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luveline · 1 year ago

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How about Steve with a reader who already has a kid? Like they're in their twenties and she has maybe 2 or 3 year old. Her ex isn't in the picture so it's just her. Maybe the fic is Steve finally getting to meet readers son/ daughter. Maybe she has to leave their date earlier due to a babysitter problem and Steve just comes along with her and they spend the night together.

ty for requesting <3 mom!reader, 2k

“Try not to show fear,” you’re saying, your hand pulled tight against his. He savours the softness of it even as the concrete steps to your house force you apart.

“I’m not scared.”

“I’m just saying, Steve. Toddlers know when you’re scared.”

“But I’m not scared.” Steve has handled worse than toddlers. If your kid is anything like you, this will be a walk in the park.

You grin at him and give him one of your cute shrugs, though shyness he recognises from your first date stiffens your shoulders again as you open your front door.

Your home is small. The first thing he notices is the cramped space walking in, the tight stairs, but the second thing he notices is the amount of life, photographs that deck the walls and colour everywhere, clothes folded and waiting to be taken upstairs, little shoes in a stand by an open bathroom door.

“Melanie?” you call. “You okay?”

Melanie appears in the door with a huge watery frown, who Steve assumes to be your young son smiling on her hip, unperturbed. “I’m so sorry.”

She’d been incoherent on the phone, though eventually squeezed out that it was nothing wrong with Noah. Melanie’s boyfriend appears to have broken up with her over the phone.

You scoop Noah off of his babysitter's hip, holding him with far more ease. He drops his face with affection to the curve of your bare shoulder. It’s a shame you and Steve had to come home —you’re wearing the nicest dress he’s ever seen. But not a shame, because Steve’s excited to meet the baby.

You could’ve sent him home. He assumes this means some level of trust and, better, permanency. If all goes well, he might be able to ask you to go steady soon. He’d love to do it tonight.

“Don’t worry, Melanie, you can’t help it if something bad happens, can you? I’m really sorry about your boyfriend. Do you need me to drive you home?”

Melanie sniffles miserably. “No, that’s okay, I can drive. I’m sorry.”

You rub her arm. “It’s okay, really. We were just gonna have dinner and head home.”

Steve internalises his reaction to that tidbit well. Melanie gives him a sad smile and passes by, her shoes heavy and smacking as she leaves with a mumbled farewell.

“She’s a little emotional,” you say sympathetically, before turning your attention to the sleepy kid on your shoulder. “Sorry, Noah, guess you’re stuck with mommy and her new friend. Do you want to say hi?”

Noah lifts his head, following your hand where you point at Steve, a smile like yours on his lips.

Steve genuinely isn’t scared of kids, he loves them, and he loves talking to them. “Hi, buddy. It’s nice to meet you.”

You hum appreciatively. “Go on, say hi to Steve.”

“Hi,” Noah says quietly.

Your voice is different around the baby, not any less pretty but softer, and quieter. It has Steve lowering his own voice in an attempt to mimic you. “Hi, bud.”

“He’s my new best friend,” you explain, ushering Steve closer, your hand touching gently to his shoulder.

Noah’s even more your image now he’s closer, all your eyes and smile and brightness, but he’s got someone else’s nose, and he’s got a bad case of yawns. You laugh at his scrunched nose, wiping your thumb lightly over his bottom lip. “You want to go to bed, sweet boy?” you ask.

“No… buppy.”

“You want your buppy. Okay, I’ll get it for you.” You pull your arm through Steve’s. “Let’s go.”

He laughs and goes happily. Your kitchen is empty compared to the hallway, it’s surprising, but then you open a cabinet for the aforementioned bubby and a couple of things come tumbling out. “Whoops,” you say, popping Noah down on the floor. “Can you put those away for me, please? Thank you.”

Noah tries his best, but everything he puts in comes tumbling back out, earning a few high-pitched giggles. You crack the fridge open for a pint of cows milk.

“He doesn’t have formula?”

“No, you can give them whole milk after a year, but he doesn’t really need it anymore, it’s just to help him self-soothe at nighttime.”

“Mom, I can’t do it,” Noah laughs. Steve thinks that great, that laughing. He could’ve had a tantrum (Steve wouldn’t blame him).

Steve crouches down. “Can I help?”

Noah gives Steve a smile, eyes squinting nearly entirely shut. “Yes.”

“Okay, awesome. Looks like your mom needs more cabinets for all your stuff.” He starts to pick up the pieces.

“I need a whole new house,” you say, filling the bottle about three quarters before sticking it in your microwave uncapped. You set the timer for fifteen seconds and prop your chin in your hand, elbow on the counter. Steve thinks it’s your best angle yet, your dress, your arms, the friendly smile you’re wearing that hasn’t once ebbed since the first date. It all gets his chest in a twist.

He knows getting your baby to like him is make or break. And he really wants to give this a shot, you and him, you and Noah. He thinks you’d be good together. (Maybe he’s crazy and too forward, but you really are beautiful in your dress.)

“How’s that?” he asks, closing the cabinet behind a tower of bottles and baby bowls.

“Perfect! Good job, baby,” Noah says, tapping Steve on the knee.

Steve snorts. “Thank you.”

“He’s going through a phase of saying everything I say,” you explain, yanking open the microwave to test the milk on the back of your hand.

You deem the milk sufficiently warmed and offer Noah your hand, swiping a takeout menu from the fridge as you pass, and once again grabbing Steve by the arm to drag him along. He’s content to be dragged. You lead everyone into the living room, and he’s again surprised by how small it is.

You catch his look. “Are you judging me, Harrington?”

“What? No? Of course not.”

“Messing with you. There’s an extension out back, on the kitchen? That’s where I keep the rest of the toys.” You drop down onto the couch with a sigh. “Come here, babe, come cuddle with mommy.”

If Noah weren’t in earshot, Steve would make a joke about how he hopes you aren’t talking to him. It’s probably a good thing he doesn’t.

You lay back and Noah climbs up onto one side of you, his hands out ready for his bottle, while your arm stretches out for Steve. “Come ‘n’ sit.”

Steve sits knee to knee with you. He’s not scared of kids, and he isn’t scared of you, either. He knows exactly what he wants, and he isn’t afraid to let you know it, taking your hand where it lies open on your thigh.

“What were you gonna get?” you ask, nodding to the takeout menu.

“I don’t know, I’ll have what you’re having,” Steve says.

“What if you don’t like what I’m having?”

“I’ll learn.”

You tip your chin up at him, beaming. “Yeah? What if I like something completely unamerican?”

“I gotta learn sometime, right?” He squeezes your fingers nicely.

“Well, my Noah likes everything.” You kiss Noah’s forehead, stealing his attention from his bottle, bright eyes tracing your face and then your hand where Steve is rubbing the back of it.

“Then he can have some of everything.”

You and Steve share a loving smile. Smiles smiles smiles, everybody’s getting on, this is the best sixth date anyone’s ever had, best date full stop, though your fifth date was a close second. You and Steve had spent hours together in a park in the city eating picnic foods and soaking in the sun together, your nose brushing off of his ribs, his jacket balled up under your head. He’d kissed you twice that night when you finally, sorrily had to go home, and you’d said, Aw, I really like you, as you held hands on the stoop. He should’ve asked you then to give it a proper go, but now he’s met Noah he figures it’s as good a time as any.

“Hey,” Steve begins, clearing his throat, “would you–”

“Woh!” Noah shouts around the teet of his bottle. It falls from his lips. “We wiw hands,” he garbles, a bunch of baby flavoured gibberish as he leans over your stomach to cover your hand where it’s held in Steve’s. “Mom!”

“What, babe?”

“My hand!”

“You’re not jealous, are you?” you ask with a laugh.

“Mom!” he says, slapping your hands insistently with his own.

Steve loosens your fingers, leaving a gap between your palms. “Quick, bud, put your hand in.”

Noah climbs onto your leg and presses his hand into the fold, though he grows annoyed at the weird fit, and immediately starts to sniffle. Steve winces, but you’re used to it. “Aw, don’t start the waterworks. Come on, what happened to sharing? We’re good sharers.”

Steve lets go of your hand. He’s reluctant, sure, but he doesn’t wanna be on anyone’s bad side. Noah cries for a few seconds like he’s forgotten why he’s upset, but he sees your open palm and the cog finishes turning.

“Hold mommy’s hand,” you say, wiggling your fingers.

Noah thinks about it. He ends up on his side across your leg staring at you, then at Steve, who smiles at him cheerfully. “He’s so handsome,” Steve says. “He has your face. Guess that’s why you’re so handsome, huh?” He shakes his head at Noah gently. “‘Cos you got all your good looks from your mommy.”

“He knows what that means,” you preen, leaning down to speak closer to Noah’s ear. “Don’t you? You’re my handsome boy.”

Noah puts his hand in Steve’s with another tinkling laugh.

“Oh! I see how it is, you wanna be Steve’s friend too. Can’t let me have anything for myself, can you?”

“No,” Noah says cheekily.

Steve collects Noah’s little hand in his. “Good!” he says. “You should get everything you want, just like mom.”

“Think so?” you ask.

Steve nods.

You cover Noah’s eyes with your hand and move up to press a quick kiss to Steve’s lips. “Like you?” you ask.

Steve’s just stoked to have someone he likes actually like him back at the same level. Noah squirms away from your hand to squeeze Steve’s tighter. Two someones.

“Like me,” he says, grinning.

“Mommy, kiss!” Noah says urgently. “Kiss!”

You pull your gaze from Steve’s. “Sorry, I’m sorry! Come here, baby, I’ll give you a kiss too. I guess I’m gonna be giving double the kisses I used to, my poor chapped lips.” You kiss kiss kiss Noah across the forehead.

Steve flusters thinking about it, making a mental note to get you some chapstick. He’d go pretty crazy for a crown of kisses like that.

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remxedmoon · 4 months ago

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(you worked yourself to death.)

yeah i wasn’t kidding when i said these would be coming soon. <- haha funny joke marshall. so!! remember when i said that this post would be coming out last weekend? guess whose tablet broke a few days after saying that! so sorry for the delay!! this is long overdue. here’s a link to the drive, as always! everything in this part of the update should be in the miscellaneous folder (outside of the menu icons, which are in the menu folder. wauaua).

unedited versions below the cut, plus some notes. fair warning 90% of this is just ui stuff lol

so! all of this was already done by the time i posted the enemies. the delay isn’t *entirely* because of the tablet issues, i just managed to get distracted by making: even more redraws! i’d say new update soon but after what happened last time i shouldn’t jinx myself. but! almost All of the art for the initial mod release is done!!!! exciting!!!!!!

please be nice to me (silly) this is my first time doing frame by frame animation in… give or take 5 years? i followed the original animations pretty closely, so they don’t look Awful but i am Aware of the jank. i’m not an animator!!! they’re Good Enough for my purposes.

hey did you know that the original teleport map is slightly off center. did you know that. that’s not the case for the redraw for the record but it did make things a little harder. despite that, i think you can tell i was having fun with the dormont part of the map. i would’ve put more detail into the house, but we never really get a more detailed look at it??? and i didn’t want to make assumptions. so that part’s just traced from the original 👍. anyways shoutout to the clocktower being Curved for whatever reason

outside of those, all of the added art is actually just spritework. i didn’t know this at first, but there’s a TON of copies of sprites from the icon set. Basically Everywhere. so those are added now! and should work properly! also added a few sprites that were Missing from my original batch. not going to put them all here, but a few Important ones (which i actually had to make new art for) are the rock paper scissors cheatsheet, the Larger versions of the craft signs (used in the calamité fight and. probably somewhere else idk), and the craft signs for the tutorial kid fight!

aaaand i think that’s it! for stuff from this update. yeah no there’s more coming buddy. my tablet already broke one time this week there’s no way it’s happening twice. i’m not working on portraits Just Yet (though the temptation has been There), but i’ve got the title screens, a few backgrounds, and the ending cgs done! along with a few other assorted cgs sketched out. because im out of my fucking mind. so, uh, see you soon!! enjoy!!

#marshdoodles #isat #in stars and time #huh. wait is this the first spoiler free update????#i should. prolly tag it anyways there are spoilers in the drive #isat spoilers #AGAIN SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG #my charging port on my ipad fucking Rusted #and apparently i’ve been using this thing so much that the pins in one side of the port are completely dshot #so! prolly gonna have to get a new one Soon but it still functions and that’s good enough for me #anyways!! the title screens are actually already in the drive. they’re just getting their own seperate post #also uh. as an aside. thank you guys again for all the support???#seeing people actually Mod my art into the game and make layouts genuinely made my day #what do you mean people like my art. thats insane to me #(also super sorry about the drive being so disorganized. i promise ill make a version that matches the ingame img folder eventually)#isat redraw project #<- I FORGOT TO TAG THIS. OOPS. KNEW I WAS FORGETTING SOMETHING.

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psychoticfemmm · 4 months ago

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over my shoulder

pairing: frat!jj maybank x reader

summary: At a wild frat party, you get frustrated with JJ for ignoring you while he hangs with his frat brothers.

The party was in full swing, music thumping loud enough to rattle the windows, red Solo cups everywhere. You weaved through the throng of people, trying to keep up with JJ as he stopped every five seconds to fist-bump someone, down a beer, or laugh obnoxiously at some inside joke with his frat brothers.

“JJ,” you tugged on his arm, leaning closer so he could hear you. “Can we just hang out for a bit? Alone?”

He grinned at you, but his eyes darted to the pong table across the room. “Just a sec, babe. Gotta crush Pete and Logan real quick. I’ll find you after, okay?”

Before you could respond, he was gone, swept up in the chaos of his fraternity’s party. You exhaled sharply, annoyance bubbling in your chest. Rolling your eyes, you spun around and headed toward your friend, Riley, who was standing near the kitchen.

“JJ ditch you for his bros again?” Riley teased, handing you a fresh drink.

“Shocker, right?” you muttered, taking a sip.

As the two of you talked, a guy wearing a sweatshirt with the logo of JJ’s rival frat strolled up to you, a cocky grin plastered across his face. “Hey, haven’t seen you around here before. You a Chi Alpha girl?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Nope. Just here for the beer pong champion who’s too busy to hang out with me.”

“Ah, classic Delta Nu. They’re always like that,” he said, leaning a little too close. “Maybe you need someone who actually pays attention to you.”

Before you could respond, you heard a familiar voice cut through the music. “Hey, buddy, back off.”

You turned to see JJ storming over, jaw tight and eyes blazing. He shoved the guy back a step, beer sloshing out of the guy’s cup.

“Seriously, JJ?” you snapped, folding your arms.

“He was hitting on you,” JJ said, glaring at the guy.

“Maybe if you weren’t too busy for me, I wouldn’t have to entertain myself!” you shot back.

The guy smirked, clearly enjoying the drama. “Looks like you’ve got some issues to work out, man.”

That was the wrong thing to say. JJ lunged at him, but a few of his brothers grabbed his arms, pulling him back. “Not worth it, bro,” one of them muttered.

JJ huffed, clearly still fuming. He turned back to you, and before you could protest, he grabbed you by the waist and threw you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing.

“JJ! Put me down!” you shouted, pounding your fists on his back.

“Nope. You’re coming with me,” he said, ignoring your protests as he carried you up the stairs to his room.

Once inside, he kicked the door shut and set you down on his bed. “Alright, princess, let’s talk.”

You crossed your arms, still fuming. “Talk? Now you want to talk?”

He stepped closer, his hands on either side of your hips. “I’m sorry, okay? I was being an idiot.”

“Yeah, you were,” you said, turning your head when he leaned in to kiss you.

JJ chuckled, clearly amused by your defiance. “Oh, you’re mad mad, huh?”

“Gee, what gave it away?” you deadpanned.

He cupped your face, forcing you to look at him. “I’m really sorry, babe. Let me make it up to you.”

“How?” you asked skeptically, raising an eyebrow.

His lips crashed into yours before you could say anything else. At first, you resisted, but his hand slid down to your waist, pulling you flush against him as his tongue grazed your bottom lip. You couldn’t help the soft gasp that escaped, and he took full advantage, deepening the kiss until your frustration began to melt.

When he pulled back, his lips brushed against your jaw as he murmured, “I’ve been a shitty boyfriend tonight, but let me show you how much I hate when you’re mad at me.”

You swallowed, your annoyance quickly giving way to something else entirely. “This better be good, JJ.”

He smirked, his voice low as he trailed kisses down your neck. “Oh, babe, you won’t be thinking about anyone else by the time I’m done.”

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angel-writes-skz-here · 15 days ago

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Bang Chan x AFAB! Reader Synopsis: Your sweet son, Hwan, is at the wrong place at the wrong time. Warnings: A little smut, oral (f. receiving) and a lot of fluff A/N: Thank you for the request! I sincerely hope you like it! I'm going to write more stories about these 3 because I'm lowkey in love with Dad! Chan now. Requests are OPEN!

You and Chris finally moved in together, Hwan was quickly adjusting to having his father around more and more, he wanted Chris to take him everywhere on the days he was off, play toy cars and dinosaurs and all the things.

The day came to an end at work and when you opened the door to your now shared apartment, the sight filled your heart with so much love.

Chan was on the floor on his hands and knees and Hwan was on his back playing ‘horsey’. Neither of them heard you come in and you shut the door quietly, listening at Christopher neighed and raised up, causing Hwan to squeal in excitement. Your smile only got wider as you could see how much more enriched your lives had all become. You really were a little family.

Chris turns around with Hwan balancing himself on his back and see’s you, his eyes grow wide before a cheeky smile plays on his face.

“Say buddy, you think Eomma wants a turn?” you blush at his innuendo and giggle.

“I’m good, you keep playing while I make dinner.”

“I want chicken nuggets!”

“You always want chicken nuggets,” you playfully tease your son as you run up to him picking him up and kissing his cheek. He bursts out into laughter and Chris raises up to his feet, rubbing his back.

“Oh don’t tell me you’re all ready old, Channie,” you tease. You offer him a wink and he smirks.

“I’ll show you who’s old later tonight,” he murmurs in your ear and you giggle swatting his chest. He kisses your lips, soft and deep. You sigh against him, a little lost in the moment before you hear Hwan get one of his robot toys and turn it on, breaking the sweet moment. You smile at each other as you look at him.

“I’ll make dinner,” he whispers as he takes your bag off your shoulder gently and sets it down in the kitchen. You step out of your heels and sigh as you sit down on the couch.

As Hwan requested, he got his chicken nuggets for dinner that night. The meal time is sweet, filled with conversations that your little one couldn’t help but be apart of.

“And then, appa took me to the park, we saw ducks!” he says excitedly.

“Oh my goodness! I wanna see ducks.” You say feigning jealousy.

“You have to go to the park,” your son informs you as if you didn’t know.

“I can’t see them anywhere else?”

“No,” he takes a bite and chews it absentmindedly. You two giggle at Hwan and finish the meal together.

The bedtime routine goes as usual. He wants both of you to tuck him in, but Chris to tell him a story.

“So the prince was a popular star, he ruled the kingdom but also the stage.” Hwan’s eyes sparkle at his father’s words.

“And he met his princess, his future Queen,” he glances at you before turning back to your son, “And she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. But a dragon came and kidnapped the princess, taking her away from the prince."

“No!” he says dramatically as he puts his hands on his little cheeks in shock.

“But the prince saved her by slaying the dragon, and kissing the princess telling her how much he loved her and he swore he’d never leave her again. That she would always be safe with him around.”

“Yay!” Hwan claps his little hands and you smile nostalgically at him. Both of you kiss his forehead and Hwan lays down, Chan tucking him in. He shuts the door and you’re about to walk into the living room, before Chris pulls you into the direction of your bedroom.

“Chris!” You giggle as he shuts the door behind you. He pulls you by your waist to him and his lips mold to yours. The way the two of you fit together is as perfect and as natural as breathing.

“I was thinking,” you say in between kisses, “I have the day off tomorrow, why don’t I bring Hwan up the studio and let the guys meet him?"

“Sounds perfect,” he smiles before his hands playfully squeeze your ass. He moves his lips down to your neck, sucking, biting and licking over your pulse point.

“Ah, don’t leave a visible mark,” you warn him gently. He groans against your neck.

“I don’t want Hwan asking questions yet. I’m not sure he understands everything yet.”

His forehead drops to your shoulder for a brief moment before his lips ghost your ear.

“Fine, then get on the bed and I’ll leave them in places Hwan won’t see,” you can hear the smirk in his voice as your stomach feels the nervous excited heat flood in.

You walk over, swaying your hips a little dramatically and Chan is on your heels. Clothes are strown around the room, before the two of you get under the blankets and Chan holds himself over you. He kisses down your body, moans of pleasure quietly fill the silent room.

He licks a slow stripe up your core, your eyes fluttering closed as his tongue laps at your clit. Your hands find his hair, pushing his face deeper and he moans, the sensation and thought of making you feel good the only idea in his head. His finger works into your hole, hitting that perfect spongey spot just inside your entrance and your back arches off the bed.

Hwan stirs awake in his dimly lit room, thanks to his wolf chanmnight light, and rubs his eyes. He grabs his wolf Chan plush, because of course Chan said he had to have everything that was wolf chan theme, and drags himself out of bed. He hears weird noises coming from your bedroom, muffled but loud enough for him to be concerned about you.

“Eomma?” Chan freezes under the blanket and your eyes snap open. You look at the innocent little four year old who’s still rubbing sleep out of his eye. His cheeks slightly red from the tears he'd cried when during his nightmare.

“Hwan! Are you ok?” Your voice is frantic as you pull the covers up over you.

“Bad dream,” he sniffles and a few tears streak down his cheeks.

“Oh, baby,” your heart hurts for him, but you can’t exactly scoop him up at the moment.

“Where’s Appa,” he begins to whine and Chris slowly moves out from under the blanket.

“I’m here buddy.” He begins to full on cry now, and you look at Chan apologetically. Chris looks over at you and he knows the night between the two of you is over.

He runs over to pick up Hwan and takes him out of the bedroom so you can throw on a robe. When you walk out to check on your boys you notice them sitting at the kitchen table.

“What’s going on?”

“I thought ice cream might help,” Chris says sheepishly.

“You know he isn’t supposed to have sugar this late,” you light scold.

“He was crying, I mean look at him. He’s so happy. I really think it’s working!” Chan’s face is a picture of happiness, even if his night isn’t going as planned.

After the ice cream Chan scoops Hwan and wolf Chan both up and takes him to your shared room.

“What were you guys doing?” he asks once him and his plushie are settled between you.

“Uh,” you look to Chan for help.

“Eomma thought she lost something in the bed so I was helping her look for it.”

“Why were you making noises?”

“Because your Appa was being very helpful,” you kiss your son’s forehead.

“Come on, it’s time to go to sleep,” you try to encourage as you and Chan exchange knowing looks.

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ggidolsmuts · 5 months ago

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Single's Inferno - ARTMS Choerry

"Hey man, you ready to get the pants scared off you?"

"Sure sure, where are the others?"

"There they are!" You join your group of friends—it was right before Halloween, and they wanted to get the full experience and go through a haunted house attraction. Begrudgingly you agreed—you're not the fondest of jump scares.

"Yah, where's your date?" One of them asks.

"Date?"

"Yeah, it's a good opportunity to get to know someone, having a joint experience."

"How would I get to know someone in the dark when we're going to be screaming?"

"Look at Mr. Scaredy Cat here, I see why you didn't want to bring someone now," your buddy teases.

"Yeah fuck you, be glad I showed up. Let's just go in." Your group gathers at the entrance of the house, and a usher calls out.

"Okay guys how we doing tonight? For the best experience for everyone, you should be paired up with a friend, so pair off as needed and we'll let you in two-by-two, okay?" To your horror, your friends have basically paired off already—they came with their girlfriends, or brought their own dates. You would be going into the haunted house alone!

You would be going into the haunted house alone... Fuck, rather than being scared you're more sad than anything.

"Hey guys—" Before you know it your friends are already in line, every pair already locking arms. Some friends, hmph. You steel yourself and join the line, trudging along solo. You're on your phone when you hear a bright voice next to you.

"Hi! Are you going in alone?"

"Yes." From her tone you assumed it was an overly enthusiastic employee, but no.

"Can I pair up with you then?" You turn to look at your speaker—she's dressed simply in a fluffy sweater and jeans, but her smile is absolutely radiant, her eyes round and hopeful.

"Y-You want to go in with me?" You wouldn't say no of course, but she's way out of your league, and you had to double check.

"Mmhmm, is that okay?" You nod and she slides in right next to you—more than that, she slips her arm between yours. "Thanks, I'm Choerry!"

"Nice to meet you Choerry, you came to this alone?"

"No, but my unnies are all with their boyfriends, so they kinda just left me alone." She pouts cutely.

"Really? Same here, my friends ditched me for their dates too." You shake your head and Choerry laughs.

"That's great, let's ditch them then!"

"Sure!" Her enthusiasm is infectious. But as you get closer to the entrance, Choerry's hugging you tighter and tighter.

"To be honest, I don't like scary things, I might be loud, sorry."

"Why come then? You don't have to do this."

"No the unnies will make fun of me!"

"If you say so. To be honest, I don't like scary things either, hate jump scares."

"I can tell."

"What? How?" You're a little indignant, how did Choerry already chalk you down as a scaredy cat?

"You've been holding on to me since we got closer." You blink and look down—you've had a hand on Choerry's arm this whole time, and now you're not sure if she's been hugging you tighter, or if you've been pulling her closer to you.

"Oh, damn, sorry!" You hastily let go, but she stays close. If anything, she's even closer now.

"It's okay, good to know we're both scared."

"Enjoy!" You shake your head at the happy staff as the two of you walk through a curtain of dangling chains, loudly drowning out the shouts and screams ahead. It's dark and there's manmade fog everywhere, but you see an eerie green exit light across the room.

"I think we go this way."

"Oh, okay." The two of you walk forward into the fog side-by-side.

"Ahh!" The door behind you slams shut with a loud bang and Choerry is shouting already. "Sorry, sorry!"

"It's fine, I'm here," you reassure, hoping you sound braver than you are. You walk forward with her, dodging the hanging pig corpses—you were in a slaughterhouse.

"RAAAHH!" A huge man makes his presence known, wearing a bloody apron and carrying a cleaver. His boots squelch wetly, as if walking in pools of blood. "GET OVER HERE!" Choerry screams, clinging on to you tighter and burying your head against you.

"Oh shit!" You shout, quickly dragging her through, away from the menacing butcher. "Fucking hell!" You curse loudly. You blink as your eyes adjust to the new room, and your crinkle your nose at the new smell—chlorine and chemical cleaner. A brief spark runs through you as you assess the situation—Choerry pressed tightly against your arm, and the only way to describe that sensation is soft. But you shake that thought from your head as you gently rock her shoulder.

"Hey, he's gone, we're in the next room."

"Huh? Really? Thanks for getting me through."

"We don't have to do this if you're too scared, I can exit with you?"

"N-No! I'm not scared! Well, I won't be, if you'll guide me through the rest!" A spark runs through Choerry as she grabs your arm—firm, comforting, reliable, hot. But she's jarred out of it as someone starts shouting.

"Help me, help me!" In the far corner someone is chained to a chair, various needles seeming to stick out of them, connected to pipes. You're in a mad scientist's lab! A voice booms in the room.

"Ah, new test subjects, are you? Excellent, excellent. Nurses, get them!" On each side you see nurses step out from the shadows, pushing a gurney towards you two, complete with straps hanging off the sides.

"We should keep moving!" Choerry pulls on your arm, and the two of you hurriedly dash through a maze of dividers to walk around and curtains to pull open. The two of you never knew what horrors awaited behind each—you cursed at a single "person", their hands and feet on all the wrong limbs; Choerry screamed at an oozing "corpse". Somehow you manage to drag each other through the demented maze and into the next room.

The room is dim and jaundiced yellow, and you see white sacs hanging from the ceiling—cocoons?

"Oh no no no no no..." Choerry's hiding behind you, and she's shaking. "I can't, I can't do spiders!" You look again and indeed see a large spider perched on its web in the corner, numerous eyes glittering back at you menacingly.

"Stay behind me, I can stay in front." You intended to leave an arm behind for Choerry to grab, but instead she wraps her arms around you, hugging you from behind.

"Please, thank you!" She's warm on your back, and your hand finds its way over hers, and she gratefully grabs it. With her hugging you tightly you waddle your way through the cocoon obstacle course. The large spider hisses and screams at you.

"Oh fuck!" "Ahh!" Choerry screams and you shout when a large spider leg bursts out from a nearby cocoon, swinging away wildly, and the two of you hurry forward. You reach the exit with her, and as you take a deep breath to calm yourself your own nerves are shattered as Choerry screams again!

"Help, help!" Choerry slumps against you, and you whirl around to find her covered in what looks like web, but you take a closer look and realize what it was.

"It's not real, it's just silly string!" you reassure her, and you have to hold her still as you get rid of the string all over her hair.

"Really? I thought the spider was going to trap me or something..."

"I won't let that happen, okay? Hold still." Choerry's heart thumps as you pick out the last pieces of silly string—maybe it's beating quickly from the scare, but she felt attracted to you, taken care of, protected. She felt you trembling against her when she was hugging you, but yet you powered on even if you were scared. The other part of her also felt your midriff as she hugged you—not ripped or shredded, but solid and strong, reliable. A new spark runs down her spine as you touch her hair, trying to remove an annoying piece of string.

"There, all gone." You brush the last piece of string from her hair, and you find yourself stunned momentarily when looking right at Choerry. She is exceptionally pretty, cheeks lightly flushed from the frightening experience. Your fingertips tingle as you brush her hair aside, feeling the light sweat on her hair. Your hand moves down, wanting to cup her face, but you realize what you're doing and clear your throat to shake that thought.

"W-We should move on," Choerry says, voice a little hoarse, husky even.

"Right."

"Wait!" As you make to move forward Choerry grabs your t-shirt. "Sorry, my legs are weak." She was scared silly from the "attack", and you realize what you had to do.

"I'll carry you, we're almost at the end I think."

"Are you sure?"

"You can't be that heavy," you try to joke as you kneel down for her to get on your back. She gets on you gingerly, and her hair tickles your neck as you get on.

"Thank you," Choerry whispers in your ear, and you pray she doesn't notice your tremble as you grab her legs and get up. Meanwhile Choerry's hoping you don't notice her rapidly beating heart—you've literally swept her off her feet, and she's thinking back to her conversation with her unnies.

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"Haseul unnie, how did you meet your boyfriend?"

"Oppa? It was during COVID, I had to quarantine, we were stuck together, and then things just happened?"

"What just happened? Like did he ask you out?"

"Pabo, we couldn't go out, we were in quarantine!" Haseul blushes and continues. "We just kinda, ended up doing everything during that time together, and we found things compatible."

"Compatible? You mean— Wait, by everything you mean—" Choerry blushes, she can't believe her unnie would do something like that!

"Yeah, we did everything together! I just let things happen... Naturally." Haseul shouts initially, but plunges on, face red in embarrassment.

"But that's so random! It could have been anyone else!"

"We just had chemistry, you know, so I initiated. Like there's no reason, but it felt right, felt good to be together."

"And he didn't even ask you out, you just asked him?"

"What's wrong with that!" Jinsol interjects herself into the conversation. "I also asked oppa first too."

"Really?" Choerry's shocked by her other unnie.

"Yeah, he saw me as his best friend's little sister, but I liked him, so I went up to him and kissed him! I'd say the results are quite good," she adds with a dopey smile on her face.

"You're texting him right now aren't you?" Haseul jokes.

"Mmhmm!" The two of them bicker, leaving Choerry to drift off on his warm back.

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"Oh fuck!" Choerry's startled out of her thoughts as she's spun around. "I can't, fuck ghosts, I don't do ghosts." She looks at the way they have to go and sees a long corridor, complete with a few Sadakos, long hair covering their face, dressed in white gowns and hands outstretched—some sort of haunted high school concept.

"Huh? They're zombies!" she tries to make you think of them differently, but it doesn't help.

"Zombies, ghosts, same difference, I don't like them!" you mutter in a rush. Choerry hurriedly comforts you, gently brushing your face.

"Hey, it's okay. Do you trust me?"

"Trust you?"

"Yes, just look down at your feet, okay?" Choerry has a hand over your eyes. "Whatever you do, don't look up, just make sure you don't trip, and listen to me." You take a deep breath and whirl around.

"I'm ready."

"Okay, just walk forward until I tell you to stop." Choerry encourages you as you go.

"Yes, one step at a time, you're doing good."

"Take one step to the left, do not look up."

"Now like 3 steps to the right. Omo hello!" Choerry is surprised by one of them, but greets them happily.

"Choerry!"

"Sorry, sorry, we can just walk forward." You fill the images in your head from the sounds—the screech of nails on blackboard, the haunting laughs of children, the unyielding ticks of a loud clock. But Choerry's in your ear, noticing your fear and whispering comforting directions.

"We're almost there, just a few more steps." You only notice you're done when you feel Choerry tap your shoulder and tilt your chin towards her.

"We're done, we finished!" You're so thankful you could kiss her, and she's so pretty up close. Choerry notices the closeness too—you're pretty cute when scared and flustered, and kinda cute regardless. She's already moving closer when she catches hold of herself and blinks rapidly. "You can umm, put me down now."

"Huh? Oh, yeah." You let Choerry down, and when you think you can finally relax a booming voice is heard from behind you.

"YOU THINK YOU CAN GET AWAY? YOU BETTER NOT COME BACK, YOU BETTER RUN, RUN AND NEVER COME BACK!" It seems to grow in volume, as if getting closer and getting angrier, and you grab Choerry by the arm and run further away, clearing the fence surrounding the attraction. A generic voice comes through a much smaller speaker.

"We hope you enjoyed your time here, thank you and we hope to see you again!" The absurd contrast of the two messages makes you break out into laughter, and you hear Choerry's piercing laughter right next to you—you had pulled her along to the exit, and when you stopped you caught her momentum, wrapping her up in a hug. The two of you laugh and smile, happy to be done with the ordeal.

"Thanks for getting me through it."

"Thank you for carrying me through it," Choerry answers back, holding your gaze. The arms you have around her stay there, and she doesn't make any attempt to break out either. You feel your own heard pounding, or is that Choerry's? You meet her sparkling eyes, drawn inexorably to them, wanting to see them closer up.

But the next pair comes barging through, shouting and screaming just like you two were earlier, and the moment is broken.

"Oh! Sorry!" You quickly get out of the way, only to find that Choerry has stepped in the opposite direction.

"So umm, thanks!" You call out lamely.

"Yeah, thanks!" she calls back. Out of habit she checks her phone, and a few messages pop up.

*Choerry are you out yet?*

*It shouldn't take that long, did she just chicken out and leave?*

*Do they not let her in if she's alone? Is she still back at the entrance?*

She turns to look at you still standing there, on your phone too, and quickly fires a white lie to her unnies.

*Yeah, they didn't let me in, so I just went back, don't worry about me I'm already back home!*

With that done she puts her phone away. As she goes to tap your shoulder you're also turning around, slipping your own phone in your pocket.

"Oh, hey, you're still here?"

"Yeah, my unnies, they ditched me."

"Yeah, my friends too, ditched me as well." From the knowing smile you give each other you both know it didn't matter if any of that was true or not. But the two of you hang around, unsure how to breach the real topic at hand, and more couples come running out until Choerry decides to take the initiative.

"Hey, do you mind coming home with me? I'm still a little scared, don't want to take a cab alone."

"O-Oh, sure, of course."

Choerry's hand felt hot as you helped her into the cab.

"Safely home," you add pointlessly as Choerry unlocks the door.

"Yes, thank you. Please, come in." Daringly she pulls you through the door, and as she holds you close her initiative is rewarded—you're looking at her intensely, her eyes seeming to shimmer again with the sparks that are flying between the two of you. Choerry's heart is racing as you get even closer, and as you lean in head tilted, her own eyes flutter shut, letting the moment take over.

You're kissing Choerry, and her lips are every wonderful adjective you can come up with—soft, rosy, plump, sweet, juicy. You capture her bottom lip, gently sucking on it and finding her absolutely delicious. A little gasp escapes her, and you're cupping her cheek, pulling her back to capture her lips again. You wrap an arm around her, pulling her closer, hand playing with the hem of her sweater. A small hand on your chest stops you in your tracks.

"Sorry, I don't do this normally, or at all." Choerry can't meet your eyes, looking down at the floor.

"Right, I understand, sorry I thought— Yeah." You don't know what else to say, did you misunderstand the situation? Your hands fall away from her, abashed at your rashness. But immediately Choerry's pulling on your t-shirt and leaning into you, and you're feeling her lips on yours again. This time she is more passionate, throwing her arms around your neck, pressing herself fully into you, a hand running through your hair. When she pulls back both of you are breathless, and the spark in her eyes has become a fire.

"But it feels good, feels right, so..." Choerry takes your hands and has them rest on her hips. You press your forehead to Choerry's, watching her mouth hang slightly open when you move your hands slightly, going over the edge of her jeans and brushing circles on her bare skin.

"Okay, we go as far as you're comfortable with." Choerry's losing herself in the moment, feeling the hairs on your neck stand—you're just as nervous as she is, and she overcompensates with bravado. She kisses you again before pulling away—she pulls her sweater up and over her head, revealing her toned midriff teasingly before her simple white top drops back in place. Her voice is heavy with desire, the words thick in her throat as she tells you how far she wants to go in the few words she can manage.

"All the way."

You reply in kind, taking off your t-shirt, and your jeans get a little more strained as you see Choerry lick her lip subconsciously, eager eyes taking you in. You kiss her once again, hands sneaking under her thin top as her hands wander your shoulders and chest. Choerry parts her lips, sighing into the kiss, and you let yourself in, drawing a low moan from her. Your tongues dance and fight, and after a fierce battle both of you catch your breath—you take the chance to assure her of your intentions.

"Right there with you."

You're right there with Choerry, on top of her in fact, hungrily plunging your tongue into her mouth as she grips your arms. To Choerry her bed seems floaty, like she's barely laying on it—with how you're kissing her, sucking on her lower lip, it's like you're lifting her off the bed just off that alone! The muscles she feels on your arms only serve to turn her on even more, and the arousal is no more apparent than in the stiff nubs you feel as your hand brushes over her chest, making Choerry wish her top was removed already.

There is one thing Choerry wants to see removed more, and she reaches for your jeans, unbuttoning them and watching you kick it off, showing your desire for her.

"Your turn." Her breath catches as you reach for her jeans, right below her bellybutton. "Still with me?"

"Huh?" Choerry finds your questioning gaze, your fingers on her freshly popped jean button.

"You made a sound, like a squeak." Did she? Choerry's too engrossed in feeling you, unable to keep track of everything happening everywhere on her body, all at once.

"Just really sensitive, everything feels so... much."

"We can go slower." Choerry keeps her eyes locked on you, and you're looking right back at her as you slowly unzip her jeans—she has to remind herself to breathe, she's not sure she has ever been so turned on from such a simple act! You peel the tight jeans down her generous thighs and slim calves, revealing the simple black panties she has on.

"Wow." You let out a small laugh at just how lucky you are tonight, but Choerry tries to cover with her hands, long legs twisting, trying to hide from you.

"Don't laugh, I didn't think I'd be—" You shush her with a kiss, pulling her hands away and gently pushing her legs open with yours.

"No, it's a good wow, you're amazing." You push a knee up between her legs, and you grow even harder. "So sexy, so wet for me."

Choerry gasps, unsure which bolt of pleasure is stronger—your knee brushing against the apex of her thighs, or you saying that she's sexy. Soon it doesn't matter anymore as the constant friction between her thighs is becoming a burn, cauterizing and sealing off any idle thoughts. All she can do is focus on how good everything feels—your hot breath on her neck as you plant a mark on her, hands licentiously having their way with her underneath her top, your warmness both between her legs and on her lips as she leaves mindless hickeys all across your neck.

"Wait! No, don't..." You are halted by Choerry's breathless gasps, but it is a false alarm when you look down—her thighs squeeze around the one she's straddling, and she's openly grinding against you. "I-It feels good." Gone is the bright and cheery tone, replaced with something huskier, downright seductive.

"Okay, do what feels good." Choerry's hands are on your shoulders, and you watch her head sink into the pillow, tilted back as she loses herself in the pleasure. Her delicious midriff undulates as she writhes on your thigh, the little noises she makes causing you to stain your own underwear with precum.

"Mmph!" She's grabbing you by the neck, pulling you against her twisting body to use for leverage—she's bucking herself against you, and with your face pressed against her chest you hear her heartbeat spike, her lungs swelling to take in air—

"Nngh!" Any shout or scream Choerry wanted to make is snuffed out by the pleasure, but you feel her cum all the same, your thigh suddenly getting hot and wet as she rides out her orgasm. "Oh yes... Yes, yes, yes..." All she manages is a sigh followed by softer moans, her grip on you slackening as her entire body begins to relax. Your knee is sore from kneeling on the bed, and you slowly pull away, waiting for her to recover. Thankfully you're not left hanging for too long, and as she pushes herself up she looks at your own "wet spot" on your boxers.

"Sorry I took my time didn't I?" You don't even manage to reply as she takes off her thin white camisole before coming towards you. "I made a mess too, you felt so good." She wipes your shiny thigh with her top, cleaning it up and maybe ruining her top in the process. But both of you are too far gone to care as she discards the rag, fingers pulling on your boxers.

"Can I?"

"Y-Yeah, yeah." Choerry pulls your underwear down, letting your cock spring free. "Oh fuck!" you moan as she daringly wraps a hand around you, making a test stroke.

"Does that feel good?"

"Really good, really really good."

"But we can't end it early can we? We're going all the way." Choerry pulls away, propping herself up on her elbows as she looks at you seductively—for someone who's so bright and cheery, she sure knew how to entice you, and like a moth drawn to a flame you're on top of her once more, hands going straight to her panties.

"My turn?"

"Please." Your fingers tremble a little, but you get ahold of yourself and roll them down her hips, revealing her wetness, still swollen and pink from her orgasm earlier. Much like the rest of Choerry right now it looks delicious, and you're tempted to dive in, but she pushes you off with her feet, kicking her underwear off.

"All the way," she reiterates—Choerry wanted to go all the way, and she wanted to go all the way now.

"Stop me if I'm going too fast," you murmur, positioning yourself between her spread legs.

"No, I trust you." You start with just the proverbial tip, wedging yourself in her. "Wow, it's so big." Choerry blurts out, half-praise, half-concern. She's not wrong either—you feel just how tight she is right from the get go, see the way it must look to her, watching herself be split open. Yet she wants all of it, pushing herself down the bed, just enough to take another half inch of you.

"I want it all the way in me." Choerry holds you close, the pressure between her legs seeming to grow without end as you give her what she wants. Your groans are music to her ears, knowing that it's overwhelming for you too—just like the haunted house earlier, you're experiencing this together. A few seconds later you're pressed on her, and Choerry can feel you throbbing, in time with your heartbeat.

"All the way in... Fuck," you mutter—much like Choerry, you can feel all of her, how, despite her nerves, she's hungry for you, her body trying to draw you in, walls pulling at your shaft. You stay still, both of you breathing deeply, taking it all in.

Then she squirms. Much like she did on your thigh earlier, and it is your sign to move. You draw back, feeling Choerry shudder as you pull out, a balance of delicious friction and wistful emptiness. You push in, and this time her pussy yields easier, the slickness coating your cock making things smoother but just as delightful.

Now one more time, but faster.

"Ah!"

Choerry's yelp triggers something in both of you—she can't control herself, so you didn't need to either. This time you no longer stay composed, no longer measured in your movements; No, you're hugging Choerry and *doing what feels good*. With your face buried in her neck, you don't see much, but much like earlier, you don't need to—Choerry's whispering all the directions you need right into your ear.

"Harder, yes harder!"

"Faster, please go faster..."

"Right— Nngh right there, right there!"

Along with a few not-so-useful descriptions.

"You're so deep in me, no one's ever been this deep!"

"Y-You're stretching me, oh my god, please don't stop!"

"I'm so close, please, please!"

"Fuck I'm going to cum so hard..."

Your reply to Choerry makes her pop right away.

"Do what feels good."

"Oh oh oh I'm cumming, I'm cumming! Feels so— Mmm!" Choerry sucks on your neck hard as she combusts, wrapping her legs tightly around you. When she's done you're close yourself, and you need to do something to mix it up.

"You trust me right?"

"Mmhmm?" You sit up and get Choerry to sit in your lap. She thought you wanted her to ride you, but as soon as you're in her again you have her ass in your hands, and she's clinging on to your neck while you stand up.

"Oh god..." With gravity's help you're even deeper in her, and a jolt of pleasure goes through her when you make an experimental thrust.

"See, you're not heavy."

Choerry wants to say that that's not the point, that what is important to her is that you're fucking running your cock through her, kissing the very end of her warmth and making her toes curl.

"Mmph, hnngh... Ah, ah ah ah— mmm!" Yet that's all that comes out when you start thrusting, and Choerry dips her head, succumbing to the sensation of truly going "all the way" with you, your tip nudging against her cervix with every thrust. She's putty in your arms, hanging off you, powerless to do much more than cum, and she cums hard.

"Mmm, ah!" Choerry yelps and braces herself against you, unable to stem the tide of pleasure rushing through her. It starts as a warm wave of slick over your shaft, but as you keep thrusting into her it becomes a splatter against your crotch and your thighs. When she digs her nails against your neck you take that as your sign to stop, and like an awning after a storm Choerry's dripping all over the place, and her husky harsh heaves are loud in the room, the last howls of the storm that just ripped through her.

"Feels good to trust you."

"I'm glad, but I'm close."

"Good, I was wondering when I could make you feel good. Put me down." You let Choerry down, and she drops to her knees, grabbing your slick shaft and stroking you. You feel too good to notice the slight tremble in Choerry's hand—you had just given her the strongest orgasm she's had in a while, and yet she finds herself wanting more.

But she definitely wanted to repay your efforts first.

"Look at me." Choerry directs, and you listen. She's still incredibly pretty, but the large round eyes that twinkled as she laughed and screamed and whooped with you at the haunted house are now tinted with a shade of lust. Choerry looks innocent, but only innocent enough for you to stain. You're pointed right at her face, but you're quickly pointed to the back of her throat as she takes you in, distorting her beauty even more.

"C-Choerry..." you moan, meaning to tell her how good she feels or some such, but those thoughts fly out the windows when she starts ruining herself on you, tongue doing things that you never imagined she would do—around and under your shaft, swirling right over your tip. Your legs quiver and shake as it all becomes too much, and Choerry grabs your hips, pulling you deeper into her.

"Fuck!" The first two shots go right down her throat, and then you're out of her mouth. You're powerless in front of Choerry—eyes closed and hand stroking you furiously, all you can do is stand there and let her do it. You can't take your eyes off her, unable to hold back the surge of pleasure and cum that begins to cover her face. You let out a low moan of relish as she extends your orgasm, rubbing your tip and getting more makeup-ruining seed all over her as a reward. When she stops you're staggered and she's completely glazed, a particularly heavy blob sliding off her cheek.

"Oh shit... Uh hold on." You scramble to find her tissues, but given that you're in her apartment, she beats you to it with a soft laugh, beginning to wipe her face clean. The pretty and sweet Choerry reappears as she removes your load.

"There, all better."

"You umm— There's still a little bit." Choerry makes to wipe the little bit still on her lip, but she thinks better of it, smirking and making a show of licking it off, reminding you of what she can be just a moment ago.

"Mm, salty."

"Wow, you were amazing," you blurt out lamely—what else do you say when you've busted down their throat and covered them in cum?

"I'm glad you liked it, it was great for me too." She makes a show of cleaning up between her legs, slowly bringing the tissues up her creamy thighs and removing the slick shine off them. Cleanup is supposed to be awkward but necessary, yet Choerry makes it hot, showing you just how good you made her feel earlier. "I'll be right back."

As Choerry takes the soaked tissues to the restroom, her thoughts are a bit of a mess, much like the rest of her. She doesn't remember the last time she came that hard or that wetly, and as she flushes the tissues down she briefly brushes between her legs, gasping at her own findings—Choerry's still sticky, a gooey mess. She finally understands Haseul's drunken confessions.

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"How do you know oppa's the best you ever had? You haven't even been sleeping around! Or have you?" Choerry asks incredulously, not believing her unnie's declarations.

"Yah, of course I haven't!" Haseul looks around, and motions Choerry to get closer. "You know how when you do it alone, you're happy with one round?" Choerry blushes but nods, she knows what Haseul means exactly—the satiating satisfaction of getting herself off once is usually enough. "Well when I do it with oppa, I just... Want more. Want to be closer to him, want to, you know, receive more 'love' from him." Haseul replaces the crude 4-letter word in her head with something nicer. "But don't guys only do it once, how can you get him to do it again?"

"Choreo."

"Choreo?"

"Mmhmm, our choreo has sexy parts right? The ones where the fans scream because it's just a little too sexy but fine since it's only for a line or two? Just do something in those positions."

"I just bend over, it's mm... Easy to get him to do it again..." Jinsol mumbles, half-asleep already. Before Choerry could ask them more they both headslam the table, falling asleep in their drunkness.

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It is with those thoughts in mind that Choerry returns to the bedroom.

"You should umm, stay the night, it's late."

"Are you sure? I don't want to impose or anything."

"No, I wouldn't mind at all."

Choerry watches you put on your boxers and t-shirt, debating with herself how forward she wanted to be and what choreo she should use.

"Which side should I take?"

"Hmm? Whichever you want," she answers distractedly. It is a little later, when you have an arm around her, that she settles on Flower Rhythm.

Just as you are drifting into sleep, you feel the weight on your arm lessen. You take a peek and immediately start waking up—Choerry's holding a hairtie in her mouth, bunching up her hair behind before tying it off. Even that simple act is hot, and it gets even hotter when she bends over, getting on all fours right next to you. You're wide awake now, but Choerry only notices it when she pulls down your boxers and finds a half-stiff cock in front of her.

"Oh, you're up?"

"Only halfway," you manage to joke. "I felt you move, and then I saw you tie your hair and then now... Yeah, I'm awake."

"Let's get you all the way awake then." She takes you in her mouth again, but this time, more than her skills with her tongue it is the sight of Choerry bent over and wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and boy shorts that gets you harder than steel and eager to pump some of that iron into her.

"I'm wide awake, just stay there." Choerry reacts viscerally to your rasp—she felt just how hard you were in her mouth, and now you're going behind her to... She gets lower on the bed and curves her back a little more, pushing her butt a little higher—god she wants this so bad! All she can think about is you looming over her, grabbing her hips and—

"Ah!" Her shorts are yanked down unceremoniously, bunching at her knees—Choerry's forgotten that she's still wearing clothes, and in a flurry she pulls her t-shirt off and kicks her shorts away. She blushes a little at how eager and direct she's being, but she's grateful that you don't say anything; Or rather, she's grateful that you're already grabbing her by the hips, and that delicious pressure is growing between her legs immediately.

"Fuck yes..." you hiss, enjoying sinking yourself into Choerry for a second time tonight. Despite having stretched her deep and spread her walls once, she's just as tight as before, and you have to firmly push into her, drawing a loud moan.

"Ohhh yes! Ah..." Choerry's labored breaths give you pause, and you stop moving, letting her get used to you again, but she turns back to face you, beckoning you to lean over her. "Don't worry about me, you feel so good. Do what feels good for you." She emphasizes this by leaning forward and pushing back, making sure you feel her butt pressed against your hips. It's utterly unholy the way she's flush against you, urging you to hilt yourself deep in her.

Choerry braces as you grab her hips and pull back, but nothing prepares her for the sharp spike in pleasure when you snap your hips forward, and her arms give way immediately. She's wrinkling the bedsheet, biting it with her teeth and grabbing it with her hands as you pump into her. She's moaning into the bed, her muffled whimpers joining the solid smack of flesh on flesh ringing in her head. Each thrust leaves her gasping for more, and her body reacts with a mind of its own, pushing her cunt back against your rod, just to get you back in her faster, harder, deeper!

"Fuck Choerry... holy shit!" She feels like velvet and silk, trying to tug you deeper into her each time. The rest of her toned body is just as enticing—the way her shoulders flex when she pushes herself back at you, and you follow the slim line of her body to— Oh how her thighs ripple when you slam into her from behind! It's one thing to bounce her in the air on top of you, it's another to take her from behind, bouncing your hips off her ass, and you wanted more.

"Hnngh!" Choerry's moans grow louder in volume when she feels a hand on her lower back, forcing her to arch her back even more. You're taking charge now, and the new angle causes you to rub right against her g-spot, the pleasure tugging Choerry's eyes back, rolling them into her head. Her legs flex, trying to push her ass higher, to give you an even steeper angle to fuck her at. But no, you grab her hips and hold her down, seeming to fix her at the perfect height to pump down and forward into her.

Over and over you slam down on Choerry, striking at her g-spot repeatedly, numbing the rest of her body and replacing all of it with pleasure. At some point she begins to cum, her toes curling, teeth biting into the bedsheets to stop herself from screaming. A tidal wave of joy slams into her... And then another one, and then one more—there's no end in sight!

Now Choerry understands why Haseul does that move in Flower Rhythm so well, she must get fucked in this position so often, because it feels fucking amazing. Choerry doesn't even have to do anything, just lie there and take it and cum. And cum she does too, ecstasy consuming her thoughts as you fuck her silly. At some point she's no longer biting the sheets, and she's yelping and wailing, trying to swallow her screams and failing spectacularly.

"Feels so good Choerry, I'm close!" She keeps getting tighter and wetter, you're not sure how long you can last.

"I-I'm cumming!" It doesn't even come out right, Choerry wanted to say "I've been cumming!" But she's been trapped in her orgasms the whole damn time, cumming her brains out and barely coherent, a mess between her legs and her ears. Yet you still fuck her, pounding her until her whole body feels like jello. You treat her words as approval to finish, and the bedsprings creak loudly, the bed rattling faster and faster as you chase your own peak.

A small groan escapes her when you pull out, and the slick that should be coating your cock comes out as a small squirt against your thighs. Both of you moan loudly when you cum, the hot jizz all over her back just as satisfying for Choerry as it is for you. You fire large spurts all over her, covering her pale skin with your thick load.

"Damn! Shit!" You're left speechless as your legs go weak, forcing you to sit on the bed. Choerry similarly slumps forward, sighing as she lands on the bed with a thump. "Are you okay?" Both of you are silent for a while, gasping deeply to catch your breath and process the fuck that just happened.

"Yeah, feels so good..." She tries to reach behind herself, and you quickly wipe the cum off for her. Choerry turns herself around immediately, pulling you into a passionate, almost desperate kiss. She's sucking on your lower lip, tugging with her teeth, trying to draw you in deeper. You reply in kind, tongue pushing past her lips, wanting to suck all the oxygen out of her, to leave her breathless once more. You're stirring for a third round, but you recognize the lack of sparkle in Choerry's eyes—not dimmed by lust, but dulled by fatigue. It's time to call it a night.

"We should rest."

"Huh? Sure... my clothes, where?" From the sleepiness and pleasure rendering her brain earlier Choerry makes just enough sense, and you grab her clothes, helping her slip them on before she bundles under the covers. You manage to find your own boxers and put them on before joining her in bed. As you sidle next to her under the covers she shifts herself closer to you, resting her head on your shoulder.

"Good night," You murmur, and a smile is all she manages before her eyelids droop, and she's off to dreamland, a hand on your chest feeling your heartbeat. You just hope it doesn't wake her up.

That amazing smile.

You fall asleep eventually. When you wake up, you unfortunately don't see Choerry snuggling next to you, but you do hear the clink of cutlery on dishes outside.

"Good morning!" Choerry calls out cheerily as you step out of the bedroom. You rub the sleep from your eyes and blink—you blink very quickly. Choerry's dressed simply in a white singlet and powder blue shorts, there's a bit of red on her neck from where you left your mark last night, but she looks otherwise flawless.

"Something to eat?"

"Sure, whatever you're having there I guess."

She quickly gets you a bowl of granola and yogurt. There is a quiet awkwardness to the whole thing, and you wonder if you should have put on all of your clothes before coming out rather than just your t-shirt. Choerry's eating silently next to you, both of you thinking about the same thing.

What do I even say?

"So umm, I have to go to work later." Choerry states quietly.

"Right, let me get out of your way, let you prepare—"

"No! I mean, there's no rush. Please, finish your food. Oh..." She notices a bit of yogurt on your lip.

"What is it?"

"You have a little—" She points to her own lip, but you miss it, because for a second she looks so pretty you can't tell left from right. "No, let me get it" She leans in—

She's kissing you again. Choerry's smudging the yogurt, tugging on your upper lip, cleaning it for you. She often joked about how her unnies were always finding chances to steal away and be with their boyfriends, but she understands their actions a little better now, now she's just like them. The attraction is magnetic, and as soon as she's close enough she wants to kiss you, touch you, feel you against her body— Fuck she's wet again. Choerry's shorts land in a pile on the floor and she swings her legs across your lap, straddling you.

"One more time. Want to feel good again." Choerry murmurs. Now the passionate and desperate kiss from last night returns in full force. You drop your cutlery with a clang, and she's light enough that you can squirrel your boxers down just the right amount.

"Ch-Choerry!" Your tip is engulfed in her wetness almost immediately, and she's whining into your gasp, both reactions to just how needy and ready she is for you.

"Let me ride you!" She's asking, but not really, as Choerry's already starting to rock her hips back and forth on top of you. More and more of you slips into her, and her husky moans get louder and louder. You're buried in her neck, and Choerry let's her top slip down, an invitation for you to play with her chest.

"Mmm!" She whines when you kiss along her bust line, hands on your head urging you to do more. You make her slow down, steadying her so that you can take a nipple between your lips, gently sucking and licking it. "Yes, just like that..." The frantic riding settles into a slower but no less intense grind, as if you playing with her tits has made her tighten around you, and she's savoring every inch of your cock she's taking even more. You play with both of her breasts, and her moans get quieter and faster, her lungs struggling to keep up with the sinuous and sinful exercise she's putting herself through.

"Mmm, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" Choerry flings her arms around your neck and crushes you against her. She buries her face in your hair to muffle her cry, the vibrations rattling you to your core. You help her along her orgasm, pulling her waist towards you each time she clenches around you, adding wave after wave of pleasure and extending her peak. When she finally recovers your connection is sticky, and Choerry is a bit of a wreck—top pulled down, hair mussed, a pale skin flushed with pleasure.

"J-Just one more..." she mumbles, beginning to ride you again. Choerry's not really "pent up", but her body's asking the question her heart hasn't put into words yet—"Where were you all this time?!" Now she's more surprised that the unnies spend so much time with the group—if she had a boyfriend like you she would be spending as much time as possible with you and not the group! She throws her head back and lets out a low moan, hilting herself and cumming again all over your cock.

"Fuck Choerry, I'm close, you need to get off!" You're throbbing hard inside her. If last night was Choerry losing it because of your fucking, today morning is Choerry taking charge, fucking you, and making you lose it—you're going to cum even harder than last night. She's sweating, her entire body just as hot and wet as her walls are wrapped around you. At your warning she seems to ride you even harder, her moans long and low.

"Choerry!"

"Do you trust me?"

"What?"

"Just do what feels good, trust me." Choerry's holding your face in her hands, begging you to say yes.

"Yes, I— Oh fuck! Trust you!" You can't form a coherent sentence either.

"Just tell me when, tell me when you feel good, last one!" Your hands settle on her waist, trying to steady her, but Choerry's movements only get more intense, borderline violent—her knees dig into your hips and she's bouncing herself in your lap, your thighs taking a beating against the chair.

"Want you to cum, please, please..." She's determined to drag you off the cliff with her, struggling to maintain eye contact with you as her chin dips down, her body bracing and holding off her own orgasm best she can. The way she calls out to you, moans for you, her walls clenching around you with raw need, it all becomes too much.

"Fuck, now!" you groan, and Choerry has a split second to decide if she should get off you or sink even deeper in your lap, but the only thought her in mind is—

Do what feels good.

"Fuck yes, oh yes, ohhh yes yes yes! Oh my god!" Her words and your moans ring loudly in the apartment. Choerry spreads her legs and lowers her hips, and your arm around her waist pulls her in on instinct, both of you making sure that she takes every last inch and every last drop of cum into her. The burst of warmth in her womb and surge of bliss rips through her body, tearing a scream from her as she loses control. Choerry tries to close her legs, as if it's too much to experience, but all it does is trap you in place, keeping you there as you continue pumping her full of thick seed.

"Ahh, it's so hot, so much..." And it quickly becomes too much, the flow of cum into Choerry seeming to reverse—a sinful mix of you and her leak out the sides, coating your shaft as the two of you tremble and shudder, tangled together in the heat of explosive intimacy. When Choerry manages to gather herself again she sees you still recovering, head tilted back and looking like a man totally drained. Only now does she wonder about her decision—was it reckless, was it safe, was it what she wanted? Yes, yes, and yes. But there is one question Choerry doesn't know the answer to—What would you think? Would you think less of her? She told you she doesn't normally do this, yet she just let you—

"Worried?" you ask, knocking her out of her reverie.

"Yes, I mean no, not about that, I'm umm, safe." How does she even ask a question like that? How does she even begin to phrase it?

Meanwhile you have your own worries. You wanted this to be more than a one-off, but Choerry is so far out of reach. From the waist up, blushing slightly as she fixes her top and hair, Choerry looked like a virtual angel. Yet she's in your lap, panties pulled to the side, with what's left of your morning wood leaking out of her freshly fucked pink pussy. What do you even say to someone like her, the perfect girlfriend and perfectly ruinable lover, to appeal to her? You settle for reassuring her for now.

"I'm with you all the way, whatever happens." Choerry opens her mouth to dispute, to tell you that's not what she's worried about, but as you brush her hair tenderly, she realizes you've answered everything she couldn't put into words. When she leans in, asking for a kiss with a pout, you realize you've said everything you needed to say, and you give her a kiss happily.

The magic ends when an alarm on her phone sounds.

"I need to leave soon, do you mind getting me some tissues?"

"Oh, yeah of course." You find her the tissues, and she does her best to quickly clean up. "Should I go first? I'll give you your privacy."

"No no, I'll be done quickly, the rest I can do at the salon. Here's your clothes." Choerry disappears into the bedroom as you get dressed in the living room.

"You go to a salon for work?" you ask her as she comes out fully dressed.

"Yeah umm for makeup, I'm an idol."

"Oh, so... we can't meet again can we?" You have a sinking feeling—after the best night of your life, you might be facing the worst day right after.

"No, we just have to be careful, go to less popular spots, or at odd times, stuff like that. I... hope that's okay?" Choerry holds her breath, praying that it isn't a dealbreaker.

"Yeah, no that's great, we can do that." Both of you breathe a sigh of relief internally as you enter the elevator. "I'd love to take you out somewhere quiet, one where we're not jumping out of our shoes every few minutes."

"Yes, no spiders and zombies."

"And ghosts," you remind her.

"Right, they're the same thing." Choerry realizes that the elevator is close to ground floor, that she's close to being in the public eye once again. She takes your phone and puts her number in, shushing your indignant sputtering about zombies and ghosts with a peck on your lips.

"It's a date then, don't make me wait."

She feels her phone vibrate almost immediately after she leaves you, and she's smiling at your invitation for next weekend as she tumbles into the van with the other members.

"Choerry yah, did you get back okay yesterday? I'm sorry they wouldn't let you in, you could've just stayed home the whole time!"

"Oh no unnie it was fine, I'm glad I went all the way."

A/N: Haunted house fic a month after Halloween lmao. Anyways been wanting to write Choerry for a long while but didn't have the best setup for it until now, so I kinda overcooked it with scenes and pics XD Hope you enjoy it and thanks for reading!

#smut #choerry #artms

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prettygirl-gabi · 27 days ago

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Title: Only for Paige

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader; Paige x reader’s younger cousin!oc (Jaiden)

Fandom: UConn Women’s Basketball

Summary: try having a hyperactive younger cousin never sits still—except in Paige’s arms.

A/N: I apologize that it took so long to post anon, but I hope you enjoy

🏷️: @paigeshirleytemple , @unknowgirlypop , @yailtsv , @nicebellee , @sitawita , @thatonesuschix , @vamptizm , @elalfywhore , @starfulani , @authentic-girl03 , @paige05bby , @paxaz535 , @azziswrld , @jadasogay , @paigeluvvr , @melpthatsme , @lessi-lover , @courtsidewithlani , @shikaizer

There were two types of people in the world: the ones who could handle Jaiden’s endless energy, and the ones who couldn’t.

I liked to think I was in the first category, but if I’m being honest, Jaiden was like a turbocharged ball of chaos—constantly running, bouncing, shouting, and rarely stopping for anything. That kid had more energy than the entire neighborhood combined. But there was one person, one person who could do the impossible: Paige.

Yeah. My girlfriend.

I don’t know how she did it, but whenever Paige was around, Jaiden would sit still. Not for me, not for anyone else in the family. No, he only wanted Paige. The moment she walked in the room, he’d stop his random sprints and chaotic antics, crawl into her lap, and curl up like a little kitten.

The first time I really noticed it was at a family cookout. We were all outside, the grill sizzling and the smell of ribs wafting through the air. It was one of those typical loud family gatherings—Auntie Mona was talking politics at the table, Uncle Ray was cracking jokes about his high school days, and everyone was grilling each other about their love lives.

Jaiden, of course, was running wild. He’d kicked over a drink, spilled chips everywhere, and was now in the middle of an intense chase around the yard with one of the neighbor kids. No one could catch him. I was pretty sure the kid had wings attached to his back.

But then Paige showed up.

She’d just gotten off the phone with me—told me she’d be late because of practice—and when she walked in through the backyard gate, Jaiden froze. Completely still.

He turned to her, blinked once, and then—without a second thought—ran straight for her. Paige knelt down, arms open, and Jaiden dove right into her lap like he’d been waiting for this moment all day.

I watched from the picnic table, blinking, mouth agape.

“He… He’s actually sitting still,” I whispered to my cousin Camille, who was sitting beside me.

“Yeah, I’ve never seen that kid be still for more than a minute,” Camille said, shaking her head. “What did she do?”

“Nothing,” I shrugged, still in disbelief. “She just… exists.”

The second time it happened was at my niece’s birthday party. You know how birthdays go—there’s cake, there’s dancing, there’s way too much sugar. Jaiden was off the walls, refusing to sit and enjoy anything. He kept tossing toys, knocking over chairs, and at one point, actually tried to climb the wall. My aunt, who’d been running around trying to manage all the kids, finally came over to me and practically begged.

“Can you get him to calm down?” she asked, clearly at her wit’s end. “You’re his favorite cousin. You’re the one he listens to!”

I glanced around the room. Jaiden was nowhere to be seen, so I took a deep breath and braced myself for the search.

“Jaiden! Jaiden, where are you?” I called out, but I didn’t get an answer. I walked into the kitchen and found him hiding under the table, his little feet kicking the air in excitement.

“Come on, buddy,” I said softly, reaching down to grab his hand. “We gotta calm down. Let’s play with the toys over here.”

But Jaiden wasn’t hearing it. His gaze locked on someone behind me, and I followed his line of sight to see Paige walking into the room, holding a plate of cupcakes.

“Paaaaige!” Jaiden screamed, practically launching himself off the floor. He darted across the room, knocking over a chair, but Paige just laughed and scooped him up before he could fall.

“Hey, little man,” she said, hugging him tightly as if he weighed nothing at all. “You want to color with me?”

“Yeah!” Jaiden squealed.

He had gone from a chaotic whirlwind to a calm, content child in the blink of an eye.

I stood there with my mouth hanging open, still trying to process what I had just witnessed.

“You… You’ve got some kind of superpower,” I muttered to Paige, who was now sitting cross-legged with Jaiden on her lap, coloring in a book.

She just shrugged, a sly grin on her face. “Guess he just likes me.”

I shook my head, watching the kid who wouldn’t sit still for anything fall asleep, curled up in Paige’s arms later that night. It was unreal.

That was when it hit me.

I wasn’t the only one who was falling for Paige. Jaiden had somehow decided that she was his personal superhero.

Fast forward a week. Paige and I had decided to take a mini vacation to unwind before she had to leave for Dallas. It had been a while since we’d had the time to just ourselves. The house was quiet, the lake in front of us glistening under the setting sun, and I finally felt like I could breathe. I had my arm around Paige, and we were both laying on a hammock, just talking about everything and nothing at all.

But then my phone buzzed in my pocket. I sighed and pulled it out.

It was Auntie Mona.

“Girl, I swear, you better come back here. Jaiden has been asking for Paige nonstop for almost two weeks. He refuses to listen to anybody else. We’ve tried everything. You’re coming back and bringing that white girl with you or I’ll start sending the kid to your house as punishment.”

I could hear Jaiden’s high-pitched voice in the background screaming, “Paige! Paige!” over and over.

I looked at Paige and rolled my eyes, chuckling. “Looks like we’re headed back to my aunt’s place.”

“Why?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “What happened?”

“Auntie says Jaiden won’t stop calling for you,” I replied, shaking my head. “He wants you and only you. Apparently, he’s been doing it for days.”

Paige grinned mischievously. “Told you he likes me best.”

I chuckled, leaning in to kiss her. “I know, baby. I know.”

We made our way back to Auntie Mona’s place, where Jaiden was bouncing off the walls yet again. The moment we walked through the door, though, he froze. His eyes locked on Paige, and without a word, he sprinted toward her.

“Paige!” he shouted, his arms outstretched.

“Hey, buddy,” Paige said, holding her arms wide open as he ran straight into them. She caught him effortlessly, lifting him into her lap as he snuggled into her chest.

“Where’s my snacks?” Jaiden asked, his voice muffled by her shirt.

“You know the rules,” Paige said, smiling. “You get your snacks after a nap.”

“I’m not sleepy!” Jaiden protested, trying to squirm, but Paige only tightened her hold on him, rocking him gently.

“You will be,” she said softly.

At that moment, Jaiden’s mom, my cousin Tasha, walked in. She took one look at the situation and threw her hands up. “At this point, y’all might as well adopt him. I swear he calls for you more than he calls for me.”

I burst out laughing. “I mean, if you’re offering…”

Paige smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of Jaiden’s head. “I’ll take him. But only if you share him.”

Tasha rolled her eyes, but I could tell she was just as amused as I was. Jaiden was finally calm, and it was all because of Paige.

That evening, after we’d gotten Jaiden to bed, I couldn’t stop thinking about how great Paige was with him. How she could settle him down with just her presence. How, when the time came, she’d be amazing with our own kids.

It wasn’t just that she could handle Jaiden. It was that she wanted to. And I knew, in my heart, that I wanted her to be the one to hold our future children too.

Because if she could get Jaiden to sit still—imagine what she could do for us.

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-Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

-prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

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httpvomitello · 6 months ago

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Heeeeeey, how’s it going? I was thinking... something with our BAY TMNT boys, separately, their reaction when they discover that the reader (whom they secretly have a crush on) has a small and adorable pet turtle. Maybe one day they went to her house and saw the big, cute tank, noticing something tiny moving at the bottom and seeing a little turtle living its life in peace, surrounded by cute decorations and food everywhere (just to give you an idea) c:

I love that everyone comes to a consensus that the reader will always have a pet turtle. Anyways, hope you like it! ♡♡♡♡

Turtleception *⁠.⁠✧

Leo wasn’t one to take unnecessary risks, but for you? Well, he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t found himself in a few precarious situations just to be closer to you. Tonight, however, was supposed to be a simple visit—nothing too crazy.

He climbed through your window with his usual quiet precision. The soft glow of your apartment’s lighting welcomed him.

“(Y/N)?” he called out softly, not wanting to startle you.

“In here!” Your voice came from the living room.

He followed the sound, but before he could make it all the way, something caught his eye. Against the wall stood a large glass tank, filled with vibrant decorations, miniature plants, and a tiny rock formation in the center. Curious, he stepped closer, eyes scanning the setup.

Then, he saw it—a tiny turtle, slowly paddling its way through the water, completely oblivious to the world around it.

Leo blinked, crouching down for a better look. “Is that…a turtle?” he muttered to himself, unable to stop the small smile spreading across his face.

“Oh, you met Speedy!” you said, stepping into the room with a grin.

“Speedy?” Leo echoed, his amusement clear.

“Yeah, ironic name, I know,” you said with a laugh. “He’s been with me for a while. Got him when he was even tinier.”

Leo chuckled, his fingers resting lightly on the edge of the tank. “He’s…adorable.”

You tilted your head, with a provocative smile on the lips, joking you said, “You like turtles?”

Leo hesitated, the slightest hint of a blush creeping onto his cheeks. “Well, you could say I have a…personal connection.”

You smirked, leaning closer. “Let me guess. You see yourself in him, huh?”

Leo chuckled, shaking his head. “Something like that.”

The sight of you caring for such a small, delicate creature warmed his heart. He could see how much love and attention you poured into Speedy’s care.

“You know,” he said, standing upright, “I think Speedy’s lucky to have you.”

You smiled, meeting his gaze. “And I think I’m lucky to have you, Leo.”

His heart skipped a beat, and he silently vowed to visit more often—if not just for you, then to check on his fellow turtle friend.

Raph wasn’t one for subtle entrances, but tonight, he made an exception. He climbed through your window with ease, landing silently on your living room floor.

He glanced around, his sharp eyes quickly taking in the space. That’s when he noticed it—a large glass tank sitting in the corner. His brows furrowed, and he walked over, curiosity piqued.

As he got closer, he spotted it—a tiny turtle, lounging on a rock under a miniature lamp, living its best life.

“What the…?” Raph muttered, leaning in closer.

“Oh, hey, Raph!” your voice called from the kitchen.

He straightened, turning as you entered the room with a bowl of snacks. “Didn’t know you had a pet,” he said, nodding toward the tank.

You smiled, setting the bowl down. “Oh, that’s Tank. He’s my little buddy.”

Raph crossed his arms, glancing back at the tiny turtle. “Tank, huh? Fitting name.”

You chuckled. “Yeah, he’s small but tough. Reminds me of someone.”

Raph smirked, the compliment not lost on him. “So, you’re into turtles?”

You shrugged, sitting on the couch. “Always have been. Tank’s just the cutest, don’t you think?”

Raph crouched down, watching as Tank lazily paddled through the water. “Yeah…he’s alright.” His tone was gruff, but you could see the soft glint in his eyes.

You nudged him playfully. “Admit it, you think he’s adorable.”

Raph huffed, trying to keep his tough exterior intact. “Maybe.”

But deep down, he couldn’t deny it. Seeing you care for something so small and fragile made his chest ache in the best way.

Donnie wasn’t one to show up unannounced, but after getting an excited text from you about some “new setup,” his curiosity got the better of him. He made his way to your place and slipped in quietly, his eyes scanning the room for whatever it was you wanted to show him.

Then, he saw it—a large glass tank filled with intricate decorations, bubbling water, and in the center, a tiny turtle happily exploring its aquatic home.

Donnie’s eyes widened, and he immediately stepped closer, adjusting his goggles for a better look. “No way…” he whispered, fascinated by the detailed setup.

“Donnie! You’re here!” you said, stepping into the room.

He turned to you, his excitement clear. “Why didn’t you tell me you had a turtle?”

You laughed, moving to stand beside him. “I thought I did. That’s Shelly.”

“Shelly,” Donnie repeated, his tone approving. “A classic name.”

You nodded proudly. “I’ve had her for a while. Just upgraded her tank today.”

Donnie couldn’t help but admire your handiwork. “This is…impressive. The filtration system, the decor placement, even the water temperature—it’s perfect.”

You raised a brow, smirking. “You’re geeking out over my turtle, aren’t you?”

He chuckled, adjusting his goggles again. “Can you blame me? She’s practically a part of the family now.”

The idea of you caring for something so meticulously made his admiration for you grow even more.

Mikey was always eager to visit you, and tonight was no different. He practically bounced through your window, landing in your living room with a wide grin.

“(Y/N)! I’m here!” he called out, his voice full of excitement.

“Hey, Mikey! Be right there!” you called back from another room.

While waiting, Mikey’s eyes wandered around your apartment. That’s when he spotted it—a large tank filled with colorful plants, tiny figurines, and…a turtle?

“No way,” Mikey whispered, his grin growing even wider as he crouched down to get a better look. “You’ve got a tiny me!”

The little turtle swam lazily through the water, completely unaware of the giant mutant admiring it.

“That’s Mr. Wiggles,” you said, stepping into the room.

“Mr. Wiggles?” Mikey repeated, laughing. “That’s the best name ever!”

You grinned. “He’s my little buddy. Got him a few years ago.”

Mikey tapped lightly on the glass, watching as Mr. Wiggles paddled over curiously. “Dude, this is awesome. It’s like you were meant to be part of the turtle squad.”

You chuckled, sitting beside him. “Maybe. He’s pretty low-maintenance, but he’s good company.”

Mikey glanced at you, his smile softening. “You’re pretty good company too, you know.”

Your cheeks warmed at his words, and you nudged him playfully. “Thanks, Mikey.”

He leaned closer to the tank, watching Mr. Wiggles with a twinkle in his eye. “Man, I think I just found my new best friend.”

You laughed, feeling your heart swell. Mikey’s joy was infectious, and you couldn’t help but think how lucky you were to have him—and your tiny turtle companion—in your life.

#reader #x reader #y/n #tmnt #tmnt x reader #bayverse tmnt x reader #f!reader #tmnt bayverse #bayverse leonardo #bayverse mikey #bayverse donnie #donnie bayverse #bay!turtles x reader #bayverse raphael

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scribblesofagoonerr · 3 days ago

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fight or flight | chaos fc

summary: the flight back home to london isn't as simple as it should be

pairings: monkey!reader x katie mccabe | monkey!reader x alessia russo | monkey!reader x kim little | monkey!reader x arsenal wfc

“I swear this is the quietest I’ve ever seen your kid,” Vic Pelova teased, smirking as she watched you plonk yourself onto Katie’s lap in the airport lounge. Katie absentmindedly brushed a strand of hair from your face, settling you more comfortably against her.

“Leave her alone,” Katie grinned, peering down at you affectionately, “She’s just missing her partner in crime, no doubt. And she’s not my kid—she’s Leah’s. I’m just on babysitting duty until we get home. Then she’s Leah’s problem again.”

Teyah snorted, “Taking it pretty hard not having her sidekick for the flight, isn’t she? I bet Leah’s buzzing to have her little menace back.”

“She’ll be alright once we board,” Katie said lightly, though she kept a protective hand on your back, just in case you decided to cause chaos at the last minute—something she wasn’t ruling out, even in your current sulky mood.

Katie wasn’t wrong, though. You were sulking. Missing your best friend hit harder than you expected.

Still, you were excited to see Leah, Buddy, and even Jordan—once you worked up the courage to apologise properly, anyway.

After a fun few days playing against the A-League team in Australia—and winning—the team was finally heading home. Unfortunately, with the international break coming up, your best friend and the other Aussies had to stay back for their camp. Which left you flying solo and feeling a little lost.

The others quickly noticed you weren’t your usual lively self.

“We’re boarding soon, Monkey,” Alessia called from where she was sitting across from you, her voice gentle, “You alright?”

You weren’t much in the mood to talk. Sitting between Katie and Alesia felt safest—they wouldn’t force you to chat.

“Mhm,” You mumbled, burying your face in Katie’s neck, hoodie pulled low over your head.

Your short response only deepened Alessia’s concern. She knew you well enough by now: when you went quiet, it usually meant you were sick, exhausted, or upset.

“You sure you’re feeling okay?” Alessia asked softly.

“M’ fine,” You mumbled again, curling tighter into Katie.

Katie exchanged a look with Alessia, then gently shifted your hood back to check on you, “Yer alright, little lady?” She asked, her voice warm.

“M’ just tired,” You admitted honestly. Your eyes stung with exhaustion—your own fault, staying up half the night scrolling TikTok.

Katie laughed under her breath, “That’s what yer get for pulling an all-nighter on TikTok.”

You lifted your head slightly, frowning, “How’d you know?”

“Well, maybe next time don’t send half of those videos to the group chat at 3AM,” Alessia teased, shaking her head.

“At least you can sleep on the plane, hey?” Katie added, ruffling your hair fondly.

You groaned, realising the evidence of your terrible decisions had caught up with you, “Urgh. I’m not in the mood for one of Malfoy’s lectures when we land.”

Katie choked on a laugh, “Malfoy?!”

“I’ve given my Mum a new nickname,” You mumbled, half-asleep, “Because of her god-awful haircut.”

Alessia bit back a giggle, “Oh, Monkey… she’s definitely going to hear about that.”

“Funny though, innit?” You said, biting back a yawn, “Now can you two be quiet? I wanna sleep.”

“Charming,” Katie said, patting your back, “Let’s just try and stay awake until we board, alright? I’m not getting in the habit of carrying yer everywhere.”

“No promises,” You whispered, already drifting.

You barely noticed the airport buzzing around you, your head tucked against Katie’s shoulder, trying not to nod off. Boarding was soon, but your eyelids were already drooping and your energy had zapped after a long few days.

You might have properly dozed off right there if not for a small cough nearby.

You blinked blearily, lifting your head slightly to find Kim standing awkwardly in front of you, a familiar green-and-yellow Shrek activity pack clutched in her hands.

“Hey, Monkey,” Kim said gently, offering the pack towards you, “Thought you might wanna colour a bit while we wait. Just… something to keep you busy.”

You hesitated, glancing between her and Katie, unsure whether this was some weird trick. You hadn’t exactly been on good terms with Kim lately—not after she shouted at you—but there was something genuine in her awkward smile.

Katie gave you a little nudge, keeping her voice low, “Go on, little lady. Look, it’s Shrek. That’s cool, right?”

Slowly, you reached out and took the colouring pack from Kim’s hands, your fingers brushing the plastic, “T… Thank you,” You whispered without really looking up.

Kim’s face softened as she crouched down briefly to your level, her voice remaining quiet, “I know we’ve not been…. I know I shouted at you, Monkey, and I never should’ve done that. I’m sorry. Do you forgive me?”

You blinked at her, a little too tired to process properly, but the words landed somewhere warm in your chest. You gave a tiny nod.

Kim smiled and straightened back up, ruffling your hair quickly before retreating back to her original seat.

“Look, it’s Shrek!” You murmured half asleep, tugging open the plastic wrapper clumsily.

“Yeah, it is,” Katie chuckled, helping you peel it properly when you got frustrated with the sticky edge, “And look, little lady, there are even stickers in this one as well, and a mask as well,” She noted, pulling everything out and settling them on the chair between you.

You tugged out a page with a huge Shrek on it and slumped even further into Katie’s side, “I need the green,” You declared, waiting for Katie to hand you the green as your little tongue poked out in concentration as you started colouring.

“I’m sure this will help yer stay awake, eh?” Katie teased after a few minutes, handing you the correct colours without even needing to ask.

“Mhm,” You hummed, though your head had already started drooping again.

Katie leaned down to peek at your work—and found the green crayon loose in your hand, your head tipped softly against her arm.

Completely out cold.

“Looks like you’re going to have to carry her onto the plane after all,” Alessia teased, watching the scene fondly, “You’re a softie.”

Katie bit back an amused laugh and gently prised the crayons from your fingers before they had a chance to drop to the floor, “Seems that way now, don’t it?” She mumbled, tucking your hoodie higher around you and letting you curl in properly against her, “Kids’ a little menace, but I’ll do anything for my niece.”

“What are you watching there, Monkey?” Teyah peered over to glance over your shoulder and see you watching a movie on your iPad while still leaning against Katie, “Ooo, Shrek… Again. Good shout that is!”

“She’s watching Shrek again?” Vic laughed, “Honestly, that film’s the only thing that ever shuts her up.”

“Unless she’s asleep,” Kim chimed in, sitting across from you—you were still yet to properly speak to her, but you knew that you would have to do it soon enough, and she’d been kind enough to give you a Shrek activity pack, “Or she’s sick.”

Katie snorted in amusement, “Kimmy’s right there. I’m just thinking back to the beginning of last season when she still insisted on playing whilst ill, because she was too stubborn to admit being sick.”

You could hear every single word that was being said, more than aware they were on about you, but you were currently more invested in Shrek to even care about it.

“But she’s too quiet, though. It’s not normal,” Teyah chimed in, hesitantly, “Are we sure that she’s secretly not plotting something against us?”

Vic shrugged her shoulders, “I’m not sure.”

“Leave her be, Teyah,” Kim piped in, even she could tell you were peaceful, and the last thing any of them needed was you on a rampage again, “She’s fine, she’s just watching her film.”

“Yer know, she’s only like this ‘cause she doesn’t have her trusty sidekick by her side,” Katie told them, “Leave her alone, will yer?”

Vic snickered in amusement, “You have to admit that you’ve never seen her look so depressed, though, right?”

The flight to Dubai had been going okay—not perfect, not peaceful, but manageable—right up until someone dared to talk over your viewing of Shrek.

You had your headphones on, curled up in your seat with your custom-made Arsenal canon Chewie around your neck while your thumb rested in your mouth absentmindedly when you weren’t using it to angrily stab the screen to rewind Donkey’s entrance.

Life was fine.

Until someone two rows back started laughing too loudly at something not-Shrek-related, and one of the older players kicked the back of your seat.

You ripped off your headphones dramatically, eyes wide with rage, “SHUT UP, YOU DUMB FUCKIN’ IDIOTS! I’M TRYING TO WATCH SHREK!”

Everyone turned.

“Jesus Christ,” Alessia muttered, trying not to laugh.

“Oh, great,” Cloe said, deadpan, “Now look what you’ve done.”

Katie, who had just started to doze off beside you, sat bolt upright, “Oi! Language, yer little menace!”

You were on your feet instantly, ready to launch yourself over the seat like you were about to fight for Lord Farquaad’s honour.

“She touched my seat! She touched it! I’m gonna—!”

Katie caught you around the middle mid-lunge, “Absolutely not. Sit yer wee arse down.”

“No! I wanna finish Shrek in PEACE!”

Your words were slurred with tiredness, your thumb had found its way back into your mouth as you tried to wrestle away from Katie’s grip, eyes fierce but welling up with tired tears.

Your limbs were spaghetti—angry, but floppy as Katie held you like a squirming toddler.

Kim sat on the opposite side of the plane, pinched her nose and muttered to herself, “I know it was too good to be true,” She thought to herself, “Just ignore them, Monkey. Don’t rise above them!”

“Y… Yeah, I am!” You weren’t sure exactly how to respond to Kim, considering this was the first proper interaction that you had with her since the fall-out, “It’s just… It’s hard.”

“Right, that’s enough. Sit down, and no more shouting. And no more hands, alright? We have to use nice words and nice hands,” Katie told you in a firm tone of voice.

“I don’t care! They’re pickin’ on me!” You whined, attempting to make a break for it, to give them a piece of your mind.

“Monkey, sit down!” Katie wasn’t budging to let you move, and her tone made you freeze.

You didn’t like being told off. It was horrible, especially since it was Katie. You didn’t want that.

“You’re a meanie!” You shouted, and instead of sitting down, you shuffled away and plonked yourself beside Kim a few rows down with a dramatic sniff.

“Hello, wee one,” Kim hesitantly smiled at you, not too sure how to be, considering everything that had happened.

“Auntie Katie told me off,” You mumbled, glancing across and scowling at Katie, “She’s a meanie. I don’t like her anymore!”

Kim struggled to stifle her laugh, “You don’t mean that, though, do you?”

“... Yes,” You agreed, sulkingly.

“Really?” Kim questioned, furrowing her eyebrows.

You huffed, slumping down further in your seat, “... Okay, maybe not, but she’s still a meanie, and told me off!”

“She only did that because you were trying to lunge at Teyah and Vic, and you can’t be doing things like that, Monkey. Can you?” Kim reprimanded you.

“They deserved it,” You mumbled, scowling at the two girls sitting opposite.

“Monkey,” Kim gave that knowing look.

“They did!” You whined.

Back on the other side of the plane, Katie had taken it upon herself to smack Teyah and Vic both upside the head.

“Ow,” Teyah winced, rubbing the sore spot, “What was that for?”

“Can’t yer pair just leave her be? She was fine until yer started windin’ her up!” Katie stated through gritted teeth, “You two are old enough to know better!”

“Monkey is the same age as Teyah, remember,” Vic added.

“What?” That caught Emily’s attention as she looked bewildered, “Are you sure? No way. The way she behaves sometimes says something different.”

“She has a point there,” Frida piped in.

“... She’s just had some challenges in life,” Katie mumbled, glancing over at you, knowing you heard what had been said, “There’s nothing wrong with her! Nothing at all!”

You had exactly heard what had been said. You proceeded to take your thumb out of your mouth, and your chewie from around your neck, and launch it across the plane.

“Hey, hey,” Kim quickly scrambled to pick up the disregarded item off the floor, “Just ignore them, Monkey. You’re perfect the way that you already are, alright?”

“Remember to use gentle hands, Monkey,” One of the younger girls took the opportunity to tease you, snickering.

“And don’t use unkind words,” Another chimed in.

“Fuck off!” You turned, glaring darkly at them, “I’m not a stupid baby!”

Alessia straightaway heard your colourful response, “Oi! Less of the language— Monkey! Where are you goin’? Come back here!”

You bolted and found yourself in the toilet of the plane, locking the door behind you. A tiny compacted space as you shrank down against the door of it, “M’ not a baby,” You murmured to yourself.

And then the turbulence started.

At first, it was just a rumble. Then the plane jolted hard, and you panicked.

Kim had just settled back into her seat with your disregarded chewie in one hand and a sinking feeling in her chest when the captain’s voice crackled over the intercom.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we’re experiencing a patch of turbulence. Please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts. Cabin crew, take your seats.”

The plane gave another sharp jolt, the overhead bins rattling, and a collective murmur of discomfort rippled through the cabin.

Kim’s brow furrowed. She turned to glance behind her—to where you’d last been sitting.

“Where’s Monkey?” Kim asked aloud, her voice tight with concern.

Katie, already on the edge, snapped her head up, “What do yer mean where’s Monkey? She was with you—”

“She legged it when that lot started again,” Alessia chimed in, now glancing anxiously down the aisle, “Threw her chewie, swore at someone, and bolted.”

“Fuck,” Katie shot up from her seat, ignoring the seatbelt sign as she turned to start pacing the aisle, “Monkey?” She called lowly, trying not to cause panic but feeling it start to rise in her chest.

“She wouldn’t… She wouldn’t go far, right?” Kim tried to reassure herself more than anyone else, “The plane is small. There’s nowhere to go.”

“Monkey?” Katie’s voice got louder, more urgent as she checked row after row, “Come out now. This isn’t funny—”

And then she heard a blood-curdling scream, and her eyes bulged in panic.

“Logan!” Katie exclaimed, already hurrying down the narrow aisle and hammering her fist quickly on the toilet door, “Monkey? Open up. I know yer scared, and I’m here. Just open the door!”

Inside the toilet, you were curled into the tiniest ball you could manage, knees tucked to your chest and forehead pressed to the metal door as hot tears ran down your cheeks.

You couldn’t breathe properly.

You didn’t want to breathe properly.

You weren’t a baby, but you felt like one.

Your ears were ringing, and every time the plane dipped or jolted, you whimpered and clutched tighter at your sleeves.

The bathroom felt too small, too loud, too bright despite the flickering overhead light. Every jolt of the plane sent another stab of panic through your chest, like a drumbeat that you couldn’t drown out.

Your heart was racing so fast it felt like it might just stop. You’d meant to hide for a minute—just a minute. But now you couldn’t move. Couldn’t think past the storm in your head.

You could still hear them. Laughing. Whispering. Calling you names, they thought you wouldn’t hear.

“She’s too old to be like that.”

“She shouldn’t be allowed on the trip if she can’t behave.”

“It’s like travelling with a toddler.”

You pressed your hands over your ears harder.

You weren’t a baby.

But you’d chucked your chewie at the floor and run like one, hadn’t you? Bolted down the aisle, swearing and panicking.

And now your chest ached, and your thoughts were spiralling so fast you couldn’t keep up. The only way to make it stop—just a little—was to do something.

So you pinched your arms. Hard. Until the sting cut through the panic. Until little red welts formed and your breath caught again.

It wasn’t enough.

You banged your forehead against your knees. Once. Then again.

Not to hurt, not really. Just to feel. To drown out the noise with something you could control.

The plane gave another heavy drop, and you screamed without meaning to, your voice ripping through the tiny space before you slapped your hands back over your mouth.

But your arms—your arms were tingling, the skin angry and blotched where your nails had dug in.

And something else—shame—tumbled low in your belly as you realised with a jolt that you’d wet yourself without even noticing.

The seat of your joggers was damp and uncomfortable, and suddenly it was too much. Too much noise, too much

Then—knocking. Urgent. Familiar. Katie.

“Monkey? Open up. I know yer scared, and I’m here. Just open the door!” Katie’s voice cracked through the spiral, tugging at something deep and small inside you.

But you couldn’t.

You were too ashamed, too small, too broken.

“No, I’m not,” You choked out, your voice hoarse and shaking, “I don’t wanna be here—s’ too loud—s’ moving—’m not a baby—stop saying I’m a baby—!”

There was a pause, the kind that made your chest clench with guilt.

And then—

“No one thinks that, Monkey. They’re just bein’ silly. Yer not a baby, yer our girl, alright? Just open the door, lemme help yer calm down, yeah?”

“She said I acted like a baby!” You sobbed, hitting the door weakly with the flat of your hand, “Everyone laughs, they laugh all the time!”

It all came pouring out—days of tension, whispering comments, side-eyes on the bus, in restaurants, when Leah wasn’t there to shield you from the harsh words and looks. When you’d dropped your chewie or had an accident. When you needed rocking at night or couldn’t eat unless someone fed you.

“It’s not fair,” You whispered, “I try so hard. And they still laugh.”

There was shuffling on the other side. Then Katie’s voice, quiet but fierce, “Yer don’t need to try, little lady. Yer don’t need to prove anything to anyone. Not to me. Not to yer Ma’s. Not to anyone on this bloody flight, yer hear me, Monkey? Nobody.”

“Excuse me, miss, but you need to take a seat as we’re experiencing turbulence right now,” A member of the cabin crew interrupted.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Just give me a minute, my niece is stuck in the toilet,” Katie held a sense of urgency in her voice.

“Miss—”

“Just give me a damn minute! I’m not leaving her in there!” Katie raised her voice even more, standing firm.

Then there was a brief pause.

“They don’t see yer like I do. Like me, your Mum, yer Mama, and the rest of yer family do. They… They don’t know what yer have been through,” Katie’s thick voice broke the storm clouding inside of your head, “Yer one of the strongest people I know, Monkey. Yer just keep on goin’. Even when it’s scary. Even when yer wanna run away.”

You hiccuped through a sob, lips trembling.

“Listen to me,” Katie’s voice was calm and patient, “Yer not a baby. Yer brave. Braver than they’ll ever be.”

A beat passed. Then another.

And slowly, with shaking fingers, you reached up… and unlocked the door.

Relief washed over Katie’s face, “C’mere, little lady. Yer okay. Yer fine. I’m right here.”

“Auntie Katie,” You whimpered, collapsing against her chest.

Katie caught you easily, tucking your head under her chin as you clung to her like a lifeline. But even in the chaos of it—your trembling limbs, your hiccuping sobs—you still tried to twist your body slightly, turning so the worst of the damp patch was hidden behind your thighs and away from her hands.

You didn’t want her to know.

Didn’t want anyone to know.

You’d already been laughed at once. Twice. Too many times. You weren’t doing that again.

You buried your face in her hoodie, hoping that if you just stayed very still, she wouldn’t notice.

But Katie’s arms fully wrapped around you, warm, solid, and safe.

And the second her pressed gently to the small of your back—

She felt it.

The wetness.

The clingy, cold fabric against your shorts.

Katie’s breath hitched for half a second. Just long enough to register it.

“Oh, Monkey,” Katie murmured, so softly and heartbreakingly kind that it nearly undid you all over again.

She didn’t pull away.

Didn’t say anything sharp or shocked or unkind.

She just pulled you tighter and held you like you were unbreakable.

Held you like nothing about this changed a single thing.

Your bottom lip trembled as fresh shame surged up your throat, “I… I didn’t mean it,” You whispered, barely audible, “Didn’t even feel it. I was just… too scared. I didn’t want you to know.”

Katie gently rocked you, her chin resting against the top of your head, “I know yer didn’t, little lady. I know. And it’s alright. Yer don’t ever have to hide it from me.”

You let out a shuddery breath and tried to mumble something else—an apology, maybe—but Katie hushed you, “I’m proud of yer for opening the door, sweetheart. That’s all that matters right now.”

“It’ll almost be time for us to get off the plane soon,” Katie murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face.

At the end of the flight, you still felt absolutely mortified. You couldn’t even bring yourself to unbuckle your seatbelt, let alone stand up.

The second the seatbelt sign pinged off and everyone else began shuffling for their bags, you curled tighter into the window seat, heart pounding with dread.

“Come on, little lady,” Katie gestured you out of your seat, “Ready to get off? Just one more flight, and then yer’ll see yer Ma soon, yeah?”

“No,” You whispered when Katie tried to coax you out of your seat gently, “I’m… I’m not moving.”

Katie didn’t argue, and she saw it in your face the moment the announcement came on. You weren’t moving, so she stayed in her seat too, resting her hand gently over yours.

“Okay, alright, we’ll wait until everyone is off,” Katie told you in a gentle tone of voice, “We don’t have to rush, it’s okay.”

You barely even nodded. You felt so embarrassed to get up, you didn’t want anybody to know what had happened.

Your thumb edged towards your mouth, but you fought against it because you didn’t want to get teased again. You absentmindedly began to pinch your skin without even realising it.

“Hey, where’s yer chewie, little lady?” Katie asked, calm and patient, “I think that’ll be better than pinching yer skin, eh?”

You didn’t utter a single response. You just kept pinching your skin until it was red and sore.

Katie exhaled a sigh, taking hold of both your hands in her own, “We don’t want yer to hurt yerself, sweetheart. How about we try and use yer chewie instead?”

“I… I don’t wanna. ‘M not a baby,” You murmured.

“I know yer not, Monkey. But it’ll be better than hurting yerself.” Katie murmured, looking around the almost-empty plane in search of your chewie, “Not long until we can get off now, eh?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Your throat felt tight and dry, as if you said even a word, you’d start crying again. Your fingers twitched in Katie’s hold, wanting to keep pinching, needing something to do with the shame burning your skin.

Katie spotted the stray chewie on the vacant seat across from you and quietly reached for it, offering it to you without pushing, “Just try it for me. No one’s lookin’. No one’s laughin’. We’re the last off.”

With shaking hands, you took it and pressed the chewie to your mouth like it was a secret. Katie sat back, not saying a word while she continued to gently rub your arm.

“Alright, we’re all good to leave now,” Katie broke the silence after a few minutes.

“N… No,” You whimpered in fear.

“Monkey—” Katie began, keeping her tone warm and gentle.

“No! I don’t wanna!” You exclaimed, shaking your head in protest.

“Alright then, we’ll have to do it my way instead, then, eh?” Katie murmured, slipping her arms under you like it was the easiest thing in the world.

You whined in protest, limbs all stiff and your face burning, “N… No, Auntie Katie, stop—don’t—put me down,” You hissed, squirming even though your body was too tired to fight properly, “Put… Put me down!”

“No can do, Monkey,” Katie didn’t flinch. She just tightened her grip, holding you close like you weighed nothing at all, “I told yer that we’ll do it my way.”

You buried your face in her shoulder, fists clenched and your heart hammering. You were sure everyone could see. You were sure they knew. That somehow, even though the cabin was mostly empty and no one was even looking, they all knew what you’d done.

“N… No, I don’t wanna!” You whined, thrashing in her arms, “Put me down! Put me down!”

Katie didn’t react to your flailing—just adjusted you in her arms like she’d carried you a thousand times before, whispering gently as she walked down the aisle, “You’re alright, I’ve got you. You’re safe. Just breathe for me now, yeah?”

You could feel your legs wobbling even though they weren’t touching the floor. Every step she took felt like another crack in your already fragile shield of dignity. But Katie didn’t flinch. Didn’t rush. She just kept her arms around you, firm and steady, as if your panic didn’t scare her at all.

“I know it feels big right now,” Katie murmured, more to you than anyone else, “But I promise, this moment’ll pass. And I’m not going anywhere, okay?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. You were too overwhelmed, too humiliated as your fingers gripped her shirt tightly like it was your only tether to the earth. Your Chewie dangled limply from your mouth now, half-forgotten.

Katie didn’t stop moving until she reached the nearest accessible toilet. You could feel her grip tightening with every step as she shielded you from the world.

“I… I want to go down—Put me down! Put me down!” You wailed, your arms flailing as you wildly kicked and tried to get out of her grasp, “Down! D… Down, now!”

Katie hadn’t even got the door shut behind her before you were already trying to crawl away from her, snotty and sobbing and absolutely beside yourself.

“Put me down, put me down—I told you—don’t touch me, I didn’t mean to—I didn’t mean to do it again!” Your voice broke on every word, thick with shame and panic as you twisted away from her and curled up in the corner of the tiny airport toilet cubicle, rocking against the wall like it might somehow swallow you whole.

Katie crouched nearby, hands held out in that soft, gentle way that meant she was ready, not pushing, “Monkey,” She said quietly, “I know. I know it was an accident. It’s okay. You’re okay.”

But you weren’t. You were soaked. And you’d soaked her too, again—just like the other day with the aftermath of everything else happening.

Katie gently reached into her pocket, flicking her phone open with one hand and quickly texting the one person who would know what to do.

📲 Need spare clothes from Monkey’s case ASAP. Meet by the toilets near the gate. It’s an emergency.

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