#one of my friends suggested this lmaooooo

[thebindingofpillo]

Basement days

[doomedmoth]

Not fast, just furious

Pairing : Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Warnings : use of y/n, smau, unhinged behavior, alcohol and cigarettes consumption, kys joke, suggestive texts, chaotic fluff, grumpy x sunshine, lando getting bullied

Synopsis : During his winter break in Australia, Daniel meets a barmaid with a big heart and a bigger mouth. When she starts following him during the races, fans are a bit unsure of how to deal with her unhinged behavior and total lack of media training. Daniel loves it.

Moth’s prophecy💡: Hi friends ! Pls be kind, it’s my first attempt at a smau and I’m on mobile, so the formatting might be weird. Also sorry if your name is Malva, it was the first one that came to mind lol.

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yourbff leaving the club like an overworked mom

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melbournemirage our favorite employee 🤩

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yourusername wouldn’t mind a raise then 🤪

user1 gorggggg

yourbrother stop drinking on the job bitch

yourusername get a job before judging me bitch

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wagupdates New wag alert ?? Daniel Ricciardo has now been seen a few times with an unknown woman around Melbourne and Perth during his winter break. At first thought to be a childhood friend, sources say they met at the bar where the young woman is working, and they have been getting quite cozy 👀 What do you think ??? 📸 via Australian celebrity press

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danyfanclub she looks cuuuute

user1 anyone got her @ ???

user2 apparently he been hanging out at melbournemirage so maybe she works there ???

malva she looks messsyyyy, doubt it’s gonna last till the season starts…

danyfanclub stay mad

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maxverstappen1 honey come home the kids miss you

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user1 what camera do you use ???

wagupdates do we spy the new girl on the 4th and 7th slide ??? 👀

user2 THANK YOU I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE

user3 sneakyyy

danyfanclub can’t wait to see her in the paddock ‼️

landojpg we missed you at karting mate 🥺

daniel3.jpg sorry, too busy drinking cocktails 🤪

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melbournemirage Today we mourn the loss of our best bartender, yourusername . She had been with us for a little over a year now, and was the light of Melbourne Mirage, our pride and joy. She always won employee of the month, and not just because she created and awarded the title herself. A gathering in her memory will be held tonight at 9pm, everyone who knew and loved her is free to attend 💔

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yourbff LMAOOOOO

yourusername WHY THE FUCK DO YOU MAKE IT SOUND LIKE I’M DEAD I JUST QUITTED ???

melbournemirage sometimes we can still hear her voice… 💔

daniel3.jpg don’t worry I’ll take good care of her 😇

yourcoworker you better 🔪

user4 DANIEL ???

danyfanclub finally we have the @ !!!

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yourbff damn girl, money suits you well 😍

yourusername right ???

malva wow, gold digger much…

danielricciardo thank you for getting Max to fly us around babe 🥰

maxverstappen1 as if I was not offering after every race…

landonorris why don’t you offer me after every race ???

maxverstappen1 you can walk

landonorris TO SILVERSTONE ???

user1 from barmaid to wag, girl is living the dream life

user2 smoking is not cool girl…

yourusername minding your own fckn business is tho

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yourusername don’t reveal my secrets 🙄 (love you)

daniel3.jpg the world has to know ❤️‍🔥 (love you more)

lilymhe I can confirm the good girl part

yourusername I’ll be the best for you 🥵

alex_albon HM EXCUSE ME ???

danyfanclub ppl love to hate on her because she’s not trained like a nepo baby but honestly relatable queen !!

user1 boy is simping so hard

user2 she looks so fun to be around, finally a wag that doesn’t look fake

malva yeah she definitely got the street cat look…

user3 OMG GET A FUCKING LIFE GIRL

danyfanclub being this salty won’t make him like you go get a grip

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Did you and Daniel break up ???

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fucking finally, so looooong

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have fuuuun, I’ll call you when my plane lands 🐶

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yourusername Back where everything started. I know I sound like a bitch sometimes, but to my love, my sun, my pup, I am so glad I met you 6 months ago. You turned my life around and I can’t wait for more shenanigans with you. You make any place feel like home. I love you. To everyone else, especially those who thought we broke up because I had the audacity to go home two days before him : Fuck you all ❤️

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melbournemirage we were so happy to have you back, even for just a night ! Soon a #speeddating night at the Melbourne Mirage everyone ? 👀

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yourusername stop promoting yourself on my account

maxverstappen1 glad to have met you this year bro

yourusername #mates4life

user1 I didn’t know they were so close !!

danielricciardo my love ❤️‍🔥

yourusername my sun 🌞

user2 highway looking pretty good for a nap rn

user3 goooosh they are so cute I’m gonna kms

danyfanclub FROM THE MAIN ACCOUNT TOO ‼️

malva still not buying it

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yourbrother you did not have to come back so soon

yourusername jeez 🤡 at least pretend to be happy for the gifts you little shit

yourbrother thx I guess

yourusername you’re adopted

landonorris can you bring me back some Tim Tam ? 🥺

danielricciardo no ❤️

yourbff no ❤️

yourusername no and kys ❤️

landonorris damn 🥺

[wonuwrites]

Hello, I wanted to ask for a reaction from seventeen, how would he react to you being the voice of some movie, exactly Gwen from Spider-Man across the spider verce?💋

oooo! I don't know much about Gwen from Spiderverce that much but I will try my best <333

warning: suggestive(?) tbd, fluff, totally fluffy, more fluffy then nothing lmaooooo // also not proof reading because I kept you waiting awhile :( sorry it took a decade

listening to: this

gonna do them all randomly so lets goooo~

✭ Joshua -

He would find it so precious when he found out you were cast to play a part in a voice over. He knew that you loved doing things like that and seeing that you were accepted just made his heart just so full of pride. He was the first person you told and he was so proud of you for following through with your dreams.

✭ Vernon -

He would not have been as vocal as some of the other members of how proud of you getting a part in a voice over but he would show it. He would post about it on his Instagram, Weverse, and shoot he'd be one of the reasons your film did so good on streaming services when it *finally* released. He was so proud of you, and you knew it. <3

✭ Minghao -

He'd be pretty similar to Vernon in showing you how proud he was however, he would be a bit more vocal about it? Even though he is one of the shyer members, seeing how excited you were when you found out you got that role would spark something in him that would be just so loving and awww. idk im soft

✭ Woozi ~

He would show love and pride by gifts. He'd buy you flowers, your favorite snacks, anything. He would also be so excited he would tell the members the exciting news when he was at practice. He would try to play it cool when he was with you but everyone including you bc he's not slick knew how proud he was of you <3

✭ Seungkwan ~

ohhh myyy gosh~ Seungkwan would be your personal cheerleader ever since you were thinking about auditioning for the role. He would read lines with you, he would "act" out scenes, and would send coffee trucks for you on days you were filming. He was so proud of his best friend, his significant other, his soulmate. <333

✭ Dino ~

Like Seungkwan, Channie would be your biggest cheerleader and supporter. After day 1 of filming, he would be on set with your favorite drink, snacks, and flowers and would have the biggest smile on his face. He was so so proud of you. Your voice was one of his most favorite noises in the world and he was so excited the world would be able to hear it as well. He also would get cocky? Like he would tell people "you know who voiced this? (Y/N), aka my perfect girlfriend/boyfriend. Isn't her voice just so nice?" wripewjribweir

✭ DK ~

After finding out that you got the role, you both were jumping up and down screaming in excitement. You had been praying, manifesting, and wishing for years to become a voice actor and it finally came true. Seokmin was so excited that he was with you when you got that phone call because he knew how stressed and nervous you were post audition. He would give you a big hug and say "see! I told you! I told you they would pick you!"

✭ Wonwoo ~

So y'all remember when Wonwoo went "awoo" while watching Mingyu's fancam? (for those who don't or just want the friendly reminder here lol.) This is how he would react to you being a voice actor. Especially in a Marvel film?? In his eyes, he won the friggin jackpot! When they were on tour, he would always put on your film on and would be so happy whenever your parts came on. He would always take a picture of your character and send it to you. It was honestly very precious. <3

✭ Hoshi ~

Oh he would be so ecstatic like Seokmin. When you found out you ran to the dance practice room just so you could tell him before anyone else could. When he saw you he'd give you a hug out of instinct but once you *casually* told him you got the role he would pick you up and spin you around. He would then shout and tell whoever else in the room the happy news causing everyone else to cheer.

✭ Jun ~

He would have found out from a news source before you had the opportunity to tell you. He'd be at your door with a bouquet of flowers and take out from your favorite restaurant. He would just be smiling so wide and kept telling you congratulations. Like Seungkwan, he would read lines to help practice. He was just so happy that you both had another and new thing in common. <3

✭ S. Coups ~

Cheolie would have reservations at your favorite restaurant as soon as you both found out. He would keep smiling at you like a proud dad lol , because he is daddy af, and would continuously tell you how proud of you he was of you getting this role. He would be similar to Jihoon and shower you with gifts. He also decided that for the movie premiere he would buy the dress you would wear and make sure his suit matched. <3

✭ Mingyu ~

Speaking of movie premieres, Mingyu was the perfect date for you. He would show up for you both in front and behind the cameras. He knew what it was like to be in front of flashing cameras and when you had told him you were nervous about that, he would take your hand in his and kiss it and tell you there was nothing to worry about because he was right there with you. <3 // besides attending the premiere, he would also take you on a celebratory date, help with lines, drive you to the filming, stay with you on late night shoots, and just show how much he loved and supported you in any way he could think fit. You were his little rockstar <33

✭ Jeonghan ~

Jeonghan found out shortly after you did because you had been crying on the floor because you were shocked by the news. When he finally got it out of you he was so proud of you. He ended up kissing you all over your face and whispering congrats to you over and over again. He would be wiping away your happy tears and then would ask more about your role. He wanted to know everything.

A/N: Hope this was good and didn't let you down xo

[almostthursdayy]

bro I love your art smmm I highkey wanna draw some MellodraMattic art cus you make them so COOL. Any good Media you suggest? Like fanfic/fan comic

OH EM GEE THATS AWESOME???? maybe if u comfy with it u could tag me if you do :3? i wanna see!!!!!! thank u very much honestly been a little upset about how social media has been treating me lately, nothing specific and it’s probably really super dumb. but getting this message did mean a lot to me ^^!! <333

if you’re talking about good media that influenced my art or just in general what i like you’re in luck because they’re basically the same lists LMAOOOOO

in no specific order i like. . . death note ( duh lol ) end of the f***ing world, kajillionaire, devilman crybaby, beastars, fnaf, sally face, spider-man into & across the spiderverse, splatoon, mlp, trolls, cult of the lamb, ultraman rising, the gold finch, the arcana, crashbox, the walten files, midnight scenes, friday the 13th, the boy, the house of wax, currently watching blood blockade battlefront with my best friend and enjoying that a lot!!! and there’s definitely some others i’m forgetting. . . but FAN media specifically erm- - i dunno!! i’m usually spending my time making the media moreso than consuming it. i will always recommend @zimt-deathnote death note au, they know i am literally at the table with a fork and knife death gripped into my hands WAITING for any crumb of their art LMAOOOOOO, but all my mooties are super duper talented <3333 i love you all <333 and i’m thinking about you right now and i hope things are good for you <333333 including the oomf who doesn’t think this is about them yes bro i’m wishing you the best too <3!!!!!!!!!!!!

unfortunately other artist’s aus in a similar vain that REALLY inspired me didn’t stand the test of time so to speak. either the artist/creator ran far far away from their work to make something new, or just one day disappearing :,]! no shame in that, lord knows i’ve done the same thing once or twice. i am just very much so a machine powered on my own product at this point. i imagine what i want to see and that’s enough.

fanfics specifically though, i should really get into more than just one shots. i know there’s a couple multichaptered fics ongoing i should really get to in my little fandom circle, but i just been busy!!! :,00!! and i’m quite terrified i’ll get into them whilst they’re still ongoing and will be stuck in motivation paralysis because great god i just have to know what happens next!!!!! very much so why i like finished media more than ongoing lolol!

[icepoptroll]

ur my favorite rtc artist and i need a place to drop a headcanon so into ur inbox it goes!

i like to think that the noel gruber hungry hombre meal is a little secret between noel and the rest of the choir. he steals doordash or ubereats orders that havent been picked up yet/never got picked up and feeds it to the choir like theyre hungry seagulls.

i also like to think that mischa is a baja blast FIEND. put that man in a room with a case of baja blast and one of them is coming out pregnant (JOKING I SWEAR)

Thank you!! It gives my heart the warm fuzzies to know I'm someone's favorite C:

That's an awesome hc!!

Lol you had me til that last part. I'm not picking up what you're throwing down there, my friend. I don't get it, is this joke suggesting Mischa would be intimate with a soft drink? lmaooooo But I agree he does love a good baja blast

[burntblueberrywaffles]

following the previous poll one of my friends suggested I do this so here we go my feelings are about to be so hurt lmaooooo

[clambuoyance]

Do you have any suggestions on what site to use for digital art, like drawing on computer

(preferably free sites to draw)

Yeah there's a couple things you could try!

When I first started I would just draw on the built in Microsoft Paint app, which doesn't have the same capabilities as other apps but you can do layers I think and it can be fun especially when starting out. I also used to draw a lot on the Animal Jam paint game in the app of all things lmaooooo

But for a more capable drawing software you can try these out:

Medibang- this was free back when i first tried it out but there may have been changes since then

Krita - I didn't use this for long but it's free and decent!

FireAlpaca - this is a free one a lot of my friends have used or still use so check this one out too! just look these up and see which ones you think fit you best

As for what I used, I briefly tried Medibang and Krita and a cracked version of SAI as well. But then I had a one time payment for Manga Studio 5 back when I was 13 (I believe it rebranded into Clip Studio Paint and is no longer a one time purchase?) and used it until I traded it for Photoshop (some schools provide free adobe subscriptions like my university) and now I use Procreate on the Ipad a lot which only took a one time payment of $10.

[pinchinschlimbah]

Feeling very lol, very lmao even

Man I don't even know how to summarize this in a way that'll make sense because the first part doesn't make sense to begin with and the second stresses me out because apparently these two groups have more overlap than I thought which is aaa, butttt

So like a few weeks ago I got into a really insane and confusing fight with a friend who....took it as a personal attack that I was really excited about vkei when they weren't? ...and accused me of overstepping boundaries (that they never expressed to me) and acted like I was harming them in some way by trying to connect with them about it months ago because I thought they'd enjoy it based on our other shared tastes and things they said they wanted more of, and even though I stopped suggesting it to that person in particular after they said they weren't interested they apparently were still annoyed that I was talking about it in the chat at all to other people and let that resentment towards me and my interests fester for several months before exploding and calling me mean names about it? ...because they were jealous that they don't also have a special interest right now that they're as excited about as I am? (literally something they admitted, that’s not me extrapolating)....and suggested banning all vkei from our friend group's weekly playlists because having between 0 and 3 vkei songs (of a pretty wide variety of artists) out of a weekly playlist of 24-32 songs (which other people have repeated other western artists way more than I have vkei artists and that's apparently not a problem) was so obtrusive to them that they didn't want to participate in music sharing anymore because all vkei is boring and sounds the same and they're tired of being "forced" to listen to "the same things every week" and when I suggested a compromise of me continuing to submit my songs and them having my permission to skip listening to them, they dropped out of the group? Anyway today the partner of that person (who defended them, seconded that all vkei sounded the same and was pretty dismissive of me thinking it was worth trying to share this very varied and interesting genre with these people in particular because it ticks so many of the boxes of our shared interests and I hoped the people I liked would enjoy it with me) found a discussion from a fan community of the unrelated artist that our shared involvement with was what originally brought our friend group together, in which the top comment was a stranger recommending to fans of this artist, one of the vkei artists I've been trying to get my friends to listen to and multiple other people enthusiastically agreeing, and this friend sent it to our chat saying "wait how?" as if it was totally impossible that others of similar tastes might also know and like this artist. Of course it was immediately (semi-jokingly) accused of being my and my one other invested friend's burner accounts but hey what if it's just that I was fucking right that people who enjoy upbeat chaotic theatrical gay music might also enjoy other upbeat chaotic theatrical gay music lmaooooo

[longeyelashedtragedy]

updates from a very serious writer

-realizing one of the key points of the evil yuri is that marina hates men loooool (except her Gay Best Friend who platonically watches her kink times #platonic voyeurism)

-typical catmanu pacing fail...i think i was in such a rush to introduce the uh. Whump and ball gag that i didn't set up in the first part of the intro exactly how offended marina is by the suggestion that she is fucking fronko in the workplace (or that she is fucking him...or a man...period lmao)

(The idea that she would do this at work, both in a professional capacity and with someone as pathetic as Super Frank Lampard, was either a concerning level of delusion, or a particularly cruel insult.

And to raise the level of absurdity—neither she nor Frank would have any sexual interest in each other.)

-i decided to put this into past tense which is an arduous task when you have 6000+ words in present tense (there should be some bot that fixes that for you) but i think that was the right choice...past tense feels more Serious?

-the funniest thing is that this fic is directly inspired by a problem that my fic "bitter mutual cheating," which i started writing in august, creates--but that fic is nowhere near done lmaooooo. i don't know why it's not done--the whole thing is planned and it's another frank/mason where mason is So Uncomfortable but doesn't yet understand why...i think i just tire of the very drawn out E rated writing it requires for the next part of it. hopefully it's done soon for lampardversary in june!

[cheesy-che]

for tmnt 40th asks!: 3 (for 2003), 19, 28, 35 and 36? :0c

TMNT’s 40th anniversary ask game!

Hello you! :3

19.) Who is your favorite ally?

Definitely April! She’s resourceful, and I see her acting as a cool, young aunt for the turtles. Or just an older friend, tbh. She is extremely caring and intelligent,  nothing stops her. I feel like she is one of the few who realizes (and makes them realize) that the TMNT are going through A LOT for teenagers. She’s grounded but also has her silly moments that are fun to watch. The way she cares about family values is one of the factors that explains why she stayed, in my opinion. 2003 April beloved…

28.) What is one thing you would like to see explored more in TMNT art/fics? You know the answer to this. You wanted me exposed, is that it? :’) I am absolutely obsessed with the concept of fluffy feelings in a world that’s harsh. (You might say I love “contrasts” or something.) These turtles deserve love and happiness that is exponential to the levels of trauma and adventures they endure. I have to admit I’m not very good at remembering the titles of the few fanfics that I read… but the ones I enjoyed the most are the ones shining light on how they are able to find joy in the little things while dealing with angst/trauma. How they can heal when receiving love and understanding from their brothers, their friends or even when OCs are thrown into the mix.

Most of the time, I love when the things they are going through are unsaid but very clear at the same time. The ninja turtles do a lot of that in canon. They are all sensible in their own ways, but I love to see the explanation being deeper in fanfics… which brings me to the fic that YOU wrote that I love so much, NERD. (Frost) 

TLDR : Fluff and angst!

35.) Which character relationships are your favorite to write/draw?

I don’t draw as much as I want to because I’m so out of practice and busy… hhhhhhhhhhh. I wish I did though… eventually… maybe… if I have enough self-confidence to post…..

As for writing, I’m obviously obsessed with my Original Character in the TMNT universe. She’s literally my muse. Writing about her relationship with any of the turtles makes me happy, but especially when I write about her interactions with Leonardo because I ship them :’). (I am cringe, but I am free.) 

But I think it goes along with what I wrote for the previous question. My favorite things to write about are when the four turtle brothers understand each other with little to no communication. Some things are simply too difficult to talk about, but they can communicate with actions and just be there for each other. I did write a piece forever ago here inspired by @sassatello’s Vacation AU… it’s probably bad HAHA – I TRIED…

As always, I don’t produce content as much as I want to because vague gesture of the hand capitalism, depression and all that. And I have to admit that the courage I need to actually post something sometimes is immense to me lol.

BUT YEAH… TLDR : Things left unsaid but completely understood by two or more characters. These characters being my OC x any turtle or any turtle x any turtle. I love all my sons.

36.) Which character do you have the hardest time writing/drawing?

Drawing : All of them. I straight up do NOT practice enough lol. Hence why I don’t often post my art.

Writing : For some reason, Michelangelo is the one that I have the most trouble writing with! He is lots of fun to write because I can just be sillier and more laid-back with the way he presents himself, but who knows what’s going on in that head of his LMAO. 

I feel like the three other turtles have a tendency to suppress their feelings in some way, and while he does it too, it’s very different. He’s more “jokey” and about it. We’ve seen how, in canon, he expresses what he thinks in a way that’s so casual it’s almost creepy lmaooooo. For example, in Grudge Match, Leonardo and him have this conversation when Leo suggests he can help Mikey with his training :

L : [...] to be so focused, so ready, that nothing and no one will ever catch you off guard again.

M : Um, we still talking about me here?

So like.. you KNOW that Mikey understood that his brother was troubled. But the way he expresses his worry with a joke? Bro. I love him so much for this HAHA but I have trouble recreating this in my writing.  ~ ~ ~

Thank you for reading my ramblings… I really appreciate it ;_; <3 

[white-boy-bracket]

Everyone saying this is an ARG knows nothing about ARGs. By your standards a choose your own adventure novel is an ARG.

First of all, ARG means "alternate reality game". Literally the definition of the genre. Not once has this poll presented itself as fictional real world information. At the most basic level, it is not an ARG.

Moving on, whoever said ARGs involve the fans deciding what happens next is incorrect. While there may be ARGs that involve that (though I am into many ARGs and have never seen one) it's certainly not a hallmark of the genre. Fans engage in ARGs at their own discretion, looking for information and solving codes and the like, and may need to solve certain parts of the puzzle before more is revealed, but they typically do not have any effect on the plot.

In conclusion, please stop calling White Boy "Bracket" an ARG, especially if you're using that as an argument for why it's better than other polls. It's certainly interesting, and I'm glad you're having fun, but it simply does not fit any of the necessary requirements of being an ARG. If you would like a good example of what an ARG looks like and how one would be solved, I strongly suggest looking into the Inscryption ARG and how that was solved.

Also, ARGs are almost always about solving a mystery. Clues to hunt for, codes to crack, websites to discover, etc. (Sometimes they even involve finding certain objects or places in the real world!) An elimination poll with fanfic lore is not a mystery. We all know exactly what is at play here, and why it's happening, and thus it's not really an ARG. Really, it's more similar to a season of Survivor, except with the audience voting rather than the players.

Respectfully, your average ARG enjoyer.

LMAOOOOO new copy pasta. I looked at a wiki pefia you didn't have to type three essays about it. Of you dislike whitebjoy bracket simply unfollow. Also tgeres is a mystery. Also I'm not mad actually i care aboutnyo. Also what d ok y ou mean "bracket". This is a bracket i prommy. Anyway goodnight my friend

[peapod20001]

french man seeing (my) french man:

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[reidslibrarybook]

For No Good Reason

Pairing - Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings - language, alcohol consumption, fingering, use of pet name (sweetheart, good girl, sweet girl), unprotected penetration, oral sex (female receiving), slight hair pulling, sorta dom!spencer and sorta sub!reader (lmk if i missed anything lmao)

Summary - A little jealousy never hurt anyone, especially not you.

Category - fluff, smut (18+) MINORS DNI

Word Count - 5.5k

A/N - sheesh my second smut fic, this one is supposed to be a little rougher than the last lmao. this is also unedited cuz writing this shit fried my brain, plz excuse my mistakes lmaooooo. also thank you to @samuel-de-champagne-problems for helping me and just being there to support me while i wrote this lmao, ily so much love! enjoy <333

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A man of science.

That was who Spencer was.

He respected every religion and cultural belief, but he himself was one to believe in things he could see— things he could feel and touch and smell.

His beliefs were rooted in the tangible, things he could prove to be real.

That was… until he met you.

He could have sworn that you had descended from the sky right in front of him, a divine glow surrounding your body and a brilliant radiance that undulated from your addicting smile. Had he not been seated in his swivel chair, his knees would have given way and hit the floors in complete praise.

All his beliefs and theorems and empirical experiments were thrown out the window with one single glance in your direction, but not all of them were discarded.

Every day for months on end, he’d watch you in complete secrecy— scoping out your favorite things and routine so he could subtly become acclimated to your incandescence. Little did he know that hiding his borderline stalker behavior from you was the least of his problems, ironically forgetting that the nosiest person in the unit had access to all the security cameras. Soon enough, Garcia confronted Spencer and blackmailed him into asking you out a good five months after you ended things with your ex-boyfriend. It was then that every single thing he knew before was useless in his clueless endeavor of navigating a relationship with you.

Everything was different with you, you accepted him for him no matter how talkative he was. Contrary to his former beliefs, he didn’t need to slowly introduce his quirks to you— you loved him and the weird and the bad and the good parts. That was when he realized that science was of no use to him anymore, not when the unfathomable fantasy became his treasured reality.

And as you turned into the parking lot of the rundown bar the team had chosen to converse in, illuminated by the headache-inducing neon lights, he felt the same malfunction in his mind. He was left speechless even by the simplest of things you’d do, one of the minor side effects of being in love with you.

Irresistible, he leaned over the center console as you parked the car and kissed your cheek gently— making his way down to your neck. You giggled, shaking your head in utter disbelief in his shenanigans.

“Spence,” you laughed, “Please…”

He mumbled something into your skin, continuing to attack you with hungry kisses and greedy hands.

“You can’t be doing this right as we’re about to go in for drinks with our friends.” Unbothered, he pushed aside the hair covering your jaw with his hungry fingers. “Why not?”

“Because… I don’t want our colleagues to see all the hickeys you might leave if we continue,” you gasped as he reached the particularly sensitive part of your skin, gulping nervously as your resistance to his temptation waned.

“Well,” his breath spread across your ear as he nipped at it lightly, “They wouldn’t have to see anything if we had just stayed home like I so kindly suggested earlier.”

“Funny,” you huffed sarcastically, “This is the first time in a while that we finally get to spend time with our friends, not our colleagues. Can we have a night where we just hang out with them, please?”

You pushed him off gently, Spencer moving off the center console and slinking back into the passenger seat. His face had contorted into a sweet pout, pursing his lips like he always did when he didn’t get his way. You smiled at his defeatedness and leaned over to give him a sweet kiss on the cheek, a hint of red brushed across his sharp facial features.

“I promise,” you whispered into his ear, brushing his hair back with your fingers and tugging gently, “I’ll be all yours once this is over and you know I never break my promises… right?”

He nodded eagerly, meeting your lips for another kiss before quickly hopping out of the car. The sooner you left, the sooner he’d get his on you at home.

Spencer opened the car door for you, offering his hand for you to take as you stepped out. Before he let you leave his grasp, he brushed the pieces of your hair that covered your splendorous glow and kissed your face gently. A gentle smile graced his face, a look of love and admiration proudly worn.

You took his hand in yours, the two of you walking towards the glass doors. He looked around the bar, since he had the height advantage, spotting what looked to be Emily sitting at the bar with the rest of the team— minus Hotch, JJ, and Rossi.

He led you across the bar, holding you close against his body to keep you away from the prying hands of the monstrous drunks whose eyes you caught. With his hand planted on the small of your back, you reached the counter and called out to Emily who was nursing a large glass of margarita.

You exchanged your greetings, Spencer standing behind you with his eyes alert for any menace that might be coming your way. You were the apple of his eye and there was no way he was letting anyone dull your shine, at least, not with him around.

He pulled the stool out for you, sitting down on his own right next to you after ordering himself a club soda and your usual drink. You shook your head, ordering an iced water instead.

You were keeping yourself completely sober, something he was sure was in preparation for the amorous events that would come into fruition that night. Spencer could barely focus on the conversation that had grown to include the rest of the team, mesmerized by you and eagerly awaiting his imminent downfall as soon as the night was over.

You gave him a smile, his hand wrapping around your thigh to ward off anyone that would come to harass you. Even in the most deplorable of settings, as dark and musty as it was, you were always the most beautiful person he had ever seen.

You were God's way of showing that he was real, something to believe in.

It wasn’t until your name came up in the conversation did he finally tune in and temporarily mute his endless thoughts about you.

“I actually didn’t think you guys would come tonight,” Emily admitted, sipping her drink as Derek and Penelope nodded along, “And if we’re being honest? I sort of wish you hadn’t come.”

Spencer furrowed his brow. “Why?”

“The two of you were more than handsy when we got off the jet,” Derek shrugged.

“A- and,” Penelope hiccuped slightly from the copious amount of liquor she had already ingested, “And Y/N would come back with the wildest stories when she was still with, you know, A-D-A-M about the night before. So we were thinking that if you hadn’t come, she might come back tomorrow with some more.”

“What kind of stories?” He asked, turning to look at you. You shook your head. “It was nothing, Spence. Really.”

“Do better, Reid,” Derek joked before dragging Emily and Penelope to the dance floor.

They left, allowing the two of you some privacy, he turned back to you. “What kind of stories?” He asked, a curious smile on his face.

You shrugged, “It’s really nothing, Spence.”

“I don’t think it’s ‘nothing’ if Penelope’s going on about it,” he laughed.

“You know her, she likes to gossip,” you giggled, amused by his dead-set intent on finding out what you told them about Adam specifically.

He raised his eyebrows at you, skeptical of your answer and what you were keeping from him. “So you won’t tell me about these stories?”

“Like I said,” you sighed, kissing him on the lips before you continued to ease him, “There’s nothing to tell. Plus, I like keeping you on your toes.”

You hopped off the stool, Spencer’s hand stopping you before you could walk any further from him. He pulled you back to him, your faces inches away from the other. His hand gripped your waist, a burning fire lit behind his eyes as you stared into them with a playful stubbornness.

“I love you,” you giggled, distracting him with a kiss before slipping out of his grasp and towards the dance floor with the rest of your friends.

He shook his head with a smirk on his face, watching you saunter off to Penelope who immediately grabbed your arms, rushing you into the horde of sweaty people to sway to some upbeat music.

His curiosity got the best of him, trying to think back to when you were still with Adam— digging up every single piece of information about him that you’ve ever told him. He couldn’t think of a single thing sexual in nature, which was his best educated guess on what the stories were about. A nagging feeling of jealousy spurred within him, he could’ve sworn that green began to creep up his neck.

According to your friends, these stories stopped when you and Spencer started something new. He didn’t think that your sex life was lacking in any way considering the sounds that came out of your mouth and the way you squirmed under him when he touched you.

But maybe what he was doing wasn’t on par with what Adam did, which only served to make him more envious. What was he missing?

You wouldn’t tell him?

That was fine.

He’d just have to find out for himself.

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You got back from the dance floor, breathless, smiling wide and hopping into Spencer’s arms in utter bliss. You had a great time dancing and all you wanted was a kiss from him, but it appeared that he had something else in mind.

Gently pushing you off his lap, he called the rest of the team— stumbling drunk out of their minds— leading them to the cab he ordered. Confused, you stood quietly behind him and followed him towards the car.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” he mocked your denying words you spoke earlier, opening the car door and closing it shut when you hopped in.

“Spencer,” you leaned over, caressing his face sincerely, “Is everything alright?”

He looked over, his darkened gaze and desirous expression washed away with a gentle smile. “I’m fine, I just wanted to go home.”

You nodded, slinking back into your seat and taking small glances in his direction every once in a while.

There was something off about, something he was hiding from you. It was apparent that the cogs in his brain were working on overdrive, his mind’s eternal churning working even faster than they were before. You couldn’t put your finger on the tension that filled the air around you, but your intuition was telling you it had to do with Adam.

It was a quiet drive, the silence keeping you from moving or speaking to him. You took a brave glance in his direction, his hands gripping the steering wheel and his jaw clenches slightly.

He was mad.

You figured it was because of what Penelope said; or rather, what you didn’t say.

The anger coursing through him was obvious, his veins in his hand and forehead more prominent than usual. You were anxious, shifting uncomfortably in your seat to which Spencer placed his hand on your knee.

Your eyes flicked to him immediately, the warmth of his hands radiating a sense of serenity in your callous waters. The tension in the air cleared up slightly but there was still something he wasn’t saying.

He parked in the parking garage, exiting the car and walking over to your side to open the door for you as he always did. Even when he was mad or upset, he still loved you and you knew that.

You couldn’t help but feel your heart beating at an untimely rate for some inane reason, a tightness in your chest almost sent you running.

The two of you made it up to the seventh floor, where your homely apartment resided. You walked in as soon as he stuck the key in the lock, waiting for him to say something… anything.

“What?” He questioned, looking at you with his brows strewn together after locking the door behind him.

You set your bags down, working up the courage to ask him what you had been dying to know since you left the bar.

“Nothing…” You trailed off.

He scoffed playfully, “‘Nothing’ seems to be your new favorite word. Isn’t that right, love?” The look in his eyes evolved to one of hunger, desire. Every single thing around you stilled, your pounding heart quieting amidst the new wave of tension that imbued into the air… one that was sexual.

“You really won’t tell me about these stories that Garcia seems to think so highly of?”

“It’s nothin-” you stopped yourself before you could give into his sly accusation, a smirk playing on his lips, “They’re not important, Spence.”

The two of you paused in a wave of uncertainty, wondering what you’d be doing next. Was it a fair move to forget about what happened and push it in the closet as your first and only skeleton, or was he adamant enough to push for a conversation of uncharted waters?

A moment of silence settled between you, his eyes scoping your body and quickly flicking to your lips before he pushed you against the closest wall. His hands cornered you in between the backing behind you as he pushed against you flush up against his body.

“Spencer… w- what um,” you gasped, the words unable to tumble from your lips like they usually did, “W- what are you doing?”

“I’m going to make you scream like he never did,” he admitted in a low hush, his lips working to close the distance between you. He connected with you, electrified by the contact and melting right into his touch. Your fingers tangled themselves in his messy curls, tugging like you did in the car earlier in the night.

He left one hand on the wall while the other traveled down your body aimlessly, feeling you up and down while they left burning fires in their wake. Not once did his lips disconnect, sucking and nipping at your skin as he desecrated your body in ways no one ever has.

He struggled to unbutton your blouse, his impatience getting the best of him right when he ripped your shirt off your body— exposing the lacy bra you wore just for him. He stopped to look at you, taking his bottom lip in between his teeth and licking slowly.

A slight smile graced your face, reaching around your back to unclasp your bra. The useless garment slid down your arms, his jaw gone slack as he stared at your body ready for him to ravage. He stepped closer to you, his fingers brushing up the sides of your body painstakingly slow. You looked up at him with your pupils dilated, your tongue licking your lips as your gaze dripped with impatient longing.

Before you knew it, he was on you again. But this time, he wasted no time in taking everything off of you. His greedy hands pulled down your tight skirt along with your black underwear he had no interest in toying with like he usually did.

He caressed your thighs with his roaming hands, your skin raised with goosebumps. Butterflies roamed your stomach, his evocative moans of satisfaction from your responsive motions. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your hands grasping for his shirt while he licked at your sensitive skin.

There you were, your wet cunt laid bare in front of him as he attacked you from above— planting ravenous kiss after kiss on your neck all the way to the top of your breasts. Eventually, he began to toy with your nipples, taking one in between his teeth as your other breast was kept company by his hands. You couldn’t help but fling your head back against the wall, mouth wide open in pleasure from his hot breath on your body.

“Spencer,” you moaned, tugging at his hair to anchor yourself.

He laughed against your skin, leaving impassioned marks all around you. “You won’t tell me these stories of yours so I guess the only way I can find out is through process of elimination,” he chuckled, “I’ll do every single thing to you until you can’t even talk anymore, since you weren’t so keen on telling me anyways… understand?”

You huffed heavily, nodding while scrunching your face in bliss.

He slowly dropped to his knees, planting voracious kisses along your inner thigh. His hands snaked around your body to grab your ass, his breath ghosting over your pussy dripping with your arousal. He smiled into you, his bold tongue licking from your thigh until he reached your cunt.

He used two of his fingers to open your lips, sucking at your clit until all that could be heard were your pleas for mercy— taking the bundle of nerves in between his teeth gently and sending surges of energy up your body. Your hands grasped his curls, pushing him up forcefully as you craved the feeling of his tongue inside of you.

The vibrations of his cocky laughs made your knees buckle, the strength you had to stand disappearing just as quick as your clothes did. Your thoughts were clouded by the feeling of him beneath you, slowly raising one of your legs and setting it on his shoulder to allow him more access to your core.

You reached for anything around you to grab, lascivious moans and whines tumbling from your mouth. Your fingers felt for the bookshelf, knocking over a couple of his books in your pleasure-drunken state— grasping the wood in utter desperation.

He could taste every inch of you, your pussy throbbing around his tongue. He moaned into you, his hands leaving red scratch marks on your ass as he swirled his tongue inside of you.

You could feel your orgasm coming, unable to say anything aside from profane words and the name of the only man who rendered you speechless. He chuckled, knowing full well what he was doing to you and how close you were.

You opened your eyes, meeting his from below you. You could see the arrogant smile from the crinkle of his eyes, enjoying the noises that he elicited from you.

He gave into your frenzied race for fulfillment, slipping in two of his fingers and curling them upward to hit your g-spot. Tears of pleasure rolled down your face, grinding your cunt into his face as you strode towards your high.

Soon enough, you had come undone right on his fingers— his tongue moving to lap up your cum.

He stood up, his hands cupping your cheeks and placing soft kisses to your tear-stained, mascara-ridden face. He pouted, feigning sympathy as he pressed himself up against you— his painfully hard dick indenting your thigh.

“Are you okay?” He asked. Beneath his tough, angry exterior was still the tender man that loved you.

You nodded, placing your lips on his eager for more. He chuckled as you jumped up onto his body, carrying you into the room and tossing you on the bed. You sat up, leaning down on your elbows as your panting subsides, briefly.

He unbuttons his shirt slowly, letting the fabric hit the ground as his hands reached for his belt. He managed to unbuckle it, unzipping his pants that were uncomfortably tight around his erect dick. Your eyes widened, the breath from your lungs sucked out as you saw the outline of his cock straining against the confines of his underwear.

You heard his low, breathy chuckle, feeling a wave of heat wash over your cheeks. You couldn’t help but take another look at him, his body glistening under the dimmer lights of your room from his sweat. He pulled down his underwear, stepping out of the fabric bunching up at his ankles and walking over to the bed.

You were antsy from the anticipation, your eyes glued to his dick that glistened from the precum conjured by your harmonic laments.

“Turn around,” he whispered, to which you obliged— waiting on your hands and knees for him to take you.

His hands grasped your hair, using it to pull your head back gently as your exposed neck was left for him to conquer. You whined at the feeling of his tip brushing up against your wet pussy, stuck in a state of waiting as he teased you some more by sliding himself between your lips without pushing himself in.

“Spencer…” you breathed, his wet breath tickling your neck and his impudent smile plaguing your thoughts, “Please, I need you.”

“Is that right?” He laughed huskily, “Are you sure you don’t want me to call Adam instead?” He knew what he was doing to you, entertained by your intense ardor for him— not anyone else. With one hand still in your hair, the other slid up your back and around to your tits. “Are you sure you want me? Because I can go and let you-”

“No!” You screamed, pushing yourself up against his dick, “Please, Spencer. I need you.”

He smiled, placing kisses on your neck and cheek before whispering in your ear, “Say it again, sweet girl.”

You turned your head to look at him, eyes half-lidded in ecstasy. “I need you… and only you.”

He groaned into your ear, content with your answer. You could feel him position himself at your entrance, his hands that were once around your breasts were gone— used to give himself a few pumps before pushing himself inside you. You whined at his size, leaning your head backwards as he began to thrust into you slowly. His hand was still stuck in your hair, tugging with every snap of his hips.

You took him in inch by inch, your cunt clenching around him from the sensitivity left by your last high. The lewd sound of your bare ass slapping against him filled the room, your bed frame banging against the wall as your neighbors were no doubt groaning into their pillows in order to block the vulgar noise being produced.

“Spence…” you moaned, feeling every bit of him hit the deepest parts within you. Your body was electrified, every single cell inside you shaking with excitement and nearly bursting with pleasure. Your hands grasped at the sheets, your knuckles stark white as you tried to make up for the uncontainable feeling of miraculous rapture blooming in your chest.

Spencer leaned forward to give your kisses along your shoulder, his unrelenting pace rendering your mind useless as the words were wrung out of your brain. His hand granted your hair liberation, instead holding you upright knowing that you were using your ability to hold yourself up was fading.

Eventually, your strength gave way, your face landing on the plush bedding as he continued to fuck you into oblivion. Out of courtesy for your neighbors and an inkling of embarrassment, you bit your lip to keep your rolling cries dormant.

His hands wandered around your body, feeling the way your body reacted to the feeling of his dick.

It was then that he realized why he loved the tangible. As much as he adored the idea of hope and belief in a higher being, there was always something that held him back on earth.

Feeling you.

Touching you.

Hearing you.

Tasting you.

There was nothing that wasn’t real about you, being able to know that you were 100% veridical.

For so long you had been the subject of his dreams, but now his dreams had become a fateful reality he indulged himself in every single day. How good were fantasies if they were just that, a fantasy?

You were real. You were his. Every stroke inside you, every euphoric moan he elicited proved as much.

“I want to hear you,” he wrapped your hair around the palm of his hand, pulling the both of you up so you were standing on your knees, “I want to hear you tell me who makes you feel this way.”

You whined, head resting on his shoulder as he continued to pound into you with the little space he had to move.

His fingers traced the marks he left on your neck that had deepened into a dark purple color, each touch of his finger tips sending a cocktail of chemicals straight to your brain.

“Y- y- I-” you stuttered, struggling to speak coherently, “I-”

“What’s wrong?” He teased, your body squirming under his touch, “Can’t speak?”

“Sp- Spencer,” you sputtered, “Y- you.”

“What’s that? I couldn’t hear you.” His finger found its way back to your clit, moving in small agonizing circles.

He was making it even harder for you to think, to speak. You could barely focus on what he was doing, let alone focus on his questions. All you could think about was the way he was making you feel. Every single moment that led up to your sexual endeavors were long forgotten, the only thing in the forefront of your mind was him. The way he slammed into you with every inch of himself buried inside you, every moan and call of your name filling your ears and making your heart flutter. His tempestuous pace left you exposed and bare, not just your body but your heart. You were his and he needed to be reminded of the fact, lost in the fog of jealousy and envy of your ex. It wasn’t the same and it would never be the same. Spencer was different in every way. “You,” you moaned, burying your face deeper into his neck from the unbearable buzz of passion, “Y- you make me feel this way. O- only you, Spence. Only you…”

An all-consuming lust filled his once bitter green heart. Satisfied with your words, he pulled out gently— a small petulant whine coming from you. “Don’t worry, love,” he laughed at your fervor, “I’m not done just yet.” You nodded as he turned your around slowly, laying you down onto the bed with your back against the blankets wet with sweat. He brought his fingers up from the bottom of your stomach, leaving light red marks with his nails before touching your face lovingly.

The jealousy had dispersed, replaced with the same sweetness present at the beginning of the night. He slid into you again, the resistance he felt in the beginning long gone as the remnants of your last orgasm slicking your throbbing pussy.

Your moans mixed together with his hips hitting your thighs, his face pressed against your as he tried to muffle his growing volume through wet kisses and hungry nips.

You fit perfectly together, every one of your dips and crevices filled with his body.

Spencer developed a steady rhythm, thrusting himself into you with a force driven by his burning love and desire to satisfy you. Every stroke of his dick caused your back to arch more and more, his eyes mesmerized by the movement of your tits and the way you buried your face into the pillows.

He rocked in and out of you, your walls clenching around him after every in and out. The kisses and nips and licks were endless, your body never catching a break from his merciless lips. The smell of your shampoo and feel of your body flush up against his overrode all his senses, he lost all control and inhibition he worked to maintain. The sensation of you around him coupled with the crude sound of your moans and his dick slipping in and out of you was almost enough to send him over the edge. Quickening his speed, he gripped onto you harder than he had before. The whole bed shook with the driving force of his cock inside you, your screams of pleasure growing louder and heightening the ripples of passion.

Spencer’s movements faltered, his dick twitching inside of you as he filled you up with his cum. He laid on top of you panting for the air that he refused to let in as he lost all control.

He looked up slightly, your eyes still closed from the endless feelings of ecstasy. He used his hand to tilt your head towards him.

“One more time, sweetheart,” he cooed, “You can do it just one more time.”

You shook your head. “I- I can’t, Spence. I-”

“Yes, you can. You’re so so close,” his hand moving to touch your face lightly, “I know you can. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

You nodded, still completely inebriated from your imminent orgasm. “Yours,” you whispered breathlessly.

“Good,” he smiled, pulling out of you slowly. He tried to comfort you as you winced at the feeling, distracting you with kisses up and down your neck and shoulder.

His fingers caught the cum that threatened to spill out of you, pushing it back in and using it to slick his fingers as he entered you. You gasped, your hands grappling at his back and tugging at his tangled curls from the mixture of pain and pleasure. Your lips connected with his, your tongue slipping into his mouth as he curled his fingers inside you. You gasped, pulling away from him in order to throw your head back against the pillows and closing your eyes as you took in the euphoric feelings radiating from your core. The tell-tale knot in your stomach formed after Spencer decided to tamper with your insanity— using his thumb to rub your clit which seemed to double your pleasure.

The tingles that came from his touch ricocheted across your body as you felt every inch of you transcended physical pleasure. The look on your face, the sounds that came from your— every part of you— was his proof, his evidence that you were his.

You thrust your hips up into his hand, his fingers fucking you with no clemency or sympathy. He defiled you, the once gorgeous angel that descended from heaven in his eyes became putty in his hands with a single touch. The room spun in the midst of your disorienting thoughts, your breath captured by his carnal tendencies. Soon enough, you came undone in a spasm of pure, unadulterated lust— the aftermath of his jealousy and your playful teasing came to an end as you came down from your high.

He placed loving kisses on your forehead and brushed the hair off your face, reaching over for a tissue on your nightstand. He wiped you off, continuing to plant kiss after kiss as you recovered from his voracious takings.

He laid down across from you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer to his chest.

“Jealous much?” You giggled, playing with his hair in between your fingers.

He cleared his throat, shifting as you moved out of his grasp and onto his chest. “N- no…”

You giggled, kissing him tenderly, “It’s alright if you were, I’m not complaining.”

He chuckled along with you, the same admiration for you still stuck in his chest. “I was um, I was a bit,” he admitted, “I just- you don’t talk about us at work and I guess that just made me insecure about this part of our relationship… the sex part?”

“Spence,” you sighed, “I don’t talk about this part of our relationship at work because I don’t want to embarrass either of us.”

“Not because I’m too boring for you?”

You shook your head, placing your lips on every part of his face until he turned bright red. “No, of course not. You are anything but boring, Dr. Reid.”

“I just want to be enough for you,” he pouted, pressing his lips into a thin line and wrapping his arms around you tighter than before— afraid that holding you any less would result in his very own angel disappearing before his eyes.

“You are more than enough,” you chuckled at his needy behavior after you were the one that had their brains fucked out, “You were worrying for no good reason.”

“So…you’ll start telling those stories again?” You laughed, “Do you want me to?”

“Of course,” he sat up, a playfully serious expression on his face, “I want them to know everything.”

“Alright,” you giggled.

He leaned forward, whispering into your ear and taking you flush up against his body once again, “The ins and the outs, everything…”

“Spencer,” you yelled as he attacked you with kisses, his fingers brushing up against your side to tickle you beneath him.

Maybe there was a threshold for him, a happy balance between belief and the tangible— but all he knew was that you were the impossible, his impossible.

A dream and a reality wrapped up in one.

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On hands and knees begging for you to do Albedo, Zhongli and Itto (my best friends fave!) walking in on you masturbating to thoughts of them. Oh, and maybe Pantalone?? I’d ask for Xiao too but I don’t think you’re writing for him? I’ll admit, I do love that little gremlin xmsmdmdms mfw he walks in, sees you and just walks right back out lmaooooo

dfnbjkfgn i just do not get xiao personally! i am always happy about my friends who like their favs but i fear i would not do him any justice </3

Albedo pauses at your door. He heard you call his name out; but there’d been something . . . off in your tone. A little breathier and pitchier than normal, as if you’re in the throes of something . . . Albedo isn’t very good at always reading people’s vocal cues even without their facial expression, but he knows enough to think that it’s entirely likely you’re in pain and need his help. So he opens the door, intending to offer you help - and the offer dies on his lips as he sees the position you’re in, fingers buried inside of you, eyes squeezed shut, panting and whimpering out little soft pleas for him. 

He knows what this is. 

Albedo has no need for shame; others who found you in this state might have apologised, knocking things over in their desperate rush to be gone from the scene of the embarrassing discovery. Albedo, though - is more fascinated than he is horrified. You’re so wet down there between your thighs; your mouth open, your heart rate surely elevated, your temperature probably climbing . . . And at heart, he is constantly searching for new knowledge and new experiences. 

He doesn’t really think before he’s taking your wrist in his grip and moving your hand; bringing it up to his lips to taste your slick with his own tongue. You’re too stunned to say anything at all, as this scene from one of your fantasies is simply dropped right into your lap. 

“You said my name,” Albedo says, even-voiced, his gaze perfectly impassive but for the slightest darkening of pretty blue irises. “I believe I can be of some assistance here.”

Zhongli is no stranger to being wanted. As Rex Lapis, there were many who would throw themselves at him (thinking it a great honour to be beloved of a warrior God). Even as Zhongli, pretty things flutter their eyelashes and giggle and ask him to tell one of his stories - but you . . . you are more subtle than that. More embarrassed of your clear attraction, with bitten lips and darting gaze and heat rising to your cheeks when Zhongli smiles at you - and he cannot help but find that softness deeply endearing. It’s clear to him you do not know how to handle your own attraction to him, and that makes him want to teach you about it all the more.

So Zhongli carefully orchestrates this; spends an evening in an inn with you, telling stories and sitting just a little too close. His voice dipping low when he leans in to murmur a particularly suggestive line against your ear, gloved fingers ghosting along your arm in a move that purports to be entirely innocent but is anything but. When you bid him good night, he sees the way you unconsciously squeeze your thighs together, hears the breathiness of your voice - and he follows you ten minutes later, already knowing what he’ll find as he stands outside your door.

You have your mouth pressed against your pillow to muffle the soft sighs of his name, but Zhongli will not be fooled by this small attempt to hide your feelings - instead, it’s his hands taking your chin and turning your head, honeyed eyes finding your own as he smiles that small, amused smile.

“You need only to have said something,” he murmurs. “I am always more than happy to . . . impart experience.”

Itto can’t believe his luck. He’s been fantasising about this himself for Archons knows how long; has spent many a night with his fist wrapped around his own cock, muffling whimpers of your name into his pillow - and now, he’s blessed with you right in front of him and the knowledge that you’ve been doing the exact same thing? He doesn’t have much self-control where things like this are concerned; if you were hoping for him to display a modicum of tact, you’ve clearly never actually met the oni before. For Itto sees something he wants, sees that something is going his way - and he pounces on it with all of his might before the wind can change. He’s already grinning cockily and practically jumping on top of you, as he tells you; “Hey! C’mon! You don’t need to struggle all on your lonesome with that, sit back and let the great Arataki Itto take care of ya’, huh?” After all, you’ve already said his name once - clearly you already know that he can give you a better orgasm than your fingers ever could! 

You might have made an attempt to muffle the whimpers of Itto’s name whilst you were doing this alone, privately - but Itto wants to hear you scream it over and over. He needs the ego boost of what a good job he’s doing as he finally lives his dream of pounding you until you’re utterly dumb. 

Everyone in a three mile vicinity will know what the two of you have been up to by the time Itto’s had his way. 

Pantalone doesn’t need an excuse to walk into whatever room you’re in; he outranks you in every way that matters. He isn’t in the habit of merely taking what he wants - he likes to win it; likes to cleverly talk his way into taking his spoils and leaving you thinking as if perhaps it was all your idea in the first place. The same is true of when he walks in on you touching yourself with his name on your lips, too; crooks his eyebrow and closes the door, shocking you out of your little fantasies.

“Did you forget you asked to see me?” He asks, although you did no such thing - you’re far too rattled to remember that, with the object of your lust right in front of you and your brain desperately trying to come up with an excuse. “My. Anybody would think you wanted me to catch you doing something so shameless.”

Apologies come falling from your tongue, tumbling over one another. You’re so sorry, you don’t know what came over you, you’ll pack your things and go so he doesn’t have to look at you for a moment longer--

Pantalone merely chuckles and takes a seat on the edge of your bed. 

“Now, now,” he says. “Don’t be so over-dramatic. If I’m involved, I’d like to know exactly what I’m doing - lay back for me, won’t you? Show me how you’d like me to touch you. Maybe there are other uses for you yet.”

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My duty, as princess

Chapter 10

Lee Jeno x fem reader

preview, 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09, 10

Genre: arranged marriage au! royalty au!

Warnings: explicit language

Word Count: 7K

Authors Note: This was gonna be the end, but I think I'm gonna have to write an epilogue of just cute moments of the couple lmaooooo. Happy New Year, hugs and kisses to anyone reading <333

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There was a week left until the wedding, the princess’ parents arrived last night, Christmas Eve is tomorrow, there’s also the Christmas Day ball and now the princess decides to sleep in her own chambers. She slept in my bed for less than two weeks, but it was enough time to fuck up my sleep schedule. All I did was toss and turn all last night, barely able to remain asleep for more than 20 minutes at a time. She said it was only until after the wedding, but I don’t know if I can do this for six more nights.

The phone read 6:15am, and I finally gave up on trying to sleep. I dragged my feet into the shower, turning the shower cold hoping that would wake me up enough. One night down six more to go.

Today was Christmas Eve, in the morning I was set to go to the royal orphanage in the city with the princess. Every year on Christmas Eve me and my brothers would go to the orphanage as a sign of good faith to the people. The orphanage visit was through and through a PR stunt, but I think me and my brothers enjoyed it. Something about giving hope and joy to little kids warmed our hearts or maybe it just fed our egos. Nevertheless we always went, I tried to bring Jisoo along when we were together but she always had plans with her friends.

This year though, would be the first year that my brothers aren’t coming, but the princess instead. Taeyong was with war veterans, Mark and Haechan both had other orders from father, so it was just me and the princess.

-

Here you sat in one of the chairs at the orphanage, ready to pass out. You were the one that suggested going back to your own chambers instead of remaining to stay with Jeno, and oh how you regretted that decision so much. You couldn’t even get an ounce of sleep, tossing and turning, every little creek had you on edge. By the time you gave up on trying to sleep it was already 5:45 in the morning.

Nevertheless, here at the orphanage, listening to Jeno read to the children about how the grinch stole Christmas, you couldn’t help but close your eyes. Listening to Jeno’s deep voice, it was better than any type of music. The way he spoke with an air of confidence that couldn’t be faked, the clear and concise enunciation of his words, the tone he used, it was so much of him and so pleasing. You missed it.

“Princess?” The same voice that put you to sleep, pulling you out. “Are you sleeping?”

“No,” you stood from your chair, afraid to fall asleep to the sound of his voice again, “of course not, I just closed my eyes for a second.”

Jeno smirked down at you, “alright,” he stood in front of you so beautifully, his eyes filled with pure love. “The children look ecstatic,” Jeno turned, looking at the kids as they all talked and observed the gifts, “we do this every year, and I never get tired of it.”

“It’s really beautiful, I wish my family had something like this.” You spoke nothing but truth, the little smiles on all the children made your heart churn. You loved it, loved seeing the joy, being here, loved giving little pieces of hope, but you wished you did something like this back home. You can’t even begin to remember when you were last let out of the palace, always having to sneak out instead.

“Prince Jeno, Princess (y/n),” one of the keepers, an older woman, grabbed your attention, “we cannot thank you enough for everything you do. Coming out here, bringing gifts for the children is really wonderful.”

“Auntie, please I do this every year, it’s just Jeno,” the older woman shook her head.

“Your highness should always be addressed by his proper title and nothing less,” the older woman spoke almost in a scolding tone.

“She used to teach me and my brothers etiquette,” Jeno leaned over to inform you.

“Yes, and his highness was a terrible student,” Jeno’s jaw dropped, as you covered your mouth to stifle a giggle.

“I was a great student, but anyway, auntie hows Dasom doing?” Jeno questioned, he stepped away from you taking the older woman as the two began to speak about the little girl.

You walked around observing the orphanage some more. “Did you see the prince?” you overheard one of the older girls speak.

“He’s very handsome,” another spoke.

“The princess is too lucky,” another said, eavesdropping on all of this.

“And can you believe it, she's only a year older than us,” the first girl spoke.

“If the prince wasn’t engaged I would’ve worked my charm on him, and I would be the new princess,” the second girl spoke, you had to stop your from giggling.

“Please you say that every year, Prince Jeno and his brothers come by and every year you chicken out” the third girl spoke. You felt this overwhelming sense of love, and pride, and joy and a whole bunch of other emotions all mixed into one. All those emotions being tied to the prince, you began to search for him.

Finally finding Jeno in a corner, holding a little girl up in his arms, placing a fallen ornament back on the tree. You made your way to the prince, as he saw you approach, he opened up his free arm for you. Wrapping it around your waist, when you were close enough, you heard him take a deep breath. You looked at the prince and you have never felt more in love.

-

Christmas morning, you woke up rather late this morning, staying up until you practically couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore. You probably finally fell asleep around two in the morning after taking a normal dosage of sleeping pills.

“Sleep in, princess?” Jeno questioned just as you opened your bedroom doors to the seating area of your chamber.

“Just a little,” you gave a soft smile at you being caught.

“I have a gift for you,” Jeno said, holding out a small box.

“Jeno, you shouldn’t have, I didn’t even get you anything,” you were flustered.

“Don’t worry about it,” Jeno pushed away your worry, “open it.”

You unwrapped the box to see an ornament, “It’s nothing special,” Jeno remarked as you pulled the ornament from it’s box. “Just something to mark our first Christmas together.”

“I love it,” you pulled Jeno in for a kiss, the two of you sharing a cute moment together before leaving the comfort of your chambers.

The two of you were able to catch breakfast with both of your parents, Jeno’s brothers and the noble Na family. After breakfast Jeno’s family had a gift exchange, to which you and your parents observed. It seemed as if Queen Jaeyeon got each of the princes and her nephew new suits, while King Donghae just slipped all of the boys an envelope with some cash. Lord and Lady Na got each of the boys something a little more personal, for Taeyong it was a new pair of headphones, for Mark it was a new hat, Haechan was new shoes, and for Jeno it was a new wallet. Queen Hye-young didn’t disappoint though, she gave each of her grandsons and Jaemin, brand new laptops.

You were staring in awe at the gifts Queen Hye-young hadn’t gotten the boys, when Queen Jaeyeon pulled you aside. “I have something for you dear,” she beckoned a maid holding a box forward. Queen Jaeyeon carefully took the box from the maid, “for you dear,” she pushed the box towards you.

Taking the box in your hands, you sat on a couch, carefully placing the box in your lap to open it. Once open, you were overwhelmed to see a magnificent tiara. It was beautifully crafted, a row of rich blue sapphires lined the bottom, toppled with white diamonds, curved into points, on white gold. You felt the straes of everyone in the room, “it’s beautiful.”

“Mother,” Jeno called out, grabbing all of your attention, “are you sure?” Jeno didn’t look happy, he looked rather displeased at you receiving such a gift.

“I can’t accept this,” you quickly said, closing the box backup to hand it back to Queen Jaeyeon.

“Nonsense, I insist you have and you wear it on your wedding day,” Queen Jaeyeon spoke dismissively.

“Was that supposed to be hers? Supposed to be Jia’s?” Queen Hye-young spoke, you were at a lost as to who Jia was.

“Yes,” King Donghae answered. You looked at Jeno for answers, but he refused to meet your eyes.

“I never got to see it,” there were tears in Queen Hye-young’s eyes, it appeared as if there were tears in everyone’s eyes. “Princess (y/n) should have it, she is the princess.”

“I agree, there’s no sense in it collecting dust anway,” grandmother Na spoke up. You stared at Jeno waiting for him.

“I insist you have it,” Queen Jaeyeon repeated once again. Jeno finally met your eyes, giving you a soft sad smile and a gentle nod. You opened the box back up again, Queen Jaeyeon pulled the box from your lap, and ushered you to stand. In which you did, King Donghae took the tiara from the box, and began to carefully place it on your head. The room stared at you, watching the act in amazement. When you finally stood straight, there was an applause, the blush of embarrassment dancing across your face, and gave the room a gentle bow.

That night was the Christmas day ball, in which thousands of others, diplomats, royals, politicians and more attended. Queen Jaeyeon insisted you wear the tiara she had gifted you to the ball tonight, but you still had no idea who Jia was or is. Jeno was sitting on your bed, as Fei and Mei worked seamlessly doing your makeup and hair for the ball.

“Tell me, who is Jia?” you questioned the prince.

“She was my sister,” Jeno started off, you peered into your bedroom, leaning away from Fei and Mei. Jeno looked to be deep in thought, as if he was elsewhere in his mind, “she was a year older than Mark, and she was absolutely perfect in almost every way.”

“Why haven’t I heard about her until now?”

“We make our debuts at 16 in Northcy, in Modia it’s 13 right?”

“Yes, but we’re kept secluded 100% until our 13th birthdays, you guys have been in public since primary school.” The culture of the two countries are more similar than different, you often forget that yours and Jeno’s childhood was not the same.

“Yes, nevertheless, Jia passed away before she could make her debut. She was 12.” There was pause, you wanted more. More information, more about this mysterious sister that no one ever talks about, you wanted more. But at the same time, you didn’t want to pry, although you and Jeno were together that didn’t mean he was required to tell you every personal thing about him.

“How, how did she pass?” You were met with silence, unsure if you should have even asked about Jia.

Jeno’s voice got caught in his throat, you left your seat in front of the vanity, moving to sit next to the prince. You placed your hands around his, he peered up looking at you now, the tears on the brim of his eyes. “Heart failure, she was born with a heart failure, after the second heart transplant, we knew she wouldn’t live a full life. Mother took it really hard, she confined herself to her chambers for almost 8 months after Jia’s passing. We were forbidden from talking about her just up until a few years ago.” Jeno paused in his story, you wanted to comfort him, to tell him you understand, to ease his pain, “I had forgotten her, I hadn’t thought of her in months, I had forgotten her, forgotten I had a sister, I forgot her voice, her face, her touch. How could I forget her?”

Jeno was crying now and you were at a complete loss for words, how do you forget a sibling? Jeno leaned down on your shoulder, you felt the tears roll off his cheeks onto your skin, “Jeno, you didn’t forget her, you will always remember her,” you moved Jeno’s head so he was looking at you now, “you won’t ever forget her, you will always, until the day you see her again, you will remember her.” Jeno gave you a sad smile, mourning a loved one never ends, it just becomes a part of us that we continue to learn to live with.

-

After calming Jeno down, and finishing getting ready myself, it was finally time for the Christmas ball. You wore the tiara gifted, along with a floor length dress, that hugged every curve of your body, the jewelry you wore was minimal but enough to make a statement, while you adorned a fabulous pair of jimmy choo’s.

“You look,” Jeno started off, standing outside your chambers, in a prestin black suit, he looked perfect, “there’s no words, that would do you any justice.” Jeno gave a small chuckle, “Shall we?”

Jeno offered his arm to you, which you accepted, “we shall.”

The two of you made your way down the steps, to the ballroom, the butlers at the door, announcing the two of yours arrival at the door. When you entered the room you looked around to see all the noble families, some diplomats, a few public voted politicians, and several other royal families from neighboring countries.

Immediately after making it to the room, you and Jeno were pulled apart.

“Your highness,” a guy had stepped in front of you grabbing your attention, “my name is Lucas, it is a pleasure to meet you.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” you were taken aback, the man in front of looked like he stepped out of a movie.

“A dance, please your highness,” Lucas offered his hand, you hesitated for a second, there wasn’t anyone dancing but he was so charming that you didn’t want to tell him no. You placed your hand in his, he pulled you in close, wrapping his other hand around your waist. His hands were so much larger, he pulled you towards the middle of the classroom, the music was playing ideally in the background, but he swayed perfectly in time.

As the two of you danced the music grew louder, “to what do I owe this dance?”

“I just wanted to see you up close, your highness,” Lucas said, “tell me your highness, are you excited to be married?”

“I am, excited,”

“Are you sure your highness? No thoughts of anyone else?”

“None whatsoever, I love the prince,” Lucas had this mischievous look, that would make anyone’s heart race yours included.

“Then just dance with me tonight, your highness,” Lucas pulled you closer, swaying with the music. You became lost in beat, allowing Lucas to pull you, letting all memories fade away. You can’t even begin to recall how many songs played, Lucas didn’t let you go, even if the music stopped and no one dared to interrupt.

When it finally came that Lucas pulled away from you, it was time for dinner. Lucas walked you to the table, pulling out your chair for you, “I must take my seat elsewhere your highness, thank you for the dance.”

“It was a pleasure,” You smiled, as more people began to take their seats. Jeno took his seat next to you, watching the exchange, his Jeno looked cold.

After a moment, when the majority of the people took their seats, “had fun?” Jeno whispered, his voice laced with venom.

“I did,” you almost snapped at his tone.

“Just a reminder you’re mine,” You couldn’t help the blush that came across your cheeks.

“Is someone jealous?” you teased the prince.

“No,” Jeno smirked at you now, the glint in his eyes was devilish, “just reminding you, you’re my fiancee.”

“Of course your highness,” you smirked back at the prince.

After dinner, you were pulled away to more dancing, with different men each time. Every now and then you would feel someone’s gaze on you, looking back to see the prince staring you down, his possessive gaze staring daggers into the men you danced with.

When the night was finally over, Jeno walked you back to your chambers just like he did before. The walk back was quiet, but peaceful, you stole glances at Jeno every now and then, as he lead you back to your chambers. You wondered if he would mind you sleeping in his chambers for tonight, just tonight.

“Have fun tonight princess?” Jeno asked, interrupting your thoughts.

“I did, it was a beautiful ball.”

“I’ll see you in the morning,” Jeno said, stopping right in front of your doors.

“I’ll see you in the morning,” you repeated back, Jeno came up to you and placed a small peck on your cheek before leaving you for the night. You knew you weren’t gonna get any sleep without him by your side, but you didn’t call out for him to come back.

-

As each day passed it seemed the princess’ duties only increased, while mines decreased, but it’s really only been two days. Father said that the wedding was a woman thing, and that they only needed us to attend. With the princess and I not sharing a chamber the time that we did see each other became less and less, I spent more time with Hades than ever. Apparently, Hades is becoming a good guard dog for the stables.

Once again I laid in my bed staring at the ceiling, it has been like this for the past three nights. Tomorrow being the last night I have to sleep alone, and then finally I’ll be able to get some sleep. Tomorrow is also the rehearsal dinner. Five nights down, one more to go.

I took everything in me, to pull myself out of bed this morning. Cold showers stopped working two days ago, but I still turned the handle and awaited the freezing water to pour over me. The maids started to bring coffee instead of tea in the mornings, they even started to open the balcony doors, the extra cold helps to stay awake.

-

I had just finished getting ready, I took my seat behind my desk, all but chugging the cup of coffee that was set for me. The chamber doors open to reveal Mark, Haechan and Jaemin once again.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Jaemin questioned, as he began to shiver.

“Yo seriously?” Haechan made his way to the balcony doors to close them.

“Trouble sleeping?” Mark chuckled as he took a seat on the couch.

“You have no idea,” I think I could pass out against this desk with how tired I am.

“Well rest up, we are going out tonight,” Jaemin announced, all I could do was groan at the idea.

Being tired apparently makes me very irritable, who knew?

“Jaemin, I thought I said no to that.”

“Correction, you said it was unfair," Jaemin had a smug look on his face, "but the princess’ friends are in town now and they are taking her out tonight, so we will be taking you out tonight.” Jaemin declared, and once he declared things, there was really no getting out of it. The three of them finally dragging me out of my room to, as they put it, ‘energize you.’

I was able to spend my morning with those three, then I had a lunch meeting with the King of Modia. We ended up at the gym, Haechan explained that it was because ‘you love to workout.’ Which is not really a lie, but not today. I just want this day to be over already.

-

After spending nearly 3 hours in the gym, I made it back to my own chambers to change before going downstairs to meet the princess’ father for lunch. I'm not going to lie, the gym made me feel a bit better, but I think it was just because I was with Mark them. Just before I could make it into my own bedroom, there was a knock at my chamber doors. Opening it to see the King standing there, two maids behind him with trays of food. There isn't a mask big enough to cover the shock on my face.

“Let’s eat,” the king said, as he made his way into the room, taking a seat in front of my desk. I stood there unsure what to do, I was sweaty, inappropriately dressed, my hair was a mess, I looked nothing like how I wanted to.

“Of course sir,” I said, taking my seat behind the desk, the maid placing a tray of food in front of me. The king began to meticulously cut the piece of meat on his plate, not paying much attention to me. I don’t know if I’m grateful or fearful of this.

“My daughter is truly a beauty, right?” The king asked, staring back at me, I felt the fear run down my spine.

Sitting up straight, I answered, “yes she is sir.”

“Intelligent too, yes?” He began to tap the knife against the plate.

“Yes sir,” I felt the sweat sliding down the side of my head, I don’t know if it’s from the gym or the anxiety.

“Kind as well.” The king finally brought a piece of meat up to his mouth to eat.

“Very sir.” He had all week to sit and eat lunch with me, but he chose today of all days. Mark them, had all week to request we go to the gym together, but today of all days, really?

“My daughter says you guys love each other, is this true?” The king was looking down at his plate instead of at me.

“It is true sir,” I don’t know what I’m supposed to say to this man. I am going to marry his daughter, he agreed to the union, he was even the one that suggested the alliance be tied by hand.

“Crown Prince Lee Jeno, top ranking in all your studies, excellent at sports that include archery, basketball, soccer and more. You enjoyed history and science but hated mathematics, it said you wanted to pursue a career in music or car design but given your title you’re not allowed to. You did the studies for high school but due to the fact that you weren’t allowed to go to any classes you got a GED instead. You had LASIK surgery just the other year. You like to cycle, and to play games until midnight, but you have a strong dislike towards plums.” This man was listing off facts about myself that any normal person wouldn’t know. I was at a complete loss for words, unsure of what to do, while the princess’ father sat there, talked and ate like it was nothing, like he was just explaining the weather. “Your cousin, Na Jaemin, is considered your best friend, he knows everything about you, as well as your brother Lee Donghyuck, better known as Haechan, which makes sense considering the three of you being the same age. There’s also that Lord, Huang Renjun, he is also the same age, good friends with you too. Correct?”

“Yes sir,” what the hell am I supposed to say?

This man knew enough about me that would put fear in my parents' hearts if he was still an enemy. “I know everything there is to know about you Crown Prince Lee Jeno,” the King continued to say, confirming what I was just thinking, “I can not kill you because you are a royal, the heir to the throne,” I guess I should be grateful for that, I don’t want to know if I want to hear what else he’s gonna say though. “But if I so much as hear a rumor of you intentionally hurting my daughter,” I would never, “you will yearn for your end.”

After that the King went back to his meal finishing up, while I barely started mine. He wiped his mouth with the napkin before throwing it back onto the plate, he stood up making his way to the doors. “Oh, one more thing,” he said, turning back around to look at me, “It was an honor to dine with you.” He smiled and bowed to me, I couldn’t move, I froze in my seat, mouth open with no words falling out. He turned back around and left me sitting there. I always had trouble breathing when the princess wasn't around but right now I can’t breathe at all.

-

You were turning down the hall, you couldn’t find something in your chambers and you were wondering if you left it in Jeno’s chambers. There you saw your father walking out of Jeno’s chambers, “daddy,” you called out to him.

“Darling,” your father opened his arms wide to welcome you.

“What are you doing leaving the prince’s chambers?” you asked practically side eyeing your father while you hugged him.

“We had lunch,” your father answered, too easily for your liking. Your father, the Modian King, is always strong but never innocent.

“Daddy,” you raised an eyebrow at your father, “what did you do?”

“I only talked with the prince,” your father was beginning to dismiss your accusations.

“Like when you ‘talked’ to Chan?”

“Me and Chan just talked,” your father said, getting defensive, as he recalled that night almost two years ago now.

“Telling someone ‘if you hurt my daughter I will reinstate the death penalty,’ is not just talking to them,” you shot back.

“Well the death penalty wasn’t reinstated now was it?” Your father gave you a look that told you that he felt he had done nothing wrong, "must be getting on my way dear, have a good day.”

You watched your father walk back down the hall, to wherever he pleased. Jeno's parents wanted to ensure your parents felt welcomed, so the were given access to roam the palace freely. You shook your head as you entered Jeno’s chamber, you saw him sitting behind his desk. His plate was still full of food, he looked up at you like, words couldn’t even describe. Jeno pushed himself out from his desk, off his chair taking long strides toward you. He picked up into a hug, taking a deep breath like he was coming up from water. He stayed quiet burying his head into your neck. “Jeno,” you whined out, he was all sweaty and rubbing it all on you. You opened your mouth to whine at him, but you bit your tongue when he didn’t initially respond to you. “Your highness?” you softly questioned now, wondering what had Jeno such in a daze.

“I’ve missed you,” Jeno said, finally putting you down.

You smiled up at the prince, “I saw you last night at dinner.” How badly could he miss you when he still sees you everyday?

“I know,” Jeno looked so fondly at you, it made your nerves calm, “but it feels like I can’t breathe without you.”

For the first time in a long time, you actually felt like you had something to live for other than your title. Something personal, and completely your own. You smiled at Jeno taking his face into your hands, “can you breathe now your highness?”

“Yes, yes I can,” Jeno smiled down to you. You offered Jeno a different type of peace, one that he didn’t realize he was longing for. The two of you take a moment to stare back at each other. All the two of you needed was a moment.

-

Sadly you couldn’t stay with Jeno like you wanted to. You felt like this week you barely got to spend any time with him. You were beginning to regret moving back to your own chambers, longing for his arms wrapped around your waist at night. Longing to feel his breath fan across your neck, longing to be the first one to see his sleep ridden face, longing to bask in the sunlight of his bedroom. Longing for just him. You were meeting with your mother and Queen Jaeyeon, in your own chambers. Your mother wanted to see you in the wedding dress before tomorrow.

After changing and standing in front of them, your mother was brought to tears at the sight of you, her crying almost made you cry. “My pretty pretty girl,” your mother spoke, coming up closer to you. She hugged you whispering in your ear, “thank you.” She pulled away before you could ask what she was thanking you for. Seeing the look she gave you questioned if you wanted to know why she was thanking you.

“We best be preparing for the rehearsal,” Queen Jaeyeon said. You nodded beginning to undress from the dress, your mother and Queen Jaeyeon left you to change. You looked in the mirror, the bruises were mostly healed that you didn’t wear makeup over it but you could still tell they were there. The sight no longer makes you shudder, instead making you feel nothing but pity. Pity for the girl, pity for Park Jisoo. Obviously you didn't agree nor understand her actions but you understood her anger. She had known Jeno since they were children, she dated him for years with the idea that they were going to be married. She was raised, born to be the princess and future queen. Yet here you were standing in what should have been her spot.

‘I’m the princess, I wear the crown, I have the power,’ and maybe in another life, Jisoo would be saying that to herself. The wedding rehearsal went by smoothly, Jeno had Taeyong, Mark, Haechan and Jaemin for the groomsmen. Your mother had some of your friends from home and other countries flown in to be bridesmaid, Jaemin seemed to be getting along well with Princess Chaerin of the Peshington Empire. You guys were standing around the cathedral having just finished going through the ceremony, Jeno holding you close. You looked up at the prince as he was talking with Taeyong, while having an arm wrapped around your waist pressing you up against him.

“Jeno,” you whispered softly, you wanted his attention but didn’t want to interrupt him.

Jeno looked down at you, almost like he could hear what you were saying before you said it. He turned back, ending his conversation with Taeyong, “yes princess?” He smiled down at you, and now you were at a loss for words.

The prince's kind smile, his soft eyes, the light reflecting perfectly on the bridge of his nose. You were at a loss for words, “hi,” being all you could come up with.

Jeno chuckled a little before he let out a breathy “hi.” A moment being all you needed, you and him stared at each other just for this moment.

“Get a room,” Haechan groaned looking at the two of you, causing the rest of the group to giggle.

Jeno looked back at you smirk, lacing your hands together and pulling you away to leave. Walking away from everybody, your face making an O-shape, while everyone else just gasped. Making it halfway down the aisle. Then both of your parents walked in, telling you all they were moving to dinner now. Jeno was wearing a smile for his parents and you, but you heard the little groan he let slip past. You giggled at the needy prince.

After dinner Jeno walked you back to your chambers, and bid you a goodnight. “No kiss goodbye?” you questioned the prince as he walked away.

Jeno turned back around, walking backwards now, “don’t tempt me princess, if I kissed you right now I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.” You smirked at the prince as you walked into your own chambers. Making your way to your bedroom, you couldn’t help but feel absolutely giddy. You never thought you would be so happy to be getting married.

-

The next morning you weren’t woken up but rather dragged out of bed and into the shower. Fei and Mei said that you need to shower, then eat some food then brush your teeth and then move to the queen’s drawing room to prepare for the wedding. When you made your way to the queen’s drawing room, there was already a swarm of people. You were pushed into a seat, as someone started to do your hair.

“Mei,” you whispered hoping she would hear you.

“Yes, your highness?” Mei bent down so you could whisper into her ear.

“Can you check on the prince for me?” Mei looked at you and smiled, she nodded her head and you watched her slip out of the room quietly. “Fei.”

“Yes, your highness?” Fei laughed a little when you called her.

“Where’s Chan and Hyunjin?”

“Right outside, standing guard, just like old times.” You smiled at the thought of Chan and Hyunjin being near.

“Thank you.” your nerves calmed a little. More people moved around you, Queen Jaeyeon directed the room, and your mother sat back on the couch enjoying the scene around her. You decided to take a deep breath and just let everyone do their job.

It took your hairdresser about an hour to do your hair, when they finished, they set your tiara on your head. You heard your mother and Queen Jaeyeon whispering out a ‘perfect.’ You were moved to change into proper undergarments for your dress. Which was nothing less than white lingerie, you covered up with a silk robe, before exiting again to be seated for someone to do your makeup.

“Your highness, how are you feeling?” The makeup artist asked before starting.

“I am just fine,” you felt a million and one things right now, none of it was fine though.

“I don’t mean to be disrespectful, your highness, but,” they looked down, not meeting your gaze,

“do you want me to cover those up?” They pulled up a hand mirror and showed you your neck.

You had completely forgotten about the altercation, not even having a moment to think. Most of the bruising had healed already but there were certain areas that were still obvious. “Yes, please,” you said, no longer looking at your reflection, “I don’t want anyone thinking about that today.”

“Of course your highness.'' The artist got straight to work, making light conversation here and there. You were grateful that they didn’t push on about the topic of your neck. You enjoyed the feeling of the makeup brushes moving across your face, the sound of people rushing back and forth, the peace you got. You couldn’t move a single face muscle, so no one bothered you to ask anything which was the best part of getting your makeup done.

It took about an hour and a half for the artist to do your face. “Dear,” Queen Jaeyeon called to you, “with everything that happened, you didn’t get your nails done, so sit here.” you sat and had two people come up to you. One girl worked on your hands, and the other did your feet. It seemed as if they set up a mini nail salon, while your makeup got done.

You were amazed at how fast the two girls moved to do your nails, your mother was getting her makeup done, while one of your bridesmaids was getting her hair done. You watched the two girls work on your nails, they moved back and forth in sync almost communicating telepathically. It took them nearly an hour to finish your nails, you peered at your phone taking note that the time was 2:34pm, the ceremony was due to start at 4pm.

After your nails, Fei and Mei helped you into your dress. The two of them went around, buttoning all buttons, tightening the corset, tying whatever needed to be tied, clipping any loose string. The wedding photographer entered just as you finished getting yourself set in your dress. The photographer snapped a few photos, while the hairdresser pinned your veil in your hair, then while your makeup artist touched up your lips. Then your mother came up to you, kissing your cheeks, there were tears in her eyes.

“My pretty pretty girl,” she smiled such a prideful smile at you, “I have something for you.” She summoned a maid, holding a box forward. She opened the box, to showcase a stunningly diamond necklace. The necklace had to be worth more than a single family house, “your great-great-great grandmother had it custom made for her wedding.”

Your mother personally placed it around your neck, you heard the click of the camera from the photographer. “It’s beautiful,” you told your mother, feeling at the necklace that weighed on your shoulders.

“And you will give it to your child or whomever your child marries, just as your grandmother gave it to me.” You hugged your mother, her embrace reminding you of all the times back home when you sought her comfort.

“I don't mean to interrupt,” Queen Jaeyeon interrupted, “but we must be getting on princess.”

“Of course,” you smiled, feeling overall giddy about the event to come.

-

Here I stood in the cathedral, wearing my white dress uniform with a cape that hemmed at my waist, crown on my head. The seats were all but empty, I couldn’t find a single empty space in the area.

“You ready?” Taeyong leaned in to ask.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” Are these butterflies? My stomach twisting and turning in delight, no rest. I kept reminding myself to take deep breaths, just like all the times before she wasn’t here and I felt like I couldn't breathe. Just this time it was much worse, I felt like I was constantly gasping for air.

“Breathe, in through your nose, out through your mouth,” Jaemin said, hand on my shoulder, “she’ll be here before you know it.”

“Thanks.” Jaemin’s reassurances allowed me to breathe a little. I thought the princess was supposed to take my breath away when I’m with her, not take it away when I’m without her? Father Madrona, the new high priest, came up from behind me.

“It is an honor, your highness,” he shook my hand.

“Father, thank you for taking the position of high priest, I know you weren’t keen on how the job became available,” I responded back, Father Madrona didn’t like that I physically had the old high priest removed from his position.

“I don’t agree with your actions, but it would be dishonest of me to say I don’t understand,” Father Madrona reasoned, making his way back up the altar. “Everyone please take your seats, we are about to begin,” he announced.

Music began to play, in came the bridesmaids, several of the princess’ friends. Then came the princess’ mother, Queen of The Modia Kingdom, after her the music changed.

“Everyone please rise,” Father Madrona spoke out, every hundred or so people rose from their seats watching the doors.

In walked the flower girl, Kim Chaerin’s younger sister, Chaeyoung. After her the princess, with her father. I took one look at the princess, in her wedding dress, veil over her face, but still the most beautiful woman ever. The mere sight of her settling all butterflies, returning the oxygen to my lungs. I watched her every movement down the aisle, I wanted to cry at the thought that I would get to be married to her. There is no one in this entire world that I would rather spend my life with.

I shook hands with her father, accepting her hand, as she passed her bouquet to her maid of honor. I heard the priest speaking, I heard all the words, but nothing had my attention more than the princess.

“We are gathered here today to join the Crown Prince Lee Jeno of the royal Lee family of the kingdom of Northcy and the Princess (y/n) (l/n) of the royal (l/n) family of the Modia Kingdom in holy matrimony. Should anyone object to this union speak now or forever hold your peace.” Father Madrona spoke and I could’ve sworn I saw the princess’ parents give her a look.

“Do you Crown Prince Lee Jeno of the royal Lee family, take thee Princess (y/n) (l/n) or the royal (l/n) family, to be your wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?”

“I do,” I shall, and I will, forever, even beyond death.

“And do you, princess (y/n) (l/n) of the royal (l/n) family, take thee, Crown Prince Lee Jeno of the royal Lee family, to be your husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?”

“I do,” her voice sounded like honey silk.

“By the power vested in me, by the decree of this nation, I pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride.” That’s all I needed, I moved the veil away from the princess’ face, pulling her into a kiss. I felt her arms wrap around my neck going into my hair, having to pull away to breath. I leaned my forehead against hers and she smiled, that smile, that could conquer nations.

-

“Just now Crown Prince Lee Jeno, and his wife, the now Crown Princess of Northcy, (y/n) (l/n) have just been married, the two can be seen exiting the cathedral, hand in hand, wearing happy smiles. Everyone here at channel 6 news wishes the newlywed couple a happy and prosperous future. Back to you Daniel.” the news anchor spoke, reporting about the prince and princess’ wedding.

10 > epilogue

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Just some random things I really enjoyed while listening to the new SERVAMP drama. (Thank you again, @faith-gigliorosa​ for the request!) Most of these would be out of context, but I am working on the translations, so hopefully they won’t be out of context for long! 😂

As usual, the fourth wall breaking is rampant in a parody drama! 

Kuro narrating the story on Mahiru’s behalf, and Mahiru retorting to everything as always. MAHIRU: “Stop doing my monologues for me!!!!”

KURO: “Mahiru and I, we... We’ve formed a bond that you can’t touch anymore!” MAHIRU: “O-oh...!?”

Mahiru offering his blood, and Kuro actually drinking a lot. The sounds I heard were... O_O

“Kitty-Kitty Pretty Kuro-nyan.”

Them making fun of the amount of parody dramas they actually have. MISONO: “What the hell have we been doing!?”

Mahiru getting hit by a baseball bat (yes, bat and not just the ball) and having amnesia!

“DON’T DIE ON US, SHIROTA!!!!!! YOU’RE TOO YOUNG!!!”

Tsubaki saying he was about to kiss Mahiru awake.

MAHIRU: “I-- I don’t remember my name...!” TSUBAKI: “Your name is Sunflower Watanuki!”

Misono taking advantage of the situation and saying that he and Mahiru have been best friends for life LMAOOOOO

MAHIRU: “The one with the blue hair... Who are you...?” KURO: “I... I’m... I’m your brother...” MAHIRU: “Onii-chan...?”

Tsubaki saying he’s Mahiru’s father 😂

Cat Kuro being sad and disappointed that Mahiru doesn’t remember him T^T

So things are getting wild... Tsubaki attempts to hit Mahiru over the head again to get his memories back. Mahiru starts freaking out.

KURO: “STOP! That’s attempted murder! Stay away from Mahiru! I’ll be the one to get his memories back!”

For some reason, Misono suggests going to the hot springs to get Mahiru’s memories back LMAO

Kuro’s gentle voice when trying to get Mahiru to remember things.

Mahiru smiling at Tsubaki, and Tsubaki feeling the dokidokis.

Misono being happy about getting called “Misono-kun” by Mahiru. Misono almost drowning while trying to call Mahiru by his first name. 😂

Kuro sulking about Mahiru forgetting him, awwww~

Misono saying that Kuro and Mahiru can just start over again if Mahiru doesn’t regain his memories. MISONO: “You and Shirota are more compatible than you think. You’ll be back to normal in no time.”

Mahiru apologizing to Kuro about forgetting him, and Kuro reassuring him that it’s not his fault. (It’s Tsubaki’s fault, btw.)

Tsubaki enjoying his front seat to the KuroMahi show 😂😂

Tsubaki and Misono directing what Kuro should say LMAO

TSUBAKI: “OMG, here comes the confession scene...!!”  MISONO: “The scene where they recall how much they’ve hurt and comforted each other!”

Tsubaki and Misono chanting “Confess to him~ Confess to him~”

TSUBAKI: “Ah, geez...! Hurry up and hold him tight! Then use your dreamy voice and tell him, ‘I absolutely need you.’” MISONO: “Totally different genre, dude...”  Some dialogues I only thought were possible in fanfiction are now canon.

I thought we as a fandom were the biggest KuroMahi simps, but this drama begs to differ-- 😂😂Turns out, Tsubaki and Misono are the best wingmen we could ever ask for.

Anyway, thanks to everyone’s efforts (?), Mahiru gets his memories back! They start to tease Kuro for sulking about Mahiru forgetting him.  WE DIDN’T GET OUR CONFESSION SCENE!!!! But, it still had a satisfying ending to it~

It was overall a lot of fun!! I’m so excited to work on it~!