#i have a suspicion one of these is written by one of your mutuals but idk which one all of these are good and still HOLD UP OVER TIME wow

[fangswbenefits]

Sharing is Caring (II)

Summary: Things get complicated, but you find yourself sharing a bed with Miguel… once again. Too bad someone else is in the room.

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x spider-woman!reader

18+. Sharing one bed. Semi-public. Blue balls. Sexual tension. Mutual masturbation. Creampie. Implied cockwarming.

* ˚ ✦ Part 1. (you don’t have to read it to enjoy this one, though)

You were fucked.

Extremely fucked.

Not only had the anomaly managed to slip through your fingers, effectively disabling the trackers scattered around, but you were also fucked, because now you were left to deal with the aftermath of a very intimate encounter with Miguel.

It was nearly five in the morning and the night was nowhere near being done. Fortunately, it had stopped raining, which helped with visibility and grip, and having Lyla assist you as in replacing the faulty sensors was also very much welcome.

“Sensor 24 up and running,” the AI’s sing-song voice announced, as the device bleeped green.

You leapt over the railing, shooting a string of web to the side of the hotel, so you could swing through the window.

As you landed with a clumsy thump, you noticed Miguel had already gotten back from his reconnaissance check.

He looked positively… pissed off.

Great.

“Lyla, call her,” her grumbled, checking his watch.

“Already did,” she announced, appearing by his shoulder. “Want me to run a diagnostics of the perimeter once again?”

“Do it in five minute intervals,” he said flatly. “The anomaly must be nearby.”

You removed your mask and considered sitting on the bed, but were soon reminded that not even thirty minutes ago, you were getting fucked by Miguel.

A shudder ran through your body.

“You okay?” he asked, his narrowed eyes on you.

You shrugged. “Sure.”

The problem with having impromptu sex was that now you were left to deal with the soreness between your legs, and the frustration of an orgasm that never came to be.

Did Miguel feel the same way?

Your eyes roamed his body, and you find yourself glaring at his-

“Hey! I need you to focus,” Miguel said with a snap of his fingers. “There’s still a chance we deal with it tonight.”

You were about to snap back when a loud distorted buzz filled the room, swirls of flashing lights nearly blinding you, as the inter-dimensional portal expanded quickly in pulsating waves.

Through came Jessica Drew, followed closely by Peter B. Parker.

Fuck.

“What are you doing here?” Miguel growled, pointing at Peter.

“What?” he asked, eyes widening in confusion.

Miguel wasn’t known to be a very patient man, and you reckoned his patience was now hanging by a thread. “I called for Jess. Not you.”

Jess let out an exasperated sigh. “Easy, Miguel. We were both on the same mission.”

He straightened up, but crossed his arms. “Right.”

“Care to explain why I had to leave to be here?” she went on, resting on hand on her swollen belly. “How did you lose track of the anomaly?”

He exchanged a brief look with you. “The sensors didn’t alert us in time.”

That was true.

“Weren’t you supposed to be monitoring, regardless?”

“We dozed off,” you chimed in. “Momentarily! Just for a while.”

Not really true…

Jess glanced at you, suspicion written all over face.

“Sleeping on the job,” she then chuckled, eyeing Miguel deviously. “Didn’t think you’d ever do that, Miguel.”

He narrowed his eyes menacingly. “We weren’t sleeping. We were just resting our eyes for a moment.”

A blatant lie.

“What’s that on your neck?” Peter suddenly asked with a worried look on his face.

Oh….

You let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the tender hickey spot. “Bug bite.”

“Allergic reaction,” Miguel blurted out at the same time.

Fuck.

You shot him a murderous look.

Jessica arched an eyebrow. “Which one is it?”

“An allergic reaction to a bug bite,” Miguel said with a shrug, growing visibly annoyed.

A wave of relief washed over you momentarily. That seemed plausible enough.

But…

“Oh, really?” she asked with a knowing smile. “What bug? A spid-”

But Miguel was already cutting her off. “We don’t have time for this!”

Peter walked to you, craning your neck to the side. “You should have it checked. It looks serious.”

Ah, Peter… ever the innocent.

“Jess, you stay with us,” Miguel says, dragging Peter away from you at once. “We need an extra pair of eyes.”

She frowned. “No. Peter stays. I need to get some sleep,” she said, patting her belly.

“No!” Miguel growled.

“Actually, I was thinking of heading back home,” Peter drawled out, rubbing the back of his head. “Mayday should be waking up soon.”

“And I’m pregnant,” Jess shot, holding her chin high.

Peter swallowed and fell silent. The deal was sealed.

“Lyla, any updates?”

The hologram popped up instantly. “No, boss.”

Jess glanced over at you one last time, before stepping into the portal once again. “You should really have that checked. Whatever bug did that seems… vicious,” she then slipped into the vortex, which vanished behind her.

You momentarily froze in place, feeling the dread of realisation hit you like a ton of bricks.

She knew.

“I’ll be right back,” Peter drawled out with a yawn and a stretch, disappearing into the bathroom.

The moment you heard rhe door click shut, you turned to Miguel.

“An allergic reaction to a bug bite?” you hissed.

He scowled deeply. “Because simply saying bug bite sounded ridiculous.”

“She didn’t believe it, regardless.”

Miguel was suddenly towering over you, his face twisted in annoyance. “Then why does it matter?”

“Because… you gave me a visible hickey!”

It was a silly thing to get upset about. There were worse things in life than having Miguel O’Hara marking you as a result of built up sexual tension.

But you didn’t want to give in.

“Got carried away,” he whispered. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah…”

He cleared his throat. “But I have a problem.”

You looked up at him. “What problem?”

“Well…” he said, glancing at the bathroom door.

“Peter?”

“No!”

You clicked your tongue. “Then what?”

His placed both hands on his hips and glanced down.

Your eyes followed suit.

Oh.

Oh.

“What? Why are you… what?” you stuttered in disbelief at the sight of the outline of his hardened cock.

“Biology, remember?” he said through gritted teeth. “It’s not going away.”

You somehow managed to tear your eyes from the impressive bulge. “Go jerk off, then!”

He had you walk back until you hit the wall behind. “It won’t go away.”

Had you just given Miguel blue balls?

“How’s that my problem?” you huffed, staring intensely into his crimson eyes.

“This is all your fault.”

“Oh, really? I thought we were blaming Biology.”

Before Miguel could retort, the sudden squeak of a door being swung open, had you slipped past him.

Peter emerged, eyeing you both. “Oh, I see what this is.”

Miguel had to move strategically in order to hide his raging boner from him. “What do you mean?”

“I know what’s up with you two,” Peter said, with a playful grin. “All the whispering and whatnot.”

Great.

Were you two that transparent?

“Huh…”

Miguel had pursed his lips.

Peter paced closer to you, eyeing you with a knowing smile. “You’re deciding on Jessica’s birthday present, right?”

You blinked a few times and heard Miguel exhale nearby.

“Right? I knew it!” he threw his arms in the air as if he’d just won the lottery.

In truth, you were simply baffled at how innocent Peter could be. The immediate weight that was lifted off your shoulders was enough to draw a laugh from you.

“Sure!”

“Of course, Peter,” Miguel said, voice dripping with his trademark sarcasm. “We went on this mission, so we could go through birthday checklists.”

A layer of pride settled on Peter’s face. “Ah! You’re growing soft, Miguel.”

You winced at his poor choice of words.

“But fear not!” he said as if he was about to fight off the anomaly himself. “We’ll take turns watching. You two can get some rest and properly plan it out,” he then pinched his thumb and index finger together and dragged them across his lips. “Your secret is safe with me.”

Miguel didn’t budge at first, but you were all too grateful to stop this insane conversation altogether.

“Thanks, Peter.”

“Of course,” he smiled widely, pacing to the open hotel window, leaping into the the sky night.

You shot Miguel one last look before slipping inside into the comfort of the bedsheets, welcoming the softness.

But you were sorely mistaken if you thought Miguel wouldn’t have followed you.

Your heart skipped a beat. Or two.

You had turned to face the wall, hoping he’d take the hint, and leave you be.

But once you felt his erection pressing into your ass, you knew you were a goner.

There was something extremely empowering about having a man like Miguel be so needy and desperate.

He scooted closer until his breath fanned your ear. “Can you just…”

You scoffed, pride swelling inside you. “Go ask Biology to jerk you off.”

“Whawt?”

“You keep blaming it, so…”

Silence fell between you two.

His hand then came to grip your hip. “It’s you.”

“I didn’t catch that,” you said, feeling his thumb rubbing gently, as he pushed the top half of your suit increasingly higher.

He rolled his hips into you, letting out a shaky moan in your ear that had your skin raise with goosebumps.

You flipped onto your other side to fully face him, and Miguel immediately took your lips with his, kissing you hungrily.

His hand dragged the fabric all the way up until he managed to expose one breast, breaking the kiss only to move down to suck on your hardened nipple.

The thought that he might be too much vaguely crossed your mind. For the second time that night you were meeting a side of Miguel that you had never seen before.

A side you much preferred.

Your fingers dragged through his hair, silently praising him.

In no time, you watched his digital suit disintegrate, giving you full access to the beautifully sculped body underneath.

He gripped your wrist and lowered it until your fingers grazed his cock. Knowing fully well what he craved, you wrapped them around it, earning an immediate jerk of his hips.

“Miguel…” you moaned, letting him freely fuck your hand, spilling more and more precum.

He released your nipple and had his forehead resting on your shoulder, his hand on top of your, making sure you squeezed tighter and tighter.

It didn’t take long for your hand to be soaked with precum, making it easier for him to slide up and down.

You squeezed involuntarily and a gush of wetness spilled into your underwear, your body yearning for him to fill you up with his cock.

He moved his hips deliciously, and you focused on taking in the wet sounds that filled the room as well as his breathless grunts.

But such bliss was short-lived as you heard Peter bolting into the room with a swish of his web.

Well…

Miguel immediately stilled, letting go of your hand.

You didn’t let go of his cock, instead peeking over his shoulder only to find Peter rolling out a sleeping bag on the floor.

He then turned to face you, and your head immediately slumped against the pillow, eyes on Miguel’s.

“Are you okay?”

“What?”

Peter’s voice was but a whisper. “Your heart rate is accelerated.”

Ah… spider senses.

“Yeah… I’m just a bit tense… it’s fine,” you muttered, feeling Miguel’s cock twitch in your hand. “Go get some rest. I’ll take over.”

“Oh! Thank you,” he beamed. “Mayday has been giving us terrible nights, and I could use a few minutes.”

You watched as he fluffed out his pillow before settling down on his back with a yawn.

Miguel’s breathing has steadied momentarily and you eventually let go of him.

But he quickly got a hold of your wrist.

The implication of that action wasn’t exactly subtle and you widened your eyes.

“No,” you mouthed right away.

His crimson eyes had darkened and you spotted his fangs from behind his lips.

You shook your head vehemently.

This was a bad idea.

But as soon as Peter’s snores tore through the room, you felt your heart clench.

“Peter is right there… he will hear it!”

He pressed an urgent kiss to your forehead. “We’ll be quiet. I’ll help you be quiet,” he promised, pressing his cock further into your already soaked crotch.

Your eyes fluttered shut, and just as you were about to let out a low whimper, you felt his hand cover your mouth, effectively reigning it in.

“Quiet.”

The other travelled down painfully slowly, palm grazing your exposed breast briefly, before resting just above the waistline of your suit.

“You have to be quiet,” he warned in a barely audible tone.

You nodded and he lifted his hand from your lips.

“We shouldn’t…” you muttered under your breath.

But your words were not matching your actions, as you dragged your hand covered in precum across his hard chest, taking your time to gently rub his nipple with your thumb.

You thought Miguel had stopped breathing altogether, but soon realised he was merely attempting to hold back a moan.

His fingers quickly slipped past the the waistline, finding your clit and drawing small circles. You had to bite your lip hard to suppress a whimper, rolling your hips into him.

You found his cock again, gripping it desperately and giving him a few pumps that matched the tempo of his strokes.

The thrill of indulging in such experience even when someome else was in the room, and with the increased chances of being caught, merely added to the pleasure you were already feeling.

“You’re doing good,” Miguel praised you through a shaky breath. “So good…”

Impatience took over and you wiggled out of your bottom half of the suit, allowing you to grant him betterr acces, as hou parted your legs.

He immediately seized it and slipped one finger inside.

You had to clasp your hand over your mouth to keep from groaning, eyes fluttering shut.

His breath was on your ear again. “Can you take one more?”

You nodded, not trusting your voice. A second finger immediately joined the first one, slinding inside effortlessly.

Feeling that you had managed to keep yourself under control, you dropped the hand covering your lips to grip his cock.

“And another one?”

You shook your head, fearing that would be too much. He pressed a kiss to your neck with a sigh, as he fucked your hand in a slow rhythm.

The knots of pleasure in your lower abdomen let you know that you were headed towards the precipice. You kept on riding his fingers relentlessly, your mind suddenly hazy from the feeling of being so full of him already.

“I’m close…” he mouthed, his breath shaky and cock twitching.

He had bared his fangs, and you thought you’d combust on the spot, realising he was truly overwhelmed with pleasure.

Finding your voice again, you whispered sensually, “Where do you want to cum?”

His eyed widened, pupils fully blown.

Your hips faltered briefly, grazing your clit across the palm of his hand. “Inside?”

He pressed his eyes shut and dug his fangs into his lower lip. “I won’t last.”

“I know,” you moaned, dragging thumb across his tip, feeling more droplets of warm precum coating your skin.

Peter suddenly let out a loud snore that made you jolt.

“Are you close?” Miguel asked.

“I’ll be with you inside me.”

You shifted on the mattress, and he removed his fingers from you at once, a wet sound filling the room.

Your body shuddered from the loss, but you soon felt his tip proding your entrance.

Before you could take another breath, he jerked his hips and slipped past your fold effortlessly.

His hand was on your mouth again, and this time you could taste yourself, as he struggled to keep your moans at a minimum.

It was also evident the sudden position was taking a toll on him. His steady pace was faltering with each passing second.

You soon entered the familiar point of no return, feeling an intense wave of pleasure tear from within you, blinding your vision with each pulse and contraction. It took all of your not to moan out loud even against his hand, the few shreds of sanity having a hold on you.

Miguel joined you, clearly not able to withstand the rhythmic squeezes around his cock as you reached your high.

Your caught a glimpse oh him biting the back of his other hand hard. He would for sure draw blood with his fangs, but you couldn’t even stay properly focused.

He bottomed out as deep as he could, spurts of cum coating your squeezing walls.

The two of you were struggling to breathe, shallow pants surrounding you.

“Oh my god! Butterfly!”

Peter…

You jerked away from Miguel in distress but with him still buried deep inside you, catching a glimpse of Peter sitting on the floor, breathing rapidly.

“Go back to sleep. It was just a dream,” you said with a smile.

Miguel pulled you into an embrace. “You did good.”

“Me? Not Biology?”

He scowled deeply.

“You can slide out now…” you whispered with a yawn.

Miguel didn’t move. “I want to stay a little longer likes this.”

Masterlist

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o’hara x fem!reader #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel x reader #spiderman 2099

[lalal-99]

Kitty’s New Best Friend {l.f.}

113 "Either I'm insane or you were just masturbating in our living room." 133 "You're being shy now? Really?" 141 "How many times have you jerked off to me?"

Felix x afab!reader | trope: friends to lovers, roommates | wordcount: 2.4k

Synopsis: When your roommate comes home unexpectedly, he finds you in a compromising position on the living room couch, moaning his name. Fortunetly, he's had a hunch about your feelings for a while, and he's willing to help you out.

Warnings: explicit content | dni if your under 18

Smut Tags: Smut | Explicit Sexual Content | Porn with some Plot | Fluff and Smut | Mutual Pining | Semi-Public Masturbation | Oral Sex (reader rec.) | Teasing

Note: I wrote three different version of this over the past two years. This one was the best one, by a mile. Hope you enjoy. Please leave comments, if you want to encourage more content.

Again, thanks @jl-micasea-fics for letting me use your prompts. I know it's been two years, but still, credit where its due :)

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He didn’t use to appear in your dirty dreams.

Only months ago, you didn’t need to put a face on the main character of your fantasies—the imagination itself enough to get you going.

That had certainly changed.

It could have been Felix sauntering your shared apartment without a shirt one too many times. It could have been the shoulder to cry on he had lent you after your ex. Hell, it could have even been as trivial as a kind smile for no apparent reason.

Your brain simply shut off and your kitty assumed control. Universally deciding that your roommate was a fitting image to get turned on to.

Now, his face made an appearance in every single one of your daydreams.

When Felix emerged from his room in nothing but a pair of loose hanging sweatpants, your mind went right back to it. It was ridiculous. You didn’t even listen to where he went off to, your fingers already running over his creamy skin in your mind. You felt like a teenager, arousal taking over you the second Felix left the apartment.

None of your other roommates were home which was fortunate. Sure, you could have gone to your bedroom to be safe. But how could you, when the heat reached you right there in the living room. Like it had happened in the shower a few days ago after Felix had sneaked in to get his lotion. You had told him you didn’t mind when in reality, you did. Just not in the way he might have thought.

That day and in your following fantasy, he hadn’t left, but instead joined you under the hot water.

Humming Felix’s name at the sound of your fingers running through your folds, you internally scolded yourself for thinking this way about him. A boy who was so innocently oblivious, he probably had no idea you even jerked off in the first place. Someone so sweet, he brought you candy when you were on your period, brewed you tea after a long day, or gave you massages when... Well, whenever you wanted one.

You were completely immersed in the scenario you had set up in your head, knot in your stomach tightening. So much so your brain took a second too long to recognise the familiar sound of his keys.

Things went very fast from there.

The door opened and Felix walked in to the sight of you. Rushing your hand out of your shorts, your neckline was red from the heat, your hair messier than when he had left. Mere minutes earlier.

“Felix? What the hell are you doing here?” you questioned, shock written on your features. “I thought you went out.”

“I—“ He scanned the situation and before you could stop him, he figured it out. His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “I went to get some snacks for the movie.”

Oh yes! The memory of your short conversation suddenly came back to you.

Felix had come out of his room, shirtless, recognising the movie playing on the TV in front of you. He had asked you to pause it, so you could watch it together once he came back from the store. Getting you snacks and a bottle of your favourite white, like the perfect roomie he was.

“Were you…” A smirk appeared on Felix’s face as his view wandered down your body to your pants. “Either I’m insane, or you were just masturbating in our living room.” Noticing your eyes shifting and your cheeks reddening in the light of the TV, he yelped. “Oh my God, you were masturbating, weren’t you?”

You struggled finding another excuse that could explain your hands down your pants. Not that it mattered, anyway. Nothing you said, no explanation you could have given, would get your roommate to believe he hadn’t just walked in on you.

Felix placed the grocery bag on the kitchen counter and strode over to the couch, sliding on next to you. The shit-eating grin on his face only heightened your embarrassment. Not so innocent after all, now that he held something over your head.

“Stop being so smug. It’s not like you don’t do it.” You scratched an invisible itch on your neck.

“But I don’t do it out here where everyone can walk in. Do you have no shame?” Felix was teasing you now, the previously cutesy behaviour shifting. You couldn’t quite pinpoint his demeanour, but it almost seemed seductive. Like, he was definitely flirting, and not in his usual, sweet way. If his next words were anything to go by, it felt even more so. “Or did you want me to walk in on you?”

You almost choked on your saliva. “What? No! Of course not.”

The redness on your face darkened further.

Why would he ever suggest that you had masturbated out in the living room on purpose? Unless… Maybe, subconsciously, you had done just that. Perhaps you wanted to make use of the possibility, him walking in on you. So he could finally help you scratch the itch himself. Not his imaginary self, but the real one, in all his glory. Could your brain have betrayed you like that, without you noticing?

You didn’t quite know what to think.

“It’s fine. I won’t tell anyone about this.” Somehow, that relieved you. Not like you had expected Felix to go around, gloating about it. It still relaxed you to hear it from the man himself. “I only have one question, then we can stop talking about it. Forever.”

Your jaw dropped at his words. So he was blackmailing you now, too? Felix, out of all people. Nice Felix, who never hurt a fly. Cute Felix, whose love language were hugs and cuddles. Smug Felix, who somehow had the upper hand right now.

Your kitty purred at his intrigue, surprising even yourself.

“How many times have you jerked off to me?”

You must have had a mini heart attack at that very second. Unfortunately, you didn’t land in heaven. If anything, this was hell.

“What?”

“You heard me,” Felix replied, bottom lip wandering between his teeth. “And I heard you, moaning my name before. So, how often do you think about me?”

“I don’t— I didn’t— I mean— What?” You were sweating now, unable to form simple sentences. And that was before his hand landed on your naked thigh, squeezing. That’s when you lost the ability to breathe, stomach tensing.

“You’re being shy now? Really?” As his fingers drew figure eights onto your skin, they wandered further up your leg until he reached the hem of your shorts. He played with the band, keeping his irises on you, and your kitty hissed. His proximity was a dangerous game. “What if I told you, I’ve been thinking about it, too?”

What. The. Fuck?

He leaned in, lips close enough to feel his breath on you, and you got dizzy. You didn’t remember drinking any alcohol, but you damn well felt like it. As though you had gotten intoxicated, high, and now you were left to deal with the aftermath.

“Been thinking about you so much. Taking you in your room. In the shower. On this very couch. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” His fingers entered your pants, playing with the hem of your underwear. Your breath hitched when his hand cupped you, smirk so close to your face you could hear it. Felix clicked his tongue when he felt your wetness. “I knew it. Not so shy now, are we?”

And you weren’t. Shy, that was. Overwhelmed, sure. Embarrassed, yes. But not shy. Not when you detected the tent in his own sweatpants. Felix wanted this, just like you. Felix was your roommate, best friend and now, potential lover. If anything, you felt most comfortable around him.

The feeling heightened when he gave you a gentle push, urging you to lay back. Felix’s face remained so close to yours, eyes glued to each other as he situated himself above you. His fingers started teasing as he leaned down, faintly pressing his lips to your pulse point. Your eyes stood wide open, searching the ceiling for possible answers to the one question you had.

How the fuck had this happened?

Felix kissed down your body, through the valley of your chest and over your tank top. Right down to your shorts. He must have been able to smell you, but you didn’t care. It was Felix, after all, the boy straight out of your dreams.

“Y/N,” his soft voice called you to catch your attention. When you met his gaze, the world stopped for a moment. The lust had momentarily vanished from his irises and what overtook was care and love. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”

“Don’t.” Your answer couldn’t have come faster, and you meant it. Under no circumstances did you want him to stop. Ever.

With that, the primate inside him gained back control, ridding you of your pants and underwear. All the while, Felix’s stare remained on your face, smiling between kisses he planted on your naked stomach. As though he wanted to capture all your focus and wouldn’t let you divert your eyes for anything.

A last smile sent your way and he dove in.

Your mouth stood agape as you watched him, connect his mouth to your clit, lightly sucking. You spread your legs so he could slot between them, and slot, he did. Key fitting in a lock, he kept your knees apart with his body, the whole couch becoming your playground.

Felix nibbled on your clit like it was sweet candy, gazes locked as his tongue came into play. Prodding, exploring. He looked sinful, like a devilish angle as his blonde locks tickled your bare thighs. A fucking dream-come-true, in the most literal sense.

Licking down your folds, he tasted you, humming in delight. His own personal five course meal.

Early on, you had been taught to never eat with your hands. That it was rude and crude, and ill-mannered. When Felix did it, it was nothing if not delicious. To watch, to hear, his fingers spreading you and entering in soft, gentle strokes.

Soon enough, he was three fingers in, knuckles-deep, petting the sensitive spot so deep you never reached it yourself. And there he was, doing it with so much ease, over and over. Kitty’s new best friend.

For a moment, you lost control, throwing your head back with a loud moan. When Felix squeezed your thigh, gently but determined, you brought your head back.

“Eyes on me, Kitten.”

A whimper at the nickname made him smirk as he scissored you open. His tongue prodded against your opening in sync, delightful as your stomach tensed.

“Oh, fuck—” You brought your hand to his head, tangling your fingers in his hair. Guiding him, at least as much as he let you. “Please.”

Cocking his head, Felix teased you, playfully confused by your words.

“Please, I need you. Inside. Please.”

With one last calm suck on your nub, he snaked his way up your body. Fingers remained inside you for now, distracting you.

“But I already am. You have to be more specific, Kitten.”

You clenched at the words, and he visibly noticed.

“Your cock. I need you inside me. Please, Felix.” If those words hadn’t driven him crazy already, persuading him, your next ones sure did. “Kitten needs your cock.”

He groaned, fingers coming up to touch your lips. You opened them, licking over his moist rings and he lost himself in the sight. “Such crude words for such a cute Kitten.”

Smearing the last of your essence over your mouth, he began licking it off, taking his sweet time. And then finally, after he had already done much more intimate, he kissed you. Careful and collected turned to desperate and chaotic as tongues melted into one.

Kissing Felix was natural, like you had done it so many times before. And you would have continued doing it, if it hadn’t been for the more pressing issues.

When you bucked up into him, rubbing your naked crotch against his clothed one, he smirked into the kiss. “Eager Kitten.”

“Desperate,” you corrected, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him into you.

Felix drew away to rid himself of his shirt, kneeling on top of you. It must have been the hottest thing you had ever been lucky enough to witness. As he untied the knot in his sweats, your sight remained on his toned torso. Sculptured abs followed a set of muscular pecs and his prominent collar bones. You wanted to kiss every inch of his body, wanted to lick it and bite it, too. That was if he let you.

But not right now. Not when all you wanted was for him to devour you like his favourite desert.

Like the absolute menace he was, Felix tugged the hem of his sweats down, revealing the absence of underwear. And to think he walked around the apartment like that, unsucked. It was a real shame.

He stroked himself a couple of times, the other hand running through his messy locks. An undeniable God in human form.

You might have even been drooling, but before you could check, he hovered over you again. “Like what you see?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, curling upwards to connect your lips again.

With your legs still around his hips, it was easy for Felix to position himself. Your walls were clenching already, craving penetration. Some relief. Anything. It didn’t actually matter, as long as it was Felix doing it.

“You know,” he mumbled between kisses, tugging at your lip. It was in that moment, as he was so close, that you noticed the desire in his eyes. But it wasn’t just desire, but so much more. Adoration. Longing. Attraction. Love. “If you had told me about your secret from the start, we could have done this months ago.”

How he had come to know about your infatuation? You had no head to figure it out right that moment.

“However, we do have a lot to make up for. Better get to it, right?”

When Felix slid into you, your eyes rolled back into your head as your breath got caught in your lungs. Finally, after months of distanced yearning, he scratched the same itch that had plagued you for so long.

And your kitty was satisfied at last.

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[absurdthirst]

High Infidelity {Dave York x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 11.1k

Warnings: Cheating, fraud, mentions of divorce, payback, forced cuckolding, restraints, oral sex (male and female receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, revenge sex

Comments: When you find out that your husband is banging the neighbor's wife, you and the neighbor decide to make them pay.

Co-written with @pedropascalsx

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The moment was bittersweet, finding out that your suspicions were correct and that he could no longer gaslight you was a temporary feeling of relief. Quickly replaced with hurt and devastation. He was your childhood sweetheart, your first and only love, and for the better part of a year he has been sleeping with the woman next door.

The same woman whose kids you babysat during the week to let her and her husband have a peaceful date night, the same woman who had sat in your kitchen a few nights earlier with a group a mutual friends and drank your wine, the same woman who had held your hand and reassured you the night that you found out your husband wasn’t able to have children.

Rewatching the footage of them kissing as they entered the bedroom you shared, him ripping off her dress as she unbuttoned his shirt made your heart lurch. Never would you have imagined it was with Carol York.

The signs he was cheating were there from day one; being overprotective of his phone, working late, charges on your joint account that just weren’t adding up and then the biggest cliche of all; lipstick on his collar. 

The urge to confront him was bubbling up in your stomach, and then you thought about Dave… Did he know? Did he suspect anything? Should you tell him? 

After going back and forth a few times you had settled on yes, he deserves to know. So you pick up your laptop, and slide in under your arm. Ready to go next door and tell him everything.

****

Rolling his eyes after the doorbell peels, Dave sighs and stands up from the kitchen table. His laptop open and report that was making his head throb was never fun but distractions just makes it harder to get back to work. Especially since the house is actually quiet with the girls at school and Carol at work. Moving towards the door, he opens it to find you, his next door neighbor waiting. He hums your name in surprise and wonders if something is wrong. “Hey.”

“Hey,” you reply with a weak smile, “I’m really sorry to interrupt whatever it is that you’re doing, but we need to talk.” 

“Everything alright?” Your face is filled with concern and he’s immediately on guard, eyes sliding behind you and not seeing anything that would have him reaching for the pistol kept in the entryway table.

“Honestly, no,” you admit with an uncomfortable laugh, “Can I come in? I don’t think it’s something I should tell you standing at your door.” 

Frowning, Dave stands back and lets you in the house. He normally doesn’t like having someone - especially female - at the house when Carol isn’t here. Busybodies talk and he hates that kind of shit. “What’s going on?” He asks as he closes the door. 

“Thank you,” you say as you walk into the kitchen and settle your laptop on the counter. “Look, I’m so sorry to have to be the one to tell you this, but you deserve to know, and I’ve bought this here as evidence. I don’t have to show you it but I thought bringing proof was the best way to handle it... Carol and Tommy are having an affair.” 

The first instinct he has is to deny it. To question why you are telling him something that he knows isn’t true, but he doesn’t. There’ve been times where something doesn’t sit right with Dave. Carol’s ease of assuring him that Tommy will handle something while he’s out of town. “What evidence?” He demands, knowing the best thing is to hear you out. If it’s flimsy, he can start watching his wife’s actions. If it’s concrete proof, he will know.

“It’s a video,” you say as you open your laptop, “I’ve been suspicious for a while, and then I found underwear that definitely doesn’t belong to me. So I bought a nanny cam. Are you sure you want to see this?”

“Shit.” Dave hisses but he nods. “Show me.” He demands, hating how his stomach is curling at the thought. It’s not like he hadn’t thought about other women, but he hadn’t touched one.

You nod a few times before moving the laptop to face him, pressing play on a scene that makes you feel violently sick. “I’m so sorry, Dave. Never in a million years did I expect it to be with your wife… my friend.” 

Dave’s brows pull together, jaw tightening in anger as he watches, listens to the scene in front of him. There’s zero doubt that is his wife, bouncing on another guy's dick. He doesn’t even realize his hands clenched in anger as he watches, furious at the betrayal.

Seeing the fury and the obvious hurt on his face, you decide to pause the video and close down the laptop. He doesn’t need to see anymore and neither do you. “As soon as he gets home today, I'm making him leave. He can go back to his mothers.” 

Dave huffs, nearly glaring at you. “Show me the rest of it.” He demands.

You push the laptop over at him, and shake your head, “Fine, but I don’t want to see anymore.”

Nodding, he watches as you log back in and he pushes play. Glancing at you when you winch, hearing the moans and the breathless conversation as they fuck on what he assumes is your bed. “Fucking assholes.”

“She’s faking it,” you scoff, as the moans get more animated. “The man couldn’t give a woman an orgasm if his life depended on it.”

He snorts and it’s on the tip of his tongue to ask why the fuck you stayed with him then. “Don’t kick him out.” Dave decides seriously.

“What?” You say with a raised eyebrow, before both of your attention is immediately drawn back to them. Laying in their ‘post coital glow.’

“God, I swear she gets dumber every day,” your husband says with a laugh, “All I’ve got to do is pay her five minutes of attention and the stupid bitch thinks everything is fine. Doesn’t even realize that my lawyer has pretty much voided the prenuptial agreement. I’ll hand her the form to sign and just like the dutiful wife she is, she’ll be signing half her money over to me without as much of a second glance.”

“Dave makes good money, but he’s so fucking boring. He wants to ‘save for a rainy day’.” Carol hums. “But he doesn’t ever spend time with just me. He always wants the girls around. I’m tired of being a perfect mother. I honestly didn’t want Molly. But Dave had to try for his boy.” She snorts. “Too much of a pussy to give me a boy, I guess.”

Dave growls, pissed at the way she is talking about their daughter. He doesn’t give a shit about what she says about him. “She’s the fucking one who decided to take out her fucking birth control.”

“It’s been about a year,” you say to Dave, “Well, that’s when I started having suspicions. Always working late on a Thursday night, and unexplained charges on our joint account. I’ve let him walk over me for a year.” Tears start to well up in your eyes, and embarrassment floods through you. “I’m so sorry.”

“You didn’t fucking cheat.” Dave scoffs. “Don’t be sorry.” He shakes his head, “don’t kick him out. Don’t show him that you know.” He advises, the gears in his mind already turning. “Get a lawyer, start moving your money around so he can’t take it.”

“Okay,” you say with a deep breath, “I have an account that he doesn’t have access to. Fuck. I’m so stupid. I knew he was cheating, I just let him gaslight me over and over.”

“You didn’t want to believe it.” Luckily you and the fucker don’t have kids, and he would just fucking kill them both, but the girls would miss their mother. He narrows his eyes at the screen. “Get a lock box, or safety deposit box for all your paperwork. will, social security cards, jewelry. Lock them up. Start removing him from shit. Access to the cell phone plan to make changes. Utilities, whatever you have jointly, unless it’s something he uses everyday.”

“I, uh, I should write this down,” you say, nodding your head, “Dave… Thursday nights… Was she here? There were nights where he came home the next morning after claiming he slept in the office.”

He shakes his head, huffing to himself. “She had ‘book club’.” He gives air quotes. “And since they supposedly always got so hammered, she would stay there.” He had thought it was stupid, but he had also felt like his wife deserved a night out, away from the kids.

“Fuck.” Shaking your head, “I’m going to go home. Start the things you’ve suggested. I’m really sorry again, Dave. I just felt you deserved to know.”

“Thank you for telling me.” His own situation is slightly more difficult, often the agency will put people on desk duty when finding out they are divorcing and he doesn’t want that. “Let me know if they make more videos. I’m going to install a camera here too.”

“Write down your email address and I'll send you that video. I guess we will have to work out a way to approach this together.”

Dave nods and reaches for the pad he keeps next to the home phone. Ripping off a sheet and writing his private email down, along with his phone number. “I’ll think of some way to make these fuckers sorry.” He promises, handing it to you. “I’m going to be finding out the toughest lawyer in the business. I’ll let you know their names.”

“Thank you, Dave,” you say as you feel your reserve slipping, the urge to cry coming back in full force. “Let’s make them pay.”

He nods, watching as you pick up your laptop. “Call me if you feel like you’re going to tell him you know.” He asks, knowing that he would tell Carol and then Dave would have to figure out a plan b.

“Will do.” The second you’re back inside, you start the tasks he gave you. Starting with gathering up all your important documents and putting them in a temporary safe space and then ordering a safe. You wonder how long Dave’s plan will take and hope it won’t be too long, the idea of sharing a bed with your husband makes your skin crawl.

****

Thursday’s have become sort of a check in day. You normally end up coming over and spending the evening with Dave and the girls. Sometimes having dinner and then staying once the girls had gone to bed. Tonight is another check in and Dave pours you a glass of wine. “How are you holding up?” He asks quietly.

“Better,” you admit with a smile, “Everything except the joint account is handled. Just ready to move on with my life and hopefully meet someone who actually cares about me. How about you?”

“Most everything was in my name anyway.” Dave admits with a small smirk. “She can’t touch the house since I bought it with my VA and I’m going for custody. I might have to pay her out, but whatever.”

“I guess him being infertile ended up working in my favor,” you say sadly, “I wasn’t allowed to tell anyone because he said that it was embarrassing, but I own the house. My Dad left me an inheritance and I was fortunate enough to buy it outright with it. I’m going to miss living here.”

“Why are you going to move?” Dave asks. “If you own the house and bought it with your inheritance, it’s yours.”

“I always imagined filling it with kids,” you say with a shrug, “I don’t want to be in a big house that’ll remind me just how alone I am.”

He frowns slightly, even as he voices his next thought. “You could always bring in another guy.” He reminds you. “Find love and fill it with kids.”

“I guess.” The sadness is evident in your voice, so you change the subject, “So are you any closer to coming up with a plan?”

Dave chuckles and glances up just as there is a loud thump upstairs. “After the girls are asleep.” He promises, knowing little ears don’t need to hear his plan.

“Sounds like you have something figured out,” you say before taking a sip of your wine.

“Do you want to humiliate them?” Dave asks with a small smirk. “And get revenge?”

“Yes,” you answer with a smile, “I want him to hurt the way he hurt me.”

“Then I’ll tell you about my plan in twenty minutes.” He promises and nods to your wine.

“So drink up, you’re gonna need it.”

Wordlessly you nod and take another large sip of your wine, desperate to hear his plan.

The two of you dance around the subject, talking about things in the news, events happening in town and Dave enjoys it. He’s come to enjoy talking to you and spending time in your company. Your husband is an idiot to throw over someone who is funny and nice, actually pays attention to the world around her - he doesn’t deserve you. When Dave’s self appointed time is up, he sets down his own wine glass and leans in close. “We should sleep together.” He announces.

“What?” You say with a giggle, convinced you’d misheard him. You had thought about it, fuck the last few times you’ve slept with your husband you’d found yourself imagining it was Dave, circling your clit with such intensity that you came harder than ever before. “I mean… Fuck, I want to. But wouldn’t that make us just as bad?”

“Not if we fuck in front of them.” Dave chuckles, smirking slightly because of your admission of want. “As a sort of goodbye gift to them.” 

“Oh,” you say, thinking about the look of Tommy’s face as Dave fucks you. Tommy paraded you around like a trophy, having no issues embarrassing you by announcing to anyone and everyone that you lost your virginity to him and he’d be the only man to have been inside of you. Like you were his possession. “I like it. But I have one condition…. and you might find it a little weird.”

“What’s that?” Dave tilts his head and looks at you curiously. It’s not unusual to have conditions and he would be surprised if you didn’t.

“I want you to cum inside of me.” You say after taking a deep breath, “I’ll buy Plan B in preparation and you can watch me take it. But I need for him to see that it’s really over, and despite what he thinks… he doesn’t own me.”

Dave frowns and then he remembers the first Christmas party after you had moved into the neighborhood. Tommy had been shit housed and bragging about how his was the only ever cum you’ve had. He had marked you good and proper. Dave hums, his lips curling up wickedly. “Done.”

“Thank you.” It feels oddly liberating to think about. “I don’t think we should do it in the houses though… Maybe book a hotel. Request adjoining rooms and keep everything a surprise. Blindfolds and gags. Only reveal to them what’s happening after they’re strapped to some shitty hotel chair unable to move.”

He raises a brow and smirks at how quickly you came up with something that is so feasible. “Noise canceling headphones.” Dave adds, nodding. “So they can’t hear us opening the door and whatever, not until we are ready.”

“Perfect. I want them to suffer. And I know that’s awful to say out loud but the way they spoke about us… fuck.” You shake your head and laugh, “You know that he doesn’t pay for a single bill in our house. Works part time and the entirety of his paychecks go on his stupid hobbies… Golfing or gaming. I put money into our joint account each month and he just… Fuck. He gets nothing.”

“You have a prenup, and a clause for cheating.” Dave smirks and chuckles. “Carol’s gonna get something, but it won’t be enough for her liking.”

“I can’t wait to see the look on his face as you fuck me.” You say with a chuckle, before finishing up your wine. “What’s your favorite color?”

Dave grins and imagines you in his favorite color. “Green.” He hums. “Dark green.”

“Dark green it is,” you say with a wink. “When do you wanna do this?”

“I say we wait and do it when the lawyers finish the divorce papers.” Dave suggests. “We pack their shit that day and load it into a storage unit, change our locks and codes, fuck in front of them, drop the keys and the papers and shoot them the bird on the way out the door.”

“That sounds perfect. I know this sounds weird to say, but I'm kind of grateful he cheated. I would have spent forever living in his shadow and the past few weeks I’ve really started to realize that he doesn’t deserve me.” You say, with your first genuine smile in weeks. “Also I get to fuck my sexy neighbour in revenge.”

“You think I’m sexy?” Dave’s brows wing up and he’s flattered by the compliment. It’s been a long time since someone’s said that. The marriage had hit rocky patches before but never like this and he sees now that she’s been disengaging for a while.

“I have eyes, Dave,” you say with a giggle, “Every woman on this block stops and stares when you walk past. Those shoulders… Fuck. Those lips.”

“You’re so full of shit.” Dave huffs, rolling his eyes even if he secretly likes the compliment.

“Oh please,” you say, “Like you haven’t noticed the staring. Honestly, I’ve thought of you whilst using my wand,” you admit with a shrug, “After seeing you mowing the lawn shirtless.”

He smirks and leans back. “Might do that on purpose.” He admits with a shrug. “Tanning and all.”

“Well thank you for the show,” you giggle. “God, I can’t believe she cheated on you with him. I know he’s my husband but I had the excuse of him being my high school sweetheart. We’ve been together for years and he’s never made me cum once.”

“Bullshit.” Dave snorts and shakes his head. “Not even once? By accident?” He asks, nearly amazed by how fucking horrible that is.

“Never. He doesn’t do foreplay, and he’s never found that spot inside of me,” you shrug, “Usually I let him do his thing so I can roll over and sleep, occasionally I’ll rub my clit just to distract myself.”

“He doesn’t eat your pussy?” Dave’s eyes widen in shock and disgust. He understands that not all women cum from sex, he had a girlfriend before Carol who could not cum from penetration but he damn sure made her cum on his tongue.

“Nope. Never. He’s never even tried it, says the idea of it makes him ‘queasy’.” Looking over at him and seeing the look of surprise on his face makes you chuckle, “Guess I didn’t pick a good one.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, what a moron.” He shakes his head and his opinion of Tommy drops even lower than before and he didn’t think that was possible. “What a ….fuck, a pussy.”

“Nah. A pussy is useful,” you correct him, “I should get back. I’m super tired and he hasn’t texted saying it’s a ‘late one’ tonight so I figure they’ll be home soon. I will be counting down the seconds until the lawyers are done with the paperwork.”

“I would offer to show you what a real man does with his mouth, but I’ll wait to give him a ‘lesson’.” Dave hums, standing up and offering you a hand to get up off the couch.

“Oh, yeah? You going to eat my little pussy in front of him?” You ask with a raised eyebrow. You take his hand and let him help you up.

“Fuck yes.” Dave smirks. “If he finds it repulsive, I also wanna remind Carol what she’s missing. She fucking loved when I would go down on her.”

You hum happily, “I can’t wait to feel those lips on me.” Leaning forward you place a small kiss on his cheek, “Thank you for tonight. I really enjoy spending time with you and your gorgeous girls. I’ll be waiting impatiently for the paperwork to be completed. Goodnight, Dave.”

“Good night, sweetheart.” Dave walks you to the door and opens it for you. “As soon as it’s in, we’ll make sure they regret cheating on us.”

“Yes we will,” you agree with a smile, before walking back over to your house. Creeping upstairs and getting into the shower. Letting yourself get lost in imagining the feeling of Dave’s hands all over you, his mouth on your cunt and his cock buried inside of you. Your fingertips work your bundle of nerves as quickly as they can and you cum with a soft moan of his name. Climbing out of the shower you get dried, fix your hair and get into your pajamas. Wanting to be asleep or at least pretending to be when Tommy finally crawls in beside you.

****

“I got my papers.” Dave risks a call, knowing Carol isn’t checking the phone bill and calling you as soon as he steps out from his lawyers office. They don’t approve of his idea, but he also wasn’t told he couldn't do it. Just that he shouldn’t and he doesn’t agree with that.

“Me too,” you say gleefully down the phone. “You want to do it this weekend?”

“I’m thinking so.” Dave grins at the glee in your voice. “How do we want to lure them to the hotel?”

“I’m thinking we both book a room - request they’re adjoining, and once they’re both blindfolded, gagged and wearing headphones, we unlock the door and I'll lead Tommy into your room?”

“That works.” Dave agrees. “I’ll tell Carol I want to put some spice back in our marriage.”

“I’ll tell Tommy I have a surprise planned. I’ll go ahead and call and book the hotel.. and then I have some shopping to do… Dark green right?”

“Dark green.” He hums. “I’m going to enjoy ripping it off of you.” He admits, voice dropping.

“Keep playing with my pussy to the thought of it,” you whisper into your phone. “Only a few days to go.”

“I’ll book the rooms together but put one under your name.” Dave tells you, knowing that he will be able to convince them of it.

“Perfect. Is there anything you need me to do?”

“Start making noises to your husband about getting away. Doing something romantic this weekend. I’m going to ‘surprise’ Carol.”

“Perfect. Can’t wait to see the look on both of their faces. I’ll text you tonight, once I've told him about the surprise.”

The rest of the day goes by smoothly, you pop into Victoria’s secret and spot the perfect set and make your way home. Large glass of wine poured, you sip it generously as you listen to his footsteps approaching the door. 

“Good day at work?” You call out from the kitchen with a roll of your eyes. 

“Long,” Tommy groans before reaching over and helping himself to your wine, “Tomorrow is going to be longer.” 

“Oh. I really hope they’re going to start paying you for those long Thursday nights. Sometimes you don’t even make it home. It’s not good for you sleeping on your office floor,” you say with the most sympathetic smile you can force. “Anyway, I have a plan for Saturday night that’ll make it all better. A surprise for you.” 

“A surprise?” He says with a raised eyebrow and a curl of his lips, “What kind of surprise?”

“All will be revealed,” you say as you turn to him with a small kiss on his cheek, “A surprise that involved me spending a huge amount of money in Victoria’s secret for someone.” You leave him standing in the kitchen with a grin plastered on his face as you begin to climb the stairs with the rest of the wine and a new glass, “Dinner is ordered, i’m going for a bath.”

Dinner passes with its normal antics from the kids and Dave watches Carol. Nothing about her demeanor says that she’s cheating but he’s found the credit card she’s using to pay for it. It’s a secret one that she opened in his name. Not only is she renting hotel rooms, but she’s doing it on his fucking credit. It’s malicious irony that Dave booked the rooms at the same hotel that her and Tommy frequent.

Avoiding him for the rest of the evening, you have a long hot soak in the bath and only retreat back downstairs to grab your dinner and a drink. Spending the rest of the evening in bed watching netflix whilst he watches TV downstairs. 

You decide to shoot Dave a quick text to let him know you’ve told Tommy about the surprise, and check you’re still on for to meet up and go over the plan the next evening. 

‘Hey. Told him that I’ve booked a special surprise, and he ate it up. He’s told me he’s “working late” tomorrow, so I can pop around and we can go over things?’

Dave hums as his phone buzzes, Carol engrossed in her show so he slides his phone out and grins. His own reply comes quickly. ‘Sure. Now I wonder if Carol will be told about your plans this weekend? Ever wonder if he tells her that you two still have sex?’ 

You huff and type back. ‘We’ve had sex twice in the past two months, so I’m pretty sure if he’s saying anything, it’s about my lack of interest in the cheating bastard. Only fucked him so he would stop questioning why I was being distant. I doubt he’ll say anything though. The last video of them cheating he spent most of it, reassuring her that he doesn’t love me and never did. Do you think she’ll tell him about your ‘plans’?’

Dave snorts. ‘Haven’t told her. Plan on doing it at the last minute and making it seem like a romantic gesture.’

‘Good idea. I can’t wait till he is out of my house. Out of my life.’

‘Won’t be long. Just don’t kill him over the next few days.’ Dave chuckles to himself and when Carol looks up, he points to the tv. “They are so stupid it’s funny.” He explains, putting his phone away.

‘I’ll try.’ You reply before settling down for the night, wanting to be fasting asleep before Tommy gets upstairs.

****

The next day Tommy is ‘working late’ and Carol has a suspiciously timed meeting that runs over. Making Dave shake his head at how stupidly brazen they are getting. Still, he looks out the window and sees you walking over about an hour after he gets home with the kids.

You knock the door, dessert in hand as Alice whips open the door and immediately informs you that she and Molly are going to eat pizza in her room and watch a movie as you chat to Daddy.

Dave chuckles as you walk in. “The girls are getting spoiled.” He hums. “And so am I.”

“You have no idea,” you say with a wink, “I hear it’s pizza tonight? Sounds perfect.”

“Yeah, Carol had a “meeting”.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Strange, right?”

“Who’d have thought?” You giggle, “Well-,” you say as you pick up the glass of wine he’d poured for you, “Here’s to the last time they lie to us.”

“Are you ready for it?” He asks quietly, picking up his own glass. “For the big reveal?”

“I am counting down the seconds.” You say with a smile. “God, I hope they realize we aren’t to be fucked with.”

“I think they will figure that out when they don’t walk away with the pot of gold like they were expecting.” Dave snorts.

“I just can’t wait to see his face when he realizes that I'm not his trophy anymore.” The doorbell rings and Dave goes to get the pizza as you pour the girls out their juice, ready to take it upstairs to them for their movie night.

“Girls!” The two girls thunder downstairs to grab their cheese pizza and disappear just as quickly, each one fighting over who was going to sing the first song. Dave shakes his head and looks at you with a faux harried expression. “They are going to be trouble later on.” He predicts with a groan.

“I’m sure you can handle it, they worship their Daddy.” You say before topping up your glasses, “I’m going to miss this.”

“Why are you going to miss it?” Dave asks, frowning slightly.

“It’s been nice. Coming around and eating with you and the girls, the highlight of my week. They’re both absolutely adorable.”

“You can still come over anytime.” He offers. “If you aren’t out on dates, you know.” He shrugs and shoots you a smirk.

“Me? Dating? Unlikely. But I’d still love to come over. I mean it when I say it’s the highlight of my week.” You take a small sip and try to ignore the way he makes you feel, the past few weeks you had grown closer to Dave and started to really appreciate how good of a man he is. 

“Shit.” Dave snorts. “You’ll be dating before the fucking ink is dry.” He predicts. “You’re beautiful, kind, funny and smart. And I bet you are killer in the sack. He’s an idiot.” He tells you, talking about your stupid soon-to-be-ex.

“You think I’m beautiful?” You ask quietly. “I can’t remember the last time someone complimented me. And the killer in the sack? Well I guess you don’t have long to find out.”

“I can’t wait to find out.” Dave admits quietly. “And you should be getting compliments all the time.”

“As should you. You’re remarkable. The best daddy ever, you work so hard and it’s appreciated, Dave.” You say before squeezing his hand, “And I’m excited to show you just how appreciated you are.”

“Is that what it’s going to be?” Dave asks, grinning slightly. “A show of appreciation?”

“If that’s what you want,” you tease, “Going to suck your cock. Just the thought of it makes me so wet.”

“Jesus.” His eyes widen, surprised you even said that out loud. He’s thought about it plenty, but apparently so have you. “Then we’ll have to do a sixty-nine. Because I’m gonna give your dumbass husband a lesson on how to make a woman squeal his name.”

“Fuck, that sounds perfect. But also to start I want to look into your eyes as I'm sucking your cock. Feel you fuck my mouth,” you whisper quietly.

“Have you ever done that before?” Dave asks, raising a brow and trying not to spring a boner at the thought of you letting him face fuck you.

“Nope,” you admit quietly. “Tommy had me blow him for a bit pretty much every time we had sex. But it was tame.”

“Bet he likes you to ‘look pretty’ while his dick is in your mouth.” Dave scoffs. “When your mascara should be running and the split is soaking your chin.”

“He just wants to get off. Fuck. I want that.” 

Dave has been careful not to touch you. Not willing to put himself in the same level as Carol. He still won’t fuck you but he does reach out, talking ahold if your chin and rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip. “Then we’re going to enjoy it. You’re going to enjoy it.”

You reach out and squeeze his hand again, before taking another sip of your wine and a bite of your pizza. This time in 48 hours it’ll be the beginning of the new end, and the start of something new and exciting.

****

The day of, Dave walks up to Carol at the kitchen sink and wraps his arms around her. Imagining choking her, he forced himself to kiss her neck. “I arranged for the girls to have a sleepover tonight.” He hums, pressing himself up against her and imagining fucking you so he gets hard. “Booked us a hotel room.”

“Oh?” Carol squeals with excitement, “Which one? What’s the plan?” Pushing herself against him a little harder. One thing about Carol York is that she’ll never say no to a surprise.

Dave names the hotel and pretends not to notice the split second of his wife freezing in his arms. He knows she panics and the moment she relaxes, making him hum. “Figured it’s been awhile since we had a night to ourselves.”

“That sounds lovely, darling,” she says, “But I don’t want you wasting your money on me. We can just have a quiet night in.”

“Travel points.” Dave lies easily, knowing that she doesn’t want to go back to the same hotel where she’s been visiting every week. “Already booked and waiting on us. Already checked in.”

“Sounds great,” she lies, hoping the weekend staff aren’t the same as the ones during the week.

****

“You excited for tonight, honey?” You ask Tommy, who’s wolfing down his breakfast. 

“Can't wait to see what you spent a fortune on in Victoria’s Secret, I think I’m due a sneak preview, just to get me through the day.” He says with a wink. 

“No previews. The someone I bought this for will absolutely love it. I assure you.” You say as you go upstairs to pack you ‘both’ an overnight bag.

Dave manages to talk Carol into packing a bag, hustling her out of the house and into the car without much fuss. The girls have already been deposited at their friends house and as soon as she and Dave leave, a team of professional movers will be coming and boxing up everything Dave discreetly tagged to move into the storage unit he had rented.

You stick to the plan and wait for the text from Dave telling you they’re about to check in before you leave. Not wanting any awkward run-ins at reception. “Hey honey, I forgot to fill up my car, mind if I drive yours?” You ask innocently. Knowing that Dave had arranged for the movers to come to yours after they’ve collected Carol's stuff, and taking his car meant he’d have no reason to come back to your house.

Huffing, Tommy rolls his eyes, desperately thinking if he had left any evidence of Carol being in the car. “You’re lucky I make sure that my car is filled up all the time.” He lectures. “You need to take care of those things.”

“I’m sorry, love,” you say with a fake pout, “Had a lot on my mind.” You take the car keys from him and load up the car, seconds after the go ahead text from Dave. He huffs again as he enters the passenger side and starts droning on about how ‘he needs to know’ where you’re both staying that night. 

“You’ll know soon enough, baby,” you placate with a squeeze of his knee, “Heard great things about this place.”

The plan was for Dave to unlock the adjoining door on his side when Carol was in the bathroom but leave it shut so she wouldn’t know, and you were to do the same when you got into the room.

“You won’t tell me where we are going and you won't let me see the lingerie.” He grumbles. “I thought you were spoiling me.”

“Like I said you’ll see soon enough,” you smile, “We’re not too far from where we are staying.”

Tommy shifts uneasily as he watches his normal hotel come into view. “Here honey?” He makes it sound like that’s a horrible idea. “I’ve heard this place is a dump.”

“Oh no,” you say with a shake of your head, “It’s a five star hotel, honey, cost me a fortune but tonight will be worth it.” You say with a wink, come on, let’s get checked in. “Maybe we can order room service.”

Tommy plasters on a fake smile and chuckles. Praying that no one recognizes him. It would ruin his plan.

You notice how antsy he is as you check in and it makes you grin and shake your head. He cowers behind you at the check in desk and stares at the floor, refusing to make eye contact with anyone and practically running towards the elevator once you’ve got your keycard. 

‘Here.’ You text Dave in the elevator, pretending to text your mom. “God this hotel is gorgeous, I can’t wait to see our room.”

“Maybe we can just stay in our room all night.” Tommy manages, reaching out and snagging your waist. “Lock the world away.”

“Oh, don’t worry, sweetheart,” you assure him, “The plans I have for tonight, don’t involve you going anywhere.”

He’s relieved, planning on hiding in the bathroom when you decide to order room service. He can’t let anyone let you know about his plans, he’s not ready yet. Still needing access to the deed for the house. He wants to add himself to it so he can take it from you. It’ll be nice rental income, moving in with Carol and renting out that house.

You open the door and take a look around the room, unlocking your side of the adjoining rooms as Tommy has a “first look”  around the bathroom. You open your bag and start to take out a few bits, quietly calling him back in the room so Carol can’t hear you shouting his name. “Are you excited for tonight?”

“Depends on if you're going to suck my dick or not.” Tommy grins, thinking that he’s being romantic. The one bad thing about Carol is that she’s not willing to give him head if he doesn’t go down on her. Claiming that you might have understood, but she wasn’t a doormat. He missed someone sucking his dick.

“I promise that there will be some dick in this pretty little mouth tonight,” you tease, before picking up the blindfold and gag you had hidden in your purse, “Are you going to be a good boy and do as I say?”

Tommy’s brows shoot up. “What’s this?” He demands, grinning. “You never want to play.”

“Just thought we’d spice things up a little,” you reply softly, “I can feel you slipping away from me. I read some tips… you don’t want to?”

“No, no.” Tommy’s greedy. You might be boring in bed but you are also the only woman who has only had him. “I want to. I’m just surprised you want to. Sure you don’t want me to blindfold you?”

“Maybe later, but right now I want to do this my way.” Walking over, you untie his tie and motion for him to give you his hands, using the tie to restrain him. Before gagging, blindfolding and putting on his noise canceling headphones. 

‘Ready when you are!’ You text Dave after sitting Tommy down on one of the two hotel chairs and lightly restraining him to it. 

Lifting off one side of his headphones you whisper into his ears, “Good things come to those who wait.”

Dave hums, deciding that he would lift his own noise canceling headphones off Carol’s ear. She’s already tied up, but not in a chair. “Come on baby, I’m going to guide you.” He coos in her ear. “Trust me.”

You open the adjoining door after hearing Dave open his, and flash him a little smile as he guides Carol to the chair next to Tommys. 

“You ready?” You ask him, as he steps back and places his hand on the small of your back.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?” Dave doesn’t fucking care about them, they made their bed. But if you don’t want to do this, he can pull the plug and just snatch the rug out from under them without ever laying a finger on you.

Rocking up on your tiptoes, you place a fleeting kiss to his lips before nodding. “I’m ready, ready to follow your lead.”

“Do you still want to suck my cock?” Dave asks, reaching up and cupping your cheek.

“Fuck, yes, i’ve been thinking about it all day.”

He hums and pats your cheek lightly, “then strip down. I want you naked on your knees so I can fuck you right away when we get done indulging.”

“You don’t wanna rip this off of me in front of them?” You ask as you unbutton your sundress and let it fall to the floor, revealing the dark green lacy lingerie set you had picked out just for Dave.

“Fuck.” He hisses, cock twitching at seeing his favorite color on your body. “Never mind. Keep it on. I’ll strip.”

“Yes sir,” you say with a giggle, excited to finally feel his hands on you.

Dave strips down quickly, watching Tommy and Carol start to shift restlessly in their chairs. Antsy. He smirks and arches a brow when he shucks his pants and reveals his hard cock. “Sure you want to do this?”

“Holy shit, it’s gorgeous,” you choke out at the sight of his cock, “Fuck yes. You ready to take their blindfolds off?”

“Blindfolds and headphones.” He hums. “Not the gags.”

“Let’s go.” You walk towards Tommy and Dave walks towards Carol. On his signal headphones are removed and then masks. The look on your now ex-husbands face is a sight to behold. Both of them stare at each other in utter bewilderment as you take a step back and take Dave’s hand. “Hello, honey, how are you liking your surprise? Must be nice to see the woman you’ve been fucking for the better part of a year here with us and her husband too.” 

Dave chuckles and shakes his head as his face drops into a scowl at the two of them. They are completely frozen and panicked. "It's funny that you think we wouldn't find out." He tells them flatly before he turns to you. "Why don't we show them what it's like to watch your spouse fuck the neighbor?"

“I think we should,” you say with a giggle, as you perch yourself on the end of the bed. “Hurt them, how they hurt us.”

“Maybe they won’t give a shit.” The muffled protests coming from the two seems to disprove that, but Dave just leans in to press his lips to yours softly. It’s the first kiss he’s ever given you. When he pulls back he tells them that before smirking. “I want you on your knees, pretty girl.”

You ignore the sounds coming from that side of the room, and immediately get up and sink down to your knees. Looking up at Dave with your sweetest smile before gently holding on to the base of him, and placing a light kiss on the tip of his cock. The tip bright red and begging for release, you lick the bead of precum that’s gathered at the top and slowly wrap your lips around him. Not used to having something so big in your mouth, you moan at the stretch, taking him in just a few inches and swirling your tongue around him. 

“Fuck.” Dave hisses, looking down at you and cupping your cheek. “Take more of it. I know you can. But don’t choke. I’m going to fuck that pretty throat of yours.”

You do as he instructs as take him further into your throat, breathing through your nose and swallowing around him. Slowly bobbing up and down before taking him further, loving the firm grip he has on your face. You can feel yourself getting wetter the deeper you take him, the sounds he makes spurring you on and making you crave more.

“Unlike you two, this is the first time for us.” Dave groans, sliding his hand around to cup the back of your head. “So you get to enjoy the first time I fuck your wife since you’ve been fucking mine.”

You hollow your cheeks and suck as hard as you can as your nose just brushes against the patch of hair at the base. Drowning out the groans of annoyance from Tommy and Carol by moaning happily around him. Tears stream from your eyes as he keeps your head from moving, keeping you still as he feeds you the last inch or so of his cock.

Once Dave feels the back of your throat constrict around him, he pulls his hips back. “Fuck, I’m gonna enjoy this.” He groans, holding your head tights as he snaps his hips forward roughly and buries his cock in your mouth again.

You almost squeal as he fucks into your mouth, groaning in pleasure as you suck around him. Praising you for taking him so well, and telling you how pretty you look with his cock in your needy little mouth.

Both Tommy and Carol are struggling against the ties that bind them in the chairs. Shouting against the gags, but Dave doesn’t even pay them any attention. Focusing on you. “That pretty little pussy is wet, isn’t it?” He huffs. “Can’t wait to taste it. To lick you until you squeal my name.”

Looking up at him through your tear stained eyelashes you nod dutifully, a smile stretching across your already stretched out mouth. Before you resume your focus on his cock, bobbing your head to meet the snap of his hips, chasing more of those groans he floods the room with.

“You should have licked her cunt, Tommy.” Dave growls mockingly. “Now I’m going to and she’s going to realize what she’s been missing being with a piece of shit like you.” He smirks, looking over at his wife as she cries. “Can’t believe you put up with that shit. Especially since you know how good my tongue is.”

You pull off him and stroke his length, you’ve drenched the lacy material from sucking his cock alone and feel yourself flood the fabric further as he talks about eating you out. “Dave,” you say with a breathy moan, as you lick the weeping tip of him, “I need you.”

Smirking, he grabs your hand and helps you up, sliding his hand down between your legs possessively. “Fuck, you’re soaked baby girl.” He growls. “Want to see how much wetter I can get you. Gotta undress you first.” The panties are ripped off, pulling a moan out of you and he chuckles when the expensive green top also rips apart in his hands. The chairs are positioned so that the bed is on full display and he pulls you down onto it with him.

“I wanna show him,” you mumble, “I wanna show him how fucking wet I get when I actually want to suck a cock, I want him to see how you could slide right in with no fucking lube.”

“Shit.” Dave slaps your ass and smirks at the two spouses. “Never really thought about fucking her until we found out you two were cheating.” He admits. “So thank you.”

“Can’t say I didn’t think about Dave,” you admit with a shrug as you shuffle towards Tommy, opening your legs and letting him see your glistening cunt.

"I thought about it." He amends, "but I never considered doing it until now. Because I was fucking married."

“Same,” you shrug, “Shame that the people we married didn’t feel the same.” You shift back up and take his face in your hands, “I want you to do whatever you need to me, baby.”

"Fuck, I want you to sit on my face." Dave coos, reaching down to slide a finger through your folds and grins when you shiver. "Show you how a real man eats pussy."

“Yes sir,” you whisper before kissing him, watching as he lays down on his back and as he motions for you to move up. You lower yourself down slowly, hovering a few inches from his face.

“Fuck.” Dave groans, his cock twitching at the sight and he tilts his head back to look at Tommy. “Don’t know how you didn’t dive into this cunt every chance you got.” He huffs before he grabs your hips and pulls you down onto his tongue.

“Dave,” you yelp, as he slowly drags his tongue through your folds. Teasing your clit over and over. One of the hands finds purpose in his hair, tangling in his slightly overgrown style as the other grips onto the headboard. Your hips start to rock of their own accord, chasing your high, as a brand new sensation overwhelms you.

He flicks and curls his tongue, showing off for the cheating bastards who are still squirming and huffing through their gags, but also for you. Wanting to make the first time you’ve ever been eaten out memorable for more reasons than just showing up your cheating ex.

You can’t stop panting his name, moaning it over and over as you soak his face. It doesn’t take long until you’re hanging over the edge, seconds from cumming because of another person for the first time in your life. “So close, baby, so close.” You choke out through ragged breaths.

Dave groans, squeezing your hips and encouraging you to cum for him. Eager to taste it and to show your bastard husband that you deserved it.

With a few more flicks of his tongue against your clit, you’re cumming hard, flooding his face with your arousal as he pulls you apart in the most incredible way.

Dave groans and keeps you pressed against him, wanting to have you soak up every bit of your pleasure until you are sobbing his name out loud.

It doesn’t take long until you’re meeting his silent demand, and the yells shimmer down to you whimpering his name. You want to taunt your husband, tell him that’s what it looks like when you cum, but you don’t. You focus on Dave, moving yourself down him slowly and straddling his waist, before leaning back down and whispering the softest ‘thank you’ into his ear.

Smirking slightly, Dave nods. He’s not thinking about Tommy or Carol right now, he’s tuned them out. But he is thinking about you and how fucking wet you are, grinding down on his cock. “Can I fuck you?” He asks, even though you are on top of him.

“Please,” you plead, with a smile. “How do you want me?”

“Do you want to ride me to start out with?” He asks, caressing your hip.

“Can we build up to that?” You say quietly, “You’re huge. It’s going to be a stretch, I’m not used to anything like this.”

“That’s good,” Dave nods, knowing he doesn’t want to hurt you. “Lay down on your side, facing your loving husband.” He smirks, imagining the look on the bastard's face when he slides into you.

“Okay,” you nod, biting back the endearment hanging off the tip of your tongue. You do as he says, looking at your furious husband, feeling a shiver run through. Fearing what he might do once he’s unrestrained.

Dave curls around you, hand sliding up to cup your breast and then down to your thigh. “Don’t worry. He’s not going to touch you.” He promises, whispering in your ear. “I won’t let him lay a finger on you.”

Within seconds of feeling his touch, the fear is replaced with excitement and lust and the need to feel him slip into you. “Fuck me, Dave,” you plead, letting your eyes flicker up to your husband one more time, before letting yourself forget he’s in the room.

He chuckles quietly and lifts your thigh, bringing it back over his hip and opening you up to their view. “I’m going to fuck you. Been thinkin’ about fucking you for weeks. Imagining how tight and hot you’d be.” He kisses along your jaw as he slides closer and shifts to take his cock in his hand.

You let him mold you into the position he wants you, loving the way his hands feel on you. “God, me too. Fuck. Played with my pussy every night dreaming about this.”

The head teases your slit, sliding around and he hums. “Good.” He glances at his crying wife and your angry husband and smirks. “Let me know how it feels, baby.” He orders as he starts to push inside you.

You whimper as he starts to inch into you, the stretch of him feeling delicious. “Feels so good, baby,” you choke out, before placing your hand on top of his and squeezing. “So fucking big.”

“That’s it.” Dave growls, slowly rocking his hips and sinking deeper. “You’re taking it so good, baby. Squeezing my dick like a vice.”

“Fuck,” you moan, as he hits something new inside of you. Something that makes you clamp down hard around him and chant his name like sacred prayer, over and over.

He doesn’t start fucking you like it’s his last day on earth. Not yet anyway. He takes his time. Measured thrusts meant to make you cry out and yet he’s not giving it his all. Changing the pace and force often to keep things stimulated for you and remind Carol what she’s given up.

It’s nothing you’ve ever experienced before, someone chasing their high whilst chasing yours just as hard. With every moan, and flutter he praises you for taking him so well, for soaking his cock and squeezing him so perfectly.

His hands start to wander. Knowing that women love to be worshiped while they are having sex, his hands squeeze and grope adoringly. Forgetting about your audience, he concentrates on the breathless moans and whimpers that come from your throat. Seemingly made more desperate everytime he praises you.

“I think I’m go—,” is all you’re able to get out, before you clamp down around him hard and cum on his cock. Focusing on his sweet praises as you convulse in pleasure, feeling your sheets dampen beneath you as he keeps the same delicious pace throughout your high.

"That's it, fuck that's it, baby girl." Dave moans as he feels you cum all over him. "Soak my cock. Show me how fucking wet your little pussy gets when you cum." He huffs. "You needed this, didn't you? It's been so fucking long since you've really cum, hasn't it?"

“Needed it so bad,” you pant, as you come back down. “Never cum like that before. You want me to ride you now, baby?” You ask, as you pull his hand up to your mouth and gently kiss it.

"Yes." Dave pulls out of you and rolls onto his back, eager to feel you on top of him again. "Ride me, baby girl."

“I love it when you call me baby,” you say, as you straddle his hips and sink down onto him. Taking him inch by inch, until you’re filled with him. Slowly you start to rock your hips, building up to a pace that has him groaning your name. The sound of muffled cries and shouting drowned out both of your pleasure. His thumb finds his clit and he rubs gentle circles into it as you ride him, wanting to feel his cock throb against your tights walls that are fluttering around him.

You don’t bounce on his cock, or slam yourself back. It’s a slow grind that he finds himself grunting every time you circle your hips. He just keeps his eyes on you. Enjoying the way your own close and your head tilts back as you moan.

With every rock of your hips, he notches against paradise. Soft moans slip from your slips, as you chase your high again. Wanting to cum one more time before he does. Needing to feel him as much as you can, for as long as you possibly can.

One hand on your hip, another on your clit, he urges you to cum. “Come on baby, I know you can cum around my cock, again.” He groans, thrusting up into you shallowly. “Want to see it, beautiful.”

You rock your hips a little faster, chasing more friction from this hand on your clit and with a one word command for you to ‘cum’, you’re clamping down around him once more. Pleasure coursing throughout your body as he keeps you from falling forward, and continues to fuck up into you. Praising you for taking him for so well and fitting around him like a glove.

Once you have collapsed into his chest, Dave rolls you over and pushes your legs wider. Grunting as he takes over and his next thrust is hard enough to have you yelling.

“Fuck,” you scream, as he begins a breath stealing pace. “F-fill me up,” you beg, as he pounds in and out of you.

There’s renewed struggling and muffled screaming. Tommy most likely when he hears the plea for Dave to fill you up, but he doesn’t give a shit. Focusing on you and his own mounting pleasure as he fucks you hard and fast.

The sounds that are coming from you are unrecognizable. Brand new. Noises of pure unfiltered pleasure drowning out everything else. “Please,” you choke out, the word pained as another orgasm threatens to devastate your exhausted body. “Please, Dave.”

“Gonna- gonna cum.” He growls, clenching his jaw to push another few thrusts out of his body that screams for release. He knows you’re close again. He can feel it. Needs to see you do it again for his own selfish pride.

With little to no warning, he pulls you back over that edge with him. His thrusts sloppy as you clamp down hard around him, practically screaming his name as you milk him dry of his cum. He grits out a little praise in your ear, before groaning your name and wrapping his arms around you as you sink deeper into the mattress. 

Dave groans at the first piercing sound of his name, giving in and pushing deep as he starts to cum. Tightening his hold on you as he groans your name. Rolling his hips as he fills you.

“You feel so good,” you whimper as he paints your walls. You don’t want it to end, you want him to stay buried inside your desperate cunt forever. You can’t pretend that the past few weeks you haven’t been falling for him, and now being wrapped in his arms, you’re well and truly screwed. Literally.

“So good, baby. Fuck, that’s a tight little cunt.” He coos. “Never would have gone anywhere else if I had you in my bed.” It’s a shot at your husband, but it’s also true. He pulls back and presses his lips to yours before looking back at the cheaters still tied to their chairs. “We’re divorcing you both.” He announces.

“And you’ve already signed the papers,” you say with a smile, before immediately looking back at Dave. “Tommy gave me the idea. You were going to hand me an amended version of the prenup right? And this “dumb dutiful wife” was going to sign it without even glancing it over.”

Dave smirks when he sees Tommy’s eyes widen and his face drops. Discovering that his plot has been discovered. “Oops.” He hums sarcastically.

You giggle, before gently turning Dave’s face back towards yours and kissing him as hard as you can, a kiss that speaks a thousand words without saying any. “Thank you,” you murmur against his lips, knowing it’s time to face the music.

“Of course.” Dave sees the uncertainty and anxiety cross your face. He can tell you are scared of what might happen now that this is done. Pulling out if you gently, he sits up and looks towards the cheaters. “All your shit had been moved out of our houses to a storage unit. We’ll leave the keys, but you, especially you, Tommy-“ he growls, pointing his finger at the man. “Are not to come back tonight. Carol, you can come by and see the girls tomorrow. But you two enjoy the rooms.” He stands. “After we are dressed, I’ll untie you, Carol and you can untie Tommy after we’ve left.”

“You have no reason to come back to my house,” you say to Tommy, with a new found courage. “That’s why we drove your car. Don’t come back. I’ll see you in court with the video evidence of your cheating and your plans to fraudulently amend our prenuptial agreement.”

Dave ignores them as the two of you clean up and redress. Not even sparing them a glance. It feels freeing, setting out the papers and dropping the keys into a table before he smirks at you.

“Still ok to get a ride home?” You ask quietly, before he goes to untie Carol.

“Of course it’s okay, baby.” Dave stops and nods, giving you an encouraging smile before he moves back towards Carol.

You collect both yours and Dave’s things as he unties Carol, staying back just in case she decides to lunge at you. “Enjoy sleeping here tonight,” you say to Tommy, “This room will be the last thing I ever spend my money on you on. Sorry about the soaked sheets.” You add with a smirk.

Dave pulls off the gag and Carol sucks in a lungful of air. “Dave- Dave please, it’s not- I’m so sorry.” She sobs, leaping up out of the chair. “It was- God, I shouldn’t have done this.”

You see her leap towards Dave, and take another step back. “But you did,” you say quietly, “Both of you did this! For almost a year and the shit you said about us both, was worse than the fact you were fucking. You don’t deserve him and Tommy doesn’t deserve me.”

“I’m sorry Dave, I’m so sorry.” She reaches for him but he pulls back. 

“Don’t.” He warns her. “The day I found out you were fucking him was the day I was done with you.”

“Same with you,” you say to Tommy. “I mean it when I say that you’re not welcome in my home again.” Turning to face Dave, you reach your hand out for him to take, “You ready?”

“I’m ready,” he assures you, taking your hand and looking back at the other two people with a look of utter disdain for them plastered on his face. “I hope you two are happy together.”

You lead him out of the room. Hand tightly gripping his as you make your way to the elevators, and pressing the button. Wordlessly you turn to face him and rock up on your tiptoes and press your lips to his.

He’s surprised by the kiss but he doesn’t push you away. Instead, he’s wrapping his arms around you and leaning into it. Enjoying the fact that you aren’t crying like he had expected.

“I’m going to feel you for days,” you say against his lips, before pulling him for another kiss. Stepping into the thankfully empty elevator still attached to him, wanting to extend the moment for as long as you can.

“Do you-“ he pulls away and frowns. “The girls are at a sleepover and I told Kayla’s mom that Carol isn’t to pick them up. Do you want me to crash on your sofa? Make sure Tommy doesn’t decide to show up tonight?”

“Honestly, I was hoping you’d sleep in my bed,” you admit quietly, “But you don’t have to… if you’d prefer to crash on the sofa, you can.” 

“I wasn’t going to assume anything.” Dave chuckles quietly, reaching up and rubbing your back. “If you want me to be in your bed, I’ll sleep there.”

“I want you in my bed,” you say with a smile, “How are you feeling?”

“Indifferent.” He admits. “I’m angry for the girls, but I’m completely over Carol. Just cut the infection out and move on.” Maybe not the healthiest way to deal with things, but he managed. “How are you feeling?”

“Kids are super resilient and we both know that they love their Daddy, they’ll be okay.” You say with a squeeze of his hand, “I’m really good, great actually.”

“A good fucking will do that.” He teases, smirking at you slightly. “What are your plans for tomorrow night?” He asks suddenly.

“Yeah, I-uh-I could get used to that,” you mumble, “I’m free. How about you?”

“Well, considering I’m free and you’re free…” Dave shrugs slightly. “Thought I might take you out on a date. If you wanted. If not, I get it.”

“Sounds perfect,” you say with the biggest smile you’ve managed for weeks, “Do I get to wear something pretty?”

“Where whatever you want. Figured we’d go somewhere fancy to celebrate being free of them and decide what we want to do.” Dave hums.

“I like that, nice and breezy.” You say as he slips an arm around you as you make your way towards his car.

“To new beginnings, baby.” Dave jostles you slightly with a grin. “It’ll be ironic if we get together and are happy while they are miserable and don’t last a year.” He pulls his arm from around you and opens the door on the passenger side for you. “We’ll see, won’t we?”

“We will. Now that you and that incredible cock have completely ruined other men for me, I'm excited to see where it goes.” You giggle before thanking him for opening the door, “Thank you. To new beginnings.” You say as you smash your lips up against his.

Dave grins. Yes, your ex and his might have hurt you, but you are going to end up winning. He’ll make sure of it.

****

[A year later]

Life comes at you quickly. Your first date with Dave quickly became a 3rd, 4th and so on. The girls adapted quickly with their new changes and before you knew it, you were practically living with them.

He asked you to put your house up for sale and move in with him two months after your first date and a year on, life is perfect.

The sight of Dave napping comfortably on the sofa with your newborn son sleeping on his chest fills your heart. It’s everything you’ve ever wanted and so much more. 

It turns out that your ex-husband having an affair would be the best thing that ever happened to you.

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꒰synopsis—wc꒱ in which he cares for you, in his own ways; 2565 words.

꒰warnings꒱ akademiya roommate wanderer, pre-established relationship ꒰mutual pining꒱, reader is an amurta scholar, lightly edited.

꒰adi moment꒱ here's my little love letter to roommate wanderer, because i fr love it! might write more for this since i've got a ton of ideas that didn't make it in here! the reader is very briefly mentioned to wear glasses btw, though you can just ignore it if you don't use them—doesn't have any impact. hope you enjoy! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

i.

“Boring.”

“Unsubstantial.”

“Confusing thesis.”

“Oh, and look.” He flits the paper over in your direction, tapping at the short paragraph you’d written on it. “This one’s missing a thesis entirely.”

Your eye twitches at the blatant snark within his final remark, gaze focused on the Wanderer as he lets out a sigh, dropping the stack of papers in his hands to rest on his lap before lazily leafing through them once more. He doesn’t seem to be any more pleased by this second inspection than he was the first, gorgeous features contorting into a frown as he glances up at you.

It’s almost impressive, how much effort it takes for you to maintain your amicable expression, biting the inside of your cheek to an almost painful degree and praying that the ever growing darkness in your eyes doesn’t expose the extent of your frustration. To say that your hands were aching would, at this point, be a heavy understatement.

Perhaps it was simply foolish of you, asking for his assistance and deluding yourself into believing that he might aid you without any traces of his usual sass and impudent attitude.

Perhaps you should’ve expected him to hold you to his unbelievably high standards, refusing to allow you to move onto the rest of your paper before you’d presented him with an absolutely perfect introduction—which, in your mind, still makes no sense considering that your papers aren’t expected to be nearly as perfect as his—field work of more importance for an Amurta scholar like yourself.

And, perhaps, your mental well-being would be in far better condition if you’d simply decided to try and complete everything yourself. ꒰… Though, it was hard to deny the sneaking suspicion that he still might’ve involved himself had you not gone to him first—meddlesome as he is.꒱

You half-expect him to return the parchment to your hands, demanding that you rewrite them for the nth time before seeking out his judgment once more—but he doesn’t. Instead, he pulls one of your drafts from the stack, slapping the rest onto the empty space beside him in order to give the chosen sheet a once-over. He nods, holding it out to you, and allows you to take it from him before he speaks once more.

“This is the most tolerable.” The Wanderer begins, and you’ve lived with him long enough to understand that it’s a compliment, “Just cut out some of the filler, and it’ll be usable.”

There are practically tears in your eyes as you reread it—fingers having suffered numerous cramps in the efforts of producing a favorable outline—and the extent of your reaction certainly isn’t lost on your roommate, who’s taken to eyeing you as though you’ve gone mad. He scoffs, raising an eyebrow at you.

“You’re looking at that thing like you’ve completed the entire paper.”

“Honestly?” You laugh, though it comes out sounding slightly strained. “I’ve got half a mind to submit this introduction alone and just be done with it.”

He narrows his eyes at you, lips thinning, as if trying to figure out how serious you’re being. There’s a beat of silence before he finally responds.

“Don’t."

ii.

While beings can survive in a Withering Zone, the effects are extremely harmful to humans, who require a Vision to simply resist its power. Even brief exposure could cause serious effects…

Withering Zones are initially created as a… Nascent Zone which attracts a small amount of monsters and begins to corrupt the surrounding area…

Something, something, Fetid Boughs… branches… tumors, affect people…

..!

You don’t even realize that you’d fallen asleep until your face collides with the surface of your desk, eyes snapping open in a panic as you frantically peel yourself away from the wood. The entire world feels as though it’s spinning, senses dulled by exhaustion, hands sliding beneath the frames of your glasses ꒰and surely smudging the lenses, though you hardly had it in you to care anymore꒱ before sliding down the length of your face in an exaggeratedly annoyed motion.

The Akademiya was going to be the death of you. 

Annoyingly enough, the information within your stupidly thick textbook seemed just as foreign to you as it had when you’d first sat down for the evening, a simple fact that stranded you somewhere between a mental breakdown and full-blown insanity. The life of an academic truly was far more trouble than it was worth. 

The flame contained within your lantern flickered, almost tauntingly so ꒰though perhaps that was the lack of sleep getting to you꒱, besides you.

At this point, you longed for nothing more than to cast aside your studies for the night, lay down atop your tantalizingly soft mattress, and go to sleep—abandoning your problems and forcing your future self to deal with them in your stead.

As things often are, however, making such a decision would be incredibly troublesome, the scholar responsible for your agony having already declared his intentions of quizzing you the very next morning. An awfully strict man, well in on the years, and he didn’t seem nearly fond enough of you to extend any sympathy towards your plight—something that you ꒰regrettably꒱ couldn’t help but understand, seeing as you’d been given a full week to prepare and foolishly chose to wait until the very night before.

Throwing your head back, you blankly stare up at the ceiling, vision swimming in off-which as you attempt to reel in your concentration. It wasn’t working—though you hardly even expected it to—past instances of your procrastination having left you well aware of the outcome.

You’d stay up all night, reviewing and reviewing and reviewing—as though your life depended on it—pass out an hour or so before you’d have to get up for the day, regret every single one of your life’s choice while rushing out of your room, swear off ever procrastinating again… and then repeat the cycle in a month’s time when the lesson wore off.

The sound of your bedroom’s door creaking open is enough to pull you out of your thoughts, though you make no effort to face the intruder until you register a sharp flick on your exposed forehead. Your body jerks, and you turn towards the Wanderer with a sudden start, about to scold him for the ludicrous amount of strength that he always puts into the gesture before you notice the bowl that he’s placed directly in front of you.

You blink. He says nothing, instead choosing to remove the pen from your hand and slot a spoon into its space, and you reminisce to the time where he’d attempted to teach you to use chopsticks only for you to spill soy sauce all over yourself.

“... Hat Guy?” You murmur, slightly softened ꒰gorgeous꒱ features cringing as the nickname escapes your lips. 

“Call me that again and I’ll eat this myself.”

“Really, you’re no fun at all, Wanderer…” Your tone is lighthearted, mirth within your tone as he rolls his eyes.

He chooses not to respond to that statement, and you choose not to try and stretch out the conversation, instead leaning slightly towards the bowl in order to get a better look at its contents. Shimi Chazuke, his favorite food, as you’ve come to find out, pieces of eel piled atop the rice to an almost shocking degree—considering his habit of hoarding all of it whenever he went through the effort of making the dish.

Seemingly dissatisfied by your hesitance to dig in, he decides to offer some explanation for the gesture. “I made this in order to encourage you, yet it seems as though you won’t even be able to keep your eyes open long enough to properly enjoy it.”

“You did all of that for me?” You ask, brain having already turned to mush and doing absolutely nothing to stop tears from welling up in your eyes—donning a dopey smile as you stare up at him. A flash of red paints his features, and without his hat, he turns away from you to save face.

“... The eel is good for brain function, so you should at least eat that. Perhaps it’ll give you the intellect to curb this foolish habit of yours.” You giggle, and he huffs, the lack of bite within his statement clear to the both of you. “Throw out the rest if you don’t want it. I don’t care.” He does, but you choose not to mention it. 

“And here I was thinking you were going to be fully nice to me.” You tease, taking a bite and savoring the taste. The Wanderer lets out a scoff as the entirety of your body relaxes, though the increased intensity of his blush betrays his true sentiments of the matter. “... Thank you, though. It… It really means a lot.” You continue, trying to be as earnest as you possibly can when you’re a moment’s notice away from collapsing into the bowl.

“Don’t mention it.” He grumbles, lips pressed together, and it’s enough for you to decide that you won’t be following that command. “... And take a break. The human mind isn’t good at processing information while deprived of sleep.”

“Pfft—You say that as if you aren’t a human yourself.”

He pauses at that, and for a split second, his expression shifts into something somber. At least, that’s what you assume, because the very moment that you can comprehend the change within his mood he’s already turning his back towards you and walking out of your room. “... Take a break.”

The door closes before you can respond. And with steam wafting from the bowl, contents still too hot for you to indulge in, your torturous study session is made the slightest bit more tolerable.

iii.

As it turns out, leaving your umbrella within the confines of your home while the sky is violently gray outside was ꒰regardless of the fact that you only had one lecture that particular day꒱ an absolutely terrible idea. Deciding to run through the storm pouring over the Akademiya instead of simply waiting it out was an even more foolish course of action, clothing completely soaked through and body dripping wet by the time you stepped into the safety of your abode.

… In hindsight, you probably should’ve just gone back for the damned thing when you’d noticed Kaveh—notorious for forgetting them—walking around with one in hand. At least then, even if you might’ve been a few minutes late, you wouldn’t be missing a full day of academics in order to recover from the sickness you’d come down with. Nor would you have been placed beneath the Wanderer’s surveillance, your ‘beloved’ roommate having insisted ꒰for some strange reason꒱ on staying home to keep watch on your condition.

It was sweet, at first. Oddly domestic, considering just how emotionally constipated the man is, almost always attempting to convince you that he didn’t care for you in the slightest—even when his actions made it clear that he didn’t think as lowly of you as he insisted.

But by the Archons was he attentive. Too attentive, really, confining you to your bedroom and feeding you medicine so bitter that you’d had to pinch your nose closed in order to keep from gagging. Reminders that his actions were for the sake of your own health did little to reassure you, did nothing to lessen the sting of annoyance that pierced your chest whenever he pushed you back down onto your mattress or pulled your blanket from your shivering form, berating you for making your fever worse despite the chills you felt running through your veins. 

And you, being the stubborn thing that you were, would simply go through the effort in reuniting it with your body, lounging in bliss until he next returned to check in on your condition.

Like right now, for example.

“Would you stop covering yourself already?” There’s a rag in the Wanderer’s hand as he opens the door, a deep scowl tugging down at his lips as he walks over to you—long strides, like he’s in a hurry—before the duvet is unceremoniously stripped away. While he’d previously contented himself with placing it on the other end of the bed, he takes things further this time, mink bunching up between his fingers and pattern distorting as he pulls it away from the bed entirely. You don’t even have the chance to protest before he continues talking.

“Do you even know how hot you are right now?” And if you were in better condition, and if he didn’t already appear to be so irritated with you already, that would've been the perfect opportunity to mess with him. “It’s almost as if you’re trying to die, you know that?”

“Not my fault I feel like I’m freezing.” You retort, knowing full well that it… technically is, pouting as you watch him drop your salvation to the floor, now nothing more than a useless heap. Although there wasn’t anything that was physically retraining you from getting up in order to reclaim it once he was busy doing anything else, the lightheadedness you were experiencing certainly didn’t make the option seem all that appealing. He seemed to realize that, too, placing it in the furthest corner of the room.

Smart, yes, but dreadfully annoying.

“Oh,” his tone is practically dripping with sarcasm as the sound escapes his mouth, “so I should believe the person who looks halfway to the grave?”

“... Maybe?”

He slaps the rag onto your head with a loud smack, wet and cold, a shiver running through your spine as your hands instinctively shoot up to remove the offending object. He catches both of your wrists without so much as a word, barely having to battle your weakened self in order to lower them back down to your sides, grip lingering for a few seconds until he’s entirely certain that you won’t make another attempt to take it off. And perhaps you’ve simply become delusional in your feverish state, but you find yourself missing his touch once he finally moves his hands away.

You’re saved the embarrassment of admitting this, however, when he speaks—pools of indigo scrutinizing your movements as he straightens up.

“The lavender melon soup I’m making is almost done.” He informs you, and your weary mind stews in confusion for a few seconds before remembering that they originate from Inazuma, practically all the way on the other side of Teyvat.

While the abolishment of the Vision Hunt Decree made it possible for merchants to import the fruit, it was still considered a novelty within Sumeru, prices too stupidly high for you to justify the purchase. You frowned, unsure of just how much mora he had to shell out in order to buy them. “... If I come back and see you with that blanket again, it’s not going to be the illness that ends you.”

You laugh at the threat, and he sighs, mumbling an 'I mean it' before retreating into the kitchen. You decide not to test him any further.

… And, apparently decide to find another source of warmth, because you wake up the next morning atop the couch with your fever broken and your face buried in the Wanderer’s chest. There's nobody around to tease the both of you for the compromising position—this time—though you still end up turning up to your classes totally red-faced, mute against the concerned inquiries of your fellow scholars.

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[minkkumaz]

I'VE NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE, TEACH ME?

the basic idea of romeo and juliet's balcony scene is the feeling of loving someone you aren't supposed to love. so why is idol kim seungmin knocking on your second - story window? why does he keep coming to you even though he knows it's forbidden?

PAIRING kim seungmin x fem!reader WC 1.7k TAGS forbidden love trope. friends to lovers. fluff. angst if you squint. intense kissing. cussing. OMI NOTE my first work here <3 i really enjoyed writing this but it's definitely not proofread aha.

the tragedy of romeo and juliet, a play written by william shakespeare. there’s a famous scene within the sonnet, where juliet sits atop the balcony that connects to her bedroom; where ultimately she ponders as to why must her one true love, romeo, be apart of her rival family. they’re forbidden to be together, yet their love for one another is so immense.

it was almost as if you were living some parts of the story when you found out kim seungmin was a well - known idol. you felt like the two of you were destined to be together, like it was written in the stars. but it wasn’t going to work out, you knew that.

you heard him calling behind you that night he got recognized by two girls. you were internally grateful that they didn’t even notice you because of how blinded they were by him. the pavement was damp with nightly mist, and the sound of your heavy footsteps ultimately drowning out his voice.

as soon as you arrived home, you kicked off your shoes at the door and ignored your parents’ questions such as, “where have you been, y/n? your curfew ended ten minutes ago.”

you never entered your bedroom with such a heavy heart. pulling out your laptop and violently typing up the name kim seungmin, only to be met with millions of search results.

kinfo.com: kim seungmin is one of the eight members of south korean boy group stray kids, under the company jyp, leader in entertainment.

straykidsupdates.com: has everyone seen seungmin in the most recent comeback? he’s totally cute and definitely carried that s-class pre chorus! instagram.com/realstraykids: stray kids (스트레이 키즈) official instagram

you closed your laptop before falling back into the pillows on your bed and letting out a heavy sigh. heartbroken was an understatement, you were so upset. if he had told you earlier you wouldn’t have let yourself fall in love with him.

the day you met seungmin was a run in at a small cafe you were wanting to try out (which now made so much more sense considering it was across the street from the jyp building). he wasn’t paying attention to where he was looking, causing him to bump into you and make you drop your food. you were not looking for any payment whatsoever, but he was insistent.

before you knew it, he was paying for your food and sitting down in front of you to make small talk and apologize. 

the conversation you had with him went on until the sun barely peaked over the horizon. it was starting to get dark outside and the cafe cashier was getting very sick of the two of you. with full stomachs and happy grins, he walked you home.

afterwards, you met almost every week for months just to talk and hang out. you grew to love the person he was, and the feeling was most definitely mutual. despite this, he never bothered to share his work life and you never bothered to look him up on google.

now, you sat extremely frustrated and crying. your pillows grew a wet patch from your tears. how could you forget him? the blankets you snuggled with did an adequate job at comforting you, though you knew seungmin was the best at that.

barely an hour passed before there was a quiet knock at your window. at first you thought it was the wind, but your suspicions were proved wrong when it knocked a little harder and less infrequent.

you got up from you bed and trudged to open your curtains, being met with a very familiar, puppy - dog - like boy. your eyes went wide.

“what the fuck? seungmin what are you doing at my window?” you whisper shout, feeling the cool air blow through your bedroom as you opened the window.

“you weren’t answering your phone, and you never let me explain.” seungmin panted a little, lodging himself between two thick tree branches.

“it’s unsafe to be climbing this tree! it’s been here longer than i’ve been alive. what happened to the front door?” you pulled him into your bedroom, trying to be as quiet as possible.

“we both know you’ve broken curfew three times this past week, your parents would never let me inside to talk to you.” he sighed, sitting on your windowsill.

“jeez, seungmin. you’re such an idiot…” you mumble with defeat.

“listen, i’m so sorry i haven’t told you about being a whole idol thing. i was going to, trust me, i just never got around to it.” “way to go for an explanation. you know we can’t do this min.” “why do you think i never told you? so i could lose the one person that actually liked me for the person i am, rather than the things i could provide?” he admit.

“i don’t think i can mentally date a kpop idol, seungmin. i really really like you but, theres so many complications.” you turn your back to him so he can’t get too close of a look at your puffy face.

suddenly his hand interlocked with yours, pulling you back a little.

“y/n, come out with me. let me show you that we can work. that this is worth it.” 

you couldn’t bring yourself to fully look at him, scared that his cute pouty face would convince you. “i can’t sneak out seungmin… my parents would kill me.” “then let them kill you, don’t give up on us, please. just this one night for me to show you how dear you are to me.” he lifts your chin up with his hand, frowning at the tear marks on your face. 

“but i’ve never done this before, will you teach me?” you sniff sadly.

“i won’t let you get caught. just follow my lead okay?” seungmin let go of your face and went to stuff pillows under your blankets, making a somewhat believable body. whilst doing so, you slipped on a different pair of shoes quickly.

he made sure to click off your lights before leading you towards the window. it wasn’t too bad of a climb down, but you were nervous nonetheless. 

“hold onto my hand, i’ll tell you where to step.” he gently held onto you so you could safely get down with him. as soon as your shoes hit the grass, a sense of euphoria overcomes you. there was so much excitement about disobeying the strict rules your parents laid on you, but you couldn’t hide the underlying worry.

“see? and that was the hard part.” he smiles at you, still hand and hand.

seungmin takes you to a parked car a few houses down from your own. the top was pulled down and there was an extremely prominent bouquet of lilies in the passenger seat. when it came into view, you squeezed his hand and grinned.

“how’d you know i liked lilies?” you replaced yourself with the flowers, sitting down comfortably with them in your lap.

“i didn’t, but i’m glad i made the right choice.”

the houses of your neighborhood passed by in a blur, all of them merging together as the car sped up. the breeze was cold, but you didn’t seem to mind. there was a feeling of warmth you felt when you were with seungmin, and this wasn’t any different.

there was a comfortable silence between you guys. neither of you bothered to say anything, basking in the presence of one another.

when he pulled up to the parking lot of a nearby park, you finally spoke.

“you took me to a park in the middle of the night to prove how much you want to be with me?” you ask.

“here, you’ll see.” seungmin took off his seatbelt and crawled into the back seat, motioning you to join him. 

you abide, leaning over the center console towards him, still being careful not to ruin anything. as you plop yourself next to him, he pulls you to snuggle up against his chest. you could hear his heart beating a thousand miles per minute, but you could argue that yours was beating faster.

“look up.” he points towards the sky and your gaze follows.

stars. they dazzled, lightening the velvety night sky. they vary in size and brightness, forming intricate patterns that make you dizzy. 

“it’s beautiful, seungmin.” you look over at his face, illuminated by the moonlight above. his features look much more perfect when you’re close.

“we’re all so similar to stars, y/n.” he started, rubbing circles into one of your hands, “there are so many that shine brightly in the sky, but you’re the only one i really care about.”

“gosh seungmin, you’re such a flirt.” you laugh, “but you’re an idol, you were trained to be charming.”

“i’m serious, y/n. you’re right in the sense that dating as an idol is really fucking hard. but my love for you is so real. shouldn’t that overpower it? nobody but my friends and the company have to know.”

you move your head away from his chest to look at him,”you love me?”

“of course i love you, y/n. i would be a fool not to.” he lifts you closer to him so you’re straddling his lap. when you move your hands up to cover your blushing face, he stops you. “you’re so pretty.” he whispers. “we’ll figure out everything i promise. i just need to be with you.”

“then be with me.” you affirmed, taking a small step closer to his face.

the distance between you and seungmin narrows slowly, and you can smell the sweet scent of his cologne, making you even more aware of his presence.

there are butterflies swarming in your stomach, convincing you that none of this is real. but as soon as his lips connected with yours, you were absolutely sure it was.

for the first few seconds, it was sweet. but the overwhelming feeling of so much love quickly turned into desperation. 

something that he’s been waiting for in all the months of knowing you finally was his. the kiss lasted for what seemed like forever, evident by the redder your lips became.

it wasn’t until you were interrupted by a buzzing that shook the car seat. a mere string of saliva connected the two of your bruised lips. you looked around cluelessly before your phone, before seeing recognizable caller id.

“fuck, my dad’s calling me.”

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[lacrimaomnis]

BRF Reading, 4/2/2024

As written, this is merely a speculation and therefore must be taken with a grain of salt. This speculation is not true until proven otherwise. 

My question is, I am asking for a clarification. What is the Seven of Swords in my reading regarding if BRF will take Harry back about?

Comments/Remarks: This reading uses reversals. Reversed cards are denoted with (Rx) at the end of their names.

Cards drawn: Ace of Pentacles, Two of Pentacles (Rx), The Magician (Rx), Two of Cups (Rx) Underlying energy: The World, Three of Swords

Summary: Something about the reproduction and fertility, money, and relationship. Mostly about money.

First card: Ace of Pentacles. Aces are cards about a budding opportunity, and Ace of Pentacles is the card about a budding opportunity in the realm of material concerns. As a person card, this is the card of an Earth-sign (Taurus, Capricorn, Virgo) child or toddler. In my deck, this card is illustrated as a fat rabbit with a necklace of a pentacle (Ace) on its neck, and in ancient cultures rabbits are a symbol of fertility and reproduction, and an omen of a new life.

Does the BRF know something about Harry and Meghan's children that we don't know? Aces tend to be vague, but Ace of Pentacles is usually the most pronounced of all Aces. There is a strong energy about reproduction and fertility around this card. Are the rumours Harry infertile (shooting blanks) true? Are the rumours that the children are born of a surrogate is true? Or worse, are the suspicions that the children do not exist true? I don't know. There is just the message that the BRF knows something relating to the reproduction aspect of Harry and Meghan's lives, which makes me think of the children.

Second card: Two of Pentacles, reversed. Two of Pentacles is the card about balancing your earthly resources and concerns, depicted as a juggler skilfully juggling two coins (pentacles) while the wave laps at his feet. This is usually the more literal cards of the deck, and because it is reversed, I think the message here is also literal: Harry can no longer balance his resources, he is not skilled at utilising his resources (i.e., money) and this card makes me think that he's in debt. The news that Harry is ordered to pay by the court for his court case comes to mind. Does this mean that Harry doesn't have the money to pay for his court case and the BRF knows it?

Third card: The Magician, reversed. The Magician is the first archetype we encounter in the Fool's journey, and it is ruled by the planet Mercury, and the sign Aries. Mercury is the planet of logic, skill, and intellect, and this card usually speaks about manifestation. In my deck, The Magician is illustrated as a simian character with a lemniscate symbol over its head, wielding a staff raised to the sky, and with a pentacle tied to a string on its finger, pointing towards the earth:

If reversed, the pentacle is now above and the staff is now below. Has Harry been asking for money from above (i.e., the BRF)? Has he been trying to manifest wealth (i.e., making more money) with no luck? He also seems to reinforce the message of Two of Pentacles; that Harry is unskilful in handling his money and now that he has to ask for money or manifesting that money.

Fourth card: Two of Cups, reversed. This is generally the card of lovers, of having a good partnership or relationship with others and mutual understanding. This card is illustrated as a pair of male and female tigers (jaguar? Panther? I think?) touching foreheads with a cup underneath their gaze, and above them is a pair of lovebirds. The lovers aspect of this card speaks to me, so I think this is about Harry and Meghan's relationship. Reversed, this card means the absence of that relationship and the lack of happiness or mutual understanding. I think what this card is saying is that the BRF knows there is no more relationship between Harry and Meghan, or the fact that no one wants to be related to Harry and Meghan anymore -- that they have become the Hollywood's laughingstock. Or does the BRF know something about Harry and Meghan's relationship as it currently stands? Are the suspicions saying that they are heading for a divorce true?

Underlying energy 1: The World. This is the final archetype the Fool encounters on its journey, and it is the card of completion, the end of a cycle. She is depicted in my deck as the emissary of the four fixed signs: Aquarius, Taurus, Leo, and Scorpio.

The energy of this card is that of "the end is near, and soon someone will be victorious, all that we need to do is to wait for the pieces to fall into their place".

Underlying energy 2: Three of Swords. This is the card of betrayal and heartache, depicted in my deck as two birds with two swords driven through their chest, and a third sword behind the birds. This is a bloody card, and this card seems to tell me that the knowledge BRF holds will either cause them heartache, or cause Harry and Meghan pain, or both. I am not getting anything else from this card.

Repeating numbers: 1 and 2. The spread, when looked at numerically, has the sequence of 1 (Ace of Pentacles) 2 (Two of Pentacles) 1 (The Magician) 2 (Two of Cups). Some school of thoughts believe that if the sequential numbers are lower ones (like in this reading), the situation is still open-ended, as the situation has just starting to unfold. I can't tell you what this means, as I don't know either, but the repeating numbers do get my attention.

Conclusion: Whatever the BRF knows about the 'duplicitous' or 'sneaky' things Harry and Meghan have done, there will be an end to things, and there will be a fallout, and a quite painful one at that.

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[evanesdust]

more than a maybe

written for- @sterekfests prompt: "Kiss me at midnight." @sterekweekly word: present @sterekbingo Christmas square: new years eve

Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Additional Tags: POV Stiles Stilinski, Childhood Friends, Secret Crush, Gay Stiles Stilinski, Coming Out, Bisexual Derek Hale, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, New Year's Eve, New Year's Kiss, First Kiss, Getting Together

Summary:

…the one where Stiles thought his crush on Derek was unrequited. Spoiler: it wasn't.

"Have you seen Derek?" Cora asked, handing Stiles a glass of champagne. "There's only a few more minutes until midnight…"

Stiles rolled his eyes, ignoring her teasing grin as he took the glass.

"No, I haven't." Which was weird since they were usually attached at the hip, but Stiles was definitely going to look for him now.

Cora smirked and moved away to join the rest of the Hales gathered in the living room for the New Year's Eve celebration. Stiles had a sneaking suspicion that she knew about his crush on Derek. Hell, Derek probably knew, too, because sometimes Stiles caught Derek studying him—as if he were trying to guess what Stiles was thinking.

His scrutiny certainly never helped keep the blood from rushing to all the wrong places on Stiles's body, including his cheeks. That damned blush had been the bane of his existence ever since he realized that his feelings for Derek were far from platonic.

Because they were friends. Best friends.

And that was what made this whole situation a giant cliché. Stiles couldn't risk their friendship over an unrequited crush on his straight best friend, even if every fiber of his being was screaming at him just to tell Derek how he felt. It was safer to keep those feelings buried deep down, where they couldn't cause any damage.

Stiles figured Derek was probably hiding away from the noise and the crowd, staring at the stars. So he made his way through the party to where he was sure Derek would be, and sure enough, as he passed the large picture window facing the backyard, he spotted a familiar silhouette sitting on the deck, looking up at the night sky.

Derek.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Stiles stepped outside and quietly shut the door behind him. The crisp night air bit at his cheeks as he walked toward Derek, trying to think of something to say that didn't involve confessing his undying love.

"Hey. You okay?" Stiles asked as he drew closer, his footsteps echoing on the deck's wooden slats.

They'd practically grown up together, friends since elementary school, and Stiles could usually tell if Derek was broodier than normal. From the stiff way Derek was sitting, something was definitely bothering him. There was only a two-year age difference between them, even though Derek seemed more mature at times—like he was an old soul who'd seen it all and had the cynicism to prove it. But also like a protector since Derek always seemed to be looking out for Stiles, even when it wasn't necessary.

Derek glanced briefly over his shoulder. "Yeah, just"—he sighed—"got some things on my mind."

Stiles sank down beside him and dangled his feet over the edge of the deck, mimicking Derek's posture.

"Wanna talk about it?"

Derek sighed again. "I know about your crush on me."

It was said so suddenly that Stiles tensed beside him, barely breathing. Fuck. His heart hammered in his chest, and he couldn't look Derek in the eye. This was it; this was the moment that would change everything. Stiles had imagined a hundred different scenarios, but he never expected Derek to bring it up first.

"I…I…" Stiles cleared his throat. "I'm sorry…if that makes you uncomfortable, I mean."

That was the last thing Stiles ever wanted. Derek was his best friend, one of the most important people in his life. The fear of ruining that was paralyzing.

"It doesn't," Derek said, turning to face Stiles with an intensity in his gaze that Stiles had never seen directed at him before. "It's just...I didn't know how to bring it up. Or what to do about it. I've been trying to figure out my own feelings. And they're not as straightforward as I thought."

Stiles was sure his heart skipped a beat, or maybe it stopped altogether. "W-What do you mean?"

Because there was no way Derek meant—

"I'm…I think I'm bi." Derek's confession came out in a rush, his voice barely above a whisper, yet it seemed to resonate with the importance of a shout in the quiet of the night.

Stiles felt like his entire world had just shifted on its axis. "You think or you know?"

"I know. I know I'm bi," Derek answered with more conviction this time.

Stiles's mind was racing, his previous worries suddenly replaced by a burgeoning hope that was probably reckless to entertain. Just because Derek was bi didn't mean he had feelings for Stiles.

"Well, that's—you know you can talk to me about anything, right? Like if you have questions or…" God, Stiles had no idea what he was saying. He just wanted to be there for his friend. To support him, regardless of how this might turn out because that was what friends did for each other. So, instead, he blew out a breath. "So, how did you—"

"Know?" Derek finished. "It was you."

Stiles's eyes went wide, his head snapping back to look at Derek.

Me? he wanted to ask, but it was as if speaking were a foreign concept. His mind couldn't wrap around a single word to utter out loud. All of this time, he'd been so wrapped up in his own feelings and fears that it had never occurred to him that Derek might be grappling with concerns just as considerable, perhaps even more profound. That Derek could be struggling with the same revelation about his sexuality, in part because of him. That maybe, just maybe, his feelings weren't unrequited after all.

"If I'm being honest, I've had… I've had feelings for you for a while," Derek admitted, looking away from him. His throat bobbed as his confession hung between them, tangible and heavy in the cool night air. Stiles could hardly believe what he was hearing. It was as if Derek had just presented him with the key to a door he'd been certain was locked forever.

"You…you have? For me?" Stiles stammered, his voice a mix of disbelief and cautious optimism. Derek nodded, finally turning to meet Stiles's wide-eyed gaze.

"Yeah. For you, Stiles. I just didn't know how to say it, and I was scared it would mess up our friendship." Derek's voice cracked slightly with the vulnerability of his admission.

"But…" Stiles frowned, confusion mingling with the sudden burst of elation that was threatening to overwhelm him. "You just said that you knew I had a crush on you."

Derek let out a humorless chuckle. "I thought you might, but I wasn't sure. Not until now. And I was worried about how it would affect everything. Our friendship, the group dynamics, our families..." Silence hung in the air for a moment before he continued, "You mean too much to me to risk it all on a maybe. I love you, Stiles."

Was Stiles dreaming? The possibility of Derek returning his feelings was something he had never let himself hope for; it was too painful to even contemplate. But he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that when Derek said he loved him, it wasn't just as a friend. There was something deeper in his words, a resonance that couldn't be faked. Stiles's breath caught in his throat, and for a second, he couldn't find his voice. When he finally spoke, every word was laced with emotion.

"It's more than a maybe, Derek. It always has been," Stiles said earnestly, his voice thick with the weight of his own confession. With shaky fingers, he was brave enough to reach out and cup Derek's face. "I love you, too. I always have, and I always will."

Derek shivered and angled closer. Stiles's pulse blotted out the sounds of the nearby party and people counting down.

"Stiles," Derek breathed out, his breath hitching as their foreheads touched. "Kiss me."

So Stiles did.

Derek made a sound in the back of his throat—part groan, part sigh—as Stiles's heart galloped wildly. He was so afraid Derek would change his mind and pull away that Stiles reached out, tangling his hand in Derek's shirt and holding him steady. When Derek's tongue flicked against his, Stiles's entire body came alive, and he understood what this kissing thing was all about. It was breathy and heart-stopping and amazing.

They kissed for a long time, Derek's warm fingers gripping his neck and Stiles's twisted in his shirt, only breaking apart to catch their breath before going back for more. His lips were firm, his tongue was soft, and Stiles wanted to live in this moment and never come up for air.

But eventually, he did, panting softly against Derek's mouth, their foreheads still pressed together, eyes still closed.

Derek's hand, still on Stiles's neck, slid up into his hair, a gesture so tender that it made Stiles's heart swell even more. They stayed like that for a while, just breathing each other in, until the chill of the night reminded him they were still outdoors.

"Let's go inside before you freeze," Derek murmured, his breath warming Stiles's face.

"Yeah," Stiles agreed, voice hoarse from their intense kiss. "But, uh, what do we—"

"Tell everyone?"

Stiles nodded, wondering how the others would take the news. If Derek even wanted everyone to know yet because he wouldn't just be announcing that they were dating, he'd be coming out, and that was huge.

"Well, first I'll probably tell them that I'm bi. After that…" Derek took Stiles's hand, lifting it and kissing his knuckles. "We'll tell them we're…boyfriends?"

It came out more as a question than a statement, and Stiles's heart beat even faster—if that was possible.

"Are you sure?" he asked, not wanting Derek to feel pressured into putting a label on things too quickly. "We don't have to—"

"I've never been more sure about anything." Derek met his eyes, his gaze clear and steady. "I want to call you my boyfriend and have the world know that I'm yours and you're mine."

It was a yes—a resounding yes that seemed to echo in the quiet that followed, and a wave of relief crashed over him, mingling with excitement and a touch of nerves.

"Okay then, boyfriend," Stiles said with a grin that lit up his entire face. "Let's go inside and figure out the rest together."

Hand in hand, they walked back into the house, their future unwritten but promising. This was the start of something new, something real, and Stiles couldn't wait to see where it would lead.

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Fluffcember Day 3 | Kiss me if you dare

Pairing | College student!Ransom Drysdale x Shy!College Student!Fem!Reader Word count | 1.7K Summary | Some students have decided to set up a kissing booth to raise money for your upcoming senior prom. The person in the booth is the guy you've had a crush on for a long time: Ransom Drysdale. Little do you know he's standing there with one motive only: kissing you, the woman he's been crushing on since day one.

Rating | Teen (T) Warning(s) | Mutual pining, a few mentions of anxiety/shyness. A/n | This one-shot is written for day 3 of my Fluffcember 2023 Challenge! As soon as I saw this prompt, Ransom was the first person to pop into my head, and I can't say I regret it for even a second 😉 Thank you to @ccbsrmsf1 for proofreading, and I hope you will all enjoy this as much as I did when writing it! 🎄 Events Masterlist | Kissing booth | @buckys-wintersoldier Masterlist | ''I gotta do this more often'' | @ultimatechrisbingo

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Main Masterlist | Ransom Drysdale Masterlist

It's a warm spring day as you're sitting outside during lunch with some of your classmates, but you don't hear a single thing they're saying. Your gaze is constantly focused on the man you've had a crush on ever since you first laid eyes on him, and you haven't looked away since you sat down.

All your friends are discussing the upcoming senior prom and how it might not happen, but you're so lost in your daydream that you're only snapped out of it once your classmate Scarlett nearly shoves you off the bench.

"Did you even hear a word we said?!" She exclaims, and a bright red spreads over your face as you know you've been caught staring.

"I-I'm sorry," you say softly as you turn back, and when you look away, the man you were looking at looks your way, and you miss his gaze.

Scarlett rolls her eyes in response before summarizing what she and your other classmates discussed earlier.

"There's a rumor going around about a kissing booth so they can raise money for the senior prom, and I'm going to give you one guess who will be standing in it," she says with a big smile, wiggling her eyebrows.

"W-what? Are you- I mean- Really?" you say when the realization dawns on you who will be in it. Ransom Drysdale - a.k.a. the man you've been crushing on for a long time.

She confirms your suspicions, and the butterflies in your stomach go crazy, your smile almost splitting your face in half from excitement.

Your feeling doesn't last long, however, because when the feelings finally dawn on you that you have to kiss him - the one thing you've dreamt of since the first moment you crossed paths - your brain shuts down.

Your head snaps back to Ransom, and the smile you were sporting earlier vanishes. The bright red color on your face returns as he shoots a wink your way.

On the other side of the outside area of your college, Ransom is sitting with some of his friends, and he occassionally shoots glances your way because he can't keep his eyes off you.

For him, it was truly love at first sight when he saw you; he has never experienced anything like it. But deep down inside, he hopes he won't have to experience it again because he only wants you.

During the four years of your English Literature degree, you shared most classes with him, except for your minor, which you both took in a different field of expertise.

But when you two did share classes, you were usually stealing glances without the other one ever knowing. It's as if the universe was playing a cruel joke on you both, leaving you wondering what the other person was thinking and feeling.

Your patience will be rewarded soon, though, and it all started with that one wink.

A few weeks have passed since then, and the days leading up to the kissing booth have slowly crept closer. Everyone in your senior year has been talking about it, and for a while, it almost felt like you were back in high school again.

''Only a few days left. Are you sure you're not going to join in on the fun?! I heard he's an amazing kisser; you shouldn't miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!'' Scarlett tells you excitedly.

In all fairness, you haven't stopped to think about it for even a second since you found out it will be him inside the booth. The one thing that's mainly stopping you is your shyness.

You've never been one to enjoy the focus in a crowd, and to have to kiss the man you've been crushing on for the longest time without ever telling him only makes your anxiety and shyness worse.

''I-I don't know,'' you tell Scarlett softly. It's not like you've never kissed a guy before, but you're afraid that if you kiss Ransom, your feelings might go overboard while he might not even care.

''Wouldn't it be weird if I kissed him? I've had a crush on him for so long, and he barely even knows I exist...'' you sigh, but Scarlett is quick to shut those ideas down.

''Girl, trust me. It won't be weird, because I know he feels the same about you! You should totally partake, and after you two might fall in love and live happily ever after!'' she tells you cheerily, but all you feel is your stomach dropping.

As much as you'd like that, you can barely even string a sentence together when talking to him, let alone do this. But once the day finally arrives, you overcome your fears and leave your comfort zone.

''Here you go,'' you tell the girl collecting the money, and you get in line together with Scarlett. Since it's another warm spring day, you're dressed in a white and black polka-dotted sundress that hugs your figure in the perfect places.

Your hair is in a ponytail with a white bow, your loose curls swaying back and forth with every step you take. The look is finished with a pair of white Converse and subtle make-up.

As the sun shines through the windows, it makes you look almost ethereal, and as soon as Ransom notices you've gotten in line, he gets very excited.

With most people in line, he gives nothing more than a quick peck before moving on, but you're both getting a little nervous when you're inching closer to the front of the line.

''I'm not sure I can do this,'' you whisper to Scarlett when there are only two more people in line before it's your turn, but she turns to you before grabbing your upper arms.

''Girl, trust me. You're going to be fine, and you can do this. It'll be worth your while, alright? And if you want, I can go first so that you can see there's absolutely nothing to worry about.''

You think about it for a few seconds before you nod in agreement, and then it's your turn. Ransom can't keep his eyes off you as he stands there, his back straight and his chest slightly puffed out.

His hair is slicked yet a little messy, and he's wearing a thin sweater today in a color that compliments his eyes perfectly. You're standing behind Scarlett, yet you can smell his cologne, making you feel a little lightheaded in the best way possible.

Scarlett gives Ransom a quick kiss before moving out of the way, and that's when the realization sinks in that it is finally your turn. You're about to kiss the man you've been crushing on since your first meeting and the only one you want to kiss for the rest of your life.

''God, look at you. You're like an Angel straight from Heaven,'' he tells you, and it makes you blush uncontrollably, and you play with your fingers to give yourself a little release from the anxiety building.

''I- uh... T-Thank you,'' you mumble before lowering your head and closing your eyes tightly to fight the tears that threaten to escape embarrassment.

''Hey, it's okay. It's just me, and I'm not going to do anything you're not okay with,'' he tells you as he lifts your chin, and you look into his deep blue eyes.

''Do you trust me?'' he asks, and you nod before letting him close the distance between you two, and what he gives you is much more than a quick peck on the lips.

His lips slot together with yours perfectly, and his hand caressed your jaw before finding its home on your cheek, cradling it before tilting his head.

His tongue slides past your lower lip for entrance, which you happily grant, and every last nerve you thought you had is melting away completely.

Your hands find their place on his chest, the taste of Biscoff cookies is faintly lingering on his tongue, and you give yourself over to every last touch and flavor of him.

The kiss ends all too soon for your liking, but when you pull away, you're biting your lip as a smile threatens to escape your lips, and Ransom can't help but smile back at you.

''I gotta do this more often,'' he whispers to you, making you giggle softly. You nod before turning to Scarlett, who is waiting, and she's even more excited than you are about what happened.

You turn back to look at Ransom, and he's giving you one more wink before turning to the next person in line, but none of the kisses will ever compare to the one he just shared with you.

Later that day, when your last class is over, Ransom calls your name as you walk out of the building, and he catches up with you.

''Can I ask something?'' he asks when he finally catches up with you, and you stop in your tracks before turning your body to him, giving him your undivided attention.

''Yeah!'' you say excitedly.

''Would it be okay if I kiss you again? I can't stop thinking about how soft your lips are, and I'd like to kiss you again if you're okay-'' is all he can say before you practically fling yourself into his arms, closing the distance between you two.

It's not like he needed to ask twice. When you pull away, you both have a healthy flush on your cheeks and a big smile.

''Want to grab some dinner?'' you offer, and Ransom happily accepts. You hook your arm into his extended one as you two search for a place to have dinner and get to know each other better.

If there's anything this day has proven to you, stepping out of your comfort zone is okay. It might get you things you would have never thought possible.

''I can't wait to do this again if you'll have me,'' Ransom asks when you're standing in front of your apartment, and you nod in response. Now that you have him, you're not planning on letting him go.

''I'd love nothing more, Ransom,'' you say before getting onto your tiptoes and placing a small, tender, and lingering kiss on the corner of his mouth that has him instantly craving more.

He's had a taste of you and is confident that he's never tasted anything as sweet as you.

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Just a Touch of Your Love

Pairing: Fives x Fem!Reader

Summary: Fives follows you to your dance class thinking you’re going on a date. Confessions of love and sweet sweet smut ensue!

Warnings: mutual pining, oral sex (m & f receiving), PiV, lots of sappy worshipping

Word Count: 3785

A/N: I’m going to convert you all into Fives girlies (GN) one day. This man is just 🥰🫠 i LOVE writing Fives.

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Song smut was written to:

>We will be back on Coruscant 1300 today. Meet us at 79s at 1700 - Fives

You stared at the unexpected message on your datapad and you couldn’t contain the giddy leg kicks you did off the edge of your bed. Fives was coming home!

You were just friends. At least, you tried to convince yourself of that fact over and over but your heart didn’t seem to listen or care. So tonight you were throwing caution to the wind, consequences be damned. You were telling him. At 79s. After you’d had enough drinks to knock out a bull bantha.

>Have an appointment. Will be done around 1730. See you at 79s after!

You glanced at the chrono and made your way to the door tossing your small bag over your shoulder. In an effort to keep your mind occupied while Fives was gone, you’d joined a dance class at a local studio. The workout helped keep the anxiety about his safety and the stress from work at bay. You also loved it being walking distance from your apartment and you usually enjoyed having the opportunity to ruminate in your thoughts before class started. However, today you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being watched the entire trek to the studio.

“She says she’s busy and is going to be late.” Fives stared at your message on his datapad anxiously.

“So?” Hardcase absently answered as he laid in his bunk.

“What if she’s on a date?” Fives began to pace, mindlessly tapping the datapad against his thigh as he stroked his goatee.

“Which brings us back to…so? I thought you two were just friends.” Hardcase sat up, narrowing his eyes at his brother. He’d had suspicions that there was more there than Fives had wanted to admit.

“We…are. But any guy she’s with needs to meet my standards. I need to know she’s safe. Physically and emotionally.” Fives rubbed the back of his neck as he leaned against the parasteel wall of the barracks.

“Sure, brother. Whatever you have to tell yourself. So you’re going to follow her?” Hardcase cocked his eyebrow with a knowing grin.

“Yep,” Fives tossed the datapad down on his bunk and walked toward the door.

“Good luck. See you tonight at 79s!” Fives threw a hand up in a lazy wave as Hardcase called to him. However Hardcase had a feeling he wouldn’t be seeing his brother again until morning.

Fives followed you from your apartment to the dance studio. He sighed in relief when he realized it wasn’t a date and then was overwhelmed with curiosity at your new hobby you’d kept hidden from him. He briefly considered waiting for you at your apartment but he was brimming with a need to see what you were doing. He followed a small group of spectators in, and immediately scanned the room for you. His keen eyes spotted you, front and center of the small group of dancers that were already performing.

He swelled with pride watching the way you owned the room with smooth and graceful steps and the incredibly sexy gyration of your hips (maker your ass looked good in those heels and booty shorts.) His eyes were drawn to your lips that were silently mouthing the words of the (admittedly somewhat suggestive song) you were dancing to. If only he could kiss you right then and there. He couldn’t help but think how glad he was he wasn’t watching you on a date and how desperately he wished you were his.

As the class wrapped up you heard the giddy twitters of your fellow dancers. You turned to see what the commotion was about and flushed deeply seeing him watching you from across the room. His forearm rested against the wall and he leaned into it. His legs were slightly crossed, the toe of his right boot resting on the dorsum of his left. His helmet may have been on still but you could feel his gaze on you, completely ignoring the gaggle of giggling girls that had surrounded him. You gave a shy wave and made your way over, bag slung over your shoulder.

“Hey…what are you doing here?” You whispered as you tugged your hair back into a ponytail.

“Watching you. Can’t believe you were holding out on me! Let’s get out of here,” through the modulation of his voice you could hear the lilt of joy you’d missed so much while he’d been gone. He plucked the bag from your hand and escorted you out the door, hand ghosting the small of your back sending your heart racing as you began the walk back to your apartment.

“Why didn’t you tell me you’d taken up dance, mesh’la?”

“You always make fun of Hardcase’s dancing and I thought…”

“What? I make fun of Case because he can’t dance. He looks like an injured tauntaun. I wouldn’t make fun of you. You’re… graceful and lovely when you dance. I could watch you all day.” The earnest sincerity of his compliment sent your heart into a tailspin. You were certain that had he not been wearing that bucket you would have kissed him right then and there.

You paused, “But how did you find me? And why? You could have just waited for me at 79s.”

He removed his helmet and tucked it under his arm, “I’m an ARC trooper, babe. Reconnaissance is my specialty,” he winked at you. Your mouth pressed into a hard line as your eyes narrowed.

His bravado dropped as his shoulders turned in and he meekly continued. “Fine, You were so vague in your message and…well if you were on a date I wanted to make sure he wasn’t a sleemo. I wanted to make sure you were safe.”

You blinked, stunned speechless.

Fives clenched his jaw before a look of determination broke through, “Don’t you ever wonder why I always stay with you when we’re at 79s?”

You shrugged and kicked a pebble as you walked.

“Because I want to. I want to stay with you, not go home with some girl whose name I’ll forget by the time I sneak out of her apartment. I’d pick you a hundred, a thousand, no…a million times. No hesitation. I’d take on the entire CIS, GAR, and the chancellor himself just to keep you safe.”

“Oh. Well…what…what if….” You stared at your feet and picked at your nails.

“Yes, cyare?” His soft baritone offered comfort and safety.

“What if I want that? I want you?” You could barely squeak out the words, terrified you’d read the entire exchange wrong.

His nose crinkled briefly as he processed your statement, “You want…really? Me?”

His eyes lit up as you nodded your affirmation. He dropped your bag and closed the gap between you, he wrapped his arms around your thighs, hooking them under your bum and lifted you into a spin as his helmet clattered to the permacrete.

“Fives!” You yelped with giddy surprise, “what are you doing?”

“I saw it in a holofilm once and I wanted to try it,” a blush rose to his cheeks as he started to lower you back to the ground.

“No! Don’t put me down yet! I like it!” You pressed your forehead to his, unable to contain your beaming grin.

The remainder of your walk back to your apartment was filled with giggles, gentle touches, and joy radiating from both of you so brightly it put the twin suns of Tatooine to shame.

“So I will get cleaned up and we can head to 79s, yeah?” You twittered as you punched in the code for your door. The door hissed open but before you could walk inside, Fives’ fingers circled your wrist and yanked you back toward him.

“Fives!” You shrieked as he swept you into his arms again, “I’m sweaty and gross! I need a shower!”

He grasped the back of your neck and pulled you in for the first kiss he needed more than air.

“Mmph..not gross,” he mumbled, his lips pressed to yours. “…mph…sexy,” he continued with sloppy enthusiasm. “…beautiful…ethereal…delicious…resplendent..a divine goddess I will worship for the rest of my life…” Every praise filled adjective was punctuated with those frantic and sloppy kisses to emphasize his earnestness. “If you insist though, I’m joining you. At this point I don’t think I can stand being apart from you, mesh’la.”

His fingers tangled in your hair, pulling your head back to access your soft neck. The two of you clumsily fumbled through your door, pulling armor and clothing off haphazardly as you refused to pull apart from the kisses you’d both only dreamt of before that moment.

The mess of lips and limbs stumbled into the ‘fresher. You blindly fumbled for the tap as Fives’ hand at the back of your head kept your lips pressed to his own. You sighed into him as his warm soft lips parted, his tongue seeking entrance to entangle itself with yours. He pressed you against the shower wall as the water hissed to life, his lips never staying in one place for long. Your sighs touched his ears like a melody, your body the instrument and his kisses the method of playing it. He reveled in the sanctity of your skin on his and even still you both shared a ravenous need to be closer.

“Turn around,” he whispered into your lips as he reached for the shampoo over your shoulder.

His strong deft fingers began massaging your scalp. Kisses were interspersed along your neck and shoulders as his hands weaved an intimate and soothing rhythm through your locks. You tilted your head back, chasing the sensation of his fingers moving through your hair, a sensual sigh escaping your lips. He pressed a soft kiss to your temple as one hand continued massaging and the other trailed down your throat and along your collarbone. His fingers traipsed lazily along your skin, slowly working your floral body gel into a lather, caressing, tickling, teasing. His hands cupped your breasts, thumbs flicking your sensitive nipples. His teeth grazed your neck before he sucked his mark into your shoulder. Your melodious sounds stoked his own flame of arousal to a raging wildfire, his own groans a harmony in the song of your love. Your nails dragged along his thighs needily as you pressed ever closer to him. Wordlessly he turned you to face him again, running soapy hands along every soft curve of your body with devotion.

You followed his lead, massaging shampoo into his scalp until suds ran down his neck. You paused to press open mouthed kisses to his pecs, circling your tongue around each of his nipples. He growled in response, grasping at your waist as his head lolled back in electric pleasure. Your fingers traced the v-line leading down to his erect penis. You grasped the shaft, pumping a few times before dropping to your knees and taking his tip in your mouth. You relaxed your jaw allowing him to reach the back of your throat. His velvety skin alone was delicious and you ached to taste his release. You slowly dragged your mouth along his length, your tongue flicking and pressing until you reached the tip. You swirled your tongue around it, your pussy clenched as you tasted the precum he leaked. You sank your mouth to the base once more and he bucked his hips moaning your name. You dug your fingers into the firm cheeks of his ass, encouraging him to fuck your mouth. Drool poured down your chin as he grasped your hair, thrusting wildly as he chased the pleasure your mouth provided. Your fingers tightened their grip as his thrusts became erratic, his release eminent. He braced himself against the shower wall as he created the peak. You swallowed everything he had to give. He pulled you back to your feet for another kiss, moaning as he tasted himself on your tongue.

As the warm water rained down from the shower head rinsing the last of the soap away, Fives’ eyes remained fixed on you, his gaze lustful and admiring at once. His fingers were velvety, memorizing every curve he’d only once admired from afar. He turned you to face away from him, trailing kisses from behind your ear down to your shoulder. His arms wrapped protectively around you. His touch was reverent and worshipful and his kisses had slowed to a purposeful momentum. Through it he revealed the burning desire he’d suppressed until this moment. His hands slowly investigated your body more while his lips danced about your shoulders and neck. His pace was almost agonizingly slow as his hands returned to your breasts, brushing his thumb across your nipple.

The wanton moan that escaped your lips made him chuckle, “Do you know how long I have dreamt of this? You’re even more exquisite than any fantasy I have ever imagined.”

You reached back and ran your hand across his cheek. He leaned into you, kissing your palm, not stopping until you moved your hand to grasp the back of his neck. The hand that had rested on your thigh hand made its way between your legs. His caress was no more than a tease, a delicate stroke back and forth that stoked the fire within you even more than you’d thought possible.

“F-Fives…I” you gasped as his featherlight ministrations continued while his other hand’s teasing of your nipple remained steady and relentless.

“Patience, mesh’la. Let’s move to your bed.”

Fives wrapped you in a towel and carried you to your bed, laying you down as if you were made of glass. He immediately caged you in, his symphony of kisses whispering secret wordless promises. He pressed his leg against your aching core, groaning as he felt how wet you were for him.

He began pressing soft, open mouthed kisses down your neck. He journeyed along your clavicle, down your sternum to your breasts and then he paused, circling his tongue around your nipple pulling a gasp and then a filthy moan from you. Meanwhile his deft fingers drew wispy concentric circles around your other nipple.

“Fives, oh maker… that’s…you’re so good at that,” you whined barely coherent as he wound you up like a wind up toy.

He purred, catching your eye, his own amber eyes filled with lust and adoration.“Let’s see what else I’m good at.”

He maintained his pace, slow and deliberate as he moved his kisses down to your stomach. He wanted to taste every part of you. He ran a hand up between your breasts and across your collarbone, holding you down as he first ran his tongue and then his goatee over your ticklish hipbone. He made his way to your sensitive core, running his goatee lightly and slowly down your folds. He placed a hand on each thigh, holding your legs open as he licked a single strip along your sex.

“Oh stars, Fives!” You gasped, bucking your hips in pursuit of his tongue.

His remaining fiber of self control snapped. His hands gripped your hips, greedily pulling you closer to him. He pressed his tongue deep inside your pussy swirling and thrusting with a vigor that had you nearly screaming his name. A growl rumbled deep in his chest as he heard the depraved sounds having his face pressed to your sex drew from you. His fingers returned to your thighs, holding your legs open so he didn’t miss a thing. You dug your fingers into your bed sheets as you panted his name like a prayer. He hummed savoring how you tasted. He’d imagined this moment countless times when alone in his bunk late at night but it didn’t hold a candle to the reality of the taste of your slick on his tongue.

“So good, mesh’la. You taste so good. Such a good girl letting me devour you.”

He gently inserted a finger inside you as he moved his tongue to your clit. He wrote his CT number, one five at a time, over and over again while his finger tenderly toyed with that perfect spot inside of you, first a stroke and then a swirl. That was when the coil he’d been winding up all evening snapped. You saw white as waves of pleasure washed over you. He only pulled back when he was certain you’d been fully satisfied. He trailed light kisses all the way up your body back to your ear.

“Lay down. It’s your turn,” you purred, looking up at him through fluttering lashes.

You nuzzled your nose into the junction where his neck met his shoulder, breathing soft words of praise he could barely hear. You took his earlobe in your teeth, grazing lightly, repeatedly encouraged by the groans resonating from his chest. You sat up taking a moment to admire his beautiful tan skin, playful eyes and the most genuine smile you’d ever known.

As your legs straddled his waist, he ran his hands softly along your curves, “Cyare. So beautiful. Mine.”

He leaned into your touch as you cupped his cheek. You began to rub your dripping wet pussy against his taught length. He whined and bucked his hips chasing your warmth. As the gyration of your hips continued teasing him, you pressed your chest to his. You dragged your nails across his scalp as your teeth made marks along his collarbone.

“Please, mesh’la. Need to be inside you,” he whimpered against your ministrations.

“Sir, yes sir,” you purred as you sheathed his throbbing cock within you, slowly moving down his shaft feeling every glorious vein as your walls pulsed around him. You traced the ‘five’ tattooed on his temple as you began to rock your hips. His groans were celestial and urged you on. His hands traveled to your hips and then to your ass where he squeezed firmly as you rode him slowly gliding up and down on his cock.

You ran your hands along his firm pectorals, tracing his nipples. Gradually you began to roll them between your thumbs and forefingers. He groaned, bucking his hips harder into you. You shifted your hips and leaned back slightly moaning as the new angle allowed you to reach that spot deep inside you once again, this time with his rock hard cock. His grip on your hips was bruising and you shuddered as you felt yourself approaching your own climax once again. He reached a hand up to tease your nipple once more. It was electric, pushing you closer to the edge. You threw your head back in response to the intoxicating sensation.

“Come with me Fives, can you do that for me?” You sounded desperate, and you certainly felt it.

“Kriff yes I can, cyare,” his thrusts into you were erratic as you both chased your second release.

“Inside me, Fives. I need you to fill me up.”

“Oh baby, I love you,” he gasped as you both crested the peak together riding out your synchronous waves of pleasure until you were both spent and nearly overstimulated.

You collapsed onto his chest, out of breath. He ran his fingers through your hair as he softly rubbed your back and delicately placed light kisses along your forehead. Even as you felt him softening inside of you, you weren’t ready to move and lose the feeling of wholeness and connection you felt to him.

You nuzzled your cheek into his chest, “Did you…did you mean it?”

“Did I mean what?” He asked drowsily.

“You said you love me. Did you mean it or was it just…”

“Yes, mesh’la. Of course I mean it. I am out of my mind in love with you, have been for some time. But, you don’t have to say-”

“I love you too.”

He pressed a firm chaste kiss to your lips.

“Did you still want to hit 79s tonight?” You asked as you pulled back.

“Kriff that. This is way better than that dive,” he chuckled, his amber eyes sparkling in the dim light of your room.

Unfortunately, the beeping of his comlink beckoned him. He grumbled as he shifted beneath you, both of you cursing the emptiness you were left with when you finally rolled off him. He moved to the edge of your bed, awash in the glow of the ambient light. You crawled to him, unwilling to keep your hands off of him for any extended period of time. You pressed yourself to his back, wrapping your arms around his neck while kissing his temple as he answered the comlink.

“This is Fives.”

“Fiiiiivesss! Brother! Where the kriff are you?” A very inebriated voice crackled through the comm.

“Jesse! I told you he isn’t gonna come! Well…he probably came. But not here!” A second voice broke through the background accompanied by a cacophony of laughter and music.

“Tell Hardcase I heard that and we will have words about it tomorrow,” Fives reprimanded while giving you an apologetic smile. “And there’s been a change in plans for me. I won’t be there tonight. I’ll see you back on base tomorrow.”

You heard a few annoyed grumbles and a couple of congratulatory cheers before Fives closed the link.

“You sure you don’t want to meet up with them?” you nudged, an impish twinkle in your eyes.

Fives laughed and shook his head, “No.They’ll live. Here. Alone with you. That’s where I want to be. It’s where I’ve wanted to be for a long time. I’m not wasting it now.”

You squealed with delight as he grabbed you and swung you into his lap.

“Besides, cyar’ika. I was hoping you could perform that dance you were doing earlier today for me. Only for me.” His eyes were dark with desire as his hold on your waist tightened.

“I think I can do that. Should I wear the heels I had on too?” You crooned.

He threw his head back with a huge grin, “Oh maker yes please. But…only the heels. I want to see every inch of you, and then I’m going to make you scream my name again.” He leaned in to kiss your neck, “and again.” And then another kiss, this time to your temple, “and again. Everyone in this building is going to know my name tomorrow morning.” You melted under his touch, desperate to feel him inside you once more.

“Keep that up and I won’t get around to that dance,” you teased through a lascivious sigh.

He growled, “In that case…” he helped you to your feet and gave you a light swat to your behind. “You get those shoes, beautiful and I’ll start the song.”

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[lau219]

Why Deny?

Part 3

Previous part here

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The next day, as planned, they rendezvoused in front of his office before heading to the elevator and going up. After getting off, they walked in silence as they made their way to the office of Charles Benton, their boss and one of the top ranks within the agency.

Upon reaching his office, Leonard gave a quick knock on the door and then held it open for Y/N as she walked through before he followed behind her. Upon their entering, Charles looked up and sat back in his chair.

“How you doing, kid?” he asked Y/N as she sat in one of the chairs in front of his desk.

She smiled at him. It was during more private times like this when Charles would momentarily show a kind of fatherly affection for her. It wasn’t often, but she appreciated it when it happened.

“Fine, thanks,” Y/N responded as she crossed her legs. “Glad to be back. Just anxious to get to more than just paperwork.” She looked over at Leonard, who remained standing and was leaning against the bookshelf on the wall, their eyes meeting briefly before she looked back to Benton.

“That’s partly why you’re here,” he said as he slid a piece of paper across the desk to her, a date and time written on it. “Your testing is scheduled for eight days from now. It’ll be the same process as before. You’ll have to perform within five percent of your rating from your original entry test in order to be cleared. If that doesn’t happen, you’re set up to work in Records for the next 6 months. Understood?”

“Yes,” she simply replied with a single nod. No way was she going to let that happen.

“Good,” Benton replied. He paused briefly before continuing. “That being said, I’m telling you what I’m about to tell you with the assumption that you’re going to be back to your previous status. For now, this doesn’t leave this room. Are we clear?”

He looked from her over to Leonard, then back to her. Each of them gave a silent nod in response. He then shifted slightly and opened his desk drawer, pulling out a heavily marked file folder. He reached it out and passed it over to Leonard, who still stood to the side. Leonard reached out and took it from him as Charles continued.

“We have reason to believe that Simon Foster is working as a double agent. This is a brand new suspicion, but enough concern has been raised that we’re not ignoring it.”

Immediately, Y/N’s eyes widened and she raised her eyebrows, quickly looking over to Leonard. He lifted his gaze from the file, which he’d opened, and met her eyes briefly before looking over expectantly to Charles as he continued to speak.

“From what we’ve gathered, he’s currently nothing more than a messenger boy, but it’s unclear who he’s involved with and to what degree. He could be invested, or it could be a short-term agreement he’s made. We need to find out. That’s where you two come in.” Charles then turned to Leonard. “You and Foster haven’t suddenly become best friends, have you?”

“Not at all,” was Leonard’s blank reply.

The guy was a shit. Leonard had never trusted him, and a mutual disdain came from Foster. They both had egos too big for one room, the difference being that Leonard had the record and experience to warrant his. It wouldn’t seem odd in the slightest if Leonard acted suspicious of Foster or got in his face – it was common knowledge that the two of them weren’t friendly.

Benton turned back to Y/N.

“Is he still a fan of yours?” he asked her.

“Excuse me?”

“He asked you out at one point, didn’t he?” Benton asked.

She should have been surprised that he knew about that, but she wasn’t.

“Ages ago,” she confirmed.

“He likes you.”

“I don’t think I’ve even spoken to him in a few months,” Y/N replied.

“Well, we’re gonna use whatever fondness for you that he has to our advantage.” Benton then looked to Leonard again before addressing both of them.

“The Embassy party is three weeks from now. There’ll be plenty of opportunities for Foster to weasel around there. You two can start your digging then.”

He then focused back on Y/N.

“This is all contingent on making it through next week,” he said to her. “If you don’t pass, Miller can do this alone and you’ll be assisting from a desk. Understood?”

“Yes,” Y/N responded.

“Good,” Charles said.

Shortly after that, he sent them on their way, and as they got off the elevator at their floor, Leonard spoke before they parted ways to their respective offices.

“Plan on staying late tomorrow night,” he said to her matter-of-factly before then pointing down to her feet, “and skip the heels.”

“What?” she asked him. “Why?”

“Because we’re going back to the range after work,” he said, looking at her. “And we’re not leaving until you can pass a bullet through the same hole twice.”

Part 4

@nyxxie-pooh @febris-amatoria @hannibellector @fuseburner @neonpurplestars89-blog @alltoowellbeneaththemangotree

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[archtroop]

Kindly asking that you refrain from reblogging information about Roma, and what may constitute a slur against Roma, when you are not part of the community nor do you have the connections or understanding to know what constitutes a slur against Roma.

It's spreading misinformation, and it's honestly downright disrespectful.

Thanks.

Kindly asking ALL THE PEOPLE IN THE WORLD to stop reblogging about Jews if you are not one, as it is spreading misinformation and "it's honestly downright disrespectful".

Anon. That's absolutely USELESS of you.

If you find something I reblogged offensive or what have you - comment on it, reblog on it. Take a stand.

A passive aggressive anon ask is USELESS.

Are YOU Roma? Are you one of my followers/mutuals? I can never know. I can't trust you at all, I can't say if you are writing in good faith, or on behalf of a trend/common mis/conception, or if you are coming from a genuine place.

Anon, where are you from in the world? Would "Tsigani" be a slur to you or only against people in Moldova, Romania etc? Have you asked THEM if they see those terms as slurs?

Would "Soanii" be offensive? Because this is the term in Israel and other parts of the Middle East Roma are called (while "Gypsy" refers to probably Egypt, Soanii refers to Saana in Yemen or Tsoan - ancinet Egyptian city, or is a word that is reminiscent of an ancient word for "nomad".)

I will not stand for this culture of being offended by anything and everything just for the sake of it. Unless you all are ready to call all Jews "Bney / Bnot Israel" (sons and daughters of Israel). As it is not something that is plausible, Jews is OURS now. Jew derived from Yehuda, the second kingdom after the kingdom of Israel had split.

On the yellow stars in the 30-40s it was written: Jud.

In Russia and Ukraine etc we were Yevrey (which is ironically more correct on an ethnic level, and I have a suspicion as to why). If they were offensive on purpose they would use "zzid", a construct somewhere between Yid and the Russian word for "greedy" (Comunists hating on Capitalist logic. A variant of millenia old JewHate).

Now the world has it for the "Zionists". And hell if I ever let anyone take that from us and "slurify" it.

Anon, you do you, but if you want to have a discussion over terminology, asking "kindly" to not discuss it at all, is your SURE WAY to degrade those terms to oblivion and reinforce their prevalence.

I reblogged that post (and I have a good indication what post you may refer to, but again, anonask is a useless method of pointing at anything and in establishing a folloup, all I have left is guessing), because it brought up an interesting point.

A term becomes a slur if used as such or was constructed as such. If people utter the word "Jews" or "Gypsies" with disdain, they are slurring. Absolutely no question here. I am not naive.

Anon, are you talking on behalf of all the Roma in the world? All the ones who are referred to as Gypsy, Soanii, Tsiganii? I would never have the gull to stand here and represent all the Jewish community in the world and claim that "Jew" is a slur and we all are ONLY AND NOTHING BUT Bney / Bnot Israel.

I absolutely RESPECT that Roma refer to themselves as Roma. But you can not erase other terms from existence by getting offended, especially if those terms refer to places of origin. It's useless. By trying to cancel something out of existence, you only make it stronger. You either COMMENT directly on the use of those terms and present your opinion, and not on anon, because I can not have faith in anon (anons are for snitching and confessions). Or you achieve absolutely nothing.

Anon, who are you? Are you US Roma? Then maybe we can have a conversation.

And another piece of advice from someone who knows hate: two ways to battle offensive terminology/slurs.

Either re/claim them or downplay them/not react to them until they dissipate.

Your choice.

#Roma #politically in/correct #in/action #cancel culture has the reverse effect

[munacy]

Thirst

Sorry this took so long everyone! AND THAT IT’S SO LONG. Here's Part 4!! Written for (I just tagged everyone who expressed interest in the continuation, sorry! I can totally untag you if you would like!): @stars-a-n-d-scars @shirablu @b-u-g-g-y @over-under-through1 @colgatebluemintygel @thebisexualswiftie @willow-paniking

Part 1: Ignorance

Part 2: Duck

Part 3: Anticipation

@wolfstarmicrofic

Prompts: lovesick, cupid, hate, darling, regret, affection, admirer, thirst

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Peter loves James dearly, his most fervent admirer, even. But he must admit, he lacks something Sirius has in troves: the ability to be smooth.

In the midst of their plotting, the three of them hear Remus returning to the dorm, and Sirius hisses at James and Peter: "Quick! Laugh as if I've just said something funny!"

Remus opens the door to a laughing group of Marauders, looking charmed and slightly bemused.

"Moony! Come join the fun, we've been wondering as to your whereabouts," Sirius smiles at Remus in a way that Peter can tell Sirius knows looks handsome.

"Ha! Funny that, I was just looking for you in the Hospital Wing. We must have totally blown past each other."

"Yes, well, when you've got one thing on your mind...."

Remus huffs mildly. "And just what were you three giggling about?"

"Oh, y'know. Snogging," cuts in James, according to plan.

"Snogging?"

"Or rather, our piss poor first attempts at snogs."

"Ah yes, mostly we were laughing about Prongs' attempt at snogging Kashmir Anders in Fourth Year," Sirius smirks.

Remus chuckles. "That did go awry, didn't it? He's still got that little scar on his earlobe if you look close."

"Say Moony—" Sirius sounds decidedly casual, and Peter's hairs stand on end, "—Have you ever snogged anyone?"

This is it. Peter can feel it. This is when they solve the mystery of Remus Lupin's sexual orientation.

He grins slyly. "I've snogged my fair share, I'll have you know."

Peter can't take it anymore. Subtlety be damned; he's never had much patience: "But what was in their pants!?"

One could have heard a pin drop in that dorm, but the fury on Sirius' face spoke for itself. Oops.

Remus looks decidedly shy as he answers, completely misinterpreting the question, "Well, I've not gotten quite that far, Pete."

Peter could jump off of the Astronomy Tower.

"Oh, but that reminds me!" Remus starts animatedly. "Part of the reason I was looking for you, Pads, was about Hogsmeade this weekend?"

"It was?" Sirius replies, looking shocked and hopeful.

"Yeah! Funny coincidence, really, I've actually asked Kashmir Anders to go with me, but get this! She says she'll only come if you agree to go with her mate, Opal Hendricks. Did you know she's got a bit of a thing for you? Ah, but of course, everyone does," he chortles good naturedly.

Sirius looks aghast. James looks aghast. Peter doesn't know for sure what he himself looks like, but he's got a suspicion.

"...Why do you all look like that? Look, I know Opal's a bit—”

"I'd love to."

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Sirius is regretting his entire life.

Look, my back was against the wall! he'd argued with James and Peter, who'd lambasted his idiocy. There was no good excuse for me to say no!

He thinks now that any excuse (can't, I'm going to do my own homework for the first time ever and my grandmother's scheduled to die this weekend) would have been better than voluntarily suffering this.

Opal Hendricks is clinging to his arm, and she's truly a vision: dark, curly hair, an even curvier body, and sleepy cornflower-blue eyes, and Sirius feels not a drop of desire for her. There are horrible little cupids, felt hearts, and red crepe paper all around them, even though Valentine's Day is two weeks past, and any sane business owner (which is mutually exclusive to owning Madame Puddifoot's) would have taken the blasted things down.

Far worse is the sight of Remus: he is wearing a fitted crimson turtleneck and a matching beanie with a silly pompom. It brings out the cursed copper tints in his hair and the honey flecks in his eyes. Where have the oversized, patchy jumpers gone? The ones that hide the broadness of Remus' shoulders. Sirius begs for the return of the jumpers. Sirius may faint soon.

And worse yet than all of that is Kashmir Anders. Kashmir, who is blonde and waifish, and soft-spoken, and wears adorable thick-framed glasses, and has legs up to her neck. Kashmir Anders, who is clever, and president of Charms club, and helped Remus master the Banishing Charm.

"Aren't you going to pay any attention to me?" mutters Opal sullenly.

Kashmir, who has absolutely no decency, hanging on to Remus all day, and has kissed his neck no less than two and a half times in this shop alone. Kashmir, who is being called darling by stupid, idiotic, Remus Cunt Lupin.

"Darling, have you figured out what you want yet?" says Remus a little tiredly whilst rubbing his face. The shopkeeper has been by a few times now, with an increasingly impatient "I'll come back later" spoken each trek.

Sirius decides he hates Kashmir, whose greatest sin, if Sirius is being truly honest with himself, is being indecisive at restaurants. But even so, the hate has boiled away all of the rationality in Sirius' brain. He stands before he realizes what he's doing.

"I cannot believe you're calling someone darling, who, who can't pick between a ham sandwich and a, and a fucking tuna melt!" Sirius hisses, pushing his chair away roughly with a great clatter.

As he leaves the suddenly silent tea shop, he recognizes that that was not one of his better slights, but he feels good about it all the same.

The feeling does not last long before the horror sets in.

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Remus is having a strange moment.

It's not unlike the moment he often has a few minutes before the moon turns him: intense clarity and perception, like a reprieve, just before he's enveloped in madness.

Sirius' increasingly tense, then outright rude comments to Kashmir this entire trip into Hogsmeade.

Sirius' angry, yet lovesick expression as he left the table.

Sirius fussing over him after the Full. Sirius making sure he eats three meals a day. Sirius' friendly touches, special, and warmer than anyone else's. His overwhelming affection for Remus, bleeding into everything he does.

James' and Peter's knowing looks.

It suddenly clicks, and Remus is left baffled.

"So," says Opal, sounding incredibly bored, "s'pose he fancies you, then, Lupin?"

Remus can feel his expression morph into an incredulous smile.

He feels like he's been crawling by his fingernails through a dry, burning desert, and it took setting a glass of ice cold water in front of him for him to realize that he's been dying of thirst. He feels like an idiot.

"S'pose so," he replies, sounding inappropriately calm. "Ladies, I am truly sorry. You are both devastatingly lovely, and this is the height of rudeness, but I'm afraid I have to go now."

Kashmir sniffles, looking forlorn. "So, d’you—do you fancy boys or girls?"

"Darling, I think that's besides the point," Remus murmurs distractedly, already inching for the door. "Clearly, I fancy Sirius. A discussion about anyone else is moot."

Moments later, Sirius spots Remus tracking his footprints in the snow, and takes off running.

Remus is much faster than him.

He tackles him into the snow, gasping, "You silly sod, look how short you are! Obviously I'm going to outrun you!"

Sirius sputters and scowls, still trying to squirm away like an angry, feral cat. "I am THREE INCHES SHORTER! Look, why don't you piss off? I'm embarrassed enough as it is!"

Remus laughs. Then he kisses Sirius. It's a clumsy thing, with Sirius fidgeting underneath him, and he only gets half of his mouth, but Sirius stills in shock.

"I didn't know," Remus says breathlessly, eyes bright. Then, he kisses Sirius again, hard, like a stamp, like a confirmation. "I didn't know." He laughs again.

"What didn't you know?" asks Sirius wonderingly, like he's been Bludgered.

"I didn't know the way you felt. I didn't know I felt the same way," he answers solemnly.

Sirius sniffles, smiling, cheeks red like apples.

"God, Remus, you're so ignorant."

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They spend the rest of the day in Hogsmeade hand-in-hand. Every so often, Sirius becomes insecure and wonders aloud if Remus is just doing this out of pity, like when he pretended to like chess for Peter's sake. Remus responds by kissing him obnoxiously and crowding his space. It happens often enough that he begins to suspect Sirius is doing it on purpose to get snogged. Remus finds that he doesn't mind either way.

Later, they find James and Peter, who are screaming with triumph and delight. Remus grins at them.

"You two are fucking idiots. ABBA? Really?"

#wolfstar microfic #wolfstar #im sorry this is sooo long fuck sorry!! #prompt: thirst #remus lupin #sirius black #remus lupin x sirius black #microfic series #art by munacy #humor #james potter #peter pettigrew #thank you everyone who followed along!! I love you! #this was so much fun to write #thank you for the encouragement #Flirty to sassy use of “darling” #oblivious remus lupin #James and Peter are wolfstar trash

[celestial-grls]

Paper Purposes / Robin Buckley x Reader 

Summary: You’re the managing editor of the school newspaper. Robin joins as a fill-in photographer for the newspaper. As a result, there are a lot of bad jokes, a newfound fear of darkrooms, the possibility of some fairy photography, and cheesy fries. [6.0k]

Warnings: School newspaper editor!reader, photographer!Robin, a slow burn from strangers to acquaintances to friends to lovers (eventually? Maybe in the future?), r and robin are both a little shy but show it in different ways, fluff, mutual pining, etc. Also a tiny bit is written in Robin’s POV

A/N: I hope you guys like this! I also turned on anons now, so feel free to send me any requests, your thoughts etc. There’s a 'That 70s Show' reference in here, PLEASE let me know if you catch it 

Nancy Wheeler runs the Hawkins High school newspaper with an iron fist. Some of the sophomores who she assigns to write puff pieces call her ‘Queen Stalin’ when she isn’t around to hear them. The school paper only gets one room in the entire school to do all of the typing, printing, arranging of the spread, and holding meetings. You’ve known Nancy since last summer when you met at an internship for The Hawkins Post. You two quickly became friends over the ancient Mr. Coffee machine and sweated in your only pair of stockings while doing sandwich runs together. Once she had a lead for the Mrs. Driscoll story, she needed someone to cover for her to lessen any suspicion. The rest is history. 

It’s the first of the month, so everyone waits for her to delegate assignments for the next issue. They’re all sitting at the long table with Nancy at the head, you in the seat next to her. She starts, “Okay. We have a big month ahead and a lot to cover. Y/N, you’ll cover the student council elections and the upcoming pep rally.” She looks down at her notebook and lists off who’s covering what. You start writing the dates of your assigned topics when the door opens and someone shoves through. 

“...Hi. Sorry,” Robin Buckley apologetically moves through and searches for somewhere to sit. 

“It’s fine, Robin. Just going through this month’s assignments.” Nancy’s a little ruffled but after Robin finds a seat she picks up where she left off. You know Robin. Well, ‘know’ is generous. You’re aware she’s in your grade and in band and that somehow she and Nancy know each other, but she’s never been a part of the paper. She’s doing her best to quietly take out something to write with, but it’s pointless because Nancy hasn’t assigned her anything yet.

“Alright, that leaves the cover story for me and…uh Robin, just stay for a minute with me and Y/N. That’s it for today’s meeting.” There’s the sound of papers shuffling, backpacks being picked up, and some sophomores huffing about their assignments until the room is cleared. You look at Robin and wonder what she’s doing here if Nancy hasn’t assigned her anything to write. 

“Any updates on Fred?” You ask Nancy. He hasn’t been able to pick up anything heavier than a fork after breaking his arm photographing a football game. It’s safe to say he will no longer cover the sports section. 

“Um, he’ll be gone for a little while,” Nancy sighs, “But the doctors say once the bone is set he’ll be back in about a month.” 

“Yikes,” Robin grimaces. 

“Yeah. Yikes,” Nancy looks between you and Robin, “Robin’s filling in for Fred until then. I don’t have as much time as I wish I did to introduce her to everything so she’ll be with you while you write.” 

“As my writing partner?” You ask for clarification, looking at Robin and examining her face for any displeasure with being paired with you. She’s biting the inside of her cheek and tugging on her jacket sleeve. Maybe she’s nervous, but hopefully not upset about being paired with you.  

“As a photographer. You’re the only other person with access to the darkroom and I’m swamped with college apps…” Nancy glances at her watch “Speaking of which, I have to take Mike home and start on my Emerson application but I’ll check in with you guys in a week.” That leaves just you and Robin. The room feels so much bigger without anyone in there, and you get to really look at Robin. She’s tall, taller than most of the girls in your grade. She’s also un-permed and un-hairsprayed, with dark blonde hair that comes to her chin. Even if she did make more of an effort to look like the other girls, it would fail. She sticks out a little regardless. When she clears her throat, it snaps you out of your assessment of her. 

“So…I-I’m not sure how this works. I was sort of expecting a very detailed instruction manual written by Nancy herself,” She quickly realizes it might’ve come off like she didn’t want to work with you so she backtracks, “Not that I’m upset or, um annoyed or anything. With working with you, I mean. Sorry, I didn’t mean to—” 

There’s this look on her face like she can’t get enough air in her lungs and you know she didn’t mean anything by it so you stop her before she talks herself into a deeper hole, “Robin, it’s okay. I know what you meant.” She still doesn’t look convinced. “Nancy actually made sure I wrote the instruction manual on my arm so you could read off of it. We’re trying to use less paper.” Maybe if I tell a joke she’ll be able to take a full breath. Even if it isn’t a funny one. 

Something loosens in her face, a tiny deflating in her shoulders. She even breathes out a laugh. “Even the best journalists have to cut costs somehow.” She actually replied to your joke with her own, a small victory. You rip a piece of paper from your notebook and write ‘Room 122. Wear sneakers’ and hand it to her. “That’s the darkroom number. The camera’ll be in there and anything else we might need…” 

She takes it from you. Your fingertips brush hers for half a second, hardly noticeable if you weren't so hyperaware of everything right now. “Wear sneakers?” She questions. 

“We’ll be doing a lot of walking.” You answer. “We can get started tomorrow after school. If that’s fine with you, of course.” 

“Uh, yeah,” She bites the inside of her cheek again, “I’ll see you then.” 

-

Robin's POV

The uncertainty doesn’t even let her bike all the way home before it creeps in. Did I have to do the paper? Should I have just joined chess club? The questions bounce around her brain like a broken pinball machine. God, what if I break my arm taking pictures like Fred did? Or worse, take photos and not realize my thumb was taking up half the frame? It’s junior year and may be too late for trying anything new. But the fast-approaching future of life outside of Hawkins is demanding and if she had something other than three years of marching band and one summer job scooping ice cream under her belt, she’d feel better about her college applications. Except that the thought of spending the next month on the school paper (which she knew next to nothing about), seems to be having the opposite effect. Even when she flops down on her bed, face buried as far into the pillow as she can get, that feeling she got in the newsroom comes back. Like she can’t get enough air into her lungs. She’s trying to distract herself from the feeling that she’s in over her head. She thinks back to the joke you made earlier ‘We’re trying to use less paper.’ Robin did know you. Well, ‘know’ would be generous. She knew you were in the same grade, that you’ve always written for the school paper, and that you know Nancy from the summer internship you both did. But she’s only spent five minutes alone with you. There’s a whole month left before anything goes to print. From what she can tell, there’s an obvious reason why you’re Nancy’s second in command. Where Nancy is detail-oriented and hands-on, you seem more laissez-faire in your approach. Where Nancy is more focused to the point of tunnel vision, you seem more scatterbrained. The little piece of paper you handed her is shoved between a used copy of Making Movies by Sidney Lumet. She pulls it out to examine your handwriting. Room 122. Wear sneakers. Your handwriting is loopy and girlish, but the note is audacious. It’s a request, one you expect to be followed. If she reads between the lines the note would say ‘Meet me. Wear sneakers. Don’t be late’. Robin sticks it back into the book, carefully this time, and retreats further into her pillow. It could be worse. I could have to do it alone. The promise of your company isn’t completely reassuring, though. You’re still a trusted editor, one that could judge her and nitpick and get annoyed if Robin doesn’t get things right away. You’re still someone Robin hardly knows. But the thought of you being mean to her stirs a bit of cognitive dissonance. Y/N is probably nice. She joked with me. Why would she do that if she thought I was totally incompetent? She decides that it doesn’t even seem in your nature to be cruel to someone you hardly know, but there’s an aloofness that’s still impenetrable about you that tells Robin to proceed with caution. An ease about you that probably comes from years on the paper. Undoubtedly, it’s just as much your domain as it is Nancy’s. The self-doubt cycles back, signaling she’s broken the pinball machine in her brain again and now it dings incessantly. I just have to get through tomorrow. Meet Y/N. Wear sneakers. Don’t be late.

-

Entering the darkroom feels like stepping into an eerie, evil cabin in the woods. It’s something out of a horror movie, glowing red and otherwise dark. The smell is pungent and distinctly metallic, so chemically that it feels dangerous to spend more than five minutes in it. There are long metal tables with plastic bins filled with a clear solution. What looks like wet photographs hang from clothespins strung up on the ceiling. Robin’s early. She’s shifting from foot to foot waiting for your arrival and too scared to walk around the room and do any exploring. She’s tugging at her jacket sleeve and adjusting her hair in the reflection of something clear and reflective to her right. She’s nervous enough to only hear the squeaking of her shoes, the fast thump of her heart. Something touches her shoulder and she’s so startled that she yelps. 

“Shit, sorry! I’m sorry! I thought you heard me come in.” It’s only Y/N. 

“No, it’s okay! I should’ve been paying attention,” Robin sounds nervous and the same thought you had in the newsroom comes back. Make her laugh. Even if it’s not a good joke. 

“Does this place give you the creeps?” There’s a concerned lilt in your voice while you’re asking her. 

Robin nods, “It looks like an evil lair.” 

You deadpan, “I come here to drain the souls of sophomore editors.” Thankfully, she laughs at that. You move past Robin to reach for the camera bag. It’s big and bulky with a Hawkins tiger patch on it. 

“That explains why it smells like gas. Are we going to start liquifying if we stand here too long?” Even if Robin’s joking she’s still nervous. She eyes you pulling out a camera and 3 rolls of film and then putting them all back into the bag neatly. 

You turn to her, looking at her even if it’s hard to discern the details of her features under the red light. “We’re safe. I spend hours here at a time. Fred used to spend more.” Both of you seem to remember that Fred’s in the hospital at the same time, so you quickly follow up “But he’s y’know, not liquefied. He’s a lot safer in here than anywhere near the football field.” The bag is all packed, you sling it over your shoulder and step towards the door. “Follow me.” 

-

There are a million questions going through Robin’s mind right now, but her mouth is a little dry so she won’t ask any of them. It also doesn’t help that she’s a tiny bit intimidated by you. Not because you seem mean or cruel, but because it just looks like you know what you’re doing. There’s a self-assurance about you that not many people Robin knows possess. Maybe she just thinks that because she doesn’t know you much yet. It’s not like you’re cold to her, but she can’t shake this need to make you like her. Okay, maybe ‘like’ is farfetched. She’s decidedly shooting for you to find her tolerable. It’s not like Robin to be so quiet around people. She’s usually talkative, bordering verbose, and a little sarcastic in a way she hopes people find charming. She can talk a million words a minute when she’s around Steve. She has no issue rolling her eyes and loudly firing back at some idiot in band who’s using his clarinet as a pretend dick. This entire time she’s so focused on sifting through why she wants you to not hate her, she didn’t realize where you were taking her. She didn’t even think to question it. It’s only a ten-minute walk from the school’s east exit but it may as well have been Jupiter. It’s a big wooded area with patches of wild mint growing and a loud hum of insects. It’s how secluded it is that worries Robin. The question leaps out of her mouth before her brain even registers what she’s saying. 

“Are you going to murder me, Y/N?” If she didn’t sound so squirrely she could’ve played it off as a joke. 

You look a little surprised, mouth forming a little oh shape. But then you decide to poke fun at her. “With what? A roll of film?” To be fair, you did lead her to a wooded area with no signs indicating people have inhabited this space. It’s a trail you know that’s only about 2 miles long. There are thick maple trees and several rings of mushrooms scattered around the forest floor. Robin is taking it all in. You couldn’t see much of her in the darkroom, but now in plain daylight, you could observe. The jacket sleeve she tugs on every now and then has a blue patch with yellow writing that says ‘handle with care’. You’re…interested. Something in you twitches because you realize that her jacket is telling you more about her than she is. 

“What is this place?” Robin questions. 

“It’s a fairy trail,” You put your hands on your hips, “Or, I call it that. It’s really just a normal trail but, you see those rings of mushrooms? Those are called fairy rings.” 

“Okay. I guess…it sounds like the last place you’d murder anyone. 'Murder in fairy trail' would make for a weird headline”

Robin wears all of her questions on her face. It’s like reading a billboard. You try to fill in as many gaps as you can. “This is praxis. Umm…your first lesson for the newspaper,” Robin looks like she’s starting to get it. “Since you’re taking pictures you need to know all the things that go into taking a picture. I know it sounds sort of obvious but there’s a surprising amount of things to think about when you take a picture. The subject, the light, the color, the composition. And I know it’s the school paper so who cares what the pictures look like but still, I think it’s worth trying to get right.” She’s taking in what you’re telling her. Then you realize you never answered the biggest question practically bulging out of her forehead right now. “Oh! Sorry, I forgot. The trail is so we can capture subjects that don’t move. Y’know, before we get to any game-winning action shots or…I don’t know, moody portraits of whoever doesn’t win the student council election. I promise it’s not so I can murder you.” Robin relaxes a little bit, glances up at the way the sunlight is coming through the gaps in the leaves, and settles into how pretty of a place this is for Hawkins. Like she didn’t really think Hawkins could look like this. 

“It’s so pretty here. But how the hell did you find it?” 

“In the summer, when my grandparents would come to visit they would take me ‘fairy hunting’. According to all of the stories fairies like hanging out where it’s lush and there’s lots of plants.” 

“I’d say this fits the criteria. Have you ever seen one?” Robin’s still taking it all in. She seems more comfortable around you now that she's not in the darkroom. 

“I thought I did once. It was too quick, though and the wings could’ve been a big dragonfly. But my grandma sort of believes all the Pagan stuff about them being wise and spiritual beings and that when you come across them, it’s because you’re meant to.” 

“Oh my god, my mom too! Well, my mom and dad. They’re more like domesticated hippies though. My mom is always shoving a crystal in my face whenever I get a headache or have like a big test to study for.” 

“Do you believe in any of it?” You ask her, only because her being a reformed hippie didn’t really make sense with your perception of her until she said it. All of the things Robin reveals molds the perception until it matches with the person in front of you, who’s kicking a pinecone with the toe of her converse. 

“I guess I don’t have any reason not to,” Robin shrugs, “I don’t know if I’d believe in fairies unless I saw one, though.” 

“You didn’t believe in the tooth fairy?” 

“My parents never told me about the tooth fairy, actually. Whenever I lost a tooth, I’d give it to them and they’d put it in this hollowed out coconut they brought home from their honeymoon in Florida.” Her face is breaking out in a grin because she’s never really revealed the inherent silliness of her parents. No one her age has ever asked her this much about herself. It's a little disorienting.

You’re grinning yourself because the thought of all of Robin’s baby teeth being kept safe in a coconut is so precious, you almost forget the purpose of your trip to the trail. “If only we had some coconuts or baby teeth here to take pictures of. It’d be much more interesting subject.” You pipe up to add, “I also brought you here for another reason. We need to get to know each other.” Shit, that probably sounds weird. Your hands itch for something to do so you take out the camera and load a roll of film into it before continuing. “Uh, everything with the paper works better when you know each other better. I mean, like it shows in the paper. We rely on each other, kind of. We also have a whole month together. So I don’t want you to feel lorded over by me or anything.” 

It feels so weird that Robin isn’t the one rambling. This is the most she’s heard you say at once. The confident austere she’s come to associate you with slips a little. She feels better knowing it isn’t just her who’s nervous. “So do we…start now?”

“Yeah, uh,” You hand her the camera and notice her hands. There are some silver rings on a few of her fingers and dark red nail polish on all of them, “we can start now.” 

You both walk the entire trail, it takes you each a slow hour. The first walk-through is mostly filled with commentary about your surroundings. You point out more fairy rings, the beginnings of some ivy growing on a tree, and the exoskeleton of a dead dragonfly. Robin dutifully takes photos of each thing you point out. Eventually, you stop pointing anything out, hoping she’ll trust her own ability to capture something. Robin holds the camera up to her eye, squints the other, and takes a picture of a little carving on a tree of a heart with some indiscernible initials. You’re both stil talking, but it’s never forced. There’s enough gaps in conversation for you each to enjoy the sounds of little chipmunks chasing each other and the distant rush of a creek on the far side of the trail. Robin tells you more about her parents, Melissa and Keith. The image of them starts to form, mixes with what you know about Robin. You wonder idly who she gets her voice from. It doesn’t sound anything like how someone your age would sound. She rasps like someone who’s been singing on stage for 30 years and had too much fun to bother about the health of their vocal chords. You sprinkle in a tip or two about taking pictures, everything you know was taught to you by Fred. His absence meant you had to shoulder writing articles and taking some pictures for a bit. A wash of gratefulness falls over you, At least now Robin can take the pictures. On the walk back Robin steps forward, leaves crunching under her converse, and holds the camera up to her eye again to take another photo. There’s the sound of an empty click. 

“Think this roll is finished,” Robin tells you. 

“We’ve taken enough for today. It’s gonna get dark soon, we can start heading back.” You adjust the camera bag over your shoulder and Robin hands you the camera to put back inside. 

Robin’s lip curls into a half smile, “No little pixies photographed today.” 

“Says who? We won’t know until we get it developed.” You reply like it’s obvious. “I’m starving. What about you?” 

“Definitely hungry. The sneakers were a good call.” 

“Okay,” You wrap the jacket you’re wearing around you a little tighter, the chill in the air starting to blow in. “let’s eat.” 

-

It takes more effort than either of you want to expend to fit Robin’s bike in the trunk of your car. Your boxy beige Ford has seen better days but a run-down used car is exponentially better than no car. You climb into the driver’s seat while Robin fastens her seatbelt. You make quick work of turning the heater on. After a beat, you ask, “Could you open the glove compartment for me? My tapes are all in there.” It’s so stuffed with tapes that about four fall out onto the floor beneath Robin’s feet. Most of them are regular cassettes, but some look to be made by you with their own special names written in your loopy handwriting. 

“Jesus, have you recently robbed a record store?” Robin’s joking as she looks through the ones that fell. 

“I like having options,” You shrug and point to the tape in the very corner “Oh! Put that one in.” 

Robin’s sliding the tape in and you both hear the big, energetic drums kick in. She shyly admits, “I haven’t listened to this album yet.” 

“What!?” You’re giving Robin a face that says it’s impossible to have not listened to Blondie’s Eat to the Beat album. There’s just no way Robin hasn’t heard it. You start, “Take the tape home, then. I don’t want it back until you’ve listened to it once all the way through. Consider it homework.” 

Robin doesn’t protest. “I have listened to Parallel Lines, though. Pretty Baby is one of my favorite songs of all time.” 

“That’s because you haven’t heard the best four minutes of music in  Blondie’s entire discography, yet. ‘Shayla’ is such a good song, I almost named my cat after it.” 

“Well, why didn’t you?”

“He’s a boy. So I named him Bowie instead.” You’re not floundering the way Robin still is. Definitely not as intense as when you first met, but things aren’t coming as easy to her. Here, in your car, she’s wringing her hands and worrying the inside of her lip. Robin’s thinking, she’s being nice because she has to be. Because Fred’ll be back in a month anyways. It shouldn’t really matter what Y/N thinks of me. It’s still continuing as you step into the only diner in Hawkins, only a few patrons sit inside. The seats are dark green and worn, and the smell of coffee and the powdery notes of your waitress’s perfume hit you as you slide into a booth in the corner. You order a coke, Robin orders a shirley temple, and you both share a plate of cheese fries. You’re talking more about music, you both differ in opinion on who has better movie hair (Robin thinks Molly Ringwald reigns supreme, you argue Slone from Ferris Bueller’s day off has more volume), and of course about school. Robin’s waiting for you to bring up what is almost always discussed when she’s alone with any girl her age: crushes. She doesn’t blame anyone, it’s what’s on everyone’s mind and that’s fine. She’s used to it. So used to in fact that she’s already picked out some ordinary boy in her history class to use as a fill in crush for when you inevitably ask. She waits for you to. And then she waits some more, but you don’t ask about who she has a crush on. You’re still going on about Sloane Peterson. 

Robin’s looking at you over her Shirley temple, “Okay, is there any other vital information I should know?” 

You chew on the end of a cheese fry, “About the paper? We don’t have to do any more lessons for today.” 

“No, no. I-I meant about each other. Y’know, other than your cat being named after David Bowie.” 

“Oh.” You recall telling her that you both should get to know each other. For paper purposes, of course. “Well, what do you wanna know?” 

“Hmm,” Robin’s mouth twitches in the corner while she’s thinking, “Why the paper?” 

“I could ask you the same thing.” 

“I asked you first.” 

“Okay, fair. Short answer–I didn’t really consider doing anything else. I’ve been with the paper since freshman year.” 

“And the long answer?” Robin’s genuinely curious. It’s refreshing to talk to someone that you haven’t known since you were a kid, there’s no shared history to compete with–only the present. It feels good to be sitting across from her. To watch little bubbles of condensation sweat off her glass and see the plate of fries slowly disappear. It’s late, both of your feet hurt a little from the walking you did, and you’re no longer complete strangers to one another. 

You shrug a little, “I like to write. It comes naturally, I guess. I’ve kept a notebook since I was 5. I think when I was 7 I interviewed everyone in my family about their favorite ice cream flavor and wrote it in a little notepad and everything.” 

Robin’s eyes soften at that, “Little reporter Y/N.” 

“Exactly. Now your turn.” 

“Hmm. I’ve never been great at short answers so I’ll give you an ‘answer’ answer.” 

“‘Answer’ answer is fine with me.” 

“I knew the paper needed a fill-in for Fred. I figured maybe it was time to try something new and as much as my mom would love it if I learned how to sew and bake apple strudel in the home ec room, photography seemed more interesting.” 

You nod at her, “What about band? Do you still play an instrument?”

“I do. But I don’t know how far I’d get in college by playing the trumpet.” 

“Okay. Yeah, that makes sense. Is the paper for college then?” 

“Sort of.” You can tell she needs a little encouragement, a signal to know you’re just as curious about her. 

“C’mon Robin! That was hardly an ‘answer’ answer. I gave you a peek at a childhood dream. A little embarrassing one, at that.” 

“Wait, no! I thought it was cute, not at all embarrassing.” You hang onto that one word, despite all logical reasoning not to. She’s means 7 year old you. It’s normal to say anything a kid does is cute. But still, the word cute is echoing in your very tired brain. While you’re lost in thought, Robin’s spurred on by you, so she reaches into her backpack and pulls out the book she’s been reading. 

You take the book into your hands and eye the cover and read it aloud, “‘Making Movies by Sidney Lumet’?” 

It’s actually unnerving to say aloud, seeing as she hasn’t even verbalized it to anyone. Even if this little corner booth and cold night somehow feel like a little universe in which it’s just you two and some ice slinking in your cups, Robin is still waiting for something to go astray. In all likelihood, it would come from her saying something wrong, and then she’d have to quit the paper and lose a new acquaintance all in one fell swoop. It wouldn’t be fair. It’s her first day on the paper, she hasn’t even gotten to see how the pictures she took today came out. The ugly nervous edge in her brain starts to go away with more time she spends talking to you, it’d be a crime if she was the one to stop something before it started. She tries not to feel the weight of your question, and fails, but takes one look at you and changes her mind. You’re looking back at her with pure interest, maybe Robin is being naive but her intuition is telling her there’s no ulterior motive here. You just look like you want to know about her, and that’s already scary in its own right. So Robin answers you, “I picked it up at the used bookstore when I was a freshman. I don’t even remember if I thought much about it other than that it was only $2…but I really like movies. Not just enough to work at Family Video, but more than that, I guess. And, I don’t know, I’ve always wondered what’d it be like to be behind the camera and when school started this year I kind of freaked out about the future. Even now, I still freak out. But I felt like if I spent enough time behind a camera this year… eventually a video camera wouldn’t feel so far off.” Immediately after she feels like she’s having a bad dream where she’s in her underwear on stage and the audience is fully dressed. Maybe I said too much? Did any of that make sense? Was I babbling? I was definitely babbling. But then you look at her nicer than anyone who isn’t her mom has looked at her in a long, long time. You’re looking at her like you get it, and that she wasn’t being incomprehensible and babbling. You open the book and find your note stuffed in between a chapter on the basics of directing. Room 122. Wear sneakers. It’s such a little thing. Robin probably just shoved it into whatever was closest to her so she wouldn’t lose it. But still, it makes something in your stomach flip to know she kept it. 

“Is that the plan? Film school somewhere on the West Coast…getting to sit in that uncomfortable-looking chair and direct everybody around?” There is no meanness in your asking, it’s just fun to tease her a little. 

“Something like that.” She does this crooked half smile, and it mildly annoys you because you don’t know why but you want to say something to make her smile fully. You like Robin. You like her enough to consider asking for the second marachino cherry in her shirley temple, but decide against it. It’d be too much. You’d scare Robin into politely saying yes and probably regretting it. It’s something a closer friend would ask, and you aren’t that to her. Robin’s felt like the conversation has stayed about her for a bit too long. She teases you back, “But your plans must not be far off either. Writing at a big paper on the East Coast…draining the souls of more people but this time they’re college students wearing loafers?” 

You secretly hate how witty she can be, but decide to deadpan instead. “Ha-ha. If directing doesn’t work out you might have a spot on Saturday Night Live waiting for you.” 

“We’d both be on the East Coast, then.” 

“Yeah, I guess we would be.” It’s fun to talk about the future like this. Like it isn’t hiding around the corner waiting to kidnap you, but rather something light and fanciful. Robin is twisting at a ring on her finger and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She looks a little tired, but so do you. The diner is going to close soon and since it’s a school night you both should head out. That still seems like the last thing you want to do, because it’ll disrupt this little space in time you and Robin spent carving out with each other today. When was the last time you made a new friend? “Can I ask you something, Robin?” 

She doesn’t look nervous like you were expecting her to. She just chews on the fry and replies, “Shoot.” 

“Do you ever feel like…stuck? I mean, here, in Hawkins.” 

She doesn’t have to think about it before answering you, “Yeah. A lot, actually.” There’s a pause, you glance at your waitress wiping the counter, and refilling someone’s coffee. 

Your tiredness is probably doing more of the talking than it should be. “I just hope college is…different I guess. I hate that feeling like…the walls are closing in or something.” You worry you sound too serious or sad. You’re thinking of a joke to make to give yourself an out. But then Robin interjects your thoughts. 

“I know what you mean. Sometimes, I’d rather die than think about still being here after high school.” There’s only empathy in her tone. You’re not sure what you expected from Robin, but under different circumstances, it feels like you two would’ve never crossed paths. Okay, never, is an exaggeration. Maybe you guys would’ve exchanged ‘hi’s’ at Nancy’s graduation party, or she would’ve rung up your rentals at Family Video, or you would’ve seen her playing the trumpet for two seconds at a pep rally before sticking your head down into your notepad and continuing to take your notes of the event. But over a plate of cheesy fries that are long gone by now, you two are something resembling friends. 

“You don’t have to die to get to a better place,” You tell her, “just drive 50 miles in any direction.” She’s laughing into her jacket sleeve, because she knows you’re right. You’re laughing with her. There’s a whole month left before you guys go to print for the next issue. It’s nice to know that Robin’s your partner for the next month, nice to know you have time together. For paper purposes, of course. 

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Expectancy ~KTH {Part III}

➜Pairing: Kim Taehyung x OC

➜Genre: Soulmate AU, Fluff, (Slight) Angst, (Slight) Smut, Series

Warnings: Mentions of sexual intercourse (though not that graphic)

➜Word Count: 1k

➜Summary: The first words soulmates ever speak to one another are written on each other's body - and those very first words immensely daunt famous CEO Kim Taehyung, to the point he's dreading to meet his own soulmate.

Kim Taehyung

Pausing for a few seconds, Taehyung studies her expression thinking her words over. Once, twice... He wonders how she could have come up with that assumption until he thinks back to how cordial he acts with his best friend's wife and daughter. Since Mi-rae saw their interaction out of context, it is only natural she'd assume something like that; even if it's far from the truth. As soon as he realises that his silence is bound to raise even more groundless suspicions, he looks up at her ready to reassure her that it's all just a misunderstanding. Before he's able to form any word though, he's taken aback by the sight of her vibrant eyes glistening with tears. "Mi-rae listen-", his rushed attempt to explain is cut short by a hard push from the clearly distraught girl. "Save it Taehyung! Soulmates or not, I'm not getting in the way of you and your family!", she exclaims stomping over to the door.

"No, Mi-rae wait!", he rushes after her grabbing her arm and drawing her towards him. Her back slamming against his chest, he wraps her arms around her enveloping her smaller body close to his tall frame. "You don't have to leave. I-", his intended explanation is once again interrupted by Mi-rae's soft voice. "Taehyung, you already have your family. You can't ruin that because of some stupid soulmate bond. Please... Let me go", she mutters sniffling pitifully. With a tender smile forming on his lips, Taehyung tightens his hold on her. He swears he really is falling for her more and more with each passing moment... "Silly girl... How could I ever build a family with someone other than my soulmate?", he whispers leaning in and resting his chin on her shoulder. "Then, who was-?", "It was my best friend's wife and daughter", he's the one to interrupt this time - finally answering her question.

Nuzzling his face at the nape of her neck, he smirks at the visible shudder he causes to her body. "Stupid or not, this soulmate bond has always been valuable to me", he whispers against her skin not missing her throaty sigh while his palms travel down to her hips. "You asked me to let you go, but I don't think I'm able to, not anymore", he spins her around already leaning towards her lips. "Taehyung", his name slipping past those lips halts his actions. Gazing at Mi-rae's eyes, as if caught in a trance, he patiently awaits her next words. "I don't actually hate you. I hate how long it took for you to hold me in your arms like this", she whispers and that's enough to ignite a spark inside him; reserved for her and her only. "Oh, Mi-rae... My Mi-rae", her name is lost on the passion of the kiss they both share.

Kang Mi-rae

The depth of the kiss, makes Mi-rae's knees go weak as she wraps her arms around Taehyung's broad shoulders hanging onto his. "Taehyung-ah... Mmm", she's barely able to utter anything but his name as mumbles of pleasure take over her voice. I'm not able to let go anymore, either. She surrenders herself willingly and completely to him, as he pulls away from their passionate kiss only to pick her up delicately and carry her bridal style over to his bedroom. She's softly laid on the bed before Taehyung carefully hovers over her, treating her like she's the most precious thing in his life. The feeling's clearly mutual as Mi-rae keeps her arms wrapped around him and boldly initiates their second kiss.

Neutral POV

They both gradually entrust and drown themselves in each other while their kisses adjourn to different locations and their clothes are thrown one after the other on the bedroom floor. None of them feel the slightest discomfort or insecurity, once their naked bodies are engulfed in each other's embrace. Taehyung relishes the softness of Mi-rae's bare skin against his own, distancing himself slightly to admire her for a moment or two. On her part, Mi-rae is utterly taken by Taehyung's intimate contact with her, both on a physical and emotional level. So much so, that when he pulls away from her, she feels exposed. As if his warmth is much more capable of jacketing her body than any other piece of clothing.

While gazing tenderly at each other's eyes, a sudden chill crept up on both of their backs when they realise what they are about to do. They are about to consummate their long-awaited love. Many would cower back at the thought of a commitment baring such depth but them, their fears and bitterness surrounding the idea of a soulmate are long gone now. Little do they know that they are both going to make each other's dreams come true. However, now, finally becoming one, all they know is they love one another and that's enough for them. Giving to the feeling of climax and completion, the two of them end up lying on the bed side-facing one another and holding hands, out of breath.

A small smile appears on Taehyung's face as he guides her hand on his own close to his lips before peppering it with gentle pecks. Mi-rae's face, now unclouded by pleasure, adorns a shy smile as she giggles at his sweet gesture. His hand still clasped with her is pulled towards her own face, this time, as she looks up at him from under her long lashes. Without tearing her eyes from his intense gaze, she starts kissing his fingertips adoringly. In response, Taehyung caresses her cheek with his other hand and then leans in to kiss her forehead before enclosing her in a warm hug.

Countless were the times when Mi-rae watched a movie or read a book about romance wishing with all her might for her own to blossom. Now, it finally starts to... She could hear the steady beat of his heart against her chest and it felt as if it assured her that everything was going to be okay from now on.

On the other hand, Taehyung's life-long lingering question has finally been answered. Even if the phrase 'I hate you' will forever remain written on his skin, the love received from her will forever be engraved in his soul. That's what matters most to him, what he always wanted. For his soulmate to love him.

Expectancy prevailed over their lives for a long time but they finally found a home to stay, a home in each other.

"You're my Mi-rae".

"You're my future".

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Cup ‘O Juice | Jinx x Reader

summary: You scold Jinx for trying to drink alcohol and Silco, who isn’t your biggest fan, calls you a bad influence. But Jinx couldn’t care less about what he thought of you

content: established relationship

warnings: probably ooc jinx but idc, poorly written lol, not proofread

words: 2k

a/n: hi??? I’m so bad at descriptions but um. I’m excited and scared to be posting this lol. honestly just enjoy this while I go hide in fear

Jinx continued to run, nearly pulling your arm off in the process. "Taming" her was impossible.

"Jinx." You scolded for what felt like the thousandth time.

"What?" She turned back, giving you those same innocent, puppy eyes, knowing full well she wasn't. You sighed, deciding you'd deal with a broken arm if it meant she got to enjoy herself and be happy, even if it was just for tonight. That's all you wanted for her, was to be at peace, to be happy.

She decided to take a break from running every few seconds and started swinging your interlocked hands, very aggressively.

"Wanna stop at Jericos to eat, then go to the Drop? Figure we’ve been walking around long enough.” Jinx’s eyes lit up at the mention of Jericos, it was probably her favorite place ever. It was the only place that reminded her of the past but didn’t fill her with guilt, only fondness. It was an immediate yes from her.

“Uh, hell yeah! Is that even a question?” She was practically jumping from excitement now.

“Lead the way.”

•°•

The Last Drop was empty, closed, which was extremely rare. It was quiet except for the nice music playing, that was until Jinx started talking to Theorem, or Chuck, as she liked to call him. Although when you tuned into their conversation, it was one sided. And it sounded more and more like threatening.

"B-but I have to clean- and-"

"Move it loser, or I'll make you wear mouser as a backpack again. And she won't be full of glitter this time."

He started rubbing the glass in his hand faster, wanting to finish cleaning then run, not wanting trouble with Silco. But as soon as she started to pull out her not glitter bomb, he threw the glass to the counter, breaking it in the process, and ran out the drop.

That poor guy. He seemed to get terrorized by your girlfriend every other day.

Jinx jumped onto the counter, leaning back on her hands, staring at you. She looked like a literal angel with her long braids flowing down her shoulders and off the countertop. Her eyes had a mischievous glint and it made butterflies erupt in your stomach. Gosh, the effect she had on you.

"So what'll it be madam?"

"Hm?"

"Drink?"

"Oh uh...water?"

"Boring." She dragged out the word while kicking her legs over the counter, jumping down to the other side. She grabbed two cups and straws from the bottom cupboard, filling yours with water and hers with who knows what.

Speaking of, it almost looked as if she was trying to hide her cup from you. As soon as she finished filling your drink and started working on hers, she turned her back. It made your eyes narrow in suspicion. What could she possibly be filling her cup with?

"What're you doing back there, hun?"

"Oh nothing toots. Just my drink!" You could hear the smirk in her voice, indicating she was up to no good.

"Jinx." There you go again, scolding her once more.

"What do you want, mom?" She sarcastically replied, only turning her head so you could see her eyes roll.

Your relationship was always like this, teasing remarks being thrown left and right. It was your love language in a way, not knowing how to discuss your feelings so instead you two showed it in mutual humor.

However this time you weren't joking or being sarcastic with her, you weren't about to let her drink alcohol.

She finally turns to you, that mischievous smirk on her face as she brings the cup to her lips. She was close enough that you were confident you could lean over and snatch the drink.

Your confidence was short lived as she seemed to read your mind, moving away from you quickly.

"Ah-ah toots. This is mine." You squint your eyes as Jinx taunts you by reaching the cup towards your outstretched hands. You tried grabbing it again, only to be humbled once more when she jumps onto the counter this time. You groaned, "Jinx come on. You know can't have alcohol."

This satisfied her, nothing seemed to make your girlfriend happier than your frustration.

"C'mon baby, just gimme your cup." She softened at the pet name, and for a moment you thought you had her. Until her grin seemed to grow wider, how was that even possible? You groaned again, knowing she was going to continue her teasing.

Fine. Two can play at this game. You climbed onto the counter with her, knocking over your forgotten glass of water. Your eyes widened, knowing you'd be getting an earful from Silco.

"Oooohh you made a mess!" Jinx teased, eyes lighting up with her arm still in the air.

"Gimme that!" Your voice was no longer harsh or annoyed, it was playful, knowing you finally had the upper hand. Your left hand found her hip, holding her body close to you, the other reaching for her wrist to lower it.

She giggles when your hand touched her waist, no doubt tickling her with your soft touch, goodness was she adorable. "Relax toots, it's just juice," your jaw drops and Jinx can only laugh manically at your defeated look.

"You're lying," you breathe out, not believing your hard work to get the alcohol from her was all for nothing. You let go of her wrist to place your hand over hers that was around the cup, tipping it towards you. It smelled like fruit, and tasted like juice. Not alcohol. Your tense shoulders relax and you immediately shut your mouth, a soft smile appearing that Jinx pokes at.

She loved your smile. She loved being the reason for it. So each time she saw even the slightest curve of your lips, she pokes the corner of it. It was the weirdest feeling to Jinx, being the reason someone was happy, knowing she was loved and cared for. It wasn't something she was used to.

You saw her staring, she always did when you smiled. And you smiled a lot around her. You knew what that look in her eye meant, that she felt appreciated, cared for. And you melted knowing that she could feel your love.

Her eyes kept flickering down to your lips, occasionally back to your eyes, hoping you'd get the hint. And of course you did, you just wanted to savor the sight in front of you. Her lips parted and adoration practically written all over her face, her cheeks red and rosy.

She didn't often get like this, flustered. She usually was the one flirting and teasing you, wanting to hear you beg for her affection. She didn't believe she deserved love, so she refrained from asking for it. You're glad she was finally coming around to the idea that maybe she did deserve it. And you knew she did, you just had to make her believe.

Your hand left hers, slowly dragging it up her arm until it reached her cheek, cupping it and rubbing your thumb along the hot skin there. You got a good view of all the tiny freckles that dusted her pretty face. Those beautiful blue eyes that darted over your face, obviously jittery and too scared to make the first move.

So you did. You kissed her.

Her nervous demeanor faded as she loops her arms around your waist, loving the feel of her body close to yours.

Your other hand found her neck, pushing enough pressure there to make the kiss deeper but careful enough to not ruin her hair. It's not like it mattered anyways, her braids were always messy with loose strands sticking out in different directions.

Still, you wanted to be gentle with her. She was extremely fragile, both emotionally and physically.

She tasted exactly like the juice she drank, your smile coming back in full force, making it hard to kiss her.

Her fingers squeezed at your waist, wanting to feel more, as if your closeness wasn't enough. And you agreed, it wasn't.

You pulled away, her lips chasing yours for more, panting out of her now puffy lips. You will never get tired of kissing her. You desperately wanted to lean in for more, give her what she wanted, but again, you wanted to savor this view.

She shied away, the attention too much for her and deciding the cup of juice was extremely interesting. In attempt to hide her bashfulness, she teased you.

"You're a weirdo, toots. Always staring."

You only hummed, leaning your weight on your right arm, staring fondly at your very pretty girlfriend. Her blue hair, the tattoos that adorned her skin, her plump, pink lips, her even rosier cheeks. Jinx is perfect.

It was quiet now, save for Jinx clinking her cup against the counter repeatedly. It was never quiet when she was around, which at first was annoying, but now it brings you comfort.

"Where is Theorem?"

You nearly jumped out of your skin. You recognized the voice almost immediately, not knowing if that comforted or scared you more.

Silco's steps down the stairs from his office could be heard, practically booming through the usually full, bar.

“Chuck.” Jinx corrects, to which Silco hums.

You voice what happened only a couple minutes prior with the bartender, knowing you weren't telling on Jinx because Silco never got mad at her.

Though you forgot for a moment that he always got mad and blamed you.

He walks around the counter while eyeing you sitting on the counter. You already knew he was going to tell you off even though Jinx was doing the same thing.

You held your breath as he circles the counter, you purposely left out the part where there were two broken glasses and a puddle on the floor.

You were stupid to think Silco wouldn't investigate your surroundings, he was always looking for a reason to belittle you.

He finally reached the mess.

"I was gonna clean that." You said quickly, hoping he'd give you the tiniest amount of decency. He raised an accusing brow that laid above his good eye.

In all honesty, you weren't. You completely forgot it was there, too distracted by the girl at your side.

Silco calls you a bad influence, claiming you were corrupting Jinx.

You roll your eyes, head rolling back as you groan in annoyance.

He didn't like that.

Even just standing there, arms clasped behind his back. He radiated confidence, authority, power.

Silco was terrifying, and it didn't help that he hated you.

And you get it, he was extremely protective over Jinx. She was his daughter after all. He was only looking out for her, not wanting you to leave her with a broken heart. Just like everyone else in her life before you did.

You don't think you'd ever be able to convince him that you could never hurt Jinx. That you loved her so much, the thought of being without her physically pained you.

You looked over to your girlfriend, smiling softly when you saw her picking at her already chipped nails, murmuring something about repainting them.

You turned back over to Silco, catching his deadly glare, both his good and bad eye intimidating.

But let's be honest, if anyone was corrupting someone, it was her. So you told him just that.

"If anything, she is the bad influence."

Oh. And he really didn't like that.

While Jinx giggled, knowing your statement was correct, Silco scowled at you.

"What did you say?" His voice seemingly deeper than it usually was.

Crap.

Jinx gets you out of there. Whether she realizes she's saved you or not, you're thankful.

"Well, we've gotta go now dad, gonna make Mouser some buddies so she's not lonely!"

Dad. She never calls him dad.

It made Silco freeze, you were a little confused but grateful he won't get the chance to shout you.

Jinx whisks you away quickly, once again yanking your arm with unnecessary force to her "lair".

You loved this girl.

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