#tiff is worried about her

[featherisderp]

Okay! Remember how I said the game events happened in some of our AU's, Planet Robobot included? Well, I wrote a small thing. This is a small story regarding Susie meeting Tiff. It's under the cut! ^^

“Poyo!” Kirby jumped up and began running off. Tiff sighed and followed him. This wasn’t uncommon, but it was tiring. He had been running around all day. At this point she was hoping Meta Knight would show up so she could tell him to keep an eye on the puffball. He was good at keeping him still. Kirby ran into the town and squeaked as he nearly ran into a cappy. He briefly waved and continued to wherever he was going, which was apparently the large tree. There was a small crowd of cappies and Kirby slowed down until he stopped, staring at the person they were talking to. She didn’t recognize her, not that she had much time to think on it before Kirby made a high pitched squeak that sounded sort of like a name and ran at her full speed. 

The lady turned and seemed to brighten up once she realized who he was. “Hello, Kirby!”

“Poyo!” He jumped up and hugged her. She sighed and put him back on the ground.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

“Poy!” He nodded.

“You know her, Kirby?” The mayor looked at him.

“Poyo Suey!”

“Susie.” The lady looked back at the cappies. “Does Kirby live here?”

“Yes, he sure does.”

“Poyo, poyo poy!” Kirby grabbed Susie’s hand and started trying to lead her, pointing at Tiff.

“Alright, calm down, pinky. Where are we going?”

“Poyo Tiff!”

Susie stared at her for a few moments, then seemed to realize what Kirby was trying to do. “Oh! Hello, I’m Susie! Are you Kirby’s friend?”

“Yea. He seemed to know you well.” She wasn’t sure how to respond to this.

“Sorta.” She shrugged. “We’ve helped each other out in the past.”

“Poyo!” Kirby hugged Tiff.

“So uh… what’s your name? I’m sure he’s already said it, but he’s not the most coherent.”

“Tiff. When did he meet you? I assume it would have had to have been during one of his space journeys.” She picked him up as he started hopping and making small squeaks.

“Oh, a while ago!” Susie laughed as if it didn’t matter. “Yes, we were in space when we met.”

“And you’re… friends?”

“Ye!”

“We sure are!”

“...Alright.” Kirby wasn’t as gullible as he was when she first met him, that was difficult to remember. She’d trust his judgment on this one. “So why are you here?”

“I simply enjoy learning about anything I can! I wanted to see what Kirby’s home was like.”

“I see.”

“Speaking of which, what are those uh…” She waved towards the cappies, who were keeping an eye on her, clearly curious. “Those guys?”

“Cappies.”

“I see. What other creatures live here?”

“Wildlife, I guess… There’s king Dedede and Escragoon. And whatever I am.”

“You don’t know what you are?”

She shook her head.

“What are Dedede and Escargoon?”

“A penguin and a snail. There’s a few others as well, but I don’t know what they are either.” She shrugged.

“Is it peaceful here?”

“Mostly, when random people aren’t attacking or trying to take over.”

“Does that happen often?”

“More often than I’d like…”

“I see.” She was writing something on her clipboard, then appeared thoughtful. “Say, you’re good friends with Kirby, correct?”

“Yes, why?”

“Do you know what he is? Like, what is his species called?”

“Puffballs, I think.”

“Ye! Puffball!”

“Interesting… Now, I’ve heard Kirby has been referred to as a Star Warrior. Care to explain what that is?”

“Do you know who Nightmare is?” It would be pretty difficult to explain everything if she didn’t.

“I know of him, I’ve never met him.”

“That’s probably for the best.” She shrugged. “Star Warriors fought against him.”

“Ah, I see. That makes sense!”

She watched her write on her clipboard some more. She’d have given more details, but it was Meta Knight who had given her the information she had to begin with, and he had made it beyond clear, indirectly of course, that he didn’t like strangers knowing too much about that. Although if this person had met Kirby, she’d likely have met Meta Knight as well.

“Nightmare’s dead now, correct?”

“Yes.”

“So do you think other Star Warriors can still be born?”

“I don’t know. Probably.” That was actually a good question. Arthur had told her that Star Warriors had existed before Nightmare caused the war. However, Meta Knight had implied he’d waited decades for another Star Warrior to appear, so the rate at which they were being born had clearly dropped while Nightmare was still around. He may have been the reason for it, maybe killing most of them off had some sort of effect on it. Maybe Star Warriors were born as a defense against people like Nightmare? It’s not his existence dictated whether or not they did. “...I think… They can… but it’s rare now.”

“Really? Why is that?”

“I don’t know, maybe Nightmare did something… I don’t even know if I’m right, you’d have to ask someone else. Sorry.”

“I understand.” She wrote something down. “You seem pretty smart for your age.”

She shrugged. “Either that or the rest of the town is unfathomably idiotic.”

“Are there any teachers here? Schools?”

“I’d like there to be.” She sighed. “Unfortunately we’re ruled by a fool and I know maybe one cappy who is capable of teaching anyone anything. Usually I’m the one who tries to teach their kids but… it’s been rather unsuccessful…”

“That’s unfortunate. So I take it that cappies aren’t the smartest beings?”

“They try. I guess that’s all I can ask from them.”

“Poyo.” Kirby gave her some pats as if to cheer her up.

“Well, then I supposed it’s a good thing there are Star Warriors here to defend-”

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Tiff looked at the tree, Meta Knight was there, glaring at Susie with his sword pointed at her. That was… a bad sign to say the least.

“Meta! It’s been-”

“Do not call me that!” He jumped down, keeping a bit of distance between them and forming his cape into wings, lifting them to hide Tiff and Kirby from her line of sight. “You have no right to be here!”

“Tch, so aggressive.” She rolled her eyes. “I have every right to be here, I’m Kirby’s friend.”

“Why are you talking to the child?”

“Tiff?”

“No, the fucking alligator!”

Tiff backed away. This was the most angry she’d seen him. He’d been aggressive before during other incidents on Popstar, but he’d never yelled at anyone like that, or acted as if he was facing a monster. Not to mention, forming his wings was something he rarely did. He never used them around Nightmare, granted Falspar had told her he had a reason for it. Susie would have had to do something horrid for him to be acting like this.

“Kirby introduced me to her, I was merely curious about-”

“Curious?” He hissed, flaring out his wings more. Kirby tried to jump down, but she held onto him, feeling more than concerned.

“Calm down. I was curious about this planet, not the kid.”

“I’m sure you were! You’ve done enough! Leave!”

“I don’t think I will. I’ll have you know that since taking over the company, there have been zero mechanization projects.” She crossed her arms, closing her eyes as if that information was supposed to calm him down.

“Well, isn’t that great! You can keep it like that and leave!” 

“Kirby, do you want me to leave? I feel Meta’s acting a bit-”

“Do not talk to him!”

“He’s my friend.”

“He is not!”

“Medi-poyo..!”

“I thought you were over it.”

“How in the fuck did you come to that conclusion?”

“You didn’t seem too angry when you showed up with the Halberd.” She shrugged. “I thought you were over it.”

“One, when there’s a giant clock that you sent to destroy our goddamn planet running off, I’m going to be just a little bit focused on that! Two, No, I’m not fucking over it!”

“My mistake.”

“Get the fuck out of here!”

At that point, the cappies that were already watching had backed away, and others had stopped to stare. Tiff wasn’t sure what to do. Kirby suddenly puffed and jumped away from her, running in front of Meta Knight and holding his arms out. “Poyo! Suey gud poy!”

“She is not good now.” He was clearly trying to keep himself from yelling. “The only reason she helped you was because it was in her best interest.”

“Poyo poy poyo!”

“Kirby, I don’t blame Meta for being so angry with me.” Susie shrugged. “I’m not surprised that my presence concerns him.”

“Don’t call me that!”

“Would you rather Mecha Knight?”

He suddenly hissed and swung his sword down, launching a sword beam at her and knocking Kirby aside with his other hand. Susie had just barely managed to avoid the attack, suddenly looking a lot less casual about the situation. Tiff ran forward and grabbed Kirby, picking him up and quickly backing away again. Meta Knight was shaking, likely from anger, and it was freaking her out. Kirby quieted down as well, staring wide-eyed at the damage caused by the attack. Luckily, it had barely missed the houses, taking a small bit of the roof off of one. Susie looked a bit concerned.

Then she laughed. “I forgot you could do that. Are you done now? I’d like to have a reasonable discussion with you.”

“You’ve thrown that opportunity away a long time ago!” He took a step towards her. Galaxia was glowing and sparking excessively. Galacta had mentioned her habit of creating small static shocks in response to Meta Knight’s anger. She’d seen it before multiple times, even when Nightmare had appeared directly in front of the battleship before luring Kirby into a battle. Apparently it was harmless, but he’d said the more it sparked, the angrier he was. She couldn’t remember why he’d told her that, she might’ve asked about it, or he might’ve brought it up and ended up explaining the whole thing to her.

“Alright, I understand. You’re upset and you don’t want me near anyone, but Kirby could easily overpower me if it came down to it so-”

“I don’t give a fuck! Stay away from the children!”

“I’m not here to mechanize anything-”

“Then leave!”

“Meta-”

“If you call me that one more time, I will stab you!” 

“I heavily doubt you’d come anywhere near me.”

He hissed in response. 

“Poyo…” Kirby jumped away again. It was a little irritating being unable to keep him still. He ran back towards Meta Knight and put a hand on his sword. “No.”

“Back away, Kirby.”

“Now that you’re a little incapable of doing immediate damage, will you listen?”

“Never.”

“I don’t want to cause harm. I simply want to apologize for everything. I was simply following orders-”

“You made it very clear to me that what you did had nothing to do with orders!”

“Well, I lied. I was ordered to stop Kirby from getting to far by any means necessary and-”

“You told me you did it because you were curious and it just happened to align with your goal! Don’t you fucking dare lie to me!”

“...Okay, you got me there, but look, is it so much to ask that you calm down and let me be friends with Kirby?”

“Yes!”

“Rude.”

“Poyo poy!” Kirby tried to pull Galaxia away from him, with no success.

“...Kirby, come here..!” Tiff called to him, keeping her distance.

“No, poyo Medi-poyo poy Suey!”

Meta Knight looked at him.

“Poyo..?”

He hissed and pulled the sword away from the small child, putting it back into its sheath and glaring at Susie. “If you threaten or harm any of them at all, I will kill you.” He kept his voice low, but failed to hide his anger.

“Well, I have a tazer so I doubt you’ll do much, but sure.” She shrugged.

Meta Knight hissed again, letting his wings fall back into his cape and wrapping himself up tightly. His eyes were red, not a color she saw often.

“I’m joking, I won’t taze you.” She laughed. “And I’ll make sure I do no harm to anyone or anything!”

“Good.”

“Poyo..!” Kirby smiled and ran towards her, then grabbed her hand and began leading her through the town. Meta Knight followed at a distance, his eyes turning back to normal. Tiff waited a moment, then ran towards him.

“What did she do?”

“Don’t worry about it.” He still sounded as if he’d like to tear the lady’s head off. Best not to ask any more questions on that topic.

“Why’d you calm down?”

“I didn’t.” He hissed. “Kirby was upset. Besides, he’s capable of handling himself. He’s beaten her before, along with multiple… weapons.” There was obviously more meaning to than word that he’d like to discuss. “For now, I’ll keep an eye on her. If she proves that she is not here to cause harm, I may consider leaving her alone.”

“So you’re giving her a chance because Kirby wanted you to?”

“...Yes.”

“Alright.”

“Do not go near her by yourself.” That was clearly a serious warning. “And do not listen to a word she says.”

“I won’t.” She glanced at Kirby, happily leading Susie around and pointing at random buildings. “Especially after that… introduction…”

“Forget that happened.” He was beginning to sound like he was calming down, but knowing him, he was likely just trying to hide his anger. One of his specialities was always appearing calm, even under intense circumstances. It could be either incredibly useful or painfully annoying.

“...How long are you gonna keep an eye on her?”

“Until I’m confident she can be trusted alone.”

“And then what?”

“I trust Kirby’s judgment.” He sighed. “Nothing she does will get past him.”

// Meta Knight will change his mind about anything if it makes Kirby happy. Sorry to those who like the idea of Susie being friends with Meta Knight but I like him to suffer so she sort of tortured him during the mechanization thing. Also I know I spelled tazer/taze wrong but I hate the actual spelling so you'll have to live with that lmao. Susie does end up spending a bit of time on Popstar. And maybe meeting some other game bois but that's a story for some other time! Meta will get to the point of trusting her unsupervised but that doesn't mean he'll stop hating her beyond words. Tiff is so offput by this whole thing. It bothers her to no end. //

[ferahntics]

Quiver Knight relationships pt 2

EDIT: Forgot to link the first part, here!!

So continuing on from part 1 - where its her relationship with Kirby, I got around to doing a little more with other characters. c:

Now as mentioned in pt. 1, Quiver would have a relatively decent time getting to know Kirby, and she gets along with Meta Knight just fine due to her partially mentoring him during the GSA War. Now unfortunately, for others, she’d be a little less approachable.

The hardest one would be with Dedede - Quiver used to be a little bit of a rule-breaker in her younger years but has gotten more firm regarding any kind of authoritative figure. So when she heard Dedede was the King, her expectations of what she had for a king were very, very quickly crushed - and any bit of respect she would otherwise have to a figure of power, even if it’s purely out of courtesy, was out the window. This was further amplified when she would hear the townsfolk talk about him and the stunts he’d pull.

Needless to say, Quiver has zero tolerance with Dedede and Escargoon is a dangerously close second. More often than not, any and all of their interactions really is just them throwing jabs at one another which could go on for ages.

Now - once Quiver finds out Dedede’s connection with Nightmare Enterprises, what was once disrespect just evolved into hostility. Not only did he keep in touch with the one who sells monsters that caused thousands of lives lost in the war, but he also uses them as playthings to keep things interesting in the area. Not to mention to target Kirby - a child - infuriated her, further amplified by Robin’s fate.

Long story short: if they bump heads, expect a shouting match of snarky comments.

Now aside from Meta Knight and Kirby, Dedede was one of the first inhabitants of Popstar she met, and it was not a good first impression - so she went to see the rest of the civilians with cripplingly low expectations. Fortunately, the next people she’d meet, would be Tiff/Fumu and Tuff/Bun. Although her and Tiff/Fumu were pretty skeptical with one another, Tuff/Bun would be over his head to not only meet another Star Warrior - but a Star Warrior who played a major part in training Meta Knight who he already thought was cool.

He would completely bombard her with questions about the GSA and their soldiers and, well, everything really. And that would tug a string in Quiver’s heart - being that she loves story telling - and would tell him stories of battles and accomplishments, being able to do so in a very immersive way. And after hearing confirmation from Meta Knight that these are true, even Tiff/Fumu would be fascinated - though her questions could go a little too... personal for Quiver’s tastes.

There is one very specific battle she refuses to elaborate - and has done her best to avoid talking about it, or to even steer the conversation in that direction - and the last one Robin took part in. Meta Knight knows it, and he is well aware of why she’s reluctant, and he won’t push it. Although he might nudge her to talk, Quiver would quickly graze right over it.

All together, although the first impression was very iffy with meeting the King - that no one really respects in the town - over a lot of time, Quiver would be able to fit in, so long as things don’t revolve around one particular topic mentioned before.

[vixlenxe]

"Tiffanie, I made this for you. I can't guarantee the taste though." In his hands was a cup of hot chocolate, a few rashes on his hands from where it brushed his skin on accident

"Aki!!"

Tiffanie bursts up quite quickly. She knew the smell of hot chocolate anywhere, but also remembered he was allergic. So goes to take the cups from him, but puts them down on the closest table to take a look at his hands & arms.

"What are you doing?? Darling your allergic aren't you?"

[doppelnatur]

S/o to man hating women who make an exception for me <3

[chestersturniolo]

“don’t gotta be so dramatic all the fuckin’ time”

Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader x Chris Sturniolo

based on this request

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DISCLAIMER; chratt poly relationship dynamic!! if you aren’t comfortable w this, do not read

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It had started as a small tiff, but somehow, it escalated out of control in minutes. The three of you were in the kitchen, and Chris had made a comment-something offhanded about how you were “always overthinking everything”

“Overthinking?-” you snapped, setting down the mug you’d been holding “-you’re really calling me out for caring about stuff, Chris? Unbelievable”

Chris crossed his arms, his expression growing defensive. “That’s not what I’m saying, I’m saying sometimes you blow things way out of proportion. I can’t bring anything up without you acting like it’s some huge deal!”

Your pulse quickened, your anger growing quickly, “You know what, maybe I wouldn’t if you actually bothered to listen for once instead of making me feel like I’m overreacting every time I say something!”

Matt, who had been silent in the corner, finally chimed in, “I think Chris is just trying to say you’re taking it a bit far” he shrugged, his words only added fuel to the fire.

You turned to him, a mix of anger and hurt flooding your face. “Oh, of course you’re siding with him-“ you scoffed “-god forbid you actually back me up on something for once!”

Matt shook his head with a roll of his eyes, frustration in his voice now too. “Look, it’s not about sides, I just don’t think it’s worth blowing up over”

“Exactly-“ Chris agrees “-don’t gotta be so dramatic all the fuckin’ time” he snaps, his voice raising.

You get taken aback slightly at his tone. sure, you’ve all had disagreements before, but it rarely escalated to any form of yelling. There’s dead silence in the room as your emotions start to become overwhelming. The way they teamed up and dismissed your feelings only pushed you to the edge, so without a word, you turned and stormed out of the house, the door slamming shut behind you.

-

You spent the entire day wandering around town, trying to clear your mind. You walked down familiar streets, through the park, even sat by the lake for a while, letting the fresh air and the quiet calm you down. Your phone buzzed relentlessly in your pocket, but eventually, you turned it off.

Finally, as the sun began to set, you decided to head home. You felt drained, both emotionally and physically, but you knew it was time to face them.

When you opened the front door, you were immediately met with the sound of voices from upstairs. As you climbed the stairs quietly, you could hear them—Chris and Matt, arguing with each other.

“You shouldn’t have snapped at her like that!” Matt was practically shouting, his voice thick with anger.

“Don’t put all the blame on me-“ Chris shot back “-you didn’t exactly help calm her down, did you?”

There was a pause, then you heard Chris sigh deeply. “Let’s go back out and look again”

“We’ve been driving around for hours, Chris! What makes you think she’ll still be out there now?-” Matt snapped, his frustration clear. “-I’m calling her again”

You took a deep breath, feeling a mix of guilt and exhaustion as you stepped around the corner. The living room came into view, and you saw Chris sitting on the couch, elbows on his knees with his head in his hands,,while Matt was pacing back and forth, his phone pressed to his ear.

“Hi” you said quietly, breaking the tense silence

Both of their heads snapped toward you, a mix of anger and relief on their faces.

Chris stood up quickly. “Hi?” he repeats in disbelief, “Where the hell have you been?! We’ve been worried sick!” His voice strained with both worry and frustration.

“Out” you said simply, still feeling a bit defiant despite the guilt settling in your chest.

“Out?” he echoed, his jaw clenching as he turned to Matt. “Can you believe this shit? Just…‘out’ - like we haven’t been losing our minds looking for her all day”

Matt rolled his eyes but then turned his attention back to you, his tone softer than Chris’s. He crossed the room to stand infront of you. “I tried calling you, like, a thousand times” he said, his voice more tired than angry.

You looked down, feeling a pang of remorse. “I turned my phone off”

Matt let out a deep sigh, a flash of frustration crossing his face as he throws both hands up in the air “You can’t just—” He cut himself off abruptly, noticing the tears that were starting to well up in your eyes as you dropped your gaze to the floor

Immediately, his face softened, his irritation melting away. “Oh baby” he murmured, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close, shooting a look to his brother

“I’m sorry-“ you choked out, a few tears slipping down your cheeks. “I just…I was so mad, I needed to clear my head, and I just lost track of time,and I hate fighting with you guys and-and-i-“ you cut your own rambling off with small sobs

Matt held you tighter, stroking your hair gently. “Sh-sh-shhh it’s okay” he soothed, his voice a whisper

Chris, who had been watching, came over with a much softer expression, holding out his arms. “Come here, ma” he said, his voice now gentle.

You sniffled, letting go of Matt to move into Chris’s arms. He wrapped you in a tight embrace, laying a kiss to the top of your head before resting his chin there. “it’s okay, you’re here now that’s all that matters,hmm?-“ he murmured, rubbing your back in slow circles. “-I’m sorry for earlier, I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that, I was way outta’ line”

Matt steps closer, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “Me too baby, i’m sorry-” he says quietly, his voice full with regret “-but please don’t leave like that again okay? if you don’t wanna talk things out and need some space, we’ll leave…we need to know you’re safe sweetheart”

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[sansuri]

𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 | 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞

Arranged marriage | gojo x indifferent!wife | MDNI

WARNINGS: you guys have a child together, subtle smut MDNI, fem!reader, mentions of the reader’s body being different after having a child, bad writing bc I switch from third to second use pronouns interchangeably

Synopsis: Gojo and you were the product of an arranged marriage, undoubtedly hating each other, but after your first child together, Gojo begins viewing you in a different light.

Cont: Sea Glass

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You were arranged to marry the Gojo Satoru.

The man who belonged to one of the top three clans of Jujutsu, a man who was known for his arrogance and ridiculous amount of privilege. You knew him in your school days, and let’s just say that you two didn’t like each other.

So it was only inevitable that your marriage was definitely rough and you two hated each other, and I mean despised each other. You were required to bear an heir for Gojo, and although reluctant, that’s exactly what you did. Sex with no strings attached, only for the sake of an heir, but after birthing your first child together, Gojo starts viewing his wife differently. He begins to see her soft side and the way she tenderly cares for their child, and Gojo has never felt so jealous in his life. Who knew his usually quiet and distant wife could have such a domestic side, so slowly but surely, he falls hard for you.

And I mean hard.

He begins showering you with gifts and staying home more often, trying to be around you more in the house. He follows you around like a puppy, making sure that if you needed a break from your guys son, that he would be there to switch.

Gojo, however, notices your continued indifference towards him, and he only sits there, wondering how he can convince you to also love him back, not hate him because you were forced into this predicament with him. You loved your son so dearly, yet you never seemed to give any affection to your husband. You had no problem placing a chaste kiss on his jawline whenever there were clan parties, so why couldn’t you do so in the privates of your shared home?

Gojo decides to change this, and begins placing a soft kiss on your cheek each time he gets home, also making sure to place one on the little gremlin too, one that seemed to have taken on his appearance more than his wife, but that’s not a worry because he can always keep having children with you until one pops out looking like you too.

He beds his wife more often, not just during her ovulation period. Sex soon becomes a daily thing than a monthly thing. He beds you because he loves you, and you’re just so soft and tender from having just given birth to his child. He loves the way your body has changed, and he always makes sure that you know that you make him feel so good. He does this not for the sake of having another child, but for him to show his love for you.

He rolls his hips so nicely yet roughly into you, ensuring that you’re feeling just as pleasured. And you, on the other hand, only comply with his desire for you, only thinking that he was just needier than usual, something the Gojo men were all known for. You were merely satisfying his needs, only because you knew your role as his wife. Nothing more.

You begin noticing that after sex though, he stays in the bed with you, instead of leaving like usual, rubbing up and down the curves of your body, worshipping you as you two lay there together, basking in each other’s presence, eventually resulting in you snoozing off in his hold.

He begins asking you questions about your day, sitting with you for breakfast with your son, which he never did before. He starts helping you dress in the mornings, zipping up the cute sundress he bought for you to wear, admiring the way it fits so nicely on you. He always makes sure to feather soft kisses on your shoulder up to your neck, before he places a sweet, yet wet kiss on your jawline, nuzzling his face in your neck to smell the Tiffany & Co perfume he bought you as well.

His goal in mind is to get a kiss from you, but you seem to have no interest in that, which makes him sigh so deeply. You’ve never really kissed Gojo genuinely, and he wants to change that. Sure, you’ve kissed him on your wedding day, but even during sex, when his eyes become lusted and he stares at you so lovingly with desire, leaning his face down to get a kiss from you, you turn your head away, gently pushing his head into the crevice of your shoulder. He’s never been so deprived in his life, but Gojo respects you, so he waits for you to initiate it first. Yeah, you’ve had sex together, but kisses were a whole new level of intimacy for him.

However, just one day after he came home from work tired, you catch him off guard and come over, sweetly grabbing his face and pulling him down to press a soft yet delicate kiss on his jaw. In the privates of your home, not just at a clan party where you needed to keep show. Gojo has felt high before, but this was a new type of high.

It may not have been on his lips just yet, but there’s always next time, right?

[artsninspo]

FORGIVELESS - V - BACK AND FORTH IT GO, IT'S HARD, I KNOW 🔄

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V - BACK AND FORTH IT GO, IT'S HARD, I KNOW 🔄

Pairing: Rio (Good Girls) X Reader

Word Count: ~2K

Warning: Mentions of cheating & abusive behaviour.

Summary: The aftermath of the tiff between the reader and her soon to be ex husband is explored with Rio and her mother. Rio is confronted with the depths of his feelings for the reader and how to make his next move his best move. This one is fluffy 🧸 and angsty.

It’s late when you wake up in Rio’s bed alone. You don't remember falling to sleep. All of the stress and adrenaline of the day had finally caught up to you. The clock reads 3am and you sigh climbing out of bed. The cold floors cause you to tiptoe into the bathroom. The tiled floors are even colder. When finished in the bathroom you see a loungewear set and smile that Rio has thought of you. You help yourself to a hot shower. It feels like you've been re-wired. The events of the past 24 hours had been too much mentally and physically. Not only had James cheated but he’d been too close to getting physical. As angry as it made you feel it was sad that it even had to come to this. Freshened up you leave the bathroom and find Rio on the couch looking at a chess board studiously. It’s like he senses you immediately and looks up.

“Thanks for the clothes” you smile and he sits back with open arms. You take the invitation sitting on his lap. It feels good to know he has your back. He doesn't need to make a promise or a declaration. He’s shown it every step of the way. Rio didn't do crazy, drama or stress. He had enough problems to sort out. It was how he knew this thing with you was different. You were in his home and in his arms fully dressed. His previous relationships with women had been more transactional. Sex without strings suited his lifestyle and expectations well. The responsibilities and expectations of a committed relationship didn't appeal to him after exiting his teens and early twenties. The world was too big to commit to one person without seeing what else life could offer him.

"Thanks for letting me crash here” you speak first looking up at him. Rio holds you there against him calmly, settling your nerves and anxiety.

“You don’t have to thank me but you should call your mom.” Rio says. He’d watched your phone ring every hour before plugging it up into the charger. There was no need for missing reports but he could tell she was worried. You sigh ready to admit the truth out loud. You still don't want to, knowing the truth will likely break your moms heart worse than it broke yours.

“Can you drop me to the airport? I don't want to talk about it over the phone. I’m her only child” you confess.

“Alright” Rio responds and his calm is too much for you. You mistrust it knowing how much he lives for control and his principals.

“Rio” you say and his eyes close.

“If you're gonna cop a plea for him don't. It’ll piss me off, he almost put hands on you. He doesn't deserve grace. Keep your plausible deniability. Go visit your mom and then meet me in Mexico. You deserve a vacation” He says with his next steps laid out as far as James was concerned.

You swallow your commentary looking Rio in his eyes before sighing. “I’ll come to Mexico. I get a flight from my moms” you concede.

“I’ll get you the flight,” he says. His usual demeanour is gone, there’s no humour or play in his eyes. Lust is absent too; he’s angry, attentive and composed instead. A side you aren’t familiar with. He gets his phone out and then sighs. “Come on, we gotta go now so you can board on time.”

“Rio, I’m alright. Lighten up” you smile trying to lighten things up.

“Let’s not start lying to each other.” He stands dismissing your attempts to placate the situation.

“Just promise me you wont get yourself in trouble” you sigh, willing to drop it with that assurance.

“I won't” he agrees immediately. Relieved you stand getting your purse and necessities. Rio holds his arm around you the entire ride down the elevator and to his car. He keeps a concerned look on you as he drives you to the airport. He pays for your ticket at the counter and sticks close. He doesnt give a fuck if word gets around that he’s been around town with a woman. Hell he wants it to get back to James. That’s part one of his plan. He needs the whispers to make James sick. He’d fuck with James head first before holding him responsible for his actions.

“Call me when you land” he swallows.

“Ok” you nod, walking into his arms. “See you in Mexico” you smile. Rio forces one. Your commitment to make the best of the situation in spite of your obvious pain only infuriates him more. Not wanting to push your process he presses a kiss against your forehead.

“See you later, Mama” he says, letting you go. He stands there until you're cleared and out of his sight. You feel thankful for how attentive he is. The fact that you are hyperventilating right now is in direct correlation with who Rio’s been for you lately. The fact that your eyes are dry and you have a safe place to land is everything to you. The fact that he had someone there to look in on you makes the world. Once on the plane you draft a message to thank him while your phone is on airplane mode. 

The flight is significantly shorter than the drive and you walk through straight to arrivals without any baggage. Your mom greets you with an uneasy smile and you run to her relieved. Her perfume has an instant effect on your nerves and worries.

“Ohh baby, I’m so glad you came,” she says, squeezing you tight.

“Me too Mommy” you admit.

“Are you hungry or do you want to go home?” she asks.

“Starving” you admit having slept on an empty stomach. Checking her watch, your mom sees nothing is open.

“I’ll make your favourite” she smiles, taking your hand.

Once in her car you send Rio a message saying you've landed and are with your mom before sending the one you constructed on your flight. You hope it isn't too much.

“So tell me what’s been going on?”

“What did James tell you?” you ask and she sighs merging onto the freeway.

“That you’ve been absent lately, stopped cooking, cleaning, being around and that you threatened to leave him. He says you think he’s cheated but it’s a misunderstanding. One of his clients has gotten inappropriate and he’s only entertained it via text but not in person. He says he thinks you’ve actually stepped out on him physically. Asked me if you told me anything.” she says and its your turn to sigh.

“Momma-”

“Don’t explain, the panic in his voice told me he was cheating. It was how fast he was talking, how scared he was to lose you. If you think he’s cheated I trust you and I’m so sorry baby.” your mom sighs looking over at you with remorse. Your eyes water, feeling the pain she feels for you.

“He’s been cheating since we moved and she’s fully aware of me, and she talks about me” you confess shaking your head. “I’m done mom.” you add letting a few tears fall.

“I’ll help you move out, for now stay with me” your mom says, surprising you. You frown looking at her. “My love for James is conditional to how you feel about him and how he treats you. The fact that he called me LYING, baby. I’m sorry. He has no shame and I’m disgusted with him. He does not have an ally in me. Hasn’t since he moved you away. I knew something was up when we spent so many weekends having virtual movie marathons.” she says and you look shocked as you arrive at her house. Once parked you follow your mom into her house. A Bachelorette pad, without a single trace of a male touch. You smile feeling the good energy as she heads to the sink to wash up before starting breakfast.

“You don't know how relieved I am to hear you say that” you sigh, sitting at the island as she begins preparing your favourite breakfast. She backs you, oiling the frying pan when she speaks again.

“We haven’t talked in a few weeks, and you dont look like someone who is distraught by cheating. Is he right about there being someone else?” Your mom asks. You feel your face and hands heat. She keeps her back turned giving you privacy and opportunity to lie.

“When I found out I decided I wouldn't be the only one honouring our vows” you confess and when you turn you see your mother is smiling. It's a surprise that she isn't disgusted or disappointed with you. It’s the last thing you expect after your highly moral upbringing. She smiles, shaking her head.

“Good” she says and a smile creeps onto your lips.

“Good?!” you ask shocked.

“Smelled his cologne on you when you hugged me. I’m happy you trust me with the truth and really I’m grateful you're not in pieces” she says. You hold your shirt before remembering you showered at Rio’s using his things.

“MA!” you scoff and she chuckles.

“I’ll never encourage you to stay somewhere you aren't appreciated or treated well. James better not call me again if he doesn't want me to tear his head off. The uppity mother and father of his either.” she adds.

“Thanks mom” you smile giving her a hug and she breathes you in.

“So what's his name?” she asks and over breakfast you giggle.

“Rio?” you respond.

“Baby, not the codename like Japan” your mother laughs and you realise you haven't asked him about his name.

“Rio’s what he’s called,” you tell her honestly before detailing all the PG versions of what you know and your time with Rio. She sits happy for your outlet and his disposition with James. She warns you about Rio’s boundaries, reminding you not to fall too hard and heed what he says. You feel rejuvenated by the time she’s asleep. You sit on your bedroom balcony looking out onto the lake behind the backyard. You respond to Rio’s goodnight text and he calls riding around in his truck. He’s even more fine to you now that your mom knows the truth and approves of your marriage ending in the eyes of the law too.

“What are you smiling about?” he asks.

“Just imagining how much fun we're gonna have in Mexico” you tell him and he smiles.

“Momma gonna let you leave her?” he asks.

“Yeah, she knows about you too” you inform him.

He raises a brow. “And?”

“So far so good. She trusts me and she appreciates you for being here for me.” You tell him.

“Hey” Rio says, getting your attention. You look at him in the camera.

“Don't thank me for being here for you. That's what a mans supposed to do.” he says frankly. “Don't apologise either. I wasn’t upset with you earlier.” he says.

“Rio?” you ask.

“Hmm?” He responds sitting at a red light.

“I never asked, but what's your real name?” You say. Rio smiles as the light goes green glancing at you back on the screen to you.

“Christopher,” he says without hesitation. Smiling as you look at him. You wouldn't have guessed it. Honestly you haven't put any thought into it until your mom had asked if Rio was his real name or a codename like Japan. 

“Christopher” you repeat trying to get a feel for it.

“Get some sleep Mama, i’ll call you tomorrow and text you the details for the trip. Ok?”

“Ok. Good night” you say not liking the emptiness on the line.

“Goodnight” Rio responds feeling it too. You hang up first to ease the tension. It felt like there should be more. But your mother had advised you wisely to take heed of Rio’s initial warning. Endearing terms and lovey-dovey language wouldn't serve the inevitable end that would follow whatever this was. Even if it felt like more now. Cradling your phone in your lap you take in a deep breath getting up and heading back into your room. After completing your nightly routine you check your phone before plugging it up.

Night ❤️

Ria

You smile changing his name back to Rio in your phone. You like the message before sending back one just like it and sleeping tight.

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This is part 11 of The Office AU

Chapter Index

a little tiff between wacky girlfriend and reader

Pairing Poly!141 x reader

You hear your name being called softly, you look up and see Gaz standing there. You give him a smile, “What’s up?”. 

You notice that his smile looks pained, not reaching his eyes and is starting to look like a grimace. 

“Can talk to you for a moment”, then nods back to his office, “In private”.

No, not really, “Of course”. You're raking your brain trying to figure out what you did wrong. DId you mess up Price’s meeting, missed an important email, took too long of a lunch, or maybe you did nothing wrong and they are giving you a raise. 

You try to meet Price’s gaze but he’s enthralled with his computer and his door is shut he wouldn’t hear Gaz anyway. What worries you is that Simon nor Soap will look at you. Not that odd for Simon since he only looks at you when you aren’t looking at him but with Soap who is always looking at you trying to distract you, his head is down and you know he’s not doing anything because he is just staring at the keyboard. 

You follow Gaz to the annex, “Take a seat”. 

You sit with your hands crossed in your lap, “Do you know why I called you back here?”

“No”

“How long have you had Simon’s number”, you look up then, surprise and disbelief on your face. Simon filed an HR complaint. against you. 

“Well, I have everyone’s number”, you start picking at a hangnail trying not to fidget in your chair, “you gave me your numbers”, you reply. 

“not in trouble, it’s just that some people are worried that you might be abusing or harassing Simon”, you can tell he is trying to do this in the nicest way possible, he has his best HR voice on. 

“Simon,said that?” , you ask back still not really comprehending where did this come from.

“You didn’t call Simon last night asking if he wanted to get dinner with you?”

“Well , I did yes but-”.

Gaz cuts you off, “That's not appropriate use of the number”. 

There’s tears welling up in your eyes. You never wanted to make Simon uncomfortable , you thought that you were friends and he was just as lonely as you were. 

“I’m going to get fired for this?”, you ask, trying to wipe the tears before they ruin your makeup. 

“No , `course not”, which has you relieved but now you're ready for this day to end. 

“So, can I head back?”

“Yeah”, and then he mentions not to worry about this, since nothing has been documented it was just a warning. Ha, you think, don’t worry about it. Now all you're going to do is worry about it. 

When you sit down at your desk you look up and see Simo giving you a question thumbs up.You nod once and then start typing on your computer to look busy. You decide to skip lunch , just trying to stay out of everyone’s way when a wacky girlfriend shows up. She doesn’t even check in with you before kissing Soap on the mouth. Loudly. Giving Simon a check kiss before heading towards you, “Did Kyle talk to you today” ,she ask sweetly. 

Who the hell is Kyle, “Kyle?”, you question. 

“Oh silly me, I forgot he only goes by his nickname, Gaz”. 

How did she know that you talk to Gaz today, “Yeah”, you answer slowly. 

“Good, I don’t want anyone to be uncomfy”, she giggles, “You know what I mean”. 

Oh.

Oh.

No you don’t because you didn’t do anything wrong, but you know what it looks like when a woman is trying to stake her claim on a man, “Yeah, I know exactly what you mean”, you reply back.

Masterlist

[paiges-1vur]

from across the crowd pt. 2… and as always enjoy loves <3 🏀⚡️🪩

“you probably have a boyfriend.. right?”

I heard what she had said, but it was like the words didn’t register in my head for another minute. i blush for a moment, and look down before looking back at her, smiling. “no..” I say giggling slightly. why am i acting this way? Tiff lock in. she seems genuinely surprised, but before surprise another emotion crosses her face that i cant decode. “a beautiful girl like you must have a boyfriend, though” she says in total surprise. she must think im lying. “no.. no boyfriend haha” I say trying to calm my nerves. why am i so worked up right now?

“well im sure your ex boyfriends regret ever leaving you, or letting you leave” she says, flattering me. i tense up for a moment. how do i put this? “ive.. never uh- had a boyfriend” i say shyly, slightly embarrassed. i can tell my cheeks are red, but i cant do anything to hide it. “no way..” she says quietly matching my volume. she pauses before speaking again. a smirk spans over her face and she puts her hands in the pockets of her sweats. my eyes flicker down to them for a minute. my breath catches in my throat. im suddenly brought back to reality by u the sound of paiges voice, louder this time. “did you hear me?” i look up to see paige a little closer than before, hovering over me. a smirk that can only be described as devilish on her face. shit. she saw me. “uhm, im so sorry, what did you say?” i say hurriedly, my face even redder than before. nice going tiff way to be nonchalant. “dont worry about it” is all she says in reply.

she looks back down, into my eyes. “whats your name, pretty?” she asks me intently, looking down at me. “my name is tiffany but my friends just call me tiff” i reply, proud of myself that i didnt forget my name. “tiffany,” paige says it again. “even your name is cute huh” i cant help but blush and look away from her for a moment.

theres silence for a minute. but not necessarily awkward silence. just us co existing with each other. i decide to say ‘fuck it’ and be bold. when is the next time im ever going to talk to a hot basketball player, who by the way seems to be very into me. i break the silence. “paige, if you want to know anything, just ask me” i say in a low voice. i could tell something was puzzling her. she knew i had never dated a guy, so im sure she was wondering if im into guys at all.. she looks down at me, her voice dropping an octave. she moves a little closer to me, and we are still in the tunnel towards the locker room so its just us still there at this point. she leans into my ear, and whispers “so no boyfriends.. hm” i can smell her scent even stronger than from her sweatshirt and it’s intoxicating. my eyes flutter closed, breathing her in. she pauses for a moment and i can hear her breathing, “no..” i reply my voice breaking slightly. just when i think shes about to question me farther she leans away from my ear. “just wanted to make sure i heard you right.” she says smirking at me.

she then reaches down next to her and grabs her bag. she puts it on and grabs her glasses, also putting those on too. i secretly hope this moment never ends. “so, will you be out celebrating the win at teds tonight?” i speak up and ask. her eyes flicker to me, still in her hoodie and she smiles. “will i see you there..?” she asks looking at me. gosh. how is she even more sexy with her glasses on. “i guess so” i reply, biting my lip.

she looks me up and down one more time. i can tell seeing me in her hoodie is making her think of a lot of different scenarios right now. “i need to go find my friends,” i finally speak, “but it was really great to meet you paige… i guess i’ll see you tonight.” I say smiling, trying to process everything that just happened in the last 20 minutes. she smiles back at me “here, let me walk you out” she walks over to me. we walk out of the stadium and i look over and up at her. she really is big. my croatian genes may have made me a lethal face card, but in the height department they lacked. heavily.

I spot my friends car and stop walking, before looking at paige. this was a sight. she had pulled on pj pants after the game and had her keys hanging out of her pocket. she had also pulled the hair from her ponytail into a messy bun. i also never would have guessed that paige had glasses. but then again, i had only known the girl for less than an hour. i move closer to her and pull her into a hug. “it was so nice talking to you, ill see you tonight paige.” i say, making sure the hug stays somewhat friendly. she bends down to hug me, and her scent floods my senses once again. “bye tiff, ill see you tonight love” I walk over to the car before really thinking about what she said. before i get into the passengers seat of the car i look back at paige. shes standing with her hands in the pockets, and her stance looks quite intimidating. as soon as she sees me get into the car safely she turned around and walked to her car.

i sit down in the passenger’s seat of madisens car. i buckle up before i look up to see everyones eyes on me. their mouths are wide open and theres silence.

“what?” silence.

“TIFFANY KAY TELL US WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK JUST HAPPENED”

[juuuulez]

🎧 | are we still friends?, michael berzatto.

don’t get green skin (green skin), keep contact (keep contact) / don’t say, "goodbye, smell you later" (bye, later) / nah, i can't / i don't want to end this season on a bad episode.

writing this was really fucking brutal for me. i’ll do something nice and sweet another time because this was rooouuughh.

Established Mikey/You, platonic Richie/You, generally just sad stuff.

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Being with Mikey was warm. That’s the only way you could describe it. Warm in the way he’d look at you, the way he smiled, laughed. His tendency to touch everyone. Kisses on cheeks and hugs from the side. You wanted that in your life, you welcomed it, warmth and love.

But now it’s cold and the cold is biting. It’s harsh and relentless, seeping through layers of black silk, penetrating the nice coat you bought for this occasion. The cigarette between your lips flares with each inhale, a reddened spark you cup your hands over, in futile hopes that it’ll give off heat. It doesn’t.

“Nice shoes.” You remark the second they’re in your vision, black and shiny. It’s not like you look up, either, staring down at the pavement and Richie’s pointed dress shoes. But you know it’s him: you can smell his cologne mixing with the smoke in the air, creating a scent that’s harsh and bitter but seemingly appropriate.

“Thanks,” He mutters, following your gaze. “Tiff bought ‘em.”

You want to make fun of him. Make some stupid remark, berate him for folding so easily, for doing what she says with no complaint. It’s what you would’ve done, what Mikey would’ve done: Lettin’ her make you pretty, huh? What— you gonna be wearing lipstick next? It’s so close yet so far, you can basically hear it, and you’re sure Richie can hear it too.

“She around here?” You end up asking instead.

And Richie shakes his head, already lighting up a cigarette. “Had to go relieve Eva’s babysitter. Some fuckin’ thirteen year-old from our street.”

“Yeah, well, one day she’s gonna be that thirteen year-old.”

The silence settles between you again, thick but not suffocating. Just there. You’re fine to leave it that way, you’ve been standing here regardless, leaning against a brick wall in the parking lot across from the funeral home. Five cigarette butts have fallen to your feet, and you intend on adding to the pile.

“Heading home after this?” Richie asks.

You don’t look up because you don’t want to see the look on his face. Worry. You hate worry, because you lived in worry. A perpetual fear, an anxiety settled deep in your gut, making your skin tingle and itch. But Mikey never seemed to mind; he taught you not to worry, to laugh more, to care less.

Look where that got you.

“Dunno,” You shrug, dropping the cigarette butt to the floor. It sizzles on some residual snow, which you squish down under your nice heels. “Was gonna try and back out of the lease.”

“Thought you loved that place?” Richie is quick to counter, “Y’know, green tiles and whatnot.”

It was a little apartment, one you’d found after hours of hunting. The green backsplash in the bathroom had caught your attention, and you’d spent days chatting anyone’s ear off about how you’d style it.

But now you shrug it off, appearing indifferent. “It’s not that big a deal.”

It’d been five weeks. Five weeks of domestic bliss, or, your equivalent to that. Of finding little trinkets and unique homewares to furnish the new place. Of getting excited after work, because you get to come home to your boyfriend, instead of an empty bed.

Boxes were still shoved into most corners of the place, not yet unpacked. For a moment you wondered if that was the intention. That, in not unpacking, Mikey was saving you the grief of eventually removing his presence from your place. He was making it easier, cutting out the middleman.

“Maybe Chicago isn’t for me.”

The words slip from your mouth before you can stop them, and you’ve finally looked up, meeting Richie’s gaze. It’s odd because he’s looking at you, and not at the same thing, like his mind is elsewhere. You get it. Your mind is also elsewhere.

“Fuckin’ stupid,” He mutters, shaking his head. “That’s bullshit and you know it.”

So you shrug, another cigarette pinched between your teeth. You don’t remember lighting it. This weird haze has you on autopilot, you’ve been in it all morning. Maybe all week.

“I dunno. Might be good to get away for a bit.” You try to justify.

“Nah, fuck that. You’re not goin’ all alien on us,” Richie continues to contest. “There are people here for you. Y’know.. Tina ‘n all the cooks, and fuckin’.. fucking Fak, and Nat.”

“Natalie said—“

“I know what she fuckin’ said, it’s bullshit.”

Richie flicks out his cigarette, letting it drop into your little pile. His jacket is ironed and those shiny shoes are covered in snow, and for the first time in ages, he looks nice. You notice it. You notice the effort he’s put in, despite everything, and you know he feels the way you do.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen,” He begins. “You’re gonna come to The Beef once a week. Eat a sandwich, talk to us, ‘n shit. And you’re gonna come to family, too. Always.”

There’s a grimace on your face at the idea. Stepping foot in the restaurant seems like a colossal task, let alone attending family. Because that’s the thing, you weren’t family, not anymore. You’d hoped that one day you would be, for certain, a Berzatto. And now that wouldn’t happen.

“I’ll try.” You end up saying, even if dread builds in your stomach. It’s the most you can do.

Richie seems to understand, letting the silence linger for another moment. “C’mon,” He sighs. “We’re getting a drink. I’m gonna pull one smile outta you tonight.”

The notion of smiling, today, seems foreign. Yet you obey regardless, following along as Richie’s hand finds your back, and he swipes the cigarette from your mouth to throw into the snow.

It ends up being a good night. As good as it can be, at least. Each memory shared, each story told is laced with an underlying bitterness, something that settles on your tongue and behind your eyes. It’s thick and equally cold as the air; prickling like goosebumps. Richie feels it too. Everyone does, but you convince yourself that it’s not forever, that it’ll go away and the warmth will return.

[celestibabs]

pairing; billy hargrove x f!reader

contents; 18+ mdni. boudoir photography, heavy petting, dry humping if you squint | wc: 1k

note; starting off simple for my return to writing... nothing too long or too spicy, but we all know that won't last very long.

Billy snatches the cigarette from his mouth as if it scolded his taste buds, flipping the envelope you’d handed him in his hand with intrigue. His perfect blonde eyebrow raised in query, he raises his gaze at you pointedly. 

“What is it?” He speaks flatly, exhaling the smoke in his lungs slowly so it kisses at his cheekbones. 

“Just open it,” you murmur quietly, worrying your lower lip with your teeth. Billy hums softly, fussing with the lip of the envelope with his fingertips and teasing your nerves. 

You’d tortured yourself over a Christmas gift for Billy, thinking of all possible options and how he’d be entirely unimpressed. Minus a new set of weights or a large tub of some kind of protein-shake powder, you knew he’d probably shove your gift in a cupboard and forget about it until he needed to take the Christmas lights out next year. 

Desperation had kicked in around two weeks before Christmas day. Wandering in and out of the few shops in Hawkins like a demented zombie had resulted in empty hands and muttered curses of frustration. Unprompted comments by Billy insisting that he didn’t want any gifts had fueled your indignation, especially given his tone had somehow strayed into something pitiful in comparison to the monotonous, bored drawl he usually offered.  

The idea came to you spontaneously. Nancy had called to tell you about a playful tiff she’d had with Jonathan over some Playboy magazine’s she’d found in his bedroom while moving her things in for Christmas. Her voice had practically faded into oblivion when you’d remembered the torn-out Playboy pages plastered to the wall above Billy’s dresser. 

It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now that Billy was pulling apart the ribbon you’d tied around the neatly wrapped gift, you’d begun to feel queasy.

Before tearing the wrapping paper, Billy prolongs your suffering with a smug smirk, clearly noticing your anticipation. He lifts the item, shaking it like a five year old rattling their present box as though it would offer insight into what lay inside. “Give me a hint.”

“Billy,” you huff, exasperated already with his antics, “Just open the stupid thing before I take it back.” 

He hums, finally pinching the edge of the wrapping between his thumb and forefinger before pulling upwards, the paper ripping open to reveal the contents inside. 

Billy paused, slowly exhaling the dregs of his cigarette in a gentle stream of smoke through his nose. 

Your heart catches. 

The glossy pages of the personalised Playboy Magazine rippled slightly as Billy brought the images closer for a better look. It was unmistakably you on the front cover, perched in a seductive position on a stool dressed in an unbuttoned blouse with peaks of the black, lacy lingerie you wore underneath. 

Poor Jonathan had been mortified when you’d begged him to take the last minute images. Despite his reluctance, and Nancy observing his every move to ensure he didn’t stare too long, he’d worked hard to ensure he could emulate the magazine quality. Of course, you hadn’t told him who they were for.

You knew you looked fantastic, but Billy’s silence was unnerving you. 

“There’s more inside,” you murmur, cheeks burning, “Some don’t have my face in them so you can tear them out and put them on your wall.” 

Another slow exhale, Billy’s eyes flitting over the magazine cover had your heart lurching in fear. Was he angry? He still didn’t say much when he began to thumb through the pages, stopping on a particularly scandalous page where you swept aside the bounce to reveal the curve of your breast, lips parted seductively but the image excluding the rest of your face. 

“Billy, I’m–” 

“Look at you,” he murmurs, taking his cigarette from his lips and stubbing it into an ashtray settled on the arm of the sofa you’re both perched on. “You want me to pin photos of you half naked on my wall, for everyone to see?”

Billy reaches forwards, taking a hold of your chin in his palm and pulling you forwards so your noses bumped together. Your breath hitches, seizing in your throat when you feel Billy’s breath fan across your face. 

“You little slut,” Billy coos, his free hand working its way between your knees to inch up the inside of your thigh. His touch leaves a delicious burn, like the smouldering embers of his cigarette end had set his fingertips alight. 

Billy’s lips brush against your own as he speaks, his fingers ghosting over the seam of your trousers to apply slight, teasing pressure to your clit. “I’ll put them up on the wall opposite the door. Make sure everyone gets to see how much of a slut you are for me.” 

You can see Billy’s cock straining against the right denim of his jeans. He’s all worked up at the idea of showing you off like this, and seems intent on dragging you down into a horny-haze too. 

“If you’d like that,” you whisper, voice catching slightly in your throat as Billy leans his head down to drag the flat of his tongue across your pulse point. You hear him chuckle softly, feel the rumble against your neck, and you’re almost certain it’s because he can somehow taste your arousal through your skin. 

“I’d love that,” he smirked, his hands slowly working their way beneath your shirt and pushing it upwards to expose the naked flesh of your stomach, squeezing at your breast when you arch your back for him. 

“Merry Christmas, Billy,” you laugh at that, your giggle faltering into a soft whine when Billy punches at your nipple, rolling the stiffened bud between the pads of his thumb and forefinger to tease you further. “Mhmmm,” Billy hums, nipping at your neck and slowly laying you back against the couch. He doesn’t seem to mind that the ashtray that had balanced on the arm of the sofa tips off onto the floor, or that the magazine falls to the floor. He’s far too busy grinding his hard cock against you. “A very merry Christmas it is.”

[aestheticaltcow]

Our Present

The Bear Masterlist

Previous part

Richie walked back into the party, confused about what had happened. He attempted to push it into the back of his head as he watched Eva and her friends run around the backyard trading friendship bracelets. He smiled to himself as he got his phone out of his pocket to take a picture to send you.

After singing Happy Birthday, eating ice cream cake, and opening presents, Richie was finally alone with Tiff. “Oh hey- I thought you left.” she laughed as she picked up empty paper cups to throw in the trash. “Yeah… what did you say to Y/N? She kinda just left… said something about talkin’ to you.” Richie asked, watching Tiffany lose the color in her cheeks. “Richie, I didn’t say anything. I swear.” Richie shook his head, “Nonono, Tiff, you said somethin’... I wanna know what you said.” she sighed and put the trashcan she’d been carrying through the living room down, “Okay- I guess I did say somethin’...” She leaned against the wall, avoiding eye contact with him. “What did you say?!” Richie demanded, trying his best not to yell, “Calm down.” Tiffany warned, crossing her arms over her chest. Richie paused, “Okay, I’m sorry, but what did you say to her?”

 “I think I gave her perspective?” Tiffany swallowed, “On what?” Richie’s face scrunched in frustration. Tiffany pushed her hands through her hair, “Okay, Richie, we’d been together for two years when she was born-” “Tiffany. What did you say.” Richie crossed her arms over his chest and stared down at Tiffany. She entered the kitchen, “I asked if she wanted to travel or get married or have a kid someday…” “I need to get out of here before I lose it.” 

“Daddy?” Eva asked from the top of the stairs as Richie huffed toward the door, “Hey, sweetheart.” he faked a smile, “Are you mad at Mommy?” he shook his head. “Don’t worry that pretty lil head about it. I had fun at your party- did you have fun?” Eva nodded, and Richie’s face softened. “That’s good… Happy Birthday, princess. I love you, okay?” Eva nodded. “I love you too, Daddy.” 

As Richie pulled into his parking spot, he noticed your missing car. Richie felt his heart rate increase as breathing became harder. He haphazardly parked and ran up the stairs. He struggled to get his key in the lock but opened the door, “Baby! You here?!” Richie yelled as soon as he’d entered the apartment. When he got no response, he walked toward your shared bedroom. He noticed your missing shoes from the cubby by the door. He shook his head, refusing to believe you’d leave him without saying anything. “Yo. Baby?” he opened the bedroom door to see the bed made and more of your possessions missing. “No. No. She wouldn’t…” he fished his phone out of his pocket and hit your contact. It immediately went to voice mail. He hung up and dialed again as he paced through your bedroom, looking into the closet to see that some of your clothes were missing. “Baby. Answer the fuckin’ phone.” Richie sighed into his phone when your voicemail came through his speaker. 

Richie walked back into the main part of the apartment and saw a note on the counter. “Sorry to leave you like this, but we want different things. My Dad said he’d come by to pick up the rest of my stuff later in the week. -Y/N” Richie stared at the paper with disbelief. He shook his head, crumpling the paper as he exited the apartment, slamming the door on his way out. You weren’t leaving him like this. 

Richie knew your parents weren’t his biggest fans, but you had to be there. Your car wasn’t parked outside their building, but you had to be there. Richie couldn’t let you leave him like this. Maybe he should have followed you when you’d left the party? He knocked on your parent’s apartment door to reveal your mom, “Richie. What are you doin’ here?” she questioned, surprised at his presence. “Hey, Mrs. Y/L/N, have you heard from Y/N?” “She left your ass, Richard.” your Dad laughed. Richie scoffed, “Have you heard from her?” Richie asked again; your mom nodded. “She said something about self-discovery? I’m not sure; she was a mess.” Richie nodded. “Thank you… can you call me if you hear from her?” she nodded. “I will, Richie.” 

Anger, hurt, confusion… Richie was ripping his hair out at what had happened between the two of you. He thought the two of you were on the same page about marriage and kids. He was sitting at the bar working on the front-of-house schedule when Lily, a friend from your serving days, approached the bar. “Hey, Richieeee…” she grimaced. “No.” Richie answered without looking up, “Richie, I asked Milo and-” “I don’t care. Answers no.” Lily sighed, “Fine. I guess I’ll just tell Y/N-” “Lily. Walk away before I fire you.” he huffed before walking back to the kitchen and into the back alley. 

Before turning the corner to go to his usual smoking spot, he heard some busboys talking about you, “Should I try to shoot my shot again? Y/N’s so fuckin’ hot now.” “Dude, she rejected you last time you tried.” “Yeah, but now she’s on the rebound- bleached her hair, postin’ sad shit on Instagram… I think I have a shot.” “You fuckin’ wish. She’s like a relationship girl, not a rebound girl.” Richie clenched his fist before quickly turning around to go back inside. He needed answers.

A few weeks had passed since the breakup, and on a rare day off, your Dad showed up at Richie’s apartment to pick up the rest of your belongings. While he didn’t like Richie, he could also see that his daughter was a bit harsh in how she’d ended the relationship. The two men awkwardly stood in the living room, “You want a beer or somethin’?” Richie asked, “No. I don’t like you, Richie, but it was cold of Y/N to break up with you the way she had.” Richie chuckled. “Yeah… where is she? She blocked me, but I gotta talk to her.” “You didn’t hear it from me, but she’s at her friend Connie’s place.” 

You slipped your headphones off when you heard yelling coming from outside your bedroom door. “She’s not fuckin’ here!” Connie yelled as you got closer to the door. “That fuckin’ bullshit- her car is outside!” Richie’s voice boomed. You swallowed before leaving the bedroom, “Connie, it’s okay- come on. Let’s get this over with.” you said, beckoning to Richie. He stood there in awe for a moment before sheepishly nodding. 

The two of you stood awkwardly before Richie finally piped up, “Y/N, you can’t just fuckin’ leave me like that.” you sighed. You knew it wasn’t the right way to end the relationship, but the thought of this. conversation triggered many memories from the past, and you couldn’t face Richie. “Richie-” “No. No. This is all bullshit. Just come home, baby.” he pleaded. You shook your head, “Why not?! Do you not love me anymore?” he asked, trying to fight back the urge to throw you over his shoulder and just take you home. “I love you, but I want to get married and maybe have a kid or two-” “Okay. Let’s get fuckin’ married then,” he interjected. You sighed, “Richie, I want you to want to marry me because you want to-.” “You said it was just a piece of paper. What fuckin’ changed?” he was struggling to contain his feelings at that point. “Just- Richie, please just go home.” you pleaded as tears started to form in your eyes, “I love you, Y/N. You wana get married- I’ll marry you. You wanna have a kid- I’ll give you a fuckin’ baby. I want to be with you, Y/N. Just come home, baby.”

You stared down at the floor until you felt Richie’s hands delicately grip your hips. As he pulls you closer to his body, your hands move to his chest and gently push him away. “You should leave Richie,” you whispered, not daring to look up at him. Richie sighed and dropped his hands. You felt his thumb under your chin and allowed it to push your chin up and finally meet his eyes. “I’m not givin’ up on this. Just think about it. Okay?”

Weeks passed, and you couldn’t shake your feelings for Richie. You tried to write it off as your first real relationship. Of course, it would take a while to get over. However, it seemed like everything had just reminded you of him. You tried to focus on your work; you tried to distract yourself with stupid reality TV. You were going to the gym every night. Lily tried to convince you to download Tinder to get your mind off of Richie, and Connie was team ‘get back together with Richie because you’re pathetically in love with him and should’ve never broken up in the first place’; you were stuck between a rock and a hard place. While you couldn’t get the man out of your head, could you really just be happy being his girlfriend forever? You stared up at the ceiling when your phone started vibrating next to you. You sighed and rolled over to see the caller ID was Carmy, “Hello?” you quickly answered, wondering why he’d be calling you at almost midnight. “Come home already.” Richie’s voice came through the speaker, “You took Carmy’s phone to call me?” “The jagoff’s passcode is 1111. He was askin’ for it.” “Dumbass is gonna get his phone stolen.” “He left it in the office- practically askin’ for it, ya know?” “Yea… I miss you.” “Then come home.” “I don’t-” “Y/N, just come home. I need you- I’ve been think’ a lot. I wasn’t the best husband to Tiff, and I guess I'm just scared I won’t be a good one to you either- GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE CARMY I SWEAR TO FUCKIN’ GOD!” “Can’t really yell at Carmy to get out of the office when you snagged his phone, Richie… but, um, I get what you’re saying.” “Yea?” “Yeah.” “Come home?” “Okay.”

[seecarrun]

“Why do girls always take forever to get ready?” Ash moaned, leaning pathetically against the wall next to their Pokemon Center room’s bathroom door, his toothbrush clutched uselessly in his hand.

Standing in front of the mirror, as she had been for the last twenty freaking minutes, Misty scoffed. “Because we actually care about how we look?” she answered snottily.

Ash smirked. “So why don’t you ever actually look good?” he asked, completely expecting the hair brush flying through the door at his head, so he was able to dodge it with a laugh.

“Pikapi,” Pikachu scolded, shaking his head.

“C’mon, she set herself up for that one.”

Misty blew Pikachu a kiss, then made eye contact with Ash again in the mirror. “Hey, hand me my brush.”

He rolled his eyes, but grabbed it off the floor and handed it over. “If you still needed it, why did you throw it?”

“Because the sink is attached to the wall,” she stated simply. He stuck out his tongue at her in the mirror.

Ash couldn’t say for sure what it was about hanging out with Misty that made him be such a punk, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it.

Maybe it was the relief of not having to be Mr. Responsible for a little bit? He had spent so many years after starting his journey with Misty and Brock kind of forced into something like a mentor role that he wasn’t sure he entirely deserved, so often traveling with younger or less experienced trainers that definitely wouldn’t appreciate him being a bit of a smartass at their expense.

Sure, he had his odd tiff with some of his companions every now and then; it wasn’t like he was always perfect and nice to everyone or anything.

But Misty was, well, Misty.

She wasn’t exactly always a sweet angel herself, and with the self confidence that allowed her to literally introduce herself to new people as a ‘world famous beauty’, it’s not like he had to worry about truly hurting her feelings with a little good-natured teasing.

Misty knew she was talented and pretty, and had no problem letting you know it. Usually loudly.

But also, messing with her was fun. He liked to get her all puffed up and annoyed, and could always count on her to give it right back.

He supposed it did kind of make sense when you thought about it. He always did enjoy a challenge.

“I’m ready!” she chirped, gliding out of the bathroom looking exactly the same as always, so he saw no real reason why she was in there for so long.

“About time,” he grumbled, breezing past her.

In the mirror, he saw her make a face at him and disappear behind the wall to find her bag.

Once he was sure she was out of sight, he smiled fondly and began to brush his teeth.

It was good to have her back.

[kesujo]

Secrets

I'm gonna be sorta blasting through these earlier ones that I've written, so I hope you don't mind the swift cadence of updates for the next week or so ^_^" [also, this is the last time I'm gonna bore you with this forewarning, but this was written really early in my writing career ... :D]

The door of the homey apartment room squeaked open, reveling a flustered, brown-haired girl, face red from the coldness of the winter afternoon. On her back was a backpack much to big for her frame, but somehow, she managed to support the immense weight.

"Tiff! Taengoo! I'm home!" the girl yelled into the seemingly empty house, taking off her boots and her thick, black winter coat, "Jessica" on the back, written in a light blue cursive font.

She hung her coat on the rack next to the door and slipped on a pair of light blue slippers decorated with small rabbits at the toes

"Aish, why is it so hot in here?" she murmured, dropping off her backpack near a white table with a pattern of a chibi form of three girls standing next to each other, smiling. A caption beneath the pattern said "TaeNySic".

She took off her dark blue sweater, insides lined with fur, revealing a black T-Shirt, dotted with neat, staggered rows of silver that reflected light and produced a weak sparkle.

She pulled a chair back and sat at the table, unzipping her backpack and taking out a Macbook laptop. As she opened the lid and powered the Macbook on, the screen lighting up as the laptop hummed with life, she suddenly lifted her head past her laptop, realizing that no one responded to her.

"Tiff? Tae?"

A distinct moan was heard.

She instantly became alert. What was wrong? Were they in pain? Did a burglar break in and hurt them?

Her head ringed with every possible scenario. Another moan, a little louder, brushed past her ears.

Well at least I took taekwondo classes she thought to herself, heading towards the source of the noise, stopping at the kitchen to grab a rolling pin just in case.

She cautiously moved towards the first bedroom, a piece of paper saying "Taeyeon" on it hanging above it. Another moan.

Hang in there guys. I'm coming she thought, heart pounding, adrenaline doing laps inside her body.

She hovered her hand above the door, right hand tightly clenching the rolling pin. She took a few deep breaths, mentally preparing herself for combat.

Right as she was about to swing the door open, the door creaked open by itself.

Startled, she jumped back, rolling pin poised in front of her. "D-Don't move! I--"

"Sica?" another shorter girl with wavy, light brown hair said, head peeking out of the doorway.

She let out a sigh of relief. "What's the matter, Sica?"

"You scared me, Taengoo. I thought you guys were hurt,"

"Why would you think that?" the girl asked, eyes lighting up as if preparing for laughter.

"Well, you guys were making some kind of noise," she quickly explained, words pouring out her mouth, "so I wasn't sure what to make of it. And when you guys didn't respond to--"

"Whoa, slow down Sica. Fany and I were practicing something in here, so we didn't hear you."

Curious as to what kind of activity would induce a moan, she asked, "like…?"

"Oh, it's a surprise," the girl replied, smiling brightly at her.

Jessica frowned. She didn't like secrets, especially when they were being kept from her.

"Aww, don't worry. We'll let you in tonight," she said, winking.

Jessica felt her cheeks turn a little warm. What was this feeling?

The door swung open, revealing another girl about Jessica's height, straight light-brown hair hugging her face, eyebrows glistening from … sweat? "Jessi!" the other girl greeted her, hugging her friend.

"Tiff, are you sweating?"

"Hm?" she pulled away from the hug, wiping her brows. "Oh, I guess I am,"

"Why?"

"You'll find out soon enough," she replied, giving a big smile, eyes disappearing into thick-black, sideways crescents. She proceeded to walk past her, her sweater tickling her stomach.

She sighed. Oh well; she could wait six to seven hours, right?

∞∞∞∞∞∞

Jessica closed her laptop, rubbing her eyes from exhaustion. She looked at the clock: 11:14. "I'm going to shower, guys," she told the other two girls who were smiling at their screens. "Hey, what are you two smiling about?"

They simultaneously closed their laptops, looking up at her. "Nothing," they chorused, smiling at her. Raising an eye, she turned towards the bathroom. Oh yeah, I get to find out what the 'secret' is tonight she reminded herself.

She pondered the topic as she gathered her pajamas and her towel. Why was Fany sweating? Were they exercising?

She shook her head. Not likely: why would they keep that info away from her? It's not a big deal to be exercising. Plus, Jessica definitely knew she wouldn't join them if that happened to be the case: she definitely was fit enough.

Or maybe they were teaching themselves dancing? And the sound was from frustration?

Jessica frowned as she closed the bathroom door. Keeping her out of that wasn't nice. They knew she loved dancing, as well as singing.

As she stepped out of her clothes, she started singing "Gee", her favorite Girls' Generation song.

She absolutely loved SNSD especially since there was someone in that group that looked like Tiffany. They even shared a similar smile, which, in Jessica's opinion, was the most attractive feature of her best friend.

Not that Jessica was actually attracted to her. It was just a fact; everyone loved her smile.

The simple thought of her smile caused Jessi to smile. She was so deep into her thoughts that she almost didn't notice the door open, a silhouette sneaking in. As the person exited, Jessi noticed it. "Hey! What--"

"I just forgot to get something I left in here!" she heard Tiff reply.

"Oh," she shouted back, nodding in understanding. She didn't even notice the absence of silhouette of her clothes in the place she left them, on the sink counter.

Instead, she started to think what Tiffany and Taeyeon dancing would like. Her mind quickly drifted to when TaeNy had entered a dancing contest together, dancing "U-Go-Girl". And then … her face quickly turned red images of them dancing with her filled her head.

After a while, she finally realized what she was doing and quickly stopped, realizing she was sweating, despite the fact that she was in a shower.

Wait. She was sweating. They couldn't, maybe, be --? No, probably not. It was probably only her that was a little gay.

She then caught herself as she exited the shower, turning the handle to the "off" position. Wait. Since when was she a little gay? She loved her best friends, but …

She blanked out as she reached for her clothes. Instead, her hand met the cold counter marble.

Wait, she thought to herself for the second time that day. Where were her clothes? she thought to herself, sweeping the room with her eyes.

Then, she remembered; Tiffany came in. "Tiffany!" she shouted, immediately suspecting her. This wasn't the first time they did this, either. She couldn't believe she trusted her with her clothes while she was in the shower again.

"Yeah?" she heard a small voice reply.

"Give me my clothes back!" Jessica yelled, looking for a towel. But that was also missing. She heard light footsteps gradually getting louder. Jessica flushed at the thought of her seeing her naked.

"W-Wait!" she frantically stepped back into the shower. Just as she closed the sliding door, she heard the door open. "I-I don't have any c-clothes on!"

She heard Tiffany's musical laugh. "It's not like I haven't seen you naked before, Jessi,"

"B-But that was in fifth grade!"

"And now you're more beautiful. So there's nothing to be afraid of," Tiffany replied, reaching for the handle of the sliding door

Jessi quickly held the door in place. "Don't!" she whined, unwilling to let her brain make any decisions she would regret.

She stopped. "Fine. I'll open the door a little, and then hand you a towel, ok?"

"Get out of the room first. You can hand it to me from out there," Jessica said, not liking being confined to such a small space. Plus, the shower could be an additional hiding space in case she tried anything funny. Like take a picture, again (luckily, she managed to find the picture on Tiffany's phone and delete it).

"Wow. Getting dominant here, huh?" she said in her husky voice. She often used this to tease Jessi. In this case, it made her more red. "I like it," she said in a softer voice, still keeping the deeper effect.

"S-Stop it," she whined again. "I'm getting cold."

She laughed again. "Ok, I'm sorry," she said. Jessi watched her exit the room, trying not to pay attention to her long legs.

Once she heard the door click close, she waited a second, just to make sure, before stepping out.

Jessi jumped a little when she saw the door open, but then remembered Tiffany was going to hand her a towel. She verified this when she noticed the door only opened slightly, a milky-white hand clutching a body-sized pink towel appearing in the opening.

"Thanks," she murmured, taking the towel and wrapping it around herself.

"Yep!" Tiffany replied brightly before walking off.

As Jessica heard footsteps fade away, she stuck her head outside of the door, just to make sure. Tiffany was nowhere in sight.

She breathed a sigh of relief and stepped out.

What she didn't take into account, though, was that Tiffany might be on the other side of the door.

Before Jessica could take three steps, she felt a pair of soft, warm hands grab her shoulders firmly and push her against a wall.

Jessi closed her eyes and opened her mouth to scream, in an attempt to delay TaeNy's attack on her to get another picture of her in nothing but a towel, but was thwarted when she felt something warm come in contact with her mouth.

It was surprisingly relaxing. So much so, in fact, that Jessica instantly forgot all about the picture attack and relaxed all her tense muscles, her scream dying back in her throat.

"Mmh…" she heard a husky voice hum in pleasure, the warm thing on her mouth curving upwards slightly. Then, she realized something. Was she kissing Tiffany?

She opened her eyes and found herself staring straight into Tiffany's eyes, curving upwards from happiness.

"Mhm!" she let out a sound of surprise, trying to back away, forgetting completely, that she was just pushed into a wall. Actually, she was a bit thankful that she couldn't back away, because honestly, she was enjoying the kiss. Mostly because this kiss was much like ones she shared with guys; except for the fact that Tiffany's tasted like cherries.

It’s not like she hasn't kissed anyone before. Jessica had her fair share of boyfriends. She even, supposedly, accidentally kissed Taeyeon once, while Taeyeon was trying to wake her up; apparently, Jessica had just made a noise of defiance and pulled her straight down onto her body, her mouth just happening to find Jessica's.

Or so TaeNy told her. But what she did remember doing was waking up to the sight of Tae's wide-open eyes, filled with obvious signs of shock.

She had been dreaming about being at the bar with Taeyeon and Tiffany, for some strange reason. She also remembered that she started drinking her Coke, except it was warm and tasted extremely good. And yes, she ordered a Coke at a bar. She had low alcohol tolerance; plus, she was the designated driver. So it was always a fun thing to watch how TaeNy acted when drunk. It was actually pretty cute.

A pair of hands snaked their way under her towel. Before Jessica could react in time, Tiffany pulled away from the kiss and broke Jessica's hold on her towel, causing it fall to the floor.

Then, Tiffany stepped forward, occupying the space between Jessica's bare body and her clothed one.

An immense sensation of pleasure coursed through her body. Her eyes fluttered shut as she tried to take in the sudden increase in adrenaline and hormonal changes. In the end, the pleasure came out through her mouth, producing a drawn-out moan.

"I can see you're ready for this," she heard Tiffany say, voice hinting at laughter.

Jessi strained to create a reasonable reply. Tiffany latching her mouth onto her neck certainly did not help her predicament. "F-Fany-uhn!" she moaned as Tiffany nipped at a particularly sensitive spot under her jaw. Tiffany had discovered this a year ago, or so.

TaeNy loved teasing Jessica with physical contact, so she would know.

Without separating her mouth from Jessi's neck, Tiffany loosened the string on her sweatpants and slowly slid out of the restricting piece of fabric.

"Wh-What…" Jessi started, hearing the string loosening come down, as well as the distinctive sound of fabric sliding on skin. "T-Tiff-uhn!" She was cut off as Tiffany nipped at her jaw again.

"Sshh …" Tiffany hushed her. "We wouldn't want Tae to find out about this, would we?"

She felt her heart pick up its pace. Taeyeon.

However, instead of fearing a scenario where Tae sees them, Jessica started to imagine what it would be like if she joined. Her face reddened even more. No, I shouldn't be thinking of her like this. She's too innocent to-"Ng!" she moaned as her thoughts were interrupted, Tiffany's hand brushing her nipple.

Tiffany, noticing Jessi's gradually darkening face, smiled. She was always the most innocent one of the three, despite being having the most desirable body.

Tiffany stripped herself of her sweater, letting it fall to the floor before reaching back down, making sure to brush Jessi's nipple again (drawing another sexy moan), to grab the hem of her shirt.

She stepped away from Jessi for an instant to strip herself of her last piece of clothing.

Right as Tiffany stepped away, Jessi whined, already missing the feeling of Tiffany's body.

The empty feeling only lasted for an instant as Tiffany stepped back in, this time pressing her naked body onto Jessi's.

Jessi immediately felt a surge of pleasure as she felt Tiffany press her chest into hers. "Uh-" she began to moan, but was cut off as Tiffany placed her mouth back on Jessi's again.

Tiffany drew Jessica into a heated kiss, lips moving in synch with each other almost immediately.

Feeling more confident with herself now that Jessi responded to her kiss, as well as feeling aroused at the feeling of her best friend's body on hers, Tiffany placed her hands on the sides of Jessica's chest, slowly sliding them down her body, enjoying the feeling of Jessica's silky skin under her palms.

"Uhn…" Jessi gave out a muted moan in response to the increasingly pleasurable actions.

Just as Jessi felt the need for air, Tiffany pulled away, her hands tracing small circles on Jessi's upper thigh.

"T-Tiff–!" she drew a sharp breath as Tiffany daringly moved her hand a little farther up.

Tiffany smiled, pleased with Jessi's response. "Sshhh," she told her, pushing her against the wall, still tracing invisible circles inches away from Jessi's core.

Jessi's breath quickened, the feeling of Tiffany's finger rubbing such a sensitive spot becoming more and more pleasurable. But she started to feel something else: something she hasn't felt before: the feeling to grab Tiffany's fingers and drive them upwards.

She used what little resistance she had left, trusting Tiffany completely to continue do whatever she was doing.

Tiffany continued tracing circles, moving her hand up a little every five seconds or so. But to Jessi, those few seconds felt like an eternity: and with every inch forward, the feeling of pleasure increased. And with every movement up caused the unknown feeling to grow in strength.

Tiffany looked up to see Jessi's nose scrunched up, her eyes tightly shut, mouth slightly open, letting out quick and frequent breaths, eyebrows already shining with sweat. Feeling extremely aroused by this sight, she leaned in and once again, pressed her body onto Jessi's and captured her lips.

However, unknown to Tiffany, her leaning forward caused her hand to shoot up, causing it to end up a few inches short of Jessi's labia.

In a sudden uproar of the mysterious feeling, Jessica poured its strength into the kiss, bringing her hands up to grab Tiffany's head and hold it firmly, sharing a passion hidden from anyone she has ever kissed before.

Tiffany, turned on by this passion, let out a throaty moan, letting Jessi be dominant. Her initial plan didn't escape her mind though; as soon as Jessi grabbed her head, Tiffany hovered a finger over the labia, feeling an immense amount of heat escaping from it.

Then, without warning, she placed a single finger on it and slid it across the whole length of the labia, sliding easily as it was already lubricated with pre-cum.

"Hng!" The beast inside of Jessica was let loose for a moment, instantly commanding her to buck violently in response to the immense feeling of pleasure. However, it did not reach its goal of forcing Tiff's fingers inside her before coming back under Jessica's control.

Tiff broke the kiss, face still centimeters from Jessi's face. "A bit eager, are we?" she asked, grinning at Jessi, who still had her eyes tightly shut, mouth open, drawing in sharp breaths.

"Do-Don't–HNG!" she moaned again as Tiff interrupted her by sliding her finger down her labia again, but this time, brushing the clit.

Tiffany's grin widened as Jessica bucked downwards again, attempting to receive more contact from her fingers.

She proceeded to bend down, but before she would capture a nipple, she heard light footsteps coming up the staircase. And before she could do much but turn her head towards the direction of the stairs, Tae appeared with a curious look on her face.

Tiff immediately froze, eyes wide. She was caught.

Jessi noticed Tiff freeze. "T-Tiff?" she asked, opening her eyes, only to see her step in and press their bodies together. "Nh," she moaned, closing her eyes again, still not used to the extremely pleasurable feeling.

"Uh … hi Tae," Jessi suddenly heard Tiff say nervously. Oh, Tae was here.

Then, in a sudden realization of what that meant, her eyes flung wide open, following TIff's gaze onto a small, slim figure standing on the top of the staircase. Taeyeon.

"Fany," she started with a dangerous edge to her voice. Her eyes darkened … with what? Anger?

"Y-Yes?" she replied nervously, hugging Jessi even tighter. Her eyes closed again in response to the adrenaline.

After a few seconds, she finally heard Taeyeon sigh. "Why didn't you wait for me?" Jessi heard her whine in the cute voice that she only uses when begging us to buy ice cream for her, and always works.

She also heard Tiffany sigh, loosening her grip on her. "Well, I couldn't help myself, and I–"

"But we promised!" Taeyeon cut her off, adding a sad tone to her voice.

"But when I was giving her the towel, a picture of Jessi, naked," Jessi turned deep red at this.  "–just appeared in my head and I–"

Taeyeon sighed again. "I knew I should have taken this part,"

"It's not like you would've been able to resist," Tiffany countered, sticking out her tongue and hugging Jessi tightly again.

"Mm," she groaned with surprise, causing a sudden rush of adrenaline, yet again.

"Well, I would have had a better chance than you did," Taeyeon replied. Then, it dawned on her: they had planned this.

"F-Fany," Jessi said weakly, voice still shaky from the feeling of Tiff's chest on her's.

"Hm?" she turned her head back towards Jessi.

"D-Does your s-secret in-involve…"

"Oh, right! We still have to show you our secret!" How Tiffany could still be this happy while doing something like hug Jessi while both of them where bare skinned escaped Jessi.

She released herself from Jessi, causing her to whine, which drew a tinkling laugh from Tiffany, and took her hand, leading her into Taeyeon's bedroom, stopping them at the front of the bed.

"Taengoo; Plan C, ok?"

"You're lucky I predicted this would happen," she teased Tiffany.

Tiffany stuck out her tongue at Taeyeon before walking behind Jessica.

Jessi watched Tiffany questioningly as she walked behind her, wondering what 'Plan C' was.

As soon as she got behind Jessi, Tiffany pressed her chest into Jessi's back, drawing out a gasp, and rested her chin on Jessi's shoulder. "Look at Taengoo, ok?" she whispered to her, bringing her hands to Jessi's breasts and rubbing them.

"Nh," was Jessica's only reply as she hastily turned her attention to Taeyeon.

Once Taeyeon met Sica's eyes, she smiled and nodded to Tiffany, who nodded back.

She looked at Jessi again, who was looking questioningly at Taeyeon. Taeyeon grinned at her before reaching to the hem of her shirt and slowly helping herself out of it.

Jessica stared at her, wide eyed. She knew she shouldn't be looking, but some unseen force was keeping her head in place, and her eyes unblinking. Watching Taeyeon go so slow was painful to watch; Jessica wanted to go up to her and rip off her clothing, but Tiffany's arms kept her in place. And it was a good thing, too, because she probably would have scared Taengoo.

After she finally slipped her head out of the shirt, Jessi's eyes devoured Taengoo's milky white skin, not a minuscule flaw to be found; her gaze was so concentrated that she didn't even notice Tiffany's hands move up.

Noticing Jessi's intense stare, she grinned devilishly, causing Jessi to remember her position. She flushed a deep red.

Taeyeon barely contained her squeal. Sica’s so cute when she was blushing!

But remembering her duty, she continued by loosening her belt, throwing it to the side when she was done. Taeyeon glanced back up: yep, she still had her attention.

Smiling to herself, she slowly slid the jeans off her legs, revealing her perfectly smooth legs, tone matching that of her upper body. After the jeans fell to the ground, Taeyeon took a step forward, leaving the jeans in a pool behind her.

Jessi's gaze was undeterred by this: Taeyeon was now in nothing but an extremely revealing dark-red bra with matching panties. The sight of her reawakened the beast.

But before she had a chance to ravage her body with her eyes more, Jessi suddenly felt a pair of smooth hands pinch her nipples. "Ng!" she moaned in surprise, finally snapping out of her trance, blinking.

Taeyeon caught her breath as Tiffany molested Sica's breasts with more vigor; the sight, as well as Sica's moan, had already turned her on. However, remembering her part of the plan, she reached behind her back, wondering why she didn't force Tiffany to do the stripping.

Her hands roamed her back until she finally found the back of her bra; relieved, she unhooked it and pulled the bra off, but not bringing it down.

She looked up at the JeTi pair; at this point, they were both staring at Taeyeon, mouths slightly open.

Grinning, she pulled the ends of the bra against each other, making it so that it was still covering their view of her chest. She saw Tiffany press extra hard on Sica's breasts, drawing out another gasp from Sica. Caught off guard, her fingers loosened their grip on the bra, and eventually let them fall.

Their eyes widened even more as it fell to the ground. Taeyeon, realizing she couldn't pick it back up, slid a few fingers under her already wet panties, and pull them down.

She kept eye contact with them as she let the underwear pool on the ground and walked towards them, swaying her hips.

While doing so, she heard Jessi's breathing become audible. She laughed to herself: was her stripping really that effective?

She also noticed Tiffany stopped her ministrations to just stare at her, despite having already seen her bare body before. Sica didn't seem to mind, though, as she was also too busy staring at Tae.

She stopped when she was a few inches away from Sica and Fany. "Done goggling?" she asked, grinning widely.

Jessi, realizing what she has been doing the whole time, blushed and lowered her gaze. Only that didn't help because her eyes landed on Taengoo's legs. She found herself short on breath again.

"Oh, right. Sorry," Tiffany said, removing her hands from Jessica's breasts and on her upper thighs.

"Sica, look up."

She obediently lifted my head back up only to see Taeyeon close the gap between them, meshing their chests together. Jessi leaned her head back and rolled her eyes to the back of her head, pleasure overwhelming her from both the front and back. "Ngh," she moaned, unable to control herself anymore.

TaeNy carefully carried her onto the bed, with Tiffany still behind Jessica who was face up. Taeyeon crawled up Jessica's body and wrapped her legs around her waist.

Tiffany lifted Jessi's head back up to its upright position, then positioned her mouth next to Jessi's ear. "This," she whispered, "is our secret."

She barely registered Tiff talking to her though, as Tiff's fingers already started to crawl upwards and onto her soaking wet labia.

"We agreed to mutual share the pleasure: I finger you, you finger Tae, and Tae fingers me. Ok?"

Jessica nodded, hormones still running rampant in her body.

As Tiffany guided Jessi's hands onto Tae's upper thighs, Taeyeon placed hers on Tiffany's. Two gasps were heard as soon as the hands met the soft legs.

"Move them up, Jessi," Tiffany instructed her as she placed her fingers on Jessi's labia once again, causing another loud sharp intake of breath.

She followed her orders, though, and slid her hands up to meet skin coated with something sticky. "Mh," Taeyeon moaned, her aching hormones finally being satisfied.

"And then insert them, like this," Tiff continued, finding the entrance and plunging her fingers in.

"MNG!" Jessi screamed, pleasure overloading her brain, a strange kind of pressure starting to build up in her stomach. "Ng! Ng!" she panted as Tiff began to thrust her fingers inside her.

"C'mon Jessi, you're turning me on," Taeyeon whined, feeling both anxious and impatient at the sound of JeTi already starting.

"SorRY!" she tried to apologize, what was interrupted by Tiff's thrust again.

Trying her best to concentrate, Jessi slid her finger across the length of the labia, finally going as a reaction to Tiff's thrusts.

"Mhph," she moaned in response, the building impatience and anxiety being replaced with pleasure. Then, realizing she hasn't started on Fany, she found her opening and slid two fingers in.

"Taeng…" Tiff moaned. In a move to try and distract herself, she leaned in on Jessi and landed her mouth, once again, on her smooth neck.

"Hmg!" Jessi groaned as Tiff nipped her neck, beginning to move her fingers inside of Tae.

"Sica … y-you l-learn we-weLL!" Tae felt a sudden increase in adrenaline as Jessi accidentally brushed her clit.

But the pressure in Jessica's stomach distracted her from anything else, as she focused almost all of her effort on withstanding that pressure. "T-TiffaNG … my st-stomach f-feels…"

Taeyeon, being distracted with Jessi's thumb resting itself on the tip of her clit, was unable to answer, as the thumb seemed to tease her: it felt good, but at the same time, it wasn't enough. So, in order to gain more, she had to constantly buck into her thumb, while making sure she didn't fall off.

Tiffany, noticing this, removed her mouth. "Th-that pressure is–!" she was cut off as Tae added another finger. "NNNhh … is nat-tural," she informed her while trying to get used to Tae's fingers. "It-It's oh-ng-kay to re-release the pressurE NNG," she attempted to tell her, but again, was interrupted as Tae added another finger.

Trusting Tiffany, she released the pressure. "HN!" she screamed, immediately feeling something escape from her core, causing her to shudder violently. She instantly felt herself drained of energy, but Tiffany's fingers were relentless.

However, knowing that Jessi would have a hard time reaching her climax again right after her first one, especially since she was new at this, brought one hand up to her breasts, slid them in between Jessi's and Tae's, and started to rub the soft skin.

"T-Tiff…I-I can't…" Jessi gasped, desperately trying to keep up her pace inside of Taeyeon. "Taengoo, s-sorry…"

"S-Sica, j-just HN-you're d-doing f-fine," she informed her. "J-Just k-keep your f-finger on th-that n-nub," Taeyeon told her.

As soon as Jessi followed Tae's orders, Tae leaned forward and bit her shoulder, screaming into her silky skin.

The pain, however, was nullified as Tiffany navigated her palm to the nipple and started to rub there. The pressure in her stomach started to build up again.

The sound of squelching filled the room, accompanied with lustful moans. In fact, if it hadn't been for the sound-proof walls, designed to for capturing Taeyeon's voice so her recordings would be high quality, neighbors would have probably been suspicious. Scratch that, Jessica probably would have found out sooner if it hadn't been for that piece of technology.

Tiffany broke the unspoken pact of no talking. "Taeng, I-I'm–". She was unable to finish her sentence, as Tae had already sensed this and began to thrust faster. "I-I'm–NG!" Tiffany screamed, releasing her bodily fluids.

However, at her climax, Tiffany accidentally pinched Jessi's nipple extra hard, causing her to scream as well, also releasing the pressure yet again.

Taeyeon, now satisfied that she lasted the longest, buried her face into Jessi's neck to muffle her scream as she released as well.

Exhausted, the trio fell onto the bed, with Taeyeon beneath Jessi and Tiffany falling to the side of them. "We have to clean each other up," Tiffany reminded them.

"Huh?"

"Do you feel that stickiness in between your legs?"

Now that it was mentioned, Jessica did feel something sticky resting on her upper thighs. "Yeah," she said with a disgusted face.

Taeyeon laughed at her reaction. "Don't worry about it much, it can be licked away easily,"

She nodded, happy there was a method to get rid of it. But as Taeyeon flipped them around and turned her body to face Jessi's legs, she realized what would happen while cleaning that part. "Wait-!" the revelation came too late, as Taeyeon already started to run her tongue along the sides of her legs, causing Jessi to squirm in pleasure. When she reached the labia, Jessi used every ounce of her remaining strength to keep back the beast that wanted to buck into Taengoo's face.

After what seemed like an eternity, Taeyeon reemerged. "Ok Jessi, you're going to clean up both of us, ok?"

She reluctantly agreed and bent her head down, cautiously licking off the white liquid on Taeng's legs. However, she stopped as she reached the labia, also coated with the with substance. "Um–"

"Its ok, Jessi. You can lick that part," Tiffany told her. She nodded and slowly inched her head forward, sticking out her tongue to receive the fluid. Jessi darted out her tongue and quickly licked away a small amount of the fluid, but this still caused Taeyeon to moan softly. However, this was unheard by Jessi, who preceded to lick away the fluid with more confidence.

As she licked away the last bit, she pulled her head back to notice that there was a little bit more on a curious little nub located on the top of the labia. She leaned in again to clean that part up.

As soon as her tongue met the nub, Taeyeon bucked her hips in response, using her legs to trap Jessi's face, giving out an audible moan.

While she was trying to process what just happened, she felt Tae's head be lift off her upper thighs, a warm hand spreading her legs, and a smooth pair of legs fitting in with her core.

Jessi let out a moan, surprised, as she felt a cool liquid contact the entrance to her core, followed by legs wrapping around her waist.

"Hmm…" Tiffany hummed, beginning to thrust her core into Jessi's, creating a pleasurable friction.

Jessi felt Taeng thrust onto her face again, causing her nose to brush the little nub again.

"Ung," Taeyeon moaned, thrusting once more.

Not again...

Part 2 link here

[luveline]

Hey jade!!!! I love your work ❤️❤️. I was wondering if you would do more of the kisses before dinner au? Maybe just some fluff of Steve and r taking care of the new baby?? Or anything you want with them—I just love that au so much. Thanks!!!

dad!steve and mom!reader finding a balance with the new baby<3 thank you for your request!

Steve Harrington was meant to be a dad. He’s wanted to have kids since he was young, twenty and broken-hearted thinking up futures he worried he might never have. And then he met you, and all too soon (somehow not soon enough) you were having his baby, and now he’s here. 

He can’t believe it. 

The baby sleeps in his arms. She’s three weeks old, so so small, and she looks a lot like you, in his opinion. You’d laughed fondly and exhausted into his shoulder when he told you his theory a couple of minutes ago, saying, Babies look like babies, Steve. 

Still, Steve looks at her and he can’t help hoping she’ll have your eyes, your nose, your big pretty smile. 

You’re dozing with your head propped against his shoulder, drooling down his arm. Avery’s in your lap, and she doesn’t seem disappointed that you’ve fallen asleep. Steve worried she might be, because with the new baby finally here and home, Avery’s not getting nearly as much attention as she should. Steve feels guilty but he knows everything will be back to normal soon. You can only do what you can. 

“What do you think, Ave?” he asks quietly. “She look like your mom?”

“I hope she looks like you so she looks like me,” Avery says. 

“But what about Bethie?” Steve asks. Avery is the oldest, Bethie her junior. 

“What about Beth?”

“If you look like me, and Dove looks like me,” —Dove, the former youngest, your two year old— “and then the baby looks like me, only Beth looks like your mom.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing,” he says genuinely. 

Steve never thought he was ugly, but seeing his face on someone else’s, seeing the brown of his eyes staring back at him through Avery’s gaze, it gave him an appreciation for his features that he never had before. But… you’re beautiful. The love of his life, before and after his children. He thinks it’s only fair that these sweethearts you made near enough by yourself would carry you with them in more than their actions. It’s the reason he finds himself so sweet on Bethie. (All his girls are gorgeous and loved, of course, but he looks at Beth and he sees you every now and then. He catches you in her unassuming smiles and hears you in her laugh and he can’t help it, he leans over to give her hair a good stroke.) 

But again, if the baby looks like Steve, it won’t matter. In the same way it didn’t matter that she was another girl. She’ll be just as loved as the rest of them, no matter what. She already is. 

Like she knows she’s being talked about, the baby coughs in his arms. Steve’s a pro at babies now, truly, he knows all the steps. He’s a great dad. And still his heart stops when he’s reminded of how new she is, how fragile.

How strong, too. Her little leg twitches against his chest. Steve beams down at her, relieved when she stays sleeping.

“Did you and mom pick a name yet?” Avery whispers. 

“Why? Do you have any ideas?” Steve asks back. 

“I don’t know.”

Steve tries to pour as much of his love and pride for her into his expression as he can. “Come on, Avery, tell me. I can’t promise we’ll choose one, but I wanna hear your ideas. What names do you like?”

“I liked Heather,” she says. That was one Steve suggested. You’d been unsure. 

“Yeah?”

“And Tiffany, too. We’d be Ave, Beth, Dove and Tiff.”

“You’d sound like a TV show,” Steve laughs. 

Avery giggles. “Okay, what about Sarah? Or Jessica?”

“I know too many Jessica’s,” Steve says, “but Sarah’s really nice.” 

Steve doesn’t know what you’ll choose. Three weeks is the longest one of his girls has gone without a name, because this time you just can’t pick. Avery had a name before she was born, and you got one look at Dove and knew, but Bethie hadn’t been so easy, and now this new baby is following suit. 

“Dad?”

“What?”

“She’s awake.”

Steve looks down, perplexed, and finds Avery’s right. The baby is awake in his arms, unmoving beside her slow sticky blinks. 

“Some babies don’t open their eyes for weeks,” Steve tells Avery. 

“Did I open mine?”

He nods. “You did.”

You rouse against Steve’s shoulder like you can tell the baby is alert. Maybe you can. You sit up with a little moan that makes his heartbreak in half for you, and your hand shoots to your hips. You’ve had a lot of pelvis pain, and some additional soreness where expected. 

“You okay?” he asks. 

You barely hear him, love and tenderness in every line and pore of your face. “My baby,” you say, with more emotions in your voice than there are words to describe. “Look, she’s looking at you.”

You pull Avery into your chest and she melts at the affection. She must be missing you more than she’ll say. You notice as Steve notices, tearing your gaze from the newborn against his chest to dot kisses in a bow over her forehead. “My first baby,” you say, delighted. “Sorry for falling asleep. Tell me about your day, honey, I promise I won’t fall asleep again.”

The baby starts crying eventually, and Avery’s face falls. You’re torn, Steve can tell, but you look at him with a smile that says, You have it, right?

Of course he does. Parenting is a balance you struck with one another a long time ago. He takes the baby into the kitchen to heat up a bottle of milk, and listens to you and Avery talking in the living room, hand pat pat patting the baby’s back. 

“Hi, daddy.”

Steve pauses. He holds the baby tight to his chest, before bending down to look under the kitchen table. 

“Oh, there my girls are. I thought you were upstairs watching Princess Polly.”

Dove and Bethie are under the table with a pack of crayons and a huge pad of paper. There’s paper scraps everywhere, and they couldn’t look happier in their mismatched pyjamas. Bethie’s the one who’d spoken, and she’s looking at him like he hung the moon.

Dove holds up her drawing. “Look!” she says. 

“I’m looking!” he promises. “Woah! So pretty!”

Bethie won’t show hers. “Mine’s for mommy.”

“I see. Sure I can’t have a little sneak peek?”

She shakes her head. Steve kneels down on the floor so he can watch them drawing, the baby against his chest, bottle held to her mouth. He stays there as the baby falls asleep and is overjoyed by the sound of wax on paper, Dove’s happy babbling, and your laughter echoing in from the living room. 

“Aw, baby,” you’re saying, like Avery’s told you something silly, “I love you.” 

Steve doesn’t know who he’s trying to say it to, but he mouths it after you anyhow. I love you. All his girls. 

The baby hiccups. 

Steve thinks it might be her first love you too. 

—

more of this universe <3 please consider reblogging if you enjoyed<3

[twistedwonderlandimaginesblog]

can i ask for leona with birds of paradise + tulip?? am a sucker for the lion man

(I only do one flower per request!)

Leona Kingscholar: 

Birds Of Paradise - giving a gift to the other person that they’ve always wanted. 

You don’t think you’ve ever lived like this before.

When you rolled out of bed you were greeted with the sunrise, the silky sheets sliding off your body as you planted your feet on the warm floor.  You could hear some hustle and bustle despite the early morning hours in the palace, a little smile coming to your face at how lively it seemed at all hours of the day. Leona might have disliked his home for his own personal reasons but it hadn’t taken you long to grow fond of it, his brother and sister-in-law being quite welcoming to the person that brought Leona back home.

You had fights about this before, about how welcoming his home was despite the rumors that might be whispered throughout. You tried not to ignore Leona’s feelings but when you remembered your own home, the overbearing dread you felt every time you stepped foot in your house when you were sent home from NRC during holidays, you just couldn’t wrap your head around it. But you hadn't seen the dark side of the palace, of being royalty, and you couldn't pretend to know even as his future spouse.

You’re lost in your thoughts, trying to hide from the ghosts of your pasts, the sound of your parents’ voices drilled into your head. Despite such a good start to the morning when Leona had gotten into another tiff with his brother, it had reminded you of all too unpleasant memories. Leona himself needed a moment to cool off and you had let him go do so, finishing out the lunch though it was an extremely strained one after the shouting match. Before either Fareena or his wife could address you, you scurried from the room, feeling like being alone yourself.

You don’t remember details as much now, it’s like your childhood is a black hole with only a few spots here and there that you could look back on. You settled yourself somewhere you could feel the warmth of the sun on your skin and yet these memories still sent a chill through your body, rubbing your arms in an attempt to get yourself together. It had been so long since you’d felt this dagger of anxiety lodge itself in your chest, afraid to remove it in case it caused you to bleed out. Your fingers dwelled over your heart, urging it to slow down for just a moment, wanting to simply catch your breath.

“What are you up to?” You feel a flick to the back of your head and are surprised to see Leona looking down at you, an eyebrow raised. It was nearing dinner and you always went on a walk with Cheka to get some of his energy out before you all ate together, but you had been notably missing from his routine.

Cheka had pouted to Leona about it, and his sister-in-law had confided that you had left lunch rather upset. She had her own worries and, since the relationship was new, she wasn’t sure what the right thing to do was or else she would have followed you. Leona knew what was on your mind even if you had never specified your own memories; the way you argued with him about his own family situation had let him in on precious details that you couldn’t seem to speak aloud.

“You’ve got that little brat worried about you, and I don’t want to deal with it. Let’s go back.”

“Just need another few minutes.”

“Mm.” Leona flopped himself down beside you and then in another practiced move rested his head on your thigh, eyes sliding shut. “I’ll wait here.”

This was one routine you’d never grow tired of, hand resting on his chest, thumb rubbing soothing circles into his skin. You could truly lull him to sleep if he wasn’t on high alert from your sad mood, trying to formulate a plan to lift your spirits.

“They like you more than me,” He stated coolly, an abstract fact that you don’t think is quite true but it might be how he sees it. You let out a little laugh, patting his cheek playfully.

“Don’t say that. They love you, you’re family.”

“And you will be too.”

He wasn’t wrong, after all, your wedding date was set in stone and your calendar was filled with endless appointments for a variety of wedding activities. The king and queen had been more than happy to inform you more of their culture, wanting you to know of more of their traditional dances that were performed at weddings as well as getting a traditional outfit made that suited you perfectly. They had done everything they could to make you feel welcome, like part of the family, never acting as if you were a burden despite how busy they both must be.

“Leona…”

“I’m your family now.” Leona’s eyes suddenly opened, his hand reaching up to hold your face. “I won’t be letting you go easily. Remember that.”

A lifetime ahead of you with a new family, people to fill in those blank spots in your memories. A family who wanted to know you, who loved you unconditionally, who would create new memories with you that you’d want to recall. Leona himself had been the one to suggest moving back home first before finding your own place in the world, and you were thankful for it. He might not entirely understand you either, or your desperation for a family to call your own, but he still brought you here to be around them.

Leona had given you the gift of security, a family to call your own, and you couldn't be more grateful for him.