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heartofwritiing · 8 months

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home is wherever you are tonight

paring: cc!wilbur soot x fem!reader

summary: its your birthday, a day you dread every year due to bad memories, and wilbur manages to change your mindset.

authors note: this has been sitting in my drafts since march and i forgot about it oops. this is completely self indulgent. Ive dreaded my birthday for the past five years because of personal reasons… i thought maybe writing a non-shitty fake birthday would make me feel better so, it did lol. enjoy!! :)

warnings: self indulgent, mentions of childhood trama, negative past events, mentions of toxic family, fluff, Wilbur being the cutest-best boyfriend, hurt-comfort, yes the title is a lyric from a lizzy mcalpine song.. unedited!

The day had come. the day you dreaded every year for as long as you could remember. it was your birthday.

Most people would be elated about turning another year older, to celebrate but not you. Instead, it filled you with utter disinterest and resentment. To you, it was just another day on the calendar.

Ever since you could remember you’ve just hated your birthday. Each year just felt like they got worse and worse with the number of times You had been let down. Whether it was by family drama or people just forgetting. It was the same every year. So when you finally moved away from your toxic relatives you pretty much forget about it. Only remembering when you'd get a text from your parents to wish you a happy birthday. At least they remembered now that you were gone...

You were relieved when no one at work had brought it up. you never really talked to your coworkers about your personal life, you weren't that type of person. Still, you were grateful the only attention you got today was from one of your peers Matt, asking about the printer in the office not working right.

When you walked into your flat, what you weren’t expecting was too see your boyfriend standing near the door waiting for you.

“why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday?” Wilbur asks in a slightly offended tone.

The front door hasn’t even shut yet and he’s caught you completely off guard with his question. Your heart drops in your stomach.

“hello to you too,” you snort, putting your bag down and sliding your jacket off. "And how'd you even know?" Avoiding the question. Cause that will make this better.

he sighs.

“Answer the question please, love,”

You’re toeing off the uncomfortable shoes you were required to wear at your job as you blankly bink back at him.

You can tell by the frowned expression on his face that he wasn’t just gonna let you drop this anytime soon. His arms are crossed over his sweater, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows as his curls fall around his eyes.

“maybe because it's not a big deal,” you shrugged. Wilbur stops you with a hand on your shoulder before you can escape to your shared room. It wasn't forceful but gentle, his eyes asking you to stay, talk, anything. You just wanted to go to bed and sleep until your shift tomorrow and just forget about this whole day.

"What do you mean by that?" he asks. "I don't particularly like my birthday but still celebrate with friends, family, and loved ones."

There it was.

You wanted to avoid this.

"Look, I don't want to pressure you into talking about this, you can tell me when you're ready. I can tell how uncomfortable you got when I asked you outright why you didn't say anything about it being your birthday, I'm sorry..."

You could tell he was just confused and who could blame him. You had only been dating for about a year and finally moved in together last month. He didn't want to pressure you into anything you weren't ready for, which was one of the many things you adored about him. Always so patient and thoughtful about your feelings and well-being.

There was no avoiding it now as he asked the question. Your heart beating in your ears.

“Why don’t you like your birthday, love?”

“well…” you began, but you could feel the lump in your throat forming as you thought carefully how to put it. You clear your throat and take a deep breath. “I just, have a lot of trauma revolving around today,”

Wilbur has moved slowly towards you now, almost like you were a spooked animal and he was trying to calm you. He listened carefully as you spoke slowly.

“my parents fought a lot growing up, and even on my birthday they just didn’t seem to care, even for one day, so i mostly spent my birthdays alone.”

The look in his eyes says it all. He feels so heartbroken for you. You collapsed into his chest and he wrapped you in his arms, squeezing you firmly and you felt the weight in your chest fading.

"Well listen, I got you your favorite type of cake, a good bottle of wine, not that cheap shit, the really nice one we liked. we're gonna sit on the couch and eat, and you can tell me all about your day." he pauses only to bring your face out from his chest to look you in your eyes. "and then, we're gonna cuddle and I'm gonna tell you how much I love and appreciate you."

With that, he strokes your cheeks with his thumbs and kisses your nose softly. You swear that press of his lips was what made you cave. You began to break down in front of him.

Wilbur's hands seem to be the only thing keeping you upright at the moment. If he wasn't holding you, you were sure you would have fallen to your knees by now. You sob silently as you take his wrists in your hands but don't remove them from your cheeks. The intensity of the long work day and all the recurring memories this day brought you every year, combined with Wilbur's sweet gestures and words made you break.

You felt everything come down on you all at once, yet there Wilbur was, always waiting for you at the end of the day. Always there to comfort you and support you. So these weren’t sad tears no, they were happy tears. Finally, you found someone who cherished you and cared for you enough.

@trashcanduck @merakiwi @addxms @ax-y10 @highstonedcat

#wilbur soot x reader #fanfiction #wilbur soot x fem!reader #cc!wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot fanfiction #x reader #fluff #mcyt imagine #birthday fic 🥳#self insert

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miracledarling · 1 year

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void state tonightttt

haven't gone there in a while so probably i'll go today since i'm a little bored. maybe i should manifest myself to not use my phone so much until my ap tests are over heh. 👀

and abt my queued posts i forgot to put some drafts in there oops

next time u see me on this app remind me to outta my phone and study like a good girl 🤧

anyway what should i do in the void? gimme ideas <3

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necroangelz · 3 months

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bored, so gunna do yur ask game... 💌 and/or 🫀 pwease.^⁠_⁠^^⁠_⁠^ hru today btw! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

help this has been in my inbox for a few days oops im so sorry... i drafted up the first half of this post last friday but i forgot to continue it and i had no energy... anyways

as of right now i havent been that great, my mood swings r going crazy and im stressed over a test tomorrow, although i did a lot of thrifting on friday and saturday and bought lots of nice stuff! i'll post my entire .. "thrifting haul" when i feel like it...

emoji answers below! i decided to answer both. my answer for the heart emoji is very... long.......... but what do uu expect from an infodump?

『 💌 』

a quote or song lyric

muse just realized on muses pinned post it says "song" instead of "song lyric" erm... it's supposed to be song lyric help anyway

“ Come then, and let us pass a leisure hour in storytelling, and our story shall be the education of our heroes. ” -Plato, Republic Book II

wow, look at the intellectual internet angel, quoting Plato /s the quote is also referenced in the secret history by Donna Tartt (hir latest obsession) at the very beginning of the book ^_^ shi doesn't really know what to say, shi just really really likes this quote! shi likes very grand lines like this—the way that a simple leisure story can become an influence to the next generation of great heroes... there's something so alluring about it.

『 🫀 』

a game i played + an infodump

the free visual novel cemetery mary by arcadekitten! i really love cemetery mary and i can go on about it for hours, which is why i'll keep this infodump short bc i might just be typing here for hours and i wont get any sleep.

it's about a girl named mary anta (design is based on a manta ray), whose parents had mysteriously vanished without a trace one day. there's rumors of a killer in her city, called the blackwood butcher, and she suspects that her parents disappeared because of the butcher. she also texts a 'mysterious number' that claims her parents are alive and well.

she may look scary in the title screen but don't be fooled! she's a sweet and soft girl who simply has darker interests (such as the concept of death and cemeteries, as the title suggests).

here's mary hanging out with the other characters—crowven, twyla, and reginald. the player can pursue a route with any of these characters where mary will hang out with them and get closer to them. each route has a vastly different story and even genre/theme, and they lead to their own good and bad endings. i feel like it's easy to get the bad endings at first though... and they can get veeerrryyy VERY fucked up. there is also a true ending which is very entertaining and mysterious but leads to a happy ending.

i have about 42 hours in the game. yeah i got very obsessed with it... i like visual novels a lot and despite the occasional fucked up moments i enjoy CM because it's very chill and the characters are written well. and there's just something about how the game is designed that scratches my brain.

i got introduced to the game by a friend 2-ish years ago. we don't talk anymore but i liked that friend a lot... i didn't start playing CM until a few months later though

also just look at mary rn. SHE'S SO SILLY AAAHH I LOVE HER how can one not adoooreee her?????/

anyway let me just speedrun describing the 3 route characters rn

too lazy to find a better photo of him rn—this is crowven corvuson, design is based on a crow, and he's mary's cousin. except they're not blood related but they see each other as family. i don't interact with the fandom but i can imagine the discourse they would have about crowven and mary.

crowven is emo, moody, smokes weed, and has anger issues. his parents are dead. he lives together with mary. he gets up to secret business.

AAAAAHHH EHHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHHE this is twyla sophio, design based on an owl, this isn't her main "look" though, this is her outfit for a party. she's filthy rich, she's toxic, she's manipulative, and she's relentless to uncover the identity of the blackwood butcher. she also has some kind of rivalry with crowven (apparently it's accurate to nature where owls and crows have beef irl)

i am very very very in love with twyla in a normal way and i ship her and mary together

lastly, reginald tetra, design based on a pufferfish. this also isn't his main look, but he's so handsome here. i don't really like him that much but there's some certain scenes that make me like him...

he's your local average guy. he's so average. he's so normal. there's nothing wrong with him. i swear

he also has a littol tiny crush on mary :3 they develop a nice bond

ok thats it infodump over

#🎮﹕ press start 𝜗𝜚 ︵

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sunstone-smiles · 3 months

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29 for the ask game!

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

Fan Fic Writer Ask Game!

I’m so glad someone asked this because I’ve been wanting to share some “behind the scenes” things! I am a hoarder when it comes to things I cut or edit. My problem is that I don’t keep it very organized (oops-). But, I remember some major cuts that I’ve made before, such as this alternate beginning of “The Bubbly Blue Lion Tickle Fight”! (I actually completely forgot until today that I wrote this section instead of just having it as a concept on my idea page, but I’m glad I saved it!) I also put why it was cut at the end of the post!

Alternate beginning (draft) of “The Bubbly Blue Lion Tickle Fight.” (An edited version for better readability. The cuts even have cuts, Lol.)

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The tides of war are ever changing, yet little by little the Faerghus army keeps clawing to their goal. Some turmoils have occurred, but they learned. The key to their success so far has been their continued teamwork, trusting faith into allies and bonding with them.

On days when the army is not battling for life or death though, their recharging. They give themselves a chance to relax in order to recharge for the next battles ahead. All except for one person who needs it the most, the King of Faerghus itself, Dimitri.

Lurking outside near their own private quarters, Shez watches Dimitri in the distance, using his strength to organize weaponry and materials instead of resting. At this point, Shez can’t even count how many times they, or even the rest of the Blue Lion army has told him to take it easy. Yet everything they do, he seems to be doing the exact opposite.

“Whatcha doing out here? Bird watching?” Sylvain comes up to Shez in casual attire. Similar to him, Shez is also in casual attire to be more easily relaxed.

“Heh, more like lion watching,” Shez responds and tilts their head in the direction of Dimitri.

“Ugh, he’s working again? I mean, that’s kind of him but not what everyone had in mind when we’re trying to ‘relax.’”

“I told him this morning too and yet here he is. It doesn’t seem like any excuse we use will stop him. But he’s putting too much work on himself. He’s pretty stubborn about it too.”

Sylvain shrugs. “You’re telling me? He was like this when we were kids too, never taking a break when everyone practically begged him to do so. We had to make him take a break because he always puts too much work on himself.”

“Maybe we just have to knock that stubborn attitude out of him then,” Shez jokes. “Anything you used to do when you were kids?”

“Beats me.” Sylvain pauses. “Actually…” a smirk of someone formulating a plan appears on his face. “Maybe there is a way.”

“Hm? What do you mean?”

Sylvain signals Shez to come closer so he can whisper it in their ear. Shez’s face lights up when they hear what Sylvain has to say. “Really?” Shez’s eyes go wide.

Once the red-haired noble is finished, Shez turns back to Dimitri with the similar mischievous glint in their eye. “Oh, this I have to see.”

Sylvain and Shez nod at each other. The two formulate a plan. Soon, they take off toward Dimitri.

“Take care now,” Dimitri waves goodbye to the people he was helping. He turns around to leave, nearly running into Sylvain who was right behind him.

“Ah, Sylvain! What are you doing here?”

“I could ask the same thing of you, your majesty.”

Dimitri lets out a sheepish chuckle. “Yes, I know. You’re about to give me an earful about why I should be resting.” Dimitri is in casual clothing as well, in a black undershirt.

“Well yes, but…” Sylvain pauses as he watches Shez sneak up on Dimitri. The King completely doesn’t notice Shez. Sylvain still has to distract him though. “Actually, I came to tell you a joke.”

“A joke? Now why would you…Ah, I see now,” Dimitri crosses his arms. He recognizes that mischievous look in Sylvain’s eyes. Dimitri glares back at him. “Sylvain, what is it that you’re really here for—AHACK!”

Dimitri suddenly lets out an uncharacteristic shriek when his sides are suddenly squeezed. He whips around to see his attacker, only to be met with a Shez that’s drowning in their own laughter.

“Pffft! Hahahaha! What was that?!”

“Shez!” Dimitri exclaims, his face becoming slightly flushed. “Don’t sneak up on me like that!”

“I have to see that again!”

“Shez wait—AH!” Dimitri shrieks again, soon letting out a stream of giggles when Shez keeps wiggling fingers at his sides to tickle him. He tries to curl up his middle and hold his giggles in (as this silliness may be unbefitting of a king), but he can’t help but start to giggle. He tries to cover his mouth with his shoulder also when he crumbles down. “Shehehez! Hahaha!”

“Sylvain told me you were ticklish, so I just had to see it for myself!”

“Don’t forget what else I said! We usually got a reaction out of him…here!”

Sylvain lunges at him and joins in the game, scribbling now into Dimitri’s ribs.

“No! Sylvahahain! Shehehez!” Dimitri breaks into giggles and squeezes his arms to his sides, trying to squirm away from both of their attacks. Big, rich and full laughter begins to spill out of Dimitri and a glowing smile on his face. He tries to wriggle away, soon crumbling down to the ground. Shez and Sylvain follow him down, scribbling into his torso while he wriggles around, trying to push his friends away, but unable to do so due to them teaming up against him. His usual strength weakened due to the tickles.

“Your Majesty!” a protective voice suddenly rushes over to the scene. The three lift their heads up, noticing Dedue rushing towards them. Shez and Sylvain temporarily stop their attack, noticing Dedue rushing over, with Ingrid and Felix following close behind…

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Why this was cut: I ultimately decided that I wanted Shez and Dimitri to start with an individual conversation like in my Golden Deer one, which is why most of it was changed in the product that was posted!

There is a Part 2 to another (major) cut for this fic if anyone is interested in that 👀

#Thanks for the ask!#Sunstone speaks #Sunstone answers with a smile #Behind the scenes with Sunstone #(New tag for if this happens again maybe? Lol)#I'll tag the series and the characters too why not #fire emblem #fire emblem three hopes #fire emblem three houses #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #sylvain jose gautier #fire emblem shez #fire emblem dimitri #fire emblem sylvain

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mirrorballtales · 3 months

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I keep closing my eyes, and my phone keeps falling on my face, I know I say I’m exhausted a lot but my goodness, today is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. It feels like the gas light came on on my body and I’ve been driving it for days trying to squeeze the last drop until the very last mile, and now I’m starting to stall in the middle of a busy street.

My hands are usually the first sign, then my eyes, then my body as a whole. I’m done for this week. I’ve exhausted my “hellos” and my smiles and my “how are you? I’m great, thanks.” I’ve exhausted my laughter and listen I could be on the floor sobbing and I will still laugh but I physically can’t anymore.

And something weird happened today? Not weird but why are women such mean girls sometimes? I really wish there was a course held for young girls to learn to not kick someone down to build yourself up. It’s literally not necessary. I don’t know. This is when I feel like I don’t belong. Like, it’s just not nice. I don’t know. I won’t get on a soapbox, just I don’t go out of my way to put people down and that was kind of really mean 😭.

Anyway, I forgot what I’m writing about. I hope I actually sleep thru the night and don’t wake up at three in the morning for a 3rd time in a row. Let me will my body to stay asleep. Night. Also, I have 61 drafts on my tumblr. Maybe I’ll go thru them tomorrow. What a freak, why do I have 61 drafts. That does not include the 207 I have on my phone. Oops. Anyway, night.

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thewolfruns · 11 months

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oops, i already forgot i was trying to queue replies. too late. anyway, i can't get proud corazon from coco out of my head. but i cleaned most of my house and had a great beach day today! i'm gonna try and clean more later ... maybe, but until then i'll be lurking around in the drafts.

#i mean it's the pnw so it's a cold beach but it's our beach and it's all we got !

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clobblehead-pratdragon · 2 years

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woo boy this has been gathering dust in my drafts for awhile but shhh we don't need to address that- *sweating*

new headcannon; except this time, it's MHA/BNHA (whichever you prefer) because we all need a break,,,i think-

okay today we'll be talking about our good 'ol childhood friends turned bully and victim turned whatever the hell they have going on now.

if you don't know who i'm talking about, you either just aren't apart of the fandom, or you choose to ignore their middle school years (which, while tragic, that's valid).

now enough waffling on, onto the actual AU. I present to you;

"comfort best friends katsuki and izuku"

so. we all know that while they were kids they were the best of friends, right? they were stuck together like glue and..more glue? and that's cute and all, but i don't care about that for this au (well i mean i kinda do but yeh). quirkless deku rolls around and bakugou is still the ass he is in canon. swan dive, bullying etc etc. but here's where it gets interesting.

the sludge villain;

izuku was probably traumatised after that i mean like,,he was like 12??? dude idk but he was young. and then assmight saying he can't be a hero yada yada (*coughs* hypocrite-). story goes the same on the bases that bakugou gets attack, deku saves him. but, imagine that if instead of bakugou and deku yelling at each other, it starts off as bakugou yelling at deku and then breaking down crying? surely, bakugou would have also been traumatised (as we see later on in the canonical series). it's not like just because he's a bully, he's still not 12.

anyway, bakugou breaks down crying bc shock and stuff, and deku sorta just hugs him and drags him back home. they have dinner together and end up spilling everything that has happened in the past few years. and then,,,bakugou brings up his quirk giving him tinnitus. you get your ass izuku slaps him and then tells him he should've told him earlier.

they (re)become best friends and now that they're back together (aS FRIENDS. STRICTLY FRIENDS BECAUSE I'M A SUCKER FOR THAT) they're personalities have started to rub off on each other. izuku starts swearing a little more (he only will swear is he's really angry (or if he stubs his toe bc that shit HURTS man)), gets more bold and sarcastic, but also gets better at spotting the telltale things that katsuki does when he gets uncomfortable, the ringing in his ears getting louder etc.

same goes for katsuki; he got better at communication, he likes to analyse things (mostly how explosives work but shhhhhhh) but like izuku was able to notice if something was wrong - just like when they were children. for the rest of middle school they learnt JSL and french (you can't tell me bakugou wouldn't grow up learning some french; his parents are fashionistas for gods sake).

Let's fast forward to UA. they both got in, because i'm to lazy to write that all out. midoryia still breaks his arm like the fool he is (oh yeah oops i forgot to mention izuku is still quirkless because i hate all might and uhhh yeh that's it) but he gets let go after recovery girl scolds him because katsuki comes over to yell at him for his dumbass-ery.

they're both in 1A - it's the first day. oh no, such nervousness. yeh no, i'm kidding. those two idiots took the train to school and probably left those poor passengers either traumatised or questioning reality. anyway, they're insulting each other - as best friends do, and they get to the 1A door. of course katsuki kicks the door and enters with a "wHATSUP MOTHERFUCKERS" which is followed by a monotone "yeehaw" from izuku. Iida is the only one there bc idk uhhh cannon??? idk broski. anyway, he's shooketh bc how dare these delinquents show such disrespect in such a prestigious place. he proceeds to yell at them and the two friends just look at each other and snicker (ignoring Iida's squawk of protest as they go and sit down). they pretty much do their thing until all the other students come in. they see aoyoma and immediately know these three years are going to be good (think of all the gossip they could do).

everybody has sat down and are like "wtf where the teacher at ayo" cue aizawa walking (when i say walking, i more mean he rides a skateboard on his stomach while in his sleeping bag because that's just a funny mental image) into class and everybody just like goes dead silent. izuku just says "what are thooooooose" and after five minutes of awkward silence aizawa goes "they are my crocs." and bakugou starts fucking WHEEZING in the background. safe to say, aizawa already hates this year.

skipping over the quirk assessment test and a bunch of plot bc i'm lazy. UA dorm shenanigans yeehaw. deku squad is a thing, as is the bakusquad. most of the class have bonded over trauma at this point (*coughs in villain attacks*) and they're all p chill. some of the class is super confused because like,,,what *ARE* izuku and katsuki??? are they friends? enemies?? fucking?? the answer is option a) and b) (but they prefer the term "RiVaLs").

shenanigan no #1; aoyama joins le french squad

so, as friends that both know french they're going to do the obvious thing and talk shit about others in a language they don't understand. one day, they're having their weekly gossip section in the common room (or whatever the hell it's call - it's just called a bloody living room here). the others in the class are watching a movie and aren't really paying attention to the two friends because like,,,plot (idk). aoyoma like the girl boss he is, pops up out of nowhere and joins the gossip. at first he's shocked that they know french, but after bakugou explains he's parents are designers, it makes sense. i like to think that aoyoma knows bakugou's parents designs bc like,,,hot girl shit, and so they talk and fanboy about that for a while. the movie ends and oh no, gotta stop gossiping in another language because god forbid the others know /sarc

shenanigan no #2; izuku sassing the teachers (specifically aizawa)

it's gotten to the point that the teachers have just given up trying to take this problem of a child, and have decided to just let fate (or in this case, deku) run it's course. izuku will *battle* these teachers to provide some sort of entertainment for himself. the rest of the class (aka pretty much just iida), is shook bc wtf how tf did he not die??? what the fuc- aizawa has a love hate relationship with this small gremlin child, because a) he is an agent of chaos (as is shouta), but b) he's fucking ANNOYING. but he'll never admit that.

that's all for now, because this took ten minutes of my life that i'll never get back but that's FINE. plus i have assessment work that i'm so behind on that i should probablyyyyy get started on.

uhhh yep adios i guess, i'll see you whenever i rise from the dead again.

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spencer-reid-in-a-pool · 4 years

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Guest Speaker Part 2

Author's Note: I received two anonymous requests for a smutty part 2 for Guest Speaker, so here it is!

Part 1

Tags: @that-aesthetic-wannabe

Contains penetrative sex, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, mention of pregnancy, sex while in cheerleader uniform, orgasm denial(?)

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It had been a couple of months since that fateful football game. Spencer and I really hit it off and were now officially dating.

He came to all my performances now. Sometimes he would bring some of his co-workers along, but my favorite days were the days he came by himself. I love them of course, but can you blame a girl for being possessive of perfection?

I stayed over at his apartment a lot now. And of course, Naomi never lets me hear the end of that one.

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Present time:

"So you're telling me that you stay over at his apartment, sleep in the same bed, and you HAVEN'T had a piece of that yet? Girl! Get to it!"

"Naomi," I hissed at her over my lunch, "Either get a man or get a dildo because you are way too into my sex life."

Her eyes widened and she laughed breathlessly.

"Woah, feisty. Alright, I'll leave you alone. But come on, you've had to have wondered what it's like..."

She wasn't wrong. I had been thinking about it and wondering how it would feel- how he would feel. But for now, I just needed to worry about cheer practice.

"Come on, let's get to practice, Naomi."

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Practice went by smoothly. No injuries, no drama, just practice. It was nearing the end of the season and a lot of the seniors, including me, just wanted to make the most of these last couple of weeks.

I cought the bus to Spencer's apartment like I normally did. He gave me a spare key, so I just let myself in most days. Surprisingly, he was already home.

"Spencer?" I called as I pushed the door open.

I smelled coffee brewing from the kitchen. Leave it to him to make coffee at this hour.

"In here!" He called back to me.

I dropped my bag by the door and kicked my shoes off, relishing in the feeling of not having my aching feet confined.

I made my way into the kitchen and saw Spencer sipping at his coffee.

"It's like, dinner time Spencer. Most people don't drink coffee right now," I laughed out.

Spencer looked at me in genuine confusion and said, "What boring lives they must live."

I couldn't help but smile as I shook my head.

"You're a dork."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

He took my face in his hands and kissed me deeply. He was the best kisser; I could never get enough.

"Are you okay? It seems like something is bothering you," he said quietly while looking me in the eyes.

I bit my lip. Could he tell what I was thinking? Could he tell that the way he kisses me puts my stomach in knots and makes my core throb like no tomorrow?

"I- no, nothing is bothering me, exactly. I've just been thinking- and Naomi was being stupid today."

Spencer looked at me, expecting me to say more. When I didn't speak, he looked down at me and smiled softly.

"Have I ever told you that you look beautiful in your uniform?"

I smiled up at him, and laid my head against chest. My heart was pounding and so was the bundle of nerves between my legs. I had never wanted anyone this bad. I had to say something. I had to.

"Ever wondered what I look like with it off?"

Spencer tensed up for a split second. Then he pulled back and looked at me with an expression I had never seen on him before.

I thought he would speak. I thought I had caught him off guard and he would stutter out some kind of ramble like he usually does. But no. This wasn't one of those times.

"All the time," he growled in my ear, "But I think I'd prefer fucking you with it on."

I felt the color drain from my face. I halfway expected my knees to start buckling and knocking together too.

"What-what did you say?"

"You heard me. You know exactly what I said. And unless I'm mistaken, I think what's been bothering you can easily be fixed. You're easy to read, (Y/N). Now, should I bend you over this counter right here, or should I take you to my bedroom and make your toes curl against the sheets?"

I had never been so taken aback in my life. Who was this? This couldn't be Spencer, my Spencer.

But at the same time, I trembled with lust at his words. So he had been thinking about me too.

"Bedroom."

Without a word, Spencer lifted me off my feet and carried me into his bedroom. He set me down on his bed and stooped down to meet my eyes. His expression was normal now, his eyes gentle again.

"We don't have to do this. I- I just look at you in that uniform and can't help myself. I've been waiting for this forever, it seems. So if you want me to stop, just tell me."

I smiled up at him.

"And I've been waiting for you to fuck me senseless, Dr."

Any sign of gentleness on his face was now gone, as if it had never been there at all.

"In that case- panties off. Now."

I swallowed the nervous lump in my throat and quickly did as I was told. I wasn't sure where this dominant side of Spencer was coming from, but it was exhilarating.

He watched me as I slid my already wet panties off.

"Lay down," he told me, surprisingly gently.

I did so and he leaned over me, kissing me hard while holding my face in his hands.

"All those people back in school would be getting a huge kick out of this, huh? Somehow I managed to snag the most beautiful, sexy, and intelligent cheerleader in the entire world. And I'm about to make her scream," he said quietly with a smirk.

Confidence bubbled up in my chest as I saw the way he looked at me. I could tell he wanted me and loved me. Only me.

And if he wants to play a game, then I'll play.

"Why don't you prove it? Read enough books to teach you how to eat pussy correctly, genius?"

I swear his eyes darkened while he looked at me. I could feel the desire radiating off of him.

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

I grinned mischievously at him as his head lowered in between my legs. I couldn't deny I was nervous, but seeing him down there was just too good.

He started out gently, trailing his tongue along my folds while his hands gripped my thighs. When he felt my hips start to move, he got a little more aggressive, lapping at my clit like a starving animal.

The noises that came from my throat were almost embarrassing. I hoped to God that his neighbors weren't home.

"S-Spencer," I whined.

I felt his smirk as he continued his assault on my core.

"Where did this all come from?"

Spencer raised his head to look at me, a draft between my legs now where he once was. His chin glistened in the dimly lit room. Knowing that was me all over his mouth made my stomach flutter.

"No talking," Spencer commanded.

I had to restrain myself from saying "Yes sir!" Although he probably would've liked it.

Before I could think about what was going on, he dipped a finger into me.

"Spencer Reid-"

I liked the way his name felt in my mouth when I moaned. Almost as much as I liked his fingers knuckle deep inside of me.

He pushed another finger in and stroked my sweet spot. How did he find it so fast?

My muscles tightened and I grabbed at the sheets with my sweaty, shaking hands. I panted in time with his fingers moving inside me. With his other hand he rubbed my clit aggressively, seeing how close I was to becoming undone all over him.

But as soon as I felt my climax closing in, he withdrew his fingers and smirked down at me.

"What the hell?" I almost yelled at him.

His smirk only grew as he sucked his fingers off.

"Not yet. I wanna feel you cum on my dick, pretty thing."

I threw my head back and bit my lip, trying to keep from screaming.

"That's my girl. You stay just like that."

I stayed where I was even as I heard him undress. I had never wanted to look at him so bad in all the time we'd been together.

"Spencer, please," I whimpered.

"Look up."

I raised my head slowly, my muscles shaking. He was naked from the waist down and he was lining himself up painfully slow.

"Oops, I almost forgot," he said quietly. He then reached over to his nightstand and pulled a condom out of one of the drawers. "Don't wanna get you pregnant... just yet."

I stifled another moan at his words. He was going to be the death of me.

"Just fuck me already, Spencer."

He looked me in the eyes with an amused expression as he finished putting the condom on.

"I'm coming," he murmured.

Spencer leaned over and kissed me sweetly. I felt him enter me and I opened my mouth against his in shock. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue in my mouth, which I definitely wasn't mad about.

Our tongues danced against each other as he pounded into me. Each time he would slip out, he simply rammed his dick back inside me.

I grabbed at his shoulders and his hair, anywhere I could get ahold of. His mouth left mine and relocated to my neck. Soft grunts escaped his lips as he nibbled my skin, sending vibrations into my neck.

I felt myself falling apart around him and I knew he did too.

"Cum for me," he grunted out in my ear.

His words and his noises, coupled with the sound of his slick skin against mine made me unravel completely. I tightened around him and came forcefully, my thighs even more slick than before.

I hadn't realized I moaned throughout my orgasm until the room got quiet. I opened my eyes and saw Spencer completely lost in thought. His eyes were closed and his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat.

I held onto his shoulders weakly and grinned, trying to catch my breath.

"Your turn, Dr."

His eyes shot open and he looked down at me, as if he forgot I was there. The thrusts were becoming more and more sloppy and I felt his arms begin to shake as he continued to hold himself up.

"The things you do to me, (Y/N)," were his only words before he collapsed on top of me, the condom now filled to the brim with liquid.

We laid in silence, except for the sound of our mingled panting. A stupid grin spread across my face and my eyes fluttered shut in contentment.

Spencer removed himself and threw away the soiled condom. He grabbed a new pair of pajama pants for himself and handed me a change of clothes after placing a sloppy kiss on my lips.

"We should do that again sometime," he said as he laid down.

I smiled and finished changing into the clothes Spencer had grabbed for me. My legs shook as I walked back over to the bed. I fell next to him with a huff.

"Maybe next time you can undress me."

Spencer blushed slightly.

"I'm not apologizing. The way you look in the uniform just gets to me," he laughed breathlessly.

I laughed with him and cuddled into his side.

"I love you, Spencer."

"And I love you, pretty thing."

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empiresmostwanted · 3 years

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Get To Know Me Tag

Thank you so much to @moonsoflothal, @starrdvstkenobi, and @higher-further-faster-bb for tagging me (and I'm so sorry it took me so long to get to this, I saved them to my drafts and then forgot about it until now, oops!)

Last Song → Soul Of A Man - Koda [FFM Remix] (from the Assassin's Creed: Valhalla cinematic trailer *chef's kiss*)

Last Movie → The Secret Garden (2020) - I didn't enjoy this one as much as the 1993 adaptation, which was so much of my childhood and more faithful to the book, but it was still lovely and the cast was great, I'd recommend it)

Currently Reading → Star Wars: Pirate's Price by Lou Anders – thanks @queenevac for the recommendation, I'm loving it so far 😉

Currently Watching → Star Wars: Resistance (I don't have a problem, I swear, I'm definitely not hyperfixating on everything Star Wars right now, no sir)

Currently Craving → Hot Chocolate. It's not even cold today, I just feel like it, but have nothing in the house to make it with. It would just be hot milk. Beh. Also Rex (I blame The Bad Batch trailer for this).

Some no pressure tags → @obihoekenobi, @nottonyharrison, @skywalker-tano-kenobi, @queenevac, @thisistheendtimes, @disasterlineage, anyone else who'd like to give it a go! 💜

#tags

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maybeimamuppet · 2 years

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day 22: wearing onesies

day 22!! three more days!! eep! also OOPS i apparently forgot to make my drafts the other day. so. have this now :) sorry.

janis is 20 and cady is 19 in this one :) and yes it is kind of important

enjoy!

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“Why is Janis pouting today?” Damian asks in his game show host voice while Janis is slumped over the kitchen counter. She’s fully decked in her reindeer onesie, so all he can see is her antlers and little deer face as she groans miserably into the granite.

“I miss Caddy.”

“I know,” Damian replies gently. “I miss her too. But you only have a few more months until we’re home for spring break.”

Janis pokes one chocolate brown eye up to glare at him. “I don’t wanna wait. I need Caddy cuddles.”

“I’m right here.”

“It’s not the same,” Janis groans again. “You never let me be big spoon.”

“Because you’re, like, half a foot smaller than me,” Damian replies, tickling her nose with some tinsel he’s hanging up.

“Caddy’s smaller than me and she gets to be big spoon sometimes.”

“Caddy is smaller than every human in existence, if you didn’t let her be big spoon she’d never get a chance.”

“She deserves it,” Janis says, returning to her reindeer hood cave and continuing to pout at the countertop. Damian pats her back comfortingly and checks his phone for news from Cady.

“You order something?” Janis asks when the doorbell rings, furrowing her brow in confusion. Damian grins to himself as he finishes tacking up some more decorations.

“Yeah, could you grab it for me?”

“Fine. Lazy ass.”

“I’m decorating!”

“Whatever,” Janis calls as she unlocks their apartment door and pulls it open. Her eyes go comically wide when she sees her girlfriend standing on the other side. Cady laughs and squeezes her as Janis rockets into a hug, knocking her back against the far wall in the hallway.

“Hi, lovely,” she murmurs with a chuckle. “What the hell are you wearing?”

“What are you doing here?!” Janis demands with a sniffle, refusing to let go of Cady and, in fact, cuddling closer into her warm neck.

“I wanted to surprise you,” Cady says, taking Janis’ hood down and gently stroking through her hair. “I know how upset you were that you couldn’t come home. I got a ticket last minute to come to you. Love, are you crying?”

“No.” Janis sobs. “Yeah.”

“Aww, sweetheart,” Cady coos. “Let me in, come here.”

Janis continues weeping quietly as Cady is finally allowed entry into their apartment. Cady kicks the door shut behind her and plops her suitcase down before reaching for her girlfriend with a sad pout. Janis buries her face in her neck and clings to her tightly.

“Hey, Cads,” Damian greets as if the situation he’s walked in on in the entryway is totally normal. Cady smiles and gently pats Janis’ back.

“Hi D. Place looks nice!”

“Thanks,” Damian chuckles. “She was just bitching about how much she missed you.”

“I wasn’t bitching!” Janis insists with a sniffle. “I was whining.”

“Same difference,” Damian scoffs. “Go cuddle your girlfriend, you simp. I need to start dinner.”

“It’s impossible not to simp for Caddy!”

“Come on, Bluejay,” Cady chuckles. Janis helpfully grabs her bags and follows her to her bedroom. Once they make it, Cady is promptly tackled to the bed for more snuggles. “Hey.”

“Hi.” Janis mumbles into Cady’s chest. “Nice sweater.”

“Thanks,” Cady giggles. “Nice… reindeer.”

“You weren’t supposed to see this,” Janis mutters in embarrassment. “Didn’t know you were coming.”

“It’s cute! You look comfy,” Cady coos. “My little deer. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“You’ve never seen a onesie?”

“A what?”

Janis begrudgingly peels herself up and opens part of her closet, revealing a wide array of different onesies. “A onesie.”

“Mpenzi, I’m from Kenya. I slept in my flannels and cargo shorts every night,” Cady giggles. Janis shudders at the idea of sleeping in khaki. “They look cozy, though.”

“You wanna try one?”

Cady nods and goes to pick one from Janis’ impressive collection. “You have an Olaf onesie?”

“Yeah.”

“You have an Olaf onesie.”

“…Yeah.”

“You have an Olaf onesie.”

“What part of this isn’t clicking? You have an Olaf onesie in your hands.”

“I can see that,” Cady says, still blinking confusedly at the wall. “My brain just doesn’t compute that it belongs to my fishnets-and scary-boots-and-jackets-with-Frida-Kahlo-painted-on-them-wearing girlfriend.”

“Oh.” Janis says. “I don’t wear it often.”

“Apparently,” Cady chuckles. “I’ll wear this one. Olaf deserves some more love.”

Janis sits on her bed and watches eagerly as Cady strips off her layers before stepping into and zipping up her new onesie. It’s Janis’ size, and even a bit large on her, so Cady is drowning in it. The hood covers so much of her face that the carrot nose is almost in the right place, and she has rather long onesie paws hanging over her hands.

“What do you think?” Cady asks, brushing the hood up from her eyes and grinning at Janis.

“I think I need some warm hugs,” Janis replies, making grabby hands for her girlfriend. Cady shuffles over and flops on top of her before rolling over so Janis is pinning her to the bed.

“Better?”

“Much,” Janis hums contently, resting her head on Cady’s shoulder and purring quietly as Cady massages just behind her ear. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” Cady whispers. “Missed this.”

“How long are you here?”

“A couple weeks. I go back on the tenth.”

Cady feels Janis’ happy grin against her neck and giggles at the little kisses she presses there. She kisses Janis’ forehead gently a couple times and squishes her even closer. They both go quiet, just breathing in the familiar scents of each other and delighting in finally being reunited for the holiday.

Cady stares at the decorations Janis has resorted to doing on her ceiling while she twists little strands of her hair together. Janis’ usually blonde ends are green this week for Christmas.

She hears a quiet whistling after about ten minutes, and peeks to see that Janis is completely asleep. She has Cady totally pinned to the bed and is snoring faintly in her ear. Cady grins and continues stroking through Janis’ hair, holding her close and occasionally kissing her forehead.

Janis’ nose scrunches up every time, but the corners of her mouth always tick up in a little grin as the kisses find their place in whatever she’s dreaming about.

She does eventually roll over and off of Cady, removing some of the insufferable heat caused by snuggling in fleecy onesies. Cady sighs in relief and attempts to get up, but Janis snatches her hand back before she can go and has her effectively stuck once more.

“You’re really inconvenient, sometimes,” she whispers lovingly, brushing some stray hairs away from Janis’ face and kissing her forehead. Janis wiggles closer until she’s completely pressed into Cady’s chest once again. Cady smiles and kisses her hair, tangling their legs together and holding her closer.

—-

Cady’s half asleep herself when Damian comes strutting in. “Dinner’s ready, bitches.”

“Shh,” Cady hushes, pointing to Janis. “She’s asleep.”

“Oh,” Damian whispers. “Oops.”

“What are you doing?”

“Blackmail material,” Damian replies, taking pictures from several angles of a remarkably soft Janis aggressively cuddling her girlfriend. And still in the reindeer onesie. “Man, did something happen between Sven and Olaf that I missed?”

“Damian Hubbard,” Cady whispers, trying not to laugh too hard. “You’re revolting. Get out of here.”

“Fine. I have food when you want it,” Damian chuckles, taking his leave.

“Thanks,” Cady calls after him quietly.

Janis snuffles and stirs slightly in her sleep, but seems to drift off again once Cady starts gently scratching her scalp.

“You have no idea how much I love you, mpendwa,” Cady whispers. “How much you mean to me. How much I love this. How much it hurts me to be away from you. You have no idea how thankful I am to have met you. But every day I thank the stars for you. Someday I’ll be able to let you know properly. But for now I’ll say it while you sleep. I love you, I love you, I love you. More than anything.”

Janis tries her best, but she can’t hold back her wide smile as her eyes flutter open. Cady stares at her as if she’s just made the worst mistake of her life. Janis takes action and rolls over to pin Cady down again, holding Cady’s hands above her head and bending down to kiss her.

“You have no idea what you mean to me,” she purrs softly. “How much I’ve missed having you in my arms, feeling your lips against mine. How much I hate our goodbyes and love our welcome home’s. No matter how many times I tell you, it won’t ever be enough to let you know how much you mean to me. How much I love you.”

Cady squeaks and flushes bright red beneath her. Janis grins and kisses her again. Cady returns it eagerly before she breaks away with a gasp. “I hate-how thin-the walls are here.”

“I know, right?” Janis chuckles. “Maybe I can get rid of Damian for a while at some point and welcome you home properly.”

Cady grins at her. “You’ve called this my home twice now.”

“Isn’t it?”

“No,” Cady replies, hooking her legs around Janis’ waist and switching their places. “You are.”

“So technically,” Janis replies, holding onto Cady’s bum. “I’m not wrong.”

Cady rolls her eyes. “Technically, no. Now shush.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Guys, what the hell is taking you so long? Your dinner is getting co-Jesus Christ okaybye.” Damian says, entering the room and immediately turning to leave.

“Every goddamn time,” Janis groans. Cady rolls off of her with a pout. “Later, baby. Let’s go eat.”

“I have other things I’d rather eat.”

Janis crashes into the wall in shock. “Caddy!”

“What? I’m just saying.”

“Later,” Janis says again, trying to get rid of her blush before Damian can mock her endlessly for it.

“Hell of a way to welcome your girlfriend, Janjan. Pin her to the bed and immediately fall asleep on top of her,” Damian teases instead, handing over a reheated portion of pizza.

“Ooh, yay,” Cady says happily. “I love your cooking.”

“You guys can’t con me into cooking all your meals.”

“I can get Janis to, it’s okay.”

“Hey, what?” Janis asks around a mouthful of delicious pizza. “No you can’t. We have a schedule.”

“I could change that if I wanted to.”

“What?” Janis insists.

“You can’t resist my puppy eyes. You know you can’t.”

“Yes I can!” Janis huffs, making her deer hood fall in her eyes. Damian and Cady both shoot her a look. “I can!”

Cady winks at Damian and pulls her best eyes at her girlfriend. Janis’ lips instantly purse in her effort to resist. Cady hasn’t even asked for anything yet. “Jayjay.”

“Hnn.”

“Jayjay, will you pleeeease give me a bite of your pizza? I want to try some of your kind.”

“They’re exactly the same!”

“Just one bite?” Cady continues pouting. She can see Janis’ brain running overdrive, as she debates with herself about whether to give in. Cady kicks it up a notch and leans in, resting her chin on Janis’ chest and blinking up at her pitifully. “I love you.”

“No, you can’t use love against me!” Janis huffs.

“There’s no rules in love, my love,” Cady hums, wrapping her whole body around Janis’ torso. “Pwease?”

Janis tenses. Cady’s really pulling out all the stops here. Resist, Jani- “Fine!”

Cady giggles victoriously and steals her bite. Janis crosses her arms and disappears into her deer costume.

“Where’d you go, lovey?”

“Janis can’t admit defeat,” Damian sighs.

“It’s not defeat!” Janis yells, muffled since she refuses to emerge from her onesie. Cady pushes her hood up and peppers kisses over her hair.

“Come on, lovely, I miss you,” she coaxes. “I haven’t seen your pretty face in a whole month and now you’re hiding from me.”

Janis begrudgingly pokes her face half-out, glaring at the other two. Cady kisses her nose and smoothes her frizzy hair back down.

“You can’t resist mine, either,” Janis pouts, finally revealing herself fully.

“I don’t pretend to be able to,” Cady giggles. “That was impressive, though, I had to do almost all of my tricks.”

“Almost?!”

“There’s things you don’t know about me.”

“Like what?” Damian asks in concern. “Have you killed someone?”

“Could be!” Cady replies brightly. “You’ll never know.”

“What the fuck?!”

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“Damian, you should wear onesies with us!” Cady insists after they finish the dishes from dinner. “They’re so cozy, I had no idea.”

“You’ve never worn a onesie?” Damian replies in shock. “Oh, Kenya, right.”

“Janis has a bunch! Go pick one and then we can watch movies!”

“You’re like a cat,” Janis hums lovingly. “You eat and then have the most energy in the fucking world and then pass out in my lap.”

“Yeah!” Cady replies, actually bouncing up and down slightly. Janis grins and picks her up. For some reason, being off the ground seems to calm Cady down a little bit. Damian rolls his eyes affectionately and disappears to Janis’ room to borrow one of her other onesies.

“No canoodling while I’m gone! I live here too!”

“I think we can get away with a little canoodling,” Janis hums, sitting down on the couch and holding Cady in her lap. Cady smiles widely and presses up a bit higher to kiss her at the best angle.

They’re almost able to forget Damian is still there by the time he returns. Cady startles violently when he yells, “I said no canoodling!”

“Cheese and crackers!”

“Sorry Cads.”

“It’s fine,” Cady giggles, resting a hand over her rapidly beating heart. “Now, movies. What do I get introduced to this year?”

“We could binge Hallmark movies,” Damian offers.

“Those are all the same, though,” Janis groans.

“That’s the whole point, Jan.”

“True.”

“What’s Hallmark?” Cady asks. Janis chuckles and kisses her cheek.

“You’ll just have to watch one and then you’ve seen every single Hallmark movie ever made. But we’ll show you,” she replies. Cady sits back down next to her and smiles widely as Janis crawls into her lap for a change. “I get to stay here, though.”

“I’m definitely not complaining,” Cady giggles. Damian heads to make them some popcorn, giving them another dangerous moment alone. Cady peppers little kisses all over Janis’ face. “I love you. I’m glad we get to be together for the holidays.”

“You have no idea,” Janis whispers, resting a hand on the back of Cady’s fuzzy hood and holding her close. “I love you too.”

Cady shifts to a better position to continue, carefully holding around Janis’ shoulders and legs. Unfortunately, she forgets about her carrot nose and gives Janis a solid poke in the eye.

“Fucking carrot!”

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hope you enjoyed!! see you tomorrow!!

#cadnis #paint by numbers #space safari #cady heron x janis sarkisian #cady x janis #cady heron #janis sarkisian #damian hubbard #mean girls #mean girls musical #mean girls broadway #mean girls the musical #mean girls on broadway #cadvent

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tomsrebeleyebrow · 4 years

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Cheers, darling | th x fem!reader

@follow-tom-holland-is-spiderman asked: DAMN IT I JUST REMEMBERED. May I please request a tom x reader blurb where TOM BRINGS CHAMPAGNE AND THEY CELEBRATE SOMETHING TOGETHER *cough* sound familiar?! *cough* I love you my pêche so feel free to turn it into what ever you want 🍑 💕

Warnings: lots of fluff and cute gestures, SMUT including unprotected sex (wrap it up kids, even on pill), drinking (drunk sex maybe?? not that much), swearing, teasing, dirty talk an oral (f and m receiving).

Word Count: around 5.1k (christ)

A/N: ooooh my lovely cheeky little shy 😏✨ trust me, I did NOT forget about that request of yours but like... idk it was still in my drafts for some reason? oops I guess 😂 oh! and I decided to make it a oneshot hehe 🙊 did I get carried away? oh 1000% yes. but do I regret it? ... NOT AT AAAAAALL 🙈 anyway enjoy this one and stay safe, sweetheart 💖

‘Stay safe, Cheer up’ blurb event

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You yawn.

The living room is plunged into darkness, the only ounce of light coming from the tv screen. Today at work completely tired you out as your lunch break only lasted ten minutes. Just thinking about it gives you a headache. But stopping by the Thai restaurant on your way home to get some takeouts was the brightest idea of the day. And now your belly was full and pleased, in comfy pyjamas and messy bun.

Later, a knock on the front door draws your attention away from the cheesy slasher your were currently watching all evening. Intrigued, you slide off the couch and makes your way over to the door with a frown, wondering who could this be so late at night. Turning the knob and sliding open the door, you are actually mildly startled to see Tom, your boyfriend, with his signature smile and both his hands occupied on her doorstep.

"Hey, darling! Surprised you, huh?" Tom chuckles, sliding past you as you give him both a tired and confused look but don’t bother to say anything yet.

You were not supposed to see each other until tomorrow for lunch, as the boy had a few meetings all day today but also the next day in the morning.

"I sent you a couple of texts but didn’t get any answer” begins Tom while walking through the dark living room, switching the lights on as he keeps walking.

“I thought you might be asleep already, but now I'm really glad you're awake" Tom hums as he heads to the kitchen to put on the counter what he brought, you soon following behind him. “We can celebrate together, it's almost midnight!"

"Uhm- celebrate what, Tom?"

"Your birthday of course, silly!" he stares at you wide eyed. "Even if we planned to celebrate it tomorrow as it’s your day off, I wanted to make something a bit more original and do it a first time as midnight passes. So I manage to make all my meetings today and have all tomorrow free to be with you."

Tom starts emptying the bags to reveal some fancy delicacies. Now standing close to him, your eyes follow whatever he takes out and displays on the counter, beginning with a small pastel cardboard box, a pink and black bag with the familiar letters “V” and “S” on it and two bottles of champagne. Dom Pérignon’s bottles. As he brings the box closer, Tom delicately slides it open just enough for you to catch sight of the cake he knows you like so much.

"W-Wow, I wasn’t expecting this at all..." you almost whisper, still surprised by all this.

Turning to face him, your cheeks warm at the actual closeness, one of his arms sliding around your shoulders, his free hand resting on the counter as Tom leaves a kiss on your forehead.

"This is only a nice sneak peek of tomorrow, baby."

The arm around you slides around your hips, pulling you forward as you rest the flat of your palms on his torso with fluttering eyes. When you glance up to his face, his expression looks completely intense and even a bit flustered himself, before Tom picks you up and slides you onto the counter next to the cake box. Both of his hands ease apart your knees and he places himself in between, capturing your lips before you can even speak one word.

"My soon-to-be Birthday Girl."

You can’t help but laugh, even if it is drowned by his warm lips. You cup his face in your hands, keeping him in place while he switches from simple pecks to cheeky nibbles and smooth long kisses. Such a straightforward yet endearing attention fed by the need to make you feel like a total queen. His queen.

"If you keep going, we might miss midnight, Tommy" you mumble detaching from his hungry lips that instantly found their way to the side of your neck, with growls.

You couldn't deny that neck kisses are one of your greatest weaknesses.

“Dammit, I almost forgot...” Tom groans into your neck, pecking it a last time before he reluctantly parts from you. “Alright, take this and go try it on while I get everything ready over there. But be quick!”

As Tom kisses your nose, he places in your hands the pink and black bag he brought and soon leaves the space between your legs, making you come down the counter. He almost pushes you out of the kitchen to frantically open all your cupboards to find what he needs.

Without waisting more time, you bring the gift bag with you back to your bedroom. Once there you sit on your bed and carefully open it, untying the beautiful silk knot to then put it next to you on the mattress. Bitting your bottom lip, your hand finally plunges into the bag, now excited to see what your boyfriend bought that he quickly wants to see you wearing it, so you take everything out.

Disposing the now empty bag onto the bed, you neatly unfold all the pink papers on your knees to now discover a beautiful set of lingerie. The fabric almost slips under your touch, the lace feeling delicate and sophisticated like you could never imagine. Even the colour looks so much more appealing on it, the gorgeous navy blue reminding you of the bikini you wore during your last vacation together in Positano, Italy. Apparently, Tom seems to like you wearing this particular colour...

As you manage to not get lost in your memories from that delightful holiday, you stand and slip out of your pyjamas and underwear to quickly put the new one on. And damn, it does put you to your best advantage: from the beautifully detailed bralette, that still accentuate your breast to its best, to the sexy indent panties that just leave nothing to the imagination, all of it almost see-through. You cheeks redden at all the inappropriate thoughts you can’t stop, thinking about what’s to come making things even worse.

Suddenly you remember Tom saying to be quick, so you check on your alarm clock to see it is now 11:51pm. Oof, just in time! You rapidly put your pyjama backon, taking an extra minute to rearrange your hair into something more decent. Then you exist your room and scamper back in the kitchen, but to see no one there.

“In the living room, darling!” Tom calls you in the other room, so you quickly join him there.

When you pass the doorframe, you suddenly stop on your tracks at the unexpected scenery before your eyes. The living room lights has been subdued to create a cosy ambience, a few candles lit and meticulously arranged in the room and Tom, being a natural hottie without even trying, sits on the couch with everything he brought placed on the coffee table. This simple gesture makes your heart beats like crazy, you almost being on the verge of crying because you never received this much affection by anyone before.

Tom wakes you from your thoughts as he is now standing, his hand extended to you for you to take it. So you take his offered hand, delicately squeezing it, while he walks you both to the couch to sit.

“Tom, this is-”

Your words are cut off by Tom’s index finger pressing slightly onto your full lips.

“After, princess” he almost whispers with a wink, “For now, let’s celebrate.”

True to his words, Tom detaches from you to check his phone. As he notices there is only one minute left before midnight, he takes a lighter he found in your kitchen and lights the adorable candle on the cake. The nice writing “Happy Birthday (Y/N)” on it fills your belly with tones of butterflies, the bright smile now on your face slightly hurting your cheeks.

As midnight finally comes, Tom brings the lighten birthday cake to you. The burning candle reflects in his warm coffee eyes, emphasising his facial features you love so much.

“Happy birthday, (Y/N).”

After smiling at each other, your eyes locked for at least five good seconds, you approach your face towards the candle and slowly blow it as you make a silent wish. Once done, you gently cup Tom’s face in your hand to bring it close to yours and share a long passionate kiss.

“Thank you, Tom. So much” you mumble against his lips, the smile never leaving both your face.

“Anything for you, gorgeous” Tom says while slightly bumping your nose with his, making you giggle.

Once you pull away from each other Tom carefully cuts two generous slices of cake, giving you yours first and then serving himself. You can’t wait but take a mouthful of the delicious dessert, exhaling loudly at the savoury fruity flavour you always love.

You soon notice Tom standing again while taking one of the fresh bottles of champagne in his hands, starting to open it.

“Please, don’t hurt yourself... or me” you comment, half joking but also quite unsure.

“I’m a pro at it, darling, don’t worry!”

And he actually is. The sudden “pop” of the cork resonates in your apartment as Tom clumsily makes it in time to fill the two flute glasses before any champagne goes onto your carpet. Putting the bottle back in the ice bucket, Tom gives you your glass and sits again with his next to you. You can already the delicate smell of the fancy bubbly liquid filling your nostrils.

“Cheers, darling” Tom hums as he presents his flute glass to yours, once again locking eyes with you.

“Cheers, baby. And thank you so much again” you state, smiling, while clicking both glasses together.

After eating half of the cake and drinking one bottle of the bubbly wine - the second one already open, you and Tom are now a bit drunk, laughing for nothing and more touchy. You are actually hugging him, both legs resting over his thighs as you share another stupid story at work in between giggles. Tom lovingly listens to you (you’re not sure if he really does), his cheeks now pink from all the champagne as one arm surrounds your shoulders, his hand caressing along it.

Then a sneaky peck here quickly turns into languid and sloppy kisses there, including nibbling and grabbing at each other. In the end, you find yourself straddling Tom’s hips as both your lips seems stick to the other.

"Let me see my gift on you, darling. I waited way enough" Tom rasps, licking the flat of his tongue along the edge of your neck and up to the shell of your ear, where he paces his lips around it and sucks for a few seconds.

He smirks at the way both of your hands slide over his shoulders wanting to hold onto him. Tom then pulls back to show you his confident and smug expression that has you pursing your lips together. Damn him for being cute and hot at the same time... but why would you refuse this pleasant offer to him? Anyway, your mind is mostly filled with bubbles to make you think properly by now. And in a way too frisky mood.

So you part a little from your boyfriend, whose hands keep their grips onto your bottom. As you stare at him with blurry eyes, you then start fidgeting with the bottom of your shirt to tease Tom. At some point, when feeling him wriggle under you, the friction slowly killing him, you remove the shirt in one motion and throw it somewhere behind the couch and you can’t miss the almost animalistic growl leaving Tom’s mouth. Quickly proceeding with the little show, you then try to stand while putting your hands on his thighs for support and still between his legs, you get rid off your pyjama pants, now on total display for your boyfriend’s eyes only.

“Holy fuck-” Tom breaths out, licking his lips as he contemplates you up and down. “I’ve got fucking great tastes, you look damn ravishing darling” he then smirks as he lets you sit on him again, lifting your hands to caress his cheeks.

His expression softens a bit before meeting you in the middle for several kisses, his hands finally in contact with more skin. You barely manage to give him a sassy remark before Tom just rolls you both over, laying you down onto the couch before climbing on top of you. After pushing at your knees, he feels along all of your womanly curves making you feel warm and delightfully tingly.

“It’s not even my birthday but fuck does it feel like it” Tom groans over your frame, his eyes appreciating every inch of your exposed skin.

Giggling softly at him with red cheeks, you caress one of your hands down his still clothed chest and the other along his astute cheek bones, before encouraging him to come closer. When his muscular neck is in range, you lift up and kiss him all over, feeling empowered from the way he growls your name like he really enjoys the texture of your pink appendages.

"Ah- Tommy..." you moan softly right next to his ear when he tiptoes his fingers up your inner thigh to tease a few of his digits up and down against your lace panties.

Tom smirks at the way your body arched backwards and both of your hands cling to him, while he rasps seductively about the fact that he can feel you getting wet already. You pout at him while tugging at his shirt, which Tom gladly lets you pull off and toss to the floor.

“So... got another gift for me, baby?”

Giggling at your own question, you admire his muscular physique by outlining your finger tips along his hunky six pack. His skin looks a little pink and flustered because of all the champagne consumed maybe, but Tom quickly recovers by cupping your chin and pulling you to meet his lips for several warm and passionate kisses. The press of his tongue catches you off guard so much that you become dizzy with the hungry lap of his muscle all over your mouth, noting every slick surface you have to offer.

Unable to breath, you whimper into his mouth and he finally parts with an erotic sheen of lewd saliva connecting your tongues together. With desire and lust forming in his beautiful brown eyes, he leans down towards your chest and starts hastily to press his lips right between your breasts, each kiss more enticing and hungry as he keeps going.

Both of his hands caress over your stomach and hips, before toying with the edge of your panties. Getting now more aroused, you slowly ease your legs up and spread them apart, giving him an enticing view of the trail to your clothed core. You seductively whimper again, staring right at Tom as you trail your hands over your breasts and down between your legs.

“For fuck sake (Y/N)-”

His fine lips go back to kissing your knees, inner thighs and even against the soft silky material of your panties. However, even as you moan from the sensual sway of pleasure, Tom doesn't stop here and continues to edge his way up your stomach, enjoying the way you jitter as he licks your belly button and slides up between your breasts until he is sucking at a soft patch of your neck.

"Mhm, baby..." you practically purr to him, leaning your head back to allow the boy to have all the skin he wants.

Tom smirks against your soft flesh, subtly liking the sway of your hands that gently pet through his hair and down his smooth back muscles. He then sneaks his hands under your back to undo your bra, even though he clearly appreciates how more gorgeous you look wearing his new gift.

After leaving you at least two or three pulsating and vibrant love bites, Tom makes you softly gasp in surprise at the way he yanks your bra along your arms and immediately starts sucking on the closest nip. The hungry sway of his tongue has you moaning and leaning your head back to close your eyes, losing yourself to his enticing warm rhythm.

His other hand wrapped around the other breast squeezing, squishing and even rolling the perky little nub between his thumb and index finger, till he finally decides to move his lips over the other and shows it some love as well.

Tom admires how glossy and wet your tip appears, while rasping that every single part of your body belongs to him. Which he demonstrates by biting close to your nipple almost hard enough to leave light impressions of his teeth. A sharp gasp of his name escapes your lips the moment you feel the pleasurable type of pain his possessive desires want to give you. Once Tom is done nipping all over your breasts, he grins at the way you are panting and looking rather vulnerable beneath him.

"Mhm, I have an idea" Tom murmurs, freeing you from your bra completely before grabbing your hips and rolling with you. As you find yourself on top of your boyfriend again, the boy then encourages you to turn around until your knees are on either side of his head, his dark hungry eyes staring up at the damp circle that outlines your intimate lower lips.

Extending his tongue, Tom leans up and laps down the middle of your clothed slit.

"F-fuck, Tommy..." you pant, staring down at the very clear aroused outline of his hard cock, still covered with his jeans. Lifting one hand, you feel along his shape, biting your lip feeling just how much his girth wants to be set free.

While continuing to lick against your panties, Tom shamelessly grabs your ass, pulling down until your are basically sitting on his face. However, he seems to thoroughly enjoy this as he makes out passionately with your lips to soak your lingerie with his saliva and your combined arousal.

"You've made your panties so wet, baby... ‘must really feel turned on, uh?" he teases, making you squeak and jitter as he takes an intimate whiff against your clothed sex making it difficult for you to focus on unzipping his pants like you want to.

"Let’s take these off so I can really please my Birthday Girl..."

With warm cheeks you clumsily lift yourself up, making it easier for him to tug at your lace panties and toss them on the floor behind him. Just the heat from his eyes observing what makes you a woman is enough to have you tingling all over your body.

You murmur something incomprehensible, feeling absolutely sensational as he goes back to make out passionately with your lower lips and even presses his tongue into your folds.

Finding your own desire to make Tom feel good, you finally work his pants and boxers down enough to free his stout cock and immediately start licking him up and down while curling your fingers around the base. The rhythm your hand starts working on must feel amazing to him, because Tom pauses to groan in such a way that you feel the heat of his breath against your clit.

Adding your other hand, you pump his length from both sides while parting and wetting your lips with your tongue, before wrapping around the tip and bobbing back and forth. You feel his hips want more as they press up, wanting to feel more of your throat, such a motion making you feel powerful as you are now in control and clearly giving him a type of pleasure he enjoys a lot.

"Shit- you know I fucking like it when ya use your tongue like that, doll..." Tom grunts, getting off on the feeling of your muscle running along his girth you work more and more into your mouth.

But at some point you have to move both of your hands and just use them for stability, as you press against his thighs and try to give him a fast and deep pace.

Tom seems to all but forgets he is the one supposed to give you pleasure as well, but honestly you don’t mind as you can almost picture his flushed and trying not to groan facial features. His girth is completely enveloped by your luscious lips and nearly poking the back of your throat, which has you salivating heavily.

When you pull away with the slickest of sensations dripping from you chin, Tom nearly hisses as if he is in pain, but you quickly start pumping him with your hand. You then place your lips back against his tip, working this rhythm and unable to say out loud that you want to taste him. Still, you make sure he can feel your lips as you keep bobbing until Tom groans your name, pressing his hips up as he fills your throat with his bitter liquid.

Sliding off his member, your lips feel tingly and numb while you swallow his hot juices and wipe any excess from your chin.

"Damn Tom, y-you almost killed me there..." you pant to him, laying your head down against his knee as you complain about how he thrusted his hips at the last second and nearly had you gagging.

"I blame you for having such an irresistible mouth..." Tom snickers which makes your cheeks warm despite the small tired smile on your lips.

Turning his head, he now starts sucking at your inner thigh until a hickey is forming, as he promised to make you feel just as good as he did or even better.

You purr and close your eyes as Tom sensual licks a circle around your slit, enjoying the flavour of your womanhood that has your core glistening. As soon as he presses deep into your folds with the enamoring girth of his tongue, you moan loudly and squeeze your hands against his legs. It nearly feels like, if you ever let go of him, you would simply float away from how delightful the pleasure he is giving you feel.

"Oh... Tom... A-aah... I-I feel so lightheaded..."

Tom seems to like how desperate you sound as he firmly grabs your bottom again, pushing your core down onto his tongue as deeply as he can, and thrusting his thick muscle back and forth. Your mewls of pleasure feed his desire as he feels your body writhing and your hands gripping tightly at his strong thighs until your walls clench and soak his lips.

Sliding his hands to your hips, Tom pushes you to lay at his side - making sure you securely sit between the back of the couch and his body - while he licks at his lips. He then can’t help but chuckle at the hazy and dark blush that swarms your cheeks, still panting from your orgasm.

The boy proudly smirks, pushing fully at his pants and boxers to slide the rest of the way off his legs and crumple to the floor, leaving him just as naked as you are.

You can’t help but bite your bottom lip at his handsome and muscular body, before Tom eases back and curled his index finger at you. As if under a spell, you raise yourself and turn back around facing him before straddling his hips once again.

"So you want me to ride you, baby? Mhm, I like being on top" you smugly smile down to him with a small giggle, as you caress both hands up and down his chest while you edge down to meet his lips.

"Gotta admit this view isn't bad at all..." Tom chuckles as he drags his eyes up and down your womanly curves.

He can see absolutely everything you have to offer and he loves it so much. Then Tom’s hands caress your stomach, going up until he is fondling your breasts.

"Mmh, my turn, Tommy. Let me fully enjoy my gift..."

Pushing at his hands, you lean down and admire his pretty eyes before kissing his check tenderly and sliding down to his neck. Tom seems to enjoy the soft pecks you give his skin and encourages you to leave him a few hickeys.

After suckling a few patches of his delicious and smooth skin, you edge down his chest until you can tease his six pack with some tickling licks that may have him wiggling beneath you, indicating a slight ticklish aspect about him.

"(Y/N), you’re such a fucking tease... I'm about to just shove you down onto my co-"

"Shush, Tom" you laugh while kissing his stomach, cutting him off. "I’m the Birthday Girl today, so l can do whatever I want to you."

Lifting your hips, you make sure your core is right over his cock as you stroke him, but there is really no need because he is already hard again.

"Appreciate me another time, now I want to fuck you so bad."

You can’t help but snort, biting your lip as Tom pets your thighs. Giving into what your impatient boyfriend wants, you ease your wet lips down onto the tip of his cock, before pressing yourself all the way and leaning your head back to moan in delight from feeling so full.

"Ngh... Oh, Tom..." you praise, leaning forward to caress his chest while you let yourself get used to his girth.

After leaning over to give him a couple of kisses, while caressing his cheeks and up through his hair, you lift your hips and press yourself back down. You soon develop a nice and pleasurable rhythm for both of you, that instantly make you both moan while feeling his girth rub along your warm walls in accurate intimate details.

"Fuck- watching ya ride me is such a turn on, gorgeous..." Tom hazes, making you gasp and mewl his name as he cups his hands around your breast. He squeezes then rolls them with his entire palm, helping them jiggle even more than they already where which has you completely arching your back.

You keep whimpering as the boy completely devours you with the eyes. Once again with the idea of pleasuring you first, he yanks your body forward enough to claim one of your nips and sucks on your flesh roughly.

"O-oh, t-that feels so good... Oh Tommy, you're so deep inside me..." you purr into his ear, squeezing his shoulders to help yourself and stay balanced. But your legs start to tremble and the pace you are working at is dying down little by little from fatigue.

"Give me your fine ass, baby and lean into me" Tom husks as he reaches behind your back, sliding down your soft skin until his strong hands grope over your bottom, giving it a tight grip as you let out a squeal at the feeling.

You smile gratefully, wrapping your arms around his neck to then give him a long and warm smooch before Tom just starts slamming into your body as fast as he can.

"A-ah! Tommy! Oh, f-faster baby!" you praise him with countless moans, leaning your head over his shoulder to hold him tightly.

The feeling of your breasts rubbing up against his toned muscular one feels so utterly thrilling. Riding him so deeply and this erotically makes you feel like his perfect puzzle piece.

"S-shit, (Y/N)- I-I'm about to-"

"Y-you can... i-inside is safe, I’m on pill now" you assure him shakily, as you caress his cheek letting him know you have such an innate desire for him to just fill you to the brim.

Tom doesn’t have to be told twice as he roughly claims your lips and shoves his tongue down your throat, while slamming your ass down against his hips. Maybe your inner thighs would be a little red later from his desire filled friction, but you would get over it pretty quickly when this wild boy here would be the one to want to cuddle naked later.

Your head is spinning with the wild build of pleasure, your folds just throbbing in desperation as Tom pounds into your body over and over again, until you both manage to achieve a blissful release within seconds of each other. Your warm arousal drips down his cock, while his hot juices nicely coats your warm walls.

Within seconds of your orgasm you just collapse down against his sweaty body, laying your cheek against his chest as you keep panting like you have been deprived of air for several hours. The boy under you laughs at how exhausted you are, lifting you slowly from his member but without saying what he is really thinking about - which is how much he likes the feeling of you laying on top of him.

His hands wrap around your back and just relax there, leaning his head back against the couch, sighing in a content way. The sound of his heartbeat thumping brings a warm smile to your face as you raise yourself just enough to nuzzle against his neck.

Then you remember something, so you sit more properly on top of him and lightly leans over the coffee table. Intrigued, Tom just stares at you to then smiles as he sees you bring both your flute glasses closer, and after the bottle of champagne. You slowly fill the glasses, focus on what you are doing.

"Needed a drink?" he cheekily asks as sitting up himself, both his arms maintaining him in this position.

"I can’t refuse some fancy champagne, even less after sex" you giggle, sharing a kiss while you give him his glass.

You then take yours and Tom once again clinks your filled glasses together.

"Happy birthday, my beautiful (Y/N). I love you so much."

As you glance at him, you almost feel mesmerised by his actual look: eyes still glittering after your previous activity, hair going wildly in every direction, pink cheeks, a bit sweaty and naked. A sigh you would never get tired off. Smiling, you kiss him once again before taking a sip of the still cold bubbly beverage.

“So... keeping this new little tradition for every birthday?” you whisper behind your glass, sending your boyfriend a teasing grin.

“I mean, I can’t definitely say no to that...”

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Hongseok: Make Damn Sure

Characters: Hongseok x female reader

Genre/warnings: mafia au, angst, literally just a lot of angst, toxic relationship stuff (like the whole thing is just one big very very mentally/emotionally abusive relationship), cheating, murder, kidnapping, there’s literally no fluff here ok

Word count: 2,792

Summary: I just wanna break you down so badly. Well I trip over everything you say. I just wanna break you down so badly in the worst way.

a/n: hi yes as u can probably tell this was inspired by makedamnsure by taking back sunday. i’ve actually had this in my drafts for a long time but i kinda forgot about it????

Hongseok paced back and forth by the door, waiting for you to come back. He knew damn well you were back at the bar you always ran off to so you could avoid the tense feeling when your boyfriend was around. He was well aware of the feeling because he felt it too. He wasn’t sure when the two of you changed, but things felt different, and while the two of you only addressed it when you got into heated arguments, neither of you ever seemed to pull the plug and end things.

For whatever reason, neither of you wanted to.

Maybe you found a bit of pleasure in the way you made Hongseok’s face go red as he screamed at you. Maybe he sometimes enjoyed seeing the tears streaming down your cheeks that were caused by him. There was something both of you enjoyed about hurting the other, and while it was absolutely sick and twisted, neither of you bothered to leave. So it was a constant cycle of Hongseok always being gone, you avoiding him when he’d come home, the two of you getting into a screaming match, and the cycle continuing.

Things hadn’t always been bad. Deep down, you both must’ve loved each other because you absolutely did before and why else wouldn’t you just leave each other? But somewhere between him always being gone and you being fed up with not seeing him, your relationship evolved into something that couldn’t even be considered a relationship at this point.

As soon as the front door opened, Hongseok stopped and glared at you, crossing his arms over his chest. You were already expecting him to be waiting so you just sighed, keeping your eyes trained on the floor as you shut the door.

“You know I hate how you go to the bar every night,” he scolded.

“And you know I hate being told what to do,” you grumbled back.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes, “Don’t feed me that bullshit. You knew going into this that I had to be controlling considering I’m in the mafia and everything wants me and everything I’ve ever loved dead.”

“Oh good, so I’m safe,” you offered a sarcastic smile, finally looking back at him.

Hongseok took a step closer, causing you to step back and press your back against the door as he tried to make himself seem far bigger than you, “If you keep this attitude up, you won’t be.”

Despite stepping back, you weren’t that afraid of him. Hongseok had threatened you before but he never went through with it. You knew he didn’t have it in him to physically hurt you.

You rolled your eyes, stepping around him, “You don’t have the balls.”

As you brushed past him, he gripped your wrist tightly, almost making you second guess him. But he hesitated before letting out a sigh, still staring at the ground by the door and dropping your wrist.

“Just go upstairs,” he growled. “You’re lucky you’re my girlfriend or--”

“Or what, Mr. I’m-Scary-Because-I’m-In-The-Mafia?” you chuckled coldly as you went upstairs, not bothering to look behind you.

You knew you were making things worse, but that was how you and Hongseok interacted. You’d egg each other on despite knowing it was best to stop. You just couldn’t stop.

There was one surefire way to really get under your skin which would effectively end the conversation. There was one insecurity of yours that Hongseok used to always reassure you would never be a problem, but now tended to use it against you. And when he really didn’t want to deal with you, he’d always bring it up.

“Y’know, I could just leave you and find someone better,” he smirked, tilting his head to one side as he looked up at you. You were halfway up the stairs when you stopped and looked at him over your shoulder. You wanted to punch his perfect smirk off his beautiful goddamn face. “You’re so easily replaceable, remember? I can have anyone and anything I want. Piss me off enough and you’ll be out of this house faster than you can say ‘oops’.”

Hongseok had always been perfect. He looked perfect, he acted perfect. He was intelligent, sweet, understanding, and everything he did, he seemed to excel at. So when you first started dating, you were worried he would find someone better. You felt you were so plain compared to him. The guy looked like he should be dating a supermodel, but he picked you out of everyone he had.

Even now, while you hated his guts, you still didn’t like that he held that over you.

You glared at him, eyes turning glossy.

“Go fuck yourself,” you spat before turning and running up the stairs to your shared bedroom, slamming the door behind you.

Hongseok sighed before carrying on up the stairs, taking his time.

“Well it’s not like you do anymore,” he chuckled to himself.

By the time he was done getting ready for bed, you were already curled up in bed on your side. He entered the bedroom, barely sparing a glance at you who he assumed was silently crying under the covers as he made his way over to his side and got into bed. He turned off the lamp on his nightstand before getting comfortable and closing his eyes. He hadn’t tried to cuddle with you in months and you knew that wasn’t going to change -- not that you wanted it to. You still shared the same bed but never slept close enough to touch each other. But that was just how things were. You were hardly a couple anymore but neither of you would leave.

Truthfully, you liked the danger of being with Hongseok too much because your life before him was so cookie cutter and boring. Hongseok still enjoy how normal it felt to be at home with someone after spending long days doing things that most people didn’t do. You wanted Hongseok because he was what you weren’t, and vice versa. Maybe you were both just masochists who couldn’t leave the things that hurt you. It was like a bad addiction where you knew you should quit but you just couldn’t.

The doors to their HQ burst open with a disheveled-looking Hongseok striding in. His shirt wasn’t buttoned up all the way, his tie was hardly done, and he was carrying his belt in one hand. His hair was a mess, he looked like he was hardly awake, and the sight made Hui annoyed to no end. He was already pissed that Hongseok was late, but now he was more than likely hungover because he knew it wasn’t anything he’d done with you -- he was well aware of what your relationship was like.

“You take care of it,” Hui grumbled to Wooseok, not even wanting to yell at Hongseok at this point. “I’ll be in my office.”

“Alright,” Wooseok sighed, not exactly thrilled with having to handle Hongseok, but he had to listen to the boss. So he turned to face the older boy while Hui left the room. “Wow, real cool of you to get drunk the night before work. Yeah, you seem like such a tough guy.”

“Not today, Wooseok,” Hongseok grumbled.

“Rough night?”

“You have no idea,” he huffed as he started to put his belt through the loops in his pants. “You know what _____ did this time? She fucked another guy.”

Wooseok just blinked, “...So?”

“So she’s my girlfriend!” Hongseok growled. “She belongs to me!”

“Seemed to me like you didn’t care much about her anymore,” the taller boy shrugged, turning to walk with Hongseok when he met up with him. “Why would you care what she does? Just dump her.”

“No,” he scoffed.

“Why not?”

“It’s complicated.”

“She literally cheated on you,” Wooseok pointed out.

But Hongseok had done the same before, and everyone knew that -- even you. But unlike Hongseok, you tried to be sneaky. You waited until he had left for work to invite the guy over, but you didn’t realize he’d be home early that day. And then he found you on the bed with your legs spread, some guy he’d never seen before on top of you, and his hand around your throat.

Before you could even get a full sentence out, you heard a shot ring out, and then you were covered in red with the guy’s body limp and lifeless on top of you.

Hongseok’s eyes raked over your body underneath the man’s. He merely licked his lips before looking back into your eyes, nodding his head, and leaving with a, “Good luck with that.”

He went out to a bar and didn’t come home until you were fast asleep in the bed that Hongseok had sent men to clean, knowing you wouldn’t be able to take care of it yourself -- but he did it because he wanted a clean bed, not because he wanted to help you.

Hongseok shrugged, “I killed the guy, so we’re even.”

“That’s--” Wooseok paused to let out a deep sigh, “Dude, this isn’t healthy for either of you. Even Hui hates seeing you two like this. Just give it up.”

He shook his head, working to button up his shirt and fix his tie, “You don’t get it, alright? You’ve never been in love before.”

“Are you in love?” Wooseok let out a harsh laugh. “I may not have anyone significant in my life, but I know that shit isn’t love.”

Hongseok stopped and turned to face Wooseok. He glared up at him, but he didn’t move to do anything. He was just annoyed, not angry.

“You don’t know shit,” Hongseok spat, “so just stay out of it.”

Despite the older member’s warning, Wooseok sighed and continued, “If you still love her deep down, why do they two of you literally never get along? Why can’t you even attempt to get along?”

“Shut up, Wooseok. Just drop it.”

Hongseok strode off as Wooseok stopped and stared at him. Honestly, Wooseok wasn’t sure he’d ever understand what Hongseok’s relationship had turned into. He didn’t get why at least you didn’t just leave him -- especially after the stunt he pulled today. But he was apparently wasting his breath and energy trying to talk sense into him. Something inside Hongseok apparently still loved you enough to stick around, and the same must’ve been true for you, but why would you constantly fight that badly with someone you loved?

If that was love, Wooseok didn’t want it.

As Hongseok pulled into the driveway, the lights to the house were off. He groaned, knowing you must’ve been out a bar again. This time, he contemplated leaving to get you.

But then he noticed the taillights of your car were on. Were you in the car about to leave? Why would you leave for the bar this late?

As he parked his car and stepped out, you got out of yours. He could see into the back windows that you had suitcases and bags piled up. His heart dropped, but he felt fire burning in his chest, his hands balling into fists at his sides.

“So,” he began, trying to sound casual, “where are you going?”

“Hongseok, you literally shot someone and left him dead on top of me,” you stated as if that would give him the answer he wanted.

He shrugged, “You cheated. Seemed fair.”

“When have I ever killed the three separate girls you’ve intentionally brought home when you knew I would be back from errands?”

“That’s different.”

You let out a deep sigh, shaking your head as you looked into his dark eyes, “Hongseok, I’m done.”

He scoffed, “You say that all the time.”

“But this time, I’m really done,” you insisted, and something flashed in his eyes. For a split second, you were sure it was panic. “That was the last fucking straw. I stuck around and put up with all of this bullshit, but that? Fuck no.”

“You stuck around because you didn’t want to leave,” Hongseok said, trying to convince you that you still wanted to stay. “We stick around because we love each other, and I know you still love me.”

“Do we love each other?” you laughed softly. “All we do is intentionally make the other miserable. And for what?”

“Relationships aren’t always rainbows and sunshine, _____!”

“But they’re not this fucking awful, Hongseok!”

“_____--”

“No,” you stated loudly enough to cut him off. “I’m done. We’re done. I’m leaving for good. You can go off and find that person who’s ‘way better than me’ that you’re always talking about.”

As you turned around to go back into your car, you felt Hongseok tug on your wrist, saying lowly, “I’ll give you one more chance to change your mind.”

You assumed it was like every other time. He was trying to give an empty threat only to give up when you challenged him. You never fell for it, and you weren’t about to now.

“Too bad,” you told him.

But instead of dropping your wrist, his grip tightened. You gasped as he tugged you backwards, your back hitting the side of his car. His hand moved to grip your neck, squeezing it so you couldn’t breathe or scream as you looked into his narrowed eyes.

“You can’t leave me,” he stated like it was a rule he’d put in place for you.

This wasn’t just an empty threat. Something inside Hongseok snapped knowing you were finally going to end it. You weren’t sure why because while somewhere in you, you still loved him -- he was right about that -- you knew this relationship wasn’t a relationship anymore. It wasn’t healthy, and you couldn’t handle it anymore. You had to be the one to end things and leave.

But now you couldn’t.

Hongseok flipped you around, pressing you hard enough into his car that you were sure you would bruise. He quickly yanked his tie off and stuffed it in your mouth as you opened it to scream for help. Then he took of his belt and tied up your hands with it. He opened the back door to his car, shoved you in, buckled you up, and closed the door. Then he went over to the driver’s seat and got in, starting the car back up.

You continued to shout muffled words at him even though he couldn’t hear you. He had taught you plenty of things in your relationship: how to get out of the trunk of someone’s car, how to get out of various ties and binds, and even self defense moves. But there were things Hongseok didn’t teach you, like how to get away from him. You knew how to get out of zipties, but not how to free yourself from a belt. You knew how to fight against any other person, but since Hongseok was the one to teach you all the moves, he knew what to expect. He was the one person you couldn’t get away.

“I’ll make damn sure you can’t leave,” he growled, angry eyes shooting dagger at you in the mirror. “You’re mine, you hear me? You belong to me.”

For the second time ever, you were afraid of Hongseok.

HQ. You knew that’s where he would take you. He could tell the lower ranked men that you were a captive, and he could just hide you from the others. The only person who could do anything about it was Hui, but he knew the boss was so fed up with Hongseok’s situation with you that he wouldn’t bother getting involved. You would never be alone, their men would make sure you didn’t escape, and you would be Hongseok’s as long as he wanted. You really wouldn’t be able to leave him.

He shoved you into one of the rooms before he walked in behind you and closed the door. He took the tie out of your mouth and undid the belt only to tie you up properly to a desk chair -- at least it was more comfortable than the wooden one they usually tied people to. You must’ve been in Hongseok’s office.

“What the hell?!” you demanded as Hongseok draped his tie over his shoulders.

“You still love me,” he insisted, “just like I love you. And you’re going to stay here until you realize it.”

“I don’t care if you love me, this is insane!” you shouted.

But he ignored you, turning his back to you and heading for the door. “Yang Hongseok, get back here! Hongseok!”

He left the room, closing and locking the door with you still shouting his name.

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Well, this has been sitting in my drafts for a while now. After sudden renewed inspiration and a bunch of half-done research over a year later, here goes nothing. I felt that the best setup for this would take place between books 2 and 3 so maybe like 2 months after returning from Egypt? For those that are squeamish and dont like stuff about periods then duh, skip reading this.

— — —

'Blast it all!' I huffed as I dropped the stack of boxes on the floor. Pretty sizable ones, by the noticeable thump as they hit the ground.

'Mr Linton.' I heard a curt voice. Looking up, I stared into a pair of cold, familiar eyes.

'Yes, sir?' I grimaced at him. It was much easier than smiling when your ribs were aching and lungs wheezing for air.

'You are two minutes and twenty-three seconds slower than you were yesterday.' Snapping his pocket watch closed, he tucked it back into his waistcoat pocket. His gaze flickered back to me. 'I do not pay you for your tardiness.'

'No, sir.' I beamed. Well, I tried to anyway. 'Just for my delightful company.'

His eyes narrowed ever so slightly. His mouth parted slightly as if to retort but then closed.

I made the mistake of looking into that glacial, intense stare of his and felt trapped. But I didn't want to escape. Not when I felt like I could forget my worries and problems from the rest of the world when it was just him and me. His gaze held mine and I had to suppress the urge to shiver. Not out of fear, though.

A flash of images came to mind. Soft lips melded to mine. Ripped clothing on a hotel bed. Cold desert nights spent in strong, comforting arms.

Snapping out of my daze, I shook my head.

'I...' I cleared my throat and glanced away. 'I better get a move on. Wouldn't want to waste time.'

Without waiting for a reply, I hurried back into my office and closed the door without looking back.

I met my reflection in the glass windows overlooking the tall buildings of London on a typical gloomy morning. If I squinted hard enough, I could see a blush forming on her cheeks.

Get a hold of yourself, Lilly!

This past month I had been polishing my acting skills. By that, I meant pretending that certain things in Egypt had never happened. In general, both my employer and I had smoothly settled into a routine that, well, made it seem that Egypt had never happened once we both returned back to London two months ago. A bit too smoothly, actually.

Although there were times when our gazes would linger on each other for one moment too long just like earlier...

Enough, Lilly! Back to work.

Marching back to my desk, I sat down and stretched. What was wrong with me today? I slept mostly decently last night, save for waking up late with some soreness in my lower back—

Plink.

Opening the metal tube on my desk, I unfolded the paper.

Mr Linton,

It is already thirty-two minutes past nine and I fail to see my daily correspondence on my desk.

Rikkard Ambrose

So we were back to communicating through notes now, were we? Flipping it over, I picked up the fountain pen on my desk and began to write.

Dear Mr Ambrose,

On it immediately, sir.

Yours, Lilly Linton

I folded the note and placed it back into the tube, pulling the lever. I opened one of the desk drawers and found the pile of letters Mr Stone had left for me to sort through. Pulling them out, I began to go through them when I heard a gurgling noise. I looked around, confused. Then I heard it again.

What was that noise? It sounded like it was coming from someone's— oh.

As if in protest, my stomach growled even louder.

Right. Another thing I forgot to do this morning after waking up late.

Well, times like these called for extra measures. Opening another desk drawer, I found out my treasured stash of chocolate and grabbed a bar.

Not exactly the healthiest option for breakfast but so what? It was chocolate!

Unwrapping the bar, I began to sort through the stack of letters for Mr Ambrose's correspondence for the day. I managed to finish going through it in under five minutes too— both the stack of letters and the bar of chocolate.

No sooner after sitting back down at my desk once I passed the letters through the letter slot at Mr Ambrose's door, I heard another plink.

I removed the letter from the tube and picked it up, beginning to read.

Mr Linton,

Why are there brown fingerprints on my correspondence?

Rikkard Ambrose

I frowned. What brown fingerprints was he referring to? Setting the note down on the table, I was about to reach for the charity letters in the waste paper basket when I noticed something odd about the note.

Upon further inspection, there were brown fingerprints on there too! But how did it get there? Where was it coming from?

Wait...

Slowly, I looked at my fingers and then at the wrapper of the finished chocolate bar. Then my fingers. Then the wrapper again.

Oops.

Wiping my fingers and the pen on my trousers, I thought about how to explain my slight predicament.

Dear Mr Ambrose,

There was a small accident while sorting your correspondence. I fixed it immediately so it shall not happen again.

Yours, Lilly Linton

That should suffice. I sent the letter through the tube and took out the small appointment book with all of Mr Ambrose's scheduled meetings. I had barely opened it to the current week when I heard another plink.

Mr Linton,

What do you mean by 'small accident'?

Rikkard Ambrose

Darn! I thought I had gotten away with it. I picked up the pen to write again.

Dear Mr Ambrose,

Just a small, teensy-weensy, tiny incident that is barely of any consequence. Really, no need to worry yourself. I've taken care of it.

Yours, Lilly Linton

Not even ten seconds had passed until the next plink.

Mr Linton,

Do not test my patience. Tell me what happened.

Rikkard Ambrose

Blast! He wasn't going to let this go, was he? Chewing my lip, I picked up the pen with sweaty palms. What to write this time?

Dear Mr Ambrose,

The aforementioned incident was minor, completely inconsequential. Not even a small accident, really. Just a small inconvenience involving chocolate.

Yours, Lilly Linton

With bated breath and my heart ready to jump out of my chest, I pulled the lever.

Perhaps he would move on from it?

Ha, as if! This was Mr Ambrose I was talking about here. Getting the Queen to dance on the rooftops of Buckingham Palace in her undergarments would have been more likely to happen.

As if on cue, icy silence radiated from behind the door to his office. The kind of silence that preceded judgment from kings before they gave the order for executions.

Now to any person, silence was just silence. But not with Mr Ambrose. As his secretary, I knew that there were at least ten types of silences after a few months of being in his employ.

Seconds stretched into minutes until finally...

Plink!

Holding my breath, I unfolded the letter.

Mr Linton,

I do not pay you to eat on the job as my secretary. There is a designated 30 minute break appointed in the afternoon for that. See to it that there are no more 'small inconveniences' to distract you. Knowledge is power is time is money.

Rikkard Ambrose

I suppose that could have gone worse than expected. Considering the incident at his factory two weeks ago. Also the other business deal from the other day. And...

Well, you get the picture.

Sighing, I set the note aside and decided to start on the day's tasks. Hopefully today would just be another day at work that would pass by quickly.

It wasn't until later that I realized just how wrong I was.

— — —

A few hours later, I was in the process of organising new files to be added to Mr Ambrose's already endless file collection when it happened.

I felt a building pressure in my lower abdomen, on the verge of becoming an entirely uncomfortable pressure in my lower regions.

Wonderful. Another thing that I had forgotten to do before leaving the house this morning.

Getting up slowly and carefully, I headed towards Mr Ambrose's door and knocked.

'Enter.' Came the composed, cool voice that I knew by heart at this point.

Shuffling into the room, I saw that Mr Ambrose surrounded by a pile of papers on his desk as usual, reading an opened file in front of him.

'Ehem.' I cleared my throat.

'What is it?' He didn't look up from the file.

I contemplated how to tell him that I needed to pee in the most delicate manner that I could currently manage. I decided to settle with:

'I need to use the powder room.'

He glanced up at me, then quickly back to his papers.

'Go in.' He jerked his head towards the direction of the small door that led to his personal bathroom.

Without expelling the contents of my bladder, I walked as fast I could to the door and shut it behind me. Dropping my trousers, I sat on the toilet to relieve myself.

This was one of those times when wearing trousers was more convenient than wearing a dress and hoop skirt. Once I finished my business, I was ready to pull up my trousers and get back to work.

That's when it happened.

That's when I saw it.

A small, reddish stain on the nether region of my brown trousers.

Oh no.

No.

No, no, no, nononono !

No! No! No!

Why now?

Well, that nasty inner voice in the back of my mind retorted, that explains everything so far today.

My sore back, waking up late, feeling sluggish and extra emotional, craving for chocolate. It all made sense now but...

I frantically tried to think back to when was the last time this happened. Let's see...sometime shortly after I had returned back to London after the Egypt trip. But why wasn't this an issue then?

Because, my inner voice piped up again, you were home on a Sunday afternoon when it started.

Blast! What was I going to do now?

I went over my options.

Option 1: Try to endure the rest of the day and hope that no one would notice. I could even tie my tailcoat around my waist. It would definitely look odd and probably rouse suspicion but maybe it could work?

Yeah, right. If you bleed through your tailcoat too, then you're done for. Say goodbye to your job.

Couldn't that inner voice of mine shut up already! Why did it have to be so rational?

Option 2: Resign my job before I would be found out.

Definitely not happening. Not when I had been through so much for this job including leaving the country twice and risking my life multiple times. There was no way that I, Lilly Linton, ifrit extraordinaire, would let something like this get in the way of my independence.

Which left option 3: Ask Mr Ambrose if I could take my lunch break early to go home and change.

Just the idea made me want to disappear on the spot. It was embarrassing enough that this had to happen but having to involve my boss too? This made the situation more dreadful a hundred times over. But...

What other choice did I have? Unfortunately, this was the best option compared to the other two.

Closing my eyes, I couldn't help but to let out a loud sigh.

Remember what I said earlier about trousers being convenient? I take it all back. This was definitely one of those times when wearing trousers was definitely not convenient! If I was wearing a dress, then there may have been a chance that I could have held on a bit until lunch break. But there was no choice, I needed to go home immediately to change my trousers and retrieve that.

However, the bigger issue was how to convince Mr Ambrose to let me take my lunch break earlier. What to tell him?

Mr Ambrose, I'm feeling a bit ill and would like to take a break.

Great. That would give him the grounds to dismiss me for the day, possibly even sack me, especially after what happened earlier with the chocolate.

My younger sister, Ella, has food poisoning and I need to check on her.

Nope. Mr Ambrose would be moved to sympathy as much as a mountain could budge.

My aunt has arranged a meeting with a prospective suitor for me this afternoon.

Not convincing in the slightest considering that Mr Ambrose knew that I would do anything to avoid the topic of marriage. Especially when it involved me.

Drat! What could I say?

Unbidden, another thought popped into my head.

Why not just tell him the truth?

What? As if that would ever work!

Not to mention, a woman's....time was a taboo topic. Despite my mother's early death and limited knowledge provided by my aunt, even I knew that was something proper ladies did not discuss with gentlemen in society. It was highly inappropriate.

But then again, since when were you a proper lady?

Good point. It's not like Mr Ambrose was a gentleman either by any means.

Still, the main issue was that would Mr Ambrose be understanding even if I told him the truth?

I doubted that someone like him even knew something like that about females anyway, given that he most likely came out of a giant boulder. It was impossible to imagine him with a mother, let alone two human parents.

Enough stalling, Lilly! It's now or never.

Five minutes later, I stepped out of the bathroom after working up enough courage. Mr Ambrose was still flipping through the same file, not having moved from his position.

Standing in front of his desk, I cleared my throat. No response.

I tried to get his attention again. 'Mr Ambrose?'

'What is it, Mr Linton?' His eyes never left the file.

'Er, I was wondering if...I could take my lunch break now?'

Damn! Why did my voice sound so weak?

His hand paused, right in the middle of flipping a page. Slowly, ever so slowly, he raised his eyes to meet mine.

I swallowed.

'What did you say?' His voice was deceptively calm.

'Could I take my lunch break now?'

If his stare was cold before, it was frosty now.

'Mr Linton, did I or did I not mention earlier that there is a designated thirty minute break for all employees?'

'Um, you did, sir.' I looked down at the stone floor. For some reason, it was particularly interesting.

'So why are you asking me this?' He reached to grab another file from one of the piles on his table.

'Well,' I bit my lip. 'I had another accident.'

Silence.

I risked a glance upwards. He seemed frozen, his hand still holding onto the file, save for the narrowing of his eyes by 0.000013 of a millimetre.

'By any chance,' he finally ground out, 'is this "accident" of yours similar to what happened earlier?'

'No.'

'No?'

'No.' I repeated, my throat dry. Why was this so hard? 'A worse accident. Much, much worse.'

He cocked his head. 'How so?'

'It involves my identity.'

Based on his expression, he knew what I was referring to. While I was his personal secretary during working hours, it was as Mr Victor Linton, not as my true self, Miss Lillian Linton.

A female.

'Mr Linton.' His voice was soft. Too soft. Like the momentary stillness before a hurricane. 'What. Did. You. Do?'

'I- I didn't do anything!' Why the heck was I stuttering? 'Well, not yet anyway.'

'Yet?'

It was both impressive and a bit unnerving how ominous he made just one word sound. I felt like a mouse that had been cornered by a tiger.

'What is going on?' He demanded, eyes flashing. 'Tell me!'

I bit my lip and his eyes zeroed in on the action, following my every movement.

'I'm not sure how to bring this up since you haven't been out in society much but have you heard about a woman's time?'

'A woman's time for what?'

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath. This really wasn't going to be easy, was it? 'There comes a time when a girl matures into a woman. Her body undergoes some physical changes and afterwards, every once in a while, she...'

Plop.

My voice trailed off when his hand let go of the file he was holding onto and it dropped back onto the table.

His mouth was now slightly ajar and his eyes were cast downwards, scanning the contents of his desk.

'Oh.' His voice didn't sound as collected as before.

'Yes.'

So he did know about it after all. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised as I was, given what he repeated about time and knowledge and all that. But still, considering this was Mr Ambrose...

'What do you expect me to do about that?'

'Huh?'

'Don't you females usually do something to deal with it?'

'Well...yes, but—'

'So do what you need to do. Stop wasting my time already.'

'That's the issue, sir.' I snapped at him, too annoyed to focus on the fact that he had acknowledged my gender. 'I need to go home and change. That's why I asked if I could take my lunch break now.'

'Why do you need to go home? Can't you do it here?'

I nearly choked. That hardheaded, miserly head of his was really made of stone!

'I don't have any extra clothes here and what I use to take care of it is also at home too.'

He just stared at me.

I shrugged. 'I mean, I suppose I can wait until later to take my break. You'll have to risk my true identity being exposed once your workers see me bleeding all over the—'

'Mr Linton!'

Oh my. Was it just me or were his ears now tinged a bit red?

Pressing my palms into the table, I leaned forward. 'Or you could let me go home now and get this taken care of so I can get back to work sooner.'

He leaned forward as well, sea-coloured eyes clashing with hazel ones.

'Indeed, Mr Linton?' I felt his breath on my lips.

I arched an eyebrow. 'Indeed, Mr Ambrose.'

'Very well then.' He straightened back into his chair and picked up the file he dropped.

'W-What?' I blinked.

'You may take your lunch break now.'

'Really?' I stared at him in shock.

I couldn't believe it had actually worked! This was Mr Ambrose we were talking about here. I had half expected him to tell me something ridiculous along the lines of controlling my body's functions and to stop bleeding. It wouldn't have been the first time he had said something like that anyway.

'I don't like to repeat myself. Go now.'

My face broke out into a broad smile. 'Yes, sir!'

'Also, see to it that this doesn't happen again.' His stare was disapproving.

'You mean taking an early lunch break? Or are you referring to my other problem? Because I don't know how to break this to you but—'

'The clock is ticking, Mr Linton.'

'Yes, sir!' I gave a salute and left his office.

— — —

It's surprising really, what one can accomplish during a time of emergency. If you were to ask me how I was able to go back home, change my clothes and even eat an early lunch on my way back to Empire house all within the span of thirty minutes, I would tell you that I had no idea it was at all possible until today.

Maybe it was possibly due to luck? That certainly seemed to play a factor as the only people home were my uncle, locked up in his study as usual, and Leadfield, cleaning out the attic. It was a good thing too, since I hadn't bothered to change back into a dress in the garden shed before climbing through my bedroom window.

I was able to obtain some linen rags designated for times like these (part of the wonderful experience of being a female) and changed into another pair of my uncle's old trousers. I even packed extra rags in my briefcase, something I probably should have done in the first place. But eh, better late than never, I suppose.

Since I had five minutes to spare on my return back to Empire House, I was able to buy a sandwich and eat it on the way. I was starting to understand the concept of efficiency, especially after working for Mr Ambrose. Huh, it might not actually be all that bad.

Thankfully, the rest of work passed by uneventfully. Once I returned to my office, I saw that Mr Ambrose had shut the door to his own once again. He still could tell that I had returned though, for I had just sat down at my desk when I was pelted with more tasks to complete for the rest of the day, including retrieving more files. But I was determined to work even harder to make up for this morning.

By the time I took a look at my pocket watch, it was already dark outside. Eight o'clock on the dot.

Packing up my things, I was ready to leave when the door to Mr Ambrose's office opened, revealing his tall, dark figure in the doorway.

'Would you step into my office for a moment, Mr Linton?'

'Why?'

'I have something I wish to discuss with you.'

'You can discuss it here.'

'I can, But I would prefer not to.'

'I would prefer to.'

'You do not get to decide, Mr Linton. My office, now. Close the door behind you.'

I reluctantly followed him, shutting the door behind me. He sat back down in his chair, his posture ramrod straight with crossed arms.

'In regards to the matter earlier today...' He began in a low voice.

'Yes?' Did I take more than thirty minutes to return? Were there more mistakes I had made after my break?

'Are you sure that you're fit to work?'

'What?'

'Are you fit to work with your current state?'

Was he being serious right now? Judging by the expression on his face (or lack thereof), I had to say that he was.

'Why wouldn't I be?'

'Given what has transpired earlier today, I have reason to believe so, Mr Linton.'

A spark of anger flared within me. 'Mr Ambrose, besides the two incidents that happened before my break, did I give you any other reason to believe otherwise?'

'Well, no.' He had the nerve to sound reluctant!

'Then yes, I am plenty fit to work.' I glared at him. 'Mr Ambrose, just because of I'm losing a bit of blood does not mean that I am incapacitated.'

He opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off.

'Furthermore, I am not weak. Women are not weak. We have been dealing with this since the beginning of time and haven't let it get in the way of doing what needs to be done.'

'I never said that you were weak, Mr Linton.'

'Then what are you trying to say?'

'I...' Something flashed in his eyes so quickly before I completely identify it. Concern?

'Nothing, Mr Linton.' That granite mask of his was back in place. 'You are dismissed for the day.'

I turned to leave but then paused.

'Thank you.'

He looked up from the papers in front of him.

'For what?'

'For letting me take my break early today.'

For being more understanding than I expected you to be.

Our eyes met for a fathomless moment. He nodded once.

You're welcome.

I gave him a small smile. Spinning on my heel, I left his office, feeling his eyes trail behind my retreating figure the entire time.

I guess that today may not have been a completely bad day after all.

— — —

Wow, that was a pretty long read. Kudos if you made it to the end. This was just my take on periods if they ever came up in the SnS world. I’m kinda sad that it never did considering this was a series about women’s rights and numerous other ��taboo” topics in the Victorian era have been brought up in the books such as bathroom habits, “amorous congress” and “protection” for said congress. Oh well. I was able to articles to find 2 articles that I used for reference to write this. I’ll share them in a reblog since my post wont show in the tags due to the links. There’s not much known about periods in the Victorian Era since it was a “taboo” subject but there are some tidbits here and there that I was able to base this off of.

#storm and silence #in the eye of the storm #lilly linton #rikkard ambrose #fanfiction #oneshot #kinda a prompt but not really #repost since it didnt show up in the tags the first time #stuffartsy #knowledgeispoweristimeismoney

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