m done with this do you want to come?”

The way that Pietro's goofy features turn serious never cease to amaze Wanda, “I can’t tonight, I have a date.”

Wanda rolls her eye, “You’d rather get laid than see our father?”

Pietro shakes his head, “No, but this isn’t just some girl. I want this to be serious and I can’t afford to stand her up.”

The red head is slightly surprised, but she nods along, “I’ll tell him about it, I bet he’d be glad to hear you taking something seriously for once.”

He chuckles a bit before going quiet. He looks at Wanda similar to the way a needy child looks at their parent.

“Do you think he’ll wake up?”

“He has too,” the words are heavy as they leave her lips. She has a small smile placed on her face as she continues, “Mama will kill him if he doesn't.”

“Don’t work too hard sestra,” he speaks sincerely taking his leave.

“Enjoy your date,” Wanda says as he walks out of the door.

When he leaves she lets out a heavy sigh. For the first time today she lays her head down on her desk, exhaustion starting to plague her.

Thoughts of her responsibilities as the person in charge rain down on her. This was the end goal that she wanted, but never at this great of cost. She wished her father would wake up and reclaim his place because she didn’t feel ready.

She was focusing as hard as she could, but her mind always strays to her brother’s best friend. Your delicate skin pressing against hers in the morning or the strong arms that wrapped around her waist, or those doe eyes that she could sense staring at her.

Wanda debates for a moment before pulling out her cell phone and dialing the girl. It rings for a while before there's finally an answer.

“Hello.”

“Hey, little krolik. I just wanted to check on you. Nat told me you went home today,” Wanda keeps her tone level.

You sigh on the other end of the line, “I’m ok. I think I just got a little overwhelmed. I’m sorry for stepping out, I know that's not how we do business.”

“It’s no different than me leaving yesterday. This line of work takes a toll on you.”

She can’t see it, but you nod, “I’m feeling better now. I still want to go see pa- Dragos. Maybe I could have Kate drop me off and I’ll meet you two there?”

“You’re with Kate?” Wanda can’t stop herself from asking the question.

“Yeah she took me home and decided to keep me company,” you say nonchalantly.

“I could’ve taken you,” Wanda tries to play it cool.

You disagree with her, “I didn't want to bother you while you were working. It was a hectic day, truth be told I didn't even want to leave.”

Wanda’s tone is strong as she speaks, “I will never be too busy for you Y/n.”

“Wanda-”

“I mean it. I know I’m supposed to move past it, but I missed a lot while I was gone. I couldn’t be there for you like I wanted to. Now that I’m back I’d like to be there for you as much as I can. I still want to be the one you lean on,” Wanda let herself be vulnerable with you.

You were taken aback by her admission. It felt like it was impossible for you to come up with a response. It wasn’t like she was saying something you hadn't heard from her before, but her words felt heavier somehow.

“I know you'll be there for me, Wanda . You don't have to prove it.”

Wanda frowns lightly, “I’m not trying to prove anything. I’m just- it’s hard knowing I’m not the first person you come to when you’re in need. I know you've grown out of needing people for the most part, but I don’t know. I’m not making any sense. Nat and I will meet you at the hospital.”

Wanda doesn't give you a chance to respond as she hangs up the phone. She scolds herself about how needy she sounded during the call.

“I think I’m finished up for today, whenever you’re ready to go,” Natasha strolls into the office.

Wanda stares at the computer screen for a moment, “I should be ready in half an hour.”

Natasha plops down on the couch of her wife’s office. It’s silent for a moment until Nat shifts on the couch which makes noise fill the office.

“So, do you want to talk about it?”

“ About what?” Wanda keeps her attention on the screen.

“What I said about being jealous of Kate?”

Wanda’s brow furrows, “Not particularly.”

Natasha strides over to the woman’s desk chair and places herself in Wanda’s lap. Wanda’s arms loop around the woman’s waist holding her in place.

“We need to talk about this moya lyubov,” the spy places gentle kisses on the base of Wanda’s neck.

The other woman whines, “Why?”

“Because we’re married and you’re in love with Y/n,” Natasha states plainly.

Wanda rolls her eyes, “You were jealous too.”

Natasha nods, “I was and I don’t have a problem admitting it.”

Wanda’s face buries itself in the crook of Natasha’s neck, “So what does this all mean?”

“I like her too,” Natasha states bluntly.

“ I don’t want to lose you,” Wanda’s voice is small as she speaks to her wife.

Natasha softly places her hand on Wanda’s chin, forcing their eyes to meet, “You will never lose me Wanda. I married you because I’m completely, utterly, madly in love with you. That feeling hasn’t gone anywhere.”

“I love you too,” Wanda’s eyes shine as they bore into Natasha’s.

“ I think we should think about what it would be like to add Y/n into our relationship dynamic,” Natasha speaks, but it sounds like a question.

Wanda tenses briefly, “I can admit that I have feelings for Y/n, but I don’t know if I can act on these feelings Nat.”

“Why not?”

Wanda closes her eyes, “I’ve known her too long, Nat. She’s the same age as my little brother, not to mention she's his best friend. If she doesn’t feel the same way, this will ruin everything.”

“Detka-”

“I don’t know if it’s better or worst that we both want her. How would we even tell her Natasha? I don’t want to lose anymore time with her,” Wanda begins to get emotional.

Natasha cups her wife’s face in both of her hands, “Baby, I know you’re scared. This is scary, I’ve never been in a situation like this, I don’t have all the answers. All I know is that you love her and I think I could too. We’ve spent so much of our lives sacrificing for others, but I’m ready to sacrifice something for my own sake, aren’t you?”

“I am, but not at the expense of my relationship Y/n. I just got her back, Natasha. I’m not saying I never want to tell her, but I can’t do this now,” Wanda tries to turn her head away from her wife.

Natasha doesn’t let her, but instead places a soft kiss on her wife’s lips. Wanda relaxes under Natasha’s touch, feeling all of the stress of the day seeping out of her body.

“ Don’t hide from me, Wanda. I want you to share your feelings, I won’t ever judge you,” Natasha whispers against the taller woman’s lips.

“I don’t want to disappoint you. I know you’re ready but-”

Natasha shakes her head, “It’s not just about me, it’s about us. I don’t want to push you to do anything you aren’t ready for. If you want to pursue Y/n, I’m with you, but if you don’t, I'm still with you.”

Wanda nods softly, “I want to, but I- I need time.”

Natasha kisses her again, “Whenever you’re ready baby. Now finish up so we can go.”

“You’re not going to move?” Wanda questions her wife.

Natasha lets out an exasperated sigh, “ You can’t work around me?”

Wanda scoots herself into the desk. She slightly pushes Natasha to press into her further. The spy’s head is in the nape of Wanda’s neck.

“I can and if I’m being honest it’s my preferred method of doing work,” Wanda begins to focus on the computer again.

She works diligently with her wife in her lap. Having Natasha there makes her work go by a little faster and feel a lot less stressful. She finishes up within the hour.

Once she’s done Wanda shoots a text to Y/n saying that they were headed to the hospital. The girl replies saying she’ll meet them there.

Natasha drives, one hand on the wheel and the other holds Wanda’s hand. Her thumb caresses the back of the passengers hand trying to provide comfort, knowing that this was not an easy task for her.

Wanda had only visited her father once. She hated seeing him in such a fragile state. It almost didn't feel like he was her father. He couldn’t be the same man that took her to the city fair, the same mam that placed flowers in her hair, the man that invested his entire life in her dreams, it couldn’t be. This wasn’t the man that kept her safe from her nightmares, because looking at him in this state was beginning to feel like one.

When they arrived they went inside the building.

“If you don’t tell me what room he is in you won't live to the end of the week to regret it,” you argue with the receptionist.

Kate’s behind you her hand resting on your shoulder trying to pull you out of the conflict.

“Is there a problem here?” Natasha speaks up first.

“It’s family only mam, one more outburst and I will have security throw you out,” the receptionist said causing a vein to pop in your neck.

“Nothing that concerns you,” the receptionist snaps at the spy.

You interrupt, “You don't talk to her like that.”

Before things escalate any further Wanda slams her hand on the receptionist’s desk with her card under her palm.

“Now tell me what room my father is in, “ Wanda’s eyes look fiery as she stared at the receptionist.

The receptionist looks at the card her eyes go wide, “Terribly sorry for the mix up Mrs. Maximoff, didn’t know she was in your company.”

Wanda peers down at the receptionist, “You’re lucky I’m feeling generous today. I don't ever want to hear you address either of these ladies in a disrespectful manner again.”

“Yes, Mrs. Maximoff sorry about that. It won’t happen again. He’s in room 286,” the receptionist looked ten sizes smaller.

You can’t help but give the woman a death glare as you head towards the elevator. Kate stops you on the way.

“I’m going to head home are you going to be alright?” Her eyes subtly glance in Wanda and Natasha’s direction.

“I’ll be fine Katie,” you reassure her.

“Ok just checking. Text me later and make sure you're taking care of yourself,” Kate pulls you into a tight hug.

The sound of someone clearing their throat ends your hug with the doe eyed girl. Kate smiles at you upon the release of the hug, she then waves goodbye, leaving you with the married couple.

“And you’re sure you and Kate aren’t dating?” Wanda can’t help, but comment.

You roll your eyes, “Positive, Katie and I are just friends.”

“What did you do after you left work ?”

You all pile into the elevator as you answer, “Nothing really. We just watched some tv and ordered some food. How was it at the office?”

Wanda goes to answer but Natasha stops her, “No work talk out of the office.”

“Well then what are we going to talk to Dragos about?” You attempt to joke in hopes of brightening the mood.

“ You can call him Papa you know?” Wanda takes her time looking at you.

“I know-”

She cuts you off, “Mama too.”

You nod to yourself, “I know, it’s just not my normal.”

Natasha speaks up, “It honestly feels like you’re fighting against their names when you say them. Mama and Papa sound natural coming from you."

“It feels like they are my parents.”

“They are,” Wanda grabs onto your hand as you approach Dragos’ room.

The air feels different when you enter the room. It’s hard to look at him in such a state. He lies still on the hospital bed with machinery hooked up to him. There are less machines than originally, but still too many in your eyes.

Flora sits by the side of the bed with her hand in his. The view is somber, it takes nearly everything in you not to cry. Almost as if she can sense the tension building in your body, Wanda squeezes your hand.

“How’s he been Mama?” Wanda’s moved closer to her mother’s side, dragging you with her.

“The same, but the doctors are saying that's a good thing for now at least,” she sighs heavily.

“And how are you Mama?” You ask looking over the woman’s features.

Flora sends you a small smile, “I’m tired sweetheart, but I’ll live.”

“Have you been going home?” Wanda questions further.

“To shower and change clothes.”

Wanda’s voice takes a stern tone, “Mama, you need to rest.”

The older woman shakes her head, “I can't leave him for too long.”

“He wouldn’t want you spending all your time here,” you say softly.

“It’s not about what he wants for once. If he didn’t want me here he would’ve listened when I told him going to meet Fisk alone was a bad idea,” she glares at her sleeping husband.

“I’ll have his head for this,” Wanda gets agitated at the mention of Kingpin.

“Blowing up the ports wasn’t enough?” Flora comments.

“Power move, just to prove that there are no cracks in our business affairs,” Wanda’s jaw sets.

Flora looks at her daughter, “He’s not going to take this lying down.”

“I know.”

You squeeze Wanda’s hand to reassure her, “ We’ll be ready for him."

Flora lets out a sad laughter, “You sound just like him Y/n.”

“ That’s a compliment for the ages. I hope I could be half of the person he is,” your gaze falls into your lap.

“You already are. You kids have always made us both so proud.”

You desperately want to ask more about Dragos’ condition, but you refrain. The conversation stays light as you reminisce about the man.

Natasha doesn't say much, but her presence does provide someone to share with. She's hearing most things about her father-in-law for the first time. She's getting a good look into the man he is.

She pays attention to the way you and Wanda both light up when sharing stories. It warms her heart to see the two of you looking genuinely happy for the first time in weeks.

When it’s time to go the mood drops a bit, but not too much. It’s when Natasha goes to follow Wanda and Y/n out of the room when Flora stops her.

“You make sure they're taking care of themselves,” Flora hugs the redhead and whispers in her ear.

Natasha nods, “I will Mrs.Maximoff.”

They head home after that, exhaustion finally catching up to them.

A small dilemma plagues your mind when you get home. Part of you wishes to go with Wanda and Natasha into their apartment where you know you can get a good night's rest. The other part of you tells you that you shouldn't make it a habit. It's a lose-lose situation.

Begrudgingly you decide to go to your own apartment.

“I’ll see you guys later,” you try and give a small goodbye.

Wanda grabs your forearm, “You can come over tonight, if you need to. No matter the time. Alright, little krolik?”

Your eyes shift over to Natasha who smile, showing agreement with her wife, “The door is always open for you.”

You struggle to keep your composure, “Thanks, I’ll keep it in mind.”

Your house feels extra empty as you enter. The weight of the day sets into your system. Getting ready for bed seems pointless as you know you won’t be getting any sleep.

Staring at the ceiling seems different, knowing that across the hall was the woman that you had spent your teen years pining over. Yet, knowing that she could love you didn’t make your heart flutter like it was supposed to. It sent an anxiety running through your chest.

You knew that she was probably curled up in the bed next to her wife. Her drop dead gorgeous, kind hearted, Russian spy, wife. A woman in a league of her own, in her own right.

The thought didn’t make you jealous, but it had an adverse effect on you. You wanted to be there, to be involved, to be a part of what they had.

You groan placing a pillow over your head in a dull effort to quiet your thoughts.

Your phone rings on the dresser and you pick it up, and mumble a hello with the pillow still over your head.

“Come over.”

“Natasha?”

There’s a hum over the line, “Yes, are you coming or do I need to come get you?”

You shuffle out of the bed, keeping the phone to your ear, “Is something wrong?”

“Well-"

She’s cut off by her wife, “Come to bed little krolik. I need the extra warmth.”

Natasha chuckles, “Wanda refuses to sleep in your absence. She’s getting a little grumpy.”

“ I’m not grumpy. Tell her to hurry,” Wanda argues with Natasha.

This makes your heart flutter like it’s supposed to, “Are you sure it’s ok Nat?”

“ Lisichka I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want you back in our bed.”

You feel a blush take over your features as you exit your home.

“ Ok, open the door,” you murmur and it takes no time for the spy to let you into her home.

Natasha looks exhausted as she grabs you by the arm and drags you wordlessly to the bedroom.

Wanda’s already in the bed and when she sees you she does a grabbing motion towards you. You shake your head before climbing into the bed. She wraps her arm around your waist and snuggles closer to you.

“You sleep here now. It’s better for all of us,” She mumbles against your skin.

“Ok,” you don’t fight her on it, knowing she’d probably forget in the morning.

You look up at Natasha shyly. She still stands over the bed. In a similar fashion to Wanda, you stick out your arms for her.

Natasha grins as she climbs into your arms. You carefully drape your arm over the spy, resting your hand against her flat stomach.

For the second night in a row you find yourself comfortable in their bed. You all think about how you shouldn’t indulge in this feeling, scared it won’t last.

It’s like the couple can read your mind. Wanda’s hold on you tightens and Natasha turns to face you. They keep you safe in their embrace and the thoughts in your head quiet.

No one says anything, but you all feel it. There’s a shift in your relationship and you won’t be able to ignore it for much longer.

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[thatgirlstrawberry]

How to Lie to a Behavior Analyst

Feb. Requests-4

In which Spencer and Y/N are dating and it’s great but the only problem is… she’s Rossi’s daughter

Warnings: semi-smutty scenes, dirty talkin… fluff, lying, horny!Spencer, spence being reckless and reader being scared 💀

Spencer Reid x fem!rossi!reader

All parts of this are up on my pinned masterlist!

“Ohmygod, Spencer!” Y/N giggled as she inspected his face. She sat on his lap, touching his skin where she had noticed a bruise.

“I know…” He groaned.

Y/N eyes flickered up to his. “And you didn’t think to tell me that the guy beat your ass before you knocked him out?” She said, talking about the unsub from the last case Spencer was on.

Spencer rolled his eyes. “Okay baby, first of all, he did not beat my ass. He punched me once before I hit him with a crowbar. And second, can we stop talking about creepy psychopaths so I can fuck you?” He asked watching her face turn red.

Y/N kissed his lips and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. His hands found her hips naturally and he kissed her back, rubbing his thumbs over the hip bones. Now, this process would have moved a lot slower had she still had pants on but the moment Spencer got to her apartment he took them off of her. Now she was just left in a pair of her underwear and a loose t-shirt.

She moaned as one hand slid from her hip and between her legs, rubbing softly. She pulled away from his lips and hid her face in his shoulder, breathing heavily.

His lips found her neck as he kept rubbing, chuckling at how wet she was and he had just started touching her. “You miss me while I was gone, baby?” He asked into her skin.

She nodded, a whine leaving her lips. “I missed you and those hands of yours.”

Spencer smirked and helped her sit back up so he could look at her face. “What about my di-“

His words were cut off by the sound of one of their phones ringing. He groaned and held onto her ass, not wanting to stop trying to make her feel good. Y/N kissed his lips and crawled off of him, smiling at the fact that his hand stayed on her ass as long as it could before she was out of reach.

She looked on her bedside table and groaned when she realized that her father was calling her. “It’s mine.”

Y/N cleared her throat and picked it up. “Hey, dad!” She smiled, glancing back at Spencer who pressed his lips together and widened his eyes.

“Good morning, Y/N/N my beautiful.” He spoke. He sounded extra cheery this morning.

Spencer climbed up next to her and placed his hand on her thigh. She glared at him with her eyes but smiled with her lips. “What’s up, dad?”

Somehow, Spencer ended up laying between her legs pressing soft kisses on the insides of her thighs. Y/N dropped her mouth open wanting to moan so badly.

“I’m having a dinner on Saturday night and I want you to be there.” Rossi said. “Uncle Hotch wants to see you. So does the rest of the team.”

Spencer looked up at her, smirking and nodding as he continued to tease her. She grabbed his hair and pulled it harshly trying to get him to stop with a smile on her face.

He did not stop. In fact, his lips turned into his tongue, licking and biting the insides of her thighs. His hands grabbed the outsides, squeezing roughly.

“Y-yeah! I would love to come.” She replied, her mouth falling open when his lips got closer.

Closer… closer… closer—

“Sweetie?”

Y/N snapped out of her thoughts. “Sorry, dad. Got a little uh… distracted. What did you say?”

Rossi chuckled on the other end. “Uh I know you’ve got this… crush on Reid but…”

“Sorry— what? You’re breaking up.” Y/N furrowed her brows.

“I said I don’t want you to have a crush on—“

“Whoa— sorry dad. I can’t hear you. I have something in the oven that’s gonna burn— gotta go. Bye, love you!”

She hung up the phone, tossed it somewhere and shut her eyes. Spencer propped himself up on his elbows and smiled at her. “You have a crush on me?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I’m gonna kill you.”

Spencer chuckled and swiftly flipped them over so she was hovering over his face. “By sitting on my face?” He quirked an eyebrow. “I’m okay with that.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.

It was Thursday morning and Y/N though she would stop by her dad’s office and bring everyone donuts.

She walked through with the box and smiled at the people who greeted her. She walked into the bullpen, Derek spotting her first.

“Hey, Rossi Junior!” He called out. “Good to see you, girl.” He smiled as he hugged her. “Even better to see you with food.” He kissed her cheek as the other started walking over to them. Derek took the box from her and set it down on one of the desks.

Rossi and Hotch walked up side by side and Spencer behind them with JJ and Garcia. “Hi, sweetie.”

“Hi, daddy.” She smiled as he kissed both of her cheeks.

Hotch gave her a hug and greeted her swiftly. Garcia squealed as she hugged Y/N and rocked her back and forth. “Ugh! I haven’t seen this beautiful baby face in so long!” She said squeezing the woman.

“Pen— can’t… breathe.” Penelope apologized and let her go, pinching her cheek and going to see what kind of donuts she brought.

JJ and Emily hugged her next and then it got to Spencer. She glanced at his sexy face before nodding at him, knowing that he doesn’t really like physical contact.

It was crazy because she was sitting on his face not too long ago.

“So what brings you by, Y/N/N?” Derek asked, chewing on a glazed donut.

Y/N walked over leaning against a desk next to her dad who wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “Oh, I was just on my way to work and I realized how much I missed you all so I brought you donuts and myself.” She smiled, motioning to both things.

She could swear she felt Spencer’s eyes on her. They usually were.

“Aw that’s sweet.” Emily smiled.

Y/N nodded. “I should really get going now.” She kicked off of the desk. “But I’m gonna go use the bathroom first.” She added.

Rossi rubbed her arm. “We’ll be in the round table room briefing so we’ll see you Saturday.”

Y/N smiled, kissing her father’s cheek. “See you all Saturday.”

They all said their goodbyes and she walked towards the bathroom.

When she got in there she smiled and waited by the door. A few moments later there were three knocks and she opened the door, quickly pulling her boyfriend in.

Desperate lips met hers and she reached behind him to lock the door as she kissed him. “I missed you.” She said in between kisses.

Spencer chuckled. “You saw me yesterday.” He smiled as her kisses grew deeper.

She hummed. “I wanna see you all day, every day.” She spoke, pulling away from him with a small pout on her lips. “How’d you get away from them?” She asked.

“I told them my mom called.” He whispered, pecking her lips. He gasped in shock when she hit his shoulder.

“Don’t use your mom to lie, Spencer that’s not nice!” She shook her head.

Spencer tilted his head to the side. “Would you rather me have told them that I was coming to make out with you or…” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Whatever, get back out there. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She giggled, pushing him away gently.

Spencer shook his head. “No, you’ll see me tonight.”

She gave him a sweet smile. “Yours or mine?”

The man caressed her cheek gently. “Mine. I’m gonna cook you dinner with all of the fun kitchen gadgets you made me buy.”

Y/N scoffed. “Spence, you didn’t even have a can opener!” She patted his chest and laughed.

He chuckled and kissed her once, twice, three times before she pushed him away. “Go before they get suspicious.” She whispered.

Spencer reluctantly pulled away and unlocked the bathroom door, slipping out discreetly and leaving Y/N to stand there with a warm smile on her face.

.•.•.•.•.•.

It was Saturday night and Spencer watched Y/N try on four different dresses from his spot in his bed.

They would leave from the same place but take different cars so it wasn’t suspicious. Spencer would take the longer way there and Y/N wold take the short cut.

“I don’t know, I think I like the blue one.” She said, turning so she could see the back in the mirror. She had on a blue satin dress that had a little bow on the back.

Spencer bit his lip. “Yeah… I definitely like the blue one too.” He said, looking at where the neckline swooped down.

“Stop looking at my boobs and come zip me up, please.” He rolled his eye with a smile and slid off the bed, walking up behind her and slowly lifting the zipper, stopping right before it was at the end.

“Are you sure I can’t unzip you?” He asked. “We’ve got thirty minutes and with the way you look, I only need five.” He dipped his head down, kissing her neck.

Y/N’s shoulders raised and she hummed. “You can take the dress off me when we get back here after dinner.” She said, planting her hand in his hair. “I can’t get all messed up. The they’ll know we’re together.”

Spencer groaned and wrapped an arm around the front of her, swiping his thumb across her red lips. “I can’t wait to see this pretty little makeup all smudged.” He said lowly into her ear. Her mouth dropped open and her chest heaved.

She wrapped her lips around his thumb and shut her eyes, her tongue swirling around it. He groaned. “I honestly don’t think I could ever get it up for anyone else.”

Y/N smirked and popped his thumb out of her mouth. “Change your tie. It’s the same color as my dress. We’re gonna look like we’re going to freakin’ prom together.”

Spencer rolled his eyes and stalked over to his closet.

.•.•.•.•.•.

Spencer arrived at Rossi’s 20 minutes after Y/N. She was chatting with Garcia and JJ over a glass of wine. She looked so pretty laughing and smiling.

“Hey, kid!” Rossi greeted, snapping him out of his trance. He smiled at the man. “There’s wine in the dining room, dinner will be done soon.”

“Great.” He smiled.

He was about to make his way to the dining room but Garcia called his name. “Boy Wonder! Over here!”

He stopped and sighed before turning to them with a smile. Y/N smiled at him, crossing her arms and sipping her wine.

“Soooooo, what are you doing for your birthday this year?” The blonde asked, grinning.

Hopefully getting my dick sucked. “Uh…” He shrugged. “I think I’m just gonna take my mom out to dinner and go buy some more books.” He nodded.

Derek came up behind him, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “Uh, no.” He shook his head. “You can do the mom thing just no books, you nerd.” He spoke. “I’m taking you to a strip club.”

Y/N’s breath hitched and she slid her tongue across her teeth. Spencer glanced at Garcia before looking at his girlfriend. Hotch and Rossi joined their circle.

“Uh… I’m okay, actually. I’d rather just stay home.” He nodded, sticking his hands in his pockets.

Derek scoffed. “Why? You got a girl or something?” Spencer tired and successfully avoided glancing at Y/N and shook his head shrugging.

“No, I just… don’t really wanna go see a bunch of naked girls.” I only wanna see one naked girl.

Emily snorted. “What planet are you from? What man doesn’t want to see a bunch of naked girls dancing around, swinging their hoo-has in your face?”

“Swinging?” Y/N grimaced. “What strip clubs have you been to?” She laughed.

Emily scoffed. “The good kind.”

Garcia shook her head. “Okay— anyway, I think Reid has a girlfriend, who’s with me?” She raised her hand.

Everyone including Y/N raised their hands. She pressed her tongue to the bottom of her mouth to keep from laughing.

Spencer rolled his eyes. “Guys I don’t have a girlfriend.” He said, pulling his hand out of his pocket.

“Why is your thumb red?” JJ asked, nodding at his hand.

Y/N pressed her lips together and looked at the ground.

Spencer opened his mouth but shut it again. “I was making Kool-Aid earlier and that stuff stains like a bitch.”

Y/N sighed and shook her head slightly. Literally everyone on this room knows I live off of Kool-Aid. Literally had a Kool-Aid man themed birthday part, I am so obsessed.

She looked back up to meet her father’s stare. Y/N/N, Can you help me with the Carbonara?” He asked, nodding his head to the kitchen.

She swallowed and nodded, putting a smile on her face. She glanced at Spencer before following her father into the kitchen.

“Ooh, It smells good, dad.” She hummed, hoping that he wouldn’t try and talk to her about what all the awkwardness with Spencer was about.

“I remember when you were a little girl and you first learned how to make it with me.” He smiled, leaning against the counter on his palms.

Her phone buzzed in her bag and she took it out quickly.

Dick Dealer💘

How to lie to a behavior analyst: Don’t maintain excessive eye contact, keep your voice even, say my name if you refer to me, don’t fidget— I love you

She inhaled deeply and slid her phone back in her bag, setting it on the counter. “I love cooking with you, dad.” She smiled.

Rossi nodded towards his spice organizer and she walked over grabbing the black pepper and garlic powder.

“Can you be honest with me for a moment, sweetie?” He asked as she sprinkled the seasonings in. She glanced at him.

“Yeah, always.” She shrugged, smiling.

He walked around the kitchen island and sighed. “Are you… involved with Spencer Reid?”

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and looked at him, her lips quirking up. “What? No, of course not.”

Rossi nodded. “I just… I just noticed some weird stuff back in there. The way you got… jealous when Derek mentioned taking Spencer to a— his birthday plans.” He grimaced.

Y/N laughed a little, trying to keep her voice even. She looked at her dad, making eye contact with him. “Well, like you said you did figure out that I have a crush on Spencer. I was just jealous about that.” She shrugged.

Rossi nodded. “A-and I’ve noticed how weird it is that you seemingly ignore him when we’re all together. What’s up with that?”

Y/N scoffed. “God, dad. Do I need a lawyer or something? Why are you grilling me?”

The father sighed. “You’re right. I’m sorry, I’m just a little protective.”

His daughter smiled and looked back down at the pot she was stirring. “No, it’s okay. I get it but there’s nothing going on between Spencer and I.”

He smiled and kissed her head. “I’ve got it from here if you wanna go back out with your friends.”

Y/N bit her lip. “I think I’ll stay here with you. We need to catch up. How’s Crystal?”

.•.•.•.•.•.

At dinner, Spencer sat across the way from his girlfriend. He was sitting beside Rossi so there was no way he could see the looks that he was giving Y/N.

He was mostly giving her worried looks because she wasn’t making eye contact with him at all.

Once dinner was done, she stuck around to help clean up. Spencer bit his lip as he left the Rossi household, glancing at Y/N through the window before getting in his car and driving home where he would meet Y/N.

.•.•.•.

“Fuck!” Y/N panted and rolled off of him. Spencer gripped her hips even as she collapsed on the bed beside him, squeezing his eyes shut.

She shut her eyes and bit her lip, scooting forward to wrap her legs around his waist and laying her head on his chest. “M’sleepy, Spence.” She mumbled.

“So what did you and your dad talk about?” He asked, rubbing her skin.

Y/N popped her eyes back open. “Are you really asking me about my dad not even thirty seconds after I rode your dick?” She grimaced.

Spencer chuckled. “M’sorry, baby.” He kissed her head. “I just— you got all weird during dinner. You weren’t even looking at me.”

Y/N sighed. “He just asked me if I was ‘involved’ with you. I denied it, of course but I’m still not sure that he fully believes me.” She shrugged. “Did he say something to you?”

Spencer shook her head. “Nope.”

Y/N bit her lip. “Good.” She pressed her forehead into Spencer’s chest again and kissed it. “I’m going to sleep unless you wanna go again?” She smirked.

“You horn dog. Go to sleep.” He chuckled. “I love you.”

Y/N hummed and giggled sleepily. “I love you.”

An hour later Spencer was still awake, running his fingertips across the bare skin of Y/N’s back gently as she slept. His phone buzzed on the bedside table and he sighed, pausing his movements and reached over to grab it.

Rossi

I know she thinks you two are hiding it well. I’ll let you get away with it for now. You hurt my daughter, I shoot you in the face.

Spencer’s eyes widened and he almost groaned loudly had Y/N not been asleep on his chest.

He gulped and put his phone down deciding that he wouldn’t tell Y/N that her dad knew about them until it was a problem.

Which even when it was, he would still do everything to make sure she never got hurt.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

I ABSOLUTELY LOVED WRITING THIS OMGGG

AND I LOVE YOU READER (WHO ASKED NOT TO BE TAGGED) If it’s not how you’d hoped, I will happily rewrite it:)

Spence and Y/N really we’re just horny this entire time💀 also Derek is an asshole 😭

[moonstruckme]

i’d love to see a doctor!remus with a reader that has chronic pain, if you’re interested in writing that <3

Thanks for requesting! I read online that migraines are considered chronic pain, so I hope that's accurate

cw: migraine, period cramps

doctor!Remus x fem!reader ♡ 726 words

The bed dips as Remus replaces the cold compress over your eyes, and you feel like you’re sandwiched between two temperatures, heating pad on your belly and ice pack on your head. 

“Can I have more painkillers, please?” you mumble. 

Remus’ voice is usually quiet, but now he speaks softer than soft. “You can have more in an hour.” 

A self-pitying ache starts up in the back of your throat. Which is great, because what you really need right now is more aches. “Can you pass me my coffee then?”

There’s a second of hesitation, and you can hear the denial forming in it. “It’s too late for caffeine,” he murmurs. “You need to sleep soon or it’ll only be worse tomorrow, lovely girl. I’m sorry.” 

He sounds it, but a petulant whine works its way out of you anyway. A hot tear leaks from the corner of your eye, dribbling into your hair. You know crying will only make things worse, but you’re feeling so wretchedly sorry for yourself that you almost don’t care. Worse isn’t something you can conceptualize.

“It hurts all over,” you whimper.

Remus makes a sound just as miserable, and then his hand is at your hairline, stroking tentatively. “I know,” he whispers. “I know, I’m so sorry. Do you need the heating pad turned up?” 

You murmur that you don’t. Your cramps aren’t great, but they pale in comparison to the throbbing agony of your head. And even if it helped your cramps, you don’t think you could handle the sensation of more temperatures right now. 

“Okay.” Remus pets your hair gently, callouses scraping against the skin of your forehead. “All right, darling, let’s try this.” 

He takes your hand in his, and you can feel the edge of his short nail as he presses into your palm, rubbing tiny, concentrated circles into your skin. For a minute you can’t muster the will to ask what he’s doing, but then the pain ebbs slightly, and you find your voice. 

“What’s this?” 

“Pressure point. Is it helping?” 

“I think so.” Not a ton, but it’s something. You force yourself to relax the muscles around your eyes, and that helps a bit too. “Thank you,” you breathe. 

Remus makes a soft sound, catching another tear as it skids down your face. His thumb still drills into that place on your palm. It hurts a tiny bit, but not near enough for you to ask him to stop. “It kills me to see you like this,” he murmurs. “I’m sorry I can’t do more.” 

“Yeah, couldn’t you get me some morphine or something?” 

The little laugh that follows is odd-sounding, like he’s stifled it with a hand. “Actually, it might be worth losing my license for that. If you really want me to, just say the word.” 

“I’ll let you know.” 

There’s a few seconds where you can only hear each other breathing. It’s always a little bit weird, knowing he can see you when you can’t see him. You wonder, distantly, shamefully, if you look pretty. There’s no sense in asking Remus. You know what he’ll say. 

“Can I touch you?’ he asks quietly. 

“You’ve been touching me, Lupin.” 

Another half-smothered chuckle. Remus’ hand rests delicately on the top of your head, his thumb stroking an upward path along your forehead. You hum in approval. 

“If you go to sleep now,” he says softly, thumb lifting from your hand, “your headache might be gone when you wake up.” 

You take a deep breath, gauging your own tiredness. You think you can do it. 

“And so long as you sleep for more than an hour, I promise to get out of bed to get you more painkillers.” 

“You’d better,” you mutter, and you can feel his smile against your skin when he leans down to kiss your cheek. “Hug me?” 

You intend for it to sound light, almost like a joke, but the question comes out laden with all the neediness you’d hoped to hide. Remus doesn’t begrudge you, one arm needling under the small of your back while the other wraps across your ribcage. He scoots closer until your arm is pressed to his front. 

“This okay?” 

“Better than okay. Thanks, Rem.” 

His lips brush delicately across your cheekbone, the soft bit of skin just next to your eye. “Don’t mention it.”

[meeludrawz]

New Rehab program

Shigaraki x Reader

~ You're the very last therapist that the law has sent to "help" Shigaraki Tomura. All Might is the one who recommended you but the thing is, you have to be roommates with the villain ~

Warnings: You have anxiety and skin picking problems (Not mentioned in this text but will be in next parts)

"Young Shimura is in his bedroom, forgive him but I do not think that he will come to meet you."

You simply nodded at the blonde 7ft tall man. Even though he wasn't in his "buff form", he looked huge nonetheless. "I understand, I'm like, what, the 10th therapist he's seeing in the span of 2 months?"

All Might offered a little smile as an apology. "Yes, but I believe it will work this time. I have faith"

You showed a weak smile, that was totally not stressful at all. The former Symbol of Peace was trusting the rehabilitation of the biggest villain of Japan into your hands. Yeah, noooo pressure.

In front of the apartment where Shigaraki lived, All Might gave you the keys and reminded you that Tomura couldn't do anything since he was wearing a necklace that was deactivating his quirk. Which reassured you, because your quirk couldn't do anything against his. But if he tried attacking you, while wearing that necklace, you'd be fine.

Your quirk consisted of enhancing your reflexes, you could dodge pretty much anything or anyone. You couldn't read their movements, but your body warned you everytime something dangerous would occur. It also helped a lot whenever you dropped something, multiple glasses of water weren't broken to this day.

All Might eventually left and you took a deep breath, you hadn't realized it earlier but you were shaking a little. Who wouldn't? You were going to become the new roommate of the worst criminal in all of Japan.

You unlocked the door and walked in with your luggages. To your surprise, the place was neat. You wouldn't need to clean on your first day, how great!

You looked around and realized that there was no one in sight. In all honesty, you didn't know how this new rehab program worked, should you tell him you were there? So he wouldn't jolt if he ever laid his eyes on you? Tightening the grip on your backpack, you shakily walked forward and closed the door behind you. "Hello?" Your voice trembled. "Um.. I'm your new roommate" Nothing happened, maybe you should've said you were the new therapist? Though, being the 10th one in the span of 2 months, you didn't think he'd care.

"Well.. I guess I'll put my stuff in the room.." You sighed to yourself, a bit relieved that he didn't directly jumped on you to try to kill you or something.

You removed your shoes and spotted a bright red pair of sneakers, they were too big to fit you. Maybe they were his? They looked almost new, guess he didn't go outside that much. You put your shoes next to them and walked towards the hallway. Based on what All Might had said, your bedroom was at the end of it and on the left.

The left door was wide open, and from what you could see inside, there was only a bed and a desk. You guessed that it was yours then, since it was empty. Right in front of your bedroom was a closed door, from the inside, you could hear noises. Mostly fast clicking and music. The sound was similar to when you used the buttons on a controller. You weren't unfamiliar with video games, but with your job, you didn't have that much time to play anymore.

Maybe you could play a bit today, you weren't planning on giving a therapy anyways as you would give yourself some time to unpack.

It was around 6pm when you were almost done unpacking most of your stuff. You just couldn't focus on that anymore when your stomach kept screaming that it was hungry. You sighed and got up. Fine, you'll eat, even if you would've preferred to finish placing your stuff first but your belly was being annoying.

Walking out of your new bedroom, you realized that Shigaraki's door was still closed. He only went to the bathroom once but you never saw him. You were inside your closet, folding clothes when you heard his bedroom door close. Maybe it was a missed opportunity, but you didn't want to force him either.

You entered the kitchen and looked inside the fridge and cupboards. After a few minutes of searching, you eventually decided to make some donburi for you and some for him too. Usually, you'd make food for yourself alone but you lived with someone now so, you thought about his stomach.

Multiple minutes later, as you were still cooking, you turned around and jolted very badly. Luckily, you didn't drop anything due to your quirk, but Shigaraki Tomura was standing right behind the kitchen island, staring at you.

Shigaraki was a bit taller than you, his scarlet eyes were almost hidden behind his long white locks. He was glaring at you like you didn't belong here, and truth to be told, you also felt like you didn't belong here either. But it was your job and you needed the money to pay for your bills.

You silently stared back, what were you supposed to do? Your breathing and heartbeat increased as you felt anxious in his company, but you tried your best to remain calm.

"H-Hey, uh, I'm… making dinner… It's.." You turned to look at the pot on the oven, then back at him. "..Not ready yet.." You almost talked in whispers, your throat wasn't able to talk louder, you were just too anxious. "Y-You like donburi?"

He didn't answer, instead he just walked back to his bedroom.

Well.. That was going to be interestingly awkward.

At least, he didn't try to kill you..

During the next week, you just calmly lived your life and Shigaraki lived his. He didn't do much except locking himself into his bedroom and sometimes walking out to go to the bathroom.

The second week was more.. Rough.

The young man had decided to threaten and provoke you.

You, personally, didn't know why.

But him? He was already sick of you. Why weren't you forcing him into therapy sessions? That was more than annoying, all the other therapists were just tossing him onto the couch and forced him to have a therapy. But you never did, why?

One day, it just slipped out of his mouth. "Why aren't you doing shit?"

He was standing at the edge of the living room, his hands in his hoodie's pocket. He was fuming, you could easily see it in his body language. Yet, sitting on the floor as you played your favourite video game, you only confusedly glanced back. You put your game on pause and turned to him. "What do you mean..? I've been cooking, cleaning-"

Tomura quickly interrupted you. "I'm not talking about those, idiot. Why the hell aren't you doing your job?"

You tilted your head to the side, slightly scared and still confused. "..You want a therapy?"

His expression switched for a second, you would've missed it if you had blinked. "Obviously not" He snarled.

"Then.. W-Why are you asking? Why would I force you?" You tried your best to stay calm as you weren't sure how he would react if he'd get mad. "My job is to help people, sure, but if you don't want any help, I can't do anything." You took a deep breath as he would probably not like how you would word what was next. "It's your problem, not mine. I can only do something, if you, want to get helped"

Tomura blinked, he looked surprised at your answers for a few seconds before he stormed back to his bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

You also blinked, not really understanding what was going on.

In the past two weeks, he had never talked to you this much. Were you progressing? Maybe.. Maybe not.

Part 2

Pt 3

[t43andbooks]

Pairing: kiribaku x reader

Wc: 2k

Note: I don’t post on tumblr but I kind wanted to start, so here is like my first fic… I hope it doesn’t give wattpad vibes.

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Your eyes slowly fluttered open, it seems you’d be the first one to be awake today; you aren’t surprised though, Katsuki and Eijirou both had a grueling patrol the day before, lasting 12 hours. You decided last night that you would get up early in the morning to make breakfast for the two of them, they had deserved it of course. Rolling over slightly you checked the time, it had read ‘4:54’, maybe spending just a few extra minutes wouldn’t hurt, you’d like to admire the two men cuddled up to you and each other as well.

Katsuki’s nose was almost touching yours, his arms lying on the pillow, keeping his head up, there seemed to be drool running down the corner of his lip, seeping into the pillow. You couldn’t feel any sense of disgust though, you found him cute, you know he’d kill you if he ever heard you say that though. His leg was almost completely over you, subconsciously making sure that you’d stay put, a habit he had ever since high school. Eijirou was behind him, arm curled around yours and Katsuki’s waist, holding you both tightly. Low snores came from him, he always looked so comfortable like this, so at home, emphasized by his red locks, that usually were gelled up into spikes, now ran down his shoulders; he decided a long time ago, maybe in your third year, that he would grow his hair out and you can’t help but think he made a great choice, it framed his face beautifully.

You lifted your hand and brushed back a bit of Katsuki’s hair behind his ear, you knew it wouldn’t stay put because of how short it was but you did it anyways. Your fingers ghosted over his cheeks, not wanting to wake him up because of how light of a sleeper he was, then you landed a light, sweet kiss on his jaw. He moved slightly, still asleep, he hid his face in the crook of your neck, you almost cooed at him aloud before stopping yourself to look at Eijirou. No longer being hidden by Katsuki’s hair, you noticed he had a content look on his face, surely enjoying the warmth the both of you had given him.

This felt like heaven, giving you a deep nostalgic feeling that reminded you of the time you had first cuddled with them so closely.

——

You had just come out of the showers after a training session in the gym with Bakugo and Kirishima, Bakugo was the last one to go in so you and kirishima decided to wait until he was done. “I’m still going to try to get my skin even harder, like that one time when I was interning with fat gum!” Kirishima said with determination, “it’s not as hard to do anymore, but, making it last longer is another problem…heh!” He chuckled sheepishly.

“I’m sure that won’t be a problem, you’ll get it in no time.” You said reassuringly, even though Kirishima doesn’t make it known there have been a few times where he would let all that self doubt trickle through his tone, so you and Bakugo mutually, without mentioning it aloud, have always made sure to reassure him of his strength.

“Yeah.. you’re right!” He smiled at you, shouting with a newfound motivation. You both were sitting on the bench outside the showers, your arms were touching and even though it was such a small touch you could feel your heart flutter.

You could hear footsteps coming out of the showers, Bakugo stood in the doorway, seemingly examining you two before saying, “C’mon, we can head up to my dorms.” Though it was more of a growl than anything. You both had no problem with it and began walking side by side with Bakugo towards his room.

Bakugo walked in first and kirishima ran in and immediately launched himself onto the bed, “What do you think you’re doing, shitty hair? You’re already messing up my bed and you just got here!” He shouted.

“Your bed is so comfy though!” He whined, “roomie come join me!” His cheek was squished against the pillows as he called for you.

You finally walked in and closed the door behind you, once you had gotten close enough you laid on the bed next to him and looked at the ceiling, Kirishima slowly started attaching himself to you, as his usually touch-starved self always does, and slowly relaxed into the sheets.

Bakugo was sitting on the chair right next to his computer but once he both saw you gathered on the bed he marched over, “move over!” He growled before plopping himself between the two of you, “Didn’t know you were into cuddling, Bakugo.” Kirishima said teasingly before turning and squishing himself as close as he could to Bakugo.

You then turned to join in on the light hearted teasing by pressing yourself against him as well, his face was flushed right now but you could tell he didn’t dislike it, you wanted to cup his face in your hands and litter kisses all over his face; You didn’t know what your relationship with these two were though, but all you knew is that you were inseparable.

Of course you were all for platonic cuddling, you’ve done it all the time, but with them? You couldn’t help but feel like you were just in some kind of special closed space that could only ever be shared between you three.

You don’t think this is just some kind of simple love either, it’s closer than that. Like your very own beings, your very own souls were connected, permanently, intertwined with one another. You wished this would never end.

“You guys mean a lot to me you know.” You muttered just loud enough for them to hear.

“Fuckin’ sap.” Bakugo uttered.

“I care about you two as well.. and I’m sure Bakugo feels the same way even though he won’t say it!” Kirishima said with a wide smile etched onto his face. He was almost glowing, there was light shining in through the curtains, it was almost like he was the sun itself, god, you could drown in those eyes.

Would they judge you for wanting them both? Would they leave you? If keeping your feelings a secret, even if it hurt you, would keep them by your side, you’d make sure you wouldn’t even insinuate them, no matter how much you longed for them.

Kirishima pulled the covers over you three and snuggled into Bakugo, he made sure to toss his arm over him to lay a hand over yours, that was resting on Bakugo’s chest.

But there were moments like these that gave you hope, maybe you could be together! Maybe they did like you back! Maybe they could also feel this sort of longing for you that you had felt for them! You couldn’t confess though. Romance was never your thing and never had been, so you were pretty blunt about it, but ever since these feelings sparked you could barely let out a squeak before flushing a deep red and your tongue tangled.

You leaned your cheek against Bakugo’s shoulder before shutting your eyes, you could feel Kirishima squeezing your hand once before you fell asleep.

You could only hope this goes right!

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You had gotten out of bed, almost waking Katsuki up before you put those hero skills to use and completely snuck out of bed. You made your way downstairs, the one that all three of you had chipped in with your own money to get, a fresh start for the three of you and your relationship, you had decided in your early twenties.

You had found your way into the kitchen with the dim light of the slowly rising sun peeking through the curtains.

Grabbing a few pans, bowls, and ingredients you set off to make French toast as fast as you could before they woke up, even if they had a tiring mission the day before it would never stop them from getting up early.

The distinct smell of it has definitely already wafted through the entire house, you knew they would wake up soon, you read the clock that hung on the wall, ‘5:34’ it said. What better way to wake them up but with kisses?

You quietly made your way upstairs to the two men in bed, Katsuki was halfway up, just slightly groggy, you know he would’ve checked downstairs earlier to look for you if he could but the sleeping man latched onto him definitely wouldn’t have.

He didn’t notice you though so you slowly walk up to him and plant a kiss on his forehead after brushing his hair back. “Good morning sleeping beauty..” you whispered, “Mm.. g’morning” he grumbled in a rough tone before looking at you, he noticed you were staring, raising his eyebrow he tried to question you, “wh-“ until you started kissing him. Over his cheeks, his nose, his eyes, and then a slow and sweet one on his pretty lips; you made sure not to leave a single spot unkissed.

He growled but returned your kiss, he was so much softer in the mornings you couldn’t even find yourself caring about morning breath.

“You wanna wake up Eiji with me, baby?” You asked in a low voice. He agreed, he looked almost mesmerized by you but still moved to turn over towards the man who has now completely thrown the covers off of himself and laid his limbs every which way. He laid a hand on his chest, “Get up red.” He said while subtly fixing his bed head. You moved all the way around the bed to reach Eijirou’s side, and ran your fingers through his locks.

Through both of your tries you had finally gotten him to open one eye, “you gotta open the other one too babe.” You chuckled, he giggled slightly before opening the other. “Ah, there you are.” You kissed him lightly on his lips, caressing his cheek while you did so, and him happily returning the favor before turning his head to the man behind him to kiss him as well.

They looked at each other and you with admiration.

“I’m going to fix a plate for you two alright? Just wait here, no need to get up.” You purred.

You made your way downstairs and quickly stacked three pieces for Katsuki and five for Eijirou, with a side of bacon on two separate plates, you grabbed the syrup from the pantry and carried the two plates with you and the syrup upstairs.

Eijirou was now lying on Katsuki’s chest and perked up when seeing you peek through the doorway. “Thank you baby!” He shouted before kissing you countless times all over your face once you got close enough and grabbing the plate you handed to him with the syrup.

Katsuki had waited until Eijirou was focused on food until taking his, “Did you make yourself one?” He questioned, he always was the type to worry over the both of you. “Yeah I already ate, don’t worry about me.” He hummed, content with your answer.

The two had finished their meals and you took their dishes downstairs into the sink to wash later. Making your way back upstairs they had convinced you to stay in bed again, just a little longer, though it was mostly Eijirou who did the convincing.

“Just a little longer…” He chirped, he tugged you closer towards him so now you were sandwiched between him and Katsuki. You weren’t uncomfortable though, no, you were happy. You were glad that Eijirou had confessed to you both. You’re glad Katsuki brought up the idea of buying a house to live in together. You were glad you had met them. You laid on your back while they curled around you.

You’re so glad it turned out this way, so glad.

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II ! Once there was a way to get back homeward, (you're gonna carry that weight for a long time.)

✎ Synopsis ! You've been thrusted to carry the burden of the eldest after his passing. ( First | Second )

Content & warning: Jake sully x Daughter!Reader, Sully kids x Sister!Reader Neytiri x Daughter!Reader. Mentions of death and violence! Purely angst, trust me it does not get better. Neteyam died in the forest (the scene were quaritch first holds everyone hostage)

The tension in the air was palpable, heavy with shame as Jake Sully and his children returned from their failed mission. They dismounted their ikrans stiffly, faces heavy with exhaustion and anticipation. Three of them trailed behind their father, each lost in their own thoughts.

“Sir, we were just trying to help–” Lo’ak tries to discern the suffocating atmosphere, only to be immediately cut off by his father’s grim expression. Jake was a seasoned warrior, but in terms of being a father, he knew he could still learn a thing or two. He felt his heart plummet when the jet plunged to the ground when he realized that both his sons weren’t on their Ikrans– his anger was misguided, but he couldn’t help but reprimand them.

“It doesn’t matter what you meant to do! You’re supposed to be spotters. Spot bogeys and call them in– from a distance! Do you have any idea,” He paused, flexing his jaw painfully tight that you were sure his teeth would shatter from the pressure. Jake was boiling in anger and it threatened to seep through his words, but he knew very well that the frustration was rooted in nothing but fear– the mission ended terribly and the wounds they carried back was enough evidence. “Do you have any idea what could have happened if your sister didn’t call in the incoming airship, huh? We would’ve been blown without notice, Jesus Christ, you could’ve been coming back here missing a limb. What’s wrong with you boy?”

“Sir, it’s my fault. I take full responsibility.” You shot Neteyam a glare, but his head remained hung low. 

“Yeah, you do– that’s right. You’re the eldest here and you gotta act like it, you hear me?” He continued to berate him, “You’re not supposed to enable this knucklehead’s carelessness!”

“Dad, please.” You interrupted the heated argument, “Neteyam is actually bleeding.” 

Jake’s expression softened slightly, but his tone remained harsh as he gave them nothing but a sharp dismissive nod. “Go patch yourselves up.” 

You entered the hut once you knew it was clear of anyone but Neteyam. You approached his unmoving figure that seemed to stare at complete nothingness, fingers ghosting over the scratches of his skin. He hissed when you nudged him, still sore and aching from the wounds his grandmother just tended. “You really ought to shut your mouth when you’re not being spoken to," You said sternly, putting your weight on the table of scattered pastes and medicine. "You know what I mean."

Neteyam looked up at you, his expression already defensive as he knew deep down what was to come again. “I don’t need this right now,” 

“You’re not listening.” You abruptly took a step forward, placing your hands on his shoulders, “You can’t keep covering for him! This isn’t about you being brotherly, it’s about him taking responsibility for his actions. You almost got yourself killed.”

“I’m not covering for anyone,” Neteyam replied, his voice tight with irritation. “Lo’ak is just young, __!” 

“And you forget that you are a child yourself, Neteyam! The age difference between you and Lo’ak is not even that great of a gap, who are you fooling?” Your voice rose, seething with frustration. “What more could father take if you keep taking the blame off Lo’ak’s shoulders? You aren’t thinking! Do you not want him to trust you anymore? Do you want being olo’eyktan to be taken away from you before father could even step down to rest?”

“And who will be clan leader– you?” Neteyam let out a scornful snicker, his tone eerily calm that you would rather want him to scream at you over and over– but here he was, gaze so unforgiving that in that very moment, you wished you could’ve just swallowed your tongue instead; didn’t pry him over the edge beyond his composure. “You are soft, __. Instead of bones and muscles, you show your flesh naked. You do not bare your teeth enough to show even a glimpse of hostility. You are all but what the clan needs.” 

Your eyes widen in hurt, feeling the sharpest of pain you've never felt before spiral in the deepest pits of your stomach, clawing your heart whole. Tears prickled at the corner of your eyes, mouth agape and embarrassed. “You don’t mean that.” 

“If I didn’t, I would not have carried this much already,” He stands up, wanting nothing but to puke out the unsettling lump on his throat. “Tsmuke, I see you, but you don’t hear me sometimes.”  

“And I wish not to anymore!” You tried to retort in the same ferocious tone, but the way your voice cracked had only made your brother’s expression soften. Hurt simmered inside you, filling in every fibre of your skin. You had always been the closest to Neteyam– he was your ally, your confidant, and you were his too. “Toruk Makto is still just our father and you mean more than a warrior to him; you’re his son and neytiri’s— My brother. To think that you look at me that way, so belittling and unkind, means that you don’t see me at all.” 

“Maybe all that training did pay off. I barely recognize you anymore.” You stormed off that night, leaving him and his guilt to eat him away. 

You wished you hadn’t left it like that. If you knew that that very argument would be the last conversation you'd have with him, you would have been more softer, more understanding. You would have listened.

Now that he was gone, it was harder to unlearn, harder to digest. Every corner lurked his very shadow, still committing to his duties, still looking out for his family; his bloodied bow next to yours, the crafted hand-me-down trinkets, his hammock– it burned brightly, almost out of spite. 

You wished to tell him that he was the best brother– that he was enough, that he never had to prove himself. You wanted more time. As you sat there, lost in thought, memories of your brother flooded your mind. You remembered the way he would always protect you, how he was always there for you no matter what. Perhaps you took him for granted, never truly realizing how lonely it was without his presence to fill in the spaces– he would probably be near Tuk, calming her down, or crouching beside Lo’ak and humoring the heavy atmosphere away. He would be with Kiri, supporting her newfound medicines, telling her how it was better than Mo’at’s even. 

But he wasn’t here and right now, the place was a ghost town.

You felt your entire world crumble before your eyes as he turned limp in your hold. Every inch of skin felt eerily cold in contrast to the warmness seeping out of his form and down the grassy soil– eyes held nothing but a dull ache and the sky raged with its storm. You were surrounded by your kin not long after, but you’ve never felt more alone when his chest rose no more. Your words have only been out of anger and in that very second, you wanted nothing more than to swallow everything said. The last thing you’ve told him was of hatred and the next was mournful; that must be the most heart-wrenching ache the great mother could ever bestow. You couldn’t even muster an apology, there was no time for that.

You could barely process your parents' arguments, still sitting idly at the corner while your siblings eavesdropped. You couldn’t be bothered. Their voices slurred together, leaving only bits of coherent pieces– leave home. Those words echoed in your mind loudly; you were to leave, do something. Kiri paced back and forth, her hands wringing nervously. 

Finally unable to bear it any longer, Kiri moved towards your unmoving figure and nudged it awake, “Sister please, do something.” She said, her voice shaking slightly. “Please, you have to interject– change father’s mind!” Only now did you focus your sight, gaze shifting to your sibling’s scared faces. What the hell were you doing? You were the eldest now, and while that label left a rancid taste on your tongue, you had to act immediately– You had to be like Neteyam. 

You stood up, legs wobbling a bit, and made your way over to where your parents were arguing. You knew better than to interrupt, but hearing the argument unfold had put a weight on everyone. “You’re not thinking of actually leaving home, right?”

The room fell silent, their narrowed eyes slightly softening. “Stay out of this, __.” Frustration already boiled over, Jake could not handle his daughter interjecting right now. 

“This is our home– Neteyam’s! And the crown you are to bestow upon Tarsem is his to inherit,”  You retorted, tone challenging. Neteyam had trained all his life for that, only to be taken away by a single bullet. It wasn’t fair.

“Quaritch has Spider and that kid knows everything. He knows our whole operation, he can lead them right in here.” His voice cracked upon hearing his son’s name. Jake could only palm his face; couldn’t bear to see his daughter nor his mate. How does he recover from the loss of his own blood? He could never, he thinks– no, he knows. His eldest was gone and no compensation could ever soothe the ache of burying their own child. 

The moment he had presented Neteyam to the clan, lifting him high for everyone to see, the feeling was indescribable; how he had held him in his arms for the first time, and how he had promised to always be there for him, to protect him at all costs. He had grown to be so full of life, so full of promise. Absolutely eager to grow in his father’s shoes– He was his first son! And Jake never once thought that he’d be the first to go too; never once thought of cutting his son’s songcord so early.

“Your brother, he,” A pause, “He’s already gone, __. How many more would you risk before you say enough is enough? Kiri? Lo’ak? heck– even Tuk?” 

There and then, you knew you couldn’t change his mind. The decision was final and you’ve failed everyone again.

You weren’t at the ceremony– couldn’t bear to see Tarsem being crowned olo’eyktan. It was gone, all of it. What Neteyam worked so hard for, trained endlessly all his life, gone before he could even get a sense of recognition; an I see you, or a job well done from his father. It was gone, all of it. Your family thought you were just staying behind, waiting until it was over– but you stood in front of the hometree, queue in your hand. 

“I need to hear you one last time, Neteyam. Tell me what to do, tell me,” You whispered under your breath, “Tell me how to be like you. I am so lost, brother.” Without him, there were no footsteps to follow nor any hand to guide you towards a slippery path. It was just you now, confused and so lost.

The closer you got to the tree, the more you felt the weight of your brother’s absence. Your eyes stung with tears as you kneeled in front of it, fingers tightly grasping the bark. As you shut your eyes, your mind was painted however of different scenarios. What if Eywa only replays that night? To reprimand you– to remind you that you are to blame? You fear that you’d be only greeted with an anguish so ugly. 

You feared he wouldn’t want to actually talk to you.

The horns blasted in the distance and you knew you had to return. The glint of hope that flickered in your chest had been blown out in an instant– all the apologies melting on the tip of your tongue. With a heavy heart, you ran away, never to return.

You would never see your brother again and there was no coping from that.

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Mockingjay - Part 3

Hi guys :)

Chapter 3 is here!

I'm sorry if there is some part for the Games who isn't translated correctly, but like I already said English isn't my first language and I only watched the movies or read the book in my native language.

I hope you will like it, please let me know ♥

Chapter before

Ona is nervous. She’s walking around in the room where Leila and his assistant have dressed and prepared her for the interview who will be aired everywhere in Panem. She hates the wait before something big, she’s really stressed about this interview too, but she hates that she has to wait before going to sit in that damn chair.

They are passing by District and the only moment when she stops walking in the room was when she saw Lucy. She’s wearing a beautiful green dress, and she looks perfect. Her hair, her smile… Everything in her is perfect.

Lucy talked about her life in the 4, her family and her brother who won her edition of the Games. Ona is like captivated by Lucy, so much that she doesn’t hear Alexia entering the room. The blonde looks at Ona with amusement for some seconds, arms crossed on her chest before talking softly, not wanting to scare the younger one.

“We have to do something about your crush.”

Even with Alexia’s precautions, Ona almost jumps out of her skin. She turns to Alexia, frowning, a hand on her heart.

“Are you trying to kill me before the Games?”

“No” Alexia chuckles.

She comes in front of Ona to put in place some hair behind her ear.

“You look beautiful, as always” Alexia smiles at her. “So, it was Lucy Bronze you were looking at, all this time?”

“Stop it” Ona mumbles with red cheeks.

“Why? It’s cute” Alexia says with a teasing smile. “Plus, you have good tastes. She looks amazing.”

“She does” Ona says thoughtfully, looking at the screen again.

But they passed to someone else, and she frowns while looking at the boy from the 5 talking about his qualities. Ona turns her gaze quickly now, looking at Alexia again.

“What does your girlfriend look like?” the brunette asks with curiosity.

“She’s smaller than me. Brown hair, brown eyes… And the most beautiful smile in Panem.”

Ona smiles softly. The way Alexia smiles when she talks about her girlfriend is really cute. Ona never asked her about her name, Alexia seems at ease with her relationship, but Ona doesn’t know how much she is. Homosexuality isn’t a thing a lot of people like, at least in the different Districts. It looks like it’s not so bad in the Capitol though.

“I think she would have loved you a lot too” Alexia adds, before looking at her watch. “We have to go now, or you will be late.”

Ona nods and lets Alexia pass a friendly arm around her shoulder, taking extra care not to wrinkle her clothes. Ona’s mind goes to Lucy one more time. They haven’t really talked since the day Lucy takes her to her quarters. They only smile at each other when they cross eyes, both not wanting for their partner not to mingle in their relationship. It isn’t even a friendship, but Ona feels her heart flutter every time.

“I know the situation isn’t ideal, but you still can try to get closer to her, no?”

“How?” Ona snorts. “Have you seen her? She exceptional and I don’t even know if she’s interested in girls”

“Yeah, I’ve seen her. And I see you too. You are pretty amazing yourself you know?”

Ona rolls her eyes and doesn't answer anything. In her eyes, Alexia isn’t impartial. The blonde doesn’t add anything, letting Ona’s mind go in what she just said. Once again, Tony is already here when Ona arrives, he’s waiting with one of Leila's assistants. Once again, Leila made her magic work.

“Alright, I have to go” Alexia says to Ona. “I’ll be in the public, if you are stressed or scared, just focus on me, ok?”

Ona nods softly, ignoring the others' gaze on them. Alexia smiles at her and hugs her.

“You will be great. Don’t be scared of being yourself. People will love you.”

Ona smiles softly at her and takes a big breath when she finds herself alone with Tony. The boy seems to be a little anxious too. He was a little resentful towards Ona after she chose not to come with him for training, but Ona decided to ignore it. He comes back to her very quickly anyway.

Tony is the first to pass, of course. They always present the boy first; Ona doesn’t really understand why. She was hoping to cross Lucy’s path after her interview, but it looks like the people who have already done the interview leave by another door. Tony seems to handle the interview pretty easily; he doesn’t seem stressed at all suddenly. Good for him, Ona thinks.

Some minutes later, it was her turn. Ona takes a big breath when the presenter calls her name. During her walk to the couch in the middle of the television set, Ona tries to spot Alexia in the crowd. She finally sees her just before being in front of the presenter, sitting next to Leila. Alexia winks at her and Ona greets the presenter with one of her brightest smiles. It’s now or never.

“Ona! It’s so nice to finally meet you!”

The presenter has bright but deep blue eyes in a banana hairstyle. He’s wearing make-up, like every single person in the Capitol after all. Ona asked Leila not to paint her face with make-up, she’s wearing some but not too much. It’s pretty simple. She likes it.

She has a small chat about her life in District 8, her family and her friends. She tensed a little bit when she heard him asking the next question.

“So… There is a question everyone here is asking themselves… You are talking a lot about your parents and your brother, but not about someone waiting for you in District 8. Aren’t you in a relationship?”

“No” Ona answer softly. “I’m single.”

“With a pretty face like you? I can’t believe it.”

Ona’s eyes went to Alexia, who nods almost imperceptibly at her. Ona swallows her saliva with a little difficulty.

“I had someone, some months ago. It was my first relationship and my first love.”

“What happened to him?”

The presenter seems really interested in what Ona has to say. He looks a little like an uncle who wants to hear all of your secrets.

“To her” Ona corrects gently.

“Oh, her. Sorry.”

He smiles at her, urging her to continue her confidences. Well, if we can call that confidences if thousands of people are listening to her.

“Two years ago, her name was raffled for the Games. She died in the arena here, in the Capitol.”

There is a beam of silence, no one was expecting this revelation. Ona looks one more time to Alexia, who is still looking right at her. They don’t look at each other for too long though, with professionalism, the presenter finally starts to talk again.

“If I remember correctly, the female tribute of the 8, two years ago, was Jana.”

“Yeah. It was her.”

“And what is your feeling about you being where she was? Do you want to take revenge for her?”

“No” Ona shakes her, softly frowning. “It would be useless; the same people aren’t here, and they only did what they had to do to survive. Jana… She was a dreamer, the sweetest and softest girl ever. She was my sunshine back to the 8. I still think about her every day.”

Ona looks at the hand the presenter puts in her arm, in a soft gesture probably to give her some reconfort. Is it fake or is it real? Ona doesn’t really know.

“Do you have something material in memory from her?”

“Not here” Ona shakes her head one more time. “I left everything in District 8. I thought it would be better for our parents to have them.”

The presenter smiles at her, with the same friendly uncle look as earlier.

“It’s very thoughtful of you. But I know that Capital keeps some things belonging to the Tributes for several years after they come here. Would you want me to find something for you?”

“It would be amazing” Ona smiles.

Her heart beat a little faster at that idea. She can’t say that she’s still in love with Jana, it would be weird. Jana is dead, she isn’t here anymore. But it doesn’t stop Ona to think about it every day anyway.

“I promise I will do everything to do it.”

“Thank you very much.” Ona gives him a new bright smile.

She’s touched, which is probably stupid from her. She doesn’t know if it’s just television and show. She probably won’t see something belonging to Jana, but she likes the idea.

They hug when it’s time for Ona to finish the interview and she greets the crowd with a wave before going behind the curtains once again. She breathes with relief there, feeling relieved and exhausted at the same time. Tony isn’t here anymore, and Ona follows slowly the floor before facing a door. She doesn’t have to open it, someone does it for her.

Two Peacekeepers frame her immediately, taking her in the room she was waiting before coming on set. There, she sits down on the couch, waiting for something. She doesn’t know what, the Peacekeepers haven't said anything to her before leaving.

Alexia will come for her some minutes later, hugging her at length before taking her back to their quarters.

********

Several hours later, after tossing and turning for hours in her bed, Ona decides to get out of her room. She tried to take another shower, but it didn't work. Even the “tea” they give the Tributes to help them sleep isn’t working.

She puts a short and a hoodie on her underwear and slides her feet in the tap shoes lent by the Capitol. She needs to breathe some fresh air, she almost hasn’t since she came here a week ago. There is a place called a garden, which is in fact more like a patio. She went there several times with Alexia or Tony, but they only are allowed twenty minutes per day.

They aren’t authorized to leave their quarters during the night, but she still can pretend to have a panic attack if someone catches her. It wouldn’t be totally wrong though; Ona is pretty sure that her troubles to breathe right now are linked to her difficulty to sleep. In District 8 the air wasn’t maybe very healthy, but she still can breathe fresh air every day.

That patio being in the seven floors, Ona chooses to take the stairs to go there. Like this, she won’t take the risk to wake someone up. She doesn’t see anyone during her walk to the garden, and she’s relieved to see that there is no one here.

Sighing softly, she lies down on one of the deck chairs here. The sky is dark and the more she looks, the more she’s able to watch more stars.

She doesn’t know how much time she stays there, finally feeling her breathing becoming calmer and deeper. She feels better now.

Until she hears some noise coming from behind her and the characteristic sound of an automatic door opening. Ona doesn’t have time to hide, she just has time to turn to face the person coming for her. She was waiting to see a Peacekeeper ready to beat her, but no.

It’s Lucy, who seems scared to face someone here, before realizing that it’s Ona.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Lucy whispers.

“And you?” Ona whispers back.

Lucy's eyes are scanning the place, probably looking for someone else. But there isn’t anyone here, Ona could have said it to Lucy.

“I couldn’t sleep” Lucy finally says.

“Me neither”

They look at each other before Lucy sighs and sits in another deck chair. She’s wearing a grey flannel ensemble with the hood on her head.

“Why can’t you sleep?” Ona asks casually.

It wasn’t probably the question you ask the crush you almost never talked to, but she does it anyway. Lucy seems surprised by the question of Ona, raising her gaze on her. Just when Ona was saying that she can not answer her question, Lucy opens her mouth to answer.

“I don’t know. I was thinking a lot about the trainings, the shows… Everything we went through since we are here.”

Ona nods, understanding perfectly. She doesn’t know how things go for the other Tributes and the other Districts. She has a great team around her, protecting her as much as they can. She’s not to be pitied, but it doesn’t mean that the traumatism isn’t here. She’s preparing for her own death. It’s a strange feeling.

“I saw your interview” Lucy suddenly says. “It was… It touched me.”

It’s Ona turns to raise her gaze on Lucy. She looks at her eyes for some seconds, before shrugging softly.

“Thanks. It was probably the last time I would be able to honor her.”

“She’s lucky.”

“Lucky?”

Ona’s frowning. She doesn’t understand why Lucy might be thinking that, especially knowing the way Jana died.

“To have her memory kept alive by someone like you. People here in the Capitol or in the career District forget the dead Tributes very quickly. It won’t hurt to have someone talking about someone who was here several years ago, just remembering them to people.”

Ona nods, finally understanding what Lucy wants to say. She might admit that she was a little mad about that comment, before Lucy can explain herself. She lets her body relax in understanding, looking at the sky again.

“Were your parents okay with your relationship?” Lucy asks softly.

Ona keeps looking at the stars for several seconds, before looking at Lucy again. It seems like Lucy realized the indiscretion of her question when Ona and her cross their gazes.

“Oh. I’m sorry if it was too straight-forward, of course you don’t need to answer that question” Lucy blunders, and this is the first time Ona sees her uncomfortable. “It’s just like… I don’t know, I feel like we are old friends or something. I’m sorry it was stupid of me.”

Trying to ignore the pleasant warmth in her body when she hears Lucy, Ona decides to get her out of her misery pretty quickly. They aren’t talking a lot; this encounter wasn’t even planned at all. It’s the first time they are talking alone like this. She doesn’t want Lucy to feel uncomfortable.

“I don’t mind your question” Ona assures her.

If they were next to each other, she would probably have put her hand on her leg to support her words. But Lucy is too far from her.

“They knew about Jana and me, and they were ok” Ona begins, smiling softly when she remembers some scene. “Jana and I knew each other from when we were little. I don’t know when things changed or if it was always here. But one day at dinner, my Mom just asked me if Jana was my friend or my girlfriend. I answer that it was my girlfriend, and they just go with it. They never made a big thing with it.”

Lucy nods softly, lost in her thoughts.

“It’s maybe the healthier way to go with it” she says slowly.

“I think so too. I feel like I could have come home with a boy or a girl and they wouldn’t mind. At least I was with someone, not like my brother” Ona rolls her eyes.

“There is a story behind that” Lucy smirks.

Ona laughs softly, shaking her head softly. Lucy was right, this conversation feels like they know each other for years, not only several days. She likes this feeling.

“Him and my best friend have always been in love, I think. They are both too stubborn to see it or maybe they don’t want to do anything because of me, I don’t know. But it’s really painful to watch.”

Lucy smiles at Ona’s rumble, not seeming to mind at all. She has a small smile and some tenderness in her face while looking at Ona. The younger one realizes it and is distracted about it for some seconds, before asking a question too.

“And you? What about your friends and family?”

“Well…”

Lucy opens her mouth to talk, but quickly closes her when they both hear a noise coming from the floor. They both turn in the direction, Lucy even getting up a little.

"Did you take the lift to come here?” Lucy whispers.

“No, I took the stairs. I didn’t want for anyone to hear me” Ona whispers back.

Finally, there isn’t another noise or someone coming. But there is a tension that wasn’t here before. Lucy finally turns in Ona’s direction, looking hesitant.

“Maybe we should go back to our room.”

“I think you’re right”

Ona sighs a little when she gets up from her chair, looking one last time at the stars. She smiles at Lucy when the girl lets her pass before her, turning in her direction when they are at the stairs. Lucy must go down while she has to go up.

“It was nice, talking to you” Ona mumbles, blushing softly.

“It was” Lucy confirms with a smirk. “See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah. See you tomorrow.”

With a wink, Lucy left her to go on the stairs. Ona watches her before going back to her room. She manages to sneak inside before being caught by anyone. Her bed is warm after the cold outside, and the feeling is amazing. She can’t stop smiling, thinking about her moment with Lucy. Her crush won’t probably pass soon, but she doesn’t mind. Lucy seems to be a very nice girl, not only a pretty face. And a hot body.

********

The training goes pretty great. Alexia is able to come to see them trains from time to time and is able to see what their qualities are. For Ona, she realizes that she has a big facility for climbing. Her small body is still strong and agile, and she doesn't have trouble passing from one place to another.

So, for her showcase, Alexia proposed to her to impress the jury with that. They designed a parkour with trees that Ona crossed in a record time. For fun, some members of the jury tried it, just to see they are way slower than Ona. They give her a 7 for that. Tony got an 8, just like Lucy. Those are pretty good notes.

But it’s not what filled Ona with happiness those past days. After her encounter with Lucy in the “garden”, she decides to go back the night before. Lucy was already there, waiting for her like it was planned for them to meet again.

They talk a lot here, about anything and everything. The training, their Partner, their team or what is on their mind at the time. Ona loves those moments together and how they are getting close to each other. They both decided to hide their friendship though, not wanting to become a target for the other tributes.

On the four nights, they are even on the same desk chair, partially hidden by a big flower box and a massive palm tree.

“You look tired tonight” Lucy says.

They already are here for one hour, talking about the food from home they are missing for the last ten minutes.

“I am. I usually sleep more than that” Ona admits.

“We can raincheck for tomorrow if you prefer”

Something in Lucy’s voice might make her think that Lucy doesn’t like that idea, but it bothers Ona to imagine wasting some time alone with Lucy.

“No. I like those moments” Ona frowns, looking at the older girl. “Those are the moments I love the most during my day”

Lucy giggles softly, rolling her eyes.

“I would be sad if you would rather fight than see me.”

Ona smiles only, looking at the stars again. With time, she learned that Lucy knows almost all the stars and constellations. Her grandfather told her when she was younger, he was a fishman and used the sky to go home at night with his boat. It’s almost the only things Lucy told her about her family, but Ona never pushed her to talk about them. She knows that it might hide something, and she doesn’t want to make Lucy uncomfortable.

“I heard that they let us call someone from home” Lucy whispers after some minutes of silence.

“What?” Ona says, her heart beating faster. “How do you know that?”

“I’ve got my sources.”

“Will it be filmed?”

“I think, they don’t have any advantage to offer that otherwise.”

Ona stays silent, thinking of who she would call. She thought about her parents and brother, of course. Her brother might be a good call, he probably could give her some advice. But hearing her mother’s voice for the last time is something she wants too. But on the other hand, she doesn’t want to choose between her parents, she feels like it’s unfair for her dad.

“Who would you call?” Ona asks Lucy.

The older girl stays silenced, looking at the stars. Ona almost believes that Lucy hasn’t heard her and was about to ask her question again, just when Lucy opens her mouth to answer.

“I don’t know. Maybe my brother.”

She seems sad with this answer. Ona frowns, turning on her side to have a better look at Lucy. The moon makes her face shine softly, just like her beautiful eyes. Ona feels like she can look at her all day without being tired of it. But she knows she has to be discreet not to pass for a creep.

“And you?”

Lucy gives her the question back, which isn’t surprising. Ona frowns softly trying to figure out her different possibilities.

“Maybe my best friend” Ona finally answers.

Lucy hums softly, still looking at the stars. Ona takes advantage of it to keep looking at her. She tries to oblige her eyes not to fall too long and too often on Lucy’s lips. Her crush gets stronger every day and she doesn’t know how long she can keep it under control.

“You seem sad” Ona finally says.

It strangely makes Lucy smile and she turns her head towards Ona. She seems to realize only now how close they are from each other.

“My family is a little bit complicated, that’s all. Don’t worry about me.”

Ona frowns once again, keep looking at Lucy. She has gained a little confidence since she and Lucy started hanging out together.

“Would you listen to me if I told you something like that?”

“Probably not” Lucy laughs softly.

Ona doesn’t answer anything, she just raises both of her eyebrows and turns her head to look at the sky again. It’s a nice day today, the sky is clear. Yesterday they weren’t able to see any of the stars.

“Do you find it strange? That we get along so well considering the circumstances?” Ona asks suddenly.

“No. I think we’ll get along too if we have met somewhere else. Or in another life…”

“In another life…” Ona repeat for herself.

She feels sad, suddenly. She hasn’t felt that way since the beginning and she has trouble explaining this sudden wave of feeling. It is almost intoxicating and like this other day in the car, she has trouble breathing correctly. She tries to settle her breathing not to alert Lucy.

“Hey, are you ok?”

Try again, Ona.

She nods, but despite that, Lucy stands a little on the chair, not to be lying anymore. She sits and faces Ona, putting a hand on her stomach. Ona feels shivers despite herself, and she almost hates her body to react that way while she’s not far from a panic attack.

“Look at me” Lucy says softly. “And breathe with me.”

She takes Ona’s hand with the one she hasn’t on her stomach, just to put it on her stomach too. Looking deep in Lucy’s eyes, Ona finally manages to breathe normally again after several minutes.

“You’re okay” Lucy keeps repeating.

It’s not totally true, but Ona doesn’t answer anything. Right now, with Lucy, she is ok. She feels safe. She has to focus on this.

“Thanks” Ona finally whispers.

“Anytime.”

There is a sincerity behind Lucy’s words which can seem strange because of their situation. But Ona wants to believe her.

They look at each other for several times, before Lucy opens her mouth to say something.

“Ona, I- “

She’s cute by a big noise, making both of them jump in the air. They both know that it sounds like the end of their meeting for tonight.

“We better go” Lucy says.

Ona groans for any answer, sitting on the chair too. She doesn’t want to, but she knows it’s better for them. Once again, they won’t do anything to them here, but they can easily make things look like an accident.

“I’m going first” Lucy decides.

Ona nods and sighs, standing up too. She watches when Lucy turns around to look at her again and froze when the dark-haired girl leans on her to put a kiss on her cheek. Pretty close from her lips.

“See you tomorrow night”

And then, she’s not here anymore. Ona needs several seconds to come back to reality and finally leave the garden too. She goes to her quarter silently, lost in her thoughts. She wasn’t expecting to see someone in her bedroom when she arrives, so much that she misses the silhouette of the person here.

“Where the fuck were you?!”

Ona jumps out of her skin and jumps so much that she knocks her head against the door of the room. The lights go on and Alexia is standing in the middle of the room, arm crossed and a very angry expression on her face.

“When Tony told me that you were leaving your room in the middle of the night, I didn’t want to believe him. I told myself that you weren’t this stupid and unconscious. You better have to have a good explanation, Ona.”

Tony. Of course he will open his damn mouth. And how does he know that Ona was leaving her room? That’s pretty strange in Ona’s opinion.

“How does he know that?” Ona frowns.

“That wasn’t my point here.”

Alexia seems really furious. Ona swallows her saliva with difficulty and shrugs, suddenly not able to look at her Mentor. She’s not screaming but she’s talking so coldly that Ona would have preferred the first possibility.

“I’m fighting for you, Ona. I try to make you look good for sponsors and attract good attention to you. But if people learn that you don’t comply with the rules here, you are a lost case. We don’t laugh with rules in the Capitol. If you do bad things, it’s not only you who will have something to repair, but your family too. And if they know I protected you, they will go for my family.”

It suddenly attracts Ona’s attention again. She never thought that they could go after her family for something she did. She’s suddenly scared, and Alexia is probably easily seeing that on her face.

“Please, don’t say anything to the Leaders.”

“I’m asking you one last time, Ona. Where were you?”

Ona bites her lip. She doesn’t want to drag Lucy into her problems. She can’t believe that Tony snitched like this.

“I was in the garden. It’s where I go” Ona finally answers.

“Alone?”

There is another silence, while Ona thinks again about telling the truth or not. She doesn’t want to lose Alexia’s trust, but she cares so much for Lucy.

“I don’t want her to have any problem” Ona finally whispers.

“I won’t tell anyone” Alexia says.

Still chewing her lip, Ona raises her eyes again on Alexia. She wasn’t able to realize it, but Alexia’s gaze softened those last seconds. She seems happy to hear the truth and Ona saying it. Maybe Alexia already knows everything.

“I was with Lucy”

Alexia looks at her for several seconds and sighs finally, before pinching her nose.

“Teenagers” she grumbles before looking at Ona again. “Go to bed.”

She passes next to Ona to leave the room. Ona feels uneasy. She hates conflict, fights and arguments. She hates the fact that Alexia might be disappointed about her, or even upset.

“Alexia…”

The blonde was closing the door behind her but still slid her head through the gap of the door. She looks at Ona with her hazel eyes and Ona has trouble looking at her while talking. But she still does.

“I’m sorry. For disappointing you and making you mad at me.”

Alexia seems to soften finally completely and comes into the room again. She takes the time to close the door again before talking.

“I’m not disappointed in you, Ona. But between you and Tony, you are my favorite from far away. I would be mad if you get yourself in trouble because you go flirting with another Tribute at night. You have to be careful about yourself.”

Ona nods once again and is surprised when Alexia hugs her. She hugs her back, her nose somewhere on the other girl’s shoulder.

“Be careful with Tony, okay? I don’t like his comportment with you.”

“How does he know that I’m leaving at night?” Ona asks again.

Alexia sighs and lets go of Ona before answering.

“He said he was hungry and wanted something to eat when he saw you leaving. I really want to believe him. If it’s not that, he’s spying on you and it’s really disturbing.”

It is. Ona feels her stomach twist in a way that is everything but good. Why in the world would he spying on her? To know what she’s doing? Or is he spying on her for someone else?

“Don’t worry. I’ll have an eye on him, ok? Now try to sleep, you still have training tomorrow.”

“Yeah. Thank you.”

Alexia smiles softly and leaves the room for good this time. After a quick shower, Ona goes to bed. Once again, her mind is full, between Alexia’s revelations and what happened with Lucy in the garden.

Sure, it was just a kiss on the cheek. But she can’t forget the feeling she got when Lucy’s lips were on her skin. The perfection of her smell, the softness of Lucy’s lips. She’s smiling like a fool when she finally manages to fall asleep, not wanting to consider for now if she will be able to see Lucy at night again. Maybe they’ll find another way to be together. They have to.

Next Chapter

[cantgetworsethanthistbh]

fluffy kid!stancest first kiss on glass shard beach would be so cute maybe by the swings or when they first find what would become the stan o war

combining these two together, but 2nd anon PLEASE know your ask got me writing old stancest at first that immediately turned hurt and comfort, so i'll be posting that when i actually finish it udndhdhdu this one is a bit of a rush job, BUT i hope you guys like it! this is my first time writing kid stancest, trying to run my head over how boys just banter and this is the best i could relay lmao. also if ford's internal dialogue isnt as flowery as it ought to be, it's mostly because i do still want it to sound like it's coming from a child, and i imagine Ford's internal dialogue wasn't fully realized until he's at least a littls older, you know?

anyway enough stalling: please enjoy!

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Ford thinks he could stay like this forever.

Sitting on a crate, Stanford watches Stanley draw on the sand with the end of a big stick, planning all their great adventures when they finally get out of this place, the promise of their Big Day of Adventure made them giddy all day, bouncing on the heels of their feet all over the beach until the deck guys they "borrowed" a can of paint from earlier found them, chasing them off and forcing the two of them to take cover. They did, only belatedly realizing they had to come back for their ship since their dream did rely on them fixing up the boat to be in top condition for it to sail. Luckily they didn't take their ship, so the two of them were able to push it back into the alcove they found it, keeping it their own little secret.

Ford looks at it in awe again. In bold letters, "The Stan O' War" stares back at him. Their promise of the future. A future with his brother, forever

"And then— Poindexter are ya listening?!" Stan asks, tapping the stick lightly on Ford's head who swats it away with a laugh.

"Yeah, yeah! I am, I am!"

"Good, cuz you better hear this!" Stan resumes drawing on the sand. Ford looks down, tilting his head quizically.

"Why are we standing on top of the sun?"

"That's an octopus!" Stan points to the pile of squigly lines Ford thought had been the ocean. "See?"

"That's still kinda impossible."

"Aw, shuddap!" Stan scoffs playfully, then proceeds to draw fish tails with long noses and circle ends.  "Of course its possible! This is after I killed it, and we're doin' a victory cheer on top of it!" Stan pumps his fist in the air, and begins chanting, echoing loud across the alcove: "PINES! PINES! PINES! And after—"

"Wait, how did we kill it?"

"I beat it up, duh!"

"What did I do?"

Stan huffs. "You math, science and bored it to death, you big nerd," he says with an annoyed expression, which quickly gives away to snickers as he dodges the fistful of sand Ford throws in his direction, leaving a grainy cloud in its wake. Stan points back at his drawing, at the long nosed fish with lines protruding off the top. Until Ford blinks, and tilts his head again, realizing that the messy scribbles are probably meant to be... "Anyway, after we totally beat this giant octopus monster, all the mermaid babes will be all over us! They'd give us kisses, and hugs, and and–"

Covering his mouth with his hand, Ford snorts loudly. "Stanley... you want to kiss fish ladies?"

An offended look crosses Stan's face, and if it wasn't for the sunburn already staining his and Ford's skin an angry, blistering red, Ford could swear Stan was blushing, his cheeks puffing, brown eyes wide and fists clenching. Cute, Ford thinks, so quickly, he almost doesn't catch it.

But he does.

Just like how his shoulder catches Stan's fists, sending him to more fits of giggling as he goes down.

"Shaddup, shaddup, shut uuuuuuuup," Stan continues his playful assault, clearly trying to not to smile, but Ford's laughter catches him like the infectious bug that went around school three months ago, and his grin stretches wild as he pushes Ford to the ground, and planting himself on Ford's short legs. Ford's hand land on his shoulders, trying and obviously failing at pushing off his stronger brother with all his twelve fingered might, but maybe it's because Ford is laughing too much he's out of breath, chest shaking while he heaves his giggles. Maybe it's the weird but nice heaviness Stan is forcing on him, and Ford counts that as the fifth time this day Stan made him feel that: 'weird but nice.'

Yesterday was seven whole times.

"Get off me, jerk!"

"You're the jerk," Stan argues, catching Ford's hands and pinning them down to the sand, grinning at Ford who's completely caught under him. "You've been making fun of me the whole time!"

"No I wasn't! I think it's cool you wanna kiss fish ladies!"

"They're not fish ladies, Sixer! They're mermaids!" Stan argues, looking a lot like Ford when he exasperatedly explains that solving the daily crossword on the newspaper is not lame, just with the additional large gap between his teeth, bandage on his face, cute puffy cheeks, which almost sends Ford to another laughing fit. "Mermaids are cool! No, they're hot!"

"If you say so," Ford shrugs, feeling the soft grains of sand move against his back. "They'd smell like fish though, but I think you would like that."

"Pfff," Stan lets go and straightens up to blow a raspberry, tilting himself to flop onto the sand next to Ford, moving so his fingers brushed Ford's when at their hips. Sixth. "Like you're any different. I bet you have a lot of weird stuff you wanna kiss too. You're obsessed with your ano– anama—"

"Anamolies."

"Aliens. I bet you wanna kiss aliens."

"No I don't!"

"Yeah, you do!"

"I don't," Ford insists, but he's definitely thought about it. Not in a weird way, of course. He wonders about kissing a lot of things, like growing boys do, like the health developmental sections of science books say so! Girls. Boys sometimes.

Boys most of the time.

A boy, most of the time.

"If you say so," Stan repeats dismissively, stretching his arms over his head while Ford watches behind his glasses. Feeling the sand starting to get to that 'pointy, sticky and annoying' state when someone lays on it, he sits up, eyes landing on the Stan O' War again. Stan follows, quickly sitting up.

"What'cha thinking of?"

"Just wondering the capability of weight distribution on the boat."

"Uh...."

"I wonder if it's actually strong enough to hold us up to sail. We're gonna have to fix that up before we take it to the water, remember? Maybe it's not even built for two people."

The last part came out of his mouth without thinking, and Ford is alarmed with the quick moment of doubt. For a second, their dream seemed a little impossible.

Stan pushes himself up, and runs to the stationed boat.

"Stan? What are you—"

"Keep up, Sixer!" Stan exclaims, grabbing onto the ledge of the boat, and suddenly Ford is running after his brother. All caution thrown out of his system when Stan lifts himself over the edge and on top of the boat's deck effortlessly.

"Stan!"

"Look, Ford, it's fine!" Stan exclaims, arms spread wide and standing victoriously. Ford grabs hold of the ledge, and tries to lift his legs over, only to almost fall off with a "Whoa!"— until Stan's hand latches onto his.

"Hold on," Stan tugs until Ford's body lifts high enough for him to wrap his arms around Ford's shoulders. He grunts, pulling the rest of his twin's body with all his strength before falling onto the deck, Ford landing on top of his legs.

Somehow, they find themselves almost exactly as before, just in reverse, skin still grainy and sticky and hot-red, Ford's chest shaking again but this time it's from panting in the short burst of physical activity. His face close to Stan's, Ford feels a bubbling in his chest, a little tingle all over his skin. One he wants to blame on the summer heat still simmering outside the cave or maybe the sunburn all over his back and torso, but it's not that.

Seventh.

"You're kinda heavy for a stick, Sixer."

Ford punches his shoulder this time, smirking. "Shut up, jerk."

"Now you hate it," Stan comes back smugly, then glances down at the deck. "Hey, look! It can hold the both of us after all!"

Remembering his previous concerns, he looks down on the boat, then raps his knuckles onto the floorboards. It's actually pretty sturdy for how old Ford theorized it to be. That's pretty cool.

"Guess we can cross that out of the stuff we have to fix up," Ford concludes. He pushes his glasses over his nose, thinking deeply again. "Still have a lot of stuff to consider though. Plus, who knows how much bigger we'll get too..." He muses, mostly to himself.

So many to consider... Ford doesn't think even his freakish hands could count all the ways it could go right, or wrong, if it goes anywhere at all... it's kind of big, and open, and Ford thinks it's almost like the ocean itself.

"Eh, don't worry about that stuff so much, Sixer," Stan shrugs, his voice breakjng through Ford's train of thought. Ford realizes he's still very much on Stanley's legs, and maybe it's because all the running, pushing, wrestling they've done all day that completely wrung him out, or maybe it's because the warm bubbling in his chest that overflows and keeps his own legs stuck like sap, but unlike Stan, Ford can't bring himself to move off, move away from Stan. His brown eyes wide, grin with a goofy gap in the teeth and cheeks puffing, Stan looks ready to sail off right then and there.

"As long as you've got me, we can do everything. We're getting out of this place no matter what."

Ford smiles warmly. Somehow he could never get tired doing that around his brother and that's weird. It's nice. His hands find Stan's shoulders, and without thinking, he blurts out:

"Stanley... It wasn't aliens."

"Wait, wha—"

And Ford presses his lips to Stan's. He doesn't really know how to do this. It's kinda gross, with Stan tasting like sand and sweat from rolling around it all day, but so did Ford and getting past that, it just feels good. Almost on instinct, he pulls away panic rising at throat, because Oh no, Stan will think I'm a freak too.

But Stan leans forward too, almost knocking Ford's glasses away and also not knowing what he's doing, but it feels nice. Really, really nice.

Eighth.

Ford thinks he could stay counting those forever.

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[feyhunter78]

Hiiii. I just read the new chapter of lab partners and it was 10/10 as always 🥰 Also I got another idea! What a about a pool party?👀 Now that Miggy is more popular he is invited to a pool party and he sees Y/N on a cute swimsuit and he goes crazy, but tries to keep it together to not look like a creep in front of her 😂 Especially when things are more tense after they almost kissed 👀👀👀👀

Thank you love!!!! I definitely wanted to lean into the tension left over from their almost kiss👀 I'm also using this one to set up the post I'll put out on V-Day!!!!

Pool Party

Artist cred: Supayell on Instagram!

He hates his brother, not really, but he does want to kill him. It was Gabriel’s idea to invite everyone over, to rent one of their apartment’s pools and throw a party. So now here Miguel is, forced to watch as you gallivant around in a dark blue bikini, with adorable little white hearts all over it, while he’s trying to keep himself from revealing his difficult situation.

Gabriel pushes the cabana’s curtains back even further than they were before and flops into the pool chair next to him, handing him some mixed drink in a red solo cup. “Enjoying the view?” Gabriel asks, lowering his sunglasses and letting out a wolf whistle in you and Mina’s direction. “Lookin’ good baby.”

Mina rolls her eyes but smiles and blows him a kiss, before linking arms with you and dragging you off towards a few of your other friends.

You’re so happy, smiling and giggling, drink in hand, swaying your head slightly in time with the music. He knows you, knows you love to dance, but there’s too many people here that you don’t know, so you stick with Mina, and stay away from the cleared out space in front of the speakers.

“It’s a nice party.” Miguel says, sipping on his drink. The taste of coconut rum coats his tongue, the pineapple juice mixed in, dulling the sting of the alcohol. He can barely feel it, a sense of dread making his mouth go numb when he sees you making your way over, a bottle of sunscreen in your hand and a drink in the other.

You smile at him, then give him a confused look when Gabriel squeezes his shoulder and bounds off towards a now unoccupied Mina.

“He’s probably going to try to convince her to go back to the apartment with him.” Miguel jokes, swallowing hard as he realizes just how pretty you look.

Your hair shines in the sun, your skin practically glowing, and your breasts—fuck he’s got to keep it together, he needs to look literally anywhere else—his eyes land on your lips, curled up in a smile, your lips glossy with chapstick, soft and supple looking. Not better, not better at all, because now he’s thinking about kissing you.

He shifts in his seat, praying no one notices the awkward way he’s sitting. Thankfully, the side curtains of the cabana are still down, so he just has to worry about anyone walking in…and you.

“He can try, but I know Mina’s been waiting all week for this party, there’s no way she’ll leave.” You laugh, shaking the sunscreen that’s in your hand, before downing your drink and setting it on the ground next to you.

“Yeah…are you enjoying the party?” Miguel asks, taking a big swig of his drink. Liquid courage, right?

“I mean, the drinks are good, music’s good, snacks are great, and I got to wear my new swimsuit, so yeah, I’d say I’m enjoying myself.” You gesture to your bathing suit as if it isn’t the very thing Miguel is trying not to look at.

“I like the color.” He says, taking another swig of his drink.

You beam up at him and toy with the strings holding the bottoms together. “Thank you, I was a little worried it would be too dark, but I actually really like it.”

His inebriated mind plies him with an image of you undoing those strings and letting him feast, suffocating him with your soft thighs, biting down on your fist to keep the others from hearing your moans.

He nearly groans aloud at the thought, hiding his face in his drink.

“Can I try that?” You ask, shifting to tuck your legs under you, your full attention on him.

“W-What?” He stutters, trying to banish the lewd image from his mind and focus on your words.

“Your drink, you’ve basically been chugging it, it’s gotta be good.” You elaborate, giving him a playful smile.

“Oh, oh, yeah, yeah, of course.” He hands you the drink, and you bring it to your mouth then frown.

“It’s empty.” You pout at him, leaning forward to set it on the small wooden table beside him, the stretch of your body, your bare skin brushing against his, makes his head swim.

“Sorry?” He manages to get out, his hand shooting to grip the side of the pool chair for stability.

“No worries, I’m a big girl, I can take it.”

He bets you can. Bets he’d fit perfectly, lying below you as you ease yourself down onto his coc—

Suddenly, you turn your back to him and pull your hair up off your neck. “Do you mind putting sunscreen on my back? I want to get back in the sun, but I don’t want to burn.”

He’s going to die, right here, right now.

“Yeah, sure I—I can do that.” He takes the sunscreen from you, apologizing when you hiss from the change in temperature.

You both sit quietly as he rubs the sunscreen in, making sure there’s no white cast, his large hands smoothing over your back, and shoulders, taking care to get every inch while trying to remain as respectful as possible.

“I have to—do you mind—?” He lifts the thick strips of fabric that keep your bathing suit together ever so slightly, waiting for you to nod, or pull away.

“No, no, you’re good, I’ll just…” You hold your top to your body with one hand just in case as Miguel rubs the lotion in, much quicker than before.

“Okay, I think you’re all good.” He says, snapping the cap back on the bottle.

You don’t turn around, staring at the canvas of the cabana. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

He nods, before realizing you obviously can’t see him. “Yeah, of course, anything.”

You turn now, but you won’t meet his eyes, too focused on fidgeting with your nails. They’re different shades of pink, a pleasant gradient ending in white on your thumbs. “My sorority’s semiformal, Valentine’s Day dance thing is coming up, would you maybe want to go with me?”

He’s stunned, frozen, astounded, flabbergasted, astonished, a dozen other words to say he’s shocked. Shocked that you’re asking him. That you want him to come with you to this event, honestly, he’s still shocked you want to be seen in public with him.

Do you feel the same way he does? He’s been hoping, praying, your almost kiss lingering, haunting him, plaguing his dreams, his every waking moment.

He says yes at the same time you say, “as friends,” and his world shatters.

“I don’t want to make you feel weird or anything, no pressure, just two friends have a good time at a Valentine’s themed dance.” You give him a smile, but he knows you, knows it’s fake, and he feels a twinge of hope in his chest once more.

“It’s not weird.” He reassures you, wishing he had another drink to drown his maybe sorrows maybe half-baked hope in.

You wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. “Okay yay! I’ll figure out our outfits and all the details, and I’ll get them to you.”

You bound off in the direction of your friends, leaving Miguel’s skin tingling, his heart hurting, and his stomach twisted into knots.

TL: @bat-bae, @nyctophilic0vitnir, @smokeywhalee, @obi-mom-kenobi, @prowlingforfood, @penggion, @crystal-crax, @oharasfilipinawife, @generalkenobitrash, @melsimps, @chrishy973, @farrowroyale, @palesatan, @scaryplanetdestroyer, @denzmallows

[foreverisntenough]

- YOU’RE MINE -

Summary: While you daydreamed about his face an ocean apart, he had no idea what yours was about to do to him. With a twist of fate and the heat of summer, a new relationship would completely ransack his heart - Everyday heavy with the thought of one another, neither of you were going to let the unexpected love of your life go. You were going to be his, you were his, and you were going to stay his.

Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestion, smut love bombing, occasionally sad, kind of angst- not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: I hope you like it! There will definitely be more parts (don’t know how many just yet though.)

INDEX

Chapter 21 - ‘You’re Mine’

“If you don’t get in your own seat so we can land in Greece I’m gonna kill you” Lauren yelled at you from the other end of the plane.

“Finally, someone putting Y/N in her place, just gets her way all the time.” One of Marcel’s friends piled on.

“Alright, alright, relax…” Trent tried to hush them before nuzzling a little into your neck whispering against your skin. “Wanna get up before we land, beautiful?”

“Don’t wanna” you whispered, still half asleep. “Wanna be back in our bed, T.”

“You’ll have a bed there with me, don’t you worry. C’mon.” He grunted trying to stand up with you latched to him. He managed though and plopped you back on your own seat. The plane landed safely. You all walking off the stairs of the plane into the warm heat.

“I don’t wanna hear anything from you.” You groaned as Lauren came up wrapping her arm around you.

“Relaxxx, Y/N.” She laughed. “It’s fine, we talked about it. It’s all fine.” She attempted to persuade you that her and Marcel fucking wouldn’t be a big deal.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’m actually dying though, it's so hot right now.” You ignored her and started to complain, trying to pull your sweatshirt over your head. You still didn’t feel great and the heat was not helping. When you finally got to where you were staying though your sluggish feeling seemed to disappear at the sight of the luxury villa. It was massive and gorgeous, perfectly settled on the coast line. It had a big lawn out back with an infinity pool at its edge, sun loungers, a beach club below accessible by a private set of stairs. The house was modern, big windows floor to ceiling, each bedroom having an outdoor space. You beamed and grabbed at Trent’s waist squeezing him from behind as he carried all your stuff.

“It’s perfect, T!” You quietly squealed as you squeezed him tighter walking into the house.

“You like it? Happy?” He asked, turning his head to try to see you.

“So happy!” You came round him to hold his hand taking it off your suitcase. You tried to carry your own for a moment but struggled so he shook off your hand and continued carrying both bags while leaning over to press a kiss to your temple.

“Just let me do it, I’m serious.” He laughed at your poor attempt to help. You all explored the house noisily, the boys fighting over rooms, Trent knowing the villa took you immediately to the Master bedroom. It had a big bed in the middle of the room, white, filled with pillows, a cement floor, a giant en suite, and a little living space that led to an outdoor space with a fire. Trent collapsed on the big bed as soon as he walked in… dramatically, of course. Sighing.

“You want me to unpack for you?” You asked as you moved the suitcases around towards the walk-in wardrobe.

“Nah, I want you to c’mere.” He gestured lazily for you to come over to him on the bed. Instinctively, you straddled over him. He was already hard the moment you sank down.

“T…” you giggled as his hands moved quickly but smoothly under your clothes.

“C’mon… I’ve got you all over me last night begging me to fuck you. Just lemme touch you now. You don’t want that any more? hmm?” He smuggly teased you for your desperation last night but was similarly begging for you to let him have sex with you now. His hands pulled off your clothes slowly and sensually, you felt yourself start to go from hungover and tired to very turned on and completely soaked.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” You moaned as you grinded your core on top of his hard cock. His lips pressed into yours for a suffocating kiss. Your body laid flush against his as you made out. You sat back up on his lap and your tits bounced in a mesmerizing way that had Trent immediately following you up, his lips around one of your nipples swiftly, his tongue flicking back and forth over it, surrounding it. You were gasping out a moan when his free hand came up to play with your other. “Oh my god, s-shit, that feels so good, baby.” Attending to one and then the other, swapping his mouth for his hand and his hand for his mouth.

“You’re so fucking hot… fuck. Need to be inside you right now, baby.” He moaned, pulling you back down with him to lay on the bed.

“You want to fuck me, T?” You asked teasingly, rubbing your dripping wet core down his hard length beneath you.

“Yeah, baby. Gimme what’s mine. Let me fuck you so good. Let me make you feel good.” He rattled off words but you had a hard time listening after he lined his cock up with your entrance, lifting your ass up and guided you to sink down taking all of him immediately. You were so wet it was seamless but the minimal foreplay made for pleasurable pain from the stretch of him. “You’re such good girl f’me. You okay, baby?” You nodded and started to ride him after adjusting a little. It felt so good you could feel the knot in your stomach form almost immediately. You and Trent just understood each other's bodies, what each of you needed. He naturally hit the perfect spot every time in quick succession. He roughly rolled you over on the bed to be on top of you. Pinning you under him.

“Oh f-fuck!!!” You practically yelled as Trent hit your g-spot hard and fast, again and again and again. You could hear just how wet you were as your walls hugged him tighter. The knot in your stomach was coming undone quicker than you expected. You tried to put your hand over your mouth to muffle your moans but he wasn’t having that. He held your hands above you with restraint as he continued to fuck you.

“Wanna hear how good I’m making you feel, baby.” He whispered against your neck before biting your sensitive skin only pulling another, louder, moan from you.

“T…” you whined. “Please, I’m so close, I’m so… f-fuck!… I’m so close.” You told him squeezing your eyes shut as you started to feel your orgasm approaching. He was so deep inside that you could feel every ridge and vein.

“Shit, just wait a little bit for me, beautiful. You can do it, yeah, just a little more for me. Take it like a good girl.” Trent struggled to get the words out as your pussy started to clench tighter around him. “Tell me how good I make you feel… tell me your mine, this pussy’s mine.” Lost in his own pleasure drilling in and out of you as you whimpered. The warmth of your pussy completely captivating him. Unbeknownst to you, Lauren had opened the door to the master bedroom about halfway with the innocent intention of coming to see your room before she witnessed you getting absolutely railed by your boyfriend. Her eyes blinked a few times in shock at the rough nature but slammed the door closed immediately. Neither you or Trent even noticed the intrusion too focused on the other.

“What?” George came to ask Lauren with a furrowed brow confused as to why she shut the door so fast.

“Well…” she paused for a moment only then for your voice to be heard through the door, answering for her.

“Fuck, you make me feel..ah! so good. F-fuck… this pussy’s all yours, I’m yours… fuckkk.” You could barely get the sentence out as Trent continued to pound into you. His high now approaching. His large hands drew down your body in between you two and began rubbing little circles on your throbbing clit. Your mind turned to mush. His thrusts becoming increasingly sloppier and harsher.

“You’re such a good girl, f’me. Cum all over my cock, yeah? I’m gonna fill you up, baby. Make a fucking mess on my cock while I fill you up.” Trent babbled as you came, your body aching, your eyes squeezing shut again. You were gasping as Trent fucked you through your high.

“T…baby” you moaned, feeling his release painting your insides.

“That’s my good girl…” he said as he pumped you full of his cum extending the pleasure of your high. He laid on top of you completely spent as you both breathed heavily, whispering I love yous back and forth. Every part of Trent was so unfairly pretty you just laid there admiring every inch unable to move.

“Honestly…” George groaned, rolling his eyes at Lauren. The pair heard the whole crescendo of your little session. “Some people just have it all.” He shook his head.

“His dick can’t be that fucking good…” Lauren laughed as they moved away from your room down the corridor.

“I hate that I know he has a big dick too, like what more does he need. He’s one of the best footie players in the world, fucking makes millions of pounds, he looks like that..” George threw his hand back towards the direction of your room. “And… he’s got a big dick, honestly, of course he has a girl like Y/N.” He grumbled but was laughing a little. Trent was his best friend, of course he felt a little jealousy but he loved him, his rant was purely banter.

“She’s not that great…” Lauren said, laughing at George. He just gave her a telling look. “Okay, well..” she laughed a little harder. “She’s fucking perfect, I know! She’s my best friend. I deal with it every day. She’s so hot, her face is beautiful, she’s smart, she’s so nice, everyone loves her… People like them deserve each other. God just wanted them to have it all.”

“It’s ridiculous.” George laughed equally as hard. “I’m jealous to be fair, imagine fucking pulling a bird like Y/N.” He said walking into the kitchen where a Marcel and a friend of his were sat.

“Yeah, mate… I couldn’t. I’ll never have that shot.” Marcel’s friend answered George’s statement openly.

“Guys…” Lauren cooed with a little pout. “You’re all objectively good looking boys don’t act like T is some… ” she paused trying to think of a way to lie to tell them that being a professional athlete didn’t effect his image to women. “I don’t know…but you could all pull your own version of Y/N, someone good for you.”

“I’m out of this conversation…” Marcel remarked moving to open the refrigerator that was next to where Lauren was standing. “Not really interested in a Y/N variation. Shoot my shot elsewhere” He spoke into the fridge before whispering so only Lauren could hear. “What’d you think, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, can do that.” She whispered back, trying to suppress her giggles.

You had dinner that night out at some restaurant so you got ready with Lauren in her room taking your sweet time. The boys attempted to complain about how long you took but seeing as Trent wasn’t phased by the time consumption and their comments falling on deaf ears, they quickly deduced this is how the trip was going to go. They had no say, you were going to get ready as you pleased.

You wore a white linen halter dress that had a ruffled neckline that cut so open and deep you couldn’t even wear pasties so you were just praying your nipples behaved and stayed covered tonight. You opted for a mesh Gucci nude GG heeled sandal that featured the logo monogram patterned in rhinestone crystals across it paired with Bottega Veneta silver drop earrings and matching silver mini Sardine Bag .It was simple but effective.

You made your way into a fun little restaurant tucked on a cobble stone street you were going to worry about in your heels later. It was private and nice to not stress. You sat at a long table with too much liquor on it already. You nestled next to Trent… obviously but anyways…the boys filled the rest of the table and Lauren had neatly placed herself between George and Marcel’s friend, Marcel across from her. A little bit after you all settled you heard a loud familiar voice.

“I’m here, don’t worry” said muddied in a laugh. You picked your head off Trent’s shoulder to see an illuminated, gorgeous, gorgeous, Jude Bellingham.

“Wow, the golden boy graces us with his presence.” Trent mocked. Jude coming over to give him a hug.

“Mrs.TAA, you okay?” Jude laughed at his own joke and planted a kiss on your cheek.

“Yeah, all good. Haven’t seen you in forever, was starting to miss you.” You teased seeing it had been under a week since you last saw him.

“Alright, lads?” Trent said, sticking his arm out to dap up Jobe and Jude’s friend, Toby. They all proceeded to sit at the table for dinner when you felt your phone buzz. You already knew from who. A text from Lauren…

‘Bathroom immediately. Y/N… wtf.’

You kissed at Trent’s temple before getting up meeting Lauren at her end of the table to walk with her to the bathroom.

“Excuse me! Excuse meee!” She feigned a yell but was whispering, squeezing your arm. You could only laugh at her reaction. Lauren had developed quite the crush on Jude or built some sort of lust at the very least. She’d never actually met Jude but, like everyone else, she was obsessed without having to.

“I’m sorry!” you laughed, not really meaning your apology. “I told you not to ruin your trip night one!” Continuing in a fit of giggles pushing the bathroom door open. “Also, you said ‘it’s fine’” you mocked her voice repeating what she had told you about her and Marcel.

“Oh my fucking god, what do I do?” She looked at herself in the mirror and shook her head. “Why do I do this? I did this to myself… You know what? It is fine, it’s fine.” She started giggling too.

“Is it?” You asked, staring into the mirror with intrigue back at her while reapplying some lip gloss.

“It is!” She yelled laughing. “No, but why can’t I mess around, I’m single. I’m not not going to shoot my shot with fucKING JUDE!” She got louder at the end of her sentence.

“Don’t hurt anyone, that's all I’m asking. Don’t disrupt my peaceful life.” You joked.

“Peaceful is comical” she made fun of you. “But seriously what do I do. I can’t go out there and just like go introduce myself that’s embarrassing and desperate.”

“Because you’re… not….” You laughed. “No, I’m kidding but we’ll just go back out, sit down where we were and eat. If he introduces himself or something gets turned in your direction then you can answer, if not, then we can pretend we forgot, unphased, and introduce you two as we leave before we go out.”

“Fine, fine, yeah, that’ll be fine.” She babbled trying to adjust her outfit now.

“Does that sound ‘fine’” you mocked laughing.

“You’re not being helpful!” She moaned, swatting at you.

“I am! Just do what you do best. Sit there and look pretty and let all the little English boys fall in love with you.” You joked pulling at her top.

“Ugh the accents I cannot.” She whined. “I’m not going to make it out of here alive. How do my boobs look?” She said pressing them together, pushing them up.

“Perfect, if I was a boy.. oooff” you joked making a face. “I’m not and still… ooof.” Flattering her.

“You’re the worst! I can’t believe you did this to me… let’s go…” Lauren moaned, pushing you towards the door, you both still laughing. You arrived at the table following your little plan back to your seats.

“Okay?” Trent asked, pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear.

“All good” you said cheekily, unable to hide a big smile.

“What? What’s up with you?” He smiled seeing yours, pinching at your waist, moving closer to you, starting to press wet kisses against your skin.

“Nothing! Nothing! Stop! Leave me alone!” You giggled squirming, feigning annoyance but loving every touch.

“I forget the nausea momentarily… and then it returns so fast. You two are so gross.” George complained watching you and Trent. Down the table though Lauren was completely disinterested in what was happening in your direction. She sat, her arms slyly pressing her tits together leaned further over than needed to let them practically spill out on the table. She’d lick her lips and play with the straw of her drink slowly. Marcel and his friend weren’t complaining, they figured that’s just Lauren being Lauren. She could feel Jude’s eyes flicker over her though. At first a glance inspecting the table and then a stare infatuated with what he saw down the table. She looked good and Jude wanted to meet her immediately but he was cooler than that, calmer than that so he played the game she was. He recognized who Lauren was from your Instagram and stories but he was fantasizing about getting to really ‘know’ her. Lauren picked her drink up, her tongue dancing around the straw like she had a hard time finding it. She took a sip and wiped her mouth slowly with her thumb, her fingers dragging over her plump lips, her mouth gaping a little. She knew he was watching her so she kept her head still but flicked her eyes towards him. They made eye contact. Jude attempted to wink, he couldn't but he tried. She smiled softly, holding in a laugh and sent him a more successful wink back.

Dinner wrapped up and you all were going to go out to a small club, nothing crazy, not tonight. You stood up, Trent’s arms hung over your shoulders as he stood behind you whispering mischievous things in your ear. You were a little lost in the moment feeling his body against yours, his lips ghosting over your ear, his voice, his hands over you… until you remembered you had to go help Lauren so you stepped out of his hold. Trent wasn’t thrilled, he grabbed at your hand a little with a pout but you pulled to walk away.

“I’ll be back, baby, promise” you cooed, pushing your lips out with a ‘mwah.’ You pulled Lauren from her current conversation and walked with her back over to Jude, Jobe, Toby, and Trent as normal as if you were just coming back to get into the car that was arriving soon. You faked a moment of realization. “Wait, I just remembered you haven’t met yet…” Lauren looking at you with innocent doe eyes like she was unaware.

“Nah, don’t think so.” Toby’s eyes lit seeing Lauren. She was every man’s dream to be fair but he sat on the same side of the table as her so he hadn’t clocked her whole appearance yet.

“Sorry, sorry! My bad, Lauren…erm, this is…” and you went through the motions saving Jude for last.

“You’re so leng.” Jobe’s words fumbled out of his mouth. His cheeks once full dropped, he was shocked he said it aloud. Everyone laughed a little giving Jobe shit as they all politely introduced themselves to one another. Your cheeks warmed hearing Jobe though, something was so endearing about him you just wanted to squish him but you had to focus on Jude for the moment. You pulled the group apart in directions towards the arrived cars nonchalantly leaving Lauren and him trailing behind intentionally.

“My little brothers right, ya know?” Jude spoke first, his hand coming to the small of Lauren’s exposed back.

“About…” she cooed pretending to be naive.

“You’re sexy. You know you’re sexy.” Jude hushly said into her ear. Lauren giggled a little.

“You think?” Trying to play coy but she couldn’t resist saying more. “You’re very sexy too, Mr. Bellingham.”

“Yeah, think so?” He teased, very well aware he was.

“You know you are… but I did manage to find a flaw though.” Lauren spoke as her eyes danced over his frame.

“My flaw?” Jude was taken aback. What was she talking about? It wasn’t the way he thought this conversation was going so he just waited with the new feeling of being on edge.

“Someone cannot wink.” Lauren laughed adjusting her top but really just was calling attention to her tits. “It’s fine we all have our flaws.” She teased.

“I’m not sure I’m seeing any right now.” He whispered against her ear. She could feel his plump lips, his hand moving down her spine a little more. “You can’t possibly have one.” He fed her ego.

“People say I’m a little too touchy, maybe that’s a flaw.” She cooed looking straight ahead pretending to ignore his proximity.

“Nah, can’t be that.” Jude laughed a little. “Haven’t touched me once.” He reminded her. Lauren turned towards him almost immediately, placing her hand on his chest.

“Do you want me to touch you?” She said the words dripping with seduction.

“I know what you’re doingggg” you jumped a little as Trent sang smug in your ear when he came up behind you his hands caressing your skin.

“Just let them meet…” you said sheepishly, a little shy with your decision and under the warm touch of his hands.

“Y/N, Marce is involved now, this is a bad idea, baby.” He tried to explain. He placed a kiss behind your ear before coming in front of you holding your hands out fiddling with your fingers until he laced his with yours.

“C’mon, let it unfold! They’re all adults.” You whined with a pout. Pulling his hands a little towards you for him to let go of yours only to return his back on your body.

“Barely…” he laughed, gripping your ass, palming it in his hands. You could only shake your head giggling along with him.

You made it inside the club, it was chic, small, good music, good vibes, you had kind of split off into two groups within your own section. Jude and Trent, Jobe and Marcel, it just worked that way. You were cuddled up with Trent, next to Lauren, the others spread around you. Having probably too many drinks but you were happy. You couldn’t help yourself from making out with Trent sporadically. Although when he got up to go talk to Marcel quickly when he remembered something, you suddenly felt just how needy you were, immediately missing him. God, were you that horny? Fuck… but it wasn’t that, you were actually just absolutely wasted. You hadn’t noticed from how firm Trent’s hands had held you, so steady. You were really fucked up and not in a good way, your head was spinning. When you looked at Lauren, her figure blurred. You stood up, wobbled a little, and started to go to the bathroom.

“Want me to go with you?” Lauren asked sweetly, rising up from her seat but you waved her off. You needed to reset. Get some water, splash some on your face, and be somewhere quiet for a second. In retrospect, you should’ve told Trent where you were going, asked him to help you. He would’ve, he literally stepped away for 5 minutes and you acted like he had deserted you and you had to survive on your own. Lauren told Trent you where you went when he came back and he hummed in understanding getting caught up on the current conversation mindlessly unaware of your state.

‘Fuck’ you said as you gripped the bathroom sink. You turned around quickly only to trip, smacking to the flooring barely reaching the toilet before you threw up. This was a disaster. You felt like you were going to cry all alone. You don’t know what you drank but something fucked you up bad. You sat on the floor for a while before standing, pulling yourself up by the sink, leaning desperately on it. You looked in the mirror and sighed at how disheveled you looked. It brought back haunting memories of times before you had met Trent. ‘No, no, no, not doing this.’ You slapped your face. You had been gone for ages when Trent texted you, that’s when he and Lauren both realized she had your phone. You gathered yourself best you could, conscious enough now to know you needed Trent, Lauren, you don’t know Marce… literally anyone you knew to help you. You opened the bathroom door and stepped into the hall before leaning against the wall to prepare yourself to go back. It was then you realized you maybe didn’t want literally anyone you knew to help you. You felt sicker than you did before when you heard the voice.

“Well, well, well, I’ll be fucking damned. Nothings changed huh?” A man’s voice cooed from in front of you. You knew exactly who it was, it was fucking crazy he was here but you knew who it was but you could barely lift your head up.

Chase… Chase was let’s just say not a good person and for some reason he was like a tumor on you. He was cancerous, ever growing, returning at inconvenient moments, sickening, life ending. To say he treated you like shit would be an understatement. You felt his calloused finger lift up your chin. “Not happy to see me. Come onnn Y/N” he dragged. You winced as he placed his hand against the wall next to your head caging you in. You and Lauren both knew Chase from university but you specifically did all things unimaginably imoral with him. “What are you doing at a club here? Where have you been? Haven’t heard from you in ages… not like you.”

“Fuck yo-you.” You swayed slurring and he laughed. “I mmmoved to the UK, I didn’t want you to hear from me.” You managed to get out some words.

“Yeah, still skinny as ever… “ he gripped his opposite hand around your arm, his fingers being able to wrap fully around it. “How’s that working out, have a new man stuffing your mouth full?” He rudely asked. You could only shake your head. Suddenly though you felt like you saw an angel cutting through the crowd. Trent appeared next to you and grabbed Chase’s hand harshly off the wall. Your eyes welled up relieved but your stomach dropped now nervous upon his arrival.

“You wanna back up, mate?” Trent spit.

“What the fuck, bro?” Chase shouted shaking his arm out of Trent’s hold.

“Back the fuck up from my girl.” Trent said again sternly, much more calm then Chase, stepping slightly in front of you.

“Ahhhh…” Chase laughed mockingly. “Your girl… I see. That’s how you got to Greece. Opened your legs up the second you hear an accent like your dads? The jokes write themselves, babe”

“You need to shut the fuck up right now.” Trent bit back.

“Or what bro? Do you know who my dad fucking is? Who the hell are you?” Chase obnoxiously and confidently pushed unknowingly against Trent.

“I’m so fucking serious…” Trent paused when a friend of Chase’s you’d never met came over. His arms flinging around his neck.

“Yooooo, how the fuck did you meet Trent Alexander-Arnold!” The friend yelled drunkenly. Trent rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “Yo, fuck City, you guys should’ve won the league. Can I get a picture with you, my man?”

“Mate, look, great to meet you but not right now. Currently your friend is being a cunt.” He emphasized the word. “… to my girlfriend so I’m sorry brother.” How Trent seemed to remain kind to a stranger in the middle of this you didn’t know.

“Oh, got yourself some shitty athlete only he would know, embarrassing honestly.” Chase spoke again, gesturing to his drunk friend hanging off him.

“Bro! That’s Trent Alexander-Arnold. He’s fucking won everything in soccer. He’s like one of the best right backs in the world.” Chase’s friend informed him and momentarily Chase felt stupid and panicked but it only spurred him to push his friend away and say something more crass.

“Aye good for you, she’s easy to manipulate, I get it. Pussy’s fucking tight, lets you fucking use her how ever you want.” He kept talking and you felt like you were going to throw up again.

“T…” you said pulling on Trent’s arm.

“Y/N, fucking find Marcel… now.” Trent practically barked at you, motioning you to go back to your section and you listened obediently as your eyes welled with more tears making it hard to see. His head quickly snapped back to Chase

“See, she just does whatever you say. Can be a bitch but you just shut her up with a dick in her mouth. Keeps her skinny too… she’d be just fine gagging on me.” Chase laughed.

You stumbled back into the roped off area, falling before getting back to anyone. Jude and Marcel rushed to pick you up.

“Shit! Are you okay?” Jude said crouching down to you.

“Hey…What the fuck is happening?” Marcel asked you panicked. Jude helped you up but his eyes were scanning the place looking for Trent. You started balling crying. You couldn’t breathe. Marcel carried you over to the couch where you clung to Lauren sobbing.

“Who the fuck is he talking to?” Jude asked into the club’s air. Lauren perked up stretching her neck to try to see and when she saw who was in front of Trent she audibly gasped.

“Holy fuck… fuck.” She was shocked. She recognized Chase immediately.

“What the fuck is going on?” Jude asked, seeing her reaction. “I’m going over there to see what’s happening.” Leaving abruptly. As he approached Trent he could hear the tail end of one of Chase’s sentences.

“She’ll come back to New York I’m sure crying to me when you realize she’s not that hot, nothing more than a good fuck. Another whore desperate for attention.” Chase cackled looking behind Trent seeing you struggle.

“Shut the fuck up bro. Fuck you” Trent shouted, everything went red. His ears were ringing. He felt his knuckles crack against Chase’s bone structure as it broke. He hit Chase so hard he fell to the ground knocked out for a moment as his nose gushed. His cheekbone and nose completely shattered.

“Aye! Aye! What the fuck is going on!” Jude rushed over grabbing Trent, pushing him away, standing in between the two boys. Chase’s friend came running back too.

“Oh fuck!” He said looking down at his friend before seeing that Jude had come over. “Yooo Bellingham you’re the goat, man, this is crazy” the kid was clearly fucked up and didn’t care too much about Chase’s well being and was more interested in meeting Jude, who frankly didn’t even bat an eye at the mention of his name.

“Fuck you! Don’t fucking ever come near her again, don’t fucking touch her, don’t talk to her, don’t even fucking think about her. You’re a piece of shit!” Trent spat at the ground Chase was still laying on. Jude was still piecing together what was happening but was quick to back Trent regardless. He didn’t need any information or reason.

“Fuck you bro. Take your small dick and your dad’s credit card out of here, you cunt!” Jude yelled as Chase scrambled to get up. Security came over and picked up Chase telling him he needed to leave. It was a surprise to Chase and his friend, they looked dumbfounded but it wasn’t a shock to Trent and Jude at all.

“What the fuck? Are you serious? That dick punched me.” Chase groaned, holding his nose. He was right Trent knocked him the fuck out but as ‘important’ as Chase thought he was or as big of a deal as he thought his dad could be, it was never going to match up with the status of footballers.

“Sorry, sir. We prioritize the safety of our VIP patrons. You’re causing a disturbance and we do not tolerate any type of harassment.” The security guard said robotically, shoving the two boys out.

Jude didn’t ask Trent what happened. He knew it was better just to leave it alone for now so they both walked back to your area in silence. Trent’s heart pounding, his fist bruising, his mind running wild with what he just heard about you. You were still collapsed on Lauren crying when they returned. Trent pulled you off her and wiped your tears, swiping under your eyes with his thumbs softly. He was so gentle as he picked your limp body up.

“Let’s go. We’re going back to the fucking villa.” He said so aggressively in contrast to his touch moments ago.

“I’ll come with you…” Lauren said standing up.

“No… fuck no, seriously. Me and her are fucking leaving, just have a good time. We’ll see you lot later.” Trent shortly said, moving with intent out of the club..

He knew everything about your past, you had told him but he brushed it off, he didn’t like it but it wasn’t like you two met virgins, he had a past as well you weren’t fond of. You were adults, you moved past all that, or so you thought. That said, Trent was feeling a blinding rage at the moment. Hearing this fucking boy talking about you completely infuriated him. You witnessed girls falling all over him all the time, in front of you blushing at his words, holding his arm tightly in a photo, god, posting him on their Instagram stories drooling, it was hard but that’s the life you had committed to. You trusted him at the end of the day to only be with you. On the flip side of the relationship though, Trent had never really seen you interact with any other men. He kind of moved you directly to be under his watch early on and you were happy with that. The guys you were around were always his teammates, family, close friends and you were his. He never saw you out at a club dancing, he never saw you flirt with a waiter jokingly with your friends, he never saw any of it because he was always there until he wasn’t. He couldn’t have been there for times you had been with Chase. It drove him mad there was nothing he could do about your previous antics. He blacked out, not from alcohol but from anger.

Chase treated you like shit. Plain and simple. Cheated on you, although you’re not really sure you were ever his girlfriend but he definitely was your boyfriend. He called you nasty names, used you for sex, it was mean, rough, and derogatory always, he made fun of you constantly, the whole experience was demoralizing and it tanked your self esteem. You don’t know why you chose him, the whole ‘the man you meet at 19’ rang in your head, for whatever reason you had and he stuck to you like a leech. You just wanted someone, anyone to love you because you had fallen so out of love with yourself, but he loathed you, he did everything but love you. The self doubt and hatred was bad, scary, and toxic. It created a terrible relationship between you and other people, you and food, you and your body. You resented Chase for it because he planted the seed. It wasn’t until about a year or so before you had met Trent that you finally drew a line. Things had gone too far. He pushed you too far.

The car ride home with Trent was excruciatingly silent. The inside of the car was so cold, you felt he was miles away sitting on the other side of the seat. He completely disconnected from you. He couldn’t stomach it. He couldn’t stop thinking about Chase fucking you. Hearing him mention the tightness of your pussy made Trent ill. He loved you no matter what but right now he couldn’t handle the emotions swishing around in his head, the liquor pooling in his liver… fuck, the image of the hem of your dress dangerously high on your thigh lit by the moonlight in the car. He hated that he wanted to fuck you right now, prove to you that Chase was never the one for you, but the thought of it alone hurt his heart. He wasn’t meant to compete for you. How could you have been with someone else, he didn’t blame you, you didn’t know Trent yet but he was heartbroken, his Y/N, his Y/N was with someone else. He just wanted to make this all go away. Disappear. He knew it was a juvenile emotion but he couldn’t shake his anger.

“I’m sorry” you tried to speak but Trent was still in a fury.

“Enough Y/N.” He yelled, slamming a water on the bedside table. “Just go to fucking bed, alright?” So you did. You walked to your side of the bed but you were struggling to get your dress off. “C’mere.” Trent said much softer now, sweet almost. He helped you out of it, taking off your jewelry carefully as you stood completely naked in front of him. “It’s so frustrating how beautiful you look all the fucking time.” Shutting his eyes trying to block his view of you. “Just go to bed…please” He pleaded when he pushed a t-shirt of his back at you. He left the room. You curled up in bed, he sat out on the couch, both quiet, just blankly staring. It was a while later but Trent’s tornado of thoughts was paused momentarily when he heard a familiar loud laugh from outside the villa. When he started to see the shadows of everyone else outside coming back from the club, he got up and made his way to your room.

When he opened the door he felt sick. He wasn’t mad at you at all. He was upset that someone was talking about you, that someone else had been with you, touched you, knew you intimately when you were his. He was insatiably jealous. He looked at you and you looked so frail, you didn’t radiate the same glow you usually did, your body looked drained. As he quietly stepped further into the room, he could see that your body was shaking trying to keep your tears silent. He could hear you sniffle and gasp for air occasionally. He wanted to punch himself now, he couldn’t be the one that made you like this. This is not how you’re supposed to be. He was supposed to make you happy, keep you happy, and here you were miserable partly because of him. ‘Fuck’ he muttered as he heard everyone else finally in the house drunk, rowdy… happy. He took off all his clothes down to his boxers before he slid into the bed. He pulled the blankets up over himself and you. He didn’t want you to feel like he didn’t love you. He pulled your limp body towards him by your waist. You took a deep breath feeling his hands back on you. You knew he was there the second he opened the door but smelling him, feeling the heat off his skin made you cry even harder. You were falling apart in his arms so he just held you tighter. He pressed his lips to the back of your neck and held them there. He didn’t really want to kiss you yet, he was still upset but he needed to be that close to you. “I got you, I’m right here, your Ts got you.” He whispered as his lips moved over your skin. You started to calm in his arms more after hearing his voice. He held you so tight to his chest. If you weren’t having trouble breathing from all the crying you would’ve had trouble because of his hold. You dozed off eventually, exhausted physically and emotionally from the night. Once Trent knew you had fallen asleep he finally let himself close his eyes too.

You were so out of it you hadn’t noticed your phone had been blowing up with texts from Lauren. She was freaking out. She had an okay night knowing you’d be safe with Trent but she kind of cooled her jets with the whole Marcel and Jude decision. At the beginning of the night she had kind of thought she was going to hook up with Jude but then right after you left, Marcel was so comforting to her, she started to get confused so she opted for neither.

It was early morning when she woke up a little anxious now that the house was completely silent, she was more sober and worried sick about you. She also realized how absolutely thirsty she was so she slumped off her bed and made her way to the kitchen. She had packed pajamas that were sexy, girlie, cute, but in the drunken chaos of the night she ended up in a little bralette and tiny biker shorts. You would argue that calling them shorts would be a stretch. Her entire ass was out. Anyways, she crept into the kitchen quietly but she almost screamed when she felt someone’s hand wrap around hers on the handle of the refrigerator, their body coming behind hers.

“Jesus fucking Christ you scared the shit out of me!” She started to laugh because her heart was beating so fast. She turned her head to see the ever pretty, but currently very sleepy Jude’s face, lit by the refrigerator light.

“Sorry, Angel.” He spoke softly and low.

“What are you doing up?” She whispered, turning fully to him.

“Could ask you the same.” He cooed back.

“I’m worried obviously.” She shrugged at the obvious.

“They’ll be fine I think, Trenski’s just never had to deal with any of that with her before. They’re okay.” He attempted to reassure Lauren as his hand wrapped around her waist. She just hummed a little, taken aback by his hands movements, her heart still beating very fast. “Thought I was gonna spend a little more time with you tonight.”

“Oh yeah? That’s sweet. I’m sorry, I just needed to get to bed tonight when we got home, usually I’m up for a little after party.” Lauren spoke into the quiet kitchen, sexual tension thick in the air.

“I would’ve liked that. Maybe tomorrow… or today I guess.” Jude laughed

“Yeah. For sure. Well, I was going to go back to bed after I got my water.” Lauren held up the bottle for display with a cute sleepy smile.

“Yours or mine?” Jude cheekily laughed.

“Stop!” She slapped at his chest. He took the chance to slip his other hand around her, pulling her body flush against his.

“You want me to stop…” he whispered.

“No… no, I don’t think so.” Lauren whispered back. Jude’s face incredibly close to hers now, their noses touching.

“I told you how sexy I think you are, yeah?” He continued to whisper his hands coming to grab at her ass roughly. Kneading it. She moaned before pressing her lips against his.

“Is this a good idea?” She asked, feigning some sort of innocence.

“I don’t really care.” Jude spoke, his teeth biting onto her lip pulling it back with him. Their hands all over each other. A proper make out ensued as the sun began to rise.

“Tomorrow… your bed.” Lauren moaned out muffled by another kiss.

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Aur naur requests are open!

Can I request Vil,Leona and Azul (separate) with a fem!reader s/o reading a horror novel and they ask what she's reading and she explains in great detail the terrifying disturbing things in the novel. I'm reading the novel Misery and I'd recommend it. It's a great horror novel!

SUMMARY: Their S/O describes something morbid from a book they're reading.

WARNINGS: Death (Azul, Vil.) Torture (Vil.) and Murder (Azul.)

COMMENTS: i pulled out my own horror novels for this (and some really freaky history shit. i'm going to talk about the bloody countess btw)

ALSO IF YOU CATCH WHAT IM REFERENCING IN LEONA'S I LOVE YOU

i took vil's in a different direction because i was inspired so yeah

When Leona asked you what you were reading, he didn’t expect you to absolutely light up. You scoot close to him and place the book on his thigh, and Leona decides to humor you even if he was trying to nap.

“One of the characters is running for their life right now.” you say, giggling like it’s the funniest thing in the world, “There’s this creature that he’s hallucinating due to a goopy thing that got injected into him on a bridge—no I’m not going to explain so don’t ask—and it leaves goopy footprints everywhere. It goes from just standing there to running after him and when he looks back there are handprints on the ground too. It’s so creepy to think of something bounding after him that he can’t even see!”

Leona pauses to soak in the information you just dumped on him before groaning. If that’s what you’re into, he’s not going to judge. Just as long as you stop giggling so he can sleep.

When Azul asks you what you’re reading, it’s a simple attempt at small talk. He rests his arm on the booth you’re sitting at and leans over your shoulder, curious.

“This is a good part,” you beam, scooting over in the booth so he can sit down, “This guy just got killed and his corpse is all bloated. It’s like water has been forced under his skin and filled up his lungs as he gargled for mercy...his mouth is still open and everything too, and it's like his jaw has been stretched by all his screaming. His limbs are all twisted up and his eyes are rolled back and oh, don’t worry about it!! He was shitty and I hated him. He deserved it!”

Azul blinks, slowly processing everything you just told him. Ah, so that’s what you like to read. Very interesting, however morbid it may be. Perhaps you should talk to Jade, no? He would find this just as fascinating as you.

When Vil asks you what you’re reading, he does it as a way to start a conversation with you. You seem very intrigued by what you’re reading, scribbling down notes on a separate sheet of paper.

“It’s a biography on the Queen of Hearts.” you explain, not looking up from your paper, “I read a lot of novels about women who killed back in my world, so I wanted to compare her to them since she executed her citizens without much consideration for their lives. See, the Bloody Countess is one of the more notable ones, torturing her servant girls by pouring honey on their bodies and letting bugs bite them in the spring. In the winter, she would pour cold water on their bodies and watch them freeze. She would also jam sharp objects under their nails and—”

Vil nods along to what you’re saying, intrigued by your train of thought. He obviously isn’t aware of what your world holds, so hearing about it in relation to his world is fascinating.