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moonlit goddess.... maybe jinshi is wondering why his dear maid continues to pull away from him... and maybe gao shun lets it slip that "they shouldn't have been close that day anyway".... and jinshi pesters him until he folds n explains.... IDK I JUST WANT A HAPPY ENDING FOR THOSE TWO :((((( (not forced ofc!! i jus love ur writing!)

Bridge the Gap.

✩࿐ summary: life and death really makes a girl wonder.

warning(s): idiots in love, chapters 61-65 manga spoilers, master/servant like relationship, description of near drowning, suggestive content, ambiguous ending. wc; 9.3k

pairing(s): jinshi/fem!reader.

a/n: tysm for reading my fics means the world to hear ppl actually enjoy them, anon!!! ;') i wasn't really going to make a 2nd part of moonlight goddess as i thought it was okay to leave off there, but i love jinshi sooo i'll take any excuse to write him. this was initially going to be a part 2 of clumsiness, but i figured my plans worked better with what you were envisioning! im not entirely sure how to feel about this, but i hope this lives up to the standards! i apologize for any mistakes, this was written mostly in the early mornings when i had time!

part i. m.list

"Are you sure I'm not hurting you?"

"Y/N, please, stop asking me that."

"Oh, yes. My apologies, Jinshi-sama. Sorry."

This were, admittedly, not going well. Both of you soaked, hair dripping, and standing in the cave behind a rapid waterfall, and a dull ache in your chest as you recovered. Partly your fault, partly the fault of some crazed marksman that was hiding in the forest, trying to slaughter Jinshi and, by proxy, you.

To understand how you two ended up in this situation, we would have to back up a bit.

"Oh? Y/N, I didn't know you'd be attending this as well?"

"It was a last minute switch with Suiren and I."

"You... enjoy these hunts?"

"I've done everything I could to avoid them in the years past."

Your lack of excitement was apparent and clear. It appeared to bring no ease of mind to Maomao who dragged her rather disgusted eyes from you towards Gaoshun. The older man just kept his attention on the moving scenery outside, a distant glaze over his eyes.

Maomao obviously wasn't optimistic. Just like you. You were almost proud that she had caught on so easily.

The sweltering heat outside seemed to seep into the carriage, cooking you alive in your rather formal wear. Something that you were spotted in far and few, having been years that you truly cleaned yourself prim and proper. You had been on the edge of declining even going when Jinshi, with a grin and a certain glitter in his eyes, had too happily informed you that it was a direct invitation from Shishou.

Your fate had been sealed.

Maomao peeked at you from the corner of her eye, head tilted, "Do you mind me asking why you avoided these events?"

You don't even spare her a glance, "I fear if I spoke my honest opinion, I'd stain Jinshi-sama's reputable name with my foul mouth." You reply flatly in return.

"Please don't." Gaoshun said softly from his seat, looking particularly tired.

You decided to ignore the slump of Maomao's shoulders as if disappointed by the swift interruption and decline on Gaoshun's part. Turning your eyes towards the shifting world outside.

It'd been exactly five months since Jinshi had danced under the moon and you came to the conclusion that any impure thoughts you held for your master would be safely tucked away in the back of your mind (and heart). Forever your secret. Only to be heard in your dreams and upon your death, when you repent for any ill thoughts to the Great Man above.

Everything had returned to its normal routine. You would get up in the morning, prepare breakfast alongside Suiren, eat, then proceed with any chores the woman gave you for the rest of the day, then repeat. Equally, your relationship (or lack thereof) with Jinshi had remained the same. Conversations filled with pleasantries. Simple things that had always lingered between the two of you since you were children. Pleasant and simple. As the world shall ever be.

It got a bit ruffled with Jinshi had cornered you and practically ordered that you come to the hunt instead of Suiren.

In the middle of scrubbing away at the floors, he had found you. Stood above you with that grin, “Y/N, you’re one of my most loyal servants, hm?” He’d begun with an inflection in his tone that made you horribly hesitant.

You had faltered in your scrubbing to stare up at him with confusion, “Uh…well, I suppose, Jinshi-sam’s.”

“Why don’t you join me for the Hunt this up coming week?”

Your had heart dropped. And, by the look Gaoshun had dawned, his had too. The Hunt, in your humble opinion, was a glorified weekend for the men in high positions to rub one off while killing animals. It wasn’t something you found interesting in or much grace. That’s why you had declined Suiren’s question on whether or not you’d like to take her place only three days prior. You had no interest in watching anyone, even Jinshi, size each other up while a defenseless animal bled.

“Jinshi-sama, I believe Suiren—“

Ever the gentleman, he had cut you off, “No worries, Suiren agreed to take over matters while you’re gone! She’s the sweetest, right?” He had appeared all to eager and all too himself for you to ignore.

So, with a heavy heart, you’d sighed, accepting defeat and his invitation.

Now, you would find your torture for a multiple day retreat with a bunch of men with their c—

The carriage came to an abrupt halt, bringing an unruly end to your thoughts as you all carefully exited and were greeted by the sunshine. The humid air heavy with the condensation of the area and already making a sweat appear on your brow. But, ever the lady, you pleasantly tuck your hands into your sleeves and follow behind Gaoshun and Basen.

You were a little surprised as Maomao stuck closely to your side; but not all too surprised to find her attention on your surroundings, vague surprise in her eyes. The area was as equally as beautiful as it was a burden to you.

The buildings weren't anything for you to revel at. Spending an entire lifetime within palaces and in buildings as equally or above standard to those, it just wasn't anything special. The nature surrounding the area, however, was something to stare in awe at. Lucious trees, beautiful grass, and beautiful array of plants and flowers. It almost made you regret all the time you had spent away from this place.

But it wasn't like you had the chance to truly return since the last time you were here. Nothing could bring back that little girl.

You deterred your thoughts away as Gaoshun slid the door open. Immediately, you were hit with a wave of heat that you made you tense up. It was apparent that you wouldn't find your much needed cool down you were desperate to find since you were confined in the carriage days prior.

You were the last to enter and when you did, you faltered at the sight before you.

Jinshi was sprawled across the couch, wisps of his dark hair framed his sweat glistened face, eyes closed in contempt. A small dent appeared between his eyebrows and a frown adorned his face. However, your attention was caught on a drop of sweat that made its way from his hairline, down his cheek, his jaw, his long slender neck, and past his— his collar.

His modesty was of no worry, apparently, as he laid with his robes parted open to reveal his chest. Itself was glistening with sweat. Delicate skin on showcase for all to see. It brought a soft blush to your cheeks, as you blatantly ogled him. Pressing your lips together to contain whatever thoughts you had about him from burst from your seams.

"Y/N," Jinshi's voice hit your ears, tender and smooth. You're suddenly hyperaware that he's staring at you with raised brows, lids peeked open to stare at you.

You straighten your back and offer a bow, "Jinshi-sama. Do you require anything?" You had to get it together. It was inappropriate to behave in such a scandalous way. "Request for ice? Tea?"

Jinshi shook his head, sitting up, "No, rather I'd like for you to rest after such a long journey."

You falter, your arms wavering from their position in front of your face, "Uh.... Wouldn't the room be more tolerable with some ice?" You spare a glance around the room and grimace. The windows are shut tight, only bits of sun peeking through the cracks. Basen looks rather miserable, but trying to appear his usual stern self. While Gaoshun and Maomao seem rather okay with showcasing their small discontent with the heat. A nice cube would help at least cool down a bit.

You also couldn't stand another second seeing Jinshi like that. As if he were some type of nymph testing your faith.

"Really, it's fine—" Jinshi attempted, but you were already turning on your heel.

"I will return with ice." You didn't miss the way Jinshi's face fell and his eyes cut to Gaoshun who shook his head in return.

Your fast paced adventure led you to the main hall, where people were moving in and out. Various officers and servants filled the area, finding their rooms or helping their masters and fellow officers to their own rooms. Everyone appeared to be feeling the heat as they wiped their brows. Much like you, they appeared to be attempting to defeat the heat.

You found your way towards an attendant who helped you get something situated for Kousen. Something that brought you both distaste and irritation. Something to be addressed at a later time.

Joy filled you as you turned around, ice would soon be in the room and you could crowd around it like it was a new lover.

As you were about to make your way back to the room, you ran into someone.

You were about to apologize when they whirled around and you let out an audibly sigh that conveyed your unwavering exhaustion for them.

"Hey, watch where— Oh, hey, " Lihaku blinked, kind face twisted up in vague recognition. “You’re that lady-in-waiting. What are you doing out here?”

“I’m on loan from Jinshi-sama,” you answered rather flatly, not missing the small frown accompanying the man’s face.

You were vaguely familiar with Lihaku. What with Maomao getting involved in the problems within the inner and rear palace, you were bound to make new acquaintances when she was dragging you around. Lihaku was the first one you had ran into. On orders to accompany the girl from Suiren, you had gotten to see her investigative skills firsthand. You were impressed, surely, when she had made the discovery about the potatoes. But the impression was overshadowed by Lihaku, who had spent the entire time chatting your ear off.

He was kind, handsome, and smart when it called for it. But you could tell that, like most officers, he had an airheaded vibe to him. One that deterred you from making things too complicated with him.

Friendly enough, and one of the few people that didn't seem to disinterest Maomao, you accepted his very vague and shadowed feature in your life.

"Well, that's nice of him." He said, clearly disinterested in where this conversation was going. "I'm glad to see a friendly face, though."

You offered a small smile, "As am I. Not many kind faces around here often."

"You can say that again." You hear a loud inhuman snort and a tug on your gown, taking a large step back, you look down. A large dog with drool leaking out from the sides of its mouth stared back at you. "Oh, hey, boy, no!"

"O-Oh my." You uttered, slightly breathless as you looked at the large beast.

Lihaku glanced at you, offering a withering smile, "Eh, sorry, he gets excited around new people— not a great trait in a dog like this, you would think, but he's a real gem. Just has his moments. Hey, now—"

Lihaku pulled out something metal and brought it to his lips, then blew. It emitted little to no sound, at least, any you could truly hear, making your perk up when the dog tilted his head and sat respectfully before the officer. He blew again and the dog laid. Again, and the dog stood on all fours.

You smiled softly, watching in wonder as it obeyed whatever silent orders it was getting from Lihaku.

"He's very smart." You observed as the dog sat down again.

"Right?" Lihaku beamed, "I can get him to come running from kilometers away if need be."

"Useful when you're in a bind."

"For sure!" Lihaku's demeanor reminded you of a proud father as he puffed his chest and looked distastefully towards the cages lined up outside. "He's real smart, yet they still want to use those birds in the end."

You didn't want to point out the various problems that could come with using a dog; as there were probably another list of various pros to actually use the dog. The hawks had been used for years and you doubt that some dogs would be taking their place any time soon. It'd probably be a long time before these arrogant men came to their senses and found better means. Despite dogs being loyal and determined to their cause, the hawk would always be chosen.

Or, the better alternative, they didn't do this hunt anymore.

But you knew that was a longshot.

It wasn't long after that you bid Lihaku a farewell and good luck on his duties, making your way back to the room. You exchanged pleasant smiles and greetings with familiar faces, but nothing that kept you from relaxing much longer.

When you returned to the room, everyone had found their own areas and activities to occupy themselves. Gaoshun and Basen were playing Go near the windows, Maomao was reclining on the floor where a sliver or air was flowing through (from where, you weren't completely sure). Jinshi was back to sitting on the couch, a book in his hands. Something that was quickly disregarded as you gently closed the door behind you.

"The ice should be up soon." You informed the room with a respectful bow.

Jinshi didn't look at all interested, "What took you so long?" It sounded like contempt. Irritation if you had to really dig. Something that made you falter.

You look up and see the pout on his lips— childish, as always. "Oh, I'm sorry, Jinshi-sama. I happened to run into a friend and got caught up in conversation." You apologized softly. The last thing you wanted to do was bring him more annoyance and disturbance.

He straightened considerably, "A friend?"

You didn't like the way it was spoken. A touch of disbelief was enough for you to eye him with your own distaste. Even if you and Lihaku were nothing more than strangers with vague familiarity with one another.

"Yes, a friend." You confirmed with thin lips. Despite your inner voice telling you to reign in your attitude, you upturn your nose and decide to join Maomao— whose eyes were shooting between the both of you with trepidation and vague sympathy. "He was being kind."

Jinshi huffed, "I didn't know you had any secret friends."

"Not a secret. Just don't find any time to speak about it with you, Jinshi-sama."

That made the man falter, a darkened shadow over his face. "I suppose." He frowned heavily now, squinting at you with something unreadable. "Who is this friend of yours?"

You, finding no reason to lie, continued on, "Officer Lihaku."

In an instant, three heads snapped to you with varying degrees of emotions. Maomao looked shocked, but welcomed the information with a shrug. Gaoshun looked pale and overwrought, for whatever reason you weren't entirely sure, but you had an itching feeling it had to do with Jinshi.

The same Jinshi that was now face down on the couch, letting out a miserable sound. Speaking into the fabric of it all, unintelligiable. But you swore you heard something along the lines of— "that second rate, again?!" As he continued to rant and cry.

With that, you decided it best to not involve yourself with whatever Jinshi was battling. You wouldn't win anyway.

You'd always hated Kousen-sama.

He almost always seemed to loom in the shadows. An masked man who held no personality or words of his own. Pleasantries offered out of necessity and not because that was simply the right thing to do. He was mysterious. He hardly appeared, but he was always there. A reminder for what things would return to one odd day. A symbol for exactly where your loyalties and master lied.

Kousen-sama was to always appear before others with his mask on. To avoid them seeing the ghastly sight of scars and blemishes that adorned his skin because of his sickness (whatever that may be) and spare him the indecency of stares. He was unmoving. Stone amongst he lively environment that ate away at their lunches and softly conversed with one another.

Prince. The respectable Kousen-sama. The great son of the empire. The brave prince against all odds.

Oh, how much you hate Kousen-sama.

But you still had woken up early to help him pin his hair back. To slip his robes on. To delicately place the mask on, fingering the bangs out through the slits to allow some type of familiarity. You were his confidant. His reliable and kind servant.

As always, you and Basen stood behind Kousen-sama with your backs straight and eyes ahead. A pleasant servant on loan and stern guard, you both were familiar faces against the unrecognizable figure in front of you. It reminded the people exactly who was before them. Exactly who had decided to grace their presence.

Still, it brought you discomfort.

You still eyed Gaoshun in the corner of you eye. The older man sat at the other end of the table. Maomao standing behind him with a distant look in her eyes, obviously not paying attention to the things happening around her. Not entirely surprising, but you felt the overwhelming urge to scold her for her lack in etiquette.

Oh, you're starting to think like Suiren, aren't you?

Suddenly, Basen is tensing up beside you and Kousen-sama is turning his head away from a scowling Shishou. Your eyes snap between the two with a scowl of your own. Whatever that man had said—

Kousen-sama's hand clenches. So tightly that his knuckles turn white and he shakes. You know something isn't right. You had missed something. Something so obvious and you were too concerned about Gaoshun.

The man stands from his chair, the legs loudly clattering against the tiled and stone floor. You watch uneasily as Kousen-sama raises, takes a moment to collect himself, then practically speeds away from the room. You don't waste a moment to bring your sleeve covered hands to your mouth and make your own exit.

As you pass a concerned Maomao and Gaoshun, you hear a barely uttered whisper from the girl— heat. Food.

You try to hide your confusion and worry as you follow behind your master.

It doesn't take you long to find him.

Down the path, up against a tree, the masked figure was hunched and obviously breathing heavily. You draw closer, outstretching a hand to gently press it against the large expanse of his back.

"Kousen-sama, are you quite alright?" You ask softly, hunching slightly to capture a glimpse of his eyes from that slit in the fabric.

When you do, you're almost breathless. His violet eyes are alight with something distant and scornful. Eyebrows furrowed as he meets your own gaze.

"Y/N...?" He sounded vaguely surprised under it all, breathless himself. As if he couldn't quite believe that you were here in front of him.

You nod once, reaching out and grabbing ahold of one of the ties keeping the mask all together. "I'm going to remove this. No one is around."

His hand is suddenly wrapped around your wrist. Not tight or unrelenting, but enough to make you freeze. Warm and clammy skin against your own to make you feel scorched. You don't need to see his entire face to know that his jaw was clenched now.

"I can't," he said in all his self-assuredness, "Someone might still come."

What a pain. You thought to yourself as you draw in a heavy breath.

You don't waste a second to slip under his arm, wrapping it around your shoulders and allowing him to lean most of his weight against you. "No worries, sir, I'll just find us some place where no one else is around."

You gently guide Kousen-sama from the line of trees and deep within it. Finding an oddly familiar path created within your mind to follow that takes you towards an overflowing waterfall. A loud crash of water hitting the rocks and body of water below that brought you a distant sense of comfort. The refreshing smell of the water hits your nostrils and you take a deep breath.

With Kousen-sama against you, you felt the sweltering heat hit you tenfold. But the mist from the waterfall brushed against your skin like a gently caress from an old lover.

This is it.

You stumble over to one of the few trees next to the waterfall and gently guide Kousen-sama to sit up against it. The man took a heavy breath and you finally felt a little at ease. Reaching forward, you moved to take the cloth off once again and then—

A loud thud and chunks of dirt hit your cheek.

You frowned, looking to the ground only a could feet away and saw a small crater. A sharp smell filled your senses and you stiffened. It was an unkind and almost putrid scent. The smoke from the small crater was the main cause.

"Eh—?"

You were suddenly cut off as Kousen-sama wrapped his arms around you, jerking you upwards and away from the tree. You would've basked in the way his body was pressed against your back or the way his fingers seemed to mold into your abdomen— you would've if it weren't for the loud crack in the air then the pieces of bark that flew through the air around you.

The tree that he had been pressed up against only moments ago was now split open with a piece of metal imbedded into the wood. It looked eerily similar to the same that had been in the ground moments ago.

"Is that a feifa?!" His voice pierced through your thoughts, oddly frantic and uneasy as he moved quickly from the tree and towards the river.

You glanced up at him and found him already staring down at you. Eyes narrowed and, if it weren't for the mask, his entire face would be scrunched up in that familiar distaste and panic. Yet he seemed eerily calm as he dragged you through the trees and into the water.

"Sorry, but this is gonna get a bit dramatic." His voice was soft against your head, warm breath caressing your hair as he wraps a protective arm around your head.

Your eyebrows raise, "Dramatic— WHAT?" You should've known his tone and choice of his words were a warning for what was to come, but you were still caught off guard.

He gave no indication that he was going to jump off the cliff.

"Jinshi, you goddamn idiot!"

You mustn't get ideas above your station.

The water was oddly clear. Even with the mix of the overflowing waterfall, under it all was peaceful and calm. Fishes and water like insects lived in harmony.

Cool and calm. Always.

You are there to serve your master.

The little boy's head burst from the water with a big grin, short hair flat against his head and dripping. The sun reflecting off his violet eyes and almost blinded the little girl curled up on the side shore. Her face set into a scowl, clothes drenched, and a looming unimpressed older man behind her.

"It's so nice out, why don't you come in!" Beckoned the boy from the water.

The little girl shot him a nasty look, "You know why, you jerk!"

The boy's grin faltered, tilting his head at his friend, "Eh? Why are you being mean?" His voice wavered on the ends, still just floating in the middle of the basin.

"I'm not mean! You're mean! You're the biggest meanie!" The little girl stood up to throw an accusatory finger at the boy, her sleeve heavy and uncomfortable as she moved.

The boy's face reddened, eyebrows scrunched together, "I'm not mean! You're mean!" He repeated.

"No, you are! You're the biggest meanie in the whole wide world!"

"No, you are!"

"You are! You pushed me into the water!"

"You are! You should swim!"

"I hope you drown, meanie!"

The boy's expression fell completely. A heartbroken glint in his eyes flooding them. His lips trembled. But, before he could do something like cry, he was already swimming deeper

Nothing less, nothing more.

"Now, now," a large hand rested on the little girl's shoulder and gently tugged her back, turning her around to face the man. He seemed to be trying to appear as tender as he could to try calm down the girl's high nerves. "No need to get angry."

"But, Gaoshun—" The little girl whined.

Gaoshun shook his head, patting her shoulder, "No, we don't argue. Try to forgive and forget, yeah?" He reminded the lessons that he'd attempted multiple times to teach the two children. "No reason to walk around with resentment for others, right?"

The little girl scoffed her shoe against the ground, a pout on her lips, "Do I have to, Gaoshun?" She knew what this would call for. Exactly how this would end for her.

The man heaved a sigh, nodding, "Yes, you do. Now, go reconcile. I'll wait here."

The girl faltered as the man raised to his full height, cupping his hands behind his back. She dragged her feet through the soft soil and found her way towards the boy once more. He was grasping onto the edge of the bank, sniffling and snorting. His shoulders shook and his face was stuffed into his arms.

The little girl frowned. "Um... Are you okay?"

The boy stiffened, not turning around as he answered, "No."

"I'm sorry, I said something real mean." The little girl uttered, stepping closer as she clutched her wet clothes. "I just... You pushed me into the water, I can't..."

"I thought you were my friend!" The little boy whirled around on her, face red and eyes filled with big tears. He looked enraged but incredibly disheartened. The girl blinks in return as the boy glares. "You say such mean things to me. Friends aren't supposed to be mean!"

The girl clenched her jaw, "You were mean to me first!" She accused.

The boy sniffled, wiping under his nose with his forearm. "You're my friend." He repeated as if that cleared up any anger.

Nothing more, nothing less.

The little girl slowly sat beside him, her feet dipping under the water. "It is nice." She whispered.

The little boy dragged his eyes upwards, looking hurt but hopeful. "Right?" he asked, equally as quiet.

"You're my friend too, Jinshi." The little girl nudge him with her leg.

Jinshi's eyes twinkled, wide and all too bright, "Really?"

"Really." The little girl confirmed with a toothless grin. "My friend forever and ever!"

Jinshi positively beamed, the water sloshing as he jumped happily. "Forever and ever, and ever!"

"And ever!"

"It's no longer... appropriate for you and Jinshi-sama to be friends."

"I don't... I don't understand. He's my friend."

"His mother no longer finds it appropriate for you to concern yourself with Jinshi."

"But, Gaoshun—"

"No, Y/N. It's over. Come along. Suiren has a present for you."

"He's.... He's my friend...."

"I'm so sorry."

You are to give your life to your master.

The woman paused, back pin straight, as she entered her master's office, finding him curled up in the corner, muttering nonsensically to himself. The guard of said master was watching on with a pitiful expression of his own, only breaking his eyes away when the woman entered the room. His expression only seemed to deepen.

She didn't need to ask. There was an unspoken understanding as to what their master's breakdown was regarding. The Apothecary. The one that had gotten the attention of everyone in the palace as of late. The one that had been causing her great grief as of late— and was about to create more.

"Jinshi-sama?" The woman called softly, stepping closer.

Jinshi's lifeless eyes continued to stare at the floor below him. A gentle rocking seeming to soothe himself from the rages of his mind. "I don't need anything, Y/N. Thank you, kindly." He uttered just as lifelessly.

The devoted servant's chest clenched. Her face flushed as she reached out a wavering hand. To place it delicately against his hunched back. To offer her best comforting words that she could. To distract him away from her.

Any inappropriate behavior will be punished, severely.

She faltered. This wasn't her place. This wasn't a part of her duties unless Jinshi said so. Inappropriate behavior wasn't called for. It will be punished severly.

Retracting her hand, she stands, and offers a respectful bow. "Please call me if you need anything, Jinshi-sama." And left him in his dark corner.

"Gaoshun, may I ask you something?"

"Of course, Jinshi-sama."

"You have been in my life for as long as I can remember. You remember more than I possibly could about my younger years. Whatever happened to cause me and Y/N to fall apart?"

"...."

"It had to be around the time I was eight that I noticed we were growing apart. Even now, I see it so clearly."

"It's been a long time, Jinshi-sama. You're no longer children."

"All the more reason to know, isn't it?"

"I don't know...."

"Gaoshun, nothing will come of it. I'm simply curious."

"..."

"I'm sorry to put you in this position. Please return to what you were doing."

"Jinshi-sama.... you might not like the truth..."

"I usually don't."

"Where to begin.... Before her eighth birthday—"

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"H....E—"

Everything felt so muffled. Faraway. Featherlight.

Was that a pressure against your chest? A thump that came into quick successions, then stopped. For something soft and ever so delicate to press against your lips?

Everything was distant. So far away from your grasp. From your state of being. As if you were already long gone from whatever reality you were in moments ago.

"H—"

It was almost like floating. A gentle sway and a crack.

A joyful gliding against the sky that soothed you away from worries and woes.

Thump. Thump. Lips.

Repeating endlessly. Happily. Wetly?

Thump. Thump. Lips.

You welcomed it. Whatever it was. Whatever kept the rhythm. The wonderful rhythm.

Thump. Thump. Lips.

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THUMP. THUM—

You shot up with a cough.

Your throat burned and head ached terribly. Your eyes almost felt like they were about to pop out of your head and roll away. You felt horrible.

It didn't help that you were drenched from head to toe either.

Beside you, there was a heavy and loud sigh of relief as he fell to his backside. He let a silence fall over you both as you recovered, hand pressed against your throat and heaving.

Jesus. Had you almost...

The thought alone almost made you sick.

"I'm sorry. I thought.... I didn't think you still couldn't swim." His voice was soft, barely heard over the waterfall. Kind and cautious, worried and terrified. Things that seeped from his tone as if it were bleeding out and bearing all its insides to you.

Exposing him to you.

You peeked over your loose strands of hair to glare viciously at him. "When would I have the time to learn to swim?" You shot back ruthlessly, not entirely caring from etiquette in this moment. "You've lost your mind."

"Right." Jinshi immediately agreed, almost looking fearful as he watched you.

You push yourself up and take in a deep breath, coughing slightly at the burn of your throat. Taking in your surroundings, you swore that this was that—

"Are you really alright?"

You glanced back at the man and found him still sat on the damp ground. His eyebrows are furrowed and a small frown on his lips as he stared up at you. It made you uncomfortable. To see such a glittering violet staring back at you earnestly. Honestly.

You instead clutch onto your dress, "Suiren is gonna kill me." You scoff, tugging the garments apart.

You could hear Jinshi sputter behind you. The gravel and dirt below him crunching as he probably scrambled up from his spot.

You spared a feeble look over your shoulder to find him with his eyes clenched slowed, hand covering your body from his gaze. You snap your gaze back around and tug the fabric a little too hard as you scoff.

You wouldn't deny the pang of hurt that clenched your chest.

"Don't worry, Jinshi-sama, you won't have to see my unruly body of mine for long. I just want to make sure Suiren doesn't slaughter me when we return."

"I— No, I'm just— okay." He finally muttered.

You are stripped down to your underthings, placing the dress and various pieces on the ground as delicately as you can to avoid too much dirt being stained into the fabric.

As you place the last bit of clothing down, you hear the flutter of fabric behind you.

Jinshi is a bright red, gently tossing his robe down behind him. His back is facing you and you know its for whatever mock sense of modesty he wants to give the both of you. You instinctively reach out and take his robe in your grasp, twisting it and squeezing it to watch out a fair amount of water drip out.

"You worry about mine later. Take care of your things first."

Yeah, right, You think as you twist it with an unrelenting grip. You are there to serve your master. It's one of the first things you learn. His needs came before your own. His needs were your needs.

Jinshi snatched the robe away and squeezed the fabric tight, an overflowing amount of water released from the cloth and into the ground.

Okay, so maybe he was better at it than you.

You nod, turning your attention towards your own garments and try to ignore the overwhelming feeling that you had eyes on your rear.

"So, um—" Jinshi cleared his throat when his eyes dragged away from you, cheeks a bright red. "What now?"

"Well, we could attempt at trying to swim back—"

"You can't swim."

"I was going to say that."

"Oh, sorry."

There's a soft silence between the both of you as you finish up. Gently redressing, you make your way towards the entrance of the cave, where the waterfall is blocking it from any negative eyes. You press your lips into a thin line and regard it bitterly. You remember this waterfall.... you could recall the times you whimsical pondered what it'd be like to ride down it like in those stories.

Jinshi had promised such when you both were too young and too dumb to realize how naïve dreams like that were.

You couldn't really judge that mini-you, for you had your own dreams of—

"Remember when Gaoshun first brought us here?"

You hadn't realized that Jinshi made his way over until he was standing beside you. Robes lose over his shoulders and tugging on his top layer. Violet eyes were watching the water as if it were a canvas of memories in the long distant past. Something to be admired and viewed with daisies and smiles. Not to be addressed as anything but good or amazing. Not to see the truth of it all.

You press your lips together, drawing in a heavy breath, "I remember you pushing me in the water and Gaoshun having to pull me out."

Jinshi's face screws up slightly, a faint blush on his features as he almost looks around with shame. "Right...." He straightens, "I'm sorry."

You blink, "Huh?"

Jinshi glances at you with a small smile, "I, uh, never really apologized back then. Made you apologize like you did something wrong." He explains weakly.

You raise an amused brow, "I told you I wished you would drown."

"I kinda deserved it!" Jinshi counters, his lips cracking into a grin. That charming grin he gets that makes your heart flutter. Make you hopeful for terrible and wistful. "I'm real sorry."

You smile softly, eyes kind and soft as you regard him, "I forgave you a long time, Jinshi-sama."

Jinshi's expression faltered, "Don't call me...." He trailed off awkwardly, turning his attention back to the unrelenting waterfall. You watched him for that moment. That split second where it looked like he was actually going to say something that would make you lightheaded. His jaw working and the muscle jumping as he seems to contemplate his next words.

Say anything and I'll cling to it, You think, watching his lips part, I always have. I always will.

"I'm surprised you were the one that followed me out. I thought the Apothecary might've done it."

You tense. That was certainly not what you expected him to say. Of all the things he could say? The Apothecary.

The waterfall in front of you is suddenly much too loud and violent. The cave seems to darken and your eyes drag from Jinshi to stare at your bare feet. Of course. Of course. Why wouldn't he want Maomao? Why had you even came here? Who were you to get between whatever silent signal he was trying to send to the other girl.

Him and Maomao. It was nicer than him and you. Jinshi and Y/n.

You straighten, pushing down any ill thoughts and heavy feelings into the dark pits of your chest and mind. "I apologize for the intrusion. I thought it'd make more sense for me to accompany you, Jinshi-sama."

"Why are you apologizing....?" He trailed off and then made a noise that sounded eerily similar to that of a caught man. "No, wait, I'm really glad that you're the one who came! Like really glad!"

"You don't have to spare me, Jinshi-sama. I'm a woman now, not a little girl."

"I'm not—" He visibly slumps, closing his eyes and trying to collect whatever thoughts he has and place them appropriately. He draws in a breath and faces you, looking oddly serious compared to his usual self. "I'm not trying to spare your feelings. I was just trying to say that— Well, it's not— I want you here, Y/n."

He's sparing your feelings. He's being kind. He doesn't actually want you there. You can't be friends.

You don't spare him a response. Instead, walking further into the cave. You raise your eyebrows, looking at the gaping hole above you where light and the sounds of nature filtered in. What could possibly get you both out of there...?

Whistle. Sit.

Of course. Him.

Jinshi sighs, "I spoke to Gaoshun before we—"

You place your fingers in the corner of your mouth and blow. A loud whistle bounces off the cave walls and out of the hole. You wait and hope to hear a bark or see the familiar tall man, but there's nothing.

"What are you doing?" Jinshi asks slowly, glancing between you and the hole above.

"Hello?" You cup your hands over your mouth and shout as loudly as you can. "Is anyone out there?"

Jinshi frowns, staring at you uneasily, "Y/n, please, we don't want to attract them this direction."

In the mess of almost drowning and seeing peeps of Jinshi's bare skin, you'd almost forgotten that you both had been chased down here by some violent assassin. Rather foolish, if you were honest.

You place the tips of your fingers against your lips and try to force the blush spreading across your cheeks off. "Sorry." You offer a bow of your head, despite the position you both find yourselves in.

You receive no response which causes you to peek at him. The stare that he's leveling you with doesn't bring you any type of comfort. It usually meant he was about to say something that—

"Hop on my back and see if you can reach up there."

—you wouldn't like.

Your eyebrows shot upwards and you stared at him with wide eyes. If Suiren was here and knew what he just proposed, she'd positively lose her mind. No matter how long she had known you— she'd think it improper. He was your boss and you were his lowly servant. To be in an position above him or treating him like a mat, it was...

It was simply ridiculous.

"But—"

"If you're the one below, you'll get crushed." He jabs a thumb over his shoulder. "Do it."

And that's how you ended up here. Legs wrapped around Jinshi's shoulders and heads, hand reaching out for the dirt above. You dig your fingers in and glance down at the man below you.

"Are you sure I'm not hurting you?"

Jinshi sighed for what seemed the hundredth time that day, his hand on your thigh squeezing gently. "Y/N, please stop asking me that."

You grimace, "My apologies, Jinshi-sama. Sorry." You shakily raise from your place, ignoring the soft and deep grunt Jinshi gives as you stand on his shoulders.

You dig your nails into the damp dirt and begin to tug yourself up.

This is it. Finally, you could get into the open forest once again. You're not going to be suffocated by his presence. Everything will return back to its rightful places—

You froze when it smacked you in the forehead.

You tried to keep calm as you felt the slimy breathing thing rest on your skin. Body tensed up and eyes staring widely at the bright sky above.

"Y/N?" Jinshi softly called, noticing the way you tensed.

"F—Frog." You utter, jaw clenched tight and you felt it shift as you take a deep breath. "A frog."

Jinshi blinked, looking up at you with his own wide eyes, "Hey, don't-don't freak out! Just shake your head and it'll hop off."

You shake a little, but follow his instructions. However, you may have overestimated the shake as you lose your grip on the dirt and begin to fall back.

"Hey!"

The tumble down is short and not all that hurtful, like you had been expecting. You had closed your eyes in anticipation, fear of having to watch the ground quickly approach too much for your tiny heart. You expected to feel the damp mud to be seeping into your clothes and little bits of stone and bark digging into your skin. However—

Nothing.

There was nothing except the soft silk under your fingers. The scent that resembled a sweet fruit, one that you had smelt quite often in the mornings. In the noons, the evenings, the nights, repeat. You knew that smell and that familiar beat against your own chest.

Peeking your eyes open, you find that Jinshi is already staring back at you. The first thing you notice is that you both are extremely close to one another. His breath fans against your dewy face, making goosebumps raise off your skin and a shiver sent down your spin. Next is his tender expression, Eyes gentle and twinkling. His expression isn't filled with pain or anything that would indicate that he was uncomfortable with the very short distance between you both. The last thing you notice is the fact that your body is pressed against his.

Your complexion flushes and you blink down at him.

He's warm. Incredibly warm. A sharp contrast to his damp clothes, which are open and pooling under his shoulder blades, revealing his bare chest to you. Your breath is ripped from you as you stare at the plump skin. You've seen it a million times. Every day as you help him get ready for the day. It should be normal. Should be something that doesn't make you lightheaded.

But it does.

He's right there. Right against you. You can feel his heartbeat ramming against his chest and into yours. You can feel every small breath he takes—as if hanging onto this moment with, what? Trepidation? Unease? You weren't entirely sure but you knew that you felt light.

Was it so bad that you felt nice in this moment? That this warmth was wrong? Was it so out of your reach that you simply couldn't imagine a man wanting to embrace you in a way?

You are to give your life to your master. Any inappropriate behavior will be punished, severely.

Yes. It was.

You clenched your jaw, ignoring the tender look in Jinshi's eyes as you try to bring your mind into the present.

The frog.

It wasn't anything that you wanted to touch, but Jinshi was your master. Your discomforts and fears must be pushed away for his sake and needs.

Reaching down, you feel for any signs of the frog. It wasn't large, but it wasn't entirely small either. It wouldn't be hard to find in all it's slimy and— There it is.

Your hand brushed it and you feel almost elated to find it. Your hand cupped around the bulge from Jinshi's robes. It feels much bigger than the average frog that'd been on your forehead. It was unmoving to, except for the small twitch it gives as you rest your palm down. You gripped it.

"Hng," Jinshi grunts, his eyes close. You're a little shocked as his hips shift, his hands at your hips dig into your flesh, almost too eager. You snap your eyes upward to his suddenly sweating and flushed face. "I-I'm sorry, but... but could you move your hand? It's making things, um, rather difficult."

Difficult?

You grip onto the twitching frog below you—

"U-Uh—" Jinshi moans in a deep and guttural way that would make anyone, especially you, malfunction. It doesn't help that his hands latch onto you harder, pressing you closer and releasing a stuttering breath against your ear.

Why was he squirming so much? Why was his face so red and dripping with sweat? Why was his chest heaving and his hands flexing around your skin? And why was this thing twitching and getting bigger in your hold....

Oh.

You are to give your life to your master. Any inappropriate behavior will be punished, severely.

You felt a little sick at your intrusion. At the gall. You couldn't believe yourself. You had violated one of the single rules you were ever given. You violated Jinshi's space. His entire being. You were to be punished and hated— ousted from your position.

Disgusted with yourself, you slowly stand up. Jinshi's softly panting from his position on the ground, running a hand through his mused hair.

"S-Sorry, I haven't— I'm a bit—" Jinshi's obviously embarassed and uncomfortable. Look what you've done. You've ruined it all. "Hey, where are you going?"

Before you could think much more as his hands grip your hips once again and pull you down.

You're sat on his his lap and you could feel it.

"J-Jinshi-sama, I'm so-I'm so sorry!" You tucked your head down, shaking with trembling lips.

Jinshi's hands fall to your thighs, limp, "Eh...?"

"What I did was truly inappropriate and-and I will take any and all punishment!"

"Punishment...?" He sounded terribly confused, still a bit breathless. You keep your head ducked and he remains unmoved. "Why would I... you're not getting punished."

"I give my life to you. Any inappropriate behavior will be punished." You repeated softly under your breath, tucking your hands against your face to hide away from his gaze. From the judgement and hatred. "It's only just."

There's a longstanding silence between the both of you and you're hopeful that he's coming to his senses. That you'd be released and freed. That you would finally accept the gap and space between them. To fall away, finally, to the shadows.

It was tarnished the moment Jinshi wraps your hands around your own, gently prying your hands away from your face.

He doesn't look vengeful or angered. No. No, he looks kind. As he always has been. Kind and considerate. Honest and open. He'd always been so...

He'd never really been angry with you. Not without sadness being overbearing. Always so quick to forgive you. To push everything away with a smile and crinkle of his eyes.

"Y/N..." His words are as soft as his expression.

Your hands shake, "Please... Please hate me." You pleaded quietly, pressing your forehead against his hands as if he were a monk to be begged to.

"I'm not going to punish you or... or anything of the sort. Why would you want that?"

You draw in a watery breath, shoulders shaking, "It's easier to let go that way." You admitted.

"Let go of what?"

"Of my love for you."

"What?!"

His shout echoed off the cave walls. Your humiliation and embarrassment was quick to follow once it bounced back at you. Made you flinch back and try to push yourself back from his lap. Why did you say anything? Fool. Disgusting fool.

"Hey, hey, hey," Jinshi's hands wrap around your wrists and tug you forward a bit. You refuse to meet his eye. You refuse to be humiliated and demeaned— "Don't do that. Don't close off."

You clench your jaw and try to push the humilation deep within you, taking a deep calming breath as you stared at his bare collar. "You're so kind and so... you. I'm sorry if I make you uncomfortable or disgusted, but I need to tell you. And then I would hope that you would let me go."

Jinshi's eyebrows shot up. "Let you go?"

You've been thinking about this for some time. That it all would be better if, in the end, you were to serve someone else. That you were pawned off for some soldier instead of this slow torture. This uncomfortable, unbearable tiptoeing.

"I would like for you to offer me to a soldier or anywhere else."

The reaction is instant. The way Jinshi's complexion darkens and he stares at you with wide eyes. He slumps into the damp ground and almost turns into putty. His hold on you slackens and gives you ample opportunity to move away. But you're frozen in your spot.

"Why would I do that?" Jinshi's voice is quiet, slow, "You're... You're mine."

A blush takes over your cheeks, "Jinshi-sama, It's not appropriate! I shouldn't be like this with you."

"What if I like it?"

You blink at him. "Huh?"

Jinshi leans forward, his thumb gently skirting against your skin. "What if I have some love for you too? What if I don't care about what's appropriate or follows the rules."

I would ask who you are. You were tempted to say but your mouth was clamped shut in shock. Following the rules had been completely him. He was put in his current position now to ensure the rules in the rear palace were being followed diligently. The thought that he would love someone like you when there were people like Maomao or princesses out there. People much more deserving of his devotion. It wasn't right.

As if sensing you're not believing him, he pulls away and presses his lips thin. "Okay, I'll convince you." He straightens up and takes a breath. "I spoke to Gaoshun not too long ago. Before we came here and I know everything now."

A pause. Everything. He knew everything now? Everything is so much. Everything is... well, everything. What exactly had Gaoshun told him?

"What's everything?"

"That my mother didn't want you around anymore. That Gaoshun told you that you weren't allowed around me anymore. That you stopped being my friend and became my employee."

Your stare up at Jinshi with wide eyes. "That's not...Us being friends wasn't right anymore."

Jinshi frowned, shaking his head and his hands slide up to your arms. "If I had my way, I would've had you by my side all that time. Not as some lady-in-waiting, but as my equal."

You shake your head, ignoring the erratic beating of your heart against your chest. "Don't say that. Don't say things you don't mean, Jinshi." You beg softly.

Jinshi reaches out, wrapping his hands around your own, pressing it against his chest. "I mean it with everything in me. If it were up to me, I wouldn't have ever been separated from you. Forget what my mother said." His words were sweet, tempting. They made you lightheaded. So did the sudden brightness and tender smile on his face. "That's the first time you've called me Jinshi since we were kids."

"What? I've always called you Jinshi."

"No, you've always called me Jinshi-sama."

"Oh."

You suppose you had.

"Jinshi," You utter, unsure of what else you both could say.

Jinshi's expression, if possible, softens further, leaning forward an inch. "Yes?" He whispers back just as softly.

Your eyes trail between his eyes before moving to his lips, parted and glistening, "Jinshi..."

Jinshi's hand slides up your thigh and his lips are ghosting against yours, "I'm here. I promise." He whispers before pressing your lips together delicately.

Your heart soars. Your hands shakily press against his cheeks, drawing closer as his own press your hips together. He's soft. He's tender. He's cautious and all encompassing. Filling your senses and making you lightheaded.

As you both part for a breath, he flips you onto your back. His hand grips the underside of your thigh and presses you close enough that he lets out a soft and broken sound.

His eyes are heavily lidded as he gazes down at you, lips pink. "I just want you. No one else. I promise." He utters.

You twist your hands into his hair, eyes fluttering. "You're it." You pass back.

His lips are back on yours. Wet and eager. This is sudden. Fast. But you've been waiting for so long. Had been clinging onto the smallest of things. Desperate to have this closeness that you had now. To feel his skin against yours. His breath mixing with your own. Everything him and everything you intertwined.

You just wanted to cherish this—

WOOF!

You and Jinshi both tense up, jumping. Looking over his shoulder, your eyes widen upon finding a familiar dog staring down at you both, wagging tail eager and happy to see you.

Jinshi's eyebrows furrow, "Huh...?"

There's not much warning before the dog is jumping down. Landing straight on Jinshi's back, causing the poor man to let out a pained sound. He's squishing you against the ground as the dog stands on his back, happily lapping his tongue against your cheek.

Vague disgust and disappointment wash over you, but you smile all the same. "Oh, boy!"

He barks again. A greeting you're sure.

Above, Lihaku and, surprisingly, Maomao appear. Both of them stare down at you with varying degrees of emotions. Lihaku looked excited and kinda like his dog, while Maomao.

Well, Maomao looked all too knowing.

"Well, you look rough!" Lihaku called down with a grin, "Glad to see you're not dead."

"As am I!" You huff out a laugh, then look to Maomao. "Hello, Xiaomao!"

"Hello." Maomao said flatly, she looked lower and her face screwed up distastefully. "Is Jinshi-sama okay?"

Lihaku then he spots his dog and slightly pales, letting out a sharp whistle. "C'mon, boy!"

The dog eagerly jumps off Jinshi, going to sit by your head and wag his tail. The man above you sighs in relief, pushing up off you. He sits up and you try not to focus on the bright blush on his face.

"Why did he do that?" The royal asks.

"Must've thought something was wrong." Lihaku rubs the back of his neck, frowning down at you both. "What... exactly where you two doing?"

You and Jinshi glance at one another, furious blushes flushing over you both. Despite anything that Jinshi said, there were things that you weren't allowed to do. Rules and laws that forbid something like this form happening the public eye. For a man like himself from being with a woman like you. A servant with a beautiful prince.

Protecting him was the priority.

"Nothing!" You shout back, ignoring the eyebrow raise that garnered from both Jinshi and Maomao.

Everything was better left alone. A secret between the both of you. To cherish and hold for however long it may need. You could deal with the anger and longing later.

#✩࿐ t writes #jinshi x reader #apothecary diaries #apothecary diaries x reader #jinshi #jinshi x y/n #jinshi x you #Kusuriya no Hitorigoto x reader #Kusuriya no Hitorigoto #request #anon

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jishyucks · 5 months ago

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⋆.˚ Twinkle, Twinkle ˚.⋆ — lmk (Teaser)

‣ pairing: mark lee x reader

‣ genre: fluff, friends-to-lovers

‣ current wc: 5.6k (so far), about 65% done, predicted 10k

‣ summary: The world is sick and tired of your and Mark’s inability to understand feelings. With a friendship that has lasted longer than you can count on your fingers and friends who can tell you’re both utterly in love with each other, the universe decides to make use of its different light forms to tip you both over the edge of friendship.

‣ warnings (so far): some cliches?, like one kms joke, mentions of alcohol, mentions of vomiting (cause of alcohol)

‣ an: this idea has been rotting in my drafts since like February and i finally got the motivation to write it yippeeee,,, tag list maybe? just ask!

Without light, it’d be awfully difficult to see (duh)

Mark’s bed was the 2nd most comfiest bed in the world, a close runner-up to your parents’.

His mother truly chose the perfect pillow for you to use, paired with a blanket that complimented it well. They both smelled like fresh laundry, an aroma you were familiar with because your best friend smelled exactly like this.

The clock on Mark’s nightstand reads 12:23 AM, moonlight pushing past his closed shutters to emit a bit of its light into his room. Its light does poorly, giving the glow-in-the-dark stars on Mark’s ceiling a chance to emerge through the darkness.

Your mind’s filled with thoughts of the conclusion of the movie you both had just watched—Tangled—and your younger self could not help but think…

“Mark?” you called out into the darkness, “Mark, are you awake?”

There’s shuffling in the space next to you and then you hear Mark hum, “I’m awake. Why?”

You hesitate to ask the question that’s been keeping your brain occupied ever since the credits started rolling. But knowing Mark, he wouldn’t take it the wrong way.

“Do you…”

You can barely see Mark’s head lift up to look at you in the darkness, bedhead creating a jagged outline.

“Do you think I’ll ever fall in love and get married like Rapunzel did in the movie?”

Your mind replays the clips of Rapunzel and Eugene underneath the lanterns, lights creating a scene you’ll never forget for the rest of your life.

Mark hums again, something that he did when he was deep in thought. Your question wasn’t too far-fetched. He’s overheard a lot of the other girls in his class talking about crushes they’ve had on other classmates or squealing over that one idol he couldn’t remember the name of. The only difference now was that these thoughts were coming out of you.

“Do you think you won’t?” Was Mark’s reply.

At the time, you really didn’t know what you were saying, barely having the knowledge to understand the deeper meaning of it all.

Love and marriage? You weren’t aware that you had skipped practically everything before that.

“I think so.”

Mark doesn’t reply for a long while, long enough to convince you that he had fallen asleep the second you answered his question. But when you feel the bed dip, you can make out that he is now sitting up and reaching for his lamp.

Click!

You let out a quiet hiss, squeezing your eyes shut because you’re suddenly blinded.

Mark snorts, “Sorry, I should’ve warned you.”

There’s movement on his end again, the blankets softly rustling. You’re not sure what Mark was trying to do, but once you finally open your eyes, the first thing you see in the lowly-lit room are his eyes shining back at you, mouth opened slightly because he was going to say something. He’s propped up on his elbows, crushing the barrier pillow between you both.

“Why’d you have to turn the light on?” You scoot yourself up to face your best friend.

Mark shrugs as chews on his bottom lip in search of words, “I just feel like it’ll mean more if you could see me saying it.”

“Saying what?”

“You’ll find your happily ever after,” Mark says seriously. You can tell just by the way he looked at you that he was serious. Not even a hint of kidding looming behind his pupils. You forget that Mark was such an optimist.

Your brows furrow, unsure whether or not you should take this boy seriously. “And how are you so sure about that?”

Mark’s eyes reflect the light coming from his lamp and he grins. It’s almost creepy the way he does, like he has something hidden up his sleeve.

“I just am.”

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reareaotaku · 1 year ago

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Sick, Sick, Sick

Summary: You and Mike have become really close and Eleven is seething with jealousy Pairings: Yandere! Mike Wheeler x Reader TW: Cheating?, Slight Angst

It kind of just happened; You and Mike getting close. You weren't trying to 'steal' him from Eleven, but that's how she was seeing it. When you thought about it, you guessed you could understand why she thought that.

You and Mike rarely had any conversation. Maybe the occasional 'Hello' or 'What's up?' but that was very rare. You were both paired for a project in your science class. It was a big project that was worth 65% of your overall grade. So, you two had begun to spend a lot of time together.

But nothing was going on. You were just hanging outside of school on the weekdays. It's not like you took up his time during school or weekends. Until, he did start hanging out with you on the weekend. 'I just want to get this project done quicker, so we have more free time.' You understood and part of you thought it was smart. But then things took a turn.

----

Mike saw this as the best thing that's ever happened to him. He has had a crush on you for years, since he was a kid. Sure, maybe he had a girlfriend, but she could never replace you in his heart. He knew it was wrong and shitty, but he couldn't help the way he felt whenever you were near.

He couldn't stop that light feeling in his stomach when he saw you. He couldn't help the way his cheeks would brighten when hearing you talk. He couldn't help the knots in his abdomen when thinking about you. The feelings were overwhelming and they were starting to get out of control. He knew that Eleven could see it, but for some reason it didn't bother him like he knew it was supposed to. There was actually a part of him that was hoping she'd break up with him.

Thankfully, that moment came sooner than later. He and Eleven were sitting in his room and he was putting some notebooks and such in a bag. She looked at him, confused, before questioning his eagerness to get away from her.

"What are you doing?"

He looks up at her, surprised. He had momentarily forgot she was in his room. He looks away for a brief moment, before looking back at her. "Uh, I'm going to Y/n's tonight for our project. Got to finish all the notes."

"You've been spending a lot of time with her, Y/n."

He looks up, pretending to think, "Huh... Yeah I guess I have. Haven't really thought about it."

She frowns, glaring at him as he continued to get his stuff together.

"You barely hang out with me anymore."

He finally looks at her, really looks at her, "It's a big project. It's worth over 60% of my grade-"

"You've never cared about your grades before."

He rolls his eyes, pushing a hand through his hair, "You're just jealous."

She scoffs, taken aback, "Excuse me?"

"You're jealous that I'm hanging out with a girl that's not you-"

"So what if I am? I'm your girlfriend."

"Yeah, well maybe if you're so jealous another girl hanging out with your boyfriend, maybe you should find a guy who doesn't hang out with girls."

"Are you breaking up with me?"

He frowns, pausing his movements, "No.... But- Maybe we should take a break."

Eleven frowns, rubbing her eyes to try and stop her from crying. "If that's what you want." She quickly stands up, before leaving his room and slamming his door.

----

"You and Eleven broke up?" You looked over the male, surprised. You had never thought they'd break up, because they were so close. They seemed like a perfect couple. Guess everything wasn't as it seemed.

"Yeah. Well, a break, but we all know that's just a nice way for breaking up."

"God, I can't believe it. You both were attached at the hip, especially a few years ago."

"Yeah...." He looks away, trying not to think about it. He didn't want to think about his crush on you. He had liked you when he first met you when he was 10. He remembered it so well; You were a new girl and he noticed you immediately, I mean how could he not? You were absolutely stunning and realizing this he knew you would never talk to him. He was a loser and you quickly fit in with the cooler kids.

"Hey, are you okay?"

He looks back at you, shaking his head, "Sorry did you say something?"

"The billboard, we need to put all the information on it and we should be done with this project."

Mike frowned when realizing your time together was about to come to an end. He liked being around you and without this project you would never even breath the same air as him, much less look at him.

"You know, when I first met you I thought you were mean."

"What?" He looked at you confused, as you put the billboard down and some markers. The bed dips under your weight and Mike can feel his stomach drop. "Mean? Me?"

You look over at him, blushing, before pushing some hair behind your ear, "Yeah. I thought you and your friends were so cool-"

"You thought WE were cool?" He scoots closer to you on the bed, his eyes widened as he points to himself, "Me?"

Your blush darkens, "Yeah. I wanted to talk to you, but I didn't think you'd want to talk to someone like me. I kinda thought you would think I'm... well... a dork."

"Someone like you? What?" He rubs his face and you can feel your ears darken in embarrassment, "We all thought you were so cool. We were-ARE losers."

"I don't think you're a loser."

He stops for a second, smiling at you, "Well- I don't think you're a dork."

You let out a chuckle, looking away from him, "Trust me, everyone thinks I'm a dork."

"Why would someone think you, the coolest person ever, are a dork?"

You blush, before getting off the bed and going under your bed, before pulling out a big box. "I hide this every time you come over."

He looks over at you confused, before you pull off the top. Inside are dozens of comic books that were in sealed bags. He goes to the floor, pulling out some of the comics, realizing some of them were collectibles.

"Oh my god? Is this the first issue if Batman?"

"It's signed by Bob Kane."

His eyes nearly bulge when seeing that it was indeed signed by the co-creator of Batman. "Oh, my god. This has to be the coolest thing in the world."

You blush, twirling a piece of your hair. "There's some other comics, like Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Daredevil, Some Marvel Comics and Teen Titans."

"Those aren't very girly comic books." He says it offhandly, not meaning anything by it, but when you don't respond he looks up at you, to see that you weren't looking at him and your face was downward.

"Yeah... That's kind of why I don't have them on display."

Mike is quick to backpaddle, "Oh, no! I didn't mean it like that. These are really cool. I've never met a girl that like comics."

"Well, it's not like girls can just walk in there." A shiver runs down your spine, "Those guys have never seen a girl." You shake your head, "We should probably get back to the project."

---

His eyes follow your every movement. You had been quiet since showing him your 'secret'. Though, Mike didn't think it was an embarrassing thing. In fact, he thought it made you cooler in his mind.

"So... Comics huh?"

You don't look at him, just continue to write on the billboard, as he finishes the notes, "Yeah..."

He hummed in thought and decided to ask, "Do you know about D&D?"

He saw you freeze out of the corner of his eyes, before you slowly turn to him.

"D&D? Dungeons and Dragons the RP game where you create characters and play in a fantasy world?"

"Yeah!" He lightens up, forgetting about his project and getting closer to you.

"Nope. Never heard of it...."

"Really? Hmm.... That's to bad."

"Why?"

"Well, it'd be nice to get a new face in our D&D Games-"

"You play D&D?"

"Of course-"

"God, you are such a nerd," You chuckle, covering your mouth.

"Well, you're a nerd, too."

"I've never played D&D before, though-"

"But, I bet you just haven't found anyone to play with."

"Well, I'm looking at an anyone now, aren't I?"

He smiles, practically nose to nose with you, "Yeah... Yeah, you are."

----

"And then she threw it on the floor and it blew out the floor," You laugh, shaking your head, as Mike listens intently.

The past two hours you both kept getting closer and closer, when you start whispering. It was as if you were both sharing secrets that only the two of you knew. It was like you were the only people in the world and Mike loved it.

"Oh? I bet your mother wasn't happy."

Your shoulders tighten, as you look away from him, your head leaning forward and you lean on Mike's shoulder. "She was livid. God, you should have seen it." You take your head off Mike's shoulder and you make eye contact with him.

You both stare at each other, before you both slowly lean in. You close your eyes as you feel his breath on your lips, nearly touching. It felt like a million years before he was finally on you, lightly kissing you. It felt like the graze of a feather, soft and silky. He pulls back, but only by a few inches, before kissing you again.

He couldn't believe that he was kissing you. He had liked you for so long and here he was, on your bed making out with you. If he told his younger self, he wouldn't believe it.

There's a loud smushing sound as your lips collide and mesh together. You feel his slender fingers grip your face as he continued to suck your face. As much as you were enjoying his lips on yours, your mind went towards El and you quickly pushed him off.

He looked at you confused, but before he could ask you what's wrong you ask him to leave.

"What?"

"Can you please leave?"

He's confused and he wants to ask you about it, but you aren't listening. You just keep telling him to leave. He's disappointed, but he listens and grabs his stuff. He wants to bash his head with a brick for his stupidity. He knows he fucked up, but he doesn't know exactly what it was.

You frown, still sitting on your bed, rubbing your face. You had no idea what you were supposed to do. Eleven already didn't like you and thought you were trying to steal her boyfriend and she wouldn't be happy if you had kissed Mike. Granted they were on break, as far as you knew, but you know you'd be mad. God, what were you going to do.

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leebitkitty · 1 year ago

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welcome back !! I've missed you sm 🤞

I'd like to ask for dom!jeongin x sub!gn!afab!reader with the prompts:

4: "you're not.. wearing anything under that.. are you?"

8: "you're sitting on my lap, we're friends and I'm hard, I'm sorry."

19: "I'm done being just roommates."

26: "it's late, shouldn't you be asleep?"

46: "fuck, I really need you right now."

48: "if you wanted me so bad you should've said it."

64: "you're driving me crazy right now, you jerk."

65: "I love you."

context: my idea was, jeongin living with his friends; he was crushing on reader and one night, he happens to be awake in the living room when reader goes for a glass of water, they see him; starts prompt 26 and for the rest I trust you <3

Hope its not too much, you can delete some prompts and adapt it as you want to !!

thank you so much for your time <3

– 🍥🍡 or 🍡🍥 Anon (can't remember, it's been a while 😭)

"i knew this would happen one day. us. together."

pairings: dom!jeongin x sub!gn!afab!reader

genre: tiniest bit of angst, smut

note: (its 🍥🍡!!) hi anon!! it has been a while lol i have missed you! i am going to remove prompt 19 since i have done that already😭 also this is like hella short.. and extremely rushed🥰🥰 anyways, please enjoy!

prompts:

4: "you're not.. wearing anything under that.. are you?"

8: "you're sitting on my lap, we're friends, and i'm hard. i'm sorry."

26: "it's late, shouldn't you be asleep?"

46: "fuck, i really need you right now."

48: "if you wanted me so bad you should've said it."

64: "you're driving me crazy right now, you jerk."

65: "i love you."

warnings: explicit sexual content, roomate!jeongin, exhibitionism(?) jeongin has friends over, unprotected sex (be careful), penetrative sex (p in v), cumming inside, unestablished relationship

minors do not interact

"hey y/n, could i invite my friends here for a sleepover?" jeongin calls from the living room, eyes still glued to the tv ever since the morning. "sleepover? yeah, sure, i mean it's your house too," you say from the kitchen, jeongins happy face immediately turning towards you, giving you a big grin as you feel your heart swell at how cute he looked in that moment. "thanks! we won't be too loud, and they'll probably just be in my room anyways," he continues, eyes focusing back to whatever show he was playing.

and that is how you ended up with 8 men in your house. not in his room like he said, but in your living room. hogging the tv at 9pm. to be honest, you were a bit upset at just how many people he had invited. you expected a few friends.. but definitely not 7 people. you sprint to jeongin, who was currently making snacks for everyone in the kitchen. "you didn't tell me you were inviting this many people!!" you whisper-scream. "and they're not even in your room!" you continue, so angry that steam could probably be seen coming out of your ears.

"reeeelaaaax y/n, c'mon. it's not even that many people! they're just having fun," jeongin slurred, obviously drunk out of his mind. you rolled your eyes and angrily stomped back to your room, slamming the door. why were you so angry? you honestly had no idea, and you felt mad at yourself for yelling (kinda) at jeongin when he was just having fun. you turned on the tv in your room to chase your thoughts away, falling asleep a couple hours later.

you wake up from a nightmare, drenched in sweat, your oversized shirt with nothing underneath clung to your body. you rub your eyes and look at the digital clock on your bedside table, reading 12:43pm. you fan yourself off for a bit before getting up off the bed and heading to the kitchen for a glass of water. you walk towards the kitchen, opening the refrigerator for some ice for your water. "hey, y/n," jeongin calls out from his spot on the couch. "holy sh-," you nearly yelp out. "you scared me to death, jeongin. it's late, shouldn't you be asleep?" you continue, pouring your water.

"didn't feel like sleeping. my head hurts from the alcohol," he says, scooting over the couch to give you room to sit down. you sit on the couch, turning on the tv as you think. this could possibly be the perfect chance to tell jeongin you like him, you think to yourself. you look at jeongin once more as you scoot closer to him, eventually straddling his lap. to his suprise, he looked up to you, eyes widened, resting his phone on his pants to give you his undivided attention.

"i really need to tell you something," you start, staring into his eyes. "i.. i like you. always have. ever since i met you, i really could not stop myself from constantly thinking about you. i know its a bad time to say that but-" jeongin is quick to suprise you by setting his finger on your lips, smirking but still with a fond look in his eye. "shh.. i know." he purrs. "w-wait. jeongin?" you question, feeling something poking you from his lap. you look down, suprised to see him hard. "you're sitting on my lap, we're friends and im hard. i'm sorry. but am i? i couldn't help it.. with you moving around so much and telling me how much you love me," he giggles menacingly.

jeongin looks down to find you slightly grinding yourself on his boner, seeing you close your eyes and breathe shakily. his eyes almost pop out of his sockets when he sees your glistening cunt peeking out of your shirt. "wait." he stops you, "you're not.. wearing anything under that.. are you?" jeongin faintly murmurs. "mmm, i had a feeling we'd start doing.. this." you whisper. "you little whore. if you wanted me so bad you should've said it," he annouces. "can i.. touch you there?" he asks, reaching out to your clit. "yes, please, i really really need you," you whisper, bringing jeongins hand under your shirt to lightly trace your arousal.

"do you like it when i touch you there, baby?" jeongin rasps, kissing your clavicle. "fuck, i really need you right now." you grind harder, whimpering in his presence. "shh.. not too loud. we don't want my friends to wake up and see you helplessy grinding on my lap like a little whore, do we?" he interjects, ironically touching you faster. "f-fuck, no.." you lightly groan, muffling your mouth into jeongins neck. "i'm.. i'm close, jeongin," you quietly whine, grinding faster. jeongin rips his hand away from your cunt, putting his wet fingers into his mouth, rolling his eyes back. you look up and groan from the sight, trying to withdraw from jeongins tight hold on your waist to chase your already ruined high.

"mmm.. you taste so sweet, don't you? i've always wondered how you'd taste," he muffles, fingers still in his mouth. "you're driving me crazy right now, you jerk," you mutter angrily, still trying to squirm away from jeongins grip. "ah ah ah.." jeongin smirks, "you're not going to get any pleasure by acting like a little brat," he firmly hisses, implying the last 3 words with a flick to your clit making you shiver. "would you rather i have you cum on my fingers or my dick? the choice is yours, baby." he says lowly, fondling with your tits under your shirt. "o-on your dick," you hush. "right answer," he pecks your lips, untying his sweatpants.

jeongin aligns with your cunt, both of you leaking like crazy. "can you be a good pup and ride me?" he asks gently, fingers tracing your lips. you nod, finally sinking jeongins cock in your hole. jeongin closes his eyes and lets the currently overwhelming pleasure take over him. "remember, we have to be quiet," he hushes, fingers playing with your shirt. you start moving, connecting your lips to jeongins neck leaving warm hickeys behind. you move faster, quiet whines leaving your throat. jeongin moves his hand to your mouth, silencing you from any loud noises. "fuck, you're doing so well," he strangles, lips pulled into a tight line, holding back his own moans. staying quiet was hard for him too, you thought.

"j-jeongin, i'm close," you say breathlessy, movements becoming sloppy and off-time. "relax, baby, i got you," jeongin sits up, thrusting up once, eventually pulling back out and thrusting into you again, setting his own pace. he keeps rutting into you, eventually touching your clit to get you to your high faster. you cum with a scrunched face, body shaking from the stimulation. jeongin feels you clenching onto him from overstimulation, cumming not much later.

you collapse on jeongin, both of your chests heaving, warm breaths fanning eachother. jeongin lifts his hand to pet your hair, calming you down.

"you make me so happy, y/n. i love you so much."

#this was so rushed #i hate it #skz smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids smut #stray kids x reader #yang jeongin smut #yang jeongin x reader #jeongin smut #skz imagines #yang jeongin imagines #skz x y/n #skz x reader #skz x you #stray kids x y/n

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beskarthief · 1 month ago

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Chapter 17 of the Star Wars fic "Order 65". The rest can be found here.

19 BBY, Coruscant, Coruscant Underworld

Rex stared up at Cody above him, the blaster still level with his face. He was wearing civvies, and was a little unsteady on his feet, but the barrel of the blaster didn’t waver.

“You didn’t survive.” Cody said again. “They put your name on the wall, Rex. There are records of the ship going down. I read them all. You died.”

“I made it off the ship.” Rex said, slowly pushing himself up onto his elbows. The blaster stayed where it was. “Barely. But I did. Commander Tano helped me.”

The blaster did waver then. “The Jedi are dead, Rex.”

“If you don’t think I’m alive, then why do you keep using my name?”

“You being alive and you being you are two different things.” Cody said, hand tightening on the blaster. “If you were going to arrest me, Stormtroopers would already be swarming this place. So you’re you. You’re just also dead.”

“And how does that work?”

“Simple. You’re not real.”

Rex’ heart clenched as he took in his friend’s disheveled appearance, really took it in, for the first time. The wobble in his step, the open door of the bar behind him, the stench of alcohol that wafted out into the street.

“How do I prove to you that I’m real?”

“You can start by not bringing up ghosts.” the blaster finally lowered, Cody’s hand falling to his side. He pushed the hair out of his face. It had gotten long enough to fall into his eyes.

“Commander Tano is alive.”

“Even if she was, she’s not a commander of anything, anymore.”

“It’s a sign of respect.”

“It’s a lie.” Cody leaned against the wall of the alley, staring at him with his head tilted to the side.

“I’m alive, and so is she.”

“Stop making things up. Better yet, just go away.” Cody pressed a hand to his temple.

Rex pushed himself to his feet, and when the blaster didn’t come up again, took a few steps towards his friend. He reached out a tentative hand and placed it on Cody’s shoulder. His brother jumped, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“I’m real, Cody. I’m alive, and so is she.” Rex said again.

And his brother’s eyes filled with tears. Rex had served most of his life alongside Cody. He’d always been one of the most put together people Rex knew; practical and grounded, able to put his emotions aside and get the job done. You had to be, to run a legion. You had to be able to bury the dead and move on, all in the same day.

And some part of that person was still in there, fighting to keep it all under wraps. Rex could see it. But still a single tear traveled slowly down his cheek.

“It’s really you?”

“It’s really me.” Rex affirmed, wrapping his arms around his brother. The blaster clattered from Cody’s hand as he hugged him back.

“It’s you. You’re real. You’re here” Cody said, quietly, into his shoulder.

“I’m here, brother.”

“How did you survive? I saw the holos of the ship going down-”

“Commander Tano is alive. We escaped together. She helped me with my chip, just like I’m going to help you with yours.”

Cody pulled away from him, confused. “Chip?”

“Inhibitor chips.” Rex explained. “We were all fitted with them. The Kaminoans did it. I don’t know why, or who ordered it, but that’s how they made us do it. How they made us turn against the Jedi.”

Cody stumbled away from him, nearly tripping on a broken bottle left lying in the alley. “What do you mean how they made us?”

“Couldn’t you feel it?” Rex’s fists clenched at the mere memory of it. “The way those words wormed their way into your head? Forced your body to move even as your mind refused? I would never have fired on Commander Tano, you would never have-” His eyes widened with realization. The booze, the layer of stubble covering his usually clean shaven face, the haunted look in his brother’s eyes.

The broken look.

You’re not real. You can start by not bringing up ghosts. The Jedi are dead, Rex.

“Cody, that wasn’t you.” Rex told him.

The bond between the clones and their Jedi generals had always been strong. Rex would have died for General Skywalker or Commander Tano in a heartbeat. The same way he would have for any of his men. They were some of the few outsiders that were like brothers to them. Their brothers and sisters in arms.

Rex couldn’t imagine what it would have felt like if he’d hurt Commander Skywalker. If he’d been the one to pull the trigger and-

But Cody had always been close with General Kenobi. Closer than he should have been, maybe. There were rules. Cody usually followed rules. He lived and breathed them. Or he had, anyway. Before all of this. But Rex had seen the way he looked at the General. If-

“That wasn’t you.” he repeated, but Cody just took another step back, shaking his head.

“Who else could it have been?”

“The Emperor. The Empire. Whoever was pulling the strings of this whole kriffing war. It was all for nothing, Cody. All the battles, all the deaths.” he reached out and took his brother by the shoulders, shaking him. “But it wasn’t you. Whatever happened, whatever you think you did, that wasn’t you.”

“What does it matter who it was?” Cody looked up at him, eyes wide and horrified, voice dropping low. “He’s dead.”

Rex squeezed his shoulder. He didn’t know what else to do. What to say.

Eventually Cody took a deep breath, shrugging him off and going to pick up his blaster from where it had fallen. He shoved it back into it’s holster. “If you’re right, and there is some way for them to… to control me again. Then let’s get it out.”

His hands were shaking. Rex didn’t mention it.

“Alright. Let’s go.”

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leclsrc · 2 years ago

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Hi! I just found your blog and am in LOVE! Congrats on 2000 followers by the way! You deserve them all and more, I'm a new follower so you're over 2000 now hehe~ Could I please request the 'hugs from behind' prompt with Charles Leclerc? It sounds so cute! I hope you're doing okay. Congratulations again! 😘❤️❤️

olive you – cl16

genre: fluff, 2k celebration, olive theory drabble

auds here... finishing out my drafts from the 2k celebration... i have like 65 more i have to filter thru lol... love u guys

Waves crash softly against the pebbly shore, salt filling your nose as you twirl pasta onto your fork. There is something so enchanting about Italy, something so romantic and unbridled, that keeps you alive and happy whenever you visit. Perhaps it’s the food, the locals, the souvenir shops, the signs reading alla spiaggia right by the summery coast.

You chew on your fettuccine, and watch as a fork slowly deposits olive segments onto your plate. Perhaps, then, it’s none of those things. Perhaps it’s him. “Mmm. Grazie,” you hum gratefully, mixing the olives into your pasta.

Like many routines, this came to fruition with years of habit. On your first date, at an Italian place in Monte Carlo, you’d gushed about how much you liked to eat olives. Charles had done the complete opposite—he couldn’t stand them, he droned. Not in pasta, not in martinis, not anywhere. So it came to be that he would buy you jars of olives or give you the little bits he found on his plate.

It wasn’t a big deal to either of you at first, but your friends thought it was just about the cutest idea in the world, the pinnacle of the opposites attract concept, the perfect balance. And every time you get together they ask Charles if he likes olives, and each time, he kisses your hair and murmurs never.

He loves to kiss your hair, your legs. Nobody has ever come that close, you tell him every time. Only the air, only the water, only my spritzes of perfume. Nobody.

—

“Martini?” Carlos asks.

“Oh, I—” Charles smiles dopily, shaking his head. “Olives, I don’t like them.”

“Took a shot with the order. Sorry, mate.” They shake hands, wait for the meeting to start, make small talk about work and the off season. Being back at Fiorano always gives Charles a daunting kind of feeling, one that typically quells once he catches sight of you. Carlos pauses, takes a sip from his cold drink, then, “Are you sure you don’t like olives?”

Being a relatively new close friend means Carlos hasn’t yet been privy to the olive theory that’s spanned years and continents. Charles nods, opening his mouth to explain why, and why this fact matters so much, then—

“When we got a 1-2 in Bahrain last year,” his teammate starts, “and we all got drunk, Isa didn’t let me have alcohol because she didn’t want to drive me home.” He laughs. “Anyway, I saw you eating olives. You had a little toothpick thing, picking out olives from the aperitivo.”

Charles’ heart pounds. “Huh? Well… I guess I wouldn’t… mind them.”

“Eugh.” Carlos grimaces. “Olives are shit. Isa thinks so, too.”

—

You’re busy at the stove cooking a half-assed meal when he wrestles himself through the flat entrance, following the smell of garlic and approaching you instantly from behind. His hug is intense, his lips latched onto your neck. He inhales your scent, comforted by the traces of your perfume, his own scent lingering on his polo that hugs your body.

“Don’t be mad,” he says thinly, half-muffled.

“I told you don’t get a tattoo of my face across your arm.”

“It’s not that,” he says, resigned. He pouts, and you turn to comfort him, fluffing his hair up. A rogue strand falls in front of his face and when you lean closer to brush it away, he takes the chance to kiss you.

You smile while you kiss. Whaaat? You ask into his lips, amused by his silence and shyness. He still is quiet, lips just resting on yours. You pull away, a bit more worried now.

“Charles.” Your hands find purchase on his arms, shoulders, then his face in your grip. He holds your hands there.

“I…” He pauses. “I think I—I like olives.”

You relax, and the smile that arrives at your lips is purely involuntary. You can’t help it. “So we both like them,” you say simply, with a smile. “We’ll have to work out a system where you don’t steal all my jars from me.”

What your goof boyfriend fails to realize, you think as he bends over the stove and helps you finish off the pasta (extra olives, this time) is the olive theory has never mattered to you. It was never about the olives. It was never about the jars.

If love was about anything—it’d always, always be Charles.

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ghostlyeris · 4 months ago

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three cheers for sweet revenge

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She thinks about him all summer.

She doesn’t want to. If she had her way, Oisín Hakinvar would be nothing more than a ghost to her. But despite her best efforts, Adaine can’t wrangle her thoughts into forgetting him.

Aelwyn’s barreling down the highway, going 90 in a 65. She would be worried if she wasn’t so used to Fig’s driving. At least Aelwyn hasn’t lit the car on fire because “it would look sick”. All she’s trying to do it outpace the Honda Civic in front of them that Aelwyn has declared her nemesis.

“Why are you so miserable?”

Adaine startles, slamming her head against the car window. Aelwyn’s cackle cuts through the air as she settles back down, rubbing her forehead. “Huh?” “You’ve been moping the entire trip.” She doesn’t need to look to hear the eye roll in her voice. “Honestly, I expected you to be more excited about killing mother.”

“I am!” And she means it. Adaine really is looking forward to killing that bitch.

“Then what is–” Aelwyn vaguely waves her hand in Adaine direction. “–this?”

“It’s nothing.” It’s not going to work. She knows before she says it; Aelwyn hunts down emotional vulnerabilities like a bloodhound, tearing through them like tissue paper. But it’s the principal of the matter. Can’t make it too easy on her.

Aelwyn snorts. “Nothing is the reason you’ve been sulking all summer?”

“Sure is.” Adaine slinks down further in her seat. “What else would it be?”

“Well…” Aelwyn starts, and Adaine can already hear the teasing coming. “If I had to hazard a guess, I would say it has something to do with the dragon-born that showed up on Mordred’s steps at the beginning of the summer.”

Busted.

Adaine slouches even further, folding in on herself. She tucks her knees beneath her chin and stares out at the smooth expanse of the highway.

“Seriously, what’s happening there?”

Adaine just groans.

She wishes she could explain. A tight little bundle of neatly packaged thoughts to describe what Oisín had done to her. But that would be too easy.

“I don’t know,” she mumbles into her knees.

“Adaine Abernant, not knowing something? Now that’s a first.”

She whines, low and quiet in the back of her throat. Adaine’s used to being thrown off kilter. Despite anxiety spiraling through every worst-case scenario, she doesn’t react well to surprises, even ones she predicts. But they usually don’t linger with her this long.

“He’s nothing,” she settles on. “No one.”

At least that’s what he should be.

“Awfully lot of thought to be putting into no one.” It is. Too much thought, in fact. “You know, I did hear that little spat the two of you had. It was rather impressive how you turned an apology into a screaming match.”

Adaine chuckles humorlessly. “Worried I’m going to steal your brand?”

“Hardly.” Aelwyn sniffs, slamming on the gas. “No one can out-bitch me. But you were making a solid attempt.”

“He deserves it.”

“I’m sure he does.”

Aelwyn loses focus for a moment as she swerves across three lanes of traffic. A car behind them blares on their horn, and Aelwyn flips them off in response. Despite her moping, Adaine smiles. Her sister is the worst. She loves her so much.

“That Prius is about to discover what a fifth-level spell to the face feels like,” Aelwyn grumbles. “Anyway, do you want me to kill him for you?” Adaine sputters, kneeing herself in the chin as she flails. “What? No, What? Don’t do that!” “Honestly Adaine, you’re impossible to please. Considering the insults you were hurling at him, I thought you would be eager for the opportunity.” She’s got a point. Those insults were particularly viscous. But still…“I don’t want him dead.”

“Don’t you?”

She has to think about it as the question stops her in her tracks. Adaine wants it to be easy; a clear answer either way. She wants to say no, say that she’s moved on from the pain and can live her life without the specter of some boy haunting her mind. She wants to say yes, say that she deserves to make him feel even an iota of the humiliation he inflicted on her before she kills him for good this time.

But it’s never that simple.

“Maybe,” she finally settles on. “I don’t know. He just. He makes it so hard to think.”

Chuckling, Aelwyn cuts off another car. “Crushes often do that. Or so I’ve been told. I’ve never been foolish enough to develop one.”

Foolish. Yeah. That’s the word for it. Adaine’s a fool, developing feelings for such a fucking tool.

(It takes some effort to quiet the part of her mind that whispers about her being the same style of jackass.)

“Yes, you’ve always been the superior one,” she sarcastically replies.

“I certainly am.”

Adaine rolls her eyes before falling back into silence. Aelwyn’s feeling polite enough to let her have the few moments.

“I want to want him dead,” she slowly starts to form the words. “I want to be mad at what he did I want to be mad at the flirting and the magic and the misdirect. I want to be mad because what he did was wrong.” Her voice cracks just a bit. “But I’m not. I’m just mad he did it to me.”

And that’s the crux of it all, wasn’t it? Behind all her intellect and morality that came up with her logical explanations to stay seething, her ego had been bruised. Wounded, even. And months later she still has not recovered.

Aelwyn nods absentmindedly, shifting the gear to pull off a move that is almost certainly illegal. “It’s awful when they’re clever, isn’t it. Hard to appreciate a good plan when it’s being enacted against you.”

Her sister’s perfectly manicured nails tap against the wheel. “So how are you going to humiliate him back?” Adaine blinks. “What?”

“He humiliated you, yes?” Aelwyn draws out the question like she’s speaking to a particularly slow middle-schooler. “And now he’s apologized so you can’t beat him up, but you’re still hurt. So humiliate him back.”

“I don’t want to humiliate him,” Adaine interjects.

Aelwyn raises one perfectly plucked eyebrow. “Don’t you?” “…Maybe.”

Aelwyn lets out a long-suffering sigh. “How about this? We’ll spend the rest of this drive brainstorming so I don’t vaporize the Ford Fiat that’s currently begging for it, and if we get back home and you don’t want to do it anymore, that’s also fine I suppose.”

She shoots Adaine a sadistic look. “So? What’s it going to be? Social assassination? Public humiliation? Magical misery? I’m always partial to a good old-fashioned public party failure, but I doubt you have the skills to pull that one off.”

Adaine freezes midway through forming a reply.

She means to tell Aelwyn off. Tell her to quit concocting cruel plans. But her brain’s stuck on something. Something magical.

In between all the anger and the awe as Fabian’s house started to rise, Adaine had looked. Really looked at the spell crafted into all those ping-pong balls. Not just at what it did, but how it did it, how Oisín gad rewritten the language of magic itself to cast the way he needed it to.

Adaine has always been good at languages.

Humiliation, huh? “Yeah. I think I have a few ideas.”

Oisín had stolen her pride. Let’s see how much he likes it when she steals his spell.

#new fic just dropped baby lets go!!!!#oisaine #adaine abernant #aelwyn abernant #fantasy high #fhjy #my writing

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 2 years ago

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i don't much know tmc so i hope this makes sense, but 65 for adam and jonah and friendly alternate reader? maybe it goes the way you laid out in your original post, where the events of volume 2 make them distrust reader briefly and the fic is set in the aftermath?

Good idea! Also this is slightly different from how I wrote those hcs, but the general idea is still there!

65) "I didn't mean it...please forgive me."

.......

While waiting for your human friends to finish their investigation inside the house, you remained in the van that you all arrived in, trying your best to remain patient.

You would have much rather accompanied them, knowing of the dangers present....however the fragile trust you've formed with the two was close to shattering.

Preacher arrived without any warning on the second night, and you caught her whispering things to Adam while he was trying to get some sleep. Jonah was wide awake and had the misfortune of seeing her face-to-face before he hid somewhere, allowing you to confront her.

Although you succeeded in driving her off by pretending that they were your victims to claim, he wildly misinterpreted your actions and believed you summoned her here to kill them both. He didn't believe your ruse for a second, as he freaked out on you and demanded you to get out.

In fear of triggering a panic attack in the already frightened boy, you just quietly left, but stayed inside the van to ensure that no other Alternates could interfere with the radio signal or hijack it.

Yet as the minutes dragged on, you grew more and more worried about their well being.

Preacher easily believed your lie--considering Alternates were master manipulators--so she won't be coming back anytime soon...but you didn't like the thought of leaving those two all by themselves.

Sometime later you saw the front door open, and you teleported out of the van, finding Jonah standing there. He appeared unharmed, much to your relief.

However that's when you noticed only he emerged from the house..Adam was nowhere in sight.

"Jonah, are you alright? Where's Adam?"

"Th-The basement door opened..and he wanted to check it out. I-I told him not to, but he wouldn't listen!" He panicked, before he suddenly fell silent as his expression turned to a hateful scowl--aimed at you. "I bet you opened it, didn't you? Or was it your freaky lady friend?"

"That was neither my doing nor hers. And she's not my "lady friend"." You huffed, wishing he'd stop accusing you. "Why did you leave him all alone in there? It's too dangerous."

"He doesn't know the first thing about "danger". You don't think I've been trying to tell him these ghost hunts are gonna get us killed one day?! It's like he doesn't even hear me! We both know his mom is dead and he's looking for something that's not actually there..but god forbid I ever tell him that. I'm just sick of him getting pissed off at me for wanting to fucking live."

"I understand your frustration, but..leaving him behind is not the solution here." You tried to reason with him. "To my knowledge that's not how friends should treat each other, even if they-"

"I'm not sure if I even see him as my "friend" anymore." He scoffed, hugging himself as the air grew chillier. "He literally screamed at me to leave, [y/n]. So that's what I'm doing. I don't give a shit about him or the fame or the money anymore. I'm done. I'm going back home. Alone."

Hoping to put this conversation to rest, Jonah stormed past you and hopped into the driver's seat, trying to start the engine...but it wasn't turning on at all.

He tried hotwiring it as well--to no avail.

"Shit, [y/n]..are you doing this?" He glanced at you, annoyed. "Are you screwing with the transmission?"

"........."

"C'mon, I'm not in the mood for-"

"We cannot leave him behind, child." You insisted. As much as you hated to anger your friend, this was the only way he'll listen. "Is this truly how you wish to end things between you two?"

"I'm not a child, I'm a grown ass man. And I've made my choice, and he made his."

"It doesn't have to be that way. I can still help you both-"

"If you're so insistent on "helping" me, you'll let me start this goddamn car and stay out of my life!!" Jonah slammed his hands on the steering wheel, but unfortunately for him, you weren't about to give into his childish tantrum.

"The only way I can help you is by NOT letting you leave." You shook your head, trying to stay calm and logical. "There is no running away anymore, Jonah. If the others realize you are all by yourself...they will come for you, including him."

"...wait, how do you know he'll show up?" He blinked.

"Because...I've known him since our creation. I'm aware of his patterns. Your government calls him Intruder, children call him Stanley....we call him Six. His connection with technology knows no boundaries, including radios and GPS, so it's imperative that I'm here to stop him from- "

"Oh, so you've been bffs with that child kidnapper since the dawn of time...and you're telling me he could've been fucking eavesdropping on all our conversations regarding BPS?!!"

"I.." For a moment you tensed up, realizing you may have said too much. "No, Jonah. That's not what-"

"Damn, I wish I knew all of that before we decided to trust you." Tears welled up in his eyes again, threatening to spill over. "Adam never should've let you come along. I told him he was making a huge mistake letting you out of that TV..and guess who was right?!!"

Your nonexistent heart sunk slightly at his words.

"Jonah, please calm down. You're not thinking-"

You tried setting a comforting hand on his shoulder, but he violently smacked it away before your claws could even graze his jacket.

"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!! You're all the same....you're a bunch of heartless, lying, demonic bastards who destroyed our lives and made our loved ones kill themselves!!" He choked out. "You've taken everything from us...a-and if it weren't for you....THEN MAYBE ADAM WOULD STILL BE ALIVE RIGHT NOW!!"

You physically flinched at his screaming, having never seen a human look so enraged...yet sorrowful at the same time. The emotions emanating from him were quite powerful, and when he stopped to take several deep breaths, you needed a moment to absorb them all.

But seeing as you didn't immediately leave, Jonah felt his resolve completely crumble as he gritted his teeth together, trying to stop his sobs from escaping..only for them to come out as small hiccups and gasps.

"J-Just stop pretending to care, alright? Go and...a-and leave me be." Tears streaked down his face as he clutched the steering wheel with trembling hands, laying his head on it as he tried muffling his sobs.

He felt like he just gave himself M.A.D with how badly he felt like dying right now.

Although you were initially stunned by his emotions going from one extreme to the other so quickly, you snapped out your shock and frowned slightly at his distraught state.

'He's so young...and has gone through far too much...'

You gently reached over to set your hand on his back, feeling his entire body trembling beneath your fingertips. Surprisingly enough, he didn't shove your comfort away this time as he was too busy scrubbing away his tears.

You understood that he didn't actually mean those hurtful things. He just needed to lash out after all the stress of these past few nights, and you so happened to be the closest person--whose species is the very cause of his anxieties.

"[Y/n]..I-I..I know you're not like the others. It's just...I'm so lost and I'm so fucking scared to lose one more friend...!" His voice cracked. "I-I don't wanna lose him.."

"I know, my little fish.." You soothed. "I know your heart and mind are deeply troubled. I know you're very afraid...but rest assure, I will not let anything bad happen to either of you. Whatever you think of my kind is fine, but please understand that I would never pretend to care for your safety. It is...my purpose to protect you both from their evil ways."

"..a-according to who?"

"Me. Not my "Savior" or anybody else." Taking your hand off his back, you stepped away as he finally looked up at you. His eyes were wet and tinted red from crying so hard, but through blurred vision he could see you offering your hand. "Come, let us seek out Adam. I sense he is still alive."

With a small nod, Jonah grasped your hand so you could help him out of the van, though as soon as you let him go....he hugged you unexpectedly.

You blinked, looking down at him in confusion. "Jonah? Is everything okay?"

"Y-Yeah, I...I'm just sorry about what I said to you." He sniffled quietly, his forehead pressed to your chest. "I didn't mean it..please forgive me. You know how I tend to say stupid shit when I'm scared and-"

"You needn't justify yourself, my friend. I absolve you." You smiled as you patted his head. "I have gotten worse insults in my lifetime, so they don't affect me as much."

"Good to know. Also...why did you call me "little fish"? I don't hate it or anything, but I was wondering."

"Ah, because you remind me of some...old friends, we'll say. Were you ever told the story of Jonah and the Whale?"

"...uh-"

"What ever happened to "I won't be here to confirm that"?"

The moment was cut short as Jonah suddenly let you go, looking back to see Adam emerge from the house completely unharmed. He had the camcorder and other equipment in his arms, and an annoyed expression on his face.

As he approached the van, he stopped short upon seeing the other male, blinking in bewilderment. "Were you crying?"

"..n-no, it's the allergies. I told you it's that damn cat's fault.." After making a point to wipe his eyes, Jonah shoved his hands into his pockets. "So um...what did you find in that basement?"

"Just an old TV. And you're right about that cat..it was actually an Alternate. But I got some other good footage, so I'm ready to bail."

"What about staying-?"

"We'll tell the lady we stayed all three nights." Adam shrugged. "It's not like she'll know."

"Oh, so now you listen?"

"....look, this shit's getting heavy. So if you don't mind-"

"I'll help." You spoke up, disliking this growing tension in the air as you took the heavier equipment away from Adam and loaded up the van with it.

But still, you refused to allow it to start, and Jonah knew exactly why.

He couldn't just act like he didn't have that huge fight with his friend only a short time ago, so they both talked for a few minutes, apologizing to one another and hugging it out.

When they heard the engine crank on, they immediately rushed towards the van...only to see you sitting behind the wheel, much to their confusion.

They didn't know Alternates could drive.

"You kids had a rough few nights. I'll take us wherever you desire to go." You offered.

"Jeez, since when did we have our own chaperone?" Adam rolled his eyes, but opted to climb into the back while Jonah called shotgun. "I guess we owe you an apology too, right?"

"Well..Jonah and I talked it out already, but I forgive you both."

"Yeah...I still feel like shit, though."

"Dude," the brunette huffed. "What did you say to them?"

Jonah opened his mouth to speak, but thought better of it as he didn't wanna bring up the harsh words he said out of frustration and anxiety. Instead he just shook his head. "I-It doesn't matter. Let's just get outta here and go for some pizza."

"I would very much like that." You agreed, backing out of the driveway and heading down the main road.

"And....as thanks for putting up with our bullshit, we'll let you pick the toppings this time."

"What?!" Adam's jaw dropped, but your smile only grew, and he had no choice but to relent.

It was certainly something to think about on the way to the pizza shop you all knew and loved.

#leave it to alternate y/n to break the canon /ref #clanask #anonymous #mandela catalogue x reader #the mandela catalogue x reader #tmc x reader #alternate reader #alternate y/n #adam murray #jonah marshall #platonic #hurt/comfort #angst/horror prompt

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joesheistyy · 2 years ago

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Cold Feet

two lil blurbs :)

The chilly Cincinnati weather wasn't welcome when it came to you. While you preferred to be cold, you didn't mean THIS cold.

It was a chilly Sunday evening in the off season and you and Joe were spending it on the couch. Could he afford to turn up the heat? Yes. Was he raised to keep it cool even in the winter? Also yes.

The house was kept at a brisk 65 degrees. If it were that way during the warm months, you'd love it. But when it was 28 degrees outside? Absolutely not.

You had been up and around the kitchen, gathering snacks and drinks to have a small movie night. The hardwood floor felt like you were walking on ice, even when wearing socks. Your XL nike crewneck and Christmas plaid pajama pants clad your body. Your bare feet were freezing.

After you placed a bowl of popcorn and two Angry Orchards on the coffee table, you grabbed your favorite cozy blanket. Joe was sitting on the middle cushion of the couch. You were most comfortable when your back was against the arm rest and your legs were draped over Joe's lap.

You sat down, throwing the blanket over your body. Your knees were propped up as you tucked your feet under Joe's thighs.

"Jesus Christ y/n, your feet are so fucking cold," Joe whined as he felt your icicle feet through his sweats.

"Yeah cause someone won't turn up the heat," you replied sassily.

"Can't you just put on socks?" he responded, growing an attitude.

"I mean yes, but that's a lot of work and your thighs are warm," you stated simply with a shrug.

"y/l/n, just put on some damn socks,"

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Spring was just around the corner, but you were in the staple midwest second winter phase. The day had been nice and in the mid 50's. You spent your day in the sunlight of the window on the couch reading your favorite book.

As the day progressed and the sun went down, the wind made the nice evening turn brisk. Joe had been out training most of the day, so he had become acclimated to the outdoor weather.

The house stayed cool and you moved away from the window that let in a slight draft. Joe arrived home after dinner time having eaten with the team at the stadium. You cooked yourself a bowl of tortellini with sautéed spinach and a glass of wine. The boiling water helped to heat up the kitchen a bit.

After Joe's arrival home, he made his way upstairs to take a hot shower. You both were in the mood to go to bed early.

Keeping the house cool at night was the right way to go for Joe to get a good night's sleep. Most of the time you could handle it because Joe was your own personal furnace, but some nights, your feet were too cold to sleep.

After you both had done your night time routines, you climbed under the blankets. Joe was partially sat up while he checked his phone one more time before bed. You, however, were all snuggled in.

"Joey lay down, I'm cold," you whined and tugged at his arm.

"Fine fine, c'mere you little icicle," he said as he plugged in his phone and turned off his bedside lamp.

After a couple minutes of snuggles, Joe turned away to face the wall, the way he normally sleeps.

You were still cold, especially once Joe turned over. His breaths evened out and you knew he was sleeping. Disrupting his sleep was something you hated to do, but you needed his warmth. He knew that if your feet were cold, you couldn't sleep.

You mischievously tucked your feet in-between his calfs. He stirred a bit, letting out a string of curse words as he felt your cold feet.

"Babe, put on some socks or something," Joe spoke, still half asleep.

"But you know I hate sleeping with socks on, and you're just so warm," you said as you snuggled yourself into his back.

"Fine, but this won't happen next time," Joe said before falling back asleep.

You smiled into his back, slowly but surely starting to warm up.

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My house is freezing so I came up with these lil ideas! I hope y’all enjoyed!! <3 much love

#joe burrow #bengals quarterback #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow fic #joe sheisty #bengals #nfl imagine #nfl #joe burrow blurb #joe burrow x reader

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wandafiction · 7 months ago

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You Don't Get It - Just Us Chapter 66

Warnings: Angst, Hurt

Word Count: 2958

Series List | Chapter 65 | Chapter 67

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"Are we nearly there yet?" I playfully stare at Tommy through the rear view mirror as he asks the question for a thousandth time.

"I would say no, but that would be a lie. We are 5 minutes away, just got to get to the parking lot." Tommy's face lights up with the information and he presses his face against the window, his eyes following the buildings as they pass him by.

"I think someone is excited." I look over at Wanda in the passenger seat as she watches Tommy's excitement increasing the closer we get.

"I'm really excited we haven't been to the aquarium for like years. I think the last time we went was when you took us for our birthday mom."

"You mean your tenth birthday?" Tommy hums out a yes. "No wonder you're excited. There should be plenty of new exhibits for us to look at, they've added quite a bit in the past 4 years."

"I have good news." Tommy peels his face off the window to look at me through the mirror, excitement dancing in his eyes. "We are here."

He presses his face against the window again as we drive into the carpark, his eyes lighting up when he sees one of the main buildings. I hear Billy wince in pain slightly when Tommy excitedly hits his leg pointing out of the window, but the pain is soon forgotten when he sees the aquarium ahead.

It doesn't take long to find a car parking space, so I climb out the car and open the trunk door grabbing out my backpack. As I close the door, Wanda wraps her arm around my waist from behind leaving kisses on my clothed shoulder blade while the boys quite literally jump out the car, buzzing with excitement.

"Ready to go guys?" I ask as I lock the car and put the keys in my bag, pulling Wanda to my right side holding her hand so my backpack can hang off my left shoulder.

The boys don't answer but Tommy grabs one of Wanda's hands and Billy grabs one of mine and they start dragging us towards the main entrance. They don't stop dragging us, me and Wanda giggle the whole time, until we get into the queue. Wanda lifts my right arm up, pressing her side against me and drops my arm so it rests lazily on her shoulders. I turn my head to peck her forehead and she rests her head on my side, her right arm moving to hold onto my coat as her other one snakes around the back of my waist.

I turn to see the boys bouncing on their feet and it makes me smile how excited they actually are, they always seem to surprise me. They may be 14 years old, stereotypically they are grumpy and don't leave the house, but Wanda has done an amazing job and they seem to have so many interests.

I realise Billy hasn't let go of my hand when he pulls on it when he moves forward with the queue, and it makes me smile happily deciding not to question his decision. Maybe he doesn't realise he is still holding my hand. I feel Wanda squeeze my side, I peak down at her seeing her eyes dart between me and Billy. Giving a small shrug Wanda's face paints a picture of pure happiness at the sight as she tends on her tiptoes to kiss the underside of my jaw.

The queue moves again and the lady at the desk gives us a toothy smile as she looks between the four of us.

"Hi, can I see your tickets please?" I have to let go of Billy's hand, unfortunately, so I can slide my backpack off my shoulder to grab the printed tickets out.

The lady types some things into her computer, I catch her eyes darting between all of us every now and again a small smile remains on her face. I settle my backpack back on my shoulder as she confirms everything looks good and Billy's hand instantly grabs back onto mine.

"Would you guys like a guide book? It comes with a map and other information and the times for the shows and feeding."

"Yes please, can we have two?" Wanda asks as she moves behind me to grab her purse out of my bag.

"Of course." The lady grabs two off the desk scanning them into the till. "Those come to $10 please."

Wanda hands her a $10 bill, as the lady hands the twins the guides as she smiles at them. Both of them give a polite thank you as they open up the guides looking at everything that we can do throughout the day, both getting excited about the shark tank. Apparently sharks are one of their favourite animals.

"You have a lovely family. You boys are lucky to have two loving mom's."

"Thank you!" Both the boys reply before me and Wanda can correct her, and they once again drag us to where they want to go. Wanda looks up at me with all the love in the world, obviously trying to hide her excitement over the boy's moment and I shrug like it's no big deal.

But on the inside.

AHHHHH.

They didn't technically say it, but they also didn't correct the lady. They just accepted the fact she thought we were both their mom's and moved on like it was nothing. But it's not nothing, not to me and by the look on Wanda's face not for her either. I'm not going to question it though, just in case they didn't actually realise what they did and it was just a mere accident.

"Woah." Tommy's eyes bulge when he sees the first attraction of the day which is the reef fish.

He let's go of Wanda's hand and makes his way to the tank. Billy looks down at our still connected hands then up at me before deciding he is going to join his brother leaving me and Wanda to ourselves. I pull my arm that's over Wanda's shoulders to pull her closer against me, her head nuzzles into the side of my chest and her arms wrap back around my waist. I give her body a small squeeze as we watch from a small distance.

"Do you want to go see the fish or are you happy just watching the boys enjoy their time." I look down at Wanda as she continues to watch the twins as their eyes dart around the tank and the information boards pointing out each fish as they find it.

"I'm happy just watching the boys. The sharks are my favourite."

"God the boys do take after you." I laugh out when she bounces excitedly on the balls of her feet.

"You think so?" Wanda tilts her head to look up at me, a toothy grin on her face.

"I know so."

I hum in thought trying to think of some examples as we watch the boys to the next tank and slowly follow behind them in our own world. I can feel Wanda watching me as I think back to all the times I've spent with the boys and how they always do little things to remind me of Wanda.

"Well they both do that killer nose scrunch of yours, I mean I can't say no to you when you do it. I think the boys will use it against me honestly when they find out it's my weakness. Or the way they tilt their head, just like you do. Sometimes it's scary when you do it, I mean I watched you do it to Vision and Steph and I just thank whatever God is out there I haven't been on the receiving end. But it's also cute because a lot of the time you do it at the same time as scrunching your nose. Finally, you are all really snuggly. Billy took time warming up to me, but after he hugged me once he didn't stop. None of you did."

"Really. You think they are like me?" I hum in agreement noticing how Wanda's voice seems to be filled with...hope?

"They Wanda." I point to the twins." Are more like you then you sometimes are. You were the one who raised them so it really doesn't surprise me."

Wanda gives me a small nod before checking to see where the boys are, and seeing them waving us over to the exit of the first building. We follow them silently as the dart between people and other children, with one destination in mind. The sharks. They don't even bother looking at anything else, something about the feeding starting soon so they were on a mission to get from row seats.

I use my height to my advantage when the boys squeeze through a crowd of other teenagers, making sure I see them entering the building. Wanda has been rather quiet this whole walk, I'm not sure if there is something wrong or if she is enjoying the moment. I do notice her standing up on her toes every now and again, thinking nothing of it. I continue to walk us in the direction I saw the boys go. All of a sudden her body turns in a small circle as her eyes scan the surrounding area.

She stands on her tiptoes trying to see over and around the crowd of noisy teenagers, biting her lip nervously. Her eyes dart from left to right as her head turns on a swivel to try and catch a glimpse of them. When she doesn't find what she is looking for her hands move and rake through her hair, twisting once more on her heels. It's only after she calls out the twins' names do I realise what's happening.

"They're fine Wanda, I saw them enter the building. Let's get ourselves inside and find them, yeah?"

"What?" She turns to look at me like I've offended her in the worst way possible. She unwraps my arm from her shoulders and walks ahead of me, leaving me standing there wondering what the hell just happened. "See you in there."

I shake my head blinking a couple of times before walking after her, not bothering to avoid the crowd I start to push my way through. Not that it takes much effort. When scrawny teenagers see a 6ft 5 stranger trying to get through, they normally move out the way. Especially when they are wearing the scowl that I am.

We were having a good time, the day has only just started and somehow I have managed to piss her off. I can't blame her period because she finished a few days ago, maybe her hormones are still all over the place. Or maybe I did something? Did I do something?

I manage to get through the crowd of people and spot Wanda walking towards the entrance of the shark tanks, I pick up my pace to catch up with her. I call her name but either she doesn't hear me or she is ignoring me. Thanks to my long stride I manage to catch her up in the entrance and move to stand in front of her, choosing not to grab her wrist and spin her around.

"Wanda we the fuck was that?" I whisper, shout, trying to avoid gaining unwanted attention from everyone walking past.

"What was that? What do you mean what was that? I should be asking you that." She huffs out as her eyes scan the people walking past making sure they don't stop to listen.

"What did I do to warrant that reaction Wanda?"

"Like you don't know."

"No I don't, so I'd rather you tell me so I can apologise properly." All she does is huff and roll her eyes. "Wanda I'm not going to apologise for something if I do not know what I've done."

"You actively saw me looking for the boys, worried sick because I couldn't see them and you just stood there knowing the whole time that they were fine."

She goes to side step me, but I'm quicker and block her path and she huffs out an angry breath avoiding all eye contact with me. Her eyes now look at everything around me, but not at me.

"Wanda. I didn't realise you were looking for them until you called their names. If you had just asked me if I had seen them instead of blindly panicking I would have told you where they went."

She waves her hands about in front of my face, I try my best not to flinch and I must have done a good job because Wanda's angry demeanour doesn't falter one bit.

"It's a mother's job to look after her children and I can't even keep an eye on them at a fucking aquarium." She seethes, I can no longer tell if her anger is directed towards me or if I am just the punching bag.

I end up clenching my jaw, turning my head to look down at the floor to my left when she practically growls in anger when I don't say anything. I don't know what to say. I don't want to fight. I don't like fighting. Fighting always ends up getting me hurt, Wanda knows that. Why is she so mad at me? I can't ask her directly because it will just make her more mad, and I know people lose control when they're mad. I can't go through that again. So instead I try to get her to see my point of view.

"Wanda, they are teenage boys, they wander off. They have phones to get in contact with us or vice versa."

"You don't get it." Her hands clamp down in her hair, as she yet again let's out an angry breath and I do my best not to shrink at her tone.

"What don't I get?" I manage to ask out trying to get to the bottom of it, without being directly fighting her back. I just want to know.

"What it is like to be a mother, and worry every second of every day about what your boys are going to grow up to be like. You don't understand what it's like to see them go out with their friends and wonder if they are going to make it back I've or not. You don't get it when they phone me and my first thought is 'what's happened?' And you proved that when you just let them run off, not bothering to tell their own mother that you knew where they were. You don't get it Y/n. You don't...."

I take a step back, feeling sick to my stomach as Wanda seems to realise what she said, her face paling as she takes a step forward. I take a step back letting out a small humourless laugh, my hands pulling at my cheeks as I pull them over my face.

"Wow." A click my lip together, my eyes closing for a second, and when I open them I see Wanda with a look of dismay on her face. "Just...wow."

"Baby." Her voice is a whisper as she takes a quick step forward grabbing both of my forearms but I pull them out of her grasp harshly and side step her.

"I'll be in the car." I start walking out of the building and hear Wanda call my name but I don't even look back and continue walking forward. I can't do this right now, I don't want to fight her so I will do what I've always done. Run.

I avoid the crowd this time, deciding to take the long route of avoiding them, afraid that in my anger I will end up pushing one of them over. I hear my name being called again and the quick pace of footsteps behind me, I huff out a breath as I come to an abrupt stop as I turn around to face a guilt-ridden Wanda.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I…."

"What is up with you today Wanda. First this morning and now this. Something is going on and you want to talk to me. Yet I seem to be the perfect verbal punching bag. Is it something I did? Is it something I can help you get past? Because this past month and a half have been utter bliss. We haven't argued, not like this, the whole time. We have had our disagreements, and sure I hurt you badly when I didn't tell you I was a widow. But what happened in there was a low blow. Even for you. And today just seems to be an attack Y/n day. So sort it out." I try to keep my voice level, which is pretty scary if you ask me, because again we are in the middle of the New York aquarium and I don't want to make the news.

Two Lesbian Lovers argue in the middle of the aquarium causing many disruptions to the people of new york. One calls the other one out for letting her child die before she can even turn one!

Well that's what my mind tells me would happen.

Wanda takes a step forward, her arms reaching out to try and cup my face, but I shake my head taking a step back and her hands drop to her side. I almost give in and comfort her when I see her bottom lip quiver and her eyes fill with tears. She goes to say something but I beat her to it.

"I will be in the car."

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#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda x reader #wanda x you #just us series

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mxcnliight · 2 years ago

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ways to get a little more cash (sjy) | m

Jang Wonyoung the most popular girl in your class asked you to fuck your tutor Sim Jake. In return you would get $100 bucks, simple right?

Paring: Tutor!Jake x Fem!Reader

Theme: One shot; SMUT, PWP, fluff

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2.7K

Warnings: sexual tension; use of the word slut and whore; they are both kinda toxic; dirty talk; swearing; teasing; oral sex (f receiving); p in v penetration; unprotected sex (he pulls out)

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Your hand rested on your chin, and you sighed in boredom. It was in the middle of your physics class. Your teacher threw your class a party for getting high scores on your exam.

Everybody was talking among themselves while you were left all alone. Just staring at the table below you, daydreaming to keep yourself entertained. You then hear a group of girls giggling as they approach you.

It was the populars, and you saw Wonyoung sit next to you as Danielle sat behind you. Wonyoung then smirked as she put her head in her hands, copying you. "So Y/N, whatcha doing?" She asked, "Nothing really, just waiting for this period to be done" you replied.

She hums before eyeing you up and down. "How’s things with Jake?" She asked as your eyes widened. Jake was your tutor; he has been the person who has helped you not fail physics.

The first marking period you did horrible with a 65 average. Ever since you got tutoring your grade is now a high 90. It has to do with the way he teaches you; it makes so much sense compared to your teacher.

Maybe it’s how nice he is and how he always goes slowly when explaining things to you, making sure you understand everything. Though there is one thing about Jake: he’s the school’s fuckboy.

He hasn’t made a move on you, but you have heard rumors from the girls in your class about his antics. The rumors are that after he gets done tutoring you, he "rewards you," which is why all of the girls try to get tutoring lessons from him.

This rumor was the reason why you were so conflicted on whether or not to let him tutor you, but when you asked him, he was like an angel. He was so sweet, and even after your first lesson, nothing happened, so maybe it was just you, but you were okay with it.

You wanted Jake to help you with physics, not to fuck you. Even though he is extremely attractive. You get out of your thoughts and look back at Wonyoung. "Good. If he hadn’t tutored me, I wouldn’t have gotten a 100 on this test".

She nods as she twirls a strand of her hair with her finger and asks, "Was that because he fucked you?" She asked as your eyes widened. "Wonyoung, please be quiet; people could hear!" You whispered as she smirked.

You shake your head and say, "No, he has never fucked me before." Her and Danielle gasped, "What? I thought you guys did because of how long he has been tutoring you for". "No, he’s not like the rumors, at least for me."

You say as Wonyoung nods. Her nails then begin to tap on the desk. "Can you do something for me? If you do it, I will give you something in return". Confused, you scrunch your nose.

"What is it?" "My friend really wants to fuck Jake, like really bad, so... could you get him to fuck you? I mean, if he fucks you, then he’s done with you. Plus, he’s only tutoring you right now, so I think it’s fair to let my friend have a chance. Don’t you think so too?" She asked, batting her eyelashes innocently.

Your breath hitches. "What do I get in return?" You ask as she smirks, "100 bucks, from me of course". Your eyes widened; you could buy that camera that you have been wanting. You bite your lip and turn your head to look at Jake.

He was just talking among his friends; do you really want to fuck him? Just then, Jake’s head turns to meet your gaze. He smirks before looking away as you look back at Wonyoung. "I’ll do it".

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Tonight was the night that you were going to fuck Jake, or the other way around. You sigh, looking down at your phone. You were waiting for his response.

You said that you got a bad score on the test, so you asked him if he could help you with test corrections. That wasn’t actually the case, so you got your friend's test, who scored lower than you did. You said you would do test corrections for them. You hear a ding from your phone and go to your messages.

Jake: sure! I’ll be there in 5

You: alright, thank you Jake :)

Jake: No problem :)

You then get up from your bed, walking into your bathroom. You brush your teeth and floss, and then you do your makeup. You then grab your deodorant and put some on.

Once you got home from school, you took a shower and shaved. You also made sure to drink lots of water and have some healthy snacks. You look at yourself in the mirror; you're wearing a white tank top with some black sweatpants and a gray flannel.

It was an easy outfit to take off during sex. You also made sure to wear your best lingerie as well. You then grab your perfume and spray some on yourself before putting it away. You get a notification from Jake saying that he is here.

You huff, putting your phone into your pocket before walking downstairs. You reach the front door and turn the knob. The door opened, and it revealed Jake Sim.

He wore a blue jean jacket with a white shirt underneath it, black pants with a black belt, and some black boots. He looked so nice compared to you. "Hey Y/N" He said, smiling at you, "Hey Jake! Please come in."

You move so that he could come in. He then took off his boots, and you say, "I’m sorry if I’m a bit underdressed, I was just planning for us to study." "Oh no, you’re fine! Me and my mates just went out for a while" he said, reassuring you.

"You look great, though" he said, smiling at you. You smile back at him before leading him to your room. Once he gets in, you close the door. "Where are your parents?" He asked, looking around your room, "Oh, they went out for dinner, they probably won’t be home until late tonight."

He nods and takes off his jean jacket and hangs it on the back of his chair. You sit next to him at your desk. You then grab your papers and begin to write your name on a blank piece of paper.

"So what did you get?" He asked, looking at you. "A 75" you said. He gasps, "What? That can’t be right, we studied a bunch before the exam!" "I know, I’m sorry Jake. I guess I just got a bit of test anxiety".

"That’s okay, I understand. So what question are we starting off with?" "This one". You point to question #6, and he reads the question before looking back at you.

"We did something similar to this in our review before the exam, do you remember?" He asks as you pretend to think. "Maybe?" "You do it first, and then I’ll check to see if you’re correct". You nod and begin to solve the problem.

Once you are done, you show it to Jake. He scans your paper and smiles, "That’s correct! Good job". You write down the answer on the blank piece of paper: "What’s the next one?" You point to question #13.

He hums, "This is really easy, you just have to remember what we learned in class". You nod and pretend to think of the answer. You write down your answer and show it to him.

"Yes! Are you sure you didn’t understand the martial?" He asks as you chuckle, "I promise I didn't," you say, writing down the answer on the piece of paper. "Okay, what’s next?" You purposely skip to the hardest problem on the test.

Jake sighs. "Alright, this was the hardest problem on the exam. Do you want me to go over it with you?". You nod as he pulls your chair closer to him. "Alright, so…" You start to tune out his words as your heartbeat gets faster.

If there is any chance for you to do it, it would be now. You look up at Jake, who is still explaining the problem to you. He then stops and looks at you, asking, "What’s wrong, Y/N?" He asked, confused.

You huff out, "Jake, this isn’t working" "What isn’t?" "I’m not focused." "What are you thinking about?" He asked, looking at you. You slightly smirked. "Thinking about my reward," you say, looking back at him.

"Oh, what do you want? What will get you motivated?" He asks, and you turn to face him as your fingers run along the collar of his shirt. "You" you say biting your lip, "Me?" He asked, confused.

"You know about those rumors about you... I wondered what it would be like". You look up at him with innocent eyes as he smirks. He then comes close to your ear and whispers, "Do you want to be my slut, Y/N?” You gasp at his words.

"Because all of those girls that want me are whores or sluts, so... which one are you going to be?" He asks, looking into your eyes. Your breath hitches. "Your slut". Silence fills the room for a split second. "I knew it," he says before his lips crash into yours.

You moan into the kiss and grab at his black locks. Jake pulls you closer to him as his hands meet your lower back. Your lips intertwine with one another as Jake taps your thigh. You get his signal and wrap your legs around his waist.

He gets up from his chair and lays you down on your bed. He then breaks the kiss, saying, "I knew something was up when you wore this tank top" He says before kissing you again. His fingers meet your flannel as he breaks the kiss.

He then strips your clothes off your body so that only your white lingerie is left. Jake then groans and his hand meets one of your breasts. You softly gasp as he lightly massages it; he then lowers his head to meet your neck.

He leaves soft kisses along it: "You look so pretty". "Thank you," you weakly reply, playing with the back of his hair. He then leaves your neck to take off his shirt. You gasp at his toned chest.

"Come here," he says as he comes back down to you, arms on either side of you. He then groans, "Let me feel the lace against my body". He gasps at the feeling of your bra against his chest, then groans once more before kissing you.

He continues to kiss you passionately as you whimper through the kiss. He then breaks the kiss as one of his hands moves to the back of your bra and unclips it.

The straps then fall to your shoulders as you take it off, leaving you bare chested. Jake says, "Oh, your nipples are so hard". He wraps his mouth around one of your breasts. He proceeds to kiss at your soft bud as you whimper.

You grab a fistful of his hair, and his tongue flicks on it. Your back slowly arches at the feeling as you moan out. Jake then moves his head towards your other nipple and gives it the same treatment he gave the other.

He then moves up to your lips to give you a kiss before saying "I want to taste you, can I taste you?". His lustful gaze meets yours as you nod your head, and he says, "Oh, yeah?". He then moves down to your legs.

"Pull that up," he says, smirking. He moves your panties to the side as he gasps, "Oh my god, baby, your pussy's so beautiful". You whimper at his words as his head moves down to be eye-to-eye with your pussy.

He then kisses your clit as you whimper. "I just want to kiss it" he says as he proceeds to kiss your clit "Kiss it all over" he says as his hands meet your thighs, holding them in place.

He kisses your clit again and says, "Do you want my tongue?" He asks, looking up at you as you nod. "Yeah?" He says before his tongue meets your clit. He went back and forth, switching kisses and using his tongue.

"You feel the tip of it on your clit?" He asks as you nod, and his tongue flicks around at your clit as you whimper out. He continues to make out with it. "Oh baby," he says before he dives back in.

His tongue movements increase and get faster as you cry out his name. He gives your clit one last kiss before saying, "Come here". He comes back up to you, giving you a kiss.

"Feel your body against mine" he says as you run your hands up and down his arms. "You feel so good, baby". He says before he tongue-kisses you, you can taste your juices on his tongue. "Yeah, I wanna be inside you, honey" he says as he moves back to take off his pants along with his boxers.

He then climbs back up to you and spreads your legs. He pumps his cock in his hand a little bit before lining it up with your hole and saying, "Let me watch". He teases your hole with the head of his cock as you whimper.

"Please Jake, please put your cock in me," you say, looking up at him with doe eyes. "Since you asked so nicely—" His cock enters you slowly as you moan out and Jake groans.

"Oh, that feels so fucking good, you feel so good" he says as his cock soon bottoms you out, "Come here, baby". He says as your arms meet his back, pulling him in. He starts to thrust in slowly as you whimper.

"Oh, just like that," he growls, continuing to thrust into you, this time a bit faster. "Yes, all the way, baby, fuck." He pants out and stops when he feels you holding him inside you.

He then passionately kisses you before thrusting into you again. "It’s so fucking good," he says, kissing your lips again. "Yeah, you feel so good, I wanna be so close to you, honey," he says as his thrusts get deeper and faster.

"Pull me in," he says as your legs wrap around his waist. "Oh my god, honey," he growls. His thrusts increase, going at an inhuman speed, "Fuck Jake!" You cry out, throwing your head back onto your pillow.

"You close?" He asked you as you nodded, closing your eyes. You feel Jake's thumb on your clit as you loudly whimper. "Come with me, baby," he whispers in your ear as your orgasm reaches its peak.

"Fuck baby!" You heard Jake growl as he pulled out, and his cum spilled onto your stomach. You both are breathing heavily as Jake collapses next to you on your bed. "What time is it?" He asks, still breathing hard.

You turn to your nightstand and grab your phone. "7:46" you say as Jake sighs. "It’s okay, you can stay the night. I don’t mind." You mentioned, as you turned to look at his face. He smirks. "Bet,” he says. He gets up to put his boxers on.

He then walks into your bathroom as you pull up Wonyoung’s phone number. Jake comes back with a towel and cleans his cum off your stomach before giving you a quick peck.

He then goes to put the towel away, and you feel something being thrown at your back. You turn around and see Jake’s shirt. "Wear that". He says as he climbs to your bed, you pout; he’s so sweet.

You put on his shirt, and it smells just like him. You then feel Jake’s arms wrap around your waist as he snuggles into your back. You feel really bad because you basically used Jake for money, but it was worth it in the end.

You: I did it

Wonyoung: Send me a pic for proof

You roll your eyes in disgust as you turn your flash off and take a picture of you and Jake together, which you then send to Wonyoung.

*Notification: Jang Wonyoung paid you $100. - 💸 💸 - Your Venmo balance is now $100.

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finniestoncrane · 2 years ago

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Respect Your Elders

Telltale!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 2.3k commission: edward being teased by a younger reader for being an old man, but it's fine because this old man fucks severely 💚 commission me here! request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: degradation, rough sex, forceful

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing there?”

Edward was sitting at his desk with the new computer you had installed. His back tensed up at your words, and you could tell without seeing that his face was contorted into one of absolute irritation and rage. And you were glad of it. Nothing pleased you more than riling him up. It was often the only fun you got to have. Unsurprising to anyone who you told, being the Riddler’s assistant didn’t actually lead to a lot of excitement or jolly good times. It was tough, rigorous, never-ending work. But you could suffer through it, if it meant spending time with Edward. As much as you teased him, you knew it was all down to your little crush. Like a child on the playground. Your playful bullying was an outlet for your true feelings, which you could never reveal to him. You needed to keep the upper-hand in this relationship. You knew it would be entirely too dangerous to let him know he had any kind of advantage on you, or at least more than the ones he already assumed he had.

“You know…”

Edward spoke through gritted teeth and raised his head, not turning to face you yet.

“… age is but a number, my dear. I think I can handle a computer, I’m intellectually more advanced than anyone, especially you.”

“Mhm… you know you’ve been clicking the wrong thing for five minutes now?”

“I… I’m not…”

With an irritated grumble, he shoved the mouse to the side and pushed the keyboard away. Turning in the chair, he got up and pushed past you out of the room.

“I can’t get anything done with you standing around here bothering me!”

Though it was clear he was leaving in an attempt to get away from you, you followed him anyway.

“Age is just a number, yes… but there’s plenty of things that being older hardly lends itself to, and you would know better than most. I mean you’re what? 65? 70?”

“I’m 60! As well you know! And besides, normal rules don’t apply to me.”

“Sure they do, Edward. You’re not a super-human. You’re just a little old man in his cute little green hoodie. Hell, you even use a cane!”

“Keep this up and I’ll be using it on you.”

You giggled as you skipped after him. It was so easy. He was almost too easy in fact. And maybe you should have felt bad about it, about getting him so exasperated and irritated. But you needed the release. It was frustrating to be cooped up with him berating you and being miserable all the time. You were owed the pleasure of bothering him.

“Mhm… grumpy old man. Keep it up, Edward. You’re hardly deflecting the stereotypes.”

“What other stereotypes do I fit into then?”

He stopped at the work bench that held his latest gadget in progress, standing to work on it as you continued your tirade of childish mockery.

“Hm… well, you’ve got that greying hair.”

“Exactly. Greying. Not quite fully grey yet, I’ll have you know.”

“Yeah. Wrinkles?”

“So few!”

“You’ve started forgetting things, getting slow in your old age.”

“I think that’s more because you’re constantly distracting me and throwing me off.”

“Oh sure, blame me!”

He was silent as you considered saying the one thing that had been playing on your mind since the beginning of the argument.

“I bet you’re getting a bit slow other places too… not quite the stamina you used to have…”

“I’m as agile as I ever was.”

“In what areas… because I’m thinking of one particular. Requires a bit more than agility… requires an ability to sustain something else…”

Edward turned to you with a questioning gaze.

“Do you mean…?”

“I mean sex, grampa.”

You winked with a mischievous smile as you said it, noticing his cheeks reddening slightly at the mention. But he turned away from you again, hiding any embarrassment he might have felt.

“Yes, well. You wouldn’t know anything about that anyway.”

“I guess I could find out, if I pester you long enough.”

“Don’t be so ridiculous. Besides, you’re aware of my comings and goings. It’s been quite some time since I’ve been with anyone, the results of any experimentation would be skewed by lack of sufficient data.”

“Is that because you literally can’t anymore?”

“I’m pretty sure I could get by, just the same as any other virile man.”

“Oh yeah, sure! And would you still need your cane while you were going at it? Or would you risk breaking a hip?”

“Very funny.”

“And when, just out of curiosity, was the last time you even had an erection?”

“I’m not going to dignify that with an answer.”

“Because you can’t remember? Is that because it was so long ago or because your memory is terrible now that you’re ancient?”

“I’m not going to tell you again to drop this.”

“Aw, did I hit a nerve? Is it difficult to talk about? I bet it is. I bet you can’t even get it up anymore.”

You turned from him, laughing, walking towards the other work bench, cleared apart from some papers and files.

“Such a shame, I wonder if you would have been any good, when you were young enough to actually make a dent in someone.”

As you craned your head to see if he was still listening, to gauge the effect your taunting was having on him, you were met with the sudden shock of his hand, palm against your neck, grip tight, as he lowered you down onto the workbench, swiping the papers to the floor before he forced you down onto it.

“Care to find out?”

“Really? You gonna give it to me good, old man?”

“Oh no. You don’t deserve anything good. You’re a very, very bad girl. And you’ll be treated as such for the duration. Now. Don’t mess around anymore. Take off your panties and pull your skirt up.”

“Yeah? You gonna make me?”

He tightened the grip, pinning you to the desk as you gasped and smiled, unable to hold back the excitement at feeling his body against yours.

“Respect your elders, my dear. Do as you are told.”

You still felt excited, tantalised by the demanding nature he had taken on. But there was an element of fear behind it. Something about the way he stared into you, eyes penetrating your soul, teeth gritted and brows furrowed into a scowl. There was nothing but cruelty in his face. So you did as you were told, sliding your panties down your thighs. He snatched them from you, holding them up and examining them.

“Quite flirtatious, aren’t they. Were you expecting something? Or are you just a run of the mill whore?”

You didn’t have an answer from him, so you remained silent.

“And damp! Already!”

Bringing them to his face he inhaled, taking in the scent of your arousal, before he tossed them aside.

“Well… next step, come on. Do not make me wait.”

Lifting your skirt up slowly, you revealed yourself to him as his mouth curled into a sly smile.

“Wonderful, you can actually do as you’re instructed. I truly thought you might be too pitifully stupid for that. Let’s see if you can keep up the good work. Turn around, and bend over.”

“Ok, Edward. You can stop joking now. You’ve had your fun, you got a good look at me. You can drop the dirty old man act.”

He stepped forward quickly, far quicker than you had seen him move before. With his hands gripping your arms he turned you around, slamming you down onto the surface and pinning you there under his weight, his strength surprising.

“Oh, I’ve not even begun to have my fill of you yet.”

“Edward, wait! P-please!”

“Too late for mercy and apologies now, dear. Perhaps, if you had extended that same gratitude to me, you wouldn’t be in this particular position right now. But, your punishment must suit the crime. So I am going to fuck you until you can see how effortlessly I can make you scream. I haven’t lost that touch yet.”

“I was joking, Edward!”

“I’m not.”

As you closed your eyes tight, trying to struggle out from under his body, you could hear him shuffling, not realising that he had undone his belt and pants until you felt the heat of his flushed cock pressing against your pussy.

“W-wait, I’m not- I’m a-”

Your words were cut short by your scream as he thrust himself into you with little care. Rough, painful, completely filling you with his impressive length and thickness. And the sound of your pain only seemed to further excite him as he began a brutal pace, slapping into you, pounding your body into the surface you were trapped against.

His soft grunting echoed around you as he exerted his entire energy in an effort to have you whimpering under him. The size, the pressure, the way his fingers dug into your skin, nails leaving tiny half-crescents as they indented and left marks. The stinging sensation made your eyes water as you gasped, trying to catch your breath, fighting for some respite between the punishing blows to your rear as he slammed himself hard into you.

“Edward… you’re being… too rough…”

He snarled, laughing deep and low as he continued his vicious movements.

“That’s the… ah… whole point, dear… you… hng… didn’t expect anything like this… ah… from an old man, did you?”

“I’m sorry… please… I take it back… just… just be gentle!”

“I’m sorry too… hah… you’d hardly learn… mph… your lesson if I… ah… stopped now…”

You clung to the edge of the surface, knuckles white as you tried to focus on something other than the embarrassment, the way you were being so humiliated under Edward’s irritatingly delicious fucking. He really did have control over you. Strength, power, and an impressive dick. And the talent to make you a quivering mess below him, unable to stop yourself from getting wetter and hotter as the looming threat of orgasm came closer and closer to you.

“You’re a silly little slut… do you know that?”

In a stupefied daze you nodded, acknowledging his degradation, almost willing for more to be dished out to you. You wanted to be punished, you wanted to be his slut, his whore. You would be anything he wanted right now.

“The youth of today… ah… they don’t know how… to respect… their elders…”

The skin of your ass cheek suddenly flashed hot as you heard the crack of his palm striking it.

“Back in my day… you would have learned to be respectful… to shut up… especially women… like you… keep your mouth closed… unless it’s to accept my cock…”

He punctuated the words with more spanking, and you could feel the area almost numbed from the stinging, silently hoping that he might have left a mark that could admire later. At the thought of it, you could feel your legs growing weak under you, trembling as you prepared for the inevitable, an orgasm, cumming over Edward’s dick as it slid in and out of you. Giving him what he had taken from you in his act of aggression.

“Already… heh… that close to finishing?”

You bit your lip in response as you tried to hold back the moans of pleasure.

“And you… wanted to mock me about… stamina?”

He laughed as he smacked at your ass and thighs, his own pace quickening.

“You’d think you… hadn’t done… this before…”

With your cheek pressed onto the table, eyes watering, tears streaming down your cheeks, you managed to catch his eye. As he realised that you hadn’t done this before, his mouth contorted into a smug grin.

“Are you kidding me? You talk a very big game, dear. You had the nerve. The audacity. To mock me.”

Every sentence ended with him slamming his body into you, burying his cock deeper and deeper, straining you, stretching you to your limit.

“And you’re nothing but an inexperienced little virgin.”

You could feel your cheeks redden, deeply regretting your cruel taunting, desperate to take it back. But then, had you never said anything, you wouldn’t be receiving the greatest punishment, and pain, you ever had to endure.

“Say it. Say you’re a virgin.”

“I’m a virgin.”

“And tell me you want me to fuck you hard, to ruin you, before anyone else has even had a chance.”

“I… Eddie, please…”

“Tell me that you’re mine now.”

“I’m yours.”

“And that you want me to fuck you.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

He laughed, grin spread ear to ear as he felt you clench around him, willing him to keep going, to fill your tight cunt. With his fingers digging deeper into your skin, he held you onto him, keeping you still as he enjoyed the feeling. He’d never been anyone’s first before. It was an experience he wanted to savour. His lips were wet with his owl drool as he salivated, making a mental note of how good you felt around him, committing the sensations to memory for the next time he had to take care of himself. The way your body accommodated him, the way it made room for his ample length. Like you were trying your hardest to be a very good girl, to take everything he was giving you.

“I want it, Eddie, please.”

The desire to please you was usurped by his strong need to see his punishment through.

“Oh… well in that case.”

He pulled himself out of you.

“We’ll prolong the experience. Get down on your knees. I’ll decide when little miss gets to have her orgasm.”

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