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seeingivy · 11 months

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the scouts

roommate eren x f!reader

eren’s hometown friends have a lot to say. vis a vis you.

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content warning: galliard slander, irritable bowel syndrome, mikasa don’t gaf, connie and sasha are thieves, lying??, carla yeager being a sunshine, eren being a cheeky little shit, laxatives

an: alright. feast my children. pls keep ur little memes and drawings and funny comments coming bc I love them (and they incentivize me to write chapters faster so I can seem more of them LOL) - also @togemayo and @rebeccawinters your connie and reiner cameos have ARRIVED, love you da mostest

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“There’s no way in fucking hell you called me about this. I am a grown man, with a child. I’m above stupid shit like this.”

“Fuck you, Galliard. Pieck would help me with this, you know that.”

“Then call her. I’m going to block you.”

“You don’t think I tried that? I would never willingly talk to you, like ever. Please, Galliard, just tell me what to do.”

“Twerp, you’re giving him a necklace, not proposing marriage. You’re not going to look desperate if you walk to a fucking soccer field and just to give it to him.”

“Okay. Are you sure?”

“I’m hanging up now.”

“Like really. You’re not just saying that, are you?”

“Don’t call me unless you’re dying. And even then, you better have tried every other person you know before you ever dial this number again.”

Static. Fucking asshole hung up on you.

Eren has a soccer game today. He’d let you know early on in the week that he wouldn’t be here to make breakfast for you on Friday because his family and a few of his hometown friends were coming to watch the game. Apparently, this game was a really big deal - some type of rivalry type thing with another university.

You weren’t going. Obviously. You had stopped going the second Hitch took your jersey, because it was too embarrassing to think about going now. I mean what are you even supposed to wear now? And what’s the point of going if Eren’s with her and she’s going to be there?

Yet here you are, waiting in the line outside of the stadium. Everyone around you is decked out - forest green shirts, face paint, streamers - and you can already tell that this game is way more intense than the ones you had been to. In the past, it would be you and maybe five other people in the stands, spread out doing homework. But this game looks like it’s going to be packed.

All the more reason to do this.

to jean-boy

you: hey. are you at the game today?

jean-boy: yeah. on the field with min. they’re all warming up.

you: i didn’t realize this game would be such a big deal lol.

jean-boy: yeah. I think everyone’s kind of anxious. eren hasn’t made a single goal all morning and he’s getting more pissed each time he tries

you: doesn’t help that he left his necklace at home

jean-boy: the key necklace? did you bring it?

you: yeah. that’s why im here. i remember he said something about like he always loses games or gets hurt or something when he doesn’t wear it. thought i’d bring it so i don’t have to help him to the toilet when he breaks his legs or smth.

jean-boy: meet me in the back. ill let you in so you can give it to him.

You awkwardly wait in the back of the stadium, teetering on your heels as you wait for Jean. You’re just giving him his necklace. It doesn’t mean anything. He won’t know that you like him because you’re just giving him his good luck charm. You’re being a good friend. Anyone in your position would do this.

“Hey.”

“Hi Jean.”

“What are you wearing?”

You look down, only now paying attention to the outfit that you were wearing. You didn’t think it was that bad - black jeans and a blue cardigan.

“Why? What’s wrong with it?”

“You wore the rival's colors.”

“Okay? Arrest me, Jean.”

“No, it’s like a thing. You can’t wear the rival's colors. Armin and Eren are going to make you change the second you get on the field.”

“You guys are so superstitious. It’s just a shirt.”

He shakes his head as you both walk through the door, pacing across the turf as he sets out to look for Eren. All the players are running on the field, kicking balls in between each other, hitting them into the nets. You spot Eren at the end, his head in his hands as he talks to Armin on the side.

“Hey. Found him. You can go back, I’ll just give it to him and leave.”

He nods, leaving your side as you make your way over there. You walk up just in time to catch the end of Armin and Eren’s conversation, your ears burning. You shouldn’t have come.

“How do you know you love Annie? Because, sometimes I think I love her, Armin.”

You can pretend like that one didn’t sting. You clear your throat, the two of them turning their backs to look at you. You watch Eren’s eyes nearly boggle out of their sockets as Armin drops the water bottle he was holding, at the sight of you standing there. Armin awkwardly walks away as Eren walks up, his eyes still flashing in shock.

“What are you doing here?”

“What happened to hello? How are you? My name is?”

“How much did you hear?”

“None of it. Did I miss something important?”

You see his shoulders relax, pushing out a sigh of relief. First he calls you his best friend and then he can’t even tell you he thinks he might love Hitch?

“Yeah, you almost heard about my murder plot. It all started that fateful day, when I let you move into my apartment.”

“That was months ago. Surely the opportunity must have presented itself. Knife to the back in the shower…smack me across the head with a frying pan…”

“I’m playing the long game. You’ll never see it coming.”

You both laugh, with you rolling your eyes as the silence settles around you too. You can see the stands filling up at your sides, the anticipation building in the stadium.

“Um so-”

“What are you wearing, Y/N?”

“We’re not doing this, Eren.”

“You have to change. Like now.”

“I’m not walking around in my tank top, Eren. It’s cold. And I’ll leave anyway, I just came to give you this.”

You hold the key necklace up, dangling it between the two of your faces. You watch his eyes light up as he takes the necklace from your hands. He then cups your face in his hand and presses a kiss to your fucking forehead, before putting his arms around you and spinning you in the air.

“Oh my fucking god, thank you. You brilliant, brilliant girl. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I’ve been missing goals all morning.”

Your brain is malfunctioning. You’ve literally picked up Eren from parties in the dead of the night and he’s barely even said thank you when you did that. This is all it takes? A fucking necklace and he gives you a forehead kiss?

He sets you down, still flashing you a bigger than big smile as he latches the necklace on.

“You’re not missing goals because you weren’t wearing the necklace.”

“Yes. I was. We’re not having this argument right now, especially when you’re wearing that. I have something you can wear.”

You hear Armin walk up, holding two jerseys in his hand.

“Way ahead of you. She can wear mine or yours. Everyone else put their spares in their lockers already.”

“Mine. Thanks Armin.”

“Don’t tell me you believe in this too, Armin?”

“Just put it on. If you don’t, Eren will blame you if the game goes wrong.”

Armin walks away, leaving the two of you standing again. Eren’s holding the jersey out in front of you, waiting for you to put it on.

“Full disclosure. I will blame it on you, if we lose kitty.”

“It’s just a color.”

“No. No, it’s the principle. Think about it. My girl can’t be wearing the rival colors on our sides of the stands. That’s just a bad omen..like we’re asking to lose the game or something.”

My girl.

“I’m leaving, Eren. I just came to give you the necklace.”

He puts his hands on your waist, spinning you around to turn you towards the stadium, where everyone was sitting. He leaves one hand on there, his other sliding down to your wrist.

“What are you doing?”

He lifts your hand up, shaking it in front of the stadium.

“This isn’t the time for a puppet show, Eren.”

“Look at the second row, towards the middle.”

You squint your eyes, scanning the entire row. And then you fucking see it. Eren’s parents and his brother. He’s making you wave at them. And they’re doing it back, nearly jumping to return the gesture.

“Eren.”

He spins you back around and he fucking smirks at you.

“You waved at them. Now, they’re going to expect you to go sit with them. For the entire game, mind you. Meaning you’re staying, so you should put it on.”

Asshole.

“Unless you want to leave my mom hanging?”

“Give me the jersey, Eren.”

He flashes you a winning smile, clearly delighted with his victory. You unbutton the ends of the cardigan, slipping it off and switching it with Eren’s jersey. He reaches forward, pulling out the ends of your hair that were tucked into the jersey as you smooth it against your clothes.

“So.”

“Win your game or whatever. Without the help of your stupid necklace.”

“Planning on it, peaches. Necklace and all.”

He pokes the side of your cheek and flashes you one last smile as he runs back onto the field, right in front of the goal. You watch as he centers the ball in front of him, kicking it into the net on the first try. He turns to the side, pointing at you after making the goal, as he mouths four words.

I told you so.

You tap Zeke on the shoulder, the three of them turning their heads towards you.

“Hi. Mind if I sit with you guys?”

The three of them jump up - Grisha shaking your hand very excitedly, Zeke crushing you in a hug, and Carla cupping your face in her hands, pressing a kiss on both of your cheeks.

So this is where Eren gets it from.

“We’re so excited you came, sweet girl. We were hoping you would find your way over here when we saw you on the field.”

You nod, Carla squeezing your hands in hers (another thing Eren gets from her, you’re sure of it). You settle in the seat next to Zeke, brushing your sweaty palms against the ends of your pants. You can see the game is starting as they all take their places on the field, Eren giving the four of you one last wave. You look at the group of people seated directly to your right, the four of them waving back at him too.

And then you remember. Eren’s hometown friends came down to watch his game.

You take in the sight of the four of them. You can recognize the girl at the end, farthest from you. Mikasa - Eren’s childhood best friend, the two of them and Armin were inseparable. The two in the middle you recognize as well, from the polaroid that Eren had in his wallet. They’re both arguing with each other - with him pulling her hair and her elbowing him in the sides. The fourth boy is entirely unrecognizable to you - broad shoulders, short, messy blonde hair.

You tap him on the shoulder.

“Hi. You’re one of Eren’s hometown friends, right? My name is Y/N. I’m his roommate.”

At the sound of this, the four of them turn their heads, turning to face you.

“His roommate? Since when?”

“Yeah. We’ve been living together since the start of the semester.”

“Reiner, there’s no way in hell right? He kept going on and on about how he was going to finally have a bachelor pad this semester.”

“There’s no fucking way. He literally hated having a roommate. Remember when he threw up on Samuel’s bed on purpose when he was drunk?”

Mental note, Reiner’s the one with the blonde hair. The three of them turn their heads towards Mikasa, who's still watching the game. You’re not sure when she showed up, but Annie’s sitting at her side - the two of them linking their arms together as they sit. Right. She must already know Mikasa since her and Armin have been dating for a while.

“Mikasa. Did you know about this?”

“He may have mentioned it once or twice to me, Connie.”

Buzzed hair is Connie. Connie and the girl in the middle open up the space between them, gesturing for the two of you to sit between them. You don’t miss the look they give each other as you sit down, the two of them smiling deviously.

“I’m Sasha.”

“And I’m Connie.”

“It’s nice to meet you guys, really.”

They both smile, linking their arms with yours as they start staring at you more intently.

“Say. Do you mind answering a few questions for us?”

“Sure.”

“How did Eren become your roommate?”

“I kind of had these sucky roommates last semester. They kind of didn’t mention that they didn’t want to room with me anymore so I kind of switched around at staying at my friends place while I tried to look for an apartment. I couldn’t find one after a week and I met Eren at Armin’s and he offered.”

You watch the three of them, Reiner leaning over now, widening their eyes at you.

“He offered? To house you, a woman, another person, in his apartment, willingly?”

“I mean, I think so? I think he might have felt bad or something. I’m not really sure why he did it.”

“I might have an idea.”

At Reiner’s comment, the three of them start giggling, like they’re all in on some joke you’re not quite sure of.

“Do you like Taylor Swift, Y/N?”

“I do, Connie. Is it that obvious?”

You feel Connie shaking your arm, nearly jumping out of his seat.

“Me too. What’s your favorite album? Favorite song? Folklore or Evermore?”

“Probably, Reputation. For the song, I think maybe Sweet Nothing? And definitely Evermore over here.”

Reiner reaches over and smacks Connie on the back of the neck, mentioning he was getting off track. Off track of what?

“Say. Have you ever…played Taylor Swift for Eren or something?”

“Um, not exactly playing it for him but I kind of have a tendency to sing in the shower sometimes. But also, he did willingly watch the Reputation Stadium Tour without me prompting him to, so I think it’s growing on him.”

At this, Connie and Sasha lean over, their faces a few feet from yours.

“I fucking knew it. That playlist is about you.”

“What playlist?”

You watch Reiner pull out his phone, opening out his Spotify app. The three of them are still smirking - the same way Eren did when he trapped you into staying at the game.

He hands you Eren’s Spotify profile, with exactly one playlist on it, called peaches. The picture is the one from when you and Eren went to see Kenny in the city, only your hands in view as you pet the cat the two of you saw on the street.

You scroll through the playlist, with well over a hundred songs - most of them being Taylor Swift. They are organized by album, a few songs picked out from each one. Meaning, Eren went through each album and picked out the songs that he liked. Just because you said you liked Taylor Swift. I mean, it did have to be about you. It is called peaches.

“So. Is it about you?”

“Uh, yeah. I think so, Connie. Those are my hands. And he calls me peaches, because of my shampoo.”

Mikasa leans over, interjecting in the conversation.

“Did he make you switch it? The shampoo?”

“Uh, no. I think he likes it?”

“Hm.”

Mikasa leans back, sharing a look with Sasha.

“Is that a big deal or something, Connie?”

“Kind of. Eren got really bad food poisoning from some peach flavored concoction Reiner made him once in high school. The smell makes him want to like vomit.”

“It wasn’t a concoction, it was a protein shake. How was I supposed to know that dragon fruit was basically a laxative?”

“We all told you. Like six times.” the three of them respond, rolling their eyes.

Sasha and Connie unlink their arms from yours, turning their attention back to the game. The four of them interject once in a while, lost in their own conversations, but your head is still buzzing from the one that you had with them.

Eren has a playlist. That he made for you. He spent hours probably - listening to each song, picking out the ones he liked.

“Say. Did Eren ever mention us?”

“Hm. Well, I knew about Mikasa - Armin and Eren have both mentioned her. And I’ve seen a picture of the two of you before, Eren has one in his wallet. But no Reiner, never mentioned you.”

“We have his wallet.”

Reiner taps Zeke on the shoulder and pockets the wallet from him. Sasha and Connie reach over, pulling out the dollar bills first - equally dividing the cash between the five of you and stuffing her share in her pocket - before returing it to Reiner, who pulls out both polaroids.

This is when you realize your mistake. Because the polaroid of you kissing his cheek is still in his fucking wallet. You watch Reiner pull it out and hold it out in front of Connie and Sasha, the two of them shaking you in their arms as they all scream in your ears.

“You guys are so cute! We fucking knew it. When did you start dating?”

At the sound of that, you see Carla turn her head out of the corner of her eyes, slightly shuffling over to see what you two are talking about. And then your mistake gets even worse. Because then Carla runs over, kissing you twice on the cheeks again and literally bursting out of happiness at the news.

“Oh, I’m so happy for you two. I knew something was going on. And I even told Eren, he better get a move on because a girl like you doesn’t stay single for long.”

“You would be shocked, Mrs.Yeager.”

She takes her hands into yours, squeezing twice again. Fucking Yeagers and their hand squeezing. It’s almost impossible not to like them.

“Take care of our boy, okay?. He’s really sensitive and emotional, which I’m sure you know already but he means well. Really. And let him take care of you too. He’s told me that you’re a little bit more closed off at times, but he would never hurt you. He cares about you, so so much. It’s you two, on the same side, always.”

And you can’t do it. You can’t tell her the truth because…she’s just so excited. So happy for the two of you. The way she’s holding your hands in hers, kissing your cheeks, doting over you. She’s so excited that it’s you. You don’t want to be the one to tell her that her son has no interest in you.

So you don’t.

“I will. Take care of him, I mean.”

She smiles widely again, crushing you in your arms as he gives you another hug.

Now you have to find Eren. And tell him that you just told your mom that the two of you are dating.

You find him at half-time, outside the locker room. He’s lying on the bench with two of his teammates, ice packs pressed to each of his foreheads.

“Ren?”

He immediately sits up at the sound of your voice, pulling the ice pack off his head as he stands up. He gestures towards the walkway, the two of you walking back down to the stadium.

“Everything okay, kitty?”

“Uh. I might have messed up.”

He stops, turning to face you.

“What did you do?”

“Promise you won’t be mad, Ren?”

“I could never be mad at you. You know that.”

Right. Okay. Just tell him. That’s when you start rambling.

“Well. I met your friends - they’re really nice. Connie and Sasha stole some of your money, though. And Reiner was basically telling me about how he gave you Irritable Bowel Syndrome with a peach smoothie he made you, which is weird because you call me peaches but they were insisting that you hate them. Right, so I told them that you keep a polaroid of them in your wallet - because it’s so cute and I would want to know if I was them - and then they pulled your wallet out and the other polaroid was still in there. And then your mom saw and she was just being so…so sweet that I didn’t have the heart to tell her we weren’t really together.”

He’s staring you down. Green eyes, forehead scrunched up, lips in a straight line. Stop paying attention to his fucking lips.

“So. Let me get this straight. You told my mom that…we were dating?”

“Yes.”

“That’s it?”

“What?

“I thought you killed someone or something. That’s not a big deal.”

“How is that not a big deal? I just lied to your mother. And told her that we were dating.”

“Yeah. I’d probably do the same thing if I was in your position. She probably gave you that whole lecture right, about how we need to take care of each other, how I’m all sensitive and emotional?”

You’ve got to be kidding me.

“Yeah. How’d you know?

“She gave me the same one after she met you. Even I didn’t have the heart to tell her I wasn’t dating you. I just told her I liked you, that’s all.”

“Oh. Okay. I was like freaking out about it.”

He locks his fingers with yours, squeezing twice as the two of you continue to slowly walk.

“It’s okay. I’ll deal with her. She just really likes you, that’s all. They all do.”

“Okay. You sure it’s okay? You’re not secretly mad at me right?”

He looks over, giving you a lopsided grin, the one that makes your heart skip a beat.

“Really, kitty. I could never be mad at you. And I know you. There’s nothing nefarious going on up here.”

He takes his fingers, tapping on your forehead.

“How do you know? This could all be a part of my secret plot to be the new Mrs. Yeager.”

“Bullshit.”

You nudge into him, making him stumble to the side as you both make it to the front of the stadium.

“And why’s that?”

“Because. You wouldn’t need a secret plot if that’s what you wanted.”

He taps the end of your nose before lifting the bar to run back on the field to finish the game, leaving you more confused than when you arrived here.

Stupid Galliard. He always gives terrible advice.

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kissofthemis · 3 months

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hii! can I request the nxx boys with a reader who used to be in an abusive relationship (now an ex) and an example situation when one of the boys raises a hand the reader thinks their going to git them so they flinch or when the boys cook the reader a table full of food the reader starts to sob because they're not used to eating in big amounts (ik I have that problem) all separate pls c:

srry if it's a bit too much u don't have to accept the request!

Hi friend! Sorry for the wait! This type of request is not a problem for me, but I will put it under a "read more" to be safe!

TW abuse mention; implied abuse; PTSD

❤️ Artem ❤️

Your first instinct upon seeing all the delicious dishes that Artem placed on the table was for your mouth to start watering.

Your second instinct was to consciously shut down that response before Artem could notice, and you managed to cut it off before even a drop of saliva could escape your lips.

You'd trained yourself how to do that in your last relationship, a long time ago.

When Artem finally sat down to join you, you didn't make eye contact with him. You just dipped your head politely and began to eat from the plate he had placed in front of you. If you avoided looking at the other dishes he'd placed on the table, from colorful grilled vegetables to aromatic jasmine rice, then you wouldn't crave them as much.

Artem needed more food than you anyway. He was larger, smarter, busier. He needed the energy, and you should be grateful he whipped up a plate for you at all.

That was what you had learned a long time ago. To be grateful for what you had and not to beg for what you didn't deserve.

Perhaps you ate too quickly, however, because your plate was empty within minutes. You sat quietly, waiting to see if Artem would stir up conversation. (He wasn't a highly talkative person, so you were equally content with sipping from your water glass in silence.)

Finally he spoke, and nothing could have prepared you for the concerned murmur of, "If you're still hungry, you can take more. Everything here is for us to share."

"... Huh?"

Now you couldn't help yourself from gawking at him, wide-eyed and perplexed. "N-no, I'm fine. You already made me a plate!"

Artem pensively prodded at a pepper. "Only to start you off," he explained. "I wasn't sure what your favorite foods are, or what you would enjoy most, so I gave you a little bit of everything and decided to put the rest here in their original dishes so you could decide on your own what you wanted to eat." His brow knitted in consternation as he added, the worry in his tone subtle but unmistakable, "Did you think that was all I would let you eat?"

The worry on his face dramatically increased in mere seconds. He nearly jumped out of his seat as he leaned over with a napkin to dab at your eyes. "You're crying. Are you crying?"

Clearly he hadn't expected this reaction from you, and honestly, you hadn't expected to react this way either. The only person more confused than him right now was you. All of this? For you to eat as you please? Any dish, any amount?

"I... You... You're so kind, Artem," was all you could manage to mumble out between your tears.

"I'm nothing special," he insisted, his deep ocean gaze gentle but firm. "I care about you. A lot. So please... eat up and take care of yourself, alright?"

~♡~♡~♡~♡~

💛 Luke 💛

"Luke, we're going to be late!"

Running on the same wavelength as the brunet sometimes did more harm than good. You had both arrived way too early for the escape room that you planned to do today with some friends, so you had camped out underneath a shady tree and watched ducks floating by on the lake.

Who knew counting ducks could make you fall asleep just like sheep?

"It's like a 5 minute walk! The building is right there!" Luke protested, but even his amused grin couldn't hide the hint of concern in his voice. "That's nothing for me!"

"Okay, then you will be on time, but I don't follow the Luke Pearce cardio regimen!" you whined. "And if you leave me in the dust, I'll never forgive you!"

You knew he wouldn't run off without you, so your "threat" was mostly in jest, but the fear that flickered across his eyes almost made you feel guilty.

Almost, but not guilty enough to stop you from sprinting ahead.

"Wait, wait!" Luke cried out suddenly as you began to dart off without him.

His words stopped you in your tracks, and you spun around as fast as you could to turn back towards him.

The heat coursing through your adrenaline-pumped veins immediately froze as a large hand came flying towards your face.

No. No! I messed up! I'm sorry!

With a shriek, you dropped to the ground, arms raised defensively above your head.

I took it too far. I wasn't funny. He's mad. He's mad he's mad he's mad and I deserve this. I deserve this.

Cowering on the ground with your eyes squeezed tightly shut, you braced yourself for impact. Maybe it'd be a smack, maybe a slap, maybe a punch. You weren't sure, but you knew it was coming.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

... why wasn't it coming?

Hesitantly you opened one eye, expecting to see rage ablaze in Luke's passionate coral eyes.

But instead you saw pure fear on his face, as his skin had gone white as a sheet and his hands pulled in close to his chest, shaking.

"Did I... scare you?" he asked carefully, his voice hoarse.

Why was he afraid? Wasn't he mad? Wasn't he...

Maybe your gut reaction was... wrong?

"I'm sorry," you whispered, and you slowly lowered your arms.

Luke looked as though he wanted to step forward, but he held himself back so as to avoid startling you. "You had a leaf in your hair," was all he said. "I wanted to get it out."

"I'm sorry," you repeated. You felt like a broken record, but as shaken as you still were, what else could you say?

Luke lowered himself onto one knee and tentatively reached a hand towards you, like he were coaxing a small animal. He seemed relieved as you inched a little closer to him.

When you finally got close enough for him to remove the leaf, he instead pulled you into his arms.

"Who do I need to kill, [Y/N]?"

"Luke, no."

~♡~♡~♡~♡~

💜 Marius 💜

You tried to keep your eyes off the clock, but the more time that passed, the more difficult that became.

While you had no doubt that Marius von Hagen, of all people, could easily get another reservation at a high-end restaurant, you knew he had been looking forward to taking you to this particular spot for weeks now. But luck had not been on his side this week, as Pax was swamped from left to right with deals to close and disputes to settle. Marius had been sleeping even less than usual; he wouldn't admit it to you, but even if he covered the bags under his eyes with makeup and chugged coffees, you could see the fatigue in the way his eyes had lost a lot of sparkle.

You loved the mischievous gleams and artistic sparks in his eyes, and if this date was only going to cause him more stress...

"Hey, Mar--"

"You will see me at 2:00 tomorrow, or you will find another buyer! Capice?"

Everything else in the room melted away all at once. The clock. Vincent's apologetic face. The Pax sign behind the desk. The huge windows revealing the sunset. All of it, all of it faded into oblivion as soon as that deep, loud, angry voice hit your ears.

Like a thunderstorm had let loose a ferocious flash of lightning and deafening clap of thunder just above your head, all your senses kicked into high gear to focus on one thing:

Stay alive. Stay alive. Get low, get quiet, stay alive.

You weren't sure when Marius hung up the phone. You weren't sure when Marius walked over to you. You weren't even sure where you were.

Perhaps it was for the best that you couldn't see what Marius saw right now: the person he loved most in the world, crouching behind a couch with hands clapped over their ears, eyes squeezed tightly shut, and murmuring quietly and rapidly in an effort to stay grounded.

Marius von Hagen had money, power, and influence beyond what most people could dream, but even he couldn't stop a trauma response in its tracks.

You flinched as you felt a large weight drop on top of your head, but slowly you unclenched your jaw as you realized it was a large but gentle hand, stroking your hair rhythmically.

You dared to open your eyes, slowly fluttering your eyelids open until Marius' concerned, exhausted face came into clear view.

"I'm sorry I yelled," he murmured.

You shook your head, and as you pulled your hands away from your ears, you tried to reach out and pat him on the shoulder. But your hands were still shaking, and you cursed yourself silently as you realized you wouldn't be able to comfort him like this. "You've been under a lot of stress."

Marius let out a low, self-deprecating chuckle. "That's no excuse. I can't fulfill my very important role if I lose my cool like that."

"The President of Pax isn't allowed to get upset?"

Marius snorted. "Not that role. Nobody cares about me as president, anyway. I mean as your lover."

Before you could even fully process his words and tell him how touching and sincere they were, Marius gently flicked your forehead.

"Besides, I'll be less stressed now that I called off the deal with that old curmudgeon. Ready for dinner, babe?"

~♡~♡~♡~♡~

💚 Vyn 💚

Stealth. Stealth. You were the embodiment of stealth.

Phase 1 had been easy. Since you were staying in Vyn's guest room tonight as he had to get up early (or at least attempt to) tomorrow, he hadn't noticed you tip-toeing out at midnight. That room was around the corner from his own bedroom, after all, and his closed door meant he couldn't see you sneak over to the stairs.

Phase 2 had been a little more challenging: the stairs themselves. In order to avoid any creaking that could give you away, you had decided to crawl along the side and test each step to figure out where the sturdiest part was. (You had also made a mental note to inform Vyn that the third step from the bottom definitely needed to be repaired, because it squeaked like a rusty hinge.)

Phase 3 was almost complete and going off without a hitch. You had just turned the corner into his kitchen, and now the refrigerator door was in plain sight. The hardwood was a bit of a pain compared to sneaking around on carpet, but your socks should be sufficiently muffled on the kitchen tile. You inhaled deeply and gave your stomach a reassuring pat.

'Soon. Soon we will be appeased.'

Gingerly you stepped across the tile, gently you opened the door, and with a victorious smile, you inspected the glowing contents of Vyn's refrigerator.

Jackpot!

As you debated whether to grab yogurt, cheese, or some celery to scoop up peanut butter, a low voice sounded behind you.

"If you want a midnight snack, might I recommend something low sugar so that you can fall asleep shortly after?"

You nearly screeched as you slammed the door shut and whirled around with your back pressed against its cold metal surface. Suppressing a whimper, you raised your arms defensively in front of your abdomen and face as you looked up to an amused pair of glimmering golden eyes.

"I... I'll go back to bed. I'm sorry. I didn't..."

Excuses swarmed your head like a mess of bees, but you doubted any of them would spare you from your inevitable fate.

They had never saved you in the past, after all.

"Please don't be mad...."

You regretted the words as soon as they came out of your mouth. That would just make Vyn angrier! You couldn't bear to look at him, so you turned your head away and held your breath as you waited for his response.

"Why would I be mad?"

Surprised by these words and how genuine they sounded, you dared to take a peek at Vyn. He didn't even look sleepy as he gazed at you with knitted brow and a fretful frown on his pale face. "If anything, I'm... disappointed." He sighed softly and extended a hand to you. "Let me help you up, darling."

You weren't sure your quivering legs would support you even with Vyn's help, so you kept one hand on the refrigerator door as Vyn helped you to your feet. "Disappointed?" you echoed, unable to quash your curiosity.

"Of course. I am, after all, an excellent pastry chef, if I do say so myself." His gaze softened as he guided you slowly to one of the seats behind the kitchen counter. "The thought that you'd rather snack on cheese instead of a fresh tiramisu, matcha tart, or mille-feuille... well, that is quite the blow to my self-esteem."

Was he... trying to lighten the mood? You couldn't be sure if he was serious or joking. "I... shouldn't be hungry. You gave me plenty to eat."

Vyn didn't seem bothered by that. "No 'should' or 'shouldn't' applies here. You are hungry, and I simply cannot allow that." He chuckled and opened the refrigerator, tutting softly as he reviewed its contents. "I'll have to regretfully inform you I am low on eggs, but perhaps next time I can make you a crème brulée."

As relief flooded over you, you allowed yourself to smile. "... I don't think I trust you with a torch at this hour, anyway."

Vyn drummed his fingers against the counter. "Harsh, but understandable." He sighed. "Now then, please select a dessert, unless you want me to psychoanalyze everything that happened just now instead."

"Strawberry shortcake, please!"

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arachnoia · 10 months

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finally ➶ . ˚ ༉‧₊˚ˑ༄ؘ | miguel o’hara

miguel o’hara x fem! reader (nsfw!)

a/n: this is an odd series but um. yeah I don’t know. but nevertheless thank you so much for the support of this little series! it means a lot !

pls pls gimmie requests! ya girl is dying from writer’s block and I neeeeed ideassss pleaseee

warnings- nsfw, riding, unprotected sex, p in v, untranslated spanish, a lil bit of angst, third and final part to gone and holy shock! (idk how to make warnings 😭)

- 1: gone -2: holy shock

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“What the hell? He doesn’t mean it, according to you?”

Peter probably tried to make you feel better with that. But he didn’t. He didn’t mean it? Was it a prank? Because it’s a shitty ass prank if it was.

“Yup! Just talk to him about it!!” Peter said enthusiastically.

“But if he didn’t mean it?”

“Miguel’s all bark-“

“No, he isn’t!” you said, your voice cracking immensely. You started to cry a little bit more. “He hurt me with that, Peter.”

Peter’s gaze softened as he gave you another hug to your sobbing figure.

“He hurt me so so bad with that. Notes are usually supposed to be small and have a small affect on a person. Usually it’s positive but goddamn.”

“It’s okay, kid.” He said, rubbing your back.

You sniffled and stood up from where you were sitting. The sky was already starting to turn into an indigo color and that was your sign to go home.

And cry, of course.

“Peter, I think it’s best if I go back home…”

“Okay, here, hold the baby,” He said as he held out Mayday in front of you, giving you a dopey smile.

You smiled slightly, “What?”

“It’ll make you feel better. This kid’s got some superpowers, man.”

You held Mayday and smiled at the redhead child. “She’s as beautiful as MJ.”

You gave Mayday a hug and gave her back to Peter.

“See ya tomorrow, kid. Talk to him, okay?” Peter said, giving you a stern look.

“Okay. Bye, Peter. Thank you,” you said, waving goodbye and opening an opening to your universe.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Yeah okay, he’s totally way outta line!”

Peter decided to tell MJ what happened. He didn’t know how to exactly help you so he decided to ask MJ.

MJ fumed because she met you a few times and you had her full respect. She didn’t care that Peter was friends with Miguel, she was pissed.

He’s not good at being a friendship therapist.

“I told her to just talk to him. I’m not sure I did the right thing though,” Peter frowned and glanced over at Mayday who was sleeping peacefully, snuggling with her Spider-man plush.

“I think you did the right thing. I mean aren’t they dating?”

Peter jerked his head towards MJ and widened his eyes. “Wait what?”

She nodded, “Peter, it sounds like Y/n and Miguel are having trouble in paradise.”

“WOAH THERE. Miguel? The grumpy, stompy, depressed guy? With Y/n? The also grumpy but as much of an ass as Miguel girl? What?”

MJ laughed. “Well Peter, I assumed because whenever you talked about them before, those two always seemed a little too close to be just friends?”

Peter had an epiphany, “Holy shiitake mushrooms…”

“The way they look at each other…You thought they were friends, Peter?”

Peter looked shocked, “THAT’S WHAT Y/N TOLD ME!”

MJ scoffed, “Maybe they are. But I don’t know, Peter! Friends don’t exactly do that!”

“WHAT?”

MJ went over to Peter and held his shoulder. “Just let them be okay? I trust whatever Y/n is going to do.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

You teleported to your universe, ending up on the top of your apartment building. You accidentally tripped and cut your leg on a piece of metal on the ground. “Ah, fuck.”

You limped to your apartment and turned on the living room lights just a bit, enough for you to see where to go.

You went to the bathroom to get the first aid kit and jumped as you turned on the bathroom lights.

“Are you alright?”

The hairs on your neck stood up as you stared at him behind you from the mirror. You felt chills across your spine as you made eye contact with his crimson red eyes.

He turned you around by the shoulders so you would look at him in the face. “I asked you if you’re alright?”

“How did you get in here.” You said, your voice cold and stern, making his eyes soften.

“You had your window open and the lights are on.”

“That doesn’t give you an invitation to come in.”

He shrugged. “It gave you an invitation last time.”

You frowned and tried to free yourself from his grasp. “Fuck you. Leave me the fuck alone-”

“Y/n, let me explain-”

Your eyes widened angrily. “Didn’t you want me GONE from your life? What the fuck happened to that? YOU LEFT ME!”

Miguel froze and stood back from you. You were already a crying mess from before and he noted how puffy your eyes were from your living room’s dim lighting.

All the sadness disappeared and all you felt was anger.

“Do you know how much I cared for you? And all you do is leave me and leave me a pathetic little note that you hate me?” You then walked over to him and slapped him. “How fucking DARE you.”

His eyes pierced through you as he whispered. “Cared? So you don’t anymore…?”

“Oh I didn’t say that. I hate myself for still caring for you, right now,” you said, feeling tears spill from your eyes again.

He put his hands in his face in frustration. “I did that because I care for you. I don’t want you to be hurt if you were to be with me, or for me to be hurt if I lose you.”

You looked at him and pouted, “Oh really, Miguel? You care for me?”

His face softened. “Yeah, cariño.”

Your face shifted to a calm look. “You still hurt me either way, you fucking idiot. You think i’m going to take that lameass excuse?”

He froze. “I hurt you?”

You smiled sadistically, “Did you think I was going to smile and laugh after seeing that bullshit? Oh ‘I want you gone from my life’ ahahaha! Give me a fucking break.”

You never thought you’d see the day Miguel O’Hara would go on his knees and start sobbing.

For you.

“I’m…I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it. I just didn’t want to hurt you,” he sobbed.

You felt a little cruel for wanting to laugh at his face. How was he going to fuck you and hurt you a few hours later?

That shit doesn’t make sense.

The silence was loud, giving you time to think until you finally spoke.

“How sorry are you?”

He looked up from his position and stared at you. “You can’t imagine how sorry I am.”

You smiled at him, “Show me how sorry you are.” You said calmly.

You held a staring contest with him as you took your suit off, showing off your toned body, leaving little to the imagination with your red panties and blue bra.

His concerned look turned dark yet he still froze.

It matched his suit.

You lead him on the couch and cradled him once he sat down.

“C’mon, babyyy. Show me!” you moaned, going to kiss his neck as you feel a wave of his cologne hit your nose.

It was your favorite cologne.

You felt adrenaline go through your veins. You didn’t know what else to do and remembered how good last night felt, although the end isn’t what you wanted.

It was irrational and impulsive, you know that. But he wanted you to forgive him and he did say he’ll do anything.

“Ay dios…Fuck-“ he groaned as you grinded against his erected member, making your pussy throb even more.

He stretched his arm to press the button on his watch to take off his suit, leaving him naked.

You panted and smiled. “So you really are naked under there? Thought it was just me being delusional.”

He smirked and licked his lips. “It’s all real, baby.”

You bit your lips as his lips started to big in your neck and breasts, leaving more bites. “Show me how sorry you really are, hermoso. F-Fuck!”

He steadily fingered and abused your throbbing clit as your soft moans fueled him to go even faster.

He then stood up and turned you around to gain some support from the couch as your ass faced him. You felt your panties and bra be ripped off by his claws.

“F-Fuck you, that was my favorite pair.”

“Aw? Was it because it reminded you of me?” He laughed, his dick grazing your wet vagina.

“J-Just put it in already, O’Hara!” you screamed, grabbing his dick yourself and putting it in. The both of you moaned as pleasure shot through both of you.

“H-Harder, O’Hara! Show m-me how much you’re sorry!”

He started slapping your ass continuously as he went in and out of you. He started groaning as you were grinding against him again, “Asi, mami. Fuckkkk.”

You felt him twitch and immediately took him out of you. He looked at you angrily. “Pa’que haces eso?!”

“Not my fault you were going to come already. It’s been what? 30 seconds? Can’t you go longer?” you teased.

You switched positions and faced him as you had your legs spread out. He held them in order to then go into you again, only much more aggressive and faster.

You smiled and kissed him as he went aggressive on your sensitive pussy. “Mmmm fuck…”

He grabbed onto your legs a little too strong, making you wince from your injury from earlier but he still kept going and going.

You felt him smile in the kiss too and he went even faster.

The room was filled with a symphony of skin slapping and moaning, with the occasional curses Miguel let out in Spanish.

It felt so wrong, but so fucking good.

“P-Princesa please. I’m gonna come-“ he said as he painted your walls and insides white once again. Shortly after, you reached your high and was grinding on him once again.

“Oh-Oh fuckkk Miguel!” you couldn’t help but claw at his shoulders from the pleasure crash you were experiencing.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom, princesa,” he said, as he carried you there.

He placed you on top of him as he entered in you again and you started riding his dick, which was hard again.

You started to make out with him again and moaned in the kiss. “Mmm fuck. Just like that, baby.”

He grabbed and squeezed your ass before he started spanking and he left your ass with several imprints of his hands.

He started attacking your breasts and massaged them as you rode his dick even faster.

You felt him twitch again as you clenched on his dick and smiled. “So soon?”

He threw his head back and grunted, “S-Shock-“

You laughed as he finished again, leaving the in between of your legs a sticky, white mess once more.

You went for a few more rounds until he tired himself out and knocked out.

“Already so tired, Miguel?” you said as he spooned you. He groaned as a response and closed his eyes.

This is what you always wanted; being in his arms as he protected you. The sex was just the cherry on top to a good fantasy come reality.

“I love you, cariño,” he whispered as he then fell asleep.

You smiled at him and stayed like that. You waited until you were certain he was knocked out and let yourself go from his grasp.

Lucky for you, you had an expresso shot so you didn’t feel so tired. You just felt a bit sore.

You took a quick shower and suited up with a new accessory you made.

You went over to your bedroom, being met with Miguel still knocked out in your bed. You smiled at the sight as he snored a bit.

“I’m just going to leave you a little note here if that’s okay? I’ll get going, cariño.”

“I’ll be gone for now, ” You kissed his forehead again while leaving a note next to his side of the bed along with your watch. You watched him for a bit before your face and tone went cold.

You went down to his level and whispered darkly as you smiled.

“I quit.”

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“I’m going to do it, I’m going to do it!” Peter was pacing around outside of Miguel’s office and has been for 10 minutes.

MJ had Mayday for the day and Peter felt remorse for you, so he was going to stick up for you.

He felt bad that you went through this.

He understood Miguel was an ass to the average person but you two were friends to crying out loud!

It wasn’t until the door opened, revealing a fuming Miguel, stomping towards Peter.

“O-Oh h-hey Miguel-“

Miguel glared at Peter and scoffed, “Cut the shit, Peter. Where the fuck is Y/l/n?”

Peter raised his eyebrows, “What do you mean?”

“I mean what I said. Where. Is. She? Lyla?”

Lyla popped out from behind him and saluted, “Yes sir?”

“Find Y/l/n. I need to speak with her.”

Lyla frowned, “I’m trying but Miguel, she doesn’t have her watch and I can’t find her!”

Miguel looked even more upset. “THEN TRY HARDER!” Lyla’s eyes widened as she started to look even further, tracking your dimension history.

“U-Uh Miguel ? Are you alright?” Peter was a little frightened.

It’s obvious how terrifying Miguel O’Hara is when he’s angry.

“You. You were the last person to see her before-“ He stopped himself and bit his lip.

“You were just the last person to see her. Where is she?”

Peter frowned, “Well isn’t she in her dimension?”

“YOU THINK I HAVEN’T TRIED LOOKING THERE?”

Peter frowned at Miguel. “W-Well, if you weren’t such an asshole to her, maybe this wouldn’t have never had happ-“

Miguel pointed at Peter angrily, “Don’t you dare tell me what to do. You’re the last person I want to be lectured by.”

He turned around and walked back into his office, before Lyla spoke.

“I think I have something?”

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You smiled as you enjoyed the scenery of Nueva York once again, enjoying an empanada.

Alone.

Your heart stung. It would have been better with Miguel. You already got your revenge but he probably doesn’t care enough to say something.

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“Hola mi amor!” Doña Rosa greeted, waving at your entrance. “The usual?”

You nodded as you smiled. “Yes, please. Just one though.” She nodded and went into the kitchen.

Doña Rosa’s husband pointed at you, confused. “Donde está ese chavo? Miguel, is it?”

As Doña Rosa finished packing up, she nodded. “Yeah mija! Something happened?”

You nodded. “It’s nothing! Don’t worry!”

Doña Rosa and her husband looked at each other and smiled at you.

“Whatever’s going on, I’m sure everything will be alright!”

“Hopefully, señora…Hopefully.”

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You stopped munching on your empanada as you felt your Spider sense go off, but ignored it, thinking it was a bird.

That is, until you saw two web shots in a scarlet orange in your direction.

“Y/L/N!” Your body froze as you heard that familiar scream from behind you. He sounded so angry.

You had your suit but had a sweater on top. Which happened to be his.

You couldn’t bring yourself to give it back and it’s really comfortable.

You stood up and backed away.

He had his suit, except his mask, revealing his angry face.

Maybe you were being delusional again but it looked like he was crying.

“Miguel-“

He went over to you and hugged you, stuffing his face in your hair. He’s always liked the smell of your hair.

“I’m so sorry. I’m really really sorry.” he muttered, hugging you tighter.

You didn’t know what to say. You just stood there frozen.

“I- I just didn’t want you hurt and what I did was selfish but I didn’t know how hurt you felt until you did the same to me. And I’m so fucking sorry.”

You felt him tremble a bit, maybe because he was crying again. You heard his voice crack again.

“Please forgive me…” You patted his back and smiled.

“I forgive you. I’m sorry too.”

He smiled. “I see you’re wearing my sweater,” he pulled on the drawstring and laughed.

“It’s just comforting, don’t take it to heart, O’Hara-“

Lyla popped out and rolled her eyes. “Just kiss at this point. It shouldn’t be hard considering you two did other things. Or might I say, each ot-“

Miguel pulled back and rolled his eyes. “That’s enough, Lyla.”

Lyla looked at you. “It wasn’t hard to also find you since your watch had a different signal than the others and-“

“LYLA!”

She scoffed. “Geez okay!”

He looked back at you with sorrow written on his face. He finally held out his hand in front of you and smiled.

“Are you willing to give us a shot?”

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babybluebex · 1 year

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𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 | 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐥𝐫𝐚𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: your latin tutor is one of those revolutionaries that your father despises and, after he invites you to a citizen’s meeting, his true intentions are revealed. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: enjolras (BBC les miserables) x fem!reader 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: canon divergence, mentions of drinking, kissing, forbidden romance, names (mon cher = my darling, mon amour = my love, mon ange = my angel) 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: omg alright it's happening everyone stay calm (also pls lmk if this is all glitchy bc my tumblr has been acting weird lately so like. grr.) ((and yes, there will be a part 2 hehe...))

“Well, mademoiselle,” Enjolras started, shutting his textbooks as he looked at the clock on the wall. “It’s that time again.”

You groaned, hating that your lesson had come to an end. Ever since you had turned eighteen, you had been begging your father to let you go to university, just like your brother had gone, but he had forbidden you from even entertaining the idea of university. It was no place for a lady, he told you, and you had pouted and stamped your foot and demanded to be allowed to go. The middle ground for your father were private tutors, just as you had had when you were growing up, but for sophisticated topics. You chose to learn Latin, and your father had hired the perfect Latin tutor for you.

Tall and thin, short caramel curls and dark eyes and plush lips, mustache and thin beard. His name was Enjolras, one of angels in the original Latin, as he had told you. He was handsome and a good laugh, and, even if you got frustrated with the language, he soothed you with a gentle hand on your arm and soft words of encouragement. “You can do it, mon cher,” he said. “Just think about it for a moment.” He always called you sweet names as well, names that made you blush and avoid his eye to keep from exploding.

“Oh, no, Enjolras,” you begged him, reaching out and taking his arm in your hand. “Please don’t go, please stay!”

“Oh, mon cher, I have to,” Enjolras bemoaned. “I have somewhere to be.”

“But can’t you stay long enough for tea?” you asked quickly. “It’s rather cold outside, I’d hate to send you out into the cold without something warm to drink first.”

“Mon cher,” Enjolras said softly, putting his hand over yours. His hand was warm, his fingertips stained with days-old ink, and you wondered how it would feel for him to touch your bare skin. You often had dreams about your Latin tutor, less than ladylike dreams about the things you wished he would do to you. Just last night, you had dreamt of him taking you against your desk, pulling up your dress and making love to you, and you had hardly been able to meet Enjolras’s eye during your lessons. “I just can’t.”

“What do you have to do?” you asked. “Where do you have to be?”

“So curious,” Enjolras chuckled with narrowed eyes. “Why do you want me to stay so badly?”

“I just—“ you started shyly. “I like talking to you. You’re the only one who treats me like an equal as opposed to someone lesser.”

“Yes, well,” Enjolras started, shuffling around the papers on your desk as he tried to tidy and pack up. “The revolution preaches equality amongst all men, and women are included in that.”

That bloody revolution of his. Enjolras brought it up every so often, equality and friendship among all, the abolition of kings and monarchies, and, while he never went very in depth about it, you knew that it was a cause that was dear to his heart. You didn’t know if he had a woman in his life or not (the very thought of it made your heart drop in despair), but he spoke about his revolution as if it were his only love.

“Equality among all,” you scoffed. “I’ll believe that when I see it.”

Enjolras regarded you with those narrowed eyes again, his pupils the color of dark, bitter chocolate, and he said, “Is it that hard to believe that you could be treated as I am?”

“Only because I’ve never been treated that way,” you said gently.

“I treat you that way,” Enjolras said. “I treat you and speak to you as any one of my friends.”

“Are we friends?” you asked. “Or do you tolerate me because my father pays you?”

“I do like you, mon cher,” Enjolras smiled. “Genuinely. Perhaps if things were different, I’d offer to…” He hesitated for a moment, a bit of restraint that you had never seen from him before, and he finally mumbled, “I’d offer to bring you with me to my meeting tonight.”

“Meeting?” you echoed. “What sort of meeting?”

“A citizens’ meeting,” Enjolras said. “Me and my friends, and revolutionaries all over Paris, we come together weekly to discuss ideas. I look forward to it every week, almost as much as I look forward to our lessons.”

“Oh, that sounds lovely!” you smiled, and you clutched his arm tightly. “Please take me with you, Enjolras, please!”

“I can’t do that,” Enjolras told you firmly. “Believe me, I wish I could. But if your father found out—“

“My father,” you scoffed. “So what if he found out?”

“He would fire me,” Enjolras said. “No more Latin lessons, mon cher. Your father, he’s an aristocrat, the revolution does not benefit him, so he’s against it. If he knew you went to a citizens’ meeting, he might even disown you.”

“He could never,” you mumbled, leaning back and crossing your arms over your chest. “He loves me too much.”

“People don’t like their politics to be challenged,” Enjolras said. “He would punish you, and that likely would come at my expense. Like I said, no more Latin lessons, I would never be permitted to see you.”

“I don’t want that,” you said quickly. “I like you too much. Erm, your lessons, I mean. I don’t want to find another tutor.”

“I didn’t think so,” Enjolras said with a coy smile. “I’d hate to see you punished, so I won’t invite you to the meeting. In fact, on very certain terms, I am telling you not to come.”

“Alright, alright, I understand,” you grumbled. “No meeting.”

“Don’t be cross with me, mon cher,” Enjolras begged, taking your hand in his. He squeezed your hand and gave you a tight smile, and he dropped your hand as he spoke again. “I’d hate to make you upset with me before I leave for my meeting.”

“Rub it in, why don’t you?” you huffed, and Enjolras set his eyes on his papers and books, looking at you quickly before looking back down at the papers. You took his hint and looked at the paper, and your eyes widened as you saw that his own neat script covered the paper. Even though you saw it upside-down, you could see a date and an address.

“Remember,” Enjolras said, passing the paper to you. “I told you not to come. But, if I left this and you wanted to return it to me, you know where to find me.”

“Oh, Enjolras,” you said softly. “Thank you.”

“For what?” Enjolras asked. “Denying you to come to a meeting? I should think I’m hurting your feelings.”

“Oh,” you said quickly, catching onto his game. Enjolras was wonderfully playful, and this was only proof of that. “Yes, yes, it hurts my feelings so much. In fact, I might think twice about returning your paper to you.”

“But you’re a good girl,” Enjolras said. “You’ll return it to me hastily, just as soon as I’m gone and you’ve noticed I left it.”

“Of course, of course,” you said passively, and your stomach shrank behind your stays. He had called you a good girl. Did he know the effect his words had? “Anything for you.”

“Alright,” Enjolras said. “I really must be leaving. Have a good evening, mademoiselle.”

“You as well, monsieur,” you told him, and you stayed seated at your desk and lazily tidied up your things as Enjolras left. Your heart hammered inside your chest at the prospect of seeing Enjolras again, outside of your lessons, at this revolutionary meeting. Would he treat you as a friend, or like some girl that had hopelessly fallen in love with him and followed him?

About an hour after Enjolras left (because you definitely weren’t paying too much attention to the clock), you crumpled the paper up in your hand and went to the front foyer, tying your cloak around your neck. You hoped that maybe you could slip out of the house unnoticed, but the creak of the stairs made your heart stop.

“Are you going out?” your father asked you, and you sighed.

“Just for a moment,” you said. “My Latin tutor left something of his, and I’m going to return it.”

“You can’t wait to give it back next week?” your father asked, and you shook your head, looking up at the stairs to see him. Enjolras’s words swam in your head, about how your father’s politics were better left unchallenged, how angry he would be if he knew the truth, but the promise of seeing Enjolras was too great for you to back down now.

“It looks important,” you said, looking down at the paper in your hand. “Doesn’t he work as a copier? This looks like an unfinished piece of his work. I don’t want him to get into any trouble.”

“I can deliver it,” your father offered, and you shook your head.

“I’d rather do it,” you said. “I’ve been inside all day, I’d like to go out for a moment.”

“If you say so,” your father said. “Just be back before dinnertime.”

“Yes, sir,” you told him, and you quickly left the house before he could ask any more questions. The air was cold against your cheeks as you began your walk to the small pub that Enjolras’s flyer indicated, and your heart was beating quicker with every avenue and rue that you turned down. Eventually, you heard the chatter of a pub as you turned onto a street, and you steadied yourself as you pushed open the door. The air inside was warm and smelled like ale, but you weren’t focused on that. Your eyes were instantly drawn to the back corner where, on a raised stage-like area, your Latin tutor sat. He looked incredibly laid-back and handsome, his jacket slung across the back of his chair and exposing his vest and chemise, and you had to keep yourself from shouting his name to catch his attention.

Luckily for you, his attention was captured by your mere presence. His eyes found you instantly, and a smile crossed his face as he swept his arm towards him and the other men at the table. He beckoned you over several times before your feet finally started to move, and you crumpled the flyer in your hand as you made your way to the back corner.

“I know you’d come,” Enjolras beamed. “Come, sit, would you like a drink?”

“Oh, umm,” you started, eyeing the other men at the table. Any friend of Enjolras’s was a friend of yours, but you didn’t miss the odd ways that they stared at you, like they were seeing some fantastical being for the first time; almost like Enjolras had spoken of you and they didn’t expect to actually meet you. “Not now, but maybe later.”

“Of course,” Enjolras said, and he tugged a seat over the table, where sheaths of cards laid out, in the middle of a game. “Here, you can sit here—“

“Uh, Enjolras?” one of the men asked. “Aren’t you going to introduce us to the lady?”

“Hardly a lady,” you quipped before you could stop yourself. “I-I mean, why am I a lady if that title comes with consequences? Why am I not just one of his friends?”

“Ah,” the man said. “So you’re the girl he’s been tutoring. Corrupting, as it were.” He reached over and jostled Enjolras’s arm, and your tutor rolled his eyes. “Tell me, how often does he speak about revolution during your lessons?”

“Not often,” you said, and you playfully bit your lip as you considered your next words. “But enough for it to be a bother.”

Enjolras gaped at you, his game still afoot, and he turned his nose up. “See, I told you that you shouldn’t have come,” he said. “I would only bore you with more revolution speak.” He took the cards back up in his hands and carefully began to shuffle them, and you took notice of the way his ink-stained fingers shook a little. Was he nervous? Surely not as much as you.

“What if I wanted to come?” you asked softly. “To see you?”

Enjolras smiled gently, and he carefully touched your hand, taking your fingers in his grip. “Well, that’s the best reason,” he said. “Because I also get to see you.”

“I thought for sure you’d hate seeing me,” you told him. The conversation at the table had resumed, leaving you and the handsome older man to your own devices, and Enjolras shook his head. “That-That you wouldn’t want me around…”

“I can hardly get enough of you,” Enjolras told you. “I hope you enjoy the meeting. Speak up if you have something to say.” With that, Enjolras stood from his chair and began to bang his fist on the table in front of you, startling you into a jump. His compatriots started to do the same, and it flooded the pub until you yourself were compelled to slam your hand into the table with them. The sense of camaraderie was astounding, and you laughed as Enjolras started to hush the crowd.

“Citizens,” he started, and the eager crowd silenced themselves to listen to him. You had learned from him that equality among all meant no leaders, nobody with a higher standing or rank than any other person, but you could instantly tell that Enjolras was their leader. Everyone looked at him with bated breath, awaiting his words, and a shiver ran down your back at his authority.

“General Lamarck lays dying,” Enjolras announced. “He is a supporter of the revolution, one of our first and strongest supporters. As soon as he dies, we need to do something. Paris is a powder keg, yes? And Lamarck’s death needs to symbolize something, it needs to symbolize everything. It is the spark that we need to make the whole of Paris go up in flames.”

“Hear, hear!” one of Enjolras’s friends said, banging his fist on the table again, and a giddy excitement filled your chest. You looked up at him from where he stood, and you found Enjolras looking down at you, the hint of a smile on his face.

“Take this woman!” Enjolras began, brandishing a hand out to you. Your face went cold then before flooding hot with blush, and you shook your head.

“Mon ange, please, no,” you protested. “Not in front of everyone—“

“Strip her of her aristocratic clothes and what do you have?” Enjolras asked. “You have a woman. A woman with wishes, dreams, hopes! And there is no better way to ensure her success in the world than with…” He trailed off, looking to you, and you gulped, knowing what he wanted from you.

“La révolution!” you squeaked, wholly unsure of yourself, but Enjolras clapped his hand down on your shoulder as the pub exploded with cheers and cries. You grinned at him as he squeezed your shoulder, and he leaned down to nestle his mouth right next to your ear, speaking so that only you could hear him.

“How do you like it?” he asked.

“I…” you started, and you reached up to gently touch his cheek, the rough stubble under your fingers. His hand went to cover yours, his eyes big as he watched you, and, under the commotion in the pub, you said, “I think you should kiss me.”

He didn’t hesitate at all, reaching to capture your cheek in his hand, and he pressed his mouth to yours. Fireworks exploded in your chest as you held him close, your eyes fluttering shut to enjoy the kiss. You had never kissed a man before, and Enjolras was a good first kiss; his lips were soft, his mouth gentle, his grip soothing on your jaw.

When you drew away, the din of the pub still raging as Enjolras’s friend spoke now, Enjolras suddenly looked forlorn, his eyebrows furrowing as he bit his bottom lip. “I shouldn’t have done that,” he said softly, and he tore himself away from you, grabbing his jacket from off the back of his chair. “I shouldn’t have—“

“Mon ange, wait,” you told him, and you grabbed at his hand as he started to walk away from the table. “Wait, what do you mean?”

“I shouldn’t have just kissed you,” Enjolras told you. “That was a mistake.”

“But why?” you asked. “I asked for it, and I liked it! I didn’t—“

“Because there’s no room for love in this,” Enjolras said, grabbing his hand away from you. He stepped away from you, and turned to the room, and he hesitated for a moment before he quickly scaled down the steps and made to leave the pub.

“Wait!” you exclaimed, grabbing your cloak, and you chased after him, threading through the crowd. You finally caught up with him outside the pub in the cold air, and you grabbed his hand again and tugged him back to you. “Mon ange, wait just a moment, please!”

“Stop it, don’t call me that,” Enjolras said quickly. He turned to you and you saw his cheeks red, his eyes aflame, but not with anger. He truly regretted kissing you, and your heart sank into your stomach. “I’m not your angel, as much as you wish.”

“Don’t be mean!” you exclaimed. “What’s the matter? You said there’s no love in this? What is ‘this’?”

“The revolution,” Enjolras answered. “Love means that one person matters more than others, there is no love in revolution, everyone is equal in everyone’s hearts—“

“But!” you huffed. “Why did you kiss me then? Just to play with me? I thought you were better than that.”

“Because I wanted to kiss you,” he told you. “I want nothing more than to kiss you, to have you be mine and mine alone, but I can’t just abandon all I’ve worked for for you. Falling in love is not what I’m supposed to do—“

“So don’t call it love,” you told him. “Don’t call it anything. We are… Citizens, comrades, yes? There’s no sense in being upset over something that doesn’t truly exist. If you can decide that I’m not high born and decide that I’m just a woman, then you can just as easily decide to not love me.”

“But I do love you,” Enjolras said.

“Just don’t call it love,” you said back. “Call it anything other than that.”

In an instant, Enjolras stood closer to you, throwing his arms around your middle, and he tugged your body right on top of his. His hands explored your body, gripping your hips and feeling up your sides, and he pressed his forehead to yours. “How can I resist you?” he whispered. “My sweet girl, mon amour…”

“Mon ange,” you whispered, brushing your nose against his. “Kiss me, my angel.”

“I’ll regret it,” Enjolras warned you, and you shook your head.

“Only if you let yourself regret it,” you told him. “Kiss me, please—”

His hands cupped your jaw as he kissed you, his lips plush against yours again, and you clutched his jacket tightly to keep him from leaving you again. You could never let him go again, not as long as you lived. Enjolras held you tightly as well, equally as passionate about keeping you, and he broke the kiss with a gasp. “Mon amour,” he whispered. “You had an awfully hard time at your lessons today. I might need to come back tomorrow and give you some extra lessons.”

“Yes, please,” you said quickly. “Yes, tomorrow, yes.”

“So eager,” Enjolras chuckled. “Go home, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“What if I want to stay for the meeting?” you asked.

“Do you really want to?” Enjolras asked with playfully narrowed eyes. “Or do you just want to spend time with me?”

“Maybe both,” you teased him, and Enjolras smiled.

“Go home, mon amour,” Enjolras told you. “I’ll see you as soon as possible. I’ll dream of you.”

“I’ll dream of you as well.”

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princesachicana · 2 years

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐭.𝟑 (conrad fisher x reader) (𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝐩𝐭.𝟏 𝐩𝐭.𝟐

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Nervous. Nervous. Nervous

That was the only feeling you had at the moment, today would be your first date with cameron. He’d refused to tell you where you were going, the only advice he could give was “dress casual” Was it bad that you didn’t know exactly what that meant? Of course you wanted to look good for him, but you didn’t want to show up all dressy and him actually stick to the casual look.

“Belly, you’re totally not helping!” You whine as you examine an outfit in the mirror. “I’m pretty sure you could show up wearing a trash bag and he’d still be foaming at the mouth for you!” Belly declares with a smirk. “That’s so cliche to say, shut up!” You laughed. The summer dress you had on did wonders for your body, and just now you remembered a comment cameron made a few months back. “He likes when i wear dresses.” You muttered to yourself, but with belly being on the other line of the phone she heard as well.

“Ohh so he’s mentioned that before?” Belly questioned all ready to hear. “Well yes, last month I wore a dress to the beach and he said that it made me stand out.” You gushed, feeling a warm feeling in the pit of your belly. “That’s so cute, so what happened after you had that hot make out session on the beach?” Belly piqued up with another question. “I already told you, he walked me home and maybe we made out some more on my couch.” You probably relived that night more than once, cameron was something special.

And yes, he walked you home. You could tell it hurt Cameron’s feelings when you attempted to walk home alone, but that was what you were used to. You didn’t know how a boy operated when they actually liked a girl. You’ve always thought they were after one thing, Sex. Cameron hadn’t once tried to make a move on you sexually, he’d always have a conversation with you, he wanted to spend quality time with you, he wanted you for you not your body.

And as he walked you home from the beach that night, not once had he let go of your hand that was laced with his. Every-time someone walked past the two of you he’d pull you a little closer as well as place a kiss onto your forehead. He wasn’t ashamed of you, he wanted to show you off. Why had you never made a move on cameron before he was perfect?

“Lots,and lots of making out girl, don’t make me tell your mom!” Belly joked pulling you from your thoughts. You were about to reply with a smart remark when your phone buzzed with a notification.

Conrad: why have you been ignoring me?

Conrad: did i do something?

Conrad: let’s meet around midnight. I wanna talk.

Conrad: so you’re seeing cameron now?

God when was he going to stop? You were angry, he had been bothering you for about a week now. Every night he texted you asking to meet up, all of them of course went unanswered and apparently he was getting impatient now. You knew what he meant by “talking” it meant that he wanted to have sex with you. Conrad never just wanted to “talk and hang out” with you, you weren’t even sure if he knew that.

You quickly blocked his number, done and over with you thought. Why couldn’t he just go bother one of his other girls? It would probably be easier contacting them, he wasn’t ashamed of having them around his arms. Conrad Fisher was something of your past now and you wanted to keep it that way. Cameron was your now and he was like a breath of fresh air.

“You look wow-“ Cameron stuttered he was flustered. “Beautiful” he finished after a second. “Thank you!” You accepted the compliment, kissing him on the lips. “You look nice!” You studied his outfit, red was definitely his color. He smiled against your lips. “Compared to you, I’m alright.” He took your hand giving it a firm squeeze. “Is it bad that I’m like really nervous right now?” he asked self consciously. You shook your head no immediately, “I’m nervous too” you kissed him one last time before pulling away.

“Lead the way!” You dramatically stepped away. With his hand still linked with yours you both began walking. “So where are we going?” You tried to slyly throw the question into the air. “Nope, not telling you it’s a surprise!” He laughed pulling you towards his car. “A surprise? Wow you really outdid yourself cameron.” He propped open the passenger door for you letting you step in. As he joined you inside the car he reached over grabbing your hand again, “this okay?” You smiled “Of course.”

About 10 minutes into the car ride, very casual but interesting conversations. You pulled your phone out wanting to document this. Cameron had yet to pull his hand away, he’d been driving this whole time with one hand, so he’d be able to hold yours the entire ride. You quickly opened up the camera on your phone, first you started with y’all’s linked hands that were in the middle console, you slowly moved the camera towards Cameron his focus on driving. When he finally noticed that you were recording he brought your linked hands up to his lips, giving light kisses.

With out thought you posted the cute video on your social media.

Cameron. Cameron. Cameron

After your date yesterday, you both decided to officially see each other. You weren’t exactly boyfriend and girlfriend but you both agreed to not see anyone else. The date yesterday was something out of the books, you know when the love interest remembers every single thing about the girl? that’s what it felt like.

He’d taken you out to a steak house you’ve raved about trying for about 2 years. The boy didn’t even eat meat and he still made it work. And that pottery class you’ve always wanted to take? Yeah he took you there! Even with your god awful sculptures you made, the day was amazing.

You were currently setting up a cute little movie night on your porch, the projector you borrowed from the Conklin’s already set up. Cameron would be here in fifteen minutes. After rearranging the pillows for about the 3rd time you liked how it all came together.

“So this its why you’ve been dodging my calls?” The voice sent you into defensive mode immediately. “What are you doing here Conrad? the suns not even down yet!” You turned towards him clearly angry. “What is that supposed to mean?” He asked bringing his arms across his chest. “I mean isn’t that when we would usually hang out?” You laughed looking at him in his eyes. “Or whatever you wanna call it, hook up, have sex, fuck” You shrugged taking a step closer.

“What was wrong with the type of relationship that we had?” Conrad asked, you don’t know if he was being an asshole or if he actually didn’t know what he did to you. “You used me every single time, you’re not interested in me! you like having sex with me!” Conrad looked down with a smirk, he wasn’t being serious. “So cameron’s interested in you?” Why couldn’t he just stay away? “Yeah he is”You started to speak but were interrupted by Conrad. “And how would you know that?” He asked with a smug expression.

“Because he likes spending time with me, he makes sure I’m okay at night, he walks me home, he calls me pretty, and he’s the first guy who made me realize that I don’t have to sexualize myself to be loved.” You were now full on crying, your emotions getting the best of you because Conrad didn’t deserve to see you cry. “I’m with him right now…because this is the best I’ve ever felt in a really long time….I don’t feel like I have to give my body away to please him.” You finished your sentence with a sob, you were grasping for breath.

“Just please leave me alone-“ You started but your words paused as lips were planted on yours. No.No.No this isn’t what you wanted. You pushed Conrad off you immediately, you took four steps back, angry and confused. “Why the fuck did you kiss me?” He looked distressed, unable to form words “I don’t know I just thought-“ You were the one to interrupt him this time. “You thought that I was gonna let you? You thought that i was gonna fall back into your manipulative ways?” Conrad shook his head, he looked guilty.

“Just go,that’s all I want .” You whispered, eyes planted onto the ground. You watched as Conrad slowly walked away from your porch. What the fuck just happened?

He never showed up.

You left about three voicemails and two text messages since then. Cameron didn’t seem like the type to bail on a date. So ultimately you were worried about him, and as you laid on your bed that night, you had no idea that cameron was heartbroken.

Unknown to you, he’d seen you and Conrad’s kiss, he’d only missed the part where you pushed him away.

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aaronhotchswife · 11 months

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BABYSITTING AT HOTCH'S

A/N : This one shot is settled in season 7 (because even if every seasons Hotch does something to me, this one is🧎🏻‍♀️) and even if I absolutely ADORE Beth, for the purpose of the story she's not in a relationship with Aaron 🫶🏼

TW : smut, dom Hotch/sub reader, chocking, a nal fingering, unprotected sex (pls be careful)

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"No, it's alright. I'll find someone. Yes, thank you. Have a good evening too."

Aaron hung up the phone, sighing.

"Everything ok Hotch ?" you asked, as you enter his office.

"Ah yes. I have a meeting for budget tonight and Jess can't babysit Jack so I need to find someone. Don't worry about that. What's going on ?"

"I have these files for you." you responded, hanging him the files. "You know, if it could help you, I can watch Jack tonight."

"I can't let you do that. It's Friday night, you probably have plans."

"C'mon Hotch. You know how Jack and I like each other. And even if I am a woman in my 20s, everything Friday nights I just want to go home and watch Netflix, especially with the weeks we have." you laughed slightly.

"I get that." he chuckled. "Are you sure ? I mean, I would like that but I don't want you to feel obligated."

"I would be happy to help." you said to him, a soft smile on your lips.

"It's settled then. Do you think you could go pick him up at school ? I'll call them to let him know."

"No problem, sir."

You knew Jack since a couple years now. He always liked you and everytime he went to the BAU he was always happy to draw at your desk and your drawer was filled with his masterpieces. It was nice to hang out with him, talking about his school drama and honestly spending a friday night with a kid was in your opinion, a lot better than spending it with Tinder dates. So spending your Friday night with him wasn't a chore at all.

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"Hey Jack! You know that your Dad's triathlon is soon right ? What would you think if we make him signs ?" you told Jack, while he was washing his hands.

"Oh yes!!! It's such a good idea !"

"Great! Where do you guys keep the crafting stuff?"

Jack took your hand and showed you a drawer in his bedroom with colored pencils and glitters and all. You took all that you guys going to need and walked downstairs to the kitchen. You spend most of the night helping Jack creating his banner, only stopping to cook dinner. He helped you cleaning the kitchen before taking his bath and asking you for a bedtime story.

"And they lived happily ever after." you read softly, before closing the book.

Jack was peacefully sleeping, still holding onto your arm. You left a sweet kiss of his forehead, wishing him good night before going downstairs to wait for Hotch.

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When Aaron came home later that night, he walked to the living room where he found you asleep on the couch, a blanket draped to your body, hair in your face, Before he could stop himself, his eyes trailed the expanse of skin that you’d left exposed. He never realized how beautiful you look, especially in that dimed light, so peacefully sleeping. He tried to do as little noise as possible as he walked towards you, replacing your hair behind your ear. He decided to go look on Jack, telling himself he'll wake you up after. He was sleeping serenely, his Star Wars night light illuminating the room. He wished him a good night buddy before closing the door. When Aaron saw you again, you were in the same position, breathing evenly. He tried whispering your name but nothing could make you move. Not knowing what got into him, he took you bridal style in his arms, carefully, for you to not wake up and he walked towards to guest bedroom, where you'll be a lot more comfortable. He didn't want to wake you up, sleep was important especially with your job and you look so peaceful that waking you up was not a option. In the guest bedroom, he tucked you in, hesitating before leaving a light kiss on your forehead and wished you good night, before closing the door. He suprised himself with a feeling in his stomach from the way you were laid in one of his bed, beautifully sleeping.

You woke up the next morning in a room you didn't know. With the smell of the bed sheets, you realize you probably fell asleep at Hotch's house but the fact the you're in a bed is something you can't remember. You got up, streching your arms and yawning before going downstairs to the kitchen. You see Jack watching cartoons and Aaron in the kitchen, making coffee.

"Good morning." you said, shyly.

"Hey, good morning. I'm sorry, you fell asleep on the couch and I didn't want to wake you up, so I put you in the bed instead. For you to be more comfortable you know...Hope it was ok." he responded timidly.

"Oh. Yeah, yeah. Sorry I didn't want to fell asleep. Rough week." you chuckled, a bit suprised by his answer. "How was your meeting ?"

"Well, you know how the superiors are." he said, smiling softly. "Want coffee?"

"Yes please, that would be great."

"There you go." he grins, handing you a cup of coffee. You smiled, taking your first sip. "So Jack wants pancake for breakfast, do you want to eat with us ? I mean it's Saturday, we don't have work to do...yet." he tells you.

You were a bit taken aback by his proposition. Not that you didn't want to eat with them but eating breakfast at your boss's house seemed like a weird idea. But it was Saturday and pancakes couldn't hurt and you kinda wanted to spend more time with him.

The three of you sat at the table, Jack speaking about what he wanted to do today. The weather wasn't really on your side, rain falling hard outside. It was a bit too domestic for you to be sitting at the table with your hot boss and his child. But you didn't know that Aaron felt the same. You seemed to noticed that he looked more relaxed when Jack is there, his usual frown on his face not visible, making jokes and being all paternal. It was weird seeing him like that. Of course you see Jack often but it's always at work so you never had the chance to see him really being a father.

"Dad, can we watch a movie today ?" Jack asked, his mouth full of pancakes.

"Of course buddy, what would you wanna watch?"

"Mmmh, The Little Mermaid ! Can Y/N watch it with us dad ?"

You almost chocked on your sip when you heard Jack asking that. Hotch seemed clearly taken aback with his demand as you.

"Well, if she wants, I mean, do you want to ?" Hotch asks, looking at you.

"Well, The Little Mermaid was one of my favourite movie when I was younger so why not. As long as I'm not interrupting."

"It was ?!" Jack asked, amazed. "Dad looks like Prince Eric don't you think?"

"Hahaha, yeah I can see it." you responded, looking at Aaron, his cheeks getting red.

After breakfast you help Hotch cleaning the kitchen while Jack was playing Lego, waiting for the two of you to be ready for the movie. The thunder outside made the ambiance cozy as you sat on the sofa. Aaron joined, sitting next to Jack who was happy to cuddle his father.

Even if you loved The Little Mermaid and knew the movie by heart, watching movies during the day wasn't really doing it for you. Especially after eating, the chances of you falling asleep were high. Hotch seemed to notice that as you fell asleep right on his shoulder. He didn't dare to move, you looking too cute your head on his shoulder.

"Y/N." Aaron murmured, shaking you a little. "The movie's over."

"Aaron." you said, sleepily.

The use of his first name was unusual for you. Always calling him Hotch or sir or boss, but never Aaron. The feeling he had in his stomach the night before was back and he couldn't push it away.

"Where's Jack?"

"JJ's house. Henri called for a playdate." Hotch answered, his eyes in yours.

He couldn't help but look at you, all shy on his sofa. Your cheeks getting red, your eyes in his and slowly looking down to his lips. You always knew he was beautiful, always looking at him at work, at his features. But you never knew he looked that beautiful, dressing normally, in his living room, so close one another. Before you knew it, your lips were on his, tasting the sweet taste of pancakes and the dry taste of his coffee. The kiss was soft, rather inquisitive, both of your lips learning each others. When you both back off to take a breath, you gazed up at him, flustered, a small shy smile on your lips.

"You are so pretty." Aaron murmured, his forehead on yours.

"So are you." you said chuckling a little.

He chuckled slightly, not believing he was kissing you, leaving a couple of kisses on your forehead, down to your jaw before going back to your mouth. The kiss was more heated and his hands quickly found their way to your hips, pressing them slightly. This action made a moan come out your mouth and Aaron couldn't help himself from bitting your lower lips.

"Come here." he murmured, pointing his lap.

You did as asked, grinding yourself on him, feeling him getting hard. His mouth moved to your neck, nibbling on your sweet spot near your ear.

"Want to continue this in the bedroom ? I mean, if you want of course." he asked, his lips on your ear.

You follow him in his bedroom, anticipating what's going to happen. Hotch pushed you gently on the bed before hovering you, his lips on your jaw and his hands on your hips. Grinding himself a little on you, he moved his mouth to your collarbone, sucking on your skin. Your hands found their way on his back, tucking on his shirt to take it off.

"Do you really want to do this?" he asked, his eyes in yours.

"I do. Please."

"How do you wanna do it ?"

"I want you to do everything you want to me Aaron."

His hand went between your legs, grabbing the place where you wanted him the most. You could feel yourself being wet, cyprine making it's way to your thighs. He helped you take off his shirt and yours, his eyes going down on your breast covered in your lace emerald bra. Your chest was raising up and down, your hands cupping his face. Aaron kept his eyes in yours before kissing down your chest, unclipping your bra, moving his lips to the hem of your jeans. He looked at you, as if he was asking for permission. You nodded slightly, wanting him to put his mouth down there already.

"Words baby."

"Yes please Aaron."

He took off your pants, kissing your stomach before kissing down your thighs, pushing them apart slowly. He left a kiss on your panties, your respiration becoming more and more rapid. He pulled your panties aside, licking a long strip from your folds. You moaned, hands gripping his hair. He then placed his lips against your folds, nibbling against your clit. He pushed one finger in, then two, your hips rocking against his mouth, wanting more. Sucking your clit, he lifted your legs on his shoulders, weighting your torso down on the bed with one hand on your lower stomach. Your moans were becoming more and more loud and you knew you would be cumming soon. Aaron knew it too because his mouth left your core to leave small kisses near your hips.

"On your knees." he ordered.

You did as asked, unzipping his pants before taking off his boxers. You told yourself he was big but not that big. You gasp in suprise, making Aaron chuckled.

"What's going on sweetheart ? Too big for you ? You're gonna open your mouth and make it fit like a good girl."

You nodded, approaching your lips to his member but he stopped yourself, tucking of your hair.

"When I speak I want an answer. Are you gonna suck my dick like a good girl?"

"Yes."

"Yes who?" he asked, his hands putting your hair in a make shift ponytail.

"Yes sir."

You kissed his balls, moving your lips to his member, keeping eye contact with him. You sucked on his head before taking him all in your mouth, his head going deep into your throat making you gag. He pushed your head slightly, making back and forth movements. Salive coming out your mouth, your mascara running down your cheeks.

"Fuck. You look so pretty on your knees for me. I'm gonna cum and you're gonna swallow everything alright ?"

You took his dick out of your mouth to answer him, crying a yes sir before taking him back in your mouth. His respiration was twitching and you could hear him groaned, his cock twitching in your mouth. A hot substance making it's way down your throat. You stuck your tongue out to proved to him that you swallowed everything.

"Go on the bed, on your hands and knees."

Positioning yourself on all four, you almost screamed when his hand slapped your ass, hearing Aaron chuckled at your reaction. His fingers runned down your pussy, his mouth finding it's way between your folds again. You couldn't help but moaned, the sensation being too good.

"I want to put my mouth and my fingers everywhere, in all your holes. Would you be okay with that?" he asked, fingers in your pussy.

"Yes sir."

Without you saying more, he put his tongue on your asshole, licking it.

"Gonna make it nice and ready for my thumb, right sweetheart ?"

You couldn't talk, only responding by a moan. The feeling of his tongue down there was so good, better than anything you had before. You felt his thumb running near your asshole before entering you. You couldn't help but make a muffled pleasure scream, rocking your ass on his finger. His thumb in your ass and his tongue in your pussy was a combination you could only dreamed about.

"Mmmh, you taste so good, like I imagined it."

This did it for you, hearing him say he imagined doing these things to you. Before you knew it, you came on in mouth and fingers.

"Oh my baby made a mess. She will help cleaning that right ?" he said, his fingers on your lips making you open your mouth to suck on his fingers. He kissed you, his tongue fighting for dominance. His lips moved to your ear, murmuring sweet things to you.

"I'll fuck you good baby, and you're gonna take all of me in you. I'll fuck you until you become a mess in your boss's bed."

His hands reached your ass, spreading your thighs slightly before pushing himself in you. He was so big and you let out a cry. His fingers brushed your hair, letting you time to adjust yourself to his size. He kissed your ear, before thrusting slowly.

"Is this alright love ? I'm not too rough on you ?" he murmured in your ear.

The way he was dominating but at the same thing caring for you to feel safe was something that could create butterflies in your stomach.

"It's good Aaron. You make me feel so good, I promise."

You heard his chuckled slighty, still thrusting slowly into you.

"Harder."

"Beg for it."

"Please sir, I need you to fuck me harder please."

He didn't need more than that for him to thrust harder, his balls punching against your pussy. Both of your were moaning and your moans became louder when his fingers found their way to your clit, pinching it. His thrust were becoming sloppier each time and the familiar knot in your stomach was back.

"I'm gonna fill you up." you heard him say, one of his hand grabbing your throat, squeezing it softly. His other hand grabbed your nipple, pinching it. Your fingers found their way to your clit, finishing the job he first started. A few moments later, you felt the hot substance in your core, cumming at the same time.

Aaron fell next to you, his hand tracing little circles on your shoulders.

"Thank you for that." you looked up to him, shyly.

The confidence you had during your sexy moment was now gone and you couldn't help but feel shy, even if he just fucked the hell out of you.

"I've been dreaming of doing that for a long time." he smiled, his fingers brushing your hair behing your ear.

"What does that mean for us ?"

"What do you mean?" he frowned.

"Well at work...and in real life."

"Well, at work we could sign some papers but for starters what would you say if I asked you out on a date first ?"

You blushed, kissing his nose before agreeing.

"But first I want another round, soft this time." you murmured.

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vampzzi · 1 year

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DESTRESSER

Keegan P. Russ x Female reader

cw; sex, creampie, pretty vanilla sex for now, fuck friends trope, some slight keegan x ghost there LMAO IM NOT SORRY, this is poorly written cause I feel terrible, overstimluation, not beta read cause im gonna vomit someone call the ER pls

author's note: snippet to an upcoming fic if i ever get to fucking finish it with this damn flu. Fic is called "White Noise" I HATE THIS SNIPPET SO BAD BRO.

It had been a long day of nothing but extreme pressure and too much movement, he worked well under severe pressure but it gets so repetitive. He needed a destresser and fast, you. You lay soundly on the bed with headphone covering your ears as you scroll through your phone, he knew you well more than anyone hence knowing you’d been wanted to have sex with him for a while.

This whole thing between you two wasn't a relationship, you were friends? Doing friend things but he swore you said you guys were a couple. Couple or not, he didn't mind infact he had a thing for you, you were a pretty little thing , mouthy but also quiet. He loved the sass, pulling himself out of the thought of you and getting his hands on the real thing.

His geared head laying on the plush of your eyes as you looked down at him and smiled, Keegan was laying on your thighs with his shirt off and only his head mask and pants with an unbuttoned belt. “Hi Keegan '' taking your headphones off and sitting them aside on the nightstand.

“Hi” he purred as he kept his head between your thighs, he felt safer when he was around you and only you. “Stressed out?” he let out a mhm and you smiled lifting your thighs up and away from his head as he sat up and looked at you, his glaze feeling like a snow storm as a smirk tugged at the corner of your glossed lips. “You should have just said that from the beginning”

“Care to tell me about your day? The visit through the forced ceremony ``''Of course dear” He leaned up against the headboard looking through the mask he wore on his face as his stormy azure colored eyes.

Your eyes are so pretty” you breathe out and you see his eyes flutter as you smile and place yourself on his lap as he wraps his arms around your body, the intimate moment being a moment of silence as he keeps you close with no words. “It was chaotic..” he starts off as he takes his shirt off you as he loved the way it clung to the body and how pulling it off your scent clung to the fabric, the strong smell of sweetness held him in a trance.

Throwing the shirt to the side as he stared at your bra covered chest “And then, it was me, Ghost, Soap, Price and I believe Gaz was there..” trailing in and out as he was more focused on wrapping his around your plush body and unclipping the bra, pulling it off slowly as he held eye contact with you as you swallowed hard as he could hear it, running his fingers up and down your shoulders, holding one of your bras in his hand and kneading and squeezing it.

Watching him fond your chest as he shifted under you and feeling the solid of something against your ass as you immediately registered it was hard cock against the plumpness of your ass. “Tons of something and people being loud there, girls were booing at Ghost for some reason and wanted more Soap. If only they knew” Keegan chuckled as he ran his finger down your atlas to your nipple, moving his finger over right onto the nipple as he pinched it between his rough morphed hands, all the cuts and grooves could be felt as he pinched your nipple, drawing an longing moan from your saliva covered lips.

“A girl threw a soda bottle at my head when I was forced to talk so that was fun” you scowled about that, like what the fuck? What are you throwing shit for, dumb bitch. Keegan filled the air with his laughing as he brought kisses down to your collarbone and held you closer to him by the hips.

“I’m alright through now, chill out name” he teasingly pulls you off his lap as he unzips his pants as you push your panties to the side as positions shift as you get into his spot on all fours as he holds a death grip to your thighs, as he runs his cock over your soaked folds listening to the sweet sounds that came out of it.

“A-And fuck then, we listened to boring speech about politics and a bunch of boring shit.” he rolled his eyes as he pushed into you and you hissed from the feeling, his cock sliding into you with ease as he was shieled inside you quicker than normal. He leaned his head back at the way you clutch and pulse against his cock.

Your insides were soft like a pillow for his cock to fuck into, he was pretty much tired of soiling Ghost’s pillows with his cum and him yelling at the others for it.

“Which of you are fucking my pillows?” Ghost says as the others look at him as if he’s lost his mind “Are sure it’s not you Ghost?” Soap smiled mischievously at his silly remark “ha ha Soap, but if it was me. I wouldn’t be asking you guys” the two males going back and forth when in reality it was me the entire time. Ghost was an interesting person and he rarely slept so it only felt fair?

“Mmm, Keegan move please” your head is laid against the pillow while your back is arched and your ass is up in the air while his cock rests into you and he holds on the headboard. Before thrusting into you , drawing out a shaky moan out of your lips “Price also treated us to a Night of Beer but when we got there, we had to pay for our drinks. He continued thrusting his cock into your pussy as he kept a steady pace as his hips slapped against your ass, his balls heavy and sticky from hitting your clit.

“I had this whiskey mix, it was pretty good. I liked the burn, it reminded me of you” the warm feeling in your body washing over you as he said that, this whole thing between you two wasn't a relationship but you treated it as if it was one. The way he fucked into you had you thinking this more than some “quick sex” each way he’d drag his hips and plunge right back into you, the feeling was words that you couldn’t even describe or be put into a comprehensive sentence.

“Shit…” he yelled out as he held onto you as you buried your face into the pillows to muffle any loud sounds as you couldn’t as he hit your cervix and you could see the light as you screamed out and Keegan looked down at you, tears running down your cheeks as you hadn’t realized you were squirt. Dragging his cock out of you as he let the rest splash everywhere as he slapped against your clit to help you overcome the orgasm as it only pushed you into another quick orgasm.

Coughing and cursing into the pillow as your hole clenched around nothing until he was fucking into your cunt again, only focused on his own pleasure as he grunted and tried to keep talking “I drunk a ton of whiskey, like a fuck ton. Some of the other members checked on me to see if I was alright but really I was ready to come back to you.”

You couldn't anything, no sentences, no sounds or anything as you felt a whole sound bomb had been dropped on you, you did hear the loud ass noises of him holding the bed frame as it still hit against the wall as he fucked into you faster. “I sometimes feel like I’m wasting your time being here” he grunted out as he moaned and kept fucking you. Lifting your head up as you cried out from the feeling of him cumming inside you “I l-love having you here” as your head hits the pillows again.

He smiles and rubs your back “Thanks Doll, let me help you get cleaned up”.

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☀️ Everyday Idol 🌙 (Chapter 5)

✨ possible bangchan x reader (f), possible jungkook x reader (f)

✨ head on over to my masterlist if you haven’t checked out the previous chapters!

✨wc: ~6.6k

✨ friends to lovers? possible love triangle? obsession? angst and future smut??? a little fluff.

✨ summary: JYP Entertainment launches a new show and y/n somehow gets recruited. Even though she doesn’t particularly care about the outcome of the show, she does particularly care about one of the artists she met: Chris from Stray Kids. Does Chris feel the same or will a potential relationship with one of his friends overcome what y/n feels for him?

✨ author’s notes: pls pls pls let me know if you’d prefer shorter, more frequent chapters like this one, OR longer chapters posted about once per week. i’m heavily debating lol

✨ warnings: cursing from time to time.

Previous Chapter Recap:

“No need, I already told him!” Felix winked down at you, nudging his elbow into your side. What the hell?

“Oh really? I didn’t know you two were close like that.” Literally not once had you seen any sign that they’d spoken to each other, let alone were good enough friends to keep in touch about girls they were taking to lunch.

“With Chan-hyung? We’re about as close as two people can get,” he laughed. “No way. I knew all along. And you’re welcome by the way. I may or may not have encouraged it hehe.” You watched as his eyes sparkled while they smiled. It would have been adorable if you had any clue what he was talking about.

All you could do was stare blankly at him. A confused expression must have been on your face long enough for Felix to notice.

“We are talking about Chan-hyung, right?”

“No… I got the flowers from Jungkook,” you said sheepishly.

You could see Felix’s eyes shoot open, going into panic mode. Fight or flight, I guess.

“Wait, are you talking about? OHHH those flowers! The ones from today. Ohhh okay, nevermind. Sorry, I was thinking about something completely different,” he rapidly mumbled out. He looked like he could start sweating at any minute, waiting to get your eye of approval.

‘Okay, so 2 possibilities. #1: Felix needs a lot more sleep. Or #2: Chan was going to give me flowers?!?!’

Note: Character relations you can refer back to if needed.

Y/n- Changbin’s mentee

Anna- best friend, Felix’s mentee

Kara- Seungmin’s mentee

Sunnie- Han’s mentee

Mindi- Hyunjin’s mentee

Nisha- Lee Know’s mentee

Alyssa- Jeongin’s mentee

Jenna- Chan’s mentee

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Y/N’s POV:

You settled back into your usual sphere of friends in the filming room. Just you, Anna, Kara, and Sunnie. Of course some of the boys jumped in on the discourse.

“Alright Hannie, be honest,” Sunnie questioned, still standing in the group. “Who out of us,” she motioned to the rest of the girls in the group’s circle, “do you think will mess up the most during our shoots?” She put a big grin on her face.

“Uhhh, I mean I think you’ll all do really great to be honest so-“ Han tried, but got cut off.

“Kara obviously,” Seungmin interrupted. “As her mentor, I can confidently say that I have trained her to be a menace.” He was joking, of course but GOD he never looked like it. “Well, not as good as me, but she will learn.”

Kara laughed and fake smacked him on the arm.

“No, but really, be honest. What do we need to worry about? You are literally our mentors so you can’t let us look lame,” Sunnie started again. You knew that Changbin proceeded to give a sarcastic response, but the hint of a figure passing by caught your attention instead.

Chan had arrived. He looked so good, but so out of his normal. You realized then that it wasn’t just Changbin who surprised you, but you’d never seen any of the boys dress up before. You and Changbin looked killer- all black, and honestly kinda sexy. You surprised yourself even.

But not Chan. No, he was in soft colors. Pastels. You didn’t know if you’d ever seen him in something like that- just so NOT like him. You silently wondered if he would come to your group to converse with everyone else. You weren’t sure if you wanted him to or not.

You made sure not to turn your head too far in his direction. You didn’t want him to see you glancing over, but you definitely didn’t want any of your friends in the group to notice you looking either. You tried to focus your eyes back on Han who seemed to be the only one who would give actual advice.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Felix shift slightly, lifting his head up. You saw him look in Chan’s direction, then look down to see if you had noticed. You quickly darted your eyes away. Satisfied that you were paying attention elsewhere, he directed his head toward Chan across the room and open his eyes wide. Somehow he had a look of both questioning and embarrassment on his face. You didn’t dare move to look at Chan’s reactions.

After a minute or two of trying to zone in on Han, you gave up. You shifted your weight and crossed your arms, shrugging your shoulders up and rolling your neck around to “try to get a kink out”… if that meant trying to get a secret look at Chan of course.

You found him in your periphery on the other side of the room. He was standing with Jenna and Alyssa, making small talk or prepping them for the filming, you guessed. You could see Jenna’s almost-matching pastel outfit and it made you want to vomit with how sweet it was. And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a tiny bit jealous that she was matching so well with Chan. You’d be lying even more if you said it didn’t bother you that he’d momentarily rested his hand on her shoulder while talking with them. You’d be lying even more if you said she was too pretty for him. ‘FML.’

Chan had such a wild smile on his face, staring down with his big dimples. You couldn’t believe he was actually getting along with the both of them. They were literally like talking to a wall… Maybe the wall opens up and changes its appearance a little for a cute guy though.

Damn, if this was the shove you needed to move you in Jungkook’s direction, it was definitely working.

Kara, standing a couple people over from you in the circle, must have noticed Chan coming through in his displaced pastels as well. He was a magnet, what could you say?

You noticed her scoffing over. Everyone else noticed as well.

“Kara, everything okay?” Anna asked, being the last to notice but the first to call her out.

“I was just observing,” she smirked, nodding her head in Chan’s direction. Everyone turned to look as Chan lightly nudged an elbow into Jenna’s side.

‘God, please kill me.’

Sunnie fired back with a smug look. “Oooo so *that’s what Felix was talking aboutttt,” she dragged on.

… The guys, including you and Anna, looked around, staring blankly at each other.

“What do you all know that I don’t?” Seungmin asked, staring down both of the girls.

‘Agreed,’ you thought.

“Did you literally not hear Felix at lunch?” Kara looked up at him. All the Stray Kids members looked confused.

Felix looked defensive all of a sudden. “No, no, no, that’s not what I meant! I was just joking I swear!” He tried to force a laugh. “I swear it was just a joke!”

“Yeah rightttt,” Kara scoffed. “It’s so obvious that she’d be that way. It makes so much sense.”

“Okay, what are you guys talking about?” you finally piped up.

“Seriously, what’s going on?” Changbin backed you up.

Felix looked off, like he would just ignore the question forever. Kara ran her eyes across his face, then rolled them back into her head.

“Oh so NOW you are shy?!” she threw at him. “Well Felix kinda let it slip that Chris was crushing on someone who was already accounted for, but that it would all work out.”

The boys all looked at him, wide-eyed.

“Oh my gosh, that’s not how I meant it! I mean I was just joking around!” Felix plead, acting fake hurt. “Literally we were just talking about who YOU ALL found cute, and then yeah, I said that Chris was wanting someone who was already accounted for but, but-“ he started to fumble his words. “I mean I was just messing around! I meant that Chris was into me, but I’m accounted for of course,” he let out a nervous laugh.

“Accounted for? By who? And your mom doesn’t count.” Seungmin smirked.

“No, with Binnie!” Felix put on a fake pout again, grabbing Changbin by the arm. “And don’t you talk about us that way!” Everyone got to laughing, and I guess Felix’s explanation was good enough to put everyone’s mind at rest.

‘Nice cover, Felix.’

Kara wasn’t completely sold though. She motioned for everyone to scoot in closer before leaned her head down and began to whisper. “Listen, I’m serious though. I don’t mean to step on any toes, I swear I don’t… But the rumor going around really is that Chan’s got his eye on one of the mentees,” she looked up to see everyone’s reaction. “Now, if you guys say that it isn’t true, then it isn’t true, but that’s what’s been going around. AND word on the street is that she is also fucking Jungkook.”

‘GODDAMN IT. I AM NOT FUCKING JUNGKOOK! HOW IN THE HELL DOES ONE DATE EQUATE TO FUCKING THIS MAN?!’

‘And now, if anyone does see us together, I’m royally fucked… May even get kicked off the show for the bad publicity. I’ve got to find a way to shut that shit down.’

You secretly watched Felix’s face drop. In that moment, he had confirmed his previous theory that you had been seeing Jungkook and rejected Chan.

‘Welp, this is awkward.’

“Alright well if someone’s fucking Jungkook, then they’re fucking Jungkook. None of my business. But if Chan was into someone, he would have told us by now,” Changbin chimed in.

Felix looked to the ground.

“I mean maybe... Unless he was embarrassed. Sure doesn’t seem like it now though,” she glanced back over. You let your eyes follow in that direction. Chan was now propped up with one hand against the wall, smiling down towards Jenna with a smirk on his face.

‘I don’t even care,’ you thought.

But you did. You knew you did.

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Felix’s POV:

Filming was about to start. The directors had each of you pair up into your mentor couples and wait for more instructions.

“Hold on, I have to go find Chan real quick!” Felix told Anna.

“Alright, you know where to find me,” she smiled back.

Felix quickly made his way over to where Chan stood. Next to Jenna of course.

“Hey, can you come here for a second? I have a question,” Felix directed toward Chan, offering a polite smile when Jenna looked his way too.

“Yeah sure,” Chan said, letting Felix lead him toward the back of the room away from everyone else.

Chan was totally on edge. Felix could tell.

“What the fuck happened?” Felix questioned.

“What happened with what?” Chan retorted, pretending he didn’t know what Felix was getting at.

Felix just stared at him, rolling his eyes up. Annoyed. He stood there in silence, not letting himself be the one to give in. Finally Chan did.

“Look, I saw her with Jungkook, bro. He gave her flowers and she looked happy. End of story. Nothing else to talk about,” he huffed, ready to walk back. He was holding it back well, but Felix knew him well enough to know he was hurt.

Chan looked down and shook his head, imagining what Felix must be thinking. Felix had encouraged him early on to message you… but he just never did. Not until he was scared someone else was interested in you that is.

“Whatever mate, but just know this whole look-“ Felix pointed a finger, dragging it across the path to Chan and Jenna, “isn’t a cute one. Almost every other contestant has something bad to say about her.”

“Come on man, she’s not that bad.”

“Literally look at her face right now,” Felix motioned over.

A look of pure boredom and disdain was washed over her. She glanced down to her nails, then back up to her surroundings, almost as if she was trying to size anyone and everyone up. She was off on her own, not attempting to strike up a conversation with any of the 40+ people in the room.

“So she has a hard exterior,” Chan tried to cover. “But she’s actually really nice once you start talking to her.”

“Tell me one nice thing she’s had to say.”

“Well she was talking about how excited she was to see me.”

“That doesn’t count.”

“She was also talking about how I looked good in pastels. Told me that they suited me more than black and that I should switch it up.”

“That doesn’t count either. What is ONE nice thing she’s said that wasn’t about you?”

Chan stood for a moment. “Well, I mean,” he grabbed his neck and looked down. “Like I said, she’s a hard one to crack.”

“Do what you want, but going after your own mentee isn’t a good look. I’ll tell you that if no one else will.”

Felix turned to walk away, but spun right back around on his toes. “By the way, someone is now spreading a rumor that whoever you’re into is fucking Jungkook. Just thought you should know before you made anyone look bad.”

With that, he briskly walked off.

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Y/n’s POV:

Shooting actually went really well. Way better than you’d expected. It wasn’t nearly as scary as you thought it’d be, and you think you actually got some great takes.

They had let you talk about medical school, and what it was like to train in today’s world post-COVID. You got to talk about the reason you were interested in medicine in the first place, and how the 7-year-old you would be so proud to see you now, living out your biggest dream. They asked all the right questions, and you gave all the right answers. You were starting to feel hopeful that you could make a connection with the audience of the show.

Of course, all of the scenes with Changbin were perfect too. You silently thanked the heavens that you got paired with the coolest guy to be your mentor. The banter between the two of you was perfect. One moment that specifically stood out was when they shot a scene of Changbin trying to give you tips and that, as his mentee, you were gonna have to be tough and do some of the heavy lifting to make him proud. He made you practice an example, as he bent himself face-down at his hips and pulled on your arms to rotate your body into the air and land on the other side of his.

“See, easy! Now you try,” he had instructed.

And try you did… But FAIL you also did. You tried your best to keep your legs firmly planted on the ground, but with the weight of Binnie directly over top of you, you couldn’t help but fall to the ground, letting him fall along on top of you. Neither of you got hurt, but you both almost died of laughter, holding onto each other on the floor. You laughed so hard you thought you’d cry.

It may have hurt your ego a little, but damn if it wasn’t gonna make for some cute content for the show.

You felt a quiz buzz coming from your pocket. You took it out to check the screen, showing a text from JK. After the date, you had decided that exchanging numbers was way better than having to talk through instagram.

You smiled at how interested he was in your life.

You shoved your phone back in your pocket, warm feeling still coming on.

“Are you coming to the dinner later?” you turned to Changbin.

His eyes lit up. “I mean I hadn’t really planned on it, but are you going?”

“Honestly, I think it’s mandatory for us to go. But I’m excited anyways. Everyone should be there. Have you been to the restaurant?”

“Which one is it?”

“Nine Mile.”

“Damn, that’s a pretty nice restaurant. Especially if the company is paying.”

“Then you’d *better come with me,” you laughed, nodding your head his way.

“Alright, alright. It’s a date,” he smiled. “Only for the food though.”

“Well of course.”

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After a quick trip back to the hotel with Anna to freshen up and get caught up on all of the day’s happenings, you felt exhausted. I mean, today was probably the most eventful day of your life. You went on a date with Jungkook, got blown off by Chan and then had to watch him flirt with another girl, and then get through 3-ish hours of filming for a TV show you didn’t even think you belonged on. You really just wanted to lie in bed and talk with Anna, then pass out for the night.

But you couldn’t. The night must go on. You reminded yourself that you should be grateful for every opportunity, no matter how tired you were.

JK had texted you back, letting you know he also had plans for the night, but to have fun at the dinner with Changbin. The emotions you felt were still extremely mixed, but you decided to just take each moment as it came. Otherwise, you’d be too overwhelmed to even think.

Once you had finished freshening up, you and Anna set out to the restaurant in your normal, everyday clothes. You couldn’t lie, being in medical school made you adopt a new sense of fashion. Corporate baddie? You realized this quickly when you came to Korea and saw the street style that most others wore. You and Anna couldn’t help it though- your closet now consistent of only 2 things: (1) scrubs, (2) trendy oversized blazers. Out of the 2 options, the only one you deemed appropriate to bring was the latter.

You didn’t mind standing out a bit though. Some people in Korea even had similar styles, just a bit more muted than the two of you. It was obvious from the looks you got while walking the street- not bad looks, the reverse actually.

You looked down to examine your black heels and matching black oversized blazer. You made sure to pair it with dark jeans and lots of jewelry to set a more casual tone… and also to stop yourself from looking like you could pull out a reflex hammer and give a full-on neurological exam at any moment. But it was night time after all, and it was freezing. You had to cover up as best you could.

You couldn’t lie, you also had to make sure you spritzed on a couple sprays of your favorite sensual perfume. Just for good measure. You never knew who you would see.

There was a reason you and Anna were besties, you thought as you looked to your bestfriend walking next to you. She complimented both you and your style so well. Business casual, but make it hot.

You finally arrived at the restaurant two minutes early. But to your surprise, the huge reserved section in the back was already almost completely full. Everyone was really making sure they were on time, you guessed.

You both meandered your way in, stopping to say “hi” to some of the other new trainees that you recognized. From a distance, Changbin flagged you down. He motioned for you to come to where he was sat.

“I figured you and Anna would come together. I saved you both a seat!,” he said, standing up out of his chair. He grabbed the chair seated next to his and pulled it out for you to sit down.

‘Too sweet,’ you thought as you took your place. “Thanks Binnie!”

The other seat next to you was presumably for Anna, so you waited for Changbin to pass you and pull it out for her as well.

“Anna,” he caught her attention, instead turning the other way to take his seat. “That seat is for you!,” he smiled, pointing down to it.

It was hard to hear with the loud noises coming from the crowd around you, but she understood what he was saying and took her spot.

Sitting in front of you were a few other trainees that you had met a couple of times before. Both girls and guys- all super nice. You exchanged formal “hello’s” and “how are you doing?”.

You scanned the room to look for the other boys, but only Felix was in sight, standing far in the other corner of the room and talking with some of the new male trainees.

“Binnie, did none of the kids come except Felix?” you looked at him.

“Nah, they were all working on stuff. But don’t worry, I’ll always make time for you!” He spread a loving smile across his face.

You couldn’t believe you were so lucky to get Changbin as your mentor. Hardly any of the mentors were here. You had made sure to carefully check for any sight of Chris, but to your relief, he was nowhere to be found.

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The rest of the night was filled with plenty of amazing food, fun conversations, and new deep connections made with other contestants.

But if you were being honest, you definitely knew you had a few too many drinks. You were feeling good, yes. But almost past the point of feeling good. You could feel your stomach start to get the tiniest bit queasy and the world around you started to blur the tiniest bit. Your head felt like it was floating.

‘Okay y/n, you are cut off,’ the last ounce of soberness in your brain thought. But that is where the final sober thought ended.

“Binnie, can I be honest?” you leaned into him, almost letting your face touch his chest.

He looked down at you with big eyes. “Of course, what’s up?”

“I’m just…” you trailed off, beginning to look at his lips and then back up to his face. “I’m just really happy you’re here with me.” You smiled.

“I’m happy too. Thank you for inviting me to come.”

“Well you are always invited to come anywhere with me. I want you to know that.”

He blushed.

That should have been your signal. That should have been your warning to stop yourself. In your drunken state, you couldn’t sense that your words would come across as flirty. You didn’t mean it in that way- not in the slightest. You just wanted to express your love and appreciation to your friend. It was innocent, honestly. But Bin couldn’t tell that.

“You’re so sweet, y/n.” He leaned down further into you until his lips were hovering just above your head. “And if I’m honest, I’m really glad that I’m getting to know you better.” He let out a soft smile.

You went in for a hug, burying your face into his chest in the process. His chest was so strong and warm. “I needed to hear that… I wish everyone else felt the same,” you accidentally let slip out. Again, you didn’t even realize what you were saying. You were too far gone and you needed to go home.

“Like who? Is anyone giving you a hard time?” Changbin asked.

“No, it’s- well maybe. I don’t know. It’s nothing…” you paused. “Binnie, I think I’ve done all I can do tonight,” you accidentally leaned over into him. “I think I need to go home.”

“Yeah of course. Stay here for just a second. Let me get Anna.”

He gently got up from his chair, so as not to startle you too much, and walked a few steps toward Anna who had moved into a group of people who were stood chit-chatting.

He returned to you a few seconds later. “Anna is going to stay around for a while. Is it okay if I walk you to your hotel?” He reached his hand out for you to take it.

You happily obliged, using his hand to lift up all your weight in your stupor state. You felt a little unbalanced, but nothing that you couldn’t manage. Nothing that you couldn’t walk off on the way back to the hotel anyway.

Bin swiftly moved behind you, using one arm to stabilize around your waist and the other to reach out in front of you to continue to give your hand the needed stability. This way, he could see you right in front of him as you walked and make sure you didn’t trip over.

You both took slow steps toward the exit, breezily waving goodbye on your way out.

Your eyes caught Felix’s on your way out. You tried to wave, just a simple acknowledgment.

You may have been drunk, but not drunk enough to make out the the panic on Felix’s face. You couldn’t ponder on it for too long though, as a slight step up past the doorframe caught your foot.

You felt yourself lose balance, about to topple over, but Changbin felt your change in positioning and clung onto your tighter. As suddenly as you felt yourself begin to fall, you felt yourself stay stationary in the air.

“Ahhh,” you mumbled.

“Alright, come on. Up, up, up,” Changbin said lowly while pulling your body back to standing.

You giggled once he got you up. “I didn’t know you were that strong!” you said, excitedly, as you collected yourself enough to step forward again and out of the restaurant.

He moved his arm now to link up with yours. “This is why I train up! So I can catch you apparently,” he laughed.

You let out a giggle as you stepped into the cold wind. It caught you off guard, not remembering how cold it had been when you’d arrived. One more step and one huge gust of wind almost knocked you off balance again. You felt your leg start to teeter.

“Woah, woah!” Changbin laughed, catching your body from the side this time. “Be careful or you’re gonna take us both down!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous this was. Was it funny because of the alcohol? Absolutely. Without it, you’d be humiliated beyond belief. But now, you were more amused than you had been in the last week. You couldn’t stop giggling, cueing Changbin to start chuckling back at you.

“Come on, let’s get you home,” he said, once you stabilized.

“Okay, okay,” you took a deep breath in and then snapped your fingers. “I’m good. I’m good! Okay, I’ve got this. Let’s go,” you smiled.

He roped his arm back around yours to give you an anchor as you both walked, now both stepping out past the side of the restaurant, no worries in the world.

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Chan’s POV:

He sat on the couch of his studio for a moment, taking in his surroundings.

He didn’t know why he’d done it. He didn’t know why he’d done any of this. Why he canceled on you, why he brushed you off when you clearly wanted to speak with him, why he tried to make you jealous earlier.

After all, Felix told him that you had something with Jungkook. What did he expect? That it was just a rumor? That if he texted you right then, any plans you had with JK would just magically disappear?

Did he expect you to just drop everything and fall in love with him?

The only reason he got the balls to message you in the first place was because Felix told him you were going to see someone else. So why was he backing out now?

He guessed the stress of ACTUALLY seeing the two of you together- physically present in front of him- set him off. He didn’t even want to think about you being that close to another man, let alone see it.

It should have been him doing that with you. But, like always, he blew his own fucking chance.

He freaked out. He shut himself down and shut you out. He wanted to make you feel the same way he felt seeing you with someone else.

He sat and pondered for a moment.

‘It’s all in your head anyways, Chris. She’s not jealous over what you’re doing. She probably hasn’t even thought twice about you since. All you’re doing is making yourself look like a dick who goes after their own mentee…’

‘And Felix is right, it’s not a good look. Jenna objectively sucks. You don’t want to be associated with that. Hell, the conversations you had today were bone dry. You still have to support her, but from a distance will be fine.’

‘It’s just… ahhh,’ he threw his elbows down to rest over his knees, bringing his head down to his hands and letting them trace through his hair. He started pulling harshly at the strands of hair sliding through his fingers.

‘Why is it so fucking hard for you? Why can’t you just forget about her? You’re not going to, are you?’

‘But it doesn’t matter, you’re too much of a pussy to do anything anyways. You had her literally coming to your studio, and then you backed out like a fucking coward because of what? Because you saw someone else has a crush on her?’

‘Damn right Jungkook has a crush on her- he’d be crazy not to. But she only likes him because she doesn’t know how good YOU could be to her. You haven’t said or done shit!’

‘So why in the fuck are you sitting here moping, when you could actually apologize for being shitty and weird? You’re literally gonna just watch and do nothing and hope that nothing comes of this so you can have your chance?’

‘No, you’ve got to talk to her. So what, she’s been on a date or two with JK? It’s not like they were official or anything- if they were, you would have definitely heard about it.’

‘She could be way more into you than she is into him if you just TRY. Just do it. COME ON.’

Chris jumped up off the couch. This was probably the best timing he was going to get, and it was now or never. He had already checked with Felix, so what was he waiting for?

He looked at his reflection in the camera app on his phone.

He’d looked worse, he thought. He was just grateful to be changed out of those god-awful pastels.

He threw his black fluffy jacket on and grabbed the flowers he had purchased for you this morning, silently thanking himself that he didn’t throw them away earlier in a jealous rage.

Heading out of the company building, he kept the pep talk going in his mind as he quickly dashed toward the Nine Mile restaurant. He silently thanked god that it was only a few minutes away.

‘You’ve got this, Chris.’

‘It’s nothing, it’s nothing! It’s literally nothing.’

‘All you have to say is what you feel. It’s that simple. You want to get to know her more and you’d like to see her sometime, not at the company.’

‘She doesn’t have to know everything else. She doesn’t have to know you saw her earlier. She doesn’t have to know that’s why you canceled on her.’

‘But damn you may have some explaining to do if she brings something up about you and Jenna.’

‘No, she probably didn’t even notice or care.’

‘All you can do is lay it out on the table. If she doesn’t want you, then she doesn’t want you. But at least you can say you tried. You can live with no regrets.’

‘Come on, don’t back out. You can do this. You can do this,’ he repeated to himself as he saw the glow of the restaurant’s sign quickly approaching.

He quickly looked down to check his phone and get the time. He was hoping you hadn’t left yet by the time he got there.

As he went to put the phone away, he heard a familiar voice.

“Chan! Hey, what are you doing?”

Fuck. It couldn’t be.

The voice was recognizable, but the outline, not so much. All black outfit with a black mask. If Chan hadn’t heard him speak, he’d have no clue it was Jungkook. He was just standing there, leaning against the wall of the business directly next to the restaurant. It was a little ominous really, hidden away in the shadow of a street sign- the light of the moon not even able to hit him.

“Hey man, what’s up?” Chan tried to play it off like he wasn’t internally freaking out.

“Ah, I was just about to meet a friend. What about you? Are you headed to the JYP party in there?” He motioned to the restaurant.

‘Okay great, so he’s here to meet a “friend” and just so happened to know that YOU would be here… a SECOND date with him in one goddamn day?!’

Chris got extremely flustered. All of the confidence he once held was now leaving his body entirely.

Did he want to be brave? Yes.

Did he want to prove that he could be better for you? Yes.

Did he idealize in his head how this night was going to go and now that’s all going to shit? Yes.

Chan was officially in panic mode.

“Ah you know what, I was going to head in for a bit, but damn, you just reminded me! I ran off and left my wallet. I’m gonna have to go find it before someone else does. Ah fuck,” he lied through his teeth.

“I’m sorry man, that’s the worst! Do you need me to hold your stuff for you til you get back?” JK said, looking down to the flowers in Chan’s hands.

“Oh these? Yeah, it’s a ... friend’s birthday! So I had picked these up. But uhm… Actually, if you want them you can have them! By the time I walk back and turn everything upside down to find my wallet, I don’t know that I’ll actually make it back here. The flowers are probably gonna die tonight without water anyway, so I’ll have to buy another batch tomorrow. Please feel free to take them off my hands if you think you or someone else could use them. Seriously."

Chris didn’t really know why he said this. He didn’t know why he had lied about so much. He owed NOTHING to JK. Were they friends? Sure, but not close enough to feel bad about liking the same person.

He just needed to be out of this moment quick.

There he was again- a coward. Running away from his feelings, he knew. He knew he was ruining it yet again. But he couldn’t confront this reality. Not now. Not so openly and in front of everyone. He needed to get out fast.

“I mean sure man, I’ll take them if you don’t want them. I’ll find someone to give them to at least,” JK smiled down and took the bouquet into his hands. “Be careful going back in this cold! It’s getting ridiculous.”

All of a sudden, Chan heard it. It was unmistakable. His favorite sound in the world. Your laugh was coming closer.

He looked off a few yards away to see you stumbling out of the restaurant, holding tightly to Changbin.

In that moment, he was cursing his luck that Changbin got to have you as a mentee instead of him.

He knew you'd be searching for Jungkook at any moment. He needed to get out fast.

“Yeah, you too man. I’ll see you soon, yeah?”

Chan turned on his heels with his head down and sped away. He didn't dare look back for fear of what he might see. He knew he couldn't take it again.

In that moment, he was thankful for the strong wind chill hitting his face, drying out the singular tear rolling down his cheek.

At least he knew his flowers would get to you somehow.

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Y/n's POV:

You held on to Binnie for dear life, making small strides so as not to lose the little bit of balance you had.

"I've still got to have a mentee for the show, so we have to get you back in one piece! If not, I'll kill you," Changbin said, letting out a chuckle.

In your drunken state, it made you cackle.

"You couldn't kill anyone Binnnnnnieee. You're too sweet," you smiled and booped him on the nose. You felt yourself lose your footing the slightest bit, but quickly moved your hand back to your side to stabilize.

"I'm sweet, but that doesn't mean I couldn't crush you in two seconds," he teased. "One squeeze while I've got you in a headlock and you're a goner."

"Oh yeah? I'd like to see you try!" you challenged him, stopping mid-stride and taking one step back.

"Oh you're on!" he made quick work to pull your arm around to your side, moving your whole body along with it until you were turned away from him. One swift movement had his bicep around the side of your neck, arm extended around the other half, until his hand reached your opposite shoulder.

Suddenly, you felt yourself working harder to breathe.

He took his other hand and harshly rubbed it as fast as he could on the top of your head. "Noogies just for good measure!" he yelled.

"Okay, OKAY, you win! I give up!" you choked out as best as your could.

Suddenly, he released the pressure off of your neck and you took a deep breath in, your red face trying to tame itself.

As you panted, Changbin teased you. "So what were you saying about me not being able to absolutely destroy you?"

You playfully, lightly shoved into him. "Shut up. Knowing that, I don't know if I want you to walk me back now! Wouldn't want to risk anything, ya know?"

"I promise to not use my skills anymore tonight. Deal?" he laughed and held his extended arm out for you to loop your own into.

"Deal," you smiled and wrapped your arm around his, starting back on the journey to your original destination.

As you went to turn your head, you noticed something in the corner of your eye. A dark figure gently shifted in the shadow behind the restaurant. Fully black clothed, mask on his face. But the shoes- the shoes were a dead giveaway.

'Aren't those the shoes Jungkook was wearing earlier?'

You'd never forget them. Black, but with golden laces and a bit of golden detailing on the slight platform. You'd made a mental note earlier of how nice they were. You could barely make them out in the darkness, but there was no mistaking that they were the same pair.

You were looking back now, trying to make full eye contact. Why wasn't he coming to say hi to you?

His body shifted back further into the unlit cove.

An overwhelming feeling of uneasiness washed over you. You snapped your head back around to the front, focusing now on your walking. You started to pick up the pace as best you could.

"Woahhh, you okay?" Changbin said, noticing the shift.

You honestly didn't know.

'Why would Jungkook be here? Let alone be lurking in the shadows instead of coming to talk to you?'

'He knew you'd be here,' you told yourself. 'And he knew you'd be here with Bin. Is that what this is about? He's jealous already? Jealous enough to freaking follow you around all night? How could he not "trust you" if you weren't even together?'

You felt your heart begin to race inside your chest. Looking down at the ground, you whispered, "Binnie... I may be paranoid but think I might be getting followed."

Your strides were even wider now, as Changbin tried to follow suit.

"Why? Did you see something?!"

"There's this guy I know standing back there at the corner of the building where it was totally dark. I told him earlier that I'd be here with you. He didn't even acknowledge that I was here. Please just get me home!"

You both started moving as quickly as you could toward the end of the street, rounding a corner. You looked back to see if Jungkook was still in site. You didn't see anything, but that didn't mean he wasn't still following.

Changbin flagged down a cab and pushed the both of you inside.

"The JYP Building, please. Quickly." he instructed the cab driver.

"That's the opposite direction of my hotel! Here, it's actually-" you tried to chime in until Changbin cut you off.

"If someone is following you, do you really want them to know which direction to take for your hotel?"

'Good point.'

"JYP Building please!" you yelled toward the cab driver. You clung tight to Changbin's arm, swerving your head frantically to get a view through all of the windows.

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✨author's note: i know the past few chapters have been a bit tough, but i promise the next chapter starts to look up :)

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ritcchamadayo · 1 year

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pls..

I BEG!

SECOND PART OF PUNK JADE 😭 (no pressure)

LET ME BE FR THAT I CANT GET ENOUGH AND FLUSTERED SO BAD MAKES ME GIGGLED IFDHODDN

ngl tho the teasing got me so bad 😭

THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME A REASON TO WRITE MORE AKGJSJFNAJDJS PUNK JADE IS SO AHHHHHHHHHHHH HES SO SILLY

A Look Into the Past (Pt. 2)

Jade Leech x Reader ;

After finding out that Jade had pulled out all his past piercings and put them back on, you just can't seem to get enough of it. Jade, on the other hand, is really enjoying your attention on him.

(I'm so happy the original fic got so much love and support from you all <3 thank you so much!!)

Reader is a Sophomore in this fic, just like the twins!

Read Part 1 here! Read Part 3 here!

One thing you told yourself after the encounter with Jade yesterday was, "It was a once in a lifetime sight." You really wished you sneaked in a photo or two, perhaps that would help your currently jumpy heart calm down a little bit more? "...Nah," you said, rolling around on your bed. Even if it was only yesterday evening, you should just count your blessings and be grateful you bore witness to it, right?

Oh boy, were you wrong.

You didn't expect to see Jade still wearing his piercings in class. On one hand, it's a much less amount than what he wore yesterday since he still needed to look proper for school, but it definitely didn't help your case as you find yourself needlessly staring at the double helix snugly on top of his right ear and another two on his left ear's upper lobe, right beside his sturgeon scale earring.

He's received few asks and light warnings from the professors, especially Trein, but the rest seem to agree that he's okay wearing it as long as it's nothing too striking. His hair was back to it's usual neatly combed style too, but you reaffirm to yourself that the piercings really made his hair color pop even more, especially the black strand on his left. You wonder how he managed to act like a complete gentleman while still looking like the hottest guy in the universe in your opinion.

"Heading to class?" "Y-Yeah, I am." (You cursed yourself for the slight hitch in your voice.) "Would you let me join you for the walk, then? I believe my class is towards the same direction you're going to." "Sounds great!"

The two of you walked between the empty hallways, with most of the student body spending their break outside or at the cafeteria. You talked about mundane things, like classes or the weather- but it seems like Jade is purposely steering the conversation so that you'd bring up his piercings. What can I say, he could be quite the huge tease if he knew which buttons to press to gauge a reaction out of you.

You were reminded of your conversation with Floyd before you left the lounge yesterday. "Hee, if you're really interested in him then why not try to pull some moves~?" "No way! I'm not brave enough, you know that Floyd." The eel-mer pouts, humming to himself and thinking. "Then what if I tell Jade to pull a move on you~?"

Your hand shot up to grab on Floyd's sleeve, giving him the most menacing glare you could put out. (It probably looked cute on his end though.) "Floyd. Don't you dare pull any fishy stuff."

"Eeh... Boring. Imma go back to bothering Azul instead." He said with a sinister smirk, walking away from you.

Well, casually chatting doesn't count as pulling a move, does it? "Speaking of," you start. "Did the professors really not care about them? I mean, I think I've seen a few people getting reprimanded for extra accessories." "Ah, Professor Trein did express a little bit of dislike, but he said it wasn't too distracting. Though, Professor Crewel on the other hand started giving me fashion tips, fufu."

You laugh at the little fact. "Yep, that's Crewel alright. Maybe you can show me his fashion tips when we're free?"

A smirk grew on Jade's face. "Oh? Is this your way of asking me out?" "N-No! I'm just curious, okay?!" You half-yelled, hitting his arm with as much power you could exert. (Not much, since Jade didn't even bother to dodge or look hurt.) You threw a couple of jabs at him, and Jade was more than happy to reply with his witty remarks.

Jade glances around the corridor. They were currently on the third floor of the school building, with most of it being empty and a slight updraft could be felt.

"Are you not interested on trying to touch them though? I've seen a lot of people try to get a closer look." He said, a sly smile on his lips. "Eh? Can I?" You ask innocently, perhaps too innocently for Jade. The male nods, slightly leaning into you to let you have a closer look.

"They're pretty.." You say, holding the metal on his left ear. You cupped his earring inside your palm to make sure it doesn't accidentally get pulled, lightly caressing the pierced flesh. Jade leans into your touch, a slight fondness in his eyes as you focus fully on the feeling of his accessories in your hands until you felt soft lips pressing onto your own.

!! "E.. Eh...?"

Your hands gently pull away from his earring, and your eyes met with his pair of heterochromic ones. His lips were mere centimeters away from yours, a small smirk showing his teeth forming on his face. The realization dawns on you as your realize he just kissed your lips while you were distracted.

"HE KISSED ME?!" You freak out internally, your entire face turning a dark shade of red that could rival Heartslabyul's roses. You knew Jade was eating up your reaction- with the most smug expression on, of course.

"Oh my, excuse me. Did you not want that?" He asked, lightly holding your chin between his fingers. “I feel a slight obligation to act more boldly in this getup.” The fact that he could pull such moves so casually is messing with your head as you struggle to give an answer. Your free hand trails over to his tie and you pull him back down towards your lips, letting him properly slot his lips on yours.

Jade gladly kisses back and chuckles as he pulls away, letting you go and straightening himself up before continuing the walk towards your classrooms as if nothing had happened with a satisfied smile on his face. You stood stunned for a few seconds and shaking it off before chasing after him, stumbling over your own feet.

"H-HEY! JADE, THAT'S NOT FAIR!!"

#extra self indulgent so i hope it gets ya'll giggling like i am #✨RitcchanWrites #✨RitcchanDreams #✨TwistedRitchuland #✨ritcchama's crazy simpery #twisted wonderland #twst #jade leech #twisted wonderland imagines #octavinelle #twst jade #jade leech x reader #jade x reader #more on the punk!jade series

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mediocre-quill-ink · 11 months

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Hihihi I'd like to request some Ralph pls :} He's so cute smh I'm crazy about him. I'd really like a smut fic that also focuses on him being a more possessive and jealous type, with the reader loving it and encouraging him acting that way. And the same common femdom reader shenanigans 😈 (I feel like that's %90 of the simp audience for this man tbh)

Plastic Flowers

Summary: You go to a friend's wedding with Ralph as a plus one. While there, you bump into your high school friend. while catching up, Ralph gets a little possessive.

Content: smut (duh), you and Ralph are at a wedding party, reference to the movie Alexander (2004), TW mention of Jared Leto, gets a little angsty, slight blood mention, car sex, bouquet as sex toy? Kinda? Ralph is insecure :(

An: I feel so bad making Ralph feel jealous, help. I tried my best encouraging it but I felt guilty and gave in. I'm so sorry 😭

I let out a heavy sigh, looking around the room.

I was standing next to a long table decorated with lace and various treats. cake, salad, sandwiches, punch, champagne, all wafting at my senses. It was my friend's wedding after party and I was just as excited as I was exhausted.

"None of these flowers are real!" Ralph whisper yelled at me, gesturing to another vase of red and purple pastic hydrangeas. All evening, he's been trying to find a good vase or pot of pretty plants to admire, only to come to the realization they were fake. I smiled and patted his back. "I'm sorry, sweet heart." I mumbled back, reaching for a sandwich. "Why have flowers if they aren't real? The smell is a part of the experience!" I pulled the sandwich in, "I know." I sighed, taking a bite. And taking a step towards the plastic flowers, touching them. "Maybe, I'll buy you some tomorrow, hm?" he stared at the colorful mass on my finger tips, sighing "ralph would like that." he then flenched as some one passed us by, grabbing for my arm.

the entire time we've been here its made ralph stressed. i'm the only human ralph trusts and even then he's still jumpy time to time because of something i did. but being surrounded by them must have caused stress i cant imagine he's experienced in a while. honestly, i insisted he should stay home while i went to the party but hes grown more and more possessive of me every day. fallows me around like a stray dog. not that i mind, i honestly find it very sweet. but in situations like this it makes me worry.

i used my spare arm to gently pet one of his squeezing hands, using my thumb to rub the white plastic knuckles. "its alright." i whispered, leaning into him while looking around the room. clusters of people talking, laughing, some dancing, tables scattered here and there with the occasional person sitting and eating. "ralph does not like being here. ralph wants to leave." he groaned. "i know." i replied "i'm proud you've made it this far though. we'll stay a few more minutes and then we can leave alright?" he nodded, still holding a ferm grasp. as we stood there i finished my sandwich, still looking around the room when i spotted someone.

he was average height, a brown mop of hair, and green eyes. dressed in simi formal suit, clearly threw it on last minute. he was fidgiting with silver piercing's on the shell of his ear while he was standing by the far end of the snack table. clearly trying to decide between two drinks.

"oh. my. god." i spoke, a smile slowly creeping on my face. "what?" ralph asked back, almost alarmed. "thats Glenn! hes a friend from highschool." i explained, while fireworks of excitement bubbled in my chest.

"hey, Glenn!" i shouted. suddenly his long hair whipped around as he turned to look at me, a smile spredding on his face. "y/n?" he asked, his feet shifting away from the table to make his way twords me.

raplh suddenly squeezed harder at my arm, i could feel the plastic shell boring into my skin, finger nails surely leaving dents. i barely winced, it was a feeling i was used to but still hurt when i wasn't expecting it.

"Glenn, I'm so happy to see you here." I beamed. my brain raced with high school memories. most consisting of me hanging out with him while he caused trouble around school or the neighborhood. I usually didn't have the courage to cause chaos, but i loved to watch. Eventually we lost contact a few years ago after he got arrested for breaking and entering and vandalism. "i am, too! oh my god, how are you doing?" he asked, planting fists onto his hips, black nail polish shining. it looks like he's grown a beard since the last time I saw him. it suits him well. "I'm doing great, you?" he sucked in a deep breath, looking to his side, his smile still beaming. "I'm doing pretty good though I have recently found out the person I've been talking to on MeetU was really just trying to scam me." he mumbled. I could feel ralph shifting next to me, shuffling to get behind me. "How did you find out?" i gasped, trying to keep my focus on Glenn. "Well, I kept trying to set up irl dates, and they kept asking for money instead." he sighed. "god, I'm so stupid. i should have picked up on it sooner." I laughed, "no, you would have been stupid if you gave them the money. I'm sure you'll find someone. I know it." Glenn's smile softened, rubbing his hand behind his neck "thanks I appreciate it."

his eyes finally shifted behind me, curiosity shing though his eyes. "so whos this?" he asked, gesturing to ralph. ralph squeezed harder, I could feel his body stiffening behind me. "this is Ralph, he doesn't really like strangers." I replied, squeezing his hand again, but it didn't seem to calm his nerves. "its nice to meet you ralph." Glenn greeted, nodding at Ralph. he still didn't budge. "don't take it personally. he doesn't trust most people." I whispered. Glenn just nodded in response. "lets go." ralph whispered, tugging at me slightly.

"attention everyone! the bride is getting ready to throw the bouquet!" I couldn't help but jump in excitement, causing another flinch from ralph. "oh my god, I have to join!" I exclaimed, "ralph, you stay right here, I wanna see if I can catch it!" ralph loosened his grip on my arm enough for me to pull away from him, and I ran into the crowd of giggling girls, I could hear Glenn's thumping footsteps fallowing after me.

the bride climbed up onto a stool and turned away, placing the bouquet in front of her. "Okay! one," she lifted her arms slowly. "Two," her arms rose higher, now above her head. "Three!" she exclaimed, finally hurling the flowers behind her.

my heart raced, suddenly feeling the mass of brides to be swarming together and knocking me around. i reached my arms up, fingers spreading into the air while i focused on the bundle of flowers making its way down. thats when my heart skipped a beat, i realized it was heading straight for me. a smile spread across my face as i wached it suddenly in slow motion make its way right above my head. i jumped and felt the tickling sensation of pettles in my hands.

i jumped up and down. "i caught the flowers!" i exclaimed, a sudden surge of excitement causing my heart to pump against my rib cage. "yessss!" cried a familiar voice, glenn rushing at me, his arms wide open. before i could react to the charging figure, he scooped me up into a big hug and spun me around. i smiled, tossing my arms around him and began to think about ralph. a good fortune. a successful relationship. i could feel a blush rush to my cheeks as he set me down. "Congrats." Glenn whispered. "Whoever your dating is lucky." My heart thumped in my chest." Thank you. i am, too." he smiled, placing a hand on my shoulder "ooooh who is it?" he practically squealed. "It's actually Ralph! the android I'm with." i explained, still blushing. i ran my finger's through the soft petals, real petals. i gasped at the realization and pulled the flowers in to smell. they were sweet and bitter. "The one with the scar?" he asked, mimicking dragging claws across his face. i nodded. "Of course, which other android was i with?" i joked. "Just checking. but no, that's great. i don't know anything about him, but he looks badass. so good on you for that." he mused. "You have no idea. Let's just say he's skilled with the knife." i half joked, looking behind Glenn's shoulder, to the corner where i left ralph and my heart sunk. he wasn't there. my smile dropped, and Glenn immediately noticed.

"Is everything alright?" he asked, looking behind his shoulder. "He's gone." i muttered. "ralph?" Glenn asked. "Yes." i replied, shoving past him a sudden surge of adrenaline rushing through me. where did he go? did something happen? he wouldn't just walk off in a place like this. "Where did ralph go?" i asked, knowing Glenn wouldn't have an answer. he was about to respond, but i cut him off. "You look around inside the venue. if you see him, don't approach him, just tell me. I'll look outside, okay?" i didn't even let him respond. My feet began to march their way to the double doors outside.

I pushed open the doors and looked around. It was dark, the sun set long ago. Crickets rang in the cold air. My eyes were having a hard time adjusting to the darkness after standing around a bright gymnasium. "Ralph?" I yelled. I used my memory to walk around, eyes not yet adjusted to the darkness. I placed a hand against the wall of the building, fingers tracing against the rough brick and turned the corner, walking down the stone path. "Ralph? It's y/n." My heart raced, worry boiling. What could have caused him to run away? Did someone try to hurt him? I stumbled, foot caught on a stone tile before continuing. I let my hand off the wall and followed the path of stone tiles in the grass, my eyes finally settling a little bit.

The area was mostly barren. Dry St Augustine grass crunching below my feet, the occasional small roughed up shrub sticking out of the ground. It wasn't until I rounded a tree saw a glowing red led. "Ralph?" I ask.

"Hi." He whispered back softly. "I was so worried about you." I cooed."What are you doing out here?" He ran his finger against the crevices of the bark, jaw clenching,"Ralph became upset. Ralph had to leave before he did anything he regretted." His voice was wavering as he spoke, his eyes fallowing his finger as it trailed down the tree. I sighed, tilting my head slightly "what got you so upset?" I asked gently, leaning against the tree. He stiffened for a moment. "It was-"

"y/n!" I whiped around to see Glenn rounding the building, walking down the same stone tile path I was, he was looking around blindly and stumbling over tiles like a lost dog. "I'm over here!" I called, waving my hand as if he could see it. He quickly adjusted his route and made his way twords my voice.

Ralph recoiled, squaring his shoulders. "I couldn't find him. I even asked around." He leaned over, pressing his palms against his knees and panted like he was catching his breath. Did he really run around the entire venue?" It's alright, I found him. Thank you for helping out." Glenn nodded, standing up straight. "It's no problem." He gasped, wiping the sweat from his brow. It made me laugh. "Do you still have my number?" I asked, patting for the phone in my pocket. "I do. I've been meaning to text you for a while now but I can never figure out how to start a conversion after all this time." He replied, fidgeting with his earrings again. "It's cool. I get that completely. But text me soon alright? I wanna catch up." I continued to pat my pockets, checking that I still had everything I came here with. "I will."

After spouting goodbyes to friends and long hugs to the bride and groom, Ralph and I finally made our way into our car. The drive was long back to the city scape of Detroit, and Ralph was surprisingly quiet.

I began to fidget with my hands when I realized I still had the bouquet in my hand, now a bit wilty. "Oh, Ralph. I caught this." I muttered, lifting up the soft flowers. He looked at them and nodded once, " ralph saw." He replied dryly. "But look," I whispered, reaching his hand. For a moment, he flinched, hand withdrawing further onto his lap before softening and slowly offering his hand into my fingers. I gently lifted his hand and placed the bouquet in his palm. "They are real!" I beamed. He lifted the flowers up, observing and used his other hand to feel the petals. Then he smelled them. A smile grew on his face for a moment before dissolving again. My chest ached. "What's wrong?" I asked softly. He removed one of the flowers from the bouquet, setting the rest on his lap and twirled it in his fingers. "Ralph does not like your friend." He stated. "Why?" I asked, heart skipping a beat.

His Adam's Apple bobbed. "Ralph does not like him." He stated again. his gaze was hard as he observed the flower.

My brows knit with confusion, trying to decipher Ralph's statement. It's not like he did anything wrong, he was nice through and through. He was always smiling, he was funny, he wasn't even mean in a joking manor. Then it hit me. Getting lifted up my Glenn, I was blushing. Did he think...

At first I was sad. The thought of Ralph thinking I would even consider leaving him hurt but then came... a giddy feeling. I even suppressed a smile at the realization. Ralph was jealous. Jealous because of me.

"Ralph. why don't like him?" I stated calmly. Blush rushed to my cheeks the more I thought about it. I knew Ralph was clingy but I've never had someone be jealous.

"Ralph doesn't like he looks at you." He mumbled, observing the snipped end of the stem, running a thumb over it. Then, a fire sparked in my chest. a sense of pride. "Looks at me?" I hummed. "Yes. He looks at you with so much... focus. He must be thinking things about you." At that, my heart jumped.

I knew Ralph didn't know him but trust me, he wouldn't. Glenn had a very funny coming out moment when he showed me Alexander. A movie from 2004 about Alexander the great. It was bad but entertaining. Glenn let it slip that this movie was his gay awakening when he was a kid, while the scene of Jared Leto dieing of an infection in his balls played. I had a good laugh at the timing.

I suppressed a laugh. "Oh? And how can you tell if he's thinking things about me?" Ralph's chest tightened, bending the stem barely. "Ralph just knows it. Anybody would."

I tilted my head slightly "anybody?"

"You're to pretty. Everyone must be thinking about you. Ralph doesn't like people thinking about you like how Ralph does." My cheeks burned.

"Really?" Was all I could muster out, trying to keep my voice low.

"Ralph didn't like the way he touched you either. Only Ralph should hold you like that." He picked a petal off the flower. "Ralph saw the way you smiled. Ralph saw the way you blushed. You feel that way about him too."

I wanted to reassure Ralph I had no feelings twords Gelnn. He was just a friend. Nothing more. but my lust for this new attitude was to powerful. I wanted to hear more.

Suddenly, my phone pinged. I looked down to see Glenn sent me a text. My heart skipped a beat, and I opened it. He sent me a meme followed by "wanna hang out sometime?" In the corner of my vision, I could see Ralph turning his head to look at my phone.

"Absolutely." I reply, hitting send. Then turn my phone back off, setting it on my lap. The air suddenly thickened, I could feel Ralph's eyes burning into me.

"You do not want Ralph?" He asked, voice suddenly cracking. For a moment, my heart dropped. I heard my phone ping again but I didn't answer. I let the sound fill in whatever jealousy I want him to feel as I spoke. "Sweet heart, I'll always want you." I replied softly, offering my hand to his leg. He didn't pull back, so I placed my hand on his knee, rubbing it with my thumb. "You're lying to Ralph. You Want Glenn. Don't lie to Ralph."

"I've never lied to you before. Why would I lie now?" I offered. My heart swelled at how upset he became. I felt terrible honesty, but I was enjoying this to much. "Because Ralph is bad! Ralph is not Glenn!" He suddenly snapped the stem of the flower. For a moment, regret shown in his eyes, looking at the now torn flower. He twirled the two pieces In his hands, his led glowing red.

I squeezed his knee softly. "I don't want you to be Glenn." I whispered. He finally met my eyes. They were sad, angry, frustrated. "I want you." I added, then looked down at the boquet in his lap, reaching for a rose. The thorns pricked at my fingers, I could feel the blood trickle down my finger, but I didn't mind. "You don't mean that." He whispered firmly.

"I can prove it to you." I whispered, slowly moving my hand up his thigh. He tensed but didn't pull away. "How?" He asked, his voice breathy as he stared at my hand. "Pull over." I ordered, just after, the self driving car pulled off the road. It was empty, complete silence aside from crickets chirping in the distance. "Get to the back seat, Ralph." Or ordered softly. His led swirled yellow, then blue, then back to yellow. Without speaking, he set aside the bouquet and crawled into the back seat, sitting uncomfortably.

I picked up the bouquet, admiring it for a final time. The wilted flowers leaning against my hands, purple and red petals fluttering to the floor of the car. Beautiful. made my way to the back of the car, "undress for me." I ordered. His face tinged blue but didn't object, white and peach fingers undoing his suit. The tie, the buttons, the coat until he was completely naked. Patches of skin worn off from past abuse, dents, and scratches littered across his body. He was beautiful. "Good boy." I whispered. "Now lay down." He did as told without hesitation, though he still looked tense, shoulders square. "Ralph, do you really think I don't love you?" I placed my hand back onto his worn knee, feeling the rough scratched plastic. He must have fallen hard in the past. "Sometimes Ralph worries he's not good enough." he mumbled, hands playing with the fabric of the car seats. he was subconsciously chewing on his lip, eyes wondering across my body. "not good enough?" I asked, moving my hand up his thigh "why?"

"well," he started, bringing his hands together, picking at his finger nails. "ralph is bad. he is damaged." his jaw clenched, "ralph can not control himself. ralph is annoying..." he trailed off, led flashing between yellow and red.

"ralph." I stated, squeezing his leg "you are to harsh on yourself. you're great, and I'm proud to have you as a partner." I lifted the bouquet in my other hand, "you don't have to love yourself, not right now but i want you be nicer to who you are." I let the bouquet hover above his synthetic skin, the petals tickling at his thigh.

he let out a soft gasp, biting his lip. "now, will you be a good boy and do as i say?" he nodded eagerly squeezing his fingers. "good."

I trailed the flowers up his thighs, the soft petals leading up to his cock. teasing it with the feathery sensation. he let out another soft gasp, mouth slightly opening. "does that feel good?" I hummed, making a small circle. he nodded in reply, rolling his hips into the petals, some falling onto his lap. I smiled at this reaction and continued to tease his member, watching it grow into a hard on. he was above average with a nice curve, subtle veins, his tip already shiny with pre. I teased the tip, wisteria stimulating the swollen head. he let a soft moan escape his lips. "please." he whispered. jutting into the flowers. I tisked, pressing his hips back onto the cushions. "Don't be too eager. I don't want these to lose its petals too quickly." he let out a frustrated sigh in response, still rolling his hips into the flora.

the flowers trailed up and down his cock for a final time before leading up his stomach, skin streching as he arched his back at the sensation, a small whimper escaping his lips. "no." he breathed, hips trying to fallow the flowers but i held him firm, continuing to move up to his expanding chest, faux muscles streching with soft heaves. "stay still for me, hm?" he whined in response, turning his head to the side and chewing on his nail, his led glowing a beautiful amber and blue mix. "hey, look at me." i ordered softly, moving the flowers to one of his nipples, swirling the soft foliage. he let out another pant and turned his head back to look at me, eyes desprate. "please." he breathed again, eyes going foggy for a moment. "please what?" i lulled.

he pressed his head against the seat, brows flexing. "please. touch Ralph." i hummed in response, moving the bouquet to the other nipple, making soft stroking motions "oh but, you've been so mean to yourself today. I don't think you deserve it~" he whined in response, again attempting too jut his hips into nothing. "this isnt fair!" he cried. "ill give you what you want if you say something nice about yourself." i offered, now trailing the flowers slowly up his throat causing him to shiver. a low moan escaped his lips, head rolling back slightly. "thats mean." he whined.

i tisked, trailing the flowers back down his chest before removing them from his body completely. "thats fine. i guess we can just go home then." i sighed, pretending to play with the flowers. they were now slightly damp with pre in patches. i guess they helped work him up more than i thought. "No. no, no, I'll be good. Ralph can be good. don't leave him like this." i looked back at him, his cock was swollen, face flushed, eyes pleading with desperation. i raised an eyebrow and dangled the bouquet above him again but not letting it touch him. "then say something nice about yourself." he layed still for a moment, led swirling wildly, brows knit together deep in focus.

come one. say something. i thought

After a long silence, "ralph cant think of anything." he whispered. my heart stung, sucking in a deep breath i tried to keep in character. "do you remember all the complements i give you?" i ask softly, using my hand holding down his hips to stroke against his skin with care. he nodded silently. "say one of those like you mean it."

he took another moment to think before finally stating "Ralph has pretty eyes." i let a smile appeer on my lips, finally lowering the flowers onto his stomach and ceressing his skin, using my other hand to wrap around his cock, making slow strokes. "good boy~" i whispered.

He let out a pathetic moan, jutting his hips into my hand as I stroked his length "what else?" I asked, running my thumb across his slit and continued to stroke. "Um-" he stammered, eyes loosing focus for a moment. "R-ralphs hair is soft..." He gasped. The sound of his internal fans kicked in. It was a quiet sound, nothing more than subtle background noise but helped when his systems began to overheat.

"Good~" I cooed.

The soft sounds of his wet length being stroked filled the car, whiny gasps, and moans breaking up the lewd sounds. He squirmed beneath my hand, just a little. He always tried to be a good boy, but he's just a little sensitive by nature.

"What else, darling?" I whispered. A sharp whine escaping his mouth, I could feel him twitching in my hand "I- I uh..." He gulped hard. "Ralph is- is pretty." His hand was now resting on his forehead, his cheeks flushed blue. I picked up the rythem, squeezing just a little harder. He choked out an almost pornographic moan. "The prettiest." I cooed, leaning over to place a kiss on his whimpering mouth. He was rough and needy, soft lips greedy for intimacy. I dropped the bouquet on the floor of the car, using my now free hand to play with his nylon hair. It really was soft. A distinctly artificial feel but not in a bad way.

The blonde locks tangled between my fingers as he pulled me deeper into the kiss, tongue reaching into my mouth, which I abliged to, allowing him to deepen the kiss. How cute. He's so sweet and obedient.

I slowly pulled away, taking time to catch my breath to the disappointment of Ralph. "R-ralph is getting close." He moaned, led glowing yellow. I continued to stroke his length, his cock twitching more frequently in my hand. His voice Bagan ro waver as he neared his end, moans become more erratic. "Tell me one more good thing about yourself and ill let you cum." I coaxed. He stammered, trying to find words but his mind became to foggy. "R-ralph dosnt know." He breathed desperately, humping into my hand. "Hmm. That's a shame." I teased, making a show of slowing down my fist. "N-no!" He cried, trying to keep the friction going. I kept my slowed pace ordering "just one little thing. It's all it takes." He groaned as he thought, rummaging around his circuit board for something.

"Ralph is a good boy." He stated, not with the most confidence but he sounded like me meant it. At least enough.

I smiled in response, continuing my previous pace and he came to his climax quickly. Twitching and gasping underneath my touch. "The best boy." I whispered, running my hand up his heaving body. Internal fans running high in his overheating body.

"How are you feeling?" I whispered, coming close to cradle his face in my chest. He leaned into my touch without hesitation, panting "good."

I let him settle from his high until his breathing settled back normal, the air was once again quiet except for the chirping of crickets in the distance. "I'm sorry I was so mean to you earlier about Glenn. I just want you to know he is just a friend. Nothing more and never was." Ralph didn't respond, just let out a sigh as he played with his fingers. His nails looked a little chewed sense the last time i saw them. "Ralph, he's gay." I finally stated. This time he glanced up at me, confusion laced in his expression. I couldn't help but laugh. "It's true!" I giggled, "I'm sorry I lead you on earlier, seeing you get jealous really did something to me" I stated, running my hand through his hair again, a twinge of regret looming inside of me. "I'll try not to be so harsh next time, but I have to admit I enjoy your possessiveness." I smiled, admiring his beautiful features.

"Ralph is okay?" He whispered, sad hope peaking through his tone. I smiled "more than okay. I wouldn't have anybody else." Leaning in to give him a soft kiss.

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Nicole was very bright for a one year old, truly bright. Her doctors mentioned it more than once and Bea could see it. Nikki was her little companion the whole Saturday - unfortunately the picnic was canceled because of heavy,heavy rain - so they just stayed home once they got back from the twins’ check up.

When the doctor was checking on the twins, Nicole sat up on a chair, patiently, unmoving but with her eyes locked on her mother and her siblings.

And her heart lurched because it was the same iron focus she had seen on Rooster.

Now that they were back home and the twins were asleep,she was left alone with Nicole and the dogs. Nicole was on the floor playing with blocks and the dogs - at least Jack and Jolene - were with them…Eleanor was obviously at the door, watching.

The rain outside drummed heavily on the windows as Beatrice watched Nicole, engrossed in her play. The little one's dexterity with the colorful blocks was surprising for her age. As Nikki stacked them with an impressive precision, Beatrice couldn't help but marvel at her daughter's intelligence.

"Look at you, my little architect," Beatrice whispered with a smile, her heart swelling with pride. She leaned back on the couch, a soft sigh escaping her. The room was filled with the gentle sounds of Nikki's play and the movie…what movie was it?

She doesn’t know. She’s not really paying attention.

She was remembering, when she left that morning, some neighbors approaching Miranda and questioning her about the giant skeleton and the Halloween decor in the middle of summer and with the threat of rain in the upcoming weeks.

Miranda, maybe because she saw Beatrice leaving with her car, managed to talk loud enough for her to hear, saying that it’s ‘never too soon for halloween!’

Miranda's audacity to set up Halloween decorations in the middle of summer seemed like more than just an eccentric choice. It felt like a deliberate attempt to disrupt the tranquility of the neighborhood, perhaps even a veiled message to Beatrice.

With a resigned sigh, Beatrice decided to let go of the unsettling thoughts for the moment. She focused her attention on Nikki, captivated by the one-year-old's innate curiosity and intelligence.

As Nikki continued to play, Beatrice couldn't help but marvel at the subtle ways in which her daughter mirrored Rooster's characteristics. The iron focus she displayed, reminiscent of her deployed husband, was a poignant reminder of the deep connection between parent and child.

Her hair too, now it was that golden brown like her husband’s…and her lips were getting poutier. Just like Rooster’s.

She rubs her chin, it’s been a few days since they talked which was alright, she assumed. They’ve been out of contact before, she knew he’d talk when he could and since this mission was…a bit loose when it comes to receiving calls and messages, then she knew he’d be fine.

She just purses her lips, rubbing her wedding band on her finger, “...your dad is a very brave man,Nikki.” and the toddler stops and looks back, connecting the words in her brain and muttering a ‘dada?’ in response to Beatrice’s words.

Beatrice smiled, her eyes locking with Nikki's. "Yes, sweetheart, dada. He's out there doing something very important, but he'll be back soon. And until then, it's you, me, your siblings and the dogs."

Nikki's face lit up with a bright smile, with one more teeth slowly peeking out of her gums before she baby babbled away.But she chews her lower lip once Nikki looks away ‘...should I call Ev?” she reaches for her phone ‘...no,maybe not’ she hovers her hand above her phone, fingers twitching before she relents and grabs it.

Beatrice unlocked her phone, scrolling through the contacts. Her thumb hesitated over Ev's name, uncertainty creeping in.

She shook her head, dismissing the thought momentarily. Instead, Beatrice found herself navigating to the gallery, scrolling through photos of the family, including the ones from their wedding - she’d never delete these even if they had a physical copy a few inches from her…on the wall.

Nikki, having abandoned her blocks, crawled over to where Beatrice sat on the couch. The toddler's curiosity piqued by the glow of the phone screen, she reached out with tiny fingers, trying to touch the Ninja Turtle phone case.

Beatrice chuckled, shifting the phone slightly out of Nikki's reach. "You want to see, too, huh?" She selected a photo of the twins, their identical faces crinkled in sleep, peaceful in their crib. "Look, that's your brother and sister. They're dreaming away right now."

Nikki's eyes widened with curiosity as she gazed at the photo. Her fingers tried to grasp at the image, as if trying to understand the concept of her siblings being in the phone.

With a gentle smile, Beatrice continued scrolling through the pictures, “And this, is your dad and I…when we got married, see?” she zooms in “Doesn’t daddy look handsome?”

Nikki, though too young to fully comprehend, seemed captivated by the images on the phone. Her eyes followed the figures on the screen, and her tiny fingers occasionally reached out, as if trying to touch the familiar faces within the digital frames.

Beatrice chuckled, her heart warmed by the innocence of her daughter. "That's your daddy and mommy. We were so happy that day, and you know what?“

Nikki tilted her head, her gaze shifting between the screen and Beatrice's face. Her baby babble filled the room, adding a delightful soundtrack to the nostalgic moment.

Beatrice's phone buzzed with an incoming call, momentarily pulling her attention away from Nikki. Glancing at the screen, she saw it was from Ev. She hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to answer, but ultimately pressed the accept call button.

"I was about to call you.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, hah,” Beatrice picks Nicole one handed and places her on her lap, “Since our picnic was canceled, wanted to chat a bit.”

Ev's voice came through the phone with a warm, familiar tone. "Yea. Bad weather. It’s fine, we can do it some other day.”

Beatrice nodded, even though Ev couldn't see her. "Yeah, definitely. Weather can be so unpredictable sometimes. How's everything on your end?"

Ev sighed, the sound carrying through the phone. "Busy as usual. You know how it is. But I can't complain. JJ is fine, sleeping right now. How about you? "

Beatrice leaned back against the couch, holding Nikki in her lap as the toddler played with a strand of Beatrice's hair. "Oh, you know, the usual chaos. The twins are keeping me on my toes, and Nikki here is exploring the wonders of the world one block at a time."

Ev chuckled. "Sounds eventful."

"I bet," Beatrice replied, glancing at the photo of Rooster and her on the phone screen. "Speaking of the mission, how's Jake doing? I know communication has been a bit scarce lately. Have you two talked?"

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Ev responded. "He's doing fine. You know him. He told me about the breach. Security concerns and rumors circulating among the team."

Beatrice's expression shifted, concern knitting her brows together. "What…do you take from it?”

Ev hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "Well…I don’t know Bea. My dad hasn’t talked about it to me." and her dad was a vice admiral, so that said a lot “Jake just mentioned that and that everyone is worried. Rooster is managing everything though,from what Jake told me.”

"Yeah, Rooster and I talked about it during our last call. It's a bit unnerving, you know? Not knowing the full picture, especially with the breach."

Evelyn moved a bit on the other end and she sighed. "It's tough being on the sidelines, not knowing all the details. But Rooster is strong, and he's leading the team. They'll get through this."

"I know," Beatrice replied, a mixture of pride and concern in her voice. "It's just hard not being able to do anything from here. I trust Rooster, but the uncertainty is...unsettling."

“It always is.”

“Does this happen often?”

“Breaches?” she asks “I don’t think so, this…well if this is confirmed a breach and not a mishap, I know that it’s going to be messy.”

Beatrice sighed, her gaze drifting to the photo of Rooster on her phone screen. "Will…he be okay in this? He’s the leader of the mission,Ev.”

Evelyn exhales “...Rooster can handle it, Bea. He's been through tough missions before.-”

“But nothing like this.”

“I know it's hard. But Rooster is pretty smart. And he's got the whole team looking out for each other, if need be, they’ll speak up,Bea."

Beatrice nodded, even if Evelyn couldn’t see it,her fingers unconsciously tracing patterns on Nikki's back. "I know, Ev. It's just...hard. You know how it is. It's like being on a rollercoaster that never stops."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, as if Evelyn was choosing her words carefully. "Yeah." another pause “I do. and Beatrice knew it was more than just Jake, she probably went through heavy stuff with her dad too “Do you want my opinion?”

“Please.”

Evelyn's voice softened on the other end of the line. "Bea, I know this is tough. Rooster is your husband, and the mission is putting him in a difficult position. But you need to trust him, trust in his abilities and the team he's leading."

Beatrice sighed, her shoulders slumping as she leaned back on the couch. "I do trust him, Ev. It's just...this uncertainty, not knowing what's happening. And what if there's something more going on that he can't share?"

Evelyn's response was measured, "Beatrice, the military operates on a need-to-know basis. There are times when even those involved in a mission might not know the full picture. Rooster has a responsibility to the team, to the mission's success, and sometimes that means certain details are classified."

"...you are right, I’m being stupid," Beatrice replied, her fingers nervously tapping on the edge of her phone. "But what if he's in danger, and we don't even know the extent of it? What if something happens, and I'm just here, waiting, unable to do anything?"

Evelyn chuckles a bit “Calm down,Bea.You can't control everything, Bea. It's a harsh reality, but it's the truth. All you can do is trust Rooster, support him emotionally, and be there for him when he needs it. That’s all."

Beatrice nodded, her eyes fixed on the photo of Rooster when he was younger with his father on the wall. "I know, Ev. It's just hard not being able to do more. And with the breach... I can't shake off this feeling that something is really wrong. Am I paranoid?"

“No you are not paranoid,” she says softly "Bea, it's natural to feel worried, especially when it involves someone you love. It’ll be alright."

Beatrice took a deep breath, attempting to steady her racing thoughts. "I know you're right, Ev. It's just hard to shake off this feeling of unease."

"That's understandable. It's the fear of the unknown," Evelyn responded. "Focus on what you can control,alright?"

Beatrice nodded, a flicker of gratitude in her voice. "You're right, Ev. ..is that what you’ve been doing?"

A pause.

“Yes.”

“Okay, that…” A small smile tugged at the corners of Beatrice's lips. "That helps, Ev. And I'm grateful for that. That I’m not the only one…thinking, you know?."

“As someone who grew in a Navy household and whose father was always…out, that's sometimes our default.” her friend says “Do you want me to come over?”

“In this rain?No Ev, thank you.” she says, letting Nicole lie on top of her thighs while playing with a toy, “You can stay home, this weather will only get worse.”

Evelyn sighed on the other end of the line. "Alright, Bea. But promise me you'll reach out if you need anything. Don't hesitate. I mean it."

Beatrice's gaze shifted from the photo on the wall to the raindrops tracing intricate patterns on the window. "Will you do the same?"

“...yeah,I will.” both women smiled, even if they couldn’t see each other “Thanks,Bea.”

“Anytime–” there was a sudden crash outside,loud and she could see how the lights flickered for a second as whatever it was hit the ground. The rain was heavy enough to muffle the sound but damn she could hear it.

She adjusted Nicole on her hold, stepping over the dogs and approaching the window, trying to see anything was a challenge…but her eyes widened once she found the culprit “Ev.”

“Yeah?”

‘Miranda’s giant skeleton is down." Beatrice exclaimed, her voice a mix of surprise and amusement. Despite the worry that had gripped her moments ago, the unexpected spectacle outside managed to inject a dose of humor into the conversation.

Evelyn's laughter echoed through the phone. "Well, that's a sight. Do you think it was the wind or an act of revenge from the neighborhood for the Halloween invasion?"

Beatrice chuckled, watching the rain cascade down the window. "I'm leaning towards revenge from the rain. The weather is pretty wild right now. I can't believe she set that thing up so early, though."

"Maybe this is the universe's way of telling her it's not Halloween yet," Evelyn mused. “And to stop being a bitch.”

“You think so?”

“Nah, but that was pretty funny.”

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