#n anyway so i led them all to a different corner of the room and ended up reading 15 out of the 16 chapters of the book

[spiderb00]

Game Strategy - Manon Bannerman

Manon Bannerman X reader 

Synopsis: Your girlfriend sabotages you on the laser tag. 

Genre: Fluff  

a/n: I love Manon, I had this draft saved for so long, but I got sick and only finish it today, so, here it is. <3 

The bright lights were contagious, we were all agitated and impatient waiting for our turn to enter the room. The teams were separated, and we were all talking and teasing each other. Unfortunately, my girlfriend, Manon, and I were on different teams. Manon led a team with Daniela, Lara, and three other friends of ours, while I led a team with Sophia, Yoonchae, Megan, and two other friends.   

I loved Manon, but all she knew how to do since we decided on the teams was tease me. She wouldn't stop talking for a second, and honestly, I'm too passionate to just not pay attention to every word of teasing that comes out of her mouth. 

"Baby, you know I'm not going to go easy on you, don't you?" Manon said, approaching and pretending to fix my vest.  

"I don't need you to take it easy beautiful, I'm going to win anyway." I said as I pulled her by the waist.   

"Ew, get a room." Daniela says, interrupting our moment and getting laughs from everyone.  

Manon looks at me with a smile, I'll never understand what I did to deserve this woman.  

"How about a bet?" The girl with pigtails says as she puts her arms around my neck.   

"A bet, uh?" I ask as I rest my hands on his waist.   

"Uhm... If you win, you can choose how we end the night..." She says with a smile on her face. "But if I win, you'll have to do everything I want."  

"Anything?" I ask, wondering if it's worth accepting or not.   

"Whatever goes through my mind." Manon says, now as she runs her fingers through my hair and tilts her head waiting for my answer. 

"It's okay, I'll deal with it. You're going to lose anyway." I say, hearing her giggle and walk away as the Laser tag employee says it's our turn to enter.  

When everyone is in their positions, the vests glow indicating that they are working and we all start to move, the adrenaline makes it seem like it's all or nothing, at least for me, in the face of the bet I accepted. 

I still couldn't get hit, but I had already shot Lara and one of the guys on Manon's team. As I passed by I saw someone behind a wall shooting Megan, as soon as the person came out of hiding I could see that it was my beautiful girlfriend. I ran for cover, I could hear Manon's footsteps following me and when I saw it, I was totally cornered.  

It turns out that apparently I had run to a place of no exit, Manon who was now in front of me gave a victorious smile as she slowly approached.   

"I told you you would lose baby." The girl says as she points the gun at me, making me mirror the movement.  

"I can shoot you first, and then you'll lose." My hand was seriously shaking now.   

"You wouldn't do that to me baby, you love me too much for that." Manon says as she puts her hands on my neck, gently caressing the back of my neck and making me a little nervous. 

"I... I can shoot..."   

"But you won't," she says as she looks into my eyes and moves closer to my lips. "Kiss me." 

"You're going to kill me one day." I say as I drop the gun and wrap my arms around the girl's waist.  

Her lips were soft, sweet and kissing her was the best thing in the world, I could stay there for the rest of my life. My hands were on her waist and as much as I wanted to take them down a little more, I had in mind that we were in a public place and it was a miracle that we were not caught. Anyway the moment didn't last long, we were torn from our own little world with a loud sound.  

As I looked down, Manon's gun was pointed at me while my vest was glowing, indicating that I was out and that the match was over.   

"I told you you were going to lose." Manon said with a smile on her face, her hands going down and intertwining with mine.  

"That's not fair, you distracted me, you basically cheated." I said as I let her drag me out. 

"Relax, big baby. I won, but you'll like what I have planned as much as I will." 

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the people working at laser tag watching Yn and Manon through the cameras

[rubberbandballqueen]

favorite part of work today was when i told the kids to get into two lines, n this one guy was like "i don't want to" n then started talking to his buddy in mandarin, n so then in chinese i was like, "hey, come here."

n he n his buddy looked at each other n then looked at me with like that faintly displeased expression that means they've realized they can't get away with not being that good at english (or feel terribly isolated from n indifferent to the adults bc they don't speak their language) anymore

and then when i told them to line up in mandarin they groaned abt it for sure but they did drag themselves into a line

[cherrychilli]

18+ Eddie Munson x f! reader, established relationship, PIV sex, unprotected sex, semi- public sex, mirror sex Summary: Feeling needy at a party Eddie's taken you to in order to deal to the attendees, you steal him away and give him a different kind of show by making out with a woman to excite him. The woman? yourself. WC:1.8K

A/N: Was I drunk when I came up with this? yup. Was I drunk when I sat down and wrote it? yupx2. Am I drunk right now? honey, what do you think? anyway, enjoy!

"Show me"

He stares you down in that way that makes the guest bathroom feel much smaller than it actually was, like there might not even be enough air for the both of you to occupy it at the same time with the way he keeps stealing your breath.

You could still hear the music echo as it continued to blare outside, the beer you'd downed to give yourself the courage to whisper into Eddie's ear in the first place now sloshing around inside your belly, adding to the intensity of having his eyes roving all over you.

It all began an hour into Todd Henley's party, fed up of all the drunken bodies swaying around as they bumped right into you without apology before they passed by on unsteady legs.

But what irked you the most was that half the crowd had been spending more time with your boyfriend than you were able to all night, all of them handing him crumpled dollars in exchange for little baggies and whatever else he could fit in his pockets to keep the partygoers' spirits high.

You couldn't take it for very much longer though. Unable to help yourself, you sprang into action just before Todd himself could attempt to approach Eddie, cutting in front of the birthday boy, entirely uncaring of the scowl that twisted Todd's lips because Eddie was all you could think about. And you let the latter know as much.

"I need you" you'd whined as you'd wrapped yourself around Eddie's arm when you pull him towards a lonelier corner of the room, all sweet and clingy and then a little more quietly; "watching you made me so wet".

As you'd expected, he's quick to grin at you when he takes your hand. Gently he led you through the crowd, even turning down a few potential customers like Todd who'd tried to approach Eddie with cash in hand, a quick but firm "not now" grunted at them over the music.

It made your hopes rise, growing giddy, thinking he'd take you back to his van to fool around, away from the rest of the party only to end up pouting when he'd pulls you into a vacant guest bathroom instead.

"Go on. Show me", he'd repeated again, still soft and patient with you, standing tall over you as you grow so pliant under his stare, giving in easily as you reach under your dress to pull your panties down to your mid thighs.

He observes closely as you part your legs as much as your underwear will allow, showing off the collection of slick sitting warm and wet on the thin red cotton.

Eddie whistles low as he sees it. "Looks serious", he mused, pressing his index finger into the middle of your panties. He pulls his damp finger back, rubbing it against his thumb and pulling them apart to watch a clear web of your essence develop between them.

Hoping you've pleased him enough you try again.

"Can we, Teddie? Please?", you make sure to dial up the sweetness, all saccharine and cute as your plead.

But the thing is Eddie sometimes liked to have fun with you at times likes these, anything to work up his girl in good jest as another toothy grin develop on his face. "Sorry. Still got some dealing to do, angel face", he explains, looking the opposite of apologetic about it until he sees your face crumble and fall.

"Hey hey, I'm only teasing", he's quick to drop the suave, unwavering persona he treats his customers with for his usual rough around the edges kind of natural warmth, kissing your wobbling bottom lip hard for good measure. "You know I'd never turn you down", he makes sure to add, taking your hand and pressing it over his clothed erection to show you that he's telling the truth, feeling relieved when your lips spread into a smile.

"Tell you what. Since we're already in here why don't we just make use of it?", he offers with a cheesy grin and raising his brows in a way that comes off more cartoonish than it does suggestive but it makes you happy nonetheless. He chuckles at the way your whole face lights up at the suggestion because honestly, you couldn't wait any longer, reaching behind Eddie to lock the door shut.

~

You warmed up to getting led in here by Eddie even more when you noticed how the room smelled pleasantly of white jasmine thanks to a little sachet of air freshener hung up on the door handle. The living room where most of the party had congregated including yourself for that one hour was all booze and smoke and sweaty bodies barely guised by cheep perfume and cologne, and for that reason you were glad to be away from it all and not sifting through the thick crowd of people to get to the van.

But mostly, you liked getting handsy in Todd's guest bathroom because unlike Eddie's van, this had a mirror.

When you bend over the sink, you do so quickly and willingly, making Eddie huff out a small laugh through his nose. Carefully he gathers as much of your hair as he can in one hand, pulling on it to encourage you to keep your eyes on each other's reflections in front of you.

It's a filthy sight when you're made to look at yourself. Your tits are spilling out over the top of your dress, made so by when Eddie carefully pulled at it enough to free them, pinching, pulling and nipping at them before he settled you in this new position facing away from him.

With your panties drawn down a few inches above your knees, you could feel Eddie pull your dress up over your ass, eagerly pressing his turgid cock between your thighs once he's pried it out his boxers, the fat tip and length of his cock gliding between your folds and against your puffy clit perfectly.

Watching closely in the mirror, you memorize the little knit between his brows as he does it, a thrill coursing through you as his cheeks then blend from a light pink to a deep mauve while he humps between your thighs.

"Y' ready for me?" he huffs, his lips parted as he looks to your reflection for an answer.

"I'm ready. Please, Teddie. Been waiting all night", you whine back to him over your shoulder, catching the way the corner of his mouth picks up into a smirk.

He's inside you not long after that, stretching you with his thickness which even after all this time, still makes you hiss through the initial sting. But you've never complained about it, always inclined to moan with a wave of pleasure especially now when his hips connect with your ass, bouncing against him while he has both of his hands set firmly just below your waist to keep you steady.

It's not gentle the way Eddie pummels into you but it is a steady and easy climb towards your release. It's because he knows exactly what it takes to make you cum, just minutes of him thrusting into that spot inside you that only he can reach until your belly's winding tight and your toes start to curl inside your shoes.

"Eds, I'm close", you squeak, more a warning than anything else when he pulls at your hair again. Your knees are quick to wobble when he makes you watch yourself getting ruined by him, noticing the runny mascara down your cheeks and your pretty lipstick smudged near the corner of your mouth, bare tits bouncing with every thrust.

"God, you look so good. Go on baby, give yourself a kiss", he tells you through ragged grunts, his free hand landing a few spanks on your ass for good measure.

You do as you're told, leaning closer to your reflection, your lower stomach pressing against the sink in a way that in this position, makes it feel so much more intense with his cock still inside you.

Lips just centimeters away from the glass, the idea of making out with yourself didn't strike you as all that arousing at first, only going along with it because it was something Eddie had wanted and that was reason enough for you to oblige.

You begin by pressing your lips against the cold mirror, chaste at first until you see the desperation swirling behind your hooded eyes. You looked so utterly fucked out, lips parted and your tongue lolling out with a thin rivulet of drool dripping down to your chin. You liked it more than you could understand, especially with Eddie right behind you and in view too.

Finding yourself getting worked up the longer you keep at it, the fire burning inside you only burns bigger and brighter as you see Eddie's reflection while he keeps pumping into you, his bangs stuck to his forehead with a light sweat, his lips pink and full from his teeth biting down on it and the look he gives you when you eyes connect through the mirror.

"Y'like it don't you, doll?", he asks the obvious question just to see you squirm under him, his lips pulled back into a pleased smile as you muster up the strength to nod.

Your breath fogs up the mirror as you continue to pant through Eddie's thrusts, giving him a show as traces of your red lipstick are left behind from your kisses, growing more aroused at the sight of yourself taking Eddie's cock like this.

It's sloppy and oh so perfectly dirty. Eddie watches in amazement as you tongue at your own reflection, your swollen lips leaving traces of spit all over the mirror, uncaring if Todd or his family find the muddled mess of lipstick on their mirror by tomorrow.

"That's it. You see how pretty you look like this? can't help it can you? Good girl. Use your tongue a bit more for me, yeah? fucking perfect..."

It's different being fucked like this, half of you unsure of which reflection you ought to keep your eyes fixed on as you near your climax, deciding to switch from one to the other the closer you get.

Sighing and whimpering underneath Eddie, you mean to warn him just before you tipped over the edge but with your mouth so busy as you press one last kiss against the glass, Eddie can tell that you're cumming when you squeeze your walls around his cock sporadically, crying his name out with your cheek pressed against the once clean glass.

The sight of you all spent and the feeling of you clamping down on him triggers his own orgasm, creamy white spurts filling you up between your legs while he bites down on your shoulder, grunting so deeply by your ear as he thrusts through the final wave that overcomes him.

"You did so well, baby", he groans into your clammy skin during your mutual comedown, teeth grazing the place where he'd bitten down on you as you look up to smile at him lazily through the mirror. He admires you fondly through the mirror, one hand rubbing your back.

"Also", he pats his jacket pocket while he's still inside you. "Remind me to give Todd one on the house", he finishes and the both of you share a laugh, looking over the mess on the counter top and mirror as a result of your time together.

Yeah. Todd's definitely entitled to a freebie. That's for sure.

[hyuckiefluff]

Pretty Boy pt.2

pairing: na jaemin x f!reader genre: roommates to lovers word count: 4.2k content: oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, marking (jaemin receiving), y/n is kinda bad at expressing her feelings lol, sweet jaemin :( a/n: *taps mic* hello? tysm for the support on part 1 of this story!! <33 i honestly didn’t think it would get so much love but as promised here’s part 2. it’s literally just smut lol but i hope it was worth the wait anyways.

part 1

As soon as you stepped into the room, Jaemin scooped you up, eliciting a loud squeal from you. You instinctively clung onto him as he effortlessly turned you around. Now that you were face to face, your legs wrapped around his torso, your heart would not calm down. He brushed away a few stray hairs that had fallen on your face, and that simple touch made your breath hitch in your throat.

"Are you really up for this? Cause once we start, I might not be able to stop," he whispered softly, his fingers finding their way to the back of your neck, drawing you closer. "I've been wanting to do this for so long, you have no idea."

It was as if he had plucked the words right out of your mind, and you couldn't help but slightly widen your eyes at his confession. He always seemed to possess a talent for articulating what you had been feeling but struggled to express. The truth was, you had indulged in countless fantasies about this very situation, even if you were hesitant to admit it.

Living with someone as attractive as Jaemin proved to be quite the challenge. In the first week after becoming roommates, you found yourself confined to the safety of your own room, too shy to venture out whenever he was around. It was kind of funny, considering that you had known each other for years, albeit without much interaction, despite being part of the same friend group. Your decision to room together was less about being close and more about the practicality of splitting the rent with someone. He happened to be the only one in your circle who needed a roommate, and that's how you ended up in this situation.

The only reason you let your guard down with him was because he turned out to be one needy guy, always craving company. And it became crystal clear that he wouldn’t let you be awkward around him when he burst into your room one day, demanding that you join him for a movie. "It feels like I live alone, and it sucks," he pouted, his need for attention catching you off guard. Still, you found his little tantrum adorable and you only became closer since that day.

As you got to know Jaemin better, you noticed that he had a naturally flirty personality. It seemed like he had an active dating life too, based on what you could gather. You wouldn't label him as a player, though you did witness him hooking up at a few parties you attended together. Still, he never brought anyone home. Your friends would insist that he treated you differently, but you didn't buy into that. Jaemin was just an affectionate person by nature, that's all. His touchy gestures had become so common that you didn't read too much into them. Whether it was him placing his hand on your waist as you walked side by side or playfully toying with your fingers when he was bored you knew it was simply his way of showing comfort and familiarity with you.

You understood him better than anyone else. There was no hidden meaning behind those gestures—it was simply his way of expressing affection in his own Jaemin-esque style.

"I... I wanted this too," you confessed, taking a deep breath. "A lot, actually."

A gorgeous smile spread across his face, crinkling the corners of his eyes. You couldn't help but smile back before leaning in and kissing him. The kiss was sweet and slow, as if you wanted to savor every second.

As soon as your hands found their way to Jaemin's head, you tangled your fingers in his hair and gave it a gentle pull. A satisfied moan escaped his lips, letting you know he enjoyed that. He led you towards the bed and gently placed you down on the mattress. It struck you that you were in his room, and for some reason, that made you a little jittery. You couldn't recall ever seeing him sneak anyone into his bedroom before, so you wondered if you were the first to do this with him in his own bed.

But the sight in front of you snapped you back to reality. Jaemin was taking off his shirt, revealing a jaw-dropping view of his torso. Sure, you had seen him shirtless in the past, but you'd never really taken the time to truly look at him. His abs were chiseled, and his chest... Well, let's just say it was firm and big. If your face wasn't already burning from the intense kissing, it would have turned an even deeper shade of crimson.

Jaemin clearly found your staring amusing because he shot you a playful smile before closing the distance between your bodies. He positioned himself on top of you, supporting his weight with his arms. His half-nakedness was a big distraction, making it harder for you to maintain eye contact.

"It's not fair that you get to ogle me while you're still fully clothed," he quipped, grabbing your jaw to make you look at him. When your eyes met, he had this exaggerated mischievous smile that made you giggle and eased some of your nerves.

Jaemin had never seen you with so little clothing on, which made you hesitate for a moment. Still, you mustered up the courage and boldly grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. No bra, because who bothered with that at home, right? The look on Jaemin's face when he saw you was absolutely priceless. It was as if he couldn't decide which expression to settle on. His gaze fixated on your chest, a mix of curiosity and adoration in his eyes. He nibbled his lip before locking eyes with you.

"You're fucking gorgeous," he blurted out, followed by a dry chuckle. "It’s unbelievable." With those words hanging in the air, he leaned in to kiss you again. The sensation of your bare chests pressing together elicited equally desperate moans from both of you.

Before long, Jaemin started to peel off his sweats. But right before he could remove his boxers, a panicked expression flashed across his face. "Hold on a second," he muttered, scurrying over to one of his drawers and rummaging through it, tossing random stuff aside. After a minute or two of frantic searching, he paused and scratched his neck.

"No condoms?" you asked, finding the situation and his reaction a bit comical.

He turned to face you, his eyebrows furrowing, worried big eyes framed by his long, pretty eyelashes, and a slight pout forming on his lips. It was quite a sight, to be honest.

"I could have sworn I had some," he replied, sounding a bit defeated.

"Well, I guess we can't proceed then," you sighed dramatically, teasing him a little to see his reaction. In reality, you were on birth control and it had been months since you last had sex, plus you trusted that Jaemin was clean. You just wanted to see how he'd respond to the situation.

"I guess not," he mumbled, his mood deflating.

He looked utterly adorable in that moment, like a puppy who had been denied a treat. Unable to resist, you got up and pulled him down to your eye level, whispering something into his ear.

"How about you fuck me…raw?"

You heard the audible gulp that escaped his throat, and when you pulled back slightly to gauge his reaction, you wished you could take a picture of the look on his face. His eyes seemed ready to pop out of their sockets, and his mouth hung open, as if he was about to say something, but the words just wouldn't come out.

"W-What?" he stammered, clearly taken aback.

He never expected those words to come out of your pretty mouth.

"I'm on birth control, and I'm clean," you reassured him, trying your best not to burst into laughter as he visibly relaxed. "And you're clean too, right?"

He nodded frantically, and without wasting another moment, you pulled him into another kiss. This time, it was messier, more urgent, as you both stumbled backward and fell onto the bed, your lips still locked together.

All the teasing and anticipation had both of you on the edge, so you wasted no time stripping off the last bits of clothing. Jaemin's eyes were locked onto your body immediately. He let out a low curse under his breath, his gaze roaming freely over your figure, soaking in every curve and crevice. He couldn't believe his damn luck.

You also couldn't help but indulge in the sight before you. Mesmerized by how his arms flexed as he supported himself above you and how firm his chest felt under your eager hands. Every now and then, his collarbone would tease you too, sticking out just enough to dare you to leave your mark on it.

Jaemin's lips traveled down your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses that made your whole body shake with anticipation. He zeroed in on your breasts, showering them with kisses and playful nibbles, the attention causing your nipples to perk up. At the same time, his hand ventured south, heading straight for the heat between your thighs. When he discovered how wet you were already, a satisfied whimper escaped his lips. Without wasting a beat, he redirected his attention down there, temporarily forgetting about your breasts. With a slow and teasing motion, he slipped off your panties, revealing just how soaked and sticky they were from your arousal. The sight seemed to drive him wild. "Fuck, this is so hot," he breathed out, his voice brimming with desire.

You were on the verge of losing your damn mind with him being so close to your most sensitive spot but not touching it. The warmth of his breath down there was overwhelming, making you forget any self-consciousness. And when you felt his mouth planting kisses on your inner thigh, you were already so far gone you could have thrown all decorum away and begged for him to do something.

"I'm not stopping until all you can say is my name," he promised with a smirk, and without any further warning, he dove right in.

You moaned loudly, caught off guard yet incredibly grateful he was bringing sweet relief to the throbbing ache in your lower stomach. His mouth wasted no time getting cozy down there, switching between kisses, sucks, and licks that sent shockwaves through your body. Maybe it had been way too long since you'd had any action, or maybe he just knew exactly what he was doing, but fuck, you were already on the brink of your first orgasm.

It was crazy how quickly things escalated. A half hour ago you were just hanging out, trying to apply mascara on him, and now he was going down on you. Na Jaemin, the same guy who always drinks his coffee with enough shots to fuel a rocket, screams his balls off during scary movies and uses up your skincare products. That guy was now eating you out like a Michelin-star meal. Who would've guessed? You didn't want to ruin the moment by overthinking how this might change things between you, though. Not that you could even form a coherent thought, with his expert tongue doing magical things down there.

Finally, his eyes met yours, and you could see a glimmer of something animalistic in them. It should've freaked you out a little, but it only turned you on even more. Unable to resist, you grabbed onto his head and pushed him down, silently pleading for him to keep going. Your orgasm was so close, Jaemin knew it too from the way your legs were shaking and closing in on his head. Your hips started to move, grinding against his face like it was second nature. And the way he moaned and groaned against you told you that he loved it.

His tongue was insane, twirling and swirling with a mind of its own. Seriously, how the hell was he so good at this? Words stumbled out of your mouth incoherently as you tried to form a sentence amidst the overwhelming sensations.

"Don't... don't stop," you managed to gasp out, your voice laced with desperation.

He took your plea to heart, intensifying his lapping and sucking. His grip tightened on your thighs, fingers digging deliciously into your flesh as he anchored himself to you. The combination of his insistent mouth and his tight grasp left you writhing and squirming, completely at his mercy. With each flick of his tongue, you felt yourself unraveling, teetering on the edge of an explosive orgasm. And then it hit you, a release that left you gasping for air. You recoiled ever so slightly from the overstimulation, but he didn't let up. His lips remained locked to your throbbing core, greedily savoring every last drop of your release, as if he couldn't get enough of you.

With one final kiss he finally moved away, a glistening trail of your essence still connecting you. The sight alone threatening to tip you over the edge once again. He licked his lips slowly, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made it clear he knew exactly what he was doing to you. He started crawling up towards you then.

"Has anyone..." he began, his voice low as he closed the distance between your faces, his warm breath ghosting over your skin, "told you..." his words trailed off, delivered with a deliberate slowness that was driving you crazy, "that you taste..." his face was now mere inches away from yours, his lips teasingly brushing against yours, "fucking delicious."

“Hm, really?” You let your hands wander, fingers tangling in his disheveled locks, pulling him closer.

"If you don't believe me," he whispered huskily, his lips hovering millimeters away from yours, "taste it for yourself."

He closed the remaining distance between your mouths. It was a moment of pure sensory overload, your taste mingling with his. Even though you had just cummed, you craved more of him. You needed him inside you, to fill you up and to bring him pleasure in return. So without wasting a second, you switched positions, the sudden change making him gasp in surprise. Now you were straddling him, your bare core brushed against his lower stomach and his dick pressed against your ass. The sight of your naked body on top of him was something he never thought would happen in real life, and he couldn't help but stare with his mouth hanging open. He instinctively placed his hands on your hips, caressing them gently and giving them a little squeeze, just to make sure this wasn't some crazy dream.

You whispered something in his ear, but he was so lost in the moment that he couldn't even make out the words. However, as soon as he saw you positioning his dick at your entrance, reality snapped back into focus, and his breath hitched in anticipation. He was barely inside you, just the tip, and he already felt like he was about to lose his mind. The way your brows furrowed and your plump lips parted as he stretched you out was incredibly hot, enough to make him almost cum right then and there. But he quickly shook himself out of the trance and firmly gripped your hips to help guide you down onto him.

"Fuck..." he gasped, his voice strained as he buried himself deep inside you.

He was wonderfully thick, stretching you in ways that demanded your body to adjust. You needed a moment to accommodate his size, to savor the delicious sensation of being filled so completely. He granted you the time you needed, showing an unexpected patience as if he, too, needed some time to adjust to the overwhelming tightness that enveloped him. The way you clamped around him now, it felt like an eternity since you had last been filled this good.

The pressure and friction threatened to push Jaemin right over the edge though, and the last thing he wanted was an embarrassing premature orgasm. So, thinking quickly, he flipped both of you over. He wanted nothing more than for you to ride him, but he also knew he had to set the pace to ensure he could last longer.

"Sorry, love, but you're squeezing me so damn tight in that position," he said, and you nodded in understanding. You didn’t really care about positions, all you wanted was for him to fuck you into oblivion.

And that he definitely did. Once he saw you were more comfortable, he started to move, slowly at first. It took a second to find a rhythm that felt good for both of you, but when he saw the way your face contorted in pleasure and how exquisitely tight you became around him, he knew he had found it.

“F-faster..” you moaned, and he obliged immediately.

He raised your leg a bit, resting it on his shoulder and planting a kiss on your thigh before moving. This new angle allowed him to penetrate even deeper, hitting all the right spots that had you moaning so pathetically loud. You couldn't help but thank your lucky stars that it was just the two of you in here, but at the same time, the thin walls made you hyper-aware of your own loudness. Guess it's time to eat your words about the noisy neighbors, huh?

Jaemin kissed you while keeping that delicious pace. He whispered both dirty and sweet words against your mouth as he rammed into you, his eyes only straying from your face to take in the sight of your bodies coming together. The room was filled with a symphony of sinful sounds that would make even the most hardened eardrums blush. Yet, you couldn't bring yourself to care anymore if anyone heard. Not when Jaemin had taken it upon himself to make you feel so good. He held nothing back, unleashing a chorus of moans and whimpering that let you know just how much he was enjoying himself.

At that moment, you discovered that you really liked hearing a man become this desperate in bed. But what truly stoked your fire was knowing that you were the one responsible for reducing Jaemin to such a state. It was an ego boost like no other, sending your confidence soaring to new heights. Breaking away from the kiss, an idea took hold of you, and without warning, you swiftly flipped both of you over, seizing control.

The game for dominance was on again, and you were determined to prove just how good you could make Jaemin feel. His chest heaved, his eyes devouring the sight of you bouncing on his cock. He was utterly helpless, unable to control his expressions or the guttural groans that spilled from his lips. It was a side of him you never thought you’d ever see, his vulnerability laid bare as you pushed him to the brink of pleasure-induced tears. The intensity of the sensations made his head fall back, his eyes rolling to the back of his skull as you squeezed around him deliciously.

Taking advantage of the opening, you set your sights on his neck, starting with wet kisses that gradually escalated to nibbles and gentle sucks. You quickly found his weak spot right below his ear. Every time your lips closed around that particular spot, his grip tightened on your hips, and his cock twitched inside you in response.

"Fuck... k-keep doing that," he managed to gasp out, his voice husky and strained from the exertion.

So you did, you kept sucking on all the spots that he liked and as you continued your ministrations he thrusted into you harder and more desperately edging you both closer to the release.

"I-I-m... c..." Your words trailed off into a jumble of incomprehensible sounds. The pleasure was too intense for coherent sentences to form.

"Jaemin..." The syllables of his name escaped your lips repeatedly, like a desperate mantra. This seemed to rile him up even more, prompting him to hold you tighter and unleash a frenzy of powerful thrusts that defied all restraint. He knew exactly how to hit that sweet spot, driving you crazy with each perfectly aimed thrust.

He adjusted his position, sitting up slightly to gain better control. This subtle shift allowed him to fuck deeper into you. "Jaemin, fu-—" You couldn't hold back, sinking your teeth into his shoulder and scratching at him. He was fucking you so hard into your second orgasm that you could no longer control your own body. The climax hit you with such force that it felt like a burst of stars behind your closed eyelids.

"Fuck!" he yelled and with a few more sloppy thrusts, he finally came undone, riding the waves of your orgasm until you were both spent. The intensity of the moment left you both so physically exhausted that all you could do was collapse against each other, breathless and sweaty.

You wish the post-nut clarity didn’t hit you as hard as it did , but as you mustered the courage to lift your face from Jaemin’s neck and meet his gaze, a flood of thoughts raced through your mind.

What the fuck are we now?

He seemed to grasp the unspoken thoughts that danced in your eyes, as he often did.

"Don't do that," he murmured, leaving a kiss on your nose.

"Do what?" you whispered back.

"Don't look at me as if something has changed between us," he replied, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

"But something did change," you admitted weakly, your voice betraying your vulnerability.

"No, you're still you, and I'm still me. We just know each other a little more intimately now, and maybe that's for the best.”

You furrowed your brows at his words, not quite understanding. He sighed upon seeing your lost expression and decided to just let it all out.

“Yeah we had sex, and it was amazing and I so badly want to do this again I could cry but no matter what happens between us, I’m always gonna be your annoying roommate," he ruffled your hair softly.

You let out a contented sigh at his words, but doubt still lingered. "Don't you think it will be weird though?…Now that... you know," you trailed off, averting your gaze, feeling a sudden shyness.

"What? Now that you've seen what my dick looks like?" he said with a playful tone, making you laugh and gently slap his arm. "Sure, maybe you're a bit starstruck, but I promise you, it'll be fine.

"Can you be serious for a second?" you asked, rolling your eyes playfully, but he gently grabbed your chin, urging you to meet his gaze.

"I am serious. I don’t think it’ll be weird at all. I don’t know about you but I really, really enjoyed it," he confessed, his sincerity sent your heart racing, making it hard to ignore the depth of his feelings. "Y/N, I've liked you for a while now. I mean, everyone else could see it, right? I'm tired of pretending it's nothing or that I can just get over it. Living with you just makes it harder to ignore. You're the first thing on my mind in the morning and the last thing before I sleep. I'm sorry if this sounds rushed or random, but it's not just because of the amazing orgasm you just gave me. I've never been this serious about anything in my life, and you know me well enough to know I mean it." The words spilled out effortlessly, almost like he had rehearsed them (he totally did).

You didn't need to say a single word in response. The way you were looking at him with such genuine affection conveyed everything without the need for verbal confirmation. Jaemin was definitely the more expressive of the two when it came to feelings but he was always able to pick up on the subtle cues and actions that hinted at your affection. Despite your tough exterior and cutthroat attitude towards others, he noticed how you always softened in his presence. Your face would light up, that permanent frown vanishing, as soon as he acted silly or cracked a joke. And when it came to physical touch, he saw how guarded you were with everyone else, even your closest friends. Yet, you always welcomed his hugs and kisses freely, as if it was second nature. All these little signs had added up over time, painting a clear picture of your feelings, even if it was challenging for you to express them in words. Jaemin had picked up on those clues, cherishing each one as the evidence that confirmed what he had hoped for all along – that you liked him just as much as he liked you.

"Oh, and I meant it when I said I'd love to do it again," he added after a few seconds, trying to play it cool.

"Same here... and, uh, by the way, your mascara is all smudged," you blurted out, the realization making you both chuckle.

feedback is greatly appreciated! also feel free to send requests! i’ll try to post on here more often.

[verlaineszz]

"My lover, take cover, it's time for fire!"

PRINCESS AFAB! READER x YOKAI! FOREST PROTECTER DAZAI!

( ၴႅၴ+—SUMMARY: The kingdom particularly wasn't fond of the princess due to the conservative misogynistic beliefs, they expected a boy from the start to take over the throne, so the mistreatment happened since the princess was born. Jagged breathing filled the air as the princess ran through the forest as an escape, it was the middle of the night before the princess hid behind a tree, taking deep breaths and looking around before getting surrounded by a red fog and circled by a tall figure with tails and ears, a figure that was sooned to be destined the princess's savior.

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖FLUFF + SLIGHT ANGST + ROYAL AU˖˚ֶָ֢‧࿔

A/N: I'll let you guys get a good ending.. I guess........ ;-;

also the first part is just a backstory and before reader ran away!!

ᯓ ⁺₊ ♱ .ᐟ — WARNINGS: Cursing, small super duper small mention of blood, a good ending, misogyny (from the kingdom, not dazai -_-..), petnames

Originally, the kingdom wanted a boy. Everybody was praying for another boy to be born since the first beliefs everyone had, that a man will always be stronger, and will always be the one that would do better on the throne. All the kingdoms joy slowly dissappeared when they heard a female was the one that was gonna be born, everyone became devasted.. Which led you to being known as a disappointment to the entire kingdom. All eyes went to your younger brother, same features as you and characteristics but the difference was, he was a male.

The favoritism between you and your brother was so different. Your parents indifference towards you was evident that you weren't special to them.

All this treatment towards your brother made him act immature and spoiled.

Now to present times.. Your parents currently made a fool out of you during one of the royal events, while they praised your brother. During the whole scenario, your hands were clutched and your knuckles white, it hurt. Everyone stared and laugh, your own family did this to you.

As they laugh, you slowly excused yourself and walk away, the second you left the sights of the crowd, you ran. You ran as fast as you could. You went in your room and removed some of the layerd of your dress, everything was heavy. It was overstimulating, tears escaped from your eyes because of how much anger you held against your family, you wore something lighter to go out, some longer bloomers, socks, an above the ankle length skirt and you packed your things in a slingbag, a dagger slid down the thigh garter pocket incase of self defense, you took your cloak and put it around you.

You looked around and outside the window if anyone was watching you, you were paranoid. It was already near dark so you snuck out.

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Running through the woods was tough, the rough and spikey rocks were always in the way, it was getting dark but atleast the stars and the moonlight illuminated brightly so you can atleast have some light source, during the first period of running, you tripped and scraped your knee multipe times, you couldn't help to run. You felt all the negative feelings anyway..

Your breath was unsteady, the blood dripped down your knee and you slowed down, your movements became sluggish, you sigh and walk farther in the forest, having no clue where you even were right now. You had a map but you were too tired to get it out, as you walked sluggishly, at the corner of your eye you saw something. A black figure circling fast.

You gulped and stop dead at your tracks from fear, this can't be happening right? You weren't even aware that there. Might've been ghosts around the area, you cover your mouth with shakey arms to stop yourself from screaming, you began to ran.

Your breath became jagged as you ran, sweat trickled dowm your back as you ran, without looking down where you stepped, you tripped again. Leaving a patch of blood on the ground, you try to catch your breath and you sit down, leaning on a tree before seeing red fog.. It was a beautiful crimson red. You crawl backwards, letting out a gasp as a tall figure immerged from the fog, he had brown brunette hair, brown eyes, 9 tails and fox ears on his head.. He grinned as he looked at you, walking to you slowly.

He wore a dark crimson red hakama kimono and a mischievous grin.

"What the.. Who are you?! Don't get any closer!" you yelled, he tilted his head to the side with pursed lips, he stared at your bleeding legs and bruised arms. You notice this action and cover them up, he sighed and obliged, not getting any closer since he respected your boundaries.

"But your injured. I can smell the reek of blood from you, yknow." he pouted and looked to the side with his arms crossed, still keeping a safe distance from you.

"This is none of your business." you snarked back

"Maybe it is." he grinned at you, he already knew who you were, he has been guarding the forests for years, he always knows what the news are in the city, and that led him to catch an interest towards you, he somehow empathizes with you.

"Unless you want that to get infected." he slowly walked closer to you, he bent down and checked your wounds as you sat there, not really knowing what to do.. He was quite attractive, but then again, you don't trust anyone.. But he did have a point.

You look to the side and scratch the behind of your neck, his presence was oddly comforting but the suddenness made you feel weird, it was like a paradox, and you didn't know if you should let him get even near you.. He had 9 tails and ears for godsake...

He looked at your tearstained face and he smiles softly, "Do you have a place to stay at? What're you even doing here anyway.."

"... I dont, but I'm here because i ran away."

"tsk tsk tsk.." he shaked his head, "Don't be so reckless next time, since you are a pretty little thing. Why dont i help you out?"

You raise a brow, "Really? You will?" you ask skeptically.

He chuckles and puts his hands on your wounds, your eyes widens when he touched you, it stung before a crimson glow emitted from his hand, the glow healed your wounds.

"Wait..how..?" you look back at him in awe, he laughed and rest his elbow on his knee while his cheek was againts his palm. "Don't worry about that bella, do you want a place to stay at for tonight?"

You blinked, "uh.. And how do i know i can trust you?"

"I just healed you?" he replied back.

He did have a point.. "Okay, i do need a place to stay at for tonight."

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The trip to his realm was breathtaking, it was a whole nother realm. The crimson realm. The moon was a glowy red, the trees were red leaved weeping willows and there were red lamps everywhere, and a row of toriis.

Everything had a beautiful illuminating red, as you left the multiple rows of torii gates stairs, you were greeted with bustling red and orange lights, chatter, and a tune played by a shamisen, dazai patted your head and turned your attention to him. "That's just the market, my dear. Let's go to my place." he smiled softly at you.

"okay.." you nodded and followed him.

The forest full of weeping red leafed willows and a beautiful clear river that reflected the moonlight was beautiful, he walked through the path and walk on a tall red bridge. The bridge was high, you looked down and saw a white fog abyss. Dazai smirked and tapped your shoulder, pointing at the sky. The sky was a beautiful glowy dark red, it was only red because the moon illuminated it. Up at the distance were floating foggy houses, it was all floating in the sky, you smiled softly and chuckled, you were definitely happy that you went with him.

He notices your smile and he chuckles, finding your little reactions cute.

The ongoing trip was beautiful, everything was so picturesque and this is probably the most happiest you have ever been, you and dazai eventually reached his home.. And his house was big.. It isn't even a house, it was a mansion. It was a tall tenshu. The length of the house was so tall that you couldn't even see the top, it was ongoing into the foggy abyss up in the sky.

"This is absolutely gorgeous." you say in awe while you stared.

"Aw.. Thank you!" dazai chuckled.

The trip into his palace was like a Rollercoaster, there were multiple foxes guiding the both of you into it, "If you ever get lost, just ask one of the foxes, this place is infinite so don't try to find out whats the highest floor."

Oh.. Err.. You nod and continue following him along the way, each step, walls kept changing, his place was a maze and a puzzle that only he could solve.

"So, er.. Why are you taking me in?" you asked as you followed him in little puppy steps.

"Well why not? You're a pretty little thing and i can't leave you alone in the woods can i?" he smirked and tilted his head to the side abit as you followed him into his room

The scent of something floral flooded your nose, he really did know how to keep a place looking sleek. Red and yellow lamps surrounded the hallways, you follow dazai and as he tours you around, you notice how lonely it must be in his big place.

He sits you down on a chabudai table which already had food laid out on it, brewed tea and chopsticks, as if dazai knew he'd be taking you home for tonight.

He sits right infront of you, a cocky smirk plastered on his face, "so how do you like this place?"

"The aroma and the art in this place is beautiful." you reply back with a chuckle, gently taking the chopsticks and looking at the food served at the table, as soon you took the chopsticks, he did as well, eating the same phase as you while talking.

"Not as beautiful as you though!" he mutters in a sing-song tone, like he was saying it sarcastically, when he fully knows, he meant it.

"Oh cut that out" you snarked back, before chuckling. As soon as the corners of your lips turned up, dazai felt pleased with himself, staring at your pretty face and thinking about how you'd look tainted in his affection and obsession.

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After their meal together, dazai leads you to the red and yellow lamp lit halls, with foxes lying around and playing everywhere, the atmosphere calm with a faint shamisen sound filled the halls with a low hum of an energy that reeked of awaiting and satisfaction.. Since dazai did create this realm in his own magick, surely must of hus thoughts or emotions have been engraved in the air right?

Dazai leads yoy down a long, shadowed corridor. His usual aloofness has melted away, and he seems to radiate a possessive intensity, his eyes watching your every movement as you are his most precious treasure and priority.

Finally, he stops in front of a large, ornate door, its wood dark and polished, the carvings on it glowing faintly as if they’re alive. He opens the door and gestures for you to step inside, what a gentleman i guess?

The room is extravagant, more extravagant than your room in your own home. Every corner of the room is adorned with trinkets and ornaments that flows a mysterious, ancient charm, treasures he has collected over countless centuries, just to impress you.

Dazai’s gaze never leaves her, his expression dark with yearning. “This is all yours now,” he says, voice low. "Just for you, my dear." he winked.

There’s a strange glint in his eyes that you couldn't put a finger to. Was it a glint of approval? Promiscuity?

He swiftly walks behind you, extending a hand to pat your head, grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles, making you jump abit.

Days turn to weeks and weeks turn into months, and each and every day, Dazai's obsession deepens, a deep affection eating him with urges of wanting your touch and words, say his name and he's wrapped around your finger.

Every morning, he is there whenever you wake up, as if he was watching your every move.. Always greeting you with a possesive look, always feeding you delicacies from both the human world and his own Realm, dishes and delights reserved only for royalty. He takes his time to pour you tea, serving you as though you were an empress and he , your one and only devoted subject.

Though during the first few weeks of dazai acting like you were the empress of the realm, some spirits first looked at you with suspicion.. Since you are a human lady. But slowly and surely, the way dazai looked at you and how you somehow always reject his advances, the spirit folks got used to it, worshipping you slowly as dazais influence spread around the realm like wildfire. Giving you the royal attention and treatment you deserved.

By night, Dazai stands guard at your door or sits beside you, gently peppering your knuckles with kisses, his gaze lingering over you with an almost feverish intensity. He often brushes his fingers along yoru hand, and though his touch is gentle, there’s a power behind it.. a silent oath that promises to keep you safe, adored, and worshipped.

Unbeknownst to you, Dazai has already begun initiating his planned wrath upon the family that mistreated you..

In the mortal realm, your family’s wealth starts to burn into ash slowly, their alliances falling apart in ways that seem like mere misfortunes but are far too perfectly timed..

Of course, dazai, the bastard he is, never told you.. Since he was too busy giving you a good time so you'd never even think of leaving his realm that he made just for you, within each touch from you shoulder to your neck, blood is already dripping down from the neck of the people who hurt you,

And each night, as you drifts off to sleep in your room adorned with luxury, Dazai’s adoration swells to something beyond mortal love.

A/n: this fic is super rushed... I was originally gonna make it more bloody but i got tired. Giving you guys a taste of fluff.

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[thelov3lybookworm]

You Think I Wanted This? (Part 3)

Part 1 Part 2

Summary: Are all royals this arrogant?

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A/n: Hehe 🤭

anyways, enjoy!

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Y/n tightened her hold on the muscular arm she held, shooting a warning glare at her husband, letting him know his temper would not help him.

He had the audacity to roll his eyes as he looked away, before nodding at something the lord in front of them said.

After the priest had declared Y/n and Xaden married, everyone had started approaching them to congratulate them, to get to know the legendary man Y/n had married.

And now, for the past few hours, Y/n had been stuck holding onto her husband's arm and laughing at every dumb joke the pompous lords and ladies threw their way, nodding along and pretending like she was not, quite literally, questioning their intelligence.

Her hand was cramping with the way she had not moved her arm once, her legs ready to drop her any moment, her back plotting her murder. She could also feel a headache coming, and knowing that her husband was likely going to spew some stupid arguments when they were in the confines of her bedroom walls, she was sure tonight she was going to die.

"I'll take my leave then, leave you to go get some rest." The lord the new couple were talking to laughed, winking and clasping Xaden's shoulder. His whole body shook with the laughter at his own insinuation, the poor buttons on his shirt looking ready to give up any moment as Y/n felt Xaden's arm tense under her grip.

She clenched her hand again for what felt like the hundredth time that night, pulling her hand back slightly to let him know that no, he couldn't punch everyone's teeth out.

From the corner of her eyes, she saw his jaw clenching, and sighed.

"Thank you so much for attending, my lord. Have a pleasant ride home and good night." Y/n mumbled, offering one of her most pleasant smiles as she tugged her husband away, who followed grudgingly.

"I should have killed him right there."

Y/n reigned in her sigh, signalling to her guards that she was about to retire for the night. The four men peeled themself off from the dais wall behind Y/n- where they'd been stationed at while Y/n had been engaging in conversation- and took their positions around her, two in front, two at her back.

Xaden glanced at the, and Y/n could feel his hackles rising.

A sharp glance at him had him sighing, glaring back at her.

The moment they were out of the great hall, Y/n let go of his arm, flexing her sweaty palm, disgusted.

One of her guards from behind her, Hart, wordlessly handed her a napkin, and she nodded back at him as she took it, wiping her hand.

She could feel Xaden staring at her, so she turned her head to meet his eyes.

"I don't like being sweaty."

His eyebrows rose, but she turned away, handing the napkin back to Hart, watching as his awaiting hand retreated.

Rolling her neck, Y/n continued walking towards her room without looking, the route through the winding passages and hallways now as familiar to her as the back of her palm.

"Every time, I'm reminded why I hate dinners."

All of the four guards chuckled, the two she could still see in front of her, Alex and Paul, shaking their head.

Reaching up, Y/n fixed her tiara, brushing off the stray strands of hair in her face as the group turned a corner and the door to Y/n's chambers came into view.

She was ready for this day to be over.

Alex reached out as they got closer, pushing open the door and walking into the sitting chamber that led into the different rooms. As soon as Paul and Alex stepped foot inside, they peeled away, waiting as they held open the doors for Y/n and Xaden, who walked straight towards the door on the opposite wall that led to Y/n's bedchambers.

Xaden seemed intrigued by the way he kept glancing at Y/n, her guards and around the chambers. Y/n though, she paid him no mind, as she came to a halt in front of the doors, patiently waiting as Hart reached forward to open the doors. Y/n smiled a little at all her guards, even Paul and Alex, who watched from the open doorway before walking back out into the hallway.

"Princess?"

Y/n paused when Hart called out, about to shut the door behind her.

"Yes?"

He shared a look with Floyd, who smirked. "Do you want us to leave our post for the night? You know," He shot a meaningful look towards a stoic Xaden, grinning. "give you some privacy?"

Usually, Y/n a very friendly relation with her guards and maids, but this was not something she found funny as she stared Hart and Floyd down until the two of them started shuffling awkwardly.

Then she turned away, throwing a Good night over her shoulder.

She walked over to her vanity, doing her best to ignore her bed, because she knew the moment she looked at the plush pillows and blankets, she would ditch the idea of getting undressed.

Through the mirror, Y/n could see Xaden taking in the room, his eyebrows high.

She knew stupid words were going to come out of that soft mouth, so she spoke before he could.

"You can take the floor. Or you can sleep on the bd, next to me. But no touching."

He blinked, a scowl taking over his face as he turned to her. "You think you can order me around? Just because you are a princess does not mean you're above everyone-"

"I am, actually."

He stilled. "What?"

Having finished removing the accessories the maids put into her hair, Y/n turned to meet his eyes. "My father rules over this kingdom. What makes you think I'm not above everyone?"

Usually, Y/n hated thinking about it, let alone speaking of her high rank, but this man was truly getting on her nerves with his handsome face and an equally ugly personality.

His eyes hardened. "Are all the royals this arrogant or are you a rare breed?"

Y/n was known to be one of the calmest people in the whole of the palace and the healers quadrant, but she would have to forfeit that title if he kept his mouth open.

She took a couple of steps forward, walking till she was right in front of him.

"You listen here Riorson. This, is my chambers. You either listen to me, or you listen to my father. The choice is yours."

He glared back at her, opening his mouth to speak. But she didn't let him as she turned away, walking over to the door that led to her walk-in wardrobe.

"Get comfortable, Riorson. You might get anything you want outside of these palace walls, but tonight, you stay here."

"And what if I don't?"

Y/n turned to glance at him, giving him a once over.

"You will lose your head if my father's loses his temper. Its that simple."

Y/n could hear him curse her, and she smiled as she turned away, dismissing him.

She was too tired to care at the moment.

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[anonsturniolo]

Handcuffed to love ✧₊⁺

policeofficer/probationofficer!matt x criminal!reader

Part 1 of ???

warnings: mentions of drugs. mature themes follow, read at your own risk.

Waking up in a jail cell wasn’t on my bingo card, for my entire life to be quite honest. An innocent college party turned into a police raid, leaving me to get caught with a microscopic bag of coke in my purse. To make matters even worse, I was arrested by the hottest cop I had ever seen. 

He had bright blue eyes, perfectly tanned skin, and a delicious amount of tattoo’s scattered across his left arm. My hazy mind at the time wanted to trace each and every one with my tongue, but I knew better. He had looked at me with a different type of disgust, and I knew he would never want anything to do with me. A girl could dream though. 

“Y/N Y/L/N?” A deep voice broke me out of my thoughts. I look up to find the cop from last night staring straight at me. I stand up on shaky legs, stepping up to the metal bars. 

“What's up?” I ask, not sure if I was being released or if he was just making sure I was still here. I glanced at the name tag sprawled across his shoulder, reading M. Sturniolo. 

“Hands.” He sighed, holding a pair of handcuffs. I slide my hands into the now open slot that was waist level, letting him slide the cuffs over my wrists, wincing as he tightens them.

“Sorry.” He murmured to me as he took a step back, looking towards someone down the hall before a buzz sounds and the door is unlocked. He opens the door, gesturing to me to come out of the cell. I take a few timid steps, not wanting to push my luck. I had no idea what was happening or where I was going. 

His warm hand wraps around my bicep, urging me forward. We walk in silence and I take the time to glance around as we walk. I find several women sitting and crying as they enter jail cells and make phone calls. My heart breaks for them, wondering what led them to be here. 

He opens a door, leading me into what I assume is an investigation room. There were two metal chairs on opposite sides of a dirty metal table, a large two way mirror taking up a good portion of the wall behind the chair he was guiding me to. 

“Here's the deal Miss Y/N,” He starts, sitting down across from me, “You can tell me the name of who you got the drugs from, pay a small fine, do some time on probation, and get the hell out of here.” He cuts right to the chase, leaning his arms against the table and shifting forward. 

“So you need just the name?” I clarify, making him nod. “So you don’t need an arrest before this deal takes place?” I question, watching the way his eyes slightly widen in surprise. 

“What makes you ask that?” He questions, glancing at the mirror behind me. 

I shrug, smiling at him sheepishly, “I may have been watching Breaking Bad all week.” I tell him, almost grinning to myself as I see the corners of his mouth turn upwards, fighting the urge to smile. 

“No, we don’t need to make any arrests for your deal to take place. This is your first offense, and you passed the drug test.” He informed me, making me nod. “So, the name?” He asks after a couple beats of silence. 

“I’ll tell you his name on one condition.” I state bravely, despite the fact I wanted to start bawling. 

He shakes his head, “You think you can make demands now darlin’?” He rasps, making my stomach twist with anxiety. 

I nod anyway, “I have something you want, and I want my deal to be a tad bit sweeter.” I responded calmly. I needed to keep my cool so I could also keep the upper hand. 

“What is it?” He questions curiously, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms across his chest. 

It’s my turn to lean forward on the table, looking him directly in the eyes, “I want all of this to come off my record once my probation is over.” I speak slowly and carefully, leaving no room for any misunderstanding. He nods softly, before he rises to his feet, holding up one finger before he exits the room. 

I sit in silence, letting my eyes travel across the barren room. I spot a spiderweb in the left corner of the ceiling, my skin crawling with disgust. I need to get out of here. My leg began to shake with anticipation, when I was about to start losing my mind, the door opened. 

Officer Sturniolo walks back into the room, taking the seat across from me again. He stays silent, just observing me, waiting for me to break. Two can play this game. My eye’s travel across his face, memorizing the shape of his eyebrows and the way his eyelashes flutter against his cheeks as he blinks. 

“We have our own conditions, in order to include yours.” He speaks after a few minutes of silence, I nod for him to continue, “You have one infraction during your probation, it stays on your record. You lie to us, it stays on your record.” He informs me sternly, making my mouth run dry. 

“Okay, we have a deal then.” I reply softly, lowering my eyes to the table before looking back at him confusedly, “Where do I sign?” I ask, glancing across the table but not finding any papers. 

He smirks slightly, “They’re printing up the changes, it’ll just be a few minutes.” He replies cockily, sending warmth between my legs. Of course I’d be attracted to the one man I’ll never have. We sit in a surprisingly comfortable silence, his eyes never leaving me once. The door opened to reveal a taller guy holding a stack of papers, handing them directly to officer Sturniolo before he exited the room. 

He slides them across the table with a pen, gesturing for me to sign. I quickly scanned the pages, making sure the deal was what I wanted exactly, before carefully signing. 

“How much is the fine?” I ask him, sliding the papers back to him. 

He picks them up, “With the amount of drugs you had, you got lucky and only have to pay $500.” He explains quickly, leaning across the table to unlock my handcuffs. “Probation for about 6 months given our little deal holds up, will roughly be a thousand bucks. You have until your probation is up to pay all of the fines, or your probation will be extended and face possible jail time. And our deal would be invalid.” 

I nod in understanding, watching as he slides me a blank piece of paper, “Write down the name, I’ll ask a few questions and then I’ll send you on your way.” He explains, watching me closely as I pick up the pen. I write the name down quickly, letting out a huff of air once I have finished. 

He reads it, letting a scoff past his lips, “Damien Cross?” He asks with an eyebrow raised. 

“Yeah, he hangs around campus a lot and is kinda known to have whatever party favor you could be looking for.” I shrug, I might be telling the truth but the way he’s looking at me makes me feel like a dirty liar. 

“How’d you meet him?” I frown as I realize I never even had a proper meeting with him, just kinda walked up to him and asked for the drugs. 

We were interrupted by another officer bursting into the room, “Matt, we need the room.” The cop huffed, seeming to be out of breath. 

Matt nods, coming to a stand, “We can finish this at my desk.” I nod before following him out of the room. Several officers are barreling down the hallway, a woman screaming somewhere within the group of men. My stomach sinks as I finally see her, all battered and bruised as they shove her into the room I was just in. 

“Holy shit.” I mutter to myself, putting a pep in my step and nearly walking into Matt’s back as he came to an abrupt stop. He turned his head, looking behind me before he resumed walking. I stick close to him, in fear of being swept up into something horrible. 

Matt leads me to a desk tucked into the corner of the room, pulling up a chair from the desk next to his, having me take a seat. 

For the next hour we spent talking about Damien, him taking a few notes here and there. I nearly squeal as a woman approaches us with a bag containing my belongings, instantly snatching it out of her hands. Matt gives me a funny look as I instantly stand, glancing around the room. 

“Where can I change?” I ask, turning back to Matt once I can’t find the bathroom on my own. 

“I’ll walk you.” He sighs, before he leads me out of the office side of the building, and towards the front. He stops in front of the bathrooms, opening the door for me. I step inside, closing and locking the door behind me. 

I peel off the horrible jumpsuit they had made me change into last night, slipping on my black mini skirt. I slide my arms through my tank top before I put on the belt, then finally my shoes. I gather the jail’s clothes, double checking my hair and makeup before opening the door. 

“Do I throw these away?” I asked Matt, who was without a doubt checking me out. I pop out my hip, slightly tilting my head. A grin graces my lips as his eyes shoot up to mine, a light blush dancing across his cheeks. 

He takes them from my grasp, his fingertips gently brushing against mine. Shocks shoot through my skin, but I wave it off as finding comfort with physical touch after the night I had. He walks me to the front door, stopping me before I make my escape. 

“I’ll be at your apartment at 9 AM tomorrow morning, for the first and hopefully only home visit.” He speaks lowly, peering down at me. 

“Huh?” I ask, genuinely confused. 

A slight smirk takes over his features, “I’m your probation officer, Y/N.”

[dronebiscuitbat]

Give me a Reason: Chapter 5 - "The Elliots"

N and Tessa made there way through the foyer, decorated with mahogany and antique furniture, the windows adored with velvet curtains and cleaned until you couldn't tell it was glass anymore.

There was a servant waiting for them, dressed to the nines. A clean shaven face, and short black hair with steel colored eyes. A pressed black vest over a white dress shirt and a black bow tie, N didn't know his name, he didn't know any of the servants names.

“Young Master Tessa, Master Louisa requests your presence in her study.” The servant said, monotone, with his hands behind his back.

“Of course she does… ‘ight N, see you at dinner.” She sighed and waved him off, leaving him in the foyer smiling warily at the servant, going up to his room alone it was.

There were two sets of spiral staircases the led upwards, and two hallways either side, one lead to an expansive library, full of every book, magazine and article you could imagine, the other a large dining hall, despite the table being made for twenty people, there were only ever five people sitting there at a time… usually less.

He started his way up the stairs passing hall after closed off hall of doors that lead to the different rooms of the manor, if he was being honest he didn’t know what was in most of them, they'd just moved. And he hadn't had time to actually explore his own home.

Not… that he wanted to, going from living in a modern, sleek, polished marble and right angles to this was a little bit of a culture shock. He didn't mind the rural setting; much preferred it to the foggy, polluted skyline he was used to. It was the manor itself that was… creepy.

If you would have him describe “haunted manor.” Then he'd describe the inside of this place down to the tan walls with wood accents and the ancient, well maintained hardwood underneath his feet. It wasn't just how old the place was either. Mr. And Mrs. Elliot had hired enough servents to keep the place spotless and looking like new.

It was just so big. So empty, so… oppressive.

And lonely…

He shook off those thoughts, it was fine, he'd just have to adjust to it, he was always good at going with anything, surely this would be no different.

“Don't be such a bitch J.”

“Then don't be such a pussy, V.”

Ah, that sounded like his sisters off in the next room over, bickering as per usual and probably about something small or nothing at all.

“I am not letting you anywhere near my room! Not my fault it has a window and your's doesn't, your's is bigger anyway!”

“But I'm the oldest, I deserve the window.”

“By eleven minutes! I want to see the garden, you have access to the library! Which you bitched and moaned about until you got, in case you don't remember.”

“You just want the window because it looks over the garden.”

“And? You just want the window because I enjoy looking over the garden and you have the inability to feel joy and must drag everyone else into the misery pit with you.”

“Give me your room.”

“No. Fuck you, suck my dick.”

N sighed, of all the things that had changed. That didn't, and he doubted it ever would. When he rounded the corner that's when he actually saw them, instead of listening to just their voices bickering.

V was the middle child out of the three, and she was the shortest too, if you call 5'10 short. She had short platinum blonde hair that was styled in a bob, a hairband keeping it in place perched on her head. Right now, she was in grey sweatpants and a black crop top, her arms crossed and amber eyes looking up and irate at her older sibling.

J was looking down at her, hand on her hip and long, similarly platinum hair going all the way down to her waist, she usually wore it up in a dual pair of pigtails or a ponytail, but that was absent for the moment. She wasn't in nearly the same casual clothes as V. With a short, black skirt, black, 4inch heels, and a grey business jacket over a white dress shirt. The sunglasses perched on her head were ever present, only leaving when she was sleeping. She had to have just come home if she was dressed like that.

“Hey guys.” He gave a smile towards the both of them, V gave a half-hearted smile and a wave at him, while J just rolled her eyes and scoffed, sticking her nose up at him.

“Ugh, whatever.” J walked off, heels clicking as she went down the hall towards her room, V let out a long suffering sigh and pinched the bridge of her nose before she looked N over.

“Good first day?” She asked, leaning against the wall and giving him a small smile, he relaxed a little bit, without J around, V tended to be in a better mood.

“Yeah! My teachers all seem nice! And I made a friend… I think.” When he thought about Uzi, she seemed…quiet, but also not? He wasn't entirely sure if he would consider what they had a ‘freindship’ per say. He thought she was cool, and they'd talked a handful of times.

Which was… more then he had with most people honestly, most found him a little… much.

“You think? What's that supposed to mean,” She curled

“It was mostly me talking…” He admitted, rubbing the back of his head and grinning sheepishly. “But! She let me borrow a pencil! That I… forgot to give back… but still!”

“Sounds like you just met someone and they took pity on you.” V replied, a dry sarcastic tone to her voice that gave away that she was teasing… mostly.

“Hey!” He yelped, ears turning pink.

“What? Don't call it a friendship if it's clearly not. Did you guys talk… about anything?”

“Uh… Mrs. Sparks had like animal heads and stuff floating in jars, we talked about that and… she told me she has a pig baby in one of them.”

“Ew. Anything else?”

“I gave her some of my lunch! The cafeteria kinda… completely ruined her food and so I gave her the tuna sandwich.”

“How'd they ruin it? Actually, don't answer that it's public school food.” Still she pondered it for a moment before shrugging. “That's like, an acquaintance, but whatever.”

“It's… the same thing isn't it?”

“Nope. But I gotta get to work, clothes don't model themselves.” She gave him a breif wave before checking her phone and grumbling to herself, walking off and out of sight.

Her and J , being out of school and a bit older then him, had other things to do. J was still going to college, business school of course, V took a different route, said no to more school and put herself on display, literally… she modeled for a few designer brands, and was sometimes stopped on the streets for her picture.

N was the youngest out of the three, being 18 and still in high school, though his last year thankfully, he'd always done decently in school, forgotten homework assignments and disorganization notwithstanding.

He entered his room, the heavy, creaking wooden door snapping shut loudly behind him as he looked around his room.

It was… bland. The bed was huge with crimson blankets made out of the smoothest kind of cashmere silk imaginable, the sheets light pink and light enough to feel like nothing when slept in.

But the walls were bare, his desk clean and devoid of everything but his grey laptop and a cup of pencils. The floor having only a basic rug directly underneath and around the bed. He had two small windows either side it, looking over the front of the manor and the driveway.

The only real thing of note was a well loved golden retriever plush resting on the bed, faded and the fur pressed down from being hugged night after night, he smiled at it, hooking his backpack on the back of his chair.

“Big brother Nathan?”

A small, shy little voice called out to him from behind the door to the connected room and he smiled, kicking off his shoes and taking off his hoodie, showing the basic grey t-shirt underneath.

“It's me!” He called back, opening the door to his little sisters room. Cynthia, or Cyn and everyone affectionately called her. She was reading, though now she looked up at him with big, innocent eyes that matched the rest of the siblings, along with her hair, held in a similar style to Tessa’s; mostly because she was the one who always styled it.

Her legs were covered by the blankets of her bed, and she beamed, sharing her older brother's sunshine of a smile as she made grabby hands at him.

Cyn was 6, the last and true youngest of the siblings. She was sweet… if having a peculiar interest in superstition, and N couldn't ask for a better little sister.

“Welcome back! How was school? Did you meet anyone? Were they cool? Can I meet them?” She immediately asked four questions in quick succession, each one making his smile a little wider.

“Good. Yes, yes. Maybe. In that order.” He replied as he wrapped her in a gentle hug, her arms gripping loosely around his neck. She giggled when he blew a raspberry on her cheek.

“And what did you do today Cyn?”

“Tessa brought up some more books for me to read! And then I got lunch… I heard J screaming at someone!”

“Have you not been out of your room today?”

“Uh. No… haven't felt very well, Tessa was at work and Big Sisters Vanessa and Jessica were busy…” She seemed a little sad, but N was here to make sure that didn't last very long.

“You want to take a stroll around the garden before dinner. I can take you.” He asked gently, and Cyn’s eyes lit up and she beamed.

“Yes! Thank you!”

With that, N leaned down and reached under her bed;

And pulled out a neatly folded wheelchair.

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

turns out im living in a horror film

pairing: ethan landry x gn!reader

WC: 2.4K

warnings: cursing, blood and stab mentions. should be it.

summary: im both the killer and the final girl

A/N: i think i like writing crazy reader🤔 anyway, once again inspired by a song, specifically the title line. dont think too hard about the killing, just enjoy the story.

any paragraphs written in bold and italic means thats what actually happened.

@alecmores​ my editor❤️

been in the drafts since may20

masterlist / ethan landry

🎧 always and forever and you first

the hospital was bustling with doctors and nurses, in groups talking or solo looking down at clipboards. families in the waiting room or cafeteria sitting at the small tables and eating the okay food. a few security guards posted at different entrances, your wary eyes watching them as you passed door after door until you came to the right one.

you couldn’t see anything due to the curtains wrapped around the bed. you did see a shadow moving about and then a nurse peeked out and her eyes widened just a bit when she spotted you. you froze, but forced a quick pull of your lips; even a weak wave which was just your hand going up and then down. her head disappeared behind the curtain and then she walked your way.

“are you here to see mr. landry?” sweet and simple. you nodded wordlessly, voice failing you. she stepped aside and cocked her head before walking away down the hall and a corner.

you clenched and unclenched your hands at your sides, palms slowly gaining moisture until you wiped them down your stained and ripped pants. feet moving on their own accord and you stopped at the foot of the hospital bed. a sigh of relief at the sight beholding you.

ethan laid on his back, dressed in the standard gown with his blanket pulled to his waist. an iv was poked into his hand with a gray device attached to his index finger, his hands resting over his stomach. his heart monitor was beating steady as you watched with every breath he took and how his chest rose and fell with ease. his eyes were closed, lashes fluttering over dark circles. his mouth slightly parted as he slept.

taking slow and quiet steps you rounded the frame and stood on his right side. fingers pressing lightly into the bed as you leaned closer to his resting face. his freckles that were spotted here or there stood a bit darker as his skin looked a bit paler. ethan’s head of unruly brown ringlets sat just a bit more deflated than the usual pillow of curls that you would run your fingers through. your eyes land on two bandages, one that sat high on his cheek and the other vertically on his bottom lip to his chin.

fingertips curled into the blue fabric as your blood got heated with rage. but your thoughts were cut short when you felt ethan shuffling and then heard the deep inhale telling you he was waking up. you took just a slight step back and softened your posture.

ethan rubbed a fist at his eye and when they opened again, his head moved against his pillow and faced you. a welcoming smile melted your insides as his honey-brown eyes pull you in. you gained that step back and reached for the hand close to you.

“hi.” that’s all you could say as your eyes watered. it seemed to please ethan. he flipped his hand and let his fingers curl with yours. “hi.” his voice cracked and you instantly searched for water. the hand with the iv took the offered cup and drained it with deep gulps.

you placed the cup on the nightstand and hesitantly moved your hand to touch ethan’s face. you saw how his eyes noticed and he led you the rest of the way until your palm was holding his uncut cheek and your thumb was rubbing his oily skin.

“how you feeling?” a stupid question, you know. but still, you had to ask.

ethan’s head tilted down and his lips turned into a frown, something you hate to see on his pretty face. “well, i’m still alive after being stabbed in the stomach. so… i would say physically okay, mentally terrified.” he closed his eyes and leaned further into your touch.

you licked your lips as your eyes kept a steady watch on ethan. “ethan…” he peeked an eye open at his name, “i have some… some bad news.” voice low and touch heavy.

ethan sat up and his head moved away causing you to drop it from the air and fall to his thigh. you needed a minute to formulate your words without sounding discombobulated or not making sense.

“what happened after the subway?” his heart monitor spiked. the green line shooting higher than it was a minute ago.

“well, me and mindy waited here until we got news on your stability. and then mindy got a text from chad about the plan. so she rushed out and said she was heading to help…”

“mindy, wait!”

you caught up to her quickly just outside the entrance. mindy stopped and turned around, her eyes narrowed as you got closer and then she put a hand up telling you to stop. you held your hands up in surrender and stopped just a few steps away.

“what are you doing?” her tone was accusing. “shouldn’t you be staying here? making sure ethan’s gonna live?”

“i… i can't just sit around while you and everyone else are at that theater waiting for ghostface.” you argued. “so i’m going so we have all hands on deck. six against, what, two ghostfaces? that’s easy.”

mindy regarded you for a moment and then she shrugged her shoulders, “okay, fine. let’s hurry.” and the two of you were rushing down the busy streets to the abandoned theater.

“we got to the theater and hurried up the elevator and that’s when we got a call from sam…”

you kept a steady pace with mindy seeing as both of you weren’t athletic. feet carried you down the hidden alleyway towards the front entrance. mindy was ahead of you and just as she was reaching for the handle-

“ah!” mindy screeched. her knees crumpled from underneath and she slammed into the door and slid down.

you yanked the knife from her back and plunged it into a different spot. out then in, out then in. you lost count of how many times the wet knife sunk into mindy's muscles. you only stopped once she stopped fighting and the yelling abruptly ended.

you wiped the signature blade clean on mindy’s jacket and walked through the door and into the elevator.

ethan’s heart rate was speeding up. “my love, calm down. please.” hands rushing to hold his face in your grasp, trying to provide a silver of comfort as you retell the horror you went through an hour ago. “why don’t i just wait until-“

“no. just- just get through it.” he insisted. you hesitate until he holds your wrist and nods his head.

you sigh, “when sam called us she told us to get out, that it was a trap. that kirby was ghostface.”

ethan’s brows furrowed, “why- why would she be- she got stabbed by her friend!” his eyes darted back and forth, trying to make sense of what you're telling him. trying to make the puzzle pieces fit.

“detective bailey said that kirby was fired over six months ago from the fbi. that she was showing major signs of ptsd and her anger would flare at times. she probably just…snapped.”

“y/n…this isn’t you! you’r- you’re not a killer!”

kirby struggled against your weight that kept her plastered to the floor. her gun kicked far away from sight as she kept your weapon-wielding hands away from her body. you didn’t want to stab her multiple times like mindy… maybe just once and then slice her throat.

“you don’t know anything about me, agent.” you hissed as you pushed down harder.

you pushed all your upper body strength into your arms and managed to inch the knife closer and closer to kirby’s waiting throat. you could almost see light bouncing off the silver…

“we stepped out of the elevator and kirby shot mindy in the head. and just before she could get to me, detective bailey appeared out of nowhere and shot her in the heart.”

ethan’s eyes watered instantaneously and his lips quivered. on instinct you crawled into the bed and pulled ethan’s head to your shoulder. he gripped your dirty shirt tight in his shaky hold as his salty tears dripped onto your skin.

“what- what- what about…the others?” he hiccuped.

you rolled your lips and looked to the ceiling. it was only going to get worse. you didn’t say anything as you dragged your fingers through his hair, which caused him to pull away. eyes starting to get red and puff, dried tear stains ruining his face.

“what… happened?” he restated sternly.

your hands fell to your lap and you looked down as you picked away at your skin and hangnails. flashes of blood on your hands cloud your vision but it’s gone in a blink. you cleared your throat.

“i… i think we were too late. i don’t know how, but… it was straight from a horror movie as me and bailey walked into the theater. i found chad… laying in a pool of his blood.”

it felt so exhilarating as you did the same tactic on chad as his twin. poetic or something shit, how they died the same way by the same knife and hand. his eyes screamed for mercy, but you didn’t care. the sound of blood and stabbing drowning your thoughts.

“then i heard a commotion somewhere so i went to make sure bailey was okay. I stumbled back into the main shrine area and saw sam wrestling with him…”

sam and bailey pushed and shoved each other into glass cases. bailey had more of the upper hand, but sam was holding her own. you hid in the shadows, crouching low and waiting for an opening to help your sudden accomplice.

“…sam managed to throw him to the ground and she had a knife ready to stab him. i didn’t think… i- i just ran at her and threw myself into her…”

both of you smacked into the bottom of a display, the breath knocked out of you for a minor two. sam pushed herself up and the look of disgust and disbelief that one of her friends-

“you’r- you’re helping him? you’re a ghostface?” she heaved as she stood up. you kept a close eye on her.

“not exactly… but that doesn’t matter. i’m only a ghostface in this case.”

with your guard down just a bit, she ran at you-

“- sam stabbed me in the thigh and then the shoulder.”

sam got a deep stab into your right thigh and swiftly pulled it out and sunk the blade into your shoulder near your collarbone. you screamed bloody murder from the pain and anger she flared up in you.

“i- i don’t know. it’s like she had a personality switch or something. maybe her dad’s genes kicked in and she and kirby planned this sick show. sam doing the first few and then when kirby came down they switched off. at least that’s the theory the police have come up with.”

ethan’s fingers ran over the wound on your thigh, that frown back on his face. once again you reached for his hand and waffled them together. you kissed the back of his hand then his knuckles and lastly each fingertip.

“is tara at least…” you heard the hesitancy as he asked about his friend. wondering if her sister would be sick enough to kill her off after showing such a protective front around others.

teeth sunk into your bottom lips as you shook your head. “her, uh, her throat was slashed. but no- no other wounds.”

“y/n, y/n. why- why are you doing this?”

tara was trying to plead with you or at least understand your reasoning for killing your friends. you took slow and menacing steps as you backed her further into a dark corner. twisting the knife handle like a toy as you just smirked at her.

“why does everyone think killers need a reason? well, in detective bailey’s case, he does have a reason. richie, his son, was killed at the hands of sam.”

tara’s face slackened further.

“now… i won’t reveal who was his main partner in crime. a promise i made so he would leave me and ethan be after-“

“you- you think ethan’s gonna wanna be with you? even when he finds out everything you did?”

your steps stopped as you kept a sharp eye on her, knife held high and steady. she didn’t understand the love the two of you share. and beside-

“ethan isn’t gonna know a thing. wanna know why?” your lips pulled into a sinister cheshire grin as your steps resumed. tara was pressed into the corner with no weapon to defend herself and no space to make a run for it. she was all yours.

you held the knife up under her chin, tip against her throat as she swallowed saliva. you leaned in closer, mouth near her ear, “ethan’s never gonna know about this, because you’ll all be dead.” you swiped the knife hard and fast against her throat.

“so… only you and bailey survived?” ethan’s voice was getting thick from emotion.

you hoped your story was convincing enough. maybe you’ll have bailey vouch for you if needed. maybe ethan’s mind won’t think too hard about everything with it clouded by grief and drugs pumping in his veins.

“i don’t think i would be if he didn’t show up. ethan-“ you held his cheeks once again, making sure his eyes looked deep within yours. “i was… so scared that i would never see you again.” tears came to the front without thought and you saw the way he melted.

ethan’s hands caressed your cheeks and wiped the fallen droplets away with ease. “i think you have a guardian angel watching you or something. whatever it was, i’m so relieved that you're back in my arms.”

and his lips met yours once again after hours of missing the feeling. it was like you claimed your first breath of clean air after only consuming pollution smog. and it felt like another reminder.

you pulled away, reluctantly, from ethan and leaned your forehead into his. fingers working to keep a smile and brightness to his face and eyes.

“you and me, ethan. always and forever. we’ll always be there for each other. and i’ll always protect you no matter what. you’re all that matters to me.”

you closed your eyes at the end of your declaration so you missed the slight crease in his eyes and how they took in every inch of skin. and how they spotted specks of dark red blood, but instead of causing his heart to spike he just closed his eyes as well and leaned in for another kiss.

always and forever

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tags: @astrxq

[riitah]

[to be a sorcerer] - geto suguru x gn!reader

WARNINGS: hidden inventory arc spoilers, mentions of death, blood, guns, fighting, and implied starvation, a little cursing SYNOPSIS: ever since the day suguru and satoru came back from their mission to retrieve the girl who was to merge with tengen, suguru has been kind of…off. so tonight, you decide to go visit him in the middle of the night in hopes of getting some answers, or, at least, bringing him some comfort. WORD COUNT: 1.1k HONORABLE MENTION: tysm beta reader “henry rumpelstiltskin III of the nuclear sock kingdom”!! AUTHOR’S NOTE: guys i’m so sorry i haven’t updated in so long writer’s block has been ERYGIUHOJWQEHRUR i hope you guys enjoy this AND OH YEAH THE NEW S2 TRAILER CAME OUT I’M LIKE SO HYPED FOR IT i literally had a whole pre-written s2 first trailer (a/n) i wanted to post but that was way too long ago but anyways here’s a geto x reader story i have sm more BUT IDK HOW TO WRITE THEM including crying scenes FUCK yk i feel like geto’s the type of guy who’d comfort people when they’re crying but never let anyone see him cry but when he cries it’s just really messy and emotionfull you get what i’m saying?? like he holds in his feelings for so long it just comes out all at once and ok i’ll stop now sorry if this feels a little too ooc

You stood in front of Suguru’s door in your pajamas, wondering if this was a good idea.

Is he already asleep…?

You turned to go back to your own room, but upon remembering the few bites he had taken of his lunch the past week, you decided against it. Hesitantly, you knocked, the sound of your knuckles against the wood echoing through the hallways. “Suguru? Can I come in?”

A beat of silence. “One second.” The sound of a bed creaking followed his voice, and just a few moments later, the door opened with a small creak.

Unfortunately, the sight of your boyfriend didn’t make you feel any more relieved. His hair framed his face messily, but they didn’t cover up the dark circles or hide the hollowness of his cheeks. The corners of his lips curved upwards when he saw you, but the smile never reached his eyes.

“(Y/N).” He stepped aside to let you in. “Staying up so late isn’t good for you, you know?”

“I could say the same about you.” You stepped into his dorm and he closed the door behind him. “It’s 2AM, and you have to go on a mission in a few hours.”

“I didn’t feel too sleepy.” He offered you his hand, and you took it, your eyebrows knitting together when you realized just how bony it felt. “And the rain wasn’t helping much. But now that you’re here, it’s a different story.” He led you to his bed and lied down, pulling you onto his chest in the process.

“Suguru! Warn me before you do that next time.”

“There won’t be a next time, because I‘m not letting go of you.” He rolled over so that the two of you were lying on your sides, wrapping his arms around you. “Ever.”

“I think you’re hanging around Satoru too much. You’re speaking and acting like him.” You laughed when he made a face at that statement.

“Don’t compare me to that guy.”

“Just ‘that guy’? He’d be so hurt if he heard you say that.”

“You know what I mean.” He pinched your cheek and gently rested his forehead against yours. “So, did you need something?”

“What, I can’t come visit my own boyfriend without a reason anymore?”

“Not when it’s two in the morning. But I might reconsider if you’re planning to stay the night.”

“Will that make you feel better?”

“Definitely. Though I feel just fine.”

“You don’t look fine…”

“I’m fine,” he repeated, pulling you closer to him and planting a brief kiss on your nose. “Really.”

“You don’t have to lie to me. You haven’t been getting much sleep, have you?”

He stared at you for a few moments, and the pitter-patter of the rain filled in the silence that had fallen over the conversation.

“...”

“Suguru…”

He then let out a tired sigh, his arms tightening around your waist just slightly. “You’re right. I haven’t.”

You brushed a few strands of hair out of his face, patiently waiting for him to continue.

“I just…can’t. Whenever I close my eyes, I see her.”

You took note of his heartbeat, which was rapidly speeding up. "Riko?"

He nodded and paused, trying to regain his composure before opening his mouth to speak again. “It's all still so vivid in my head. I can still hear the gun going off and–"

"You don't have to talk about it if it's painful, Suguru," you whispered softly.

He shook his head, giving you a weak smile. "No, I think it's better this way. I feel like I'm being suffocated." There was a slight tremble to his voice as he spoke, his sentences laced with nothing but regret. "When I do fall asleep, I always dream about the same thing. She dies, he tells me that he killed Satoru too, these people laughing at all of this as if it’s some sick sit-com–” He clutched at the hem of your top, his voice cracking. "Sometimes I can't help but think, what if I had just killed all of them off like Satoru said? Would I still be feeling this remorseful?"

You bit your lip at these words, not knowing what to say. Is there even a correct answer here?

Seeing the expression on your face, the muscles in his jaw tensed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you–"

"No, no, you didn't," you quickly reassured him. The rain had stopped, and the sound of raindrops hitting the glass was replaced with the sound of trees swaying in the wind. "And honestly, I don't blame you for thinking that way. People can be so cruel sometimes."

He swallowed. "Fuck, I'm sorry, I–" His voice cracked a little.

"It's okay to cry, Suguru." You cupped his face in your hands, placing a kiss on both of his cheeks. "I hate it when you hold it in."

He leaned into your touch, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“She had friends, family, she wanted to live–" he said quietly. "And they were clapping, cheering–" He broke into a sob. "(Y/N), I–I was supposed to protect her but I couldn’t–I couldn’t even do that right–"

It was the first time you had seen him break down like this, and your chest ached. You wiped away his tears with your thumb and ran your left hand through his long hair, desperately trying to come up with something to say to calm him down as he tried to talk.

“I feel so damn useless, even now I’m just–do you see this?” He looked up at you and placed a hand on top of your right hand, his thin fingers wrapping around it as if he was scared to lose you, too. “All I'm doing – all I can do – is replaying the events over and over.” He shook his head, his wet cheeks glistening in the soft moonlight. "I'm a jujutsu sorcerer, yet – yet I couldn't save her. I watched her die."

“It wasn’t your fault, Suguru. None of it was, I promise." You could barely hear yourself speak, but you hoped that your words could help somewhat. "I'm sure that she appreciated all that you've done for her."

You didn’t know how much time had passed when his choked sobs finally slowed down to hiccups, or how long you had been tracing circles on his hand with your thumb, but by the time the sun peeked from the trees in the distance, Suguru’s eyes were closed, his long lashes brushing against his damp cheek whenever his eyelids slightly fluttered.

"I'm sorry..."

You sighed at his sleeptalking, making a mental note to talk to him later about his tendencies to feel guilty about showing his feelings. "It's okay, Suguru. You shouldn't have to apologize for anything." You kissed his forehead and murmured a soft “I love you,” giggling a little when you saw a smile form on his delicate features.

Must be a nice dream, huh.

You closed your eyes, letting the familiar warmth lull you into a deep sleep.

[slytherinshua]

Photoshoot

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre and tags: fluff. established relationship. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings: kisses and SO much fluff. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pairing: hoshi x fem!reader. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ summary: a spontaneous photoshoot with your boyfriend. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ wc: 1.2k. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ a/n: for my bestie @syrxiee2 ilysm hope you enjoy it, i loved writing it for you 💖💖

The atmosphere on set was electric, and you couldn’t get rid of the grin on your face as you watched everyone work. It was like a well-oiled machine, there was a purpose to everyone in the room. They each had a job to do to make sure that Hoshi looked his best in the photos. 

Just watching everything was mesmerising, and you were now wishing that you had agreed to come along for a photoshoot before today. 

You had always been a little hesitant, as your boyfriend was often a little too clingy when you were around. He got distracted by your presence too easily, and you were sure other people would not appreciate you holding back the schedule. The last thing you wanted was to be a distraction. 

So, you had always refused Hoshi’s requests for you to come to shoots, or practices, or anything work related. Even though it was almost impossible to say no to his pouty face, you still managed to muster a no. 

But this morning, your willpower had been too easily broken by your boyfriend, and you had agreed to come. 

You knew he would look stunning in whatever they put him in, but your heart was melting at the sight in front of you. His black hair complemented the soft styling, creating a youthful and natural feel.

You walked around the set, keeping out of the way from the makeup artists and camera workers, but still having a good view of your boyfriend on set.

You watched as he practised some poses, looking gorgeous with every one he hit. He was handed a book as a prop, and you heard him laugh with the director. 

You smiled, glad that this type of work was fun for him, even though he was working hard to pull off a good shoot. You watched as his eyes flickered around the room, eventually finding you standing in the corner.

You smiled at him, and he grinned, giving you a quick wink and horanghae.

You giggled at his cute way of showing affection, but urged him to focus back on the shoot. 

The next half hour was filled with the sound of camera clicks and directorial instructions as Hoshi was given different props. You stood behind the monitor, watching as each stunning photo came through.

Soon enough, Hoshi finished with his photos and walked off set. Of course, he headed straight for you with a sly smile on his face. You wondered what mischievous thing he could be thinking of with an expression like that.

“Y/n, follow me.” He pulled your arm, giving you no choice but to follow his lead. He led you straight into a dressing room, closing the door behind him. 

“Hoshi, what are we doing here?”

His focus was on the rack of clothes in the room, and he flipped through the hangers, eventually pulling out a creme dress.

“I want to take couple photos with you.”

“With me?” Your brows were furrowed as you tried to picture how this would work, “But I have no experience with a professional shoot.”

“Why would you need experience, come on, it’ll be cute!” He pouted, offering the dress to you.

You took it hesitantly, “Did you ask the director if we’re allowed?”

“I did. They said it was fine, plus we look cute together.” He grinned, pulling you closer to him and looking at the reflection of you two in the wall-mirror.

You smiled, “Fine. I guess we can take some photos together. You look cute in this outfit anyway.” You gestured to his cute striped sweater. 

“We can hang them up in our bedroom after they’re printed!” He said excitedly, looking through the rack of clothes again to find more outfits for you.

You laughed as he pulled out 2 more sets of clothes that matched the aesthetic of his outfit. “How many outfits do you want me to wear?”

“All of them. You’d look amazing in all of them.” He giggled.

“Shut up, you’ll make me blush.” You grabbed the hangers of clothes from him. “Now go, I’ll get changed.” You ushered him out of the dressing room, and looked back at your options.

You decided on wide legged pants and a flattering top to start, fixing your appearance in the mirror after you had changed into the clothes.

Your hair was already straightened from this morning, and you had done a natural makeup look. You looked at yourself in the mirror again, finally deciding to add a bit more brown to your eyes to match for the photoshoot.

Once you touched up your makeup, you walked out of the dressing room and found Hoshi on set talking to the director. You walked up to him, smiling.

“How’s the fit?” You asked, turning around once so he could see from all angles. 

“Pretty~” He nodded in approval. “We’re matching!” He exclaimed, looking at your top that was almost identical to his sweater. 

You two were instructed by the director to start with poses away from each other, and do more couple poses later on.

Hoshi sat on the couch on the set, and you stood by the bannister, posing for a clean shot.

The beginning of the shoot started out more serious, but as it moved on, you and Hoshi had a hard time holding back your laughter. Whenever you looked at one another a smile crept onto your face and giggles followed closely after.

It was especially hard to keep back the laughter when you were trying to pull off a pose with your foreheads resting on the others. The close proximity made Hoshi giggle, and you tried to tell him off, but you ended up laughing with him. In the end, it resulted in a cute photo of both of you smiling widely, so maybe it was all for the best.

After an hour, you decided you had enough photos and eagerly went to the monitor to look at all the pics.

A chorus of “aww”s were heard from the staff as you flipped to a photo of you kissing Hoshi’s cheek while he smiled, blushing with his eyes closed.

You had photos where you both looked serious and pretty, photos where you were laughing, and photos of you hugging or kissing.

Each one was beautiful in their own right, whether it was a purposeful pose or not. Even the slightly blurry photos had a special spot in your heart, just because it was with Hoshi.

You looked over the photos again as Hoshi was driving home. You smiled at each one of them, but 1 photo in particular caught your eye as your favourite.

“I think this is the best photo of the day.” You said happily, holding up the picture for Hoshi to look at once he parked the car in your driveway. You both were doing the Horanghae sign while giggling at each other.

“Awww!” He giggled, “Definitely the best photo.” He smiled at you, leaning in for a kiss which you gladly accepted. 

“I love you, thank you for doing the shoot with me.” 

“I love you too. Horanghae~” 

“Horanghae~” He said back, smiling widely.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ svt taglist: @kangtaehyunzzz,, @yeonjuns-bluehair,, @syrxiee2

[gemstonegirlies]

My Life at Phoenix Drop High 0

prologue

WARNING: CRUDE LANGUAGE! GENERALLY UNHINGED!

"Dad this place is disgusting. Why out of all houses that you decide to flip, it had to be this shithole?"

"It'll be fine honey." Your mom tries to reassure. "Shit." She swore in French as she tripped on a pothole in the yard.

"Don't swear in French mom."

"Don't talk back to your mother." She chastises, still speaking French to make a point.

"Then don't curse in other languages." You retort in Norwegian.

"Don't switch up languages on me young lady." She shouts in German. "Oh now there I go. Do you have any idea how infuriating you can be young lady?"

"How infuriating I can be?! Mom I only have like three friends in this town where as at West Pomi High I was the most popular girl in school."

"That's because you threw outlandish parties in middle school." Your dad walks up and gently interlocks his fingers with your mom's. "We love you but we're doing what's best for you. I don't want to hear any more complaints; it's not easy to pack up and move to a whole different region. And I don't want any more incidents like the spring dance." Your father whispers seriously, before walking in to the house. 

You brush past your mom, muttering something about "tiefla deserving it" on your way past, and make your way to the second floor. The stairs rattle under your angry stomps and you settle into your room, the attic.

The floor is brown and washed out, the paint on the walls is chipping and you swear you can see a dead rat in the corner. The only good thing it has is this small corner that jutted out because of this big window. You go over and push the top part open to get some fresh air. On the sides looked like some kind or railing so you push out the bottom one as well and see it turns into a little makeshift balcony.

You catch your breath and smile slightly. It may be a hovel compared to your last home but it doesn't have to stay that way. After all a diamond is just a rock that needs pressure and time to be beautiful and valuable. Or at least that was your father's company motto.

You pull out your phone and lean against the glass of your new balcony. A year earlier you met two girls at a camp you'd visited when you were traveling with your dad for a business trip of his. Your mom was off traveling in the Gal'ruk region. They mentioned that they lived in Phoenix Drop so you might as well give them a call and see if they'd be able to drop by and help you decorate.

You: Sup nerds!

Laylani: Hey (Y/n)!

Dallie: *coughcarriecough*

You: Shut up Jackass!

Dallie: Pussy

You: I love you😚 

Dallie: Ugh pookie 😳 Dallie: We have an audience! You can be saying that 🥰

Parsley: You whores need to get a room

You: Can't help it 😫 You: I love my dollie

Laylani: Okay, just because her name is a homophone doesn't mean you should flirt with my sister like that!

You: I'm only seeing the bottom half of that text. You: "flirt with my sister!"

Laylani: NO!

You: Anyway bitches! I have a surprise for you! 

You send a photo of your new empty room. 

You: My dad moved us to Phoenix Drop. Thanks to his real estate company we have 7 pounds of tarp and five pounds of (F/c) paint. You: If you guys wanted  you could come over and we could have a paint party. I could finally meat Parsley. 

Parsley: Meet*Parsley: Unless you're trying to eat me.

You: Nah, I'm an Ally but I don't eat pu-

Dallie: aw 😞 jk Dallie: We'll be over soon!

Laylani: I'll bring over (s/f/c) and some stencils

Parsley: If I come I get to know about that Carrie comment 😑

You: Listen, I ask you hear me out before you judge

So you got what you needed set up and led the girls into your room. You guys get to work painting and telling Parsley about what the Carrie comment meant. "And that's why we had to move here."

"Wow. That's kinda of messed up. On her part I mean!" Parsley looks at you sadly.

"Yeah, you guys should have done more! If that bitch was harassing me for that long I would have done so much worse." Dallie chimes in.

"I think what you did wasn't right. But I'll stand by you as a friend and support you." Laylani gently scolds from the other side of the room.

"Kiss ass." Her twin Dallie teases.

"Whatever! I stand by my convictions." Laylani doubles down 

"Hey if strawberry shortcake and my little pony taught us anything it's that "being a friend means telling you other friends hard truths they might not want to hear." Or something like that." You joke.

"Fair enough." Dallie smiles and goes back to painting.

Like the good friends they are they helped you unpack your clothes as the movers moved the bigger furniture.

"We will be having sleep overs here all the time I assume?" Dallie smiled, sitting next to you.

"Sure." You smiled casually, laying on your bed. Laylani was giving you silly hairstyles, your head on her lap.

"As long as I can bring something horror related." Parsley sat on the edge of your bed reading something on her phone.

"No body horror please." Laylani begged.

"Aw are you sensitive?" You giggled and hugged her, wrapping your arms around her neck. "You're such a softie."

"Ah! Hey!" She squeaks as she was caught off guard by the contact. The other girls laughed and after a while you all had dinner and they went home.

"Maybe things won't be so bad. At least there's a cute boy next door." You said as you looked out your balcony that night. "Yeah. Things will be fine."

[unmarked-credits]

Hey everyone, please to enjoy the following silly crap I wrote for @xinambercladx. This was her request for the Valentine's Day exchange on the Duros Hoes discord server. She wanted a story about Bane walking one of her OC's home. I chose Yenem - you remember this gal -

- and came up with this. Only seventeen days late! Go me!

Anyway, enjoy👍🏻Hope you like it @xinambercladx !

***

The Heirloom

"Thank you for coming on such short notice," Yenem said. She looked annoyed as she adjusted her short, form-fitting glittery purple cocktail dress. A huge, fluffy white fur coat was slung over her forearm.

Cad Bane gestured for the coat, shifting a tooth pick from one corner of his mouth to the other. He took it by the shoulders and held it out for her to put on. 

"Oh! Why thank you," she said. She turned to slip it on, glancing back at him over her shoulder as she did so. "Is there a charge for this?"

He smirked. "Free w' de bodyguard package - if y'tell me how y' found out there's a bounty on ye before I did."

She sighed. "Sometimes when I am exceptionally bored, I run my name against the holonet. Turned up on the bounty boards," she said, retrieving her data pad from her purse. "And that reception was exceptionally boring."

He glanced through the picture window of the art gallery they stood before. Inside was a quite lively, quite crowded cocktail party.

"Doesn' look boring."

"Trust me, it was nothing but a room full of poseurs." She sighed and looked up at him, doe eyed, and took his arm. "Get me out of here, Bane."

"Yes ma'am," he said, tapping the brim of his hat. "Y'sure y'wanna go back to d'hotel? You'd be safer on my ship." 

"My things are at the hotel."

"Y' don need yer things."

"One of those things is what they're after."

"An' y' left it in yer room?"

"In the safe," she said.

"Hotel safes ain't safe."

"Was I supposed to go to the reception with an ancient vase beneath my arm like a glowball?"

He paused a moment, then shrugged. "I reckon it would have been less boring that way."

"Tch!"

"Tch yerself!" he said. "Come on,  den."

***

"I've never been to this part of Coruscant," she said as they strolled over a metal walkway overlooking a canyon of city lights. "Beautiful, in a way."

"This area's all right," he said. "It gets worse the deeper down y' go." 

"So I've heard."

"Dere's a real good tipyip stand couple blocks down."

"You want to stop for food?" she asked archly. "You seem pretty casual about this."

"Eh. De score on you is pretty small. We're not gon' be dealing wit any major players. Most of 'em will turn tail if de see you w' me."

"That's…reassuring."

"Dat's why you hired me."

"Indeed," she said, pressing close to him as they walked. 

He smiled slightly at this. "So tell me 'bout this hot vase y'got."

"It's not hot," she said. "I bought it perfectly legally at auction. But apparently it's a family hierloom and said family is desperate to get it back. I offered to sell it to them, and for only a slight profit. But they seem determined to obtain it by other means."

"So dey're gon' chase whoever has it?"

"I assume so."

"Hmm," he replied. "Well, you're makin' it easy for em in dat coat."

Yenem frowned. "What about my coat?"

"It's huge n' bright n' … foofy."

"Foofy?"

"Yeah," he said. "Y' look like a leggy wampa."

"Excuse me?"

"What?" he asked, smirking. "It's a compliment."

She balked. "Surely you can come up with a better compliment than that."

"Sure, sure," he said. He went silent for a moment as the walked past a well manicured hedge full of bright flowers that led up to the hotel. He picked one. 

"Yer the prettiest sheep I ever saw," he said, grinning, handing her the flower as they entered the hotel. 

"You're a terrible date," Yenem said, accepting the flower.

"I'm a great date," Bane said. "Y' wanna make dis a date, dat's a different pricin' structure."

"Oh?" she asked, intrigued. "What's the going rate for a date with Cad Bane?"

"Well, dat depends," he began, but stopped short, clocking something across the lobby. Yenem turned to follow his gaze. A human boy of about fourteen leaned wide-eyed against the lobby bar with an open clamshell full of tip-yip skewers. He looked startled to see Bane.

"Who is that?" Yenem asked.

"A little shit," Bane grumbled, gesturing the boy over. He scowled but obeyed.

"Boba!" Bane said as he approached. "What are y' doin here?"

"I was in the neighborhood."

"Dis job is kinda low rent for you, ain' it?"

"You're here," the boy shot back. 

"I ain' here for a bounty. I'm here to buy a vase from my lady friend."

Yenem turned to Bane in surprise.

"You're … buying a vase?" Boba asked skeptically.

"Sure am."

"Ohh," Yenem said, pulling her data pad from her purse, "Yes, he is. I'm drafting the bill of sale right now."

"Why do you need a vase?" Boba asked.

"Fer flowers."

"Since when do you have flowers and put them in vases?"

"You don't know my life," Bane replied haughtily.

Boba frowned. "Actually I do know your life, and -"

"Point bein -" Bane interjected, "is dat dis vase is now property of Cad Bane, and if de family yer workin' for wants to take it up wid me - and not her -" he said, gesturing to Yenem, "dey're more den welcome to. So you run along now an' you tell 'em dat." 

"Thumb print here," Yenem said, handing Bane the blank pad. He pressed his digit to the screen and handed it back to her. 

"See?" he said. "All mine.  Now get lost, Boba."

Tch," Boba said. "Whatever. Low paid job anyway. Later, Bane."

"Wait," Bane said.

"What?"

"Gimme one of those," Bane said, plucking a skewer from Boba's takeout box.

"Hey!"

"I said get lost," Bane repeated, shooing Boba away.

"Gimme my tip yip back!"

Bane tore a piece off the end of the skewer with his fang. "Fuck off, Boba," he said around the meat. " An' you tell de people yer workin' for -"

"Yeah yeah I'll tell 'em," Boba muttered. "Fierfek."

The boy stalked out of the hotel shaking his head.

"Well," Yenem said, bemused. "You made short work of that."

"Yep. Shouldn't be a problem for ye anymore."

"Elegantly handled."

Bane tapped the brim of his hat. "Whaddya say we head upstairs an' have a look at 'my' new vase?"

Yenem smiled slyly, pulling him towards the turbolift. "It's quite the piece," she said. "Has a naked lady on it."

"Y' don' say?" Bane grinned.  "I like it already." 

[berriebun]

I know, and I don’t really care

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia Character(s): Keigo Takami | Hawks Other tag(s): Angst? Idk for sure Word count: 1,378

A/N: Well this was my first time ever writing Hawks... Wanted to give it a shot and found a prompt that sparked some inspiration here: “You were my greatest failure. I hope you know that."

Sitting perched on the corner of a building in the early morning sunrise, Keigo stared uninterested at the message he had just received. Apparently, his old man was dying and had requested the chance to talk to him one last time and the HPSC was oh so graciously allowing him to step away from his duties for a whole fifteen minutes to do so. Oooh, wasn't he special. He figured it wouldn't be a good visit regardless, he held no hope that his father was going to apologize for how he treated him or the life he put him through. But hey, fifteen minutes was fifteen minutes. Might as well entertain his dying father, if only to have a minuscule break. Besides, it might be nice to see the old man bothered by how unbothered he was about his opinions. He taps out a confirmation to taking the time to visit his dear old dad to say goodbye, using as few words as possible to 'thank' his handler for the chance. He then sweeps through to a different text channel and instructs one of his sidekicks to watch over his patrol area for the short time he had to step away.

He finds himself taking to the air, heading towards the jail where his father was being held. Of course, he wouldn't be released or provide comfort in his last hours but Keigo couldn't find it in himself to care. He didn't have the energy to waste on someone who didn't matter in his life anymore. He was sure it was off-putting for him to show up with a carefree smile on his face and cheerfully inform them of his reasons for visiting. Sure the jail knew that he was coming, but he didn't know what they were expecting, but a happy camper wasn't one of them. It amused him which made it worth it at the very least. He was all charming smiles and light-hearted comments as he was led back to a private visitor's room until they reached the doors. As he entered the room, his expression changed dramatically; expertly closing himself off and leaving only a slight, smug smile on his face as he sauntered over to the table to sit across from his father. He definitely looked worse for wear, with pale ashy skin, and sagging features evident of someone who was deathly ill and at the end of their rope. He looked exhausted and just as cranky as he had been in Keigo’s childhood. Ever a scowl on his face and judgmental eyes.

“Hey, pops. I was told you wanted to talk, eh?” He takes the initiative, not wanting to waste any more time than he needed, and wanting to just get to the meat of the visit. Let his father say his nasty words and move on from this. He was greeted with a cold stare and those annoyed pursed lips, apparently showing his father’s reluctance to talk at the moment. 

“Well, I’m here despite everything, so aren’t you lucky? Really just wanted to see how you were fairing, you were my father after all. As awful of a one you were anyway. Still, I figured I owed you a chance to see my face one last time before you passed. So what is so important that you had to wait till your deathbed to share with me? Surely it wasn’t just to have the chance to glare holes through me for fifteen minutes. That’d be kinda disappointing, to say the least.”

They stare at each other for what feels like years until his dad finally coughs and clears his throat- a disgusting wet noise that makes Keigo cringe inward despite his carefully masked ease. 

"You were my greatest failure. I hope you know that." His father finally rasped out, disdain and malice oozing with every word. Keigo supposed he meant to be hurt by those words, but all he could do was grin freely. 

“Oh yeah, I’m well aware. Was that all?” He asks jovially, tilting his head ever so slightly to the right. His father seemed confused, and Keigo knew that wasn’t the reaction he was expecting, which just made it worth the visit. He was pleased to show this man that he didn’t have any effect on him anymore. 

“It’s touching that even in your last moments, you’re still thinking of me, Dad. I’m sure it burns ya up, huh? Did you hear the news? Just last week, I was made the number two hero, ain't that just peachy?” Keigo hummed, leaning against the table and resting his chin in his hand in doing so. That seemed to rile up his father’s spirit, making the man scowl and sneer at him. 

“Of course, you went off an became one of those filthy attention-seekin’ government dogs.” He spits, coughing as he expresses more emotion than he had just seconds ago.

“Yep. Someones gotta catch the yuck of society like you, after all. Otherwise, the streets would be uninhabitable.” It seemed that with every word that came out of his mouth, his father was more and more irritated. It was cathartic, seeing the old man getting so upset over how unbothered Keigo seemed to be with his attempts to cut him down. 

’How self-centered did he have to be to think that the child he abused for years before his arrest would still be sparing him any thought? Did he really expect me to be hung up over what he had to say?’ He snorts mentally at the idea. He didn’t have time to dwell on his past that much, with how much work he was doing, his thoughts were always firmly stuck in the present and future- Had to stay one step ahead of the game after all, there were a lot of people in the world who needed saving and he felt like he was the only one really capable of doing it well enough. As much as he didn’t care for his rankings, it was an honor bestowed upon him because of the public. He made them feel safe and protected, even though there was still so much going on in the world and behind the scenes of normal society. If they knew the kind of crap he had to take care of or deal with, the world would be sent spiraling through chaos. He wishes things were as peaceful and kind as it was made to look. Maybe then he wouldn’t have to bend over backwards all the time doing what he felt was needed, and what he was made to do by the HPSC.

When it seemed like his father wasn’t going to say anything more, shaking up with so much anger and resentment to even form words, Keigo stood up and casually stretched. 

“If that was all you wanted to say, then I guess we’re done here, huh?” He glances at the clock. “And not even a minute to spare. I’d say it’s been great seeing you again, pops, but we both know that’s a lie.” He doesn’t really know how to say goodbye to this man, so he just gives him a lazy salute and turns to leave. He doesn’t hear his father say anything or try to do anything in reaction, outside of falling into a coughing fit which saw a nurse rushing into the room after he left. Keigo assumed he should feel something over all this, but nothing was really coming up. He didn’t feel relief or joy, nor sad or depressed. Was he numb? He couldn’t tell. What was he really feeling? Was he trying to trick himself or was this it? It was times like these that Keigo lamented his habit of fabricating certain emotions to fit the situations he found himself in, constantly questioning if he really felt one way or another, or if it was just an elaborate ruse that even he was falling for now. Who knows really… Such was the life of a double agent hero. He went from one tiny cage to a larger, nicer cage, but still a cage nonetheless… He did find the irony in the fact that he just wants to be free like his father did all those years ago.

[babygirlgarrus7]

Lost and Found

Wash and Carolina follow Temple down to his “basement,” to find old friends from Project Freelancer. However, Wash didn’t think to see his lost lover as well.

A/N: Alright my rvb lovers, this fic will be not that long and my OC. So it is going to be a back and forth between the past to present while Wash and Carolina were stuck. It will be different POV, I will put who is what type thing. But enjoy!

Masterlist

Code Word: Heart Break

Warnings: torture, angst, swearing

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Wash was done with searching, he wanted to find Church and leave. It was nice to be in the paradise that he was in, he wanted to be back there, finally not fighting not always on guard. He was with friends…family. The Reds and Blues, he never would have thought that he would even consider them family but now it has changed.

Wash went with the Reds and Blues after working with the Meta. They helped taking down the Director once and for all. They helped fight and win a planet that was over thrown by Charon. He was making a difference once more. Made friends. Carolina being a part of it made it even better, made it seem like the old times.

Temple kept rambling on about different things as he led both Carolina and him to the room. Once the lights turned on it’s like walking down to memory lane. Different armored people looked familiar people in the project.

It took a minute before realizing that it wasn’t just shrines it was actually them. It didn’t hit him until seeing her. Her. When he walked up to her he placed his hand where her cheek would be and…that’s when Carolina said something. Anger hit him. All these years without her and finally seeing her again…she is gone.

Wash turned to face him, getting his weapon ready, about to fight his way out, to only be frozen in place. His heart started to race as he watched Temple walked away. He knew that he was going to be stuck here. Not only knowing that the Reds and Blues are in danger but now he is stuck next to someone he wished he left with. He could see her in the corner of his eye.

“Wash we have to figure it out is there a emergency button or anything?” Carolina said frantically.

Wash didn’t know, he knew there wasn’t. However, this isn’t what he was paying attention to… “Elena.” He whispered.

Carolina sighed. “I know Wash, I am so sorry.” It’s like everything faded around him as Carolina continued to talk, figuring a way out. Wash eventually did still thinking of all the memories that came flooding in.

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New Hampshire. Read bold on the screen, it has been over a couple of years since Project Freelancer was established. New agents have came in one by one or by a couple. It had been months since there was a new agent until now.

York looked over at North. “New Hampshire huh. Wonder he will be.”

“She,” Carolina mentioned walking towards her locker. “New Hampshire is a woman.”

Wash looked at Carolina. “Which team is she going to join?”

Carolina sighed. “Ours.”

It shocked Wash for a moment. They already had about 8 members, him included. Wash just joined Carolina’s team couple months back, earning his spot. It’s rare that someone comes right to the top. There 7 teams total, having 6-8 agents in each one. That was plan anyways.

Carolina’s team was the highest rated team, it took a lot of different people a while to get there, and selected personally by the Director. Usually it’s the Counslar that picks and chooses where each Agent would be best fit.

“Well she has to be good in order to be here.” South mentioned leaning against the end locker.

“We should head to the training floor, she is going against Maine.” Carolina explained shutting her locker heading there.

Everyone followed behind her. North was walking next to Wash which he was grateful about. Everyone was talking about the new girl, agents to janitorial staff. Talking about how the Alpha team got a new member. “I’m excited to see how she goes against Maine.” Wash said looking at North.

“Maine is a big dude,” York called behind him to both of Wash and North. “I won’t be surprised if she breaks some bones.”

“She is on our team so she has to be good.” North disagreeing.

“If she is small built she could pass him pretty quickly.” Wash agreeing with North.

Wash and North were right, New Hampshire was tiny moving around like a squirrel on caffeine. Wash watched how she could sneak just as quiet as Carolina would be. The score ended with 4-1, New Hampshire winning. “Wow, that hit Maine give her with her getting up, that’s pretty damn good!” Wash said looking at everyone one by one.

“She is quick I give her that.” CT commented chuckling at Wash.

“She would be good for recon.” Carolina added. “Maybe her and I can go on one to see how good she is.”

All of them went into the office having her introduce herself to the team. Wash didn’t even think that she would be beautiful, her smile just gleamed the room. Her eyes was the memorizing hazel. “Agent Washington,” She smiled grabbing his hand for a hand shake, sending his stomach in a whirlwind. “Nice to meet you.”

Wash held it together as he shook her hand (thank god for the gloves since his hands started to sweat) “Wash, you can call me Wash.”

Hampshire smiled. “Alright Wash, can’t wait to get to know you.”

And damn…did they get to know each other.

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Chapter 9 - Gyðja

“Escort me to the dungeons?” you asked. Olav’s eyes flickered down to your arm. You hid it behind your back. The skin itched where the woman had touched you, but it didn’t hurt. Not yet at least. “Why?” you asked when Olav did not answer. 

“Orders from the King” he finally said. He didn’t really answer your question. Olav’s green eyes flickered, as if he wasn’t sure why himself. He didn’t know why he was sent to get you. “Could I please get a minute to change?” you asked. Olav shook his head. “I’m afraid we haven’t time for that” he said as he offered you his arm. You frowned, but alas you accepted his arm. The guards around you lowered their spears and you could hear them rambling around in your room. They wouldn’t find the woman there.

“Olav. What’s going on?” you asked. His pace quickened. You lifted the skirts on your dress so you wouldn’t stumble. “I’m afraid I don’t know. All I know is that I am to escort you to Loki’s cell” Olav answered. A wave of nausea washed over you and you clutched Olav’s arm tighter. He looked down on you. “Are you alright Lady y/n?” he asked. “Yes” you lied. 

As you walked down the hallway you noticed that there were guards following behind you. You didn’t ask. Olav didn’t give you any information anyways and you had to concentrate to not faint on the spot. 

You had entered the dungeons and got scared when you saw the other cells and inmates. White empty rooms with forcefield surrounding them. Asgardian technology. Your attention trailed to the cell centred in the middle. It was different. It had furniture. A figure emerged from the corner.  Loki

“No funny business” Olav said before the forcefield lowered. Loki didn’t answer. Olav led you forward and Loki grabbed your hands gently. The forcefield rose behind you and you were locked in together with Loki. You heard Olav’s footsteps disappear. You turned your head and saw two other guards take place on each of the corners on the outside of the cell. 

“You’re safe here” Loki said before he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “What’s going on?” you asked. Loki led you over to the chair and sat you down. He lowered himself beside you and grabbed your injured arm. Your eyes fixed on his hair. He was so beautiful. Why was he so beautiful? The way his hair twirled behind his ear. “Why didn’t you heal yourself?” Loki asked breaking your train of thought. Your eyes went from his hair to your arm. “I-“ you started but stopped as you realized you had no answer. Why hadn’t you healed yourself? 

Loki’s hand clasped over the raw skin and you winced. “It’s going to be alright” he said, and his eyes searched for yours. You could drown there. Your skin felt ice cold as you noticed green light flashed in the corner of your eye. Loki smiled at you and warmth spread across your whole body. 

Your arm didn’t hurt any more. 

Your other hand tried to cup Loki’s face. But he stopped you by grabbing your wrist and stood up. You followed him. You hadn’t really been able to fathom what had happened. You stood in front of Loki and looked into his eyes. “You’ll be safe here with me, at least for a little while” Loki said and his thumb made circles on the back of your hand. 

Loki led you over to the small bookshelf in one of the corners. He pulled out a thick old leatherbound book he opened it and scanned through the pages. 

“Here” he said and showed you the page. His finger trailed over the text. It was written in a language you didn’t recognize. Next to the text, however, was a drawing of a figure. It looked like a woman, but you couldn’t see her features as her head was replaced by a golden circle which shot golden beams across the page. 

“I can’t read it” you admitted. Loki smiled. “I’ll translate it for you” he offered. You nodded. “It might not sound as good” he started. “Doesn’t matter” you muttered before your attention turned to the page. Loki cleared his throat. “A fair maiden she will be, the one who can conquer the world and the sea. Men behold, the power she will bare, for she’s the one they all should fear. A true goddess she will be-”. “Gyðja” you muttered as you recognized the word on the page. Loki looked at you with a raised brow. “I healed one of the maids. She called me Gyðja. So did the woman who touched me” you explained. “Continue” you said as Loki still looked at you with a puzzled expression. “When she is set free” he finished. You looked at Loki. “So…” you started. “You think I am this Gyðja figure?” you didn’t believe it, and you made sure it sounded that way. “It doesn’t really matter. They do” Loki said as he looked you deep into your eyes. “You didn’t answer my question” you said. 

“You’ll leave tomorrow. Elise will escort you to the mountains” Loki spoke with his back turned to you. “She is the woman you helped. The maid” he explained. So, Elise was her name. “It is not safe for you to stay here” he said and at this he turned around. He looked cold. You had noticed he was like this when there were other people around. It was almost like he was another person than you had gotten to know. But maybe this was how he really was?

“But you’ll be locked down here” you argued. “I can’t go” you added. Loki’s features warmed up again. He could read you well, you had noticed. “I am not a good of enough reason for you to stay” Loki said. “I can’t leave you. Not again” you said. An odd form of sadness formed in you abdomen. You knew where this argument was heading, and you didn’t like it. 

“Y/n” Loki said. He sounded almost like your father as he spoke. Like when you had been told that your horse, Inga, had passed or when you had done something wrong as a child. “You have to go. A monster like me is not deserving of you” he said. “You’re not a monster” you argued. You stepped closer to him. You could see he was struggling to keep up his façade. “Don’t lie” he spat. You flinched slightly but stood your ground just the same. “I am not lying” you said and stepped closer to him. “I killed people” he shouted. You jumped. He stepped closer to you. “That doesn’t make you a monster” you argued. Your heartbeat was racing. Loki let out a sort of a sinister chuckle. “You’re wrong” he said and he stepped closer to you. “No, I am not” you said. You voice shook slightly. You wanted to look from his eyes to the ground and crawl under a blanket to hide yourself, but you couldn’t, and you didn’t. You tried to be his equal. 

“Has it ever occurred to you that I could have manipulated you into this” he spat. “That I just used you for my own entertainment? For my own fun?” he added. And before you could even think you answered him. “Yes” you said. You were surprised your voice didn’t crack from trying to suppress sobs. Loki’s brows furrowed slightly as he backed away. “Yes, I have” you added after clearing your throat. “What do you think I spent my days thinking about when you were gone?” you asked. Your words sounded harsher than they were meant to be. Loki didn’t answer. And for once you were sure he didn’t know what to say. “I have no friends here. The closest thing I have is your brother” you started. “I thought about ending it all. I did. But I knew you would not want me to disgrace my name like that. Then I thought about everything we could have had together. A home, children, a happy life. And then I started thinking of how I would live the rest of my life, seeing I probably have a couple thousand years left. Finding another man, someone to love, it was out of the picture. Even if you had tricked me. If you don’t want me now, I’ll leave, but you will always be with me in some way. I love you Loki, and I will never stop loving you” you admitted. Your mouth was dry. Loki’s eyes were still fixed on yours. 

You took a step closer to him. He didn’t move. And you walked up so close you were mere inches apart you reached up and cupped his cheek. “Even if you were a monster, I would still love you” you said before you let your hand drop. But before it had fallen to you hip, Loki’s arm slid around your waist and he seized you. He pressed his lip on yours and you kissed him back. Your hands found his face before they trailed into his hair. Your loose dress slid up as Loki lifted you and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He groaned slightly at your motion. Heat pooled through your lower abdomen. Loki walked over and laid you down on the bed in his cell. His lips separated from yours and pressed gently on your jaw and down your neck while his hand trailed down your hips and tugged your dress upwards. 

“Loki…” you whispered as you noticed the noise in the other cells had died down. Loki stopped and looked up at you. You wanted to giggle as he looked almost puppy like, and you could see the desperation in his eyes. “The other’s are watching” you said as you looked around you. Loki smirked. “Then we’ll give them a show” he said and smirked. You hit him playfully in the side before the cell walls that previously had been golden shields were covered in dark green smoke. “Better?” he asked. 

“Definitely” you said, and he returned to sucking and nibbling on your neck. “You have no idea how much I have missed this you let out. You tried to restrain yourself as you didn’t know how much sound escaped the cell. “I think I have some idea” he said and his hands moved to the back of your dress. His hands fumbled and you pushed him upwards. “I don’t think we have time for that” you said. It was true. You wanted him bad and had no time to undress. You hadn’t picked the right dress for slipping out of. You would probably be fetched away soon. 

Loki’s eyes were filled with lust and you pushed his shoulder with one hand while the other trailed down his torso. You stopped at the lining of his loose linen trousers before you placed your hand on top of his hardened bulge. “Lay down” you demanded, and you switched places. 

With a swift movement you rid yourself of your undergarments and climbed atop Loki’s naked body. You had almost forgotten the feel of him underneath you. You bent down and gently kissed him. You planted kisses all over his face. Starting with his forehead and moving to his brows, then his closed eyes, then his cheeks and nose tip. He chuckled. You lingered above his lips. “I missed you so much” you said as you felt Loki’s hands on your hips under your dress. 

You guided your hips, so he rested against your entrance. A sharp breath escaped him as you lowered yourself. It had been a long time, and you needed a moment to adjust. Loki was patient. “Are you alright?” he asked. You nodded. “More than alright” you said as you started moving slowly. You supported yourself on his chest. 

Something started building in your abdomen as you quickened the pace. Loki groaned slightly and you noticed his breath became more and more uncontrolled. You bent down. “Not yet, love” you whispered in his ear before you nibbled at his earlobe. His grip on your hips tightened. “You’re making it hard” he said through gritted teeth. You smirked at him. You quickened the pace and felt the tension building in your lower abdomen. Suddenly he lifted you off him resulting in you losing all your build up. He turned you over, so you laid back down on the mattress and he was laying between your legs. His finger graced your swollen sex. He entered you again as your arms reached around his neck. You pressed him against yourself. Your dress annoyed you. You wanted to feel his skin against yours. Your hand fumbled all over his chest. Loki noticed. Green light flashed and you felt the tightness of your dress disappearing as well as cold air fanning across your damp skin. “Why didn’t you do that before?” you asked. Loki only smirked down at you. His hand cupped your breast before he started to gently kneed them. You pulled him down and captured his lips. 

You wrapped your legs around his waist forcing him down. You reached down and guided him you your entrance once more. “Keep this up and I’ll come undone in no time” you whispered as he entered you. He kept a steady pace. His head fell onto your collar bone as he lifted you slightly off the mattress. You arched your back into his chest. You felt his rapids warm breaths against your skin as well as you were coming nearer and nearer the edge. Loki’s hand trailed down your side and found its way to the bundle of nerves between your legs. He started circling it. You bit the inside of your lip to keep you from moaning loud. The sound of your flesh slapping together was already enough. “Loki I-” you heaved. “Come” he said and your body trembled as you realized your grip on him your walls clenched around him. Loki groaned and followed you soon after. 

A smile formed on your lips as your back hit the mattress once again. Sweat made your bodies stick together. You breathed heavily. Loki jumped off the bed once he had caught his breath. He fetched a damp cloth and cleaned you up before he cleaned himself. He came back and he laid down on the bed. You gently placed your leg over his and cuddled up to him. 

Loki smiled. For the first time since he had come back. You felt the dent around your finger where the ring usually had been. Loki had taken it back. Why? “Why did you take the ring?” you asked. “You know why” he answered. You heart stung. You snuggled closer to him. “I want to marry you and no one else. Even if you this is what it will be like” you said. “It won’t be like this” he said. You looked up at him. “You won’t be allowed into my cell, probably not even down in the dungeons” Loki elaborated. “The only reason you are here now, is because you’re in danger. Once they find a safe place for you, they take you away from me” he said. He stuttered, almost as if he didn’t realize the meaning of his words before he had spoken them. 

“You should move on” Loki said. “I need you to find someone else. Someone who will make you happy. If not for yourself, please do it for me-” “Loki, stop” you broke him off. “I don’t have the strength to do it” you added before a tear trailed down and landed on Loki’s chest. Loki’s arms went around your body and he pressed you closer. He planted a kiss at the top of your head. You closed your eyes. “I don’t want to go” you whispered. “I don’t want to lose you again” you added. “You won’t” he said as he placed another kiss on the top of your head. 

Tiredness fogged your mind as Loki gently made figures on your shoulder. 

“I love you” he said right before you dozed off. 

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Cold wind brushed over you making you jerk awake. You were moving. You opened your eyes and looked around. You were in a carriage. Where was Loki? You were alone. What was going on. Panic washed over you and as you tried to stand you felt incredibly nauseous. You quickly sat back down but the nausea didn’t disappear.

You grabbed the bench and looked for something you could puke in. There was nothing. Miraculously the cart stopped, and you got to your feet and almost jumped out of the cart and fell to your knees and hands as you puked. It wasn’t much. You couldn’t remember the last time you had eaten. Luckily for you the ground was dry.  A hand graced across your back. “Are you alright miss?” a woman spoke from beside you. “Motion sickness” you said after you thought there was nothing left. You never got sick like this. But you didn’t want to worry the lady. You turned your head. Elise smiled at you. “We are almost there. It is good to see you have woken up. It has been nearly three days” “Three days?” you asked. Your head throbbed. “What is going on?” you asked as you touched your forehead. You were still nauseous and tired. Why were you tired after sleeping for three days? “We’re going to Eskidalr” Elise said. “In the mountains?” you asked. “Yes, my home village” she said with her thick accent. You looked at her. You hadn’t convinced Loki to make you stay. He had sent you away. “I need to go back” you said. “Y/n” Elise said. “It is safest for you to stay-“ “I don’t care what is safe” you said. You threw yourself forwards as you thought you were going to puke again. “Are you sure you are okay?” Elise asked again. You heard the concern in her voice. You took a deep breath. “Yes” you muttered before you stumbled to your feet again. You brushed dirt of the teal dress. 

“Take me to Eskidalr, but I won’t promise I will stay for long” you said as you stumbled into the carriage again. You could message Loki once you got to the village. Elise followed you into the carriage. You hadn’t noticed that it wasn’t only the two of you. There were a guard steering the carriage. 

You were staring out the window. The nausea had disappeared slightly when Elise had given you food and water. 

“What day is it?” you asked. “Saturday” Elise answered. “So it’s been almost a week. I have slept for almost a week…” you muttered. That was probably why you were so nauseous, you hadn’t eaten proper food in a week. “Yes. Loki put you under a charm. He thought it would make it easier” Elise explained. He was right. You wouldn’t have left if it was up to you. You looked over at Elise. She looked at your exposed cleavage. You looked down, thinking you might have spilled something on yourself. 

“Can I ask you a question?” Elise asked as her eyes found yours. “Go ahead” you answered. “When was the last time you bled?” You were slightly taken aback by her so direct question. “Well, it would be around three weeks ago. Why do you ask?” you answered. The carriage hit a bump in the road and you had to re-position yourself. “I don’t mean to offend or dig where I shouldn’t, but did you and the Prince happen to-” “God, Elise!” you chuckled shocked. She moved across the carriage and sat down next to you. Her hand spread cross your stomach. As she looked into your eyes. Was she suggestion you were with child? No. You had taken the potion for many years now. Well, no you hadn’t. You had stopped taking it when Loki disappeared. You had no use for it anymore when you would refuse any other man. Your eyes widened. 

“Am I?” you asked as you realized what the whole situation was about. Elise looked up from her hand and smiled. Her hand didn’t leave the spot. Your heart started beating faster. You weren’t married. For all you knew you weren’t even engaged anymore. You couldn’t be pregnant. No, it would complicate things. In the other hand though… No… nothing good would come of this… You grabbed Elise’s wrist gently. It couldn't be... it didn't happen this fast.

“Tell me” you whispered. 

Elise nodded. “I am not sure. But you have the symptoms, yes? I’ll get the midwife when we arrive” she said. A single tear rolled down your cheek. This could change everything. “Don’t be sad. A child is always a blessing” she said as she wiped your tear away. You turned your head and looked out the window.