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her-power · 6 months ago

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beg (joseph quinn x fem! reader)18+

warnings: language, strong sexual content, lots and lots of making out, bathroom fool around. It’s not that explicit (edit: it’s horny, whoops lol, there’s an unexpected belt restraining 😵‍💫) it’s playful, funny, but minors, stay the eff away.

summary: you run into JQ at a karaoke bar (I know, there’s a theme with these 😂) and drunkenly tell him that you wrote smut about him. he begs you to show him and he’s very…interested.

word count: idk, lots of words 🫠

You were drunk.

You didn’t mean to get this drunk, but there was something about the energy of a karaoke bar that made you want to get loaded. You had just finished singing Bohemian Rhapsody, and had received a roar from the crowd of people who sang along with you, and lots of clapping. Your friends wanted you to sing more, but you needed a break. And some water. You saunter over to the bar, asking for a glass of water which you chug down. Probably not the best idea, but you were thirsty, and it felt like it was thousands of degrees in the building. You took three ice cubes out of the glass and pop them in your mouth, cooling yourself down.

“Your Freddie Mercury dance moves was quite impressive.” A soft, English accented voice reaches your ears and you glance up at the man standing next to you. You gasp, an ice cube sliding down your throat causing you to choke a little. His eyes are wide and he’s almost laughing. “I’m sorry, didn’t mean to make you choke.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You manage to breathe out.

Joseph fucking Quinn was standing next to you.

“I’m sorry, that was rude, hi…you are…wow. I must be really drunk cause there is no way you’re standing next to me.” You suppress a giggle and he chuckles.

“Nope, I am a real.” He leans against the bar, twirling his beer bottle. “You good? No more choking?”

“Uh…” you laugh, blindly searching for the bar stool which he scoots behind you and you sit. “Need to sit down for this, why are you in the most rural part of town at a hole in the wall karaoke bar?”

He laughs. “Been filming a movie the next town over, got some nice beaches down this way. This seemed like a good place to be unrecognizable.”

He meets your eyes.

Gods, he was beautiful.

You blush and look away. “Came to the right spot, it’s dim, dreary, smells like piss and shame. I don’t think my friends know where I went.” You glance around the bar, spotting your friends sitting at the table in the corner, drunkenly crying. Yeah, sitting right here feels much better than that, you think.

“My favorite kind of place.” He giggles. “What are you drinking?”

“You…NOPE…wow. Intrusive thoughts won, I’m so sorry.” You put your palms over your face and he laughs loudly. “Ughhhh, this is not happening. I’m making a fool out of myself in front of such a beautiful man. I used to be so good at this.”

“I think you’re being pretty adorable.” He says close to your ear and you almost yelp. He giggles at your behavior and you tell him you’ve been drinking bourbon all night. He orders you a drink and your hand shakes as you bring the rim to your lips.

“Easy, love. You don’t need to be nervous around me.” He nudges you with his shoulder and you relax a little.

“How do I know you’re not like Ted Bundy? Hmm?” You smile at him, taking a sip of his drink.

“Do I look like a serial killer?”

“Ted Bundy didn’t.” You counter and he smiles.

“Touché, but no, I’m not here to kill you.”

“Oh yeah? What are you here to do to me?”

Foot. In. Mouth. You’re gonna make him leave, you’re gonna make him go away by just being a fucking creep.

“What do you want me to do to you?” His voice is low, and your heart beats rapidly as you stare at him with your mouth hanging open. He smirks at you, gently taking his finger and lifting your chin to close your mouth, and winks.

“Oooookay…we’re flirting. This is…okay. Why do I feel like I’m in a setting of one of my stories?”

“Stories?”

Fuck me.

You groan. You need to learn to stop talking to yourself in public, because shit like this happens and you spill secrets you’re not supposed to spill. “Huh? What? No…I mean…nothing, it’s nothing.”

“Friends don’t lie.”

“Oh we’re friends? You don’t even know my name.”

“So tell me.” He turns towards you, your elbows are touching and his eyes are staring deep into yours, they subtly glance down your form and then meet your eyes again. You bite your bottom lip, smiling and tell him your name. “Okay, now we’re friends.”

“I’m not telling you what I said.” You laugh, sipping your drink. He looks at you shocked and the way he moved his head back was comical, you choke on your drink again.

“That is very rude and not fair.”

You roll your eyes. “Fine, I wrote a story about you awhile back.”

He points to himself and smiles. “What kind of story?”

“You don’t wanna know.”

“Oh but I do.” He slides your bar stool closer to him. “Whisper it.”

He’s so close to you, you can smell his cologne and the subtle aroma of beer on his breath. You just stare at him, not answering him. “It’s naughty isn’t it?”

You look away from him, and blush. He gasps excitedly. “Show me!”

Your eyes widen. “What?! No way! It’s embarrassing and it’s horny.”

“Even better.”

“No.” You lean into him and smile. He groans, draping his arm over the back of your chair.

“What do I have to do to get you to show me?” His mouth is so close to yours. You wondered what his lips felt like. You had imagined it, clearly.

“Beg for it.” You smile and he laughs.

“Is that what I do in your story? Beg?”

A tingle forms in your belly at the way he said that and you blush. “I’m just kidding.”

“What if I’m not?”

“Okay, you need to settle down.” You laugh, playfully pushing him away and he giggles. “Can’t believe I’m flirting with you right now, this is insane. I have to pee…watch my drink.”

He smirks, sliding your drink next to his and placing his jacket over the back of your seat. Your legs immediately start shaking as you make your way to the bathroom, your friend Stacey is coming out of the bathroom as you open the door.

“Hey! We’re going, do you need a ride?” She asks you.

You glance back at the bar. “No, I’m okay. I can take an Uber home.”

“By yourself? I don’t know if I feel right about that.”

You gently pat her face. “I’ll be fine. I don’t really wanna share a ride with you all crying about what happened on Love Island.”

She laughs. “Shut up, I know. I hate myself too. Okay, please text me when you get home. Don’t go home with any strangers.” She kisses your cheek.

“Yes, mom.”

Ha, if only she knew.

Although, was he a stranger?

Yes, dumbass.

But, a highly known stranger.

Not in the middle of nowhere USA.

You push open the stall door, quickly do your business and wash your hands. There was no one else in there with you, and you took a minute to look over yourself in the mirror. Your cheeks were flushed from the embarrassment of telling him you wrote a sex story about him, and also the fact that he was so…flirtatious and sexy. You adjust your high waisted jeans and pull your black cropped tank down. As of lately; you have grown to love your body and its shape, but you were suddenly feeling self conscious sitting next to a celebrity.

The door to the bathroom opens and you glance up in the mirror.

There he was. Smiling. Comedically tip toeing into the bathroom, locking the door while you stand there stunned.

“What are you-“ His hands are on your waist in a flash, and his soft lips press against yours, sweetly, gently. His hands go into your hair and a sigh escapes you, you almost fall backwards but he wraps his arms around your waist tighter, holding you to him. Your hands go to his chest, and you gently push him back, your lips falling away from each other with a smack. Your eyes dart back and forth from his eyes to his lips and he’s grinning at you.

“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t wait any longer.” He tells you and you still cannot find words.

He was a good kisser.

Maybe you could show him your story, but that could wait. You wanted to kiss him again, so you did. His tongue glides into your mouth and you groan, pushing your body against his, bumping into the wall, almost falling over the trash can. His hands find your thigh and squeeze gently, lifting you up delicately and your head slams against the automatic paper towel dispenser.

“Ow!” You laugh loudly as the paper towels come out behind you, vroooooom.

“Oh shit I’m sorry!” He pulls away from your lips quickly and holds your head. You laugh, holding his face and kissing him again. He smiles against your lips, his hand grips your waist and you sigh, moving your hands over his back, down past his ass and you pull his waist flush against you. He groans against your mouth, and lifts you on the bathroom counter. You didn’t care how gross this counter probably was, you just wanted to be close to him. He pushes himself between your legs and you could feel his hardness through his jeans. His lips find your throat and you gasp when he gently bites on your sensitive skin. His hand glides up your soft skin, over your bra and your nipple hardens as his palm grazes over your breast.

“Mmm…we should…stop…” You whisper against his neck.

“Do you want me to stop?” He whispers, his tongue flicks out over the vein at your throat and you moan, clawing at his back.

“No…but…not here…somewhere else.” You gasp.

He pulls away from you and smiles sweetly, kissing you again and helps you down from the counter. You unlock the door, surprised to see that no one was waiting to kick you guys out and as you exit the bathroom he takes your arm and pulls you to him, kissing you deeply. Your back hits the wall and you smile against his lips, his hands fisting through your hair.

“Yeah, get it girl!” A woman says as she makes her way to the bathroom and the two of you pull away laughing. You take his hand and take him to the outside patio, you patted yourself down to make sure your phone and wallet was still in your jeans. You find a vacant picnic table and sit on top of it, shaking the nerves out of your hands as you stare up at him. He smiles, his dimples showing and you blush.

His hand cups your face and you lean into it, he kisses your lips softly and sits down on the bench beneath you. You smile, opening your phone and go to your word document app. He lights up a cigarette and you cringe, holding the phone towards him.

His eyes light up. “Is this it?” And you nod. He giggles, his eyes scanning the first few paragraphs. “Wow, you’re a really good writer…oh…” he meets your eyes, his wide and playful. You blush looking away from him and he laughs, his hand gently squeezes your knee. “This is…horny.” His hand squeezes your thigh and you have to suppress a moan that is about to escape.

“He puts his mouth on your…whoa…whoaaaaa…” he meets your eyes again, his face is flushed. “It’s hot, is it hot? I’m sweating. If I read anymore I’m gonna take you on this table.” He hands the phone back to you and you giggle, covering your face with his hands. He stands over you, the cigarette dangling from his lips. You take it from him, inhale on it, and pull his face towards yours.

“Breathe in.” You tell him, as you exhale and the smoke comes out, your lips barely graze and he inhales, stepping back a little letting the smoke glide out of his lungs.

He blushes and smirks at you. “That was in there wasn’t it?”

You nod, biting your lip, handing him the cigarette. He smiles large, snuffing the cigarette out in the ashtray. He moves towards you, curling a piece of hair behind your ear. “You wanna get out of here?”

You stare into his eyes and nod. He grins, and as you’re about to open your Uber app he puts his hand over yours. “No need, I have a driver.” He nods to the back parking lot and you see a black livery car with a driver in the front seat. “Just tell me where to go.”

So, you tell him the direction to your house. You had snuggled up against his chest on the car ride, his hand softly rubs your shoulder and you pull up in front of your apartment building. He tells the driver to head back to the hotel and will call when he needs to get picked up. He follows you up the stairs to the second floor and you turn on your lights. You shut and lock the door, blushing again.

“Why do you keep blushing?” He teases, gently cupping your cheek.

“Because you’re in my apartment and have been kissing me all night.” You sigh. “And I’m confused on why out of all the beautiful women in the bar, you sought me out.”

“Well, none of those other beautiful women could sing Bohemian Rhapsody like you did.”

You roll your eyes. “If you were ten minutes earlier you would’ve seen my rendition of You Oughta Know.”

He laughs. “Now that would’ve made me beg for you.”

You’re not even all the way into your apartment before he’s kissing you. He practically drags you blindly into the living room and into the wall. He pushes his body against yours, kissing you deeply, his hands going over your belly and up your shirt. You gasp, gripping onto his forearms as he kisses down your chest, pulling your shirt over your head. His lips glide down your stomach until his on his knees, licking just above the button of your jeans and he pops the button. He gazes up at you, and your head falls back against the wall as he pulls your jeans down, and you step out of them. He grips your thighs, kissing them softly and his hands caress your backside. He pulls down your underwear and your entire body trembles, and you groan as his mouth goes on you like he was starving. You grip at his hair as he feasts on you, still pinching yourself because there was no way this was real and that he was doing this to you in your apartment.

His fingers glide inside you as he continues his feast, and you moan loudly, your body almost sliding down the wall but he holds you up with his free hand. He tells you to come in his mouth and your entire body reacts to his voice and how he curls his fingers deeper inside you. You tense up and you scream in pleasure loudly, holding onto the wall for support as you clench around his fingers and he moans against you. He pulls his fingers out of you and glides back up your body, kissing you passionately. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and he lifts you, you direct him to your bedroom and pushes open the door with his foot and he falls backwards on the bed, taking you with him. His hands move up your back as he kisses you and unhooks your bra, it falls down your arms and you toss it to the ground, straddling him and he bites back a moan as you scoot yourself back, pulling off his jeans. He sits up quickly, pulling his shirt over his head and you run your hand over his slightly toned tummy, crashing your lips against his. You couldn’t wait any longer for this, you end up pulling him out of the hole from his boxer briefs and you immediately lower yourself down on him.

A broken moan escapes you as he fills you up and his head falls back against the pillows. You rock your hips against him, your body trembles as his lips catch your nipple in his mouth and he gently bites down, you gasp loudly.

“Do you want me to beg?” He groans and you whimper as you rock your hips faster. You moan, a soft laugh escaping you and you nod. You move off of him, moving up his body like a snake and you kiss him deeply. You take his hands, holding both of them above his head, reaching down to take the belt you had on your jeans. His eyes light up and he giggles.

“Oh, we’re doing this.” He says with a chuckle, biting his lower lip.

“You’re an actor.” You smirk, wrapping the belt around his wrists and attached it to the bars on your headboard. “Act.”

“What if I’m not acting?” He clasps his hands together in the restraint.

You smirk, gazing down at him. “Even better.” You meet his soft lips, straddling him, and you could already tell he was getting frustrated because he couldn’t touch you. Your hand glides down his abdomen, over his hips and over his length. His lips buck and his eyes flutter close, a soft sigh escaping him.

You kiss his chest gently, running your tongue over his nipple and he groans. You meet his lips again, grinding your hips against his and reach down to touch him, you grip him hard and then stop.

“Please.” He whispers, almost whining.

“Please what?” You ask, smiling against his cheek, taking his jaw in your hand, turning his head to look at you and a seductive laugh comes out of his mouth with your forcefulness.

“Keep touching me.” He says, moving his face to kiss your lips. “I’m begging you.”

You grin, wrapping your hand around his length and fist him slowly. You lean down to kiss his neck and he moans as your hand picks up speed and his body is arching. “Let me fuck you.” He groans, struggling again. You meet his eyes, gently kissing him as your other hand reaches up to untie the belt from the headboard. His hands come down so fast, the belt goes flying and he’s taking your face in his hands, his tongue sliding into your mouth as he forces himself on top of you. He hooks your leg around his waist and pushing himself inside you hard. You moan loudly as he rolls his hips, the sensation of his speed and his pelvis grinding against you was causing you to feel so many different things at once. His noises were loud and so were yours, beautiful harmonies of two feral beings just needing to feel something.

Your orgasm was approaching fast and he could feel it too, so he slows down. Rocking into you slowly, gently, his lips soft against yours. His hands gently go through your hair and you didn’t know what was hotter: him taking his time with you or how animalistic he was moments ago. A whimper escapes you as you feel your orgasm approach, his breath was hot against your lips as your head falls back, and you’re holding onto his back as you come, this orgasm so much more powerful than the last one and he comes soon after you. His sounds deep, raspy, beautiful.

He lays with his head on your chest, catching his breath and you run your fingers over his hair. He looks up at you, cheekily grinning. “Now, that was a smut story.” He laughs loudly as you giggle, pushing him off of you and he falls to the floor with a thud. His head pops up as he looks at you, a mischievous smirk on his face.

“Now it’s your turn to beg.”

the end

#joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn #Eddie Munson

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gracefulserpent1207 · 1 month ago

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SONIC 3 MAJOR SPOILERS!!!

PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE FILM

My Sonic 3 Review:

Opening the film with Shadow waking up to memories of Maria I am SICK

Maria... was playing... Live and Learn... on guitar... omg... my heart...

OZZY'S "You stole my hoomans!" LMAOOOOOO

The fact that when Sonic says to Tom "I don't know what I'd do without you, I'd probably be a completely different hedgehog", they cut to Shadow - that is PEAK cinematography!

SHADOW ON HIS MOTORBIKE!!!

BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY AGENT STONE ON A MOTORBIKE HELLO???

Tails wanted to go the chao garden he is so adorable I love him so much 😭 and the look on his face when they start performing he's just a little guy 🥺

THE WAY THE CHAO WERE RUNNING ABOUT WHEN THE CHAO GARDEN WAS ATTACKED WAS SO FUNNY

Eggman watching telenovelas is so accurate actually

Agent Stone is just so in love isn't he? In fact the Stobotnik scenes in this film were some of my favourite scenes - Lee Majdoub you're amazing

Keanu Reeves was AMAZING as Shadow

Shadow looked so scared when he was put in the tank and it was filling with water poor baby 🥺

One thing that was NOT on my Sonic 3 bingo chart was COMMANDER WALTERS FUCKING DYING??? THEY KILLED THE OLIVE GARDEN GUY???

Maria drawing a bunny face over Shadow in the tank she is so precious I love them both so much 😭

The little montage of Shadow and Maria hanging out made me SICK (in a good way) especially that scene when he's running through the halls pulling her behind him on her rollerskates LOL

NOOOOO SHADOW YOU'RE NOT AN ALIEN FREAK DON'T LISTEN TO THAT STUPID MOVIE

"There's still light, even when the star's not there anymore" okay so I'm just gonna cry into my popcorn now thx

Stone calling Tails adorable he is so real for that

Eggman saying that he's "undesirable to all possible genders" 🤨🏳️‍🌈 'whoa he's bisexual I didn't know that!'

Speed reference!

"It's like we're in a movie and we're both being played by the same actor! *Slowly stare into camera*" That fourth wall break was BRILLIANT

I can't decide whether Tom's puppet of himself is absolutely hilarious or absolutely terrifying

The montage of Eggman and Gerald lol! (but poor Stone was left out ☹️)

The entire London break-in scene was great! Especially when Knuckles finally got to break the glass!

REVENGE GUAC

Can we take a minute to appreciate the complete contrast between Gerald saying "a WOMAN in the MILITARY 😒" and Shadow saying that the girl in the telenovela should kill both the guys fighting over her because she's "not a prize to be won"?

Also Shadow watching a telenovela and telling the girl to kill both guys is so accurate LMAO he really said 'YOU LEAVE THAT LATINA ALONE!'

Ngl for a hot second I GENUINELY thought Tom was dead that was SCARY

Are we gonna talk about the fact that Gerald and Shadow were ready to kill themselves if it meant getting revenge?

The way Shadow's face changes and he flashbacks to Maria when he sees Sonic knelt next to Tom begging him to wake up... The parallels between Sonic and Shadow in this film... Oh my goodness...

Sonic getting mad enough to steal the Master Emerald from Knuckles was also NOT on my Sonic 3 bingo chart - I thought we were gonna see them fight each other for a sec which was CRAZY

I'm not the biggest Wade fan but Sonic effortlessly taking the Master Emerald from him and him replying "well I tried" was comedy GOLD - all that training in the Knuckles series for nothing huh 😂

Sonic turning super for vengeance purposes oh my goodness...

Maria's death scene really gave me goosebumps - the way Commander Walters shouts "don't shoot they're children!" - the way Shadow's face changes when he sees Maria dead - the way Gerald was crying...

I think it really says a lot about G.U.N that in this version, they didn't even shoot Maria but they were still actively responsible for her death - that officer DID shoot and he DID try and aim at Maria and that explosion WAS caused by him

Obviously I hate G.U.N but I actually feel kinda bad for Walters now like he really did try to save her didn't he 🫤

Both Gerald and Walters refer to Maria AND Shadow as children which I appreciate cuz it shows how young Shadow really was when everything went to hell for him - he's just a baby your honour he didn't MEAN to blow up earth 🥺

Sonic attacking Shadow in super form was just... WOW! He was REALLY angry wasnt he?

SUPER SONIC VS SUPER SHADOW??? HOLY SHIT!!! THAT BATTLE WAS EPIC!!! 🤯

Sonic almost killing Shadow over him almost killing Tom was a really great way to relate Sonic and Shadow's stories - Sonic coming around when Shadow points to his heart, thinking about what Tom said at the start of the film parallelling Shadow then coming around after remembering what Maria said to him... This is one hell of a film!

Sonic and Shadow watching the sun come up together as Shadow repeats what Maria says about light and stars 😭

"Don't tell me you've got a catchphrase..." "Yep, and everyone loves it!" Another fourth wall break that did NOT disappoint.

LIVE AND LEARRRRRN!!! HANGING ON THE EDGE OF TOMMOROW— 🎶

THEY DID THE SA2 POSE!!! I REPEAT, THEY DID THE SA2 POSE!!! AND IN SUPER FORM TOO!!!

Did they just... fucking... incinerate Gerald... wtf.... RIP I guess...

Shadow attacked those robots with SUPER CHOAS SPEARS in one scene!!! Which is AWESOME!!!

Eggman switching sides cuz even he knows blowing up the world is a bad idea 👍

I could go on and on and on about the Super Sonic and Super Shadow scene IT WAS SO GOOD!!!

Sonic falling to earth gave me a heart attack. Tails then falling to earth whilst trying to save Sonic also gave me a heart attack. Knuckles going to save them both making me think he was also gonna fall to earth gave me a third heart attack.

The way I physically leaned forward in my seat when Shadow took off his inhibitor rings—

They pissed on the moon.

We've seen Shadow smile so much in this film and it is SO refreshing to see! That smile right before he and Sonic team up to attack those robots Gerald sends after them is my favourite smile we've ever seen on him.

Eggman dedicated his last speech before dying to Stone 😭😩🥹 AND STONE SAYING "I CAN'T LOSE YOU AGAIN" THEY BETTER KISS IN THE NEXT FILM I SWEAR—

Team Sonic hug 🥹

Ending on the race was perfect (bonus points for Ozzy barking with subtitles again because that was HILARIOUS)

WE GON RUN IT RUN IT RUN IT TILL WE RUNNING OUTTA ROAD 💃💃💃

OMG AMY! AMY AMY AMY OH MY GOODNESS AMY! HELLO AMY! I'VE MISSED YOU SWEET AMY! AMY AMY AMY AMY AMY AMY!!! I GOT SO EXCITED WHEN I SAW THAT HAMMER! AMY ROSE! HI!!! YOU LOOK SO GOOD!!! AMY AMY AMY!!!

Oh yeah and Metal Sonic.

AMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!

So great to see that Shadow's NOT dead (although tbf I did kinda expect that - it would've been unlikely that they genuinely kill him off when he's such a popular character)

Honestly I think the END end credits scene was a perfect set up for a Shadow spinoff, like they HAVE to make one now

I also think the two end credits scenes together show that Eggman isn't really dead either - again it would be unlikely for them to kill him off PLUS if Shadow managed to chaos control himself out of there he could've easily gone back for Eggman too (and I mean who else is gonna be responsible for creating Metal Sonic?)

AMY, PEOPLE, AMY!!!

Overall, I think it's pretty clear that I LOVED this film! It was amazing and I'm already excited for the next one lol! ❤️

#sonic the hedgehog #sth #sth movie #sth movie 3 #sonic the hedgehog 3 #sonic movie #sonic movie 3 #sonic #shadow the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog spoilers #sonic the hedgehog 3 spoilers #sonic movie spoilers #sonic movie 3 spoilers #sonic 3 spoilers #sth spoilers #sth 3 #sth 3 spoilers

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stormblessed95 · 4 months ago

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Watching Are You Sure?! EP 6

A reminder of how I do these reaction posts as I watch things. I just write my reactions and thoughts down literally they happen. Think more of a bullet point format. I'll include links when I can to videos, thanks to the people who twt who upload clips. And at the end, I'll do a better wrap up of all my opinions. I hope everyone enjoyed the show so far!!

Flying to Japan on Nov 25, 2023!

Jikook being the rich bitches that they are now, do you think they had the whole plane just for them and their staff? The way they BOTH got to enjoy the window seats and the whole row to themselves for most of the trip. Genuinely wish I could fly that way 😂 it has to make that experience a little less miserable lol

Jungkooks super informal tone, the soft way he spoke, the way he placed his hand over Jimin's nape.... Topped off with talking about how their first ever trip together was to Japan, Tokyo. And that's why he wanted to come back. Excuse me 😭 the romantic in you is escaping!

JK panning down with his camera and us getting to see Jimin gripping his sweater over his tummy. Such a consistent habit! Both of them! JK randomly panning to film Jimin, and Jimin holding onto JK. They are so sweet and cute. It's giving boyfriend. I can't lie lol

"We have arrived" they say, while in a moving car, and I'm pretty sure Jimin has to be in JKs lap to film the way they are. Or at least BASICALLY all the way in it. Lol and JKs smug ass little smirk and pouty lips. Bro, chill 😅😂

The zoom in on Jimins eyes randomly. Another habit consistently consistent!

JK saying yes of course he knew Jimin's album was coming out soon and yes of course he watched the SGMB video. He stays up to date on all Jimin content thank you very much

Not the kids making Jimin feel old by calling him Uncle 😂😂

Jikook hanging out drinking and eating snacks and just chit chatting so normal and regular that Jimin just completely forgets they are filming a show for a brief second there, walking away without his camera. There is something so endearing about that

Not them showing us JK falling on the ice from both Jimin and JKs camera perspectives 😂😂

JK being super whiny and bratty and Jimin going "why are you so angry these days?" With a laugh and JK going "it's for the show" basically to be more entertaining. Lol and Jimin just saying that he can handle all his anger. Handle all of JK. "I can handle you" is what it's giving. And it's giving so so much. Just wow

They way they reminisced about their first Tokyo trip while eating their midnight snack 🥰 Jimin remembered so many details. JK just remembered being worried about Jimin's feet hurting during their long walk to Shibuya.

JK sharing how special it was for him to get a short letter from RM when he did his showcase. That was so cute!!

Them arguing over the AC with one being hot and the other cold was so relatable for me. It was like watching me and my partner 😂

They went to sleep in separate beds and woke up in front of cameras in separate beds, but you can't convince me that JK didn't end up in Jimins bed for at least part of the night. Lol his sheets are still tucked in all nicely (Jimin's aren't and JK doesn't sleep that neat from what we have seen lol) and his water bottle is moved over to Jimin's side of the nightstand too. But what do I know 🤷‍♀️😂

Has there been an episode where Jikook haven't brushed their teeth together? Lol

JK being all romantic about remember this moment of watching the snow fall together in the morning. And Jimin popping the bubble by saying they'll have to shovel so much snow in the military 😂😂

JK going I want to cut my hair and Jimin immediately coming over to crack jokes with wordplay 😂

JK just turning to stare at Jimin wanting his compliments over the glasses he picked out to wear. Lol and Jimin immediately giving him said compliment. It was absolutely giving domestic couple vibes. Can't lie won't lie

Bathroom selcas!!

JK wearing a napkin under his glasses because his nose was sweating because of the spice 🤣

The vibes and tones they have when speaking about their service is so drastically different when compared to in the USA. They are about to enter into service together and they have no more doubts or fear of being separated and you can tell in how they talk about it now versus then.

The editors making fun of Jikook ordering in Japanese lmfao "using all the words they know"

The reappearance of "KooKoo-San" 😭😭🥰😍

I love the animated train station 🤣🤣

Jikook sharing air pods and music on the train and roleplaying saying it feels like they are in an anime. They said they were listening to a Japanese song and Jimin was getting really into when he started this role play. Lol what song was it?!!?

Jimin pulled a JK and went from filming scenery to randomly switching his camera view to film Jungkook close up too.

JK snuggling up on Jimin as they watch the scenery go by on the train is the cutest fucking thing. JK was living the dream. You can tell they were so content and happy.

Finally arriving in Sapporo and walking through the train station seeing an adorable little girl and Jimin getting all sappy about how he would be an emotional mess as a girl dad if he ever had a daughter. JK looked both nervous and excited about that idea 🤣🥰💜

Jimin saying JKs live vocals on Hate You were so good that he threw his phone. So relatable. The biggest fanboy!

Jikook singing Super Tuna!! So cute!!

Jimin saying he has to be the most normal on a team of weirdos and JK being like nah babe, you are a total weirdo freak just like the rest of us! (Personally, I think to make it as an idol, you can't be normal, you gotta have a little bit of freak going on to be able to handle all of that lol) But yes Jungkook! Speak that truth! "Who sets the standard for 'normal' anyway?" EXACTLY!!!

Not Jimin pulling up Christmas Day by Jikook circa 2014 to listen to on their snowy drive in Sapporo Japan?! The sentimentality and romance in the air that has to be happening?! Lol even with their younger voices 🤣 the cringe over hearing his 19 year old voice say merry Christmas 🤣😂😂

Impromptu self photoshoot in the snow!

The way they giggle together is one of my favorite things. Over anything and everything

Jikook roleplaying at the museum bar lol that was inherently flirty. So flirty. What the heck. That was first time meeting at a bar with cheesy pick up lines roleplay. That's like kinky foreplay for some people 😂😂 JK getting all flustered over it too and ending it with the "you're ridiculous" lol

JK this thing is cute, Jimin buy it then. Ah, rich people 😅😂

Their embarrassed faces when the staff told them as they were walking away that they didn't pay for their drinks 😂😂😂 Jimin running up to go pay but with JKs black card! Lol not even his own! But that's before they said Cash only, so JK comes to pay for it in cash lol I too, would've felt very embarrassed over forgetting to pay 😂

Jimin galloping through the snow. Lmao he is such a little weirdo 🤣😂 love him so much

Their cute little snowball fight with JK picking up just massive clumps of snow to throw lol

Not them calling ARMY out for just enjoying watching them just sit around and eat. They know we are down bad lol

What kind of carrots is Jimin eating that they are bitter??! 😂

Jikook constantly memeing together too lmao!

Them saying they would've been such trouble together as same age friends. They already don't have a normal hyung/dongsaeng relationship at all. Can you imagine if those lines that they already pretend don't exist actually never existed at all? Already attached at the hip. If vminkook were ALL same age friends, they would be even crazier together I bet! Lol

Jimin once again talking about the dumpling fight. The way he was actually ready to beat Tae up during that is still so crazy to me 😂😂 the way he Knows they (Vmin) were both being petty AF back then and they can laugh now.

Lmfao not them talking about JK kissing RM for his birthday and RM telling him he went too far and crossing the line. They wore him down to accepting their kisses eventually. Birthday kisses must've turned into tradition since then for Joonie 😂😂

They've come so so far. I'm so proud of all my members. I too can't wait to see the 7 back together again!

Shall we head to the hot springs?? Can't wait!

Wrap Up Thoughts:

Please ignore any and all typos in this post. My brain is so fried and I'm so sleepy. Lol

Anyone else notice they spent almost this entire episode in matching and/or coordinated outfits? Yeah, me too! How very adorable of them. It's so obvious and clear in this episode than it has been in any other. The thing I noticed most about their dynamics in this episode was the consistency in all their little sweet and cute habits together. Things they've done around each other for years and years. And they are still doing it!

JK spent the entire episode randomly filming Jimin. And he said "I love it" or "I'm so happy" over 30 times in just the one episode. Traveling with Jimin and just chilling together brings him so much joy. Everyone should rejoice in that. And Jimin spent the entire episode randomly bursting out into song, but specifically SNTY 🥰 the support!

And the way JK was filming Jimin, it's still that consistency man.

I said most of my "analysis" moments in all that stuff above, I don't really feel the need to repeat myself but if someone wants or needs clarification on my thoughts, please ask/let me know! This was a beautiful and very sweet episode. They were just purely enjoying each other's company! They were so happy together. Good food, good beer, good company, beautiful atmosphere. I'm so happy for them. And it reeks of domestic bliss so often in this episode too. Lol love that for them as well!

If anyone in Brazil wants to know what video from Twitter is under any of my purple links, please let me know which one and I'll try and download and post that specific video for you. Just send an ask. Sorry for the inconvenience!

#jikook #kookmin #jikook are you sure #jikook travel show #jikook in 2023 #jikook in Sapporo #domestic jikook

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First ‘I Love You’ With Seventeen

Since Ateez got one & all! 😄 Warning: long post! 😂

S.Coups

Almost every time you spent time with Seungcheol and the guys, you ended up taking care of them somehow, breaking up spats or cooking for them or even just satisfying certain members’ desire for attention. Not that you were anywhere near a de facto leader- in fact, it was just like you were parenting them. And while that made Choi ‘Family of Six’ Seungcheol fall over himself, head over heels to show you appreciation and affection every time, sometimes he needed you to himself.

This was one of those times.

The jacuzzi water was warm as it bubbled around you two, arms hanging out the edge and glasses in hand like anyone high society in movies would do. Seungcheol nuzzled affectionately into your cheek, grinning at the way you giggled his name when his nose brushed your skin.

“This is nice, isn’t it? Just you and me,” he murmured.

“You and me and the moon,” you hummed cheerily, “it’s wonderful, not that I don’t love the guys, but this must be what parents feel like when they go on vacation together.”

So you saw it too? Cute. “They love you, you know. And I can see why. But I loved you first,” Seungcheol remarked, the words slipping out as he kisses your cheek, feeling whole right there with you at his side.

“Well, that’s good,” you replied, smile so beautiful Seungcheol didn’t even need to look at the stars to see a shine, “because I love them, but I love you more.”

Setting down his glass, Seungcheol swept you into his arms, pulling you for a real kiss as you both repeated your confession, warm in both the water and your embrace.

Jeonghan

Life was kind to you. You had the most loving and understanding boyfriend anyone could ask for. Jeonghan was the best listener you’d ever met, and while you were careful not to abuse that, he let you know time and time again that he cared, that you could talk to him.

So hesitant as you were, you had gone to him one night after a bad day at work, saying you didn’t want to dwell too hard but needed a vent, and all he did was pull you to his lap without another question asked. That day had brought dealings with a particularly rude person, someone who’d taken a low blow at your appearance and unfortunately chosen something you were sensitive about. As you rested with your head in Jeonghan’s lap, his hand playing with your hair, you sighed that though you had a lot of blessings in life, you just wish that one thing at least would go away.

“You know that says more about them than it does about you, right?” Jeonghan began softly. “You would never tear someone down like that, would you?”

“Of course not,” you replied instantly, no thought even necessary.

“That’s because you’re a nice person. You don’t feel the need to cover your flaws with someone else’s or feel better than them. Even if you are in my mind,” he joked, squishing your cheek and bringing your first genuine smile and giggle of the day out.

“Don’t worry about what strangers think, ok? Those things you don’t like about yourself? I think they’re beautiful,” Jeonghan peers down at you with a soft smile, dark eyes sparkling, “I love them. I love you.”

As much as people think of your boyfriend as some sort of jokester, you know he’d never joke about a thing like that. That fond look like he sees the whole world? That really is for you. He truly loves you as you are. Tears welled in your eyes, only to fall back as you reached up, hand brushing along the curve of Jeonghan’s cheek.

“I can say all the same to you, Jeonghan. I love you, too.”

Joshua

Joshua wanted to fall in love first. Wasn’t a fan of being flirted with, having passes made at him, anything that felt disingenuous. What he wanted was a reality, a friendship that carried through into the greatest of bonds, something that he found for himself.

He found you. Well, sort of. When he met you, you treated him like anyone else. Cared to ask him deeper questions, like what the meaning of music was to him or if he could have any one piece of knowledge, what it would be. Let yourself loose and were your silly, smart, kind self very quickly, and he admired your comfort in that side of yourself. Or the resistence to social inhibitions at least, even if it was a challenge.

He hadn’t even expected to really fall for you, but the more you spoke, the less he could help it. You two just made sense together, his energy calming you and yours encouraging Joshua’s fun side- anything to keep you laughing with him, and laugh together you did!

Selfish as it sounded, he didn’t want anyone else to make you laugh like that. He wanted your heart to carry him as his did you, so when you agreed to date him, confessed you’d love that, wore the bracelet he’d made you with his initial on it, his heart just melted. Much as you deserved your freedom, Joshua wanted to be a home to you, and now it was time to tell you that.

You notice he’s that much more loving to you by the way he looks at you, the way he rushes around to open the car door for you and the way his arm slides up and down yours as you make your way into the restaurant he reserved a nice dinner for you two at.

You know him well enough to recognize that he’s biting his tongue about something, like his whole mind is leaning on the edge of his seat as he listens to you, but you know he takes time sometimes to speak his mind- it’s just Joshua’s nature, and you can accept that. You love him, after all, and that’s part of that.

So you keep talking, joking around along with your boyfriend as he reminisces on something embarrassing that happened to him in high school you still joke about, and you remind him of that funny baseball game trip you took with your grandparents.

“I hope I’m as lively as my great-grandpa is at that age, the way he climbed over the bench!"

"Minus the mustard," Joshua chuckled.

"Minus the mustard," you agreed, "I'd like to be a mustard-free grandparent."

Grandparent. One word and flashes of imagination burst through Joshua's mind, wondering what you two would look like as the quintessential old married couple, how many grandkids you'd have- and here he thought he hated thinking like that.

“Ha, that's a great image- I can almost see it. I see a future with you, you know,” Joshua tells you, taking your hand in his, eyes locked on yours. They aren’t searching, though- all you can see is pure joy, reassurance.

You can’t help the warmth that rises to your cheeks. “And of course I can see you in mine,” you reply.

“I love you,” you both say at the same time, and that’s how Joshua knows it’s real- you’ve found it together.

Jun

Welcome to the longest day ever. As he trudged his way home, that was all Junhui could think. Travel was fun, but also so grueling between work, jet lag, and little sleep. All he wanted to do was eat something and crash. Then he’d sleep for eight to twelve hours and wake up grateful for all the experiences that were still a bit hazy in his mind.

As he opened the door, sweet relief flooded him, and yet it was the tiniest bit strange entering the solitude. At least until-

“Welcome home!”

He almost jumped, just barely managed to quell his nerves enough to remain steady. Turning, he saw you standing at the table, food laid out and even a little cake that said ‘Welcome Back Junnie!!! > ω <’ frosted on top.

He was grateful enough you’d taken care of things while he was gone, but making him a late dinner? That adorable cake? He wasn’t even upset by the break of solitude, he realized, because time with you was still going to feel like ‘me time’. And who wouldn’t be overjoyed to see someone stayed up late to cook just for you? No, overjoyed wasn’t it, he reflected as he fell into your arms, he was in love.

“I’m home,” he said, and as if it would make it real he repeated it, “I’m home.”

“It feels good to be back, huh? I knew a party would be annoying, but figured you’d need something to eat, so welcome home,” you told him.

As you separated, Junhui held you a bit closer than arms’ length, hands on your shoulders as he shook his head, chuckling to himself. “No, you’re home. It’s you I missed the most this whole time, (y/n). I love you.”

And the way your face slowly, beautifully drifted into a grin, your hands sliding back up to pull him in, Junhui sighed in relief and giggled with delirious, sleepless joy, knowing you’d found your home, too.

Hoshi

You and Soonyoung sat cuddled together on the couch, his arm around you as you chatted…or you had been, but that didn’t always last with you two. One of you- it was a toss-up on who, honestly- would inevitably say something that had you both laughing like fools, normal conversation and breathing alike almost completely abandoned.

Such was one of those times as you sat connected but folded as your sides were about to split in the kind of mirth that makes you feel worked out afterward. You often described it as the best feeling, so it was fitting to share it with Soonyoung, your frequently-cited other half. That was part of why you-

“I love you!”

It was as if he read your mind, the way the words fell so abruptly, spontaneously, wonderfully from his lips as you thought a near variant. You could tell by the sudden ‘o’ shape his lips took, followed immediately by the wide, adorable grin you loved so much, that Soonyoung hadn’t even known he was going to say it, it just slipped out in between laughs.

“Uh, well, that is, I mean-”

“I love you too, Soonyoung.”

“Ok, good, because I really actually love you a lot and-”

“I love you a lot too,” you cut off his stammering, hands cupping his cheeks and yanking him into a kiss that was also no laughing matter.

No flowers, no frills, but as you sat there making out with your favorite partner in crime on the couch, you knew you wouldn’t want your confession any other way.

Wonwoo

“Wow, this is beautiful! We’re really going out here?”

Out here, in this case, being the lake you rapidly approached, all but running down the dock to the little boat your boyfriend had rented. Trees surrounded the secluded spot, draping its reflections in green that reached endlessly for the sky.

“M-hm,” Wonwoo replied contentedly, expression bright as he followed behind you at a more normal pace.

"How romantic!" You gushed, taking in the sprawling water as Wonwoo extended a hand, gently taking yours in it as he lowered you onto the cushioned bench like a true gentleman.

"I know," Wonwoo agreed as he untied the boat, earning a chuckle from you, "I wanted a day with just us and nature."

Nature. Just like any life in earth, your relationship had taken time, nourishment, and care to grow. And being at Wonwoo's side was natural for you; his presence was calming, but not stifling. Joy, excitement, laughter all bubbled up, but not with the same tension, you reflected as you cut further across the blue expanse.

"What are you thinking about?" Wonwoo asks, a hand still guiding your vessel, palming the controls effortlessly. Not that you were staring or anything.

You lean on the side of the boat, watching the water ever so slightly part. "How you bring out the best in me."

"You?" Wonwoo breathed as you eased to a stop. "You bring out the best in me. Pull me out of my shell. Sometimes it feels easier to stay in the background, just take it all in. Sometimes I would wonder if I would ever truly catch the eye of someone who sees me. And when I'm with you, I feel interesting. I feel light. Happy, like everything around me is clear. When we're together, I'm whole, simple as that. I wanted to have this moment to tell you I love you, (y/n)." As he said 'this moment', his hand waved over the tree-lined horizon, emphasizing the pinkening sunset tinting the clouds like watercolor over the forest.

No rush had ever overcome your heart like that. You wanted to cut the tension with something silly, exclaim in surprise, but neither of you deserved that. This truly was a moment to enjoy, one of life's blessings to live in your heart whenever you needed gratitude, you thought as you peered into Wonwoo's eyes.

See? Totally balanced energy. Reaching over, you rested your hand over his.

"I couldn't agree more. I guess this is a pretty good moment to tell you I love you, too," you reply with a smile that only widens his.

Woozi

It was really such a surprise. Jihoon hadn't expected you to push your way into his heart, not when he'd thought those doors were still shut for a long time to come. And even just the way that he was, busy and not exactly of social personality, he hadn't exactly been planning on falling in love.

But that's the thing with love- one didn't exactly plan on it. You kept things up even when he thought he was being awkward, showed genuine interest in his passions, supported him, built onto it with small ideas that had him inspired even though they were just offhand comments to you. You could read him so well, even when he thought he needed to act. He didn't. You told him so. And being with someone so introverted, you learned well how to sacrifice big activities and nights out if you even wanted them that often.

"As long as I'm with you," you'd say with a smile, and that small, small phrase had looped its way around Jihoon's brain. Somehow, it said everything he wanted to say.

As long as I'm with you.

He didn't want to do it in the studio- you'd spent enough time there for him as it was. No need to do everything in his workplace, not when this was an us thing. So he went over to yours, the space that belonged to you and less frequently housed your time together for myriad reasons, though it felt right. He ordered your favorite for dinner, let you choose what you two would watch, correctly guessing it was going to be your favorite movie. Comfort movie, you always called it. Comfort person, he always called you.

You got the delivery, he threw the blankets down. You played the DVD, he laughed at every joking comment and impression you did even if you did them every time. Doing separate things, but you two were in total sync.

But finally, you spoke outside of the screen. "I-I really like spending time together here, too. I'm glad you were able to make it."

Your shy smile had Jihoon's heart doing loop-de-loops- maybe you were worried he'd think you were imposing? You were not.

"Of course," he replied, hand resting over yours as his eyes studied your beautiful features, features that had inspired more than a few lyrics, even if some got tossed in the end, "you do a lot for me, it's only right I do it for you. It's not always easy, but you're such a trooper. I love you, you know."

It shouldn’t be a big deal. You could feel it already, right? Seokmin tried his best every day for it to show, to create a world where you could bask in the feeling of it like the gift you were.

So why did it seem so hard to tell you he loves you?

Maybe because of his personality- you had to know it was in earnest, not just a joke, not him trying to be cute. His heart beating faster whenever he saw you, the strength you gave him to do anything because you believed in him, and he wished you guys could swap eyes to see how beautiful and precious you were to him.

Wait, so just…say all of that? Maybe too lengthy despite its verity. Maybe something he could practice? No, no script for this, just his heart held out to you. And maybe, just maybe, you’d see he means it if he’s serious, if you’re standing in your favorite place as he says it, somewhere he’d go every day if it made you smile.

And so he takes you there, practically just waving a hand at the potential time and expense if you bring it up. You're worth it, he tells you. All he wants is to have fun with you, you know. To share in something that makes you you.

Your face lights up as soon as you set foot in your favorite destination. “Seriously, I can’t thank you enough! Why are you doing this all of a sudden?”

The look in your eyes as you swivel to face him unleashes something, a soaring in his chest that he can no longer ignore- he wonders how he could have for so long. Like a wave crashing on a sea-bound rock, the words burst forth.

“Because I love you.”

Seokmin just, just gets in a glimpse of the way your eyes widen, shine even brighter if that’s possible, before you’re launching into his arms, giggling “I love you, too”.

Mingyu

He wanted to tackle you. He wanted to scoop you up and fly you off to some private island and tell you it’s yours, he’d give you the world if he could. But that’s just how dramatic love made Kim Mingyu. As it was, not really an option. And he knew you- that’s not what you’d want, and this was one hundred percent beyond a shadow of a doubt all about you.

But that was it, the gloves were…well, on, actually, as Mjngyu made his way into the kitchen for something that would be much more your speed. Something that, funny as the mental image would be, would not earn him a smack on the chest or a complaint about time and money. Just the thought made him smile. Pretty much any thought of you made Mingyu smile, even on days he wanted to cry, days where being his kind self took work.

And that was how he knew.

“Alright, alright, let’s see!” You laughed as your boyfriend took you by the shoulders, practically jogging you down the hall in excitement that took over you like the happiest of viruses. “What is it? You’re acting like you won the lottery!”

“I did,” he murmured into your ear as you rounded the corner, taking in all that he had set up for you.

The table perfectly set, a gorgeous vase of flowers and two candles a respectable distance from them as centers. Plates, cups, a wine bottle, dishes all at the ready for the meal set just where you could see it- a favorite from your home, clearly handmade.

“Mingyu, you-”. Your voice failed you momentarily beneath your ballooning heart, “how did you know to make this?”

“Got the recipe from your family,” he replied, and you swooned even more with mirth at the pride you heard in his voice, envisioning it even before you turned around to take in the real thing. Just as you thought he was standing quite straight, shoulders out and handsome grin flashing in victory.

“All this for-”

“For you, yes,” he took your hand, gazing into your eyes in the blinding way that always made your knees a bit weak, “I hope it shows. I couldn’t think of a better way to tell you I love you. …And believe me, I thought about it a lot.”

And there he was, sweet and innocent and wonderful as ever despite the bravado that made you laugh, shaking your head in utter wonder as you fell into his arms, feeling them close around you and trace your back in a way that said I’m never letting you go.

“Mingyu, I love you, too. So much.”

The8

Love is something Minghao considers often. Platonic, familial love that keeps him moving forward when things get difficult. The special love he shares with his friends that can keep him smiling in a hard time, laughing at nothing on a fishing trip or bouncing on a stage with his dear bandmates no matter how hot the weather is. The love fans have, whether that's a real love or not- much contemplation went into that area, what was the feeling of possession versus what was love.

Romantic love? Sure, he thought about that, too, and the answer to any doubts on that subject was modeled by none other than his parents, the way they raised him and brought each other's spirits up with full hearts you could just see in their eyes.

And he saw it in his own when he was with you. It was a truth as evident as the nose on his face or the color of his walls, and it's within those walls that the words slip forth. During a simple moment at home, just seeing you standing in his kitchen cracking eggs into a pan in the morning and all feels right in Minghao's world. It was you he wanted this life with, this home, this synergy. And the thought of bringing up a little mini-you? He was surprised how fast his heart beat at the thought.

Shuffling in behind you, he wrapped his arms around your middle as you cooked, feeling your cheek rise in a smile against his head and smiling right back.

"Good morning," you said, "It's a new day."

And those words of yours were like divine intervention, just another piece of proof you two were operating on the same frequency. "Good morning. It is. I'm so thankful for this day, when I can tell you how much I love you."

Seungkwan

"The beach wasn't the surprise?" You burst out incredulously.

Seungkwan had already brought you to gorgeous shores, the sound of waves crashing washing away worry, faithlessness, restlessness from your heart. There you'd both strolled for who knew how long, chatting idly, trading seashells, laughing lots as always, not a cloud in your physical or metaphorical skies.

And then he tells you he has a surprise for you.

At your question, he shakes his head, smiling shyly. "No, but I wanted to have this day with you. To make you happy and have a beautiful place for it all.

"You're so sweet!" As is their habit, as if they have a mind of their own, your arms find their way around his waist, pulling him closer to you.

Seungkwan melts into your touch, leaning forward just so until your foreheads touch. He stays like that a moment, hands on you as well, as if soaking in your warmth to carry with him. Then his arms are sliding down, gently unlocking from the embrace, though his hand gives yours a squeeze on the way out.

And he starts singing. That voice of his- you could never get enough, your eyes fluttering in threats to shut in bliss at the sound of it, and yet you want to stare, to drink in the sight. The words are familiar as home even though it's been a while since you've heard them, and your face immediately goes alight.

"I know this song," you remark quietly with a smile, watching the corners of Seungkwan's lips rise happily as he continued pouring forth sweet words.

It's a love song, probably about ten years old, and boy does it bring back memories of a simpler time, of wild imaginings of love as only conjured by a blissfully ignorant, sweet innocent mind. Back then, love could be whatever you wanted it to be. And right now, that idea doesn't seem so far off. Not when you have someone as encouraging, as faithful, as comforting and completely in tune with you as Seungkwan at your side. The man standing before you truly believes you can be anything and will do anything to help you achieve it.

As the last notes resound across your heart like carven sheet music, you're almost frozen to the spot, bare feet starting to sink into the sand as you grin dreamily.

"You remember that song?"

"Remember it?" You light up further, hands clasped. "I love that song! I used to insist it would be my wedding song when I was fifteen!"

"I wanted to learn it for you," Seungkwan continues, rubbing the back of his neck shyly with one hand while the other grabs for yours, "to make a moment worthy of telling you I love you."

Seungkwan could have told you he loved you in a McDonald's parking lot and your answer would have been the same, but his heart, his eye for detail, his sheer showmanship and yet humility blew you away. Your heart beat faster just for him as you raised your joined hands to your lips, hoping he felt the flutter too.

"Well, today was perfect. And even if it wasn't, I would still love you just as much. Which is a lot."

You considered saying more, but all that escaped you was a yelp as Seungkwan's hands fell to your back, dropping you suddenly in a dip as he kissed you at the sea's edge.

Vernon

He was usually so low-key.

Such thoughts are all you have as Vernon spoils you with a rooftop dinner, visions of the city surrounding your solitary peak on all sides. Neither of you dressed up often, but there you were, up to the nines at this gorgeous place you didn't even know you earned. Not that that was a good way to think. Knowing him as well as you did, you could hear Vernon brushing off thoughts like that. Sure you did, he'd say, you worked hard and he always wanted to care for you if he could. He was such a sweetheart. You wanted to carry his burdens, too, felt lighter and calmer around him. You loved him, but would that be too intense?

Either way, you didn't let such musings color your date stiff. Vernon talked about a movie he had just watched with Jeonghan and Seungkwan, giving his critiques but ultimately praising the romantic plot, how the love was so pure.

"The main male lead? He'd do anything for his love interest. He's willing to give up so much for her, and when she's ready to do the same? It's corny, but there's something so human about it. You know?"

"I do," you nod, leaning your hand on your chin, forgetting anything about elbows on the table as you gaze fondly at the object of your affection. You loved how he talked when he gave his little movie reviews, the passion in his eyes, the flowers in his words.

"It made me realize I'd do the same for you," Vernon continued, dark eyes softening into yours, melting your entire chest cavity to joyous mush.

Unable to help it any longer, you lean forward, connecting your lips with his, which move just as eagerly. The kiss is fast, but sweet, gentle brushes speaking just as much as Vernon’s sentiments.

“I would do it for you, too,” you breathe as the two of you separate, grinning like adorable fools beneath twinkling white lights.

“I came up here tonight because I wanted to tell you something,” Vernon adds, eyes never leaving yours, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Dino

Googling romantic date ideas had hit a jackpot, Chan thought as he whipped his arms, spreading the softest blanket he could find down.

“Tell me when I can look!” You called from some distance away as he laid the basket gently, almost tenderly down, feeling tense and turning twice just to make sure it didn’t drop or tip. Everything had to be perfect.

“In a minute,” he called back, grinning widely with joy, anticipation, even a hint of pride, “I’m almost finished, ok?”

“Ok!”

Chan’s heart swelled. You sounded so excited, too, joyful in voice and mannerism as you waited on the grass, back turned to him as he propped up the finishing touches.

“Alright, come here!” All but jogging over to you, Chan slung a hand over your shoulder. “Turn around, gorgeous.”

“Chan!” You giggled his name, reaching up to his his shoulder. He didn’t always talk like that, but praise and endearment were all his brain could come up with. You made him giddy, and for once there was no one around to tease him if he looked like a fool. And love was certainly making a happy fool of him.

When you turned around with him, your jaw dropped, widening to a slack smile at the sight Chan laid out for you. Upon the soft blanket he'd placed not just a picnic basket, but a chilled bottle of champagne, twin glasses, a pair of cute little bright solar lanterns, and a freshly wrapped bouquet of flowers.

"You did all this for me?"

"And no one else," he replied, arm still around you, guiding you as you both lowered into seated positions on the blanket.

"I feel so spoiled," you gushed as he handed you the flowers, smiling at the way you cradled them with gusto.

"You should," Chan grinned, pressing a kiss to your cheek, "I love you."

Flowers, glittering lanterns, and even food and wine forgotten for the moment, you knocked him on the blanket for a passionate kiss that spoke it all back.

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sensei-venus · 2 years ago

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As it goes, I'm dying laughing at the idea of Daniel discovering his precious sweet unassuming daughter is having sex but through the discovery of condoms in her room or something like that 😂😂

- gemini sensei

(All I could think of was this😂 @gemini-sensei )

“What the...what the hell is this!” Daniel yelled across the house. Everyone stopped in their tracts at the sound of his booming voice. It echoed through the whole house, the sound of footsteps rushing down the stairs.

Amanda was sitting in the kitchen going over some paper work from the dealership with a glass of wine. Anthony was in the living room playing a video game on his tablet and Reader was in the fridge after coming home from a hang-out with some of her friends. Sam was still out with some of the girls at a sleepover.

They all raised their eyebrows as Daniel stormed into the kitchen, a scowl on his face. Amanda put her glass down saying “Daniel what's wrong?” Daniel almost chuckled out of anger.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the unopened foiled pack. The condom was thrown onto the kitchen table with a small smack. Amanda was quick to pick it up, looking it over saying “Ok and? Wait this isn't the brand we use-”

“It's not, it's the one-” Daniel pointed to Reader who was actively clenching a water bottle in her hands from the fridge, “this one uses with who ever she is- doing stuff with.” Amanda tried not to laugh at her husband's reaction. Their little girl was growing up, she was going to go out and have fun.

“Dad stop! You told me to always be safe! That's why I have those in the first place, what you don't want me to use protection?” Reader said upset and flustered from how embarrassing this was. She has bought the condoms just to be safe like she was taught to. She didn't want kids right now and she definitely didn't want to possibly catch anything, just in case.

“I-we told you to be safe as in don't....don't have sex!”

“Daniel she is almost a full adult, you cant police her on what she does in her own bedroom.”

“Amanda-”

Reader was quick to duck down and sneak around the dining room. She successfully avoided both of her light-hearted arguing parents in the process. She let out a sigh of relief and loosened her hold on the chilled water bottle that was still in her grip. She found herself sneaking into the living room and out of her parent's sight. For a split second, she felt a bit of overall relief flood over her whole body.

That was until a loud cough made her look up.

Anthony rolled his eyes as he shifted on the couch.

“Also for future thought hide your stuff better. I know he went in there looking for that stupid book you borrowed last week. He probably went through your draws looking for it or something.”

Reader wanted to groan and slap him but she stopped herself. She made a effort to walk away and back upstairs and away from their parents. They definitely needed to cool down, well her dad at least.

She was almost half way up the stairs when Anthony’s voice rang out.

“Also stop having your “friend” use the whole roof when coming into your room at night. They keep kicking my window and it's annoying. Also, gag them please, I don't want to hear you guys when I'm trying to sleep.”

Reader was quick to run up the stairs and back to her room, completely embarrassed.

#cobra kai #cobra kai blog #cobra kai ask blog #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai blurb #larusso!reader

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oneofthosebells · 11 months ago

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All right, starting my rewatch and jotting down some thoughts, one episode a day until Sunday...

Wilhelm already looks so worried about his mother in the opening seconds of the show, didn't pick up on that first time round. Probably already already blaming himself as well.

Simon in the palace. 😭 You can really see the magnitude of it all hit him.

I was SO surprised on first watch that the video/drugs issues were resolved so quickly after two seasons of build up! But I guess it makes sense that if it's not going to be a big part of the season, might as well wrap it up and move onto the next part rather than dragging it out for no reason.

(I was always like 90% sure it would end in a settlement though, because there's no time for a trial in the timeframe and you don't want to leave it as a loose end hanging over the characters' heads.)

Linda comparing the royals to the Mafia. 💀 There's a reason the British royal family is nicknamed The Firm... (For anyone not aware, it's a term for gangsters/organised crime in parts of the UK.)

Simon failing to warn his mother that the drugs thing might come up is so teenager of him, bless him. He's still such a kid at heart.

Kristina once again referring to the video as a 'scandal' and not a crime committed against her son, sigh. And then immediately pulling out the Erik guilt trip card. Kristina is the result of her upbringing just as Wille is - no royals are normal! - but it's gutting to watch.

Felice's grief for the end of her friendship with Sara kills me. 😭 I'm so glad they showed how heartbroken she was over it.

Maddie is the best. Stella and Fredrika are the WORST. (Apologies to their fans if they have any, but in a show full of rich, interesting, complicated characters, I view Stella/Fredrika and Henry/Walter as basically slightly annoying wallpaper.)

Linda finally realising she has no clue what her kids are really up to...

August pours himself only a glass of water when everyone else is eating a full breakfast. The show has done his ED really well and subtly over the three seasons I think - it's clearly there but not been laid on too thick. Compare Maddie's worried looks at Felice not eating however over Nils and Vincent not noticing or caring that August never eats.

Photographers on the way to school - did someone tip them off that the prince was coming back or have they been hanging round the school gates ever since the Jubilee?

Felice (plus Maddie) is behind Simon at the lockers when Wilhelm returns to school which feels deliberate but they don't acknowledge each other at all (until the later scene anyway) - a hint that Wilhelm's going to be very wrapped up in Simon (and kind of self centred) this season?

Followed by Wille completely glossing over Simon saying he's uncomfortable with the staring, ouch. Some painful foreshadowing there.

Felice wanting to know how Sara is. 😭😭😭

Of course Marcus talked to the press. But honestly, I'm a little disappointed at how tame it was. If you're going to be a snake, go all out! Make up lies! Call Simon a cheating whore and a gold-digger! 'Their relationship seems problematic' is just a wee bit pathetic.

Wilhelm's total naivete about what the effects of his speech would be for Simon with the online abuse etc makes me want to strangle him and hug him. He's so sheltered and he's also still such a kid (even if he no longer looks like one, my god Edvin's sudden adulthood is distracting at times!). But agh.

Redrawing the heart. 😭😭 It's so teenager in love, I love it.

Gen Z kids reading the article in an actual newspaper. Printed on actual paper. Hillerska really is its own little world, isn't it?

I quite like the school restrictions plot from a storytelling perspective, it ramps up the tension, but yeah, it's not the most realistic thing the show has ever done. 😂 Like seriously, you're confiscating their phones but leaving them their laptops? What's the point? All you're going to do is annoy your rich students and their entitled, self-important parents without achieving anything.

Enjoyed that episode much more on a rewatch! I think the first time round I was thrown by the August plot wrapping up so quickly and worried my girl Sara was going to get short changed this series. I do feel like the tone of this season is quite different in a way that's hard to describe, but not in a bad way - just took me a little while to get into it first time round.

#young royals #yr s3 #yr s3 spoilers #young royals spoilers

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wonwooswifeyy · 4 months ago

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Close enough ----mingyu x reader

Opening

Yn is in a restaurant alone drinking soju to free herself from the stress that she is carrying the whole week, it was her weekend shes in full party mode ...she dialed up to her friend but sadly her friend is having plans so yn is all alone . She poured soju in her glass just then a male suddenly asked her "do you mind if I sit here " pointing towards the empty seat in front of you , while drinking soju you I looked up to the male sitting in front of me , he is wearing a white shirt and Black jeans with cap and mask. He removed the mask saying "thank you so much ______" he looked again and asked "what's your name ?" I replied "I am yn and yours??" . The male replied "I am dino " with a cute smile on his face . We started talking about ourselves and drank together, I controlled myself from drinking too much as I have to get home but dino is out of control, he was drinking like there is no tomorrow. Finally I had to stop him because he is completely wasted. I felt like I can't leave this cute boy just by himself and thought of dropping him home , I tried to ask dino his address to drop him, but this boy passed out . Just in time his phone rang , the phone screen showing seungkwan hyung, I picked up the phone saying "is this seungkwan , hey I am yn , dino is completely wasted can you come and pick him up at xxx restaurant?" The male replied " hey yn our house is near by that restaurant if you don't mind can you drop him iam a bit stuck in work " as I couldn't ignore the request and accepted it . Now here I am walking with this drunk boy to his home . He was drunk talking and giving me directions to his house, finally we reached , I knocked on the door no one replied , dino took his phone and called someone "hyung pleases open the door iam here" talking in drunk voice. Just then the door opened by a huge man with white tank top and black short , he was incredibly handsome my cheeks turned pink because of the soju or him I don't know, he spoke "oh god dino look at you !!!you are completely wasted my boy ...hang on let me take a picture of you 😂😂 you are gonna regret tomorrow morning hahahaha" then he turned to me and he asked " you are _____" the i replied " I am yn and I met dino in the xxx restaurant. We started drinking together and that's a different story 😅" he replied"please come inside , do you want water??" I said" no no I have to go, I have work to complete 😅 okay bye dino bye big guy or I don't know your name " I said and started leaving he shouted" mingyu !! My name is mingyu" I laughed and started to head home. Finally I am home , I took hot shower, changed into pyjamas and plopped on the bed , the feeling of soft matters under me made me drowsy and I fell asleep.

Rise and shine , sun is up and I slowly woke up. I quickly brushed my teeth and took shower, then I started making myself a fulfilling breakfast and started searching for the recipe. I planned my day as it is Saturday, I felt like staying home in the morning and treat myself with food at night after planning I quickly prepared my breakfast and had it . I started scrolling Instagram just then I got a call from unknown number , I picked up the phone "hello , who is this?" I got a reply "yn it's me dino , did you not feed my number that's so rude" dino spoke sounding annoyed. I replied" sorry man I forgot, I was too tired yesterday soo 😅, so what's up are you sober now 😂?" Dino " yess agrhh, yesterday night was fun yn let's catch up again, I feel like all of the stress is off my mind . Wait are you free today ? Crash at my place let's hangout, what do you say ? " I replied" i am free but is it really fine for me to come to your house , I saw yesterday night ..you live with so many boys , I think I will make them uncomfortable."

Dino shouted asking the boys" hyung is it okay if yn is here??" I said "yah...they don't even know me , don't make them uncomfortable boy leave it" dino replied" miss yn yesterday night I ranted about you to my hyungs , they know everything you told me yesterday so chill out and come here asap" I replied" how can you do this to me🥲 okay iam coming , be there in 20 mins". I told and started getting ready, I wore 👇🏻

I reached his house and knocked the door , greeted with the same cute smile like yesterday night it was dino "finally you are here " dino said and quickly hugged me , as he hugged me I saw mingyu corner of my eye watching us , I felt a knot in my stomach, I ignored it . Dino spoke"yn do you want to eat something, or we can cook something??" Just then mingyu spoke "yah dino do you even know how to toast Bread slice😒" I laughed at dino , dino said" hyung help us while cooking , we will make something delicious, what do you say yn??" I replied"yeah, anything is fine with me and before that I am a bad cook🙂". Mingyu said"okay okay, I'll help you both , or else you both gonna blast my kitchen 💀" we both laughed and started searching what to cook. Finally we decided to make something easy so we started making some gimbap and fish cake soup.

Mingyu told us how to cook the food , so I started to boil water for fish cake soup , I added the ingredients as mingyu said. Dino helped mingyu to prepare gimbap, the soup started to boil mingyu told me to add fish cake sticks to it and I did it , finally mingyu and dino finished making gimbap, and my soup is almost ready ... I just have to taste and adjust the seasoning, I added added the seasonings and tried to taste the soup , while tasting it I accidentally burned my lips and yelped due to the sting feeling on my lips and chin . Mingyu and dino looked at me worrying....mingyu dino at the same time shouted"yn what happened, are you okay??" I replied "No!, I burned my lips and chin" mingyu came to me and dragged me to the freezer.....he gave me ice and told me to apply over the burns..... While I was applying he was staring at me concerned , I felt the same knot like yesterday, my face turned red , mingyu observed that and check my cheeks if I burned my cheeks or not . Dino spoke"yahh, yn come here let me help you , I will apply the ice " hearing that mingyu grabbed the ice from my hand and started applying on my burns, that's it my ears are now red , how much I have to endure it 😫. Dino spoke again" mingyu hyung you take care of here I will be back with some medicine to apply on it ". Mingyu nodded and saw dino leaving the house, mingyu attention is now on me .... In small voice he spoke"what a clumsy girl....is it hurting" I stayed silent and kept staring him, I was just admiring him. Thats when I realised I started to develop feelings for mingyu.

Part two is out ✨✌🏻😊

#mingyu x reader #seventeen #hearflutter

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wildlyglittering · 2 years ago

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A Love for all Seasons Part 2 (Spring)

So I am totally slack at continuing this series 😂

If anyone is remotely still interested here is Part 2 of ‘A Love for all Seasons’ which has now moved onto Spring.

I’ll be honest... since reading ACOSF my love for Nessian has dimmed somewhat which means so has my enthusiasm for writing this. It’s likely I won’t continue the series beyond this chapter.

I do have one final Nessian/ Neris piece that I am aiming to get out this year as a way to give myself some Nessian closure and say a final goodbye. For now - enjoy this one! 😉

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The change from winter to spring brought new happenings to Velaris; pink blossoms on trees, turquoise waters on the Sidra, and the arrival of mating season which meant... well, it meant horny everything.

Nesta wasn’t immune to the hormones and pheromones and whatever else was being secreted into the air. Living in the city all her life meant she was prepared for what spring would bring, but she had been unprepared for spring when a hot-blooded Illyrian was involved.

That morning she woke to a dusky pink sunrise and with a bleary half-open eye, groaned at the number on her nightstand clock. She stretched and rolled, misjudging her distance from the other occupant in her bed.

“Ow.”

“Sorry,” she murmured, her voice still husky from sleep and snuggled closer, patting Cassian’s forehead as her face inched near his. “Still, elbow in the face is twenty points.”

“Hmm. Not sure I like this game and your bed is far too small.”

“Try hanging upside down from the beams like I suggested.”

Cassian’s eyes, centimetres from hers, flew open, bright and alert. Nesta swore he thought sleep was for the weak. “You are a wicked woman,” he said, glancing towards Nesta’s bare shoulder, “but there are other ways we can save on space.”

He rolled on top of her, ignoring her laugh and dragged the sheets with him, wings splayed above them both blocking out all hint of early sunlight.

Honestly, if he kept this up Nesta was going to need the hose.

After Cassian watched Nesta perform The Nutcracker at Solmas, there had been a few false starts. In part due to Nesta’s hectic winter dance schedule and in part due to what Nesta felt was a humiliation strong enough to die from.

Finally, after bouquets were delivered to her dressing room in such volume she would have been able to open her own floristry, she agreed to have coffee with him. Only the once, she’d said.

Coffee turned into lunch and then into dinner. Then, when he walked her home, she’d asked him inside. The next morning they ate their breakfast naked, tearing through toast and jam like starving animals before returning to bed.

Nesta remembered opening her curtains when they were done, the chill sinking through the glass as the frost displayed across the pane with a message. Naughty Girl.

She refused to be judged by frozen water and when Cassian came out of her bathroom, he’d raised an eyebrow on discovering Nesta pressing her middle fingers against her window.

That had been five months ago. Five months.

Snow and ice melted into puddles and now falling petals collected on the ledge outside her bedroom window spelling their own words. Today’s being; Niiiiice.

Yes, spring was hornier.

Oh, but it was nice. The time her and Cassian spent together somehow gave Nesta both peace and excitement, even if it was just them sitting on her sofa with her legs slung over his. Even now, after they’d relinquished themselves to spring’s influence once more, she lay on his sweaty chest, content to listen to the beat of his heart.

“You can’t be comfortable,” she said noting Cassian’s wings angled in unnatural directions to stop them squashing against the wall, but he only shrugged and said he’d manage.

Nesta’s small apartment was fine when it was only herself – small became cosy. When an Illyrian was present - small become cramped. When other, more unwelcome thoughts intruded – small became claustrophobic.

She’d tried reasoning with the apartment, tried flexing a little of her magic muscles to encourage it to increase space but it refused to budge, likely remembering when Nesta made good on her threat to hammer nails into walls.

Nesta had suggested that her and Cassian go elsewhere but last time Cassian booked them a hotel in the city centre. The room was lovely and most importantly, spacious, but that hadn’t been what Nesta meant.

Five months of sleeping together and she’d yet to visit his apartment.

The options she’d considered was that Cassian was either a serial killer hoarding his trophies, that he had a secret family no one was aware about, or that he was ashamed of whatever it was he was doing with Nesta and didn’t want her presence in his home.

She hoped he was a serial killer.

Cassian’s fingers stroked through her hair, tracing down her neck to her collarbone and Nesta knew they’d have to get up soon otherwise they’d never leave the bed. Even the graphically illustrated pamphlet she’d picked up from the Fae and Human Relations Clinic entitled, ‘Illyrian Sex and You,’ hadn’t provided the full picture.

“Oh honey,” a high fae woman next to her had said with a chuckle at Nesta’s blush, “you’ve got no idea.”

Cassian’s voice broke her out of her trip down memory lane. “What are you going to do with a full Saturday off?”

She shifted, trying to escape the fingertips drifting to the tops of her breasts and focused on the unsexy tasks before her. “Visiting Elain,” she replied, “if I don’t turn up to praise her garden in prime spring than she refuses to talk to me for months.”

One of the unwelcome changes of winter to spring was the shift in management at the Velaris City Ballet Company. Although Eris, the last fae director was an absolute, unmitigated prick, he was a prick Nesta was used to dealing with. Though he didn’t hold humans in high regard, at least he respected Nesta’s talent as a dancer.

The new director, Tamlin, had donned a sneer when he read Nesta’s name from the call sheet before making Gwyn cry, resulting in an argument between Nesta and him. After, he invited Nesta to his office and informed her that she didn’t have many more nails in the coffin of her departure to be hammered down.

Now, Nesta barely had any performance time. She wasn’t even ensemble; she was second ensemble. The once prima ballerina was about to become the prima cleaner.

The lies she spun to Cassian about her days didn’t include that. Instead, she deflected. “What will you do?”

“The usual.”

‘The usual’ for Cassian was free flying off the mountain Ramiel with Azriel and Rhys, followed by brunch with Mor and then training which seemed like a combination of throwing punches and getting hit by swords. Or avoiding getting hit by swords. Sometimes when she met him afterwards, Nesta couldn’t tell what the actual aim of the training had been.

Nesta stretched again, her back arching and cracking and the sheets fell from her chest. “Oh no,” she said to Cassian, noting the gleam in his eyes at her bared breasts. She shimmied under the covers to get to the end and crawled out, standing at the foot. “I have things to do.”

“So do I,” he said, eyes skimming from breasts to thighs and back again.

She grinned, shaking her head and scooping up his shirt to cover herself. In truth she couldn’t blame the spring air, he’d been like this all through winter.

The fucking fae were always fucking. Or tried to be.

Nesta pulled her hair into a braid as Cassian sat up to rest against the wall, wings now stretched as wide as possible in the gap, the talons brushing the plaster. “Hey,” he said, his voice breezy. “I have an idea. Before you visit Elain, why don’t you come with me for some of them?”

“Some of what?”

“My Saturday activities. Might be fun.”

“I’m not launching myself from anything thank you and I don’t feel like getting whacked with a sword.”

“You could come with me to brunch with Mor.”

Nesta paused, her fingers tangling in her hair, the braid pattern now destroyed.

Cassian had said it in a way like it wasn’t a massive deal to say to one of his long-standing friends, ‘oh by the way, you know Rhys is seeing Feyre who we all love. Well, I’m sleeping with her sister. No, not that one. The one no one likes.’

She looked over at Cassian, his skin holding a hint of crimson, his eyes staring down at his sheet covered knees. There was a lurch in her stomach. If he couldn’t make eye contact with Nesta during an invitation to brunch, how would he be throughout the actual event? Nesta imagined sitting opposite the blonde, glamourous Morrigan, a plate of maple-soaked pancakes between them, while Cassian pretended death glares weren’t being shot Nesta’s way.

Though her first inclination was to tell Cassian she would rather spend her time bathing in the Kelpie pool this was his first attempt at something different, something more public.

“I could look at the timings,” Nesta said, re-braiding her hair. “Are you sure Mor wouldn’t mind? Won’t it be weird if I just turned up with you?”

Cassian’s eyebrows lifted. “You’ll come? Ah she’ll be cool with it. She’s used to me rocking up with....”

Nesta arched an eyebrow of her own. “One-night stands? Girlfriends?”

“I was going to say, ‘lovely ladies of which I’ve spent lots of pleasant time with.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I can say we bumped into each other by the door.”

Nesta blinked but kept her face impassive. Cassian had shrugged at his statement, a hand casually gesturing into the air. Casual, casual. All so casual.

Almost half a year. Dinner dates, brunch dates, lunch dates – every meal date possible they’d done it and invented some of their own. He’d attended her performances while she still had dances to perform and he was over at her apartment so much that the front door of the building now opened to let him in.

She hadn’t been to his home and they hadn’t told anyone that they were – what? Dating? Seeing each other? Sleeping together? Nesta had used the word girlfriend in relation to women who had rocked up to his brunch with Mor but that’s not what she was. Even if she was, would any of his friends, her sister’s friends, be impressed?

The only one would be pleased would be Emerie but Nesta wasn’t ready to give her the satisfaction of knowing her stunt with The Nutcracker choreography had worked.

Nesta cleared her throat. “Thinking about it, I can’t.” She kept her voice as light as she could. “I’m taking the slow route to Elain’s and if I’m late to view the peonies open, she’ll kill me.”

There was no change to Cassian’s expression, he simply nodded and relaxed his shoulders. “Sure,” he replied, and Nesta wondered if he wanted that to be the answer all along.

“I’m going to grab a shower,” she said, turning away. Usually, she would extend the invite to him but not even the pollen in the air could fight its way through the heaviness of her chest. “Feel free to stay, have some coffee.”

“No, it’s best I go. I’ll be getting the third degree from Az and Rhys about being late.”

The bed creaked behind her as he rose, his heavy tread padding its way across the floorboards. A warm kiss landed on her shoulder, “I’ll see myself out, you go grab your shower.”

Nesta turned to face him, nodding with such enthusiasm she must have resembled a bobbing goblin. She kissed him goodbye, nothing more than a brief touch of her lips on his, before dashing into her bathroom.

The shower she took was long and hot, the steam curling into condensation everywhere in the small space. “Am I unlovable?” she asked the apartment walls.

When she stepped out from under the spray of water, there was a reply in the mist on the mirror.

No, it said, you’re not.

***

Elain lived an hour from the heart of Velaris and wasn’t too difficult to get to if you knew the best method of travel. Winnow Express didn’t operate outside the city parameters and if Illyrian Air had been operational, it still wouldn't be an option Nesta would have gone with.

Peregryn Air was renowned for speed and customer service but the prices highlighted on the app were out of Nesta’s shrinking budget. In the end, she settled on Pegasus’ non-flying option which meant she travelled by horse and carriage – much to Elain’s delight when Nesta arrived.

“Look at you!” Elain had squealed. “Very classic!”

The sisters sat under the shade of an oak tree, serenaded by the hum of bees while long stemmed flowers bobbed their heads in the breeze.

“How is Velaris?” Elain asked, adjusting her wide brimmed straw hat.

“Oh, you know this time of year – perilous.”

“Have you seen a lot of Feyre?”

Nesta shook her head and took a sip of her drink. Pink and fruity and delicious with a strange but not unpleasant tingle that Nesta couldn’t put her finger on.

“I saw her in March for lunch but then the snow melted and now she’s shacked up with her boyfriend.”

“Ah yes, spring madness.”

“I just hope they’re cleaning down the counters.”

They both shuddered.

“How about you?” Elain poked an ice cube in her glass with her straw. “Are you seeing anyone?”

Before Nesta could stop herself, the words fell from her mouth. “I’m sleeping with Cassian.”

There was a shriek from Elain and the hat flew off as she leant forward over the small garden table, the ribbons of her floral dress close to sinking into the pitcher. “Noooo! When did that start?”

“Soon after Solmas.”

“Five months! Are you just sleeping with each other or is other stuff going on?”

“We've been on dates. And he stays over so much it's like he's living with me.” Nesta frowned. Where was all this coming from? Although Elain wasn’t in contact with Feyre’s inner circle, it didn’t mean that Nesta planned on spilling her guts.

“Oh my goodness,” Elain said with a giggle. “I’m not surprised, you two always had a thing for each other.”

“We did?”

“How’s the sex?”

“Best sex of my life, in fact this morning he-”

Nesta jerked back in her chair, forcing her lips to press together. Elain was leaning so far over the table now it seemed she was seconds away from clamouring over it and onto Nesta’s lap. Nesta looked at the glass in her hand, the delightful blush pink liquid almost gone showing a golden residue collecting at the bottle. She stuck her nose in for a sniff.

Yes, there it was along with the cherry and hibiscus.

“Elain – did you put Amorveritas berries in this?”

Her sister had the decency to go a little red. “Maybe.”

“Elain! That’s a gross betrayal of trust!”

Elain’s freckled nose crinkled as she sat back in her chair, adjusting her hat which had seemed to grow an extra inch to hide more of her face. “Oh, you’ll forgive me. How else am I supposed to know what’s going on in your life?”

“You could ask.”

“I always ask,” Elain said with a huff. “You say ‘its fine’ and move on. But the last time you said it was fine – and I believed you – I got that phone call from Feyre to say you’d been arrested.”

“That was sorted out. And Feyre didn’t need to get involved either.”

“Hmm.”

They sat, the heavy shade of the tree covering them greater than before. Nesta glanced up, it wasn’t her imagination that the oak was leaning over them both, trying to listen into every word. “Do you mind?” Nesta snapped.

Elain winced and waved a hand at a low hanging branch. “Sorry, it has a will of its own. Loves gossip and my life doesn't give it enough.”

Nesta placed her drink down on the table. “I thought you weren’t going to get involved in magic? I thought that was the whole point of moving away from Velaris?”

Elain sighed and looked away into her garden, fingers twisting themselves in her dress. “I wasn’t. The problem is that little seedling we have. It’s hard for it not to take root. I wasn’t bothered in the city but now I’m here and I feel like I’m in my right place and I guess it grew.”

She looked to Nesta and Nesta nodded for Elain to continue.

“I have a non-magic herb and flower garden and a magic one. But Nesta, the prices I can charge for the magic produce is ridiculous! People will pay anything! You see all these acres of land? I own them. I’m about to put a down payment for my own Pegasus delivery service.”

Nesta smiled at her sister. “That’s wonderful. I’m really pleased for you.” But something wriggled inside her. Not a writhing serpent of jealousy, more a wriggling worm of discontent. Feyre was living her best life, her art indulged at Rhys’ expense, and so was Elain with her cottage and booming business. Nesta was happy they were happy, she just wished she wasn’t so unhappy.

“I’m looking for another job,” Nesta blurted out as Elain’s eyes went wide. The confession nothing to do with the berries and more the weight Nesta felt when she woke each morning.

“Why? You adore the ballet.”

“If you thought Eris was bad, he has nothing on the new director. Give me another week and I’ll be begging to clean the stage just to stay relevant.”

“Oh, Nesta.”

“It’s fine,” Nesta said, waving her hand as though she wave away the tightening of her throat. “I’m thinking about tutoring children in dance. If I can’t be the prima ballerina any more than maybe I can teach the next one.”

“That’s a beautiful way of looking at it.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

They both went quiet and when Nesta looked over, she saw Elain’s doe brown eyes grow watery.

“No please don’t cry,” Nesta said, “I’ll bounce back, I always do.”

“Does Cassian support this?”

There was a beat of silence as Nesta reached for her glass, just needing something to hold. Nesta had no plans to finish her drink and start telling Elain everything. Before she knew it, she’d be confessing about the time she and Feyre gave Elain’s ‘Garden Witch Barbie’ a haircut and makeover.

Some things, like that Barbie, had to remain buried.

“Cassian doesn’t know.”

“Why not?”

“Because we’re sleeping together. We’re not in a committed relationship. Besides, I don’t think he’d be interested.”

Elain leant forward to rest her elbows on the table and place her head in her hands, peering at Nesta. “Are either of you seeing anyone else?��

Nesta paused. Well, she wasn’t and she didn’t think Cassian was. No, she knew he wasn’t. He’d taken a call from Rhys while she’d been cooking dinner one evening and overheard him rebuffing Rhys’ attempts at a set-up.

“I’m not. I don’t think he is.”

“And this is Cassian we’re talking about. Pretty sure a queue as long as the Rainbow Bridge exists lining up for him, and it’s not to hold his hand.”

“I’m going to ignore you now.”

Elain tilted her head, eyes not leaving Nesta. She was unnervingly like Feyre when she had something in her sights. The Archeron family gift being a sliver of magic and a shit-ton of stubborn wilfulness. “Why don’t you think he’d be interested?”

Nesta shrugged her shoulder and looked around the garden for something, anything, that would remove her out of this conversation. Aside from placid rows of flowers and a nervous looking cherry tree nothing was coming to hand.

“He’s not seeing anyone else but it’s not like he wants anyone knowing he’s seeing me either. We only go out to places no one we know goes to, I haven’t even seen his apartment let alone spent a night there and this morning he suggested we pretend to bump into each other so I could join him and Mor for brunch.”

Elain straightened in her chair. “He invited you to brunch with Mor?”

“Not really.”

“Yes, he did! And we’re talking blonde bombshell Mor? Ex-girlfriend Mor? Best friend forever Mor?”

Nesta narrowed her eyes. “Is there any other?”

Fae were notorious for many things; parent issues, extensive criminal records, long lifespans and ridiculously high sex drives. Sooner or later, most fae found their way into each other’s beds, or bathrooms, or balconies, or underwater sex centres if Nesta believed Gwyn’s stories.

Cassian and Mor had both lived a long life, so long that Cassian didn't remember birthdays. But he did remember meeting Mor and finding her, in his words, ‘painfully attractive.’ Mor thought the same of him and they indulged in their mutual attraction until the spark burnt out before it became a fire.

Aside from Azriel, Mor was a rare factor in Cassian’s life that would remain until the end of eternity. Not even Rhys held that honour. Nesta had only met Mor a handful of times through their connection via Rhys and Feyre. Those occasions hadn’t been unpleasant, had even verged on cordial, but Nesta wasn’t known for natural warmth and Mor hadn’t extended conversation beyond polite pleasantries.

“I think you should talk to Cassian,” Elain said, “because I think you’re wrong. I think he would be interested to know what’s going on in your life and I think you want to tell him. You’re pissy over this whole Mor brunch thing which means you like him.”

“Well of course I like him.”

“No, you like him, like him. As in ‘you want him to be your boyfriend’ levels of like.”

Nesta snorted, a noise she hadn’t made in years. Feyre brought out the bratty teenager in her and Elain brought out the bratty child. “We’re grown women talking about liking boys. Soon we’re going to be doodling initials over hearts.”

“There have been studies on the success of doodle magic.”

Nesta sighed and rubbed her forehead, their talk kickstarting a headache. Soon she’d be begging to talk about anything else, even if it was Elain’s pruning routine.

“Nesta,” Elain said, quieter this time. “Please talk to Cassian. Five months is a long time – no don’t interrupt – I know five months is nothing for fae or Illyrians but I remember Feyre saying once that Cassian doesn’t do relationships.”

“Exactly.”

“No, I mean he doesn’t do anything that lasts over a month. In Cassian time, you’re married.”

“Elain-”

“Just promise me you’ll talk to him.”

***

Nesta had to begrudgingly accept that she’d softened over the years.

A promise had been extracted from her by Elain and a basket had been thrust into her hands. According to Elain the sex apples were all the seasonal rage. Nesta eyed up the shining red fruit and was beginning to understand how Elain was now able to afford the construction of her own set of Pegasus stables.

She trudged up the stairs of her building, ignoring the breathy moans from behind her neighbours’ doors on each floor. The sooner spring was over, the better.

Nesta heard Cassian before she saw him, a loud baritone passing as singing vibrating through the walls. Her apartment was now letting him waltz right in and that irritated her. This was her home; he had his own. Probably.

The door opened for her and she murmured a half-hearted thanks to the building which caused it to slam behind her. Cassian was in her small kitchenette, wings tucked in, hair tied up, wearing an armless undershirt revealing his swirling Illyrian tattoos.

He looked up, a broad grin on his face. “Hey, how was your day?”

“Fine,” she said, placing the basket onto the sideboard and looked around. Cassian’s jacket and shirt were thrown over her bed, his overnight bag back in the same corner he’d left it.

“Tea?”

“No thanks.”

“I thought we'd go out for dinner tonight, Autumn Court has just opened a new restaurant, The Forest House. I could fly there in less than an hour. The website says to expect lots of smoked meats and craft ales.”

Cassian boiled his water, a mug with a teabag waiting on the side from his unique blend of tea which now lived in her cupboard. The kettle whistled and a surge of irritation bubbled beneath her skin. The water never boiled that quick for her.

“Why are you here?”

Cassian’s smile slid from his face. “What do you mean? I always stay over on Saturday nights, it’s our thing.”

“Is it? Or is it just convenient for you so you don’t have to leave after fucking? Because that’s what we do, that’s ‘our thing’ – we eat and fuck.”

Cassian’s mouth dropped open but only for a second. “What did you just say?” His voice was soft but disarmingly so. The kind of soft the mermaids used before they sank their sharpened nails into your calf.

“You heard.” Nesta shifted where she stood, wondering where this was coming from, wondering if Elain had snuck something else into her glass.

For the briefest of moment’s Cassian’s face changed into something unrecognisable. Suddenly he was wearing a different face, one Nesta had never seen directed at her but was likely a familiar sight to those he hunted down as a bounty hunter. Black consumed all of his eyes, his wings flexing, talons scrapping against the brickwork. A muscle twitched in his jaw as he clenched his teeth, while a shadow passed over his features.

His eyes scanned her face, his nostrils flaring. This version of Cassian, albeit restrained, was still dark and dangerous and Nesta’s pulse hammered in her throat with a reason far from anything considered arousal.

Then, the moment drifted away. Cassian let the moment drift away as though it were a cloud in the spring breeze.

“How’s Elain?” he asked, injecting a lightness to his tone.

“She’s fine,” Nesta said with a frown.

“And what happened to put you in this mood? What did she say?”

An indignant snarl left Nesta’s mouth. Best Cassian know all of her she decided. He’d heard Feyre’s stories of how difficult Nesta could be. “She didn’t say anything. And how dare you! I’m not in any mood, this is my home, I want to sit on my couch, watch ‘Suriel on Saturday’ and do fuck all.”

“Then we’ll do that.”

A shriek left Nesta’s mouth and she pushed the base of her palms against her eyes until she saw lights. She took a deep breath in, trying to remember the exercises she’d been taught from her court ordered ‘Temper Your Temper’ class.

When her breathing calmed, she pulled her hands away. Cassian still standing in the same place, eyes fixed on her.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you think I’m losing it, like I’m something to be pitied.”

“I’m not-” he began and paused, scrubbing one large hand over his face. “I don’t understand where this is coming from.”

Any energy Nesta had vanished, and she turned to the section of her apartment which acted as her living area and walked over to the couch, sinking into the oversized cushions and pulling her knees underneath her. She stared at a blank spot on the wall ahead.

“I’m going to quit the ballet.”

A soft ‘what’ came from the kitchen followed by the heaviness of Cassian’s tread before the couch dipped under his weight. Nesta swayed towards the middle, their knees brushing.

“Why?”

Nesta cleared her throat. “I’m not being utilised and won’t be for as long as Tamlin is in residence and he’s not going anywhere fast. The longer I stay, the more I doubt my ability so I need to get out while I still believe I’m good. I am you know – good.”

There was a chuckle next to her and she turned to look at Cassian, a broad grin stretched across his face, any hint of his earlier anger gone. “You are,” he said, “I have your Nutcracker performance etched in my memory. Might get a tattoo of it. Before we started dating, I masturbated to it more than was healthy.”

Nesta coughed on air and chose to ignore his latter comment. “We’re dating?”

Cassian frowned, turning towards her. “What else are we doing?”

“Sleeping together.”

“Yeah, but the other stuff – the hanging out, the going out – that’s not dating to you?”

Nesta pinched the skin between her eyebrows in her fingers, a tension headache beginning to rise.

In the basket of fruits Elain had gifted her, there was a nectarine designed to soothe any ailments but her mouth was dry and her throat was tight. If she tried to swallow a bite, she was concerned she’d choke and turn into some tragic modern fairy tale.

The last thing Nesta needed right now was a series of dwarves rocking up to cart her off in a glass coffin to be gawked at by perverts. They had a habit of turning up every time there was a fruit related choking incident.

She sighed, releasing the skin between her fingertips. “Yes, but also – no. When I’ve dated other people, I’ve felt like I’m in their life. I don’t always end up meeting their friends but at the least I’ve been to their homes you know? I haven’t been invited back to yours once.”

“Ah,” Cassian said, “so there’s a reason I haven’t invited you back to me place.” A deep crimson bloomed on his cheeks. “I don’t actually have a place to invite you back to.”

Nesta blinked at him, the words taking longer to meet her brain than she would have thought.

“I’m not homeless,” Cassian said. “I have a house, a very nice house, lots of bookshelves – you’d love it. It’s in Illyria. I didn’t want to put roots down in Velaris so I fly the distance to the city each time I come or I stay with Rhys and Feyre. I figured if I invited you back to theirs, it would be weird.”

Nesta opened her mouth to speak only to close it again. Words were taking longer to exit her brain too.

“I am looking to rent a place,” Cassian continued. “It’s been on my mind more and more but I didn’t want to get ahead of myself and do that if there wasn’t a reason to. We hadn’t discussed where this was going and you seemed to be quite casual so...”

Cassian trailed off, gazing at the same empty spot on the wall opposite that had enraptured Nesta earlier.

“You fly from Illyria to Velaris. Daily?”

“Now, I do. Yeah.”

“And you think I’m casual about this? About us?”

Cassian inhaled and turned to face her again. “Yeah, you’ve never mentioned wanting to do anything more – announce to friends or see my place so I figured you either didn’t care or didn’t mind me being here all the time. You never told Emerie that we got together after Solmas so I thought you didn’t want people to know. I thought you were embarrassed.”

“Huh.”

Nesta processed his words. She hadn’t told Emerie, even when pressed, that her stunt with the Illyrian choreography had worked. It was nothing to do embarrassment over Cassian but more that Nesta’s pride couldn’t handle how Emerie had read the situation from a distance.

“I’ve told Elain. She seems to think you’re into me.”

“She’s right. I am into you. In a massive way.”

“I’m kind of into you too. In a massive way.”

Cassian’s following laugh was more nervous air being released from his lungs than mirth.

Nesta reached out to grab the material of his undershirt. “If you’re so into me, why did you invite me to brunch with you and Mor and suggest we go through an insulting charade?”

Cassian winced, reaching out to clasp her hand with his own, his large fingers entwining through her thin ones. His wings flexed and unflexed behind him.

“I’ve spoken about you so much to Mor. If she hasn’t worked out that we’re seeing each other, she’s worked out I’m into you. I thought if we could have brunch she’d see how awesome you were but I didn’t want to pressure you so thought I’d suggest something more.... casual.”

“I was agreeing until you started bringing up ex-girlfriends and making stupid suggestions!”

Cassian began to say something and then stopped before replying. “Well, I panicked.”

They sat back on the couch, Nesta’s hand now removed from Cassian’s top but her hand still cradled in his. The floorboards above them creaked in a rhythm as spring claimed the upstairs neighbours.

“What’s it like staying at Rhys?” Nesta asked.

Cassian shuddered. “Awful. One time I had to hose them.”

Nesta laughed and Cassian looked at her, eyes twinkling. Then, the twinkle dimmed a little. “I’m sorry about the ballet,” he said, his voice gentle, “I know you loved it.”

Nesta shrugged, feigning nonchalance but she knew Cassian could tell she was faking from the way he squeezed her hand. “Some things are meant to come to an end.”

“Not all things I hope,” he said, flexing his thumb to caress her skin.

Nesta squeezed back. “No, not all things.”

What would be her plan now? Options whirred through her mind. Find a new job, quit her current one, call Emerie for a drink where Nesta could confess that Emerie’s plan had worked and listen to her gloat on her genius for a couple of hours. Have brunch with Mor. Tell Feyre.

“What are you thinking?” Cassian asked her.

“I’m thinking we need to step up our game. I need to find a new role and you need to get an apartment that doesn’t cause you to hit your head on beams.”

“It’s fine – the beams move for me.”

“Of course, they do,” Nesta said with a glance upwards at her ceiling. If brick and mortar could shrug, it would have. “Then I was thinking we could have dinner with our collection of weirdos, tell them we’re in a committed relationship and sit back as they argue over it while we eat dessert.”

The broadest grin she’d ever seen appeared on Cassian’s face, “Yeah?”

“Only if you’re up for it?”

“Oh,” he said, a growl to his voice as he leant forward, “I’m always up for it.”

Nesta rolled her eyes - honestly, spring.

“Wait,” she said, placing her hand on Cassian’s bare chest – how in the Mother had he removed his top so fast? She looked over his shoulder to the basket of fruit on the sideboard, the juicy red sex apples shining. “First, I’m going to bake us a very nice fruit.”

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I was only a bit of format editing away from posting part 1 of a new White Collar fic. Since AO3 is down I figured I would finish the editing and post it here. I know I need my fic fix 😂

Fevers and Family

Rated G

Neal contracts scarlet fever

Peter looked at his watch, sighed, and checked his phone. Neal should have been down here by now, but he was nowhere to be seen. Peter gave up and knocked on the door. June answered, in a purple sweater and black pencil skirt. There were people milling around on her first floor.

“Sorry to intrude, Neal isn’t answering.”

June beamed at him, “You aren’t intruding. Come in, Peter. Let’s go see what Mr. Caffrey is up to.”

She walked up the steps with him, telling him about her champagne brunch book club and clearly indicating she would be happy for Elizabeth to join.

They stopped at Neal’s door, it was hanging a few inches open. June and Peter looked at each other, wary and concerned. Peter gently moved himself between June and the rest of the apartment, and entered. It was immediately clear, however, that there was no threat.

There was a cocoon of blankets on the couch with Neal’s face sticking out, eyes closed, pale overall and flushed in the cheeks. His table was littered with tissues and empty delivery food containers.

Peter looked at June, “how about you enjoy your party, and I take care of the patient.”

She laughed, and patted his arm, “let me know if he needs anything, even just company.”

Peter nodded, “I will. Thank you for looking out for him.”

Peter approached the couch, and sat on the arm. He reached down, and gently wiggled his hand into Neal’s blankets enough to rub the younger man’s shoulder, “hey bud.”

Neal snaked a hand out the gap around his face to rub the crust out of his eyes. He looked up blearily at Peter, cleared his throat, and croaked almost inaudibly, “Peter?”

Peter nodded, and squeezed Neal’s shoulder under the pile of blankets, “No wonder you didn’t answer my text. You’re a little under the weather, eh?”

Neal nodded, and coughed. He sat up, and reached out for a cup on the table, but it was empty except for a trickle of water. Peter took it and went to the kitchen, filling it from the sink. He returned to Neal, and sat beside the younger man.

Neal drank from the glass, carefully, pain on his fevered face.

“Sore throat?”

Neal nodded again. He finished most of the cup, put it down, and thumped against Peter, exhausted.

“Can I run to the store and get you some cough drops and medicine? Anything else you need?”

Neal swallowed hard, and whispered, his voice very hoarse, “something cold?”

Peter nodded, “sure. Ice cream, popsicles?”

Neal shrugged, noncommittal. Or possibly it just hurt him too much to answer.

Peter brushed the backs of his fingers against Neal’s warm cheek and forehead, “hang in there, cowboy.”

Neal smiled tiredly, and pushed out a hardly understandable, “trying.”

Peter gave Neal a loose hug around the shoulders, and then got up and headed to the store.

Peter let himself in after shopping for his invalid convict. He turned to face the couch, and his heart squeezed. Neal was lying there, pale, hair in his face, suppressing wave after wave of coughing with his hand pressed hard over his mouth.

Peter came and knelt beside the couch, rubbing Neal's chest. There were tears in Neal's eyes by the time his body stopped trying to bring up a lung.

Peter stroked Neal's forehead with his palm and thumb. Neal closed his eyes, miserable and in pain. Peter got some things out of his shopping bag. Neal had thrown off the covers, he had sweated through the undershirt and gym shorts he was wearing.

"Here, Neal."

Neal opened his eyes. Peter offered him a fruit juice popsicle. Neal blinked at him in a haze of fatigue, then sat up and took it. Peter sat down beside him on the couch, wrapped his arm around Neal's damp back. The younger man radiated heat and smelled like sweat.

Neal slowly bit a piece of the popsicle, and held it in his mouth, letting the cold trickle into his sore throat. He shivered suddenly, then turned to pull the blankets back around himself, holding the frozen juice away.

“Can I take you to the doctor, Neal?” asked Peter, taking the popsicle and putting it in the empty water glass.

Neal shook his head, vehemently.

“How about a warm shower?” tried Peter, offering Neal a cough drop.

Neal turned to look at him, fingers a little shaky as he unwrapped the drop, and popped it in his mouth.

“The steam will help your throat, and help clear your lungs out. It’ll warm you up, too," Peter explained.

Neal finally nodded. He got up, unsteadily. Peter jumped to his feet as well, and put his hands on Neal’s back and arm as Neal shuffled to the bathroom. Neal leaned against the doorway, gazing at Peter.

“Got–” Neal tried to say something, but his voice caught in a croak and he didn’t try again, his face pinched with pain.

Peter offered Neal his phone. Neal took it and typed, giving a bit of a grin, ‘got it from here. I’ll yell if I need anything.’

Peter laughed. Neal handed the phone back and went into the bathroom. Peter went to get the rest of his purchases set up for Neal.

Twenty minutes later he realized he had never heard the shower turn on. He went to the bathroom door and knocked. There was no answer. Still no shower, either.

He frowned and cautiously opened the door a crack, "throw something if you don't want me to come in."

Nothing was thrown his way, so he opened the door a little further.

Neal was immediately visible, wearing just his boxers and anklet. He was on the floor, seated with his legs folded and his upper body wedged between the toilet and the wall. His arm was across the hinge of the closed lid, his face rested on his folded shirt. His shorts were on the floor in front of his knees, not yet folded.

Peter entered the bathroom, and knelt beside his friend. Gently, he pulled Neal's shoulders, until he was free of the crevice he had slumped into. Peter held him around the back, Neal's head coming to rest on Peter's shoulder.

"Neal, hey, morning sunshine."

Peter went to rub Neal's chest, and found a bright red rash across it, into his armpits. Maybe from sweat?

Peter shook Neal instead, "hey bud, can you wake up for me?"

Neal's eyelids finally fluttered open, though they closed again just as fast.

Peter gave him another gentle shake. Neal was so warm in Peter's arms.

Neal opened his eyes and blinked up at Peter in confusion. He lifted his head and looked around. He closed his eyes again, but this time from embarrassment.

"It's okay. I'm just glad you're awake. Can I bring you some acetaminophen, get that fever down some maybe? I'm getting kinda worried here."

Neal nodded, and sat up apart from Peter's support with an effort.

Peter left to get medicine, water, sweatpants, and a robe. When he came back in, Neal had curled up on the bath mat, clutching a larger towel over himself as a blanket, and shivering.

Neal pushed himself up, moving without any strength. Peter held the robe open, Neal shakily put his right arm through it. He stopped, panting, leaning forward. Peter physically put Neal the rest of the way into the robe, holding him up and moving his arm and pulling on the fabric.

Peter gave up on the pants for the time being, as Neal had to rest against Peter's chest, coughing, trying to recover. Finally Neal sat up again, shivering.

Peter rubbed his arm supportively while Neal took the meds and drank a few painful swallows of water. Neal started to try and get up.

Peter hurried to his feet and helped Neal stand. Neal was so shaky and dizzy that it was all he could do to stay upright, leaning against Peter, his hands clinging to Peter's sleeve and the back of his shirt.

Gently, Peter moved Neal towards the door, but Neal's knees seemed likely to just give way. Neal started coughing, gasping between harsh barks, until his body decided enough was enough and he collapsed in Peter's arms. Peter lowered him as carefully as possible to the floor.

Neal curled up, tears in his face, as he coughed and coughed. Peter held him tightly, petting his hair, until the coughing fit subsided.

When it ended Neal was left crying, dead white, and too weak to move.

He gazed up at Peter, his fevered eyes bloodshot from the force of the coughing, unfocused from fatigue. He mouthed something, but no sound came out.

"What?" Asked Peter.

Neal sluggishly put his hands together and pressed both of them to his ear, indicating sleep. Then he patted the bath mat.

"No, you're not sleeping on the bathroom floor," said Peter.

He gathered Neal up, and got to his feet with a big effort. Neal clung to him in surprise. Peter carried Neal to the living room, arms under Neal's knees and back.

He set the younger man down and sat beside him. Neal turned onto his stomach and laid over Peter's lap, shivering and clingy. Peter pulled the blankets over him. Neal curled up, closed his eyes. Peter just sat and rubbed Neal's back.

Neal didn't sleep immediately. Discomfort and pain kept him awake, staring forward at the rest of the living room, shivering, his hands moving, twisting, pulling in the fabric of Peter's pant leg.

"It really hurts, huh? Can I make you some tea?"

Neal nodded, but he didn't let go of Peter's leg.

"I gotta get up to do that," said Peter gently.

Neal regretfully relinquished his grip. Peter eased off the couch and went to the kitchen.

When he returned with a cup of green tea with a little lemon, he found Neal crying again in pain and exhaustion, leaning against the arm of the couch. Neal's hands gripped the fabric of the robe over his chest, made into tense fists around handfuls of fabric.

Peter sat beside him, gently put the tea into Neal's hands, and rubbed Neal's back. Neal laid his head on Peter's shoulder fairly suddenly, as though it was too heavy to hold up. He did lift it again to sip the tea, though pain crossed his face when he swallowed.

"Neal, how long have you been this sick?" Asked Peter, gently. He had been at a conference the previous week, and Neal had left early on Friday. The amount of takeout containers on the table seemed to indicate Neal had been ill for a while.

Neal shrugged a little, set down the tea, held up five fingers, hesitated, then held up two more, and wagged his hand to indicate that he hadn't been as sick for those two. He seemed to think about trying to communicate more, but didn't. Peter squeezed him around the shoulders.

Neal picked up the tea, and sipped it, miserably. He got about half of it down, then put it on the table. He let his head rest on Peter's shoulder, closing his eyes. Peter held him, as he fell deeply asleep.

Maybe an hour later there was a knock at the door. Neal woke up, groggy, confused, and concerned.

Peter patted his friend's knee, "I'll get it. It's probably June."

Peter went to the door and opened it. It was indeed June. She came in, with a little basket of medicines and teas and a jar of honey in her hands.

She saw Neal on the couch, looking like death, and made a beeline for him. She sat down beside him and put the basket on the table, delicately shoving an empty container off the table with it to make room.

“I had company so I couldn’t stay at first, but they’ve headed home. Neal, honey, you look terrible.”

He tried to reply, but he only croaked, and started to cough. June patted his back and reached for the basket.

She pulled out a jar of something that smelled strongly of menthol, and took a two finger swipe of it, gently rubbing it into Neal’s chest. She frowned, and pulled on Neal’s arm to get him to lay back against the couch. She tugged his robe open a little more over his chest, looking at the red rash. She ran her fingertips across the raised, bumpy surface again.

She looked at Peter, “has he seen a doctor yet?”

Peter shook his head, “he didn’t want to go.”

“He needs to. It could be a strep infection and that can be really serious. It feels just like Samantha’s did before she got so sick, when her kidneys…the doctor said later it shows up bright red on lighter skin, which is probably why they missed it so long on Samantha."

Neal looked down at his chest, and then back to June, worry on his face. June gently brushed her fingers against his blazing temple, “you let Peter take you to urgent care, alright?"

Neal finally nodded, not having it in him to argue with June. June patted his shoulder and got to her feet, "I'm going to get Henri, my driver, to take you."

Peter looked at her, about to object that he could drive Neal just fine, but he saw the look on her face. Peter decided Neal was correct not to argue with her.

Peter turned his attention to getting Neal ready to go. He got up, "I'm going to get you a sweatshirt."

Neal just laid on the sofa, looking between them, his arms crossed, chin on his chest.

Peter went to get the sweatshirt, and gathered a few of Neal's things–his laptop and charger, the couple books next to his bed…

Peter returned to the living room. June was gone, presumably contacting her driver. Neal was still lying on the couch. His eyes were closed. His chest rose and fell quickly, shallowly. His cheekbones were flushed pink. Sweat stood out in beads on his forehead.

Peter put the stuff down, and picked up Neal's foot just below the anklet. He had found mukluks, soft and warm and grippy on the bottom. Neal woke up a little and looked at what Peter was doing. He made a face, and rasped something inaudible.

"What?"

Neal mouthed, shaking his head, "not mine."

"Whose are they?"

Neal coughed, and managed to rasp, "Sara's."

"Well I doubt she'll mind under the circumstances."

Peter pulled Neal to sit upright against himself. Neal coughed, his head heavy against Peter's shoulder.

Peter gently manhandled Neal out of the robe. Bare chested, Neal shivered uncontrollably. Peter got him into the sweatshirt as quickly as possible, while Neal started hacking up a lung. It was a dry, painful cough.

Neal finally stopped coughing, tears in his eyes from the pain and force. He continued to lean against Peter's chest. Peter held him up, rubbing his back as he tried to catch his breath, taking shaky gasps. Finally he was able to sit up himself again.

Peter got Neal a winter hat.

Neal seemed resigned at that point, slumping against the back of the couch and watching Peter approach with it and put it on him.

"Okay, I'm gonna get a bag for this stuff. Anything else you want?"

Neal looked at the small pile, and shook his head. Peter got Neal's little gym bag, pulled out the extra workout clothes, left the deodorant, shoes, and extra socks.

Eventually Neal was as ready as he was going to get. Peter offered Neal his hand. Neal took it, hesitantly. He sat forward, and positioned his feet.

He did not make it up, his butt didn't even leave the couch. He ducked his head and tried again. That time he made it halfway, but started to fall back.

Peter grabbed him around the chest, under his armpits. He lifted the younger man, held him up as Neal's legs shook under him.

Neal clung to Peter, his hands desperate on Peter's upper arms. His face was dead white except for flushed cheeks. He swayed, and leaned against Peter, his face smushed in Peter's chest.

He passed out rather suddenly, though Peter had been expecting it. Peter caught him, and pulled Neal over his shoulders. The hat fell off, Peter let it stay on the floor rather than try to set Neal down and pick him back up.

Neal came to about halfway down the second flight of steps. He started wiggling, Peter abruptly stopped at the landing, bracing himself against the wall.

Peter had not regularly carried other adult humans down flights of steps since he was at Quantico. That had been many years ago and this was a lot of steps.

"Please stay still, this is hard enough," said Peter, in half a panic about dropping his friend.

Neal stilled. Peter was able to continue. Finally he got to the bottom floor. Suddenly June and Henri were there, helping get Neal off him and laying down on a sofa.

Neal gazed up at Peter, a little more pink in his face as shame colored his expression.

"It's okay," said Peter, on his knees beside the sofa, panting for breath, "we made it, that's all I care about. Just give me a moment."

Neal shook his head, "don't need…"

He struggled to sit up, and pushed himself precariously upright. The blush faded immediately. He grabbed the arm of the couch with both hands to stay upright.

Peter rushed to his feet, his legs still a bit jellyish. Neal shuffled to the door, the other three following closely.

He made it out into the vestibule before he had to stop, clutching the doorframe, swaying dramatically. Peter put his arms around Neal's upper chest, hugging him gently from behind, "please be careful."

Neal passed out again in Peter's arms, his head falling forward, his hand falling away from the doorframe.

Peter sat down, Neal lying back against his chest and shoulder. June's driver carefully stepped into the vestibule over Peter's shoulder, "here, I can help. You get the shoulders, I'll get the legs."

Peter nodded. He and Henri positioned Neal's overheated, limp, shivering body, and lifted him between them. June followed them down, then unlocked and opened the car door.

They got Neal lying across the back seat, Peter got in on the side by his head.

June leaned down, while Henri got into the driver's seat, "call me as soon as you know anything. You're going to the hospital, not urgent care."

Her tone left no room for argument, and she looked straight at Henri when she said it, clear that Peter had no say in the matter.

Peter and Henri both nodded, and said in unison, "yes, June."

She shut the door.

Peter put his seatbelt on, pulled on Neal until he was holding as much of his friend in his lap and arms as fit.

"Thank you, for before," he said to Henri, "I don't know if I could have gotten him the rest of the way. And thank you for driving."

Henri shrugged, "he's been really good for Mrs. Ellington. Besides, I've been a driver for twenty years, that's hardly the first passed out man I've helped carry to a car. At least he doesn't smell like a bar."

Peter chuckled. He stroked Neal's forehead, cheeks, chest.

As they waited at a red light, Neal stirred a little. Peter looked down at him, "Neal?"

Neal blinked his eyes open and looked around the car, miserable as he realized what had happened. He turned his head towards Peter and closed his eyes again, resting while they drove.

It was initially cold in the back seat, Henri had apologized since he didn't have enough notice to warm it up. That seemed obvious and unavoidable to Peter, but Henri was right that it would have been better for Neal if it was warmer. He was shivering hard, pressing himself against Peter for warmth.

"It's okay, Neal. It's gonna be okay. Just stay with me, cowboy."

Between Henri and Peter they did get Neal into the entryway of the emergency department on his feet, but he was immediately scooped off them by an intake nurse with a wheelchair.

Peter thanked Henri again, and Henri headed back to the car.

Neal hunched forward in the chair, shivering. Peter had to give Neal's medical information since Neal's voice was non-existent. Neal seemed surprised by how much of it Peter knew.

At the mention of the rash the nurse asked to see it. Neal gripped the edge of the sweatshirt with his hands, and tried to lift it, but he could barely get his arms up. He started to sway in the wheelchair.

Peter quickly pushed Neal to lean back, Neal lowered his arms, panting. Peter lifted the sweatshirt. Neal shivered violently with the increase in cold hospital air reaching his skin.

The nurse frowned and nodded, "yeah, looks like scarlet fever."

Peter stared at her, "isn't that like…polio?"

She shook her head, "it's just strep that's gone too far. It can be serious, cause heart or kidney damage, arthritis…"

Neal looked up at Peter, worry in his eyes.

"The good news is we have antibiotics now," the nurse said, "we'll run a rapid strep test, check your bloodwork, and if everything comes back as expected you'll go home tonight."

Neal relaxed a little. Peter squeezed his shoulder.

They eventually took Neal back, Peter following close behind. Neal crawled onto the hospital bed and laid there, panting, eyes squeezed shut in pain. Peter stood beside it, smoothing Neal’s sweaty hair. Neal turned over, facing Peter. He was flushed, shivering. He started coughing, holding his hand to his mouth to try and stop it. Peter put his hand on Neal's shoulder, squeezed, and then rubbed Neal's stomach, where his muscles worked so hard.

The coughing fit finally ended, with tears in Neal’s eyes. Neal suddenly struggled to sit up, fighting to get the sweatshirt off. Peter pulled it off him, helping him get his arms up. Neal laid back on the bed, fanned himself, panting, sweating.

A nurse came in. She took Neal's vitals again, took some of his blood, swabbed his throat, and gave him meds and started setting up an IV with a bag of fluids. She also left a big cup of ice chips. Neal suddenly shivered again. He gestured anxiously at Peter for the sweatshirt, Peter picked it up.

"Yeah, I'm gonna have you change into a gown, actually," said the nurse, "I can get you some blankets, though."

Neal, robbed of his silver tongue, watched her get a robe out of a cupboard nearby and put it onto the bed. She left and came back with a stack of two blankets.

The nurse stepped out. Neal laid there, freezing, eyeing the neatly folded garment beyond his reach. Peter picked it up and shook it out. Neal sat up, with an effort. Peter helped him get the gown on, holding him up with a hand between his shoulder blades, seated beside him on the bed.

Neal laid back, struggling to catch his breath, coughing a little, shivering. Peter covered him with the blankets. Then suddenly Neal shook his head, sitting up, pushing the blankets off. He started coughing, and coughing.

Peter held him up, as the younger man clutched at the hospital robe in pain. Neal finally managed to stop. He was left gasping, limp against Peter's side, pulse racing in his neck.

Peter wrapped his arms around the younger man, holding him close. Neal's hand twisted in Peter's shirt. The nurse came back in, and put the IV in Neal's arm now that he was changed. Neal watched her dully, his face mushed against Peter's chest.

Neal slept, fitfully, for about six hours. Peter stayed beside him on the bed, holding him close. Eventually Neal woke himself up coughing.

Peter rubbed his back, got him the cup of water that had been ice chips. Neal coughed and coughed, and finally stopped, head heavy on Peter's shoulder, body completely expended.

Peter gently held the cup of water to his friend's lips. Neal sipped from it, a tiny bit, then closed his eyes. He passed back out in Peter's arms.

Neal woke again several hours later. He raised his head, looking around with a spacy expression.

"Peter…" Neal croaked, stopping to wince at the pain speaking caused, "I–"

Neal started coughing, eyes squeezed shut, one hand pulling increasingly hard on Peter's shirt, the other fisted at his belly, as his muscles burned with overuse.

Peter pressed his face to the top of Neal's head, murmuring into his hair, "hang in there. Hang in there, bud."

Neal's hand on Peter's shirt suddenly loosened, he pushed weakly away, his other hand going to his mouth as he continued to cough. Peter let go. Neal reached for the bag on the bedside table, Peter grabbed it for him. Neal hung his face over the bag, as he coughed and coughed, the force making him throw up a little bit into his mouth and spit it out repeatedly.

Finally, finally, the round of coughing ended. Neal collapsed against Peter, trembling all over, tears on his face, eyes and cheeks red, the rest of him completely white. Peter gently gathered Neal back into his arms, rubbing Neal's chest, his lips pressed to Neal's temple.

"Peter…" Neal repeated in a rough whisper, even though it clearly hurt badly to speak, "I think something…"

His voice cut off, he swallowed, grimacing and turning his head to the side as he did. Peter picked up the cup of ice chips and handed it to him. Neal let some slide into his mouth, rested his head back against Peter's shoulder.

Peter handed Neal his notepad and a pen. Neal scrawled shakily, with nowhere near his normal penmanship as he shivered from eating the ice, 'I think something is wrong.'

"What? What's wrong?" Asked Peter

Neal shook his head, distressed. He was starting to get antsy, even while he was so tired and sick he could barely sit up.

"Something…" Neal's voice cut off again, he didn't immediately switch to pen and paper. His eyes darted around the room, a weird look on his face. He started breathing faster, then coughing.

Peter put his hand to Neal's forehead. Neal flinched away at first, but then relaxed and leaned his head against Peter's hand. His skin was blazing hot, his fever was spiking.

Peter started to ease away from Neal to get the nurse, but Neal immediately freaked out, grabbing Peter's shirt and arm, croaking painfully, "no!"

Peter stopped. He cupped Neal's face in his hands, looked into Neal's fevered, confused blue eyes.

"I'm right here. I was just going to tell them your fever is going up. I can use the call button instead. It's okay."

Neal, shivering violently, nodded slightly. It wasn't clear he was entirely with Peter, but he seemed to relax. Peter pressed the call button.

Neal suddenly started trying to get off the bed, so weak he could barely crawl to the edge.

"Neal, what are you doing?" Asked Peter.

Neal didn't answer, he was trying to drag himself, coughing hard. Peter hurriedly got up, and he was just in time to grab Neal's arm, keeping his torso up and his head from getting hit, as the younger man fell off the side onto the floor.

"Neal!" cried Peter, letting go of Neal's arm, to kneel beside him on the floor.

Neal again didn't answer him. He crawled, panting, coughing, shaking all over and tried to hide between the mechanical parts of the hospital bed, and the wall.

Peter gripped Neal's hand. Neal pulled it away, staring at him with wide, terrified eyes.

"Neal, do you recognize me?"

Neal slowly nodded.

"Do you trust me?"

Neal blinked at him, then eventually nodded again.

"Can you come out of there?"

Neal shook his head.

Peter sighed. Instead, he squeezed himself in beside Neal, and gathered his friend back into his arms. Neal clung to him.

A nurse came in. Peter explained, while Neal pressed himself even further back, away from the nurse.

Eventually she and Peter managed to convince Neal to take more meds. Neal could barely swallow the pills, and tears appeared in his eyes as he tried.

Peter just sat there on the cold hospital floor, and held the younger man, murmuring comforting things into Neal's sweaty hair. Neal fell asleep there, his breathing labored, and pain staying on his face.

Neal stirred in Peter's arms. Peter raised his head, and asked, "Neal?"

Neal opened his eyes. He looked around, confused as to why they were jammed into the corner on the floor.

"Your fever got too high for a bit," said Peter, "do you remember?"

Neal shrugged a little, and gestured tiredly at the rest of the room. Peter and Neal stiffly extracted themselves. Peter stood, and offered Neal his hands.

Neal took them, and shakily got to his feet. He stood there, unsteady, holding on to Peter's hands. He looked Peter in the face, and mouthed, "sorry about that."

Peter shrugged, "no need to apologize."

Neal seemed a little better, stronger. He was able to stand, and was much more with it. The antibiotics, fever reducers, fluids, and rest had begun to help.

"Thanks," rasped Neal.

Peter nodded, and pulled his friend into a tight hug. He patted Neal's back, firmly, "I'm so glad you're okay."

Neal nodded, turning his head, letting his face rest in the crook of Peter's neck.

#white collar #neal caffrey #peter burke #fandom #fanfiction #hurt/comfort #sickfic #ao3

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reincarnatedonthefirst · 7 months ago

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Client Recap… Again, Again

I was expecting to stay home today and didn’t really think I’d get any “calls”. I’ve been dehydrated and was looking forward to guzzling water all day.

Around 3:30PM, I got a text from someone looking to book me this evening. His initial text indicated he was a serious buyer but his profile was labeled as being a “flake”. I immediately told him a deposit would be required to put him through the first test. Well, he actually came through with the deposit after I screened the shit out of him. He wanted to book 90 minutes.

Over text, he dropped a hint that he enjoys yoga leggings. After I washed my lingerie, I dipped over to H&M to get a pair of cheapos (I didn’t have any clean leggings at home). I spoke on the phone with my sister during my entire ride to the hotel.

After I settled in at the hotel, I started organizing my toiletries makeup, took a shower, did my nails, and got dressed.

The client arrived. He was black, in his 40’s, tall, and pretty attractive. He actually reminded me of my ex (the one who destroyed my life) because 1) they have the same accent, 2) they both wear glasses and are blind without them, 3) they have the same sense of humor, and 4) they have the same mannerisms (tapping you while they talk and raising their eyebrows).

😐 It’s crazy how alike they are.

Anyway, the clients was really nice and humble and he adores me. He kept telling me how cool I was and how comfortable I made him feel. He said I was, “amazing” and told me a few different times he would be seeing me again.

This is going to sound immodest, but I can tell he’s never met anyone with as much personality as me. I’m also really sweet in person. When I saw his photos and his age during the screening process, I knew he would fall in love. 😂 He just seems like the type.

And that’s all good… but I think he might turn out to be another Derrick. 😕 And that would be bad. He will want to see me and talk to me off the clock. He already suggested we hang out together. 🙄 I need to be careful with him. I can’t have another Derrick on my hands (in fact, we’ll call this new guy, “D2”). Derrick was more than I could handle. It was my fault for letting him get close.

Anyway, the sex was “meh”. I was too aggressive. He wouldn’t stay hard.

I think I’m starting to understand why guys won’t talk about their erectile dysfunction. They’re ashamed. But I thought they would know that if there’s anyone in the world they could talk about it with, it would be a sex worker.

Anyway, I could tell his was embarrassed but I tried not to mention it. And I think he was okay with not having an orgasm. I need to be okay with guys not having an orgasm. If they can’t stay hard, it really is their own private little shame (if they see it that way) until they feel the need to talk about it with me. Until then, I’m okay with just pretending I don’t notice.

And D2 is young as well. I just don’t get it. Maybe he drinks alcohol? Maybe he eats too much sugar or carbs?

Anyway, he’s very touchy. Liked to rub and kiss the body. At one point, ladies and gentlemen, he went for the “groceries”… the booty groceries (I love that saying).

I learned that 1) the nerves around the anus are sensitive and 2) I don’t like a finger in my booty hole. And this boy tried to go knuckle-deep until I told him to back off. I have hemorrhoids and that shit is uncomfortable.

Yeah… That was my first time getting my booty groceries ate (😆). 2 out of 10. Wouldn’t recommend.

Overall, the session went well. His dick is thick and long but too bad it’s half dead… He’s sexy, though…

I hope he continues to book 90 minute dates. Also, because of him, I reached my monthly revenue goal for this month. 🥹

Also, he was another client who read my blog before deciding to see me. He said he actually read all of my posts. The blog wins again!

#me #d2 #clients

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alwayzraven · 2 years ago

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Kardeşlerim 86

Serpil didn't die after Ayla hit her. Ayla told Sengul to distract Berk so he doesn’t see Serpil and she’s going to take her to the hospital. Sengul told Berk that the dishwasher was broken and the house was flooded with water so she and Ayla were busy cleaning everywhere all morning. She told him that his mother was in the shower and that’s why she didn’t hear him knock on the door. Sengul asked Berk to drop her home since he knows the way and he was more than happy to do so.

Berk dropped Sengul off at her house and Aybike and Omer were there. When Aybike saw Berk with her mom together, she was surprised.

Berk explained to her since their moms made up, Sengul came and had coffee with his mom. Sengul told Aybike that she asked him to drop her off. Look how happy he is 🥺

Berk said that he still can’t believe that their moms are hanging out together and Aybike said she is also surprised.

and then when they started looking at each other intensily, Omer got the hint and left them alone 😂😂

Berk told Aybike that he will go home and ask his mom about what she talked about with Sengul and he will let her know.

On their way to the hospital, Serpil told Ayla to stop the car. Ayla didn't want to let her go bc she was injured and she was scared that she was going to die. Also, Serpil said that she was going to report her to the police and she’s going to take Berk from her. While they were fighting, Serpil fell and hit her head and she died exactly like Resul. Ayla went home and Sengul called her. Ayla lied to Sengul and told her that she took Serpil to the hospital and she was fine when she left her there. Later, Sengul met Elif. She was crying, Elif's friend told Sengul that Serpil died. Sengul went to Ayla's house and Ayla told her how Serpil died.

Zehra took the bag of money and left istanbul after she locked Tolga up at the house. Asiye went to look for Zehra at her house but she and Doruk found Tolga locked up in her room. Tolga told them that Zehram left with the money. The drug dealers came looking for Zehra and when they didn't find her they kidnapped Asiye and Doruk. Asiye tried to escape but failed. Everyone was at the Eren's house trying to think of a solution Nebehat said that she wished they took Akif bc she installed an app on his phone and she would've found him right away 😂. Akif said that Doruk had his phone with him and that's how they found them. The police arrested two of the four guys and the other two managed to escape.

Zehra came back the next day and gave the bag to the police. She went to the restaurant to apologize to everyone for leaving and causing the drug dealers to kidnap Asiye and Doruk. Asiye went to buy something and just when she left a car pulled over in front the restaurant and the two drug dealers who escaped got off the car. They went into the restaurant and shot everyone. I don't think Yasmin was shot because Omer protected her but I think she was injured by the broken glass. Asiye heard the shots and went back to the resturant. She was shocked, she checked on Omer then Aybike. Aybike said that she was in pain and she was cold 😭. Asiye covered her with her coat then called an ambulance.

In the teaser, everyone was taken to the hospital. I guess also all the parents will be there. Ayla and Berk will also be there.

Berk: ”Don’t go anywhere, please. Stay here, please, my Aybike”

I know that Zehra will die but I think everyone else will live bc we saw them at the party. Also, Sarp is going to donate blood to Omer so I think Sarp and Omer’s relationship will improve in the coming episodes.Concerning Elif, she will start going to Attaman school soon. I am sure that Ayla is going to give her a scholarship. I am curious about whether she will be friends with the squad or if she’s going to be a troublemaker.

#kardeşlerim #kardeslerim #ayber #recap

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destinygoldenstar · 1 year ago

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Another Prom + The End Of A Relationship

It’s Prom again. Laurant, Rubys boyfriend, is her date. Kian is going to prom as friends with him.

Kian, once again, is vibing and playing guitar at Prom. Laurant and Ruby danced (for the last time. We saw some of our friends, Jillian and Sara, who both look good. Sara even had a date.

And of course, Laurant hanged out with people who were not Ruby.

So Ruby confronted him.

(Kian was in the bathroom and heard everything)

"Alright Laurant. What's your problem?! You ditch me on a date, you take me out to a storm TWICE, you go in the water and not hang out with me on a date! You tell jokes instead of take your career seriouslv! Is there something in your going on that I need to know?!"

He basically said:

"I can't just be myself around you?! You need me to be some perfect business man?! What if I don't want that?!"

“YES. You can’t confirm to that?!?”

He said NO

“Then you are not the guy for me. I just can’t do this anymore. We’re done.”

And thus, Ruby and Laurant have broken up.

Laurant cried, but it didn’t seem like it took it horribly. He actually gave Ruby a positive sentiment. So maybe they can still be friends.

And of course Kian heard it from in the bathroom, walks out to Laurant upset.

Kian is going to comfort his crush.

"Hey man. You didn't do anything wrong. And my sister isn't saying it to spite you. It's good for you both. Trust me."

“You’re awesome. Keep doing what you’re doing.”

"Did you know my sister wears glasses? She got so mad when I tried to say it to her friend Catherine that she smothered me"

Ruby won Prom Royalty AGAIN

It’s the exact same people.

It’s sad though because theyre broken up now.

But at least Kian and Laurant danced 😂

You know what? They’re goofballs. Its fine.

Ruby spent the New Years Eve crying herself to sleep over the break up. While Kian daydreamed about his crush on Laurant.

Now that they’re broken up, Kian can have a try.

Kian is dating his sisters ex…

#sims #the sims 4 #sims 4 #my sims #the sims #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 screenshots #simblr #sims community #not so berry challenge #not so berry #not so berry rose #Ruby Nosobirrie #Kian Nosobirrie #Laurant Michaelson

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aerynwrites · 3 years ago

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Muse

Artist!Viktor x Fem!Reader

A/N: bought a pairing the other day (pictured far right) snd it inspired this little story! I hope you all enjoy!

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings/tags: partial nudity (not really described), modeling, partially nude reader, suggestive themes, mostly fluff, Viktor being a softie.

*I have run this through grammarly like 3 times and also read over it several times so if there are any grammatical errors I’m suing* 😂

No matter how long you've been with Viktor, he always manages to surprise you. Whether it's with coffee prepared for you in the morning or flowers in a vase on your nightstand, he's always making you take pause.

Even now, as he avoids your gaze from where he sits on his stool. Before, you had been talking about his latest art pieces, what he planned to display in the gallery and what he wanted to keep for himself. He had been so animated, eyes alight with passion as he talked about his various portraits or landscapes.

Now though, the fire is replaced with uncertainty, his question still hanging thick in the air. Only when he brings himself to look at you again, do you speak, his amber eyes breaking you from your shock.

"You want me to model for you?" You repeat his question back to him, brows furrowed in confusion.

You've modeled for him plenty of times before, albeit unconsciously. His sketchbooks are filled with candid sketches of you.

So why does he seem so nervous to ask you now?

You voice your thoughts when he doesn't respond.

"You've drawn and painted me dozens of times, Vik," you say, voice soft as you take slow steps towards where he sits. "I don't see why this should be any different."

Viktor sighs, reaching up to take your hands gently into his own once you are close enough.

"I know, miláčku. But the idea I have in mind requires…" he trails off, cheeks tinged pink. "It's more intimate than other sessions," he finally says, tipping his head back to look at you.

It takes a moment for understanding to set in, and once it does, you feel heat prickle your cheeks. But, the smile that tugs at your lips overwhelms any doubts you might have.

"Nude modeling? Viktor, we've slept together. I don't see how-"

He stops you, blush darkening even more as he interrupts you.

"No, no, not nude-Well…" he corrects himself, "Not completely."

A soft giggle slips out as you lean down to press a kiss to his cheek.

"Yes, Viktor, I will model for you. Just let me know when."

Viktor is positively beaming when you pull away from him, eyes sparkling once more.

"Really?"

He grabs his cane from where it rests against his easel and stands, his other hand moving to wrap around your waist.

"Thank you, miláčku. Would tomorrow be too soon?" He asks, giddiness lacing his words. "It would be here in my studio, of course."

Smile still on your face, you rest your forehead against his own as he leans towards you.

"Tomorrow is perfect," you assure him.

"Wonderful!" Viktor presses a quick kiss to your lips before pulling away, nothing but love in his eyes as he looks down at you.

"Tomorrow then," you confirm. "I'll make sure to bring coffee and breakfast."

"Perfect." Viktor smiles. "Just like you."

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The morning rays of sun filter through sheer curtains, painting the studio in soft light. It casts shadows in the corners of the room but illuminates the center of the cluttered space perfectly. It's beautiful, and you suddenly realize why this is Viktor's favorite time of day.

You peer around the room for the artist in question only to find him curiously missing. Or at least hiding in one of the storage rooms off to the side. So, you use this moment to take in the space entirely. While you've been in this room often enough, Viktor's studio still seems so private.

Unfinished sketches and half-painted canvases litter the room and tabletops. Glasses filled with muddied water and paintbrushes are scattered throughout the room with paint pallets laying beside them. But what you focus on most is the center of the room.

An easel with a large unpainted canvas sits in front of the only empty space in the room. A simple wooden chair and a white sheet draped over the back stand in the middle. Suddenly, your mind is running wild with all the possible positions or arrangements Viktor may have planned.

Will he have you seated in the chair with the cloth draped over your lap? Maybe he'll have it draped over one shoulder, trailing down to pool to the floor beneath you. Or perhaps…maybe the sheet is just a little trick of his, and he will want you utterly bare before him.

"You're early." The familiar accented voice startles you from your internal guessing game, and you spin around to face Viktor.

He's approaching the easel, wheeling a small cart of art supplies in front of him. His cane thumps rhythmically, accompanying the high-pitched squeaking from the wheels until he's next to you, a smile on his face.

"I brought breakfast," you say, gesturing to the small bag of muffins you left on the table near the door. "And coffee.”

"Just as you promised." He observes, returning his attention to the cart of supplies.

He procures a painter's pallet followed by various paint tubes, slowly starting to set up for the session.

"Well, I didn't know how long this would take, so I wanted to make sure we're both fueled up." You grab the brown paper bag and Viktor's coffee before returning to him.

You gently bump his shoulder, causing him to turn from his task and eye the treats.

"I got your favorite," you tell him, watching him take the bag as he sits on the stool. "Poppyseed and blueberry."

He opens the bag and peers in, nose twitching with the tantalizing scents that greet him.

"They're still warm." He notes, pulling one of the baked goods from the bag.

"Perks of getting to the bakery early." You look from Viktor to the space before you both. "Now, how about we eat, and then you can tell me about this idea?"

Viktor nods, already taking a bite of the blueberry muffin.

"That sounds agreeable to me," he says, voice muffled around the food in his mouth.

Giggling at his antics you say no more as your mind wanders back to the center of the room. You can't stop the excitement that courses through you and the curiosity that rises to meet it.

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Viktor tells you of his vision for this painting as you two munch away on your muffins and sip warm coffee. He isn't sure why the idea came to him, but he couldn't get it out of his mind once it did.

That leads you to where you are now, standing in the middle of the room in absolutely nothing save the white sheet Viktor is adjusting around you.

You stand facing away from the canvas he will be painting, left side turned just slightly towards the easel. The sheet is held in both hands, which Viktor instructs you to keep close to your chest.

"Like you guard your most intimate secrets close to your heart." He says, eyes trailing over you as he assesses your pose.

You smile at him then, doing as he says before leaning towards him and pressing a quick kiss to his lips. He returns the gesture immediately, hands falling instinctively to your sides before he pulls away quickly, a pretty flush on his cheeks. You pout at him, something he is quick to assuage.

"I am afraid if I continued, we would not get very far into the session…." He trails off, avoiding your gaze.

You can feel your heart flutter in your chest at his words. No matter how long you've been together, he somehow always makes you feel like you had in the beginning. Giddy, heartsick, and totally in love.

"I get it, Vik," you say honestly, returning to the position he wanted you. You pull your hands up to rest against your chest, the sheet covering what your hands don't.

"Like this?"

Viktor, now drawn back to the task at hand, nods.

"Yes, just-" he reaches out to adjust your hold on the corners of the sheet, letting it fall a little more loosely from between your fingers.

"There."

You stand still in silence save for Viktor's short instructions. Shift your weight to your left foot instead of your right. Tilt your head down just slightly, perfect.

Once he is content with your positioning, he then moves on to the white fabric draped behind you. You hold the large piece of cloth at two of its corners, one in each hand pulled up to your chest. This makes the fabric dip gracefully behind you, crossing just below your low back and covering your backside.

Everything else, however, is bare.

The rustling of the fabric and Viktor's low thoughtful humming are all that fills the air as he moves around you. The room is warm, especially since you're standing in the sunlight that streams through the windows, but a chill rushes through you as gentle fingers brush over your skin.

They skim across your low back as he shifts the fabric, adjusting it to drape just like he imagines. You feel his knuckles brush against the back of your thighs and then your calves as he tugs the sheet away from your legs, muttering something about wanting to have some of them showing.

Blood rushes in your ears, your heart thumping solidly in your chest as heat floods your entire being. If Viktor doesn't hurry up, you definitely aren't going to finish the session.

It's as if he reads your mind. He stands to his full height behind you as he speaks.

"Okay, I think everything is ready."

You watch as he slowly makes his way to stand in front of you, leaning his weight onto his cane as his eyes trail over you one last time. When they finally come back to capture your gaze, liquid pools of amber seem to glow in the morning sun.

"You are breathtaking." His words are just a whisper as they fall from his lips, and your knees weaken.

"Viktor…" You trail off, shying away at the praise, especially in such an intimate setting.

But he won't take that, and instead, he steps up to press a chaste kiss to your lips, resting his free hand on the crook of your neck before he pulls away.

"I mean it." He assures you. "And I cannot wait to capture it."

And with those final words, he steps away from you to head towards his easel. You can't see him due to your position, but you hear him as he settles onto his stool, swishing a brush around in a glass of water.

"This first stint will take the longest." He informs you, a light tapping sound accompanying his words as he rids his brush of excess water.

"Once I have the outline complete, we can take a break."

You take a shaky breath, ready to be here for a while and excited to see the outcome.

"Sounds like a plan."

Viktor smiles and presses his brush to the canvas.

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The first half of the session took longer than anticipated. But once it was complete, you were given a break as Viktor had promised. You had immediately gone to look at the progress but were stopped by a stern look from the artist. He didn't want you looking until it was complete, so despite your curiosity, you stayed away.

Viktor had let you rest as long as needed and only continued once you were ready. The second half, which Viktor explained would block in most of the shading and background, took several more hours. However, more breaks were allowed, even though you didn't take as many as you probably needed.

You are dying to see what he's creating.

You are so lost in thought about what the painting looks like that you don't even hear Viktor call your name. Instead, the thing that breaks you from your trance is a familiar palm cupping your elbow, fingers pressing into your arm gently.

You turn to face him, brows raised in surprise.

"Did you say something? Do I need to adjust my arms again?"

The artist smiles but shakes his head.

“I'm done."

Lips pull into a wide grin as you tug the sheet around you like a large blanket, covering yourself.

"Oh! Can I see it?" You ask, fingers fisting in the soft material.

He nods, placing a light hand on your low back as he guides you back towards the easel.

"Of course. I hope…" he trails off just before you can walk around and see the masterpiece. "I hope I've done you justice."

Shifting to hold the sheet closed with one hand, you reach out from between the material to place a gentle hand on his arm. You notice the flecks of grey paint splattered on his shirt, and the streaks only get worse the closer you get to his hands.

White, grey, and black streaks of pigment color his fingers and hands, and he even managed to smear some more on his cheek. Your hand abandons its place on his arm to instead reach up and rub at the paint splotch, a tender look on your face.

"I'm sure it's perfect, Viktor," you say, voice gentle. "Just like everything else you create."

He shies away from the praise but conceals his humble nature by covering your hand with his own, turning to press a feather-light kiss to your palm.

"I hope you are right."

He steps away from you, keeping your hand wrapped in his as he leads you to the front of the easel. Immediately you seek out the image, and once you stand in front of it, you can't stop your lips from parting in awe. Viktor moves to stand behind you, hands on your hips as you take in his work.

While you had seen the canvas when you walked in, you failed to notice how large it was. But now that the image was painted on, it seemed larger than life. He had chosen a black and grey color pallet instead of his usual colored one. Yet despite the lack of colors, the painting jumps off the canvas in vibrancy.

You could see every dip and curve in your back, the softness of your arms, the slope of your shoulders and neck as your head turns away from the viewer. The sheet is beautifully bright against the other darker colors, and if you didn't know it was a painting, you swear you could reach out and feel the fabric's suppleness. It falls so naturally from the hands he painted and down your back, trailing down to pool at the bottom of the canvas as it had on the floor.

It’s beautiful. You're beautiful.

And the fact that this is how Viktor sees you…It makes tears burn at the back of your eyes.

"Viktor, I…" You can't even find the words to describe how you feel.

"See," He says, breath tickling your cheek as he leans down to press gentle kisses to your shoulder. "Breathtaking."

Viktor removes his lips from your skin when you don't respond and turns you in his arms. He pulls you flush against him as he rests his forehead against your own, noses brushing together.

"You are so beautiful." He tells you, fingers pressing gently into your back from where he holds you. "And I want everyone else to see you as I do."

You pull away from him, eyes wide.

"This is going in the gallery?"

Viktor only ever puts his most prized works there for others to see. Most of his work he kept for himself or as gifts to others. Only the projects he deemed the best of the best got to be displayed in the gallery at the center of Piltover. And he wants you there…

Before you can stop yourself, you rush back in, pressing your lips to his in hopes of telling him everything you can't figure out how to say.

He understands. Viktor understands very well, and before you bring him to his knees, he manages to sit on the stool behind him, his cane clattering to the ground as he pulls you onto his lap.

Your toes barely brushed the ground, but Viktor doesn't mind the extra weight and happily holds you against his chest, hands now free to roam. His fingers curl beneath the edge of the sheet around your shoulders, tugging at the fabric gently just as you pull away from him.

A smirk tugs at your lips when you see the betrayed look on Viktor's face.

"I sit and stare at you for hours, and you can't even grant me this one mercy?" He asks, a slightly petulant tone to his words.

You can't stop the laugh that bubbles from your chest, and you immediately lean into him, tucking your face into his shoulder as he hugs you closer.

"I'll grant you mercy when we get back to the apartment. Does that sound fair?"

Viktor huffs.

"That's hardly fair, but…" You can hear the smile in his voice. "I guess I can agree to your terms."

Warmth fills your chest.

"I love you, Viktor."

His arms tighten around you as he presses his lips to the crown of your head.

"I love you more."

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Promises Pt. 3 Villain KiriBaku x Fem Reader

Hello, my lovely Poppies! Wow! Would ya look at this! A post at a normal time of day!😂 Here is chapter three of Promises! I hope you all enjoy it. This chapter is still pretty tame, but don’t worry, the drama and spiciness will ramp up soon!

Fanart credit goes to Sakimichan on DeviantArt. Go check them out, their art is amazing!!

Disclaimer: I do not own any MHA characters

Warnings: Language, mentioned rape, mentioned violence, mentioned death

Masterlist

Pt. 2

“How many pancakes do you want, sweetheart?” The blonde asked when she walked into the kitchen.

“Just one,” the girl said quietly. Bakugou chuckled and placed two on her plate.

“You got to eat more princess,” he said as he handed her the plate and gestured her to the table, “you need to stay healthy. We don’t wanna see you get sick. do you understand?”

Y/N nodded with a silent thank you and sat down at the kitchen table.

“We got water, milk, juice, and alcohol,” the man called from the fridge, “Which one do you want?”

“Water please,” Y/N said, picking at her food. fuck ago return to the table with a beer in one hand and a glass of water in the other, placing it in front of her. The girl nodded thanks to the man and brought the cup to her lips. She didn’t realize how thirsty she was and chugged the entire glass. The blonde chuckled at her, “do you want another?”

“Yes please,” Y/N said quietly. Bakugou nodded and took her glass back to the kitchen to refill it, “Eat princess. Kiri Will want to know how his cooking tastes.”

Without responding, Y/N grabbed a fork, searching for a knife to cut her pancake with. There was none. They don’t trust her with a knife. She slowly cut a pancake with her fork, taking a tiny piece, and bringing it to her mouth with shaky hands. It was sweet. Too sweet for her. She felt like she was going to throw up. If she hadn’t seen what she did in his room, she probably would have enjoyed this more.

“How is it? “The man said as he sat back down, placing the glass in front of her.

“It’s good,” Y/N said with a small, forced smile.

Bakugou returned the smile and proceeded to eat his own food, “Kiri’s a good cook. Not as good as me, though.”

“Y-You cook?” Y/N stuttered.

The man sighed in annoyance, “Of course I do! Why is everybody so surprised that I can cook?”

“I-I mean, n-no one really expects it. Y-You’re- Y-You’re…”

“Too cool?”

“I-I guess. Y-You don’t seem l-like the type…”

“Yeah, I guess,” the man huffed, leaning back in his seat, “I even shocked my classmates with my cooking skills when we were at camp. They didn’t think my cooking would be good. Boy did they love it though.”

Y/N nodded and proceeded to slowly eat her food, no matter how much her body and mind were protesting it. Not long after, she claimed she couldn’t eat anymore.

“You haven’t eaten in two days and you only eat half of a pancake?” Bakugou questioned, eyeing her plate.

“I ate the eggs,” Y/N said, “I-I’m just pacing myself. I don’t want to get sick.”

Another lie. She was starving but couldn’t bear to eat out of the hands of the two murderers.

The blonde hummed, taking her plate in his to the kitchen. “I’m gonna put yours in the fridge. We can’t let this food go to waste so let me know when you’re hungry again and I’ll take it out.”

Y/N nodded and got up from her seat to take the silverware and drinks to the sink.

“Just leave them there princess,” Bakugou said, “I’ll wash them. Go sit down on the couch in the living room.”

Y/N went into the living room and plopped herself on the couch while Bakugou was cleaning up in the kitchen. She took that moment to mourn her cousin, letting the tears cascade down her cheeks, gently wiping them with her sleeve as to not cause redness on her skin. She couldn’t afford to let either man know that she knew anything. She couldn’t believe that they killed Kaylee. They promised that they wouldn’t. Then it struck her. They probably had already killed her. The men were planning on hanging her costume fabric on the wall in their room, the room she knew she would be visiting a lot more lately. Did they think that she wouldn’t recognize the fabric?

When she heard the sink turn off, she wiped her face of any tears, focused on steadying her breathing. Bakugou came into the room and sat next to her on the couch. Y/N stiffened when she felt his hands grab her waist.

“Relax,” the man said.

Y/N went limp as he pulled her into his lap, his hand pushing her head into his neck while his other adjusted her legs over his.

“W-What are you doing?”

“Holding you.”

“W-Why?”

“You’re scared,” he said, “I’m sorry you saw that in our room. I’ll ask Kiri to take them down and move them somewhere else.”

“Are you going to add more?” Y/N whispered, already expecting his lie, knowing her cousin will join the other fallen heroes.

“No,” he said, running his hand through her hair, “Hopefully not anytime soon. Kaylee is off-limits. We know that.”

Liar. That’s what she wanted to say.

“W-What about your classmates?” Y/N stuttered, “Will you… k-kill them too?”

The blonde sighed, refusing to answer.

“Y-You could have killed Ingenium… but you didn’t.”

“That was to send a message…” Bakugou said, “He’s lucky to even be alive.”

“But he can’t run… He doesn’t have his quirk anymore.”

“That’s what happens when they try to stop us.”

“T-They were trying t-to help you,” Y/N said sitting up, looking into the man’s eyes, “They wanted to save you from doing something worse.”

“Y/N…” Bakugou warned.

“It hurts them to see you two like this. They want to help you get better. I-I want to help you get better.”

“I don’t need to get better!” Bakugou shouted. He flinched when he heard Y/N yelp in pain. He looked down to see that his hand holding her thigh was letting off steam. He was burning her. When he lifted his hand, he saw a pink outline of his hand on her skin.

“Shit,” he grumbled as he moved her to his side, “Stay there. I need to get some supplies.”

Y/N sat there, staring at the burn, barely even registering a door opening and closing.

“Bakugou! Princess! I’m home!” Kirishima sang as he walked into the kitchen to put down his bags.

“How was your morning Princess?” he asked, walking towards the living room, “Did you like the breakfast I ma- Holy shit! Bakugou! What did you do to her?!”

“She said something annoying,” Bakugou huffed as he walked in with some medical supplies, “Honestly didn’t mean to burn her, but she had it coming. Yapped about how we need help to get better.”

Y/N flinched when the blonde took her leg and wiped the burn with a disinfectant wipe.

“We’re not insane, Princess,” Kirishima said as he sat down next to her, taking her hand in his, “We know what we’re doing. It hurts that you think that about us.”

“S-Sorry…” Y/N whispered as Bakugou rubbed some ointment on her thigh and covered it with a bandage.

“What do you say to Bakugou, Princess?” the redhead said.

“T-Thank you. I-I’m sorry f-for what I s-said…”

“Good girl~” Kirishima cooed, nuzzling her hair with his nose out of affection, “Why don’t you sit here and relax while we go take care of the groceries, yeah?”

Y/N nodded, “C-Can I go to my room?”

“Sorry Princess,” Kirishima sighed, “You gotta stay down here with us. Can’t take any chances if you get hurt again with that injury.”

Translation: Can’t have you trying to escape.

Y/N nodded again.

Kirishima smiled and kissed her cheek before he got up from the couch, “Just wanna make sure your safe, Princess. Come on Bakugou. I got the stuff for dinner that you needed.”

The men make their way into the kitchen and begin to unload the groceries. Y/N looked back behind her to observe them. They seemed totally normal. Bakugou would chastise the redhead whenever he put the vegetables in the wrong drawer or put something in the freezer that needed to be in the fridge. Again, if they weren’t villains, Y/N would have smiled and laughed at their bantering. Suddenly feeling the urge to pee, she got up, careful not to anger the burn on her leg, and walked into the kitchen, catching both men’s attention.

“I need to use the restroom…” she said.

“I’ll take her,” Bakugou said, putting down the bell peppers in his hands and turning to the redhead, “Meat goes in the second drawer and fruit goes on the top shelf. I swear if you mess even that up, I will beat you.”

Kirishima laughed, “You’re so picky!”

“I’m not picky! I’m organized. There’s a difference.”

“Alright, alright. I got this. Just go take her.”

Bakugou sighed and grabbed Y/N’s hand, “Come on.”

He led her down the hall to the bathroom, “Do your thing and come straight back to the kitchen, understand?”

Y/N nodded.

“Words, Sweetheart.”

“I understand.”

Bakugou nodded and walked back to the kitchen.

While in the bathroom, Y/N was coming up with her plan to escape. They won’t let her go upstairs by herself right now. They want her wherever they are. She will need to make them trust her enough to let her go about the house without them watching her. They’re not dumb. She knows that. They’ll notice something is up if she immediately starts seeking their attention. Plus, they won’t immediately allow her to roam the house by herself. This will take the most time of her plan. Probably a couple of weeks. But once they do loosen the reins, and she manages to sneak out, what then? Where will she go? How far were they from Musutafu? How will she get anywhere? They will definitely catch her on foot. She knew how to hotwire a car, Kaylee taught her how to do it back home in America before she applied to be a hero. If she could find one, she’ll be home free. She could go back to the city, tell the heroes what happened, and send Dynamite and Red Riot away for good. She just needed to be patient and deal with the shit that will be thrown her way by the two former heroes. Y/N washed her hands and left the bathroom, confident in her plan. As she made her way back to the kitchen, she heard the men talking in hushed voices. She slowed as she got closer, listening in on their conversation.

“We need to move them out of our room,” Bakugou said.

“Did she see them?” Kirishima asked.

Bakugou didn’t say anything, but Kirishima’s sigh let Y/N know that the blonde answered his question.

“Did she see hers?”

“No. It was in my bag.”

Kaylee…

“Good. Water bitch was all over the news while I was out. Guess her family received their package,” Kirishima chuckled.

“That must’ve caused a scene in America.” Bakugou hummed.

“Uh yeah!” Kirishima laughed, “I mean I would flip shit too if my daughter was sent to me in a coffin covered in blood and jizz leaking out of her.”

“She had it coming,” Bakugou huffed, “She was getting too close. Almost found us.”

“At least she’s out of the way,” the redhead said, “Hey, how was she?”

Y/N wanted to throw up. She could see the smirk in his voice.

“She was a tough one, I’ll give her that,” the blonde sighed, “Fought nasty. Took a while for her to tire out, but once she could barely even procure a drop of water, I was already all over her. Seeing her all bloodied and her costume torn up…ugh that was a sight to see.”

“I bet at the sight of your dick, she got right back up.”

“Nah she was down for the count,” Bakugou said, “I swear her eyes glistened. She always had a crush on us. No complaining or anything. All she did was cry for Y/N. Begged us to not hurt her. Even while she was bouncing on my dick, she was crying for her. It was annoying, so right when she came, I snapped her neck and finished myself off in her.”

“Gross, man!” Kirishima said, “You couldn’t have waited to off her after you finished? You literally fucked a dead woman.”

“And her cousin.” Bakugou chuckled, earning one from the redhead, “Now help me finish unpacking these.”

Y/N’s knees gave out and she sank to the floor. She couldn’t believe what she just heard. Not only had Kaylee been killed by Bakugou, but she had also been raped by him as well. And what sickened her more, was that she had let Bakugou have her and believed his lies not even a day later. She didn’t want to see the men. She didn’t want to be anywhere near them. But she knew she needed to get back to the kitchen, or else she will get in more trouble…

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Chapter three done! I know this chapter didn’t have much and was a little short, but hey, at least Y/N has somewhat of a plan to escape! We will just have to wait and see how her plan plays out.

Anyways, let me know if you like this chapter! Feedback is alway appreciated!

Have a lovely day!!

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