#i think it took me maybe... 6 hours to finish this?? not too sure

[arielluva]

tried my best to draw in the official art style :33

little progress gif under the cut

[orcelito]

Despite all odds, I have arrived home safely👍

Turns out that the earlier goop was the better goop. The adderall goop. The adderall has worn off now though. So I am. Very incredibly out of it.

But I am home. And I will take my quick shower. And then I will climb into bed.

I do need to eat. But... later...

[whosmariaaa]

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7 !

college! sukuna was indeed head over heels. he couldn’t stop thinking about you. you and your attitude, the way you didn’t take his shit. and maybe the fact that you were playing hard to get.

you were actually not, because you did not want him at all, and you hated his guts more than anything. especially right now.

“are you actually being for real? sukuna, the project is due in a week! and you haven’t done shit! you told me you would!” you told him in irritation. though you were growing more stressed than irritated. this project was a really big part of your grade, and if this wasn’t done right, you were screwed.

he was looking at your face with a lazy grin, though you doubted he was paying attention to anything you were saying.

“uh huh, just chill out, y/n,” sukuna shrugged, unbothered.

“chill out? i’ve been working my ass off for my part of the project, and you haven’t done a single thing!” you rejoined.

he raised an eyebrow. “are you sure? cause i’ve seen your part of the project, and it’s fucking shit—“

SMACK!

heads turned at the loud noise, but you couldn’t possibly care less. “i’m so fucking done with you! get your shit together! you finish your part of the project in two days, or i’m kicking your ass out!” you snapped before storming out of the library.

sukuna held a hand on the cheek that was starting to go a little red from the hit he just took. he wasn’t angry, or irritated. he just watched you go with a slight smirk.

no one ever dared to hurt sukuna and get away with it. that man was menacing, and could get people begging on their knees quickly.

but you? he let you. honestly, you were the most entertainment he was getting since forever. every single little thing you did out of anger, only made his infatuation for you grow. sukuna loved the thrill he got out of you.

two days later, he told you he finished his part of the project. which took a whole lot of weight of your shoulders, because you were starting to grow grey hairs at this rate.

and honestly, something in you told you to trust him. he had phenomenal grades, after all. so, not until a few hours before the deadline did you decide to check his part of the project.

you regretted it. spelling mistakes, grammar errors, nothing on the paper made sense. it was genuinely terrible. and suddenly, you felt as if you were growing grey hairs again. you called sukuna for nth time that hour, but when it send you to voicemail once more, you took it on yourself to fix this crap.

you spend your entire evening and night in complete stress, trying to fix what you could. and you eventually had to send it in, due to the dead line nearing. anxiety was surging through you. but maybe, the professor took mercy on grading projects.

the next few days, you avoided him altogether. no matter what he did or said, you ignored him and kept walking. you were too anxious about the project’s results to even start a fight with him.

and when your grade finally came in, you wanted to die. a 49%. all that hard work, and for what? and on top of that, now you were failing this class too.

after class you confronted him, angrily. but you struggled to conceal how you really felt about all this. you felt like crying, but you kept it in.

“you look pissed. what’s up, baby?” sukuna asked, leaning down condescendingly.

“what the fuck do you think? maybe the 49% on our project? you said you did your part of the project!” you retorted furiously.

he scoffed, “so? i never said i was going to try. i told you to not expect me to give a shit, didn’t i?” he taunted.

sukuna wasn’t taking you seriously at all. he just looked down at you with his stupid, stupid smirk.

you felt your legs go a little wobbly. you felt like shit, actually. and right now, you couldn’t stop the tears either as they welled up in your eyes.

“you’re a piece of fucking shit, sukuna! i hate you so fucking much! fuck you!” you snapped, your voice breaking slightly.

sukuna went silent for a moment at the sight of the tears pooling in your eyes, “shit, baby. i didn’t think you’d care this much,” he replied, though his tone was slightly less mocking.

you couldn’t take it anymore. you wiped your tears and got out of there. you couldn’t deal with all this anymore. and definitely not with him right now.

sukuna just stood there, with a weird feeling bubbling in his stomach at seeing you cry. he was quiet, with his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“damn. what’cha do? cheat on her?” gojo chimed in, placing his hand on sukuna’s shoulder. but before gojo could react, he slammed him against the wall, and grabbed his collar.

“gojo, i told you to shut the fuck up about her. when the fuck are you going to get a hint? or should i beat the shit out of you first?” he threatened.

he felt himself get pushed off. “calm your ass down,” toji huffed. gojo just scratched his head. he was used to sukuna’s aggression, but not this kind of anger over a girl.

“whatever. watch what the fuck you say, gojo,” he warned firmly. gojo just shot his hands up in defence, “okay, okay. my bad. i won’t start talking about your girl again.”

sukuna’s eye twitched, but he sighed and just let it rest. he still felt like crap about you crying. he didn’t even know why, he made plenty girl cry before. but seeing you cry, made his heart feel heavy.

“fuck is wrong with you?” toji asked, though his tone was calm. sukuna stayed silent for a few moments.

“i fucked up,” he grumbled after a while. toji and gojo exchanged glances, not really sure what to do about all this. sukuna didn’t know either, and that made him feel even more shitty.

──★˙🍓̟!! hi babes!!!! thank you so so so much gor all the love, may God bless u all💞💞 and i’m so sorry i’m very busy with school rn i have a test week so pls forgive me if im a little slow w updates! ill also attempt to do a taglist in part 6, tysm for the patience!

[popcornpoppypop]

Organized Care

Summary: Listen this is a very self indulgent thought because I'm the worst at this... but Jack would be the king of reminding you to take your meds. Birth control, psych, midol/aleve, whatever... he is just always making sure your needs are being met because he knows your mind just blanks on those things... but not him. He's got you.

Jack was finishing up his chart, his brow furrowed in concentration. The buzz of the ER didn’t bother him, he had learned to tune it over a decade ago. He finished his sentence, leaning back in his chair with a sigh, looking at his watch.

“Shit. Dana, have you seen y/n?” Jack asked, fumbling to get something from his pockets.

“She’s over at bay 6, why?”  Dana looked up from her tablet. Jack tapped his watch and walked off.

“Okay, Mrs. Simmons, you take it easy.” You smiled to the patient as you left. Jack was waiting patiently just outside the curtain.

“You want to get coffee?” He asked.

“Not particularly, why?” You said, eyes trained on your tablet as you typed away.

“You need one.”

“I don’t, I feel fine.” You looked up at him, confused. Jack raised his hand, a small pill organizer in it, and shook it.  “Oh! I forgot again.” You chuckled.

“You always forget. Come on, before you start whining about ‘brain zaps’ or whatever you call it.” Jack guided you toward the breakroom, his hand on the small of your back.

“Well, if they made an SSRI that didn’t have to be taken on a strict schedule, I’d do that one.” You sighed as you walked in, grabbing your mug and pouring the stale coffee in it.

“You’d never remember to take those either.” Jack chuckled as he handed you your meds.

“Why remember when I have you?” You downed the pills.

“What if I’m out of town? What if I’m in a coma?”

“Why would you be in a coma?”

“Why is anyone in a coma? Life happens.” Jack sipped your coffee.

“If you’re in a coma, I don’t think my meds would be able to do much.” You chuckled.

“Take your Tylenol now too.” Jack handed you the pill.

“I don’t need it.”

“You’re hunched over like an old Italian woman. Your back hurts, I can see it a mile away. Take the damn pill.” Jack scolded.

“You’re mean when you care.” You rolled your eyes, taking the pill.

“You like it.” He smirked as he pulled you in by the hips.

“Maybe.” You ran a hand through his hair. The intercom buzzed about a new trauma arriving, causing you both to groan in irritation.

“Let me know if you’re back acts up.” Kissed your cheek and ran off. You smiled to yourself. You always did like how he took care of you. You were both much better at caring for each other than yourselves. It was a symbiotic relationship.

The morning sun was starting to filter in through the ambulance bay doors, bringing some levity to the stark white walls.  The day shift was starting to filter in, the next group due for 12 hours of hell.

“Good morning.” Dana smiled as she sat at the desk.

“It’s only good for you because we managed to clear out the place.” You scoffed, leaning over the counter.

“You guys cleaned up good last night.” Robby smirked as he walked over.

“You’re welcome.” You hissed.

“What’s with the attitude?” Dana chuckled.

“I don’t know, I’m sorry.” You sighed. “I’m on my period and I just want to go collapse in the bath.”

“I do not miss those days.” Dana laughed. “Just wait until you have to work through menopause.” She shook her head.

“I am suddenly very grateful to be a man.” Robby nodded.

“The uterus is the stupidest organ. Why crush yourself? It doesn’t make any sense.” You groan, head falling into your arms on the counter.

“We’ll do rounds and get you out of here. You can sit down if you need to.” Robby said.

“I’ll never get back up.” You flopped your arms out in front of you.

“Here.” Jack seemed to appear out of nowhere, placing two pills in your outstretched hand. “Where did you come from?” Dana jumped.

“I’m always around.” He smiled. “Take your midol.” Jack scowled until you downed the pills.

“Thank you.” You sighed. “I need to check the dressing on bay 5 and then I’ll join for hand over.” You slunk off toward the patient.

“You just carry Midol in your pocket?” Robby looked at Jack, confused.

“Yes.” Jack’s face was equally confused. He pulled out his pill organizer. “I have Tylenol for both our backs, aspirin, Midol, Imodium,  her Zoloft, my pain meds, Pepto chewables because her stomach gets upset if you look at her wrong, her Zyrtec for the allergies she swears she doesn’t have, her birth control because one time she stopped the alarm without taking it and she was two days behind and we both had a panic attack when she was randomly nauseous four weeks later, so I’m in charge of those now…and Tums.” Jack shook the organizer at Robby.

“Wow. You just have that on you at all times?” Robby asked.

“Yeah. She forgets to take care of herself. Someone has to remember.” Jack shrugged.

“That is a new level of whipped.” Robby chuckled.

“Maybe, but I’m the one with a hot woman in his bed and you’re not.” Jack smirked as he walked off.

“Oh, he schooled your ass.” Dana laughed.

[captain-huggy-bear]

Just thinking about clay and “I slept really good last night” “that makes one of us”

(congrats on 1000 bby)

Dad!Clay makes a come back and baby Penelope/Penny is back in the house and yes, she has an itty bitty Gritty because I said so and clearly every child would become obsessed with that cryptid. 1000 Followers Celly Finished Requests are currently closed while I work through current ones <3 Writing Masterlist

You stretch your arms over your head as you walk into the kitchen, groaning as each of your limbs seems to pop in a satisfying way after a long and very good sleep. You feel heavy but in that way that comes from a good long sleep. Satisfying. You kiss Clay on the cheek as you pass him at the kitchen table to make a bowl of cereal. He's already sat at the table eating, eyes blinking heavy like he's not slept enough.

“I slept really good last night" You make a passing comment, not really thinking much of it as you sit besides him at the table, legs brushing, thighs pressed close together. Both of you unable to have much distance between you when you're both in the room even after 4 years of marriage. Both quite clingy.

“That makes one of us...” Clay grumbles, grumpy and sleepy, shoving a banana in his mouth like it personally offended him.

You frown at him, spoon being left to rest in your bowl as you reach up to push his hair behind his ear. Clay's usually the best sleeper in the house. He almost always sleeps well, unlike you. You're usually too anxious or worried about something...and Penelope's still young, sleep has a tendency to be disrupted for her, although you note that you didn't get woken up at all last night. Maybe her sleep has finally sorted itself with age?

"What happened, honey?" You baby him a little, the sort of tenderness that has his mood brightening a little more until he's leaning into your fingers on his chin and smiling just the smallest amount. Just enough for you to know he's not mad at you or anyone really, just tired, just a little grumpy.

"Penny came in at like 2 am and refused to sleep without me in the room." God, isn't that the cutest. You hate to think it because you know all about those sleepless nights, far too many to count when Clay's away on a roadie and you're the only parent around. But, it's cute, the way Penny loves her dad, how she seeks him out when she needs comfort. She doesn't just come to you, she views you both as vital and it makes it so much easier. There isn't really a favourite parent in your household, not since she was 6 months old and started to realise that Clay was another person in the house, mama was not the only thing in her world anymore.

At the time you'd felt neglected, suddenly not being the most important person in her world, but now? Now you were grateful that she split her time, energy and mischief between the two of you.

"You could have woken me...Clay..." You hum at him sympathetically, knowing you'd have gladly joined him in the night time efforts to get your daughter back to sleep.

"No, it's okay, she wanted daddy, y'know? and I wanted to make sure you got some sleep, you had a long day yesterday." He presses a kiss to the side of your head, reassuring, sweet. It hadn't been a choice really, the moment Penny had woken him he'd shushed her in an attempt to keep you from waking. You did more long nights than him, every roadie you were on your own and the least he could do was let you sleep when he was around.

"When did you get to sleep?"

"Like.." He looks at the clock before rubbing a hand across the beginnings of his five o'clock shadow, "2 hours ago? Finally got her to sleep and then it took like 30 minutes before I could sneak out of her room, she's got a strong grip for a 3 year old, baby." You laugh at him even as you sympathise because you know exactly how strong that grip is. She'd recently taken up mini-sticks and her favourite hobby was hitting a soft ball at your ankles, except her hits were so hard they weren't so soft anymore.

"She's your baby, that's why. She's already perfecting her slapshot." You grin at him, leaning against his shoulder, nosing into his neck as he wraps an arm around your waist and tugs you and your chair closer to him.

"I blame Bainer, he's been teaching her how to fight when we're not looking at BBQs." You're not surprised. If it was up to Jack all the kids would be having a mini fight club. As it is he's already trying to start a toddler hockey team despite your concerns about skate blades, concussions and tiny little fists with sticks in.

Clay leans into you more and more, eyes starting to blink in and out of focus. It's the biggest of his tells, that he's struggling to stay awake, that he truly didn't get enough sleep. You run your fingers back through his hair, lips on his jaw gently as you murmur at him.

"Clay?"

"Yeah, baby?" His voice is rough, tired, like it weighs a thousand pounds.

"Go back to sleep, it's your day off. Go take another couple hours, I'll hold the fort." You murmur it against his jaw, not really wanting to be away from him but also knowing that he needs more sleep right now.

Marriage, parenthood it's never been 50-50 for the two of you. Some days it's 80-20, some days you're alone and it's 0-100, it varies and that's okay. It's okay because when you need time or help or less on your plate he takes it and vice versa. There's no arguing over fairness and exact measurements of effort.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. Go to sleep, honey." You pull back from him just enough for him to look at you, a soft, grateful smile sent your way as he stands from his chair, leaning over you.

"Love you." He presses a kiss to your lips, soft, gentle, a little bit of that familiar bite because he's never been able to keep his teeth away, ever.

"Love you too." You mumble back against his lips before he slips away from you, practically stumbling back towards your bedroom. At the same time you hear the patter of tiny feet, Penny turning the corner in her PJs, blankie dragging on the floor behind her and Gritty doll clutched in her arms. The god awful thing in a tutu already.

"Mama!"

"Hey, baby!" You crouch down for her and she runs at you, full of energy unlike her father. Her little arms thrown around your neck as she presses kisses to your face, a habit she'd picked up after watching Clay do it so much to you.

"You sleep good?"

She nods her head so aggressively that you worry she might get a concussion, curls bobbing, twisting all over the place. Well, at least one of them got a good night's sleep, even if it wasn't daddy.

[elleaitch22]

Terms of Endearment

Chapter 10: Tender as a Bruise

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

A/N: I was supposed to have this finished a few hours ago, but today has been a day. Please disregard any errors! I hope you love it!! Notes and live reactions are always appreciated! xx Elle

Warnings: PTSD, nightmares, mentions of panic attacks, brief mention of SA, murder, discussions of mental health

Word Count: 4.0k

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Paige didn’t sleep well. She couldn’t. The day had shaken her more than she realized.

Hearing and reading about the abuse Azzi had experienced reminded her too much of her marriage with Manny. He was more for fists and kicks than emotional and psychological abuse, but Paige felt that may have been easier. Bruises heal in a week, but words? The soak into the brain and never really fade.

Sure, men made Paige uncomfortable, and sometimes she braced herself when people moved towards her too quickly. But Azzi had been free of Grant for two years, and she still carried those words and wounds with her daily.

Azzi’s monster was still alive. And was resourceful enough to find her again.

Emmanuel Martinez would never harm Paige again. She made sure of it.

He liked fast cars, so she rented an F1 track and car for his birthday, she just made sure he wouldn’t be able to stop. He slammed into a crash barrier going 170 miles per hour. It was fast. Final. There was no way he survived it.

The tears Paige shed at the track, and later at his funeral, were tears of relief. Tears of joy for her freedom. No one knew that but Nika. A few weeks later, she bought Aurelia. Three months after, she brought Soleil home to their penthouse. Paige hadn’t been haunted by nightmares since then.

But now? Knowing Azzi couldn’t get that same relief? It made her furious.

She couldn’t keep walking around this angry, so she pulled her phone out and messaged her therapist, not caring it was only 6 a.m.

Paige: Sorry about the time. Can you fit me in today. I can’t control it.

It took a few minutes, but he replied.

Kyrie: Do you want to come in at 7?

She hesitated. Azzi might wake up confused, disoriented. Paige needed to be here.

Paige: I don’t think I can leave right now. Can you come over?

Kyrie: Will be there in 15.

Paige let out a breath. Just talking with Kyrie would help. Even if he couldn’t offer a solution, maybe he could help her think clearly. Breathe again.

She went back into her bedroom and did what she had been doing all night – sitting in one of the accent chairs, watching Azzi sleep.

Azzi looked like she belonged there. Curled on the left side of the bed, her curls spread across the lavender sheets like ink. She didn’t know that Paige always slept on the right, always closest to the door. But somehow, Azzi had left it open for her.

Paige started the night trying to sleep. But every time she drifted off, a nightmare played behind her eyelids. Manny, again and again.

Azzi started to whimper softly, her brow pinched. Then the restlessness began — a leg kicking out, her body twisting under the covers. Paige crossed the room and gently touched her face, smoothing her eyebrows with her thumb, brushing her knuckles against her cheek. To her surprise it worked. Azzi melted into the sheets.

So, Paige stayed close. All night, she sat by the bed, chasing away the nightmares Azzi couldn’t fight off herself. And when she wasn’t soothing her, she was planning. Trying to figure out what the hell she could do to help Azzi feel whole again.

The elevator dinged. Kyrie was here.

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Kyrie Irving was one of Paige’s favorite people. He was steady, dependable, and the best therapist Paige could have hoped for. He helped her untangle trauma she didn’t even know she was carrying. Paige wanted to be fine by the time she had Soleil, and Kyrie made sure she was.

Even now, mostly healed, Paige had a session with him twice a month.

“If it isn’t my favorite client.” He greeted with a crooked smile and a side hug.

Paige smiled, leaning into his embrace. “We can go to my office.”

Kyrie looked at her with a raised brow. “You got company or something?”

She hesitated. “That’s part of what I need to talk about.”

His smirk dropped quickly, following Paige into the office.

She closed the door and motioned to the two armchairs. They sat.

“I’m sure you saw the papers over the weekend?” She began. Kyrie nodded and gestured for her to continue. “It’s not a real relationship.”

Kyrie interjected. “I mean I figured. You hadn’t mentioned anybody in any of our sessions.”

Paige rolled her eyes. “She was Soleil’s teacher, and she worked at the club. I offered her… a different option.” Her gaze dropped. “Anyway, she lost her job when the photos of us came out. And her abusive ass ex found out where she was. She’d been hiding from him for two years.”

Kyrie’s voice was calm. “An abusive ex, how is that landing on you?”

Paige shrugged. “I had a couple nightmares. Didn’t go back to sleep. Got really angry. Destroyed one of the model apartments.”

“It’s good that you were able to release your anger without hurting anyone, Paige.”

“Yeah, I get that. But Azzi had a breakdown yesterday. Didn’t want her to see me like that and get scared.” She swallowed, shifting uncomfortably. “It feels like this was all my fault.”

Kyrie nodded. “Can you tell me why?”

“She wouldn’t have lost her job if I hadn’t taken her to the gala. If the photos didn’t come out. And her ex found her because of them. Everyone knows where I live. It wouldn’t be hard to figure out.”

“Did you force her into this relationship?” Kyrie’s head tilted to the side.

Paige rolled her eyes, knowing where this was going. “No, but if I didn’t offer, she’d still have her job and she’d be safe.”

“Do you think she didn’t think the photos of you would be publicized?”

She scoffed. “She’s not an idiot, but I don’t think she knew what all would happen because of it. She only accepted because she’s in so much debt.”

“Did she tell you that?”

“No, I had someone look into it.” Paige muttered ashamed. “Her fuck ass ex-boyfriend put credit cards, their apartment, his car, all of it was in her name. He stopped paying when she left, probably to get her to come back, and it wrecked her credit. She’s paying it all off now. It’s why she was working at the club.”

“Hmm.” Kyrie rubbed his beard. “So it’s the ex-boyfriend’s fault?”

Paige couldn’t answer that. Yes, Paige is partially the reason why Azzi got involved in this mess, but she wasn’t the reason Azzi was struggling enough to accept her offer. Grant was.

“I want to murder him. Make it take time so he can feel at least a little bit of the pain she’s in right now.”

Kyrie shrugged. “You can find out where he is. You have people for that. You could find him and do whatever you think is necessary. Why won’t you?”

“I don’t know what Azzi would do if I did. Her mind is so fractured right now. I don’t know if she’d feel like it was her fault.” She paused. “Her situation was different than mine.”

“How so?” Kyrie questioned.

Paige leaned towards her therapist. “Manny wasn’t manipulative like that; I mean he manipulated his way into marriage. But after he just wanted to drink, play his game, and abuse me.” Her brow furrowed. “I mean it was bad, but he never came back and told me he loved me or that it was my fault. When I got rid of him, he didn’t linger in my mind.”

“But Azzi’s abuse was different?”

“Yeah. He drugged her and assaulted her. That’s how their relationship started. He isolated her, so she could feel like he was the only person who loved her. The only person who could love her.” Paige sighed. “She’s just – she’s so good. She’s kind. She sees everyone as a person deserving of love. She’s just perfect. But he said so much shit to her that she blames herself. She thinks she deserved it. She can’t even trust herself to make simple decisions.” She swallowed hard. “I don’t just want to kill him. I want to make him suffer, at least half as much as she’s suffering now.”

The office was quiet for a little bit. “So, what were you wanting from today’s session?” He asked.

“I don’t know what to do to help her.”

Kyrie stood, “Are there feelings involved?”

Paige stiffened, then nodded. “I want her, but I would rather have her be happy and healthy. I need you to help me with that.”

“I think you have to ask her. It seems like she needs structure and for people to show her she doesn’t need to earn love.”

Paige nodded.

“It’s 7:45. I gotta get to the office so I can prep for my first client.”

The two walked out together, “Imma text you and make an appointment for Thursday or Friday.” Paige said.

A figure on the couch made her stop short.

Azzi sat rigidly, curls messy, eyes wide. She glanced from Paige to Kyrie and back again.

“Oh, hey Az.” Paige offered a smile. “Didn’t know you were up already.”

Azzi nodded slowly. Her shoulders were tight. Her lips pressed in a line. Eyes flickered between Paige and Kyrie.

“This is my therapist, Kyrie. He’s the best.” Paige turned to the man. “Kyrie, this is Azzi.”

Kyrie gave her a gentle smile. “Nice to meet you, Azzi. I’ll see myself out, P.”

He didn’t linger. Paige watched him go, then turned back to Azzi.

And for the first time all morning, she wasn’t sure what to say.

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Azzi didn’t know what to do. Paige smiled, but she’d just met with her therapist, so there was obviously something wrong. Azzi didn’t know if she was angry at her and not wanting her to know or what. Azzi knew what to do when people were angry at her, but she couldn’t get a good enough read on Paige to know.

Paige looked calm — too calm. Azzi had seen that kind of calm before. The kind that came after a decision. The kind Grant wore, right before everything fell apart.

She stared at her hands, nervously cracking her knuckles. “Are you angry with me?”

“Why would I be angry, Azzi?” The brunette scoffed quietly. “I’m not mad at you at all. Are you mad at me?”

“No!” Azzi’s head shot up, only to see a smirk.

“There you are,” smirk turned to a warm smile. “What do you want for breakfast today?”

Azzi was even more confused than before. Was Paige asking her these questions, waiting for her to answer one incorrectly?

Her hands were trembling. Her heart wouldn’t slow. She felt a mix of agitation and anxiety; she was aware of her inability to make a decision, but there were too many options that Paige could have thought were wrong.

“What are you feeling?” She questioned, looking at Paige. That usually worked with Grant, even when he was already annoyed with her.

“I’ll eat anything, as long as it doesn’t have vegetables.” Paige’s head tilted. “Why won’t you answer me?”

Azzi’s ears started ringing. Her vision tunneled. Her head felt light. Eyes blurred with tears. “I– I– I’m sorry. I just – I’m okay with whatever you want. I’m sorry.” She felt her hands shaking and her body tense.

She’d fucked up again. Paige wasn’t going to want her in her life, in her family anymore.

She was going to get rid of her.

She wouldn’t even have a home once Paige kicked her out; she broke her lease when she moved in here.

Grant was right. She fucked up everything.

She was so stupid. Such a fuck up.

“–zi! Azzi! Fuck. Azzi!” She blinked quickly, feeling warm hands on her face.

When had she started breathing so fast?

Blue eyes and pale skin were the only things she could see.

Azzi blinked hard.

“Azzi. You’re having a panic attack. You need to slow down your breathing. Can you do that for me?”

The woman took Azzi’s hand and pressed it to her chest. “Match your breathing to mine, Az.”

Warmth filled Azzi’s chest.

“In,” chest expanded. “Out.” Cool air against her face.

Slowly but surely, Azzi was able to breathe on her own. When she recognized where she was, she broke.

This is so embarrassing. Fuck. What kind of person has panic attacks in front of their boss? Of course Paige wouldn’t want her now.

Heart wrenching sobs came out as fast as her tears. She was pulled forward, head burrowing in Paige’s chest. Paige just let her get it out. Didn’t rush her. Didn’t sigh impatiently. Didn’t do anything. Just held her and let her cry.

After a while, Azzi calmed down.

“Do you want some water? Or tea?” The blonde offered kindly.

“Can you tell me what happened? What set you off?” Paige asked quietly.

Azzi pulled away a little, wrapping her arms around herself. “I thought you were mad at me.”

“Why?” Paige tilted her chin up until Azzi’s eyes were on her.

“I couldn’t make up my mind. Couldn’t answer.” Her voice was small. “I thought… I thought you wanted the right answer. I don’t even know what you like yet.”

Paige nodded. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t asking for a certain answer.” She paused. “Does that make you anxious?”

“I don’t like to be wrong. I don’t like getting yelled at.” Azzi’s eyes dropped again.

“Thank you for telling me that, Azzi. I won’t promise anything, but I’ll do my best to remember that. Was there anything else that you were worried about?”

Paige’s hand dropped to Azzi’s knee, stopping the bouncing she wasn’t even aware of. Azzi’s eyes locked on hers. Paige’s thumb brushed gently over her knee, anchoring her.

“Making choices makes me nervous sometimes. Grant didn’t let me, and when I did, he always said something mean.” She hesitated. “I’m sorry for kicking you out of your bed. I didn’t mean to sleep over.” She finished, cheeks pink.

Paige’s smile bloomed — real and full. It knocked the breath from Azzi’s chest. It was perfect. “That’s okay! I wanted you to rest. And if it’ll help, I can give you suggestions? You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, but if you think it’ll help, I don’t mind.”

Azzi felt her brows crease as she thought about Paige’s proposition. There was an appeal to not having to think through every choice she made, but she wasn’t sure she could completely trust Paige to lead her. Sure, she’d been great so far, but she could change.

She eyed Paige warily before the blonde added, “We could try it out today, and tonight, you can let me know how it felt. If you like it, we can keep doing it, but if you don’t, we can think of something else.”

Azzi felt herself nodding. Her brain hadn’t even finished processing the information.

Her body felt safe before her mind allowed it. Maybe, just maybe, she could believe it was real.

~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~

Azzi nervously followed Paige into the kitchen. “So, what now? Are you just gonna control me, but be nicer than Grant?”

Paige had to take a deep grounding breath to keep her temper. “I know that’s what it felt like with him, but that’s not what I want. I don’t want to control you. I want to care for you. But I need your help to figure out what that looks like.”

Her eyes tracked the slim body moving around the kitchen. “I’m sorry. I just don’t understand.” She swallowed, “I– it’s just that this really scares me. And I feel bad because you haven’t done anything to me, but I’m terrified I’m making the wrong choices.”

“That’s why we’re trying this out today, Azzi.” She smiled. “I don’t know if it’ll work, but I’ll keep trying things until we find something that helps you.”

Warmth bloomed in Azzi’s chest. Paige was still being kind — still not shaming her, still patient. Maybe she really could trust her.

“I hated hearing how you talked about yourself yesterday.” Paige’s voice was quiet, hands steady as she chopped strawberries. “You didn’t deserve that. You’re worth so much more than the things he made you believe, and I’ll remind you until it starts to feel true.”

Paige moved to the fridge, “I am gonna make smoothies, eggs, and bacon. Do you like all of those?”

“Yes,” Azzi said, with a nod.

“Good. Thank you for telling me.” She moved around the kitchen, collecting bananas, yogurt, and chia seeds. “Do you want spinach in your smoothie?”

Azzi nodded, eye catching the clock on the Echo Show. “It’s getting pretty late. Can I go get Soleil up?”

“Yes, thank you.” While Azzi was sliding off the bar stool, Paige continued. “After breakfast, I want to speak with you. I want you to think about things you do well and things you struggle with.”

Azzi’s pulse picked up, head bobbing.

“There aren’t any right or wrong answers, as long as you try your best, it’ll be perfect.” Paige finished with a bright smile.

Azzi nodded, trying to carry Paige’s steadiness with her as she walked toward the room with the yellow door. The curly headed girl was sprawled across her bed, mouth wide open. She walked up to the bed, kneeling near Soleil’s head.

“Good morning, Sunny Girl.” Azzi whispered, rubbing circles onto Soleil’s back. “It’s time to wake up, baby.”

A pout formed on Soleil’s lips and a grunt fell from her mouth.

“Mommy’s making breakfast.” Azzi continued, brushing wild hair for her little face.

Blue eyes peeked open and widened quickly. “Azzi, you’we hewe again!” Soleil exclaimed, throwing her arms around the woman’s neck.

“Yes, I’m still here, Sunny Girl.” She said, wrapping her arms around the girl and lifting her to her hip.

“You staying all day?” Soleil’s big blue eyes inquisitive.

She nodded back at the girl. “Mhmm. Let’s go have breakfast.” She finished with a light tap to Soleil’s button nose.

The duo moved back into the kitchen, giggling about nothing as Paige poured smoothies into three glasses.

“Good morning, Pretty Girl,” Soleil wiggled from Azzi’s arms, running to her mom.

“Hi, Mommy. Can I pray for breakfast?” Soleil asked, adorable smile on her face.

Soleil prayed, allowing all three ladies to eat breakfast. The girl bounced questions off both women. How do wainbows wowk? Can we have chicken for lunch? When do I go back to school? But I want Azzi to be my teachew. Can she teach me? So, I only have to go to school in the mownings? Can I go make a bwacelet for Azzi?

After Paige gave an affirmative answer to the last question, Soleil shot off to her art corner in a blur of pink and white.

“She’s the best,” Azzi smiled, watching her run away.

There was a comfortable silence, well, until Paige ruined it. “Sorry to burst your bubble, Azzi. But have you thought about what I asked you earlier?”

“I know what I’m bad at. It’s always in the back of my mind, but it’s gotten louder since I saw him.” Azzi looked at her hands, shame flooding her body.

Paige’s hand came to the back of Azzi’s neck, quieting her thoughts a bit. “That’s okay; that’s what we’re working on. Does it bother you when I do this?” Paige questioned, squeezing a little.

“No,” Azzi said, shaking her head. “It makes my head go quiet. It helped when you did it in the meeting, and it helps now.”

“Okay. So, you like physical touch?” A nod. “Good. So that’s one thing you like. What’s something you like about yourself?”

“I’m kinda – I think I’m good at seeing people? What they feel. What they like. The little things. Like Soleil likes to eat in someone’s lap; it makes her feel bigger. I think I’m good at seeing stuff like that.”

Paige smiled again. “You are really good at that, Azzi. You see everyone, and you care enough to notice and remember things about all people.”

Azzi followed the blonde’s figure as she walked to one of the cabinets, grabbing two mugs and the electric kettle. “Your hands are shaking, which I understand. This is a hard conversation, but you’re doing a good job. Do you think tea will help? It may give you more time to think if you want.”

“Yes, thank you. Do you have chamomile or lavender?” Azzi asked, relaxing a little.

Paige made the tea quietly, letting thoughts race through Azzi’s mind.

She set down two mugs of tea on the island gently.

Paige didn’t push. “Take your time. There’s no rush.”

Azzi stared at her tea, swirling the spoon inside like it could stir up an answer. “I don’t think I’m good at a lot of things,” she started, voice thin. “I mean, I try to be. But I mess things up. Or I get overwhelmed. Or I freeze.”

Paige said nothing, only waited.

“I used to think I was good at teaching. Or at least good with kids.” Her brow furrowed. “But now, I don’t know if I was good or just lucky.”

Paige interjected, voice calm. “They fired you because you are gay. Don’t let them erase all the good you’ve done. You’re amazing with Soleil. That’s not luck.”

Azzi’s shoulders lifted and fell. She looked so unsure, so close to retreating.

“I think I’m good at comforting people. Or at least I want to be.” She muttered.

Paige smiled, not wide, but full of pride. “You are. You’re so good at that, Azzi. You’re gentle, and you listen. I know all your students feel safe with you. Especially Soleil.”

Azzi flushed, blinking hard.

Paige reached out again, this time placing her hand over Azzi’s fidgeting ones. She stilled them with a soft squeeze.

“Now tell me what you struggle with.” A quiet, but firm expectation.

Azzi froze, then slowly unraveled.

“I struggle with making decisions. I second guess everything, and Grant didn’t really let me make choices. And now I always think I’ll mess it up or disappoint someone.”

“Okay, we can work on that. Go on.” Paige encouraged, thumb brushing soothing circles on the back of her hand.

“I get scared of being wrong. And being alone. And of people getting mad at me. Even if they’re not. I try to fix it before it happens. I – I want people to be happy with me. I think they will stay if I can make them happy.” Her breath hitched. “Sometimes I feel like I don’t even know what I want. I don’t know what’s really me and what’s just me trying to be good enough.”

Paige’s hand moved to Azzi’s cheek, grounding her.

“You don’t have to know everything yet,” she said quietly. “But if you want, I can help you learn what feels right for you. And if you get overwhelmed, I’ll be right here. I’ll give you choices, not tests.”

Azzi’s eyes were glassy, lip quivering. “But what if I get it wrong?”

Paige leaned forward, voice low and steady. “Then I’ll help you try again. That’s all this is, Az. Trying.” She tucked a curl behind Azzi’s ear. “And if you want structure, I can give it to you. Gently. Just enough to make the day easier. You’ll always have the final say.”

Azzi nodded, tears slipping freely now. Paige let her feel it, all of it.

“Can you tell me one more thing you like about yourself?” Paige asked.

Azzi thought for a long time. “I’m loyal,” she finally said. “Even when people don’t deserve it. And I keep secrets. I don’t talk about people behind their backs. I – I really try to be kind.”

Paige nodded. “You are kind. You’re thoughtful, and brave even when you don’t feel it. You don’t give up, even when it’s hard.” She paused, gently tilting her chin up. Once blue met brown, she added, “I’m proud of you for telling me all of this. You did such a good job, Azzi. You don’t have to do it alone anymore.”

Azzi nods shakily, voice small. “I’m scared. But I want to learn. If you’ll help me.”

[help-itrappedmyself]

Danny Punches a Clown Part 6

Masterpost

Danny, after many promises and assurances, lets Red Robin take him to the batcave. They travel by car, and as fancy as it was, Danny was almost scared to touch anything inside it. Red was a much better driver than his father though, so he just closed his eyes and focused on trying to keep his healing up.

The Batcave turned out to be an actual cave, underground, with actual bats in it. He was whisked to a medical area too quickly to see much of anything else besides some other vehicles and a giant computer set up. 

Someone was waiting in the medical space with a tray of tools and bandages ready next to the bed, Red introduced him as Agent A. They were quick to lie him down on a cot and set him up to a heart monitor and that had Red and the A frowning immediately.

“It’s a medical condition.” Danny blurted, and both pairs of eyes shot to him. “My heartrate is naturally very slow, temperature runs cold, pale skin, slow circulation so I can't have a lot of different medications." Not that any medications would really work, but better safe than sorry. Them not working would be suspicious, and Danny does not have the energy or focus for trying to keep straight any real explanations right now.  "It’s fine, I promise.”

Agent A nodded slowly. “Is there anything else we should know before we start treatment?”

“Just can't give me any medicines, I think that's the only relevant bit.”

“Alright, I will keep that in mind. Please lift your shirt so I can see the wound.”

Danny does, and they manage their expressions quite well on seeing it. Agent A goes immediately for creams and bandages.

“What burned you like that?” Red asked.

“Gun.” Danny was starting to slur. He did not want to sleep right now, with these people here.

“A gun? What kind of gun causes burns?”

“New blaster, parents made it special.”

“Your parents make guns?”

Danny shrugs, turning his head to look at Red instead of the far off ceiling of the cave. “My parents make lots of things. They're scientists, inventors." Danny waves his arm around vaguely. "The gun was new though, hadn’t been shot with that one before. The earlier versions were much less powerful.”

“Are you saying that your parents are the ones that shot you?” Red asked gently, taking a seat in the chair next to the bed. “It wasn’t just their gun that was used?”

Danny frowns. “Well yeah.”

Tim is very concerned at the tone he just used, like getting shot at by your parents was normal. “Do they shoot at you a lot?”

“Fair amount I suppose.” Red could see Danny thinking really hard about something. Dany’s head was really starting to hurt. His brain was fuzzy and he knew he should be concerned about something, but couldn’t figure out what. His parents shooting at him was nothing new, considering. “Like, they did it more than Vlad but I don’t see him as often, and they’ve done it longer than the GIW, but since the GIW has started they’ve been about equal I guess. I mean, sometimes all the defense systems in the house target me but that wasn’t technically intentional. Took forever for us to figure out how to get them to stop that.”

“Danny, when was the last time you slept?” Red asked gently.

Danny wasn’t sure if his blip earlier this morning counted. He didn’t think it lasted more than an hour, but the last time he slept before that was before his fight in Amity, escaping through the ghost zone and running around in this dimension.

“It’s been awhile.” Danny landed on. True enough for medical history he supposed.

“Right.” A finished the last of the bandages and tugged Danny’s shirt back down. “Well, why don’t you do that now, while we go and find you something to eat.”

“I’m too tired to fight food right now.”

Tim shared a look with Alfred before turning back to Danny. “Okay then. Maybe sleep first and then eat?”

“I will go start making something now that you’re all set up here Mister Danny.” Agent A states, walking past the medical curtains and shutting them behind him. Red pulled out a tablet and started tapping on it. He noticed Danny’s eyes on him after a moment.

“You going to sleep?”

“Strange place, strange people. Not sure that’s the best decision here.”

Red looked up from his tablet.

“You trusted me enough to come here. Trust me enough to sleep. I will make sure no one but me or A comes in before you’re ready.”

[jhyoos]

Rebel Girl

rockstar!sevika x influencer!reader

Chapter 6: Ex’s and Ohs

summary : you get invited to a big party downtown Vegas by a well-known celebrity. you decide to bring along the others.

mentions: modern au, fame au, drama, swearing, protective sevika, ex finn, overall finn just being a weirdo

notes: surprise! extra chapter. 🤭

chapters: one, two, three, four, five, six

The next morning, you woke up groggy but determined to stick to your usual routine—it was the only thing grounding you in the midst of all this chaos. You started with your hour-long shower, letting the water cascade over you as you tried to clear your head. Afterward, you brushed your teeth, meticulously went through your 30-minute skincare routine, and finished with a combination of lotion and baby oil that left your skin glowing. By the time you slipped into your classic baby tee and pajama pants combo, you felt like a semblance of yourself again.

Just as you were finishing up, a knock at the door interrupted your moment of peace. You padded over and opened it to find Vi and Jinx standing there, both with wide grins on their faces.

“Good morning,” you greeted them, leaning against the doorframe.

“Hey,” Vi replied, her tone casual but warm. “We were wondering if you wanted to join us for breakfast in the lobby. Haven’t heard from you all night, so we missed you.”

Jinx nodded enthusiastically, her wild blue hair bouncing with the movement. “Yeah, it’s not the same without you. You’ve got the best ideas, and we could really use your input.”

You gave them a small smile, appreciating the effort. “Oh yeah, sure. Just let me grab my stuff.”

Turning back into the room, you grabbed your phone and the bag with your hotel key, then followed them downstairs.

-

The lobby was bustling with activity, the smell of coffee and freshly cooked food wafting through the air. You were immediately struck by how awkward it felt as you approached the table and realized you’d have to sit next to Sevika. The tension between the two of you was palpable, but you pushed through it, plastering a neutral expression on your face as you took your seat.

Jinx, thankfully, was a great buffer, sitting on your other side and diving straight into conversation. “So, I was thinking we could do a retro-style drop for the merch—like 90s grunge but with neon accents,” she said, sliding her sketchbook toward you.

You leaned over to take a look, nodding thoughtfully as you offered suggestions. “What if you use a distressed font for the band name? And maybe incorporate some holographic details for the logos?”

Jinx’s eyes lit up. “Oh, that’s genius!”

Meanwhile, Vi and Caitlyn sat across the table, deep in their own conversation but occasionally looping Sevika in. You could feel Sevika’s presence beside you, her warmth, her voice, the occasional brush of her arm against yours. It was distracting, and you hated how much you noticed it.

The awkwardness shattered when your phone buzzed on the table. You glanced down and gasped, immediately catching everyone’s attention.

“Who is it?” Vi asked, curious.

You didn’t answer, too busy staring at the name on your screen. It was a call from Jayce Talis, the wildly popular YouTuber you had collaborated with a few months back. He was connected to every celebrity, constantly attending the biggest parties, events, and concerts, and making millions while doing it.

“Hello?” you answered, hoping and praying it was actually him.

“Hey, there’s my favorite girl,” Jayce’s smooth voice came through the phone. “I heard you’re in Vegas. You wanna come by one of my parties tonight? I’ll send you the address.”

You bit your lip, your mind racing as you looked at the others seated around the table. “Is it okay if four other people come?” you asked, feeling a flicker of hope.

“Sure, the more the merrier. I’ll send the location now,” Jayce said, his tone easygoing.

“Thank you so much,” you replied, genuinely grateful.

“Of course, babygirl. I’ll see you later,” he said before hanging up.

You placed your phone on the table, noticing everyone staring at you expectantly.

“Who was that?” Caitlyn asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Jayce Talis,” you said with a grin. “We’re invited to one of his parties tonight.”

“Deadass?” Vi’s eyes widened as she leaned forward. “Oh, fuck yeah. I heard his parties are crazy. So crazy you don’t even remember the next morning… no diddy.”

The table broke into laughter, the tension momentarily forgotten as everyone began buzzing with excitement over the plans for the night.

That evening, the hotel suite was a whirlwind of chaos as everyone prepared for the party. Clothes were scattered across the beds, makeup spilled across the countertops, and the music blasted loud enough to vibrate through the walls.

You stood in front of the mirror, adjusting your outfit—a short, sleek black dress with a daring slit up the side, paired with strappy heels that gave you an air of elegance. Your makeup was bold, smoky eyes with a hint of glitter and a deep red lip that made you feel confident. You finished the look with silver jewelry, your hair styled in loose waves that framed your face perfectly.

Caitlyn, ever the meticulous one, walked over and handed you a glass of wine. “You look stunning. Jayce is going to regret not staying on that call longer,” she teased, giving you a playful nudge.

You laughed, taking a sip. “Thanks, Cait. But this isn’t about Jayce. It’s about having fun.”

She smirked. “Well, if Sevika sees you like this, she might eat her words about not being serious.”

Your stomach churned at the mention of Sevika, but you quickly pushed the thought aside. Tonight was supposed to be about letting loose, not dwelling on unrequited feelings.

Meanwhile, Vi and Jinx were already well into the pregame phase, laughing hysterically as they downed shots of tequila. Vi was in a leather jacket and ripped jeans, her go-to look, while Jinx had gone all out in a neon mini dress that screamed chaos. Sevika, on the other hand, had kept it simple yet devastatingly attractive—a black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, paired with dark jeans and boots.

-

By the time you all arrived at the party, the energy was electric. Jayce’s mansion was everything you’d expected—luxurious, sprawling, and filled with people who looked like they belonged on magazine covers. The music thumped through the walls, a mix of EDM and Top 40 hits, as the group made their way inside.

The night quickly spiraled into drinking games, loud conversations, and dancing. Vi and Jinx had disappeared to the dance floor, while Caitlyn stayed by your side, sipping a cocktail and making small talk with other guests. You were about to join the others when you spotted Sevika across the room.

She was leaning against the bar, her posture relaxed, a drink in hand as she talked to two women who were clearly vying for her attention. One of them rested a hand on her arm, leaning in closer, and you felt your stomach twist.

Your heart sank as Sevika gave a low chuckle, her lips curling into that smirk you hated to love. She wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that she was flirting.

Caitlyn noticed the shift in your expression and followed your gaze. “Oh no,” she muttered, quickly grabbing your arm. “Don’t do this to yourself.”

You tried to pull away. “I just need to—”

“No, you don’t,” Caitlyn interrupted firmly, steering you toward another part of the room. “Come on, let’s get another drink and find something else to focus on.”

Reluctantly, you let her guide you away, but the image of Sevika laughing with those women was burned into your mind. You hated the way it made you feel—jealous, insecure, and foolish. You took a deep breath, silently vowing not to let it ruin your night.

Caitlyn handed you a fresh cocktail and gave you a reassuring smile. “Remember, you’re here to have fun. Don’t let her get in your head.”

You nodded, forcing a smile as you raised your glass. “You’re right. Cheers to that.”

But even as you tried to lose yourself in the party, the nagging ache in your chest remained, a constant reminder that Sevika would never be yours in the way you wanted her to be.

The party was in full swing, and the energy was electric. You and Caitlyn had thrown caution to the wind, taking more shots than either of you probably should have. The alcohol coursed through your veins, making everything brighter, louder, and a little more carefree.

Caitlyn, who rarely let loose like this, was surprisingly keeping up with you. The two of you sang along to every song blasting through the speakers, laughing as you tried to out-dance one another. At one point, Caitlyn leaned in close, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol.

"I think... I think I'm gonna confess to Vi," she blurted out, a mixture of determination and nerves in her eyes.

You paused, blinking at her before breaking into a wide grin. “Do it! You absolutely should! She’d be crazy not to say yes.”

Caitlyn laughed, shaking her head. “This might just be the liquor talking, but I think tonight’s the night.”

You gave her an encouraging push toward where Vi was standing, chatting with some other guests. “Go get her, tiger!”

Caitlyn took a deep breath, muttered something under her breath, and walked off, leaving you alone in the middle of the dance floor. But you didn’t mind. The music was too good, the vibe too perfect.

You found yourself dancing with a group of girls who had gathered nearby, all hyping each other up. You laughed, twirling in your dress, feeling freer than you had in weeks. The bass of the music vibrated through your body, and for a moment, you forgot all about Sevika, Jayce, and everything else weighing on your mind.

Then a finger tapped your shoulder, breaking the spell.

You turned, expecting to see Caitlyn or maybe even one of the girls you'd been dancing with. Instead, your breath hitched as your eyes landed on a familiar face.

“Finn?” you said, your voice laced with disbelief.

He gave you that same charming smirk that had once made your heart flutter. “Hey, gorgeous. What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here in Vegas?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“I got invited,” he said casually, his voice smooth.

You knew why. Finn wasn’t just any guy; he was a famous actor. His rugged looks and effortless charisma made him a perfect fit for the action and sci-fi movies he starred in. He was always the center of attention, always in the spotlight.

And once, you had been right there with him.

The two of you had been a celebrity power couple. Fans adored how well you matched—your aesthetics, your energy. Everything about your relationship had seemed perfect. And for a while, it had been.

The sex, the lavish dates, the way he spoiled you… it was like living in a dream.

Until the dream turned into a nightmare.

Your chest tightened as the memories came flooding back. Coming to his house to pick up the dog you had adopted together, only to find him in bed with one of his co-stars. The shock, the betrayal, the fury that had led you to throw hands with both of them.

And then, the final blow—him kicking you out of his house in the middle of a storm, leaving you stranded in the pouring rain.

As if that wasn’t enough, you later learned she hadn’t been the only one. Finn had cheated on you with multiple women, and to top it off, he had even stolen money from you on more than one occasion.

Now, standing face to face with him again, you felt a rush of conflicting emotions—anger, hurt, and a flicker of something you didn’t want to admit might still be there.

“What do you want, Finn?” you asked, keeping your tone cold.

He tilted his head, feigning innocence. “Can’t I just say hi? It’s been a while.”

“Not long enough,” you muttered, turning away, but he caught your arm gently, pulling you back.

“Come on, don’t be like that,” he said, his voice soft. “I’ve missed you.”

You stared at him, your jaw tightening. “Missed me? Is that what you told all the other girls too?”

Finn’s smirk faltered for a moment, replaced by something almost resembling regret. “Look, I know I messed up. But maybe we can talk? Somewhere private?”

Before you could respond, you felt a firm hand on your back. Turning, you saw Caitlyn, her expression a mix of concern and warning.

“Everything okay here?” she asked, her eyes narrowing at Finn.

You shook your head, stepping back from him. “Yeah, we’re done here.”

Finn raised his hands in mock surrender, giving Caitlyn a once-over before meeting your eyes again. “Alright, I’ll let you go. But think about it, okay?”

As he walked away, Caitlyn gave you a look. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, though your hands were trembling. “Yeah. Let’s just… get another drink.”

Caitlyn hesitated but eventually nodded, steering you toward the bar. You couldn’t shake the feeling of Finn’s gaze lingering on you, but you pushed it to the back of your mind.

Tonight was supposed to be about fun. You weren’t going to let him ruin that for you. Not again.

The chaotic haze of drinking and partying had left you feeling a little too hot under the collar—agitated, restless, and desperately in need of a moment to yourself. You stumbled your way through the crowd, searching for Jayce. The booming bass of the music thumped in your chest as you finally spotted him perched on top of an expensive-looking table, holding court with a group of people.

“Jayce!” you called, your voice cutting through the noise.

He turned at the sound of your voice, and his face broke into a wide grin. Without hesitation, he hopped down from the table, his movement surprisingly smooth for someone as drunk as he seemed.

“Jesus,” he said, running his eyes over you in a way that made you simultaneously flattered and exhausted. “You look even better than the last time I saw you.”

He pulled you into a warm hug, and you hugged him back, patting his shoulder lightly. Jayce had always been like this—overly confident and unfiltered—but you knew his heart was in the right place.

“Thanks, Jayce,” you said, stepping back. “But, um… where’s the bathroom?”

He waved a hand toward the far corner of the room. “Oh, don’t bother with the public one. Just use mine. It’s upstairs, connected to my suite. See the elevator over there? It’ll take you directly up. My guard will let you in.”

You nodded, grateful for the shortcut. “Thanks, Jayce.”

“No problem,” he said with a wink, before climbing back onto the table.

You made your way to the elevator, a burly security guard already waiting by the doors. Without a word, he pressed the button for you and gave you a curt nod as the doors slid shut.

The ride up was quick, and you were relieved to find Jayce’s suite quiet compared to the chaos downstairs. You stumbled into the bathroom, kicking off your heels as you rushed to relieve yourself. In your slightly drunk state, you didn’t even think to lock the door.

After finishing, you washed your hands, staring at your reflection in the mirror. Your mascara was slightly smudged, and your hair was a little messier than you’d like, but otherwise, you looked… fine. Passable.

The sound of the door opening behind you made your stomach drop. You glanced up into the mirror, your heart sinking as you saw Finn standing there.

“Please, baby, let’s talk,” he said, his voice low and pleading.

You turned to face him, keeping your tone firm. “I’m good, Finn. There’s nothing to talk about.”

As you tried to brush past him, he grabbed you by the waist, his strength keeping you in place as he pressed you back against the wall.

“God, you look so sexy,” he murmured, his eyes dark and focused entirely on you. “Just let me get a kiss. I’ve missed your lips so much.”

Before you could protest, his hand was on your face, tilting it up toward him. You struggled against him, trying to push him away, but he was faster. His lips crashed onto yours, stealing the kiss before you could stop him.

Your mind raced, equal parts shock and anger bubbling to the surface as you fought against his grip. You planted your hands on his chest, shoving him back with as much strength as you could muster.

“Get off me!” you yelled, your voice sharp and trembling.

Finn stumbled back slightly, his expression flickering between surprise and frustration.

“Don’t act like you don’t still want me,” he said, his voice dropping into something darker.

“I don’t,” you spat, your chest heaving. “Stay the hell away from me, Finn. I mean it.”

Before he could say another word, you darted out of the bathroom, grabbing your heels as you made your way back to the elevator. Your hands shook as you pressed the button, praying the doors would close fast enough to keep Finn from following.

When you finally made it back to the party downstairs, your heart was still pounding. The noise of the crowd was both overwhelming and oddly comforting—it meant you weren’t alone. You immediately searched for Caitlyn or anyone you trusted, needing an anchor after what had just happened.

Finn’s presence had ruined the night for you. All you wanted now was to find a quiet corner, breathe, and maybe—just maybe—figure out how to piece yourself back together.

As you made your way back onto the party floor, the noise and flashing lights felt like a cruel reminder of your shaken state. Your heels clicked against the floor as your eyes scanned the crowd, desperately searching for a familiar face. You weren’t thinking much—just running on the hope that someone you trusted could pull you out of the spiral you were sinking into.

Your gaze finally landed on Sevika. She was leaning against the bar, her focus on a small group of girls, flashing them the kind of smirk that had once made your knees weak. Her hand brushed against one of their arms as she leaned in to say something that made them giggle.

For a moment, you hesitated. But then Sevika looked up, her sharp eyes locking onto yours. The instant she noticed the tears streaming down your face, her expression changed. The playful confidence melted away, replaced with concern and something else—something almost protective.

She straightened up immediately, excusing herself from the girls without another word. Her strides were long and purposeful as she closed the distance between you, her brows furrowed.

“Come on,” she said softly, slipping her hand onto your back to guide you. She led you out of the suffocating crowd and into the night air. The quiet of the outdoors was a stark contrast to the chaos inside, and you took in a shaky breath, grateful for the reprieve.

“Hey,” Sevika said, her voice low but insistent. She turned to face you, her hands gently gripping your shoulders. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“I-I…” You tried to form the words, but they caught in your throat, choked by the sobs you couldn’t hold back.

Sevika crouched slightly, trying to meet your downcast gaze. “Take your time. Just tell me.”

You swallowed hard, finally managing to get the words out. “My ex… he…”

Her jaw clenched immediately. “What did he do? Did he hurt you? Did he touch you? Where did it happen?”

The barrage of questions came quickly, her tone growing harsher with every word. You squeezed your eyes shut, the memories flashing in your mind. “He kissed me,” you finally admitted, your voice trembling. “He made me kiss him.”

Her face darkened instantly, her entire demeanor shifting into something cold and deadly. “What does he look like? What’s his name?”

“Finn,” you said, your voice cracking. “He’s tall, has tattoos everywhere… He’s wearing bright yellow…”

You stopped yourself mid-ramble, suddenly realizing how Sevika’s fists had clenched at her sides, her whole body taut with anger. “Why?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m gonna kill him,” she muttered, her voice low and venomous. It wasn’t meant for you, but she said it loud enough for you to hear.

Her words sent a shiver down your spine. “Sevika, no,” you said, reaching out to grab her arm.

Her gaze snapped to yours, her eyes burning with a fury you’d never seen before. “He forced himself on you,” she said, her voice trembling with barely contained rage. “You think I’m just gonna let that slide?”

“You can’t,” you insisted, your voice rising. “It’s not worth it.”

“It’s worth it to me,” she shot back, her tone firm and unrelenting.

You shook your head, tears spilling again as you tried to pull her attention back to you. “Please, Sevika. Don’t do this. I just… I just need someone right now. Not revenge.”

Her shoulders dropped slightly, and for the first time, she seemed to really see you—the vulnerability, the pain. She let out a slow, shaky breath, her jaw still tight. “Okay,” she finally said, her voice softer now. “Okay. I won’t do anything. Not tonight.”

Relief flooded through you, and you took a small step closer, resting your head against her chest. She hesitated for a moment before wrapping her arms around you, holding you tightly.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured, her voice low. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

You didn’t respond, just letting her presence ground you. For now, that was enough.

As Sevika comforted you, the quiet moment shattered when Finn stormed outside, his face twisted in anger. His voice slurred slightly, but his venom was crystal clear.

“You’re such a fucking whore, you know that?” he spat, his voice loud enough to draw attention.

Your head snapped toward him in shock, but before you could react, Sevika stepped in front of you. She squared her shoulders, shielding you entirely. Her voice was low and steady, but there was an edge to it that could cut steel.

“What did you just call her?” she asked, her mechanical arm twitching subtly as she balled her fists.

“A whore!” Finn shouted, stepping closer with an unhinged glare. “Up in the bathroom, playing hard to get, and now you’re cuddled up with some dyke?!”

“Chill,” Sevika warned, her voice dropping further, calm but laced with a deadly undertone.

“Chill?” Finn scoffed, his eyes wide with deranged fury. “Bitch, I’ll knock the teeth out of your mouth. I’ll make the rest of your life a living hell.” He took another step closer, now chest-to-chest with Sevika.

Sevika didn’t flinch. Instead, she tilted her head, giving him a slow once-over before smirking coldly. “Jesus… You dated this man? He’s pathetic.”

Before you could react to the insult, Finn’s fist flew. The sound of his knuckles connecting with Sevika’s cheek was loud enough to silence the faint chatter nearby. She stumbled back a step, more out of shock than pain, her face blank as she brought her hand to her cheek.

Then her expression changed. Fury washed over her features, her jaw tightening as she rolled her shoulders. Without another word, she swung her mechanical fist, and the sound of the impact echoed like a thunderclap. Finn crumpled instantly, hitting the ground like a sack of bricks.

You froze, your breath catching in your throat. Your hand gripped the wall to steady yourself as you stared at the scene, trying to process if this was reality or some drunken fever dream.

Sevika turned to look at you, her breathing even but her eyes searching your face for any sign of distress. You couldn’t move, too stunned to even speak.

The muffled noise of the party behind you suddenly grew louder as someone yelled, “There’s a fight outside!” The doors burst open, and a flood of people poured out to see what had happened. Gasps and murmurs rippled through the crowd as everyone’s eyes landed on Finn’s unconscious body sprawled at Sevika’s feet.

Jayce pushed his way through the crowd, his sunglasses perched on his nose but failing to hide his wide-eyed reaction. “Oh shit,” he muttered, looking down at Finn before glancing back at Sevika. “Is he dead? I can’t afford another death…”

Sevika didn’t answer, her gaze flicking to you briefly before focusing back on the crowd.

“He’s not dead,” you said, your voice shaky but loud enough to silence the murmurs. You stepped forward, your hand trembling as you gestured toward Finn. “But he forced himself on me in the bathroom you said was guarded, Jayce.”

Jayce’s head snapped toward you, his sunglasses lifting slightly as if he needed to see you more clearly. “For real?” he asked, his voice a mix of disbelief and concern. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I swear I’ll look deeper into this. I mean it. I’ll take your word for it—always. You’re my girl.”

He gestured toward his security team, who immediately moved to pick Finn up. “Get him out of here,” Jayce barked. “And make sure he doesn’t come back. Ever.”

As the guards dragged Finn’s limp body away, the crowd began to disperse, murmuring among themselves. Jayce gave you a small nod before heading back inside, leaving you alone with Sevika again.

She turned to you, her eyes softening ever so slightly. “Are you okay?” she asked, her voice calm but tinged with something that sounded almost like regret.

You nodded, even though your legs felt weak beneath you. “I don’t know,” you admitted quietly.

Sevika stepped closer, her presence grounding you as she placed a hand gently on your arm. “You’re safe now,” she said, her tone firm. “No one’s going to hurt you while I’m here.”

For a moment, you just stood there, letting her words sink in. You didn’t know how to feel—grateful, overwhelmed, or still shaken—but you knew one thing for certain: you felt safer with Sevika than anywhere else in the world.

Caitlyn, Vi, and Jinx rushed through the lingering crowd, their worried faces evident as they reached you and Sevika. Caitlyn was the first to speak, her eyes darting between the two of you.

“You okay… both of you?” she asked, her tone a mix of concern and urgency.

Sevika crossed her arms, her usual stoic demeanor back in place. “Yes, I’m fine, Cait,” she replied simply.

You nodded, though your voice wavered slightly. “I am too. Just… a little shaken up.”

Jinx stepped forward, her usual chaotic energy muted but still present. “It’s time to go… yeah?” she said, her voice lighter as she hooked her arm with yours. Without waiting for an answer, she started leading you toward the exit, offering you the comfort of her presence.

Vi and Caitlyn flanked the two of you, and Sevika trailed slightly behind, her sharp gaze scanning the remaining partygoers as if daring anyone else to cross the line. The group moved quickly through the mansion, the buzz of the party now a distant hum as more people decided to leave after the commotion.

The cool night air hit you like a splash of water as you stepped outside. The streetlights cast long shadows on the pavement, and the city’s noise provided a welcome distraction from your pounding heart. Jinx kept her arm linked with yours, humming softly to a song still stuck in her head.

Caitlyn glanced back at Sevika, lowering her voice so only she could hear. “You did good back there. He had it coming.”

Sevika grunted in response, but there was a subtle nod of acknowledgment.

As the group exited the mansion and approached the gates, the blinding flashes of cameras caught you off guard. Paparazzi were already gathered outside, shouting questions and taking rapid-fire photos. The flashes lit up the night like fireworks, and their voices overlapped, each trying to out-yell the others.

“(Y/N)! What happened in there?”

“Who was the guy Sevika knocked out?”

“Sevika, are you protecting (Y/N)?”

“Are you two dating?”

“Finn said you were in a relationship—care to comment?”

You instinctively shrank back, overwhelmed by the chaos. Jinx tightened her grip on your arm, glaring at the reporters. “Seriously, don’t you guys have anything better to do?”

Caitlyn stepped forward, raising a hand to shield her eyes from the flashes as she tried to create a path. “No comments. Leave her alone.”

Vi moved beside her, her presence intimidating enough to make some of the paparazzi take a step back. “You heard her. Back off,” she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Sevika stayed close to you, her tall frame a protective barrier against the invasive crowd. Her sharp gaze flicked over the reporters, daring any of them to push further.

“Sevika, is it true you assaulted Finn?” one of them shouted.

“Shut it,” Sevika growled, her voice low and threatening. The reporter quickly lowered his camera, the air suddenly tense.

The group finally pushed through the throng of paparazzi, with Vi leading the way and Caitlyn acting as a buffer. You kept your head down, your heart pounding as the cameras continued to snap.

Once inside the car, the driver quickly locked the doors and sped off, leaving the chaos behind. You exhaled deeply, leaning back against the seat as you tried to calm your racing thoughts.

“God, they’re vultures,” Jinx muttered, shaking her head. “Do they ever give it a rest?”

“They’ll move on to something else by tomorrow,” Caitlyn said reassuringly, though her brows were furrowed with concern.

Sevika remained silent, her gaze fixed out the window. Her jaw was tight, and her hands were clenched into fists on her lap. She looked like she was replaying the night in her head, simmering with barely contained anger.

Vi broke the silence, glancing at you in the rearview mirror. “You okay? That was a lot.”

You nodded slowly, though your voice was quiet. “Yeah. Just… tired.”

Jinx gave your arm a comforting squeeze. “Don’t worry, we’ll lock the doors, crank up the room service, and shut out the world for the rest of the night.”

You managed a faint smile, grateful for her attempts to lighten the mood. As the car sped through the neon-lit streets of Vegas, you couldn’t help but glance at Sevika. She was still staring out the window, her expression unreadable.

For now, you focused on the promise of quiet and comfort waiting back at the hotel, desperate to put the night’s events behind you.

Back at the hotel, the group gathered in Caitlyn and Vi’s room, the tension from earlier slowly melting away as the comforting smell of food filled the air. The table was covered with an assortment of takeout boxes—sushi rolls neatly arranged, crispy chicken wings glistening in sauce, golden fries piled high, and several tubs of ice cream waiting for dessert.

Jinx immediately dove for the fries, her mood lightening as she munched away. “This is exactly what we needed after all that drama.”

Caitlyn and Vi sat close together on the couch, their shoulders brushing as they shared a plate of wings. Caitlyn had a small, nervous smile on her face, stealing glances at Vi, who seemed completely at ease.

You took a seat on the floor, cross-legged with your sushi in front of you, watching the dynamic between Caitlyn and Vi unfold. Jinx noticed too, her eyes darting between them. “So… are you two gonna stop pretending or what?”

Vi choked on her drink, coughing as Caitlyn’s face turned beet red. “Pretending what?” Vi asked, wiping her mouth.

Jinx rolled her eyes dramatically. “That you’re not into each other. It’s so obvious.”

Caitlyn bit her lip, looking down at her hands. Vi glanced at her and then back at Jinx, sighing. “Fine. You caught us.”

Caitlyn’s eyes widened in surprise, but when Vi reached over and took her hand, her expression softened. “She was drunk, but I still accepted,” Vi said, her voice low but sincere.

Caitlyn smiled, squeezing her hand. “I asked Vi to be my girlfriend,” she admitted.

You clapped your hands together. “Finally! I’ve been rooting for you two since forever.”

Jinx leaned back, grinning smugly. “Told you so. Now kiss or something. Make it official.”

Vi rolled her eyes but leaned in to kiss Caitlyn, a soft, tender moment that made everyone cheer and clap beside Sevika but she was amused. Caitlyn laughed, hiding her face behind her hands as Vi pulled her close.

The rest of the night passed in a warm, comforting haze. Laughter echoed through the room, and everyone indulged in food and ice cream, the stress of the evening melting away.

When the night wound down, Sevika stood, stretching. “I’ll walk you back to your room,” she said, glancing at you.

You nodded, feeling a flutter of nerves. “Thanks.”

The two of you walked down the quiet hallway, the sounds of the city fading into the background. When you reached your door, you turned to her. “Thank you for tonight,” you said softly. “For protecting me. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

Sevika shrugged, but her expression softened. “You don’t have to thank me for that.”

Trying to lighten the mood, you leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to her cheek. “Well, I’m thanking you anyway.”

Sevika froze for a moment, her lips twitching into a faint smile as she nodded. “Goodnight.”

She turned and walked away, leaving you to enter your room. You closed the door, leaning against it for a moment as your heart raced. Shaking your head, you got into bed, pulling the covers up and letting the exhaustion of the night finally take over.

But just as you were about to drift off, a knock on the door startled you. You got up, wondering who it could be at this hour. When you opened it, Sevika stood there, her eyes intense and her expression unreadable.

“Sevika? Is something wrong?”

She hesitated for only a moment before stepping closer. “Fuck it… I have feelings for you too,” she said, her voice low and rough.

Before you could process her words, she leaned in and kissed you deeply, her hands gently cradling your face. The kiss was firm yet tender, filled with all the emotions she’d been holding back. You didn’t hesitate to kiss her back, your arms wrapping around her neck as your heart raced.

Sevika’s hands slid down to your waist, steadying you as she broke the kiss for just a moment, her forehead resting against yours. “Is this okay?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded eagerly, pulling her closer. “More than okay.”

She smiled before kissing you again, this time with more urgency. Her hands moved to the hem of your shirt, lifting it over your head and tossing it to the floor. You felt a thrill run through you as you tugged her into the room, your lips never leaving hers.

Sevika kicked the door shut behind her, the soft click of the lock echoing in the room. The night stretched out before you, a mix of passion and emotions that neither of you wanted to end.

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A Love Game

DI!Single!Dad!Leon S. Kennedy X F!Teacher!Reader

Summary: You hear a glimpse of Leon's relationship with his daughter. And later he makes you a proposal you just can't refuse

Warnings: mild sexual content, still minors dni, brief phone sex, allusions to sex, Leon has a mouth on his as always, bit of soft!dom leon, mostly Leon being a soft dad on this one, foul language (as always), no use of y/n

WC: 3k

A/N: so I'm totally in love with this dynamic! And yalls support was insane. I literally wrote two separate drafts of a continuation of these two and whichever I finished first was gonna be posted, so the light smut one won bc I'm tired atm and didn't feel like sitting in front of my computer for 6 hours🙃 so this short part will have a second part to it with full spicy time. And another standalone part with these two (coffee and other things) having some more spicy time is also in the works, so stay tuned. Besitos <3

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Leon blinked slowly, his eyes now starting to grow sore from staring at the bright computer screen for so long. But he just hadn't had time to finish this stupid report. Sure, he has had two whole days to get it done, but with a tiny human clinging to his arm every waking minute, it was a bit more complicated than he thought. But he couldn't possibly ignore his little girl when he barely had the time to be with her without having to worry about stopping some mad scientist with too much time in their hands. He didn't mind though. His little girl was more important than anything else. 

Still, he took advantage of the little window of time he had now. He had given Isabella dinner a little over an hour ago. Then left her in the dining room to finish her homework. She had always been a smart girl, responsible with her homework, she never fussed when he asked her to do it, so it didn't worry him in the slightest to leave her to do her own thing. She tended to get distracted when he was around anyway. 

Though, maybe an hour had gone by when he heard tiny feet pad bare through the wood floors and he saw a mess of chocolate brown strands sticking from its bun peek above his computer screen. He slowly lowered the screen until it was almost shut and he was met with a pair of sapphire eyes that were a replica of his own. He raised an eyebrow at her. 

"Daddy." She took a step closer to him, her eyes big like she wanted to ask him something. 

Leon sat up fully, setting his laptop aside and nodded at her, giving her his full attention now. "What's up bee?" 

"Can I.. uhm.. I can play with your switch now?" She asked, dark lashes batting as she fiddled with her hands. As if she had to give him puppy dog eyes for him to say yes. He kept his face serious though. 

"You wanna play on my switch?" She nodded. He ran his fingers over his light stubble as if he was thinking real hard, he pursed his lips in thought. "I dunno hun, did you finish your homework?" 

"How did you know I had homework?" She asked with an adorable frown on her face, it took Leon all of his willpower not to break then. 

"Well I do now." He slipped a smile and she pouted. He couldn't help but chuckle at his little girl. He took her in his arms and sat her on his lap. "Well I knew before. Wanna know how?" 

Her head perked up. "How?" 

Leon leaned into her ear with a smile, "'Cause dads know everything about their little girls." He pressed a kiss to the side of her hair and set her back on her feet. "But yeah, Miss Pretty Teacher told me." 

"That's cheating!" She whipped her head around with a gasp and glared at him. He again couldn't hide his laugh. 

"Yeah alright, you caught me," he raised his hands up at her in surrender. "You can play on the switch for a bit. Do you remember how to turn it on?" 

Izzy proudly nodded and skipped over to the large TV hooked up to the living room. The TV had been on, nothing playing, but just on, since Leon had intended to play some white noise in the background but never actually loaded up anything. He switched to the right input as he watched Izzy turn on the Switch. It took her a second to remember how, but she was happily skipping back to the couch with the controllers as the loading screen came up before Leon could get up to help. He shook his head to himself, but he puffed out a breath when Izzy jumped on his lap, rather hard, the little girl giggling when he groaned. 

"Jesus Christ, when did you get so big?" He chuckled, fixing her on his lap so she wouldn't fall and watched as she scrolled through the games until she found Mario Kart. 

"I turned seven in October, remember?" She piped up, genuinely reminding him of such an important date, as if he would ever forget. He nodded. 

"I know, Izzy. I took you to Dave and Busters with Amara, remember?" 

"Oh. Yeah, you're right. That was fun. We should go again sometime! Please daddy?" She turned her head to look at him with this smile on her face and her big blue eyes. 

God, what did he ever do to deserve this kid? 

He pressed his lips to her forehead and nodded. 

"'Course. I'll talk to Amara's mom, okay?" 

He watched as Izzy excitedly nodded and cheered happily before she got lost in the game in front of her. He didn't mind her having screen time. It wasn't like she had an iPad glued to her face twenty-four-seven. He let her play once or twice a week, and maybe a third if he was feeling like playing with her. And she was more than happy to spend that time with her dad. 

Tonight he wasn't really feeling playing, so he watched her do her best. To her, she was the biggest winner there ever was, throwing turtle shells and bombs at practically nothing and hitting the wall with every curve, but she had fun with it, so he let her be, cheering her on whenever she finished a race, even if it was in ninth or eighth place. 

Maybe thirty minutes had passed when he felt his phone buzz beside him. He took his eyes away from the colorful screen to look at his phone. It lit up with a text, and his smile grew wide at the name. 

My pretty teacher. 

He grabbed his phone and quickly opened the conversation. You had been texting back and forth all day, for days now, after what he considered a perfect first date, but he just hadn't gotten around to match your schedule to plan another date. So you had resorted to texting and maybe calling once here and there. But God, he was really missing you right about now.

My pretty teacher: sorry, I went to dinner with my mom and sister. And I just got home. Hru? 

He bit his lip as he attempted to type into his phone one handed. 

Me: It's fine. I'm ok. With izzy. 

My pretty teacher: awww🥰 

Me: Can you call? I'm texting with one hand at the moment. 

You saw the message, and he could see the three text bubbles appear and disappear. Until they didn't come back. He mentally grimaced at himself, maybe the idea of talking to him while Isabella was there made you uncomfortable? Shit. He hadn't thought about that. Christ, he hadn't dated in so long he had forgotten that being a single dad wasn't exactly the biggest turn on. No matter how much one liked kids. 

His anxiety riddled brain stopped racing when he saw your contact name pop up on his screen as his phone started ringing. He grinned to himself. He glanced at Izzy— her full attention was still on her game, he shrugged and answered the call. He set his phone down, still having one ear bud in from when he was working on his laptop. 

"Hey Miss." He spoke first, his heart racing in his chest a bit. 

"Hi Leon." He could hear the smile in your voice. That shy smile he thought was the prettiest thing. 

"You busy?" He asked, still a bit worried he was interrupting you in the middle of something. Though the indistinct sound of TV playing in the background let him know that maybe you weren't that busy. 

"Not really. I got home a little bit ago so I was just about to run myself a bath." You answered, walking back and forth between your bedroom and the bathroom connected to it. "You?"

Leon tried his hardest not to think about your words too much. Not right now. 

"Nah. Just watching Izzy play on my switch. She's kicking ass in Mario Kart." He heard you blurt out a giggle, which made him chuckle, but what made him actually laugh was Izzy shooting him a frown over her shoulder. 

"Daddy, that's a no-no word." 

Leon snapped his head down at Izzy and he frowned, not sure if he heard her correctly, "What's that bee?" 

"I said that's a bad word."

"What is?" 

"Ass." 

Leon almost snorted at the way she said the word. With a frown and her lips pursed. He didn't care if she said bad words or not. He sure as hell said them all the time, but he encouraged her not to repeat what he said, in front of other people, at least. He narrowed his eyes at her. 

"So don't say it. I'm an adult. I can say them." When she kept looking at him, he placed a hand on top of her head and —gently— turned her head back towards the TV screen, despite her protest. "Keep playing your game, Isabella. Or you can't sit on my lap anymore." 

All Leon could hear was you attempting to muffle your laughter, but he could hear your giggles loud and clear. He only rolled his eyes, but he had a tiny smile of his own. 

"C'mon don't laugh, being a parent is hard. Are you the one teaching her this no-no bull— B.S?" He caught himself, closing his eyes when you laughed even more, now not even bothering to hide it. 

"I have to! I have a swear jar, I'm sorry. I gotta set an example." 

He actually laughed at this, remembering the mouth you had on you when he had you on his bed. 

"Yeah, well, you weren't so pure and innocent when you were screaming—" He caught himself again, his own eyes widening when he remembered Isabella was right there and he sighed out softly. "Give me an hour and I'll give you the answer you deserve, Miss." 

You stayed quiet for a second, not because he offended you, but because you needed a second to breathe and control the heat that flashed between your legs at his insinuation. You exhaled deeply before responding. 

"You're what again? Playing Switch with Izzy? 

Leon hummed in response. "She is. She's sitting on my lap so I'm being forced to watch." 

"I'm not forcing you!"

"On your game, Isabella. Stop listening to my conversation." 

"Does she have her own Switch or something?" You asked, now sitting on the edge of your bathtub as hot water poured from the faucet. 

"No. It's my Switch. But I leave it in the living room so she can play sometimes." He answered you with a shrug you obviously couldn't see. 

You chuckled softly, "How old are you again?" 

"Thirty-eight, but that's besides the point. I barely have time to use the thing. I mostly bought it for Izzy." He wasn't lying— entirely. He sometimes played, late at night by himself when he wanted to drown himself in a bottle of whiskey. He would choose to play a game to blow off steam instead of getting drunk with his little girl sleeping in the next room or passing out drunk at some shitty bar. 

"I'm very convinced by that." You snorted, making him sigh out at you.

"Hmph. Whatever. You wouldn't understand how cathartic throwing green turtle shells at tiny cars can be." 

"Oh I bet." 

"Daddy?" You heard Isabella's voice through the phone and your heart warmed.

Leon looked down at Izzy, "Yeah?" 

"Who are you talking to?" She asked with genuine curiosity, her very glorious race tournament now over and her attention was on him. 

He heard you go silent, most likely having heard the little girl and he sighed out, his eyes landing up on the ceiling for a second as he thought of his answer. 

"Just a friend, bee." He ultimately decided on that answer. It wasn't that he was ashamed of being with you, not at all, but Izzy was still young, and even he knew there had to be a proper introduction of you outside of your teacher role. He actually wanted to do this the right way.

"You fuck my brains out last week and I'm just a friend now?" He heard you comment in his ear and he groaned out. 

"C'mon, that's not fair." He leaned back into the couch, his forearm over his eyes now as he basically had two women all over him, pressing him with way too many questions for his liking. 

"I'm just giving you a hard time, Leon. I get it." There was humor in your voice, lightheartedness and even though he couldn't see you, he had a feeling you had that gentle smile on your lips. That eased the pressure on his chest. 

"Listen sweetheart, it's almost Izzy's bedtime," His eyes were on Izzy now, and with his eyes he was nudging at her to start wrapping up her game. She pouted, but didn't otherwise fuss. "Call you in an hour?" 

You both had this dumb, lovesick smile on your face, if only you could see the other.

"I'll be up."

The warm water, the foaming body wash and the intoxicating smell of your favorite candle had done wonders to relax you. When you left the bathtub you felt like a whole new person. Though there still this tug of butterflies in your stomach as you anxiously waited for Leon to call you. 

You sat on the edge of the tub, warm and fluffy robe wrapped around your naked body as you mindlessly scrolled through your social media for a little while before you decided to check out for the night. You nearly slipped right off the tile when your phone buzzed and you felt a cold shiver run down your spine. 

"Hey, sorry about, y’know, earlier. Izzy and I are like that." You smiled at the sound of Leon's voice, now a bit hushed but more relaxed and carefree, like he now could say whatever the fuck he wanted. 

"It's okay. It was cute, hearing how you talk to her. You're sweet." You smiled to yourself, and you could hear him breathe out a soft laugh, most likely a bit flustered by your words, but he otherwise didn't show it. "You put her to sleep though?" 

"Yeah, I stayed with her 'til she fell asleep. I'm in my bedroom now, about to take a shower." He said the words slowly, with purpose, like he wanted you to think about it like he had been thinking about you, taking that bath. "So, you take your bath yet?" 

"Yeah, it was nice. I definitely needed it. I could've used some company though." You bit your lip, testing his reaction. There was silence, then he hummed. 

"Yeah? That so?" Now it was your turn to hum in agreement, your legs instinctively closing as you tried to soothe the ache between your thighs. "I'm sure you could've. Would've been nice to have someone hold you, right? Have someone leave kisses on your wet skin, say how good you're doing while getting your pretty pussy fingered?" 

You couldn't hold back the moan that left your throat at his words, and your free hand instantly traveled down, stopping at your belly. 

"Oh, that's a sound I'll never get tired of hearing. Fuck, you're already moaning for me and I'm not even there to give you a reason." He exhaled out a chuckle, his hardening cock starting to press against his sweatpants. 

"Fuck, I really wish you were here." You sighed out, your hand itching closer towards your already wet cunt, but you knew it wasn't your touch you ached for. It was Leon's. 

"Yeah? Why's that?" 

You whined softly, your phone almost slipping off your grip as your head fell to the side. "Leon…" 

"Tell me." 

"Because… I really, really, need you to touch me, hold me, ugh— I just need you to fuck me, Leon." 

Leon clenched his fist as his side, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he listened to your desperate words, and the sound shot straight to his cock. Fuck, he'd be lying if he said he didn't need you, too. 

"Goddamn baby," He grunted softly, his hand now brushing the front of his sweats, where his cock strained against the material, and he tried to muffle the sound between his teeth, but you heard it anyway. "You have no fucking idea how much I've been wanting to ruin that pussy of yours again. It's actually driving me crazy." 

You shuddered, the ache between your legs starting to become unbearable. "I really want to see you too, baby." 

Leon closed his eyes, biting his lip raw as he thought fuck it. He could explain in the morning. 

"Fuck it, just fuck it. Wanna take the drive here? I swear I'll give you exactly what you need and it'll be so worth it." 

You'd like to think you were a rational person, you always thought things through twice, three times if necessary. You didn't take risks, much less acted in a way that could be considered immoral, but for Leon? Fuck, for that man you would become the biggest whore in this world if it meant he would take you just one more time. 

"Be there in thirty." 

Fuck it. 

Sneak peek of A Love Game Part II, coming soon

His lips were hard on your own, messy on your jaw, like he didn't know which part he wanted to kiss more. Your fingers were entangled in his perfectly soft honey brown strands, already melting under his touch. His hand came up under your jaw to grip your face in place, long fingers sprawled out over your neck. He pulled you back by your face and his eyes were hard on you, with this mixture of authority and utter need to fuck you. He could be both. 

"This is how this is gonna be. I'm going to throw you on that bed and fuck you the way you deserve. But I better not hear a single fucking sound leave those pretty lips of yours. Not tonight. Got it?"

Stay tuned for upcoming parts lovelies. Besitos<3

[mikamii25]

Heart pounding

Ronin x reader with panic disorder 

wc: 1,115

cw: panic disorder, descriptions of a panic attack/ anxiety attack, possibly ooc (my bad)

author’s note: this is mostly based off a recent scenario I’ve had + I still was feeling horrible while writing this soooo plz enjoy my suffering 😇 ALSO this is my first fic so don’t bully me 🙂

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You should have gone to bed sooner. You promised yourself that you’d get a good night's rest, but if you were being honest. You knew that you couldn’t have kept that promise to yourself. As per usual, your eyes were locked on your iPad screen doing anything but what you were supposed to be finishing. Your art contest submission—which to be honest—wasn’t that big of a deal if you slacked off for one more day. Right? You didn’t have to enter the contest. Heck, it’s not like you had to sign up and then were automatically obliged to draw something. It was a simple “draw blah blah blah, use this hashtag and get a chance to win 5 bucks”.

Hours passed and then you knew it, it was already the next day. You groggily shuffled out of your blanket cocoon and checked the time on your phone.

It was already 11 pm? “Welp.. it’s too late for breakfast” you yawned. It’s not like you usually ate breakfast anyway. You had more important things to do.

It was the weekend, so of course you sat on the couch for the next few hours and just watched TV. What else was there to do? I mean—it wouldn’t hurt to go outside for a walk—but finding a matching pair of socks in your room was no use at all. So you slumped down onto the couch yet again to unpause the TV.

That’s when it hit you. Well.. more like, poked you. Right in the gut. This sudden discomfort In your stomach wouldn’t go away—no matter how much you tried to distract yourself. Now, that feeling started to get stronger, but you weren’t that worried. It was probably because it was time to eat lunch. Right?

You quickly got up from the couch and walked over to the freezer—pulling out some chicken nuggets and tater tots. Wasn’t that big of a meal, but it was good enough to cure—what you think—is hunger. You simply popped them in the air fryer for about 8 minutes and then took them out, ready to eat!

After sitting back down on the couch with the plate of your food, you continued to watch what show was playing on the TV. About halfway through your nuggets, you noticed that the stomach pain wasn’t quite going away. Turns out it wasn’thunger like you thought. It felt almost like.. nausea?

As quickly as you sat down to eat your food, you got right back up and marched back to your bed to lie down. Maybe a nap would fix this all. Maybe your body would calm down if it just went back to sleep. But the more you thought about how you felt so horrible—the more you started to sweat and the more your hands started to shake. As you lay in your bed, countless thoughts flooded your brain. One in particular was that stupid art piece. The one you promised you’d get done. Why was this thought coming to you just now? You had no fucking clue, but it felt like a punch to your face reminding you that it needed to be done. But there was no way you could get up and out of bed to get your iPad without almost throwing up the food you had just eaten. 

It seemed like all the stress of the past week was finally—and abruptly—catching up to you. You knew it could only get worse. And guess what? It did. That’s when you heard the door to your apartment loudly opened. There was no way you could have forgotten that your dear boyfriend—ronin Beaufort—would be coming home. But you were for sure it wasn’teven close to 8 pm. It was barely even 6 pm! Wow. He couldn’t have picked a worse day to come home early.

There was no way you were letting Ronin come home and see you like this! You looked like you were on the verge of a heart attack, and that sure was what it felt like. Your heart was pounding so fast, it was practically beating out of your chest. You only felt worse as you heard his loud footsteps through the hallway abruptly stop at your door. Fuck. You were a mess. You could barely even speak as you hid under the covers to hide from what you would remember as the most embarrassing moment of your life.

“Darlin’? Are you in here? I thought I’d find you sitting on the couch as usual—“ Ronin announced, cutting his sentence short. Now you knew it was over. Despite being buried under your blanket—there was no way you could hide anymore.

Your breaths started to get even more shaky as you curled farther into the blanket. You couldn’t bear to face him. Not now at least.

The sound of boots slowly creeped over and then you felt Ronin sit on the edge of your bed. “You ok…? Are you up to talking about it?” He sighed as he placed his hand on the blanket and slightly pulled it back. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, darlin’…“

“I do… b-but I can’t. I’m so sorry-“ you barely muttered. You did want to talk about what was wrong, but you didn’t even fully know what it was. Maybe it was stress.. or maybe it was something else. You had no idea. All you knew was that you could barely speak another word without being a stuttering mess. You hated this horrible feeling of impending doom. You felt like it could only get worse.

You then heard Ronin take his shoes off and crawl under the covers. He simply laid under the covers and held you from behind. “Wanna take some deep breaths with me? I don’t want you dying on me now, plus. I’m sure it’ll help you help you feel a lot better.” He reassured as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. 

As he demonstrated calm breathing exercises, you started to follow and slowly felt your heartbeat go back to normal. As you fall into a calmer and more relaxed state, ronin asks again “Are you ready to talk now?”. You still didn’t feel like talking, so a half-assed answer was all you could give. “I’m.. just stressed” you sighed. The week surely did catch up to you a lot worse than you expected. You let your eyes flutter shut as he held you close.

Maybe this wasn’t as embarrassing as you thought it would be. It’s more… comforting. Even if you just barely talked about what was wrong. His presence just made you feel safe. Secure. You could finally relax.

What a day.

[snowysosturn]

Speeding Car -Matt Sturniolo Part 6

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29

Pairing : y/n x Matt Sturniolo

Summary : After six years with your boyfriend Alex, you start to mentally check out. At a UCLA party, Alex reconnects with his childhood friend Emily, who proposes a double date with her boyfriend Matt. Your attraction to Matt grows as he pays you the first real attention you've had in years, sparking a complicated emotional journey.

Warnings : MDNI, swearing, unhappy relationship, disappointment, angst

Returning to the apartment, I noticed a Dior purse left on the coffee table in the living room.

“Shit, Emily must have left it behind..” I think to myself. I reach for my phone to throw her a quick text to see if they wanted to turn around and come get it. I put in my passcode but my phone lags, powering off completely. I take it for what it is, maybe it’s just a situation I need to leave alone. Alex can get it back to her somehow.

I got myself a glass of water and took myself to bed. I slipped in beside Alex and gave him a kiss on the forehead, every memory of when things were good flashed through my brain. How can I get it to be like that again? I turned on my side and went to sleep.

My alarm went off at the crack of dawn, and I rolled out of bed, careful not to wake Alex. He had a long day ahead and I knew he needed his rest for training. I threw on my Target uniform, grabbed a quick breakfast, and left a note for Alex on the fridge: "Have a great day! See you tonight. xx."

Work was the usual grind, but having Jess on shift with me made it that much easier. During our break, we sat in the staffroom, sipping lukewarm coffee.

"God, I am so bored with my life right now." Jess said, sighing dramatically. "Same old routine, day in and day out."

I nodded in agreement. "Tell me about it. I feel like I’m constantly stuck in a rut."

Jess perked up, a mischievous look in her eye. "Why don’t you come out with me tonight? There's this new nightclub in Downtown LA. It’ll be fun! Something spontaneous to break the monotony."

I hesitated. "It’s a Tuesday, Jess. I need to have dinner ready for Alex when he gets home from training. Maybe another time?"

She rolled her eyes playfully. "You’re such a good girlfriend. But seriously, you deserve a break too. You’re 23 not 73, live a little!"

I shrugged, trying to push away the feeling that I was missing out. "Maybe you’re right. But tonight, I think I’m going to try and do something special with Alex. They don’t have games coming up straight away, so training shouldn’t be too intense."

Jess gave me an encouraging smile. "That sounds nice, offer still stands even if you change your mind!”

As the hours of my shift passed, I decided to take the initiative. After all, seeing Matt so happy with Emily had reminded me of what I wanted, what I needed, with Alex. I went into the staff bathrooms and shot Alex a quick message: "Hey, how about we go bowling tonight? I thought it’d be fun to do something together."

Surprisingly, he replied almost immediately. "Sure, sounds fun! Let’s do it."

I felt a small spark of hope. Maybe this was a sign to focus on our relationship, to reignite the flame that had been fading. Determined to make the evening special, I planned to cook Alex’s favorite meal and set the table nicely. I wanted everything to be perfect.

After my shift, I rushed home, picking up everything I needed. Once in the kitchen, I meticulously prepared the meal, arranging the table with candles and our best silverware. By the time everything was ready, I felt a sense of accomplishment. Tonight would be great, I was sure of it.

Just as I finished setting the last plate, my phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen, expecting a message from Alex letting me know he was on his way. Instead, my heart sank as I read his text.

"Hey, got some news! I got promoted to captain of the football team! Going to celebrate with the boys tonight. I’ll make it up to you, I promise."

The excitement and anticipation I had felt all day drained away in an instant, replaced by a heavy weight in my chest. I stared at the beautifully set table, the meal I had prepared with such care, and felt a lump form in my throat. This was supposed to be our night.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "Congratulations Al!" I typed back. "That’s amazing news. Enjoy your celebration. I love you!”

I didn't feel as enthusiastic as the words portrayed. I knew Alex meant well, and his promotion was a big deal, but it still hurt. Tonight was supposed to be about us, and now I was left alone again.

I blew out the candles and put away the silverware, wrapping up the meal to save for another night. As I cleaned up, I couldn’t help but think about Matt and Emily again. Seeing them together had made me want to work harder on my relationship with Alex, but now I wondered if it was even worth it. Did he still care as much as I did? Or was I just fooling myself?

I sat down on the couch, the apartment eerily quiet. Maybe Jess was right, I did deserve a break. But for tonight, I’d settle for a glass of wine and a good cry.

Matt’s POV

I was in the kitchen, opening the fridge to get a rootbeer when Emily’s phone buzzed with a message. She picked it up, her eyes lighting up as she read it.

“What’s up?” I asked, leaning against the counter.

“It’s Alex” she said, a smile spreading across her face. “He just got promoted to captain of the football team and a few people from our class are going out to celebrate tonight.”

I nodded, feeling a mix of emotions. “That’s great news. You should go and celebrate with them. I can give you a ride downtown.”

Emily’s fingers flew over her phone, sending a quick message. “I just text Y/n to see if she’s going too and what she’s wearing” she said, glancing up at me.

I wondered if she’d be going out tonight, too. Emily tried calling her, but there was no answer. She frowned, looking slightly irritated.

“She’s not picking up. I need my Dior purse for tonight. I left it at her place yesterday.”

“I can go get it for you while you're getting ready, if you want?” I offered, hoping to make things easier.

Emily smiled, leaning in to kiss my cheek. “You’re the best. Thanks, babe.”

I grabbed my keys and headed out. The drive to her apartment was quick, but my mind was racing with thoughts about Emily and our relationship. I loved her, but lately, things had been rough. Her behavior at the party had been a clear reminder of the cracks in our foundation. And the remains of our fallout of the party were just swept into the cracks. Nothing was cemented again.

When I arrived at the apartment, I hesitated for a moment before knocking. The door opened, and there she was. Immediately, I could see she had been crying. Her eyes were red, and she looked surprised to see me.

“Hey” I said softly, my concern genuine. “Emily sent me over to get her Dior purse. Are you okay?”

She forced a smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a rough day.”

I nodded, not wanting to push her. “Do you need to talk about it?”

She shook her head. “No, it’s okay. I’ll get the purse. Hold on.”

She disappeared inside, and I stood there, feeling an overwhelming urge to comfort her. When she returned, she handed me the purse, her hands trembling slightly.

“Thanks” I said, taking it from her. “If you need anything, you know you can call me, right?”

She nodded, her eyes meeting mine briefly before looking away. “Yeah, thanks, Matt.”

I hesitated, not wanting to leave her like this. “You sure you’re okay?”

She sighed, standing in the doorframe. “I’m sure, thank you Matt”

I gave her a reassuring smile. She nodded, and I turned to leave, feeling a heavy weight in my chest. I couldn’t understand why she was so upset when her boyfriend was out celebrating. It made me question why she wasn’t out too. I couldn’t stop thinking of her tear streaked face. It wasn’t right that she was feeling this way, and I wasn’t okay with the fact I was aware of it.

When I got back home, Emily was still getting ready, her excitement through the roof. She turned to me, holding up a dress. “How do I look?”

“Beautiful” I said, though my thoughts were still with the girl I had just left behind. “Are you sure Y/n’s not coming? She didn’t say much when I was there.”

Emily checked her phone. “No response yet. I hope she does, though. It’d be fun to have her there.”

I nodded, seeing at the corner of my eye that Emily never even message Y/n. I tried to push my concerns aside. Tonight was supposed to be a celebration, but all I could think about was the girl who was left behind.

After dropping Emily off in Downtown LA, I watched her hurry off to meet Alex and their classmates. But as I drove away, the knot in my stomach tightened. I couldn't stop thinking about the tears in Y/n’s eyes earlier, the sadness in her voice trying to convince me everything was okay. It didn’t sit right with me, leaving her like that. I sighed, making a U turn and heading back to her apartment. Something was wrong, and I wasn’t going to let her spend the night alone, wallowing in whatever had upset her..

a/n: things are starting to happeeeeen…i have started on part 7 last night, still on holiday and heading to LA tomorrow for a few days so i’ll try my best to update asap

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[scorpioriesling]

Invisible String - Part 6

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Pairing(s): Eris x reader

Warning(s): Please be advised; this part might not be suitable for all audiences. Proceed with caution.

Summary: You'd taken the nanny position for the royal family over a year ago, not expecting what would come of it or how close you'd grow to the child you cared for. Things became tough for Eris when his wife left him and his daughter, and he found it increasingly harder to raise Riley himself. He soon realizes, you've provided a lot more than the typical job description duties for his daughter... and maybe for him, too.

SR’s Note: My apologies, this took forever for me to finish writing for you all (I've had so much on my plate lately). I hope you’re ready — all we have left is the finale! I added in the advisory so that younger / uncomfortable readers won't read the series without knowing or expecting potential risks in content to come. For those who enjoy or look forward to content as such -- I hope you are excited! Nonetheless, I hope readers will enjoy this series that came to me in a dream one night. (; Much love to all.

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Part 5

"My bow tied?"

You sigh as you adjust the golden ribbon tied in the little girl's hair, her wide eyes looking to you for assurance. Though it's about the fifth time she's asked you to confirm, you answer her once more.

"Yes, dear," you say, smoothing down the front of her corduroy dress with reassurance. "I promise I tied it into your ponytail really good."

She nods, her little body buzzing with anticipation and excitement. You take her hand, leading her toward the front door of the Forest House where her father waits.

"Ready for your first day?" He asks, smiling prodly at his daughter though you can practically feel the way his heart hurts inside.

"I am, daddy!" She bounds over to him, clutching the strap of her pink backpack with a fluffy bunny printed on the front. When Eris arrived home with it last week, she could've practically exploded from sheer excitement.

He helps her slip it over her little shoulders, bending down and kissing the top of her head as he gazes at her. Your heart swells -- you knew, this wasn't just a big day for Riley, but for him too.

"We should walk outside -- the carriage service will be here soon, you won't want to miss it." He winks, and Riley giggles as she jumps up and down.

"Daddy -- Y/N coming too?" She asks as he takes her hand in his. He glances to you, and your eyes widen.

"Oh, no, honey, I think your father should bring you to your first day of school," you explain hastily. She huffs, trotting over to you and wrapping her small fingers around your palm.

"Pleeeeeeease, you come too?" She asks. Eris only shrugs, and you glance down into those big, pleading eyes once more.

"Alright, then," you hesitate, and she continues her celebration as though this was her birthday. Eris glances out the window, turning to face the two of you again before speaking.

"The carriage is just down the way; ready to go, Riles?" She nods, looking back to make sure you're following.

"I'll be just behind you," you say, jogging to the kitchen as they make their way through the front door. Spotting the mason jar in the middle of the table, you reach for it, and then hurry to catch up with the two out front.

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The rest of the day goes on per usual, though the house is errily quiet with Riley's absence.

Eris left for the Palace soon after Riley got on the carriage, which left you in the Forrest House... alone. All day.

You were cleaning for what felt like the 25th hour of the day when the clock struck 3 pm, and you quickly hurried outside. She would be home any minute, and you were dying to know how her first day of public school went.

Sure enough, the gleaming ivory of the carriage made it's debut over the hill; stopping just at the end of the drive. The doors were barely open before Riley burst out, running as fast as she could to you up the drive.

"Chris-anthem!"

You kneeled, stretching your arms wide as she lept into them full-force. She held onto you tightly, the only adieu to the carriage coach a small wave before he set off once more. When she finally let go, you asked her.

"How was your first-"

"A Chris-anthem!" She squealed again, this time thrusting her clenched fist toward you to look. In her palm, she held the stem of a rather wilty, dying orange bloom.

"Ohhh, your flower," you realized. "You asked what it was, hm?" She nodded happily.

"Yes! And Miss Peachum says its a Chris-anthem!" You chuckle, realizing the plant is indeed a Chrysanthemum.

"Ahh, I see," You say, half-distracted by the approaching male on horseback trotting toward the stables. His hair is radiant in the light of the setting sun, his shoulders set as he comes more into view.

"We should go inside -- I think your daddy is almost home, and I'm sure he'd love to hear about your first day at school."

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The routine becomes a little more established over the next couple of weeks as all of you adapt to the new schedule. On days Eris goes in later, he gets up with his daughter and gets her onto the carriage; on his early days, you do it. It's a nice routine, one that is almost perfect.

Almost.

You still longed for the feeling of his sheets, his warm embrace as he'd hold you through the night. How good it felt, even for just a short time, to feel so comfortable, as though your longing had been satiated -- now, it felt like those days were as good as gone.

"Oh, Y/N?" His voice was quiet in the silent hall of the house, Riley put into bed after another long day. You were jsut about to retire to your chambers when he spoke, his steps quick to catch you before you went to bed.

"Hm?" You turned, facing him in the dim evening light. He stepped close enough so you oculd make out his features, every freckle on his nose and the exact curve of his jaw -- but not too close to touch.

"I, uh, I just had something I wanted to ask you about," he fumbles, and you lean against the doorway as his eyes finally find yours.

"Anything," you say reassuringly, hating how uncharacteristically nervous he's being. He swallows, his lips parting in thought before he speaks again.

"The uh, the annual court ball is happening in three days," he says, his brows knitting. "And, uhm." He coughs to clear his throat, and you raise an eyebrow.

"Yessss?"

"Well, it's in the evening, um. I have to go, I mean. I have to attend." He says, biting the inside of his cheek. You nod in realization, your heart sinking just a bit.

"Right, right, I figured as much. I, uh. I don't have any plans, I mean, I'll be here, for Riley that night-"

He frowns, taking a step closer and looking straight down into your eyes.

"No," he says sharply, his features relaxing when your eyes widen. "I, um. She has, someone else to watch her that evening." He nods once, and you look up at him quizzically.

"Okay...?"

"Would you join me?" The words come out so fast you almost don't register them. "I mean, to the ball. Would you..." his fingers lightly take yours, his thumb tracing a small circle on the back of your hand.

"You. Want me. To go with you?"

He chuckles, his hand holding yours with ease. If only he knew the tidal wave rushing through your veins at this very moment-

"I do," he assures, bringing the back of your hand to his mouth to press a small kiss to it. "I'd be honored, if you would join me."

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Three days was not near long enough to get yourself in check.

By that, you were feeling so nervous -- no matter how many times you'd redone your makeup, or re-tied the laces on your gown -- you still stared at yourself in the mirror, barely believing the events that were to unfold tonight.

A soft knock on your door pulls you from your daze, the wood creaking as it slowly opens.

"Oh... wow," Eris sucks in a breath, coming to stand behind you as he gazes at you through the mirror. You continue to pick and fiddle with your gown, only halting when his hands rest on your waist.

"Y/N, you're beautiful," he muses, and you can't help but blush. Gazing at him through the reflection, you agree -- you were beautiful, the maroon fabric hugged you nicely and complimented the accents of his jacket to a tee.

"Thank you," you whisper, and he turns you to face him. A small smile creeps onto his lips as he takes you in before him. You can't help but grin back, as the man oogling you is quite handsome himself.

"Are you ready?" He asks, and you take a deep breath, glancing at yourself once more over your shoulder.

"I am," you hesitate. "I just... I hope your parents won't think less of you for bringing me tonight."

Eris huffs a laugh, his eyes meeting yours in the glass.

"Darling, I don't give a damn what my parents think. Especially my father."

You chew on your lip, his words not resonating with you like he hoped they would.

"I just... I'm not like you, I'm not... a High Fae," you sigh. "I'm nothing like Selene-"

"Good." His fingers prod at your chin, turning your head to face him directly once more.

"I'm glad you're nothing like her, Y/N." Your heart melts, his words finally hitting home.

"You're everything and more, love," you swear his lips are inching toward yours with every word he speaks.

"She could only wish to be half the woman you are."

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Living in the Autumn Court your entire life, you could've never imagined the royal balls were anything like this. Not even close.

Your gaze shifted from person to person, taking in everything from their elaborate attire to their pointed ears. Weaving through the crowd of people and lingering stares, the insecurity from earlier resurfaced as you glanced down at your rather plain dress.

"Eris," you hissed. He turned, leaning in close to speak with you. "Why didn't you tell me to get something more..." You struggled to find the word. "Ball-appropriate?"

His grin sent a shiver down your spine before his warm breath against your ear could.

"I think you look absolutely divine, Y/N."

Your cheeks heat again as he reaches for your hand, giving it a small squeeze before opening his mouth again.

"I need to make an appearance at the dais," he explains. "Will you be alright-"

"Yes. I'll wait here." You nod, not exactly as confident as you'd hoped in meeting his parents so soon. He kisses your cheek quickly, the brush of his lips a momentary relief against your flushed face before he makes way for the dais. His father tracks his movements, every step watched by those beady eyes.

You'd known the High Lord was, well... cruel, to put it plainly. He was unfair, and demanding, and took advantage of the power he held -- which is exactly why your stomach begins to turn as his focus lands right. On. You.

"Thank you all, for coming tonight." He bellows, standing to speak to the crowd in the throne room. Every head turns to face him, every eye focused on him as he scans the room. Eris stands confidently next to his father, with the Lady of Autumn politely standing on his other side.

He continues his short announcement, the music resuming as he finishes and demands it be so. As people begin moving and partnering off, your worry returns. Where was Eris? No longer beside his father, you look around you, not spotting that firey red head of hair anywhere among the crowd.

That is, until two large hands snake around your waist from behind, his familiar chuckle causing your breath to hitch.

"Share a dance with me?"

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Your hands tremble as Eris slowly guides you to the middle of the room, all the faelights dimming on the walls. People sidestep around you, moving out of your way as though Eris is parting the sea itself.

The soft melody from the string quartet begins, a song you'd surely heard before. None of it calmed your nerves, especially as you peered toward the dais. Sure enough; both of his parents were watching the two of you.

"Hey, don't get nervous on me now." Eris offers a small smile, and you gulp down your nerves. He places your left hand on his shoulder, taking the other one in his own. His free hand snakes around your waist, splaying flat on your back as he draws you closer to him.

"Just, follow me." He steps to the side, beginning to move in time with the song. You follow, trying to calm the shakiness of your hand in his while he presses you against him.

A few counts in, you relax a little. Sure, you weren't High Fae, or maybe someone his father would choose for him -- but Eris chose you. You're the one here with him tonight, dancing in front of his family and his court as though you came as a package deal.

When you look up at him, you blush realizing he had already been focused on you. He chuckles, his fingers tracing up and down on the small of your back as he twirls the two of you around the dancing floor.

"I'm really glad you came tonight," he says lowly, his amber-flecked gaze intense as you can't help but stare back.

"Me too," you say. "I've never attended anything like this before."

He raises an eyebrow, an amused look on his face.

"Well, you're quite the talented dancer for never being brought to a ball before," he releases your waist, spinning you in a slow circle and then pulling you back to him once more. You grin, a small laugh escaping your lips as the two of you are held close once more.

"I shouldn't be surprised, as you've grown up going to these things," you say, your gaze landing on his lips. "But, you're quite impressive as well."

Those lips tilt upward as the song comes to an end, the two of you simply gazing at the other. You don't notice the clearing made for the two of you, how every other fae had allowed the two of you into the spotlight of the room. You'd simply been too caught up in the moment with the handsome man before you-

Eris sighs, and you watch as his gaze zeroes in on the dais once more. Turning, you peek as well -- the High Lord is beckoning his son at once.

"I can wait for you-"

"He wants us both." Eris shakes his head, the muscles in his arms tightening as he slowly lets go of you.

"Oh," is all you can think to say. He takes your hand, once again making way to his father's throne. This time, he leads you with him.

"Father." Is all he says when the two of you approach, and you watch as the High Lord so much as flicks his gaze to you before offerring his son an unamused look. Eris bends at the waist, and you follow suit, curtsying low as you offer your respect.

"Eris," his father echoes, his hands folding across his chest. "How uncourtly of you to not introduce your mother and I to your... guest, this evening." You look to the Lady of Autumn, offering a small bow of your head. She smiles at you softly -- the most reaction you'd seen from her all night.

"My apologies." Eris says, and you can practically hear the sarcastic remarks he was making in his mind. He turns to you, a smile sppearing on his face when you meet his gaze.

"This is Y/N, you've heard me mention her before," he explains. "She is the woman who helps so much with... with Riley," he hesitates. You'd known his parents were not involved much in his personal life, mainly because of his father and how he has treated his own son. You couldn't say you blamed him.

"Y/N," Beron repeats, his beady gaze focusing on you. He reaches to take your hand in his, kissing the back of it in polite greeting. You force a smile, but can feel Eris' jaw tightening from where he stood beside you. "How nice to finally meet you."

His words are dripping with venom, but you respond with class nonetheless. "Likewise, High Lord."

He releases your hand, resting his own on the armrests of his throne. He looks to Eris again, his gaze wavering between the two of you.

"So nice to see my son bring a woman to one of these kinds of events again -- he'd been alone in attendance, of course, since he let that Day Court whore slip through his fingers." Your eyes widen at his careless use of the derogatory language, but he simply chuckles. Eris' fingers find yours, sliding through them and squeezing gently. His father doesn't miss the action, and is quite unpleased by it.

"Even if it means bringing the help with him." He sneers a horrible smile, and you feel your face flush at the comment. Your throat tightens, making swallowing painful as you try and surpress the forming emotions threatening to spill out.

"Father, please-"

"Now now, son. It's been a few years since Selene fled, whether it be your --" he pauses in throught. "...annoying, nature, or maybe she simply didn't enjoy your company." Eris sucks in a breath, releasing it slowly as though he's practiced this a million times.

Nonetheless, Beron continues. "Reguardless, I think it's time you remarry -- don't you?" Your eyes widen, your gaze dropping to the floor. Remarry? Surely Eris wouldn't agree to that.

"Father, I'm perfectly happy with-"

"With, what? Being alone? Leaving that poor child without a mother?" His father tutts, his hands flexing against the golden armrests.

"Could we talk about this, later?" Eris grits out. Your heart sinks as you feel both of his parent's eyes on you. Looking to the Lady of Autumn, she only offers you a sorrow-filled expression.

"We shall do just that." Beron promises. "Now, go. Enjoy the rest of the ball." He grins wickedly as though he didn't just insult everyone standing before him.

Eris turns, guiding you down the stairs of the dais when you hear Beron's voice from behind you.

"Lovely to meet you, Y/N!"

You only manage a small nod as your foot steps onto the floor. Then, you take off in a beeline for the exit.

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Your chest is heaving as you shove through the heavy entry doors to the palace, the cool night air chilly against your heated skin. You brace against one of the marbled columns in the entryway, a few hot tears finally breaking free and falling down your cheeks. In seconds, the doors open again, a familiar voice ringing out behind you.

"Y/N, please don't take what he said to heart-"

"Don't," you growl, your shoulders shaking as your emotions continue to rattle through you. The soft footsteps of his boots sound behind you, his quiet approach made known as his hand rests against your back.

"Love, I promise he's always like this-"

"Like what? Horrible?" Your eyes narrow as you turn to face him, his saddened expression evident when he sees the wet streams down your face. He reaches out, brushing a stray tear away.

"Pretty much," he mumbles, his other hand rubbing soothingly against your back. You continue to sob, soft sounds coming from you as Eris pulls you close to his chest.

In minutes, you feel his hands pushing you lightly against a cushiony surface. You follow his lead, sitting as you rub the water from your eyes. The familiar feeling of silk touches your fingers, and Eris moves for just a moment before the room is filled with heat.

His bedroom. He'd winnowed the two of you out of there, and right into his room.

"Eris-" You stutter, avoiding his gaze shamefully as he moves to sit beside you on the bed. "Y-you have to get back, your parents-"

"My parents can fuck off for now." He says, his hands reaching for you and pulling you close to him. He guides you to lie next to him, your head resting against his chest while his fingers stroke through your hair.

It's silent for a while, the only sounds from the fire crackling in the hearth and a few occasional sniffles as you work to regain your composure. When anyone finally speaks, it's him.

"I'm not going to remarry." He says, another few silent beats following his admission. Your heart breaks further, any hope of what you'd had before with the male shattering. He hugs you closer to him, his hands bracing around your smaller frame.

"I mean, I'm not remarrying just because of my father." He clarifies. You wipe your eyes with the back o your hand, pushing up on a elbow to look directly into his eyes.

"Eris... it doesn't seem like much of a choice-"

"It is," he cuts in. "It is my choice. I'm so sick of my father choosing what I do, and when, and who with. I won't allow it any longer." He frowns, pulling you down to lay with him again. Your fingers begin to play with one of the seams on his jacket, as your mind clears.

"Is that... what I was? Tonight?" You ask weakly. "Just, a way of defiance, to your father?" Eris sighs, tilting your chin to look up into his eyes. Though your face is red and puffy, he offers you a small smile.

"Never, my dear -- I had the choice in bringing someone with me this evening. And, I chose you. I wanted you there with me." You feel a spark of hope in your chest, amidst everything else you'd been feeling. He's quiet, waiting as you collect your thoughts.

Another single tear slips free, trailing down your cheek as you inch closer to him. He pulls you in, his mouth mere inches from yours as your voice comes out in a whisper.

"I choose you, too, Eris."

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Finale

[lushrue]

frozen hearts pt. 6

long time no see! sorry this part took me so long, life and motivation and all the things got in the way! now we start the fun stuff! should have some more writing coming your way this week, so stay tuned :) also i came up with a title, please lmk what you think

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9

you’d changed your outfit five times since the first time you got dressed. you started with a satin outfit that you only ever pulled out for special occasions. then you figured it was too formal, so you changed into a t-shirt and jeans. then you thought that was too casual, so you changed into a different formal outfit, then another, then another. now, you’d settled on a nice pair of pants with a dress shirt and shoes that would get uncomfortable if you stood in them for too long. twisting and turning in the mirror, you fought the urge to rip it all off and start over. it was a good outfit, but was it first date-worthy?

all kyle had told you was that he was taking you to his favorite dinner spot. you’d racked your brain for hours after that text, trying to remember what restaurants he talked about. a man like him had expensive taste, you were sure of it. maybe he was taking you to some five star joint and you’d get kicked out for not following a dress code. your cheeks burned with embarrassment at the mere idea. but would it be worse to show up to a fast food restaurant in what could only be described as business formal? glancing down at your phone, you realized you had a quick solution to your dilemma.

you stood in front of your mirror and snapped a photo, your face obscured by the phone but the rest of your outfit clearly visible. before you could convince yourself that it was a bad idea, you opened up your messages and started a group chat with johnny, simon, and price. the photo whooshed onto the screen, your fingers furiously tapping out a message to go with it.

“not sure about the outfit for tonight. any thoughts?”

the five of you had been chatting nonstop since your conversation at the coffee shop, your phone constantly buzzing with a message from one of them. johnny liked to send pictures of the dogs he saw on his morning run, and everyone would take turns guessing at its name. simon was mostly a passive observer, but he would occasionally send updates about his day or clarify plans with the others for later. it was through his messages that you figured out they all lived together. 

kyle liked to share playlists and songs he’d heard on the radio that he liked. mostly for his own memory so that he could add them to his spotify later, he’d explained, but he’d remarked a few times that he’d like to see you skate to his recommendations. price texted like your 60-something aunt who shared motivational minion memes on facebook. all caps when he didn’t mean to be yelling, he just wanted to show some enthusiasm. sometimes he’d send “good morning” gifs with flowers and glittery font.

johnny was the first to reply in your new, smaller group chat. three fire emojis, one after the other. you rolled your eyes, smiling to yourself. of course he thought you looked good. he’d barely been able to keep his hands off you now that he knew you wanted it. simon’s reply was next, concise and to the point.

“you’d look good in a potato sack, lovie. kyle’s gonna love it. don’t worry that pretty head of yours too much.”

where johnny had boosted your confidence, simon had soothed your anxiety. no doubt kyle had told the others where he was taking you tonight. simon’s assurance that kyle would love it assuaged the fear of being over- or under-dressed. john texts back as you’re putting the finishing touches on your appearance, adjusting your hair in the mirror for the umpteenth time. you look down at the message, laughing at the gif he sent. it’s a clip of snoopy from peanuts, eyes heart-shaped and bulging out of his head. clearly, your outfit was a winner.

your tendency to get ready for things a half hour early shoots you in the foot here. now, all that’s left to do is wait for kyle to show up at your door. he insisted on picking you up, like a gentleman. he was properly courting you. part of you wondered if he’d show up at your door with flowers, all nervous smiles and saccharine compliments. the thought made you blush, excited energy thrumming in your body. you felt like you were back in high school again, going on your very first date. the minutes ticked by with an agonizing fatigue. time clearly had no regard for your feelings.

you’d forgotten to check the clock in a while with all your fretting, and the knock on your door caught you off guard. fumbling for your house keys, you opened the door, putting on your brightest smile. there kyle stood, flowers in his hand. predictable. “hey,” he said, holding the flowers out to you. “figured i should get you these. ‘s only proper for the first date, yeah?” you took them in your arms, leaning down to catch a whiff. it was a beautiful arrangement, wildflowers and baby’s breath. it looked like something you’d seen on one of your pinterest boards. 

“they’re lovely, kyle! thank you.” you started to step back in to tend to them, but he placed a hand on your arm. “wouldn’t give them to you and make you do all the work. i’ll trim ‘em and put ‘em in a vase for you when we get back.” that made your heart flutter. you tended to shy away from flowers as a gift because of the work you had to put in. trimming them, arranging them in the vase, giving them flower food. not having to do that almost made you enjoy the flowers a little bit more. you set them on your entryway table, glancing back at them with a silent promise to tend to them when you returned.

you shut and locked your door, turning to meet kyle’s waiting gaze. he held his arm out for you to take, a confident smile on his lips. he was clearly enjoying playing suitor to you this evening, and you wouldn’t begrudge him that. you wrapped your hand around his bicep, letting him lead you to the waiting car. “don’t worry, john prepared me,” he said, and you almost wondered what he meant before he opened your car door for you. you stifled a laugh behind your hand, giving kyle’s bicep a squeeze. john was the most traditional of the four, the most concerned with chivalry. you could almost imagine him lecturing kyle, giving him a crash course in how to treat a date with decorum.

you slid into the passenger seat, running your hands over the leather beneath you. it felt expensive. hell, the whole car looked expensive. clearly, kyle had a taste for the finer things in life. idly, you wondered if that included you. he slid into the driver’s seat beside you, flashing you his perfect smile before shifting the car into gear and pulling off.

the restaurant was nice, but not fancy. just like the others had said, your outfit fit the occasion perfectly. what’s more, you matched kyle. you had both picked navy tops, but if you had to answer honestly, you’d say that his looked better on him. a nice polo, the top two buttons undone so that you could just barely see his collarbones. you’d been staring at it far too much, you noticed. you took a sip of your water, scanning the menu for anything that sounded appetizing. as you read the details of each dish, you willed your stomach to unknot itself so that you could enjoy something delicious.

“their salmon is good here. if you like seafood, that is,” kyle said, his knee barely brushing yours under the table. you give him a smile in return, flicking your eyes up to gaze at him over the menu. “i’m eyeing the grilled chicken. kinda hard to mess that up, right?” he chuckled in response, nodding his head. “yeah, suppose that’s smart.” the waiter came and took your orders, and kyle threw in a bottle of red wine for the two of you. merlot, like you’d mentioned in passing was your favorite. the realization that he remembered flustered you a little bit.

now the two of you were alone. well, not entirely; the restaurant was packed to capacity and kyle had commented how lucky he was that he’d gotten a reservation. but it felt like you were the only two here. the way kyle’s eyes fixed on you, the way he didn’t even acknowledge anyone around you, it felt special. he made you feel special. you smiled and shoved down the nervous butterflies that started to flutter. “so…how does this work?” you ask, folding your hands on the table. “i’ve never been on a date with a friend. it feels weird to do the whole ‘getting to know you’ thing like i usually do.” kyle smirked at that, raising his water glass to his lips and watching you over the rim of the glass. “go on that many dates, do you?”

you blush crimson, turning your eyes down to your lap. that didn’t come out the way you’d intended it. while yes, you had been on your fair share of dates, he didn’t need to know that when he was on one with you. “well, i mean,” you start, flustered. “not that many. just enough to have a formula, i guess.” kyle swallowed his drink and set the glass back down. “tell me about this formula then.” you hesitated, but decided to go along with it. it couldn’t make things any more uncomfortable than they already were.

“well, i always start with where they’re from. it tells me a lot about them, especially if they’re really closed off about it.” “london,” he answered without hesitation. “grew up in the city. ‘s not all it’s cracked up to be, tha’s for sure.” his answer caught her off guard, not expecting him to actually go along with the formula. “yeah, i know-” you start, but he cuts you off with a wave of his hand. “this is our first date, yeah? you know me as a friend, but i want you to know me as more than that. some things i only tell once someone’s committed.” with that, you sit back, content to listen.

“i’m the middle child. got an older brother, showed you pictures of ‘im. younger sister too. she’s at uni, studyin’ interior design.” you smiled at the mention of his sister. your old college roommate had done the same thing. you volunteered the same information in turn, talking about your hometown. you were an only child, so your discussion of your family was much briefer than his. kyle gave you his full attention, all eye contact and leaning forward to hear you better. he nodded along with your words, taking in everything you had to say. he crossed his arms over his chest, facing you down like an opponent on the ice. this “formula” of yours was a challenge to him, a way to make you see that he was different from the rest. he didn’t fit the mold. he knew it, and he wanted you to know it too. “alright. what’s next?”

by the time your food had come, you had only made it halfway through the formula. usually, you’d have finished your line of questioning by now, trying to get it all over with as quick as possible. dates were painful, agonizing affairs that left you feeling worse about yourself and your prospects. with kyle, though, it felt like the easiest thing in the world. it was natural and simple. just talking, that’s all it was. you laughed as he finished a story about an old football injury he’d gotten playing with his friends in primary school. as an easy silence fell, you decided it was time to deviate from the formula.

“what made you choose hockey?” the question seemed to catch him off guard and he scoffed around the bite of food in his mouth. “always go on dates with hockey players, love?” he asked, and you tried not to squirm at the pet name. “no, but i can tweak the formula a bit for you.” you both smiled and his foot brushed up against your leg beneath the table. he cleared his throat and took a sip of his wine, swirling it in the glass. “i really love team sport,” he said, the answer almost sounded rehearsed. “played everything i could. i just like being a part of something bigger than myself. it feels good when you get a win that’s for more than just you. it’s for the team, the fans.”

you didn’t think there was a right answer to a question like that, but if there was one, that was it. the sincerity that sparkled in his eyes, the set look on his face, you knew he meant it. this wasn’t valiant bullshit, this was him. this was kyle. it took you a second to recover from that, your heart warmed. you’d bagged a good one. “yeah, that’s…that’s a really good answer.” he chuckled, taking another bite of food and motioning towards you. “what about you?” he asked, cutting a piece of salmon. “why’d you start skating?” you took a breath, gathering your thoughts before speaking.

“mostly because i was obsessed with watching figure skating as a kid,” you said, holding your wine glass and gazing down into the deep red. “i pestered my mom until she signed me up for classes and i fell in love with it as soon as i stepped on the ice.” you smiled fondly, remembering your first years taking skating lessons. you hadn’t intended to compete at first, but your coach had pushed your parents to sign you up. the routines, the glittery costumes, the magic you made when you danced on the ice…it all kept you coming back for more. it was hard to remember a time when you weren’t skating. “i’ve never lost my passion for it. i always assumed i’d grow out of it at some point, but i never did.”

kyle was looking at you with fondness, enraptured by you. the truth was, he found you amazing. more than that, you were overwhelmingly fantastic. from the first time he saw you skate, months ago before you even knew who they were, he knew you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. when you skated, you embodied music itself, swaying and drifting with the ebb and flow of the melody. your routine to moonlight sonata was what sealed the deal for him. maybe he was a selfish man, but he wanted that beauty and grace all to himself. he wanted some kind of claim on you, because how could someone not fall for you when they saw you skate? that kind of charm was irresistible.

you squirmed under the weight of his gaze, choosing to take another sip of wine rather than splutter out words that really didn’t matter anyway. the silence was comfy, the two of you basking in the glow of something new and unexplored. adoration, affection, something blossoming into love. with kyle, it was so easy. it was like you’d known him forever rather than a few short months. you shared a knowing smile with each other and returned to your meals.

true to his word, kyle came back to your house after you finished up at the restaurant and took care of the flowers. he let you pick the vase, but that was the last time you lifted a finger. you sat at your kitchen island, watching him as he trimmed the stems on the flowers to make them fit. he cut them at an angle and placed the stems in a neat pile to be thrown away later. your head felt floaty, three glasses of wine going straight to your brain and casting a pleasant haze over your thoughts. it was his arms, mainly. you watched the veins and muscles flex as he arranged the flowers for you.

he looked back at you and smiled, letting out a huff of air as he looked at your spacey eyes. you weren’t stumbling drunk, but you had a good thing going. he finished putting the flowers in the vase and placed them on the island in front of you. his smile was full of pride, presenting the arrangement he’d made. “how do they look?” he asked, catching your gaze. you brushed your fingers over the petals, feeling the delicacy of them. they looked almost as lovely as they had wrapped up in the paper. kyle holding them made the image even more perfect. “beautiful,” you breathed out, your eyes darting between him and the flowers.

in truth, you meant it in both ways. the flowers were beautiful, yes, but so was he. he was one of the most beautiful men you’d ever seen. his skin was soft, smooth and well taken care of. you reached forward and brushed your fingers over his cheek, eyes rapturous and fixed on him. his hand came up to meet yours, holding it against his face. he was warm, the slightest hint of a flush on his cheeks. he’d hardly had one glass, so you knew it wasn’t from the alcohol. “what’s goin’ on in your head, pretty?” he asked, his thumb stroking over the back of your hand.

you hum, staring at his eyes. hot chocolate on a cold winter’s day, the rings inside of a fallen tree, light shining through fall leaves. “thinking about how much i want to kiss you,” you said, filter fully lowered under the influence of the restaurant’s finest merlot. a smirk tugged the corner of his lips up, his eyes boring into yours with the same intensity. “what’s stoppin’ you?” your eyes widen ever so slightly, but your surprise only lasts for a moment before you’re leaning in and catching his lips.

he tasted like salmon and red wine on the surface, but beneath it was his natural flavor. he was sweet, like honey, with a hint of spearmint. the cheeky bastard, that’s why he’d popped some gum in his mouth on the way home. it was soft, gentle, but no less passionate. your lips danced together delicately, much like you did on the ice. suave motions, no harshness or roughness to it. it was calculated, methodical. you tried to press for more, opening your lips to let his tongue in but he stopped you, pulling back.

you had to hide your disappointment, your lips still tingling with the sensation of being kissed. your eyes opened, catching his smiling face once more. “gotta take my time with you, sweet thing. got three others that want a taste. i’d never hear the end of it if johnny found out.” you giggle, the thought of the scot’s ire amusing to you in your buzzed brain. you pulled back from him as well, settling back into the barstool. as he made for the door, you followed, making sure he gathered his coat and keys. “thank you for an amazing night,” you said, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. he gave you a half hug with his free arm, squeezing you tight before pulling away.

“this was just the start, pretty. you’ve got three more comin’ your way.” with that, he wished you good night and headed back out to his car. you’d only just shut your door and thought about what he’d said before your phone buzzed in your hand. it was a text from johnny.

“free on friday? got someplace i wanna take ya ;)”

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[a-killer-obsession]

PITCHING TENTS ⛺️

Kid Pirates x AFAB Reader Modern AU Campground Series

🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞

It wasn't something you'd ever admit to those who knew you, they all made the reasonable assumption that you went camping to spend time alone. At first, that had been the case, but you'd quickly come to learn that other single men your age were doing the same thing, and you found yourself loving the thrill of a romp with a stranger.

Masterlist || AO3 || Part One

PART 6/6 - GROUP ACTIVITIES (Everyone)

CW: sex with strangers, afab reader, semi-public sex, fingering, oral, in a moving vehicle, is it unsafe sex if its happening without seatbelts in a moving car?, exhibitionism, voyeurism, mutual masturbation, cockwarming, fivesome- F/M/M/M/M, M/M action, bdsm, shibari, choking, hair pulling, squirting, degradation, pain kink, deep throating (m receiving), spitting, bukkake, handjobs, blowjobs, p in v sex, pet play/use of pup/dog/master

WC: 5.5k

Taglist: @nocturnalrorobin @bbnbhm

Wire probably could have finished the walk back to camp in half an hour given his long legs, but he took it slowly, careful to not jostle you too much as you snored softly in his ear, nuzzled up against his soft hoodie. You didn't wake until he returned to camp, the reverb of his voice in his chest pulling you from your deep sleep with a yawn.

“She okay Wire?” Killer asked with concern as Wire approached their tent, gravel crunching underfoot. “She fall on the trail or something? Her knees look sore.” Wire just replied with a shit eating grin, to which Killer gave an amused huff as he caught the meaning. Killer had to admit, he was a little proud of you, he wasn't sure you'd be able to successfully crack Wire but you'd proven him wrong.

“Help me out with her, will ya?” Wire said as he carefully bent at the knee to unzip his tent and lay you on this air bed, “can you grab me a wet cloth to clean her up?”

“On it,” Killer gave a mock salute and went to his own tent to grab something he could dampen. He wet it in the kitchen and quickly returned, sliding into the tent and sitting behind you to prop you up. You winced as Wire put the damp cloth against your knees.

“Jeez, what'd you do to the poor girl?” Killer joked.

“Spanked me, fucked my throat, pounded my ass,” you replied with a half lidded smile, making both men snort. “Fuckin… monster cock,” you said sleepily.

You were half asleep and quickly drifting off while Killer massaged your shoulders and Wire cleaned and applied antiseptic cream to your wounds. They weren't too bad so he didn't bother to dress them, they'd no doubt look and feel a lot better in a few hours. When he was done with your hands and knees he indicated for Killer to put you on your belly, and you gave a little squeak as he laid you over his knees and Wire yanked down your pants.

Killer made a low whistle as he saw how red your ass was, clear prints from a large hand painted red on your soft flesh. You whined as he ran a hand over the marks softly. Wire was rummaging through a black duffle not far from your face, and you almost choked when you saw the other contents. Ropes, anal plugs, lubes, what looked like a swatch of leather no doubt for impact play, a ball gag and a dildo that was closer to Killer's cock size.

“Fuckin’ hell, and here I thought I came to camp prepared,” you snorted as Wire found what he was looking for. Killer didn't even blink an eye at the bag, he clearly already knew about it. “I haven't seen you bring any other girls to your tent so who are those for?”

“Heat, mostly,” Wire replied with a smirk as he applied a soothing balm to your ass. Your eyes went wide thinking about it. Sweet Heat, bound and gagged, now there's something you could get behind.

“Fuck, I'd love to see that,” you hummed.

“Maybe you will if you're a good girl,” Wire gave your ass a gentle, playful slap before Killer helped him pull your shorts back up. You stayed where you were, still very sleepy but a little more awake now. Besides, Killer's lap was comfy.

“Well, I hope it'll happen tonight cos I'm heading home tomorrow,” you told them with a pang of sadness. It was very tempting to just call in sick on Tuesday so you could take an extra day at camp but you really had shit to do at work.

“Aw, you're leavin’ us doll?” Killer said, feigning hurt.

“Unfortunately, sorry boys, this ride was a limited time offer,” you hummed.

“Well, at least let us take you out to dinner tonight,” Killer offered, “we were gonna ask anyway but we found a restaurant Kid wants to try while we were in town so we were planning on heading back around dinner time”

“I won't say no to a free meal,” you rolled onto your back and stretched out with a yawn, “need a nap though”

“You just woke up!” Wire huffed, “snored in my ear the whole way from the summit!”

Killer snorted a laugh and you pouted. “It's not my fault your massive cock wore me out!”

Wire sighed and rolled his eyes. “Well, you can sleep here if you want, but I have shit to do. Don't drool on my pillow”

“Yes sir,” you winked, climbing out of Killer's lap and snuggling into Wire's blankets. They smelt of masculine musk and some sort of spice. “Wanna take a nap with me Kil?”

“I'd love to, but I promised Kid I'd go for a swim with him,” Killer patted where your leg was under the blanket, then he stooped and gave you a chaste kiss on the forehead, “I'll come wake you before dinner with enough time to change, get some sleep”

“Thanks Kil,” you yawned again, curling up in a little ball and nuzzling your head against Wire's pillow.

As promised, Killer woke you for dinner, and you changed into a cute, slightly nicer dress and some cute strappy heels. You even applied some fresh makeup before heading into town with the boys. Dinner was lovely, it was a pretty nice steakhouse restaurant you'd never tried before, and now that Wire was more comfortable with you the conversation was energetic and pleasant. These boys were fun to be around for sure, and you laughed more than you thought possible with strangers. You learned they actually all worked together as mechanics at a store they co-owned together, and while Heat and Wire were older, they'd all known each other since high-school. Kid was the main mechanic, Killer was the people person (though he was also a trained mechanic), Heat was a welder and Wire handled the money.

Tummies full (after watching them all eat a frankly concerning amount) you all huddled back into the ute, Heat being kind enough to lift you into the cab since it was so high up, before climbing in himself and sandwiching you between him and Killer. The two of them were the least wide of the four, so they'd arranged themselves this way to give you more space, with Wire driving.

“So,” Kid started, “Kil mentioned you're heading back tomorrow. Where to?”

“Ah, I don't really like to share that information,” you replied shyly.

“Really? You've had us all inside you but you won't say where you're from?” Kid huffed.

“That's sort of the point baby,” you smirked, “wouldn't be strangers if you knew. Besides, what if you're all actually stalker serial killers?”

“Probably shouldn't have gotten in a car with us then,” Killer mused.

“Alright Killer,” you snorted, “like that isn't a serial killer name. Actually, you might be right. Ah well, I never claimed to be smart. Just horny”

“Yeah?” Killer leaned over so his breath was brushing against your ear, making you shiver, a hand trailing up your thigh, “you horny now?”

“Sweetheart, I'm always horny,” you replied back. Killer gave Wire a look through the rear view mirror, both of them sharing a grin which spread to the other two as they noticed it. You suddenly felt very much like small trapped prey locked in a closed space with the four giant men.

Before you could think, Killer was firming his grasp on the thigh closest to him, and Heat was grabbing the other, both of them working in tandem to spread you wide. Kid poignantly turned sideways in his seat to watch, and Wire adjusted the rear view mirror so it was pointed directly at you. You could see his cold, amused eyes as Killer's hand ran up your thigh to your center.

“Naughty girl,” he laughed, “she's got no fucking panties on”

“Fuckin’ slut,” Kid laughed, “let's see that pussy then”

Killer pulled up your skirt and held your leg in his lap, as did Heat, your pussy on full display for all four men. You bit your hand as Killer ran a finger through your cunt, gathering up the slick that was quickly pooling there. He dipped his middle finger inside you, making you whine, and you heard Wire laugh.

“She's so wet already,” Killer mused, “you like this baby? Want me to make you squirt right here in front of everyone?”

“Y-yes,” you stuttered as he added another finger and pumped you slowly. Heat's hand ran up and down your leg, stopping occasionally to rub your foot. Killer removed his fingers for a moment and reached under the seat in front of him, pulling a beach towel that must have been unused from earlier.

“Lift your ass sweetheart,” he cooed as he unbuckled your seatbelt. You lifted obediently and he put the towel underneath you before returning to his previous position and pushing his fingers back inside you. You let out a shakey moan as he started finger fucking you, your head resting against the back of the seat while you panted. All of the men were watching you hungrily, and Wire cursed having to pay any attention to the road. He considered pulling over, but they'd be back at camp in another ten minutes and then he could have all the fun he wanted with you.

“Your pussy is sucking me in, so greedy,” Killer purred, running his tongue up your barred neck and tugging on your earlobe with his teeth. “Was your mission successful sweetheart? Did you fuck all four of us? It's been, what, forty eight hours? How many times has this greedy little pussy taken our cocks?”

“F-five,” you moaned, “and Wire fucked my ass”

“Fuckkk she really is a slut,” Kid laughed, “give us the rundown doll, I wanna hear how you let us use that tight body”

“F-first Kil fucked me in the kitchen,” you moaned, struggling to form words while Killer finger fucked you, his thumb rolling circles on your clit while Heat touched your legs and breasts. “He- fuck- he ate me out, then he fucked me with a popsicle, then he bent me over the counter and fucked me and sprayed his cum on my back”

“With a popsicle huh?” Wire hummed, “and you barely even knew us, nasty little slut. Go on then, who fucked you next?”

Kid was palming himself through his pants as you continued speaking, the wet sloppy sounds of your pussy echoing in the car cabin. “Next morning Kil took me in the shower, fucked me from behind then I blew him and he came on my face”

“So pretty covered in my cum,” Killer hummed, nipping your neck.

“Then- then Kid fucked me in the spa,” you continued, letting out a long moan as Killer bit down on your neck and marked you, having to catch your breath before you could continue, “he fucked my- my little slut throat- and came down it, then he ate me out till I squirted, then he bent me over and fingered my ass while he fucked me till he blew his load inside me”

“Fuck yeah I did,” he grinned, “filled that pussy good”

“Then- hnng- then Heat fucked me by the bonfire,” you had to take a moment to pant, you were getting close and Killer took note, removing his fingers to edge you. You whined and Kid enjoyed getting a straight view into your gaping pussy. Killer let you calm before returning his fingers. “Killll~” you whined.

“You can cum when you finish telling us how we all fucked you,” he explained, “keep going baby”

“H-Heat let me ride his face,” you moaned, “I squirted on it- hnng- he laid me down and worshipped my body and called me Goddess, hnnng Kil please let me cum”

“Not till you're done,” he scorned, removing his fingers again and giving your pussy a wet sounding slap that made you buck, “Keep. Going”

“Fuck- hnng- he- he ate me out more, then he fucked me till I squirted on his cock, then he came on my stomach,” you continued, “I took him to my bed and the next day I woke up to him eating me out, fuck, it was so fucking hot. He fucked me again and creamed inside me”

“Good girl,” Killer hummed, “that was this morning, now tell us what you let Wire do while we were off at the beach”

“He fucked me on the summit,” you whined, Killer's fingers moving at a painfully slow speed, your orgasm teetering right on the edge, you were desperate to cum, “he spanked me c-cos I'm a greedy little brat w-who needed to learn a lesson, then he fucked my throat and came down it, then he made me get on all fours and made me squirt while he fingered my ass - hnnnnnng Killlllll~ - then he fucked my ass till I couldn't walk, fuck, please let me cum, please”

“Good girl,” Killer returned three fingers to your pussy and his thumb to your clit, working you furiously, “go on sweetheart, you've been so good”

The wet sloppy sounds your pussy was making as he finger fucked you and your loud whines and moans were music to their ears, and you shook hard as you came, squirting on Killer's hand, your pussy making impossibly sloppy, pornographic sounds while your whole body tensed and your eyes rolled back. You went limp immediately, panting hard while your hips gave the occasional roll from an aftershock.

“Heat, clean her up,” Wire ordered. Heat undid his seatbelt, grabbed both of your legs and spun you so your legs were either side of his shoulders, ass hovering in the air, and your head in Killer's lap. You moaned and shook as he lapped hungrily at your overstimulated cunt, licking up all of your honey, plunging his tongue deep inside you and running it up your wet thighs. It was just as well the car windows were tinted as the ute pulled into the camp carpark, your thighs either side of Heat's face and your knees against the window behind him.

“Wire, stop here a second, I've got an idea,” Kid said quickly. You barely took notice of him leaving and running to the camp shop while Heat was eating you out, and Wire turned to pull your dress further up and your bra down, so your tits were exposed and being pushed up by the bra. He tugged on your nipples and gave them slight twists before smacking them, making you buck into Heat's face. Heat in turn whined against your cunt, the vibrations making you reply with your own whine. Kid returned to the car and Wire turned back to the steering wheel, continuing the drive back to the tents. Kid held a familiar key with a white tag, spinning it around his index finger.

“Got us somewhere to have some fun,” he smirked, “the shop's shutting soon so I paid extra to return the key tomorrow”

“Good thinking,” Wire mused, “we'll need some space. She was curious about my bag of toys”

“Heat!!!!” you suddenly cried out, your whole body convulsing, head digging into Killer's thighs as you gushed against Heat's face, panting hard as he released your legs and let you slide down so your ass was in his lap. His face was dripping with your cum and he licked his lips and smirked, his hands running all over your body.

“Good boy Heat,” Wire hummed, “I'm gonna have to give you a reward later”

You could feel Heat's dick twitch under your ass as he let out a low whine at the promise. The car came into park outside the tents and Killer helped you sit up and right your clothes, and Heat opened the door behind him so he could back out and pull you with him. He cradled you easily against him, your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist while he carried you around and the others gathered what they needed. Bags and towels in hand, Kid led the convoy to the spa buildings, Heat carrying you the whole way while you languidly licked and sucked on his neck, still dazed from your two impossibly hard orgasms.

Kid unlocked one of the spa rooms and held the door open for everyone else, Heat carrying you in and placing you on the wooden decking that surrounded the tub, which was just the right height for Heat's erection to press against your core. The two of you made out aggressively while the others settled in, Kid and Killer stripping and sliding into the tub, standing behind you on either side to undress you and grope you, forcing Heat away for a moment to pull your dress over your head. They each licked and kissed and touched whatever they could, making you moan into Heat's mouth and roll your hips against him, your legs still wrapped around him to pin him to you. Wire was busy pulling things out of his toy bag, and once satisfied with his choices he removed his shirt and shoes. Heat whined as Wire grabbed his hair hard and pulled him off you with significant force. You pouted, but his mouth was quickly replaced by the men behind you who took turns turning your head to force their tongue in your mouth.

“Settle in, sweetheart,” Wire smirked at you, holding Heat by his hair, head forced back while Wire's hand wrapped around his tattooed neck, “if I go too far for your comfort, use the colours, I don't want to make you uncomfortable. Rest assured though that I know Heat's limits well. I'll go easy on him for your sake though”

Kid and Killer pulled you backwards into the spa, settling you in Kid's lap, Killer's hand on the thigh that Kid's hand wasn't already on. “Warm my cock will you babe?” Kid whispered in your ear. You lifted yourself and sunk down on his cock, whining at the stretch. He made no move to thrust into you, and held you still with a strong arm around your waist to keep you from using him to get off.

Heat was forced to lean against the decking, his palms flat against it, looking you in the eye as Wire stripped his clothes from him indignantly. He took the piece of leather you'd seen earlier, running it over the curve of Heat's ass, before pulling his arm back and smacking it with a crack that echoed through the small, round room. Heat's eyes remained focused on you, but he let out a pleasured whimper. Kid grinned as you pussy clenched around him at the sound.

“Little slut liked that,” Kid smirked, “felt her pussy squeeze”

Wire grinned and smacked Heat's ass again, the tattooed man's focus faltering as he whined. Once again your pussy squeezed, and this time Kid made a groan of his own. After a series of ten hits, Heat's ass was bright red and bleeding slightly from broken blood vessels, but his cock was impressively swollen and hard.

“You gonna be good for me, pup?” Wire growled in Heat's ear, pulling his hair again.

“Yes master,” he replied in a well-practiced routine. Wire pulled him to stand upright, Heat now standing exposed and naked in the middle of the room while Wire grabbed ropes. He lazily tied a harness around Heat's torso that squeezed his already massive pecs, before pulling his arms behind his back and binding his forearms together. Wire made sure you had the best view the whole time, and you were transfixed by the skilled way he pulled and knotted ropes to make a beautiful, symmetrical harness. It was clear to you that Wire was an experienced hard dom, and by the other things laid out which included the muscle soothing balm and scissors for emergencies, you knew he knew what he was doing and that everyone was safe in this situation.

It was strangely calming yet erotic to watch him bind Heat. You'd been a rope bunny before but you'd never seen another man tied up, it was fascinating to watch the way Heat's dick would occasionally twitch, the way his eyes would close and his brows would furrow when Wire ran a soothing hand over his skin as he worked. He finished the harness, then he took a strip of leather and bundled Heat's hair up in a messy ponytail, securing it with the leather to keep it out of the way. You bit your lip, fuck Heat looked good like that. Naked, muscular, tattooed, his blue dreads in a ponytail, his torso bound in tight black ropes, his pierced cock hard and red with need.

As soon as he was done, Wire kicked the back of Heat's knees and used the back of the harness to guide him down so he wouldn't fall too hard. He walked to Heat's front, wrapping a hand around his neck, the thumb coming up to trace his lips. Heat chased it with his mouth, moaning as Wire slipped it in. He swapped to his middle and index, letting Heat suck on his fingers before he pulled his hair with his free hand and started to essentially finger fuck Heat's mouth. The tattooed man gagged on the long fingers, spit pouring from the corners of his mouth and dripping down his neck. Wire pried his mouth open and spat a fat glob into it, and Heat made a low whine, his dick visibly twitching as his jaw was forced shut again and he swallowed.

“Such a good dog,” Wire mused, “our dear [y/n] almost managed to swallow all of me, why don't you show her how it's done pup?”

“Wire?” You asked shyly.

“Yes sweetheart?” He turned his attention to you as he unfastened his pants and stroked his cock a few times.

“Don't waste any cum,” you smirked, “I want it all”

“In you or on you?” He asked, idly smacking Heat's face with his fat cock. Heat gave it kitten licks whenever it was close enough.

“On me, I wanna be drenched,” you replied with a lustful smile.

“Your wish is my command princess,” Wire grinned back, “be ready to hop out of the tub and come kneel when I tell you”

“Yes sir,” you smiled, leaning back against Kid, giving your hips a quick swivel to keep him semi-hard inside you.

“Open up pup,” Wire ordered. The second Heat's mouth opened, Wire's hands were in his hair, shoving his cock deep down Heat's throat. Heat gagged and his eyes watered, but he looked up at Wire with earnest as he was skull fucked. You were thoroughly impressed by how well he could take Wire's cock, a little jealous even. You found yourself idly rolling your hips on Kid's now fully erect cock, watching intently as Wire's dick disappeared in Heat's mouth, the bulge that moved in his throat, the drool and tears that ran down his cheeks and neck. Killer had one hand on your thigh, groping and rubbing it, his other hand languidly jerking himself off. You replaced his hand with your own, and he groaned and rested his head against the back of the tub as you resumed the languid pace he'd been using.

Every now and then Heat would be allowed air, though it usually came with a slap to the side of his face and a thumb prying his jaw back open. Wire's head was thrown back as he fucked Heat's mouth, groaning as he got close to cumming. “Princess, knees, now,” he ordered.

Kid and Killer helped lift you over the side of the tub and you quickly knelt, water dripping from your body and forming a puddle under you, your hand running between your legs and rubbing your clit. Wire pulled out of Heat, throwing him back a little, before grabbing your hair and jerking himself off over you. You ran your tongue over the sensitive head of his cock, tasting Heat's saliva, and a few moments later hot threads of cum were spilling out over your tongue and face, making you shudder with pleasure as the viscous fluid dripped. You gave it a small lick, but you didn't want to clean too much, just a taste.

“Thank you sir,” you smiled up at him. He gave you a playful slap to the side of your face before pulling Heat up to his knees.

“I think Heat deserves a reward, don't you?” Wire asked. You nodded and held out your tongue invitingly. You expected Wire to bring Heat close enough for you to blow him, but instead he pulled him in front of you, stood behind him, and started jerking him off. The pace Wire set was brutal, at the same time biting and sucking on Heat's neck, pulling and twisting his nipples and giving them hard slaps till the bound pecs were red and swollen. Heat was bucking into Wire's hand, letting out low whines and resting his head back against Wire's shoulder.

Kid and Killer had gotten out of the tub, sitting at the edge of the decking and continuing to languidly jerk themselves off, biding their time till they could have their turn playing with you. You were such a pretty picture, on your knees, fingering yourself, Wire's cum coating your face and spa water dripping down your body, your tongue lolled out, inviting Heat to frost you. They couldn't wait to see you dripping with their loads too.

Unable to restrain yourself, you crawled forward and took the end of Heat's cock in your mouth, sucking on it and running your tongue over the end, tasting his salty precum. He let out a long moan and Wire pulled him away just in time for Heat's cum to spurt violently over your face and chest, and you shuddered as the lewd notion of being covered in more than one man's cum put you over the edge and you clenched around your own fingers. You rubbed your face against Heat's cock, wiping the last drops of his cum onto your cheek so none would be wasted, giving him one last kitten lick as a thank you.

Wire ran his hand soothingly over Heat's stomach, holding him softer now. “Good pup, you did so good,” he looked to Kid and Killer as he started untying Heat's ropes, “your turn, I'm gonna take care of Heat, I better hear her screaming by the time I'm done”

Killer wasted no time in hooking his hands under your armpits and pulling you to your feet. “You want her mouth or cunt?” He asked Kid, wrapping his arms around your waist and walking you forward, his erection hard against your back.

“Mouth,” Kid replied, “I wanna see her cry while I fuck her throat”

Kid slid off the decking but leaned against it as Killer pushed your head down, forcing it towards the redheads cock as his other hand lined his cock up with your needy hole. Kid's hand wound tight in your hair and pulled you to his proud erection, and you gave it a few licks before taking it in your mouth, tasting the spa water and your own pussy on it. You put your hands either side of him against the decking for support as Killer sheathed himself in one fluid motion, forcing you deeper onto Kid's cock. You gagged and looked up at Kid, your eyes already watering as your lips stretched to their limit around the impressive girth.

Killer was ruthless as he fucked you, Kid holding your hair tight and matching his pace. Killer grabbed your arms and pinned them to your back, holding them with his large hands to keep you upright, additionally supported by Kid's hand in your hair as they fucked you hard from each side. After edging themselves while they watched Heat and Wire's show, they didn't need long to hit their peaks, and they both came with a groan. First Kid who pulled your mouth of him with a pop and dripped heavy globs of thick cum over your face, followed by Killer who coated your back with a violent spray of cum, with what seemed like an impossible amount of spurts.

Killer pulled you back to your feet and gave you a hard kiss, entirely unbothered by the cum all over your face, before urging you back to your knees. This time Wire had folded a towel, and placed it under your knees to protect them from the cement floor. Ready to go again, Heat and Wire practically presented you with their cocks, and you took one in each hand, alternating between which one you eagerly sucked on. Killer knelt behind you and bullied three fingers in your cunt, his other hand coming around your front and playing with your clit. At some point Kid regained his energy and stood over you as well, so now you had three cocks to alternate between, using your hands for two and your mouth for the other.

Killer was working hard on making you cum, but when he slipped a thumb in your ass you couldn't hold back any longer, and the splashes of your heavy squirting were audible to the whole room, the towel barely catching any of it and a good amount dripping down your thighs and making you shudder from the ticklish sensation. Killer cooed praises in your ear before pushing you further onto Wire's dick and standing to join the circle. Now you had issues, but the boys were patient as you alternated between them, rotating around you so you wouldn't have to twist too far to get a cock in your mouth.

Heat was the first to cum, quickly pulling your hand from his cock and kneeling behind you, cumming over your ass with a deep whine. Kid was next, pulling you off Killer's cock so he could force his in your mouth, making a few last thrusts before pulling out and painting your tits white. Kid's cum was so fucking thick, and there was so much of it, not a surprise considering the impressive size of his balls. He slapped your face with his softening cock before leaving you to Wire and Killer.

Wire was next, you'd been taking as much of his cock as you could, and he was impressed with how well you were doing, you'd clearly had a new determination set in you after watching Heat take him. He added to the mass of cum coating your face, running the tip against your throat to wipe off the last drops. He gave your cum covered tits a smack before forcing your face towards Killer.

Killer was long but far less girthy than the others, which made him easier to deep throat, and he cooed praises the whole time while he thrust into you before pulling out, taking a step back, and letting out another wide spray of cum. It splashed over your entire face and torso, you counted fourteen impressive spurts in total, and he left you absolutely drenched in cum. His thumb threaded in your mouth as he panted, and you sucked and licked it, looking up at him with a half lidded gaze and cum dripping from your chin.

Deciding he wasn't quite done yet, Heat knelt behind you, pushed your front down, and penetrated you with a hard thrust. He fucked you with a merciless pace you didn't think he was capable of that had you screaming and clawing at the cement floor. It didn't take long before your body was shaking and your eyes were rolling back, letting out a long, deep groan that reverberated through your chest as you saw stars. Heat made his finally erratic thrusts and came on your ass again, cum transfering to his front as he leaned forward against you to pant.

Wire knelt in front of you and gently took your chin in his hand, and you have him a fucked out smile. “All done, sweetheart?” He asked. All you could do was blearily nod back at him.

The four men took turns cleaning and massaging every inch of your body, wiping away all the cum, making sure your muscles weren't wound tight and that you were unhurt, and lifting you into the tub to sit in Killer's lap. You almost fell asleep while Killer rubbed your shoulders and Heat rubbed your feet, Kid and Wire sitting in the tub with their heads lolled back and their eyes closed.

“Fuck I'm gonna miss this,” you sighed.

“You could always just tell us where you're from, we could come visit,” Killer suggested.

“Not happening babe,” you replied with a yawn, “but if you ever see me on the street we'll call it fate and I'm all yours”

“Well, here's to fate then,” he replied hopefully.

Three months had passed since your camping trip. You'd ended up giving Heat your number, you were definitely the sweetest on him, and every now and then you'd exchange nudes. You kept it casual though and never exchanged locations.

Winter was well and truly settling in as you made your way to your local coffee shop, shivering as you entered, the little bell above the door ringing as it opened and shut. You were waiting in line to order, it was semi busy since it was a weekend, when you heard a familiar voice that sent a shiver through you, their face close enough to feel their breath on the back of your neck.

“Hey princess,” the sultry baritone purred. Your knees almost gave out as you turned and saw Killer, the other three boys right behind him. They gave you hungry grins, and you had the distinct feeling you wouldn't be walking straight tomorrow.

A/N: Thanks for all the love on this little mini series, I had a lot of fun writing it ❤ Hope yall like the ending hehe

[slytherinshua]

OKAY HEAR ME OUT ITS SO SO BASIC but i crave soul fluff :( imagine playing minecraft with him and i honestly feel like it could go two ways: either extremely cute n cozy OR chaos. mans destroying all of ur stuff.

BUT ALSO IM THINKING imagine just matching his vibe so well and speaking his silly alien language, not really caring about weird looks from others … n he’s just so :( i love him btw

actually yk how soul always makes those minecraft villager noises?? MY BROTHER DID THAT TOO WHEN HE WAS YOUNGER :( so actually this is kinda nostalgic... also i forget if my brothers ever did this to me when we were playing minecraft but i always played on creative anyway cause.... i hated dying 👹 warnings: soul explodes ur house ^_^ a lil cursing. wc: ~600.

“Once we get that flint and steel, we can finally go to the nether!” You said excitedly, making your way back to your house in the Minecraft world you had with your boyfriend, Soul. He loved to play in his free time, and luckily for him, you also enjoyed the game. It was a no-brainer that you two would play together. 

You had gotten decently far in your world. You had built a cute little house, with two cats: Kamden and Mackiah. Definitely not named after your boyfriend’s junior group members (yes, yes they were). 

You had just finished a very successful mining trip, which was the last thing you needed before you could finally reach the nether. You weren’t sure what your boyfriend was doing in the world; your best guess was either exploring a desert temple or an abandoned shipwreck. He always liked going on dangerous missions. 

There was nothing that could ruin your mood, though; everything was going exactly how you wanted.

Until you reached the door of your little house. And immediately you heard a soft little click, and then ensuing explosions.

Oh, you were so going to kill your boyfriend.

“What the fuck did you just do, Haku Shota?” You asked, your eye twitching at the ‘You Died!’ screen on your computer, the score displaying only a couple hundred digits. Your mind thought over what you had in your inventory; 3 diamonds from your mining trip, along with valuable loot from skeletons and zombies you had killed along the way. A nice supply of arrows and an extra bow, your iron tools all needing to be replaced after this.

But what pissed you off the most is your cats. How could he have killed Kamden and Mackiah just like that? Did your boyfriend have no heart? 

Soul knew he was partially fucked. It had been Theo’s stupid idea to pull a prank in your minecraft world, anyway. Maybe he could avoid the blame? Then again, he was the one who executed it. Using the skills that he had honed for hours playing the game, making an elaborate explosion completely hidden in your house with ease… just waiting for you to step on the pressure plate. 

And while your immediate reaction did make a satisfied and mischievous smile grow on your boyfriend’s face, it soon dropped. You never used his full name. Ever. Not even once. Suddenly Soul was a bit scared. You were going to extract revenge, no doubt. For the diamonds, and the loot, but mostly for the cats.

You put your laptop down, turning towards your boyfriend, staring incredulously at his blank expression. What was going through his little brain behind those thoughtless eyes? Was he enjoying your pain and agony, or was he regretting his actions?

“Theo.” He said suddenly, avoiding eye contact with you.

“Oh hell no. You are not gonna blame Theo for this, baby.” You were back to calling him baby— that was a positive sign. You grabbed his wrist, forcing him to face you as you cupped his cheeks.

“You’re going to rebuild my house, right? And get my cats back. And the diamonds. I want double the original amount. Double the size of the house, 4 cats, 6 diamonds. Got it?” You were determined, but Soul could still tell that you weren’t that upset with him. It barely took more than 5 seconds for you to calm down, especially when it was a harmless prank.

He made a slightly reluctant villager noise in response, agreeing to your terms. You grinned and pecked his lips before giving him one last warning.

“If I don’t get 4 cats then I’m quitting the world.” 

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[otakusheep15]

TWST x Pokemon AU

Honestly, this AU has been in my brain for months, but I only now decided to put it into words. Shout out to my bestie @cwairedasimp for helping me out!

Lowkey, this'll probably be a two-part series if I ever get around to the second part. In this version, I'll be focusing on an AU in which every dorm is a gym in a gym challenge. If I ever do the second part, that'll be what I think everyone's team would be if they were all trainers.

Thank you all so much for your patience, and I'm sorry for how long it took me to come back lol. Enjoy!

Gym 1: Ramshackle - Ghost

Ghost 1

Gastly

Ghost 2

Misdreavus

Ghost 3

Litwick

Duskull

Gym Gimmick: Hide-and-Seek

The Ramshackle Gym is rumored to be haunted, but you didn't think it was run by actual ghosts! Find the three ghosts that live here by inspecting statues, mirrors, and anything else you can find. But beware, for they tend to be rather miscevious and might try to scare you!

Gym 2: Heartslabyul - Fire

Ace

Pansear

Deuce

Growlithe

Cater

Fennekin

Trey

Torchic

Riddle

Charcadet

Flareon

Rapidash

Gym Gimmick: Ring of Roses

The Heartslabyul Gym consists of a large hedge maze filled with beautiful roses. You must find your way through to the center, battling gym members along the way. For each member you find and win against, they'll gift you a rose. Gather four roses, and you'll finish your ring of roses! Once you get to the center and present your ring to the gym leader, you'll be allowed to battle!

Gym 3: Savanaclaw - Fighting

Jack

Timburr

Ruggie

Scraggy

Leona

Paldean Tauros

Mienshao

Pangoro

Gym Gimmick: Brute Force Battle

The Savanaclaw Gym's gimmick is, well, that there is no gimmick! You battle the members and win, you get to challange the gym leader! Sounds easy enough, right? All you have to do is prove you're the toughest of the bunch!

Gym 4: Octavinelle - Water

Floyd

Quagsire

Wobbuffet

Jade

Chinchou

Swanna

Azul

Vaporeon

Tentacruel

Prinplup

Gym Gimmick: Rush Hour

The Octavinelle Gym is more than just a gym; it's also home to the famous Monstro Lounge! You happened to stop by during rush hour, so while you're here, you might as well help out! Wait on tables and take people's orders, and maybe you'll have a shot at challenging the gym leader. Oh, but do make sure to get all of your orders correct; we'd hate to have an angry customer on our hands.

Gym 5: Scarabia - Ground

Jamil

Marowak

Runerigus

Sanaconda

Kalim

Donphan

Hippowdon

Camerupt

Krokorok

Gym Gimmick: Party Panic

The Scarabia Gym is well-known for hosting lavish parties! Today, it seems that the gym leader got way too in over his head, so why don't you help him out? Help prepare food and decorate the gym, and you'll be rewarded with a battle!

Gym 6: Pomefiore - Poison

Epel

Nidorino

Varoom

Stunky

Rook

Gloom

Weepinbell

Hisuian Sneasel

Vil

Beedrill

Seviper

Venomoth

Fezandipiti

Gym Gimmick: Fairest of All

The Pomefiore Gym is known for it's beautiful fashion. Here, everyone must look their absolute best, including Pokemon. Using the tools provided, groom and dress your Pokemon in a style that will impress the gym leader. If he's impressed, he might consider a challange.

Gym 7: Ignihyde - Electric

Ortho

Luxray

Magneton

Pom-Pom Style Oricorio

Manectric

Idia

Rotom

Electrode

Electivire

Heliolisk

Ampharos

Gym Gimmick: Go Go Rotom!

The Ignihyde Gym loves a good game, so why don't you join them? In this game, you control Rotom, and your goal is to guide him through a game designed by the gym leader himself! Complete the game before the time runs out, and you'll get to battle the legendary game-maker!

Gym 8: Diasomnia - Fairy + Psychic

Sebek

Brozong

Dachsbun

Meowstic (male)

Grimmsnarl

Silver

Sylveon

Gallade

Meowstic (female)

Musharna

Lilia

Clefable

Tinkaton

Mawile

Swoobat

Malleus

Chimecho

Espeon

Malamar

Gothitelle

Togekiss

Gardevoir

Gym Gimmick: Mystic Minds

The Diasomnia Gym is full of mystery. Before you challange each member, they will ask you a riddle. Answer correctly, and you may be able to battle your way up to the elusive gym leader. Just make sure you take your time when answering, or else there will be consequences.

Elite Four + Champion: Staff

Sam

Spiritomb

Umbreon

Unknown

Dusknoir

Sableye

Vargas

Lucario

Machamp

Snorlax

Steelix

Garchomp

Trein

Aerodactyl

Tyrantrum

Parasect

Delcatty

Purugly

Crewel

Alolan Ninetales

Mightyena

Absol

Houndoom

Furfrou

Crowley

Honchkrow

Staraptor

Manibuzz

Bombirdier

Altaria

Corviknight

Not many challengers manage to make it this far. Each Elite Four member was hand-chosen by Crowley himself, and each comes with their own strong team. Defeat them, and you'll be able to take on the mysterious Champion himself. Isn't he so kind, allowing you this opportunity? Surely you won't dissapoint.