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1312 â Day 1
TOWNSEND FARM
Despite his best efforts, as the year 1312 begins, Benjamin finds he is not a particularly good cook. He supposes he will get better at it with practice, but he misses his sisters and mother all the same. Now that their stores are running low â it is the end of winter, after all â theyâll have to contend with their burnt breakfast if they want to eat at all.
There is a ray of light in the form of Malika coming to visit. They have seen little of each other in the past few months â winter tends to make people seek their hearths, and the Townsends live too far outside the village for it to be an easy hike over the frozen roads â so he is overjoyed to get the opportunity to finally talk to her. Although talking is not what is on their mind in the first few moments of their reunion. He still doesnât understand how the most beautiful girl in the village has come to be interested in him of all people, but he does not intend to complain.
In fact, asking her to make their ideas of marriage official is all that has been on his mind since he received her fatherâs blessing, so he officially asks her to be his betrothed. It is a mere formality at this point, but Malika enthusiastically assents.
They flee inside for warmth after that and find themselves alone in the cottage. Benedict and Benjaminâs younger siblings are all shut up in Benedictâs workshop. Itâs possible they donât even know Malika has come over to visit, unless one of them noticed her passing their window.
They use their privacy for some more of that delightful kissing, and as if to shut out the winterâs chill, things quickly heat up after that. They know itâs foolish, of course, but they are so happy about their future together and so driven by their hunger for each other that neither of them cares. Their feelings are far too new and exciting for that.
Other considerations are a problem for a later date.
CRAWLEY HOUSEHOLD
Despite the Townsendsâ hesitance about travelling, the Crawley family journeys out of Praaven to attend a feast at the abbey, which Anna attends. Her husband has noticed that she has been unusually quiet of late, after she had just seemed to recover her spirits after the passing of their daughter. He worries, and those worries lead him to gently breach the topic while they are out on a walk over the snow-covered grounds.
Anna sighs. âI have been, havenât I? Iâm sorry. Thereâs something on my mind.â
âWhat is it, love? Is there something I can do to help?â
âI doubt that. But you should know, nevertheless. Because IâŚIâm with child again.â
That stops him dead in his tracks. It hasnât even been half a year since their daughterâs death. âAre you sure?â
âAs sure as I can be.â
He reads his own conflicted emotions on her face. Heâs happy. Of course he is. But his joy isnât as innocent as it had been when she told him about her first pregnancy. But his wife she doesnât need his fears or doubts.
âAnna, thatâs fantastic!â
âI just worry. What if it endsâŚlike last time?â
âIt wonâtâ, he says firmly. âI promise you, it wonât.â
WATMORE HOUSEHOLD
The Crawleys and the Dudleys arenât the only ones receiving signs of a coming addition to the family. In fact, it seems like there is a veritable army of children to be born. Edith, too, has been feeling rather ill of late. Another wave of nausea hits her while she is preparing supper for herself and William, which does not make handling food any easier.
Other than her illness, marriage has been treating her well. Their life is quiet â especially now that they donât have fields to tend to â but she enjoys having her own house and keeping it for her husband.
When returns home, she tells him of her suspicions over supper, and although he cautions him that theyâll need to widen their income to be able to feed and clothe a baby, he is looking forward to it just as much as she is.
WATCHER'S NEWS:
Nigel de Bellefaye has celebrated his sixth birthday this quarter.
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#youthful mistakes were made#i'm sure there won't be any consequences#and listen i didn't plan for anna to get pregnant again this quickly#that just kinda happened#the ultimate decades challenge#ultimate decades challenge#the sims 3#ts3#townsend legacy#udc: townsend family#udc: crawley family#udc: gen 0#udc: watmore family#1310s
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some of yâall should. go outside. touch some grass maybe.
#one of the joys of being a human is being able to go be stupid in our youth#we say and do stupid shit as kids or teenagers because we donât know any better#and whatâs a better way of finding out that our words or actions were wrong than experiencing backlash for it firsthand??#how are we supposed to learn from our mistakes if we never make them??#thatâs what our childhoods are for. being stupid#and then we grow up and we take all that stupidness we had as children and learn from it#but some extremely chronically online people donât believe in making mistakes?? like ever??#not even as a child#which is baffling to me#because weâre all stupid as kids. all of us. especially the people who pretend theyâre better than everyone else#so if someone made an honest mistake in their past#literally what right do you have to criticize them for it#if theyâve changed and grown as a person thereâs no need to hold their past against them#and iâm talking about actual mistakes not shit like bullying people or saying slurs repeatedly bc you think itâs funny#iâm talking about shit like saying offensive jokes because you were taught the humour of them but not the harm#and saying ignorant shit because you literally didnât know any better#anyways people who try to cancel people for harmless shit they did 10+ years ago go outside#delete your twitter account while youâre at it#youâre currently choosing to be judgemental and overly critical of peopleâs pasts in an attempt to ruin their lives#and i think that says more about you than it does about them
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Decoy [S. R.]
Spencer Reid x fem!reader
word count: 6.9k
summary: when you go after an unsub who catches students making out, the unit is called upon to resort to desperate measures. Or in other words, where you and Spencer become the decoy to catch a voyeur.
warnings: +16. Making out, mentions of alcohol, mentions of violence, insinuation of smut, sexual tension
Do yourself a favor and imagine Spencer in these clothes during the case
You sighed, completely frustrated, while you looked for the thousandth time at the blackboard with some information from the profile that you had made for the criminal in this case.
You believed that the unsub was a Caucasian man between 30 and 35 years old, whose motive was to spy on and photograph university students who were escaping in their cars to make out at night, then force them to have sex in front of him and finally kill them cold-blooded. You imagined that he was a person with a mediocre job, that he felt insufficient, and that his voyeuristic behavior probably came from sexual frustration, something that could be corroborated by the violence that he inflicted on the genital area of the students whom he stalked using a knife, his mark on all homicides. You also believed that perhaps the rejection or abandonment of his last partner (preceded by a bad streak from his youth) due to his impotence had been the triggering event for all his repressed impulses to come to light.
All the psychological analysis was fine, it wasn't something you hadn't seen before, but the hard part of all this? Because he only threatened and killed people, he didn't rape them, at first it was almost impossible to tell who it was. He already had 20 victims in total and you weren't even close to catching him. In the last scene he had made the mistake of leaving a fingerprint and Garcia had been able to trace his true identity: Oliver Davis, a guy who fits the description perfectly. Unfortunately, this turned out to be useless because beyond the accusations of being a pervert, the man didnât have much information that would give a clue to his whereabouts, you had even called the job that he had registered and all you had obtained was that he had several months without working there, which coincided with the beginning of the murders. After that Rossi suggested that he probably lived in a trailer (old, due to his lack of employment) where he developed the photographs and kept his trophies. That only made more sense when you thought that it would make it easier to transport or escape in case things got messy.
But words on paper and intelligent conclusions were of absolutely no use to you. You needed a plan to catch him.
"Do you have something, Reid?" Hotch had asked. You had already interviewed some students, you had set up guard duty to look for any suspicious behavior and you had even shared the photograph of the suspect in the media, but nothing had worked; The only thing left was to carry out the geographical profile to know the area in which he was attacking and thus be able to search for possible targets.
âI triangulated the locations we have of his previous homicides and I'm guessing he hits in this specific area,â he muttered, pointing to a space on the map he had on his blackboard with his middle finger. âConsidering it's an area frequented by the age group due to its proximity to the universities and that it has several parks that the students told us they use to drink or go out as a coupleâ
"So what?" Morgan said from his spot. "We just wait until he kills someone else and hopefully we're near the scene to hear the screams?"
âMaybe we can ask the cops to patrol the area for the unsub's car,â JJ suggested.
âHe's smart, there's a trailer park right here. It wouldn't be strange to find one on the streets as well.â Reid was visibly frustrated like everyone else and he ran a hand through his hair with some despair.
Your options were running out and frankly you couldn't think of anything else.
âAnd if we give him a target?â Emily murmured. Noticing that none of you said anything, she went on to explain her plan, âWe ask police officers to send any young people they see around to home so we force our unsub to get close to who we wantâ
"And what are we going to do? Hire a couple of college kids to stalk them?â
âWe can use our own teamâ
"Not to offend you, Prentiss, but we are no longer in the prime of youth"
"We don't, but Y/L/N and Reid do" when you heard your last name you were surprised, but when you heard your friend's you practically froze. First you looked at her and then at the doctor, whose gaze reflected the same stupefaction as you "You two are young, you might look like students"
"Are you saying you want to send us straight into the hands of a sexual predator?" you couldn't be offended, after all, those risks were part of the job, but you did feel somewhat reluctant about the idea.
âDo you have a better suggestion?â
âIt doesn't sound so badâ Rossi murmured âIt's a smart moveâ
âBesides, we would be watching around and we would intervene before that madman got close to you. Once we catch him, the photographs and personal items that he probably has in his trailer will be enough evidence, in addition to the fingerprint from the last crime sceneâ to your surprise, Derek was also pretty convinced of the plan that Emily had just devised.
"Reid, Y/L/N, would you guys be up for it?" Hotch exclaimed with his usual serious tone, looking at you and then at your partner.
Thinking objectively, the suggestion was very good. But thinking about it personally, you felt worried about the danger you two would be running into⌠oh, God. It wasn't until then that you realized that the plan to catch the suspect involved the two of you making out like a couple of hormonal college kids.Â
You knew that the options that remained wouldnât be as opportune as that and taking into account the temporary nature with which Oliver operated, in addition to the fact that he was already deteriorating as a murderer, it was most likely that he was already looking for new victims, so if you did that same night the chances of success were quite high. You were between a rock and a hard place and all you could do was look at him while the gazes of the rest of the room were divided between the two of you.
âI⌠I'll only do it if you say yesâ you exclaimed in his direction, with a cautious voice and a fearful look. You knew your friend and you didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable in any way, even though you knew that both you and he knew that your personal interests would take precedence against the possibility that another couple of victims would lose their lives if you refused. It was your job, you had to do it.Â
"Are you sure you guys are going to catch him before something happens?" Spencer asked your boss. You thought that with his background the last thing he wanted was to end up kidnapped or seriously injured again, even though the truth was that he was caring just as much about himself as he was about you. He had seen the photographs and knew that women were the most affected by the murder weapon⌠he didn't even want to imagine something like this happening to you.
"Of course. You will have communication with us and if something goes wrong we will get you out of there immediately" Aaron answered and your friend sighed nervously and then looked for your approval. You nodded slightly and he delivered the verdict, to which everyone agreed.
He was still standing, but after that he slumped into the nearest chair as he listened to everyone brainstorming ideas for setting up the scene, distributing the crew, and what they would tell the local police to do to make the decoy effective.
At some point you lost the whole point of the conversation, to start thinking about what was implied by what you were about to do.
The feeling of attraction for your co-worker had been latent in you for a couple of years, but you had never confessed it to anyone to avoid creating tension in the team or suffering the humiliation of certain rejection. Also, you knew that a crush meant distractions from what was truly important and you had tried, in vain, to eliminate it completely. But even if it hadn't completely gone, you had known how to control it, only allowing yourself to look at him with loving eyes from time to time and avoiding being too confident with him during group drinking outings. You even limited physical contact, not because you didn't like it but because you knew your greed would demand more and more of you until it became inevitable to beg for his touch. But now all that good work holding you back was screwed because in a few hours you would have to be passionately making out with him.
Still with the internal crisis, you raised your head to look at him and realized that he too had been submerged in his own tide of thoughts, which you hoped would be more positive than yours. At some point Spencer felt you watching him and when his eyes met yours he gave you that tight-lipped smile that was strangely comforting, to which you responded with the same gesture. After that it didn't take long for everyone to leave the room to fulfill their respective tasks, but you stayed seated because you honestly didn't feel enough energy to move. Besides, you had nothing entrusted to you, you were the bait.
"Hey, are you sure you're okay with this?" Spencer asked you, once everyone else had left. He looked so tired of everything, but at the same time there was a kind tone in his voice about him that made you smile.
âIt's just kissing, Spence. I think we'll be fine" you assured him, trying to swallow all your embarrassment and nerves "And you?"
"I agree. I just hope we get lucky today or we'll just have to keep tryingâÂ
"Reid, I need you to tell the cops what area we'll be in," Hotch interrupted you from the door. "You still have time to regret it," he added, looking at the two of you.
You immediately denied and after that Spencer withdrew from there in the company of Aaron. When you were about to drop you exhaled, completely concerned about the last thing your partner had said.
We will just have to keep trying. You didn't know if the idea excited you, or terrified you.
As night fell, Spencer drove the old pickup truck the unit had managed to rent for the two of you to drive into the park, with you in the passenger seat and a six-pack of beer in the backseat.
Although you were sure that it would be cold, you had decided to wear shorts and a button-down shirt that you normally wore for work, but that you had adjusted to make it look more youthful. Spencer was wearing an outfit that Morgan had gotten for him from a department store, simple jeans with a rather baggy cotton shirt and some nice boots that you didn't know where he got from, since in Quantico you had never seen him wear anything like that.
Both of you had showered at the hotel (separately of course) and you had made sure to brush your teeth and put on a good amount of deodorant and perfume before getting in the car. You had paid special attention to your appearance, not because it was necessary, but because you wanted to look perfect for him. Even with all this, you were a nervous wreck next to him, not saying a word along the way and only soft music from the radio filling the air.
When you stopped, the two of you put your headphones on to the channel the team was supposed to be on, and Morgan answered in the affirmative.
"Remember, he doesn't have to see the communicator or your weapon," Rossi spoke, who was also in the van, along with Prentiss and Hotch. "GarcĂa will be watching with the security cameras and he will warn us if the trailer is coming"
"And meanwhile what do we do?"
"Pretend to be a couple, sit on the tailgate and drink beer, laugh, I don't know"
âDid you ever run away like that in college?â you asked, directly at Reid.
âDo you remember that I was like 16 when I studied at the university, right? I wasn't even old enough to drive, much less a car" he muttered and you gave a short laugh "I guess you did"
âI was too busy being the best in the institution to even think about going out and making out with idiots,â you replied, proud of yourself for that. âI mean, it's not like you're an idiot, but they were. You're very smart," you rambled, still twiddling your fingers, "Hotch, you guys will tell us when we're going to start kissing, will you?"
âWhen the suspect approaches, yesâ
"Okay, well... then we have to go out, huh?" you muttered to him as you reached for the beers and tried to open the door to get out. You turned, expecting to see Spencer do the same as you, but noticed that he had lingered in the car for a moment, checking himself in the mirror and applying his lips with chapstick.
My God, could that man make you more nervous?
When he finally caught up with you, you went to the back of the pickup, where you opened the tailgate to sit down with a little hop. Spencer was tall enough to keep up with you just by leaning over the edge, where you watched him cross his arms. You were silent for a few moments, listening to the sound of crickets and cars in the distance.
"Do you think it's a good idea to drink?"
"Only a little. I'm having a hard time thinking while sober, I don't want to ruin the little reasoning I have leftâ you exclaimed as a joke. Or maybe you weren't joking so much "Just empty a couple of cans and leave them on the floor so he'll think we're really drunk." Spencer was about to do what you said when you noticed an important detail and called him over to look at you "Come here, let me fix your hair."
"What's wrong with my hair?"
"You're very well combed, it's not the image we expect" you carefully took his hand until it was close enough to pass the other through all his golden locks, messing them up enough to give him that relaxed touch that he should have. He looked so handsome, but not in the style of a fancy FBI agent but just like a young intellectual who went to parties and smoked weed âLike this. Perfect"
âDo you think we have to think of some backstory?â he asked and you looked at him with a frown. âYou know, something about us. What degree are we studying, what are our namesâŚâ
"This is not a play"
"It's rude to eavesdrop on conversations, Prentiss," you said visibly annoyed, although looking at your partner that expression softened "As you wish, Spencer. Although being honest, I would say that you study⌠literatureâ
"Really?" he exclaimed with slight enthusiasm. You knew that his mother had been a teacher in the subject and you wondered if he had ever considered it.
âMorgan wasnât wrong to choose those clothes for you. It suits youâ you complimented him and Morgan whistled from the other end of the line. You felt like you were having too much fun for the situation you were in, but you needed to talk about something else to put off the reminder of what you had come to do for as long as possible. âI think you would have that hopeless philosopher/romantic vibe who flirts by whispering memorized poetry in your ear.â
âI actually know some good onesâ
"Sure you do" you smiled gently, suppressing the thought of him sighing close to your neck at BĂŠcquer "I'd probably study science or something."
"The unattainable scientist with whom the captain of the soccer team has a secret crush, but she is completely unaware"
"Where did you get that? From a 90s movie?
Spencer's laugh was one of your favorite sounds and today that was precisely not helping your situation. You felt intoxicated by how handsome he looked, like you'd discovered a side to him that no one else had, and the thought of kissing him made you tremble a little with anticipation.
âDo you want to share a beer?â he murmured, carefully opening the can and offering it to you first. You knew your partner wasn't the most enthusiastic about doing anything that involved germs, so it made you feel good that he took the lead. You took a big gulp of the drink to gather something of value and when it was his turn to drink he kept looking at you intently, you would even say that he seemed entranced.
You had made sure you were in a strategic position, with enough light for the unsub to see you and quite lonely, except for the patrol cars and the van that had been positioned at a safe distance.
âHow does voyeurism develop?â you asked quietly, with genuine interest, as you shifted a bit to get closer to him.
âVoyeurism usually begins in adolescence and since during that age it is usually seen with greater tolerance, there are people who continue with these behaviors until adulthood. When voyeurism is pathological, they spend considerable time looking for opportunities to watch, often at the expense of not fulfilling important responsibilities in their lives, and people reach orgasm by masturbating during or after watching. Although if you think about it a bit, everyone is a bit of a voyeur."
"Why you said so?"
âMany men and women enjoy viewing pornography, which can be classified as voyeuristic behavior. It's not a worrying thing, but it's interesting to think about itâ he explained, with those expressions on his face that he had every time he shared knowledge with you. He liked that about you, that you were always willing to listen to his data and statistics even at the most inopportune moments.
"I'm still a little scared that Oliver is trying to do something to us."
âI have my gun. If he tries to do something to you, I'll use it" you knew that killing the unsub was always the last option Reid considered, so you widened your eyes a little to show your surprise "All lives are worth, but when that life has already taken so many and it puts you at risk, I would not doubt it. You have nothing to worry aboutâ he assured you and your heart warmed a little at feeling so protected.
"Do you know if Oliver attacks at a specific time?"
"No, he doesnât. Just as we can be here for ten minutes, we can also be here all night."
You exhaled loudly, before taking another gulp of beer.
âDrink some, boy. I feel kind of selfish around here."
"I am nervous"
"And why do you think I'm drinking?" you exclaimed wryly, still holding out the can to him, and when he finally agreed he drank a little more than you expected âHave you everâŚâ you started to say, but suddenly remembered that literally the whole team was listening to you. If the answer was embarrassing, you didn't want to hear Morgan and Emily taunting you all week, so you covered your microphone for a moment and spoke again, but so quietly that only he could hear you. "I suppose you kissed someone, did you?"
"Yes," he said quickly and you sighed with relief. It comforted you a little to know that it wasn't his first kiss, because you didn't want him to have such a bad memory âDo I look so inexperienced?"
"No, that's not what I meant" you smiled "You're handsome, I know you've probably kissed a couple of girls"
"You don't need to tell lies, you know I'll kiss you anyway"
"But it's not a lie. I really think you're handsome" you confessed, gathering all the courage in you, while you smiled at him in the most serene way possible "And if we weren't literally waiting for a murderer, you know I'd be happy to do this with you"
"Smooch me?"
"Having this bad date attempt, Reid," you hissed, flushing red, as you slammed your palm into his forehead with just a little bit of force. Spencer seemed quite pleased that he made you nervous, rather than the other way around, so he grinned, âThough I think we should have brought food. I'm starving,â you pouted, swinging your dangling legs back and forth.
"That's not a picnic, Y/N"
You hated for a second that everyone was so intent on the conversation. A part of you wanted a moment alone with the brunette, even if it was in the midst of such a strange situation.
You began to talk pleasantly about things completely unrelated to the case for a couple of minutes, staying where you were, until Hotch's interruption made you jump a bit in place.
"Garcia intercepted an approaching trailer, get readyâ your heart immediately sped up and you noticed him tense beside you, too, probably with the same thought flooding his head.
"Okay, come closer," you exclaimed, trying not to panic, as you spread your legs a little to allow the man to step into the space between. He wasted no time and just as you wrapped your hands around his shoulders you heard the sound of another car pulling up.
"Is that our unsub?"
"It is"
You were about to turn your head to peek when Reid grabbed your cheek and stopped you.
"He's smart. If you look at him, he'll realize itâ he reminded you with a serious voice. You were so worried about everything that you were forgetting about your training âOkay, so I⌠Is it okay if I put my hands here?â he asked with a different tone, nervously placing both hands on your waist. You had always admired the size and anatomy of those hands, but until now you had not had the pleasure of feeling them on your body in this way.
âTonight everything you do is fine. I promise"
"It would be a good time to start, he'll see you" Emily reminded you and you could only sigh shakily.
You two were adults, why were you so scared about kissing?
"Close your eyes" Spencer whispered to you, masking his nerves better than you "I'll kiss you, just close them," he asked you and you did.
You felt his body lean against you a little until his chest almost touched yours and then his lips shakily pressed against yours. You would always remember your first kiss, which in essence was such a brief caress that you didn't even know if it could be counted as one, the one where he wordlessly asked your permission to explore your mouth. Still with your eyes closed, you pulled him by the neck towards you and started a new kiss, a little more confident and deep this time, allowing you to savor the beer mixed with strawberries and that strange flavor that each person has.
âWeâŚâ you started to say, once you separated âyou have to do it slowly, what he wants is a showâ you exclaimed. Spencer felt unable to say any words and your hands caressing him so deliciously wasn't helping at all âSlow,â you repeated.
You arched your back a little to get even closer and when you finally looked up you met his caramel eyes. You needed a moment to recover and you unconsciously licked your lips, as if you needed to pick up and savor his presence in your mouth again, something that didnât go unnoticed by his attentive look at your movements.Â
It didn't take long for you to give up, as beginning the third kiss you felt that you no longer had any control over your body, your heart, or your mind. And while it was true that neither of you were experts on the subject, you guys managed pretty well as the seconds ticked by. Spencer gasped as he simultaneously felt you pull the hair from his neck and caress his lips with the tip of your tongue, while you were taken by surprise when his hands left your waist and lowered to the height of your hip, where his thumbs gripped firmly on the clip of your shorts.
There was a kiss, then another and another; they became too many to count. You didn't want to touch him anywhere and at the same time you wanted to touch him completely, in the grip of the fantasy that this was real and not just a performance. And even if you were aware that it was all fake, that would probably only have encouraged you to enjoy something to the fullest that you knew would never come back. Amid everything you didnât know which of the two situations would be worse.
The sound of your lips colliding became so obscene that you were embarrassed, but you had no plan to stop. Your hands slid gently down the length of his neck until you reached his chest and cupped the soft cotton of his garment in your fists to make sure he didn't move away from you. The heat of the moment just went up and up, but a voice on the intercom brought you back with a jolt.
âHe started the trailer. He's going to go"
Spencer closed his eyes in frustration, and you sighed. From the position he was in it wasnât possible to get around him without being seen, so keeping all his attention was on you and him.
Maybe you weren't doing it right? You wondered what the hell this man wanted to see if you were practically eating each other, but suddenly you remembered that his motivation was even more sexual than a couple of wet kisses. Maybe he was getting bored because he needed to see that you were about to⌠well, do it.
"Take off my shirt," you said immediately, still too close to his swollen lips and looking right into eyes that seemed to be pitch black.
"Take... what?"
"Take off my shirt" you repeated, with a tone that made the man shudder completely. With the hands that were still holding his shirt you pulled him to you and he held his breath âAnd kiss me better. Like you really want me"
But Spencer didn't need to pretend that he wanted you.Â
He made you completely dizzy when he began to kiss you so hungrily and you managed to keep enough composure when you felt one of his warm hands travel under your blouse, limiting yourself to letting out sighs that were drowned against his lips. But what finally caused you to let out an indiscreet and unwelcome moan was when he pulled you by the hip until you were on the edge of the tailgate and you could feel the growing bulge in his pants pressing against you. Spencer had almost managed to suppress his, but in the end, you having your own situation down there didn't help one bit.Â
His trembling fingers fussed with the buttons on your shirt until it ended up somewhere on the floor at incredible speed, leaving you half-naked before him and the collection of FBI agents standing around. You might have been embarrassed if your brain could connect two coherent thoughts, but you'd lost that from the moment Dr. Reid first dared to kiss you.
You carefully guided his hands to the beginning of the curve of your breasts and now you both sighed in unison, feeling goosebumps on every inch of your skin. You pushed yourself forward just for the satisfaction of hearing that guttural sound again and your prayers were immediately answered, for it was enough for him to feel the slightest friction and he would go crazy. It was inappropriate to need him like that, but you couldn't help it.
Holding your lower back, he leaned over you and at the same time pulled you towards him until your breasts collided with his chest. In that position, your neck was exposed and your partnerâs hot lips didn't hesitate to go down there, while you sighed agitated just at the height of his ear. Spencer asked you, between each kiss, to look in the direction of the trailer to see if he was still there and as you could you answered yes, which was victory enough for both of you.
As he could, he maneuvered to lay you down carefully on the cold metal of the truck without stopping kissing your neck, and by inertia you wrapped both legs over his hip. When you were hidden by the panels of the pickup he finally looked at you.
"I hope it's enough to get his attention," he said, sounding as agitated as expected, and although the circumstances meant that you two would be taking a break you flatly refused, pulling him back to kiss him.
That kiss did take Spencer by surprise and it was perhaps the sincerest of the night. It wasnât as passionate as the previous ones, but rather it was loaded with softness and you would even say that a hint of supplication. You were begging for him not to stop, for the night to get stuck in an infinite loop where the two of you could kiss for eternity. And suddenly you felt how he, who had been so tense the whole time, completely relaxed against you, as if he understood exactly what you wanted to say. His hands came to rest on the sides of your head to be able to kiss you more comfortably and you dared to take him by the waist with the same care that you were kissing him, feeling even above the cloth the softness of his skin.Â
And then he broke up with you. You feared you had done something wrong due to the suddenness of the movement and your frightened eyes searched his gaze for a sign of the reason, without finding anything. He just looked at you with something you couldn't describe, but that made you feel butterflies fluttering all over your stomach... and he stayed like that for a few seconds: just looking at you, as if he wanted to memorize all your features.
You opened your mouth to say something, but your words were drowned in a new kiss, totally different from the previous ones. Spencer was taking time with him, trapping your lower lip between his and sucking on it gently, pressing himself a little more against your body, sighing heavily into your mouth.
Your hand was already running up his side to make its way to his cheek just as screams filled the silence and you hugged him reflexively. The screams had come from Morgan, who had already moved across the park to take down the unsub and was now wrestling with him to get the knife out of his hand. Spencer hesitated for a moment if he should come over to help, but he preferred to hold you better against his body to protect you and wait for Emily to place the handcuffs on the man under her partner's knee.
From a distance you saw that he only brought with him, in addition to the knife, his camera, and a small backpack with some other murderous instruments that they managed to confiscate without any problem.
"All clear, we've got him," Hotch spoke over the radio. As you exhaled in relief too many emotions washed over you, combined with the adrenaline coursing through your body and the arousal still flowing into your crotch.
"Are you okay?" Reid's gentle voice called to you, as he pulled away to check with his eyes that everything was in order. His hair was messy and his lips were so swollen that it was almost painful to look at the image without launching yourself to kiss him again "My God, your shirt..." he said, completely embarrassed, as he bent down to pick up the garment. You looked him up and down and blushed when you noticed how tight his pants were, feeling your stomach turn a little. When he got up, he took the opportunity to look at your chest covered only by the black lace bra and a big gulp of saliva went down his throat.
You thanked him quietly and put your shirt back on, feeling the sneaky glances Spencer was giving you, just before Hotch walked up to you.
"How are you?"
"Very good, excellent" you stammered.
You could perfectly feel your swollen lips, the light sheen of sweat on your face, the heat flowing from all the places Reid's fingers had been, and the abundant moisture between your crossed legs.
After Hotch congratulated you on your performance, the two of you walked as best you could toward the rest of the agents, who were already placing Oliver on patrol. Another group was analyzing the trailer and they managed to pull out enough evidence about the murders that would be very useful in prosecuting the man.
"All good?" Emily asked in your direction, once things had settled down and the rest of the team had gathered in a circle by the van. You and Spencer just nodded at the question.
âI honestly think I'm going to need therapy after what I heard,â Dave murmured, so serious that you couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Don't you even dare make fun of this"
âNo, we won't. I'm just saying you guys seemed to be enjoying it there."
"That's supposed to be the plan, right?" Spencer said nervously, finally daring to look at you and looking away almost immediately as he smoothed his hair back.
Once your boss said you could retire you escaped in a patrol car as fast as you could, wanting to get home so you could take a cold shower and soothe what wasnât satisfied by the man. You could hardly sleep that night, still haunted by the ghost of the kisses you received from your gorgeous coworker, and the next morning you hoped that double coffee would do the trick. But apparently you weren't the only one who thought so, because at the same time that you arrived Spencer Reid crossed your path.
"Hey," he said, in that high-pitched voice that came out when someone caught him off guard, "How are you?"Â
"Fine, and you?"
"Fine too"
You knew that the two of you wanted to talk about what happened, but it only took one of you to have the courage to speak first. At the same time your phones rang indicating a message and you mistakenly assumed that it was JJ contacting you to announce a case. What was your surprise when you opened the file and found a collection of photos from the night before. You knew from Spencer's face that he had received the same thing.
"Garcia did you⌠did she send you the same evidence?"
"That's right," he said nervously. You had to admit that if Oliver had one quality it was that of a photographer: you were sensual and perfectly captured the desire that had existed between you. Well, the one you had pretended to feel⌠right?
Spencer held his breath as he came to a picture of you topless in which his hand was practically on your breast, immediately remembering how that had felt. He just hoped his memories didn't affect him too much or it would be embarrassing enough to walk into the boardroom with a boner.
"They're good," you said to the air and he suppressed a laugh "But I can delete them if that makes you feel uncomfortable"
âNo, no, I⌠I think I want to keep them too. After all, the bureau will have them in the files as evidence of the case, I prefer to have access tooâ
"I just hope she doesn't send them to anyone else, I wouldn't want to see my bra photos going around."
âI'll tell Garcia, don't worry,â Spencer murmured, rushing to type something on his phone.
While you waited for him to type you took another look, feeling your whole body heating up again at the memories. A part of you was grateful to have such material in your custody.
"I never thought of being the protagonist of an erotic photo session and here we are," you said ironically.
âSpeaking of whichâŚâ Spencer started to say, âNot the erotic sessions by any means, don't think I'm planning on inviting you to one or that, because it would be super weird and inappropriate, but I was thinking if⌠huhâŚâ
âSell them online? I thought so too, but it depends on how much profit there is. Garcia can help us find the highest bidder and not get charged for tampering with evidence."
"What? No!" he said, completely shocked, and you laughed because you got the reaction you expected with your joke "Why would we do that?"
âJust kidding, Reid. Those photos are something I prefer to keep to myself" you clarified and your smile made him feel shy "Seriously, sorry for interrupting you. What did you want to tell me?"
"What� huh, yes, right. It's just that this morning I was thinking about what you said yesterday, about how under normal circumstances you would have liked to have a bad date with me, right? and it just kept spinning in my head, so I was asking if you wanted to go for a drink sometime. Not like a date, of course, I'm not saying it is if you don't want to. I can just be like⌠well, go get a drink. As friends"
Yesterday Spencer had practically eaten your mouth and now he was nervous about asking you out. So adorable.
âYou're not doing this just as compensation, are you? because you know that it is not necessaryâŚâ
âI do it because I want to. And I want to believe that⌠that I didn't misunderstand what happened yesterday."
You no longer even cared that it was unethical to date team members, or that if things went wrong, you would probably go into the worst of depressions. What mattered to you was that Spencer was interested in you, even if he had implied it, and that he was asking you out alone with him. Just the two of you, with fun and alcohol involved, without gossipy colleagues or mortal danger.
"Then I'd love to, Reid."
âWow, excellent thenâ he smiled, feeling lucky that you agreed âI know a great bar near here, the atmosphere is generally calm, I like it because they don't play loud music. What day is right for you?"
âI'm available any day you wantâ you responded genuinely, grinning from ear to ear just being around him. That was the effect Reid had on you.
It was stupid to try to deny that you were still attracted to him, especially since now you had a taste of what he could do with you. You wanted to kiss him again, of course, but you were also anxious to earn that completely adoring look you'd received the night before.
âToday?â
"Yeah, why wait?" you responded, more excited than you wanted.
âHey, I didn't ask you, but I wanted to know if I didn't go overboard with you last night. I mean⌠did something bother you?â
It was a smart move, you could see it clearly. It was obvious that Spencer cared about you, but you also picked up on his intentions to find out if you were interested in him too. Well, that's how it was from your perspective, because that probably would have been your motivation being in his place.
Even if it wasn't the case, you weren't going to miss the opportunity to take a little advantage of the situation.
"The kisses on the neck were something he definitely didn't expect, but they weren't unpleasant at all," you assured him, feeling your cheeks heat up again. "Did it feel good to you?"
"It did"
"So everything's perfect," you murmured, shrugging off the matter. But you both knew you couldn't see each other in the office and acted as if nothing had happened.
Something had happened. Those kisses had only fueled the tension that had always existed between you but that you wanted to ignore.
"Do you want to go after work, then?"
âSounds good to meâ
Spencer gave you one last smile and then went to prepare his usual cup of sugar with a dash of coffee. All day you were thinking about him and more than once he caught you looking at him, but you didn't even care.
So, at nightfall, with a few drinks on you and more courage in your body, you finally confessed that kissing was something you had wanted to do for a long time. You almost didn't believe it at first, coming from him, but when you finally accepted it, it wasn't hard at all to rush at him and kiss him feverishly. And this time there did not impede for you to give free rein to your desires, which led you to the soft mattress in your friend's house and kept you awake until a few hours before dawn.
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criston cole is such a female-experience coded character and it is exactly why he is hated so much hear me out
his whole character is built around the idea that rhaenyra seduced him, had taken his dignity and made him feel like her whore. his vow and his duty are close enough to the idea of women's purity and value. you were sullied, you have to marry the man that devalued you, otherwise you are spoiled and unworthy.
on top of that, his identity as a knight, as kingsguard means he is submissive. he is not seen having a lot of opinions or plans to how things are done, the big guys in the council decide and he has to obey to their orders.
on top of that, when he does act at last, it's portrayed in the form of scheming, behind the backs of people, and it's mostly attributed to his sentimental nature, to his inability to think straight, be logical because of his personal feelings. that's how women have been portrayed for centuries.
another thing that makes his character harder to grasp is the choice to have the same actor play the pre-timeskip and past-timeskip criston. 20 years have passed and yet people see him as the same person who refused to be rhaenyra's whore but now he is hypocritical because he is alicent's whore. 20 years have passed and, even if you can't see it on his face, he's bound to have changed too.
in his relationship with alicent he doesn't talk as much. he is obedient, she's the one in charge. she gets to say when and how things happen, he is just at her service.
his entire character is build up to revolve around rhenyra, like women's lives are supposed to revolve around men. if he refuses to acknowledge his status in his youth he is no longer allowed to later (after 20 years mind you) find some sort of comfort in another master. it's like saying "if you say you hate the system why take part in it"?
his pent up rage and hatred is evil, because what happened to him was behind closed doors where no one saw or heard of it. because if they knew of it he would lose everything, exactly the way women have often refrained from talking about their condition in fear of being villainized themselves. in the meantime, the one in power will keep their dignity and spotless reputation like rhaenyra is not even held accountable for having bastards pushed forward as heirs, not to mention the fling she had with criston.
this rant is in no way trying to portray criston cole as a saint or a good guy or trying to justify his behaviour. this is actually the problem with hotd, the effort to draw a line between the good guys and bad guys. have it be either balck or white. it's not, it can't be. you either have complex, morally grey characters with flaws and mistakes or you go watch marvel or something. even there villains are more humanized than in this petty effort of righteousness.
LE: thank you everyone who mentioned the aspect of criston being a man of colour from dorne and the power dynamic between a royal and a lower born who fought his way into the world! this rant was written in a rush and while i couldn't express the latter as eloquently as most of you in the tags/comments, i completely overlooked the former. i love looking through everyone's tags and comments and seeing your takes. as @jazzyclarinet pointed out in the comments, seeing criston's character in this light does not erase or diminish the injustice other women in the story experience.
on another note, i feel like part of the blame is on the way hbo marketed the season with the pressure to pick a side. however, i think what we've been lacking as a society in the post covid years is actual unbiased analysis of art. swallowing up content without any question and making said content a personality trait is harmful. as i said, i don't like criston as a character, but i can make these points about him simply because i watch the show critically and i don't blindly defend a character while trashing another.
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A Dragon's Deal with the Princess
Itzy's Shin Yuna and Hwang Yeji x Male reader.
Part 2
âAgain!â Yejiâs voice echoed around the mirrored walls of the dance studio. It was a routine practice for their upcoming comeback, but today felt differentâsuffocating, almost. The leader was harsher than usual, picking apart even the smallest mistakes. The girls exchanged glances, unsure how to respond, recognizing the frustration etched on their leaderâs face.
âMaybe we should take a break,â Lia suggested, to the silent relief of the group. Yeji looked at her exhausted membersâpanting, sweaty, barely able to stand. The guilt gnawed at her. She hadnât meant to push them this hard. With a reluctant nod, she granted the break, and Ryujin and Chaeryeong bolted for the door, desperate for fresh air.
Yeji paced around the studio, lost in thought. Her frustration had been simmering for months. She knew why, but admitting it felt embarrassing. She and Y/N had been together for almost a year, and despite their deep connection, they hadnât moved past kissing. It wasnât that Y/N didnât want to take it to the next step; he was patient, respectful of the boundaries she had set. But Yeji was starting to second-guess her decision.Â
Being an idol meant cautionâher relationship with Y/N, no matter how perfect he was, didnât matter to the public. What did matter was her image. But still, the guilt of holding back, knowing how much Y/N craved more intimacy, was wearing on her.
âUnnie?â A voice snapped her out of her thoughts. Yuna, the maknae, hadnât left the room like the others. With her youthful innocence, Yuna still managed to exude a confidence that drew people in.Â
âWhatâs going on? Why are you so hard on us?â Yunaâs tone was soft, almost childlike, and it made Yejiâs heart sink. She didnât want to be the reason the girls were worn down.
âIâm sorry, Yuna. Iâve just been... frustrated.â Yeji sighed as they both sat down, finally giving her aching legs a break.
âIs it the label again?â Yuna asked, her eyes wide with concern. âUnnie, this comeback will be amazing. I can feel it.â
Yeji let out a soft laugh. Sure, their last few comebacks hadnât reached the heights of their earlier hits, but her frustration ran deeper than that. She debated whether to tell Yuna the truth but decided against it. Some things werenât meant to be shared with the youngest member.
As the other girls returned, the conversation shifted, and Yeji was grateful for the distraction. But Yuna wasnât convinced. She could sense something more was weighing on her leader.
The ride back to the dorm was quiet. The exhaustion from practice clung to the girls, their bodies sore and minds drained. No one even muttered a goodnight as they each disappeared into their rooms.
Yeji showered quickly and changed into her favorite pajamas, a matching set featuring her doppelgänger, Light Furyâone of Y/Nâs thoughtful gifts. She smiled at the memory but her thoughts quickly returned to the dayâs events and, once again, her pent-up frustration. A sudden knock at the door jolted her out of the moment.
âWhat do you want, Yuna? Iâm busy,â Yeji muttered, flustered, as she opened the door. But Yuna wasnât having it. Without a word, the younger girl marched into the room and sat on the bed, crossing her arms.
âUnnie, whatâs going on? And donât tell me itâs nothing.â Yunaâs tone had shiftedâthere was no more innocence in her voice.
âIt doesnât concern you, Yuna. Drop it,â Yeji replied, sitting down opposite her, their positions mirroring earlier in the studio.Â
But Yuna wasnât backing down. After a tense exchange, Yeji finally gave in, too exhausted to argue anymore.
âFine. Iâll tell you, but you canât say a word to anyone. Promise?â
Yuna nodded, leaning forward, eager to finally get answers.
âY/N and I have been together for a while and he's amazing, perfect even, but... we havenât been intimate yet,â Yeji admitted quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. Yuna blinked, processing the confession.
âThatâs it? Youâve been acting like this because youâre horny?â Yunaâs bluntness stunned Yeji, her face turning a deep shade of red
âWhat? So you're frustrated that he doesn't want it?â Yuna was getting to the bottom of this one way or another. Yejiâs face was red, almost blending into her hair. This has to be the most embarrassing conversation she's ever had.Â
âNo, Its my ideaâ the words barely leaving her mouth, as it registered to Yuna she let out a frustrated whineÂ
âSo what's the problem? just fuck him and be done already. If its your choice to not do it just go to his house right now and make him fuck you, he would probably be done in thirty seconds by how backed up he isâ Yuna was starting to get mad.
âYuna! Itâs not that simple... I want my-our first time to be special. He deserves it,â Yeji mumbled, embarrassed. But Yuna caught the slip in her words and wasnât going to let her off that easily.
âYou're a virgin? Why? Do you know how many people are dying to have you? You could literally walk down the street at any time and have someone for the night. You didn't even do it before getting with Y/N? Unnie, you're 24 years old.â Shocked didn't even begin to describe how Yeji is feeling right now, she thought she knew her members well but hearing Yuna talk like this, was a new side she's never seen.
âSo you're saying youâve had⌠yâknowâ Yeji stumbled on her words before Yuna finishes her sentencesÂ
âSex? Yeah Iâve been fucked plenty of times. The feeling of a nice thick cock inside you, there's almost nothing like it. Do you remember when I did my performance of âU Go Girlâ? The amount of staff members I had in my dressing roomâ she chuckled, reminiscing about her moments. âMost were smaller than I wanted but there was this one guy that was passable. I had taken so much that day that my makeup was ruined and-â
âOkay stop! Yuna how can you talk about that so openly. I don't want to hear about you getting intimateâ Yuna rolled her eyes but she knew the leader was right, the topic should be focused on Yejiâs sex like or lack thereof..Â
âBecause itâs not a big deal, unnie,â Yuna replied, arms crossing âLook, I can help you with this. Trust me.â
Despite her hesitation, Yeji eventually agreed. They spent the rest of the night planning, with Yuna more excited than Yeji could comprehend. The next day, they would go shopping for what Yuna called âessentials,â preparing for a moment Yeji was still nervous about.
The following morning, Yuna was up early, eager to drag her leader out for their shopping trip. Before they left, Yeji called Y/N.
âHey, honey. Can I borrow your car today? Yuna and I are going shopping.â
âOf course, babe. I told you before just text me if you need it. You donât need to askâ Y/N replied, his voice warm and loving. âThough I do love hearing your voice, maybe I should change my rule.â
Yeji laughed, her heart swelling at his sweet words. âYou always know how to make me smile,â she said, feeling warmth spread through her chest.
âIts my favorite thing to do,â he replied softly. âYouâre everything to me, you know that, right?â
âI do,â she said, her voice filled with affection. âI love you so much.â
âLove you too, honey. Have fun and say Hi to the members for me.â
After exchanging one more set of "I love youâs," she hung up, her mind still racing with thoughts of what was to come. a smile playing on her lips. This is going to be unforgettable.
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In the mall, the girls walked around in their typical idol disguise: all-black outfits, matching hats, and masks. Most idols knew the disguises didnât help much, but companies insisted. Yuna led Yeji to a lingerie store, shelves filled with everything from practical undergarments to more provocative pieces. Yuna piled item after item into Yejiâs basket, forbidding her from interfering during the selection process.
With the basket full, Yuna nudged Yeji toward the changing rooms. âGo on, try them on,â she teased, waving her off.
Hesitantly, Yeji slipped into one of the sets and stared at herself in the mirror. She had to admit, Yuna had good taste. The patterns and cuts highlighted her body in ways sheâd never seen before. Admiring the fit, she nearly jumped when the curtain rustled behind her.Â
âRelax, unnie, itâs just me.â Yuna stepped in, unbothered by Yeji's modesty. Her eyes swept over the outfit. âWow, you look hot. Y/Nâs going to devour you.â
Yeji rolled her eyes, blushing furiously. Before she could say anything, Yuna gave her a playful smack on the butt, laughing as Yeji froze, mortified.Â
After the awkward but successful trip to the changing rooms, they made their way to checkout. The line stretched on forever, adding to Yeji's growing anxiety. The longer they stood, the more she feared being recognized.Â
Finally, at the register, the cashier greeted them. âDid you find everything okay?â she asked, scanning item after item. Then, her eyes widened as she took in the two idols.
âWait... are you Yeji from Itzy?â
Yeji's heart sank as she instinctively looked down, trying to hide behind her mask. It was no use, the girl behind the counter already saw her eyes, they were the most recognizable feature of hers
âAnd Yuna! Oh my gosh, I love you guys!â The cashierâs excitement made Yeji cringe as she realized just what was being scanned. With each passing moment the cashier face turned from excitement to shy and red, almost not looking at her idols as she placed each item into a bag. The awkward silence stretched on as Yeji hastily paid, and they hurried out of the store.
Once outside, Yeji groaned. âUgh, that was so embarrassing. Did you see her face? She probably thinks weâre buying this for a... date night or something.â
Yuna laughed. âUnnie, who cares? Weâre adults, weâre allowed to wear nice things. If people canât handle that, thatâs on them.â
Yeji dragged her feet, understanding but still feeling flustered. They continued shopping for regular itemsâclothes, makeupâbefore heading back to the car. As they loaded up their bags, Yejiâs eyes widened in sudden realization.
âCondoms,â she blurted out. âWe forgot condoms.â
Yuna blinked, confused. âUnnie, just take a pill. Itâs better without the rubber, trust me. You should feel the real thing for your first time..â
Yeji shook her head. âNo, Yuna. I agreed with everything today, but this is where I put my foot down. We need condoms.â
Yuna groaned but relented. âFine, thereâs a pharmacy nearby. Go get them, Iâll wait in the car.â She pulled out her phone, but when Yeji hesitated, nervously fidgeting, Yuna narrowed her eyes. âWait... why arenât you going?â
âI just... Can you get them for me?â Yeji begged, her voice barely above a whisper. âPlease? You know more about this stuff than I do.â
Yuna sighed, sounding exasperated. âFine. What size?â she asked, glancing at Yeji expectantly. But the silence stretched on, making Yuna narrow her eyes.
âHave you ever even seen his dick before?â Yuna asked, her tone teasing but sharp.Â
Yeji stammered, recalling the one time she accidentally walked in on Y/N in the bathroom. âUh, Iâm not sure what the packaging size would be, but it was... about this big,â she said, awkwardly gesturing with her hands.
Yunaâs eyes widened as Yejiâs hands kept moving farther apart, ending in a size that made Yuna swallow hard.
âUnnie, are you sure? Maybe you misremembered. Thatâs... pretty big.â
Yeji frowned, her face flushed with embarrassment. âNo, Iâm sure.â
Yuna blinked, her face heating up as she tried to process what she just heard. âO-okay. Iâll get them,â she stammered, hurriedly getting out of the car, her mind spinning. No way heâs that big... is he?
As she rushed away, a familiar, unsettling feeling bubbled up inside her. She didnât want to admit it, but she knew why she was reacting this way. Ever since she started having sex, she had always been differentâdrawn to something specific. She had spent countless nights scouring the internet, reading article after article, trying to put a label on what she was feeling. And eventually, she found it.
She was a Size Queen.
Inside the pharmacy, Yuna scanned the aisles, finally locating the condoms. She eyed the options, landing on the larger sizes in the far corner, barely touched. Picking one up, she made her way to the counter, her pace quickening as her cheeks warmed.
"Why isn't there a self-checkout in this place?" she muttered under her breath, a flicker of frustration crossing her mind. This couldâve been done in seconds.
At the counter, the cashier, a woman in her thirties, gave her a knowing look as she bagged the item. Yuna avoided eye contact, mentally counting the seconds until she could leave.
âHave fun,â the cashier smirked, handing over the bag. Yuna tapped her card quickly, face red, before bolting back to the car.
She made her way back to Yeji, before they drove off back to the dorm. She got dropped off with the bags, Yeji saying that she will just return the car to her boyfriend, and she will find a way home. She thanked Yuna for everything before leaving.
The maknae couldn't shake off her feelings as she made her way inside. Dropping Yejiâs bags in her room, she quickly went back into the comforts of her own room, breezing past the other members saying she was tired from shopping. She got on her mattress before leaning to the edge, almost upside down as she reached for a box under her bed. It was a blacked out shoe box making it blend under the bed, hidden from anyone who quickly checks. She opened it before grabbing her trusted toy.Â
As she lay back, memories of Yejiâs gesture kept flashing in her mind, along with brief, stolen glances of Y/N. Her thoughts drifted, and before she knew it, the toy felt... inadequate.
She stared at it, comparing it to what Yeji had shown her. No way... she thought, feeling her body react in a way she hadnât expected. Could he really be that big? She didn't believe that he would be bigger than her toy, the only reason she bought it was because it towered over the guys she had.
Yuna didnât notice it at first, but just the thought of Yejiâs boyfriend being that well-endowed had her body reacting in ways she couldnât control. She was dripping, even more than when she had been using her toy. Realizing where her thoughts had drifted, she quickly cleared them. You shouldn't be fantasizing about your leaderâs boyfriend, Yuna. Shaking her head, she pushed those ideas away.
Luckily, she didnât have to distract herself for long, as she heard the front door open. Yejiâs voice floated into the room, cheerful and light as she chatted with the other members.
"He's so too cute. After I returned his car, I told him I'd take a taxi here, but he dropped everything and insisted on driving me himself," Yeji shared, a hint of amusement in her tone.
Chaeryeong let out a playful groan. "Heâs so sweet, youâre lucky, unnie," she teased, causing everyone to laugh. "Ugh, whenâs my moment to find a man?"
âWell, if you were not cooped up in your room all day maybe you would have found him by nowâ Ryujin countered, sticking out her tongue playfully
Yeji smiled, excusing herself and knocking softly on Yunaâs door. âIâm going to my room to plan. Come over when youâre ready.â
Yuna sighed, placing her toy back into its hiding spot. She straightened herself before making her way to Yejiâs room. Inside, Yeji sat on the bed, her phone out, clearly ready to take notes.Â
âSo, in two days Iâm going over to his place,â Yeji said, a little nervous. âWhat then? Do I just, like, ask him to have sex?âÂ
Yuna couldnât help but laugh at her leaderâs naivety. She shook her head, sitting next to Yeji. âNo, unnie. Youâve got to set the mood.â She grinned and launched into her plan.
âHereâs what youâre going to do. Youâll meet him at his house in the evening, maybe watch a romantic movie. Something to get him in the mood. While youâre cuddling, keep physical contact the whole time.â Yeji nodded eagerly, typing this into her phone.
âThen,â Yuna continued, âyou excuse yourself to the bathroom and put on the lingerie we bought today. When you come out, stand in front of him, blocking the TV. Let him get a full look at you. Heâll be shockedâguaranteed. Youâre going to climb right on top of him. Confidence is key. If you're correct about his feelings then he wonât be able to resist.â
Yejiâs heart raced as Yuna painted the scene. It was vivid, making the older girl feel both excited and nervous.
âAfter that, you start kissing him,â Yuna went on, her voice growing softer. âNeck, lips, chestâanywhere you can. Then itâs your choice whether you want to move to the bedroom or keep going on the couch.â
Yejiâs eyes were wide, staring as Yunaâs voice trembled a little, but the maknae kept going, almost in a trance.
âLet him peel off your clothes,â Yuna whispered. âHis hands will feel electric, especially since itâs your first time. And then, you can start by either... sucking his cock⌠his big.. fat⌠cock⌠feeling him stretch out your jaw as you take him deeper and deeper until you gag...or-or letting him eat you out, his tongue reaching the deepest depths of you, flicking over your clit until you cum straight into his mouth as he eagerly swallows your juices letting him show you how hungry he is. ThenââÂ
âYuna?â Yeji interrupted, eyes wide with red cheeks. âYou can stop. I-I think I get the idea.â
Yuna blinked, her face flushing red as she realized how detailed sheâd gotten. âR-right! Thatâs all. Just... have fun... d-do what feels naturalâ she stammered, standing up quickly and practically bolting to the door, leaving a bewildered Yeji behind.
Shaking her head, Yeji decided to unpack the shopping bags from earlier, laying out the clothes on her bed. As tried to make space she picked up a shirt Yuna had been sitting on, her fingers brushed against something damp.
âWhat theâ?â Yeji frowned, looking closer at the fabric. The patch was wet, darker than the rest of the shirt. Confused, she glanced at her comforter and found a similar damp spot soaking through the material.
Her eyes widened. âHow did that get there?â
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Yejiâs heart raced as she finally stepped into Y/Nâs apartment. The night she had meticulously planned for was finally here. Every detail had been carefully thought outâfrom the lingerie she wore under her clothes to the small duffel bag packed extra clothes. This was it. After almost a year with her boyfriend, she was ready to lose her virginity, and she was determined to make the night perfect.
But her confident smile faltered the moment she entered the apartment. Standing there, much to her shock, was Y/Nâs mother, greeting her with a wide grin. Before Yeji could fully process the situation, she was pulled into a warm hug.
âOh, Yeji! Itâs been so long! My, you just get prettier every time I see you. Donât you agree, Y/N?â she gushed, oblivious to the tension quickly building in the air.
Y/N shot Yeji an apologetic look, silently conveying that he had no idea his mother would be visiting tonight. Yejiâs heart sank, her grand plans for the evening dissolving before her eyes.
Instead of the romantic night she envisioned, the three of them ended up having dinner together. Y/Nâs mother dominated the conversation, sharing stories and asking questions. Yeji did her best to remain polite, nodding and laughing at the right moments, but inside, she was simmering with frustration. This was supposed to be her night. She and Y/N barely ever had time alone, given her demanding idol schedule, and now it felt like it was slipping away.
After dinner, Y/Nâs mother excused herself to the guest room for the night. Yeji forced a smile but mentally pouted, knowing her seduction plans would now have to be postponed.
âSo,â she asked, trying to keep her tone light as Y/N sat next to her, âwhat time is your mom leaving tomorrow?â
Y/N sighed, sensing her disappointment. âShe mentioned leaving in the afternoon,â he said.
Yejiâs mind raced. She didnât want to waste this rare opportunity. An idea flashed in her mind she remember that all of her members would be away from the dorm tonight, and a mischievous grin spread across her face. âActually,â she began, âI forgot something back at the dorm. I was planning to use it tonight.â She gave him a playful look. âDo you mind coming with me to get it?â
Y/N hesitated, thinking for a moment and although he was a bit confused, he trusted her. âSure,â he finally said, âletâs go.â
As they drove to the dorm, Yejiâs excitement bubbled beneath the surface. Her plan was still on, and she could hardly wait to make it happen. As soon as they arrived, she wasted no time, pulling Y/N straight to her room.
Inside, without saying a word, Yeji started undressing, revealing the sexy lingerie she had bought just for this night. Y/N stood frozen, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of his girlfriend in the daring outfit. She looked stunning, and the air between them crackled with anticipation.
Yeji walked over to him with purpose, placing her hands gently on his chest. Her heart was pounding, but she leaned in close, her lips brushing his in a slow, deep kiss that set the stage for everything that was about to come.
They made out passionately, soft sounds of kissing and heavy breathing filling the room. Yeji guided Y/N to sit on the edge of her bed before kneeling down in front of him. She reached out to unzip his pants, freeing his hardening cock. It smacked her on the face and she smiled. She did remember correctly
Yeji and Y/N continued their passionate foreplay, his cock throbbing in her hand as she stroked him. Y/N then reached for the box of condoms that he spotted beside her bed, Yeji snatched it from his hands and held it in hers before remembering what Yuna said, the lust was making decisions for her now as she tossed it behind her as she looked up at him with hunger filled eyes, biting her lower lip seductively. "I'm ready Y/N, let's do it," she breathed.
Y/N's heart raced as he forced a kiss between them while laying her on the bed and positioned himself between her spread legs. He teased her entrance with the tip of his cock, both of them shuddering at the contact. Y/N gazed down at Yeji, drinking in the sight of her flushed face, parted lips, and heaving chest. Her dark eyes locked with his, stormy with lust and anticipation. "Its time Y/N, make me yours," she whimpered
Yeji yelped as a sharp pain radiated from between her legs. Her plush bottom was being pressed down to the bed as Y/N's girthy shaft stretched her untried walls, burying itself half way. "Aaaah!" she cried out, eyes wide and unseeing, she felt a tear and her face contorted in a rictus of mixed agony and ecstasy.
The breath left her lungs in a whoosh as he bottomed out, his pelvis flush against her tender folds. Yeji could feel every thick, pulsing inch of him throbbing deep inside her formerly untouched core. It felt like he was rearranging her guts, reshaping her innocence into his own perfect sheath with his invasive hardness.
"Y/N," she whimpered pitifully, voice wavering with virgin trepidation. Her hands scrabbled at his broad shoulders as he loomed over her, breath hot against her face.
"Fuck," his guttural groan washed over her in a wave of raw masculine desire. "You're so tight..." He gritted the words through clenched teeth, battling back the urge to rut into her slick heat like a beast in heat. Yeji shivered at the primal nature of his tone, knowing she would be utterly ruined by his lust soon enough.
Yeji whimpered, trying to adjust to the feeling of being so incredibly full. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as Y/N slowly began to move, his thick cock stretching her untouched walls with each gentle thrust. The pain mixed with pleasure was overwhelming, making her dizzy.
"Shit, Y/N, stop please! Ugh, you're so big!" She gasped out, her nails digging into the sheets. The burning sensation of her innocence being taken made her wince with each twist of Y/N's hips.
Y/N groaned at the pressure, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he struggled to stay put. He could feel every flutter of her walls around him, hugging his cock like a vice. Her untouched pussy felt like heaven, so tight and wet around him.
Yeji's hands clawed at the sheets, twisting them into her fist as Y/N was still inside her, not moving at all. "Nnngh... Y/N... It feels strange... I'm stuffed so full of you..." She panted brokenly, her hips starting rolling to meet his own. Using that as a sign Y/N slowly started moving his hips. The wet sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room.
Yeji let out a high-pitched moan as Y/N's thick cock hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her. "A-Ah! There! Please Y/N, right there Ffuuuck!" Her whole body jolted, pussy clenching down on him as he stirred up her inner walls.
Y/N cursed under his breath, Yejiâs needy cries driving him wild with lust. He picked up the pace, snapping his hips faster testing the waters. "Yeji, you take my cock so well baby, your pussy feels incredible. You like this don't you?"
"Yes, yes I love it! It's so good, don't stop!" Yeji keened, back arching off the bed. Her breasts bounced with each rough thrust . Y/N latched onto one of her stiff nipples, sucking hard enough for the suction to lift up her chest as he pulled away.
Yeji yelped, the mix of pleasure and pain making her dizzy. She could feel herself rapidly approaching her peak, her untouched body overwhelmed by the intense sensations. "I-I'm gonna cum Y/N! Make me cum on your cock!"
Y/N growled possessively, doubling his efforts. He pounded into her sopping cunt, stirring up her cervix with the thick head of his cock.
"Ahhhnnng fuuuuck!" Yeji threw her head back, a silent scream on her lips as her orgasm crashed through her. Her velvety walls rippled around Y/N's length, milking him for all he was worth. Clear juices mixed with blood gushed out around his pistoning cock, soaking the sheets beneath them.
But just one thin wall away, unbeknownst to them, the youngest was in her room. Earlier at the bar, she hadnât felt motivated to hook up with a random person, so she decided to call it an early night.
And now Yuna could hear everythingâthe sounds of Yejiâs breathy moans and gasps filtering through the thin walls like a forbidden melody. Her heart raced as she pressed herself against the barrier, each noise heightening the fire simmering inside her.
Without hesitation, Yuna grabbed her toy, her fingers trembling slightly as she brought it close. It apparently wasnât as big as Y/N, but as she squeezed it in her hand, she let her imagination come through. Her hand hovered near the waistband of her silky shorts, her body alive with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. Every moan from her unnie acted like a cue, guiding her deeper into her own mounting arousal.
As Yejiâs cries escalated, Yunaâs breath quickened, her face flushing as she slid the toy down, pushing it past her shorts. The rhythmic thudding of the headboard sent jolts of heat through her core, and Yuna pressed the toy against her slick entrance, biting her lip to keep from moaning. She thrust it inside slowly, her body tingling at the sensation, trying to imagine it was Y/Nâs thick cock stretching her instead.
Her hips began to rock instinctively, the toy sliding in and out as her mind blurred with fantasy. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and her pulse raced, matching the frenzied sounds from the next room. Every moan, every gasp from Yeji fueled her desire, the toy pumping inside her as her fingers moved to tease her clit, intensifying the sparks of pleasure shooting through her body.
Yuna could barely hold herself together, her breath hitching with each thrust as the heat inside her built to an unbearable level. Her hand tightened around the toy, her hips moving faster, grinding against it, desperate to chase the release she could feel rising.Â
Then, with a sharp gasp, a guttural moan ripped from her throat as her body tensed, the dam of pleasure finally breaking. A powerful wave of bliss crashed over her, sending shockwaves of electricity through her limbs. She trembled violently, her climax rolling over her in wave after wave until she finally collapsed, breathless, flushed, and utterly spent. Still listening to the massacre that's happening next door Yuna laid there, panting, her mind still buzzing from the intensity of her orgasm.
Meanwhile, in Yejiâs room, the couple was lost in their own world of passion spurred on by Yeji's pleasured cries. They had switched positions as per Yejiâs request, she was now on her knees, her hands gripping on the headboard as Y/n was slamming into her from behind "Harder Y/N, don't hold back!" she urged all the pent up frustration is now being aired out, and he complied with fervor, giving her everything he had, the bed creaking beneath them.Â
The bed frame creaked in protest as Y/N pounded into Yeji's dripping pussy. Her screams of ecstasy echoed through the "empty" dorm, mixing with the obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. "Y/N, it feels so good! I'm about to cum again" Yeji cried out, her walls clenching around his thick cock like a vice.
Y/N felt her body spasm beneath him, her inner muscles milking his shaft as she came hard. "Fuck Y/N, I'm cumming! Oh shit!" Yeji practically screamed, her eyes rolling back in pure bliss.
Feeling his own climax approaching, Y/N slammed into her one last time before spilling his hot seed deep inside her hungry cunt. They collapsed together, sweaty and panting. Y/N slowly and carefully pulled out of Yeji, hissing at the sensitivity. She whimpered softly, feeling empty without him inside her. A rivulet of blood and cum dripped down her thigh, evidence of her loss innocence.
Y/N reached over the side of the bed, fishing around in his coat pocket. He pulled out a packet of wet wipes, tearing it open. Yeji watched through half-lidded eyes as he kneeled between her splayed thighs.
"Let me clean you up, baby." Y/N cooed softly, gently wiping away the proof of their union. He carefully swiped at her puffy folds, cleaning up the blood and cum. "You took my cock so well... I made a mess of your perfect little pussy, didn't I?"
Yeji gasped as he tenderly wiped at her sensitive slit, his touch gentle and loving. She squirmed at the sensation, pussy clenching down on nothing. "Mmm... It's sore... But it felt really good, Y/N. I love you so much and I'm so glad it was you who took it.
He smiled and brought her into a kiss as they now cuddled. Yeji, basking in the afterglow of her first time, smiled softly to herself. It hadnât started off perfectly as planned, but losing her virginity to Y/N had been everything she could have hoped for. Her heart swelled with love and gratitude as they lay together, her fingers tracing lazy patterns across his chest.
What Yeji didnât know was that their intimate moment had an unintended witness. Yuna, still pressed against the wall, was coming down from another one of her climaxes, her breath finally slowing as her hand slid away from her body. Her face flushed with a mixture of shame and satisfaction. Stepping away from the wall and leaving her unnie to bask in her newfound status as a woman.
As Yuna stood and composed herself, her eyes caught the desk across the room, staring at the handles, her mind racing. Slowly, a twisted smile curled at the corner of her lips, her thoughts taking shape. She knew her unnie very well and now.
An idea had sparkedâone that could change everything.
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When Yeji awoke, the first thing she felt was his hardness still buried deep inside her. A delicious weight pressed against her pelvis, stretching her walls in the most pleasurable way. Confusion swirled in her mind, then clarity washed over her as yesterday night's events came flooding back. She distinctly remembered shoving Y/N's cock inside her while he was asleep before drifting off, herself, wanting to feel him there for as long as possible.
Needing to get up, she got off her lover with a groan, her body aching in ways she hadnât anticipated. Her legs felt heavy, sore, and she could barely walk without wincing. Each step reminded her of the night beforeâthe pleasure, the intensity, and the way Y/N had taken her so completely. A slight blush spread across her face as she remembered how he had unloaded inside her so deep she could practically taste it..
But as quickly as it came thought now sent a ripple of concern through her. As much as she loved what had happened, she wasnât ready for the consequences. Panic crept in as she realized she needed to do something, and fast. Thatâs when it hit herâthere was only one person who might have what she needed.
Yuna.
Barely managing to stand, Yeji put on one of her stolen Y/N's hoodies that fell to her thighs and dragged herself down to the closest room and knocked on Yunaâs door hoping she was there. It swung open, too fast, almost like she was expecting her arrival. Her expression was casual.
âUnnie? What are you doing here so early?â Yuna asked, her voice light and playful, as though the nightâs events hadnât left her affected at all.
Yeji swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing. âI... um... I need something from you.â
Yuna raised an eyebrow, playing innocent. âOh? Whatâs that?â
âA morning-after pill,â Yeji whispered, barely able to meet her eyes.
Yuna didnât flinch, but there was a flicker of something unreadable in her gaze. Without a word, she turned toward her desk, opening the drawer and pulling out a small bottle. She shook out a single pill, then turned to hand it to Yeji.
Grateful, Yeji smiled but just as she reached for it, Yunaâs hand pulled back, her lips curling into a sly smile. âYou can have it...â she paused, her voice lowering. âIn exchange for Y/N.â
Yejiâs eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat as the weight of Yunaâs words settled between them, leaving her frozen in place.
The pill dangled between Yunaâs fingers, tantalizingly close. But the price...
Yeji stood frozen, her mind racing as Yunaâs words echoed in her head. The playful expression on Yunaâs face didnât match the seriousness of the offer, sending chills down Yejiâs spine. She tried to process what was happening, her eyes locked on the pill in Yunaâs hand, but her heart was pounding for a different reason now.
âIn exchange for Y/N?â Yeji whispered, her voice shaky. âWhat are you talking about?â
Yunaâs smile grew, a knowing look flashing across her face. âOh, come on, unnie. You know what I mean. You had your fun with him, but... I want my turn.â She took a small step forward, closing the distance between them, her voice dropping to a near whisper. âGive him to me, just once. Then, you can have this.â She twirled the pill between her fingers before slipping it back into the bottle, her eyes never leaving Yejiâs.
Yeji's heart raced, a mixture of disbelief and anger building inside her. âYuna, thatâs insane! You canât be serious. Heâs my boyfriend.â
âI know,â Yuna replied, her tone still maddeningly calm. âBut... you donât have to worry, I wonât take him from you foreverâjust for one night. I know you donât want... complications, unnie.â She gestured toward the pill bottle, the unspoken threat hanging in the air between them.
Yejiâs body trembled with frustration and fear. The soreness from the night before was a constant reminder of the passion she and Y/N had shared, and the thought of Yuna being anywhere near him made her stomach twist. But the consequences of not taking the pill loomed large, making her head spin.
âWhat if I say no?â Yeji finally managed to ask, her voice small, barely holding together.
Yunaâs smile faded slightly, replaced by a cold, calculating gaze. âThen I guess youâll just have to deal with whatever comes next.â She shrugged as if the matter didnât concern her, turning her back to Yeji and heading toward her desk.
Yeji's eyes darted to the pill bottle, her mind racing. She knew what was at stake, the fear of an unplanned complication gnawing at her insides. But then Yunaâs voice came again, cutting through the tense silence with deceptive ease.Â
âYou know,â Yuna said, pausing as if this were an afterthought, âthe pill might not even work if you donât take it within 12 hours. Youâve already passed that window.â
Yeji froze, her heart skipping a beat. âTwelve hours?â Her voice wavered, barely a whisper. Her eyes widened as dread washed over her, the information hitting her like a physical blow. Inexperienced and overwhelmed, she tried to steady her breath, but it came out in shallow, uneven bursts.
Yunaâs smirk grew, predatory in its subtlety. âYeah. So... itâs up to you what you want to risk.â Her words dripped with quiet satisfaction, knowing exactly what they were doing to Yeji.
But the truth was, Yuna was lying, and Yeji had no idea. The pill was still effective within 72 hours, but Yuna was deliberately sowing seeds of panic, feeding Yeji false information to manipulate her. Every word Yuna spoke was calculated, a cold weapon designed to break Yeji down in her most vulnerable state.
Yejiâs head spun, the lie twisting around her like a suffocating vine, leaving her feeling trapped, desperate, and utterly powerless.
Yejiâs thoughts were a chaotic blurâshe couldnât believe Yuna had the nerve to suggest something so twisted. But time was slipping away, and every second that passed felt like it was pushing her closer to a breaking point. She could walk away, but what would that mean for her future? Her career? Her life with Y/N?
The silence in the room felt suffocating as Yuna sat down, shaking the pill bottle with a smug grin, eyes gleaming with wicked intent. âTick tock, unnie. Whatâs it going to be?â
Yeji swallowed hard, her mouth dry, heart pounding as she stood there, torn between protecting her relationship and the fear gnawing at her insides. The pill bottle seemed to mock her, a constant reminder of the impossible choice that weighed on her heart.
And then, in the silence of the room, Yeji made her choice. Without another word, she stepped forward and reached for the bottle sealing her fate.
#girl group smut#kpop fanfic#kpop smut#kpop fanfiction#male reader#reader insert#itzy smut#shin yuna#shin yuna smut#yuna smut#hwang yeji#hwang yeji smut#yeji smut#yeji x male reader#yuna x reader#yeji x reader#yuna x male reader
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Yeah sorry about the public humiliation but you were so right
hey uhm by the way
#something something chase was not able to see god and that's wht he turned to the most distant thing from Him aka House#Chase saw House as God at first but then realised House is the opposite of God#why? Because House is not father and refuses to take on himself other people's sins he puts them back on the guilty's shoulders#you remember that speech with House and Foreman about that doctor telling Foreman that it wasn't his fault he couldn't save a patient#and House going no fuck you it's your fault own it#House is the opposite of God because you don't get close to him being free of sin#you can become him if you are riddled with sins and blood and regrets#Chase's God was distant and cruel like his father he abandoned him and did not love him#and that made Chase into the martyr who had to take care of his alcoholic mother and come out the perfect son with the high-paying job#and the good reputation#House said who gives a shit about fathers your mistakes will haunt you and so will I#no I don't believe in a distant God I believe in the pain I can feel and trust me that will bring enough pain#without looking up at heaven's closed gates#House taught Chade to stop praying for the attention of his absent parents they will not absolve him for his sins#It's easy when you hand forgiveness to a third party that it's meant to love you you can blame them if they don't tale your side#as they were supposed to#it's much harder to forgive yourself you have to look at yourself you have to look inside yourself#you have to stare at all the evil that you have done and whether you find yourself guilty or innocent#you will be disgusted by what you have found out#something something the war lf vaslav nijinsky by frank bidart#'god made you. god does not carr if you are 'guilty' or not'#'I CARE IF I AM GUILTY'#house md and the young pope being the formative shows of my youth are a dangerous combo#robert chase#gregory house#house md#the young pope
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to all the people who told me some variation of âdo something for yourself, itâs your birthdayâ, I donât think they meant sleep with my exâŚbut here we are
#also tried nic for the first time in a blunt#that was nice#could feel the buzz in my head almost instantly#and my ex and i are friends with benefits so its not that weird#where were you at midnight on your birthday? making out with my ex#rens ruminations#fun facts#i make bad choices#and im okay with that#really really old draft#ah the mistakes i made in my youth (last year(
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(Kutos to the person who started calling this AU the Beholder AU. You are so real and valid.)
Beholder AU - DC X DP prompt
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This AU is basically about what Ghosts have a different definition of what is attractive which is reversed from what humans consider beautiful.
The more pale, waxy, and lifeless you appear the more beautiful you are. Of course, every ghost has their own preference. Some prefer more greenish skin others like gray. Some like what humans consider ugly or repulsive.
Its not just looks that they are chamed by. Scarecrow is considered a heartthrob because of his ability to cause fear which to ghosts makes him a good previder, a ghost you see yourself settling down with. Strength is a deciding factor in most old-fashioned courting.
There is an inverse of this. Humans are drawn to ghosts as well. Not every ghost of course because just like some ghosts are drawn to deathly humans there are humans drawn to lively ghosts.
Ghosts that are considered ugly to other ghosts are beautiful to humans.
Danny has the misfortune of not being the hottest of ghosts. In fact undeath has made him appear downright lovely.
His skin turned into a perfect inhumane porcelain. Not a scratch, blemish, or mark. His skin was so clear and smooth you'd confuse him for a marble statue. His skin was only tinted by green-tinted blush that dusted his cheeks and shoulders.
Danny's eyes weren't creepy at all. They had rings of blue and green. If you stared into them you'd see flickering stars. You'd get lost in them rather than being paralyzed in fear. They weren't even bloodshot and no bags under them.
It was a travesty.
His fangs weren't even that big and no sharp nails on long gnarled fingers. Danny looked healthy and youthful with full cheeks and pearly teeth. You could mistake him for a model.
Lets not even mention the hair! It was silver! Soft. No flames. Not even oily and unwashed.
The other ghost found it tragic that every imperfection was erased without even a crooked tooth. How would the poor boy find a partner? Even with his power how could someone overlook the lack of fearsome traits.
Even Clockwork couldn't help but sigh. Even just a few beastly traits would help the boy. But there were none.
The problem on Danny's end was that while humans found him attractive he was a bit too attractive. Some call it uncanny, hauntingly beautiful or photoshopped. Like he walked out of a book or magazine cover. Which made him unapproachable by most people.
#beholder au#dc x dp#dpxdc#dc x dp prompt#dp x dc prompt#danny fenton#tim drake#tim x danny#deadtired#dead tired#brain dead
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you donât look like an angel
being heavens highest angel, lee heeseung was completely and utterly fucked. heâd made the one mistake that could cost him both his wings and his immortality- he had summoned a demon into the most sacred paradise on earth. it was only his luck that it wasnât just a regular impure demon; no, it was worse. he had summoned a succubus.
paring : virgin!angel!heeseung x succubus!fem!reader
warnings + genre : smut. slightly dubcon (heeseung didnât know what was happening). corruption. religious guilt. begging. unsafe sex. marking. oral (m). riding. slight degradation. begging. profanity. blood. cumming untouched. demons hiss and purr.
wc : 5.9
a/n : idk what this is but i had to read the entire thing out loud to make sure it sounded right and i think itâs safe to say that this might be one of my favourite works iâve ever written so far? something about heeseung and corruptionâŚanyways, as always iâd love to hear everyoneâs thoughts đ¤
written perm taglist : @vousty @ilololoveyou @moon0fthenight
Heeseung was just finishing his final prayer when it happened, his hands still pressed together at the base of his forehead. Earlier in the day heâd heard about a new prayer, one that was said to be extremely popular with the rising youth.Â
It was spoken in another language, one far too complex for Heeseung to understand. But the words were simple, easy to pronounce and fairly similar to a chant heâd heard his mother pray with.Â
Due to its simplicity, it allowed more room for error. One small mistake could change the outcome of any prayer spoken through an angel's lips. Their loving prayers were far more powerful than any other beings, their direct connection with the lord strengthening their pleas.Â
With the ability to heal an unknown disease with a singular sentence, an angel's voice was the most sought-after remedy.
But as the old saying says, with great power comes great responsibility.Â
With a voice as strong as theirs it was bound to be heard. Whether it was heard from the lord or other angels, someone was always listening.Â
What Heeseung failed to realize was that the language of his new prayer was the language of the unknown. No living human understood the language, their own interpretations being nowhere near the direct translation.
But like all other sayings, their false words made their way through the clouds. The wind was listening, the echoes of their translations meeting the ears of a few young angels.
They werenât of the right age to learn about the wind's voice yet, so they did what they thought they had to. They spread the word, the listening angels hearing their prayers.Â
It was a cruel game of telephone, the words jumbling together until it was forced to make its own poem. Heeseung just happened to be at the receiving end of one of one.
For a room that was well above the atmosphere, it was oddly humid. The freshwater flowers that thrived in his usual cold room were now completely withered. Their once vibrant petals were now dyed a terrific red, the hue straining their pure white appearance.
Heeseung watched with the utmost confusion as they contorted within seconds, the vapour diffusing into a puddle of red acid that gathered alongside the vase, identical red streams dripping from each individual stamen.
His hand moved on its own, his fingers a hairstring away from the mysterious liquid before a loud voice echoed from the other side of the room. Heeseungâs main light went out, his bedside lamp coming to life on its own.Â
âYou shouldnât touch that.â Heeseung jumped in place, his wings springing free from their confinement in his attempt to defend himself.Â
He was light on his feet when he spun around, unfortunately for him- he saw nothing but darkness on the other side of his room. Your figure blending right into the background.Â
He grew panicked when his hand was met with air when he reached back for his bow, the situation drawing down fast on him. Not only was he stuck in a room with a mysterious creature but he was left defenseless in said room with the mysterious creature.
What were the chances that you were another angel?
âAre you looking for this?â The angel's jaw fell in shock when his missing bow dropped by his feet, the riser snapped clean in half. His heart sank at the sight, pain creeping across his chest.Â
His bow was crafted with the finest materials, the limbs harvested from their most sacred willow treeâs aged bark- embezzled with an intricate carving for each of his greatest accomplishments.Â
In an instant Heeseung grew nervous, he knew he wasnât in the presence of an angel. Each angel was sworn by an oath, and the roots of the tree webbed across their every bone, making it impossible for them to harm such a sacred weapon.Â
His jaw remained open when you finally revealed yourself, you were the envisionment of sin.
Yep, you definitely arenât an angel.
Your breasts were held up with the tiniest fabric heâd ever seen, nothing but two small triangles hanging from your shoulders that were attached with a thin knot. The article did nothing to hide your body, everything except for your nipples out for him to see.Â
His cheeks grew inflamed by an invisible force pulling his eyes down to follow the curvature of your exposed waist. A slightly larger triangle sat hugging your hips, the right side of your hips was exposed, the fabric cascading in a diagonal slit towards your left thigh. It took him several seconds after staring at your legs to realize what he was doing. He slapped his right hand over his eyes, lips opening to recite his prayers.
Heeseung felt ashamed of his reaction, as angels werenât supposed to observe nudity in a sexual manner. Heâd never viewed another person's body in the way he did yours and heâd spent many hours aiding the other angels bathe during their sicknesses- this was a whole new territory that heâd never dared to think about.Â
You, of course, noticing his ashamed prayers couldnât help but take offence. Why would he beg for forgiveness after he called out to you? It wasnât god who he should be worshiping, it should be you.Â
âYou canât help your reaction, my body is supposed to make you feel like that.â You humoured him anyways knowing that none of this ashamed shit that he was feeling would matter in an hour.Â
Heeseung vigorously shook his head in denial, your words not helping his inner turmoil at all. You were wrong, you had to be. He was supposed to be an angel and angels donât act upon sin.Â
Heâd spent his entire childhood learning about each sin, spending hours of his life drowning in the promise of devotion.Â
He had been loyal since the day he was born, temptations werenât even a thought in his head anymore. He was the living epitome of purity. How could he honour his mother if he gave into the word of the demon?Â
Heeseung kept his eyes on you whilst he completed his prayers, his final words building a sanctuary around his untainted blood. The blood of a virgin.Â
You started your advance with small steps towards him, your bare feet making no sound as you neared him. The closer you got the more potent the bloodâs smell became, iron heavy in the air as your body heat drew closer.Â
You stopped halfway across the room, your mouth was practically watering by the time you were able to make out the small pool of red, the pretty flowers only making it seem more appetizing.Â
âDo angels ever crave blood the way we do?â You knew they didnât, it was against their entire existence but some sick side of you wanted nothing more than to see the angelâs reaction to your question.
Pretty boys were your weakness and Heeseung was so fucking gorgeous. You grew jealous of your future self, loathing that she got to touch him- to fuck him the way youâre imagining it right now. You couldnât wait to watch him shake beneath you, begging to whoever was listening for you to stop.Â
Heeseungâs mouth dropped in horror, you craved blood? He looked at you like you were insane for your completely valid needs like he couldnât fathom craving something so inhumane. He wasnât completely sure if you meant human or animal blood but after seeing the way you looked at him heâd say had a pretty lucky guess.Â
âBecause I've never craved it more.â Chills went down Heeseungâs spine while he tried reading through your words, were you a vampire who smelled him from Earth? He knew angels smelt the best to them.Â
His questions answered themselves through the sudden wave of iron clashing with his sensitive nose. He looked over his shoulder towards the flowers that were now completely drenched.Â
âWhose blood is this?â He was barely finding his voice before he forcefully stuttered his final question, his throat burning with a newfound emotion.
Your head cocked to the side while your lips pulled up into a side smirk, your pink tongue quickly coming out to wet them. It was almost an endearing sight, almost.Â
Heeseung stumbled back with a small shriek when you suddenly appeared right in front of him, your chest pressing flesh against his for a few seconds too long.Â
He watched the way you kept your eyes on him whilst reaching one of your fingers out towards the pool of blood, a gasp crawling up his throat when you brought your fingers to your lips.
You made a show of sticking your tongue out, trailing your finger from the bottom up before you stuck in between your lips.Â
You let out a small hum of approval, the sweet taste of his blood tasting better than any youâve tried before. You finally understood what your friends meant when they swore that a virginâs blood tasted the best, however, they never got the pleasure of tasting it from an angel.Â
âItâs your blood, who elseâs would it be?â You watched in amusement as the angelâs face blanched, his wings twitching behind his back as he attempted to curl into himself. âCuteâ, you hummed to yourself as you mentally took a shot at this moment. If there was one rule about angles that every species seemed to agree on was that angels have always been beautiful. But there was something about this specific one that felt so different. It couldâve been the fact that he was untouched, or it couldâve been the way his fear shone so obviously in his eyes that turned you on so fucking much.Â
Typically angels smelled of a plethora of flowers, gardens growing from their untainted hands. Usually, the scent bothered you, your body being much more used to the fruit-like and sensual scents that the demons claimed as their own.Â
Many angels assumed that demons would smell of burnt flesh and plied wood and sometimes they definitely werenât wrong. But most smelled like you- after all, you needed to smell as good as you looked. No one wants to fuck someone who smells bad, even demons had class.Â
âWhat are you?â Heeseung questioned, his wings still pulled behind his back. Even though he knew you werenât an angel, he still had his doubts. Demon wasn't even a word in his vocabulary, it was one of the few words that were forbidden to be spoken in heaven. Sure, you had wings and the same flawless skin he sported but your wings⌠they couldnât be any more different.Â
Your wings were almost double his size and they appeared much more feathered, looking as if theyâd been plucked from the most gracious birds and dipped into the darkest ink, black and red sunsets carving up each intricate row of feathers.Â
He just never expected you to become his beautiful devastation.Â
You ignored his question and continued observing the way his body reacted to you. His smell quickly became addictive, your adulterated temperament wearing thin the longer he lingered in your senses.Â
âWhat do you want me to be?â You purred out in your most seductive tone. While waiting for his response you took it upon yourself to move closer to him, your steps much less hesitant than earlier.Â
There was no denying that the man before you was truly captivating but there was something else that caught your attention much faster. His pearlescent wings were practically glowing in the dark, a layer of pale blue surrounding the smoothed edges. Which, after thinking about it for a few seconds didnât make very much sense to you since the angels tended to constantly stay in the light.Â
âAn angel?â You made a sound of disgust at his disrespectful words, you? An angel? Honestly, youâd rather be a troll which says a lot considering their reputation.Â
âIâll be your angel if it helps?â Heeseung tried hiding his very evident fluster by attempting to turn away from your vision but when he tried to move, he couldnât.Â
You giggled out loud watching the panic spread throughout his face, your mind fogging with all the ways you could use him whilst heâs in this state. There was something so satisfying about having complete control over another person's body, whether itâs through your mind or actions.Â
âAw, what happened?â You cooed, acting dumb has always been one of your strong forts. It came in useful at times like this, the ability to feign innocence with a singular pout.Â
Heeseung, unfortunately for him, fell right into your trap. He was naive enough to believe that you had nothing to do with his state, which is way beyond you. It wouldâve been obvious to anyone else that you were controlling him but perhaps angels thought differently.
âI canât move.â Heeseung nearly screamed when your hand pressed on the spot where his heart lay beneath his chest, his heart thundering louder than before. It was only racing because he was scared, thereâs no way your touch was affecting him. Angels don't feel lust.Â
Lust. The definition is described as a âdisordered desire for inordinate enjoyment of pleasure.â Heeseung lived by the word of the lord. Heâd spent his entire life bending backwards to live by the commandments that were shoved down his throat, his lungs choking against the words bubbling to come out.Â
It wasnât hard to drown into the mold thatâs been made to best fit him but it was nearly impossible to escape. He thought he was fine in this confined space, lonely sure, but free of sin. He was accepted by the lord and thatâs all that heâs ever wanted.
But he was made for sin because he was made for you.Â
âThen I guess I'll have to take care of you. I canât leave you here all alone, not when youâre this vulnerable.â Poison disguised as worry spilled from your lips and slipped through Heeseungâs mind.Â
Your words drew more than reassurance through Heeseung, it drew guilt. Guilt for doubting your intentions, for believing that you couldâve been here to harm him. He felt so wronged for you, you mustâve been so angry at him. But still, you offered your help. Maybe heâd slip you into his nightly prayers, thanking the lord for gracing him with your presence.Â
All the thoughts frozen when your hand touched the edge of his wing, his body electrified with a foreign feeling. No one else has ever touched his wings before, it was an action that was far too intimate to allow anyone else to try.Â
He knew his wings were sensitive but he never knew they were this bad. His wing twitched under your touch, pushing itself closer to your hand.Â
You watched in amazement as his wings awoke from their state, your touch bringing them to life. You never controlled his wings, the action far too cruel for even a demon to pull.Â
You tested the touch again, pressing your palm flat against the parts that were attached to his spine. They fluttered again, a brighter light emitting from the edges, oh. His wings donât always glow, they wonât glow when theyâre being stimulated.
Your wing's nerves were linked to the ones that spread across your pelvis and down. Youâd witnessed many demons talking about using it as a pleasurable advantage. Succubus was seen as a sex symbol, so obviously their experience matched the description.Â
But youâd never gotten the chance to test the theory for yourself. Now that you have you werenât sure if youâll ever be able to stop.Â
Without Heeseungâs knowledge, his cock jumped with each touch. It wasnât that he was aroused, just overstimulated. He loud out a quiet whine, one that stopped as soon as it came. To you, he was so fucking pathetic. Whining after getting touched twice? But just as pathetic as he was, he was hypnotic.Â
âSh, Iâm helping you in the best way I know.â You shushed his whines before you moved to stand in front of him, pressing your chest against his. Heeseung wasnât sure what you were doing when you did that but then something surprising happened.
Your chest began letting out these small vibrations. Your eyes stared up into his whole you enhanced the force, your purrs reaching your throat.Â
He was so pretty standing all pliant, unmoving as you controlled his body. The purrs came out of nowhere, the sudden affection catching you off guard. But you soon appreciated it, Heeseung deserved only the best.
It was at this moment that you decided that you wanted to keep him. There was no way in heaven or hell that youâd let anyone take him away from you, youâd let the world burn before a singular finger touched his- your- skin. From this second on he belonged to you, wholly and completely.Â
Youâd mark him after mating, your gums were already aching at the thought. As a demon, you could mate however many times you wanted. But you could only have one mate, your bite would solidify the union.Â
But for now, you just returned your hands back to his wings. And as expected, he choked out another whimper, his mouth gaping open at the liquid heat gathering in his stomach.Â
âDo you like it when I touch you like this?â Heeseung, thinking he was still sin-free, nodded his head. He adored it.Â
You let out a cat-ish grin, your pointed canines poking from beneath your top lip. Heeseung knew of only two species who had pointed canines but only one had retractable ones.Â
You were a demon.Â
It didnât scare him as much as he thought it would, but that doesnât mean that he wonât say an extra prayer in the morning.Â
And like always, you could tell that he had found out. âIâm a succubus, you summoned me.â Through Heeseungâs cloud of pleasure, he couldnât make himself question you. Yeah sure, he totally summoned you. Heâd believe anything you said as long as you keep making him feel like this.
His head flew back when your hand touched a specific spot on his wings, the only bare spot.
For both angels and demons alike there was a singular spot on the top corner of the right wing. It was bare of any feather, it was strictly skin. There was a small string of skin that held the strongest nerve in your entire body.Â
The nerve was used for connections, it was what allowed them to converse with the wind. But it wasnât until now that you both learned that it was much more because the second you touched it, you felt him.
You felt his every emotion, the warmth in his stomach, and the pounding of your cunt.Â
It all happened too fast, gone before you could relish in it. But if you allowed it for now, there would be many other opportunities for you to test out the connection.Â
After all, Heeseung would become yours for eternity.Â
Your mouth widened in amazement as Heeseung came untouched, his mouth opening with zero sound coming out. You werenât even sure if he knew what was happening, it made it all more enjoyable for you.Â
âYou came untouched?â It was a rhetorical question but still, Heeseung had no idea what you were talking about. All he knew was that there was a euphoric feeling rushing throughout his body, heâd never felt more alive than at this moment.Â
All he wanted was to feel it again and again, uncaring about what you tabled it as. He didnât know he could feel this good without sinning, he honestly couldnât wait to tell his friends.
If only you could hear his thoughts, youâd bathe in them forever. It was cute how Heeseung thought that he was still sin-free, not knowing that heâd committed one of the worst ones yet.
The feeling faded away after a few more seconds, his mind clearing as his consciousness rushed back. He was now much more aware than before and finally noticed a new detail.
You noticed the way he was trying to look down and decided to be a bit kinder, allowing his head to move on its own. Heeseung didnât seem to notice that he now had full control of his neck, all he saw was the giant wet patch on his bottoms.Â
It was also now when he noticed he was crying, his tears making smaller marks around his wetness.Â
âWhat is-â He was cut off by your hand grabbing his chin, pulling his confused eyes away from his soiled pants.Â
âIâll make you a deal, hm?â Heeseung nodded through his crocodile tears, his puffy cheeks stained with his fallen tears. You gave Heeseung a small smile, making a point to soften your eyes to appear more trusting.Â
âIâll help you out if you promise to⌠I canât say it, I know youâll say no.â You knew how to play your cards with a man who was desperate enough to do anything.Â
âPlease, Iâll do anything!â Heeseung didnât know a thing about being manipulated. It was a concept that didnât exist in his world. Or maybe it did but was disguised as something much less sinister.Â
âDo you promise?â A hiss. All it took for Heeseung to doubt himself once again was the small hiss that made its way through your throat. It sounded far less human than he was comfortable with, but he trusted you, did he not?Â
The lord swore forgiveness to everyone whoâs wronged him, why wouldnât Heeseung do the same?Â
âAnything, please I promise! J- just help me.â An angel's promise. It was the only thing you needed to know that you finally had him.Â
The only other thing that every species knew about angels, was that they could never break a promise. It was the greatest sin of all, a betrayal that wasnât worth forgiving. No one, not even the lord, forgave promises. It was the highest honour an angel could give, their promise.Â
Heeseung knew that he couldnât go back and undo what had been done, to take back the words that were spoken in a sense of urgency. And he didnât really know if he wanted to, not when he was finally able to move his arms.
âSit on the bed.â Heeseungâs legs moved under your command, the promise allowing you to control his every move. What he didnât know was that you didnât need his word to control him, it was part of your demon abilities.Â
He had no choice but to comply with what you said, he wasnât labelled heaven's highest angel for no reason.Â
You werenât completely sure where to start because usually you just did whatever you wanted, uncaring about the other person. All the other people whoâd summoned you had already been asleep when you arrived and stayed asleep the entire time. Their mortal minds were far too weak to handle the pheromones releasing from your body, even the other supernatural species couldnât handle it.Â
âMate me.â It was easier to get straight to the point, there was no need for any foreplay at this stage. The connection that youâd made with him was enough to prepare you for him, it was in your dna.Â
Heeseung on the other hand, didnât take it as well. He denied it right away, his head practically exploding at your words. Mate you? The lord would never forgive him, heâd be breaking his promise to him.Â
Promise after promise, it was all Heeseung was good for. Heâd promised his life away, his celibacy. Heâd be banned from heaven, shunned of his wings. Heâs already made the grave mistake of bringing you here, but this? This would cost him everything, his entire life.Â
But still, you made him feel alive. You made him realize that heâd never felt anything before- not even joy. Heâd been a cast of a person who he was forced to be, who even was he anyway?
A follower. And thatâs all heâll ever be for the rest of his life. Heâs never hated anymore more than how much he hates you for making him come to terms with his life.Â
It was his prayers that did this, why would the lord give you him if it wasnât supposed to happen? You were supposed to be here, the lord approved of you. Why else would you come? It had to be what was happening, Heeseung was finally allowed a pass to be the person heâd locked away many lifetimes ago.Â
But it stung, deep. His guilt came out in a wail of tears, angry fists banging against the bed beside him. His tormented thoughts roared with life, he was finally letting go.Â
Fuck the commandments, fuck his promises, and he only hoped the lord would let him fuck you.Â
And so with a wave of fresh tears and forgotten fears, he did what you said. He stood from his spot, your mind open and free of the handles you had strapped to his wrists.Â
Heâd pulled his pants down in one yank, his underwear pulling down with them. He wasnât sure what he was doing, but he was alive. alive. Lee Heeseung was finally alive.Â
The air smelt different, curtsey to your pheromones. Your hands felt rougher when they met his now bare chest, the bed feeling softer as his wings cushioned his fall.Â
His head was clear when he felt your hand grab his cock, his heart void of guilt when he felt your mouth wrap around him.
But as the circle goes, it comes back around.Â
Knowing that other men enjoyed thinking that theyâre too big for you, you fake choked on him. Your eyes filled with fake tears as you pretended to gasp for air. Your chest heaved at an uncontrollable speed, fingers numbing at the thought of making him feel good.
Sex came naturally to Heeseung, which was something the two of you didnât expect. His hands pulled your head back toward where he needed you the most, his thumb pulling your lips apart before he pushed you down to suction around him.
âGod- you feel so fucking good.â He doesnât even recognize himself anymore, his mind too full with the feeling of you to realize that heâd spoken the lord's name in vain.Â
He wasnât just betraying himself, he was giving up heaven. He'd give it away a million times more if it meant that heâd spent his life with you. Your name was the only one rushing from his mouth, the only one getting worshiped as your tongue wrapped around his bulbous tip.Â
You used your tongue to trace circles around the small slit at the top of his cock, collecting everything he was giving to you. He tasted so sweet, nothing like anything youâve tasted before.Â
He didnât warn you before filling your mouth, his amateur thrusts being overshadowed by your much more experienced lick.
Youâd pulled away from him after holding him in your mouth, waiting to feel him soften before pulling him off. Heeseungâs head tilted to the side in confusion when you opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue.Â
He wasnât sure what he was supposed to be seeing- ohâŚ
You felt a surge of confidence rushes through your body at the feeling of him hardening against your hands. âAlready? youâre so needy.âÂ
You rose to a stand, grabbing his hands to pull him to stand instead. All it took was a snap of fingers for your clothes to be gone, leaving you completely nude.Â
Heeseung felt like every moment of his life had led up to this, you were his final destination. Without him noticing, he whispered one final prayer. Right when he went to recite the trinitarian formula, he noticed. Â
Guilt was unforgiving but so was hesitation. He hesitated to give in earlier, but now?Â
âAre you ready?â Heeseung didnât recognize his voice anymore, a much deeper one coming out. His hands moved on their own when he pulled your legs around his waist, pushing his hips forward until his cock pressed against your lips.Â
You nodded once, pushing your legs further apart as you waited for him to make the move. He looked down at you cunt in appreciation, the lord really did take his time creating you. Itâs too bad that his favourite creation was going to ruin it.
Heeseung wrapped his hand around his base before giving an experimental squeeze. Heeseung had never touched himself before today, having no idea what was supposed to feel good.Â
He ignored his embarrassing inexperience and used his other hand to open you up for him. His mouth watered at the sight of your bare in front of him, you looked so welcoming.Â
He tried not to stare for too long because he knew that if he did he wouldnât be able to stop himself from using his mouth first. But heâd much rather finish it all off by licking you clean, drinking everything you have to offer.Â
He tapped the head of his cock against you, watching from under his eyebrows at how you reacted. From the way your hips pushed up, he knew exactly where to touch you.Â
He kept his head pressed against you as he pushed down, stopping once he reached your entrance. This was the moment that would change his entire life, he was never going to be the same way he was before.Â
And when he finally pushed in, his head fell forward with a loud moan. The blood of the virgin became the blood of the demon, he was no longer considered an angel in the lord's eyes.Â
Your hands grabbed his biceps as he pushed in deep, his cock hitting places youâve never felt before. He sped up, his hips slamming against yours over and over as he grew into a routine.Â
You obviously liked the way he was moving if your moans meant anything.Â
âBring me to heaven.â You managed to plead through your now real choked gasps. Your head was filled with explosions of colours, real pleasure rushing through your blood. His big cock felt too good pushing against your gummy walls, each curve of him fitting perfectly in your crevices. He was made for you.Â
Heeseung sucked in a harsh breath, a teasing smile growing on his opened mouth. His eyes were now open, staring into your own as he ravished your body for what it was.Â
âBut youâre a demon, and weâre already hereâŚâ He let out a small grunt at his harder thrust, his eyes closing once again. Heâd lost count of the number of times heâd reached this specific spot in your body, but he was certain that once he found it again he wouldnât let it go.Â
âNot that heaven-â your smile matched his as your body burned with the same flame, your impurities mixing with his. You shakily raised one of your hands up towards his face, your fingers wrapped around his jaw as you forced his face close to yours.Â
His eyes opened once again, his irises now completely black as he let himself fall into the pit of pleasure. âYour heavenâ Your back arched with a moan while your legs tightened around his waist.
Heeseung swore he was in love. With you, and the feeling of you. Nothing could turn him back now. He pulled your legs over his shoulder, his chest pushing away from yours as he pushed all his weight into his legs and hips.Â
He pressed kiss after kiss against your ankles, biting down to create indents across your calves. He knew this angle hit deeper into you because finally, he felt that spot and and over.
Both your volumes rose into near screams when you both reached your peaks. Without thinking twice Heeseunf pressed your knees flat to your chest, his neck stretching out to bite against yours.Â
Your blood filled his mouthÂ
Angels too sealed the mating process with a bite, but it was different. The magic was stored in each individual tooth. The pockets of their poison were located in their mamelons. And so when the angel bites into their mate, the pockets open into small needles. Three sharp needles accompanied each tooth, it was the only part of the tooth that got pushed through the skin.Â
Heeseung wasnât lying when he mentioned not craving blood, but now? His arms shook when had to pull himself away from you, the desire to drink from his new mate stronger than anything. âThank god-â He didnât know what he was thanking anyone for, but he needed something to fall back on. It just happened to be the roots that caught him.Â
Your broken moans were drowned out by your returning purrs, your eyes white as they rolled into the back of your head. Holy fucking shit, Heeseung marked you first?
Without allowing Heeseung to pull out you flipped him over, his back flat against the bed while you sat flush against him. He looked up through tired eyes, his mind coming back to normal as he softened inside of you.Â
âDonât thank god, he had nothing to do with this.â You growled at the angel before you released more pheromones. They seemed to do their job as he was hard again within seconds.Â
You felt him throb inside of you before you rose the tiniest bit, dropping down right away. Heeseungâs hands gripped your ass, helping your waist move forward and back with each raise and fall.Â
His hips buckled to meet yours, loud slaps echoing across the room as you sunk into him over and over. Heeseung forced his head up enough to look at where the two of you were connected and god, the sight didnât fail.Â
There was a thick ring of cum formed around his base, sticky strings connecting the two of you with every new raise. Heâd almost come on the spot once again, his body way more sensitive than yours due to his inexperience.Â
You saw the way his face scrunched up and automatically knew that he was trying not to cum. You used your mental hold on him to remove his hands from you and pinned them by his head.Â
His eyes were wide when they met yours again. He felt his heart stutter at the glare on your face. Has he done something wrong? Is he not pleasing you correctly?Â
âDonât keep anything away from me, give it all to me.â Your hips momentarily stopped, only his tip remaining in as you stared down at him.Â
âBreed me.â Your quiet whisper caused an eruption of pleasure to burst through his chest. He had you lying back on your back in seconds, his instincts putting you into the mating press.Â
âDonât start what you canât end.â He didnât say more before he pushed into you once again. He leaned his head down to meet yours, his lips pulling your bottom one between his teeth.
He gently tugged at it once before he forced his tongue between your lips, your mouth tasting of his earlier release. âYou donât look like an angel,â He ignored the harsh look you threw at him, giving you a small smile before he pressed his lips against your pulse point.Â
He breathed in a deep inhale, his body welcoming your new scent, one that was mixed with his. He bit the skin twice, the second much harder than the first before he soothed the wound with his tongue.Â
He trailed small kisses up your neck, all the day until he reached your ear. He pulled your earlobe between his teeth before placing a gentle kiss against it. âBut you definitely taste like one.â
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Levi's horrible flirting skills part 6.
Masterlist link to all the previous parts.
âI simply do not understand⌠we were talking so well and all of a suddenâ!â
âYou called her stupid.â
âAnd naive,â Hange added after Erwin, almost tired, while taking a messy sip from his tea, not bothering to raise his head properly.
Levi clicked his tongue, running a hand through his hair and almost tugging at it out of frustration. âI was just trying to tell her I was worried about her!â
âYouâve a very peculiar way of expressing your concerns,â Erwin remarked, raising one thick eyebrow at his friend's illogical actions. Unlike Hange, he raised his cup to his lips with elegant, measured movements.
âUGH!â Levi bent over the table where they should have been having a tactical meeting, but instead were having a catch-up moment as friends. His forehead hit the polished wood covered with glass, and he scoffed against the surface in frustration, fogging it up.
âYou should have known,â Erwin said softly, shaking his head with closed eyes as if the outcome was easily predicted, like a palm reader foretelling your life. âWhen a woman asks you to repeat something, itâs not because she hasnât heard you. Itâs because she wants to see if you have the guts to say it to her face. Thatâs the precise moment you should buckle up, fold the imaginary paper where you wrote your speech, smile, and say, ânothing, honey.ââ
Hange frowned deeply, even curling her lip in disdain. âSince when are you such an expert on how to keep a woman?â
The blond put down his tea and looked at the squad leader, almost offended. âExcuse me, I had a very long relationship with Marie before we broke up. I learned a trick or two.â
âWhatever, I fucked up and itâs all wasted now,â Levi said woebegone, his cheek resting on the surface and his eyes looking to the side, completely bereaved. He couldnât complete a single sentence without clicking his tongue or sighing in resignation.
âOi! Come on, shorty! You just have to go and apologise. Donât be such a coward,â Hange tried to raise her friendâs spirits.
âYeah⌠but give her a couple of days. Let her cool down a little bit,â Erwin added, fearing that Hangeâs enthusiasm might cause Levi to make another mistake.
But perhaps waiting a couple of days became weeks. Between work and each time he tried to lock eyes with her, she either completely ignored his presence or didnât seem particularly happy.
While it was still freezing cold, certain trees began to bud, and the sun warmed more than usual on some days. Early one morning, he saw her again, walking on the front sidewalk with five friends, each holding something from a nearby pastry shop. Her face had the softness and lethargic appearance of someone who had just woken up.
Clenching his teeth and with hopeful eyes, his body naturally straightened from his slouched position against a wall. He thought of taking one hand out of his pocket and waving at her casually, worried, and timid as he was that time on the boat.
âGood morning, Captain,â three youthful cadets passed by and bumped into him with suspicious dorkiness. Their rosy cheeks and shining eyes made Levi slightly uncomfortable.
He hadnât even noticed them, and the loss of focus on his main objective made him turn back frantically to where he was looking. She was already gone.
âMorning,â he replied disinterestedly to the girls who still wore their training ground jackets with swords on their backs. Levi returned to his slouched position, head down. He quickly heard the little girls giggle enthusiastically, muttering among themselves as they hurried away, thinking they were far enough for him not to notice.
âDid you see how he looked at me?â one whispered. Levi grimaced uneasily; he knew better than anyone that at their age, having silly little crushes on higher-ups was normal. âWhat are you, 13? You should be worried if I looked at you like that.â
He sighed loudly. âWhat would it take for you to look at me like that?â
Not that he daydreamed of her being like them, but he wished for the enthusiasm. Sparkling eyes, rosy cheeks, nervous chuckles, and rushed steps to tell a friend.
âI canât just keep spying on you from afar like a creep. Iâve run out of innocent excuses to pass by your workplace.â
âWell, itâs decided. On the 2nd of March, we leave again,â Erwin announced as he exited the building with signed papers.
âI donât want to die without having at least something with you.â
Such a simple thought. For a split second, which lasted days, he wondered if it was a sort of fetish he hadnât added to his list. But as another nurse, with the same uniform and the same soft touch, stitched up a cut he got when he came back and looked up at him from his left side, he felt nothing.
It reminded him so much of when she had tricked him into getting a vaccine, but it had no power over him. With her, it was like he couldnât get her face closer without fighting the overwhelming need to grab it and kiss her.
âOnce again, do I really need to tell you that Iâm dying to have a single silly chance with you?â
Something that feels utterly humiliating, like apologizing or confessing, really fades into oblivion when youâre visiting cadets half your age who are either dying or wonât be able to live a standard life after walking beside you to near-certain death. Levi looked at his soldiers in immaculate rooms and whitish beds, their bodies and faces blending into the sheets as they were covered in bandages the same shade as the rest of the room.
âDid I do good, Captain?â
Leviâs eyes opened slightly wider as he came back from his mental storm. âYes, you did great, soldier. Your sacrifice wonât be in vain.â
He wondered, only sometimes, if his words really held any real power. But they always muffled cries of relief and pain.
âIâm being a fucking coward, thatâs what I am.â
As the family members arrived in the room or fell asleep, Levi left. âEven a kick in the ass pushes you forward.â
He took secure steps down the halls. It was very late, and there was no security that she might be in the staff area. Or perhaps there was; he had learned which days she was on duty. Was it a bit on the stalker side? Perhaps. But Levi took pride in knowing her and wished to know much more.
It was stupid, but he held on to that information. Sometimes he was miles away in his office doing paperwork late at night, looked up at the clock on the wall, noticed the time, and something clicked in his mind. He would check the calendar and worry. The huge hospital, empty corridors, or long hours of staying up helping women in labor or taking care of the ill. Perhaps returning home when the sun hadnât completely risen yet. He was miles away, but he worried.
âI just need to know⌠I need to know if sheâs alright, if sheâs safe.â
That had been the reason for this whole issue, but this time he was confident in solving it or at least trying to.
He pushed open the door to the staff area. The room was freezing, either because it was in the basement or because the heating budget was spent on the patients. He froze momentarily when her pitched scream and little jump echoed in the room.
âDEAR Shenna! You scared me!â she exclaimed, raising one hand to her chest to calm her heart and sighing loudly. She had a cardigan over her uniform and rubbed her arms to keep warm.
Her body was next to the stove where she was warming up a kettle, her frown haunting him across the room. She said nothing, only scoffed and kept silent.
âThis seemed ten times easier in my mind five seconds ago.â
He pushed the door closed with his body, giving serious thought to the words he was going to use.
âLook, I didnât mean to insult you. That was just me bitching,â Levi said, raising a white flag in the mental no manâs land they held. It earned him a sidelong glance, but her body language showed she hadnât completely given in. âTch, what I am trying to say,â he scratched the back of his head, feeling the sensation of his undercut beneath his fingertips, âYouâre not stupid, but youâre too nice, and assholes like him abuse that.â
This time she turned to him slightly, still folding her arms to hold in the warmth, looking tired. âIâm not naive. I know my boss canât keep his hands to himself,â her voice was hushed, either because it was late or because she seemed exhausted. âBut not all of us are Humanityâs strongest, held in such high esteem by the military. I could lose my job. He could make my life a living nightmare. Plus, I prefer he bothers me rather than the new girls who are too young and too impressionable. No, Captain, Iâm not stupid.â
Levi wondered if his admiration was as palpable in his features as he felt it. âIâm not stupid,â his mind repeated. âYeah, youâre right. The stupid one is me.â
A young woman who held her own, whom he met having fun with her friends at a party, all of them keeping each other safe, who lived on her own. She wouldnât have survived the Capital if she was stupid. Levi knew firsthand how those environments shaped you: either you blend with them or you break.
She sighed once again, âThe last thing I need this week is to argue with you.â
It made him want to ask what else had happened, but he didnât want to push his luck. Instead, he rose from his slouched position against the door, walked to the countertops next to her, and rested there.
âItâs fucking freezing here,â he said, hoping the little shaky fire from the stove would warm the air more.
âYeah⌠I canât feel my feet,â she replied. âYou look good, though.â This time, she managed a side smile, perhaps too tired to smile fully.
Levi quickly assumed she was referring to his recent return. âYeah, it was a shitty mess of an expedition, though.â
She hummed. âI heard. A lot of rain, Iâm sorry.â
Levi shook his head, dismissing her apology as she held no responsibility. âTch⌠about your boss, someone should put him in his place.â
Her eyes rolled as she chuckled. âWho is going to do it? The MPs who go to men-only parties with him?â she joked, though her words carried no humour.
Levi, unable to stop looking at her face, said, âI could cut his balls off for a modest price.â
She giggled, tilting her head to the side and biting her bottom lip to suppress her chuckles. But he felt his chest warm up. âHoly shit,â he thought, feeling pride at making her laugh genuinely for the first time. âI wish I knew another fucking joke to pull off.â
âYouâll go to jail if you do that,â she replied, entertained. As the conversation flowed easily, her sleepiness slipped away. âYouâll go to jail, and Erwin will kill me for losing his best soldier.â
âNo, Iâm the stupid military boardâs favourite, didnât you say that? Theyâre too scared because Iâm the only one who could kill the titans if they break another wall. Iâll just pull off a shitty excuse,â he replied, bending slightly forward and closing the space between them.
âAnd your excuse, Captain?â
The way his title rolled off her tongue, it was just not holy what it created in his system.
âHeâs fucking tall⌠maybe I confused him with a weird titan who has balls⌠or should I say had?â
This time she laughed, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she showed her teeth. She tried to cover it with her left hand, and Levi was tempted to hold it down so he could still see her laugh.
The little slap of her hand against his arm caught him off guard. It didnât hurt, but the proximity surprised him. âStop it, youâre going to get me punished. This is a hospital; we should keep quiet,â she whispered.
She was so close, both bending forward. âMaybe I should just fucking go for it. Go big or go home,â he thought. But she straightened up, pushing the sleeve of her cardigan further into her hand to use it to grab the kettle that was already whistling.
Back to being slouched against the countertop, he lost his chance. Hands in pockets, he couldnât help but watch her as she walked to the cup with the tea ready for her to pour the water.
âYou want one?â she asked, and Levi tried to hide the fact that he was mesmerised by the way her hips moved in the skirt. He just nodded. âSo, whatâs your modest price, Captain?â
âHuh?â The question confused him, as his mind couldnât think of two things at once. He tried to remember his own words while thinking that she had the best ass inside the walls. Menâs brains have limitations.
âYou said,â she began, pulling another cup out of the cupboard and filling it with water, âthat you would do it for a modest price. Whatâs your modest price?â
His brain was still recovering from seeing her laugh next to him about a joke he made, the cute little swing of her uniform as she walked, her cheeky smile as she looked at him. It was hard to come back from that and reply as he usually would. No actual thoughts, no consequences.
âYou going out on a date with me.â
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Meeting the Mayor
Sleepy King Master Post
Mayor Masters had left their little group waiting for far too long. It was clearly a power move, something Batman expected of someone like Lex Luthor, not the mayor of a small town that had been all but swallowed up by the nearby larger city. It was so predictable that he even started a mental countdown on when they would be allowed to meet Masters. He was, of course, right.
On entering the mayorâs office, Masters was sitting behind his desk, an oily smile spread across his face. He didnât even stand to greet them. âGood afternoon, itâs not every dayâŚâ Masters trailed off as his face scrunched up. âStrawberry shortcake! Did some youths play a prank on you?â
Batman glanced briefly towards his fellow League members, they looked just as confused as he was. Diana squared her shoulders, âWhat do you mean?â
âYou donâtâŚâ Masters frowned as he looked them over, âNevermind, my mistake. What did you want to discuss?â The man smiled brightly as he leaned over and pressed a button on a small desk fan, the blades whirred to life.
Diana smiled just as brightly and just as fakely as she sat down in front of his desk. âWeâre here to make sure youâre aware of the resources the Justice League has made available to any municipal body.â
Constantine took his cue and lounged in the chair next to Diana while Batman chose to loom over her shoulder.
âResources?â Masters asked with a raised brow.
âYes, we understand that attacks on a âsuper villainâ level can leave a lot of collateral damage that smaller cities may struggle to repair, especially those that havenât had to deal with such things before. The Justice League provides aid to anyone who applies.â
âAh, how generous!â Masters gave a smile that made Batmanâs skin crawl. âBut Iâm sure even you have limited funds, would not they be better left to those truly in need? As youâve seen, our little town is doing just fine without your help.â
âAnd how is that?â Batman asked. âThereâve been reports of numerous attacks over the last two years, where is Amity Park getting the resources to repair the damage?â
âBelieve it or not, ghosts are incorporeal and thus donât cause as much collateral damage. Also, the appearance of ghosts has caused a spike in tourists, which has been quite the boost to our economy. And lastly, as the mayor is it not my civic duty to support my town, which I love so dearly? Of course Iâve been supplementing Amityâs budget, and Iâve been making sure to hire only local businesses to keep Amity Parkâs money inside Amity Park.â
Batman narrowed his eyes. He chose not to mention that Vlad had only moved to Amity Park shortly before running for mayor, or that he had bought and combined a few local construction companies and has been using them exclusively. Certainly everything about the man was suspicious, but that wasnât what they were here to talk about. Instead he pulled several pamphlets from his utility belt. âWhile youâve been lucky so far, it would be in your best interests to be fully aware of the resources available to you and your fine town in case something larger scale happens.â Not that it hadnât already, he couldnât imagine anything larger scale than the entire town and neighboring city getting pulled into another dimension by an undead tyrant king.
While Batman and Diana painstakingly went over the pamphlets with Masters, whoâs smile wilted more and more the longer they took, Constantine kept muttering under his breath and making motions with his hands where Masters couldnât see them, staring intensely at the mayor the whole time. Batman was curious what he was seeing.
The wall suddenly burst, small bits of plaster and wood showering over Masters and the cape Batman had used to shield himself and his fellow League members.
âVladdie!â A familiar voice called boisterously, âYou wonât believe what happened! Oh, I didnât know you had guests.â
Masters was brushing debris from his person as he spoke with clear disdain, âYes, well, if you would use the door as. Iâve. Asked! Numerous time. This whole situation could be avoided.â
âHello again,â Dr. Jack Fenton said cheerfully with a little wave. âWhat are you doing visiting Vladdie?â
âWe were just ensuring Mayor Masters was aware of all the JL resources available to him,â Batman said as he let his cap fall back around his body.
âOh, that reminds me,â Diana said brightly. âWe also have support available for minors doing hero work, you wouldnât happen to be able to get in contact with Phantom, would you?â
Dr. Madeline Fenton, along with both their children, approached as Diana asked her question. Mastersâs eyes trailed over to the group before focusing back on the League members. âNo, Iâm afraid not. Heâs a ghost, you know. Likely he spends most of his time in the Ghost Zone, only comes here to play around with his ghost friends and cause collateral damage.â
âHey!â Danny said indignantly. âPhantom is a hero whoâs working really hard to keep the town safe!â
âYes yes,â Masters said while waving his hand at the family. âI know you and all your little friends think Phantom hung the moon and stars. Wait, shouldnât you two be at school?â
âThere was an incident,â Jack said proudly.
Masters sighed, âIt wouldnât happen to have anything to do with these fine people, would it?â He waved at the League members as he spoke.
âGood guess, Vladdie!â
âI thought so.â Masters swept the pamphlets into his desk drawer. âWell thank you very much for your concern, I shall make sure to keep these in case we ever do need assistance. Now if youâll excuse me, I need to contact someone about repairing my wall. Have a lovely day.â Masters stood and simply walked through the busted wall with the Fenton family.
Batman watched them leave through narrowed eyes.
âNot the oddest town Iâve been in,â Diana remarked thoughtfully.
Batman simply turned to look in Constantineâs direction.
âThe mayor is also dead as a doornail, but fully alive.â
âHe also clearly smelled your demon blood,â Batman added.
Constantine nodded. âI'm getting all kinds of odd readings off the mayor, no I'm not explaining it. Just know he's weird, but still not as weird as the kid, though he's close."
"Should we not follow them?" Diana asked.
"I put trackers and bugs on all of them," Batman replied.
"'Course you did, mate."
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[4.1k] as promised, jack throws luke a belated birthday party before the season kicks off. except, luke gets more surprises than he bargained for. (smut)
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âI donât get why we have to do this.â
âIâm just following instructions.â
âI already know Jack is throwing a party, there is no surprise.â
âI know. You have said it thirteen times since we left the apartment.â
Luke shot the older defenceman a look, his face blank and unimpressed. It had been bad enough that Jack had barged into his room at an ungodly hour on their off day, rambling away so fast that it took Luke a few minutes to even realise what he was saying. He had clothes thrown at his face and told he had fifteen minutes to get out of the house before he was dragged out.Â
He was only mildly surprised to find John waiting outside their apartment complex, two coffees held in his hands and looking just as thrilled as Luke to be awake so early. And just like Luke, he had been given close to no instructions on what to do, other than keep Luke out of their apartment until everything was ready.Â
Whenever that would be.
âI donât get why we couldnât just hang out at yours.â Luke said, leaning back against the hood of the car as he shovelled the ice cream around the small tub he was holding. âOr why he demanded I spend the day acting like a seven year old.âÂ
âTo say goodbye to your youth before you turn twenty,â John replied.
Luke frowned. âIâm already twenty.â
âSemantics,â John shrugged.
Luke stared at his teammate for a few moments, letting the silence envelope them. He got along well with John, probably better than some of the older teammates. He didnât want to say it to anyone elseâlike Jack or Quinn or his parentsâbut it was a little intimidating. He wasnât the youngest guy in the team, and he knew he had others his age. But sometimes, the older defenceman were justâŚa little intense.Â
He knew they meant well. He knew they only wanted to help and guide. But it was hard to believe the words they were saying when it was still pre-season, when Luke still felt like he had to prove himself on the ice, even after playoffs.
But John was a nice middle. He wasnât old but he was experienced. He understood it a little better than some of the others. Luke might have even gone as far to say that John had been the closest thing to an actual friend that he felt on the team, like somebody he thinks would genuinely hang out with him outside of team hangouts and post-game pub crawls.
Lukeâs eyes narrowed in suspicion at the older boy. âDo you know what Jack is planning?â
He could see the beginnings of a smirk tugging on Johnâs lips.
Luke pointed his little spoon in accusation. âYou do!âÂ
âEat your ice cream, Luke.âÂ
âSurely I get birthday boy privileges or something.â
Johnâs face broke out into a full blown grin. âThought you were already twenty? Not technically the birthday boy then, are you?âÂ
Luke only rolled his eyes as the boy beside him cackled, but there was the makings of a smile on his face too.Â
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He had made the mistake of underestimating a Jack Hughesâ party.
Luke knew what his brother was like. He knew how his mind worked and how he thought and how he acted. He knew just what certain words and phrases really meant. He knew the kinds of tricks Jack tended to have up his sleeve.Â
He had ranted to John about as much all day. He had warned you about the same.
He was fully equipped to be prepared with whatever was on the other side of the door.
And yet, Luke still found himself standing frozen in shock when he opened the apartment door to so many fucking people screaming happy birthday at him. More people than he ever considered possibly fitting into their apartment.Â
Every surface had more bottles of alcohol on them than he could count, there were balloons and other decorations taped to the wall, and he was pretty sure he saw a fucking keg hidden amongst the crowd.
It was the most Jack Hughes kind of thing to throw him a party that resembled a frat party, more than a fucking birthday party. He shouldnât have been surprised and he still was because, honestly, he didnât think it would be much bigger than the team and their partners and some extra friends.Â
Luke didnât think he knew half the people in his house right now. Maybe more than half.Â
And still, staring at the large group of people, he couldnât help but let his eyes wander over the crowd as if he would be able to spot you in seconds.Â
But he couldnât.
Instead, Jack was dragging him into the apartment with a shove and a big smile. He had a drink pushed into his hands seconds later, more people wishing him a happy birthday and the overwhelming realisation that his social butterfly brother was going to drag him around to meet every single stranger currently in his house.Â
And as much as he wanted to claim it was horribleâand it kind of was, sociallyâJack undoubtedly knew how to throw a great party.Â
He was in the middle of listening to some retelling of a goal from a game that Luke didnât even care about when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He glanced around him, everyone far too focused on the storytelling before he slipped his phone out. He wished he was embarrassed with the way his smile grew when he saw it was from you.Â
cherryđ: which room is yours?Â
cherryđ: please answer quick before i break into your brotherâs room
Luke pressed his lips together, trying to resist the urge to smile or laugh.
hockey boy: is there a reason youâre trying to sneak into my room?Â
It didnât even take a few seconds after he pressed send for you to respond.Â
cherryđ: stop being a smart ass and tell me which one
cherryđ: otherwise i guess jack gets your presentÂ
And it was stupid, really. He didnât know what you got him. It could be a card for all he knew, and he would be grateful for it regardless. But still, something about the implication of your words made his cheeks flush in response.Â
And something quite possessive bubbled in his chest at the idea of anyone else being in his position.Â
It was his gift, after all. He had every right to feel possessive over it. Or, at least, that was what he told himself as he quickly responded.Â
hockey boy: second door on the left
He watched the bubbles appear on his screen, let the seconds pass painfully until your message came through.
cherryđ: come and get your present, birthday boy ;)
He stared at the text for a lot longer than he cared to admit before he was snapped out of his thoughts, feeling someoneâs pointy elbow digging into his side. His head snapped up, finding Jesper staring at him with a slightly concerned look.
âYou good? Your face has gone red.â
He could almost feel his cheeks burn hotter in response.Â
âUh, yeah,â Luke cleared his throat and gave the older boy a slightly strained smile. âI mustâve drank a little more than I expected. Iâm just gonna go splash my face and Iâll be back.â
Jesperâs brows furrowed together. âYou sure? I can go get Jackââ
âNo, no,â Luke quickly reassured him, giving his shoulder a small pat and squeeze before he took a step away from the crowd. âPromise Iâm all good. Just need to freshen up.â
Jesper didnât look convinced but Luke didnât give him much time to say anything else before he rushed off.Â
He kept his head down, trying to avoid eye contact and getting dragged into conversations as best as he could. He gave polite smiles when he could, pushing through the crowd of people without a second thought before he made it to the corridor that led off to the bedrooms.
It was quieter, which was expected with most of the guests in the main communal areas but Luke didnât give much thought to them or anything else as he made a beeline for his room.Â
His heart was thundering in his chest as he reached for the door, quickly sliding inside and shutting the door with a heavy sigh before he finally turned around. He leaned back against the door, taking in the sight of you casually sitting on his bed like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Maybe because, for some reason that was beyond his own understanding, it was.Â
You sitting on his bed, leaning back against your hands as you grinned at him. Your white dress was a stark contrast against his navy blue sheets, resting around mid-thigh and it drove him crazy. Almost as crazy as the cherry red lipstick did.Â
âHappy birthday, Hughes.â
His nose scrunched. âYou canât call me that when my brother is under the same roof.â
You snorted. âAw, you know youâre my favourite.âÂ
Luke didnât bite back his smile this time. âIs that my birthday present?âÂ
You grinned back, patting the spot on the bed next to you. âWhy donât you come find out?âÂ
He barely had a chance to sit on the bed before your hands were on him, fingers lightly tugging on his curls as you pressed a smacking kiss onto his cheek with a cheesy grin.Â
âHappy birthday, Luke.âÂ
He huffed out a laugh, turning to look at you with an elated expression. âThanks, Cherry,â he murmured, almost shyly as your fingers remained in his hair, playing with his curls like it was instinctive. âHow are you enjoying the party?â
Your lips twitched upwards. âYour brother sure wouldâve made a great frat boy.â
âItâs his true calling,â Luke joked.
âAnd youâre a popular boy,â you commented.
His cheeks flushed. âOh noâŚIâŚI donât know half of them, to be honest. Maybe even more than that.âÂ
Something glinted in your eyes and you smiled at him. âSo Iâm one of the lucky few people who actually know the birthday boy?âÂ
He swallowed. âOne of the few, yeah.âÂ
âIâm honoured,â you hummed, tilting your head to the side. âIâm guessing you wonât be missed if I keep you up here for a bit, then?â
He blinked, staring at you for a few seconds before he remembered he had to respond. âUh, yeah, no. We canâŚwe can stay here for a bit. Or a while. Or however long you want.âÂ
You tucked your lip between your teeth. âGood. Get comfortable.â
His eyes widened a little. âHuh?âÂ
âGet comfortable, Luke,â you repeated, something quite like pride blooming in your chest as you watched his face blush in response. âNeed to give you your birthday present.âÂ
âOh,â he murmured before he realised. âOh! Right, IââÂ
Luke glanced at you for a second, seeing if you were going to give him any hint on what was happening but you just smiled at him. He cleared his throat, almost embarrassed by the way his dick twitched in response before he shuffled back onto the bed until his back was pressed against the headboard.Â
âIs this okay?â
âPerfect, baby, always so perfect for me,â you murmured, not wasting any time as you began to crawl towards him.Â
He gulped a little, watching you like he was completely entranced. He expected you to swing your leg over his lap, to feel your thighs on either side of him as you settled yourself on him. He waited for you to be close enough before he could reach out, before he could pull you closer. He itched to have his hands on you.
But you crawled until you were kneeling beside him, your knees brushing against his thigh and hand on his stomachâbut it still didnât feel close enough for his liking.Â
Yet, when he opened his mouth to speak, you were already leaning forward to kiss him.
The way he moaned in relief the second he felt your lips on his was almost pathetic, but Luke couldnât bring himself to care. You shifted in your spot before your free hand cupped his cheek, guiding his head so you could deepen the kiss with a swipe of your tongue against his lips.Â
He parted his lips with no hesitation.Â
âHm, good boy,â you hummed, your breath tickling against his lips and it made his cock strain in his jeans.Â
âAlways for you,â he responded, almost like it was instinctive. It took a few seconds for his brain to catch up, for his body to flush in realisation.
But he could feel your smile widen against his lips and it made it worth it.
You pulled back, panting softly as your hooded eyes took him in. Your gaze glanced over every inch of his face before they lingered on his lips. Your eyes darkened and your lips twitched as your hand moved to cup his jaw, to let your thumb slowly swipe over his lips.
âCherry red looks good on you, baby,â you commented, and it was only then he noticed how smudged your own lipstick looked.Â
âMight give you a run for your money,â he retorted, his voice a little lower and rougher than it was moments ago.
âHm, I bet you could.âÂ
He gulped a little, the blood roaring in his ears as he felt the anticipation of your next move crackle under his skin like lightning waiting to strike. He watched you closely like he was scared to miss something, like this would all end if he looked away.
âRelax, Luke,â you said in a softer voice, the hand on his stomach lightly fisting the material of his shirt. âYou trust me, right?âÂ
He nodded.
âAnd youâll tell me if you wanna stop?â
He nodded again.
âGood,â you murmured before you were leaning in again. âThen sit back and enjoy your present, birthday boy.â
And every other coherent thought Luke had in his brain went completely out the window as you leaned in to kiss him again.Â
There was the distant thumping bass sounding from the main room that made him feel like he was back to the party just over a month ago. When he was in the small bathroom with you, feeling just as hot and flushed as he did now but for very different reasons. And if he didnât have your tongue in his mouth, he was sure he would have appreciated how poetic it all felt.
But he really, really couldnât bring his brain to do anything except focus on you, you, you.
A needy noise sounded from the back of his throat as your hand on his stomach travelled downwards, as the heel of your palm pushed against the bulge in his jeans.Â
âSo responsive,â you murmured between kisses as you continued to palm him over his jeans.Â
He felt breathless, his brain feeling fuzzy and his body feeling overwhelmed as he desperately tried to keep up with you, to kiss you back, to not buck his hips like he desperately wanted to do.
âThis okay?âÂ
He sighed, nodding his head.
You hand paused, and he almost whined in response, before your fingers paused at the button of his jeans. âStill okay?â
He nodded again.
âWords, baby. I know you can use them for me.â
âYeah, still okay,â he managed to get out between gritted teeth, almost sounding wounded as he felt your fingers circle his button before slowly popping it undone. He let out a staggered, heavy breath as your hand slid into his jeans, until the warmth of your palm squeezed his cock over his boxers. âOh, fuck.â
âShhh, canât be too loud, baby,â you murmured, watching the way his head slumped back against the headboard with a thump. âNot when they can hear you.â
âThereâs music,â he defended weakly, his eyes fluttering shut as you slowly began to stroke his clothed cock.Â
âYour pretty noises are louder,â you teased, unable to help yourself as you leaned forward to press a kiss to the hollow of his neck. âHelp me get these off, yeah?âÂ
Luke could only find it within himself to nod and lift his hips to help shuffle the fabric of his jeans and boxers to pool just above his knees. âPlease.â
âNo need to beg this time,â you assured the boy, pressing another kiss just under his jaw. âGonna give the birthday boy what he wants.âÂ
He blinked his eyes open, expecting to find you staring back at him. Instead, your focus was on his exposed dick, resting against his stomach. He swallowed a little, suddenly self-conscious and painfully aware that despite the amount of times you had made him come, this was the first time he had everâŚwellâŚit was the first time you had ever seen his dick.
He opened his mouth, but no words came out. Nothing except a noise mixed between a moan and a whimper as your thumb traced over the slit on his head.
âPretty boy, pretty cock,â you commented casually, like your thumb wasnât spreading the small beads of precome over the head of his cock.
âCherry,â he breathed out, fighting the urge to clench his eyes shut. âFuck. Please.â
âI like when you say my name like that,â you confessed, turning to look at his flushed cheeks and glossy eyes that were already staring back at you. You never once looked away from him as you raised your thumb to your mouth, wrapping your lips around it.
He gritted his teeth together. âShit.âÂ
The eye contact remained as you licked the palm of your hand before reaching down to stroke his cock again, no layers of fabric acting as a barrier anymore. Just your warm, wet palm slowly pumping the length of his hard cock, in his fucking bedroom when a whole party of guests celebrating him were just god-knows how many feet away.
âFuck, yes,â he moaned out, slumping back against the headboard again as you continued to stroke his cock. His eyes fluttered shut as a small voice in the back of his head muttered about how much better it felt when it wasnât his own hand.Â
âThatâs it, baby, just sit back and enjoy,â you whispered, closing the distance between your lips and his neck once again. Your breath tickled along the column of his neck, sending small shivers through his body as he tried not to twitch his hips.
âFeels good,â he managed to blurt out.
He could feel your smile against his skin. âYeah?âÂ
âYeah,â he nodded hopelessly, his hands fisting the duvet on either side of him. âSo good.â
âHm,â you hummed in amusement, your teeth lightly nipping a spot just before his ear. âYou gonna last long, baby?âÂ
He shook his head, whimpering.
âGonna be a good boy and come for me?âÂ
He nodded without a second of hesitation.Â
And then he felt your lips against his ear, your breath warm and your voice sultry as you whispered, âthen come for me, Luke.â
And he fucking shattered.Â
White, hot pleasure exploded through him. He could feel it in every nerve in his body, from the tip of his fingers to the end of his toes. He could feel the rush down his spine, the spots dotting his vision as he tried to ground his bearings. He could feel his cock twitching in your palm as he came, as ropes of his come exploded over your hand and his thighs and stomach.
âHoly shit,â he breathed out, chest heaving with soft pants as he took a few moments before he turned his head to look at you.
âLike your birthday present?â You asked with an innocent smile.
Luke snorted, not replying as he leaned forward to press his lips against yours. It felt like the natural response and you didnât seem to push him away.Â
When he pulled back, he reached for a box of tissues and handed you a few to clean yourself up whilst he did the same. It was only thirty seconds of silence before he opened his mouth to say something, his brain still fuzzy and the oddest urge to say âthank youâ on the tip of his tongue when he heard familiar voices on the other side of his door.
âNah, I swear Jack said his room was to the right.â
âHe said left, dipshit.â
âNo, he definitely said right.â
Lukeâs eyes widened as he turned to look at you, a sudden burst of adrenaline and panic ridding him of whatever post-orgasm brain fog he was experiencing seconds ago. âGet under the bed.â
You blinked. âWhatââ
âGet under the bed now,â Luke hissed as he quickly scrambled to pull his boxers and jeans up.
You listened to him, despite his confusion, as you quickly slid off his bed and crawled underneath the frame. You disappeared just as the door to his room burst open and Luke was met with three very familiar faces grinning at him.Â
âHAPPY BIRTHDAY, LUKEY!âÂ
Despite hearing their voices, the shock of seeing three of his closest friends didnât hit him until they were standing right in front of him. His heart was still thundering in his chest and his brain still felt a little delayed, but the smile on his face was genuine as he took in the sight of Mark, Ethan and Rutger.
âWhat the fuck are you guys doing here?â Luke retorted, shuffling off his bed. He contemplated hugging them before remembering what had just occurred seconds ago and thought better of it.Â
âYou really think we were gonna miss your birthday?â Ethan asked with a scoff.
âI mean, it was a few weeks agoâŚâ
Rutger lightly punched his arm. âDonât be a dick, we just flew from Michigan to be here.â
Luke raised his brows in surprise. âYou did?â
âWe wouldnât have missed it for the world, bud,â Mark replied, a softer smile on his face. âYou may have hit the big leagues but you canât get rid of us.â
He swallowed back the lump in his throat, an odd pang of homesickness in his heart craving to be a college student in Michigan once again. âI wouldnât dream of it.â
âI think the better question is why the fuck you are hiding at your own party,â Ethan spoke up, slapping his arm around Lukeâs shoulders before he began guiding him to the door. âYour brother splurged on a shit ton of booze downstairs, we should be taking advantage of that.â
âAnd kicking their asses in beer pong,â Mark added with a grin.
âLetâs fucking go!â Rutger whooped, already the first one out the door with the expectation of the others to follow.
âGonna embarrass them all,â Ethan grinned, turning his head to look at Luke before he frowned a little. âHey, whatâs that on your neck?â
Lukeâs eyes widened as his hand instantly came up to his neck, as though he would be able to feel the lipstick staining his skin. âUhâŚitâsâŚa rash.â
Ethanâs brows furrowed together. âDamn, really? It kinda looksââ
âAre you two coming or what?â
Ethan rolled his eyes. âWeâre coming!â
âHurry up or Markâs my partner in beer pong!âÂ
Ethan scoffed, his mouth parting in offence. âAbsolutely notââÂ
Luke didnât get much of a chance to say anything else before Ethan and the others all but dragged him back into the party. The guilt of leaving you in his room swirled inside him, but he waited until the boys were distracted before he managed to slip his phone out of his pocket.Â
hockey boy: i am so sorry about that
hockey boy: i didnât mean to leave you like that
hockey boy: i feel like a dickheadÂ
His lip was tucked between his teeth as the typing bubbles appeared.Â
cherryđ:Â donât worry about it, luke
cherryđ: have fun with your friendsÂ
cherryđ: hope you liked your birthday present ;)
His cheeks burned but he grinned down at his phone.
hockey boy: donât think anything can top it
He paused for a few moments, glancing up to find his friends still lost in some debate on who was gaining Mark as their beer pong partner before his focus shifted back to his phone. With some lingering confidence and the shots Ethan made him do as soon as they left his room in his system, he found himself typing and hitting send before he could over think it all.
hockey boy: next time i get to make you come
hockey boy: itâs only fairÂ
Luke watched as your response came in soon after.Â
cherryđ: maybe you can show me how good you really are with those hands of yoursÂ
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It's ironic to me that part of the fandom insists so much that Hua Cheng's personality revolves around Xie Lian when in fact MXTX created Hua Cheng first and then had to make Xie Lian his ideal type. Like, the truth is that Xie Lian was molded for Hua Cheng. I find this contradiction very funny, I'm sorry.
But they were indeed created for each other.
Hua Cheng has a strong personality, he is firm in his ideals and beliefs, assertive in his opinions, cold in his justice and someone who does not bend the rules just to fit in, he creates a third way instead of adapting to a world that hates him and was cruel to him.
His ideal type would have to be someone as confident as him, who not only does not bend the rules, but also does not get corrupted by difficulties, someone benevolent enough to see people like him with kindness, because only someone faithful in his beliefs would be able to be so different from everything that the world says is right â because the right thing is for you to annihilate people like Hua Cheng, whether they are innocent or not, just because of a supposed curse that they did not ask for.
This meta is based on this excerpt from the afterword that MXTX put in TGCF â
When it comes to character designs, the Shouâs were decided on first for the first two novels, but I was torn over the Gongâs for a long time, and needed a run-in period. Hua Cheng, however, was an exception. Inspiration struck and there he was; inspiration struck again, and I blinded one of his eyes.
[...]
It was actually the Shou, Xie Lian, who tortured me for up to half a yearâs time. When the novel started serializing, I was still torn over him for a long time.
[...]
But the most important thing is, by my instincts, someone like Hua Cheng will most definitely love someone like this. So, after a good half a yearâs worth of qualms, in the end I still typesetted him: Itâs you!
Speaking more about this postscript, I found it interesting how for MXTX, Xie Lian was the most difficult character she has ever played. People tend to think that Xie Lian only has two personality traits: (false, for many) kindness and idiocy. The idiocy may even be right lol, but when you stop to think about it, Xie Lian is a really difficult character to create and, mainly, to develop.
For all the layers he has, he could easily be a snobbish prince, a vengeful and bitter ex-prince, a fallen prince who rises again to reconquer his kingdom and reclaim his throne or a spotless saint who is always intelligent and wise and is above things like sadness, anger, lust, etc.
We know that Xie Lian is none of these things, he was not made for these plots. But if he is none of these things, then what could he be? Honestly, I find it very difficult for anyone to come to the conclusion that your protagonist is a "loser" who failed and has no ambition to rebuild his kingdom and become the new king. It's bold to make your protagonist a poor and extremely unlucky nomad, especially with the princely background that you gave him, we can see from the amount of stories out there about protagonists who lost their kingdoms and then have a path of reconquest that it's difficult not to be tempted to follow that path.
Of course, Xie Lian is a god, something greater than a prince or king, but he is a poor god, known as "the joke of the three kingdoms", he has no wealth and for 800 years he only had 1 believer that he didn't even know existed and he is also known as the "god of plague" and "immortal scrap collector", unconventional titles in the literary world lol
He must experience youthful ignorance, overestimation of his own abilities, have been laughable, been foolish, made mistakes, despaired, felt hatred, gone crazy. But he canât run, and he canât hide; everything is what it is. All this was killing me. Not just within the text, but outside the text too. My mediation was useless, and Iâve no energy anymore either, so in order not to be affected, I stopped looking at comments altogether. Since I always habitually vaccinate myself before a serialization begins, speculating on all the worst possible scenarios and preparing myself mentally, by the time serialization started I had already expected how all the negative comments would go down. But after much hesitation, I still thought, why not try all different kinds of characters? I havenât tried writing a main character like this before.
â MXTX
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More Than Friends
summary: just two oblivious softies
warnings: none!
a/n: inspired by this request !
word count: 1.6k
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Youâve known Leah for years. Youâve been through it allâschool, youth academy, the awkward phase of realising youâre both gay and your parentsâ tragic attempts to understand what that meant.
If anyone asks, Leahâs your best friend. You hang out all the time, have a weekly standing breakfast date at some overpriced organic cafĂŠ because Leah insists their smoothies are life-changing, and, on more than one occasion, youâve been caught having full-on wrestling matches on the living room rug when someone makes the mistake of putting on a reality show with a competitive element.
The Chase, weâre looking at you!
But youâre just friends. Sure, Leah looks at you like youâve sewn every star in the sky just for her, and yeah, youâve caught yourself wondering what it would be like if she ever kissed you, but youâre both practical, reasonable adults. If there was something more between you, youâd know by now. Youâre practically soulmates, but the platonic kind. The kind that talk about who theyâd date if they ever started dating again. Which youâre not, because youâre both âtoo busyâ with your own lives and ânot really looking for anyone right now.â
Itâs funny, though. Everyone else seems to have a different opinion. Your mutual friends, like that time Laura came over for a movie night and blatantly refused to sit between you and Leah on the sofa, claiming, âIâm not going to be the third wheel in whatever the hell is going on here.â Or when Beth invited you both to her birthday party but refused to put you on the seating chart together because, as she said, âItâs not a double date, guysâ
To which you responded with a classic, âWho, us? Weâre just friends!â
You donât see what the big deal is. Leah texts you constantly, and sure, she sometimes insists on picking out your clothes before you go anywhere because âYou need to stop wearing those same jeans every time we go out.â You just think itâs because Leahâs a bit of a control freak, which youâve told her multiple times. Her rebuttal? âYou just have no tasteâ
No taste? Youâve got plenty of taste, actually. Leahâs always complimenting you, too, which really doesnât help her argument. Last week, when you wore that new jacket she made you buy, she practically wolf-whistled in the middle of the bar. âLooking good, babe,â sheâd said, and you rolled your eyes so hard you almost lost contact with reality.
âPlease, Williamson, contain yourself,â youâd muttered, but you couldnât hide the grin on your face.
And then thereâs the flirting. At least, what your friends call flirting.
To you, itâs just banter. Youâre naturally a bit cheeky, and Leah can give as good as she gets. Like the time you told her she looked particularly dashing in her new suit, and she leaned in close, eyes locked on yours, and whispered, âIf you think Iâm dashing now, wait until you see me without itâ
You sputtered something unintelligible, but it was fine because Leah just laughed and punched your arm, hard enough that you felt it for the next two hours. Flirting? Thatâs not flirting, thatâs just classic Leah.
Sure, sometimes the banter takes a turn that even you canât quite explain. Like when you two were at that menâs match, and during halftime, when they were playing that cheesy love song over the stadium speakers, Leah turned to you with a smirk and said, âThis is our songâ
âOur song?â You raised an eyebrow.
âYeah,â she said, leaning back in her seat, arms crossed like she just made a killer play, âYou know, if we were like, one of those couplesâ
You laughed, because of course thatâs funny, right? Leah, your best mate, whoâs currently watching you with this mischievous glint in her eye, almost like sheâs daring you to challenge her. âYouâre so silly,â you said, throwing a handful of popcorn at her. She just winked and said, âThatâs why you love meâ
Right. Thatâs why you love her. Like a friend. Like a really good friend who also looks great in every lighting, and who youâd fight a pack of wolves for if the situation ever arose. Youâve actually had that discussionâa hypothetical about how many wolves it would take before one of you chickened out. Leahâs confident she could take on at least five, maybe six if theyâre ânot like, super rabid or anythingâ
You told her sheâs delusional, and then she offered to demonstrate how sheâd do it. So there you were, in the middle of your kitchen, Leah making slow-motion karate chops and what she called âstrategicâ growling noises, while you struggled to keep a straight face and actually managed to look concerned when she said, âYou think I couldnât handle a wolf? Iâd rip its head off, and Iâd do it for youâ
You didnât tell her thatâs probably the most romantic thing anyoneâs ever said to you. Because itâs not romantic, itâs just Leah. And thatâs why you love her.
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âStop saying that,â Katie groans one night when youâre all out for drinks and Leahâs leaning on you in that way she does when sheâs too tired to keep her head up. Itâs a good thing Leahâs more of a lightweight than you because the last thing you need is her realising sheâs practically snuggling into your side like an oversized cat.
âSaying what?â you ask, but you already know. You just want to make her spell it out.
âThat youâre just friends,â she says, exasperated, like sheâs said this a hundred times, which she probably has. âYou two act like youâre married, and you donât even acknowledge itâ
Leah makes a noncommittal noise, half-asleep against your shoulder. âWeâd make a cute couple, though, wouldnât we?â
âTotally,â Katie says, deadpan, staring at you with raised eyebrows like sheâs trying to telepathically scream at you to get a grip.
âWe would,â you agree, patting Leahâs head because thatâs what friends do. âBut weâre notâ
Katie just sighs, long and loud, and mutters something about denial.
Leahâs not helping. She keeps doing things that make your heart beat a little faster, like that time she grabbed your hand to cross the street and didnât let go until well after you were on the other side. Or when she showed up at your place at 2 in the morning with your favorite snacks because youâd mentioned in passing that you were having a bad day. Youâd called her an idiot for driving in the middle of the night just for you, and she just grinned and said, âWell, what kind of girlfriend would I be if I didnât?â
âYouâre not my girlfriend,â you corrected her.
âRight,â she said, smirking like she knew something you didnât, âIâm notâ
If you werenât so oblivious, you might think sheâs trying to tell you something. But you are, so you donât. Instead, you two carry on as usualâbickering like an old married couple, sharing clothes, pretending that the lingering touches and inside jokes are all part of the package deal that comes with being best friends.
Because thatâs all it is. Just friends. Nothing more.
Nothing more until the day you catch Leah staring at you during one of your movie nights. Youâre halfway through a rom-com, the kind you both pretend to hate but secretly love, and you glance over to see her looking at you with an expression that youâve never quite seen before. Itâs soft, like sheâs memorising your face, and thereâs something in her eyes that makes your stomach flip.
âWhat?â you ask, suddenly self-conscious, because Leahâs never looked at you like that before.
âNothing,â she says, but she doesnât look away, and now your heartâs doing that stupid thing where it speeds up like youâve just run a mile.
And maybe, just maybe, you start to wonder if everyone else might be onto something.
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Summer Secrets
Regina George x Reader
Word Count: 13.2k
Notes: minor homophobia, some angst, cursing, fluff, soft Regina (only for reader), cheating (technicality), takes a lot from the movie but timeline may be different.
Summary: When tasked with showing Cady Heron around school, you two quickly become friends. When Cady comes in contact with Regina George you feel obligated to help her out. Things get complicated from there because you have a soft spot for the mean girl.
An: Full disclosure have never written this much for a single post, but I'm excited to share it with you guys. I hope you like it likes, replies, and reblogs are always appreciated đ
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For some people high school felt like the end-all-be-all of life. It made sense to some extent. Spending your formative years locked in a building with other hormonal youths forced to participate in some social hierarchical bullshit that only benefited the one percent, sounds like a nightmare. If you were lucky enough to do well, youâd get to spend some time as one of the top one percent. However, any wrong turn and youâd be remembered for whatever mistake you made for the rest of your school career.
It sounds over dramatic (cause it is), but itâs true. Itâs your junior year in high school and people are still calling Janis Ian a pyro lez. On the other side of things, Regina George still enamored people. Many people fade in and out of popularity but not Regina. She held her crown in an iron clad grasp and would die before she let it slip.
You didn't really understand how Regina became popular. As far as you were concerned popular meant well-liked, but it didn't seem like anyone genuinely liked Regina other than Gretchen and Karen. Regina was cruel, but she was pretty and had money which in some convoluted way made her the queen bee.
You didn't play into the social dynamics of North Shore. You weren't some outcast or loner who was proud of being different, you weren't a nerd who got bullied by jocks, and you were not some popularity-obsessed junkie. You were just a person.
Someone who went to classes, ate lunch, then went to more classes, and subsequently left the school premises. So, while the school might have been a magnet for chaos, you felt like your experience was pretty normal.
Unfortunately, the normal way you went through school was about to drastically change.
For some unknown reason you had been selected to give a new student a tour of the school.
âAlright Katy this is Y/n, sheâs going to be showing you around today. You got the same classes and lockers close enough together so, be friends or something and have a nice day,â principal Duvall was quick to usher you two out of his office.
âMy nameâs Cady by the way not Katy,â she broke the silence as she followed you down the hallway.
You stopped in front of her locker, âWelcome to North Shore Cady, try not to get sucked in to all the chaos.â
The girl gulps as she places her belonging in the locker, âChaos?â
You take in her appearance, and she shifts under your gaze, âNorth Shore is kind of like that scene from High School Musical where theyâre dancing in the cafeteria singing about the status quo. You seem like a sweet girl Cady, and the last thing you need to do is find yourself with a label on your forehead.â
Cady hears what you say, but sheâs stuck on the fact that you called her a sweet girl, âIâve been home schooled my entire life and now I feel like Iâm being tossed to the wolves.â
You laugh, âIâd say thatâs a pretty accurate analogy. As your guide, I can try to keep you out of the drama, but you are a new student, so youâll get some kind of attention.â
You take Cady to homeroom and have her sit by you before class starts. You make a little small talk with her, until youâre interrupted.
âY/n, whoâs the new girl?â Janis plops directly behind you.
âCady, this is Janis.â
Before Cady could speak to the goth girl, Damian interjects, âIs that your natural hair color? Itâs gorgeous.â
Again, before the girl can speak for herself, the boy takes some of her hair in his hand, âSee, this the color I want.â
Janis swats his hand out of Cadyâs hair, âSorry about that, Damian is too gay to function sometimes. Heâs not the best with boundaries.â
The conversation doesnât go any further as Ms. Norbury walks in. Ms. Norburyâs attempt at introducing Cady goes comically bad, but itâs not something that she harps on for long before starting class.
The rest of the classes seem to go by quickly and soon itâs time for lunch. You can see Cadyâs head spinning as she looks at all the cliques.
âWho do you usually sit with?â
You shrug, âI usually donât eat in here, itâs super stuffy. But if I do itâs usually either with the stoners or the art kids.
You stand quietly in line before Cady speaks up again, âWhatâs your label?â
âI donât have one. Iâm not some outcast or jock or anything like that. Iâm an actual human being and labels are overrated.â
She nods slowly smiling, âThatâs pretty cool.â
One you both gather lunch you go and sit at the edge of the stoner table. You give some greetings before turning your full attention to Cady.
âOk, don't freak out but I won't be here tomorrow. So, youâre going to be on your own,â you break the news to the ginger.
She falters a bit, âOh okay.â
You see her eyes land on Janis and Damian.
âBe careful with those two.â
Her eyebrows furrow, âWhy they seem cool?â
You elaborate, âThey are cool, but they have labels and roles to fit in to. Theyâve got an affinity for ditching class and making up schemes. So donât get sucked in to that stuff alright?â
Cady nods and then you see her eyes sparkle, âWho is that?â
You follow her line of sight and find yourself in a brief staring contest with the schoolâs queen bee. Your eyes dance over her features and time seems to slow down for a moment, until she finally looks away from you.
âThatâs Regina George.â
âShe seems important,â Cady says, noting how everyone around seems preoccupied with her.
You counter, âShe carries herself that way, so no one really questions it. Regina is the most popular girl in school. The two with her are Gretchen and Karen. Some people call them The Plastics.â
âGot it, so I should steer clear?â
You shrug, âSheâs a massive deal and some people would grovel for even a minute with her. Sheâs got a lot of influence around here. So, I would just say be careful of interacting with her. Sheâs as mean as she is pretty.â
âI donât get it.â
You sigh, âItâs nuanced. You shouldn't be seeking out interactions with her but trust me you don't want to turn her away or brush her off if she approaches you. She can ruin the rest of your time here, so careful of her.â
One last time you look in Reginaâs direction to see her laughing at some poor kid.
Cady sees this but decides against questioning it. The rest of the day goes by quickly and by the end of the day, you might just consider Cady your friend. You exchange numbers and tell her to make good choices in your absence.
It was some time the following night that you got a text from Cady.
Cady: I think I messed up today.
Y/n: What happened?
Cady: I got invited to sit with the Plastics.
The text conversation ends there as you canât help but call the girl. She picks up immediately and starts rambling about her day. You silently listen from the other end of the line, almost in disbelief that all of that could happen in one day.
âSo, you got encouraged to sit with Regina and her friends by Janis and Damian, who also made you skip class,â you try to follow.
âYes.â
You continue, âAnd you have a crush on Aaron, from Calc?â
Cady blushes on the other line, âI donât know? I just think heâs cute.â
You run a hand over your face, âJesus Christ Cady, Iâm gone for one day and this is what you get in to, Aaron is Reginaâs ex."
She scrambles over the phone, âI donât know it just happened. What do I do Y/n?â
âTomorrowâs Wednesday, so the best advice I can give to you is wear something pink,â you joke over the line.
âDamian is letting me borrow his shirt.â
You couldnât contain your laughter.
âItâs not funny, Y/n,â she whines.
âTell him to keep the shirt. You can borrow something from me instead.â
Cady is grateful but she has a curious tone as she asks, âYou donât seem like the pink wearing type.â
You speak coyly, âWhat have I been saying about labels Cady? You canât put me in a box. Fun fact pink is one of my favorite colors.â
Cadyâs next words are hesitant, âMaybe if you wear something pink too, theyâll let you sit too.â
âCady, I have no desire to sit with Regina and her friends, but I donât want to throw you to the wolves without at least trying to save you. So, for you, Iâll wear the pink, but that doesnât necessarily mean theyâll let me sit.â
âThank you, thank you, thank you,â Cady praises you over the phone.
You chuckle, âAnything else?â
âNothing that I can think of. Youâre the best Y/n, Iâll see you tomorrow. Goodnight.â
You smile, âGoodnight, Cady."
When the conversation ends you get out of your bed and head for your closet. For the most part it was filled with t-shirts, jeans, sweaters, and the occasional formal attire. You have to go deep into the back of it to actually find what youâre looking for.
Youâre hesitant to pull it off the hanger. Itâs a simple pink bomber jacket. Itâs cute and the material is soft. Cady could wear it. The one thing that gives you great pause about letting her borrow it, is that the jacket had been gifted to you by Regina George.
You had grown up in North Shore, so you were always aware of Regina George. Youâd gone through school together, even sharing some classes together. All this to say you knew the girlâs character. She had always been mean.
It was 2 years ago when your parents decided that a family vacation during the summer would be good for everyone in the house. You weren't complaining, it was good to get out of the city.
Your parents had gone all out and rented out a beach front property for the 3 months you had away from school. It was a gorgeous property, and you often found yourself enjoying the scenery.
The last thing you expected to see was Regina George. Yet coincidentally the home your folks rented was right next to a property owned by Reginaâs family.
You didnât have any need to acquaint yourself with her. So, for a few weeks into the vacation, you didnât approach her. That didnât stop you from looking at her. You always knew she was gorgeous, but it was a shame her personality didnât match.
Eventually your staring caught her attention.
âY/n, right?â
You frown as the sun you were using to read is blocked. You look up to see Regina standing in front of you. Her blue eyes pierce yours curiously.
âYep, how can I help you?â
âWhy so formal?â
You finally meet her eyes, âWell you are the most popular girl in our grade.â
Reginaâs eyes divert from yours, âWe arenât in school right now.â
You nod, âYouâre right. So, I can just tell you to fuck off.â
She sets up her things next to yours, âYou could, but who says I will listen.â
You laugh a bit, âWhat do you want, Regina?â
She sighs, âIs it a crime to want some company?â
âItâs not,â you answer, before returning to your book.
âI havenât seen you here before. I come every summer,â Regina tries for small talk.
You sit the book down and give the girl your full attention.
âMy parents saved up to rent out a beach front property this summer. They said itâs good for family bonding,â you say.
âIâve only really seen you,â Regina comments.
You shrug, âMy parents are enthralled with each other. Theyâre rediscovering how much they love each other. Where are your parents?â
You see her shift under your gaze, âMy dad is on some business trip or something and my mom is out somewhere with my little sister.â
That first interaction spurred on by Regina started something of a summer friendship. You had no expectations of keeping it when the summer ended. So, when she came to you nervous one of those summer nights saying that it was better not to interact at school, you werenât surprised.
You told her you expected this from her and that it was fine, but that maybe you could continue this friendship next summer. That night she hugged you for what seemed like forever as an apology.
When school started back it was like you were strangers. You were surprised to receive some texts from her here and there. Youâd always answer, and youâd be lying if you werenât looking forward to summer.
When the next summer rolled around, as soon as your feet hit the sand you were nearly knocked to the ground. The queen bee locked her hands behind your neck and her legs wrapped around your waist.
âYou miss me or something, Gina?â
âYou have no idea, how much Iâve been looking forward to it.â
She pulls away to look at you but doesnât unhook her legs from your face. The two of you stare at each other for a moment before you clear your throat. She drops down smiling innocently as a blush spread across your face.
âYou look good,â Regina comments.
Your hand scratches the back of your neck, âPuberty or whatever, I guess.â
Her hand finds yours, âSo whatâre we doing first?â
Last summer was different than the first. It didnât feel like you were further expanding the friendship, it felt like you were building something different with Regina.
Those suspicions were confirmed when her lips met yours one night when you both were watching the waves.
âYou arenât supposed to kiss me, Gina,â you whisper against her lips.
âWhy not?â
You open your eyes to look into hers, âBecause when we go back to North Shore, Iâm going to miss this.â
She pulls away, âIâm sorry, I just-â
You chase her until her back is flat on the sand. You hover over her lips, before pecking them, âBe mine for this summer Gina.â
You can see the sadness in her eyes as she speaks, âIâm going to break your heart, Y/n.â
Your hand cups her face, âI know, but thatâs not your problem.â
Regina shakes her head, âI care about you, Y/n. I donât want-"
âJust let me down gently baby,â you plead with her.
She sees the desperation in your eyes as they search hers. Regina didnât want to hurt you, she needed you to stay away from her. For once in her life, she was thinking about the consequences of her actions. However, pushing you away was not an option.
She captured your lips again. You deserved more, but you were begging for her. All she could do was keep her promise and let you down gently.
You thought you had prepared yourself for the summer to end. That was far from the truth because when you woke up the day before you left, Regina was already gone.
You thought she left without saying goodbye. You were wrong. When you went to the patio of your summer home, you found her goodbye. She left you her jacket, a letter, and a seashell necklace.
The letter itself had a few tear stains on it that made it hard to read. You didnât think Regina was the type to put pen to paper, but you were used to being surprised by her.
Iâve tried writing this a bunch, but I keep fucking it up. I shouldâve started with Dear Y/n or something, but that just didnât sound right. Iâm sorry for so many things, Y/n. You told me to let you down gently and here I am leaving without saying goodbye because I'm selfish. Iâm mean, Iâm selfish and Iâm not good for you. When school starts, I have to uphold this image and as much as I want to say that itâs not me. Itâs not true. Iâm that girl that you know back home, but here with you⌠I feel this responsibility to be better. This summer meant everything to me. Every moment with you meant everything to me. I wish we could stay here because Iâve never been happier. I will never be happier then I was here with you. I donât deserve to be. I hope this was gentle enough, baby.
Love,
Your Gina
Reading the letter stirs a plethora of emotions through your system. You let Regina break your heart and you hadnât faced her since. The thought of getting close to her at school scared you. You knew the girl you had feelings for didn't exist during this time of year and if you got in her way, sheâd surely take you down.
The next day you find yourself wearing a pink tank top mostly covered by your black zip-up hoodie. You send Cady a picture of the jacket advising her to find something that matched.
You arrive on campus and patiently wait for Cady to show up.
âPink might be your color Y/n.â
You roll your eyes, âShut up Janis and what are you planning with Cady and Regina?â
âI can't shut up and explain at the same time soâŚâ
âIâm serious Janis. Cady is fresh meat for someone like Regina.â
Janis claps her hands together gleefully, âFresh meat or a blank canvas. Regina stood up for Cady yesterday, which means she's taken an interest in her. Queen bee sees potential, which means Cady is either a successor or a threat.â
âOk, what does any of that have to do with you?â
Damian enters the conversation at that point, âOh itâs a part of her plan for revenge on Regina.â
Janis smacks the boy a few times. The end up play-fighting before you get between them.
âEnough! Revenge for what exactly?â
Janisâs eyes darken, âThat information is classified I'm afraid.â
You glare back at her, âYou shouldnât drag Cady into this.â
Now itâs Janis who rolls her eyes, âIf she wants to help out a friend who am I to stop her.â
You get up as soon as you spot Cady. With one final look back to Janis you say, âFriends donât use each other in revenge plots.â
Cadyâs outfit was simple, but cute and the jacket would go perfect with it. You greet her with a smile.
âNervous?â
âMore than I was on the first day,â she frowns.
You grab her by the shoulders and shake her a bit, âYou got this and even if it flops, you have me ok. The biggest thing to remember is you have to be yourself alright?â
âJanis and Damian said I shouldnât be myself around The Plastics,â Cady put her head down.
âHey, look at me. You donât need to try to fit in with them. Regina invited you to sit, which means she wants you there. Think about it like that,â you try to ease her nerves.
She nods, giving you a small smile in return, âThat makes sense. Oh shit, theyâre looking at me. Do you have the jacket?â
You turn to find Regina and her clique looking curiously in Cadyâs direction. Quickly you pull the jacket out of your bag. Cady reaches for it, and you pull it back slightly.
âThis jacket is important to me, ok? I need it back at the end of the day,â you warn her.
Cadyâs attention stays on the popular girls until she sees Reginaâs gaze shift towards you. Again, the two of you are in an intense staring contest.
âIâll give it back to you at the end of the day,â Cady repeats.
You hand her the jacket and go to walk off. Her arm catches your wrist, and you turn around. Itâs a bit too fast and the girl almost falls, so you steady her.
âCareful,â you scold her lightly.
Her voice is light as she questions you, âWhereâre you going?â
âTo my locker?â You say curiously.
âWell, mine is close to yours so I didnât really expect you to- sorry itâs silly. You go, Iâll see you-â
This time itâs her that goes to pull away. You drop your hand into herâs leading her towards the lockers.
âNo, youâre right. Sorry, Iâm just kind of used to doing my own thing. It makes complete sense for us to go together.â
âI didnât mean to make a big deal out of it,â she apologizes.
Your hand lets go of hers as you get in front of your locker, âNo big deal, letâs just get through today.â
Lunch comes sooner than you want it to. You try to hide your nerves for Cadyâs sake. She approaches Reginaâs table with you not too far behind her.
Before she sits down, she clears her throat and looks at Regina, âH-hey itâs cool if not, but I was wondering if my friend Y/n could sit here maybe?â
Gretchen goes on some tangent about it being disrespectful to ask and says that Cady should be disinvited just for even bringing it up, âI mean who do you even think you are?â
âAre you done Gretchen?â Regina replies not even looking at the girl.
âI- I,â she stutters and sits silently in defeat.
Regina eyes look at Cady as if sheâs bored, âIs she at least wearing pink?â
You unzip your jacket revealing the pink tank top underneath. Regina looks briefly at shirt before letting out an exasperated sigh, âOnly today.â
The answer shocks Gretchen and Karen, but they donât say it. Cady sits at the edge of the table while you decide to sit next to Karen, in a way that separates you from the main group.
âCute jacket. Whereâd you get it?â Regina says to Cady.
The question alone makes the food on the lunch tray unappealing to you.
Cady answers seamlessly, âIt was a gift.â
Itâs a good save. If it hadnât been Reginaâs jacket it would have been the perfect lie. The blonde lets it go with a hum before she starts diving into the stereotypical gossip of the school.
Itâs hard being this close to her. You had done what you could to stay away from her at school, but here you were sitting across from her trying your best not to stare.
Gretchen goes on explaining the rules of The Plastics to Cady for what felt like forever. You mindlessly scroll through your phone wishing the lunch period would end.
Cady definitely didnât need you here. You had decided that you were going to leave the table, but before you did, you felt her eyes on you. It was like you were glued to the seat.
âSo, weâre going to my house after school to study. Cady are you in or out?â Regina asks, but itâs really a demand.
âYeah, for sure Iâm totally in,â she says excitedly.
âOne day offer loser, are you in?â Regina looks at her nails, but itâs clear sheâs talking to you.
Gretchen speaks up again, âRegina you canât be serious? Sitting with us was one thing, but-â
âIâm sorry, was I talking to you Gretchen?â Her voice was ice cold.
Cady looks at you with eyes that were basically saying âpretty pleaseâ.
âIâm in,â you say against your gut feeling.
Once lunch is over you all disperse. Cady corners you before you go to your next class, âOh my god that went so well. Regina even asked us to come over.â
You bury your head in your hands, âWhat have I just agreed to?â
âHey, this is a good thing, right? If it's not its only one hangout,â Cadyâs hand finds your shoulder giving you comfort.
âYouâre right, itâs just- Reginaâs kind of intimidating up close,â You mumble.
Cady nods, âVery intimidating. Did something happen between the two of you?â
You make a face that creases your eyebrows, âWho? Me and Regina.â
âYeah, I've seen you staring at each other, and it just feels like tension,â Cady says.
You avoid the truth skillfully, âWell, I've known Regina a long time. Iâve seen what she's capable of. Itâs pretty scary. Itâs not really staring on my part more like freezing in fear.â
âShe canât be that bad. I think sheâs kind of sweet,â Cady admits.
You shake your head, âWhat did I tell you before Cady? Regina George is mean.â
Cady scoffs, âEverybody keeps saying that, but no one is giving me any examples.â
âWatch her the rest of the day, you'll get it then,â you say knowing that Regina couldn't go too long without letting her mean streak show.
It didnât take long for Cady to see what you were talking about. Regina treated their peers like they were beneath her at every chance she got.
When your last class was over, you both made your way to Reginaâs jeep. Cady is stopped on the way by Janis and Damian. You decide against staying for that conversation. You expect the ginger will catch up to you.
When you get to the car Regina is already there waiting. It is slightly strange seeing her without a boy or her friends. Cautiously you approach her, but not to close. You keep your head down as you stand what you deem as near enough to her car.
âGet in,â she says after an awkward silence.
Your hand barely touches the door to the back before she speaks up again, âThe front seat.â
This causes you to look up at her, but sheâs already making her way around to the driverâs side. You follow her orders and get in the passenger seat next to her.
You canât remember the last time you felt this fidgety. Your hand finds a spot firmly on your knee to keep it from bouncing out of control.
âYou gave her the jacket,â Itâs small when she says it.
Itâs a challenge for you, but you make eye contact with her, âSheâs just borrowing it. I would never give it away. â
The conversation dies there as Karen, Gretchen, and Cady arrive at the jeep.
âRegina, why is she in my spot?â Gretchen complains about your presence once again.
You start to remove the seatbelt to get in the back, but Reginaâs hand grabs your wrist.
âGretchen, when did you start asking more than 2 stupid questions a day? Nothing in my car belongs to you. If she were in the driver's seat, I would expect you to get in and shut the fuck up. So, get in the back and stop being so annoying.â
You could see Gretchen shrink under Reginaâs words. Part of you feels bad for her, she was just acting in the way Regina usually would approve of. You were already making things complicated when they didnât have to be.
The rest of the girls pile into the back of the jeep and itâs awkward for a moment, but eventually the chatter starts naturally. Once again you feel out of place.
You canât stop thinking of the feeling of Reginaâs hand on your wrist. Her skin on yours provides you with a sense of comfort. Itâs almost like you were remembering that you knew what she felt like. Youâre craving her touch; the thought alone makes your face burn with embarrassment.
Pulling up to Reginaâs house feels surreal. Itâs bigger than you thought. It almost felt wrong to go inside. Regina ushers everyone upstairs quickly trying to avoid her mother. You move the quickest, slightly afraid that Mrs. George might recognize you from the summer. Cady takes time to properly greet the woman.
If being in her house felt wrong being in her room felt even more invasive. Itâs as pink as you imagined it be, but not in a childish way.
This is when Cady tries to fold you into the conversation, âY/n, actually really likes pink.â
Itâs so sudden having all the girls look to you for conformation. You try to regain your usual attitude, rather than the bundle of nerves you've become today.
âI think it's pretty cool,â You shrug.
Karenâs eyes widen, âYou talk?â
You laugh as the other girls roll their eyes, âYes, Karen I talk.â
âWell, you haven't said anything this whole time so how was I dose to know,â she tilts her head to the side.
She has a good point. From that point you try to engage me with the girls. It isn't so bad. The more you talk with the others the more you begin to relax.
That was until Mrs. George came upstairs with snacks. You excuse yourself to the restroom. It isn't until youâre out of the room that you realize you have no idea where it is.
âFollow me,â Regina appears from seemingly thin air.
You follow her and the two of you end up in front of the bathroom door. You stand there not saying anything to each other.
âWell, are you going to go?â
âI donât actually have to go, I was just saying that to leave the room in case your mom recognized me,â you explain.
Regina nods, âRight makes sense."
Another long pause.
âIâm sorry, for coming here Gi- Regina. I was just trying to be there for Cady,â you don't look at her as you speak.
âLooking out for your new girlfriend, I get it,â thereâs some venom in her tone.
âSheâs not- Iâm not into Cady.â
Regina falters, âItâs not my business, I shouldnât have assumed.â
That was her way of apologizing. You donât know what else to say. Your eyes linger on her, taking in her appearance this close.
âStop looking at me like that,â she says before heading back in the direction of her room.
You sigh, âYou look good, Regina.â
That seems to stop her in her tracks. She turns to face you again, âYou can't say stuff like that.â
You take the opportunity to joke, âDo I need to say you look so totally fetch instead orâŚ?â
She rolls her eyes playfully, âYouâre annoying you know that.â
Itâs completely different than how she said it to Gretchen. For this small instance in the hallway, she sounds like your Gina. It makes your heart flutter but sickens you all at the same time.
Re-entering Reginaâs room you see the girls looking at a weird book. You see the shift in Reginaâs features instantly, âWhy is that out here? â
âYour mom thought it would be funny,â Karen answers, flipping through the pages.
You can't help but read one of the pages aloud, âMs. Norbury is a PUSHER, a SAD OLD DRUG PUSHER.â
The book is filled with girls from school, itâs surprising you had escaped the pages. Itâs then youâre reminded just how effortlessly cruel Regina could be.
Janis's revenge plot was starting to make more sense. You hated to agree, but maybe she needed a fall from grace.
âI have to go,â you say gathering you're things.
Regina moves to block your exit. She looks at the rest of girls like theyâre idiots, âWhy aren't you guys grabbing your shit? She has to go that means you all have to.â
The girls scramble to pick up their stuff. Regina grabs her car keys from the vanity, signaling that she was doing drop offs.
She takes Gretchen home first, then Karen, next is Cady. You notice Cady doesn't have on your jacket when you get a glimpse of her. Slight panic bubbles inside of you. If she left it at Reginaâs, you'd likely never see it again. You get a text as you come to this realization.
Cady: The jackets in your backpack
Y/n: Cool thanks
When Regina parks in front of Cadyâs house you say goodbye and tell her to text you later. When she leaves the car, the energy shifts drastically.
You knew Regina did this intentionally as your house was only a block over from hers. It would've made sense to take you first, but she waited to have you alone in this moment.
âCan we talk?â You see her hands tightly grip the steering wheel.
âWell now is as good as it's going to get, isnât it?â You say picking at the sleeves of your sweater.
Regina sighs, âYou were never this timid on the beach.â
âYou and I both know you're a different person there. I never thought Iâd be in this situation with you here, forgive me if Iâm cautious around the queen bee,â you rebuttal.
Her grip tightens, âYouâre scared of me.â
You shake your head, âIâm not scared of you, Gina.â
âThen why?â
You look out of the window, âIâm scared of the way you make me feel. I look at you and all of a sudden, I want to be back on that beach. This is as close as weâve been during the school year, and I canât make a habit of this. You let me down gently, but that doesnât mean my heart isnât broken.â
âI told you,â itâs a whisper from the blonde.
âI would do it all over again,â you still canât look at her.
Regina feels herself losing her composure. Before she can drive any further, she pulls over in a random parking lot. She shakes her head as tears build behind her eyes.
âYouâre not supposed to say shit like that, Y/n. Itâs cheesy and overplayed. Itâs something you say to people that you care about, and you shouldn't care about me,â she begins to breathe heavily.
âGina-"
Her hands find her hair as a groan leaves her, âI hurt you Y/n and you just let me. Why donât you hate me?â
Your hands reach for hers. She lets you pull them from her scalp.
âRegina, Iâm not some stranger you met on vacation 2 years ago. I grew up here, with you. I knew what I was getting into. I did it anyway,â your thumb runs over her knuckles.
âYou didn't want more?â
Your eyes soften, âI wanted you in every way youâd allow me to have you, Gina. You werenât just some summer fling to me. Itâs just- I knew you'd never go for that. You have this image to uphold, and I fuck it up.â
âYou shouldnât care about my image. You should be calling me a coward and a liar. I donât get why you havenât even tried to expose me,â she goes on.
âI don't care about school politics,â you say.
She sounds desperate as she speaks, âBut I do, and you could ruin me.â
Against your better judgment your hand caresses her cheek. She looks up at you and you lean forward.
âI gain nothing from hurting you Gina,â your lips graze hers as you speak.
âFuck it,â Regina closes the gap between the two of you.
Her lips against yours feels better than you remember. Neither of you are eager to pull away. When you do your forehead rests against hers.
âI was so stupid thinking I could stay away from you,â Regina says trying to catch her breath.
âI missed you too,â you tell her.
âWe have to figure this out. Iâm not ready to⌠show this side of myself to the school, but I need you,â Regina admits.
You shrug your shoulders, âWe could sneak around. No one has to know.â
She searches your face, âAre you sure?â
You nod, âPositive.â
People often make jokes about famous last words, but that honestly felt like yours. Life became a lot more hectic after you suggested that arrangement between you and Regina.
A lot of it was a blur as she began to pull you into the janitors closet whenever she got the chance. Sometimes for talking and sometimes to makeout.
Off campus you would find yourself at the blondeâs house quite often. The two of would hang out in her room for hours. On occasion she would borrow her momâs car to take your somewhere out of the city.
While things were going great for you with Regina. Cady was slowly but surely making her move on Aaron. You didn't think it was wise, but if it made her happy, then you supported it.
Cady had also kept her seat with Regina and friends. It seemed like she was finally progressing towards actually becoming a member of their clique.
You hadnât been around much, but you hoped this meant Cady was done with whatever Janis had been planning. Playing both sides wouldnât be good for her.
âAre you going to Chris Eisel's Halloween party?â Cady asks as she goes through her locker.
âProbably, everyone is going.â
She nods her head, âI think I'm going to try to get with Aaron at the party.â
Your eyes widen, âI don't know if that's a good idea.â
Cady dismisses your warning, âRegina and I are cool now. I think I'm going to tell her I like him and see if it's ok that I take my chance.â
You look at her as if she was crazy, âCady getting with the queen bee's ex-boyfriend is not smart. Telling her about it beforehand only gives her prep time to take you down.â
âIt will be fine.â
You knew that it, in fact, would not be fine. Your suspicions were confirmed later in the day when you were in Reginaâs room.
The blonde paces back and forth silently. Thereâs a scowl on her face. You let her try to cool down for nearly 15 minutes, but at this rate there would be a hole in the floor where she walked.
âSo, you talked to Cady,â you lightly poke the bear.
âWho does she think she is? I let her into the most influential group at the school and now she wants to fuck my ex. If she gets with Aaron thereâs a chance that I look like an idiot,â Regina was furious.
âHow would that make you look bad? You dumped him, right?â you try to follow.
âIt makes it look like Iâd allow anyone to have the things that I have. Dating Aaron would push her up the social ladder. Being one of us and dating him would make her more popular than me,â she says it like itâs obvious.
âRight,â youâre still confused.
Regina groans before finally sitting on her bed next to you, âYou wouldnât get it. Youâre not into the school politics or whatever it is you say.â
You wrap your arms around the blonde and she leans back into your touch, âJust try not to destroy her too bad, ok? Sheâs, my friend.â
âIâm going to put that ginger bitch in her place,â she threatens.
You sigh, but thereâs not much else you can do. You warned Cady that this was a bad idea.
âNo more talking about Cady. We have episodes of Malcolm in the Middle to watch,â you kiss the top of her head.
âYouâre right, I donât want her cutting into our time together,â she places a kiss to the side of your jaw.
You knew that whatever happened at that party would be bad, but for now you decided to ignore it for now. In hindsight, it was a mistake. It was almost as if all the time you were spending with Regina made you forget that when everything was said and done, she was mean.
The partyâs already in full affect when you get there. Itâs almost impossible not to spot Cady in her costume.
âI see you went for the scary over sexy look,â you shout so that she can hear you.
âI thought this is what they meant by costume. Not just a pair of mouse ears,â you can barely make out what sheâs saying over the giant plastic teeth.
You laugh, âWell I think itâs pretty cool for what itâs worth.â
âThanks, I hope Aaron thinks so too. Who are supposed to be?â
You pull out your tiny comb and run it through your hair, âWell me sweetheart, Iâm grease lightning.â
She giggles at your antics, âI donât why, but that makes sense for you.â
You chat with Cady enjoying the party atmosphere until you get a glimpse of Regina, âWow.â
Cady turns her attention to the blonde, âShe looks amazing. Is she-â
âAn angel,â you finish Cadyâs thought.
Cady watches as your eyes rake Reginaâs entire form, âIâve never seen you look like such a fan of hers before.â
Itâs a task as you tear your eyes away from Regina, âIâve said it a million times Cady. Sheâs mean, but damn she's pretty.â
âIâm going to go say hi, Iâll be right back.â
You donât stay to watch the interaction between the two girls opting to get a drink from the kitchen instead.
In the kitchen your quest for a drink is postponed as you see Karen standing on the table, looking as if she was going to fall. In typical North Shore fashion, instead of helping her down people are recording her.
You take it upon yourself to walk over and extend your hand to the girl. She takes it gratefully, but still manages to trip on her way down. Youâre reflexes work fast to catch her, and steady her on the ground.
âY/n, you saved me,â she giggles and jumps up and down a few times.
You laugh with your response, âI did, but be careful next time I might not be around.â
âI was trying to find Gretchen,â the girl frowns.
You sigh, trying to figure out if you really want to take on this task. One look at Karenâs wobbly stance, and you take her hand.
âLetâs find her.â
It takes you longer than expected to find Gretchen. When you get a glimpse of her, sheâs yelling at Jason over who knows what. You see if you wait it out if it will end, but it doesnât. So instead, you decide to interrupt anyway.
âGretchen!â Karen exclaims as you get closer to the girl with the loose curls.
âKaren was looking for you,â you tell her nonchalantly.
Gretchen looks at her clearly drunk friend and then back to the boy she was arguing with. She points her finger at him, âThis isnât over.â
She then takes Karen by the arm and begins to drag her away, âBye Y/n.â
Gretchen turns back to you for a quick moment mouthing âthank youâ before she goes to take care of Karen.
Youâre basically back to the middle of the party. You look for Cady and spot her standing still across the room. Her chest heaves up and down rapidly as she clutches her hand over it.
You follow her line of sight and feel your heart break in your chest. Regina and Aaron are locked in an enthusiastic kiss. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes, but you hold them at bay. You make your way over Cady deciding that the party is over for the both of you.
Your presence takes her out of her trance, âLetâs go.â
She looks over to see Regina looking right at her. Cady doesnât hesitate to follow your lead out of the party. Itâs not until Regina realizes that youâre the one taking Cady, that the blonde regrets her actions.
You donât know how you end up and Janisâs place, but you do. Janis and Damian are watching some old Halloween movie in her garage. Cady starts telling the art kids what happened at the party. Janis springs up from her seat quickly comforting the girl.
You take this opportunity to sit next to Damian. Its then that you learn that Cady didnât actually know why Janis wanted revenge. You find out some details you didnât know either, despite being there for the debacle.
âNow you know that Regina George is not your friend, weâre your friends and weâre going to make her pay,â Janis says with her eye twitching.
âPause, why are you here Y/n?â Damian acknowledges that you look just as upset as Cady.
You search for an answer, âI brought Cady.â
Janis narrows her eyes at you, âThatâs not everything.â
You know you shouldnât, but as the images of Aaron and Regina cross your mind you canât hold it in.
Your head falls into your hands, âItâs complicated.â
The moment the two words leave your lips you find yourself telling them everything from the first summer to the recent rendezvous. By the time you're done youâre a mess.
âShe told me this would happen, but I didn't listen. Iâm so stupid,â you began to get angry at yourself as you harshly wiped your eyes.
âHey, don't be so hard on yourself,â Janis wraps an arm around.
âAnd I thought she was cruel before,â Damian looks at you sympathetically.
âSheâs not going to get away with this Y/n,â Cady promises.
You shake your head, âGuys, Iâm not out for vengeance. I just- it hurts.â
Janis rubs your shoulder a few times, âDonât worry, we got your back. While Cady focuses on knocking Regina down a peg, Damian and I will make sure she stays away from you.â
Just as the words leave her mouth your phone begins to buzz repeatedly. You peak down at it and can see a bunch of messages from Regina coming through. You reach for it, but Cady takes it and simply flips it over on the table.
âNo more, Regina George. âNow, what are we watching,â she says, and you nod gaining back some of your bearings.
So, you spend the rest of your night watching bad horror movies with your friends, trying to keep your mind off of Regina.
The next school day you donât make it far without feeling a certain pair of eyes on you. Before you can turn to look in her direction Janis and Damian are by your side whisking you into the school building.
âI canât believe you didnât like disintegrate under her gaze,â Janis comments.
Damian follows up, âYeah if looks could kill, youâd probably be dead right now.â
Your gaze stays on the floor, âShe can look all she wants as long as she keeps her distance.â
That's basically what transpires your next 6 weeks at school. Janis, Damian, and Cady fail to make any sort of mockery of Regina, the popular girl debuts her rekindled romance, and you fall deeper into your depression.
Regina does try approaching you a few more times, but she consistently gets blocked by Janis, Damian, or Cady, for which youâre grateful. You donât want to talk to her while sheâs busy parading her boy toy around.
Every day is starting to seem longer than the last. You dread stepping on campus, because even if you manage to avoid seeing Regina, sheâs all anyone talked about. It was like you were always surrounded by her and it was driving you insane.
It gets to the point where sometimes you periodically skip class, just to walk the empty hallways to get away from her. Skipping class seems to be your downfall as you find yourself being yanked into the janitors closet.
âWhat the fuck?â Your initial panic only increases when you see Regina blocking the door.
âWe need to talk,â Regina says with a sharp tone.
You shake your head, âNo we donât, now let me out of here Regina.â
You try to push past her, but she puts a hand on your chest, âIâve been trying to talk to you since the Halloween party.â
âFor what, Regina? You put Cady in her place just like you said you would. I should've seen it coming,â your words come out harsh.
âI didnât mean for you to get hurt,â her voice was small when she spoke.
You let out a bitter chuckle, âThere was no way I wasnât going to get hurt. What, you were just going to kiss and date Aaron publicly while keeping me on the side?â
âI donât care about Aaron, I only care about you,â she shoots back.
âYou couldnât even run it by me. Maybe check to see if I wouldâve been ok with it? Regina we were practically dating,â you argue to the girl.
Regina runs a hand through her hair, âI know that. I know I fucked up, Iâve been trying to apologize, to talk to you, but your guard dogs never let me get close.
You scoff, âMy friends are protecting me from you.â
Regina sounds incredulous, âSo you told them?â
Your hands go up feigning exasperation, âYes, I told them. I didnât really have a choice because when I left the party, I was a fucking mess, and they were there for me.â
âIt was just a kiss, Jesus Christ youâre acting like I fucked him on the couch,â she complains.
The disbelief in your tone comes out, âYou really donât get it, do you? You want to know why it fucked me up so bad? Despite how mean you are and how vain you can be, I saw something in you. I cut through all the bullshit to find the actual human being with feelings. I got to know you better than anyone else in this hell hole ever will. Underneath all that toxic plastic costume that you wear is the girl that I loved. So, Iâm sorry if my hurt feelings are too much for you, but it fucking sucks seeing the person you love kiss someone else.â
You didn't know when you got so close to Regina. The roles had reversed at some point, and you were now the one trapping her against the closet door. Her blue eyes peer into yours looking for any sign of deceit.
âYou loved me?â
You close your eyes, âDonât make me say it again. â
Regina doesn't have the words. She doesn't want to search for them. All she wants to do is kiss you. So, against her better judgment she hurriedly places her lips on yours.
You should push her away, tell her that this isn't an apology. Yet the only thing you can do is wrap your arms around her and pull her into you. The kiss is sloppy, and it sends you both into a frenzy. Neither of you break it even when you both know better.
When the door to the closet is violently yanked open, is when you finally pull away from each other. Aaron stands there looking between yourself and Regina. The blonde yanks the door back shut, and you drop to the floor as embarrassment sets in.
âFuck, I have to go,â you say trying to pull yourself together.
âYou canât go we havenât talked,â Regina tries to block you.
This time youâre gentle as you move her aside, âThereâs nothing to talk about Gina. You were right, I thought I could handle the heartbreak, but this is too much.â
Leaving the closet your jaw clenches as you see Cady down the hall. Her attention that was on Aaron, shifts to you. Her eyes go wide as she begins to figure out what happened in the closet. You don't give her the chance to comfort you opting to leave the school entirely.
Maybe it was time to embrace the schoolâs politics. Becoming the outcast, loner, weirdo didnât sound so bad anymore. Anything to keep you away from The Plastics and The Art Freaks. You didnât want to deal with either side ever again.
Just like you had done with Regina you ignored all of Cady, Janis, and Damianâs messages. You and the block button had never been any closer. At school you resumed having your lunch outside away from the drama and stuffy cafeteria.
In class you kept your focus on the teacher ignoring any notes or whispers from the trio. It was a challenge, but it was for the best.
You kept your head down when walked the halls and your earbuds in. If you kicked out the outside world then it was like it didnât exist. You shouldâve been paying more attention.
Thatâs the thought that crosses your mind as you trip right in front of Regina George. You expect to hit the floor dramatically but are surprised when you feel her hands at your waist keeping you upright.
The entire school watches with bated breath waiting for your fate. You too, are curious to see how the queen bee will treat you with the public watching.
âWatch it⌠loser,â she mumbles, making sure to shove you lightly out of her way.
You can tell her heart isnât in it, but it looks normal to the public. In some ways it looked like you got a warning, which Regina was kind enough to give to most people.
You didn't dwell on it much. She probably had bigger things to worry about with the talent show happening so soon. The Plastics never missed a year of doing their kind of provocative and surely cringe-inducing dance routine.
Extra credit was being offered in most of your classes for students who went. So, you had decided to go to boost up your grades.
On the night of the talent show, you take a seat in the back row. Most of it is uninspiring. You hate to admit that you really enjoyed Damianâs rendition of the Icarly theme song. It was weird, but in that sort of niche artistic way that made it cool to you.
When The Plastics get on stage youâre surprised to see Cady with them. It was unsurprising to see everyone recording the performance. Youâre sure some weirdos would be glad to have that performance at their disposal.
 It is more difficult to watch this year than the previous. Something is more off key than usual. When the cartwheel spot is being set up you see Karenâs knee buckle first then Regina slams into the floor.
When she does, the crowd erupts. You shoot out of your seat as well. This is her worst nightmare. In a digital era, thereâs no way that this isnât going to go viral.
You donât know why youâre running out of the theater, but you are. You didnât know where to look for her, but she had to come to her car. You stand outside the pink jeep for what feels like an eternity.
In reality, it was only a few minutes before you could make out the figure of the crying blonde. You wait for her to get closer before attempting to say anything.
âRegina-â
She tries snapping at you, but it doesnât pack much of a punch behind the tears, âItâs pretty funny, isnât it? I bet you enjoyed every second of it.â
âGive me your keys,â you say without pause.
âWhat?â
âItâs dangerous to drive under intense emotion. Give me your keys, so I can take you home,â you reiterate.
Regina wants to question it, but she doesnât want to ruin tonight even more. She put her keys in your hands. You donât say anything else, simply waiting for her to get in the car.
When she does, you begin driving to her house. You can see her scrolling through her phone, so you snatch it from her at a red light.
âStop,â you tell her, knowing sheâs looking at her viral moment.
When you get to her house you follow her to her room. She faceplants on her bed and you watch as her body begins to vigorously shake with sobs.
You sit next to her your hand rubs her back soothingly, âIâm sorry this happened to you.â
âYouâre not happy that your bestie usurped me,â she says sarcastically.
âI havenât spoken to Cady, since the closet thing happened,â you admit to her.
She wiped her eyes, âWhy not?â
âWell Cadyâs the one who told Aaron to check the closet,â you tell her.
âThat bitch.â
You nod, âYeah, I know that she and Janis wanted revenge, but that was low.â
Reginaâs eyebrow furrows, âWhat are you talking about?â
You fill her in on everything and you can see her get angrier at every word.
âYou didnât think to warn me?â
You fight back, âLast time I checked they were failing. I wasnât in on the planning, and I donât even know all that they did. But also, I donât owe you anything Regina.â
Her tongue clicks against her cheek, âI guess thatâs fair.â
You speak again, âI donât really know why Iâm here if Iâm being honest with you. I saw you hit the floor, and I just felt like I needed to be here for you.â
Regina laughs softly, âEven after all of this, youâre still thinking about how I feel.â
You laugh too, âI donât think I can help it. I mean you are the Regina George, massive deal and all that.â
She shakes her head, âNot after this. I will never be her again.â
âIs that such a bad thing?â
She looks at you, âI mean it doesnât feel great, to be embarrassed for the whole world to see.â
âFair point, but what is it they say about the head that wears the crown. Arenât you a little bit relieved that you donât have to be perfect anymore?â
She shrugs, âI guess so. My heart hasnât been inn it since the last time we talked.â
âRegina, I donât know if now is the time to-"
Her eyes lock on yours, âPlease.â
Reluctantly you nod your head.
âIâm not a caring person. I don't usually give a fuck about anything but myself. Iâm selfish and ruthless and cruel and mean. I really am everything that these people are saying about me. Except when it comes to you. I care about you more than Iâve cared about anything in a long time.â
She looks at you to make sure you're really hearing her.
âKissing Aaron was so fucking stupid. I felt threatened by Cady and in truth I acted how I usually would. But I forgot to consider your feelings because Iâm not used to considering others. I knew I fucked up and I wanted to fix it, but you were avoiding me. So, I kept the act because if I lost you at least I still had my power.â
âSo, you care about your power more than me?â
Regina frowns, âNo, I donât, thatâs what Iâm trying to say. In that closet when you told me you loved me, it was like everything just clicked into place. We got carried away and then you left, but if you wouldâve stayed just a second longer, I couldâve told you I loved you too.â
âRegina-â
âIâm almost done I promise. I couldâve told you any time after the fact, but it felt selfish. I was trying to do the right thing for once. You said that I hurt you too much and you were right. So, I thought it didnât matter. I still donât know if it matters, but if this is the last chance I have to say it, Y/n I love you.â
Your heart could come out of your chest at Reginaâs admission. Youâd love nothing more than to just pull her in and kiss, but something was stopping you.
âI love you too Gina, but what does that mean for us?â
Regina takes your hand in hers, âI want to be with you. Not just on the beach, but here, everywhere.â
You can sense thereâs something she wanted to say, âButâŚâ
âBut I want to deal with the situation at school first. I want to change, but I still have to be mean for a while. I don't know if youâll like that side of me,â Regina looks at her bedsheets.
You let a tiny smile come over your features, âIâm not really into school politics. So, I don't mind if youâre still a little mean. As long as you don't care that I want to be by your side.â
Regina has a smile that matches yours, âI like the thought of you by my side.â
âGood, because I don't plan on leaving.â
You can't wait any longer. You take her face in both of your hands and kiss her softly. Regina melts against your lips. Itâs not like the kiss in janitors, itâs closer to your first kiss together. Thereâs a slight hesitation, but itâs not enough to stop.
âI love you,â she says against your lips.
âI love you too.â
You stayed at Reginaâs pretty late that night. It was so late that by the time you got home you were exhausted. When your alarm went off in the morning, you snored right through it. You ended up making it to your third period right before the bell rang to start class.
You took your seat next to Cady. Something about her was different. She looks like Regina, more than usual. She wasn't paying any attention during class, to preoccupied with her makeup.
âWhatâs up with her?â You say to Janis, who sits directly behind you.
âOh, well hello to you too stranger.â
You roll your eyes, âIâm serious, Janis.â
The artist shrugs, âI don't know. After last night I called game on the revenge, but Cady said she needed one more day.â
You frown, âIs worldwide embarrassment not enough? Sheâs viral all over the internet for her fall.â
âI thought so, but this is all Cady,â thereâs some hint of worry in her tone.
You want to talk to the ginger, but the moment the bell rings she's out of the class. Once youâre out of class you head to the cafeteria for lunch. As youâre standing in line waiting for the food the loud chatter of the cafeteria drops.
You lift your head up to see why; itâs Regina. Sheâs not in her usual attire opting for something more comfortable, but just as cute in your opinion. She walked over to her usual table but was stopped from sitting.
You couldn't hear the conversation, but you did hear as Reginaâs friend yelled, âYou canât sit with us.â
Nobody in the cafeteria moves to make space for the girl. Her mean nature finally biting her in the ass. You set your lunch tray down loudly, causing the attention to shift to you.
You hate the way everyone looks on, as you make your way towards Regina. Standing by her side in front of the entire school felt strange.
You hold your hand out for her to take and she does. You glare hits all the girlsâ sitting at The Plastics table before lingering on Cady, âLetâs go outside, itâs stuffy in here anyway.â
Regina let you drag her out of the cafeteria towards the front of the school. You found a shady spot under the tree and sat there.
âYou want me to sit on the ground?â
You look at her and then pat your lap, âYou could always sit here instead.â
She takes a seat on the grass next to you, âI wouldnât want to crush you. Iâm so fat now.â
You frown and pull the girl into your lap. She squeals and tries to get away, but you lock your arms around her.
âDoesnât feel like youâre crushing me.â
Regina looks away from you, âIâm wearing these sweats because I canât fit any of my pants anymore. It doesn't make any sense because all I've been eating are these nasty bars that Cady gave me.â
You take the bar from Regina. The more you examine it the angrier you get.
âDonât eat anymore of this shit.â
âWhatâs wrong with them?â
You feel your body growing hot with anger, âThese are Kalteen bars. Theyâre for gaining weight.â
Reginaâs facial expression darkens, âWhat?â
âIâm going to kill her. This is too far,â you start to stand, but Regina stops you.
âI will handle it,â Reginaâs calm tone is unnerving, but Cady deserves whatever hell Regina invokes on her for this.
âOk, but Iâm here if you need me,â you squeeze her lightly.
âThank you, baby. Not just for being here, but for what you did in the cafeteria. I know you donât like the attention,â she places a kiss on your cheek.
You blush at her praise, âI donât like it, but I wasnât going to stand idly by why Cady tried to humiliate you in front of everyone again.â
âI donât want to talk about her anymore. Karma will get her soon enough and her world will be burnt to a crisp,â Reginaâs smile is small yet sadistic.
Maybe a few hours ago you wouldâve warned Regina about taking it too far. Potentially you would have said something about the moral high ground. However, upon learning about the weight gaining bars, you decided that Cady needed to be humbled quickly.
You and Regina decide to ditch the rest of the school day. You spend the day at her house watching tv in her bed. It only takes a few episodes before you fall asleep, still feeling some grogginess from your morning.
After a few minutes of your soft snores, Regina begins her plot. She knew this would not only destroy Cady, but the entire population of girls at the school. They deserved it after the talent show and lunch today. If they thought she was a problem when she was mean, nothing could prepare them for when she felt vindictive.
âWhatâre you doing so far away,â you yawn and make grabby hands at the blonde.
âThis is called full proof revenge,â she holds up the burn book.
Your eyes widen as you read âthis girl is a fugly cowâ, âOh shit.â
âCome here.â
You follow her orders. She opens the book to a page that has your name and your picture, but no description, âWhereâd you get this picture of me?â
Regina shakes her head, âNot important. You need to write something mean about yourself here.â
You give her a questioning look, âWhy?â
âBecause itâll look suspicious if you arenât in it,â she hands you a marker.
You don't think about it too much as you write âGay Loner Weirdoâ above the picture.
âSimple, elegant, classy,â you hand the marker back to her.
âTimeless if you will,â Regina jokes.
You nod feigning insight, âYes, it was either that or Regina George sympathizer, but that felt too new. Gotta make them think I was always in there.â
The two of spent the rest of the day enjoying each otherâs company. It was a nice change for once. You found yourself thinking that you could get used to having Regina to yourself like this.
You expect chaos the next time you step onto campus, but you arenât prepared for what you walk in to. The halls were a mess. Girls are fighting, running, and screaming everywhere you look.
âThis is insane,â you whisper to yourself.
âThis is what happens when you fuck with Regina George,â the girl appears by your side faux distraught on her features.
You donât get to answer her before principal Duvall calls for all the girls in the gymnasium. A situation like this was unprecedented in the history of the school. So, it didn't surprise you that none of the faculty knew what to do about it.
They were trying some weird truth and unity trust fall that you thought was a shitty idea. Things were cringy at first, but it seemed like the message was working on a few girls.
When Janis gets up there things take a turn for the worst as she begins to air out Regina and Cadyâs dirty laundry, â⌠and I find it so ironic because while Reginaâs been calling me a pyro lez she's been busy having summer beach romances with Y/n. Pretty fucking gay if you ask me.â
She lets out a scream before falling into the arms of the student body who began changing her name and carrying her out.
The only students left in the gym were yourself, Cady, and Regina. Cadyâs remorse finally manages to kick in and she starts to apologize. She doesn't get too far in before Regina storms off. You stay hot on her heels as Cady follows the two of you. Regina makes it all the way to the front lot before she turns around to start arguing with Cady.
The closer Cady gets to the blonde, the further Regina goes into the street. Youâre somewhere in between trying to mediate the situation.
âWhy don't we do this somewhere private for once? Where the while school isnât involved,â you suggest.
âI don't have anything to say to her except that she's parading around as a cheaper version of me. She can imitate take it all, but sheâll never be as good as me,â Regina spits out.
âRegina, Iâm-"
You look between the girlâs and that's when you see the bus coming from the corner of your eye.
âRegina!â
You scream her name, and your body moves on its own as you forcefully tackle the girl to the ground. You make sure to protect her head with your arms as you go down on the concrete. Everything feels like itâs slowed down as your arms connect with the concrete.
That feeling is nothing compared to the pain you feel in your leg. You cry out in pain at the feeling of your leg being run over by the bus.
âOh my god, Y/n. Someone help, quit standing around like idiots. Call an ambulance or something, make yourselves useful,â Regina yells as the entire school looks on.
She repositions herself so that your head is in her lap as she holds your sobbing figure. She canât help it as her own tears begin to fall.
When the ambulance comes, youâre loaded in and rushed to the hospital. As much as Regina fought to get into the ambulance, they wouldn't let her. She knew you were going to need surgery on your leg, it had to be completely broken. All she could do was worry and count down the moments until she would be able to see you.
It took a full day for you to wake up after the accident and another before you were allowed visitors. Regina was the first person there.
The first thing she did was kiss you, âDonât ever do anything stupid like that again.â
You laugh tiredly, âI believe the words are thank you.â
âItâs not funny Y/n, you couldâve died.â
You readjust the bed to sit up straight, âI wasnât going to let you get full on hit by a bus Gina. My leg will be fine after rehab. The doctor says I'm lucky that it broke clean, but I might have some permanent nerve damage.â
âBut you'll still be able to walk?â
You nod, âItâll take a few months, and I might have like a permanent limp, but Iâll be able to walk."
âYou saved my life,â her hand interlocks with yours.
âI mean we don't know that. You could've survived being hit by the bus,â you joke further.
âOh yeah, totally would've survived. Probably would be walking around with the hottest neck brace on the market,â she rolls her eyes.
âSuper fetch neck brace,â you add.
She groans, âI love you, but you have to stop saying that.â
âI love you too, but Iâm going to keep saying it,â you kiss the back of her hand.
Regina isn't the only one who stops to visit you. Youâre a little surprised to see Cady stop by. The popular persona was nowhere to be seen. She looks the same as the first day you met her.
âI know you probably don't want to see me, but I came to apologize⌠for everything. I did exactly what you warned me not to and got caught up in the school politics,â she stands by the forest while she talks.
You motion for her to have a seat, and she does so cautiously. You let out a breath before addressing the girl, âI did warn you, but sometimes you have to make mistakes to learn and grow. When you sent Aaron to the closet, I was so upset with you. Maybe I couldâve forgiven you then, but your attitude just went downhill from there.â
âI know.â
âIâm not even mad about it anymore. Iâm more upset about what you did to Regina. Some of that shit was pretty low, Cady,â you tell her.
âI know, I got caught up in Janisâs plan. I was so excited to have friends that I thought going along with it was ok, but it wasn't. What makes it even worse is that I got carried away and became someone Iâm not. And now you're here in the hospital because of me,â she canât look at you.
âCady you weren't driving the bus.â
She stands her ground, âItâs the domino effect of my actions. No one wouldâve been-"
You cut her off, âCady this isn't your fault. You sound crazy. I literally kind of threw myself in the path of the bus. It was my choice, and I stand by it. Instead of taking accountability for things that arenât your fault, maybe you should focus on the things that are your fault.â
âLike with Regina,â she says to herself.
âRegina, Janis, hell even Ms. Norbury. Apologize and mean it, thatâs a step in the right direction,â you tell her.
âHow do you always manage to have the right advice?â
âWe're all just actual human beings at the end of the day Cady. Falling into these boxes that we think are desirable takes us out of the reality of the situation.â
She takes in your words and then stands, âIâm going to go work on being an actual human being. Maybe when it's all over, we can be friends again.â
You salute her playfully, âGo get em tiger.â
Despite your injury, time seems to go by in a blur. Rehab is hard and the handful of meds you have to take is annoying, but itâs worth it. You were doubtful about returning to campus before the end of the year, but you found yourself cleared a week before Spring Fling. Youâd have to use a crutch, but for the most part you were alright.
âYou know we donât have to go to the dance, right? Iâm content staying here and finally finishing Malcolm in the Middle,â Regina says as fixes the sleeves of your suit.
âI know, but I have to let my adoring public know that Iâve escaped the clutches of death.â
Regina stops her movements, âIâm being serious, Y/n."
You place a hand on her waist, âI want to go out and dance with you. Or at least attempt to.â
Regina blushes under your touch, âMight be a little difficult with the crutch.â
âIt can sit on the bleachers for one dance,â your eyes are love-struck, staring at Regina.
Her face heats even more under your gaze, âLetâs go your adoring public awaits or whatever.â
For the second time in your school career all eyes seem to be on you as you enter the dance. It could be the fact that you looked good, or maybe that you were walking in with Regina George on your arm, or more likely that no one had seen you since the bus ran over your leg.
âDo people ever do anything besides staring,â you say to the blonde.
âNope,â she pops the âpâ on the word.
You don't get particularly far into the dance floor on account of your crutch. Instead, you find yourself situated by the punchbowl. You urge Regina to go dance, which she does reluctantly.
âYou know rumors were going around that youâd lost your leg,â Janis appears by your side.
You look down at your leg, âStill there.â
âLook I wanted to say Iâm sorry for how everything played out. It wasnât cool to try to involve you in the drama and I shouldnât have said anything about your thing with Regina,â she apologizes.
âApology accepted, Iâm just ready to move on from everything,â you say earnestly.
âJanis,â Regina says cordially, as she puts herself in this conversation.
âRegina,â the girl answers in the same tone.
With a respectful nod the girl in the purple tux takes her leave.
âWhat was that about?â
âWell, I' told you that I wanted to change. The first part of that is making amends. Janis and I had a talk, we both apologized. So now, weâre civil with each other,â Regina reveals.
âThatâs awesome baby, Iâm proud of you.â
She looks away from you as embarrassment coats her face, âYeah whatever, donât you owe me a dance?â
You laugh and lean your crutch against the wall before offering her your hand. Your leg is strong enough for the two of you to sway together as a slow song plays.
âPeople are still watching, I think itâs the Regina George factor,â you say so only that she can hear.
âI donât really mind it. It lets them know youâre mine.â
A goofy smile plants itself on your face, âOh, am I?â
Regina nods, âAll mine.â
You lean in closer to her, âWeird way to ask if I'll be your girlfriend, but I accept.â
Regina begins to sputter which keeps you smiling. The smug look on your face drives her crazy. Sheâs quick to place a soft kiss on your lips to regain some control of the situation.
âThatâs so not fair,â you say against her lips.
âItâs girlfriend privileges,â she counters back.
When the song is over principal Duvall calls for the nominees for Spring Fling king and queen to go up on stage. You stand to the side and cheer loudly as your girlfriend gets on the stage. Tension slowly builds as the man reads of the kings name first before holding the envelope with the queenâs name in it.
Silence takes over the crowd as principal Duvall announces Cady as the queen of Spring Fling. When the girl gets on the stage, you notice sheâs not dressed for the dance at all. The casual attire with a letterman jacket seems like a change of pace for her.
She takes the microphone and starts to apologize publicly to everyone she has wronged. She breaks the crown into pieces sharing it with the girls on stage. She also throws some pieces into the crowd before getting off the stage.
The ginger makes her way over to you and hands you a piece of the plastic crown, âGlad you could make it.â
You smile at her, âThat was probably the corniest shit I have ever seen, but you seemed like an actual human being on that stage.â
âLearned from the best. Iâm going to go talk to Janis, but Iâll see you around?â
âDefinitely,â you reassure her and watch as she goes off to continue righting her wrongs.
Regina comes not too long after Cady goes. She leans her back against you lightly and you wrap an arm around her.
âI'm ready for summer,â she mentions offhandedly.
âWhy?â
She tilts her back to look up at you, âI'm ready to sit on the beach and relax with my extremely hot girlfriend.â
Her eyes sparkle as they peer into yours. This moment feels like it could last forever. You get to be with the Regina George in a room where anyone can see. Yet you resonate with her words deeply. Nothing sounds quite as good as having the girl all to yourself, soaking up the sun. You can almost see the book in your hand while the blonde rests her head in your lap.
âMe too.â
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ă "đĄđđ˛, đđĄđđ'đŹ đ§đ¨đ đđđ˘đŤ!"ă
â in which you give him chocolates before he attempts to give you his??
â fluff. highschool!au but built like a shoujo manga lmao ... happy valentine's day ~ ⥠another fic will be going out tomorrow :)
THOMA, albedo, ayato, alhaitham, childe, KAVEH, HEIZOU, VENTI, GAMING, CHONGYUN, KAZUHA, wriothesley, tighnari, freminet, lyney âĄ
Calling yourself a "romantic" person would be quite a stretch.
Saying Valentine's was your favorite day of the year would be even worse.
Sure, sure, you'd heard plenty of things, from the nagging old man manning the grocery store, always red in the face from regular swigs of cheap liquor, or the seemingly never endless musings from your classmates, swooning and fainting every moment anyone, or more specifically, the leads starring in those dramas of theirs, did anything remotely affectionate.
Young, innocent love, while a splendid thing, for someone like you, your really only option was to endlessly pine after someone who would certainly not return your affections.
The recipient of such foolish affections? That much was obvious. What a rather hopeless person, you were.
At the very least, he seemed to enjoy your presence. A smile would adorn his lips, and he'd always meet your gaze with his familiar greeting of, "Good morning, did you sleep well?"
Fuck, you hated how such a simple line, questioning of your wellbeing, could tug at your heartstrings so effortlessly. The man was playing you like a fiddle, and a part of you didn't try to resist that.
So the moment February 14th rolled itself around, bearing promises of youthful laughter, baby cupids, hearts, and sweets, you tried not to pay heed to the extra weight of chocolates in your school bag.
Had you stayed up late making them just the right sweetness, making sure they were perfectly heart-shaped?
Yes. As stated previously, you were truly hopeless.
"Ah, good morning." Wow, look at you, taking the initiative to greet someone? Truly, a day of magic and wonder! You're almost jump scared at the sight of him in your classroom, just what the fuck was he doing here? He leaned against the doorway, looking terribly pretty in the morning lighting.
This was not doing wonders to your heart.
Upon seeing you, he straightened his posture, looking suspiciously sheepish with an extra non-characteristic, flusteredness on his features. "You're here early today."
"It's Valentine's." That's all you managed to sputter out with that tied tongue of yours.
"Yes, and?" He raised an eyebrow questioningly, not entirely convinced, and followed you to your seat like some sort of lost puppy.
Your brain raced to find a rationale he'd deem reasonable. "Uhm, ah... my friend... is planning to confess to a guy, so I had to come early and help her... set up the place she's planning to do so at?"
"I see... ah," His eyes lit up like he had thought of something. "Are you free after school? We should meet up afterward, so you can tell me how it went...?"
"Yes!" You responded a little too quickly, and cussing yourself out in you head, you corrected it. "Ahem- yes, I'd like that." The burning feeling that arose on your face was starting to become too prominent to ignore.
He didn't seem to pay it any mind, and instead beamed in a close-eyed smile. "Perfect. Then, I'll see you?" You were to bid him goodbye, but he ran off before you could even utter a sound, leaving you rather dumbfounded, blank-faced and still feeling the tingling warmth on your cheeks.
Holy shit, is this my chance?? Youâd made chocolates on the eensiest, weensiest off chance that you might grow bold enough to hand it to him, even if under the pretense of âas friendsâ, but with the violent way your heart was pounding in your chest, you didnât think avoidance would be an option.
Ahaha, you were making a mistake, werenât you?
Only one way to find out.
The rest of the day went by as predicted. Fanatic screams and a wave of crazed people chasing after the more popular figures of the school, throwing boxes of chocolates and bouquets of roses... hey, wasn't this a safety hazard? There were other screams too - but not of excitement, but terror as a man was crushed and trampled under a wave of love-sick girls chasing after the popular boy in class 2-A.
You just hoped that he wouldn't sue the school. The place was already cutting enough corners when it came to the monstrosity of cafeteria food.
The bell rang, signaling your freedom, and you massaged your shoulders with a sigh. You'd survived, somehow. As you stepped out the door, a ding from your phone alerted you with a text, and as you lit up the screen, the corner of your lips unconsciously turned upwards into a soft smile.
hot guy <3 - don't forget.
hot guy <3 - ill be waiting for you
Stepping into his classroom, you scanned your surroundings for the familiar sight of the man. Low and behold, there he was, sat upon, presumably, his desk, and staring out the window like some main character. You walked over, trying your best to disregard the clamminess of your fingers - or more specifically, the hand that was holding your homemade chocolates hidden safely(?) away behind your back. His features brightened at the sight of you, and he swung his legs, ushering you over to share the view with him.
"Sorry, did you wait long?" You sheepishly grinned as he scooted to the side to give you space to sit down next to him. As you did so, you were made painfully aware of how his body was still pressed up against yours. âI almost got trampled on my way here, not a pretty sight.â
â...Pretty sight?â He echoed his words, tilting his head as he pondered, the slightest curve of a smile tugging at his lips. âYou?â
âW-What? No, I-â You cleared your throat before he could say another word, trying to dispel the blush on your features. Naturally, you failed to do so. âWhat kind of things are you saying now? Just whoâd you learn that from?â
âHaa? What do you mean, learned? I just said the truth, thatâs allâŚâ
God, he was so adorable. This man had definitely run off with your heart.
Now or never, you supposed. Standing upwards abruptly, you pulled out the heart-shaped box of chocolates youâd been hiding behind your back the entire time, visibly trembling as you held it outwards.
âWill you be my valentine?â
It took him the count of three to respond, his eyes round and doe-like. He blinked rapidly, and then his cheeks flushed - not with his usual cheeriness, but a red that definitely spoke of flusteredness. âH-Hey, that's no fairâŚâ
â...What?â Damn, was this your rejection? You had expected as much, but-
âI was supposed to give you chocolates first, yâknowâŚâ
And just like that, the familiar boy before you reached beside him into the darkly lit space and pulled out his own box of chocolates, lightly colored and wrapped beautifully in shimmering golden ribbon. âIt took me so long to do this, and yetâŚâ
âHolyfuckingshitwhat.â The curses flew from your mouth, condensed into a single word. âW- H- Y-You⌠You got chocolates for me?â
Now this was a first. Seeing his cheeks and tips of his ears all rosy, and seeing him all kicked-puppy-like. He nodded slowly, âMhm⌠But, this is good too!â
He likes me.
He likes me.
He likes me.
Hoooooly shit.
âAh, oh no, I didnât give you an answer, did I?â His usually soft eyes now filled with panic. âDon't tell me I'm too late, Iâll be your valentine!â
The chocolates, surely, would be sweet. But the sensation of your lips meeting his, the undeniable warmth he bestowed upon you â it was sweeter than anything. âĄ
(a/n) lmao guess what. i got sick again. i was sick last month and i mfucking sick and dying again and the only thing saving me is shitty couhg medicine that doesn't even work and like expired coughdrops my couhgdrop supply is running low and oh god i don't THINK IM GOINNA MAKE IT-
hahah anyways remember when i said id come back. well . guess what. ive been working on original works for a while now, but the delulu has indeed returned ( for longer than a week this time, hopefully )
i did work on some stuff during my inactivity! the post will probably be out tomorrow, but please don't be upset if i push the date back :)
anyways whipped up this quick drabble so all of you could be well fed on valentines. remember that its okay to be single on this day, and that there are plenty of other people out there like you. there is no shame in being single, and i love every one of you ! mwah <33
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