#oh course he’s got you laying in his bed it’s where you’ll be comfortable

[yorshie]

My sister-in-law got me drunk and now all I can think about is how the turtles would react to a drunk reader like how would care for them who would be made im SPIRALING

[fleurriee]

oh my god i need a-z alphabet of aemond or whatever it is. foaming at the mouth for this man fr

inspired by @moralesluvr & their a-z

again, more than likely ooc aemond but aren't most fics of him??

this was written over a period of months at sporadic times & i haven't read it through so...

affection — how affection are they? do they show affection?

aemond is not an affection person - i mean, do you know how he was brought up? the only affection he's ever really been shown is when his mother stood up for him that night he lost his eye. so, it's definitely safe to say that affection & aemond do not go together. until he met you, at least.

you're not overly affectionate yourself, but there were certain things you'd do that would make him tense up a little - like, stroking his arm, touching his hand, giving him little compliments, etc. at first, when you'd do these to him, he'd want nothing more than to run away and forget it ever happened... but, the more you did it, the more he got used to it, and the more he craved it.

of course, when you finally get to a point in your relationship where aemond started showing affection back to you, he would only ever do so in the privacy of your chambers, when only those in view were the two of you. it wasn't that he was worried he would come across as weak - he didn't want people to know you were his upmost weakness.

eventually, too, both his mother and heleana are allowed to see these little special moments between the two of you, but that’s all.

bye — what do they do when they need to leave? how are they feeling?

aemond is a busy man, especially when his older brother takes the throne. so, more often than not, the two of you need to part, which is something he hates. he hates not knowing where you’ll be, what you’ll be doing, who you’ll be with — and it’s not a possessive thing, it’s a worried thing. he always worries something bad might happen to you, someone might do something to get back at him.

the first thing he does is reassure you that he’ll back as soon as he possibly can, worded in a way that doesn’t allow him to promise that he won’t be long, because he knows he will be. he takes your face in his hands when he utters these promises to you, looking straight at your eyes so you can see the sincerity. he places gentle kisses all across your face, smiling a little to himself when he hears your giggles. that sounds alone is enough for him to go on.

cuddles — do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?

aemond cuddles in a way that keeps you safe. when you’re in bed, he’ll lie on his back with you lay right next to him, arm draped on his front whilst his goes behind your head. he likes to way he can play with your hair between his fingers, combing it through and soothing you; he likes that he can feel you moving with his every breath as you lay upon his chest. it constantly reminds him that you’re there, that you’re real.

there’s also the times when the two of you have a somewhat free day, spending it together in the silence of your chambers reading your separate books. more often than not, you’re sat apart, trying to concentrate, but then there’s the moments when aemond just needs you that little bit closer. he’ll be sat in his chair, unable to focus with his mind constantly drifting back to you, so he gestures you over. the position isn’t exactly a completely comfortable one, but you’re close, and that’s all you care about. you’ll be sat on his lap, both arms around your middle as he carries on reading, you head on his shoulder. it just makes the silence all the more beautiful for him.

domestic — how domestic are they? do they want to settle down?

aemond can come across quite domestic, but maybe that’s just because he knows eventually, the two of you will have no choice but to be so. and, he tries, at least more than his brother did with heleana. it’s always the little things — holding your hand in a gentle grip when leaving a carriage, making sure you don’t lose your step; pulling out the chair for you and pushing you back in at feasts.

like i said, it’s his duty, so he knows he wants to settle down. but, there was a time when he never thought he would because he couldn’t find anyone who would want to settle down with him, something he attributed to his missing eye. and then, he met you, and you didn’t care he had something missing. in that moment, he knew he was ready to finally begin his duties.

equal — how much effort do they put into the relationship?

aemond likes to give back as much to you as he can possibly try. of course, at first, he didn’t know how to properly do what you do to him — how is it that you’re able to make him blush when he’s never done so before; how is it that you’re capable of causing his heart to beat at rapid pulses?

aemond simply wanted to make you feel as loved as you made him feel. what type of husband would he be if he couldn’t do that for his very own wife? so, until he could finally figure out what got your heart racing, he’s definitely thinking of different ways to make you fall more impossibly in love with him.

fiancé — how are they in an engagement?

when aemond finally warms up to the idea of possibly being in a marriage alliance that could make him happy, he somehow turns it into the perfect betrothal.

he makes sure to spend as much time with you as he possibly can whenever he’s free, learning all your likes and dislikes, what your favourite hobbies are, etc. not only does he want to know everything he can about you, but it also helps to know how to best make you smile.

if he learns that you like to read, best believe he’s spending time with you in the library, the both of you talking about your favourite books; if you like to embroider, he’s definitely asking heleana if you can join her, making even sitting in silence with you as you converse with his sister.

aemond wants to make your life as easy as he can, and he knows that by reassuring you during your engagement that you’ll be safe and even potentially happy with him is just the first step.

gentle — how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?

how is it that aemond can be both gentle and aggressive? to anyone looking in from the outside, he’s a rock, as hard as stone and the only expression you’ll find on his face is a smirk. he’s willing to prove himself to anyone — show how much of a warrior he is now that he’s practiced almost as much as he’s breathed.

but to you, behind the privacy of your chamber doors? it’s almost like he’s trying to handle a butterfly. he’s so nervous that maybe his rough, calloused hands will be too harsh on you, that his attempt at a smile might look a little too like a smirk. but, he tries, and that’s all you can ask of him.

hugs — do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?

aemond is not a hugger. he finds it almost too intimate, too uncomfortable. when you first tried to hug him, all he felt was tense and stiff. none of it felt right.

now, he’ll give in to a hug on certain occasions, like when you’re upset — especially when you’re upset. the moment he sees your teary eyes and quivering lips, he’s instantly wrapping you in his embrace, forgetting all about the fact that on a normal day, he’d hate it. but, he knows you need comforting, and he’s willingly to do just about anything to make you feel better.

aemond’s hugs, despite not being used to them, feel like a protective circle, more so when you’re in need of comforting and he’s using the tightest grip he has on you. it’s like he needs you to know that he’s there, that he’s close by, that his body is always going to be entwined with yours.

i love you — how fast do they say the words?

it takes aemond forever — i’m talking years. again, though, can you really blame him when he’s not even sure what love actually is? he wasn’t shown barely even a smidge growing up — how’s he supposed to know that’s what he’s feeling every time he looks at you?

but, even when he finally figures it out, you best believe he’s keeping that secret to himself for a while longer. the idea of you not feeling the same way, of you feeling repulsed, of you laughing at his face for even thinking such a way is such a terrifying thought for him, he’d be to worried to ever confess.

when he eventually does, however, he’s not even aware he’s saying the words until his mind fully focuses on the expression you’re giving him. the two of you were in bed, you lay on top of him, your finger mindlessly running circles on his chest after spending your time intimately together. you were telling him about your day, how happy you’d been to spend it with heleana and how she always manages to make you feel young again, when the words just flew through him mouth.

needless to say, after that moment and the way you so lovingly reacted to it, aemond loves to whisper it in your ear.

jealousy — how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?

aemond doesn’t like to admit, but he gets jealous more often than not. he’s fallen far and hard, and the idea of you ever falling for someone else, or someone trying to, it scares him.

he keeps his cool as best as he can, clenching both his jaw and his fists, hoping that the lord who offered you to dance at the feast won’t try to pull anything that will make him want to break his neck.

and, he’ll just stew in his jealousy until the whole things over. he’ll never take it out on you, because he knows you couldn’t exactly say no when a lord asks you to dance. and, he knows he’ll never have to courage to do what they can — he can’t dance with you in front of everybody, but he sure as hell can when your in your chambers, and you’re always there to reassure him that you’d take him over any lord for the rest of your life.

kisses — what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?

for the longest time, aemond’s kisses are just pecks, and only across the back of your hand. when he started to get bolder the closer your relationship became, he’d peck your cheeks, your forehead. he was scared when he first kissed your lips, again just a peck, but after that first time, his hands cupping your face in such an intimate way, he couldn’t help himself. his kisses are still soft, but there’s a greediness to it, one that shows how starving he is for more of you.

aemond fucking loves it when you kiss his scar — he’s never felt so much love in his entire life. the way you never try to pressure him to take the patch off, your thumbs stroking soothingly against the white mark before placing such a gentle caress of a kiss against it? god, he’d do anything for you when you do that to him.

little ones — how are they around children? how many do they want?

aemond isn’t the best around children, never really know how best to act, or what to say, or worried he might come across as some monster just from the sight of him alone. but, when heleana had the twins, something in him changed. he cared for them unconditionally, allowing them to pull on his hair and climb on him just because they were bored. being an uncle made him realise that maybe one day he could do the same with his own children.

he would want as many kids as you would allow him — he’d definitely want to be the next jaehaerys when it comes to all his heirs. he couldn’t think of anything better than having a big family with you, uncaring as to whether they were all boys, all girls or a mixture of both. aemond would want boys for the longest time, teach to be fierce warriors and have them protect your family, but as the time got closer, he’d secretly start wanting a girl, who he’d raise the same and love all the more.

morning — how are mornings spent with them?

mornings with aemond are rare. more often than not, he’s unfortunately called for some business or counsel meeting he really couldn’t be bothered for, having to leave your warm embrace for a cold welcome somewhere else.

but, on the rare occasions where he somehow managed both the old gods and the new to allow him a free morning, you spend it stuck against one another, allowing yourselves more time to sleep in.

night — how are nights spent with them?

nights with aemond are either spent with the two of you wrapped in bed, on the chairs by the fire — but, either way, the two of you are full of conversation. it can be spent with whatever you’ve done during that day, or how you’re thinking of spending the next one.

aemond always makes sure someone has your fire going and a bath reading before either of you arrive there. he likes it when you have baths together, facing the window as you just look out at the sky. you could be spending it in silence for all he cares, as long as it’s just the two of you, he doesn’t care.

open — when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait to reveal things slowly?

it would take aemond so long to open himself up to you, even when it came to the little things about him.

in order to do so, he felt as though he needed to know more about you first — about whether you would even be worthy of nothing all the ins and outs of him. and even then, when he finally understood you completely, it was nerve wracking for him, coming clean and being vulnerable with anyone.

aemond definitely took his time opening himself up, too, in the sense that he wouldn’t unload everything onto you at once. he would just subtly mention something he hadn’t told you before whenever it felt right in the middle of a conversation — and one thing he loved about you, was that you never made a big deal out of it. you just took the information in with a small smile on your face and carried on.

patience — how easily angered are they?

like i said before, this man gets jealous easy, and the same goes for his anger.

we all know what aemond is like and the shit he's been through, so is it really any surprise?

but he's good at hiding it - he does that smirk of his and his eyes narrow dangerously. to anyone else but you, they'd just think that was his resting expression.

however, when others take it just a little too far?? with you?? yeah, they're dead, the blood of the dragon comes out in him for sure.

he tries not to maim them too much for your sake, but he's definitely fed a few people to vhagar because they insulted you.

quizzes — how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or forget everything?

aemond remembers everything.

he doesn't talk much; her prefers to listen, so he's very attentive with you. during your courting days, when you were getting to know one another more properly, he'd learned everything about you and made sure to keep it all locked within a little safe in his mind.

he'll remember all dates you consider important so he can do something special for you; he'll remember your favourite book so he can make sure you always have a spare with you; he'll remember your favourite flowers so he can spoil you rotten with them.

the list is simply endless with this man.

remember — what is their favourite memory of your relationship?

the day he finally revealed his sapphire to you.

it was one of his biggest worries; you'd not long been married, and you were getting along so well, he was terrified that the moment you laid eyes on it, you were going to run.

he couldn't stand the idea of you leaving him, of thinking him less than because of his scars.

but, it happened in the spur of a moment type of way - you'd wanted to see all of him for a while now but you didn't want to push him, and whilst the two of you were kissing heatedly in your rooms, one of your hands repeatedly got stuck between his eye patch and his hair. without even realising what he was doing, aemond took it off.

the silence was deafening as you gazed upon him, all of him, and aemond swore he could feel his heart in his throat.

all of that changed when you smiled at him as you always had done, filled with such love and admiration, and you carried on like nothing happened.

aemond knew from that moment on there was no other explanation other than you were put on this world just for him.

security — how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?

aemond targaryen? protective? they're basically synonyms.

fr though, all aemond is thinking about is where you are and whether you're safe, but not in an overbearing, possessive way. he just knows that you're his biggest weakness, and it's probably painfully obvious to everyone else.

when you're apart, aemond always makes sure you have at least 3 of his most trusted guards with you at all times, even if you're only spending the day in the library.

when you're together, aemond's protective in the little ways. it's important to him that you're always on his good side, allowing him to see where you are and who else is nearby in case they try anything; if you're a little bit in front of him, he'll have his hand on the small of your back, for his sake more than yours, but if you're standing next to one another, he asks you to put his arm through his, the comfort of your presence giving him ease.

aemond knows you're not an overly protective person, but he absolutely adores it when you stand up for him, defending his honour when you hear someone slander him, be it for his looks or his demeanour. he loves how angry and protective you get over him, and he wouldn't want you to do anymore than that.

try — how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts?

aemond's a 50/50 guy when it comes to stuff like this.

you mean a lot to him, and he'll do almost anything to put a smile on your face, so long as it's just between the two of you.

he won't want to do anything too extravagant or adventurous; the most it's gone has been when he took you flying on vhager for the first time.

he likes to keep it kind of low key. he make sure you have several bouquets of your favourite flowers in your rooms for you; the cooks have prepared your favourite breakfast, dinner and deserts; and he'll make sure he spends the entire day with you, clearing off anything else he needs to do and shoving it away for another day.

ugly — what are some bad habits of theirs?

aemond is big on silent treatment.

he didn't talk about any of his feelings when he was younger, and unfortunately, it's something he ended up taking with him as he grew older.

you know he tries his absolute hardest to not give you the silent treatment, but when it's been engrained within your brain your entire life, it's easier said than done. he knows you hate it, and it's something he's definitely trying to work on for you.

another thing would be his anger towards others. with you, he never gets angry, because how could he ever get angry at his sweet little wife? but with others, he's brutal.

it's another thing you hate when he does, the way he so callously beats and maims others for something you wouldn't think deserve such a punishment.

vanity — how concerned are they with their looks?

aemond's not exactly concerned, but he is cautious.

when he looks at you, all he sees are the stars in your eyes and the goddess far above within your features. and standing next to him, he knows it has to be such a sight.

he's always been one to take care of his hair - it's just his eye.

he doesn't like the way it stands out so brutishly against your shining figure, dark and cruel.

of course, the start to changing his way of thinking happens after he reveals his eye to you, and he realises that it only matters what you think, no one else.

whole — would they feel incomplete without you?

oh, yes.

beforehand, aemond never wanted a wife, he never wanted a family, he just simply wanted to protect his family like the dutiful son he was.

but once you've fallen into his dark embrace and he's finally gotten a taste of what marriage life is supposed to be like, aemond can't imagine anything any other way.

xtra — a random headcannon for them!!

aemond loves it when you take care/pamper him.

it's something he struggled to admit to himself, let alone to you, but once you're past that barrier, it's one of the things he looks forward to at the end of his day.

you'll have a bath prepared for him, dismissing the maids because no one takes care of him like you do, and you'll help wash him sensually, cleaning his hair and massaging his shoulder of all the knots built up.

he loves it when you play with his hair - washing it, brushing it, stroking it, you name it.

it just makes aemond feel so loved.

yuck — what are some things they wouldn’t like, in general or in a partner?

when your courting started, one of the most important things to aemond was that you got on with his sister, heleana.

he wasn't entirely bothered if you didn't get on with his mother because he knows she can be intimidating sometimes, and he definitely didn't care when it came to aegon.

but with heleana, he needed it to happen.

for aemond, it spoke a lot about the other person. if they didn't like heleana, for whatever excuse they may come up with, there had to be something wrong with him, they had to have been a bad person somewhere inside.

definitely off-putting for him.

zzz — what are their sleep habits?

he's a light sleeper in every sense.

he feels the wind coming through the open window? he's awake. he hears a rustle from outside his doors? he's awake. he feels you move slightly against him in your sleep? he's awake.

aemond is never really fully asleep, but it does get better once you start to sleep next to him.

he's always made sure you sleep the furthest away from the door, a habit he'll never get rid of for your safety.

he likes to have you as close to him as possible, wanting to feel your skin against his own for his comfort, no matter if it's the hottest summer known to man.

[catsteeth]

Sugar & Violence

Podrick Payne x reader 

+:✿ Chapter 5 ✿:+ : To The Wall

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Summary: You’re a Mormont being held hostage by House Lannister.  You are acting now as the Handmaiden for Margery Tyrell, whom you’ve grown quite close with. But it seems that a squire has caught your attention as you have caught his. 

CW: afab reader, MDNI, pining, queer unresolved romantic tension, unspoken confession, threats of violence, misogyny, mention of violence, mention of alcohol consumption, mention of NSFW themes.

Word Count: 4.9k

 

It had been a few days since Joffrey's murder.

You had spent those days locked in your chamber for the entirety of those two days. You spent it laying about and hoping that Podrick had received your orders and followed them. 

How silly of you, you thought. Laying about thinking of a man, worrying about a man. How dreadfully pathetic. 

You hoped that the news of Joffrey's murder traveled North to your family. Your cousin, and your father. You hoped they heard it, it would satisfy them at least. 

But mostly you thought of Podrick. What he said before he left, he “wanted to marry you”. What would that have looked like? ‘(Y/N) Payne’, it sounded right to you, felt like bliss. You imagined he and you back on the Island. There’d be no need to sneak and hide, you could sleep in the same bed and sleep til the late morning without fearing anyone would catch you. 

Maybe you’d even carry a babe in your belly… 

Look at you, a silly girl twirling her hair thinking of boys as you laid on your bed. Now wasn’t the time for that, no now was the time to do everything you could to get back to him.

Just as you thought it, a guard holding a tray of food entered your chambers. “Supper time, bear bitch.” He said about sliding your tray across the floor. 

“Wait,”  You called out as you sat up on your bed.

“You aint got nothing I wanna hear.” He said pushing your tray across the floor.

You walked towards him, your hand trailing down the cleavage exposed from your dress. “I might have something you want to feel.” Your seductive facade was clearly working as the man closed the door behind him. “It’s been awfully lonely in this room, relieving myself on my pillows simply won’t do.” You whined as you trailed your other hand down his chest.

He looked around the room to make sure he wasn’t being set up, “You any good at it?” The man smirked,

“Better than any whore in any brothel. And cheaper too, infact I won’t cost a thing.” You batted your eyelashes and faked a giggle.

He cupped your chin, “How about your mouth?” You took his thumb and sucked on it, the man groaned “Hells, alright then get on with it-”

You immediately stopped and looked at him, your facade dropping, “Oh but for that you’ll need to help me with one thing.” 

The man groaned and whined about it but eventually gave in. After all, he was already half way hard.

You made him smuggle you down to the dungeons in a dark cloak. Down to the cells where they kept your lover's former Lord. 

As you stepped inside the dungeon cell you removed your hooded cloak.

“I must speak with you.” You spoke with intention and direct purpose. 

“Not very smart of you. You were accused just as I was.” He was clearly upset, being locked away in a dungeon does not tend to bring out the best in people.

“I am to be released soon enough.” You were already growing annoyed by the way this conversation was going.

“Not quite. You’re still in King's Landing.” He was right of course “Besides if two accused come together as one person might talk. ‘What other King will they kill?’” He spoke in a mocking tone.

“I didn’t kill a king. Why would I risk my Lady’s position?” You should have, but at that point, your attention was solely focused on keeping you and Podrick together. Maybe you were being selfish.

“Because by letting her marry him, you’d be risking her life.” You felt a comfort in knowing someone else knew and recognized his cruelty. Most were too scared to express it.

You looked down and rationalized, “She is a woman grown. Capable of deciding her own path. As are you.” You looked back at him, ready to return the accusation, “Joffrey was quite cruel towards you.” 

“As he was to most.” 

“Especially you.” You said stepping closer to him,  “No one would have blamed you for it.” 

“Oh but they could.” He said, holding up his hands in chains.

You shook your head, “I’ve not come here to argue with you.” 

“What did you come for? And how did you? The guard-“

You interrupted, knowing your time was limited, “I told him I’d suck his cock if he let me in.” 

He chuckled “Not quite faithful to our mutual friend are you?” he said with a raised eyebrow.

“How do you-“

He interrupted you, “Please, I am not blind. Love comes from the eyes. I could see it in him and you whenever you found one another.” His gaze was softer, as if he knew how dear you were to Podrick. He shrugged, “That and I've seen him shuffling out of your chambers in the early morning.” 

“I’m not going to suck the guard's cock.” You shook your head and looked down almost ashamed you’d even told him that you would. You knew you wouldn’t, ever.  “Once I leave here, I’m going to tell him if he doesn’t forget it happened I'll tell the queen he let me out, and I’ve a witness now.” You said looking at him.

“You are smart.” He nodded, 

“I'm terrified.” Your eyes focused on him, “Never been terrified before. But I am… now.” You huffed,  “Not even for me. Cersei could throw me in here for a hundred years and I'd be content as long as I know I did what I could to free him from this place.” Your words were much more sweet and sincere than Tyrion would have expected.

He looked confused, “A squire. A loyal one I will give him that. But a girl of an honorable house name… picks a squire, I don’t understand.” 

“it’s not meant for you to understand.” You said defensively, then you sat on a crate that was in the room, you looked down and smiled, “He was kind. The only kind man I'd ever known. His kindness was pure of any ambition or desire. He was kind to me because he wanted to be. Even when he saw me being unpleasant and harsh… He still was kind to me.” You finished sounding sorrowful almost.

“He was a good lad.” He nodded, his face was one of understanding.

“He is. And right now all I am concerned about is where he is going?” Your voice was quiet and soft.

“You think I know?” His cynical facade, still hanging on.

“You owe him your life. Of course you know.” Your eyes looked desperate, and Tyrion could see it.

He looked down, “My brother Jamie has sent him to squire Brienne of Tarth. That’s all that I know.” 

“I can work with that.” You smiled slightly. 

As your conversation with Tyrion was coming to a close the dungeon door opened.

“Alright birdie, your times up with the imp. And your time with me is about to start.” The man was grinning ear to ear, it made Tyrion wince. 

You didn’t look at the man at all, not acknowledging his existence at all “Thank you.” You said to Tyrion before you stood and turned to the man in the doorway. “I’m not touching you and if you so much as whine I will tear your pathetic excuse of a cock off and stuff it in your mouth so that you cannot speak when the queen questions why you let someone accused of murdering her son out of her chamber and into the cell of another accused murder.” Your voice was deep and venomous.

Tyrion cracked a smile as the man stood there processing what you’d said.

One he did after a few moments of silence he took you by your arm and dragged you back to your chambers, huffing and puffing like a child the whole way. 

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

A few days earlier, 

Just as Tyrion had said Jamie assigned Podrick to Brienne to aid her in her quest to find the Stark sisters and bring them to safety. 

Podrick was heartbroken without you, and without the certainty that he’d find you anytime soon. However his one solace was that he was to serve the very woman that had inspired such happiness in you. When you saw her you saw a bit of yourself in her. You saw a great warrior and someone worth something. Podrick was proud to serve such a Lady.

“I don’t need a squire.” Brienne said annoyed that one was even being pushed onto her.

“Of course you do.” Jaime said

Brienne’s annoyance only escalated, “He’ll slow me down.” 

“My brother owes him a debt, he’s not safe here. You’re keeping him from harm. It’s chivalry.” Jamie smiled at her annoyance.

Podrick felt the need to interject, “I won’t slow you down, ser–” Brienne looked at him with daggers in her eyes and Jamie looked at him like he was mad, “My lady…” He attempted to correct his mistake. “I promise I’ll serve you well.” He nodded,

“See? He’s a good Lad. You’ll get along.” Jamie said, patting him on the back.

As their journey began Podrick realized two things. Firstly he did not learn anything in Lord Tyrion's service. Especially how to ride a horse, 

“Come on move,” Podrick said to his brown horse, trying to get it to comply with his directions that he clearly did not know how to give. 

Brienne looked over at him with irritation, “Didn’t they teach you how to ride a horse?” she questioned.

He continued to struggle with his reigns, “Yes, my Lady when I was young. There wasn’t much call for Lord Tyrion, though. He preferred litters.” 

“Perhaps you should have stayed with him.” She said clearly unsatisfied with Jamie’s ‘gift’  “It’s not going to be a pleasant journey for you. It could take weeks to get to the wall, depending on the weather.” 

His horse made its own way off the path and back on it again at its own leisure. “That’s a long way off,” He said, hiding his slight excitement as best he could. If they were going to the wall there was a chance he’d see you if you did as you said and escaped. Or at least he could try to convince your father to send aid. 

“Well Lady Sansa's brother is at Castle Black. If I were her that’s where I’d go.” She looked back at Podrick again, rolling her eyes, “Feel free to stop at any point.” 

“Never, my Lady. I am your squire.” he attempted to say it with conviction but his constant struggle made his tone waver.

“I’ve made it this far in the world without a squire. Don’t see why I need one now.” 

“All knights have squires, my Lady.” 

“I’m not a knight. And I’m not a slaver, either. I don’t own you.” 

“I swore an oath, my Lady.” His conviction was strong.

“I am releasing you from that oath.” She looked back at him, noticing he was still there, “That means you can leave.” 

“I know.” 

“What do you think will happen if you leave?” She raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious why someone would want to stay with her.

“They’ll say I wasn’t a very good squire.” The truth was the past hour proved to him that he couldn’t make it out here on his own. And if he were going to find you he would need to learn to stand on his two feet first. 

The second thing he had learned however, was how similar you and Brienne were. Though of course he preferred you to her. She was direct, stubborn, and clearly loyal. 

It made him more inclined to tolerate her words.

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

A day after your meeting with Tyrion, Margaery had snuck into your chamber as she often did now. You begged her to find more information about where Podrick might have gone, the next day she'd already found an answer to your question. 

“Podrick left with Brienne of Tarth. Jamie Lannister commanded him to squire for her, aid her efforts to find Sansa Stark.” Her words were heavy as if she’d known something you didn’t.

“What is it?” You asked,

“I am to tell you that you may resume your duties as my lady.” Your eyes lit up and hers darkened, “You have been cleared as a suspect.” She said, once again her voice and her face did not match the happiness of the news you’d received. “I found these last night.” She handed you clothing and armor, you recognized it. It was the very same armor that you’d arrived in Kings Landing with. Not your best armor but you took it, happily.

“Thank you. Thank you for what you’ve done for me, Margaery.” You said sincerely, smiling at her.

“So you are leaving me?” She asked, 

You looked confused, she must've known it was coming, “I must. There’s nothing left here for me.” You said, your brows furrowed.

“There’s me. Your dearest friend.” She held onto your hand with a tight grip. 

“Margaery, Pod-” You began to explain but she interrupted. 

“My last two husbands were murdered. I could have run to the high garden but I didn't.” 

“You’ve a goal, and I’ve mine.” You tried to reason with her.

She shook her head as if she were shaking away her thoughts from it, “I know. I know. Love.” She said as if the word were a silly concept, something foreign. “I just wish you’d choose me.”

You leaned into her, “This place is not safe. for me or for you for that matter. You should leave, marry someone who you love.” You tried to have her see reason.

She shook her head, looking at you with eyes filled with an emotion you did not understand. “I can’t marry someone I love.” she looked down at her hand hold yours then back into your eyes, “I am going to be the Queen.”

You nodded, she had made her choice and you made yours, “And I cannot always be your lady- Handmaiden.” 

“Why not?” You were about to open your mouth to explain but she stopped you, forcing a false smile. “You are right. It’s best we leave our girlhood behind us and realize we’ve stepped into our womanhood. Silly dreams and feelings cannot hold such weight. But, for whatever it may be worth, however little. I enjoyed the time," She held your hand even tighter, "The time we spent laughing.” You smiled at her, you understood now. But still, I could not give her what she wanted. “The Guards by the stables leave it unattended for a few minutes each night, when the moon is highest. That’s your best chance.” She said, slightly tearing up. 

“Goodbye, and thank you.” You said, smiling warmly attempting to not cry.

“Goodbye, and thank you.” She repeated back to you.

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

You did as she said and you left that night. 

You stole a Lannister horse, being sure to remove its colors and saddle from it but that meant you’d have to ride it bare. ‘They hang horse thieves,’ you thought. So you were sure to steal a sword while you at it.

You had been riding quite a long time, didn’t know how long even but you knew the sun had come and gone a few times, and now were quite hungry. You found a nearby inn. You knew that eventually they’d throw their left overs out in the back eventually. 

As you hanged around the back you let your new horse drink from a creek.

“Hello, there.” You heard behind you, you turned around and saw a short and stout boy.

“Hello…” You said with narrow eyes and a furrow brow.

“You want to come in? It’s much warmer inside, there’s ale, water, kidney pie-” You could tell he was a talker and cut him off before he could keep going.

“I don’t have any money.” You shook your head, “Just watering the horse, I’ll be on my way.” You said looking back at your horse.

“Your armor is quite nice, are you a Knight?” The boy continued to question you, 

“Women cannot be knights.” You said not looking back at him.

“What's the bear for?” He asked innocently, 

You thought for a moment, you couldn’t admit who you were, “House Brune of the CrownLands.” 

“Looks like a Mormont sigil.” He said,

You shook your head, “They’re loyal to the traitors from Winterhell.” You were good at lying, but somehow you couldn’t quite say that without your voice wavering.

“It is a Mormont sigil, isn’t it?” He said. You thought you’d been found out by someone loyal to the crown. So naturally you took hold of your sword's handle, “I didn’t mean to offend!” He said, raising his hands. You couldn’t bring yourself to escalate the situation anymore than that. 

You took your hand away from your sword, satisfied he wasn’t a threat. You turned back to the horse once again.“Just let me be on my way.” 

“You’re a long way out from the North.” He said concerned, and you didn’t respond. “You want a hot meal?” He asked kindly.

You looked at him, your eyes a bit softer now. “I told you I don’t have any money.” 

He shrugged, “I am happy to give it.” He looked around to make sure no one else could hear him say whatever he was going to, “Starks need a loyal ally.” You nodded and he went back into the Inn for a few minutes before returning with food wrapped in a cloth.

“Thank you.” You nodded at him as you took the food. 

“What was your name?” 

You thought for a moment, then deciding you could tell him. It was the least you could do. “(Y/N) Mormont.” 

“I knew I was right.” He said with a smile. You smiled back as you ate the pastry.

The two of you talked, or more like he talked at you for some time and you went on your way.

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

Little did you know that a mere few hours later Podrick and Brienne would be stopping into that very same place.

As Brienne and Podrick sat at a table. She dug into the pie in front of her “A bit of comfort never hurt anyone. We’ve been sleeping in ditches. I think we can treat ourselves with a featherbed for the night and a hot meal not cooked by you.” She said, 

“Couldn’t agree more, my Lady.” Podrick said defeatedly as he drank the ale in his cup.

“Just don’t expect silk underclothes. Not working for your former lord anymore.” 

“Yes, my Lady.” He began to drink even more of his ale,

Brienne took his cup away, “Don’t get drunk,” she snapped at him.

“No, my Lady.” He submitted, 

That very same short and stout boy began talking to Brienne the very same way as he did you.

“That’s nice armor, are you a Knight?” He asked innocently. 

“No.” She was frustrated by the assumption.

“Oh it’s just people with nice armor are usually knights. Generally speaking. Funny enough I saw another Lady in armor, she wasn’t from around here there. From King’s Landing though, aren’t you?” Brienne looked at him with disdain and Podrick looked at him uncomfortably. “From there myself originally, flea bottom born and bred.” He continued, “What brings you to these parts?” 

“We’re looking for someone. A girl, tall, red hair, very pretty. Her name is Sansa Stark.” Brienne got directly to the point. Podrick looked at her empathically, but concerned.

“Stark? What like them lot from Winterhell? Ain't seen anyone like that. Them lot are traitors. No room for traitors in here.” He feigned his loyalty to the crown as he picked himself up and left Brienne and Podrick on their own.

Podrick found it difficult to hear such things about a place you were so loyal to.

꒰ ୨୧ ─ 

As Brienne and Podrick left the inn, Brienne noticed Podrick’s worried look as he readied their horses.

“What?” She asked devoid of any emotion.

“It’s nothing, my lady.” He shook his head, 

“You wouldn’t screw your face up if it was nothing.” 

“Don’t want to offend, my lady. Truly I don’t” 

“You’re not interesting enough to be offensive.” 

“The Lannisters want Lady Sansa. The Lannisters have money. People kill for money. I don’t think that we should be telling people about us trying to find Lady Sansa.”

“My lady, My Lord.” He got the attention of Pod and Brienne, “You seem like a proper lady, someone who can be trusted… I don’t know a Sansa Stark. But I know her sister, Arya.” 

Brienne furrowed her brow, "No one's seen Arya Stark since her father was beheaded. She's presumed dead."

"She weren't when I last spoke to her...heading up north with the Night's Watch. She was all dressed up as a boy...going by the name Arry. "

Her interest peaked, "So what happened to her? The quick version."

"The Lannisters took us prisoner. We escaped. The Brotherhood took us prisoner. They 'sold' me to the innkeep. They were gonna sell Arya to her mother at Riverrun, along with another prisoner: big ugly fellow, foul mouth and a face like a half-burnt ham. Not friendly." He shook his head, 

“Thank you,” Brienne said, 

“You know it’s funny, It’s not everyday you meet a Lady in armor. And it’s not everyday you meet two in one day.” He said, Pod and Brienne losing interest quickly, “And this one was a lot like you too, My Lady. Not very friendly at first,” Brienne looked at him, “Meaning no offense. But once I found out she was a Mormont she was pleasant enough.” Podrick looked at him as if lighten had struck him, Brienne noticed and looked at him strangely, 

“What’d she look like?” He asked, Brienne looking at him even stranger. 

The boy described you, exactly, there was no mistake.

“Did she say where she was going?” Podrick continued to press him uncharacteristically  

“No, my Lord. I asked and she wouldn’t say.” He said, 

Podrick looked defeated and went back to reading the horse, but Brienne kept her eyes on him, curious as to what that meant to him.

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

On your long journey you stumbled into a camp, but not any camp. You could tell just by looking at the boys that they were Knights Watch recruits.

This had to have been a sign from the Gods. Safer passage North and saver passage to your father. As you rode up you were eyeballed by all the new recruits, unfamiliar with who you were. 

“Hello pretty girl,” A man said, 

“Bring me, Yoren.” You spoke confidently and coldy. 

“Now is that a sweet way to ask?” The same man asked a shorter man beside him. 

“No, not sweet at all.” The short man said. 

A younger man with short hair behind them spoke up, “She’s wearing Mormont armor.”

You sat up tall on your horse, “My father is Jeor Mormont. I am (Y/N) Mormont. Now bring me Yoren.” You reasserted,

“Yes, My Lady.”  The short man said before rushing to find him. 

Soon enough Yoren was with helding you and dismounting your horse. “Lady Mormont.” He said happily enough for such a grumpy old man. He had known you since you were born.

“Yoren.” You said with a smile,

“What can we offer ye?” His arms crossed and his eyes softened towards you,

You sighed knowing he’d not want what you were going to propose, “I want to go to the wall. To Castle Black.” You nodded.

“Well, I think you know better than anyone that a lady can not join the Knights watch.” He teased,

“I’m not looking to join it. I am looking for my father.” 

His tone shifted slightly to a deeper one, “It’s unusual, and dangerous road, that's for sure.” He sighed and looked down, then back at you, “But your father would bury me deep in the ground if I didn’t.” He smirked, 

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

Weeks had passed. Pod and Brienne’s journey was taking a hard turn. Everything had gone wrong. 

They’d found Arya like the boy at the Inn said, but when Brienne fought the Hound for Arya they’d lost her. She didn’t want the protection to begin with, the entire thing hurt and frustrated Brienne more than she knew to describe. 

So naturally she took it out on Podrick.

“Will we head North at some point?” Podrick asked about setting up camp, “You said Sansa had a brother at Castle Black. We’re a few days' ride from the kings road. It’ll take us-” 

“Us?” Brienne asked, her voice devoid of all emotion, “The only reason you’re here is because Jaime Lannister told me you weren’t safe in the Capital.” Podrick stood still, unsure of what to do or say, “You’re hundreds of miles from King’s Landing.” She said removing her armor. “No one knows what you look like, no one cares. You’re safe.”

“But I am your squire.” He couldn’t let his opportunity go, to prove himself to himself, and to you.

“Do you even know what a squire is?” She looked at him with a look of contempt. 

“An attendant to a knight?” He looked confused,

“I’m not a knight, that means you’re not a squire.”

“Well where will I go?” 

“I don’t care, I'm not your mother.” She practically spat her words at him,

“You swore to find the Stark girls.” 

“I found Arya. She didn’t want my protection.” 

“Sansa still might.” He attempted to calm her,

“Will you shut your mouth?” She snapped at him, “I didn’t ask for your advice. I don't want you to follow me because I’m not a leader. All I ever wanted was to fight for a lord I believed in. The ones are dead and the rest are monsters.” She scowled as she looked off into the distance and then looked back at Podrick, “And all your lords, they’ve all been so kind to you.” She stood and walked away, “All except me,” She took a breath and looked back at him, “I’m sorry you have to squire such a nasty person.” 

“That girl he talked about in the Inn. I knew her well. She met you once, and couldn't stop talking about you.” He continued to set up camp, “I’m not sorry. You’re the best fighter I’ve ever seen. You beat the hound. I am proud to be your squire.”

She looked at him, “I’m sorry I am always snapping at you.” 

“If you didn’t snap at me I wouldn’t learn anything.” He said with a strange optimism, 

“You want to be a Knight, Pod?” 

He looked at her, his eyes filled with excitement “Yes.” 

She nodded and sat down, pointed to the armor she wanted him to take off of her, “Starting tomorrow, we’ll train with a sword twice a day. Before we ride in the morning and after you make camp in the evening. And I am going to show you how to ride properly.” He finished taking off her armor for her, “I can’t knight you, but I can teach you to fight.” 

“I suppose that’s more important.” He smiled ear to ear. “You weren’t a knight, but you were a Kingsgaurd to Renly Baratheon, weren’t you?” He questioned, genuinely curious. 

“I was.” She said, 

“Lord Tyrion said he was a good man.”

“He was.” You could hear her grief, 

“How did you end up serving Renly?” Podrick asked as he sat beside her. 

Brienne hesitated for a moment but began her story, “When I was a girl my father held a ball. I was his only living child so he wanted to make a good match for me. I didn’t want to go but he dragged me. And I loved it.” Podrick smiled, she reminded him of you. “None of the boys noticed how mulish and tall I was. They shoved each other when they thought it was their turn to dance.” She smiled looking back at her own story, “I’d never been so happy.” Her smile faded, “Till I saw a few of the boys snickering.” Podricks smile faded as well, “And then they all started to laugh, and couldn't keep the game up any longer. Brienne the beauty they called me- great joke. And I realized I was the ugliest girl alive. A great lumbering beast.” You could feel her pain just in her words alone. “I tried to run away but Renly Baratheon took me into his arms. ‘Don’t let them see your tears,’ he told me ‘They’re nasty little shits, and nasty little shits aren’t worth crying over.’” Her smile returned again, “He danced with me and none of the boys could say a word. He was the King's brother after all.” Podrick smiled back, 

“But wasn’t he… Lord Tyrion said that he was,” Podrick asked awkwardly, 

“Yes Pod, he liked men. I am not an idiot. He didn’t love me. He didn’t want me. He danced with me because he was kind.” She explained. 

She looked down, thinking back to the memories she had with him,“Nothings more hateful than failing to protect the one you love.” 

Those words stuck with Podrick,

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[jji-lee]

before your message had even sent haechan was already standing awkwardly at your front door, soup in one hand and a small bag of medicine in the other. he knocked softly waiting for a response, oh right you had told him where the key was, why did he suddenly feel so nervous? he looked around until he spotted a large pot of blue hydrangeas, a little golden key sticking out of the soil (you should really hide that better).

as he entered your house he was greeted by a sweet scent, one that he assumed was yours. he stood at the entrance for a while looking around your little living space, warm lighting filling the room, textbooks stacked on every surface, lost pens hiding in every dark corner, this space felt so different than what he was used to, but somehow he found comfort in the way that all of these things resembled you, he was actually in YOUR house. he pushed the thoughts of jaemin being able to enjoy this before him out of his head before deciding that he was going to give you the soup personally, he wanted to at least catch a glimpse of you before leaving, just to make sure you weren’t dead of course.

it didn’t take long for him to find you, the soft sound of your bedroom tv guiding him. he knocked on your door before peeking in. you were curled up in bed, curtains shut, only the light from the tv shining on you. you looked up from your spot on the bed sticking a hand out from under your thick blanket to greet him,

“hey hyuck, sorry mark sent you to do this”

did you just call him hyuck? haechan thinks it’s the sweet smell in the air that’s getting to his head but all he can mutter out is a soft,

“uh yeah no problem”

you stared at him for a moment and gestured for him to leave the soup on the bedside table. after he put it down he just stood there, silently swaying back and forth. it was silent for a moment neither of you understanding why the other wasn’t speaking. well… fuck it… mark did say he had a good feeling about this, and when is mark ever wrong?

“move over”

he leaned his knee on your bed using his hands to gesture for you to lay on the other side,

“what are you doing on my bed”

he blushed slightly, embarrassment taking over his body,

“just, ugh, move over, i got you sick and you need heat, im a person who can provide heat so just move over”

what the hell was he even saying? he sat down awkwardly on your bed as you scooted over

“just, just, come here”

he pulled you gently so you’d lay your head on his lap,

“i’ll just stay until you fall asleep okay, don’t make this a big deal i swear i’m not weird, if you let jaemin in i think you’ll be fine with me”

you chuckled softly wanting to make a smart remark but your sick body stopped you, eyes fluttering shut at the new feeling of warmth enveloping you. haechan softly patted your head as he heard you let out a soft sigh. god he hopes you didn’t let jaemin do all this.

blooming hearts — 11. not penetrative sleeping

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[marvelavengerspovs1]

Lazy Day

Pairing: Bucky x F!reader

Warnings: Nothing but fluff

Length: 808

Summary: You and Bucky have a lazy morning.

A/N: After a VERY long break, I’m semi-back! I’m not going to say I’m fully back because I still don’t log into Tumblr that often, but I’m hoping to write a bit more! I got severe burnout in May, partially because of finals, but now that the new semester has started I feel that itch to write again, especially after the past week. Right now I’m feeling more fluff than smut, so I hope y’all don’t mind!

I do not give consent for my work to be translated, copied, or sold!

You open your eyes with a hum. Your once warm body was getting colder and colder by the second. You only notice when you roll over that it’s because your personal heater has gotten out of bed. With a heavy sigh, you roll back over and close your eyes. You hear heavy footsteps coming from outside of your shared bedroom to your side of the bed.

“You got out of bed,” You grumble into the pillow.

You hear Bucky chuckle before he kisses your temple. “Sorry Doll, I wanted to make sure there was some fresh coffee for when you woke up.”

At the sound of fresh coffee, you cracked open one eye to look at him. “Fresh coffee you say?”

Bucky laughs again and shakes his head. “Don’t worry Doll, I’ll bring you a cup.”

Bucky moves to get up but you grab his arm to stop him. “Will you come back to bed?”

Bucky smiles down at you and gives you a gentle kiss on the lips. “Of course I will Doll, I’m just going to get our coffees.”

You let go of his arm and close your eyes again as he leaves. You hear Bucky working his way around the kitchen and decide that you should at least sit up and fix your hair. You readjust your pillows so you can lay back comfortably and before you can fix your hair, Bucky comes back with two cups of coffee.

“I tried to make it just the way you like it,” Bucky places both cups of coffee on his bedside table.

Bucky leans over the bed and gives you a gentle kiss as you fix your hair. He lets out a hum of approval and smiles.

“You know, I could get used to this.”

“Could you now?” You ask him with a smile, settling back in on your side of the bed as Bucky hands you your coffee.

“Oh definitely. I get up and go on my morning run, I make us coffee when I get back, you looking absolutely gorgeous.”

“Oh you flatter me too much Barnes.” You say dramatically with a laugh.

“There is no amount of flattery in the world that would capture everything I love about you.” You feel yourself get warm as butterflies erupt in your belly.

“Bucky, it’s too early to be cheesy.”

Bucky rolls his eyes and sips his coffee. “Well I can’t help that you’re my dream girl, Doll.”

You scrunch your nose at both his cheesy comment and the way he drinks his coffee. “I don’t know how you are so sweet but take your coffee black.”

Bucky looks down at his mug, his eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“It’s just so bitter. At least add some cream or something.” You tease him.

“Just so you know, I happen to really like my coffee just the way it is. I don’t need all that extra stuff to make it taste better.”

You take a sip of your coffee and shake your head at him. “Lying isn’t good Bucky, you should be honest.”

Bucky rolls his eyes once more and lays against the headboard. “If I change my coffee, you’ll have to change yours too.”

You glare at him. “You wouldn’t dare.”

He glares back. “You want to try me, Doll?”

The two of you continue the stare off for a minute before a white furball makes her presence known. Alpine jumps onto the bed and meows loudly, trying to get your attention. Bucky breaks first, turning to look at her.

“Are you hungry Alp?” He asks her, petting under her chin.

Alpine flips onto her back and lets out a small meow, letting you both know that she wants food. You both smile at her.

“Don’t worry Alpine, we didn’t forget about you.” You tell her.

You rub her belly and kiss the side of her head. You place your cup of coffee on your bedside table and get up.

“And where do you think you’re going, Doll?”

“Alpine has to eat.” You look at Bucky with a ‘are you serious?’ face.

“Get your cute ass back in bed. It’s a lazy day which means I take care of everything. You don’t have to lift a finger today.”

You smile and sit back on the bed. “Can everyday be a lazy day?”

“If you want it to be Doll.” Bucky smiles at you.

This is why you love him. Not because you can ask him to do anything and he would do it. But because he would do so without you asking. He would rather you be comfortable and him do all the work. You couldn’t ask for a better partner.

Bucky leans over and places a gentle kiss on your lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You lean forward and kiss him again.

[aphroditeinthesea]

hi!! Could I request a annabeth x fem!reader where they are hanging out in readers bed and like annabeth is yapping and reader is just laying with her head in annabeth’s lap looking at her with adoration

“ ur my lullaby ”

annabeth chase x fem!reader 🦉

spending a rainy day with annabeth chase

⚠️ hunger games spoilers

✩₊˚.⋆ ⛆ ⋆⁺₊✧

Although most people, if asked, would say how much they loved their bed, or couch, perhaps a hammock in the sun’s heat. However, if you asked y/n, there was no place more comfortable than laying in Annabeth Chase's lap. Especially on rainy days like this one. Although rain in Camp Half-Blood was a rare occurrence, sometimes, Zeus was having a bad day and needed to take it out on the demigods, which was how Annabeth had wound up in her girlfriend’s cabin.

“I finished reading Mockingjay,” Annabeth began as her girlfriend made herself comfortable.

“Oh my gods,” Annabeth sighed, beginning to twirl her fingers in y/n’s hair, “it was incredible, you should read it.”

“I’ll see it when the movie comes out,” y/n replied, causing the other girl to roll her eyes, “but how did it end?”

Her heart soared at the way her lover’s eyes beamed as she spoke about it, “remember how I was telling you about Finnick,” y/n nodded, “he died, in this awful way. I mean, he got his head bitten off by this-”

“Ew, Beth, what?”

“You didn't let me finish.”

“He got his head bitten off, that's all I need to know.”

Annabeth just laughed, looking down, “okay, fine. But then Prim also died-”

“No way.”

“It was so sad,” she added, “what happened was that,” this was when y/n suddenly noticed the shade of a deeper blue that surrounded her girlfriend’s pupils. The way it contrasted with the rest of the gray. It reminded her of the sky when a storm was coming in on a beautiful day. She even started to wonder if anyone else had ever noticed this. It was something that you really had to stare into her eyes to see it, she almost felt special being able to observe the colors.

“Are you listening?”

Not at all.

“Of course, babe.”

“What did I just say then?”

“The thing about Prim.”

“Yeah?”

“You're so pretty.”

Annabeth smiled, a blush finding a way to her cheeks, “so are you.”

“I love you.”

She brushed some hair out of y/n’s face. “I love you, too,” she whispered softly “what were you thinking about?”

“Your eyes.”

She giggled, “my eyes.”

“Yeah, I never met anyone else with gray eyes,” she leaned her hands up, brushing her thumb against her girlfriend’s cheekbone, just below her eye, “they’re so lovely.”

Annabeth laid her hand on top of y/n’s, “thank you.” They just stayed like that for who knows how long. Just staring into each other's eyes, enjoying the other’s company. The rain patting at the windows was the only sound outside of the two heartbeats.

“You really should read more.”

Y/N smiled, “what’s the point if I know you’ll just tell me everything about a book anyway?”

Annabeth pressed a kiss to her forehead, “good point.”

As Annabeth continued on with her ramblings, y/n just watched her mouth move with adoration. It wasn’t long before she drifted off to sleep in the one place she loved to be most.

[junkissed]

something spicy, something sweet

member — junhui x f reader genre — smut, fluff/comfort word count — 2.1k synopsis — the last few days you've been coming home from work exhausted, but now that you finally have a day off you have time for a little something sweet from your boyfriend. content warnings — established relationship, mentions of food (jun makes soup for dinner), there's one (1) screenshot of text msgs at the very beginning smut warnings — descriptions of female anatomy, unprotected sex, lots of kissing, praise, it's very vanilla but it's soft and sleepy and romantic notes — requested by @foxdaisy — i looove writing soft cute fluffy stuff like this so i was very happy to see this request hehe. i hope you enjoy!

jun sets his phone on the counter, leaving it face up as he goes to start making dinner. you’d been staying late at work the past couple days to finish a big project, and he hated seeing you come home so exhausted and worn out. 

he sighs and turns the stove on with a click, setting a pot over the burner. the least he could do is have your favorite meal ready for you when you get home. he loves cooking for you, especially on nights when you’re much too tired to.

he’s so caught up in the recipe, making sure that everything will be perfect for you, that he doesn’t even notice how much time has passed until he hears your keys jingling in the front door and your soft footsteps coming into the kitchen. he turns around excitedly, waving at you as you walk towards him. “hi, sweetheart! i made dinner.”

you give him a tired smile, wrapping your arms around his stomach. “thank you, junnie. i appreciate it.”

he leans over to press a kiss to your forehead, grinning when you laugh a little. “of course.”

you kiss his cheek, then walk away to wash your hands in the bathroom while he dishes up the soup he made. he pours a generous amount into your favorite bowl, the red one with flowers on it, before setting it on the table at your spot and taking his own bowl to sit down at his spot while he waits for you.

you come back in and sit down, eagerly digging in. “this is delicious, junnie,” you say in between spoonfuls.

he smiles and reaches out to hold your hand. “i’m so glad! i put those new spices you got in it, i was afraid it might be too much.”

“no, it’s great. i needed something spicy.”

he giggles and takes a sip from his spoon. “so how was your day?”

“it was alright,” you shrug, wiping your napkin across your chin from where little bits of soup dripped. “we finished the project we were working on, though. i’m happy it’s finally done with.”

jun claps his hands. “yay! do you think you’ll get a break now?”

“probably not,” you laugh. ‘but i took tomorrow off anyway. i need a day to just sleep.”

“oh, that’s good!” jun grins. “we can sleep in for once! my boss told everybody not to come in tomorrow.”

you finish the rest of your dinner slowly, talking here and there about your day and laughing when jun gets soup all over his face when he bends down to slurp it from the bowl.

you stand up to wash your dish but jun waves you away, taking it from you instead and putting it in the dishwasher. “i’ll do the dishes later,” he says with a smile. “but now i wanna spend time with you.”

your cheeks warm but you let him have the bowl, giving him another kiss before heading upstairs to get ready for bed. too many nights you’ve come home and gone straight to bed, though jun always waits up for you because he likes going to sleep together. tonight you’ve got a little more energy than usual, still riding the high of finishing your work and having a well-deserved break.

by the time you’re done washing your face and putting on your pajamas, jun is already sitting on his side of the bed waiting for you, the soft glow of the lamp filling the room. you walk over and climb in next to him and when you nod he turns off the light, adjusting himself in next to you.

you lay on your side facing him, and you can still see him in the light of the streetlight shining in through the window.

“i missed you,” jun says with a smile. “i’m glad you’re home.”

“me too,” you sigh, relaxing into the mattress. 

jun slips his arm around you, scooting a little bit closer to you. it’s quiet for a few seconds, and you frown, thinking he’s already wanting to sleep. you’re finally home with time off, and you don’t want to go to bed quite yet.

“‘m not that sleepy yet,” you whisper, and he tilts his head to look over at you. you reach out and gently run your fingers along his chest, feeling how soft and smooth his skin is beneath your fingertips. goosebumps prickle on your body as you think about all the times you’ve seen him like this, his bare chest sitting in front of you as he holds you.

“you wanna snuggle some more?” he asks, and his voice sounds so gentle that you don’t know how to tell him you aren’t really in the mood for cuddling.

“maybe… more than snuggling,” you answer shyly, resisting the urge to hide your face in the pillows in embarrassment.

a knowing look spreads across his features, and he rolls over to get closer to you. “oh, really? like what?” he teases. he knows exactly what you want, but he likes hearing it from you.

“want—you,” you sigh out as his hands slide down your side, squeezing your hip encouragingly.

“i’m right here, baby,” he giggles, and you swat at his arm. “all you have to do is tell me.”

"missed you," you start as your hands begin to explore his body. "missed… having you inside me."

jun moans, and the sound goes right through you as his hand slip beneath your shirt, running along your skin, touching you everywhere. "missed it too, baby. god, i missed all of you."

you sit up on your elbow so he can carefully slip your shirt up and over your head, letting it fall to the floor behind you. he rolls over as you fall onto your back and he shifts on top of you, slotting his leg between your thighs as his lips find yours.

you exhale against him, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you as his kisses deepen.

he moves his mouth away from yours and begins kissing down your body, attaching his lips to your neck, your collarbones, your chest, anywhere he pleases. you giggle when he pushes his face into your boobs, feeling his smile against your skin. 

he readjusts so that he's laying fully on you, balancing his weight on his elbows on either side of your body. he leans down to kiss you again, and you thread your fingers into his hair the way he likes.

you can feel him starting to grind against your thigh, growing harder the longer he kisses you. he reaches down in between your bodies to pull his cock out of his pajama shorts, pushing them down his long legs until they pool around his knees.

you moan when you feel him tap his cock against your abdomen, guiding it with his hand up and down through your folds, collecting your wetness.

"jun—" you whine out his name, tugging on his hair to tell him that he's taking too long. it's been too long since you've had soft, sleepy sex like this, and you're needier than you usually are. 

he grins and kisses the side of your nose, resting his cheek against yours as he holds the tip of his cock at your entrance and begins pushing into you. 

your breath catches in your throat, the stretch burning at first before it starts to melt into pleasure.

once he's fully sheathed inside you jun captures your lips with his, swallowing all your whines and little noises.

he stays still for a long time, even after you tapped his shoulder to let him know it's okay to move, but he just shakes his head and kisses you again. it's nice, so nice, just being with him again, and you won't complain even if he just wants to cockwarm with you for the rest of the night.

"just let me take care of you, baby," he coos, and you whimper at how soft yet gravelly his voice sounds.

you can hear both the sleepiness and the lust laced in his tone, and you clench around him involuntarily. his hips jerk a little, and you whine at the movement, feeling so perfectly full you don't know how it could get any better than this.

after a little while longer neither he nor you can stand it any more, and he shifts his weight so he can slowly start rutting into you.

you let out a sigh that you didn't realize you'd been holding in, and jun kisses your cheek again, brushing his nose against yours.

he slips his hand back down under the sheets to rub gentle circles around your clit, and you gasp and arch into him as his thrusts begin to pick up speed.

"does that feel good?" he asks, voice low, and you whine out a "yes". he grins, brushing your hair away from your face with his other hand. "my good girl, you needed this so bad, hm? needed me to take care of you."

"yes, jun—please," you rasp, gripping tighter onto his broad shoulders. "love you, love you so much."

he moans and his fingers speed up their languid pace, fucking himself into you more roughly but still just the right pace. "i love you too, baby. missed you always taking me so well, missed feeling you like this."

all you can do is stutter out his name, moaning a broken string of pleas and promises as you clench around him, feeling him bring you right up to the cusp of your orgasm.

he presses his lips to you, his teeth clacking with yours just a little from the way his body moves up and down, rocking into you and filling you up so perfectly. 

he mumbles another "i love you" against your mouth, and with one more strong thrust you come undone around him, repeating his name over and over again. his hands caress your skin before stopping at your waist, giving him more leverage to fuck himself into you as you struggle through your orgasm.

it feels like a weight is lifted off your shoulders as you start to come down from your high, floating in pure bliss as the tension and stress melts away from your body.

“where do you want me, baby?” he pants, his hands tightening around your hips as his strokes become more and more erratic as he approaches his orgasm. 

“on me— wherever,” you groan. though you always love it when he cums inside you, tonight you don’t have the energy for much clean up, so the easier the better.

jun seems to understand that, because just seconds later he pulls out of you and frantically jerks his cock over your stomach.

you reach up to hold his face with your hands, and he releases onto you with a whine as his high overtakes him.

gasping, he falls onto the bed next to you, his chest heaving a little with each breath. you let your eyes close, feeling your heart begin to slow down as you clasp your hands together over your chest.

the room is quiet for a minute before you feel jun shift off of the bed, the mattress dipping with his weight as he shuffles off to the bathroom.

you open your eyes and watch him walk back into the room, a washcloth in one hand and a t-shirt in the other.

he leans onto the bed, wiping the cloth over your stomach as you stare up at him.

"hi," you giggle, your head still fuzzy and pleasant from your orgasm.

he grins and bends down to kiss you. "hey."

he hands you the shirt as he leaves again to put the washcloth in the laundry, and you slip it on, forcing yourself to sit up despite how your body aches and begs for sleep.

but just how jun always waited up for you, you wait for him to come back, sliding back into bed and pulling you close into his side.

his arms wrap around you and you nestle your head into his chest, his skin still a little sweaty but you don't care. you're just glad to be home and glad to be back in his arms, cuddling after too many long days at work.

he tucks your hair behind your ear, gently patting the top of your head as you struggle to stay awake.

"goodnight. i love you, junnie," you yawn, closing your eyes again and resting your head against him.

the last thing you remember before you fall asleep is him saying, "goodnight, my love", as he pulls the covers up around your neck just the way you like them and kissing your forehead one last time.

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June 27: heal | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 799

*surgeon x patient au*

Part one, previous part

If you asked Regulus, he'd say he was completely fine. But after he took the tiniest fall of course his idiot surgeon of a brother made him go to the hospital to get it checked out. But then of coursethe hospital in question doesn't allow family to treat family. So, now, of course Regulus is stuck with the hot, dumb doctor. Of course. And for the past 10 minutes that hot, dumb doctor, who introduced himself as James, has been talking non-STOP. 

“Okay, you know what? Stop, just stop talking,” Regulus snapped suddenly, pinching his nose bridge and closing his eyes for a second. “I’m fine. I don’t need surgery. I’m only here because my brother forced me. You can just give me some painkillers or whatever and I’ll leave.” He crossed his arms in front of his chest and frowned at James. “Come on, doctor,” he continued, “do me a favor here or something.”

“Oh— er, yeah, well,” James’ face flushed a bright shade of red, “your X-Rays aren’t looking great, and the only way to fix your knee is with surgery so, ah, I— well you can’t leave, basically.” James shifted his feet nervously from where he stood next to Regulus’ bed. He flashed Regulus an apologetic grin as if it might help comfort him or something. It did not.

“I’m fine,” Regulus gritted out between his teeth. The nerve of this doctor, honestly. 

“No, you’re not, but you will be once you get surgery. I promise the surgery is perfectly safe, and I’ve done plenty of them before. There’s nothing to worry about,” James said, voice softening. “And you’ll be able to heal in as little as 3 months.” James sat on the edge of Regulus’ bed and put his hand of Regulus’ leg under the blanket. Regulus decided he would let him stay there for now. “And, uh, not to brag, but I’m a pretty good surgeon,” James added as he leaned in closer to him, “so you’re in good hands, love.” James patted his leg. 

Regulus felt his cheeks grow hot as James flashed him a cocky, lopsided grin. Regulus was trying to look anywhere but James’ eyes. He was dumbly scowling down at his own hands, which now lay in his lap, threaded together. Oh he felt so stupid for this. He would not  be manipulated into this surgery by just a nice man with a nice smile. No. Absolutely not. He felt his cheeks flush harder. 

Regulus risked looking up to meet James' steady gaze. His eyes showed a little concern but were otherwise lovely to look at, not that Regulus would ever admit that to James though. The other man's lips curled up in the corners just slightly, and his thumb was tracing circles where it lay on Regulus' thigh. 

He decided to would probably be okay to share a small smile in return so that's what he did as he still held James' piercing stare. His eyes were so deep with varying hues of dark, chocolatey brown and warm amber.

James opened his mouth like he had been about to say something, then closed it, then opened again slightly, then closed. He drew his lips in a thin line and finally looked away from Regulus. He turned to look at the clock on the bedside stand and abruptly cleared his throat.

Regulus snapped out of his daze immediately at the noise and, instinctively, pulled back from where he was, apparently, leaning in. He trained his eyes back on his hands in his lap again quickly. 

"Um, well, ah, I got to- I have to- uh, paperwork," James mumbled awkwardly, giving Regulus' leg a firm squeeze then letting go and standing up. 

"Oh." Regulus merely stared at him, not really taking it the words yet. "Oh, yes, you.. go do that, uh, yeah."

"Hey," James said, walking to the door, "If you need anything or feel anything weird, just call a nurse and tell them to page me, and I'll be right over. I'm serious, don't hesitate if you need something." 

Regulus nodded, breathless at the moment for some unknown reason.

"And," he added, now already standing in the doorway, "if you could hopefully decide about surgery before tonight, that would- well, it would save me from some difficult conversations. And if you decide sooner, rather than later, you can out of pain sooner. Again, just tell a nurse to page me once your mind's all made up."

Regulus snapped out of his daze... again. "Yeah, okay."

"Alright, see you later, love."

"Later."

As soon as James was nowhere to be seen, Regulus let out a tremendous sigh and flopped back into his bed. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. What was happening to him?

next part

[goblinontour]

A Mistake

he’s gonna fuck it up again

part 9 | series masterlist

warnings: prof!al, age gap (not specified), fluff (a bit), angst, feelings, crying, smut, oral (m/f receiving), fingering (f receiving), piv, footjob

word count: 14.8k

First day back. You weren’t sure if you were ready to go back to ignoring him basically all day. You didn’t know if you could keep your hands off him. You dreaded having to force yourself to not go up to him each time you’d pass by each other in the hallways. Or to just stop yourself from searching for him subconsciously.

Great thing you at least had a few more hours to prepare yourself. He had to leave before you, and you only had one class later in the evening. So no ride together.

“I don’t want to go.” he said, putting on his suit jacket and coming back to you, where you were still laying in bed. Still naked from last night. Only the comforter to cover yourself. 

It was colder now. The summer heat was fortunately, but unfortunately at the same time, over.

“I don’t want you to go either.” you said, extending your arm to catch his fingers between yours.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “I’ll miss you.” he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. The weight of his absence already felt heavy, a dull ache settling in your chest, even if it would just be for a few hours. 

“You’ll call me during lunch?” you asked, trying to keep the neediness out of your voice but failing miserably.

“Of course.” he replied, a soft smile playing on his lips. “I’ll think about you all day.” 

For a moment, he just stared at you, his gaze intense and filled with longing already. The air between you crackled. He couldn’t stop himself any longer. He pulled you close and kissed you, kissed you like it was the first and last time he’d get to do it. 

You would never get tired of his kisses and the way you could feel everything pouring out and seeping into you. He kissed you hard and he didn’t want to stop kissing you. Not now, not ever.

He started trailing the kisses down your neck, and lower, making you drop the material you were holding to cover yourself. Not that you needed it anymore. He got you hotter than any blanket could ever. There was no point to a competition.

“You’re gonna be late.” you murmured, trying to play the reasonable one in this situation. But deep down you knew you didn’t want him to stop.

“I haven’t had breakfast yet.” he whispered against the skin of your breasts as he was kissing his way down your body, his hands following the lead of his lips.

“Oh…right.” you said, stopped by a gasp escaping your lips as his hands ran down your legs, making goosebumps appear in their wake.

“You’re not gonna let me faint during a lecture just cause I didn’t have my breakfast, right?” he asked, lowering himself on the floor by the side of the bed, pulling your feet together to cradle them in his hands.

“Yeah…Can’t let my man get so neglected.” you said, looking down at him as he left a chaste kiss on one of your ankles before spreading your legs apart, positioning them over his shoulders and pulling you down on the bed until your hips were right at the edge. 

The anticipation buzzed through you like an electric current, every nerve ending alive with the never ending desire for him as he moved closer, his breath warm against your skin.

“Good. Because I’m starving.” He looked up at you, his eyes dark with intent, and you felt another shiver of excitement. 

His hands slid up the back of your thighs, steadying you as his lips began their journey, leaving a trail of fire on your inner thighs. The room seemed to close in around you as you became lost in the sensation of his touch.

“I’ll make it quick.” he murmured, but the smirk on his lips told you he had no intention of rushing. 

He left wet kisses, little bites, tiny scratches from his facial hair growing in since he forgot to shave last night. Or better said, since you got him too busy to have any energy left to shave. 

And then he touched you, right there, right where you were waiting for him to.

He licked at you so slowly, his tongue incredibly soft against your cunt as he swirled it around your folds. It was so wet against you, each movement sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

After that short moment when he just tasted you for the sake of wanting to feel your sweetness on his tongue, he roughly pulled your hips flush to his face, his nose pushing into your clit as his tongue found its way into your hole. It was no longer soft. Or delicate. Or careful. He wanted to devour you and see you crumble.

You tightened your legs around his head, trapping him in your hold even though you knew he wasn’t going anywhere.

You didn’t speak, too busy trying to breathe as he worked on you. He didn’t speak, not wanting to pull apart from your pussy for one second. He could feel you getting wetter, how everything flowed right into his mouth. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

When he noticed you were almost there, but needed just that one more push, he slipped two fingers inside you. They slipped in so easily from the way he opened you up so well with his tongue. You were so wet he had no trouble sliding them all the way deep inside you and curling them to hit that spot as his tongue flicked over your clit over, and over, and over. 

You gasped as the pleasure built up, each flick of his tongue sending shivers down your spine. His fingers moved expertly inside you, curling just right to hit that sweet spot that made you see stars. Your back arched off the bed, your hands gripping the sheets as you felt the tension coil tighter and tighter.

He didn’t let up, his mouth and fingers working in perfect harmony to push you closer to the edge. Your moans filled the room, growing louder as you felt your orgasm approaching. He growled against your skin, the vibrations adding to the overwhelming sensation.

Time lost all meaning as he worshipped your body, each touch, each kiss a testament to his desire. You could feel the tension building inside you, a coil of heat and need that threatened to snap at any moment. 

And just when you thought you couldn’t take any more, he increased the pace, his fingers moving faster, his tongue flicking over your clit with a relentless rhythm as he pushed you over the edge, sending you spiralling into a blissful oblivion.

He didn’t stop, prolonging your pleasure, milking every last drop from you until you were a shaking, panting mess beneath him. Only then did he slow down, his movements returning to a more gentle state as he helped you come down from your high.

You lay there, utterly spent, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. He held you in place as you calmed down, his touch gentle and reassuring as he caressed your legs and stopped them from shaking. 

He climbed back up the bed, gathering you into his arms, holding you close. 

“Now that’s what I call breakfast.” he murmured, his voice laced with satisfaction.

You laughed softly, nestling into his embrace. “I hate you.”

“You love me.” he teased, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“I do.” you admitted, your heart swelling with all the love it held for him. “I really do.”

He kissed you once more before getting up. Soft, lingering just that little bit longer than it should’ve to make sure you tasted yourself on his lips. “I’ll see you tonight.” he said, reluctantly pulling away.

“Can’t wait.” you replied, watching as he adjusted his suit jacket, smoothing out the wrinkles. Then, he wiped his chin and mouth with the back of his hand, cleaning off the remnants of you on his face. His eyes met yours, a satisfied glint in them as he finished straightening his tie. The casual intimacy of the moment sent another wave of warmth through you.

As he turned to gather his things, you couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his trousers. Not too obvious, but noticeable if you really looked. You bit your lip, a smile creeping across your face. “Looks like someone’s still excited.” you teased, nodding toward his crotch.

He glanced down, chuckling. “Wanna help me out then?” he joked, raising an eyebrow playfully.

You laughed, the sound light and teasing. “You wish. You’re already running late now, remember?”

He sighed dramatically, giving you a mock-pout. “I can deal with it, I’ll save it for tonight.” he smirked. 

“I’ll hold you to that.”

“Trust me, I’m counting on it.” 

You pulled the comforter tighter around yourself again, “Go!” you urged, even though it was the last thing you wanted. “Before I convince you to stay.”

“You make it very hard to leave, you know that?” he chuckled. 

“Good, because I don’t want it to ever get easy.”

With one last quick kiss, he left, the door clicking softly behind him. You lay back against the pillows, the silence of the room amplifying your thoughts. The day started stretching ahead, each minute, each second a reminder of how much you missed him. It wasn’t normal. To miss him this much after not even an hour apart, but it was more so the thought of having to hide yourselves again. It wasn’t easy, but it was worth it. When you closed your eyes, you could still feel his presence, a ghost of warmth against your skin.

You took a deep breath, rolling over to his side of the bed. His scent still lingered on the sheets. The minutes ticked by. Eventually, you forced yourself to get up, wrapping the comforter around you as you padded to the kitchen. The sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow on the countertops. You busied yourself with making coffee, trying to shake off the melancholy that threatened to settle over you.

You heard the soft padding of paws on the floor. Sock came to keep you company. He was getting so big. You smiled as he approached, his tail held high in greeting.

“Hey, there.” you murmured, bending down to scoop him up. He purred loudly, his body warm and comforting against your chest. You settled into a chair with him in your lap. He kneaded your thighs with his paws, his purring vibrating through you. 

As the coffee machine beeped to signal your cup had finished brewing, you glanced at your phone, the screen lighting up with a new message from him.

“Miss you already. Can’t wait to see you.”

Quickly after that, another text came through, a little brown heart. It was the only one he ever used, because he said it reminded him of Sock’s fur. You smiled like an idiot at your phone as you finally rose to fetch your coffee. 

After finishing your only lecture of the day, you wandered the hallways, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. You hadn’t seen him at all, even though you knew he should still be around. You wondered if he was avoiding you on purpose. As you headed towards the exit, you noticed one of the faculty members staring at you. You weren’t sure what he taught, or if he was even a professor, but his gaze lingered longer than it should have. You brushed it off, thinking you were imagining things.

Deciding to walk home since Alex hadn’t given any sign, a car’s horn startled you on your way. Relief washed over you when you saw it was him.

“Missed me?” he said, rolling the window down. “Jump in.”

You quickly got in the car, barely having time to kiss him before he started driving off as soon as you closed the door.

“Woah, there.” you said, bracing yourself.

“Sorry, I just didn’t want people to see.”

“They don’t know your car now, Mr. Turner.” you reminded him.

“Oh fuck, you’re right,” he said, “I keep forgetting.”

“‘Cause you’re so old.” you joked.

“So old, should put me in a geriatric home.” he added.

“I can take good care of you on my own.”

“Oh please, young lady, don’t let me burden you.” he mocked, glancing at you with his eyes scrunched up from the amusement clear on his face.

You settled back into your seat. The city streets blurred past as he drove, the familiar route home bringing a sense of normalcy amidst all the secrecy that you had to settle back into. 

“So, how was your lecture?” he asked, his tone casual but genuinely interested.

“Boring.” you admitted, rolling your eyes. “Yours are so much better.”

“Are they?” he asked, looking back at you and raising his eyebrows. 

“They’re the best.”

“I wonder why?” he said, a smile playing on his lips as he looked at the road ahead. 

“Because you’re my favourite.” you replied, humouring him and what he was hinting at. 

“Mhm, yeah keep going and you might get special treatment.” he joked, leading to you both starting to laugh.

“You didn’t call me like you promised.” you said eventually. Not that it was that big of a deal, but you were looking forward to hearing his voice. 

“I had to attend a meeting with the dean, start of the year stuff.” he explained, his expression softening. “Sorry I couldn’t sneak away.”

“Yeah, I get it. I just missed you.” you admitted, your tone softening.

He reached over, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. “I missed you too. Trust me, the highlight of my day was thinking about seeing you again.”

“Me too.” you sighed contentedly, letting the warmth of his presence envelop you.

As he pulled into the driveway, he turned off the engine and looked at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Now, where were we?”

You grinned, unbuckling your seatbelt. “I think we were about to make up for lost time.”

He leaned over to kiss you, but his phone beeped, interrupting the moment. He sighed, taking it out of his pocket and slumping back in his seat, sighing again.

“What happened?” you asked, catching his hand in yours.

“Just reminding us that we have some event this Friday, for the professors to ‘hang out’” he said, rolling his eyes.

“Oh, come on, you should go, you never go out.” you encouraged.

“I’d rather stay with you.”

“I’ll wait for you at home.”

“Okay.” he said, smiling again.

You both headed up into the flat, and Alex shrugged off his blazer and went to sit down in the living room. Almost immediately, you were greeted by a very excited Sock. Or rather, Alex was greeted. Sock loved him much more than he did you, even though Alex would never say that out loud.

As Sock curled around Alex’s legs, you asked, “Hey, there was this guy in the hallway today, kept looking at me. Tall, glasses, short brown hair. Do you know him?”

Alex’s eyes opened wide as he realised who you were talking about. “Yeah, uhh…He heard us in the bathroom that day.”

“Does he know it’s me?” you asked, your heartbeat quickening.

“I have no idea.” Alex replied, his expression turning serious, but he quickly composed himself. “Don’t worry too much.” he said, waving you over to him. Despite the anxiety that crept up on both of you, his reassuring smile eased your nerves.

“Now, where were we?” he asked again, pulling you down so you were sitting right on top of him.

His hands found their way around your waist, steadying you as you adjusted on his lap. He pulled you tight, your back pressing against his chest, his breath warm on the back of your neck. Slowly, he unbuttoned your shirt, pulling it out from where it was tucked into your skirt. Once it was off, his mouth travelled down your back, only stopping when your bra got in the way. 

Quickly, he discarded it, throwing it to the side. Maybe landing on the couch, maybe on the floor. He didn’t notice, and neither did you. 

“Is this my special treatment?” you asked as you felt his hands creep back to your front, cupping your breasts in each of his palms and rubbing them back and forth over your nipples.

“Mine now.” he said, starting to grind his hips into you. “I have the upper hand here.” he whispered, his voice thick with desire.

The sensation of his touch sent shivers down your spine. His fingers kneaded your breasts, each movement eliciting a soft gasp from you. His hips pressed into you with increasing urgency, and you could feel his arousal growing beneath you.

You arched your back, pressing yourself closer to him, feeling the heat of his body through your skin. His lips continued their journey, trailing kisses down your neck and across your shoulders. 

“Alex.” you breathed out, your voice a mix of need and affection. 

“Yes, love?” he responded, his hands never ceasing their teasing movements.

“Keep the clothes on.” 

He smiled against your skin, his breath hot and heavy. “Okay.” he murmured, his hands sliding lower, teasing the edge of your skirt. “You should take yours off.” he said, his voice husky with anticipation.

You nodded, raising yourself from his lap to push down your skirt and underwear, too eager to delay. As you did, he used the time to unbuckle his belt and work his pants open, pulling his cock out and giving it a quick tug before letting it rest against his stomach. His hand reached for you, pulling you to sit back down on him. 

“Can I open the shirt?” he asked as his hands played with your hair. 

“Yes, but…Keep it on.” you replied.

The sensation of being utterly exposed before him while he remained fully dressed, not even his shoes off, was intoxicating. His fingers deftly unbuttoned his shirt, but true to your request, he left it draped over his shoulders. The contrast of your bare skin against the cool fabric heightened your awareness of every touch, every breath. You could practically feel his eyes on you, even though you couldn’t see them, drinking in the sight of your vulnerability, and it sent a thrill through you.

His hands roamed over your body, exploring the revealed skin. The way his clothes rubbed against you, the texture of his shirt, the roughness of his trousers, added an unexpected layer of sensation. It was an exquisite blend of anticipation and fulfilment, each movement drawing you closer together while keeping a tantalising barrier between you.

His lips found your neck again, and you tilted your head to give him better access. The warmth of his breath, the gentle scrape of his teeth, everything felt heightened. 

“Perfect.” he murmured, his voice a low rumble against your skin. He adjusted you slightly, positioning you just right before pushing his hips up, meeting you with a slow, deliberate thrust, the mix of his careful control and the roughness of your urgency harmonising with the other.

He allowed you to slowly sink down fully, his hands guiding your hips until you were resting on his thighs. The sensation of him being buried inside you was still overwhelming every time. Every inch of him filled you, stretching you in the most satisfying way. You felt every ridge, every pulse, the connection between you both growing deeper with each passing second.

You could feel his heartbeat in sync with yours, the intimacy of the moment intensifying as you settled onto him. His hands gripped your hips firmly, grounding you while his lips continued to explore your neck and shoulders. The friction of his clothes against your skin added to the sensory overload, a delicious contrast to the heat and softness where your bodies met.

Alex’s breath hitched as he held you there, savouring the feeling of being so intimately joined. The slow movements allowed you to feel him fully, a dance of control and surrender. Each subtle shift of your hips, each slight adjustment you tried to make was met with an increasing tightening of his fingers on you. 

“Don’t move…Just- Just stay like that.” he whispered, his voice strained.

You settled fully back against his chest, his hands moving from your hips to wrap around your waist, where you held them in yours. You turned your head to look at him, and saw his eyes were almost closed, trying to hold back and not come inside you before you even started.

“Are you tired?” you asked him, your mouths so close that your breaths got sucked by his.

“No…Maybe a bit…Can I just hold you like this for a while?”

You nodded, and his mouth closed in on the corner of your lips in a gentle kiss. His arms tightened around you. You rested your head on his shoulder, feeling his steady heartbeat against your back. His hands traced idle patterns on your skin. Every now and then, his fingers would dip lower, teasing the sensitive skin just above your mound, only to retreat and continue their gentle path.

His breathing grew more even, and you could feel his tension easing slightly. He shifted beneath you, and you could feel him shifting inside you as well. 

“Can you feel how much I want you?” he murmured into your ear. 

“Yes.” you whispered back, your own desire mirrored in your voice.

His lips brushed against your neck, placing feather-light kisses along the curve of your shoulder. The sensation was maddening, each touch igniting a fire within you that was hard to contain. You clenched around him involuntarily, drawing a groan from deep within his chest.

“You’re making it very difficult for me to last over here.” he chuckled softly, his breath hot against your skin.

“Good.” you teased, squeezing his hands that were still entwined with yours.

Alex’s hands finally moved with purpose, sliding up to cup your breasts again, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. The sharp jolt of pleasure made you arch your back, pressing yourself harder against him. His hips bucked in response, a low curse escaping his lips.

“God, I love you.” he murmured, his voice filled with a raw intensity that took your breath away.

He nudged you gently, signalling for you to pull your legs up. You complied, bringing your knees close to your chest and holding them with your hands. The angle change brought a new stretch as his hands locked onto your hips. He lifted you slightly, allowing himself to move within you. 

The slow rhythm he set was agonisingly perfect, each thrust so minor yet so intense, it felt like he was grinding into you, every inch of him nestled deep inside you. His movements were almost imperceptible, the only sounds being your shared breaths and the racing of your heartbeats. Each time he pushed into you, it felt like he was reaching deeper, touching parts of you that made your toes curl and breath hitch. You could feel the tension building within you, a sweet ache that promised release. 

“Alex.” you breathed, your voice trembling.

He responded with a soft kiss to your shoulder, his lips a tender counterpoint. “I’m right here.” he whispered, his voice steady despite the evident strain of his own restraint.

You couldn’t help it, your body responding involuntarily as you clenched around him again. The reaction was immediate, his control breaking.

“Don’t- Fuck-” he swore, his voice strained, a mix of desperation and pleasure. 

The sensation of you tightening around him was too much. He’d been on edge all day, the tension building, the simple thought of this happening making him teeter on the brink ever since he got you in the car. 

It was all too much. The added pressure from the sheer tightness of you around him caused by the position, making him feel every inch of you gripping him, pushed him over. His legs trembled, thighs tensing as he spilled inside you, unable to hold back any longer. 

His orgasm felt like a hot, overwhelming flood taking him over. The intensity of it made him shudder, his breath ragged in your ear, each time his cock pulsed inside you making him shudder underneath. 

As his high subsided, he held you close, his forehead resting against your shoulder for a moment, the aftershocks of his orgasm making him shiver. 

But you still wanted him, so bad. You began moving your hips, a slow grind. Despite his overstimulation, he didn’t stop you.

His breath hitched, and he moaned softly, the mix of pleasure and pain and sensitivity making every movement feel electric. His hands found their way back to your hips, holding you steady as you set the pace, each roll of your hips drawing out pleasure for both of you.

His hand slid between your legs, rubbing messily over your clit in lazy circles to help get you there. The friction was perfect, and you could feel the heat continuing to build rapidly.

“Don’t stop, please.” you managed to gasp, your voice breaking with the intensity of your need.

“I won’t.” he promised, his voice a husky whisper against your ear. “I’m right here, love.”

He almost felt dizzy from how good you could make him feel just by being there. He started moving his fingers more precisely, pushing harder onto the sensitive spot until you shook, your legs dropping back down and your body trembling with pleasure. He had to steady you so he could finish you properly, but as you squeezed around him again, he came, again. 

It took him by surprise how quickly his second load started spurting inside you, and it only heightened your own feelings, being so full of him. 

The intensity of his release sent another wave of pleasure crashing over you, and you let out a moan, your body convulsing as the orgasm tore through you. He held you tight, his grip almost bruising as he rode out the pleasure with you, until you were both lost in the exquisite agony of wanting, the sweet torment of being so deeply intertwined.

He gently lifted you up, reluctantly pulling out despite loving the feeling of being inside you. He simply couldn’t take it anymore, afraid his brain would shut off from overstimulation. Maybe he was being dramatic, or maybe the tiredness from going back to work got to him more than he thought.

You could feel his cum dripping out of you, landing on his clothed thigh. “Maybe you should have taken off your clothes.” you said, watching the dark material stain.

“You told me not to.” he replied, his chest rising and falling behind you as he slowly came back to earth.

“They’re full of your spunk now.” you said, your voice just as breathy as his, both of you equally exhausted.

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” he muttered.

You couldn’t think of anything else to say, but your body acted on impulse. Your fingers dragged along the wetness gathering on his trousers, picking it up and without thinking twice, you brought them straight to his mouth, resting on his bottom lip. He didn’t say anything, almost lifeless as you brushed them, wetting his lips further, feeling the cracks in his skin. His lips were always dry, but somehow they felt soft whenever he kissed you.

His kisses. You already missed his kisses. You turned awkwardly to kiss him, your tongue darting out instantly to lick his lips. He melted into it, his mouth opening to deepen it almost subconsciously. Mindless. Lazy. The taste of both of you mingling on your tongues.

It became a silent exchange of the overwhelming emotions you both felt. They never subsided, or lessened. It felt just as raw and desperate as the very first time. 

His hands, now free, roamed over your back, pulling you closer as if trying to meld you into himself. Your fingers tangled in his hair, keeping him anchored to you, always desperate for more of his touch.

He pulled back just enough to whisper, “You’re going to be the death of me.”

You smiled, your forehead resting against his.

You kissed him again, slower this time. Time seemed to stretch. Eventually, he pulled back, resting his forehead against yours once more, both of you breathing heavily.

“Let’s get cleaned up.” he suggested, his voice gentle. “Old man needs to sleep.” he joked.

You nodded, feeling a rush of affection for him. “Okay.”

As you moved to get up, his arms tightened around you, holding you close for just a moment longer. “I love you.” he whispered, “A lot.”

“I love you too, a lot.” you replied. 

Friday rolled around, and Alex found himself at the bar with his colleagues after a dinner at an overly fancy restaurant. The choice of such a place seemed almost a way to compensate for something, perhaps to give themselves more importance than they felt they had. The elaborate decor and pricey menu felt like an attempt to elevate their status, to project an image of success and sophistication.

The evening was pleasant enough. It wasn’t that he disliked his colleagues. They were fine company. Yet, he couldn't shake the feeling that he would have rather spent the time with you, or even had you by his side there. But that wasn’t an option.

As the night wore on and the drinks kept coming, he started to feel more relaxed. The alcohol smoothed out the edges of his initial reluctance. It wasn’t so bad after all. He laughed more freely, engaged in conversations, and found himself genuinely enjoying the night. But you were always in the back of his mind, a constant reminder of where he truly wanted to be.

There was a moment of clarity amidst the haze of alcohol where he realised how much he’d missed just being around more people. The camaraderie felt good, almost revitalising. He almost felt guilty for enjoying himself so much, but the simple truth was that it felt nice to let loose and be part of a group. Still, the thought of you lingered, a bittersweet undercurrent to his enjoyment.

Alex sipped his drink, the familiar burn of whiskey a comforting presence as he glanced around the room. His colleagues were in high spirits, laughing and sharing stories from their week. It was a scene of normalcy, something he’d been missing without even realising it. The isolation of your secret relationship had its costs, and tonight highlighted one of them starkly.

Despite the enjoyment, there was an underlying melancholy. The evening’s laughter felt a bit hollow without you to share it with. He wondered how you were spending your night, hoping you weren’t feeling as lonely as he did at times. The guilt of having fun without you gnawed at him, even as he forced himself to smile and participate in the revelry.

By the third drink, the guilt began to fade, replaced by a warm buzz that made everything seem a bit brighter. It felt good, almost too good. The night had taken on a surreal quality. The high ceilings and ambient lighting seemed to pulse with a life of their own, the sounds of clinking glasses and muted conversations creating a symphony of distraction.

Eventually, he went up to the bar to leave his now empty glass and perhaps order another if he was patient enough to wait in the queue. The place somehow got packed in the time between their arrival and now. Fuck it, I’ll get another, he thought. So he waited, elbow propped up on the counter, legs crossed and tapping the floor, waiting for the time to pass.

As he stood there, someone came up to him. Is she the secretary? No, no…Another professor? He knew her, definitely, but in his slightly inebriated state, he couldn’t quite place her. Maybe it was more than just slightly now. She had a warm smile and didn’t greet him, meaning they probably talked before during this little outing. But he couldn’t recall. Somehow she made him feel at ease.

“Enjoying the night?” she said, leaning against the bar beside him. 

“Yeah, it’s been good.” he replied, his usual reserved demeanour softened by the alcohol. “Nice to get out with everyone.”

She laughed. “You always seem so busy. It’s good to see you relaxing for a change.”

They got talking, and despite being more reserved usually, Alex let himself go when he felt comfortable or got a little liquid encouragement. And he felt both right now. He found himself opening up about work, sharing stories and frustrations that he typically kept to himself. She listened attentively, nodding and laughing at the right moments, making him feel heard and appreciated.

The bartender finally approached, and Alex ordered another drink, offering to get one for his newfound companion as well. She accepted, and they clinked glasses before taking a sip, each from their respective one. 

For a while, he allowed himself to forget the complexity of his personal life. The conversation flowed easily, and he even caught himself genuinely laughing at a joke she made. 

Slowly, Alex felt his body go numb, just a bit. His posture slumped slightly, and though there were no empty seats, standing was fine. At first. Without noticing, his head, once perched upright on his hand, started sliding lower, his eyes fighting to stay open at times.

She touched his arm lightly, teasing him, “Getting tired already?” He smiled but didn’t bother to straighten up or flinch from her touch. He felt warm. A contented haze enveloping him. 

“You caught me.” he said, a lazy grin spreading across his face. “It’s been a long week.”

“I can tell.” she replied, her tone playful. 

The softness of her touch, combined with the comfort of their conversation, made him feel quite relaxed. It was a stark contrast to the usual tension he carried, a tension that only you seemed to melt away. Only in your presence. Now, amidst the laughter and the dim bar lights, he found a momentary escape, a brief respite from the secrets.

As the evening wore on, he found himself leaning more into the bar for support, his movements slow and thoughtless. He could feel the warmth of her presence beside him. Even as his thoughts occasionally drifted back to you, he allowed himself to enjoy it. 

Alex could feel her grasp his shoulder, the touch more accentuated now, even through the thick leather of his jacket. He downed the last few sips left in his glass, eyes closing as the liquid hit his throat. He couldn’t taste it anymore.

Before he even got the chance to put his glass down, he felt her lean in closer, her hand messing with the collar of his jacket, or maybe the polo underneath. He couldn’t tell and was afraid to open his eyes. Then he felt her lips on his, pressing against his bottom lip where his mouth hung open slightly. He didn’t really feel it, just the pressure. 

Is she kissing me?

He couldn’t seem to pull away, and he didn’t. He didn’t think. He didn’t pull away. He let her kiss him, and maybe he even kissed her back. He couldn’t feel what he was doing exactly, but he tried to move with her. He probably seemed like a really bad kisser. The alcohol numbed his senses, leaving him disconnected from his actions, but the pressure of her lips brought a strange muddling over his body. 

The feel of her hand on his collar intensified, her fingers playing with the fabric, and he realised she was tugging him closer. He didn’t resist. Her lips were insistent, moving against his with a determination that contrasted sharply with his passive response. The kiss deepened, her tongue brushing against his lips, seeking entry. 

He parted his lips slightly, allowing her to explore, but there was no real engagement on his part. It was as if he were an observer in his own body, noting the sensations without fully experiencing them. Her kiss was fervent, almost desperate, and he could sense the urgency in her touch, but it felt distant, as though it were happening to someone else.

He tried to kiss her back, mimicking her movements, but it was clumsy, lacking the coordination and passion that typically characterised his kisses. His mind was a fog, clouded by the alcohol and the guilt that gnawed at the edges of his consciousness. 

Through the haze, a thought pierced through: What am I doing? But the thought was fleeting, buried under the weight of the moment. He couldn’t pull away, didn’t want to break the spell, even though he knew he should.

Her hand slid from his collar to the back of his neck, pulling him even closer, deepening the kiss further. The intensity of her touch sent a shiver down his spine, momentarily cutting through the numbness. His hands, previously idle at his sides, found their way to her waist, a reflexive gesture that felt foreign and detached.

The kiss felt like it lasted an eternity, each passing second a struggle between giving in and restraint. He could feel her breath mingling with his, her heartbeat quickening against his chest. 

Gradually, he started to taste her on his tongue. A faint, unfamiliar flavour that became more noticeable with each passing moment. It wasn’t you. Fuck, he thought, the realisation hitting him hard. Yet, he didn’t pull back. He was stuck, unable to move, trapped in the moment. He had allowed this to happen, and now he was caught, paralyzed by a mix of guilt and inertia.

As the seconds ticked by, the taste grew more pronounced, a constant reminder that he was kissing someone who wasn’t you. His mind screamed at him to stop, to pull away, but his body wouldn’t comply. It was as if he were a spectator in his own life, watching helplessly as the scene unfolded.

The taste was wrong. It felt alien. He couldn’t shake the thought of you, the memory of your kisses, and how different they were from this. 

Her hands roamed over his shoulders and back, seeking more contact, while his own hands stayed awkwardly at her waist. He could feel her trying to beg for more from him, her eagerness a stark contrast to his own hesitation. The more she pushed, the more he felt himself retreating inwardly, even as his body remained pressed against hers.

In that moment, Alex was overwhelmed by a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The taste of her, the guilt of betraying you, and the frustration of his own paralysis all swirled together, leaving him disoriented and lost. He knew he had to stop, to pull away and regain control, but the numbness from the alcohol and the weight of his own actions kept him frozen in place.

Finally, she pulled back, her breath heavy, eyes searching his face for a reaction. Alex opened his eyes slowly, the reality of the situation crashing down on him. His heart pounded in his chest. He didn’t know what to say, his mind scrambling for words that wouldn’t come.

“I...I can’t.” he stammered, his voice barely audible above the noise of the bar. “I’m sorry.”

She looked at him, but he didn’t catch the expression on her face. He did feel her step back to give him space. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart and clear his muddled thoughts. The taste of her lingered on his lips, mingling with the bitterness of the whiskey.

Turning away, he made his way through the crowd, his mind in turmoil. The warmth of the alcohol still buzzed in his veins, but the clarity of his guilt cut through the haze. He needed to get out. 

Alex stepped outside, the night air cool against his flushed skin. He thought about calling you but changed his mind, feeling too ashamed and disoriented. He paced mindlessly by the door, until someone bumped into him as they exited the bar. He murmured a ‘sorry’ and shifted aside.

Patting his jacket, he checked his outer pockets, then his inner ones, searching for his cigarettes. Finally, he found the pack. He hadn’t quit, despite his attempts. Strawberry-flavoured air just didn't work on him. He struggled to light one, swearing quietly as the door opened again.

This time, someone approached him intentionally. Alex looked up and saw it was the guy you’d asked him about a few days ago. The one from the bathroom incident. Great.

“Was she the one who you got busy with in the bathroom, Turner?” the man asked, without any ill intent necessarily, just a crude attempt at starting a conversation.

Alex wasn’t in the right frame of mind. “No.” He replied, stern and harsh, the words coming out meaner than he intended. He took a deep drag from his cigarette, the smoke filling his lungs and momentarily calming his nerves. The guy raised an eyebrow, taken aback by the curt response.

“Hey, no need to bite my head off. Just making conversation.” He held up his hands in a mock defensive gesture.

Alex exhaled slowly, the smoke swirling around him. “Sorry.” he muttered, not really meaning it but wanting to defuse the situation. His head was spinning. 

The guy frowned, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. “So who was it then?”

Alex pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to quell his irritation. “Would you fuck off, please?” he snapped, his patience wearing thin. He instantly regretted his outburst, sighing heavily. “Sorry.” he repeated, his voice softer, wearier.

The guy studied him for a moment, then nodded, stepping back. “Alright, man. Take it easy. Rough night?”

“You could say that.” Alex replied, taking another drag. He thought of you, waiting at home, and the shame washed over him anew.

The guy leaned against the wall, taking a swig from his beer. “I get it. These events can be a bit much sometimes. Need to blow off some steam.”

Alex just nodded, not trusting himself to say more. He was tired, emotionally drained, and the alcohol wasn’t helping to numb the feelings as much as he hoped. He felt raw, exposed, like the night had peeled back layers he wasn’t ready to deal with.

After a moment, the guy spoke again, more cautiously this time. “Look, if you ever need to talk or anything…I’m around. No judgement.”

Alex glanced at him, surprised by the offer. He nodded again, a bit more sincerely this time. “Thanks.” he said quietly.

The guy gave a small smile and pushed off the wall. “Take care, Turner. And maybe get some rest.”

Alex watched him go, feeling a strange mix of relief and discomfort. He took one last drag from his cigarette before flicking it away. He needed to go home, to see you, to try and make sense of the mess in his head. Pushing through the haze, he started walking, hoping that maybe, just maybe, you could help him find some clarity.

Alex stumbled into the apartment, the door slamming shut behind him. “Fuck.” he murmured under his breath, the echo of the sound and the evening still reverberating in his mind.

You were waiting for him, just as you’d promised.

He saw the bedroom door ajar, dim light from the nightstand lamps seeping through the crack. Shrugging off his jacket, he tried to hang it up but gave up after a few tries, letting it fall wherever. He kicked off his shoes and headed to the bedroom, pushing the door open with his hip as he pulled his shirt over his head. He was too hot. He didn’t want to feel it on his skin anymore.

Then he saw you. Waiting on your knees on the bed, hands on your thighs, clad in the lingerie he bought you once but that you never got to wear because neither of you could be bothered or had enough time to play around.

He blinked, his jaw dropping slightly as he took in the sight, as if making sure he wasn’t seeing things. He was seeing things, but hopefully he wasn’t just imagining them.

“Fuck…me.” he said, dumbfounded, not moving from his place.

“Come and kiss me if you’re not afraid.” you replied.

He hesitated for a moment. The alcohol still buzzed in his veins, making everything feel a bit surreal. Slowly, he stepped forward, his eyes never leaving yours. Each step felt like a mile, his body heavy. 

When he reached the bed, he knelt down, his hands trembling slightly as he cupped your face. He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours tentatively, as if afraid you might disappear if he pressed too hard. The kiss was soft at first, a gentle touch, but as the seconds ticked by, it deepened, the pent-up desire spilling over.

You responded eagerly, your hands sliding up to grip his shoulders, pulling him closer. The feel of your body against his was intoxicating. His fingers trailed down your sides, feeling the delicate lace of the lingerie, the contrast between the soft fabric and the warmth of your skin.

He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, “I didn’t…I didn’t mean to…”

“What?” you asked, pulling him up the bed over you, your fingers quickly fiddling with the zipper on his jeans, finding your way inside his boxers and palming him. He moaned, not saying anything else, his face rubbing into your neck as your hand worked on him, getting him hard.

“How drunk are you?” you asked, noticing it took longer than usual to even get a sign of life from his cock.

“Verrry.” he said, rolling the ‘r’ unnecessarily and giggling afterward. The sound was a mix of amusement and embarrassment, making you smile despite the situation. 

His laughter was short-lived, replaced by a low moan as your touch became more insistent. You could feel him hardening in your hand, his body responding to your familiar touch even through the haze of alcohol. He pressed closer, his lips brushing your ear, his breath warm and uneven. 

“Feels so good…” he murmured, his voice slurred. His hands, though shaky, found their way to your hips, pulling you against him as he sought more of the connection he craved. 

Your free hand tangled in his hair, pulling him closer for another kiss. This one was hungrier, driven by the need to just feel him. He kissed back with fervour, his body finally catching up to the urgency of his need for you.

As his erection grew in your hand, so did his control, his hands becoming slightly steadier, more purposeful. He pushed his jeans and underwear down with a grunt of frustration, his movements clumsy but determined. You helped him, your own hands eager to feel the heat of his skin against yours.

When he was finally free, he pressed against you, his cock hard and demanding against your thigh. You could feel the dampness of your own arousal on the lace. 

He murmured something, his voice muffled by the way he had his face buried into your skin. You couldn’t make out the words, his quiet voice lost in the moment.

“What did you say?” you asked, your own voice breathless.

“I asked…” he paused, biting gently near your collarbone, the sensation sending shivers through you, “If you’ll ride me.”

His request hung in the air, raw and needy. You nodded, pushing him gently on the bed onto his back. He lay there, looking up at you as you straddled him, feeling the heat of his skin against yours, the hard length of him pressing against you.

“The other way.” he said sheepishly. 

His hair was tousled, cheeks flushed. His lips, slightly parted, were still wet from your earlier kisses, and his chest rose and fell with each ragged breath. The dim light from the bedside lamp cast shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp lines of his jaw and the softness of his eyes.

“Gonna boss me around tonight?” you teased, leaning down and touching the tip of his nose with your finger. His eyes crossed slightly as he tried to follow your finger, and he chuckled when he realised it.

He made a small circular motion with his finger, signalling you to turn around. You smiled, leaning in to give him a quick peck on the lips. “You can be the boss.” you said. 

You turned around, shifting your position to face away from him. The new angle allowed him to guide you more easily, and he couldn’t help but admire the view. His hands roamed over your curves, lingering on your hips before sliding down to your ass. It was clear he just wanted to see it while you rode him, evident in the way his fingers gripped you possessively as you slid the fabric covering you to the side and lowered yourself onto him. 

He tried to steady you, his hands staying loosely on your waist as you began to move. The rhythm was slow at first, a tantalising build-up that had you both on edge. He guided your movements with gentle pressure, his fingers digging harder into your flesh as you picked up the pace. 

“Just like that.” he murmured, his voice a husky whisper. His hands slid up your back, tracing the curve of your spine and the details of the skimpy bodysuit. 

You leaned forward, your hands gripping his legs for support, giving him better leverage to control the depth and angle of his thrusts. His grip tightened, and he increased the pace, more or less taking over for you, each movement more forceful. 

He tried to sit up slightly, to raise his back from the mattress, but halfway through he couldn’t seem to do it fully. Instead, he brought you down onto him with his grip on your waist. He laughed at his own failed attempt, making you laugh in turn. His laugh was infectious, especially this drunken one. 

His cock was still inside you. Right. He quickly remembered that, guiding you both to the left, laying on his side and lifting your right leg into the air. He tried to hold it but then he also wanted to rub your pussy. And he found he couldn’t do both.

“You hold it.” he asked, guiding your hand to your thigh before moving his own to your front to rub your clit as he pumped his cock into you.

It wasn’t as intense, the angle more difficult to go as deep. But god, it was hot. Incredibly hot. The position allowed for a different kind of intimacy, his fingers working your clit in tandem with his thrusts. Your breath hitched, and your muscles tensed as the pleasure coiled tightly within you.

“Oh god...” you gasped, your voice trembling. He kissed your neck, his lips warm and encouraging against your skin. 

“You let go now.” he whispered.

With his words and the relentless stimulation, you couldn’t hold back any longer. Your hand tightened on your thigh, holding it higher as you rode out the climax. He continued to kiss your neck, murmuring soothing words as you trembled in his arms. The feeling of release was overwhelming, your mind blanking out everything except the sensation of him inside you, his touch guiding you through it. 

You let go of your leg, feeling the tension release as he slipped out of you and lay on his back. Turning around, you saw him jerking his cock, his eyes half-lidded. 

“I wanna come too.” he said, fumbling with his feet, trying to push down his socks. They stubbornly stuck at his heels, and he eventually gave up with a frustrated huff. 

You placed your hand over his, guiding it away as you took over. Your thumb rubbed over the tip of his cock, and he let out a half-gasp, half-moan, his body shuddering at your touch.

“Your mouth…” he murmured, eyes fluttering from the pleasure, trying to focus.

“The boss wants my mouth?” you teased, leaning in closer.

He opened his eyes, a determined glint shining through his haze, fighting to keep them locked onto yours. “Yeah…Boss wants to fuck your mouth.” he chuckled at his own words, his fingers trailing through your hair, guiding you gently but firmly.

You leaned down, your hand still working his shaft, and took him into your mouth. His moan was immediate. He reached down, tangling his fingers in your hair better, guiding you as you moved up and down. 

You took him deeper, feeling the pulsing heat of his erection against your tongue. His grip tightened, and he thrust up into your mouth, the rhythm urgent and demanding. 

“Fuck, just like that.” he breathed, his voice a strained whisper. 

You hollowed your cheeks, increasing the suction. His hips bucked, and you could taste the salty precum on your tongue, a prelude to what was coming. You increased the pace, your hand moving in tandem with your mouth, stroking the base of his cock while your lips and tongue focused on the head.

He was close, you could feel it in the way his body trembled, the way his grip on your hair became almost painfully tight. 

He pulled you off with a ragged groan, his grip on your hair still insistent as he guided you to lie on your back instead. He moved swiftly, straddling your chest and inching up your body until his cock was resting on your chin, still slick with your saliva. 

He pushed his cock back into your mouth, the head sliding past your lips. The angle was different, more demanding, and you had less control. He began to thrust. You tried to open your mouth wider, but your teeth still grazed him occasionally. He didn’t seem to mind, his eyes half-closed, lost in the sensation.

His expression was a mixture of raw need and pleasure, a look that made every bit of discomfort worth it. He was in another dimension, utterly consumed by the moment. You let him use you, relaxing your throat as much as possible, accepting his pace.

Leaning down, he braced himself with his arms on either side of your head, his body looming over you. His thrusts grew more forceful, his breathing harsh and uneven. The bed creaked beneath you, the rhythm of his movements relentless. You felt every inch of him as he drove deeper, his hips snapping forward again and again.

You took it. Took it all, pushing him to the edge, and then he was coming, hot and fast, spilling into your mouth with a broken cry. 

You swallowed, the taste of him filling your senses, and kept going, milking every last drop until he was spent, collapsing back onto the bed with a shuddering sigh. You got up, sitting back on your heels and wiping your mouth, watching as he struggled to catch his breath. 

“Fuck…” he murmured, eyes closed, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. “If only you could see how pretty you are for me.”

“Stop it.” you said, adjusting the bodysuit back into place, though you knew it was no use and you’d be taking it off soon. It gave you something to do with your hands, a way to distract yourself from how deeply he affected you.

“Why would I stop?” he asked, rolling over onto his stomach, reaching out to touch you. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your thigh. 

“I’m gonna take a shower.” you said, moving his hand away and shuffling slightly on the bed. 

“Do I have to take a shower too?” he asked, his voice muffled as he buried his face deeper into the sheets. His body sprawled out, looking utterly spent. 

“You probably should. You smell.” you replied, smiling slightly as you glanced back at him. His dishevelled hair and the lazy way he laid across the bed made him look adorably helpless.

He groaned loudly, refusing to move. “But I’m so tired.” His words were a mix of genuine exhaustion and playful whining, as if he was testing just how far he could push his luck with you.

“You can do it in the morning. I’ll put up with it for the night.” you said, adjusting the straps of your bodysuit to straighten them as you prepared to leave the room. 

Just as you were about to step out, he lifted his feet slightly, his voice coming out in a sleepy mumble. “Can you take my socks off, please?” He stretched his legs out, feet dangling in the air.

You chuckled, walking back to the bed. “Seriously?”

“Please.” he repeated, his tone playful but clearly exhausted. His feet wiggled slightly, as if encouraging you to hurry up.

You laughed. “Lazy.”

He grinned, eyes closed again. “Spoiled.”

You bent down, grabbing the edge of his socks and pulling them off one at a time. His feet were warm and a bit sweaty as you gave him a quick rub. He let out a contented sigh, his entire body visibly relaxing.

“There. Happy now?” 

“Very.” he murmured, already half-asleep as he settled deeper into the mattress, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. 

You shook your head, amused, as you finally made your way to the bathroom. The sound of the water running was a welcome distraction, the warmth enveloping you and giving you a moment to yourself. You stepped under the spray, letting it wash over you, cleansing your skin. 

After a while, you turned off the water, wrapping yourself in a towel. As you walked back to the bedroom, you found him exactly where you left him, sprawled out on the bed, his breathing slow and steady.

I can hear her begging me to fuck her, her voice hoarse and desperate. I can almost hear her pleading with me, her body trembling with need. I wonder if she’s thinking the same thing. If she’s imagining the feel of my cock inside her, filling her up and taking her to new heights of pleasure.

You woke up and saw him still in the same position he fell back asleep in after momentarily waking when you came into bed. His breathing was deep and steady, his face relaxed in slumber. You watched him for a moment, the way his eyelashes fluttered slightly with each exhale, and felt a pang of affection. His hair was tousled, and the sheet barely covered his hips, revealing the curve of his back. 

She’s beneath me, her eyes locked onto mine, her lips parted as she gasps for breath. Bringing her pleasure is one of the best things, a pure, unadulterated joy that courses through me. I would do anything she wanted, anything to hear that sweet sound of her moans, to feel the way her body responds to my touch. Every inch of her is a paradise I want to explore endlessly.

You came back in to check on him at some point, but he was still sleeping. You let him be. He was pretty drunk last night, and it was a Saturday. He could rest a little longer. The room was filled with the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. You adjusted the covers slightly, making sure he was comfortable, and smiled to yourself at how peaceful he looked, contrasting sharply with the rawness he showed last night.

Her hands grasp at me, her nails digging into my skin as she pulls me closer. The urgency in her movements, the way she arches her back, pushing herself against me. It drives me wild. I can almost feel her warmth, the way her body clenches around me. It’s a need, a deep, primal urge to give her everything. 

As you two were playing in the living room, Sock somehow made his way into the bedroom and jumped on Alex, right on his ass that was contoured by the sheets from the way he slept on his front with one leg bent up slightly. You took him away and hoped it didn’t wake Alex up. His leg twitched slightly but nothing more. You gently stroked the cat’s fur, whispering soothing words to keep him calm and prevent him from disturbing Al again, like he was some baby you didn’t want to start crying. 

I shift slightly, trying to get closer, to deepen the connection. Her breathy whimpers turn into cries of pleasure, and I can feel the building tension, the climax approaching. I am wholly consumed by her. The need to bring her that pleasure, to be the one who makes her lose control, it's overwhelming. I’d move heaven and earth for her, give up anything just to see her smile, to hear her whisper my name in that tone that sends shivers down my spine. I hold onto that thought, the pure bliss of being everything she needs, of losing myself in her.

You made your way back in bed, sitting at the other end, bored of waiting for him to wake up. You observed him for a while, then tried your chances by gently poking him with your feet, nudging him in the face until he eventually stirred and opened his eyes. His eyelids fluttered, a slow, reluctant motion as if he was trying to hold onto the remnants of his dream. You smiled as he groaned softly, his hand instinctively reaching up to push your foot away, but not with much force.

“Hey.” you said.

He groaned again and buried his face back in his pillow for a moment. “My head is killing me.”

“You were pretty drunk last night.”

“What?”

“You don't remember?” you asked, a slight disappointment in your voice. It would hurt a little if he forgot what happened.

“No. Yes- No, I remember, I remember.” he said, turning over onto his back and grabbing your feet into his hands, placing them on his chest. The warmth of his skin against yours brought a sense of reassurance, and his eyes, though still heavy with sleep, locked onto yours. His thumbs gently stroked the tops of your feet, a silent apology for his initial confusion.

He sighed deeply, rubbing his temple with one hand while keeping the other on your feet. “I remember everything.” he said, a small smile playing on his lips. “How could I forget? You were...Incredible.”

You felt a warmth spread through you at his words, the disappointment melting away. “Good.” you replied softly, shifting closer to him. “I was worried you might have been too out of it.”

He shook his head, a playful glint in his eyes despite the lingering hangover. “No way. I’d have to be dead to forget a night like that.”

He continued to play with your feet, kissing the soles tenderly, rubbing his thumbs deeper into the arches as if massaging away the remnants of your worry. 

“Seems you haven’t.” you teased, glancing pointedly at the obvious tent in the sheets. His dick was very much awake compared to the rest of him, standing so upright that it was almost comical.

He followed your gaze and then groaned, hiding his face behind your feet. “Oh god.” he mumbled, clearly embarrassed. He knew he’d been horny from the dream. Those kinds of dreams were a regular occurrence. But with the headache and the general grogginess, he hadn’t expected his body to respond quite so enthusiastically.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, the sound mingling with his own sheepish chuckle. “That bad, huh?”

He peeked out from behind your feet, giving you a lopsided grin. “Guess I’m more of a morning person than I thought…I was dreaming of you again.” His hand traced small circles on your ankle as he spoke.

You asked him what the dream was about, curiosity sparking in your voice. He hesitated for a moment, the lopsided grin softening as he tried to brush it off. “It’s…I don’t want to bore you with it.”

You shook your head, a small smile playing on your lips as you slid one leg down his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin. “You could never bore me.” you said, your foot continuing its path until it reached his crotch. You pressed gently, feeling the hardness that had been teasing you both, and his breath hitched slightly at the contact. 

His eyes fluttered shut before they flicked back to yours, the playful glint returning as he caught his bottom lip between his teeth, clearly debating whether to keep it to himself or share. “I was dreaming about…Well, let’s just say you were pretty persuasive.” he finally admitted, his voice low, tinged with that mix of embarrassment and arousal that was so undeniably him.

You could feel him twitching further beneath your touch as you continued to press against him. “Tell me more.” you urged, your voice laced with a teasing edge, but beneath that, a genuine interest.

His breath came out in a shaky exhale as your words settled between you, the tension palpable. Without breaking eye contact, he gently reached for your other leg, guiding it down with a deliberate slowness. His hand was firm as he placed your foot beside the first, creating a pressure that made his entire body tense. 

“Persuasive how?” you murmured, your curiosity spiking as you rubbed him through the thin fabric, feeling the pulse of his length under your touch. His breath hitched again, and he let out a quiet groan, eyes fluttering shut as if he were trying to relive the dream he was about to share. 

“You had this way of…convincing me.” he began, his voice rough and unsteady, “Making me want things. Crave them.” His hands moved to your ankles, guiding your feet so they pressed more firmly against him, the heat between your bodies growing, his arousal palpable through the sheet.

His words faltered as you slid your feet with a slow, teasing rhythm, feeling the hardness beneath the fabric shift under your touch. His grip on your ankles tightened slightly, and with a frustrated sigh, he pushed the sheet down, exposing himself fully to you. The air between you seemed to crackle as he guided your feet directly over his cock, the head slick with precum, making the slide smoother. 

You couldn’t help but notice the way his muscles twitched under your touch, his hips subtly bucking up as you stroked him with both feet. It was messy, the coordination awkward, your feet sometimes brushing against the coarse hair at the base of his cock, sending a tickling sensation up your legs that made you both chuckle softly in the midst of it.

But despite the lack of finesse, the sensation was pleasurable, and he was clearly losing himself in it, the words of his dream now coming out in fragmented whispers. “You…you just wouldn’t stop,” he breathed, his voice trembling, “Kept…touching me, like this, making me lose my mind.”

His confession only spurred you on, and you could feel him twitching more urgently under your feet, his precum spilling out over your skin, making the slide even slicker, more desperate. You couldn’t help but feel a rush of satisfaction at how utterly undone he was becoming. You were addicted to making his body break. 

He groaned, low and deep, his grip on your ankles almost bruising as he tried to control himself, but the tension in his body betrayed how close he was to the edge. The dream he tried to recount was slipping away from him now, replaced by the reality of what was happening between you, his voice lost in the desperate sounds of his breathing, the soft gasps and groans that filled the space around you.

His eyes were half-lidded, the dark pupils blown wide with lust as he looked down at the mess you were making of him. His cock twitched under your feet, leaking more and more as you continued to slide against him. You pressed your toes against the throbbing head of his cock, feeling the way it pulsed beneath you, hot and desperate. His reaction was immediate. His hips jerked up and a strangled moan escaped his lips. 

You kept the pressure steady, your toes teasing the sensitive tip, and that was all it took. The first spurt of hot cum splashed against your skin before coating his belly in thick, white streams. You watched, entranced, as the liquid pooled in the dip of his belly button, the sight oddly intimate, almost mesmerising.

His hands tightened on your ankles as his body continued to jerk with the aftershocks of his orgasm, each spasm sending another small wave of cum spilling over his stomach. His eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back as he tried to catch his breath. 

You eased up the pressure with your toes, letting him come down from the high, your eyes trailing over the mess you’d made of him, the contrast of his flushed skin against the creamy white fluid stark and undeniably arousing. He finally opened his eyes, his gaze locking with yours, and there was that vulnerability again in the way he completely surrendered to you. 

His chest heaved as he tried to steady his breathing, a lazy grin spreading across his face as he looked down at the mess between you. “You really are persuasive.” he murmured, voice rough and full of a satisfied warmth that made your heart flutter.

You couldn’t help but smile back, the sight of him so thoroughly undone by your touch sending a thrill through you. You shifted slightly so that your toes brushed against the last traces of his release, smearing it across his skin as you did. He groaned at the sensation, his hands sliding up to gently pull your legs away from his oversensitive cock. 

You watched him for a moment. The sight of him like this, vulnerable, satisfied, a bit of a mess, stirred something warm in you. But you knew that warmth wouldn’t last long if you let him lie there much longer.

“Get in the shower.” you said gently, your tone leaving no room for argument. 

His grin widened, and he raised an eyebrow at you, clearly recalling the night before when he’d stubbornly refused to shower, claiming he was too tired. “Alright, alright.” he said, his voice still a bit husky as he finally sat up, the movement slow and languid. 

You couldn’t help but admire the way his muscles shifted under his skin, the faint sheen of sweat making his body glisten. He reached for a napkin lying forgotten on the bedside table, wiping away the mess on his stomach with a nonchalant swipe before crumpling the napkin and tossing it aside. 

As he stood up, you noticed how the stretch of his body made him wince slightly, the hangover clearly taking its toll on him, though he didn't seem to mind. His movements were unhurried, almost lazy, and you could tell he was enjoying the afterglow of what had just transpired. He raked a hand through his hair, trying to tame the wild strands, but it did little to help. 

“I’m gonna run to the store.” you said, your voice soft as you began to take off your pyjamas in exchange for a loose dress that had been draped over the chair by the bed, not before cleaning yourself up as well. “Sock’s food is running low.” 

He nodded, distractedly running his fingers through his hair again, his eyes momentarily distant as if lost in thought. Then, as you slipped the dress over your head and smoothed it down, he looked at you. “Can you grab me something to eat?” he asked, his tone hopeful. “Maybe from that bakery down the street from the flower market? The one with the croissants I like?”

You smiled as you made sure the dress was sitting just right, the soft fabric brushing against your skin. “Of course.” you said, stepping up to him. He was still standing by the side of the bed, watching you with that sleepy, satisfied expression. 

You reached up to cup his face, pulling him down for a quick kiss. His lips were warm and soft against yours, lingering just long enough to make you wish you didn’t have to leave. But you knew Sock would be giving you the cold shoulder if you didn’t come back with food soon, and you couldn’t let that happen.

“Don’t take too long in the shower.” you teased as you pulled back, your fingers brushing lightly against the stubble on his jaw. “I’ll be back soon.”

He grinned down at you, his hands sliding around your waist for a brief moment, holding you close. “I won’t.” he promised. “But you should take your time. It looks nice out today.”

Your smile faltered slightly as his words hung in the air, the warmth of the moment tinged with a familiar sadness. You looked up into his eyes, your fingers still resting gently against his jaw, feeling the roughness of the hair beneath your touch. “I wish we could go out together.” you admitted softly. 

His expression shifted, a shadow passing over his face as he held you a little tighter, his hands warm and steady on your waist. The easy grin from before faded, replaced by something more serious, more bittersweet. He nodded, his eyes searching yours, as if he wished he could change the reality you both had to navigate. 

“I know.” he murmured, his voice low, laced with that quiet frustration that came whenever you talked about this. “I wish we could too.”

You sighed, leaning into him, letting yourself enjoy the feeling of his arms around you for just a moment longer. “Maybe one day.”

He nodded again, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there as if he could transfer all the unspoken promises through that single touch. “One day.” he echoed, though his voice held the same mix of hope and resignation that yours did.

You pulled back, your hand sliding from his jaw to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under your palm. “In the meantime,” you said, forcing a small smile as you tried to lighten the mood, “I’ll get your croissants, and we can pretend we’re having breakfast together. Since it’s already noon, sleepyhead.”

He chuckled softly. “I’d like that.” he said, his thumb brushing over your waist before he reluctantly let go. 

“I’ll be back soon.” you promised again. 

As you left, you heard the shower start up again behind you, the sound mingling with the quiet that settled over you both. 

He sat down at his desk, the chair creaking softly as he settled in. The sunlight filtering through the blinds did little to warm the chill that had settled over him since the moment you kissed him goodbye. He stared at the pages in front of him, fingers hovering over the pen rest right beside them. 

The moment your lips touched his, the memory of last night came crashing back. The bar. The other woman. The way he’d let her, let himself get too close, too careless. He’d pushed it out of his mind, forgotten it entirely in the warmth of waking up with you. But now, in the solitude of his office, it returned with brutal clarity. 

He could still taste the remnants of the alcohol and the way her lips had brushed against his even though he’d brushed it all away. It felt foreign, wrong, now that he was sober. The guilt gnawed at him, a sharp contrast to the tenderness you had shown him just moments before. How could I let it happen? How could I forget?

His fingers finally moved, but not to grab the pen. Instead, they rubbed at his temples, trying to ease the tension building there. He needed to write it down, to purge it from his mind somehow before you came back. Maybe if he got it out, he could move past it, find a way to forget it again. Or at least a way to keep it from you, to prevent it from tarnishing the delicate balance you both maintained. 

But the memory of her lips, so different from yours, lingered. And with it, the fear that he had crossed a line he could never uncross.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, and began writing. Over time, putting pen to paper had become his way of dealing with the mess of emotions inside him, a way to avoid letting them fester until they became too much to bear.

“I’m only as sick as the secrets within

Maybe it’s not so evil as much as it’s hungry  

I’m broken down and hungry for your love  

You’re sewn into my soul  

I’ll keep sleeping and you’ll make me dream of you  

Sometimes a man gets carried away

When he feels he should be having his fun  

Much too blind to see the damage he’s done.”

He read over what he’d just written, feeling the sting of shame and self-loathing rise up. Half of it was an attempt to excuse his own stupidity, a way of justifying what he’d done. Disgusted, he scribbled over most of the lines, tearing into the paper with his pen.

It was then that he noticed the wet patches, the ink beginning to run as tears dripped onto the page. He wiped his eyes, feeling the moisture spreading beneath his fingertips, and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying desperately to stop the flood. But it was no use. The tears kept coming, a physical manifestation of the guilt he couldn’t shake, no matter how much he tried to rationalise it.

He kept crying, the tears falling faster now as the reality of his actions sank in. The weight of it was unbearable. How did it come to this? If only he had pushed her away. If only he hadn’t let it happen. If only he had remembered who he was, who he belonged to. The thoughts looped endlessly in his mind, taunting him. 

If she didn’t think of him as single, she wouldn’t have approached him like that in the first place. He cursed himself for not setting boundaries, for not making it clear that he was unavailable, that he was committed to you. But how could he?

He wished the truth could just come out, but the thought of the consequences ate him up. He wished he could just confess and end the torment. But there was a cowardice in him, a deep-seated fear of the unknown, of losing you, of causing you any more unnecessary pain. 

He always did what he thought he should, always acted according to some unwritten script that told him how to behave, what to say, how to keep the peace. But why? Why did it have to be like this? Why couldn’t he just be honest, be himself, without worrying about the fallout? He hated the person he had become. The person who let things happen, who didn’t take control, who let his life be dictated by others’ expectations and his own misguided sense of obligation.

The tears continued to flow as he sat there, hunched over the desk, his hands shaking as he gripped the pen. The words on the page blurred together, the ink smudged by his tears, a perfect metaphor for the mess he had made of things. He couldn’t take it back. He couldn’t undo what had happened. All he could do was sit there and let the guilt eat away at him, piece by piece.

His vision blurred as well as he thought of your face, the trust in your eyes, and the love you had always given him so freely. Why did he have to complicate things when all he wanted was to be with you, to be honest and open, without all the secrets and lies? The weight of it all pressed down on him, making his chest ache with the need to let it out, to unburden himself of this shame that was eating him alive.

You arrived home and the moment you stepped inside something felt off. You were startled by the muffled sounds coming from Alex’s office. Low, anguished cries, punctuated by the occasional thud. Just as confused, Sock was pawing anxiously at the closed door, clearly distressed by the noise. You knocked gently, but no answer came. 

You hesitated for a moment, then quietly pushed the door open. The sight that greeted you made your heart sink. Alex sat with his back to you, dressed in one of his usual striped shirts, his shoulders hunched as if the weight of the world had settled there. The sound of his crying was even louder now, raw and unfiltered. His head kept rhythmically hitting against the desk, each thud a painful counterpoint to the sobs that racked his body. 

This wasn’t like him. He never resorted to violence, especially not towards you, or anyone else really. He’d never been the type to lash out or break things, but seeing him like this, hurting himself instead, was something you hadn’t expected. You could feel the panic rising in your chest as you stepped closer.

“Al?” you called out, your voice trembling slightly. He didn’t acknowledge you, his body locked in a cycle. You gently placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to offer comfort.

But he flinched away, his voice choked with tears as he pleaded. “No, don’t touch me…Please.” he sobbed, his words barely intelligible through the pain. “I’ll be fine…I- I’ll explain.”

Your heart broke hearing the desperation in his voice, the struggle to hold onto some semblance of control even as he unravelled in front of you again. You wanted nothing more than to hold him, to tell him it was okay, whatever it was. But his plea for space held you back, leaving you torn between staying by his side and respecting his need to process whatever was tearing him apart.

You sat down on the loveseat across the room, trying to give him the space he asked for but unable to take your eyes off him. You watched as he struggled to settle down, his breathing ragged as he wiped at his eyes with trembling hands. He blew his nose, the sound harsh in the quiet room, before tossing the tissue into the trash along with the crumpled-up papers scattered across his desk. 

Finally, he stood, brushing his hands down his striped shirt, wiping away the last remnants of his tears. When he caught you looking at him, he chuckled, a strained, uncomfortable sound that didn’t quite reach his eyes. 

“Sorry.” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “I’ll go wash my face and then…Yeah.” He trailed off, his gaze dropping to the floor. He seemed almost embarrassed, as if apologising for letting you see him like this after he’d promised to himself that he wouldn’t let it happen again. And you realised how much he was still trying to protect you, even from his own pain.

You nodded, offering him a small, tentative smile, though your heart ached to see him like this. You didn’t know what was going on, but you could feel the storm brewing just beneath the surface. All you could do was wait for him to be ready to share it with you.

He came back into the room, settling beside you on the loveseat, his hands resting in his lap. He started to tug at the skin around his nails, an anxious habit you recognised. There was a tension in the air as if he was trying to gather the courage to say what was weighing on his mind.

“Remember when I asked you to hate me? On the first night we spent together?” His voice was soft, still shaky.

“Yeah.” you replied, your voice gentle, trying to meet his gaze.

He muttered, “I need you to promise me you won’t hate me now.” as he moved one of his hands over yours, his touch light but desperate for reassurance. “Please don’t hate me.” he said, finally looking at you, his eyes red and puffy from crying, the pain clear in them.

You looked at him, really looked at him, and saw the exhaustion etched into his face, the way his eyes were rimmed with redness, the way they glistened as if he were holding back another wave of tears. 

“I don’t think I could ever hate you…Even if you asked me to.” you said softly, your thumb brushing over his knuckles in a small attempt to comfort him. 

He took a deep breath, hand still gripping yours tightly. “I kissed someone else last night.” he confessed, his voice barely audible. The words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating, and you felt the world tilt, your mind scrambling to process what he’d just said. You didn’t know how to react. Whether you wanted to cry, to slap him, or to just...do nothing. It felt surreal, like you were detached from your own emotions, hovering somewhere outside of yourself.

He continued, his words tumbling out, desperate to explain. “One of the women in the group came up to me, and we were talking, I don’t even know what we talked about, and then she…she kissed me. And I…I kissed her back.” His voice cracked on that last word, and you could see the regret etched into every line on his face. “I wish I didn’t, because it wasn’t you, and it didn’t feel right. I don’t even know why I did it, or why I even got that drunk, and-” His voice cracked again, and he paused, his breath hitching as he tried to keep from breaking down, on the verge of tears again. 

“It wasn’t intentional,” he finally said, “I know that sounds so stupid and disgusting, but it just…happened.” his voice wavered, thick with shame. “And I’m tired. I’m so tired of keeping you hidden. It shouldn’t feel foreign when I go out with other people, just because I haven’t in months. I don’t want to feel this way anymore. I want to be with you.” He was teetering on the edge of falling apart again, and you could see the strain in his eyes, the way his entire body seemed to tremble. “I want us to be out in the open, to be real. I hate that it feels like we’re living in different worlds sometimes.”

His words tumbled out in a rush, desperate and not knowing what he was going to say next, and you could see him struggling to hold himself together. 

“Okay.”

“Okay?” His voice was laced with confusion, almost disbelieving, his eyes searching yours for some clarity.

“Yeah...it’s...it’s gonna be okay. I’m okay.” you said, but you could feel the sting of tears welling up in your eyes as you tried to hold them back. You didn’t want to cry, not now, not in front of him, but the emotion was too overwhelming.

“I never wanted to make you cry.” he whispered, his fingers brushing lightly against yours now, the touch so gentle it almost broke you.

You pulled your legs up onto the leather seat, curling up close to his chest, seeking comfort in the warmth of his body. His arm instinctively wrapped around you, holding you tightly. 

“I don’t want to hide either.” you murmured into his chest, your voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt, but you knew he heard you. The words were heavy with the weight of everything unsaid, everything you both had been holding back for too long while trying to pretend everything was going to be fine the way it was.

“Okay.” he replied softly, his voice full of quiet resolve as he rested his head gently against yours. 

There was a sense of finality in the word even though this wasn’t the moment to make the change, and he knew it. The air between you was too fragile, the rawness of his confession still too fresh. He didn’t want to push it now, not when the wound was still open and bleeding. And you weren’t ready to make sense of it all either, not yet. 

For now, the silence was enough, the quiet understanding that something had shifted, but not yet settled. The comfort of his arms around you, his head resting gently against yours, was all either of you could manage for the moment. And for now, it would have to be enough.

a/n: And it's almost over...I hope you like it, where I went with the story. I had the idea in mind for quite a while and I finally finished it. I didn't really know at which point to end this part but I feel like it's a good one leading up to the last one.

The bit he "wrote" are lyrics from 'As Sick As The Secrets Within' by Marilyn Manson and 'Lover, You Should've Come Over' by Jeff Buckley (thanks to the anon who brought that song to my attention in an ask)

tags: @st7rnioioss @theonlyoneswhoknowsblog @rentsturner @yourstartreatment @avxoxo1 @jqsvi @turnersfav @youresodarkbabe @psychedelicrocker @aacheinthejaw @zayndrider @humbuginmybones @tedioepica

[sillylittleguytm]

Hi! I saw your requests were open so thought I’d send one in. Could I have Copia with an s/o who gets sick a lot? Because of an autoimmune disease I have called Lupus I get sick a lot and it’s been kicking my butt lately. I just need some soft Copia to take care of me. 💙🖤

Unholy Quarantine

Copia x gn!Reader

Warnings: None. Just sick comfort.

Words: 831

A/N: Ayy this is the first request I've completed! I still have one more to take care of from a while ago but I'm finally returning. Anyway, I hope that this is what you had in mind and thank you for the request!

Copia can tell that you're unwell almost immediately.

He enters the room the two of you share after he arrives back from his duties for the day, and the first thing he hears is the violent coughing coming from inside the bathroom. His expression becomes one of sympathy, a frown gracing his lips. Just as you recover from your previous sickness, you catch something again. You just can’t get a break, can you?

Copia is quick to follow the noise to the source. He sees you in the bathroom with the door open, taking some medication. Immediately, he’s on you, wrapping his arms around your waist and rubbing your middle gently. After the first few times, he stopped caring about the potential of getting sick. He’d rather be there for you during your frequent illnesses than keep his distance. You deserve to be taken care of. “Oh, amore. Where do you ache this time?” He asks gently, pressing a kiss to your head.

Copia is met with a sigh. “Everywhere. It feels like I got tossed down a staircase.” You reply, the congestion evident in your voice. He lets out a quiet chuckle, giving you a gentle, sympathetic squeeze. Then, he gives a small pat on your hip.

“Let’s get you back in bed then, hm?” Copia says. Without giving you time to protest, he begins to guide you out of the bathroom by the waistband of your sweatpants– red to match his own favorite pair. You try to laugh, but it’s quickly intercepted by a rough cough met with a quiet coo from Copia. He lays you down in bed, covering your shivering body with a light blanket to account for your inconsistent body temperature. With a sigh, you curl up underneath it and look up at him wearily.

“C? Can you get me some more tissues? Pretty please?” You ask, looking up at him with tired eyes. He gives a soft sympathetic smile. He could never deny you anything when you’re like this. Hell, he rarely denies you anything when you’re in good health.

“Of course I can, amore.” Copia readily agrees, standing up from his position on the bed to get you a tissue box from the other room. Before he makes it out of the bedroom, you call out to him again.

“Ooh! And maybe you could make me that soup like you did last time?” You suggest. You haven’t wanted to eat much of anything today, and it’s not likely that you’d be able to stomach much. But this soup sounded good. It felt so nice on your sore throat the last time. Copia chuckles.

“Anything for you.” He responds, once again prepared to do whatever you need to help you feel better. You smile at his willingness to help you, appreciative of all that he does for you. You swear to yourself that you’ll return the favor when he inevitably catches this from you.

“Oh yeah, and Copia?” You say, stopping him from leaving once more.

“Yes, amore?”

“Make sure you put some extra love in it.” You say, batting your eyelashes at him playfully with the joking request.

“Okie dokie.” Copia accepts, his tone soft. “This illness has made you extra sappy, I see.” He adds teasingly.

“Ah, I figured that I should be nice to you while I’m on my deathbed.” You say, dramatically draping a hand over your forehead and shutting your eyes. You quickly peek one open in order to view his reaction. Copia simply rolls his eyes. “So dramatic.”

“Yeah, yeah. Make with the soup, soup boy.” You say, resuming your original curled position under the blanket.

This reply makes Copia snort as he finally exits the room, bringing in the box of tissues before leaving your quarters and heading to the ministry kitchen to get started on your soup. It’s not often that he cooks, but for you, he’d take on the responsibility of cooking your every meal if you so wished. Entering the busy kitchen, he finds a corner out of the way of the sisters on dinner duty for the evening and begins to fulfill your request, making the soup with all of the care and love he holds for you in his heart.

Some light labor and some dishes later, the soup is perfected. He walks back quickly so he can give it to you while it’s still warm (and also because he hates leaving you alone when you feel bad). Upon opening the door, he finds you fully asleep in bed, holding a pillow to your chest. Copia sighs, looking between you and the soup. 

Should he wake you?

He quickly shakes away the thought, knowing that it was probably hard enough for you to fall asleep given your congestion. The soup could be reheated. In the meantime, joining you in bed sounds like an excellent idea. His embrace is pure love and could warm you like no soup could.

[ryuryuryuyurboat]

sunsettias n' apples

synopsis: you always hated birthdays. but now? you're not so sure.

genre: fluff (slight comfort)

characters: cyno x gn! reader

warnings: established relationship, reader is referred to in 2nd person

a/n: @thexianzhoujade happy birthday kaikai >:) you thought you got enough gifts? yeah, well, here's another! ilysm big bro mwamwah may today be a good day for you💗 | likes, reblogs and comments highly appreciated!!

©2024 ryuryuryuyurboat. do not repost, translate, plagiarise, or modify in any way, shape or form.

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oh, how you loathed birthdays. were they special? no, not really. what purpose did celebrating birthdays serve, anyway? weren’t they just… reminders of your age? 

you lay on your bed with your eyes closed— if i don’t open my eyes, the day hasn’t come yet— and an aroma wafted into your nostrils. huh.

you entered the kitchen to the sight of your boyfriend standing in front of the stove, spatula in hand, proudly donning an apron that said ‘kiss the chef’. at the sound of your footsteps, he turned. “good morning! sleep well?”

“not really.” you mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. “you’re making breakfast?”

“of course.” cyno replied without missing a beat, setting down a plate of still-sizzling mushroom omelette and steaming tachin in front of you. “c’mon, eat up, we’ve got places to be.”

“???”

the second you cleared your plate, you were immediately shooed into your bedroom to change into clothes, and then forcibly dragged out of your shared house. 

your itinerary that day was packed to the brim, to say the least. cyno took you on a shopping spree at the grand bazaar– anything that remotely appeared to catch your eye was promptly picked up and paid for by your beloved, then took you to watch a dance performance put together by the zubayr theatre troupe, where nilou specially dedicated one of her dances to you, followed by a huge lunch at puspa café, some more sightseeing around sumeru after…

by the time evening came around, you were sitting at the top of a hill just by the outskirts of sumeru city, watching the sun as it began to dip below the horizon. saying you felt exhausted would be a bold understatement, what with everyone who came forth to wish you ‘happy birthday’ and all the walking you did throughout the day. 

the grass rustled as your lover moved to sit next to you. “hey,” he offers you a sunsettia, “y’know, it’s a good time to eat this.”

“why?”

“because it’s sunset. get it? sunsettias and sunset?”

“babe…”

as you watched dusk fall over the world, for the first time in a very, very long time, your heart felt at peace. when was the last time you’d had a good birthday?

an apple blocks your vision of the sun. “almost forgot to say something.” 

“mhm?”

“you’re the apple of my eye, y/n.” 

“cyno!!”

“c’mon, let’s go home. everyone’s waiting for us, and i can’t wait for you to see the tcg deck i made specially for you.”

“there’s… wait, who’s ‘everyone’??”“you’ll see when we get back.” cyno stands, dusting off his clothes, “it’s your birthday, after all. you couldn’t possibly have thought a date sufficed, right?”

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[abbyromanoff]

If possible could you do a G!P Kate Bishop x Barton Reader where reader and Kate have been trying for a child for a while and soon reader finally becomes pregnant and eventually gives birth on Christmas

Little peanut

Pairings: g!p Kate Bishop x Barton!reader

Word count: 2283

Warnings: small smut, angst with a happy ending, fluff, reader is pregnant, Kate has a penis don’t like it don’t read, giving birth, overprotective Kate

Summary: When you were starting to lose hope in having a baby with your wife you received some good news

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

“We’re here!” Yelled your wife in the medium sized farm house, laughing when the youngest came running to the two of you. You smiled seeing how she handled the four year old boy.

“Hey little guy! How’s it going?” He quickly went into a rant about a new toy that he got and dragged her to his room. Your mother greeted you with a large hug as your father did the same moments after.

“Hey pumpkin.” You groaned at the nickname as Clint laughed and grabbed you and Kate’s bags, bringing them to the guest bedroom and laying them down on the bed. Laura dragged you into the dining room and sat you down to start chatting with you.

“So, how’s it going with, you know.” Her small smirk quickly faded seeing your defeated sigh, placing her hand on top of yours she silently reassured you. She stood up and grabbed some coffee for herself and tea for you knowing that coffee isn’t great for pregnancy. You gave a tight lipped smile when receiving the still hot mug.

“Thanks ma, I’m just so sick of waiting. We’ve been trying for almost a year now and still there’s nothing. I’m starting to think that maybe I’m not supposed to be a parent.” Tears filled your eyes as you spoke, the thought hurting both you and your mother.

“Oh honey, of course you are! You’re so well with your siblings and I know that someday you’ll have a child, whether it’s biological or even adoption. Now, you have been tested for your fertility but has Kate? Maybe since she is a little different from most women, she can’t have kids?” The realization hit you, maybe she actually wasn’t able to have kids. The both of you have gone to multiple doctors to see if you were fertile but neither of you ever thought to get her tested as well.

“N-no, we haven’t. I didn’t really ever think of that but it makes sense now that I think of it.” More tears left your eyes and your mom engulfed you in a large hug, now having tears of her own. She muttered out reassuring words while you tried calming yourself down as you heard Kate running down the stairs. You didn’t want her seeing you like this. She walked in with a large smile on her face but it disappeared when seeing you. Laura nodded to the woman, signaling for her to come and comfort you. You looked over to finally make eye contact with your wife as she rushed over to you, immediately bombarding you with questions.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong? Can you tell me what’s on your mind.” You swallowed the lump in your throat and finally spoke, letting out all of your feelings and emotions. Kate listened intently with every word, her eyebrows furrowing more every time you spoke.

“Oh baby, come here.” She wrapped her arms around you tightly and pressed kisses to your head before speaking once more. “It’s gonna be okay, I’m right here. I’ll always be here.” She brought you up to your room and gave a small thank you to the brown haired woman, giving a sad smile when Clint saw you two. Laying you down on the bed she held you tightly until you finally fell asleep, smiling into your skin as she joined you in resting for the first time today.

You woke up to the feeling of someone grinding against you, a large bulge pushing back and forth against your form. Turning over you see Kate’s flushed face as she’s using one hand to grope your body and the other to play with her own breasts.

“K-Katey-” She quickly shushed you by shaking her head fastly, whimpering against your neck as she positioned herself to go on top of you.

“Let me just fuck you, please? I’m so fucking horny right now, I need you so bad. I’ll get you pregnant this time I promise, I’ll put my babies in you I promise.” You hesitantly agreed, knowing that your family was just downstairs and could possibly hear you if you’re too loud.

“Okay, but just be quiet. I don’t need my dad hearing me scream out daddy.” You both let out a small chuckle before she connected her lips with your own, undoing her pants and rubbing herself onto you.

Almost a month went by and the two of you never stopped trying, you were surprised you haven’t got a noise complaint yet with how loud you were. Although this week was different, you had less of a sex drive and had even started puking in the morning. When you found out that you were a few days late for your period as well Kate rushed home from work and held you while you waited for the results.

“I’m scared Kate, what if it comes back negative?” The woman hugged you tighter and grabbed your face in her hands, leaving pecks all over you until she reached your lips. Giving you a long, passionate kiss as to calm you down slightly.

“It will be okay babe, and if it comes back negative we just keep trying like we always do.” “I’m tired of trying, I just want to be pregnant already.” The woman nodded, seemingly agreeing with your statement. She held you once again until the timer went off, standing up she slowly walked over to the counter and flipped over the tests. A large grin took over her face and you looked up excitedly, hoping she’d say they came back positive. Standing up you walked over to your wife and looked at the object on the paper towel, seeing two lines on each stick. You lightly gasped and turned to the other woman, noticing she was still awe struck, pulling her into your arms as you spilled a few happy tears onto her shoulder.

“I can’t believe it, we’re gonna be moms.” Kate whispered into your hair as she kissed the top of your head repeatedly, leaning back to finally look at you. You nodded and said happily, “We’re gonna be moms.”

Later that night you both facetimed your family, making sure everyone was there to see.

“Okay, okay, now what’s the big news?” Your mother asked impatiently. You both grinned and turned the camera around to show the big surprise. Gasps echoed throughout the phone as they all stared in shock and disbelief.

“Are you serious right now? I’m finally going to be a grandma!” Laura yelled out excitedly as everyone else congratulated you. You and Kate thanked them all as you heard loud noises in the background.

“Clint! Where’s my jacket? I’m going to go see them!” You both laughed at your mother’s antics and talked to them for another hour until you said your goodbyes and hung up, going to bed as you held one another tightly.

The next few months were torture, you continuosly nagged your wife to buy all of your cravings and she did with little complaint. You were throwing up almost everyday and couldn’t enjoy your favorite foods from before. Kate even went to the store and bought what seemed like hundreds of parenting books and read them all, writing down her own notes for each and every thing. When it came to your third trimester she was even worse, not letting you do anything by yourself, making sure to hold you with every step you took as in her words, “You might hurt yourself and the baby.” You found it cute how much she truly cared for you and the little peanut in your belly, the nickname that she gave them. When you both found out you’d be having a baby girl you two got started on the nursery, well, she did. She refused to let you move a muscle and even had Clint come over to help her build the crib. Your parents were just as protective and happy about the pregnancy as you guys were, calling almost every night to see how you’re doing and going to every appointment even if it was two hours away. Your siblings were excited to finally have a niece even bought you both gifts for when the baby was born. On Christmas morning you awoke to breakfast in bed and a smiling Kate delivering it.

“How’s my beautiful wife this morning?” You laughed slightly and Kate soon brought you into a large kiss, muttering a ‘Merry Christmas baby’ against them. She leaned down and kissed your large belly, repeating the same words to them as she did you.

“I can’t believe this will be the little one’s first Christmas.” You wished you could take a photo of how happy Kate looked, the thought of the baby always made a cheek hurting smile appear on her face.

“Well, technically it’s not the baby's first Christmas until she’s actually born and out of my belly.” “Shhh, let me be excited.” The two of you shared a few laughs as she soon dragged you to the living room where all the presents laid. Upon opening the first few gifts you felt as though you had to pee and blamed it on your small blatter. Walking to the bathroom you stopped when you felt liquid dripping down your leg, looking down to see a large wet spot on the ground.

“K-Kate.” “Yeah babe? Everything okay?” She asked as she started speed walking over to you. She cut herself short when seeing the floor and your pants, realizing what was happening.

“Oh-oh my god. We need to get you to a hospital now, go in the car, I'll grab the go bag!” You nodded but were stopped with a sharp pain to your stomach. Using the wall to lean yourself on you yelled out in pain as Kate rushed over to help you up, walking you to the car instead.

“It’s going to be alright, everything will be just fine!” She repeated, you questioned if she was saying it to you or herself.

On the way to the hospital she called your family and told them everything while they slightly panicked and informed you both that they’d be there in an hour or so. When arriving at the building Kate hurriedly checked you in and you were immediately put into a room until you were fully dilated. Your wife held your hand through every type of pain and tried distracting you, only to end up being yelled at by you.

“Kate, if you don’t shut up I swear to god I will chop off that dick of yours! That’s what you get for doing this to me.” Her eyes widened and she sat down quickly, trying not to anger you more. Your parents and siblings rushed into the room after a little more than an hour but quickly saw your pained expression along with Kate’s scared one.

“Hey honey, how you doing?” When you calmly answered the woman's question Kate stared at you with pure confusion.

“Why aren’t you yelling at her? When I said the same thing you threatened to chop my dick off.” Your dad stifled a laugh as you stared the woman down.

“Because at least she didn’t get me pregnant and put me through this.” “You’re the one who wanted a baby even more than me!” Your parents watched the scene unfold with an amused face, wanting so desperately to laugh at your words and Kate’s reactions.

“Oh don’t even fucking star-” “Okay! That’s enough! Stop acting like literal children when you’re twenty-eight and you’re twenty-nine.” You were going to say something until another shock of pain hit you. Laura and Kate held you hand as Clint stood off to the side awkwardly, not exactly knowing what he should do.

After a few very painful and stressful hours the doctor finally came in to bring you into the delivery room, stating that you were fully dilated and ready to give birth. Your wife and your mother stayed to watch and help you while Clint went out to the waiting room where his kids were. Screams were heard loud and clear as the baby finally started to crown. Kate had tears running down her face and so did Laura as she looked to see the baby, dragging your wife to come see it as well.

“It’s so gross yet so beautiful.” She muttered out. When loud cries echoed throughout the room you looked up to see the baby in the doctor’s hands, smiling in full glory seeing your daughter. The man asked if Kate would like to see the little one to which she excitedly nodded, jumping up and down slightly while she clasped her hands together.

“You did it, I’m so proud of you.” Came your mothers voice. You looked over to her and tiredly smiled, letting her hug you tightly before joining your wife with the baby. The doctor walked over to you and handed you the newborn, congratulating you in the process. You thanked him and he left as the rest of your family piled in, awing at the child in your arms.

“You know, it’s funny because the first time we fucked in your parents house you found out you were pregnant soon after. Maybe it’s a Barton house thing, it would explain how you have so many siblings.” Kate said out of the blue, receiving many looks from everyone else and a stern look from the now grandparents.

“What’s fucking?” Came your little brother's voice. You all shared a look before bursting out laughing while your parents were still glaring at Kate with their mouth wide open.

“You had sex in our house?!” “Uh oh.”

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

WELCOME BACK!!! That’s right fellow humans, it’s the second episode of

Bedtime Stories With PCE

And man did I enjoy writing this one, my sweet boys, Stan with the broken ribs and struggling with being hurt for the first time since running dry, his super awesome sponsor, Kyle w the solutions, Moose being the best lil cat ever, just!!!!! And this one is really important to me, because it is SMACK DAB in the middle of Broken Bottles From Apartment 2 after our beloved vet tech Stan gets kicked by a scared horse at work, setting the ball rolling for the rest of that story. Essentially I wanted to address more of his mentality following that incident, and to have y’all meet his AA sponsor! Iconic. Here’s

•coconut yogurt•

“Jesus, dude, that looks bad.”

“I’m-“ Stan cut off with a sharp *schh* as Kyle helped him the rest of the way out of his scrub shirt. “Fuck, I’m okay.”

Breathing fucking hurt. More than that, he was seriously bummed that not only was he on bed rest for two weeks (something that his partner would no doubt enforce with an iron fist), but he was gonna be stuck to paperwork once he could finally go back to work. And it wasn’t like he could quell the boredom by slipping away to the clinic for a few hours while Kyle was at his own job, because Wendy ran the front office and would not hesitate to rat him out.

“Baby, they’re only a little cracked.”

Kyle rolled his eyes and carefully helped him ease to a more comfortable laying position on the couch, gently resting one of the big ice packs they always kept on hand over his side. “Where’s your discharge shit?”

“Front pocket,” he muttered.

Kyle grabbed the papers and scanned them quickly. “Hairline fractures… bone bruising, sweetheart, how on earth are you breathing?”

“Carefully?” His partner didn’t seem to like that response. “Ky, I’m okay. You know how much worse it could’ve been?”

“YES! Yes, I do, Stan! Don’t fucking-“ his face softened. “Don’t smile like that about broken ribs, dude.”

“I’m not smiling about that; I’m smiling about you.”

“You’re hopeless,” Kyle laughed. “The hell am I supposed to do with your hopeless romantic ass when you say sappy bullshit?”

Stan might’ve been a little foggy from the pain. Maybe. “Aww, babe, C’mere,” he struggled to open his arms, which was annoying, yeah, but he wanted to hold Kyle.

“Dude, I am SO not laying on you.”

“Just a little?”

“No.”

Kyle went to read the paperwork again, fully ignoring Stan’s efforts to get cuddled. “Babe…”

“Your prescription should be ready, dude.” Kyle knelt down to kiss him. “Gonna be good if I’m gone for a few?”

Stan pouted, knowing damn well he was being dramatic, but not caring. “I don’t want it.”

“We went over this, sweetheart. You had a problem with alcohol, not pills. Is it just because you don’t like taking stuff anyway?”

“…yeah.”

“Okay.” Kyle kissed him again. “You’re sure?”

Honestly, he wasn’t. There were a lot of feelings coming up right now. Kyle noticed, because of course he did. “Stan, I know that face.”

Against his will, tears started trailing from the corners of his eyes.

“Oh, dude, I know.” Kyle took Stan’s face in his hands. “Look, I really don’t want you to hurt, okay? I know you’re emotional right now. I’ll give you your meds when you need them, and you don’t need to think about it. I can ask the pharmacy about the info too. Hon, we’re gonna know exactly what you’re taking, and you’ll be just fine.”

“I- I always heal fast.”

“You do,” Kyle assured him. “And there’s nothing wrong with needing a little help, okay?”

“Uh huh.” Yeah, he would call his sponsor. He needed to talk this out, with someone who got it. Kyle understood for the most part; he literally had a degree in psychology and had been firsthand through an eating disorder, which was its own form of addiction, but, well, specifics. “I’m- *hic*- gonna text Mark, maybe zoom into tonight’s meeting.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Kyle rose and ran his hand through Stan’s hair. “Ten minutes, hopefully.” He glanced at the corner and laughed. “Oh, poor thing doesn’t know what to do! It’s okay, Moose, c’mere, keep your dad company.”

Their cat slowly crept up to the couch, perching on the arm like a sentinel and making a cute little “mrrmm”.

“Good boy.” Kyle spun his keys once around his finger, and put on a serious face, staring down at Stan with one eyebrow raised. “Now, don’t you move.”

“Just stay where I can see you douse the lights.”

Kyle laughed. “You’re incredibly lame. I’ll be right back.”

That laughter seriously helped so much. “Okay, dude, you know where to find me.”

Moose had started purring, asleep next to him by the time Stan worked up the motivation to get his phone and send Mark a “yo I got the fuck kicked out of me by a horse I won’t be there tonight”. The old man immediately called him.

“Hey,” Stan answered, trying not to laugh at how fast that call was, because he knew that would feel awful.

“The hell do you mean, “hey”, Superman? How’d you get kicked by a damn horse?”

“Oh, you know.” Just hearing his sponsor’s voice helped. Some of the older crowd at AA had taken to calling him “Superman” too, which was objectively funny, and also comforting to hear, especially right now, when he was feeling vulnerable. “Went to give him an antibiotic shot, he got scared and bucked around, broke my ribs.”

“Christ.” He could practically hear Mark rolling his eyes through the phone. “Leave it to you. How ya doin’ with all of that? Gonna be able to come chair tomorrow?”

Judging by how much he was hurting, definitely not, even if Kyle would let him leave the apartment. “I was thinking I’d Zoom in. Will you, uh, do you think that’d work?”

Mark chuckled. “Well, I don’t know much about the video callin’ you young folks do, but I’ll figure it out. Might need ta get Laura to help me. She’s good with technology.”

Laura was a woman even older than Mark, who was not good with technology. Oh yeah, this was gonna be fun.

“Seriously though, kid, are you okay?”

Stan sighed. “It’s- I’m nervous,” he admitted. “About the feelings this is gonna bring up. We’ve talked about my coping mechanisms before, like how I like to move, when I start feeling down, instead of drinking? But I…”

“You can’t go for a hike or work out with busted ribs,” Mark finished. “I know being injured, havin’ to stay put, that’s a trigger for you. Like the bender you told me about in high school, after you broke your arm.”

“Yeah…” Not even Kyle knew how bad he had spiraled that time. He knew it had been bad, but not to the extent that it had gotten to. Getting hurt because of something he loved, combined with the timing and completely changing his career path senior year, all of that had led to a full depressive episode, complete with binge drinking and attempting to cut his cast off with bolt cutters. “I still could’ve been scouted in the spring,” he muttered dejectedly.

“But you chose to quit football,” Mark reminded him. “You’ve said you don’t regret that. You remember why you don’t regret it?”

Reaching up to pet his cat, the little creature who had been the driving force to him actually applying his degree, Stan was reminded that he really did like how his life was turning out.

“Yeah. I’m where I’m supposed to be, right?”

“Not for me to say, Superman,” Mark said. “You’re a damn good vet, and gettin’ hurt because of your job happens.” The smile was clear in his voice. “You’re more worried about the horse, ain’t ya?”

Stan once again had to force himself not to laugh. “Dude, he was scared. I was literally coming at him with a needle.”

“And what would you do if you were in his horseshoes?”

“Mark, dude, please don’t make jokes, laughing hurts like a bitch.” He checked the time. Kyle would be back home any minute. “Same thing, though. Ky’s gonna be on my ass about painkillers. That’s… uh, kinda why I needed to talk.”

“Hmm. I gotcha. You’re worried about the addiction potential? Combined with being home alone until you go back to work?”

Hit the nail on the head. Stan nodded, then remembered that Mark couldn’t see him. “Pretty much. I’m just… I haven’t been hurt this bad, since running dry. I’m not sure what to do to distract myself, honestly.”

“Alright.” Mark could be pretty straightforward, when it came to a course of action, a lot like Kyle. “You like them video games, right? And reading your fantasy books? Bet you got one downloaded on your phone right now.”

As a matter of fact, he did. “Uh, yeah, Atherton, I think”

“I don’t know what the hell that is, but you catch my drift?”

Moose had moved down to drape over him like a scarf, warm and little and soft. Sweet little guy; he always took care of his dads. And Stan had a support system. He’d be okay. “I’m picking up what you’re putting down, dude,” he said into the phone. “Distractions that aren’t physical, but keep me engaged, right?”

“And bingo was his name-o,” Mark confirmed. “Good to think of some that you can do when you’re my age, anyway. You ain’t gonna be Superman forever, right?”

“Dude-“ Stan heard the security door open, finally. Kyle.

Mark interrupted. “I know you got that whole thing about age, kid, sorry. I know you’re strugglin’ so how’s about we just focus on today. That boyfriend of yours taking care of ya?”

“Mhm. I’m pretty sure he just got home.” Yeah, definitely, because Stan could hear the voice of Sheila Broflovski through the door, and Kyle probably didn’t even have her on speaker. “Yeah, he’s home, and on the phone with his mom.”

“Uh oh,” Mark laughed. He had heard many a tale. “She’s gonna give you an earful. I’ll let ya go, then. You can call me anytime, okay? It works if you work it.”

“It works if you work it,” Stan repeated. “Thanks, dude. I’ll probably skip tonight, but I’ll call into the meeting tomorrow, okay?”

“Gotcha. Tell Kyle and y’all’s critter I say hi.”

“Will do.”

Right as he ended the call, Kyle burst in, arms full of Walgreens bags and his phone sandwiched between his ear and shoulder, looking hilariously frazzled. “Oh my GOD, Ma, look okay, he is literally right here just- OKAY, Jesus, yes I’m putting him on-“ he gave Stan an expression that clearly was asking if he was up for this. Stan nodded and grabbed the phone so Kyle could get everything set down.

“I’m here.”

“STANLEY!!! Are you okay?! Oh my GOODNESS I can absolutely drive up- do you need anything?! Have you told Sharon?”

Kyle mouthed “don’t blame me”. Stan shifted a little. He’d been talking a lot for the past half hour and he was actually starting to have trouble catching his breath. “No ma’am, I- wait, how did you find out?”

“Your friend Bebe’s gossip list! She posted to Facebook and said “a certain vet got kicked by a horse” and I just KNEW IT WAS YOU! Kyle said he was picking up your medication?”

“Fuckin-“ Kyle took the phone back. “Ma, okay, I’ve got him. I’m going to take care of him and- Ma. I’m not putting Stan back on the phone. It hurts him to talk. Yes, I’ll tell his mom. No, he’s on bed rest. Do you seriously think I’m letting him out of my- okay, okay, sorry, no- oh my God, I’m not making chicken noodle soup, he’s been vegetarian for twenty years, Ma. Alright. We love you too. Christ, yes, I’m eating. Please don’t start right now. Alright. Yes. We got it. Okay. I’ll keep you updated. Yeah, love you. Bye.”

Kyle slumped over the kitchen island, groaning. “If you say anything about me being exactly like my mother, I’m gonna be super annoying and not run interference next time she calls.”

“Pretty sure you’re not beating the Sheila allegations, baby.”

“Ughhhhh.”

Stan reached his hand backwards, eyes closed, waiting for his partner to take it. “Talked to Mark.”

Kyle took his hand, kneeling by the couch and kissing his forehead. “Good, sweetheart. Do you think you’re okay to get some medicine in you? I know it hurts.”

He was always so thoughtful, so gentle with him, and not in a condescending way, either. No wonder Kyle was so good at his job. He could handle a grown ass man emotional over broken bones; angsty preteens were probably a cakewalk to him.

Stan bypassed the cat across his chest, lifting the ice pack from his lower torso. “How’s it looking?”

“Oh, honey.” Kyle sounded genuinely distressed, and Stan opened his eyes to see his partner actually genuinely distressed. “Stan, I can see the hoof print!”

“…damn.”

“Jesus, dude, you poor thing. ” He stood back up and grabbed the prescription bag from the counter, along with a snack sized yogurt from one of the bags. “Solution time.”

“I’m listening.” He’d take just about any idea. It hurt.

“Here’s what I’m thinking. I got a few things of that coconut yogurt you like. I checked with the pharmacist and she said we can crush up your painkillers into it if you want, if you’re not feeling the swallowing pills. I can keep up with your dosage schedule so you don’t need to think about it.” He tilted Stan’s face up to make sure they were seeing eye to eye. “But if you want to take them less often and stick to ice and over the counters, that’s okay. I’ll handle the thinking about shit, and you handle the taking it easy.”

Stan eyed the bottle. “Are they gonna make me sleepy?” The thought scared him.

“Oh, dude.” Kyle could strategize incredibly, though. “We can start with half, okay? It isn’t likely that they’ll knock you out, sweetheart. You’re not a small guy, and I asked. Dosage isn’t high. And you say the word; we work something else out. First priority is keeping you comfortable so you can heal, okay? Does that help?”

“I’m gonna be okay.”

“Yeah, you are,” Kyle assured him. “I’m right here, you know how to deal with this, and you’ll be better before you know it. Now, some meds and I’ll help you upstairs? We can take a nap? I’ll be right there, dude. Keep you from moving around too much.”

He knew damn well Kyle wouldn’t be sleeping a wink. But he nodded. “You’re for real gonna feed me my painkillers in yogurt like I’m a puppy?”

Kyle grinned. “Whatever works.” He reached over to pet Moose. “Whatcha think, young nastyman? Do I have good plans or what?”

Stan slowly sat up, an arm around his midsection and definitely not comfortable, but that was alright. Pretty soon he’d be able to breathe a little better. “What would I do without you, Ky?”

[eddiesgorlie]

hi how are you? I've long time adored Austin Butler and I guess all the red carpet appearances I'm back into my hyperfixation. Complete with a binge watch of the Carrie Diaries.

Ive read all your fics this afternoon ( I have to reblog) and I wanted to say I love your writing. Your first time Austin one was AMAZING! He's so freaken lovely. Argh no words.

Am I able to request a Sebastian Kydd fic? I was thinking similar to the show where readers dad does not like Sebastian and she defies him and secretly dates him, he's her first and maybe they get caught by her over protective dad?

Thankyou

Hi! I’m doing well, you? You are so sweet! You most definitely can request a Sebastian Kydd fic, I’m too in love with him! I love this idea, I hope you love how it turns out!

Sneaky

Sebastian Kydd x Reader

Summary: Reader and Sebastian defy her fathers wishes and have to keep their relationship a sneaky secret.

Warnings: Smut, Oral (F receiving), verbal abuse from a parent, slight mentions of blood. Let me know if I missed any!

Word count: 2,049

*Not proofread*

My dad absolutely hates my boyfriend, my first boyfriend, Sebastian Kydd, and I don’t mean like the normal hatred dads have against their daughters boyfriend. After arguments upon arguments, I decided I’m not going to dump my boyfriend of a year just because my dad doesn’t like him, its my life after all and I didn’t mind the sneaking around too much!

“How’s my girl doing today?” Sebastian asked, coming up behind me as I stood at my locker. “Better now that you’re here, I have a math test today.” I said, closing my locker and grabbing his hand as he walked me to my next class. “You’ll ace it, you spend too much time studying to fail.” He says. “You’re too nice, wish me luck. I love you.” I said as we stopped in front of my classroom. “Good luck, I love you.” He said, quickly kissing me before I walked into my class.

After one long, boring, mind numbing, depression inducing test, the bell finally rang and I was released into normal civilization. “Doesn’t it feel like we were there for years?” I sigh as we make it outside. “That I can agree on.” He laughs. We took slow steps to his car as I leaned against him. “May I formally invite you to my house to help me with this assignment and for some nice conversation?” He asks, raising his eyebrow. “I formally accept your invitation.” I said. “Well your carriage awaits, m’lady.” He said, opening the passenger door to his car and making sure I got inside comfortably before getting in himself. He turned the radio on and drove to his house with the sounds of The Cars playing.

His house was huge compared to mine, it wasn’t very inviting, always cold, like his parents. How does someone so kind come from such cold parents. “This won’t be too hard, just look at your pre calculus book and it should be pages 45-56 I think and of course I’ll help you along the way.” I said, laying next to him on his bed. “How do I get a great girlfriend and a free math tutor in one? Luckiest guy alive!” He said. “Shut up and let me cuddle you.” I said. “As you wish.” He said. He set the assignment down and held me close to his chest. “I’m just going to rest my eyes, make sure I’m awake in 5 minutes.” I said, inhaling his comforting scent. “Of course.” He said, kissing my head and stroking my back.

I opened my eyes, forcing the tiredness away and looked at my watch, 6:00. 6:00! “Sebastian! Let me up! It’s 6:00, I thought you were going to wake me up!” I said, scrambling to get out of his arms. “6:00? Its only like 4:00.” He looked at his alarm clock. “Oh shit, its 6:00.” He jumped out of bed as I got my shoes on and we both ran to his car. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep, I was just so comfortable and I didn’t want the moment to end. I can’t wait until we don’t have to sneak around anymore. “Its not your fault, and you can’t believe how much I want the sneaking around to stop.” I sighed. He dropped me off on the sidewalk a couple houses down from mine like I requested and I kissed him before getting out of the car. “I love you.” I said. “I love you more.” He said. I blew a kissing to him and started walking to my house.

“Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n!” My dad yelled as I walked into the front door. “Yes, dad?” I asked. “Where the hell have you been?” He asked, turning the corner to stand in front of me. “Study group ran late.” I shrugged my shoulders. “Hm, that’s funny, there was no study group tonight. You were out with that Kydd boy, weren’t you?” He asked, raising his voice. “There was study group.” I said. “I called your so called study group buddies houses and there wasn’t one tonight and funny to find out, you aren’t even part of it.” He spat. I went pale. “Your grounded and I’m putting my foot down, no seeing that boy. Now go to your room!” He yelled. I glared at him and walked up the stairs to my room.

The Next Day

I woke up and got some studying done, it was a Saturday and Sebastian and I normal met at a coffee shop, I had no way of reaching him to tell him I’m grounded since I wasn’t allowed to use the phone. I snuck down the stairs and grabbed some snack foods while dad was at work before retreating to my room again to study and nap.

My nap was cruelly interrupted when a bird kept tapping on the window, after trying to cover my head with a pillow and the sound getting louder I decided my only option was to scare it away. I got out of the warm sheets of my bed and drug my feet to the window. I pulled the curtains away to find not a bird, not even an animal, it was Sebastian, he climbed the trellis next to my window. “What are you doing here?” I shrieked as I worked to open the window. “Well, my coffee date stood me up.” He laughed once I got the window open. “I’m grounded.” I sighed once he crawled in. “Thats what I figured.” He said. I closed the window, curtains and shut the door. “Dad is at work.” I said. “Good, now I get to be with my pretty girl til he gets back.” He said, kissing me. “He should be home in two hours.” I said, sighing as he kiss my neck.

We laid down on my bed and talked about our days. “A skateboarder company, what do you t-” “I-I want to have sex with you.” I said, cutting him off. He quickly sat up and met my eyes. “Did I hear you correctly?” He asked, smiling. “Yeah, I’m ready.” I said, smiling. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel rushed.” He said. “I’m sure.” I said as I pulled his face to mine, kissing him. He crawled over top of me and deepened the kiss, his hand coming up to my breasts. “That feels so good.” I moan as he rolls my nipple between his fingers. I reached down to the hem of my oversized t-shirt and pulled it over my head, exposing my bare chest. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered against my lips. “I love you.” I said, pulling his lips into a passionate kiss. His fingertips slowly cascaded down my chest, stomach and down to my dripping core, his rough fingers quickly found my clit and stroked it through my shorts. I through my head back onto the pillow and moaned as my legs twitched. “Seb.” I moaned. “Good girl.” He said, his lips meeting my neck. “Can I take these off?” He asked, his fingers running across the waistband of my shorts. “Mhm..” I said. His fingers hooked in the waistband and pulled my shorts and panties off. He spread my legs and looked at my pussy. “You’re so wet.” He groaned. I quickly closed my legs. “Hey, you’re okay. Are you still comfortable?” He asks, his hands stroking my thighs. “Yes, I just think its unfair that you’re fully clothed.” I smirked. He laughed before pulled his shirt over his head and leaning down to meet my lips again.

My hands reached up to trace the muscles. “Cold.” He laughed, grabbing my hands. “Sorry.” I smiled. He held my hands in his, warming them up. “I love you.” He said. “I love you more.” I said, my now warm hands on his chest. He pecked me on the lips and pulled my ass to the end of my bed before spreading my legs. “Oh my God!” I yelled as his tongue licked a stripe up my pussy. He knew what he was doing. He sucked on my clit and thrusted his fingers into me. “Don’t you dare stop.” I said, my orgasm creeping up on me. “Come on, baby, cum for me.” He said, against my clit. The vibration from him talking through me over the edge. He continued as I rode my orgasm out. “Stop!” I shrieked, pushing his head away. “Is everything ok? Did I hurt you?” He asked, searching over my face. “Sensitive, just sensitive.” I laughed. “You scared me.” He said, kissing me. “Can we continue?” I asked. “Are you sure?” He asked. “Seb, I’m sure.” I said. He nodded and started undoing his belt before pulling his jeans and boxers down. He was big. I watched as he grabbed his wallet from his jeans and took a condom out of it, rolling it onto his cock. “I’ll go slow.” He said, lining up with my hole. “Thank you.” I said, grabbing his free hand.

He held my hip with the other hand and slowly pushed into me until his hips were flush with mine, I whimpered at the pain of him stretching me out, but it quickly subsided as he continued to thrust. “Are you doing ok, baby?” He asked. “Perfect.” I said, smiling. “Good, good girl.” He said, resting his forehead against mine. He reached down and started stroking my clit, my legs wrapped around his back and I pushed my legs into him, pushing him farther into me. “You feel so good.” I moaned as he rubbed against my G-spot. I clenched around him as he made faster circles over my clit. “I’m close.” He moaned. “Me too.” I said. I felt him twitch inside me as he came, throwing me over the edge. “Good girl.” He said, thrusting through our orgasms. He slowly pulled out and walked to the connecting bathroom to my room, I heard the faucet turn on and he quickly returned with a damp washcloth. I watched as he cleaned up between my legs, a small amount of blood on the cloth. “Am I bleeding?” I asked, frantically. “Its ok, its ok. Thats normal.” He said, stroking my hand. “Oh, ok.” I said taking a deep breath. He lifted the blanket and laid in bed next to me, pulling me into his chest. “I love you so much.” He said, stroking me hair. “I love you more.” I said.

“Do I have to leave soon?” He asked, obviously hesitant to ask. “He won’t be home for at least another hour.” I said sleepily. “Ok.” He whispered and kissed the top of my head.

I woke up to the sound of my bedroom door being thrown open, Sebastian frantically pulled the blanket over me to make sure I was completely covered. “What the fuck is this!” My dad yelled. “I leave to go to work and I come home to find my whore of a daughter in bed with the boy I forbid you from seeing!” He yelled. “Don’t talk to her like that.” Sebastian said. “Both of you, get decent and come downstairs.” Dad said as he slammed the door. I curled into him and cried into his chest. “Don’t cry, I’m getting you out of here.” Sebastian said. My eyes met his, confused. He pulled me out of bed and he quickly got dressed, handing me my clothes. I pulled them on quickly. “Grab a bag, do you have a duffle?��� He asked. “Yeah I do.” I said, going to my closet to grab it. “Just fill it with necessity’s.” He said. We put on our shoes after I filled the bag and we made our way down the steps.

Dad was in the living room, his eyes full of anger. “Goodbye.” I said. “Goodbye? No, come sit here, we are discussing this.” He said. “No we are not, I’m turning 18 in a month, I’m leaving.” I said. Sebastian pulled the door open and we walked to his car. “He’ll leave you! Don’t think you can run back to me when he does!” He yelled and I slammed the car door.

“You ok?” He asked, grabbing my hand as he drove. “I’m excited for our future.” I said, kissing his hand. “Me too.” He said.

Sorry, this was kind of an odd way to end this but I wasn’t sure where to go next!

[cinnamon-todd]

bless the telephone - j. miller x f!reader

authors note: It is set right before the outbreak, so it's bittersweet. I just love the song Bless the Telephone by Labi Siffre, so I was inspired. I keep deleting my fics, but this one I think I'm gonna keep up.

word count; 750

warnings; Pre-outbreak, Joel's birthday, no physical description of reader, long distance, fluff but really sad when you realise what's happening right after lol, but It's sweet prom!!

song; Bless the Telephone - Labi Siffre (listen if you haven't!!! there's also a Kelis version which is also good)

Business trips weren’t her favourite. Being separated from her family was a foreign feeling, sort of. She worked a lot, but she always came home before the clock struck twelve. She always tucked her girl to bed and kissed her husband good night. But business trips don’t give her that luxury. 

It was just a five-day excursion, but she found herself calling home every chance she got. She was glad Sarah was now old enough to have a phone, so she could stop bombarding Joel with questions about her day. Even though he didn’t mind. Oh, Sweet Joel. It was his birthday this week, yet she wasn’t even there to celebrate it. She tried everything in her power to get out of this trip, yet her boss didn’t budge one bit. 

She made it back late from a night out with her colleagues. It was a distraction to stop calling home, Joel’s constant nagging of wanting her to enjoy her time overseas and there was nothing to worry about back home. Giving in, she went out with them and had a few too many to drink. Her drunken giggles filled the empty hotel room as she stumbled into bed. It was almost twelve a.m., and she couldn’t even open her door without help from the hotel staff, let alone crunch the time and figure out what it was back home.

“Pick up…” her desperate calls ring him. Her legs are tucked snugly into the expensive sheets of the hotel bed as she waits for him to answer.

And he does, of course, “Damn it, girl, do you know what time it is?” his groggy voice rang.

“Mmmm,” a drunken giggle slips as she lays comfortably against the pillows. The room was dimly lit as she looked at the ceiling. “No, what is the time?”

The sound of sheets rustling can be heard on the other line, the thought of those sheets felt more expensive than the ones she was in now. Those sheets were tainted in Joel Miller, it was covered in it. “3 a.m..” his voice pulled her out of the daze.

“3 a.m.?” she gasps, and guilt fills her heart, she mumbles a drunken apology.

“No, it’s fine.” his small laugh can be heard, she envisions his naked body wrapped in their sheets as he, too, looks up at the ceiling. She can’t wait to come home, to shower him with love and make up for forgetting his birth-...

“Wait…” she sits up immediately, and a look of realisation appears. “It’s your birthday.”

“Ah…” he realises as well. “I guess you're right, technically.” his voice, smooth as butter, filled her ears again. A relaxing tone that sends shivers down her spine.

“Technically?” 

“Well, my birthday doesn’t start till I see you…”

“In that case, I better get home quickly…” her small smile pressed against the phone screen, her hunger to be near and hold him and give him the best birthday. A yawn escapes her mouth as she pulls the comforter closer to her chest. “It’s so cold here.” 

“I heard,” his rough voice rings, “Sarah said she has a surprise for me tomorrow, it’s gon’ be grand, apparently.” 

She smiles, remembering what they bought for him. A watch. It was Sarah’s idea, she wanted to give him something he could wear all the time, no matter where he was—a constant reminder of his two favourite girls. “It is, my love. It is something you would not expect.”

“Oh?” his interest peaked. “Are you gonna tell me what it is?”

“Nope. You’ll just have to wait and see.” She bites her lip, “I wish I were there to see your reaction.” 

“You’ve got two more days, you can do it.”

“I gotta remind Sarah to record it.” 

A chuckle is heard from the other line, “That girl doesn’t even know how to use her phone yet, she's gonna forget.” 

“Well then, you're gonna have to reenact it for me.” she teases. Her eyes grew heavy as the illuminating light from the screen became more painful. “Two more nights, then I’ll you both again. I can’t wait any longer. I’m not ever going on these trips again. I can’t wait to get back home.”

“I’ll always be here waiting for you.” 

“And I’ll always come back to you…” her eyes slowly begin to close, the line becomes more quiet. The couple falls asleep in each other's embrace, just as if they were at home, in bed, together.

[btsficsandsuch]

hi dear!! i was wondering if you could write anything comforting?? like, anything. im just so overwhelmed with school beginning soon and idk, i’m just drained and tired.

hope you’re well hydrated and relaxed! tysm! <3

I hope this is okay for you and you’re feeling better!

Overwhelmed

You were laying in bed not really wanting to get up and face the day. You were overwhelmed and stressed and anxious. There was so much going on in your life and you weren’t sure how to handle it any more. Unfortunately you were forced to get out of bed when you heard someone continuously knocking on your door. When you swung the door open you were greeted by your best friend, “OMG Y/N I’ve been calling you for two hours! Go get dressed now!” Usually you loved her enthusiasm but right now you wanted to shove her back out the door so you could crawl back in bed and sulk.

“I really don’t feel like leaving the house today. Whatever it is can it wait til another day?”, you begged. Your friend started pulling you towards your bedroom, “No it cannot. BTS is only going to be doing the meet and greet today and only for a few hours so get dressed!” You were still confused so she pulled up an article on her phone and showed you. You saw the title ‘BTS doing impromptu meet and greet at local pop up shop’. You knew they they were opening a BTS shop about thirty minutes from you where they were going to sell merchandise and stuff but you had no idea that BTS themselves would be attending. Your friend was now going through your closet picking out an outfit for you, “Come on Y/N they’re only going to be there for three hours and it’s first come first serve so we need to leave now if we even want a chance to meet them.”

You were hesitant. You weren’t one for loud crowded places on a good day and you knew in your current state you were sure to have a panic attack but this was probably the only chance you’ll ever have to even be in the same room as your favorite group. After thinking for a minute you gave in and grabbed the clothes your friend had laid out for you making your way to the bathroom to get ready.

The two of you made the drive to the location. You were hit with an instant wave of anxiety. There were people everywhere. People must’ve been driving from all over to come to this event. Just after you and your friend got your tickets you heard them announce no more tickets would be handed out. The two of you got in line happy that you just made the cut.

You stood there seeing the few hundred people standing in front you. It was loud and hot and you couldn’t stop worrying about school and every other thing that initially had you stressed out. Thankfully the line seemed to move pretty quickly. The boys would give a quick autograph and handshake and then the staff members would move the person along.

You had been in line for about three hours at this point. There were only four people left in front of you. You were trying your best to stay calm but the stress from your personal life and the stress from the day finally broke you. Your eyes began to tear up and your breathing became quick. Of course with your luck at this moment a staff member started motioning for you to come forward. Jin was the first in line. He looked at your teary eyes, “Oh no dear, what’s wrong?” Luckily you were able to pass it off, “It’s nothing. I’m just really excited to meet you.” He smiled and nodded as you weren’t the first person to cry while meeting them. The staff quickly moved you along to the next person and you looked up at Hobi’s smiling face, Please don’t cry. Be happy!” You smiled and nodded. Jimin reached up to wipe away your tears taking you by surprise with how kind he was. Taehyung made silly faces until he got a smile out of you. Jungkook playfully teased Taehyung about why he made you cry getting a small chuckle from you. Yoongi told you not cry and that everything would be okay.

With each member you felt yourself break down a little more. This should be one of the happiest moments of your life and you couldn’t wait for it to be over. Finally you made your way to Namjoon who was last at the table. Just like the others he asked you what was wrong and you let him know everything was okay. He signed your book but before handing it back to you he grabbed your hand and lightly squeezed, “Are you sure you’re okay? You look awfully upset.” You bit your lip trying to control your emotions. Unfortunately you couldn’t keep it together any more finally releasing the sobs you’d been holding in. Embarrassed you ran for the exit your best friend following close behind you.

Once outside you tried to control your breathing and calm yourself down. Your friend finally catching up to you she wrapped her arms around you, “Y/N it’s gonna be okay. Let’s just go home and relax.” You nodded and began to walk to the car when you heard someone shouting behind you. Turning around you saw one of the staff members from earlier jogging towards you. He finally reaches you slightly out of breath, “Can you both please come with me?” You were uncertain about what was going on but you followed him back into the building. He took you to a small room and had you sit down. He hand you two bottles of water, “Please wait here.” After he left the room you turned to look at your friend who was shrugging her shoulders as to say she had no idea what was going on.

The two of you waited about ten minutes before the door opened and your jaw almost hit the floor when Namjoon walked in. He smiled and sat down in the chair across from you, “I wanted to make sure you were okay so I had them stop you and bring you here. We’ve seen plenty of people cry while meeting us but they don’t usually take off running. We usually have to force them to leave.” You chuckled at his words. “I’m okay. I’m just really overwhelmed with a lot going on right now. I’m sorry if I made it awkward for you guys.” Namjoon shook his head, “Please don’t be sorry. I was just worried about you. I noticed you in the line a while before you got up to the table.”

Your heart fluttered at the thought of him noticing you in line. The two of you spoke for a few more minutes when the door swung open and in walked the rest of the boys carrying trays of food. Jimin walked over and pulled you to the table helping you make a plate of food. You went back and sat in your seat next to Namjoon. “I just realized I never got your name.” He said. “It’s Y/N.”, you replied. “That’s very pretty.”, he smiled.

You sat and ate while watching the boys goof off. Your friend was surely making the most of this. You leaned over to Namjoon and asked, “Do you do this at all your meet and greets?” He chuckled, “No I just saw someone who looked like they were having a really hard time and needed a little cheering up.” You smiled and nodded looking back over to Jungkook who was now playing keep away by hoarding a package of cookies from Jin.

When the staff came in to start cleaning up you quickly said goodbye and thanked the boys not wanting to overstay your welcome. When you went to say goodbye to Namjoon he handed you a piece of paper with a phone number on it. He looked down at you shyly, “I just wanted you to have my number in case you ever needed anyone to talk to.“ You smiled and said thanks again and you and your friend left with a staff member who let you out of the door before locking it behind you.

The whole way home the two of you couldn’t stop freaking out about what just happened. You would’ve been happy with just the handshake and autograph so this was more than you could’ve ever imagined. You thanked your friend for making you go and went back up to your room. Laying on your bed you stared at the piece of paper. “There’s no way it’s actually his number right?”, you thought to yourself.

Taking a deep breath you opened a new text message and entered in the number. You typed in your message, simple and short.

You: Hey, this is Y/N from the meet and greet earlier. I just wanted to say thank you again.

A few minutes passed and you honestly didn’t expect a response. Which is why you were surprised when you heard your phone go off and saw a messsge returned,

Namjoon: You’re very welcome. I just hope you’re feeling better. I know life can be overwhelming at times.

The two of you texted back and forth for a while. You couldn’t believe you were actually texting Namjoon. It was amazing how life can change in a day. Then you got a message that made your heart stop,

Namjoon: I have to leave for a meeting now but I wanted to ask if you’d like to meet up for coffee or something tomorrow. We’re in town for one more day before we leave and I’d really love to get to know you some more.

The smile on your face couldn’t get any bigger. You had to pinch yourself to make sure this wasn’t a dream.

You: I would love to!

Finally you had something to take your mind off of everything that had been happening. You knew it didn’t just make the problems go away but for the first time in a while you went to bed with a smile on your face and excitement for the day ahead.