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Description: You spend some time debriefing, teaching, and putting up with parents. Pt 12:

“You did what?” Janey yelps, slapping a hand over her mouth as you recount the events of Saturday night.

“I may or may not have been eaten out by Spiderman…and called him by Mr. O’Hara’s name.” You whine, hiding your face in your hands.

“I’ve been there.” Melissa comments, “not with Spiderman though, with my ex-husband.”

Janey’s eyes were wide, and she shook her head in disbelief. “Girl, what? How? What about your boyfriend?”

You close your eyes, groaning as you remember the guilt you felt when you returned to your apartment on shaky legs, passing a still unconscious Todd before you locked yourself in your bedroom and tried to forget what happened on the roof.

“He doesn’t know, obviously, Spiderman is like his favorite hero, it’ll crush him.” You say, dragging your hands down your face.

“I feel like the cheating part will crush him more, but ya know, that’s just me.” Melissa pats your shoulder as she exits the teacher’s lounge. “Keep your chin up kid, he’s not worth the stress anyways.”

You sink down into the couch. “Ugh Janey what do I do? And oh my gosh, how am I even supposed to look Mr. O’Hara in the eye?”

You feel the couch cushions dip, and Janey wraps her arms around you. “It’ll be okay, you just need to figure out your next steps. Let’s just get through today, then worry about what you’re going to tell Todd.”

You nod and return her hug. “Okay, yeah, you’re right, I’ll just focus on teaching, and then I’ll figure the rest out.”

You walk to your classroom, smoothing down your skirt, breathing deeply through your nose as you try to calm yourself.

Todd was gone by the time you woke up on Sunday, and you had taken a relaxing bath, running your fingertips lightly over the strange marks on your thighs. You hadn’t felt any pain that night. Honestly you felt nothing but blinding pleasure, your breathing growing heavier just with the thought of the way his tongue and fingers curled inside you, the way his husky voice deepened as he lapsed into Spanish. You hadn’t felt that good since your first wet dream of Miguel—

“And Spiderman has talons, and fangs! I saw them on the news!” You catch a brief snippet of conversation as you pass an open classroom, and your mind reels, your steps stuttering keeping you by the door.

That’s what those marks are.

“I heard his fangs have venom in them that paralyze anyone he bites.” One of the boys says, excitement clear in his tone. Spiderman is a hero, the city’s hero. He defeated every villain the rose to power until there were none left. Now he spends his time protecting the average civilian, like you…

Paralyze? The thought lingers for a moment, your mind whirling, flashes of images, Spiderman biting into your thigh, your body locking, free for him to play with as he desires. Good girls take cock. Would he fuck you like that? Arrange your limbs as he wished, toy with your body, drawing orgasm after orgasm from you, while you lay pliant beneath him.

It would be so nice to not have to worry about it. To surrender to his hands, to let him fuck away every thought in your mind, leaning over you, his breath on your skin, his deep voice whispering, such a good girl, you take my cock so well, querida.

“Ms. Y/N, I lost my tooth.” Dahlia’s mouth is bleeding, and she’s holding her tooth in her hand proudly.

“Oh, oh my goodness, that’s so exciting, let’s go to the nurse and get it all cleaned up.” You smile at Dahlia, banishing all thoughts of Spiderman from your mind.

Now was not the time to be horny, you had a job to do.

Once you got Dahlia’s tooth situation sorted out, you took her back to the classroom and began to write the date on the board, and the day’s schedule.

It’s not unusual for Dahlia to be here a bit early. You know both her parents work, and you told them it would be fine for them to drop her off early and wait for school to start in your classroom.

Sure, it might mean you can spend less time in the teacher’s lounge before class starts, but you know how tough it is for working parents, and Dahlia is a good kid. She always comes in with some wild story to tell you, or she tries to get a head start on her next assigned reading.

“Ms. Y/N, can I ask you something?” Dahlia’s voice is quiet, not something you’re used to. She’s a confident girl with a quick wit, and no problem making sure she’s heard.

You set down your expo marker and kneel beside her desk. “Of course, sweetheart, you can ask me anything.”

She rubs at her eyes, already beginning to sniffle, and your heart breaks. “I just don’t understand this.” She pulls out yesterday’s math homework, and places it on her desk.

It’s crinkled, filled with scratch and eraser marks, and your heart breaks further when you see the little sad faces she’s drawn instead of answers.

“Oh, honey, that’s okay, math is hard.” You rub her back comfortingly and smooth the paper out. “Why don’t you tell me where you’re having trouble, and we’ll go over it together?”

Dahlia sniffles but nods and begins to point out where she’s getting stuck.

You go through it with her, explaining step by step, breaking it down, so she understands the process.

Soon she gets it, though she still stumbles, sevens are especially hard for her, and you can feel her getting frustrated again. After her third wrong answer, she throws her pencil down and buries her face in her in arms, the butterfly clips in her braids clacking against the desk. “I can’t do it, I’m stupid.”

“No, no, no, you’re not stupid, Dahlia, you are so, so, smart, you’re just having a hard time. It’s okay, Ms. Y/N, is bad at math too.”

She peeks up at you. “Really?”

You smile and fold your arms on her desk before resting your chin on them, so your eyes are level with hers. “Yeah, I had trouble with math the entire time I was in school. I still have trouble with it, but that’s okay because I know I’m smart in other ways, like reading, and history.”

“I like reading.” She mumbles, her small hand catching onto the sleeve of your blouse, seeking wordless comfort.

“And you’re very good at it, I always tell your mom and dad about how well you read, and how you help your classmates when they’re struggling.”

“I like helping.”

“And I think that’s one of the many things that makes you special, so don’t be mean to yourself just because math is a little tough. You’re a very smart girl, you just have to take a bit more time with math, and that’s okay.”

She wipes her nose on her sleeve and nods. “Okay, Ms. Y/N, thank you.”

You squeeze her forearm then stand. “Of course, sweetheart, I’m always here for you.”

It’s six ten, Tommy’s mom is late. You tap your foot against the linoleum, watching the door as you wait for her, stomach churning with nerves.

Todd was blowing up your phone, and you couldn't even stand to look at it, too nervous to even read, so you slide your phone into your desk drawer.

“Ms. Y/N?” A woman’s voice caught your attention, and suddenly who you assumed was Mrs. Tompson was seated before you.

“Mrs. Tompson, yes, hi, thank you so much for coming in.” You stick out your hand for her to shake, but she just looks at it then crosses her arms, leaning back in the chair.

“You said Tommy has been having some issues with the other kids?” She says, her eyes flitting across the board, uninterested.

“Well, actually…he’s been the issue. He’s disruptive, and I know he’s not trying to be bad, or disrespectful, but his actions are aggravating his fellow classmates and I don’t want him to end up driving away his friends.”

She looked at you, her lips pressed into a tight line. “So, what are you going to do about it?”

You blink. “I’m sorry?”

“You’re his teacher, can’t you just force the kids to get along?”

You take a deep breath. “Ma’am I can’t force the kids to get along, they have their own minds and opinions, all I can do is help ease the tension, but everything I’ve tried isn’t working. That’s why I wanted to talk to yo—”

“So, you’re saying this is my fault?” She snaps, sitting up in the chair.

“No, no, I wanted to talk to you so that we could work together and find a solution for Tommy, I really do think that maybe he could benefit from some testing, he’s showing a lot of signs of ADHD, which isn’t a bad thing—”

“My son is not a freak; he doesn’t need testing.” She narrowed her eyes at you, anger seeping into her voice.

“No, he’s not a freak, he’s a good kid, I just think he might need a little extra help, and—” You pull out the pamphlets and hand them to her—“if we work together, I really think he could thrive in class.”

She takes the pamphlets, flipping through them, then she threw them back onto your desk. “Obviously you can’t handle your students, and you just want them drugged up, so you don’t have to do any actual work.”

“Mrs. Tompson, I assure you that is not the case.” You hold up your hands, pacifying.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go, you had done your research, started off calmly, and reiterated that Tommy was a good kid. You just wanted to get him some extra support.

She stands, rolling her eyes, her voice cold. “I’ll be going to the principal about removing Tommy from your class, he doesn’t need to be dragged down by a subpar teacher who obviously doesn’t care about her students.”

“Mrs. Tompson—” You call out to her, but she’s gone, the sound of her heels getting farther and farther away.

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I love you, it's ruining my life | Part III

pairing: Kylian x black!Reader

warnings: some nsfw (?) content

word count: 6.9k

part one, part two

A/N: this one is a bit long 🫠 Thank you to those who read the first two parts, and to those who sent me sweet messages🙏🏾Inbox is open, so please do let me know your thoughts !! <3

III. December 2022

“What are those for?”

Y/N followed Ethan’s inquisitive gaze to the top of her tote bag . She quickly shoved down the bags of candy peeking out, trying to conceal their abundance. She knew she’d packed way too many, but more meant better options, she’d reasoned. Especially since the person they were meant for had the sweet tooth of a 5 year old.

“Oh, you know me, I always have to have snacks on me” She lied.

Ethan looked at her like she was a madman, then shook his head before turning his attention to his phone. They were sitting outside at a luxurious hotel that served as the base camp of the French National Team for the duration of the World Cup. With the final only a few days away, the FFF had organized a “fun day” for the players to unwind with their loved ones. There were bouncy castles and inflatable slides littered around the lawn for children, while the irresistible aroma of barbecue wafted through the air. Kylian was somewhere entertaining his niece and nephew, and was hanging out with his parents as well. Y/N and Ethan, introverts as they were, spent most of their time chilling on the lounge chairs drinking mojitos (Virgin mojitos for Ethan; he’d tried to convince her to let him have a try from her drink but she’d refused).

Y/N was enjoying herself. Truly savoring every moment. A one month-long, all-expenses-paid trip to watch her best friend play in the World Cup? She couldn’t have submitted her PTO request fast enough.

“It’s probably only going to be 2 weeks though” Kylian had said to her half- jokingly when he’d proposed the idea over the phone. He was referring to the “winner's curse”, the jinx that often saw past winners exit the tournament in the group stages. But against all odds, France was once again in the final of the World Cup.

She opened her phone, dismayed to find zero new messages from her boyfriend of 8 months, Lucas. They had met when she moved to Madrid straight after graduating from university. She’d found a job at a small public health non-profit, and Lucas had been one of the few people working there that was her age. They’d quickly struck up a friendship, and he’d immediately asked her out after he left that job a few years later. It was a no-brainer for Y/N to say yes. He was good looking, charming, and made her laugh. Besides, it was well past the time to move on from Kylian.

For his part, Kylian had been ecstatic when she’d returned to Europe. They had grown closer after both of their moves, despite the distance. They facetimed at least once a week, and it sort of became a tradition for Kylian to give her a quick call before games. They’d text regularly too, their conversations meandering from trivial topics to deep confessions. Once, she’d mentioned that she used “Study with me” YouTube videos for her study sessions, as it was a way to keep herself accountable.

“I could do that with you, you don’t need stupid youtube videos” he’d said confidently over the phone.

She’d laughed. “You can’t shut up for 2 minutes if your life depended on it, Ky”

“No, I can” he’d said seriously. “I want to, for you”

And so they’d formed another tradition. They’d sit silently on facetime for hours and hours, Y/N poring over her books and notes, and Kylian in his room alone doing god knows what. He’d check in on her every once in a while, always encouraging. She knew that he had a busy life and few precious hours to himself, so she was grateful that he’d decided to spend that time with her, doing something that had no immediate benefit to him whatsoever.

They’d opened up more about their love lives as well, as they’d promised to each other back in Monaco. She didn’t volunteer any information herself, because it was still a little weird, but she’d answer questions if he probed. It was a lot less easy for Kylian to hide things from her, thanks to his growing fame. She’d only have to scroll through her explore page on Instagram or go through gossip websites to find detailed information about any woman who so much as breathed next to him. He’d continued dating people after the breakup with Sophia, which had happened only a month after her visit in Monaco. But much to her relief, it was never serious with anyone. She’d once seen pictures of him in the stands at the Parc des Princes with a blonde actress, and that old feeling of jealousy had snuck up on her like it had never left. But just two weeks later, Kylian informed her that it was over.

She had mentioned Lucas to him pretty early on in the relationship. Like she expected, he’d made a bad joke out of it. Something about HR needing to be alerted. She’d reminded him, rather annoyed, that Lucas no longer worked at her workplace. He didn’t say anything after that, quickly changing the subject. One day, however, Lucas mentioned something that gave her pause.

“You know something crazy that happened to me today?” He’d laughed. They were lounging on her couch in her apartment, watching a movie. “Kylian Mbappe liked a picture of mine on Instagram, from like 6 years ago”

She’d furrowed her eyebrows. Lucas was a huge football fan, but Y/N still hadn’t mentioned her friendship with Kylian. It had only been a month of them seeing each other, and about 3 days after she’d told Kylian about him.

“Yeah, look” Lucas brought out his phone and showed her a screenshot. Sure enough, Kylian’s username was under a picture of Lucas’ dated December 2016. Lucas was a regular poster on Instagram, so Kylian must have scrolled far back to find that picture. She raised her eyebrows in surprise.

“I know right?” Lucas had said. “Funny thing is, it disappeared just a few seconds after I got the notification. So random.”

She imagined THE Kylian Mbappe in his bed late at night, lurking on Instagram, accidentally liking an old picture and then hurriedly unliking.

“Yeah” she had said, a smile tugging at her lips. “Random”

As Y/N’s thoughts drifted back to the present, she glanced at her phone again. Still empty. After a rocky couple weeks of arguments, Y/N and Lucas decided to go on a break. Lucas had grown distant and less affectionate. He was less present when they spent time together, and was generally making less effort in the relationship. It had been a punch to the gut when he’d forgotten her birthday two weeks ago. She hadn’t said anything; he’d only realized when he saw the huge bouquet of flowers from Kylian sitting on her dining table.

That was also another sore spot in their relationship; Lucas was not at all comfortable with her friendship with Kylian. He hadn’t mentioned it, and she had made a point to tone down the constant texting and calling as soon as they became official, but she could still see it in the way he behaved. The World Cup trip was the tipping point. She couldn’t blame him; Her male best friend, who was one of the most famous footballers in the world, was bankrolling a one month trip for her to watch him play on the world’s biggest stage. It would be a hit to the ego for any man. But frankly, she was tired. She was tired of him, and she wanted time away from him. And so the break began.

She did not miss him, if she was being honest with herself. Yet, she couldn’t help checking her phone to see if he’d reached out. Lucas was the only person she’d been seriously interested in, besides Kylian. Maybe it wasn’t wise to give up on something good over a bad month or so. A tiny, insecure part of her told her she’d never find someone who liked her just as much as Lucas.

“Hi there” A deep voice cut through her thoughts. She looked up to see a very handsome face.

He stood tall in the dark blue tracksuit of the French national team, smiling at her broadly. She recognized him immediately.

“Hi” She responded shyly, having never spoken to Kylian’s national team teammates before.

“Saw you from over there” Aurelien Tchouameni pointed to the mini basketball court, where some other players were shooting hoops. “And you’re really pretty”

Straight to the point, then. Ethan snorted from across the table.

“Uh.. thanks” She said nervously. “I have a boyfriend though”

Aurelien glanced at Ethan, then at her. Realization dawned on his face, and he held up his hands apologetically. “Oh, you’re Y/N! I should’ve realized… So you and Kylian finally got together, huh?”

“W-What?” She blabbered. Ethan was now laughing. “No, we’re not dating. Just friends”

“Oh” Aurelien said, his eyebrows furrowing. “Sorry. It’s just that he always talks about you”

“Really?”

“Yeah, whenever we talk about shows and music and stuff, he’s always like Y/N recommended this, Y/N said that”

“Yeah, he basically stole my entire personality” She deadpanned, trying to feel less awkward.

He laughed, nodding in agreement. “Well, you guys have fun. And sorry about that, I just had to shoot my shot”

He winked and walked away as quickly as he’d appeared.

She turned to Ethan, who was no doubt opening his mouth to tease her. She held up her hand. “Don’t even”

*************

Y/N unloaded the contents of her tote bag on the bed, spilling out every type of candy Kylian had ever enjoyed. She turned to him, smiling proudly. “There you go, Monsieur”

Kylian’s eyes lit up as he grabbed a bag of M&Ms and tore it open. “Thank you” he said with a dimpled grin.

He’d texted her the day before asking her to grab him some candy, and she was happy to oblige. Kylian was the most disciplined person she’d ever met, but everyone deserves a cheat day—especially someone who’d made it to his second World Cup final at 23. She’d waited until they were alone in his room to give him the treats, careful to not be seen by any of the coaching staff.

She leaned back on her chair and opened her phone, once again checking for new messages.

“Stop that” Kylian scolded.

“Stop what?” She asked innocently.

“I know what you’re doing” he said. “I can’t believe you’re the one who’s hung up on him while he’s the asshole. It should be the other way around”

“I’m not hung up on him” She said, flustered. “I’m just…”

“You’re checking your phone every 5 minutes” He cut in. “You deserve someone who gives you their full attention and consideration, you know”

And why can’t that person be you?

The door burst open and Ethan walked in, his eyes immediately landing on all the candy.

“I knew it!” He pointed at her, accusatorial. “I knew it was for him”

She shrugged apologetically.

Ethan happily opened a bag of Haribos, and turned to his brother, a mischievous look on his face. “Did she tell you about Tchouameni?”

“What about him?” Kylian responded absentmindedly, his attention on his phone.

“He hit on her” Ethan said grinning “And then when he found out who she was he said he thought you two were dating”

An idea unfurled in Y/N’s head. “He’s so hot” she said. “Maybe I should ask for his number. Might as well, right? Since Lucas and I are basically done…”

“No” Kylian’s voice rose slightly. “No, don’t do that.”

“Why not?” She asked “You just said I deserve someone who gives me attention. Aurelien seems like the type”

He was fidgeting now, irritation clearly written on his face. “Athletes are assholes, haven’t you heard that before? Also, it would be weird for you to date my teammate”

“Are you saying you’re an asshole?” She asked

“No, but.. Just trust me” He turned his attention back to his phone, clearly uncomfortable.

*************

Y/N wasn’t much of a football fan, but she knew that the match she just witnessed was one of the best ever played. The highs and lows, the split second moments that changed the trajectory of the whole game, the sheer unpredictability of the whole thing. Every single movement made by the players felt like the tipping point. The atmosphere inside the stadium was electric, a living, breathing entity fueled by the passion and excitement of the fans watching. By the time the Argentinian player had kicked the final penalty to seal his country’s win, she was overwhelmed by a deep feeling of sadness. So much so, that she felt tears prick her eyes. She looked down at Kylian, only a small figure from her seat in the stands. His shoulder was slumped, his entire body deflated. He had given his all, and yet he had lost. Teammates and coaching staff alike kept coming up to him to comfort him. She desperately wanted to go over to him, to hold him, but she knew she couldn’t enter the pitch until after the medal ceremony.

She saw him and his teammates retreat into the tunnels just as Messi lifted up the World Cup to the cheer of thousands. She turned to his family and friends, with whom she’d been cheering in elation at Kylian’s equalizing goal just a few minutes ago.

“Go” his father urged her “The only person he’d want to see right now is you”

She didn’t need to be told twice. She weaved her way through the stadium, flashing her VIP access lanyard when met with security, and asking for directions once or twice. She passed through the final set of security before finding herself outside the French team’s locker rooms. She informed the guard outside who she was looking for. He went inside, and moments later, came back out with Kylian.

Her heart nearly shattered at the sight of him. He kept his head down, but she could see his eyes were bloodshot. Without a word, she wrapped him in a tight hug, feeling him shake silently in her embrace. She had never seen Kylian cry before.

“Hey” she murmured softly. “It’s okay”

He buried his face in her shoulder, his breath hitching with each silent sob. Her own tears slipped down her cheeks. He gently let go a few moments later, and they sat down on the floor, leaning against the hallway wall.

“I thought we had it” He said, his voice cracking.

“ I know you did” She said gently, wiping a tear falling down his cheeks. “ You gave your everything. Sometimes it just comes down to luck, Ky. There’s nothing you can do about it” She took his hand and squeezed it reassuringly.

Kylian nodded, but she knew he didn’t believe her. Knowing him, this night would haunt him for a long time.

“Thank you for being here” His voice was steadier now. He leaned his head on her shoulder.

“Always” She whispered.

They sat there for some minutes, watching the hallway slowly become filled with the families of the other players. Her heart warmed at the sight of Griezmann’s daughters comforting their father. Her thumb was slowly caressing the back of Kylian’s hand. Turning slowly, she kissed his forehead. She wondered if they looked like a couple just then, with their hands joined in her lap and her lips on his forehead.

***************

It was 2 days after that disappointing night in Qatar, and two nights since Y/N had been unceremoniously dumped over the phone.

The weight of the defeat had lingered that night, sucking the energy out of everyone. By the time Y/N and the Mbappes returned to the hotel, the atmosphere was thick with sadness and disappointment. She’d gotten the call just as she’d walked into her hotel room. Lucas’ voice had been calm and detached as he’d delivered the news she had dreaded: their relationship was over. The entire conversation was a blur, but there were bits and pieces that stung so much it still echoed in her head. “ I don’t feel that connection anymore” to “I’m clearly second choice here” and “you’ve been lying to yourself all this time”. She’d cried herself to sleep, overwhelmed by a storm of heartache and confusion.

She had planned to go straight to Madrid after the final but decided to hide out with her parents in Paris for a couple days. It was now the 20th, Kylian’s birthday. She hadn’t spoken to him since coming back to Paris, caught up in her own heartbreak, but she’d received an invitation for a birthday dinner via his assistant. It took everything in her to drag herself out of bed and to get ready.

The restaurant was one of the most famous in Paris, and Kylian’s personal favorite. He’d reserved the entire space for his friends and family. It was cozy, with dimmed lights and ambient music blending in with the chatter of the guests. A single long table stretched across the room, dotted with candlelight.

As Y/N made her way through the room, she greeted everyone – Kylian’s parents, his brothers, his closest teammates, his close friends, and other acquaintances. To her embarrassment, she’d been the last guest to arrive. His assistant guided her to the only open seat left, right next to Kylian.

“No one wants to sit next to the birthday boy?” She quipped as she took her place.

“Was saving it for you” He replied. He looked handsome in a blue Dior sweater and black denim jeans. His tan from Qatar was already fading, and he had a small smile playing on his face. They chatted for a bit, asking each other about their respective heartbreaks, before becoming engrossed in the lively conversations surrounding them.

At one point, they caught each other’s eyes. The candlelight was casting strange shadows on his face. She smiled at him, and without thinking, poked at one of his dimples. “I’m really glad you were born, by the way”

“ I know” His eyes sparkled with amusement. His arm was draped casually over the back of her chair, their faces close. He gently tugged at a single braid of her hair with his other hand and murmured, “I like your hair like this. It’s new right?”

It was indeed new. She’d decided to try boho braids for the first time.

You deserve someone who gives you their full attention and consideration, you know.

Someone cleared their throat, and they sprung apart. It was the waitstaff, ready to serve appetizers. They spoke sparingly as they ate. Kylian, the menace that he was, kept reaching for bites from her plate. She elbowed him whenever he did, but she didn’t hesitate to steal from his plate as well.

After everyone had eaten and all the food was cleared, a huge cake with 24 individual candles was brought out. She made sure to take a video of Kylian smiling as everyone sang Joyeux Anniversaire, giggling at how awkward he looked.

“Make a wish first!” Someone called just as he was about to blow out the candles.

He paused, his gaze locking with Y/N’s over her phone screen as he playfully pointed a finger at her. He continued blowing out his candles, never breaking eye contact with her. A chorus of laughter came from the guests at his antics, and Y/N felt her face burn as she put down her phone.

“He’s so down bad for her…” She could hear Tchaga snigger. Another ripple of laughter broke out from the guests at his comment. She wished the ground would open up and swallow her at that moment.

The laughter and celebration gradually tapered off after some time, and Y/N and some other friends were invited by Kylian to his apartment for some drinks. He had training the next day and didn’t want to do some heavy clubbing.

The sound of easy laughter and the clinking of glasses filled Kylian’s apartment. Y/N and Kylian were sitting on the couch in his living room, their bodies close together despite them being the only occupants. They were reminiscing about the time Kylian had tried to convince her to play in a school tournament. There was a rule that the teams had to be mixed, and not a lot of girls wanted to play. He’d begged Y/N to join, and she’d reluctantly accepted on the condition that he’d buy her a teddy bear if they won. They were playing for a plastic trophy that cost 2 euros, yet Kylian treated it like it was life or death. They won, and Y/N got her teddy bear.

“I still have that teddy bear, you know” she said.

“Yeah?”

“Uh-huh. It’s probably my favorite gift I’ve ever received”

He hummed, clearly pleased. She didn’t know when and how, but her leg was slung over his. His hand was on her, his fingers softly tracing lines up and down her calf.

“So, I’m your birthday wish huh?” She knew she wouldn’t be bold enough to say those words any other time, but here they were. The physical proximity was like a promise of something greater happening.

“Yup” He met her eyes confidently, his eyes shining.

“Maybe you should’ve started small though. Like a kiss?” She tried her best to sound flirtatious.

He laughed, “Ok. Let me redo the wish”

He cleared his throat and closed his eyes, a small smile still playing on his lips. He put his palms together as if in prayer and said in a deep, affected voice, “ Dear Universe, for my 24th birthday, I wish to receive a kiss from Y/N”

Without skipping a beat, she leaned in and slanted her lips over his. She could feel his breath hitch, like he hadn’t expected her to do that. It hardly took a second for him to kiss back though. It was slow, sensual. Tender and exploratory. His tongue brushed her lips before slipping inside, and she welcomed him with a soft sigh. The hand that had been on her calf quickly moved to her hips, and his other hand gently cupped her face. Her stomach was a puddle, and she was glad that they were sitting down because she was sure her knees would’ve given out if they were standing. The kiss deepened and went on and on and on, until they had to break away for air. He looked dazed, his lips glistening from her shiny lipgloss.

He quickly put his lips back on her, but Y/N pulled away.

She pressed her lips over his ear and murmured, “You need to tell everyone to leave. Now”

Kylian quickly waved Tchaga over and whispered in his ear urgently. Y/N didn’t feel a trace of shame when Tchaga shot her a knowing, teasing look. She was just happy that he was making quick work of announcing that the party was over and ushering everyone out of Kylian’s apartment.

No sooner had the apartment emptied and the door slammed behind Tchaga that she climbed his lap. She was able to get one sloppy kiss in before Kylian pulled away breathlessly. “We need to get to my room”

And so he hoisted her up and effortlessly walked them all the way up the stairs and into his bedroom. They kissed fiercely as he gently put her down on his bed. Kylian scrambled out of his sweater as she unbuttoned her shirt. He helped her out of her skirt and then her tights.

She rolled over and climbed on top of him, finding him as ready as she was. Lustful brown eyes stared openly at her pale pink underwear. “Do you have?” She asked frantically.

“Yeah, in the drawer”

She leaned sideways, stretching her body to reach the bedside drawer. She found the box pretty easily and grabbed one from it. He was still staring at her hungrily. With shaking hands, she unhooked her bra and took it off.

He kissed her neck, her breasts, her stomach. Her hands caressed his biceps, his chest, his torso. This was years of desire she’d harbored, finally unleashed. His mouth brushed over her lower torso before his fingers deftly removed the last remaining piece of clothing on her body. She unbuckled his belt buckle and removed his jeans and boxers at the same time. His breathing was shallow and rapid as she ripped the foil open and rolled it on him. She lowered herself onto him slowly, and they both gasped.

They were chest to chest, their hearts drumming together. They moved together in a steady rhythm, watching each other, checking in on each other with their eyes. Is this okay? How about this? And this?

She wanted him closer, deeper. It was never enough. They breathed into each other's mouths, tongues meeting sloppily. Breaking apart, their foreheads met. Their eyes said a million little things at once. Time and space had no meaning anymore for Y/N. There was only Kylian.

* **************

It turned out that if you’d wanted something badly for a very long time, and then you finally got that thing, it didn’t necessarily mean that you'll have enough of that thing. Sometimes, it could leave you wanting more and more. Case in point: Y/N.

They woke up midday with bodies hot and sweaty and limbs tangled together in the sheets. They had laid there for an hour or so, kissing languidly. He somehow already knew what she liked, the moves that made her moan and gasp.

“I could do this forever” he’d murmured as his lips softly trailed after hers. But his alarm rang out just then, a stark reminder of real life. They both sighed reluctantly as they pulled away. He had to get up and get ready for his afternoon training.

She laid there, silently watching him get dressed. She was mesmerized by every movement of his beautiful, lean yet muscular body. Her own personal Adonis. It was a wonder she’d been able to keep her hands off him. He caught her looking at him and smirked, winking at her. She just rolled her eyes.

Once he’d gotten ready and packed his bag, he came over to her on the bed and showered her face with affectionate kisses. “I’ll come back in the evening. Feel free to just chill here.” He said between kisses on her forehead, lips, cheeks, chin. “I’ll leave a spare key by the door though”

She nodded happily, giving him one last tender kiss. He stepped out, and she was left to bask in the lingering warmth of his affection. Her mind replayed the memories of the night before, and she felt like the happiest person alive. Now that she got a taste of him, she wanted more of him. As if on cue, her phone pinged with a text.

Ky: I miss you already 🙁

She giggled, quickly typing out a I miss you tooo before getting up and hopping in the shower. It was only when she got out that she realized she didn’t have a change of clothes, and unless she wanted to walk into her parents apartment dressed the same way she’d left it yesterday, she needed to put on something else. She walked into Kylian’s closet and grabbed the nearest T-shirt and sweatpants, as well as some slippers. She quickly snapped a mirror pic after changing and sent it to Kylian, typing heading to my parents for a bit.

The reply was almost instant.

Ky: 😍 😍

Ky: don’t forget to grab stuff you need.

She smiled, loving the implication she’d spend the night again. At her parents, she grabbed Kylian’s gift that she’d forgotten to take with her the night before, as well as a change of clothes. She came back to Kylian’s place and answered work emails and completed other miscellaneous tasks concerning her job.

He was back in the early evening, just as promised. The passion of the night before had faded and the afterglow of the morning had subsided, meaning there was nothing to embolden either of them. Thus, they treaded lightly around each other. Their looks were furtive, their touches tentative. Kylian, the least shy person she’d ever met, had somehow turned uncharacteristically quiet. Yet, they were both undeniably giddy. She could see it in the way he broke into an inexplicable smile whenever he caught her eye during dinner, and in the way she was in the best mood she’d been in for a long time.

This illusion of coyness evaporated as they settled on the couch after dinner, Kylian turning on a tactical video the PSG staff had instructed him to view. The video was on for less than 2 minutes before their focus shifted entirely and they began to make out.

“You’re too distracting,” he said between kisses as she giggled.

“Yeah?”

His lips shifted to her neck. “I think kissing you is my favorite thing to do”

He was biting there, sure to leave a mark.

“Well second favorite” he corrected himself.

She took off her T-shirt and straddled him. He continued, his hands softly gripping her waist “Second place is kissing you. First place is obviously playing football—”

He was momentarily interrupted as she took his own T-shirt off. “—tied with fucking you”

His shit eating grin was the last thing she saw before he flipped her over and sent her sprawling comfortably on the cushions.

***********************

It was unfortunate that they had a game on new year’s eve, but Y/N liked the ambiance at the Parc des Princes. The stadium was buzzing with a special, festive energy for Kylian’s first match after the World Cup final. She was seated in the VIP section along with his parents, brother, and Tchaga and had jumped up and down when Kylian scored the last minute winner. He’d never say it, but she knew he needed that confidence boost.

In the past week, she’d gotten to know a completely different part of him – one her lovesick teenage self could only have dreamed of, and that her more cynical young adult self had never thought she’d experience.

For example, she’d always known that he loved taking care of his loved ones, but she hadn’t spent a single dime during her stay with him. Any purchases she thought of making, he insisted on paying for. He’d even surprised her with a package containing everything from her wishlist after he saw her browsing her favorite store online. His generosity extended to small things like sharing food (which he was notoriously known for disliking), and thoughtful gestures like arranging a work space for her in one of his spare rooms. He endearingly loved using pet names, alternating between “bébé” and “chérie”, and her heart did somersaults when she heard him use those in everyday conversation.

She learned intimate details too, thanks to their newfound physical closeness. The birthmark on his lower back that she loved pressing kisses to. How scratching his head would put him to sleep almost instantly. She learned about his preferences as well; he was most definitely an ass man – it was evident by the way he never passed up a chance to feel her up when they were by themselves. Now, she committed everything she learned to memory, seeing Kylian in hues she never thought existed.

The days after his birthday were perfect to her, it felt like she was living a dream. Lucas and Madrid were so far from her mind that it was as if the break up had happened a year ago. The person she’d been pining after for ages seemingly liked her back. She was at her happiest.

There was one issue that gnawed at her, however. It bothered her that they had never spoken about what they were, or where their relationship was heading. She’d thought that the fact they had slept together was a mutual admission of serious feelings, that they had an unspoken agreement. Yet, the more she thought about it, the more she realized they hadn’t actually talked about it. The first two days or so, she’d been on cloud 9, swept away by the euphoria of it all. But now, as reality set it, it was torturing her.

A buzz of excitement filled the VIP lounge as a small crowd gathered around the entrance. She suspected it was Kylian and his entourage; he’d promised to come up to the lounge after the game. Sure enough, in walked Kylian’s bodyguards, followed closely by the man of the match himself.

He made the rounds first, meeting all the important people in the room, taking pictures and making small talk. He finally made his way to his family and friends. He came to Y/N last, and there was an awkward shuffle when he went in for a peck on the lips as a greeting, and Y/N instinctively aimed for his cheek. They laughed it off, and she gave him the kiss he’d wanted. Ethan let out a loud “ew!”, and Y/N flushed, looking at the ground. So far, none of their family and friends had had visible reactions to the recent developments in their relationship. No one had said anything when they’d shown up holding hands at Kylian's family Christmas party a week ago; it was almost like they expected it, as if they believed this was the natural culmination of Y/N and Kylian’s 10+ years long friendship and not an unexpected turn of events.

“ I have something for you” she murmured after it was just the two of them speaking, indicating a small gift bag she was holding.

He raised his eyebrows. “Oooh. What’s in there?”

“It's your birthday gift” She said as she handed it to him. “I was supposed to bring it to dinner but I forgot. I brought it to your apartment the next day but it slipped my mind again”

“And here I was thinking my gift was the mind blowing sex” He said grinning.

She shoved him playfully, rolling her eyes. As he reached to open the bag, her stomach started fluttering.

Someone slid up to him just then, whispering in his ear.

“ Give me one second, I’ll be back” he said apologetically as he dropped the bag on the nearest table and was whisked away, no doubt to meet some other important person that was there to see him.

She sighed, her shoulders slumping. The gift was a scrapbook she’d made herself, chronicling their long friendship. She’d hoped it would help open up the conversation about their current situation.

“Fancy a drink?”

It was one of the waiters, holding a tray of colorful looking drinks. She graciously took one.

“New here? I’m never seen you in the lounge before”

He seemed polite enough. “Uh, yes. I’m here with…my boyfriend” She tested the word on her lips, her eyes on Kylian across the room.

The waiter followed her gaze and snorted. “He has a girlfriend? I’d sooner believe Macron quit the presidency to be a mime”

He blanched as soon as he realized she was serious. “I- I meant-”

“What?”

He looked at the ground. “He just- I see a different model every other week here. They're almost always his guests”

She opened her mouth, but he beat her to it. “Look, just forget I said anything. It’s not my place.” He looked at her pleadingly. “Please don’t get me fired”

He scurried off before she could say anything.

She glanced at her gift bag, left forgotten on the table. He was now taking pictures with a group of older people. Her eyes started to well up, and she walked out of the room. She kept going until she found herself outside, ordering an Uber. She sent him a text as she got in the car:

Y/N: going home to deal with some stuff, think I’ll spend the night there

She closed her eyes, tears now sliding down her cheeks.

*******************

She barely slept that night, spending hours on her phone looking up the many women Kylian had been linked with. She went through their instagrams, her mind treacherously comparing each one to herself, as if she could measure her worth against their curated, seemingly perfect lives. She came across photos of Kylian on yachts, laughing with bikini-clad blondes. The comments on the photos only twisted the knife deeper – some criticized him as a “playboy” , while others mocked him with a dismissive “typical footballer”. Each photo was like a dagger to her heart.

But it was the final blow that left her breathless: blurry photos of Kylian leaving a club with a girl, taken just a month ago, in November. It was that recent. It all made sense now, why he’d never made an effort to have a serious conversation about their relationship. He liked his current lifestyle, focusing completely on football while indulging in a fleeting series of flings from time to time. She was nothing special, just another name on the long list of women he entertained.

What shattered her the most was that he had no consideration for their friendship, that he could throw it away just like that for some sex. He had traded something she deeply cherished for something else he considered transient, meaningless.

By the time dawn broke and the first light filtered through her curtains, she was resolute. Dragging herself out of bed, she made her way to the kitchen and was shocked to find her parents sitting and laughing with Kylian.

His face brightened as soon as he saw her. “Morning chérie” he greeted, the pet name failing to make her stomach flutter this time.

“Dropped by to check on you” he continued. “You weren’t answering my texts”

It was intentional, of course. Seeing the tired look on her face, her parents moved out of the kitchen to give them privacy. She sat down beside him slowly, and his face twisted into concern.

“Is everything ok?” He went to grab her hand but she snatched it away quickly. She didn’t miss the hurt look on his face.

“I- uh. I’m ok” She didn’t know how to approach the conversation. “Did you finally open my gift?”

"What? Your gi- oh. Yeah. I did” She could clearly see through the lie.

“Kylian” She warned, her tone sharp.

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking guilty. “I’m sorry, I completely forgot. But it still has to be there though, no one will take it”

“What the fuck, Kylian?” her voice rose, frustration spilling over. “You didn’t even take it home with you?”

He frantically reached for his phone. “I’ll call and get someone at the club to look for it. I’ll get it back, I promise”

She snatched the phone out of his hand, her eyes blazing “I spent a lot of time on it. I can’t believe you did that, it's like you don’t even care”

He looked at her earnestly. “You know I care, I care about you a lot”

“Is that what you say to every girl you sleep with?” She couldn’t help it.

“What?” He looked at her incredulously. “ No. This is different. You’ve always been different”

“I find that hard to believe, Kylian” She muttered, her voice quivering.

“Why?” He challenged her, his confusion mingled with frustration. “Why would you think that?”

“Because” her tears spilled over “You’ve been uncommitted forever”

“Well maybe that’s because the one person I would’ve liked to be committed to was in another country, wasting her time on some asshole”

“Then why not now?” She spoke through tears. “I’ve been sleeping in your bed for a while now, Ky.”

“I was trying to give you time” His voice shook. “You broke up with that idiot literally 3 days before we hooked up. I thought you weren’t ready”

He looked at her pleadingly, his eyes desperate.

“I don’t know, Kylian” She laughed bitterly. “you said it yourself, don’t trust athletes”

She saw a tear falling down his cheek, and she was struck by the sight. She never thought the second time she’d see him cry, it would be because of her.

She weighed the possibility of making it work – a long distance relationship, with her in Madrid and him in Paris. They’d see each other infrequently, her being tied to Madrid with work and him to Paris by the relentless demands of football. They’d miss birthdays, anniversaries. She’d never be able to take him to an office Christmas party. Maybe she’d be able to go with him to things that mattered to him, like award ceremonies, but only because his career would take precedence over hers. She’d hear whispers about his potential infidelities, but she wouldn’t say anything. Until the resentment feels so suffocating it bubbles up, and she’d have no choice but to end it. It would happen, whether months away or years down the line. And then they’d have to cut each other off forever. She didn’t want that. She loved him too much. She’d rather have some of him than nothing at all. Perhaps if she ended it now, their friendship could be salvaged.

She couldn’t meet his eyes. “I’m sorry, Kylian. I don’t think… I don’t think we should do this anymore”

They sat there silently for a few seconds. Then she heard a sniffle, and then the sound of his chair scraping as he got up. She heard footsteps retreating, and then the sound of the apartment door open and slam shut. Only then did she let herself fall apart.

Her mother hurried into the room, looking very alarmed. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“Maman” she choked out between sobs. “I need to book a flight back to Madrid”

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Maybe we could

Genre: Non idol au, Hospital au

Pairings: Shy sick sunghoonxchronic illness shy y/n (I clearly don't know how to do this)

Summary: Y/n starts to spend a lot of time in a hospital due to her health and its super lonely until she meets sunghoon and they agree to try their best to live as regular teens.

Warnings: uhh I'm not totally sure but illnesses, thoughts of death, hospitals, depression, mentions of death (probably) Kys joke, sick joke, death joke.

Not proof read 🙈

"WAIT EXCUSE ME?!?!?" you said horrified that he had known this whole time. Before the elevator door closes Gisellse sticks her foot in it to get more answers

"it's okay I know, you've been following me for the past couple of days I should be the one asking questions don't you think?" Sunghoon giggled slightly from seeing your reaction

"I-um I uh don't know what you're talking about sunghoon y-you sound crazy!" No he was right but you tried your best to make it seem like he was lying even though your stutter did not help your case at all.

"Now that I think about it we're were pretty obvious y/n."

"Giselle!!!" You smacked her arm and groaned in response

"It's okay it made my day most of the time! Although I thought you would approach me sooner and it was pretty creepy of you." You could tell he was trying to contain his laugh and once again you groaned in response.

"How long have you known?"

"Uhh I had my suspicion the first two or three days but then the day when I felt like you had been following me extra I turned and you were reading a magazine very intently." You waited for him to finish his sentence but you noticed he thought that was enough of an answer.

"So? That's normal."

"It was upside down y/n"

"Oh!"

"So you know where I'll be tomorrow right?" Asked sunghoon as Giselle finally moved her foot from the elevator.

"Yeah yeah you'll be in the lounge area reading a book" you said while you sarcastically rolled your eyes and let out a sigh. You couldn't believe it he had known for more than half of the time.

"Okay see you tomorrow y/n!" And with that the elevator door closed.

"Great." You muttered you knew you were gonna loose sleep over this for sure it was just to humiliating for it not to.

Gisellse finally broke the awkward embarrassing silence."Well time for you to go back to your room and eat dinner. I can't believe he knew I mean it was obvious and you gotta admit he's a pretty good actor for pretending he didn't know!" And you groaned hiding your face in your hands as your elbows rested on your knees hunched over as Gisellse wheeled you into your room.

"So he has known this entire time?!" Asked Hanni through the phone.

"That's what he said. I mean it was so embarrassing Nini like he has known this whole time ughhhh!" You as answered.

Danielle tried to make you feel better "Well maybe he didn't think much about it he still talked to you and you said you talked for awhile so that must be a good thing right?"

"Nah she totally bombed that he totally thinks she's in love with him and that you're a total creep."

"Go kill yourself Jake." You joked annoyed at his totally realistic scenario (sadly).

"Y/n you're fine he probably thinks that's cute so he probably likes you back." Jay said in the way you knew he had shrugged when he said that.

"Jay I do Nawt like him like that and I hope to goodness he does once again thinks that I like him."

"Nah man she totally likes him no scratch that she loooooves him she practically has hearts in her eyes when she talks about Mr. 'Ice prince'." He said love in a higher pitched voice and ice prince in quotation marks because Jake doesn't know his actual name.

"Jake didn't I already tell you to go kill yourself? Go jump of a very steep rocky cliff or something." You said sarcastically rolling your eyes.

"Yeah yeah you'd probably cry yourself to sleep every night if I ever did that"

"Yeah right." You mumbled

"Okayy but y/n didn't you tell me he's very good looking?" Danielle asked causing you to blush but thankfully your phone camera didn't pick it up.

"Uh yeah I did but that doesn't mean I like him let alone that I'm in love with him" you answered quickly but maybe too quickly. You saying that he was good looking was an understatement because wow. He could easily get a model or idol contract. He was incredibly good looking and still you were not giving him enough credit.

"Yeah she's in love but he probably doesn't like you back cuz your a creep" you had enough of Jake's playful banter so you had to say something besides go kys.

"Will I remind you I was only a creep cuz I'm lonely in this hospital and you guys don't visit me enough? Oh I'm sick and there's a chance I might possibly die." You said jokingly while you faked cough to really sell it.

"I will visit you y/n, but maybe when you're six feet under." Ooh next time you see him in person you would for sure not let him get away with it. You started to fake cry that turned into a sob.

"You're so *sniffle cruel *sniffle jake *fake sob." You said while wiping away fake tears.

"I'm sowy y/niee pwease forgive me I'm saur saur sowwyy." Jake said while giving the camera puppy dogs and doing the uwu pose.

And in return he got multiple Ewws from Danielle and Hanni.

"What the fuck was that." Jay said

"No way!! I got a vid of you doing that Jake!!!!" You said laughing hysterically.

"What do you mean y/n?."

"I started screen recording cuz I had a feeling you would do something hilarious!!" You were still laughing hysterically.

"What oh my gosh y/n you have to send that to me like right now!" Danielle had also started laughing

"Wait send it to me please I need that video y/n!" Hanni said.

"Yeah I'll need it too for blackmailing and stuff."

"what?! You don't need to blackmail me jay we are the bestest of friends my very dear jay!"

You had checked the time when Giselle began to speak "Sorry to interrupt the fun guys but Y/n has to do her routine for bed now." That reminded you about the fact that you were where you were. In the hospital because you're not okay. Some days were so bad you barely could get out of bed but you did (to follow sunghoon). You had found out that something was wrong with your stomach organs (idk if this is very accurate so ignore if it is). It kinda made you down because your friends could go to school, hangout in public places. It's okay you'll get better though right?

"kayy then bye guys call you soon and if you guys don't visit soon I'll murder you all... Im just joking guys but please visit hate to sound like an annoying ex so visit now!." You said giggling.

"Okay bye bye guys- oh wait y/n next time tell us what the guys name is you haven't told me!"you kept forgetting.

"Oops kay remind me then!" You were followed by an okay and multiple byes.

You were in your bed trying to sleep but you couldn't stop thinking about being in here. It wasn't right to be like this when you're supposed to be a normal teen. I mean people your age went out to movies and malls. They disobeyed their parents and snuck out. The idea has always scared you so sneak out you did not, but you missed going to the mall with Hanni and Danielle while you dragged Jake and Jay along with you. You missed when Jake and Jay would in return drag you to watch the latest horror movie even though you don't particularly enjoy them. You missed going to watch jay and Jake play at the basketball games which you hadn't enjoyed but ever since they played you actually realized they were fun. Especially when you guys won wait- 'Oh my gosh' you though. Sunghoon had been here for years! Had he gone to school? Had he been to the mall recently? Watched the latest horror movie? Gone to a high school basketball game? It made you so so sad. He had missed so much of his life he he hadn't gone out. Then you made up your mind. You weren't gonna let this being sick thing control your and sunghoons life. Sunghoon probably hasn't lived as a teenager since ever, seeing from what Giselle had told you about him. So tomorrow you would ask him about what he thinks about this living life to the fullest. Hopefully you wouldn't back out of asking him.

"Heyy Y/n how was your morning?" Sunghoon asked with a very pretty smile. He was just wearing grey sweatpants and a black hoodie. While you wore a white tank top with grey baggy sweats and a light pink zip up hoodie. He sat where you had first seen him. He always sits in the lounge/Food area. You liked this area it's either quiet and the sun shines in through the windows beautifully or it was filled with people interacting with each other. Well it wasn't filled filled but it was enjoyable to see people laughing around. It reminded you of school but without the studying part.

"Hi Sunghoon! My morning was fine I just watched some t.v shows.. How was your morning?"

"Same I slept longer than usual so I didn't do much."

An awkward silence took over. You and Sunghoon were both very very awkward people so you didn't know what to talk to him about. It was a miracle you two talked about whatever yesterday and for a while too, but you realized you two only talked about random things you actually never really got to know him.

"So what got you into ice skating?" You broke the silence but it wasn't the best conversation starter since it would probably be a normal quick answer.

"Oh well when I was a kid I was less social I guess so my parents put me into hockey so I wouldn't be friendless." He lets out a small giggle with made you happy that he was smiling "But I tried figure skating once and I loved it a lot. It felt better because I didn't have like hockey gear, so I asked my parents and they signed me up right away."

"Oh so you had trouble talking to kids too? "

"Yeah don't tell me you did also?"

"I did I was friends with these kids throughout elementary but they just bullied me so I didn't make a lot of friends."

"What about your friends that you told me about?"

"I met them through my Orchestra class. I met my friend Jake and Danielle through my orchestra class, and I met jay and Hanni through them and we've been friends since middle school."

"So does that mean you know how to play an instrument?"

"Yeah I know the violin. So does Jake but Danielle plays Viola."

"That's cool I wished I was in a music class but figure skating took up most of my time at so I didn't really get to go to school. That brings me back to what I was wondering. Why do you want to learn to ice skate?".

"Uhm I don't know? Why wouldn't you want to learn how to skate on ice?" You giggled.

"It seems very fun and like when I see people do it they look so airy if that makes sense which it might not."

"Ohhh I get you. I guess I'm just cool like that knowing how to ice skate and like a pro too. You'll have a great teacher."

"Sure sure" you said rolling your eyes sarcastically.

"Y'know that makes me wonder why do you want to learn how to draw?" You had actually been wondering this for since he asked you about it but you figured he just wanted a hobby to do.

"I just want a hobby to keep me busy during these times. Plus we'll get to know each other better since you'll be the one teaching me right?" You were right about the hobby part, but the part he said after made your heart flutter a little bit. You couldn't believe he actually wanted to be your friend. Which made you wonder another question.

"Also, why didn't you get weirded out? I mean like when I followed you? Like that was pretty creepy dude like that was so so weird."

"Well when you put it like that, that was really really weird. I'm joking but not really. I just figured you were curious about me. I guess I also thought that you wanted to be friends."

"In my defense I was curious about you and I also wanted to be your friend. I just didn't come up with a normal solution to my problem so I thought i'd follow you." You said shrugging

"See I was right! You also need to figure out how to make friends because following people and stalking them is a little crazy" he said laughing as you groaned in embarrassment. Although you were happy he smiled at you. Gosh he was really pretty. Wait you shouldn't think that or your friends will be right.

"Yeah I do need to figure that out" you said sighing.

"So when did you start to draw?"

"Oh I think I've always drawn. Like Ive done it my whole life but I'm not that good to be honest."

"Nah you're just being shy! I saw your drawings last night and they were really good!Like the ones on your wall were so colorful!"

"Thank you!!" You were getting very flustered "I mean I'm okay but Im not very creative... Well actually lately I have been because I've been having weird dreams but i'm very creative."

"You're a very good artist y/n and you are very creative those dreams prove it!!"

"Thank you Sunghoon you're very kind" you were a giggly mess but you tried to hide it.

"Ohh sunghoon I brought my sketchbook and some pencils so if you want to draw?" You had totally forgotten that you did bring your art supplies but sunghoons compliments reminded you.

"I was hoping you did! I'm not good so you're gonna have to give me some pointers cuz I kinda suck"

"I don't believe you I bet you're great at drawing!!"

You gave sunghoon a piece of paper and a pencil. He told you that he was gonna draw a picture he found on Pinterest of a butterfly. 15 minutes later you were proven wrong, he kinda did suck at drawing.

"I told ya y/n.."

"Well yeah I guess you were right .. But Everyone has their skill level and you just need to practice!! Simple as that"

"I suck but with you're help I won't!"

"Okay I'm not sure how I can help you but I'll try my best ?" You were asking yourself that more than anything but it's fine you were going to be able to spend more time with him.

" I bet you're a great teacher!!Anyway whatcha drawing y/n??"

"Hmm?" You looked up at sunghoon once again. You had been so focused on drawing and listening to sunghoon that you drew him AND a penguin. Why a penguin? Maybe it was because they reminded you oddly of sunghoon.

"Oh uhm nothing important just uh..." you shouldn't have drawn him that's too creepy (but following him around the hospital wasn't).

"Just what?"

Maybe the penguin was more acceptable but the drawing of him was a no go, but before you could possibly scribble out his face he took your sketchbook from you.

"Woah."

"I'm sorry I just was to focused on what to draw and I was listening to you talk and I guess I just stared drawing and I kno-"

"Y/n this is really good!! I don't think I've ever had anyone draw me ever before!!! I'm actually really flattered and happy!! You really captured my good looks" Sunghoon said the last part with a cocky smirk.

"You actually like it? That's a relief cuz I thought you were think I'm a total creep once again"

"I could still think that you're a good artist and a creep"

"Whatever sunghoon" rolling your eyes as you said that.

"Wait what's this? A penguin? it's really cute!"

"Oh yeah penguins remind me of you I guess so I drew that subconsciously while I listened to you talk. Its adorable huh?"

"what? No."

"hey what? What do you mean no? "

"I'm not cute or adorable! I'm handsome and manly"

"Sunghoon I hate to break it to you but you're low-key a cutie"

"Nuh uh I'm hot and sexy"

"Yuh huh your cute!" Wait a second you just called him cute, but you didn't mean it like he was cute cute. Well he is but you meant it in like a cute penguin kind of way.

"Nuh uh once again. I'm very very hot."

"Sure bud whatever you say cutie"

"Whatever y/n. You should teach me how to draw a penguin though!!"

You started to teach him about drawing circles to map out your drawing and then continuing to go into detail and stuff. It took him about an hour to get something he liked and something that was acceptable to show you. As he drew he was focused so you guys stopped talking. Letting you start to think about what you were gonna ask him. You were nervous but you didn't know why. It was just a simple question. Okay it was now or never. At least that's what you thought.

"Uhm Sunghoon?"

"hmm?" He was so focused he didn't even look up.

"I was wondering if you miss being a teenager?"

"What do you mean y/n?" He didn't sound annoyed or mad so you continued.

"Well what I mean is do you miss living your life? You don't have to answer me but I haven't been here for very long and I miss it. Well I know I'm gonna be here awhile so I guess it's just fomo."

"oh I get it, I do miss it y/n you don't have to be afraid to ask. Ive been here longer so you can always ask me about stuff like this y/n. " Whew that was a relief.

"But it's not just me being curious. I don't want to just live my so called best years of my life in the hospital." You were worried if it sounded rude to say but it was good to get this off your chest. Ever since you started feeling sick you had missed out on lots of stuff. Ever since you got into the hospital you started to think a lot more about death. Sure it was kinda sad but that's what your brain had always wondered, and now especially since there's a bigger chance of you dying now. You wondered what happened after. Where would you go? Is there anything after? What would happen to your famiily and friends. Would they miss you? Or would they be glad that you weren't a burden anymore. Very sad and morbid thoughts but you couldn't help it. Before you could get lost in thought sunghoon started to talk

"Yeah it makes me gloomy sometimes too but it's okay but not okay if that makes sense"

"Well sunghoon I was thinking that you and me could try our best to live like regular teens? Like I dunno maybe we could go to basketball games, movies, maybe mall trips stuff like that?" You braced yourself for the worst. You were so scared of the rejection even if it was just between friends.

"That's a really great idea y/n! I've always wanted to do all that stuff but I didn't really have friends my age around here but now I do!!"

"I'm really glad you agreed sunghoon! My schools having a home game next week would you wanna go?"

"Yes I do really want to go! Will I be able to meet your friends?"

"Yeah I'll let them know that we're going!"

That was not as bad as you thought. You thought that he was gonna reject you and never speak to you ever again, but once again you over reacted and he wants to be your friend still!!

"Y/n I'm gonna be honest though I'm a little nervous. Ive never gone to a high school game before and ice skating didn't really help my socialness like my parents though it would.."

"It's okay sunghoon, they're super fun and people at my school are going to be nice to you. Especially the girls they'll think you're a model or something. They'll be obsessed."

"Hm? Do you think I'm attractive?"

Uhm no? Yes? What was the right response??

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gurugirl · 2 years

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Harry punishing you for wearing those slutty panties

okay definitely you have to write something about that

OH Okay?! I see now! Lemme do this real fast here. This is gonna be a quick and dirty piece

I WILL STILL POST THE OTHER STEPDAD HARRY IN A BIT - this is just to tide you over...

Warning: Link leads to ask w/NSFW video. Spanking, nasty words, inappropriate relationship between a stepdad and stepdaughter, NOT PROOFREAD WHATSOEVER

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You bend over in front of Harry, hoping to get his attention the moment you mom leaves for work.

Harry's eyes nearly pop out of his head when he sees what you've got on under your skirt, "what is this then? what the fuck is this y/n?" as he drags you over his lap and takes a closer look, "so you like panties that show off your cunt do you?" while he's spanking your ass like you hoped he would. You smile and yelp and kick your legs but he holds you down.

"nuh uh. sit still f'me..." he issues you another harsh smack and then tears your panties further, "there we go, now it's big enough for my cock isn't sweetheart?" Another palm lands down over your bottom, stinging your flesh. Burning the skin. Red. Hot.

But then his fingers find their way into your bottom and your pussy and he's pinching your bottom and fingering your holes and he's moaning because he's so turned on from the sight himself. You feel him stiffen up under you and it's exactly what you wanted.

You turn to look at him with rounded eyes and a soft voice, "Please fuck me daddy?"

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broken-clover · 2 years

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Ok fine I’ve been enabled again so it’s time for the Clover Cringe Corner. GG characters as plushies. Partly based on ones I’ve got in my room

Sol Badguy: Huge Dragon by Jellycat

-Unfortunately not available in red, the one downside

-Huge and adorable, but slightly pointy

-Prefers lounging around

-A luxury few can afford

Ky Kiske: Snuffles Bear by GUND

-Very basic upon first glance, but has been going strong for many years

-Incredibly soft

-Quality over flash

-Dignified yet quaint

May: Jinbeisan Kokujira by San-X/Jellybeet (specifically palm sized but I couldn’t find a good picture)

-Tiny and adorable

-Ocean motifs

-Always cheerful

-(Listen I’ll be honest I tried very hard to not use the minecraft dolphin plushie)

Faust: Webkinz Googles by Ganz

-Silly and peculiar (affectionate)

-Friend-shaped

-Comes in a myriad of forms, including miniature versions of itself

-Has reached sillyguy meme status

Potemkin: Tiny Head Bear by Tiny Headed Kingdom

-Absolute Unit

-Dependable and robust

-Has a solid fanbase

-Might look a little odd at first but an all around cool guy

I can’t remember what the post limit is for pictures (and this by itself took a silly amount of time) but if you have a character you want let me know

#I had one for Nago but I'm not sure if I mean it in terms of it's him or I just want to give it to him #just being a bit silly #guilty gear #sol badguy #ky kiske #may #faust #Potemkin #plushblr #OP back on her bullshit #long post

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sanjoongie · 2 years

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FFF~ Day 18

♡Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Reader (f)

♡Genre: Smut with no plot :)

♡Au: apocalypse, god

♡Word Count: 2,676

♡Warnings: fem dom (m sub), seonghwa is a simp will always be a simp k thanks, Oral (f receiving, hair pulling, praise kink, begging, m and f orgasm

♡Rated: 18+ MDNI

♡Masterlist link~ | Previous Day~ Daddy, JYH | Next Day~ Double Penetration, KYS/KHJ

♡Dedication~@downtoamagicalland & @mejuii the unholy trinity beta team

The world you know does not exist anymore. The human race has been driven underground to escape from the machines that have taken over the world. Their numbers have dwindled, and they are at risk of dying off completely. But there is a solution, or so Park Seonghwa seems to think.

He is the high priest to one of the only religions that humans have clung to: fertility. If only they could breed like they used to! They'd have a fighting chance at getting back to the surface and reclaiming their world. So Seonghwa prays day and night, eyes unfocused and the skin around bruised with the lack of rest. All he wants is to be able to inspire passion back into the lost souls that flock around him.

But you never answer him.

"Oh Goddess of children, Goddess of love, Goddess of passion, I beg you, listen to my prayer!"

Seonghwa is desperate to reach out to you! So he prays the only way he knows… he masturbates to the Goddess. His long robes frame his body as he kneels to the moon. There is a porthole that lets in the moonlight and stars, and it is the only light he lets touch his skin. His hand is wrapped around his cock, jerking up and down, head thrown back in the pleasure of it all.

"Fulfill us! Make us full of your love once again! Allow us the gift of children!" His eyebrows furrowed together in a reverent manner. "Fulfill me! If only you would visit me. I am full of desire. I could be your muse!" His voice is desperate.

Seonghwa can't explain it, but he knows you're always watching him. Sometimes, in the aftermath of his orgasm after he prays, he swears he can feel your touch on his shoulder or your teasing laughter in his ear. He smells vanilla and sex in the air, and then it's gone. But Seonghwa knows in his heart of hearts, as long as he prays to you, and shows you his devotion, one day you will visit him.

Seonghwa, with a great throaty cry, comes upon the tiny patch of grass that grows due to the porthole to the overworld. His seed spurts on the ground, but he wishes it was buried inside of you. He lets his heart pang with disappointment once again that you did not deign him worthy to appear, and he moves to clean himself up after prayer.

~~~

You watched Seonghwa from the basin that acted as your window to the mortal realm. The goddess of wisdom and the goddess of war lounged behind you, eating delicacies no longer of the human realm.

“That poor priest,” the goddess of wisdom clucked her tongue behind you, “All that work, and you still won’t visit him. Not even in a dream!”

You rolled your eyes. “He’s not going to wither away without me.”

“No but he might stop praying to you soon,” The goddess of war said pointedly.

You wrinkled your nose. “It’s different for you.”

“I’ve already visited mine,” the goddess of war waved her hand, “Multiple times, I might add. He says that I inspire him for victory when he fights the machines.”

The goddess of wisdom giggled. “Mine just asks for wisdom, so I tell him I’ll give it to him as long as he makes me come.”

You sighed, “Yeah but yours pray normally. Mine…” Yeah, you still weren’t sure about Seonghwa deciding that the best way to lure you in was to masturbate for you.

The goddess of war put a firm hand on your shoulder. “You know what happens to goddesses that lose their followers.”

You shuddered. If the people stopped believing in you, you would go back to the void, much like it had been before the machine’s had taken over. You did not want that.

“Tomorrow,” you vowed.

The goddess of war and wisdom exchanged a sneaky glance and bet each other whether you actually would visit Seonghwa or not. It was a game for them now.

~~~

Seonghwa prayed to you once again, this time for no reason, eager to rub one out in your name. He had been daydreaming all day of what your form truly was like. You probably had lush thighs, wide hips for childbearing, huge breasts to carry milk--his cock rose at these simple thoughts of you. So when he decided to pray, he let out a loud moan as his hand wrapped around his cock.

“Please, Goddess of Pleasure, please visit me,” He whined, “I would pay homage to you in all the ways you deserve.”

“You seem to be doing fine on your own,” You said sarcastically.

Seonghwa’s eyes flew open, and he could not believe what he was seeing. There you were, the goddess he had dedicated his life to, before him. He let go of himself and reached out to touch the hem of your gown on the floor before him. He snatched back his hand as if he had been burnt because you were no illusion, but flesh and blood before him.

You smirked down at him. “Surprised that I finally showed up?”

Seonghwa shook his head. “No, my goddess, I am grateful that you are here and not merely a projection of yourself.”

“Well, it seems like all the other goddesses are throwing around their favors. I’m sure Hongjoong and Jongho told you about their experiences,” You pursed your mouth to the side in annoyance.

Seonghwa nodded. “They did, but you have been so elusive. I thought perhaps we were unworthy of receiving the gift of children.”

You sighed, sounding exactly like a bored goddess. “We have to give you hope. Otherwise, you might stop praying. It’s a job, but it’s my job nonetheless to inspire you. So here I am.” You threw your arms open wide to underline your sentence.

“I would never give up on you!” Seonghwa insisted, fists clinging to the skirts of your dress now.

You waved off his distress. “Oh please, I’m sure you would have made up another goddess and started praying to her. It’s a habit of you humans.”

Seonghwa rubbed his cheek against your thigh, sighing at the soft material under him, nothing like the dirty and rough fabrics they had now. “You are my one and only, my goddess.”

You lifted his chin to look up at you. "I cannot be. If I give you the gift of fertility, you must spread it amongst your followers."

Seonghwa stood, following your hand obediently. "I don't want to think about anyone else but you right now."

You sighed softly. "Good thing I interrupted your prayer, hmm?"

Seonghwa smiled tenderly and shook his head. "I'm not the high priest for nothing."

You arched an eyebrow at him. "Hopefully, you know better than to lie to a goddess, Seonghwa."

"How many times do you wish to come? I can come for you as little or a lot as you wish. I am yours." Seonghwa bowed his head in subservience.

"Pray to me, Seonghwa." You put a hand on his chest and pushed him back. You lifted your skirts and looked at him expectantly. "I expect a lot from you since you are my high priest."

Seonghwa's eyes sparkled at the idea that you claimed him. He was yours. That made him feel special in of itself. "I will not disappoint, my goddess."

Seonghwa used both of his thumbs to spread your pussy lips and licked your clit. His eyes did not break your gaze as he watched your breath hitch at the feel of the wet appendage on your sex. He circled your clit, flicking it randomly to watch you react with a direct connection. You were extremely responsive and he soon grew addicted to making you gasp as he played with your clit. But this was not a good position for him to pray to you the way he'd like to.

Seonghwa removed his robe and laid it on the floor. "Please, recline on my robe. I cannot offer you fine furnishings but you should not dirty your dress."

You couldn't help but laugh under your breath. Seonghwa really was besotted with you. "My robes cannot be dirtied, Seonghwa. I'm a goddess. But I shall repay you for your thought of kindness."

You gingerly settled onto Seonghwa's robe but removed your dress completely. "Pray to me at my temple, High Priest. And when you're finished, I will bestow upon you the favor of children."

Seonghwa nodded quickly. "Yes, my goddess."

He wrapped his arms around your thighs and began to pleasure you. You had to give him this: he knew what to do with his tongue. He licked at your hole first, like he wanted to taste you first and foremost. He moaned into your cunt when his tongue touched you. He dived in deeper, thrusting his tongue into your hole. You gasped, surprised that it could reach that far inside of you. Seonghwa’s eyes rolled up to watch you. You decided to put on a show, cupping your breasts and tossing your head backwards. Seonghwa, encouraged by your responses, thrusted his tongue into you at a faster pace, his nose brushing your clit now.

You dug your fingers into Seonghwa’s scalp, gripping him sharply and pulling him back. Seonghwa whimpered in the back of his throat. "You're good at this, Seonghwa. A little too good at this," you growled.

Eager pleas quickly fell from Seonghwa’s mouth, pink from lick-fucking your cunt. "Please, my goddess, I've only just started. You taste heavenly and your moans are like music to my ears. Let me please you."

You pushed his face into your pussy and he whined at the smell of you. He pursed his pretty lips to suck on your clit and you groaned. "You know, Seonghwa," You said as you pushed his hair out of his face, "Us goddesses are very territorial. If you do good, I might not want to share you with the rest of humanity. If you make me come hard enough, I might want to keep you all to myself."

Seonghwa’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, as if your words were giving him physical pleasure. His head was squeezed by your thighs and you bucked up into his mouth as he sucked your clit. He licked at like it was a sweet candy that he couldn't get enough of. He was truly dedicated in his worship, of that you were certain.

You were quick to come to your orgasm, hips lifting off the ground as your back arched, and you cried out in ecstasy. Pleasure stroked all your nerves in the right way. "That's it, my little human, give me all your prayers," you murmured into the sex-scent filled air.

Seonghwa sat up, a genuine happy smile picking up his cheeks. His face was covered in your slick, and he made no move to remove it. So you leaned over and licked it off his skin. He moaned when you kissed him, the taste of yourself in his tongue still. When you broke the kiss, Seonghwa’s eyes were blown out with desire.

"You seem both nothing and everything like I imagined," He whispered fervently.

Your eyes zeroed in on the cock that was straining out of his pants and colored yourself impressed. That was quite the impression he was giving. Seonghwa smiled, proud of your attention to him. "That's also the other reason they made me the high priest. Surely you blessed me with such a long tongue and long cock. I was made to pleasure a woman."

You shook your head. "No, Seonghwa, you were made to pleasure a goddess."

Seonghwa removed his baggy pants, letting them drop to the floor and neatly stepped out of them. There wasn't an imperfection on him. He was the perfect candidate to be your high priest. Along with those big brown eyes that seemed to shine with the stars in them, he was made to be yours.

"I am ready for your gift, My Goddess."

You laid back on your side now. You coyly smirked over your shoulder. "Come and get it then."

Seonghwa straddled your leg against the ground and then curled your other leg around his side. When he pushed inside of you, he panted as each inch slipped inside of you. His eyes were screwed shut in concentration.

"Something wrong?" You goaded him.

"So…warm…so…tight…so…wet…" Seonghwa was clearly fighting with how well your pussy was sucking him in.

"Can you handle it, Seonghwa?" You continued to tease him.

"I can I can I can," he chanted.

"You sure?" He couldn't see, but you were biting down on your lip as he bottomed out.

His eyes flew open at the tiny threat that you would take your pussy away from him. "I can," he said with more conviction.

"Show me, Hwa," You encouraged him. He waved his body against yours. "That's it, show me what you can do for me, my High Priest."

His fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs as he fucked into you. He whined at the feel of you around him. "So good, so good, I've wanted this for so long, it's so good."

"Gonna fuck me good, Seonghwa? You gonna make me come before you do?"

Seonghwa’s eyebrows furrowed. "Please."

You laughed under your breath, switching positions to straddle him. You took over, putting Seonghwa out of his misery. You rode his cock, eager to chase your own pleasure. You grabbed his hands and placed them on your breasts, encouraging him to squeeze and enjoy your body.

"Goddess," he hissed.

"You don't need to ask for me, Seonghwa, I'm right here," you smiled.

"Please, bless me with the gift of your orgasm. Take whatever you want from me, I am yours, completely, utterly, forever."

You pulled him upwards, hand curling around the nape of his neck. "I give this gift to you, Seonghwa, High Priest of Fertility. I give you the gift of the orgasm of a goddess so you may spread the wealth amongst your people."

You worked your hips against his, slotting your lips over his, until you came loudly and gutterly. You fed the blessing of a goddess into him, and then Seonghwa came. His eyes rolled into the the back of his head, and he moaned so deliciously you decided it was your new favorite sound.

"Such a good priests for me, little human," You praised him, "You did so good for me."

Seonghwa panted against your mouth, the small puffs of air hitting your bruised lips from the kiss. "Did…I?"

You fondly kissed his forehead. "Perfectly."

You separated from his body and Seonghwa collapsed on the ground. "I just…wanna be… perfect for… you."

You smiled to yourself. He was cute for a human. "You are free to pass my gift to your followers. I hold you to no possession. Humans need a chance for hope for the future."

"Thank you, my Goddess." Seonghwa calmed his heart down, a happy smile on his face. Then he realized what you had said. "Wait!" He sat back up, eyes wide, but you were already gone.

Seonghwa raked his hand through his hair in frustration. He would do as instructed; he would spread his seed to his followers so that there would be children. But he would spend every night praying to you, hoping and wishing for the chance to be between your thighs once again.

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srorgana1 · 1 year

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Into The Reverb (Kylo Ren/Reader)

Chapter Thirty Three

Kylo moans, biting his bottom lip as his hands grip your supple thighs that are wrapped around him. You feel so perfect around him as he thrusts up, causing you to gasp. “Fuck baby…” he moans, loving the echo your sounds make in the shower. Grabbing your face, he kisses you fiercely. “I missed you…” he whispers as his lips trace your jaw. “I missed you to Ky” your beautiful voice moans back. Your short fingernails dig into his shoulders.

You yell out his name as he changes his pace, his hips slamming up into yours. He can feel your pussy clinching and fluttering around him. “Fuck yes baby, Y/N, you feel so good…” he says, burying his face in your shoulder. “Kylo!” you yell as his teeth sink into your shoulder. He shuts his eyes, enjoying the feeling of you writhing around him. “Kylo, Kylo…”

“Kylo!” a voice yells, making him jump. He opens his eyes, his vision blurry as his dream of pleasure slowly fades away. He looks around confused. His cock twitches painfully. “Kylo! C’mon man” the voice says again. He finally looks up to see Ushar standing over him, scowling. Fuck, he groans, putting an arm over his eyes.

“Ky, c’mon wake up. We are going to get breakfast. You coming or do you want me to grab you something?” Ushar said, annoyed. “Just get me whatever” Kylo grumbled. “Fine” he hears Usher say as he walks away.

Hearing the door close, his grabs his aching cock, hissing on contact. His dream felt so real. He swore he could feel you, smell you. He groans as his hand moves faster along his length. He was plenty lubed from his dream, but it still didn’t feel right.

It needs to be your hand, your mouth, your pussy… He growls out your name as a bolt of pleasure rips down his spine as he cums all over his hand and abdomen. He breathes raggedly, twitching randomly as he runs his hand over his new nipple piercings. He didn’t realize how much he would like the extra stimulation until now.

Shutting his eyes, he tries to replay last night. Right, yesterday was a recovery and travel day. He had laid low for most of the day, playing around on his guitar, texting you, and razzing Vic with the rest of the guys. He smirks at the memory of Vic bitching as they dragged him along when they went out after the show in Toronto. Vic ended up getting a tattoo on the back of his neck while he and a couple others got piercings.

He stretches, his back popping in multiple spots. Wiping off his hand and groin off with his discarded boxers, he grabs his phone off the charger. There are multiple texts awaiting him. Jesus fuck Kylo are you still asleep!? If you are not up by the time we are back I’m jumping on you! Said the most recent one from Poe.

He shook his head, moving on to the next text. He smiles when he sees it’s you. Good morning handsome. Good luck tonight <3 text me when you can. His heart swells at the thought of his sweet girl checking in.

He knows the separation has been hard on you. You had broken down one night, crying about how you couldn’t sleep without him next to you and how you felt so alone. It broke his heart. He stayed on the phone with you until you fell asleep that night. It’s happened a couple times since then too, both souls sated by simply hearing the other’s soft breaths.

His phone pings with a reminder for tonight’s show. They had arrived in Rochester sometime during the night. He stretches again, knowing he won’t be alone for much longer. He sends you a quick good morning text before getting up and heading to the shower.

He hears the guys tumble into the bus as he exits. Pulling on some gym clothes, he enters the lounge and turns on the Keurig. “Morning sleepyhead, you ready for today?” Trudgen says, slapping his shoulder. “Born ready” he responds smiling. “Good, I can’t wait to show ya’ll my hometown and then melt some faces!” Trudgen yells, pumping his fists in the air.

Kylo smiles into his espresso, happy for his bandmate. Trudgen said earlier he had not been back in five years and was looking forward to meeting up with loved ones after the show. Must be nice, he thinks. Besides you, the band and a couple of friends, he wouldn’t really have anybody. He severed those toxic ties long ago. He sighed and shook his head, willing those thoughts away. He sits down next to Poe on the bench, grabbing a couple grapes from the bowl. “So, what’s the plan?” he asks.

“Well whenever everyone is ready” Poe says side-eying him “sound check, then lunch and down time until 7pm when you all need to check in.” He nods, swigging the rest of his espresso down. Sounds standard for show night.

“Sykes and a couple guys from KYBER and Ashes said they are up to chill as well” Vic says, his fingers flying across his tablet. “Sweet, let them know I’m heading the lunch party” Trudgen says, cracking open a RedBull. “Sounds good” Kylo says, standing up “give me a couple minutes and we can leave.”

Sound check went smoothly as normal, except for Cardo’s annoying ass recording him play. Apparently for a specific TikTok thing. He had just rolled his eyes and continued playing. After everyone was happy with how they sounded, they took pictures and signed some autographs for the stagehands and techs. They were the true magicians of events like this. As Kylo waited for the others, he watched them walk the cat walks overhead.

Trudgen brought them to a local barbeque place, and true to his word, the brisket and smoked wings were the shit. Coming back with a second portion, he smirked seeing Vic looking longingly down the table. He had seen Vic eye the new Ashes of Jedha drummer before. He is young, maybe only in his early twenties but full of grit and passion for music. He impressed everyone during one of their first sound checks, performing a blistering rendition of Tommy Lee’s Kick Start My Heart.

Maybe something good will come of this, Kylo thinks digging into his apple crisp. He had decided long ago not to get involved with his bandmates’ relationships. If he is asked for his opinion, he will give it but he doesn’t want to interfere. He just hopes whatever is happening between Vic and this guy turns out well for him.

After lunch, they load back into the SUV and head back to the concert venue. This is when most days the team splits ways. For some, pre-show down time is getting high and taking a nap or whatever. To others like Kylo, it’s finding something active to do. Some concert venues had gyms set up in them or had an athletic facility nearby. Hux had secured facilities for them in cities that didn’t have gyms included in the building, citing security concerns.

Grabbing his ear buds, he looked around the gym space. Perfect. He looked at Ushar and Trudgen, nodding his head towards the treadmills. They had a routine and today was Friday, so Lower Body/HIIT Cardio. Getting on the treadmill, he hits play. The pounding drumbeat hits his ears as he begins to run, only focusing on the beat and his breathing.

Halfway through his set of leg presses, his phone starts ringing. Stilling for a second, he answers. “What?” he grunts out, starting again. “On my way, no one else wanted to fucking answer” he hears Baze grumble. Kylo laughs at his surliness.

“Okay, I’ll tell them” he says, finishing his last rep. “Thanks brother” Baze says, hanging up. Kylo sits up, wiping his face with his t-shirt. His leg muscles quiver from the exertion. Standing up slowly, he stretches them out on his way to collect his mates before Baze gets there.

Entering the venue though the back entrance, everything was set up for them as always. Showering again, he joins the others in the dressing room as KYBER were finishing their set. It always pumped Kylo up to be able to hear the crowd and the other bands’ play while they got ready. He loved the feel of the energy as the show went on, getting higher and higher as it got closer to their set.

Brushing his drying hair from his face, he sits down on the wrap around couch, rubbing his hands on his black jeans. He is still thankful for the simple stage outfits they had decided on. He legit feels bad for the Ashes of Jehda guys who were playing in suits. It looks cool but would be too damn hot. He grabs water off the table and chugs it. He has a little over an hour before He faces Rochester.

His phone buzzes in his pocket. Grabbing it, his heart leaps at an incoming FaceTime from you. Accepting the call, he smiles broadly at the sight of your beautiful face. You look perturbed, eyebrows furrowed. “Ky? Kylo you there?” you say, anxiety clear in your voice. “I’m here baby, can you hear me?” he says, unsure about what is happening. “Oh, ok good, sorry my phone did an update and is being weird” you say, blowing out a breath. He smiles fondly at you.

“No need to apologize baby girl” he says, holding his phone at a better angle. “I’m not interrupting, am I?” you say, now looking around. He’s not sure what you are doing but it’s adorable. “No, you’re fine. Just backstage waiting.” “Y/N!” Vic yells, hopping over the couch, landing next to him. “Hey Vic!” you say, your beautiful smile back on your face. “How are you? Did you get my message?” Vic says, fixing his shirt.

As Vic and you chat, his heart warms at the thought of you forging your own friendships with his bandmates. He looks around, watching the controlled chaos around him. Baze and Hux are bickering as always. Kurak and Cardo are laughing like fools about something. The show photographer taking pre-show pictures of Ushar preparing. This is what he was put on this earth to do, and he feels blessed he found people in this world to do it with.

“Kylo? I’m gonna let you both go. Good luck but I know you will do great as always” you say, your eyes smiling at him. “Thanks baby girl, I will rock it out just for you” he says, loving the way your cheeks warm. “Call me after when you can Ky, I have something for you” you say.

Oh? His eyebrows raise in interest. He feels Vic elbow him in his side. “Will do baby girl, I love you” he says, side-eying Vic as he wiggles his eyebrows. “Love you too” you say sweetly, ending the call.

“Can you stop” Kylo says, as Vic makes obnoxious kissy noises. “What? You two are cavity inducing” he replies as Baze walks up to the couch, signaling them to follow. It’s show time. They are led out of the dressing room, down the corridor.

He can hear Sykes let out a fry scream as the crowd reacts. The stagehands and techs swarm them, placing sound packs and instruments. Kylo puts in a headphone, checking for interference as he plays a few chords. It’s perfect.

The crowd is jacked, singing along with Sykes to every song. “Thank you all so much” he says, “whose ready for the Knights of Ren?!” The crowd screams in unison. “Fuck yeah!” Sykes yells, transitioning into their final song. Backstage, Kylo shuts his eyes, taking in a deep breath before Horizons joins them backstage. He focuses on the sounds around him. People running back and forth, the electronic drone from the machines around them. It’s centering.

As the guys from Horizons come backstage, they exchange pleasantries. Sykes, shirtless and sweaty, slaps both Kylo and Vic on the back as he hops around. He smirks at his friend, congratulating him on a kick ass show. He’s pulled into a couple photos for both band’s social media. Then he hears in my headphones the words he has been waiting for all fucking day. It’s time.

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