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TOO LOST IN YOU - part V
Paige Bueckers x bartender!oc
playlist, part I, part II, part III, part IV
Warnings: toxic!p, language, sexual themes, themes of cheating etc
Wordcount: 5.8k
A/N: WE ARE BACK! no smut in this one sorry ik you love it but i think this a bit of a turning point in the fic :) again pls send me feedback and live reactions! it's the best part of writing this series ANYWAY GO READ ty for everything you guys do
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Weâre both sweaty, my skin sticking to hers as we try and catch our breaths - that fourth round had really done us in. If it hadnât been for me, Iâm sure the blonde next to me wouldâve gone for fifth. That damn athleteâs stamina. This had become a daily routine the past week, ever since our sleepover.
âYou stayinâ over, right?â Paige asks, hand in my hair brushing through it gently. I consider it, the idea of falling asleep in her arms, getting to wake up being held tight by her warming me, but in the back of my mind thereâs something gnawing at me. Iâm pretty sure I had something to do tonight. Oh right. Jay. Shit.
Clumsily climbing out of bed and pulling on my clothes with urgency makes Paige let out a confused chuckle as she sits up, watching me closely. âDamn ma, chill, you can go if you want.â
âNo, I just-â I mumble through my red knitted sweater, pulling it over my head. âI was supposed to see Jay.â In fact Jay had insisted we celebrate because itâs been exactly a month since we started seeing each other. I didnât really get it. Maybe if we were actually dating, and even then just after one month felt⊠Excessive to me. But she had insisted.
Paige goes uncharacteristically quiet for a moment, a hint of something unfamiliar on her face as I pull up my flared yoga pants. I check myself in the mirror, mascara smudged over undereyes, lipstick all over my face and my perfectly styled blowout matted at the back - I looked completely fucked out. The hickey on my collarbone, and the smell of Paigeâs cologne on my clothes didnât help my case.
âPaigeee!â I groan at the reflection staring back at me, scrunching my face as I force my long brown locks into a high ponytail, but the blonde sitting behind me on her purple comforter remains quiet, eyes low and face stoic. Itâs so unlike her I turn around, tightening my pony as I watch her concerned. âP?â
She finally lifts her gaze from the corner of her room to meet my face, smiling weakly. I could tell something was off, and it made my stomach stir. Before I can ask Paige leans her head against the wall behind her, looking to the ceiling and taking a deep breath.
âYou sure you canât stay?â
It sounds vulnerable, almost pleading if I didnât know better. For a moment I waver, but instead I brush it off, turning back to the mirror and fixing my makeup while Paige watches on the bed.
âNah, she wanted to celebrate our one month⊠Something,â I murmur, reapplying the maroon lipstick.
A deep sigh from Paige fills the room as she fidgets with her hands before bringing them up to her jaw, rubbing it.
âWhy are you with her?â
âHuh?â I ask, turning to her but she wonât meet my gaze.
âYou heard me, why are you with her?â
Iâm baffled, astonished by the question. A blush rising to my cheeks I suddenly feel defensive for some reason - mostly because there was no good reason. Jay was nice enough and I liked her company. Sometimes. But at least I knew for certain she would never do what Paige had done to me in the past. Never.
âBecause sheâs good to me! Howâs that any of your business anyway?â my voice rises as I ask, my arms crossing but Paige is quick to get up and walk over to me, pulling me into a hug.
âIâm sorry! Iâm sorry, you right,â she quickly lets out, rubbing up and down my back and the anger immediately subsides. âStupid question, sorry.â She sounds almost scared. I had never heard her sound like that. Trying to understand what it meant made my mind turn to mush so I focus on the way she kisses my forehead and holds my face, our eyes meeting.
âThursday then? After my game?â Paige suggests, now kissing my neck, making me forget all about who was waiting for me. My eyes flutter shut as I hum, trying to answer.
âI canât,â I murmur, Paigeâs lips doing their best work as her teeth nibble my earlobe making me hiss. âMe and Jay are gonna come watch you play,â I admit breathlessly, making her pull away from me.
âSeriously?â She asks, brows furrowed in annoyance. I shrug, unsure why she was so upset.
âIâve been begginâ for you to come see me play and nothinâ? But for JustineâŠ?â
âItâs her birthday! I promised Iâd do what she wanted!â I argue, my voice rising the tiniest bit once more.
Paige looks at the ground and shakes her head frustrated, breathing heavy through her mouth. I couldnât help but feel a little bad, I never in a million years thought she cared this much about me seeing her play. I didnât even care about going with Jay. Honestly, I just wanted to see Paige in her element. I loved listening to her talk about ball, the way her eyes sparkled with knowledge and passion. She might be a piece of shit and an asshole but I really admired her resilience and ambition. If Paige was anything it was incredibly focused and dedicated. Sometimes to her own fault, I thought.
âBesides I bet Claire or-â
âClara.â
âRight, Clara, will be there to watch you play!â Her name tastes sour in my mouth.
âI donâ care about her, want you watchinâ me!â
âWell I will be watchinâ you!â
âWith Justine!â Paige groans with a roll of her eyes, her hands waving around as she speaks. I watch her bewildered when it hits me. Sheâs jealous. Paige Bueckers is jealous.
âYouâre jealous?â slips from my mouth with a confused scoff, making Paige freeze. She looks at me for a moment, debating, then shaking her head.
âNo. I just- I donâ wanna talk about it, I donât wanna fight,â she sighs, rubbing the bridge of her nose with her fingers. Thereâs a hint of defeat in her voice which makes me waver. My annoyance and confusion slip away as I watch the way her blue eyes soften.Â
âLetâs not fight Val, please.â
âOkay,â I hum and let her pull me into a hug. As her nose buries into my hair, for a second I think sheâs smelling it, inhaling carefully - but I must be mistaken. She had never done that before.
âP I gotta go,â I murmur against her chest, not wanting to but knowing Jay was growing more and more suspicious as time passed. Frankly, we still werenât exclusive so none of this was technically cheating. Still, I hadnât told her. I had convinced myself that eventually I would. I just donât know when.
âIâll walk you,â she whispers, making me chuckle.
âYeah that wouldnât be sus at all huh?â
Paige grins, looking down at me. âJust tell her weâre fucking around.â
With a furrow of my brows I shake my head. âNah.â
âWhy?â
âBecause.â
Paige is smirking smugly now, staring into me. âOh because then youâd have to tell her how I fuck you better than she do?â
I blush and roll my eyes. I wasnât about to admit she was right.
Pushing her off me, I grab my bag from the floor and give her one last glance. She reaches her hand to my jaw and holds it, pressing a tender kiss to my lips making my heart flutter for a second.
âText me when youâre there ma,â she murmurs against my lips before letting go and opening her door for me.
âI will.â
Waving bye to Jana and Allie too who Iâd become friendly with this last week, I walk out of the dorm into the chilly evening, February still forcing me to wear my white puffer jacket. I wrap it around me tightly as I hurry towards Jayâs dorm, trying not to think myself to the grave over Paigeâs behaviour - loving, caring, a different Paige than I knew last fall. I almost wish she was the same as she used to be, the careless player who didnât let me sleep over or get to know her roommates. Because now I had what I had always wanted from her. Except it wasnât a dream come true. It was terrifying. My heart wanted to give in, to let myself feel. But I was horrified of what she could do again, how she might hurt me this time.
Iâm still in my thoughts when I reach Jayâs door, knocking on it urgently. Before I can even lower my hand, she opens the door, a frown on her face.
âYouâre late.â she says, letting me in nevertheless. The room is lit with candles, homemade dinner gone cold on the plates and a bouquet of flowers in a vase - my heart sinks. Not because I missed out on what Jay had planned, but because I didnât want this. Not from her. I felt like a piece of shit for thinking that this was way too much. But itâs true.Â
âFuck Jay, Iâm so sorry. I got caught up at Tedâs. I didnât know a Tuesday night would be this busy,â I chuckle trying to lighten the mood, seeing a teddy bear with a big red bowtie sitting on the couch, giving me the creeps.
âWhatever Val,â she sighs, clearing the plates away. I watch, not sure what to say.
âYour roommates, where-â
Jay turns to me, tears in her eyes. âI paid them both to be out tonight, to make tonight special. But you didnât even come.â
âIâm here now!â I say, walking over and grabbing her hands. I never knew what to do when someone cried, I wasnât the consoling type, I was the advice type. My friends didnât come to me to be comforted, they came to me to know what to do next. I always had a plan. But this was way out of my comfort zone. I hated when girls cried because of me.
âLook, Iâm sorry, it was so busy. I didnât even realise I was late,â I lie, looking straight into her blue eyes. Itâs hard, I donât like it, but the words slip from my lips more easily than I thought.Â
Jay pouts and nods, wiping the tears from her eyes. âItâs not your fault just⊠next time call.â Her voice is weak. I really felt like an asshole. I had to end it with Paige, I knew I did. I just simply couldnât. My heart didnât let me for some reason.
âOkay, Iâm sorry Jay. Câmere.â I pull her into a kiss, but it feels wrong, icky almost. She kisses me back though, her hands wrapping around my waist. I catch a whiff of Paigeâs cologne on my sweater.
âLetâs order pizza, okay?â I ask against her lips, not wanting to open my eyes and face reality, the tugging of my heartstrings. I felt like I was being ripped apart, stuck between crossroads. I could feel myself falling for Paige. I knew it by the way my heart ached when we said goodbye, the way my eyes were constantly looking for her in a crowd. I was falling for her, yes. But the moment I admitted that the fear would come roaring in, like a tide, ready to bury everything underneath it. She had so many tools to hurt me, so many that she was unaware of. God if she knew how I felt Iâm sure Iâd never heard from her again. It would ruin everything. Being with Jay was good, secure, the right thing to do. Even if I didnât feel half as much for her, my heart didnât flutter for her - at least she couldnât break it either.
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Be you. Be great.
I watch the text from my dad flash on my screen, sitting in front of my cubby, legs bouncing nervously. I already knew weâd win today - we werenât playing anyone special. An attitude Geno would surely smack the back of my head for, but itâs simply true. It wasnât the upcoming game making my finger tap nervously against the back of my phone, it was the text I had typed out, my finger hovering over the send button, making my stomach flutter.
Miss u Val
âYo warmups!â KK snaps me out of my trance, my finger accidentally pressing down on the send button. Shit. Now Valerie was gonna know I miss her.Â
Sure it had only been a couple days since she was last in my arms, but being away from her made my heart ache. Usually the more I saw a girl the less I wanted to see her. Valerie, however, seemed to have the opposite effect. I couldnât get enough. Guess it had something to do with the âfeelingsâ I had for her.
âShit you scared me,â I chuckle, my cheeks turning red as I hide the screen which KK does not miss. She grins at me, elbowing my shoulder teasingly.
âYou texting Valerie?â
âYooo,â I roll my eyes but donât deny it, a sly smile forming on my face. Raising my brows and scratching the back of my head I look at the shorter girl standing in front of me. âSheâs cominâ to watch tonight.â
âOh forreal?â
âWith Justine,â I scoff, standing up to join KK in heading in for the warmups, my jersey on, hidden underneath the warmup clothes. She snorts and shakes her head.
âCrazy work to name a child that,â She laughs.
Nodding, I snort a little. âThatâs what Iâm sayinâ like.â I might joke, but Justine was the one getting to bring Valerie to a game. Not me. I would take a stupid name like that too if it meant I got to do that.
âYou jealous?â KK asks, noticing the way my teeth grind together. I quickly shake my head, not very convincingly, but flexing a little to make up for it. âNah, Iâm the ultimate rizzler remember? Nothinâ to worry âbout.â
Truthfully? I was a little worried. Taking a deep breath I try to push that feeling away as we enter the court, the seats slowly filling as the crowd makes their way in.
âBro just tell her how you feel,â KK murmurs as we both stretch, watching some of the girls running around the court.
Her words make me scoff, how naive. âItâs not that simple,â my voice is stern. No one seemed to understand the pressure I was under, not even my best friend. To even suggest something like that felt insane. I couldnât tell Valerie. Not with a natty on the line, not with all this pressure.Â
Besides, what then? She feels the same and we date? Iâd make a shit girlfriend, I know it. I was too selfish, an asshole. I wasnât girlfriend material. Not for anyone as special, as precious as my Valerie. All she did was complicate things. Even now, my head was spinning with the thought of her. As if I donât have to be at my best, have my head in the game in like an hour. God, I need to get a grip. Maybe I deserved to lose today. I was unfocused, a disappointment.
âGirl youâre an idiot,â KK sighs as we jog up and down the court. My eyes are immediately looking over the student section when her golden brown hair glimmers in the light like a beacon just for me to find her. Sheâs sitting in the third row, legs crossed in a mini denim skirt, much too short for the weather outside. An oversized black sweater reveals her left shoulder and collarbone, the mark I had left visible to everyone. Bold. I suppose Jay must have thought it was her doing. Boy if she knew. Part of me wanted everyone to know sheâs mine. Only she wasnât.
Itâs not just Valerieâs hair, but the gold dangling on her wrist as she brushes her hair back, the rings decorating her fingers and the earrings contrasting against her dark locks that make the whole place shimmer, all because of her. I simply canât look away. My twisted fantasies of having some sort of ownership over the brunette is quickly interrupted when Justineâs hand wraps around her shoulders and I notice the blonde girl, kissing Valerieâs cheek. My Valerieâs. I nearly trip over my feet, making KK laugh out loud - her laughter echoing around the court, taunting me.
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âGuys what the hell is wrong with you, we should be up by 20 at this point against a school like this? That was the worst offense Iâve seen in my who-â
Genoâs scolding is ear-piercing as I sit in the dressing room next to the other girls, my elbows leaving red marks on my thighs as I lean against them and wipe the sweat dripping down my neck. My chest heaves as Geno takes turns chewing off each of us, dreading for my own turn.
We were only leading by four pathetic points, and had to struggle even for that. It was all my fault, I already knew. I didnât need Geno or anyone to tell me that. I was unfocused, making bad decisions, causing turnovers - I even missed a free throw for the sole reason that just moments before I had seen Jayâs lips pressing into Valerieâs. God, just the thought was making me feel sick.
âPaige,â Genoâs stern voice snaps me out of it, my eyes lifting to meet his. But all he does is shake his head, and itâs even worse than him yelling at me. I wanted him to cuss me out, anything else. âYou know,â he simply says and I nod. I did know.
At least now I had the confirmation of everything I had suspected all along. A girl was nothing but a disturbance, a hitch in my plans. I canât believe I had let myself do this, get distracted because of some girl. A classic fool. And I was about to make a fool out of my whole team too.
Once Geno leaves and gives us some time before the third quarter, I check my phone, my repentant thoughts quickly subsiding when I see the texts.
i miss you too p
fuck you look hot in that jersey
okay biceps you looking swole? when have you had time to hit the gym that much
wish i could come spend the night
My heart flutters, all of it is flattering sure. But itâs the first and last message that get me to take deep breaths. She misses me. She wants to spend the night with me. The weight on my chest eases up.
U should come over after
i canât
promised jay
Fuck JustineÂ
Just come up w sumn
you really miss me that bad?
So fucking bad baby
Going to tedâs after the game
ok iâll figure something out
Something about the texting and the adrenaline from the game made me bolder, more honest.
Valerie?
yeah?
U look gorgous
Gorjes
gorgeous?
Shut up itâs hard to spell :(
student athlete who
Gotta go warm up
paige?
Yeah?
go kill em
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Itâs hard to miss the moment the Huskies walk in, all in a big group in their navy blue Uconn trackies laughing and hyping up the blonde in the middle, whose face is scrunched up as she tells them to chill. I knew Paige well enough that she didnât mean any of that, she loved the limelight.
All of the second half of the game Paige had been glowing on the court, completely unguardable, the star I always knew she was. With her help the Huskies had won with a 20 point lead despite the rough first half. I couldâve watched her forever. Every shot, every pass, every block had me on my toes, and I swear I was always the first one to jump to my feet to cheer for her. I forgot about the crowd, even Jay next to me. On the court it might as well just have been Paige Bueckers, I wouldnât have noticed the difference.
âBabe, tell Alex Iâm right!â Jay interrupts my thoughts, forcing my eyes to snap from Paige to her sitting around a table with some of her friends, a red partyhat on her head for the birthday celebration.
I blink stupidly, having missed the whole conversation.
âShots for everyone!!â I hear Paige yell behind me, forcing a crooked smile to grow on my face.
âUh sorry I couldnât hear you,â I admit, glancing over my shoulder hoping the tall blonde would notice me eyeing her. She was too busy leaning over the bar, clearly eager for the drinks.
Jay giggles and presses a wet kiss on my forehead. âYouâre so cute,â she murmurs. I nearly vomit.Â
Suddenly claustrophobic from her closeness, I brush Jayâs hand away. âI need another drink.â
âBut you still have some-â
I quickly down the rest of my vodka soda, before standing up and taking quick steps in my boots towards the group of really, really tall girls surrounding Paige, flutters in my stomach growing with each step.
âValerie!â KK is the first to notice me and wrap an arm around me. The sound of my name makes Paigeâs head snap towards my direction, the smile on her face only growing wider when she sees me. Without thinking and before I can stop her, Paige is wrapping her hands around my waist and spinning me in the air, giggling, her head on my shoulder.
âOh my God put me down!â My command is not cogent, the chuckles making me less convincing. Paige obeys anyway and lets me go, both of us glancing towards the table where Jay is sitting, still immersed in conversation with her friends. Feeling bold, Paigeâs hand rapidly slides down my back to my ass, groping it harshly before letting go. The fact that Jay could see only makes me want her to do it again. Maybe I should see a therapist.
âVal I know youâre not working but can you make the Shirleys pleaaaase,â the blonde in front of me begs, her pleading blue eyes almost getting to me. âTheyâre fire.â
âNo! Iâm a free woman tonight!â I proclaim, leaning my elbows against the bar. Paige does the same, her side pressing into mine sending jolts all over me.Â
âFine, whatchu drinkinâ ma?â she asks. âVodka soda?â
âWith crush-â
âCrushed lime, I know.â
Paige orders the drink, paying for it without making it a big deal in any way. I always found her smoothness so incredibly sexy. Right now as she stood there, elbows on the bar, chewing on her bottom lip, shower fresh and beaming from the win, I swear I had never felt so attracted to her. It wasnât just pure lust, but something else too. Something more.
âThat third quarter,â I start, the praise immediately causing a smirk to grow on the blondeâs face.
âYeah? You watched me?â she asks, already knowing the answer.
I smile too, looking down to my feet. âYou were born to do that.â
When our eyes meet again thereâs a hint of something vulnerable and genuine in Paigeâs expression. All the other noise seems to quiet down, leaving us in our own bubble, just us two. It bursts quickly when I feel a hand wrap around my waist. I know who it is before I even look, evident by the pure annoyance on Paigeâs face.
âHey babe are you fangirling over here?â She jokes, kissing my cheek. I pull away a little but Jayâs a few too many drinks in to notice.
Paige quickly smiles and shakes her head, sipping her drink. âNah, I was. She makes the best dirty Shirley around, trust.â
I stare into her blue eyes, secretly enjoying this little game we were playing. Tiptoeing the line between strangers and something more.
âYeah she insisted on getting me a drink for all the times sheâs been yelling into my ear to play Drake,â I tease back, my mind immediately going to the many nights Paige had made her way behind the bar, one time even getting on her knees on the disgusting, sticky floor and begging me to let her play a few songs. From the smirk on her face, I know Paige is thinking the same.
Jayâs eyebrows shoot up watching us, clearly surprised. âHm. No one told me you two know each other that well.â
âI mean we donât, I just know she works here,â Paige quickly corrects, her brows furrowing as she points to me. âYour nameâs uh⊠Vivien?â
âValerie.â
Paige and me both smirk a little, Jay missing it completely.Â
âRiiight sorry,â Paige grins, sipping her drink and turning to the blonde next to me. âSick hat.â Sheâs being sarcastic.
âThanks man, itâs my birthday,â Jay answers, a little flustered at the attention she was getting from the girl in front of us.
âDamn, happy birthday,â Paige says politely, patting Jayâs shoulder in a manner only I knew was condescending.Â
Excusing herself, Paige leaves me and the blonde girl by the bar, every cell in my body screaming to follow her.
âPaige Bueckers just wished me happy birthday,â Jay says in awe.
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The girl whose waist Iâm holding, kissing my neck might as well not exist - I barely notice her. My stare is locked on Valerie and Justine, giggling and dancing in the corner of the packed bar. They look happy.Â
A pang of guilt washes over me momentarily. Hereâs Justine who, yeah sure is short, but really seems to like Valerie, takes good care of her. And maybe Valerie would learn to be happy with her if I just let her. The nauseating images of them adopting a dog together, getting married, raising children and growing old with each other flash through my mind. Itâs enough to cause a tremble in my lower lip, my eyes welling up. The ache in my chest was trying to tell me something I wasnât ready to admit.
âCan we go back to yours?â Clara hums, her teeth nibbling on my earlobe when a single tear rolls down my right cheek. I quickly wipe it off, my eyes finally turning to the girl next to me. To my relief sheâs too busy trying to turn me on to notice my red eyes.
âNot now Clara,â I murmur, my voice barely audible over the music and chatter.
The girlâs face scrunches up in annoyance as I push her off me, gently but with a firm hand.
âWhatâs your problem? Youâve been like this all night, itâs like Iâm not even here.â
âNot now.â I rub the bridge of my nose, closing my eyes and trying to take calming breaths.
âIf you donât want me he-â
âI donât want you here Clara, I didnât even ask you to come.â
Thereâs a moment of heavy silence between us, the girl next to me staring at me with wide eyes, hurt written all over her face. I wasnât strong enough to fight how I felt anymore. It was time to face my feelings, even if it scared me.
âThis is over, okay?â I admit, my gaze meeting Claraâs. She blinks at me slowly, processing. I feel like I should say something, explain myself. But nothing I could say would make it better so I stay quiet.
In silence, I watch Clara hop down from the bar stool and look at me one more time.
âMy friends were right about you.â
With that she leaves Tedâs and relief washes over me. I grab my phone, and type out a text.
Iâm sorry but I canât see u anymore, just got too much going on
I copy and paste it, sending the words to each girl on my roster, not bothering to wait for any responses before deleting their numbers. Zoe, Jenny, Sofia, all gone. It was almost exhilarating, the way my body worked before my brain could catch up. Glancing to the opposite corner of the bar I finally catch Valerieâs eye. I nod my head towards the bathrooms before heading in myself. Sheâs quick to follow, leaving Justine behind. It was time to be brave, the kind of person who deserved Valerie.
The bathrooms are tiny, both of us making the space more cramped when I let Valerie in, locking the door behind us. Before she can say anything, her big brown eyes blinking at me, Iâm kissing her. Not with any other agenda except aching to feel her lips on mine. My left hand cups her face, right hand holding her body close to me by her waist. Hungry for more, my tongue slips between her lips.
âPaigeâŠâ Valerieâs voice is soft against my lips, her breathing heavy as her hands hold my hips.Â
âShh,â I hum, my hands gently brushing through her hair as my kisses turn from hungry to loving, our lips slowing down in their dance. After a while we both pull away breathless, our foreheads resting against one another. Before my brain catches up, the words spill from my mouth.
âLeave her.â
Valerieâs brown eyes widen as she leans her head back to look at me.
âI- huh?âÂ
I swallow, thinking about doubling down for an instant. No. This needs to be it. Be brave Paige.
âJustine. Leave her.â Thereâs a hint of anxiety in my trembling voice, but the way I stare at the brunette girl in front of me lets her know Iâm serious. Her expression is hard to read, the cramped space muffling the sounds of the world outside. In this moment itâs just us. Frankly, I had no idea what I was doing. I might really screw us up now. Lose her forever. But I didnât have any fight left in me. It was bound to happen.
âWhy?â she asks, her dark brows furrowing a little.
I scoff lightly, taking her hands in mine.
âWhy? You know why.â
From the way Valerie blinks at me confirms that she did know - this wasnât just sleeping around anymore, this had gone beyond. We both knew.
My thumbs smooth over the soft skin of her petite hands, the red polish decorating her nails, the chunky gold rings cool against my fingertips. I was trying to be patient, giving her time to process. But the pounding in my chest was making me lightheaded, the anxiety making my cheeks turn red. I felt vulnerable, exposed, terrified. Yet, I donât speak or hurry her.
âNo, stop it.â
Before I realise whatâs happening, Valerie pulls her hands away from me, her eyes full of suspicion. My stomach stirs as she reaches for the door but I stop her.
âNo, wait, please Val,â I plead, hand on the door handle.
âI canât do this again,â Valerie cries out, her eyes filling with tears. I reach to wipe them away but she moves back from me. It breaks my heart.
âNo ma, âs not like that this time. I left Clara, I left all of âem. Fuck all of âem ok? I donât want âem!â My voice is desperate, chasing the brunetteâs brown eyes as she avoids my gaze.Â
âI need some air,â she murmurs, unlocking the door. However she doesnât get far before bumping into Justineâs chest, standing right outside the bathroom eyeing both of us.
All three of us go silent as the blonde girl stares dumbfounded.Â
âWhat the fuck is going on?â She slurs, alcohol evident in her voice.
âJay I-â Valerie starts but Justine is quick to flip around and take hurried steps towards the exit. I follow the brunette out of Tedâs, the parking lot quiet on a rainy night.
âJay, please wait! Let me explain!â Valerie pleads, grabbing Justineâs hand but she pushes her away, forcing the brunette to stumble back a little. My fingers flex with anger as I step between the two girls.
âWhoa, yo nuh uh,â I say sternly, shaking my head at Justine whoâs looking at me like she might actually jump me. I wasnât worried, I could take her. âDonât touch her.â
The blonde scoffs, rolling her eyes. âYou canât tell me not to touch my girl!â
Her girl? I feel anger rising from my gut, heat ascending to my neck and cheeks. I step into her space, looking down at her as I do.Â
âDonât you get it?â I chuckle, an arrogant smirk on my face, basking in the way she had to tilt her head up to look at me. âValâs not your girl.â
âPaige-â Valerieâs voice is careful behind me, her hand gently reaching for my forearm.
âYou wanna know why she been too tired to come over? Because sheâs been in my bed, getting fucked like she deserv-â
âPAIGE!â
Valerie pulls me back by my arm, her eyes wide and furious as she looks up at me. The adrenaline was making me bold, I wanted the world to know sheâs mine. No one elseâs. My Valerie.
âFuck you both.â Justine slurs, heading back inside the bar, clearly not the fighting type. Deep deep down I wish she had jumped me just so I had the excuse to punch her at least once for calling Valerie her girl.
The brunette lets go of me and scoffs, shaking her head as she starts walking away from me. Suddenly coming to my senses, I follow behind her apologetically.
âMa, wait.â
âPaige what are you doing?â She cries out, a desperate frustration evident in the way she speaks as she turns to look at me.
I step into her space, hands itching to touch her. Better not. Not right now. Biting my lower lip I sigh and shake my head.
âSorry it just pissed me off hearing her-â
Sheâs not listening but profusely shaking her head, eyes squeezing shut.
âI donât understand you, I donât get what you want from me!â She bursts out. My hands come to hold her shoulders, taking it as a good sign when she lets me.
âI want you Val,â I finally admit. Not just to her but to myself.
âBut what does that even mean?!â Sheâs clearly frustrated, tired of the confusing cat and mouse game weâd been playing since we met. I was tired too.
âLook ma, Iâm done with all the other girls, and youâre done with Justine. I dunno what that means but-â
âBut what? We date? Become girlfriends? Then what?â She spews. I rub my forehead and eyes with my hand, feeling my head spinning. Maybe I hadnât thought this through.
âMaybe-â
âUntil you find the next girl you wanna fuck? Or freak out again?â
âNo Val not this time-â
âHow do you know?â She asks, a hint of desperation in her voice, looking for any sign that this was a risk worth taking.
âI uh,â I mumble, my skin turning hot, bringing my hands behind my head, rubbing my hair, trying to soothe myself.
âHow do you know, Paige?!â Valerie screams, her big brown eyes pleading with me for a reason. Before my brain could catch up my mouthâs already forming the words. The words I had not had the time to admit to myself yet - that feeling that had been gnawing at me for weeks now. The twist in my gut, the dizziness in my head. I finally understood.
âBecause I love you Valerie!â
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02
â§Â PAIRING: yoongi x fem!reader
â§Â SERIES SUMMARY: You were about ready to give up, your career nowhere near what you dreamed itâd be when you started at eighteen, bright-eyed and naive. Reality for you these past few years has consisted of pouting at a camera, ignoring whispers of your name at company events, and ensuring that the stupid, tiny designer purses they keep forcing on you can at least carry a flask. But now, youâre helping a friend in need. For the first time in a long time, it feels like youâre doing something worthwhile with your life. Too bad Min Yoongi, the newest thorn in your side, seems insistent on stopping you.
â§Â SERIES TAGS: enemies to lovers, slow burn, angst, smut, fake/pretend relationship (not main couple), rockstar!yoongi, model!reader, guitarist yoongi, singer jungkook, bassist taehyung, drummer jimin, manager namjoon, yoongi & maknae line are in a rock band, reader & seokjin are best friends, yoongi & hoseok are best friends (sope duo ftw), yoongi has a tongue piercing, reader is a brat
â§Â CHAPTER WARNINGS: aqua uses her journalism degree to write a fake article, lots of yoongi pov, MC lore drop, extremely brief descriptions of sexual acts, some questions are answered but not many, sope cameo! also seokjin cameo! do you detect a hint of hyyh yoonkook-ism? because you should! EVENTS TRANSPIRE! (see series masterlist for series warnings)
â§Â CHAPTER WORDCOUNT: 5.2k words
â§Â AUTHORâS NOTE: damn i always drop early don't i? here's a pre-holiday gift for those of you who celebrate thanksgiving. thank you to tanni @yooniivrse for beta reading SO FUCKING FAST LOL <3
p.s. from here on out updates are going to be much slower. weâre getting to the Real Plot now and i have to use my brain a little bit more. plus i want to make time to write other, shorter things! so be sure to check out my other fics if waiting for this becomes unbearable lol
CH. 02: A HIT IS HARD TO RESIST
Love in the Spotlight: Is "Burn The Stage" Singer Falling for a Scandal Magnet?
Itâs the love story thatâs rocking Seoulâand leaving fans divided. Jeon Jeongguk, the smooth-talking, chart-topping frontman of âBurn The Stage,â has been the subject of intense speculation after rumors surfaced that heâs been secretly seeing one of South Koreaâs most talked about models, YLN YN. And while Jeonggukâs millions of fans would do anything to claim him as their own, itâs YNâs wild reputation thatâs making this relationship one to watch.
The dating rumors of the two surfaced online when YN was seen on the balcony at Wasteland during the final show of the Burn The Stageâs world tour. Eyewitnesses claim that after the show, the two were spotted backstage together, sharing a private moment.
While Jeonggukâs image has been polished and pristine despite his rock star persona, YNâs name is frequently linked with controversy. From a string of public feuds with fellow influencers to rumors of reckless behavior, she has garnered a reputation for attracting scandal wherever she goesâa trait at odds with what fans have seen from Jeongguk. So what could possibly draw the two together?
Some fans are already sounding the alarm, warning Jeongguk that dating someone like YN could tarnish his squeaky-clean image.
âI donât know why Jeongguk would choose her,â one concerned fan commented on Instagram. âSheâs trouble, and heâs too good for her. His image will be ruined if this is true.â
Despite the criticism, others are rallying behind the couple, suggesting that Jeongguk may be the one to help YN change her ways. âEveryone has a past,â one fan posted on X (formerly known as Twitter). âMaybe Jeongguk sees something in her that no one else does. People can grow and evolve.â
While neither Jeongguk or YNâs companies have released an official statement on the matter, YN hasnât been shy about fueling the rumors. In a recent post on her Instagram, she shared a photo of herself wearing a Burn The Stage hoodie, captioning it, âi guess iâve got good taste đâ which has sent fans into overdrive speculating that sheâs sending a not-so-subtle message about her relationship with Jeongguk.
âYouâve gotta be fucking kidding me,â Yoongi groans to himself. He canât read any more of this drivel. The wooden table in front of him suddenly looks all too inviting, perfect for him to bash his skull into.
Youâre everywhere, completely inescapable for the past week. Apparently, Yoongiâs bi-weekly breakfast with Hoseok is no exception. The first one theyâve been able to have since the tour, too. God forbid he wants to mindlessly scroll on his phone for a second while he waits for his friend to return, because there you are, taunting him.Â
After the concert, Yoongi had been so annoyed by seeing you again. Pissed off at the circumstances. Ready to do anything in his power to extricate you from Jeongguk as fast as possible.
The past week has dulled his rage considerably. The endorphins of playing live have died, as have the potent emotions that come with them. Yoongiâs logical adult brain has set in, leaving him with only a headache.
âWoah,â Hoseok says, snorting as he slides a coffee into Yoongiâs field of vision. He slips into the booth across from him, taking a sip from his own cup with an amused look on his face. âYou look much more homicidal than I left you. What couldâve possibly pissed you off in the last five minutes?â
Wordlessly, Yoongi hands Hoseok his phone, the article still displayed on the screen. Hoseok silently reads the first few paragraphs, and when he scrolls back up to look at the photo attached, his eyebrows shoot up in surprise.
âOh?â he says, zooming in on your face. On Yoongiâs phone. The audacity. âThis is the Innisfree girl, right? Sheâs dating Jeongguk?â
âAllegedly.â
âIs her skin really that nice in person?â
âNot the point,â Yoongi hisses, snatching his phone back from Hoseokâs grip and hastily closing the article to get your dumb face off of his phone. Dumb, poreless face.
âOkay, touchy,â Hoseok says, raising his hands in surrender. âPlease explain the point.â
âI donât trust her,â Yoongi says, tapping his foot under the table. âThe relationship is bogus. Sheâs after something, I just canât figure out what it is.â
âAnd youâre basing this onâŠ?â
âIntuition,â Yoongi says flatly.
âRight. Because your intuition is never wrong,â Hoseok says, tone laden with sarcasm. âNeed I remind you that you werenât the biggest fan of me when we met?â
âI thought you were annoying,â Yoongi agrees. He takes a sip of his coffee to mask a smirk. âWho says I was wrong about that?â
âIâd probably be hurt if you hadnât essentially bought us couple rings last year,â Hoseok says, waggling his eyebrows. âYou want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.â
âAish, they werenât couple rings,â Yoongi complains. âStop saying that. The wrong person is going to hear you and think itâs true.â
âYour ears are pink!â Hoseok exclaims triumphantly, pointing at the evidence. âYour mouth says one thing, but your ears always give you away.â
âIâm going to kill you,â Yoongi grumbles, pulling his beanie down. âStop changing the subject.â
âRight, right. Sorry, hyung, youâre just so easy to tease,â Hoseok says, not even bothering to stifle his snickering. The bastard. âJeonggukieâs new lady love. Go. Wait, do you want to fuck her?â
âWhat?â Yoongi sputters, eyes widening because what the fuck? âNoâwhat? Look, itâs not just intuition, okay? Iâm right about her. And you saw what the article saidâdrama follows her wherever she goes. Maybe she thinks dating Jeongguk will rehabilitate her image, or something like that.â
Yoongi had been so confident that wasnât the case, since youâve maintained all of your brand deals even in the midst of your many scandals, but maybe he was wrong. He still doesnât know why youâre doing this, and itâs like the closer he gets, the less he can see.
âI donât know,â Yoongi groans, rubbing his hands over his face. âSheâs also just a bitch.â
âOkay,â Hoseok concedes, crossing his arms. âIf you say so. Sheâs a bitch who you donât want to fuck. What are you going to do about it?â
Yoongi shrugs. âI have that dinner tomorrow night. I was thinking of talking to Jeongguk after or something.â
âAnd telling him that his girlfriend is the devil? Iâm sure thatâll go over well.â
âIâll figure it out,â Yoongi sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. âJeongguk is a stubborn kid, but he knows I wouldnât ruin something good for him. If I word it right, maybe heâll listen.â
âYouâre not wrong. For whatever reason, Jeongguk trusts your judgement.â
Yoongi glares at him. âGo fuck yourself, Hob-ah.â
âWhatever, hyung,â Hoseok says, rolling his eyes. âLetâs talk about something else, please. I havenât seen you in months.â
Yoongi relents easily. He doesnât really want to be talking about you either, not when it feels like an ice pick is being jammed into his temple.Â
Heâll just have to figure out what to say to Jeongguk later.
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âWow,â Seokjin says around a mouthful of jjapaguri. âHe really hates you, huh?â
Heâs fresh out of a long shift at the hospital, but he still headed straight to your apartment at the promise of food and celebrity gossipâhis two biggest weaknesses, especially when the food doesnât have to be made by him and the celebrity is you.
âSeems like it,â you sigh, using your chopsticks to push your noodles around aimlessly. âNormally I wouldnât care, you know? Like, get in line, asshole.â
âBut you care.â
âBut I care.â
âBecause of Jeongguk,â Seokjin says knowingly.
You drop your chopsticks and groan, stifling the sound by covering your face with your hands.
âYes,â you concede. âBut not because of that. I just want to help him, you know? He got me through a really rough spot last year. Iâd feel like shit if I agreed to do this for him and then it ended up blowing up in our faces because of me.â
âMmm,â Seokjin hums, chewing thoughtfully. âIâm sure the fact that youâre in love with him is a big motivator, though.â
You pick up your head, glaring at him. âLove is a big word, Jin.â
A very big word, you think, picking up your glass of wine to take a long gulp. God help you.
âA fitting one, too!â he says gleefully. âCome oooon. No judgement here. Heâs hot. Not as hot as me, of course, but I have to give credit where credit is due.â
âYes, youâre a god among men,â you mumble, rolling your eyes. âI donât love Jeongguk. Not like that, at least. Do I need to remind you of the whole reason Iâm doing this in the first place?â
âYeah, yeah, the secret girlfriend,â Seokjin says, waving a hand dismissively. âWhatever. Youâre spending a lot of time with him, is all Iâm saying. The tides may turn in your favor.â
Wow, and you thought you were delusional.
âFat chance,â you deadpan, polishing off your wine. âEspecially if Yoongi is as persistent as heâs making himself out to be.â
âWhatâs his beef with you, anyway?â Seokjin asks, snorting to himself as he picks up a piece of steak with his chopsticks. Hilarious. âI feel like heâs going a little far for it to just be protectiveness, you know?â
Right. When youâd given Seokjin the rundown via text, youâd left one pretty substantial piece of information out.
âHe said, um,â you start, picking at one of your nails nervouslyâa habit that Hyerin would smack you on the back of the head for, if she were here. âHe said that he knows⊠more than I think.â
Just like that, all of the humor drains from Seokjinâs expression. âMeaningâŠ?â
âI donât know,â you say, your voice wobbling just a bit. âI donât know, but if it does mean that⊠It makes the idea of rolling over and doing what he says pretty enticing, not gonna lie.â
âFuck that,â Seokjin says firmly, your eyes widening in response. âIf heâs the type of guy to use something like that as blackmail, then heâs a piece of shit. I donât care if he is trying to protect Jeongguk.â
âHe canât know, though,â you groan, fully resting your head on the cool marble of your kitchen countertop now.Â
Youâve been wracking your brain for days now, trying to figure out if itâs even possible for Yoongi to know anything. Youâre pretty confident the answer is no, but thereâs no way to be one-hundred percent sure without confirmation from the man himself. And youâd honestly rather die.
âNobody knows except the people involved and you. Youâre the only one who didnât sign an NDA, and Iâm pretty confident youâve never met Min Yoongi. Not to mention you just wouldnâtââ
âShare that information? Hell no, I wouldnât,â Seokjin interrupts, scoffing. âOkay, well⊠Regardless of whether he knows anything, he honestly just sounds like a dick and I think you should kill him.â
You snort, lifting your eyes to look at him from where your head rests on the counter. âMaybe that can be plan B,â you offer.
âFine, then whatâs the plan A?â Seokjin counters, crossing his arms and raising a conspiratorial eyebrow at you.
Fantastic question, one youâve been thinking about the answer to since you abruptly left the afterparty that night. Itâs not like you can tell Jeongguk whatâs going on and risk having to tell him the whole truth. You trust Jeongguk, butâŠ
No, itâs not an option. You donât want anyone else to know. So, if Yoongiâs going to insist on being a problem for you, you might as well return the favor. Itâs only fair.
You grin, lifting your head and leaning closer to Seokjin.
âIâm going to make his life a living hell.â
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Yoongi hasnât touched a cigarette since he was twenty one years old.
He picked up the nasty habit at sixteen, when one of his friends doled out African Ice Jacks amongst the group, bragging that his hyung had bought the pack for him. As soon as the lighter was flicked on and the bittersweet taste of bubblegum and tobacco filled Yoongiâs lungs, he was hooked.
It was stupidly easy to get his hands on cigarettes before he was of legal age, even when his friendâs hyung couldnât supply them for whatever reason. All of the adults around him smoked, including his parents.Â
It felt as though cigarettes were an extension of his hand, felt wrong when he didnât have the option to light one up. During school hours, Yoongiâs fingers would twitch on his desk as he waited for his last class to end.
He was a fucking anxious, wound-up kid. Smoking was the only thing that helped, sometimes. If he had a shit day, at least he could have a cigarette.
When the band got signed, though, things changed. Despite the fact that the majority of the population in Korea smoked, celebrities were vilified for it in the media. For whatever fucking reason. Yoongi didnât care much what the media had to say about him, but he reasoned that it would be pretty stupid to let his dream die over Ice Jacks. So he quit.
It was hard at first, but itâs been five years now. After so much time, itâs rare that cigarettes even cross his mind, even when others smoke around him.
Sitting across the table from you now, though, Yoongiâs fingers twitch just like they had when he was in grade school staring at a clock.
He and the band started frequenting Yoojung Sikdang long before there was any real hope for fame. It was their chosen spot after every practice. The ajumma who owns it knows their names, remembers their orders by heart. Over the years, the only part of the restaurant thatâs changed is their autographed photos on the wall. Theyâve celebrated every single milestone here, big or small, just the five of them. Alone.
Wrapping up their first world tour should be no different. Itâs their biggest milestone yet, and all Yoongi wanted was to eat ssambap with his best friends. Remind himself that none of the fame matters as long as they still have this.
But here you are. Of course. Encroaching on everything Yoongiâs built, everything he holds dear to his heart.
The only time itâs ever been more than the five of them here was the night they signed their contract, accompanied by two label executives. Even if youâre allegedly riding Jeonggukâs dick, no way are you that fucking important.
Yoongi would laugh if he wasnât so pissed off. You are such a fucking pest. He just canât shake you off.
âYou donât like what you ordered?â Jimin asks you, snapping Yoongi out of his thoughts.
Yoongiâs made an effort to keep to himself for the majority of the dinner. No use in ruining everyone elseâs nightâitâs still a special one, after all. Besides, heâs still trying to be an adult about things. You may have ruined his plan to talk to Jeongguk tonight, but itâs not like heâs going to cause a scene in front of a restaurant full of peopleâ
âOh, Iâm just not very hungry,â you say. Yoongiâs eyes narrow.
All youâve been doing all night is burrowing into Jeonggukâs side, barely touching your food. Lipgloss still perfectly in place. Normally, Yoongi wouldnât careâheâs not paying for it. He wastes food on the labelâs dime all the time. At Yoojung Sikdang, though?
âWhy did you come, then?âÂ
The words come out of Yoongiâs mouth before he can stop them, sharp and pointed. Heâd fully intended to keep his mouth shut, eat his food, and then go home. Maybe buy a pack on the way. But now theyâre out there, and Yoongi canât bring himself to care. Certainly not to feel bad.
For the first time since youâd walked in on Jeonggukâs arm, you make eye contact with him. On purpose this timeâchallenging. Yoongiâs not a little bitch, so he stares back.Â
âBecause Jeonggukie invited me,â you say, faux sweetness dripping from your words as you lean your head on Jeonggukâs shoulder. Eyes still fixed on Yoongi. âI figured it would be okay, since you all gave me such a warm welcome last time.â
Yeah. Yoongiâs buying that pack of cigarettes.Â
âYouâre always welcome to come out with us,â Taehyung coos, like he thinks youâre the cutest thing in the world. Knowing Taehyung, he probably does.
Everyone seems to be in agreement on that front, too, except Yoongi who rolls his eyes as he shoves a ssam into his mouth. Whatever.
âItâs gonna be hell getting you out of here, though,â Namjoon adds from Yoongiâs left. He leans over to glance at the crowd of people peering through the front of the restaurant, cameras at the ready, desperate to get a glimpse of you and Jeongguk. Not that youâre making it particularly hard.
âWeâve never had a crowd like that out there,â Jimin says, in awe. âIâm not surprised, though. Those articles about you two have been getting tons of clicks.â
âAh,â you say. If Yoongi didnïżœïżœïżœt know better, heâd think you sound almost sheepish. âThat, um. That might be my fault. I told my manager I was coming here. She mustâve tipped someone off.â
Of course.
âAnything for a photo-op, right?â Yoongi sneers, unable to help himself. Itâs such an easy shot, after all. Youâre being so transparent.
âHyung,â Taehyung says, eyes wide as if heâs appalled.Â
âIâm sorry, Yoongi-ssi,â you say, tilting your head at him. That little flash of a challenge is still in your eyes, and Yoongi doesnât like it one bit. âDo you have a problem with me being here?â
Yoongi scoffs, sitting up. When he speaks, itâs laced with bitterness. âWe just donât normally come here with guests, thatâs all. I guess I didnât get the memo that thatâd suddenly changed.â
âI invited her, hyung,â Jeongguk says. âSheâs my girlfriend.â He wraps his arm around you protectively and, fuck, youâre good. Youâre so good at making Yoongi look like the asshole.
âI get that, Guk-ah,â Yoongi tries, his voice considerably softer now. âBut, come on⊠Here? And the mob outside, I mean⊠Do you really think that was just a harmless mistake?â
âWhat are you implying?â Jeongguk grits out. Heâs angry now, that much is clear, and itâs Yoongiâs fault.Â
You have him trapped. Heâs surrounded by landmines, unable to come up with a single response that could possibly defuse them.
âCome on, guys,â Namjoon says, glancing at Yoongi pointedly. âWeâre here to celebrate.â
âIf Yoongi-ssi is uncomfortable that Iâm here, maybe I should go,â you say, making to get up.
Jeongguk reaches for your arm, stopping you. âNo,â he says. âYoongi-hyung, you can either get over it and stay with us, or you can leave. Youâre the only one who doesnât want her here.â
Un-fucking-believable.
âAre you serious?â Yoongi scoffs, looking around at everyone. Is this really happening to him right now? This is his band!
The table is deadly silent. Everyone refuses to meet Yoongiâs eyes except you and Jeongguk, who raises a challenging eyebrow at him. Itâs immediately apparent to Yoongi that heâs not winning this one. That somehow, heâs ruined the night meant to celebrate him and his friends.
Bitterly, Yoongi laughs. âFine.â
No one protests when he pushes his chair away from the table and stands up, and that stings much more than Yoongi would like to admit.
He catches your eye as he grabs his jacket off the back of his chair, anger flaring at how pleased you look.Â
âHave a nice fucking dinner,â Yoongi mutters, before turning on his heel and walking towards the door. Leaving his friends to face a crowd of photographers and fans that you called.
As he walks out into the cold, dodging the phones being shoved in his face, all he can think about is the way Jeongguk had looked at him.
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You met Jeon Jeongguk a year ago, give or take a few months. You just remember it was cold.
Less than twenty-four hours after a particularly nasty breakup with a guy you didnât love but liked enough, you were back on the clock. Zipped into something tight and expensive, wearing the best waterproof mascara money could buy.
You hated those events to begin withâthe galas, end of year ceremonies for awards you were no longer viable to win. They were torture for you. But the sting of being freshly single only made things worse, so you had decided to make the most of it.
You may not have been able to win a KMA, but you were well within your rights to treat the KMAs themselves like your own personal dating pool. No better way to rid yourself of your ex like getting with someone new, you thought.
Which is where Jeongguk came in, devastatingly hot in his tailored suit. Youâd ran into him on your way from the bathroomâmuch like you had with Yoongi, now that you think about itâand you instantly found yourself wondering what it would be like to kiss a guy with a lip ring. Jeongguk, as it turned out, was very interested in showing you.Â
You were both a little drunk, but the attraction was real. Instant.Â
One very handsy cab ride later, and you were in his apartment, grinding on his lap as you experienced first-hand just how little of an obstacle a lip ring can be if the man who has it knows what heâs doing.
Things were going so wellâJeonggukâs tongue exploring your mouth as you felt his cock stiffening beneath you. But it all came crashing down as soon as his hand slid under your dress.
The fact of the matter was, youâd just been dumped. Regardless of how strongly you did or didnât feel about your ex, youâd still been dumped and it still hurt. As soon as Jeongguk really touched you, it became all too apparent that you wouldnât be able to go through with it. Luckily, at the slightest bit of hesitance from you, Jeonggukâs hand immediately retreated from under your dress.Â
He was sweet about it. Really, really sweet. Valiantly ignored his erection and offered to listen instead, which made you laugh. Comforted you even though you hadnât thought you needed it. Let you sleep in his bed anyway. When you left the next morning, kindly offered to be your friend, because you clearly needed one.
Youâve been friends ever since.Â
Not in the same way that Seokjin is your friend, of course. Seokjin is your best friend, has been since you were both kids. But Jeongguk just⊠He gets the industry, in a way that Seokjin never will.
Which brings you to last month.
Last month, when Jeongguk called you nervously in the middle of his tour schedule. Asked you to be his fake girlfriend in guilty, hushed whispers.
You didnât need to know why. You were always going to say yes.Â
But Jeongguk explained anyway. He explained that he has a girlfriend, a real girlfriend, who isnât from your world. That he hasnât been able to see her nearly as much as heâd like to because heâs terrified of the backlash she could receive from being connected to him romantically.
You read between the linesâyou have nothing to lose, at this point. There isnât a day that goes by where someone online doesnât have something to say about you, reputable or not.
He explained that in order to maintain the lie, no one in the industry could know the truth, not even Jeonggukâs bandmates. According to him, they wouldnât understand why he felt the need to go to such lengths. You didnât completely agree then, but having met Yoongi now, you get it.
His girlfriend knows about you, heâd told you. She knows who you are, knows about that night last year, and that she still agreed to let him ask you this. She doesnât see you as a threat.
It stung, a little. Of course it did. You and Jeongguk may be friends, but youâve always felt a hint of something else there. Maybe it was the kindness heâd shown you when you met. Maybe itâs just him. But you never said anything, convinced it was one-sided.
Clearly you were right.
Still, you want to do this for him. You care about him, and just because you canât maintain a stable relationship doesnât mean Jeongguk doesnât deserve a chance at one.
You think, if Yoongi knew, heâd feel the same.
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Five years down the drain, Yoongi thinks. Ashes his cigarette. Oh well.
Honestly, itâs not even really about you, although Yoongi would love to pretend otherwise. If he pins it all on you, it makes his mission to get rid of you all the more noble. The label breathing down his neck. The impending deadline of an album he doesnât know if he can write. Dongsaengs that donât know how to stay out of trouble. If itâs all your fault, it canât be his.
Thisâthe smokingâwas bound to happen, with or without you. You just helped the process along.
Heâs perched on his windowsill, puffing his way through cigarette number two, when his phone buzzes next to him.
Namjoon doesnât call him nearly ever. Yoongi has a way that he likes things done, and Namjoon is probably his only friend that actually respects it. Emails for work. In-person or texts for personal shit. Video calls never. Phone calls only if Yoongi needs to hear it now and thereâs no other way.
Yoongi picks up.
âJoon-ah?â Cautious. He likes phone calls the least because phone calls mean trouble, like someone is in the hospital. Heâs gotten that call before, more than once.
âHyung,â Namjoon says. âDo you have a minute?â
Namjoon wouldnât be asking that if someone was in the hospital, so Yoongi allows himself to unclench. Just a little. âYeah, I have a minute.â
He hears rustling on the line, like Namjoon is fidgeting. But Namjoon is always fidgeting, so that could mean nothing.
âI figured, given the events of tonight, that it would be a good call to warn you ahead of time. I wouldâve come by your apartment, but Iâve got meetings all morning tomorrow and itâs late. I didnât want to wait until next time I see you though, soâŠâ Namjoon starts, trailing off.Â
Yoongi works his jaw. âSpit it out, Joon-ah,â he says, because Namjoon is shit at delivering bad news. Heâs always beating around the bush, trying to soften the blow. Itâs great for the kids, but it makes Yoongi feel like heâs about to have to bury his first-born or some shit. Yoongi likes clear, direct.
Namjoon knows this, so he always gets it right on the second try.
âYN is going to the Jeju house with you guys,â Namjoon says. Clear and direct, but the absolute last thing Yoongi wants to hear right now.Â
âYouâre fucking with me.â
âIâm not.â
âShe has literally no fucking reason to be there, Joon-ah,â Yoongi grits out. The cigarette secured between his index and middle knuckles has burned down to nothing, singes his fingers. He hisses and flicks it out the window. âIs she going to help us write an album? Is that it?â
âHyungââ
âNo, she isnât. Sheâs going to distract my lead singer the whole time and make the whole point of the trip fucking impossible,â he interrupts, because once he gets started he canât stop. âWho signed off on this? Doesnât she have a job? Isnât there a goddamn camera that needs to be smoldered at?â
âYoongi-hyung,â Namjoon says. Heâs using his manager voice, and Yoongi shuts up instantly.Â
Namjoon uses this voice on the kids all the time. Realistically, itâs not a big deal. Itâs his job. But heâs never had to use it on Yoongi before.
He deserves it, though. Yoongi knows that. He knows that heâs been insufferable ever since you showed up, and he doesnât like it either. Heâd wanted to talk to Jeongguk, to have a heart-to-heart with him about it, but thatâs proven impossible given that youâre always around. And Namjoon is their voice of reason.
Yoongi tries again.
âI donât like her,â he explains, keeping his voice level. âI donât think she has Jeonggukâs best interests at heart. Iâm just trying to look out for him.â
The line stays quiet for a long moment, like Namjoon is taking special care in choosing his next words. It would make Yoongi nervous, but thatâs just what Namjoon does.
âHyung, you need to leave it alone,â he finally says.
What the fuck.
Yoongi could have foreseen plenty of responses from Namjoon. Heâs been on the receiving end of Namjoonâs sage advice more than heâs proud of. Yoongi worries a lot, and Namjoon is particularly good at quieting those worries, particularly when they pertain to the kids. And they usually do. But he sure as shit wasnât expecting to be blown off like that.
âJoon-ah, Jeongguk is gonnaââ
âJeongguk is a grown man. Heâs fully entitled to make his own decisions, and you need to respect that if you donât want to lose him.â
Lose him? Is Yoongi going insane? Is he fucking missing some integral piece of this puzzle that everyone else seems to have?
The notion of losing Jeongguk is completely absurd. How could he lose Jeongguk over something like this? Jeongguk, the college freshman with the huge eyes who followed Yoongi around like a puppy. Jeongguk who sang so softly when Yoongi asked, who beamed with pride when Yoongi told him he had something special. Jeongguk who dropped out alongside Yoongi, took a risk because he trusted his hyung to take care of him.
It was Yoongi and Jeongguk before it was anyone else, and Yoongi has never let Jeongguk down once, wonât allow himself to. This is the thing thatâs going to change that?Â
âWhat are you even talking about?â
âJust⊠leave this one alone, Yoongi,â Namjoon sighs. âSheâs coming whether you like it or not, and you need to at least pretend to play nice.â
Yoongi doesnât appreciate being treated like a child whoâs the cause of his parentâs headache, not by Kim Namjoon. The label dickheads are one thing, but the one person Yoongi has entrusted with everything for the past five years? Before that, even? Fuck that. Namjoon doesnât talk to him this way, and thatâs not about to change because of you.
âNamjoon-ah, if youâre going to blow me off, at least put my cock in your mouth and do it right,â Yoongi spits, hanging up before he can think better of his words.
Fuck.
Yoongi hasnât bitten Namjoonâs head off like that in a long time. It doesnât feel good to be back in old patterns like this. Yoongi knows why he doesnât trust you, but he doesnât know what it is about you that makes it soâurgent. Like heâs a wild animal primed to bite. To hurt. Yoongi isnât that guy.Â
If what Namjoon said is true, if Jeongguk really is at risk of slipping through Yoongiâs fingers, he has to get his fucking act together. He has to try harder to handle this like an adult.
So, youâre coming to Jeju. Fine. Yoongi can be civil.
Even if the only way for him to be civil is not to speak to you at all.
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đđđ đđđđ ~ Chapter Two
Summary - đđŁ đŹđđđđ Azriel's mate is banished to another world by Amarantha. To a world she never knew existed. To a different world called Zenithara. She finds herself being stuck in Zenithara for many years. And as more time passes it leads her to giving up hope to ever get back to her family, her mate. It changes her living in such a world. She never once felt safe in Zenithara. But one day when she is given a mask. She finds herself feeling safe and concealed from the world. It gave her a sense of strength and power. Which leads her to persevere in the new world she was in.
But what will happen when she finds herself being sent back to her old world Prythian, to her home in Velaris? What will happen when she is finally reunited with her family⊠her mate?
Pairing - Azriel x Female!Oc
Universe - A Court of Thorns and Roses
Warnings -  Characters may be a bit OOC, Mature Themes, Gore, Death, Semi Smut, Violence, Language, Weapons, Mention of Past Abuse, Mention of War, Things Will Be Changed, Fluff, Angst, Some Sensitive Subjects, Mating Bonds, Scars, Experimentation, More Will Be Added If Needed.
Disclaimer - I do not own the series ACOTAR. I do own certain characters, and I own my mc. I do own somethings that are made up. I also got some inspiration from some movies and tv shows. So if you see anything familiar.  But i own my writing and whatnot you get where im going and what i am saying lol.
Author's Note - i really hope you like this fic. i gotta say this fic is very challenging for me because of the world building around it and what not. but i do love it. i hope you guys do too. that is all i can think to say lol.
âââ Zenithara âââ
âââ G.H.O.S.T Ship âââ
Anna was now sitting on a carrier ship that was going back to Sky City. Her team, Alpha team who were mainly led by Evan, surrounded her. Very soft music was playing in the background. To try and keep everyone calm. But also not loud so everyone could stay alert.Â
But the main thing she heard was soft talking between teammates and clicking of weapons. All were making sure their weapons were charged and loaded. Making sure they were all in the right holsters and secured.Â
Even after the team successfully retained the load of many innocent people that were kidnapped from Sector One, and were on their way to the Arena. The Arena now resorting to kidnapping people for the Killer games. Being that they were losing people from the Abyss. Well more so the Arena. Being that the justice system was moving and placing criminals elsewhere. Not wanting the Arena or Killer games to continue. Which led G.H.O.S.T. to have to step in and save the people they can.Â
Right now though Annaâs team was still on guard. Because the mission wasn't over just yet. They still needed to get these people safely back to Sky City. So they could get checked more thoroughly for injuries, and so they could give the justice system their statements on what happened to them.Â
The people they had saved were currently in med bay. People from Beta team trying to keep them calm, and helping them with any injuries they could. Along with the team mates who had been injured during the mission.
At the moment Anna was observing her surroundings with her now glowing gold eyes. Now being able to see clearly without her glasses, as she used one of her abilities. Her ability of enhanced eyesight. Which when she used such eyesight her eyes always glowed a golden color.Â
Right now she was watching everything around her on the ship. From behind her mainly golden, black, porcelain colored mask. That covered her whole face. The only thing that could be seen were her eyes. Other than that you couldn't see her face, nothing. Only her eyes.Â
In Anna's eyes it was a beautiful mask. It was gifted to her by Katrina many years ago when she was still in the Arena. A mask that was very precious to Anna. A mask that she took care of and kept in immaculate shape. Â
The top had golden and black intricate patterns that flared up slightly at the crown of her head. With amber and golden jewels that dangled on the side. Then at the middle of her head of the mask was an amber jewel.Â
The golden and black detailed patterns that went from the top of her head then curved under her eyes and over her nose. Around her eyes were black, the only thing that was seen were her eyes. The lower half of her face was covered by porcelain with a pair of golden lips painted on it.Â
Then around her neck was covered by black cover that had a few golden chains. It held up the mask and some mechanics that were connected to her mask. Her being the only one who knew how to use it. Knowing all the ins and outs of the mask. Having it for many years now.  Â
The mask was one of Anna's prize possessions. Having her mask on was also one of the things she used to cope with everything. Her mask gave her a sense of safety and power. It concealed her from the world. Giving her the strength to persevere in Zenithara.Â
But most of all it kept her hidden. It hid who she was, hid her scars, her emotions, it hid Anna.Â
Which was something she loved. She loved to stay hidden. Anna seemed to love it so much that she wore her mask whenever she was around people. The only time she had it off was around Evan and his father. But sometimes it was still hard for her to take it off. The two though knew how to coax it off her and make her feel safe. They were the only two who could.Â
Though when Anna was alone. Mainly in one of her homes in the three Sectors or her own room, that was the only time she had the mask off. Not feeling safe but somewhat comfortable. It was when she swapped her mask for her glasses. Letting her eyes settle to their normal dark brown. But that rarely happened.  Â
She was accustomed to having her golden gleaming eyes on display. She was accustomed to seeing everything in a more intense and enhanced way.Â
Though she had her glasses it couldn't compare to having her enhanced sight. And without either she was just blind. Only being able to see a meter in front of her. Which she didnât like. It made her feel vulnerable, and she couldnât stand that feeling. That was why she used her enhanced sight so much, most of the time.Â
But also with that she always has an ear out for anything as well. Having trained her hearing just as much as her eyesight. So, if anything happened she would be prepared in any way. It wasn't really hard with her being a high fae.Â
Though at one point her pointed ears caused her trouble while in the Arena. Doctors became more curious than ever over her, and wanted to experiment on her when they found her in the Arena. More than any other subject they had. They wanted to find out everything about her, and enhance everything. One of the things it led to was having a piece of her ears cut off. Leaving on the outer shell of her pointed ear to have a crescent type shape cut out. Â
Even after that inncident she stayed strong, it was hard but she kept going. It didn't deter her. But it did lead to her wanting to train her hearing to be sharper. Just as sharp as her heightened eyesight, when her eyes were glowing. So she could rely on her hearing if anything. Having done such a thing though caused her to have an advantage. With her eyesight and hearing. But also caused her to see and hear the world in a different way.Â
Just like now. Looking around once again she took everything in. The walls of the ship, the bags, the weapons, and the people talking and whispering. Who were her teammates. There were many who she noticed and recognized but few she didn't.Â
It caused her to sigh and lean further back into her seat. As she stayed to herself. She didn't want to interact nor be near anyone. Anna just wanted to get this mission over with and help where she could. Then go home. Maybe have a drink then escape into her art work.Â
When she wasn't on missions she was working on her art. It was another thing she used to cope. Through her art she brought Prythian her old world to Zenithara. She had walls upon walls covered with paintings of her old world, her old life. They were in all three of her houses.Â
Her favorite house was in Sector Two, Middle ground. She had dedicated the house to everything Night Court, or Velaris. Middle Ground gave her the most inspiration. Reminding her the most of her home Velaris somewhat.
In her house that was in Middle Ground there were murals all over. They were mainly paintings of places in Velaris. Like the mountains that surrounded Velaris, the stars, the House of Wind, the Rainbow, Rita's, and more. But there were also paintings of her family. One wall was dedicated to them. Cassian, Rhysand, Amren, and Morrigan.Â
Then there was a wall dedicated to one more person, a male. A male that she missed so much. That had a piece of her heart. A piece of her soul. A piece of her that she would never get back. He was someone she desperately wanted to not forget. He was someone so important to her. He was her mate... Azriel.Â
Over time, over the past fifty something years Anna has forgotten some of her old life, her old world. That was one of the reasons she drew and painted so much, it was so she wouldn't forget. Anna wouldn't say she had the most excellent memory. But she could remember some things. But the one thing or person she remembered the most about was Azriel.Â
Though there were things she had forgotten like his voice, his scent, the way his touch felt. It caused Anna to cry for days when she realized she had forgotten such things. But the things she could remember out weighted the things she couldn't. She believed it was because she drew him so many times over the years. It was so she could remember and keep the memories alive. To keep his memory alive and with her.Â
She could mostly remember what he looked like. Things like his tan skin that seemed to glow under the sun. His beautiful large strong black wings upon his back that he would use to fly. His clever shadows that wisped around him. His ebony hair that fell over his eyes. And his eyes.Â
His beautiful hazel eyes that could show nothing one moment, then another moment be filled with such raw emotions. He could take her breath away with one look. Anna missed those looks. She missed his intense hazel eyes on her. Anna missed Azriel so much. At times she found herself missing him the most.
A sad sigh escaped her lips. As her head and shoulders fell and her eyes closed. As she remembered Azriel. It took everything in Anna to not let her tears fall. To not let her emotions go everywhere and let her powers out. Being they were connected to her emotions.Â
It took a lot out of Anna this time to steel herself. And Anna noticed it. She noticed that it was becoming harder for her to keep doing such a thing. Because lately Anna... she was tired.Â
Anna was tired of hiding. She was tired of fighting. She was tired of losing people. She was tired of feeling lost. She was tired of this world. She was tired of it all. But Anna knew she had to keep going. Because she knew that many people would want her to keep going. Azriel, her old family in Prythian, Katrina, Eva, her nephews. Anna knew she had to stay strong.Â
Anna though didn't know how long she could go on. Because when it came down to it she was exhausted, lost, and alone. Yes, there were parts of Zenithara that were beautiful. And Anna may have or not seen them all. But if she was being honest with herself Anna just didn't care for Zenithara. Not as much as she cares for Prythian. Because even with more than half a century passing with her in this world Zenithara, she still felt so lost, and alone.Â
Even with Evan and his father. Anna loved her nephews very much and they helped her. But there was only so much they could do. They had their own lives, and unfortunately they would never understand her. Not what she has been through. Not what she is or who she was. No one would understand. But she still loved them for helping her.
Anna was soon shaken from such thoughts when she heard Evan. Catching her attention. She was soon looking at him with her golden eyes. She found him kneeling in front of where she was sitting. His crystal eyes were on her and filled with worry. As he gently placed his fingerless gloved cover hands over hers. He was quick to hold them when she didn't pull away from him.
"Hey. Are you okay?" Evan whispered softly to her. So only she could hear what he was saying. Knowing she could hear him. He didn't want to draw any attention to them. Knowing Anna didn't like the attention on her. He also didn't want her to feel uncomfortable. So he took to speaking low to her, and tried to keep her attention on him.Â
All Anna could do was take a deep breath and nod slightly. As she looked away from him. She didn't want to tell him her thoughts or problems. She didn't want to push her problems onto him. Nor did she want to burden him with her issues.   Â
"I find that hard to believe. You know you can talk to me right Auntie Goldie?" Evan sighed sadly. Hearing him caused Anna to nod her head again. Which led him to send her a small smile. He wanted her to talk to him but didn't want to push her. So, he did what he and his father do all the time. Let her know they were there for her no matter what.Â
"Remember I'm always here for you Aunt Anna. No matter what you've got me. And you got dad too. I know it's hard and I don't know what you're going through. Just know you are not alone," he tried to soothe her. She was soon nodding her head as a sigh was heard from her. She then gently leant forward placing her head against his. She really appreciated Evan. He was so optimistic, kind, and caring. It made her smile. But her smile widened behind her mask even more hearing what he said next.
"After this mission, why don't I call up dad and all three of us can head to Middle Ground. We can meet at your place cause I know it's your favorite. Then you can tell us some stories or we can watch some movies or something. Have family time together. Just the three of us," Evan planned. He was soon chuckling with a wide smile. As he watched Anna nod quickly. She had leaned back and clapped her hands together gently to show him her excitement.Â
He knew that she was smiling by the look in her glowing eyes. That he's learned to read since he was young. He was happy to see she was excited for the plan, also happy he was able to lift her mood a bit. Nodding his head he agreed. Standing up he still had a hold of her gloved covered hand. He was then pulling her to help her get up from the seat.Â
"Alright it's a plan. I'll call -," Evan started. But he was abruptly cut off. Because soon he and Anna were falling back into the seats. Being jostled by the carrier ship shaking. It was as if something had hit the ship.Â
Which led everyone to be on guard and alert. Making themselves prepared for anything. Knowing it could be an attack. Evan was quick to grab the radio on his shoulder. Demanding the pilot to tell him what was going on. Asking if the ship was hit or if there was an attack.  Â
"No attack. It seems we have been hit by something, sir. But umm... there is something we think you should see. We're not sure what it is," The co-pilot stammered unsure and seemed to be a little scared. A sigh escaped Evan before he answered.
"Okay I'm on my way."
"Everyone calm down for now but be on alert. You coming Goldie?" Evan ordered the team. Which he received a nod from many. He was then turning to ask Anna. She was quick to nod and followed him to the cockpit.Â
After a few minutes of walking they were in the control area. The pilot and co-pilot seemed to be whispering to each other. While one was pointing outside the window in front of them. It seemed they had stopped the carrier, keeping it hovering in place. Looking at each other Anna and Evan shrugged.Â
"What are you pointing at? And why have we stopped? We're still on a mission. We have to get these people back to Sector One," Evan questioned the two with a sigh. As he rubbed his face and crossed his arms.Â
He was starting to get frustrated because he wanted to get this mission done with. But he soon stopped when Anna placed a hand on his arm. Turning to her he was met with her golden eyes that were wide behind her mask. She was quick to point as she looked forward.Â
Evan was quick to turn to see what she was looking at. All he saw was a bright light in the distance. It looked like a ball of light or an orb. He was then stepping forward with Anna. Both trying to get a closer look. More so Evan. The orb was just hovering there in the middle of the sky in front of the ship. It was as if it were waiting for something.    Â
"We don't know what it is or what to do. The reading signature from it is off the scale and unknown. And it seems every time we try to move it follows. The jostling you felt was us trying to move away from it. But it hit the ship. Then it started moving around us as if to observe us, to us it's like it's looking for something. We honestly don't know what to do," the pilot explained to Evan, not taking his eyes off the light.Â
"Do you think it's something from the Arena?" Evan asked the two. As he leaned forward on the pilot seats. Trying to observe the orb of light. Anna was in a state of wonder as she looked at the orb. So much so she tilted her head in confusion.   Â
"Like I said sir we don't know what it is. The signature and energy coming off of it is off the scale and unknown. We tried to quickly go through the database, but still can't find a match. We wanted to know what you think we should do. Because it seems we can't move without it following or attacking. And I don't think you want that thing following us to our hidden headquarters. Nor attacking us," the pilot answered. Looking to Evan and Anna for the first time now.Â
"Shit," Evan whispered angrily. As he threw his head back and closed his eyes thinking on what to do. Nothing like this has ever happened before. So he was clueless on what to do. He was beginning to get a headache with how much he was thinking. Between this and the mission he was getting tired. He just wanted to get the mission over and have his family day with his father and Aunt.Â
But his thoughts were shaken. When he felt a small gloved hand grip his arm and pull him. Opening his eyes Evan looked to see it was Anna and was quick to follow her. After telling the pilots to keep him posted which they agreed to do. Anna was then pulling him just outside the room so they could talk.Â
"Let me take a look at it Evan," Anna reasoned with him with her soft voice. She could see that Evan was starting to get slightly overwhelmed. So she wanted to help him. Take some of the weight of his shoulders. Anna knew she was the only one who could get close enough to take a look at the orb of light. She also knew they needed to get past it and fast. So they could finish this mission and get the people who were kidnapped back home. She was pretty much the only one who could try to get this thing out of the way.Â
But hearing her Evan was quick to shake his head and disagree with her plan. He didn't want to put her in such danger. Not when they didn't know what it was, and never dealt with something like this before. He didn't want to send her in blind. He didn't want to lose his Aunt. The only real maternal figure in his life now. Evan was about to speak. But was stopped by Anna raising her hand gesturing to him to stay quiet. Which led Evan to sigh and stay quiet as he looked into her golden eyes.
"I only say this because I am the only one who can get close enough to it. And I can do it quickly. We are still on a mission Evan. We need to get these people back quickly. You know the longer we wait and sit here like sitting ducks isn't good. We are losing time. And the chance of someone from the Arena finding us is getting higher. So let me go and take a look at this thing. Let me see what I can do," Anna explained to him softly. It shocked Evan to hear her say so much in one sitting. But he shook the shock away.
Knowing now wasn't the time to think too much about such a thing. Taking in what Anna said Evan grunted in frustration. Because he knew she was right. He was then quick to look at the watch on his wrist. It caused Evan to curse under his breath because of the time. Time seemed to not be on their side right now.Â
Turning his gaze on Anna he looked into her shining eyes. Trying to see if he could read her. Trying to see if he could see any emotions. Anna's mask hid her very well. It hid all of her⊠but her eyes. Even then it was hard to read her still because she could hide her emotions so well. It was more so hard to read her when around people. Though when it was just them or her with his father she showed them her emotions. Showed them her emotions mainly through her eyes.Â
Other than that there was nothing else that she really did. As the years went on she talked less, and reached out less and less to them. Which worried him and his father a lot as of lately. But right now he looked into her gleaming eyes. He could see she was tired which worried him. Because it was a look that he sees more and more of over the time heâs spent with her. But he also could see a look of determination in her eyes right now.Â
It caused Evan to clench his jaw. Because he knew she was the only one who could do this. Looking at his watch again he growled slightly in frustration. He was then running his hands through his wavy hair and over his face. Before nodding at her. Agreeing with her plan. Looking at her with concern.Â
"Okay. You go out there and do what you can as quickly as you can. As you said we are still on a mission. You need to be as quick as possible. I'll make sure we keep an eye on you the whole time. If you want to you can talk to me while out there whenever. And if you need to get out of there, you get out of there. I mean it. We'll find another way if anything," Evan cautioned. Hearing his speech caused Anna to smile behind her mask. But she nodded nonetheless. To let him know she agreed and to ease his worries. Â
"Have some faith in your Aunt Goldie. I am around a hundred years old. I got some wisdom in me. And let's not forget I've been doing this longer than you," Anna joked as she pointed at him. Evan chuckled at her before opening his arms. Inviting her into a hug. Smiling behind her mask Anna giggled and walked forward into his arms. Throwing her soft arms around his waist.Â
He was quick to wrap his arms around her shoulders. Not wanting to let her go. Sighing Evan was scared for his Aunt. The one he was closest to. The one who has been there for him all his life. He was filled with fear for her because he didn't want to lose her.Â
But he knew that she was strong and smart. So he pulled away, letting her go. Having some faith in her. Looking down at her, he smiled with a nod. Kissing her masked cover head quickly before she could push him away. It caused Anna to giggle while Evan chuckled. Both of them were soon shaking their heads at each other.Â
Before Evan patted her arm and gestured for her to follow him quickly. Anna nodded and rushed to follow behind him. Both knew they needed to be quick. After a moment she realized he was leading her to a weapons vault room. More specifically hers and his that they shared.Â
Soon Anna was grabbing a few gadgets. Her hologram watch, an extra radio, a locator. Then grabbing the two golden guns that Evan held out for her. After making sure they were loaded and giving her extra clips. She rolled her eyes at him and shook her head. Seeing her Evan was quick to voice his worries.
"Hey there's nothing wrong with extra protection. Especially when your goin' in blind. I know you have your powers, magic, or whatever. But just take them to give me peace of mind. Please," Evan pleaded with her. Sighing Anna nodded and placed them in the holsters on her thighs. She never really liked guns or anything of that sort. She preferred her non mechanical weapons. But more so preferred her weapons that were made specifically for her.
Which were her short sword that was strapped to her back. Then her two daggers that were tucked into her long black boots. Then her lasso at her side. Then her knives that were hidden all over her. They were all specially made for only her and her powers.Â
So she could use the weapons as a conduit for her magic at times. The weapons could absorb small amounts of her magicâs essences. It made her weapons glow with heat depending on how much magic she stored in said weapon. They could burn through pretty much anything depending on how much magic was stored in them. It was another form of weapon she could use.Â
After Anna was done collecting her weapons with Evan's help. She was soon guided to the rear of the ship by Evan. Where the Alpha team was. They were looking at Evan and Anna with confusion.Â
"We've seem to have run into a problem. Gold here is gonna go out and take a look at it. We're going to be on stand by so if anything happens. Remember we are still on a mission. So, be ready for anything. Anything can still happen. While she is out we'll be keeping an eye on her from the monitors," Evan explained to them.Â
Going over what is happening with them. As he took out a small touch pad and pressed a few buttons on the screen. He swiped the screen and a large hologram monitor soon appeared on the wall. Showing the team what was outside in front of the ship blocking their way still. Many were shocked at the orb. Causing them to ask questions. Which led Evan to answer what he could. Â
"Alright that's it with the questions for now we're wasting time. We need to get this over with okay. Goldie, remember what I said. Take a look, do what you can, but if you need to get out of there. Get out," Evan declared. Leading the team to quiet down. He then turned to Anna.Â
Who nodded at his request. As she walked past everyone to get to the back opening. Waiting for the hatch to open. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath. Composing herself to fly, and preparing herself for anything. Evan sighed as he walked to the side of the opening reaching for the latch. Looking at her for a moment making sure she was ready.
"You ready?" Evan asked her. Opening her eyes Anna took another deep breath, nodded, and gave him a thumbs up. Seeing her make the gesture he sent her a nod. Â
"Alright be careful Aunt Anna. Remember we got our family night coming up,"Â Evan reminded her with a smile. Anna giggled and nodded. Before pointing at the latch. Evan was hesitant but reluctantly pulled it. Opening the back of the ship, making wind blow and whip around them.Â
Looking at Evan one last time she sent him a small salute. Then before he could say anything else she ran forward and jumped out of the back of the ship. The last thing she heard was the team laugh. As Evan cursed at her for scaring him.
A laugh escaped her as she fell from the ship. But soon she found herself closing her eyes. Anna allowed herself to fall and feel the wind rush past her. Feeling the wind against her skin. She could feel the rush and sensation of falling. And enjoyed the feeling. Letting herself feel free. She wishes she could stay like this for a while longer. But Anna knew she had a task.
So sighing she opened her shining eyes. Feeling the power she had within. Soon a luminescent gold light appeared at her chest. As the light appeared so did the warmth. Feeling it Anna smiled and allowed the feeling to grow and wash over her.
Allowing her powers to engulf her whole. And soon a gold shimmering light surrounded Anna. She then stopped falling and was hovering in the vast sky. With a gold light shimmering around her, that was her magic. Wrapped around her like a blanket. Keeping her safe and in the air.Â
Looking around she saw the lights of the city above and below. Noting they would be going off soon because of the time. Then she found the carrier ship above her. She needed to get to the front of the ship, and check out this orb of light. Then try to move it. Nodding to herself she then willed her powers to carry her forward.Â
She smiled behind her mask as she flew through the sky. Loving the feeling of soaring through the air. With her task in mind she was quick to reach her destination. Which was the front of the ship. Looking over her shoulder at the front windows of the ship. She could see the pilots, a few of her teammates, and Evan. She shook her head and waved. Before turning and making her way towards the orb of light. She was growing closer and closer to the light.Â
Before she stopped abruptly. Her smile falling from her lips as a frown washed over her. The feeling it was giving off. It was a familiar magic. It was a magic she hasn't felt in such a long time from anywhere but herself. Even then her own magic seemed tainted. But this sort of power or magic was pure. And it was from her old life, from her old world Prythian.
"You okay Goldie?"Â Â Â Â Â
Anna heard Evan through her speaker ask. Quickly reaching for the comms on her mask. She was about to answer him and explain what was happening. When suddenly the air shifted around her. She then watched as the orb of light moved closer to her. She was quick to glide and move back but it kept coming closer to her. Anna had no clue what to do.Â
She kept slowly moving back more. Trying to keep a distance from the orb of light. That is until she heard it. A loud noise similar to the snapping of a whip and thunder. A noise that haunted her dreams. It was the same noise she heard when she was pushed into that portal by Amarantha. It caused her to stiffen in a state of fear. But the difference now was this time she was hearing it more than once.
She was quick to cover her ears. Feeling overwhelmed by the noises. All she could hear was the whipping noise mixed with loud thunder and Evan on the comms. She was quick to ignore them and pull herself together. And was soon trying to fly away as fast as she could. Anna only got so far when she felt the wind pick up around her. She could feel the magic that was controlling the wind. She felt the force of it against her powers. It caused a scream to escape her as she tried to keep a hold on her powers. As the wind pushed her closer and closer to the orb.Â
Tears began to fall from Anna's eyes as she tried to fight against the force. Anna didn't know how to feel. She knew that this may be her way home. And a part of her was hoping for it. But then another part of her was scared and filled with fear. What if this was just another portal to another world she didn't know? What if someone or even Amarantha was just playing with her and was sending her to another world?Â
It has been too long for this portal to just come out of nowhere and send her back to Prythian. It seemed too easy. Which meant it was most likely to send her to another world. That was the only thing that was coming to her mind.Â
It was what caused her to fight against the current. But it was no use, it was too much. Anna cried because there was nothing she could do to keep from going into the portal. And Anna knew that she needed to stop fighting so she could preserve her magic. So she wasn't defenseless in the next world.Â
Looking at the ship one last time. Anna could see her team rushing around through the windows. Seeming to try and find a way to get to her. They were all somewhat a blur to her. But the one she could see clearly was Evan yelling. More tears fell thinking of him. Evan and his father were going to be the only ones she was going to miss from this world. The only ones who she hasn't lost. In that moment she focused on Evan's voice that was coming through the comms. She could hear him yelling frantically through the comms. But the last thing she heard was his cry for her.
"Aunt Annamarie."Â
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The way your Joel headcanons got me - a full grown ass woman - giggling and kicking my feet like a goddamn school girl is so so embarrassing, but gosh those headcanons are so fucking GOOD! Really really hope we get to see some more of that around here ;)
heheh thank you!! iâm glad you enjoyed them so much!! i love joel in his entirety so writing for him is something i shouldâve done sooner! trust me, the joel brainrot is so real and there will be plenty of him posted!! if you havenât, check out my other fics about him as well! đ€
(maybe iâll start a âone-night standâ series with joel hehe :3)
#zevrra replies#anon reply#joel miller#tbh if my âdarlin 2.0â does well i might just turn it into a series#and actually write a plot for it LOL#who knows!!#but iâm glad you enjoyed the hcâs!#make sure to check out my other fics too!!
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Fair is Fair
We get to learn a little bit about Mina in this fic. Turns out she's a little needy.
Length 2.3K
Mina X Mreader
Previous Part
Once Chaeyoung had left your home, you lay on the couch, wanting nothing more than to relax when your phone began vibrating. It was a series of messages. âWhy did Momo get a turn?â was the first one that got your attention. You wonder who would know about your night with Momo and Jihyo. Curiosity gets the best of you, and you open your messages. You scroll to the top and realize itâs Mina messaging you. The rest of her messages were her complaints about being left out.
âIâm not the one that decided that,â you reply.
âWell, I want a turn; itâs been so long since Iâve been with someone.â She texts back before she begins calling your phone. You pick up the phone and instantly hear Mina's voice come through, âItâs not fair that Momo gets to have fun with you. We share everything, and she shouldnât be able to have fun with you alone.â she repeats, her voice high. Minaâs whines were odd to you. From the small amount of time you had spent together, she had acted much more like a lady, so her complaining like a bratty child was weird, for lack of a better word.Â
âMina, things just happened. What do you want me to do about it.â
âTonight, you and I are going out, no ifs, ands, or buts.â
âMina,â
âNo, weâre going out.â Mina whines, the soft pounding of something heard in the background. On the other side of the phone, Mina kicked her feet against her bed, cheeks full of air as she pouted. âI want to go out tonight, and then we can spend the night at your place. Chaeyoung got to fuck you last night, why canât I?â You question the last part, your mind working slowly until you figure out that the friend Chaeyoung had been talking about was, in fact, Mina. âChaeyoung was showing us pictures last night, and I couldnât believe it was you. I want my turn now!â She whined, kicking her feet again.Â
You reluctantly agree, too tired to put up a fight. âAlright, fine, but you plan the date.âÂ
âReally?â Mina almost shouts, the glee in her voice ringing out.
âYes, give me the details, and Iâll meet you there.â You were already tired of the situation. You place your phone on the coffee table before shutting your eyes.Â
When you wake up from your short nap you have several messages on your phone from Mina, including the time and place for your date. You check the clock and realize there isnât much time left. You get yourself ready, already regretting giving in to Mina so easily. You head to the address Mina had sent you. Arriving at the address, you double-check to make sure itâs the right place. You question Minaâs choice of a Lego cafe, but soon enough, you see her arrive, standing outside the cafe and typing something out on her phone. Your phone buzzes a second later, âWhere are you?âÂ
âOkay, guess this is the right place.â You say to yourself before getting out of the car. You walk up to Mina, who smiles when she sees you. Sheâs dressed casually, wearing oversized jeans and a hoodie.
âLetâs go!â Mina says, taking your hand and heading inside, grabbing a table for the two of you.Â
âWhat kind of place is this Mina?â
âItâs a Lego cafe,â Mina says, stating the obvious.
âI know that, but why here? Why have the date here?â
âItâs fun,â Mina says, pulling out a set of legos from under her sweater. You feel like youâre in another world as Mina begins playing with the set. Looking at the box, you see itâs a car sheâs building. Youâre more confused than anything else; you never would have thought Mina would be interested in something like this. Seeing her pull a box set from under her sweater was another can of worms in and out of itself. You watch the young woman smile to herself as she puts the pieces together. It was cute, almost innocent. You feel out of place as she continues to build the car. âWeâll get you a set,â Mina says without looking up at you.Â
As the waiter comes around, Mina takes charge, ordering coffee for both of you and a Lego set for you to work on. You sighed briefly, âI didnât expect this would be our date. I thought youâd want to do something else.â You pick at the set Mina had chosen for you; it was a set of flowers, something simple.
You build your set while watching Mina work on hers, âDo you do this often?â
She nods, focusing intently on the tiny stickers she had to place on the Lego pieces. âYeah, I think itâs fun building these sets. Most guys donât really like it, though; they think itâs childish.â
âIt kind of is, but if you enjoy it, you should be able to share that.â You reply as you look through the instructions. âIf they donât like it and donât want to date you because of it, thatâs their problem.â Mina glances up from her set, looking at you before continuing to build it.
âThanks,â she murmurs. âItâs peaceful building these,â Mina pauses as the coffee arrives, taking her time to sip from the hot cup before returning to her build.
âI thought you would just want to get straight to business. Not go on a date first.â
âI-well, I thought it would be rude to go to your house and do it.â Mina stammers, âI thought this would be better; besides, I wanted to build this set. Iâve had it for a month.â Mina says, trying to give another reason for the date. She hoped you wouldnât see the price tag on the box. She had bought the Lego set before coming here. After your call with her had ended, she got flustered and went out to buy it.Â
âSo what else do you like?âÂ
âGames, video games,â Mina says, drawing out another question from you. âI like Minecraft; itâs a lot like Legos. I like building things more than going on adventures.â You nod along and continue asking Mina questions about herself. She slowly grows more comfortable as the date goes on, and once she finishes her build and you finish yours, the two of you decide to leave.
Mina places her little car in the back seat, with your plant, staring at them as you drive home, hoping nothing happens to them.
As you arrive in the parking lot, Mina slips a pill into her mouth and swallows it, preparing herself for a long evening. The effects are immediate as she feels her body begin to heat up. Walking to the door, Mina grows anxious, her body growing needy.
Reaching the door, Mina throws herself at you, wrapping her arms around your neck as she presses her lips against yours. âLetâs get started,â You struggle to open the door but eventually manage it, moving inside with Mina. She grabs your hands, moving them under her sweater. You feel her toned stomach as she drags your arms up her body until you reach her modest chest. Mina cranes her neck, letting you mark her body with hickeys as you lead her to the bedroom. Minaâs nipples rub against the palm of your hand, and she lets out a light moan as you squeeze her breasts. You push the door open and place Mina on the bed. You pull the hoodie off her before continuing to mark her body, her moans growing louder as you tease her nipples. Mina holds you against her chest, wanting to keep you there forever as you begin tugging at her jeans.Â
Mina grabs your hands, stopping your advance. When you look up at her, her eyes are already on yours. âBefore we keep going, I want to tell you something, but you have to promise not to tell anyone else.âÂ
âOkay, I promise,â You state to her, staring into her eyes and creating a sense of trust.
âMomo doesnât know about this, butâŠâ Minaâs face becomes flushed as she struggles to finish her sentence. âCan I call you Daddy? I like it better this way; please take the lead.â
For the second time today, Mina stunned you. âUhm, sure, thatâs fine.â This version of Mina was a lot different from the woman you had sex with a couple of weeks ago. Whereas when she was drunk, she degraded herself, Mina seemed more soft when she was sober. Mina giggles as she unbuttons her jeans and lets you pull them off. You become distracted, thinking to yourself how Mina has been the opposite of what you expected of her as she reaches down and rubs your bulge.Â
âYouâre so big,â Mina whispers, âCan I see it, Daddy?â You nod and lay back on the bed, letting Mina pull your pants off you; she slowly moves her head over your crotch, her long fingers pulling at your underwear. A smile creeps onto Mina as she tugs at your underwear, and your cock flops out. She grasps it gently, her hand moving along it slowly.
âKeep going, Mina, that feels good.â You groan.
The young woman drips her saliva onto your cock, spreading it out as she runs her hand along her shaft. âI want you, Daddy, in here.â She says, placing her other hand on her stomach. Mina stares into your eyes as she strokes your cock, her body growing hotter as she becomes more eager to move on. Mina flashes her gummy smile as she uses both hands to stroke your cock, rubbing the tip with the palm of one as the other runs along your shaft. You groan Minaâs name, the pleasure flowing through you as she leans down and kisses the tip. Mina smiles after, feeling shy.Â
âMina, I want you.â The young womanâs heart skips a beat after hearing your order. She straddles you, rubbing her lips along your cock and moaning as she prepares herself. The heat coming from your cock, makes Mina want more. She doesnât wait long before lifting herself and rubbing the tip between her folds. Light moans escape Minaâs lips as she slowly sinks onto your cock, her walls squeezing your shaft as she slips more into her cunt. Mina places her hands on your chest as she begins to feel full.Â
Mina rides you, her hips rocking back and forth as she leans back. âYouâre so big,â she groans. The young woman bites her lip as she moves up and down your shaft, slowly putting more force into her bounce as she takes every inch inside her. âMmm, Daddy,â Mina moans, her strength slowly leaving her body, leaving you to thrust into her. You roll Mina onto her back and lift her lower half, continuing to thrust into her. Minaâs moans only get louder; she grips the bedsheets, getting closer to cumming. She wraps her arms around you, holding you tightly as you ram more of your length inside her. âD-daddy, youâre so deep,â she whines, her legs wrapping around you. You kiss Minaâs neck and listen to her whimpers. Your hands grip the back of her thighs; they quiver as you push Mina closer to her climax.
âCum for me, baby. Cum for Daddy,â you growl in a low voice. Minaâs body tenses, and she cries out as she cums. You continue thrusting into her tightening cunt, driving Mina mad. She continues to moan, âDaddy, wait!â She whines, her body becoming overrun by the pleasure.Â
âIâm going to cum, Mina,â you groan.Â
âI want Daddyâs cum. I want it inside me,â Mina moans, the pleasure breaking her as she feels your cock throbbing inside her. As you're about to cum you bury yourself inside Mina, your cum pouring into her cunt. âOh, Daddy, more,â Mina moans. You kiss the young woman, shutting her up for a moment as you enjoy her body, her cunt milking you.
âDoes my baby want more?â You ask, running your finger between Minaâs tits.Â
âYes, Daddy. Please give me more,â Mina says, biting her fingertip as she uses her other hand to spread her lips. âPlease fuck me again, Daddy.â The sight of your seed leaking out of her cunt gets you hard again, and you slide back into Mina, gripping her ass as you begin thrusting again.Â
As you fuck her to another climax, you feel something rub against your finger. Moving your hand just a little, you feel a plug. âDoes my baby have a plug in her?â You whisper into Minaâs ear.Â
âYes, Daddy.â Mina says with a pout, âI want to save that for later.â she says softly. You leave it alone for now and continue fucking the young woman until youâre both exhausted. As you lay beside Mina, your chest heaving, you comment on her other side.
âThis is a lot different from our first time together. So you have Sharon, and this is Mina?â
Mina looks away from you, covering her face. âItâs only when Iâm drunk. I say a lot of things when Iâm drunk.â She admits.
You laugh at Mina, âOh yeah? Like âcum inside my slutty pussyâ or âfuck me like a whoreââ Minaâs mind flashes back to the first time you had sex, and she grows more embarrassed. âSo, which do you like more?â You lean in closely to Minaâs ear and run your hand along her body, pushing two fingers inside her cum-filled cunt. âOr is it both?â You ask her, âAre you my slutty baby?â Mina gasps, and her body shivers. She bites her lip and nods.
âI like both,â
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Rub You the Right Way
Pairing: Choso x f!reader
Rating: Explicit â MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
Word Count: ~4.1k
cw: female reader, 2nd-person POV, explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut â oral sex (cunnilingus, fellatio), hand job, face-riding, face-fucking, use and mention of sex toys, cum eating
Summary: You've always been cordial with your shy next-door neighbor Choso. One day, you receive the package you've been expecting, finding out a little too late that it isn't your package at all; it's his. What you find inside makes you wonder that maybe your sweet and quiet neighbor has wild side, one youâre curious to see for yourself.
Authorâs Notes: First Choso fic! Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are not expected but always appreciated. Consider this my unofficial return from hiatus. Enjoy! Divider by the wonderful and super talented @/cafekitsune!
part 7 of to all the boys who live next door anthology series
The trek home from the office is especially grueling today. Your backpack is heavy with a clunky work laptop thatâs been due for an upgrade along with a pile of documents that need to be reviewed ASAP. One hand carries the dinner you bought at the station while the other hoists a heavy bag of groceries you picked up during lunch, thinking it would be productive to get as much of your errands done today before hunkering down for the weekend to do a job that doesnât pay you enough to work overtime.Â
You eventually arrive to your apartment complex, making one more necessary pit stop to the mail room. Inside, you recognize the distinct pink-hair of the boy standing in front of the lockers. Heâs your next-door neighborâs younger brother who visits from time-to-time. âHi Yuji!â you beam at him.Â
He turns to face you, eyes crinkling happily as he smiles. âHey! Howâs it going?â
You drop your bags to open your own locker. âIâm alright. Got a busy weekend working. And you?â
He kneels down towards the boxes in front of him. âSame, except studying for exams.â
âAre you picking up your brotherâs packages?â Itâs a well-known fact by now that Choso isnât fond of leaving his apartment or interacting with people in general. It doesnât bother you though; heâs a great neighbor who barely makes a peep. Never has he ever rubbed you the wrong way, despite his reclusive nature. Sometimes, through his brother, heâll give you an offering of cookies from the batch he baked that week. On the days youïżœïżœïżœre working overtime, heâll send Yuji to check in on you, making sure youâre not too stressed or overexerted. And on the rare occasion that the two of you meet face-to-face, either entering or leaving the apartment at the same time, your heart skips just the tiniest beat at how his face softens when you greet him with a smile. From these tiny gestures alone, youâve determined that Choso Kamo is a sweetheart. Quiet, but most importantly, a sweetheart.
Yuji slides the stack out from Chosoâs locker, answering you. âYup. I also had some stuff delivered here, so I figured Iâd just grab everything.â
You stare at the small package in your own locker, evaluating how youâre going to carry it to your room in one trip. Thereâs no space in any of the bags and youâre almost convinced that you can balance it on top of your head as if you actually possess the proper skills to do so (you donât). âNeed help?â Yuji chuckles. Before you answer, he grabs it, placing it on top of a box similar in size on his stack.
âThank you so much!â
As the elevator rides to the third floor, you continue to chat casually with Yuji. The two of you walk to your neighboring rooms and when he reaches for his keys, the stack topples over, the boxes now strewn across on the hallway floor. He blushes, collecting them hastily back into a neat pile. âIâm sorry, I hope there isnât anything fragile in there.â He quickly slides you a box, avoiding your gaze to hide his embarrassment.Â
It's new office supplies you ordered for your workstation at home, so you hardly care even if there is a bit of damage done. âDonât worry about it, itâs all good,â you assure him, using your foot to push it towards your front door. âThank you for your help, Yuji. Tell your brother I say hi.â
âWill do. Have a good night.â
Finally home, you drop all your belongings, letting out a relieved sigh. One-by-one, you put everything away: the groceries in their appropriate places, your lukewarm dinner in the microwave, and all your work junk on the dining table, where youâll be sat at for most of this weekend starting tomorrow. You save the package for later, planning to refill your supplies tonight so you donât have to worry about it the next morning.
You soon find out that something even better is waiting for you inside.Â
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Choso is sprawled on the couch, too lazy to cook dinner. He ordered delivery from Yujiâs favorite pizza joint a few blocks away, which should be arriving any minute now, according to his calculations. When he hears the door open, he sits up, watching his brother enter with a tower of boxes in his hands. âI donât remember ordering that much stuff,â he grumbles, standing up to help him.Â
âMost of these are mine. I think only this one is yours.â Yuji passes him a small box, which Choso quickly grabs to toss into his room, hoping to avoiding any questions about it. Truth be told, the contents of that box is way too embarrassing to explain to his precious baby brother. Inside is the sex toy he recently purchased online. Itâs essentially a silicone cock sleeve, open on both ends for simple clean-up, made entirely of pliable material for ease and comfort. To put it simply, itâs a fleshlight. A state-of-the-art, new and improved fleshlight, he would like to emphasize. Heâs been looking forward to using it all week and once Yuji leaves tonight, heâs going to give it a proper test run until heâs a puddle in the sheets.Â
Itâs been a while since Chosoâs been intimate with someone other than himself. A few bad breakups and past betrayals have led him to distrust most people outside of his intimate circle. The unpredictable nature of people, strangers, is frightening to him, so itâs better to avoid them completely. He has the luxury of working a job thatâs fully remote, and aside from his brothers and the few colleagues he is forced to converse with periodically, itâs easy for him to remain a recluse, and heâs perfectly content with that. As for his sexual needs, heâs managed to make it this far in this drought thanks to sex toys and pornography. And while heâs aware that itâs not the most glamorous lifestyle, it works for him.Â
âBy the way, your neighbor says hi,â Yuji mentions, opening his packages one-by-one. âShe came into the mailroom.â
Choso says your name in the form of a question to clarify, though heâs certain of the answer. The only other human contact he has outside his circle is with you, his next-door neighbor. He doesnât leave the house much, but on the occasion he does, he always hopes itâs you he runs into. He often worries that one day, youâll realize what a pathetic loner he is and stop showing him that gorgeous smile of yours. So far, that hasnât happened yet, so he cherishes those tiny moments every chance he gets. Something about that smile, something about you, makes him feel good. Safe. Â
âYup,â Yuji confirms. âShe had her hands full, so I helped her carry a package.â
Before Choso can inquire any further, thereâs a knock on the door, signaling the arrival of their pizza. After thanking the delivery man, the two gather at the dining table, ready to dig into their dinner. Choso listens intently as Yuji laments on his weekly occurring university woes with a mouth full of pepperoni and sausage. As much as he adores his younger brother, heâs eager for his departure so he can have alone time to break in his new toy.
At eleven, without a crumb left of the pizza and the recycling bin filled with flattened cardboard boxes, Yuji finally announces that heâs leaving. He stuffs his newly delivered items, which includes textbooks, notepads, and a bunch of miscellaneous items, in his bag. âIâll see you next week, bro. Take care of yourself,â he says, squeezing his big brother into a warm embrace. Thereâs always the smallest hint of concern in his voice whenever he leaves like this. Does he worry about him? For living a life of seclusion, constantly in fear of the outside world? Sure, it may sound lonely. In fact, it is lonely. But itâs easier to stay safe in the comfort of his own home than risk being hurt from the unknown. Itâs better this wayâŠisnât it?
Choso muses on his brotherâs parting words in the silence of his apartment for much longer than he intends to. He decides that the best way to keep him from spiraling further is a distraction, and that means fucking himself silly into temporary bliss until he knocks out for the night. Hidden away in various drawers of his bedroom are a plethora of options to choose from: vibrators, masturbators, cock rings, even the sex doll tucked deep in his closet. Tonight, however, is all about his shiny new toy. Pristine and untouched for him to ruin as much as he wants. He picks it up from the floor, ripping the tape off quickly, too impatient to inspect the exterior for any potential damage. When a stapler drops, almost hitting his feet, he stares down at it, confused. Thinking itâs a weird bonus item the sex shop has sent him, he chuckles nervously, still searching. Each item he uncovers leaves him more and more baffled: a container of paper clips, a wad of sticky notes, bundles of red pens, another fucking stapler. Finally, he checks the shipping label ripped partially from his haste, whatever color remaining on his face draining completely.Â
This isnât his. Itâs yours.
Which meansâŠ
By the way, your neighbor says hi. She came into the mailroom.
She had her hands full, so I helped her carry a package.
Oh fuck.Â
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Itâs near midnight when youâre ready to turn in for the night. You almost forget about the box sitting idly on the floor by your shoes, exactly where you left it a few hours ago. With your computer all set up for work tomorrow, you think itâs best to organize your new supplies before you actually do forget. At your desk, you open the package with a pair of scissors, excited for the new staplers you bought, a standard one and a heavy duty one. Itâs surprising how neatly itâs wrapped, covered in tissue paper like some sort of gift. After removing all the extra layers, you finally get to the reveal, which renders you speechless. Â
Nestled neatly amongst more delicate tissue paper, the translucent material almost luminous against the dim glow from the lamplight, is a sex toy. Call it what you want: a penis stroker, a male masturbator, a pocket pussy. Thereâs absolutely no doubt in your mind what is before you. A fucking fleshlight.
Besides the obvious appearance, the dead giveaway is the user manual included with it, displaying in big, bold print âThe Cock Stroker 3000 â New and Improved!â. Lifting the box up to inspect the shipping label, you notice that it says Chosoâs name, not yours. If you werenât so stunned by this unexpected discovery, youâd be giggling at the absurdity of it all. Instead, youâre gawking at the lewd gadget, unsure what to do next.Â
âFuck!âÂ
An intense shout from the other side of the wall snaps you out of it. Thatâs the loudest youâve ever heard your neighbor, and you can only assume that he has also just realized this unfortunate mix-up. Thereâs no way the two of you can pretend this isnât happening. Besides, the last thing you want is for Choso to think you have a bad impression of him after this. Because you donât, not one bit. Itâs perfectly normal for people to have sex toys. In fact, itâs healthy. Even the thought of him using it on himself intrigues you. The hungry expression on his face, tongue lolling out of his mouth, those usually pale cheeks blushing a deep red. The obscene squelch of the wet silicone surrounding his engorged cock, leaking with precum. Closer and closer to the edge, ready to burst any second with your lips near the tip, ready to swallow his loadâŠ
You almost curse out loud yourself, ashamed for having such lewd thoughts about your sweet, innocent next-door neighbor. But maybe heâs not as innocent as you think.
Ultimately, you decide the best way to move forward from this is to nip it in the bud. With the opened package in your hands, you walk over to his front door, knocking three times. You hear a faint, âFuck, fuck, fuck,â from within, then hurried footsteps growing louder. Without removing the chain lock, he answers, peering at you through the narrow crack, not saying anything.
Nervous, you greet him with the best smile you can muster. âHi Choso. I think there was a little mix-up.â
He clears his throat before mumbling a short, âYeah.â
You glance away from him, staring at the floor, too embarrassed to meet his gaze for this next part. âI opened it without checking the label first. Iâm so sorry.â
He shuts the door suddenly, startling you. Thereâs the distinct rattle of the chain being fiddled with and the door swings open fully, Choso towering over you, a serious expression on his face. He shows you a box, revealing all the office supplies you ordered earlier in the week. Without saying another word, you do the exchange, anticipating that this will be the end of it.Â
It surprises you when he apologizes quietly, focused on the small space separating you. âIâm sorry you had to see that.â He hides it behind his back, as if doing so will erase the image of it from your memory. âYou must think Iâm disgusting.â
You shake your head, ignoring the instinct to step closer and comfort him with a hug. The last thing you want to do is cross even more lines tonight. âI donât, not even the slightest. Itâs okay, Choso. This is totally normal and totally fine.â
âYou donât have to say that â â
âBut I mean it! I really do! Thereâs nothing wrong with it!â Desperate for him to believe you, you confess, âI have sex toys too, plenty of them!â
This time, he actually looks at you with a mixture of intrigue and skepticism. âYou donât have to lie for my sake.â
âIâm not lying!â you urge him.Â
He retreats inside his apartment, speaking once again through the crack. âI appreciate you trying to make this better, but I think itâs best that we never speak again. Goodnight.â
With that, he shuts the door, leaving you with a lump in your throat, devastated. In your frenzied attempt to fix this, you return to your room, searching your bedside drawer for your favorite vibrator. If words arenât enough to convince him, then maybe actual proof will. Without taking a moment to reconsider the hole youâre digging yourself deeper and deeper into, you pound on his door, the sex toy clasped in your other hand.Â
When he answers, you shove it in his face, vindicated that you can prove your point with physical evidence. âSee? I told you! I have toys too, so thereâs nothing for you to be ashamed about.â
He squints at the vibrator squeezed in your fist as if inspecting it like a foreign object. âThatâs it?â
You glare at him, offended by his response. âWhat do you mean?â
He tilts his head to examine it at another angle. âThereâs only one button.â
âOne button is all I need,â you argue, defensive about your favorite being criticized. âSure, itâs small, but thatâs what I like about it. It fits comfortably in my hand and with just a single push of the button, I can experience three different levels of intensity. What more do I need?!âÂ
He smirks, amused at your rambling. âI just donât see how something this simple can be useful, thatâs all.â  Itâs the closest to a smile youâve seen from him; it has your belly fluttering.Â
You hold back a laugh. âI bet it packs more of a punch than that Cock Sucker 2000 or whatever.â
â3000,â he corrects, grinning, causing your heart to race. âI havenât tried it yet, but itâs the best on the market right now.â He hesitates, his next words coming out of his mouth slowly, testing the waters. âMaybe you can show me what your little toy can do. Prove me wrong.â
You never expected this from him, but thatâs what makes this exciting. All you can think of in this moment is showing him just how wet you can get. âFine,â you agree, stepping towards him. âBut only if you show me what your little toy can do, too.â
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Never in a million years did Choso predict that this would be the outcome of your bizarre mix-up. You, his next-door neighbor, on his bed, naked from the waist down. Your t-shirt riding up your stomach with your legs split apart, the cute vibrator you love so much pressed to your clit. He kneels in front of you, too transfixed at the erotic sight before him to give attention to the erection strained in his sweatpants.Â
âYouâre next,â you say, glancing at his lap.
He nods, all the confidence he had just a few minutes ago when he initially proposed this idea thrown out the window. Now, heâs back to being his nervous self, afraid to be vulnerable with someone he barely knows.Â
You set the vibrator beside you, closing your legs. âAre you okay?â
Heâs frozen, tempted to call the whole thing off. Go back to being neighbors and nothing more. Go back to being lonely Choso and pathetic Choso, whoâs scared of everyone and everything  and âÂ
âHey.â Itâs only now he realizes that the two of you are face-to-face, foreheads pressed, noses touching. Your voice is gentle, your palms soft on his cheeks. You smile at him, full of warmth and compassion. âWe donât have to do this if you donât want to.â
âItâs been a while since Iâve been with someone,â he admits. âIâm nervous.â A myriad of what-ifs play out in his head. What if heâs bad? What if you donât like it? What if this ruins whatever sliver of hope the two of you have at being friends? At being anything more?Â
âWeâll go slow then,â you assure him, brushing your lips to his. That genuine smile of yours is enough to convince him that itâs worth the risk. That, and how fucking good it feels to have your mouth on his. He closes his eyes, leaning into the kiss, relishing the warmth of your breath. He finds himself gradually losing control of his inhibitions, his carnal instincts taking over, hungry for more of you. He slips his tongue inside, swirling around yours, kisses growing frantic and sloppy. You tug at the collar of his shirt, pulling him towards you. His heart pounds in his chest as he roams your body, fingers grazing your perked nipples from outside your top. You whisper his name, so luscious and sweet in your voice. Heâd be lying if he said heâs never imagined it before. How youâd sound whimpering from his touch. How youâd feel between his massive hands. How youâd look with his cock filling you up to the brim.
He canât stand it anymore. Heâs aching, begging for release from the confines of his pants. Quickly, he removes them, freeing his throbbing erection. You gasp, marveling at the size of it. âOh fuck, Choso. Youâre so big.â
âYeah?â he breathes out, fumbling for the Cock Sucker 3000 beside him. He slathers a generous amount of lube on his shaft and inside the toy. Foreheads pressed together once more, you both focus on his lap, watching it sink smoothly down his dick. The coldness of the lube and rubbery flexibility of the silicone surrounding him is familiar, though having someone spectate makes this all the more titillating.Â
âFuck,â you swear, amazed at how it covers his entire length. You ogle at him as he starts slowly, eventually increasing to a steady pace. Your pussy flutters, incredibly aroused to see this man pumping his cock in front of you. For you. Â
âDo it with me.â His gaze flickers to the vibrator beside you. âYou should feel good too.â
You spread your legs, displaying your cunt to him, already sopping wet with arousal. His eyes follow your every move as you tease the tip slowly up and down your pussy lips. Finding the right spot on your clit, you place your finger on the button of the toy, bracing yourself for whatâs to come. As soon as you press it, the vibrations from level one alone are enough to send you wild. Knees shaking, feet flexing, moans pouring out of your open mouth. He continues to watch you, restraining his grunts as he strokes himself faster. Desperate for more, you click the button twice, increasing the vibrations to the max level. Within seconds, youâre coming, back arched and head thrown into the pillows behind you. Tossing the vibrator aside, you stare up at the ceiling, dizzy and disoriented from your ecstatic high, pussy shiny with your orgasm. Chosoâs voice is so faint, you donât understand him at first. You sit up to face him, waiting for him to repeat himself.Â
âCan you ride my face?â he asks meekly.Â
More than willing to accept his request, you nod in response, grinning. His expression relaxes and when you lean nearer to him, palm pressed flat on his chest, he even cracks a smile as heâs lies down on the bed, eager to have you like this. You straddle him, facing away from the headboard while his head rests at the foot of the bed. Carefully, you lower yourself until his mouth is pressed to your pussy. His tongue circles your clit slowly and he releases his grip from his toy to hold onto your ass, squeezing the soft flesh firmly. You donât take your eyes off each other as you rub yourself across his face, his mouth open, swallowing every drop of you. When you reach your second orgasm, youâre practically bouncing on him as he smothers himself deeper, humming in satisfaction as he sucks hard on your clit, flicking it with his tongue.Â
You lift yourself off him, spent and completely wrecked. Still, you want to touch him, treat him as well as he treated you, make him come as hard as you did. You position yourself between his thighs, admiring the silicone sleeve hugging his dick. âYour turn.â
Sitting up on his elbows, he watches as you grab hold of the toy, stroking him with it. He moans, tongue hanging of his mouth, drool leaking from the corners of his lips, eyes half-lidded. His moans turn into whimpers when you start cradling his balls with your other hand, his body twitching from the sensation. The tip peeks out from the other end, a thick wad of precum collecting at the slit, so enticing that youâre salivating for a taste.
âYour mouth,â he stammers, barely able to speak.
âWhat?â you ask breathily, inching closer and closer.Â
âWant your mouth.â He swallows hard, voice trembling. âPlease.â
Excited, you remove the toy from him, in awe at the way his fat cock flops heavily against his abdomen. You take him in your fist, loving how hot and throbbing he is in your grip. Heâs coated in lube and precum, so slippery with your fingers wrapped around his girth. Unable to resist any longer, you bow your head, licking the pearl off the tip, savoring the taste. He shudders, letting out a loud, âFuck!âÂ
Itâs so much better than a toy. The wet heat of your mouth surrounding him is better than any masturbator, fleshlight, pocket pussy, whatever silly contraption he uses to get by. The swirl of your tongue gliding along the shaft, the vibrations of your moans as you take him all the way to the back of your throat, the view of your pretty head bobbing up and down his lap. Nothing in his collection compares to this. This is real. You are real.Â
He fucks your throat, unable to resist bucking his hips against you, timing his thrusts to meet yours. It doesnât take much longer for him to be pushed over the edge. You pull off for a brief moment to smile at him, pumping him fast. âCome for me, Choso. Come in my mouth.â
At this, he completely loses himself, muffling his incessant moans into his forearm, too shy to watch you guzzle down his entire load until heâs milked of every last drop. You scatter delicate kisses along the entire length of him, even down to his balls. Too sensitive now, he pats you gently on the head, making you look up at him, a warm smile on your face. He smiles back, caressing your cheek, thumb grazing your soft skin. You lie beside him, nuzzling into his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow to a steady, relaxed pace. He slides his arm around you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. âThank you.â
This world is a terrifying place for Choso Kamo. But with you in his arms, he feels a bit braver. Heâs safe with you.Â
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keep her safe | lando norris
pairing: dad! lando x wife! reader (+ their teenage daughter!)
genre: fluff & angst-ish
warnings: racing crash, reader/lando's kid is in the hospital, some swearing
wc: 1.4k
summary: Nothing prepares you for the feeling of watching your daughter's first crash in formula 3.
note: this fic can be read as part of the racer girl series or as a stand alone as well!
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Lando always hated pulling the âIâm a celebrityâ card when you two were out in public. He's never wanted the special treatment that companies wanted to give him before, but the minute he sees his daughter crash in her first Formula 3 race, heâs trying to pull out every trump card he has to get his way into the medical tent.Â
âThatâs my fucking daughter in there, you canât keep her from me! This is absolutely insane! Iâm Lando fucking Norris, donât you know who I am?â Lando is yelling and yelling and you hold him back by the wrist because otherwise you think he might actually charge at the door to try and get through it.Â
He more than anyone here knows what a bad crash looks like, and from the minute he saw your daughter, Piper, go into the barriers he knew that it was a rough one. Thereâs cameras swarming around you both but he doesnât care (Itâs not like he was a PR teamâs dream when he was a driver himself). Thatâs his little girl in there and sheâs hurt. Thereâs now a full commotion in front of the medical area and Lando admits defeat as he sinks back into the wall behind him and crumbles to the floor with you following suit.Â
âSheâs afraid of needles, Y/N.â Lando says no louder than a whisper towards the shut doors âWhoâs gonna tell them that sheâs afraid of needles if Iâm not there?â
You know that if sheâs in a state where theyâre not letting you see her and sheâs being transferred to the hospital that she likely has already gotten a lot of needles and wasnât conscious enough to feel them, but you keep that information to yourself once you see the worried look on Landoâs face. This exact moment is something you two had worried about ever since your little girl first stepped in a kart, and somehow it was worse than you had ever imagined it would be.
By the time you and Lando make it to the hospital it feels like hours have gone by, even though in reality it hadnât been more than a handful of minutes. Landoâs never been more grateful for his success when a nurse recognizes him and immediately guides you both in the direction of Piperâs room. Heâs not sure he wouldâve been able to make it through a conversation right now anyways.Â
The scene inside is every parentâs worst nightmare. There are lines going in and out of Piperâs arms and bags of fluid are hung next to her bed; there are too many machines beeping and showing numbers and graphs that you just canât understand. You feel Landoâs knees buckle beside yours and you keep an arm around his waist to keep him steady. You both need each other right now, thereâs no doubt about that.Â
When Piper cries out for her daddy from the hospital bed it brings a fresh set of tears to your eyes. You canât remember the last time Piper actually called Lando daddy, it had been âdadâ for the most part or âMr.Norrisâ if she felt like being cheeky, but hearing those words from her mouth brought you right back to when she was a little girl, your little girl.Â
Lando rushes to her side and has both hands caressing her face. He knows that sheâs been checked over by the doctors, but he needs to see for himself that sheâs really okay. He presses his forehead against hers as they cry together. Youâll never fully understand what Piperâs just been through, but the man standing in front of her does all too well.Â
You hang back a bit to talk to the doctors, who try to give you a comprehensive update on her status, but as soon as you hear the words âsheâs fine and on track to make a complete recoveryâ you zone out as you finally let out the breath that it feels like youâve been holding this whole time. Youâre about to go rejoin your family once you hear the next words out of your daughterâs mouth.
âIâm sorry dad, I know this meant a lot to you.â Piper sighs as she pulls the hospital sheets up to her chin. âDid I at least make it around a lap? Am I the youngest ever female formula 3 driver to complete a lap in a grand prix?âÂ
This is when Lando has to face the music - he got so excited about his daughter dreaming of Formula 1 that he may have pushed her a little too far if his daughter is more worried about beating records than she is about her own health. Lando tries to calm his own breathing as he grabs both of Piperâs hands to lay on his own to get her full attention. He wants to make sure she fully understands what heâs about to say.
âYouâre always going to be my little girl, Pipes. Racing or not, I am always proud of you. I never want you to feel like you have to impress me.â Lando doesnât even answer Piperâs question about the record because frankly he has no idea. Heâs never once cared about awards and prizes and all of the fancy shit. All heâs ever wanted is for her to be happy, and he tells her exactly that.Â
Piper stops crying long before Lando does, and youâre amazed by the maturity your daughter shows as she starts wiping the tears from your husbandâs eyes. You all just need a little family cuddle so you do exactly that, and take a moment to appreciate the lives that the three of you have and how precious that is. The sentimental moment is only broken by your daughter, who says that she has a little request for the two of you.Â
âDo you think you can ask the doctors if they can give me the good stuff that you got back in Vegas all those years ago, dad?â Â
Moments like this remind you that Piper is her fatherâs daughter and it earns a laugh from you both.Â
âNot a chance, kid, but good try.âÂ
For the first time in what feels like years, the 3 of you sleep in one bed together. Itâs one teeny tiny hospital bed made for a teenager, so you both wake up with extremely sore backs but very full hearts. Piperâs the first to fall asleep, understandably spent from the day sheâs been through, but you notice Landoâs eyes never leave her, as if heâs worried sheâll disappear if he looks away. You reach over to grab his hand, you get it. Call it parental instinct, but that feeling of anxiety after something bad happens to your child is just something you canât push away, and you want him to know that youâre here for him. You both wordlessly take turns watching over Piper throughout the night, holding her hand through blood draws and med deliveries.Â
 Lando spends all day and night at Piperâs side while sheâs recovering, and itâs only when you and your daughter tell him that he smells absolutely horrendous and needs to go shower do you finally get him to take a beat for himself. He still calls 3 times on the drive home from the hospital alone to check how Piperâs doing, and you have to threaten to not pick up the next time he calls before he finally takes a bit of a break. So often it feels like children drift away from their parents in their teenage years, but Piperâs recovery has given you both the opportunity to spend some much needed time with her as she grows up.Â
The minute Piper is cleared by the medical team sheâs instantly back in the simulator. Sheâs a little daredevil like her daddy after all. Lando of course asks over and over again if sheâs doing this for herself and not him, the fear of making the same mistakes as earlier weighing heavy on his mind. Your daughter is nothing if not honest, so she tells him about how she loves the sport itself but also loves the way sheâs able to connect to her dad through it. Lando makes her pinky promise that sheâll let her know if she ever changes her mind on the subject, and lucky for you both, she never does.
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author's note: this was based on a lovely request from a reader! if you have any requests feel free to drop them in my ask box :) If you liked this piece and haven't read racer girl yet, give it a read because I'm sure you'll love that one too!
Until next time! - Em <;3
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IN BETWEEN | spencer reid
good riddance x spencer reid one shot series masterlist
part one, part two, part three
summary; after meeting in person for the first time, you and spencer only fall deeper when you visit him.
warnings; pure fluff again, theyâre love sick fools ur honour. fem reader, briefly mentions of anxiety and overthinking, they make each other flustered and nervous.
an; there could most definitely be a part three if u guys want one bc theres still the bridge of the song?? this fic literally sent me to the grave never again am i writing this much in one sitting i might lose all my sanity.
tags: @reidmarieprentiss @spencerreidsreads
âhe laughs at her eyes, at her smile, at the glasses on her face, he loves how he talks late at night, when there's no one else to say, how she's beautiful and funny and smart like nothin' he's ever seen, he's good to her and she wants it more than everything in betweenâ
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You didnât think your hands had ever pulled your phone from your pocket quicker than the minute it started ringing, excitement and something more lingering in your mind when Spencerâs name lit up on your screen. A smile found place on your face as you leant against the shopping cart you had been pushing around.
The minute you answered you heard him breathe out a sigh of relief, âI am so glad you answeredâ Was the first thing he said, it made your smile widen as you held the phone to your ear, your other hand pushing the cart forward.
âWhen have I not answered- I always answerâ You mutter out. It was true, not so much because you were always on your phone but because Spencer had your schedule memorised. He knew exactly when you would be free and when you wouldnât, unless something came up but you always made sure to let him know before hand. After finding out how much he panicked when you internet went out and you didnât email him for three days, you didnât want him to have to worry like that again.
You heard a warm chuckle through the phone, it sent the warmth straight to your chest. âThe 5th, I called you at 2:43 and you didnât answerâ He memorised. It made your heart fill with fondness and butterflies alight your stomach. Despite the roll of your eyes as you thought back to the date.
âI was at work! I called you back literally two seconds later, that doesnât countâ You mumbled out as your free hand reached for the shelves, placing the products in your cart gently before moving on.
You could picture his grin, on the other side of the phone. You knew he was at work, like he was more often than not. It didnât stop him from going out of his way to check in on you throughout the day, and deep down you knew how important it was to him that he did so.
âI miss youâ He said quietly, not bothering to add anything to the previous topic. His words made you grin as your lip became tucked under your teeth. You were sure to anyone else around you, you looked like a lovesick teenager. You felt like one too.
It had been two weeks since you saw Spencer for the first time, the kiss played repeatedly in your head as if your brain was rewinding a clip a million times, it made your cheeks burn all the same every time. You two hadnât necessarily talked about it, but it wasnât like either of you were avidly avoiding it.
It was enough to ensure Spencer felt some way about you, some way more than friends or internet buddies. The two of you saw each other again the next day, where you went to the a bookstore and a little cafe. He remembered you rambling in an email about the small bookstore you adored on the corner of the street near your work and then when you nervously muttered about it over the phone in the morning, he asked you to show him it.
âI know, I miss you too.â You said softly as you decided you had enough of grocery shopping, you had gotten most of the things you needed and everything else you could live without. You pushed your cart towards the checkout line.
He smiled, you couldnât see it but it was clear enough in his voice to make your heart swell at the image in your head. âDo you have any time off work?â He asked, almost nervously.
Your eyebrows furrowed as you tucked the phone into your shoulder, holding it in place with your head by your ear while you scanned your items at the self checkout. âUm, not anytime soon but I have accumulated enough sick days if necessary. Is everything okay?â You asked, slightly concerned at his sudden inquiry about your days off.
He hummed through the phone before you heard some shuffling, voices in the background but nothing clear enough that you could pick up on. âEverything is fine but, I miss youâ He repeated, as his explanation for his previous question.
You didnât know if there were any words that could explain the feeling that bubbled in your stomach. The butterflies that seemed to live there now taking over your ribcage.
You paid for your groceries before taking the bags in your hand and returning the cart, hard to do with the phone pressed tightly between your ear and shoulder, but you managed, carrying the bags in one hand towards your car as you took the phone back in your hand.
âIs this you asking me to come see you?â
It came out more teasing than you intended originally, but the soft laugh and idea of his cheeks slightly tinted was enough for you to mean it all the same. There was a moment of silence before he sighed.
âYes.â He said, before he turned into a rambling mess trying to over justify what didnât need any justification.
âI can pay for your flight - and If youâre worried about work Iâll pay you your rate. Iâll take time off work as well. You can stay at mine- If you want to of course, you donât have to. Theres some good hotels close by as well.. not the one i was telling you about the other day, the crime rates there are substantially higher than any others. I think we have had six different cases there alone, Its honestly shocking it hasnât been shut down yet. Between the crime rates and the horrible reviews I donât truely understand how they still get business, two people every week thats not a lot of money so they must be getting it else where, especially because there prices are so low, maybe thats why people still go there, ignore the bad reviews and go anywaysâ
You smiled fondly, letting the boy ramble as you got into your car after placing the groceries in the back seat. You connected your phone to the blue tooth of your car, his ramble ringing out through the radio.
âWhat reviews does your place have?â You cut him off, a hint of teasing in your voice. His rambling stopped and he went silent for a minute, making your smile only widen when you realised you had flustered the man.
He almost squeaked when he talked, âNone so far.. I can give you one though.â He muttered out trying to play along. Spencer got a lot less flustered now than he wouldâve a few years ago, you knew that because he told you how much of a nervous awkward mess he was then. You found it cute.
Still, you had a way of bringing that back out of him.
âGo onâ You encouraged softly, playfulness lacing your tone.
âWell itâs extraordinarily clean.. Warm too, but not too warm to the point itâs.. too warm.â He cleared his throat awkwardly when realising he had repeated himself. âItâs adjustableâ The temperature, if itâs too warm or not warm enough it can be um- adjusted. This is more difficult than I thoughtâ
You bite your lip, shaking your head, deciding to put the boy out of his misery. âAnd you call me a nervous rambler. Of course Iâll come see you, and stay with you.. If you want that. Youâre also not going to pay for my flight, spence. You donât need to pay me to hang out with youâ You breathed out.
âI donât want to make you pay for a plane ticket when Iâm the one asking you to come see me.â He said, his voice quiet and sincere. You knew he meant every word and it made your smile dampen slightly.
You sighed, âDonât act like I donât want to see you just as much.â You said as you turned your keys in the ignition of your car, looking behind you for a moment as you reversed out of the parking space.
âAre you driving?â He asked.
You nodded, a common occurrence of you forgetting he was unable to see you. Sometimes you forgot he wasnât right there. âUh- Yeah Iâm leaving the store. Youâre connected to my bluetooth. Im being safeâ You said, reassuring him of your safety before he even had the chance to ask.
You wondered if his worry for your safety would decreased if you lived closer to him. If he was able to see you and talk to you more. You werenât sure what specifically spiked his worry but his constant need to know you were okay, it made your chest tighten in the grip of warm hands.
After muttering a quiet, âokay, goodâ He jumped back to the previous topic before he heard the beeping of you reversing. âI want you to stay here as long as youâre comfortable with it.â He said.
âOf course I am. When do you want me to come? Theres nothing important going on at the office â Like always. so I can basically come whenever..â
Spencer breathed out a laugh before he was called back to the conference room. You heard Hotchâs voice which you had gotten more familiar with the more you talked to Spencer. âI have to go, Iâll talk to Hotch tonight and find out when its best for me to have off and Iâll call you tonight okay?â
You agree and bid your goodbye, theres a moment of comfortable silence mixed with longing before he mutters a similar sort of reply mixed with an apology for having to go, before the call ended.
A week later, the sound of chaos filled your ears the minute you got off the plane while waiting for your bag, young kids running around trying to catch one another, a man missing his flight, families reuniting. The chaos was a bittersweet feeling that provided a weird calming sensation to your nerves.
You knew the minute you saw Spencer everything would be fine, but it didnât stop the anxiety that dwindled, with the thoughts of every possible wrong outcome that may occur. It was thoughts you tried to ignore, and avoid but sometimes they made their way and consumed all your thoughts.
Once getting your bag you were able to wander towards the airport entrance way where Spencer had told you he would be. Your eyes searched the other people waiting for their own people, along with other biding goodbye.
When your eyes landed on his own you were pretty sure you could feel your heart bruising your ribcage. You wondered if you looked silly standing there looking around but those thoughts were quickly forgotten when he started walking towards you, meeting you half way as you too walked towards him.
The minute you were in reach his arms were around your waist, your body pulled flush against his. A smile filled the space on your face as your arms reached to wrap around his neck, standing on your tiptoes to better reach before he was lifting you off the ground.
A laugh left your lips before you could stop it, it was only for a moment before he was placing you back on the ground, burying his head in between your neck and shoulder as if it belonged there. The scent of his cologne mixed with his body wash took over your senses, consuming your mind.
âHiâ You whispered as you pulled back to look at his face, you felt your face flush slightly as his eyes lowered over your face, a goofy sort of smile on his face, his own cheeks flushed.
âHi.â He whispered back.
You werenât sure what to say but it didnât matter, he was already taking your hand and leading you to his car, asking about your flight until you were pulling your seatbelt on, his gaze was focused on you completely, his body turned in the drivers seat to look at you.
âI came straight from work, I was worried traffic would be horrible and I wouldnât get here in time.â He said softly as his hand brushed up to curl in on your jaw.
You leant into his touch, âI couldâve waited.â You said, the warmth of his hand sending your skin into a frenzy.
He tilted his head to the side to mirror how you leant into his touch, a wonky smile as he squinted his eye slightly. âI didnât want you to have to wait.â He said, his voice did that thing you had grown all too familiar with, where it went slightly higher in sincerity.
You smiled, âWell you made it, is there some scientific facts behind that.â You asked, looking up at him with slight soft eyes. You knew Spencer would take any opportunity possible to ramble about statistics and scientific things you didnât quite understand a lot of the time, youâd listen and love it regardless.
He paused slightly, his eyebrows furrowed. âUh- Im sure there is.. I- Um.â You mirrored his expression, eyebrows furrowed slightly at his words.
âSorry- I- I canât think straight. You look so prettyâ His words went straight to your chest and you couldâve swore you wouldâve married him on the spot, you knew deep down that was dramatic when all he did was compliment you, but it was more than that. It was the way he said it with such honesty, so gently. The way he was looking at you like you were the only person in the world.
You felt the need to change the topic. Your face slightly pulled away from his hands as you replaced them with your own hands, trying to cool the burning of your cheeks at his words. He smiled and started the car.
You let your hands cool your cheeks. âWas work okay?â You mumbled out as you turned your head back to face him, you admired the way his jawline looked and the way his hands looked holding the steering wheel, which did not help your face cool down. Your hands pulled away from your face, to rest together gently in your lap.
He looked away from the road for a moment to glance at you. His own expression slightly flustered making your heart skip a beat before his eyes returned to the road.
âNo- Well yeah- It was fine. Boring, nothing real interesting just paperwork all day.. I was just, hanging out for it to be over so I could see you. How was the flight?â He asked through a breathy chuckle, his eyes glancing back towards yours for a second, noticing the way your fingers fidgeted with themselves.
He decided to leave out how all day Derek had teased him about you, saying anything he could to make Spencerâs cheeks heat. He didnât mention the way when Emily asked why he was so moody all day he went on nearly an hour long ramble about how he just wanted the day to be over because you would be there, and then went into detail about how he had cleaned his house, bleaching it entirely just so there was absolutely no chance of any germs you couldnât contract.
âI was stressing, honestly. The airport was so busy when I got thereâ Like there was a million people, Iâm not even kidding. Iâve never been so.. overwhelmed by people and normally I donât mind but there was a lot of people Spence. Oh and then the man tried to tell me my flight was wrong, and I wanted to cry â like break down into tears in the middle of the airport, then he got his boss and everything was fine, he just read the ticket wrong. I also fell asleep and woke up to the kid next to me asking if id play uno with him â So I did of courseâ
The simple answer turned into one of your nervous blabbering sentiments he had come to adore. His hand reached over from the steering wheel while the other remained on it, it hovered slightly over yours for a second. Your breath hitched slightly cutting off your ramble, you swore at this rate you would be dead from your heart rate being too high before you even got the chance to see Spencerâs house.
When his hand peeled yours away from your lap to interlace your fingers with his your head turned towards his, a soft smile on your face as your eyes met his for a moment when he stopped at a redlight.
âIs this okay?â He asked quietly, as if he was nervous you might push him away. Your hand softened in his gentle grasp, squeezing his hand gently you smiled and nodded.
âThis is perfectâ You breathed out.
"I don't have a guest room- I should've mentioned that" Spencer said, he was leaning against the back of the couch watching you as you stood in front of his book shelf, eyes scanning over the large amount of books, your mind dancing with the memory of when he had emailed you telling you he needed one, because his books were just in piles across his living room.
You smiled fondly at the memory before you turned your head to look over your shoulder at him, eyebrows pinched together. You weren't sure what to say, was he telling you that you'd be sharing a room with him? was he saying you'd be sleeping on the sofa? was he kicking you out and telling you to find a hotel?
You pursed your lips slightly, "Right.." You hummed as you turned your body to face him. You weren't sure what you were expecting honestly, sure you spent the last week leading up to this wondering but it never went much further until you got distraction making up different scenarios and interactions in your head that you'd fall asleep thinking about.
Spencer looked awkward for the briefest moment, before he let out a breathy laugh. "You um- We can- You can sleep in my room" He said, he spoke like the words were trying to be held back in his throat. It made you smile.
"And then where will you sleep?" You asked, raising your eyebrow curiously at him.
His eyebrows dipped, "Well- In my room as well- if you are comfortable with that, or I could sleep on the sofa." He said, the crimson heat making its way over his cheeks. You couldn't help the way your smile widened.
Your head tilted, "You know, I think that would be okay." You said, your smile almost giddy as you walked towards him. He let out a heavy exhale he didn't know he was holding it at your words as the smile made its way to his face -- looking the same sort of giddy.
"Yeah you think so?" He asked, the teasing tone as if he wasn't the one flustered and nervous almost seconds ago. You nodded your head in agreement as you moved to stand in front of him. A odd overwhelming need to be closer, one you couldn't explain.
He didn't seem to mind, nor did he question it as his hands hesitantly moved to wrap around your waist. You only smiled as you found your place against his chest, letting out a gentle breath as his scent overwhelmed your senses.
There was something so comforting about his scent, there was a fresh hint from his aftershave and then something that resembled the smell of old paperbacks and espresso, it was so delicate while being intoxicating all at once. There was something familiar about it even though it wasn't a combination you had ever smelt before meeting Spencer in person.
Yet it was the sort of scent the resembled a warm hug on a cold evening at sunset, or the warmth of a smile from an old lady in a cafe on an early sunday morning.
"When did you get a book shelf?" You asked, your voice slighly muffled by the cotton of his sweater, he hadn't told you about getting it. He hummed softly and you felt the vibrations from his chest against your ear.
"Yesterday, figured you deserved better than a house full of books all over the floor." He said, his voice was quiet and just loud enough for you to hear slightly raspy as his hand gently pressed against your back, brushing over the fabric of your own sweater.
You felt your heartbeat genuinely stutter at his words, the way his voice sounded. You were standing in his arms with not a clue in the world of what any of this meant between you, but you knew you didn't want it to end, not now, not ever.
"I wouldn't of minded" You said in the same quiet tone, as if there were other people around that the two of you were trying to hide your conversation from. There wasn't, it was just the two of you yet the conversation felt intimate and sweet and it ingraved its place in your memory.
His head shifting slightly from where it rested ontop of yours. You could've swore you felt his lips brush against the top of your head, you wondered if you imagined it, made it up in your head.
"I know" He whispered softly.
The rest of the evening consisted of you and Spencer attempting to make nacho's (which was more of you making them and him leaning against the counter staring at you), making him watch the notebook after finding out he had never seen it and then regretting it when you both spent the next thirty minutes bawling like babies into each others arms.
You also spent a while trying to convince him to let you paint his nails, before giving up. He probably would've gave in if you persisted for more than two minutes before getting distracted.
Now, you had just walked out of the bathroom after changing into your pyjamas while Spencer was already sitting against the headboard, a book perched up in his hands. You stood silently watching in awe as he went through 4 pages in the time it would've take you to read one, also part focused on his hands and the way they wrapped held the book
He looked up from the book noticing you standing there, your eyes lifted to meet his. He offered you a soft smile and sat up a bit more, shuffling a bit more to the side to allow you extra room on the bed. You realised that you were still standing which made the back of your neck heat in embarrasment.
You walked over to the bed, his eyes followed you as you moved, you sat down next to him as if it was normal, like muscle memory even though you had never done it before, the idea of everything feeling so unrulely natual with Spencer made your mind a mess as you wondered what is what about him that made everything seem so.. Safe.
"Is this okay?" You were pulled from your thoughts at the sound of his voice, your eyes met his as you nodded briefly before your eyes moved back to the book in his hands, you shuffled slightly closer to him without thinking, but he had no complaints when one of his hands left the book to wrap his arm around your shoulder.
Goosebums followed where his arm laid, "Can you read aloud as fast as you can read in your head?" You asked, almost absent mindedly as you thought about what it would be like to read 20,000 words aloud in a minute, you knew his brain could process that much information but that was just because he was brilliant -- He didn't need to explain the facts to you about it, you had already decided, it was just because he was brilliant.
He laughed softly, "No, your brain can work a lot faster than your mouth can" He said softly as his finger tips brushed over your arm, a smile on his face as he looked down at you, his eyes as warm as his hand felt against your skin.
"Okay good" You mumbled out, you looked back at him for a moment feeling slightly nervous under his gaze, "What are you reading?" You asked as you shifted slightly to see the title of the book, he helped by flipping the book to its side, his fingers in between the pages to keep his place.
You 'oohed' softly, making a soft chuckle leave his lips as you leant back against his arm. He kept his eyes on you, a fond smile filling the space of his cheeks. "Its about the pyscology of love" He muttered softly, eyes trailing over your face.
You wondered if he could feel your heart beat increase in your back as it pressed against his arm. You didn't mean to pay it any thought, but the way his voice got quieter and his eyes were looking into yours. You couldn't help it.
"Read it to me?" You asked, chewing at the inside of your bottom lip nervously. You weren't sure if you would understand it completely but you didn't really mind, more focused on just listening to Spencer read.
His eyes widened slightly as if he wasn't expecting it. There was something in his eyes, and emotion you couldn't quite place. "Y-yeah, Yeah, Of course" He fumbled over his words
You pulled your eyes away from his to shuffle down more to have your head resting against his chest, his arm followed your body still wrapping around you tightly. There was a moment of silence before you heard him clear his throat and began reading the words on the page, his voice sweet and gentle with every word.
You didn't mean to, really but within minutes your breathing had slowed and your muscles relaxed in his touch as you fell asleep. He didn't have to look at you to know that, he could tell by the soft breaths that left your lips as his words paused for a moment, before he leant down to brush his lips against the top of your head gently.
He continued reading aloud despite you already being asleep, his voice was quieter and softer, but he continued just in case you woke up.
"Should I be concerned about your sugar intake?" You asked, a warm smile on your face as you watched the man pour his tenth sugar into his large coffee, after the two of you made the decision to go for a walk around. You had borrowed one of his scarfs that was wrapped gently around your neck over the knitted sweater you were wearing. Your hands were intertwined for the most part until now, when he was tearing open sugar packets.
He grinned as he added one more before stiring the otherwise plain black coffee with the wooden stick, disposing of it then placing the lid back on his cup. "They never add enough sugar, I hate it how people at have to add their own" Spencer smiled as he tilted his head at you.
You scoffed playfully as you held up your own coffee cup as he other hand came to hold yours as the two of you made your way out of the small coffee shop. "I didn't" You reminded, waiting for his reply before you finished your idea for a joke as you tilted your head to look up at him.
He hummed, amused as he glanced down at you, "Yeah 'cause your sweet enough" He finished the joke for you.
You gasped, as if he just completely read your mind, playing into your running joke "Exactly!! See if we were both thinking it, it must be true" You sigh out dramatically, the smile on your lips never fading.
"Must be" He agreed, biting back as wide grin as his eyes pulled away from yours for a moment, looking around the street he was looking down, his eyes stopping on a little flower shop.
"Thats where I was when I got your email.. Your first one" He muttered out softly, your turn to follow his gaze. Your chest going fuzzy at how this all started at such a sweet place, a flower shop.
"I was with Derek, we were suppose to be picking up coffee for the rest of the team but then he got distracted wanting to ask out a girl who was in here.. I was forced to stay here for about an hour as they talked and then eventually he brought her flowers, but I was a sitting--" He pauses to point at a chair outside the flower shop, next to a little table, the rest of his hand still wrapped around the coffee cup.
"There. I was reading through my emails and I remember reading the one from you and I was so embarrased, I wasn't going to reply at first, but there was just something- I don't know but I'm really glad i did" He rambled.
You listened silently and fondly as you could almost remember the day like the back of your hand, unfotunately your experience wasn't as sweet as his or in any pretty place like a flower shop, instead you were in your office when you had gotten his email. He turned his head to look at you with a soft smile.
"I'm really glad you did too" You said honestly.
His eyes lingered on yours for a second before he smiled, "Come with me" He said gently as he started walking. You laughed, as if you were going to go anywhere else. You followed him, hand in hand as he walked towards the flower shop he had been talking about.
Your eyebrows furrowed slightly as he pulled you inside. It was a sweet smelling store, you looked around the pretty flowers in different bouquets, before turning back to look at Spencer, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
His eyes were scanning the store for the flowers he remembered you telling him were your favourites, he remembered everything you told him, even if he didn't want to he couldn't help it. The minute Spencer saw them in the back corner of the store he was dragging you towards them gently, not missing the sound of your laugh ringing through his ears -- another thing about you he would never forget.
He had been grateful for his eidetic memory many times in his life but never more than the moment he saw your face light up at the sight of the flowers, and moreso at the fact that he did remember -- you knew deep down he remembered everything but it didn't make it any less special to you.
"Spence" You cooed sweetly as your head turned to face him, his eyes were already on you.
"I wanted to get you flowers to give you when you got to the airport, but I couldn't stop because I didn't want to not be there when you got there and the first time we met, but the shops around didn't have any of these" He mumbled out, nerves lingering in his tone.
You huffed out a laugh as your chest tightened in wake of his sweet words. You wondered how on earth this man was real. You wondered if maybe this was all a dream and he was just a figment of your imagination, a creation that could only exist in your head and outside of reality. But there he was, standing in front of you looking so pretty, and sweet, and talking about wanting to get you flowers.
"Spencer" You repeat his name, its becoming a real challenge to not cup his face in your hands and kiss him. "You don't have to" You say softly.
He shakes his head, "I do, because thats the least of what you deserve, I think of you everytime I walk past this place, I think of you everytime I see those flowers -- I- I think about you all the time." He breaths out.
You stomach swams, you wondered if this was the begining of a romance confession, or if you had just watched too many love films. You didn't think love like that existed, and yet you were standing here with Spencer, feeling the exact way you imagined it to.
You were almost at a loss for words, thankfully, like always he was saving you from your mind blank by talking again, almost as if he needed to say it just as much as you needed to hear it.
"I'm not good at.. This.. thing. Feelings and situations, they make me anxious and uncertain and I don't like it, I like labels, and satistics, and science, I like certainity." He mumbled out his hand squeezing gently around yours.
You squeezed his back.
"In saying that, I am going to ask you a question and if it doesn't work out like I am really hoping it does, that is okay. I really really enjoy having you in my life. I have ever since you became apart of it. I hated email and now I don't because everytime I use it, I think of you. I am not a nervous rambler, a rambler, yes, but not because im nervous -- most of the time, until I met you. I really, really like you and I would really like for you to be my girlfriend" He breathed out.
You couldn't break the grin on your face. You didn't think anything could, your heart was beating outside your chest and you were almost scared it was going to break your ribs with the intensity. You had to pause and take a deep breath as you tried to regain your ability to talk.
This was something out of the sweetest romance novel, he was something out of the sweetest romance novel.
"I would really like that too" You huff out a heavy breath through your words, as your hand frees from his to wrap around his neck gently, careful of the coffee that was still in your hand.
He let out a sigh he had been holding in as his eyes smiled at you, his arms wrapped around your waist, pressing you flush against him as his head bent down to sink in place in your neck.
You felt so full. Everything felt so right. Here, with him, in his arms, like this. There wasn't quite a feeling that compared to this moment that you had felt before, there wasn't anything you wanted more than him in, this moment.
The minute his head pulled away from your neck to look at your face, he had that sort of look in his eye, the same one that you had where there was just a different sort of glow, a different happiness behind them.
"Can I kiss you?" He asked, it gave you deja vu to the first time the two of you had met, you smiled widely. Nodding your head.
"You're my boyfriend now, you don't have to ask"
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Hey! Have you thought about writing for hector fort.
Him and his girlfriend are cuddeling and she starts tracing his tattoo. Just a cute moment with him enjoying the feeling. You could make them talk about their future together or something.
Feel free to ignore!
Tattoos~Hector Fort
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I decided to write this hector fic then start with the series. I got a few ideas but I'm still not sure who it will be about. enjoy this <3
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Hector had a day off before going back to training, so he took this as a chance to sleep in while settling in the arms of his girlfriend. However, she had other plans. She was an early bird, waking up by 8 in the morning. If she tried to move, Hector would wake up, and that's the last thing she wanted to do.
She turned in Hector's arms, resting his head on her chest and an arm draped over her waist. Sitting there for a few moments she got bored quickly. If she tries to reach over to her phone Hector will wake up.
Subconsciously, her fingers started tracing the tattoo which she adored oh so much on Hector's arm. Her fingertips moving softly on the ink on his skin. The small gesture made Hector stir a bit in his sleep. She didn't stop though. Her fingertips kept dancing on his skin until he opened his eyes and looked up at her.
"mhm buenos dias amor" he mumbled, his voice deep from the slumber he woke up from
"good morning baby" she said back, pressing a small kiss in his curls.
"how long have you been awake, why didn't you wake me up?" he asked her, sitting up a bit.
"you needed this sleep I didn't wanna disturb" she ran one hand through his curls, the other one still on his tattoos
"don't be silly, wake me up next time" he said, resting his head back on her chest
"you know I'm gonna add a tattoo for you" he said. y/n smiled and looked down at hi
"will you?" she asked, failing to hide her huge smile
"of course, and when we have kids I'll add a tattoo for them too" he looked up at her with a smile
she slapped his head gently in a joking manner, trying to hide her blushed cheeks. He chuckled softly at her actions
"I see you already planned our future have you?" she asked with sarcasm, a smile still on her face
'of course, I even planned the names of our kids, and the wedding and our house. don't worry everything is planned out" he said
y/n laughed and shook her head at him.
"tell me your plans" she urged him to speak
"well first of all if we have a girl she'll be called Lucia Alexia Fort. how does that sound?" he looked up, an excited smile on his face. Her heart melted and the joy and excitement on his face. She leaned down and pecked his lips a few times
"I like it, Lucia is such a cute name, why Alexia though?" she asked
"well just because she's a girl doesn't mean she's not gonna be playing football. Alexia just a motivation for her to be like Alexia Putellas" he said. y/n pouted at his explanation, realizing how lucky she got with her boyfriend
"aww you're so cute...I assume the boy's middle name will be Lionel right?" she asked, Hector sat up immediately and nodded his head
"yes! I'm not sure about the first name but Lionel is definitely there" he said, a wide smile spread on his face
y/n sat there, admiring how passionately Hector spoke about their future together. He kept talking about their wedding and house, while she admired every single feature in his face
"i love you" she interrupted him, making him raise his eyebrows, blood rushing into his cheeks. He dropped down on her chest, hiding his red face from her. She giggled softly, kissing the top of his head
"i love you too" he mumbled into her chest, refusing to look up at her
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âWant you to suck it sloppy, make it spitty. I'm 'bout to call your phone, so come get with me.
Know you don't drink, can you sip me?
âDunk Contest,â Cash Cobain
Last Installation of this âmini-seriesâ ⊠P.1 here -> P.2 here
not the best editing, i know. this fic has been in the drafts for abt a month & ... it's time for their story to be closed out.
10.06k!Warnings: oral (masc. receiving), handj*bs (fem. & masc. recieving), mutual m*sturbation, filthy talk, *verstimulation, low refr*ctory periods, technically w*tersports (minor), edging, excessive amounts of ej*culation, squ*rting, descriptions of characterâs body parts (curvaceous/thick/girthy), use of the n-word (all characters & the writer are Black), original characters
The next time the group gets together itâs well into the fall.Â
Months of distance and busy schedules kept the friends separate. Yet, on a random weekend in October, the stars aligned to grant the friends a day of freedom to meet and catch up.
He wonât admit it aloudâthatâs a bit too corny for himâbut Ajani missed his people. The life of a working adult only gives but so much time for social gatherings. Especially with a whole friend-group.
Even then, itâs not like he hasnât seen any of them since the party.
âIâon understand why you couldnât just ride with me.â
âAll my stuff is at my momâs, âJani.â
If he just closes his eyes, he can see the pout on her face. He glances at the screen, eyeing the contact name: Princxss Dia.
âReally? âCause I almost tripped over your flat iron when I was getting in the shower.â
She groans out loud into the mic. âI knew I left it!â
He smiles, eyes now on the road as he makes a swift turn onto a busy street.Â
âFuck,â he mumbles upon seeing the traffic.
âBut if I came with you ⊠then theyâd know.â
He kisses his teeth, face screwing up. âMan, I care less and less âbout that shit every day. Iâm pretty sure they knowââ
ââPretty sureâ is not a confirmation. And I wanna make sure the time is right when we tell them.â
He spots a parking space in front of the restaurant Boku had chosen for the night. No doubt, heâs going to snatch that shit up.
âWhy shit gotta be âperfect?ââ he asks, looking at his rear view camera as he backs into the space.
âI donât know,â she mumbles. He can hear her moving around on the other side of the line. âIâm trying to ⊠figure out a way to introduce it without ⊠making everything weird,â she sighs out.
âHow âbout, âhey guys, me and Ajani have been dating for a few months now,ââ he mocks her voice.
âNo.â
He sucks his teeth. âWhy not?â
âThatâs too blunt!â
âExactly. What more is there to say? You wanna tell them the whole backstory? âCause Iâon really think they need to know that.â
âIâm not saying they do. I just think we need to ⊠soften the approach.â
He puts his car in park before shutting it off, the engine dying down. âIâon know ⊠what approach you talking âbout, but when you ready to stop hiding, you lemme know so I could book my appointment.â
âAppointment?â
âOh, I didnât tell you? I wanted to get your name tatted on my forehead.â
â ⊠Shut up.â
He laughs quietly to himself as he pulls down his sun visor. âYou almost ready,â he asks, checking his appearance in the mirror.
Itâs quiet for a couple of seconds. âNo.â
His smile drops and he kisses his teeth. A second passes as he glares at the phone. Then, he picks it up. âYo, answer my FaceTime.â
The mode of the call switches, bringing both of them into view on eitherâs screen. He licks his lips, getting a clear view of her pretty face as her phone is propped up against her vanity.
âWhy you only got your makeup done?â
She frowns, setting powder decorating her face. âBecause I did my hair first. Itâs hair, makeup, then clothes.â
He only releases a sigh, unable to even be really upset.
âAight, then hurry up. I told you we gonna have to work on that late shit.â
She smiles, reaching for a brush to dust off the powder. âSorry, baby.â
He hums, eyeing her as he holds his phone closely. âYou look good.â
She exchanges her brush for a lip pencil. âThank you.â She tries not to smile too hard, careful not to mess up as she applies her liner.
âWhat you wearing?â
She blends out the harsh line of her dark brown liner with a finger. âA dress.â
He waits for her to explain further, but the explanation doesnât come. âThatâs it?â
âMhm.â She quickly glances at the screen, looking away before she cracks a smile.
âCan I see it?â
âNope.â
Now sheâs smiling, a devious little one, too.
âYeah, okay,â he scoffs. âYou just make sure itâs no crazy ass shit. You know how Big Daddy gets.â
Her head jerks back as she looks at the screen, flabbergasted. âDonât ever in your life ⊠call yourself that again.â
âYou just make sure you know,â he pushes before breaking into a smile, almost laughing. âBut nah, forreal. That ass ainât been getting smaller so ⊠keep it cute.â
She rolls her eyes with pursed lips. âShut up.â
He scoffs, looking out the window of his car. âYeah ⊠you think Iâm joking.â He scoffs.
âAre you?â
He looks back at her, noting her nonchalance as she applies gloss over her lip combo.
âPlay with me if you want to.â He licks his lips. His gaze falls to the exposed middle of her chest as her robe has slipped open. âIâon need niggas eyeing my shit.â
âOkay, Ajani.â
âNah, itâs not Ajani,â he mocks her voice, earning a glare. âThatâs Big Daddy to youââ
âIâm hanging up!â
She reaches forward, snatching up her phone.
âDonât you wear nothing crazy!â
âBye!â
The call ends abruptly, leaving him to shake his head. Not too long after pocketing his phone, he leaves the car.Â
The only thing thatâs on his mind being her.
Just before he enters the restaurant, he shoots her one last text.
Jani: lmk when u ready Ima call a uber
His face almost splits in half with how hard he smiles as he daps up his boys.
âFinally, nigga! We expected your ass to be here sooner,â Boku tells him.
âChill, it was mad traffic,â he laughs.Â
âNah, facts. Itâs mad people out tonight,â Mykel says.
The three are huddled close in the waiting area of the restaurant. All of the constant shifting to make way for entering and leaving patrons has pushed them to the corner.
âForreal. Yo, why you pick this place?â Ajani looks to Boku. âI seen this shit blow up on TikTok.â
âNigga, thatâs where I got it from.â
All three dissolve into boisterous laughter, because Boku would be the one to make such a mistake.
Mykel shakes his head. âIâm already knowing the food and service âbout to be ass.â
âNah, facts,â Ajani agrees.
âAight, now. Not too much,â Boku chimes in. ââLong as the drinks good, I could give less of a fuck about what they onion rings taste like.â
He and Mykel break off into a mini side conversation of their own, a usual occurrence between all three of them.
As they do so, Ajani pulls out his phone to check his notifications. Even though he doesnât see one, he constantly refreshes the screen for a possible hidden text message that he just happened to miss.
None.
ââJani, you know where the girls at?â
Hesitantly, he looks up at the guys. âNah,â he shakes his head, face blank. âWhy would I know?â He makes a face.
âIâon know,â Mykel looks off to the side. âI thought DiamantĂ© wouldâa told you something.â
âWhy it gotta be Dia?â
âNigga, donât act dumb,â Boku butts in. ââCause yâall be talking.â
âI talk to Aleya and Sevyn, too.â When he laughsâthe loud music masking its awkward toneâhis eyes shift between his friends.Â
âNot like you talk to Dia,â he scoffs. âThatâs for damn sure.â
Sucking his teeth, Ajani wear a mask of confusion. âNigga, shut up. You still on that shitââ
ââCause I know your ass still likes her!â
âYo, Iâm not even gonna lie,â Mykel starts. âIâma have to side with Boâ on this one. You might as well tell her at this point.â
His face contorts with annoyance.Â
Nigga, shut up.
âThatâs if he not already fucking her,â Boku laughs.
His brows pull together at Bokuâs brash statement. âYo, what?âÂ
Mykel rolls his lips inward, watching the two with caution. He questions, should he step in between this?
âNah, Iâm just saying! Youâon gotta be embarrassedââ
âI ainât embarrassed, nigga. Thereâs not shit to say, fuck Iâma be embarrassed for?â
Boku laughs, glancing at Mykel for backup. The other man remains quiet.
âAight, then stand on it! Just say you fuckinâ herââ
Ajani doesnât even realize that he takes a step forward. âYo, shut the fuck up talking âbout her like thatââ
âAlright, chill out now.â Mykel steps between them, placing a hand in front of Ajani to keep him back.Â
Boku pulls his brows together. âYo, wassup with you?â
âAinât shit up with nothing, you just make sure you keep shit respectful.â The scowl on his lips only deepens.
Boku raises his hands in defense. âMy fault, bro. I wasnât tryna offendââ
âYeah, thatâs âcause you just open your mouth to say bullshit.â Ajani backs up the more Mykel pushes against him. âLike she not your fuckinâ friend, too, my nigga. What?â
âYou good, bro. You good,â Mykel tells him. âRelax.â
âJust fuckinâ talkinâ,â he rambles.
Before he can acknowledge the apology, his phone buzzes in his hand. Fully stepping away from them, Ajani checks his messages.
Princxss Dia: Iâm ready
He wastes no time to order DiamantĂ©âs Uber ride.Â
With the distance between them and the Lou music playing overhead, itâs hard for him to hear. He knows Mykel and Boku are talking about him.
He refrains from even thinking much about it, though. Because just talking to Diamanté is putting him in a better mood.
Jani: its coming in 5 min
*screenshot of the Uber order*
Princxss Dia: tyy daddyđ€
Jani: đ
Princxss Dia: đ
Jani: send me a picture
I wanna c u
Princxss Dia: itâs gonna ruin the surprise
Jani: surpriseÂ
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Princxss Dia: đ
Jani: stop playing Dia
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Thankfully, Aleya and Sevyn arrive not too long after. Their presences lighten the atmosphere considerably.Â
Especially when Sevyn and Boku fall into conversationâa playful argument as usual about some dumb shit.
âOh my God, I miss Diaâ,â Aleya pouts. âWhere is she?â She does a full-body turn, looking to Ajani.
Boku keeps quiet this time.
The question garners attention from the others within the group, who are now curious of his answer.
He kisses his teeth. âWhy yall not asking her? Damn, what the fuck?â
Sevynâs face screws up as her neck jerks back. âNigga, calm the fuck down.â
âRight,â Aleya eyes him as her lips twist into an ugly scowl. âI just thought youâd know since yâall seem to be close.â
Sevyn hums in agreement. âReal close.â
Now, heâs making a face. âWhat that meaââ
âHi guys!â
The much softer voice breaks the conversation, catching everyoneâs attention.Â
Walking towards them, DiamantĂ©âs bright smile lights up the dimly lit space.Â
Her straightened, black hair flows down her back. Being pulled back, it leaves her entire outfit exposed: a simple black Skims dress, flowing to her ankles.
The classy, white Hermes slides on her feet show off her white French toes. A small white crossbody purse ties the dress with the shoes.
Yeah, sheâs cute and allâAjani would never deny her that. But even underneath the restaurantâs dim, multicolored lighting, he can see every detail of her body âhidingâ beneath the thin, ribbed fabric.
Down to her fucking belly piercing.
His eyes flick up to look into hers. Heâs staring hard.
âFinally!â Aleya screams.
She runs to meet the short woman halfway, throwing her arms around her. Sevyn is right behind her, doing the same.
The women hug each other and their bodies sway like palm trees in the wind. Ajaniâs happy for themâDiamantĂ©, at least. Itâs been so long since sheâs seen them.
However, the happiness is short lived.
Others seem to be enjoying the womenâs show happiness, too. Ajani looks over them, catching a small group of guys watching them.
What hint of a smile that was on his face shrinks immediately.
âI missed you guys,â Dia tells them as she pulls back, covering her mouth.
âWe need to go out more,â Sevyn says. ââCause not seeing each other for this long is fucking ridiculous.â
âI know,â she pouts.
âGirl, you look so fucking goodââ A sharp gasp slices through Aleyaâs sentence. She reaches out to grab Diaâs arm, pulling her forward to peer down her back. âGirl, your ass!â
Looking too, Sevynâs mouth drops in shock. âDamn, bitch!âÂ
Diamanté only laughs as she looks between her friends.
âIt looks so fucking big,â Aleya says in awe. She looks over at Sevyn. âNo, like deadass. Like it looks bigger.â
âHow she get more ass and mine getting flatter?â Sevyn jokes.
âDrop the routine!â Aleya reaches behind DiamantĂ©, grabbing a good handful of her ass. She sticks out her tongue.
Diamanté only laughs harder.
âFuck a routine,â Sevyn declares. âWho you been fucking?â The interrogative expression on her face is intense.
âOh my God,â she says, hand over her mouth as her smile only grows.
âItâs so heavy,â Aleya says in amazement, using both hands to lift her ass. Squeezing tightly, the dimpled skin can be seen through the fabric. âI canât even hold it all, what the fuck!â
As the girls continue to laugh, Ajani only continues to watch the leering men.Â
It takes everything in him not to go towards the women and tell them to stop.
Playfully, DiamantĂ© rolls her eyes. âYou guys are chatting.â
âNo, girl. Your shit is mad fat, like what the fuck?â
âOkay, okay,â DiamantĂ© says. âCan we sit now?â
Sevyn purses her lips, eyeing her friend. âMhm. Look at you, you just so tea. Like you come up in here glowing, ass fatter, face card on 10, inchesâyou just showing out tonight!â
âFacts,â Aleya agrees.
Finally, they return to the other half of the group. Diamanté breaks away from her girls to greet the guys.
âWassup, Dia,â Mykel gives her a side hug.
âHey,â she sings.
She pulls away to give Boku the same embrace.
âHey, Dia.â
âHi, Boku,â she smiles.
Boku and Ajani make eye contact for a split second. Quickly, Boku looks away just before pulling back.
Ajani doesnât get the chance to really mug that nigga how he wants to as DiamantĂ© makes her way over to him.
âHiii,â her voice is much softer.
Sheâs trying to fight back a smile, he can tell. But, itâs too cute as her teeth slowly come into full display.
The corners of his mouth lift uncontrollably. âHey.â
Wordlessly, she steps into his embrace, resting her head on his chest. His arms circle around her waist, pulling her body closer.
âWhy you ainât text me when you got here?âÂ
His chest vibrates with each word. She can even hear the smile in his voice.
âI forgot.â
âWouldâa came out and got you.â
She pulls away with a laugh, careful to keep their interaction brief enough so that they donât get their friends started.
âDamn, Ajani. She wasnât going nowhere.â
Clearly, that didnât work.
His smile drops as his eyes flit over to Aleya, who wears a smug grin on her lips.
âAight, now that all yâall niggas is here, Iâma see if we could check in for the table,â Boku announces.
He parts from the group to make his way to the hostessâ booth.
Conversation between the remaining five is quite mellow. Ajani finds himself standing back, only admiring Diamanté as she speaks.
Even when sheâs quiet, heâs paying close attention to her body language and the way she reacts to things said.
âLetâs go,â Boku says as he rejoins the group.
âThank you, God,â Aleya praises.
âFacts, these heels are killing my feet,â Sevyn complains as she starts after Boku.
As everyone else follows, heading towards the table, Ajani stays behind. Before Diamanté can catch up, he grabs ahold of her hand, stopping her in her tracks.
âHolâon, âcause I didnât get a proper âhello.ââ
He pulls her body back in close, missing the feel of her against him. He almost sighs when her soft body presses against his.
Diamanté allows herself to smile as big as she wants to. She angles her head up for a kiss. The gentleman he is, Ajani meets her halfway and presses his lips against hers.
A small peck isnât enough, as he finds himself going back in for a couple more. And as he does so, he doesnât resist the urge to reach behind her and cop a feel of her ass himself.
His lips plant mini smooches from her cheek all the way down to her neck. She turns her head to the side, giving him more access.
âYou look mad good,â he says into her skin.
His muffled voice tickles her skin, pulling a bubbly giggle out of her. âYou told me that already.â
âAight, and Iâm telling you again.â Ajani pulls back just far enough to look her in the eyes.Â
Damn, he really meant that shit. Itâs almost unbelievable how bad she is. Sometimes he wonders how the fuck he was able to bag her.
âBut I also told you not to come outside wearing no shit like thisââ
She squeals as he lays a harsh smack to her ass, gripping the fat immediately after.
âAjani!â She whisper-shouts, eyes wide with shock.
He only bites down on his bottom lip, eyes flitting past her to see the group of men from earlier still in the same spots.Â
Except this time, theyâre glaring.Â
âTold you I ainât want you showing off my shit like this.â
His other hand cradles her neck, squeezing just enough as he plants another smooch on her lips.
When he pulls back, he sees the inkling of a dazed look in her low eyes. Even from behind those big ass glasses.
âOkay,â she whines softly.
âMmh.â
She begins to laugh, because she can definitely feel herself slipping into a mood.
âCâmon, before I fuck ya lilâ ass up out here.â His hands fall from her. âGot niggas looking at you all crazy.â
He holds his hand out for her to take. When she does, they make their way over to the table.Â
However, before they get close enough, they place some distance between themselves.
Conversation at the table is all smiles and laughter over their platters and drinks.
Speaking of drinks, no one at the table is too good to pass up a bit of alcohol. Not even those who drove here.
âSee this? This right here?â Sevyn taps an acrylic nail to the glass of her fruity drink. âIâma need me some moreâa that!â
âMhm,â Aleya hums, sipping on hers through the straw.
Liquor seems to bring the conversation out of the friends. But, Ajani refrains from specifically addressing Boku. And Diamanté finds herself becoming more and more quiet.
Even with her besties around her, she canât seem to make herself speak. What can she say, when all of her thoughts are filled with Ajani? Definitely not anything that should be said out-loud.Â
At the very least, on a FaceTime call with just the girls.
Hiding behind her lemon drop, she watches him from across the table with low eyes. Every time he smiles, he does so just enough to give a peek at his grillz.Â
Fuck, he looks so good. He smells even better. And the way he was choking her up out there, smacking her assâ
No lie, it made her wet. Her clit was thumping for sure. The liquor isnât helping as itâs bringing up memories.
Like how just a couple of nights ago, she was staying over at his apartment. It was a time.Â
Two shots of Don was all it took for her to end up on her tummy, getting dicked down.
He fucked her stupid that night. She almost wished she wasnât on birth control. But that was just the liquor talking.
Her eyes flutter close as her thighs squeeze together. She has to take a deep breath.
âAnd Diaâs ass is already off the shits!â
A chorus of laughter sounds throughout the table, knocking her from her thoughts. As she looks around her, she offers a shy smile.
âYâall some damn lightweights,â Sevyn continues to joke.
âI ainâtâlookâI ainât no fuckinâ lightweight,â Boku shouts, holding his glass up.
âMaaan,â Mykel gives him a look. âYou better slow down, nigga.â
More laughter sounds. With the spotlight off of her, DiamantĂ©âs thoughts circle back to Ajani.
And speaking of, he takes a sip of his alcohol to hide his smirk. Heâs not oblivious, he could feel her staring this whole time.
Of course, it flatters him. If itâs one thing about DiamantĂ©, itâs that she gets freaky off the liquor. And he can tell whatâs running through her mind.
Because heâs thinking about the same thing. Heâs just got to hold out for the rest of the night.
Leave it up to Boku to plan some weird ass shit. Who the fuck goes bowling after dinner and drinks?
Shit, at least the place serves drinks. And if Ajani was fucking with him right now, heâd commend him for at least picking a good spot.
The alley is surprisingly busy around this time, for it being almost eleven pm. Itâs mostly dark in here, just like the damn restaurant.
Why doesnât Boku ever pick places with good lighting?
âOn my soul, Iâm washing yâall niggas,â Aleya swears. She shoves a foot into the rented pair of shoes.
Mykel shakes his head, strapping up his pair. âHere she go.â
âOh shit ⊠I donât got not socks, yâall.â The usual rasp in Sevynâs voice is worse due to the drinks.
âMe neither,â DiamantĂ© says, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she fans herself.
Not only is she just a bit horny, but sheâs fucking hot. The only downside to drinking. She only hopes she doesnât sweat her silk press out.
âThereâs a booth that sells them,â Boku says.
âHonestly, I donât think Iâma play. Iâll just watch yâall,â she smiles.
âUgh! Boringgg,â Aleya groans, throwing her head back.
Sevyn looks to DiamantĂ©. âOkay, well, you could come with me while I buy my socks?â
She nods, prompting her to stand up.Â
âCanât wait to wear them shoes. Fuck these heels, bro.â Sevyn holds on to her shoulder for support.
âAye, if yâall get lost, call oneâa us,â Ajani says. âItâs too many people in here tonight.â
âSure thing, officer!â Sevyn scoffs.
Ajani gives her a scowl, and Dia gives him a short wave before the two of them are off.
âDamn, thatâs a long ass line!â Sevyn scowls seeing the bodies fill the area.
âOh my gosh,â DiamantĂ© frowns.
âI do not wanna be standing on these fucking heels any longer!â
Kissing her teeth, she reluctantly joins the line, Dia in tow. As they wait, both women are scrolling through their phones trying to pass the time.
But it doesnât take long for them to get to talking.
âIf I ask you this question, you gonna be honest?â
DiamantĂ© peers up from her screen to look at Sevyn. Her brows pull together in question. âYeah?â
Sevyn eyes her for a moment. âYou and Ajani fucking? Likeâand be honest. Donât lie to me girl, I hate that shit.â
A sigh leaves DiamantĂ©. Clicking her phone off, she fully looks her friend in the eyes. âYeahââ
âI knew it! I fucking knew iiit!â Sevyn jumps up and down on her supposedly aching feet. âFuck! Since when?â
Trying to keep herself from smiling, she stays quiet.
A gasp. âIt was after the party, wasnât it?â
She nods, her smile growing.
They move up in the line.
âBitch! I fuckingânah, âcause I checked your fucking loâ and your ass was still there after we all left. Uh-uh, yâall so damn nasty.â
âOkay,â she rolls her eyes. âDonât say anything about it. Iâm still trying to ⊠figure out a way to tell the others.â She frowns to herself.
Sevyn makes a face. âGirl, what you mean? Just drop the tea,â she laughs. âShit, you could do it in the fucking chat. Matter fact, I donât even think niggas really give a fuck. We all grown, Diaâ. And itâs not like we all didnât see it comingâŠâ
âShut up.â She rolls her eyes. âBut, I just wanna tell âLeya at least, before I really ⊠break the news.â
âAight, I feel you.â Sevyn looks her over before breaking out into a dirty smile. âSo he the reason your ass been getting fatter.â
âOh my gosh.â She looks away from her, shaking her head.
âThatâs fucking crazy. Who the fuck knew he was putting it down like that?â
Just before she can respond, her phone lights up with a message.
Jani: wya
U got lost ?
âSpeakâa the fucking devil,â Sevyn says over her shoulder, spotting the message.
âHush,â Dia laughs, typingout her response.Â
âI like how he ainât even ask about me. So itâs just fuck me, then.â
âWhat if the âyâ means yâall?â
Sevyn rolls her eyes before her face settles. âBut, at least heâs crazy about you. Thatâs all I want for you.â
DiamantĂ© looks up at her friend with a soft smile. âThank you.â
âMhm. I seen yâall at the restaurant.â
Her smile drops and her eyes widen just a bit. âSevyn.â
âWhat?â
âIf you saw why did you ask?â
She smirks. âI just wanted to see if you would lie.â
The shorter woman groans out.
âYeah, ya lilâ ass is mad freaky, eewww.â She laughs obnoxiously. âNever thought Iâd see you get choked up like that. Or him smacking ya shitââ
âStop, please!â She hides her face in her hands.
âOh, I just know he told you not to wear that shit,â she cackles. âYou in trouble,â she sings. âThat nigga had that crazy look in his eyes. Especially when he seen them niggas staring in the restaurant.â
âAre you serious?â
âMhm,â she nods with crossed arms. âYou just make sure you stay on his good side. Before I become an aunty too soon.â
DiamantĂ© shoves her shoulder. âDonât wish that on me.â
âOh, bitch, Iâm actually wishing that shit and more. You know I always wanted a little niece or nephewâeven if âJaniâs annoying ass is the father.â She rolls her eyes.
âI rebuke kids,â she laughs. âHell no.â
âYeah, okay. If you say that, you better not tell me that yâall be fucking raw.â
DiamantĂ© doesnât say anything to that.
When the game commences, DiamantĂ© is the only one to sit it out. And sheâs having just as good a time as any.
Mykel had ordered wings for the groupâlemon pepper and garlic Parmesan. Drinks, too, of course.
She nibbles on a couple of wings, courtesy of Ajani feeding them to her.
Heâs had his fair share of extra drinks. And with each sip, heâs caring less and less about hiding shit from their friends.
Speaking of drinks, Diaâs been washing her food down with sips of water and gulps of fruity, alcoholic drinks. And she really shouldâve stopped herself.Â
Because now sheâs got to go to the bathroom.
âNah, I dead gotta go, too,â Sevyn says.
âIâma come with yâall.â Aleya gets on her feet.
âDamn, yâall just gonna pause the game like that?â Mykel says, biting into a wing.
âWeâll be back!â Aleya declares.
The women make their way over to the bathrooms, whichâunsurprisinglyâhas a line.
âFuuuck! All these fucking lines!â Sevyn groans, stomping her foot.
âI know,â Dia says, shifting in her spot as she holds her lower stomach. âI gotta go ⊠so bad,â she huffs.
âI bet you the menâs bathroom not even full like that.â
Sevyn scoffs. âIâm not going to no niggasâ bathroom at a bowling alley. âBouta smell like funky dick and straight piss in there.â
Dia laughs.
âBut, shit, since we hereâŠâ Sevyn turns to her. âTell her.â
Aleya looks to DiamantĂ©.Â
âOh, um ⊠Ajani and Iââ
âI fucking knew it!â
Sevyn throws her head back in laughter.Â
âYâall could not hide that shit!â Her eyes are wide as she points back at their lane. âWhen I seen that nigga feeding you them wings, it was certified!â
âBitch, you donât even wanna know what I saw,â Sevyn says, clinging to her.
As she and Diamanté catch her up on everything, they inch closer to the bathroom door.
DiamantĂ© tells them about the most recent date theyâd been on together. And while itâs an interesting story, Sevyn canât help but to feel eyes on them.
She turns her head, to see a group of men looking their way. They make eye contact, as it appears that theyâre pushing their friend to make a move.
âOh fuck no.â
Aleya and Diamanté look at her.
âYâall, is that them niggas from the restaurant?â
They look over at the men, one of them immediately making eye contact with Dia.
âPlease donât tell me they about to come over here,â Aleya scowls. âUgh, I hate niggas!â
She says it loud enough for them to hear. And yet, one of them is still making their way over.
Sevyn kisses her teeth. âBruh.â
The guy making his way over has his eyes dead set on Diamanté. His long locs are pulled back into barrel twists and a mature beard sits on the lower half of his face.
His dangling cross earring makes Sevyn scoff. âThis corny ass nigga,â she mumbles.
âWassup,â he greets, only looking at DiamantĂ©.
Rude, she thinks. Her nose wrinkles as the smell of weed fills the space.
âHello to you, too,â Aleya sasses.
âMy bad,â he laughs. âI just wanted to come talk to you,â he nods over at Dia.Â
âOkay,â she says quietly.
âYou fine as shit, Iâm not even gonna cap,â he smiles, showing a gold canine tooth. âNot on no creep-shit, but I seen you at The Palacades and,â he shrugs. âDonât hurt to try, right?â
âProceeds to be on some creep-shit,â Sevyn says.
âRight,â Aleya agrees.
The two share a laugh, causing the man to glance at them. He doesnât let that deter him, though.
âYou ⊠saw me there?â DiamantĂ© asks, her face creasing with confusion.Â
âYeah you and that guy.â
Now itâs Aleyaâs turn to make a face.
âHolâup,â Sevyn laughs, shaking her head.Â
âYâknow, I just wanted to shoot my shot. Like, you never know. Yâall might not even be seriousââ
âWell, they are. And youâre mad weird for asking.â She twists her face up. âWhat the fuck? Nigga is you cool?â
âHold on,â he says, turning to Sevyn. âI donât remember asking about you. So, I donât know why you tryna get involved.â Heâs getting visibly irritated.
âShe donât have to,â Aleya steps in. âIf you seen my friend with her nigga, why are you harassing her?â
Worry makes itself evident on Diaâs face. Sheâs not sure where this conversation is going to go. And she definitely forgot her pepper gel at home.
ââCause that corny ass move that nigga tried to do wasnât shit,â he laughs. âHe think smacking ya ass was gonna scare somebody off? I donât give a fuck about that shit,â he laughs.Â
âOkay, noââ DiamantĂ© starts, but Sevyn is too quick to come to her defense.
âGet the fuck outta here, you weirdo ass nigga. She donât want you!â
âShe said that, though?â
âShe ainât say she wanted you neither,â Aleya says.
âMan, yâall bitches kill me.â
âBitches?â They all say in unison.
âYeah. Itâs always the ugly ones talking the most shitââ
âNigga you look like a fucking dog in the face yourself!â Aleya gets to pointing.
And as their voices climb, both sides growing more aggressive, Diamanté finds herself paralyzed with fear.
She is not sober enough for this.
Back at the lane, the guys keep themselves busy. Mykel cheats, taking the girlâs turns for themâand throwing horrendous gutter balls.
Meanwhile, Boku and Ajani are seated, munching on the leftover wings. Well, Ajani doesnât eat as much as Boku, but heâs got a couple of bites in.
Neither of them address the other. And itâs ⊠annoying.Â
Although Ajani is still upset about what was said, it sucks that this is how their first time hanging out in a minute has to be like this.
But heâs not a pussy. And heâs damn sure not speaking first.Â
A nudge to his shoulder brings him out of his phone. He looks up, seeing Boku stare at him.
âYo, Iâm sorry âbout earlier, bro. I shouldâve never said that shit. I just be talking sometimes, you know that. And I be saying the wrong shit.â
âMmh.â
âAnd Diaâs my friend. Itâs not rightâa me to be disrespecting her like that. If you want, shit, Iâll even apologize to her, too.â
Ajani watches him for a moment.
Their silence is broken by a shout from Mykel in the distance, cheering as he scores a strike.
âNah ⊠you ainât gotta do that,â he finally says. âI respect the apology. But watch your mouth âbout her.â
Boku nods in understanding.
Silence falls over them again as the sounds of the alley machines, the music, people talking, and the arcade games fill the space.
Ajani almost feels himself dissociating again as his tipsy brain thinks. And one thing about him, is that his mouth runs.
Swallowing, he looks away from his friend. âNah ⊠you was right, though.â
Boku wears a questioning look on his face. âWhat you mean?â
It takes a second before Ajani finally looks at him. âWe fucking with each other.â
He tries to conceal his excitement. But, he just canât stop himself from dapping him up.Â
âMy niggaâuh, no disrespect, though.â
Ajani shakes his head, a ghost of a smile on his lips.
âYâall better come play before I do your turns!â
âNigga, fuck the game! Come over here, Jay got something to say!â
Reluctantly placing the ball back onto the rack, Mykel heads over to them.
âWhat you got to say?â He takes the last garlic Parmesan wing, earning a glare from Boku.
âGuess,â Boku says.
Mykel turns to Ajani, eyeing him. âYou and Dia?â
He nods, earning another smile from their standing friend. âThatâs what Iâm talking âbout,â he laughs. âYou asked her?â
âYeah,â Ajani says, keeping it short. But his smile says everything, as he reminisces on that night.
âWhen yâall got together?â Boku asks.
He kisses his teeth, feeling the liquor in his system. âUh ⊠at the party.â
Both men stare at him with wide eyes.Â
âNiggaâthatâs almost six months!â Boku shouts.
âItâs no way yâall hid that shit for that long,â Mykel laughs.
âWasnât my idea,â Ajani says. âShe over here, scared to say shit. But meâIâon give a fuck.â He scoffs. âIâa get her shit tatted, she keep fuckinâ with me,â he shakes his head, toying with the ends of a braid.
Boku and Mykel share a look, and a thoughtâthis nigga is drunk.
Before either of them could voice it, however, Sevynâs raspy ass voice enters their ears.
âYâall hear that shit?â Mykel asks, twisting and turning to find the source of the voice.
âWhy the fuck she yelling?â Boku asks, looking for her, too.
âHow they still not back from the bathroom?â
Itâs Ajani that spots her firstâin a niggaâs face.
âYo,â he says, sitting up, more alert than ever.
The guys notice, too. And it doesnât take long for Ajani to get out of his seat. Heâs the first to make it over there. And immediately heâs hit with the smell of weed.
âWhatâs going on?â
He immediately looks to Diamanté, who has discomfort written all over her face.
âHell no, come get this nigga,â Aleya shout, pointing at the man.
Ajani watches him back up an inch as he raises his hands in defense. As he stares at the guy, he finds him just a tad bit familiar.
âWhatâs the issue?â
âItâs no issue, broââ
âClearly, it is!â Sevyn cuts in. ââCause you was throwing that âbitchâ word around a lotââ
âLook, I was just tryna get at your friend,â he says, pointing to DiamantĂ©.
Ajaniâs brows furrow as he looks between her and the guy.
âShe donât want you,â Aleya screams.
Then it clicks; This guy was apart of that group that caught themselves staring Diamanté down.
âGo back to your fuckinâ group,â Ajani says. âYou a fuckinâ cornball,â he spits.
âBum ass niggaâand he stink!â Aleya points at him.
âMan, get the fuck outta here, she donât need no other nigga.âÂ
Ajani steps forward as he speaks, the other man stepping back.
âAight, my faultââ
âIt was. The fuck?â Sevyn says.
Finally, the man walks off, leaving the friends alone once more. The women seem to let out a sigh of release, and DiamantĂ© seems to cling to Ajaniâs side.
âThat fucking weirdo. Shit just pissed me off I donât even wanna pee no more.â Sevyn crosses her arms, her anger slow to dissipate.
âNo, Iâm still gonna use the bathroom,â Aleya scoffs.
âMe too.â
DiamantĂ©âs quiet voice grabs their attentions, especially Ajaniâs.
His brows furrow. âNah, you could use the bathroom home.â
Her eyes widen. âWhat?â
âYeah, fuck all this shit. We going.â
âAjaniââ
He shakes his head. âNah, Iâon give a fuck. That nigga got me fucked up.â
Aleya and Sevyn share a knowing look.
âTell âem niggas we gone,â he says, taking up DiamantĂ©âs hand.
Too tipsy to really object, she tells her friends âgoodnight,â promising to text them tomorrow.
Sevyn and Aleyaâs farewells are drowned out by their quickly increasing distance and the overall loudness of the alley.
When they finally make it outside, the cool breeze of tonight hits her clammy skin. She squeezes his hand tighter.
âFuckinâ bum ass niggaâI knew I seen him.â
She peers up at him, his eyes staring off into the distance as he speaks his thoughts.
âShouldâa fucked him up, if Iâm being honest.â
When they reach his car, Ajani opens the passenger door for her. She climbs inside, relieved to be off her feet.
But before he closes the door, he bends down to look her in the eyes.
âYou good?â
She nods. âYeah.â
âHe didnât touch you or nothing?â
âNo, Ajani. Iâm good.âÂ
With a nod, he shuts the car door and walks over to his side before sliding behind the wheel.
The drive to his apartment is quiet for the first few minutes. Even his music plays low over the speakers.
She watches his side profile, noting the lowness of his eyes and the way his shoulders sag.
âIâm sorry.â
His eyes donât leave the road, but his brows furrow. âFor what?â
She only shrugs, the small action enough to garner his attention for just a second.
âYou ainât do shit. That nigga was just a creep.â
âYeah,â she exhales.Â
âShit, but I definitely shouldnât be driving right now.â He drags a hand down his face. âJust tryna get in my fuckinâ bed.â
Licking her lips, DiamantĂ© busies her hands by toying with her phone. âAre you really tired?â
He gives her a quick side eye as a lazy smile presents on his face.
âDepends ⊠what you tryna do?â
She looks forward at the nearly empty road ahead of them. Then she shrugs.
âYeah, I seen the way you was looking at me back at the restaurant... Lilâ freaky ass.â
She laughs just a bit. âItâs been a couple days ⊠what do you expect?â
He scoffs, leaning back in his seat as he leaves one hand on the wheel. âYou really sumn else,â he says low, rubbing his chin.
Chewing on her lower lip, she stares at him as a thought brews in her head. Her silence cause him to look her way.
âWhat you thinkinâ âbout over there?â
She releases her bottom lip. Her eyes drop to his lap.
âCan I touch it?â
He huffs out a laugh, shaking his head. âCould do whatever you want ⊠itâs yours.â
With caution, she slowly reaches over the console and spreads her hand over his lap. She traces the barely-hard length through his jeans.
He retains his composure even as he struggles to focus on driving properly.
âYou smelled so good today,â she whispers.
âOh yeah?â
âYeah,â she breathes out. âSo fucking good. She laughs softly, pulling a smile out of him.
The more she rubs up on him, the harder he gets. She licks her lips and reaches over with the other hand to unbutton his jeans and zip them down.
She slips a hand between the layer of his jeans and his boxers, feeling him up through the thin fabric.
âWhen we was at the restaurant, I was thinking of last weekend, when I stayed over.â
Cradling the underside of his dick, her thumb swipes over his fat tip. Excitement races through her as she feels every curve of the mushroom-shaped head.
A faint twitch makes her smile bigger.
âHow you was fucking me.â
Her voice slightly lifts at the end of her sentence, as if the thought alone was enough to get her going.
He found that shit so sexy.
Her thumb continues to rub circles into him. However, she also begins to squeeze him in her palm.
Ajani shifts in his seat, his legs widening on their own.
âFuck, you were so deep, baby.â
Sheâs squeezing him harder, her little hand working his tip.
âSo fucking deepââ
He barely hears the tiny moan that slips out. It takes his attention off of the road for a couple of seconds.
Just long enough for him to catch her with her other hand now between her own legs, dress hiked up around her waist.
He quickly looks away. The sight sends another rush of blood to his dick, and she can feel it as he pulses in her hand.
As one of her hands feels along his length, the other presses against the seat of her damp panties. The pressure pulls a shiver out of her.
âOh, shit,â she gasps, quietly. âFuck, I still have to pee.â Her thighs clamp around her wrist as she remembers her plight.
He glances at her again, trying to fight the melting of his brain as she continues to get him off.
âKeep going.â
His raspy voice catches her off guard.
âW-what?â
He licks his lips and swallows, taking a turn onto a major roadway. âKeep touching yourself.â
âI still have to peââ
âHold it.â
Her silence earns another look her way.
âI mean it, too. Just got this shit detailed ⊠so donât fuck up my seats.â
The gentleness of his voice makes her clench.
His head almost falls back when a tight pressure surrounds his balls. Itâs hard to keep his eyes open.
Kicking off her sandal, Diamanté pulls a leg up onto the seat. Her French-tipped toes dig into the shiny, smooth leather as she opens herself up wider.
She rubs herself through her thin panties with a full hand. As she falls into a rhythm, both of her hands sync together as she pleasures both herself and Ajani.
Her legs open up even wider as she changes from using her full hand to just her middle and ring fingers.Â
Pushed together, she rubs slow, sloppy circles over her clit. The swollen bud pulses, pushing through her thick folds and even creating a small bump through the thin material.
Her wrist aches, but she doesnât stop. Her pussy clenched repeatedly and her breathing grows unsteady.
Slow, lazy blinks come before her eyes roll back closed. She whimpers to herself.
Ajani tries not to swerve as his brain tries to focus on two things at once. But, he canât stop his hips from fucking into her handâeven if just a little bit.
Diamanté sends three, solid smacks to her pussy. Upon the third one, her thigh snap shut and her eyes squeeze closed. Her mouth hangs open as her body freezes.
Before she can stop it, her body lets loose for a split second. Just a tiny stream lets out, creating a small soak-spot into her underwear. Immediately, she regains control, stopping her release.
The pace sheâd been able to keep up falters as she grows weak from her own hand.
âKeep going,â he tells her.
She shakes her head first. âI ⊠I canât.â
âDiaââ
âI canât, I canâtââ
âMove ya hand.âÂ
He pries her thighs open with his free hand, and snatches hers from between them.Â
He replaces her with his touch, cupping the fat mound before sliding his fingers against her. He feels the small wet spot, and it makes his dick harder.
âTold you to hold it.â He lays a smack down on her clit, and her legs try to close around his arm.
A louder moan leaves her this time. But, she holds it as best as she can.
âAnd keep squeezing my shit,â he says, his voice deep and heavy with lust.
Mewling, she gives her focus to his dick. Rubbing and squeezing it. And when thatâs no longer enough, she pulls him out of his boxers.
âShitâŠâ he exhales in relief.
The hot, length stands stiff in both of her hands. Dribbles of precum run down his length. Sheâs quick to swipe it up as she twists both hands over him, pulling at the veiny skin.
âMmh ⊠fuck, baby. J-just like that.â
Ajani doesnât let that distract him, however. Hand between her legs, he rubs his middle finger over her protruding clit.
She almost cries out as he neglects to touch her, keeping her underwear between them.Â
His pointer finger drops down to join the middle. And he pinches her bud. She yelps out.
âHold it,â he says, pinching harder. âHold it.â
Her head falls back as she cries out. The dam is about the break, she can feel it.Â
Her body goes numb for half a second, and then she feel the wet spot spread just a tiny bit bigger.
âIâm cumming, Iâm cummingââ
He cups her once more, feeling her clench down on nothing in his hand. The pink G-string clings to her lips, conforming to their shape.
Her hands freeze around his dick, unable to focus on him as she tries to keep herself from finishing completely over his seats.
âWe almost there ⊠almost there,â he soothes, turning into his buildingâs parking lot.
After regaining her composure, Dia tucks him back in his pants and zips him back up.
Ajani removes his hand as he parks in his designated spot, giving her the chance to fix herself.
When they get out the car, itâs a bit of relief. However, Ajani still has to make it to his apartment without being caught with this boner.
Watching Dia walk ahead of him to get into the main building, he gets an idea.
Itâs hard to concentrate as they stand there waiting for the elevator. Thereâs no one in the lobby, but that doesnât make her any less nervous.
Standing, her backside pressed to his front, she feels his dick poking at her.Â
Ajaniâs so hard, it almost aches. He kisses his teeth, and his hand on her hip squeezes harder.
âWhere this fuckinâ elevator at? Not tryna be waiting here all night.â
As he talks, his hips move just a bit, pushing his dick harder into the fat of her ass. Itâs not helping, honestly.
But, much to her relief, the elevator finally arrives with a sharp ding. They walk in and Ajani is quick to press the button to the eleventh floor.
It seems like time slows as the shaft achingly climbs the floors. Dia doesnât get to watch the numbers change as a hand comes around her neck and squeezesâher eyes flutter shut.
âCanât wait to ruin yo shit,â he whispers in her ear. âHave you bouncing on my dick.â
She moans softly as his hand tightens.
He sucks his teeth. âMatter factââ
It must be the liquor that has him doing this, and whatâs got her letting it happen.
In one second, sheâs bent over, her hands bracing the wall before her as he stands behind.
âShould just fuck ya lilâ ass in here.â
He smacks her left cheek before rutting into her. He spreads her ass with both hands, rubbing his clothed dick into her core.
âO-oh fuck,â she whimpers. The friction has her legs trembling.
âKeep fuckinâ moaning,â he pants, fucking against her. His eyes almost roll back and his balls tighten in his pants.
âBabyââ
Slapping a hand over her mouth, she tries to keep quiet ⊠and from cumming.
Backing up just an inch, he instead holds her by her waist and bounces her hard against him. She almost wails, her pussy craving to be filled.
But her torture ends soon as the elevator dings again, announcing their arrival to the eleventh floor. They waste no time getting out and making their way to his front door.Â
When they come to it, he hands her his keys as he remains behind her. She almost fumbles them, her hands shaking.
He grabs onto her hips again, gripping tightly.
âHurry up ⊠youâon feel that?â
The gravel of his voice makes her shiver, and the way his dick is pressed into her ass almost makes her eyes roll back.
His face drops into the crook of her neck and shoulder to press a kiss into her warm skin.
âHe missed you, baby.â
The slight slur in his voice drives her crazy. But, not more than the way he presses his hips harder against her.
Click, the door goes as she finally unlocks it. The rush of air that hits them as she pushes it open is refreshing. It clears her senses for just half-a-second before her brain is plunged back into a hot pool of lust.
Ajaniâs got his hands on her, spinning her around to press a wet kiss onto her lips. A heavy moan slips out of her as he squeezes her throat.
He sucks on her tongue like itâs his only lifeline, enjoying the taste of her spit too much.
His free hand encircles her waist and heads down to grip as much fat as it could.
The burn of his grip has her clenching in her panties. He pulls out of the kiss just to look her in the eyes.
âTake this stupid ass dress off before I rip it.â
His grip on her throat tightens and she feels herself go dumb a little bit. She nods.
He lets go of her completely, just to watch her pull the black dress over her head.Â
All sheâs got on is that tiny ass, pink G-string, no bra. The fabric is drenched with a wet stain as it clings to her. And her lips are damn near spilling out of it.
âNot even gonna be able to walk when I done with you,â he mumbles, staring at her as he squeezes his dick through his pants.
âWait, I wanna do something else first.â
DiamantĂ©âs gaze drops to the hard outline of his dickâso thick and long.
âYeah?â He looks at her with low eyes, paying keen attention to the outline of her fat pussy. âWhat you tryna do?â
She starts towards him, walking slow.Â
âI wanna suck it.â
His brows lift as an inkling of a smile is on his lips. âOh, word?â
âYeah.â
She stops right before him. A gentle push to his chest sends a big enough of messageâhe falls back onto his couch. And his eyes follow her as she gets down on her knees before him.
She crawls to him, sitting between his legs. Even pushes them apart wider. He almost shivers at her delicate touch on his knees. Â
âWould you let me?â
She blinks up at him as her hands snake their way up his thighs and into his lap. He slips further down into the couch, biting his lip as he watches her undo his pants for the second time tonight.
She gets a peek of those grills again, and she just finds them so sexy.
âAwe shit, baby, you could do whatever you wantâŠâ
His aid comes as he lifts his hips as she drags the heavy denim down his legs. Drunken giggles pour out from her lips as she eyes his print through his boxers.
Even through the thin fabric, the familiar heat of her palm makes his dick twitch. He has to stop himself from humping into her hand as she grips along his length.
Her laughter melts away as she watches his face with a luring smile.Â
âYouâre so wet, baby.â
He almost doesnât even hear her soft voice. But when he does, he looks down and notices the dark spot on his boxers.
âShit ⊠thatâs all you,â he mumbles. His eyes bore into her as she pulls him out of his underwear.
Heâs stiff and heavy in her hand. Her smaller fingers squeeze him just a bit tighter, a weak attempt at trying to get a better grip on him.Â
It amuses him, seeing how the tips of her fingers donât even meet when theyâre around him.
The warmth blossoming under his skin goads her to run a fist over his length.
âYou know how to do it?â he asks her.
She nods before looking back up at him. Looking into his eyes, she can tell that heâs fighting to stay present.
But with the liquor in both their systems, and lust running through their bodies, she can understand how difficult that must be for him.
âYou donât gotta ⊠take it all,â he swallows.
His thigh twitches; Her tongue laves against the underside of the warm, soft tip. She holds him as she circles her tongue around the head, shining it with her spit.Â
âFuck,â he hisses softly, body melting into the couch cushions.
She brushes her tongue against him, picking up a perfect bead of precum just as it dribbles out.
He inhales, shifting in the seat. âSpit on my shit.â
Puckering her lips, she spits it back out on his tip and spreads it across his skin.
âYeah,â he breathes out.
Holding him at the base, she takes his head back into her mouth. His stomach swoops and his breath stutters.Â
DiamantĂ© almost giggles, feeling his tip pulse in her mouth. She pulls off of him with a pop.Â
She repeats the action a couple of more times, going pop ⊠pop ⊠pop! She enjoys too much how he groans above her.
âStop playing, baby, câmon.â
The sound of him begging makes her clit pulse.Â
âOkay, okay,â she says softly, batting her lashes up at him.
Taking a deep inhale, she places her mouth back over the head. Slackening her jaw, she slowly descends his length.
âAwe ⊠shiii,â he stares down at her in shock.
Already, her jaw aches, having to accommodate his size. She gets about halfway.
âMmmh.â
The vibration of her hums make his toes curl. He jumps with a hiss. The movement gags her, and the sound only arouses him.
âT-take your time, babyââ he grunts. âYou donât gottaââ
He chokes on his own words as he watches her continue to swallow him with a bit of effort. The sight has him clutching the couch cushions.
Her throat constricts around his dick as she bottoms out. She nuzzles her nose against the small bush of dark curls at his base.
âFuck,â he mumbles, shifting his hips a bit.
Her eyes flutter close as she relishes the heavy weight her throat holds. His dick twitches, pulling a soft gag out of her.
He loves the sound.
Spit seeps from her mouth, dripping down his length. Trying to swallow around him is difficult.
Carefully, she lays her head against his open lap. She exhales through her nose, trying to relax as she suckles on him.
Itâs almost addicting, having his dick stuff her mouth to the brim. Sheâs content ⊠until she remembers her own arousal.
Her knees burn, but nevermind that. She brings a hand between her thick thighs, whimpering as she caresses herself.
The pads of her fingers slide back and forth over the soaked scrap of fabric covering her pussy.
Her thighs clench around her wrist. But still, she continues, sliding the tips of her acrylic nails against her aching pearl.
He watches her eyes open for just a second, only to showcase how they roll back. Her shoulders twitch.
âYou touchinâ yourself?â
She barely nods as another twitch rakes throughout her body.
The already wet patch of her panties grows warmer as she leaks more arousal. Her fingers rub harder and her pussy spasms.
âMmhââ
She whines around his dick, and his hips stutter.
âSo fuckinâ nasty,â he groans. âLike my dick in your mouth.â
Another whimper.
Peeling a hand from the armrest of the couch, Ajani reaches for her straightened hair and gathers it in a tight ponytail.
âRelax your throat,â is his only warning.
Long, slow strokes have her gagging on him. The back or her throat makes wet clicks as his dick fucks the back of her throat.
Tears bubble in DiamantĂ©âs eyes as her head bobs. Shaky fingers push her soaked panties to the side as she rubs through her sticky, creamy folds.
âLook so fuckinâ good like this,â he says through gritted teeth.Â
She plays in her mess, webs of cream sticking to the pads of her fingers and her pink clit.
His hold around her hair tightens and his pace quickens. Her gags become harsher and louder as he face-fucks her.
A squeal sounds at the back of her throat as she DJs herself quickly. Her chest stutters as it gets harder to breathe with her choking on him.Â
Her body tightens then releases; She sprays against her fingers and the hardwood floor. The hard stream catches his ears, making him sit up to watch.
The whites of her eyes are the only things that show as she cups herself between her legs.
A gooey mess of her spit and his precum drip down his balls and even her face, droplets falling on her bare chest.
âShit, baby ⊠awe shit,â he groans, head thrown back and mouth dropped open.
His stomach clenches as his brows pull together.
âIâm boutâa ⊠c-cumâfuck.â
He pushes her head all the way down, holding her there as he fucks up into her. She tightens her throat around him, sending him over the edge.
Ropes of cum shoot down her throat, sending her pulling off of him in a coughing fit.Â
When she calms, she pulls her hand from between her shaking thighs. Itâs messy with the remnants of her cream and squirt.
She wraps it around him and spits his cum back on his dick.
Itâs a bubbly, frothy mess. She jerks him off, milking him for the rest of his release as she mixes their cum and her spit together.
âSo fuckinâ dirty,â he rasps, his body sagging against the chair.
The squelches of her fist over his dick is music to their ears. Her hand glides with ease as she squeezes him tighter.
âBeatinâ my shit so good.â
Breathy laughter pours out of her as she sticks out her tongue and flattens it. Staring into his low eyes, she taps his dick against the bed of her tongue.
She slides the pink muscle against him before flicking it twice against his leaky slit. He shivers beneath her, and she feeds off the reaction.
Taking his head back into her mouth, she sucks on it with her lips as she digs out his slit with her tongue.
Heâs a whining mess as she overstimulates him.
âFuck baby ⊠fuuuck babyâfuck babyyââ
Ajaniâs head falls back against the cushions and his eyes roll back. He opens his mouth to cry out:
âF-fuuuuuckââ
Lifting from him quickly, she taps him against her tongue as he erupts. His cum paints the pink muscle in white ropes.
âSo good,â she hums, still tugging at him.
His chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath and calm his beating heart. His ears ring and his visionâs got dots.
It takes him too long to return back to earth, as if she had hard reset him.Â
But, thatâs not where their night endsâfar from it, actually.
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Captain's Seat | Luffy x Reader
Part of the Thousand Sunny Slice-of-Life Series
Find the other parts with the rest of the Straw Hats here
Summary: You checked up on the Captain, who had been sitting on his favorite seat for hours as he tried to get the first glimpse of an oncoming island Word count: 1.2k Tags: one-shot, fluff, domestic bliss onboard the sunny, platonic straw hat pirates x reader, main pairing could be interpreted as platonic or romantic, no use of y/n, GN but written with F!Reader in mind
a/n: here it is, the final fic of the thousand sunny slice-of-life series, featuring our beloved captain!! i wanna say thank you to everyone who has been following along, and a warm welcome to everyone whoâs seeing this series for the first time! without further ado, please enjoy!
âThis is boooring,â Luffy whined from his perch on the Sunnyâs railing, one hand limply holding a fishing pole.Â
The water today was calm, and the weather was sunny, but not too hot. That is to say, it was a perfect morning for fishing. But, it had also been two weeks since the last time the Straw Hats set foot on solid ground, so you could understand why your Captain was bored out of his mind.
âIt hasnât even been ten minutes, Captain.â You chuckled as you looked up at him. You were leaning against the railing next to Luffy, a fishing pole of your own gripped between your fingers.Â
âBut no fish is biting!â He pouted, resting his chin on top of his hand.
âHave some patience, Luffy.â You chided him, though a smile was still present on your face. Knowing full well how his brain works, you wittily added, âDonât you want some grilled fish for lunch? Or sashimi? Maybe some fish and chips? Iâm sure Sanji will make something delicious with our catch.â
Luffyâs eyes practically sparkled at the mention of food, and his focus returned to his fishing pole with renewed vigor. You smiled to yourself, nothing motivated your Captain more than a promise of a good old feast.Â
âAnd get down from there, will you?â you told him, eyeing his precarious position on the thin railing, âIâm not fishing you out if you fall overboard.â
âThatâs alright!â Luffy laughed cheekily, âZoro will get me!â
You sighed, knowing that he was absolutely correct.Â
Todayâs catch ended up being an octopus, some mackerels, and a giant tuna, which was so massive that it actually managed to drag Luffy into the ocean. Zoro immediately jumped after him of course, just like Luffy said he would, and successfully wrangled the tuna onboard with him too.Â
Sanji was ecstatic to see the tuna and proceeded to expertly filet the fish, treating the crew to a fresh sashimi platter before cooking the rest of it for lunch.
The meal that followed was a buffet of seafood delicacies â Sanjiâs specialty â and by the end of it, everyone was so full that no one seemed to have the willpower to get up from the dining table.Â
âOh, right!â Nami suddenly spoke up, âWeâve entered an islandâs climate, by the looks of the weather, so we should make landfallâŠâ
Namiâs sentence was cut short by Luffyâs excited whoop. He immediately leaped up from his chair and charged outside, looking back only to thank Sanji for the meal. You could hear the Captain hooting with joy as he ran to the front of the ship, singing the word âadventureâ over and over to a random tune of his own making.
The orange-haired girl heaved a long sigh, âI was saying that we may be making landfall in a few days. The island wonât even come into view until tomorrow, at least.âÂ
Robin let out a soft giggle, âLet him be, Nami. You know how excited he always gets whenever weâre approaching a new island.â
The crew returned to their respective activities after lunch. Franky and Usopp were holed up in their workshops, while Zoro was training in the crowâs nest. Nami was in the library, readying her mapmaking tools to chart the new island and the seas surrounding it. Robin was keeping her company, deeply engrossed in a book.Â
You helped Sanji wash the dishes and clean up the dining room, before asking him for pieces of vegetables to feed the Straw Hatsâ resident transponder snails. The little creatures usually just sleep a lot, so it was always fascinating to see their round eyes widen at the sight of some fresh greens.Â
A couple of hours passed before you noticed that Luffy had yet to come down from his spot at the figurehead. Now that your chores are finished, you figured it was a good time as any to go check up on him.Â
âHey, Captain!â You called out from the bottom of the stairs leading up to the lionâs head, âMind if I join you?â
Luffy whipped his head around at your voice, yelling out your name excitedly. His lips formed a sly grin, and your eyes widened as you belatedly realized what he was up to, âLuffy, donât you dare!â
There was nothing you could do as Luffyâs arm stretched out, wrapped several times around your waist, and snatched you off the deck. You crashed into him, both of you struggling to maintain your balance on the curved figurehead.Â
Once you were safely seated next to him, you playfully swatted his arm, âI couldâve just used the stairs, you know. Did you want to fall into the ocean for the second time today?â
He only scratched his head and laughed maniacally, âMy bad!â
Luffyâs eyes returned to the horizon, eager to catch the first glimpse of the island, which, according to Nami, wonât even appear until tomorrow.Â
You said teasingly, âHow come you can stay up here for hours but get bored with only ten minutes of fishing?âÂ
âHmm,â He seriously considered, before nodding decisively, âBecause the view is way better from here.âÂ
You laughed, âWeâre in the middle of the ocean, Luffy. The view is practically the same from anywhere on the ship!â
âNope!â He insisted, âHere is better.â
You could only chuckle, âIf you say so, Captain.â
After a few minutes, Luffyâs knees started bouncing in excitement, âI wonder what kind of adventure weâll have on this next island! Do you think there's gonna be a jungle? A desert? A crowded town? Ah, I canât wait to taste the food there too!â
âLooking at our track record so far, there will probably also be trouble waiting for us, huh?â You said in jest, nudging him with your shoulder.Â
âWell, whatever the trouble, Iâm not worried one bit.â He gave you a wide grin, âAfter all, I have you guys with me!âÂ
Luffy put both his hands in front of his face and counted off on his fingers, âI have you, Zoro, Nami, Usopp, Sanji, Chopper, Robin, Franky, Brook, and Jinbe. We always made it through together somehow, donât we? So, we can just keep doing what we do until we reach the end of the Grand Line!â
You nodded in agreement, your heart filled anew with joy and gratitude for this little family of yours â this little band of misfits who had somehow found each other amid this wide, wide ocean. Â
Your Captain was uncharacteristically solemn for a moment before he proclaimed, âThen, Iâm going to become the King of the Pirates!âÂ
He had said the exact same thing thousands of times before, but the conviction in his voice never wavered.Â
âYou will.â You replied with equal confidence, not a shadow of doubt in your mind.Â
âAnd you all are gonna be there by my side when I do.â Luffy said, not as a question or even a Captainâs order, just a statement that you both knew would come true.Â
You took his hand and intertwined your fingers with his, âOf course we will.â
With that signature laugh of his, he took off his treasured hat and placed it firmly on top of your head, âY'know, Iâm glad you joined my crew!â
âWell, you didnât exactly give me a choice!â You joked, recalling how he wouldnât take no for an answer when he first invited you to join the Straw Hat Pirates. You leaned your head against his and squeezed his hand, âBut, Iâm really glad Iâm here too.â
You sat side-by-side with Luffy for hours after that, eyes on the horizon, awaiting the stage for your next adventure to come into sight.
Maybe your Captain was right, the view really did seem better from up here.
a/n: aaahh itâs over! thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed that! this series may have come to an end, but iâd love to write some more of these slice-of-life stories if someone requested it, so if you have ideas/scenarios featuring any of the straw hats, you are more than welcome to slide into my askbox or dm!
Find the other parts with the rest of the Straw Hats here
#one piece#one piece fluff#one piece x reader#one piece x you#one piece x y/n#one piece imagine#luffy#monkey d luffy#straw hat luffy#luffy x reader#luffy x you#luffy x y/n#monkey d luffy x reader#monkey d luffy x you#monkey d luffy x y/n#straw hat pirates x reader#straw hat pirates#straw hat crew#op fanfic#one piece fanfic#one piece fanfiction#chibinasuu fics
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Spawn Astarion Recommendations!
So I heard you guys want Spawn Astarion Recommendations too! I heard you :) Apologies if it took awhile it got hard to compile everything I read.
I honestly have read more one shots Spawn Astarion than series tbh. but here are some series I love! These are Astarion x Tav / You / OCs following the story from the game! I'll be happy to make another list for AU's! Another Ascended list is on the way too~ :))
I DEFINITELY RECOMMEND FOLLOWING THESE WRITERS TOO as they have really great HCs and One Shots!
The Arrangement by @fangswbenefits - This is one of the first ones I've read and how she wrote Astarion is just so ASTARION! The lines, the slow burn and the smut are exquisite as hell. I do suggest reading her oneshots too! Her smuts are so good I suggest reading it ALONE. XD ONGOING!
The Fangs Between Us by @feyascorner - Not your typical Lovey-dovey Astarion and Tav. Astarion actually felt betrayed and actually tried killing you! Can love still blossom? is it still there? Would you guys even be friends?! So much angst and but oh so goooood! ONGOING!
Shadows of the Past by @pastshadowsff-blog / PallidMoon - What's an Astarion story w/o the angst? I would definitely be devastated the moment Astarion left me! The process of healing and loving, the confrontations here are soooo on point! Have a good gale on the side too~ ONGOING!
Love at First Knife by @bg-brainrot - DEFINITELY A FAVORITE! Aside from the romance from Astarion and TAV you get the WHOLE GANG TOO! I'm a sucker on everything on this series! I can't count how many times I've re-read this while I wait for my other fics to update. ONGOING? I'm not sure but it gets updated!
When Heâs all but Forgotten How to Love Again by @bg-brainrot - okay another one from the same author, at this point just read everything!! okay, but what if TAV died and got reincarnated?! If you got an elf TAV this is definitely one for the books! I LOOOOVE this one a lot. Getting your memories back and seeking your lover out, would it be the same? Would he even remember you?! Surely he will right?! but what if he don't? hmmmm READ IT! ONGOING!
Astarion Talks In His Sleep by @littlejuicebox - This is a short series but this was just memorable coz WE'LL LOVE EVERYTHING in it. It's one of the happy endings you'd totally wish for and how this story got me gasping and giddy was just chef's kiss! You'll love her DADSTARION series too! I LOVE THIS FAMILY A LOT. :))
Cursed To Put My Hands On Everything by @maladaptive-menace - I recently found this and I got hook immediately on the concept! I also love the titles on this series, as the title says~ :)) So imagine you're doing your mundane things IRL and one tiring night you found yourself Isekaid IN the GAME?! You know you're effed up, how would you survive?! well at least you got your dream come true of meeting the gang in the fleshâŠspecially the Pale Elf~ ONGOING!
Winter Holiday Challenge Fills by @justporo - So this is an all fluff from the Winter Holidays! I know it's not christmas anymore but if you missed it during that time who cares?! READ IT! Get all the fluffiness you need from this series! Check that full masterlist on their profile too while you're at it~ :)) FINISHED!
The Currents of Destiny by @lendeah - You and Astarion fights after he didn't go with the Ascension, left and scorn you to die screaming! But what if he sees all the what if that could happen?! Would his decision stay the same? FINISHED!
An Adventure in Making a Life by @redlittlefoxari - okay something different but maybe a PREGNANCY fic anyone? :D This was one of the fastest story I binged! You both just learned you're pregnant but an invitation from a friend comes forth! Maybe keep it a surprise for the gang? How would this pregnancy on the road takes you? ALSOOOO FREAKING LOVIING HUSBAND ASTARION UGGHH i can't~
I have more authors to recommend but we'll keep this list for now! I urge you to follow these authors too and check their other works.
Let me know if you guys are up for more recommendations! I have more to share! <3 Hope you enjoy reading them as I did! More reading buddies!
#astarion#bg3 astarion#astarion x reader#astarion x tav#astarion fic#bg3#astarion ancunin#spawn astarion#astarion x you#astarion baldurs gate 3#baldurs gate 3#astarion x oc#astarion x durge#baldur's gate 3
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FAQ + COD series masterpost (MONSTER AU + SOAPBOX UNDER THE CUT)
CONTENT WARNING: This blog contains explicit 18+ content! If you are a minor, please do not follow or interact!
(This counts for people who are 17 as well, 18 is truly the minimum age I'd be alright with.)
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Frequently Asked Questions:
(read through the #askbox tag before asking to see if Iâve already answered! repeat questions and spam will be deleted.)
1. What program and brush do you use?
Clip Studio Paint, and I alternate between two brushes: fat sketcher 2 from stealthnachoâs brushset, and short vertical bar (dual brush) from sparthâs art pack 1
2. What tablet do you use?
I use a Surface Pro 8, which is a laptop where you can draw directly onto the screen. However, this is a really pricey purchase and before I had it, I used an Intuous Tablet for 6 years and loved it.
3.Can I repost your art on other platforms?
You can, but please credit me every time!
4.Can I write a fic/make fanart/ make an OC based on your AU?
Yeah sure!
5.Have you thought of what monster [insert character] would be? / Will you be adding [insert character] to the monster AU?
If I havenât talked about certain characters already, I probably wonât at all. And I donât have anything against these characters, but itâs more like Iâm largely indifferent and have 0 thoughts. Do what you will, I made my AU as a sandbox for others to play in too, so you decide what to do with these characters!
6.Will you ever draw Konig/Soapbox again?
If I feel like it, probably! But the brainrot where it was the main focus has definitely passed <3
7. Can I use your art for c.ai/ character bots?
I'd really prefer it if you didn't, sorry! I take a largely anti-AI stance on most things now.
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MONSTER 141 AU
extra | team 141 character introductions
extra | konig + horangi character introductions
extra | las almas crew + graves character introduction
part ? | price/gaz rooftop talks
part 1 | bag of tricks
part 2 | ghost/soap muzzle
part 3 | price+ghost check in
part 4 | ghost + soap + gaz in action (part 1)
part 5 | ghost + soap + gaz in action (part 2)
part 6 | ghost + soap + gaz in action (part 3)Â
part 7 | sketchdump 1
part 8 | ghost/soap chasing tail
part 9 | soap/fantasy!ghost (full vers on patreon)
part 10 | ghost/soap docile
part 11 | ghost/price due diligence
part 11.5 | ghost/soap due diligence (nsfw - only available on patreon)
part 12 | ghost/price holding back pt 1
part 13 | ghost/price holding back pt 2
part 14 | soap/gaz doing things blind (only available on patreon)
part 15 | konig/horangi clear
part 16 | sketchdump 2
part 17 | debrief
part 18 | ghost/soap work it out (part 1)
part 19 | ghost/soap work it out (part 2)
part 20 | cockatrice (part 1)
part 21 | cockatrice (part 2)
part 22 | sketchdump 3/puppy playtime
part 23 | new moon (part 1)
part 24 | new moon (part 2)
part 25 | new moon (part 3)Â
part 26 | open book
part 27 | face to a name
part 28 | before
part 29 | thatâs an order
part 30 | diplomacy
part 31 | mr riley
part 32 | human
part 33 | wraith part 34 | sitting ducks part 35 | negotiations part 36 | monster part 37 | bloodsucker part 38 | the lieutenant's arrived part 39 | he keeps his promises part 40 | i'm sorry john. part 41 | mutt part 42 | limitations part 1 part 43 | limitations part 2 part 44 | limitations part 3 part 45 | hoard (full comic on patreon) part 46 | hoard part 2 (full comic on patreon) part 47 | mask off part 48 | aware part 1 part 49 | aware part 2 part 50 | reward (part 1) (suggestive) part 51 | reward (part 2) (nsfw - full comic only available on patreon) part 52 | reward (part 3) (nsfw - full comic only available on patreon) part 53 | catchup part 54 | brief part 55 | group huddle part 56 | quid pro quo part 57 | wing thing part 58 | generous part 59 | learning moment (part 1) part 60 | learning moment (part 2) part 61 | shy part 62 | the viper and the vampire part 63 | easy pickings part 64 | bogey part 65 | trapdoor part 66 | birdie
SOAPBOX SAGA (SOAP/GHOST/KONIG SERIES)
part 1 | konig/soap first meeting
part 2 | ghost/soap kid and a cookie jar (full vers on patreon)
part 3 | ghost/konig spar pt 1
part 4 | ghost/konig spar pt 2
extra | ghost + konig facecanons
part 5 | ghost/soap heart to heart
part 6 | ghost/konig grow a pair
part 7 | konig/soap do something
part 8 | konig/soap/ghost rough part 1 (full vers on patreon)
part 9 | konig/soap/ghost rough part 2 (full vers on patreon)
part 10 | trio feat. price mission start
part 11 | trio feat!unmasked konig
part 12 | trio feat! unmasked konig pull yourself together
part 13 | konig fantasises (full vers on patreon)
part 14 | ghost/konig feat. soap private lesson
part 15 | ghost/konig/soap lieutenantâs room
part 16 | ghost/konig/soap good for us (full vers on patreon)
#soapbox saga#monster 141 au#got soapbox from whisperwarm#my partner in crime in spreading this polycule agenda fandomwide#added monster au since its probably gonna go on for a while as well#god i wish lists could collapse#i added an faq!!!!#giragi art
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I know nothing about spencer actually, since I never watch his series. But I read on one of your fics that spencer is germphobia?
Could I request one where spencer gets home after a case for a week and found reader sick in the bathroom?, and she's kinda locked herself since she knows spencer germphobia?
You know that kind of fever where you sweat and throw up nonstop
It's been so long after you write spencer. I miss your spencer a lottttttt TnT
Thank you for requesting! Iâm not totally sure if Spencer is canonically confirmed germophobic but heâs definitely sensitive to germs, so weâll roll with that :)Â
cw: nausea, vomiting
Spencer Reid x fem!reader ⥠832 words
Youâre not at your best, shaky and sweaty, but when you hear the front door open you move quick as a flash. Lock the bathroom door.
âHello?â Spencerâs call echoes through the apartment.Â
âHi,â you say back, quieter than you intend. Still, he finds you easily, and youâre glad you reacted fast when the handle on the door jiggles. âWhat are you doing here?âÂ
Spencerâs taken to staying at your place, but when heâd called you from the jet to tell you his case was over youâd said to go back to his apartment. With what he knows about how sick youâve been the last couple of days, you thought heâd listen.Â
âYou shouldnât be by yourself,â he answers simply. He doesnât try the handle again, but his voice sounds just on the other side of the door. âAre you okay?âÂ
âIâve been better,â you admit, breathing through another wave of nausea, âbut Iâll be fine. You should go home.âÂ
âI am home. Open the door.âÂ
âSpence,â you sigh. The tips of your fingers are cool against your temples, and you press them in to quell the uneasy feeling that comes with having your brain so muddled. âYou donât want to come in here.âÂ
âWhy canât I decide that?â Thereâs an odd scraping sound on the other side of the door.Â
âBecause youâre too nice. I know how you feel about germs.â The mutinous acid vat of your stomach revolts again, and you cough a couple of times, swallowing forcefully.Â
âIâm just as likely to get sick from pressing an elevator button,â Spencer insists gently. âSeriously, let me in.âÂ
âGo home,â you plead.Â
âIâm coming in.âÂ
You sigh, bending to lean your head against the cool porcelain of your tub. âWhat, are you going to kick the door in?â Heâs told you about his coworker Morgan doing that, but you donât think of your scrawny (though you love him for it) boyfriend as capable of such measures.Â
âNot quite.â Another scraping sound, and you sit up as your bathroom door tips outward. Spencer catches it before it can fall, easing it down onto the floor before stepping over it. Heâs taken the whole thing off its hinges.Â
âShow off,â you say tiredly, too spent to do anything about it as he walks over to you.Â
âYeah, well,â Spencer lifts some flyaway baby hairs off your neck, cool knuckles pressing to the hot skin, âI didnât want to damage your door. You didnât tell me your fever was this bad.âÂ
âI told you I was sick.âÂ
âI feel like âsickâ is more or less ambiguous,â he says, not unkindly. His touch moves to your face, long, slender fingers laying down across your forehead. âHow high is it?âÂ
âDunno.â You swallow thickly. âHavenât checked. Are you okay?âÂ
âI touched a dead body yesterday; so long as I shower after this Iâll be fine. How have you not checked?âÂ
âI canâtâfindââ You cough as bile rises in your throat, bending over the toilet ââtheââÂ
âOkay, itâs okay.â Spencer rubs your back. Your coughing turns into retching. âI got it. Iâll look for the thermometer soon, okay?âÂ
You nod, tears pressing at your eyes as you dry heave. The muscles in your throat and abdomen spasm painfully.Â
Spencer makes a sorry sound, his hand coasting up and down the ridges of your spine. âYou havenât been eating anything, have you?â Itâs not really a question. âWe need to get something in your system. You know that âstarve a feverâ saying is an old wivesâ tale, right?â
He sits with you until the fit abates, then stands and leaves the room. You hear cabinet doors opening and shutting, and before long heâs got a wet rag cooling the back of your neck, youâre sipping water out of a straw, and heâs sticking your previously missing thermometer in your ear.Â
âIâll probably have to go soon if I want to get to the store before it closes,â heâs saying quietly, free hand settled comfortably north of your knee. Youâre trying really hard not to breathe in his face. âItâd be good to have some cheerios or something for you to eat, and something with electrolytes.âÂ
The thermometer beeps, and he pulls it close to read the screen, a frown pursing his pretty lips.Â
âAre you sure you want to stay?â you ask, though at this point you really want him to as well. âI donât want to freak you out.âÂ
Spencer sets the thermometer aside. âYouâre not freaking me out,â he says, hands gentle as he takes the rag from your neck and folds it onto a new side before putting it back. You almost sigh. âThe worst thing that can happen is I get sick, andâ âhe meets your eyes, mouth tipping upward as he shrugsâ âif that happens, it canât be helped. But if I went back to my apartment, and I was fine there but you were still sick here by yourself, well, whatâs the point in that?âÂ
#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer reid x y/n#spencer reid x you#spencer reid x self insert#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid fic#spencer reid hurt/comfort#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid scenario#spencer reid drabble#spencer reid blurb#spencer reid oneshot#spencer reid one shot#criminal minds#criminal minds fanfiction#criminal minds fanfic#criminal minds fic#criminal minds fandom#criminal minds x reader#tw vomit#tw nausea
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hi my friends! hope you're all doing well. just wanted to come on here and share a little updates w you guys (if you're still here lol)
i guess it's been like a month n a half since i formally went on hiatus, and it's been nice! i got kinda sick for a little bit lmfaooo which was tough to manage w school, but i'm better now
although i took time away from my blog, i still delved in writing here n there. i haven't written anything for kickoff since tbh i'm in such a slump w it. but i still have big plans for stuff that happens after ch13, so hopefully i can just push through this next chapter and get to a better place. thanks so much to anyone that is still interested in the story, it means a lot to me. i know i'm so slow w updates and the story has been going on for almost a year now, but the continued support is so sweet! even though i didn't work on writing it these past one n a half months, i still really love it and plan to finish it.
i'm not sure if many people remember that i had this sort of "apocalypse" gojo x reader au about an asteroid being set to hit the earth in three days, and reader n gojo are ex lovers n the impending end of the world makes them break no-contact...yeah i finished writing the first chapter for it and i really love it so far! it's like set in new york which is really fun haha i love stories where new york is kind of its own "character" if that makes sense...it will definitely be a limited series w only 4 chapters or so, but i kinda wanna finish all 4 chapters before i start posting it bc i don't want it to be a drawn out series in terms of posting since i think it'd be best enjoyed in frequent succession if that makes sense
as for ihm, i think i wrote the most for ihm during my hiatus. i finished three chapters for it, but they are shorter chapters (around 3-4k words). i kinda realized one of my biggest reasons for burnout w my fics were the reaaaaallly long chapters...like didn't i have a 22k chapter for kickoff or sumn lol. idk i can't remember. but anyways, yeah the mindset behind the longer chapters was bc i liked each chapter to kinda have its own conflict, build up, tension then resolution in a sense. but it was exhausting to write that way tbh lol. so i think moving forward, for ihm, i will have shorter chapters. i just don't wanna think to much about things anymore, and write from my heart, bc i have a lot of things planned for ihm, and among the criticism i've received for my writing choices vs my own vision for the story, i've realized during my hiatus that the only way i can finish ihm, or any of my storeis for that matter, is if i just.........stop giving a fuck about it. lol idk if that sounds strange to say, but like, i don't want to over-edit anything. i don't want to think too much about redundancy. i don't want to flower things up or cut stuff out. i'm at the point where imma just write a first draft, check for grammarly errors, and then post it. i guess the reason i'm sharing this is because idk if this means that people may enjoy my writing less since i will admittedly be spending much less time on it than i did before, but tbh i realized i find the most joy while i'm writing, and not while i'm editing. so i want to spend as little time on the latter as possible, and if that changes the quality of my work, then so be it.
anyways, hmm as for hiatus. i guess i'm off hiatus now? i really enjoyed being off of tumblr tbh this app has a lot of questionable content at times (esp in jjk community) and it also did wonders for my studying bc i wasn't spending time doomscrolling or shit posting anymore lmfaooo. but as for writing in particular, i think i will start to post ihm again exclusively. i can't say anything about kickoff or my other projects, but i feel comfortable to start posting ihm again.
sorry, i know that i have kept my replies and ask box off for a long time. but i will open them again once i start posting chapters because i really miss interacting with you guys.
anywho, these are my updates lol i'm like not sure how many of my readers are still here or which ones have moved on but that's ok, i'm grateful to anyone n everyone. hope to see you all soon again!
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Secret's Out
This is a mini-fic based on the series "Secret Secret" by the lovely @hornyfor-redacted-onmain
I was awake at 4am the other night and in order to fall asleep I thought of a way that the reader gets exposed as an omega to the rest of the Stray Kids members!
An alternate smut ending can be read here
ABO!OT8 x Reader
Summary: the skz comeback has begun and youâre at the first hotel of the tour. Whatâs gonna happen when you get a panicked call from Chan during a dance rehearsal? Will you be able to keep your omega nature hidden?
Warnings: Felix in distress, Minho gets pissed, Chan is losing it, cursing, abo dynamics, dubcon if you squint, Y/N used four times, probably incorrect assumptions about Korean hotels
You arrived at the first hotel of the tour feeling exhausted. The drive from Guangdong to Gangseo wasnât necessarily long, but it was stressful nonetheless. Being squished in the backseat between Hyunjin and Jisung definitely wasnât comfortable, but since you were smaller than the boys there wasnât much of a choice.
The hotel was way fancier than any youâve been to before. The lobby had a completely open floor plan, complete with marble tiles and floor to ceiling windows. You stood to the side while Chan and Soojin got everyone checked in. Thankfully it didnât take long. You were dying to get to your room and flop down for a nap. Soojin handed out the key cards, and luckily you were rooming with Maya.Â
Applying my scent blockers and pheromone perfume is gonna be a challenge, you thought as the elevator swiftly rose to the third floor. All of the stylists and staff members were on the third floor while the boys had rooms on the fifth. And the main reason for choosing this hotel: a fully equipped dance studio on the bottom level. Itâs best not to wander too far since the boys could be easily recognized, even with masks and hats on. You and Maya quickly settled into the room. It was time for a quick 30 minute (or maybe 2 hour) nap.
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It was the third day at this hotel and you were working on translating more promotional posters on your laptop. Maya left hours ago to coordinate with the other stylists for tomorrowâs performance. You doubted she would be back before dinner. Your train of thought was interrupted by your phone buzzing. You had to dig around the blankets, but you found that it was Chan calling. Your eyebrows pinched together, confused by him calling in the middle of rehearsal.
âChan? What-â you were cut off by the idolâs panicked breathing.
âFelix collapsed. Minho said itâs a subdrop, and none of our scents are bringing him back. I donât know what to do, this is my fault!â You felt a rush of worry down your spine. A subdrop right after a heat meant Felix was in serious emotional turmoil.Â
âIâm coming, Iâll be down in less than five minutes. Make sure Felix is comfortable and in a safe place,â you ordered. You didnât give Chan the time to answer, opting to hang up and sprint toward the studio. You hesitated for a second at the elevators before slamming the door to the stairwell open. Your lungs burned as you ran down the stairs at top speed, sometimes skipping several steps at a time.Â
âWhere is he?â You shoved past Minho and Jeongin. Chan and Jisung knelt at Felixâs side. Fear and panic permeated the scents of every member, nearly overwhelming your keen sense of smell.Â
âNone of our scents are bringing him back. Not the alphas, not the betas.â Jisung choked on his tears. He locked into your gaze, eyes rimmed with red.Â
âY/N, is he going to be okay?â Chan practically begged you. He was obviously holding back his own emotions. He had to be strong for his pack. But he and his inner alpha were panicked and angry, not at Felix, at himself.
âIâve seen this before. When I was at university, one of my classmates was an omega. He went into subdrop after an alpha harassed him all semester,â you lean down and check the younger omega for injuries. âFelixâs omega is rejecting alpha pheromones because it was an alpha that caused his turmoil.â
âHow do we fix it?â Minhoâs voice was strained. He didnât like that he couldnât help his packmate.Â
âHe needs an omegaâs scent. Thatâs what got my classmate to wake up.â Your eyes darted around the studio. âWhereâs Seungmin?!â
âOh my god, he stayed in our room because he had a headache. He was planning to come down after lunch,â Jeongin said. âShould I go get him?â
âNo. The longer Felix is in the drop, the harder it is to come out of it.â You gently brushed Felixâs bangs out of his eyes. You knew it would be up to you to help the whimpering omega. Your own omega was screaming at you to protect.
âIs he going to die?!â Jisung clapped his hand over his mouth. Panic surged through the air.
âNo! Absolutely not.â You licked the scent glands on your wrist and aggressively rubbed at your neckâs glands. Luckily, you were only wearing the scent blocker.Â
âWhat the hell are you⊠doingâŠâ Minho trailed off as your real scent flowed through the air. You could feel everyone staring at you, but you focused solely on Felix.Â
âCome on, Felix. Come back to us.â You held your wrist up to his nose. He didnât move. You huffed in annoyance at the alphas crowding around you.Â
âBack up! Youâre making this more difficult with your alpha stink,â you snapped. Minho glared, but allowed Changbin to pull him back. Your scent was still partially blocked out, your wrist glands werenât going to cut it.Â
You moved to straddle Felixâs lap, pulling the blonde to sit up. The other boys made various sounds of shock at your boldness. You ignored them. You quickly pushed his nose into the crook of your neck, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You felt him take a deep breath, exhaling slowly.Â
âCome on, sweet boy, come back,â you whispered into the crown of his head. Felix jolted. His fear filled eyes met with yours. Tears flooded his lash line.
âOmega?â Your heart clenched at the weakness in Felixâs voice. Your hands moved to cup his cheeks. Felix sobbed and buried his face into your neck again, squeezing your middle in a crushing hug.Â
âItâs okay, Felix. Iâve got you. Youâre safe.â You gently swayed and ran a gentle hand through his hair. Despite your own anxiety, you managed to keep your scent soothing. The younger omega nuzzled into your neck and cheek, scenting you out of instinct. You chuckled with a small shake of your head. You were beyond relieved that you were able to help. You pressed a small kiss to Felixâs scent gland to further calm the boy.Â
âI- fuck, I need to step out,â Chan broke you from your stupor. He slammed the studio doors open and rushed out.
âIâll go check on him,â Hyunjin followed the agitated alpha to the hallway.Â
âAlphas are so dramatic,â you clicked your tongue. Felix giggled and pulled his head back. âHey, thereâs that pretty smile!â
âIâm sorry. Y/N, Iâm so sorry I made you-âÂ
âShh, Felix itâs okay. They were going to find out eventually. Iâm just happy that youâre awake. My omega went nuts when Chan said you dropped.â You tucked Felixâs bangs behind his ear with a gentle smile.
âUh, is this a bad time to say that this is really hot?âÂ
âChangbin!â You whipped your head around to scold the young beta. âYes, this is a very inappropriate time to say something like that.â
âSorry! Iâm sorry, but, I mean, look at you,â he gestured to your current position. âYouâre sitting in Felixâs lap, his hands are on your thighs, and your scents are mixing in the most delicious way.â Felix flushed a deep red.Â
âBin, you made Felix uncomfortable!â Jisung joined you in scolding his bad behavior.Â
âDo you want me to move?â You sighed, looking at the blushing omega.
âY-yeah, as long as I can hold your hand. And keep your leg touching mine!â You sat criss-cross next to Felix, pressing your thigh into his. He squeezed your hand, and you returned the gesture.Â
âRight, so Chan-hyung had to leave because he apparently couldnât handle the smell of both omegas. He said that his alpha was going wild seeing Felix scent Y/N.â Hyunjin strolled back into the studio. Seungmin trailed in behind him with a cooling patch on his forehead.
âJeongin, I got your text. Is everything okay?â He paused, sniffed at the air, and rushed up to you and Felix, grinning widely. The youngest omega plopped down behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle and resting his forehead on the back of your neck.
âI thought you were a beta! This is so cool, we have another omega,â Seungmin gushed, although his voice was muffled by your t-shirt. He sighed happily. âYour and Felixâs scents are helping my headache way better than any aspirin.â
âAwe, Iâm glad I could help,â you cooed. You reached a hand behind you to run a hand through Seungminâs bedhead.Â
âWhy did you lie about your presentation?â Minhoâs sharp voice broke the serene moment between the three omegas. Your hand dropped to your lap.Â
âIâm sorry I lied to you, but it was necessary. Working as a translator for JYP has been my dream job for forever.â You looked up at the alpha. He stood with his arms crossed over his chest.
âJYP doesnât hire omegas. So you lied, used scent blockers, and an artificial scent to pretend to be a beta? To get a job?â You bristled at the accusatory tone in Minhoâs voice.Â
âYes, I did. And Iâd do it again.â Minho pressed his lips into a thin line. He was annoyed, angry, but most of all defensive over his packmates.Â
âDoes Chan know?â Changbin cut in, worry evident in his voice.Â
âYeah, he knows,â you sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose.Â
âAnd how is it that Chan and Felix know, but the rest of us are left in the dark?â Minho once again took the reigns of the impromptu interrogation. Felixâs jaw tensed. He glared at the floor. You could tell that he was embarrassed about the real way you and Chan met, and how he learned your secret.Â
âFelix actually caught me first,â you started. The blondeâs eyes snapped up to yours. âHe saw me at a cafe without the scent blockers and perfume. I explained everything, and Felix promised to keep my secret as long as Chan was aware.â You knew you shouldnât have lied again, but the relief that washed over Felix negated the guilt bubbling in your stomach.
âI understand if you want to report me to management,â you sighed. You figured this would happen at some point, but the disappointment hit hard.
âNO!â You jumped when Felix and Seungmin yelled and tightened their hold on you. âWe are absolutely not reporting her.â
âFelix, she lied. Why would you want her as our staff member?!â Minho shook his head in disbelief.Â
âI donât want to report her, either, hyung. Sheâs really nice, a great translator, and her scent is so comforting.â You were honestly surprised that Seungmin was arguing in your defense. You thought he hated you. Minhoâs gaze flickered between the two omegas of the group. Neither backed down, meeting his gaze with steely determination.
The staring contest was interrupted by the studio door opening again. Chan ran a hand over his face.
âSorry I left. Is Felix okay?â Chan nearly choked on his own spit as he took in the scene before him. His two omegas, cuddled up to you. All three of your scents mixed together. If he thought his alpha was intense before, he was going into absolute overdrive now.
âFuck!â He cursed and pressed his hands into his eyes before dropping them to his sides. He drank in the sight of the three omegas. He stalked forward, eyes predatory. You could practically feel his alpha pushing to the surface. You subtly moved in front of the younger omegas, your instincts screaming at you to protect them. Chan got too close for your omegaâs liking and you growled, slightly baring your teeth.Â
âDid you just growl at me, omega?â He scoffed. The attitude switch from calm and protective leader to predator left the younger omegas and the betas on edge. You felt the boys cling onto you tighter. Your instinct to listen to the alpha clashed with your instinct to protect your juniors.Â
âYou think you can intimidate me by using my title?â You sneered at him. The muscle in his jaw twitched in agitation. âPull your shit together, Chan. You are scaring them!â Chan finally seemed to realize that most of his pack was tensed, ready to fight or flee when he made a move.
âJisung, Changbin, Jeongin. Take them back to Y/Nâs room.â Chan said through gritted teeth. The three betas hesitated. âNow!â
âChan-â
âSave it, Hyunjin. They need to get the omegas out of here while I still have control of my alpha. Itâs taking all of my willpower to keep him back from forcing her to submit.â Your eyes widened in shock.Â
âGet up, weâre leaving.â You stood, dragging the boys still glued to your side to their feet. The betas walked between the omegas and Chan, eyeing their leader wearily. You lead the group up to your room, pulling Felix and Seungmin in behind you.
âWeâll make sure the alphas, especially Chan, calm down. Keep them safe, please,â Jisungâs voice was tired. You exchanged strained smiles before closing your door. You sighed heavily. The younger omegas looked at you with wide eyes.Â
âYou wanna make a cuddle puddle and nap?â
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