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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 11 months ago

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Platonic Yandere Mutants

“Can I help you with anything sir?”

Giving your typical customer server voice, you finished shelving the sauces and turned to the anthropod-mutant. The world has seen a resurgence of mutated humans that are just the same as any other human other than their more animalistic traits. A big part of the service-related industry was being able to handle the large, intimidating, and sometimes violent clientele.

“I’m so distraught…” The anthropodian looked just as he said with inky-black goo pouring from his black eyes. His quivering pupils were an amber-yellow, looking deep into your soul with lashes painted by his tears like mascara.

He was arguably quite handsome if you could get past the staggering height of 244 centimeters, the three spider-like legs, and a lean torso connected to a larger abdomen. From a glance, it seemed that he was a spider-mutant but the folded wings on his large backside and the lack of mandibles or multiple eyes said otherwise. You didn’t know if it’d be polite to ask; in the meantime, he continues.

“Ever since the Spring the love of my life and I have been trying to fertilize our eggs Even our roommates attempted to help us make our children but to no avail. We went to the doctors and you know how few of them actually know how to treat mutants but that’s beside the point. They told us that we technically should be able to but for whatever reason we just can’t. We suspect that it might be because of the vaccine they recently brought mainstream. It’s just been so hard going through life without our own little bundle of joy.”

“Sir….this is a Matiscoes.”

He started crying again, putting his hands over his face, and you shot a nervous glance around, trying to spot another employee or nosy customer willing to intervene. No other customers were there and your coworkers that were weren’t interested in helping you whatsoever–only willing to offer a minor shrug.

“Is there anything you want here…to quell your grief.”

His crying seemed to cease or at least let up enough to fold his hands in front of him. He was smiling now and tilting his head. You copied the motion as you awaited his answer.

“That’s why I came here today,” he started. “We’ve been watching you for a while now and we’ve decided you're going to be our new addition to the family!”

You blanched.

“Uhm what–”

Faster than you could react strong grey hands grasped your shoulders, hugging you tight into his chest before holding you up high. In a way that only an anthropodian could do his backside’s wings opened up. Another layer, which looks like an exoskeleton, pulls back to reveal a gooey compartment. Barely able to let out a yelp as he unceremoniously dropped you into the compartment.

The feeling of the compartment’s innards was soft and fleshy complimented by what had to be gallons of viscous slime that coated its sides and bottom. You saw your coworkers first–all of them either preparing to scream or reaching out as if to pull you out. Opening your mouth to call for them you found yourself choking on the chunky liquid, as you reached out. It was then you felt a hand on your head pushing down as the exoskeletal layer closed over you.

It was a mostly transparent screen with tinges of gray that matched the skin tone of the mutant who had grabbed you. Next were the wings which folded over sealing you within the blackness of the compartment and forcing you to curl into yourself. You tried to hold your breath but when your lungs couldn’t take it, you resigned yourself to suffocate within the goop and complete darkness. Come to find you somehow could…breath just fine? You wanted to dwell on it, to question what this was but you found yourself unable to register much in the darkness of the cavern. Or even registering yourself as you felt your eyes close and your body relax.

All you knew was that the muffled yells were nothing but white noise to fall asleep to.

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“You look happy today? Was it lunch?”

Granger, the harpy, was preening his navy blue and magenta feathers when the anthropodian mutant happily strolled in. Picking up on the faint scent of metal, he deduced that his roommates had treated themselves again.

He didn’t mind it really.

After all, he had his own specific tastes.

But as much as they were his roommates, they were the closest thing he had to friends. And seeing a smile on your recently mopey friend's face was a good enough sign. The reason he felt like asking was the blacker tint of a blush on his gray cheeks as he lightly scurried by.

“I did have a good lunch today but I got something better!”

“What is it?”

The anthropodian let out a coy giggle, winking as he made his way out of the mansion to the den he’d recently been crying in. While Granger didn’t pride himself on being emotionally intelligent he wasn’t as stupid as others expected.

Something definitely happened.

And maybe the landlord might want to know about it.

Sending the text swiftly, he tucked his phone away at the silent entrance of his other roommate. She held a mass of webs in her human-like arms along with a larger web sack strung over her shoulder and strapped against her back. The drider didn’t even bother to let one of her eight eyes even glance at him as she skillfully strode along the ceiling.

The harpy tilted his head up almost leaning completely on the chair to watch her make her way to the kitchen.

“So I hear you two went out to lunch.”

“We did.”

“Are those the only leftovers? And I took you for the saving type.”

“...”

She didn’t say anything for a while instead opening the fridge to store what she had wrapped. For a moment, Granger thought she was ignoring him but then she spoke up.

“I sent the real leftovers up to the den in the minecart. This food I retrieved is for…Harley.”

Granger made a face.

“Does Harley have a sudden interest in normie food?”

“You could say that…point being don’t eat any of this.”

“Ugh you know I won’t.”

“I mean it, Granger, if you eat this you will know the wrath of Harley.”

“Yeah yeah whatever.”

She blinked all eight of her eyes indignantly before scurrying away.

Everyone was acting so weird. Granger felt excluded from whatever was going it’d stop when Quintin got home.

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“Sire here are the final reports of this week’s averages.”

“Thank you. Make sure the office party ends well I’ll be taking my leave.”

“Of course sire. Have a nice evening.”

Walking out of the meeting room turned party venue, he drew the eyes of everyone there. Curious staring and admirable gazes alike followed him all the way to his office, giving him a temporary reprieve from the constant attention. The albino looked like any other of his employees, other than his strikingly white hair, pale face, red eyes, and the matching snake tail sprouting from his lower back.

He too despite his upper appearance, was a mutant. Though more accepted for his resemblance to basic humans, Quintin still received a mix of reactions for his noticeable difference. Balancing the disgusted reactions for who the mutant he was along with the odd fascination for his mutant extremity made his success a winding road. Filled with pain, abuse, and constant questions of his own existence.

But he was here and now he was a mogul among mutants and humans alike.

He kept an open mind as he learned of new things, different curve balls, and spotty trends. His openness allowed for flexibility that let him navigate his industry. But that didn’t mean he didn’t like plans. As much as he practiced being open, routine was vital to his level-headedness.

Specifically with things regarding home. So a text from the unruly tenant and friend made him remarkably tense.

Lunch?

Harley and Margot must have gone on one of their little excursions again.

Quintin had a sneaking suspicion as to what it may be but he had to be sure. Considering Harley was dealing with their infertility without too many distractions he could see why he’d go do something extreme. Tapping the password he retyped so often, the familiar security camera configuration popped up.

His eyebrow twitched, his claws scraped the underside of his desk, and his tail angrily whipped around. Finding nothing but the small movements of a cat on one of the cameras the subject for those cameras was nowhere to be found.

Through gritted teeth and a hiss on the tip of his tongue, Quintin cursed, “Harley!”

He hurried home without his typical unaffected air about him but no one bothered him let alone said goodbye. They knew better than to do so. Signalling his chauffeur to quickly head home he tried to calm the anger rising from within.

The drive felt longer than usual because his mind was in near disarray. He kept it together, calmly undoing his tie and hanging his suit jacket up as he walked up the steep path to the mansion. He planned to quickly change out of his work clothes, with his partner being so privy to the faint scents of his coworkers.

“Quintin! There you are! What’s up?”

Dodging a feathered hug, he shot him a scornful look shutting down the playful greeting of Granger. Passing him with burning vigor, he made his way through the mansion finding his practically untouched suite. He changed into the relaxing and more comfortable poet shirt and leather pants before sprinting up the mount.

He sent a passing glance at the displaced mine carts. They had been moved recently, which matches up with Granger’s inclusion of Margot. She happened to be the one who suggested moving furniture and delivering food to Harley’s den when he first began to nest. Only confirming his suspicions he ran at speeds invisible to the human eye. Despite looking so similar to them he was wired completely different

With no need to catch his breath, he strode past the various webbing around the mouth of the cave. For someone who claimed to be celibate Margot was heavily invested and involved throughout their fertility journey. Going so far as to insulate and effectively monitor the cave with Harley in it. Of course, it remained to be seen if this was helpful or not.

He walked farther, attempting not to trigger the connection of webs that alerted neither Harley nor Margot. Eventually, the webbing stopped and the cave split into tunnels. He already knew where the latest nest was based on scent alone. After navigating the various paths to the entry of an even smaller cave was where he found Harley.

It was a smaller cavern with a slow but moving body of water with a generator powering the off-hand appliances, and heating panels pointed downwards. A little ways from them in a widely dug hole was the nest, a collection of blankets and pillows that he excitedly went shopping for not too long ago. And so was Harley happily tidying up and poking at the pillows infusing them with his blood and plasma.

“Harley!”

His smiling gray face turned to look at him with a black blush he could tell had been there for a while.

“Quintin! I’m so glad you’re here we’re almost ready.”

“Harley.”

“W-what, aren’t you happy?”

“I told you to wait. To wait until we were both ready.”

The anthropod made a face.

“But I was ready. My body said it was time so I just–”

He continued to quietly justify himself as Quintin let his mind drift. This was a common conversation throughout their journey. While his snake heritage was always known to him and the behaviors connected with it the same could never be said about Harley. All they knew was that he was connected to the anthropod type in some way. Other than that it was a guessing game. More often than not they just had to rely on whatever feeling Harley was focused on hoping it’d be akin to a birthing instinct.

It was exhausting.

But Quintin loves Harley.

So he’d put up with that, during their latest attempt–surrogacy–he met someone who kindled the paternal instincts in him like none before. It was during an interview for an assistant intern that he happened to be watching that he’d found them.

A human.

An awkward one.

That was just trying to make their way in the world.

Never before had he wanted to stow anyone away except for Harley. So young. So weak+ So unachieved. Maybe it was the way you spoke, what answers were firm and not, the way your eyes checked yourself in the mirror provided. Whatever it was it solidified it for him, if this next attempt didn’t work out then he wouldn’t mind adoption. Granted you weren’t a child or a teen but barely an adult he wanted nothing more than to coddle and spoil.

So after stringing them along a few other interviews, he rejected their application. Keeping the template-based resume and taking the vital information to do an extensive background check. It was a great distraction setting up the cameras in your home and guiding your job search to a crooked grocery store. So of course the sorrow of another avenue closing was painful but it just gave him an excuse to have a routine—-to be calm. To sync his routine with yours; watching your daily life allowing him to scold you through the screen.

It wouldn’t be long before Harley caught wind of his turned attention, eventually scoping out his secret pastime. Quintin was worried originally, while he had the financial power Harley was just an unstoppable unit if pushed hard enough. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d made meals out of coworkers he deemed too close. But much to Quintin’s surprise, it became the newest vice for Harley’s sadness.

“When can we? I want them home soon!”

“We need to wait…give it time then we’ll slowly reel them in.”

It was the wise way to bring their baby in. Slowly gain their trust, earn their friendship, and eventually become the parents that could be without explicitly saying it. It was a long game but it’d be worth it as they got the payout all without immense force or bringing stress.

“-it’s just that they’re getting older and we’re going to miss out! I wasn’t trying to-”

“I understand.”

“Huh?”

“I get why. It’s fine. We’ll make this work.”

“Oh well, I’m glad you see it my way!”

How shameless.

Harley bent down to give him a light peck before happily turning away. Continuing to arrange and rearrange the nesting area. Surely there wasn’t much else that could be done, other than maybe customizing it with a few things from their baby’s shoddy shack they called home. But not too much. He could only hope your favorite things weren’t infected with whatever vermin surely lived in the rundown place he had (his staff) those cameras planted in. On that topic, he made a mental note to pick up the little creature he saw running nervously around there. Surely bringing it back home would help their baby acclimate. Speaking of them…

“Where are they by the way?”

With a small smile and a flutter of Harley’s wings, he already knew. Quintin couldn’t help but pinch the bridge of his nose.

“How did I know…anyway Harls are you going to release them soon?”

“But they’re so cozy and quiet in here!”

“Harls.”

“I was going to but what better way to get close to each other?!”

“Harls. Most humans already are frightened by our appearance, let alone the inner workings of us mutants…they aren’t going to respond to your…” He sent a worried look to the anthropodian’s behind. “Affection all that well.”

“I know that! All babies are fussy, especially when they haven’t been with us for too long.”

Quintin decided to dismiss the jump in logic. Harley sighed before picking a place among the pillows to settle down in. With a pout on his lips, his wings flapped up and the final layer of his protective pouch pulled back.

There you were, sleeping in the fetal position and submerged in the yellow fluids of Harley’s design. Soothed by the sounds of your light breathing Quintin took a minute to admire you before scooping you up in his arms. Not bothered by the residue soaking through his shirt, he settled you down on one of the many propped-up pillows. Making sure to support your head as he held you tight. He lightly rocked you noting you were still wearing your work uniform. He held back a sigh and sent a look to his partner who had finished closing his pouch and had turned to sit against his side.

“What? We figured we’d get lunch along the way.”

“Did they see?”

“Nope! And if you want we have leftovers!”

“ I smelt so and…maybe if the manager is among them.”

“Hmm you’ll have to ask Margot, she’s already wrapped them up.”

“U-u-uhm what is going on?!”

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When you woke up, you first remember how hard it was to open your eyes. Not only because the desire to sleep wasn’t constantly plaguing your brain but because something had glued your lashes together. It took over five attempts to blink your eyes open.

One.

Two.

Your lips had the same problem, you’d have to try to open them too.

Three.

Four.

What was this taste in your mouth?!

Five.

It was remarkably blurry. Like round spots of color barely moving blurry. But your eyes would adjust like all your other senses, including your ears which seemed to have been clogged but were slowly becoming clear.

“--see?”

“---eftovers!”

Both those voices sounded so familiar one more so than the other. Coupled with the oddly chilly hand weight of a hand supporting your back, which seemed to lightly bob you up and down. The voices of the ones above you became clearer, talking about something you couldn’t grasp.

“Uhm, what’s going on?!”

It came out before you could register your mouth moved at all. It only made you regret it when they both turned to you with such wide eyes; almost like a feline’s glare when it came to hunting.

The gray man gave a fanged smile, “Hi baby, good morning! Did you have a nice rest?”

You felt the urge to scream only able to hone in on the glowing yellow pupils and the sharpened teeth coming closer to you. The paler face, a much more human-like face tutted the threatening being. Pulling you to sit on their lap, letting you eye the incredibly dark cavern that you were in before covering your eyes with a pale hand.

Eyes covered, you could only guess it was a muscular arm wrapping around your waist. Hushing in your ear and a hand attempting to soothe you by rubbing the side of your upper arm. It helped…a little.

“(Y/n), relax for me. Breathe in and out. Breathe in and out.”

You followed the man’s instructions to fight the urge to let out a shuddered breath. You could feel your tears dampen the hand over your eyes. He repeated the same instructions to you, waiting for your breath to even out before trying to speak to you.

“(Y/n) some things are going to be different now.”

“What do you mean by that? How do you know my name? Where am—”

Shushing you again the voice calmly continued,” I am Quintin and the anthropod you met before is Harley. We’ll be your guardians from now on.”

“What?! Guardians?! But I’m an adult I don’t need any–guardians!”

The voice seemed to pause, almost offended by your denial. The arm around you—that felt like it didn’t have joints–tightened around you in a vice grip.

“We are your guardians from now on (Y/n)...now would you like to see or would you like a blindfold?”

Now it was your turn to be silent. Debating with yourself on what would bring the most comfort in the stress full time.

On one hand, if they were going to torture you or force you to undergo some horrific experiments or something the blindfold would be better.

On the other hand, having your sight lets you see where you can escape and see what you’re up against.

Well, the answer is obvious, right?

“I want the blindfold off.”

“Okay, but if you misbehave it’s going right back.”

You ignored the warning as your dim surroundings were revealed. Blinking away the blurred specks in your eyes it revealed the familiar face from the store. Your expression must’ve shown your realization because the mutant spoke.

“Hi, sweet pea! We did officially meet in the store but I’ll have you know I’ve been wanting you home with us for a long time!”

You grimace, “You were stalking me?”

His expression became downcast before he shook his head.

“Stalking is for hunting, sweetie. We’ll have to go over everything you know about hunting if that’s what you’ve been taught. Stupid humans if that’s what they're teaching we’ll have to reteach you everything!”

“I’m human!”

He swoons before pinching your cheeks and cuddling his face against yours. “I know but you’re our human! And that makes you better than all of them.”

You felt disgusted. While there were tensions with the mutants it was mostly through those rioting and promoting discrimination. Those same rioters tended to look down on the other race, saying things just like that. It disturbed you.

“Humans aren’t stupid!”

“(Y/n).” Quintin warned. You didn’t listen.

“Have you ever considered that our strengths aren’t in our physical strengths alone? “

“(Y/n), please.”

“Now, angel watch your tone! You won’t speak to your father and I like that.”

“I’m going to say something if you’re looking down on people.”

“I look down on them because that’s nature, darling. Just because it’s the way the world works doesn’t mean you need to misbehave.”

“Harley.”

“I’m not misbehaving! I’m stating my opinion!”

“(Y/n).”

“Maybe you’re opinion isn’t wanted.”

“Then maybe you should’ve gotten some underdeveloped child!”

“Grrr. That’s it, I’m putting you in time out.”

Repeating the same actions as he did at the store, you tried your best to struggle this time. Scratching and squirming did nothing to stop your route to the opened exoskeleton compartment. Harley only stopped at Quintin’s hand on his chest.

“But honey they—”

“Are adjusting we have to give them time to learn their surroundings. To get to know us.”

“But Quin!”

“Harley.”

With a sigh, he set you down again. Angrily crossing his arms Harley watched you scramble away, sending a look towards Quintin who closed the distance between you. Finally seeing his face as he came to kneel in front of you. His skin was pale, a smooth off-white that could barely be distinguished from his hair. His eyes were like crimson pearls with slitted pupils gazing deeply into your own.

“(Y/n), I know a lot of things are changing for you,” he kept stepping closer to you; minding how your back had reached the wall of the crater. He continued to step close to you, holding his hands up when you flinched. “And there’s a lot to learn so I’ll make it easier for you.

You felt something slither between your back and the wall pulling you closer to Quintin as he reached into his pocket. Now it hit you that the albino had a tail sprouting from his behind, that easily held you tight as a blindfold was tied over your face. Naturally, you reached your hands up to analyze it only for those oddly warm and chilled hands to wrap something soft around your wrists.

“Wait did you–”

“I did.”

You opened your mouth to protest, stopping when you felt the slicing of the air near your ear. Barely sensing the breath, you gathered that Quentin was hugging you and prepared to whisper.

“Don’t upset him. Otherwise, he’ll keep you in that pouch forever.”

“But what if–”

“He’s emotional, you won’t be able to reason with him.” He paused, internally enjoying the defeated look on your face. Taking advantage of your hesitance he set your head to rest on his shoulder. “I’ll always come back for you. When I do I can reason with him so hang tight for me, okay?”

He felt your lips wobble and the small drips against his shoulder. He tightened his hug, relishing the clinging of your cuffed hands against his shirt.

He tried again,” Can you do that, (Y/n)? Let him baby you, just for a little bit?”

“O-okay.”

“I’m already so proud.”

He pulls away, delightfully having to unlatch your fingers from him. He fights the smile that threatens to spread as he begins walking back to Harley. The anthropodian mutant glared at him with an angry dark blush on his face. His wings occasionally and angrily fluttered as Quintin came closer. Holding his gray cheeks in place, the snake prodded his tongue against Harley’s lips. Pushing past the barrier Quintin enjoyed the warmth of Harley’s mouth diving deeper until he was met with a reciprocated stroke. Before they got carried away, they pulled away each licking off the translucent purple saliva that hung on their lips.

“Be forgiving Harley, they’re really scared.”

Harley clung to his love’s shirt, peering over his shoulder at the helpless human who curiously turned their head.

“But what if I’m scared too, Quintin? What if they get away from us, like the last ones?”

“They won’t. I’ll make sure of it.”

Amber eyes looked nervously into Quintin’s eyes before letting a smile stretch across his face. Harley took his time placing another kiss on the albino’s lips, stepping around him as he made his way to the human.

“Then hurry back, I think we’ll both be looking forward to our first meal–as a family!”

Quintin smiled casually jumping out of the crater; smiling widely as watched Harley scoop you up with care. This time lightly running his nose along your head as he spoke, probably apologizing.

The snake mutant made his way back to the mansion, not only planning to begin moving your things but also grabbing the food Margot brought especially for his baby. He had to calm himself when he found his tail unconsciously striking the trees around him. Chastizing himself, he didn’t want to knock all the trees down, he’s sure you’d love climbing them.

“Oh right. We’ll have to talk with others, I bet they're dying to meet you.”

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soft4gguk · 5 months ago

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to build a home | chapter fifteen

Pairing: Jungkook x reader. ceo!jk + dilf!jk x nanny!oc

Genre: strangers to lovers. angst. fluff. smut.

Word count: 12.2k

Warnings: oof. let me keep it brief so i don’t spoil too much! it’s angsty. a looooong walk down memory lane. reminiscing. its kinda sad. but lucy’s holds oc through it all! bathroom quickie lol. unprotected sex (do better ok). a lil choking. a lil spanking. jk being an ass man!!!!! team mingyus u get to see ur boy!!! big gasp towards the end.

Author’s note: oh, boy! what have i DONE? lol. i’m not gonna say much. only that i love y’all with all my heart and i truly cannot wait to book club the fuck out of this chappie. sending x’s & o’s your way, always!!!!! <33333

This is a work of fiction. Please respect the members and their privacy. x

Chapter Fifteen

In the forty minutes you sleep, you manage to dream. It’s soft, tender and blue. It’s the ocean and Jungkook’s face, the sand on your toes, on your hands, falling from your fingers and getting caught in the wind, some landing on your face. He calls your name, beckoning you over, smile inviting as he walks backwards into the vastness of the sea. You smile, on your feet in no time before you’re running towards him, feet splashing salty water all over as you join him. You’re in his arms the second you’re close enough to him, legs wrapped around his waist as he lets his body fall into the water, deep, blue, your body never letting go of his.

Your eyes open gently, head on his chest in the same position you’d fallen asleep in. Soori’s babbles coming from the baby monitor sound muffled as you incorporate yourself back into consciousness. Jungkook’s body is warm against the palm of your hand, breath steady as his chest rises and falls. You look up at him, not ready to leave his side, not ready to do what your brain demands of you the moment you start slipping into wakefulness. You close your eyes, snuggle your head in his chest once more, arm wrapping around him as you pull him closer to you ever so gently. He reciprocates your actions in his sleep, arm wrapping tighter around you as his head sinks further into the pillows. Soori’s not crying, you could probably stay like this for twenty more minutes, wrapped in his arms, closing your eyes and letting your mind and body be consumed with him so you don’t have to think. To really think.

But you know it’s no use. You know that it’s over, whether you grant yourself the thirty minutes or not. It makes your heart ache, too weak to feel anger anymore. Too weak to even protest and try to put up a fight. You feel tears well up in the corner of yours eyes, and if you let them fall now, they won’t be able to stop. You pull away from him, your movements gentle as to not wake him up. You feel the bed move, making you stop in your tracks and glancing back to make sure he’s not awake. He simply lays on his side, snuggling himself into a pillow, his breathing letting you know that he’s still in deep sleep. You let yourself look at him, taking in his face, his body. He’s so beautiful it hurts. He’s so beautiful your heart begins to regain its strength some, becoming aware of him, swimming through the mud, about to beg you to keep going. But your brain is faster as you close your eyes, turning around and heading for the door. God, it hurts. It hurts to wake up, it hurts to walk. It hurts to feel him all over your body, the traces of the night you just shared still taking over your senses. His smell, his touch, the exhaustion that takes over you that borders as sweet because your body remains in that fucked out bliss only he knows how to put you in.

The most reasonable part of you begs you to be strong.

The most tender part of you begs you to turn back around.

You leave his room.

You’re basically on your tiptoes, closing the door behind you gently, abstaining from making any noise. You think you manage pretty well, chanting victory a little too soon as you turn around and pretty much jump in place, hand coming to your mouth as you let out a yelp at the sight of Lucy standing in the hallway.

“Good morning,” she says, jutting her hip out and tapping her feet on the ground as she crosses her arms in front of her body.

“You scared the living shit out of me,” you whisper yell at her.

“Of course I did, because you just got caught.”

You sigh, admitting defeat. “Come get Soori with me. She’s awake.”

“Will you explain?”

“Yes.”

“Okay,” she says, opening the door to your room. “Put some pants on first. And panties.”

“Shit,” you say, looking back at Jungkook’s room.

“No use now. He’s got himself a souvenir.”

“Don’t be witty right now,” you tell her, rummaging through your bags to find a pair of pants. And panties.

“___, you were bawling your eyes out last night. I was literally scared you’d put yourself through dehydration or something. So imagine my surprise when Jimin wakes me up in the middle of the night to tell me that it sounded like someone was doing construction work inside of Jungkook’s room.”

You bring your hand to your mouth, eyes widening in surprise at her words. “Oh my God.”

“Relax. He went to get a glass of water, we couldn’t hear anything. I’m sure nobody did.”

“Thank God,” you sigh.

“That is not the point. What is going on, ___?”

“It’s a long story,” she’s about to protest, “I’ll tell you over breakfast. Let’s get Soori first, though.”

She lets out a sigh of relief. “Let’s.”

And so you begin the recount of events.

As you get Soori out of bed, you begin to tell her about that night, omitting any explicit details, of course. You tell her how you told him you loved him, tell her about his silence, about the way you dismissed your words in fear he wouldn’t reciprocate them. She passes you one of Soori’s sundresses, a cute black and white polka dotted one.

“And what happened then?” She asks, rummaging through the suitcase Jungkook had packed for her and looking for a bow to match.

“He didn’t say it back.”

“Oh,” she says, face falling even though she knew that much would be true.

“Yeah. I guess at first I was just trying for it not to… hurt as much as it did. Sunday was nice, we spent the whole day by the pool with Soo. I don’t know. It almost made me feel like I could live with it, you know? With the fact that he hadn’t said it back.”

“Yeah, I get you. We like to tell ourselves lies to keep our feelings at bay. It’s a woman thing.”

The three of you sit on the floor, Soori in the middle as you brush her hair and get to work on her little pigtails whilst Lucy plays with her, helping her stack her pink wooden cubes on top of one another. You tell her about your rollercoaster of emotions, going through a failed attempt at suppressing your feelings, then the feminine rage all the way to the sadness plummeting so hard through you it made you restless.

“I should’ve known. Nobody sings Good Luck, Babe by Chappell Roan like that for no reason.”

You laugh, albeit weakly. “Don’t feel bad. I knew that the moment I told you, it’d be real.”

“No, I get that. But I just can’t believe that you went through all of this by yourself. I wish I could’ve… been there.”

You put a hand on top of hers, Soori following in your steps as she puts her chubby hand on top of yours, making the both of you laugh. Lucy looks at Soori, then back at you, concern lacing her features as she asks,

“Then what happened?”

You make your way down the stairs, Soori on your hip as she babbles sweet nothings to her giraffe and Lucy follows suit. You tell her about the book you’d found in Jungkook’s living room, the one filled with pictures of him and Ira.

“God, they were really in love, weren’t they?”

“Yeah. Seems like it.”

“What on Earth happened?” Lucy asks, making her way into the kitchen, reaching down to pick Soori’s giraffe up that she’d dropped, smiling at her as she places it back in her hands.

“That’s the thing, I don’t know. I have no clue about what could’ve possibly driven her to…,” you halt your words, not wanting to finish the sentence in front of Soori, as oblivious as she was right now as you sat her down on her high chair.

“Jimin has said things to me,” she starts, her words a bit weak. “I mean, nothing much. Or too specific. But he told me Jungkook tried. He told me he really tried. He was a good partner to her… just like he’s a good dad to Soori.”

“You know, it’s funny. I never once for a second thought he wasn’t.”

“I did. I mean- you know him better than I do. And it all sounded so complex to me I thought that maybe he’d driven her away. But Jimin- he talks about Ira with so much spite. Almost hatred. And they used to be close. I mean, she’s in a picture frame at his parents’ house, for God’s sake! He made them remove it, of course, but-” you take her words in, looking into her eyes. “I don’t know. He tried and she left. That’s all I’ve gathered from what he’s said.”

“Yeah. I guess the picture book really made me realize that… they’d loved each other. Very much.”

“What happened then?”

You look at her, a bit of shame lacing your features. You look at the kitchen counter, remembering that night.

“Well,” you start and your tone of voice gives you away.

“Oh, brother.”

You tell her about that night, in code, of course. Tell her about how it’d been a weak moment for you, how the little altercation you’d had before had set the mood for the tension to be released in one way or the other. And well, you were only human. A bit weak at times. You also tell her how it made you feel even sadder, though. How having him physically but not emotionally was really beginning to take a toll on you the more you pondered on your situation. You both get started with breakfast, cutting Soori’s fruit and putting some on her high chair before you get to frying eggs, mashing avocados, toasting bread, making coffee. You tell her about your sad girl hours, well into the night.

“I’ve stalked all of Jimin’s exes on Instagram. It was pure torture. I can’t imagine having so much access to her on Google. I think it would send me spiraling,” she says, passing you the spatula.

“Oh, it did. The worst part is that I couldn’t hate her. I mean, there she was, on my phone screen, looking perfect with her sweet, low voice, saying all the right things. How can I hate her?” You flip your egg.

“I’ve heard a lot of those things are fabricated, though.”

“I don’t know, Lu. The way Mai and Taehyung talk about her in that book… it was all adding up.”

She sighs, taking a sip of her latte, passing a tiny square of avocado toast to Soori that she’d cut up. She takes it, smiling at her, making her swoon. She gets your attachment to her now. She’s so sweet.

You decide to take breakfast to the garden, the morning serene before you, sky settling into darker shades of Blue. The waves of the ocean can be heard from where you stand and the air feels fresh, clean. You tell her about Jungkook closing his deal, about the night you’d called her in a desperate bout, asking her what to wear. You tell her about Lily. She understands, doesn’t judge when you tell her how jealous you’d felt, how it’d made your blood boil as she threw innuendos at him.

“Oh, I would’ve-,” she looks over at Soori, who blows a raspberry before shoving a piece of egg right into her mouth. “She would’ve heard a number from me, certainly.”

“What can I say, though? Yeah, Lily. Don’t flirt with my- my boss! Who I have romantic feelings for because he talks to me so very sweetly and he,” you look down at Soori. “He is really good at… frolicking me.”

She lets out a loud laugh, hand covering her mouth as she’s mid bite. “Fair enough. Ugh!”

You laugh a little, too. Your heart finding respite in your best friend. “I know. So annoying.”

“I mean, he is quite handsome, ___.”

“Yeah. I never wanted to get a paper bag over his head more.”

She chuckles at your words, shaking her head before she’s sighing for what feels like the millionth time today. “Then what happened?”

You look up at her, bringing your iced coffee to your lips and taking a sip.

“We frolicked.”

“___! What is it with this vicious cycle you’re in?”

“I don’t know! It just keeps happening! In my defense, he just… frolicked me with his-,” you point at your tongue. “That’s all we did.”

“That is not the feminist act you think it is.”

You chuckle. “Trust me, I know.”

“But then again, I can’t blame you.”

“You should.”

“I would never.”

You smile at her. It’s almost funny, the way your chest feels a little lighter, the way you can laugh through it all, even as you walk down memory lane on some of the saddest days of your life. Lucy was magic.

“I was emotionally hungover the next day. All I could think about was how I was standing under Ira’s shadow. How maybe… I don’t know, he’d never be able to love me the way he loved her.”

“I get that. I mean, those are some big shoes to fill. And it has nothing to do with you. It’s more so all the years they spent together, everything they went through, you know,” she nods in Soori’s direction, “the whole ass child they had together.”

“Yeah,” you sigh.

“So… what exactly happened yesterday? You were in pretty bad shape.”

You tell her about Mingyu. About what Jungkook said to you. She flinches, eyes squinting as she viscerally reacts to his low blow.

“Ouch.”

“Yeah. Ouch.”

“So much to unpack here.”

“Good luck trying.”

“I mean, he was jealous. Dare I say, he is jealous. And I mean, I can almost understand him. Not saying you did anything wrong, but he did walk inside his kitchen and there you were, drinking peppermint tea with his friend, wearing his navy blue Ralph Lauren sweater!”

“It was bad judgment on my part, I can admit. But also, I didn’t mean for it to mean anything. I was just… cold. And dumb.”

“You are not dumb. He’s dumb! Because if he would’ve been aware of you, if he got his head of out his ass then he would’ve been the one drinking peppermint tea with you and you would’ve been wearing his navy blue Ralph Lauren sweater. I bet you they have the same one.”

Her words make you laugh. “His words sure did sting, though.”

“Duh, no wonder. He was a bit brutal.”

“Like, does he really think I would do something like that?”

“And what if you did? I mean, ethically speaking, flirting with your boss’ friend is wrong. But, flirting with… a guy. At a BBQ? What’s wrong with that!”

“He’s his friend, Lucy.”

“And that’s what he gets for not making it exclusive and going back and forth with his little boy feelings! Playing with yours in the process!”

“It’s more complicated than that,” you defend.

“___,” she huffs, taking your hand in hers and looking into your eyes. “You are in a situationship.”

“Oh, God,” you gasp.

“With a grown ass man. A twenty eight year old male Paris Hilton.” You store that remark for when you need a laugh in the future, right now you’re too busy digesting her words. “Who also happens to be your boss. The person that puts food in your plate.”

“I know!”

“Yeah!”

“God!”

“Christ, even!”

“Fuck.” you whisper.

“I take it you guys didn’t really talk about what happened last night, you just got to… frolicking?”

“Yeah.” You lower your head in shame. “I just- I told myself that it was going to be the last time. That I’d confront him today- well, confront is a big word. I don’t want to fight. I don’t want to make this any harder than it already is. Plus, I have to think about Soori. I can’t leave her. We’re just gonna have to learn how to be civil about all of this.”

“So you’re breaking up with him?” She sounds surprised. You frown.

“Breaking up is a big word for Elmo. We are not together.”

She decides to store your remark for a future laugh, she’s too busy digesting your words right now. “Just like that?”

“Just like what, Lu? I mean, what else is there? I- I pour my heart out to him. I tell him I love him. I give him all the time in the world for him to say it back. Say anything back! And nothing. He doesn’t love me. And it’s hurting me, Lucy. It’s hurting me so bad. The uncertainty, the hiding, the back and forth. I don’t think I can take it any longer.”

Lucy takes it all in. Sees the pain in your eyes, hears the desperation in your words. She feels it, too. Not just because she’s your best friend, and truly, genuinely believes you guys are connected through celestial magic, but also because she knew the feeling a little too well. The heart ache, the restless feeling that takes over you when love isn’t reciprocated, the anxiety of it all. She knows what it feels like to be so close to giving up.

“You’re right,” she says. “You’re right, ___. You don’t deserve any of it. You don’t deserve having to sit through the uncertainty, you don’t deserve to be with someone that keeps you a secret. You don’t deserve to feel any of what you’ve felt in these past couple of weeks.” Her saying the words back to you hurt more than you uttering them, and it makes you realize that you were perhaps hoping she’d say the opposite. “It must’ve been horrible – to bare your heart out to him like that and not hearing it back. It must’ve been horrible to have to see him every day. For him to be completely oblivious towards your feelings.”

“Yeah.” Your words are faint, barely there.

Matter of fact, Lucy knows what it’s like to give up entirely. To completely submit yourself to what you so strongly believe is fate. She thinks of Jimin, a smile forming at her lips like muscle memory at the mere thought of him. She thinks of how deflated her heart felt the day she met him, how her pillow had been silent witness to her tears just the night before after she’d longingly stared at her computer screen, some love story making her crave what she thought could only be found in movies and fairy tales. She’d given up, yes. She’d sworn off men, had encouraged herself to be a little more realistic. To use her logic when it came to romance.

Jimin had dismantled all of that with only five words.

“Hi. I’m Jimin, and you?”

“But I don’t think you’ve tried hard enough.” Her words make you flinch, looking at her with confusion, feeling a little defensive from the get go. “Listen to me. Yes, you did the big, brave thing. You told him you loved him, you sat through the dismissal his words provoked, you cried all the tears and sang along to all the sad songs in the world. You probably watched Pride and Prejudice a couple of times, too.” It frightens you a little, how she knows you so well. “And that’s all valid. And honestly, fuck him for making you feel like that. I hope he steps on a lego, like, every day for the rest of his life. But also,” she pauses for a bit, leaning closer to you. “You didn’t talk to him. You didn’t tell him any of this that you’re telling me. Yes, he’s oblivious, but your silence basically encouraged it. Yes, he’s dense but you didn’t open up to him enough so as to know if it’s coming out of malice. Which, frankly, I don’t believe. As much as he is not on my good graces right now,” she rolls her eyes, “I don’t think he meant to… hurt you.”

“I know, but-” you don’t know, actually. Your silence proving that much and so she continues.

“That day… when he showed up at our door, I didn’t know what was happening. All I knew was that my best friend was in bed, feeling sad, and wouldn’t tell me why. And then I opened the door, and there he was, looking all… sad. I almost wanted to slam the door on his face because I knew he was the reason, it all made sense to me right then and there. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t because he looked like he knew he’d… lost something. Something he wasn’t quite sure he could get back. He looked scared. And so I let him in.”

“He did a shitty thing that day.”

“I know. It was very shitty. I truly hope the legos aren’t upside down. But,” she takes a breath, collecting her words for a second. “I guess, ever since that day I’ve been trying to decipher him. To decipher what he feels for you. It’s quite hard since, you know, you guys have to hide from the world or whatever. So I’ve taken to just… observing him. I’ve taken to looking at him when he’s looking at you. You barely notice, and I’m almost glad you don’t. I feel like if you would you’d break the little magic the moment holds. Maybe he’d shy away from the way his eyes get all shiny and he smiles in a way that lets me know he’s not really aware of it. And so a part of me is relieved, because I know that whatever it is, the feeling is pure. I went up to your bedroom yesterday because when I looked at him… he looked just the way he had that day in our front door.”

“Do you think he loves me?”

Lucy’s heart breaks a little when you ask her, ever so faintly, a question that she doesn’t think she can answer. But nonetheless, she smiles, taking your hand in hers.

“I don’t know. I don’t know if he loves you, ___. I don’t even know that he knows. Or that he can even become aware of it after all he’s been through. All I know is that you haven’t tried hard enough to figure it out. And it should never take a toll on your heart. It should never break you the way it did. But also, I think the reason why it did is because you had to carry the weight of it alone. I think… I think he would’ve at least been willing to help.”

“I don’t know, Lu…”

“Yeah. You don’t. Nobody knows. That’s the tricky side of it all. The one we run from the most because it means that we have to be even more vulnerable. Because we know we’re risking even worse of a heart break. But, could you live with yourself knowing you didn’t at least try? And I mean, really tried.”

“No.” The words come out of you before you can even think her question through.

“Then you owe yourself at least that. Not him, not even my sappy, romantic self. You.”

You smile at her, lacing your fingers through hers. “What if I try and I’d been right all along?”

“Then I’ll be here. We’ll sing Chappell Roan together and I’ll make sure to scatter the legos all over his house myself.” Her face grows proud as she says this.

You laugh. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

Soori shrieks, making you both turn, laughing at her reaction. You walk over to her, taking her in your arms as you kiss her, swaying from side to side. She whines a little bit, voice muffled with the way you squeeze her cheeks with your kisses.

“You’ll grow up and have the bestest friend ever, too, Soo Soo.”

Lucy looks at the two of you, can feel the way you radiate love. The way your whole face lights up as she brings her little chubby hand to your cheek, shrieking in excitement at your words that she doesn’t even understand, but that are coming from you. In that moment, she knows she’d given you the right advice. She knows it. She sees it.

From where she stands, the future paints itself rosy shades of pink.

You feel your heart slowly mending itself, regaining its strength as the minutes pass and you bask in the sun, in Lucy’s words of comfort and her wise advice. In Soori’s little antics as the two of you play with her, letting her dip her toes in the water on the shallow end of the pool. You lather her body in sunblock and Lucy laughs at the white patches you intentionally leave on her cheeks.

“She’s the most sensitive there,” you defend, running the lotion down her arms.

“Okay, mommy.”

“This is my job, you know? Keeping the baby safe,” you mock defensiveness.

“Oh, please. Get so very real right now, ___.”

“I am,” you laugh. “Although I will admit I do happen to love keeping the baby safe.”

She takes Soori in her arms, letting her splash about with her feet as she places her between her legs. “It’s okay, Soori. I’m the fun auntie.”

You look at them, a smile on your face as you revel in Soori’s sounds of excitement and Lucy’s tender nature towards her. You love seeing everyone melt for her, give her love and attention.

“Ah, there you guys are!”

The three of you turn around, a smiling, pyjama-clad Jimin walking towards you.

“Good morning, babe!” Lucy waves at him, bringing Soori’s little arm up, making her wave, too.

“Hi,” you say, a little shyly, all things considered.

“Good morning, ladies. Good morning, princess Soori.” He kisses Lucy’s lips, then Soori’s forehead.

“How’d you sleep,” Lucy asks him.

“Good. Would’ve been better if I hadn’t woken up to an empty bed.”

“Sorry! Got hungry. Needed breakfast real bad.”

“You guys had breakfast already?”

“We’re on baby time,” you say, looking down at Soori whose arms are reaching out for Jimin.

“Come here, baby,” he says, picking her up.

“Gahhhh, my ovaries!” Lucy’s cries are dramatic as she throws her body back, falling on the grass, making you chuckle and raise your eyebrows at her.

“Anytime, babe. I keep telling ya,” is all Jimin says, making you widen your eyes in shock.

“Quit saying that, oh my God,” she whines.

“Mr Jeon Jungkook has been looking everywhere for you,” he looks at Soori, looking at you next, “and you.”

“Oh, he’s awake?”

“Yup. I heard he had a long night,” he says, a little smirk forming at his lips. Your blush is so evident it actually makes him feel bad.

“Jimin! Leave her alone,” Lucy says, coming to her feet.

He laughs, throwing his head back. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“I’m gonna…,” you point towards the house, ready to make your exit.

“You may be excused.” Jimin’s words earn him a scowl from his girlfriend, which humors him further.

When you make your way back inside the house, you see Jungkook as he enters the living room. Eyes swollen, groggy with sleep, running a hand through his hair to try to fix his bedhead. And as much as your heart aches at the sight of him still, you also can’t help but smile, still in the high Lucy’s words had left you in.

“Hey,” you say, making him look at you. “Good morning.”

“Morning,” he walks towards you, hand reaching for yours, holding it for a second, squeezing before he’s letting go. The act alone is so gentle you think you could cry. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

You shrug. “Wanted to let you sleep in for a bit.”

“I should’ve let you sleep in.”

You shake your head, smiling at him. “It’s okay. We’ve been having a nice morning. Lucy joined us, we had breakfast outside. They’re by the pool now. I lathered her in sunscreen, don't worry.”

He smiles. “Thank you.”

You look around for a second, finding a door next to the hallway that leads to the kitchen. “What’s in there?”

He follows your line of vision. “A wine cellar.”

“Can we go there? Just for a minute,” you ask, and although your question makes him curious he simply nods, letting you lead the way.

The door gives way to a spiral staircase, a bit narrow and small. You hold onto the railing, a particular yet pleasant smell invading your senses as you begin to descend. It’s woodsy, a little musky and fruity. It’s a bit chilly, too.

“You’re really into wine,” you tell him, eyeing the many shelves stacked with bottles of all kind. White, red, pink, a couple of bottles of champagne.

“Yeah,” he says, looking around, too. “I guess I’ve become my father.”

You laugh. “I like that about you.”

“What? That I’ve become my father?”

“No!” you say and he laughs at your reaction. “That you know a lot about wines.”

“Hm,” he hums, grabbing you by the waist and bringing you closer. “I can teach you if you want.”

“Go on.”

“Okay, so, the temperature in this room remains at a perfect 12 degrees celsius at all times. This prevents the wine from oxidizing,” his words falter a bit as you bring your hands to his hair, fingers massaging his scalp gently as you listen intently. “The cooling system is quite particular because it keeps the humidity in the air at a steady 60%. The temperature the wine is stored in really affects the complexity and balance of the-,” he groans in satisfaction as your fingers hit a particularly sensitive spot. “Wine.”

“Jungkook,” you look up at him, eyes dreamy and hazy.

“___,” his voice hold the same nature.

“Can you kiss me? Can,” you sigh, “can we kiss, a little, right now?”

“Yeah, baby. We can kiss a little right now.”

Your eyes lock on his, blinking slowly as you take in the way he takes you in. His eyes are shiny, and they smile before his lips do. You close your eyes, falling into him a bit before he’s catching you with his lips on yours. His hand comes up to your cheek, fingers snaking through your locks of hair as he brings you closer, sighing against your mouth. Your arms wrap around his waist, hands coming up inside his shirt, his skin warm at your touch. His teeth close around your bottom lip and you give him full access to your mouth, tongue meeting his, but it’s ever so slow. Tender, almost.

It sort of dawns on him right then and there, something he’d been missing from you, making him realize that this is the most he’s gotten of you in a while. And he doesn’t mean your body, or your touch, or a kiss. No. He means the way you fall into him, the way you look at him, the way you ask him for affection in that way that he loves, so supple and pliant, almost shy. The way you hug him to you feels different, only there’s nothing different about it, it’s just been a long time. Jungkook can’t make much of it, mind too wrapped around your lips, just like his mouth, but it doesn’t miss him, how much he’s missed you and how suddenly the realization hits.

“You want breakfast?” you part your lips from his and he pouts with his eyes still closed.

“I was in the middle of it.”

You laugh, shoving him playfully. “We can’t hide in the wine cellar forever.”

“All I need is, like,” he presses his hips against yours, “twenty minutes.”

You gasp. “Jungkook!”

“I just woke up! You took advantage of my vulnerable state.”

You roll your eyes. “I just wanted to kiss you a little.”

“Fine,” he huffs, mocking annoyance, the frown between his eyebrows falling when you put your lips on his one last time.

Perhaps you’re playing with fire. Perhaps you’re stalling, buying yourself time before you have to put your plan in action, before you have to do the real hard work, thread the words needed to do it all. The courage, too. Perhaps you’re savoring the moment just in case this is your last. You try not to think about it too much, staying in the bliss you just put yourself in. You decide you’ll tell him once you’re both back from the beach. On tuesday, when he comes home from work. You’ll have time to craft a sensible plan, find the right words, benefit from Lucy’s sound advice a little longer.

Yes. Tuesday it is.

“What are the plans for today?” you ask as you make your way up the stairs.

“Pool party, burgers and, me personally, winning every game of Badminton.”

You laugh, nodding your head slowly. “I’ll be rooting for you.”

“Aw,” he coos. “My little cheerleader.”

“I can hear your thoughts, Jeon.”

“I can see you in a mini skirt, ___.”

“Hey, I might. Just for you,” you say, looking back at him as you make your way to the kitchen.

“Ah, you spoil me.”

You turn around, pointing a finger at him. “That’s true actually.”

“That’s true actually,” he mimics your voice when he says this, making you shove him playfully and open your mouth in shock.

“Dada!” Soori’s sweet voice makes him turn around, a big smile on his face as she enters the living room in Jimin’s arms.

“There you are, my little princess!” She falls into his arms the moment he’s close enough for her to, wrapping her chubby arms around his neck. “Aw, thank you, baby. You’re so sweet. Good morning.”

“Nana,” she says, pointing at you. Lucy and Jimin smile, although you don’t notice, too hyper fixated on Soori.

“You wanna go with Nana?” Jungkook leans over towards you, handing her over before he’s pulling away playfully. She whines. “Alright, alright. I’m sorry,” he says, laughing.

“Come here,” you tell her, arms outstretched and she falls into them swiftly. She giggles some, clapping two times before she’s turning back to Jungkook, shooting grabby hands at him.

“That’s what I thought.” He takes her into his arms.

You gasp, feigning offense. “Traitor!”

“You guys are cute.” Jimin voices his thoughts out loud, unable to contain them as he takes the sweet scene in. He doesn’t voice how happy it makes him, though. He doesn’t tell you guys that seeing the three of you together like that makes him feel like he’d found the last piece of the puzzle – one he couldn’t when Ira was around and his expectations of seeing his best friend in a loving family dynamic sort of tumbled when she wouldn’t play her part.

Jungkook looks over at him, smiling as he bounces Soori in his arms, whose already looking at you like she’s about to betray him this time. He smiles, silently agreeing with his friend, almost as if he understood what he was thinking. Almost like he was feeling it, too.

“A tankini? Really, ___?”

“It’s cute! Plus, it’s appropriate for the job. Soori tends to tug at my clothes at times, I can’t wear a bikini.”

“No, no. I get that much,” Lucy says, “but a tankini?”

“It was on sale!”

“You get away with too much by being drop dead gorgeous and having the face of an angel.”

“Your compliments won’t make me want to wear my tankini any less.”

“I beg of you, don’t wear the tankini.”

“But it’s pink,” you protest, spirit a bit deflated although you know she’s kind of right.

“May I?” She points at your suitcase and you nod, plopping down on the bed a little dramatically. “Okay, I see the potential,” she says, throwing shirts and dresses around. “This!” She holds a white strapless one piece swimsuit. It’s one of your favorites – simple but cute.

“That one gives me a wedgie.”

“Something’s got to give!” She throws the bathing suit at you. “Also, don’t blame the swimsuit blame your thiccy.”

“Did you just call my ass thiccy?”

“Yeah, I got it from Jimin.”

“Ew,” you say, looking at her. “Ew.”

“Here,” she says, throwing an oversized blue button up shirt your way.

“What about pants?”

“Use that as a dress!” You’re about to protest, “and that’s final.”

You throw a firm nod her way. The shirt was long enough to pass as semi-modest so you opt out of protesting.

“So,” she says, sitting on the spot you’d left empty on the bed as you begin to change. “Have you decided about when to talk to him?”

“Yeah,” you say, pulling the bathing suit up your body. “Tuesday. Tuesday after he comes home from work. I’ll have it all perfectly rehearsed in my head.”

Lucy smiles. “That’s good. The both of you will be well rested after this weekend and you’ll be able to have a sensible talk.”

“Yeah, exactly!”

“Do try to, you know, sleep at night.”

“Shut up. I’m feeling fine! Running on caffeine and adrenaline, but fine.”

She laughs. “Ready?”

“Ready!”

“Let’s go.”

“Wait,” you say, making her turn around, confused. She lets out a nod of understanding when she sees you grabbing Mingyu’s sweater, which you’d neatly folded to give back to him.

“Everything’s gonna be okay,” she reassures. “It’s gonna be a good day!”

“God willing, Lucy Lu. God willing.”

You sigh, giving yourself a little pep talk for courage before you exit the room, ready to take on the day.

The rest of the morning, as well as the beginning of the afternoon, had really catered to your inner child. Yes, it was your job to take care of Soori but the rest of the kids seemed to love you just as much and so your hands had been full. You’d swam in the pool with them, built sandcastles, played mermaids and even had a little water balloon fight that seemed to interest both the children and the adults alike. By the time noon hit and Jungkook and Taehyung were starting to roll the burgers around, you’d been convinced to sit at the kid’s table. Which wasn’t a table per say, as they’d wanted to have a little picnic and so you’d found yourself sitting on one of the many beach towels they’d retrieved from inside to make their own picnic blanket.

It’d been sweet and fun, exactly what you needed after having to walk down memory lane this morning. And in a way, it added to the lighthearted mood you’d ended up your talk with Lucy in. Kids were easy – well, kids came easy to you. You found them to be less complex than people gave them credit for. They were easily entertained as long as you were willing to step inside their little world, which at times played out to be more entertaining than your own.

By the time 3 p.m. rolled around you could start feeling the shift in atmosphere, though. They were exhausted, you included, as a sleepy Soori fuzzed about in your arms.

“I think it’s time for a nap, kiddos,” Mai says, her words followed by whines of protest from the kids.

Sun acts as the voice of reason, though, as she says, “but can we keep playing afterwards, auntie Mai?” she pleads, turning to you, “will you still play with us after nap time, ___? Pleeeeease.”

“Of course,” you tell her, free hand caressing her hair. “Plus, it’d be funner then because you guys will have more energy.”

“I am a little tired,” Dae says, his Rs running a bit, making him sound ten times more adorable.

“See? We all need a nap. You guys can go inside the play room and make it a little mid-day pj party, how about that?” Mai’s idea comes as a success, the kids jumping with excitement, some even hugging her. She turns to you, voice a whisper when she says, “I’m kinda badass at this.”

Your lips form a pout and you nod at her. “You are.”

She smiles at you before she’s officially on nap duty, gathering all the kids and bringing them inside the house. You bounce Soori in your arms, her eyes half closed already, head wobbly as she fights to stay awake. You give her a kiss on the cheek, making your way to the sunbeds where the boys are drinking beers and talking about some game they’d watched the night prior, the team scoring the winning goal only three minutes before the game was over.

“___!” Jin says the moment he sees you, making them all turn their heads in your direction. “Aren’t you god sent? I think my kids like you more than me today.”

“My kid likes her more than me at least once a week,” Taehyung says, smiling at you.

“Thank you, thank you. I do birthdays, weddings, baptisms.” You say, making them all roar out in laughter.

“You do have that midas touch when it comes to kids, ___.” Hobi tells you, leaning back and taking a sip of his beer.

“I probably enjoyed that more than they did.” You smile, feeling a bit shy under their praise.

Jungkook smiles, feigning a casual front as he takes a sip of his beer, eyes on you. Wet hair, a little ruffled from the day’s activities. A big blue shirt that’s mostly wet, too, and that bathing suit that as modest as he knows you tried to aim for, does very little to keep him away from what he knows is underneath. Your cheeks are officially crimson and your body golden. He can’t help it when his eyes travel down, the softness of your skin drawing him in. You’re nothing if not perfect and if he were to reach out, he could run his hand down your leg. Not sexually, per say. Just… touch. Touch so as to let you know what he thinks. What he feels.

He composes himself for a second before his eyes are on Soori. “She ready for a nap?”

“Yup.” You nod at him, looking at Soori under your nose. She smiles and when you follow her line of vision you see that it’s Yoongi and his silly faces that pull it out of her. “I can go put her down, if you want.”

“No, let’s go together,” he says, standing up, coming down to kiss her chubby cheek. He turns to his friends one last time, bowing before saying, “gentlemen, I’ll be back. Take this time to decide who’s ass I’m beating next in Badminton.”

As you turn around and walk towards the house, you can’t help but laugh at the remarks that follow, his friends absolutely going ham on him, all lighthearted blows he opts to ignore with a chuckle of his own.

“You’re like the meme of the girl standing in front of the burning house.”

He looks at you, frowning in confusion. “Excuse me, what?”

“Oh my God, you’ve never seen the meme of the girl standing in front of the burning house?”

“No, but that sounds horrible. Was she okay?” You laugh as you turn to him, noticing the way real concern laces his features.

“It’s funny! It’s like a cult favorite, too. I’m pretty sure it’s been around for a while. Like back in the 9GAG days. You know, B.C.” You smirk his way, not missing the way he rolls his eyes at you.

“Hey, I loved 9GAG. It was funny.”

“Of course you did.”

You step inside the house, walking in front of him and laughing when he pauses in his steps and says, “what’s wrong with 9GAG?”

“Nothing,” you tell him, smiling and dragging him upstairs by the arm. “It’s always an honor to be in the presence of people that have witnessed history.”

“Shut the fuck up,” he tells you, chuckling at your little bout of wittiness.

You make it inside of Soori’s nursery, promptly changing her diaper and getting her into a pair of dry pyjamas. She falls asleep halfway into this, making you both laugh and bask in a quiet satisfaction at realizing just how much fun she’d been having. When you put her in her crib, you take a second to just look at her, neither of you saying much, simply taking her in.

“She’s perfect, huh,” you whisper.

“She’s so perfect,” he whispers back.

Jungkook smiles at her before turning to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and kissing your cheek. It all feels… domestic. Tender, lovely and sweet. The knot in your stomach that’d been growing bigger and bigger for the past couple of weeks begins to break, slowly, releasing a small army of butterflies that seem to both excite and calm your nerves. You kiss his cheek, basking in the bliss his proximity brings.

“Let’s go back,” you tell him, “you have asses to kick.”

He smiles, lips coming to yours in a quick peck. “You should relax. Drink some wine with the girls, get some sun.”

“If I have one sip of wine and lay by the sun I’ll probably end up like her,” you say, looking down at Soori.

“Do it, baby. I got her.”

The knot breaks entirely, wings fluttering violently as they’re freed after so long.

You’re in love.

You’d taken Jungkook’s advice, laying on the sunbeds with the girls, glass of wine in hand as you snack on the fruit platter Mai and Seulgi had prepared. You’d even fallen asleep for all of fifteen minutes, which had recharged your battery more than you’d originally thought. You’d think it’d be quieter with all the kids sleeping, but the boys and their very serious game of Badminton kept the ambiance just as loud as before. At one point, you’d all taken the roles of spectators and cheerleaders, rooting for your competitor of choice. Jungkook won, yet again, and you didn’t miss the smile he shot your way, overly confident in his skills. Overly confident in his ability to pull reactions out of you. This one in particular he’d found adorable, seeing the way you flustered at his actions, hiding your face in your hands for a second before you went back to feigning nonchalance.

Now you were all scattered around. Some in the pool, some by the beach, a couple of you still in the sunbeds, soft music playing from the speakers. It was rather blissful, if you were being honest.

You’re in the middle of small, lazy talk with Mai when you suddenly remember,

“Oh, I have to get Soori’s swimming diapers. She ran out but Jungkook said he had spare ones somewhere…”

“Oh, yeah,” Mai says, “he keeps them in the pool house. Go inside the bathroom, they should be in one of the drawers.”

You smile at her, thanking her before you’re making your way to the small, white house that sat at the end of the big backyard. Making your way inside you see that it’s mostly for storage. Floaties, surfboards, spare sunbeds. You notice that the door to the bathroom is open slightly, but don’t make much of it as you walk towards it. Both you and Jungkook let out a loud scream when he appears by the door frame.

“Holy fuck.” You whisper yell, hand on your mouth.

“You scared the living shit out of me.” His own hand comes to his chest, leaning against the counter and steadying his breathing.

“Me? You scared the living shit out of me! Why are you in there with the lights off like a crazy person?”

“Why didn’t you turn the lights on when you came in like a normal person?”

You both stare at each other for a second too long before you’re breaking out in laughter.

“I came to get Soori’s diapers,” you tell him, mid-chuckle.

He raises his hand, showing you a handful of diapers. “Me too.”

“Ah,” you say, walking closer to him. “Great minds think alike.”

“Mhm,” he leans against the counter once again as you stand in front of him. “My heart’s beating so fast, dude.”

You laugh. “You’re so dramatic, dude.”

“Hey, you can’t dude me.”

You roll your eyes at him playfully. “Fine. You’re so dramatic, Jungkookie.”

“I’m not! Look,” he takes your hand in his, bringing it to his bare chest and placing it over his heart. He’s still wet from the pool, skin warm from the sun. His heart is beating a little irregularly, you must admit.

“I’m sorry,” you say, adding to the drama of it all as your voice grows soft. “I’ll put a bell around my neck the next time so I don’t startle you.”

“Ha ha, funny.”

“Oh, I am.”

You can’t explain it, but the air shifts around you. Jungkook can’t explain it either, but he welcomes it.

“Yeah?”

You smile, cheeks growing red for whatever reason. Or perhaps for all the right reasons. He can dismantle you with a few words and that’s one your favorites by far.

“Yeah,” you breathe, eyes growing heavy as his own look into yours. In a matter of seconds they’re landing on your lips. And then he’s kissing you.

The kiss holds the same nature this morning’s had, perhaps a little less playful. A little more intentional. Like you’re both finding a means to an end just so you can bask in the journey of getting there. When you sigh into his lips, Jungkook brings you closer, hand on your cheek as he parts your lips with his tongue. The kiss grows heady, your fingers carding through his wet locks and his hands land on your waist, squeezing some before he’s turning you around until you’re leaning on the counter. The swiftness with which he handles your body has a moan escaping your lips and he feels the way you smile against his mouth. He pushes his hips into yours, drunk on you already, determined to pull those little sounds out of you.

“Wait,” you say, parting your lips from his, laughing a little when you see his flustered state, lips red and swollen in his signature pout. “What if someone walks in?” He smiles, eyes not leaving yours as he leans to the side and closes the door, locking it in a beat. He’s about to kiss you again but you interrupt him. “Soori?”

“Baby monitor in my back pocket.” He kisses you. “We’ve got like, twenty minutes give or take.”

You laugh, kissing him back, arms wrapping around his neck as you breathe into the kiss in giddy anticipation. “Think you can make me cum in twenty minutes give or take?”

He pulls away, but it’s only an inch. He scowls, a smile on his lips that takes your breath away. “Is that a challenge?”

The air shifts yet again, air growing dense this time. “Yeah,” is all you can muster.

“What do I get?”

You hum, pretending you’re deep in thought. “Me?”

“I’ll do it in ten.”

You laugh, sweet music to his ears and his smile meets yours in a kiss. It’s deeper this time, grows sloppy soon enough and Jungkook wastes no time as his hand cups your tits over your bathing suit, grunting a bit at the fabric getting in the way before he’s pulling it down in one swift movement. He brings his mouth to your nipple, expert little sucks that have you throwing your head back as your fingers pull at his hair. You lean back, head hitting the mirror as your breathing grows heavier. When you come back up, you push him back with a hand to his chest as you come to stand in front of him. You erase the frown from his face the moment he sees the way you roll the white fabric of your swimsuit down your legs, leaning back against the counter.

“Better than the mini skirt,” he says, towering over you as he pushes his hands against the counter.

You bite your lip, smiling at him with dark eyes before you’re turning around, your hands falling in front of you, tits pressing together as you push your ass back against him. You look at his reflection on the mirror, giggle a bit when you catch him staring, lust filled eyes scanning over your body.

“Like what you see?” your voice is teasing, cocky even, and it comes to no surprise when Jungkook’s firm hand comes to your waist, holding you in place before he delivers a hard smack to your ass. The pain translates to pleasure in a brief yet delicious second, eyes closing as you moan and bring your body forward. His hand lingers for a while, softer this time as he caresses the warm skin before his fingers travel south, parting your slit and drawing lazy circles against your clit.

“You’re so wet, baby.”

“Fuck, I am,” you pant, head lolling forward as you breathe into his touch.

“You’re a little brat today,” he says, matter of factly, staring at your reflection in the mirror as his fingers expertly pull little moans from your lips.

You look up at him, fucked out eyes pleading, “need you inside me.”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Yes,” your words get caught up in a whiny moan when he pushes two fingers inside of you. “Please.”

“That’s more like it. So pretty when you ask nicely.”

His eyes don't leave yours and you see the way he pushes his swim shorts down slightly, wrapping a hand around his cock before he’s lining himself against your entrance. He teases your hole with the head, smirking at the way you squirm in his hold at the mere action. He wishes he could tease you further, but Jungkook’s time is limited and he knows that much. He pushes his cock inside of you, gasping when he bottoms out. His hips pick up the pace right away, wasting no time as he starts fucking you the way he does when all he wants is to make you cum, perfectly angled so he hits all the right places repeatedly.

“Fuck, that feels so good, baby,” you mumble, words breaking at the intensity of his thrusts. You close your eyes, try to steady your breathing out but he has other plans as his hand wraps around your neck, pulling you up some as his fingers close around your throat.

“Keep your eyes open.”

He looks at you through the reflection in the mirror, takes you in as he fucks you, a low groan escaping his lips when he feels you clench around him. His face contorts in pleasure, a grin pulling at his lips when he realizes you’re already close. The hand that wraps around your throat tightens, applying more pressure at the flesh, making you feel a bit lightheaded in the most perfect way, aiding to the way your senses zero in on him and the way he makes you feel. You know you’re close the moment your tummy tenses, his cock massaging your g-spot with each push and pull of his hips.

“Oh my God,” you breathe out, hand clasping around his own as you make him press harder. “Don’t stop.”

He moans at your actions, at the way you beg for more with your body when your words fail. He keeps that exact pace up, thumb and middle finger pressing into your throat a bit deeper, just the right amount to have your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your body falling back into him, head on his shoulder as you cum around his cock with a silent moan. The sight before him feels straight out of the craziest of his wet dreams and it makes his cock throb inside of you as your walls milk him through your orgasm.

Your body shakes a bit as you fall on top of the counter, your hand coming to his hip to get him to stop moving for a second as you cringe a bit in overstimulation.

“Victory is sweet,” he says, bringing his hand to your back, fingers running down your spine in a soothing manner.

You smile at him. “I was confident all along. Just needed an excuse to get you to fuck me.”

“Aw, baby. All you had to do was ask.”

He pulls your body up, hands on your hips as he turns you around and sits you back on the counter. He lets out a low grunt when he pushes his cock back inside you, your pussy pulling him in right away and he knows he won’t last long.

“Fuck, you feel so good.”

You giggle, brains completely fucked out before you say, “we’re having a quickie in the bathroom.”

Jungkook scoffs, hands closing around your tits, hips thrusting into you slower, letting himself enjoy it. His head falls, eyes fixed on the way his cock pushes inside of you, moaning at the sight alone. His gaze travels up, taking you in. It’s so hot inside the bathroom he can feel the way his body sticks to yours every time he fucks into you. A single drop of sweat falls from your chest, traveling between your tits before it lands on your navel. His eyes close in a mix of bliss, disbelief and pleasure.

“You’re so sexy, baby. Shit, I’m so close.”

“Cum for me, Kook. Need it so bad.”

Your arms wrap around his neck, bringing him closer to you as you kiss him, lips locked in his as he breathes out into the kiss, little whines leaving him as he lets himself fall into the feeling completely. You become conscious of him, let yourself enjoy him in this state, when he’s so close to letting go he grows a little desperate, hands all over yours, needy sounds passing his lips, hips lazily moving into you.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he says against your lips, pulling away so he can bury his head down the crook of your neck. He gets carried away – too carried away. His cock throbs inside of you, hips slowing down their pace as his body tenses for a second. He’s about to let himself relax, let himself cum, and it’s then that he realizes he’s still inside of you. “Fuck.” he looks down, pulling out and wrapping a hand around his cock, pumping once before he’s cumming on your leg. You bring a hand to your mouth when you notice, trying to muffle your laughter. “Shit, that was close.”

“Yeah,” you say, bringing his face to yours. “Got carried away?”

“Yeah. Completely let go of the principles of conception for a good minute.”

You laugh. “No conception would’ve taken place. It would’ve been a creampie at the max.”

“Don’t say the word creampie, my dick just jumped and we can’t go again.”

“You’re such a boy,” you say, bringing your lips to his.

“I’m a man,” he protests, words muffled by your kiss.

“Mm, yeah you are. You’re also a daddy so let’s get those diapers inside.”

“Don’t say the D-word, my dick just jumped for real and we really can’t go again.”

“Oh my God. You’re so filthy minded!”

You push him off of you playfully, pulling his shorts up before you’re doing the same with your previously discarded swimsuit, jumping a bit as you roll it past your ass. Jungkook smirks at your struggle.

“Mmmm,” he hums. “Do that again.”

“Have I ever told you you’re an ass man?”

“I’m a you man, baby.”

“Shut up.”

“Shut me up.”

“Oh my God!”

You both laugh at your flustered state that only seems to edge him on further, but it’s short lived. Your hands land on the door knob of the pool house at the same time, making you giggle before your smiles are falling as you realize that you’re about to do the walk of shame and have no idea how to get out of it.

“Shit,” you say.

“Shit, indeed,” he says back.

To your fortune, the walk of shame isn’t that bad. It isn’t bad at all, actually. The kids had woken up from their naps and had everyone’s attention so nobody noticed your absence much. To your misfortune (and Jungkook’s) it doesn’t take you long to realize that Mingyu keeps Dae entertained as they play around with water guns.

Jungkook lets out a big sigh that you don’t miss before he’s clearing his throat and saying, “hey, bro. You made it.”

“Hey,” he says, a little too giddy for his friend’s liking. “Yeah, sorry I’m late. Went on a hike this morning, could barely move afterwards.” He waves at you, a smile on his face.

“Gotta work on that stamina,” Jungkook says, mostly playfully with a little hint of something else.

“You should come with me the next time, we can work on it together,” he bites back, no hint of anything but playfulness in his words.

His eyes land back on yours and you give him a tight lipped smile, taking the diapers from Jungkook’s hands before you’re letting him know that you’re gonna go get Soori. He smiles, feels the need to pull you closer, give you a kiss in front of everyone, take your hand in his. Anything. But he doesn’t. He just nods and then you’re on your way. He doesn’t miss the way his friend’s eyes scan over your body, a stupid smile plastered all over his face that makes his blood boil a little.

You don’t really notice it, though, making your way inside the house and going up the stairs to make it to Soori’s room. She’s awake, jumping a little when she sees you walk inside the room.

“Hi, baby,” you coo. “Did you have a good nap? Are you ready to keep having fun?”

“Nana,” she whines, making grabby hands at you.

“Come here.” You get her out of the crib, taking her to her changing table before you’re getting her swimming diapers on and putting her in a clean swimsuit with cute daisies printed all over it. “You’re so cute.” You kiss her cheeks repeatedly until she gets ticklish, pushing you away as she cackles.

You sit her against your hip before you exit her nursery, walking the long hallways and going down the stairs as you sing her a little song she babbles along to. It’s then that you brave yourself for what you’re about to do, walking inside the kitchen, quickly finding Mingyu’s sweater that you’d left on top of the breakfast table this morning. It’ll be quick and harmless. You’ll just hand it over to him, thank him and go about your business.

It’s a good plan. A great plan even. It’s also a plan that crashes down before it can even take off as you see him make his way inside the kitchen.

“And so we meet again.” He smiles when he sees you, looking down at Soori and smiling even wider.

“Hey,” you say, a bit nervously.

“Came to get some beers, the boys are out.” He walks closer to you, hand coming down to rest on top of Soori’s head as he caresses her hair softly. “Hi Soo Soo.” She smiles, falling into his arms as quickly as he reaches them out towards her. It’s in that moment that you realize that he’s closer to Jungkook than you’d originally thought. He has to be if Soori’s this comfortable around him.

“Thank you,” you say, passing his sweater over to him.

“No worries. Sure you don’t wanna keep it? It’s gonna be just as chilly tonight.”

“No, that’s okay.”

“You kinda disappeared last night,” he says, bouncing Soori on his hip, looking down at her so as to not have to look at you when he says this.

“Yeah, I was really tired, couldn’t get to bed soon enough.”

“It was nice getting to talk to you. I was looking forward to today… just so we could do it again.” He laughs a little, shaking his head at his words. He doesn’t mind your silence, though. “I was thinking… maybe we could grab a coffee when we’re back in the city?”

“Coffee,” you say, and he can’t tell if it’s a question or a statement.

“Or dinner! Or a movie, or something. Just… hang out. Get to know each other.”

“I’m sorry… I- I don’t think that’s gonna work.”

He smiles. “Yeah, perhaps me asking you this right now isn’t the smartest move, huh?” He looks down at Soori. You’re silent yet again. “Perhaps I’ll leave it up to fate.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. Perhaps we’ll bump into each other in some random place like the grocery store or in the middle of a really busy street and… I’ll ask you again. And perhaps you’ll say yes.”

You feel bad. You feel bad because as dense as you might be when it comes to receiving attention, you don’t fail to see that he likes you. Genuinely, sincerely likes you. Or at least likes the idea of you enough to want to pursue it further and get to know you.

“Or hey,” he says, making you look into his eyes again. “Maybe I’ll make my own fate.”

“Sorry what,” Jungkook’s head turns so fast he’s sure he’s given himself whiplash, grateful to not have taken the sip of beer he’d planned on the moment he started talking because he’s sure he would’ve spat it out.

Mingyu’s idea of making his own fate was… something, to say the least. And so there he was, next to Jungkook as they both started the fire for the grill, asking him to be his wingman.

“I mean, perhaps it was a bit wrong of me to ask her out while she’s on, you know,” he says, looking at Jungkook and pointing at him with the tongs, “the clock and whatnot. But fuck I don’t know. She’s just so-” he sees the way Jungkook looks at him in shock and it makes him chuckle. “Am I making any sense right now?”

“No.”

“Yesterday- we hit it off. But you know, it was casual. We barely got to know each other in a,” he pauses for a second, and every pause makes Jungkook’s blood boil further. “Deeper level. So I tried to not look into it that much. But then I got home and got in bed and all I could think about was her. Like, fuck, I felt eighteen again. She’s so beautiful. She’s so fucking sweet. And so I knew it couldn’t end there. So I just asked her out.”

“When?”

“In the kitchen, when I went to get the beers. She was giving me my sweater back and I thought to myself, might as well.”

“And what did she say,” Jungkook asks.

“She said no. She said she doesn’t think it’s gonna work.” Jungkook lets out a breath he very much knew he was holding. “But I blame myself for that. I mean, I get why she wouldn’t agree to it right now. She’s technically on the clock, like I said, and I get why it could be perceived as inappropriate.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook says, eyes a little lost, quite literally begging for the earth to swallow him.

“But that’s where you come into the picture.”

“How exactly do I come into the picture,” he says, but what he really thinks is, I already am in the picture, dumbass. She’s mine. He also realizes this would be an extremely childish thing of him to say.

“Well, you know, we’ve been friends for so long. You can put in a good word for me, sort of encourage her to-”

“You want me to encourage my nanny into going on a date with my friend?” His words have edge to it but Jungkook doesn’t care anymore, not that Mingyu seems to notice, too caught up in the visions of a future with you he’s formed inside his head.

“Well, when you put it like that it sounds like a lawsuit waiting to happen, I get it,” Jungkook scoffs. “But, you know, maybe you could do it in a lighthearted manner. Like, yeah he’s a great guy! You totally deserve to be happy! You know, kinda like… a brotherly figure. Yeah! That’s it!”

“You’re fucking insane.” Now he really doesn’t care that his words have bite to them. And Mingyu’s head is still way up in the clouds for him to notice they do.

He chuckles. “Maybe I am. But she’s…,” his eyes find you in the crowd, “different. She’s special you know?”

Yes, I know, is what Jungkook wants to say. But instead he says nothing.

Mingyu looks back at him. “But hey, I’ll find a way. I’m telling you, man. This was written in the stars. Luck is on my side. Then you can play cupid,” he says, patting his back.

Jungkook laughs faintly. Not because anything’s funny, but because he’s glad the conversation is over.

“I’ll be right back.”

“Sure, I’ll get this started,” Mingyu says, motioning to the grill.

Jungkook tries to stop it, but he can’t help it. He feels the way his heart constricts inside his chest. He’s angry, furious even, but he can’t do anything to release said anger. He had to sit through that conversation and pretend like his friend’s words were only fucked up because he was trying to get with his nanny, not because he was trying to get with his-

Girlfriend.

Jungkook wants to call you his girlfriend but he knows he can’t. He knows he has no right to call you that because you aren’t his girlfriend. Because Taehyung was right – you guys weren’t exclusive. You didn’t owe him anything. Not a title he hadn’t asked for. Nor loyalty. Nothing. If you wanted to, you could very well accept Mingyu’s proposal. He was there, at your disposal, and perhaps even in ways Jungkook hadn’t been. He’d been straightforward with you. Bold, even. Jungkook almost had to admire it. He’d gone up to you and simply… asked you out. Showed interest, shot his shot. He liked you. He liked you and Jungkook knew he liked you in a way that you deserved. The realization sinks into him, a punch that knocks the air out of him as he makes his way through the garden and out into the beach.

He’s so caught up in his own thoughts that he doesn’t notice you noticing him. But you do. You notice the way he talks to Mingyu, see the way his eyes grow darker with each passing second. You see the way he pushes the anger that threatens to leave him away. See the way he makes his way through the garden, steps a bit lost, like he doesn’t know where he’s going. You see the way his face falls with every step until they land in what you can only describe as sadness. The moment he’s out of sight, you excuse yourself from the conversation you’d halfheartedly been in, and go after him.

He faces the ocean, takes in the sun as it begins to set, the air growing colder around him, the breeze making the waves choppier before they break at his feet. His mind is blank now and he’s almost grateful, his thoughts unable to attack him any further. All he can focus on is the sky turning colors and the ache that grows inside his chest.

“Jungkook.”

Your voice is a whisper that gets caught up in the wind and for a second you think he doesn’t hear you, but then he’s turning his head around, eyes on yours as you make your way to him. The sand feels heavy on your feet, almost like it wants to stop you. But once you’re face to face with him he smiles. He smiles and you almost want to buy it but you know it’s not fully there. Nonetheless, you smile back. Your lips pulling up with the same nature as his.

“Hi,” he says, looking at you for what the eternity of a second can hold before his gaze is back to the blue of the sea and the pink of the sky.

“What happened?” You don’t have to pretend like you don’t know something did. You see the way he smiles again, only this time it holds something more. Bitterness, perhaps.

He doesn’t look at you when he says, “Mingyu told me.”

“Told you what?”

“About him asking you out… he really likes you, you know?”

“Jungkook, I’m sorry. I- I said no. I told him-”

“I know,” he says, and it’s soft, holds no anger or resentment. “I guess that I’m just realizing that if you hadn’t said no… I couldn’t really hold it against you.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Your voice grows faint, a silent plea. You want him to look at you.

“I can’t pretend like you owe me anything. And that’s on me, I guess. No- I know. I know it’s on me. And so I guess it’s catching up to me.”

You scoff, turning your face away from his, your own gaze fixated on the sea. The sky paints itself orange. You wrap your arms around your body, shaking your head in disbelief.

“You still don’t get it, do you?”

He’s silent, and for once you welcome it. You don’t think the words you say next could leave you if he weren’t. And although brave, your voice is soft when you say,

“Jungkook, I love you.” You feel it when his eyes are on you. “I love you,” you shrug, a faint laugh leaving your lips. “I love you in the heat of the moment and I love you in the warmth of it. I love you when it’s cold. I love you when it’s freezing, even. I love you. And you don’t get it still. And perhaps I should try and find better words in hopes that you’d understand but I’m afraid that all I have is…,”

You pause, look into his eyes.

“I love you.”

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thatonegenshinsimp · 2 years ago

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Homework Part 2 (Modern AU fem!reader NSFW)

Part 1 here

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Characters: Childe, Diluc, Aether, Albedo, Kaeya, Alhaitham

Warnings: NSFW, dom!reader, sub!reader, fem!reader, cursing, riding (sex position), squirting, clothed sex, spanking (Kaeya), creampie, slight semi-public sex (Kaeya), dacryphilia

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Childe

Childe was finishing up the last bit of an assignment for one of his classes when you walked in, having just woken up. It was nighttime by now, and you had been asleep because you’d decided to take a nap. You were wearing one of his shirts, which was hanging off of one of your shoulders. You walked over and sat on his lap, resting your head against his chest. “Mmm… how long have I been asleep?” You asked, looking up at him. He ruffled your hair gently as a smile appeared on his face. "You've been out for a little over three hours. Sorry I didn't wake you up sooner." he replied, looking down at you. You were always so adorable whenever you were half asleep like this. You moved on his lap to get comfortable, and were about to fall asleep when you felt him roll his hips against yours. You opened one of your eyes and looked up at him, mumbling to yourself before he leaned down and spoke.

“If you keep moving, I’m not going to be able to control myself for much longer.” He whispered, his voice low and smooth as it hit your ears. You looked up at him before you spoke. “Who said you had to control yourself?” You asked, your face reddening as he reached up under the skirt and hooked his thumbs under your underwear. “You sure you wanna do this right now? You look pretty tired.” He asked, his voice suddenly turning soft again. You nodded, gripping his shirt as you lifted your hips and watched as he threw the underwear on the floor. You kept your hips lifted before feeling him press against your entrance. You whined softly when he slowly slid in, your grip on his shirt tightening. Childe slowly rolled his hips against yours as you tried to take all of him, sighing softly when he finally bottomed out, pressing his hips tightly against yours. “Shh, stay still, hnn~ I still gotta finish my work.” He said, causing you to nod. You sat still and waited for him to finish, slowly adjusting to him as he worked. You still felt sleepy, and subconsciously rocked your hips against his. You hid your face in his chest, continuing to rock your hips against his. “Hey, what did I- Ngh~ what did I say? I need to- ahn~” he moaned softly, such a pretty noise to your ears, which now burned redder than roses. “I’ll take a break- hnng~” he muttered, before setting down his pencil and gently placing his hands on your hips. You felt his grip tighten on your hips as he lifted you up and dropped you back down on his lap. His tip knocked against your cervix, causing you to moan loudly against his chest. “AHh~ Mng~ Ajax!” You squealed, before he started moving faster. You could only hold onto his shoulders as he kept thrusting up into you, hitting all the right spots as you saw stars. “There you go, just let me take it from here, pretty thing.” He cooed, lifting one of your legs to get a better angle. You felt him hit that one spot that made you see stars, and cried out loudly as he kept going, hitting that spot over and over. Your eyes rolled back and your tongue lolled out of your mouth as you came, squirting all over his lap. Your cheeks reddened and you hid your burning face in his shoulder as he came with a groan. He fucked you through it, not a care in the world that you had ruined his sweatpants. He smiled dreamily down at you, slowing his thrusts to where he rocked his hips against yours. Once you had both come down, he looked down at you, who was still hiding your face from him, and laughed when he realized why. "Aww, what's wrong? Are you embarrassed that you made a mess?" he asked, causing you to nod softly. "Aww, don't be. You look so pretty when you cum that hard. Why don't we go again?" he asked, grinning wildly down at you as he spoke. You could only shake your head as you pressed yourself close to him, feeling even more embarrassed. However, when he pulled you back and kissed you, you relaxed a little more. "Are you ok? You look a bit out of it." he said, causing you to nod. "Do you wanna just stay here for a bit?" he guessed, watching as you nodded quietly. "Ok, but this time, you have to stay still, alright?" he asked, causing you to nod. You felt him slowly readjust the two of you to where he was sitting a little more comfortably, before leaning against his chest as you rested. He looked down after a few minutes to ask you something, and then smirked when he saw that you were asleep. He resolved next time to finish his work and then finish inside of you instead of the other way around. He noticed the stain on his sweatpants and sighed. "Man, these were my favorite ones, too." he mumbled to himself.

Diluc

You were finishing up an assignment when Diluc walked into your room, knocking on the doorframe and clearing his throat. "Oh, hey, what is it?" you asked, turning your attention from the assignment to look at him. "Do you mind if I stay here for a bit? Kaeya's decided to be a royal pain in the ass today, and I don't want to deal with him right now." he said, causing you to nod as you rose from your seat. "Sure, do you want to stay with me while I finish this last assignment? We can cuddle afterward if that's what you want." you offered, before noticing the red that tinted his face. "Did... did Kaeya say something to you earlier?" you asked, causing him to shake his head. "No, it's just that..." he trailed off when he saw the doe eyed look you gave him, before he stepped closer and set his things beside the door, kicking it shut behind him. You knew what he wanted to say, and decided to help him out a bit. "Do you want me to sit on your lap while I work, instead? Because I still need to finish this assignment, since it's due tomorrow." you offered, causing him to nod wordlessly.

"Hnng~ Diluc, stay still, m'gonna cum if you don't s-stay- ahh~ stay still." you moaned, gripping the table with one hand as you held your pencil in the other. "Sorry, didn' mean to- ngh~ move." he bit his lip and held back a groan as you shivered slightly. You continued working slowly, rocking your hips against his every so often for a bit of relief. Diluc buried his face in your neck, kissing the sensitive skin before biting down and tugging at it with his teeth. He twitched slightly inside of you, groaning softly as you continued to work slowly. "I'm almost done, just hang in there for a little longer, ok?" you said, causing him to nod. "Ok." he replied, digging his fingers into the soft skin of your thighs. You finished the last problem and put the paper away, before lifting your hips and dropping back down on him, giggling softly as his hips jolted against yours. "Mmh~ you can move now, Diluc." you whispered, causing him to sigh in relief. "Thank you." you heard him whisper, before he stood up slowly and pressed your chest against the desk. "I'm sorry in advance if I make a mess." he mumbled, watching as you nodded softly. He braced himself on one arm and grabbed at your ass with the other, before pulling his hips back and slamming them into yours. After almost an hour of staying still with little to no friction, that alone was enough to make you cum. "Ahhngh~ 'Luc- hnn~ m'cumming- hAH~!" you gripped the desk tightly as he pulled back again and snapped his hips against yours, his knees almost giving out when your walls spasmed around him. You rode out your high slowly, as. "Th-thank you- fuck- thank you so much. Needed you s'bad it hurts." he slurred, kneading your ass as he leaned down and pressed kisses against your upper back, before he pulled back and started thrusting again, causing your walls to keep clenching harder around him. “Hnm~ m’gonna cum- ahhg~!” He pulled his hips taut against yours as he came, leaning down and kissing the back of your neck again. His cum sprayed out in thick ropes of white, filling you up and making you whimper as you leaned against the desk. “Are you ok?” He asked after a minute. “Mhmm~” you hummed softly, before yelping quietly as he flipped you over to get a good look at you. Diluc leaned down and kissed your lips, holding you close as he did so. After he pulled back, he pressed his forehead against yours. “Now then, let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” He asked, causing you to nod.

Aether

You dropped your stuff by the door and made your way past the living room to Aether’s room. You waved to Lumine as you passed her, receiving a wave in return. You and her got along well, and for that, your boyfriend was thankful. You came over to spend some time with him after changing out of your uniform and into a cuter outfit. You knocked on the door, hearing a faint “enter” from the other side of the door. You opened the door and walked in, closing it behind you. “Hey.” You said, walking over and resting your head on top of his as your arms snaked around his waist. “Oh, hey.” He said, turning around to face you. “Homework?” You guessed, causing him to nod. “Yeah, it’s the worst.” He groaned, turning around and going back to his assignment. “Did you finish yours?” He asked, still looking over a particularly difficult problem on the sheet. “Yeah, I brought it with me, if you want help with yours.” You offered. Aether nodded, inviting you to join him on his bed. “We can study like this.” He said, grabbing his homework from the desk and sitting beside you. “Ok, I’m struggling with problem two and problem five now, but I got the other ones.” He said, showing you the sheet. You leaned against him, taking the sheet from him as you spoke. “Problem two takes you back to using the basics of our first unit in this class. You have to think back to simpler problems to solve these.” You said, looking up at him. He picked up his pencil and got his phone, pulling up the lesson and starting to solve the problems he missed. You, meanwhile, were thinking of all the things you wanted him to do to you once the two of you were done. Aether handed you the sheet once he finished the problems and asked you to check it, watching as you looked through them. “Hey, can you do me a favor after this?” He asked. “Depends on the favor.” You replied, giving him a knowing look. Your eyes flicked over to him as his face flushed, and he hid his face in his hands. You laughed, continuing to check over the problems before setting the sheet on the nightstand. “They’re all correct.” You said, causing him to nod softly. You then straddled his lap, leaning in and pressing your lips against his. “I’ve missed you for a while now, why so busy all of a sudden?” You asked. “Mmh, well, finals are coming up, and I've been trying to turn in the mounds of homework the teachers keep giving us now that the year's coming to a close. However, this is, thankfully, the last assignment I have to do before we start going over the final in this class." he said, causing your eyes to light up. "Why are you like this?" he grumbled, hiding his face again. "Because you look absolutely adorable whenever you get all blushy like this." you said, pulling back and starting to unbutton your shirt as you spoke. "Are the walls soundproof? Because if not, we can head over to my place to do this." you said, watching as he gave you a look. "What? I may be horny, but I have standards. Besides, I don't think that Lumine would like to know what the two of us do together in the room next to hers almost every time she's not here." you giggled, causing him to sigh deeply. "She's having a girl's night at Fischl's place tonight, and she's already left by now." he said, making sure he was right when he called for her down the stairs after getting up and opening his door. When silence was all that answered him, he closed his door and got back on his bed with you, letting you straddle him again.

He unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to the side, watching as you went to unzip your skirt. "Keep it on." he mumbled, watching as your face reddened, but you complied with his wishes. You watched him reach under and take your underwear off, throwing them on the floor before he told you to lift your hips a little. You did, lifting them until you felt the pads of his fingers up against your slit. "Gotta stretch you out, or else it'll hurt, right?" he asked, causing you to nod. You sighed softly when he slid two fingers into you, his thumb brushing up against your clit as you leaned against him for support. You grinded your hips against his hand as he drew sloppy circles against your clit, scissoring his fingers inside of you and curling them to hit your sweet spot. "Aether, please." you whispered, causing him to look up at you as he spoke. "Are you sure? I don't want you to hurt yourself." he asked, causing you to nod. "Please." you whispered, gasping when he pulled his fingers out and undid his pants with the other hand, taking his cock out and pumping himself a few times. He grabbed your thigh and slowly guided you down on him, grunting softly as you took him in one go. He fell back against the pillows and let your walls spasm a bit around him, slowly adjusting to the way you were squeezing and clenching around him. His breathing was ragged and uneven as he tried to calm down, but you noticed, and swiveled your hips against his as he throbbed against your gooey walls. "Hnn~ hey, slow down, m'gonna cum if you keep doing that before I'm ready." he whined, gripping your hips tightly. Aether lifted your hips after a minute and groaned when you clenched around him from the sudden movement. You pulled back and looked down at him, slamming your lips against his as you slowly lifted your hips and dropped back down on him. You moaned against his mouth as you reached up and pulled his hair out of its braid, letting it fall loose as you tangled your fingers in it and tugged on it. He kept kissing you, bucking his hips up into yours as he wrapped his arms around your waist and fisted the back of your shirt. You kept bouncing on him, pulling away after a minute as you spoke. "You're such a good- ahH~ such a good kisser, Aether. I just wanna kiss you over and- hAH~ over again." you moaned, your face flushed red as you spoke. He could only babble praises to you as the two of you got closer to your orgasms. He twitched inside of you as he picked up the pace and his thrusts got sloppier. You pulled your hands away from his hair and pressed them against his chest, the contrast between your cold hands and his warm chest making him shiver as he kissed you again. He reached for one of your thighs and lifted it over his shoulder, the new angle serving to force him deeper inside of you. "Mngh~ Aether!" you cried out as he kept you teetering on the edge of your release. "Please, please lemme cum- ahHN~!" you cried out as he hit particularly deep, shoving you over the edge of bliss as you came. He moaned loudly as you spasmed around him, your gummy walls clenching and squeezing him for all he was worth as he fell over the edge after you. He lifted your skirt and saw you sucking him in, keeping him inside of you as you milked him. "Hnng~! Feels s'good when you squeeze me like this." he groaned, letting you have all he could give before he fell back and collapsed against the bed, panting heavily. You slowly came down from your high as he kept rolling his hips against yours, fucking you through it. After a few minutes, you laid down against his chest and locked your ankles around his waist, sighing softly as you spoke. "You're lucky I played it safe tonight and took the pill." you mumbled sleepily, watching as he nodded softly. You were exhausted, but gasped softly when he kissed you, picking you up and flipping the two of you over. "Alright, you had your fun, now it's my turn." he said, looking down at you with a lustful look in his eyes. You better be ready, because you're not leaving that bed until he's fucked you dumb.

Albedo

You were working on your chemistry homework when Albedo, your boyfriend, walked in, turning the chair around as he spoke. "Care to let me help?" he asked, causing you to nod. Albedo took the paper from you and prompted you to get up, taking a seat in the chair and letting you straddle him. You were almost done, and could check the homework so far with the notes, except for the last problem. The last one was a sort of bridge problem into the next unit of the class, which Albedo was excelling in, as always. He was the type to do science experiments in his free time for extra credit and actually have the time to do them, as well as enjoy them. However, he sometimes took it a bit too far, like the time he did one in your house and almost set the kitchen on fire. He had to deep clean the counter tops to get rid of the smell of chemicals so that your parents didn't know. Now, he stuck to more tame ones than that, and usually asked you to help him. "After this, I'll need your assistance for my research. Can you help me with that?" he asked, looking up from the paper at you as he spoke. "Sure, I guess, so long as it's not something as wild as that one time." you said, causing him to shake his head. "No, far from it. The only chemical I can think of that is produced during this particular experiment is dopamine." he explained, confusing you. "Isn't that a chemical that only the brain really produces?" you asked, causing him to nod. "This particular experiment tests how much dopamine the human brain produces when someone is exposed to certain stimuli." he said, fascinating you. "That sounds cool, but it would have to cater to the person's particular interests or wants, wouldn't it?" you asked. "Well, yes, and I've done that. If you want, we can start now." he offered. "Sure." you replied, not knowing what you'd just gotten yourself into. "Alright then, to start, you'll have to trust me." he said, causing you to nod. "Ok, why are you saying that?" you asked, causing him to sigh as you readjusted on his lap for the nth time, causing the tent in his pants to worsen. "I need you to lift your hips a little." he said, causing you to do so. He reached under your skirt, his cold bare hands against your skin causing you to jolt slightly. "H-hey, what are you doing?" you asked nervously, before feeling him hook his thumbs under the waistband of your underwear. He pulled them down and threw them on the floor, before moving on to undo his pants. "I said I'd made sure that the experiment was catered to your wants, unless you're telling me that you don't want to do this?" he asked, causing you to look to the side nervously. “If you’re nervous, then I promise you that I’ll be gentle.” He said, watching as you nodded softly. “Please.” You whispered, hiding your face in his hair. Albedo undid his pants and slid them down, holding your hips in place as he pressed his thumb against your clit and his tip against your slit. “Are you ready? We can take this to the bed if you want to.” He offered. You shook your head and wrapped your arms around his neck, slowly sliding down on him.

His grip on your hips tightened as you slid further down his shaft, his hand going up to cradle the back of your head and pull you closer to press his lips against yours. He bucked his hips up against yours, causing you to gasp softly. He rested his forehead against your shoulder and sighed as he bottomed out, sighing deeply as he relaxed a little. He looked up at you as his face reddened, speaking softly. “I think my experiment is- ngh~ is a success.” He mumbled, kissing your neck. He lifted your hips and dropped you back down on his lap, groaning softly as you moaned from the delicious friction you were receiving. “Ahh~ ‘Bedo, mnh~ m’so full!” You whined, wrapping your arms around his neck as you started lifting your hips again. His spongy tip always hit so deep, his thick girth making you feel nice and full every time. You rested your head on top of his, grinding against him every few thrusts. “Does it- Mngh~ does it feel good?” He asked, bucking his hips up against yours. You could only whine and moan as you slowly lifted your hips and dropped back down on him. He groaned loudly as you spasmed around him, leaning up and kissing your neck. “A-Ahhn~ Hnng~ ‘Bedo please, please lemme cum!” You pleaded, gasping and moaning loudly when he reached upwards and grabbed your breasts, pinching and pulling at your sensitive nipples. “HAH~ please don’t stop- hAhn~! M’so close!” You felt his tip bump up against your cervix as his thrusts got sloppier. “That’s it, just keep- hnng~ keep squeezing me just like that. M’gonna- Anh~!” He moaned softly into your neck as he came, his orgasm triggering yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist and rode out your high with him, his cum slightly leaking out of your stuffed cunt. He scooped it up with two fingers and pushed them right back in, causing you to let out a high pitched whine in protest to his actions. He waited for you to calm down enough to understand what he was saying before he spoke. “Did you like the experiment?” He asked, lifting his head from your neck as he panted softly. You nodded softly, burying your red face in his hair. “Do you want me to stay inside for a little longer?” He asked, causing you to nod again. “Alright, just let me know if you get uncomfortable, ok?” He asked, looking up at you. He was about to say something when he noticed that you were asleep, and eyed the homework on the desk. “Well then, we can’t have you stressing over schoolwork like this, can we?” He asked, speaking to himself. He picked up the pencil and slowly moved the chair back closer to the desk, looking over the problems as you slept. Albedo would surprise you with this tomorrow, even though he didn’t usually help people or do their homework for them, but he felt that he at least owed you that since you were now asleep because of him. He finished the paper and set it down on the desk, before leaning back against the chair as you moved on his lap a little in your sleep. He decided to clean you up, balancing you carefully in his arms as he carried you to the bathroom. He was very tentative as he wiped you down with a warm wet wash rag, before carrying you to the bed and getting in with you. The two of you would wake up later and probably end up just sleeping in what you were wearing now, not that you were complaining, since Albedo always wore such comfortable clothes. He pulled you close to him under the covers and fell asleep, his head against your chest as he rested peacefully.

Kaeya

There were few who disliked Kaeya Alberich, and many who wanted to date him. He was very popular since he was on the track team. Not to mention that he was easy to talk to, and a very social person. You, on the other hand, weren’t, and didn’t really like going to social events all that often. Every time he dragged you out to eat with him and the rest of the track team at Teyvat College, you always just clung to him and let him do the talking. However, going out on such short notice drained your social battery and made you feel exhausted when you got home. Tonight, he was planning on taking you out to dinner with them again, but when he got to your place, he saw that you had on a pair of headphones as you steadily finished your homework.

Kaeya walked up to you and gently lifted the headphones off of your ears, before gently kissing your neck. “Hey there, sweetheart~” he said, causing you to turn around in your chair at your desk and get up. You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him, resting your head against his shoulder. “Hey.” You mumbled, reaching for your headphones. He lifted them out of reach for you, smirking as you huffed softly. “Kae, give them back, please?” You asked, reaching for them again. You stood on your chair and balanced on your toes to reach, grabbing his shoulder and leaning up to get them. You fell forward, causing him to wrap his arms around your legs to balance you as he stepped backward to keep you from falling. Due to your position, he had his face pressed right up against your chest. “Oh my, if I weren’t as smart as I am, I’d say that you did that on purpose.” He said. Your face reddened as he chuckled softly. “Please put me down.” You mumbled, covering your face with your hands. You had been having a bit of an off week, and wanted to relax and stay at home today. You looked down at him as he sighed, setting you down gently. “Do you want to go with me and the guys to dinner? We just finished a meet a few hours ago, so they should be ready by now.” He asked, leaning down and kissing you. “Can we just stay here? It’s been a long week, and I also still have homework to do.” You mumbled, looking up at him. “Hmm, I suppose we could.” He said, handing you back your headphones. You put them on the desk and went to sit back down when Kaeya sat down in your chair and dragged you down into his lap. You looked back at him, but he just gave you a reassuring smile and told you to keep working. “If you’re willing, after you’re done with your work, we can go out and get something to eat just the two of us.” He offered, causing you to nod softly. You picked up your pencil and went back to work, looking over the paper and making sure each problem was filled in correctly.

You pushed yourself forward a bit, before feeling Kaeya’s hands on your hips as he dragged you back onto his lap. He dragged you over the tent in his pants, grunting softly at the feeling of the friction he desperately craved. “Stay still, sweet thing, unless you plan on fixing the problem you just caused.” He said, pushing the chair forward a bit so that you were closer to the desk. He reached under your skirt and hooked his thumbs under the waistband of your underwear, pulling them off and throwing them on the floor. You shuddered when he pressed the pads of his fingers against your slit. He slowly pushed two digits into you, scissoring them to stretch you out. You couldn’t help but grind back against his hand as he fingered you open, cupping a hand over your mouth to keep yourself quiet. “Aww, come on, don’t get all shy on me now.” He cooed, pressing his thumb against your clit. You moaned loudly as he drew hard circles against your clit, curling his fingers to hit your sweet spot. “Ahhn~! Kaeya, I- Ngh~ need to finish my work.” You kept grinding against his fingers, so close to the edge of bliss, but whined softly when he completely pulled them out, smirking down at you. You felt him move his hands to spread your legs, and then heard him unbuckling his belt. Before you could look back, he moved the paper away from you and pressed his tip against your slit, dragging himself against it. You looked back at him and spoke. “Please just let me finish this last problem before anything else.” You said, causing him to sigh. “Fine, I suppose I can wait.” He said, pulling back and letting you finish the problem. Once you were done, you put the paper in your folder and then looked back at him, nodding softly. “Are you sure you want to? While I admire the fact that you’re so very needy right now, I wouldn’t mind waiting until after dinner to do this with you.” He said, turning you around to face him. Your face was flushed and your eyes were half lidded as you nodded softly. “Use your words. I can’t do anything unless you tell me what to do.” He said, causing you to sigh before you spoke. “Yes.” You mumbled against his neck, before yelping as Kaeya quickly turned you around and pressed his tip against your entrance, pinning your chest against the desk. “H-hey, what are you- AAhng~!” He cut you off by shoving himself up to the hilt inside of you, watching as you clawed at the desk and whimpered softly. “Hnn~ look at you, so- ah~ so tight, so warm, all just for me. Isn’t that right, pretty thing?” He asked, taking hold of one of your legs and raising it slightly. He stayed still for a few minutes, and was about to move when his phone rang, causing him to jump a little in surprise. You felt his spongy tip bump up against your cervix, and moaned softly as he bent down and grabbed his phone from his bag beside the desk. The contact displayed was Diluc’s, and despite the rather compromising situation he was in, he still answered the call.

“Hey, where are you? I just got here and you said that you and (Y/N) were going to be here in a few minutes.” He said, clearly annoyed with him. “I’m at her place, she felt bad, so I’m staying here to take care of her this time.” He said, covering his mouth and holding the phone away from himself as you grinded against him. “Why is she feeling bad? She looked to be fine yesterday.” Diluc asked. Your body jolted as Kaeya lifted your skirt and pushed it up your hips, before he reeled his free hand back and brought it down on the fat of your ass, covering your mouth to muffle your cry of surprise and pain. “She’s been feeling a bit under the weather lately is all.” He said, forcing your hips still. You moaned softly, slightly frustrated that he stopped moving, and defiantly pushed your hips back against his. He slapped your ass again, before hearing Diluc speak. “Ok, just tell her that I hope she feels better when we get back next week, since Spring break is almost over. She really can’t afford to miss any more of the lessons in Mr. Zhongli’s class.” He said, sighing. “I will, see you when I get home.” Kaeya replied, before hanging up the phone and setting it back down in his bag. He then turned to you and slapped your ass again. “Needy little slut, you almost gave me away. You should be grateful that I’m so good to you.” He said, continuing to slap your ass. He was about to do it again when you spoke. “M’sorry, Kae, didn’ mean to.” You mumbled, tears in your half lidded eyes as you looked back at him. He sighed, massaging your ass. “Are you ok?” He asked, rolling his hips against yours as you gripped the desk tighter. You panted and moaned softly, turning to look back at him. “S’too much, feels too good.” You whined, before gasping as he kissed your neck. “Shh, shh, relax, sweetheart. I’ll make you feel good.” He cooed, before giving a particularly rough thrust that had you practically sobbing his name. “Nnh~ Kae-ya- AhHn~! R-right there, please- mmnh~!” Tears rolled down your cheeks as he sank his teeth into the area where your neck and collarbone met. You whined and sobbed as he picked up his pace and fucked into you a little rougher. “Does that feel good?” He asked, knowing that you were close. “Mnh~ y-yes- aHh~!” You pushed your hips back to meet his thrusts, before crying out as his thumb found your clit again and started drawing hard circles into your bundle of nerves as his tip hit the spot deep inside of you that made your toes curl and your eyes roll back into your head. You wailed his name as you came, trembling under his touch as he lifted your leg and kept thrusting. “AhHNg~ Kaeya- ahH~!” You felt him twitch inside of you as he spoke. “Do you want it- fuck- inside?” He asked, eyes widening slightly as you nodded softly. “Mmh~ please~!” You sobbed, gasping as he slammed into you one last time and came. You whined and gasped as he fucked you through it, ropes of sticky white filling you up in thick spurts. You grinded back against him and milked him for all he was worth, spasming and squeezing around him as he started slowing down. He finally slowed his hips to a stop against yours, panting softly as you looked back up at him. “Do you feel better now?” He asked, causing you to nod wordlessly. You slowly pushed yourself up and balanced on your forearms, before gasping as he flipped you over onto your back. “Wrap your legs around my waist.” He mumbled. You did as he said, locking your ankles around his waist. Kaeya lifted you up and supported you with his arm underneath you, his other arm keeping you pressed close to him. You held onto him tightly, your eyes shut as you rested against him. He walked over to the bed and got under the covers, unzipping and taking off your skirt. You sighed heavily and relaxed against him as he continued undressing you. When the two of you were both completely undressed, you felt him slowly pull out, whining loudly at the sudden change of stretch. You leaned against him as you slowly fell asleep, with him following soon after.

Alhaitham

Being a student majoring in English, Alhaitham was usually found in the library or in his apartment after the school day ended. If ever you needed to find Alhaitham, Kaveh, his roommate, was the best person to ask. He would find him most of the time in either of these places with a book in his hand and his computer in his lap, studying for the next report that was due in one of his classes. The library was seldom used by others, which is why Alhaitham went there more often than his apartment. However, when he started dating you, that changed, and he started bringing you over to his place to have dinner and study with him. He was often the one who cooked, mostly leaving Kaveh to make his own dinner, but occasionally he made some extra and gave it to him. More often than not, Kaveh just stayed with Cyno and Tighnari in their apartment, spending the night there most of the time.

Alhaitham finally turned in the paper he had been writing for the past two weeks, before turning to look at you, who was on your phone. You were wearing your favorite skirt and your favorite shorts underneath, since today was hotter than usual. You, noticing his gaze on you, looked over at him and smiled softly. “Did you finish the paper?” You asked, watching as he nodded. “Isn’t that the last paper of the year or something?” You asked, moving over closer to him and sitting down on his lap, straddling him. “It is, did you finish your assignments?” He asked, wrapping his arms around your waist as you nodded. “So, what do you wanna do now that we’re both done with our work for the day?” You asked, moving a little on his lap to get more comfortable. “You.” He said, his hold on you tightening a little bit. Your cheeks reddened as you looked at him, before looking away from him and resting your head against his shoulder. He’d always been straightforward like this with his wants from you, but it still caught you off guard every time. “May I?” He asked, looking down at you. You nodded wordlessly, before he lifted your chin to where you were looking at him again. “Use your words.” He said. “Yes.” You muttered, wrapping your legs around his waist and letting him carry you from the living room to his room.

Your back hit his bed as he stared you down. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked, his gaze softening slightly as he looked at you. You nodded wordlessly, your eyes half lidded already as Alhaitham pulled your leg up to his shoulder and hooked his thumb under the waistband of your underwear. He slowly slid them off, throwing them on the floor. He threw his belt to the floor and put his headphones on the nightstand, unbuttoning his shirt soon after. He remembered something, and walked to the door to lock it, before walking back to the bed. He then pinned you down against the mattress as he pulled his cock out of his pants. He got under the covers with you and watched as you looked up at him with wide eyes. “Do you want me on top this time or not?” He asked, watching you think for a minute. “I’ll be on top this time.” You said, gasping softly as he flipped the two of you over and held your hips over his. You felt his tip press up against your entrance, and whined loudly as he slid into you slowly. It always felt like too much at first, but he always made sure you were ok before he ever started moving. You moaned loudly as he finally bottomed out, wrapping your legs around his waist as he grunted softly. Alhaitham looked up at you and sighed deeply, muttering a soft “sorry” before he thrusted his hips up against yours. “HnAHhn~!” You held onto him tightly, your nails digging into his broad shoulders underneath his shirt, leaving little red crescent moons in their wake. He loved it when you scratched up his back like this, the sting of your nails digging into his skin bringing a sort of pleasure along with the pain. He grabbed your hips gently with his large hands, grunting softly as he lifted you and let you sink back down on his cock. The moment his spongy tip hit your cervix, you gasped and moaned loudly, before pushing him onto his back against the bed. His head hit the pillow as you looked down at him, spreading your legs further to fit even more of him inside. You grinded down against his lap, your nails scratching up and down his chest. He kept thrusting up into you, the sound of skin on skin reverberating off the walls along with the sound of your moans and the lewd sounds of squelching from between your legs. “AhH~! HnNg~! ‘Haitham- Ngh~ s’big, please- ngHAn~!” You were babbling at this point, and he was dead set on fucking you dumb tonight. “Please what? I need you to use your words, sweetheart, or I don’t know what to do.” He said, giving a particularly rough thrust that had you moaning and clenching tightly around him. “Come on, you can tell me.” He coaxed, his palms gently cupping your face. “Mngh~ please cum inside. I wanna feel you so bad, wanna feel you deep inside- AhNng~!” You moaned, tears welling up in your eyes as his hips slammed upwards into yours. “Mnh~ since you asked so sweetly…” he groaned loudly as you leaned down and kissed him, locking your ankles around his waist. “Look at you, such a sweet mess for my eyes alone.” He hummed, gently taking your hands into his. Your tears rolled down your cheeks as you all but sobbed his name, teetering on the edge of blissful release. Your eyes rolled back and your tongue lolled out of your mouth as you came, clenching and squeezing around his cock as you squirted on his lap. Alhaitham grabbed at your hips and slammed them down against his, a low moan leaving his lips as he came. His cum filled you up in thick spurts that painted your gooey walls white. Your cunt sucked him right back in as he rocked his hips against yours to ride out his high, milking his heavy balls dry. You came down slowly, gasping and panting as you flopped down on his chest, exhausted from so much pleasure and overwhelming stimulation.

Alhaitham looked at you as you hid your face in his neck, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close as he looked down at his lap. “These were my favorite pants, naughty girl.” He teased, his voice a low rumble in your ear. He knew you weren’t even halfway paying attention to him, but he didn’t care. He flipped the two of you over and pulled out slowly, kissing you to silence your whines of displeasure. You slowly relaxed against the bed, covering your eyes as his cum leaked out of your sensitive cunt. He picked you up and carried you to the bathroom to clean you off. He slowly undressed you and himself completely, leaving your clothes and his in a pile on the floor beside the door. You sighed deeply as your skin made contact with the warm water, relaxing almost instantly. You hummed softly as he got in the water with you, pulling you closer as he spoke. “We can get out in a few minutes when you’re ready, ok?” He asked, causing you to nod. After what felt like an hour, you’d finally relaxed completely, and felt lucid enough to say something as he finished conditioning your hair. “Can we get out now?” You asked, looking back at him. “Of course we can. Are you sure you want to?” He asked, watching as you nodded wordlessly. Alhaitham got up and out of the bath to get some towels, returning several minutes later with a few in his arms. He slowly helped you sit on the rim of the bath and wrapped you up in the towel. “I changed the sheets, that’s why I was gone a little longer.” He said, carrying you to the bed. You sighed, letting him take care of you as you dozed off in his arms. He set you down under the covers and dried himself off, before getting in bed with you and falling asleep with you in his strong arms.

Perhaps he could end study sessions like this more often.

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Cool Niece, Cooler Aunt

Or, Lilia and Alice spend some time together.

Content warnings, brief mentions of death and grief, allusions and mentions of malicious drug use. It’s pretty tame, generally

Lilia stared at the boiling teapot. The stove glowed gently under it, the sun lit up its shiny metal surface, but the water itself seemed unchangeable. If her stare bore into the kettle hard enough, the water would boil faster (or something like that.) “You could just use magic,” Alice said, leaning against the kitchen counter. Her hair was still messy from sleep and the orangish red streaks in her hair definitely needed re-done. She had an old Le Tigre band shirt on. Lilia vaguely remembered going to one of their concerts.

“It's the little routines that keep a girl together,” Lilia shrugged.

Alice nodded, smiling. She could appreciate the sentiment.

Lilia’s own robe was burnt orange and one of softest things she owned. Sun streamed through the window, lighting up the spacious kitchen. It was a far cry from her old apartment, Lilia knew, and she wouldn't have been able to afford it without the rest of the witches. After the road, after she’d fallen, she’d been stuck in a weird kind of Limbo. Alice had been there too, but that's all they could remember. Turns out the road had been made up so they didn't really die, even though Rio has still arrived to take them to that little inbetween world. Lilia didn't want to think too hard on that, because they’d gotten out when Jen completed her trial. What mattered was that she and her fuck ass coven (as described by Lilia herself) had bought a house together, roughly an hour’s drive out of East View, in the woods. It was close enough to other people for the working witches to keep up with their lives, and far enough away for Agatha to… what was she up to again? While the two waking witches assumed everyone else was asleep, Agatha had already gone out for a walk in the woods before the sun rose.

The teapot whistled, and Lilia took it off the stove. Alice had already set out two mugs and the honey pot. The house was quiet. Lilia and Alice were the only ones in the kitchen, and since it was a Sunday, no one had work. Not that there was much to do; Jennifer’s business was largely remote until she felt like returning to her shop, and Alice was still on the job hunt. Agatha was… well Lilia didn't need to touch that until she felt like it.

The quiet was interrupted by the music Alice had switched on. Bikini Kill, Lilia recognized it, Reject all America. “Good band,” she said, turning off the stove and mixing honey into her cup. Alice only looked slightly surprised. “I saw them live a few times.”

To Alice’s credit, she didn't let her jaw fall all the way down. “You Lilia? Really?”

Lilia smiled to herself. “Oh yeah,” she pointed at Alice’s shirt, “them too.”

“You’re kidding!”

“I’m not!” Lilia insisted, amused. She hugged her soft rope close, and sipped on her tea. Riot Grrrl had attracted plenty of witches in her area, and yeah, Lilia had been pretty into it. Alice shook her head, still smiling.

“I'm trying to picture you at a punk concert.”

Lilia rolled her eyes. She thought about a time when she’d straightened her hair and her old thrifted jacket. “Get me that leather jacket of yours, doll,” She smiled. Memories of stitching protection runes into the inside of her jacket came back to her. “I'll try it on and that’ll give you a pretty good picture.”

Alice gave Lilia a once over. Her robe was snug and secure, her curly hair was piled on her head, and an amulet hung from her neck. Lilia looked like a classy broadway star, not a Riot Grrrl fan. Still, she could almost picture it. Lilia with a shaggy haircut, leather jacket, and punk shirts, cursing out some moron. “Come on, don't tell me you think I'm too old,” Lilia huffed, half kidding.

Alice waved her off. “I’d sneak into concerts when I was younger. My um, well you know my mom died when I was thirteen? I wanna say that was the same time the movement was getting traction.”

Lilia nodded. “The years blended together for me after a bit. All my big losses happened -oh god- forever ago.” She finished her tea and put the cup in the sink. “How long did you keep up with it?”

Alice hummed, and hugged herself. “Till college. It kind of fell off a bit after I graduated you know? But freshman year was intense. I dated this girl who I thought was big into Team Dresch, so we’d gone to a few concerts. Turns out she’d been more into the story about my mom. That wasn't the whole reason we stopped going out though. But the movement had been this part of my life, in a massive way after mom died. She’d made sure music was always important to my life. I needed away from the magic shit, and it was a good place to be angry. I really needed to be angry; you know I stayed that way for a long time.

But after a few years, when I'd put in my old cd’s and records all I could think of was how… upset I was as a teenager. You know I didn’t deal with my grief until recently, so, I guess that’s something else. ” Lilia watched Alice, nodding at the right times. She definitely knew. She wasn't about to forget Alice’s trial on the road, or what she’d said later.

“Sad is better than angry.”

Alice’s head was tilted down, but Lilia saw her eyes getting misty. She moved over to Alice’s side of the kitchen. She put a hand on her shoulder. “I got back into it recently,” Alice added, "the music. It's way easier to find the old music on the internet, especially when Jen pays for my subscription.” Lilia knew what she meant; she was also on the plan.

“Well I don't know how to tell you this, but punk attracts all kinds of outcasts, witches included. Even if they tended to uplift white middle class girls over other groups.” Lilia patted Alice’s arm before stepping back again. “Trust me doll, you were where you needed to be.” The speaker had switched over to Dyke March by Le Tigre. Their singer was the same one from Bikini Kill. “I met her once,” Lilia mused, tapping on the speaker,“Kathleen Hanna.”

Alice wiped at her face. It was early enough that she hadn't put on her usual makeup yet. “Yeah? Do you think she remembers you?”

She chuckled. “No, probably not. But I know she’s touring right now with Bikini Kill again.”

“I saw that.”

Lilia didn't hesitate. “We should go see them. Tonight. They’ve got Eastview stadium for the week, and it's cheapest tonight.”

“Lilia Calderu is inviting me to a punk concert?”

“Lilia Calder is offended at this disbelief,” Lilia huffed, “you know twenty years ago I was getting more comments about my age when I was getting pins and patches than I bet your thirteen year old ass was. Compared to me, you’re practically a child. I should be asking if it's past your bedtime.”

Alice swatted Lilia’s arm. “You’ve been around Harkness too much.” Lilia shrugged. The pair made plans to go to a punk concert once the sun went down.

That evening, Lilia went through the boxes in her room that she still hadn't unpacked. “I know where it all is, there's no point in reorganizing!” She’d say, but it was really because part of her still wasn't certain the roommate situation would last. Either way, she found some dark, flowy clothes that were probably more Stevie Nicks than anything, but honestly, who was going to care. Lilia dug around for a few protection rings; the ones she always took, and the few extras she took to this kind of scene because she’d been around long enough to see some messed up shit.

A vision flashed to Lilia. Crowded room, packed venue. Sweaty bodies pushing her around. Someone yelling, Piss off Lilia! And harsh hands jerking her to the side. Too loud, too loud, too loud, so loud that it blurred her vision. She swayed. She dropped her drink; the mussels in her hand betrayed her. Was it the crowd or was it- no shit shit not again. When is this? Last time-

“Lilia!” Soft hands shook her gently, and Lilia put her own up in self defense, pushing back against a pink clad body. Soft hands held her in place as she pushed, letting Lilia have something to physically resist.. She found herself sitting, then, black skirts piling around her, grey curls falling in front of her face. Lilia was coming back to herself when Jen said her name again. “Hey? Kooky?” Lila looked around. She'd knocked over the box she’d been rifling through. Bobbles scattered around the floor, thrown about like whatever timeline was trying to speak to Lilia. Alice stood in the doorway. Lilia’s brow produced little beads of sweat as she tried to determine if she’d visited a vision or a memory. Jen nudged her again. “Lilia?”

Lilia shrugged Jen off. She rubbed her temple. “I just…”

“You went away for a minute,” Jen nodded. She tilted her head, with a rare Kale smile. “Anywhere good?” Definitely not.

Lilia chuckled dryly, using Jen to help her to her feet. “Somewhere loud.” She looked over at Alice. “You look… concert ready.” She nodded approvingly. Alice’s orange streaks had been re-dyed, with the help of Jen earlier that day. Her outfit was pretty close to what she wore the first time Lilia had met her. Only this time, it was a slightly different jacket with a list of different feminist punk bands painted onto the back. Her makeup was a bit bigger too. She tossed Lilia a pair of ear plugs.

“We’re good to head out in ten?”

“Give me twenty,” Lilia said. It wasn't a question. Alice nodded and went back downstairs. Jen smoothed out the shirt on Lilia’s shoulders. Then she went over and sat on Lilia’s bed. Lilia settled herself into a plush chair she’d picked up back in Vienna, right in front of her mirror.

“Where did you go this time?” Jen asked when Lilia didn't ask her to leave.

Lilia pursed her lips. “A concert.” She flexed her hands in front of her face. They did not fail her as she applied lipstick and mascara, or when she clasped talismans around her neck and wrists. They would not fail her again, and they hadn’t that night. It had been a close call, Lilia remembered, but that's all. She didn't tell Jen and Jen didn’t push. Oddly, she’d stopped pushing since the trial. But she had started watching Lilia. She’d stay in the same room a little longer, stay up a little later, all little things Lilia noticed, but wouldn't ask about yet. What right did she have to anyway, to tell her to leave. Not after she sent Jen down the road without her, and Lilia knew that.

Alice had the car running and music already playing. “What’s this?” Lilia asked as she slid into the passenger seat.

“Mommy Long-Legs,” Alice smiled. They pulled out of the wider part of the driveway and started down the road that wasn't necessarily a private road, but might as well have been because of how long it was, and the fact that there were only two houses on it, both perfectly crafted for woodland semi-isolation. As far as Lilia knew, their neighboring building was largely uninhabited. She’d never seen it though, as it was hidden so far back that the trees blended together into black before you could hope to see a house.

“What else do you listen to?” Alice asked, breaking Lilia from her thoughts.

Lilia hummed. “Jazz, older Italian songs, but seventies and eighties rock was a pretty good time for music too, I suppose. Stevie Nicks is wonderful.”

“Mom performed with her and Fleetwood Mac.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm. I was pretty young, but I remembered it being a huge deal.”

“I remember that,” Lilia reminisced, “that was a good show.”

They got themselves out of the woods and started driving along a series of fields. Houses slowly started showing up, becoming closer and more clustered the longer they drove. The lights of civilization began to shine down on them, and suddenly the road was a bit less empty. When they made it into Eastview, approaching the venue, Lilia could start to guess who was on their way to the concert. She smiled-

Fuck off Lilia! She’s pushed to her knees, or has she fallen on her own. Help! Who needed help! The picture is fuzzy. Wrong. It’s not as clear as it should be. She’s inebriated. No, she's… she’s…

Her body slumps down, and before she can catch herself, Lilia hits her head off the dashboard. She curses herself, looks at Alice who drives calmly, and sits back up in her seat. “Um,” Alice starts slowly. She turns into a parking spot and shuts off the music. “Are you… back?”

Lilia looks at Alice, searching. Who’s voice had told her to- “Say something,” Lilia said.

“Something? Lilia are you ok? Do I need to call Jen or…?”

Lilia’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t need a babysitter, baby. I’m fine.” But she wasn’t fine. Time was not linear and she was actively jumping around. She couldn't hold herself, couldn't find where she needed to be like she had on the road. She looked at Alice. She needed to ask for help. She needed her sisters for the craft.

“I dont…” Alice bit her lip, “I don’t know how to help you.”

“Well I'm sure that's really hard for you,” she snapped. She rubbed her temples. In the vision… she couldn't get a grip on reality. It was like something was infecting her.

“I’m not taking your shit old woman,” Alice snapped right back, not missing a beat. Lilia barked out a humorless laugh. She nodded approvingly. It confused Alice.

“You’re into punk, right doll? Right. So why the hell are you a cop?” She gave Alice a hard stare. Alice didn't flinch, but regarded Lilia with suspicion. “I’m not, ok, that sounded judgemental. It was.”

“I wanted-”

“To help people? That wasn't intuition, that's common sense. The Protection Witch wants to protect people. So why not get into security? And don't give me that mall security bullshit, that wasn't your choice.” Lilia had successfully deflected back onto Alice. For now. Divine Mother, she really was spending too much time around Agatha. That thought made her shiver, so she softened. “You could be anything, baby,” She reached over for Alice’s hands, “embrace it.”

“Oh fuck off Lilia,” Alice groaned, “fuck that. I’m glad you had your enlightenment moment on the road, but you’re not ok!You still haven't even told me what happened after I died, so unlike Jen, I still don't have a damn clue what's wrong with you! And that's fine! But how am I supposed to protect you?”

“Don't protect me then!” Lilia shouted, “Protect yourself, baby! I’m not senile, I don't-”

“Need a babysitter! I know! You’ve fucking said Lilia, youve fucking said.” Alice slammed her hand down on the horn of the parked car. A group of punk girls, in their early teens, late twenties, cheered. “You’re smart and you can take care of yourself because you've been doing it for centuries. You and everyone else in the house, ok, I've got it. No one taught me how to be a witch. I never made a habit of spending time with women literally centuries older than me.” Her eyes welled up with tears, even as her face contorted back to the familiar anger she’d lived with for so long.

Her mother holds her hand, showing her how to spread the tarot cards. How to read people like reading cards. She will see her mother’s death, and her mother may not see the truth in it. “Please Mama, please won't you listen? Let me help, let me help,” and then in the dark of the night after vision after vision-

“Just let me help you! Don't leave me alone!” Lilia cries out, her hands flying to her hair and pulling her curls out of place, like she’d done as a girl. She shakes as her lungs try to puncture themselves on her ribs, expanding against the shell of her body. She looks back to Alice, ashamed. “That wasn't,” she started, “that wasn't for you.”

Alice nodded. She had unbuckled her seatbelt and was sitting against the inside of the door, her feet pulled up to her knees. Her head was tilted on her arms like they had been at the campfire on the witches road. Alice wasnt smiling though, she was waiting. Lilia handed her a ring to fidget with.

“My mother,” Lilia confessed quietly, “well. I lost her too. I couldn't protect her.” Lilia glances at herself in the side mirror. Her hair had been pulled into disarray. Her makeup should just be wiped off at that point. “I do not want to talk about it. Jen knows. But I knew it would happen, and I couldn't stop it, and I was alone and no one wants to be around a woman who sees their deaths-” her voice cracked, “so I was run out of everywhere. I apologize if I don’t know how to fix you, doll-”

“So don't try to fix me,” Alice said. She started out firm, then paused. She reached over for Lilia’s hand. Lilia took it- hesitantly. “Don’t try to fix, try to help. Advise. Ok?”

Lilia nodded. She pulled the curls out of her face and readjusted the neck of her shirt., fixing her posture. “And you don't need to protect me… just, oh Divine mother, just, support me. Sometimes.”

Alice nodded. A silent agreement passed between them. They did not, in fact, hug it out. They didn't go to the concert, either. With a peace made between them, Lilia saw a worse future. Her abilities were not deteriorating, she was visiting a time where she was drugged. Roofied. After Alice would tell her to fuck off, again, the protection witch would be separated from her. Neither would reach for their powers in time, because they would both be incapacitated. So instead, they went to an old vinyl shop. They left with some Grateful Dead, Billy Joel, and Alice turned Lilia onto the Crane Wives.

The shop owner, an older man, didn't peg them as mother and daughter, like his assistant had asked Lilia. Of course, Lilia said no. The shop owner, who knew and sensed more than his young apprentice, immediately saw them as Cool Niece, Cooler Aunt.

Sisters of the craft. He charged them extra.

They had yet to really understand each other, but certainly, they were getting there.

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homeofthelonelywriter · 9 months ago

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Drawn to you | Pt. 6

(A/N) There we go. I'm so sorry about not posting last week. A lot came up and I didn't find the time to write anything. Also, I really enjoy writing human!Alastor, more so than I thought, so there's gonna be more of that.

Pairing: Alastor x bunny demon!Reader (no Y/N)

Warnings: murder...yep, sexism, nightmare, flashback

Synopsis: Will he finally remember you?

“Alastor?”

When did he fall asleep? As his eyes widened, he spun around and came face to face with Charlie. She looked concerned, one of her hands raised as if she was about to touch him, but hesitated.

“Ah, princess. What can I do for you?”

The demon got to his feet and swiped his clawed hands over his coat as if to smooth out any wrinkles. Now that he was standing, Charlie had to look up at him, a motion that had always given Alastor a feeling of power, but right now, all he could think about was you.

“I’m sorry for waking you. I just wanted to check in on the two of you and offer to give you a break. You’ve been in this room for days now.”

It’s true. He has been here for days. Watching you sleep and heal. Watching you slowly get better. And if he’s honest, it’s the only reason he hasn’t marched up to Valentino and beat him to pulp. So no, he didn’t want the princess to take over. He wouldn’t be able to take accountability for what happens if he leaves the room without you.

“Thank you, Charlie. I appreciate the offer, but I’d rather stay here.”

Her face fell, concern washing over it again. She opened her mouth, about to object, but a quiet whimper stopped her.

Alastor whipped around as soon as he heard the sound leave your lips and rushed to your bedside. You were thrashing around, your face distorted in fear. You were having a nightmare. Charlie joined Alastor at your side, but he quickly shooed her away, reasoning that the more people you saw once you woke up, the more you’d panic. She hesitated, but after a few seconds nodded and left the room.

The radio demon turned all his attention to you now, still battling with the blanket on top of you. He gently grabbed your shoulders and pushed you against the mattress, trying to keep you from hurting him or yourself.

“It’s okay dear, I’m here.”

He continued to hold you down while whispering nonsense, trying to break past the panic of what you were experiencing at that moment and reach you. And it worked. You suddenly went limp, another whimper leaving your lips, but this time it was his name…but…not really his name.

“Ali…”

He blinked once…twice…three, no four times, his eyes glazing over as memories came rushing back to him. New Orleans…the radio station…and suddenly he felt the humid heat against his skin, the sweat causing his glasses to slide down his nose and he pushed them back up again.

Earth - late 1910s

He stood before his workplace, the radio company where he took over the late airings. With his usual smile, he entered the well-air-conditioned building and made his way up to the offices, on a mission to find his favorite coworker.

He quickly spotted her, shoulders slumped as she read over a page. His cheerful smile lost most of its cheer, no longer reaching his eyes as he gazed upon her back. She deserved so much more than working for thankless, egotistical men who couldn’t appreciate her genius.

With quick steps, he closed the distance between himself and her and placed his hands over her eyes, his grin returning to it’s usual brightness.

“Guess who?”

The chuckle that escaped her lips made his heart beat faster, a soft blush covering his cheeks. It was the loveliest sound he’d ever heard and at the same he wished to keep that sound to himself, he wanted to broadcast it to the entire world.

“Oh, Samantha, is that you?”

His shoulders shook as a bubbly laugh escaped his lips. He rarely laughs, but with her, it felt natural. He leaned down slightly until he could whisper into her ear.

“Would you prefer it being Samantha?”

She shook her head and Alastor lowered his hands, as the woman spun around in her chair, smiling at him. And…it was you. He finally recognized you.

“Now, how is my favorite lady doing?”

Gently, he took a hold of your right hand, guiding it to his lips to press a quick kiss against your knuckles, while you rolled your eyes. You always did but he still insisted on the gesture. After all, it was one of the only places he could kiss. At least for now.

“Ah, you know, same old, same old. Got my work done within two hours, wrote down my concept for the day and it’s not even lunchtime, got yelled at by boss-man once again,-”

As soon as you mentioned your boss, his eyes hardened and he glared at the office door that hid the fat man. If he could only kill him…maybe he would. In that moment he wondered how it felt to kill someone.

“Someone ought to take care of that bastard.”

Your eyes widened at his comment you raised your hands to cover his mouth. But he just chuckled and lowered them slowly.

“You can’t just say stuff like that. You’ll get fired.”

Alastor turned back to you with his signature smile. How adorble you were, always looking out for him.

“If I were to get fired for protecting you, it would be worth it.”

He watched a light blush cover your cheeks. You lowered your head to hide it, but he still noticed. Of course he did, he noticed everything about you. That coy smile you were wearing right now. Your favorite perfume that he could always smell on you. How you always seemed to sit up straighter when he was near. And the excitment in your eyes when you see him.

Alastor chuckled again, before carefully ruffling through your hair, making sure not to destroy your hairdo too much. You started to complain, but before the first word could even slip past your lips, he had stopped and instead started to fix the mess he had made. Then he turned back to you.

“So, what’s on your agenda today?”

You reached for the pieces of paper on your desk and went through them, Alastor listening intently and taking notes in his head. He loved your ideas and often used them during his broadcast. Especially topics he knew you were passionate about.

“Congress is supposed to vote on the 19th amendment in a few days. I really hope it gets signed.”

Alastor nodded. He’d definitely have to mention that, especially after you turned to look at him with that sparkle in your eyes. He smiled, he loved that side of you. Excited and passionate. Something he rarely found in the women around him, something that drew him even closer to you.

His thoughts were interrupted when his name was called across the office space. He looked up and saw his boss waving him over. His eyes flickered to you and he saw the disappointment in them. And he understood it all too well, himself being annoyed that he had to leave you.

“Gotta run, will you tune in tonight?”

Knowing his boss didn’t like to be kept waiting, Alastor started to walk away while still facing you.

“I always do.”

Once again his heart fluttered at your words, a giant grin spreading across his lips before he turned and ran towards his boss who was already looking annoyed. As soon as Alastor was close enough, the other man started walking, keeping silent until they were out of the office.

“Well, is she your girl?”

Alastor looked at his boss, confusion plain on his face, but shook his head once the other man confirmed he was talking about you.

“Hm…in that case…maybe I’ll call her into my office then. You know, get to it. She’s a real cutie.”

Alastor would never admit it. He usually was more careful with his killings, but at the moment he saw red.

With a strained smile, he asked his boss if he’d like to go out for a smoke, his treat of course. Once the man agreed, Alastor led him out the back door, where no one ever was, and distracted him long enough for the radio host to grab a loose brick and whack him over the back of his head. It was enough to knock him out, but that wasn’t enough. If he could have, Alastor would have beaten the man to a pulp, but he couldn’t get any blood on his person, so he instead decided to use his belt to strangle him to death.

Once he was sure the man was dead, he got to his feet, breathing heavily while his lips slowly pulled into a wicked grin. Oh, how good that felt. He only wished he could’ve watched the panic in his eyes while he died.

Still, Alastor’s mind quickly returned to the task at hand. He had just killed someone in the alley behind where he worked. He’s not sure, but there was a possibility, that others saw them leaving together and then he’d be done for. His mind was racing as he thought of what to do. He had to stage the scene, that much was obvious, but how?

Burglary.

He quickly reached into his boss’s pants and pulled out his wallet, removing all the cash before dropping the empty wallet next to the body. Next, he removed the large, gold ring from the man’s little finger, as well as his pocket watch. The last touch was taking off the man’s belt and wrapping it around his neck in place of his own, just so that the police would think that it was used to murder him and not search for another one.

Once done, he stepped back, a proud smile on his lips as he pocketed the objects he had just taken. He could use those to remember this. His first kill. But surely not his last.

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sunandsstars · 2 years ago

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BRAVERY

Jake x Neytiri x Na’vi!Reader x Lo’ak (Platonic)

Summary: After almost dying, ___ and Lo’ak come back home to a very unhappy Jake Sully. Warnings: Abandonment, Wounds, Pregnancy, Harsh parenting, Mentions of death Word count: 2.4k

“Lo’ak! Prrnen! Where are you?”

___ jogged through the forest, eyes wide and alert, ears going left and right. The boy was lost for some time, he and his brother Neteyam went out into the forest to play ‘hide and seek’ a game the humans introduced, but when the older boy came back crying stating he lost his brother, ___ rushed out as fast as she could to find him.

Neytiri was doing her Tsahìk lessons with her mother and Jake was inside the skyperson building, so the other Na’vi was the only one available to get her son. “Lo’ak?” soft whimpers could be heard to the left of her, pulling back large leaves and vines she saw a head of black braided hair and yellow eyes filled with tears “oh my baby” immediately ___ pulled him into her arms.

“Mama!” the boy gripped her arms and nuzzled into her chest “I’m sorry! I got lost and could not find home”. ___ wiped his eyes and kissed his head, hushing him into calmness.

“It is alright my warrior, mama’s here now, you are safe” she stood up to her feet and pulled Lo’ak to rest on her hip, the little boy continued to weep into her shoulder, her heart ached for her son. The forest was his home, but it could be scary when you, a child, was left to fend for yourself so far out from camp and for so long too. She’s been searching for a while.

___ walked back home with Lo’ak on her hip, who was slowly falling asleep, exhaustion setting in. She continued to hum his song cord, taking note of the sky changing from a bright blue to a pretty orange, eclipse was near. She was sure her mates would be worried for her and their child, she just hoped Neteyam wasn’t too upset.

A sharp noise came from somewhere behind them and she paused, her ears turning back to catch anything. ___ glanced at her son who was fast asleep, head on her shoulder, she took her hand and placed it on the side of his face protectively and slowly twisted around.

Nothing.

‘Maybe it was syaksyuk..’ she hoped, slowly starting to step forward again in the direction of home. But before she could step out from the clearing they where in, a growl sounded in front of them in the shadows. A large black creature revealed itself from the fauna and bared its teeth, ___’s heart leapt out of her chest ‘palulukan’

Lo’ak twisted in her grasp and opened his eyes, rubbing them and taking note that they were still not home “Sa’nok?”. Immediately he was shushed, in confusion he looked up and then to the direction his mother was staring at, seeing the animal they were faced to face with.

The child’s yellow eyes widened and his ears turned back, his other mother, Neytiri, told him of a story in which she rode a palulukan in the war. She told him that it chose her and that it was a good ally and companion even in the short time. But she also told him they were dangerous, it’s name meaning bringer of fear, and that he should stay away from them at all costs.

The creature stalked closer, jaw opening wider and Lo’ak visibly shook, fear settling in harsh. He hissed on instinct, opening his mouth and baring his teeth. A roar came out of the animals mouth and it retaliated, now starting to run towards them, taking Lo’ak’s threat personally.

A gasp was heard above him and he felt them move faster than they were before, ___ climbing roots to the best of her ability, body heavy with much weight, as the Palulukan scratched at them, breaking off parts of the forest in its path. “Close your eyes baby, do not look”

The boy didn’t have to be told twice as his eyes instantly closed, clutching his mama around the neck and squeezing tight.

___ winced loudly as she felt claws scratch at her back, feeling blood drip down onto the floor, leaving a trail and no doubt a heavy scent. She wouldn’t be able to lose the creature even if she tried.

It roared again, much louder than the last, annoyed that it’s prey was slipping away as the Na’vi dodged between trees and ducked under large roots and leaves, the only thing guiding them to home was the glow of the forest.

A sharp whistle of an arrow sounded through the heavy breathing of ___ and the Palulukan’s growls. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a flash of yellow and green and her ears fell back at another roar, this time of pain. Neytiri jumped down in front of them, arrow knocked and ready to shoot again, she hissed at the animal, much more ferocious than Lo’ak’s.

Recognising his mothers war cry, the boy snapped his eyes open and weeped with relief “sa’nok!!”. Another hiss was heard, this time it dragged longer than the archer and was much deeper than either woman’s.

“Get back to camp!” Jake skidded out of the tree line and jumped on the Palulukan with his knife, trying his best to cut a nerve to bring the animal down. ___ sighed with relief and sprinted back home, which thankfully wasn’t much farther, she hoped her mates would be ok, but she didn’t worry for them. They were strong.

“Mama!” two little voices shouted over the sound of rushing Na’vi, Neteyam and Kiri came running at them and hugged ___’s shaking legs. “You are scared” Kiri voiced her thoughts, taking note of the wobbly knees and heavy breathing, “We heard it. The roaring”

“I thought I would never see you two again” the eldest boy clutched tight, wiping his eyes and nose.

___ sat down onto the ground, kissing Lo’ak’s head and bringing both of the other children into her warm arms. “We are ok, I found your brother and we ran back, nothing can hurt us here”

“You’re hurt” Norm and Max came running with a medkit, skidding to a stop behind her and assessing the scratches “these don’t look that deep, enough to draw blood and scar though. But you won’t face any infections if treated correctly”

“Which is what I will be doing” a stern voice sounded to the left of the group, Mo’at came stalking with a basket of healing herbs. She trusted these humans, but she does not agree with their ways, preferring the great mothers help than those of burning alcohol and strange cotton wraps. She knelt down and glanced at the two men who nodded and packed the kit, sitting back and watching her work. The older Na’vi took a salve and applied it to the wounds, hearing her daughter in law hiss and growl softly to the sting.

“Grandma, you should have used the other one” Kiri peeked over her mama’s shoulder to watch Mo’at work, not afraid of the blood and gore.

“Oh? And why is that?”

“It would sting less”

___ chuckled and felt the burn disperse, sighing. Her mind drifted a little more, hand moving from Neteyam who was still clutched to her side, to her stomach which held a large noticeable bump. She was sure the adrenaline and stress got to the baby, but when feeling a soft kick to her hand all was well.

Mo’at finished with the back and then crawled to ___’s front, placing her own hand upon the bump “you two are fine, the great mother continues to shine on you” she grinned. Thanking Eywa for leaving the baby and her grandson unharmed, thanking Eywa for sparing all three lives.

“___!”

At the call of her name ___ turned around and felt her eyes water, her mates where ok, despite some dirt and bruises, maybe a couple small scratches. Her yellow orbs saw the Palulukan behind them, dead and being carried off to skin as food.

“Oh thank you great mother! Irayo si!” Neytiri ran faster than Jake, skidding to her side and kissing her head, then turning to Lo’ak and smooching his cheeks “you were hurt, we didn’t really see all that well and thought it was bad. I see now you are fine”

“She’s not fine Neytiri! She’s hurt! What if she and Lo’ak were killed?!” the boy frowned at the mention of his name, he was ok, why was his father angry, mama is alive and ok too. “Boy, what were you doing so far out into the forest? huh?! You were told to stay near to camp!”

Max and Norm glanced at each other, slowly backing away and jogging back to the old hellsgate, this was a fight they did not want to hear.

“Ma Jake, enough” ___ glared, placing her hand against her sons head once again “it was not Lo’ak’s fault”

“Oh? Then who is? You and the baby could have- could have died because of this moron!”

“JAKE!” ___ briskly stood up, softly apologising to the other two children who’s ears where folded at their fathers rage. She turned and faced her mate, anger in her watering eyes, why was he so angry at Lo’ak? Who has done nothing wrong? “This is your son, my baby, he is not an idiot! He was playing with Neteyam and got lost, this is not his fault” tears fell down her cheeks, Neytiri felt her heart break and reached out to wipe them, placing her hand on her mates full stomach. “Lo’ak was brave. He was a warrior today. Why can you not see that?”

Turning around she stalked to their hut in the trees, climbing with the three children at her sides, Lo’ak deciding to walk on his feet again. His mind turned at what his father said, he has never been so angry at him, maybe scolding him sometimes for causing trouble in the lab with Kiri, or when doing pranks with Neteyam, but this? It was new.

Reaching their home their mama walked inside and sat them all down, grabbing Lo’ak’s song cord off his tweng and grabbing a basket full of beads. “Pick one, to show off your bravery prrnen”

“I don’t know if I was that brave today mama…I was scared” He turned his head down and felt his siblings clutch his shoulders, disagreeing.

“You stood up to Palulukan, that is bravery. Being scared does not mean you are not brave little one” Lo’ak sniffed and grinned, feeling his little heart warm at his mama’s words.

“Yea you are the mighty warrior! Who is the mighty warrior?! Lo’ak!” Neteyam cheered, making war cried and throwing his fists in the air. Kiri rolled her eyes and grinned at her brothers, smacking the eldest on the head. ___ chuckled at her children and heard a rustle behind them, deciding to ignore it. Her hand went upon her belly and rubbed.

Lo’ak sifted through the different clay beads, finding a jagged black one and lifting it up “this one”, he then took his song cord and weaved it in, grinning. “This bead symbolises my bravery from a Palulukan”

A cough sounded through the open space, Lo’ak turned to see who was there and instantly his ears folded. ___ immediately knew it was her mate. “Hey…uh can I speak to you…both of you” the man slowly walked in and Neteyam and Kiri scurried out, not wanting to see what was to come. Lo’ak kept his head down, even when his father knelt next to him “Son, I want to apologise. You are not a moron, I should not have called you that. You were brave, protecting your mama when me and your mother could not. I am sorry”

The boy slowly looked up and his eyes watered for what felt like the millionth time today, he didn’t want to show this much weakness, especially not in front of him. Neteyam never did. “It is ok dad”

“No, no it’s not” Jake brought his arms up to wrap around Lo’ak and kissed the top of his head “I promise I will make it up to you…Hey, why don’t we go hunting tomorrow? Hm? Just us two?” his son perked right up, his father rarely had time to hunt with him and his brother anymore, with his duties as clan leader, and with him wanting to go hunt with just Lo’ak and not with Neteyam too…he couldn’t wait to rub it in his brothers face.

Eagerly nodding and shouting his thanks and praises, the boy scurried off, no doubt about to create a spat with his older sibling. ___ smiled a little as she watched him leave, not yet wanting to face Jake just yet but a hand fell atop her own on her tummy “___ please look at me”

She hesitated, “why should I?” she whispered softly “when you called our son an idiot for doing what children do? You hurt him, you hurt me” she turned to face him, ears back, tail swaying behind her.

Jake felt remorse, he never wanted to cause emotional harm to his family, now and ever. “I thought you two were hurt, you three even. If I lost Lo’ak..the baby..I don’t know what I would do with myself” he whispered. “When we heard the roar of the palulukan, we knew what it meant, you were in danger. Me and Neytiri never ran so fast in our life..”

“But that still does not explain you calling him names Jake”

“I was angry, at myself, I should have been the one to find Lo’ak and protect him. You should have been home safe, I took that anger out in those words and I should not have” ___ took his face into her hands and kissed his cheeks, understanding him and his fears. He’s lost so much in his life, his brother, his legs, his friends who fought in the war…

“I see you” she kissed his lips “I see your fears”. Jake felt relieved, he didn’t deserve her or her kindness. The man leant down and smooched her stomach, feeling a kick on his nose, ___ giggled “seems the little one is punishing you”

“I deserve it” he chuckled. He was glad that his family was intact and safe, he would need to put up watches tonight, afraid anything else would happen. But somehow, he knew, this was not the end.

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moonlightbvcky · 1 year ago

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Love,

Kate Bishop x girlfriend!reader

summary: the thought of dating a hero sounds all fun in games, until they’re away fighting crime on your birthday. But knowing Kate, she always has something up her sleeve.

warnings: fluff! Reader is sad because Kate can’t be there for her birthday- or can she? 👀 implied smut at the end.

note: this originally was just going to be a very little something, but while making the moodboard- I got inspired! I’m new at writing, please be nice <3

Happy birthday Ria, you deserve all the good things. I love you so much, you’re the best 🫶 this one’s for you! @belovaskitkat

Your eyes blinked a few times, trying to register your surroundings. You stretched out in your and your girlfriend’s shared bed, a wide smile plastered on your face. Today was your birthday!

You rolled over a little too quickly to where your girlfriend usually would be laying, almost always still asleep. Kate never was and still isn’t a morning person.

The smile quickly faded as you noticed the empty and cold sheets.

“Oh yeah,” you said to yourself in a whisper, remembering her and Clint were on a mission today.

You felt the happiness and excitement in your chest quickly start to fade, until you noticed a little folded note on Kate’s pillow.

Quickly you snatched it up as you sat up in bed, rubbing your eyes more to adjust to the sunlight creeping through the curtains.

You unfolded the note, and began to read your girlfriend’s beautifully sloppy handwriting.

“Dear my love,

Happy birthday princess! I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to wake you up with kisses and pancakes. However, there’s a little something in the kitchen waiting for you!

- love, your dork.”

You were out of bed faster than you were done reading the darn note. Excitement filling you up again as you were running through your both shared apartment to the kitchen.

Lucky was quick to join in on the excitement, running along beside you as his tail went crazy.

You giggled at the cute dog, and stopped right as you got to the kitchen.

“Oh Lucky, look!” You were immediately in awe at the sight. Two big stuffed teddy bears sitting next to a beautiful cake on the kitchen table. Another folded note tucked into one of the arms of the bears.

Hand on your heart as you walked up to the table, tears forming quickly. Happy yet sad tears.

“I should call and thank her, shouldn’t I? Or do you think she’s in the middle of kicking ass?” You laughed, talking to Lucky as if he could answer you.

You shook away the idea, knowing Kate probably wouldn’t answer, and she’d be home tomorrow anyway.

Picking the note from the teddy bears arms as you admired them both with love in your eyes. You really do have the best girlfriend.

Your shifted towards the cake, taking your pointer finger while holding the note in the other hand, you lightly took some of the frosting off the side of the cake.

“Well- it is my cake,” you shrugged and popped the frosting into your mouth. The cake was just as delicious as it looked!

Pulling the note to your attention finally, you laughed immediately at the sight of Kate’s failed attempt at a heart on the face of the letter. You opened it and your eyes began to follow her writing yet again-

“Dear my beautiful girl,

Happy birthday, baby. I just wanted to remind you that you’re always loved by me. Even on your not so good days, bad days, and even worse days. The day I met you, that was when my life began. It will always start and end with you, y/n. I don’t exactly know who to thank for putting us on this big ball we call earth, for letting our paths cross at the right time. Maybe the stars? I’m not sure. But I’d never be able to thank them enough. You’re always the light I need, the soft place to land, and the one who always hears me when no one else does. You’re always enough. Always. I love you.

- love, your KitKat.”

You felt the warm tears fall onto your cheeks as you finished the letter, a soft cry of happiness leaving your lips.

Just as you were about to get your phone out to call Kate, even on the chance she won’t answer- you heard the front door open behind you.

Quickly you turned around ready to fight, but the person who came into eyesight made your arms and legs go weak.

“Hey birthday girl,” Kate said with a smirk on her face, a couple bags dangling in her hands. More gifts probably.

Immediately you ran to her, engulfing your girlfriend into probably one of your tightest shared hugs yet.

You attacked her face in kisses, Kate laughing and holding you just as tight in response.

“You’re! Here! You’re! Really! Here!” You said between kisses, giggling as the tears didn’t stop.

“Y/n, baby- I’m not about to be if you keep squeezing me so tight!” Kate laughed as you continued to spam her face in kisses yet loosened your grip eventually.

Finally you both shared a soft and tender kiss, Kate’s hands going to your hips as usual. Yours on her shoulders despite her being taller.

Pulling away Kate looked at you in adoration, “happy tears I hope?”

You nodded slightly as Kate whipped them away with her thumbs.

“Very happy. Thank you for my gifts, and my notes. And just- for being you Kate Bishop.” You said softly, the tears slowing as you took in the smell of her.

“Anything for you baby. Happy birthday,” Kate leaned in once more, but this time for a forehead kiss.

You leaned against her lips, “I love you.”

“I love you more,” Kate responded against your head.

“I love you most,” you smiled and closed your eyes. Your heart full. This birthday couldn’t get any better.

“What’re you doing home? Not that I’m complaining..” you pulled away looking up at her.

“Clint called me last night while you were sleeping, said the mission was off. I thought it’d be fun to surprise you,” Kate smirked.

“Ya know, I stopped by a little shop on the way home, got a few new little things I think my birthday girl would look good in.” Her hands suddenly tighter on your hips.

Okay.. maybe this birthday could get better after all.

#kate bishop x reader #kate bishop x female reader #kate bishop #kate bishop moodboard #writings <3

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cantalouupe · 2 years ago

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fhfhfghfjs instead of brain there is tummy bulge xiao,,, just fucking him and seeing the bulge of your dick in his stomach <33

this ask . . . whoever you are just know this changed me

nsfw!!! mdni!!! xiao x m!reader

bottom xiao, sub xiao, tummy bulge, size kink, pet names (baby & good boy)

“Are you ready?” You ask Xiao, sprawled out beneath you, as you remove your fingers from inside him. He’s flushed, skin rosy and damp with a sheen of perspiration—his hair is unruly, and strands are sticking to the sweat his forehead. You sweep your other hand across it, moving the hair out of his face to see his expression clearer.

Once already you’d brought him close the edge, but selfishly stopped before he could go over. He often gets tired after just one orgasm, falling asleep before you even get a chance to properly clean him up, but you crave him so vehemently, so desperately that you keep him from coming until you’ve had your fill. He never seems to mind it, though, staying pliant and moaning hushed and sweet while you play with him.

It’s a bit of a struggle to get inside him, initially. The heavy amount of prep helps you, but his small frame has a hard time welcoming your cock, always squeezing so tight it borders on painful. You guide yourself to him, his body growing tight as soon as he feels your cock bump against his ass, an unconscious action that you diffuse through gentle touches and words.

“Just relax, baby.” You see his lips part, as though attempting to shoot back a small “I’m trying” but you find yourself leaning into him before he has the chance, sealing your mouth over his. He reciprocates as easily as ever, kissing you back like he’d been waiting for it and there’s nothing else he’d rather be doing.

There’s nothing that relaxes him quite like the pressure of your lips against his, and you find that he starts to open up beautifully after getting the chance to kiss you. It’s still suffocating inside, but it’s perfect, and you groan at every inch you’re able to get inside him.

“That’s it,” you praise, “that’s a good boy.”

He inhales, a wet, pathetic little breath, hands clutching onto your arms for dear life while you presume your task, pushing yourself deeper, deeper until you can see the little bulge in his stomach from your cock.

You rub your hand over the bump—always a little mesmerized by how visible it is, how small he is for it to show through—and press down on it the way you know he likes. His body jerks and he makes a noise akin to a sob. It’s the type of noise he’d be embarrassed to hear himself make, one that he would normally try to cover or stifle. Luckily for you, he is at the stage where his awareness is dulled, too drunk on you to notice any sound you pull from him.

Even better is when you start moving, beginning that intoxicating pull and push that makes Xiao tremble. You hold his waist to prevent him from shifting too much, and fuck him a little harder, a little faster, setting a rhythm that sets him off. He’s never truly loud, always quiet in his whimpers and cries, but he never stays quiet. Being as close as possible offers the best access to these soft noises of pleasure, so you always try to keep your face near his to hear them.

Each time you thrust in and your cock bulges through his stomach, he makes a hiccupped moan. He can’t look at it, eyes screwed shut while you hammer in and out of him; he can’t look, but you do, feeling a little possessive over him and how pretty he looks, how nicely he takes your cock, how big you are compared to him. You press down over the spot on his stomach again, keeping it there and feeling your cock against your hand while you fill him.

#genshin x reader #genshin smut #xiao x reader #xiao smut

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lostgracestories · 1 year ago

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Alone Without You (Satoru Gojo x Reader)

TW: A tiny bit of angst? Not really? Otherwise no TW <3

Word Count: 526 Sorry it's so short once again!

This was the late night cuddle/rambles with Gojo that won the poll and I had to write it the same day the poll ended cause I got excited, lol! Anyways, I really hope you enjoy it and lmk if maybe there should be a continuation?

You were accustomed to this. Laying in bed alone while your boyfriend worked late. You weren’t ever mad about it, just a little lonely. Tonight was no different than the rest.

”I’ll be home for dinner tonight!”

He had promised you that before he left. You knew that he wouldn’t actually be home for dinner. Regardless, you had gone through the trouble of making his favorite food in the small hope that he might actually make it. Of course, you ended up eating alone, again. After that, you had showered and gotten changed into your favorite set of pajamas. So now here you were, laying on your side of your shared king sized bed, staring at the ceiling. The room was completely silent and yet you had completely missed the sound of familiar footsteps walking across the floor. You were so focused on the ceiling that you even failed to notice the bed dip.

“Y/n… I’m sorry I didn’t make it for dinner” The familiar voice snapped you out of your daze and you turned your head to face two beautiful blue eyes and messy white hair.

“It’s alright… I saved left overs for you…”

You offer Gojo a tired smile and he swears he can feel his breath catch in his throat. He had never managed to make it home until after you were asleep up until now. However, seeing you now with that tired smile glued to your face, he vows to make it home to this as much as possible from now on.

“Thank you, I really appreciate the effort you put into me, even when you know I won’t make it home in time…” Gojo means it. He had postponed dating for so long. Not just because he was prioritizing training, exorcizing curses, and his strength, but because he knew that because of his position, he would struggle to be there consistently for a future lover. And yet here you were, being so patient with him… what did he do to deserve you?

“S’nothing… m’glad you’re here…” Your words begin to mush together as your exhaustion starts to get the better of you and Gojo notices. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into him, tracing his fingers softly up and down your back.

“I’m glad I’m here too… did you miss me?” You meet him with a tired giggle and tilt your head up to look at him.

“I always miss you…”

You press a careful kiss to his collarbone and close your eyes. You were ready to sleep now. You lifted your leg and wrapped it around Gojo as well as your arms. It was like you were trying to melt into him. He found it adorable and kissed the top of your head.

“Good night beautiful…” He was met with silence. For the first time in forever, you had been able to fall asleep in his arms. It gave you comfort. Therefore, you had passed out faster than you ever had before. When he noticed this, he let out a soft chuckle and closed his own eyes.

You know… he could get used to this…

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starfirewildheart · 1 year ago

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The Wolf and the Flame

Chapter 4

Summary: Geralt had just found Ciri and was headed to Kaer Morhen when something drew him into the woods. He found a woman near death and things changed for them all. (I suck at summaries just read please!) Yennefer is bad in the start of this but she and Geralt work on their friendship. Eskel is a dick at first but there is a reason and it works out. Will have a happy ending. Ciri is younger here than in the netflix show. She is about 12.

Warnings: abuse history, injuries, hurt comfort, no one under 18 to be safe, will add when I need to

Words: 2,992

Chapter 4

Naurel got out of bed as soon as she was positive that Ciri and the others in the next room were asleep. She sat down by the fire in the small fireplace to warm her freezing body. Thoughts and emotions battled in her head and heart until she wanted to scream for them to stop. Should she tell Geralt she wanted to be left here? Run for it and not say anything? That wasn’t an option really because Geralt kept saying they were connected in some way and he needed to understand why. The sky was starting to lighten just before the sunrise by the time she’d made her choice. She’d heard Geralt yelling then storm out slamming the door shortly after she had gone into Ciri’s room and hadn’t heard him come back. If she was lucky she would be able to slip out unnoticed.

She made it out of the Inn without incident only because the witcher was still gone. Releasing a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding she headed to take care of some business. The sun was just peeking over the horizon when she had completed her deeds. “Thank you for letting me ride you,” she said softly to the paint horse whose reins she gripped in her right hand. Roach and Ciri’s gray mare Lady were both on her left, leads being held together. She smiled when Roach nudged her with her nose as if to say ‘good job’ for talking to her new mount. “I’m not a good rider. I’ve never ridden without Geralt,” she admitted. “I’m still not physically healed but I promise to do the best I can and to get you treats whenever possible.” They had arrived at the Inn and she latched Lady and Roach’s reins to the hitching post before turning to her horse and trying to get in the saddle. It caused her too much pain to try and lift her weight into the stirrup and it also made her angry at herself for not healing faster. Damn her body and her weakness. How was she going to do this without help because if Geralt knew she was still hurting this badly he’d insist she ride with him so he could protect her and she wasn’t about to take his attention from his mate so soon after their reuniting.

Biting her bottom lip she looked around for something to help when her eyes settled on the building across the street with a raised porch. Guiding her horse over she positioned her so that she was sideways next to the wooden structure then climbed the steps and approached the horse that way. She didn’t have to lift herself off the ground but throwing her leg over took her breath for a moment. Her horse wickered and huffed but stayed still. “Good girl,” she praised and scratched her neck. “Now let's try this whole moving thing huh?” Naurel clicked her tongue and gave the mare's sides a small tap. “Oh gods!” she softly squealed as they started moving. Deciding it would be good to experiment now instead of in front of everyone she pulled the reins to the left then to the right and was quite proud of herself when a sudden voice nearly caused her to fall.

“Where do you think you're going?” Geralt demanded as he grabbed hold of the halter on her horse. He was pissed that she was leaving but he’d suspected it would happen after last night. Yennefer and Jaskier both promised to keep an eye out for her until he returned. Looks like they did a magnificent job.

“Nowhere,” her voice was soft but sure. “I mean I did go somewhere earlier but now I’m here.” His look was anything but impressed or amused so her forced smile faltered but she continued. “It’s going to be snowing soon so I got a warm cloak and boots and now that we have new companions I figured I should have my own horse. I know roach is special but I don’t think even she can carry three for long.” His eyes never left her like he was searching for the least bit of dishonesty.

“We need to talk about last night.”

She shook her head and held her smile. “No, Geralt, you have nothing to explain. Ciri told me how you thought Yennefer died at Sodden. How you searched for her until the witch told you she died. How sad you were at the news. You did nothing wrong.” It was me who fucked up, she said to herself.

“No,” he growled and put his hand on her thigh. “Naurel, I care for you. I’ve never felt the way I have since I found you.”

Her heart thundered in her chest and she knew he could hear it. A tear slipped down her cheek as she reached out to cup his jaw in her hand. “I know whatever it is that was done to me, whatever magic that is on me is drawing us together. I promise you that I’m not running Geralt. I told you I’d go with you to Kaer Morhen to see if anyone could help and I will keep my word. Hopefully Vesimer or one of your sorceress friends can figure out how to fix me and you can have your life back.”

He knew the hurt was deep for her because it was just as bad for him so he didn’t push. At least he had her promise that she wouldn’t run. He turned his head, placing a soft kiss on her palm. “You’re wrong about my feelings Naurel but I’ll take what little hope you can give me for now. I don’t like you riding your own horse, you are still too weak and I’m afraid your wounds will open up again.”

Before she could protest the door of the Inn opened and their other companions came running out. Jaskier looked relieved to see Naurel safe. “I’m sorry, it was Yennefer’s watch,” he explained to Geralt.

Ciri handed Geralt his things as she breathed a sigh of relief at seeing Naurel. When she woke up and her friend was gone it made her heart ache. She climbed up on Lady and prepared herself for another long day in the saddle.

“Can I ride with you?” Jaskier asked Ciri. “Geralt won’t let me ride with him,” he shot the witcher a look.

Ciri chuckled, “Sure as long as Lady is agreeable.” Jaskier jumped up behind her and Lady didn’t protest.

Yennefer came to stand beside Geralt between Roach and Naurel’s horse. She touched the red head’s leg while giving her a look of mock sympathy. Naurel spurred her horse forward and rode away from them. Geralt sighed and shook his head at Yennefer. “What the fuck are you playing at Yen?”

“I feel asleep. I was tried. It worked out because she’s fine,” Yen explained.

He glared at Yen but spoke to the redhead. “Naurel,” he called out a warning, his tone stern.

She turned the horse back and rode toward him slowing as she passed. “Never out of sight. I remember your rules witcher. I’m just trying to get a feel for my horse.”

“Go that way,” he pointed to the north. “I need to pay the farrier then we will head out.”

“I paid him when I bought the horse from him this morning,” she told him, then rode off northbound before he could question her.

They rode till late afternoon mostly listening to the bard tell stories about his adventures with Geralt and Yennifer and the occasional song here and there pretending there wasn’t an uneasy tension in the air. Naurel was pretty sure that her head was going to explode. Geralt had reluctantly let Yennefer ride behind him and they rode beside Naurel most of the time, the witcher' eyes always watching her even though she’d assured him she was fine.

Naurel was trying to focus on the road ahead instead of the pain or the way Geralt’s eyes never left her when she noticed Ciri ride around to the other side of her effectively pinning her between them. She wondered if her riding was that bad because she thought she was doing well for her first time alone.

“Where did you get the money for the horse,” Yennefer asked, trying to distract Geralt. She bit back a smile when she caught Naurel’s glare but pushed on. “I mean Ciri told us how they found you near death with nothing. Or were you hiding your wealth from them?” she asked accusingly.

“I would never do that,” Naurel growled angrily. “I can be accused of a lot of things witch but being a thief or a whore are not one of them.” She knew Yennefer was insinuating she’d whored herself out for money and it provoked a rage in her that she didn’t like. The most severe beatings she received in her life were because she’d run from slavers or owners when they tried to force her into the sex trade. “I sold my necklace to the innkeeper. I had asked him if there was a jeweler in town and he asked to buy the locket himself for his wife.”

“You sold your locket? Why?” Geralt was angry and confused.

Naurel shrugged. “It was just a locket. I’ve had it since I was three and it wasn’t doing anyone any good hidden away.”

“But it was your only tie to your past,” he sighed. “To help you find who your family was.”

“It was a stupid dream. I was orphaned either by choice or necessity. I’ve been nothing since I was three. I'm sure that’s not going to suddenly change because of a small piece of gold. Besides, it just made me more vulnerable if someone were to attack. Now I have nothing worth their time or attentions.”

“So you were just a slave girl?” Yen asked, intrested in the woman's past and where she was from.

“Yennefer,” Great growled in warning.

Naurel shook her head but forced a smile. “Yes, I was just a lowly slave. I have no worth, no fortune, no talent, no usefulness really but I guess destiny wasn’t done with me yet.

“Destiny is for frightened people who can’t think for themselves. You make your own lot in life, your own choices that lead you where you end up. That is one thing Geralt and I agree on wholeheartedly. Fuck destiny.”

She thought about it for a moment and realized that Yen was likely right. If she had been stronger or better at something or just been a different person she would have likely been a different person in a different place. If she’d just given in to the demands of the guards maybe she wouldn’t be here now. She frowned when she felt Geralt’s hand on her left arm and Jaskier’s on her right.

“It’s time to stop for the night. Yennefer get down, Jaskier, hold her,” Geralt inclined his head toward Naurel.

Naurel frowned as Ciri reached out and took the reins from her. “What are you doing? I don’t need anyone to hold me. Why are we stopping?” She hissed when Geralt pulled her down into his arms. “Put me down.”

“No. You are wavering in the saddle barely able to hold yourself up. The fact that you don’t realize it tells me just how bad it is.” He sat her down on the blanket Ciri laid out for them then sat behind her. He opened his kit then started to undo the back of her dress to check her wounds.

“How can I help?” Jaskier asked as he knelt beside them.

Geralt frowned at the blood soaking the bandages on her back. “Bring one of the water skins,” he told his friend.

Jaskier grabbed the waterskin Yennefer was getting ready to drink from and took it to Geralt. He knelt over one of the witcher's legs just in time to catch Naurel as she fell forward, too weak to hold herself up anymore. “Easy,” he soothed as she laid her head on his shoulder.

“I’m ok. We can keep going,” she insisted even though she was losing the battle to stay upright.

“Yennefer, start gathering wood for a fire. Ciri, start setting up so we can heat some water,” Geralt ordered. His anger was getting the best of him. He didn’t understand why Yennefer was acting this way. He just knew he had to get her out of his sight for a few minutes or he was going to snap.

“Bossy witcher,” Yennefer sighed but went to gather wood.

“That’s bad Geralt,” Jaskier said as he looked at Naurel’s back. “I thought Triss healed her.”

“She did heal the worst of it.” He shared a concerned look with the bard and focused on his task. Once he’d examined every injury including her hip and leg he laid her back on the blanket with his cloak folded under her head then went to the fire to start mixing herbs into a tea to help with the infection.

The sun had long set and the stars were shining above the trees. Everyone was gathered around the fire eating some cured pork that they had gotten on their stop in town. Naurel groaned when Geralt lifted her upper body and sat behind her again. As much as she didn’t want to she couldn’t help but lean bodily into him for his comfort and warmth. “Drink this,” he said as he held the cup to her lips.

She took a sip and started coughing. “By the God’s it tastes like a frog's ass,” she sputtered.

Everyone laughed, even Geralt, which shocked the hell out of Jaskier. He’d never even seen the witcher smile. “Drink,” Geralt chuckled.

“No,” Naurel shook her head. A low rumble in his chest and a commanding “Drink,” made Naurel shiver and comply. How the hell did he do that?

“Um,” Jaskier spoke up, “How do you know what a frog’s ass tastes like?”

This time Naurel choked from laughing. “I don’t but it’s low to the ground, wet and slimy and covered in dirt so I assumed.”

Geralt put the cup aside when it was empty then ran his hands over her arms. “You’re freezing.”

“It’s the ice in my heart,” she teased and she could feel him shake his head. After a moment she got to her feet.

“Where are you going?” he stood with her.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” she told him. He took her arm to guide her. “Umm, no. You are not going with me to pee.”

“You are not going out there unprotected,” he argued.

She reached out and pulled the dagger from the belt on his side. “Now I’m protected. If I need you then you will reach me quickly, you're a witcher.” She walked past Ciri who was about to stand, “You aren’t going with me either princess. There are some things a lady needs to do alone.” She heard Geralt’s displeased growl as she walked away from the fire and knew he didn’t like it but he stayed put.

She went a bit farther than she intended but something seemed to be watching out for her because she found what she was looking for. There was a large willow tree and the withered husks of carvacrol plants near a small stream. The water had mostly iced over but still trickled in places. The weather had already caused the willow sap to draw back deep into the tree and the plants were long dead but she needed them if she had any hope of hiding her pain from her companions. Kneeling before the tree she took Geralt’s dagger, sliced across her left palm, and allowed the blood to drip on the tree and the plants below. “ I call upon Sylvestris deus, keeper of the forest. I take only what I need and will heal your tree after. Please allow me this,” she pleaded. She felt when energy left her body and went into the tree and flowers. It was energy she really couldn’t spare but she convinced herself it would be ok. The tree bark brightened and the flowers below bloomed purple. Carefully she harvested them, cutting the bark into small pieces and putting it all into a pouch that she had in her cloak before rubbing her still bleeding hand over the wounded tree and watching as it knitted back new, fresh bark. She quickly washed her hand and the dagger in the stream knowing she’d been gone too long. Geralt was going to kill her. Sure enough, when she was halfway back he was searching for her and he wasn’t happy. She held her hands up in surrender. “I’m sorry, I don’t move as fast as I should right now. It took longer than I intended.”

He was relieved she was ok so he let it go this time. “I’m just glad you are safe,” he pulled her to him and hugged her.

“Geralt, I won't do anything stupid. You don’t have to focus so much of your attention on me. I know you have other responsibilities.” She hated worrying him so much and was afraid that his attention would be focused on her and something would happen to Ciri.

“You aren’t a responsibility,” he told her as he leaned in and kissed the top of her head before he led her back to camp.

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