#this is MUCH longer than i expected but like. if yall recognized that there are huge inequalities between men and women YES EVEN STRAIGHT WO
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Your Bear Part II
summary: you are found (part I)
Joel Miller x daughter!reader, Tommy Miller x niece!reader
warnings: angst, reunion, violence, infected, happy ending :))
not sure if i like this as much as the first part but i hope yall do. i just want to thank you all for the response to my past few fics (especially your bear). its been unreal. i stopped writing for a while and these were my first ones back so this was an insane response to it! thank you so much for your love and appreciation it really does mean a lot!
also! i tagged basically everybody who left a comment asking for part 2 - sorry if thats annoying idk ive never done a taglist before. thanks for the comments tho :)
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22 Years Ago...
The world around you screamed for help. People ran around, skin on fire, missing massive chunks.
You wailed as they passed, hands tightened around your ears. You just wanted to find help. You wanted to save Sarah. This wasn’t what you expected.
“D-ad,” You cried, hiccupping, “D-addy!” You missed his touch. You missed his voice and his face. His laugh. You just wanted your daddy.
But which way had you come from?
You stood, idle, in an alley way you didn’t recognize, a man lay a few feet beside you. Blood seeped from his neck, running to kiss the tips of your shoes.
He twitched.
Your breath caught in your throat, the hair on your neck stood high. “D-daddy,” You whimpered, quieter than before, “Please.”
He looked at you now. His face grotesque, the shape of jagged teeth marked his greyish skin. White, stringy tendrils extended out of his mouth as he crawled to you – his legs being left behind as he did.
You screamed when his nails scratched against your shoe. In the panic, your bear fell from your grasp, landing in the bloodbath.
You tried backing up from the monster, but his hand stopped you. His claws captured your ankle.
You didn’t realise you were falling until your back hit the wet ground. You let out a shriek as he trailed up your body. “P-please,” You sobbed, “D-ad! D-addy!”
The creature didn’t even flinch. He opened his jaws further, searching for your small neck, ready to mark you just as he had been.
But a shot sounded off and his weight settled on your petite body.
A strong force tugged him off you, the same force pulling you into their arms. You wailed, fighting against the stranger’s grip.
“It’s okay, sweetgirl, you’re okay,” She told you, rushing you away from the scene, “You’re going to be okay; I promise.”
x
You didn’t know what to make of Jackson. It was nice, you supposed. Weird though. It felt like what you imagined before felt like. Not that you remembered much. You remembered how loud cars were, how the TV remote worked, how to strum a guitar.
You remembered your sisters voice, her hair, how smart she sounded even if you didn’t understand a word.
You wished you remembered your dad. He was a blur to you. Like you had missed a chapter of a book and now a new character had no face. You remembered his laugh though. It was sweet, slow. Like a lullaby. You recalled being held to his chest and feeling the vibrations.
You wished you remembered your dad.
Sarah had settled in quickly, at least that’s what you thought. She was happy to be around people other than her mom (you tried not to internalise it all that much).
In the week since you arrived Sarah had grown attached to the strangers that took you under their wing. You still weren’t so sure. But when Sarah made grabby hands to the older man and all she got was a dejected smile in response a part of you hurt. You didn’t understand why.
They’d kept their distance or rather he had. Ellie came round every day. She loved Sarah. She loved you, even if, like Joel, you were a little rough around the edges.
But for a reason unbeknownst to you Joel couldn’t be in a room with you for longer than five minutes. You didn’t let it bother you too much. You couldn’t. You didn’t want to make trouble and get the pair of you kicked out or worse separated.
Ellie had come to you earlier that day, smile wide, cheeks rosy. She had a glint in her eyes, a plan. One you really didn’t want to know about nor be a part of.
Excitedly, she told you about the couple who lived across from her and Joel - his brother. Tommy and Maria and the somewhat new addition of Lily, their little girl. Ellie had told them about you - although missing out some of the major minor details. They agreed to have you over she had said. And despite the age difference between Lily and Sarah the older girl was excited to meet her.
So, there you stood, Sarah shielded from the cold into your chest. You raised your hand awkwardly, knocking a little harder than you expected.
A woman opened the door. She was beautiful, smiley, friendly. You couldn’t tell if that was a façade or not. That made the nerves in your stomach stiffen. “C’mon in, sweetheart,” Maria ushered you inside after she confirmed it was you.
You forced a smile for her, “Nice place.”
Maria nodded, looking around the room proudly, “Thank you.” She urged you to take a seat, letting you know her husband, Tommy, was just dressing Lily.
“So, you’re younger than I thought you would be,” She confessed, “Not to be rude or anything.”
“No, it’s okay,” You cleared your throat, sitting opposite her, Sarah making a home on your lap, “I’m 27.”
“Wow,” She smiled, “And what about her?”
You stroked the top of Sarah’s head, where her hair had slightly begun to grow, “Couple weeks now.”
Maria shifted ever so slightly in her seat, unspoken sympathy in her eyes, “And the father?” You stilled, escaping her gaze you looked towards the coffee table, taking inventory of the odd books they had. “I’m sorry,” She spoke quietly, “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
“N-no,” You cleared your throat sheepishly, “There isn’t... her dad did what he had to.” You still remembered his screams.
“I’m sorry,” Maria frowned, hands soothing over her jeans, wishing Tommy would appear to aid the situation.
“Don’t be,” You said earnestly, “He got us here, right? One way or another...” Maria wasn’t sure you really meant that. The lost look in your eyes told her what she needed to know. As did your shaking knee. You’d give anything to have him back. She bit her lip, somewhat guessing the rest.
“Sorry ‘bout that,” A males voice cut through the tension, “Wouldn’t stop squirming for the life of me.”
Maria chuckled opening her arms to grab Lily, introducing you as she did. He blanched hearing that name. He near screamed seeing that face - your face but so much different, so much more mature.
Tommy blinked a few times, wondering if his eyes were deceiving him. He whispered your name carefully, as if you were a wild animal, prone for violence.
Maria gave him an odd look, moving Lily over to you and Sarah. “And this is our sweetheart, Lily,” She told you as Lily began fussing relentlessly in her arms, desperate to touch the baby.
“Baby,” She cooed.
“Yeah, that’s right,” You mused, croakily, inching closer to the pair, “This is Sarah, Lily.”
Tommy wanted to throw up. He felt it dancing up his throat, teasing his uncertainty. He felt stuck. He truthfully didn’t know what to do or what to say. Should he straight out ask you? You didn’t seem to recognise him though. Maybe it was a clone? A doppelgänger? Should he run over to Joel’s for safety away from this confusion?
Joel.
Did Joel know? He had to know. He needed to know.
“Tommy what’s wrong?” Maria called to him. He choked a little, eyes trailing over to the plaque that watched over their new life. The plaque he knew had no place for your name. He knew it. You were here.
Maria followed his gaze, a weird feeling in her chest as she saw her husband so unlike himself. She read Joel’s daughter’s name. Sarah. Was he freaked out because they shared the same name?
She gulped - it wasn’t just the baby whose name was shared but yours too it seemed. You couldn’t be, right? No- You died. Joel was so sure you died and despite all Tommy had told her, all the hope he had for you, she always found herself on Joel’s side. Funny that. Any other situation she would’ve made a point to oppose the eldest Miller.
But now... You were just five. You couldn’t have survived on your own. You wouldn’t have had a life in this world.
But again, hadn’t you said you were 27?
“Go,” She told him, firmly, “Make sure.” Tommy nodded, failing to hide his tears as you watched in confusion and darted out of the room with a sense of urgency that unsettled your stomach.
“Is everything okay?”
Maria’s attention snapped back to you, “Fine... everything’s fine.”
A disconcerting feeling swam under your skin and a sudden resolve to flee hit you. “I- We should probably go,” You mumbled, bringing Sarah to your chest once more.
“Wait, please,” She attempted, “Just wait.”
You shook your head, apologising softly before rushing out of the house. You caught eyes with two men across the road - Joel and Tommy. They stood on his porch, seemingly arguing with each other.
You spotted Ellie watching through the window, a guilty look on her face - what had she done?
The brothers stared at you as you left the home. Their eyes didn’t leave you for a second. Tommy called your name, desperately but when he moved to catch up with you, Joel pulled him back.
He clenched his jaw as you rushed back to your home, out of sight. “She was my niece, Joel,” He scowled, “My fuckin’ family too.”
Joel shook his head, shaking off the shame Tommy was trying to force on him.
“You don’t get to keep this kind of thing from me,” He yelled, “You- You are unbelievable, Joel.”
“Unbelievable?” He mocked, “Is it so unbelievable that I didn’t want to advertise to the whole goddamn town that she was my daughter when, hell, I don’t even know if she really is!”
“Bullshit,” Tommy spat, “You’re not stupid. You knew. Of course, you fucking knew. You knew like how I knew. One look. That’s all it woulda took you. No… you knew. You were just too scared - like always. And that, your selfishness, takes us all down with you.”
“Fuck you,” He grunted, storming back inside.
“Christ,” Tommy mumbled, turning back to his own home.
You had a baby.
You were here, alive.
x
You steered clear from the group for a little while afterwards. The whole situation made you heart clench. It felt like a game that you didn’t know the rules of, but they did. All of them did and they were careful not to reveal anything. But you wanted to know - you needed to.
You knew it involved Joel or at least you felt like it had to. The way he looked at you when you first met. The way he spoke. The way he shook. It had to be him. He had to be the answer.
You gave up on your attempts to avoid them when you came to that realisation.
The same realisation that brought you here, at his front door in the middle of the night. You shyly knocked a few times - no response. You repeated the action with a little more force, a little too much. The door creaked open on the contact, but no one came to greet you.
You sucked in a harsh breath as you debated entering. The door was open right? Fair game? Silently you forced yourself to step inside.
Their home was dark - one lamp lighting a whole room. You frowned looking over to it. Someone had to be here, right? Where else would they be so late?
And then you saw him. Joel. The contradictory man. He was asleep. His body was sprawled all over the couch, an empty bottle of God knows what lay beside him as did what looked like... a bear?
Shakily, you took a step forward, his name dying in your throat as you saw the bear in a better light.
It was... yours.
Why would Joel have your bear? The bear that when you were a child was essentially an extension of you. The bear that chased away all the bad dreams. The bear that your dad had gotten you - your dad.
You gulped - the bear you hadn’t seen since the night you lost everything. Since the night you almost lost your life.
Joel shifted in his sleep, pulling the bear close to his chest, careful of its head as if it was a baby. Your eyes burned. A gasp escaped your lips. You could read the chapter now. You can see that character’s face - your fathers face.
Different but the same.
“D-dad,” You whispered before you could stop yourself and backed away.
Your back met the door, slamming it shut. The man jolted awake, alarmed eyes frantically searching the room before landing on you. They grew small, weaker, like he wasn’t all the way there.
Joel watched you closely, taking note of your falling tears, he spoke your name. You choked on a sob, hand clasping over your mouth. “Baby,” He shot up before he had a moment to think and approached you.
You didn’t flinch away, like he expected. You didn’t stop crying either. You studied him now. The wrinkles. The scars. The grey hairs. The same look in his eyes.
“How long have you known?”
He flinched at that. Your voice so familiar, so broken. “Since we met,” He didn’t have to try too hard to understand what you were getting at. He felt shameful, though. This shouldn’t have been the way, right? This felt too casual, too unknown.
You wanted to ask more, yell at him. Beg him to tell you why it wasn’t the first thing that he told you. But you didn’t. Instead you put one foot in front of the other, until you were mere inches from him. “Dad,” You shuddered.
He hadn’t realised how much he missed being called that, how much he missed being your dad.
“Babygirl,” He took your face in his hands, “My baby grown up.” He watched you closely, tears welling up, “I’m so sorry, babygirl. I’m sorry.”
You shook your head, slamming yourself into his chest, “It’s okay. I’m okay.”
“Oh, baby,” Joel wrapped his arms around you, hand cradling the back of your head.
“With me, babygirl,” He smiled for moment before letting it fall, “Don’t go away again, babygirl, never go away again.”
You smiled into his chest, whimpering softly, “I won’t, dad, I promise.”
x
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Hello and welcome to the next part of what-the-actual-fuck and believe me when I tell yall - no gif in the world could´ve explained SOME of the madness going on in this one.
Also, special shout-out to my pee-anon whose ask has inspired me to write this.
fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-
And, it has to be said, it is a rather precarious situation you find yourself in right now. Half your body hanging down and over the bed - headfirst - as you desperately try to get a grip on something, anything-
Clawing at the worn-out carpet, being pulled back, pushing your hands and arms against the wooden footboard because no, you´ve come this far already despite Its persistent hold on your hips, insisting - demanding - for you to quit your antics and return to where you belong but you can´t let it, won´t let it because you´re close, so close to actually making it and c´mon! - just a bit further you have to! because-
Fuck, you need to pee!
And It simply not caring about it and, granted, you didn´t really expect to be met with something that at least resembles understanding when you had the audacity to interrupt today´s rendezvous with your dramatics yet again but, at this point, you´re absolutely certain It just loves torturing you, thrives on it and why wouldn´t it? That's what It is - pure evil that lives for utter carnage.
You´re not sure you even know what exactly It is - a ghost? a demon? the devil itself? - but you recognize that twinkle its eyes hold in this very moment. The same twinkle you saw when It brutally slaughtered these innocent souls - mocking you for hiding yourself away and choosing to watch rather than do something, anything because it's your fault-
But, you see, this is all just one big misunderstanding, truly.
Maggot Momma had to wait forever (to her, it felt much longer) for you to wake up and when you finally did there was just no stopping that chain reaction - already on top and mounting you before your eyes had even fully opened - because how could you expect it to when you´re there and she´s also there and that smell of yours and it´s been so long since you´ve both been together like this (it´s been two hours) and your smell, heavens!-
You didn´t even have a chance to move a muscle yet, just so opening your eyes, when you felt clawed, rather big hands take hold of your hips and start pulling you towards...something and even though you´ve lost all sense of time ever since “residing” in this cursed building you do know it´s way too early for batshittery and your brain hasn´t even started functioning properly yet ffs-
You´re being pulled along the stained bedsheets, your hands absentmindedly making a grabbing motion because your body´s slowly starting to wake up and - ugh, can you get at least one full night of sleep before It´s on the prowl again? - you can feel It starting to get into position, both Its legs on either side of yours, clawed hands leaving your hips and coming up to rest on either side of your head - just a tad bit higher even - and you see Its claws already starting to dig in, preparing for what´s to come. The rest of Its body slowly starting to lower down, down, down until - suddenly - It lets out a throaty growl mixed with a strange hissing sound and, for a moment, you actually fear It´s gonna lose it before things have even started and It´s just gonna rip into you then and there when-
Maggot Momma stretches one long arm to the side, clawing at one of the pillows because this will just not do. She needs you higher, closer for that perfect angle so she can get lost in perfection - you and her perfectly aligned - and so that pillow´s shoved under your crotch, clawed hand shooting up to it´s former position, body pressing down and down and rocking forward until-
Yes, this is bliss, absolute perfection!
You hate to admit it but, by now, you´ve come to recognize Its movements, Its sounds, and you can tell by the way It moves Its hips in a sort of searching way - left, right, up, right again, down, up - and by the way Its breath is almost nonexistent save for the occasional huff and puff - mouth hanging slightly open - you can just tell...that you´re in for a rather long one this time. Well, that´s just perfect, just your luck for having the tiniest bladder in the world which, right at this moment, does not like the pressure it´s receiving, at all and fuck!-
Its hips must´ve finally found that spot because, suddenly-
Arms giving out - upper body crashing down, head landing just above yours - resulting in your upper body being pressed into the mattress, almost suffocating because you didn´t even have time to turn your head and the pillow under your crotch not helping your current predicament because, due to your raised position, all of Its weight is pushing against your rear right now and It´s starting to move Its hips in earnest now - back forth back forth back forth - and you´ve finally managed to turn your head to the side and sweet, sweet air!-
That feeling of sweet relief is short-lived, however, because It's started to gyrate Its hips now, grinding against that spot It´s found before over and over and it´s no fun because It has chosen a spot that puts direct pressure on your poor bladder and it´s not fair because you didn´t even get a chance to pi-
“Aahh!”
...
You couldn´t help it, it´s your body´s natural reaction to being tortured. That squeal left your mouth before you could stop it and ever since?
Silence. Movement has ceased to exist.
And Maggot Momma?
Frozen, turned into stone - stuck in her position of, quite literally, mounting (and almost suffocating) you - and not daring to move a muscle because-
～Ooh...～
How very interesting indeed.
And here she thought there could be no sweeter sound than your perfect mouth calling her ～Mommy～.
She has to hear it again, needs to hear it again-!
And again and again and again and again and again-
After what felt like hours Its hips have picked up that rythm again, like they´re searching for something - up, down, up, right, left, down, right-
“Fuck!”
And grinding against that spot over and over and upper body pressing down further, legs pulling up and together to keep you in that position because-
fuckshitfuckingmotherofJESUS-!
You must be in heaven right now, making the sweetest sounds, starting to squirm and trash about even so she has to grip you just a bit tighter - legs squeezing together, hips grinding harder, clawed hand coming down and pressing that pillow closer - Maggot Momma´s doing everything she can so you would just keep singing for her-
Just for her-!
This is torture, complete agony-
If only you had been given the chance to take care of nature´s fucking call first, it would´ve been minutes, not even worth mentioning but It clearly doesn´t care because why would it when It´s pure evil and thrives on torturing you-
You´re so desperate for that sweet, sweet relief that you actually have the guts to swat at It like you´re trying to rid yourself of a pesky fly (which ain´t too far off) - your arm reaches back and you blindly start swinging it around in hopes to hit something, anything. Your legs start shooting up and coming back down onto the bedsheets with a slap!, kicking backwards and out to the sides - anything to throw It off and make a beeline for that bathroom.
And oh my, you have no idea what all of that does to Maggot Momma. Seeing you going absolutely feral, just for her, makes her more than tingle in all the right places-
It drives her mad, urges her to comply and scratch that itch-
A clawed hand rushing down to rip that pillow out from under you, throwing it somewhere - what once aided her in keeping you up and aligned with her is now nothing more than an obstacle, keeping her from giving you what you so clearly desire.
That same hand now returning and disappearing in between your legs to take hold of you there, gripping you to push you up and against her as Maggot Momma´s body deflates, collapses onto you, other hand still digging into the mattress, head coming to burry itself in your hair - your smell driving her absolutely crazy - hips picking up speed, already starting to drool-
shitshitshitshit!
No way you´re gonna piss yourself just because It has decided you´re interesting enough to keep around for god-knows-how-long, you simply refuse, even if you die trying-
You´re trashing about in earnest now - whole body shaking - even going for a headbutt-
Only for one of Its clawed hands - the one that´s currently not groping you - to come up and take a hold of your throat, giving it a good squeeze - a warning, no doubt.
Fuck it.
Your hand rushes up to grab the one that could potentially snap your neck, hitting it, clawing at it and when that does absolutely nothing you reach behind to do the very same thing to Its face - only for It to let out a snicker that sounds more like hissing. Fuck, that thing´s persistent-
But suddenly, one of your fingers is met with a rather soft, slippery tissue and It let´s out a wail-
Bull's-eye!
You´ve managed to stun It just enough for It to loosen Its grip on you and you´re clawing at the bedsheets, kicking at the mattress, crawling as fast as you can to get off the bed for that sweet, sweet relief and you´ve actually made it, about to get up when-
fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-
It has taken a hold of your ankle, pulling you along the worn-out carpet and back to the bed. You try to get a hold of something, anything - clawing at the carpet - your rear is starting to lift up - pushing your hands and arms against the wooden footboard - It has taken a hold of your hips now, claws nearly sinking in - holding onto the foot of the bed as tight as you can - but It gives one last, sharp tug and-
～Now, now...～
Although, it has to be said, she truly didn´t expect for you to accidently stab her eye in the process. But oh my, what a sight you were! - swinging around, almost feverish, with want, with need. That little “incident” only served to prove that to her and she feels overcome with desire, with a craving, to show you just how you´re making her tingle in all the right places and-
Her poor little Drama Queen. So overcome by her ministrations, so sensitive to them. She does tend to get a little overzealous when it comes to anything that is you, but who can blame her? She just wants to smother you, climb into you now and forever! and she almost started cooing when you began to claw at her like possessed, needing - demanding - more of what she gave you. She was only all too happy to comply of course, grabbing you by your throat and squeezing just enough for you to feel it, get you going.
It has managed to pull you back up onto the bed, coming up behind you for a moment to press Its body flush against yours - nose immersed in your hair, eyes closing, claws digging into the bedsheets before Its head moves down to take a rather loud whiff of your neck and you feel a long, cold tongue licking a path from your shoulder all the way to your ear, before it wanders into it-
Well that´s new.
Tongue retracting again after what felt like hours (it´s been 12 seconds) and, suddenly, you´re flipped onto your back, staring right into Its bright, gleamy eyes.
It starts lowering down, down, down - never breaking eye contact - pressing Its body flush against yours yet again, nose almost touching yours and you can´t help but notice that breath, my god-!
Clawed hands moving down to slip under your rear and lift it just a bit more - properly aligning you with It - and now Its whole weight is resting on top of you and, more importantly, on your poor bladder-
fuckshitfuckingmotherofsweetJESUS-
Hips start moving again, eyes looking into your very soul - looking for signs of defiance you imagine, daring you to pull another stunt like the one before - and Its breath gets rather shallow and uneven now - short bursts of air repeatedly hitting your face, moving your hair ever so slightly and your eyes start to water because it fucking stinks-
More importantly though - your bladder is about to BURST-
You´re back to trashing about, going berserk - slapping and scratching Its back, Its face - only for It to snap at you like a rabid dog, teeth coming together with a pop! - and your legs start kicking out again in hopes to throw It off, only to realize-
This does absolutely nothing!
Tearing your gaze away, throwing your head back to look for something, anything that could be of use to you right now and your eyes land on-
Scissors? Have these been here this WHOLE time??
They´re right there! - right in front of you on the bench and your arm is already shooting above and behind you to grab it when you feel teeth clamping down on your throat - nearly suffocating you - and It releases a guttural growl, effectively deterring you from your goal for a moment because those teeth are way too close to your jugular and Its hips going mad now - back forth back forth back forth - because-
This is bliss, absolute perfection! You´re perfection!
Seeing you lose it - offering your throat to her in lust, in want, showing submission - almost makes her lose it and the urge to bite down on something is simply too strong so her head shoots down, mouth opening and teeth clamping down and down, almost puncturing skin-
Careful now...
- letting up a bit but still trapping you, holding onto you because she´s close so close!-
And you´re about done with this shitshow.
Its teeth have let up a bit, letting you breathe again and you´re reminded of-
Ah, yes.
Hand shooting above and behind you, grabbing those scissors and-
Now that´s done it.
There´s no sound, no movement and you manage to slide backwards and off the edge of the bed, landing on the floor with a thud! and making a beeline for that sweet, sweet relief thank god-!
As for Maggot Momma?
Now that she really didn´t expect.
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so!!! my friend @lysanderfels wrote something very sweet of their boy lysander and my baby rowan recently over here (read it!!!! lev's writing is so good!!!!) and i had something else bumping around in my brain for rowan as the non-wol for lysander. i ended up with the below!! hope yall like it <3
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He’s not exactly sure of what to do with himself, now that he’s settled.
Which is a very approximate feeling, all things considered. In the quiet moments of his day, Rowan sometimes wonders if he’ll float off the ground and into the glimmering sky above, completely untethered. He feels it most keenly when attempting to sleep, when standing at the Exarch’s shoulder as the Crystarium’s settlement council drones on and on in their regular civics meetings. The notes he takes physically are abysmal, so he is grateful that he can at least remember each word said.
Settled is a relative term, as the out of body moments are frequent. So are the times when his mind drifts back home, to the other Scions who must be overcome with worry. To his friend, whose arrival in Norvrandt is imminent, or so the Exarch claims. Rowan tries not to dwell on it, focusing instead on the duty Captain Lyna has tasked him with.
The Exarch is as highly secretive as Y’shtola had warned, though Rowan certainly has his suspicions about more than a few things that have caught his attention. But instead of giving voice to the questions balanced delicately on his tongue, he simply watches as the Exarch pores over tome after tome, sometimes running to various parts of the city to fetch things for the hooded figure. And sometimes, when the captain asks it of him, Rowan chastises the city’s leader for missing a meal or for not resting.
And while the Exarch is certainly decent company (their idle conversations are enjoyable), Rowan wishes he was doing more than standing in place. He should be busy doing something--anything--else, rather than holding his position as the days go on. He often wishes that one of the other Scions stranded in the First would visit the Crystarium more than they do, but he recognizes that they’re all busy in their corners of the world, and the one he’d consider his closest friend mistrusts the secretive Exarch. And Rowan wouldn’t want to suddenly be so selfish. So his mind wanders and more and more he wonders if this is all just a dream.
It’s a poor one, all things considered.
He’s seen two summers in the First--one as a lowly guard for the Crystarium and then one as the Exarch’s aide--before things stop standing still for the most part.
Rowan had, at the Exarch’s request, been delivering a package to the Ostall Imperative and as he had not been given leave to use one of the Crystarium’s mounts it was a longer trip than usual. So it is late in the day (relatively speaking, of course) when he passes by Captain Lyna’s post to report in, and he chances to hear the tail end of the conversation she’s having with one of the men stationed with her.
“...last of these guests of his, I hope.” Lyna lets out a weary breath, waving away the guard before Rowan reaches her. Her ears twitch as she catches the sound of his footsteps and turns fully to him. “Speak of the sinner--Sergeant Ul’tyr, you’ve returned. The Exarch’s delivery, was it?”
Rowan clenches his fists tightly, saluting her. “Aye, captain. As our lord instructed.”
“Good.” Lyna watches him for a moment, before letting out a breath and closing her eyes. Whenever she gets this sort of look on her face, Rowan can expect her to speak more frankly than usual--she’d worn it when he had been given his special assignment, and the duties it entailed, and even more when she would speak with him about her concerns regarding the strangers who continued to turn up on the Crystarium’s doorstep. So it’s no surprise when Lyna goes on to say, “I assume the gentleman we welcomed to the city is perhaps a friend of yours, much like the others.”
This piques Rowan’s interest, naturally. There was only one person that he was anticipating the arrival of, but there had been no movement on that front--or, at least, he knew another summoning would happen soon, but Rowan hadn’t anticipated it being today.
He tries to hide his interest as he says, “Perhaps, though I may need a description to be sure.”
Lyna crosses her arms, shifting her weight to one hip. “Elven. Long, dark hair, pale skin.”
Rowan feels his heart leap into his throat--Lysander. There was no one else it could be. “But--he was here? Not in the city?”
The captain hums. “He came from the forest beyond, looking somewhat lost, and I stopped him here at the gate. And the Exarch came hurrying along to usher him into the Crystarium.”
“I…I see.” Rowan frowns, trying to puzzle out this information. This seemed to be different from what had happened to himself and the others; Rowan had been mentally logging the Exarch’s progress as the days went on, but he hadn’t realized the Exarch would try again today. Perhaps he wanted to give Lysander privacy if it once again went awry. Or perhaps…perhaps Lysander had made it to the First properly. After a moment of thought, Rowan offers Captain Lyna another salute. “I will take my leave, captain, to return to my post with the Exarch.”
“Please do, sergeant. And please let him know that I wish to have a word with him this evening.”
“Yes, captain.” The words are hardly out of his mouth before Rowan’s turned sharply on his heel and stepped out toward the Crystarium. In moments he’s sprinting harder than he has all day.
The Exarch is returning to the Tower when Rowan reaches the Exedra, a slight spring in his step. He turns as he hears Rowan slowing his gait, breathing heavily when he finally comes to a stop.
“Is it--” Rowan manages between gasps of air.
“It is.” The Exarch holds up a hand, trying to calm the guard a little. “But he’s only just gotten his room--”
Rowan doesn’t let the Exarch finish, instead taking off toward the housing district at a sprint once again and ignoring the Exarch calling after him.
The master of suites at the Pendants--who Rowan had befriended shortly after being given his own quarters there--seems surprised to find the red-haired Miqo’te so assertive in his request, but he gives Rowan the room number without much fuss when Rowan says the newest tenant is a friend. So he finds himself in front of the unassuming door not but a few minutes later.
He knocks on the door, struggling to get his breathing under control when Lysander appears in the doorway.
Lysander tilts his head, leaning forward. After a moment he asks, “Rowan?”
The relief that rushes through Rowan’s body leaves him almost weak in the knees, and he smiles widely for the first time in ages. He straightens, and the only answer he gives is pushing the door wide enough to throw his arms around Lysander’s chest.
“H-Hey--”
“You’re here!” Rowan can’t contain the elation in his tone. Maybe it’s the boredom of his post, maybe it’s how much he feels like he’s been at a standstill, but he can’t help but be thrilled. “Gods, it’s good to see you.”
When Rowan finally releases Lysander, the Elezen is still blinking at him, confusion etched on his brow. After a moment, Lysander says, “Did you…I mean--you look different.”
“Oh!” Rowan nods. “Right--I’d forgotten. I cut my hair, among other things. It’s…”
“The Crystal Exarch said it had been two summers for you here…”
“Yes, it has been. And I wasn't liking the braid once I got settled.” Rowan lets out a breath, lips curving into a lop-sided smile. “I'm happy that you're here, though. Properly here.”
Something crosses Lysander’s face--a mix of unpleasant emotions flickering across his features as fast as quicksilver--and he averts his gaze. “Right…”
Rowan hesitates for a moment, not entirely sure what to make of the strange mood Lysander is in. He shifts nervously on his feet, rubbing the back of his head. “I--I’m sorry. I barged right in when I heard you were here, and right when you’re still adjusting.”
“It’s alright.” Lysander tilts his head, expression turning both thoughtful and just the slightest bit morose. “...Just. You were called only a few weeks ago, for me. So I have to get used to the idea that it’s been two years for you--along with everything else I’ve found out today.”
Rowan blinks, brows drawing together on his forehead. He’d almost forgotten the difference in the flow of time between Eorzea and Norvrandt, even though he had been present many times when the Exarch used the crystal pane in the Ocular to see current events in the Source. It was so distant now, and hard to reconcile.
It hadn’t occurred to him that it might be the same in the reverse, not really. And he knew quite well how Lysander was under stress like this.
Rowan opens and closes his mouth once or twice, struggling to find something to say. It was like something had suddenly built itself between he and Lysander--or maybe it was there all along, and Rowan had just been too blind to notice it.
And suddenly he remembers the way things had been when Rowan had been called, and he sees he was much more eager than he probably needed to be.
His ears twitch, laying a little bit flat against his head. He nods. “Still, I apologize. I…I should let you get some rest.” Rowan backs toward the door, looking up to meet Lysander’s gaze. “My room is below yours a floor, and towards the far side of the building. The manager can tell you the number--if you feel the need to drop by.”
“Alright.” Lysander does grace him with a gentle smile, something softening in his gaze. “It is good to see you, old friend.”
Rowan feels the smile coming back to his face, and he nods. “Sleep well.” He says, slipping out of the door and back down the hallway to the Crystarium proper.
A few minutes later, Rowan returns to the Ocular to find the Exarch facing his crystal pane and surveying the landscape of Amh Araeng. He turns when Rowan enters, nodding as Rowan salutes him.
“I’m sure he was quite happy to see you.” The Exarch says, smile soft. “Given how you have described your friendship with him, I’m certain Lysander was relieved to see you hale and hearty.”
Rowan nods, trying to hide the heavy feeling in his chest. “Aye, I think it put him at ease, at least a little. As for your package to the Imperative--”
“Captain Lyna informed me it was delivered. Thank you, sergeant.”
Rowan nods, trying not to let his mind wander as the Exarch launches into talking through the next stages of what would save Norvrandt, now that Hydaelyn’s Champion was in the First.
He knew how much Lysander hated being the Warrior of Light. Maybe hate is a strong word for it, but Rowan could tell that certain kinds of stress were not things Lysander liked being burdened with on a regular basis. And Rowan--perhaps to his own detriment--had done what he could to help shoulder the burden. He wasn’t chosen by Hydaelyn, but he wanted to make enough of a difference anyway.
He did his best to not burden people with things--after all, how could Rowan be someone Lysander could count on to be a reminder of more peaceful days if all Rowan did was bring up yet more stressors? Lay his own burdens on someone who had enough to deal with as it was? Lysander had Aymeric (and perhaps a certain Doman lord, if Rowan remembered it correctly) so it was not as though Rowan was the sole friend who could be an escape from being Hydaelyn’s chosen. But Rowan had certainly been there the longest, and had not needed to let anyone in, really. At least not that people knew, except for Estinien (and even then that had not been intentional). And the Exarch seemed to be prying more lately, but Rowan wasn’t sure what to make of that.
Lysander seemed to appreciate everything Rowan did, at least after the bloody banquet in Ul’Dah. Before then, Rowan wasn’t sure how much Lysander could recall of any given event. Rowan hadn’t ever minded, content to follow almost like a shadow. He was never one for the limelight anyway.
He watches, standing beside Captain Lyna, as Lysander parts the Light above them in Holminster Switch. And he does what he’s always done best when citizens of the Crystarium ask if he saw the Warrior of Darkness’s face when night was returned--he deflects. Keeps the attention on something else. And feels the weight of so many gazes on his back.
As he stands at the Exarch’s shoulder the morning that Lysander and the twins agree to rescue Minfilia, he thinks back to the startled reaction his own arrival in the First had caused--the confused and concerned way the Exarch had welcomed him. And he thinks over Lysander’s off hand comment about the time separated being so vastly different. And Rowan doesn’t think he can say it.
He throws himself into the preparations that Captain Lyna has him assist with, trying to push everything to the back recesses of his mind the way he usually did. And at the very least, chasing after Thancred and the others on the path to Il Mheg serves as a break from the spiral his mind was going down.
Rowan isn’t used to traveling clothes now, and a part of him misses the uniform he’s gotten so used to wearing. But the Exarch apparently chose well, as everything fits him like a glove.
The group pauses in Lydha Lran for the night before striking out for Urianger’s residence. And while he certainly feels the need for sleep weighing down his body, Rowan’s mind is racing. So he slips from the dark room he is sharing with Thancred and Lysander, gracefully jumps from ledge to ledge until he is at the tip of the roof of the village’s main building. He sits with a whump, staring out over the flowered hills with eyes squinting against the Light above.
This is where Lysander finds him in the wee morning hours. Rowan hadn’t seen him leave the building or round the corner to reach the roof, and his ears only twitch when he hears the footsteps behind him. He shifts, making room for Lysander to join him.
“...I’m glad to have you with me here.” Lysander says eventually. “I was wondering if you would be forever stuck to the Exarch’s side.”
Rowan huffs a tiny laugh. “I know it seems unlikely given how little I’ve been able to get away, but the intention was for me to be there only until you arrived. Or, at least that was the Exarch’s plan.”
Lysander’s mouth twitches with the ghost of a frown. “He certainly likes to plan things out.”
“He does.” Rowan finally glances over, briefly. “...He means well, I will say in his defense. Even when he’s infuriatingly secretive.”
Lysander lets out a breath. “You say that, but still…”
Rowan can’t help the snort that’s pulled from his throat. “You and Y’shtola are really cut from similar cloth.” He mumbles, grateful when Lysander either doesn’t hear or decides not to comment.
They fall into another bout of silence, which for once Rowan doesn’t want to break. He’s gotten even more quiet here in the First, he’s realized, prone to holding his tongue even on things he used to speak up about.
“...Has it been okay?” Lysander asks. When Rowan turns and gives him a confused frown, he adds, “Your post, I mean. Are you just…standing there with the Exarch all day?”
“...Mostly.” Rowan lets out a breath. “You know--” And he stops himself, not sure the train of thought was something he should really say. It edged too closely to something Rowan was forever reluctant to voice.
“Know what?”
“...Nevermind.”
Lysander makes a displeased noise, and when Rowan turns he finds the Elezen pursing his lips and giving him a sour look.
Rowan’s eye dart briefly away, almost nervous. “...What?”
Lysander mulls over his thoughts for a long moment, mouth opening and staying ajar before hesitantly saying, “Rowan…you can tell me what’s on your mind. If you want.”
Rowan’s brows draw together instantly. “Huh?”
“You always were asking if I was alright, what was on my mind, before--before you were called.” Lysander shifts, tilting his head. “And when you were standing with the Exarch those meetings where we discussed saving the First…you looked like your mind was a million miles away.”
Rowan swallows, turning away. As much confirmation as anything of the statement.
“...Are you okay?”
That draws out a slightly derisive laugh from Rowan’s throat. More harsh than Rowan would want it to be, really, and he’s pretty sure Lysander must be taken aback by the sound.
“Given that the other Scions and I are practically nothing more than rather well solidified shades, that’s a relative term.” Rowan wets his lips, knowing he sounded much more angry than he meant to be. “...And we have other things to worry about.”
“Rowan.”
“It’s true--we’ve a Calamity to avert, the state of our souls doesn’t matter as much as that right now.” Rowan lets out a tiny breath. “The rest can be--I don’t know, kicked down the road for the moment.”
Lysander clicks his tongue, and looks more irritated when Rowan turns to him. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
Rowan frowns, sighing through his nose.
“We didn’t talk as much after Alphinaud went off to Garlemald--and even then, I hardly saw you during the peace talks in Doma.” Lysander’s expression softens a little. “With you and the others gone…I’ve been worried. And--thinking a lot myself. You really do a lot for me, and I hardly know much more than the others about you in particular. …You can tell me if something’s on your mind, you know. Or if something’s happened.”
Rowan studies his friend’s face for a long moment, expression falling a tiny bit. After a pause, he says at last, “...You don’t need to worry about my troubles in addition to your own. I’ll be fine.”
“But where’s the fairness in you taking on so much of my burdens if you aren’t open with me?” Lysander pushes. “I’m not so delicate that I can’t handle things on my own, I don’t need to be coddled.”
“I know--”
“And yet you refuse to leave me be. You are quite the mother hen, you know.” Lysander smirks as Rowan’s ears go back and his tail swipes back and forth in irritation.
Another silence passes between them as Rowan wrestles with himself. With the thoughts he tries so hard to keep from the forefront of his mind.
“...It’s hard for me.” Rowan says quietly. “You…are the first person in a very long time who I could count on never vanishing. So I don’t know how to, I think. Talk about it.”
Lysander doesn’t answer for a moment, before at last replying, “Well…know that I’m here when you’re ready, I suppose.”
Rowan finds a hesitant smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, and he nods. He doesn’t exactly feel that ready for it, but…
“I’ll try.”
[ Several weeks down the line, they’re taking a small break in the middle of the day in the shade of a tree in Rak’tika.
Rowan has said a little more about his state of mind--how he felt bearing a surname that pointed to him being the Warrior of Darkness in the fae tongue, how the Exarch hadn’t known who he was when Rowan was called--and he feels a little better about being open.
He lets out a breath during a lull in their conversation, and says without thinking, “I slept with Estinien.”
Lysander makes an unflattering noise, and when Rowan looks over in concern, there’s water dribbling from his mouth and nose. After a moment to regain his composure, Lysander sucks in a breath and whispers, “Please don’t say such jokes while I’m drinking again, please.”
“...But it’s not a joke?”
Lysander stares at him.
“When I was helping Tataru in Kugane during the peace talks, he passed through town. And, well.” Rowan shrugs, feeling his cheeks color. “Things happened.”
“...Really?”
“Yes, really.”
Lysander frowns. “But Estinien--”
Rowan feels his face burning. “I know, but it’s hard to explain why, alright?!”
“...I had no idea he was even in Kugane.”
“You were too busy mooning over a certain Doman lord.”
Lysander shoves at Rowan’s shoulder, blushing furiously and trying to hide a smile. Rowan only throws his head back and laughs. ]
[ The two keep pace as they walk from the step leading up to the Crystal Tower to the Crystarium’s marketplace in silence.
Eventually, Lysander leans over a little and says in a hushed tone, “So, you and the Exarch--”
Rowan’s face is apple red in an instant. “Nothing you need to concern yourself with.”
“I’m just curious!”
“I understand, but it’s really nothing serious--”
“I’ve seen him staring at you like he’s forgotten that he doesn’t wear his hood anymore lately, I was half wondering if you two were already together.”
“Together?!”
“Well, I mean, he’s been staring. And with your post as his aide and personal guard, and how you treated him after we found him in the Tempest--”
Rowan makes a frustrated noise, certain he might as well just melt into the ground now. “D-Don’t you have your own relationship issues to worry about?”
“Now thankfully resolved, but that’s not what’s important anyway! You’ve been making fun for ages about what’s happening with me, and here you are--”
“By the Twelve shut up before someone hears you--!” ]
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post707883411295043585 thats part of the problem tho is yall assume that just bc stuff doesnt come out on time means theyre not working on it. as if they just sit twiddling thumbs. shit isnt slow bc they need more motivation. its slow bc they have a bare bones staff of maybe 1-2 ppl & all else is contracted work they barely have the cash for.
"right now basically nothing ever gets done" & you think adding a few dates to a list would fix that? you think they dont know theyre falling behind? that its not obvious? as if they dont already have internal set dates they aim for that just havent been shared w the userbase?
they dont need more motivation or accountability. they need more staff & more funds. all the accountability in the world cant add extra hours in the day. you can be working as hard as you possibly can & still not meet deadline bc its just not humaenly possible w the resources you have. look at the underlying problem instead of just surface optics.
they could put dates just to placate yall. but it would be an empty gesture. theyd still be just as behind as always bc the dates are not tackling the base issue. itd be the same old shit but more to get mad abt as they still fail to meet dates you asked them to set.
some of yallve never worked on large amateur creative ventures & it shows lmao. youd be amazed how fast a few months can go by & youre only doing background shit so theres still no visible progress you can share publicly. you worked every single day but still feel theres nothing tangible enough to show for it. a few months can go by fast esp when you dont have just one job & are juggling 10 different tasks w simultaneous importance bc its just you or mayb 1 other person taking on 6 ppl worth of work.
just remember were all looking from the outside. theres always backend stuff goign on we never know abt. (i know. ironically im making assumption too. but its based on so much experience w these sorts of teams. dv has all the signs. plus context clues given on stream & rare times staff communicates. textbook understaffed scope creepy amateur project tbh.)
if this were neopets or some shit own by a large company w hundreds of employees maybe itd be different. but some of yall are always gonna be miserable if you dont manage your expectations. see it for what it is instead of what you want it to be. & sometimes look at whats been accomplished. they DO get stuff done. theyre not dropping 80 updates a month, but to me it looks like they make slow steady progress. miss goals but do follow up eventually. they are literally completing tasks. & show signs of taking feedback into account. just not at the speed ppl want.
criticism makes for a better convo topic bc negative emotional response sticks in the brain longer. but were always gonna have bias if we dont appreciate good shit too. sometimes theres an attitude like "okay cool i like this, now wheres the NEXT thing" or "great finally an improvement, now why isnt THIS other thing fixed?". moving on to the next thing so quick you dont notice the effort of whats in front of you.
but once you match dvs pace & get what postion theyre coming from its not terrible. i have plenty of criticisms from a project management perspective. but in terms of other aspects ive a more lenient view considering what theyre likely working w (esp not having a dev or anyone who codes as part of core staff. im surprised theyve been able to keep afloat this long even lmao)
you dont hold an amateur experimental musician to the same standards as an international pop star w a whole team behind them, yea? but the amateur is not inherently worse, or less worthy of support. you can still enjoy both, just recognizing theyre different things. i see the vision of the amateur & choose to support patiently knowing its got a different pace than the pop idol. theyre at different spots in their career timeline & will have their own unique issues based on that. but both can be plenty good. context matters.
TLDR; there is much staff can do better at ofc (namely communication & interpretation of user feedback (like not knowing in the first place that "roadmap" usually implies dates -_-). but imo dates are not gonna fix shit bc lack of "motivation" is def not the core issue. such focus on the dates is thus unhelpful. i think some of yall dont get where dv is actually at & then put up expectations that are built to fail bc of that. not saying to let everything slide. but yk. appreciate the good where it happens. have patience. be aware what the underlying problems actually are & contextualize. tempering realistic expectations will make you much happier & able to enjoy the game for what it is.
or idk. i personaly used to be one of the main harsher critics so much i almost quit dv entirely & this perspective helped ME at least lmfao. now i play regularly much less stressed/angry abt it. ymmv.
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okay listen i love sidurgu and rielle SO freaking much and the drk story is so hecking good yall oh my god
so obviously nothing can or will stop me from my personal sid-and-feri-are-friendscomradesbrothers agenda. I know what i’m after here. They just spark so much joy, I’m so excited to hit stormblood so i can see the next round of job quests.
[AO3]
Memories can be found in the most unexpected of places. Not all of them are good- not all of them are bad.
(In a fit of homesickness, Feri' asks Sid a question. They both get a little more than they expect.)
After their journey to and subsequent return from the Twelveswood together, Feri'um lingers. It's a welcome diversion from the usual— and after Rielle's quiet but frantic concerns over their safety on the road alone, it's admittedly nice to confirm merely by presence that they are, indeed, still breathing. The tavernkeep has brought them a round of drinks (non alcoholic, thankfully), and its... well. Sid would hesitate to use the word nice, but it certainly beat Temple Knights waving foolishly about, even if he would never begrudge a chance to cut them down to size.
But there's a nervous twitch in Feri'um's tail, a hesitant and considering gleam when they glance up to him every so often, and, well. They're a good— if entirely too soft— person, but Sidurgu can only bring to bear so much patience at once.
"Is something bothering you?"
The other au ra blinks at him, caught out. "Ah, well..."
"Either ask or relax, Feri'um," he sighs. "I might not have an answer, but you get nowhere looking at me like that."
"Sorry." They take a long drink, eyes lingering on the tankard and the table. "I'm not sure how to phrase what I want to... give me a moment." He nods and allows some of his attention to wander once more.
To see an auri person within the walls of the city had been a surprise, at first— but not a bad one. It means something to know their kind is no longer so mindlessly vilified, even if it's some twenty years late now, and through the ashy bed of bitter grief he's glad. No one else should have to go through what he had. Is that not why he has taken up his blade?
Rielle takes another sip of her own drink, more content than he's seen her since... since Fray. It's better than the worry and fear, and hopefully it'll stay that way.
"Sid," Feri'um starts again. They're watching him intently, eyes flicking across his face as though searching for something he isn't sure about, and this time he waits for his fellow dark knight to give voice to thought.
But the words that come from Feri'um's mouth do not fall in common, or any language from the city, or even one from Eorzea at all. They speak in a tongue that brings him back to rocking ships and small feet first meeting new land, to hopeful faces and a world of possibility before them and the memory of gunfire behind. Of someone pleading for him to look away.
"Do you know the old tongue?"
"What?" Sid answers in kind, more from habit than conscious acknowledgement. Rielle glances between the two of them, confusion in her eyes at the unfamiliar language, but Feri'um lights up at his response— both ground him away from memories he'd rather not dwell in right now, though they do little for the shock.
"I didn't want to assume," they say, "because I know there are those who grew up elsewhere, or forget the words after many years away— but I wanted to ask because you're the first fellow xaela I've met since I came to Eorzea."
"I— yes, it's been years and there's... no doubt words I don't know or remember, but... Like a crack in a dam, the longer be speaks the easier the language flows from his lips. "How do you—"
Rielle pipes up, quiet and tentative. "What are you two saying?" She blinks up at them both with wide eyes. "I don't recognize the words or sounds at all..."
"Ah, it's..." How did he explain? He shoots Feri'um a look, and the other thankfully picks up the thread.
"It's a different language," they explain. "Where people like us come from— well, mostly people who look like Sidurgu, with his black scales— instead of speaking the common tongue, we have our own."
"I see!" She tilts her head at them. "Do... do those with light scales like yours not also speak it?"
"Many of them... well, maybe— they've spread out on their own and don't come by often, so I don't know for sure. Some live in other countries too and use local languages." A smile tugs their lips. "Most raen have paler scales than I, too."
"Really?"
"Yes. See how mine go especially dark at the edges sometimes? It's because I'm part xaela."
"You are?" Sid and Rielle speak at once in varying degrees of surprise and curiosity, and they glance at each other. He coughs and takes a long drink, and Rielle turns her attention back to Feri'um, who is visibly trying not to laugh.
"My mom is half and half," they say, once the dark knight has managed to regain his composure. "I grew up part of a tribe that wanders outside of the Azim Steppe, though we try to go back around the time of the Naadam even if we don't often participate."
"That explains a number of things, I suppose." Sidurgu sits back and shakes his head. "Your tribe... they stay east?"
"They wander, but usually. I'm the first to come to Eorzea since Dalamud."
He grunts. "For the best. You see how these lands are to too much new and unfamiliar."
Feri'um dips their head in agreement."But it has a capacity to learn, despite everything." They sigh, equal parts melancholic and content. "Things are difficult, here— but it's worth it to be alive, no matter how much it hurts."
An old anger stirs, hissing and spitting hateful rebuttal, but for once Sidurgu can't bring himself to give it voice. What would there be to say? To a fellow dark knight and au ra who knows the sting of mercy scorned, before the child he's taken under oath and guard...
Is he not here because he chose in the first place to live?
Finally, he gives a noncommittal grunt and focuses on finishing his drink. It seems good enough for everyone as they turn back to their own cups.
And then Feri'um tilts their head, as though a new thought has come to them. "Sid, how do you sleep at night?"
"In chairs, often, so Rielle can take the bed."
They rub a hand across their face. "Please tell me you have a neck rest or something."
"I don't need one."
"SID."
Though she doesn't know what they're talking about, Rielle giggles as Feri'um launches into a flurry of angrily concerned words about quality of rest and upper body muscles. Silent, Sidurgu wonders if it's too late to regret asking their company and hides a faint smile behind his tankard.
#blacknovelist writes#FFXIV#FF14#Sidurgu Orl#Rielle de Caulignot#Sidurgu#Rielle#Feri'um Wihls#FFXIV Fic#feat. mention of feri's yet unnamed tribe (not one of the canonical 51 of course bc... yes)#look feri suffered the first couple months in eorzea thinking they didn't need an auri pillow. they were very very wrong#feri tales
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seeing a lot of posts (im guessing because of the grimes/musk/banks saga) about how straight women soliciting other women for threesomes with them and their boyfriends are the devil incarnate and just as bad as their boyfriends and responsible for the fetishization of bi women and lesbians and maybe this is me being a shill for straight women again but i feel sorry for those women more than anything
like i don’t deny that they are using the other women in these hypothetical triads as a prop and that this mentality hurts bi women and lesbians, or that being solicited for a threesome isn’t often deeply hurtful and invasive regardless of the gender of the person doing the asking, but i ultimately don’t really think the coupled women in this situation are immune to being harmed by it either
i’ve seen a lot of women talking about having threesomes with their boyfriends and other women and deeply regretting it and feeling gross afterwards, both because they didn’t like interacting sexually with other women and because they felt weird about seeing other women interact sexually with their boyfriend. personally, i find it sad and deeply upsetting that straight women often push down their own desires (or lack of desires) and make themselves perform in a certain way to appeal to the fetishes of straight men. straight women should not feel pressured to have sex with people or genders theyre not attracted to, or to forego exclusivity with their partner if they would prefer it. often, the coupled woman in a m/w/w threesome is being seen by her partner as a prop in his sexual fantasy as well.
i also don’t think this issue is as split by sexuality as it is by misogyny--there are plenty of m/w couples trying to get straight women to take part in threesomes with them, and there are plenty of bi women being pressured by their male partners to be involved in threesomes with other women. if a bi woman’s boyfriend convinces her to ask her bi friend for a threesome, is she also irredeemable? is she fetishizing herself?
ultimately, the idea of a m/w/w threesome is unfortunately something that is marketed to men as an ultimate fantasy, and it’s something that a lot of straight men relentlessly pressure their girlfriends for. i don’t think it’s as cut and dry as “straight women are just as bad as straight men because they push wlw into threesomes in order to cater to their men” because a lot of the time that woman (who might not even be straight) isn’t so much acting in her own sexual interest but “giving in” to pressure from her partner because she feels like his sexual needs are more important than her own.
#this is MUCH longer than i expected but like. if yall recognized that there are huge inequalities between men and women YES EVEN STRAIGHT WO#WOMEN and that straight relationships are inherently very unequal#and stopped talking about how Straight Men And Women Are Equally Bad like gender doesn't play a role in homophobia...i would be much happier
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Date with Destiny- Teen Titans x Aquagirl!Reader
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Summary: you guessed it bitches its the prom episode with everyone's fav guy Robin (S2 Ep6)
Pairings: Robin!Dick grayson x reader
Word count: 4218
A/N: hey yall I love writing for this series bfgkfhg so if you want my inbox is always open to request!!! love yallll~
Nights in Jump City are the worst time of the day; the sun is long gone and the wind constantly bites at your skin. But it depends on what you're doing to decide whether you like it or not. Sometimes it’s not as bad; that’s when you’re hanging out with your friends, maybe going to a carnival or out partying all night. Sometimes it’s worse, like you being forced to chase after some villain who decided to only operate AT NIGHT. Unfortunately, the latter is true for you tonight.
You slump over in the backseat of the T-Car while Cyborg and Raven sit attentively at the front.
“Why can’t I sit in the front?” you whine, staring at the two Titan’s heads.
“Because I’m the only one that knows how to drive this car and Raven needs to use her telekinesis so we dont die!” Cyborg yells, focusing on the target, who happens to be a guy with a spider for his head that stole a bunch of jewelry.
You groaned and poked your head out the window. Starfire and Beast Boy were up in the air, Robin close by on his motorbike, and you were all chasing the half-arachnid. You stretched out of the vehicle and made punching movements at the criminal, ocean water from the bay twisting over towards him, mimicking your movements. The jets of water just barely nicked him before crashing into the sides of buildings, the teenage spider continuing to scuttle across the city.
You turn your attention back towards the road as the spider guy created a webbed barrier in front of Cyborg’s car and Robin’s motorcycle. You and Cyborg gasp, but Raven calmly holds her hand up towards the road. It cracks, creating a ramp for the four of you to jump over the webs with.
After making the jump, the half spider looks at the car. He shoots webs at you, and its splats on the car windshield.
“I can’t see!” Cyborg yells, swerving the car over to the side. You lurch forward as you finally come to a stop, thankful that Cyborg had installed heavy duty seat belts.
“I don’t see why you can’t let me drive,” you mumbled, stumbling out of the car. You aimed your hands towards the car and a jet of water sprung out from a fire hydrant, cleaning the silk from the windshield.
“I already said it, I’m the only one who knows the inner workings of the T-car! Besides, you don’t even have your license.” Cyborg said, stepping out of the car calmer than before.
“I do too!- You know what, we’ll talk about this later. Right now we need to find the others.” You say, taking in your surroundings. Then out of nowhere, Beast Boy popped out from behind the car.
“Uh hey guys! Kinda got lost back there!” he grins, dusting off silk strands from his arms.
“I’m going after them!” you tell the other Titans, sprinting off into the direction Robin and Starfire went. You flick your wrist as you run and water from the fire hydrant trickles out and forms a wave that you could ride on, like an aquatic skateboard.
You catch up to the two as Starfire gets shot down by the spider teen’s webbing. You make eye contact as you pass her, unsure whether to help her free.
“Just go!” she yells, already beginning to rip the webs thanks to her brute strength. You nod and race forwards to catch up with Robin. You find his abandoned motorbike and look up to see him chasing after the villain using his grappling hook. I’m trying to help him, but I can barely catch up to him, you grumble as you will the water to shoot you into the air, almost like a hydro-cannon. You bounce from roof to roof, inching closer to the Boy Wonder and his pursuit with the villain.
You were right under Robin when the spider-guy shoots some type of laser at him. Suddenly, he freezes up, and begins to fall, knocking you down with him.
“C-can’t… move,” he grunts, on top of you in mid air.
“YEAH NO SHIT” you yell, still stuck under him. Ok ok, options… you think, time seems to slow down around you. I can’t make a geyser because that’d take too long. I like Robin but not enough to break his fall, hmm…
You notice the grappling hook in his belt. You yank it out and shoot it at the wall you just fell from, wrapping your other arm around Robin. Your arm feels like it was about to fall out of its socket as you abruptly stop, hanging in mid air with Robin safely in your grasp. Starfire catches up with you, having broken free from the webbed trap. She helps you down and brings you to where Cyborg, Beast Boy, and Raven stood.
“He is okay?” Starfire asks, holding Robin in place while you catch your breath.
“He will be. The venom’s effect is only temporary.” Cyborg says, examining the Boy Wonder, who was still frozen in a climbing position.
“Getting away...we have to...go after him!” Robin musters, but almost falls over doing so.
“You mean, we have to go after him,” Raven corrects him.
“Yeah, you gotta wait until that stuff wears off,” you say, knocking on his frozen arm to prove your point.
“But-” Robin begins, but Beast Boy cuts him off.
“Dude, we can handle it. The guy's got a spider for a head. Not like he's gonna be hard to find.” he said. Robin didn’t say anything, which was code for a reluctant agreement. Cyborg, Raven, and Beast Boy agreed that they would go after the spider thief, while you, Robin and Starfire return to the Tower to get Robin sorted out.
Later at the Tower, you watched in utter horror and amusement as Starfire shook Robin while holding his feet. He hung upside down, making random yelps of pain as she did… whatever she was doing.
“Um Starfire?” you say. “You know I have healing powers… I could just heal him if we need to.”
“Nonsense Aquagirl!” she chirped as Robin groaned. “There are few problems that Tamaranean acupressure will not solve. Don’t you feel better Robin?”
“Uhhh yeah, thanks.” he said, getting back up to standing position. “Now we can focus on our other issue.” He pulls out his T-communicator.
“Titans! Any luck on finding our jewel thief?”
“We found something worse,” you hear Raven’s voice from the communicator. A live cam of the scene pops up on the living room TV screen. They were at the bridge near Jump City’s Bay; hundreds of cars pass there per minute. You noticed something was near the bridge cables, and upon closer inspection, you realized that it was thousands of moths gnawing at the bridge support. As more cables broke, the bridge grew more and more unstable, cars beginning to slide around.
“Titans go!” you hear Cyborg say, and the three of them run towards the giant cloud of bugs. Unfortunately, they were no match and could barely put a dent in the population.
“Uh, we’re gonna need backup.” Cyborg says to the communicator. You were already out of your chair and adjusting your wrist gauntlets.
“We’re on our way,” Robin says, the three of you making your way to the door. But a familiar voice stopped you in your tracks.
“Don't bother. Even if you defeat a few of my children, you won't be able to stop me from releasing the entire swarm.” the villain you recognized as Killer Moth said, his face appearing on the screen. “Unless you want your city reduced to a moth-eaten wasteland, you'll do exactly as I say.”
“What do you want?’ Robin asked, brows furrowed.
“My demands are simple. The city will declare me ruler, the Teen Titans will surrender, and Robin…” he starts. You flinched at the mention of the Boy Wonder’s name. What could he want to do with Robin? To step down as a hero? Admit defeat? Reveal his identity???
“... will take this lovely young lady to her junior prom.”
Huh?
“Hi Robbie-Poo!” said a girl who appeared on the screen next to Killer Moth. She had blonde hair and blue eyes, was wearing pink pajamas, and although you had just met her, you could already tell that she was a bitch.
“Um… What was that last part again?” he asked, clearly not expecting that demand.
“Um Robin?” you ask. “Who’s this girl and why’d she call you… er, you know.”
“Her name is Kitten,” Killer Moth gloats. “And you will take her to prom.”
“This prom is the matter of a duel, yes?” Starfire asked, not very assimilated in American culture. “Robin eagerly accepts!”
“It’s not a duel, Star. It’s a date.” Robin patiently corrects her.
“Oh”
“Robin! You can’t do this!” you say, looking at him through his masked eyes. “Isn’t that right Starfire?”
“Oh yes!” she agrees. “You mustn't accept!”
“We’re gonna need a minute,” Robin sighs, pulling the two of you away from the center of the room. You stare at him, arms crossed.
“This is so stupid.” you begin. “What kind of villain makes a superhero go on a date with some girl? And what kind of parent names their child Kitten? There’s no way you’re actually going to go to a dance with some random chick!”
Robin doesn’t say anything about your comments, but opens his T-communicator again,
“Cyborg, report. How bad is it?” he asks.
“Bad! We can’t hold 'em much longer!” Cyborg yells through the communicator. “If you’re gonna do something, do it quickly!” You stared at the floor, knowing what he’s gonna have to say to Killer Moth’s demands.
“I have to do it.” he grimaces. You stayed silent as Starfire reacted.
“WHAT?!” she yells.
“It's the only way to save the bridge. The only way to give us enough time to stop Killer Moth.” Robin explains. Starfire looks at you and back at Robin.
“But you do not even have the feelings for her!” she protests, looking straight at you.
“I’m sorry, but I have to, as much as I don’t want to. And I really don’t want to.” Robin says, walking back towards the screen.
“So do we have a deal?” Killer Moth grins, as much as a person with mandibles can.
“I’ll take the girl to prom.” Robin says grimly.
“Don’t tell me. Ask her.” Killer Moth says, referring to the blonde girl still pasted on screen. Even though you couldn’t see Robin’s eyes, you could tell that he was rolling them.
“You’ve got to be-”
“Do it!” the villain yells. Robin sighs.
“Kitten, was it?” he asks.
“Meow,” she replied. You almost threw up when she said that. You could see Robin reacting in the same way.
“Right. Will you...go with me to the prom?” he said, his voice showing his utter disgust.
“Oh, Robbie-poo! I thought you'd never ask!”
I can’t do this you thought, as the screen finally blipped off. Robin calmly pulled out his T-communicator and projected it onto the screen. Raven picked up, Beast Boy and Cyborg crowded around her. You could see in the background that the moths were no longer gnawing at the bridge. He told them that he bought them some time, telling them to find out what he has planned. Then he shows them a picture of Kitten.
“Who is she?” Raven asked.
“She is a manipulative gremlock not worthy of Robin's time.” Starfire pouts.
“Yeah, she's a bitch too.” you add.
“She's got some kind of connection to Killer Moth. Find the connection, and I bet you'll find him.” He said, turning to you and Starfire. “Aquagirl and Starfire will join you to help with the search.” you rolled your eyes; Is he seriously going to do this alone?
“Hey, what about you? Aren’t you going to help us?” Beast Boy asked.
“I can’t. I have a date.”
.
You and Starfire were going to prepare for your mission when she shoved you into her room. You’ve forgotten how pink all her furniture is, from the curtains to her pillows. She whips out her T-communicator.
“Starfire what are you-” you begin, but she shushes you.
“Starfire to Raven,” she says into the communicator. “Please note that I will be the only person joining you, as Aquagirl will provide Robin backup on his date!”
“Um… okay.” Raven says, then hangs up.
“What??? I’m supposed to help you guys, remember?” you protest. “And I thought you had a crush on Robin??” The alien girl took you by your shoulders.
“Aquagirl, my feelings for Robin have long dissipated, but I am sure you still have the feelings for him!” she chirped. “Do not worry, four Titans are more than enough to defeat Killer Moth! You should go to the prom of non-duels!”
“B-but what do I even wear? Prom dresses were not on my shopping list.” you argue.
“Oh do not worry Aquagirl, you may borrow mine!” Starfire opened her closet to reveal a rack of sparkly dresses, all in different colors. You eyes glittered in awe.
“Ok, I’m in.”
You spent the next half an hour getting ready for the prom. You picked out a blue dress with black lace and black gloves that went out to your elbows. Your suit was camouflaged underneath, just in case you needed to ditch the dress.
“Oh you look wonderful!” Starfire cheered. You blushed, looking at yourself in the mirror.
She flew you over to the prom location, which was on a boat. Water, you thought. Perfect. You looked at Starfire.
“Thanks again for, uh, everything.” you said sheepishly. She smiled.
“It is the no problem!” she says. “I will see you afterwards!” And with that, she flew off into the night. You sighed, holding a corsage for Robin in your hand. You hear the sound of a motorbike. Robin appeared in view; he was still wearing his mask, but his usual outfit had been replaced by a tuxedo. He was still stoically frowning, probably due to not wanting to be here, but something about him just makes your heart skip a beat.
You walked over and tapped his shoulder. He flinched at your touch, but calmed down as he realized that it was you.
“Aquagirl?” he asked, eyeing you up and down.
“Um, just call me (y/n) for today, don’t want to raise eyebrows.” you winked. You pinned the flowers onto his lapel. “It’s my first prom, so I got you a corsage.” It’s true; this is your first prom. You were supposed to go to your junior prom this year, but of course, being a superhero kinda distracted you from that.
“Aqu- (y/n)...” he began. “You’re supposed to be helping the others track down Killer Moth.”
“Well, you said that our job was to investigate that b- uh, girl. And there’s no better way to do it than up close.” you grin. “Besides, Starfire insisted that I backed you up, you never know if you need saving, right?”
Just then, you heard a loud honk from a car. You turn to see a pink limousine pull out. Out stepped an even pinker girl, Kitten. Her headband, dress, corsage, and heels were all an obnoxious pink. She scoured the scene until she found Robin, fiercely waving at him.
“Yoo-hoo! Robbie-poo! Your Kitten has arrived! Me-ow!” she yells. You both physically cringe at her words. Robin leans over to you before he leaves.
“On second thought, maybe I will need the savings.”
You purse your lips as Robin leaves, reluctantly linking arms with the girl. You open your T-communicator.
“Cyborg,” you say. “Robin just entered the boat with Kitten. “How’s it looking on your side?”
“Poor guy,” he says sympathetically. “We just reached Kitten’s house. Going in now. Nice dress by the way.” You grin.
“Thanks man. I’ll be watching him just to see if he needs any help.”
“Got it. Cyborg out.” the screen blips to black and you close your communicator with a sigh. Time for prom.
You awkwardly shuffle onto the boat, making sure to stay a few meters behind the two. Luckily, no one noticed that you didn’t go to their school because they were so distracted by Kitten’s yelling.
“OH ROBIN!, YOU’RE SUCH A GENTLEMAN! NOT AT ALL LIKE MY WORTHLESS EX-BOYFRIEND FANG!!!” your fists clenched as she moved closer to the Boy Wonder, all over his arm. Why did we let her take Robin to the prom again? I’d rather see that bridge collapse than whatever this is.
You stationed yourself at the punch table, pouring yourself a drink. The two were talking at the table. You knew Robin didn’t want to be here in the beginning, but what if he changed his mind? What if, somehow, he falls in love with Kitten, and then you are never gonna have a chance with him?
“OF COURSE ROBIN I’D LOVE TO DANCE WITH YOU!!!” Kitten yelled, the two of them moving towards the dance floor. Your cheeks burned with anger, and maybe a little bit of jealousy. You clenched your fist again, and the sickly pink punch from the punch bowl shot into the air. The couple next to you who was about to get some punch slowly walked backwards away from you. But you didn’t care. You stomped away from the punch table.
You were leaning at one of the clothed tables as you glared at Robin and Kitten dancing away. You don’t even know why you felt so angry; maybe it was the fact that they’ve been dancing for 10 long minutes, or the fact that Kitten’s resting her head on his shoulder, or maybe the fact that you’ve never held Robin’s hand before and she is!
You notice him looking at his T-communicator while he was dancing, relieving you of the idea that he was actually enjoying the dance.
“Kiss me,” you hear Kitten say, and you froze.
“Sorry, I don’t like you that way,” he smirks. “As a matter of fact, I just don’t like you.” YES, you thought, smiling from the table.
“WHAT?!” the blonde girl shrieks.
“Killer Moth’s being taken down as we speak. We’re done here.” He pulls away, tucking his T-communicator into his pocket.
“No we are not!” she yells, ripping the corsage off of her dress. The petals fall away to reveal a cylinder, push-button controller. “Daddy’s not calling the shots tonight, I AM!!!”
“Daddy?” you and Robin said at the same time, in shock. So that's why Killer Moth made Robin go to the prom with her.
“And unless you want me to let those bugs out for a late-night snack, you better pucker up!” she makes kissy noises at Robin, her lips inching closer and closer. Robin put his finger out at them as if to shush her.
“Not even if you paid me,” he said, pushing her away and grabbing the controller out of her hand. They fight over it, and you wonder whether to jump in and help. Suddenly Kitten turns her focus away from Robin.
“Fang?” she smiled. You turned to see the jewel thief from before climbing onto the boat, spider head and all.
“That’s your ex boyfriend?” he asked, staring in shock.
“Get your hands off my girl!” he yells, knocking Robin down with his spider leg, Kitten snatching back the controller. Ok, time to act you thought, holding up your hand. A jet of water sprung up from under the boat and hit Fang, sending him flying backwards.
“And keep your legs off my guy!” you yelled, not even sure if you and Robin were on that level yet. “You alright Rob?” you ask as the Boy Wonder stands up.
“Best I’ve felt all day,” he smirked, ripping off his suit to reveal his costume underneath. You smiled; you two seemed to be on the same track in terms of disguise. You ripped your dress off and your costume uncamouflaged, revealing the familiar blue and black swim gear you always wear. You yank off your gloves to show your gauntlets underneath, the spikes swing up into place. You both look back at Kitten and Fang to find them making out; mandibles and all.
“I think I’m gonna throw up,” you mumble, getting into a fighting position.
“You know…” Robin says, bring the couple’s attention back to you two. “You two make a really bad couple.” Fang charges at the two of you, shooting his webs and venom. One of the webs hit you, sending you to the floor. You used the spikes on your gauntlets to cut yourself free while the spider villain goes after Robin. You finally free yourself as Kitten watches the action.
“Isn’t it romantic? They’re fighting over me!” she swoons. Your cheeks burn hot with anger. Now that you're out of disguise, it's the perfect time to beat her up.
“You’re not worth anyone’s time to fight over!” you quipped loudly, causing Kitten to start screaming at you. She tackles you, and the two of you fall onto the table.
“What the-” you grunt, the air knocked out of you as you crash into the food. You roll over and pin her to the table. You try to reach for the controller, but Kitten smacks a cream pie in your face. She pins you down this time, but you extend your leg to her side and swing, sending her flying across the table. She lands flat on her back, stretched lengthwise across the table. You lunge at her, but she grabs you and dunks your head into the punch bowl. You almost burst out laughing; she was trying to drown you, and you could breathe underwater.
Your eyes glow blue from underneath the punch bowl as the beverage explodes in the girl’s hunched over face. She screams, and you push her into the chocolate cake. She lands on the floor, her pink dress now stained with chocolate frosting.
“YOU.. RUINED… MY… DRESS!!!” she screams, clicking the controller. You gasp in horror, she’s crazy. She runs at you again, screaming and you dodge her, using your water powers to shoot the controller out of her hand. The controller rolls away, right towards the bottom of Robin’s foot.
“Consider yourself dumped.” he said, breaking the controller.
“NOOOOOOO!!!” she shrilled. You rolled your eyes and punched her square in the nose, her falling to the ground.
“I’ve been wanting to do that all night,” you grin at the Boy Wonder, who looked at you in awe.
.
The other Titans rejoined you as you watched Kitten, Killer Moth, and Fang get pulled into a police van.
“Nobody dumps Kitten! Nobody! You're going to pay for this, Robbie-poo! YOU'RE GOING TO PASAY!!” the blonde girl screamed while being pushed into one of the vans.
“So, no second date?” Cyborg jokes. Beast Boy was sitting over the edge of the boat holding one of Killer Moth’s moth larvae. According to them, the controller Kitten had allowed them to turn into moths, but when Robin broke it, they all turned back into harmless giant bugs.
“So what becomes of Killer Moth’s larvae population?” Starfire asks.
“You know...now that nobody's making 'em all mutate-y,.these things might actually make good pets.” Beast Boy said, poking at the larvae's belly.
“Don’t even think about it.” Raven says, staring in disgust.
You and Robin walk towards some of the students to apologize for ruining their nights when spotlights turn on, the bright lights moving across the floor. The two of you braced for impact. The announcer began to, well, announce.
“And now, the moment you've all been waiting for...the king and queen of this year's prom are...Robin and (y/n)!” Your eyes widened at the announcement.
“I’m back on duty so it’s Aquagirl now! Sorry!” you yelled awkwardly.
“Well um then Aquagirl-” Robin begins, but you stop him.
“I mean, you can call me (y/n), if that’s what you want,” you offered, slightly blushing. He blushed back.
“Oh! Ok, then (y/n) it is.”
“So how about that dance, Boy Wonder?”
“I guess one more dance wouldn’t kill me.”
.
Robin led you towards the middle of the dance floor. You put your arms around his neck and he put his arms around your waist. His hands were gentle, and was only lightly touching your back, as if he was ready to pull them back at any time.
But he was smiling; something he barely did all night. You both laughed as you awkwardly shuffled across the floor; it's like you had two right feet and he had two left feet so it canceled out. You pulled in a little closer, he hugged you a little tighter. You stared at his masked eyes, imagining them looking back at you.
Suddenly you heard a whistle and whipped your head to see the rest of the Titans nonchalantly watching you two dance. They grinned, waving hello. You rolled your eyes and whipped your hand at them. A small geyser jumped up and landed on the Titans, drenching them. You and Robin laughed, then resumed your dance.
Nights in Jump City are the worst time of day, but with Robin, it’s a whole lot better.
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yooooooo can we get a part two to the ranboo’s guide fanfic? no worries if not it was just poggers af
yooooooooo i got you, bestie! It was honestly supposed to be much longer than that but I ran out of time, so here’s the part two I kept from yall! This ended up waaay longer than I expected it to be but thank you and I hope you like this too!!!
Ranboo’s Unfinished Guide to a Physically Affectionate Friend (RFG-PAF)
Continuation of RUG-PAF
Words -> 2213 Words (sheeesh)
Themes -> School setting, a bit crack-ish, love language (physical touch - Reader side in the beginning), facial dysmorphia (comfort)
Art Credit -> Halfy Draws (From YT!) (POV: Ranboo being proud of having you as a bestie)
“You’re so lucky you’re not taking the secondary test.”
“I asked you if you wanted to review with me the first time, but it was apparently ‘easy enough’ to not need a serious review,” you huffed at his reasonable point, taking the black notebook from his hand and shoving it into your bag with more force than necessary.
Ranboo shakes his head, amused smile on his face before patting your head like a child. It took all your willpower not to kick him between the legs at his unintentional belittling.
This was two weeks ago. With two days left before the mandatory final exam, you’ve only just remembered about Ranboo’s notes that he leant you to help. Your panic from your procrastination slightly relieved at the idea of extra aid.
“Benefits of having a genius friend in the honor roll,” the neglected notebook looked a little sad from being crumpled in the edges, tossed and turned nonchalantly in your messy bag.
The first page had a rough list of your friend’s schedule for this semester, adorned at the bottom right corner by his silly signature. The next few pages were classroom rules and little notes, before proceeding to pages of his infamous art style, random doodles of things that some you can’t even recognize.
Endearing as it all may, your confusion furthered when the pages after are blank now. “Did Ranboo give me the wrong notebook?” With your other hand, you started scrolling through your contacts to call your friend, dominant one holding the pages upwards to skim through the contents quicker.
Until it stops at a page in the middle where a random list showed itself - what?
Carelessly putting your ringing phone between your shoulder and cheek, your hands brought the notebook closer to your face for better inspection. Curiosity getting the best of you.
3. Do not refuse their massages, they are heavenly. Please hit me with a bat if I refuse one of their back massages
Massages? Massages... you hum to yourself, trying to remember the times that you have indeed pampered your friend with a massage.
“Hey chat, I gotta for a quick break. Give me like five minutes, yeah?” There was one time during a stream day that you remember vaguely; you looked up from your Youtube recommendations, sitting up from Ranboo’s bed to see the boy himself dragging himself over to your place.
You shot him a confused place, he only shook his head (face covered for safety measures) before flopping himself on the mattress. Across your stretched out legs.
Ranboo rarely takes breaks between his streams, other than to pee or fetch something. And from what you’ve gathered with your divided attention, there weren’t any issues with chat or the stream itself.
“You good, big guy?” Your unoccupied hand found purchase between his shoulders, kneading with your palm through his shirt - this caused him to groan, tense before completely relaxing on the mattress (and your legs, can’t forget you’re trapped) again. This response urged you to continue using both hands now after closing your phone.
A couple sighs of relief. “My back has been hurting a lot lately.”
“Ah,” you dragged the heel of your palm against a knot on his left shoulder, rubbing it until his tension from the area eases, “Tall people problems.”
Did Ranboo just purr? “Not just tall people, it’s a common problem. You have back problems too.”
“Touché.” The quiet calmness was filled with nothing but Ranboo’s occasional grunts, the rustling of fabric, and a Discord ping here and there. The stiffness of his back had relaxed significantly yet he’s still not letting up from laying on your legs.
Your legs had lost feeling. You stretch your back as well after being hunched over when Ranboo suddenly shot up from the bed, hugging you in your shocked state before practically leaping towards his streaming set up. “Heeey there, I’m alive, I’m alive. Yes, I know that wasn’t just five minutes, let’s say something came up. Anyways, where were we-”
He ignores the glare directed at the back of his gaming chair, the sharp tingles of feeling slowly creeping in to your dead legs.
4. Sometimes their way of comfort is through hugs and that is a-okay. It's honestly super effective!
This one is a memory to keep, bittersweet as it may.
During the time of Ranboo's sudden rise in popularity, and honestly all throughout his journey, you've always been updated. From his Twitter, to when he streams, even as one of the first people to enter his Discord. This monitoring only widened as he reached Instagram and Tiktok.
It feels weird sometimes, being by his side all this time knowing who he is and what he looks, what he feels and what he does while everyone else in the world can only hope - imagine! To be in your position. And despite everything being a secondhand experience...
You can only feel barely half of the pressure Ranboo 100% feels.
"I'm coming in," the light from the hallway invades the pure darkness of his room, nothing but the illumination of his keyboard had given the place a glow. You called out softly, whispering, afraid to break the thick silence.
A subtle movement happens in your peripherals when you called out his real name. There you saw his head pop up from the other side of his bed, body hunched and leaning against the side of his bed frame, arms hugging his folded knees. You closed the door behind you before crawling up and over his bed.
"Sorry you had to see this," he mumbled when you were close enough, head leaning back to rest against the mattress. With your stomach on the bed, you reached over to wrap your arms around his neck. "To see me like this."
"Tell me what happened," a kiss to the crown of his hair broke the cracked walls of the dam. It was always so easy for you to coax the pain out of him, to lay it all bare as you hold him tightly to ground him, remind him you're still there to listen.
His dysmorphia had worsened when you thought you'd hyped him enough to gain the right courage to open up to the world. And suddenly it’s back and worse than ever. Ranboo kept his eyes on the ceiling while your hand travelled to his hair to card your fingers through, letting him have his time to vent. All his feelings he’d bottled up from everyone. Even from you.
At the end of his rant he suddenly pulled away from the bed, back turned to you as he rubbed at his eyes.
You’ve always loved his gray eyes and throughout this whole scenario he hasn’t met your eyes once. “Ranboo, look me in the eyes,” his shoulders tensed but didn’t move. “Turn around and look at me, please.”
He knew him denying would only prolong the inevitable, and so with one last sigh he turns ever slowly to face you. Your hand shot out to his face and he yelped, closing his eyes by instinct. His fluffy cloud of a hair was on the way, so you pushed it away.
A pressure on his forehead forced Ranboo to open his eyes out of curiosity. “Hey there.” The reflection of his own on your eyes so close to him made him freeze. “Ranboo, why do you want to do a face reveal?”
“It’s.. because I - I promised when I reached this sub count that I would,” your hum to urge him to continue made him go on, “And you know? It would be really convenient, for vlogging, for streaming. It’s also nice not to fear accidentally doing a face reveal every minute of my career.”
The one-sided tension he felt slipped away when he was distracted on the way you booped your noses together. Albeit still a quiet moment, you both spared a soft chuckle. “I may not be good with words,” he almost laughed when you didn’t finish the phrase ‘till he realized you’re being anxious too. “You know me, I’m a hugs person.”
The usual smile on his face made you sigh in relief. “Keep going, you got this,” he nuzzled your noses in comfort.
“Damn it, Boo, I’m supposed to be the one comforting you!” You whined and he laughed again, this time more lively than before. “I’m just pointing out that - this face reveal? In the end of the day, this isn’t about them, this isn’t about what they think of you. Because...
You’re not here to prove them right or wrong, you’re not here to prove a point, you’re here for yourself. No matter what they say, what matters most is what you think and what you want.”
A few seconds passed as you watched your friend’s face for any shifts. And you gasped when his eyes suddenly misted over, about to cry - in your panic you leaned back to give him space, but that’s opposite of what he wanted.
Next thing you know you’re a groaning-in-pain, tangled mess on the floor from when he’d pulled you in his own panic. Your right hip and elbow hurt from the impact and this giant teddy bear have you locked in his arms. “Ow, Ranboo, geezus, what the-” And your protests died at the muffled whimpers next to your ear, that part of your shirt feeling damper by the second.
Without another second you wrapped him in your best hug, cradling him in the comfort of the darkness of his room until he himself breaks the hug.
It was one of the bittersweet memories you had about your friendship with Ranboo, but it was the catalyst to the closeness you have now. The first time he had freely cried in your presence, the vulnerability from utmost trust
“(Y/N)? You there?” Huh? Your startling made the phone on your shoulder fall to the open notebook you’ve been staring at for minutes now, stuck in remembering. “What in the world was that noise?”
Shoot, you forgot about the call! “Heeey, Ranboo,” you picked up the phone up to your ear again, closing the book with the other as you stretched your limbs. You heard him hum in greeting, your mind pondering on what to say next as you tapped your fingers on the notebook’s cover. “Can I come over?”
“Of course you can!”
Ranboo had just ended a Discord call with Tubbo when the knock came to his door, and when he went over to open it was when he remembered you were coming over. His joy when seeing you is apparent, bending down to welcome you with a hug before you could even initiate before urging you inside.
The school bag slung over your shoulder gave him an idea of your purpose. “You need help with your test?”
“Something like that.” And when you pulled out the familiar notebook, it took him a few seconds to understand the implications, from his confusion on why he still had his notes a while back to your flushed expression that shies from direct eye contact.
“Oh God, did you actually read it?” The notebook left your hand like a thief to an old lady’s purse.
“Yeahh,” before the apology could leave his lips, you offered a hug that he gladly bends down to, just to ease his prior assumptions. “I’m not mad! Or weirded out, or whatever! I think it’s really sweet! I’m very happy to have you, Ranboo.”
The way he placed his weight on you so carelessly almost made you trip backwards if not for the arms wrapped around your waist. “Oh thank goodness, I really thought I messed up badly. I’m happy, and lucky to have you as well, (YN). More than you’ll ever know.”
Hours had passed after the initial surprise and it was nearing midnight when Ranboo checked the clock in his computer. Two hours of brute forcing the knowledge into your brain with Ranboo, and an hour more of him leaving you be to play with his friends. “Hey, how’s reviewing going-”
Turning his gaming chair gave him a sight. Of you sprawled out on his bed, the black notebook (the right one this time!) laying on your face, conveniently blocking the light from the bulbs ahead to not disrupt your sleep.
Your friend let out a sigh, a mirthful smile tickling his lips at the antics of his best friend.
“What did you honestly expect, Ranboo, you should have known.” He mumbled to himself as he left his set up, packing the items strewn about his bed and you on to the night stand next to it. The sight of the first black notebook (the wrong one) made him stop in his tracks, eyes flicking between the accursed item and the light switch.
And not a second longer he submits to his plan, pen in hand.
5. If you end up catching your friend's love language, that is perfectly fine. Normalize men with feelings, normalize loving your homies because they deserve it.
Lights off, Ranboo slips under the blankets next to you, the action making your sleepy self hug what you assumed was a long, oversized pillow.
The long, oversized pillow hugs back.
#ranboo x reader#dream smp x reader#dsmp x reader#mcyt x reader#mine:gold#mine:emerald#gender neutral reader
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one day / rafe cameron
a.n. YAY for my first fic!!! please be nice because i really do not know what i’m doing. hopefully it’s okay though. feedback is greatly appreciated. let me know what yall want to see next or if i’ve left out any warnings or anything like that!
pairing: non canon rafe cameron x fem!reader
summary: y/n tutors sarah and is pining after rafe, little does she know, rafe is pining after her too. song fic inspired by one day by tate mcrae! i do not own any lyrics used. lyrics are italicized.
word count: 2440
warnings: unrequited love induced angst, fluff, mentions of alcohol, mentions of sex if you squint, jealousy, kelce being kelce
“She stares at her ceiling once again with a hundred thoughts,
‘Maybe he knows who I am, probably not.’”
Y/N laid in her room quietly, Olivia Rodrigo’s “enough for you” playing faintly in the background while she stared at the ceiling above her. School had just started two weeks ago and her feelings for Kook King Rafe Cameron had only intensified since then. Working for the school’s student services, she had been assigned to tutor Sarah, which left Y/N seeing Rafe more often than her heart could physically handle. The two of them hadn’t talked much, only sharing a few passing comments to each other while she confided in his home with Sarah. The reality of their relationship was that the older Cameron sibling probably hardly knew her name, however that did not stop her from harboring feelings for him from afar for almost two years.
“She walks down the hall with her head down low, scared to meet his eyes
Even when she hears his voice she's swarmed with butterflies”
The halls of the Kook Academy were crowded with girls in short skirts and crop tops and boys in polos and khakis when the bell rang for lunch. Y/N stopped by her locker to switch out her textbooks for the second half of her day, keeping her head low as she weaved in between the crowd. “Dude, I just don’t get it. I basically used Grammarly for the whole thing and I still got a C?” She could make out Kelce’s voice in all the commotion due to the volume of his outburst. A giggle slipped out of her lips as she slipped past him, knowing the teachers in this school know when the students use programs like Kelce’s to write their papers. “Sorry, Y/L/N, is something funny?” The boy stepped towards her, causing her to finally lift her head and meet the eyes of everyone who was around. Y/N’s eyes were immediately drawn to Rafe’s, and then fallen to the hand that gripped around Kelce’s arm, making him step back from the shy girl in front of him, “Man, leave her alone.” Her eyes met Rafe’s again as he smiled at her, causing butterflies to swarm her insides as she turned and walked away, leaving Rafe victim to Kelce’s teasing of his “crush.”
“It’s impossible to get you off my mind, I think about a hundred thoughts and you are ninety-nine
I’ve understood that you will never be mine, and that’s fine — I’m just breaking inside”
“You look so hot, Y/N,” Sarah complimented, curling the last piece of her own hair while Y/N stared at herself in the mirror. Sarah had insisted she come to the annual bonfire, and in return had offered to help her get ready. “Rafe is going to die when he sees you tonight.” Y/N thought her heart stopped right then and there. She spun around quickly, staring at Sarah. “What?” Sarah laughed, fluffing her hair as she stood up. “Y/N/N, you can’t hide that from me. I figure out everything.” Y/N sighed and made her way towards the door, opening it for Sarah to lead the way. “For what it’s worth, I think he’s got a thing for you too.”
—
The bonfire was not Y/N’s scene, to say the least. By the time her and Sarah arrived, many people were already wasted. The number of people in the small space was enough to send Y/N into fight or flight mode, but Sarah was quick to pull her into the crowd with a drink and start dancing. Several songs passed before Y/N found Rafe, who already had his eyes on her. She blushed, suddenly feeling very self conscious. Was this crop top too cropped? Has she danced too bad it’s been embarrassing? Is it obvious she doesn’t belong here? She must’ve been lost in her thoughts for some time, because next thing she knew, Rafe’s hands were resting on her hips, bringing her back to earth. “Anyone home?” He joked, tapping her hips with his fingers. She laughed lightly, her nerves flowing through her body. Rafe leaned into her ear, his breath warm against her cold skin, “You look really good.” This small compliment mixed with the alcohol coursing through her veins gave her a new found confidence. She smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck, toying with the hair at the nape of his neck. “You don’t look too bad yourself, Cameron.” Y/N swore she saw a faint blush on the notorious bad boy’s cheeks, but she would never be too sure, because as quick as their moment started, it ended. “Rafe! Beer pong let’s go!” Topper yelled from behind Rafe, a crowd cheering at the mention of Rafe’s name. The boy sighed and rolled his eyes. Y/N placed a hand on his chest, “Go,” she smiled, “You can find me later.” Rafe smiled at her before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’ll be back.” Y/N watched as Rafe ran into the crowd chanting his name, laughing as he turned around and pretended to have Topper “crown” him as the beer pong king before beginning their game.
—
An hour had passed when Y/N had begin to feel tired of chatting up random people from school. She had consumed a few more drinks while waiting for Rafe to come find her, however he never came. She decided to take things into her own hands and find Rafe herself. Standing from the log surrounding the bonfire, she swayed slightly as she walked around the small space searching for Rafe. She didn’t see him anywhere, so she had assumed he had left on his own accord. That is, until she heard whistling from Topper and Kelce. “Okay Rafey boy!” She turned quickly to see Rafe helping a skinny blonde from their calculus class into his car. Suddenly, her shoes were the most interesting thing at the bonfire. Y/N felt stupid for ever thinking Rafe cared or was attracted to her, and she felt even more stupid for thinking he was really going to come find her. “Hey,” she turned to see Sarah smiling at her sadly. “John B’s here to take us home,” Y/N cut her off, tears pooling in her eyes. “I’m going to go back to mine actually.”
“He always walks the crowded halls and is blinded by this light
A girl who keeps her head down low and never shows her eyes”
Rafe spent most of his time at school surrounded by an entourage. However, as of recently, his main focus hasn’t been the popularity or the girls flocking his way, but more so a specific girl: Y/N. He watched her in class while she worked ahead of the teacher, he noticed how she got anxious in the crowded hallways, he loved how she opened up while she hung out with Sarah after school. He had never felt so attached to a girl before, especially one he had hardly talked to. Something about Y/N just kept drawing Rafe in, making him want to be a proper gentleman and get to know her— all the weird little things and the seemingly unimportant things too.
“He tried to talk to her but there’s no easy way
‘Cause every time he raises his voice, she runs away”
“Y/N! Hey, wait up!” Rafe yelled down the hallway, running after the girl as she beelined it to her locker. “Y/N,” She opened her locker, shoving her books into it with a sigh. “What do you want, Rafe?” His eyebrows furrowed at her tone. He didn’t understand. At the bonfire, things had been going so good. Now, he could barely get the girl to glance in his direction. “Why are you avoiding me? I thought at the bonfire…” She cut him off, slamming her locker shut. “Yeah, I thought things at the bonfire were going good too, until you left me there to go off with some girl,” She shrugged, turning and walking away before Rafe could even respond. He ran a hand through his hair out of frustration. The reality of the situation: the girl from the bonfire was truly just a friend who was far too wasted and vulnerable to get home on her own, and Rafe recognized that and offered to take her home. He couldn’t blame Y/N for thinking otherwise though, seeing as he did have quite the reputation. He glanced once more in the direction she walked off into before going to meet the younger Cameron sibling for advice.
“Oh, it’s impossible to get you off my mind
I think about a hundred thoughts and you are ninety-nine.
I’ve understood that you will never be mine and that’s fine,
I’m just breaking inside”
Rafe spent the next few afternoons in the comfort of the country club with Kelce and Topper, avoiding his home at all costs until he was sure Y/N was done tutoring Sarah. He wanted nothing more than to go home and steal the girl from his sister so they could talk things out, but he knew that would ultimately make things worse, so he kept his distance. However, the phrase “distance makes the heart grow fonder” rang true, because Y/N was the only thing on his mind. By Wednesday afternoon, he finally gave in, going straight home from school. Wednesdays for Y/N and Sarah were typically their “relaxation” day before cramming for tests on Thursday, so Rafe expected to walk into the living room to find the two of you curled up on the couch. However, the house was oddly quiet and the driveway empty. He texted Sarah, asking where they were.
“John B’s. Be back by dinner.”
John B’s?
Y/N was at John B’s?
Rafe shook his head, opening Snapchat. He looked at Sarah’s story, a picture of her, Kiara and Y/N on the HMS Pogue. He smiled at how happy she looked. The next picture was one of Sarah in John B’s lap, with Y/N in the background sporting JJ’s hat and seemingly swatting at him while he reached to take it back. Rafe’s heart dropped slightly, staring at this picture a little longer than necessary. Maybe if he would’ve stayed with her at the bonfire, that could’ve been them. Now he had basically walked the girl of his dreams into the arms of JJ Maybank.
‘Maybe it’s better this way,’ He thought.
But maybe he didn’t want better.
“One day, maybe she’ll stay and start to head over his way
And one day, she’ll look into his eyes and instead of breaking, she’ll call him ‘Mine’
One day, he’ll grab her by the waist and force them to meet face to face
One day he’ll look into her eyes and say that ‘You’re my only light’”
His phone ringing at 1 in the morning woke Rafe from his sleep, not even bothering to see who was calling before answering. “It better be important if you’re waking me up,” He mumbled, rubbing his eyes. “Rafe, you’re too sweet sometimes, you know?” Rafe rolled his eyes, staring at the clock. “Topper, why did you call me?” His patience was wearing thin, but he knew Topper wouldn’t have called him without reason at this time of night. “I just wanted to tell you I just passed Y/N walking home by herself, I asked if she wanted me to give her a ride and she said no, but she looked pretty shaken up. I’ve still got an eye on her but I thought you might want to come,” Topper didn’t have to finish, the minute the girl’s name had fallen out of his mouth Rafe was throwing on a sweatshirt and slipping into shoes faster than he ever has before. His mind was running a million miles a minute.
Why was she out this late by herself?
Why didn’t she call someone?
Did something already happen?
Rafe grabbed his keys and sped to Topper’s shared location, slowing down once he saw his jeep ahead of him. “I’ve got her, man. Thanks.” He hung up before pulling his car off onto the side of the road. “Y/N,” Rafe spoke as he got out, loud enough that she could hear it was him and not startle her. She turned quickly, staring at him as he approached her slowly. “I just wanted to go for a walk,” she mumbled, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “I didn’t mean to scare anyone.” Rafe nodded. “I’m not mad at you, but it’s late,” he spoke gently. He could see on her face she was upset and he didn’t want to make it worse. Y/N was looking everywhere but at him. She was nervous, embarrassed, everything in between. “Hey,” Rafe whispered, placing his hands on her waist like he did at the bonfire. Her eyes met his and he could read her like an open book. He saw the nerves. He saw the sadness. “Let’s get you home.”
-
The car ride back to the Cameron household was quiet, but not uncomfortable. Rafe kept one hand on the wheel and one locked in Y/N’s, glancing over at her every few minutes to make sure she was doing okay. Back at the house, he provided her clothes to change into while he grabbed some drinks for them. Y/N sat on his bed, preparing herself for what she was about to do. It was the reason for the walk, the reason for the silence in the car. Honestly, this could be an awful time to do it, but there was no turning back now. “Okay, so I’ve got chips, cookies, water, Pepsi, mountain dew,” “Rafe.” Y/N cut him off, staring at him as she sat criss crossed on his bed. He sat everything down and stared at her, encouraging her to continue. “This could be a bad time to tell you, but I like you. I went on that walk because I needed to get you out of my head but then you showed up so clearly it didn’t work and honestly I’ve liked you for a while, and you don’t have to like me back, oh no you’re laughing,” She cut herself off at the sight of Rafe chuckling and moving towards her. “Why are you laughing?” Y/N whispered as he got close enough that he could feel his breath on her skin. “Because,” Rafe smiled, “I like you too.”
#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron#rafe x reader#obx#rafe x you#rafe cameron imagine#rafe cameron fic#obx imagine#obx fic#outer banks#rafe cameron x y/n#rafe cameron x you
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heyy cutiee~ I’m not sure if you take requests but times are hard rn for me can you do an enhypen imagine/reaction where reader goes to enhypens house crying at night because their parents are fighting non stop? :,) thankuu before hand 😓
enhypen’s reaction to you coming at their place because your parents are fighting.
a lil note: i don’t really take requests bUt- this will be a special for you if this can help you cope <33 this also took a bit longer than expected- im so sorry for the delay 🙇♀️
gn! reader x bf! ot7 enha (assuming yall dating ok—)
warnings: parents fighting, mentions of divorce, traumas may get triggered
there was screaming in your household here and there. your mother and father fighting over for the nth time. you hid in your room, covering your ears and crying. you held your phone trying to call your significant other, hoping that you can escape for a while and deafen the sounds of your parents’ argument
HEESEUNG
you have talked to him over the phone and told him that you would come to his place
as he hears your cries over the phone he starts to worry
stutters a lot from worry as he tries to reply
“get h-here safely, o-okay?” he says before he ends the call
as heeseung lets you in his apartment you breakdown in his arms. “shh... its okay.” he softly reassures you. you both sit on the couch as heeseung softly rubs your back. he listens to what happened to your parents, even though it wasn’t audible that much because of your sobs. “...so they might separate?” he asks. you nodded in reply. heeseung just hugged you deeply. he couldn’t say anything. he slowly cups your face and wipes your tears “stay here for the night, hm? i’ll tell your mother that you’re staying here.” heeseung suggested as you nodded in reply. how lucky you have someone like him.
JAY
he wasn’t picking up
i mean considering the time it was abt 3am and your parents were still fighting.
so after one last call you decided to flee your palce
and you also hope that jay opens his door for you at this ungodly hour
knocking rapidly, jay suddenly wakes up from his 2 hour sleep. he groans and opens his door. “its three in the morning who the he– oh my... y/n.” he sees your crying figure and ushers you to come inside. “get inside its freezing out here.” jay says as he leads you in. you both stay at his bed. you drink the glass of water he brought for you. jay embraced you and kissed your forehead for reassurance. he knew that your parents were fighting again. it happens non stop. “what if they get physical with each other?” you sobbed out “they’re not gonna be like that.” jay says, trying to reassure you.
JAKE
oh gosh- this boy is gonna stutter so bad when he knows your situation pt2
“if you can- c-come to my p-place? please- you’ll be s-safe here.” he says over the phone
and yes you agree to go to his house
waits for you patiently at the door
as you come inside of jake’s apartment, jake suddenly threw his arms around you. you just sobbed all your emotions out on jake, then rambling about how your parents are fighting “wait- a divorce?” jake suddenly pulls away to see your crying face. “don’t think that way, sweetie. they’ll never do that.” he tries to reassure you. he then kisses you on your forehead.
SUNGHOON
embodiment of the standing emoji
boy did he not know what to do once he starts hearing you cry and your parents screaming in the bg
offers you his place over the phone
you actually speed run to his place
sunghoon finds you crying at the doorstep. he ushers you in and leads you to his bedroom since you have to rest at this ungodly hour. he gives you some tea to calm down and then listens to your parents’ ruckus. “i’m sorry that’s happening.” sunghoon frowned as you unconsciously laid on the bed. “its okay... i just want to be with you. i want them to stop fighting.” were your last words before you drifted to sleep. sunghoon looks at you and placed a soft kiss on your lips “i’ll be here for you always.” he replied.
SUNOO
is very worried
when you apologize for disturbing his beauty sleep he would say “no no its okay! just come here safetly.”
ig he would really pace around the apartment as he waits for you
once he sees you his worry is all gone
“sunoo!” you exclaimed as you feel sunoo hug you tightly. “darling, are you alright? are you hurt?” sunoo worriedly asks as he sees your tear stained face. “my parents...” “they’re fighting again?” sunoo asks. you nodded and cried into sunoo’s arms as he embraces you with all his love. he softly rubs your back and kisses your forehead “cry it all out.” he states as you then continue on the night spending time venting to him.
JUNGWON
i feel like he’ll try to stay calm
probably would know that your parents is fighting
is worried sm inside
paces around the room pt 2
jungwon has given you a heads up that his door his unlocked. you silently and carefully came inside his apartment. he wasn’t in his living room so you decided to go to his bedroom. there, you see him pacing around but it soon stops as he recognizes your presence. “y/n! you’re here.” he says as he welcomes you with his biggest hug. you started to cry and sob in his arms “its okay... its okay.” jungwon reassures you. truthfully, he was speechless to these events and all he could do is to be there for you.
NI-KI
panic
when he hears your parents fighting in the bg while you were calling him, he gets shocked
immediately offers his place to you
stutters in the call pt 3
“get inside! its freezing out there.” riki exclaims in worry as he pulls you in his home. you sit on his couch as he stands before you. “are you alright? your parents seemed like they had a heated argument.” he tells you. riki observed your eyes filled with tears, making him worry more. you didn’t speak- all you did was cry, unable to put words out. riki sits beside you and engulfs you in his embrace. “i’m here for you. don’t worry.” he says.
#enhypen imagines#enhypen scenarios#enhypen angst#enhypen x reader#enhypen fluff#enhypen headcanons#lee heeseung#park jongseong#sim jaeyun#park sunghoon#kim sunoo#yang jungwon#nishimura riki#ni-ki
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Ml Meta analysis: Adriens current absents, season 4 structure and theory on whats to come
Here I am back again with my endless rambling.
I'm just as worried for our cat son as everyone else (maybe even more) which is why I tried figuring out for my own sanity why he is so absent currently.
Upfront I wanna warn yall that I wrote this post in one rush this night and therefore had no time to do alot of editing. So things can probably get a bit more messy than usual but I tried to write it clearly, while writing 2 other ml essays as well. This is the one drawback of having so many episodes in such a short time, I have no time to write my posts x3 I had another theory planned for before Optigami airs but I don't think I can manage before tomorrow.
But let's not waste any more time. Grab a snack and here we go:
It's 2am right now but I think I just realized why Adrien/Chat Noir is being sidelined so much recently.
Sure, yes, it'll come into play in the very obviously set up Ladynoir drama later on but what I wanna talk about now is more the structure of how s4 is most likely written in terms of both Marinettes and Adriens side of the story. And then deep dive a little on why I think so.
You see season 4 is now reaping what has been built up from s1-s3, but this also includes that you have to take the time now to properly recreate the new possibilities out of the loose pieces of the broken status quo.
Seriously, season 4 has to handle and reinvent ALOT. The show got now officially announced to have 7 seasons, which is exactly the amount of seasons Astruc said they have story for. I couldnt find the official tweet from Thomas himself but I one from another source:
And now look take a look at the possible shows structure:
- s1-s3 was the first status quo and built up everything so now they can pay off after pay off while...
-... S4 is now the transitional season where the old status quo gets left behind as we work towards the new one.
-I have nothing to proof this of course, but in the same sense it would now make sense that s5-s7 where/are planned to play out under the final status quo. If I'm not wrong at first the show was under contract for 5 seasons, which would mean that after the transitional season 4 there was only 1 season of the final status quo for sure. Still, done right it could have been worth the wait. But this isn't where Miraculous will end. The show actually got the 7 seasons the creator wanted and THIS is how I think the long term plan makes the most sense. Nothing all too complicated but still hella effective in its execution.
But now back to our two main characters, because Marinettes and Adriens development are the two aspects that will raise the show to the intense heights of the s5-s7 status quo.
From s1-s3 Marinette was the active player but she was hardly involved with the actual PLOT of the show, since most of the plot and backstory of the show lies directly with the Agreste family. She only started to get her own plot when she literally created a new one by getting involved with the miraculous lore, because the closest Marinette got to the Agreste plot was "The collector".
Adrien in the other hand was always literally right in the middle of the plot but he wasn't enough of an active player to bring us further either.
Season 4 is now going to add the missing parts for both of them and as the very beginning of the season showed us: there are going to do it SEPERATLY.
This is why "Truth" and "Lies" have been structured the way they are (One Marinette-centric the other Adrien-centric). Yes, Marinette and Adrien are meant to end their story victoriously together, but they are simply not the people they have to be to become such a powerful team. Certain aspects of their journey they have to do... basically disconnected from the other one. The "Miracle Queen" endcard shows it quite nicely as well where they are heading now: away from each other.
Obviously the season started with Marinette growing into her new guardian status including everything miraculous related, since she is the main lead and because the new ways the episodes can now utilize everything Miraculous need to be established first before we deep dive into the messed up Agreste mystery.
So while I totally agree that it is annoying to get so little Adrien/Chat Noir content currently I also understand the practicality behind it. As I said, before s4 Marinette was the active main character who mostly didn't really have her own plot. So now adding her plot aspect and have her ACTIVELY figure everything needed out means that right now Marinette/Ladybug is the active focus main character who is solving a huge part of her s4 character arc. That simply drowns out Adrien as the currently still mostly-inactive secondary main character who, yes, may be right in the middle of the shows emotional + villain plot/lore/backstory, but that side of the story simply isn't in focus at the moment.
And I gotta say, I'm kinda glad they're doing it this way. Because I'm gonna be honest, when the season starts giving us Adrien/family Agreste episodes like "Lies" and "The collector" (in this case "Gabriel Agreste" for example) again, I don't want the narrative to be forced to spend time with something guardian lore based just because they didn't took their time to do it earlier.
So, as we see on the s4 episode raster "Gabriel Agreste" is episode 9. Honestly, I expect most of it (especially the ones near the beginning, so ep. 5 included) til that episode to be Marinette based the way everything else til now did (besides Lies obviously and Guilt trip didn't hardcore focus on Marinette/Ladybug either and that's because it's after "Gabriel Agreste") in the spirit of "Truth". It's just the needed set up from Marinettes side of the story and I can live with that.
Because we actually saw the change after "Gabriel Agreste" already in "Guilt trip".
I don't know why some people pretend like Chat almost cataclysming himself after hearing how guilt-eaten Nino is for Adriens sake isn't a huge indicator that the episodes afterwards will not only acknowledge but also DEAL with Adriens/Chats situation and problems. Remember, we are talking about CHAT NOIR here not Adrien Agreste. The show has always portrayed and acknowledged ADRIENS issues very straight forward and with the proper seriousness (especially when it comes to his family), whereas Chat Noir was often mostly used for comedic purposes with some exceptions of his problems being properly delt with (since Marinette/Ladybug was mostly oblivious to them, since Adrien keeps them hidden so well). But now in "Guilt trip" LADYBUG was confronted head-on with just how much negativity Chat has inside and how quickly and extremely he drowns in it.
Sure, correct, the episode also has his negativity "washed away" rather quickly by Ladybug opening up to him on how important he is to her
But this is in character for both of them as "Lies" very clearly showed us that the way BOTH OF THEM behave here is where the problem lies. There Ladybug was freaked out after Chat threw his life away once again but quickly accepted Chats very direct avoidance of the confrontation, since he seemed to be alright to her.
Something I also find noteworthy here is that Ladybugs dialog is "Seriously, you need to stop doing this to me!", which is.... a VERY Marinette-centric way of acknowledging the problem.
It completely shifts the issue away from Adriens extremely alarming self-harmful/suicidal tendencies and instead only calls out how it affects Marinette (whose feelings here are definitely valid, don't get me wrong!). It showcases perfectly how unaware Marinette still is of her partners inner tumult at that point and also parallels how Marinette called Adriens life "perfect" at the beginning of the episode (This is no shade towards Marinette, in general the entirety of "Lies" is about showing us just how harmful Adriens Chat Noir persona actually IS to him so these two moments of her being oblivious to Adriens and Chats immense problems very much fits into that episodes narrative and sets up what's about to come. I still have an entire essay in the making for "Lies" but, guys, it's just getting longer and longer. I suck xD).
So the fact that an episode after "Gabriel Agreste" brings this scenario back, just a little different but ALOT more revealing of Adriens immense problems to his partner, is VERY telling. Besides other things it tells us that this happens at the beginning of the arc that deals with (at least) Chats issues since Ladybug is still way too quickly too ready to accept her partner as "completely fine" again just because Chat makes it seem that way (while some negativity increasing guilt bubbles still to stick to him.).
And yet, others have already pointed it out that Ladybug IS noticing what Chat wanted to do and reacted accordingly...
she just didn't speak of it the way it is because it overwhelmed her, which calls back to Ladybugs "You have to stop doing this to me!" dialog.( For a great breakdown of her dialog HERE is a link to @flightfoot post)
In "Lies" Marinette was way too stressed by her new guardian role to even consider Chats side of it and therefore only spoke of her own, but in "Guilt trip" she's already past that stressful arc. So here she is immediately able to recognize Chats suicidal action for what it is, come to his (much needed) aid and lift her partners spirit the best she can by emotionally opening up to him (which is something we KNOW is incredibly hart for Marinette).
The difference between her reaction in "Lies" and in "Guilt trip" shows that Marinette has her guardian role already mostly handled and is now mentally able to be there for others again, so the extremely Marinette-centric "Truth"-like episodes are mostly passed. Now the episodes can bring Adrien/Chat Noir more into the game again and even shift to "Lies" - like episodes because MARINETTE can pay more attention to him again and isn't faced with something new, important and overwhelming Miraculous related every step she takes.
And THAT is extremely fair from a narrative standpoint.
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I really need to stop elaborating so much on these posts because I'm only NOW actually getting to the point of where Adriens journey will disconnect for a while from Ladybugs. Sorry guys.
Okay, to understand where I'm going with this I will have to quickly explain how I always saw Chat Noirs place in the Ladybug+Chat Noir vs Hawkmoth war ever since s1.
Because here is the thing: Adrien wasn't able to truly leave the battle field ONCE since the origins. Marinette was completely out of Hawkmoths and Gabriels reach once she detransformed, which balances out her basically being the personification of the good sides force. And Gabriel literally decided whenever or not the battle is even ACTIVE right now! Besides that he is in complete control of his own actions and environment, which gives him all the necessary time, safety and downtime he needs to act as the personification of the evil sides force.
Marinette and Gabriel always knew when they were safe and off the battle field, but ADRIEN never had that and it left him LITERALLY right in the middle of both Ladybugs and Hawkmoths sides.
You see, because before Adrien became Chat Noir he basically was part of Hawkmoths side just by default. He was born into this family, that's his father and lost mother and everything he knows. Adrien didn't/doesn't even have to KNOW that he is part of Hawkmoths side, he's his son at some level he just IS! And I'm not saying this as anything negative, Adrien coming from Hawkmoths side is literally the reason why he became Chat Noir!
Because whereas Gabriel is having the time of his damn life as evil terrorist, created out of tragic and sinister circumstances, ADRIEN on the other hand couldn't handle his families environment and very same circumstances anymore and accepted the role as Paris' hero to escape his heritage for a while.
Keywords being: a WHILE.
Something unique about Adrien I always loved is the fact that he is the villains abused, isolated and overworked SON, who becomes a hero to escape his depressing life and YET it was never Adriens intention to LEAVE IT. Adrien merely wanted to use his time as Chat Noir to let of some steam and breath freely while doing some hero work so he can go back into his civilian life and try to one day successfully ment his broken family. He couldn't handle the current situation anymore but he still always saw worth in his family/father. I have SO MUCH respect for that!
But him not intending to leave his family and instead regaining strength as Chat Noir to continue to hold onto it came with the downside of him not being able to fully become part of the good sides people/force either. Hence why Adriens/Chats place always felt so lost in comparison to Ladybugs and Hawkmoths clear positions. He's caught in between their extremes trying to balance out BOTH at the same time. What an impossible task!
So he couldn't put in the same focus as Ladybug into being the good sides force because he is literally burned out from his civilian life on Hawkmoths evil side. But he also couldn't be involved as an ACTIVE member of his fathers evil force, because he chose to find refuge in his friends and as a hero on Ladybugs side.
Adrien unknowingly is part of BOTH the shows two extreme moral sides of good and evil and this season we will see Adrien/Chat Noir grow into his own within BOTH sides as well.
Because he simply couldn't have done so right away in s1. Now after 3 seasons Chat Noir is more than solidly established as one of Paris Heros and his time with Ladybug, the other heros and his normal friends helped him greatly to find his place on the good side. "Lies" set this up as Chat Noirs arcs starting point that now he has to stop connecting "being heroic" strictly with following Ladybug (as Marinette is the STAND IN personification for the good side, she's still a flawed human being like everyone else and not the ultimate force of perfect and good. Big difference.) just as he has to start looking past his fathers sympathetic moments/qualities to see that Hawkmoth isn't a 100%, inhumane monster just because he is the stand-in personification of evil in their fight, but the man he calls Father and still needs to be taken down. (I talked about this in more detail on THIS post)
Adrien has to seperat himself from Ladybugs path and focus on his family and I believe it'll start with the much dreaded (but expected) Ladynoir fight.
Funnily enough, what I'm talking about was actually already set up in "Frozer" I just didn't remember that for a bit. In "Frozer" we saw Ladynoir having a fight which caused Chat Noir to go his own way in the episodes battle.
I always found it interesting that the episode didn't had Chats decision, to not follow Ladybugs lead here, turn out to be a huge mistake. Almost every other show would have done so but now I think I understand. This episode and s2 in general SET UP the s4 conflict, s3 LEAD UP to it and now s4 DELIVERS it.
So what happened in "Frozer" is a direct parallel to what about to go down:
Ladynoirs fight will cause Chat Noir to not simply follow Ladybugs side anymore the way he used to, but note, he DOESN'T leave the good side AND they make up again in the end after Chat saves Ladybug from the akuma. He just does things on his own because he isn't on great terms with her for a while. "Frozer" showed Chats decision to not only NOT be a mistake but also a necessary part of defeating the akuma, just the way it'll be in s4. Damn, Adrien breaking away from Ladybugs side, the way she (unintentionally tho) did at the beginning of the season, to focus more on himself and his family will be the game changing factor, when Adrien will have his completing arc where he goes from "not active character within the villain/backstory plot" to "ACTIVE character within the villain/backstory plot".
And we already saw with Marinette how many fast breakthroughs we get through these completing arcs. Which is also a reason for why Adriens/ Chats arc comes later in the season, because BUDDY. Once Adrien starts to actively uncover his families mystery and fathers secrets Gabriel is SCREWED! Adrien will gain the needed inside knowledge that complements Marinettes Miraculous power; and reunited they can take on whatever the hell kind of scale the Agrestes plan actually is.
So how to end this post? My biggest intention was to raise hope for everybody (myself included lol) who is right now very concerned and upset about how side-lined our boy is at the moment. But I prefer doing so in a way that actually works with canons context instead of sugarcoating what I don't like. And Adriens/Chats current position I definitely do NOT like but accepting it as realistic outcome from s1-s3 and set up for the escalation for both Ladynoir and his home situation gives it the proper purpose and pay off (narrative and character wise) that it SHOULD have.
Basically, the endcards of "Truth" and "Lies" show it perfectly.
It looks like ShadowMoth is turning a blind eye towards Adrien/Chat Noir because of Ladybugs new guardian status and "greater importance". But Gabriels tunnel vision on Ladybug will leave him vulnerable to his own sons secret actions against him and Gabriel won't see it coming until its already too late.
#Miraculous#Miraculous ladybug#ml theory#ml analysis#ml season 4#ml show structure#Adrien Agreste#marinette dupain chang#Gabriel Agreste#Chat Noir#Ladybug#Hawkmoth#ml forshadowing
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tem·pes·tu·ous - adjective - characterized by strong and turbulent or conflicting emotion
↳ summary- There’s no one who riles you up more than Kim Taehyung, your best friend’s brother. He knows exactly how to make you fly off the handle.
↳ rating- explicit / 18+
↳ word count- 6.8k
↳ pairing- taehyung x reader
↳ genre- smut, minor angst i guess in the form of fighting, this is one big pile of smut, there’s some fluff too
↳ warnings- yikes where to begin. angry sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don’t be like dis), slapping, spanking, pain kink, dom/sub elements, facefucking, really rough sex, finger sucking, derogatory names, uhhh name calling, hate sex, tae is fuckin nasty yall im thriving
↳ a/n- I HAD TO REUPLOAD bc tumblr sucks lol well folks. here we are. i was given a prompt by @ladyartemesia so i blame her. as for tae, he really came for me this week and completely wrecked me, love that for me. i really popped off here and it’s only edited by me so i’m SORRY if there’s a lot of mistakes. fun fact i actually wrote almost 10k of another version of this but it frustrated me so badly i scrapped it lmao 🤡 HERE WE GO! Enjoy! feel free to send in your requests and i promise to try and get it done for you!
Kim Taehyung could only be described in a few words.
Infuriating, bothersome, vexing.
Gorgeous, breathtaking, suave.
Absolutely, inherently maddening.
And you hate how much you absolutely melt underneath his gaze, the way your heart leaps into your throat with a single word. Your body, the ultimate betrayer, opens up to him as your brain screams to abort, reverse, go back to start and do not pass go.
Kim Taehyung is not just the bane of your existence, no. He’s the little brother of your best friend, Kim Namjoon. Joonie had been in your life since you were in first grade and he in second. Taehyung was your age, but you hit it off with the older boy and haven’t separated since. Your mothers joked that you would get married one day and continue on the Kim line. Until they found out that Namjoon was 1) bisexual and 2) hopelessly in love with, ironically, a man named Kim Seokjin. He reasoned to his parents that they would at least carry on the Kim name.
Where Namjoon was sweet, caring, and deeply compassionate towards you, Taehyung was his alter. Taehyung was brash, cocky and relished in watching you squirm, whether it be out of fury or the god forsaken sexual tension. All growing up, he was the one to pull your pigtails, trip you into puddles of mud, and tease you in front of your friends. Namjoon, ever the faithful companion, was always there to pick up the pieces of what Taehyung broke.
It’s been that way with Taehyung ever since. A constant tug of war with each other, both unwilling to give a single inch to the opponent.
Your relationship with Namjoon remained steadfast as ever. Namjoon eventually moved in with his now-husband, Seokjin, who easily settled into your life as an additional partner in crime. You spent most of your days and nights settled into the couch, snuggled somehow in between or next to one of the two men you cherished most. You had the two best friends you could ask for and a happy life, blissfully Taehyung-free.
Until it wasn’t.
A loud knock wakes you from an unexpected nap on Namjoon’s couch. Your eyes crack open against the glare of the sunlight streaming through the windows. It takes a moment to gather your surroundings. You recognize that you’re in Namjoon and Seokjin’s apartment, and judging by the silence, you’re definitely alone there. As you reach for your phone, the screen lights up the time. 5:34 pm. Well, shit. You remember eating brunch and drinking mimosas at noon with your best friends and then lying on the couch to watch Netflix. How had you fallen asleep for five hours? How did you not wake? What the fuck did Jin put in his mimosas?
The knock is insistent again, louder this time.
“Joon! Jin! it’s me! Open up!”
The voice sounds familiar in your sleep-addled mind, but not quite enough to pinpoint it. You push your limp body off the couch and wince at the feeling of sore muscles. Couch sleeping isn’t all it’s cracked up to be once you’re past the age of 25.
“Sorry, Namjoon isn’t here-,” You open the door to explain to the guest and you’re cut off.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
You rub at your sleepy eyes and allow your vision to focus, only to feel your blood stand still in your veins.
Kim Taehyung. Of fucking course.
“What do you mean, why am I here? I’m always here,” you tut as you fold your arms to your chest. “What are you doing here?”
He rolls his eyes and holds up his hands, two suitcases clutched in each. Who the fuck carries 4 suitcases up three flights of stairs? Kim annoying ass Taehyung does, apparently.
“I’m moving in.” He pushes past you and into the living room.
Your mouth gapes open. Namjoon certainly didn’t tell you this. Taehyung looks back at chuckles at your reaction.
“I’m guessing your best friend didn’t tell you the happy news?”
You shut your mouth, quickly jumping back into composure. “No, he failed to mention that,” you sniff. “I thought you lived with your girlfriend in Gangnam? What was her name? Rose or whatever?”
Tae stiffens, just slightly for a moment, before he plasters back on the bravado. “Obviously not anymore. We broke up, she kept the apartment. Got tired of moping at my mom’s house and I told Namjoon I wanted to come back to the city.”
You feel a slight tug at your stomach, guilt, perhaps? You clear your throat. “Oh, I’m sorry.”
He laughs as he sits on the couch, instantly throwing his feet onto the coffee table, like a heathen. “No, you’re not.”
“What do you mean, no I’m not? God, sorry for being polite!”
This, you reason, is why you can’t sustain longer than 5 minutes of civilized conversation with your best friend’s younger brother. He’s impossible.
He just smirks, and you know he loves the rise he gets out of you.
“Because I know you, and I know you don’t give a fuck about my love life.”
Au contraire. If only he knew just how much you gave a fuck.
“That doesn’t mean I can’t be nice to you!” you nearly stamp your foot in frustration but hold yourself back. That would be too good of ammo for him to use against you.
“Okay, fine,” he acquiesces. “Whatever helps you feel you’re a good person.”
You’re seeing red and you know you want to continue screaming at him but you will not stoop to his level.
“Christ, I haven’t seen you in months and you’re still an asshole,” you say as you grab your keys and shoes. “And also, Jin will kill you if he sees your feet on his coffee table.”
You whip yourself around and open the door to leave and hear him call over your shoulder.
“Good to see you too, doll! Love the hairstyle, by the way.”
You close the door with a growl leaving your throat. The absolute audacity of that man.
You stomp towards the elevator to take yourself to the ground level, when you catch your reflection in the shiny metal. Your hair is in what you can only lovingly call a complete hornet’s nest. It’s ratted and sticking out in places and you feel your cheeks burn. Your first reintroduction with Taehyung is with a fight AND with you looking like a fool.
This would not do. No, sir.
“Kim Namjoon!” you shriek into your cell phone. You’re awkwardly pressing it against your ear with your shoulder as you walk out of the convenience store under your apartment building with 3 bottles of soju and a six-pack of beer. You needed to drown your shame and sorrow, and fast.
“Hello, love of my life and moon of my stars,” your best friend replies and you can hear Seokjin chuckle in the background.
“No!” You chide, already cracking a beer open as you storm into your apartment building. “Don’t you Khal Drogo me, mister! Why the fuck didn’t you tell me your fucking asshole brother was moving in with you?!”
Namjoon is silent and you can tell he’s wincing on the other end of the phone. “Oops?” He offers.
“Yeah, big oops! A heads up would have been nice! Like, ‘hey best friend, your worst enemy of all time is moving in today. Maybe you shouldn’t fall asleep on my couch and wake up looking like Frankenstein’s ugly wife. Oh, and also my handsome boyfriend and I will just happen to not be there when he arrives’.”
By this time, you can tell Namjoon has put you on speakerphone because you can hear their rich laughter loud and clear. Rude bitches.
You stab your key code into your door and lock yourself in, chugging as much of the beer as you could handle.
“At least, even in her rants she thinks I’m handsome,” Jin gloats.
“I’m sorry babe,” Namjoon sighs as he finally calms down. “I didn’t know he would be there today. I just found out about it last night.”
You nibbled at your bottom lip, the annoying pit in your stomach feeling simultaneously guilty that he went through a breakup, unbridled joy that something brought him down a peg, and just a dash of excitement that he’s single now.
You let out a breath. “It’s okay, Joon. It just surprised me to see him.”
Jin butts in, “And because you have a big, fat, unresolved crush on him.”
“Jin!” You admonish. The couple laughs again and you roll your eyes, asking yourself why you put up with the two. “I do not!”
They both hum a non-committal answer, implying they don’t believe you in the slightest.
“Whatever. What are you guys doing, anyway?”
“We just got home from shopping. God, Jin looked so good in these jeans he tried on. I was actually just about to suck his coc-,”
“Kim Namjoon, do not finish that sentence! I do not wish to hear it!” You try to remain firm, but dissolve into giggles with the pair.
You could never stay mad at Namjoon long, even if his brother was the devil incarnate.
“Darling,” Jin calls through the phone. “I still expect to see you at our place tonight for our sleepover.”
Christ, you had forgotten all about your scheduled sleepover night. It was tradition and one of your favorite parts of your friendship with the couple. Jin, a literal chef, prepared a five star meal along with dessert for you while you binge watched Netflix and talked incessantly.
But you also usually slept in their spare bedroom. The exact one that Taehyung would be occupying.
“Fuck, while he’s there?”
“Oh suck it up,” Jin chides, like he’s your mother. “He’s probably not even going to leave his room. You’re not getting out of this. I’m making strawberry cheesecake.”
Your mouth waters at the idea of Jin’s famous cheesecake.
“Fine, but I get to lick the bowl and not Namjoon. Those are my terms.”
Namjoon squawked in defiance as Jin laughed. “I agree to your terms. Be at our place by 8.”
As you hung up the phone, you checked the time. 6:40. God, he hadn’t left you with much time to get ready, did he?
And you definitely needed to get ready. There was no way you were entering a room where Kim Taehyung exists looking like booboo the fool, not again.
Your fingers press the 6 digit passcode to Namjoon and Seokjin’s apartment, arms heavy laden with your bag of toiletries and pajamas, and a bag full of wine.
“Honey, I’m home!” You announce as you toe off your shoes and slide into the combined kitchen and living room.
You receive no reply, but greeted with the amused face of none other than the object of your filthiest dreams, Taehyung.
“Pet names already? We’re moving pretty fast, wouldn’t you say?” He asks you as he lounges at the kitchen table. He watches you open the fridge to set the wine, as comfortable in their home as you are in yours.
“Fuck off,” you grumble. “Where’s your brother?”
Tae seemed absolutely tickled by your disgruntlement. “I think they mentioned something about taking a shower. That was 20 minutes ago, though.”
“Great,” you sigh. “Those fucking horn dogs act as if they’re still newlyweds. We’ll be waiting awhile.”
You tug off your sweater, leaving you to remain in a fitted tank top and yoga pants. You tried to maintain a comfortable look as you dressed for the evening, while keeping in mind which leggings hugged your ass and showed off your toned thighs, and a tank top that dipped low to your cleavage. Okay, so maybe you had ulterior motives. You wanted to make up for your dreadful appearance earlier and make him squirm, payback for the years of him doing it to you.
You watch him as he lets his eyes roam your body, eying you like he wants to ravage you completely. You feel victorious… and also turned on. Fuck, you played yourself.
You flop onto the couch in a huff and Tae snorts before joining you.
“What’s so funny?” You eye him suspiciously.
“Nothing,” his smile feigns innocence. “I’m not allowed to laugh?”
You sniff in annoyance, not eager to fall for his tricks. “You’re allowed to do whatever you want, your highness.” Sarcasm drips from your voice and Tae finds it even more humorous.
“I see you’re still a sassy bitch.”
You gasp, audibly startled by his language and rise from the couch, fists clenched.
“I see you’re still a conceited dick!”
He rises to meet you where you stand, eyes boring into your own with his stupid sexy grin on his face. “I see you’re still not one to back down from a fight.”
You step closer, close enough to feel his breath on your face. Idly, you note it smells like peppermint and you move closer on reflex.
“Yeah? I see you’re still not one to avoid starting a fight in the first place!” you huff.
“Oh, I started it?”
“Yeah, you started it! You called me a bitch!”
You can’t believe this is happening. You feel as if you’re 6 again and fighting with him over a toy.
“A sassy bitch, actually,” he corrects, taking another step forward, bodies touching.
“Fuck you!”
“Only if you say please,” he quips before he closes the distance and presses his lips to yours in a scorching hot kiss.
There’s not even a moment of hesitation on your end, immediately pulling him even closer and wrapping your arms around his neck and allowing his tongue entrance to your mouth. Your body reacts to his instantly, as if it’s wired to respond to him and him only. Your mind was blank of anything except Tae, only Tae please, and you acted purely on instinct alone. And instinct was pulling him closer and begging, more, anything he could give.
The sound of laughter coming from the hallway pulls you apart, neither of you wanting to get caught by Namjoon or Jin. You stare at him, his lips are cherry red and slightly swollen and the image burns into your retinas. He has such pretty lips after you’ve kissed him.
“Oh hey! What’s going on here?” Namjoon asks as he notices the intense eye-battle you’re engaged in with his younger brother.
It shakes you out of the spell, eye contact broken and hypnosis halted.
“Just, errrr,” you falter to find the right words to explain the situation.
“Just getting reacquainted.” Tae sounds completely unaffected, as if the passionate kiss you shared with him seconds ago was but a distant memory. Asshole.
“I’m surprised you two haven’t thrown anything at each other yet,” Jin laughs. “Or thrown yourselves at each other.”
Both you and Taehyung whip to look directly at Jin.
“Her!?” Tae is incredulous. “Gross.”
You’ll never admit out loud that his words wound you.
“You’re an asshole, Taehyung,” you punctuate your words by turning away from him and towards Namjoon, who appears amused as ever.
“Ah, I love when my best friend and my little brother are screaming at each other. Feels like old times. Can one of you cry now to complete the moment?”
Taehyung grumbles under his breath, something you can’t catch, and stalks off to his room. The slam of his door reverberates in the apartment and Jin jumps and turns to yell down the hall at his brother-in-law.
“Yah! Don’t break my apartment! I still owe money on this!”
Despite Taehyung’s appearance every so often in the kitchen or living room, the rest of the night goes on with no annoying disturbances.
Jin spoils you and his husband with expensive food, and the best cheesecake you’ve ever eaten in your life. Plus, you’re given the bowl to lick clean despite a desperately adorable pout from Namjoon you were sure would persuade Jin.
You’re settled on the couch, snuggling in the middle of the couple as an action movie flickers across the big screen tv. Truthfully, you haven’t paid attention to a single thing happening, your thoughts entirely too absorbed in Taehyung and that deliciously infuriating kiss.
Why did he do it? You couldn’t comprehend his reasoning. Perhaps he was doing it to piss you off. He’s never angered you with that level of intimacy before, but you didn’t put it past him.
You’re surprised when the credits of the movie start rolling and Jin and Namjoon fake loud yawns.
“Oh man, I’m beat,” Namjoon lies.
Jin is quick to join. “Me too, I think I’ll pass out the moment I hit the pillow.”
You roll your eyes at the men. “Will you two please go fuck already, I know that’s what you’re going to do.”
Namjoon blanches, but Jin laughs and kisses your cheek. “Ah, my smart, beautiful and chaotic child,” he coos. He leans in to your ear, voice low to keep his husband from listening. “I don’t think I’m the only one in this house who’s going to get pounded into a mattress.”
He pulls back and winks at you, deftly ignores Namjoon’s confusion and sadness of being left out, and drags him to their bedroom with a loud ‘goodnight’.
You’re left to stew in your own emotions, which is never a good thing. Was the tension that obvious? You always assumed it had been one-sided, but the kiss befuddled you more than you’d like to admit.
It finally snapped in your mind, all the dots connecting. That’s why he did it.
He kissed you so you’d stew and simmer and eventually erupt, like you’re doing now. Taehyung knows you too well for your comfort.
You grab your bag of clothes and storm towards the bathroom to change, promising yourself to forget about the kiss and not give Taehyung what he wants.
Except you’re not very good at promises, especially to yourself.
You can’t say you’re excited to sleep on the couch again. While it’s a nice couch, it’s definitely not a bed and your back will pay the price tomorrow. You supposed it was better than the floor, but not by much.
After dressing in your pajamas, a purposefully picked out combination of tiny shorts and a sports bra in case Taehyung happens upon you, you return to your bed for the night in the living room.
Namjoon graciously left blankets and a pillow out for you, and you’re complaining internally about Taehyung the whole time you make yourself a spot to sleep. If it wasn’t for stupid Taehyung and his stupid existence, you’d be sleeping like a baby on the guest bed that you loved. But no, they relegated you to the couch like an animal.
Sleep was not in the cards tonight, it seems. You toss and turn and try to press at the cushions to move a lump around and get comfortable, but it’s all for naught. You’re wide awake and very, very uncomfortable. You didn’t understand how you fell asleep on this very couch earlier in the day. Maybe the mimosas you had at brunch with the couple had been helpful.
A thought crosses your mind. Alcohol. Maybe a nice glass of wine would help tuck you into a peaceful, dreamless sleep. A nightcap. Of course. You were angry at yourself for not thinking of it hours ago.
You slipped out of your disagreeable bed and into the kitchen, trying not to make a sound. Jin’s beloved kitchen was also an echo chamber of noise, even the slightest sound bouncing off its walls and amplifying it through the whole house. You still remember the way you jumped five feet in the air when Jin accidentally broke a plate. It sounded like a bomb explosion.
You bite your lip as you carefully pry the cabinet of wine glasses open, careful to not even allow a squeak of a hinge. You silently beg to stay silent and not wake anyone in the house. You didn’t want to be caught drinking wine at 2 am in the dark, that’s difficult to explain without looking like an alcoholic.
With glass in hand, you tiptoe the fridge to pull out the bottle of merlot, thinking the heavy red wine would be the best to get you sleepy and quick.
You tug the cork from the bottle and pour a healthy amount into the stemware with a smile. Liquid sleep. And you had done it without making a single sound. Perfection. The smell of the alcohol permeates through your nose as you lift the glass, placing it to your lips to take a sip.
“Wine at this hour?” the unexpected voice of Taehyung echos through the kitchen, making you yelp and jolting you hard enough that you drop the hard-earned glass of wine to the tile floor, red wine splashing as the sound of glass shattering is reverberating off the walls.
“Fuck!” You screech at the intruder. Taehyung doubles over, laughing as if he’s seen nothing funnier than what just transpired. “You asshole!”
You listen past Taehyung’s incessant laughter to ensure the owners of the apartment hadn’t awoken during the ruckus. You definitely did not want to face a tired and agitated Jin to tell him you shattered one of his Tiffany crystal goblets.
Beyond Tae, the house is silent and you’re thanking whatever god is listening for keeping your best friends asleep.
The wine is everywhere, spilling into the cracks of the tile and splattered on the walls. The crystal stemware is too; it shattered with such force that you see flecks of the shrapnel in all four corners of the room.
Tae wipes a tear from his face and you square a tempestuous look at him.
“Fucking help me! You made me drop it!”
Through snorts, he replies. “I didn’t make you do anything. You did that on your own.” Although he is arguing with you, he’s gingerly stepping into the kitchen and kneeling to pick up shards of glass.
“I wouldn’t have dropped it if you had come into the room like a fucking normal person,” you grit.
He collects the glass, the delighted grin on his face now permanent. He’s relishing in your annoyance, you know he is, and it burns you from the inside out.
“It’s not my fault you didn’t hear me.”
“You could have turned on the light! Why were you in the dark like a freak?” You’re grasping at straws, anything to pin this all on him. It would quell the fire in your belly to push it all onto him, make you feel as if you’ve won.
Taehyung levels a look at you. “And you weren’t also in the dark? Pouring a gallon of wine for yourself?”
Your cheeks flare red. Fuck, he definitely caught you there. You’re playing verbal poker with him and the hand you’re dealt falls flat compared to his royal flush. He grins, knowing he has you.
“Fuck you,” you snark, you go to insult when you’re backed into a corner.
“Ah, doll,” he winks. “We talked about that. Be careful what you wish for.”
The fire inside you is roaring to an inferno now, flames licking to your core. It’s a complicated mixture of anger and sexual energy. It’s infuriating that he’s able to make you feel every single emotion to the extreme. You hate that arguing with him turns you on, like it’s some perverse foreplay.
You moisten your lips with your tongue as you process his words, and Tae’s eyes hungrily track the appendage as it glides over your lips.
“Fuck. You.” You emphasize perfunctorily.
All thoughts of wiping up the mess are forgotten as Tae drags both you and himself off the floor and steers you to the living room, lips feverish against your own. He pushes you into the couch and tugs his shirt off, before replacing his lips to yours.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot when you’re a bitch,” he groans as he snaps the strap of your sports bra. “Seeing you get all worked up makes me so hard.”
He’s not wrong. You can see through his mesh basketball shorts that he’s sporting an impressive package, rock hard in its clothed prison.
“Yeah?” You bite at his lip.
“Hell yeah.” His hands work to the elastic band under your bust and tugs the offending material off, tits springing free as he throws it to the floor.
“Holy shit,” Taehyung breathes as he gets a good look at your chest.
You shake them gently, grinning as he watches them jiggle. “You like what you see?”
He smirks and pinches a nipple, wiping the coy smile off your face and turning it into a moan. “I like when you’re mouthy, but don’t push it.”
He lowers his head to the nipple he’s still pinching in his fingers, licking at it and replacing his fingers with his mouth. He’s moaning around the nipple, and you’re gasping for more. His hot mouth sucks at you, teeth nibbling and pulling it until you’re whimpering in delicious pain.
“Fuck!” He cries as he pops away from your nipple. “You’re so fucking hot.”
Your body warms at his words, arousal pooling between your legs. You’re sure that your thighs are drenched in your essence.
He slurps your neglected breast into his mouth, ensuring your nipples are equally abused. His tongue is skilled but his mouth is messy, saliva dripping all around your tit and it’s the hottest fucking sight you’ve ever seen.
He’s pulling away again and pinching both nipples with his hands simultaneously. “And you’re so fucking annoying.”
You’re pleading for more or to stop, you’re not sure. He continues.
“Mm, I’m gonna fuck you until you’re a good little bitch for me. Listening to every fucking thing I say.”
He releases your nipples, and you finally find the ability to focus again, staring directly at him.
“Oh, you think you’re that good?” you sass as you attempt to catch your breath. “Put your money where your mouth is.”
Tae grips your chin roughly, face inches away from yours with a sadistic grin. “You’re going to regret those words, baby.”
Instantly, he’s standing up and tugging his shorts down to let his cock spring free. Your brain misfires as you visually measure his cock and your mouth goes dry. He’s thick and long. The bulbous head is dripping pre-cum, begging you to slurp it up.
“How about I put my money where your mouth is,” he suggests as he grabs a fistful of your hair.
He teasingly rubs his cock on your lips and cheeks, makes you whimper with need. Your tongue is sticking out, desperate for him to lay it on you.
“Already so fucking greedy,” he grunts and in one motion, directs his dick into your open mouth. “I’ll fuck your throat, yeah? Greedy bitches love getting face fucked.” He is still for a beat more, eyes searching yours for consent and you nod with his cock still in your mouth. He winks, then begins a rapid pace, his cock fucking into your mouth and throat.
You’re sure you look like a goddamn mess with saliva dripping from your mouth as Taehyung punishes your throat with his thrusts. You gag and moan around him, and he tightens his grip in your hair as you see stars.
It’s indescribable. Never have you felt such pleasure from sucking cock, but Tae commands your entire body, willing you to drip with anticipation.
“My little fuck toy, god you feel so fucking good,” he hisses. “You’re gonna swallow my cum, baby.”
His hips are stuttering, he’s close, and you’re sucking him harder, cheeks pulling in harder to vacuum him in. The pressure makes him groan out loud.
“So good, so fucking good. Get ready for your prize, baby,” his voice cuts off in a gasp, as his cock twitches violently. His legs shake and he doesn’t hold back the moans of his orgasm, gasping as he feels rope after rope spill down your hot throat.
Your big doll eyes are twinkling up at him, lips still wrapped around his cock. Taehyung is sure it’s the hottest thing he’ll ever see in his lifetime. You on your knees, subservient to him and thriving for it.
“Mmm, I like it when your mouth is full like this,” he slowly pulls out of your mouth, albeit reluctantly. “Can’t talk back to me when you’re sucking my cock like a whore.”
You smile and stick out your tongue, pleased to show him you happily accepted his cum.
“Good fucking girl,” he coos as he grips your chin again. “Did you like my cum?”
You nod, brain fried from the heat of the room.
“Use your words,” he grits and grips your jaw harder. It’s enough to shock you into compliance.
“Y-yes! Fuck, I love your cum, Tae.” Your words are breathy and raspy, throat raw from his barrage.
“I knew you would, filthy slut. Sit on the couch.” He orders and you’re quick to scurry and sit on the makeshift bed you made.
His hands are tugging down your shorts quickly. No teasing or seduction here, not now. You lift your hips, and he throws them aside. Your legs close on reflex, making him growl.
“Do not hide yourself from me.” His tone is dark and you can’t help but shiver as you open yourself up to him. You want to talk back, want to fight and bite at him, but you’re quickly losing the ability to even speak, and you’re aching for him.
“Where’s my mouthy little bitch? You’re awfully quiet. Did I finally break you?” He teases, pressing your legs upward, knees to your ears. It’s pornographic how on display you are for him, soaking wet cunt front and center.
“The great Taehyung thinks he can break me with his cock,” you mewl, mustering all the false confidence you can. You’re lying through your fucking teeth and you both know it, but you continue. “You’ll have to do more than that.”
Your pussy is quaking with need now, desperate for a single touch. His hands maintain purchase on the backs of your thighs, holding them up.
“There she is,” he bites at the flesh of your leg closest to him which makes you jerk in his hold. “Gonna fuck the brat right out of you.”
He removes a hand from your thigh and you’re quick to pick up the slack, holding the thigh in place to maintain his open show of your pussy.
“Try me,” you murmur, and you’re instantly regretting your words as a harsh slap descends and lands square on your cunt.
You nearly scream, pain flooding your wanton pussy, before turning into delicious pleasure that stings and tingles right at your clit. It sizzles, and warmth blooms where his hand was.
“That’s for not believing me.” His eyes are feral and you want to bottle this memory forever.
Another slap has your legs trembling, eyes rolling back as the burn turns to a low heat. You’re dripping your wetness down onto the couch and Jin will kill you, but you don’t care.
“That was for calling me a dick,” he smirks.
Smack.
Tears spring in your eyes as the slap brings more pleasure than pain, desperately close to your edge.
“Look at you, you could cum just from this, couldn’t you?”
“F-fuck! Yes, please, I need more, please!” Your cunt is clenching around nothing, desperate for friction and leaking out of you like a faucet. Taehyung marvels at you, legs spread so far, with a cunt weeping with arousal for more. He can’t wait to dive in there, but he’s not finished with you yet.
“More? I don’t know if you deserve more, baby, you’ve been awfully mean to me,” he tsks, breathing hot air on your clit, making you whine.
“P-please! I’m sorry!” You’re sure you will black out with how desperately you need him. You need him more than you need oxygen.
“Beg.”
You’re quick to submit. Thoughts of fighting back are long gone, you’re his wanton little slut now.
“Please, please! Pleaseeeee, make me cum! I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?” He asks with an arch of his eyebrow.
You’re nodding wildly, gazing at him with desperate, watery eyes.
“Anything, I need you so f-fucking bad it hurts!”
By the time the words leave your lips, he’s thrusting two fingers into your cunt viciously, fingering you ferociously. He arches them, rubbing against your spongy g-spot and making you scream. He knows you’re close, knows you only need one little push off the edge. He plays your body like a skilled practitioner.
“Cum on my fingers, baby. Let me see my greedy little bitch milk my fingers.”
Your body and mind react accordingly, deep down you know your body is owned completely by him, all his. Your orgasm explodes and you think you actually scream, your vision is black and your hearing goes silent for a moment as you cum harder than you have in your life. You’re squeezing his fingers with your pussy so tight and Taehyung is gently licking all the juices from his hand with his fingers still inside you.
It takes time to descend from the separate plane of existence Taehyung sent you too, but you come back and watch as he laps at the liquid of your cunt and on his hand like it’s a vital necessity. His fingers remain in your walls, and he refuses to break eye contact with you. You’re positive you could cum again from the sight.
“My little cockslut tastes so good, just how I like,” he tells you tenderly. “Like cherries, so sweet. My little cherry.”
Your cunt is aching and warming back to life as he pulls his fingers out of you. The loss is immense and you’re whimpering for more.
“Ah, ah,” he hushes you. “No whining. You’ll take what I give you. Suck my fingers clean. Taste yourself.”
He presses his fingers into your mouth, earning him a sigh, the taste of you filling your mouth. You swirl your tongue around his fingers and suckle each one to ensure your tongue laves the entire surface.
“Fuck,” he whispers and it’s his first crack in his steel reserve. “Needy.”
He pulls his fingers from your mouth and presses against you to kiss. It’s gentle, sweet, and nothing compared to the man assailing your pussy with slaps moments ago. It thrills you just the same and you return in kind, threading your hands in his wavy hair.
He pulls away and presses his forehead against yours, a moment of gentleness you actively welcome.
“This little cunt ready for me?” He whispers and you’re whimpering your reply.
“Please, fuck me. I need you to fuck me until I can’t walk.”
He grins and presses a kiss to your lips again, sweet and chaste, before he pulls away and slides down to attach those same sinful lips to your pussy.
It’s so unexpected you flinch and manage a cry as his tongue slurps up more of your delicious essence and his mouth moves to suckle on your clit. You’re not sure where the fuck he learned these tricks, but you know now you will never let him go.
“Taehyung!” You cry at the sensation. “Fuck!”
After receiving the reaction he was desperate for, he slips his tongue into your walls deep and gathers as much of you as he can, before he’s pulling back and swallowing you down.
“I couldn’t resist. Your cunt was made for me to devour.”
He doesn’t allow for a response as he throws your legs over his shoulders and lines himself up at your core.
“Condom?” He asks you, and you level a quick look at him.
“I don’t live here! I don’t have any!” You’re savage, terrified he’ll pull his cock away when all you want and can think about is the way he’ll feel pounding into you.
“Don’t be rude, baby,” he reminds you with a swat to your ass. “I’m clean, promise. You?”
You nod quickly, reveling in the spank’s tingle. “Same. I have an IUD too,” you sigh. Thank god for medical birth control implants.
“Good. You’re the only pussy I’m gonna fuck from now on,” he promises. You know you must talk about this later, when you’re thinking rationally and not with your aching pussy.
Your heart stutters and leaps into your throat but all is forgotten as he plunges into your tight heat.
“Ohhhhh shit, ahhh,” he gasps. “Baby, you’re so fucking tight and wet.” He’s on the verge of whining, becoming just as needy and greedy as you. He wastes no time in setting a pace.
His cock fills you completely, his angle allowing him to go as deep as he can, pressing the beginning of your cervix. This is surely what heaven feels like. It feels like the completeness you feel with Taehyung fully sheathed inside you.
It comes alive with flames and explosions as he fucks you, hips pistoning to plunge in and out of you with tenacity. He fucks you like he laces every single thrust with more, more than just sex. He fucks you with purpose.
You’re moaning like a pornstar now, high pitch wails and gasps and breathy moans are all you can manage. “Taehyung, yes! Feel so g-g-good!”
“That’s right baby, scream my fucking name. Make sure all the neighbors know who fucking ruined you,” he nearly spits, cock thrusting into your core at an impossible speed. “I want you to tell all of Korea who owns you. Who owns this tiny little cunt?”
The wind leaves you, and you’re gasping for air, gaping mouth open as you try to reply. It takes him fucking into you harder a few times before you feel it rush back into you.
“You, Taehyung! You! Fuck, I love your cock!”
His thumb rubs at your engorged clit, allowing it the friction it seeks. He bends forward and wraps his other hand around your throat, squeezing.
Losing air combined with the friction on your clit has you keening, so close to the edge. You try to babble his name but nothing comes out.
“Look at my pretty little slut taking my cock so well,” he praises. “You have the greediest pussy, don’t you? You need my cock daily, baby. Need to put my mouthy bitch in her place, remind her who’s in charge.”
He slows his pace but his thrusts are punishing, fucking into you as hard as he can. Your orgasm is climbing so impossibly high.
“F-fuck!” You gasp as he releases his grip on your neck. “Gonna cum! Please let me cum!”
“Yeah baby, cum for me. Cream your greedy pussy all over my cock.”
The world stops spinning as you hit the height of your climax and plunge down. Your vision goes black and your body is quivering and convulsing nearly as hard as your cunt is. Taehyung hisses at your walls sucking him in, as if you’re begging for his cum, begging for more.
“Fuck, good girl, baby, holy shit,” he’s breathless and so close.
You’re overstimulated, boneless, but he wrought two of the best orgasms you’ve ever felt in your life and you’ll be damned if you leave him high and dry. You bite your lip as you move with him, hips pounding against each other. His face is scrunched up and you know he’s close when he’s stuttering on his words. You take over for him.
“Please cum in me baby, please. Fill me up. I’m yours, baby, mark my little cunt as yours.” You don’t know where it’s coming from, but you keep it going. It feels as natural as fucking him does. “Please, Taehyung!”
At the sound of his name leaving you in a whine, he spirals down his own completion. He feels his cock pulse as he empties his load into you, your walls still reverently beckoning for him. He’s calling out your name, grasping at your tits as he finishes and you’re smiling from ear to ear. Your pussy is warm with his seed and you’re positive it’s the way you want to feel every single night.
“Holy fuck,” Taehyung rasps as he pulls his cock out of you. He thrills as he watches his cum follow, slipping out your folds and down your thigh. “I definitely marked you.”
You hum in reply, finally allowing yourself to soak in the haze of orgasmic bliss. Tae presses his head to yours again, kissing you sweetly.
“Come sleep in my bed?” He asks. He means more behind it. He wants to ask you to sleep in his bed every night, stay with him every day, be the one he grows old with. He knows there’s still more to talk about, wounds of the past to heal, but now you’re with him, and he knows he’ll work through anything.
You nod, and kiss him again, understanding his hidden meaning laced in his words.
A sly smile spreads across his face. “Last one to bed has to take the blame for the wineglass,” he teases. Your head spins as if you’ve got whiplash. He can switch from dominating to sensitive to the little shit he is so quick.
“Hey! No fucking fair! You fucked my ability to run out of me!”
“Shouldn’t have been such a sassy bitch,” he winks before he tears away towards his room.
“Taehyung, you’re an asshole!” You call as you limp your way behind him.
From behind Joon and Jin’s door, a critical voice bellows, “YAH! I’ll kill you if you got your jizz on my couch! And what is this I heard about my glass!!? HEY! Those are TIFFANY. CRYSTAL. THE DISRESPECT!”
You slip into Taehyung’s bed and wrap yourself around him, the two of you gasping with mischievous giggles.
Kim Taehyung will always be the one who knows how to drive you wild. He’ll always aggravate and infuriate you, send you reeling.
But now you didn’t think you minded it at all.
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Cause Baby I’m a Pornstar || P.S
Summary: Everyone has secrets, you just didn’t know your neighbour had a very, very dirty one.
Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Reader
Words: Some
Genre: Smut
A/N: Idk if yall got the reference, but the title is a pun with Rihanna’s song Rockstar it’s a genius joke I swear
ᴄʀ: ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱʙᴀʙᴇᴇ
San ver. || Hongjoong ver. || Jongho ver.
To think about what dirty secrets ordinary people kept locked away to themselves ... it's crazy. Everyone has something they hide from the public eye, some darker than others.
You were scared to imagine sometimes, what people hid behind their smiles, what really played in their minds during the night.
However, you never expected to find out that someone so close to you retained such a dirty, filthy, hot secret.
You lived right in the middle of the busy city of Seoul, and the second the flat next to yours became vacant, a young man moved in next to you. Tall, fair skin, dark hair, and twinkling eyes, the man by the name of Park Seonghwa (you'd soon learn), was very stressed about the busy life in Seoul. You quickly got acquainted with him and he was just a treat. He was a great man overall, kind, respectful, funny...
So you were appalled to find your neighbor had an entirely new persona built for himself.
It was the end of the afternoon, about 10 pm, after a long day at work and you needed some kind of release before you went to sleep.
You opened your computer, clicked on your browser, and went straight to the dirty website as you didn't even bother turning on the incognito mode anymore.
Your hand slid inside your underwear and met your folds as a random video you chose started playing. You bit your lip and played with yourself while the hot male from the video fucked into the woman's mouth.
Suddenly, the voice from the video became familiar to your ears. And as every second passed you couldn't stop thinking you recognized those hands... And those arms...
When the camera finally focused on the male's pleasure-filled face, your eyes widened, but your fingers didn't stop.
It was Seonghwa, it was definitely your neighbor Seonghwa. Your friend of about two years was in the screen of your laptop mercilessly fucking some woman.
You found yourself moaning along Seonghwa, and you came in no time. The second you set your pc away and covered yourself with your sheets to fall asleep, the picture of the man that lived next to you clouded your mind. You couldn't believe an angel like him could act like that, could fuck like that.
It was hard to stop thinking about it, and it was certainly harder being around your neighbor.
You hung out at each other's flats pretty often, and the first time you saw him after that, an immense sense of guilt washed over you. You came watching him fuck someone, you came because of his moans, and now you were sitting on his couch eating pizza with him.
His hands, that prior to that night were just hands, and his pink, plump lips became something you wished for all over your body.
Eventually it became too much to not bring up, but it would be awkward to just... ask him. What were you gonna say? 'Uh hey I came across your porn videos, nice work.'?
Seonghwa told you he worked on a gas station with some messed up shifts, thus him needing to leave his house at different hours all the time, and you never really had a reason to question it, until now.
You were hanging out in your apartment, sitting in the stools by your kitchen counter and talking over some beers, as you tried to hide your nervousness. Seonghwa thought you'd been acting a little weird, but he never really brought it up because if something had happened and you didn't want to tell him, he didn't want to make you uncomfortable by asking.
Sometime around 9 pm, he'd been there for a while and you had calmed down and forgotten about the whole porn ordeal. That was, of course, until his phone died.
Seonghwa's phone's battery died, and when he noticed it, he groaned in displease. He groaned. You nearly spat out your drink at the familiar sound, and decided that you couldn't hold it any longer.
You put your drink down in the marble counter and looked away from Seonghwa.
"Hey, uh, Seonghwa, where did you say you worked again?" You asked, pretending not to know anything.
You could try to blame your cheek's rose tint on the alcohol, but you knew well the reason behind it.
There was no response to your question, only a chuckle. You were surprised to hear it, and quickly looked at him in confusion.
Your perplexed expression quickly changed into a shocked one, as you found the man staring back at you. His eyes no longer had that characteristic shine to them, instead, they penetrated yours with a dark look, and his lips formed into a smirk.
You visibly stiffened at that. Seonghwa slowly stood up and towered over you.
"So you found out about it, hm?" He asked.
If you could get any more flushed, you had just gotten. You just gulped and looked up at him, giving him no response, which seemed like enough of an answer to him.
He chuckled once more as he bent down slightly to whisper in your ear.
"Did you come? Did you come as you watched me?"
You looked down at the ground, but he forced you to look at him when he held your chin. One of his hands trailed down your arm and rested on your thigh, giving it a slight squeeze.
"It's okay baby, you can tell me."
"I- I did..." You confessed, shyly.
Suddenly, he pressed his lips on your cheek, on your jaw, and finally, below your ear.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this for..." He whispered, as the hand on your thigh gave it a harsher squeeze.
He pressed his lips against yours, softly, waiting for you to respond. You were frozen for a second, not knowing what to do, but you naturally gave in and kissed him back, while your hands held his face.
Seonghwa pulled away for a second and caressed your face. His touch was always soft, but his eyes seemed to want to devour you.
"I could bend you over and fuck you real good over this counter, but I think you'd prefer to lose your virginity in your bedroom, no?"
You blushed slightly at his comment. You were a little embarrassed to be nearly 23 and still a virgin, but he was right nevertheless. So, taking the hint, you stood up and took his hand, leading the two of you into his bedroom.
As soon as the door closed, he took off his t-shirt, exposing the chest you were now familiar with.
"Undress for me."
"What? Seonghwa I don't think-"
"I said, undress for me." He cut you off, as he sat on the bed waiting for you to begin.
You shyly and slowly removed your shirt, followed by your pants. Before stripping from anything else, you made eye contact with Seonghwa. He had lowered his pants until mid-thigh, and his eyes were hungry for you. He bit his lip as he palmed himself through his boxers.
"Go ahead baby, I wanna see all of you."
You complied with his words, removing your bra first and then your panties, excruciatingly slow in Seonghwa's opinion.
In a matter of seconds, his pants were completely off and he was standing behind you, chest pressed against your back as he grabbed your ass and laid soft kisses on your neck.
“I’m gonna break you baby.”
His words sent a shiver down you spine and made your legs feel weak.
He then grabbed your waist and moved you to the bed, laying you on your back.
Seonghwa quickly moved to your lips, violently making out with you this time, sucking and biting on your lower lip at every chance he got. The friction that his hard-on trapped under his boxers was causing against your womanhood made you moan onto the kiss, and he pulled away.
"I want you to suck me off baby, yes?" He asked, caressing your hip with his thumb.
"Y-yes Seonghwa."
He flipped you over, so he'd be sitting on the bed and you'd be settled between his legs, ass high up in the air as your hands encircled his length, playing with it before shyly sucking on the tip.
Seonghwa threw his head back and moaned, just like in the videos you had seen.
You were nervous, as you were doing this for the first time and didn't want to mess it up, but his moans were an incentive to do more, and so you took as much of him as you could in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down a couple of times. His fingers tangled in your hair and pushed your head down for a couple of seconds, until you had to pull out for air. A string of saliva connected your mouth to his cock, and he absolutely loved it.
You already looked so fucked out... Lips red and swollen, eyes teary and breathing heavily. He placed his hand on your cheek and laughed a little.
"You look so pretty, so fucked out already, and I barely even started."
"Seonghwa..." You moaned out.
He flipped you back around, sternly this time, and stripped from his boxers. He bent over you and while he teased your clit with the tip of his cock, he bit down on your neck harshly.
You didn't even try to hide your excitement, as you just let your moans fill the room.
"Please Seonghwa, please fuck me."
He instantly pulled away from your neck and stood on his knees. Seonghwa's hand grasped your neck, applying some pressure on it.
"God, I should have done this sooner, you don't know how long I've waited to fuck you. You're so fucking vanilla, so, so innocent." He bent down to whisper in your ear. "I wanna make you a dirty bitch for me."
Your eyes rolled back into your skull and you almost came at that.
"Seonghwa please, fuck me..."
He didn’t need to be asked twice, as he slipped into you. Although his instinct (and will) was to slam into you and take you right there, he stood like that for a second, giving you time to adjust, and then started moving very slowly, since he didn't want to give you any pain.
When you started moaning however, that was a whole another story. He grabbed your hips for stability and increased the pace. You were moaning very loudly, and Seonghwa had to focus hard on not coming before you did.
"Seonghwa, I-" you could barely speak, but you tried your best to get a whole sentence out "Seonghwa I think I'm gonna come."
"That's okay baby, release it, come on, come for me."
And, with his permission, you clenched around him, moaned his name and your hands gripped the sheets beside you.
Seonghwa had his mouth agape while he watched your face as you climaxed, and, soon enough he pulled out of you and came all over your stomach.
He fell beside you, and, when your eyes looked into each other, the both of you laughed at your state. Neither of you imagined you'd end up like this...
"So," Seonghwa started, intertwining his fingers with yours "am I as good as I make it seem in my videos?"
You laughed a little at his attempt to tease you.
"No, you're better."
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hi julia 💙 tinder au? i have just fallen in love with it
ok yall. here it is. the highly requested and long awaited tinder au. i probably have like 20 messages on my inbox rn asking for this.
anyway, here's day 3 for yall!! enjoy!!
pt 1 // pt 2 // pt 3 // pt 4
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Rowan Whitethorn was the mastermind behind his own misery.
He had been kicking himself for his stupidity for the past week, ever since that godsdamned wedding he had gone to with Aelin. The event had confirmed his suspicions: he liked Aelin Galathynius. A lot.
And it was his own fault that he hadn’t asked her out.
He had been the one to say that they should remain coworkers and nothing more. He had just been so shocked to see the woman he had matched with on Tinder at his place of employment he hadn’t really known what to do. So, he said something foolish.
For a while now, Rowan’s attraction towards Aelin had been growing. It had been easy to ignore at first, brushing it off and contributing it to the fact that she was a pretty woman. But, even in those months where Aelin had enraged him, she still managed to enthrall him. He thought about her smile far too often. About the dusting of freckles on the bridge of her nose, the sound of her laugh, the smell of her perfume. Mostly, he thought about the dances that they had shared at that wedding. A small taste of what could have been if Rowan hadn’t been such a rutting idiot.
If he could take back that foolish decision, he would.
Now, his choice haunted him everyday. He would watch Aelin at work, see other men and women give her appreciative looks and flirty smiles, leaving Rowan in a constant state of morbid anticipation, waiting for the day she reciprocated some of that attention and he would be left behind.
Rowan lingered by the personal training desk, knowing he should be planning the workouts for his clients for the week, but his attention was pinned across the gym. Aelin was working today with a new client that he had never seen. He was in his mid-twenties, tall, blonde. Good looking, and obviously very smitten with his trainer. Rowan ground his jaw as the man sent a charming smile to Aelin. He wished her back wasn’t turned towards him so he could have seen how she responded.
“Keep on clenching your jaw like that and you’re going to break a tooth,” a feminine voice said teasingly.
Rowan tore his gaze away from Aelin, finding Lysandra leaning against the desk, ivory cheeks flushed pink from her own workout.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Lysandra scoffed and rolled her eyes at the obvious lie. “You may be fooling yourself, Rowan Whitethorn, but you’re sure as hell not fooling me.”
Rowan pressed his lips together tightly, looking back at his clipboard and trying to ignore the woman beside him. However, that wasn’t suitable for Lysandra.
“If you ask her out she’ll say yes,” she said casually.
Rowan scoffed. “She seems perfectly happy with that pretty-boy over there.”
“She’s settling for that pretty boy over there because you aren’t giving her the attention she deserves.”
Rowan sighed and looked back at the woman beside him dryly. Her dark brows were narrowed, lips pinched in annoyance. It was clear she wasn’t happy with him.
“Listen, Rowan,” she continued, “I’m not going to tell you what to do. But I will tell you that if you don’t get your shit together and finally ask Aelin out, she’s going to move on. And you’re going to make yourself extra miserable.”
Rowan didn’t have a response for that, simply holding Lysandra’s gaze more a moment longer before she stomped away towards the locker rooms, leaving him alone at the desk.
Deep down, he knew that she was right. Just watching Aelin conversing and mildly flirting with another man was driving him crazy. He didn’t know how he’d feel if she actually returned one of her many admirers' sentiments. Pissed off, most likely, that he had missed his chance. And that he had no one to blame but himself.
That was likely the thing that had been holding him back for so long. Admitting that he had been wrong. Gods, there was nothing worse. Absolutely nothing.
Rowan didn’t want to admit that he was biding his time, but he was. Waiting for Aelin to be finished with her client so that he could make his move. And potentially suffer a thorough tongue-lashing from the object of his desire. He couldn’t imagine that she would find it amusing that he was coming crawling back after being the one to request the space between them in the first place.
After what felt like an eternity, Aelin and her client finally made their way off the gym floor. They stood not too far away from him, but with the music and the sound of others chatting, he couldn’t really hear what they were saying. He pretended he didn’t notice them, anyway.
Eventually, they said their goodbyes, the man sending Aelin one last flirty smile until he swaggered off in the direction of the locker rooms.
Luckily for him, Rowan didn’t even have to muster up the courage to go up to Aelin. She instead came over to him, leaning over the desk and grabbing her own clipboard. What pissed him off was that she barely even seemed to notice him.
“Hey,” she breathed casually, jotting something down.
“Hello, Galathynius.” Good gods, why did he sound so stiff?
He waited a few more heartbeats, hoping that she would strike up a conversation, but she was terribly focused on whatever it was that she was writing.
Rowan quickly grew tired of waiting.
“Are you going out with that guy?”
Aelin’s pen froze mid stroke, and Rowan’s instincts told him that he had said something wrong, and danger was lurking near. She looked up to him, a wicked tilt to her golden head.
“Would it be a problem if I was?” she drawled.
Rowan ground his jaw, refusing to back down at the fire in her eyes. “Don’t go out with him.”
Aelin blinked once before scoffing. She tossed her clipboard to the side, spreading in legs in what Rowan could only describe as a fighting stance and crossing her arms over her chest. “You cannot be serious right now.”
Rowan stood straighter. “I’m completely serious. Don’t go out with him.”
“You must be smoking something if you think you have any say over who I do or do not go out with.” She pointed a well-manicured finger at him. “Let me remind you that you were the one who said we should just be coworkers.”
“Believe me, I remember.”
“Then what changed your mind so suddenly? Huh?”
“You did, Aelin.”
For once, it didn’t seem that Aelin had a snappy response up her sleeve for this one. Rowan seized the rare moment of silence, taking a deep breath to steel himself before moving closer and continuing.
“Aelin… I really like you,” he began. “I have since we met. Before that, even. I had been so excited to meet you in person after talking that night and then you were here and you were my coworker and I… I reacted stupidly.”
Aelin’s lips were pressed together tightly, a sign that she wouldn’t interrupt until he said what he had to say.
“I was afraid of what might happen if something went wrong,” Rowan admitted. “If we went out and you realized you didn’t like me as much as I liked you, and I had to see you every day at work and be reminded of that. I was a coward because I didn’t want to face that particular torture. But… I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. And I know that if I never admitted it, I would regret it for the rest of my life.”
There were a few moments of painful silence as Aelin considered his words.
“So, what?” Aelin said. “You just expect me to jump into your arms now that you decided you were finally ready to grow a pair and ask me out? You think I was just going to wait for you?”
“No. I know you’d never wait for a man. I know that you’re strong and independent. I’d never expect that from you but…” Rowan reached out slowly, taking her hand into his and giving her fingers a firm squeeze. “I hope that you’ll be able to forgive my stupidity and let me take you out on a real date soon.”
For a few, too long heartbeats, Aelin stared down at where he held her hand. Rowan had never felt more nervous than he had in that moment. It was maddening.
But, she eventually tilted her head up, and her face had softened, a smile on those full lips of hers. She gave his hand a squeeze.
“Gods, I thought you would never ask.”
It was Rowan’s turn to smile, beaming at the woman before him. “So, that’s a yes?”
She nodded once. “It is. You can pick me up at eight tonight. I expect something nice, I want to dress up.”
“I look forward to it.”
Aelin laughed, a beautiful sound, before she closed the distance between them and brushed a soft kiss against his cheek, thoroughly stunning him as she slipped away, smiling at him the entire time.
“And don’t forget the flowers,” she called, striding across the gym. “Kingsflame are my favorite.”
“Noted.”
Aelin held his gaze for another wonderful moment before she turned, striding over to meet with a woman he recognized as one of her regular clients. Once he was sure she was no longer watching, he brushed his fingers over the spot where she had kissed him which still burned pleasantly.
He would make sure everything went perfectly tonight. There was no way in hell that he would mess it up and ruin his chance with this amazing woman. Aelin was unlike anyone he had ever met before.
He knew one thing for sure. Aelin Galathynius was the one for him.
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in the stars - chapter 5
pairing - aaron hotchner x reader
warnings - canon-typical criminal minds violence, stalking, unhealthy coping mechanisms, drinking, angst
summary - “Please,” he said, staring you straight in the eyes. “Don’t go.”
a/n - i really love this chapter! cant wait to hear what yall think :DD also for reference i aged jack down just a year so hes 3 when haley passes away, about to turn 5 when reader & aaron get together. i dont claim any dialogue straight from Emma as mine! (emma dialogue is in italics)
masterlist / series masterlist / read it on ao3
chapter 4 / chapter 6
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You were hyper-aware of the new way the team was looking at you as you entered the conference room. You shot a very anxious glance up towards Aaron, grateful for the very brief- but soft- glance he gave you before the business side of him took over again. You could feel the ghost of his hand hovering over that protective spot on your back again as he led you up towards the table.
It felt like your eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets, upon seeing the seemingly endless piles of photos in front of you. Your brain was struggling to process everything that was laid out in front of you and you felt your heart rate start to pick up; seeing it in person was worse than anything your mind had created in the drive here.
“Y/N.”
Your eyes shot up to meet the voice and you saw Spencer looking down at you with a look that was just on the edge of pity. “We tried to sort the pictures into piles of time relativity. Would you be able to go through them and help us create a firmer timeline?”
You nodded at that, vaguely aware of Aaron pulling a chair out behind you. You gladly slid down into it. Seeing Emily start to pick up one pile and push them towards you made you nervously laugh, the stress of the moment and how uncomfortable you felt forcing it out. When the entire team gave you a weird look you said, “Sorry, it just reminded me of last time.”
You gently picked up the stack of photos, trying to hold them as lightly as possible. The knowledge that the unsub had packaged these himself sent a shiver down your spine. You knew it was silly, but you somehow felt that by touching the photos you were somehow also touching the remnants of the unsub.
The first stack you easily dated as around four years ago, just from your hair; you’d drastically changed it for a role. You thumbed through the photos and could feel the knots in your stomach growing even tighter. Most of the photos were blurry and relatively distant from you, as if the unsub was still getting comfortable with what he was doing.
“This was four years ago, I had to change my hair for a role and I’ve never had it like that before or again.” You said quietly, pushing the pile back to Emily.
She nodded, giving you a gracious smile before pushing the next pile towards you. Your face fell immediately; something the team equated to how much more personal these set of photos seemed to be. You fanned the stack out in front of you. There weren’t many, as if even the unsub could recognize the inappropriate- ha!- nature of capturing you like this. In all of them you looked worn down, as if a cloud was following you everywhere you went.
“This was about two years ago.” You said flatly. It took a moment, but you could see everyone connect the dots in their head and suddenly the room felt very small.
Thankfully, the next pile was rather average and you guessed that this was just an ‘extra’ pile of photos that didn’t really seem to fit into a cohesive timeframe. As you scanned over them, one caught your eye and you pulled it a bit closer to you. You pointed a finger at the sign behind you.
“This is an exclusive club house, it’s difficult to get into. Security’s intense and everyone that enters has to sign in.” You informed the team. JJ reached out and grabbed the photo, putting it to the side for later.
You turned your attention back to the pile, making sure to give each photo a proper amount of attention, desperate to notice something useful.
“This one,” you said, pulling a blurry photo of yourself out of the pile. You were moving too fast for the camera to properly capture you, but you recognized the outfit. “I was wearing this the day Officer Reynolds told me you all were coming, isn’t this the outside of the station?” You said quietly.
JJ moved that photo to the ‘save for later’ pile as well. You gently re-stacked the pile and passed it towards Emily, waiting for the next one.
You watched as Emily seemed to be literally holding her tongue as she pushed the next pile towards you, a certain playful glint in her eyes. Once you were able to look at it, you couldn’t help but snort. You could feel Aaron tense up besides you, but you could find the humor in it. The ‘Aaron’ pile.
You fanned the stack out like you had done with the others, giving special attention to the details behind you. These were much more difficult to place and a much smaller pile, considering how careful the two of you had been.
“These must’ve been in DC?” You questioned, not really expecting an answer. You looked up towards Aaron, raising an eyebrow as if to give him the opportunity to share his thoughts. “Whenever he came to LA, I had an iron grip on our security but it was a whole different field in DC-”
Your sentence fell flat as your eyes went wide, nearly surging out of your seat up towards Aaron. He gave you a worried look, unable to place the sudden anxiety that had taken over you. “What about Jack?” You asked worriedly, “if he knows about you he must’ve found out about Ja-”
Aaron stopped you, putting a very gentle hand on the top of your shoulder, “He’s okay, I promise.” He said, using his hand to lightly push you back into a seated position. You nodded at that, eyes still wide, but your body seemed to deflate, the tension slowly leaving you.
The rest of the team was quiet, recognizing the personal nature of the interaction. But it was impossible for them not to notice the way your bodies reacted to each other. The way your body’s natural response to a stressor had been to move closer to him and the way he angled himself in a protective stance around you near simultaneously.
Emily pushed the final pile in front of you and you couldn’t help the corners of your lips pull up in a soft smile. You fanned out the stack of photos, taking a good look at all of them. They all seemed to either be promo photos or film photos of your time filming Mamma Mia in Greece.
“This is definitely from Greece. But some of these are definitely promo photos, it’s why I’m ‘posing’ in a few of them.” You said, pushing out one that visually made your point.
“What about this one? It feels a lot more intimate than a promotional piece.” Emily asked, pulling one out from the stack. In it, you were standing on the dock, face close to the camera. You had a big smile on your face and your thumbs up.
“On set, we had a handful of little disposable cameras that everyone could use.”
“Do you have any memory of who owned the cameras?”
“I…,” you paused, eyebrows scrunched tightly in thought, “I don’t know. The studio distributed all the photos after the movie came out. They’re pretty public at this point, it was five years ago.” You said weakly, feeling really disappointed in your lack of help. “I’m sorry.” You added.
Morgan stepped up closer to the table. “Don’t be okay? Now we know that the unsub has connections in Hollywood and we know he must be wealthy enough to fly to DC on a whim if he thought you were there. That helps narrow things down.” He assured you.
“Are there any specific photographers that you’ve noticed? Or any guy you feel like you’ve seen too many times and it’s no longer a coincidence?” Spencer asked.
You shook your head quickly. “I’m really used to cameras flashing in my face.” You said impishly. “I can remember a lot of fans that I meet, but if it’s just someone behind a camera I don’t think I’d really notice it at all.”
You felt Aaron move away from you and towards the computer at the end of the table. He clicked a few buttons and suddenly a woman's face popped up on the screen. You recognized her immediately from all the stories and photos you’d seen. Penelope.
Aaron brought the computer closer to where you were and her mouth dropped open for the second time today.
“Oh my god! Hi! Wow! I am, I am such a fan. I just-, you’re always so-”
“Garcia.” Aaron interjected but you raised your hand at him, giving him a ‘shoo’ gesture. The rest of the team had to stifle their laughter.
“Hi, Penelope right? I’ve heard so much about you.” You said sweetly, leaning a bit closer to the camera.
“Wow! Okay, I can’t believe this is-”
“Garcia, I need you to pull up visitor logs from a clubhouse that Y/N used to visit. I want you to cross reference it with other visitor logs of recent film sets she’s been on and her housing development. She’ll be able to give you a more comprehensive list.” Aaron interjected, and this time you let him.
You turned back to the screen, giving Garcia another smile. “The clubhouse is called Royal Blue, the picture couldn’t have been more than…, I think three years ago? But I’m not sure.”
“Alright…, okay the visitor logs seem to be locked tight, but never too tight for me. What are some of those movie sets?”
“The earliest photo is what? Five years ago?” You asked, looking around at the agents for approval. “Yeah, five years. So Mamma Mia, to start, Little Women. I’m working on Emma right now.” You droned, listing various movie sets you’d worked on in the past five years.
“Oh my god! I have so many questions about Mamma Mia. Like what was it-,” Garcia’s question trailed off as she caught sight of Hotch giving her a firm stare from behind you. “Right sorry, alright. I will break into the clubhouse and cross reference all of these lists to see if anyone comes up more than once. It was so nice meeting you, I hope we get to-. Alright, hanging up now!” Garcia said in a rushed voice. You watched her click a button on her end and the screen went black.
You leaned back into your chair, staring up at the rest of the team . “So…,” you said, drawing out the word, “what now?”
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“What are you doing?” Aaron’s asked, voice coming out from behind you.
You comically froze, hand just short of picking your keys up from the table. You slowly turned to face him, straightening your tote bag over your shoulder. “Oh! There you are, I was just on my way to come find you.” You said lightly, trying to diffuse some of the tension in the room. Aaron didn’t say anything, waiting for you to go on. “Johnny and I have plans tonight.” You said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world
On your part, you’d already forgotten about the whole ‘I’m on a date’ aspect on your earlier phone call with Aaron. In your mind, there wasn’t anything inherently suspicious about you going to spend time with him in the evening.
Aaron was viewing the entire situation in a very different light. When he had first come around the corner, he noticed how nice you looked. When the two of you had finally returned to your place you immediately went up to your room, disappearing for quite some time. He had originally thought maybe you were upset, the cognitive interview hadn’t revealed anything and even though he knew you didn’t really believe in their accuracy, he also knew how badly you wanted to be of ‘use’ for the case.
In your time upstairs, you had changed your outfit and styled your hair just enough to give it that ‘unstyled-styled’ look. It’s not like you were glammed out or anything, the only reason you’d put on a nice outfit was on the off chance you were photographed- hopefully not by the unsub-, on your way into Johnny’s apartment.
“And what is it that you’re supposed to be doing?” Aaron asked, trying to keep his voice as nonchalant as possible.
“Um, nothing much,” You said with an awkward laugh, when he was still looking at you expectantly you tilted your head. “I’m supposed to go to his place and we’re gonna run lines for the scenes we’re filming this week.” You explained.
“I can’t endorse you going out at night. Especially to someone’s home that we don’t have eyes on.” Aaron said firmly.
You rolled your eyes at that, picking up your keys. “Johnny’s fine, he’s been in the same place as me when nearly all the bodies were discovered.” You argued, putting one hand on your hip.
“With the recent development in the cases, I can’t let you do this.”
You started to walk towards him, intending to go around him. “Aaron-”
His hand shot out and gently grabbed you by the arm, stopping you from getting past him.
“Hey!-”
“Please,” he said, staring you straight in the eyes. “Don’t go.”
Your mouth fell open slightly in a mild form of shock. ‘We’re just running lines, I really need-”
“I’ll do it with you.” Aaron interjected hurriedly. “We’ve done it before, I’m not too bad at it, huh?” He said teasingly.
You pondered that for a minute. You and Aaron had run lines together plenty of times in the past, it was always something you got a kick out of, seeing Aaron try and morph into whatever character he was reading for. And while it wouldn’t be as productive as running them with your actual co-star, you reasoned it’d still be good enough. And as much as you hated to admit it, Aaron probably had a point about you not going out, especially in the evening.
“Fine. I just need to go call Johnny and tell him something came up.” You huffed, pretending to be more annoyed than you were.
“Here,” you said, reaching into your bag and pulling out your script, “I already have most of my lines memorized, I’ll just need you to fill in if I miss any. I have a pink sticky note denoting the scene we were going to start with. You’re reading as Knightely. I’ll meet you in the living room, alright?” You said, pushing the script into his hands as you walked around him towards the kitchen, pulling your phone out at the same time.
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“No, I’m just saying I think it’d be more believable or whatever if we did a few more like nonchalant meals before like, running errands together or something, ya know?” You said lazily into the phone, holding it between your ear and shoulder as you used your hands to mix up a drink for yourself. Out of the corner of your eye you caught sight of the Dalmore. You reached out with one hand and carefully pulled it down, still remembering exactly how Aaron liked to take a drink.
“What meal really screams ‘we’re dating’? Dinner? That’s like the longest meal of the day, that’s gotta show some sort of commitment.” Johnny asked.
“Hm…,” you droned, “well we just had a lunch. If we want to kick it into high gear, we should do breakfast. Perfect ‘just spent the night’ remedy.” You said with a snort.
Aaron cleared his throat behind you and the sound made you jump. You pulled the phone away from your ear and saw you’d been blabbering for nearly half an hour.
‘Oh. Sorry.’ You mouthed to Aaron, before pulling the phone back to your ear. “Hey Johnny gotta go, but we’ll figure it out later! Yeah…, for sure, bye!” You hung up and placed your phone on the counter. Then you grabbed the drink you had poured for him, holding it out.
“It’s Dalmore.” You said plainly.
“I’m working.” He responded.
You rolled your eyes at that and held it out more aggressively. “Take it.”
You watched happily as he begrudgingly took it out of your hand, though you knew it wasn’t too difficult for him. You picked up your own glass and tucked your phone into the waistband of your pants. “Ready? Sorry, got carried away.”
While the two of you walked back into your living room, it was obvious something was bothering Aaron. You briefly wondered if something had developed in the case that he wasn’t telling you.
‘What is it?” You asked.
He looked down at you, confused. “What is what?”
“Don’t play dumb, you have a tell.” You explained, stopping to look up at him.
“I do not have a tell.” Hotch replied annoyedly.
“Yes you do.”
“No, I don’t.”
“If you want to be a baby about it, fine you don’t have a tell. Tell me what’s wrong anyway.”
“I’m trying to understand why you lied about not having a boyfriend nor seeing anyone recently. We’ll need to fully vet Johnny and look into his files, even if you don’t see it becoming serious.” Aaron near spat.
You snorted. “What do you mean lied?”
“You very clearly told me you weren’t seeing anyone, yet today has proven those claims to be false.”
“I know that sometimes, I like to be a huge pain but I’m serious, what are you talking about? I’m not seeing anyone.”
“Your co-star, Johnny? You told me you were on a date with him today. I just heard you on the phone make plans to stay with him overnight. I saw the pictures of-”
“Stop! Oh my god, I can’t believe you actually believed that.” You said, unable to hold back the laughter that bubbled out of you.
“Believed it? You’re the only who told me!”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have assumed you read through the lines. Johnny and I have been going on publicity dates. We’re just friends.”
“What were you supposed to be doing tonight then?”
“We were legitimately going to run lines. Maybe get ice cream, we’re trying to determine the best ice cream in LA.”
That’d explain the outfit, Aaron thought.
“And the phone call I just heard?”
“We were debating which meal screams ‘dating’. He thinks it’s dinner. I think it’s breakfast, ya know, cause it implies you spent the night.”
“Why didn’t you tell me that, before.”
“Don’t you remember when I had kinda the same thing with Timothee during Little Women? They made us hang out a bunch so the tabloids could just do their thing. I just assumed you’d fill in the blanks.”
Aaron was staring at you as if you had two heads. It was almost like you could see the gears turning in that head of his. Internally, he was more than embarrassed for how upset he’d gotten over the idea of you with someone else.
When it seemed that Aaron had nothing else to say, you started to walk again, not stopping until you were both back in your living room. You plopped down in ‘your spot’ on the couch, playfully patting the space a few cushions down that Aaron typically sat in.
“Crack open that script, I hope you looked through it. If you’re making me stay home, you better be useful!” You said pleasantly, trying to change the atmosphere into something more playful.
Aaron awkwardly sat himself down on the couch next to you, picking the script back up. As you watched him flip the script open and further acquaint himself with the lines you couldn’t help but feel a sharp pang in your chest. It was such an unavoidable reminder of the way the two of you used to run lines together when you were still dating. You had learned early on that Aaron best showed his affection through acts of service and he actually wasn’t that bad at delivering a line. Since the two of you were rarely together in person- it’s not like you’d let him waste a visit with you building a shelf or running an errand-, running lines with you was the easiest way for him to feel useful.
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Four Years Ago
“Okay Jack, you ready?” You asked, smiling down at the young boy standing across from you. He was dressed up in his winter clothes, despite the blazing heat of the summer. You and Aaron had tried to talk him out of it, but he demanded it’d be the only way for him to fully get into character. And who were you two to deny him? The sweet boy nodded, barely being able to contain his excitement as he bounced up and down on his feet.
“Alright, places everyone!” You yelled out, holding the diy paper clapperboard Jack had made for you. You held it out from your body and did a very exaggerated clapping motion. “Action!” You said, quickly throwing the clapperboard to the couch.
“Carrots!” Jack said, his voice more than enthusiastic for the role.
“Huh?” You said, heavily overselling your voice and reaction. Even with the one simple word, Jack was already in giggles, struggling to keep it together.
He leaned in closer to you, standing up on his tiptoes. “Behind you!”
“Oh! Right, excuse me.” You said, stepping to the side and gesturing to the ‘carrots’ behind you.
You made your voice really low to play the next part. “Woh, a real howler in July, yea? Where ever could it be coming from?” You asked, placing your chin in between your thumb and pointer finger.
Jack kept giggling at your ‘deep’ voice, he held his ‘script’ up to his face to read his next line. “The North Mountain.”
You jokingly ran a hand in front of your face, signaling a character switch. “North Mountain.” You stage whispered. You ran your hand in front of your face again, going serious. “That’ll be forty.” You said, holding your hand out with a ‘gimme’ gesture.
Jack smacked your hand gently to ‘give you’ the money. But after his face fell ever so slightly. “Can we skip to when Daddy gets to come in??” He asked, giving you those big eyes you couldn’t possibly say no to.
You stood back, putting your weight on your back leg with one hand on your hip. “Hmm.., I think that could be arranged.” You reached over to grab the clapperboard. “Alright everyone! Back to places, but let’s start at ‘Hi everyone’, okay?”
Jack nodded excitingly and turned back to where he knew Aaron was standing, partially hidden by the hallway. “Places daddy!” He urged, pointing to where he should come stand.
Aaron came out from around the corner and you quickly covered your mouth with your hand, trying to hold in the laughter. Aaron had a big white hat on his head and had let Jack put a small orange dot on his nose. You and Jack had definitely double teamed poor Aaron, dragging him into your little ‘movie game’ as Jack liked to call it. The three of you had started doing this a few months ago, Jack loved ‘running lines’ with you and you were more than happy to oblige him. It had started when a sleepy Jack had stumbled into the living room one night when he couldn’t sleep and he saw you and Aaron running lines for one of your other movies. Jack had taken to it so much you ended up ‘hiring’ him to help you with your more child friendly roles.
“Alright, alright. Quiet on set!” You said, making a big deal of you bringing your index finger up to your lips in a ‘shush’ motion. “Action!”
“Hi everyone. I’m Olaf. And I like warm hugs.” Aaron recited robotically , very clear that he was reading directly from the paper. You smacked your hand back over your mouth, unable to control the giggles. Once you started laughing, Jack fell into his own fit of laughter; both of you fueled off the others amusement.
Of course, when you finally pulled yourself back together, a quick look at the way Aaron was standing with fake annoyance across his face and his arms crossed tightly against his chest sent you back into fits of laughter.
“Are you two done?” Aaron asked, no true malice in his voice.
It was rare that the three of you all got to spend time together. He’d been wary of introducing you to Jack. It wasn’t really a ‘you’ thing, but it was more of how Jack would be able to deal with it. There were the typical worries, what if you and Jack didn’t get along? Or what if you two did get along really well but then you and Aaron broke up and it hurt him even further? While you never intended to try and replace his ‘mom’, you still worried that your chaotic schedule would somehow hurt him, skewing his perception of yet another ‘parental’ figure. Not to mention the issues with him being able to keep your identity and presence in his life a secret; he wouldn’t even be able to tell people like Uncle Rossi that his dad was seeing someone.
But now, you’d been with Aaron for over two years. And Jack had known about you for about a year now. And everything had been going perfect. Jack was a stellar secret keeper, the unfortunate events of his childhood maturing him faster than any child deserved and he was able to fully understand the importance of the situation. The two of you had taken to each other quite quickly and every night the three of you would have a ‘bedtime’ call; even on the nights when Aaron was busy with a case you’d still call Jack on your own. You loved spoiling him with whatever hot new toy was popular among kids his age or getting him special early copies of movies before they came out. Aaron used to get on you about it, saying it wasn’t necessary, but you argued it was the most necessary thing in the world.
And now here the three of you were. Nestled away in Aaron’s apartment in DC. You had just flown in after wrapping up a shoot abroad and were just in time for the start of summer. Even though your career was at a seemingly new high, you had managed to secure a relatively empty summer. After long consideration and planning you and Aaron decided it’d be a nice treat for Jack to go spend a month or so with you in LA. You’d consulted heavily with many of your friends who kept their children completely hidden from the spotlight and had hired an airtight security team to assist you the entire time. Aaron was supposed to come out when he could, but you were all aware of how turbulent his poor schedule could be. Schedule permitting, you all would spend the next three days at Aaron’s apartment before you and Jack took off.
“Daddy! You sound like a robot.” Jack said, scolding Aaron. His voice brought you out of your thoughts and you looked down at him with a big smile.
“Daddy’s just no good at this huh?” You asked, shaking your head. “He’s no match for our talent, Jack!”
“This is really hot.” Jack said, holding up his arms. He must’ve been sweating his butt off in all those winter layers.
“You’re kidding me! I wonder who could’ve seen that coming.” You said sarcastically, reaching over to pull off his big hat and zip down the first of multiple jackets he put on. “I’ve heard that ice cream cools you down…,”
“Ice cream!’ Jack exclaimed, his eyes lighting up. He didn’t even look to his father for ‘permission’, knowing by now you had the most sway in the house.
“Go put on some normal clothes okay? Wouldn’t be fun if you passed out in your ice cream bowl, huh?” You told him, ruffling his hair before he dipped under your arm, making a mad dash for his room.
“He hasn’t even had lunch yet, you know that right?” Aaron asked, giving you a fake stern look as he walked over to where you were standing.
You rolled your eyes at that, reaching up to snatch the white hat off his head, letting your arms fall loosely around his neck. “Does it upset you that I’m always the cool one?” You asked teasingly, reaching up on your tiptoes to press the gentlest kiss on his lips.
He gave you one of his small smiles, reaching down to press a second kiss to your lips. “How was your flight in?” He asked, one of his hands wrapping protectively around your waist as the other one found its way by your hair, gently stroking down it the way you liked.
You let your head relax against his touch and pretended to think for a moment. Instead of answering you reached up again, pressing your lips against his, pressing yourself closer to him. You both thought you could stay this way forever; it being the first time you saw each other, in person, in nearly two months.
“Gross!” Jack’s voice seemingly cut through the two of you. Aaron was the one to pull away first, quietly laughing so only you could hear.
“Later.” He promised in a whisper.
You loosened your grip on him, turning to face Jack. “Oh Jack! Funny seeing you here, ice cream, right?”
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Present Day.
“Page 103, right?” He asked, skipping to the bright pink sticky note you had used as a place marker.
You jolted out of your memories, feeling the heat rise up your neck as you prayed it wasn’t too obvious you had just completely zoned out.
“Yep!” You squeaked out, “page 103, line 19, you start.” You said, waving your hands.
“And I do envy him, Emma. In one respect he is the object of my enemy, you will not ask me why, you are, you are determined, I see, to have no curiosity but I cannot be wise-” He started, keeping his eyes near glued to the page.
You frowned, shaking your head a bit. “Stand up.” You ordered, already getting to your feet.
“Excuse me?” Aaron asked.
“Stand up,” you repeated, motioning upwards with your palms. “This,” you said, motioning between the two of you, “doesn’t feel right if we’re seated, we’re supposed to move around in this scene, it’s supposed to be painful.” You explained.
He slowly stood up, looking at you for permission to start again.
“From where you left off, please.”
“I must tell you, Emma, what you will not ask! Though I may wish it unsaid the next moment-”
“So do not speak it.” You cut in. “If you wish to speak to me, as a friend or to ask my opinion as a friend I will hear whatever you like.”
“As a friend, Emma. That I fear is a word, tell me Emma. Have I no chance of ever succeeding?” He asked, looking up at you for further approval, you nodded and he continued. “My dearest Emma, my dearest, you will always be my dearest most beloved Emma, tell me at once. I cannot make speeches, if I, if I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more-”
“Let’s do a different part, yeah?” You interrupted, voice incredibly tight. You ducked from his gaze, reaching to bring your glass to your lips.
“Isn’t this the scene you have to practice?” Aaron asked, raising his brow at you.
“It doesn’t matter,” you replied, taking a long sip, “any practice as the character will be helpful.”
“If this is the one that’s troubling you, we should go over it.” He pressed.
“Page 56, start at line 9.” You ordered, throwing back the rest of your glass. “Read it over, I’ll be back.”
Before you could fully turn to go and refill your glass, Aaron lunged forward and grabbed your arm, pulling you towards him. The sudden movement caused you to stumble, throwing your hands out to steady yourself against his chest.
“You’ve been drinking a lot.” He stated, repositioning his grip on your arm.
“Am I not allowed to have a drink or two in my own home?” You challenged.
“What are you running away from?” Aaron asked, his voice so gentle it made your knees weak.
“You.” You whispered, after a long pause. You looked up at him with sad eyes and only found confusion in his. “I can’t, I-, don’t you see how funny it is? Your character is desperate for mine to be with and my character is the one to deny yours.”
Your confession pulled sharply on his heart. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything, not sure there were any words to appropriately apologize for how he had treated you.
“Why didn’t you ever call?” You asked, voice so quiet he almost didn’t hear you.
“I, I-” He stuttered, unable to think of an answer fast enough.
“I waited for weeks,” you said, looking up at him with a look that nearly brought him to his knees. “I waited so long and you never called.”
He brushed the hair out of your face, letting his hand fall gently against your cheek. His thumb caught a stray tear that had started to fall, softly brushing it away. “I don’t know.” He responded, his voice as quiet as your. “I don’t know, you didn’t deserve that.”
You pressed your face into his hand, closing your eyes as you felt more tears managing to sneak past you. He was finally admitting words you had dreamed of hearing for years, but yet you were unable to find any joy in them.
“You didn’t deserve that.” He repeated, sliding his hand towards the back of your head, pulling you firmly against his chest, while his other arm wrapped tightly around your waist. You let your body relax into his, slowly bringing your own arms up loosely around his neck.
You felt him gently press the faintest of kisses to the top of your head. “I’m so sorry angel.” He mumbled into your hair.
You pulled your head out from under him, looking up at him with big eyes. The two of you were silent, basking in each other's presence. Your eyes flickered down to his lips multiple times; something he duly picked up on. Just as you began to push up on your toes, nearly pressing your lips to his, eyes half closed in anticipation, his phone rang out.
You froze, falling back onto your heels with a small sigh. “Answer it, I’m getting a refill.” You said, pulling yourself out of his grasp. He gave you an uncertain look, as if he wanted to pull you back in and ignore the call completely.
You wagged a finger in front of him, shaking your head. In on fluid movement, you grabbed your glass and nearly ran out of the room
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It took you ten minutes to calm yourself down and another five to hype yourself up to return to your living room. And that was after you had made yourself a new drink.
When you entered the living room, Aaron’s back was to you; still locked on the phone. The tension was clear in his shoulders and your eyes drifted down to his free hand that you knew would be clenched in a fist. It was.
“Thank you Garcia, tell the team we’ll be there soon.” He said, pulling the phone away from his ear and hanging up.
“Aaron?” You asked.
He rolled his shoulders back, trying to loosen some of the tension from his shoulders for your benefit. He slowly turned back towards you, his face pulled in frustration.
“LAPD just reported another body.”
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❤ 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸𝐷 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑁, 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝐴𝐿𝑊𝐴𝑌𝑆 ❤
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bella swan x fem! reader.
lowercase intended.
this story takes place during new moon. also, i love edward cullen as much as i love bella swan but in this story, edward cullen has no rights.
me and my homies all fucking HATE new moon edward cullen.
anyways, if you like this, please give it a 'like' and tell me if you like it because it'll mean the world to me :(
thank you and enjoy!!
WARNINGS: smut. there's not a lot of it, it's mainly just oral and somewhat dirty talk. again, not a whole lot of anything, really. it's mainly fluff with somewhat smut. idk??? either way. i hope yall like it.
(y/n) stirred in her sleep, the floor below her squeaking loudly due to her continuous movements. she couldn't stop squirming around, couldn't get comfortable in the slightest, no matter how much she tried to do so.
(y/n) tried her best but didn't - couldn't - succeed. she was constantly stirring as she tried to rest.. no matter what position she tried, no matter how many melatonin gummies she had previously taken before as well, nothing seemed to work. both her thoughts and heart were racing, she knew they wouldn't stop or slow down any time soon, either.
they kept going, running and running, it was as if her thoughts were a horse, racing to the finishing line but the finishing line was so far away, so out of reach, she couldn't seem to catch up to it. as for her heart, it was hammering away against her chest, rapidly.
though, she knew it was physically impossible, (y/n) swore her best friend - bella swan - could hear (y/n)'s heartbeat drumming and jack hammering against her chest. but all was silent in the room, other than the faint snores drifting away from bella's lips and (y/n)'s heavy breathing.
the thoughts that clouded her mind were nothing but pure filth, such sinful things that'd make even the devil red in the face and cause him to go speechless. all these thoughts were about bella, too.
(y/n) knew it was wrong to think such thoughts about your best friend, especially one who just went through a break up not too long ago but she couldn't help herself.
truth be told, she always did have an attraction to her best friend, ever since the two were children, actually, (y/n) always had a crush on bella.
of course, she didn't know what those feelings were as a kid, she just thought bella was pretty the way flowers were and the way the sky was when it'd drastically change colors, have it be a sunset or a sunrise, it didn't matter because they were a beautiful sight to her, as was bella.
The marriage of warm honey hues and deep caramels spun in bella's eyes, her brown hair was long and wavy, it flowed so smoothly down over her shoulders and across her back.
as of the moment, however, her hair was a bird's nest and in every other angle, strands of hair poked out from her sleeping, restless face. it actually made (y/n) giggle faintly as she bent forward, sneaking a peek at her best friend.
she had done this every other time within the night, sneaking a glance, here and there, just to watch how beautiful she slept - how peaceful she looked.
but (y/n) also was quick to lay back down against the sleeping bag she was oh so, uncomfortably sleeping in. the moment bella rolled over and shifted in her sleep, she'd be quick to shut her eyes and play pretend, afraid of bella waking up and seeing her, gawking at her, googly eyes and a lovestruck expression across her face.
she didn't want bella to think she was a total creep, for gazing at her like that, especially as the girl was elsewhere within her own state of mind, more than likely, dreaming of her ex boyfriend, edward, too.
the reason they were having this sleepover, anyways, was because charlie - bella's dad - suggested it. said that bella could use a friend, especially with edward getting up and walking out on her for whatever, given reason that may be, nobody expect bella knew. and even then, bella didn't say anything about it. she kept quiet.
but even then, no words needed to be spoken, bella's expressions and body language were more than enough of a dead giveaway; she was still so hung up about the cullen boy.
at least, this is what (y/n) thought. everyone in forks thought that. expect, as she's thinking about bella, lost in her own thoughts, she hears a faint whimper, coming above her.
eyebrows furrowed and bottom lip tugged between her teeth, (y/n) sits up and at first, she hesitates, wondering if she should wake bella up herself or go and get charlie.
charlie warned her that bella was having nightmares, waking up in the middle of the night, she'd yell on the top of her lungs and cry until there were no tears left. expect, before she could make that decision, she hears the whimpers growing louder, thus giving her the explanation and the answer to the question she had yet asked.
bella wasn't having a night terror, no, instead she was touching herself. and she was touching herself to (y/n).
"a-ah.... oh... (y/n)..." bella's voice is hoarse, groggy, it's as if she had just woken up. (y/n) felt foolish for not having picked up on the sudden noises before but there they were - the faint buzzing and the soft, slick sound of bella pleasuring herself with said toy. once she recognized the sound, she couldn't unhear it.
(y/n) now, having known what it exactly was that she was doing, she could hear it a little too well. it sent her own core throbbing, begging to be touched. the thin layer of cloth she wore around her thighs, a poor excuse of a pair of panties if you ask her, began to leak with (y/n)'s arousal.
but there, she lay, as stiff as a board, unable to move. until she heard bella's voice. then and only then, did she feel her heart begin to pick back up with speed and the butterflies that she desperately tried to hide began to flutter and fly deep within her stomach, sending an endless amount of feelings to flood her.
"(y/n)? i know you're awake... i know you can hear me. i can practically read your thoughts, too. read you like a book. i've known you since, well... forever." bella giggled but her voice cracked, giving away at the last sentence she spoke, it was as if she was on the verge - the edge - of coming undone. and completely oblivious to the fact, bella was, indeed, on the edge of an orgasm. and she needed (y/n). now, more than ever, she needed her best friend.
"i know you want me, (y/n). i won't lie, either, i want you too... and i also know you want my pretty pussy as much as i want yours."
(y/n)'s breath hitches in her throat and she solemnly swears her heart stops beating. fully sitting up, her (e/c) eyes meet with bella's hazel ones. "are you sure? you aren't just saying this because-"
bella shook her head, quick to reply before (y/n) could even mention her ex boyfriend's name. bella didn't want to hear about him. not now, not ever again. he broke her heart but here (y/n) was, always there to pick bella up when she fell. bella, herself, felt like an idiot for not realizing her feelings sooner.
yes, she loved edward, and a little piece of her always probably would love him. and yes, she'll also think about the endless possibilities that could have happened in the future with edward but....
as she looked at her best friend, bella realizes that she'd rather remain as a mortal and die, loving this girl than love an immortal who left, even after claiming he loved her and wanted to spend forever with her.
she'd rather be with (y/n) the girl who never gave up on her, even in the most difficult times.
this was her forever. and as dull and depressing as a human may be, especially one so scared of dying, bella wasn't afraid anymore. being with (y/n) made her feel alive.
and again, she'd die, happily, as long as it meant (y/n) was by her side throughout it all.
both bella and (y/n) knew, too, nothing would ever tear them apart. no matter what, they'd always be together.
friendship or relationship, at the end of the day, it'll always be them.
"yes. i'm sure. i'm positive. i want you now more than ever. i.... well, i've been thinking about it for awhile. often, i should say.... you're the only friend - only person - who has remained by my side, not just with this breakup but even when i lived thousands and thousands of miles away. you sent me letters and packages.... hell, when i told you i finally got a laptop. you were the first person in my inbox. you sent me multiple emails, all of which mainly contained of nothing expect, 'i miss you's.'
you were always there for me. and even now, even when i had pushed you away for a boy who could care less about me, you were there. i love you, (y/n). and i am so sorry it took me so long before to realize."
by the time, bella was done talking, (y/n) scrambled up on her feet (she nearly fell in the progress, too) and pushed bella down against the bed, instantly crashing her lips on the other girl's.
smiling in the kiss, bella happily kisses back, murmuring a soft, "i love you," against (y/n)'s lips.
"and i love you." (y/n) replied. the kiss was short, simple and sweet. it would have lasted longer and bella was upset when (y/n) had pulled away but (y/n) giggles softly and explains why she ended the kiss so soon, so quickly.
"what did you say earlier, by the way? you know.... about me, wanting that pretty pussy of yours? is that offer still on the table, bell?" (y/n) whispered, seduction easing its way into the words she spoke. bella shuddered, feeling her nipples harden and her cunt throb as (y/n) talked.
"y-yes." bella stammered, blushing deeply as she chewed on her bottom lip. "will you? please? 'm still so wet." bella continued, the blush on her cheeks only growing a deeper and darker red as she confessed this.
in one swift movement, bella holds the toy up, proving her statement. the toy was small, no bigger than her and (y/n)'s fingers combined.
the only light in the room, other than the faint glimmer and glow of the lights hung up above bella's bed was the pale light of the moon, peaking out from the curtains. even with little to no light, (y/n) could tell the toy was soaked with bella's wetness.
"lay on your back. spread your legs for me, want to see your full pussy on display for me. won't you do that for me, bells? be my good girl and show me your cute cunt?"
like earlier, bella shuddered at (y/n)'s words and throwing the comforter off of her, she gets cozy and lays on the mattress, her breathing heavy as she watched (y/n) spread her legs apart and before she can even register what's happening, she feels the soft but wet tip of (y/n)'s tongue in between her folds.
"oh." bella mewled, throwing her head back against the pillows behind her head. edward never touched her, other than a few awkward kisses, here and there. he always said he was too scared he'd hurt her. how ironic, being the fact he still managed to hurt her by leaving her. not so much in the bedroom because they never got around to it.
but he was gone now and (y/n) was here, showing and proving that she was better than that heartless, and undead son of a bitch.
"(y/n) please..." bella whimpered, tugging on her lower lip harder as she felt (y/n)'s tongue go deeper inside. a moan leaves her lips before she could say anything else.
(y/n), taking her clit in her mouth, bella squeals with delight and surprise at the sudden action.
"oh, fuck, yes~!" bella moans, throwing her head back, her hand finds its way into (y/n)'s hair, curling her fingers around the stray few pieces that slip between her fingertips.
"eat me out, baby, just like that. you like that, hm? like the taste of your best friend's cunt on your tongue? fucking devour it, baby, eat me out as if i'm your last meal. oh, (y/n)!!" bella's voice grew louder, more needy, by the second.
(y/n) as quick as ever, flicks her tongue again and again, over and over, against bella's clit, her lips hollow over her womanhood and she licks all around, taking in bella's juice like a cum slut she was.
bella seemed to enjoy it, with the way she was withering and shaking above her. there's that, of course, and her, growing wetter the more (y/n)'s tongue and lips hover over her cunt.
so, there was the answer to the question she had yet asked.
being the ultimate tease, however, (y/n) pulls back and replaces her tongue with the toy that bella used earlier, slipping it in easily as the wetness of herself continues to leak out.
"oh, fuck!" bella exclaims, she's quick to cover her mouth with the palm of her hand, however, reminding herself that her father was downstairs, more than likely, passed out on the couch with a repeat of last year's game on the screen.
if he had heard her yelling, (thanks for that, edward) he'd be quick to run up the stairwell, careful on his feet so he wouldn't trip and he'd burst through the door, seeing if his daughter was okay and if she needed him like all the other times he had heard her, screaming and hollering.
of course, if that were the case; he'd see bella, being eaten out by her best friend, tears of pleasure and satisfaction rolling down her cheeks, bottom lip clamped between her teeth, all while (y/n)'s face was full of her pussy, her chin glistening with her juices.
as her one hand covered her mouth, her other had left (y/n)'s hair and was digging into the comforter, her nails digging into the flower printed fabric.
"that's it, baby, yes, yes, oh, FUCK. fuck me like that, please, don't stop, oh please, don't stop." bella's words ran together as she was getting closer and closer to an orgasm. the slur in her speech made it seem as if she were drunk, more than anything.
"fuck me like a whore, (y/n), please... want you. need you so bad. 'wan be a good girl for you and cum just for you, babygirl, please."
more than happy to do so, (y/n) does exactly that. removing the toy, (y/n) replaces the opening of bella's cunt with her fingers, pumping her fingers back and forth; in and out. she does this while shoving her face back in between bella's thighs.
meanwhile, bella bucks her hips into her best friend's mouth, her lips falling down into a little 'o' shape as the familiar heat pools in the bottom of her stomach and continues to build. her teeth clench together as her feet arch up and her toes curl downward.
"oh god.... oh, (y/n).. i'm coming!" bella's words, like earlier, have not changed because the palm of her hand was still clamped over her mouth, therefore the words that left her lips were muffled.
as the girl rides out her high, the other gal remained in the same position, licking and swallowing all the cum that bella just let loose, happily slurping it up. the girl below was obviously messy.
even in the dim lighting of the room, bella could see her best friend's face was covered with her own arousement, it was dripping from her lips and her own wetness - she noticed - was sticking to her underwear and was beginning to leak, the drip sticking to her thighs. had she really came, untouched?
the thought made bella hornier, if that were even possible.
"was that okay?" (y/n) was the first one to speak up and her voice came out in a whisper. it took bella a moment or two to process the words and piece them together. giggling, bella is quick to sit up and crawl over, pinning (y/n) to the bed and kissing her.
"baby, that was wonderful... you made me feel so fucking good so great. i love you so much." (y/n), hearing bella confess this, squeals with happiness as she kisses her best friend - girlfriend? - back, smiling widely into the kiss as they lay there, lovingly interlocking lips with one another. "but..." bella pulls away, her cheeks flushing as she continues with her sentence, "how about me? can i have a taste of you?"
goosebumps prickle her skin at the question and eagerly, (y/n) nods and grips onto bella's arm, her fingernails digging into her skin as she practically begs for it.
she needed this so bad.
wanted bella so bad since all those summer's ago.
"please, bella..."
giggling and smiling - oh, how (y/n) loved seeing her smile, especially knowing she was the reason behind it - bella nods as she trails down, opening (y/n)'s legs and doing the exact same thing that (y/n) just did.
"oh... bella..."
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throughout the night, bella and (y/n) took turns, pleasing and pleasuring the other. soft, gentle whispers of 'i love you's' left their lips at any given chance, at any free moment they had.
by the end of the night, bella forgot all about edward cullen, all she could think about was (y/n).
as for (y/n) she was - though, she wouldn't dare say this to her best friend -
(well, girlfriend)
(bella asked if it was okay if they put that label on themselves and (y/n) laughed and pulled her into a passionate yet hungry kiss, "i've been waiting forever for you to ask me... yes, bella, i'd love to be your girlfriend.")
but she was glad edward was out of the picture, too.
(the two girls came out to charlie the next morning and completely unfazed, he nods and presses a steaming cup of coffee to his lips, sipping on it slowly before he spoke, “at least you know you have my approval.”
charlie, too, was more than happy to see edward gone and out of the picture. he liked (y/n) a lot better, anyways.)
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