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Sona moment + I redid my icon because my hair is longer and stuff now
#art#doodles#illustration#sona#erm. what else do I tag my sona with#that me#is that it? 🤷#no alt text on this rn sorry#maybe I'll add that later but my hand's tired at the moment
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Under the table / Dean Winchester
summary: Dean and your relationship had been lacking a bit of spice. So, you made a deal between the two of you, amidst the teasing and perhaps a punishment or two, to reignite the excitement.
ps: english isn't my first language so i apologize for any little grammar errors
warning; very nsfw no plot hihi
enjoy! xo
Dean was the first to boldly admit to injecting some excitement into the relationship. Whether it was in the car or at the motel, he wasn't shy about spicing things up.
One day, as the two boys delved earnestly into another case's lore, Sam meticulously recounted every detail while Dean casually munched on his lunch. Yet, amidst their focus, Dean couldn't shake the thought of your whereabouts.
The excuse? You had informed Sam that you were out getting groceries, hoping to experiment with a new recipe you'd caught on a TV program. Tired of the usual pasta, bread, and beer that seemed to dominate the brothers' menu lately, you wanted to add something special to the mix.
"She better not make us something healthy," Dean's voice reached you just as you managed to slip under the table earlier undetected. Sam responded with a casual "Mhm," accompanied by a chuckle. Little did Dean know, you were right there with them, setting the stage for a playful tease the next time he wished to spend the night together. If only he knew tonight's menu was, in fact, healthier. You couldn't help but smile, knowing you couldn't laugh and risk giving yourself away.
Fortunately, Dean had taken a seat directly across from you, his familiar shoes and jeans catching your eye. Little did he know, he wasn't prepared for the surprise awaiting him, especially since your absence had been unmistakable.
"You know, maybe we can bring Charlie along," Dean suggested as your name came up once again in discussions about joining the boys on this mission. It was mentioned that your favorite creature was in town, and Dean couldn't bear the thought of you missing out on the action and the chance for a kill or two. Those thoughtful gestures made you blush, prompting a moment of hesitation before Sam and Dean refocused on reading more lore about the case.
Your hand delicately brushed against his bulge, causing Dean's muscles to tense, followed by a cough. You'd do anything to witness his reaction, especially when Sam inquired if he was alright. It was clear you were in for some punishment later tonight as Dean felt your familiar touch, gradually unzipping his jeans, the bulge now more pronounced. "Just a slight sore throat, that's all," he quickly dismissed.
You couldn't help but relish every moment, watching Dean struggle with excuses, particularly when it involved having a bit more fun. What you didn't realize was that even if he knew it was you all along, he didn't want you to get caught, let alone feel embarrassed as if you were fulfilling his desires. "Oh, sweet mother," he cursed under his breath, his back arching slightly as he covered his mouth before brushing it away.
Your hand then tenderly caressed his shaft, fingers deftly moving his boxer out of the way, unveiling his hardened cock. Lust danced in your eyes as warmth flushed your cheeks, leaning in to press a few kisses on its tip, where obvious pre-cum glistened. You delicately picked some on your fingers and licked the remaining. How Dean, cursed himself. When he yearned to thrust his hips the moment he felt your mouth envelopped his cock.
Dean's voice clearly heightened Sam's concern as he observed the redness on his brother's cheeks. Being the caring and protective sibling he was, Sam couldn't help but rise to his feet and check on Dean's potential fever. "I'll need to take Baby and head to the pharmacy anyways," Dean played along, going along with the idea, which meant more time to plan your punishment in return. "It won't be long," Sam said, grabbing his jacket and Dean's car keys before the sound of the vehicle faded away from the Bunker.
Alone at last, Dean removed the table curtain, a sly smirk playing on his lips as he leaned down to cup your face, devouring your lips hungrily. "Did you think I'd let you off that easily?" His voice was husky as he swiftly discarded his pants. Before you knew it, his fingers were tangled in your hair, guiding you to take him deeper. As you wrapped your lips around his cock, his moans grew louder, punctuated by your name. Leaning back in his chair, head thrown back and eyes closed, he urged you on. "Don't stop, love."
Your gaze met his, a look that undeniably ignited his desire, yet he knew he had to resist the urge to devour you right there on the table. It was a punishment he was more than willing to uphold.
"There, just like that," he murmured as you swirled your tongue around the tip of his shaft. Just as you were about to bring him to climax, your hand took over, stroking his cock. You felt his legs tense and his muscles contract as he reached orgasm. When his eyes reopened, Dean couldn't help but admire the sight before him. He knew your arousal was growing, how you longed for him to take you in his lap, but you both understood that you weren't getting off that easily.
"Nah, not yet, sweetheart," his voice grew huskier, his eyes darkening with desire. His fingers tightened around your waist, pulling you out from under the table. Your skirt rode up your thighs, revealing your obvious arousal through showing a glimpse of your damp underwear, his gaze inevitably drawn there. With a sly smirk, he knew it was payback time. "No touching until tonight—"
The door swung open, revealing Sam's incredulous expression. He was clearly disgusted to learn that the whole fever act was not just to save your skin, but also Dean's. "Under the table, really?!" To your surprise, instead of the expected look of disgust, there was almost a look of disapproval on his face.
"A room isn't enough?" Despite feeling a twinge of sympathy for him, you and Dean couldn't help but chuckle. In fact, Dean wore a proud expression and shrugged off his brother's comment. "What about dinner?" Sam then interjected, redirecting your attention from Dean’s.
"I went an hour ago," you said with a smirk. What Dean didn't realize was that it was actually going to be a healthy dinner. When you mentioned this, you could hear Sam's chuckle, a bit of payback in his amusement, while Dean's brow furrowed and he pouted. "One point from you for not returning the favor," you added, leaning in to peck his lips, eliciting a protest from Dean.
#supernatural x reader#supernatural preferences#supernatural imagines#spn preferences#spn x reader#spn imagines#spn imagine#dean winchester x reader#dean winchester imagines#dean winchester x yn#dean winchester x you#dean x reader#dean winchester#dean x you#dean smut#supernatural smut#jensen ackles x reader
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"i don't wanna go, babe," you say stubbornly. chris had been invited to a party, and he was begging you, his girlfriend, to accompany him. you just weren't a party person though. social events were your worst enemy. you much preferred staying at home tucked warmly under your blankets with your stuffed animals watching tv, scrolling through tiktok, reading, doing whatever, as long as it didn't require you to have any interactions with anyone. except maybe your parents and chris. but that was it.
"please, honey bear," chris was trying his best to coax you, but you firmly shook your head. "i'm sorry, chris, but parties aren't my thing.."
"so?" chris spoke. "you'll be with me. you don't need to talk to anyone if you don't want to. just hang out with me."
"i'd much rather we hang out at home, love," you say, shrugging your shoulders. "no pressure, though. you can still go, if you want. i won't mind it at all, trust me."
"c'mon, you're no fun," chris says glumly.
"why, thank you, that makes me feel so much better!" you exclaim indignantly. "you're being really mean, y'know."
chris looks up at you guiltily, nervously running a hand through his hair. "sorry, ma, i didn't mean it."
"it's okay. i'm sorry, too. but i'm just tired and parties are really draining.." you trail off. chris places his hand over yours softly. "let's do something at home then, just the two of us, m'kay lovebug?" he says.
"okay," you reply. he sits down on his bed next to you, wrapping his arms around you and bringing you closer as he places soft, warm kisses on your forehead and the top of your head. "what do you wanna do?" he asks.
"mm.. i dunno, anything," you say. yours eyes light up for a moment. "chrissy, can i put on one of your hoodies first? please?"
"okay," he nods his head, smiling softly at you in adoration. you make your way to his closet, open it, and rummage through the hundreds of hoodies that your boyfriend owns. well, maybe not hundreds. but lots of them. "ugh, i can't pick! there's too many."
"want me to help?" chris enters behind you and picks out a soft grey one for you to put on. as you put it on over your pink and white striped pyjamas you can't help but let out a little squeal at how warm it is. god, it even smells like chris, a subtle mix of sage and honeysuckle.
"you look cute, ma," chris grins playfully. "shame i'll have to take that off later."
"chris!" you say, feigning a disapproving tone, as a soft giggle slips past your lips.
"i'm just sayin' my truth, princess," he shrugs and puts his hands up as if in an attempt to surrender.
"you're so cute, baby," you say while you look adoringly up at him as the two of you stand amidst all of his clothes and things.
"i know," chris says earnestly. he adds, "not as cute as you, though." he boops your nose softly and lovingly kisses the top of your head, his warm hands wrapped around your waist.
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thank u soso much for reading !! js a lil blurb for my favie ˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ live laugh love christopher owen sturniolo <3
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stay in the moment with me
young!Rhys x Reader
Summary: "I don’t want to be alone tonight," with Rhys
Warnings: none
A/N: for this! I couldn't resist so its technically a continuation of the other side, and you don't have to read that first but it might add more context!
“Stay,” he mumbled, arm reaching out towards you, his body sprawled over the couch.
“It’s my apartment,” you rolled your eyes, “I can’t leave.”
From the corner of your eye, you watched him shuffle himself up to sit, and motion towards the space he’d cleared. “Then sit with me.”
A huff, and you stalked towards the kitchen, ignoring his discontented grumble, and returning with a full glass of water.
You held it out to him, other hand propped on your hip. “Drink it all.”
“Are you poisoning me, darling?” He asked, but tipped the glass back before you could answer.
“If you’re going to be this obnoxious, I'll stay somewhere else tonight,” you said half heartedly, like hell you’d actually leave.
Faster than you thought he’d be able to, consider he was still drunk off his ass, he reached out and caught your hand. “I don’t want to be alone tonight.”
It sounded as close to begging as you figured the future High Lord would ever get, and you took pity, staying with him until drunk snores started leaving his lips.
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The tossing and turning, and thump of a body hitting the floor had woken you. The small tang of fear is what had you moving. Nightmare. You knew those all too well, well enough you couldn’t stomach not at least checking on him.
Two feet planted on the cold floor, footsteps - you froze - Rhysand’s footsteps, heading to your room, and a second later a small knock.
“Come in,” you called, voice still rough with sleep.
He looked pitiful. Dark hair mussed, a haunted look in the violet eyes, face paler than usual.
His eyes trailed to the empty spot next to you, and you saved him the need to ask, motioning towards it with one hand, and an exaggerated sigh. Hearing his low chuckle, you quickly shuffled back under, pulled the covers tightly over you, and faced the wall - away from him. To seek comfort from you, of all people, he must be desperate.
The bed shifted, and you felt surprisingly … relaxed. Your breaths began evening out, and you were thankful for the extra warmth, considering how cold it had been. At least males were good for that.
“You’re thinking loudly,” he cautioned.
You were grateful he couldn’t actually see you because your cheeks flushed and you slammed your mental shields closed tightly enough that pressure ricocheted through your skull, and you had to take a second to re-focus on the present.
His low laugh drew a warning snarl from you, and he quieted.
“Go to sleep, Rhys,” you sighed.
“That’s the first time you’ve called me that.”
You ignored him.
Maybe an hour or so later, you felt his arm wrap around your waist, tugging you flush against his chest, and decided you were too damn tired to fight him on it. It was cold, after all.
You didn’t remember that decision when you woke in the morning, his legs tangled with yours, arm holding you tight to him, like you were some kind of gods-damned lifeline. Based on his light breathing, he was awake, and knew exactly what was going on. That infuriated you, slightly.
“Didn’t take you for the cuddly type,” you commented, your morning voice more of a croak.
“And here we are,” he sighed - but didn’t move. Maybe he was as touch-starved as you were. Could it be platonic affection if you didn’t actually like each other, couldn’t stand each other?
It felt nice, and you found yourself not hating his touch, so you didn’t move. He’d started it, and he could end it whenever he wanted to - later on, you’d blame it on being tired and cold.
#acotar drabble#rhys x y/n#rhys x reader#rhysand x y/n#rhysand x reader#acotar x reader#acotar imagine
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I’ve had this idea in my head all day, could I get a scenario or headcanons or something about the chain not knowing that twilight and the reader (gender neutral if possible please) are married? Like the reader is from Ordon village and ended up sneaking through the portal with Twilight. I just want to see everyone else have that “wait a minute” moment after like idk months of traveling and now suddenly someone notices that Twi and the reader have matching rings
Definitely Married, not just besties (Twilight)
Of course! I'm super excited to do this!!!
Pairing: Twilight x reader
Rating: G
Summary: The chain manages to miss that you and your husband are married, you, Twi, and Time enjoy the realization.
Warnings: Vauge injury (no details)
Other: If I missed anything, please let me know.
You'll admit that maybe your husband wasn't thrilled that you followed him through a mysterious and possibly dangerous portal. But he hasn't been too mad, mostly just worried.
Which is fair. It's not been boring on this trip.
The other heroes are fond of you, your skills helpful in many ways. From patching them up, to getting discounts, and even to keeping Twilight from absolutely raging when he finds hurt kids.
It would suffice to say that you fit right in.
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You lay in the bedroll you share with your husband, stars above you bright as the others all whisper about plans you can't come to care about.
Unfortunately, Wolfie dosen’t seem to care that you're tryingto sleep, the pesky wolf form of your husband flopping over your torso.
"Wolfie." You warn lowly.
"Oh- (Y/n)! Hey!" Sky smiles from a few feet away.
"Hello, Sky."
"Something wrong, (Y/n)?"
"I'm just tired." You say, pushing Wolfie to lay on your legs as you sit up, "Anyone seen Twi?"
Twilight, in true wolf form fashion, gives a soft bark and noses at your hand. You don't have to ignore him!
"He said he went on a walk. Why?"
"Just wondering, he has a penchant for finding trouble. "
Time laughs at that, "Yeah. He does. We're just talking about our next plan of attack. Any thoughts?"
"We should probably split into groups. Archers and sword fighters." You add with a sigh, reaching to scratch behind Wolfie's ear.
This earns you a happy sound and some tail wagging.
"Smart." Legend says as he works on cleaning out from under his nails with a dagger. All aware of safety and such.
"I think so." You smile.
"How'd you and Twilight even meet?" Wind asks, obviously done with all plans and interested in gossip now.
They others must have been at the strategy for a while if the way everyone immediately tunes in is any indication.
"Oh, well we grew up in Oradon together. We met real young, you know? I hardly even remember a before him."
"You should tell him you like him." Hyrule pipes up, "It's really sweet."
"What?" You ask.
"Tell Twilight you like him!"
You laugh, realizing the others have no idea you're married to your beloved husband. "I'll think about it."
(How do they not know? You two are almost always near each other. There's no shortage of affection. You share a bed roll!)
If later, when Twi is back to human form, you jokingly tell him you have a crush he just laughs and wraps you in his arms and says, "Good."
You fall asleep in Twilight's arms, one hand clutching your ring on the chain it's been on for months now- since the startof the journey. Your other hand rests on his chest.
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You sit in your underclothes and pout at Twilight.
Twilight sits across from you as he patches you up while the others wither patch up or help someone else. His gaze is soft, but he's obviously a little upset you took his hits to save him.
"I didn't know you had a ring on a chain." Wind says from where he's wiping off monster gunk a few feet away.
"Oh- yeah. I've had it for a few years now." You say, smiling at Twilight gently instead of looking to the Sailor.
"Kinda looks like the ring the rancher wears around his neck."
"That's on purpose. "Twilight says, adjusting the gauze under the bandage he's finished placid around your bicep.
Time can bee seen behind Twilight, looking smug and amused. The tall gremlin probably has known for a while but he seems as amused as you and Twi to watch the others miss the whole point.
"Why would you have matching rings? Are you super duper best friends or some shit?" Legend huffs.
"Or something." You say, biting back a giggle.
"That's like a married people thing." Hyrule says helpfully.
"Almost like we're married." You say evenly.
This earns a swat at your shoulder from Twilight. "Hey now." He says with a smile.
"Oh my hylia." Time mutters.
"You're married!" Wind declares.
"Yep!"
"To Twilight?" He demands, sounding shocked as can be.
"Unless you know someone else named Link from my home town?"
"Don't tease them, sweetheart." Twilight says, " 's not their fault their dense."
"You're married to eachother?" Sky asks, tone going soft like it does when he talks about his Zelda.
"Have been for a few years, actually." Twilight answers, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Why?"
"Just surprised." Sky says, "I thought you two were pining."
"We all did." Hyrule adds helpfully.
"I didn't. "Time pipes in, "I've known since the second day."
"Show off." Legend mumbles.
"Awww, it's okay guys! We didn't exactly tell you." You say, trying to make them feel better.
"We didn't hide it either." Twilight says.
"You are telling us everything. "Wind says firmly, "The wedding, the proposal, your getting together, all of it."
You laugh, "Sounds good kid."
"Yeah... That sounds good." Twi echoes, and he's so star-struck just remembering the mentioned points of your relationship. He's whipped.
To this day, the chain likes to ignore the several months they missed the whole 'you and Twilight being married thing.
#misty writes#lu#linkeduniverse#linked universe x reader#lu twilight x reader#lu twilight#twilight x reader
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sincerely yours, s.jy.
chapter 01. suit fitting. pairing: idol!jake x afab!reader
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synopsis: where they meet once on the subway but he never forgets her or the encounter no matter how much time has passed
"YOU KEPT MY NOTE IN YOUR WALLET THIS ENTIRE TIME?"
"WELL, YEAH? I WASN'T JUST GOING TO THROW IT AWAY,"
01. SUIT FITTING
previous masterlist next
word count: 2k
my tags: @slutforsjy @jaklvbub @whowantshota @coolwitu @addictedtohobi (open)
a/n: hiah will be a reoccurring character since she’s readers best friend :) anyway, sort of a filler more to come !!
— FEBRUARY ‘22
"I'M TIRED," HIAH complains, slumped back into her chair as her eyes watched the older of the two of you sort through your supplies on the floor. Seeing as you let out a small sigh, rolling your neck and shaking out your shoulders to rid of the ache that was flowing throughout your back from being on your feet all day, Hiah sits up slightly. "Why don't we just call it a day and finish tomorrow? You're exhausted and it's making me worse looking at you,"
"Thanks for that," You snicker, finishing your organization before standing up straight. "This is the final fitting, I'd rather get it done now so I can start tomorrow with the altering," Not bothering to take a seat, you began to roam around the room, finding yet another thing to fix or sort as you waited causing Hiah to shake her head at the sight.
"One of these days you're gonna work yourself to death,"
Clicking your tongue, you ran a hand across your face, softly rubbing your eyes feeling them sting. "As soon as everything's perfect I'll be fine,"
Hiah let's out a snort. "Babe, it's a wedding, something's bound to go wrong," She chimes, absentmindedly scrolling through her phone. "The sooner you accept that the sooner you can actually sleep at night,"
"Maybe," You agree, fumbling with the collar of one of the suits you had been working on throughout the day as you took measurements. "But it's my mom's wedding, she trusted me enough to let me make her dress and design the key bridesmaids and groomsmen outfits so that's what I can make perfect,"
Hiah let out a small tsk. "Perfectionist,"
You didn't have time to respond. Instead, there was a soft knock that sounded from the door. A moment later, it slowly opened, a head peaking through of black hair. A boy stood on the other side, his features indicated that he was younger and as soon as he saw the older girls staring in questioning manner, he quickly opened the door fully and bowed.
"Hello," He calls out, cheeks flushing a soft red out of embarrassment. "I am Yang Jungwon, I was told to come here for the suit fitting?"
"Ah yes, this is the right place welcome Jungwon-ssi," You greet, gesturing for him to fully enter which he obliges. "My name is ___, I'll be the one taking your measurements. It should only take around fifteen minutes if you're ready to start now," Grabbing hold of the tape measurer, you moved toward the rack of suits which seemed identical. Glancing over the tags before finding the one with Y. Jungwon scribbed messily in English, courtesy of your mom one could only assume.
Nodding along, Jungwon slowly made his way over, bowing slightly to Hiah who still sat in her spot, only now holding a notebook and pen in hand prepared to write. The air was quiet between the three of you.
"You can go change in the bathroom over there," Handing him the suit, you sent Jungwon a smile in attempt to ease his awkwardness. Returning the gesture with a small one of his own, he quietly thanked you before making his way to the separate room without another word.
Hearing a click, Hiah spoke up. "He's cute, in an adorable kind of way," She hums, her eyes focused on the white of the door as she sat up straighter.
"He's young," You snicker. Rolling her eyes, Hiah clicks her tongue.
"You think anyone more than a year younger than you is a kid,"
"Well, because most of them are," You retort, absentmindedly glancing over the clock as you sip from your water bottle. "Especially you,"
"Hey, I'm an '03," Hiah defends pouting at the insinuation.
"Nearly '04 being born at the end of December," You tease, only further pushing Hiah's buttons as the bathroom door opened once more. This time, Jungwon stepped out in the dark gray suit. Adjusting the collar to the white dress shirt beneath, he sends a shy smile to the two of you as he fumbles with his attire.
"Yah, Jungwon-ssi, when's your birthday?" Hiah suddenly calls out.
Faltering for a second, confused by the sudden question, Jungwon nonetheless answered. "February 9, 2004,"
"See he's not that young," Hiah nods to you. "Now stop acting like such an old lady," Turning to the boy who was rather surprised by the lack of formality between you, although he figured it was because of just how close you were, Hiah began to speak to him directly. "I'm Hiah, by the way, born December 19, '03,"
"Stop speaking so informally before you scare him away," You tsks, sending a smile in apology to Jungwon who stood by the door merely watching the interaction. However, rather than being uncomfortable, he was biting back his amusement, the atmosphere in the room something he didn't expect.
"Oh, I'm sorry eonni," Hiah mocks, putting emphasis on the word causing you to recoil. The lack of formalities since you’ve met made the honorific seem foreign and awkward. "Ha, yeah see. Don't act like you're professional now, they knew sticking the two of us together wouldn't be a good thing,"
With yet another forced business smile, you bowed slightly to Jungwon before narrowing your eyes at Hiah. "Keep going and I'll call your mom at this rate,"
He watched the younger of the twos eyes widen at the threat. Letting out a cough to mask his laughter, Jungwon focused on the ceiling as he heard hushed whispers come from you two. The minor argument led to Hiah letting out a huff and a triumphant looking you to turn around with a small smirk painting your lips.
"Alright Jungwon-ssi, if you're ready we can begin," You spoke, gesturing to the small platform he'd need to stand on. Nodding, he rids himself of the smile he desperately wanted to spill, especially upon seeing Hiah's clear pout in the corner, as he steps to where he was needed.
A silence fell over the room once more, only this time it was comfortable. The only noise came from the tape measure that moved between your hands and calling out the measurements to Hiah who silently scribbled them down within the notebook she held. Jungwon complied to your commands easily, as if he were used to it causing the fitting to go by faster than the others.
The starter suit that was picked for him didn't need as much altercations as the rest, something that you were thankful for.
"So, how long have you two been friends?" Jungwon finally spoke, breaking the quiet as he grew enough confidence. With both pairs eyes flickering up at him initiating the conversation, you smiled.
"Two years," Hiah answered. "We met when she started working with my mom at KYE,"
Jungwon frowned his brows. He was confused by two things, one being how short your friendship was considering you acted as if you’ve known each other for far longer, and the second being the concept of you working at a high end fashion brand considering your age. Seemingly reading his thoughts, you didn't bother to say anything, waiting for him to speak for himself and instead continued to focus on the measurements.
After a few moments, he opened his mouth to speak once more. "___-ssi," Humming in response, you flickered your eyes up to meet Jungwon's. "What year were you born?"
"2002," You answer, smiling once his eyes widen. Hiah snorts at the sight, never not finding amusement in the look of astonishment that came from others when you spoke of your accomplishments.
"I'm sorry, it's just surprising," Jungwon apologizes, once more his face warms up out of embarrassment and he has to refrain from moving his arms to cover up his expression. Although his line of work isn't exactly conventional either, you were roughly two years older than him and working with a well known fashion brand, that was something to definitely take as a shocker.
"She gets that a lot," Hiah waves him off, acting as if it were no big deal causing the three of you to fall into a fit of laughter. "Wait till she tells you about how smart she is,"
Raising a brow expectantly, Jungwon turned back to you, silently urging for you to go on. Now being the one to feel flustered from the attention, you put more focus on your tailoring job to occupy yourself rather than having to look at him directly and speak.
"I, uh, graduated university last winter with a double major in Fashion Design and Business Marketing. Since then I've been working at KYE full time but that's it,"
Rolling her eyes, Hiah poked her head up to gain Jungwon's attention. "She's from America and graduated secondary schooling there at 16. While she was still in school, she was taking classes for University so she was able to graduate early from both and now has two degrees. She's a genius,"
"Hiah," You scold, face feeling hot from the unnecessary praise. Turning to the boy, you send him an awkward smile. "Don't mind her, but now I guess you have my life biography summed up?" You joke, attempting to ease the air more so for yourself than anything as the other two saw no problem with the open ended telling of your genius-like nature as Hiah like to put it.
Sensing how you began to feel uncomfortable, Jungwon sent you a smile before clearing his throat. "So you're the suit designer for the wedding ___-ssi?"
Watching as your shoulders deflated, you visibly relaxed at the change of subject. Nodding along with a grateful look, one that Jungwon pretended not to notice, you gestured to the racks of clothing on the far side of the room.
"Technically yes, I designed the suits and bridesmaids dresses but the only thing I made fully on my own was the wedding dress," You explain, pointing to both the suits and garment bagged clothing. "I told my mom she should've just went to a shop but she insisted I do it so we compromised. Now all that's left is to make final altercations to the designs I sent in, which is evidently why you're here, and finishing off her dress with final touches,"
Jungwon's eyes lit up in realization, suddenly connecting the dots that he didn't before. "You're Nadia-ajhumma's daughter!"
You let out a laugh at his reaction. "Yes, she's my mother," Considering Jungwon was apart of the groomsmen and one you hadn't met before at that, you knew he was one of Myung-jun's, your soon to be father-in-laws, invite but apparently he knew Nadia as well.
With his eyes throughly skimming over your features, Jungwon began to take notice of the similarities between the mother and daughter duo. Blinking a few times, he began to speak. "Myung-jun and my dad are best friends, I've met your mother a few times during the holiday's. She's always been very nice and her cooking is amazing,"
"Was it this past Christmas?" You asked, furthering the conversation while Jungwon nods. "Ah, we must've missed each other. I was in the States until the 29th," A hum of acknowledgment comes from him.
"Well congratulations, I hope we'll be seeing each other more," Jungwon smiles, his single dimple popping out cheekily.
Hearing the sound of something falling, the two of you turn to see Hiah slumped in her seat. With the notebook having fallen to the ground and the pen barely dangling between her fingers, the girl's mouth was hung agape as she pointed toward Jungwon. Wide eyed full of surprise, she directs her high pitched voice to you as she attempts to whisper but her voice filled the room as she spoke.
"He has a dimple? Oh, c'mon he's adorable,"
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how twice would break your heart
a/n: i'm kind of going through it rn and this was just sitting in my drafts. this might be my last post for a while. i know it's quite short and there should be more but i don't think i'm in the right headspace to finish this nor do i have the heart to so i'll just publish it instead. and if some seem similar to one other, i'm sorry. i'll add pictures maybe later
angst
headcanon
nayeon
- "we should break up."
- cuts it off clean
- whatever she's feeling: trapped, unhappy, unsatisfied, scared, whatever it is -- she will not hesitate to tell you
- but it's the way the words fly out of her mouth that it's almost as if she didn't care about you
- your relationship at that very moment felt like it was a facade.
- but it's only because it's the way she wants to portray herself that way in front of you
- if only she'd let you really knew how much it hurt her to break things off with you
- it's the way the world would shift without you in it
- it's the way the stars wouldn't mean the same without you by her side
- if you knew how she truly felt, you'd fight harder for her to stay and she knows she would too
jeongyeon
- "i'm sorry."
- it's honest. it's cold. and it hurts.
- there's no other way she can really tell you. it's who she was. she couldn't ease the pain with sugar coated words or actions. she wouldn't.
- but it's the way tears stream down her face that shatters your heart, even more so than her words do.
- you don't know why she does it. you don't know why she's breaking your heart. she doesn't tell you.
- all that's left is in it's wake is nothing but a stream of repeated apologies from her, begging, regret, and doors slammed in front of each other's faces.
momo
- "i don't... know how to tell you this."
- it's always been difficult for momo to express her feelings but this time, it's really never been harder.
- she almost choked on her own words as she sees your face and your eyes, full of uncertainty.
- the moment the words escape from her lips, she already knew how much it would hurt.
- there you stood in front of her: fists clenched, cheeks flushed in red, your eyes pooling with tears
- her hand instinctively goes to wipe them away, but she catches herself. she can't anymore. she shouldn't.
- you see the way conflict internalizes in herself, your heart already knowing it's not hers anymore.
- she refuses to have your heart anymore and that's what hurts the both of you the most.
sana
- "it's not you, it's me."
- sana's words are cold and calculated. almost planned in a way.
- there's no rhyme or reason as to why she did it. it makes you doubt whether what you two has was real but she remains stone-faced, quietly asking you to leave.
- it's the way she tells you it. the cold heartedness.
- there's words that are said that can never be taken back. doors that shut tight.
- but it's the cries that she can hear outside her house now, that does it in for her.
- emotions begin to clog up her throat as she truly breaks down, nothing but regret filling her body.
jihyo
- "i think... we were the right people but not at the right time."
- hopeful yet laced with dread
- jihyo was a passion driven women and it was the height of her career.
- you should've expected it, really. the way she sat you down, hands kept to herself.
- it's the absence of her touch that really that does it for you. normally it's quite the opposite, the two of you never really getting enough of each other.
- you want what's best for her. really, you do. but that doesn't mean you could just let her go.
- jihyo questions her decision nonstop in the face of your tears, but the words were already said. the tears have already been shed.
- when she's finally and truly alone, the apartment you two once shared is void of noise.
- and she's just not sure anymore if this would be worth it without you.
mina
- "you deserve better."
- it's quiet and tired
- the thought of talking with you has obviously been relenting at mina for a long time.
- you're so surprised she actually believes you two should break up because you know that she's the one for you.
- but she doesn't.
- even through all your tears, you can see how it haunts her.
- being with you because she's always believing that there may be someone new, someone better for you.
- and that's what hurts you the most as she walks out the door, leaving you alone for the last time.
dahyun
- "we need to talk."
- it's pulled back, all the emotions barely there
- she has never felt happier but she knows she's never been the best for you
- she can barely express how she loves you let alone say it
- and she knows you'll find someone who can
- it'll just take time
- time better off spent without her
- even if she knows it might be the wrong way to do it, proven by your tears as she walked out on you, it's the only way she knows how to do it
- and that's why she can't let you stay in her heart any longer
chaeyoung
- "we both deserve to be happy."
- it's plain and simple. but it's what she truly believes.
- she's the happiest when she's with you. she's at her best.
- but she knows you aren't. it's dismal without her for such long periods of time and she knows it's hard on you.
- she loves you too much to be the one holding you down and she refuses to have it any other way.
- with a heavy heart, she walks out on you with tears in her eyes even through all your cries. even through all your pleads for her to stay.
- she's so so sorry but she truly believes you'll find someone better.
- she's just not sure if she could do the same.
tzuyu
"i think we're better off alone."
- struggles to truly get it across.
- it's so overwhelmingly difficult for her to tell you because she loves you.
- so much more than you'll ever know.
- she doesn't want to leave you but she feels like she needs to.
- it's the fear of uncertainty that gets to her.
- it's the constant worry of you wanting to leave her that she makes the stupid decision of doing it first.
- it's the way tears dribble down your face as you watch her leave that makes everything come crashing down
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Hi! I'd like to request something about my OC and Ghost if it's alright with you and you're still taking requests. No pressure and absolutely no rush. If I missed that you're not taking requests at the moment, I'm sorry.
I'm writing a fanfic about my OC, and to know her better I'll link my headcanons of her https://www.tumblr.com/gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot/718834905462751232/sergeant-christine-riot-vega-task-force-141?source=share
I'm feeling a bit down with life and my fic so I thought I'd request something about them to cheer me up. Of course feel free to not answer or not do it, it's perfectly ok!
If you decide to do it, I'd prefer something fluff/smut (smutty fluff? fluffy smutt? :D ) or just fluff/comfort, whatever is fine, really. My fic is a slow burn and although there are signs (and I have their first kiss already written), I'd love to see something with them already established. In my head, although both are deeply traumatised (both having undergone torture and lost their families) their relationship is surprisingly healthy.
Again, should you have other questions, or just discard this completely, it's completely fine. Thank you for reading!
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Fluff with a sprinkle of smut in the end
Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x OC of @gamergirlbones
Summary: Just a quiet evening with a silly game.
TW: A bit of smut under cut
Authors note: I hope, this makes you smile for at least a minute. I really wanted to keep things fluffy and comforting. This all is taking place long after their first kiss (and maybe confessions).
One of those evenings
“Your turn, Lt.”
Ghost blinked and looked around. If it wasn't for his mask, all others would see his puzzled expression right now. “Where were we?” Ghost voice is calm and steady, as if he wasn't desperately trying to remember, at what point of discussion his mind drifted away somewhere far.
“Ehm, we are all captured and sentenced to death. Each of us gets a last wish. No limits, but no cheating like ‘i wish for a 1000 wishes’ either.” As Gaz was reminding him of what were they discussing, Simon silently looked from one face to another, trying to guess, who came up with such an idea. Ghost was mentally betting on Johnny, but deep inside he knew that Riot could also offer such a grim game theme at the end of the day.
“So what would you wish for?”
“A gun.”
A collective sigh of disappointment swept over the campfire around which they had all gathered. “We agreed to not cheat,” groaned Gaz. “Hey, I'm ok with that answer. It means, mine is still the best!” Soap is shining with pride, but Riot protests. “Hey, that's just not fair. We were competing to find the funniest of us - not the most strategic-minded. Ghost deserves a second chance on this one.”
“You want my last wish to be absurd?” Simon scoffs. “What am I supposed to ask for? A fucking cup of tea?”
“Na-a-ah, the parade in my honor is still funnier.” Soap winks at Riot and adds ‘Ok, Lt, last chance. Give us your best shot’.
Ghosts eyes travel down to his side, where Riot sits, but he stops himself. “I'd wish to relive one of those evenings.” Silence reigns around the campfire. Everyone seems to be waiting for him to elaborate.
***
Simons mind drifts to one of the memories, he values the most. That time, he managed to sneak her from the base, keep her to himself for some time. It was a dream come true: a few days of peace in her loving hands. From the moment, she exited his car and stepped into tall grass, coming closer to his remote cabin, till the moment she kissed him goodbye a few days later - this was heaven. On the first evening they made a bonfire, just like the one, they were sitting around right now. Only that time there were just the two of them.
The crackle of burning logs mingled with the din of crickets at sunset. He crawled over to her chair, hugged her from behind, and rested his chin on her shoulder.
"It turns out I needed it." Her voice was tired and soft. “Of course you did. You've been burning that candle at both ends for too long.” Ghost felt, he should have made her go on this brief vacation earlier.
“I know, how stressful it can get. Mission after mission, then obstacle courses back on the base, advanced weaponry, physical training…” Ghost reached for her hand, held it lightly, and barely touched his lips to the top of it. “And at the end of the day, you are left with a shittone of paperwork.” Christine winced.
“Oh, don't get me started on that one.” His croaky voice left a tingling feeling somewhere deep inside her chest. As if they communicated now not only verbally, although his touch was still pure and undemanding. Her body was exhausted, her mind - drifted to sleep. “Come on, let's get you to the bed,” Ghost whispered, not wanting to distract her peaceful state of mind. But when she refused and asked to ‘leave her right on this chair under the stars’, he rose without letting go of her hand and added: “Make your lieutenant proud: get up.”
“So many ways to abuse your rank, Lt. And still, you choose the most innocent one…” Christine murmured, but stood up and let him lead the way. It was only when she was undressed, bathed and nicely tucked with a cozy blanket, when Ghost finally answered her: “I'll use and abuse my rank in every most unholy way once you get a nice sleep, love.” Maybe it was banal fatigue, or maybe it was a burning eagerness to find out how he could ‘abuse his higher rank’, but she felt asleep quickly enough in his arms, catching the last seconds of her waking moments as he softly kissed her temple.
***
“One of those evenings?” Someone around the campfire finally vocalizes the question, that hung up in the air, since Ghost made his ‘last wish’.
“Ahem, how about we all agree that Soap won and call it a night?” Riot looks around and, without waiting for their answer, gets up and moves away towards one of the small shacks that served to 141 as temporary shelters before the start of the operation.
Ghost waits for a while, he always does. Just to stand up a bit later and disappear somewhere in the woods, tangling his traces. Their bond with Riot may be obvious to others, but he still keeps it all low.
He comes in to her cabin so quietly, it's almost impossible to hear his steps. But Riot always knows, when Simon gets closer to her, as if she feels his presence with some kind of the sixth Sense. So when he stops before a small sink to freshen up, it's actually her, who surprises him, sliding her fragile palms under his shirt.
“One of those evenings? Care to elaborate?” Simon practically hears her smiling, as she asks that. His hand covers hers under his shirt. “Go wait for me in bed, love. I'll be there in five.”
Their voices are muffled, his fingers sink into the rye-gold of her hair, the other hand cradles her body in the most careful loving embrace. “Evenings, when I can steal you for myself alone.” His lips are brushing against her jawline. “Evenings, when you can feel safe in my hands.” His body is radiating with heat, making her pull off her shirt after a short time. “Evenings, when you don't need to be strong and composed, and can lose yourself under my touch.”
Eventually her pants are too so warm and uncomfortable. Simon helps her out of them. They stay snuggled as he keeps describing her his last wish, his chin resting on top of her head, his fingers slowly drifting up and down her spine. Christines mind slowly drifts as he purrs his most treasured memories of them two into her ear. At the back of her mind, she questions herself, how many of those evenings are there left. But his heat and the hardness beneath Christine make her forget those fears. The way he, a hardened soldier, a living breathing legend of the battlefields frowns under her touch… The way his breath hitches every time her fingers casually slide up the inside of his thigh… This is all too much to still count their coming evenings.
Simon too eventually stops reminiscing on the past and concentrates on what is important right now: her in his hands. His fingers slowly caressing her through the underwear, his lips forming the most beautiful, yet unspoken words along her ears and neck. Christine - not Riot, but his Christine looses her quiet and a tad bitter demeanor the moment his mouth slants over hers, pulling her into his lap, her panties pulled to the side. He makes her forget that stupid game, forget her doubts and pains with a first solid thrust. Rolling her over, cradling her body underneath his, dragging small whimpers and moans from her lips - this is another night to remember. Another night, he'd wish, he could relive again and again.
After her first release Simon lowers his mouth to her ear and asks “Any particular wishes for your second round, dear?”. Her eyes are wet, darkened with a thick veil of desire. “You were so gentle… I'd love you to be bolder this time.”
“How much, love?” His smile is loving, but his voice grows somewhat sinister.
She grits her teeth and exhales. “I want it rough. I want to feel every vein, every single inch… But not your mercy this time.”
His chuckle is low, and dark, and not at all soothing as his palm slides up to squeeze her breast. “Is that all?”
She shudders a breath, realizing what a deep void she has just discovered.
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Narcissus [Pilot]
Hawks/Keigo Takami x Reader
Content warning: My own take on the Hanahaki Disease. English is not my best language. Foul language. Angst. May not feel like a Reader-insert considering that Reader has a given quirk and other parameters (except appearance) [I'll be updating the list as I go]
Synopsis: In a world where humans have further evolved into having redundant traits, you are simply trying to survive life while assisting the Winged Hero.
Note: This story concept smacked me on the head when I was having a sad girl moment.
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"Don't forget your meeting with the chairwoman at 2 PM." You remind Hawks as you hand him a stack of papers for him to go through and sign.
"Yeah, yeah. Of course." Your boss grumbles as he goes through a casefile.
In a world where humans have further evolved into gaining superhuman abilities, meta abilities as they have first been coined, comes in a rather redundant trait.
You personally think that quirks are an interesting evolutionary trait. They vary and therefore cannot be pinpointed to selective pressures in nature. It is not akin to peppered moths darkening due to the soot that comes with the Industrial Revolution, quirks were random and have no basis.
So did the abilities of humans coughing up petals after petals when they feel strongly for another person.
You have worked with Hawks three months since he started his hero agency. Fresh out of college and simply through nepotism, maybe a little bit of genetic luck. Your quirk and your family ties were what links you to the Wing Hero.
"I'd appreciate it if you actually read through the reports since, you know, Madame Witch herself would like to know how your last mission went. In full detail." You add in annoyance.
You watched him start as a new hero, a new agency and simply a company you joined through the recommendations by your mother. A mysterious boy that came out of nowhere much like you did if anybody were to take tabs.
"When have I actually not?" Hawks retorts, he looks up to you with such a charmingly playful smile.
"Would you actually like me to list that out for you?" You huff out. It took a while for your relationship with your boss to stabilise.
You joined Hawks' hero agency a few months after the agency itself started. Hawks was anal at first, absolutely all over the place after just firing his fifth assistant in the three-month period his company was set up. He grilled you, put you through so many tasks with mind numbing filings and organising paperwork as his previous assitants simply could not keep up. He was intimidating and a bit pissy, already forecasted for you to fail and to be tossed away but you managed. In fact, you exceeded his expectations, having been able to be a step behind him and sometimes a step before.
When you hit your second month in the company, he actually became a bit nicer and more relaxed. Perhaps it is the fact that you were able to clean up the administrative mess that was caused by the start-up of his business plus the fact that you're coping quite well under the pressure of his ever growing popularity and high demands. And that you memorised his personal likes and dislikes.
And now four years later, your dynamic with your boss is much like you being the nagging mother, constantly reminding him of the mundane tasks of hero work while also picking up after him.
"What does next week look like?" He asks, still reading through whatever casefile the Hero Public Safety Commission handed him some time ago.
"No meetings but your new sidekicks are joining in so you're---"
"Training them, yeah, got it." He sighs, snapping the folder shut and shoots you a tired smile.
It is admirable how Hawks can withstand the pressure of being the number 3 hero despite his young age. He breaks records of being the youngest and fastest while looking so cool and effortless that spectators are under the assumption that he is an under challenged prodigy.
But he is not. He is simply human running on constant adrenaline and stress.
"I'll go grab you some coffee. You might wanna look alive for when the chairwoman shows up." You offer, turning your heels and making your way out of his office.
"Have I mentioned that you're such an angel?" He calls out and you can hear the grin in his voice.
"Many times." You retort like clockwork.
He always tries to make himself look like he has got his shit together despite his age. And honestly? That's definitely why a lot of the people in this country cough up sunflowers when they think of him.
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Bonds Unveiled
Supernatural FanFic : 8,085 Words : First Work : OC
⚠️ 18+ Content Spicy⚠️
Chapter 6 Feeding
The Bunker is filled with a heavy silence as Sam and Dean sit in the library, their concern etched on their faces. The room is dimly lit, casting long shadows across the bookshelves. They exchange worried glances, their thoughts consumed by Saia's condition.
Sam breaks the silence, his voice laced with concern. "I just don't understand why she isn't getting any better. It's been three days since we returned, and she's been sleeping the whole time."
Dean runs a hand through his hair, his eyes raising from the book in front of him. "I know, Sam.” Dean sighs. “She should be recovering, but something's off. She doesn't seem to be getting any better.”
Sam nods, his concern deepening. "Do you think it's something to do with her injuries? Maybe she's more hurt than she let on."
Dean rubs his temples, his voice tinged with frustration. "Maybe. We need to find out what's going on with her.” Dean pushes his chair away from the table. “I'll go talk to her, see if she's willing to talk."
As Dean approaches Saia's door, he knocks gently, calling out her name. "Hey, it's me. Can we talk? We're worried about you."
There's a moment of silence before Saia's weary voice responds from the other side. "I... I'm fine, Dean. Just tired. Maybe a little sore."
Dean's concern deepens, and he pushes further. "Saia, it's been days.”
There's a pause, and then Saia's voice grows softer, vulnerable. "I know, Dean. But I just need time. I'll be okay."
Dean shakes his head in a silent response. From the corner of his eye he sees Sam walking down the hall; looking at him confused as to why he is still in the hall. Sam’s eyes and expression ask Dean this unspoken question as he walks to stand next to his brother. Dean shakes his head again, this time to Sam as he motions to the door with his hands. Dean's eyes furrow with determination as he takes hold of Saia’s door knob, pausing a moment he thinks about if he really wants to just walk in when Sam speaks up.
Sam, standing nearby, adds his support. "Saia, please let us help you. We're worried about you, and we want to make sure you're okay."
A few moments later, Saia opens the door, her appearance disheveled and her eyes heavy with fatigue. She offers a weak smile to Sam and Dean, allowing them to enter her room. Sam gently closes the door behind them, his eyes filled with worry as he takes in Saia's tired and visibly exhausted state. He approaches her slowly, concern etched on his face.
“So how you feeling?” Sam would ask as he followed her over to her bed, pulling up a chair next to it.
“I'm... I'm okay, Sam. Just really tired. It's nothing to worry about." Saia musters a weak smile, her voice barely above a whisper.
Dean, on the other hand, seems more preoccupied with observing Saia's room. His eyes scan the surroundings, taking note of the unfamiliarity. "This is a cozy little setup you got here. Haven't seen much of your room before."
“Dean.” Sam shoots Dean a glance of disapproval before turning his focus back on Saia's well-being. “Saia, you don't look okay. We can see how exhausted you are."
"I promise, guys, it's just fatigue. I've been resting, trying to recover. It's just taking longer than I expected." Saia's gaze flickers between Sam and Dean, her weariness evident.
"Saia, you don't have to put on a brave face for us. We're here to help, remember? Tell us what's really going on." Dean's brow furrows, skepticism crossing his features.
"It’s just a Kitsune thing. But I didn't want to burden you with my struggles." Saia's eyes well up with tears, her vulnerability becoming apparent.
“Is there anything we can do to help?” Sam asked, at a lost knowing that it’s a Kitsune issue.
“Yeah maybe a certain kind of food or herb? I don’t know, what do Kitsune’s eat?” Dean’s suggestion originally started directed to Saia, but turned to Sam by the end of it.
Saia chuckled at Dean’s attempt to help, funny enough he was more spot-on than he knew. “I just need time, unfortunately. Sorry.” she smiled at the brothers who looked just as worried as when they came in.
Sam and Dean exit Saia's room, their expressions filled with determination and a touch of frustration. They walk down the bunker's corridor, deep in thought, contemplating their next move.
"Sam, there has to be something we're missing. Kitsunes might be rare, but there has to be some lore or information out there."
"I've scoured through all our resources, Dean. Books, databases, everything. But there's not much on them. It's like they're shrouded in mystery." Sam nods, his brows furrowed with concern.
"Damn it. We need answers, Sam.”
"Maybe we should reach out to others. See if anyone has come across any information about Kitsunes. Garth might have some leads or contacts." Sam pulls out his phone, ready to make a call.
"Yeah, and what about Angelique? She's had experience with supernatural creatures. Maybe she knows something that can help us." Dean nods in agreement, pulling out his phone as well. As the brothers walk off in different directions on the phone searching for answers a thump can be heard in another part of the Bunker.
“Hey, What about Angelique? Did you reach out to her?" Sam would ask as they met back in the library.
“I tried, but she didn't have any specific information on Kitsunes either. What about Garth?” Dean would ask as he walked next to Sam.
“He said he would check around for us and let us know, that’s about it though.” Sam’s voice didn’t care much hope.
“Great, so now what?” Dean would ask in frustration but didn’t really expect an answer. Sam suddenly pauses, his hand resting on Dean's shoulder to halt him in his tracks. Dean glances at Sam, his eyebrows raised in curiosity.
“What? What’s wrong?” Dean asked confused.
Sam points straight ahead to a book standing upright on the end of the table. The book catches their attention with its peculiar placement and the note attached to it. Dean squints to read the note, which simply says, "Enjoy."
"Where the hell did that come from?"
Sam shakes his head, equally perplexed. "I have no idea, Dean. It wasn't there before.”
The brothers exchange puzzled looks, their curiosity piqued. Slowly, they approach the table, maintaining caution. The book seems innocent enough, but they can't help but wonder about its origins and the mysterious note signed with a simple "C."
"C? Crowley, maybe? But why would he leave a book? How did he leave a book?” Dean asked one question after another, the next better then the last.
Sam hesitates for a moment, then decides to pick up the book and examine it. He flips through the pages, scanning the contents.
"Dean……It's a book on Kitsunes.” Sam’s voice was heavy in disbelief. “It looks like a comprehensive guide. Maybe Crowley wants to help us after all." He would chuckle at his own unthinkable comment.
Dean raises an eyebrow, his skepticism still evident. "Helping us? That doesn't sound like Crowley; there has to be a catch." Dean was looking around the room as though he would find proof of his claim.
Sam nods in agreement, though at this point he was no longer really listening to his brother as he starts to flip through the book more attentively, searching for any valuable insights. As he delves into its pages, he realizes that the book contains extensive knowledge of Kitsunes—legends, lore, abilities, and even possible ways to heal and restore their energy.
"Dean, this is incredible! There is so much detail information here.” Sam was excited. “Oh, here we go Kitsune Magic.” Sam would begin to read aloud.
“Kitsune can study any normal field of magic. A drawback they possess however is that to use any form of magic requires them to either draw the energy from a source of power, or draw it from themselves. Unlike mortals, though, they weaken when they draw off their own energies, which does not replenish under its own power. A Kitsune who casts magic too often will eventually become weak, and starved.”
Dean listens intently, his eyes widening as the realization dawns on him.
"Dean, this explains why Saia hasn't been recovering. She used her Kitsune powers extensively during the fight with the vampires. Her energy must have been depleted, and she hasn't been able to replenish it on her own." Sam looks up from the book, meeting Dean's gaze with a mix of concern and understanding.
"So that's why she's been so weak. But there has to be a way to help, right?” Dean's features harden as he processes the information, the weight of the situation sinking in.
“I’m looking.” Sam nods, his determination matching Dean's as he returned to flipping through the book.
Saia awakens from her sleep, feeling just as tired as before but with a growling stomach. She sits up in bed, surprised that neither Sam nor Dean has come to check on her or bring her something to eat. Pushing the thought aside, she musters the energy to get out of bed and make her way to the kitchen in search of food.
As she walks through the bunker, Saia passes by the library and notices Sam and Dean inside. They seem engrossed in something, their heads bent over a book. Curiosity piqued, she approaches them with a tired but curious expression on her face.
"Hey, what's going on? What are you guys up to in here?"
Sam looks up, his expression is slightly nervous, while Dean remains silent, his arms crossed defensively. Sam quickly glances at Dean before responding.
“Oh hey, we were actually... uh. We found something in this book that might explain what you've been going through." Sam holds up the book in front of him. Saia’s eyes immediately fixate on the book in Sam's hands, and her expression quickly shifts from curiosity to defensiveness.
“Where did you get that book? Where did you find it?" A sense of urgency in her voice.
Sam, caught off guard by Saia's sudden defensiveness, looks confused. "Saia, calm down. We just found it while doing some research to try and help you. What's the problem?"
Saia becomes visibly agitated, her fatigue making her reflexes slow as she tries to snatch the book from Sam's hands. However, Sam easily evades her attempt, holding the book out of her reach.
"Saia, what the hell is going on? Why are you acting like this?" Dean, growing concerned and stern, steps forward.
"The problem is that no copies of that book are supposed to exist anymore. I hunted them down a long time ago and burned them all. They contain dangerous information about my kind." Saia was becoming flustered.
Sam's confusion deepens as he tries to grasp the significance of Saia's words. "Wait, you've been trying to erase all the information on Kitsunes?"
Saia nods, a mixture of frustration and worry on her face.
Saia's flustered state grows as she musters the courage to ask Sam a difficult question. She hates to ask, but she knows it's necessary. With a hesitant tone, she finally speaks up.
"Sam, how much of the book have you already read?"
Sam pauses for a moment, his nervousness apparent in his voice. He knows that by reading the entire book, he now possesses personal information about Saia that she may not be ready to share. "I... I've read the whole book, Saia. I know what's wrong with you, and I... I know how to help."
Saia's shoulders slump as she lets out a heavy sigh. She had hoped that Sam hadn't read too much, that he wouldn't know the intimate details of her condition. But now, the truth is laid bare between them.
"It's not what you think, Sam." she says, her tone flustered and filled with a mix of embarrassment and frustration.
Dean watches the exchange between Sam and Saia, growing increasingly confused and frustrated with their secretive behavior. He can't stand being left in the dark and decides to take matters into his own hands. Snatching the book from Sam's hands, he demands an explanation.
"What the hell is going on? Why are you two being so damn weird?"
Saia's eyes widen, realizing that if Dean reads the same information Sam did, it would be even more embarrassing for her.
“Come on, Dean.” Sam would roll his eyes pleading with his brother, trying to stop him, but Dean ignores his words and avoids Saia's attempts to retrieve the book. He paces around the library, scanning through the section Sam had marked, searching for answers.
Suddenly, Dean's stride comes to a halt. His face transforms, his expression one of intense interest as he reads a particular passage. He mutters a simple "Huh" before turning to Saia, his gaze fixed on her eyes.
"You feed off people through sex?"
Saia's whole face turns bright red as Dean bluntly voices what she thought would remain hidden. The realization that Dean now knows her secret leaves her mortified and at a loss for words.
Saia tries to explain to the brothers that the passage is misleading and that she does not feed off people through sex. She is flustered and desperate to clarify the situation.
"No, it's not what you think! That passage is taken out of context. It's not about feeding off people through sex. It's about the essence we can draw from others, but it's not solely tied to sexual encounters."
Despite Saia's explanation, Dean proceeds to read the passage aloud as he stands before her:
The Kitsune feed from the essence of people. As long as they do not tap into the abilities they posses, they will function more or less as normal for a human or fox. Use of their abilities will weaken them, but if given the chance to relax, they will recover on their own. However in times when rest is not enough to recover the other source that Kitsune can feed from is the soul, the strongest source of essence found. To a Kitsune, this is a resource far greater than any other. To feed the Kitsune must first touch the target. The soul, however, is a reluctant source of nourishment. For a Kitsune to actually benefit, the target should be willing. The more willing the victim is to be fed from, the less harm they will suffer from being drained, and the more the Kitsune will receive from the target. A Kitsune's willing lover is much safer than a resisting victim, and the Kitsune will benefit more from a lover. It is a good guess that this is why Kitsune are more willing to seduce others than to simply take what they wish, even if it is for reasons of trickery. Once feeding has begun, the experience becomes pleasant, and the more that is taken, the more pleasure both the Kitsune, and the target, will feel.”
Dean’s voice filled the room with uncomfortable tension. The words hang in the air as Dean's gaze shifts between Sam and Saia, waiting for further clarification.
Saia stands before Dean completely dumbfounded that He. Just. Did. That. After a moment of silence, Dean would continue.
"So, you're saying you don't feed off people through……" Dean is cut off by Sam clearing his thought in an attempt to save everyone from further embarrassment, though it was clear that Dean was actually enjoying this.
"Saia, we need to know the truth. Can you just explain how does your feeding actually work?" Sam would ask clearly. “We just want to help.”
Saia takes a deep breath, her face still flushed with embarrassment and prepares to offer a detailed explanation, hoping to clear any misconceptions and shed light on her true nature as a Kitsune.
"Okay, let me clarify. The act of sex itself isn't necessary for feeding. It's about finding a willing participant. The more willing they are, the more beneficial it is for both parties involved. The essence exchange is smoother, and the person being fed from feels less drained. And yes, there is a pleasurable aspect to it, but it's not the primary focus." She pauses, feeling the weight of Dean's teasing gaze, and continues with a hint of bashfulness.
"Look, I know it might sound strange, but it's not about exploiting or tricking people. It's about finding a connection and mutual consent. Like many supernatural beings who feed in similar ways, it's just easier to hide what's actually happening by sleeping with them. Especially in the past, when humans were more aware of our existence and blending in was harder."
Sam listens attentively, understanding the nuances of Saia's explanation and the challenges she faces as a Kitsune.
Dean, on the other hand, can't resist a teasing remark, his mischievous smile evident. "Well, Saia, guess we've all got our secrets and techniques.” Sam just shakes his head at his bothering, his eyes asking what is wrong with him. Dean clears his throat in an attempt to be serious. “Just make sure you're careful out there, alright?"
Sam rolls his eyes so hard he actually turns his whole body away from Dean in the process. “Oh, God. Dean, please just…. stop talking.”
Saia's eyes widen in surprise and a mix of shock and disbelief as she processes Dean's teasing comment. She takes a moment to compose herself, shaking off the impact of his words, before addressing the brothers' concerns. “Dean, that's not... I don't feed off people, alright? I never have and I never will.”
“But the book mentioned that if you're too weak, you could starve without feeding. It's been three days since the fight, Saia. Are you sure you're alright?” Sam would ask as he moved to Saia’s side.
“I understand your concern, Sam. And believe me, I'm doing everything I can to recover. I've been in similar situations before, and I've found ways to replenish my energy without taking it from others. It just takes time.” Saia nods with a reassuring smile.
“How?” Dean had such a way with words sometimes.
Saia paused for a moment to consider her response. “It's... complicated. Let's just say that there are natural energies in the world that I can tap into, harnessing them to restore my own strength. It's a matter of finding balance and understanding how to utilize those energies.”
“But what if it's not enough? What if you don't fully recover?” The look of worry still plagued Sam’s face.
Saia nodded her head. “Trust me, I'll reach out if I need help.”
Sam and Dean exchange a look, their concern is evident, but they also acknowledge Saia's determination and optimism.
Saia would sigh heavily while rubbing her temples. “I think I’m going to head back to my room for a bit.”
“Weren’t you going to eat? You were heading to the kitchen.” Dean points out.
Saia shakes her head as she turns to walk away. “I’m not hungry anymore. Maybe later.”
“Alright, well, don't hesitate to call us if you need anything, okay?” Sam would call out to her.
Saia smiled weakly as she slowly makes her way out of the library, her steps growing slower and more labored. Dean and Sam watch her leave, their worry evident in their expressions.
“Man, she looks completely drained. I hope she gets some good rest.” Dean would admit.
“Yeah, me too.”
“Let's give her some space and hope she can recharge. We'll be here if she needs us.” Dean nods as he pats his brother on the shoulder before walking off.
Sam just nods his head where he stood.
Sam paces back and forth in front of Saia's bedroom door, his mind filled with worry and uncertainty. He whispers to himself, rehearsing what he wants to say before knocking on the door.
“Okay, you got this? I just gotta be up front and…” Sam pauses, his words trailing off.
“Okay.. Alright.” Sam runs a hand through his hair, then shakes them out; trying to calm his nerves. He takes a deep breath and reaches out to knock on the door. After a moment's hesitation, his hand drops back down to his side.
“No, wait. What if she is asleep? Ugh.” Sam grunts at himself in frustration. He continues to pace, conflicted about whether to knock or wait a little longer. After a few more moments of internal struggle, Sam finally gathers his resolve. He takes a deep breath, and lifts his hand. Just as Sam's hand is about to knock on the door, Saia's voice cuts through the silence, calling out to him from inside the room.
“Sam, just come in already.”
Sam freezes for a moment, surprise evident on his face. He hesitates before turning the doorknob and slowly opening the door. He peeks his head inside first, looking slightly sheepish.
“Uh, sorry for disturbing you, Saia. I just wanted to check on you. Are you feeling okay?”
“No need to apologize, Sam. I knew you were outside. You can come in.” Saia sits on her bed, her expression softening as she looks at Sam. She motions for him to come in, her voice filled with understanding.
“I, uh, just wanted to make sure you're doing alright or if you need anything.” Sam takes a step into the room, closing the door behind him gently. He glances around nervously, his hands fidgeting with each other.
“I appreciate you checking on me, I'll be alright. Just need more time.” Saia's eyes meet Sam's, her expression warm and appreciative.
Sam stands a few feet from Saia's bed, his body language reflecting his hesitation. He searches for the right words, his hands gesturing nervously as he speaks.
“Okay. Well um actually the real reason I came here… is I want to offer myself to you. To feed from so you can recover more quickly. I know it’s weird, but I want to help.”
There is a moment of silence as Saia processes Sam's words, her eyes studying his face. Sam starts to fidget with his hands, unsure if she even heard him. “Uh, did you... Did you hear what I just said?”
Saia's gaze lingers on Sam, her expression a mix of surprise and gratitude. S“Yeah! Sorry, I heard you.” he shakes her head slightly, as if breaking free from her internal thoughts, and offers him an apologetic smile. “Sam, I appreciate your offer more than you know. But it's not necessary for you to do this. I understand your concern, and it means a lot to me that you're willing to do this but I assure you, I will be fine without it.”
Sam, He approaches her bed, sitting on the end with one leg resting on the mattress, facing her directly.
“Saia, I can't just let this go. This weakened state you're in... it's because of us. If we hadn't been captured, you wouldn't have had to rescue us, and you wouldn't be going through this. I really want to do this for you, to help you get back on your feet.” Sam’s voice became more direct and earnest as he speaks. His sincerity shines through his words as he tries to persuade Saia. He understands the hesitation she feels, but he believes that it's worth it if it means helping her recover.
Saia remains apprehensive about Sam's offer, her eyes reflecting her inner struggle. She takes a deep breath, trying to find the right words to explain her reservations to Sam.
“Sam, I appreciate your concern and your willingness to help, but feeding off people... it's something I've always avoided. I don't want to be seen as a monster, and I don't want to harm anyone. That's why I've hidden my true self and abilities for so long. It's just... it's complicated.”
“Look, I know it might be weird, but I don't care. We've been through so much together, and you've always been there for us. It's time for us to be there for you, no matter what it takes. I don't see you as a monster, Saia. I see you as our friend, someone who's saved our lives more times than we can count.”
Silence fills the room.
“I understand. I really do, believe me. Just.. Just let me do this, please?” Sam’s voice was almost pleading.
Saia's defenses start to crumble as Sam's words penetrate her walls. She looks into his eyes, seeing the genuine care and concern he holds for her. With a defeated sigh, she finally agrees, her voice laced with a mix of vulnerability and gratitude.
“Okay, Sam. I accept your offer.”
Sam sighs a breath of relief as he visibly relaxes at the moment.
“So uh, how do we….” Sam would ask, his hands motioning between them as a means to finish his question.
Saia's apprehension is palpable as she looks at Sam, her voice tinged with hesitation. She feels the weight of the situation and the vulnerability it brings. “Can you lock the door? The last thing I want is Dean walking in..”
Sam looks a bit puzzled, not fully grasping the significance of Saia's request, but he nods in response, trusting her judgment. Without uttering a word, he gets up and walks over to the door, locking it securely.
Saia's apprehension lingers as she takes a deep breath, mustering the courage to move forward with their arrangement. She looks at Sam, her voice filled with a mix of vulnerability and determination.
“Sam, I want you to understand that whatever happens, there won't be any judgment here.”
Sam, standing near the bed with his hands on his hips, nods in response. He believes he understands Saia's intention, thinking she is asking him not to judge her for what she is about to do.
“Of course.” Sam nods his brow slightly frowning.
Unbeknownst to Sam, Saia's words hold a deeper meaning. She is assuring him that she won't judge him either, knowing the vulnerability he is about to show. However, Saia decides not to correct him, realizing that the sentiment is still genuine and comforting.
Saia takes a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly as she prepares to ask Sam for another favor. She looks at him, her voice tinged with a mix of apprehension and reassurance.
“Thanks. So um can you go ahead and take your shirt off please?”
Sam's expression shifts to one of surprise, his mind momentarily freezing as he processes Saia's request. Saia can see the shock in his expression as he remains in place, unsure of how to respond.
“Physical touch is necessary for me to draw the energy I need.” Saia would explain.
“Oh. Um. Right, right.” Sam recalls reading about the necessity of physical touch in the book, but actually experiencing it is a different matter. With a mix of uncertainty and trust, he finally decides to comply with Saia's request. Half-hesitantly, he removes his jacket and then his shirt, setting them aside on a nearby chair.
Saia blushes, her cheeks turning a shade of pink as she tries to avert her gaze from Sam's impressive physique. She clears her throat, her voice slightly shaky as she continues.
“Um, Sam, if you could just lay on the bed, facing the wall, that would be... that would be good. I'll just... lay against your back if that is okay.”
Sam nods, understanding the instructions, and lies down on the bed as Saia requests. He keeps his gaze focused on the wall.
“As you may know from the book, since you're willing, there shouldn't be any…. discomfort.” Saia chose her word carefully. “It might take some time, though, so if you want to sleep through it, that is fine with me.”Saia informed Sam.
Sam nods again, a mix of trust and curiosity in his eyes as he settles into a comfortable position. He takes a deep breath, trying to relax and prepare himself for what's to come.
Sam feels the bed move beneath him as Saia removes her own shirt, but he remains focused on facing the wall though is curious about what she is doing. Without any further words, Saia lays down on the bed, her front against his back; her forehead against the spot where his shoulders meet. Sam can feel the warmth of her bare skin against his own; it is then that he realizes what she was doing. Though his mind races with thoughts, his face turning slightly pink, he keeps his composure and reminds himself this is an agreement to help Saia regain her strength.
Saia takes a deep breath, allowing her body to relax fully. With her eyes closed, she begins to draw Sam's essence from him. Though he doesn't fully understand what is happening, Saia can feel a river of energy washing over her, soothing and revitalizing her tired spirit. It's a comforting sensation, like a gentle breeze on a warm summer day. The taste of his essence is unique, with a subtle hint of fresh greens, reminiscent of his preferred eating habit no doubt.
As the exchange continues, Saia absorbs the energy, feeling her own strength slowly replenishing, her tails begin to sway more lively and her ears twitch. It's a delicate process, requiring concentration and mutual trust.
As time passes and Saia continues to draw energy from Sam.
Sam’s eyes are tightly shut, his breath hot and heavy as he tries to ignore the urges inside him, the desire to turn around and face Saia. Saia's eyes remain closed, her lips slightly parted as she leans into him, her soft sighs mix with the sound of their hearts pounding as their body temperatures rise.
As a wave of pleasure rushes through Sam like a roaring flame as the air becomes thicker with desire as he tries to fight against his muscles tensing and tightening as if every cell in his body is vibrating. He feels as if his skin has caught fire from within, every nerve ending electrically charged with the pleasure that floods him while Saia's presence intensifies the sensations further.
Sam can hear his own heart pounding in his ears as the pressure builds in his pants. His member is engorged, it bulges against the fabric as it grows still, clearly visible even in the dim light. His breath becomes ragged and quick and he can feel himself trembling in anticipation. He exhales as his arousal increases, he can feel the heat radiating off of his member and a low, almost guttural moan escaping from his lips. He wants desperately to reach down and touch his throbbing member as it rubs against the fabric covering it, but he knows he must resist.
Saia’s body is quivering in pleasure, her eyes closed in bliss as she drifts away on the waves of pleasure that she and Sam are experiencing together. Her forehead is pressed against Sam’s back where his shoulders meet, and her hair fans out around his face like a halo of soft silk.
Saia’s heavy breathing fills the air, her panting turning into sweet whimpers that only make Sam ache more. Her hot skin is pressed firmly against him, her body sweaty and slick from the heat that radiates off of them both. Her large breasts push firmly against his back, her hands tenderly caressing his skin as they move up and down his body. Her body rocks slightly against him with each wave of pleasure that she experiences, a subtle and pleasant grinding growing between them.
“ Sam “ Saia's voice trembles as she whimpers Sam's name in a soft, breathy plea. Her voice is laced with tenderness, desperation, and regret.
“ Saia “ Sam's voice is thick and throaty as Saia's name passes between his lips with a deep moan of pleasure that echoes off the walls. His breathing is heavy and uncontrolled as Saia's body rocks against his own. His hands grip the sheets, his knuckles turning white from the strain as he fights to control the pleasure coursing through him. His body shakes uncontrollably as his hard member throbs and pulses below, pushing against his pants and sending waves of pleasure throughout his body that make him arch his back.
Saia hears Sam moan her name breathlessly and it causes her to let out a gasp of surprise at the sounds that escape from her own lips. She feels her own body respond to Sam's as she feels the tension build in her own muscles. Saia’s body is tense and trembling as the orgasm takes over. Her grip on Sam becomes tighter, her thighs clench together, and her hips grind against him, as her back aches, in a rhythmic pulse of pleasure.
There is nothing but the sound of their labored breaths as they both calm down from the pleasure they just experienced. Their bodies both slumped against each other, exhaustion is evident in every line of their posture. The sheets are in disarray around them, bunched up and wrenched from the bed.
Sam silently leaves Saia's room, closing the door gently behind him. His hair is slightly disheveled and damp from sweat, and his clothes are wrinkled, indicating the intensity of the previous moments. As he steps into the hallway, he carries his jacket in hand, feeling a mix of emotions. However, his movement freezes as he spots his brother, Dean, leaning against the opposite wall, arms crossed, and wearing a judgmental expression.
Dean's eyes lock with Sam's, his gaze filled with curiosity and concern. The silence between them is heavy as Sam tries to find the right words, his mind racing with explanations and justifications. After a moment, Sam breaks the silence, his voice slightly shaky but determined.
"Dean, I... It's not what you think. Saia needed my help, and I... I offered. It was just to replenish her energy, to help her heal," Sam stammers, his eyes pleading for understanding.
Dean's expression softens slightly, but his arms remain crossed as he listens to Sam's explanation. He takes a deep breath, clearly struggling to find the right response. Finally, Dean uncrosses his arms and steps forward, placing one hand on his hip as the other runs through his hair.
“Sam. I just…” Dean sighs heavily looking up at his brother with his brow creased. “Are you alright?” Dean ask, his voice filled with genuine concern.
“Yeah, I am Dean.” Sam nods his head. “It was strange but we both agreed to it and it’s supposed to help her.”
Dean sighs again, a mixture of relief and lingering skepticism evident in his expression. "Alright, Sammy. Just... be careful, okay? I don’t like the idea of you being food."
Sam offers a small smile, appreciating Dean's concern. "I will.”
With that, Sam walks past Dean, heading down the hall. Dean watches him go, still processing the situation, before shaking his head and looking to Saia’s door. Eventually, Dean follows behind Sam.
The next morning, the bunker is quiet as Saia stealthily makes her way through the halls, her footsteps muffled to avoid detection. She cautiously peeks around corners, her heart racing with embarrassment, determined to avoid any encounters with the Winchester brothers. Her main objective is to reach the kitchen without being caught.
Saia's eyes dart around as she scans the hallway, making sure the coast is clear before proceeding. With a sigh of relief, she sees that the kitchen is empty, her chance to grab some breakfast without having to face either of the brothers just yet.
But just as Saia starts to relax, a voice cuts through the silence, freezing her in place.
"If you're looking for Sam, he's already out on his morning jog," Dean's voice rings out from behind her, laced with an unmistakable tone of displeasure.
Saia's body tenses, her back still facing Dean. She slowly turns around, her expression a mix of anxiety and trepidation, to face the disapproving older Winchester. She swallows nervously, her eyes avoiding direct contact with his intense gaze.
In the tense atmosphere of the bunker, Saia straightens herself and greets Dean with a forced smile, attempting to downplay his obvious anger.
“Oh, good morning.”
However, Dean's fury is palpable, and he doesn't hold back in expressing his disapproval of Saia's actions. His voice carries a mix of frustration and disappointment as he confronts her.
"I can't believe you would use Sam like some kind of midnight snack!" Dean's voice is filled with anger, his tone cutting through the air.
Taken aback by Dean's harsh words, Saia tries to defend herself, her voice trembling slightly.
"Dean, Sam came to me and offered. I didn't force him into anything," she explains, her voice filled with a mix of confusion and hurt.
Dean's anger only intensifies, his voice booming with frustration.
"Just because Sam offered doesn't mean you had to accept, Saia! It's not right, and I don't approve of it," he shouts, his face turning red with the intensity of his emotions.
Saia is at a loss for words, her eyes wide with disbelief. She tries to find the right words to explain her side, to make Dean understand, but his rage overwhelms her attempts to defend herself. She remains silent, allowing Dean to vent his anger, her gaze fixed on the floor.
Dean's tirade continues, each word filled with disgust for her actions. Saia fights back tears, her resolve to remain strong keeping her from faltering under Dean's harsh judgment. She knows she must bear the weight of his anger, accepting the consequences of her choices.
“Well say something dammit!!” Just as Dean finishes his rant, demanding that Saia say something, the sound of Sam's voice interrupts the charged atmosphere. Sam, out of breath from his jog, stands in the doorway with a puzzled expression on his face.
"Dean?" he calls out, concern evident in his voice.
Saia can't bring herself to look at Sam, her eyes still cast downwards, as a mix of guilt and shame washes over her. She doesn't want to face Sam, knowing the disappointment he may feel. She remains silent, her voice unable to find the words she longs to express.
Dean attempts to hide his anger, but Sam can see right through him. Saia, still unable to meet their gaze, keeps her eyes fixed on the ground, feeling the tension in the air.
“Oh. Hey there Sammy, we were uh.. you know just having a chat.” Dean's voice carries a sharp tone as he tries to convince his brother.
Sam's concern deepens as he approaches the two, his expression filled with empathy as he looks at Saia.
“Dean, stop it. What happened was my choice, and Saia doesn't deserve this. If you're going to be angry, be angry at me.” Sam stared directly at his brother as he stood slightly between Dean and Saia.
Dean, however, shows no signs of backing down, his frustration and disappointment continuing to fuel his rant.
“You don't get it, Sam! This whole thing is messed up. I can't believe you. We've seen it happen before, we have Been through this before! Every time we befriend one of… One of them, it always comes down to US losing something.”
Saia feels the weight of Dean's words, her heart sinking with each derogatory term used to describe her. She remains silent, her inner turmoil building as she struggles to reconcile Dean's anger and the pain it inflicts upon her.
Sam, unable to bear witness to the growing tension, steps forward with determination. His voice carries a mix of frustration and sadness as he addresses Dean, attempting to reason with his brother. "Dean, enough. You aren’t being fair. Saia’s not just some "creature." Saia has saved our lives, and she's been there for us. She deserves our trust and respect." he pleads, his tone filled with genuine concern for both Saia and their fractured bond.
Dean's anger simmers beneath the surface as he locks eyes with Sam, grappling with conflicting emotions. The frustration in his voice is palpable as he responds, still clinging to his deeply ingrained mistrust and fear as he attempts to speak up again. “Trust and respect? Sam, she…”
Dean is cut off by Sam, his voice raising in frustration.
"You always talk about family, Dean! But where's that loyalty now? We've accepted creatures into our lives before. We've trusted demons, angels, and everything in between. But when it comes to Saia, suddenly it's too much?"
Dean clenches his jaw, his face reddening with anger. "This is different, Sam," he growls. "We're talking about her feeding off you, taking your energy. It's not right!"
"You know what, Dean? I've had enough of your judgmental attitude! You act like you're the only one who's allowed to make decisions around here. Well, newsflash, you’re not!"
Dean clenches his jaw, his eyes blazing with defiance. But Sam continues, undeterred. "You welcomed Crowley, the King of Hell, into our lives. You and he even went bar hopping together, leaving me to chase you down. And let's not forget our Angel buddy, Castiel. He has done some damn near unforgivable things to us, and yet we still accept him!"
Sam takes a deep breath, his voice filled with conviction. "I know that if either of us or them needed help, you would be there in a heartbeat. So why is it so hard for you to accept what I did for Saia? It's no different, Dean. We help those in need, no matter who or what they are."
Dean's face contorted with a mix of anger and frustration. He angrily shakes his head and without uttering a word, storms out of the kitchen. Sam watches him leave, his heart heavy with disappointment.
Sam takes a moment to gather his thoughts, his gaze filled with empathy as he looks at Saia. He can see the distress in her eyes and the way she withdraws from his touch. He decides to tread carefully, speaking in a gentle tone.
"Saia, you're looking better," Sam says, trying to offer a glimmer of reassurance. However, Saia remains silent, her gaze fixed on the floor as if she's trapped in her own thoughts.
Concern etches Sam's face as he reaches out to place a comforting hand on her shoulder, but before he can make contact, Saia pulls away, wrapping her arms around herself. Sam slowly lowers his hand, understanding the need for space.
Saia's voice trembles with guilt as she apologizes, her words laced with regret. "I'm sorry, Sam. I didn't mean to come between you and Dean. This is exactly what I didn't want to happen."
Sam's voice carries understanding as he tries to ease her burden. "Saia, it's not your fault. You didn't come between us. Dean... he just needs time to cool down. He's always been a bit stubborn, but deep down, he cares about you too. He'll come around like he always does."
Saia musters a shy smile as she realizes the need to retreat to the solace of her room. "Thank you, Sam," she says softly, her cheeks flushing with a mix of gratitude and lingering embarrassment from the events of the previous night.
Sam nods understandingly, stepping aside to let her pass. "Yeah of course, and remember, if you need anything, I'm here."
As Saia walks away, a hint of relief washing over her, Sam watches her retreating figure with a mix of concern and determination. He understands that healing takes time, and he's resolved to be there for Saia every step of the way, offering his support and friendship whenever she needs it.
Sam enters the study, his footsteps echoing softly in the room. He finds Dean sitting at the table, pouring himself another glass of whiskey. The room is dimly lit, reflecting the solemn atmosphere.
Sam approaches his brother, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity. He stops at the end of the table, his eyes fixed on Dean. There's a silence that hangs in the air, heavy with unspoken questions about Dean's recent behavior.
Dean glances up, meeting Sam's gaze. He takes a sip of his drink, his eyes guarded yet weary. He knows what Sam wants to talk about but doesn't make it easy for him. “Yeah, yeah I know.” Dean sighs.
Sam takes a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before he speaks. "Dean, we need to talk. What happened back there with Saia... I just... I don't understand why you reacted the way you did."
Dean leans back in his chair, his face etched with a mix of frustration and vulnerability. He swirls the liquid in his glass, the sound of ice clinking against the sides filling the room. "Sam, I... I don't know. It just... It messed with my head, okay? I wasn't prepared for any of it."
Sam reaches out, placing a hand on the table, leaning slightly towards Dean. “That doesn’t mean you can just let your… fear and prejudices run your life. She's not a monster, Dean. She's just different, like so many others we've encountered.”
Dean looks into Sam's eyes, his gaze softening. He knows his brother is right, but it's still difficult for him to let go of his worries. “I know.”
Sam nods as he smiles reassuringly, his voice filled with understanding. “Good.”
Satisfied with Dean's response, Sam takes a seat next to his brother. “You know you have to set things right with her.”
Dean nods, his face reflecting a mix of remorse and determination.
"Yeah, Sam, I know. I'll talk to her and apologize." Dean slides a glass towards Sam and pours him a generous amount of whiskey. The clinking sound of the liquid hitting the glass fills the room. As Dean raises his glass, he offers it to Sam, a silent peace offering in the form of a toast. Sam accepts the gesture, his eyes meeting Dean's with a mix of gratitude and understanding. They clink their glasses together, a sound that carries a sense of reconciliation and unity. Both brothers take a sip from their glasses, the warmth of the whiskey spreading through their bodies.
Dean leans back in his seat, the effects of the whiskey evident in his relaxed posture and slightly glazed eyes. With a mischievous smirk, he casually throws a question at Sam, his voice tinged with amusement.
"So, Sammy, did you and Saia actually do the deed?" Dean asks, his tone nonchalant, but his eyes gleaming with curiosity.
Sam's expression turns into one of mild disapproval as he meets Dean's gaze, feeling a mix of annoyance and amusement. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts before responding.
"No, Dean, we didn't have sex," Sam clarifies, taking another sip of his whiskey to steady his nerves. “Pre-say.”
Dean's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, a playful grin spreading across his face. "Well, what the hell does that mean? Either you did it or you didn't."
Sam's voice is embarrassed as he stumbles to come up with the words that would best explain to Dean what happened.
"It's hard to explain, Dean. There was a deep emotional connection, a strong exchange of energy. It was an intimate experience, but not in the way you're thinking. We didn't have sex or even touch each other like that." Sam tried to convey the strong connection and a feeling of pleasure between him and Saia.
Dean is confused, trying to grasp the concept of such an experience. He simply asks, "But you… finished?"
Sam takes a deep breath and nods his head. “Yeah, Dean. We both did.”
“SO. Let me get this straight Sammy. It wasn't sex, but it was... something. Enough something that it had you sneaking out of her room in the middle of the night looking like you just wrecked the whole cheer squad?” Dean's face contorts in confusion as he tries to process Sam's explanation.
Sam is taken aback and more than mildly confused on why THAT was his brother's analogy but Sam nods non the less. “I guess if that is how you want to put it.”
Dean chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief. "Leave it to you, Sammy, to find a way to complicate something as simple as sex." Dean raises his glass in a mock salute. "Well, cheers to your non-sexual energy exchange, Sammy. Just keep it weird, as always."
Sam chuckles as he rolls his eyes as amusing grin plays on his lips.
End Chapter
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I may add more to this later, but I'm tired and not sure where to go with this little chunk of plot. So, enjoy another one of my canon-adjacent semi-cured Ruin scenes!
"Stupid star thing...what the hell does he mean, 'dimensions are the key?" Eclipse was still trying to wrap his head around the hint he had been given. It certainly was a hint, but it still didn't make things much clearer. Though, a certain amalgamation from another dimension was still his top suspect; nothing else made anywhere near as much sense. With a frustrated grunt, he entered the surveillance room at the back of the arcade. He was immediately stopped in his tracks when he saw Ruin standing in that same room, facing away from Eclipse. Or maybe he was Ruin Eclipse right now. Eclipse was now struck with the question of if this was what Moon had to deal with, looking at Sun and being unsure if it really was Sun. Oh well. He supposed there were two possible reactions, and that would tell him who was standing before him. He took a few more steps into the room.
The figure in front of him glanced back, and Ruin's eyes flashed brighter for a moment. He then made a full spin to face Eclipse properly.
"Ah, Eclipse! My, how things work out! What a twist of fate that we would be brought to the same place."
Well, Eclipse had his answer. Here stood Ruin, as infected and jovial as ever.
"Ruin. I see you've made your way out again."
"Oh, yes," Ruin replied with a small hop. "I haven't been here long. In fact, I myself have been elsewhere for a short while." He extended an arm out toward Eclipse, his hand up in a 'stop' motion, "Don't ask where! I won't tell you."
Eclipse simply stared at Ruin. He wasn't sure he would ever understand how someone so intelligent could be so mad. He finally pushed Ruin's hand to the side.
"Fine. Although, wasn't Moon keeping an eye on you? How did you manage to do anything?"
Ruin waved a hand dismissively, "Oh, that! Honestly, that tracking chip was a complete joke! It didn't even have a camera function, and I removed it within less than an hour! In fact," Ruin stepped over to a panel of buttons and motioned toward it, "I even had time to create some pre-recorded voice samples of myself to use in case anyone came to check on me. You would not believe how easy it was to fool Solar with this!" Ruin laughed, thinking back on his little ruse.
Eclipse scoffed. "So, Moon doesn't trust you, and yet he didn't give you a chip that will kill you if you even attempt to remove it?" He crossed his arms, "Must be nice to be able to do whatever you want. Meanwhile, I'm on such a short leash, I can feel it suffocating me. And I still," Eclipse threw up his arms, "have no idea who made me!" He then reached to grip Ruin's shoulders, but stopped, unsure if that would cause his chip to explode. Instead, he just tried to stand as tall as he possibly could. "If you built me, you'd better say so now."
Ruin laughed. "My dear Eclipse, what would it matter if I did or I didn't? You're here to share in my game! We both want the same thing, so why worry about that?"
Eclipse seethed. It took every bit of his willpower to not grab Ruin by the throat. Instead, he chuckled and spoke through gritted teeth.
"You are so lucky that I can't do anything."
Ruin turned and stepped a few paces away from Eclipse. "I'll tell you this much, regardless of whether I brought you back or not, you've made things quite easy for me. Obviously, there's no acting involved when the other one is out," Ruin waved a hand while a sound of mock disgust before continuing his thought, "all I have to do to build trust with them is offer to help them deal with you." He then pivoted sharply to face Eclipse again, his eyes beaming. "You make the perfect cover, my friend!"
Eclipse let out a huff. "And you claim to want to work with me." He really couldn't believe that, in the process of being cryptic, Ruin just admitted that Eclipse was little more than an alibi to help him gain the Celestial family's trust.
Ruin chuckled, the malice clear in its tone. "As you said, you can't touch me." He brought himself closer to Eclipse, and then even closer than before. Despite being shorter, his presence seemed to tower over Eclipse in this moment. "I can poke and prod at you as much as I want, and you can't do a single thing about it." Ruin then backed off again. "And yet, we do want the same thing. Seeing as you can't bring any harm to any of them, you need to work with someone with similar wants and, dare I say," he pressed a finger to Eclipse's head, "more brains. Really, you don't have much choice but to work with me!" Ruin swiftly wrapped an arm around Eclipse's shoulders and pulled him closer. "Let this partnership begin!"
As he was being tightly gripped, one thought came into Eclipse's mind, 'It's happening again.' Despite not having every single memory from his previous life, he did remember clearly that there was a time before now when he was forced to work under someone. Ruin could call this arrangement a partnership all he wanted, but Eclipse knew what this was really going to be. He knew he was going to have to rely on Ruin, and there was absolutely nothing he could do without risking another death and rebirth. He couldn't do this again.
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"Sinful Desires" - Chapter 24
“I have to go see him”
Alyssa pulls the covers off her and moves to the edge of the bed. A sudden, fleeting stab of pain makes her stop for a moment.
"You need to rest," Alys has stood up, and places her hand gently against her shoulder trying to push her back onto the bed, "You have lost a lot of blood, and you are too weak right now”
“Aemond has been unconscious for weeks, Alys, I must go see him. He’s most likely feeling disoriented, and he's probably looking for me,” the young woman shakes Alys's hand, “Besides, what's the point of resting? It will not reverse or worsen my situation”
"You are too hard on yourself, princess."
I'm too dumb, that’s for sure, she thinks bitterly as she stands up. This is all her fault. She had been drinking that damn tea without even paying attention to her body's signals, how come she hadn't realized before that her ailments started with that beverage? Her goodwill towards Aemond's mother, and her attempt to maintain a semblance of peace had only made her sick. And root out her chances of being a mother.
“Come with me, I want you to examine the prince,” she tells the woman once she is dressed, “Where is my brother?” she asks, turning to the maid
"In the kitchens with his nanny." When she notices Alyssa's confused expression, she adds, "The cook made peach pies."
"Ah," she sighs, "Have the nanny keep him entertained for a while, I'll talk to him later."
The maid curtsies before leaving. Alys offers Alyssa her arm so they can walk together toward Aemond's room.
"I trust I have your discretion about what just happened"
“You know that I will say nothing”
Alyssa nods, "Thank you, Alys."
"Do you plan to tell him at some point?" she asks when they are in front of the door of the prince's room.
"Not today," she replies, "Soon, maybe."
Alyssa pushes the door open and her eyes immediately go to the bed.
"There you are," Aemond is half leaning against the head of the bed, surely the maids have helped him place a couple of pillows behind him. His voice sounds hoarse, and the dark circles under his eyes are noticeable, but a smile forms on his lips.
"Aemond!" despite her pain she almost runs to his bed, sitting on the edge as she takes his hands “How do you feel? Are you in pain? Can you breathe properly?"
His smirk widens and he takes Alyssa's hands, bringing them to his lips, "Strangely, I'm not in much pain."
“That's because he was asleep through the worst,” Alys says, walking over to the bed as well and starting to examine him, “You don’t have a fever and your ribs have healed properly.”
Alyssa lets out a deep breath and her body seems to release a huge weight. Aemond looks alive. Tired, weak, but fine.
“How long has it been? Where is Vhagar?
“You have slept for almost three weeks,” the girl replies, “and Vhagar is protected. Surely healing, as you are too"
"Protected?" his sky-blue eye looks at her suspiciously
“A lot has happened while you recovered,” Alyssa closes her eyes briefly as a new pang of pain reaches her womb, “A lot has changed in the realm, but it doesn't matter now,” she rushes to say before he interrupts her, “You must rest, and regain your strength"
"Are you sick?" he asks, surprising her.
"What? No, of course I am not," she replies trying to control her gestures so that her face doesn't give her away.
“But something's wrong,” he looks at her with a frown, “You were crying until recently. And you look pale”
“I was worried, just that,” the princess denies and tries to smile, “These past few weeks were so hard to endure. For a moment I really thought I had lost you,” her voice cracks, but she manages to smile again, “It's over. Nothing else matters anymore,” she stands up and looks at Alys, “Check his wound, please”
If Aemond finds her answers evasive, he doesn't say so, but his gaze doesn't stray from Alyssa either, so she flicks her eyes to Alys, who removes the bandage from Aemond's waist so she can examine the wound.
"Is healing well, in a few days you’ll probably be able to get back on your feet."
"Days? I can't stand being bedridden for so long again," grumbles the prince.
“You won't have a choice,” Alyssa interjects.
"But I need to see my dragon"
“Vhagar can wait,” she says, exasperated, “You were on the brink of death, Aemond, are you aware of that?”
"Eating will help him," Alys interrupts the prince's response, "I'll go to the kitchens to get something for the prince."
"Thank you, Alys."
There is a moment of silence when the woman leaves the room.
"I assume we're still in Harrenhal."
"Yes, but we put you in one of the rooms on the first floor"
“And may I know how you've kept this place running the past few weeks? We barely had resources and now there are even new guards”
"Aemond..."
"How is Vhagar being protected?"
"Aemond"
"Alyssa," he pouts as he tries to move and change position on bed, "I need to know exactly what our situation is, our enemies could come at any moment."
"You don't have to worry about that, we're safe here"
"How? Why?" he demands to know, “Tell me please, I need…”
"You need to rest and recover, just that," she interrupts him and approaches his bed once more, "The realm can wait"
“Knowing what happened won't stop me from recovering,” he insists, “You can't keep me hidden here without news, and isolated from everything.”
"Don't exaggerate, you are not isolated, and certainly you are not a hostage," she looks at him reproachfully.
"Is bad news about my brother. Or maybe my mother,” he says fearfully and his good eye seems uneasy, “Or was it… is it Jaehaera?” his voice breaks when thinking about the possibility that something had happened with his niece
“They are fine,” she assures him, “Don't think…”
“I don't know what to think if you don't tell me what happened,” he takes her hand and intertwines their fingers, “Please, Alyssa, tell me.”
The prince insists a few more times until her resolution crumbles. Alyssa closes her eyes for a moment and smirks. The headache, her constant companion, bothering her again. She's too tired to deal with Aemond's stubbornness right now.
"What do you want to know?"
“Who do those guards serve?”
"Your brother. He sent them for yours and Vhagar's protection"
"My brother" he looks at her strangely. She nods, "You mean Aegon?"
"Yes, him"
"You're joking with me, aren't you?" he lets out an incredulous chuckle that dies quickly at the look on Alyssa's expression, "Aegon is alive?"
“He is. And now he is the absolute king of the Seven Kingdoms”
It takes Aemond a few seconds to absorb what the girl has just told him.
"How? His injuries were terrible, he could barely move without help, and now he is the king? How?" His next questions die on his lips as he notices that the girl's green eyes fill with tears. Realization hits him suddenly, "Your mother?"
"Yes," Alyssa finally answers, "He murdered her on Dragonstone."
“I'm so sorry, my love, I can't imagine how much you must be suffering,” he replies as his fingers subtly trail to Alyssa's wrists, searching for the trace of any injury. His body is relieved not noticing any new one, "When did this happen?"
"Probably at the same time as your fight with Daemon, although I didn't find out until several days later."
“I'm sorry, Alyssa,” he repeats, “are you okay?”
She shrugs, "I should be used to loss people at this point don't you think?" she tries to put a teasing tone into her voice, but she fails miserably, so she takes a deep breath to calm herself, “I'm trying to cope, I guess. My days are filled with memories, but I focus only on the good ones. At the end of it all I was able to say goodbye to her in a way, and I also have my Aegon so…”
"Where is that boisterous child?"
"Eating pies in the kitchen," Alyssa smiles, and her eyes light up, which eases Aemond's concern a bit.
"Does he know what happened to his mother?"
“I explained it to him,” the girl nods, “but I don't think he really understands the fact that he'll never see his mother again, he asks about her a lot and it's…it's hard.”
Aemond pushes the pain aside so he can reach out to Alyssa and hold her. She visibly relaxes in his embrace, and allows him to cradle her against his chest as he strokes her hair. She hadn't realized how much she missed being this close to the prince, the warmth of his touch, the security that being in his arms gives her.
Alys interrupts the moment by entering with a bowl of soup. The princess wipes a few tears from her eyes and takes the tray from the woman's hands, "Thank you Alys, you can leave this with me."
"Are you sure? I can take care of the prince if you need to rest."
“I don't need to rest,” she replies in a clipped voice.
Alys nods and leaves the room. Alyssa returns to the bed and places a napkin in Aemond's lap.
"Do you think you can feed yourself?"
"Of course, I can," Aemond replies, taking the spoon.
Alyssa frowns and watches carefully as the prince begins to eat. The room falls silent for several minutes, and though Aemond inwardly wants to know exactly how his brother managed to commit such accomplishment as it is to now be the only ruler of the realm, he doesn't press her for more details.
She seems to notice his need to know more about it, so she begins to tell him the same things that Lord Corlys had told her during his visit. When she finishes her story, Aemond wears a shocked expression that's even comical.
“Sunfyre managed to fly to Dragonstone? He was nearly broken the last time I saw him."
“He died shortly after because of his wounds”
The news saddens Aemond. The beautiful dragon had amply confirmed his strong bond with his rider, assisting him to the end with all his might. And if Sunfyre managed to recover from his severe injuries, Vhagar would surely heal as well. It had to be like this.
"Have you seen Vhagar?"
“In the distance, when I accompanied Lord Corlys to retrieve Daemon's body. The soldiers say that she has started to feed herself, that's a good sign, right?"
Aemond nods, inwardly wishing she’s right. He couldn't bear the prospect of losing his grumpy friend.
"So now that my brother is king, what happened to the lords who supported your mother?"
“I think the majority bent the knee. I don't know exactly if there is any kind of resistance, I didn't ask Lord Corlys too much. Although I know that Lord Tyland is no longer a prisoner and now he serves on the small council, and that it was the Baratheons who reclaimed the capital for Aegon."
“The Baratheons? That means that Jaehaera is in the city.”
"Jaehaera was in Storm's End?"
“Yes, it seemed to me that they were the most suitable to take care of her. They were our most important allies."
Alyssa just nods, "I don't know if Jaehaera is with her father, I guess so, it would make sense."
"Aegon will take care of her until we can return," he tells her, sensing the girl's concern for the little princess.
"That was the reason Lord Corlys came," she sighs, "Aegon summoned you to the capital, of course I informed him that you weren't fit to fly, so he simply left a mini army here, and returned to King's Landing."
"Does Aegon know that your brother lives?"
"I think so"
Aemond takes Alyssa's chin in her hand and makes her face him, “I won't let my brother hurt yours. You won't lose your Aegon."
She smiles, though it's a tired smile, and her hand caresses the prince's face, "I think we both know it's not something you can really assure me."
“Alyssa…”
“It's okay, Aemond, I know you mean well,” this time it's her who kisses his hands, as he usually does, “But you're right about something, I'm not going to lose my brother. Now eat, you need to regain your strength."
He doesn't contradict her, he just keeps eating and drinking the tea that Alys left on the nightstand.
“There is something else you are not telling me,” he says after pushing the plate away.
"What?" Alyssa, who has been staring at a spot on the ground, is surprised by his words.
"There is something you are not telling me"
"I already told you everything I know"
“Come on, Alyssa, give me some credit,” he sighs and tries once more to move closer to her, “I know you. I know something else must have happened, I can tell."
“I don't know what you mean,” she replies, though her voice betrays her.
Aemond examines her face with concern, the sad look in her eyes and the sickly paleness of her complexion. He knows that there is something that is not right, but he also knows that it is better to give the girl space and let her be the one to tell him, “I'm not going to insist, but tell me when you're ready. Please"
Alyssa swallows and holds his gaze for a few long seconds before nodding.
***
“Now that you're finally awake, can we fly on your dragon?
Aegon sits at the end of Aemond's bed, his hands curiously leafing through the book his cousin has been reading.
"Yes, if your sister allows us"
Aegon grimaces and glances at Alyssa, who is sitting watching them both.
“Do you want to see what I found in the garden today?”
The boy carelessly approaches Aemond and takes a collection of stones of different shapes and colors from his coat pocket, “I found them by the river. Alys says the water will turn to ice very soon."
Aemond examines the stones and gives Aegon a tiny smile, "Perhaps one of these days I can accompany you in your walks."
Aegon smiles at the prospect. In the last week he has visited his cousin frequently, showing him trinkets that he collects from the garden, the river and his treasures from the castle. Fortunately, Harrenhal is big and mysterious enough for the boy to discover new things every day. The idea had been given to him by Aemond and he had accepted the challenge with delight.
"Do you know how to fight with a sword?"
"Of course, I’m a warrior"
"Will you teach me? I want to be a fine knight"
“I could teach you,” Aemond nods.
“Can we practice tomorrow?” questions, excited
“Aemond still needs to rest, Egg. Maybe in a few days…”
“You always say no,” Aegon interrupts, glancing at her.
Aemond and Alyssa exchange a look, amused in the prince's case, exasperated in hers.
“Do you want me to read a story for you?” Alyssa asks, trying once more, “Maybe the one with the dragons and…”
"Can you read for me?" Aegon looks at Aemond.
The prince raises his eyebrows and doesn't know what to answer. He hasn't read for anyone in a long time, the last time he had read children's stories had been to the twins. The memory of the siblings twists his heart, and he's tempted to make an excuse and tell Aegon no, but one look into the little boy's expectant violet eyes is enough to make him nod.
Aegon smirks and snuggles into Aemond's side, pulling himself under the covers. Alyssa sighs and hands Aemond the volume she had been reading for her brother. “This is it,” she says marking a page, “It's his favorite.”
Aemond's deep voice fills the room. Between the story, the cold and the warmth of the fireplace, Aegon is fast asleep next to him after a few minutes.
“That was easy,” Aemond comments, closing the book.
Alyssa's gaze is fixed on both of them, in the scene made up by the small silver-haired boy next to Aemond, who arranges the blankets so that he doesn't get cold. Her heart breaks a little when her treacherous mind imagines their baby being cradled by the prince. A baby that will probably never exist.
"Alyssa?"
"What? Ah yes, he fell asleep easily,” she smiles sadly, “At least he is having fun with you, I'm not his favorite person lately”
“I can try to talk to him if you'd like,” he proposes, extending his hand to hers.
“Look at you,” she raises her eyebrows and stands up to take his hand, “Putting a good word on my behalf to my brother”
"It doesn't bother you right?" he asks as he pats the bed
“Of course not,” she replies with a giggle, “I find it adorable that he likes you. And frankly, I’m relieved”
Alyssa settles into the limited space between the edge of the bed and Aemond, carefully hugging his body.
“What were you thinking a moment ago? You seemed… absent”
Alyssa looks up at him. He had noticed her mortification, of course.
“I imagined something that caused me great illusion”
"May I know what was it?" he asks quietly.
She knows that the question is deeper than it sounds. She knows that he's noticed that her mood hasn't been the best for the last few days, and that it's not just because Aegon is ignoring her. She knows that there is a different sadness installed in her eyes.
“The day you woke up,” she begins shakily, “I had a miscarriage.”
Alyssa watches carefully for his reaction. Astonishment, at first, to later give way to bewilderment, grief and understanding.
“That's why you looked like you were sick,” he sighs, his hand unconsciously resting on her belly, “Are you okay? Did you heal…properly?”
“Yeah, I guess so,” she places her hand over his, finding it warm while stroking his long fingers, “It was…surprising, if I'm honest. I didn't know J was with child again and…”
"It's okay, it's not your fault," he hastened to say, remembering the feelings Alyssa had experienced last time, "These things happen, we'll have better luck next time."
His words seem to be the wrong ones, because instead of reassuring her, Alyssa starts sobbing.
"Fuck, I'm sorry, my love, did I say something I shouldn't?" Aemond turns his body towards her and cups her face in his hands, wiping away her tears with his thumbs, “I'm sorry, it's just…”
"You didn't say anything wrong," she replies, shaking her head, "It's just that there's something you need to know."
Alyssa takes a deep breath to calm herself, inwardly debating for the umpteenth time whether she should tell Aemond about the fact that his mother is responsible for the news she is about to tell.
"There won't be a next time"
"Won't be?"
“Alys examined me after I lost the baby,” she explains, “she told me that my body is not capable of sheltering a baby, of getting it to develop enough to be born and live.”
“That doesn't make sense, does it? You are a young woman, and you told me yourself that these things happen. Queen Aemma, your grandmother," he cocks his head, "She managed to have your mother despite her losses. Surely you too…”
“No,” she silences him by placing a finger on his lips, “I don't want you to create expectations that aren't going to be fulfilled,” her voice cracks, but she continues to look the prince square in the eye, “I won't be able to be a mother. I will not be able to carry a baby inside me, Alys was very clear, it is most likely that I will never heal”
“It is a… is it some kind of disease? Maybe a maester…”
He cuts off at Alyssa's unfunny laugh. A maester had surely been the one who had placed her in this situation.
“A maester isn't going to reverse the situation, Aemond,” she replies, “I've probably let you down, I'm disappointed myself, I was hoping, no… wishing that I could start a family with you, but that's not going to happen, and I'm sorry. I am very sorry, because I know that you were also excited about the possibility of being a father and I see you… I see you with Egg and I know that you would have been the best father in the world, I am so sorry”
Aemond ponders her words as Alyssa stands up and walks away from him, heading to the window.
Did he dream of being a father? He had never given much thought to it. Aemond never really had a father. He had a man who bore that title, but who was more of a distant shadow who only kept reproaches and crumbs of stolen moments for him and his siblings. Aemond didn't really know what it was like to be a father, though he had been something of a father figure to Helaena's children.
But a child of his own blood? One of him and Alyssa? The prospect had indeed excited him, it had been the expected continuation of his union with the princess. The sudden news that they couldn't have a baby was unexpected, shocking, and sad, but it didn't change the way he felt about her. And he had to let her know that.
Aemond manages to get to his feet with little effort, his body has strengthened in the last week, so he has no problem walking over to the girl, who has her arms crossed in her lap and gazes out at the falling snow.
“I'm so sorry, my love,” he says wrapping his arms around her waist, “I'm sorry that you think you've let me down, like you have control over these kinds of matters,” Alyssa shudders at his words, but doesn't interrupt him, “Just because we can't have a baby, doesn't mean something has to change between us. For me, you will always be the most important person in my life. Just being by your side is enough for me"
"Really?" Alyssa turns to him and looks at him, searching for any trace of doubt in his expression.
“Really,” he nods at once, “whether or not we have kids isn't relevant to me. You and me, remember? Always you and me"
Alyssa smiles and hugs his chest, comforted by his words, even though the pain she continues to feel remains there, haunting her mind.
“Besides,” Aemond looks down at the bed, “we have a family in a way. Aegon has you and he can have me too, if you accept me as a part of his life”
"Of course, I do," she replies immediately, the relief and enormous affection she feels for Aemond multiplying at hearing his words, "But I warn you, he is not an easy child."
"I think I can handle him," he assures her, smugly.
"And then there's Jaehaera"
“Yes, there is also Jaehaera,” she nods with a smile, “Two children. A family for us”
"Our family. And no one else matters,” he assures her.
***
Two weeks later, Aemond is well enough to travel. Alyssa knows she can't put off returning to King's Landing any longer, but the idea of meeting people she doesn't want to see and who hurt her so much fills her with insecurity and fear.
Her fears are also transferred to her relationship with the prince. Her insecurity, her greatest enemy, does not stop plaguing her head with hateful questions, making her doubt the security that Aemond had conveyed to her when he said that he was not at all bothered by the fact of not having children. And when she isn't thinking that there will come a point where he will resent her for not being able to give him an heir, her mind tortures her with the idea that he won't trust her word when she tells him about the serious crime that his mother has inflicted on her.
"Are you afraid?"
"Afraid?"
Aemond's question catches her off guard, but he seems amused, standing beside her in one of the castle's towers, looking up at the sky where Vhagar hovers aimlessly.
"I know you didn't particularly enjoy flying last time."
"Oh, that," she shrugged, "it's not my thing, but I know we need to enter the city on dragon’s back”
A demonstration of strength, they both knew they had to establish from the start that there is still a strong and powerful dragon in the realm.
"Indeed," Aemond nods and looks proudly at Vhagar, admiring how much she has healed in recent weeks, "Aegon will surely explode in anticipation knowing that he will be able to fly again tomorrow."
“I don't doubt it,” smiles Alyssa. Her little brother had not stopped telling all the servants in the castle about his experience flying with his cousin.
“Everything will be fine,” Aemond assures her, linking his fingers through hers, “You know you don't have to see my brother unless you want to.”
Ah yes, there was also that matter. Alyssa had been very clear in telling him that she wasn't going to curtsy to Aegon, she wasn't even going to acknowledge his presence.
But that is not the matter that she is now so anxious about.
"You mean it right?" when he looks at her blankly, she explains, “Our little family. The children, you and me. We are your priority"
“My family has always been my priority, you know that,” he assures her.
“Yeah, but… but if something happened and we had to… I don't know, we had to go somewhere else. If I didn't want to live in the Red Keep anymore. I know your brother probably wants you by his side to rule, but if something were to happen…”
"What could happen?"
“Something, anything,” she replies with a shrug, “I just need to know that the safety of the children is the most important thing to both of us. That we are on the same page regarding this. And that you will always prioritize our family, that you will put us before everything else, everyone else even"
Aemond watches her for a few long seconds.
"Alyssa, is there something I should know?"
“No,” she replies very quickly. Too quickly.
"There's something you're not telling me"
She removes her hands from Aemond's and digs her nails into her palms, nervous but unable to say what she must.
“Just a few things I need to confirm,” she ends up saying finally.
"What things…"
“Just promise me, Aemond, please. Now that your brother is king and you are no longer the prince regent, the power game in the Keep must have changed and all of this makes me very anxious. I just need to know that you will believe me, that you will be there for me, and that the children and I are now your family."
She knows that using the argument of losing his rank and power is low, but she needs to divert his attention for now.
“I am the king's brother, I have enough influence to protect the four of us,” he replies, clearly annoyed, “Of course you are my priority. Frankly, Alyssa, we've just come out of a bloody war that I participated in solely to protect you, to be with you when it was all over. And it's over"
No. It's just beginning, but Alyssa doesn't tell him, she just nods and kisses him. She kisses him desperately, her lips moving wildly, her tongue demanding and her arms clinging to Aemond's body, who kisses her back with equal intensity.
***
Alys is waiting for her in one of the castle courtyards the day they leave for King's Landing.
“I'm going to miss you,” the princess says sincerely as she smiles at the woman, “Are you sure I can't convince you to come with me to the capital?”
“My place is here,” Alys nods, “I'm needed here.”
Alyssa sighs. Alys's presence has been comforting these past few weeks, her quiet care and concern, albeit sometimes cryptic, keeping her afloat during Aemond's recovery and as she digested the news regarding her condition.
"I could send a maester here permanently," she proposes, though she knows it's no use, "it would help be so helpful to have a loyal and honest friend by my side in the Red Keep."
“That's a place I won't tread on,” she stares at her and takes her hand in hers, “Trust yourself more, princess. You are a strong, and capable woman, and in addition you have the love and attention of the prince. Don't let fear get the better of you."
Once again, Alys Rivers proved to be able to read her better than she imagined. "Thank you, Alys. I promise that once we are established in King's Landing, I will send whatever is necessary to improve the living conditions here."
"Are you ready?"
Aemond, holding an excited Aegon by the hand, looks at her expectantly.
"Yes, I was saying goodbye to Alys"
“Fare thee well, Alys Rivers,” the prince says solemnly, “You can be sure that your attention and loyalty to us will be rewarded.”
“I was trying to convince her to come with us”
"A losing fight, I assume," Aemond smirks, "While I admit it would be nice to have you in the capital as you have proven yourself more capable than many maesters, I like the idea of having an ally in charge of Harrenhal."
“I belong here,” Alys agrees.
Aegon hugs Alys one last time before rushing his cousin to where Vhagar awaits them.
"See you soon, Alys," the princess also hugs the woman
"Take care, my lady," she replies close to her ear, "And take this with you, in case you need it," Alys places a small glass vial of a colorless substance.
Alyssa looks questioningly at her, and the woman nods before saying quietly, "It works fast and no one will notice its effects."
"Thank you, Alys."
"And have faith, your body could still heal"
Alyssa gives her a sad smile before going in search of the platinum blondes.
***
Aegon does not stop talking during the ride.
Aemond flies low enough for the child to admire the villages and small towns they pass through, as well as some castles, ruins and the enormous riverbed.
"It's more fun to fly than to ride a horse," he cries turning to face Alyssa, who doesn't enjoy the ride as much as her brother, and clings tightly to Aemond's waist, locking her eyes against his back.
"Your sister doesn't like flying too much," he whispers against the boy's ear, a knowing smile playing on their lips.
“Can we touch the river water?”
"No! Egg, it's not a good idea, I'm probably…”
But Aemond has already given the order in High Valyrian to the dragon. Vhagar roars and unleashes a flame that manages to elicit a startled expression from Aegon before she nearly plunges down.
Alyssa suppresses a cry of fear and frustration as she inwardly curses Aemond.
“Hold on tight,” the prince says, turning to her, who prefers not to respond.
Aegon grants his wish to feel the river water and the dragon rises once more, spreading her enormous wings and heading north.
Vhagar roars again as she flies over the castle, but instead of descending, Aemond makes sure that every citizen in the capital has noticed his presence, flying over the alleyways at a dangerous height.
“Completely destroyed,” he mutters as the dragon reaches the dragon pit. And despite the fact that Alyssa's memories of that place were not the most pleasant, her nostalgia and sadness invade her when her mind tries to imagine what happened in that fatidic night.
And it's not just the old building that housed the dragons that has suffered damages. Everything in the city seems to be in disrepair.
“It certainly doesn't look like my brother has been doing much since he regains control,” Aemond comments disapprovingly as they descend outside the Keep and notice that one of the castle gates is smashed.
The soldiers immediately bow to Aemond and the three enter the castle, where they receive curious glances from the servants and find quite a few high-born lords and ladies. Alyssa recognizes several of them, loyal to Aegon since the start of the war.
“I want to see Jaehaera,” Alyssa says as they head to the royal family quarters, “and we must find a suitable room for Aegon.”
"Surely the servants will be able to condition one of the chambers near ours"
"Yes, preferably..."
Alyssa stops talking when a small figure catches her eye. Deep blue eyes gaze at her from the other end of the hall for an instant before the little girl breaks free of her nanny's hand, and runs into Alyssa’s outstretched arms.
“My little princess,” Alyssa says as she takes the girl in her arms, feeling her heart lighten and relief spread through her body, “You have no idea how much I missed you.”
“You said that I would see you soon,” Jaehaera reproaches when Alyssa finally places her on the ground.
"I am so sorry," she replies, wiping away the tears of happiness that the reunion brings to her, "I'm really, really sorry, darling."
“I was brave,” the girl nods, “just like you asked me to”
Alyssa doesn't respond because the girl has now turned her attention to Aemond, hugging him tightly and smiling at him as she caresses his face with her small hand, in a gesture she knows is comforting to the prince.
"Who is she?" asks the small voice of her brother, tugging at the skirt of her dress.
“Oh, right,” Alyssa smiles at the boy, “Aegon, this is Princess Jaehaera. Jaehaera, this is my brother, Prince Aegon."
Her brother, usually vivacious and an extrovert, looks self-conscious when Jaehaera’s blue gaze falls on him. Her searching eyes scan Aegon up and down and a look of sadness crosses the little girl's face for a moment, but she finally gives a polite nod.
"Hello, Prince Aegon," she says, adoringly serious. Alyssa suppresses a smile and wonders where her little girl had learned to reply so appropriately. Probably during her stay at Storm's End.
"Are we family?" the boy asks curiously, eyeing Jaehaera.
“Indeed, yes, you two are…” Alyssa exchanges a look with Aemond. It was her wish that they grow up as siblings, but it wouldn't be that easy to just make the children believe that.
“You are cousins,” Aemond replies.
A guard stops before them at that moment and fixes his gaze on the prince, "The dowager queen requests your presence, my prince."
At the mention of Alicent, the brief bliss she had experienced vanishes, and a sinking feeling in her stomach washes over her.
"Where is my mother?"
“In the king's rooms”
Aemond meets Alyssa's gaze, who raises her eyebrows at him and places her hands on her little brother's shoulders, "We haven't settled in properly yet."
There is the slightest moment of doubt on Aemond's face before he turns to the guard, “Tell my mother I'll go to her later. I have more important matters to attend to at the moment."
The guard obediently nods and disappears into the corridor. Alyssa suppresses a smirk and links her arm through Aemond's as they walk toward Jaehaera's chambers.
Once inside, and surrounded by familiar toys, Aegon drops his sister's skirts and begins to explore the room again. Jaehaera, for her part, continues holding hands with her uncle, silently observing the boy with a mistrustful expression.
"I thought she’d be happy to have a playmate," Aemond whispers close to her ear, his good eye fixed on his niece.
"We must give them time," she replies, "It must be a very strange situation for both of them, besides Egg is used to playing alone with boys, it might be hard for him to have a girl around"
“With how much he complained about being bored in Harrenhal? I doubt it," he says amused.
Alyssa smiles and then kneels down to Jaehaera's level, “Darling, why don't you go play with your cousin?”
"That is my dragonfly," she replies, wrinkling her nose and watching Aegon take the wooden toy, "and it was my brother's."
It is not the first time that she has heard the girl refer to Jaehaerys, but the tone of sadness and anger in her voice touches and surprises her.
“Oh darling, I know, but…” she hesitates, looking at Aegon and then at her niece, “My little brother gets lonely too, you know? And he also had a brother who had to leave”
"Like Jaehaerys?"
“Yes, like Jaehaerys,” Alyssa admits, “Maybe if…”
“Mother left too,” Jaehaera interrupts.
Alyssa notes Aemond's tense reaction, his gaze fixing on the girl, “How do you know that, Jaehaera?”
“Father told me,” she replies with a shrug, “He's very sick.”
Alyssa doesn't know what to say. It's been several months since the girl left the Keep, but it might have seemed much longer because of how old she sounds at the time.
"Yes, well, your mother," Aemond frowns, "she had to leave too."
"Will you leave too?" she asks looking at them both, her blue eyes so much like Helaena's causing a lump to form in Alyssa's throat.
"No, we will never leave you," Aemond promises instantly.
"And he? Will he leave?" tilts her head towards Aegon
“No, he will stay with us,” the prince replies once more.
Jaehaera nods, and moments later she tentatively walks over to Aegon, who offers her a sheepish smile as he watches her approach.
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Catch 22 - CH - Part 6
Paring: Calum Hood x Original Female Character
Word Count: 13k
Warnings: swearing, drinking, implied sexual activities.
Author’s note: okay so, this is actually the reason it took me so long to update this cuz i thought i was done when i started posting it, but then i read the whole thing and i absolutely hated this chapter since most of it was actually some of the first things I wrote and my writing evolved a lot in the past few years, so i trashed it and decided it to rewrite it, but that turned out to be a bigger challenge than i expected cuz i was trying really hard to get it right cuz this is important, but here we are now. I'm sorry in advance tho.
The title for this one is from talk fast by 5 Seconds of Summer
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2017
Emma doesn’t know how she got roped into this. Clearly, the years did nothing to dull the way Calum could get her to agree to anything. And all he has to do is look at her with big brown eyes and a slight pout on his lips as he promises it would be “just like old times” to get her to agree. From what she gathered, they were all back home enjoying the first break in years, but she had been drowning in schoolwork, so she had had to decline every time they called her trying to make plans.
Saying no over the phone was hard, but saying no after running into Calum in the supermarket with no warning after a week from hell was just plain impossible. At that moment it was possible she would agree to anything he said just to get the warm feeling in her chest from the smile he gave her again. And that just makes the decision stupid, considering that looking up at him, soft and cozy in a dark blue hoodie in the middle of the frozen aisle, smiling warmly despite the tired eyes as he walked towards her just made it clear to her that she’s not over him. Not even slightly.
Maybe that's why she's dreading every step she takes towards the house the address Calum had texted her led her to, anxiety making her bite her nails in one hand as the other types an "I'm here" into Calum's chat. But she still laughs at the speed the chat goes from delivered to seen and how the door flies open seconds later.
"You made it!" He cheers, stepping out the door, throwing an arm up, his other hand wrapped loosely around the neck of a beer bottle, making her laugh.
"Told you I would," she tells him as he pulls her into a one-armed hug, one arm around her waist, the other holding the beer away, and that leaves her tingling to ask him to hug her properly and just stand there in his doorway. And that is when she knows she’s screwed.
But she still follows him through the house as he asks what she wants to drink and leans against the counter as he winks at her before fishing a bottle matching his out of the fridge, sliding it towards her after popping it open and leaning on the counter across from her.
“It’s weird watching you drink,” he laughs as she takes a long sip with a pleased sigh, bringing his own to his lips.
“Hey, no judging,” she teases, narrowing her eyes at him, “it’s been a long week, I deserve a beer if I want one,” she adds with a chuckle.
“There’s plenty more if you want more than one, love.” The pet name slips from his lips so casually, Emma feels the need to drink more so she wouldn’t react. They had casually interacted more than a few times since they agreed to be friends again, but he had exclusively called her Emma since she told him not to call her love that night at the club. Not love, not Em, just Emma. It made her feel uneasy if she was completely honest. She had introduced herself as Em when they first met, after a very giggly Michael, who had dragged Calum by his sleeve over to her at one of his birthday parties, had proudly announced that she was trouble and that’s what he called her until whatever had shifted for him that made him start calling her love.
“Might take you up on that one,” she says, nodding the bottle at him and he nods his back at her.
“Platinum?” He asks, a hand reaching for a strand of her hair, “I kinda expected something crazier,” he jokes, twisting the strand between his finger before tucking it behind her ear, the action making her cheeks heat up.
“Yeah, I had to take some pictures for uni and mum kept trying to convince me I didn’t want colorful hair in those, so,” she pauses, motioning dramatically around her head, “I went with no color,” she adds with a flare and he laughs.
“Bit dramatic, don’t you think?”
“Not you, too, she wanted me to dye it black, I don’t want black hair,” she complains, sounding offended and he raises an eyebrow at her.
“What’s wrong with black hair?”
“Your hair is not black, your hair is dark brown, like your eyes,” she blurts out, and he cocks his head to the side, looking like he's about to say something, "black hair is great, I just don't like it on me,” she adds, before he can say it and he laughs.
"You've had black hair before," he frowns at her and she laughs.
"Dark brown," she says and he gives an unimpressed look before chuckling, "for real, I think that shade was named something really dumb like warm brownie or melted chocolate or whatever."
“Brownies, you know, funny-” Calum starts talking but Emma’s attention is stolen by the sound of little paws running through the door, making her gasp as she moves closer to the dog and drops to her knees, patting her thighs to get his attention.
“Oh my god, hi,” she laughs when the dog starts to climb up her lap, hands moving all around the soft fur, “why didn’t you tell me you had a dog?” She glances at Calum, but the dog starts to lick her face to get her attention back, “hey, baby, what’s your name?” She says with a baby voice, scratching his neck.
“It’s Duke,” Calum offers and Emma grins at him before turning back to the dog.
“Hi, Duke, hi,” she coos, dropping back, sitting down properly, excitedly petting him until Duke decided he didn’t want to be in her lap anymore a few minutes later.
“I love him,” she says, watching the dog move back where he came from, “I’m sorry you were saying something,” she turns to Calum, who’s watching her with an amused expression, “I don’t remember what it was anymore,” she admits while getting up and he chuckles.
“I was gonna tell you a story that ended with me saying your brownies are still the best I’ve ever had,” he says, scratching his neck, and she stops smiling, narrowing her eyes at him.
“Of course you only missed me ‘cause of my baking skills,” she teases, but keeping her face serious, watching as the alarm grows in his face for a few moments before breaking down laughing, “relax, Hood, I’m just kidding, you should see the look on your face.”
“You’re evil,” he pouts at her, and she sticks her tongue out at him.
“Call me evil and I won’t offer to make some.”
“But that would make you evil,” he teases, and she nods.
“Touché,” she grants, hands moving to her hair and pulling it up on a ponytail, “do you want me to make some, though? They’re real easy if I can find everything I need,” she offers and he grins at her.
“My kitchen is your kitchen,” he says, motioning his arms around and she laughs, moving so she can look through the cabinets to find what she needs.
“You did propose the first time you had them, that should at least give me kitchen privileges,” she laughs, standing on her tiptoes to open a cabinet above the sink before turning her head back to Calum, "can you grab that for me?" She asks, pointing at a metal bowl just out of her reach and he reaches over her, not touching her but close enough that she could feel his warmth all over, making her breath hitch as she murmurs a thank you when he hands it to her.
“Can I help?” He asks, following her as she moves towards the fridge.
“And have you learn how to make them? Nah,” she teases, nodding at the counter, “just sit and wait.”
“I feel bad not helping,” he says, sitting down while she opens more cabinets, searching for what she needs.
“I currently raiding your kitchen, and you feel bad?” She asks, looking at him and he shrugs.
“I don’t mind.” He watches her as she moves around, somehow making her aware of every move she makes.
“They’ll be done soon,” Emma tells him after closing the oven, moving to the counter and hoisting herself up onto it next to where Calum’s sitting, and he nods, smiling at her and it’s hard for her to stay in the moment, not to be transported to times when being around him was as easy as breathing. He looks like he is about to say something when someone else walks in and she lets out an excited squeak as she jumps off the counter so she could hug Ashton. Luke arrives next, and she stands there studying him, the blonde curly mess in his head making her smile, as he did the same before hugging him, whispering, “hair, amazing, I love it,” making him giggle.
She’s pulling the tray out of the oven, watching Ashton intently as he tells a story involving a pub, some broken bottles and short temper when Michael walks in, making her all but drop the pan on the counter before throwing herself into his chest, making him huff out an “ouch,” holding her tightly to him.
The day goes quickly as a fascinated and somewhat tipsy Emma listens to every story they offer her, eagerly drinking in every detail they would give her. Until it all becomes overwhelming.
That’s how she finds herself leaning against the wall in Calum’s backyard, trying to gather herself.
“Did you get lost on the way back?” Calum teases, leaning next to her, fingers playing with a cigarette pack, tapping it against his palm.
“The house is not that big, I just wanted some air,” she chuckles, glancing at him, watching as he pulls a cigarette and twists it between his fingers, “then I got distracted,” she adds, pointing at the sky, the setting sun painting it orange and pink behind dark grey clouds, making her want to keep looking at it.
“You okay?” He asks, and she can feel him watching her but she keeps looking at the sky as she nods, “I can still read you, love,” he steps in front of her, getting in her line of sight as he pushed the cigarette back into the pack and pack into his pocket, “and you were always a bad liar,” he adds, eyes trained on her face, and she crosses her arms across her chest, staring back at him as she tries to figure out what to say.
“Why did you ask me here? I don’t…” she pauses, exhaling loudly, “fit.” She tilts her head, letting out a small huff, “I thought about blowing you off because I need to study for my electromag final and you’re playing Rock in Rio next month, this,” she motions back and forth between them, making him frown, “this doesn’t make any sense.”
“I thought you were having fun,” he cocks his head, watching her carefully and she sighs.
“I am, that’s the issue,” she says, ducking her head.
"How is that an issue?"
"Because I've spent four years missing you,” she says, looking back at him, and the way he’s looking at her makes her notice what she had said and she clears her throat, “all of you,” she adds, pressing her lips together, running a hand through her hair, “and you know, I'm not exactly Ms. Popularity, I'm not good with people, I don't have that many friends and I just realized how much I wish I still had you."
"You definitely have Mike, he talks about you constantly, and I know you call Ash the time," he jokes, making her huff and rub her face. "You have me," he adds, voice low, and she glances at him, "you can talk to me any time."
Emma wants to protest, say she doesn't have them, that she can't talk to him, that the afternoon was great but also torture but she's afraid she will start crying if she tries to speak, so she slides against the wall, hiding her face in her hands when she hits the ground.
"I can't, though," she shakes her head when he kneels in front of her.
"Why not?" He asks, sitting down too, but she just shakes her head, "come on, love, you can't keep bottling things up, it will drive you crazy."
"Nice of you to think it hasn't already," she chews on her bottom lip, trying to get a grip on her feelings as she feels her eyes start to water. "What do you want me to say?" She sighs when he raises an eyebrow at her.
"What's bothering you. You used to tell me these things," he says, voice small as he looks at her and she purses her lips.
“We used to do a lot of things, Cal,” she jokes, and he gives her an unimpressed look, "I already told you."
"Why do you think you don't fit with-" he pauses, knowing they both know he was about to say me before adding, "us anymore?"
"Because you weren't there, and now there's just,” she exhales sharply, frowning, “too much space," she purses her lips, motioning vaguely, feeling the tears start to fall, and she groans, looking up but looking back at Calum when she feels his thumb catching a tear on her chin, and he looks heartbroken, "I don't know how to talk to you anymore."
"Why not?"
"Going to you was my first instinct, you know?" She lets out a watery chuckle, looking down, "your number was actually the first one I dialed when I found out I got in," she rubs her cheeks, trying to get the tears to stop, exhaling sharply before letting out a watery chuckle, "which was ridiculous since we weren't even talking. I just wanted to tell you, but I couldn't, so I called Ash, It's why I used to call him so much back then, he was always so nice about it," she sighs, chewing on her bottom lip, fidgeting with her bracelet, "but I stopped calling, and now we're here," she says, looking at him and he tilts his head, eyes soft as he watches her, clearly trying to find something to say, but not wanting to interrupt her, "and I'm just so tired of-" she trails off because she's not sure what she's tired of. She's definitely tired of missing him. She's tired of feeling like she's begging for a space that's not hers anymore.
"Of?" He looks like he's trying to be encouraging, but she shakes her head, hiding her face in her hands, taking a deep breath as she tries to stop crying, but her efforts are rendered useless when Calum whispers, “come here,” pulling her to him, leaving her sitting on the ground between his legs, a hand moving soothingly down her back, as the other pulls her legs across one of his, making her cling to him and let herself cry, leaning into his chest as his arms tighten around her.
It's all terrifying, really, that even though she's breaking down, somehow while being wrapped in the protective bubble Calum's creating around them, she's not sure she's ever safer. And she just wants to stay there, pretend nothing else matters, pretend they can be friends, pretend he can still be a source of comfort, that this is not going to haunt her at night once he's gone, and breathe him in as she holds on hoping that if she holds on tightly enough it won’t end as badly as every thought in her head is telling her it will.
And that’s what she does, she lets him hold her, hand fisting his shirt as he tries to soothe her, his chin resting on top of her head, his arms wrapped securely around her.
“Mate, what the fuck happened?” Michael asks from the door, and Calum looks up at him, his hold on her loosening as he does and she lets out a whine from the back of her throat, her grip on him getting tighter, hiding her face in his neck because she's not ready for him to let go yet.
"I'm just letting her do what she needs," Calum tells him, adjusting his arms around Emma as she shifts against him and Michael kneels next to them, and she hears them whispering to each other, but stays focused on her breathing, trying to get herself to stop crying so she could let go.
"Em?" Michael's voice is soft as he touches her arm and she closes her eyes, taking a deep breath before pushing away from Calum, turning so she could untangle herself from him as she looks at the blonde, half expecting Calum to pull away too, but his hands stay a soothing presence on her skin.
"Why are you calling me Em? You're M, I'm trouble," she tries to joke, motioning between them, a forced smile on stained cheeks as her voice almost fails her and he gives her a pointed look.
"Emma."
"That's your serious talk voice, I don't want the serious talk," she shakes her head, and she feels Calum's breath on her hair as he lets out a huff behind her.
"You know you can talk to me, right? I may take a while to answer but will always answer," he tells her, green eyes staring intently at her.
"Damnit Michael, I just stopped crying, don't make me start again," she complains, pouting at him.
"You're an even weirder drunk than I imagined," he chuckles as she wipes her cheeks and she scrunches her nose at him, "you want me to take you home?" He asks and she starts to protest, "I see these idiots all the time, trust me you'd be doing me a favor actually," he adds, looking at Calum, who flips him off.
"If you're sure, then yeah," she nods and he offers her a hand as he stands up pulling them up and she feels Calum's hands hovering over her as he gets up too. He looks like he wants to say something, but before Emma can ask, Michael's arm is around her shoulders, guiding her away and the next thing she knows she's sitting on his passenger seat, giving him directions as he chats.
"You do know you can talk to me right?" He asks when the car comes to a stop in front of her place and she nods.
"Yeah, I just talk myself out of it sometimes," she admits chewing on the inside of her lip.
"Well, you don't have to," green eyes equally soft and concerned.
"Thank you," she says, feeling weirdly vulnerable.
"I'll check in later, okay?" He tells and she kisses his cheek before getting out of the car, and it's only when she has her keys on the door that she hears the cars speeding away.
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The sound of the doorbell ringing startles Emma, her head darting up before she scrambles to her feet, moving to the door, and grabbing her keys, unsure of what to expect, but struggling to keep a neutral expression when she sees the person standing on the front gate.
"Cal?" She frowns at him, watching as he shoves his hands in his jacket pockets - is wearing a jacket over his hoodie? - and wondering why he's there, how he knew where to go.
"Mike told me," Calum answers the question before she can ask and she tilts her head to the side, studying him, "can I come in?" He asks and she nods, pulling the gate behind her back as she moves so he could walk in.
"Yeah, sure, sorry," she mumbles as he does, leading him in, feeling extremely self-conscious, fisting her hands at the ends of the sleeves of the way too big sweatshirt she has on and rubbing her eyes. Did she even remember to brush her hair that morning? "Do you want water or something? The something is also water, ‘cause I don’t think I have anything else," she laughs, moving them to the kitchen, but he shakes his head with a small chuckle.
"Are you okay?" He asks when she spins in place looking around and she looks back at him. He looks out of place leaning in the doorway that leads to her kitchen, glancing at the table covered in papers behind her.
"Yeah, why?" She asks and he cocks his head studying her.
"You weren't answering, and you look a bit off."
"I have no idea where my phone is," she laughs, and it sounds a bit manic as she runs her hand through her hair glancing around, but she really can’t remember where she put it.
“How long have you been buried under that pile of books?" He asks, nodding at the table.
"I don’t know, since I woke up?" She says, face twisting as she thinks, "it's been a while."
"Did you even eat today? Coffee doesn't count," he says, pointing at the empty mug when she starts and she gives him a sheepish smile.
"Do noodles count?"
"I'm gonna say no, 'cause it was probably too long ago," he jokes and she shrugs noncommittally, "you wanna go somewhere?" He offers and her heart speeds up in her chest.
"You wanna make me lose another night of studying, Hood?" She teases, raising an eyebrow at him.
"I could help you study if you want."
"I appreciate the offer but I don't think you can help me," she says, scratching her neck but he seems offended.
"Hey!"
"Oh my god, no," she exclaims, shaking her head, "I’m taking a few practical ones that I think you would be super helpful, really, it's just that this is impossible and I'm drowning, so yeah, let's go do something before I start crying, 'cause I might now that you made me realize how long I've been sitting there."
"That bad?" He chuckles, expression softening, and she stretches her arms above her head.
"You have no idea."
"Let's go then, my treat," he smiles at her, nodding his head towards the door and she feels dazzled for a second watching him.
“Just make sure it's something greasy, and you have me for the night,” she says and he chuckles, before nodding, “but give me a minute to put on something socially acceptable, thought," she tells him, looking down at herself and the way her sweatshirt was covering her shorts. She sure as hell can't leave the house with him looking like a damn model with the leather jacket and the tight jeans and the perfect hair and that face while she looks like a college kid on laundry day. Which she totally is. "You don't have to just stand there you know? You can sit if you somehow find a chair under the pile of paper," she jokes as she moves past him, pointing at the table and making him laugh.
Once the door to her room is closed, she looks up at the ceiling, giving herself a few seconds to freak out. Calum is in her house. He's in her kitchen. Just standing there like this is normal. And she has no idea how to act as she pulls the sweatshirt over her head moving toward her wardrobe. She tries to tell herself that it's just Calum. She knows him. But he's not her Calum anymore. No more awkward haircuts or questionable outfit choices. The nickname rockstar never seemed more fitting and somehow he's in her kitchen. The thought is so ridiculous she wants to pinch herself. But even her dreams never brought him there. She never dared to imagine what it would be like to have him in her world. He was always tucked away in this fantasy where she could follow them. Sure, the fantasy changed over the years, but it always involved her getting out too.
But this is happening and he's there and she's getting dressed in record time and moving back to the kitchen to see he had listened to her and is leaning back in one of her chairs, looking extremely comfortable as he scrolls through his phone. And Emma kind of wants to take a picture, have some real proof that this is not some extremely realistic dream. But she still can't find her phone.
"Ready?" Calum asks, looking up to her when he notices her looking around.
"Yeah, I just need to find my-" she stops when he stands up, raising his hand and shaking her phone.
"It was under the pile of paper," he explains and she tilts her head, eyeing him with an amused expression, "I got curious about what you were studying."
"Oh, you wanna learn about the terrors of electromagnetic waves?" She teases, taking the phone from his offering hand and shoving it in her purse.
"It can't possibly be that bad," he chuckles as he follows her to the door.
"The problem is the professor, great dude, batshit crazy, exactly what you expect a physicist to be like, but his tests make no sense whatsoever," she stops talking once they reach the sidewalk, planning on asking if he has a plan, but he nods at the car parked next to them when she looks at him, stepping forward to open the door for her, making her giggle a thank you as she gets in, "I actually delayed taking this class as much as I could," she starts again once he gets in the driver's side, "it's fascinating, really, he goes into these philosophical tangents about the subject, but the tests are all hardcore calculus and- sorry, I'm babbling aren't I?" She asks, feeling her cheeks heating up when she notices him watching her, a grin on his face.
"Babble away," Calum chuckles, pointing at the seat, "just babble with the seatbelt on."
"Right," she agrees, buckling in as he starts the car before going back to rambling about her classes, her internship until she recognizes where he's taking them.
"You're taking us on a trip down memory lane, Hood?" She teases when the very familiar lights of the McDonald's near the beach come into view. "Come on, we used to end up here all the time," she adds when he glances at her.
"But now we can afford more than one milkshake," he jokes and she giggles, scrunching her nose.
"Come on, half the fun was me complaining you were drinking the whole thing," she laughs, grabbing his arm when he stops by the speaker, "oh my god, remember when you tried to go through the drive-thru in your bike?"
"It was better than trying to walk through it," he shrugs, turning his head to order and she leans back into the seat watching him.
"That was your excuse back then too, and I couldn't really fight you on it," she says once the car is moving again and he looks at her.
"It worked, didn't it?" He winks at her, making her laugh.
"Yeah, 'cause they were laughing too hard to deny you." She takes the food when he hands the bag and the cup holder, watching him as he turns the car around and parks right by the entrance of her spot on the beach.
"You're really going down memory lane," she teases, narrowing her eyes at him and he looks unsure for a moment.
"You wanna do something else?" He offers, but she's quick to shake her head, looking out the window to the way the moon's reflecting on the water.
"Nope, this is great actually, it's been too long since I've been here, I forgot how pretty it is at night," she says, moving out of the car, and running down to the sand, not bothering to check to see if Calum's following her because she hears the door slamming shut and he's catching up to her soon enough.
The scene is weirdly familiar and Emma feels like she shouldn't be feeling this at ease, but as Calum tries to take her milkshake from her, laughing like a child about how it's tradition, she's actually enjoying herself.
The salty wind picks up speed and she shivers, pulling her flowing skirt down further her legs, still smiling at the waves, not noticing as Calum shrugs his jacket off, placing it around her shoulders and she feels herself blush looking at him.
"You can't just let me freeze, can you, Hood?" She says, trying to sound teasing as she pulls her arms through the sleeves but her voice sounds too soft for that, and he shrugs noncommittally, a grin on his face.
"I don't think I've seen you in a dress before," he comments as she folds the ends of the sleeves so she could use her hands.
"You have. M's sixteenth birthday and that night at the club." She only realizes what she had just brought up after the words had left her mouth, and that makes her freeze. She doesn't want to start a fight. She doesn't want to discuss whatever heavy feelings can still be there. But a question lingers in her head. "Why did you show up at my doorstep, Calum?" She asks, studying him carefully as he frowns at her.
"What do you mean?"
"Why did you show up?" She asks again and he watches her, clearly confused about what she means.
"You do realize you were sobbing in my arms yesterday, right? And then you stopped answering, I was worried," he explains like it’s obvious, but she still can’t let it go.
"Why?"
"Why?" He repeats, the confusion on his face growing as she stares at him.
"Yeah, why? It's not like we've been all that close recently."
"And that's why you were crying, and it's my fault you feel like this," he says, sounding a bit exasperated, but she shakes her head when he looks like he wants to say something else.
"Why is it your fault?"
"You stopped talking to Mike because of me," he says, and she feels the words physically hit her, making her sit up straighter. He couldn’t possibly believe that.
"That's not true, it was my choice, I know you would never ask him to choose, and I did come back, so…"
"I still put you in the position that made you feel the need to."
"No, but-" she starts to protest, but he interrupts her.
"I wanted to see you," he exclaims, making her stare at him for a beat too long.
"Why?" She sighs, voice low and he actually chuckles.
"I can't want to see you?"
"I'm not saying you can't, I'm just wondering why you would," she asks, and he raises an eyebrow when he finally understands what she means, and the atmosphere around them gains a different intensity.
"You still don't see it, do you?" He's watching her, brown eyes so soft she wants to lose herself in them, but she cocks her head, chewing the inside of her cheek.
"See what?" She asks, and he looks at her, face filled with something between disbelief and amusement, tongue darting out to lick his lips before he speaks, drawing her eyes down to them.
"How incredible you are." He says the words calmly like it's something he's been thinking about for years, and it's hard for her not to feel dazzled. Does he know the effect he still has on her? She's not even sure she's still breathing while they look at each other.
"Calum." His name feels too soft coming out of her lips, and she slowly shakes her head, trying to think of something else to say, but she can't find any words.
"What?" He asks, shifting in the sand, clearly not liking the space between them.
"You can't say something like that."
"Why not?" The question sounds like a challenge, and she blinks at him a couple of times, trying to get her brain to start working properly again.
"Because I meant it," she says as he gets closer, locking eyes with him as he invades her space, stealing the oxygen around them.
"What?" He asks, fingers threading through her hair.
"This doesn't make any sense," she explains, his eyes on her making it hard to keep thinking straight, as she leans into his touch. He's got to know the effect he has. "We don't make any sense," she mumbles as an afterthought, looking away.
"But I really wanna do this." She knows what he wants as his hand finds her chin, gently forcing her to look back at him, as he leans in, slowly, giving her time to move away if she wants to. But she doesn't want to pull away. She desperately wants to know if he can still make her feel everything all at once, or if that was just her mind making up details in the memories she kept replaying in her head. She wants to know if he still feels right despite it all. Because she sure as hell hasn't found right with anyone else.
So Emma closes the gap between them herself, heartbeat ringing in her ears as their lips meet, and the world seems to fade away. Calum tries to keep it slow, gentle hands on her, but she wants more. She feels like an addict, finally getting a fix after years of being strung out. And the familiar high is all she's chasing as she deepens the kiss, moving so she would be straddling his lap, throwing her arms around his neck, and pressing closer to him, fingers moving up his hair.
Sirens are going off in her head as he matches her energy, fingers digging into her hips from under the jacket, holding her closer to him. They shouldn't be doing this. She shouldn't still feel that way. Like she's coming back for air after a long time underwater. They shouldn't fit together so well she forgets everything that's not him. But they do and she lets herself map out everything about it. His curls under her fingers and the pleased hums he lets out when she tugs lightly on them. His hands moving up her back like he can't get her close enough, sending chills up her spine. Chills that make her pull out from the kiss with a gasp, her hands dropping to his shoulder as she tries to move back.
"What's wrong?" Calum's expression is alarmed, his hold on her loosening so she could move but his hands stay on her so she wouldn't fall back.
That's a loaded question. What's wrong? Her mind is racing, that's what's wrong. Because they hadn't kissed in years and she's somehow feeling more than she did before, more than she thought was possible. That's an issue. Because he's leaving again in a few days and she can't let herself feel all she's feeling when this has an expiration date. Because it's crazy to think that this is not a bad idea. Because she wants so much more than he is willing to offer her. Because half of her wants to stay there and pretend and the other wants to run away and never look back.
"Emma?" His voice snaps her out of the spiral her mind is going down, and she blinks a couple of times, his face coming into focus. He still looks alarmed, forehead creased, watching her with worried eyes. "There you are," he says when her eyes focus on his, "where did you go?"
"Oh, you know me, always getting lost in my head," she jokes, looking around them, trying to decide what's the best way to handle the situation they're in.
"Emma," his tone lets her know she can't joke her way out of it and she sighs, moving out of his lap, sitting on her knees in front of him, and crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"You're leaving, and we were kissing, you can't really blame me for getting a bit overwhelmed," she chuckles, still feeling too much to think straight.
"Can't we just stay here for a moment without dwelling on the past and worrying about the future?" Calum asks, leaning closer to her, brown eyes intense staring into hers, and for a second she's reminded of why she was never able to deny him. There's no way he doesn't know the effect he has. Some part of her knows there's no way this won't come back to haunt her, but she wants it too much to care. She wants him too much to care. If this is all she gets, then so be it. He said the words that made that part of her that just wants to pretend for as long as she can win the fight going on in her head.
So she leans forward, hands cupping his cheeks, watching his face while she moves back to his lap, his hands pulling her to him, making her gasp before kissing him again, letting go of the idea of holding back when he lets out a happy sound, smiling against her lips before matching her intensity.
She doesn’t know how long they stay there, lost in each other, she would’ve stayed there for the rest of her life if she allowed herself to be honest, but then they’re back in his car, his hand holding hers during the drive back, and he’s leaning across the dashboard to kiss her goodbye, and she’s stepping out of the car, standing there for a second, still in a haze, before going in. Glancing back, she sees Calum looking at her as she walks. She smiles and waves before entering the house. She goes to the room, not even bothering to turn on the lights, toes out her shoes, dropping into the still-made bed. She doesn't take off his jacket, though. She just lets it surround her in his scent as she stares at the ceiling, mind racing as fast as her heart. She doesn't know what just happened. She can't make sense of it. When she finally falls asleep, it's with restless thoughts of “what the hell do I do now.”
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Emma sits up, jolting awake, dreams full of airports and airplanes leaving her behind still in her mind, making her confused about where she is, and she glances around, blinking rapidly as she tries to ground herself. She’s in her bedroom, the curtains are not closed all the way, the light coming in reflecting on her sheets, making her bed feel too big for just her. She moves her hands, wanting to rub her eyes but being confronted with Calum’s jacket sleeves, and looks down at herself. So that part hadn’t been a dream then.
Stay in the moment. She can stay in the moment. She can totally not overthink whatever happened. She can do it. No explanations needed. No expectations. She can do it, right? It was just a makeout session with Calum at the beach. It's not like it had never happened before. It's not like she never wished it could happen again.
She can do it. Or at least is what she tells herself as she gets ready for class. And she walks through campus. And as she sits in the corner of the lecture hall spinning a pen between her fingers. And as she stared blankly at the front of the room.
She tries to focus. She really does. But she can still smell Calum's cologne on her skin and feel him on her lips and not a single word her professor's saying is being registered in her brain and she's thanking every entity that she only has that class that day because there's no way she can make it through a whole day of classes feeling like this. She's not sure she can make it through anything feeling like this. But she still sits through the class. And at a corner of the library pretending she's reading her textbook, not just looking at the page waiting for something to happen. She doesn't even know what she's waiting for. For feeling to go away maybe. For something to snap her out of her Calum-induced haze.
It is fascinating to her how he can just walk back into her life, same brown eyes and warm smiles, and leave her feeling things she hoped she didn't feel anymore. Things she thought she would never feel again. How quickly he can take permanent residence inside her brain again.
She’s debating whether to just give up and go home when her phone dings.
From M 💜: where r u?
To M 💜: library
To M 💜: but im about to head home
She answers, throwing her stuff in her backpack and slinging it over her shoulder.
She had just closed the door when she gets another message.
From M 💜: im coming over
And she barely has time to put her stuff down before she hears the doorbell.
“Were you already halfway here?” She laughs, throwing her arms around his neck once Michael gets through the door, making him laugh.
“I was close,” he shrugs, and she motions for him to follow her to her room. He takes a second looking around, stopping by the pictures she had started to tentatively tape to the wall, some old photos with him, some with Calum, Ashton, or Luke, one with all five of them, some with Kayley, and some others with her family and with people from Uni.
"This one is my favorite," Michael points to a picture of the two of them back in his old room, sitting side by side, Michael mid-laughter looking at her while Emma hides her face in her hands leaning closer to him. It's her favorite too. The happiness that flows through her when she looks at it being something she desperately wanted to hold on to.
"Mine too," she says, watching him move around the room waiting. He finally sits on the bed.
"How are you?" He asks, green eyes carefully watching her and she crinkles her nose.
"I'm great. How about you?"
"I'm serious," he says, rolling his eyes.
"Me too," she tilts her head and looks into his eyes, "I mean it, I can handle it, I just needed to get it out of my chest, I guess" she shrugs.
“You sure?” He asks and she nods.
“Yeah,” she agrees and he doesn't seem to believe her, glancing around the room, eyes landing on Calum’s jacket hanging from the back of the computer chair next to her bed.
"That's Calum's." It's not a question, it's a statement that's followed by him narrowing his eyes at her.
"He came over last night, and he left his jacket," she says, feeling her face heating up and avoiding looking at him.
"If it was just that you'd be able to look at me," he remarks, and she cringes, finally meeting his eyes.
"We might've," she clears her throat, scratching her neck, "kissed," she adds with a mumble.
"Fuck, you guys still can't be alone for five minutes without trying to get into each other's pants?"
"Hey!" She protests, frowning at him and he looks skeptical at her.
"Come on, trouble, you're smarter than this."
"I think you grossly underestimate how stupid I can be,” she jokes, making him roll his eyes, “but you lost me."
"He has no fucking clue what he wants, we're leaving again in a few days and you're just letting yourself be roped back into it?"
"We kissed, it happened before, it's not a big deal," she shrugs, running her hands through her hair and he huffs.
"You're telling me you're not still in love with him?" He asks voice heavy with sarcasm, tone bordering on mean, making her flinch.
"Jesus, Michael," she frowns, crossing her arms in front of her chest and he looks apologetic.
"You can't help how you feel, trouble," his voice is much softer now and she groans.
"You think I don't know that?"
"Then what are you doing?"
"I needed to know," she admits, fisting the ends of her sleeves and covering her face.
"What?"
"How it would feel like," she says, dropping her hands to her lap, fidgeting with her fingers.
"Em," he says, and she glances at him.
"I don't know how much of it all was real and how much was me reading into things and I don't know how I feel about him because he's tangled up in this ball of emotions that I have no idea what to do with and, honestly, for once in my life I wanted not to think about the consequences of what I'm doing and just do something I want just 'cause I wanted. Because something I did know was how much I wanted to kiss him."
“So you just spent the past few years pinning for him?” He teases and she rolls her eyes.
“Oh, yeah, definitely, I have a shrine for him hidden in my closet," she jokes, sarcasm lacing the words, as she points to it, making him laugh, "come on, babe, give me a bit more credit, I even had a girlfriend for a while there, I was not out of the game."
“Girlfriend?” He asks a grin on his face that makes her blink blankly at him before her eyes widen.
“Wait, you didn’t know."
“Oh, I did know, give me more credit,” he chuckles and she frowns.
“How?”
“I just did. Come on, your crush on Megan Fox rivaled Calum's," he says, affectionately rolling his eyes and making her giggle.
“And you didn’t think to tell me?”
“I knew you would tell me when you were ready,” he shrugs, and she smiles at him.
“You’re pretty awesome, you know that right?” She tells him and he winks at her. "Now you didn't come here to discuss Calum or that fact that I’m bi, so what's up?"
"I'm taking you to a party tomorrow," he states making her chuckle.
"You're taking me? I don't get a choice?"
"No, it's why I'm here, you can't say no to me in person."
"I can't?"
"No, it makes you feel bad."
"And you just love to take advantage of it."
"And you love me for it," he says and she nods.
"You could've just asked, I wouldn't say no."
"Couldn't take any chances."
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Everything is loud. Music is all she can register. Emma sure would be feeling out of place if it wasn't for the way Michael's dragging her along with him, leaving her clutching an empty red cup and laughing at his enthusiasm. And she's having fun watching a giggly and progressively louder Luke next to an equally as attention-catching Ashton being the life of the party.
"Here," Calum seems to materialize next to where she’s leaning against the wall, trying to hand her another beer, but she shakes her head.
"School night, rockstar, one is my limit," she laughs and he looks confused for a second, looking down at his hands before putting the drinks at a nearby table.
"Shit, I forgot, sorry," he says, turning back to her and she shrugs.
"It's fine, I just don't have it in me to power through classes hungover anymore."
"Anymore?" He asks, raising an eyebrow, looking mildly impressed at her as he leans his shoulder against the wall near her, crossing his arms across his chest.
"Yeah, there was this one time I went to class straight from a party, bad choice, I was still drunk, I was struggling the whole day, it was awful."
"Hard to picture," he laughs and she pokes his arm, giving him an unimpressed look.
"That's just 'cause you still picture the girl that kept refusing the beers you tried to get me to drink, people change, you know?" She tells him but he shakes his head.
"Nah, you didn't change all that much," he teases and she pouts at him.
"Come on now," she complains, sounding offended and making him laugh.
"You just stopped hiding."
"What do you mean?"
"It was like you were always trying your hardest to go unnoticed, now you just, don't care all that much anymore," he explains and she blinks up at him pressing her lips together.
"I go unnoticed without trying now," she chuckles, moving her hands dramatically around her, making him chuckle.
"Not even close, love,” he says, and she shakes her head, frowning at him, “dance with me,” he adds, pushing himself off the wall and offering her his hand.
“You wanna dance?” She asks, sounding skeptical but still smiling over the grin on his face as he takes her hand and drags her along with him.
“Yeah, come on.”
Emma is trying to keep a straight face as Calum moves to the beat in an exaggerated way, but she can’t stop herself from breaking down laughing.
“You’re ridiculous, you know that, right?” She teases, leaning closer to him as she speaks and he looks offended.
"Fuck you, I'm awesome," he complains, taking her hand again and forcing her to spin before pulling her to him.
***
"Why do we always end up in weird halfways?" Emma laughs now they can actually hear each other, looking around them and up to the sky as she leans back against the wall and Calum comes to stand in front of her, hands in his pockets.
"Who knows?" He chuckles, a grin on his face that makes her heart beat faster.
"Really, this can't be normal," she jokes, crossing her arms in front of her, sliding a bit down the wall behind her and he shakes his head, reaching for her arms and pulling her to him, hands settling on her hips after he places hers on his shoulder.
"What are you doing?" She giggles when he starts moving them side to side, way too calmly for the music blaring from the house.
"I'm dancing with you," he says, moving back so he could spin her, making her laugh and fight the urge to duck her head as her cheeks heat up.
"You're off beat," she teases, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"I'm bassist, I'm never off beat," he brags, making her chuckle.
"We are, though," she says, tilting her head as she looks up at him.
"The song is wrong not me."
"Right, my bad," she nods, and he winks at her. "You're better at this now," she says once they settled on a rhythm and he frowns at her.
"I was always good at this."
"Sure you were," she teases, voice heavy with sarcasm and he stops moving so he could look at her.
"I was nervous. I could only about how much I wanted to kiss you," he says and she laughs, rolling her eyes.
"Oh, come on," she says, crossing her arms across her chest.
"I'm serious, the girl I had a crush on was in my shirt, in my bedroom, it was a very intense experience,” he says, nonchalantly, making her scoff in disbelief.
"Why didn't you say something?"
"I was trying to."
"Wait, you did that because you wanted to kiss me?" She asks, and he shrugs.
"I wanted to know what it would be like," he says simply and she purses her lips.
"That storm was a real cockblocker, then, huh?" She chuckles and he shakes his head.
“Pretty sure it was your dad.”
“It was a combination of the blackout, lighting, lights, and my phone, all completely random things happening at the same time for some reason,” she says, motioning dramatically around them making him laugh.
"You're something else, love."
"You gotta embrace the weird."
"Yeah," he says, watching her intently, a soft smile on his face.
"That would've been a nice kiss," she says, chewing on the inside of her cheek, fighting the urge to stare at his lips.
"That means you wouldn't have freaked out if I had kissed you that day?"
"I don't know, probably not."
"Would you freak out if I kissed you now?"
"You wanna kiss me, Hood?’ She teases, a smirk on her face that makes him groan.
“You’re impossible,” he complains, shaking his head, starting to pull away and she moves her hands to his face, pulling him back to her, and kissing him. He seems startled for a second, before kissing her back, hands pulling her closer. His lips are soft against hers and it's hard for her to understand exactly what she's feeling. She just knows she doesn't want him to stop kissing her.
***
"Do you wanna come in?" Emma asks in a moment of boldness that surprises her a bit when Calum stops the car in front of her house and he kills the engine before looking at her.
"Yeah," he nods, smiling at her in a way that makes her feel breathless.
She's trying to get the gate open, fumbling with the keys for a second when she feels Calum pressing against her back, arms snaking around her waist and she giggles, pushing the gate open and they walk together to the house, her leaning her head back against his shoulder.
"You want something?" She asks, detaching herself from him to get a glass of water.
"I'm good," he says, leaning against the doorway while she grabs a glass and moves to sit on the counter.
Emma is feeling mesmerized as Calum moves closer to her, taking a sip of her water as he nudges her thighs open so he can slot himself between them, and moves a piece of her hair away from her face making her lean into the touch as she puts the glass down.
"You sure you don't want anything?" She mumbles, breathing shaky and he shakes his head.
The energy around them is charged and she barely has time to react before his hand moves on her, one hand on her back pulling her flush against him, the other moving up her hair and he's kissing her. She would be lying if she said she's used to the wave of sensations that crash into her, but she doesn't want to hold back anymore, so she lets go, allowing her hands to explore his body, whimpering against his lips while his fingers seem determined to touch every inch of exposed skin.
Both of them are lightly pushing the limits, seeing if the other is going to back down, she's dragging her nails across the nape of his neck, under the collar of his shirt and his fingers are tracing her thighs along the edge of her skirt.
He breaks the kiss, and she's about to protest when he moves her hair back and starts kissing down the column of her throat, his fingers inching further up her thighs and her protest becomes a strangled noise.
“Is this okay?” He checks, starting to pull away, but she breathes out a yes while grabbing hold of his shirt and pulling him back to her, clashing a bit when he laughs at her eagerness but kisses her back with just as much enthusiasm while her fingers work their way down his shirt, opening the buttons in the way down. She pulls away while her hands move under his shirt, watching his face as she drags them up his chest and across his shoulders, slowly sliding the fabric off him and he lets it fall to the floor. She lets her fingers trace along the tattoos on his chest and down his arm, eyes following her movements as she drinks in every detail she can before he's kissing her again, his hands sneaking under her shirt, slowly moving them up, thumbs tracing along the band of her bra, and she raises her arms to let him pull it off her.
“You sure about this?” He asks once the shirt is somewhere on the floor, eyes darkening as he scans her, “we never-” he trails off and she chuckles.
“Moved past making out?” She offers, and he laughs, nodding. “Are you sure?” She asks in return when she sees a flash of uncertainty on his face and his eyes soften.
“You’re asking me?” He asks, cocking his head while studying her face, a grin on his face.
“Yeah, it never happened before for the both of us, you know?” She says, running her hands through his hair, watching him look at her with a strange mix of confusion and fondness that makes her want to giggle.
“I am sure, but you didn’t answer,” he says and she grins at him.
“Oh, I am, I was just checking,” she says, cupping his cheeks and pulling him back to her. “Wait, this is not happening on my kitchen counter, though,” she laughs, gripping his biceps to stop him when his hands move up her skirt, grabbing at the skin of her ass, and he leans his forehead against hers, laughing too.
“Hang on then,” he says, swiftly lifting her off the counter, making her yelp, and throw her arms around his neck while he moves them to her bedroom.
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It takes Emma a few moments to properly wake up, and as she stretches around in the bed, something feels wrong, but she can't quite place what. Until she realizes she's alone. She opens her eyes, slowly sitting up and glancing around. She's wearing Calum's shirt, so the night before had definitely happened, and she remembers falling asleep tangled up with him, so why is she alone?
She's trying not to let her anxiety take over when she hears the sound of glass shattering and a string of curses, and she races off the bed, into the kitchen, heart racing as she stops by the door and watches Calum picking up pieces of broken glass.
"You're still here," she blurts out, staring at him like she's unsure he's real. She kind of wants to pinch herself, to make sure the vision of a very shirtless Calum in her kitchen isn't some kind of hallucination, but she's not ready to give it up yet if it is. Not when he's smiling at her, looking like he stepped right out of her dreams after he trashes the broken cup.
"Where else would I be?" He asks, "sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."
"You didn't," she shakes her head as he moves closer.
"I'm also sorry about the cup."
"It's fine." She can't help but smile up at him, the anxiety she was feeling is completely forgotten.
"Morning, love," he says, pulling her to him once she's in his reach.
"Hi," she giggles as he kisses her, slowly pushing her back into the room, and she laughs when she realizes his intentions, "baby, I can't, I have a class to get to," she laughs, trying to pull away, but he holds her in place.
"No, skip it, stay with me," he whines, pouting at her and she smiles at him, cupping his cheeks, thumb tracing his bottom lip.
"I can't, I have a presentation," she tells him and that just makes him pout harder.
"You have to leave now?" He asks, and she glances at the clock on her bedside table, realizing it's way earlier than she thought.
"Actually, no," she says, looking back at him, and his lips are on hers the second the words are out of her mouth.
"How long do we have?" He asks, lips moving across her jaw, making her drop her head back as his fingers slowly work on getting the buttons on the shirt open.
"About an hour, a bit more if you're willing to take me there," she gasps, feeling breathless as he kisses his way down her neck, hands moving up her body pushing the shirt open.
"I'll take you," he says, gently sliding the shirt down her arms, "I'll take you anywhere," he adds, voice raspy as his lips make their way across her skin back to hers before pushing her into the bed.
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"Kay, are you even listening to me?" Emma asks after they step out of the building when Kayley seems to just be nodding to her words, stopping in front of her.
"Yeah," Kayley nods again, and Emma raises an eyebrow at her, unimpressed, "we need to meet up to do the thing," she adds, and Emma huffs.
"Kay, this is important," Emma says, but her friend's attention is now focused on something behind her, and she watches as her green eyes widen, "what?" She asks, glancing behind her.
She spots the reason for that reaction instantly, seeing Calum walking towards them, weirdly blending in, with a grey beanie pulled over his head, a white sweatshirt, hands shoved into his jeans pocket, and Emma breathes out an oh looking back to her friend.
"If you freak out, I will hit you," Emma threatens, turning back to her friend, but with no actual heat behind her words, her breath hitching as she feels Calum's hand in the small of her back. "Hi, Cal," she smiles looking up at him. Kayley’s eyes are moving between the two, stopping on Calum's hand, trying to understand what’s happening. She raises an eyebrow wondering what she missed making Emma clear her throat, "Cal, this is Kayley. Kay, this is Calum," she says, motioning between them.
"It's nice to meet you," Calum says, offering his hand, and Emma thinks Kayley is about to pass out when she shakes it, letting out a strangled hi.
"Kay is a big fan," Emma teases, emphasizing the big while playfully poking her, and the brunette rolls her eyes. "I think the words best band were used on more than one occasion," Emma adds, making her blush.
"I'm a regular fan. I’m not obsessed or anything," Kayley says her face going bright red, causing Emma to burst into laughter, "and now I'm gonna go find a hole to bury myself in."
"Come on, Kay, I'm just messing with you," she says, moving to throw an arm around her friend and Calum seems amused watching the interaction.
"Emma has told me a lot about you," he tells Kayley and she gives Emma a side glance, before looking back at him.
"I could say the same."
"All bad things, I'm guessing," he jokes and Kayley shakes her head.
"Not at all," she tells him and he seems very interested in what Emma could've possibly said.
"Really?"
"Yeah, she actually-" Kayley starts talking but Emma's hand moves to cover her mouth.
"You know what? We should go or else Kay is gonna be late for her next class because she's gonna be dead," Emma says glaring at her friend and Kayley pushes her hand away, laughing.
"Come on, I'm just messing with you," she mocks and Emma rolls her eyes.
"Real funny."
"Not as fun when it's done to you, huh?"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever."
"I should get going then, it was nice to meet you," Kayley tells Calum, "Thomas," she whispers to Emma, who playfully elbows her, pretending outrage.
"Yeah, you too," he says, eyeing them both.
"I'll talk to you later, babe," Emma tells Kayley, who walks away with a wave.
"What was that about?" He asks, taking her backpack that's hanging from one of her shoulders and slinging it on his, walking them back to his car.
"I might've talked about you exclusively calling you Thomas," she admits, scratching her neck, and he frowns at her.
"Why?"
"Because you're you, and she is a fan, I didn't want, you know, to feel like I was trash-talking you or that our friendship was about trying to get to you guys. I only told her that night at the club, I couldn't exactly deny it, she noticed my reaction to seeing you," she shrugs, looking forward, feeling her cheeks heating up.
"That actually makes sense," he says, and she stops, looking up at him.
"It does?" She asks when he stops too.
"It's who you are," he shrugs and her confusion grows.
"You lost me," she chuckles, and he adjusts the beanie on his head.
"You would still care about us without the music."
"Well, I did know you before."
"And you never tried to get something out of it."
"Of course not!"
"Exactly," he agrees when they get to the car and he opens the door for her while she studies him. Her eyes stay on him once he closes the door after she sits, watching as he puts her backpack on the backseat before getting on the driver's side.
"You wanna stay over tonight?" He asks, voice sounding a bit too low as he puts the keys in the ignition. And that's a reminder that hits like a punch in the gut. They are leaving the next day.
"Can we stop by my place first?" She asks, smiling at him, determined to not let that get to her as they make the way to her house.
Calum is looking around her room curiously, studying the wall with the picture and she sees the smile taking over his features when he notices the few pictures with him, and she stops in the middle of pulling a book from the pile on her desk, watching as he pulls the beanie off his head taking a step closer to the wall, before going back to the search of the book she needs.
"You play that now?" He asks as she puts the book in her backpack and she glances at him, noticing he's pointing at her old acoustic sitting on its stand beside her desk and she shrugs noncommittally, closing the backpack.
"Kinda? I can get away with playing a few songs."
"And the keyboard?" He asks, moving to sit on her bed, glancing around again, clearly noticing that it wasn't anywhere to be seen, before looking at her and she chuckles, pulling this drawer-like compartment on her desk open to show it to him.
"Definitely, but we have a grand piano at the studio on the campus, I mostly play there, it's kinda sad playing this little keyboard after that."
"Still not making your own music?" She can feel the way he's watching her as she ducks her head, hitting random keys that don't make any sound in the unplugged instrument.
"Nah." The answer is automatic, even if a small part of her wanted to tell him about her channel and her silly attempts at songwriting. She doesn't want him to know. She doesn't know exactly why. It's not like she wants something to come out of it. It's more about getting the thought out of her head than anything serious. But she doesn't like to talk about it, “you can stay there, or look around, I’m just gonna get some stuff,” she adds, motioning vaguely to the bathroom.
“Take your time,” he says and she nods before moving away.
Emma is finishing getting dressed when she hears Calum strumming. He's humming soft "oh's," along with the rhythm, and she quietly steps out of the bathroom back to the room. He is sitting at the edge of her bed, the dusk light coming from the window behind him making the room dark, and Calum glow. She leans against the door frame when he starts singing, recognizing the lyrics from one of their songs that kept her up wondering if they meant what she wanted them to do. But she didn't want to think about that. She wants to watch it. She didn't even care about the song, his voice, the way he played, erasing every coherent thought from her mind. She wants to record him, keep that forever, but she resists the urge, moving to sit beside him, making him smile at her before getting to the chorus of the song.
I know that it's a little too late
But this is everything I didn't say
She's captivated, her mind trying to think about the last time she heard him sing like this, no crowds, no production, just him but she can't remember exactly. He's still smiling at her while singing and she can't help but smile back.
The song ends too soon, making her want to ask him to sing something else, but she's too afraid to break the spell. So she doesn't say anything while he puts the guitar back on its stand and moves to sit back next to her. She doesn't do anything even though she wants to while he takes her hand in his and draws senseless shapes in it. She just keeps looking at him.
"I always wanted to play you that song," he says quietly, also afraid to do the wrong thing, to say the wrong thing and shatter the moment they’re in. "When Ash and I started writing this, I wanted to know your reaction. I thought you hated me back then and I hoped it wouldn't be forever", he adds, bringing their intertwined hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckles.
"I could never hate you, Calum," she whispers, scared that her voice would betray her if she tried to speak any louder.
"I thought you did. And I wouldn't blame you for it," he replies, looking at her, his features getting harder to see as the setting sun disappeared, taking her back to that rainy afternoon in his bedroom and wishing she could read his mind.
"Well, I did try," she chuckles, "I just couldn't do it," she tilts her head, thinking, "not for real anyway." She studies his face but can't read him, so she just looks at him. She traces the tattoos on his arm with her fingers. Committing every detail she could to her memory. She doesn't want to think about the bad things anymore, not when he's right there with her.
"Come here," he says before pulling her to his lap, her knees on each side of him, hands on his shoulder keeping her steady. "I'm glad you don't hate me," he tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear before settling both his hands on her hip.
"Me too," she replies, leaning forward and kissing him. He pulls her closer, and she threads her fingers through his hair before letting her hands roam through his body while he does the same.
Emma finds the hem of his shirt and tugs at it, asking for permission, and he raises his arms, breaking the kiss long enough for her to pull it off him, grabbing her and flipping them, so he's laying on top of her, making her giggle. She's smiling at him, and he kisses the tip of her nose before going back to her lips.
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“Do you have to go to class today?” Calum asks, face hidden in her hair, and Emma moves her head from his chest so she could look at him.
“I have that final I've been complaining about all week on my last period, so I have to go to at least that one,” she tells him and he pouts, making her giggle.
“So no chance you’ll come to see us off then?” He asks and pulls her closer, pressing his lips against her forehead.
“Nope, and even if I could go, I wouldn’t,” she says, kisses his chest, and pulls away, sitting up beside him.
“Why not?” He sits up too, frowning and she sighs.
“I still have nightmares about that airport, Cal, I’m not doing that again, I’ll say goodbye to all of you and make it to my afternoon classes,” she explains, running a hand through her hair and looking at him.
“But I was hoping,” he starts but she stops him, shaking her head.
“Nope, you can’t convince me to go through that again,” she says, laughing, and he half shrugs half nods.
“Can I convince you to let me take you out for lunch then?” He asks and she rubs her chin pretending to consider.
“Can lunch end somewhere I can say goodbye to all of you?”
“I can make that happen."
“Then you got me for the rest of the morning,” she grins at him and he smirks moving closer to her.
“I could always not let you leave this bed, then I’d have you for more than that,” he says, pushing her back down, and moving so he would be on top of her, settling between her thighs.
“Hate to burst your bubble, but you’re leaving today anyway,” she reminds him and he groans, hiding his face in her neck, making her giggle.
“Come on, let me stay in the bubble for a little while longer."
“You’re lucky I like the bubble,” she says, her hands moving to his face and pulling him so she could kiss him.
*****
Emma doesn't want to think about how much she wants the day not to pass, because she feels like the more she thinks about it, the faster the time seems to run out. One moment she's sitting in Calum's kitchen with the promise of the morning together, the next they are in his car heading to meet the rest of the band before their flight. She hates how much she hates the idea of watching them leave. She hates how it's making her feel like she’s about to lose everything again.
“You okay there, love?” Calum asks her, eyeing her, noticing how she had fallen silent.
“Yeah, I’m just,” she nods, but then she stops, “actually, I don’t know what I am right now,” she lets out a chuckle, “I’m just staying in the moment, I guess.”
Calum stops at a red light and looks over at her, mixed emotions on his face as he studies her. The intensity of his gaze doesn’t help with the anxious feeling in her chest, but she holds it, giving him a pressed lips smile when he reaches for her hand, intertwining their fingers and letting them lay on her leg when the light turns green again and they start moving once more.
Too soon they’re pulling up to Ashton’s place and she’s fighting every instinct on her body that’s telling her to run when she smiles at them.
“Are you going to cry?” Michael asks his tone somewhere in between mockery and concern, eyes narrowing when he looks at her.
“Nope, if I start crying, I won’t stop and I have a class to pass after this,” she jokes, “I’m just here to say goodbye and then I’m going back to campus.”
“You’re not coming with us?” Luke asks and she presses her lips together, shaking her head.
“I can’t, I have a final that ends when your flight is set to take off,” she explains and he nods.
“So you really can’t stay.”
She is still there after a while, observing the excitement, taking them in for the moment, laughing at Michael’s jokes or the banter between all of them.
It breaks her heart to stand up and hug them, getting ready to leave. It breaks her heart to hold on a little too tightly, while she can’t tell why she feels like she needs to hold on. It breaks her heart to hide her face on Calum’s chest and breathe him in, not knowing how it would be like when she let go.
Her heart is still breaking when Michael lets her know they landed.
But what shatters her heart is when Calum doesn’t.
She waits for it. She knows she shouldn't but she does it anyway. Staying by her phone, praying for him to throw her a lifeline. When that doesn't happen she finds herself wanting to destroy anything that could make her think of him. The issue is that now, everything about her house makes her think of him. His jacket's in her wardrobe and her sheets still smell like him.
Shoving all her bedding into the washer is what breaks her. Is what makes her rip his pictures out the wall, what makes her push the bed into a different position, what makes her move everything he touched into a different place.
But it doesn't change how she's feeling, and the next thing she knows she's dialing his number.
She slides down the wall, phone to her ear, praying he would just pick up but shaking her head when she repeatedly gets his voicemail.
“I must be really stupid for actually thinking you would pick up, hell, I don’t even believe you’ll listen to this, I don't know why you think that disappearing is the right thing to do, I don’t know if you think I can’t handle the truth, or if you’re just too much of coward to just say it, but you can’t do this to me again, if it was just for the week, if you just wanted to know what it would be like, but you don’t really want,” her voice cracks, she can’t ask him if he doesn’t want her, “if you just want to act like it didn’t happen, like it’s nothing, you can tell me. But you can't do this to me again. You said to stay in the moment, but this is just mean. You can't do this after everything that happened." She stops, looking up at the ceiling, suddenly being hit with a wave of anger she can't fight, "You know what? This is ridiculous, I'm not waiting by the phone anymore. I've been waiting for years, I can't do this anymore. If you don't call me back this time I won't call again. This is it, the last call, Calum, 'cause the next time you decide you miss me, I won't answer."
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taglist: @lxnelyhearrt @larryologymajor
Just a random note, i actually had the scene where Calum plays the song to her sitting in the document like [song scene ??????????] until Calum posted this and suddenly I was able to write it and that scene is actually the only scene that i stayed from the first version of this part so I thought I'd share the video with it.
Also, alternative title for this one was "and it comes rushing back..." from love again by new hope club.
#5sos fic#calum hood fic# i dont know how to tag fics so yeah #mywriting #catch22 #calum hood fanfic #calum hood x oc# 5 seconds of summer fanfic
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can u do a scarlett!reader fic where maybe possiblly reader has a migraine or is just tired and scarlett comes home to her sat at the table, laptop open with work on it but readers asleep with her head in her hand. something along those lines with plenty of fluff? ☺️☺️☺️
If your not comfortable with this, feel free to ignore its my first time requesting ☺️
A/N: Ahhh my first request :) thank you so much for sending it in! I really hope you like it. It's not as long as I hoped it would be but still:) I really enjoyed witing this. i have another request I'm gonna start on in a bit and hope I'll get it done soon too:)
Migraine Comfort
Scarlett Johansson x Reader
Summary: You have a migraine and Scarlett is there to take care of you.
word count: 926
Warnings: migraine, pain, lmk if I need to add more:)
not my gif:)
If someone would’ve told you a year ago that by this time you’d be in a relationship with Scarlett Johansson for almost 6 months already, you would’ve told them they’re crazy. Yet here you are falling more for her everyday in a blossoming relationship.
You loved your work, you really did but at the moment you were swamped with so much work there was no end in sight. You’ve been working late every day for two weeks now. Scarlett often finding you up at night still going over paperwork. It was just a stressful phase but she couldn’t wait for it to be over just like you.
In the morning Scarlett made sure to give you some extra love. She let you sleep in a little while she made breakfast and that just made you fall in love with her even more. As you were ready to leave she softly kissed your forehead before she pressed her lips to yours and kissed you lovingly. „I love you Baby, see you tonight and take it easy okay?“, she said while she caressed your cheeks and you nodded softly before answering „I love you too Scar“.
Scarlett would be in the studio that day, recording some stuff for the new Sing 2 movie and once she’d be home that night you’d cook and enjoy the evening.
You couldn’t wait for that. However as soon as you you got to work you already saw that taking it easy was not possible that day.
You texted during lunch eventhough you’re lunch break was not really a break. It was more a forcing down a salad while continuing on your paperwork. Your headache that started an hour into work was pounding through your head but you waved it off as nothing as Scarlett asked you about it.
It wasn’t nothing.
As you got home around 6 pm Scarlett wasn’t there yet but you knew she wouldn’t be much later. Instead of just resting on the couch like you should, you sat down at the dining table got out your laptop and continued working.
Your headache was way worse and turning into a migraine, you knew that but you tried your best to just ignore it and get as much work done as possible. However you didn’t last long. Not even five minutes later your vision started to grow unfocused, your head throbbing in pain. You were exhausted and in desperate need to sleep off this migraine.
Resting your head in your hand you close your eyes and pinch the bridge of your nose, trying to ease the pounding and dizziness that washed over you. Without realizing you fell asleep like that.
As Scarlett comes home she stayed quiet. After you hadn’t answered her text she had hoped that you were asleep on the couch or something. Finally allowing yourself to rest. However as she saw you sitting at the table like that, asleep, she couldn’t help but sigh softly.
She could already tell that the headache you waved off at lunch had turned into a migraine. Closing the laptop she gently pressed a kiss to your temple, feeling the intense throbbing against her lips. She caressed your cheek softly to wake you as you slowly opened your eyes.
„Hey Baby, how was it? Did you have fun at the studio?“, you tried to overplay your pain the best you could but it all was worth nothing as a wave of dizziness washed over you that almost caused you to fall off the chair.
„It was good Baby but that doesn’t matter right now. You need to rest“, she said concerned but strict. Nevertheless you tried to argue with her however you only got so far to open your mouth before she said „Don’t even try Y/N. We both know that we should not mess with your migraines“.
You just closed your mouth and nodded giving up. She was right. Lifting you in her arms she carried you to the couch and laid you down gently.
After dimming the lights and making sure you were comfy she went into the kitchen making some black tea and getting you a cold pack and some water, knowing exactly what to do to help you.
„Scar we still can cook and eat, I’m okay“, you tried again but she just shot you a look. „Baby we both know from experience that it’ll only get worse when you’re chewing. There is no rush Baby. Once your migraine passes we’ll cook and eat together but not before that“, she said with a tone that told you to stop arguing. There was no use.
After mumbling an okay she kneeled down in front of your head and gently starts to massage your temples. You can feel the throbbing lessen with her magical touch. Obviously it wasn’t gonna go away in five minutes but with Scarlett there you knew you’d be okay.
Once it was a little better she got you your meds and you took them. She made sure you finished your tea and readjusted the cold pack over your eyes before she cuddled up on the couch with you.
If you wanted to or not you needed to take a nap for this migraine to pass. It didn’t take you long to fall asleep either. Once you were cuddled deep into Scarlett sleep took over and you finally got some well deserved rest.
Scarlett couldn’t help but smile as she saw you asleep. You derserved the rest and she’d do anything in her power so you’d get it.
#Scarlett johansson x reader#scarlett johansson#Scarlett comfort#Scarlett fluff#request#soft Scarlett Johansson#send in requests#hope you enjoy
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Moments of Despair #1 [Genshin Impact/Diluc x Reader]
Synopsis: “The man who was on fire and realized it too late.”
(A series of works where the boys deal with the passing of their beloved).
Albedo's despair
Warnings: angst, tragedy, major character death, graphic depictions of violence perhaps
(A/n): Had these ideas for a while after reading @/serensama To Mourn series of another fandom. So much sorrow and feeling I just was inspired to write 😫
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The moment you fell lifeless in Diluc's arms, he wanted to disappear.
It was raining again, he had always despised the rain. How it trickles down the slope of your cheek, like tears falling from the heavens. The sight of it mixing with your blood creating a thin stream of red rivers flowing beside him. They patter down obnoxiously because time didn't care, the gods don't care, the world didn't care. You were just a small fragile person to their eyes but to him you were his light. A candle that used to shine in his dark world was now dissipitated by the waters of reality.
Many droplets have passed and he was still holding you. Diluc could do nothing but stare. He hadn't shed any tears nor could he make a coherent sound. Perhaps it was because his tears have long run out when his father was held in the very same way. Or it was because he was heartless. He's usually told for being cold and indifferent. But the pain clenching in his chest was proof that he still had one (proof that it was still beating), much to his dismay. It would be better if he didn't.
So why can't he just look away? Your wounds, your bruised features, everything now etched so deep into the back of his conciousness that is was starting to awaken his worst nightmares. They were the source of the bile growing in his stomach. The irony stench filling up his nostrils felt so sickening. He couldn't turn away. You're dead. You're dead. You're dead. As if reality had yet to register, or maybe he refused to accept it, Diluc helplessly gazed down your body with blank and empty eyes.
"Master Diluc..."
Jean's voice called out to him pitifully. He rises up with his back turned, ignoring the stares given to him, "Leave. The knights of favonius are not needed here."
"But she's a Mondstadt citizen," The anemo user retorts, slightly taken aback by his impassive reaction, "It's my responsibility to ensure this case doesn't go unnoticed."
Unnoticed. Diluc scoffs in his mind, what a tasteless joke.
"It seems you weren't listening," he announces as his head was turned ajar so they could see the deep hatred glowing red in his eyes, "Leave. Now."
Jean's lips trembled before barely being able to say, "Alright" and retreating her knights back to the city. Kaeya narrows his gaze at his bother, the sorrow was evident through his pupils. He steps forward until he was arms length away from his brother. Too little too late, another failure was added to the belt.
Kaeya was a man of many words but for once he was at loss of what to say. No underhanded suggestions, no ideas taunting him to spill his thoughts, he simply asks Diluc, "What are you planning to do now?"
Silence. Kaeya couldn't predict what sort of expression his brother was making as he looks at your corpse. It brought a heavy weight of unsettlement upon him and here he thought he had already grown used to his brother's quietness.
Slowly, he turns around while letting the water pour down his face. Kaeya tightens his jaw as Diluc drags his feet towards him, stopping when their shoulders were parallel, "It's none of your concern."
"You're just going to leave her here?"
There was a slight pause which was enough of an answer. The Cavalry Captain sighs when he watched him walk away, what was the point of asking when Kaeya knew Diluc so well? He glances at your form before swiftly shutting his eyes.
It was his concern.
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A week later, the staff of the Ragnvindr household could hardly recognize their Master's appearance. They knew not to bother him when he decides to lock himself in his chambers. Diluc drowns himself with work from hours to no end as he connects the findings of the person that took your life. As expected, it was one of his enemies- a fatui member. The question was, which one?
"Master Diluc, I beg of you, please take care of yourself," Elzer pleads.
The pyro user didn't bother to spare him a glance or look at the tray of food he carried.
Food...you always brought them whenever he had to work overtime.
"I do not remember specifiying anyone to be allowed in my office," he voices aloud, "If it's related to business affairs simply leave that with Adelinde and I'll take a look at it tomorrow."
"I understand. But you've been working all day and night yet refusing to take any breaks in between. At this rate, you'll harm your health."
The feather pen in his grip kept dragging it's course, "This is beyond the duties assigned to you Elzer."
"That's because it was a request sent by your father," he adds, knowing that stepping over his boundaries may cost him, "If Master Crepus was still here, I'm sure he would have said the same thing."
Taking a deep breath, Elzer lays out his last card, "And also your wife."
The pen slows into a halt.
No one had brought you up until now. Elzer anxiously watches his Master shifting in his seat, his red bangs covering half of his face but he could still see the frown pressing firmly on his lips. It wouldn't be a surprise if Diluc suddenly bursted at him for mentioning such a sensitive topic, all that matters was his master's well being and Elzer was willing to risk everything for it. But nothing. Diluc turns his attention ever so slightly at the tray he carried.
"Fine, but I'm not eating that."
"What? Wasn't this was her favourite-"
"Do I need to repeat myself?"
Elzer furrows his brows before sighing, "...No, Master Diluc."
He exits the room while carrying the fresh dish of Once Upon A Mondstadt that you loved so much. The door closes with a soft click and he was alone again.
People found it strange how Diluc seemed so vacant to your passing. He didn't even show up at your funeral. Instead, he continues his duties as a Mondstadt nobleman like usual while taking care of business matters associated with the winery. Except those who were close to him could see the difference in his actions. Apathy, he was so mechanical in every task he did. Like a marionette attatched on strings, a doll without a soul. After all, his soul died the moment when yours did too. What remains was a shadow of Diluc and a being existing solely for revenge and duty. He was nothing but a remnant.
Fatigue begins to wash over him and he fights to stay awake. Because once he gives in it will all be over. Once he closes his eyes, he would see your face with a multitude of images from the past. He would hear your voice calling out his name from a distant space as it echoes off the walls of his mind. He would fall into a dream where you were still with him and as always, waking up to see that it was never real.
I should have pushed you away.
Because what hurt Diluc the most wasn't that you were gone, rather, it was how you were still here.
Then you'd still be-
Something breaks and it turned out to be the pen he was holding so tightly. Only now Diluc realized how fast his heart was thrumming as beads of sweat began rolling down his forehead. Focus. Don't waste time. He won't grant himself the liberty of anything when your murderer was still on the run. Every wound they inflicted on you was going to be returned in tenfold. He'll make sure of it. That's why, he refuses to think about you at all. Diluc occupies his mind with other matters since at this point, work was the only efficient method of keeping his sanity in tact.
She needs you to focus.
The door opens and Kaeya enters the room while holding a document, "We found the guy."
His reaction was immediate, "Where?"
"Hm, now that we meet, it's actually quite debateable," The captain notes wryly, "When was the last time you've gotten proper rest?"
"I don't have time for this, either you tell me or I'll do it by force."
Kaeya couldn't help but sigh, "Apologies but you don't seem to be in any state for a fight. I'm sure you know how it would end up if you were to face your enemy right now."
"..."
"Diluc, this isn't healthy," Kaeya asserts, it's been a while since he sounded so sincere, "I'm not here to prevent you from doing what's necessary however, perhaps it would be better if I finished it in your stead."
"No," Diluc stubbornly answers, "Hand that over."
"...Heh, then there's really nothing I can do to stop you it seems," he whispers with a sad smile, "At the very least, be careful."
"I intend to," The pyro user snatches the paper parchment out of Kaeya's hands before opening the window, "Also, if Elzer returns, tell him there's a few errands I have to take care of."
The night was a full moon and the sky was empty, Diluc leaps off the edge and disappears into the darkness. There was no telling of what could happen next. Since you weren't here, it was up to Kaeya to watch over him.
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The claymore dropped to the ground with a clang as it soaks up the blood of the fatui he just killed.
Diluc was tired, so tired.
He slumps down against the wall from pure exhaustion, all that adrenaline and hatred went up in fumes, leaving behind whatever was left in his heart: nothing. Two hours, not even that far from Mondstadt, the fatui hid in an abandoned building as he cowarded for his life. When Diluc arrived, he never expected this monster to be so weak. This was the person who murdered you? A pathetic nobody that was simply following orders? This was the reason why he lost you forever?
In the end, the only one to blame was himself, for being weak and unable to protect you. He was supposed to be your hero ("Darknight hero," you'd always tease), the rock that shields you just as you had been the warmth he longed for many years, did he give you enough? Was this enough? He thought avenging your death would grant him a peace of mind and the justice you deserved but deep down, he knew it will never be enough when it comes to his love for you.
"Diluc."
He closes his eyes, he hears your voice. He was so tired, it wouldn't be a surprise if he started hallucinating.
"Diluc."
"I'm sorry..."
The man lets out a trembled breath as he apologized to the image of you in his mind. I'm sorry I failed you. They were repeated like a mantra in hopes to reach you somehow. Of course that was impossible, his feelings, his emotions, love and sorrow altogether will never reach you again. And your arms that once comforted him and brushed his hair with a soothing voice, saying everything will be okay, where are they now?
"Diluc."
"Stop," he didn't want to hear your voice.
"Diluc, I'm here."
"Stop..."
"Diluc..."
He jolts his eyes open and lets out a yell, what was he saying? He doesn't know. All he needed now was to drown out the fake voices mocking in his head. Diluc grabs the nearest object and shatters it against the floor, the dam was broken and it flooded uncontrollably, breaking everything in it's way. The abandoned house was filled with loud cries of a man sobbing with agony like a broken-hearted child. He crumbles to his knees and falls to his side, lifting his forearms while clutching his face.
And screamed.
Archons, what did he do to deserve this? Why do the people he cherish get taken away from him? Diluc never wanted to be the Darknight hero if it meant having his father perish in his arms. He didn't want the feeling of stabs against his chest with every breath he took. He didn't want to feel cold while knowing it was because you weren't here to hold him. He didn't want your voice, your pictures or your memory.
He wanted you.
"(Y/n)..." he chokes. Rolling to his back, Diluc moves his arms to cover his eyes, letting the tears run down to his ears, "(Y/n)..."
For who knows how long, he lays there in the abandoned building and mourns. Diluc doesn't have the strength to move from his position, he found himself staring mindlessly through the cracks of the roof when his voice had gone hoarse. The corners of his eyes still burned and his head was throbbing with so much pain. Maybe he should just stay here but the thought of being in the same room as your murderer was unfathomable.
Picking up his claymore once again, Diluc drags himself out of the door. Where would he go? It's not like he had a home to return to because home was when he was with you. A doll without a soul, the marionette moves as if the strings have commanded him to do so. Where ever it takes him, he didn't care. He just knew he had to go.
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Jealousy
Stepbro!Shigaraki x Reader
Quirkless AU
Word Count: 2.1k
Warning - dark content below: NSFW, Noncon, Incest (stepcest), Masturbation, Panty Sniffing, Slut-Shaming, Breeding Kink, Jealousy, Yandere
Summary: While your parents are away, Stepbrother Shigaraki decides to teach you a much-needed lesson.
"And where exactly are you going?" Shigaraki questions, setting down his controller after pausing the game. Piercing red eyes looking you up and down, he glares, his lips curling into a snarl as he notices the skimpy outfit you have on.
He hates how short the skirt is, showing off your fleshy thighs, and he detests the way the sweetheart crop top hugs your breasts. But most of all, he despises the fact that you're not wearing it for him.
You look at him in surprise, eyes wide and lips apart as you stammered, "O-oh, Touya's taking me out on a date tonight."
Shigaraki scowled at the mention of your boyfriend. He despised everything about the arrogant bastard you called your boyfriend. Shigaraki knew he didn't like Touya the first time he laid eyes on him. Shigaraki couldn't stand him, hating the way Touya's arm wrapped around your waist with a cocky smirk that Shigaraki wanted to wipe right off his face. He wasn't good for you; Shigaraki was sure about that. But, you didn't see it that way, instead claiming your stepbrother was merely being overprotective. So naive you were, didn't you know guys like Touya only wanted one thing?
You seem to notice his scowl, furrowing your brows as you complained, "Don't do that."
"Don't do what?" Shigaraki asks, quirking an eyebrow.
You point a finger in his face, "Don't make that face," crossing your arms, continuing, "I know you don't like Touya for whatever reason, but you don't know him like I do, so you have no right to judge him."
He rolls his eyes, scoffing, "Yeah, whatever. Just go on your stupid date." You click your tongue, turning to head out the door, slamming it behind you without so much as a goodbye. Shigaraki swears underneath his breath, returning his attention to his game, anything to get his mind off of you.
However, Shigaraki can't focus; and it's 45 minutes later after his sixth death in a row that he throws the controller aside, itching and clawing at his neck. He can't ignore the growing tent in his pants any longer, the strain of his hardening cock unbearable. With one thing on his mind, he stands, walking to your shared bathroom.
Fishing through the pile of clothes in the laundry hamper, Shigaraki smirking triumphantly as he pulls out a pair of your used panties. Flopping down onto his bed, he marvels at your used panties, loving the pink lace, so cute.
Bunching up your panties, he presses the dainty fabric against his nose. Drinking in your sweet scent, he pants, his long fingers fumbling for the fly of his jeans.
Freeing his aroused member, he releases a shaky breath as he palms himself. Slowly, he begins stroking his shaft up and down, precum already oozing from the swollen head. His imagination soon takes over, his perverted thoughts all around you, his adorable imouto-chan. Shigaraki wonders what you would do if you found him in such an obscene state, your lacy panties in one hand and his dick in the other. Would you turn a blind eye to it, pretending as if it never happened? Would you be disgusted by him, never being able to look him in the eye again? Or maybe you'd want to punish your perverted nii-san, straddling his face as you ride him, coming undone before his very eyes.
'Nii-san, it feels so good.' you moaned, panting heavily as his tongue explores your innermost crevices.
'Please, nii-san, I-I need more.' you begged, bucking your hips against his face, your eyes rolling back as the pleasure builds in your core.
'I love you, nii-san!' you cried as you reached your peak, fingers tangling his white locks as you rode out your orgasm, thighs quivering.
Shigaraki knows deep down it's wrong; that what he's doing is depraved. He shouldn't feel this way towards his little stepsister, but he can't help it. Rubbing your panties across his engorged cock, his hips stutter as he fucks your panties to the thought of you. It's not long before he finds his release, collapsing onto the bed, panting as he looks at your soiled panties, now coated with his sticky seed.
It's only a few minutes later that Shigaraki hears the open and close of the front door, followed by faint footsteps creeping past his door. Odd, usually when you came home from your little dates, you'd be giggling like an obnoxious schoolgirl.
Sitting up from his bed, he pads over to your room. He doesn't even think to knock, the door slightly ajar. His eyes widen when he barges in, catching you midway through undressing, in the process of tugging off your skirt, clad in only your white bra and matching panties. But that's not what catches his attention. No, it's the fresh, red marks that paint your skin, lining your collarbone down to your inner thighs. Knowing just who gave you those hickeys, his blood boils, quickly narrowing the distance between the two of you.
You notice his intruding presence all too late, covering yourself with your arms the best you can as you screamed, "Get out!" However, Shigaraki has no such plans. He advances towards you, quickly caging you against the wall, vermillion eyes sharp as he stares you down. You attack him, hitting him in the chest, as you yell, "What the hell, Shigaraki; I said get out!"
He ignores your pathetic attempt at self-defense, unbudging as he seizes your wrists, pinning your arms above you as you yelp in pain from his tight grip.
"You. little. slut." Shigaraki seethes, one hand leaving your wrists, painfully gripping your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye.
With tears pricking your eyes, you sniffle, begging, "You're hurting me. Please, just let me go."
Shigaraki cackles, a sick grin on his face as he rasps, "Let you go? You really think I'd let you go?" his eyes darkening, "No, bad girls like you need to be taught a lesson."
Before you can even protest, he's slamming his lips into yours, his tongue down your throat. It feels like an eternity has passed before he pulls away, allowing you to catch your breath, panting. The look of disgust is evident on your face as you wipe your lips, desperate to erase any trace of his lips on yours. Taking advantage of your distraction, Shigaraki grabs you by your hair, pulling you towards your bed, pushing you onto the mattress.
You attempt to bolt from him, but Shigaraki is all too quick to push you back onto the bed, pinning you underneath him. With teary eyes, you whimper, "P-Please, don't do this. This is wrong; you're my stepbrother."
Shigaraki smirks, "That just makes it hotter, imouto-chan."
With that, his lips are on yours once again, his hands groping your breasts, tweaking your nipples. His lips move down from your lips to your neck, nipping and sucking at the already tender flesh. You bite your lip to try and silence your moans, but Shigaraki notices, halting his assault on your neck, "Ah ah, I want to hear you moan for your nii-san."
With lust-filled eyes, Shigaraki pulls up your bra, licking his lips as he takes in the sight of your exposed breasts. You gasp as his wet tongue laps at one of your nipples, taking it into his mouth, twirling it around. He doesn't forget about your other breast, teasing it by rolling the hardened bud between his fingers. After a few moments, he switches his attention to your other breast, giving it the same treatment as he did the other.
His mouth leaves your breast with a pop, positioning his knee between your legs, spreading them wide. Ridding himself of his jeans, Shigaraki palms himself through the fabric of his boxers, watching you with half-lidded eyes. His free hand travels to your underwear, fingers tracing over your slit. Upon finding your panties damp with your juices, he smirks in satisfaction, "Looks like you're enjoying this as much as me."
Shaking your head, your face flushes with embarrassment. Shigaraki clicks his tongue, chiding you, "No one likes a liar, imouto-chan; besides, your body's saying just the opposite."
However, when Shigaraki begins to peel away your panties, you fight back against him, pushing against his chest. Eyes wide with fear, you plead to your stepbrother, "Please, nii-chan, I'm tired; can't we just cuddle?" He sees right through your lie, knowing that you're just trying to find a way out of this, to buy yourself some time.
Cupping your face, he brushes away a few tears that stray from your eyes, trying to comfort you, "Don't worry, imouto-chan, I'll make you feel good. Now just lay back and enjoy yourself."
With your head lying back on his pillow, you clench your fists, sniffling as he successfully peels off your panties. He makes a mental note to save them to add to his collection. Freeing his erect cock from the confines of his boxers, he feels you tense below him, your eyes widening at the view of the pale pink organ.
Rubbing his inflamed cock up and down, he lines himself up with your entrance, teasing your slit by rubbing the rounded tip against your folds. Slowly entering you, Shigaraki hisses at your tightness, your velvety walls contracting against him. Squeezing your eyes shut, you tightly grip onto the sheets below you as tears fall down your cheeks.
As he bottoms out inside you, Shigaraki groans, allowing you time to adjust. You were made for him, your walls fitting around him perfectly. Kissing your tears away, he begins gently rocking his hips. "Fuck." he murmurs, his eyes watching as his cock is swallowed up by your cunt, your stomach bulging with the imprint of his dick. Repositioning himself, he throws your legs over his shoulders, giving better access to your gummy hole. As he begins pounding into you, you can't contain yourself any longer, moaning as he thrusts into you.
"That's it, baby sis, let it all out for big brother." Shigaraki praises, his lips latching onto your sensitive breast. Wanting to excite more of those noises from you, his hand wanders to your clit, rubbing the nub with his thumb. He accomplishes just that as you are overcome with the pleasure flooding you, throwing your head back as you mewl.
You're a mess, creaming on your stepbrother's cock, eyes glazed over as you're being dicked down. You're his mess, Shigaraki muses; no one else can have you. But the love bites that cover your body tell him otherwise, and he just...he needs to know.
"Tell nii-san who owns this slutty pussy." Shigaraki grunts, his balls slapping against your ass as he picks up the pace. You shake your head back and forth, your lips pressed into a tight line as you refuse to answer him.
Stubborn little brat.
"Don't make me repeat myself," Shigaraki growls, his length nearly pulling out of you before slamming back in. This action causes you to squeal, Shigaraki doing it over and over again.
He hardly even hears it at first, your voice low and riddled with shame. "What was that?" He questions, Shigaraki showing your hole no mercy, pummeling into you with such brutality.
You have a conflicted look on your face, your lips wavering as you remain silent.
"Hmm, no answer, that's too bad; guess I'll just have to cum inside then." His statement gets an immediate reaction out of you, your hands pressed against his chest in protest.
"No! Not inside! Wait, I'll say it!" You urged, his threat working just as planned.
Shigaraki quirks an eyebrow, waiting for your response as he quickens his pace, the tip of his cock kissing the entrance to your womb.
You're nearing your end too, it seems, he can feel your walls beginning to suck him in.
"Nii-san does! Nii-san owns my pussy!" you wail, Shigaraki's hips stuttering as your walls clamp down on him, the two of you climaxing together.
He collapses on the bed beside you, watching as your chest rapidly rises and falls. On your face, a look of betrayal as you feel the warmth of his seed deep inside you.
Tears pool in your eyes, stammering as you tried not to break down, "Y-You came inside...but you promised-"
Shigaraki cuts you off with a short kiss to your lips, pulling away with a mischievous grin, "You said I own your pussy, didn't you? So that means I can do whatever I want with it. Right, imouto-chan?"
And what better way to show he owned you than to have you swollen with his child?
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