#im sure all my other questions will be answered when i read more into the arc! but i have to share this before i forget it.
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some slight dressrosa middle-of-the-arc spoilers
i couldn't help but notice how the way luffy first started noticing that dressrosa wasn't all nice and pretty when he was down in the cells with the gladiators in the arena, (chapter 726)
and hearing how they described the place reminded him of the grey terminal (near his windmill village), where he, ace and sabo met and grew up.
the way the gladiators and people who doflamingo doesn't like, and the toys are treated and discarded in dressrosa, is very similar like luffy remembers what was happening outside the walls of the kingdom of goa,
(chapters 583, 585)
and then few chapters later in dressrosa,
sabo (at this point he wasn't introduced as sabo, only someone who took luffy lucy's place in the arena fighting for the flame flame fruit) was thinking something very similar about the place he grew up in - the goa kingdom, except he's talking about putting on appearances because he didn't want to be part of the aristocratic class seeing what they did to the other people outside the walls. but it was still the place where he met ace, and later luffy.
(also i really love sabo re-introduced this way seeing he had that pipeline as his weapon - where in the post marineford luffy's flashbacks, as a kid it was all of theirs fighting sticks, ace and sabo's especially - chapter 583, and even when he was leaving - ch 588) and he still has it on himself now! it's just a nice touch to realize in the manga that it wasn't luffy anymore, but someone else.
and now he's back to get that last piece that they have of Ace, his flame flame fruit ;-; (ch 744) (and being all proud of his little kid brother luffy who's gonna be the pirate king! ;-;)
the way both luffy and sabo got to the arena to get the ace's fruit power, and keep thinking of their childhood, of ace, of something that remind them of their home in the childhood, and for luffy to see sabo meant that he still had one of his brothers!
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(and small zolu sidenote, bc it was nice that zoro was the one running beside luffy seeing him crying about sabo and worrying. im not sure luffy explained who he was, yet, at this scene, but zoro definitely understood that someone important showed up back in luffy's life!)
#this manga making me emo about these brothers once again ;-;#asl brothers#sabo#revolutionary sabo#monkey d. luffy#portgas d. ace#one piece#one piece manga#long post#mine#im sure all my other questions will be answered when i read more into the arc! but i have to share this before i forget it.#its just these parallels of luffy and sabo thinking about the place they met. in the arena fighting for ace's flame fruit#gif:op manga#gif:op meta
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nobody warned me that a side effect of adderall was having the irrational urge to throw away every single thing you own and completely reset ur life bc it's just too much. and also being a little bit really fucking angry all the time. but only a little. but also if somebody looks at me wrong i'm going to snap. and also i need to get all of this shit out of my house i cannot deal with it i can't even clean it i just need to throw everything out it's too much it's too much ahhhhhhhhh
#losing my fucking mind over here#also people were pissing me off at work today#i hate when other people are fucking stupid and completely misunderstand the most basic thing ever and then turn around and#make it look like i did something wrong and am the stupid person who is competent at my job#when like. NO YOU JUST CANT FUCKING READ AND ALSO I ALREADY ANSWERED YOUR QUESTION TEN GODDAMN TIMES#like they have the fucking reading comprehension of a worm and then have the audacity to act like i messed something up#me: very carefully checking and double-checking with my attorney to make sure i don't break the court's sequestration rule#this other person: JUST INCLUDES THE PEOPLE THAT ARE SUPPOSED TO NOT BE ON THE EMAIL ON SAID EMAIL AND PROCEEDS TO#DIRECTLY SAY âMEL PLEASE INCLUDE ALL PARTIES ON FUTURE EMAILSâ#god i almost quit on the fucking spot#still seething with rage#talk#text#mine#not nct#ignore.mel#and like. there's a lot more cleaning i wanted to do this weekend that i just. couldn't start#bc i just froze up looking at all the Crap that i have#and i jsut want to throw it all out throw it all out throw it all out like just get rid of everything i own actually#feel like im going to rip my hair out rn frfr#anyway going to listen to some music very loudly stare at my ceiling and hopefully eventually go to sleep
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#the pros of caving&opening my pro email for the first time in waaaaay too fucking long:#nice messages from nice clients that had no other way to contact me wishing me well. nice prince fan who paid for#topical pics on princes birthday one year for example lmao. another one who paid for these icarus themed#shots that are still some of my fave lmao. i have nice interactions sometimes.#the cons of opening my pro email for the first time in waaaay too long bc i was specifically avoiding it bc i had a feeling this had#already happened: two v specific ppl found it&now theres no way i can trust any emails i get there lmao.#seriously debating just not making another one lmao i do not NEED repeat clientele on that level right now.#but it does make the work siginifantly safer. idk..#annooooooyedddddddd w myselfffffff i have bad interactions too&those ones seem way more frequent#&last way fucking longer i am losing track of the fucking idiots i need to remember to hide from its been years leave me alone#i am going to fucking scream i have genres of morons to flip thru if any of you fucks are reading this right now know i hate#you. neither of the two who found that email know about my tumblr tho i think so its like a moot point lmao.#im pretty sure one did get my ig nuked tho thats what the email made it sound like#so i guess that answers that question lmao.#BLAH i am going to get v high&scream into a pillow now anyway good morning everyone#i cant tell if my meds are being disrupted by my moods or if this is just what having a personality is lmao#&i regret literally nothing in my life but some ppl make it pretty damn close when i think about whether or not i would go back&#instead of speaking to them at all perhaps walk directly into traffic lmao. but y'know.#... just girly things?
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đđđđđđ đđ đđđđ - changbin x reader
wc: 4,400
cw: mostly fluff but then it gets NSFW. SMUT MDNI.
synopsis: changbin is your favorite barista who makes an effort to make every mundane morning coffee order a little more intriguing.
a/n: i wanted something soft and sweet and playful with binnie but if you know me i can't control my need to be a degenerate!
as always thank you to @httpdwaekki for helping me map this out (PLS BE PROUD OF ME FOR FINDING MY OWN PICS) and i'm including a tag for @thefantasyden because she is changbin's wife after all.
sw: dirty talk, talk of somnophilia, cockwarming, unprotected sex (pls be smarter than that), oral sex (m and f receiving), deepthroating, idk probably more but im bad at this shit.
Stopping at the little cafe down the street from your apartment on your way to work had become somewhat of a ritual for you. You looked forward to the coffee sure, but also the man making it for you. The barista who worked the morning shift, Changbin, was not only handsome but incredibly kind and sweet. In the weeks youâd been frequenting the little spot, you had developed a fun rapport with each other that you really looked forward to each day. It started off as simple hellos and exchanging of names but had developed into him no longer writing your name on your cup and instead opting for funny jokes, questions, or trivia facts. The trick though was that he always wrote the answers on the bottom of your cup so you couldnt find out the answer until you were done with your drink that day. Not only did it make the little game suspenseful but it also kept your mind coming back around to thoughts of the handsome man who started it.
Today was no different, you walked into the shop, saw Changbin behind the counter, caught his eye, drank in his gorgeous smile at your arrival, and approached the counter to order.
âWell well well, if it isn't my favorite customer!â he greeted you, leaning forward onto the counter. You couldn't help but glance down at his arms, they were so distracting sometimes with all that muscle on display. Quickly you averted your gaze to the menu board but unbeknownst to you, Changbin caught your appraisal of his body. He grinned secretly to himself before speaking.
âI don't know why you're looking at my board like you're going to order anything different than your usual.â he joked.
You put on a fake pout and turned to him. âI hate that youâre right. Whatever, coffee jockey. Just get me my drink!â you teased, poking out your tongue at him. His head dropped and his shoulders shook with the laugh that bubbled out of him. He wagged a finger at you and turned to make your drink.
You would never say it out loud but when Changbin turned around to make your daily beverage, it was one of the best parts of the interaction. It gave you nothing but time to feast your eyes upon the expanse of his wide back, the subtle tapering of his waist to his hips, and of course the curve of his ass. Hey, he is the one who put the tight pants on okay, he was practically begging you to look! Or at least that's what you told yourself. You were so lost in thought about what might be hiding under his signature form fitting black t shirt that you almost got caught gawking.
Changbin turned back to you, classic to-go cup in hand and you noticed his familiar handwriting on the side of the cup. His grin had you speculating what todayâs joke or question might be. You took the cup from his hand and spun it to start reading it.
â âWhat's the best thing you can do with 10 single digit numbers?â ugh not fair, I hate math, Iâll never figure this one out!â you whined and stomped your foot. This prompted him to laugh again, carding one hand through his dark wavy hair while the other pushed his glasses back up the delicate bridge of his nose.
âThere's nothing to figure out, I always give you the answer! Just think of me as your own personal snapple cap.â he retorted, eyes glimmering.
You huffed playfully and took a sip of your coffee before narrowing your eyes at him. âAlright well one day, Iâm gonna know the answer all on my own and impress you. Just you wait!â
âYou already impress meâŚâ Changbin murmured just low enough you could barely hear it, but you did. For his sake though, you just pretended not to. âAnyway, this one is on the house, Iâm feeling generous today. See you tomorrow?â he asked, his tone hopeful.
âSame time as always Bin,â you said as you turned to leave, âbut be ready for me to have a witty response to today's question though!â you called over your shoulder with a smile.
***
All morning you pondered what the hell the answer to this number question would be. You cursed yourself for not asking for an iced drink instead so you could just chug it and look at the bottom of the cup.
After a while of typing, you reached out for your coffee and took the last sip cheering internally because now you could finally find out the answer!
When you lifted the cup and your eyes fell on Changinâs neat and tidy handwriting, your mouth dropped open. Surely this was a dream, right? You couldn't take your eyes off the numbers, his phone number, and the words âCall me!â in his personal script.
Almost mindlessly you picked up your phone and tapped out the numbers, your thumb hitting the call icon. After just two rings Changbinâs voice traveled into your ear.
âHello?â he asked casually.
âHi, Bin? This is you, right? You questioned, almost expecting it to be a prank.
âAh, I see you've finished your drink! This might have been my best idea yet.â he chuckled. âTakes you a while to drink your coffee huh? I assumed youâd be quicker to finish, what with all the energy you have.â He flirted, and you had to cover your mouth to muffle the gasp at his innuendo. It didn't work though and he just ended up laughing louder.
âIâll have you know mister Seo Changbin, there's a lot of things i'm quick atâŚand finishing is not one of them.â you quipped, this time you were the one hearing the gasp from the other end of the call. You couldn't help the grin on your face, talking to him just felt so easy and the flirting was so fluid and felt so good. It had been a long time since you felt this good talking to a man.
âSo as much as I love our little coffee cup game, I'd like to buy you a different kind of drink. And dinner to go with it if youâll let me.â Changbin said, a quiet apprehension coloring his voice like he was worried you might reject him.
âThat sounds wonderful Bin, I'd love that. When?â you asked, already trying to plan what to wear.
âTonight? Or is that too soon? Shit, I sound too eager don't i? Oh whatever fuck it, i am eager. I've been wanting to ask you out for forever!â he hurried out, his voice laced with humor and excitement. You took a few minutes to exchange information regarding the date and decided he would pick you up at seven. You said your goodbyes and hung up before tracking down your supervisor to tell her you weren't feeling well and leaving early to start the weekend. She didn't need to know you were really going home early to prepare for your date, that was your business alone!
***
Seven oâclock came quicker than you expected but luckily you were just slipping on some shoes when the doorbell rang. You took a deep breath to calm yourself before swinging open the door. Changbin looked gorgeous. You'd never seen him out of his apron before so it was a feast for your eyes. He went monochromatic in his look for the evening with black pants and a black button up shirt and it was enough to almost make you whine. He looked so damn good you couldn't stop yourself from making a joke to distract from your glaringly obvious staring. âWow, I can't remember the last time I went on a date with a man who actually tucked his shirt in.â you quipped, making him laugh. âI'm concerned about where you're finding these men, tucking in your shirt is maybe the most work a man has to do in the getting ready for a date process.â he said, leaning against the doorframe grinning. âNow let's get this date started.â Changbin said, offering his hand to you and leading you to his car.
***
âYou can't just drop insane lore on me like that and not explain! Start talking!â you hissed from across the table. âThere's not much to tell! I was young with no work experience and I needed a job!â Changbin said, throwing his head back laughing.
âYou canât seriously tell me you believed it was a paid position on a dance team, he was so clearly pedaling a âMagic Mikeâ situation Bin!â you were wheezing at this point.
You had been talking about anything and everything for what seemed like hours and you had asked him how he got his current job. The story being that he used to go to the coffee shop every night before they closed to get his caffeine buzz for his job at a club downtown. He was a bouncer but the original interview hadnât been for that. A man had scouted him on the street one day and asked him to come audition to be a member of a âdance team he was putting togetherâ, and Changbin had been so sweet and naive that he believed him and went.
âWell I definitely knew what kind of âdance teamâ it was after he told me to take my pants off!â Changbin whined, covering his face with his hands as you cackled.
âAnyway, I told him I couldn't do that but I would work the door as long as he never asked me to strip again. Then I decided one day that the night shift wasn't for me and I just applied for the barista job and worked my way up.â he said, rightfully proud of himself and his accomplishments.
The waiter stopped by and delivered the coffee you ordered after dessert and scurried away again. You lifted the cup and took a sip, not enjoying it even a little. Your face must have shown it because Changbin huffed a quiet laugh before saying âThe coffee sucks huh?â
With a shy smile you replied, âIâve definitely had better.â A light blush tinged his face, knowing you were talking about the drinks he made for you every day. He reached across the table to take the cup from your hands and when his fingers brushed yours you swore there were sparks. He lifted the cup to his lips and took a sip. âOh babe, it's not just bad. Its fucking burnt!â he said, scowling at the mug like it had insulted him.
âLet's get out of here. Iâll make you a better one.â He said, tossing some money onto the table for your dinner bill and offering you a hand to lead you to his car once again.
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When you pulled up in front of the coffee shop you were confused. When Changbin offered to make you a drink, you assumed it was a flirty line and a way to get you into his apartment. But apparently he was serious when it came to the coffee.
You stood behind him as he unlocked the door and then he ushered you in.
âBin are we supposed to be in here?! It's after hours! Wonât you get in trouble?â You whispered, trailing behind him as he flicked on a few lights and went behind the counter. When he turned to look at you his eyes were twinkling like he was in on a secret you had no idea about.
âSweetheart, I own this place. And my apartment is upstairs, I can do whatever I want!â he said, shooting you a proud smile as he rolled his sleeves up to his elbows.
Your jaw dropped at his confession. You quickly schooled your expression and leaned on the counter. âSo allllllll those times I playfully threatened to tell your manager you were messing with me, you were the manager the whole time?!â you screeched at his back while he prepared your coffee.
âWell...yeah i guess so!â He chuckled as he poured some espresso into a small cup. He finished making your beverage and turned to hand it to you. He looked so good with his sleeves rolled up, his hair a bit messy, and his glasses sitting just right, you couldn't help but stare at him for a moment. When he blushed again, you shook yourself out of your trance and took the cup, bringing it to your lips to take a long sip. Your eyes closed and you hummed a sound of satisfaction at the drink, he always made it just right. When you opened your eyes again that's when you noticed the writing on the cup. Looking at the side of it, you noticed he was continuing your usual game so you began to read it aloud.
âYou can use me to say hello, and to say goodbye. Iâm not as good when Iâm too dry. I can be quick or I can be slow. What am I?â you spoke, curiosity coloring your tone. At the same time you were reading the riddle, Changbin was rounding the counter to stand in front of you. He reached out and took the cup from you, tipping it back and downing the rest of the liquid before handing it back to you. Your heart pounded as you tipped it back and read the two simple words on the bottom of the cup out loud.
âA kiss.â you breathed out. And then it happened. Changbinâs hands fell on your waist and pulled you toward him, your lips meeting gently. His mouth moved against yours as his fingers gripped your hips. Your pulse was racing and the only thing you could think of in this moment was how badly you wanted him. It had been months of playing around this attraction and it was all coming to a head. It seemed like Changbin felt it too because it was as if he couldn't get your body close enough to his even though you were pressed together. He was grabbing at any bit of you he could get his hands on and sweeping his tongue into your mouth as you gasped. It was the hottest kiss youâd ever had and your brain just chanted âmore, more, moreâ.
He hiked your leg up over his hip and his thigh rubbed at you just where you wanted it to. You threw your head back as you panted for air but Changbin never slowed. His lips fell to your now exposed neck and shoulder where he alternated between kissing and sucking at your skin. You squeezed his biceps as his teeth grazed your pulse point. Then a thought pierced through the lust addled fog and you realized where you were, the coffee shop. In full view of the big glass windows facing the street.
âBinâŚBin hold on! People will see us!â You squeaked, horrified at the notion that any random person walking by might see you being taken apart by this man.
âDonât care. Want em to see. Mine.â He panted against the skin above your breasts, rocking you against his thigh. The motion sent you reeling for a moment, the delicious friction against your center almost too good.
âBin, take me upstairs. Please?â you whimpered against his mouth after pulling his face to yours.
âYeah. Yeah youre right. Okay câmon.â He mumbled, realizing maybe the idea of being seen wasn't the best idea for business reasons. He took your hand and pulled you to the back of the shop and lead you up the stairs. When you crossed the threshold of his apartment you didn't have much time to take it in but from what you saw it was very cute with some unique furniture pieces and light fixtures. Changbin weaved you through his apartment to his bedroom where as soon as you were in it, he had you against the wall with his lips attacking any sliver of skin he could get to. Your chest was heaving as he made quick work of your clothes and stripped you down to your bra and panties. He stepped back with a hand over his mouth, his breathing heavy as well. You felt very exposed as his eyes raked over you so you tried to make a joke.
âIâm almost naked and you're still fully clothed. Doesn't seem very fair, Binnie.â
âFuck, say that again.â He groaned as he rushed back to you.
âBinnie?â You questioned.
âGod, I love the way that sounds cominâ out of your mouth.â He pulled you to the bed and laid you down before reaching down to remove your panties. He gently pushed your legs apart and a low rumble resonated from him. âSo fucking pretty. God damn, even prettier than I dreamt.â He groaned.
âBeen dreaming about me huh? Why don't you have a taste and find out if I live up to your expectations?â you flirted as you brought your hands up to remove your bra.
And he didn't need to hear anything else. He dropped to his knees and drove right in. Immediately his lips latched onto your clit and he sucked, hard. Your back bowed up off the bed and a scream tore out of you at the unexpected intensity. Two of his fingers began rubbing at the wetness seeping out of you, and then he slowly pushed them inside. It felt like he was everywhere all at once and you were on complete overload. He continued lapping and sucking at you as his finger pumped lazily in and out of you, scissoring every few thrusts like he was trying to stretch you out. When your moans increased in volume and your hands fisted the sheets, Changbin curled his fingers and pressed against the spongy patch inside you. He rubbed over the spot repeatedly and gently bit down on your clit making you wail as you fell apart.
He removed his fingers and brought them to his mouth to suck them clean. The shine on the lower half of his face was all you and it brought you a sick kind of joy seeing yourself all over this beautiful man.
Changbin quickly removed his clothes until he was standing in front of you only in his boxers. You slid off the bed and onto your knees in front of him. When you looked up at him he was already staring down at you and it made you feel so good, knowing he enjoyed seeing you like this. You reached up and slowly drew his boxer briefs down, his cock springing free and slapping at his stomach.
âJesus fuck.â You breathed, in awe of his size and the pretty leaking tip.
âWhat? Is everything okay? We can stop!â he hurried out and nervously pushed his glasses back up his nose as they had started to slide down from the angle he was looking at you from.
âNo! No we are not stopping, fuck no. Itâs justâŚyou've got the biggest dick Iâve ever personally seen. Took me by surprise for a second is all, even though it shouldn't have. I should have known from how you carry yourself. Major BDE.â you explained and he started to laugh.
You leaned forward and in one go, took as much of him into your mouth and throat as you could, punching a sound out of him you'd never heard before but were determined to get him to make it again.
âFucking hell baby, that was a lot. God damn it, your mouth is so hot.â he moaned out as his hips started to move. His hand weaved into your hair to hold your head still as he shallowly thrusted into your eagerly awaiting throat. Your eyes almost rolled back as you savored the taste and weight of him on your tongue.
All too early it seemed, he withdrew from your mouth. He started to chuckle but you didn't know why until he spoke. âYou're pouting sweetheart. I took my dick out of your mouth and you look disappointed. I might be the luckiest man alive.â
âI like it. Helps me turn my brain off. And you taste good.â you mumbled. His hand came down to caress your cheek. âGod, youre an angel huh? Sent just for me. Câmon, up.â he said as he helped you stand.
Changbin got on the bed first before motioning you to climb on top of him. âWanâ you on top first. Easier for you to control how much of me goes in at once. Will you ride me baby?â he asked.
âFirst?â you questioned, still standing beside the bed. He looked at you confused.
âYou said you want me on top first. You gonna be movinâ me around a lot?â you asked with a grin.
âBaby, iâm going to have you in so many ways tonight. Donât worry your pretty little head about it.â He said as you threw a leg over his lap.
You reached forward to take his glasses off for him but he stopped you. âNo. I wanna see you, perfectly. Now go on, put me inside pretty girl.â And who were you to argue?
You reached beneath you to grab hold of him and line him up with your entrance. As you slowly sank down on him you watched his face. He stared at the spot where your bodies were now joined for as long as he could bear before you were fully seated on him and his head shot back. His hands wrapped around your thighs were squeezing you so tight you wouldn't be surprised to see bruises in the morning. You planted your hands on his pecs and thats when you saw it, the tears spilling out of his eyes that were slammed shut.
âBin? You okay baby?â You cooed.
âUh-huh. Jusâ feels sâgood. Been waiting for this, for you, for months. God, feels so good it almost hurts sweetheart.â he whimpered on a shaky breath.
âItâs okay, Mâgonna make it all better okay? Promise.â you said, leaning down to kiss him as you started to rock your hips. Gradually you picked up speed and were riding him in earnest, desperate to get him as deep as possible.
âUghhh Binnie, feels so good. So big too, stretches me out so perfect.â you moaned.
âYeah? You feel me so deep huh? Fuck youre so warm inside. Feel like im gonna bust like a fucking teenager.â Changbin groaned as you fucked him hard and fast, riding him like you had something to prove. You kept at it for a few more minutes until he stopped you to change positions.
He flipped you onto your stomach and pushed one leg up so you were flat on the bed but your legs were spread enough for him to settle between them. You felt the head of his cock prodding at you and then he sank inside in one fluid thrust. It was lucky you were already flat on the bed because if you hadnt been, you were sure your knees would have given out. He fucked into you like that for a few minutes and then he slowed down again. He leaned over you and pressed his chest to your back.
âIâm gonna try something, if you don't like it just tap my arm twice okay?â he asked and all you could do was moan out what you thought was an âokayâ. Suddenly he looped his arm underneath your neck and bent it at the elbow effectively putting you in a headlock. He started thrusting into you again at a steady even pace and slowly he increased the pressure of his bicep and forearm against your airway. The obstruction of your airway was enough to send your brain into a foggy cloudy space and you loved it. It heightened the sensations of everything else. You could feel his sweat slicked chest sliding against your back, you could feel his cock throbbing inside you, and you could feel the heat in your lower belly building.
âYoure so fucking pretty like this baby. A beautiful doll just for me to play with huh?â he said. âYeah you like it like this don't you? Quiets your brain for a while doesn't it? Makes you so cockdrunk you can't think of anything else. So beautifully mindless just for a little while. Binnie will take care of you baby, don't worry.â he spoke softly and you could feel that heat inside you skyrocketing. Who knew this sweet man was so nasty in bed? âWhy dont you cum for me baby, hmm? Give it to me sweetheart, wanna feel this tight little pussy sucking me in.â he encouraged as he kept moving inside you. âCâmonâŚcâmon baby. Yeaaaah there it is. Good girl.â he coaxed as you exploded around him with a yelp. He released your neck from his hold and used both hands to pull your hips up.
âCanâ hold myself up Binnie. You have to do it.â you whined, exhausted and boneless from your second mind blowing orgasm of the evening.
âSâokay baby, I got you. Donât worry, I'm so close, keep squeezing me like that. Yes yes yesâŚâ he mumbled as he continued to batter your insides with his huge dick. About four thrusts later he was spilling inside you, laying claim to your walls with his cum.
Changbin was over the moon and not ready for this to end so he stayed inside you and rolled you both over onto your side into the spooning position. He reached over you to grab the blanket and cover you both.
âYou wanna stay inside me Binnie? You want me again soon?â You yawned out, exhausted from the vigorous activities.
âMhmâŚfeels so good. Feels right, like i belong there. That okay?â He asked, his voice gentle as his hand stroked the soft skin of your thigh.
âMmm yeah. Like it. Fuck me again when you wake up though okay? Even if iâm still asleep. Wanâ wake up to you drilling me.â You mumbled, fully about to descend into sleep safe and warm in his arms. Changbin groaned and bit down on your shoulder before he responded.
âGod youre fucking perfect arenât you pretty girl? Sure, as soon as i wake up Iâll fuck you into the mattress. Whatever you want baby, Rest up. Iâm far from done with you.â
The End
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the prettiest girl: charles leclerc x black fem! reader smau â.Ë đźâ.
request: a friend of Charles is hitting on y/n and like he likes all her Instagram pictures talking about her, send her messages so it makes Charles jealous. - @kayleen0
warnings: jealousy, suggestive content
author's note: for the sake of this request im using one of charles' friends, hugo. this is no hate to him and this is a work of fiction not to be taken seriously. i hope that you enjoy what i've written!
the first time you noticed that something weird was going on between one of charles' friends and you was a random afternoon you all were on a yacht having a friends day. it was nothing crazy, just charles' childhood friends and their girlfriends for the guys who weren't single. the way his eyes lingered on you a moment longer than everyone else's, the way he ended up by your side if charles wasn't there as he tried to make attempts to get you to talk to him. from the beginning of it all you were fairly cautious about it. all the answers to his questions were one or two words, laughs were forced and smiles were awkward and ingenuine. yet for some odd reason you got the feeling that he just didn't get the hint, or chose to ignore it. however you weren't completely sure if maybe it was all in your head, after all a lot of his friends were friendly and told you that you looked nice so maybe that's all it was...maybe?
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havanaroseliu bring me back a bag of bubs pls  đĽş
⤡ isthatyn you know i did <3
charles_leclerc loving every moment i spend with you â¤ď¸
⤡ isthatyn i love you so much wow đĽš
cocojones i miss you :(
⤡ isthatyn yet you never answer my calls đ
⤡ cocojones girl i been working ntm on me đ
⤡ username1 OOP COCO BOOKED AND BUSY!
hugomicallef the prettiest girl đ
⤡ username2 oh thats...
⤡ username3 chill out he's just stating a fact
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your gaze lingered on your phone screen as you read his comment over and over again.
the prettiest girl đ
no matter how many times you tried to rationalize it, something just didn't sit right with you about it. you tried to tell yourself that maybe he was just being nice, charles' fans were always calling you variations of "queen slayer" , "prettiest f1 wag", and "most beautiful woman ever" but that just seemed different when it came from someone you knew closer than some strangers online that happened to support you.
charles' voice snapped you out of your trance, "qu'est-ce que tu regardes, mon cĹur ?" you jumped slightly and put your phone down quickly, tucking it under your thigh, "nothing just instagram comments." charles eyed you up and down then asked, "why do you have this shocked look on your face? did someone say something to you?" you debated on actually mentioning hugo's comments but at the last minute you changed your mind, "no you just startled me, i wasn't paying attention that's all." his shoulders relaxed and the features on his face softened, "ah i'm sorry my love, i didn't mean to scare you." he kissed your temple and walked off elsewhere in your shared apartment. [what are you looking at, my heart?]
not a minute later you felt your phone buzz and you received a DM on twitter. you checked and noticed that it was hugo responding to the message you sent him earlier. the minute you opened it your heart sank to your feet as you read his very obviously flirtatious reply. instead of just ignoring it you decided to respond, telling yourself that maybe if you didn't match his energy and kept it brief maybe he'd read the room:
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you felt your phone DMs on twitter go off once more and you didn't even have to check them to know who it was. at this point you decided to just post a little more obviously on instagram that you were happily in a relationship, in your mind that's what this dumbass guy might need to see...right?:
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isthatyn avec toi, je sui moi [with you i am me]
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lilymhe the prettiest! đđ
⤡ isthatyn no that's definitely you đŤś
charles_leclerc Mon cĹur t'appartient [my heart belongs to you]
username4 did charles play her a song-
⤡ username5 girl pls that man has probably composed an entire symphony for that woman đđđ
hugomicallef a work of art photographing a work of art đđ
⤡ charles_leclerc đ¤¨
⤡ username6 here this man go again with these weird ass comments đ
sabrinacarpenter it was so nice running into you <3
⤡ isthatyn you too! i can't wait for the album to drop soon!!!
francisca.cgomes i'm about to make pierre learn to play piano now :)
⤡ isthatyn omg girl do it
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knots formed in your stomach as you noticed that charles did respond to the comment left by his friend. you knew that he was sending you pictures that you posed and just responding to them with whatever weird ass comments he thought of. you'd seen the messages and read them, gut wrenching disgust filing your stomach. at this point you knew that telling charles was no longer an option, it simply had to be done. however the idea of showing your boyfriend what his friend was saying to you brought a worry that you never thought you'd feel. the idea that rather than being mad at his best friend, he'd blame you instead for the unwanted attention became a thought on the forefront of your mind. you'd seen similar things happen in friends' relationships and even in some of your past ones as well. you knew you had to tell him, you just didn't want to knowing that maybe you'd lose him in the process.
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charles had seen the way hugo had been liking his close friends instagram stories but only the ones with you in it. he noticed the way hugo was amongst the first to like and comment under your posts as well. the first comment he noticed to be...off putting was calling you a work of art, that's not something you say about a friend let alone a friend's girlfriend. he'd kept his mouth shut not wanting to upset you into thinking you did something wrong by posting pictures of yourself, so he left it alone. in his mind, hugo was a good friend who had always respected him in his past relationships so why would that suddenly change? it shouldn't, at least that's what he told himself. but on the off chance that maybe hugo was 'confused', he simply posted something that got the message across:
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charles_leclerc mes deux cĹurs  đ
isthatyn ur so fine i neED YOU RN đ¤¤
⤡ charles_leclerc baby pls-
⤡ isthatyn that's what i would be saying if you were here with me rn đ¤
username7 what ever happened to hello, how are you?
⤡ isthatyn CAN YOU BLAME ME LOOK AT HIM
oscarpiastri i miss the person i was before reading all that âšď¸
⤡ isthatyn don't disrespect your mother
hugomicallef a shame we can't see her gorgeous face đ
⤡ charles_leclerc you can't but i can đ
username9 LMFAO GET EM SHARL
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you sat across from charles on the bed in your shared bedroom and noticed the way his brow furrowed as he looked at his phone. a feeling of dread settled in your stomach as soon as he asked, "baby have you seen your comments under our instagram posts?" you closed the book you were reading and pretended to not know what he was mentioning, so you changed the subject before he could focus on the person you didn't want to think about. with that specific gaze saved for the most intimate of moments you pulled his phone from his hand, "the comments you did nothing about when i left them?" slowly you crawled over to him and settled right on his lap so you were straddling his hips.
almost as if it was an instinct, charles' hands found their place on each side of your body, his thumbs gently rubbing circles at your hipbone. your fingers tangled into his hair as you pulled his head back slightly to bring his lips to yours once you leaned down. the taste of your vanilla mint chapstick filled his mouth as his tongue lightly brushed against your plump bottom lip. he was lost in all that you were for a moment before he remembered what he was going to say. abruptly he pulled away, "y/n-" you cut him off, hoping that he would fall under your spell, "don't deny me, not right now." his blue eyes locked with yours, those long thick eyelashes that framed your glittering eyes pulled him in once more and all it took was a soft whispered, "please charlie..." he pulled your shirt off and tossed it aside before flipping you over so you were now under him. charles began kissing your neck gently right at that spot you loved so much. your eyes began to fall shut as you finally let the worries you held on to leave your mind, opening up your thoughts to be taken over by the man above you.
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isthatyn never want this break to end đđ§Ą
tyla everything about you đŠˇ
⤡ isthatyn TYLA- PLS WAIT I LOVE YOU PLEASE LOVE OF MY LIFE
⤡ tyla ilysm pretty girl, we have to get together sometime
⤡ charles_leclerc excuse me đ
⤡ isthatyn charles_leclerc STOP EMBARASSING ME IN FRONT OF TYLA âđž
altonmason u r so hawt
⤡ isthatyn LMAOOOO TY ILY ILY ILY đđ
username10 y/n pls may i have your hand in marriage đ
⤡ isthatyn no you may not - charles
⤡ username10 sharing is caring charles đ
⤡ isthatyn i don't care. therefore, she's mine - charles
hugomicallef can charles fight?
⤡ charles_leclerc yes he can. would you like to come find out? đ
username11 ion mean to be rude or nun but do he realize he's talking to his PROFESSIONAL BOXER of a friend about fighting...he'd lose...badly
⤡ username12 how do u kno? he could be able to throw down
⤡ username13 baby the dimples and blue eyes aren't gonna help him in a fight. he'd be cooked in under 30 seconds đđđ
hugomicallef like an angel of the sea, a siren calling my name đ
⤡ isthatyn ambulance sirens are going to be calling your name if you don't get out of my fucking comments you sick fuck đ
⤡ carlossainz55 this is really not cool man...
⤡ landonorris she's not calling your fucking name dipshit
⤡ oscarpiastri get out of here
⤡ alex_albon BOOOOO đTOMATO TOMATO TOMATO!!!! đ
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⤡ lewishamilton have some respect dude
⤡ pierregasly she doesn't fucking like you
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there was no point in trying to avoid having the conversation that you should have had days ago. hugo was very obviously flirting with you and judging by the fact that multiple drivers hopped into your comment section coming to your defense, it was obvious charles had told them something. the minute charles came home from a workout you made a beeline to the bathroom to hide. as much as you knew there was no point, that worry of him blaming you and leaving controlled all rational thoughts.
you remained silent in the bathroom until charles slowly pushed the door open and didn't say anything to you. he was very obviously infuriated by the entire ordeal but he didn't even know the entire thing. silently you watched cautiously and he simply walked up to you and placed a hand on your cheek before kissing you so gently against your lips. he pulled away and asked quietly, "i'll shower and then we talk, yes?" you nodded silently and shuffled away into your bedroom where the ten minutes he took felt like ten hours.
when charles was finally out of the shower you were staring out the bedroom window watching people outside. you jumped when you felt a pair of warm hands around your waist turn you to face the other direction. charles held your gaze as he asked, "why didn't you tell me that he was messaging you?" tears immediately filled your eyes and panic coursed through your veins as heat warmed your cheeks, "i didn't- i'm sorry i-i didn't want to ruin your friendship i knew that you two were childhood friends and i thought if i ignored him then he'd leave me alone but he didn't and i should have told you immediately but i was scared you'd blame me and i didn't want to make you mad and-"
your boyfriend held onto your hands and led you to the edge of your bed, "darling please take a deep breath. i'm not mad at you, i'm mad at him for disrespecting you and our relationship. i also should have talked to him sooner, but i didn't want you to feel guilty for anything that happened. you shouldn't have had to deal with this, and i'm sorry for not being there to defend you when it started. i'm no longer friends with hugo, the entire friend group is no longer friends with him....also i will admit you did make me laugh with the last messages you sent him to tell him off." when you looked up with a worried gaze he clarified, "he sent me all of them to try to make you look like the one at fault."
you let out a sigh and charles pulled you closer to his chest where he could still feel your heart racing a mile a minute. he kissed the top of your head and said, "i'm sorry my darling." you melted into his embrace and you sniffled softly, "thank you...but i still feel like....guilty?" charles squeezed you tighter, "the only thing you are guilty of is being my only love, my pretty girl." you finally let out a small laugh, the first he's heard from you in a week. there was a warm gentleness to his voice as he told you, "i never want you to feel like you can't tell me something, especially when it's something like this okay?" you hummed in understanding and he kissed you once more, giving one last squeeze before letting you go.
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the end.
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ENHYPEN
,, enhypenâs reaction to their partner commenting on their live ! â <3
OT7!enhypen X idol-fem-reader | genre fluff | warnings mentions of food ! | not proofread | note. with all the seriousness im a sucker for these kind of reactions. | also yes, i know itâs hard but PLEASE imagine that their interaction with their partner is allowed and fans totally love it and live for it.
â íŹěš âś (heeseung)
you had your free time in between your very tight schedule, you decided to text your boyfriend and ask him how his day is going so far. you waited about ten minutes which was weirdâhe has a free day today.
that was when you noticed enhypen is on live! you quickly got in and saw your boyfriend smiling at the screen while talking to his fans.
âwhatâs this bracelet? oh that! y/n gave it to me, look at her wrist she has a matching oneâ he smiled. you tapped your keyboard and sent your comment, âthatâs why you didnât reply to my text!â
âoh? y/nâs here!â he smiled widely this time, âiâm sorry iâm having too much fun hereâ he answered your comment, âeveryone please give lots of love to y/n while i reply to her textâ
just like that, he grabbed his phone to answer your texts, regardless of his 1 million views on live.
â ě ě´ âś (jay)
jay decided to go on live today and play some songs with his guitar while talking with his fans. he was so busy focusing on his guitar to notice your cute comments which adores him so much.
you were almost about to give up after commenting more than any other fan on the live when he finally looked at the screen, âhuh? y/nâs here?â he asked the fans.
when he noticed your comment, âyou look so cute today, my cute boyfriendđâ he giggled while staring at it.
âiâll be playing the next song for y/n,â he suddenly said and grabbed his guitar again, âitâs our favorite song! you should listen to itâ
you then stayed until the end of his live, not minding the fact that youâre a bit late to your next schedule.
â ě ě´íŹ âś (jake)
he was busy putting his favorite songs on youtube and singing his heart out to notice your song recommendations.
âlately, iâve been spending my time with y/n while listening to our favorite songs, i really recommend you to do it with a person you love and cherishâ he pressed his lips together and smiled.
fans noticed that speaking about you always made him smile and feel better.
he was searching for song recommendations in the comments again and noticed yours, âoh? wait a minute!â he reached to the phone to search your comment again.
âitâs y/n!â he said and immediately went to youtube and put your song, âits her favorite song, i hope youâll like it tooâ he smiled proudly while pointing at the screen.
â ěąí âś (sunghoon)
sunghoon was answering some questions and talking about his previous schedule.
you decided to comment on his live random questions to see if you can get noticed, questions like âsunghoon!! howâs gaeul doing?â and more.
without even noticing that it was you, sunghoon replied to all of your questions. âpeople are saying that y/n is hereâ he reached his phone and searched through the millions of comments.
after noticing your questions that he answered just a second ago he giggled and smiled, âi didnât even notice it was y/nâ
you then commented âyou donât even text your girlfriend latelyâ and he just sat there for a few minutes and just asked for your forgiveness after his own fans told him to apologize.
â ě ě° âś (sunoo)
sunoo was playing some songs while sharing with everyone a few stories that happened lately.
âright! y/n came to our photoshoot and gave us some homemade food! i think she had a lot of free time that day considering the tight schedule she hasâ he frowned.
he then read a few more comments until his eyes fell on yours, âiâd make sure to pack you homemade food everydayâ and smiled widely.
âsince y/n is so free today, letâs call her!â he grabbed his phone and face-timed you. ây/n say hello to my lovely fansâ he turned his phone and your face showed up.
âhello!â you giggled, âplease give a lot of love and support to my sunooâ you waved. sunoo then turned his phone back and sent you a flying kiss before hanging up, âthat was my girlfriend everyoneâ
â ě ě âś (jungwon)
as soon as jungwon sent you a text that his food arrived, you also got a notification that enhypen is live, and of course it was going to be jungwon.
he was talking and putting some songs, making a little mukbang for his fans. fans went crazy when they saw your comments, âjungwon said he was going to buy me food too but he went on liveđâ
he noticed your comment only after his fans told him that youâre watching the live. ây/nâŚ.?â he asked and searched for your comment.
he chuckled to himself, âwait iâll order you something nowâ he grabbed his phone and tapped some things.
âiâll be ordering this for y/nâ he showed his phone screen with a lot of food in the list, âeat well~â he smiled and continued to talk with his fans and enjoy his food.
â ëí¤ âś (niki)
he opened the live to casually talk about whatever with his fans. he likes to put songs at the background and give some song recommendations as well.
he was all dressed up today and was explaining where heâs heading after this live. you two barely talked that day since both of you are having a really tight schedule.
âiâve been wanting to tell y/n this but we donât have any time to talk latelyâ his smile dropped, âi miss having enough time to talk with herâ
that was until he found you in the comments, âi miss you too! promise to video call you todayđ¤â BOY WAS A BLUSHING MESS PFFFFFFFF
he spent the rest of the live sharing some cute memories of you and him together when you had the time to spend.
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okay but..... pathetic yearning beast!stalkerzai... he's so quiet abt his obsession with u making up any excuse to have u around for subordinate purposes and when ur not around him he makes sure he can still keep tabs on u AHHH hes so sad and so smitten
"pathetic" i dont need to hear any more. im on board.
The continuous knocking on your apartment door leaves you anxious, quickly pulling on a comfy sweatshirt before answering the door. A breeze flies into the room, causing you to shiver, before you make eye contact with,
"Why aren't you at work today?" Dazai crosses his arms, an angry expression on his face. Though, the pout he wears causes it to be less intimidating than he'd normally be.
You glance into your apartment briefly, still feeling chilly while exposed to the outside air. "Um... I don't work?"
"You always work."
"Right. Which is why I have today off." Awkwardly, you itch your arm. "Am I⌠needed, Boss?"
Dazai sighs before walking into your apartment (with no invitation) and closes your own door behind him. "You're freezing."
"I'm slightly chilled," you shrug, brushing off the notion. Any other subordinate wouldn't dare correct the boss of the Port Mafia, but he'd always been more lenient with you - supposedly because you âarenât as dumbâ as the rest. "But that's what the hoodie is for."
Without another word, Dazai plops down onto your couch, making a show of looking around your apartment. Itâs tiny - the whole thing barely the size of his office at HQ â and Dazai wonders if youâd rather move in with him. For more space, of course. And he guesses youâd be saving on rent that way, too.
âHow do you know where I live?â You ask curiously. Sure, itâs probably somewhere in your files, but your boss never seemed like the type to care.
Shrugging, he murmurs, âItâs my job.â
You want to make this visit quick, but kicking out your boss didnât seem like a smart idea. âAre you thirsty? Would you like a cup of tea?..â
Yes, Dazai wants to try your tea. Just because youâre his subordinate, and he needs to make sure itâs up to par. What if he needs you to serve tea to some associates in the future? âIâd love one.â
Biting back a sigh, you fill your kettle before placing it on the stove, watching as your old gas stove flickers on. Silence hangs between you two - you had no intention of carrying the conversation when he just barged in uninvited.
Dazai seems to have a similar idea, sitting laxly on your couch and waiting for his tea. You pour one cup, uninterested in making one yourself, before placing it on the coffee table in front of him. âSugar? Milk?â
âThis is fine, thanks.â He takes a sip. Heavenly, heâs sure. Well, all tea tastes the same, but something about it coming from your hands⌠delectable. Itâs as though he can taste the love you must pour into every cup.
Mouth shut, you take a seat on the chair across from him. âMay I ask, sir, why are you here? Am I needed?â The question is posed once again as you hope for a quick resolution. Kicking out your boss is wrong, but hopefully heâll read between the lines and show himself out - the same way he showed himself in.
A long sip of tea permeates the otherwise silent room. Heâs doing this on purpose, youâre sure of it.
ââŚI was worried,â he mumbles into the mug, sound muffled and quiet.
âSorry?â
âYou should be,â he replies, uninterested in repeating himself. âI needed you today, only to find out you vanished into thin air.â
âI didnât run, if thatâs what youâre implying,â your eyes narrow. You would not be mistaken for a traitor.
âNo, no,â he grins. You were at your most entertaining when you became combative. Dazai much prefers you like this rather than subservient. âYou took today off.â
Correcting the boss of the Port Mafia was risky, but, âYou gave me today off. A month ago, after that mission, you told me to pick a day to relax.â
Thatâs⌠true. It was a strenuous mission, and while Dazai made sure to keep you out of the fray, he thought a gift like that would make you feel touched and indebted to him. Annoyingly, heâd nearly forgotten, since Dazai had planned on reneging at the last minute to trap you with him. For your work ethtic, of course.
A pout graces his lips, unhappy at your disappearance from his side. And that he had no rebuttal to it. âWell, I still need you. I made dinner reservations for two accidentally, and the restaurant is rather strict. You need to come with. The meal will be comped, of course."
âSir, I donâtâ â
âDonât want your job?â His eyes narrow, pout vanishing immediately. You had to go along with it. âIâm sure you donât mean that, over something as silly as a nice dinner.â
â...Of course, sir.â You tug on the strings of your hoodie, wanting to emphasize that you aren't exactly dressed for something 'nice.' "What time am I expected?"
Dazai has to stop himself from swooning. How adorable. Well, itâs not you thatâs adorable, of course. Itâs the juxtaposition of such n oversized hoodie on you that he finds adorable, not you yourself. Definitely. âWe can leave now, actually. Get changed, please. I wouldn't say there's a dress code, but it's not a 'hoodie' establishment."
Rather than lashing out at him for the snide comment, you choose to bite your tongue and head into your bedroom.
Exhausted was too light a word to describe how you felt. Donned in a 'nice' outfit that was rather uncomfortable, you stood outside in the cold air and harsh breeze as Dazai suggested to the host to let him in. This bastard didn't have reservations for one, much less two.
After the manager is called over and recognizes Dazai, you're quickly ushered in beside him. Dazai pulls out a seat at a secluded table in the back, gesturing for you to sit. "Come."
Without a second thought, you sit in the very seat he'd pulled out, stifling a yawn as he pushes you in. Youâre Dazai's best employee - he must keep you close at all times. Which is why he takes advantage of your position as his subordinate to orders you waste your day off in a fancy restaurant across from him. If you want time off of work, youâll have to spend it with him - just so he can keep an eye on you, of course.
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Never Shall We Die (3; final)
ÂŤÂŤ Nothing is too outlandish when itâs a life of liberty on the line. Â
PAIRING: kwon soonyoung x reader
PLAYLIST: right here!
pirate lingo glossary (pls refer!)
SYNOPSIS: Deadliest pirate on the high seas or a damn fool? The stupid King and his men have snatched Hoshi's precious pirate ship with their too clean, too soft hands; grounds to question his own vices. Except, when he and his crew land in the quarters of a navy ship, revenge on their roster, they stumble across a princess in its gallows. Hoshi wonders if he's just struck gold, or if you'd become the final tread to his downfall.
GENRES: pirate!au, enemies to lovers, slowburn, angst, fluff, smut [minor dni], some pirates of the carribean vibes but ? idk
WORD COUNT [full fic]: 48.1k
Part 1: 17.07k | Part 2: 15.2k | Part 3 [final] : 15.8k
@highvern's out of context comment box: new fear unlocked: hoshi with explosives, victorian ankle moment, HATE HIM (need him carnally), hoshi covered in soapy water would distract me enough, strip for me pirate mingyu [hes litrally taking off his jacket], your honor hes a bitch, freaks!, mingyu crushes hoshi's head like a grape, WONWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, massive dick, the way i literally gasped like an old scandalized woman
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WARNINGS: slowburn, plot heavy, happy ending bc no angsty endings in this household, being taken hostage, knives, bombs, and guns, mentions of blood, mentions of SA (does not happen and it is not explicitly mentioned), alcohol, mentions of death (patricide), hoshi is â¨selectively moralâ¨but kind of moral nonetheless, side character death, [pls lmk if im missing something its alot] smut tags: hoshi loves thighs, corruption kink to the mAX, clit stimulation, oral (f. receiving), breast play, p in v sex (unprotected, 1800s contraception will make you prefer it but pls dont do this irl), making out
[AN]: final part oh my god if youve read the other parts up till now, THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOU i hope you guys enjoyed reading this as much as i loved writing it, im really proud of this fic and im so happy so many of you have enjoyed it so far. @highvern betaing as always ty for not giving up on me. AS ALWAYS, PLS TELL ME YOUR THOTS IN THE RBS OR THE REPLIES OR SEND ME AN ASK LITERALLY WTV MUAH MUAH HAPPY READING <3
THIS IS THE NICEST PRISON Hoshi has ever been in, which was saying something, because he had been in quite a lot of prisons.Â
But it was uncomfortable nonetheless, six grown men tied up and shoved into a crouching space to be done with as the men that prowled above pleased.Â
Hoshi would be lying if he said he hadnât had to restrain from pushing some of those sorry soldiers into the ice waters beyond the glaciers. He had resisted, the crew had resisted, but just enough to convince them of their unwillingness.Â
Hoshi had realised early on that there was no possible way of getting aboard Tigress without somehow climbing aboard the Kingâs boat first. The king wasnât about to simply hand Hoshiâs ship over, and there was no indication that they'd wait till after nightfall to depart.Â
Hoshi also knew that the King would refuse to have him die so easily in the waters of the Green Islands, his pride depended on it. He imagines the man drawing up the specifics of the most gruesome execution the Kingdom would ever see. Hoshi was counting on it.Â
The bounds couldâve been broken out of and the locks somehow picked, but Hoshi also knew that he had to wait. Wait for you to find him first.Â
âWhatâs taking her so long?â Jun asks. Heâd been the most anxious out of all, the shaking feet and restless moving making it clear.Â
âThe bomb wonâtâŚgo off still strapped to her, will it?â Minghao asks and Hoshi isnât quite sure he wants to know the answer.Â
âIt shouldnât. Not until she pulls the tab. ButâŚâ
âBut?â Hoshi whips around. âWhy is there a but? You were supposed to make sure there was no but!â
âBig bomb, more boom, less predictable!âÂ
âAre you sure we canât break out and look for her ourselves?â Mingyu grumbles, the most compromised with his longer limbs folded in uncomfortable positions.
âThe minute they know weâre loose theyâll swarm her. There wonât be a way to get to her, not without fighting off every last bastard on this ship. Theyâve taken our stuff too, we donât stand a chance.â
They did, actually, stand a chance. But that was only if they were to break away and head straight for Tigress that was empty and standing right beside this very ship. But they couldnât. Hoshi couldnât. Not without taking you with him.Â
Nobody dares to suggest the easier route, and he doubts itâs just because of what he wants.Â
But panic was beginning to trickle into Hoshiâs veins anyway, the closed off brig refusing to give him any indication of the time of day.Â
The sun was only beginning to set when they were taken to the ship, and he knew they were near done for if they didnât finish what they started before nightfall. He canât tell how long itâs been, and it eats away at his insides.Â
Please be okay.Â
And then he hears it, the sound of a body hitting the floors with a loud thud, a chortle of air before itâs knocked out. He finds himself sitting up straighter, pressing his hands to bars of the prison, trying to peer out the narrow walkway that leads to the doors.Â
And then you appear in the lamplight, haphazard and ruffled up beyond measure.Â
The knife in your hand drips with blood, your shirt torn at the arms, your hands bloodied and bruised.Â
When Hoshi sees your face he almost doesnât recognise you.Â
Thereâs angry blooming marks of red and purple all across your neck and collarbone, your eyes bloodshot and red, watering like youâd been swimming in salt water.Â
âWho did this?â he asks before anything else, watching you drop to your knees in front of the prison, unanswering as you fumbled with a giant ring of keys in your hand.Â
You jam each key into the lock, twisting it to no avail. Your hands are shaking.Â
The crew finally twist out of their loose bonds, Minghao lurching forward immediately, swatting your hands away. He picks out a few skinny pins from his boot, picking the rusty lock. Despite the strange angle, the bars creak open within seconds.Â
âThereâsâŚThereâs ropes hooked onto the ship on the main deck.âÂ
Your voice sounds like youâre speaking through sandpaper, talking while struggling to emerge with the bomb you had.Â
Hoshi doesnât know what to do when he crawls out of the space.Â
Heâd had it all figured out in his head, what would happen in every possible outcome. You getting hurt wasnât in any of his universal conclusions; especially not on this ship. Theyâd kill his crew, they might even kill the King with themselves, but you were meant to remain unscathed.Â
âWhyâwhy do you look like that? What happened?â Nothing registers in his head, not even when Jun is pushing him out into the hall.Â
âGet up to the deck and get out across the lines!â Jun gruffs in his ears. âThat bombâs gonna go off with us still on here.â
He sees the canister that lies in the same prison they had just exited, he sees your mouth moving without sound. All he can think of are the distinct fingerprints around your throat and how it looked like somebody tried to kill you before they tried to kill him.Â
âSoonyoung,â he hears you say in a broken voice and thatâs all it takes for him to snap out of it.Â
His crew is looking at him expectantly. He looks back at the door and sees the crumpled bodies of the prison guards.Â
So much for leaving quietly.Â
The minute Hoshi is out the door of the brig, he finds a chest next to the collapsed, bleeding soldiers. Kicking it open, he can only scoff as he finds the entire crewâs weapons in such close vicinity.Â
He feels better with his dagger at his hip, along with the rest of his knives that he slips into the loops. Even more so with the rest of his crew armed and ready.Â
âWe know where the deck is.â He swallows, eyeing his crewâs weapons in their ready hands. He knew theyâd agreed to ensure the clean sinking of the ship, but the fallen bodies on the floor were an ode to a different route theyâd have to take. âDonât hesitate if someone gets in your way.â
Taking cautious steps to the upper decks, he finds more bodies collapsed onto the floor, bleeding and unconscious. He opts to ask you the details later, wondering how you were able to take down all these guards by yourself.Â
It isnât until they reach the stairs that lead to the main deck that he comes across a guard.Â
Before the witness can raise any alarm, Hoshiâs slamming the butt of his dagger into the side of his head, knocking him clean unconscious as he falls off the side of the short railing.Â
Clambering up the steps as quietly as possible, he raises a hand behind him to signal his crew to halt, peering into the main deck first.Â
The sun is still out, but low in the sky as it dips in the sky. Thereâs a few people on the deck, pacing and moving about in preparation for departure. Angling his gaze, he finds ropes suspended over the edge of the railing, parallel to the water.Â
He canât see Tigress, but he knows thatâs what the ropes are hooked on to.Â
âJun,â he beckons. âHow long till the bomb on the other ship goes off?â
The bomb Jun had planted in the first ship they had arrived in should be going off any time now, and Hoshi finds himself needing it to go off now.Â
Jun barely opened his mouth to reply when the ship shuddered.Â
For a moment, Hoshi thinks the bomb in the brigs had gone off, but when he finds the clambering of boots to one side of the ship, opposite to where the ropes tied to Tigress, he realises their surrogate ship had given its last gift to the crew.Â
The rest of the ship would be bounding to the main deck to inspect the noise soon, so he shoots a quick, âHurry!â behind him before stepping onto the main deck.Â
The entire deck is occupied with the ship that lies a ways away across the expanse of sea, the beginnings that would soon lead the entire ship to be engulfed in flames. Itâs tilting at a dangerous angle.Â
Hoshi stands as he uses the crew straight towards the ropes that lead to Tigress. Glancing, he finds Mingyu and Chan already hanging on the suspended ropes, making their way towards the empty deck of their ship.Â
Hoshi keeps his eyes on the occupied men on board, still staring at the lightshow that was their old ship. It isnât until one of them turns, eyes towards the stairs that lead to the lower decks, that his eyes dart to the unfamiliar men on the deck.Â
âFuck,â Hoshi curses, before lunging, grabbing the man by the shoulders and covering his mouth, dragging him wordlessly to the edge before throwing him off the ship and into the icy waters below.Â
âGo!â he hears you rasp brom behind him, ushering him to the ropes.Â
The crew is gone, Jun making the last jump to land on the deck. Theyâre running around, pulling ropes and fastening the sails to push the ship off into open waters as soon as possible.Â
Thereâs two ropes that tie the two ships together, and Hoshi ushers you onto one of them, pushing you to suspend yourself before he follows.Â
âThereâs not enough time, go to the other one!â you tell him, pushing him to hold onto the other tattered rope.Â
Soonyoung eyes your state, âAre you sure you canââ
âYes! I promise I can, please, before they cut both the ropes.â
So he trusts you, eyes straight ahead to the railing of his ship, gripping the rough, frayed rope to push himself towards the deck. His hands burn, but he finds himself moving ever closer to his final destination.Â
His hand grabs hold of the wooden railing of his Tigress at long last, pulling himself onto the deck of his beloved ship. Immediately whipping his head to his right, he tries to find you reaching the ship with him. The crew is preoccupied in attempting to get the ship ready for departure, he finds your form nowhere.Â
When he looks back, the rope he had climbed was gone, leaving gaping space in its absence. He trails the second rope, from the hook that had dug into the railing of Tigressâs wood, trailing it to the naval shipâs deck.Â
What he sees puts his heart in his throat.Â
You stand on the deck of your fatherâs ship, swarmed by now alert guards and soldiers who swarm you, yelling profanities and orders as they watch their prisoners get away right in front of them.Â
Hoshi watches as you lift your dagger, and cut the last rope that ties you together, free to fall and hit against the hull of his ship.
He calls out your name in what could only be described as a guttural scream.Â
His crew halts whatever it was they were doing, taking the steps to realise what had just happened.Â
Hoshiâs boot meets the top of the railing, ready to take the plunge into the water. Heâd climb back up the ship and get you out. He doesnât know what you were thinking, what he was thinking when he left you there, but heâd get you out.Â
Arms pulling him, heâs yanked back and positively thrown onto the deck.
âWhat is wrong with you?â Minghao yells, pushing his captain back as he springs up.Â
âSheââ
Your father emerges from the crowd of guards and soldiers that run rampant on the deck, approaching you at the railing of the main deck.Â
Hoshi sees the hand that remains on his shoulder, the blood that covers the still bleeding wound, the effort it takes him to simply walk.Â
The bruises on your neck, the wound at his shoulder that looks like it was slashed through by a knife.Â
And then it clicks in Hoshiâs head, what had truly happened in the hours that you were out of his sight. And all he sees is red.
WITH THE WAY THE words on the pages seem to double, you wouldâve thought you were going mad.Â
Youâre a child, barely grown into your own body as you sit in the dimly lit library of the palace, utterly exhausted, wishing to be anywhere but sitting at the wooden desk with your name on it. The moon barely shone through the window, your only source of light the fireplace that burned in the corner and your lamplight.Â
It was a time where you felt like you could prove yourself, that perhaps, the reason your father refused you his approval was because you were simply not working hard enough. And now, at an hour where you should be fast asleep in your four poster bed, you attempt to understand diplomatic structures and everything that made your country what it was.Â
It was late, and there was nothing you wouldâve liked more than to put your head on the table and rest your eyes for a few tantalising seconds, which you do, right over the book you were reading.Â
You awoke in the same place, shaken awake by a panicked looking servant, the sun shining through the great windows of the palace library.
It seems your disappearance from your bedchambers had put the entire palace in disarray, not realising the princess was fast asleep behind the giant pile of books other servants had already skimmed past thrice.Â
Not only were you unable to recite the rankings of the constitutions with the vigour your father required, but you were unable to give him a reason as to why you were absent for both breakfast and morning lessons.Â
He made the servants kneel in the throne room for hours, and did not fail to tell you that it was all your fault.
And now, in the ice cold of the Green Islands, old and wise enough to know that your father simply needed a reason to despise his heir, you accept the hands around your throat as his final act of terror.Â
Red faced and arms shaking, your father does not speak to you as he presses down on your windpipe with all his might. Your vision is going dark and splotchy, and you decide, for a moment, to let him have this moment.Â
Heâs too preoccupied in applying his pressure to realise that youâve raised your right foot enough for your hands to fish out your knife from its place, taking positivity in the handle of your knife that fits in your hand.Â
Before you can lose consciousness, you raise your arm high, and plunge it directly into his neck.Â
Howling, he releases you from his hold, both of you dropping to the floor of the ship with a resonating thud. You cough, sputter and hack, cold hands finding your now warm neck.Â
Your father lays clutching his shoulder as he remains in agony on the floor, and you realise you missed the crucial plunge in your own disarray.Â
It was good enough, rendering the old man incapable of finding his bearings.Â
You watch as he writhes on the floor of the quarters that almost became your figurative deathbed, the same hands that wrapped around his own daughterâs throat now clutching the shallow wound that renders him useless.Â
Standing over him, throwing your own shadow on his body, you feel a surge of power, a rush of adrenaline that shoots straight to your head. Perhaps this was your circulation returning from the deprivation, but you let the feeling imprint in your soul, let your fatherâs broken figure bring you satisfaction.
You leave him there, writhing in pain, digging your knife under the lock of the quarters, pulling back to break it away from the door. The guards stationed outside do nothing as you leave, and it isnât until youâve taken to lower decks that you hear the distinct yell of, âYour Majesty!â
Two more guards, who donât expect an altercation from their princess, simply buffer as you send your knife plunging into them both. You do it deep this time.Â
Nobody was innocent, you knew these people as your fatherâs closest men, and knew that all of them were to remain silent as their King murdered his daughter. And when the remorse doesnât do that thing where it trickles in after doing a bad thing, you decide you werenât part of the innocents either.
Itâs easier than you wouldâve expected to get to the crew in the brig, letting out a sigh of relief as you appreciate the familiarity of people on your side.Â
And when Hoshi took his place to guide everyone out and into the open space of the main deck, you let your racing mind rest and decide to trust the man in whatever decision he made to lead you all out. And he did, he led himself and his crew right into the ship that was theirs, safe and where they would have the upper hand.Â
Hoshi didnât know it when he climbed onto the ropes that lead to his boat that he wouldnât have made it if you hadnât stayed, hadnât used your voice of authority to keep the soldiers from attempting to shoot at the escapees, cut the rope while Hoshi remained suspended from it, still only halfway there.Â
You didnât look at him when you sliced both ropes before either party could pull back, didnât register him screaming your name across the void, pretending it wasnât taking everything out of your strength.
But you couldnât jump into the water, not now when a dozen of the royal guards remained ready to take the plunge to save their princess as their duty. The same guards that would comply with their king when told the princess was dead for reasons they all knew but were to forget.Â
The bomb had to go off first, and you had to keep them away from hooking another line to the ship in the meantime. You were operating on a flawed plan and an overenthusiastic crowd of guards that were moments away from shooting a canon straight into the side of the disconnected pirate ship. Â
The distraction comes in the form of your father parting the crowd of soldiers like the red sea, swatting every soldier that attempts to help his bleeding form for anything it was worth. He approaches you at the railing, and for once, you donât look at the ground in his presence.Â
âBold,â he heaves, the effort in his voice apparent. âBold of you to think you could slip away.â
âI havenât tried to slip away, father,â you correct. âIâve stayed right here, even after you failed to kill me. And I, you.âÂ
âNobody is going to listen to you, child. Give in. This is the easy way out,â he says.Â
As if on cue, Junâs bomb goes off for the second time, but this time the ship shudders with more force. It has your father unbalance and fall, along with multiple other soldierâs stumbling. You grip the railing tight, counting on your fatherâs need to live.Â
Despite your horrid throat and the ache in your body, you announce as loud as you can. âThe bomb is in the brig, this ship is sinking.â
The fallen king trembles in a rage you had never quite seen before. Any other time of your life, you wouldâve wished for the ground to swallow you whole to be the subject of such anger.Â
Except, in the setting sun, a burning ship in the background, a pirate ship that awaits you, and the ground beneath your feet that was actively sinking into the freezing water; you smile at your doomed King.Â
âGet to the brig! Secure the lower decks, do not let this ship sink or so help me God!â His voice rings across the deck, spittle blowing from his mouth at the situation.Â
And just like that, your father gives you the final gift of clearing the main deck out for you, leaving but a few straggling soldiers that are too preoccupied with either the sinking ship or their bleeding sovereign.Â
Looking back, you find the crew of Tigress standing at the railing, you find Hoshi already half over the edge and send him a slow nod.Â
Turning back to your father that remains on the floor of the ship that would become his coffin, you utter your next words; for yourself, and the girl that was every second before this, all the way to her first ever memory of sad:
âYouâve taught me to be a ruler fit to be the best for our Kingdom. Consider your death my first act of service for the Crown.â
And then you jumped into the darkening void of the waters below.Â
THE COLD FEELS LIKE every nerve in your body ceased to work.Â
It was nothing at first, the temperature so intense it had your body numb in the face of shock. And then it grew, to a striking cold, and then a feeling that pricked every inch of your skin like a million needles plunging into your body. It was only getting worse with each passing second, before it was so painful it was hot, going from cold to searing and blistering like youâd plunged into the licks of flames.Â
Nowhere in your body did you find a rational sense of mind, something to tell you to kick, flail or float. The warped sky was an orange through the green, only more vibrant. Like there were two ships actively burning on the surface of this water.Â
Hoshiâs face appears behind your closing eyelids, like a mirage or a taunt. Like he was there with you when he wasnât.Â
Would he come for you? Would he take the plunge for the girl he held in his arms, promising her something to fill the gap of a companion, right before she killed her own?Â
Youâd given him what he wanted; your father, his worst enemy, dying as he sank slowly into the bottom of the ocean. Youâd run your course of use, and if he was as smart as people claimed, heâd leave you to suffer the same fate as your father.Â
He could find his freedom elsewhere.Â
And you would find your freedom in the close of your eyes, and the sinking feeling of nothingness.Â
Except, you feel a hardness against your body, stronger even than the current of the waters. Moving impossibly upwards, you remember opening your eyes to find a leather cord suspended in the float of the water, before you remember nothing.Â
THE GREEN ISLANDS WERE on fire. Â
But as unnatural as it seemed, Hoshi had no inclination to register anything but the way the ship in front of him tilts so far out it's already half submerged in the waters. Heâd assumed they might have to ready the cannons, but with the way debris and hollowed wood floats in the waters below, they would not need to.Â
The King was about to be introduced to Davy Jonesâ Locker at the hands of his enemy and successor, but Hoshi could not care enough right now to relish in it.Â
Right now, he stares at the direct circumference of water your body had made contact with and disappeared into, like the world would explode if he lost his place.Â
âShould I jump as well?â Mingyu asks, already half taking his boots off. However, when the man turns to find his captain gone, he lurches over the railing to find his captain diving into the water through all the debris.
Hoshi lets the momentum of his dive take him as further down as possible, whipping his head around as soon as his eyes open into the abyss. The water ripples and erupts in showers of bubbles as broken pieces of ship come apart to fall into the water. It blurs his vision immensely, any ripple that could be you in the water coming out to be yet another piece of wasted wood.Â
The deeper he goes, the more the water presses into his ears. He was a good swimmer, good at holding his breath when needed, but even he had limits.Â
When he cannot see any sign of you, he begins to feel the churning of something skin to panic brew. Panic was never good, not this deep in the water.Â
Twisting and turning, flailing about in place, moving dangerously closer to the burning ship that continued to drop flaming bits of killing slabs, he finds no sign of you in the water.Â
Instead, he watches men in uniform sink deeper and deeper in their failed attempts to stay afloat.Â
All he can think about is if they were losing the battle for air, then so were you, somewhere deeper in the void than he was. He prays that heâs looking aimlessly, that youâve already somehow made your way to the surface by yourself, and you were safe on the deck.Â
The beaded bracelet that remained on his wrist, but belonged to you.Â
âA reason for you to come out of this alive.â
Even without the encasing on his wrist, you had given him more than enough reason to want to come out of this alive, to want to live beyond just for himself and his duty to the crew heâd taken in.Â
He chose the life of a pirate because it was his only out, and every member of his crew that he recruited in succession, he acted as the hand he had needed so desperately in that awful brothel where his mother despised him and his father, a faceless man of Port Ash.Â
Amphitrite was not kind, it was a lesson he learned quickly in his first ventures out at sea. So he too, had to learn to be unkind, to survive in the horrid bellies of ships that werenât his own. And when Tigress came into his life like a vessel of hope, he found a home in her merciful wood, in the ship that he could call his very own.Â
Hoshi lived as a free man on his ship, with his crew that had become his brothers in ways beyond what the thick of blood could offer. He did not care if he lived or died after that, as long as it was on his ship, in the waters that held no quarter for anyone, but gave him everything that nothing else could give him.Â
And so when you approached him with a proposal so bizarre yet so apt for a man like him, he could not refuse. It may have been the way he saw himself in you, terrified of the prospects but thirsting for an escape more than the fear that came with it.Â
Besides, the king was a nuisance that needed to go, and he found himself agreeing to play the hand too complicated for you.Â
What he did not expect was to end up here, in the depths of the ocean in the most uninhabitable part of the earth, trying to pull you out of the cold, unrelenting sea.Â
Hoshi realises in that moment that this might ruin him, the possibility of breaking the surface without you.Â
He decides that if the heavens do not let him find you, he would simply drown in the same waters that gave him purpose, and find peace with the idea that he would lay rest in the same waters as the person who might have given him something more.Â
Kwon Soonyoung, the deadliest pirate to cleave the seas, was in love with you. A princess, so undeserving of a man like him; a bastard, a rogue, a good for nothing criminal.Â
And when he spots the all too familiar build of your form, the linen shirt under the corset he had tied for you just hours ago, the dark brown trousers that signified the change heâd brought into your life, he swore to leave everything heâd ever known to thank the skies and seas for bringing him to you.
His burning lungs, screaming and searing for air, grabbing for your suspended arm that looked as defeated as your closed eyes. Tugging you towards him, he wraps his arm around you to press you to him as tight as he could.Â
Relief. And with the warm sting in his eyes that he doubted was from the salt in the water, heâs sure of everything heâs felt with the feeling of you in his arms.Â
With the bruising on your neck, the bleeding wound in your fatherâs shoulder, he finds it within his breaking body to begin kicking upwards.Â
Every limb, every cell, every hint of life in his body shrieked with its efforts to make him stop. There was no air in his lungs and heâd lost track of time in his search for you, he doesnât know how long he has.Â
But if the blots of nothingness in his eyes were anything to go with, he doesnât presume he has much. In a last ditch effort, he attempts to kick his boots off to weigh him down a little less, holding your dead weight tighter than anything.Â
He was so close, he could feel the warmth of the upper levels of the water change in its temperature on his skin. The glow was near blinding as the orange refracted on the disrupted surface of the ocean, so close yet so far.Â
Inch by inch, kick by kick, memory by memory, he does everything left in his drained power to touch the surface.Â
And he does, breaking out hand first into the burning air of the world above, taking the longest gasp of air he ever has in his life. Once heâs sure he knows where he is, he pushes you up further on his chest, your head resting against his collarbone, still unconscious.Â
âStay with me, princess,â he pants into your ear, hoping you could hear. âIâve got you.â
Chan and Mingyu are in the water beside him, pushing him towards the pulley that awaited them.Â
Mingyu makes an attempt to take your weight of his already struggling captain, but Hoshi finds himself holding on to you tighter, simply urging him to help him back on the deck.Â
The minute your head hits the wood of the deck, heâs checking your pulse. Thereâs no regard for the chaos that ensues around Tigress, both him and his crew too preoccupied with the way you were not breathing.Â
âIâI canât feel anything,â he stutters his words as Seungkwan places a less panicked hand at your neck, under your nose.Â
âItâs weak, sheâs taken in too much water.â
In an instant, he reaches for his knife at his hip, only to realise it was gone, lost somewhere in his rescue.Â
âKnife,â he rasps before repeating louder. âSomeone give me a knife!âÂ
The minute a hilt is in his hands, heâs pushing you over, to reach the back of your constricting corset, pushing his knife into the complicated sailing knot heâd tied it into before, breaking it free. With both hands, he takes hold of the top of the corset and rips it clean in half.Â
Turning you back over, he presses his hands over your clothed stomach, pushing into it with all his strength in an attempt to get the water out of your system. He keeps his eyes on your face, and when he sees no sign of you coming round, he feels another set of hands pushing him off.Â
Seungkwan takes over for his weakened captain, pushing into your stomach harder, attempting to get a break out of you.Â
âWhy isnât she coming around, whatâs going on?â He throws the question aimlessly as he takes your unmoving face in his hands, trembling from everything.Â
Only a moment later, he hears the glorious sound of you sputtering like something was stuck in your throat, promptly spilling out an ungodly amount of water onto the deck as you retch loudly.Â
Sitting up from the force, your hands clamp onto the deck as you cough and heave, Hoshiâs hand coming behind you to thump your back hard, pushing you to throw up any remaining seawater from your body.Â
The sight of your back moving up and down, the audible sound of you taking in air; it was enough for Hoshi to simply lay on the deck and pass out.Â
You rear your head and look up at him, both of you still breathing heavily.Â
âYouâre okay,â he assures, gulping. He takes your face in hands cupping it very gently as he speaks to you. âGo with Seungkwan, youâre okay, youâre safe.â
Nodding, you let yourself be helped up by the rest of the crew, watching as youâre led to the lower decks of the ship.Â
âOpen your shirt, let me see the wound,â Mingyu says, and Hoshi doesnât know what heâs talking about. Looking down, he sees his shirt soaked in red, sticking to a wound on the right side of his torso. He didnât even know where he got it.Â
It looks like a shallow gash, but enough to leave a scar. He takes it better to have it tended to while he was still high on adrenaline and he couldnât feel much of the pain.Â
By the time Mingyu and Minghao are done cleaning him up and Hoshiâs standing upright with wobbly legs, he finds the two burning ships beyond his own mere floating structures of wood that were in slow flame. Thereâs too much debris, too many bits of everything that bob in the large expanse of water to make out any bodies.Â
âThereâs nobody,â Mingyu tells him. âMost of them were in lower decks when it all went down. Trapped themselves.â
âAndâŚ?â he asks in silence.Â
âHe stayed on the deck until it sank,â Minghao informs. âYelling about how heâŚabout how he shouldâve finished her when he had the chance.â
âHorrible king and somehow an even worse father,â Mingyu scoffs. âMade it better to watch him die.â
âHe didnât suffer enough,â Hoshi croaks as the marks on your throat dot his vision.Â
Just then, floating in the water, illuminated by the final streaks of setting light, Hoshi sees it. A darkened purple cloth right next to the hull.
âThat,â he points out. âGet that out of the water.â
The late kingâs purple cape laid on the deck of Tigress, darkened with water, but also with his blood.
To the Kingdom, this cape would be the last piece of their King that was gone too soon. But for every person on this ship, it would forever be their spoils of war.
Hoshi makes sure the cape will be dried and stored, ordering his crew to begin their slow journey out of the Green Islands, before he too crumples onto the deck unconscious.Â
IT WAS A SPECTACLE to see Hoshi in his element.Â
Something about how he seemed to beam, like this ship was charging him a different kind of energy. It was infectious, the rest of the ship decreasingly sour as they put on musical performances on the main deck while they cleaned the floors.Â
As relieved as you felt, the tight ball of anxiety refused to leave the pit of your stomach as you grew closer to the Kingdom. Nothing could prepare you for the shitstorm youâd have to deal with the moment youâd step onto the soil off a pirate ship of all thingsâlet alone as Queen.Â
The first few days following the ship's exit from the Green Islands were difficult, if that was all you had to describe it. You took to your hammock for most of the day, curled up as you pretended to sleep, only waking up when one of the crew would come down to force feed you and to make sure you hadnât died.Â
You knew they were doing all this to make you feel better, and somehow it was working. More than halfway through your journey, you began to feel more like yourself, emerging from your cave to visit the deck on times other than the nights.Â
Even now, as you sit on the floor of the deck with Seungkwan, who hands you an all too familiar stack of parchment, you feel nothing as you take them into your hands. As you read his handwriting scrawled in ink, you appreciate your past self for having the sense to keep them all.Â
âIâm glad youâre feeling better now,â he says to you. âHad us worried for a while there.â
âSorry.â You smile weakly. âBut thank you forâŚeverything. I donât think I could ever express how much I appreciate everything youâve done for me. All of you.â
âIâd like to think weâve gone past the status of mere business partners,â Seungkwan chuckles. âLion befriends the bear? Whatever it is. But know weâd do it again.â
Blinking back the sting of tears and doing your very best to not let the warm feeling in your chest overwhelm you, you place the letters on the floor next to your folded legs. When you look up, Seungkwan's eyes are on your neck.
âTheyâre taking their time to fade, arenât they?â you say.Â
Seungkwan has a hard look in his eye, âI guess you didnât need your letters to remind you of anything after all.â
Your mind wanders, drifting past how easily this crew could have been forgotten in the unforgiving elements. Perhaps you would have let the man that wrapped his hands around your neck finish his job.
âWas getting captured part of your grand plan?â you ask Seungkwan.Â
âHm?â It takes a moment to realise what you may be questioning him about, smiling slightly. âWhat makes you think we went in with a plan?â
âI thought I asked you to man the wheel?â Hoshi stands above the both of you.
âNot to batten down the hatches,â he side-eyed his captain. âClear waters ahead, the wheel does not need manning.âÂ
You zone out as they squabble over nothing, not finding the heart to be entertained by their back and forth. Seungkwan either loses or forfeits, because you feel him rise from next to you, only for his captain to take his place.Â
âWhat are you thinking about?â Hoshi asks.Â
âEverything,â you sigh.Â
âHow come Seungkwan gets a thank you for your service and I donât? Need I remind you who jumped for you and who didnât?â
Rolling your eyes, you answer him, âThank you, Captain Hoshi Kwon, I am forever indebted to your service.â
He chuckles in exaggeration, âOh please, all in a day's work.â
âI mean it.â
âHm?â
âI never did say thank you. But you did jump for me when you didnât have to.â
âWho said I didnât have to?â
âOur deal was done.â
âOf course not,â he scoffs. âOur deal was to get you out when you jumped. I merely honoured that promise!â
âMerely?â you raise a brow. âWas it all merely a matter of conscience?â
His gaze locks with yours. âDonât ask questions you know the answers for. I wouldâve jumped even if you asked me to rope myself to the mast.â
âPlease. I have enough blood on my hands and I havenât even sat on my throne yet.â
âBlood is only on your hands if you tell a soul of what youâve done,â Hoshi utters. âYouâre the only living soul who knows.â
âAnd you areâŚ?â
âPirate. Our word means nothing.â Hoshi smiles.Â
The thought hangs in the air as you take in the man in front of you. Heâs changed an eraâs worth, yet all the same. His hair is longer, going from his initial shorter crop to curling around his ears, shielding his eyes. It makes him look younger, like a boy with much to live for.Â
That, and the multitude of notable scars heâs added to his collection, many of which have somehow been because of you. The wound at his torso is doing better, but far to go in its quest to heal.Â
Hoshi senses something amiss even after his sermon. Breaking his gaze, he turns to look straight ahead at the raised bow of the ship instead.Â
âDo you know how I got my splendid reputation for being the filthiest pirate on the seas?â
You can only stare, âI have a few guesses.â
He chortles, âOther than my criminal status.â
âTell me.â
âUnnamed sailors have the odds of a peanut facing its inevitable fate of being crushed under a straggling boot. Pirates donât see the government as their enemy when theyâre own supposed brothers are more likely to jam a cannon in their mouths.â
He lets out a heavy sigh before continuing, âMy mistake wasnât that I was on the losing side in my early days, but more about how I was leaving nothing behind when I was done.â
âHow humble,â you hum.Â
âDead men tell no tales. When itâs worth it, it might be better to leave a straggler or two to live to tell the tale. A routine stab in the jugular can turn you into somewhat of a myth.â
âAm I a survivor?â you question.Â
âYou may be sovereign on land, but youâre also an unnamed pirate,â he responds, turning back to lock eyes with you. âAnd youâve left nobody to tell the tale.â
No one listens to a pirate, and everyone listens to a Queen.Â
âThis isnât to say there wonât be a legend that follows you.â He quirks a brow as he speaks. âShows up and claims her father and his entire ship and crew sank at sea, only to befriend his sworn enemies in the aftermath. And then it evolves; she sent a cannon through her fathers ship, he died at the end of his own daughter's sword, she cursed him to captain a crew of the undead for eternity.â
âHave I planted the seeds for yet another ghost story?â Itâs difficult to not giggle at the thought, despite how morbid.Â
âYouâve given yourself substance,â he says, a little stronger than before. His eyes too, wander to your neck and the bruises that refuse to budge. âBeyond just a royal or even a pirate. You did it for your honour as a human being, and that may be braver than anything I have ever conquered.â
In your anxiety ridden, feeble mind, your thoughts had convinced your conscience that everything would be over the minute your fatherâs heart stopped beating. That it would bring you peace at last.Â
And it did, especially when it felt like youâd gotten rid of this constant monster under the bed that had followed you far into adulthood. But from the bleeding heart of the creature emerged yet another one of its brethren, and then another and then another.Â
Smaller albeit, but monsters nonetheless. Problems nonetheless.Â
Weeks of this, and in one short interaction, Hoshi seemed to have given you the key to turn this monster into a pet.Â
On instinct, you feel your hand reach up, brushing against the skin of his cheek. Itâs an all too familiar setting, seated on the deck of a ship too close for anybody but yoursâ comfort. But without the rum and resentment, of course. And how you doubt heâd pull away this time.Â
Very lightly, you brush your lips against his. It was nothing but to simply feel him again, to feel a semblance of familiarity.Â
You feel him take your hand that rests on his cheek to place a kiss on your palm, nuzzling his nose into the concave of your hand.Â
Everything that was to come seemed a little more possible in that very moment.Â
Even more so when his fingers found the sensitive areas of your coloured throat, when his lips closed against your jaw, only to trail lower and to press into the marks his fingers continue to trail tucked into your neck.Â
That night, when slipping into your hammock felt like the most unbearable prospect in your near future, it couldnât possibly be worse than uttering your next question to the man that seems to fix it all. Â
âWill you stay with me?â
With nothing but the light snores of the rest of the crew and the creaking of the ship, both you and Soonyoung laid in a hammock most definitely not meant for two. Head on his chest, ear pressed against where his heart beats under his scar, itâs bliss.Â
The feeling of his warm body against yours and the scent of him settling in your lungs, you decide that this was enough. At least for now.Â
IT WAS DIFFICULT TO give yourself the full list for obvious reasons, but it does seem to help when you tick off all the possible reasons why your patience has run as thin as it has.Â
Sitting at the decorated seat at the convened court of old men appointed by your father, you briefly wonder if you should finish them off too amidst your flash of anger. The men continue to squabble and babble about the next course of action, slamming their wrinkled hands on the pristine table and sending their own daggers of threats to the other inhabitants of the table.Â
âIf youâd like to send a search party for the Kingâs body, be my guest,â you finally speak, having had quite enough when the throb in your temple worsens. âBut remind me what troops youâll be sending to the North if your best men will be gone for months attempting to find a body they never will.â
The dispute in the North side of the Kingdom was taking up most of the conversation anyway, and you doubt theyâd put customary burial rites over their own glory of victory the North would bring.Â
âYour Majestyââ
âI would happily jump on the next search ship for my father,â you lie through your teeth. âBut I watched him drown in front of my own two eyes, and as the next sovereign I cannot let you waste our resources for something that will both risk our soldierâs lives and have them come back home empty handed.â
Perhaps you had come off slightly more heartless than you intended, so you quickly add, âPlease, let my father rest in peace.â
That seems to end the conversation easier than you had expected, but theyâre quick to jump to the next issue not long after.Â
âThe court would also like to bring light upon the palace guests.â
Tightening your jaw, you slump against your seat slightly. âWhat about them?â
They remain silent as their mouthpiece attempts to form the right words for the following question, mostly because youâve addressed this multiple times beforehand but they continue to sit restless.Â
âAllow me to help you, Lord Bridge,â you sit up straighter, intending to put this matter to rest. âMy guests will remain here for as long as they do, and if you have any more arising issues towards my guests I will only take it as your collective issues towards me.âÂ
In the moment of silence, you continue, âThe Kingdom is in a place of instability as we are all well aware. I find it most appalling that you remain fixated on trivial matters of the palaceâs domestic code of conduct than you do for the wellbeing of this country!â
Silence yet again as you wait for their forcibly rehearsed chorus of apologies.Â
âOur greatest apologies, your Majesty.â
The pain in your temples becomes near unbearable as you dismiss the table after that, screeching your chair as you push it back as loud as you possibly can to do nothing but spite the men.Â
Turning the corner out of the room, you catch the open gates that lead to the paved gardens outside, the sun seeping into the marble floors indoors. Taking an instinctive step towards the gardens, you find most of the crew sprawled onto the grass as they soak in the sun.Â
Chan and Seungkwan look like theyâre wrestling, their laughter ringing throughout the open court while their captain snaps at them to cut it out, only to get roped under one of their headlocks all the same.Â
Thereâs a call of your name and a giant wave from Mingyu, who spots you from beyond the flower beds. Still leaning against the gates, you smile and wave back.Â
Years the halls of the palace had gone, never hearing laughter in its walls. And something about watching them let themselves ruin the petunias and laugh so loud it echoes, heals you just a bit.Â
Even that night, when you find yourself in your giant four poster bed youâve slept in since you were a child, this time dozing under the arm of another, you feel the itch of a healing wound somewhere in your heart.Â
Soonyoung laid with you for every night on the ship since that night, and stayed even here where the space was big enough to host the ghosts of your worries if not distracted.Â
He had found you on that first night in the palace still awake, haunting the library fireplace with another stack of papers to keep you company.Â
âCanât sleep?â heâd asked as he picked up some of your documents.Â
âClearly not,â you huff. The papers were mere decorations as you attempted to find an excuse to leave your rooms.Â
âYou realise you wonât be much of an effective monarch if you exhaust yourself to death?â Â
There was no answer to that, especially when you were absorbing nothing of your new duties. Youâd expected to fall asleep on the armrest of the uncomfortable settee whenever it was that you exhausted your brain of thoughts, even then refusing to sleep in that large bed.Â
Heâs awfully persuasive, because as he tucks you into those very sheets, about to leave but not before placing a kiss on your forehead You stop him.Â
âStay. Please.â
True as he has always been, he does.
THE CROWN IS HEAVIER than you had expected, even more so when it remains on your head for longer than your previously practised sessions walking around the throne room. The crew was exceptionally good at giving you things to train with, including fraudulent rodent scares to ensure the crown would not topple from your own head the minute you rise from your coronation.
And now, as you finally remove the decorative piece from your head after your actual coronation to replace it with something lighter for the following ball, you find relief in the fact that youâd only ever have to wear the actual thing only a few times in your life.Â
Everything moves as smoothly as it could, the decorated pirates that saved their Queen from a horrid shipwreck taking up most of the attendees attention as they either question inquisitively or send snarky remarks to the men who are well versed in how to rebut in true informal manner.Â
The past months had taken up more of your time than you had anticipated, and during the latter half of the still twinkling party, you attempted to spot the person youâve been trying to corner all night.Â
Soonyoung stands at the edges of the gathering, empty handed as you watch him reject yet another offer for a drink from the trays that float about. His attire is the most formal you had ever seen, his face scrubbed and hair pushed back for the glorious occasion.Â
Approaching him from the sidelines, you take hold of his wrists and pull him towards one of the many doors in the ballroom and into a hallway you knew for a fact was rarely ever frequented.Â
âI feel I havenât seen you ages,â you say once youâre sure youâre alone.Â
âProbably best for you to keep busy,â he replies with the smallest smile.Â
âHave the wrappings on your wound come off?â
Looking at his covered torso, he runs an instinctive hand over where the wound was. âJust a smaller patch now, but itâs nearly there. Disappointed it wonât scar too much.â
âDisappointed?âÂ
âThese are my spoils of war, miss princess,â he adds with a smirk, before correcting himself. âAh, miss queen?â
âDoesnât have the same ring,â you comment.Â
âThe crown suits you.â His voice is soft and sincere.
Scoffing a little, you answer, âI would hope it did.â
âAlthough, I do prefer you in trousers and a knife.â
Laughing, you can only agree. Especially in your heavier than yourself dress and jewels. âI think I prefer them too.â
At the mention of your new status, he asks, âShouldnât you be milling between your new subjects?âÂ
Keeping your eyes on his face, you wait until he meets your gaze. âI have more important things to attend to.â
He breaks eye contact first, and you can feel the distance grow further. One reach and you could take his hand in yours.Â
But you donât.Â
âI know Iâve been quite busy, butâŚâ you trail off as you attempt to find the words. âIs something the matter? Whatâs going on?â
With a long sigh, he runs a hand through his kept hair, effectively tousling it a little. âI was going to wait until after the ball to tell you.â
âTell me what?â
He makes no moves to look at you when he utters his next words. âThe crew and I will be leaving at dawn tomorrow. Weâve taken up enough of your space and itâs best if we donât intrude any further.â
Itâs like youâve taken a blow to the chest, the air knocked out of your lungs as you register what heâs just said. âYouâreâŚ.youâre leaving?â
âI would think weâve both gotten what we wanted. We had a deal.â
Deal? Why was he mentioning that now?
âAre you going to abandon me too?â
His head snaps up to finally meet your eye, mouth opening closing as words betray him.Â
âWhat happened to what you said about gaining you? All of you?â Thereâs a blatant accusation in your words.
âAnd you have! Weâll visit. Assuming the state doesnât want my head on a pike anymore,â he chuckles uncomfortably.Â
In a moment of desperation, you take his hand in both of yours; his scarred, gnarled hands that tell you even in the dark whoâs warmth it is that you feel every night next to you.Â
âStay. Stay with me, please,â you plead. âI canât live in this place alone, I despised it when I was young and Iâll only despise it even more now.â
Soonyoung brings his other hand to clasp over both of your own, eyes closing as you hear him take a somewhat shaky breath. âIâm doing this for the both of us.â
âSo am I! I canât possibly rule a kingdom by myself.â
âIâm sure youâll find someoneââ
âI donât want someone! I want you!â
He begins to whisper your name, moving his face away to blink rapidly.Â
âHow do you feel about becoming a pirate king? I can never forbid you from the waters, thatâs your home, and you will have it.â
He does not look at you, but you know heâs listening more intently than ever before.
âBut I ask you as someone who loves you more than I have ever anything else, will you stay and marry me?â
Soonyoung falters as he absorbs the fact that youâve just proposed to him.Â
âIââ he stutters. âThe courtââ
âThe court wouldnât dare to deny me the man that saved my life.â
You squeeze his hand tighter, moving impossibly closer.Â
âAnd even if they do, I'm ready to fight for the man who fought for me. So answer me as a man and not a pirate, Kwon Soonyoung, will you marry me?â
Soonyoungs mouth enclosing over your own is all the answer you need as you feel him break free of your hands to let them find your waist instead. Amidst the pile of fabric he pushes himself into you as close as possible, letting your hands guide his head to move against your mouth.Â
Itâs everything, as you grip onto the back of his shoulder, pressing unforgettably into his open mouth. He takes in your bottom lip between his own, sucking before letting go, only to engulf your mouth once again.Â
âWeâll figure it out,â you whisper against his lips, feeling the nuzzle of his nose against the apple of your cheek, hot tears spilling from your eyes. âI promise, weâll figure everything out.â
He shushes you when he feels you shudder in his hold, pulling away to rest his forehead against yours. âNo need to torment your pretty head. Not right now.â
For once, you listen to your pirate captain without a fight, simply feeling the stretch of your lips as he moves down to capture them once more.Â
The pressure of his hands isnât nearly as strong as it wouldâve felt without the layers upon layers of fabric that cover your form, but standing in this desolate hallway, you swear his fingers might as well be caressing your bare skin underneath.Â
The thought sends your mind into a dazzling spin, letting go of his mouth with a gasp, suddenly needing to take a step back.Â
âI have toâI have to go back inside,â you breathe into his slick mouth. âMeet me outside my quarters at midnight.â
As scandalous as it was, you could not deny how alive it made you feel to be like this, meeting in darker corners in the dead of night. But for now, you allow him to fix the bits of your ensemble you could not see. With the bad of his thumb, he blends in the smudges of your rouge, swiping at your lips ever so delicately to ensure he leaves no trace of himself. Tucking the loose strands of hair back behind your ears, and finally, fixing the encrusted crown on your head, a flash of one of the diamondâs gleams reflecting onto his perfect face.Â
âYouâre beautiful.â Thereâs a dazed look that graces him. âBeyond beautiful.â
With one last innocent press of your smiling mouth onto his, you promise him your midnight.Â
BY THE TIME IT was finally an appropriate hour for you to excuse yourself for the evening, you were near to exploding entirely.Â
Whispers of âAre you alright, your Majesty?â plaguing you through your already racing mind. It was beyond difficult to keep the constant shaking of your foot unobvious, however you could not simply up and leave whenever you wantedâat least not yet. The monarch would remain in an unstable authoritative position for quite some time after ascension, and with the unorthodox situation at hand, you assume youâd really have to push yourself if you were to be of any use as sovereign.Â
But when the time finally came and you were escorted out of the grand ballroom, only mere ticks away from the resounding bells of midnight, you were holding back from breaking into a sprint. Outside your quarters it was empty, but you remain steadfast in your refusal for your ladies in waiting tonight, promising you could dress yourself for bed on your own.Â
Standing at the double doors of your rooms, still the princessâ quarters as you refuse to move into the Queenâs rooms, you stand waiting. The two guards remain staring straight ahead, and you wait for the clicking of your ladies to go muffled before you ask.Â
âHas the Captain approached?âÂ
âNo, your Majesty.â
You try not to feel disappointed, despite knowing the midnight bells were yet to sound. âIf he does, allow him in, please.âÂ
Opening the double doors, you half wish you had let your ladies help you out of the god awful dress, tight and loose in all the wrong places. The jewels are thrown haphazardly on your vanity, needing the heavyweight of them off of your body.Â
Perhaps months of little to no bedazzling had rendered you incapable of wearing anything mildly less comfortable than linen and leather, but you suppose youâd slip back into the habit just as easily as you slipped out of it. Your nightgown feels like heaven on your tired, tired body, and the dimly lit interior of your bedchamber is only encouraging you to slip under your covers and fall deep into sleep.Â
That was one thing about the ship you doubt youâd ever miss.Â
Three rapt knocks outside of the heavy double doors have you sitting rapt at attention, hastily making your way to the door from your vanity. Pressing the front of your nightgown down, you open the door slightly and poke your head out.Â
Soonyoung stands at the door, nervous of all things, still clad in his full suit. You smile as you let him in, closing the door to turn the lock.Â
âYour guards mortify me.âÂ
âOh? So theyâre doing their job right?â You walk up to him and grasp onto his lapels, pulling him down to meet the lips youâve missed so much despite only being hours apart. âWhy? Has this big bad pirate found his match in the palace guards of all places?â
âHmm,â heâs humming against your lips. âI could take them both.â
Giggling like you were in love, you wrap your arms around his neck and hold him close.Â
âI hope you werenât bothered too much,â you say. âThe aristocracy seem to have being a pain in the ass written in their birthrights.â
âI think they were too scared to approach, probably thought Iâd start swearing and snatching the pearls right off their necks. Some of them were bearable, asked me how long my sword was.â
Itâs difficult to not laugh at that, âWell?â
He raises his brows unceremoniously, âWonât you like to know?â
Taking the opportunity while you giggled uncontrollably at the situation, he goes back placing never ending kisses to your mouth. Sighing involuntarily, you melt into him once again, infinitely more relaxed than in the hallway.Â
Soonyoungâs eyelashes brush against yours in a whisper of their own, only reminding you how close you were to him in the moment. His kisses go from soft and fleeting to something with a little more vigour. The warmth of his mouth goes back to overtaking the lower half of your face, sucking and licking into your mouth like his life depended on it.Â
If your mind was reeling when his hands were merely ghosts of pressure over your heavy dress, the feeling of his palms and fingers so distinct over your nightgown, the only thing separating you two, is enough to have your knees begin to buckle.Â
From your waist, they move to your back, before caressing back to the sides of your waist, thumb running in circles. Gentle handfuls of your flesh, bunching and letting go of the material of your nightgown. Very soon, his mouth leaves yours and instead moves to your jaw, the air in the room letting you feel the wetness that he leaves behind as a passionate trail.
He soon reaches the junction of your jaw and neck, leaving a particularly long suck in the area that has a gasp leaving your mouth. Remaining in that area, you feel the pleasant graze of his tongue on your skin, only making you tilt your head farther out to let him carry out his loving.Â
Your mind wanders back to the hands that grope you in ways that would defame you, the unseemly palms that have you needing to feel him all the same.
With grazing hands, you slip your fingers underneath his jacket, pushing it off one shoulder. He understands the message, flicking it off of his frame before loosening his cravat and throwing it somewhere behind him.Â
Unlatching from your neck, he comes round to face you to find your face the epitome of disconnected and dazed.Â
âCan you wait for me on the bed, my love?â
âButââ The thought of him being even an inch away was most aggravating, but he cuts you off before you can refute.Â
âIâm not going anywhere, I promise.â Soonyoung rests his forehead against your own, taking your hands in his. âIâm right here. I just need to take this awful suit off.â
Your face must have been peculiar because heâs immediately jumping, panicked. âUhâdo you not want me to, we donât have to, I just thoughtââ
âNo!â you yelp, wide eyed. âI, um, Iâll wait. On the bed, I mean.â
He lets you walk over to the giant four poster bed, pushing the flow of your gown down when you realise how high it had ridden, cheeks burning scarlet at the thought of exposing so much.Â
Hearing ruffles from behind you, you cannot bring yourself to look back at him, already extremely lightheaded and afraid that the sight might make you faint altogether.Â
Perhaps you were experiencing a delayed case of sea legs, because itâs more difficult than usual to make yourself comfortable on the soft beddings. You make a futile attempt at slowing your breathing.Â
By the time Soonyoung is done, meeting you in the middle, you keep your eyes on his face as heâs immediately climbing over to kiss you softly. Hand on the back of your head, he guides you to lay flat, adjacent to the headboard so youâre laying on the breadth of the bed.Â
He handles you like you were made of glass, and it only makes the strange ache between your legs increasingly present and uncomfortable.Â
Noting a cool feeling on the base of your throat, you open your eyes and catch the leather cord that dangles from his neck, the letter opener charm thatâs attached to the end of it connecting you two as your lips part. Just beyond, through the dip of his collarbones and the valley to his chest, you catch the scar that curls above his heart. Even lower, you find the smaller wrappings of his scarring wound.Â
You trace over the edges of the new addition, shaking hands as you try your best to not brush over the wound.Â
On the other side, Soonyoung has his hands on shin as his body hovers over you between your legs. Curling around, he caresses the skin of your bare calf, drifting to the back of your knees. He takes the opportunity to lift your leg, urging you to wrap it around his waist.Â
The action has gravity doing what it does best, the hem of your nightgown dropping to bunch over the junction of your leg, your entire thigh exposed for the air.Â
Soonyoung takes no time to let his hands wander higher, taking light handfuls of the flesh of thighs, dragging his grip further and further up.Â
âNearly tipped the ship over when I saw you in those fucking trousers,â he says, eyes closed as he drags his mouth over the inner part of your thigh.Â
The sound that leaves your mouth is breathy, mind preoccupied with how quickly he was making his way towards the apex of your thighs. Heâs using his mouth like he used it on your own lips, nipping at the flesh before biting down hard.Â
âSoonyoung!âÂ
Tongue running over the patch, he sucks on the area to sooth the bite. Itâs taking everything out of you to not twitch uncontrollably in his hold, the heat in your core reaching temperatures youâve never experienced.Â
Unlatching himself from your thigh, Soonyoung rears his head slightly. The sight has your head rolling back, mind drifting to the face of the man whoâd visited you in your dreams, the same man that had now made home between your legs.Â
Before you realise it, the bunched hem of your nightgown is flown upwards entirely, fluttering as the fabric lands on your stomach.Â
Your heat is bare underneath, evident with the way Soonyoung keeps his eyes on the now fully exposed part of you. Your chest continues to rise and fall as you lift your head to look at him, eyes half closed and mind muddled.
âWhatâŚWhatâre you doing?âÂ
Soonyoung looks like youâve disturbed him from a trance, snapping up to look at you as you ask him your question.Â
It hardly registers in his mind. What was he doing? Was it not obviousâ
Ah.Â
If the mere sight of your bare thighs werenât enough for him to release his load onto the sheets untouched, your unawareness might just end up doing it for him.Â
Of course you didnât know why he was at eye level with your cunt; women from this world were not supposed to know.Â
The buzz in his mind renders him useless for a few moments as his vision blurs, the pain in his lower region unbearable. The thought of him being the first person to do this to you, to pleasure you like this; he wasnât sure if heâd make it till the end of the night alive.Â
Screwing his eyes shut, his palms full of your thighs, he drops his head and counts to ten.Â
âWill you let me show you how a Queen is meant to be worshipped?âÂ
Wet mouthed and unhinged eyes, your arousal was doing nothing but multiplying at the sight of him.Â
âDo you trust me?â he asks. âI promise Iâll make you feel good.âÂ
It takes you less than a moment to nod your head, eyes locked with his.Â
Bringing a hand closer, he dips one finger into the beginnings of your hole. Bringing some of the glisten onto his fingers. Your lips are parted and he brings a second finger to gather your arousal, rubbing over your entrance ever so slowly.Â
The motion makes you let out a heavy exhale, gripping onto the bunched fabric at your stomach till your knuckles turn white.Â
With little warning, you feel his fingertips push and drag upwards, right over the sensitive bundle of nerves. Immediately, heâs rubbing your arousal all over the area, rubbing your clit in rhythmic circles with both fingers.Â
You canât stop it when you throw your head back and let out a slight whimper, relishing in the feeling that overtakes every last sense and capability, anticipating the next surge of pleasure that courses through your entire body like you've been struck by a bolt of something.
Vision obscured, you loll your head to the side when you feel his fingers retract, confused.Â
All you catch is the outstretched nature of his tongue, and how it lands directly where his fingers were.Â
You let out the loudest moan yet, back arching off the bed as he licks a forceful drag up your cunt before moving back down your clit, circling your hole with the tip of his tongue, right before repeating. He flicks your nub right where heâs found you twitch the most, back and forth as your hips begin to fail at your suppressed stutters, his hands needing to pin you down onto the sheets to continue.Â
He becomes more generous, laying his tongue flat now as he massages your nub so good. Your thighs are closing around his ears and he does nothing to stop you, nearly suffocating between them. Hips going from their stutters to a grind, you find your hands flying to his hair, grip tighter than you thought youâd come down with. It doesnât help that heâs now taken a finger to circle your entrance while his lips suck on your clit.Â
âSoonyoung.â Itâs all you can say, throat incapable of forcing anything but his name, the burn behind your eyes only making it harder to not say it louder.Â
When he pushes the finger in, it has you letting out a moan, the foreign feeling against your walls only forcing them to clamp onto his digit. Gradually, you feel his pace quicken as he slides his finger in and out of your hole, his mouth still doing beautiful things to your cunt.Â
It doesnât take long for him to shove in another finger, stretching your hole as you let out a constant string of noises through the pleasure, ever-building as every passing moment only scrambles your brain further.Â
And then you feel him groan, a vibration throbbing through your system.Â
Itâs suddenly all too much, and before you can tell him whatâs going on, youâre rendered incapable. You donât know where your limbs fly, but all you feel is white hot and overwhelming to an unbelievable degree.Â
âOhâunghââ Your body is telling Soonyoung all he needs to know as he only pushes into your pussy even further, letting you ride out your high as you claw at him in every way possible.Â
Inevitably, the feeling subsides and you realise youâve been reduced to sobs, tears streaking the sides of your face. Laying flat with your head still on the sheets, you stare at the ceiling of your four poster, trying to remember where you were.Â
Barely noticing the man that now hover above you, you hear him whisper. âAre you alright?â
Nodding weakly, you donât even try to lift a finger in the remaining aftermath.Â
âI need words, my love.â
Swallowing thickly, you give him a breathy, âYes.â
The lower half of his face glistens in the light like unorthodox diamonds, and all you can think about is how you need him closer to you.Â
You make an attempt with your nightgown, your trembling arms, still coursing with the aftershocks of your orgasm.Â
Soonyoung decides to help, hands pushing your spine into an arch as he pulls the slip up and over your head, now entirely bare in front of him.Â
You watch as instead of throwing the fabric away, he brings it to his mouth to wipe the slick off, tainting the gown with your essence.Â
Mouth over yours in a salty kiss, you pull him into you as close as humanly possible, needing to feel his heat, his weight, his scent as close as possible. His mouth reaches your throat again, lips brushing over the expanse as he places open mouthed kisses over the nearly faded marks.Â
His hands are lingering once again as they ghost the sides of your breasts, thumbs coming close to your nipples before retracting in a caress. He takes them in handfuls as he goes back to busy your lips with his own, massaging the mounds with a pressure just enough to have you reeling.Â
Flicking your nipple lightly, he goes back to circle the bud with thumb again. Making himself further familiar, his fingers begin to pinch and pull at them, pressing down to get a noise out of you, one that you sound as you breathe into his mouth.Â
Trailing over your stomach, he pushes himself off of you. On his knees, he takes the distance as his chance to look at you in your entirety for the first time. Your fucked out expression and your lack of words is doing nothing but fueling him, your loud breaths somehow more sinful than anything he could ever do to you.Â
In one swift motion, heâs slipping his arms beneath you, pulling you up so he can lay you against the headboards and pillows. You barely register whatâs happening, having given yourself up to him long before.Â
Grabbing one of the millions of cushions on the bed, he swings one over. Using no strength of your own, he lifts your hips and places it down beneath you, effectively propping you up.Â
And then heâs meeting you at eye level, hands cupping your face. âI need you to listen to me, darling.â
He waits for confirmation, of which you can only nod, still seeing mild stars. âDo you want to stop?âÂ
It's a visceral reaction; the violent shaking of your head, the hand that flies to his bicep. âNâno!â
You pause as he grips onto your upper arms tight, right as you continue. âI justâa moment. Donât stop, please.â
Leaning down, he places a long kiss on the corner of your mouth before moving his head to fit into the crook of your neck. He nuzzles his nose against the skin below your ear.Â
âIâm right here,â he whispers. âFor as long as you want me.â
His kisses go from desperate to something with a little more intent, pressing his lips into your neck consistently. Oh so gently, it begins to feel like a draught. He turns into calm just as he could become chaos, bringing you down from the after effects of his own actions.Â
The hum that leaves you is unthinking, fingers remaining deep in the roots of his hair. Your own nose is pressed against his hair, his scent mixed with sweat infiltrating your nostrils. It fills your head with a pleasant buzz, one that you feel force a pull at the corners of your mouth.Â
âI meant it when I said it,â you murmur into his hair. âI donât want anyone but you.â
Raising his head, he meets your eye, smiling slightly. âI believe you. Forgive me for making you believe I was trying to leave you.â
âYou werenât?âÂ
He presses his lips into a line, exhaling as he drops his chin to his chest. âIâve needed to be selfish my whole life just to survive. LeavingâŚI wasnât sure how I wouldâve gotten on that boat in the morning without taking you with me somehow.â
Moving back to look at you, you realise very quickly thereâs more to the mere glassy look in his eye. âFor once, I wished to be anything but a pirate, to be anywhere but near the sea. Not when you wouldnât be there with me.âÂ
Taking one of his beautifully decorated hands to your mouth, you kiss the soft of his palm. âYouâve done more than anyone ever has to protect me.âÂ
You laugh against his hand, âThis is my turf, captain. Let me protect you⌠protect us.â
Something injects you with a dose of bold, and you find yourself wrapping your arms around his raised shoulders. âButâŚI believe we were in the middle of something. Iâd hate to ruin the mood.â
The smirk that graces his lips is immediate, pushing you back down onto the sheets as you let a laugh escape you.Â
And then you feel something warm graze your bottom lip, pointed in the way it pushes inwards. Heâs brought the glinting letter opener charm up to your lips, the trinket pinched between his fingers as he continues to keep it on your mouth. He kisses you deep as the metal remains between you two, your hands run across the expanse of his back, feeling the muscles ripple as he props himself between you.Â
âI love you,â he cuts between the kiss to groan, the charm dropping from between your mouths to your chest.Â
âI love you, mmhââ His fingers have found your clit mid confession, rubbing quickly as he attempts to get you all hot and withered again.Â
Your legs raise on instinct, back arching as he rubs you mercilessly, the pressure building quicker than it had before.Â
âIâI thinkââ you start to tell him, and it seems itâs all he needs to remove his fingers entirely.Â
âSoonyoung!â you yelp, landing on the bed with a thud.Â
Looking down, you find his hands wrapped around the length between his own legs, and you realise this was your first time seeing it. Past the white-oozing slit, his tip is a painful looking red. If his hands werenât already pumping and he hadnât already lined himself up to your hole, you wouldâve taken him into your own palms, done exactly with your mouth that heâd done with his own.Â
But you canât find it within yourself to stop him when you feel the initial push of his bulbous tip against your hole, the stretch causing you to drop your mouth open.Â
âFuck,â you hear him curse, and when you look up you find his own eyes screwed shut. His hands grip the plush of the pillow beside your head as tight as ever, face askew like he was holding himself back from combusting entirely.Â
Slowly, you feel the stretch turn into something akin to a burn, a sting in the back of your eyes. You let him push himself into you at his own pace, the never ending battle between your mind and your refrained hips ever present as you attempt to keep them at bay.Â
He keeps his pelvis flush against yours ince heâs sheathed himself inside you entirely. BOth of your pants fill the thick air of the room, the throb of your walls around his shaft leaving a tremble in his forearm despite your forsake.Â
Hand somewhere above your head, you feel Soonyoung pull out ever so slightly before pushing back in. Just like this, in shallow thrusts, he pumps himself in an out of your walls in a slow pattern.Â
It begins with a simmering tremble of pleasure that prolongs as he drags his cock in and out, and then in and out, and thenâ
Your eyes fly open when you feel his hips slam against yours with a resounding sound, fingers gripping his arm as he does it again, your moans penetrating the air. Before you know it, heâs hiked your legs up to wrap around his waist, ankles locking as he goes back to snapping his hips into you.Â
âOh, Soonyoung.â
Your nails are digging into his bicep like it was the only thing tying you to this earth, the only thing keeping you from passing out entirely. Heâs taken up a brutal pace, pistoning into your clamped walls with a vigour unmatched.Â
All Soonyoung can hear is the stretch of your moans and groans directly in his ear, the obscene squelch of both of your fluids mixing at your middles. Your hands have migrated to his back, clawing at the skin like youâve been utterly possessed.Â
He canât seem to mind, not when theyâll simply become reopening wounds every time heâll have you like this, all to himself and no one else. He wonders vaguely if your guards outside can hear the way youâre losing yourself in him just as he is in you, wonders if it appalls them that a filthy pirate gets to have their Queen in his arms as her vindictive pleasure.Â
One hand rubbing over your slick clit, he pulls back to sit on his heels, the angle allowing him to keep ever part of you occupied, his spare hand coming up to toy with the pillow of your breast.Â
Itâs all too much, for the both of you as your collective noises become increasingly frequent and high pitched.
And then heâs pushed you over the edge, the shake of your thighs electrifying as you nearly scream out in the bliss of your high. Hands moving every which way to find a grip as you let the feeling crash into you over and over again.Â
âOh, thatâs so good, so good, oh my goodness.â
Youâre still in the middle of your climax when Soonyoung canât take it anymore, letting himself release his load inside of you like a mark. Itâs a mess of force and pleasure as the both of you lose sight of your strengths and weaknesses, the feeling of his hot cum shooting into your walls only prolonging your orgasm even further.Â
He continues to thrust, continues to play with your nub, continues to flick at your nipples despite the orgasm subsiding. Itâs all suddenly too much all at once, the sharp jerk of your body and your voice asking him to stop.Â
âSoonâSoonyoung, itâs too much.â
Hands coming to a halt and his thrusts slowing, you feel him ease himself out of you.Â
Itâs a sight Soonyoung doubts he could ever forget even if he tried, your still pulsating walls doing everything but keeping the milky white of his load inside you, globs of the liquid spilling out as you shudder near lifeless on the bed. His hands grope at the inside of your thighs, pulling your lips apart to take in the mess heâs made.Â
He canât help himself when he pushes two fingers into your hole, feeding his cum back into your hole right where it belongs.Â
Youâve only barely started to come round when he meets you at eye level, plopping next to you on the bed.Â
âHi,â he grins.Â
âHi,â you breathe back, hands coming up to touch his face.Â
He lets you breathe for a few moments as he finds himself getting off the bed to find your tainted nightgown, moving back to you to spread your legs and wipe you clean as best as he could.Â
You find it within yourself to allow him to pull you into a sitting position, a cup of water from the nightstand pressing against your tired mouth.Â
âCome on, just one,â he urges as you slump against his chest.Â
You take a few sips as he coaxes you into drinking the full cup and half of the second helping.Â
He gives up as he holds you against his chest, brushing his fingers through your tangled hair to push past your face.Â
âAre you alright?â he asks you. Your eyes are closed when he leans down to place a peck on the apple of your cheek.Â
âMhm,â you muffle. âWant to sleep.
âIâd let you, butâŚâ
âSoonyoung, I canât go again,â you whine.Â
He chuckles, âI meant to ask where we could find some sugar around here. You barely ate anything at the ball.â
âThe kitchens?â you answer with a floating question mark.Â
Soonyoung canât help it when he squeezes you so tight it has you complaining loudly, not being able to sustain the love just in the tiny expanse of his heart.Â
âCome on, letâs get you some cake before both our hearts give out.â
BUNDLED UP IN WARMER clothes, the only thing the palace walls hear is the tiny whispers and giggles of you and your lover as you make your way to the kitchens.Â
Itâs empty at this time of night, the dying embers of the fireplace the only source of light. Soonyoung uses every last bit of his thievery to manage to find a basket of dough balls, the syrup more readily available at the table in the centre.
The tingling in your brain canât seem to decipher the overwhelming happiness that floods you from the ends of your hair to the tips of your toes. Especially when you call out his name amidst his shuffling, your heart canât take the grin on his face as he hurries to join on the floor in front of the fireplace.Â
Arm looped through his own and your head on his shoulder, you decide youâd be quite okay dying like this.Â
The dough balls are cold and the syrup is probably a little too sweet, but you canât possibly complain when it warms you just the same.Â
âIâve despised my name my entire life,â Soonyoung starts in the silence, picking at the insides of his treat. âSome old merchant sailor was giving his ship away in exchange that the taker would take care of it. Heâd built his Tigress from the first board to the last sail, but the years had made their mark. It was practically falling apart when I took it off his hands.â
He pushes the remaining bit of the pastry into his mouth, muffled as he continues, âHe had a strange name, said it was given to him by his crew when they realised he was born without a name. Hoshi. I liked it well enough so I kept it.â
âSoonyoungââ
âThat one. I wanted to replace the name I loathed, the one my own mother gave me.â You watch as his throat bobs as he swallows. âAsh is my birthplace, my mother worked in the brothels where I was born only because she couldnât get rid of me.â
Taking one of the hands that wrap around his arm, he brings your fingers to your mouth, kissing the tips of each one. âI despised that name, until I heard it from your lips.âÂ
âSoonyoung.â It felt right on your tongue, like you were destined to say his name.Â
âYes, my love?â He smiles softly.Â
âI love you.â
âI love you more,â he says as he kisses you again. âThank you for keeping my name, thank you for giving it life.â
You take the opportunity to grab one of the syrup soaked dough balls from the basket and stuff them into his mouth. âEnough, donât tell me all this luxuryâs made you soft.âÂ
It was a jab but a lighthearted one in any case, you loved to see this side of him and you doubt you would ever get enough of seeing him like this. Vulnerable with his softer smiles and squinted eyes.Â
Bringing one of your digits to your mouth, you suck the remaining syrup off your fingers.Â
Soonyoung is quick to take notice as he takes your hand and brings your fingers up to his mouth, running his tongue over the pads of your fingers to take in the remaining sugar left on your fingers.Â
He keeps his eyes locked onto yours as he sucks on the tips of your fingers, making sure every last hint of sweetness is gone.Â
And then heâs kissing you, tongue in your mouth as he moves against your lips slowly.Â
Breaking apart, you whisper, âAs much as Iâd love to, the bakers will be coming in any minute now.â
Soonyoungâs grin is dangerous, and you find out why the minute you feel his arms loop around your waist and under your thighs, lifting you clean off the floor of the kitchens.Â
You squeal before you can help it, his lips finding home in your neck as you laugh as loud as your chest would allow.Â
You could get used to this. And you will.Â
THE SERVANTS CARRYING THE giant stack of plates nearly topple over when you sprint past them, yelling a loud apology over your shoulder as you do nothing but hasten your pace.Â
The paper in your hands is clutched tight in your fists as you run to where your carriage awaits, near yelling at the driver to make it to the docks before the streets would be full of the early morning merchants and bakers, slowing the gallops of the decorated horses.Â
The town is waking as your carriage races past, the beginnings of the new day making itself known as the sun peers through the gaps of the houses. Youâre incapable of sitting still, your heels tapping against the floors of your cabin incessantly as the docks grow nearer and nearer.Â
And then you see it, the rush of dock handlers that see the royal carriage slow to a stop in front of the boardwalk. You slam the door open before any of the tens could do it for you, breaking into a sprint as you find the distinct flag of the royal crest wave high on the other end of the docks.Â
You had already seen Soonyoung off in the dark of the night as he made his way to the ship that was near ready to depart as you slide to stop in front of the anchored ship.Â
There was nothing sane about what you were doing, the chortles and shocked noises of sailors and merchants deaf to ears as you finally spot him near the prow.Â
His eyes meet yours and he has to do a double take.Â
Panting and needing to hold onto your knees for support, you peer up as you watch him run towards the ramp that leads down to the docks to see you, to ask why you were here when heâd kissed you goodbye mere hours ago.Â
By the time he meets you at the wobbly boardwalk, youâve somewhat recovered.
âAre you alright?â he asks you as soon as youâre within earshot, hands grasping onto your upper arms in evident concern.Â
âI had to tell you, this came in right after you left.â You brandish the paper clutched into your fist, smoothing it over as the light catches the red stamp at the bottom.Â
It takes him less than a minute to realise what it said, eyes blinking rapidly and mouth gaping like a fish. âTheyâŚThey said yes?âÂ
âThey said yes,â you repeat, nodding furiously as you break into a smile. âWe can get married, Soonyoung, they said yes.â
His arms are crushing you before you know it, wrapped around you so tight as he buries his face into your neck, repeating it like a mantra, âThey said yesâŚâ
By the time you part, he keeps his arms around you, still embracing you in front of the entire port. You take hold of his face bringing it closer to you.Â
âThree months, and then you come home,â you breathe. âAnd I get to marry you, in front of everyone.â
Soonyoung lets his lips meet your own in a chaste kiss as he corrects you, âI get to marry you in front of everyone.âÂ
Thereâs a thud of something nearby, and you look up to find the crew of the Tigress hanging over the railings of the newly appointed naval ship that looked suspiciously like a pirateâs.Â
âHe canât come back home, if he doesnât leave!â Seungkwan yells over cupped hands.Â
Youâd like to send him an affectionate gesture involving your middle finger, but choose to save him in front of the crowded port.Â
âYouâll miss me, Seungkwan, just you wait,â you send him a pointed glare that he simply scoffs at.Â
He might miss you, but youâll definitely miss the lot of them when you return to a significantly emptier palace.Â
âDonât let the royal snobs walk over you, youâre a better sailor anyway,â you tell Soonyoung. âNot that I needed to tell you, anyway.â
âI promise on our future wedding to be a complete menace.â He grins at the declaration as you admire him in the morning light.Â
One last time, you memorise the dips and hills of his features, pressing your final kiss into his lips as the voices telling him to hurry it up grow louder.Â
He blows you a kiss from the railings as the anchor is hoisted, and you send him one right back.Â
As your carriage trudges its path back to the palace, at a pace more acceptable for both the stamina of the horses and the integrity of the structure, your eyes remain glued to the shrinking ship that fades into the distant horizon.Â
Thereâs a pang in your chest, one that brings a tear to your eyes. Itâs all very dramatic, the way the melancholy makes a home in your heart. An inkling tells you how youâll probably become quite used to the feeling, learn to greet it like a friend.Â
For now you enter the lighter palace, and take your place on the chair in your study and find solace in the ideas your mind brings.Â
That no matter how long Soonyoung will remain far from you, he will always come back home to you.Â
Always.Â
[AN]: ty for joining my babies on their journey, i cannot thank you all enough for reading all 48fuckingK words of this i love you guys truly!!! thank you for all the reblogs and comments on the other parts, it makes me genuinely so happy to see you guys enjoy this universe that i've built. I read every single comment and know i appreciate all of it so so much <3
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waiting room | s. reid
summary: spencer can't seem to escape the girl in the waiting room
pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader
warnings: mentions of reid's addiction & tobias hankel, mentions of kidnapping and mass shootings (in, like, a joking way??) my terrible, terrible humour, ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE LMAO, this is deffo terrible, pls tell me if i missed anything!!
a/n: ok idk if i wanna continue this and make it a series so lmk lol (also im on writers block so i literally can't come up with SHIT)
SPENCER REID WAS a pessimist.
At least, thatâs what heâd call himself. His colleague, Derek Morgan would most likely (and by most likely, he means, definitely already has) call him an overanalysing introvert. But in Spencerâs defense, there has never really been a good reason to go out and âlive your lifeâ. Consider this:
Go to the new coffee shop? Mass shooting.
Go to the mall? A child gets abducted.
Leave the apartment for a short while? A stalker finds out where he lives, kidnaps him in his sleep, and, in a nightmarish turn, auctions off his organs to the bidder in the black market.
Besides, his life isnât some John Green book. There were no life-affirming adventures or poetic moments of self-discovery awaiting him. Carpe diem? A fanciful notion for others, but for him, not so much. Sorry, Mr. Keating.
Yet lifeâor more accurately, bureau protocolâ had its own plans. Ever since the Tobias Hankel incident, a visit to the psychologist wasnât just a request but rather (unfortunately for him) an order. Which meant, heâd have to risk his entire life to get up and walk for ten whole minutes just to sit and wait, in this glaringly bright waiting room, when he could have stayed at home and read the new books heâd gotten from his team as a get-well gift.
Speaking of which, why the gifts? He was fine. Physically, at least. But really, when have you ever seen get-well-soon cards in an asylum? Well, alright, maybe he was being a little bit dramatic. A visit to the psychologist doesnât mean heâll be institutionalisedâbut then again, Spencer Reid was never one to wear rose-tinted glasses.Â
This is his third time in the waiting room, and sheâs always there. He isnât sure as to why she is, because, well, unlike himself, she was very clearly an optimistâand at least, from the looks of it, she hasnât been kidnapped and drugged in the past month. But she's sitting there again, in the exact same chair for the past three weeks, along with a beacon of smiles where joy usually fears to trend. Maybe, he isn't as good of a profiler as heâd like to think he is.
âDr. Reid?â the call of his name rips him out of his thoughts. He looks up to see the same kind woman heâs seen the past three weeksânot the one in the waiting room, no, he means his therapist.
Dr. Brown was easy to profile: She wore heels to make herself look taller, and she hated wearing glasses, apparent by how she would continuously place them atop her head instead of her nose. Her teeth were abnormally perfect, which meant, sheâd had to wear braces when she was youngerâwhich (from his humbling experience) means she wasnât exactly the most popular at school. Perhaps, psychology felt appealing to her because she could help people like her.Â
âHow are you?â she asks, her pen clicking.
Usually, heâd offer her a meek shrug. The kind that could win awards for its commitment to non-commitment. Besides, heâs not one to talk about how he feelsâthere isnât much to say, anyway. And letâs face it, âHow are you?â in the grand tapestry of human interaction is almost as genuine as a three-dollar bill. And, get this, the average person asks âHow are you?â 6,739 times a year but only listens to the answer about half the timeâwell, okay, maybe those numbers might have been fabricated, but isnât the sincerity behind the question also made up? But instead of telling her all this, he remembers what Hotch had told him, one, two, three weeks ago: that he ought to cooperate with Dr. Brown or the board wonât be happy. So, he kisses his teeth before he says:
âFine. Iâm fine.â
And the session went on.
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Awfully Fond of You
Request: i was wondering if youâd be willing to write a little something for act 1, during the tiefling party for an autistic tav who has a crush on astarion but also has body insecurities + SA trauma, maybe instead of the usual scene that goes down they request to bathe with astarion instead? a tav with poor interoception (sense of awareness with oneâs body) who loves to help and touch others but doesnât quite register others touching them or how they feel about it but still craving intimacy with astarion is something iâm obsessed with (*^^*)*:.・. .・.:*シăďžď˝Ľ* i love your writing style and NEVER request so im super nervous!! - 𪴠(Link to original request here).
Pairing: Astarion x gn!reader Rating: 18+ - no smut, but mature themes Word Count: 7.7k CW: Very vague alludes to SA trauma, reader is a sweetie pie, Astarion is an idiot as always - No explicit smut this time; this one's mostly fluff! Spoilers: Minor spoilers for Act 1 (in-game dialogue, plot points, etc.), as well as Astarion's plotline Also posted to: AO3
a/n: Hello folks! I come bearing my very first request fulfillment! As you can tell from the ask, 𪴠anon wanted something very personal and sweet, and I'm incredibly honored that they chose me to see their vision come to life. I did my best to hit every beat they requested, while also staying true to my writing style, which, of course, means there's plenty of banter to be had. Yes, it is a bit similar to An Evening To Ourselves and Perfect Every Time (I swear I was in the middle of writing that one when I received this request), but I'm pleased with how this new remix of Astarion's Act 1 romance scene turned out! And yes, the title IS based on a lyric from everyone's favorite Sesame Street bath time song, "Rubber Duckie." HIT IT, BOYS! (Thank you, as always, to @kermitwazowski for beta reading!) NOTE: This Tav is completely separate from bard!Tav and does not take place in the same universe as Beauty and the Bard. Part 5 of that coming soon! And my request box is open!
Without further ado, 𪴠anon, I hope you like it!
The air in camp was abuzz with laughter and cheer. Booze flowed into goblets and down throats, and smiles graced the faces of nearly every guest currently in attendance of the last minute celebration thrown together by you and your companions.
With the goblins and their leaders defeated in what turned out to be a rather difficult encounter, Halsin and Zevlor had insisted on celebrating with you and your party at your campsite before the tieflings made their way to Baldurâs Gate within the next few days.Â
Alfira supplied the evening with a somewhat constant stream of joyful songs, only stopping every so often to enjoy a drink with Lakrissa, while other tieflings danced and mingled with each other, relief and excitement making their shoulders relax as they reached for more goblets of wine.Â
You were in the process of making your rounds through the party; youâd shared a drink with Shadowheart, some jokes with Gale and Karlach, a quiet moment with Wyll, and a confusing conversation with Laeâzel about limbs being torn from a neogi? You werenât entirely sure what those even were, but you had to assume they were a fearsome creature if Laeâzel was bringing it up.Â
That only left Astarion.
To be honest, youâd been avoiding him all night. Try as he might to catch your eye whenever you passed by, whether it be with a pointed clearing of his throat or a blatant call of your name, you would zero in on something else, and focus all your attention on that. Even if it meant sitting through an extended conversation with Volo.Â
But now, there was nowhere left to go. Unless you opted to avoid him completely. And that would only lead to questions from your companions that you wouldnât know how to answer.
It wasnât that you didnât like him. No. In fact, it was the exact opposite. You liked him a lot. And you werenât sure what to do about it.Â
Astarion was the most beautiful man youâd ever seen and you were⌠you. Youâd been you, your whole life, and knew for a fact that the pair of you were an odd couple. Where he was crass, you were kind. Where he was violent, you opted to talk things through.Â
And yet, you couldnât help but enjoy spending time with him. His bloodlust was fascinating to watch, and you loved sparring both physically and verbally with him. More than once, youâd both saved the otherâs ass in a sticky situation during battle. More than once, youâd allowed him to drink from you to ease his sanguine hunger.Â
You were pretty sure that at the very least, he considered you a friend, though you werenât sure heâd ever directly admit that to you. Unlike Gale and Wyll, who often reminded you how much they appreciated your friendship, Astarion was much tougher to read. Yet despite his somewhat malicious name calling and disapproval towards your actions, you couldnât help but feel that he had a soft spot for you. Even when you were telling him he couldnât kill a man in cold blood, it seemed like he legitimately enjoyed your company. The thought made you smile softly.
Taking in a deep breath and straightening your posture, you finally willed yourself to approach the vampire.
His eyes lit up in that way they often did when he was preparing to tease you.
âThere you are, darling,â he said, dramatically. âI was worried Iâd never see you again.â
âWorried Iâd leave you, huh?â you teased with a smirk.Â
Astarion tsked. âPerish the thought. But I recognize someone avoiding me when I see it.â
âAh,â you clasped your hands in front of yourself, looking down at the ground, âyou noticed that.â
âWhen I usually have to pry you away from me, yes, I noticed.â He took a swig of the wine he was holding.
You nodded and bobbed back and forth on your toes. âBest for last, I guess?â you shrugged your shoulders and smiled at him, hoping heâd drop the subject.
He hummed lamely.Â
âSo,â you perked up, âare you enjoying the party? I see youâve been indulging in the spirits.â
âWatching me, were you?â Astarion smirked and you held up your hands, caught.
âGuilty.â
âYou know,â he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, âI never pictured myself as a hero.â
You reached out to squeeze his arm. âDonât say that.â
His eyes met yours, and he gently pulled his arm out of your grasp. He cleared his throat before continuing.
âNever thought Iâd be the one they toast for saving so many lives. And now that Iâm hereâŚâ He closed his eyes and took another swig of his wine. When he brought the bottle away and opened his eyes, he met you with a scowl. âI hate it. This is awful.â
You laughed. âReally? Saving lives is awful?âÂ
Astarion rolled his eyes. âWe killed some goblins to save some tieflings. The tally of lives didnât change much.â
âYouâre awful,â you shook your head affectionately.Â
He looked smug before puffing his chest. âAnd what do I get for all my hard work?â
âI have a feeling youâre going to tell me.â
âNothing but a pat on the head, and vinegar for wine.âÂ
You pursed your lips and reached for the bottle, brushing your fingers against his own.Â
âLet me try,â you said, lifting the bottle to your lips and taking a sip. Your tongue was flooded with the bitter taste of fermented grapes and something else you couldnât place. Your face scrunched at the flavor and Astarion snorted.
âSee what I mean? Awful.â
You handed the bottle back to him, smacking your tongue to get rid of the aftertaste. He took the opportunity to continue speaking.
âAll I want is a little fun. Is that so much to ask?â
You let out an amused scoff. âKnowing you, it probably is.â
Astarion lifted a hand to his chest in mock offense. âOh, donât be so sour. I like a good time as much as anyone.â
ââSour,ââ you repeated, pointing at his wine bottle. âGood one.â
He smirked. âYou know, we could always make our own entertainment, darling.â
âOh, really?â You lifted an eyebrow. âAnd what does that entail?â
âWe could get a little closer, so to speak.â
You were suddenly very aware of how close you were standing to Astarion. You took a considerable step backwards and crossed your arms.Â
âSorry, I was really close to you just now, wasnât I?â You rubbed up and down your bicep awkwardly.
Astarion blinked before his face settled into a seductive smirk. He reached his free hand out to rest on your hip. âOn the contrary, my dear. I rather like it when youâre close.â
âOh, good,â you sighed in relief. You brought your hand down to where Astarionâs rested on your hip. âSometimes I canât tell.â
He chuckled, squeezing your hip slightly. âSo what do you say?â
âTo us getting closer? I donât mind!â To emphasize your point, you took a step forward and rested your other hand on his shoulder.
Astarion furrowed his brow. Then he chuckled again, gently removing both of your hands from his body. âWhile I appreciate your enthusiasm, letâs wait until things quieten down. Once the others are asleep, weâll find each other.â
âOkay, now Iâm really interested in what kind of entertainment you have planned.â You smirked at him, sensing a shift in his tone, but unsure of what it meant. âDonât tell me youâre a master of shadow puppets or something.â
He smiled skeptically. âVery funny,â he said slowly. âBut I trust youâll meet me?â
You giggled. âYes, Iâll see you later, Astarion.âÂ
âIndeed you will, my love. Indeed you will.â Rather than bid you a proper goodbye, Astarion brought the wine bottle to his lips once more and turned away from you.Â
You spun on your heel and made your way back to the party.Â
This was fine. Good, even! Spending time one-on-one with Astarion was probably exactly what you needed if you wanted to navigate this silly crush youâd developed. Sure, heâd just called you âmy love,â and that was a new one, but it wasnât that much different from the other pet names he threw at you and your companions. You didnât need this foolish infatuation distracting you on your journey or, gods forbid, diverting your attention during battle. No, this would be the perfect time to remind yourself and your fluttering heart that Astarion was, first and foremost, your friend, and a person. It didnât need to be anything more than that.Â
Your feet carried you not too far from Astarionâs tent and landed you at Karlachâs tent, the tiefling in question currently lying on her back, looking up at the stars.
âHey, Hot Stuff,â you said, standing over her.Â
âSoldier!â she grinned, her eyes a bit fuzzy from the wine.Â
âThis seat taken?â You kicked your foot over some dirt to her left.Â
âAll yours,â she said, sitting up to join you.Â
You settled down next to her and watched the party still taking place at the center of camp. It sounded like Gale and Laeâzel were having some sort of heated argument over which main courses were best to prepare for battle, while Halsin awkwardly weaved between them to gather a plate of food for himself.
âSaw you chatting up Fangs just now,â Karlach playfully air-elbowed you, careful not to accidentally touch and scorch you. âDid he have anything good to say?â
âNothing out of the ordinary,â you shrugged. âHe was an ass to me, I was an ass to him, the usual.â
Karlach nodded. âSounds about right.â
You both sat in pleasant silence for a moment before you laughed a little. âItâs funny, he actually asked me to spend time with him tonight, after the party.â
Karlach furrowed her brow. âAfter the party? What do you mean?â
âI donât know,â you shook your head, âhe said we could âmake our own entertainment.ââ You made air quotes when you repeated his words. âI figure he wants to read together or something. It was just weird how he phrased it.â
She sat up a little straighter, her expression growing more serious. âHang on, what were his words, exactly?â
You leaned back a little, confused by her sudden interest in your mundane conversation with the vampire. âUm⌠I donât know. He said he didnât like being a hero, I told him not to say that, he said he wanted more than a pat on the head and bad wine, I tried the wine and it was bad, he said he wanted a little fun, âis that so much to ask?â and I said âknowing you, it probably is,â and then he said we could make our own entertainment. Or something like that.â
âHuh.â Karlach thought for a moment. âI think he means to bone you, Soldier.â
You sputtered out a laugh. âWhat?! No he doesnât!â
âHe sooooo does!â Karlach barked out a laugh. âAnd good for you! I know Iâd ride him to the Feywild and back if I had the chance.â
âHe does not,â you said again, trying to convince yourself as much as you were trying to convince Karlach.Â
But you faltered.Â
âDoes he?â
âSoldier,â Karlach lowered her head at you, giving you an incredulous look, âhe was absolutely asking you to get nasty with him.âÂ
âAre you serious?â
âYes!â she threw her hands up in the air. âWe all see the way you look at each other! You practically undress one another with your eyes every time you see each other!â
âNo we donât!â you argued, but shrank back when Karlach raised an eyebrow at you.Â
âYou do. You know you do.âÂ
âAm I that obvious?â you asked, lifting your hands to your cheeks as you felt them heating up.Â
Karlach started counting on her fingers. âHeâs always the first one you check on after a battle, youâre always walking next to him when weâre traveling, AND you let him drink your blood. Weirdly often. Which is gross.â
âI like helping him,â you countered weakly. âAnd I always check on you guys, too!â
âOf course you do, Soldier, but we can all see how you two treat each other differently.â
You peered over at Astarionâs tent. He lounged comfortably amongst his pillows, a book propped open in his lap and his bottle of wine was not too far off.Â
How could he be so casual and relaxed about all of this? The thought of talking to him later tonight made your stomach drop.
âWhat if I turn him down?â you asked softly, leaning forward to hug your knees.
Karlachâs expression softened. âYou donât have to do anything you donât want to.â She reached out a hand, but retracted it. âIf I could, Iâd rub your back like my mum used to do when I was a kid.â
You smiled over at her. âThanks.â
She nodded. âIf you donât want to sleep with the leech, thatâs your choice. Donât let him talk you into it if itâs not what you want.â
âIâm not entirely sure what I want,â you admitted, looking up at the familiar stars above.
Karlach sighed. âWell, you donât have to decide anything tonight.â She nodded her head towards his tent. âIn fact, I could go beat the shit out of him, if youâd like.â
You laughed. âNot necessary. But I appreciate the offer.â
âIâll do it.â
âI know you will,â you smiled and settled your cheek on top of your knee. âI do really like him,â you confessed.
Karlach thought for a moment. âSo, if you donât mind me asking, whatâs the problem?â She cocked her head curiously.
You sighed. âSex isnât really something⌠I have a great relationship with.â
âAh,â Karlach nodded. âSame,â she joked, flaring her flames a little for good measure.
You snickered quietly. âI wonât get into it, but⌠yeah. No thanks. For now, at least.â
âSay no more,â she held up her hand and turned to observe Astarion at his tent. âYou could always just see what he has to say? Maybe he just wants to show you heâs a master at shadow puppets or something.â
âThatâs what I said!â you laughed, and Karlach joined in.
When youâd both settled, she spoke again. âBut seriously, Soldier. Astarion may be a freaky vampiric bastard, but I donât think heâd hurt you.â
âI donât think he would either.â
âHe knows weâd kill him.â
âIâm sure youâd all take turns sending him to the hells.â
âYou bet your sweet ass we would,â she brought her fist to her hand as if preparing to punch this hypothetical Astarion.Â
After another quiet moment, she spoke again. âYou donât have to go with him tonight. Or, I could come with you, if you want. As backup.â
âThanks,â you said, âbut I think I need to have this conversation with him alone.â
âOf course.â
You looked back over at Astarionâs tent. He was now standing and stretching his arms over his head. When he caught you watching him, he smirked and threw a wink in your direction. You quickly snapped your head forward, back towards the center of the party. Groaning, you brought your hands up to cover your face.
âWhat am I gonna do?â
~~~~~
Staring into the trees ahead of you, you remained frozen in place.Â
The party had died down and dispersed about an hour ago, giving you and your companions plenty of time to perform a quick cleanup and head to bed. And just as Astarion had said, once a peaceful quiet had enveloped the camp, heâd come to your tent and wordlessly motioned for you to follow him.Â
Now you were wringing your hands, trying to convince yourself to follow after him into the forest.
Karlach was right: you didnât have to do anything you didnât want to do. And Astarion was a reasonable guy.Â
To a degree.
Okay, no he wasnât.Â
He was always prepared to kill someone who wronged him in an instant. But surely heâd be reasonable in this department. Your gut told you that that was true. And if it wasnât, youâd sicc Karlach and the others on him.Â
You knew it wouldnât come to that, though. You felt strongly that he was the type who wouldnât react rashly to a rejection.Â
Before youâd even made up your mind to do so, you found yourself walking into the trees, following the general direction youâd seen Astarion head off towards. The least you could do was hear him out. And who knew, maybe this would be a funny anecdote in your friendship later on down the line. Only time would tell.
It took a few minutes of mindless wandering before you reached a clearing. You kept going, prepared to keep walking until you eventually found Astarion, when you spotted him emerging from behind a tree in your peripheral.Â
You screeched to a halt and turned to face him, growing stiff with nerves when you realized he was shirtless.Â
âThere you are,â he said, his hand lingering on the tree behind him. âIâve been waiting.âÂ
He approached you slowly.Â
Seductively.Â
You stood completely still.
He continued, âWaiting since the moment I set eyes on you.â
You swallowed thickly.
He moved even closer. âWaiting to have you.â
âAbout that,â you said, struggling to keep your voice steady, âwhat exactly do you mean?â
Astarionâs sensual expression morphed into one of confusion. Then he laughed a little. âIsnât it obvious? Tonight is about pleasure.â
âI was afraid youâd say that,â you muttered.
While you were pretty sure he heard you, Astarion pressed on anyway.Â
âYours. Mine. Our collective ecstasy.â
âAstarion,â you said quickly, surging forward to grab his hands in yours, âplease.â
He looked surprised, but quickly recovered with an alluring smirk. âPlease what, darling?â
âWe donât have to.â
Astarion narrowed his eyes skeptically. âDonât have to what?â
You groaned and leaned your head forward to rest on his bare shoulder. After a second you lifted your face back up to look at him. âWe donât have to sleep together.â
This time, Astarion looked stunned. âThen⌠what are you doing here?âÂ
You shrugged. âI thought we could talk.â
Astarion pulled away from you and took a step back. ââTalk?â I thought we had an understanding?â
âSee, thatâs the thing,â you said, âI did not understand.â
âHmm,â he hummed and tilted his head in disbelief.
âIâm serious,â you said, stepping closer to him again. âI thought you wanted to spend time together.â
âOh, but I do,â his lips quirked up mischievously. âI mean to spend the entire night with you, my dear.â
âAnd while that sounds great, I think you and I are having different thoughts about how to spend that time.â You held his gaze, willing him to hear you.
He humphed. âSo you donât want to have sex with me?â
âNot right now, no.â
He sputtered his lips together and threw his arms up. âAnd what does that mean?â
âIt means⌠It means I donât want to have sex right now. At all.â You watched his face scrunch in incredulity. âIt has nothing to do with you!â you clarified, grabbing one of his hands again. âBelieve me, this is all me.â
Astarion looked you up and down, scanning your body language. You still held his hand and leaned into him ever so slightly.Â
âWhatâs this then?â he asked, placing his free hand over the hand holding his.
You pulled away from him completely. âSorry,â you said, âI end up touching the people I like. I donât realize Iâm doing it.â
He narrowed his eyes, putting the pieces together in his head.Â
âYou like me.â
âYes.â
âAnd you donât want to sleep with me.â
âYes.â
âSo⌠what? You want to be friends or something?â He made a sour expression.
You laughed softly. âIâd like to think weâre already friends, actually.â
âAnd why would you think that?â Astarion asked, but you saw in his eyes that he was teasing.
You smiled lightly. âMaybe because you wonât stop following me around FaerĂťn?â
âWell, itâs not like I-â
âOr maybe because youâve had a taste of my blood and now you canât get enough?â
âOkay, thatâs-â
âOr maybe because Karlach said you treat me differently than you treat everyone else.â
âShe did not!â Astarion sounded genuinely scandalized and you laughed.
âFace it, pretty boy, you like me, too.â
Astarion groaned and rolled his eyes. âThis is not at all going how I planned.â
You pursed your lips and wrapped your arms around yourself again. âSorry.â
He glanced back at you and saw you staring at the ground. He sighed.Â
âNo, Iâm sorry, darling.â
You met his eyes. He stepped closer and placed his hands on your cheeks. Instinctively, you leaned into his touch.Â
âI assumed you wanted the same thing as me, and I was wrong.â
âItâs okay,â you assured. âYou couldnât have known.â
âStill,â he said, his thumb caressing the apple of your cheek, âI misread your touches as advances rather thanâŚâ He searched for the proper words. âOne of your quirks.â
You exhaled, amused. âYou didnât entirely misread me.â
âPardon?â
âI do like you. A lot. And if things were different, maybe I would sleep with you, butâŚâ
Astarion pulled away from you and held up a hand. âNo explanation needed, darling.â He smirked. âBut it's good to know how you feel.â
You felt your cheeks go red. âYeah,â you said, suddenly shy.
Astarion clicked his tongue. âYouâre so adorable when youâre thinking of what to say.â
You shook your head and patted your cheeks. âI have another idea,â you said.
He nodded for you to continue and crossed his arms.
âUm⌠if itâs alright with you, IâŚâ You paused, not exactly sure how heâd react.Â
âWhat is it, darling?â
âIâd like to⌠bathe you.â
Astarion uncrossed his arms and looked rather dumbfounded.
âWhat?â
Your words came out clumsily and a little too fast: âOr not! I donât know, I just like you so much, and Iâd like to be closer to you but I donât want to have sex with you so I thought maybe we could get closer another way, or maybe-â
âOkay,â Astarion interrupted.
âHuh?â
He moved closer to you and brushed some hair out of your face.
âOkay,â he repeated softly. âLetâs bathe together.â
âOh,â you said, disbelief painting your features.Â
Astarion laughed. âDid you assume Iâd say no?â
You shrugged as a smile grew on your face. âI donât know what I expected,â you reached for his hand, âbut Iâm really glad you said yes.â
~~~~~
The walk back to camp was pleasantly silent, save for the crickets singing their nightly aria. Astarion kept pace with you, the back of your hands brushing every so often, each time sending a tiny shock wave through your body.Â
This was happening. You were going to have a private, intimate moment with Astarion. Even if it hadnât been what he originally intended, you were happy to think of a compromise that still allowed you to get close to him in a way that you knew the others in camp hadnât, and probably wouldnât. It made you feel special.
Happy.
And nervous.Â
Nervous as all hells, to be honest. You felt your heart speeding up with every step you took, bringing you closer to camp.
âSomething wrong, darling?â Astarion asked, giving you a sideways glance.
You jumped a little when his voice broke the silence. âHuh?â
âYour heart, love. Itâs pounding.â He waggled his eyebrows teasingly. âNervous?â
âOh, that.â You held a hand to your chest and focused on slowing your breathing. When you turned to look at him, you asked, âIs that weird?â
âSeeing as how this was your suggestion, maybe a little.â He smiled and nudged his shoulder into yours.
You groaned. âIf this is too weird, letâs just not.â
Astarion halted and grabbed your wrist to stop you. He spun you to look into his eyes. âWhateverâs going on in that pretty little head of yours, darling, cut it out.â
âOh, okay great. Done.â
âReally?â
âNo, not really!â You narrowed your eyes at him.
He sighed. âNever is that easy, is it?â
It was a rhetorical question, but you shook your head anyway.Â
âWell, whateverâs making you nervous, Iâll strive to steer clear of it.â
He looked at you expectantly, as if he wanted some sort of explanation. You avoided his eyes and moved to continue walking towards camp. He followed close behind.
âItâs just thatâŚâ you paused, trying to collect your thoughts. âI havenât been⌠naked in front of someone. For a while.â
Astarion bit his lip, mirth in his eyes.
âDonât laugh!â you exclaimed, mortified.
âNo, no, darling!â His tone was gleeful. âApologies. Itâs just that thatâs whatâs making you nervous? Iâll have you know that youâre one of the more beautiful creatures who Iâve attempted to bed. You have nothing to fear. Iâve seen all manner of bodies and I can assure you, yours will be nothing short of exquisite. In fact, your shyness is rather endearing.â He smiled at you, looking like he might still be withholding a laugh.
You flattened your lips into a line. âDonât say things you donât mean.â You began walking ahead of him but stopped when you heard him call your name.
âI may be a rake and a thief, but Iâm no liar.â
You blinked at him. âYes you are! You lie all the time!â
âOkay, yes, sure, but I donât lie about things that matter! Things like this!â He motioned up and down, indicating your body.
Just as he did so, the two of you emerged from the trees and into camp. You held a finger to your lips and indicated for him to be quiet. He nodded and padded after you as you crept quietly towards the shore of the lake that lapped quietly next to your sleeping campsite. You bent to pick up towels, along with the bucket that held soap and other washing supplies that you and your companions shared in an effort to stay clean on the road. You held them up and motioned for Astarion to follow you again, away from where Withers stoically kept watch, and more towards where youâd spoken with Wyll earlier in the evening. When you turned to face Astarion, his eyes were full of questions.
âAre you sure you still want to do this?â you asked.
He perked up and grinned. âMy love, there is nothing Iâd like more.â
You searched his eyes one more time to make sure he was serious. When you were satisfied with what you saw, you motioned for him to step into the lake.Â
âLadies first,â you teased, looking anywhere but at Astarion.
He, in turn, looked down his nose at you. âI know what this is,â he said, pointing a lazy finger at you.
âWhatâs what?â
âYouâre stalling, darling.â
âI am not!â
Astarion crossed his arms and tilted his head towards you, unimpressed.
Your posture fell into a slouch. âOkay fine, maybe I am stalling.â
âReally?â Astarion said dramatically before dropping his arms to his sides again. He approached you, close enough to where you could feel his cool breath on your face.Â
He placed both of his hands on your hips. You looked down to watch as his fingers drummed a calming rhythm into your sides. He whistled quietly, gaining your attention.Â
âLetâs start here,â he suggested, now fingering the hem of your shirt. He refused to let you look away.Â
You nodded.
âGood,â he purred as you raised your arms and helped him take off your shirt.Â
The cool air of the evening immediately sent goosebumps down your arms, and you unconsciously crossed them over your chest for warmth.
Astarion tsked. âCome now,â he protested and placed two gentle hands on your wrists, guiding them to your sides. âLovely,â he praised once he was able to look at you.Â
You made an uncomfortable sound before placing your hands on your waistband.Â
âThese probably need to come off next, right?â
âTypically thatâs how one bathes themself, yes.â
âRight,â you agreed, watching as Astarion mirrored you and reached for his own waistband. You looked down at your legs as you removed your pants, leaving you in only your underwear.Â
âGoodness, love,â Astarion said quietly and you looked at him shyly. He himself was now only in his underwear. âYou have nothing to be shy about. Youâre magnificent.â
âWould you shush and get into the water please?â you half teased, half begged. Anything to end this weird tension you were feeling.Â
âAlright,â he laughed softly before reaching for the waistband of his underwear. He looked at you for approval. When you nodded, he removed them in one fluid motion as if heâd done this a million times. Maybe he had.
Regardless, you couldnât help but stare at the space between his legs.
He cleared his throat awkwardly. âEyes up here.â
âSorry,â you said, immediately flicking your eyes up to his face. âI didnât- Itâs just-â
Astarion chuckled. âI understand.â
âThank you,â you said, breathing a sigh of relief.Â
âYour turn,â he said, lifting his eyebrows.
You bit your lip and slowly reached for your underwear. When you pulled them off, Astarion watched you without a hint of judgment in his eyes. You ran a hand through your hair and shifted nervously on your feet.Â
He held out a hand to you and you stared at it before looking up at his face. He rolled his eyes.
âIâm not going in this frigid water alone, are you mad?â
You laughed and took his hand. He instantly pulled your body to his, holding you so that you were chest to chest. He gave you a seductive smirk before leaning in. You leaned away, avoiding his advances. You shook your head ever so slightly before stepping into the gentle water. Astarion remained standing on the shore before following after you.Â
Braving the cold of the water, you sunk down until you were sitting in neck deep water. You let the bucket youâd brought with you float next to you as Astarion crept through the water, clearly freezing.Â
âWhy did I let you convince me to bathe at night? Thereâs no sun out to warm this wretched lake.â
You ducked your mouth below the surface to blow some bubbles in his direction. âYou should know by now that dunking your whole body helps you warm up faster.â
He gave you a dirty look before slowly sinking down in front of you, yelping and contorting his face the entire time. You couldnât help but squawk out a laugh.Â
When he was fully seated, he pulled you towards him, making you sit in his lap. He gave you a sensual look that had you frowning and pulling back. He raised a quizzical eyebrow.
âSomething wrong?â he asked.
âWhen I said I wanted to bathe you, thatâs all I meant.â
âAh.â His tone was confused. Then he shook his head. âRight, sorry. This is - well⌠you know.â He smiled, looking like he was admitting defeat and that he wasnât pleased about it. âI have no idea what to do with you.â
You swam behind him, pulling the bucket of soap towards you and laying your hands on both of his shoulders. âYou donât have to do anything.â
He spun to face you. âNothing?â
You nodded and he huffed out a laugh. âNo sex, no fooling aroundâŚIâm sorry, darling. Itâs just - having to slow down, itâs⌠Iâm just not used to it.âÂ
âThatâs okay,â you rested your hands on his shoulders again. âWeâre in no rush.â
He hummed. âCan you⌠I donât know. Help? Show me what to do?â
Laughing, you took his hand. âIâll try.â
You led your weightless bodies into shallower water and had Astarion sit facing away from you, towards the shore. Reaching for the bucket again, you pulled out a bar of soap and a sponge.Â
âRelax,â you cooed, seeing how tensely he held his shoulders close to his ears.Â
He let loose a breath and you watched as he relaxed his muscles. Your eyes traveled lower, suddenly catching a glimpse of a complicated and gruesome scar on his back. Your eyes widened, taking in how the water and moonlight reflected off of it. Calmly, you dipped the sponge in the water and added soap before gently rubbing his right shoulder. Astarion melted further, allowing his neck to tilt forward, which, in turn, gave you a better view of his scarred flesh.
âUm⌠Is it okay for me to wash your back?â you hesitated in bringing the sponge across his shoulder and over his back to his other shoulder.
âWhy wouldnât - oh. I suppose youâre talking about the poem.â He barely looked over his shoulder at you.
âIâve never seen a poem like this,â you said quietly, a hint of anger in your voice.
He chuckled darkly in response. âItâs a gift from my old master, Cazador. He considered himself quite the artist and used his slaves as a canvas. Do you like it, darling?â He shimmied his shoulders, mockingly preening over the evidence of his own torment.
âNot at all,â you said evenly, continuing to wash his shoulders.Â
âOuch, love, youâd hurt his feelings if he heard that.â Not a hint of joy reached his eyes.
âI donât much care about the feelings of this old master of yours.â
âOh, be still, my undead heart,â he held a hand to his chest sarcastically. Then he sighed. âYouâre allowed to wash it. It doesnât hurt anymore.â His voice was quiet when he said, âThank you for asking.â
Wordlessly, you moved the sponge from the back of his neck to his shoulder blades.Â
âIâm not going to break,â he laughed softly, âyou donât have to be so gentle.â
You increased the pressure you were applying to his skin before adding more soap to the sponge. âMove up a little,â you instructed, tapping him to move closer to the shore. âLean forward.â
Now you had a better angle to wash away the grime of the road from his back, and an even better view of the scar. You clicked your tongue and set to work.Â
Perhaps uncomfortable by your silence, Astarion began to speak again. âHe, Cazador, composed and carved that poem over the course of a night.â There was a venom to his words. Maybe a deep regret, or a weighing sadness. âHe made a lot of revisions as he went.â
Your hand paused over a particularly brutal ridge. You leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his torso, resting your cheek against the raised tissue. âYouâre brave for enduring that.â
âWhat are you doing?â Astarion straightened, making you push your cheek further into his skin.Â
You pulled back immediately. âSorry, I wanted to hug you. I should have asked. I just⌠wanted you to know that I care.â
Astarion looked over his shoulder at you blankly. âYou âcare?ââ
You nodded. âTurn back around, let me keep washing you.â
He gave you a slight nod before facing forward again and leaning over.Â
After another silent moment of gliding the sponge across his back, you asked, âAny idea what it means? Or is it just some pattern?â
Astarion let out an unamused laugh. âHells if I know. Not sure how much you know about vampires, darling, but typically, we canât see our reflections.â He spoke as if talking to a child.Â
You splashed his back with a small wave from your hand. âDonât do that.â
âDo what?â
âYouâre lashing out at me when I was just asking a question.â
âI-â He paused. Then he fell silent.
âIâm sorry if I overstepped but⌠Iâm not your enemy,â you said gently. âWe donât have to keep talking about this. We donât have to talk at all.â
Astarion groaned. âSilence is dreadful, darling.â
âIs that why you never stop talking?â you teased, trying to lighten the mood again.
âGood one,â he said flatly, but you could hear the smile in his voice. âI only talk because you lot never have anything interesting to say.â
You scoffed with a smile. âI have plenty of interesting things to say!â
âOh, really? Like what?â
âLike-â you thought for a moment. âLike the other day! When I was talking with you about your embroidery!â By now youâd moved on to washing over Astarionâs arms. You spun him to face you so you could wash and massage his hands.Â
Astarion clicked his tongue. âUnfortunately, darling, thatâs not an entirely interesting topic, seeing as how I was in the middle of mending a shirt and you just wanted an excuse to talk to me.â
âI did not!â you denied, massaging between his fingers. Unconsciously, his fingers curled around yours before retracting and flexing.Â
âDeny all you want, you still didnât say anything interesting.â
âHmm,â you narrowed your eyes at him. âIf Iâm so uninteresting, why did you want to spend the evening with me of all people?â You were massaging his other hand.Â
âYou-â He paused again.
âI?â
âYouâre⌠Iâm still trying to figure you out.â His voice grew softer when you pulled yourself closer to wash across his chest. You sensed the shift and looked up at his face to make sure he was okay with your actions. When he nodded minutely, you continued.Â
âIf youâre trying to figure me out⌠one might say that youâre interested in me.â
He groaned. âSay whatever you want to help you sleep better tonight, darling.â
âUh huh,â you said pleasantly to yourself, feeling like youâd won. You looked away to add more soap to the sponge and when you looked back, you realized how close you were to his face. His pupils were blown wider than usual and you could see yourself reflected in his eyes against the moonlight. His breath tickled your face.Â
He watched you with an intensity that had you hesitating. Why was he so-?
âLook up,â you said, looking up yourself to demonstrate what you wanted. âPlease.â
He held your gaze for as long as he could before looking up at the sky.Â
You carefully brushed the sponge along his throat, pausing briefly when you got to the twin wounds on his throat from the night he was turned. You circled them gently with the sponge before rinsing the suds with water cupped in your hand. A shiver ran through Astarionâs body.
âAre you okay?â you asked.
âYes,â he said looking back down at you once youâd finished rinsing the suds away. âBut Iâd very much like to kiss you.â
You blinked a few times before resting your forehead against his. When you pulled back, you asked, âIs it okay for me to wash your hair?â
Astarion looked at you for a moment, his eyes flicking to your lips for a second before meeting your eyes again. âI suppose so,â he said.
âI donât have to. Your legs are still-â
âI can handle my own lower half, thank you.â He winked at you.
You smiled and handed him the sponge before bringing yourself to rest behind him again. You gathered the bucket that was still floating nearby and submerged it until it was filled about halfway with water.
âYou can either dunk yourself, or I can pour this over your head,â you held the bucket for Astarion to see.
âIâm actually quite enjoying you taking care of me, darling. I trust you wonât drown me.â
âA mistake,â you said, pretending to dump the bucket over his head all at once. âCan vampires even drown? Itâs not like you need to breathe.â
âIâd rather not find out, if itâs all the same to you,â he smirked.Â
Instead of dumping the entire bucket on his head like you threatened, you poured a gentle stream along the back of his skull before moving forward to evenly wet the rest of his hair.Â
âBloody hells, that is cold,â he pushed some flattened curls out of his face.
âFor being a fearsome vampire, you sure are a wimp,â you teased.Â
âI could rip your throat out.â
âAnd I might be able to drown you.â You placed firm hands on both his shoulders and pushed gently, as if you wanted to test your theory.Â
âTerrifying,â he smirked, running the sponge along his legs underwater.
âYou should see what I did to those goblins who were holding Halsin hostage.â
Astarion laughed. âI know, darling, I was there. Who knew you could be so hellbent on vengeance?â
You laughed softly, coating your hands in soap before running them through his curls. âThereâs a lot you donât know about me.â
âLike?â he prompted.
âAstarion!â you exclaimed sarcastically. âYou want to know more about me?â
âWell if I knew youâd make a fuss, I wouldnât have said anything.â Despite his tone, his eyes were closed in pleasure as you continued to massage his scalp.Â
You chuckled quietly, trying to think of something to share with him.Â
âIâve lived in Baldurâs Gate my whole life,â you started.
âA shame we never crossed paths.â
âIâm not entirely sure youâd spare me a passing glance.â
Astarion opened his eyes. âDonât say that.â
You shrugged. âI read a lot, growing up, and liked being indoors. But I also liked the outdoors. I helped my dad tend our garden, and helped my mom cook dinnerââ
âHow quaint.â
âWeâd visit my aunt in the Upper City every Midwinter, and I wanted to be a teacher when I grew up.âÂ
âPity, you have such a promising career as a spa keeper.â
You examined Astarionâs head to make sure you hadnât missed a spot. When you were pleased with your own work, you continued: âThis is the first big adventure Iâve ever been on.â
âFirst brain worm?â Astarion opened one eye and pointed to his temple.
You laughed and nodded.Â
He smiled. âMine, too.â
You filled the bucket with more water and held a hand over his forehead to keep soapy water from splashing into his eyes when you poured the fresh water over his foamy locks.Â
Astarion sighed as the soap began to wash away. You filled the bucket again to repeat the process.Â
âDid you ever foresee yourself bathing a beautiful vampire, when you were a child?â
You pursed your lips. âI mean, I had my hopes.â You smiled as he let out a laugh.Â
âTonight definitely didnât go how I expected,â he admitted.
âYou didnât foresee yourself getting bathed by your incredibly interesting leader?â
He let out an amused breath from his nose. âNo I did not.â
You finished rinsing out the last of the soap from his hair, but continued raking your fingers through it. âAre you disappointed?â Your voice was small.
He turned to face you, making your hands disconnect from his curls. âNot at all,â he said, sounding genuine. âPleasantly surprised, actually.â He thought for a moment. âAnd cleaner than Iâve been in weeks. Probably.â
You laughed. âHappy to have provided my services.â
He smiled at you, his eyes softer than youâd ever seen them. âThis was nice.â He lifted his hand to swipe through his hair. âLetâs hope you didnât ruin my hair.â
âWith soap and water?â
âYou might have done it wrong,â he teased.
âHow? Itâs soap and water!â
âNot so loud,â he chuckled, nodding his head towards camp. You could vaguely hear Gale snoring in the distance.Â
âIâm leaving,â you joked, moving to get up, but Astarion grabbed your wrist and pulled you back into the water.
âAm I not to return the favor?â
You looked back at him and half smiled, patting his cheek. âIâm not convinced youâd do a thorough enough job.â With that, you pushed away from him and got up, gathering the bathing materials and walking back to shore where towels awaited.Â
Astarion sputtered behind you. âHow dare you! I could give you a massage, the likes of which youâve never experienced before!â
âYou know, sometimes, Astarion, people do things for other people, and donât want anything in return.â You threw the towel over your head to start drying your hair before wrapping it around your body.Â
Astarion did the same before bending to pick up your discarded clothes. âI- Well⌠You-â He sighed heavily. âYouâre a tricky one, arenât you?â
âIâm not trying to be,â you shrugged.
âAnd yet,â he sidled up next to you, offering you his arm, âyou are.âÂ
You took his arm in one hand and the bucket of washing supplies in the other and followed him as he led you back into camp. You placed the materials back where you found them and brought your newly freed hand up to wrap around Astarionâs arm. You leaned your head onto his shoulder.Â
When you arrived at your tent, he handed you your clothes.Â
âI suppose this is where we end our evening,â he said quietly so as not to wake the others.
âI suppose so,â you agreed, your eyes shining as you looked at him.
âWhat?â he asked.
âThank you for letting me do that,â you said, still holding his arm. âI hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.â
âI did,â he said. âVery much, actually.â When he saw the excited look on your face, he amended, âDonât be weird.â
âIâm not weird,â you said, weirdly.
âUh huh,â Astarion said, pulling his arm out of your grip, not unkindly.
âWe can do it again,â you bobbed on your feet, âif you want.â
âI⌠could be persuaded,â he nodded.
âGood,â you said. Then you surged forward to kiss his cheek. âThank you. Goodnight Astarion.â You turned and ducked down into your tent.
âPleasant dreams, darling,â he said softly.Â
You didnât see how his hand lingered on his cheek where your lips had made contact, didnât see the small smile that crept onto his face or the mask beginning to slip.Â
Instead, you had pleasant dreams filled with laughs and curls and a flash of fangs accompanied by a smile of delight.Â
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ring of love; csc (07)
summary; agreeing to join vernon spectate an underground boxing match wasn't how you'd expect to spend your friday night. you also didn't expect to see seungcheol, someone you've lost contact with for years, become a part of the ring.
modern! au ⢠boxer! au ⢠hhu focused ⢠multiple kinds of tropes ⢠fluff, angst, smut
a/n;; im gonna be honest, i had no clue as to how im gonna write chapter 7 so i took a short break. that ended with me diving head first into love and deepspace which now has led me to a new obsession â Sylus. if you saw that post i made abt LNDS a few weeks ago, that has manifested into a side blog @chaeriescola where iâll be posting my-non kpop related fics (read: Sylus & Zayne brainrot) also, iâm on Patreon now !! if you join my Patreon, youâll get early access to the fics (a week early before they get posted on tumblr & ao3), exclusive bonus content, sneak peeks of other projects etc. if youâd like these special treats, feel free to join đ enough of me yapping, onto the fic~
Seungcheol wasnât exactly sure what he was expecting when he tasked Mingyu and Vernon to look after you â considering how they both absolutely suck at understanding the whole âlook after ___ for me but, donât let her catch youâ concept. Heâs seen them tail behind you, possibly raising concerns in some students and staff whether they were stalking you from the moment they spotted you.
coups: canât you two be more discreet? coups: you both look like youâre the worst stalkers gameboi: ? tallgyu: I think weâre doing a good job alien-non: yea, she hasnât noticed us gameboi: you really got Mingyu and Hansol to tail after ___? gameboi: no offense to all 3 of you gameboi: but Hansolâs logic is practically gone if Mingyuâs leading tallgyu: HEY alien-non: I suggested we wear disguises but Mingyu didnât want to! tallgyu: those weirdly shaped sunglasses are way too obvious coups: what youâre doing now is way more obvious! tallgyu: she hasnât noticed us tallgyu: itâs fine hyung coups: Vernon alien-non: yes coups: you know how aware ___ is of her surroundings coups: sheâs probably already spotted you both gameboi: but chose not to say anything
As if on cue, when they both turned a corner, they were both startled to come face-to-face with you, arms crossed, staring right at them.
âYouâve both been following me for the past hours, can I help you?â you ask, eyes narrowing when they both exchange a look.
âWellâŚâ Mingyu started, âWe⌠We just wanted to make sure you didnât get lostâŚ?â
Vernon mentally facepalms at Mingyuâs response while you scrunch your eyebrows in confusion, âTo make sure I wouldnât get lostâŚ? On a campus Iâve been attending for at least 2 yearsâŚ?â
âSeungcheol hyung wanted us to look after you,â Vernon confesses, âI donât know why, but he just told us to keep an eye on you.â
âAnd, so, youâve decided to follow me around?â
âMingyu was the one who suggested itâŚâ
âYou both would make terrible secret agentsâŚâ Seungcheol mumbled as he came up behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he sent glares to the two younger males. âCheol, Iâm a big girl now â I can handle myself!â
âI know, I know,â he admits, âAnd, Iâm sorry, pup-â
âPup? You call her âpupâ?â Your ears burned red at Mingyuâs question, forgetting that not everyone grew up with you and Seungcheol or knowing the reason that he calls you that.
âItâs a nickname I gave her while we were growing up,â Seungcheol answers, âAnd, it stuck with her since.â
âShe grew up with you? Oh, you poor thing,â Mingyu faked cries as he pulls you into an embrace, âHe mustâve picked on you non-stop.â
âActually, he didnât pick on me.â The taller male pulls away, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion at your answer. âHe stood for me and may or may not have threatened the people that did pick on me.â He looks at Seungcheol with a look of betrayal, âThatâs not fair! Why does she get special treatment while you keep picking on me!?â
Seungcheol pries Mingyu away from you, his arm returning to its position on your waist as he answers, âBecause youâre Mingyu, and sheâs⌠sheâs ___.â
âWell⌠this is⌠awkwardâŚâ you thought to yourself as you sat in front of Wonwoo, one of the other boys you had briefly met that night. Seungcheol suggested you meet the three of them altogether, mainly Mingyu and Wonwoo since you were already best friends with Vernon, to somewhat break the ice.
âChoi Seungcheol, you ass, this is anything but breaking the ice! If anything, this is increasing the freezing point of the ice!â
Unfortunately, Seungcheolâs plan of grabbing lunch together is now facing a setback. You had no classes that day, Wonwoo finished his, but Seungcheol, Mingyu and Vernon were being held back for their classes.
âSeungcheol, Iâve only met him once!â you whisper-shouted into your phone, âAnd, neither of us exchanged a single conversation since!â
âI know, I know,â Seungcheol answers, wracking his head to come up with solutions, âBut, this lecturer is talking so slow that I have no choice!â
âWhat about Vernon and Mingyu?â
A sigh was heard, âApparently, the model was being fussy about how she should be posing for their portrait. The lecturer needed her to be partially clothed, but since Mingyu was in the class⌠You can fill in the blanksâŚâ
You let out a sigh, looking into the windows of the cafe as Wonwoo sits at a booth near the pick-up counter, âHow much longer until you all are able to get here?â
âProbably an hour⌠And another 20 minutes to get there. Hey, you and Wonwoo both like drinking coffee and are introverts! Maybe you both can try talking to break the ice.â
Oh, boy, did Seungcheol underestimate the introversion you and Wonwoo possess. You had initially tried to have small talk with him, only to chicken out when he looked at you with that piercing gaze through his glasses. Itâs been half an hour since you sat down at the booth with him, your strawberry milkshake sitting on a coaster as he goes to order possibly his third cup of cappuccino.
When he returns with his drink, you canât help but ask, âIsnât that⌠too much caffeineâŚ?â
Wonwoo seemed a bit taken back when you finally opened your mouth to talk, but he recovers quickly and shrugs, âHonestly, after drinking caffeine for years, you kind of grow immune to it. You shouldâve seen Mingyuâs reaction when he found me sleeping after downing 5 cans of Monster.â
âFive!?â
âYes, five.â
âAnd, you were still able to sleep?â
âLike a baby.â
Wonwoo was surprisingly easy to talk to â you just needed to get over your social anxiety and the very intimidating resting bitch face he has. Youâve come to learn that the man in front of you was GAM3BO1WOO, a famous game streamer on SVTwitch. Youâve seen a few of his stream clips on your feed, but you werenât exactly a fan of his since his taste in games and yours were vastly different.
âDo you play every new game release?â you asked, scrolling through his MAESTRO account and skimming through his posts.
âIt depends, actually. If a new game really catches my eye, then Iâll download it. Other than that, either the companies sponsored me to stream their games, my followers keep requesting that I play the game they think would suit me or want to see me play. Sometimes, Mingyu and Cheol would gift me co-op games since a lot of them have the mechanic of if one player already owns the game, the second player plays for free.â
âHave you ever hopped on trends?â
âIt drives traffic and increases my followers, canât really complain.â
Youâre not sure how long youâve been conversing with Wonwoo. But, it was definitely long enough for neither of you to notice the three men standing right outside the window, watching you two fondly and surprised. âTheyâre⌠talkingâŚâ Mingyu says in awe, a chuckle from Seungcheol following afterwards, âNice to know two of our introverts are getting along just fine.â
You noticed them from the corner of your eyes, turning to the window, Wonwoo following to look at them. You smiled, giving them a small wave which they returned while the latter gave a small nod of his head.
âSorry for keeping the two of you waiting,â Seungcheol apologised the second he got to the booth, taking a seat next to you. Mingyu and Vernon took their seats next to Wonwoo after placing their orders at the counter. âArenât you going to get anything?â you asked the older male, looking up at him as you took a sip from your milkshake.
âIâm assuming youâre waiting for me so you can order some kind of snack which we either share or I finish the remaining you canât.â When you donât answer and avert his gaze, Seungcheol knows he caught you red-handed. He chuckles as he gets out of the booth and towards the counter, which unfortunately for you, leads to an interrogation by the other three boys â technically, it was mainly Mingyu with the occasional questioning from Vernon. Wonwoo just sits quietly, listening in as his eyes would dart between you, your two âinterrogatorsâ and Seungcheol who was still lining up.
The two men asked you the questions youâd expect.
âHow old were you when you met Seungcheol hyung?â
âI think⌠I think I was 5? He should be about 7 or 8?â
âWhat did he look like back then? Did he look like a nerd?â
âWell, he had the signature bowl kid every boy got when they were kids or teens.â
âWas he scary?â
âKind of? Not a lot of people messed with me because of how protective he was over me.â
âMess with little red riding hood, the big bad wolf will come and get you.â
All attention was on Seungcheol as he placed a plate of strawberry cake and a plate of a dozen brownies on the table, returning to his seat right next to you. Noticing the stunned expressions from his peers, he shrugs, âThat was what theyâd always say to anyone trying to approach her with ill intentions. Itâs basically their way of saying âif you donât want trouble, donât go looking for troubleâ.â
An easier way to put it was â if you donât want to deal with an angry Seungcheol, donât bother his girl. Your heart still flutters at how some people referred to you as âhis girlâ, but you knew that actually being his girl was nothing more than a dream to you. âBy the way hyung, whenâs your next fight? Maybe ___ could come and help out, yâknow?â Vernon asks, reaching out to grab a brownie only for his hand to be lightly slapped by Seungcheol. âOw! What was that for!?â
âIf you want them, go get them yourselves,â the older male answers, pushing the plate of brownies towards you. âThese are for ___. If you want one, go get one yourself.â Your face heats up at the gesture, and heats up further when the three males turn to you. âWhy does she get special treatment?â Mingyu whines, âAnd how can she possibly finish that entire plate?â
Seungcheol pats your head as he answers, âBecause sheâs ___. And, yes, she can. If she canât, Iâll finish it.â
âCan we have a piece if youâre the one finishing it up?â
âNo, get your own.â
âAh, hyung!â
Youâve managed to bond with Wonwoo and Mingyu, becoming close with them in a matter of days and now, youâve got four âbodyguardsâ walking around with you (Mingyu refers to them as that, the others and you just play along). The downside that comes with the friendship would be a flock of envious fangirls (and occasionally fanboys) who had begun to buzz around you like moths attracted to light.
âHow did you become friends with Wonwoo? Could you ask him to shout me out on his streams or MAESTRO account?â
âIs Mingyu single? Could you introduce me to him?â
âWould you like to be friends? Iâd love to be friends with the boys!â
Both boys could see you were tired of the clout chasers, especially Wonwoo since he knows you value your personal space. Both men had taken the issue to their social media, expressing how theyâd appreciate it if their âfansâ stopped bugging their friends and loved ones in an attempt to get close with them. You remembered when both of them addressed the issue on Wonwooâs stream, the sternness in both their voices still sent shivers down your spine.
âWe understand that you may think you know us as we both are content creators and certain information has been released about us online. While we may not be able to put an end to the parasocial relationship that you have built with us, we do not know you and you do not know us. Do not harass our friends and loved ones, and if your unhealthy obsession of us persists, please seek help.â
That was enough for a majority of the fanboys/fangirls to back off. Some still linger, but they were no longer up close and in your face bombarding you with questions or requests.
Currently, Wonwoo, Mingyu and Vernon sat in a discussion room within the library as they waited for Seungcheol and you. It was a small meet-up, but it could also be treated as a short co-working/co-studying meet-up. Your class was ending later than usual and Seungcheol offered to wait for you so both of you could walk to the library.
Beauty and the Beasts
mingoo: @princess how much longer is the lecture gonna take?
princess: erm⌠another 15 mins?
princess: âŚ
princess: who set my nickname as princess in the gc?
All four boys replied altogether and you playfully rolled your eyes.
mingoo: coups hyung
vernonnie: cheol hyung
nonu: seungcheol
cheol: i did
cheol: i got you your coffee order btw
mingoo: what about us?
cheol: you lot already got your orders before you headed to the library
mingoo: iâm assuming you got her snacks too
cheol: yes
cheol: and theyâre only for ___
cheol: so donât try to steal them
Mingyu lets out a groan as he lays his upper body on the table. âItâs not fair,â he whines, âWhy does Seungcheol hyung give ___ special treatment? Is it because sheâs a girl?â Vernon shrugs, âMaybe? But, heâs treated his exes the same way, too.â
âYeah, I know that, Vernon. But, isnât there something different?â
Mingyu sits up as he looks at Vernon, his words seeming to be hinting at something as the younger male sits in silence. âItâs like heâs more attentive, more caring. Like, he was caring before to the other girls, but thereâs this extra layer to it, y��know?â
âHe means thereâs more than meets the eye,â Wonwoo says, âI think what Mingyuâs trying to say is that Seungcheol is whipped for ___.â
âYes!â Mingyu exclaims, pointing at Wonwoo with a puppy-like grin on his face, âBut, also no? I donât know! They grew up together so maybe itâs like a habit he has or a sense of responsibility he feels?â
âBut, who would want to call their childhood best friend who is now an adult âpupâ?â Vernon questions, and Wonwoo tips his pencil in the younger maleâs direction, âPrecisely. Everyone would grow out of it, much less a nickname like that. Hell, would you call any of your friends that kind of name as an adult?â
Mingyu hums in understanding. All three of them knew just how shameless Seungcheol could be sometimes. Vernon bites back a gag when he recalls accidentally witnessing Seungcheol and his then girlfriend making out in his car, in the campusâ parking lot - in broad daylight. He pitied his therapist who had to listen to him ramble on and on about suspecting the older male having an exhibitionist kink.
âSo, you really think heâs whipped for her?â
âSeungcheol barely remembers your favourite cake, but he remembers ___âs coffee order.â
âHe probably has it written down somewhere?â
âI beg to differ,â Vernon speaks up.
He joined Seungcheol to get coffee a few weeks ago. While Seungcheol was ordering his, you had texted Vernon saying your Business Module class had completely drained you and you were in need of a quick pick me up. All he did was say, â___ wants us to help get her coffee,â and Seungcheol began reciting your order to the barista without a second thought.
âHe knew it like the back of his hand! Not a single thing was missed out!â
As Mingyu and Vernon continue to discuss Seungcheol's love life, Wonwoo glances down at his phone as it vibrates, a notification from you. Opening up the text app on his laptop, he types out his reply.
___: hey woo?
___: is it ok if i call you that-
wonwoo: yes?
wonwoo: n yes, perfectly fine
___: ok
___: um, so the class im in rn, weâre almost done btw!
___: they need me to write some kind of paper abt how psychology n business work
___: n since youâre a psych major
wonwoo: you need my help, yes?
___: bingo
___: is it possible for you to help me?
wonwoo: sure thing
wonwoo: why donât you go over the details with me once youâre out of class?
wonwoo: weâve booked the discussion room for the entire day
___: donât the others have class?
Wonwoo can feel Mingyu and Vernon standing behind him as they âobserveâ his conversation with you. âOooh, youâre texting his girl~â Mingyu teases, earning a glare from the older male that shuts him up immediately. âShe needs help with her coursework and I have relevant information that can help her,â he replies as he resumes to type out his reply.
wonwoo: seungcheol only has one class today iirc
wonwoo: gyu and vernon have some kind of workshop in an hour
___: oh, cool!
___: then i can also get cheollieâs opinion
âDo you think they have a thing for each other?â Vernon asks, seemingly picking up on certain signs just from the text Wonwoo had just exchanged with you.
âWho? Seungcheol hyung and ___?â Mingyu asks back and he nods. The taller male thinks for a while, recalling the times that heâs seen any form of interaction or exchanged conversation the pair have shared. âMaybe? But, there werenât any obvious signs that explicitly showed that Seungcheol or ___ like the other.â
âWell, there is a saying that love is in plain sight. Or that whole âyou were hiding in plain sightâ trend that was going around CIRCLES a few months ago.â
âShould we play cupid?â
âI think itâd be best if we donât interfere with their love life.â
Wonwoo had a point. While their curiosity was gnawing away, the last thing theyâd wanna do is accidentally driving a wedge between you and Seungcheol. It would be worse if they were reading the room wrong and neither of you were harbouring any feelings for the other. âBut, that doesnât mean we canât find some clues to answer our hypothesis.â
Mingyu and Vernon looked at the older male who was still typing on his laptop. âAre we conducting experiments on them now?â
âI wouldnât put it that way. Iâd say itâs more of observing their interactions with each other.â
âWeâll leave the psychology part to the psych major.â
âIf this ends up being your thesis paper, Woo, weâd better be given credits.â
Later that nightâŚ
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thank you mommy- a.f.
@iminlovewithpaigebueckers and i writing duos to push the mommy azzi agenda
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âprincess, youâve actually been working on whatever the fuck this is for houurrssâ azzi whines from my bed. sheâs referring to the studying iâve been doing, which she is absolutely pissed about.Â
âsorry baby, you can go to bed if you want?â iâm gonna be up for quite a while still, and thereâs no point keeping her awake too.
âno,â she crosses her arms and pouts, âi donâwanna go to sleep without you princessâÂ
i roll my eyes and turn back to my computer. i really canât afford to lose time, even if itâs with azzi. iâm so engrossed in the material iâm reading i donât notice azzis gotten up and moved under my desk until i feel her warm hands separate my thighs.Â
âmm, az, whatcha doin?â i whimper out. iâm only wearing a t-shirt, her t-shirt.
âshh, ignore me pretty. since all you wanna do is study, go aheadâ
i try to turn back to my material, but my mind is anywhere but biology when i feel azzis tongue on my clit through my panties. the words blur in front of me as her fingers come up and pull my panties off. her tongue immediately sweeps between my folds, making me wriggle.
âah, azzi, i canât focus when youâre uh- doing thatâ
she doesnât answer besides letting out a guttural groan that vibrates my core. i cry out, feeling something in my stomach give out. as im about to question her, beg, do something, i feel two of her long fingers stretch me open. i move my hand down to grab the back of her head, and she grabs it and puts it back onto the desk. i grumble in protest.
âa second ago you were gonna make me sleep on my own because you were studying. did that change because i made you cum? is that what iâm good forâ as she spits those words out, her fingers hit a spot and im coming again. she stuffs her fingers into my mouth, and i lick them clean eagerly.
âokay, slut, listen. youâve ignored me all fucking day to study, and now that i get so desperate for you i have to take matters into my own hands, then you decide you want me? do you want to go back to your work, or do you wanna make mommy proud?â
i try to stand up, but azzi presses her hands firmly against my thighs to prevent me.Â
âi want you to tell me which one you want, alright?â
i shift in my chair, trying to hide how turned on i am. she takes her fingers out of my mouth, letting me speak freely.
âi wanna make you proud mommy, please.â
she grins, taking her hands away from me and dropping her pants, showing that sheâs wearing nothing under them.Â
âokay pretty, i want you sitting naked on the bed in thirty seconds, or youâll be making love to those papers for the next week.â
she disappears into my closet, giving me limited time to rip off my shirt and lean against the pillows on my bed. azzi comes out, having discarded her top and slipped on something i know well, her strap.
âwell, donât you look pretty, mommyâs little slut all ready for me.â she sits on the edge of the bed and pulls me towards her, lifting me onto her lap, right on the strap.
âso good for me, warming my cock and looking so fuckable for me princessâ i whine at her words, leaning my face into her shoulder and taking mouthful, while rotating my hips over her. she moves her hands from where they were sitting, on my waist, to cup my tits. she keeps her hand around one, and brings the other to her lips. just as she closes them around it, she jumps her hips up. i cry out, feeling a knot form in my stomach. she releases my nipple and pushes me down onto her, causing moans to fall from my lips. i come for the third thing tonight and fall against azzi, exhausted.
âgood fucking girl, riding my cock like itâs fucking yoursâÂ
i grunt against her, pressing my face into her neck as a sign that id like to go to sleep. she pulls me off of her lap, causing me to groan at the emptiness inside of me. she slips off her strap, walking it to the bathroom for us to clean in the morning.Â
âokay princess, one more thingâ
i groan, not sure i can take anything more,when she slowly slots our legs together as she pushes me down. I can feel our wetness pressing against each other as her hips grind her onto me. the pleasure that washes through my body is euphoric and entirely overstimulating. i can barely keep my eyes open as they grow heavy with the need for sleep and the overstimulation combating the need for her to never, ever stop. Her hands hold me down at the waist as she rides my clit with no mercy. my body quickly begins to spasm as i reach another orgasm. âbaby i need you to wait for meâ she whines at the pressure of our grinding clits brings her closed. Tears brim in my eyes as I hold on desperately. It takes her a few more moments to reach her finish. âBe a good girl and cum for mommy like the perfect little slut you are.â As those words leave her lips, i falll apart. While my body shakes and my breathing finally starts to slow down, i feel hers start to do that same.
the bed was made earlier, so she moves us right under the blankets. azzi tucks her arms around me and puts her face against my stomach. the feel of her hot breath on me starts to lull me to sleep, along with a dull aching between my legs.
âthank you mommy,â i whisper, running a hand through azzis hair.
âyouâre so welcome, my princess.
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Welcome to the CATS club [Ft. kep1er Chaehyun]
Tags: Fluff, Cuddles, Comfort-ish?, Sweet talk, No beta we die like Chaehyun's Scalp
Author's note: worked on this for a while but i am proud to finally release this, make sure to tune in later for an announcement regarding my activities on the app
And have fun reading this cute fluff
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âAre you sure this is the right place?â
You say to your best friend through the phone, you are confused after he calls you at 8 AM claiming he has found a way to cure your loneliness, which all he did was send you a random address to a place called âCATSâ without much explanation
You were reluctant to agree but after thinking out loud, you realize that there isnt much to lose, worst case scenario you wasted an hour or so trying something new.
âIm sure bro, i had a friend of my cousin go here, 2 hours later and he never felt more relaxedâ he speaks with confidence and without a choice you sigh in defeat
âOk, whateverâ you say, saying a quick goodbye before ending the call, you look at the place: quite the average look for a morning club, you can see from the outside people having casual talks, some laughing and overall having a good time,
As you get inside the place you hear a ding from the doorbell above you, soon after hearing a feminine voice saying âHey, come hereâ.
Locating the origin of the voice it comes from the counter at the other side of the lobby, a girl around her early twenties, close to your age waves at you, signaling you to walk toward her
âWelcome, it's always a treat to see a new face coming here, what's your nameâ she asks, her voice is quite soft yet energetic.
âOh, i'm Lee Jihoon, nice to meet you msâŚâ you say, reaching your hand for a handshake, she simply laughs and shakes your hand back
âChaehyun, Kim Chaehyunâ she exclaims, smiling lightly at you before she continues to talk âNow then: how did you find out about our club?â She asks
âOh, a good friend of mine recommended me this placeâ you answer âi must say though: for a club that calls itself âCATSâ, there isnt a lot of cats going around here, are they like sleeping or somethingâ you say, trying to see if you miss any however as you look back at Chaehyun she looks quite puzzled
âWhy would there be any animals here?â
âThis is a cat cafe, no?â
Your question make her surprised for a second but soon after she begins to giggle, you are not sure if you said something dumb.
âI guess your friend didn't tell you when he recommended this place didn't heâ she asks, you are not sure what to respond but she continues, âCATS is an acronym for âClub against touch starvationââ she explains but you are still confused.
âClub Against touch starvation?â
âBasically: this place is a cuddle clubâ she says cheerfully as everything makes more sense now, looking around again you notice how people are holding hands, laying their head on someone's, some even hugging each other as you could feel yourself getting more and more uncomfortable
âOhâŚi didnt turn turn you off from the idea, didnt i?â She asks, tilting her head as she looks worried, it may be part of her job to ask however her eyes genuinely looked like it was real.
âNo no, its not thatâŚits justâ
âNot what you were expecting?â She asks as you nodded, âWell makes sense, our club name is easily confused, and i guess your friend didnt knowâ she added, you sighed as this logic did seem sound considering your best friend didn't really explain to you about the club itself, as you were starting to turn away and walk out of the club, Chaehyun quickly moved in front of you.
âi have an ideaâ She exclaimed, âI will have today for you completely on the house, i will show you around, you just try to soak in the vibe of the place and after this you will make your decision about this club? I have a feeling you will really like it hereâ she explains
You couldn't lie to yourself that even though this idea seemed completely off from what you expected when you got in here, you were curious about this place now, more than before, so as you look around, you slowly nod as Chaehyun eyes shine at your response
âGreat!!, follow me will you?â she said as you happily joined her, throughout the tour she showed you all of the places you need to know, from the lobby to the cafe itself, the place is full of sofas where people are all cuddled up with each other (âjust know that if you are not comfortable with cuddling you can always sit on the barstoolsâ she says, she knows you are still nervous).
âHey, you're there? You look like zoned out for a sec thereâ Chaehyunâs voice gets you out of your inner monologue.
âyeah yeah i am here, is the tour over?â You ask
âAlmost, the only thing left is the quiet roomsâ she says, pointing toward them. âThose rooms are mostly used for people that feel uncomfortable cuddling in public, or just some people who wants to napâ she adds
âThis is actually is my favourite part of the club, as i go there to nap during my breaksâ she jokingly says, letting herself release a quick laugh as from her pocket she takes out a key and opens one of the doors, âLets go in?â
You both head inside, the room itself isn't that big, just enough for a double mattress and 2 couches, âWow⌠i got to say, this place is quite impressiveâ you say, now sitting on the couch as Chaehyun finds her spot on the mattress.
âI know, right? I am actually one of the Co founders of the placeâ she says, catching you off guard
âYou are joking right?â
âDead serious, my best friend is the owner of the club, and i am the first one who joined her businessâ she explains, her position now switches from her sitting on the bed to now lying front down, looking at you with a peaceful yet still sweet smile
A bit nervous, you ask, âwhy are looking me like thatâ
âSorry sorry its just likeâŚwhat are you doing here?â She responds with a question
âExcuse me?â
âI mean, people come here because feel depressed, lonely or justâŚneed someone to hug her, but from the 30 or so minutes that i know, you seem like someone who doesn't really need this placeâ she explains, you can see from her face she is trying to navigate that question without offending you.
âWell, my friend is the one who suggested me this place, you can always ask himâ you respond, jokingly
âWell, he must've suggested this place for a reason, no? So something must go on in your lifeâ
You stay quiet for a moment as the moment became more serious even Chaehyun's face changed from cheerful yo to worried, not sure what to say but soon you continue talking
âI meanâŚit has been a while since that happened but i did break up with my ex 4 months agoâ you explain, just remembering this makes your heart ache again.
âI seeâŚmakes sense why your friend told you to come hereâ Chaehyun says
âI dont know, i doubt that i am feeling sad just because of thatâ you respond however she simply sighed before she continues to talk
âWell you see, while breakup itself may have not been affecting you, it is something important when it comes to touch deprivation, have you two used to cuddle a lot?â She asks as you respond with a simple nod, âso your body does miss the physical touch you had" she adds
âHmmâŚthat makes sense, and its not like i hug othersâ you add, thinking about her explanation
âYou see, for a lot of people, the idea of being hugged or even being touched by someone that isnt your partner is inappropriate or even weirdâŚbut not hereâ she explains, now patting the side of her signaling you to sit as hesitantly you get up from the couch and move to the mattress near her, getting up and now sitting near you
âIn this club we believe that physical touch is the best way to heal from the life experience, if its a breakup with your special one or a loss of a family memberâ Chaehyun adds, you now notice that while she was talking, her hand inched slowly toward you before stopping near your hand while her eyes directly staring at yours, as if telepathically she asks âCan i?â
Your heartbeat starts to race while your cheeks reveal a shade of pink, but you manage to take a deep breath and nod in agreement, Chaehyun smiles lightly at your response.
âAnd if you feel uncomfortable just say and I'll stop, okay?â
âGot itâ you answer, her hand now intertwining with yours, âI am just starting with this ok?â she says, now her thumb rubbing on the skin of your palm.
âYou can also rub mine if you wantâ you oblige as your thumb joins her, âjust like that heheâŚyeahâ she giggles, try to make some form of eye contact with you but your too nervous so the best you can do is look down.
âThis first step is good for people who have been touch deprived for a whileâ she adds
âYou reallyâŚknow your way about this stuff don't you?â You ask, it isn't too weird, right? You are already feeling awkward by the situation, so this would turn it up to 11.
âYeah hahaâ she chuckles, now its her turn to blush, âthis is actually my specialty In this place, so knowing about all of this stuff is kind of my jobâ
âWhat do you mean?â You ask
âWell, for a lot of people, this type of club is embarrassing for the first time, so I am there to ease people into the concept,â Chaehyun explains, now her thumb doing little drawings on the back of your hand instead of just rubbing it.
âOhâŚthat's coolâ you sheepishly hum, looking away, your hand holding mate noticed you as she giggles lightly.
âYou are doing very well Jihoon, i am surprised you already getting comfortable as someone who just came here 30 minutes agoâ Chaehyun says, her left hand now grabbing your left hand, mirroring the right hand in rubbing your skin as you could feel the heat of your cheeks rising higher and higher.
âWould you like to go to the next step?â She asks
âThere is a next step?â
âOnly if you are comfortable, it's nothing drasticâ she reminds, nod in response as her smiles grow larger, as her palms leave your own, now travelling across your arms, wrists to shoulder
You are a blushing mess right now, her touch too soft for you to handle thinking straight, you could swear your heart rate is on 200. âit feels goodâŚâ but you dont mind, if everything you wont mind if it could last forever.
âI'm happy, you can do the same to meâ you oblige and follow her movements, time might as well pass like a snail, the moment is serene, pure even. The only indicator that you know time did not stop is that you could feel both of you falling into the mattress, both lying facing each other as your hands still moved around the arms.
Eventually you become bolder as you ask âCanâŚi hug you?â, Chaehyun face is surprised but quickly returns to her default smile.
âOf course, let me scoot closer, ok?â Chaehyun says, now inching closer toward you, practically you are at a nose length of each other as she now lets her arms wrap around you.
You could almost instantly feel how the stress that built up in your body starts to disappear as by instinct your head finds its rest on her shoulder.
âYouâre so exhausted baby, you really need this don't you?â was that a pet name? Eh you are too tired to think, it's probably part of her job and honestly, who cares? so instead just let your arms go behind her back and let yourself melt into the embrace
âMmmâ you lightly nod, you don't even have the energy to talk from how soft you feel right now, Chaehyunâs right hand gently rake your hair while her other hand slowly scratches your back
You slowly raise your head, slowly looking at Chaehyun, her eyes mirorr her mouth in her bright smile while your timid eyes looking directly into hers, a small giggle comes as she asks, âi think you want to stay like this for a little more, don't you?â.
Even though your brain might as well be mush from how soft her entire body is, wrapped around yours and letting you feel her warmth surrounding you, you have enough energy to mumble words of agreement as her hands pull your head back into her neck
âGood, just let yourself enjoy itâ
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âSo?â
âSo what?â
âFor the first time, what do you think?â Chaehyun asks, both of you out of the silence room, looking at your watch you see that only 2 hours has passed since you got inside there however it might as well be the entire day by how relaxed you feel.
âIt's good, honestly it felt really good, i get what you meant when you said i would like it here,â you answer, still surprised that you actually were just cuddling someone for that long of a time.
âReally? I'm glad that you had fun,â she exclaims, her eyes shining brightly, eventually the both of you are back at the same counter where you met the girl in front of you. âSo I will see you next week?â
âNext week?â You ask, a bit confused
âOf course, sessions like those are perks of new club members, and you did say you will join the club in the quietâ
âYeahâŚi guess i didâ you say awkwardly, scratching the back of your neck while the both of you share a laugh
âSo what do you say? Are you joining the club officially?â She asks now, as you remember how up until now you never felt more happy than now, you have your answer in mind.
âYeah, why not, it will probably be funâ you say as Chaehyun's face brightens up from excitement.
âGreat, i am so happy you decided to joinâ she says, giving you a high five and a small hug, âI will see you next week thenâ she adds as you wave goodbye, walking out of the club, but not before looking back, seeing the smiling girl returning the waving, the rather chill and relaxed atmosphere as you think to yourself.
âI think I am gonna enjoy it hereâ
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Posted on June 27th 2024
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moments with the sbg characters that made one of you wonder â is there more between you two?
⥠✠featuring: the main 6 from school bus graveyard
notice board: gn!reader as always, logan is ooc, so is aiden lowk, this is not my best work (đ), not proof read, mentions of food in logan taylor n tyler's part, the occasional swear word
⥠✠word count: im just a girl
ŕ¨ŕ§ ASHLYN BANNER
you two were killing time before ashlyn's ballet lesson, although her mom was nowhere to be found. "shit, I need to do my hair" ashlyn muttered, returning to her room where you were scrolling through instagram. peeking behind the pillow you were rested against, a light bulb formed.
"I'll just do your hair, what could go wrong?" to be fair, you've had a fair amount of experience doing hair, and considering how long ashlyn's was, it'd either be a dream or nightmare to style. for your sake, let's say it was the former.
so that's how ashlyn landed sitting in front of you, sat between your legs as you attempted to replicate the hairstyle you'd seen ashlyns mom do so many times before. "thanks for doing this" she spoke up, her limbs felt frozen. she's very in tune with her emotions, but this one she couldn't figure out. why was she so nervous around you suddenly? it's not like this is anything new or out of her comfort zone. it's her hair, it's constantly being done by other people.
"it's no problem, you know im always there for you, right?" you stated, not thinking much of it, but ashlyns brain was put in overdrive. she tried rationalizing it, you were attractive. normal people are usually nervous and flustered around attractive people. yeah. that's exactly it. by the time you finished doing her hair, ashlyn had two explanations for what she was feeling. either she was just flustered by your kindness or she was flustered by you.
the last smile you sent her way answered which one it was as she entered ballet class with one question in mind, how?
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ŕ¨ŕ§ AIDEN CLARK
"let's go to the fair" replayed in your mind as aiden clark dragged you to the brightly colored festivities. he had asked you at 6pm, when you had already decided to eat dinner and play games on your phone for the rest of the day. you trudged along, squeezing your eyes shut to adjust to the harsh lights.
your sordid mindset about the fair quickly changed in the face of the countless plushies and games to be won. sure, they were rigged, but who cares? you were getting ready to play your 4th game of the night when you felt a tug on your sleeve.
"let's go on that ride" aiden's eyes sparkled and had a shine brighter than any of the nauseating fair lights as he pointed to the biggest ride in the damn park. honestly, you should've known this was going to happen... it was only a matter of time
"aiden, no-" you paused, wondering how the hell you were going to talk aiden out of a premature death by rollercoaster. oddly enough, you didn't have to. aiden dropped your sleeve as he returned to helping you with whatever game you wanted to play, a smile dawning his face like always.
this cycle continued for the rest of the night, aiden trying to drag you to the insanely large rides, you declining in favor of something tamer or, even better, something that wasn't a ride at all. by the end of it you had managed to evade every death defying ride available. "well that was fun!" aiden said, looking up at the sky as the two of you headed home. your reply was laced with confusion, "even if you didn't get to ride those things from hell?" masked as a joke, it didn't take a genius to know that it was odd for aiden to listen to others so easily.
"who cares about some ride?" he said, kicking a rock that had come across his path, "I didn't go to the fair for the rides, I went there to hang out with you" the gesture was sudden, and you avoided looking at him due to the sudden nature.
"what the hell is wrong with you..." aiden only grinned further at your meager attempt at an insult "I'm great, what do you mean?"
ŕ¨ŕ§ BEN CLARK
ben had recently broken his earbuds. it wasn't news to him, they were old but even with the damage it was still usable. soon enough, the daily annoyances that came with using anything broken got to him. today especially, as his earbuds were officially rendered useless and his mood turned sour.
as luck would have it, today was a free work day in class (aka do whatever the hell you want). while his other classmates chatted away, he was taking a nap. at least, he was. a post-it note hit his desk, and he quickly recognized your handwriting. 'you look like you've been in an off mood lately, so I got you a gift!' he failed to register just what the hell you meant until a brand new set of earbuds appeared in front of him.
looking up, he found you beaming down at him. he pulled out a pen, his mind running as he attempted to analyze what this could mean. you took a seat in the desk next to his and watched intently as ben unwrapped and got a feel for the new earbuds. they were nice quality, similar to his old ones but worlds better. it had been a well thought out, attentive, and all in all considerate gift. the more he registered what was happening the quicker his heart paced. he scribbled on the same post-it you had handed to him.
'thanks, i appreciate it'
ŕ¨ŕ§ TAYLOR HERNANDEZ
you were exhausted, working at your family business had driven you insane and constantly picking up calls to be met with bitter temperament surely wasn't helping. you had just finished up a rather mundane task, and were ready to enjoy the few minutes of rest as you pulled out a book. unfortunately, the business phone rang. you groaned, dealing with people who couldn't even hear you properly through the ancient box that was the business phone was not your thing. you let the phone ring for a bit before answering, quickly going through the "how may I help you" line you've repeated countless times today.
"it's taylor hernandez, is Y/N working today?" the bright voice chirped, and you bit back a smile "this is Y/N, what do you need tay?" you leaned back in your chair.
"oh that's great! take a look outside" taylor abruptly hung up, leaving you confused as you glanced through the windows. there, in all her glory, was taylor holding a bag of your favorite food place. you knew she was working at her mechanics shop that day, so why would she go out of her way to spend her lunch break (and money) on you? the questions were left unanswered as taylor walked in, beaming and graciously handing you the bag.
a quick glance and you recognized it, your exact order from this place. you never recalled telling taylor what your regular order was, but you didn't have the opportunity to ask questions as she was gone as quickly as she came. your relatives and the regulars quickly swarmed you with questions. namely "is that your girlfriend?" obviously, you had denied all the allegations, but you couldn't ignore the part of your brain that wanted to tell them that you two were dating.
ŕ¨ŕ§ TYLER HERNANDEZ
you and tyler weren't close, but the two of you were tasked with a quick snack run since the seven of you had emptied the kitchen in aidens house. it was comfortable silence, and you briskly walked to the nearby convenience store, hands in your pockets to ensure you wouldn't lose the precious money given to you. all was going as expected, idle chat filling the physical space between you two until tyler slowed his pace.
he grabbed your arm, his hold gentle and his eyes directed away from you, as he moved behind and next to you. now, he was walking next to the bustling traffic and you were trailing behind, dazed and confused.
"what are you doing? hurry up before aiden starts texting me complaints" tyler called back, clearing his throat and covering a part of his face. if you looked closely enough, you could see a dark red hue resting on his ears.
"right, sorry" you mutter in apology before going on to talk about which candies to get. a part of your brain didn't move on from the event that had occurred though, and the fluttering feeling you felt only confirmed things further; you fucked around and found out (caught feelings).
ŕ¨ŕ§ LOGAN FIELDS
the two of you had decided to a bit of research on possible explanations and something logical behind the phantom realm you'd found yourself in. countless websites had been pulled up, and a quick trip to the library had proven fruitless, ending up with the two of you getting some food to raise your spirits.
as you nibbled away at your cookie, you scribbled nonsensically. "find something?" logan asked, joining you on his bedroom floor. "yeah, a really bad drawing of a phantom" you said, ripping the page out of your notepad and passing it to him. you sighed, ruffling your hair as your brain reached mental capacity.
mindlessly brushing off any possible cookie crumbs from your face, you redirected your attention to the only website that has given much of any information about your situation. it was bleak, but it was better than nothing. "you missed something" logan pointed out, and your eyes darted through the website, hoping for some new discovery. you were only met with his smile as he reached his hand up to brush away the crumbs you had missed in your haste.
"... oh" you said, swatting away his hand as he laughed, both of you having pink hues that were blissfully dismissed. after all, you two were just friends. but it was odd, how that moment had led to you both being clumsy in the midst of the groups midnight adventures, and how everyone had noticed how the air shifted between you two.
writers note: referenced red's Instagram stories for ashlyns bit and it helped a ton đ some of these have happened to me irl but I had to change things up a bit to keep it interesting đˇ hopefully it turned out good enough tho, I got carried away with aiden's bit. i dedicated my entire soul into this Tumblr algorithm do me a favor and my life is yours
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home is a person | OP81
oscar piastri x student!female reader / smau fic
fc: maude apatowÂ
pov: youâre a student studying abroad in australia and during this time there, you realize home isnât always a place but rather a person. in your case you find your home with mclaren's f1 driver, oscar piastri.Â
warnings: mention of alcohol (beer bong too), other than that just emotional fluff !!
i already have plans for a part two but please let me know your thoughts !!!
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You loved all your friends but you had only been back in Melbourne for not even 48 hours and they were already dragging you to a BBQ party when all you wanted was to be in your apartment curled up with your cat, Timmy while reading a book.Â
âI promise if within an hour you really arenât enjoying yourself, you are more than welcome to leave. Iâll even promise to order the uberâ your friend told you âDealâ you agreed. You enjoyed your parties but you also enjoyed some peace and quiet, right now you wanted the latter.Â
You arrived at the party and made your way to the backyard with your friend. You had brought a pack of coolers with you, being raised never to show up empty handed to someones house. âIâm gonna go put these with the rest of the alcohol, Im sure Iâll see you aroundâ you told the friend you had arrived with and then set off to find the alcohol table, mostly to put the coolers down but to also get yourself a drink, you needed one if you were planning on seeing this through.Â
You found the booze table and put the coolers down, then scanned what other alcohol they had. You opted for making a vodka, lemonade. Once you had a red solo cup in your cup, another friend of yours passed by and asked if you wanted to come play beer pong. You just shrugged and said âsureâ, you didnât mind a good game every once and awhile.Â
When the two of you got to the beer pong table, two boys stood at the one end. You had to admit they were both good looking, however the blonde one had caught your eye. âIs it us against you two or how are we doing this?â your friend asked, both boys shared a look âWe can split upâ the brunette boy suggested âIâll be your partnerâ he added referring to your friendÂ
âAre you okay with that?â your friend asked turning to you âFine by meâ you said as you walked to the other end of the table where the blonde boy stood âJust donât be mad when we beat youâ you added looking at your friend chuckling slightly âOh you're onâ she laughed.Â
âIâm Oscarâ the blonde boy introduced himself âIâm Y/Nâ you offered him a smile, he seemed familiar but you couldnât tell from where âAre you good at this?â you asked taking a sip of your drink while your friend and his friend introduced themselves to each other âEh Iâm decentâ he answered your question, laughing slightly âWe can win with decentâ you joked making him laugh again.Â
One game of beer pong later, you and Oscar had won against your friend and his friend âYes!â you exclaimed as the last ball went in, indicating you had won âGood jobâ Oscar told you holding his hand up for a high five which you gladly gave to him âWe make a good teamâ you said as a small blush appeared on his face âWe doâ Oscar agreed with you.Â
From that point on, the two of you spent the rest of the party together getting to know each other, playing a few more games of beer pong, dancing a bit, overall having a great time together.
When the night was coming to a close and you were walking to meet your friend to go home, Oscar was right by your side âIs there any way I could get your number?â he asked scratching the back of his neck âYeah but under one conditionâ you started âYou have to take me on a dateâ he blushed but chuckled âI can definitely do thatâ.Â
Once your numbers were exchanged and you shared a quick hug goodbye, you were in your uber with your friend âArenât you glad I made you comeâ she smirked looking at you, you just rolled your eyes. The both of you knowing she was right but there was no need to say it aloud.Â
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â° yourusername: iâll tell you after the dateÂ
â° yourbestfriend: DATE!!! FACETIME ME WHEN YOU GET HOME, I NEED ALL THE DETAILS !!
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â° yourusername: đ¤Śđťââď¸
oscarpiastri: cant tell whose cuter; the koala bear or the person who took the picture of the koala bearÂ
â° yourusername: i vote the koala bearÂ
â° oscarpiastri: i have to disagree ;)
â° yourusername: guess we can agree to disagree ;)Â
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yourusername: still never getting over how you casually said you were an f1 driverÂ
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landonorris: now i know why youâve been taking forever to answer my textsÂ
â° oscarpiastri: iâve had other things to do
piastrixnorris: WAIT DOES OSCAR HAVE A GF !?
f1fan_: OSCAR PIASTRI, ARE YOU A TAKEN MAN ??Â
wagupdates_: weâll solve the mystery. its our duty đ
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oscarpiastri: my happy placeÂ
â° yourusername: đĽ°đĽšđ
oscarpiastri: timmy my adopted sonÂ
â° yourusername: he loves you, maybe more than meÂ
â° oscarpiastri: that was my goal this whole time đ
friend1: iâm taking a nap on the freeway tonightÂ
â° friend2: im joining youÂ
yourbestfriend: he still needs the best friend stamp of approvalÂ
â° yourusername: weâll come to sydney before his break is over, i promiseÂ
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f1fan: AWEÂ
user4: THEYâRE DEF DATINGÂ
user81: SHES SO PRETTYÂ
piastripastry: OSCAR UR GF IS STUNNING FRÂ
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yourusername: thats so funny, my happy place is next to you, what are the chancesÂ
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â° yourusername: seems that way đ
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yourbestfriend: he gets the best friend stamp of approval nowÂ
â° yourusername: YAYÂ
oscarpiastri: girls named y/n make the best gfsÂ
â° yourusername: ur so cheesy, keep it goingÂ
â° oscarpiastri: for you, anythingÂ
friend1: does he have any single f1 friends ???Â
â° yourusername: let me get back to you on thatÂ
â° friend2: iâm wondering this too
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â° yourusername: oh my..youâre the worstÂ
â° yourbestfriend: you love me thoughÂ
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oscarpiastri: i wonder who took these photos of you đ¤
â° yourusername: some australian man who tagged along with usđ¤ˇđťââď¸
â° oscarpiastri: hmm..hes a good photographer
â° yourusername: hes alright..;)Â
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Things between you and Oscar had been going so smoothly. Obviously he had to get back to racing pretty soon which was why you were making the most with the time you had, not that either of you minded spending pretty much everyday together.Â
Right now you were sitting on your balcony, enjoying the morning breeze, while Oscar was still sleeping. He had spent the night because yesterday you had gone to Sydney for a boat day with your best friend and her boyfriend and by the time you got back, it was pretty late.
You didnât want Oscar driving back to his place so you offered for him to stay which he gladly accepted and you were able to fall asleep cuddled up together.Â
Your cat was curled up in your lap while you read a book. You were so engaged with your book, you didnât notice Oscar walking out of your room and coming into the kitchen, seeing you on the balcony. He didnât want to startle you so he walked over to the door, tapping on the side to get your attention before speakingÂ
âMorningâ he smiled at you âMorning, did you sleep well?â you asked as you put your bookmark in your book and shut it. He nodded while a yawn escaped his lips âDo you want a coffee? or I can make us breakfastâ you suggested as you picked your cat up and got up walking to the door.Â
Oscar moved to the side to let you in and shut the door behind you âWhy donât we go out for breakfastâ he offered âThis way you can just restâ he explained as he walked over to where you stood by your kitchen counter, where you had put your book down, gently putting a hand on your lower back. âSure, I like that ideaâ you told him as you smiled looking up at him âI just need a few minutes to get ready and we can go, I actually know the perfect placeâ âSounds good, also I was wondering if you had a spare toothbrushâ he asked laughing slightly.
You laughed with him and nodded your head âFollow meâ you instructed and brought Oscar to your bathroom to show him where you kept spare toiletries incase anyone ever needed anything while they were here.Â
âThanksâ he told you once he had a toothbrush in his hand âAnytime, when youâre done just make yourself at home and Iâll be ready soonâ you told him.
As you turned to walk away to get ready, Oscar grabbed your wrist causing you to stay in place, he leant down giving you a quick peck on the lips âSorry Ive just been wanting to do that since I woke upâ he told you blushing.Â
You had a small blush on your own cheeks, he truly was the cutest person you knew âNo need to apologize, you're welcome to do that whenever you wantâ you told him causing him to blush even more but then he broke into a boyish grin and stepped closer, putting his hands on your cheeks and kissing you properly.
It didnât matter to either of you if you both had morning breath, all you cared about was each other and getting to do this as much as you could before Oscar left to get back into the world of F1.Â
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â° yourusername: brb blushingÂ
â° landonorris: who knew oscar had riz
â° oscarpiastri: who let you hereÂ
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â° yourusername: dont remind me that youre leaving soonÂ
â° yourusername: i need these next couple days not to fly by..
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It was the day you and Oscar were most dreading, the day he had to leave Melbourne to get back to work. You had told him you would drive him to the airport, wanting to spend every minute you could with him before he left.Â
You made casual conversation on the drive over, not wanting to think about the fact youâd be doing long distance, not sure when youâd get to see each other next. You were going into your final year of your degree and would be in classes which meant you probably wouldnât be able to attend the races.Â
Unfortunately you arrived at the airport faster than you hoped you would. You parked in the parking lot and got out of the vehicle once you turned the car off. You went to help Oscar with his bags âI got itâ he told you, putting his backup on and then grabbing his suitcase handle with his one hand âJust hold my handâ he told you smiling and reaching to intertwine your fingers.Â
The two of you walked hand in hand towards the entrance. Because Oscar had some fame to his name, you were able to stay with him until he had to start boarding and then security would safely escort you back to your car, per request of Oscar himself. Luckily due to the time of day, there werenât any fans that he could see but he didnât want to risk it.Â
You sat in the waiting area for his flight to be called, you had your head resting on his shoulder âIâm gonna miss you so muchâ you told him softly âI know, Iâm gonna miss you tooâ he expressed the same mutual feeling.Â
âIâll be cheering you on from home for every race thoughâ you added lifting your head up and looking at him, he smiled at your comment âKnowing youre watching is all the incentive I need to make sure I do good. I gotta make my girl proudâ he said lifting your intertwined hands and giving them a kiss.
He could be such a hopeless romantic at times and it always made your stomach do cartwheels, you didnât know how you got so lucky with Oscar.Â
Some time passed before his flight was called causing the two of you stand, forced to look at each other not wanting to say goodbye but knowing you had to.
âGo be a brilliant F1 driverâ you told him, not wanting to say anything more or else you might cry âCome hereâ he said opening his arms, knowing you were doing your best not to cry.Â
It could be alot dating someone in Oscarâs field constantly having to say goodbye and not knowing when youâd be able to see each other next. You walked into his arms wrapping your arms around his waist as he wrapped his around you.
A moment passed before you pulled away, if he didnât leave now, heâd miss his flight. âText me when you land, I donât care about the time differenceâ you told him âOf courseâ he told you as he picked up his backpack and you made your way to the doors to the plane.Â
After he gave you one final kiss on the lips, he turned and made his way through the doors heading for the plane. He wanted to turn around and see you one more time but he knew heâd never leave if he did so he kept walking straight.Â
You got walked back to your car, being sure to thank the security before you got in and put your keys in the engine. You waited till you were back home and wearing one of his hoodies to let a few tears fall.
It was crazy to you that someone you had only met a couple weeks prior had become someone so important to you and now you were crying over them leaving.Â
You didnât know why you were reacting this way, you had been able to pack up and move across the world for school saying goodbye to family and friends. You had travelled, always making friends then saying goodbye. Goodbyes were something you had plenty of experience with, yet saying goodbye to Oscar was another level of difficult.
The more you thought about it, you realized he had become something you didnât realize you were looking for, he had become your home and for the first time in your whole life, you were missing your home.
It was in this moment that you knew you didn't want to go another day without Oscar by your side. You knew you had to finish school but once you had your diploma, you'd be flying to Oscar and never leaving his side from there.
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ahh i've been working on this one for awhile now so i hope you like it !! once again feel free to reblog or comment ur thoughts !! other than those notes, enjoy and talk soon â¤ď¸
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Ă pairing: venture x reader
Ă words: 1588
Ă content : afab!reader, cozy, comfort, fluff, period talk, sfw
Ă summary: You are on your period, not feeling well at all and thus missing from todays training. Venture noticed your absence and decided to check up on you.
[ A/N ] : I was on my period when i started writing this and needed some comfort. Also, for clarity, imagine this is a 2016 ow situation where everyone shares one base with their own rooms etc got it? cool.
You were currently at the shared Overwatch base. Todays agenda included some basic training and an annual rundown of the safety protocol during combat. These were both some of the lighter activities you had the chance to be a part of but even still, you wouldn't be able to attend as you felt like death walking.
You were on your period and you felt awful. In every way imaginable. Your skin tingled with hot and cold flashes, your insides felt funny and you weren't sure if you were going to vomit or faint first.
So you had to skip out on todays activities and stayed in your bunk instead, wrapped in your favourite blankets in your bed. And it turns out that somebody else had similar plans for today.
knock! knock! knock!
A quick succession of sturdy knocks at your door took your attention off of your phone that you've been scrolling on for the past hour or so.
"Who is it?" You tried to groan loud enough for the other person to hear with the little energy you had.
"Its Sloane! I heard you weren't coming to training today and wanted to come by and check up on you! If that's okay I mean."
So it was just Sloane, but why weren't they at training, you wondered. Not giving it much more thought than that you let them in.
The metallic door opened with a click and slid with a heavy swoosh and in entered Venture, wearing their comfiest sweater and some slacks.
"Oh, whats up with you?"
"Not feeling well" You answered shortly, still laying limp in your bed.
"I can tell that" Venture said with a soft chuckle.
"Im on my period" You said a little quieter as they walked over and carefully sat on the bed beside your legs.
"Ooooh yeah you don't look too good" That comment left their lips faster than they could think. You squinted and stared daggers in their direction the moment your brain registered what they said.
"Oops, sorry, didn't mean it like that" they said with a laugh. Venture had a quick glance around your room, mainly noticing the mess on your bedside table. An empty water bottle and a mug, some candy wrappers and a pack of pills. Painkillers, they assumed.
Embarrassment and shame shot through the layers of your discomfort when you noticed them analyzing your room. It was a mess, yes, there were clothes hanging about and a general mess on your desk as well that you didn't feel like cleaning. You swore you would get to it soon.
Venture gently rested their hand on your leg as they said in their most empathetic voice possible, "Im sorry, I cant imagine what it must feel like".
"Well, don't you... too...?" You questioned carefully.
You didn't want to prod too much, asking felt intrusive and intimate. You didn't want to step on any footing Venture felt uncomfortable with but you also couldn't deny your curiosity. It's only human to wonder.
"Oh, yeah! I do get my periods as well but they're usually not as intense... as yours. Never been actually, guess im lucky"
"Guess you are..." You replied a little gloomier while shifting deeper into your bed, wishing you had the same luxury as them.
"But why aren't you at training then?" You got up slightly, a headache warning to hit at the sudden movement, and scooted further into your bed to give them more room to sit. They followed and sat next to you.
"Honestly? I just wanted to catch up on some reading. There's this book on ancient archeology that -turns out- has some errors printed into it, and the writer shared a new edition, highlighting its previous mistakes and . . . " They went on and on but you couldn't help but zone out soon, concentrating only on the pounding in your head.
Reading. Of course the history nerd skips out on training just so they could read some more. How typical of them, you thought, smiling softly to yourself. Your head flopped onto their shoulder, your neck too lazy to support itself.
"-and i wanted to check up on you." That part caught your attention and made your stomach tense, in a pleasant way.
"Well, you did check up on me..." You whispered, still in a low mood, not feeling any better with time. Venture noticed.
"Aww come on, don't be like that!" They grabbed your sides through your shield of blankets, shaking and prodding you playfully. You only groaned at their attempts to make you feel better.
"Ughhh stop it!" You laughed. As groggy and moody as you were, that did lift your mood a bit. It was cute, you thought, how Venture would try to make you feel better despite your sour attitude.
"Come on, let me help you!" They moved to the edge of the bed, as if they were about to leave, one hand on your thigh. "I know, I'll go to the kitchen and grab you something, hm?"
"I don't have anything stored there right now..." Even though there was a cafeteria, everyone usually brought or made their own food and stored it in the shared kitchen and because of your current state you didn't meal prep anything for today.
"Eh, im sure i can find something we can borrow~" They threw you a wink and wide grin. You chuckled at their mischief. It was clear they were willing to go to great lengths to make you feel even slightly better, a blush crept up your cheeks at the thought. It was so sweet of them.
"So, any special requests?"
You thought for a moment. " Ice cream. Please. Im begging." You dramatically added. "Bring me ice cream, anything else might make me actually vomit..."
They lightly pat your thigh before sliding their hand off. "Alright, one order for ice cream! Be back soon!" they sung before hopping off the bed. They glanced your way with warm eyes before walking out the door, as if to tell you not to go anywhere while they were gone.
They didn't dare to say anything, but you looked so cute like this. You could clearly use some help or support, yet you wouldn't dare to bother anybody for it. They could think of several agents who would come running at your word if need be. It was like trying to help a stubborn sick cat, Venture thought as they left.
And so, you waited.
. . .
Your door slid open again and you saw Sloane hunched over, hurrying inside with a goofy smile, checking behind them as the door slid close. You immediately smiled upon seeing them. Their hand slid under their sweater and you watched as they clumsily pulled out a tub of ice cream that they were hiding. "Ah-cold-cold-cold!" they hissed. You laughed at the scene in front of you.
"Did anybody see you??" You questioned, still in awe.
"Psh! I hope not!" They hopped back on your bed next to you with other things in hand.
"Here is your ice cream" they wiggled their brows at you with a cheeky smile, clearly proud of the little thievery they just accomplished.
"Aaaand, since you have no other plans for today, i brought my book with me! I thought we could go over the errors together." They said excitedly as they pulled out a brand new beige book with golden rims. "It will help pass the time and keep your mind off of that uh, tornado inside you." They flashed their signature smile.
They were really sweet, just so so sweet. The care and consideration they showed for you made you feel so fuzzy inside and you couldn't stop smiling. It was an unusual feeling, but you enjoyed it. You smiled back at them.
"But before then, here, drink some tea, careful! Its hot." They handed you a hot mug of what smelled like... chamomile tea? You weren't entirely sure. "I forgot to ask which one you liked, but i heard this one is meant to soothe and relax... or something like that". They watched intently as you took a careful sip.
"Aah! Hot!" You hissed.
"Told you so" They chuckled at the funny face you made.
You put the mug aside to let it cool off a bit first. Instead, you gladly took the tub of ice cream off of Ventures hands. As you began digging in Venture scooted closer to you again and cozied up next to you in bed and you shared your blanket with them.
. . .
In between Sloanes reading, you would spoon feed them some of the ice cream. Their eyes remained glued to the pages and their voice now a little muffled with their mouth full of the cold sweets.
Sloanes warm voice and the sound of flipping pages proved to be much more relaxing than that tea. Their voice soon melted into the background and you focused on the sound of your own slow, steady breathing as your eyelids began to feel heavy. Soon your eyes fell closed. Still mindful of their presence next to you, you appreciated this moment and cozied up even closer as you shifted more of your weight onto Ventures arm. A soft blush tinted their cheeks as you let out a content sigh.
In turn, Venture lifted their arm, letting you rest on their chest instead. Their arm snaked around you, keeping you close and secure. The rumbling of their voice in their chest soon turned into a lullaby as Sloane continued their reading.
#god.#when is it my turn to be happy.#venture x reader#x reader#overwatch x reader#venture#sloane cameron#fluff#fanfic#fanfiction#sfw
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