#it's just something that momentarily annoyed me when i was already half annoyed with her

[11bountyhunters]

I have to remind myself that it's okay for people to self diagnose. it's okay for people to self diagnose

IT IS OKAY FOR PEOPLE TO SELF-DIAGNOSE

thank you

[probably-writing-x]

All The Firsts (Part 3)

Summary: So, could you write something about the reader being in her first relationship with spider (hbh) and her being worried about how she’s new at this?

Warnings: Drinking, mentions of drugs, cursing, some sexual references and hints but no actual smut (UNLESS THIS IS SOMETHING WE WANT IN PART 4????), mentions of anxiety

Word Count: 7.9k

Author’s Note: Okay I LOVE writing this series and I love the love i’m getting on it!! I’m already setting up for part 4 - please let me know what y’all want to see in that part and whether we’re wanting smut or not <3

“Alright, well, we’re going to leave before this gets any more awkward than it is,” Amerie grimaces, reaching for Harper and dragging her by the wrist to get out of the room.

Missy scoffs and mutters something incoherent under her breath before standing up from the bed and following the girls out of the door. Her eyes linger on Spider as she walks past and you feel your stomach turn.

He pushes into the room and the door shuts swiftly behind him, Spencer taking a spot on the bed opposite you where Missy had just been sat.

“What’s going on? Why are you upset?” He frowns, reaching out for your hands just as you draw them into you, folding your arms over your torso. His hands fall just in front of his lap, like he’s not sure where they should be if they’re not holding yours.

“I-“ You clear your throat, trying to stop the emotion from taking over.

This was Spencer. You could be annoyed at him. You’d done it before.

“What did you say to Missy about me when you two were dating?”

“Wh-“ He exhales, scanning your face as if wishing you would tell him more, “What do you mean? I probably said a lot of things I-“

“About me,” You say abruptly, “What did you say to her about me?”

He visibly shifts at the change in your tone, like this is no longer him trying to comfort you and instead him trying to fix whatever damage he’d done.

“I said a lot of stuff about you, in fact, she got annoyed about me talking about you so much,” He half-laughs like he hopes it will brighten your spirits, “We argued about it, actually. About how I spoke about you too much.”

“And in that argument you told her that you felt sorry for me,” You bite through the words, feeling the same bubbling sickness rise through you, “You told her you’d never see me like that. And then you told her you feel fucking sorry for me. So is that what this is Spencer? Is this you just feeling fucking sorry for me?”

You stand up from the bed and try to fight back the tears brewing in your eyes, taking a deep breath to try to suppress any spilling emotion. Your back is to him now and it feels easier to deal with when you weren’t looking at those eyes.

“Sorry for you?” He breathes out, “Do you think that’s what I’m doing? That me kissing you was just some sort of pity party?”

You bite your lip to stop it from shaking, feeling the looming presence of him stood just two feet behind you.

“You think that when I kissed you, when I told you how long I’ve been waiting to do that, when I told you I want to be with you,” He steps forward, “You think all of that was just some fucked up version of charity?”

You glance upwards into the mirror over the sink in the bedroom and watch as he steps closer to you once more. His hand reaches forward and pulls down one of your arms, gently, letting your arm fall to the side before lacing his fingers with yours.

“(Y/n) you shouldn’t ever think that,” He clenches his jaw and unclenches it like he too is trying to stop himself from getting emotional.

“Then what did you say to her?” You half-whisper the words, letting out a shaky breath alongside them.

He guides you around to face him, his hand only momentarily leaving yours, “I told her that I wished you spent more time with us. I kept telling her how everyone would love you and nobody got to see it because you never came out with us, never came to parties, nothing. And when she asked me why I cared about you so much I just told her it was because I’d known you the longest. And when she got jealous I told her I’d never seen you like that. Not that I never would. And, in fact, I think that’s one of the few things I lied to her about. I’m not sure when I’d first seen you like this (Y/n) but it sure as hell wasn’t just last weekend, I just needed that weekend to wake me up to it, that’s all.”

You smile just a little and then look down from him like you’re ashamed to admit to it.

Spencer moves his hand to tilt your chin up to his, smiling down at you until his expression reflects on your own features, “It’s you, (Y/n). Nobody comes close.”

With that, he cups your cheeks into his hands and kisses you with the most gentle, sincere touch that he can muster. It’s sweet and soft and yet reminds you in his contact that he really meant the words, like a seal of approval.

“Please don’t let Missy upset you like that, okay?” Spencer sighs as he pulls away from you, “She’s just…”

“I know,” You say, leaning forward to rest your forehead on his chest, “I know.”

The pounding in your head seems to settle then, slowing against the beat of his heart. And you do believe him, of course you do. But part of you wanted to forget that anything with him and Missy had ever happened. You wanted to forget that they’d ever been together, that she ever knew the parts of him that you knew. You wanted to forget it all.

———

Later that night, Spencer tells you that everyone’s meeting outside for a bonfire. The teachers weren’t going to be there and Ant and some of the other boys had managed to get enough beers for everyone. You still didn’t feel one hundred percent after what had happened with Missy but the worst thing you could do would be to sit in the room knowing that she and everyone else was out. You wouldn’t be able to get the thought of the two of them out of your head.

Spencer holds your hand as you walk through to the clearing in the forest, everyone already mingling around the space. Your friends are sat huddled together on one side of your view - evidently uninterested in making small talk with everyone else there. They look over at you and down to where Spencer’s hand is in yours as if it’s the strangest thing they’ve seen. As if it still didn’t make sense. On the far side of the fire is all of Spencer’s friends, all of them loud and shouting at each other as one of them is downing a drink from a can. And on the other side, Harper, Amerie, Darren, Cash and Quinn. They’re chatting amongst themselves, all laughing at something Cash had just said.

“Come on, let’s get a drink,” Spencer encourages, squeezing your hand gently.

“Um, can I catch up with you in a minute? You can go see the boys,” You smile up at him, squeezing his hand back.

“Yeah, sure,” Spencer nods, letting your hand go as he goes to walk over to the guys.

He glances back, expecting to see you walking towards your friends but frowning a little when he sees you instead walk over to Harper’s group.

“Hey!”

You don’t even have to speak before they all part ways to let you into the group, Amerie and Harper smiling at you brightly as Harper greets you.

“You all know (Y/n), right?” Amerie looks at the rest of them, “She’s in our dorm this week.”

“Yeah we’ve got chemistry together, I think,” Cash mentions, “You’re the one that knows all the answers.”

You laugh, crossing your arms in front of you as if trying to shrink away from the overwhelming attention.

“I love your jacket, (Y/n), how opposed are you to sharing clothes with people you’ve just spoken to?” Darren smiles, taking a sip of their drink.

“Only a little opposed, maybe get a few drinks in me and ask me again,” You joke, trying to relax into their company.

“Okay, I’m only going to ask once,” Amerie squeezes your arm, “Is everything okay with you and Spider?”

You let out a deep breath, “Yeah, yeah I think so.”

You glance over your shoulder, over to where Spencer is stood chatting with his friends. He glances over at you too and his face seems to light up in the flicker of the bonfire flame when he sees your eyes on his. He frowns a little at the sight of the group you were stood with but you shrug a little and he smiles. You’re the one that looks away first.

“(Y/n) they’re getting a drink, do you want one too?” Quinn speaks up to ask you, smiling brightly.

You turn back to the group and smile, feeling a little more yourself around them.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to see your old friends. It was just that something felt a little restricted with them now that they knew you were with Spencer. They weren’t outwardly judging you but you could tell there were conversations going on behind your back. Like they saw you as someone new now. Like you weren’t the person they’d known. And it worried you that they weren’t just happy to see you happy. Instead, they were watching on as if waiting for it to go wrong. Like this would all be something that they could laugh at you for in a years time. Do you remember that weird time when you started dating Spider?

“Come on (Y/n), what’s your drink of choice?” Amerie links her arm with yours and you feel yourself relax even more into the company of the group.

———

A little while later, the groups seem to be combining more so and you end up blended with the boys’ group as Ant comes to find Harper. Everyone settles onto makeshift log seats around the bonfire and you watch Spencer walk over to seek you out amongst the group.

“Do you mind if I sit here, Darren?” Spider asks, smiling awkwardly in a way you rarely saw from him.

Darren looks up and scrunches their face in disgust, “Why are you being like … polite?”

The boys laugh and all yell incoherent mumblings about Spider being a changed man. You look up at him and try to fight back the smile on your face, laughing a little at his evident discomfort.

“Look, if (Y/n)’s going to be a good influence, please god make the most of it,” Darren rolls their eyes at you, “But just warning you she’s way too good for you.”

Spencer scoffs and sits down beside you on the log, “Yeah, I’m well aware.”

You nudge at his side just gently as if ensuring that he knew that wasn’t true and Spencer rests an arm over your thigh, drawing you close to him.

“How’s your night been?” He asks you quietly, like he wants to preserve the conversation for only your ears.

“Good,” You smile softly, “I’ve had maybe… one too many drinks.”

He chuckles, brushing a lock of hair away from your face, “Are you cold?”

You shake your head, “Beer blanket.”

“Ahh,” Spider nods knowingly, “Well tell me when that wears off.”

You tap your cup against his in a cheers and avert your attention back to the group, everyone bustling in separate conversations as the last few stragglers join the circle. Your friends had already left, you hadn’t seen them go.

“Alright, truth or dare?” Ant suggests, cracking open another beer can and pouring half of it into his cup and half into Harper’s, “Unless anyone has any other suggestions?”

“How about never have i ever?” Missy cocks a brow, her attention seemingly focused completely on you as she speaks, though her eyes scan over everyone as if seeking out a reaction.

“Yeah, why not?” Spencer clears his throat, his arm still on your thigh, his fingertips brushing the bare skin of your legs.

You glance at him and he smiles at you, so strangely innocent compared to the venom that he seemed to inject into those words. You lean into him just a little more and he relaxes into your touch.

“Okay, never have I ever…” Sasha begins slowly, eyes scanning the circle, “Done shrooms.”

At least half of the circle all drink, Spencer taking a sip from his cup too. He rolls his eyes at the question. You remember him mentioning after the last school trip here that they’d all taken something. He’d told you all about it the week after.

“Never have I ever…” Ant begins this time, “Got with two people in the same night.”

You watch as a few people around the circle drink. Spencer doesn’t, instead just swirling the liquid around his cup in his free hand.

“Really?” You speak quietly, looking up at him with raised brows.

He laughs as he looks at you, “Yeah, you surprised?”

“No, no,” You shake your head, “Well, a little.”

“Not for lack of trying, right Spider?” Missy speaks up from over the circle, tilting her head as if examining the two of you.

“Cut it out, Missy,” Spider returns, taking another swig of his drink.

“Hey, (Y/n), you haven’t drank yet,” Missy points out, frowning exaggeratedly as if wanting to remind you that she meant it mockingly, “Let’s give you an easy one - Never have I ever… lost my virginity.”

You could easily lie. Take a sip of your drink and roll your eyes at her like it was nothing. But you think about it for a second too long. And, before you know it, it feels like everyone’s eyes are on you - waiting for you to take a sip.

“No drink? You can’t-“ Missy stops her words to laugh outwardly, “You’re not a virgin are you?”

“She doesn’t have to play your shitty little game,” Spider speaks up, his voice raised in the way he knew would make people listen, “How about you cut the bullshit, yeah?”

“Is there something your precious little girlfriend needs to tell us, Spider?” Missy pouts, “Or am I still the only girl you can get it up for?”

The group seems to wince in chorus, all murmuring under their breath words that you couldn’t hear. You don’t look at any of them, not sure where to place your eyes that wouldn’t make you instantly embarrassed. More so than you already felt.

“Stop being such a bitch Missy, seriously,” Amerie speaks up to defend you, “(Y/n) doesn’t need to get caught in the crossfire of whatever unresolved shit you and Spider have.”

“I’ll leave it if he answers the question,” Missy shrugs, “What will it be, Spider?”

It’s like the conversation is happening to you, like you’re powerless to respond, just watching it unfold. This was all too much. How had it got to this already?

“Go fuck yourself Missy,” Spencer spits the words at her, his jaw clenching, his arm unmoving from your thighs, “How about you worry about yourself rather than trying to ruin my relations-“

You stand up from the log quickly, the blood rushing to your head as you do, your heart pounding to keep up with your instinctive thoughts. You couldn’t hear this any longer. You couldn’t do this another minute. You had to get away. And your feet are hurrying you away before your mind has a chance to catch up.

There are the sounds of feet chasing after you and part of you wishes it won’t be Spider. You couldn’t deal with him just yet. He’d be angry and annoyed and he’d be talking about Missy. And he’d be trying to make you feel better by making her sound worse.

“(Y/n)!”

It’s Amerie that calls out to you and you stop in your tracks to turn around. Her and Harper were the ones following after you, smiling reassuringly when your eyes meet theirs.

“Good shit walking away,” Amerie grins, linking her arm with one of yours as Harper does the same on the other side of you, “I’d have swung for her.”

“Yeah don’t listen to Missy, trust me, she’s just trying to find shit to mess up,” Harper encourages, “Like seriously, she should’ve stopped talking before she’d even started.”

You laugh a little and continue the walk with them towards your cabin. The tension in your body seems to have relaxed walking alongside them, feeling like you had at least two people that were on your side. Two people that were rooting for you.

They walk with you all the way back to the room and then the three of you flop down onto your mattress on the bottom bunk, all leaning back against the wall in the squashed space.

“God, I’m starting to wish I’d never gone tonight,” You groan, resting your head back against the wall, closing your eyes to try to ease the drilling headache that hadn’t subsided.

“No, you know what? It’s good you went,” Amerie encourages, “Missy was going to be saying shit whether you were there or not and at least her seeing you with Spider should prove to her that he’s not hers to claim anymore.”

You nod, “Yeah, maybe. I’d just rather not be there when she’s saying all that shit about me.”

Harper laughs, “She’d talk shit about anyone Spider liked, you’re just getting caught in the crossfire between those two.”

“Yeah, right? What the hell is that?” You groan, “I feel like a spare part or something.”

“Those two hate each other these days,” Harper explains, “Ever since they broke up, maybe even before they broke up. Trouble is, I think part of Missy just hoped that would change. You being with Spider has just made her realise that might not be so possible anymore.”

“I never meant to get in the middle of anything like that,” You shake your head, “As far as I was aware they were fully over. Spencer didn’t tell me he was seeing anyone, that he liked anyone, nothing.”

“They are over,” Amerie reminds you, “Missy’s just going to do whatever she can to make this hell for you.”

“I’m starting to wish Spencer was still just the boy that drove me to school every morning,” You mumble the words like you don’t want to admit that they’re true, “It was so much easier when we were just friends, when I was invisible.”

“You like him, right?” Harper nudges your side and waits for you to nod in agreement, “Then that’s all you need to know.”

You go back to resting your head against the wall and the two girls lean in to rest their heads on your shoulders, trying to inject some of their confidence and reassurance into your uncertain nerves.

“Speaking of which…” You can practically feel Amerie’s face curl into a smile, “We’ve been dying to know the story with you two! Because, no offence girl, but you seriously surprised us all with that one. Spencer White?! How did it happen?”

You laugh and it feels like the first time you’ve spoken all day without feeling like something was restricting your throat. It’s the first time you’ve been able to talk about Spider without feeling like you were being judged for everything you said. The girls made you feel welcome, made you feel heard and seen and like you weren’t just an accessory on Spencer’s arm. They gasp when you tell them how he kissed you, and they joke that you must be thinking of a different guy when you tell them how sweet he is. Your heart swells when you talk about Spencer and your headache eases, relaxing into the idea that you could be with him and he could be with you and nothing else needed to matter.

It was a nicer feeling.

———

Missy didn’t sleep in your dorm last night. You assumed she’d gone to stay in one of the other girls’ rooms. Maybe with Sasha. Although your stomach churned when the nightmare scenario entered your mind that she had instead stayed with Spencer. You ignore it. He would never.

There was a text on your phone from him when you woke up.

Morning x Hope you slept okay <3

You smile and stuff your phone into the pocket of your cargos, wearing one of Spencer’s baggy t-shirts over the top that seemed to drown out your figure. It still smelt like him.

The girls walk down to breakfast with you and the canteen is already full of everyone getting their food. Some eyes fall on you as you walk into the room but it’s less judging this time - more sympathetic. Some of them even smile at you, like they’re trying to tell you they didn’t agree with what had happened last night. But none of them had stood up for you - like only now were they realising they probably should have.

You join the queue to get your food and drag the tray across the countertop, stopping every so often to pick up something else.

“Hey, the others are over there,” Harper points out to you as her and Amerie walk over to the table where Darren, Cash and Quinn were sat.

“Be there now,” You smile, pouring yourself a cup of water from a heavy plastic jug.

“(Y/n),” Its Spencer that comes up behind you, not reaching out to touch you but close enough that it seemed he wanted to.

“Morning,” You smile, “Sleep well?”

“Uh-“ He scratches the back of his neck, “Yeah, I did, did you?”

“Not bad,” You shrug, “I’m going to sit with Harper and Amerie, catch you after breakfast?”

“Wh-“ Spencer half laughs like he’s not sure what to do with himself, “Don’t you want to talk about last night? I mean, you seemed pretty mad when you walked off and I think I should at least explain myself and we-“

You lean up onto your tiptoes and press a quick kiss to his lips, the tray of your food bumping against both of you in the restricted space, “I’m starving, and we can chat later, yeah?”

Spencer looks at you and then looks over at the group waiting for you to sit down, “(Y/n) are you sure you’re okay?”

“Of course,” You smile, “See you in a bit.”

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to speak to Spencer. Maybe part of you just hoped that all of this would be forgotten if you just moved on from it. You wouldn’t have to feel that sickness in your stomach that came when you spoke about Missy. You wouldn’t have to admit how embarrassed you were to be caught in the middle of all of that. You wouldn’t have to tell him that you were worried he wasn’t over her. You could just be his girlfriend again. You two could go back to how you were and Missy wouldn’t be so much as a mention in your conversations. That felt easier. Maybe it wasn’t the best way of dealing with things, but it’s what felt right for now.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” Darren asks as you sit down with a bright smile as if reassuring you.

“I’m okay,” You nod, “Kind of ready for this trip to be over if I’m honest.”

“You and me both,” Cash laughs.

———

Today, you had to do some sort of orientation task through the forest. The group trudged through the beaten path through the trees as your teacher rattled on about the importance of staying together and listening to the instructions clearly. You were sure everyone had stopped listening a while back.

“(Y/n), you can come with us!” Harper encourages you, “Promise to not let you get lost.”

You laugh, “Yeah, I’ll do the same. Thanks girls.”

The two of them seemed to have taken you under their wing instantly. Like they saw you were swimming out of your depth and both threw you a life jacket.

“So, you’re smart at like everything else, how are you at reading a map?” Amerie asks.

“Hate to burst your bubble girls-“ It’s Spider speaking from beside you, his head lowering to your shoulder so that his words were spoken directly next to you, “But (Y/n)’s with me.”

“Yeah, she’ll never make it out here if that’s the case,” Amerie scoffs, folding her arms over her chest.

Spencer rests an arm over your shoulders and glances down at you before looking back to the other two, “No, I wouldn’t make it out of here. She’s my only hope.”

“Surprised Missy isn’t rushing after you to team up,” Harper cocks her head, “She can’t seem to get enough of you.”

You look up at Spencer and watch as he narrows his eyes at the girls, like he’s assessing how much he can say without annoying them further.

“I hope she does get lost out here,” He states clearly, “It would do us all a favour.”

“Hmm, he almost sounds like he means it (Y/n),” Amerie smiles at you, “Just shout if you need us, we’ll rescue you if he can’t.”

With that, they leave the both of you to it and Spencer tightens his arm around you, drawing you into his chest. You groan as your head collides with him, his other arm wraps around you too.

“Ready to get lost in the forest?” He asks you, his chin resting on top of your head.

You pull away just enough that you can look up to him, “Didn’t the boys want to go with you?”

“Yeah,” Spencer shrugs, “And I wanted to go with you.”

You take the map from his hands as the other pairs seem to scatter off amongst the trees, all eyeing up different directions.

“We don’t need that,” Spencer takes it back from you, stuffing it into his back pocket, “Come on.”

“Wh-“ You stumble to keep up with him as he laces his fingers with yours, leading you through the dense trees, “Spec where are we going? We’re meant to-“

“Oh they won’t miss us, I’ll make sure we’re back by the time they notice we’re gone,” He encourages, looping your interlocked hands over your head so that his arm now sat back around your shoulders too.

For a short while, the two of you walk together. His arm stays around you, your fingers still interlocked with his. The noise of the other students starts to drown out the further away you get and it seems somewhat poetic to the bigger picture - when you and Spencer were together it still felt like nothing else mattered. Like no other stories and no other gossip could get in the way. You fell back into the reasons your heart swelled the way it did when he first kissed you.

“So, are you going to talk to me now?” Spencer nudges your side just a little.

“Wh-“ You look up at him, “What are you talking about? I’m not not talking to you.”

“You’re talking to me, but not about what we should be talking about,” Spencer points out, directing the two of you towards a rock overlooking where the trees start to dip downhill.

The two of you sit down and both of your hands return to yourselves. Like you’re somewhat shy around each other.

“There really is nothing to talk about, Spence, I don’t know what there is to say.”

“There’s plenty to say!” He half-laughs, “You’re telling me from all of last night there’s nothing you want to say?”

“I don’t-“ You stop yourself, swallowing the lump in your throat, “It hasn’t even been a week Spencer, I don’t want us to argue, okay?”

“Hey,” His voice softens, shifting so that he is looking more directly at you, “We’re not arguing. I just need you to talk to me about how you felt last night.”

“You just… you have this thing with Missy. Like you two can’t be in the same room without it being obvious. Like, okay, imagine two magnets. And they’re both North magnets so they just repel each other. They’re not joined but they’re still magnetic. So they’re repelling but there’s still something in that - something connecting them, tying them to each other. That’s how it feels seeing you and Missy. I know you two aren’t together, I know you don’t want to be with her. But there’s just this thing between you two. And I saw you last night and just thought … I’m not her, and I can’t be her. I’m not confident like she is, I’m not going to yell at you or have a screaming match with you. I don’t want any of that.”

“And you think that’s what I want?” Spencer frowns sincerely like a realisation is dawning on him, “(Y/n), there’s a reason that Missy and I aren’t together, okay? There’s a reason that relationship ended, there’s a lot of reasons. I don’t want you to be a replacement for her. In fact, that’s the exact opposite of what I want. This thing between me and Missy it’s just… it’s exes. We hate each other, that’s never really going to change.”

“But I don’t…” You feel your voice crack, your bottom lip trembling, “I don’t have any of that. I don’t know what it’s like. And I just… I’m worried I can’t be enough for you.”

“Enough for me?” He says the words like they’re venom on his tongue, like it convulses his stomach to even think of questioning that, “(Y/n) how can I prove to you that you are?”

You shake your head as two tears spill from your eyes, trailing slowly down your cheeks.

“Okay,” Spencer takes a deep breath and reaches out to take your hand, “Yes, me and Missy dated, she’s my ex. It wasn’t the best breakup and ever since we’ve just argued any chance we got. In fact, we argued just as much when we were together. And when I dated her, I just thought that was normal. It was my first proper relationship - I just thought that’s how it went, that you had to argue to get all of the good parts too. But, I’d argue with Missy one night and then the next morning I’d be waiting in the car to drive you to school. And you’d ask me how my night was and I’d probably just dismiss it, and you’d play your songs and tell me about your weekend and you’d make me laugh and you’d listen to me. And so every time I fought with Missy I’d think, fuck, it’s so much easier to talk to you.”

You look up at him and he smiles when your eyes make contact with his, like it’s a breath of fresh air.

“I don’t need you to be her. Because… the reason I was glad that relationship ended was because I realised that she wasn’t you.”

You let out an exhale as if a thousand weights had been lifted from your shoulders, Spencer’s hand coming up to your cheek to brush the skin there as though stopping any more tears from falling.

“Thank you,” You half-whisper and he smiles, kissing you quickly as if to lock in the moment.

“Just talk to me, okay?” He whispers, kissing you again, more strong and certain this time.

You rest your head on his shoulder and he wraps an arm around you, holding onto you like you were the best thing that had ever happened to him.

———

“Well, you two look like you’ve had fun,” Harper grins when she sees you and Spencer break out into the clearing in the forest.

He’s walking alongside you, his hand in yours, laughing at something you’d said. You smile at her and she gives you a look as if double checking you’re okay, you nod quickly.

“Get lost in the forest, did ya?” Ant wiggles his brows at the two of you.

Spencer steps behind you and wraps his arms around you above your shoulders, your hands resting on his forearms underneath your chin as his chin settles on top of your hair.

“We just…” You run your fingers along the skin of his arms, “Went for a walk.”

“Yeah I bet you did,” Ant winks and it’s evident what he’s insinuating.

Maybe him thinking that was easier than you telling him about the conversation you’d just had. He could believe what he wanted to believe.

“Party in the boys cabin later?” Amerie rushes over, grinning at Spider like she’s hoping he’ll agree with her.

“No pissing, no vomit, no spilling drinks,” Spider reaches out one arm to point at her as if directing his concerns to only her.

“Deal.”

Ant goes on to talk about who would be coming and points out that there were certain people he’d rather not be there. He smiles at you as if trying to make you feel welcome, like he’s assuring you he too hated what happened last night. That he, just as much as you, didn’t want it to happen again.

———

That night, you go over to the boys room and the doors already open. The guys are all there, Quinn, Darren and Cash too, and a few others you still weren’t sure of the names of. You, Amerie and Harper walk in and Ant shuts the door behind you.

“There she is,” Spencer grins when he sees you, “I was just talking about you.”

“All good I hope,” You cock a brow at him as you walk over to where he’s speaking to Cash and Darren.

“These two were just asking me of my … intentions,” He comments, wrapping an arm around your waist, “I wasn’t aware they cared so much about your relationships.”

“Someone’s got to look out for her now she’s with you,” Darren jokes, “And we’re always watching.”

“Noted,” Spencer nods and then looks down at you and smiles again, “Want a drink?”

“Yes please.”

Everyone manages to squeeze into the condensed space as people occupy spaces on the floor, you and Spencer take a spot on his bed, sat close beside each other as three other people managed to squeeze into the space beside you. Missy wasn’t here - thankfully. And you overheard Quinn saying that she was staying in their room with Sasha tonight instead. Thankfully.

Everyone was passing round bottles of liquor and trying to think of games to play and talking over each other and you just sort of let it all happen around you. You liked this group, as much as you felt different to them. They were friendly and welcoming and they didn’t judge you like you thought they would. In fact, it seemed they were happy to see Spencer with you. Like they were looking forward to him having a good influence.

“Hey,” Spencer nudges your side, “Do you want to get out of here?”

“Wh-“ You look at him and frown, “We don’t have to, I don’t mind staying.”

“But you’d rather go,” Spencer points out and waits as if he’s making sure you don’t dispute it, “Come on.”

He takes your hand in his and both of you stand up from the bed, trying to step your way through the bodies of people sat on the floor. They start to protest about you leaving, complaining that you two were boring and that they were offended you didn’t enjoy their company. One of them makes a joke about Spider being wifed off. But Spencer opens the door, sticks a middle finger up to all of them and then closes it behind you.

“Come on, we can go to my cabin,” You say, your hand still interlocked with his as the two of you walk the short distance across the complex to get to your room.

It’s empty, of course. Missy was in Sasha’s room and Harper and Amerie were still with the boys. Spencer locks the door behind both of you and breathes a sigh of relief.

“Just us,” He smiles lightly, his hands reaching out for your waist.

You hum in agreement and lock your hands behind his neck, Spencer taking steps to walk you backwards towards the bed. It’s awkward and stumbling when you get there, however, as you duck down to avoid hitting your head on the bunk on top. He stumbles to stop himself from falling too, tightening his grip on your waist.

“Well that was meant to be more romantic than that,” Spencer grimaces, dropping down onto you on the mattress.

You laugh and run a hand through his hair as he pushes up onto his elbows.

“It’s better when it’s just us,” He mumbles, leaning down and kissing you again.

You hum against his lips and keep your hand in his hair as he deepens his connection against you, his body shifting to hover over you, friction increasing between you both. He moves a hand to snake around your back, pressing against the skin to draw more of you into him, lips parting yours for his tongue to dominate. You move a hand to his shoulder and grip at the material of his t-shirt and Spencer pulls away from you.

“We don’t have to-“ He swallows the lump in his throat, catching his breath, “We don’t have to do anything.”

“No,” You reply quickly, “I want to.”

“(Y/n), you don’t have to say that I-“

“I’m not just saying it,” You assure him, “I just… I don’t really know what I’m supposed to do.”

Spencer smiles softly, “Okay, we can take as long as we need. There’s no rush.”

He leans in to kiss you again, starting softly before getting to be more sure of himself, hand gripping your waist and kneading the skin there.

You weren’t anxious like you thought you would be. In fact, it was anticipation more than anything. And you felt safe knowing it was Spencer with you, in any lifetime you’d want it to be him.

———

The following morning, you wake up with Spencer’s arms still around you. The two of you are squashed in the cramped space of the single bed, his limbs folded to fit into the space, his breath hot on your neck as he wrapped around you, laying behind you. When you wake up and shift beneath him, he groans at the disruption, tightening his grip around you.

“Not yet,” He grumbles, drawing you into his chest.

“Spence,” You laugh, pushing yourself around to face him, “We need to get up and pack.”

He buries his head into the crook of your neck, sighing into the skin, “Not yet.”

Before you can speak again, there’s a knock at the door followed by a;

“Are you decent?!”

It’s Amerie’s voice.

“Come in,” You laugh, shifting underneath the covers as Spencer still buries his head into you, refusing to move.

The door opens and Harper and Amerie both walk in, still in last nights’ clothes, both of them looking like the hangover had hit.

They look down at the clothes discarded on the floor and then back up to the two of you in bed. You were wearing Spencer’s baggy t-shirt and he was in his boxers, bodies covered by the sheets over you.

“Well looks like you two had a party of your own last night,” Amerie grins, “Now I’m even more glad we stayed in the boys’ room.”

“Yeah good call,” Harper smirks, “We’ve got thirty minutes before we need to leave.”

“Oh, and Spider, I may have spilt vodka over your bag last night…” Amerie winces, “So have fun with that.”

He groans and turns into you even more, his arm draped over your stomach, “Thanks Am.”

The girls open the curtains in the room and he groans again.

“Is that necessary?” He mumbles, propping himself up onto his elbow beside you.

“You should probably go back and start getting your stuff packed,” You point out, “And get showered.”

He tilts his head down to sniff under his armpits, “Are you telling me I stink?”

You laugh and he jabs at your side to tickle you, making you squeal and writhe under his touch.

“God what did you do to this guy (Y/n)?” Amerie scoffs, “You’re a changed man these days Spider.”

He rolls his eyes and leans down to kiss you quickly, “I’ll see you in a bit.”

Spencer rolls over you on the mattress to get out of the bed, standing up and stretching his arms over him, his back muscles shifting and contorting as he does.

You lean up onto your elbows and watch him, “You’re not going out there in your pants are you?”

He turns around and grins, “Don’t worry darling, they can look but they can’t touch.”

You roll your eyes, “Goodbye.”

He grabs his other clothes from the floor and bundles them into his arms, walking out of your room with a yelled ‘goodbye darling’.

“Seriously, what did you do to that guy?” Harper laughs, “He’s like… nice now?”

You laugh, sitting up in the bed, a waft of his aftershave lingering on his top.

“Okay, leaving the party, clothes on the floor, room to yourselves,” Amerie wiggles her brows, sitting down on the mattress opposite you, “What did happen last night?”

“Oh and we want all of the boring details,” Harper grins, sitting beside her, both of them leaning forward in anticipation.

“Well… Ive never actually done that before,” You say, “But Spencer… well he seemed pretty good at it.”

They both squeal and laugh, bursting into a flurry of questions. You feel your heart swell when you talk about him.

———

Everything felt strangely in place now, for the past few weeks at least. You and Spencer had struck up a perfect balance in your relationship. To compromise not seeing each other at lunch, he would get to your house twenty minutes early and have breakfast - or stay there the night before and have breakfast in the morning. You’d go into school and stay with him and his friends until Harper and Amerie came in so you’d part ways and go with them instead. They’d welcomed you into their group without a thought. You’d go to your classes and Spencer went to his. At lunch, you sat with your old friends. They’d been a bit apprehensive about your relationship with Spencer but they could see how happy you were with him and, in fact, he’d even been making an effort to say hello to all of them at least. You’d go to your afternoon classes and then Spencer would meet you from the last one, driving you home or out to somewhere and it was rare the two of you had an evening without each other. It worked. You were happy.

You were in chemistry when the announcement sounded.

“Can the following students please make their way to the principal’s office,” The words came through the speakers, “(Y/n) (Y/l/n), Spencer White, Sasha So and Missy Beckett.”

Amerie frowns at you and you shrug, gathering your things as the teacher dismisses you from your class. Spencer walks out of his own class and meets up with you in the corridor, squeezing your shoulders as he walks behind you.

“Have I finally got you in trouble (y/l/n)?”

You roll your eyes and squeeze his hands over your shoulders, looking back at him, “It was inevitable.”

When you walk into Woodsy’s office she’s sat at her desk, Missy and Sasha stood opposite her already. They both look at you disapprovingly when you walk in.

“Good morning,” Woodsy begins, “Thank you for joining us, you two.”

You and Spencer fall into line beside the other two, everyone looking just as confused as each other.

“Well, I’ve brought you here today because I’ve got a very exciting proposition for you all,” She explains, “We’ve had interest from a local university about offering scholarship programmes to some of our students and you are the lucky four that have been shortlisted.”

“You’re kidding, right?” Sasha laughs, “What did Spider do?”

“Well, the school is considering sporting excellence as well as academic excellence,” Woodsy continues, “And Spencer is one of our talented sportsmen here.”

You look up at him and he leans down to whisper in your ear.

“Didn’t realise you were dating the top jock.”

You laugh and nudge his side, turning your attention back to Woodsy as you ask, “What do we have to do for this scholarship?”

“Well, you’ll be meeting with the scholars from the university and in a few weeks you’ll be presenting to them your ideas for how we can improve an aspect of the school. That could be trips, facilities, classes, anything. You’ll all be working individually and maybe more than one of you will get the scholarship and the opportunity to add a really good trait to your CV,” She explains, “How does that sound?”

“Can we go now?” Missy says bitterly, arms folded as she eyes you and Spencer.

“Not yet, I want the four of you working together on your initial ideas! You guys will be spending a lot of time together over the next few weeks and I want all of you to be successful.”

“Brilliant,” Missy rolls her eyes, “Can’t wait.”

The sarcasm seeps into the air but Woodsy chooses to ignore it, turning back to you and Spencer, “I am aware that you two have recently entered into a… romantic relationship. Do you feel this is going to affect your ability to do this?”

Spencer looks at you and raises his brows, looking back to Woodsy, “Was unaware you followed our personal lives, Miss.”

“Nothing is ever a secret in this school, Spencer.”

“We’ll be fine,” You interject, “We can be professional.”

“Alright, then you’re all free to go. We’ll be meeting today after school for your first session,” Woodsy nods, “I look forward to it! Let me give you these brochures and then you can be off.”

Missy and Sasha walk out first, mumbling between themselves about how it was ridiculous that they had to do this. Missy looks back at you and gives you a glare enough to slice through you. You ignore it.

“So, I think being professional means you’ve got to keep your hands off me, do you think you can manage that?” Spencer grins down at you, walking backwards out of the room as you follow him.

“No, I’m just insatiable,” You roll your eyes sarcastically, “I tell you what, I bet you’ll fold before I do.”

“That sounds like a challenge, (y/l/n).”

“Okay, you have to keep your hands off me whilst we’re in school - as soon as we’re back in these walls you’re back in the friend zone - until this whole thing is over,” You cock a brow.

“Oh it is on, darling,” He narrows his eyes at you, “And what do I get when I win?”

“Anything you want.”

You watch him swallow the thick lump in his throat, clearing it as he taps the brochure onto your forehead, “Done deal.”

Avoiding Spencer, spending all this time with Missy, trying to get this scholarship for college? The next few weeks were surely going to be hell.

———

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[dogwithrabies]

【★】 cws: sub!scara, gn reader but described as afab, whiny scara

【☆】 I got a few requests for a part 2 of *this* , so i spent the past few weeks trying to come up with something, enjoy (not proof read)

word count: 3.2k

The sun shines on your eyes, the warm light slowly waking you up. Slowly blinking the fogginess away, you take conscience of the empty space next to you.

Did he leave you behind?

Your eyes shift as they spot movement, his back is facing you and he seems busy with tying the bow on his obi. He stops as he hears you sitting up behind him.

“I got you breakfast,” he points at a sunsettia on his right. He doesn’t give you time to thank him, immediately speaking up again. “Buer was asking how the expedition was going, we should probably hurry up,”

You stop half-bite in the sunsettia as the words sink in- but again he's faster, almost as if he sensed your confusion.

“She watches over me when I'm outside of the Palace,” there’s a tinge of annoyance as he keeps speaking, “I still am her prisoner after all.”

“... Does she watch over you, like, all the time?”

You stumble with your words as you gather your composure, the prospect of Nahida witnessing yesterday’s event is enough to make you panic for a second.

His shoulders tense momentarily, "No, she knows when to look away." A slight pink dusts his cheeks as he thinks about your hands on him again.

Quickly munching your way through breakfast and packing the tent back up, your travels resume once again.

The trek is still mostly silent, just less awkward this time. The wanderer slowed down his pace to match it with yours, walking next to you instead of being miles ahead.

The mission itself was relatively easy- just retrieving an object- a dendro core or whatever Buer said it was called. The only issue was its location, deep into the Avidya forest, hence why she decided to send the Wanderer after it.

He reluctantly accepted, (not that he had a choice to begin with, being her "prisoner" and all), even less willing when Buer mentioned Aether accompanying him. He was already dreading the prospect of walking around with that annoying flying thing, and then you showed up. And he thought things couldn't get worse.

He finds himself thinking about your words over and over "You're stuck with me now." He hopes it wasn't just an "in the heat of the moment" thing. The way you held him and kissed him had strings tugging at his non-existent heart, beating so loud it was ringing in his ears.

He was considering slowing down the mission's progress just to have an excuse to be close to you again. But that thought quickly gets swatted away, with the core now retrieved it was time to head back.

***

Nahida's words echoed in the Palace of Surasthana, sounding solemn and serious as she explained the importance of the core.

But the Wanderer was not listening. His eyes unfocused and staring at the ground. So deep in thought he didn’t even notice the fleeting glances Buer was giving him. She quickly wraps up her discourse, dismissing you both with a smile.

It was kind of anti-climactic, the day went surprisingly smooth, no twists or epic adventure. You think about Aether and Paimon, who somehow always manage to find themselves in the eye of the storm of any situation, for a second you envy them, but yet again the thought of dealing with problem after problem deters you from that thought. You’ve had enough action, after all, you got to see Kunikuzushi’s carefully crafted façade crumble in front of you like a tower of cards. He was even more docile after the deed and didn’t even bother to come up with any insult to throw at you during the trek back. You wanted to see more of that, you decided.

You hear his footsteps as he walks away from the center of the grandiose room. His beautifully crafted sleeves sway with each step. Quickly catching up with him, he glances at you. There’s a sly smile on your face, it seeps in your tone as you speak.

“Where are you going?”

He sounds a bit exasperated as he responds, “To my room.” It’s a short sentence, as if he was trying to get away with the bare minimum of conversation.

“Oh, right. You’re still staying here.” The whole palace was stunning, intricate designs adorning both the inside and the outside walls. Was his room as fancy?

“Can I see it? your room, I mean.” He grumbles while still walking. “Why? There is nothing to see. It’s a momentary allocation anyway.”

"But I’m curious.” You catch up when he puts a little bit of distance between you again. Why can’t he just deny you? He can’t bring himself to say no to you this time, sighing silently as he finds himself in front of the door of his room.

“... I guess. Since we’re already here.” He reluctantly pushes the door letting the both of you step inside. The tinted glass of the window gives a peaceful atmosphere, the sun rays emanating a nice heat wherever they land. He stands in the middle of the room awkwardly, following your gaze as you look around.

Sure, it’s a fancy room, but it’s just so bare.

There’s one bed, the blankets and pillows are perfectly smoothed out, one wardrobe in the corner of the room, and nothing else. It doesn’t even look lived-in, perhaps Nahida cleaned it up while he was out but you highly doubt that. Clean and organized to the bare fits him, you conclude.

“You’ve seen it now. You can leave.” He mutters under his breath as he puts down his hat. You decide to play with him for a bit.

“Aw, already kicking me out?” You feign being hurt as you walk up to him.

He looks up to you as your hands reach out to him, playfully twirling the tufts of hair on his neck. “I’ve had enough of you these past few days.” Liar. He can’t bring himself to admit that he craves your touch, denial is more comfortable. Your eyes lock for a second, deeply staring into each other.

His mouth opens for a few seconds, but whatever words he was conjuring up die down in his throat as he sighs and closes his eyes.

Docile.

“If you want something you have to speak up.” You slowly close the gap between your bodies. The zones where your body comes in contact with his are warm.

Insufferable. He thinks. Of course, you’d make him work for it, but he decides to play along.

“Same goes for you, you’re all over me.” It’s his turn to smirk now, he caught you off guard, that sly smile disappearing momentarily.

“Oh? But I thought I was being pretty clear.” Your hands glide from his neck to his waist, squeezing it slightly before pulling him forward.

“I want you, Kunikuzushi.” You whisper near his ear. Your hot breath on his neck makes him shudder. Dammit. Once again, he tries to speak up but stops. Since when did he get so hesitant? But he can’t think of any other scenario where he found himself utterly speechless. It’s only around you. He stills as your fingers press deeper into his waist, growing impatient at his lack of a response. You stare at him in the eyes, but looks away almost instantly-

“Do whatever you want,” he grumbles, a cute shade of pink covering his cheeks.

You get close to his face, so close he can feel you exhaling, his eyes flutter closed and he slightly leans in. Cute.

You don’t make him wait, one hand grabbing his cheek as you close the gap. His breath hitches as if he wasn’t entirely expecting you to kiss him. Your hand grabs his arm as you direct it around your neck, he immediately sinks it into your hair.

It’s a bit funny how quickly he crumbles when you touch him, although he’d rectify and say it’s pathetic. How could he give into such silly desires so easily anyway? It felt good, having someone like him, stoic and silent, turn to putty with a simple kiss. If anyone caught you in a compromising situation like this the gossip at the Akademya would spread like wildfire, but it doesn’t turn you off, in a way it spurs on that possessive streak in you. It would let everyone he’s off the market. Whether he’s unaware or simply doesn’t care about it, many people turn their heads towards him when they see his fair face and striking red eyeliner. And it’s not just because of his unusual clothing, he’s just so pretty.

You pull away slightly, gasping for air silently, you’re met with resistance for a second, the Wanderer’s hand remains at the back of your head, as if he didn’t that moment to end.

He doesn’t need to fill his lungs with air, but you do. Your human need for air never bothered him until this moment. How he wishes he could just kiss you forever, but he doesn’t plan on asphyxiating you with his lips.

As if reading his mind, your lips return on his once again, just more aggressively. Deeper. You actively push him back, he stumbles until his back is met with the wall.

Now, you’ve got him trapped. Not that he would ever want to escape from your touch.

Your hands slide down his obi to his shorts. It was one of the first things you noticed about him when you saw him- those hip windows. It would be so easy to sneak your hand into one of the two holes and grab him. You wonder for a moment if he himself came up with such a slutty outfit. Your thumbs massage the skin of his hips, separated only by the thin fabric of the body suit. You can’t reach the front in this position, so you opt to shuffle your hand under the fabric of his shorts and get a good grab of his butt.

He freezes momentarily, breaking off the kiss.

“What?” You ask, your eyes boring into his. He deadpans.

Your gaze lowers, admiring his puffy lips, then lower.

His member formed a nice bulge on the front of his shorts. You lowered your hand to the hem of his shorts and dragged him closer to you. Now he was effectively sitting on your thigh, the sudden contact making him shudder.

"would you stop teasing me?" he says in an irritated tone.

You don't answer his question, opting to silence him with another kiss. He gasps in the kiss when he feels your hand outlining his bulge. It's so painfully slow, and you don't seem to have any intention to speed up.

So he takes matters into his own hands and pushes his hips towards you, grinding both on your thigh and hand.

"Don't do that." You're quick to chastise him, taking your hand away.

Too many clothes, you think, the fact that he’s still fully clothed is a complete failure on your end.

Your hand moves to his obi again, pulling on the bow until it comes loose and slides on the floor. The familiar movement brings you back to the last time you did this.

Oh, how you wanted to see him all ruined once again.

You hook your finger on the waistband of his shorts, pulling those down too.

His member springs up, now free from its confinements, your eyes linger momentarily on the marks on his thigh you left last time- they’re a bit faded but still visible, but before your hand reaches out to it he stops you.

You raise an eyebrow at him, and he blushes slightly.

“Let me do something for you.” He searches in your expression for a hint of disagreement,

and when he doesn’t see any he proceeds to tug upwards at your shirt until it’s off.

“We are not outside this time.” It seems a plain statement, but you know he means that there is no rushing or fear of getting caught this time. There’s also the commodity of being in his room.

He slowly backs you until you hit the bed, taking the hint, you hike up until you’re laying with your back on the pillows. He shimmers out of his shorts before joining you, awkwardly nestling himself in between your legs.

It’s then that he decides you’re still wearing too many clothes. He hooks his finger under your bottom-wear, pulling it all down in one fell swoop. His eyes fall down immediately. The sight makes him throb, something that you don’t miss. You’d tease him for it but he leans forward again, kissing you softly. It’s short, just a quick peck.

He hesitantly puts his hand on your waist. It’s then that you realize he doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing. It’s more endearing than anything, the fact that he wants to please you despite his blatant inexperience.

“Your hands?” you speak. Putting your hands on his. He seems to think for a moment, not giving you any answer, he just slides his body lower onto the bed until his face is just over your cunt.

So he wants to repay you, hm?

He hovers momentarily over it before giving an experimental lick on your sensitive nub, then another, and another.

He puts a bit more pressure this time, even going lower, his tongue swiping over your entrance, collecting your slick. You taste good. Unlike him, he remembers how he could taste himself when you kissed him last time, internally cringing at the memory.

Your hands reach out to his head, entangling themselves in his hair, holding him in place. He takes this as a sign to keep going.

His tongue gets more confident, exploring deeper, pressing harder. His lips close around your clit as he gives it a sharp suck and you moan.

He wants to hear more of that.

He needs to.

His tongue swipes over your slick again, then goes back up and swirls around your clit. This entices more moans from you, only spurring him on, to do better.

His hips twitch against the mattress, slowly humping the sheets.

Hands…Hands. He remembers your question from before, and slides his hand down until it’s prodding at your entrance. He pushes one finger in, feeling how easily it sinks he plunges in another one.

You’re warm, even warmer than he remembers. He spreads his fingers, exploring your insides. He pumps them in and out a few times before taking them out, a slick line connecting them to your core.

It’s then he decides that he can’t take it anymore, a bit disappointed at his lack of self-control he quickly licks them clean before climbing back on you.

His face is so messy. You can see your juices coating his lips and chin. Your hand reaches out to his face, swiping over it in an attempt to make him look less debauched. It’s a lost cause, and he doesn’t seem to care, too preoccupied with aligning himself with your hole.

Quickly glancing at you as if asking for permission, he lets out a breath he doesn’t know he was holding when you nod.

You reach between your bodies as he looks attentively, your hand grabs his dick and pushes the tip against your entrance. He shudders before pushing his hips forward, sinking into you.

You feel so good around him- the involuntary twitches of your cunt, it feels like you’re sucking him in. He resists the urge of just rutting into you like a horny animal but he knows he won’t get that far regardless. Just pushing in a little bit more makes his knees give out. He catches himself on his elbows, stopping himself before headbutting you.

He hears you giggle, not having the force to even face you.

“That good?” but he doesn’t answer- so you follow up.

“It’s fine, just take your time.” your hand slides under his chin, raising it until he’s facing you.

The blush is even more evident now, pink dusting all over his cheeks and his frustrated expression. Your hand moves up, swiping his bangs out of his face before both your hands come up to cup his face and bring it closer for a kiss.

He melts into the kiss, your tongue swipes over his lips and he obliges, granting you access. His hips surge forward once, twice, trying to find a rhythm he’s content with. He’s met with little to no resistance. His dick hits deep inside you, slowly he picks up a decent pace.

There’s an obscene sound of skin slapping against skin, the wetness making its own noise. He tries holding back any embarrassing noises, but it’s futile, he finds himself moaning into your mouth. He’s almost whimpering. Voice higher than he’d like it to be. Your hand clutches his hair harder, surely ripping out some strands. He likes that.

None of his pathetic attempts at fucking himself into you could top you riding him. He wishes you’d just grab him and flip him over. Mark his skin again, bite him, leave darker marks. Ride him until he’s shooting blanks, and even then don’t stop. And then you’d take care of him, hold him.

He whimpers a bit louder, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, completely covering you as he picks up the speed. His thrusts are shallower now, but hit faster and harder.

“So g-good… Fuck, you feel so good.” He says, voice muffled by your neck. He can feel his voice going higher. near whining territory. His lips settle on your neck, leaving dark spots but also muffling more of his embarrassing whimpers.

He twitches inside you, practically throbbing. “I can’t- I can’t take it anymore.” He manages to utter in-between moans. More curses spew out of his mouth and he bites down.

“It’s okay, sweet boy” You push your hand in between your bodies, reaching to rub your clit. “You did good.”

As your own orgasm gets closer, your insides clamp on him like a vice. With a final muffled whimper, he comes- the sensation of his seed filling you bringing your own climax. He keeps thrusting, riding out both your orgasms before collapsing rather roughly on you. He doesn’t even make an effort to move, somehow finding himself breathless, and he doesn’t even need air. You don’t seem to mind, softly brushing out his messy locks while he recuperates.

It’s only when he's completely soft that he rolls over, the sight of his cum leaking out of you making him blush. You don’t let him dwell on it for too long, caressing his side slowly.

He fucked you and somehow he looks more ruined out of the two.

***

After you proposed cleaning up, he realized just how much of a mess the blankets were. It was already late by that point- and there were no spares in the palace anyway. No use keeping furniture that you don’t need, Buer doesn’t need sleep (he would argue he doesn’t either.)

Neither of you wanted to sleep on the wet spot on the mattress, so you come up with the solution of squishing him against your body, wrapping him in your body heat.

He looks so small now, his arms slowly wrap around your waist while his head rests near your neck. Your hand glides down his back, lulling him into relaxation. It’s comfortable like this. Your breath fans over his head and your heart beats in a steady rhythm, he can hear it in this position.

“You’re staying, right?” he breaks the silence. It’s more of a demand than a question.

You just hum, the vibrations tickling the top of his head. He squeezes you slightly harder.

“That’s… good. Stay here.”

[sevencolorsatlast]

In Kaeya uno imagines?? I'd love to see him play Al Haitham, Yae, and Yelan

Sure thing! I assume we're gonna go the SAGAU route.

Also, I apologize for the delay of this post! Burn out sucks, my fellas. I apologize if you guys get confused by the cards being thrown left and right lol.

Original Post

Kaeya Playing Uno (ft. Al Haitham, Yae Miko, and Yelan)

Other Notes: Default SAGAU (small hints of Yandere if you squint) / GN!Reader / Drabble / +600 Words

Kaeya finds it amusing that you managed to invite peculiar people to the fancy place they built for you to test your card game. You, The Creator, introduced them to each other and you start the rules of Uno. Sat beside you are Kaeya and Yelan while the two of your followers are on the opposite of the table.

The Cavalry Captain eyed each person in the room before turning back to you, almost done with your explanation.

"We'll start with the first round." You said, shuffling the cards clumsily, some cards falling off your deck. Yae Miko raises her eyebrows in amusement, resting her chin on her hand. Al Haitham reading a book but glancing up to see what's going on. Yelan wants to help but she already got beaten to it.

"May I, Your Grace?" You glance at Kaeya, offering his help. You give the deck to him. He shuffles the cards and gives it back to you.

"Thank you, Kaeya." You smiled and you missed his smirk at your peripheral as he glances at Yelan who, in return, shooting him an annoyed look. He got your attention, again.

You give each of them 7 cards to form and settle the pile in the middle for all players to access.

"We start with Yelan," You say, your hand motions to your left, "I'll be spectating."

Yelan glances at the Captain and a small smirk appears on her lips while Kaeya's sly smile dropped a bit. Thankfully, you didn't notice this but the other followers notice this.

Yelan throws a Yellow 9 on the table, you know she's plotting something since you can see half of her cards.

Yae Miko throws a Yellow Draw 2 Card, Al Haitham glancing at her as he begrudgingly draws two cards from the Draw Pile. Kaeya places a Yellow Reverse Card, he's surely making Yelan lose her cool, huh?

Al Haitham simply adds a Yellow 8 to the table. Yae Miko follows up with a Blue 8, glancing at Yelan for a brief moment. What does that even indicate, you wonder. When it's finally her turn, Yelan tosses her Blue Skip Card.

"That's no fun." Kaeya murmurs beside you as Al Haitham placing a Blue 0 on the pile.

Yae momentarily stops before dropping a Blue 4. Is she plotting something too? Yelan tosses a Blue Draw 2 and you see Kaeya's smirk fell the moment he sees it. He shrugs and draws from the Draw Pile.

After you see your followers go back and forth a couple minutes later, you finally take notice the tension building between Kaeya and Yelan. You see Yae Miko is highly amused by this and Al Haitham just doesn't mind... until he decided to join in into the chaos when he tosses his Wild Draw Card, making Kaeya pick a lot of cards.

You had seen his deck and almost gasp when you saw he drew 2 Reverse Cards, he glances at you and smirks. You don't even know if he set those cards in the deck when he shuffled it or just plain luck. Either way, he's going to poke fun of Yelan and the others anyway.

After that long round, Yae Miko ends up winning. Turns out she has a Wild Card on her after that whole fiasco. The other three tried to guess what card she's holding and the kitsune just handed it to them.

"One more round?" Kaeya suggests, still wanting to play. "My Creator, why don't you join us this time?"

"Sure!" You agreed and you eyed each of your followers, "You guys don't have to go easy on me, I promise I'll be chill."

Famous last words, dear Creator... you seem to forgot Kaeya's right beside you and he's not going easy on you.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Hi! So you know how In the crimson badlands there are fallen warriors who are dead but attack you , can you write how those who go to/ are familiar with the crimson badlands would react to seeing the farmer, a close friend of theirs, as one of the fallen possessed warriors ? ( I’m referring to Alesia, Camilla, Jadu, Lance, Issac, Magnus, and anyone else related that I didn’t think of)

Dear God! Anon, this ask is sheer pain and suffering!... You son of a bitch, I'm in. And If I am destined to suffer from writing this headcanon, then I will drag everyone who wants to read it to the bottom with me. Suffer! Ahahahahahaha!

Anyway, enjoy and thanks for asking 😊

(PS: of course, I refuse to believe in this scenario, and my Farmer was on the verge of death in my story, but they are all good, fluff, puppies and nothing bad at all).

⚠️ Warning: angst, mention of deaths, blood and corpses.

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Isaac:

He knew that he shouldn't get attached to this stupid and annoying upstart from Stardew Valley. To this little dumb pup, always smiling, always trying to help everyone, always covered in mud and grass, to this... This... Damn it. Isaac's insides screamed that he shouldn't get attached to the Farmer. But he did not listen to his inner voice. And from that, the realization of loss hurt the heart more painfully than a knife. Maybe on the face, Isaac will keep his negligence, and even say a not too kind word towards the fallen Farmer, who, because of their stupidity, became another lost soul. But some of his close colleagues know that he is filled with grief and sadness. He lost too many people he could call friends... All the tears in the world won't be enough for every person Isaac has lost. But why did Farmer's death hurt so much more?...

Magnus:

When Magnus learned from colleagues about the fate of the recently missing Farmer, he cursed the day Camilla decided to show the Farmer this Yoba forgotten place. Even though they were gifted youth, they were still youth! Magnus yelled at Camilla for a very long time, accusing her of being partially responsible for their death... No, not death - even worse. After all, their friend, a young adept who gave hope, must wander in the form of a walking dead along with other damned. It will hurt him more if the Farmer was also his partner... Then Magnus is unlikely to forgive Camilla.

Lance:

Of course, Lance agreed to another patrol along with the other adventurers in the Crimson Baldlans, as they needed magical support. Of course he didn't lose his temper fighting the damned mummies and serpents. Of course, his hand didn’t waver as he struck down the fallen adventurer with his sword, a walking corpse that had already warped due to dark magic. Of course, he had already prepared his sword when another walking dead appeared among them, ready to attack. Of course he... what? No... This is... can't be... For the first time in his life, Lance was momentarily paralyzed. His friend, his ally, his... object of sighs?... stood in front of Lance, trying to get the words out. They spoke indistinctly, but Lance could recognize two words: "Sorry.... Run...." That's all they said before inflicting a serious wound on the pink-haired adventurer, which almost became fatal for Lance. While his colleagues were distracting, Lance managed to cast a teleportation spell for them all, and they immediately found themselves in Castle Village. Lance's colleagues immediately began to help him stop the bleeding and look for a healer, but he still couldn't get their face, their friend out of his head... Lance closed his eyes, hoping it was just a nightmare.

Marlon:

Marlon heard something fall and crack in his and Gil's room. He went to check and saw that there was a broken photo frame on the floor. Marlon picked it up, dropping the pieces, and looked at it for half a minute. It was a photo of him with Gil and the Farmer in front of their Adventurer's Guild that they recently took as a memento. Marlon usually did not believe in omens, but for some reason some bad feeling gurgled inside him. Unfortunately, his fears were confirmed by Alesia, who entered the Guild in the evening with bad news. Both Marlon and Gil were in complete shock, still not moving away from the realization that their next close friend fell victim to the damned desert. Old adventurer couldn't sleep tonight, and already wanted to get drunk to drown out the pain of loss. Gil didn't let him do it, trying not to leave his old one-eyed friend alone with grief.

Camilla:

It was quite rare when you could find Camilla out of sorts, but today was exactly that day. After an important meeting hosted by the Ministry of Magic, Camilla left conference hall irritated, not even bothering to joke in her usual manner. She refused to talk to anyone who wanted to ask her about something, and didn't even react to the strange tingling in her body, referring to this spoiled irritation. But suddenly, anxiety paralyzed her. She turned pale as a corpse, for Camilla felt the inception of some very strong dark magic. Stronger than even the energy from Apophis. Casting a protective spell on herself, Camilla moved from the cozy tower to the very heart of the Crimson Baldlans in an instant. The place where she felt this energy. And she gasped in horror. A living dead man was walking sideways nearby. Fallen warriors in these sands are already quite common, but it was a completely fresh corpse, the blood did not even have time to dry. And Camilla saw the corpse's face... Yoba, that tingle she felt earlier... She always felt the Farmer in the Crimson Baldlans, and always had time to save them if they were on the verge of death. But due to her irritation, malice and negligence at this very moment, she lost a friend and a budding mage warrior. She needs to make every effort now to stop a new threat that has not yet arisen. The Farmer was indeed very gifted in magic, such an uncontrolled flow of energy could even surpass even Camilla's with proper training. But this is not meant to be. Now Camilla can only stop the Farmer's torment and hope that they, up there, will be able to forgive her...

Alesia:

The day for Alesia was the same as the previous days: patrolling the walls of Castle Village, training recruits, and controlling monsters if there were too many near the main gates of the village. And so it was until a strange figure appeared not far from the walls. Alesia saw floods like those of fallen mummies, and realizing that this man was not alive, she fired an arrow from her bow to end the suffering of another lost soul. Only the arrow bounced off them like a spring. Alesia considered that she had missed, and more focusedly released another one. Still nothing. Looking closer with binoculars, she saw that this creature surrounded the barrier. But what struck her more was the face of this already dead man. With ugly scars and blood all over... But still recognizable. The Farmer, her dear friend... This desert spares no one. And although Alesia's heart broke from the loss, she did not lose her composure and immediately went to report to Camilla about the impending threat. For the Farmer was an unusual walking dead, with magic still preserved in their body, which could harm even more people, or even make a breach in the village's barrier.

[harryforvogue]

omg yes please write this !!!

also i can just picture lucia apologizing profusely for like being late or something because of her compulsions and then also having compulsions during their date and harry’s just sitting there completely enamored and fascinated like: no it’s okay :D :D

just a quick lil something <3

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Harry can’t help but be annoyed. And he thinks, as he sits in the restaurant, eyes trained on the door, that it’s totally fair for him to be.

Lucía, the girl he’s meeting up with for the first time, is the one who chose the restaurant and set the time. And she’s the one who hasn’t shown up yet. He peeks down at his watch. It’s nearing 6:30 and the reservation was for the top of the hour. Not a sight of her and not a single text from her.

So, yeah. He’s annoyed. And getting increasingly so as the minutes tick on.

The waiter has come by twice asking for his order and by the third time, Harry’s too pissed off to waste more time. He goes to stand, telling the waiter he’ll be leaving now.

And that’s when Lucía comes into the restaurant, her hair coming loose from her ponytail, her cheeks red from the cold air, and her eyes apologetic. She catches Harry’s gaze and takes a deep breath, walking briskly to the table.

“Hi,” she says. She’s breathless, unable to get more than a few words out. “I’m sorry. I’m so…late. I’m so…sorry.”

One look at her face makes all the irritation built up in his chest dissipate. He looks at her curiously, taking her in. He’s seen her pictures from her profile, but seeing her up close is different. She’s, well, absolutely beautiful. And in shambles.

“Hi.” Harry shuffles back into his seat. He might be staring a little bit. “Er, it’s all right.”

“Were you… uh, were you leaving?”

“Well, I honestly wasn’t sure if you were just late or if you were standing me up.”

Lucía’s eyes go all wide and embarrassed. “No! No, I wasn’t standing you up. I got out of work really late and had to drive someone home and I couldn’t say no to them even though their house is, like, the opposite way.” She makes a show of her hands to show directions though. Then, she takes a very deep breath, falling into her seat when Harry sits down again. “Listen. I’m sorry. I really am. Is it too late now?”

She looks so genuinely worried, Harry doesn’t have the heart to tell her how long he was waiting. So he doesn’t. He fixes his hair behind his ear and shakes his head. “It’s all right. It’s not too late. I think we may have to order quickly though.”

“Yes, yes, of course.” She starts removing her scarf and then her jacket. Harry pours her some water and slides the glass over. She thanks him softly and takes several seconds to drink all the contents. “Okay. Uh, well, I’ve been here before so I know what to order.”

“Okay.” He peeks at his menu even though he already knows what he’s getting too. Spending nearly half an hour here has led him to glance through the menu at least three times, figuring out what exactly he would like.

The waiter, far more impatient now, comes by with a notepad. “What drinks would you like?”

“Just water for me is fine,” Harry says. Lucía agrees.

They order their food and then are left in silence.

“So,” Lucía says, fixing her blouse. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Harry.”

“It’s nice to meet you. You look really great, Lucía.” She’s in professional clothing. A dark blouse and equally dark pants. She’s wearing a gold necklace and elegant gold hoop earrings.

“It’s my work outfit. I was fully planning on changing before getting here.” She swallows. “I apologize again.”

Harry’s momentarily distracted by the way her hair tumbles out with graceful curls as she undoes her hair tie. It’s a new sight since all her pictures online are with her hair up. She quickly scrapes all her hair back into a ponytail again, lacing her fingers neatly in on the table before her. 

“Don’t worry about it. I wasn’t waiting for long.”

“Good. Did you have work today too?”

“I did. I work both in person and remotely, but today I was in the office. It’s about half an hour from here.”

“Oh, nice. How was your day?”

“Good.” Harry blinks. “It was busy. We’ve got some new hires for the new season so it’s been a lot of training. Always reminds me of what I had to go through when I first started working there.”

Lucía drinks her water again. When she’s done, she gently wipes the corner of her mouth. “I had some new hires too, except thankfully I don’t have to train them. I can confidently say I’m good at my job, but having to explain every little part of it is just impossible for me. They’d learn nothing from my rambling.”

Harry smiles. Her voice is quiet and careful. Her face is tired, either from the long day or from lack of sleep, which he assumes due to her dark circles. Still, she’s very pretty.

“I hope they don’t kick us out early,” she continues, looking around the restaurant nervously. “I mean, there’s usually a time limit on restaurants, right?”

“I think we’ll be fine,” Harry assures her. “And even if we get kicked out, we’ll go someplace else for dessert. If you’d like.”

She nods. “Yeah, that’s a good idea.”

“Do you live far?”

“Not exactly. I’m pretty close to my job, which is great. Especially in the winter since it snows like hell. I think there’s a snowstorm coming over the weekend.”

“Right. Honestly, it’s new to me. I went to college down south so I’m honestly not a big fan of this weather.”

“When did you move to America?”

“Around 6 years ago. Coming up on 7 in a few months.”

“You still have a very prominent accent.”

“Do I?” Harry smiles. “Well, you have a Boston accent.”

Lucía laughs softly. “Nobody’s ever said that to me before.”

“No? It definitely comes out in certain words.”

“Am I hard to understand?”

“Not at all. It’s really nice actually.”

Lucía moves her fork over to her other side and lays it neatly down on the napkin. She smoothes out the edges of the napkin and then shifts her knife over just a centimeter to put distance between it and the fork. She does it to her spoon on her right side and the tablecloth, and Harry assumes she’s a little nervous.

“So do you use the app often?” he says, to distract her. She glances up at him, a little startled. It seems like she was totally engrossed in herself.

“Not really. If I’m honest,” she laughs a little bit, pink in the cheeks, “I downloaded it so I could tell my parents that I was really trying to find a boyfriend.”

“They ask you about it?”

“They want me to start a life with someone.” She’s back to flattening out the napkin, even though it’s already perfectly flat. “They live in Ecuador, so they’re real worried about me being alone here.”

“Ah. Do you live with roommates?”

“No, it’s just me. Do you?”

“I did until about 3 months ago. He moved out so now it’s just me in the apartment. It’s a little lonely.”

“For me, I don’t always think it’s lonely.” She picks up her glass and sets it down near the edge of the table. “Sometimes I think it’s nice to be alone.”

“I agree. But I don’t think I’d like to be alone all the time.”

“Yeah.” She’s looking across the table at his napkin now, frowning. She’s biting her lip, cracking her knuckles. Three on one hand, three on the other. Harry doesn’t think it’s nervousness now. “I’m so sorry. I’m about to say something really weird but I can’t help it.”

Harry shakes his head. “No no. What is it?”

“Um, can I take that?” She points at his unused napkin. Confusedly, he pulls it out from under his glass and hands it to her. “Thanks.”

He watches, fascinated, as she begins to flatten it out with her fingers. “Do your parents live in England?”

She’s having a conversation like it’s normal. “No, I moved with them here. Well, they came first and I stayed back to finish up the year I was in. Then I transferred here. I don’t think I could live here alone without them at such a young age.”

She nods. “That’s very true.” She begins to refold the napkin.

“Yes, it’s just a really big change and I think– okay. I have to ask. What are you doing?” he says laughingly.

She glances up at him, stopping her fingers. “Folding your napkin. I’m sorry. That’s really rude of me.” It seems to dawn on her that she’s being odd. “Sorry. Here.” She hands the napkin back to him.

“No it’s all right,” Harry grins. “I was just curious.”

“Sorry.”

“No really��”

“Oh, the food is here.” Judging by her tone, she really doesn’t want to talk about it, so he doesn’t bring it up.

The waiter sets down two plates on the table, telling them to “enjoy” and then leaving them alone. Lucía looks at her plate and then hesitates on her utensils. She picks up the fork and takes a careful bite.

“It’s good, isn’t it?” she asks him after swallowing. “I often come here with coworkers.”

“Yes, it’s lovely.” He’ll have to make a note to remember it for future nights out.

He also thinks she’s lovely. She’s very pretty with her warm eyes and her long eyelashes. Her lipstick is a little less pigmented from drinking so much water. Harry usually doesn't feel nervous on dates, but for some reason, he does now. He finds himself wiping his hands on his pants, bouncing his knee under the table, and thinking about her first impression of him.

Does she like him? Did she instantly feel something when she saw him too?

 “So, on your profile you said you like to stay in often. Is that mostly because of how busy you are with work?”

“Kinda. And also, I really don’t like waking up so early in the morning so I use my weekends to sleep in and recuperate.” She looks timid. “I like being in the comfort of my bed after work too. But sometimes I just fall asleep.”

Harry’s eyebrows raise. “You just go back to sleep after work?”

She smiles as she takes a sip of water. “I fall asleep really easily.”

Harry is immediately endeared.

“You must be a nightmare to watch movies with.”

“Oh, yes. I rarely finish movies because I fall asleep during them.”

“So it would be an awful idea for me to take you to the cinemas for our next date?”

She continues smiling. “Terrible.”

“Well, I’ll have to come up with something better then.” He likes teasing her. She’s cute.

She finishes drinking her water and then reaches for her napkin. After wiping her mouth, she begins flattening it again.

This time, however, she catches Harry’s eye as he watches her. She pulls her hands quickly into her lap and apologizes.

“No, no, it’s okay,” Harry jumps in. “I wasn’t–”

“Sorry. I just have a thing,” she says quietly. “It can be a little distracting.”

“No, really, Lucía. It’s all right. Whatever makes you comfortable.”

She nods, reaching for her fork, though Harry sees her eyes flickering to the crumpled napkin repeatedly. Harry strikes up the conversation again to give her a break from the attention, and once it’s off of her, her hands fly to her napkin, refolding it carefully so the corners meet perfectly.

He doesn’t bring it up. He decides at that moment to never bring it up until she decides she’s ready to tell him about it. He doesn’t watch her hands as they rearrange her cutlery or mess with her napkin again. He lets her do what she needs to to feel more at ease and it works because she relaxes into the conversation again.

When she rubs her eye for the second time, 45 minutes into their date, Harry laughs and calls for the waiter. He pays, politely declining her attempt at paying for herself. He helps her into her jacket and then walks her to her car.

“So no movies for next time, but let me make sure there will be a next time,” Harry says, leaning against her car.

She smiles brightly up at him and despite it, he sees the tiredness in her eyes. Something strikes his heart. Why does he want to hug her? Give her his jacket so she’s not shivering because of the wind.

“We can get the dessert we missed out on today,” she says, reaching for her keys. “Friday at 7?”

“Friday at 7 is perfect. I had fun tonight.”

“I did too. My faith in dating apps has been restored.”

Harry laughs. “I’m glad I could do that for you.” He searches her eyes for a moment and then bends down, kissing her cheek. As he’s pulling away, he draws up the hood of her winter jacket onto her head so far that she’s barely peeking up at him from under the faux fur. She giggles, fixing it. “Text me when you get home.”

“I will,” she promises, biting the inside of her cheek as if to hide a bigger smile.

She keeps her promise. She texts him 23 minutes later: Just got home. Looking forward to Friday!

And Harry decides that he likes Lucía. He’s interested to see where this goes.

[armpirate]

UNDER HIS SKIN || JJK || Ch. 29

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: They say there are two versions for every story, and it's important to hear both of them. Everybody is hearing your side of the story, but it's just fair to get to know his.

After breaking up with his girlfriend, the only thing he wanted was to have fun with no attachment. You wanted to get rid of your virginity, and he wanted to tick you off his list. What he didn't expect was getting so emotionally attached to you that he would regret the deal.

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MASTERLIST

Seoul, Korea. 2016

Things with Areum don't seem to be going anywhere. I keep trying to talk to her, but for some reason it just never goes further than any other greeting.

She always offers me a gentle bow, making her hair move all the way to the front with the way her body bends over slightly, before she goes back to focus on her laptop and gets ready for all the notes she'll be taking.

Maybe I shouldn't have confessed to her, it just made things weird between us -and it also seems like it made some space grow between us. Or maybe I should've been more original than just telling her I liked her. Maybe if I had been more creative, she'd be feeling the same way I did? Or, at least, she'd have thought about giving me a chance.

I let out a soft sigh, before I sense someone taking the empty spot next to me. At first, I'm not bothered to look at the person, it's not like I'm curious enough. But a pair of fingers gently pulling the sleeve of my jacket get my attention.

I get completely blocked when I see those familiar black eyes staring right into me. I'm not able to move until I realize she's been talking to me for a few seconds already -well, probably the time it took my eyes to go from hers to her lips.

—I didn't do the mandatory task for today —she starts speaking—. If I don't do it, I'll fail the subject and be forced to take it again next year.

—And what do you want me to do?

—I'm sure you did it.

And, in fact, she's right. There's no way I'd leave a subject pending for no reason, when it's as easy and simple as doing it.

—You want to copy my work?

—I'll just take a look at your research, and I promise you I'll change the wording. It's the same questions for everybody, so I'm sure he expects some answers to be similar.

—Similar, but not the exact same.

After that answer, she rolls her eyes and huffs, and she attempts to leave. But before Areum is able to stand up, I hold her wrist. She looks at me annoyed, something that only encourages me more to give in.

—I'll let you copy them.

—Thank you —a smile instantly brightens her face—. I owe you one.

And maybe it was the way she said that while looking at me like that, or it could be that I'm too into her to think straight, but those words have given me an idea.

—You do —I assure her—. And I'll let you copy them in exchange for something.

Her eyebrows frown momentarily, before her eyes turn to me completely curious about what I have to say.

—If I give you my work, you'll date me —she scoffs, looking away—. I'm risking my ass on failing the subject by helping you, and I'll be saving yours if it turns out well. I'm just asking you to give me a chance, for one month.

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Something that started that day, and that'd only last a month, turned into half a year of relationship. With every date we had, Areum was able to see parts of me she'd have refused to see in any other circumstance. Slowly, with patience, she learned to treasure every single bit of me and everything I was willing to give her.

I'd always pick her up from her place to walk her to college, and then walk her back home from it; we'd always sit together in class, and have lunch with our friends in common; on the weekend we'd spend it either with her parents or mine, and later we'd go out for a walk -until one of those days we decided to take it a bit further when her parents weren't home. She was the first girl I ever really loved, and I was also the first guy she fell in love with.

But soon I started seeing she didn't fall for me, but the meaning of what being in a relationship with me meant. She loved the attention, being taken care of, and having someone thinking of a future with her. But that place was never mine to take, and I forced her into thinking I was the right one. Her smiles weren't genuine. And, while she appreciated every single one of my gestures, I could see that infatuation vanishing away from her eyes a little more every day we met.

Until today.

She seems shaken. Areum keeps clenching her jaw and avoiding making any type of eye contact with me, tightening the grip of her fists when I ask her for the third time what's wrong. At first I think she argued with her parents, or maybe she didn't enjoy the summer holiday in Busan like she was expecting to. Fool me actually thought for one second she was mad because I wasn't able to text her one of the days she was there.

—We need to break up —she whispers.

I look at her, confused. I try to make her step inside and talk to me about this properly, maybe let her be more calm, but she sneaks away from my grip fast, giving me one deathly look that paralyzes me completely.

—Did I do something wrong?

I've asked that question a few times, actually. It's probably the only thing I'm completely aware of before she speaks again.

—You seriously don't know what you did? —she scoffs again— You ruined my life, Jungkook.

When she drops those words, the first thing I could think about is a pregnancy. We've always used protection whenever we were together, but some accidents could happen. Honestly, we wouldn't be the first ones to be going through something similar, and it's not like I'd leave her to go through it alone either. It could totally be possible because we were last together a month and a half ago.

But then, I notice I'm wrong again.

—You and that fucking deal.

Why would she bring up a deal that we decided to move on from five months ago?

And while I side of me wanted to know, I wish I had never encouraged her to speak more after she says:

—I could've been with Tae if we hadn't dated back then —she pushes me, making me stumble—. If you had given me your task without putting that fucking deal in between, I could've dated the person I actually liked.

And that's the last thing I needed to confirm I was never the one she ever intended to date, or care about. Her heart was never meant for me, but I forced her into leaving any other choices aside because I was too selfish to think straight. She never developed feelings for me, but she fell for the idea of the great relationship I forced her into. When I got her in the deal, I never even considered she could've been after someone else.

—We're done, Jeon.

But instead of seeing through her and her words, to share the blame, to find a reasonable way to deal with it, my first reaction is to grab a jacket and head over to Taehyung's place. I know him, I know he's a quite popular guy in our college, and I know he's the brother of one of Areum's friends. But why the hell was he in Busan? And what the hell did he tell her that got her reacting that way as soon as she came back?

Good thing about him being popular is that you always know where to find him. People, especially girls, talk about him so much that I was able to overhear a few times how those girls wanted to see him play soccer with his friends. And just thinking about the coincidence of him casually playing in one of the small fields just today, the same day that Areum decided to break up with me, only clouds my mind even more.

As soon as his friends leave and he's alone, everything happens way too fast. As if something had taken full control of my body and actions. All I end up being conscious of is the way he answers back to every one of my punches, and even grabs me at some point, making us both fall, ending up with my elbow laying over his wrist in a way that makes him scream in pain.

It actually takes me a few days to realize what I've done and reach out to him, showing up to his place and falling to my knees as soon as he shows up. Overhearing a conversation his sister had with Areum, I'm aware of Taehyung's injury being so severe that it could keep him from playing piano forever. And only because I got jealous, because my girlfriend broke up with me.

I never think Tae would forgive me, nor that he would even stand my presence. I was expecting a kick right against my chin, but instead, while rubbing my hands desperately at the height of my face, I felt a weight on my shoulder.

—Come in.

After doing what I'm told, I follow him inside, aware of the way his right hand is bandaged, and how he barely moves it -because at the minimum move, pain is installed on his features.

It's while talking that he tells me he knows about Areum, and he also knows why I went there and reacted the way I did. He confesses he did tell her he liked her at some point, because he thought she was so into me that she wouldn't even care at that point, and that he stopped liking her after he kept seeing her with me and learned we were dating. He keeps insisting on how he never told her to make her feelings shift.

And even if it was the case, it wasn't an excuse to do to him what I did. So when I bring up the topic, he jokes:

—You did me a favor —he chuckles—. I was done with playing that thing. I have bigger dreams than sitting on that stool for the rest of my life, playing the same song over and over again.

—I will still make up for what I did.

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Seoul, Korea. 2017

Not following what he said on leaving him alone, I kept going to his place every day after college. Sometimes I'd help him to get things done -like helping him with his homework or such-, or go to pick him up to go with him to the rehabilitation center, or sometimes I'd just stop by in case he needed a friend. He was one of the most popular, but it was surprising how neither of those people were around when he needed them the most.

Friendship just grew between us naturally. Almost making us inseparable.

But there was something that kept bothering me in the back of my head, something about that place that just made it unbearable to stay there. And it was while talking with Soo that I thought I found a solution to all my problems.

—You're going to New York? —Tae almost choked on his drink.

—We are going to New York —I correct him.

After his parents kicked him out, when he refused to keep doing those rehabilitations, I tried to be by his side as much as possible. We even rented a small studio, where barely both of us fitted, not that long ago.

And as much as I love being around him, the truth is that we aren't comfortable enough to think about staying longer than just a few months. And I doubt I'll ever be able to keep living in Seoul the way I used to. There's just something wrong about it.

—Why New York?

—My sister is there —I shrug—. It'll be easier for us to get used to a place where we know someone, she'll also help us find a new place to live in.

—Are you for real though? Or are you tricking me like the time you said we'd go to Jeju last month?

—I'm being for real —I nod—. If everything goes the way it should, we'll probably leave in January.

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New York, United States. Currently.

And after that, we lived more things after we moved here. He went to my graduation on the School of Arts, occupying a precious spot next to my parents and my sister, he also was the first person that knew about me and Leslie -and he was also the one that had the hardest time when I told him I was going to move out somewhere else with her after two years in the relationship. He's seen me at my worst, but also has been happy for every good thing that happened to me. That's why I didn't hesitate to give him the money he needed to open the pub, he's dreamt to open since he injured his hand.

—Y/n is not Areum —I hear him say—. Yeah, it also started with a deal, so what? Did anyone put a gun to her head to accept it? Fuck, Areum just wanted to have a boyfriend at that point, because most of her friends had one. If she hadn't ever known about my feelings, she'd probably have dated you for longer, or even married you at some point. Blaming you because my feelings changed was fucked up. She was fucked up —she finishes.

Taehyung scoffs, and I know he isn't entirely done.

—Doing that to my Kook —he clicks his tongue—. Who the fuck in her sane mind? —he tries to control himself—. But you yourself said that Y/n is different, that she seems genuine. You said not long ago that she didn't want to meet other guys. You think Areum would have declined that if you had said that same thing years ago? That girl actually likes you, and you're being a dumbass for allowing others to hit on her.

He might be right, or he might be wrong. Honestly, there's no turning back. I already told her, and as much as I hate the idea, I still think it's the right thing for me to do. If she chooses me at the end of the day, it'll mean it was always me. And if she chooses someone else, then I'll be happy to let her go and see her happy, because it was never me, the person she was supposed to end up with. 

[overnightheartbeats]

"Well, love may not be silly, but I certainly feel like that now. True, that might work in our favor. As long as we can figure out what she's after, we'll be good. Otherwise, the advantage might not be as good as it seems." Isaac smiled at the invitation. Given the situation, chances were - he'd show up regardless. But, it was nice hearing his friend was taken care of by her. "You got it, I'll be here. She really waits up? Looks like I have some serious competition."

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Jumping back into his relationship before he discovered who Jazz really was should've been more difficult. But, years of mission and undercover work conditioned him to most situations. Even ones completely fucking up his life. He offered her a smile. "Hm, it almost did get me. Who knew televisions would be the ones to get me. That's great, I don't doubt you two have tons in common. Just needed the chance to talk about it," a quick look over to Laurel, knowing that their training at the agency had given them, when necessary, the ability to be compatible with just about anyone. Must be that friendly attitude she had promised earlier. "Fumigated? That sucks, but you got it. Good call, that one Italian spot is nearby too." Isaac nodded, before pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "I've missed you too." Any other time, he may have felt slightly shy by the PDA. And part of him felt odd but not due to shyness, just shame. Even if Laurel didn't yet know the full context, but he caught Eli's look. Keep everything as it was. He remembered.

Laurel almost let out a sigh of relief when she felt Eli's hand resting on her back. It was a given; she always felt safer with him next to her. "It's okay love, go and be safe." She almost reminded him that apologies were not needed. They were not strangers to either of them getting called in at all random hours, but their visitors didn't know that. So, she held her tongue. "Tupperware is already in the fridge for you." It was something she started doing when they were figuring out the rhythm of their different jobs. It was easier to have the food packed from the start than to rush when he got called.

Her eyes narrowed momentarily, shooting a look at Jazz at the shameless flirting. Did Isaac catch this?? No matter how much training they had, it was difficult to pretend being friendly when she was trying to flirt with Eli like they weren't even here. Lucky for her, at least she thinks, Jazz was too focused giggling to notice her initial reaction. So, she looked up at the ceiling instead to find a calming point. His hand on her back remained a good way to keep her calm. Laurel smiled upon feeling his kiss, bringing her hand to his cheek, and pressing a quick kiss. "Come home soon," it was all she could ask of him each time he left the house, her way of reminding him she loved him. Watching Eli go was always bittersweet, each time it reminded her of some song she heard at a party once. Hate to see him go, but she loved to watch him leave. Something about his boots and duffel bag made for a wonderful view, even more so when he had his uniform shirt on. When the door closed, her focus returned to the lovely couple. "Of course Jazz, I'm really glad you came over. Hopefully, we can hang out some other time. Isaac, good to see you," she was about to reach to hug him goodbye, but Jazz led him away before she had a chance. Laurel turned around when she heard Nettie's voice coming from the hallway. "I see that. Don't know about the control part, but certainly annoying. How are you feeling? You're welcome to keep me company, Eli had to go. Totally okay if not, but in that case, we should give it about half an hour, and I can drive you both home."

Isaac didn't mention anything to Jazz on their way home, but it was a quiet ride. His relationship may have turned out to be more fake than his sister's high school knock off bags, but he still couldn't believe her audacity to flirt with his best friend like that. "You drank a little too much wine at their place? You had a weird case of the giggles back there with Eli."

Eli laughed. "Considering the fact that they haven't cared since I was two weeks old. I think its safe to say the blame is on them." He shook his head and tapped his leg. "Love isn't silly. When its real. It won't come to that. We just need to know what she knows and if anything is compromised. The fact that she's still trying with you means she hasn't gotten what she wanted. That can be seen as good."

He nodded at the regroup part and brought his hand through his hair. "I am hoping I won't come home late tonight but if I do. Still come. Laurel always waits up for me. She can't sleep without greeting me by the door."

Jazz when she turned on the charm, could really turn it on. She leaned into his side and made sure to grab onto his bicep. "Just glad you're back. There's no electronic device that can outsmart you. I was having fun talking with Laurel. We have quite a few things in common." Being a kingpin's daughter had its perks. One of them was being able to tap into different people's experiences. "Could we make it your place instead? I'm having my place fumigated so can't do anything there. Maybe food after we spend some time together. I've missed you?"

Eli came back out and stood by Laurel, one hand on her back as he caught the tail end of the conversation. Sharing one barely there look with his friend he knew that Issac had to agree. Make everything as it was. "Raincheck on dinner. Work called." That he wasn't lying about. "I'm sorry, baby. Can I get a Tupperware to go? I may not come back until tomorrow morning."

"Is being a firefighter fun?" Jazz asked then giggled trying to openly flirt with Eli. Eli eyebrows rose up in disbelief at her blatant attempt at flirting. Even so, he bit. "If fires get you going then I suppose sure. Can't say the late nights are any fun. The no sleep and running on whatever energy you have on reserve isn't all that it is cracked up to be but we manage." He kissed Laurel's head and whispered a soft I love you before he headed out to get his bag. Patting Issac on the back before he left. Boots in hand and duffel bag on his shoulder he opened the door and winked at his girl before he closed it.

Jazz shrugged and smiled. "Guess that is our cue to go too. Thanks Laurel again. Next time." The brunette grabbed Issac's hand and lead him away. Nettie being in the guest room she heard them leave and let out a sigh. She brought Bast with her and sighed. "She does that." Nettie stated it like it was a random fact. "Likes to have control and flirt."

[natashxromanovf]

The Accident

Spencer Reid x paramedic!fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 1677

WARNINGS: a lot of dialogue (as always), mentions of a crash, mentions of a hospital, swearing

REQUESTED: no, hurt/comfort

SUMMARY: When an accident occurs, Spencer is worried out of his mind not knowing if something bad happened to you.

A/N: finally kinda done with requests, so i can write some of my ideas. this is a crossover between the show's criminal minds and chicago fire, but it’s not very relevant to the story. it’s more leaning against criminal minds (obviously, it's spencer) and it’s not chicago fire anymore cause it’s happening in quantico😂 gif credits to @toyboxboy

The sound of a siren goes off, signalling it’s time to go. You look up, eyes searching for your partner, just as she comes up behind you, tapping your shoulder.

“Ready?” she asks, earning a nod from you. You hop on the passenger's side, your partner sitting down on the driver's seat. The door opens and the two of you are on your way to help the old lady who, according to the dispatch, fell down the stairs. You just hope it’s not too bad.

“So, how’s it going with that agent of yours?” Shay suddenly asks, making you remember she’s one of the nosiest people you know.

“First of all, he’s a doctor. He’s very sensitive when it comes to that,” you laugh, the blonde mirroring your actions. “And it’s going amazing. He’s so sweet, I love it when he rambles about the most random things and even though I don’t know what he’s talking about half the time, it reminds me of home. I really don’t get why people are so annoyed by his facts,” you say, now already starting to ramble.

“Wow, you’re in bad, girl,” she states, a big grin on her face. It’s her thing - she’s happy when she knows people around her are too. And that’s one of the many things you love about her, even though it can hurt her from time to time.

“Don’t I know it,” you sigh, looking out the window, thinking about the genius. You’ve been dating for a couple of months now, almost a year actually, and he’s the best thing that has happened to you. Despite the horrible job he does, the horrors he sees he’s one of the nicest people in the world. He always tries to come home in time to at least kiss you goodnight, and when he’s on a case he never fails to find some time to call you.

“Can you check if we’re close already?” Shay questions, snapping you out of your thoughts. You hum, looking at the GPS.

“Yes, we should be there in half a minute,” you inform, just as the blonde passes an intersection. The next few things that happen are a complete blur - it all happened so quickly. A truck ran over a red light, crashing into the ambulance. You hear glass shattering, pieces of it falling everywhere. That’s the last thing you feel before darkness overtakes your senses, losing consciousness momentarily.

You slowly open your eyes, blinking a couple of times to adjust to the brightness. You can hear sirens from every direction, the sound still slightly muffled by the ringing in your ears. And then you feel a hand on your neck, stilling you as the other person wraps something around it.

“Y/N, can you hear me?” a voice calls out, a head appearing in front of your eyes. It takes some time to register who it is, just to recognise one of your co-workers.

“Matt?” you ask, all of a sudden aware of your aching muscles, literally feeling the pain in your bones.

“Yes it’s me, you’re going to be okay,” he mutters, letting the paramedics lift you up to a gurney.

“Shay?”

“She’s going to be fine,” Casey quickly replies, not wanting to scare you even further. The truth is, she’s in a far worse shape than you are, the truck crashed into her side.

“Please call Spencer,” you murmur, just before the doors of the ambulance close, Matt nodding.

~

It was a slow day at work for Spencer. There wasn’t a new case, just piles of paperwork. If he wanted to, he could finish it in an hour or two, but he really doesn’t feel like it today. He doesn’t know what’s happening but the day is somehow longer than usual. And it also seems like it’s affecting everyone, not just him.

Taking his eyes off the report he was working on, he looks across to Morgan’s desk, where the man is almost sleeping already. The genius quickly takes an eraser that was sitting on his desk, throwing it on Derek’s desk. That startles him, wildly opening his eyes before he realises what’s going on.

“Reiddd,” he groans, throwing the rubber back. Spencer just laughs, slightly shaking his head. Morgan was about to say something else but Spencer’s phone rings, shutting him up. He picks up, quiet chuckles still coming out of his throat.

“Hello, this is Spencer Reid,” he introduces himself because it was an unknown number.

“Hi, this is Matthew Casey I work-”

“With Y/N, yeah, I’ve heard great things about you,” Spencer finishes for the lieutenant. Slight worry settles itself into the younger man though, cause why would the man be calling him? “I’m sorry, but is everything okay?” Reid asks, a sigh is heard from the other end of the line. He knows that kind of sigh - it’s an “I’m about to deliver you some bad news” kind of sigh, he heard it a million times before, even did it himself. “What’s wrong?” he now says, his expression changing completely. That catches Derek’s attention, dropping whatever he was working on and focusing on the conversation instead.

“Y/N, she- she was in an accident. She’s fine, she just has a concussion, some bruises and cuts. She’s at the hospital now. If I’m honest, she was really lucky,” Casey finishes, worry now written all over Spencer’s face.

“Which hospital?” he almost whispers, his head still not fully wrapping around what happened. That alerts Morgan, standing up and coming to his friend’s desk.

“The one closest to our firehouse,” the blonde replies, still staying on the line despite someone calling him.

“I’m on my way,” the doctor states, hanging up and quickly walking to Hotch’s office. “Hotch,” he greets as he steps into his office just enough so his boss can see him.

“What is it?” Hotch quickly asks, knowing the expression on his team member’s face all too well. He can’t quite pinpoint what it is, but it’s bad.

“Y/N, she’s at the hospital, I have to- can I-”

“Yes, of course, take as much time as you need,” Aaron comments, standing up. “And please, don’t hesitate to call if you need anything,” he adds, Spencer already half on his way down the stairs.

“Morgan can you-”

“Right behind you, kid,” Derek mutters, grabbing his jacket and running after the genius.

~

Arriving at the hospital, they stop in the parking lot, Reid practically jumping out of the car. In a matter of seconds, he’s inside the hospital, frantically looking around for your coworkers. They’re all seated in chairs, some pacing up and down, running out of patience. He’s quick to approach them, startling some of the men.

“She’s okay,” Severide states the second your boyfriend is in the line of hearing. A breath leaves Spencer’s mouth, one he hasn’t even realised he was holding. Now that he knows you’re fine, there’s one more thing he has to ask, knowing both you and him have to know. Shay is the only person Spencer has officially met from the firehouse and he took a quick liking to the woman. She’s funny and makes people smile, so he’s happy you found a good friend in her.

“How’s Leslie?” he questions, a lump forming in his throat. He swallows hard, fearing the answer. A shake of Severide’s head is all it takes for him to know. “That bad, huh?”

“Yeah, they’re operating on her right now,” Kelly informs, his voice slightly breaking at the end.

“Y/N’s in the room down the hall,” someone who Spencer assumes is Herman says, earning a nod as a thank you from the Agent. On the way he momentarily grabs Severide’s shoulder, squeezing it as a reminder that the blonde girl is going to be just fine. After all, she’s very strong from what Spencer heard. Kelly thanks him with a look and a small, sad smile.

Knocking on the door of the room where you’re in he opens them, stepping inside. Your sitting form immediately shifts to the intruder, quickly standing up and jumping into his arms. He wraps you in a tight hug, a little too tight considering your injuries but you don’t say anything, you’re just happy you’re in his arms again. A tear rolls down your cheek because right before you passed out, all you could think about is how you won’t see him again - but by some miracle he’s here, standing in front of you.

“Please don’t do that to me ever again,” Spencer whispers, his voice muffled by your hair. You just lean more into him, adjusting your hands. He presses a kiss to the side of your head, now his turn to cry. He also thought he lost you forever.

“Spencer, no one will tell me a thing. How’s- How’s she?” you manage to get out, slowly starting to pull away from him so you can see his face.

Spencer knows there’s no point in lying. After all, you do deserve a truth. “It’s bad. She’s in surgery, that’s all I know. The whole firehouse is out there, we can go wait with them if the doctor cleared you,” Spencer sympathetically implies, earning a firm nod from you. You stop quickly though, your head started pounding, just as the doctor said. You had a concussion, you knew your head was going to be a bitch for the next week or so.

“Please, I need to know,” you mutter, grabbing your things, accepting Spencer’s offered hand. He leads you to them, all of them looking up once they hear the footsteps.

“Oh, Y/N, we’re so glad you’re okay,” Gabby immediately stands up, wrapping you into a gentler hug than the one you received before this one. You take a deep breath, knowing how hard the next few hours will be. And all you can do is wait - wait with friends by your side, with the love of your life sitting next to you. But deep down, you know she’ll make it; she’s Leslie Elizabeth Shay for God’s sake.

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[calswildflcwer]

You’re Hurt !

Pairing : Carlos x fem!reader.

Warnings : mentions of blood and fighting, pain, Carlos getting a little woozy.

Plot : When Carlos is injured in a fight, you offer to clean him up but accidentally give him something else which makes him a little dopey and woozy, this causes the boy to finally tell you how he feels.

Pronouns used : he/him for Carlos, she/her for reader.

Note : I am not a Spanish native and I don’t know any Spanish, all Spanish nicknames mentioned in this story are translated from google. If anything is wrong PLEASE let me know and I will correct it.

Request : yes/no.

Info : I’m sorry if this isn’t what you were looking for, love but I hope you like it just the same!

Carlos taglist : @tigreost, @try-cry-why-try, @dai-tsukki-desu, @xxhome-is-where-ria-isxx, @cassiopeia-black-brenda, @elegantkidfansoul, @ale-creates-worlds, @eeyahhh, @camilos-mivida, @inky-clover, @soumya-13, @belladonna271.

It was quiet. Too quiet. You were walking through Encanto and couldn’t hear the usual yelling through the markets stalls or the usual shouting of crowds egging on a fight.

Your eyes squinted slightly in the sun that was beaming down on your skin as you went about your days chores, that’s when you saw him. The local troublemaker was limping slightly, you dropped the crates you were holding; not caring that the fruits that you were supposed to be delivering to the marketplace were now rolling all over the pavement. You sprinted towards Carlos, stopping in front of him, you grabbed his chin and began inspecting his bloodied face, “What the hell happened?!” You shrieked, worry taking over your features.

Carlos watched you, his head tilted to the side slightly; the curls that covered his eyes blowing in the breeze momentarily. Maybe it was the hazy state he was already in but he found you… Adorable?

“M’fine.” He mumbled, stumbling into you slightly as his leg gave way.

You caught him quickly, throwing his arm over your shoulder as you began helping him towards casita, “One of these days, Carlos, I’m not gonna be here to pick you up after every fight.” You grunted slightly, this boy was heavier than he looked.

“Least I won.” He told you, smirking at you through half lidded eyes.

You rolled your eyes, “Congratulations.” You said sarcastically as you walked in through the doors of casita.

You glanced around, the house seemed very silent considering the buzz that usually emanated from within the walls of La Casa Madrigal. “JULIETA!” You called out, adjusting Carlos’ arm on your shoulder, unintentionally pulling the boy closer to you.

“She’s not here. She’s at her stall, healing random villagers.” He let you know quietly.

You sighed, rolling your eyes as you began dragging him towards the kitchen, “We need to get you cleaned up and give you some kind of remedy.” You sighed, sitting him on a nearby stool before turning your back and grabbing the first aid kit.

You turned back to face him, seeing his smirk now plastered on his lips. You sighed, rolling your eyes, “Okay, I’m gonna turn my back again to grab the antiseptic and this time, try not to check out my ass.” You said, cocking an eyebrow at the boy.

“No promises, princesa.” He grinned. You turned around, mainly to hide your reddening cheeks at the nickname.

‘Princesa?’ You thought. ‘Damn, he must’ve hit his head hard.’

You grabbed the bottle of antiseptic and turned back to the boy, grabbing a nearby cloth and beginning to wipe at the blood as your other hand held his chin in order to keep his head still.

Carlos watched you, his eyes trailing along your features. The way your eyebrows knitted together in concentration, the laugh lines that were present on your face, the way your lips pursed together as you focused on his wounds all sent his thoughts into overdrive.

How could someone so annoying be so perfect?

Fuck, she’s adorable!

I think I’m obsessed with her.

She’s so cute.

Shit, what is she doing to me?

I wonder what her lips taste like?

Why does she even care about me?

Am I wrong for loving my twin brothers best friend?

Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m in love with her.

“All done!” Your voice pulled him from his thoughts. He snapped back to reality, being pulled away from his intense staring contest that he had going on with your face. You reached over, grabbing a nearby empanada; figuring it would be Julieta’s healing remedy. You shoved the pastry into his mouth and watched him eat it.

However, dread soon covered your features. His wounds weren’t healing and he was beginning to sway back and forth, struggling to keep his eyes open. “Oh god, oh god, oh god.” You whispered.

Carlos stared at you, “Oh dios, I don’t feel so good.” He groaned.

He leant forward, instantly falling from his stool. Thanks to your quick reflexes, you caught him before he hit the floor; becoming a human shield to prevent him from getting hurt even further. His body crashed into yours, “Owww…” You groaned as you laid flat on the floor. Carlos placed his hands at either side of your head, pushing himself up slightly.

He stopped as he stared down at you, staring into your eyes, “You’re beautiful.” He said, his eyes widening immediately afterwards. “I mean… Uh…” He blinked a few times before sighing, his eyes drifting to meet yours again. His eyes searched yours as you laid beneath him, his eyes slowly drifting to meet your lips.

‘I wonder what her lips taste like.’ He thought.

Your eyes widened beneath him, “Raspberry.” You told him.

He blinked, surprised, “What?” He asked.

A smirk crossed your lips, “My lips. They taste like raspberry because I use raspberry lip balm.” You let him know.

His cheeks flushed red, highlighting his freckles slightly, he shook his head; a soft grin on his face, “I could’ve found that out for myself, you know?” He grinned.

You laughed, biting your lips slightly before your eyes met his, “What’s stopping you?” You said, unhooking your bottom lip from between your teeth.

His eyes widened, he stared down at you as a smirk formed on his lips as he leant down. His face getting closer and closer to yours, your breathing hitched as his lips were inches away from yours. He then leant down, past your face, his lips curled into a smile as he neared your ear, “Nothing’s stopping me, princesa. There’s just something else I’d rather do beforehand.” He smirked.

A frown formed on your lips as your eyebrows creased in confusion, “What’s that then?” You asked him.

He sat up, sitting up straight as he stared at you. It was almost as if he was in a drunken state at this point, he was so woozy and dopey, “I love you.” He said, a lopsided grin on his face replacing his usual smirk. “I’m in love with you.” He corrected. You felt like your heart was jumping up into your throat.

Was your best friends twin brother really confessing his love for you?

Your eyes were wide as he stared at you, “You know, I never wouldn’t have said this if it wasn’t for that empanada or the fight. They both really did something to me, I guess. I’ve been obsessed with you for so long, and seeing you constantly hugging and holding Camilo makes my blood boil. I love you. Dios, I love you so freaking much.” He sighed, closing his eyes and swaying momentarily.

You couldn’t believe the words that came out of your mouth next, Carlos gulped when he heard them, his eyes widening and him waking up slightly upon hearing them.

“I love you too.”

“Y-you do?” He asked you.

“Yeah, Cami is my best friend but that’s all he’ll ever be. I don’t see him that way. It’s always been you, Carlos.” You told him, lifting your hand and stroking his cheek with a soft smile.

He smiled, leaning down again and pressing his lips against yours. You melted into the kiss, your lips moving in sync as you ran your fingers through his curls.

The pair of you were forced apart when you heard the voice of his tia, “What’s going on here?” Carlos lifted his head, turning to the door. His hands were still on the floor at either side of your head, his cheeks burned red as you lifted your hands over your face. You were so embarrassed. Julieta wore a smirk, her arms folded over her chest as she leant on the doorframe.

“Tia, it isn’t what it looks like…” Carlos began.

That’s when you remembered, quickly sitting up, almost bumping your head against his. “Tia Julieta, I need your help! I gave him an empanada thinking it would heal him but it didn’t work.” You sighed.

Julieta’s eyes widened, “Oh no, the empanadas are to help people who have trouble sleeping, cariño! They’ve got a sleeping aid in them!” She said, rushing over to her prepared food on the counter.

“W-what?! I had no idea.” You mumbled, fear evident in your voice.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” She said, a soft smile gracing her face as she shoved an arepa in her nephews mouth.

His wounds healed immediately and his grogginess suddenly dissipated. He glanced at your sitting form, a soft smirk still tugging at his lips, “They really do taste like raspberry, princesa.” He smirked before sending you a wink and walking away.

You watched him go, your eyes wide and your cheeks flushing the same colour as his ruana as you did. You placed your hand over your mouth, where his lips had been moments prior before you were interrupted.

“Ay dios mío, what’re you doing to me, Madrigal?”

~ Hey, hi, hello, hallo, bonjour, hola, hai! So, ya girl is back with another one shot. I’m really trying to get through the requests before I start any of the series that I have planned so here y’all have this one! Lemme know y’all’s thoughts, angels! 😘 Stay hydrated, make sure you’ve eaten today, remember you’re loved more than you’ll ever know and stay safe, lovelies! Mwah! 💖

[sukirichi]

happy little accidents

— Life is a series of unfortunate events, but sometimes, there are happy little accidents.

REQUEST. (accidental pregnancy, fuck buddies au) + childhood friends to lovers + baby moments with father! megumi

CONTENT/WARNINGS. slight smut, slight exhibitionism (I think? there’s a CCTV lmao) just daddy megumi uwu

NOTES. hi anon, thank you for requesting and joining the event! I have to admit...I don’t really know how to write this and I just had to ask my mother about her experiences in pregnancy LMAO. I apologize in advance if this sucks, I’m pretty good at fluff but domestic and cute stuff with children isn’t my expertise asggkhl I’m awkward around babies and kids so anyways, I hope you like it! OH AND ALSO I HAVE A CAMEO LMAO

Megumi’s hands runs up under your shirt, bringing about a shiver forward when his cold fingers come into with your warm skin. You feel him smile onto the kiss, his grip nothing but teasing before he brushes the underside of your breast, prompting you to grip closer to his hoodie. You and him were childhood friends; having always liked one another until playing house was no longer a game a but dream, but his family was too strict and controlling – they’ve made it clear long ago this relationship could never and would never happen.

His Uncle Naoya made sure of it.

But that didn’t stop the both of you. All the way from highschool until now in your university days, you and Megumi are still stuck together by the hip, occasionally fucking whenever time allowed. Weekdays are spent staring longingly at each other in the hallways, the weekends flourishing into finally’s and hushed kisses under the sheets, completely unaware of the world you both trudged in.

Today was one of those days, and you’re nothing less of passionate as you swipe your tongue out to taste his lips, smiling when you realize he’s also grown used to wearing your mint flavoured lip balm. “Mhm, Megumi, I missed you,” you placed your legs beside his arms, a contented sigh entering his mouth as he closed his eyes.

“You miss me? I’m always around you,” he reminds you, pulling away momentarily to tug your shirt to the side where he leaves a soft patch of kisses. “Never gonna leave your side, baby.”

“You better not. I’m the best you’ll ever have.”

Megumi nods wholeheartedly in agreement, not wasting time before he pulls you closer to him. You’re almost weightless as you crash on top of him, hands tangled into the other’s hair and his large palm squeezing your breast. It produces a breathy moan from you, a thread of saliva connecting your lips when it comes again – that hellish bitter and sour bile that flows up to your throat. You push yourself off him and run to the bathroom, the content of your stomachs poured while your groans echo around the room.

He’s beside you in an instant, crouching beside you to pull your hair up and pat your back. Once you’ve finished throwing up, you clutch at the indistinguishable bloating of your stomach, leaning back into his touch while you slowly regain your composure.

Your head is throbbing uncomfortably again, one that wouldn’t go away no matter how much you press your thumbs against it.

“Wh-what’s wrong? Are you sick or something?”

You chuckle a bit from the way he frets over you, hands tilting your cheeks side to side while he pales, a sheen of worry visible on his hairline. He’s always been such a worrywart. You look behind him and see the box of condoms in your half-open medicine cabinet, the sight making your heart drop in your chest.

“Megs...when was the last time we had sex?”

“Well,” he scratches the back of his head, “We’ve both been busy from uni, so...last month, I guess? It’s been a long time.”

You swallowed audibly. You’ve recently gotten that box of condoms because if you remember correctly, last time you both skipped straight to the deed after realizing you ran out of it. Eyes flicking over his confused ones, your throat ran dry and itchy from the throw up session, your voice low as you say, “I’m three weeks late on my period, Megs.”

He looks just as shocked as you are, but he doesn’t give you the time to recover before he rushes out into your apartment. For a moment, you’re left heartbroken at the cold bathroom tiles, thinking that he left, but Megumi comes back a few minutes later, a pregnancy test kit and some chocolates inside a plastic bag. Your eyes widen when he gently ushers you to sit on the toilet, his feet tapping impatiently on the floor while you both wait for the result.

And there it is.

The timer on his phone goes off. Megumi rushes beside you, his chin resting on your shoulder as he blinks at the test kit. He turns to you and blinks in question, wondering what the hell it meant.

“’Gumi...it’s positive,” you cry out, sending him into a stagger backwards when you jump at him. Thankfully, he’s carried you too many times to count that he’s natural at hoisting you into his arms, still rendered speechless as you announce, “You’re going to be a dad!”

It’s been five whole months since you and Megumi turned into being stable fuck buddies, intent on hiding your relationship from both your families, into homeless and young parents whose fear over life and the future only increased tenfold now with the growing baby inside you.

You still remember that dreadful moment when both of you are kicked out into your family estate, Megumi’s Uncle Naoya especially enraged over the news. He doesn’t even give his nephew a chance to pack his bags before he signals the bodyguards to escort you out, then takes away all Megumi’s privileges and former luxury of being part of the Zenin Clan. You assume he’d want to strangle his pitiful Uncle for the never ending mistreatment, but your now boyfriend is nothing but happy, relieved that he’s been freed from the tight reins that always got in both your way.

Unbeknownst to the controlling Zenin Clan head, his wife is much more cunning than he is. He knows his wife always had some sorts of tricks hidden up in her sleeve, but even you were surprised when Megumi’s Aunt Suki shows up in your college dorm one day, throwing a set of keys your way with a wink before driving off back to become Naoya’s beloved trophy wife.

She lent you one of her high-estate apartments and even a humble car, silently wiring fees into your bank account since Megumi’s was already shut down.

Truly, if it wasn’t for her, you and Megumi wouldn’t be able to live this comfortably no matter how much both of you worked your ass off.

Now, none of you had to worry about not getting to make ends meet, no more worrying about putting your health at risk by working two jobs a day along with university – you and Megumi agreed to take advantage of her kindness just until the baby was born, opting to live quietly and comfortably in your shared home that would soon be filled with more memories. Well, as comfortably as you both could anyway, since pregnancy – although a beautiful experience – wasn’t always rainbows and unicorns.

Megumi comes home one day, the food you’ve always been craving from the Chinese restaurant from the other town present inside his bag. He’s tired from uni, even more so that he shares your burden of becoming new parents, but every time he comes home to you, all his exhaustion is wiped away, especially with the evident growth of your belly.

Your boyfriend runs up to you after placing the food on the counter, his arms wide open to get a hug – he’s gotten extremely touchy ever since the pregnancy – when you reel away from him, face turning green.

Your fingers come to pitch at your nose, eyes narrowed at his confused pout. “Ugh, Megumi, your deodorant stinks.”

“You were the one who got this for me, though,” his brows furrow as he lifts his sleeve up to sniff himself. He doesn’t smell bad... “You said you liked it on me,” he mumbles more to himself than you, staying still in his spot when he sees how colourless you’ve become. “Why are you looking at me like that? I showered today.”

“I can’t stand the smell of you, I can’t, gosh,” pushing past him, you rush to the toilets, the morning sickness well present all the way until sundown as you throw up. Megumi stands at the doorway, hands extended in front of him as he’s unsure whether he could help you or not. You firmly shake your head at him, lips turned into a sneer. “No, don’t get near me or I will honestly whack you with my purse, Megumi. Get rid of that deodorant and find a scent free one or something.”

Megumi is left with a slack jaw when you hop into bed afterwards, too tired and irritated to finish your papers. Seeing that he should probably do the same and pamper you instead, Megumi is silent as he crawls under the covers, only to be kicked out with a harsh kick to his thigh and a fiery, “Get out!”

“Nobara,” he whines into the phone, too fearful to even look at the bedroom at the thought that you’d feel his gaze and get even angrier. Your instincts and senses sharpens with each passing day; he won’t risk it. “My girlfriend hates me!”

“I could see why.”

Megumi groans at his friend’s flippant tone, the sound of a nail file grazing acrylics mixed with lo-fi music playing from the other line. “I’m serious – she doesn’t even want me a foot near her! When I tried to join her on the bed, she literally woke up just to hit me with a pillow. Right in the face!”

“Let me guess, you’re banned from the bedroom and staying on the couch?”

“Yeah, I am,” he sulks on the couch, “I don’t know why she hates me. I can’t imagine what I did wrong.”

“You don’t have to do anything wrong for a pregnant woman to hate you, Fushiguro. It’s not your fault your face is just really annoying,” Megumi makes a sound of protest before slapping a hand over his lips, nervous gaze darting at your door again. He relaxes into the seat; you’ve probably fallen asleep. “But on a more serious note, I think it’s the hormones. She’s erratic right now and you can’t blame her, she’s literally growing a child inside of her, dude, are you crying?”

“She might divorce me because of my deodorant.”

“Idiot, you two aren’t even married!” Nobara bellows loud enough that Megumi pulls the phone away from his ear, waiting until she’s calmed down and continues speaking like she didn’t just burst his ear drums. “Listen, just be extra sweet and careful around her, okay? Don’t open your mouth as well unless you want to die. Now get a notepad or something, we’re going to devise the best Baby Mama Seduction Plan that is guaranteed to win her heart.”

“You’re a lifesaver, Nobara!”

“Hmph, you owe me tickets to that fashion show though. Get your rich ass uncle to pull some connections or something.”

“Nobara, you know I can’t—”

“Oh shit, is that your girl about to kick you in the face?” Megumi yelps as his body flips at the direction of your room, both hands raised in surrender with his phone pressed between his ear and shoulder. He sighs – the door is still closed – he should be safe for now. Meanwhile, Nobara snickers cockily, almost as if she could see everything. As always, Nobara was triumphant. “That’s right, we both don’t want that to happen, so stick to your end of the deal man.”

Megumi stays up the whole night to execute Nobara’s plan. It’s tiring to run back and forth in the open convenience stores just to fill the fridge up with all your favourite food, but Megumi is determined to have you accept him again, even if he knows you’re not actually rejecting him.

By the time you’ve woken up, all beautiful and glowing as you pad out your room, Megumi stands up straight to conceal his body ridden with exhaustion. He just wants to make you happy.

“What’s all this?”

“You’ve been working hard,” he starts off unsurely, a hand scratching the back of his head as he gauges for your reaction. You plop down on the dining table and don’t scowl as you take a whiff of the food, blinking for a few seconds before you dig in. It’s enough for him to take as a go-signal, and he walks beside you carefully, his voice wavering and soft. “I just wanted to surprise you – show you how much I love and admire you...all that.”

“That’s suspicious,” you mouth through a mouthful of dumpling, but smile anyways with your arms extended. “Come here, give me a kiss.”

Megumi is beyond elated as he buries himself in the warmth of your arms again, sighing when you kiss his cheeks and jaw. “Are we good?”

“Did you replace your deodorant?”

“Yes...”

“Good boy,” you kiss him on the lips this time. Megumi has the audacity to blush as if he didn’t just fuck a baby into you, making you laugh before you slap his ass, last night’s irration now replaced with a reminder that this was Megumi – your first love and everything more. There was no way you wouldn’t be ‘good’ with him; you’d go to heavens and back for him, but maybe once you’re done birthing his child. “Yeah, we’re good. Get the mint choco ice cream pint for me?” Megumi sprints to perform your commands, and you reward him by pulling him in for a deeper kiss the time, his lips so sweet and minty. You can’t help but sigh, falling for him over and over again. “You’re such a sweetheart, Megs. This is why I’m head over heels for you.”

“You didn’t want me sleeping beside you for a week straight though.”

Your nose scrunches at the memory – that slight change in your expression making Megumi step back – as you wave a spoon at him, glaring at him in warning. “Like I said, you stank.”

But...pregnancy wasn’t all that bad for the both of you. There were times you’re unable to keep your hands off him. Although unexpected and mostly occurring in the most inconvenient situations, Megumi can’t say he’s complaining, especially not when you push him towards the wall just as the elevator doors closed.

“Daddy,” you moan, guiding his hands into your already soaking wet panties. Megumi breathes sharply as he cups your drenching core, wondering how you’ve gotten this aroused without him doing anything sexual in particular.

The nickname spilling past your lips is unforeseen though, as is his growing kink for it when he hardens immediately.  

“Please, please, please, I need you so much – make me feel good, will you?”

Megumi has to pin your needy, trailing hands all over his chest down to your sides, his pupils blown wide as the elevator ascends from one floor to the other. His eyes dart to the blinking red light from the cameras, his Adam’s apple bobbing when you don’t stop in the slighthest, only leaning forward to tug and nip at the skin of his neck. Megumi groans at your ministrations; you know very well that was his sensitive spot. “Y/N, we’re literally in the elevator, just wait until we get back home—”

When Megumi tries to push you away to stop your hands from palming his boner, you growl, eyes fierce and heated as you turn to him. “Do you want me to chop your dick off and prevent you from having a second child?”

“N-no.”

“Then shut up and fuck me.”

“Fuck, okay, don’t blame me if I make you sore, though.”

You roll your eyes at him, your hands moving expertly as you bunch your skirt up to your waist to show him that your bud was already swollen just for him. “Megumi, my boobs are already are its most sore point, I don’t give a fuck anymore.”

Megumi makes quick work of shoving his pants down just to his knees, gentle yet needy as he pushes your chest flat on the walls, round and perky ass puckered for him to take you already. He could cum just from the sight of you bending over for him like this, your arousal already dripping down your thighs as you wiggle your hips at him, breathless in the desire to be taken once more.

There were still fifteen floors to go before you reached your destination. Megumi’s brows pinch together in anxiety that anyone could press for the lift, but you’re also submissively bent over for him, moaning and gasping his name even when it’s only the tip of his cock sliding into you.

He sees the way your fingers hover over the buttons, clearly more prepared to shut the doors and deny others entry than he was, and he thinks fuck it to himself before he buries himself deep into you, head thrown back at the heavenly and salacious feeling of fucking you raw. You’re somehow warmer and tighter, wetter with puffier lips during your second trimester. Just as he blanches at the thought he could hurt you, he remembers the doctor’s encouragement of more sex. Being the good boyfriend he is, Megumi fucks hard into you, groaning and panting when your walls clamp down on him.

He only wants to help you.

Days of rubbing your feet and singing to your belly were gone – now replaced with laughter pouring into your house and switching from listening to Mother Mother into actually enjoying nursery rhymes playing from the stereo.

It feels just like yesterday when he rushes you to the emergency room, your hand nearly crushing his during your contractions before you gave birth to his child.

Megumi has never really been much of an emotional person, preferring to be calm and stoic unless you’re around; the rare times he actually lets his walls down. Surrounded by a group of doctors, though, Megumi stops caring about saving face when they hand him his daughter. He isn’t the least bit embarrassed when he sobs upon seeing the tiny bundle of joy in his arms, so small and vulnerable that promised there and then – he’d do everything he can to protect his child and give them the best future.

Fushiguro Megumi is a hands-down helicopter dad. The moment you’re able to take your daughter back home, he’s already had the whole house baby proofed. Along with studying for his exams, he’s also switching back and forth to parenting guide books.

You can tell he’s taking his job as a dad very seriously. Megumi doesn’t hesitate to shoot out of the bed in the middle of the night whenever he hears his daughter cry, racing you to her crib while he rocks her back and forth and you prepare her milk. You’re both utterly tired and sleep deprived, your head resting on his shoulder as your baby calms down in his arms. Faintly, you feel him kiss the top of your head, encouraging you to go back to sleep with the assurance he can handle it.

But of course, you’re the stubborn parent, and you drag your boyfriend and daughter back to bed, making sure there was enough space to make her comfortable before falling asleep.

Being a parent – especially with the love of your life – has never felt any more magical.

Of course, it was hard and definitely not a walk in the park, but it was worth it. Every time you came home from school, Megumi would already be there, his daughter babbling nonsensically in his arms while he prepared her meals. At the sounds of the door opening, both of them would run to you, showering you with kisses while you did the same.

Both your families have still refused to accept you back – not that you both minded – but it was getting shameful to keep relying on his relative to provide for your family. Eventually, you and Megumi decided that the other stays to take care of your baby while you work after class.

You’re staggering inside your home like a zombie after a long day, muscles aching from too much work and brain barely functioning due to the lack of sleep. With a long, drawn out sigh, you plop on the couch next to your boyfriend who jolts back awake, still careful not to let his drooling daughter wake up in his arms. Upon seeing it’s just you, Megumi leans over to kiss you on the nose, smelling sweetly of floral detergent powder and baby cologne.

“Welcome home,” he murmurs at your skin, your eyes already fluttering close at the comfort and warmth of home. “Scarlet is fast asleep. She couldn’t wait for you to kiss her goodnight anymore.”

“Don’t be dramatic. Mommy will always come home to the two most precious people in the world,” Now, it’s your turn to kiss Megumi to remind him he’s also doing a great job. You know he’s working just as hard you are, and you honestly don’t think you could do this without him. “Megumi,” you begin, tracing soft circles into his wrist to feel his lulling heartbeat.

“Hmm?”

“Have I ever told you I loved you?”

“I think I know that already,” he smiles romantically at you – even after years, you’re still very much smitten with that smile, and the sight of him and your daughter alone has you relaxing back in your seat.

“Yes, but you need to hear it again,” you tell him, cupping his face into your palms. Megumi sighs as he leans closer into your warmth, his hands patting your daughter’s back to soothe her in her slumber. “You’re such a natural at this – being a father. I’m really lucky I had a family with you. It’s all I ever wanted,” Burying yourself closer into his arms and collecting the both of them into an embrace, you smile into his shoulder, feeling like you’re on cloud nine. “I don’t think life is gonna get better than this, Megs. I’m so happy right now I feel like I could die.”

“Don’t say the d-word around her,” he jokes, the two of you sharing tired and dry laughter. Once the amusement subsides, Megumi’s other hand shifts to squeeze your thigh to get your attention. “Y/N...do you ever think about...making us official?”

“What do you mean?” you mumble sleepily, “How else official could we get? We live together and we have a baby. Soon, we’re going to be employed too and then we can provide better for her and stop relying on Aunt Suki so much,” Megumi nods above you, but his lack of response is worrying that you look up to him, frowning as you see that his face is pulled deep into thought. “We’re already a family, Megs. What’s on your mind?”

“I want to marry you,” he blurts out, “I want to make you mine and mine only – I see a future and a forever with you,” Megumi looks you straight in the eye the whole time. “Marry me, Y/N. Please.”

You’re rendered speechless.

You love him so much, you really do, and nothing about that will change. After spending a lifetime with you, Megumi knows just by looking at your face that there’s a but coming afterward and he clenches his jaw, sadness swirling in his eyes that you have to stop him before his thoughts run off again. “I want that too, Megumi, believe me,” you reassure, brushing his hair back with your fingers; a gesture that always pulled him back to you. “I just don’t want to rush things, you know? We can still barely stand on our own and we have Scarlet to worry about. I think we should focus more on her future than ours.”

Megumi nods, albeit disappointed, though this doesn’t stop him from kissing you straight on the lips before he mutters, “I understand but...think about it, at least?”

“You already know my answer would be yes.”

“Scarlet! I wonder where my little princess is hiding,” Megumi announces from outside your room, your toddler giggling beside you as you both hide behind the closet hand-in-hand. Four years later, you and Megumi are married, and life’s gotten a lot easier – in addition to it being a whole lot more domestic since Megumi takes his husband title just as seriously as being a father. Right now, he’s crawling outside, his voice lowered in an attempt to be scary. “If I find her, she’s going to face the wrath of the tickle monster!”

“Tickle monster!” Scarlet gasps beside you, turning to you with wide eyes. “Mummy, I don’t want tickles!”

“Then we better be quiet so Daddy doesn’t find us!”

With your voice intentionally louder than a whisper, it doesn’t take long before Megumi opens the closet doors, carrying you both effortlessly before dropping you all down onto the bed. “I found you!” You all tickle each other and laugh, your daughter falling into panicked squeals while you chortle at the side. Megumi then hoists Scarlet up before the both of you kiss both sides of her cheeks, sending the giggling child into an utter ticklish mess.

While the two are busy tickling one another, you feign a gasp, clutching at your husband’s bicep.  “Megumi!” your eyes widen, pointing deftly at the kitchen with trembling lips for effect. “Can you please check the oven – I think I left something in there and it might be burning!”

“I don’t smell anything,” is all he says, but runs there anyway. Megumi stands in front of in confusion, Scarlet safely bundled in his arms while her father opens the oven, frowning as he takes the object out and inspects it. “Mittens? But Scarlet is already—” Just then, Megumi’s jaw drops, his grin stretched wide while Scarlet keeps poking at the mittens, trying to make them fit into her slightly larger hands. “No way. Another one?”

“Another candy?”

You laugh at Megumi’s beaming face that matches his daughter’s – the two looking too much alike – but for completely opposite reasons. “We’ll get you all the candies you want, sweetheart,” you swipe a candy from the counter and hand it to your daughter’s grabby hands, pecking Megumi’s cheeks who is still beyond flustered at the announcement. “But yeah we have another one – and it’s a boy!”

[itshoneys]

——the words falling from Max’s lips don’t really register in her panic; not entirely anyway. her main concern is to get out of the elevator and she is struggling to keep herself from slipping into a complete and utter panic. so, she responded nothing in return, and kept pressing the emergency button, but it seemed like it was not being heard and she was losing hope already. “oh, come on!” she exclaimed, slamming the palm of her hand against the panel a couple of times before huffing out in absolute frustration and taking a step back. Breathe, she reminded herself in an effort to calm down once more. she pulled her phone out as she was talking to Max, thinking maybe she had a signal or internet or something to contact someone, when Max responded to her, causing her to momentarily forget of what she was doing and look up to meet her eyes. half-glaring, annoyed.

to feel sorry…for herself? laughable. she would not, she did not; what she had done was not right, it was awful even, but her thinking about it still would not change the fact. “you sure don’t sound over it,” she retorted, annoyance evident in her tone, though laced with a hint of sarcasm, too. “then quit reminding me what I’ve done and how I hurt your feelings, Maxine,” she told her, removing her gaze from her at once and glancing back down at her phone. “because,” she continued, unable to help herself, “you sure don’t sound over it, or me,” a smirk adorned her lips, though sarcastic, almost bearing a mock sense of superiority. “just sit there and don’t talk to me while I try to get us out of here.”

the repetitive clicking of the emergency button was starting to grate on max's nerves. the 'tic, tic, tic' made her grind her teeth together, body tensing as she tried to keep it together. she was hoping that honey would comply with her wish to keep things quiet. it was the only way she could see herself holding back her frustration and annoyance. of course, instead, honey said possibly the last thing max wanted to hear. "oh, not an act, huh? you've been playing innocent since you stepped into the elevator. like i'm the asshole for not wanting to hold the door open for you. but that's fine. if it makes you feel better, you can remain 'perfect honey'. i have done a lot of hard work to stop caring about what you think of me," she hissed.

max almost perked up at the other's words. it was beginning to sound like as much of an apology as she was going to get from honey. it was the bare minimum and did nothing to relax max, but it certainly was better than nothing. until honey's next words came in close behind. 'is this what you want to hear me say?' max could've laughed. she might've even walked away completely if she could've, but instead she just felt tired. "no. i don't want to hear you say anything. i want you to be sorry for you. i may be angry at you while i'm standing here, stuck five steps away from you, but i'm so insanely over you. i've done so much work to get over what you did. there is nothing i want to hear from you."

[starlitangels]

A Bunch of Redacted Incorrect Quotes

Asher: Apparently, ending every conversation with my alpha with, "Yes, my liege," and a deep bow followed by respectful backwards shuffling while avoiding eye contact is considered sarcastic

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Quinn: I've brought you here because I crave the deadliest game

Angel: *nodding sagely* Knife Monopoly

Quinn: Okay, I was going to hunt you for sport but now I'm really interested in whatever Knife Monopoly is.

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Cole: I asked Marie to share her queen-sized blanket, to which she replied that she was a queen and therefore the blanket was already at max capacity

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Milo: Just found out that the grey cat I see all the time in our neighborhood is actually at least 4 separate identical cats. Went outside and they were all just vibin' together. I'm f*^&in losin it.

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Huxley: Q is too high up in the alphabet. I respect it, but it has no place between P and R. Should be at the end with the weirdo goth letters.

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Lasko: Skyrim is a bad game because I can't hug my friends or my spouse. Maybe I want to let the people in my life know I appreciate them dearly even if they just have three lines of base dialogue

Huxley:

Damien:

Gavin:

Freelancer:

Lasko: And before one of you says something like, "Oh why don't you just play Stardew Valley or Animal Crossing or some other game where you get to be nice to people?" please understand that I enjoy hunting the city guards for sport but that doesn't mean that I'm not full of love.

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Angel: Marry someone you want to annoy for the rest of your life.

Davey: -_-

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Sam: Remember what I told you, darlin'. The quickest way to a man's heart is...?

Darlin': Through the third and fourth rib!

Sam: no

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Amanda: Would you punch David in the face for 10 dollars?

Asher: no

Milo: Absolutely not

Ardyn: No. He's my alpha

Christian: All right, yeah, sure, why not?

Angel, fed up with his attitude: I will pay you 10 dollars to let me punch David in the face

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David: I assume you realize I won't tolerate this kind of idiocy

Milo and Asher: Is there another kind of idiocy you would be more comfortable with?

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Freelancer: Huxley, you're a genius!

Huxley: Yeah, I get called that a lot

Damien, disbelieving: What, a genius?

Huxley: No. Huxley.

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David: We need to have a talk about your professionalism.

Asher, standing on a table: Those are some mighty brave words coming from a guy standing in lava.

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Freelancer: We need to talk about—

Damien: The building was already on fire when I got there

Freelancer: What?

Damien: What?

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Babe: It's beautiful out here

Sweetheart: And quiet

Babe: Too quiet

Sweetheart: Did we lose someone?

*cut to Asher and Milo trying to befriend a bear in their wolf forms*

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Asher: David! What are you doing tomorrow?

David: Having my day ruined by whatever you're about to ask me to do

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Asher: We need to get help from adults!

Milo: We are—

Asher: Real adults!

Milo: Understood.

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Freelancer, after messing up an assignment: I am the world's most horrible person. Ever.

Lasko: Don't say that.

Lasko: My mother will be offended.

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David: Who drank all the milk?

Asher, at the kitchen counter, halfway through a second jug: I did!

David: You drank... a gallon and a half of milk? Why?

Asher: To prepare my bones for the skeleton war!

David: Why do I even expect normal answers anymore?

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Lasko: Damien is choking I need to call 911 but the 9 button isn't working!

Gavin: Turn it upside down and use the 6!

Huxley: Genius!

Damien: *stops choking momentarily* Guys what the f—

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Huxley: You're smiling, did something good happen?

Damien: Can't I just smile because I feel like it?

Lasko: Kody fell down the stairs.

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Freelancer: *walks into class a bit late* Sorry I'm late, I was doin' stuff.

Kody, rushing in, noticeably disheveled: They pushed me down the f*&^ing stairs!

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Avior: You're mad

Starlight, sticking their arm up to their elbow into the Meridian Void™: Thank goodness for that because if I wasn't this would probably never work

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Lovely: I've been eating peanut M&Ms in hope that if a cannibal eats me and is allergic to peanuts I can get my revenge

Vincent: What bothers me most is there is an actual chance that would work

[jboofan]

There's something wrong with Manager Kim Part 10

Shy Guy

Yoongi reached out for her and grabbed her wrist as she fell sideways, she wrapped her fingers around his hand as he swiftly up righted her.

"You okay?" Yoongi noticed her smile and laugh, the warmth reaching her eyes.

"Hey, I'm so sorry. I didn't see that guy at all," YN turned around and looked behind her.

"It's fine, long as you're okay," he tried to smile, but stopped as soon as he realised how embarrassed he felt. "Let's go look around."

Yoongi watched YN as he took her to boring places like the medical room, or where the managers sat, where the set team hung out, pointed to the entrance to the stage where they run on and make their hasty costume changes. She followed him diligently as the ended up at the staff café where everyone was eating. He couldn't help but be mildly amused at how she took everything in.

The place was busier than usual, and a lot of the food tonight was seafood based, so lots of crab and oysters today. Eyes turned to them as they walked in, and had she suddenly gone coy he wondered?

YN smiled at people as they smiled back, he was sure he heard one or two people ask each other who she was but he couldn't be sure.

"So yeah this is where we stuff our faces every night," he pointed to a table and chairs a little further to one side before Jimin appeared and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hyung, manager are looking for you."

"YN, you got my passport. I need it."

Her loose hair fell across her face as she dipped her head, opening her expensive handbag and grabbed it for him. 

"Here, you also left your wallet at home," she said as she handed it over and their fingers momentarily overlapped.

How were her hands so small? He'd never had the largest of hands, but here was someone even smaller.

Yoongi went quiet. "Shit, seriously?" he swore under his breath.

"All muscle no brains," she laughed as he grabbed hold of them and so relieved he almost hugged her, his mind embarrassed but his body had already hugged her and she stood there awkwardly.

"Oh my God, if you're wearing baby oil you owe me a new jacket!" she rubbed her hands off on his t-shirt unaware of just how thin a ripped t-shirt he was wearing, especially the realisation that there was nothing on underneath as she inadvertently was able to discipher where all those muscles were hiding.

"Not just skinny anymore am I princess?" he winked as YN tried not to choke on her embarrassment.

"You're such a pig Yoongi."

"Just grab a table, your drink and sit tight till I get back. I gotta go see the office and then I'll take you to your seat." He walked back, watching her.

"All good Hyung, I'll look after her," Hobi told her as the two of them walked off to grab water and the last thing Yoongi heard was him tell her the story of how he nearly fell off the stage the night before and broke his leg.

**

Hobi was hilarious as usual. There were no two ways about it. He had a story to tell about everything and in the short half hour they were sitting with each other he had given her the dummies guide to everyone and anyone backstage.

"So how long have you known each other then?" she asked eventually as she sipped her drink.

"Me? Too long," Hobi and his crescent eyes smiled.

"Is he always so annoying or does he only save that part for me?" she asked as she saw him come back in but stand by the entrance in talks with Jin about something, not noticing her.

"That I think is just for you, you have a way of bringing out the passion in him," he joked.

"Haha, jeez thanks," she smiled.

"But you did a really nice thing for him by getting on a plane to come help him," he surveyed her for a moment when she wasn't looking, "you didn't have to when you hate the guy."

"I don't hate him, hate's a very strong and specific word and he's not quite on my hate list, not just yet.." she joked.

"Well, he's never asked anyone to help him. He's a proud guy, all the guys from Daegu I know are; so he must have been desperate or really trusting to have called you."

"I don't think he had a choice. I'm sure if he did he wouldn't have asked me. If he had someone else he could've asked, he probably would have asked them too. No biggie."

"Well I dunno why he said you're the most irritating woman he's ever met, you're always such a cool chick with us," he grinned.

"He said that to you about me?" YN felt her heart sink. Why did it hurt that he had been saying that to his closest friends about her?

Hobi bit his tongue and looked around. "Shit, YN I didn't mean that it's —"

"It's ok," she gave him a smile, "I think I'm gonna just take a walk Hoseok," getting up before he had the chance to protest.

Yoongi continued to stand tense, arms crossed as the boys joined him.

"What's up?" Jin asked as he followed Yoongi's gaze to YN now standing with the TXT boys. They were laughing, animated and having a good time before they called over the stylists and the next thing he knew she was centre place for Instagram pictures.

"What were you they're gossiping about anyway?" Yoongi looked at Hobi.

"Um? The weather or maybe what they ate for lunch?" he felt bad that he had made YN upset but knew that Yoongi was even more pissed off because he'd spilled the tea to her.

"How come you didn't go the show when we were in town?" Yeonjun asked as they stood in their freshly styled outfits.

"Just busy I guess," she was a bitch but she wasn't going to go out of her way to tell people that the illustrious Min Yoongi forgot his things at home and she was simply the errand boy.

"Hey guys," came a drawn out voice, slow and smooth like butter, a voice able to impregnate women with just a look she was sure. But was a complete shit bag.

"You ready to go to your seat or you wanna stay backstage?" he asked ignoring the fact that he saw Yeonjun out the corner of his eye sipping his water and wanting to speak to her.

"I dunno I could sit back here, I don't mind.."

"You sure? It's your first time, come out front and see the show?"

"Well looks like you've made your mind up," she smiled at the others, "it was lovely meeting you guys. Good luck with your performance later!" 

They waved goodbye as YN thanked him and turned to see him standing too close. Yoongi reached for her bag before taking it off her again, turning her with his massive hand on the small of her back.

"I wanna get you to your seat so you don't miss the preshow. You don't wanna miss anything," he hurried her along, pushing her towards where security were sitting.

"That is not necessary," she argued wih him as she moved away from his hand and walked alongside him. "I'm more than capable of walking unaided."

"Just for once listen to what I'm saying yeah?" he told her in a commanding voice.

"Don't you raise your voice at me!"

Yoongi simply sighed.

"Jeez, you're gonna be the death of me darlin," he said not noticing his Freudian slip even though Jin did and he smiled to Hobi.

"Fine I'll listen. But don't get used to it."

Yoongi smiled, calling over a burly security guy.

"Ok guys this is me. Thanks for showing me around, Jin good luck out there. Yoongi you're a dick, and Hobi thanks for ruining my dinner. I'm gonna go see what you guys actually do now," her interest piqued as she was still trying to figure out how everyone could be so nice backstage but Yoongi was still walking around like a bear with a sore head.

"Are you waiting to come back with us or?" Jin enquired.

"Nah, I won't be staying long. This was a diversion and I got things to do so, I'm gonna go soon. Maybe during the first break. The car's waiting for me."

"You don't need to take the car, I can drop you off to the airport," Yeonjun volunteered.

"Jesus, doesn't give up does he?" Hobi noticed.

"Can we nip this in the bud before Yoongs goes apeshit and kicks his head in before we even get a chance to sing the first note?" Jin asked rolling his shoulders and entering the conversation as Hobi tried to distract Yoongi's attention.

"You're good. I'm gonna head to the airport with the car," YN said looking back at Yeonjun politely.

"You've been backstage half an hour and you've already made friends?" Yoongi quipped.

"What can I say, I'm lovable," she tossed her hair and gave Yoongi a mega watt smile.

"So funny," he smiled back making her scoff at his sarcasm.

"Yeah, well your face is funny." Ignoring him YN waved them as she walked off and disappeared around the corner.

Yeonjun smiled as he walked past them, ready to go to stage.

"Are you two together for real? Cos she could do so much better," he smirked joining up with his members and sliding his jacket on.

**

"You were amazing!" she squealed as soon as she saw her brother backstage after the half time break. Yoongi was up ahead adjusting his audio pack talking to Jimin as they waited for Namjoon to join them.

YN smiled as she walked back with Jin as she figured she'd go and be nice, say goodbye to Yoongi and the boys, and thank him for the ticket.

As she neared she felt a dreadful heavy feeling in her stomach as she heard their conversation.

"Hey, you seen YN yet? Everyone loves her backstage," Tae said.

Yoongi scoffed to himself, "no not yet."

"Maybe you should ask her out. She's definitely got a spark about her," he suggested, "and you guys actually look good together. You should ask her out for real."

"There's no charm about her, there's plenty of pretty girls everywhere, she doesn't tempt me," Yoongi spoke so disapprovingly of her that her face fell, even though he didn't know she was standing right there.

This uncomplimentary remark was overheard by her, the one person he didn't want to hear it, unexpected by her even, and she stood suddenly embarrassed. Shell shocked.

Jim came up to grab her hand to pull her away, but saw that she had tears in her eyes.

"Hey?" He asked comfortingly, as YN brought her finger to her mouth to silence him and they both stood a little away as Yoongi spoke again.

"But Hobi said you thought she was pretty, really good looking even."

"Meh. She's not beautiful enough to tempt me," he said almost proudly, while YN stood feeling deeply offended with him after overhearing this remark.

Jin looked at her and squeezed her hand in support but YN simply shook her head and turned to leave.

"I understood that he was a proud man, but what he said for a man of not many words, he's struck my self esteem with such force I suddenly find it hard to breathe here."

"YNah," called Jin again as she rushed to her car.

"Jinnie, it's fine."

"No it's not. I know that despite what he's saying, that isn't true. You are beautiful and you are so funny, and you are sweet. Worldwide beautiful."

"Too sweet," Hobi panted as he joined them. "If Yoongi can't see that then that's his problem," he tried to get her to smile before she left, but it didn't work.

YN paused a moment, moving aside for an older couple to enter the building.

"You know what, if Min Yoongi can't see a catch right in front of him, then that's his loss. I don't need a boy. I need a man. And he ain't that," she walked off, stopping to face Jin again who had a shocked look on his face again.

"Don't be shocked. Tell Yoongi that it's all off. If he can't value me, let him suffer without me. I need a husband not a man child."

Perplexed she paused as the couple bowed slightly and Jin bowed back fervently, waving YN over.

"Um, YNah, these are um, Yoongi's parents."

YN's eyes grew to the size of saucers as she saw them.

"Chairman we must leave if we are to make the flight," her driver called out.

"Oh God, this is not how I wanted to meet you," her voice hitched as she quickly recomposed herself, walked forward and bowed.

"I'm sorry. My name is YN," she looked at them confidently.

"Yoongi's fiancé?" his mother asked as the father seemed to have lost his voice.

"It's complicated. He makes it complicated," she naively admitted. "Just when I think he's turning into a human, he turns back to an idiot."

His father chuckled, "is that so? Sure sounds like our Yoongi.."

**

YN knew she was going to regret this. Like one of this huge life decisions you look back on when you're old and you still say to yourself "damn you idiot why did you do that?"

The driver looked at her confused.

"Get Mr Kim on the phone, tell him YN is going to be thirty minutes late to the airport and to keep the engine running."

Fifteen minutes to put on the best damn show she could, Oscar winning material and then leg it to the airport in time for her flight. That's if Secretary Kim hadn't blown himself up from the stress he often felt when she didn't listen to him.

YN was thankful she had chosen to splurge on the expensive shampoo that felt like a spa in the Maldives, the way it left her hair feeling so good. It lay straight, but soft and had a light bop to it when she walked.

She was also thankful that she wore minimal make up, and hoped like hell after a day of fierce travelling that she still looked classy. Mr and Mrs Min looked, much like her own parents used to classy.

The butterflies in her stomach seemed like they were dancing some sort of stompy version of Idol. It wasn’t pretty.

**

When Jin saw YN walk back through the door, his jaw dropped.

“I can’t believe you’re going through with this. This is gonna end badly. I can feel it in my waters.”

YN squared her shoulders and stood up to her full height. Not that she was tall at five foot five, but it made her feel better.

“I’m can't not do it bro. If I keep moving without stopping too long to think about it, I can go through with it, so get me in there.”

Jin raised an eyebrow and YN knew she’d owe her brother big time. Like name my child after you big time. The scene about to play out would essentially put Jin and YN's life's on the line.

By getting YN in there, he’d be revealing he had known about the relationship before the others. The boys would understandably be upset, but Jin figured he could play the I'm the eldest card and it might work.

So yeah, YN was going to owe him and then some.

But Jin had told her he was okay with dealing with any backlash as long as it meant she was the winner here, and YN believed him.

“Well, you may be off your rocker, but at least you look good."

"Are you sure Jin, be double sure."

"Course I am," he winked, "God made these shoulders broad, ain't no shit this worldwide handsome can't handle. You better be quick they already reached Yoongi. They’ve only been in there for a minute, though."

“Here goes nothing.”

She took a deep breath and waited for Jin to announce her. With a huge grin on his face, as though born for any drama, and to be in the spotlight when it mattered most, Jin let out a window wiper of a laugh before turning to everyone, and calmly spoke out.

“Yoongi-ah your fiancée is about to leave. Ain't you gonna say bye??”

**

Yoongi stood in their dressing room with his parents and members and wondered how the hell to explain that there was no fiancée. But that technically there was.

Hobi waited, unsure if he should jump in to help him either stall, help him with the lie or help him come clean. But he caught something. It was milliseconds, but Yoongi's real face shone through when his lip involuntarily went up just a fraction as though to smile. YN was good for Yoongi, whether he knew it or not.

Yoongi couldn't believe that he had actually been desperate enough to start dating those women he had in the last year or so. He wasn’t exactly a ruthless player, although the tabloids tried to make it look like he was. Sure, he got around, had a few dates a month and slept with some of them, but those women all seemed shallow and fake to him.

He'd never ever, ever seriously considered a long term relationship let alone a marriage but here he was.

"We came to watch you perform after so long, but we never thought we'd also be meeting your fiancé too," a happy smiling Mrs Min looked around the room.

So there they stood, waiting for an introduction to a fiancée that Yoongi had never mentioned; a fiancée none of the boys had ever set eyes on. Yoongi leaned forward holding onto a chair, took a deep breath and prepared to tell his parents he had failed at the only thing that ever asked of him, and that there was no fiancée.

And to add fuel to the fire, his hyung's voice cut in, and he could swear he heard him say his fiancée was here.

"Uh, yeah," he forced the words out as his mind raced through the possible scenarios. Jin had walked through the door with her, stepped aside and the woman who caused him literal hallucinations, that dark-haired woman swept into the room as if she owned the place. She glided over to him, brushed a light kiss on his cheek, and casually smiled.

The soft scent of some kind of flowery perfume from her threw him off his game.

“Hello, I am YN Bang,” she turned to his parents and bowed more formally.

“I'm so sorry that I didn't get to greet you properly or be able to stay long enough to spend time with you. Yoongi has told me so much about you.”

She took the hand of a very stunned looking Mrs Min and rubbed it lovingly before she turned to Mr Min, whose amusement at seeing his son lost for words, had turned to surprise. YN shook his hand as confidently as she could before stepping back.

"It's wonderful to meet you. I don’t know where Yoongi's been hiding you,” Yoongi's father replied in the same thick dialect as him, but with a huge grin on his face.

Yoongi stood, too paralysed, busy trying to figure out how the hell she had made his mother almost cry and his father laugh. He had never seen his father laugh. Ever.

He turned to look back at YN, as she stood literally doing nothing but walk into the room, as though she belonged there. As though she and Yoongi had the kind of intimate, close relationship that lets a woman waltz into a private family meeting and announce herself rather than wait to be invited and introduced.

It was so crazy it couldn't be real, yet here she stood. And the moment had never felt better, and that scared the shit out of him.

She was exquisite and he couldn't escape her. Yoongi tore his eyes off her and looked back at his parents while she stood chatting with his mother as if it was an action that had been performed countless times before.

Yoongi was sure he couldn't feel his face, and that any minute now he was going to have a stroke. He hadn’t felt so off balance in his life, and he was suddenly realising that his supposed fiancée was talking to him.

"I have to go, I'll catch up with you later?"

His poor simple mind couldn't comprehend anything.

“Uh, please stay. Don't go.”

Yoongi spit the words out through the haze in his head and turned to see his mother smile. No matter what his relationships were with women prior to YN landing in his life, it looked as if Yoongi had just committed himself to a year of marriage with YN.

She wore a tailored blazer, but even in that Yoongi could see her body was fit under it. Her soft gaze made his breath go ragged. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be alone in a room with her if she had this kind of effect on him, but his mouth had a tendency to speak first, and his mind, to think later.

**

"I can't stay, I literally should have left ages ago and if I don't get on that plane I'm done for."

"It's really late, at least stay and then fly back tomorrow once you've rested," he countered.

A short phone call later and she was back in the room, with Jin.

"I can stay in your room," she told him but Hobi jumped in.

"Ah no, sorry Miss. The two Seoks have a whole evening planned and we're roommates tonight."

"Just stay with Yoongi, he never shares his room with anyone."

"Yeah I wonder why," she answered dryly kicking herself for not keeping that to herself.

"Cos my fiancé is staying over, and it will give us a chance to spend some time together. And talk," he told her calmly through gritted teeth.

*

The car ride to the hotel was a long one. Both silent and awkward. As much as she tried to stay awake she couldn't do it.

YN yawned loudly, and Yoongi couldn't stop the small smile from forming as she wriggled to get comfortable. He glanced at her head bopping abruptly from side to side until he gently placed her on his shoulder, and she stilled.

Hobi sniggered as he elbowed Jin to look behind them to see Yoongi give a sheepish smile to her closed eyes, as he sweetly pulled a blanket over her, before closing his own.

"He doesn't like her my ass," Jin looked at him suspiciously. "Let's see how long that lasts."

Hobi looked concerned as he saw the gleeful look on Jin's face.

"Oh no why do you have that look on your face?"

"We are going to bring them together, for real. Whether they like it or not."

"We're not gonna break the law are we?"

"As long as they don't clock on, Yoongi won't go to jail for killing us."

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[iovelore]

❝ MORTAL TALES ❞ ( O1 )

summary and word count: a certain fae can’t help but find amusement in the youngest elfhame’s prince‘s frustration. wc — 1493

pairings: the cruel prince!cardan greenbriar x fem!reader

contents and warnings: jealousy, hinting of threesome, mentions of knife (nothing extreme), suggestive content, mutual pining-ish, fluffy?

a/n: i used tcp cardan because i couldn’t see any context of y/n being used in a fic in the other books (i also need it for the next part </3). i tried my best to include the tail bit since it didn‘t come out right, ill add it in either part 2/3. cardan is a bit ooc (i made him a bit idk how to put it besides: sub?man whore. because i believe that’s what he is 😁). and y/n resembles jude just a little bit with the blade thing, but only a little because jude is neither very flirty or open up about her sexuality (more so in the first book) and that’s what i made y/n like.

also, since this was more in y/n’s perspective, next part will be more so cardans <3

Y/N's legs crossed as she leaned her head on locke's shoulder, while Poppy, a half-faerie: who Locke has shown great interest in— for all the wrong reasons — sat before them and told them of the mortal tales her father would recite to her every night or the ones she gathered on her own from her adventures back where the humans lived.

Y/N found them odd: how they all were almost nothing compared to the people here; they were fragile, but she found similar enjoyment in them all nonetheless — and perhaps she had the eldest duarte to blame for her obsession with all things mortal, and Poppy's tales weren't helping either — which has unfortunately gained her the harsh scowls from the youngest prince of Elfhame.

Though that was no surprise. The boy had never been kind enough for her to realise that his treatment towards her was almost cruel — not that it had mattered, because to Y/N it was a show; she knew where his feelings lay, and it was nothing but amusing. To everyone with eye sight as clear as day, he'd never liked her, but when in class, when he believes her to be ignorant of his stare or his wagging tail; she has a classmate whisper every move his body makes, and it fuelled her heart all too much.

"It's not quite normal there, unlike here, if anyone decided to walk around with it they'd get humiliated till they're six feet under," Poppy snorted, covering her mouth with the back of her palms.

Locke turned to stare behind him, catching sight of the prince and Nicasia — both pouting miserably (one much too obvious than the other), and at that, he smiled. "Oh you’re right, tails are quite odd aren’t they? More so on a prince,"

Y/N shrugged at that, "It's alright, I do think Cardan makes it quite, charming? He’s always wagging it around like some...was it a cat you called it?"

"Yes a cat," Poppy shook her head positively, "though don't say that out loud, I doubt he's as clueless on mortal knowledge as we think he is."

Locke hummed, a smirk growing on his lips as he kept his eyes trained on his friend, Y/N following suite of his gaze and sultry grinning at the boy from afar, ignoring Nicasia — causing his eyes to widen momentarily, before the scowl found home on his face once more.

"He's never quite liked you has he?" His words were soft against her ear, his lips landing gently beneath her ear-lobes, kissing it tenderly as he kept his eyes trained on his flaring friend — who if one squinted, could perhaps see smoke escape his ears, if they ignored the immense swinging of his tail.

Y/N smiled, a small amount of malice lacing her intentions, "hatred I'd say, though he doesn't think I'm that foolish does he?"

Poppy, who now stared at her feet, hands tugging the grass with a blush coating her tanned features, "he's looked like he wanted to murder Locke."

Y/N snickered, a sickeningly sweet one at that, as she lowly muttered, "it’s all working then, sweetness."

Later on, when Y/N was left with no one to keep her company — as Locke found himself adorning Poppy and Nicasia's presence, alone — she took notice of the emptiness of Locke's home. It was beautiful, nothing as extravagant as Hollow Hall, yet she found herself admiring the interior all the same.

And as her hands traced the designs etched on the walls, as if it were a reminiscence of her first time staring upon them, a deep, and rather annoyed cough fleed her from her thoughts.

she stayed in position, her back facing Cardan and only gripping the knife resting on her waist, "now what would the prince need at a time like this? Should he not be in his humble abode by now?"

"Should you not be with your lover boy? Or is it that you enjoy using people like he does?" His tone was hostile as he spat his words, however the light softness that rippled around it was evident and Y/N couldn't help her lips tugging upwards.

She turned around, staring at him — where he leaned cooly against one of the walls — with squinted eyes, faux contempt present in her stare, and he shifted in his spot at her gaze.

She swiftly walked, her steps careful as to not trip on her dress. And when she reached him, she, boldly, placed her hands on his chest, dragging it downwards firmly — and his thumping heart beneath his rib cage could be faintly heard from the short proximity between them.

Y/N titled her head when he clenched his fists, but found a smile etching on her lips when his eyes were lightly fluttering. "Do I really threaten you that much that your hatred towards me is the only thing that keeps you going? It's pathetic truly, especially for a prince."

Cardan gulped, mind hazy at the contact and his body was supported by his tail, that was wrapped roughly around one of his legs. He could not utter the next words without stroking her ego, and it was then he'd wished — though he'd never admit out loud — that he were mortal, because he needed to lie if not keep his mouth shut.

More so with her trapping him, her knees coming forward and slightly spreading his legs, so that the entirety of his body leaned upon the wall. And despite him towering over her due to one of her legs bending in-front of the other, he could not move, catching sight of the shiny blade securely placed on her hips and her rigid grasp on them.

She had been around a certain mortal for too long, he thought, and at that his sneer was present again.

Y/N gently bit her tongue to stifle the giggle from escaping her, "what, cat's got your tongue?"

His lips were tightly sealed, and though he already knew the effects she displayed were affecting him, greatly, he refused to acknowledge her — especially that any movement could cause his legs to move slightly forward and brush . . .

She shook her head with a light hearted laugh that had his heart beating just a little bit faster, just a little bit. Her hands releasing the grip she had on her blade, before placing it on his cheek and patting him smoothly.

"You're quite humorous you know, would be a shame if you wasted all that energy on 'hating' me when it could be used for something else, you decide, my prince." she said, her tone sensual and low, before gradually stepping away allowing room (only a small amount at that) for the boy before her to breathe, she let one of her fingers crawl delicately on his hollow cheek bones, that though looked sharp, were as soft as anything could be.

Cardan's eyes widened ever so slightly, now registering her words, "are you flirting with me?" He asked. The space between them now slightly obvious, and he hated it — almost as much as he pretends to loathe her.

Y/N raised her brows, crossing her arms in an unlikely childish manner before nodding, "you're quite oblivious you know? Yes."

"Well," the confirmation enabled a smirk to appear on his face, only to be dismissed by her voice, again.

"Well? Is that all? Because I have things to do, and if my offer does not interest you then I'll gladly leave and find another willing volunteer," she purred, ignoring the way his brows harshly and quickly furrowed, creating a crease, "how about Locke? We are reasonably close, and he does not have a tail — which looks a bit foolish, don't you think?"

He was blushing crimson now, red sparklings littering his pale cheeks, but then his lips curled up — however, he does not look as frighting as he's expecting to be, he knew that, especially with her knees still resting between his thighs (which is all he's trying to drift his mind from at the moment).

"I don't see anything off with it, I've been told it makes one interesting. You've spent too much time with mortals and those alike." Cardan's jaw clenched and his chest was rising a lot more than it was a few minutes before.

Y/N pursed her lips, "Well then, show me how interesting one can get." She leaned forward, her breath fanning atop his lips and he found his own hitching.

His eyes were wandering from her eyes, which he secretly adored, to her lips, and he subconsciously nodded, leaning forward.

Only then, her hands rested on his chest, pushing him away slightly and his head came in contact with the wall yet again, and he had to bite his bottom lips in hopes that she had no idea how much he’d needed her, all of her.

Y/N stepped backwards, finally standing straight. Her hands on her side once more and she gave the prince an alluring smile, "I'll see you later, cardan."

He glared at the spot she had been standing in once she’d left, and he knew that it was a silly game she’s playing.

And what is a game if it involves one player?

[demon-childe]

Win or Lose | Childe x F!Reader

relationship - Childe x F!Reader rating - E - this is... pretty filthy warnings - spanking, praise kink, degradation kink, dirty talk, vaginal sex, use of c*nt word count : 3.2k ao3 - here notes - this has literally just been known amongst me and my friends as the “childe spanking fic”.... so yup, enjoy

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In one fell swoop, Childe’s successfully pinned you to the ground.

You had gotten distracted when he winked at you during your sparring session (cheap tactic – you think irritably) and then stumbled over your damn feet and before you knew it, he’d swept you to the ground. The laugh he’d let out sent a wave of irritation through you.

When you clamber onto your knees to try and get back up, he drops down next to you, a hand pressing firmly against your back and pressing your face down onto the ground beneath you. You let out a discontented noise, squirming and his other hand moves to your wrists, holding them together behind your back.

“H-hey! Lemme go,” you complain, wriggling. The position you’re in is certainly less than appropriate – face down, ass up - and you squirm uncomfortably.

“I must admit, you do look quite good like this,” Childe says, sounding far too pleased with himself. You can feel your face heat up and send a glare back at him. This isn’t the first time one of your sparring sessions has ended questionably, but the way he teases you still sparks a whirlwind of emotion in you.

“Oh, shut up,” you shoot back, half annoyed and half embarrassed.

Without warning, you’re met with a sharp stinging sensation blossoming across the swell of one ass cheek and you choke out a noise of surprise – he actually just spanked you. Molten heat comes to life in the pit of your gut, fast, too fast, and you grind your teeth irritably.

“Now, now, is that any way to talk to the winner of our little match?”

“You didn’t win-“

You’re interrupted by another slap, your voice breaking off in a shocked gasp. He laughs at you, actually laughs and you feel frustration bubbling in your chest. Squirming, you try to wiggle out of his grasp but he just tightens his grip on your wrists, clicking his tongue in disappointment.

“You could stand to take your loss a little more graciously.”

He spanks you again. The pain makes you arch away from him, your body attempting to curl inwards but then you arch back, pressing your face against the floor, tilting your hips back as your control wanes. Dammit.

“Oh, good girl,” Childe praises and you want to melt away, shame fluttering through you when his words send heat curling in your belly and between your thighs.

“Sadist,” you snarl, and he laughs again. You can feel him shift next to you and you see his shadow move into the corner of your vision. His hot breath fans across your neck and he leans in, lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

“Masochist,” he counters and you huff in response, wriggling.

You yelp in response as a hand collides with your ass again, but this time his touch doesn’t relent. You feel his palm move in slow circles over your abused cheek and you can’t help but let out a small relieved noise, pushing back against the contact.

“Don’t you wanna be good for me?” He inquires and you chew on your cheek nervously, eyes flittering about. “No?”

You’re about to open your mouth to reply when he spanks you again and this time the noise that escapes you is neither shocked nor pained, but a soft whine.

“If you’re good, I’ll give you a nice little reward,” he singsongs, voice a tempting whisper in your ear. “Even though you lost. What do you say, huh?”

His hand slowly slides down the back of your thigh, then back up, fingers tracing a line inward, dangerously close to your center and you can’t help the gasp that escapes you. Nervously, you glance back at him and his blue eyes are trained intently on you, waiting for a response. When you give a shaky nod, he grins dangerously.

“Count,” Childe instructs you simply and before you can say anything, his hand meets your ass. You arch back at him and he grabs one abused cheek roughly before drawing back and spanking you yet again. You mumble. “Reward’s off the table if you don’t count.”

“One,” you say quietly. He does it again and a broken little noise escapes you. “Two.”

“Louder.”

“Two!”

Childe says nothing, but continues his punishment. With each smack, you feel need curl in your belly, your resolve wavering, voice tightening as the sting of the contact turns into something sharper, darker.

You whimper when he yanks your pants down your hips, shoving them to your knees. He takes your underwear with them, leaving your ass bare, and you feel the cool air against the heat of your core. Almost instinctively, you try to squeeze your thighs together to cover yourself and Childe responds to your actions with another slap.

“Should I leave bruises today, girlie?” He asks, almost absentmindedly, his gloved hand caressing and squeezing one abused cheek. A chuckle escapes him as you’re about to reply and you feel him slide a hand between your thighs, pushing them further apart. “Well, would you look at that?”

“You’re dripping,” Childe informs you before you feel a finger slide up your slit and he presses down on your clit a little too hard, earning a cry from you. A shudder overtakes you momentarily and you feel hot and cold in one fell swoop; lust clouds your mind and you can’t help but grind back against the contact. “Oh, look at you. So eager.”

“Childe – please.”

“I did say I would reward you, didn’t I?” He asks, soft but teasing and you whine when he stops touching you. “Good things come to those who wait, right?”

He spanks you again, gloved hand colliding with the tender, abused flesh of your ass and you feel your cunt clench desperately around nothing and all you can think of is how badly you want.

“Ah!”

“Count again.”

You start over.

One.

Two.

Three.

Your head swims, sensation overwhelming you. With each strike, the ache inside you grows and at nine, the pain threatens to overtake your arousal and as if he knows, he pauses.

“One more.”

The last slap makes you cry out, teeth digging into your lower lip as you try and bite back tears. “T-ten.”

You hear Childe hum appreciatively and he skims his gloved fingers softly over your tender skin. You wince for a moment, then relax under his gentle touch.

“What a good girl,” he praises you and you can’t help the desperate little whimper that escapes you. “Are you ready for your reward?”

You nod as well as you can with your face pressed down into the floor and cast a needy look back at the Harbinger. He’s looking at you expectantly, still running one hand over your abused ass. As good as Childe is at hiding his feelings, you can see his pupils blown wide with lust, and it sends a wave of hunger through you.

“Please,” you say. “Please fuck me.”

“Fuck you?” Childe repeats, expression splitting into a dangerous little smirk, one brow arching high. “You already need it that bad, girlie?”

“Childe,” you plead, your voice needy and quiet. You’re not sure you’ve ever wanted someone to take you so badly before – shame is out the window and all you can focus on is how aroused you are and the ache between your thighs.

“Hmm,” he murmurs. “Who am I to deny such an obedient girl her reward?”

His grip on your wrists relents and you bring them forward to brace yourself against the ground, swallowing nervously. You can hear the jingle of his belt as he undoes it and you glance back at him. You watch hungrily as his cock springs free from the confines of his clothes and you can feel your face flush, mouth watering and you suck your lower lip into your mouth.

Childe moves between your calves, knocking one knee against your thighs to spread your legs further and you arch up at him eagerly.

His cock presses against you and a gasp escapes your lips, one hand flying to cover your mouth and trying to stifle the noise. You blink and he’s already grabbed your arm and yanked it back.

“Oh, no,” he says. “You asked for this. Now you’re going to let me hear how much you like it.”

“Childe, I - ah!”

He presses into you without warning, filling you in one thrust and you let out a broken moan. The stretch is divine agony – your walls fluttering around him as your body struggles to adjust – and your breath escapes you when he sheathes himself to the hilt. Childe curses and groans, hands finding your hips and gripping so tightly you can feel his nails digging into you.

“Fuck,” he mutters, easing his hips back and sliding out of you almost completely. You whimper and look back at him.

“Childe…” He grins at you in response.

He thrusts back into you without warning and you cry out, arching back at him as he fills you again. You’re woefully unprepared for the way his cock stretches you – body stuck somewhere between aching and craving – and you whimper pathetically.

There’s no hesitation before Childe sets a rhythm, fucking into you insistently and fully, every thrust leaving you gasping.

“So tight. Such a good girl for me,” he says, interrupting your thoughts and you tighten around him at the praise. He pauses mid-thrust when he feels it, a chuckle escaping his mouth and his hands glide from your hips up your back, fingers dancing over your spine.

“Fuck, d-don’t stop,” you stammer, pushing your hips back against his. “Please.”

“Go ahead,” Childe speaks. “Fuck that pretty little cunt on my cock.”

Your eyes roll back as you start eagerly start pressing backwards against him, using him for your own pleasure. A whimper escapes you, one hand flying between your thighs to attend to your neglected clit. He grunts, a hand coming back to the abused swell of your ass and Childe spanks you again.

“Ah!”

Your pace stutters, hips canting at an angle and your walls clench around his length. He lets out a breathless little laugh when you do and you can feel the blunt edges of his nails dig into your hips.

“I didn’t say stop, girlie.”

If your body wasn’t strung so tightly, maybe you’d be embarrassed, but the way Childe fills you up leaves you stupid – eyes rolling back, a hot shudder going down your spine when you fuck back at him desperately. Your adrenaline is still so high from the sparring session all you can focus on is the pleasure building in your gut and the slick sound of you fucking yourself on his cock.

“Fuck,” the harbinger groans and you can feel him start meeting your thrusts, the pressure of your orgasm mounting higher as he hits deeper, harder, and you whimper. “What a good little slut you are for me.”

He presses back into you insistently now, fingers gripping you so tightly his nails might break skin, and the stinging sensation is lost somewhere in the hazy swirl of heat that coils in your gut.

“Yes – yes – yes, fuck, please, Childe!”

“Maybe next time I’ll fuck you in Foul Legacy form,” Childe pants, keeping his pace steady. “Really fill you up like you want, huh?”

You can’t help but picture it – the visual of him looming over you in his armor, caging you in with ease, claws tearing at your clothes as he splits you in two – and you’re gone. Your climax crashes into you and all you can do is keen, a hand flying over your mouth as your cunt spasms around Childe’s length. Loudly, he laughs.

“Did you just come?” He asks. His voice is cruel, taunting, and you feel a wave of shame wash over you momentarily when he stops fucking you. “How cute. You’re so pathetic.”

Something tightens in your belly at his words and you sob, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. You open your mouth to reply, mind still lost in a haze of pleasure and then he starts fucking you in earnest – giving you no respite after your orgasm. He slams his hips to yours repeatedly, filling you relentlessly and you can feel your limbs going weak from the intensity of sensation he’s subjecting you to.

He changes angles and suddenly you’re too full, thighs shaking with the effort of keeping yourself together. The way he pounds into you has your head so fuzzy you can’t focus on anything but how overwhelming the feeling of him fucking you is, a cry tearing from your lips.

“T-too much, too much, please, fuck!”

“Too much?” He parrots back. “Tell me to stop, then.”

There’s a momentary lull in the pace of his movement and when you whimper helplessly instead, walls fluttering around him, he laughs. It’s cruel and taunting and so good and you moan when he resumes fucking you.

“That’s what I thought. You like when it’s too much, huh?”

He’s close – you think, maybe, but you can’t think straight - but the desperate way he fucks into you and the breathlessness in his taunts certainly makes it seem like his control is unraveling.

“Can you come again for me, girlie?” Childe spurs you on, leaning forward and down against you before snaking a hand between you. Fingers find your swollen, sensitive clit and he draws slick circles around it, eliciting a wail from you at the feeling of sharp, unrelenting pleasure. It’s so much, too much, and your body can’t decide between pain or pleasure, eyes welling with tears as your hips cant back at his and you cry out.

“Please!”

“Fuck,” he groans. “One more for me. One more. Wanna feel you come all over my cock.”

His words push you further to the edge and you blankly register the feeling of his mouth against your shoulder, hot, heavy breaths tickling your skin and then he fucks harder into you, hips colliding with yours and before you know it, you’re crying and begging.

“Close! Ah - ha, close, close, please – Childe!”

Tears cascade down your cheeks and you sob as the tension tightens unbearably in your abdomen. You gasp for breath, your cunt tightening greedily around his dick.

“Come - come for me. Come on. Be a good girl and come for me,” he hisses in your ear, humid breath tickling across your neck. A noise rumbles from his lips, deep and desperate and then you feel his teeth press into your shoulder and you crumble.

Stars burst behind your eyes as Childe pulls another orgasm from you, the tight curl of tension in your belly suddenly releasing, and your mouth opens in a silent scream, nails digging into the ground. You hear him curse loudly from behind you, pace stuttering as he gives you one last, forceful thrust, and somewhere between the immobilizing pleasure, you think you can feel the way his cock throbs, emptying himself inside of you.

It takes a moment for your senses to return to you, heaving deep breaths in the aftershocks of your climax, and when Childe pulls out of you, a whimper escapes you, the feeling of emptiness causing you to tense and tighten around nothing.

“Shit,” you mumble quietly, face stained with tears as you try to hold yourself up on your arms. Behind you, the harbinger grunts and you feel him run a finger up your thigh and to your cunt.

“Look good filled with my cum,” he comments, a little breathless, a little tired, and then swipes a line up your slit, pushing some excess of his seed back into your abused hole. Your hips jerk and you hiss, reaching back to slap his hand away.

“Quit it,” you complain. “Sensitive.”

“Whoops,” he breathes with a small laugh before pressing a quick kiss to your cheek and then he pulls your pants back up your thighs, his attempt at redressing you lazy, underwear sitting skewed across your hips.

Shakily, you push yourself up onto your aching knees, fixing your clothes and you glance back at him. Childe’s still flushed, the pink tinge across his cheeks just starting to taper off, fingers hastily redoing the buttons on his pants and he looks up at you once he does. He flops back onto his ass, propping himself up with one arm.

“C’mere,” he says and before you have a chance to respond, he tugs you into him, back to chest and his arms wrap around you. He nuzzles against your neck and you squirm. “You alright?”

You hum and nod despite the humid warmth radiating between the two of you. “What time is it?”

“Dunno.”

“Think we went past the time I reserved the training room for?” You ask, leaning to the side to look at him. He laughs and then shrugs.

“Maybe,” he says nonchalantly, but then his eyes narrow as he smirks. “Although I did preemptively dole out a punishment for you, after all.”

You hum and look away, sighing and glancing at your hands and the dirt under your nails. “Hm. And what makes you think I’ve learned my lesson?”

There’s a pause before you look at him again, trying to stop yourself from smirking at the surprise in his eyes, and then he laughs, throwing his head back, eyes crinkling closed. Once he stops you watch his mouth curl into a little smirk, head tilting to the side curiously.

“Is that so?” He inquires.

“Maybe.”

His response is to thread fingers through your hair and tug – just gently enough to pull you back and bare your neck to him – and a feeling flickers to life inside of you - warm, content, languid.

“Troublesome girl,” he murmurs, voice tinged with affection and you let a smile tug at your lips. His mouth presses to your cheek in a quick kiss before he lets go of your locks. “Lucky you look so damn good crying for me.”

A knock at the heavy double doors of the room stirs the both of you from your comfortable haze.

“Two minutes,” Childe calls loudly enough for whoever it is to hear before untangling himself from you. Tiredly, you lean on each other to stand and you can’t ignore the pleasant ache that radiates from between your thighs. Once you collect your things, the two of you wander to the exit. There’s four recruits standing at the door looking irritated, but when they see Childe, their expressions change.

“Sorry about the tardiness,” you attempt to offer.

“You’re thirty minutes over,” one of them complains.

“Ah, don’t worry about it – my fault, really,” Childe says before anyone else can interject. “I’ll make sure she’s properly reprimanded. Room’s all yours, recruits.”

They file past you quietly and you swear you hear one of them whispering to another about what kind of “punishment” Tartaglia would possibly dish out. When the door slams shut behind them, you give Childe a look.

“Reprimanded, hm?” You inquire.

“Reprimanded,” he parrots back. “Now how about you go get yourself cleaned up, girlie? We can work out the logistics of a suitable punishment later.”

“When would that be?”

“My office. Tonight. Say nine?” He suggests – and it’s not really a suggestion so much as a demand but you nod anyway.

“Yes, sir,” you acquiesce and you can see his gaze darken just slightly. He waves two fingers at you before turning to wander off and you do the same.

“Oh, and one more thing,” he says from a few feet away and you pause, glancing back at him. He grins dangerously at you over his shoulder, blue eyes flashing.

“Don’t bother wearing any panties.”