#me: the soreness will go away in a couple days it’s cool
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sadlazzle · 2 years ago
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wow i rlly timed that breast exam perfectly to put myself in the Maximum Discomfort Zone
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mypoisonedvine · 1 year ago
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𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 | angus tully x reader
sequel to 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲, won't really make much sense without reading that!
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | holiday break can only last so long, but angus wants this to be more than a fling-- and you, as much as you want to deny it, already know it's more than a fling. the question remains if either one of you will admit it.
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 5.3k
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | SMUT (18+ only!!), age gap (not huge but angus is 18 and the reader is just out of college), semi-public sex, breeding kink, very inappropriate activities in a church, secret relationship, a wee bit of angst and fluff at the end!
part 3 coming soon!
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“Fuck, I don’t wanna go back,” he groaned, dropping his head defeatedly into the crook of your neck.  “I never wanna go back to that horrible fucking school.”
“I guess you’ll just see me at Easter break then, huh?” you purred, grazing your teeth over his ear.
“You know, if sex with you keeps lining up with the Catholic calendar, it’s gonna give me a complex or something,” he noticed.
“Oh, I can do better than that,” you beamed.  “Next time you see me at Mass, I won’t be wearing any panties.  And you’ll be the only other one who knows.”
He perked up again, balancing himself over you with bent arms against the mattress.  “I swear, you’re a dream come true.  A really fucked up dream I had after seeing a porno mag or something.”
You laughed, but it was cut off with him pulling you into another kiss— sweet and slow, with both of you smiling against each other.  With your limbs tangled together under the sheets, you melted together into your bed; and no, none of it really seemed real yet.  Every time this happened, you couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that you were hooking up with Angus Tully.  Frankly, you were sort of trying not to think about it, at least not too much.  If you really tried, you could look at his face and see the little kid you babysat all those years ago, and it just made you feel sort of awful about it… yet you couldn’t bring yourself to stop.
Your smile fell into a gasp when he started to kiss your neck, his hands guiding your back as it arched slightly.  When he pressed his body against yours, you felt him getting hard against your leg, and you groaned softly.
“Fuck, Angus, again?” you whined.  “We already went twice—”
“I’m leaving in two days,” he explained, “I need you as many times as I can get away with it.”
You wanted to protest, say something about how sore you were or about how he needed to leave and go back home before someone noticed he was gone— but his slender fingers were already diving between your legs and making you just moan instead.
“See?  You’re wet already,” he noticed with a playful mockery to his tone.  “I’ve gotta take care of you, baby…”
Oh, you couldn’t stand it when he talked like that— when he made you feel so vulnerable to him, so paradoxically submissive.  When this started a couple weeks back, it was the other way around: you were the cool, older woman with all the power.  You told him what you wanted and he was more than happy to oblige, never questioning you— he was obedient, basically.  But once you’d had a few more encounters, he realized that you wanted him just as badly… that he could make you desperate, if he wanted.  Once he’d had the smallest taste of control, he was suddenly a changed man; now, he loved to tease and taunt you, see how far he could push you, even once he made you beg— and you expected you’d never get to live that down. 
He watched your face with a mischievous smile as he slowly slid two fingers into you, watching the way you winced and then relaxed.  “I’ll be careful,” he promised, “I know you’re all sensitive still… thought you might wake up the whole house with that last one.”
You rolled your eyes, but your cheeks flushed, remembering how he’d had to cover your mouth with his hand when he made you come.  These were issues you hadn’t considered much before, since you spent most of the year living in a dorm where you didn’t really care if anyone heard what you were up to.  Staying in your parents’ house again— and secretly fucking their friends’ son in your childhood bedroom— posed new challenges to say the least.
You gasped when his fingers curled inside you, rubbing that spot that made everything clench for a moment.  “Mm,” he observed encouragingly, “like that?”
“Yes,” you hissed under your breath.  Just when you began to let your eyes fall shut, they shot open when he added a third finger inside you.  “Fuck!” 
“Oh, don’t be dramatic,” he scolded, “you can fit three fingers just fine— my cock’s bigger than all that anyways.”
He twisted the fingers inside you as your hips rocked, shivers running over your skin.  “Yeah, but still— fuck, it’s a lot…”
“You take it just fine,” he assured.  “You take whatever I give you, huh?”
“Sh-shut up,” you whimpered, and he laughed softly.
“You’re so good for me,” he continued anyways, making you bite your lip in hopes he wouldn’t notice his effect on you.  Whenever he said stuff like that, you just wanted to ask him who the fuck he thought he was— it made you want to shove him off of you and pin him down, remind him of his place.  But you never did, because letting him take control always felt so damn good…
His head dipped down a bit under the covers— and his lips latched onto one of your nipples, making you gasp and grab his hair with one of your hands.  “Oh god— yes,” you praised, shuddering a bit as he suckled hard on the bud.
He moaned around it, his free hand holding the other breast and keeping you down even when your back longed to arch deeper.  “You get so wet when I do this,” he noticed as he pulled away briefly, moving to suck the other for a moment as his fingers gently pumped into you.  When he pushed them in all the way to the knuckle, at the same time that his tongue swirled around your nipple just right, your patience finally gave in.
“Just fuck me,” you begged, tugging harder on his curls as you felt him smile against your skin.  “God, I just— fuck—”
He pulled away from your breast with a pop and a grin.  “Just ask nicely, baby, and I’m all yours.”
“I know you want to, just fuck me,” you growled, but he shook his head and you clenched your jaw.
“You can say it,” he encouraged, “just use the magic word.”
You rolled your eyes, hating the juvenile way of describing it, but his fingers were still moving inside you and you just needed it too bad— “Please,” you breathed.  “Please fuck me.”
“There you go,” he praised, slowly pulling his drenched fingers out of you and moving his hips to line up with yours instead.  He was so hard; you were almost impressed with his resolve, though at the moment you were mostly just annoyed with it.  “Look up at me,” he demanded, making you meet his gaze before he pushed himself inside you.
It was almost too intense, looking right into his eyes as he thrust into you carefully— you bit your lip, watching the heavy sigh of relief leave him as he filled you.
“Fuck,” he whispered, his eyes scanning all over your face and watching your expression change as he pressed his cock as deep as possible.  “You’re fucking perfect.”
You didn’t really believe that, but you at least would concede that this moment was perfect.
You held tighter onto him, legs wrapping around his hips, as he leaned in closer and moaned against your neck.  “How am I supposed to leave when you feel this fucking good?” he groaned lowly, and you felt yourself already beginning to pulse inside as you moved closer to the edge.  “I feel good too, right?”
Poor thing— if only he knew that it was his own fault you withheld praise, just because he sounded too precious when he asked you for reassurance like that.  He was really fucking talkative, way more than you expected; sometimes you thought if you didn’t say anything, he’d just go off on these wild tangents about how bad he needs you.  “You feel good,” you replied, trying to keep it a little vague so he’d ask for more.
“How good?” he asked with a grin, and you smiled, too, because he was wonderfully predictable sometimes.
“So good,” you cooed, “so fucking good that I’m gonna come way too fast.”
“Hey, that’s my thing,” he joked.  His stamina had definitely increased a lot in just a few encounters, but he still had a habit of coming quickly if you got him a bit too riled up.  Not that you really minded… it was still cute, after all, and he usually made it up to you one way or another.
He picked up his pace, letting out a low moan against your ear.  “Tell me you want me to come inside you,” he ordered, panting with each quick thrust.
“Fuck, Angus, I want you come,” you replied, whispering against his ear.  “I want you to fill me—”
“Fuck…”
“And put all your come so deep in me—”
“Fuck, baby,” he whined again.  “I’m so fucking close.”
You whined, running your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, feeling your chest get tighter as you moved closer to the edge.
“Tell me you want me to breed you,” he added; okay, so much for predictable…
“Wh-what?” you choked, feeling suddenly hot all over.  “Angus, I—”
“I know, you won’t,” he soothed, “it’s just, you know, pretend… just say you want it, please.”
You swallowed but nodded, holding on tighter to the back of his neck.  “I… I want you to get me pregnant.”
“God, yes,” he whined through his teeth, fucking you faster.
“I-I want you to fill me up so I can have a baby,” you continued in a whisper, and he moaned again as his grip on your hips tightened.  You could hardly believe what you were saying, nor that he had asked you to say it, and yet it made the most wonderfully bizarre feeling stir inside you— strangest of all, it was turning you on.  “F-fuck, Angus, I’m gonna come.”
“You’re gonna come with me?” he pressed, sighing when you nodded.  “Fuck, let’s do it— we’ll come together.  That’ll definitely get you pregnant.”
“Jesus, Angus,” you hissed, “what are you talking about?”
“It doesn’t get you hot, thinking about it?” he challenged.  “Thinking about us making a baby right now?  Imagining how good it would feel to let me breed you and make you a mommy?”
“Sh-shut the fuck up,” you grunted, but you were already trying to hold it back.
“God, you want it so bad,” he noticed— how was he only this perceptive in these sorts of situations?  “You want me to come in you and knock you up, I can tell.  You’re gonna come just thinking about it.”
Even though it wasn’t really just thinking about it— it was him fucking you deep and fast and hard after a whole night of making love— you were forced to bite your lip and nod.
“C’mon, baby, I wanna feel it again,” he purred.  “Feels so fucking perfect when you come around me— you’re mine, aren’t you?”
Your heart jumped and your eyes shut tight.  “God,” you groaned in frustration, but he just smiled and held you tighter.
“It’s okay,” he cooed, “nobody has to know, it’s just me— you’re mine, right?  Say it.  Say you’re mine.”
You whined when it hit you— and nothing had ever hit you quite like that.  Tensing up inside, pulsing uncontrollably, you felt the weight on your chest lift and you dug your nails into his shoulders as he fucked you through it.  “Fuck!  I-I’m yours!” you blurted out, unable to stop it when you were drowning in your ecstasy like that.
He swore against your ear, and gave you hardly one more thrust before falling over the edge himself, groaning weakly as his body sank down onto yours.
You hoped against all odds that he wouldn’t force you to address any of what you’d just said; he looked so exhausted that you almost wanted to let him fall asleep here if it meant avoiding that conversation.  But it was just like him to only give you about ten seconds of silence before running his mouth again.
He started by just sitting up enough to kiss you on the cheek, then the lips, then the side of your forehead when you turned away.  “That was so hot,” he announced, still catching his breath, as he grinned down at you.
“That was… different,” you admitted as you hoped your embarrassment wouldn’t show on your face.  “You weren’t serious, right?  I mean, you know I’m on the pill—”
“Yeah, of course,” he assured, “it’s just, I don’t know, a fantasy.”
You raised an eyebrow as you looked at him.  “Respectfully, I thought it was more of a nightmare— you know, it’s kinda worst-case-scenario here.”
“No, no, I know— that’s why it’s fun,” he explained.  “‘Cause it’s, like, bad.  Well, not bad, but… scary.  In a good way!  Like a rollercoaster or something.”
“Yeah, sure,” you scoffed, “just like a rollercoaster.  That’s why the maternity ward at the hospital looks so much like Six Flags.”
“You know what I mean,” he laughed.  “It’s just… if it actually happened it would be a huge fucking deal… but just imagining it, just for fun I mean, it makes my heart race.  See?”
He picked up one of your hands and put it on his neck, pressing your fingers into his pulse so you could feel its rapidness.  “Fair enough,” you shrugged, “you sure scared the crap out of me for a second.”
“You liked it,” he cooed, kissing the tip of your nose.  “You like being mine, too.”
Even if you could’ve hid the reaction on your face somehow, the way your weak muscles still found the energy to clench around his softening cock gave you away; he purred as he smiled, kissing you more tenderly on the lips this time.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered to you.
“I probably look like a mess,” you laughed quietly, “I don’t even want to know what my hair looks like after a night like this.”
“Yeah, that’s how I like you, though— you look pretty all fucked up,” he explained.
You glanced over as he moved to bury his face in your neck again, only to see the slightest blue glow in the window: the early light just before dawn.  “Angus, it’s almost morning,” you noticed.  “You need to go.”
“Not yet,” he begged, hugging you tighter.  “I bet I can make you come again—”
“No,” you snapped, “if your parents find out you snuck out— and if anyone knows you came here—”
“Baby, c’mon,” he pouted, “I’ll be quick, nobody’s gonna know—”
“I swear to god, Angus—”
“Fine, fine,” he sighed, “then just kiss me before I go.”
He held your cheek and turned your face to his, and you kissed him; you hated these kisses, the ones that felt like goodbye.  They were amazing, of course, but they always broke your heart.
“I’ll see you later?” he assumed.
“You’ll see me on Sunday,” you replied.
“Nooo, I can’t wait that long,” he whined.
“Yes you can,” you breathed.  “Now get up, please, before I have to literally kick you out.”
“Fine,” he relented, climbing off of you and searching the floor for his boxers and t-shirt.
“I still can’t believe you ran here without even putting a coat on,” you remembered, “it’s below freezing out.”
“Whatever, it’s not even a block to my house,” he rolled his eyes.
“Mr. Lindy across the street takes out the trash insanely early in the morning— what if he sees you running back to your house in the snow without any fucking clothes on?!” 
“He was young once, right?  He’ll understand,” Angus laughed.
“I’m hoping he doesn’t understand,” you groaned, “‘cause if he figures it out and tells my parents—”
“I know,” he breathed, slipping on his shoes and leaning over the bed to kiss you quickly.  “It’ll be fine, okay?”
“Okay,” you smiled back.
There was a brief pause before Angus dropped his arms down against his sides, hitting his legs; “Well, I… guess I’ll see you at Mass,” he announced.
“That’s gotta be the weirdest thing to say after hooking up with somebody,” you decided.
“I couldn’t think of anything else!” he defended.  “I’m about to jump out your window, it’s already a pretty weird transition.”
“Okay, first of all, please don’t jump,” you replied, “but fair enough.  I’ll see you at Mass.”
He hesitated, suddenly giving you one more kiss— one that lingered a little more— before opening your window and beginning to climb out.
~
Mass was certainly a lot more interesting when you kept feeling Angus’ eyes on you.  His family had been just barely on time for the service, so you hadn’t been able to talk to him before it started; you could tell he was dying to know if you’d gone through with it.
You tugged on the bottom of your dress as you adjusted yourself in the pew; it was definitely a weird feeling, and you couldn’t stop worrying that someone, somehow, would see up your skirt and get an eyeful.  The anxiety of it was oddly arousing, though— it made you understand a bit better what Angus had said about the whole scary in a good way thing.
When you occasionally spared a glance at him, you noticed that Angus still looked a little underslept; you’d both been up all night just a couple days ago, but the difference was that your parents didn’t really mind if you spent most of the next day in your room, so you’d had a chance to catch up— Angus’ parents were more determined to make use of his time off from school, and had him doing all kinds of chores and activities on Saturday that prevented him from getting more than a quick nap here and there.
And they’d tugged him out of bed bright and early for church today, so he was probably still feeling the effects of an all-nighter.  That said, he certainly didn’t seem lacking in energy at the moment— he kept wringing his hands, constantly glancing at you, so noticeably that his mom lightly smacked him on the shoulder when she noticed it.
But you were looking across the aisle at him, too.  If for no other reason than how cute he looked in his shirt and tie.
After the service, as everyone mingled around coffee and donuts, Angus made a beeline towards you— you’d kind of hoped he would be a little more subtle.
“Hey,” he greeted, and you just nodded at him with a smirk.  “It’s been too long.”
He glanced at all the people passing by, stepping closer to you to let someone walk past but never moving back; he waited until no one was too close before he spoke again in a lower voice.
“Are you really not wearing any…?” he asked, an extra sparkle in his eye and a mischievous smile on his face.  His smile dropped a bit when you nodded, though, and his eyes raked over you in the most intoxicating, lascivious way.  You were sure you’d never had someone look at you like that, like they’d give anything to devour you right then— and with no panties to hold it, you felt your arousal slicken where your thighs rubbed together.
He cleared his throat and glanced over his shoulder, making sure no one was looking over at him as he adjusted his corduroys awkwardly; you licked your lips, a little too flattered by the effect you had on him.
“That’s, um, that’s…” he mumbled, tripping over his words.  “That’s really… yeah.”
“Really what?” you challenged as you bit your lip briefly, moving closer to him and all but batting your eyes up at him.
“It’s really fucking sexy,” he whispered.
“Yeah?” you cooed.  “I think it’s sexy that you think it’s sexy.”
“I haven’t stopped thinking about—” he began.
“I know,” you sighed, “me too.”
“I wasn’t even tired that day— I was wired, actually,” he laughed quietly.  “I just… I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
Your heart’s pace picked up a bit, and you glanced away briefly.  “I, um… I thought about you, too.
“There’s gotta be somewhere we can go,” he whispered.  “It’s a big place— everyone’s here, if we just… found an empty room—”
“Jesus, Angus— in a church?!” you hissed.
“Come on,” he begged, “I don’t know when we’ll get a chance again— and I’m leaving tomorrow— and I want you so bad—”
“Shh,” you warned him, making sure no one was nearby again.  “We’ll figure something out— just not here.  It’s too risky.”
“But I need you now,” he insisted, voice lower and darker as he stepped just a bit closer to you.  “It won’t take us long— I mean, it definitely won’t take me long, after spending the last two days thinking about you.”
You crossed your arms, looking down at the floor, and you felt him lean in over you.  “Please, baby?” he whispered under his breath.
Releting, you took a glance at the crowd and made sure nobody was looking in your direction.  “You go find an empty room in the east wing.  I’ll talk to a few people— so it doesn’t look like we’re going together— and I’ll come find you in a few minutes, okay?”
“Great,” he beamed.  “Uh, which way is east again?”
You pointed him in the right direction and watched him bound away, sighing to yourself as you re-entered the crowd.  You got a lot of questions about your plan now that you finished your degree— and you found yourself repeating the same stock answer about how your graduate program didn’t start until the fall so you had the spring and summer to stay home.  Even though you knew you needed to kill some time to look less suspicious, you found yourself glancing constantly towards the east wing, getting more and more impatient for your chance to slip away as unnoticed as possible.
As the crowd was clearing out and nearly everyone’s attention was turned onto somebody’s new baby, you took the opportunity to disappear into the dark hallway.  As you peered around the doors, you saw Angus peeking out at you through one of the little windows; the door opened, and you slipped into an abandoned Sunday school classroom, barely having time to gingerly shut the door behind you before you felt his lips on your neck and his hand sliding up your thigh.
“That took forever,” he complained, and before you could remind him it had hardly been five minutes, his fingers were exploring between your legs.  “Fuck, what’re you so wet for?” he teased, and you groaned as you pulled him closer by his pants and hopped up to sit on the low bookshelf nearby.
“Just hurry up,” you hissed, “we need to get this over with before somebody finds us here.”
He opened his fly quickly, but struggled slightly to free himself from the confines of his trousers; you hummed a bit when he got it out, pressing it against you right away as you moved your hips up.
Thrusting into you all at once, you both sighed slowly; you took hold of his shoulders, he grabbed onto your hips, and instantly he began to fuck into you impatiently.
“God, you’re so tight,” he hissed against your ear.  “Touch yourself— I want you to come, too.”
You reached between your bodies to put a few fingers on your clit, rubbing fast in hopes that you could catch up with him.
“Do you always do what you’re told?” he mocked playfully.
“I think the fact that we’re doing this right after church proves that I don’t,” you replied.
“Guess you only do what I tell you to,” he shrugged, which really made you want to talk back, but you couldn’t because you were trying not to moan too loudly.
He moved faster inside you, and something about the angle of sitting up on the shelf was making him hit just the right spot— or maybe you were sensitive from the exhilarating fear of getting caught.
“What if I got you pregnant here?” he purred, making you arch your back slightly.  “Wouldn’t that be funny?”
“You’ve got a weird sense of humor, Tully,” you breathed, struggling not to let your voice come out all whiny and weak.
“Knocked up at St. Mary’s… it’s what God would want, right?”
“Do you never shut up?” you hissed.
“No,” he smirked, “you’re cute when you’re ticked off at me.”
His eyes met yours, and you felt a strange emotion stir in your chest: you bit your lip, willing yourself to tear away from his gaze, but you found it impossible somehow.
One of his hands moved from your hip up to your chest, palming at you through your dress.  You tensed up inside, making him wince a bit, and you couldn’t believe how close you were already.
“Oh god, baby, m’gonna come,” you whimpered, moving your hand even faster over your clit; he groaned in approval, leaning in to kiss all along your neck.
“Come for me,” he pleaded, “I’m so fucking close— please come, fuck—”
“R-right there,” you gasped, gripping his shoulder tighter— actually, that wasn’t the only place you were gripping him tighter.  He was struggling to maintain the pace of his thrusts, in fact, with how hard your walls were bearing down on him.  “Yes, yes, yes—”
“Not too loud,” he warned you, and you bit hard on your own lip to suppress your moan: it stayed in your throat instead, and you heard him gasp as he heard and felt you reaching your peak.  He had to take his hand off your chest and put it on the bookshelf under you to help keep you upright, and he looked down between your bodies to watch himself give you a few final thrusts.
He stopped suddenly, whimpering slightly as he buried himself in you as deep as he could go; you sighed and laid back on the bookshelf again, having to tilt your head to avoid a figurine of some prophet or saint that you had absolutely no interest in identifying at the moment.
Angus took a moment to catch his breath, before looking back over his shoulder and through the door’s window to make sure no one was in the hallway.  He pulled his cock out of you carefully and did his best to fit it back into his pants.  As you felt a warm oozing feeling between your legs, your face began to heat up.
“Maybe I didn’t think this through,” you realized.
“What?” he mumbled.
“I’m gonna have to go out there with nothing on under my dress, with your come leaking out of me.”
He bit his lip.
“It’s not sexy, Angus!  It’s very inconvenient!” you frowned.
“It’s both,” he insisted.  “It’s very much both.”
~
Though you did get another chance to see Angus before he left, it wasn’t that sort of rendezvous, unfortunately.  Although, just sitting and talking with him was wonderful, too— in an entirely different way.  See, that was the thing that scared you most, even more than how badly you’d come to crave his touch: how happy you felt just being with him.
He was funny, and weird, and seemed to think your stories from college were fascinating; he was well-read, especially for a high school student, and you two could chat about your favorite books— a hobby most of your classmates in college found too nerdy to sympathize with.  
It probably looked totally wholesome from the outside: two childhood friends catching up while they were back home for a while.  And you, you probably looked normal and cool on the outside— you were trying to, at least.  But inside, you were terrified.  You wanted it to be like what Angus said— scary, in a good way, like a rollercoaster— but you were starting to just feel sick.  You know, like an actual rollercoaster would…
“Everyone there is so… dumb,” Angus decided as he leaned back, looking up at the ceiling.
“That can’t be true, it’s a good school,” you tried to encourage him.
“I mean, maybe they could be smart, but they act like morons,” he clarified.  “They hate me, too, and I don’t even really know why.”
“Probably because they can sense that you think they’re all morons,” you suggested; and he looked over at you, as if he’d genuinely never thought of that before.
But instead of addressing that, he sat up again and changed the subject.  “My parents probably want me to go back and, like, put my trunk in the car and stuff…”
“Right,” you nodded, “you should go.”
“Yeah— b-but, listen, um, before I do…” he trailed off, leaning a little closer to you on the couch.  “I wanted to, you know, talk.  About something.”
“We’ve been talking for half an hour,” you noticed.
“Right, uh— I meant something specific,” he explained, his cheeks seeming to get a little bit more pink.  “I… I won’t be back until spring break, you know…”
“Uh huh,” you nodded, raising an eyebrow as you wondered what he was getting at.
“And, you know, we’ve been having such a great time,” he went on, and your heart twisted.  You’d heard this spiel before: the things are so good now, why do we need to put a label on it? why can’t we just have fun talk.  The you’re great, but not good enough for more than this talk.  You decided to jump in and spare him before he said anything too… honest.
“I get it,” you promised, and he looked at you nervously.  “We’re gonna be too far apart for too long— and you shouldn’t, you know, feel like you’re tied down to anything.  It’s okay— I didn’t think I was, like, your girlfriend or anything.”
“R-right,” he coughed, looking away and putting his hand on the back of his neck.  “Yeah, that’s— that’s what I was gonna say.  I knew you’d understand.”
You smiled, wishing you weren’t always so goddamn understanding.  “But it was fun— a good way to kill time over the break, for sure.”
“Yeah,” he agreed alongside a thin laugh.  “I… I think I’ll always owe you, for being my first time and all.”
“Well, you’ve certainly spent your first two weeks of not being a virgin pretty well,” you snorted.  “I had a good time.  We’ll call it even.”
“And… when I come back?” he pressed.  “Maybe we can, I dunno… maybe we can do it again.”
You grinned and tilted your head.  “Yeah, I like that idea.”
“But can I still call you?” he asked nervously.
“Of course!” you beamed.  “You’ll have to tell me if you get any good books assigned this semester.”
“Yeah, I doubt it,” he scoffed, but his smile lifted just a bit.
“I can come see you off, if you want,” you offered, “but it might make your mom suspect something…”
“You’re probably right,” he admitted, “I wish you weren’t, but you are— but I’ll call first thing when I get there!”
You smiled, and he gave you a hug before he left; and he promised to call again, though you’d believed him the first time.  And the next time you stayed up all night with Angus, it was on the phone— he snuck out of bed with a bag of quarters, and told you the phone was free so you wouldn’t feel bad, and talked to you about everything he could possibly think of.
Except, you didn’t quite make it all night: you fell asleep at some point, while he was talking about his English paper… not that he could blame you.
And for some reason, one that even he himself couldn’t quite explain, he kept feeding the phone quarters and listening to you sleep; he didn’t hang up until it was nearly morning and he had to sneak back into his room.
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orimuraa · 3 months ago
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∘˙○˚.• Cause I know you'll save me - OT7
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꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆enhypen when you’re injured ⨾
۶ৎ ot7!enhypen x fem!reader ┆fluff, crack┆kisses, petnames, mentions of injuries, swearing┆wc 697
⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: soo...ik injuries aren't funny..BUT i tried to make this light-hearted :( also jiji active era?? like seriously, idk whats up but i have so much motivation rn lmaoo. if you enjoyed, please reblog! i appreciate it so much <3
꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱
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𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈 - 이희승
"WHAT HAPPENED???? I HAVE BAND AIDS!!" a breathless heeseung bursts through the door, his hair all the place. "i cut my finger," you frown, holding up the wrapped up index finger. heeseung lets out a huge sigh of relief. "phew, baby i thought you cut off your hand!" he says dramatically. "yeah, like band aids could re-attach my hand," you snort, playfully swatting his shoulder. "you're lucky i love you or i would chop of your hand myself."
𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 - 박종성
you had recently sprained your ankle, resulting in you being bed-bound for the next couple of days to let it heal better (jay's orders, not the doctors). your boyfriend was like a worried mom, making sure you were okay and had everything you needed. "jongie? cam you come lay with me? trust, it'll help my ankle," and how could he say no to such a cutie? "thank you for taking care of me mother jong," you giggle once he's next to you. "heyy i'm just doing proper boyfriend duties!" he whines, a small pout making his way to his lips. and what a proper boyfriend he was.
𝑺𝒊𝒎 𝑱𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒖𝒏 - 심재윤
"shit!" you yelp as you instantly retract your hand from the burning pot. rushing over to the sink to cool it down, in runs in a frantic puppy, a stressed look on his face. "what? what happened? are you okay? sweets don't die on me!!" he presses, rushing to your side and examining your burnt hand. "ah don't worry jakey, it'll be fine. it was a small burn anyway," you reassure, showing him the small patch of pink. "here lemme kiss it to make it better!" he says, softly grabbing your hand and pressing a gentle kiss to your burn. "wahh! it's all better!!" you laugh, finding your boyfriend so cute. "hey i tried, okay?!"
𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 - 박성훈
sunghoon thought that it would be a great idea to push you to skate on your own, without his help. so that's what he did. he gave you a "small" nudge, which ended with you on the ice and daggers being sent his way. "yah! park sunghoon! what were you thinking!" you lecture once he helps you off the ice. "sorry princess, i thought you could do it on your own," he defends, biting his lip to suppress his laughter. "yah! now my bum hurts," you pout, crossing your arms and turning away from sunghoon. two arms wrap around your waist and a sweet kiss is planted on your neck. "i'm sorry my love. don't be mad," he mumbles into your neck. and how could you stay mad?
𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒐 - 김선우
"ynnie? are you okay? i got your message!" sunoo rushed home after receiving a text from you, saying that you had somehow managed to break your finger. "huh? oh! oh yeah! i'm alright, just a bit sore," you say, showing him the cast on your finger. "my poor baby..c'mon, let's go watch a movie, it'll make it better," he smiles sympathetically. "maybe i should break my finger more often so you're always nice to me," you laugh, receiving a smack to your shoulder.
𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒘𝒐𝒏 - 양정원
"shit balls!" you yell out, immediately applying pressure to your finger. you weren't careful enough with the knife and ended up cutting your finger, but luckily, not deep. "baby? what happened? you okay?" jungwon rushes into the kitchen, his leader instincts kicking in. "yeah..i was just clumsy and cut my finger," you mumble sheepishly. "alright," he chuckles. "let's get this wrapped up yeah?" he presses a kiss to your forehead before leading you to wonnie's clinic.
𝑵𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒊 - 西村 力
"agckh-" you bang your head on the shelf behind you on accident as you were trying to grab something from a higher shelf. riki walks in to see you holding your head, mumbling about why someone would put a shelf right there. "little love? you okay?" he asks, half concerned, half smiling at how adorable you were. "yeah, i hit my head on this stupid shelf," you say, making a face at the shelf. "alright, c'mon, lemme kiss it better," he smiles, opening his arms to you. "next time, don't pick a fight with a shelf, it's unprofessional," he laughs into your hair, pressing one more kiss on your head.
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qwimblenorrisstan · 5 months ago
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Meaningful Mistakes Pt. 3 | Azriel x Reader x Cassian
Summary: After the baby is born, your mates are bound to be a bit more territorial, and you a lot more tired.
Word Count: 672
Warnings: None!
A/N: this is barely even a drabble, but thanks to anon who requested this, I love writing for this cute lil couple!! hope you enjoy<3
Requests are open!
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Your mates were bound to be more territorial after the baby was born, Rhysand and Feyre had informed you as much.
You didn’t have much of a problem with that, except for the fact that it meant you couldn’t do much of anything. At all. Even today, when after weeks of being practically bed-bound because of your boys taking care of you and the baby, you’d insisted that you and your baby girl needed some fresh air.
“Tired? You should let me carry you.”
Cassian insisted for the umpteenth time as you walked through the bustling streets. His hand was in yours, and Azriel was sulking to your right, unable to hold your hand because you were holding the baby in that arm.
“I’m fine, Cass.”
He grumbled under his breath, pouting now like Az, but continued walking with you. Many people from the streets of Velaris knew Cassian and Azriel, and now, you. This, in turn, led to many people stopping to congratulate you. Mostly the women, or the older ones that had known the General and Spymaster for quite a long time. Most of the males were old and wise enough to keep their distance.
However, one Fae male that must not have heard to keep away from a newly mated pair, let alone a group that had just had a child, approached to give congratulations on this day.
“Hey, congrats on the kid-“
You nodded your head with a weary smile, as even if you tried to convince your mates that you weren’t tired, maybe you were. Just a little bit. And your ankles and calves were hurting, not to mention how sore your thighs still were from the birth.
A low snarl ripped from Azriel at the male getting a bit too close to you for comfort. Cassian bared his teeth, wings flaring behind him. The poor male didn’t seem to know why.
“Sorry, they’re…territorial.”
You said, pinching Azriel’s wing with your left hand after slipping it out of Cassian’s hand. He grumbled under his breath, and the male mumbled something while walking away. Your little girl, face still a bit smushed like all newborns, cooed and giggled at them, and both of their attention immediately went to her.
“Seriously, you two need to-“
You cut yourself off with a yawn, your finger idly rubbing your baby girl’s cheek as her hands went to try and clap in excitement, Azriel’s shadows swirling around her.
“Need to…”
You mumbled, trying to remember what you’d been saying. Azriel and Cassian met each other’s gazes, and Cassian gently took the baby from your arms, cradling her, while Azriel picked you up, mindful of your sore body. His shadows began rubbing into the sorest parts, relaxing your muscles and soothing them with their cool touch.
“You’re tired, love, let’s go home and rest.”
Azriel cooed softly to you as your eyes fluttered, he and Cassian began to walk down the streets to find a private area to winnow without bothering anyone. You could faintly hear Cassian growling at any males getting in the way of them, or getting a tiny bit too close to you, Az, or his little girl. The baby giggled in glee at every growl, seemingly very amused.
“No, no, I’m..fine..”
You mumbled, convincing no one. Az’s cool shadows wrapped around your little family, winnowing all of you back into the House of Wind, and conveniently right into your bedroom. Azriel laid you down on the bed, and within a moment you were out, breathing in a deep rhythm that drew a tiny yawn out of Az himself.
Cassian came up from behind him and gave him a little pat on the back, hand going up to ruffle his hair a bit. His other arm held their daughter.
“Get some rest, Az. I’ve got her.”
Before he could protest, Cassian gave him the gentlest kiss on the cheek he’d ever felt and left the room.
That was enough to convince Azriel, who promptly collapsed into bed alongside you.
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writingsonsaturn · 2 months ago
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all of the girls you've loved before
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{ masterlist } { the 'taylor swift' series }
🪐: the ending is a little rushed, and this is so not proofread but NEW SERIESSS, love you enjoy
wc - 2.7k
content warning: fem!reader, cheating (not from tim), fluff, talk of blood (reader is a blood analyst)
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You and Tim have known each other since you moved into the neighborhood when you were twelve, you had moved right across the street. He saw you one day outside helping your mother bring in boxes from a moving truck, he noticed the way your hands shook with the heaviness of the box but instead of dropping it, you fought through and continued carrying it inside. When you had walked back outside you ended up noticing him too, the way his hair lightened in the sunlight, his thin body shaking with nerves as the pretty girl he was staring at for far too long walked up to him and asked him a question.
“Do you know how to fix a pipe?” your voice flowed through his ears like honey soothing a sore throat, “oh um, no i don’t but i could ask my dad” he responded with a shake in his tone, although he hated interacting with his father he would at least try his best and ask for you. “Thanks!” you smiled and then asked him if he wanted to hang out sometime, explaining you just moved here from a couple states away and needed a friend, “yeah, that would be really cool” he agreed quickly, very quickly.
In no time the two of you became inseparable, spending endless days together with no regard for anyone else who wasn’t inside the little bubble the two of you had made. 
During the high school years, the crush you developed for Tim only grew stronger and stronger, during the classes you two had together he would always insist on sitting next to you and nearly every time he would never take no for an answer. The teachers found it easier to just succumb to his demands then argue with him over it, he would say a very polite ‘thank you’ and trot his way over to the desk or seat right next to you. You would always roll your eyes and say “it wouldn’t kill you to not sit next to me you know, it only makes their lives harder” and he would snap back with a “i work better next to you” and with that you would smile and turn your head back to the teacher with a warm feeling in your face.
Although one day, Tim came to you in a panic freaking out about not knowing what to wear. 
“Wear to what?” you questioned, confused why Tim of all people was freaking out about what to wear.
“Cindy agreed to go on a date, now hurry up, which shirt looks better” he rushed, holding both
shirts out in front of him with an impatient look.
You chose the shirt on the left, it was black with a blue vertical stripe on it. Biting back the sheer shock and hurt you felt in your chest and mustered up enough faux happiness, “now get out of here, and go get the girl” you said with a tight-lipped smile.
From there on out you tried your best to shove the feelings for Tim deep, deep, deep down into the deepest pit you possibly had in your body. You eventually also found yourself a boyfriend, you loved him deeply, and enjoyed his company. Cindy, Tim, you, and drake had double dates every week or so. Drake and Tim would talk about football while you and Cindy would groan about the upcoming physics test and how the homework was just absolutely destroying your social life.
Cindy and Tim broke up after junior year, they both wanted different things and felt neither of them wanted to take a chance at a long distance relationship. Tim would be heading into the military after graduation and Cindy was going to study abroad in Germany for a journalism degree. However, you and Drake were going decently strong, he had football scouts watching him at a couple of games and you were getting a full ride scholarship to an ivy league college.
That was until Drake cheated, the cliche of a football boyfriend cheating on his not so popular girlfriend had prophesied. You were completely and utterly distraught to say the least, Tim came over after you hadn't shown up at school that day and wouldn't pick up any of his calls. Your mom answered the door with a saddened look, “Hey sweetheart” you mom whispered “she’s not doing too well.”
Tim internally freaked out, considering any and all possibilities, the worst one being that you’re dying, obviously. Your mom must have seen the way his heart practically fell out of his jeans because she quickly explained what happened, “oh my, she didn't tell you?’ with a scoff she continued “Drake cheated on her, he was, i assume at a house party, and someone snapped a photo of him kissing another girl” her tone was sad, with a hint of anger, that someone had the audacity to hurt her little girl.
Tim nodded and stepped inside, taking off his shoes and walking upstairs to your bedroom. He pressed his ear against the door trying to get a sense of what he might be walking into, but heard nothing so with a light knock he entered your bedroom, he wasn’t sure what he was expecting to walk into but you sitting on the ground with a small blanket covering you and your knees tucked into your chest wasn't it.
“Oh, Y/n” he sighed and sat right beside you on the ground, you sniffled in acknowledgement and looked at Tim with red, wet eyes. 
“How can someone just do that?” you croaked.
“I don’t know, honey” Tim replied, wishing on every star that he could take your pain away and punch it into Drake’s skull.
You leaned into Tim’s chest, silently sobbing and asking questions you knew Tim wouldn’t be able to answer. Every time he would just hold you tighter and tighter, almost morphing your body into his until you cried yourself to sleep.
He stayed there for a generous amount of time before carrying you to your bed and tucking you in, and wishing you sweet dreams before leaving and going back into his own bed.
After a couple weeks of consoling you and getting you back into your groove he went and talked to Drake, confronting him in the school parking lot after football practice. He wanted nothing more than to beat his face in with a baseball bat but he figured you wouldn’t be very happy bailing him out of jail, so he opted for a stern scolding instead.
“What’s up, Drake?” Tim huffed out, walking over to Drake's car. “Oh, hey Tim” Drake said with a tone way to cheery for this situation, “Listen, what happened at the party was nothing but a drunken mistake, and besides, Y/n wasn’t giving anything up anyways” he explained “you know how us men are, we need intimacy” Drake ended with a small smile, assuming Tim would understand and bro hug him.
Tim however only became more heated, looking at Drake with red in his eyes, “so what you’re saying is, Y/n was just someone for you to get your rocks off with, and she wouldn’t give it to you so you decided to cheat on her?” Tim tried to put together Drake’s motives but couldn’t for the life of him understand the shallowness of that concept.
“Exactly, bro” Drake sighed in relief, thinking he got through to Tim, “you’re a real piece of shit, you know that Drake?” Tim growled. “Y/n did nothing but care and love you, and you drop the moment she doesn’t fuck you?” Drake’s face dropped, quickly realizing the predicament he was in. 
Tim walked up to him, nose inches away from Drake’s, “If I ever see you even breathe near her ever again, you will be on the floor faster than you can even registar what is happening, do you understand me?” Tim ended his sentence with a push and walked back to his car feeling somewhat better.
Tim sat in the driver's seat for a while, contemplating what to do next. He decided it would be nice to take you out to your favorite restaurant and go over college majors with you as you had been needing help figuring out what you should do for the field you were wanting to step into. 
As senior year came to an end Tim and you parted ways but always kept in touch, it was hard sometimes but the two of you did your best.
He would send you letters asking how college was, and you would send letters back asking if he was still a little twig or if he had finally built up muscle. Worry was always something you carried everytime a letter would be late or you wouldn’t hear from him for a while, but thankfully all was always okay.
When he got out he decided his next course of action would be to go into the police force, telling you it was the closest thing to the military a civilian could get and you supported him through the training academy. You had gotten your degree in forensics and now work in the lab as a blood spatter analyst, and he was a rookie.
You and Tim were absolutely stoked to be able to work in the same precinct, even opting for carpooling every now and then when you were too tired to drive. You also figured out way before Tim did how big of a crush Isabel had on him, she smiled so wide when he walked in and would constantly talk to him and invite him to get drinks after work. 
“You know she likes you right?” you teased, looking at Tim with a smirk as you ran tests in the lab. “Who? Isabel?” he asked obliviously, not quite catching onto what you caught onto months ago, “God Tim, yes!” you whisper-yelled “she makes googily eyes at you every time she’s looking at you.”
“You really think she likes me?”
“Oh my god, you are such a dude, of course she likes you!”
“Should I ask her on a date?”
“Yes Tim. Ask the poor girl on a date, she’s been waiting”
After you lit a fire under his ass, he quickly asked Isabel on a date and their relationship flourished from there. You on the other hand only had a couple of boyfriends off and on, none of them could make you very happy, and you would feel bad for leading them on. Never knowing why you weren't ever satisfied by good men.
One day Tim came up to you in the lab, very secretly and locked the door while looking at you. “Hey, i need womanly advice” Tim said, almost scared even the wind would pick up on his voice. 
“Alright, hit me” you smiled finishing up your email, “which ring do you think Isabel would like best?” your eyes flashed to the screen Tim was pulling up. The images showed two sets of princess cut diamond rings, one wearing a silver band while the other wore a gold band. Tim was smiling ear to ear waiting for you to react, you studied the rings hard before deciding Isabel would most likely prefer the silver band over the gold band.
“Thank you, Y/n” Tim looked at you before hugging you tightly, “I mean it, thank you” he finished by giving you a last squeeze before leaving. Your heart felt oddly heavy, holding emotion you weren't quite able to explain away, the world was dimmer.
Tim’s wedding came and went, you attended and gave a very long, tearful speech. Telling Tim how proud of him you were and how glad you were that he had found Isabel. It still stung, although you weren't entirely sure why, Tim’s heart has never been yours to hold and keep safe.
Then, Isabel started to delve into drugs, Tim would come to your house nearly in tears every other night thinking Isabel was cheating on him. You would comfort him, trying to reassure him that she wasn’t cheating on him and her job was just hard. She just needed extra support, you thought.
Your heart ached for Tim when the two of you found out Isable was using, you also hurt for Isabel, occupational hazard completely turned her life upside down. You did your best to be there for Tim and stayed up to date with any possible sightings of Isabel, but you never caught wind of her whereabouts.
Fortunately, one day when Tim was riding with his new rookie, Lucy Chen, he ran into Isabel, who was inside a convenience store. He came by your lab after it had happened. 
“She looked bad, Y/n” Tim’s voice cracked, looking more sorrowful than he’s ever looked before. 
“I'm so sorry, Tim, that’s so awful” you hugged his slumped frame, giving him a reassuring squeeze. “We’ll find her again, I know it” you pulled away smiling at him lightly. 
He gave you a forced smile, telling you he would take you to lunch after your labs came back, you wished you could give him more but there was really nothing else you could do for him. 
After a couple of months and a really sloppy secret op, Isabel was finally able to get the help she needed and was willing to go into rehab. Tim was ecstatic to see her looking so much like her old self again, and he understood when she said she no longer wanted to be with him, that she felt she couldn’t move on with him still in her life.
Tim was just happy to see someone he loved for so long doing so good. 
He lived the single life for a while, getting back on his feet and his mental health back into a good position. 
Rachel was a short fling, but you were sure Tim loved her. 
You strongly disliked Ashley but that's neither here nor there.
Then he finally opened his eyes and saw you.
You were who he’s been waiting for his whole life, the one who saw him at his most vulnerable, while also seeing him at his most fulfilled. It took him too long to notice but he finally did, every long night chat that he always came to you for, all the times he needed to cry on someone's shoulder he would go to you. He was finally going to tell you that, and he hoped to the highest of powers you would feel the same.
After his shift he walked over to your lab, knowing you, you would be working later than you should be. He let out a nervous breath, and opened your lab door. 
“Y/n? You in here?” Tim’s voice echoed off the plain walls.
“Over here!” you called from the back of the room.
Heavy footsteps made their way towards your voice, they were fast paced, almost nervous. “Hey!” you exclaimed with a big smile stretching from ear to ear, you were sitting on the floor with files spread out around you, looking like your office had been paper bombed. 
“Hi, Y/n” there was a quiver to Tim’s voice, one that made your stomach drop, you didn’t know what Tim was about to tell you but whatever it was, it’s causing your anxiety to mix with his.
“Are you okay?” 
“Perfect.”
“Then why do you look like you’re about to throw up?” you laughed nervously.
“I'm in love with you” Tim finally spit out, swallowing his fear and looking into your now wide open eyes.
“What?” your mouth was agape as you asked, your heart nearly exploded with eagerness and relief. 
“I'm in love with you, and i want to take you on a date” Tim repeated, with more confidence this time. “Okay” you stated simply.
“Okay?” His voice was laced with a bit of confusion and happiness. 
“Tim, i’ve been in love with you since we were in middle school and instead of hitting me with a dodgeball you took a hit for yourself because you just couldn’t bring yourself to tag me out” You laughed out, getting up from your paper tornado you've made around your office.
Tim pulled you into him with one hasty movement, “I wish i’d noticed sooner” Tim had a slight frown adorning his face.
“Every dead end street, led you straight to me, You noticed when it was the right time” you said quietly, wanting this moment to last forever. 
“So, where are you taking me on our first date?”
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merrybloomwrites · 3 months ago
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I Can Ease the Pain
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Summary: You're feeling under the weather and Louis is there to make it better.
Word Count: 1.9K
CW: sickness, throwing up
AN: My niece wasn't feeling well the other week and napped on me and it inspired this soft Louis fic.
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One thing about you, is you never get sick. You’ll occasionally get a sore throat that bothers you, and you do lose your voice every now and then. You do also get a couple colds each year. 
But you never get so sick that you can’t power through. You’ve never taken a sick day in your entire adult life. You simply never feel bad enough that you can’t continue on with your day.
Which is why it’s so shocking and awful when it finally happens. 
You’ve been feeling rough all day, but you’ve kept going like you always do. It isn’t until you get home and change into comfy clothes that you admit to yourself you’re truly feeling unwell. 
However, you don’t let that stop you. It’s nearly dinnertime, and you know that Louis will be hungry when he gets home. And you know that you should eat, even if you don’t have an appetite. 
Looking through the cabinets you find some soup and crackers. That’s exactly what you need right now so you pull out a pot to heat up the soup. You keep an eye on it, stirring occasionally and making sure it doesn’t get too hot. 
Just as you’re pouring it into bowls, Louis walks in the front door. 
“Hi babe,” he says as soon as he walks into the kitchen. After you place the bowls on the table you turn to greet him. He presses a kiss to your forehead but quickly pulls away. You look at him in confusion, as he normally pulls you close rather than leave any space between the two of you. 
“You feeling okay? You’re really warm,” he says. Louis then looks at the dinner you’ve prepared and says, “Love, are you sick?”
“I’m a bit under the weather,” you reply, still trying to stay positive. “Probably just need a good night's sleep and I’ll feel better.”
“Alright, well don’t push yourself. Rest if you need to.”
“I will,” you say, but you don’t really mean it. You’ve never been one to slow down, and whatever germ this is won’t stop you from doing what you normally do.  
You and Louis sit and eat dinner together as you talk about your days. The warm broth soothes you and you’re feeling a bit better by the time you’re done. 
Louis cleans up the dishes, repeatedly telling you to sit and relax. You’re starting to feel tired, so you listen and let him take care of cleaning up. But just for tonight, you tell yourself. You’ll be fine tomorrow and you’ll go back to cleaning together. 
“Let's take a bath,” Louis suggests, and you go along with it. A warm bath does sound nice right now, it will probably help the aches you’re starting to feel throughout your body. 
Louis gets it ready while you grab clothes for the two of you. When you get back to the bathroom the tub is filled, and the steaming water looks so inviting. 
He helps you get in first, and you feel so serene once surrounded by the hot water. Louis slides in behind you and pulls close so that your back is flush against him. His arms wrap around you and you rest your head back on his shoulder. 
It’s absolutely perfect, and you feel better than you have all day. Louis gently washes your hair before rubbing a soap filled bath sponge all over your body. When the water starts to cool he helps you out of the bath,and wraps a towel around you. It takes only a couple of minutes for you to get ready for bed and climb under the covers.
Normally you can’t sleep unless Louis is in bed with you, but tonight you're exhausted. You’re asleep the second your head hits the pillow. 
Your alarm wakes you in the morning, and it’s incredibly difficult to drag yourself out of bed. You try so hard to do your normal morning routine so you can get to work, but after only a few minutes you know that you have to admit defeat. 
For the first time since childhood, you call out sick. 
Louis finds you half an hour later. You’re wrapped up in blankets on the living room couch, a mug of tea on the table in front of you. 
“Good morning, love. You alright?” He sits next to you and you lean your head against his shoulder.
��I don’t feel great. Took the day off.”
“Oh, baby, I’m sorry you’re feeling bad. I can stay home today, nurse you back to health.”
You smile at his offer, but reply, “No, but thank you. I’ll be okay.”
“Alright. Have you had breakfast yet?”
“No, my stomach’s a bit off. Didn’t want to risk it.”
“Well you should have a little something. How about toast? Or oatmeal? Maybe some fruit?”
It’s endearing, how quickly he’s switched into this caretaker mode. “I think I could handle some toast,” you answer.
“Perfect. You wait here, I’ll be right back.”
He stands and walks to the kitchen, and you’re surprised how much you miss his presence next to you. But you can’t expect him to drop everything just to sit on the couch with you while you sleep all day. 
As promised he’s back a few minutes later carrying a plate with some toast and a peeled orange. “Thought some vitamin C might be a good idea,” he says as he hands you the food. 
You nibble on the toast and Louis gets up to get himself ready to head to the studio for the day. He checks in on you again before he leaves and says, “If you need anything, call me. I’ll come right back home.”
“Thank you. I should be good. I’m just gonna chill here, watch some TV and rest.”
“I love you,” he says before pressing a kiss to your forehead. You don’t see the concerned expression cross his face when he feels how warm you are.
“I love you too,” you reply with a soft smile. 
He steps away, but not towards the front door like you expected. He heads back into the main part of the house and disappears for a minute. He returns, now carrying a few items.
“You need to stay hydrated,” he says as he places a bottle of gatorade on the table in front of you. Next, he brings the thermometer up to your head, frowning when he sees you do in fact have a fever. Wordlessly he hands you some medicine to reduce your fever and you take the pills, washing them down with the drink he’d brought.
“Thank you,” you say again.
“Of course. Hopefully that will help you feel better. I’ll see you later, love,” he says. This time when he gets up he does go to the front door to leave for the day.
You spend the morning resting, just laying on the couch like you’d planned. But you can’t fall asleep, even though you know you’re tired. And even with medicine, you begin to feel worse.
After a couple hours, what you’re feeling changes drastically. What started as just feeling tired and shaky has now morphed into nausea. Which is the worst case scenario in your eyes. Because colds and body aches you can handle. But vomiting is by far one of the worst experiences you can think of.
You try to convince your body that you’re not actually nauseous, but that doesn’t work. As sweat beads all over your skin and your mouth starts to water, you admit defeat and head to the bathroom. You make it just in time to throw up into the toilet.
It’s an awful experience, but once you’ve emptied your stomach you do feel slightly better. Just to be safe, you stay in the bathroom for a bit, not wanting to move and risk the nausea coming back.
After maybe half an hour, you’re confident that your stomach has totally settled. Plus you’re starting to doze off against the tub so you figure it’s time to head back to the couch. 
Before you can gather the strength to get off the floor, you hear the front door open. You’d be scared, but then you hear Louis’ voice calling out for you. A moment later he finds you and you say, “What are you doing home?”
“Just had a feeling that you needed me. Looks like things took a turn?”
“Yea. I got sick a little while ago but it’s better now.”
“Have you slept at all?”
You shake your head no, and Louis crouches down to help you stand. He leads you to the sink where you rinse your mouth to get rid of the taste lingering there. He wraps an arm around your waist and supports you back to the bedroom.
“I’m just gonna change into sweats,” Louis says as you settle on the bed. After a moment he joins you. He lays on his back and opens his arms, reaching out for you. 
While you’re not normally one for cuddles, he looks so inviting and cozy right now. In your slightly delirious state, you don’t hesitate to lay on top of him. You’re completely flush against him with your head resting on his chest. You can hear his steady heartbeat as he rubs his hands up and down your back in a soothing gesture.
He feels so comforting, so safe, and the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes is so relaxing. In no time at all, he lulls you into a peaceful sleep.
When you wake up you’re groggy, but you feel better than you had earlier. Louis' arms are around you, holding you close and still rubbing soothing circles on your back. 
“Hi baby,” he says when he notices you’re awake. “How are you feeling?”
“Eh, still pretty crummy. Maybe a little better,” you murmur against his neck. 
“You don’t feel quite as warm,” he says, his hand now touching the back of your neck which is no longer radiating heat like it had been earlier. 
You hum in response, and snuggle closer to Louis. 
“You’re very cuddly right now,” he says. 
Realizing that you’re probably getting quite heavy after sleeping on him for over an hour, you try to pull away and apologize. 
“Don’t be sorry, I love it. This is nice, having you in my arms,” Louis reassures. 
“I like it too,” you admit. 
“Yea?”
“Yea. Don’t wanna move.”
“Well then it’s a good thing you don’t have to. Stay here as long as you want,” Louis says.
“Guess this is an upside to being sick,” you say as you grip his shirt tight, causing him to wrap his arms even tighter around you.
“You know, we can actually do this when you’re not sick,” Louis says.
“No, Really?” you say jokingly.
“Really!” he replies, playing along. “So why don’t we get you feeling better and then have lots of cuddles with no one feeling crummy. As many cuddles as you want. I promise.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.”
Louis keeps his promise, and laying together like this becomes a normal part of your relationship. But there’s still something so special about finding the comfort only he can provide when you’re not feeling well. No matter what, Louis will always be your home, your safe place.
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AN: Louis looks so soft and cuddly, I just know he'd give the best snuggles haha
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badaleesbish · 3 months ago
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hi, don't know if you're still receiving requests but could you please do 6 with Bada?? I'd love that
☆ { licking } their neck to make them gasp
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"Fuck." Bada groaned as she walked into her dorm suite, kicking off her shoes at the front door before entering her room, slipping out of her sweatshirt and throwing herself on her bed, groaning as her body hit the soft, fluffy mattress. Her body was sore from walking around campus all day, and from the dance class, she just left.
Bada huffed in exhaustion as she reached down, digging into her sweatpants' pocket for her phone. She just wanted to see you, talk to you, touch you, hug you, and never let go, she strolled though her contacts until she found yours. She shot you a text,
"We need to talk..."
Meanwhile, on the other side of campus, you sat in the library with a group of your friends as you all study, getting prepared for the upcoming test you all had in a couple of days. As you began to read off the next question from the study guide, your phone buzzed, pulling your attention away. It was a text from Bada, that read, "We need to talk..."
"What the hell?" You whispered in confusion as you stared down at your phone. What could you guys possibly have to talk about? Was there something wrong? Something you did? Something she did?
"Hey, you good, girl?" Your friend asked, softly tapping the table in front of you. "Something wrong?"
"I don't know. Bada just texted me saying,'We need to talk.' I gotta go, guys. See ya later." You said as you gather your belongings and head towards the library door.
"Hey, call me if you need me." Your friend said.
"Of course, thanks." You said as you walked out of the library and headed towards Bada's dorm.
A knock at Bada's dorm room door caused her ears to perk up like an excited puppy who had been waiting for their owner to return all day.
"My baby is here!" Bada jumped from her bed, sprinting towards the door, almost tripping and knocking things over on the way. Bada opened the door, leaning against the door frame, trying to hold up this cool, chill persona as if she hadn't just acted like a total dork a few seconds ago, "Hi, love..."
"You said, 'we have to talk', so talk. If you're going to break up with me, don't beat around the brush, okay? Just do it, Bada." You said, walking inside, completely disregarding Bada's greeting.
"What? Baby, what are you talking about? I'm not breaking up with you." Bada closed the door and grabbed your arm, pulling you towards her.
"Well, the text you sent made me think the worst." You said as you pulled at the straps of your backpack. "So we don't have to talk?"
Bada smiled, tilting your head to look at her, tucking some of your hair out of your face. "Nope..."
"So why am I here?" You asked shyly. You knew exactly why you were there. You just wanted to hear her say it.
"I wanted to see you because I missed you all day..." Bada's eyes flicked from your eyes to your lips as her thumb grazed over your bottom lip.
"Uh huh... what else, baby?" You asked, slipping your backpack off before placing your arms around Bada's neck.
"I want to you kiss so bad." Bada whined, her hands found their way to cup your cheeks as Bada pulled you into a well desired kiss. You sighed into the kiss as your eyes fluttered closed and your body melted against Bada's touch.
Bada lifted you from the ground, wrapping your legs around her waist, never breaking the desperate lip lock as she carried you to the couch. Allowing you to straddle her as her lips traced your jaw and her arms circle around your waist, her hands kneading, tracing your skin. Her lips fell upon your neck, kissing and sucking at your skin. Her tongue slipped through her lips, rotating, causing you to gasp,
"Hmm, oh my God." You gasped, smiling as your fingers tangle throughout Bada's oreo locks, pushing her head deeper into your neck.
Bada pulled away from your neck, bringing her kisses back to your lips, "Promise you'll be mine forever." She kissed your lips once more.
You playfully rolled your eyes, "So cute. Of course, I'll be yours forever, always." You smiled against her lips, kissing her as well.
Bada pulled away, lifting her pinky, "Pinky promise, seal with a kiss?"
You chuckled lightly at your girlfriend's cuteness, "Pinky promise." You said, locking the two fingers together, followed by another kiss.
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literaila · 11 months ago
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small talk
gojo satoru x fem!reader
summary: satoru has never learned the definition of "small talk" and you don't care to teach him
a/n: i was requested to hold off on the angst, so i decided to comply (very gracious, i know) so take a flashback fic, in which our characters lack all of their trauma (also I'm working on the next actual part and it... might take a bit)
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second year, month two.
“c’mon, nanami, you owe us," you're saying, laying across the couch in nanami's room, feet sore from walking around all day. 
it's only noon, and you already feel like you've suffered through several weeks of this. your only two classmates siding with each other almost always. 
except for now, because you're pouting. trying to convince kento that being a recluse will get him nowhere in life--you would know. 
“no, i do not.” 
you roll your eyes. “sorry? who sliced the curse in two before we even got the chance to look?" you ask, rhetorically. "oh, you? that’s right.” 
nanami shakes his head, but you see his lips twitch—about to give (another) involuntary apology. if you keep up the whining, he'll probably give you his firstborn. 
“it could be fun,” haibara adds, chewing on some weird candy he picked up at the convince store by your mission. it smells like a rotted corpse, which is what you told him when he offered to share. 
“i seriously doubt that.” 
“well, i seriously don’t care,” you tell him, “this is the first time we’ve been invited. unless you want to spend the next two years getting wedgies—“ 
“gojo can’t even touch me,” he argues, arms crossed. his eyes are unyielding as he stares at you. “and geto is more respectable than that.” 
haibara laughs, probably at the mention of a wedgie. 
“well, i wouldn’t know. but i’ll find out tonight when we all go with them to… wherever they’re going.” 
because you showed up a couple of weeks after the two of them, much to your dismay, you haven't become acquainted with your seniors or any of their quirks. it's honestly unfair. but neither of them seems to care about their upper hand or the fact that you're tired of being stuck around them all of the time. 
“i have plans.” 
“no you don’t,” you snort. “we’re your only friends.” 
“that’s not relev—“ 
haibara hangs on nanami’s shoulder, smiling at him with his puppy dog eyes. “kento, we have to go. i want to ask geto a couple of questions, and y/n’s already annoyed.” 
you huff, crossing your arms. you have a good reason to be upset. 
nanami looks at you, then sighs. “i already told you, it was a grade four, it didn’t even look ‘cool’ like the one you and haibara exorcised last week.” 
“i’m not talking to you.” 
haibara laughs, going to sit down next to you, ruffling your hair. it’s irritating, how nonchalant he is about this. like nanami didn’t steal your mission right in front of you. 
and kind of adorable. you lean into him, resting the side of your body against his arm. maybe his energy will mix with yours. 
“y/n, i already apologized.” 
you turn your head away from him. 
“this is very immature.” he gives haibara a pleading look. 
you can feel it as he laughs against you. 
nanami sighs. “fine. this once. if you ever ask again—“ 
you jump up, moving beside him to squeeze him into a makeshift hug (which he doesn’t return). “i knew you’d come around,” you say. because you did. nanami is notoriously easy to break, despite his untouchable demeanor.
nanami sighs again. more forlorn. “this is going to be a disaster.” 
and obviously, haibara takes this opportunity to move to his other side, participating in the group hug.
in all honesty, you’d expected more. 
it’s not that you idolize your upperclassmen—if they can even be classified as such—but seriously, after a year they haven’t come up with anything more entertaining than dragging someone’s tv into the common room and playing mario cart? 
you figured there'd be more excitement here. a lot more break-ins, and more chances for heroics. 
but, you remind yourself, trying to sit pleasantly, this is the first time any of you have been invited. the first time you've spent with geto, Gojo, and shoko without yaga hanging over your break, threatening all of them to be nice. you just want a chance not to be the only new one around. the least educated, weakest.
so you might as well try and enjoy it while you can.
besides nanami and haibara, you don’t have a lot of friends. you didn’t, even before you started at jujutsu high. you barely even had a family. 
so you’ll take what you can get (even if it's three people who speak in code and seem to do nothing but fight).
“oh, how’d that mission you guys went on go?” geto asks after he’s beaten haibara at a fourth race. “where was it?” 
“harajuku,” nanami says, sounding more like he’s telling you his grandma just died. 
“get anything cool?” gojo asks, leaning his head back against the couch so he can look at you upside down. his sunglasses are sliding off of his nose, and you blink. 
“we left pretty quickly,” haibara answers, for all of you. “it was just a grade four.” 
“they sent all of you for that?” shoko, who is pretending to read some sort of biology book right in front of the tv, raises her brow at you. 
at least there’s some common ground there. being the only two girls in a fifty-foot radius creates its own sort of bond. 
you’re about to remark something snarky about nanami and his control issues, but haibara is eager to please, so he says to her, “nah, it was supposed to be harder. grade two, they said.” 
“been there,” she answers. 
geto raises a brow, but his eyes don't move from the screen. “no you haven’t?” 
“listening to gojo’s story about that ‘grade one’ he ‘exorcized’ is basically like being there.” 
“hey, that was true!” 
the two of them give the boy a look, then resume their activities. nanami taking haibara’s place—not without some convincing—and the rest of you watching. 
wow, what a life for jujutsu sorcerers. 
you laugh at the thought and ignore the weird look shoko gives you. 
eventually, gojo makes his way from across the room, his chin resting on geto's temple, and sits on the floor next to you, long limbs getting in the way. 
you barely glance at him with your brows raised, then look back to the screen. nanami is surprisingly good at it. and you find gojo kind of... bizarre. he's always laughing, always leaning against something, and just his presence right next to yours feels like an intrusion. 
“so,” gojo whispers to you, schemingly. “gabumons better than agumon, right?” 
you turn to him, tilting your head. “what?” 
“kind of an unpopular sentiment,” he adds, “but true. i mean, c’mon, metalgarurumon? freezing breath? so cool,” he says, like you’re supposed to know what it means. he's got that same grin on--the one you've watched from across the courtyard, shaking his hand, and probably even that time you caught him napping on the dining table. 
“…what?” 
“satoru, leave her alone,” geto says because this must be a regular occurrence.
“i’m just making small talk!” 
shoko snorts. “i don’t think you’ve ever talked small a day in your life.” 
gojo opens his mouth but apparently has nothing to say about that. 
he sighs, leaning his chin on a hand, and watching the screen again. clearly, his classmates have ruined all of his fun. how is he supposed to mess with you in peace with them around?
when he catches you staring at him a moment later—mostly bewildered because you’ve heard many rumors about satoru gojo, and none of them involve him being a grumbler—he grins. “your turn.” 
“to what?” you say, hoping he doesn’t mean the game. 
he leans toward you. “to make small talk.” 
“i don’t think your turns over.” 
“you’re supposed to continue the conversation. answer my question…” he hints. 
“you didn’t ask a question,” you say, “just made a statement about what’s-your-mon and who’s-your-mon.” 
he looks around, outraged, like you’ve said something completely insane. 
you cut in before he can add anything, “and you know that small talk is supposed to be about, like, the weather, right?” 
“the weather? you’d rather talk about that than cyborg digimon?” 
“…i think so?” 
“ignore him,” shoko calls. 
but you can’t. there's something about him that gets under your skin. and, it's satoru gojo, he's intriguing in his own, annoying way. 
“fine. how do you like the weather?” he asks, tapping his fingers against his chin, smiling at you again. 
you pinch your lips together. “it’s fine. rainy.” 
he throws his head back, groaning. “see? this is boring. and so is this game, because suguru just beats everyone.” 
“i think nanami won the last round.” 
he gives you a ‘really?’ look, and you shrug. 
“do you guys do this a lot?” 
“do what?” 
you gesture towards the tv. “sit around and do nothing.” 
gojo scoffs. “this is very important, you know. we take video games very seriously.” 
you take a look at geto—who’s sticking his tongue out while he handles the controller—and haibara, who’s pointing at nanami’s face and laughing. 
you must’ve missed something. not that you've been paying much attention to the game, anyway. 
you've been mostly obsessing over your expressions, trying not to say anything out of place, and figure out how to speak to any of these people without sounding foolish. 
which, so far, hasn't gone well. 
“what do you guys do, then?" gojo asks, sarcastically. "meditation circle?” 
you snort. “study, usually. or hand-to-hand combat. haibara and i need the practice.” 
“shoko won’t spar with me and suguru can’t anymore after we accidentally put a hole in the gym wall last time.” 
“that was you? how do you accidentally break through concrete?” 
he shrugs, winking at you. “suguru’s flying frog things are heavy.” 
“flying frogs?” you say, skeptically. 
“oh, child,” satoru pats you on the head. “you’ve got lots to learn.” 
“apparently,” you say, and turn back to the tv, and the debate the four of them are having about character types or something. 
but gojo doesn’t move from his spot. he sits next to you for the next hour, and you learn, for the first time, just how insufferable he is. 
especially with his smile, which you find yourself staring at every couple of minutes. 
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squinch-depraved · 4 months ago
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priest schlatt I beg
we're not gonna talk about how long this took me to get to
happy national clergy appreciation day (in the u.s.) !! sorry if this sucks i was raised southern baptist and even then i sucked at christianity there's a reason i practice witchcraft now lol
hanging your head low as you ducked into the confessional wouldn't save you. sure, there was no one around to see you, but knowing that god had witnessed what you had done was reason enough to try and hide from the world as much as you could. but still you tucked yourself away into the corner of the booth, clutching your purse in your trembling hands.
religion was a something of a sore spot for you; growing up in a hyper-christian family was one way to ensure you didn't feel comfortable in a house of worship. you had always viewed god as an inevitable outcome, a fact that awaited you whenever you happened to reach the end of your journey here on earth. once you graduated high school and locked yourself into a four year program at a catholic college one state over, you came to realize that the reason you couldn't stand your religion wasn't because of overbearing relatives. no, it was the very idea of god himself. you found him sadistic, an egotistical prick who had nothing better to do than let horrible things happen to his creations. maybe it was true that most of the teachings you had heard were lost on you, that you didn't even make an effort to understand the lessons passed down for thousands of years. but so what? nobody had ever made an effort to understand you or what you were going through, why should you waste your energy extending that courtesy to a church that obviously didn't care about you?
but you know who did make you feel understood? the guys you had dated in the three years since you arrived at this prison. at least, for a few weeks, in the beginning. the first one was fine. he was the one who convinced you virginity was an outdated concept- which you still agreed with to this day, you decided. he was surprisingly "woke" about the whole religion thing, which was what drew you to him in the first place.
"my parents made me study here too," he sympathized. "i totally wish i could've gone on a mission trip instead of getting a degree. like, college will be here in a few years! those impoverished people might not, y'know? i just feel like god is totally calling me to go serve. like, 'troy, man, go feed those guys! tell them how cool i am!'" he stopped tossing a miniature foam basketball against your bedroom wall for a moment to look at you.
you smiled weakly at his sentiments and glanced up from your laptop to nod. "totally, troy."
turns out, (unsurprisingly) troy was a fucking douche. he stayed around just long enough to get into your pants a couple times, but then you caught him with the girl who lived in the dorm across from you, so he had to go. nobody ever found out who stole his clothes from the men's showers, but the videos of him streaking down the hallways while he ran to his room were sent around campus for months after that.
guys two and three were more painful than troy; you had actually grown attached to them. guy two lasted almost a year, and three was only a few months, but he felt special. and the half dozen guys you slept with while trying to get over them just added to the tally of sins you were keeping subconsciously.
so when your grades started to slip from depression in the winter of your junior year, and your counselor called you to her office for an appointment, it was no surprise that her words got under your skin as easily as they did. how could they not? getting students to go to church was part of her job. she was concerned that your grades were slipping because she hadn't seen you at mass in a long time, and the absence of the lord will do that to a young girl, you know.
so later that night, after drinking by yourself at a bar a few miles from the school, you stumbled into the church on campus and slunk into the confessional. realizing that the wooden box was incredibly uncomfortable, you winced and pulled off your heels, rubbing your feet gently as you waited to be listened to.
you shrieked quietly when a small lattice window on the wall next to you slid open. "oh, fuck... sorry! um, it's my turn, right?... yeah, i think so. okay, so, um. bless me father for i have... sinned? it's been, like," you paused as you counted back the time on your fingers. "almost two years since my last confession. oh, jeez, that makes me sound awful." you were hiccupping as you rambled, and you could have sworn you heard the faintest exhale of amusement if you weren't plastered.
"whatever, it's too late to stop now," you sighed, crossing your legs. "i let some guys sleep with me and now i'm all unpure and like. i'm supposed to show up here a couple times every week now but i don't wanna, i don't care enough about this whole god thing to waste the rest of my college life becoming a nun. i'm already worried i wasted three years coming here instead of a school where i could have felt like myself," you trailed off.
it was quiet for a moment before a gruff voice with a new york accent asked, "how many guys?"
you snorted. "9, i think," you said with a smirk, rolling your eyes.
the man on the other side of the panel felt his face heat up as he mumbled, "jesus." you couldn't hold in your laugh at how absurd this was. this was what you deserved for coming to confess at 2 in the morning.
"i know it's been a while since i've been here and all, but i'm pretty sure that's not what you're supposed to say," you giggled.
a chuckle was heard before he answered, "sorry. you're right, it's not. tell me more, what led you to sleeping with them?" at least now he was trying.
the two of you talked for about an hour, until it no longer felt like a confession and you were sure you had fallen for this priest you couldn't even see. eventually, he tried to dismiss you without giving you your penance, but something in your gut drove you to bring it up yourself.
he stepped out of the booth first, and you hesitated for a second before following him, freezing when you saw what he looked like. tall, scary, with gorgeous brown eyes framed by aviator glasses and fluffy chops adorning his cheeks. by some miracle, he also felt immobilized by his view of you hopping out of the wooden compartment- dress disheveled, fishnets ripped, heels in one hand and your purse slung over one shoulder. you were his worst nightmare, a temptation he simply could not resist. god had just placed a vulnerable young lamb like you in his midst; who was he to deny himself of the simple pleasures his lord had provided for him?
"father? father, my penance," you waved your hand in front of his face (after a bit of trying to get his attention), which had just gone dark. his eyes now looked hungry and cold.
"hmm?" he blinked and tilted his head towards you slightly. "oh. uhm," he let out a deep exhale, as if contemplating something. "y-y'know what? just come with me," he spoke gently, taking your hand and leading you to a back room with some spare furniture scattered about.
a part of you knew what was coming, and a different part of you never could have guessed the situation you were about to find yourself in. once you were alone in the room together, he pulled you close and pressed you against a wall, letting his hot breath waft over your neck as he bent down to whisper in your ear.
"god's telling me we should make it 10 men you've been with," he murmured, voice velvet smooth as it coated your eardrums. "so you can say at least one of them was a real man of the lord, hmm, doll?"
your breath, caught in your throat, sped up as he slowly, gently, tenderly took your wrists in one of his hands, bringing them to rest above your head. "father..."
"schlatt. my name's schlatt. but that's just a courtesy, hm? stick to callin' me father." you felt him smirk against your skin as he sunk his teeth into the flesh of your neck, drawing out a frantic moan from you.
"careful with your noises, angel, there's two other guys here tonight, and if we get caught, i'm gonna have to share you," schlatt warned. he used his other free hand to pull down the top of your dress, smiling greedily at the sight of your exposed breasts. "no bra?"
"i-it didn't go with the outfit," you tried to defend yourself, but he just shushed you and fondled your chest lovingly, like he really was just appreciating one of god's creations. pathetic noises spilled from your lips as you watched him admire you, a hypnotized look on your face.
"you're so beautiful, doll. wha's your name?" he asked, glancing up at your face to meet your gaze.
you stammered out your response and he repeated it, running over the name in his mind.
"pretty," he said simply. "i'm gonna make you feel good now, okay?" it was more of a statement than a question, and you nodded with a gulp as he knelt down and slid his head under your dress. you felt your pupils dilate as you leaned your head back against the wall and let your eyes fall closed. schlatt ripped a bigger hole into your fishnets and pulled your skimpy panties to the side, licking a long stripe up your folds and tracing circles with his tongue on your clit. it was hard to keep your whorish noises contained, but clamping your hand over your mouth did a good enough job.
he ate you until you were frantically scratching at his head through the fabric of your dress as you came all over his face, sobbing from how good you felt. you didn't even know it was possible to feel this euphoric, but here this priest was to show you how. once he was satisfied, he pulled away from your cunt and rose to tower over you again. he reached into his robes and opened them enough so that his crotch was visible. you watched as he pulled out his length, stunned at the size of it, and let him pick you up and position you around his waist.
"father, i'm scared, i don't know if it's gonna fit," you admitted guiltily. schlatt locked eyes with you while he replied.
"it's okay to be scared. but you have to do it anyways." with that, he slid into you, stretching you out more than you ever had been before. you bit onto him in an effort to keep quiet; his robes did a good job of muffling the sound. after a generous amount of time to let you get used to him, he started moving.
he was gentle at first, but gradually got rougher and rougher. there wasn't a moment where he wasn't focused on making you feel good. his eyes pierced through you as he rammed into you at a relentless pace, and the attention he was giving you didn't make you feel objectified like it did when the other guys fucked you. it made you feel divine, ethereal almost.
grunts and pants, along with the occasional squeal, were all that could be heard as he rolled his hips into you time and time again. he coaxed another orgasm out of you just with his cock, and once he felt like he had pleasured you enough, he sped up, now thrusting at a frenzied pace.
"when i tell you, you're gonna get on your knees and take me in your mouth, okay angel?" he instructed, out of breath. you nodded, eager to please.
"yes, father," you gasped as he reached deeper and deeper inside you with every thrust. schlatt's eyes rolled back slightly at the title and he went impossibly faster for a few seconds before speaking.
"n-now! now!" he ordered desperately. he set you down hurriedly and you slammed down onto your knees to take him in your mouth, letting him burrow deep into your throat before he finished with a loud groan and grabbed your hair roughly.
he remained in your throat for a moment while he caught his breath, sliding out once his chest had stopped heaving.
"there's your penance, doll. i better see you here for a 2 a.m. confession next monday as well, yeah? i think that's what the lord's callin' me to do," schlatt said as he buttoned his robes. you straightened your clothes as much as you could and looked up at him sheepishly.
"looking forward to it. but, uh, is there a back door i could leave through? because i do not want to walk through the church like this." you gestured to your outfit, tattered and wrinkled, and winced.
he chuckled and nodded. "yeah, i'll show you to it. maybe it could be our secret entrance," he joked.
"oh, of course. i'll knock three times whenever i need to be let in," you retort with a grin.
maybe coming to church wouldn't be so bad, after all.
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boredzillenial · 1 month ago
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Sick-fic Drabble
Themes: just some sick times fluff (def not a draft that’s been sitting too long), Marc taking care of reader, reader gender not specified
A.N: couldn’t find a gif I wanted to use so stole this from @my-secret-shame 😅, feelin in my flop era pls be patient 🥺
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Sleep came in waves the last couple of days, fevers came and broke and came again. Inconclusive tests at the clinic had frustratingly sent you home with a “rest and drink lots of water” prescription. Finally you took your health in your own hands and decided if a prescription wasn’t an option then you’d hibernate through whatever the fuck this was while the boys were away.
You’d found a strong dose of over the counter meds to help you sleep, though exhaustion had you flopping onto the recliner before you could make it it to bed. The last thing you remembered was the pile of tissues in the tiny trash can beside you, the cold half eaten soup and the room temp pedialyte you failed to choke down. Finally, sweet dark relief washed through you as you lost consciousness. The sound of your favorite series a distant murmur in your congested ears.
Warmth surrounded you as you shift, and something snaked around you, arms? You feel heavy as you lean against a firm chest. Your eyes open for a moment to see Steven’s blurry face turn stern.
“Stevenstopit.” You groan. “ ‘m fine. Putme down.” You fidget a bit but the heaviness wrapped around you held you firm. A blanket? “Steve-“
“Not Steven. How long have you been like this.” His soft but short clipped tone furrows your brows as you try to focus on his face.
The slight downturn of his mouth, the lack of a snarky comment, “Marc?”
“Come on, how long?” He sets you down on the bed and presses his hand across your forehead.
“Since Monday?” You groan.
“Fucksake it’s Thursday baby, why didn’t you call me.” He gently brushed your mess of hair out of your face.
“Thought missions were important.” You rub your eyes and look up at him. As he came into focus you can finally see the full array of concern etched across his features.
“Not more important than you.” He sighs, “come on sit up. I could smell you when I walked in.” He pulls your wrinkled shirt over your head and tucks you back under the blanket.
You give him a halfhearted glare as a cough wracks your sore throat.
“You don’t have to do this. I can take care of myself.” Your grumble turns more into a croak as he pulls your bottoms off and tucks you back into bed.
He pauses, looks around the messy flat, then pins you with a raised brow and a smirk. “Yeah?”
You pull the blanket up to your chin and turn, “yeah…” you snuffle.
“Alright, I guess I just *won’t* run a bath then.” He shrugs and turns.
“Wait-“ you croak and tug on his hand. “Please I…” your scratchy throat didn’t make it any easier to swallow the last shred of pride you clung to. “That sounds nice…”
“No more sass?” His brow lowers but he looks to be fighting back a smirk.
“F-fine…” you nod and let go of his hand as you sniffle.
His lips quickly met your forehead before he went off to the bathroom. For a moment you worried about transmitting whatever you had to him till you remember Khonshu’s “gift” makes him not only heal fast and give him strength and speed. But it also means he never falls ill when the normal bugs everyone catches arrive in the spring and fall. “Must be nice.” You grumble as another bout of coughing shakes you.
“Say something?” He calls from the bathroom, his voice rising above the noise of the water.
“N-o.” You cough and roll your eyes. Sickness for days has stripped you of most patience and humor.
Time seemed to slow for the next hour or so as you fought to stay awake. The comfort of the mattress, the warmth of the blanket, Marc’s soft voice as he encourages you to stand and helps you to the bath. The heat from the water sank into your aching body as you settle in.
As the water cooled Marc lifts you from the tub, shivering and wet. “Just hang on-“ he wrapped your arms around his neck as he grabs his robe and draped it over your shoulders “- good enough come on.”
By the time you made it back to bed your teeth were chattering and body aching again. “T-thank you-“ you murmur, not looking forward to the cold sheets.
“Scoot, all the way-“ he encouraged softly before slipping in beside you and tugging you to his chest. Warmth radiated from him and sank into your feverish skin. “I’m not leavin’ till you feel better, promise-“ his voice rumbled in his chest as you laid against it.
Though doting wasn’t his strong suit, Marc stayed true to his word. Quietly one step ahead of your needs til the sickness left your body and you could show him just how grateful you were for it.
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chiliyue-archived · 2 years ago
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Aftercare !
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Includes; Zhongli, Kaveh, Diluc, Kazuha, Thoma, Itto
Not requested !
Tags; Slight smut/NSFW. Fem!reader. Fluffy and soft, mentions of cockwarming, markings. Many cuddles !
Zhongli
Lots and lots of personal attention to your wellbeing. He acknowledges that he can pretty rough in the moment that you are left unable to walk for a week sore. But no worries, he'll gladly clean you up, bring you a glass of water and tend to you fully
He draws a warm bath for you, having you rest against his chest as his fingers rub fragrant shampoo in your hair. You don't need to even say anything, Zhongli will already be aware of all your sore spots, and his hands are making work to message and rub ointment to those areas with delicate care.
Will gladly carry you if your legs are too wobbly to support you; carrying you bridal style back to the bedroom in which he tucks you in while praising you for how well you made him feel.
Prepares you tea in the following mornings and offers to message any more spots that may be bothering you all the while kissing your cheek lightly
" How do you feel, my dearest? Do you still hurt here? I'm quite sorry, my love, but you performed wonderful last night. Let me know if there's anything I can get you."
Kaveh
So many snuggles <33
He's touch starved and moments after intimacy leave him cuddling with you, tugging your form to his bare chest after as he peppers your face with chaste kisses.
He likes to lay by your side for a couple of minutes before getting up to get you some things. Amongst these moments, he likes to express just how much he loves you while his hand messages your waist. He inquires about trivial little things as you both take the moment to catch your breath; easily mesmerized by the way your chest still heaves even after the deed was done.
And after those initial seconds of cooling down, he gets straight to work to fulfill your needs. Gets you cleaned up and brushes your hair for you, placing it in a nice ponytail, keeping it nice and tidy or just clipping it back with some cute hairclips.
He's very scrupulous in the way he cares for you. He understands that you're sore, and so he is very patient. He makes sure you get a drink of water before you fall asleep, nudging the glass cup towards your lips with "just one sip before you sleep, okay?"
Holds you close to him, his head pressed in the crook of your neck as he whispers endless praises to the shell of your ear until he ultimately passes out.
" You're so pretty, you deserve everything, my love. I love you so much, you're so wonderful to me."
Diluc
Kinda conflicted
He would love to stay sheath within you. Your mushy walls were so welcoming and warm, and he swore he could be in that spot forever. But he also wants to tend to your needs because he prioritizes you before his own pleasure and care!
He always likes to press a lingering kiss on your shoulder. It's his way of silently saying I love you and thank you when you're both still attempting to catch your breath after a very intimate exchange, his face fuming a baby red.
Offers to message your hips, shoulders, or hands. He feels a tinge of guilt when he notices how you flinch when his finger traces after the marks he left on your chest. But your sweet reassurances release him from the worries as he tidied you up
Falls asleep with you cradled close to his chest, head buried in your shoulder. Intimacy leaves him feeling vulnerable- but with you, it wasn't the worst thing
He finds himself starring at you before he falls and after he awakes in the early hours. He can't bring himself to look away
Takes work off the following day so he can spend the day caring for you and spending the early hours of the day cuddling with his s/o.
" I can't my eyes off you, you look heavenly. You may just make me go out of business- but that's alright, I prefer to be here with you anyway."
Kazuha
The most doting boyfriend in the world 🥺🥺
Once the deed is done before you can even utterly say a single sound, Kazuha is already getting up to fetch you some water and towel to clean you up. He doesn't let you fall asleep until he's 100% sure he's fulfilled all your needs and tended to you properly.
His hands are playing with your hair while you're silently munching on the food he brought you. Or if you prefer, he'll gladly converse whatever is on your mind.
And there's always the alternative option of mumbling poems and haiku dedicated to you in your honor. What a greater time to do so than right after being intimate? And besides, he adores the way your face blushes when he reads off his writings <3
Praises you a lot. Let's you know very well just how good you made him feel and expresses how beautiful and pretty look in the afterglow(even better if you're covered in lovebites)
If you're too sore to walk- no problem! He'll carry you- piggyback or bridal style - your choice- around anywhere you need to go.
" You've brought me so much warmth amongst the cold and the rustling of the leaves. You grant me a home in which I will always be grateful."
Thoma
Malewife. You will not be lifting a finger. He will take care of everything.
If you're really sleepy, he'll let you rest for a bit, kissing you on the forehead while he gets to work cleaning up.
Brings you a change of clothing and helps you get dressed if your muscles are sore. Very careful and patient
Gets a nice bath going for you if it's what you please. Rinses and cleans your hair with gentle hands that probably lull you to sleep at some point.
Brings a couple of extra pillows and blankets so that the both of you are nice and comfortable for rest of the night.
He pulls you close into his chest, fingers carding through your hair as his lips trail your forehead. He loves having you close to him. You give off so much heat, and he wants to by your side for as long as possible
Will gladly have some pillowtalk if you can't fall asleep right away. If anything, it gives him a good excuse to spoon you and hold you close and for you to maybe play with his loose hair as well.
Makes you breakfast in bed the following morning, his doting and caring nature extending far beyond the night.
" Are you alright, love? Ah- stay in bed, I'll get you some water and a bath, how does that sound? Do you still like lavender bath salts or would you prefer something else?"
Itto
He nearly collapses on top of you afterward, his arms going to draw your weak and sleepy form near his.
It's just a whole lot of physical attention and cuddles from there <33
He keeps a conversation going with you, cracking a few light-hearted jokes here and there to keep the atmosphere light. While doing so, he strokes your hair, fingers messaging your head carefully that lulls you to sleep within a matter of minutes
Really, Itto loves to gaze at you. He becomes mesmorized by all the marking he left, and despite all, you continue to beam a smile at him.
He likes to be told how well he made you feel and vice versa. Is filled with pride feeling knowing you enjoyed it as much as he did <33
Wraps you into a blanket burrito, holding you close to him before passing out. His body is like a furnace, keeping you nice and comfortable through the rest of the night.
Unshamlessly carries you around everywhere the following day because your legs are like spaghetti noodles.
" Did you feel good, babe? Wha..?? You're legs hurt, want a piggyback ride? I'll have the gang bring us some noodles. How does that sound?"
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nova-amor · 1 year ago
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༘☁︎⋆ ◜ 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 ◞
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könig was tired. after a long day of training and monitoring new recruits, his social battery was drained, and his muscles were beyond sore. he was desperate to get home— the idea of drinking a couple of beers and nuzzling his face into your chest serving as the last ounce of motivation to get him through the rest of the day. 
"schatzi?" könig called out into the foyer of your home, abandoning his combat boots and gym bag by the front door. with every step, his feet began to feel heavier— practically dragging themselves across the floor by the time he got to your shared bedroom. 
pillows of steam rolled out from under the bathroom door as he made his way into the bedroom, the warm clouds an indication that you were in the shower. he tossed his uniform blouse and gloves onto the bed, his curiosity certainly peaked.
"schatzi?" he knocked on the door lightly, waiting a few beats for a reply. and, when there was none, anxiety began to brew in his mind. how long had you been in the shower? had you fallen because of the water floor? were you drowning under the shower stream? he knocked one more time before announcing: "schatzi, i'm going to come in, okay?"
as soon as he cracked the bathroom door open, he was met with a heavenly sight— your gorgeous body wrapped in a thick blanket of steam, one hand squeezing your breast as the other rubbed sloppy circles around your clit. your eyes pinched close, and soft chants of his name leaving your lips.
a surge of energy coursed through him, his body instinctively taking swift yet inaudible steps towards you. it wasn't until the glass shower door slid open that you finally noticed his presence, his blue eyes darkening as a knowing smirk crossed his lips. 
"am i interrupting something, kätzchen?" könig teased, the startled expression on your face only adding fuel to the fire growing within him. 
"könig— i didn't hear you get home," a wave of embarrassment washed over you, watching with wide eyes as your husband enclosed himself in the shower with you. he was still wearing his uniform, the shower water soaking through his camouflage pants and tan shirt, not that he really cared. "would've greeted you properly if i knew."
könig's hands grabbed at your waist, pinning your body between him and the cool tiled wall behind you. his arousal was evident, his wet pants barely able to conceal the erection stirring beneath the fabric. you could feel it against your abdomen, your pussy beginning to tingle at the idea of him taking you right then and there.
"you greeted me just fine, kätzchen, 's not every day i get to see you pleasuring yourself," he hoisted you up into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist for support. "you were thinking about this exact scenario, ja?"
one of his hands moved up the length of your body, his calloused hand kneading the underside of your wet breast. "thinkin' about my hands playing with these pretty tits?" his head dipped down to pepper kisses along the curve of your neck. "thinkin' about my lips kissing up your neck? leaving little bite marks and sucking— right— here."
you inhaled sharply, craning your neck further to the side to allow könig more access, his lips latched to your pulse point. you bucked your hips into him, the rough cloth of his shirt providing you with just enough clitoral stimulation to make you see stars. 
"yes, ohmygod— yes," your fingers laced into his hair, tugging at the short auburn strands. könig began to feast on your skin, lapping at your neck with the flat of his tongue while, his fingers pinched and twisted your puffy nipples. "need you, könig, been thinkin' about you all day. couldn't wait for you t' get home—"
könig licked his lips, slowly pulling away to meet your lustful gaze. his hand abandoned your nipple to dive underneath your thighs, rubbing the tips of his fingers along your wet folds. he gathered up your arousal, smearing it all along your slit.
"mmm, i knew it, kätzchen," his fingers dipped into your entrance until he was knuckle deep, your tight walls clamping down on the thick digits. your jaw went slack, a guttural moan escaping from the depths of your throat as he stretched you out with just two of his fingers. "don't worry, schatzi, i'll take good care of you. i'm just lending a helping hand, ja?"
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indigosunsetao3 · 9 months ago
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Older CIA Alex
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NSFW | 18+ | Age gap/dad's employee/forbidden Please check AO3 for tags
Perspective: Female reader
We're going to work this like Ex-Husband Price where I expand on things here and there. I just had to get this listed out.
So much for 'next few days'. I swear these ideas will eat me alive if I don't write them out.
OCIA!Alex - Was in your father's office when you walked in to meet him for lunch. He rose from his chair the moment you entered, a sign of respect and also that he would be leaving. You give him a small smile which he returns before slipping out the door.
OCIA!Alex - Casually asks your dad about you, and how the lunch went, when he returns from an overseas mission weeks later. It's not very out of place, Alex is an observant man, but the fact it was over a month later and he recalled where you went to lunch together struck your dad as interesting.
OCIA!Alex - Accepts your father's offer to join a few of the group for dinner. Your father always extended the invite to his whole team which Alex declined each time with an excuse. Except this time when he finds out, you'll also be at this dinner. Your father questions his sudden change of heart to which Alex answers charity is important.
OCIA!Alex - Is careful to make sure he is seated next to you at the charity gala. He's in his dress blues looking polished and the attention he pays you has you flustered. All evening he keeps you engaged in conversation, pulls out your chair for you, and makes sure your glass is never empty. In an effort to make a friend you give Alex your number as if he didn't already have it, and your social media accounts, saved in one of his burners after a bit of digging so he could learn more about you. Your father notices the friendly exchanges and makes sure to have a conversation with his subordinate. (Lunch and Dinner Date can be found here)
OCIA!Alex - Barely bats an eye at the fact you are almost twelve years younger than him. What's age really when you were both adults? He's even less phased by the fact your father lets him know you're fresh out of a long-term relationship which is why you were living with him for the time being. That explains why Alex hadn't seen you before and why you subconsciously ran your thumb over your ring finger all evening to play with a ring that was no longer there. Your father warns him, in a casual but firm tone, that you are off limits; he kept family and work separate for a reason. Alex assures him he was just being friendly, Sir.
OCIA!Alex - Volunteers to assist you in moving to your new apartment in exchange for a couple of beers. You texted him out of desperation, no friends in town, and your father is not the young man he used to be. It was the first time you had messaged him, he had been waiting none too patiently. Alex agrees, he's got the time and it's an excuse to see you again. Your father would have been more suspicious of this if he wasn't relieved to not be the only person lugging your furniture up three flights of stairs. (Move In Day can be found here)
OCIA!Alex - Swings by when you send him a message at one in the morning that the AC unit is on the fritz. The landlord didn't deem it an emergency and your father was out of town. The apartment is beyond sweltering and there isn't even a breeze to help. It was more of a venting session, you had been talking more often via text through the past couple of weeks, but Alex takes it upon himself to give you a hand.
OCIA!Alex - Fixes the unit enough that it's at least blowing semi-cool air. He insists on hanging around to make sure it doesn't go out again, promising it's not a problem. "Too hot to try and sleep without some air." You offer him some leftover pizza before joining him on the couch, a good distance away because it's too hot. Yet somehow you end up with your feet resting in his lap and his fingers massaging out the soreness from wearing heels all day. (Midnight Maintenance can be found here)
OCIA!Alex - Texts you even when he's gone overseas. He's polite in his timing, making sure he doesn't disturb you when you should be sleeping or at work. You are less restrained, finding you stare at the phone waiting for the next message like an impatient teenager. You tell yourself it's because he's the only real friend you've got around and it's lonely when he's gone. Then when he sends you an audio message you nearly fall out of your chair listening to his silky smooth voice as he tells you about his day.
OCIA!Alex - Smirks to himself in his bunk at night when you start sending him pictures. Innocent ones of course. Things you saw on your walk, sighing in frustration at another video meeting at work, the dinner you made (and didn't burn!), and the weird neighbor downstairs who only checks her mail at night. But then a not so innocent one pops on his phone after you've had a few glasses of wine.
OCIA!Alex - Avoids your father's questions as he tries to probe and see just what your relationship is. He had tried you when he saw your phone buzz with a text from Alex when he stopped by. You maintained you were just friends, that Alex was a nice guy but too old for you. That was, if friends sent lingerie and shower pictures to one another...and instructed the other just what to do when they were feeling particularly needy and lonely.
OCIA!Alex - Doesn't let your dad know he took a flight back two days early, and neither do you. He barely makes it into your apartment before you jump him and insist the uniform stays on. Those two extra days are spent solely at your apartment before Alex reports back to your dad, who is none the wiser. Even if Alex has hickeys all over his neck and his clothes reek of your perfume.
OCIA!Alex - Has to play nice when your father has an award ceremony and he insists you meet a few of his friend's sons. Your father determined you've been alone for too long, not enough friends, and is trying to get you back out there. He doesn't see Alex staring down each man as if they are his next target. Nor does he see the two of you slip away before his speech.
OCIA!Alex - Is unimpressed when you start spending time with others, men your own age in particular. You insist it's to keep your dad's suspicions away because he's been asking very leading questions, he's not dumb. And also, you had both agreed that whatever this was it was only a hookup, no commitment. Alex had his job and you wouldn't risk your father's ire.
OCIA!Alex - Agrees, two can play this game. He starts making some other 'friends' of his own and grins as he notices the worry in your tone that he's turned the tables. Jealously is a young person's game and he knows exactly how he feels about you, it's just getting you to admit it yourself. Your father seems a bit more relaxed that the two of you seem to spending less time together.
OCIA!Alex - Is sent out on a particularly long assignment in Europe. After three weeks of being gone and radio silent he knows he won this battle of wills when he gets a notification of an airfare purchase. He's hardly shocked to find you waiting outside of his hotel room he booked under his fake name. You are your father's daughter after all.
OCIA!Alex - Tells you to let him worry about your father as you lay sprawled on top of him. He's dealt with bigger issues from smaller targets before. You attempt to talk about it more but he silences you as he rolls you under him.
OCIA!Alex - Has a conversation with your father. (We're not going to give away the ending here 😉)
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crossfandomskylines · 2 months ago
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In the Space Between Us: Chapter 15
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OTHER CHAPTERS:
Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5
Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 10
Chapter 11 I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14 I Chapter 15
Chapter 16 I Chapter 17 I Chapter 18 I Chapter 19 I Chapter 20
Pairing: Glen Powell x OC
Summary: Gabby and Glen spend one last night together before she heads back to Los Angeles and he prepares to start filming his next project. The next day they both struggle to say goodbye at the airport knowing it will be weeks until they see each other again.
Word Count: 2.8k
Warnings: None.
A/N: Please continue to let me know what you think with Hearts, Comments, and Reblogs! Also if you'd like to be tagged please let me know, and I will get you added to the tag list!
Tag List: In Comments - Tumblr for some reason doesn't like linking more than 5 usernames so I'm just going to use the tags in the comments to make sure you get the notification!
The next few days that followed were a blur of easy laughter and quiet moments, a rhythm of life that felt natural to Gabby in a way she hadn’t experienced in years. Austin welcomed her with its laid-back charm, but it was Glen’s presence that made everything feel effortless.
Mornings were spent lingering over coffee in Glen’s kitchen, where sunlight poured through the windows, casting golden light over the wooden countertops. Gabby loved watching him cook breakfast, his movements unhurried yet precise as he scrambled eggs or flipped pancakes. They talked about everything and nothing, trading stories and teasing each other in a way that left Gabby’s cheeks sore from smiling.
Afternoons were reserved for exploring Austin. Glen took her to his favorite taco stand tucked away in the heart of the city, where Gabby insisted on trying every salsa they offered. He laughed when her face flushed after sampling the spiciest one, quickly handing her his drink to cool her down.
Evenings were slower and more intimate. One night, they curled up on the couch, a movie playing in the background as Gabby’s head rested on Glen’s shoulder. She had almost fallen asleep when she felt him press a soft kiss to the top of her head, and though she didn’t say anything, the unspoken tenderness in the gesture filled her chest with warmth. Another night, they sat on Glen’s back porch with a couple of beers, watching the stars and letting the comfortable silence stretch between them.
It was simple, and exactly what Gabby needed. For the first time in a long time, she felt herself letting go of the weight she’d been carrying. She didn’t just exist anymore—she was living, and she couldn’t deny that Glen had a lot to do with that.
On the night before Gabby was set to go back to Los Angeles, they were in Glen’s room. Gabby lay nestled in his arms, her head resting against his chest as they stretched out on his bed. The room was dark, illuminated only by the faint glow of the moonlight streaming through the partially open blinds. Glen’s steady heartbeat beneath her ear was comforting, but she could tell something was off.
He’d been quiet all day. At first, she assumed it was just the weight of her leaving tomorrow, but the longer the silence stretched on, the more it gnawed at her. It wasn’t like Glen to retreat into himself, not with her.
She shifted slightly, propping herself up on one elbow so she could look at him better. His gaze was fixed on the ceiling, his brow furrowed in thought. The subtle crease between his eyebrows tugged at her heart.
“You’ve been quiet today,” she murmured, her voice soft in the stillness of the room.
His eyes flicked down to meet hers, and he forced a small smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Just been thinking,” he replied, his voice low.
Gabby tilted her head, studying him. “About?”
He hesitated, his gaze fixed on the ceiling as though the words he was looking for were written there. “About tomorrow. About us.”
Gabby’s stomach tightened at the admission, but she forced herself to stay calm. “I know it’s going to be hard,” she said, threading her fingers through his. “But we’ll figure it out, right? We’ve already talked about how we’ll stay in touch—texts, FaceTimes, maybe we can plan some visits or something—”
“It’s not that,” Glen interrupted, his voice quiet but firm.
She frowned, sitting up slightly so she could look at him more closely. “Then what is it?”
He propped himself up on his elbow, his free hand running through his hair in a gesture that told her just how much this was weighing on him. “It’s just... I know what I signed up for with you, Gabby. But sometimes I wonder if you knew what you signed up for with me. I wonder if you’d be better off with someone... I don’t know... someone more normal.”
Gabby blinked, stunned into silence for a moment. “Normal?” she echoed, her tone disbelieving. "Better off? What are you talking about, Glen?"
“Yeah,” he said, his gaze dropping to the space between them. “What if you'd be better off with someone who has a normal job and a normal life. Someone who doesn’t have to be gone all the time for work. Someone who isn’t constantly in the spotlight. Someone who can give you the kind of stability you deserve.”
“Don’t do that,” she said firmly, her voice cutting through the heavy air between them. She reached out, cupping his face in her hands and forcing him to meet her eyes. “Don’t start giving me an out before we’ve even had a chance to face this. I’m here because I want to be here. I know your life isn’t normal, Glen. I knew that when I met you. I know it comes with challenges, but I’m not scared of them. You’re worth it, okay?”
His eyes softened, and his hand came up to cover hers, holding it against his cheek. “You say that now,” he murmured. “But I just... I don’t ever want to make you feel like you’re settling, or like you’re giving things up to be with me.”
Gabby’s expression softened as she leaned closer, her forehead resting against his. “I’m not settling with you, Glen. You’re giving me something I didn’t think I’d find again—something real.” She paused, her forehead gently resting against his. “For so long, I told myself I’d never let anyone in like this again. It wasn’t worth the risk of being hurt. But you... you’ve made me believe in relationships again, in us. That’s not settling.”
“Gabby...” he started, but she pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him.
“I don’t want ‘normal,’” she continued, her voice steady as her hands slipped down to his chest. “I want you. I don’t care what your job is, what your crazy schedule is like, the spotlight that’s on you all the time. I don’t care about any of that stuff. I care about you.”
Glen stared at her for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he reached up and covered her hands with his, pulling them away from his face just enough so he could press a kiss to her knuckles. 
“You’re something else, you know that?” he said, his voice thick with emotion.
Gabby smiled, the tension in her chest easing slightly. “You knew what you were signing up for,” she teased gently, echoing the words he’d said to her earlier.
He chuckled, the sound low and warm, and tugged her back down into his arms. “Guess I did,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her forehead.
They lay there in silence for a while, the only sound the faint rustle of the sheets as he held her close. Gabby felt his grip tighten slightly, as though he was trying to memorize the feel of her in his arms before the world pulled them apart again.
“You’re stuck with me, Glen,” she said softly.
He smiled against her hair, his heart swelling at her words. “Good,” he whispered. “Because I don’t want it any other way.”
A silence fell between them that felt comfortable, the earlier tension eased by Gabby’s words. Her fingers absently traced patterns over the soft cotton of his shirt. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her ear was soothing, grounding her in the moment.
For Glen, though, the stillness wasn’t quite the same. His gaze was fixed on the ceiling, but his thoughts were entirely on the woman in his arms. How had he gotten so lucky? How had someone like her walked into his life? And how was he supposed to let her go tomorrow, even for just a little while?
“Gabby,” he said softly, his voice cutting through the quiet.
She stirred against him, lifting her head just enough to meet his gaze. “Hmm?”
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he just looked at her, taking in every detail—the gentle slope of her nose, the curve of her lips, the way her eyes seemed to hold a thousand emotions all at once. A slow smile spread across his face, one that made her own lips twitch upward in response.
“What?” she asked, her voice light but tinged with curiosity.
Glen reached up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before letting his hand linger against her cheek. “I love you,” he said simply, his voice steady but full of meaning.
Gabby’s heart skipped a beat, her smile growing as warmth spread through her chest. “I love you too,” she replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper but no less sincere.
The way she said it—without hesitation, without fear—made Glen’s chest tighten in the best possible way. He watched as she leaned up, her hand resting lightly on his shoulder for balance as she pressed her lips to his.
When they finally broke apart, both were breathing hard, their foreheads pressed together as they tried to steady themselves. Gabby’s eyes fluttered open, meeting Glen’s, and the intensity in his gaze made her stomach flip.
“I’m going to miss you,” she murmured, her voice soft but laced with emotion.
Glen’s thumb brushed over her cheek, his touch lingering as he studied her like he was trying to commit every detail of her face to memory. “You don’t even know,” he replied, his voice low and rough.
* * * *
The morning sun streamed through the truck’s windows as Glen navigated the road toward the airport. The drive was quieter than their usual conversations, the air heavy with unspoken emotions. Gabby sat beside him, her head resting against the window, her fingers laced tightly with his on the center console.
Glen glanced over at her, his chest tightening at the sight of her subdued expression. Gabby was rarely this quiet. Normally, she’d be teasing him about his music choices or recounting some random story from her day, but today… she seemed lost in her thoughts.
“Hey,” he said softly, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “You okay?”
She turned to him, offering a small smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Yeah. Just… thinking.”
“About?”
She shrugged, her thumb idly brushing against his knuckles. “Everything. You leaving. The next few months.” Her voice wavered slightly, and she looked out the window again, blinking rapidly.
Glen’s grip on her hand tightened, his jaw clenching as he forced himself to focus on the road. He hated seeing her like this, knowing there was only so much he could do to ease her worries. But he’d be damned if he didn’t try.
“Listen,” he began, his voice steady but soft. “I know this isn’t going to be easy. For either of us. But I need you to remember that we’re still in this together, okay?
Gabby turned back to him, her green eyes shining with unshed tears. “I know.”
He nodded, his throat tightening. “It’s like you said yesterday, we’ll make it work. We can call, text, Facetime. Hell, I’ll send you a hundred cheesy memes a day if that’s what it takes to make you laugh.”
A small laugh escaped her, breaking through the tension in her chest. “You already do that.”
“Good,” he said with a grin. “Then I’m just gonna keep doing what I do best.”
Her smile grew, and for a moment, the weight in the air seemed to lift. Glen glanced at her again, his gaze lingering as he tried to memorize the way the sunlight caught her hair, the way her lips curved even when she was trying to hold back a smile.
“You know,” he continued, his tone softening, “it’s okay to be upset about this. I don’t want you to feel like you have to be strong all the time, Gabby. I want you to talk to me about how you're feeling. I know this is hard."
Gabby’s fingers tightened around his as she nodded. “I just… hate the idea of you being so far away.”
“I hate it too,” Glen admitted, his voice thick with emotion. “But I’m coming back to you. Don’t ever doubt that.”
She didn’t respond, but the way her hand stayed firmly in his spoke volumes.
Glen pulled his truck up to the Southwest gate, the rumble of the engine quieting as he shifted into park. Gabby opened her door, stepping out into the cool morning air, the smell of jet fuel faint in the distance. For a moment, she stood there, her gaze fixed on the busy airport entrance ahead of her, the weight of reality pressing down harder than it had all week.
Glen climbed out and walked around to the back of the truck, pulling her suitcase out of the bed. The sound of the bag’s wheels hitting the pavement snapped Gabby out of her thoughts, and she turned to watch him.
As he set her suitcase down beside her, it hit her all at once. Sixty-five days. Nine weeks and two days. That’s how long it would be until she saw him again. It sounded so manageable when they talked about it before, but now, standing here, staring at the terminal that would take her away from him, it felt impossibly long.
Glen stepped closer to her, noticing the way her eyes had glossed over with unshed tears. 
“Hey,” he said softly, his voice steady but warm. “It won’t always be like this.”
Gabby nodded, but the lump in her throat made it impossible to respond. She glanced at the planes lined up along the runway, her gaze landing on the 737 she assumed was hers. It sat there like a cruel, unmoving promise, ready to take her thousands of miles away, away from Glen, away from the warmth of his arms. But the 2,175 miles that was going to be separating them for the next two months may as well be a million miles apart, because that’s what it felt like in her heart.
“Come here,” he said, closing the distance between them. He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing gently over her cheeks. “Give me one last kiss before you go.”
Her breath hitched, but she leaned up on her toes, her lips meeting his in a kiss that was sweet, slow, and filled with everything they couldn’t put into words. Glen’s hands slid down to her waist, holding her as if he could memorize the way she felt against him in these fleeting moments.
As their lips parted, Gabby’s eyes fluttered open, the tears she’d been holding back finally spilling over. She hadn’t even noticed them pooling, but now they were streaming freely, hot and unrelenting. Glen saw the first tear roll down her cheek, and it nearly shattered him.
“Gabs,” he whispered the nickname he'd given her, his voice breaking just slightly.
He pulled her into his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around her. One hand cradled the back of her head, holding it gently to his chest as he rested his chin on her hair. She clung to him, her fingers fisting in the fabric of his shirt as if she could keep him here, just like this, for a little longer.
“It’s gonna be okay, I promise. We’re gonna get through this,” he murmured, his lips pressing a tender kiss to the crown of her head.
Gabby nodded against him, her breaths coming in uneven gasps as she tried to rein in her emotions. Glen held her until she stilled, his hand rubbing slow circles on her back.
Finally, he leaned back, just enough to look at her. His own eyes were glassy now, but he managed a small, reassuring smile. 
“You should probably get going,” he said gently, his voice thick with reluctance.
Gabby wiped at her cheeks, nodding as she stepped back. But before she could reach for her suitcase, Glen leaned in one last time, capturing her lips in a lingering goodbye kiss. This one was different—filled with longing, with love, with the quiet ache of goodbye.
When they pulled apart, Gabby’s heart felt heavier than ever, but she reached for her suitcase, her fingers brushing against the handle.
“Text me as soon as you land, okay?” Glen said, his voice steady again, though the slight crack at the end gave him away.
“I will,” she promised, her voice trembling as she met his gaze.
“I love you,” he said, the words both an anchor and a plea.
“I love you too,” she whispered back, her voice barely audible over the bustle of the airport around them.
He stood there as she turned toward the entrance, his hands stuffed deep in his pockets to keep from reaching for her again. She glanced back once, her lips pressed into a wobbly smile, before disappearing into the crowd.
Glen stayed rooted to the spot, watching until he couldn’t see her anymore. The ache in his chest was sharp, almost unbearable, but he refused to move, as if staying there just a little longer might make the distance feel less real.
Finally, with a heavy sigh, he climbed back into his truck. As he pulled away from the curb, he glanced at the terminal one last time, silently willing the next sixty-five days to pass a little faster.
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hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf · 3 months ago
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Kinktober Day 29: Aftercare with Chan
Trigger warnings:
Content warnings: mentions of overstimulation...that's about it, it's all actually really soft
Summary: Your doting boyfriend wants to take care of you after absolutely ruining you.
Word count: 0.8k
A/N: hi all 🥰 after much consideration, i’ve decided to repost my kinktober 2022 stories. i had a great time writing these a couple years ago and want to share them again now that it’s been a while and i’ve had time to fall in love with them again. i hope you all enjoy! and by all means, feel free to send a message or comment here if you’d like to be part of the new tag list!
Tags: @bahng-chrizz
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“You can take one more for me, baby.” He urged, coaching you as yet another orgasm barreled towards you. You’d been at it for what felt like hours and you were certain you’d be extremely sore tomorrow. You couldn’t wait.
“Please- I’m so close-” You sobbed, tugging against the restraints. He had you tied to the bedposts and was currently rearranging your insides as you laid helpless beneath him.
“That’s right. Let go for me, baby. Show me how good you can be.” He cooed breathlessly as his own orgasm threatened to take over.
His coaching was the last straw and you found yourself bowing up off the bed as you came undone for what you hoped would be the final time tonight. You couldn’t take any more. You sobbed as you moaned his name, the pleasure overwhelming. Molten pleasure filled your veins as he too let go and came deep inside you, grunting your name as his orgasm took over.
He kept thrusting into you until both of you were left with only the aftershocks of pleasure, then his hips came to a halt and he began to shower you in kisses. “You did so well for me, angel. Such a good girl for me.” He praised, wiping your tears away with his thumbs. “Shh, I'm right here, baby. I’ve got you.” He cooed when your tears showed no signs of stopping.
He quickly untied you and pulled you into his chest, rubbing your back and playing with your hair to sooth you. You clung to him like a lifeline as you began to calm down, sniffles and hiccups becoming few and far between. “That’s right, sweetheart. I’m right here.” He whispered and kissed your temple.
Once you were calm and just clinging to him, allowing him to sooth you with soft touches, he pulled back a bit. “How about a bath for my sweet girl?” He suggested with a soft smile. You nodded instantly and he gently released you just long enough to get up from the bed. Then you were back in his arms and he was carrying you towards the bathroom.
You didn’t speak as he placed you on the cool counter, watching as he began to draw a bath. He looked gorgeous like this, caring for you. You loved when he was like this. Loved the way he doted on you.
You watched closely and he dropped your favorite bath bomb into the tub as it filled and bit your lip to suppress a tiny smile. He caught you though and smiled as he stepped between your legs. “You okay, pretty?” You nodded and leaned into his touch as he cupped your cheek. “You handled it so well. You deserve to be rewarded.” He said softly as he leaned in and kissed your forehead.
You finally smiled and nodded at his words, loving the way he was doting on you. He always took such good care of you, especially after an extreme session like that.
You watched as he stepped away and turned the water off before allowing him to scoop you up and gently deposit you in the tub. You took a moment to appreciate the way the water swirled around you, the bath bomb leaving a pearlescent sheen to the purple water. Then he stepped into the tub behind you and you immediately leaned back against his chest once he was settled.
“You’re so good, baby. So sweet and soft.” He praised with a smile as he wrapped his arms around you. He pressed a kiss to your cheek and let his hands pass over your stomach soothingly. “My perfect girl. Can I wash your hair for you?”
You nodded immediately and he quickly grabbed your shampoo. He wet your hair then squeezed a healthy amount of shampoo into his palm. After lathering just a bit, he began to gently massage your scalp, the scent of the suds filling the air around you.
You felt yourself relaxing under his touch and smiled softly as he pampered you. “Thank you…” you finally spoke, glancing over your shoulder at him. “For all of it.”
“Of course, sweetheart. You know how much I love taking care of you.” He grinned and kissed your cheek before grabbing the shower head and cutting it on. “Look up for me.” And then he began to rinse your hair, his fingers still massaging your scalp.
He cut the water off after he was done and then his hands began to roam, grabbing a washcloth and gently scrubbing the mess from your body. You let out a soft sigh and leaned further into him, spreading your legs when he moved to carefully clean you up. You loved the care he took with you and the way he made sure every inch of you was perfectly cleaned before he hung the washcloth to dry a bit on the side of the tub.
“Let’s soak a bit, hmm? Then we’ll rinse off and go to bed.” You nodded at his words and settled even closer to him as he wrapped his arms around you. “Hey princess?” You looked up at him. “I love you.” He whispered and pecked your lips.
You smiled softly at his words and pulled him back in for another kiss. “I love you too, Channie.”
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catscidr · 11 months ago
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Hallo... can I get some fluff for akademiya dottore where he, fem!reader, and a couple others are on an expedition and eventually dottore finds himself falling for reader cuz they share like all the same interests... 😊 eventually he confesses to reader and reader accepts happily. smiles :)
i. note — if akademiya dottore has ten lovers, i am one of them. if akademiya dottore has one lover, that's me. if akademiya dottore has zero lovers, i am dead. (๑•̀ㅂ•́)ง✧ also i meant to finish this like a week ago but shit happened n then i was bleeding in yamcha pose™ in my bed........ My Apologies ii. includes — akademiya era dottore (zandik), fem!reader and a very special friend :) iii. warnings — nothing but friendly banter and tooth rotting fluff amen. also not proofread we die like [redacted] iv. wc — 3,2k -> also on ao3 if u prefer to read fics there
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You wish you had slammed your door shut the second you saw who was on the other side earlier today. Instead of having a relaxing, free day, you were out on a hike with people whom you were acquainted with at best and with one of the biggest enigmas in the Akademiya, Zandik. If it wasn’t for your curiosity and deep yearning for an answer as to why he sought you out specifically to go out on an expedition, you wouldn’t have accepted— but alas. Here you were, sweating your body mass away in the humid, sticky weather of Sumeru. 
The group only got to the other side of the bridge leading out of the city, right after passing through an old tree trunk serving as a makeshift overpass, when you had to take a break. It wasn’t your fault you weren’t used to walking for long periods of time; being a Rtawahist student meant you didn’t need to go outside of the city as much as other darshans. You weren’t the only one that held that sentiment though, so you all (thankfully) took a brief moment of respite before heading on. 
You’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t enjoy the scenery at least a little bit. Even though your arm was starting to get sore from shielding your eyes from the bright sun, the flora almost made it worth it. The air felt crisp on your skin and in your lungs, the distant sound of a flowing waterfall was washing away the tension in your shoulders, and you started to think that maybe you should spend more time outside. Watching the water near the mystic domain in the area of Chatrakam Cave, you start to ponder if it would be worth it to go for a dip to cool off while everyone else discusses where to go next... 
“Hey.” 
An impatient voice rips a yelp out of you, pulling you right out of your daydreams. Minty hair obscures the sun, giving your arm a much-appreciated break from shielding your eyes. “We have places to be, you know. Are you ready to go or do I have to leave you out here for eremites to rob you?” 
Blinking away the initial shock, you scoff at your schoolmate’s bluntness and drag yourself up to your feet. “And you wonder why you don’t have any friends,” you huff under your breath, patting away any dirt that had stuck to your uniform. Zandik rolls his eyes and frowns, sharp canines looking more akin to a puppy’s maw than a shark’s. “I don’t wonder why I don’t have any friends, mind you. I already know why I don’t have any,” he retorts, turning away from you to walk away. You grumble ‘sure you do’ quietly under your breath before catching up to him, glancing at the others in your group. “Guys, wait for us!” 
You watch them begin to walk along the left side of the intersection and go to follow them before the aforementioned boy grabs your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. “Where do you think you’re going? You’re supposed to follow me. Or did you forget who invited you in the first place?” Yeesh, talk about a short fuse. Being (mostly) used to his sharp remarks, you manage to push down the urge to bite the bait he had laid out for you. “I mean, it’s not like you told me where we would be going or why I’m here. Besides, aren’t we supposed to stay grouped up? Professors have always warned us about Rishboland Tigers roaming outside the-” Zandik cut you off by tugging you towards him, away from the group of students. 
“The stuff I need is over this way,” he said quietly. Irritation seeped through his pores, though for what reason you didn’t know. Wriggling your wrist out of his (lax) grip, you pick up your pace just enough to catch up to his long legs. The cliff to your left provided some nice shade, but the more he led the way the more he picked up the pace. You didn’t even have time to ask about your schoolmates— though it seemed like they were fine with you two splitting up from the group, anyways. 
“Stop going so fast! Hey- what's up with you all of the sudden?!” 
You place a hand on his shoulder in a poor attempt to stop his run for answers. Zandik shushes you with a harsh glare and his index to his mouth, earning himself a baffled expression from you. “What is your problem today?” you hiss, voice quieter than before. Too busy glaring holes into the back of his head, you fail to see the focused and starry eyes your friend had as he looked ahead. He stops walking abruptly, making you bump into him with an elegant ow fuck! Your face had met his nape, minty hair tickling your forehead as you step back to rub the ache away from your nose. 
“I don’t feel like playing charades, Zandik. Seriously, what’s up with y-” he hushes you with a hand motion, frustration boiling in your gut. Ready to give him a piece of your mind, you step to the side to stand next to him; what you didn’t expect to see a few feet in front of him were sentient mushrooms— fungi, hopping and playing around a cluster of ores. 
“...they look like matsutake,” you whisper, glancing at Zandik to catch a glimpse of his face. He crouches down and you follow suit, silently observing the fungi alongside him. There were three in total; they all seemed to be standing still, occasionally... wriggling in place, a dim green light emanating from their thick stems. “Are they feeding on the iron?” you murmur, dumbfounded. Since when did mushrooms eat rocks? 
“They’re absorbing nutrients from the ground. It just so happens that there are an abundance of it around ore clusters,” Zandik explained, the lack of condescension in his tone puzzling you. “How do you know that? You’re not an Amurta student.” Though you couldn’t deny that seeing the fungi in their natural habitat was captivating, even if they were still just living mushrooms. 
The boy exhales sharply, “I don’t care for the fungi themselves. It’s because—” leaves rustle, making him pause his sentence to look around, checking if anyone was listening. When the coast is clear he continues, “they’re... related to ley lines.” You peel your gaze away from the sentient vegetables to look at your friend with a look that clearly displayed your confusion. As the cogs turned in your brain though, you start to piece things together and come up to your own hypothesis about his claim. 
“That makes... sense. They’re part of the forest, so it would make sense if they were extensions of ley lines since they’re kind of like roots...” you mutter your train of thoughts out loud, grabbing a stray stick to draw on the ground. Your sketch was... lackluster, but it got the point across. “Trees are rooted to the ground, and mushrooms grow on trees or around them—” you point at the messy “drawing” of a fungi you just made, “but if they gain some elemental energy from nearby ley lines, then they’ll become sentient!” 
As you exclaim your new discovery, your eyes meet Zandik’s carmine ones— and your face flushes once you realize he had been staring at you this whole time. A choked noise of surprise rips itself out of your throat, the noise startling the fungi nearby, making them scurry away further along the dirt path. He smacks your head, “I told you to be quiet!” 
You don’t have time to protest because a horde of fungi run up to you— so many of them that you couldn’t even take the time to count. A string of curses fly out of Zandik’s mouth, and as he scrambles to get up, he grabs your wrist, pulling you up to your feet to run. “They look harmless, but they can seriously injure you if they’re in a group— book it!” he shouts, jumping up on a moss-covered rock, climbing up on the hill going around the path blocked off by the fungi. He helps you up quickly and you both make a dash for it, in the hopes that they’ll stop coming after you. 
You’re grateful that the sun had started to set before you and Zandik got ambushed, at the very least. The sky had turned a beautiful shade of indigo, orange and pink dotting the horizon and the clouds above. Without the sun sapping away at your energy you were able to get away scot-free and enjoy a breathtaking sunset; you hadn’t even noticed that Zandik was leading you somewhere, too engrossed in the familiar sight of the sky you had gazed into so many times. 
“Look over there,” he places a hand on your shoulder to grab your attention and you look as he points to a small group of fungi. Their shape looked more like drills than mushrooms, and they definitely lacked the “natural” camouflage that their other skin had, since they were white and periwinkle, and not dirt brown. A quiet woah leaves you as you look at them, brain working overtime once again. Zandik walks with you, slowly, away from the fungi before you can get attacked again. 
You begin to ramble about your theories to Zandik when you’re both far enough from the living vegetables, making grand, expressive gestures with your hands to emphasize your thoughts. The sound of your shoes crunching the grass beneath your feet, crickets chirping and the gentle evening breeze rustling the verdure around sound distant compared to the sound of your voice enthusiastically talking about the creatures you encountered. He absentmindedly scolds himself, wishing he had dragged you out of your dorm room earlier. 
“Nara Zandik!” a voice says from behind him. 
“Fucking Archons-” his head whips around to gawk at the culprit; a small, cyan colored mushroom creature. Completely oblivious to the newcomer, you halt your steps to look at Zandik’s mortified expression. “Why’d you stop?” 
The boy’s attention is torn between you and Ararycan, head spinning. Based on your reaction (or lack thereof), you couldn’t see it; which brought up the question. Should he tell you the truth— that there’s currently a “friendly” sentient mushroom right beside you, or should he lie through his teeth and say- 
“N-Nothing. Just keep going, I’ll catch up. I have, uh... a stomachache.” 
Zandik has never been a good liar, but deciding to spare him the embarrassment, you nod. “Alright. Shout if you need me!” You walk off, looking over the hill to admire the large trees below, more akin to giant lotus plant leaves than actual trees. Your form retreats far enough that Zandik’s sure you won’t hear him if he whispers. 
He looks down at the aranara, panicked red eyes meeting oblivious, beady black orbs and a smile that never faltered. “Why did you show up now?” Ararycan dismissed the harsh tone in which the boy spoke (or didn’t understand it); it didn’t care either way. The creature brimmed with optimism. “Nara Zandik should say what’s on his mind!” it says, little arms waving up and down. “The forest is happy, iron chunks are asleep, and the sky is bright! Why is Nara Zandik scared?” 
His brows furrow, lips curling into a pout as he murmurs, “I’m not scared.” The aranara blinks at him, still smiling- waiting. “I’m not,” he repeats, “it’s just... argh, what do I do? Why is my head so...” “Fuzzy?” Ararycan finishes, tilting its bulbous head to the side, the leaves on its head flopping over. Zandik grumbles, hands coming up to cover his face 
“Is the strange Nara nice?” it asks curiously, turning to look at your figure sitting on the hill a few meters away. You lean over carefully, observing the signs of life below; lanterns made from sticks and leaves, dirt paths separating in a multitude of directions and a small, round house with large leaves serving as a roof. Why you had never seen anything like this was a mystery to you, but you figured you’d just pester Zandik about it later since he was the one to bring you here. 
Zandik looks back down at his friend, his expression having softened from just a few moments ago. “Yeah. That’s why I’m being... stupid. What do I say?” 
Ararycan uses its tiny legs to turn back to look at the flustered boy, black eyes focused on scanning his face. “Talk to her about the sky!” it finally says enthusiastically, walking away before the boy can get a word in. “Hey-!” Little noises echo in the same rhythm as its footsteps, but right as Zandik turns around to ask something, the creature jumps up and disappears into the ground. A frustrated groan leaves Zandik’s gritted teeth, having resigned himself to the “advice” the aranara gave him. 
You hear light footsteps behind you, drowning out the noise of your thoughts as you look back to see Zandik grimacing at you. Or not— his eyes weren’t focused on you, but you happened to be in his line of sight, which made it look like he was judging you heavily. Giggling at him, you pat the grass next to you and shuffle away to give him some space. 
“Feeling better?” He remembers the excuse he gave you and cringes internally as he sits down, body stiff and awkward. “Yeah. Sure. Listen, uh...” Zandik trails off, losing his words. He sheepishly fiddles with the scarf draped over his shoulders, ears reddening the longer he stalls. You nudge his side with your elbow, “Did your stomachache affect your cognitive functions or something?” 
The comment slides off of him as if it were water and he was made up of extra virgin olive oil. What did Ararycan say? Talk about the sky... 
“Hey, can’t you see the stars clearly from here?” he manages to say, glancing up to look at the streaks of white in the welkin. You follow suit, mouth agape when you realize that you can, and the sky is so clear that you can see smudges of different colors in the sky. The navy backdrop was covered in soft shades of purple and blue, stars glistening so softly it was as if someone had gently and strategically placed them there. 
“Woah...” you whisper, your eyes sparkling just as brightly as the constellations. You point out the ones you recognize, eager to talk about your field of expertise. "This one right there is called Leptailurus Cervarius, it looks like a cat!” He leans over to look at where you pointed at and there it was, a small cluster of six stars. He couldn’t say that he saw the cat you spoke of, but he didn’t want to bum you out either. 
“It looks like it’s jumping,” he mutters. You turn to face him with a smile on your face, one that rivaled the brightness of the stars above your heads. He thought his heart would jump out of his chest and into your lap— but even then, he didn’t particularly mind if it did. “It is!” You nod quickly, pointing out more constellations with names he wasn’t even sure he would remember the next day. But he wanted to know more, to listen to you talk about the galaxy so much that he could be a Rtawahist student, too. 
You soon begin to grow drowsy, having spent most of your energy talking Zandik’s ear off (not to mention the sprint from earlier). As you wobble, struggling to hold yourself up, Zandik gently takes ahold of your head and places it on his shoulder. The fabric of his uniform felt comfortable, earning him a small smile from you. His mind drifts away for a moment— his heart clenched in his chest as he thought back to all the time he spent with you. 
From your roaring arguments about trivial matters to info dumping on each other, Zandik couldn’t help but wish you’d make more memories with him. Maybe it was selfish, but he didn’t like picturing someone else leaning their shoulder for you to doze off on. If he could be your pillow forever, he would take up the job in a heartbeat. 
...What? 
You jolt awake, surprised by Zandik’s sudden movement. He straightened his back, clearing his throat awkwardly. Thankfully there were any creatures around, or else you two would have gotten mauled already. 
“We should get back.” The suggestion draws a groan out of you as you stretch your arms over your head, flopping back onto the grass. It was slightly cold and soft enough to relax your limbs once again, sleep pawing at you desperately, “It’s nice here though.” 
Zandik pushes away whatever indecent thought had begun to brew in his head from seeing you laid on your back next to him. He carefully grabs the hem of your skirt and brings it down to cover your legs as he speaks, “You’ll catch a cold. Come on, we have to go.” 
You blow a raspberry at him, turning away. “Maybe you will but I won’t. I’m strong, I can easily fight off a measly cold,” and you flex an arm to prove your point. It doesn’t convince him in the slightest, and he pulls you up to your feet with him. You decide not to point out the way he struggled ever so slightly— he definitely wasn’t hiding any beefy muscles under his uniform. 
“Okay fine we’re going,” you huff while dusting off your skirt, “but you owe me!” 
“Owe you what? I’m not the bad guy here.” 
“Uh... a drink. You’re paying for my caffeine next time we go out,” you say, and Zandik rolls his eyes. Very typical of an Akademiya student. 
“Fine. It’s a date.” 
You nod quickly, eager to get a tasty drink and to save a handful of mora the next time you go out. Of course it’s not like drinks were that expensive in Sumeru, but it feels nice to be treated every once in a while- 
“A date?!” 
Some birds fly away in fear from the sheer shock your voice carried out. You gape at Zandik, cheeks flushed brightly and eyes wide like saucers. “Yeah. A date,” he repeats nonchalantly, a stark contrast from the way he was acting just shy of an hour ago. Gone was the nervous wreck that was Zandik. 
“If you don’t want a free drink, you can always refuse,” he teases, nudging you with his elbow in the same way you did with him when you were sitting on the hill overseeing the lotus leaf trees. You scoff, then shake your head, and scoff again in pure disbelief. You were stunned; dumbfounded, even. But the idea of a date didn’t sound as unappealing as you made it out to be. 
You glance away from him and mumble your answer. “What was that? I didn’t hear y-” 
“Fine, it’s a date!” 
He looks at you with a boyish grin, making your heart skip a beat. Was he always this handsome? The moonlight made his hair look ethereal, glowing almost pure white where the light shone directly on it. And his eyes— they looked irresistible. Crimson red orbs appearing to have more of a pink hue to them, though you weren’t sure if that was just your imagination. 
Zandik grabs ahold of your hand and matches his steps with yours as you make your way down the hill, back to where you found the familiar dirt path you had walked on when the sun still shone brightly in the sky. As you get closer to flat ground you notice a small horde of mushroom-shaped... mushrooms, and get hit by a wave of déjà-vu. Although asleep, the fungi were blocking the path back. 
“...How are we supposed to get back?” 
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