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dollfacefantasy · 6 months

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You Make Me Cry Every Time

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: leon's going through a rough patch, and he takes it out on you.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, angst, hurt/comfort, leon is mean in the beginning, toxic behavior i guess, implied age gap

word count: 3.7k

a/n: i was going through it and feeling emo so i wrote this. hope everyone enjoys as always <3

tags: @sleepyluxe @kaitkatme @tosuckmyweenis @pupthepokemonenthusiast @bizzarethirst @death-paint @petitecolibri @iron-toxinz @wildest-dreams-at-midnight

The clock on the end table reads 2:43. Muted sounds of nightlife fill the space outside the walls of your apartment. You’re sprawled across the couch, half-asleep, with a soft blanket draped over you. You were waiting for your boyfriend to come home. Again.

Leon had been going through a rough patch. He was moody and ready to snap at any moment it seemed. He drank a lot, and he was gone all the time. You knew he had been through so much and there was no end in sight. That’s why you tried to put up with it, but all of it was weighing down on you too.

You sharply inhale as the sound of keys being jammed into the lock on the front door rouses you from your stupor. Sitting up straight, you rub your face tiredly. Your eyes are still adjusting to the darkness of the living room when the door opens. A beam of light from the hallway shoots across the floor, but it’s gone just as fast as it appears. You hear the lock click again and then see his shadow brush through the room as if you aren’t even there.

He’s in the kitchen now, and you’re not even fully sure of what he’s doing. But you pad in his direction anyways. Your soft voice breaks through the tense silence with a gentle call of his name.

“Leon?”

He turns to you. Even in the dark when you can’t fully see, you can feel the harsh nature of his stare.

“What are you doing up? Told you to stop waiting up for me,” he grumbles.

His tone stings, but you continue to approach him.

“I just worry. I can’t sleep if I don’t know you made it home safe,” you explain yourself quietly.

“Just go to bed. I’ll be there in a second,” he says and turns away again. But before he speaks, you swear you could hear him scoff.

You didn’t understand where his sudden apparent resentment towards you came from. He had always dealt with so much, constantly feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders. But until the last few months, he never took it out on you. Now though, it felt like you were dancing across a floor full of glass shards to avoid setting off an outburst of his.

“I just want to make sure you’re alright,” you say, keeping your voice quiet and cautiously laying your hand on his back.

It immediately became clear to you that touching him was the wrong choice though. He shrugs you off and pushes your hand back down to your side. Now that you were closer, you could smell the scent of booze on him. It wasn’t as heavy as previous nights, but it was still present. You retract your hand and stare at him with concern.

“Leon, what’s wrong? Have I done something to upset you? We can talk about it. I-” you try to defuse the situation before he cuts you off.

“Jesus fucking Christ, it’s enough,” he snaps. He fully pulls away from you. “Take a hint. Go to bed.”

He speaks with such disdain for you, it makes your chest ache. “I was just trying to help,” you say, looking like a kicked puppy more and more with each passing moment. He takes no sympathy on you though.

“Well, you aren’t helping. You don’t know shit about my problems, so stop trying to fix them,” he says to you, his voice ice cold.

“I’m not trying to fix anything. I’m just trying to be there for you because I love you!” you defend. His miserable disposition was starting to frustrate you. This wasn’t the first time you’d jumped through these hoops for him.

“Oh, bullshit,” he says with a roll of his eyes.

That slices through you like a knife. Your lips part slightly in shock, and your words tangle up in your throat. You fight back tears, not wanting to seem even more pathetic to him.

“I can see what you want. You want the old me back. But he’s not coming back. He doesn’t exist anymore,” he rants at you.

“I never said that. You can’t get mad at me for problems you’re creating!” you say to him angrily and cross your arms.

“Aw, you don’t want me to get mad at you? Did I hurt your feelings, baby? Am I being mean to you?” he mocks with a cruel smile before his emotionless expression returns, “Grow the fuck up.”

You try to ignore his teasing and work towards a solution, but that really hurt. And it seemed like he said it with no thought or remorse, like he had been storing that and it just came out. Tears burn in your eyes and a lump rises in your throat, but you manage to choke out your next statement.

“All you do is push me away. I can’t help you because you won’t even tell me what’s wrong,” you say, forcing your voice to stay even.

“I push you away because you can’t handle real problems. You show me that over and over again. I mean, look, you’re almost in tears, and I haven’t said anything that bad,” he says with a gesture to your eyes.

“If I’m so fucking immature and selfish, why are you even with me?” you ask. A few tears leak from your eyes and down your cheeks but you wipe them away as quickly as you can.

“You know, I’ve been asking myself that question a lot recently, and it’s getting harder and harder for me to come up with an answer,” he says. He keeps eye contact with ease. His voice is laced with venom. There’s no trace of anything but bitter anger.

You honestly struggle to come up with a response. But that’s ok because he doesn’t wait for one before he continues speaking.

“I mean really, what do I get from this relationship? I know what you get. You get the attention you’re so fucking desperate for. But me? What do I get?” he asks, “A dumb little girl who follows me around like a lost puppy? I mean you’ve definitely got a pretty face, but it’s everything else that’s getting harder for me to stomach.”

You can’t stop yourself at this point. He knew how to break you down. Your lip juts out ever so slightly and quivers as tears slide down your cheeks. You take a step back from him and look down.

“There we go. Always with the fucking crying,” he sighs. His tone becomes mocking again as he continues. “You want me to kiss it better, sweetheart? Tell you everything’s gonna be ok. That I’m so so sorry.”

“No,” you cry, trying to defend yourself, “I don’t want any of that from you.”

“I’m sure,” he says flatly.

“Fuck you, Leon,” you weep, “I can’t win with you. You’re absolutely hellbent on being miserable. I’m done. Deal with your shit on your own. I don’t give a fuck.”

You turn on your heel and rush off to the bedroom. You fling the door shut, the thud of the slam echoing through the apartment.

At first, Leon didn’t care. His initial reaction was a shrug. He walks over to the couch, puts his feet up on the coffee table, and turns on the tv to some old movie. He was in a pissy mood, and he especially wasn’t in the mood to deal with you.

But as time goes on, and he sits there alone, a sense of shame starts to cast a shadow over his heart. He keeps seeing your face in his head. The soft look in your eyes while they were full tears he caused. Your body language as he ridiculed you, shrinking away from him, eager to get away but afraid of looking weak. He could hear a replay of his voice spitting out every callous thing he could think of. He felt like such an asshole.

It didn’t help that he was surrounded by things of yours. You’d brought out a pillow and blanket for yourself while you stayed up for him. They smelled like you. On the table, you had a book you’d been reading for a while. You’d tell him parts and explain the drama to him when he wasn’t in a bad mood. The tv remotes, spare the one he had grabbed, were organized in the particular way you always did when you watched tv. He felt the void in his heart growing as you stayed shut away in the bedroom.

You weren’t faring much better. You curled up under the comforter on the bed, crying softly into the pillows. You were missing your favorite one since you’d left it out on the couch. You felt a deep ache in your abdomen, a weight that kept you thinking about him and everything he’d said to you.

Despite how tired you’d been before he came home, you couldn’t sleep now. No position felt comfortable. Nothing made the bed feel less empty.

You felt so pathetic. You should be mad at him, furious, enraged. He acted like such a dick. He said things that gave you reasonable grounds to kick him out. But you didn’t feel that way. You didn’t want that. You were heartbroken. He was right. You yearned for him to kiss it better and tell you it was all ok and that he didn’t mean any of it.

Eventually, you couldn’t take it. You give in. It was humiliating, but that was what you chose. You pad into the living room skeptically. You stand a distance from the couch, afraid of setting off another landmine. But if he wanted to yell, you’d let him at this point. You just wanted him.

He sees you standing near the opening to the hallway that entered the living room. You looked so sad, it tore at his heart. Your face was a mess, your posture was so timid. What was wrong with him?

“Come here,” he sighs and pats his lap.

Without hesitation, you cross the room. You’re in his arms, against his chest. Your arms are wrapped around him tight while your head is buried in the crook of his neck. You start crying again, but you keep it as quiet as possible, still hearing always with the fucking crying ringing through your mind.

“I’m sorry,” you choke out as you struggle to restrain a sob. You didn’t even know what you were really apologizing for. “I don’t wanna fight anymore.”

Another deep sigh escapes him. It could have been interpreted as annoyance, but you could tell it was regret. He rubs your back and holds you close against him.

“Shhh shhh. It’s alright, baby. It’s ok,” he says softly before stroking your hair, “We’re ok. I’m sorry.”

“I shouldn’t have said anything,” you weep and cling to him.

“No, sweetheart. It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t be so quick to snap at you,” he says in a hushed tone. He kisses your head and continues rubbing your back, something he always did to calm you down.

He kept his voice quiet to keep his own emotions in check. He wanted you to be ok and to know he was sorry. But you didn’t need to know how awful this made him feel. Guilt was gnawing at him now as he watched you cry out the pain his words had inflicted on you. He gently rocks back and forth with you, wanting to calm you down even more.

“Baby, this isn’t your fault. None of this is,” he says, “I got my own shit going on, and I take it out on you because it’s easy.”

His voice drops to a whisper towards the end of his statement. His words dripped with shame.

“You don’t deserve the shit I say to you, but I just see you standing there, looking so fucking sweet and perfect and you’re looking at me with all the love in the world and I can’t fucking take it,” he says, his voice cracking a little, “I don’t deserve it.”

“Yes, you do,” you cry, grabbing onto him tighter.

“No, I don’t. You shouldn’t have to deal with this. Staying up every night, waiting for a mean old fuck to come home and yell at you,” he says. It was now his turn for his eyes to water while a lump grows in his throat.

You were at another loss for words. You didn’t know what would convince him not to feel so down on himself. Instead, you press a soft kiss to the side of his throat. He tilts his head back and deeply exhales at the pure gesture.

“And when I said I didn’t know why we were still together… I hope you know what a huge lie that was,” he says, “You’re all I have in this ugly god damn world. That’s it. Without you, I’d just be going through the motions.”

You gaze up at him as he goes through this. You curl your legs up on his lap with the rest of your body and lean into his touch in an attempt to offer him some comfort.

“And when I look at you, I see the opposite,” he says, his voice fully breaking now, “I see someone who has her entire future ahead of her, and she’s wasting it hanging around a guy like me.”

“You’re not a waste,” you say, sitting up and placing your hand on his cheek.

Your thumb moves back and forth in tiny motions, dragging across the skin soothingly. You both stare into each others’ tearful eyes.

“You’re not a waste to me. I love you. You’re important to my life too,” you say seriously looking at him.

“Baby…” he sighs. You were so fucking cute. If he had any spine, he would break up with you. Force you to do better for yourself. But he couldn’t. He knew in his heart of hearts that he would never be able to let you go.

You lean in and give him a soft kiss. You rub your nose with his. You shift on his lap to be in a better position to give him your affection.

His hands fall to your hips to steady you. He returns the gesture and presses two gentle kisses of his own to your cheeks. “I’m sorry, angel,” he whispers.

You lean in for more kisses, accepting the apology with your actions. You rub the back of his neck and press your body against his. The question of whether he deserved forgiveness crossed your mind, but you didn’t dwell on it. You didn’t really care.

He groans into the kiss as he feels your breasts flush against his chest. Your tongue enters his mouth, and he returns the passion. In a few minutes, saliva coats your lips and your breathing is heavy. You gently roll your hips down.

He feels that as soon as you do it. He disconnects his lips for a moment and looks at you with dilated pupils. You rock your hips again, bringing down your clothed cunt on his jeans. The stiff fabric gives you a good amount of friction and coaxes a whine from your throat.

“Honey,” he grunts, “Are you sure? You’re not just doing this because… because you think you have to, right?”

He didn’t want you using sex because you thought that’s what would please him. But he also couldn’t ignore the feeling of his cock hardening in pants.

You shake your head, panting as you grind on him, your lips still flushed from making out. “I wanna feel your love,” you say, your voice breathless.

That didn’t make him feel much better, but you felt so fucking good. “Babe, I can make you feel loved in other ways. Afterwards, I can show-”

“Wanna feel close,” you say before kissing him some more to shut him up.

Well, this would be as close as you could get. That put him at enough ease to give in to his urges. He grabs your hips harder, kneading the flesh of your ass too, and guides your movements. Both of you let out pleasurable sounds at the sensation.

“So fucking good to me,” he grunts, “My perfect girl.”

Your hips don’t stop as you pull off your thin sleep top. Your head falls back at the muted pleasure you were receiving from rubbing yourself on him.

His hands leave your hips and cup your tits. He squeezes them and then brings his mouth to a nipple. He flicks his tongue on the peak and swirls it with dedication. You let out a breathy whine.

He scoots you closer and continues his mouth’s work on your chest. His cock was now completely stiff in his pants, offering you even better friction. You feel it pressing on your clit just how you like, and you bite your lip. He can tell it’s feeling good.

He pulls his lips away from your nipples. Then he lays a few wet kisses on your jaw before picking you up by the waist and laying you back on the couch. He tugs off your shorts and panties.

His hand slides between your legs. He drags his fingers through your folds, feeling how wet you were.

“Such a sweet girl,” he breathes and captures your lips again in a quick kiss, “You’re soaked, babydoll.”

You nod timidly. He rubs you a little more, circling your throbbing clit and gliding over your wanting hole. You bite your lip and moan softly. Your hips rock against this touch as well before you suddenly whimper at a loss of contact and look up to see him sliding your fingers in his mouth. He groans at the taste of you before pulling the fingers back out of his mouth.

Reaching down, he unbuckles belt and drops his pants to the floor. He strokes his solid, flushed cock a few times. With the faint glow of the tv casting over the two of you, you can see a bead of precum emerging from the head. He adjusts his stance and positions himself at your entrance.

“I’m so sorry, little love. Let me try to make it better,” he breathes as he pushes inside.

Moans bubble in his throat as your tight, wet heat engulfs him. His head tilts back, and a ragged breath puffs from his lips. He grips the back of your thighs and holds your legs up.

He’s slow at first, dragging himself in and out, making sure to feel every inch of you. Your eyes flutter at the feeling, and your hips squirm for more.

As he begins to really thrust and set a consistent pace, he leans down to kiss you again. It’s sloppy and rushed, but he needed to feel you like this. He needed to feel that he hadn’t broken the connection you two had.

“My precious fucking girl. Am I making you feel good? Do you feel close to me?” he grunts, his grip tightening, “Can you tell how much I love you?”

You whine in response and nod. Your body heats up as he continues to slide in and out. He stretches you out just the way you like, fills you up so perfectly. He hits every sweet spot inside of you to make you forget he was even capable of saying such mean things sometimes.

You reach your arms up and pull his head down to rest against your neck. Your eyes were still full of your tears from earlier and a few slip out because of the strong difference between the euphoria of right now compared to the despair of the last hour.

One of your thighs drops back on the couch as the hand that was holding it comes up to your hair. He laces his fingers through the strands and begins pressing messy kisses to the side of your throat.

“My pretty baby,” he whispers against your skin, “I couldn’t ask for anything more.”

His hips continue their movements, his pelvis connecting with the skin of your ass over and over. He nuzzles your neck. You can hear his mix of harsh pants and soft groans right next to your ear. You cling to him as the heat inside you rises.

“Tell me how it feels, sweetheart. Wanna make sure you’re getting everything you deserve,” he says.

“Feels perfect,” you whimper after a string of moans, “I- I’m gonna cum soon.”

“Me too, doll,” he says. His hips piston into you harder. Your hands dig into the muscles of his back while your toes curl

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Leon,” you choke out as a cry leaves you.

“Mhm, good baby. I want you to cum for me, honey. I want you to feel so fucking good. Let it all go,” he says.

His hand slides from his hair to your face and brushes away some of your tears. He kisses your cheek softly as you fall over the edge into bliss. Your body convulses underneath him as you release. You moan and writhe and the whole time he strokes your hair, cooing at you “my pretty girl” and “so so good for me.”

You were so tight around him. The sight of your eyes squeezing shut and your lips parting in ecstasy was too much for him. He thrusts into you a few more times before a moan rumbles through his chest and out of his mouth. He slams deep inside of you to spill himself. Hot, thick ropes of cum flood your insides.

You were shaky and trembling as he pulled out and planted a kiss on your forehead. He sits back on the couch, pushing the hair out of his face before pulling you up and close to him. He positions you on his lap and holds you to his chest.

He starts rubbing your back again and kissing your hairline. “Love you, babydoll. So so fucking much,” he whispers.

Your eyes close as you return the embrace and melt into his lap. You nuzzle and kiss his chest, relaxing into the affection.

“There’s my girl. All mine,” he coos.

You nod, enjoying the nice moment and letting yourself pretend that this whole cycle wouldn’t repeat in a few days time.

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just-some-random-blogger · 7 months

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Safe Keeping | 6

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

What say you, lady? Don't you think the Hound would make a fine husband? He would protect you, yes, and you would bear him many babes." I curtsy again but this time, my voice falters when I speak, "I- I think he would," I turn to my left, "Lord Sandor would make a fine husband... a fine father."

Sandor Clegane x Reader | 6k+ | cw: fem!reader, forced marriage, smut (piv, emotional sex, praise kink), enemies to lovers, slow burn, angst, emotional unavailability, emotional vulnerability, The Hound being abrasive, miscommunication, baby fever, fluff!, typos, etc.

A/N: i said i'd end this on p5 but i think i'll be ending at p7 HAHHAH lol. originally posted on ao3 but felt like posting it on here

Tagging: @otteropera @poisonsage808 @glitterandgoldfinds @the-queen-of-sorrows @minttea07 @fluffpudel @j3nn-1 @jelsasnowflakes1

"My lady," followed by high pitched barking made me turn around from where I sat in the garden.

Maester Yannick was walking over to me, with three puppies on his trail. He lifts his robe when he feels one of the critters nip at it. He hisses at them and tells them not to bite. Rose barks and takes it as a challenge.

I chuckle and shush her, raising a finger as I bend down to reinforce the discipline.

Rose looks at me then scurries off.

I straighten up on the bench as Yannick sits beside me. We both then turn to the soldiers in the making, training across the grounds of Brown Wood.

The Hound barks at them when they get their positions wrong.

"He is lovely today," Yannick tells me.

I turn to him and chuckle, but nod nonetheless.

He continues observing my husband, "he's been training long, hasn't he?"

"Mmm. Perhaps a couple hours," I look back at Sandor, "why? Do you think it is bad for his wounds?"

"I think it is bad for you," he looks at me.

I pull my head back, "me?"

The maester stands, "you are wasting precious time. Both of you are in good conditions," he links his hands together, "for the good of your house, it would be wise for you to be more... vigilant about producing heirs."

I feel my face drop and burn.

"As you know, my lady, the herbs I make for you are not cheap. It would be a shame to put them to waste due to a lack of effort."

I clear my throat and turn away from him.

Maester Yannick nods, "which reminds me, I will go and fetch you some tea right now."

I watch him walk away.

Once he was gone, my attention is averted back to Sandor. In truth, now more than ever has his hound persona been more apparent to me. Besides his fierceness, his snarling, his grit, the way he bared his teeth and howled at everyone, I could see his loyalty, his need to do good by the people in his life, his protectiveness, especially when it came to fighting, and his warmth.

I begin to think about Daisy. I turn to my side and watch as the pups begin to wreck the garden with their paws.

I find myself thinking about that night... that night when he said he loved me.

I rub my belly, not liking the way my stomach churned at my string of thoughts.

I watch as Sandor straightens up a boy, who was about to fall flat on his face, with one hand. He shakes his head at the child and says he can't fight if he's fighting himself too.

I imagine him speaking the same way to our son.

It was a horrible mistake. As quickly as I thought of it, I then remember telling him to give me a child by another woman.

I've set him free. He does not belong to me; in truth, he never did.

I quickly stand and wipe my face.

This was no longer leisure, this was torture.

I quickly run inside, retreating to my bedroom. Once I am there, I takes my shoes off, plop on my bed, and stare up at my ceiling. I look at the cobwebs in the distant corners and I wonder why I felt like crying but had no tears to shed. I lie there in silence, wishing nothing but to waste away.

I lift my head up from the sheets and turn to the door when I hear it open. I immediately stand and brush my skirts, "Sandor."

The feel of the cold floor on my bare feet send a shiver down my spine.

Sandor cautiously looks at me, "is everything alright?"

"Mmm?" I raise my brows, "what- why do you ask?"

"You ran inside and left your babes in the garden"

My lips part at his words. My hand instinctively comes to my belly.

"Pups," he raises a hand, "I meant pups. I didn't mean--"

Sandor is cut off by the voice of maester Yannick calling my name as he knocked on my door. Sandor opens the door for him and the old man enters, smiling when he sees the two of us. He is about to hand me the tea but then decides otherwise and puts it on my vanity.

He turns to Sandor, "I am pleased you decided to attend to your wife. Her fertility herbs are slowly being depleted. I was beginning to fear it would be for naught."

I grow frigid.

With that, the maester nods and exits, "please do enjoy each other's company."

The sound of the door closing leaves me red in the face. I lock eyes with Sandor then look away, clearing my throat. I flinch when he calls out my name.

I turn back and rub my arms, "yes... husband?"

"I didn't come here for that," he mutters, raising a hand cautiously.

My chest tightens. Of course not. I open my mouth, but he cuts me off before I could make a sound.

"I came to check if you're alright," he slowly steps forward.

I tense and nod, "I am well."

I feel my heart race when he takes another step towards me.

"Y-you needn't worry about me."

"I always worry about you," he mutters as he walks closer.

My words catch in my throat, "what?"

"Let me help you," he speaks, now only a few steps away from me.

My heart is pounding. I step back slowly, "h-help?"

"In the way only a man can," he lets out a heavy breath.

My calves hit the bed. I stop in my tracks and stand frozen. The Hound is now looking down at me. I am too overwhelmed by his presence to do anything else but stare.

The next thing I know, my gaze is drawn downward as he sits on the bed and peers up at my form.

"If you want a child from me," he whispers, "I'll give you one by no other woman but you."

I look at him, heart in my mouth, body burning. I scratch my fingers and nod at his words.

Sandor sighs, "I need to hear you say it."

"I-" I shakily speak, "I want a child," I face him, "a child by you... my lord."

His brows knit.

My breath hitches when he touches my waist.

I can hear his heavy breathing as he whispers, "Sandor. Please."

I gulp as his palm rubs slowly across my belly. The action makes my skin prickle with goosebumps. My hand comes atop his. I oblige, "Sandor."

He gently tugs me in between his legs and my breath nearly escapes me. He rests his hands on my hips then pulls me in, sinking his face into my side. My ribs rattle with how quick my pulse was.

Sandor inhales deeply, "gods, you smell good."

I feel my body burn, "i-it's lavender oil."

I squeak when he pulls me down onto his lap. He cages me against him, my back flush against his chest. He sinks his face into my neck and slowly draws in a breath. His arms snake around me as he hotly speaks, "it's you, my pretty squirrel."

I feel his hands slowly lift my skirts up. My hands latch onto his arm that was still around my belly.

"Be calm, my wife, I cleaned up before coming here, in case I had to wipe your tears."

I make a sound as he knocks his nose into my jaw and exposes one of my legs to him.

"I don't like it when you're upset."

My breath hitches, "I-I'm not upset."

"Good."

Sandor feels the goosebumps on my skin when his hand makes contact with my bare thigh. He shushes me as he rubs and kneads my flesh. I whimper and begin to squirm when his hand hikes up my inner thigh.

His fingers touch my clothed center. He breathes hotly against the pulse of my neck, "I'm going to take this off, mmm?"

I gulp and nod slowly at his words.

I maneuver with him when his hands come under my skirts to rid me of my smallclothes. He doesn't like the space that is created between us and rips me back into him. He ruts his hips into mine to add to his point.

I whine when Sandor's right hand rubs into my heat.

"Fuck," he hisses, "you've worked yourself up over nothing."

I make a louder noise when he prods his fingers into my pulsing entrance. I can feel his fingers slide with ease against my warm folds. I instinctively grip his arm when he sinks into me.

Sandor's other arm, in turn, tightens around me, "you can take it. You've taken more than my fingers, beautiful."

I whimper when he sinks another finger into me and begins to pump in and out. My breathing grows heavier and I throw my head back on his shoulder as he moves into me.

I feel his beard scratch into my neck. I feel his teeth graze lightly into my skin. His fingers languidly move in and out of me, even as I clench my thighs together. He makes no move to part them, and in truth, it doesn't hinder his movements at all.

I feel his tongue dart out on my neck, "I want to taste you."

I slowly lift my head from his shoulder just as he pulls his hand away from my thighs and brings his fingers into his mouth. I feel sobered by his action, taken aback by how filthy it was yet how eagerly he did it.

The next thing I know, he pulls back and lets my body fall in a space between his thighs. He quickly undoes his trousers. After, he pushes me onto my feet, and grips my hips. He rather impatiently rips up my skirts and I feel my thighs shake when he grips my bare flesh.

He pulls me back down on him, and I mewl when I feel his hardened length slip clumsily between my thighs, not yet entering me. I settle on him; the sensation of his clothes on my skin makes my belly roll.

"Fuck," he growls, as my thighs instinctively clamp around him. Sandor is unable to withhold the bucking of his hips.

When he does this, pleasure, crackling like embers, tingle up my body.

"Open up," he hisses, one hand coming between my legs, "I have to be inside you. I have to come inside, have to come inside your weeping cunny."

"Sandor," I whine as I slowly part my legs.

"I know, pretty squirrel. You're so worked up, for me," he breathes against my ear then nips at my lobe, "so fucking eager."

A drawn out whine escapes my lips when he sheathes himself into me.

He wastes no time in moving. I end up squeaking as he braces me against him and firmly thrusts upward into me.

My cries grow louder as his arms tighten beneath my breasts. I feel his hand knead one breast, but it doesn't last very long.

I am throttled onto my chest and pressed down on the sheets. Sandor lifted me up like I was nothing and adjusted me on the edge of the bed.

I'm barely on my tiptoes, as most of my weight was shifted on my spine from of how my husband was hoisting me up to cater to himself.

His movements quickly pick up the pace, and our position becomes reminiscent of the time he had me like this once before, only this time, his one hand was rubbing my scarred hip and he was much more vocal.

"Look at you, all bent over and mine," he groans.

I nails dig into the sheets.

"I'm gonna fill you up. You're going to be so fucking full of me."

I squeal into the sheets. The idea drives me wild. I plead into the bed but I don't think he hears it.

Just as I felt something begin to build in me, he slows.

I open my eyes, not realizing I had closed them as Sandor drops one of my hips. I squeak when I feel him grab my shoulder and slowly turn me on my back.

My jaw drops; I breathe heavily through my mouth. Sandor looks down on me as his hands grip my sides. He pushes me upward and presses my legs by my ribs

He slowly thrusts into me, hands working their way across my body. He rubs my thighs, my belly, my breasts. His brows furrow, "fuck. So fucking soft and warm."

He massages my breasts then works his way up to my shoulders. His one hand rubs my neck before clutching my jaw. His other hand slides back down my hips. I whine when his thumb rubs circles around my sensitive nub. It makes my toes curl.

He sighs, "so fucking beautiful."

I whimper when his other thumb swipes my lips. I find myself licking at it. It makes him groan and buck into me faster.

I push my head back and arch my spine, "fuck- Sandor."

Both his hands land on my hips. He digs his nails into my flesh and begins to move deeper. Eventually, he sinks one hand down by the side of my head for support. My hands latch onto his hips.

"Come for me, pretty girl," he groans, "I'm not gonna last much longer."

I tug at his clothes.

"Be a good girl and come all over my cock, mmm. I want to feel you tighten around me-- get all messy and wet and loud and," he gives deliberate thrusts, "so fucking beautiful."

I whine, "Sandor, I want- I want to-"

I begin to tighten and shake against him. My legs wrap around him and my hands cling onto him for dear life. I find it futile to conceal my sounds, as I cannot find the strength to shut my mouth as I ride the feeling of bliss.

With a loud cuss, Sandor rams into me as deeply as he can. His movements are rough and slow. Both of his hands secured on my waist as he spills his seed into me.

I can feel him throb and can feel myself dripping with warmth.

Sandor takes his time, really drawing out the feeling before slowly coming to a halt. He lets out a final moan when he does stop then takes a deep breath.

I look at him as he closes his eyes and straightens up. My body burns when he looks down at me through hooded eyes and rubs my body again. He enjoys rubbing my breasts the most.

My hands come to his arms, and that seems to stop him.

I am about to tell him not to stop, but he speaks before I can, "wrap your legs round me."

In truth, I didn't have to do anything as he wraps my legs around himself and picks me up in his arms. I hook my feet around each other and am careful not to touch his blistered back as my hands go to his shoulders.

Sandor crawls up the bed with me clinging onto him; I feel the strength in his muscles as he moves. He sets me down on the pillows. He arranges one under my head and brings one beside me.

He looks at me for a moment then whispers, "I'm going to pull away now."

He waits for me to respond before doing anything.

In truth, the thought of him pulling away from me makes my body ache with sadness, but I slowly nod anyway.

I close my eyes as Sandor gently draws away from me. My emotions immediately overcome me in my vulnerable state. I rub my eyes when I feel tears build behind my lids. Sandor fixes my skirt and gathers my legs together. I feel him take the pillow beside me and stuff if bellow my bum.

"This will help keep my spend from dripping out."

His explanation makes my body burn.

I feel Sandor shuffle beside the bed and I hear him fixing his clothing.

I clench my jaw, dreading what I knew exactly was to come next.

I open my eyes when he calls my name. I look at him pathetically, noticing how his skin glowed with sweat, the last evidence that he was ever in me beyond his untucked shirt.

He reaches out to me and I really don't want to take his hand knowing he'll leave me after, so I don't.

I have no idea why he still grabs my hand. The action feels like a betrayal. He rubs my knuckles before kissing them. I chew my lip, feeling wronged over the fact he has never kissed my lips and probably never will.

"I will be leaving now," he mutters.

His words gut me, as always.

I rip my hand out of his and turn away from him, "very well."

Sandor knits his brows at the sharp withdrawal. He was gentle was he not? Still, he's being turned away.

His mouth goes dry. He slowly steps back, "I..."

I turn my body away from him. I draw in a deep breath and try to make my voice as even as possible, "thank you, Sandor."

Sandor flinches. He steps back some more, "I-I'll bring your dogs here for company."

I chuckle dryly. Company. My voice breaks, "I'm tired."

Sandor's mouth twitches. He backs all the way up to the door, "I'll let you rest then."

I cover my face with my arm and hum in agreement, not trusting myself to speak anymore.

The moment I hear the click of the door, I begin to sob. I whine as his words replay in my head. How could he tell me such things, call me beautiful and say he wants me, then leave me right after? How could he touch me like that then want nothing to do with me?

I pull the pillow from underneath my head and wail into it.

Sandor, who couldn't find it in himself to step away from the door, decides not to walk back in when he hears the crying. His belly curdles with self-loathing. He feels like he's going to choke because of how hurt the noise sounded, nevermind how lovely it was seconds ago; it meant for nothing.

He walks away trying to figure out where he went wrong. He relives every touch, every sound in his memory. His eyes water when he comes to the dreadful realization it must have been horrible being with him. He forced his wretched looks onto an unwilling witness.

He gulps as he sniffles and wipes his face in frustration. He feels like walking into the forest, never to be seen again, but then he steps out to the garden and hears small barking sounds. He looks at the three pups, playing with the boys, who should have been training, and feels his heart twist.

He finds himself imagining what the scene would've been like if Daisy was here... if his pretty squirrel-- he shuts the thought away.

I knock on Sandor's office door and enter when he tells me to come in.

He looks up, does a double take, then immediately stops doing whatever it was he was doing. He clears his throat, "Lady Clegane."

His words pierce through me. He's never called me that before. I close the door and walk towards him, "Lord husband. Good morrow to you. Where is Andrew?"

His shoulders tense, "he... should be here any minute."

I nod as I halt in front of his desk, "he has gotten good enough at reading and balancing coin, I hope?"

Sandor sighs, "yes."

I notice the crumbs on his beard, then I notice a plate on his desk. He must have broken fast here. I fidget with my fingers and wipe my chin, hoping he would get the message. He doesn't. I decide not to note on it and simply get to the point, "maester Yannick said your wounds have dried up, and that if you liked, you could go on your rounds again."

Sandor nods and straightens in his chair, "I think I'll start once I'm confident in the bloke balancing our coin."

I nod slowly and link my hands together, "alright," I shift in my spot and turn to the door.

I look back at him and feel my body burn under his scrutiny. I offer a smile, "that is all I wanted to say," I rub my hands together, "-wanted to check on you."

I gasp when he jumps out of his chair.

I clutch my chest and stare at him. He had an arm raised and reached out to me. It dawns on me he said something but it was too quick for me to catch.

I release a breath, "pardon?"

Sandor lowers his hand, rolls his shoulders back, and clears his throat, "I... I asked how you're doing."

It takes me a few moments to realize the meaning of his words. I shift and my spot and rub my chest. I feel my neck burn when he further clarifies his question.

"Yesterday, when we... bedded, I didn't hurt you, did I?"

I draw out a deep breath and smile softly, "you were... gentle with your touches."

Sandor is unsatisfied.

I aimlessly look around, "and, anyway, I am not as fragile as you think."

He purses his lips and tilts his head. He takes a moment before speaking, and when he does, he does so hesitantly, "I was afraid I made my pretty wife weep again."

I instinctively let out a laugh, but it was clearly unamused and pained. I feel like I was being scorched alive when I look at him looking at me. I shake my hands, suddenly in denial, "no, I was quite satisfied!"

Sandor's eyes widen a fraction.

Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. What am I saying?

He blinks twice and wipes his mouth. Finally his crumbs fall off. He mutters, "that's... good."

I release my final chuckle. He turns to his desk, fixes some things, then looks back to me. He looks like he means to smile but he doesn't, "I'm glad."

He slowly sits down afterwards.

I feel like I'm being weighed down by anchor.

That was it. That was the conversation.

Sandor is no longer looking at me. He shuffles the paper into a file and I slowly begin to feel the air around us thicken.

He sets the parchment down and darts his eyes to me. He purses his lips again and I catch the way his face twitches. He opens his mouth and slowly points to the door, "if that's all... I would not keep you."

I don't know why I laugh again, but I do. It's not even funny. I feel like being stabbed would have been better, more amusing at this point. I curtsy at him and shuffle backwards, "of course. I do not mean to keep you either."

Sandor feels sick. He clenches his fists and turns to his desk. He breathes in deeply, trying not to rile himself up any more than he already was. Gods knew he would use all his strength to keep this room locked.

I walk towards the door and turn the knob. I feel a wave of tears threatening to spill, and I slap my mouth when a squeak leaves me.

Sandor is immediately alerted. He looks up and pushes himself on the edge of the seat, "what?"

I turn to the ground and wipe my face. I take two seconds for myself then turn to him. I cover up with a chuckle, "I said... y-your beard."

Sandor immediately rubs his beard.

I chuckle louder, trying to convince myself that I actually found it funny, "you have crumbs on your beard."

Sandor looks at me like I grew another head.

I laugh enough that I actually start laughing at myself.

When I stop, the silence is loud.

Sandor clears his throat and cautiously asks, "you find that funny?"

My stomach drops when I see the red tinge of his ears. I walk up to his side and shake my head, "wait, no- I- I didn't mean it like that."

Sandor shakes his head and offers me a quick and small smile, "it's fine. I just wasn't expecting that from you," he looks back to his desk, "anyway, I'm used to it."

I feel like my entrails were being grinded.

A line forms in his brows, "I don't think I've ever heard you laugh before."

"I wasn't laughing at you!" I whimper under my breath. The air in my lungs begin to catch in my throat as I exhale, "I was just- I ju-"

Sandor turns to me, face slipping when he catches my teary eyes.

He stands and takes my shoulders.

I blink my tears away and smile in an attempt to calm myself. I am glad I do not shed a tear. I speak through a loud breath, "I'm just nervous when I'm around you!"

Sandor immediately releases me. He sighs through his nostrils, "scared, you mean."

I shake my head and take his shoulders, "nervous."

The Hound seizes up like there was a knife to his neck. I take a moment to look at him and pull back.

I cannot deny it hurt when he immediately steps away from me.

I really should have left at this point, but my mouth had a mind of its own. I furrow my brows and give him an earnest look, "I can trim your beard for you."

He steps back one last time, then looks at me as if I now had three heads.

I realize my mistake, "if-if you want me to. I'm not saying you should, I'm just offering to-"

"You want to do that for me?"

I turn to stone. I look around nervously, "mmm... o-only if you'd have it... ... my lord."

Sandor's face twitches. He sighs and slumps forward. He furrows his brows, "you'd be staring at my face the whole time."

I watch him as he rummages through his things.

My stomach rolls again and I step back, "ah... I see."

Sandor stops to look at me.

"If you do not feel comfortable, I will not..."

My words run dry when he pulls out shears. I watch him as he straightens up. He grips the tool in his hand, "it's you I'm worried about."

I look up at him, not knowing what to say.

"I don't mean to scare yo-"

"I'm not scared of you," I mutter.

Sandor stares at me. After a moment, he slowly takes my hand and hands me the shears, "maybe you should be."

My chest pounds at fleeting touch.

I cut his beard in the garden, as I didn't want to make a mess in his office.

He sits on the bench there.

The breeze blows at both our hair.

"You needn't touch me so gently, girl," he says, "it will take a lot of you to hurt me."

I do not change the manner in which I touch his cheek. I can feel Sandor looking at me, but I do not avert my attention away from his beard, "just because you do not hurt easily doesn't mean I cannot be gentle with you, Hound."

The Hound reaches out to my thighs when my foot rolls on a rock. I barely even fidget, but, still, he holds me in place to keep me from a potential fall. He does not release me. I gulp when I feel his thumb rub my skirt.

"You can hurt me if you like," he says.

I pull back and furrow my brows, "would you like that?"

He grinds his lower lip in his teeth. He debates for a moment and I decide to snip his mustache. I shush him when he tries to speak. He purses his lips tightly.

A moment passes with just the sound of cutting.

"I wouldn't want to cut your lips off," I shift in front of him, still ever so aware of his touch of my thighs, "you still need them to kiss."

I pull away to check if his mustache was straight. I notice his expression, dumbfounded, and continue snipping. I sigh, "that was a jest."

I pull away and again and move to the other side. Sandor still keeps his hands on me. He looks at me as I gently move his head.

I add, "I'm quite funny actually."

He chuckles lowly.

It makes my heart flutter.

He smiles, "oh, I don't doubt it, little girl."

I flatten my lips into a line, unsure if he was serious or not. I trim the hair by his jaw.

"You must like kissing then."

I freeze in my spot. I stop what I was doing, then continue, "what do you mean?"

He pulls his hands away. I watch him link them together and rest them on his lap. He shrugs, "you thought of kissing."

"Do you like kissing?"

I place a hand on my hip. He turns to me and shrugs again, "s'fine."

I furrow my brows and mimic his shrug, "well, you've never kissed me, so I wouldn't really know, would I?"

"You've never kissed a man before?"

"No," I impatiently respond, "I've kissed you, but you did not kiss me back," I take a few last cuts off his beard, "on our wedding day, remember?"

I see Sandor's look of disbelief when I finish and brush him off. Specks of hair fly off with the wind.

"You never kissed a little lord in secret as a little girl?"

"Only a big lord," I make a face, "as according to you I still am a little girl."

He stands from where he sat and peers down at me.

I purse my lips and cross my arms. I shrug, "point taken."

His brown eyes glimmer with confusion. I find myself raising my brows. Just as he is about to speak-

"MILORD, MILADY!"

We turn to the three young men walking over to us. I recognize them as Sandor's training apprentices. They push each other as I turn and smile at them.

"Good morn', lady!" Harry says, bowing exaggeratedly at me, "your dress is very rambunctious."

I furrow my brows at his words and find myself chuckling, "uhhh, thank you?"

Sandor raises his brows and curls his lips.

Daniel slaps Harry behind the head, "YOU MUG, D'YA KNOW WHAT YOU SAID, EVEN?"

Harry hisses and shoves Daniel, "DON'T HIT ME!"

Daniel gets shoved again when he incidentally elbows Richard, "OI, WATCH IT!"

The boys begin to quarrel.

I step back before they can accidentally hit me, in turn, knocking my back into Sandor's.

"Enough!" the Hound barks, making the three brothers, or at least they acted like that, stop and turn to him.

My eyes widen at the sound of the Hound telling the boys off. I watch each of them tense as their Lord Clegane goes on a whole speech about biting off more than they can chew, and that, "if you lot want to act all tough around me, know I'll knock all three of your egg-heads with my hands tied."

I turn to the Hound, "Sandor."

He lets out a deep breath then eyes the three before him, "fuck off."

The boys immediately scram.

I bend over and grip my hips as I catch my breath. Lucy laughs at me as she beckons the puppies over with a stick. They come running over then she throws the stick for them to chase.

I huff, "these pups will be the death of me."

Lucy snorts, "and here I thought you wanted children."

I glare at her as the three small dark furred creatures begin to chase her around the garden as she runs. I call out in offence, "I do!"

Lucy runs over to me, "well, don't you know babes are far worse that this!"

She giggles when she grabs my shoulders and uses me as a shield for the dogs. Though I was still winded, I laugh with her as the puppies prance around me. I grab Lucy's arm and begin to wrangle with her, "at least my babes will learn to speak. These pups know no sense!"

Lucy pushes me forward, encouraging me, "no, no, go on, s'your time to run, milady!"

I whine, "I really can't, Lucy."

"Oh, come on, lovie, you used to be full of energy! You're actin' as old as maester Yannick."

I hold back a laugh and shoot Lucy a look.

She shoots one back, "what? Did I lie?"

"Girls."

Lucy and I stop and turn to whom spoke. Sandor looks at us the way he always did, scrutinizing and serious.

I straighten up and nod in regard, "my lord."

Sandor sighs and looks away with annoyance. Wind blows his hair, adding effect to his expression. He looks down when the puppies begin to run towards him. They stand on their hind legs, pant, and bark. I swear I saw his exterior break into fondness.

But then he looks at me and it's all gone, "this came for you." He holds out a letter to me between his fingers, "I don't recognize the house sigil."

I walk up to him, smoothening my skirt out, then take the letter. I look at the wax seal for only a second then open the letter.

Sandor watches me raise my brows. He chuckles.

Lucy watches Sandor smile softly before purposefully frowning.

I look up at my husband, "it's from house Alistair."

Sandor's face scrunches up, "never heard of it."

I huff and delay my response to stop the puppies from chewing at the Hound's trousers. Sandor watches as I do this and gently shakes the puppies away. He takes my arm, preventing me from bending down, "I don't mind. They're just pups."

I give him a look, "if I don't stop them now when they're tiny, nothing will stop them when they're big."

Sandor watches as I sternly tell off the puppies and shoo them away. He chuckles at it, but then freezes when Lucy chuckles as well. The two make eye contact. Sandor doesn't have time to react.

"Cedric."

He turns to me, face contorting, "what?"

The puppies run off and Lucy runs along with them. I continue to explain, "Cedric is from House Alistair. You know, the lord that gave us a place to stay. You called him pretty bo-"

"I remember the fucker," he snaps.

I tense.

The Hound's nostrils flare, "what does he want?"

Suddenly, the letter in my hand feels heavy. I shrug, "he's invited us to his nameday celebration."

Sandor scoffs, "you mean he's invited you."

I release a frustrated huff when he begins to walk away. I follow after him and open the letter. I clear my throat and read aloud, "Fair greetings to Brown Wood, the home of House Clegane. May this letter find you in good spirits and health."

Sandor rolls his eyes as he walks back inside. He makes no haste, but I do, in order to keep up with him. I continue, "Seven days from now, I, Cedric Alistair, will be celebrating my--"

"I don't fucking care, little girl," he stops in his tracks and turns to me.

I nearly collide with him, but I gladly don't. I purse my lips and continue anyway, skipping to the part that holds my point, "if the Lord and Lady Clegane be so courteous in taking time out of their day to attend my feast, I would gladly-"

"Do you want to go, squirrel?"

I look up at him, blinking at the sight of his stern expression. I have to say, the omission of the word pretty for his petname made it feel... wrong. I clutch the letter by my belly, "he hosted us, me, Lucy... Daisy, even you, when we had nowhere to go. I think it only proper to attend his nameday to show appreciation and respect."

Sandor's eye twitches. He looks away and sighs.

I chew my lower lip, "he was kind to us, Sandor. I only mean to-"

"Fine," he cuts me off, "but if he touches you," he walks off, "I'm going to kill him."

His statement make my stomach churn. I cannot for the life of me understand what the intent of his words are. I chase after him again, "what if he asks me to dance with him?"

Sandor chuckles dryly, "a fine reason to chop him up."

He stops when I grab his arm. He looks at my hand on his bicep then gives me a look as I say, "you cannot kill him."

Sandor places his hand atop mine, "then don't fucking dance with him."

He squeezes my hand but it is not rough at all. It's gentle and extremely warm. He doesn't even try to pry my grip off, in fact, it's like he was tightening it on hm. My lips part and my body begins to burn.

I then realize when he was close enough for me to feel his breathing that he had been leaning in. I catch the way his eyes dart down to my mouth. I find myself slowly pressing my lips together.

I close my eyes when Sandor comes close to my cheek. I swear I felt my heart leap into my mouth when he pressed his face against mine.

He draws in a deep breath then sighs, "have you ever seen a hound share?"

The silence between us is deafening.

"Hmm?" he hums.

I open my mouth but nothing but mindless sounds leave me.

"I don't even think your pups do that."

My breath catches in my throat when he I feel his beard and his lips press gently against the crook of my neck.

Then the next moment, he releases me and pulls away like nothing happened.

We stare at each other for the longest second of my life. I feel like I'm on fire. What's worse is that I don't think he realizes just how affected I am, or actually... maybe it was good he couldn't tell I was dying inside.

"Still," he nods, "a dog is a dog and I will do as my master commands."

I feel light headed when he walks away.

I clutch my belly and walk to the nearest surface for support. I rub my neck, wondering if that really just happened.

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The door slamming against the wall is the first thing to gain your attention as you look up from the screen of your phone and towards the source of the noise. You see the silhouette of your best friend, Alessia Russo. The first thing you notice about her is her expression, the one that only came out when she had a ‘brilliant’ idea. Made up of a slight smirk and conspiring eyes it is your first reason to worry, the other one is the speed at which she crosses the room in your direction.

If you have learnt something during all the years you have known Alessia for then it is her clumsiness. Her speed is a sure factor to the fall she experiences halfway on her journey across the room. She stands up just as fast as she fell down, effectively not losing much time at all.

You manage to pull your body into a sitting position by the time Alessia reaches you and she hastily throws her body down on the bed right next to you. Feeling the weight of her head resting on your shoulder you turn your body towards her. She clearly doesn’t anticipate your movement showing as her body falls down against yours, making her practically sit in your lap by the time she has stopped moving. She looks up at you with puppy dog eyes, those were dangerous as they could get her anything and everything she wanted.

A sigh leaves your lips almost instantaneously and you look down right into her eyes. Your eyes hold a pleading look as you practically beg her to not bring you into whatever was about to proceed. She doesn’t seem to hear your silent pleads and if she does, she seems to ignore them.

“There’s something I need to show you, but before that I’d like for you to agree to something I want you to do after. I promise it’s nothing bad or morally wrong.”

Her breath fans across your face and after another sigh has left your lips you reluctantly agree to her conditions. Pulling her phone up to your line of sight you come across a video with a familiar sound attached to it. The voice of the soft singing artist reaches your ears and as the video comes to an end you look back at Alessia, scepticism painted over your every feature. But alas you are a man of your word and you did agree to do whatever she wanted of you.

Time later

The color from the expensive lipstick stains her lips red as she drags it across her soft, plump lips. You wait in anticipation as she decides where to press her lips next. This process has been replicated countless times over the last few minutes, lipstick leaving deep red stains all over your face and neck. She looks you in the eyes as if asking for permission, what to you don’t know at least until you catch her glancing down towards your lips. Kissing Alessia is something that you have wanted to do since that warm spring morning, just after you had turned 14.

You’re incredibly close in proximity to her as she sits perched upon your lap, meaning she was already close to you before she even started to lean in. She slowly starts to advance her face closer to yours, but gets cut off as you lean up and press your lips to hers. It was everything you’ve ever dreamed and hoped of packed into one simple kiss, it starts off slow and full of emotion wanting to let all the feelings you have into the sensual gesture. It was as if you had put every square inch of the universe into one singular kiss, one that you were fortunate enough to be part of.

Only once you’ve pulled away do you realize that your hands are gripping at her waist tightly, likely to ground yourself as well as providing Alessia with the safety of not falling off your lap. Your hands let up their tight grip as you move to remove your hands from her waist. You ultimately fail as her hands keep yours in place, apparently not wanting you to let go of her.

“Stay. It’s nice, I like it.” Her voice is expressed in a quiet whisper, but you could still hear every emotion in the simple short sentence. So your hands remain on her waist for a moment longer before letting go for her to be able to grab her phone. She picks up the phone and once again enters the app on which you would record and then later post the video on. Alessia looks after the sound that she wants for the video as soft tunes of different songs and other sounds float out of the speaker of her phone. Finally finding the sound she takes the lipstick from your hand as she uncaps it, ready to apply it once she has started recording.

You position yourself in a way that would shield you from the camera at first, but then show you once Alessia turned the camera towards you.

“Stay with me…” Alessia starts to apply her lipstick once again, although this time she ‘accidentally’ swipes it off her lips leaving a track of red right below her lips. You reach your large hand up towards her face, palm up and you start to wipe the lipstick of her fair skin as the song progresses. “... I don’t want you to leave” Alessia slowly pans the camera towards you where you sit, your face covered with lipstick marks and eyes full of love. The only way to describe the way you look at her is like she hangs the moon and the stars, the love you hold for the girl beside you is indescribable and you just feel as if your heart is going to burst every time you are fortunate enough to lay your gaze on her.

Playing the video back Alessia determines that it is good enough to post, but as she goes to type out a caption for the tiktok you reach out and pluck the phone from her grip.

“Wha- Hey, why’d you do that?” Her tone of voice is one you expected, a cross between surprised and a bit offended. “Relax Blondie, you got to choose the video, I get to choose the caption.” She seems to relax at your words as the furrow of her brow quickly dissolves. You quickly type out the short caption and post the video before Alessia could see it. You close the phone and hand it back to her smiling as she unlocks it full of curiosity at what you had written out. As soon as you see the horrified look which sits atop Alessia's face you burst out laughing as she blushes and starts to speak again.

“Really? Out of all the captions you could have chosen, THAT is what you landed on? Nom x. You are unbelievable.” She speaks through a chuckle so you understand that she wasn’t annoyed, but instead rather amused. You had seen a video a couple days before which held her old facebook posts, one of which a 12 year old Alessia Russo had described Hollister workers as being ‘nom’.

Her phone begins to ping with countless different notifications, though most of them are from tiktok. She subtly turns do not disturb to be able to focus entirely on you and your actions. She is aware of your heavy gaze sitting upon her as she glances towards you sitting there in the same position as before, a silly smile situated on your lipstick marked face.

“Soo-” Before you could form another word a pair of lips cover yours once again and you can’t help but smile, smile for what felt like the first time in your life where you actually felt true, unbridled joy. You smile for the inner 14 year old you who would be screaming if she saw you right now, kissing the same person you both have loved since what felt like forever. Alessia’s long blond hair forms a curtain around the two of you as she has made her way back into your lap. When you part your gaze remains on her even as she puts her head on your chest, closing her eyes at the obvious happiness radiating from you.

“Hey Less, I’ve wanted to do that since I was 14 years old. I remember sitting with you under that big oak tree after training, and I can still remember how exhausted I was but I couldn't ever say no to you. Man, we had to walk through an entire field just to get to that damn tree but it was all worth it in the end when I got to see that smile. I borrowed my brother's pocket knife even though I knew he would be furious when he found out, to carve our initials into the tree with an outline of a heart around them.” You paused as Alessia looked up at you while laying on her stomach, hand under her chin and placed flat on your chest.

“You looked up at me with your big doe eyes and I just remember how something changed inside me that day. I started to feel more nervous around you and my heart started beating the way it does on the pitch whenever I saw you even if we weren’t playing. After a couple of weeks I told my mum about how my hands felt clammy and how my heart was racing when I was around you, how everytime you smiled it made my day infinitely better and how I never felt happy when I was without you. Mum sat me down and explained how she and my father felt about each other when they were younger, and that was when I realized that I was completely in love with you. I was terrified, and I never thought that I would ever have the chance to love you the way I wanted to but I guess I was wrong.”

Alessia lets out a quiet chuckle as she agrees and you tilt your head down to be able to meet her lips, something you were sure you would never get tired of.

“Lessi, would you maybe like to go on a date? With me. Tomorrow.” You resembled Gru in Despicable Me 2 when you asked her out nervously, but it made it all more endearing to Alessia. She quickly agreed and you knew that she could feel how your heart skipped a beat at her acceptance. “Okay then, it's settled. We’ll go on a date tomorrow.”

You stay quiet as you feel Alessia’s breathing even out against your neck moments later and you realize that she has fallen asleep. You carefully bring your own phone up to your face as you type out a quick text to your mother about the date you acquired before tapping on the tiktok icon. The first video that pops up on your ‘for you’ page was the one you had made earlier and you decide to enter the comment section, laughing softly at the top comment.

@user10936563: Nah lessi definitely got pulled into doing this by Y/n💀

@woso-fan76: sleeping on the highway tonight, whos joining me?

@lessiandy/n: MY SHIP HAS SAILED OMG I AM SO HAPPY

@ilovewomensfootball: did anyone else see the lipstick on y/n’s lips, and the smudged lipstick even before lessi smudged it purposefully? this cant be platonic, it’s smelling strongly of fruit

You chuckle and reply to the top comment by saying that it was in fact the other way around, and that you had agreed before you knew what she wanted to do. When you’re done you put both yours and Alessia’s phone on the nightstand beside you before pressing a kiss to the crown of Alessia’s head, letting out a soft chuckle as you see the red from your lips staining her beautiful blonde hair. Closing your eyes, you let yourself go to sleep a happier person than ever before knowing you have a date with the love of your life the next day.

So yeah, this has been a stray idea I've had since it came up on my for you so I decided to write it! Hope you liked it! Now I have to go back to doing research for a paper in lung fibrosis :)

#alessia russo imagine #alessia russo #alessia russo x reader #woso x reader #woso imagines #my work

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lovdlydaz · 4 months

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𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴.

switch!mingi x switch!san x black!afab!reader

your boys are so dumb and in love sometimes, not knowing what or how to act around you or in public. you adore them though, but their affection can be too much for you sometimes.

warnings: fluff to smut, himbo energy, p in v, unprotected sex, praise, slight choking, slight pain kink, spanking if you squint, everyone is switches, oral (m and f receiving), js some himbo sex enjoy

a/n: i absolutely adore the idea of lovesick himbos mingi and san, they’re literally the definition of himbo energy. also ive been brainrotting on them since they’re my biases so yeah—anyways, enjoy lovelies! i just need to get this off my chest before i continue the txt series.

you loved your boys to the ends of the earth, you would do anything for them. they gave you so much energy, so much life, and they knew exactly how to make you happy whenever you were sad or stressed out about work or school. they would always give you hugs and cuddles, share their food with you and make up fun little games that you all could play in order to make you smile. they knew everything about you, and that’s what you loved about them.

so, you came home yet again feeling extremely stressed due to the amount of work your boss had put on you to do before the end of your shift. you were tired and just ready to go to bed, but your boys were on the couch playing video games and trying to kill their opponent. once they saw you slug through the door they paused the game, san coming up to you and wrapping his arms around you. “what’s wrong babe? another tough day?” he asked, to which you nodded. mingi got up and hugged you from behind, leaning his head down and smelling the nape of your neck.

your perfume you wore always never seemed to fade away, even as the day went on. you almost never reapplied it either, which mingi could smell but you still smelled like heaven. he looked up at san and gave him a look, which the man nodded. they both then pulled away from you and you were about to fall asleep from their body heat, but you stopped yourself and stayed upright to see what they had planned. you could only see through blurry eyes that they were going into your shared bedroom, closing your eyes for a little until you heard loud screaming—there they were.

they both had on princess tiaras and earrings, some pretty makeup and plump lips. you wondered how they did that so fast; but you didn’t question it. however, what you did notice was how they also had gotten into your wardrobe and got dressed that you normally didn’t wear, squeezing into them and giggling. once you realized how far they really went to make you smile your face beamed, giggling softly and looking up at the both of them. “you guys! you both look so funny—how did you even manage to fit in these?” you walked up to them and started to touch all over their dresses, smiling the entire time.

“well, apparently san knew how to put on a dress, and i just thought of it the same as wearing a long shirt—i was so wrong,” mingi exhaled, smiling once he felt your tiny hands on his body. “i only know how to put on a dress because of a concert we had that one time and i had to wear something like a dress—remember that mingi?” he asked, mingi nodding and grinning. “yeah! you looked so cool man. i wish i got to wear the cool stuff during our concerts…” he pouted, making you turn to him. “mingi, you’re one of the only people who GET to wear the cool outfits. you can’t complain,” he told him, making mingi frown but giggle after. “yeah… i guess you’re right y/n. but… do you feel better now?” he asked, both of your puppy-eyed boyfriends staring straight at you to see what you would say.

you just cheesed and laughed, nodding your head as you got out your phone. “yes, yes i do! now smileee!” you singsonged, the two men posing as you took pictures of them. once you were done you pocketed your phone, hugging them both and they wrapped your arms around you smaller form. you pulled away after a minute and looked up at the both of them, their smiles never wavering with your own.

now you three were in bed, cuddled up together and watching a movie on the big TV san had bought for your birthday. it was one of your favorite movies and, while the boys didn’t necessarily understand it, they never said anything because it always made you smile. you were the light of their lives, seeing you was the one thing that motivated them to get up in the morning. they felt like your relationship would last until the day they die. nobody could really ever break the three of you apart.

you say between the two men, basically using them as a sort of blanket even though you had one on all of you. you watched the movie with gleaming eyes, and san happened to notice that your hands were staying on your body instead of wondering like they normally would. so, he grabbed your hand and placed it in his lap, holding it but never taking his eyes off the movie. of course mingi didn’t notice this, but he wrapped his arms around you to keep you even warmer. your cuddle sessions were the best in your opinion, and you could never ever not be satisfied by the end of it.

however, there was a certain scene during the movie that always had you blushing, when the love interest and protagonist were doing some unholy things. now the hand that was on san’s lap tried to move away, but the bigger man kept it there. he knew how flustered you got with this scene, even though you watched this movie about a hundred times, this part always made you flustered. mingi knew as well, and he used it to put his hand on your thigh, running it slowly up your pajama shorts near your womanhood. you gulped, catching san’s attention.

“what’s wrong pretty girl? movie too much for you?” he purred, getting close to your ear and kissing right underneath it, near your jawline. you shivered and started to feel yourself getting aroused, whimpering softly as the men continued on. you understood why watching movies like this was a bad idea with them around, they were men in their mid twenties whose libidos were through the roof. especially with you. their dicks and muscles talked more than their brain half the time, but you enjoyed that more than you would like to admit.

now here you were, spread on the bed while san was nose deep in your pussy. mingi sat behind you, fondling your breasts and pressing his plump lips against your darker skin. “fuck baby, lookin’ so good for both of us aren’t you?” he mumbled against your skin, causing you to let out a desperate whimper as san continued with his tongue. “tastes just like chocolate too, so delicious and sweet,” the smaller man panted, going back to indulge himself in your taste. both their cocks were rock hard and throbbing against their boxers, mingi not really being secretive that you were turning him on.

he rolled his hips against your back, moving a hand away from your breasts to grab your braids, pulling them back and forcing your head back. you gasped before his lips pressed against your own, drool escaping from the disgustingly desperate kiss. you could feel your orgasm coming the more san’s tiny yet skilled tongue moved against your labia and your clit. he was eating you so good, tasting your sweetness on his tongue and making him go insane. he was so easy to get pussy drunk, you did that to him. both of your boys were so easily under the influence, your pussy had a spell on them that they couldn’t get enough of.

you pulled away from the kiss and just laid your head against mingi’s shoulder, moaning the closer you got to orgasm. “f—fuck— sannie, min— fuck!” you cried out the last part, legs shaking as your orgasm flowed all over san’s tongue. he slurped up every single bit of your juices, mingi massaging your breast and holding your neck. “good girl, that’s our good girl. now give us some more for the night yeah? can you do that baby?” he cooed, you still in the aftershocks of your orgasm but drunkly nodding. “mhm, can give y’all some more,” you breathed out, making mingi smirk.

meanwhile, when san finished he stood up from the bed, a wet spot on his boxers as he panted from the pure desire beaming within him. he looked up at you and mingi, climbing onto the bed and pressing his thinner lips against yours. you kissed back, your plump lips smearing the lipstick and lip gloss all over his lips. mingi’s hand was still around your neck, leaning down to press more kisses against your jawline and neck. you loved this attention, and they knew that. so, they stopped kissing you and moved you onto san’s lap, right against his boner that was begging to come out of their clothed confines.

san looked down at your smaller form, your braids falling over your shoulders and your lipgloss smeared all over your lips. your big e/c eyes gave him that look that made him lose his mind, so best believe he was going to give it to you good. he lifted you up softly to pull down his boxers, kicking them to the ground and sitting you back on his lap. your ass was grinding right up against his leaking hard on, making him suck in a breath and look back at mingi. the blonde haired man had his cock in his hand, stroking softly as he stared at the both of you. “go on, let her sit on it.” he commanded the black haired man, making him nod his head and grip your hips with enough tightness to have them bruise in the morning.

you looked back at san, since your back was against his chest. “please sannie, use me,” you begged oh so sweetly, you were too much for them both. that was all the black haired man needed to hear before he shoved you all the way his thick cock, hearing your sweet voice cry out with pleasure and shock. he let out a breathy moan at the feeling of your tightness around him so suddenly. you smirked down at him, grabbing his chin softly and rubbing his lip with your thumb. “you feel s’good around me sannie… such a big boy fuckin’ me,” you groaned out, making his cock twitch up inside you.

mingi watched you two with hungry eyes, he wanted in on the action but watching you start to grind your hips down on san and seeing his eyes roll back with pleasure had his attention more than his cock did, you were so sexy. your lashes fluttering with each movement, big plump lips glossy and covered with everyone’s spit as sweet moans escaped your throat. the sweet sound of your moans made the two men go absolutely insane, san’s cock was twitching madly inside of you because of how sweet you were.

mingi got an idea. he crawled over to the both of you, stopping your hips with a hard grip of your hips, tapping san’s shoulder and making him turn his head. he then whispered something in his ear, making san nod his dazed head and lay down. mingi grabbed your face and opened your mouth, spitting into it and making you swallow. you looked so dazed and you loved the messiness, it was so hot how a switch would flip inside them every time you three had sex.

the blonde was hovering over san’s face, his shaved hole right over the man’s mouth. the tallest had made sure to wash himself good too, since he didn’t want his friend and lover to taste something disgusting inside him. san’s little black eyes were hazed and filled with desire, his hands reaching up to grab mingi’s hips. he then forcefully pulled the man down to his face, basically suffocating himself with mingi’s ass. the blonde gasped and moaned softly, while his hands still holding your face guided it down to where his cock was. “fuck— suck it baby, know you can,” he grunted, you not needing to be twice before your whole mouth wrapped around his tip, your hand grabbing the parts that weren’t inside your mouth.

mingi’s eyes rolled back with pleasure, the overwhelming sensation of his boyfriend eating him out while his girlfriend sucked his dick made him lose his mind, and he loved it. san was enjoying this as well, because he was getting harder inside you and you weren’t even moving. you were getting wetter around him from hearing them both groan and whimper because of how good the sex was, you needed another orgasm.

you were on your knees and san’s hips were completely on the bed, not moving until he noticed how much your hole clenched and unclenched around him. he decided to start moving his hips, thrusting up into you and forcing your head to fly back in a frenzy. you moaned so loudly, mingi whining from the loss of contact and eyes begging you to continue. you of course didn’t see them so he grabbed your face and pushed you back onto his cock, moaning because of how good your wet mouth felt. your braids were all over the place now, sticking to your skin as sweat glistened over your chocolate body.

mingi’s eyes couldn’t believe himself, the two hottest people in the world were eating him out and sucking his dick. from watching you and san break underneath him he came in just a few minutes, filling your mouth up with his hot and tasty seed. you swallowed all you could, trying to get every last drop to savor the flavor. he rolled his eyes back and laid his head back, hands accidentally landing on san’s shoulders and pressing his whole weight onto them. san softly smacked mingi’s ass to tell him to let up, but all that elicited out of him was a moan. so, san did it again, this time harder, and the man got the message.

he let up on san, moving his ass up from his face and letting the man breathe. the black haired man’s face was covered in saliva, but he looked pleased with himself. he was still so close to orgasm, he needed something more to help him get there though. your pussy was more than enough but, he just needed more. so, mingi leaned down and kissed those thin yet cherry red lips of his, and that made him cum. you were riding him the whole time, moaning as he filled you up.

you came soon after, clamping around his sensitive cock and moaning alongside him. after a minute or so you got off of his cock, mingi staring at your creamy brown pussy ooze of you mixed contents. “c’mere honey, lemme eat you,” he panted, grabbing you softly and pulling you towards him. he laid down and sat you on his face, you rolling your eyes back as he devoured you. san was back up and kissing your lips, you whimpering into his mouth as mingi cleaned you up. after a good few minutes you came into his mouth, him cleaning up that substance as well.

after another minute or so you tapped his thigh, moving your hips away to signal your overstimulation. he let you do so, since he knew that you had work in the morning and he didn’t want you to be too late. however, he smack your ass a few times before letting you come up, you gasping at the smacks and rolling your eyes back.

san watched and bit his lip, his cock twitching but not coming back to life. mingi’s surprisingly hadn’t come back to life either, but that was because it took all his power not to get hard. you looked up at the both of them, your lashes almost falling off your face due to the sweat making the adhesive wear away, you were panting and shaking because of how good you had just felt.

your boys laid down with you, smiling and giggling because of how sweet you looked. you were so fucked out, and they knew how good they made you feel. they hugged you as you slowly drifted off, not before mumbling a sweet “good night”, to which they responded with in-unison “good night babe!” before you were out like a light. the other two stayed up to watch you, giggling and laughing while they watched you sleep. however, they did go to sleep after a few hours, and you all looked so peaceful together.

you loved your himbo boys, and they loved you. they may be air headed and think with their muscles half the time, but they knew exactly how to make you feel better and how to fuck you good. they were your world, and you were theirs. it was mutually a really great relationship.

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suddenlybambi · 1 year

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as long as you stay here [1] ♥ kyle broflovski

pairing : kyle broflovski x reader

college AU - 18+

tags : strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst, alcohol, afab reader, she/her pronouns, eventual smut

words : 1.9k

chapter 1

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a/n - okie dokie this is gonna be a longer one friends! i plan on updating twice a week (hopefully)

this chapter is kinda just the introduction so i'll probably post chapter 2 soon 🥰

let me know if you want to be on the taglist 💕🦜

Y/N and Bebe had been struggling to make rent after Wendy moved in with her boyfriend, Stan. It wasn’t that they weren’t friends and didn’t want to live together anymore; it was more the issue that Wendy and Stan didn’t get any privacy in the apartment. Plus, Y/N and Bebe were fed up with having to wait to use the only bathroom because the couple were in the shower together. Meanwhile, Stan’s roommate was apparently the sort of guy who just studied in his room all day, so they had plenty of privacy there.

That was when Bebe suggested that her boyfriend move in with them. According to her, they had broken up in high school but remained friends and had just resumed their relationship a month prior.

A lot of South Park students ended up in Denver for college and got apartments together. Wendy and Bebe needed a third roommate, and Y/N needed a place to live as she was the only one from her hometown to attend that college, so she didn’t know anyone. Things just worked out, and they moved in together, a friendship forming easily between the three.

Bebe’s boyfriend had supposedly missed the deadlines when it came to getting an apartment with roommates, so he was stuck with two guys he didn’t know or like. He jumped at the chance to move in with Bebe and Y/N when Wendy left.

Y/N hadn’t met him before but trusted Bebe’s judgement. At least, that was until she heard Bebe loudly moaning his name on the first night, and she realised that she did, in fact, know exactly who he was.

“Just because you think he’s-” Bebe started to protest to Y/N, but she was cut off.

“That’s where you’re wrong!” Y/N pointed at her as though she were catching her out in a lie. “I don’t think in general!”

“Can’t you just be happy for me?” Bebe pleaded, holding her hands up to cup each side of Y/N’s face, squishing her cheeks together a little. Y/N pulled Bebe’s hands away and held them.

“Babe, I’m your biggest supporter. I would be happy for you if you were dating a literal toad. But Clyde?” Y/N knew Clyde. She sat behind him in English Literature and constantly got distracted by the games that Clyde would play on his laptop instead of listening to the lecture. Particularly when the games were anime-girl dating simulators which featured a lot of boob action. She was guilty of playing them herself, that wasn’t the problem, but she didn’t play them in the middle of a lecture. It was hard to listen to her professor talk about how the mountains in Frankenstein portrayed Victor’s emotional state when the limits of jiggle physics in games were being tested right in front of her. “I mean, really, of all people, it had to be Clyde? Clyde?”

“What?” Clyde appeared in the doorway to Bebe’s bedroom, or rather, what was now their shared bedroom. Instantly, Y/N covered her eyes.

“Goddamn it! Put some clothes on!” She yelled, having seen far more of her classmate than she ever wanted to.

“Oh shit!” Clyde looked down at his completely bare form and darted back into the room. Y/N only knew the coast was clear to lower her hand when she heard the door slam shut.

“Don’t give me that look!” Bebe sighed.

“My eyes are singed! I can’t give you any sort of look right now.”

“Give him a week?” Bebe asked, putting on her best puppy dog pleading expression. “Please? For me?”

“You’re so lucky you’re the hottest person I’ve ever met, and I would let you step on me repeatedly if that’s what you requested.” Y/N sighed, giving in instantly.

“Flirt with me all you want; it won’t make me dump him,” Bebe rolled her eyes playfully.

“One day, it’ll work!” Y/N shrugged. She had a habit of flirting with her friends for fun. It didn’t really mean anything. It was just a playful little joke. If someone wasn't comfortable with it, she would instantly stop, but it was so much fun when they played back.

“I gotta admit, you’ve come close before.” Bebe teased, throwing her a little wink.

“Come close to what?” Clyde emerged from their room again, now, fortunately, with some pants on. He was still shirtless, but he had attended lectures shirtless on multiple occasions despite being told he would be kicked out if it continued, so this was nothing new to her.

“Your girlfriend was just admitting that I’ve come close to seducing her,” Y/N proudly stated. “So if you don’t treat her right, I will.”

“She means that,” Bebe added with a nod.

“Wait-” Cogs started turning in Clyde’s brain. “Are you the one that almost split Stan and Wendy up when he wasn’t treating her right?” Y/N nodded, though the whole situation had been blown a little out of proportion when the information was passed around like a bad game of telephone.

Y/N hadn’t intentionally tried to break them up. She hadn’t even really flirted with Wendy in that way. Stan kept on bailing on dates, but Wendy would always forgive him. Y/N simply took her on a date when Stan bailed and showed Wendy how she deserved to be treated. She took her out for a nice meal, they went on a walk, they went to the theatre, and Y/N walked Wendy to her door at the end, which, since they lived in the same apartment at the time, was right across the hall from hers. She even gave her a little kiss on the cheek as they parted ways.

It succeeded in giving the couple the wake-up call they needed to get their relationship back on track. Stan needed to show his girlfriend that he actually loved her and treat her better, and Wendy had to be reminded that she was deserving of love and better treatment.

“They call me the homewrecker,” Y/N shrugged, deciding it was best not to elaborate on the whole situation with Wendy and Stan to Clyde so she could use the same technique if he dared to treat Bebe poorly. “And not just because I’m terrible at DIY.”

“Oh! That reminds me!” Bebe pointed over to their small kitchen unit. The living room and kitchen were smooshed together, and both looked pretty pathetic, but it was livable. “Don’t touch anything under the kitchen sink. It is duct-taped together and holding on for dear life because someone is too stubborn to admit she can’t fix it.”

“Oh, no, I freely admit I can’t fix it!” Y/N held her hands up in surrender. “I just refuse to pay that asshole plumber to fix it.”

“After what you did to him, I don’t think he could be paid any amount of money to come anywhere near our building to fix it,” Bebe mumbled. “And he was the only one we could afford.”

“Look, it’s not leaking currently, so the duct tape is working. Just… don’t breathe on it,” Y/N instructed Clyde. “Or look in its general direction or even think about it because it really is as fragile as my ego.”

“This is the most I’ve heard you talk,” Clyde suddenly pointed out. “You’re so quiet in class.”

“HA!” Bebe let out a loud snort of laughter, pointing at Y/N. “This one? Quiet?”

“When there is no one worth talking to, I don’t see the need to waste my breath,” Y/N explained.

“I’m in that class?” Clyde seemed confused and a little hurt.

“My point exactly,” She mumbled, looking down at the ground.

“You’re talking to me now,” He pointed out, now seeming smug. In response, Y/N turned around and wordlessly walked past him to get to her room, closing the door behind her without so much as looking back at him.

“Give her time,” Bebe assured Clyde, placing a hand on his arm encouragingly as he watched the door close. “She’ll warm up to you.”

“Did it take her a while with you and Wendy?” Clyde asked, turning back to face his girlfriend.

“Noooo! We were instant BFFs! She started talking to us and hasn’t stopped since. I don’t think she slept for three days when we first met because she was so excited to make friends,” Bebe laughed but stopped when she saw that Clyde looked genuinely dejected over the fact that he hadn’t hit it off with his new flatmate. “Just… buy her a drink or something while we’re out, and you’ll be in her good books.”

“She’s coming out with us tonight?”

“Of course! She’s our friend!”

“I thought it would just be the South Park group?”

“If Kenny and Tolkien can bring their girlfriends, we can bring Y/N.”

“I’m not going,” Y/N suddenly spoke up from behind Clyde.

“What the fuck?!” Clyde spun around, clutching his chest as though he were having a heart attack. He hadn’t heard her open her door or walk back up to them. “How did you do that?”

“Sorry, I should have warned you about that,” Bebe winced as she watched her boyfriend try to catch his breath again. “You’ll get used to it.”

“Are you a vampire or something?” Clyde questioned Y/N. She could tell he was completely being serious. “You have to tell us if you are, right? Like undercover cops?”

“Yes, Clyde, obviously I am a vampire,” Y/N nodded, her voice oozing sarcasm. “I am an immortal being who decided that she wanted to spend her eternity going to college and living in an apartment where everything is broken. Now you know my secret I have to kill you.”

“She’s a dancer, so she’s light on her feet,” Bebe explained, ignoring Y/N. “You’ll never hear her coming.”

“Unlike your mom,” Y/N couldn’t stop herself from making the joke. It may have been childish and in poor taste, but she had to. Bebe ignored it, and Clyde didn’t understand, still caught up on everything else.

“A dancing vampire?” He asked. Y/N couldn’t help but snort in laughter at how serious Clyde looked.

“This is your man?” She questioned Bebe, pointing at Clyde.

“Yes!” Bebe groaned, feeling a little secondhand embarrassment from her boyfriend. “You are coming tonight.”

“So is your mo-” Y/N started to repeat the crappy joke, but Bebe’s glare silenced her. “I’m not going.”

“See! She doesn’t want to!” Clyde insisted. “She’s not going!”

“Wait, do you not want me to go?” Y/N asked Clyde, who hesitantly nodded in confirmation. “Oh! Well, in that case, I’m definitely going.” Clyde deflated at the realisation that she was going purely to annoy him.

“Yay! Come on, let's find you the perfect dress!” Bebe grabbed Y/N’s arm, dragging her to her bedroom.

“Wait, why are we going to your room?” Y/N questioned, trying to wiggle away. Bebe could be quite strong when she wanted to be, and her grip on her arm was like a vice. “I have my own dresses.”

“Not the right sort! This is a nightclub, not a barbecue at your grandparents’ house.”

“I’ve always felt my style was more ‘I’d rather be at the ren fair’ than family barbecue, but you’re the one studying fashion, so what do I know?”

“I say this with love… You know nothing.” Bebe shook her head in pity at Y/N. “Now let’s get you in a dress that shows off your cute ass.”

#kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski fic #south park fanfiction #south park fic #kyle broflovski x reader #south park x reader #as long as you stay here #alaysh #alaysh suddenlybambi

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alreadyjackbestfriend · 1 year

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Can I request an angst to fluff? Where the reader suspects Jack is cheating but he's really been planning something for her? (Or vice versa, where Jack thinks the reader is cheating)

Like they'll have an argument but it has a happy, fluffy ending.

reconciliation party

A/N: Hi! thank you for your request, I didn't think it would be that long, but i really hope you like it! For the other people who have also sent me requests, I want to let you know that I will write them as soon as possible too <;3

jack had been different the last few weeks, more suspicious, to put it in a way. A couple of times he had tried to show you something on his phone, like a photo that urban had sent him or a cute video of a puppy, but it wouldn't let you hold it, and would immediately swipe the notifications as soon as a message came in, so you couldn't see it.

The first time that happened, you felt a weight drop in your stomach; Jack had always trusted you and didn't care if you accidentally saw a message or any other thing. You immediately felt that something had changed.

Now, you were staring at the ceiling unable to sleep, since the night before you had discovered that Jack had changed his password; sometimes when he was very busy, he would ask you to answer an important message, or to see who was calling so insistently, or even to connect it to a speaker and put on background music; that's why you knew his password, and you also knew that in all this time, he never had it changed.

Your chest felt tight, and silent tears fell from your eyes, as you tried not to wake Jack, who was sleeping next to you. It wasn't something you wanted to think about, but it was inevitable, all these changes indicated that Jack was hiding something from you, and it couldn't be anything good.

It was already one o'clock in the morning, and just when you decided to just sleep, his screen lit up. You bit your lip, trying to resist the temptation; even if you couldn't see the message, you could see who sent it. Perhaps it could give you a clue, considering that someone was writing to him at this hour. You thought and thought, until a minute later two more messages arrived. You sighed, and slowly got up from the bed, walked over to his side, and knelt in front of the nightstand, trying to read the name.

Your stomach dropped; Jessica, you didn't know any Jessica, who was she? You tried to convince yourself that none of this meant anything, Jessica could be a new assistant... "a new assistant that he could be cheating on you with", your mind quickly answered you, as if it wanted to make fun of you. Overthinking was one of your worst flaws, and you could feel like your own thoughts were making you sick.

You went down to the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water, and you sat on the counter trying to let the liquid calm you down. Finally, you didn't trust your self-control, so you decided to fall asleep on the couch, sobbing all you wanted, without having to worry about waking Jack up.

In the morning, your luck was not on your side, you were usually the one who got up first, but apparently Jack had noticed your absence, and had gotten up to look for you.

"Hey, sleeping beauty," his soft voice said, nuzzling your shoulder. You woke up startled, making Jack more suspicious that you had decided to just sleep away from him, "why are you here?" you stared at him for a moment, confused, until reality hit you.

"I just fell asleep" you said in your morning voice, hoarser from crying the night before. Jack frowned.

"nervous about your first day?" Jack watched as your eyes widened at his question.

"Shit." you said quickly, running to the bathroom, “shit, shit, shit”, you locked the door, and Jack soon heard the shower running.

So, 1. you had decided to sleep on the couch, 2. your eyes were puffy, 3. you hadn't remembered that today was your first day at your new job, and 4. you had locked the door? Obviously, something was wrong.

***

And obviously, your first day didn't go as you expected, as your dream job had decided to come just as your boyfriend had decided to cheat on you.

You almost fell asleep at the first meeting in the morning, and you weren't able to come up with any good ideas; your boss's hopeful look turning into a disappointed one as the day wore on.

you got rid of your heels as soon as your feet crossed the door, sighing and letting yourself fall into the couch.

***

The following days left a bitter taste in your mouth, Jessica kept sending Jack messages in the middle of the night, as the days passed you could feel how the sound of the notifications generated an almost physical response in you, your body tensed, your breath was stuck halfway, and the hair on the back of your neck stood up.

But Jack slept next to you every night, so he probably saw her during the day. On Thursday you decided that you were going to find out whatever the truth was, you could no longer bear the uncertainty.

You dressed like you were going to work, got in your car, parked a couple of blocks away, and called your boss saying you were sick. You waited a couple of hours to make sure it was a safe time when Jack wouldn't be home, and you came back. You turned all the drawers, you checked all the clothes, the wallets, the little home-studio that Jack had in the basement, the office where he had paperwork... but nothing.

When Jack walked into the house, everything was a mess, and in the middle of it all, there was you, staring back at him with eyes bloodshot from crying and sleepless nights.

"what happened?" Jack asked you concerned, walking towards you and kneeling down to look at you.

"Who is Jessica?"

"What?"

"You're better at hiding things than I thought, although you missed changing her name, or maybe it's not even her real name, but who is she?"

Jack looked at you confused for a couple of seconds, until everything clicked in his head.

"Is that why you've been so weird these last few weeks?"

"what do you think?" you responded sarcastically, and jack smirked, letting out a sarcastic laugh as he got back to his feet. but his eyes reflected his disappointment.

"So you think I've been cheating on you" he said, like it was funny, but his humor was dry.

"what else am I supposed to think?" you answered, looking up at him, feeling small.

"mmmm I don't know" he said pretending to think, "maybe... oh, I know! that I was planning something for you because you got your dream job?" he yelled, angry. you looked at him in surprise, realization coming over you, slowly feeling like the dumbest woman in the world. “she's a party planner! i can't believe you, i’m so fucking mad right now”, he confessed.

“Jack, please…”

“I was trying to do something beautiful for you and the first thing you thought was that I was cheating on you!? how could i not be upset? one of the few things I ask of you is that you trust me and you can't even do that!”

“what?!” you squealed standing up, now offended, "what do you mean, "you can't even do that"? are you trying to say that I don't put anything in this relationship? so why the fuck are you with me then? Better go and have a relationship with yourself if I do not contribute anything in this!”

The two of you were silent for a moment, looking at each other, feeling a mix between anger and guilt.

“babe…” jack said, trying to calm down, guilt taking over him, "that's not what I meant"

"so what did you meant jack? because it sounded pretty clear to me"

"I'm mad, y/n, not to mention how sad I am too. I don't even know what I'm saying. Can we talk about this tomorrow, please?"

you could see the weariness in your boyfriend's eyes, probably not only from the fight, but also from all the preparations; preparations for your party, the one you just ruined.

"okay," you said, just loud enough so it wouldn't be mistaken for a whisper. jack nodded, walked up to you and kissed your forehead, before lumbering up the steps to reach the bedroom, leaving you alone in the living room.

***

The next day, you felt awful, you had decided to sleep in the guest room and Jack hadn't come looking for you, although you didn't blame him. You had no idea how you were going to fix things, but you decided to put together a little plan.

When Jack woke up, you were gone, his heart fell into his stomach and as angry as he was, he couldn't stay without knowing where you were, so he sent you a message. You were buying some things when your phone vibrated, and you smiled sadly when you saw his name.

"I'm fine baby, I just went out to buy some things, don't worry about me" you replied, not wanting to go into details.

when you got home, jack was gone, which you were thankful for. you started tidying up the whole house, and once tidy and clean, you filled it with party decorations, made one of his favorite foods, and had a kind of picnic in the living room. It was already 10pm when Jack came through the door, and he saw you sleeping on the couch with a party hat on your head and streamers used as a scarf. he laughed, feeling all the anger and sadness evaporate from his body.

He sat next to your body, and you woke up slowly.

"I'm so sorry" was the first thing you said once you were wide awake, feeling your eyes fill with tears.

"it's ok baby, i forgive you"

"I shouldn't have mistrusted you"

"well, no, but we can't change the past, I just hope that from now on you trust me, y/n" he replied, looking into your eyes

"I will, I promise, I'm sorry. It's just... I've already been through that."

"I know, and that's why I would never do it to you, y/n, I hope you always remember it" you nodded, and Jack smiled.

"what?" you said, feeling shy.

"You look so cute in that party hat," he said, chuckling softly, red forming on your cheeks. you gently tapped his arm.

"don't make fun of it, it's my way of asking for forgiveness"

"I know, and I love it, but you know what I love the most?"

"hmm?"

"The lasagna I know you have in the oven, because I can smell it up from here" he said, and you laughed.

"Come on, gluttonous boy, that lasagna is waiting for you" you said, giving him a peck.

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you've walked a hundred times before - ch.2

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“PUPPIES!” Raya shrieked approximately two seconds after Mar came into her line of sight. Mar winced at the sheer pitch and volume Raya achieved, but otherwise did not react. Raya approached at a speed Mar found quite impressive before she halted a foot from Mar and their dogs, clenching and unclenching her fists with big, sparkling eyes. She had apparently noticed the ‘service dog’ vests they were wearing and had barely contained herself.

“They aren’t on duty yet,” Mar said, gesturing to the dogs. “Knock yourself out.”

“Oh thank god,” Raya rushed out in a single breath before throwing herself to the floor to be smothered by two very large dogs.

Mar left her to it, going to drop off their bag at their desk before rejoining Raya.

“What are their names?”

“The Doberman is Ginny and the Rottweiler is Shelley.”

“I didn’t know you had service dogs,” Raya said as Ginny shoved her face into Raya’s chest. “You never said anything.”

“The paperwork was a bit complicated and confusing here, so I had to wait a little while for it to get processed before I could officially bring them in to work. I’ve had both of them for about a year and a half now, but you know I don’t talk about a lot of things. It also slipped my mind I hadn’t told you - between school and boards and all. They trained together and I didn’t have the heart to separate them.”

“I’m glad you didn’t, so I could experience this moment,” Raya said, sounding far too melodramatic.

“Well, my first patient is coming in five minutes, so your moment can last for two more minutes.”

“You’re seeing the Desmond’s kiddo, right?” Raya asked as Shelley flopped to the ground and dropped her head in Mar’s lap.

“Yeah,” Mar said with a sigh. “Which is why I’m glad the paperwork got processed for these two. They’re a big dog lover family, and I think it’ll make the appointment easier when I have to explain to the parents their son will probably never be able to walk without his leg braces.”

Raya winced as she scratched behind Ginny’s ears. “I do not envy you there. First thing in the morning, too.”

Mar leaned over and pressed their face between Shelley’s ears with a groan.

“They were so insistent during that eval last month about getting him to walk without the braces. But from what I’ve been able to get him to do and the way he’s progressing, it’s just never going to happen. Or at least, it’s not going to happen in the timeframe they’re looking for.”

“Let me guess, they wanted him ‘normal’ before he started school?”

“Exactly.”

“Damn, I’m sorry, Mar.”

“It’s not any one person’s fault,” Mar sighed, sitting up again. “It’s just how it is sometimes. And it’s not like that means there’s anything wrong with the kiddo. But parents never want their child to be different because they want them to fit in. So, no matter what I say, they end up crying about it or yelling at me.”

“Hence the dogs.”

“Hence the dogs,” Mar agreed wearily. They glanced up at the sound of the door opening, peering over the front desk to just barely see the heads of the Desmond parents from where Mar was still on the floor.

“That’s them,” Mar heaved out a sigh, pushing to their feet. “Time to work, puppies.”

–

It had been about a week since Ginny and Shelley were able to start coming to work with Mar, and two weeks since they had encountered Nightwing. All in all, the days since that evaluation had passed relatively normally - or at least as normal as a healthcare professional in Gotham could hope for.

The Desmond family had been understandably frustrated when Mar had to talk them through the fact that their son would need to navigate school with his leg braces. The dogs had helped to a degree, but Mar had possessed no delusions about them being able to completely alleviate the distress. There had been a few other cases in those days that Mar was beyond thankful for Ginny and Shelley for various reasons. A good majority of Mar’s caseload in their daytime clinic was pediatric, and the girls were remarkable with the children. Most of the parents were hesitant at first, considering the sheer size of Ginny and Shelley, but a few head nudges and cute tricks often sealed the deal.

As an added bonus, they worked wonders in providing Mar with ‘scary dog privileges’ on the walk home from pro bono.

Speaking of pro bono, Fariha had forwarded Mar an email the day before Nightwing’s follow up from a blank email address that simply read ‘untraceable’. It was apparently from Nightwing, saying he was very sorry but wouldn’t be able to make his appointment. Mar was left to ponder if they had given him the office number or if he was just that paranoid about his phone number being traced.

“How can you turn it down before you’ve even heard my full proposal?” Lydia whined. It was another night at pro bono, and things were slow. Both of their patients had canceled, so they were playing the waiting game until the next appointment slot. Jiro - who Mar had finally met last week during a pro bono shift - had an evaluation in one of the rooms, so they had the floor to themselves. Ginny and Shelley were on break with Fariha in the front office while Lydia and Mar walked on the treadmills in the back corner.

“I don’t do blind dates, Lydia,” Mar said again. “I have too much social anxiety for that.”

“You always say you’re an introvert and you have social anxiety, but you picked one of the most social career fields in the world.”

“I like helping people,” Mar said simply. “And this is a controlled environment. It’s different.”

“Whatever you say. I still think you’re missing out by saying no.”

“Then you go on the date for me.”

“You’re so mean to me.”

“Hey, Mar!” Fariha called, head poking out of the front office before they could retort. Stepping onto the side bars of the treadmill as they lowered the speed, Mar twisted around.

“Yeah?”

“You’ve got a walk-in.”

Mar did not like the look in Fariha’s eye - something mischievous even from across the clinic. They stepped off the treadmill and ducked into the front office, finding Ginny and Shelley curled up under Fariha’s desk, napping. On the other side of the window stood none other than Nightwing, grinning as brightly as he had two weeks ago.

“Oh, Nightwing,” Mar said, surprised. “Welcome back.”

His comment in the email had stated ‘patrol conflicts’ and he hadn’t rescheduled. Mar had figured that would be the last time they ever heard from him, but here he stood. Spandex, domino mask, and all.

“Sorry about last week,” Nightwing said brightly. “Fariha said you have an opening?”

“Yeah,” Mar nodded. “Just enough time for a session before my next appointment comes in. Come on back.”

“I’ll add him to your schedule,” Fariha said, sweet and teasing in one. Mar muscled down the urge to stick their tongue out at Fariha and nodded their thanks. They signaled for Ginny and Shelley, calling them from under the desk as Nightwing entered the gym.

“Oh, do you like dogs, by the way?”

Nightwing’s eyes landed on the dogs before Mar even finished the question. He gasped so hard Mar worried he might choke.

“OhmygoshcanIpetthem?”

“Go for it,” Mar said, smirking at the sheer, childish delight on Nightwing’s face. “They’re trained emotional support dogs and physical therapy aides.”

Mar left Nightwing with Ginny and Shelley to go find their laptop, catching sight of Lydia across the clinic. She was draped over the front of her treadmill, staring openly and adoringly at Nightwing, clearly trying not to swoon at the sight of him being gently accosted by two giant dogs.

Rolling their desk up to the plinth closest to where Nightwing was with the dogs, Mar called them over and waited until Nightwing was sitting on the plinth before letting them be pet again. Ginny parked herself between Nightwing’s feet and dropped her chin against his knee, content to let him give her an endless amount of enthusiastic ear scritches.

“So, how have you been doing, Nightwing?” Mar asked, pulling up his chart and opening a new note for him. “Any issues since I last saw you? How are your exercises going?”

“I’ve been doing the exercises as much as I can. I’ve been pretty busy, so I might have missed a few days, but I stopped swinging like you asked me to.”

“Good!” Mar said, genuinely pleased. “Has the pain gotten any better?”

“Sort of,” Nightwing said, deflating a little. “I can’t completely keep my weight off my arm, so I think that’s been preventing it from feeling totally better.”

“I figured that might be the case,” Mar said as they typed out a brief version of Nightwing’s comments. “What about the concrete thing?”

He brightened again, reaching down to scratch behind both of Ginny’s ears. “Only once since I last saw you!”

Mar immediately felt conflicted, and it must have shown, because Nightwing’s expression dropped again.

“No, wait,” Mar said, pushing their desk aside and running a hand down their face. “I’m sorry. I am genuinely pleased to hear that. But you have to understand I hate that this was even a number that did not start at zero. I dislike that this was a goal in the first place because the average person is not being thrown into several concrete-like surfaces on a daily basis. But I’m happy to hear that the frequency has reduced.”

Nightwing scratched at Ginny’s ears again and grinned, chuckling quietly as Ginny wagged her tail so hard her butt started moving.

“That’s fair,” Nightwing admitted. “It’s just become something I expect to happen that it’s easy to forget it shouldn’t be happening.”

Mar nodded, leaning their hips back against the plinth behind them. “Well, if you’re feeling up to it, I’d like to do some new exercises with you today to focus on building your strength back up now that the pain has reduced. What sort of things are you doing on a daily basis that we might be able to turn into exercises?”

“Besides swinging, I do a lot of acrobatics and hand-to-hand combat.”

Mar hummed in acknowledgment and let their gaze stray sideways, staring at the various pieces of equipment strewn about the gym. They had a few ideas already, but knowing they didn’t have a lot of experience with either of those forms of exercise, Nightwing would probably have to provide feedback. But that was fine, Mar could work with that.

They glanced back at Nightwing and found him completely engrossed in making kissy faces at Ginny, who was soaking up the attention happily.

“Let me check out your strength around your shoulder before we start,” Mar interrupted gently, pushing off the plinth with a faint grin.

After checking over Nightwing’s shoulder, they got to work. Moving around the gym to various places, Mar worked through building some exercises specific to Nightwing and his needs for work. When he had said he did acrobatics, Mar hadn’t realized he meant he had been doing them since he was a kid. They had him do a handstand with the wall behind him as a safety net and Nightwing didn’t touch it once. He even maintained a conversation with Mar as they sat on the floor next to him, staring at him in awe.

“Is this even hard for you?” Mar eventually asked after he had been at it for nearly five consecutive minutes. Mar had told him to hold it as long as he could without pain.

“Nope,” Nightwing grinned. He proved his point further by dropping one leg off to the side and didn’t so much as wobble. “I mean my shoulder doesn’t really feel great but it’s not unbearable.”

“Okay,” Mar said faintly. “Well, it’s been five minutes, let’s do something else.”

Nightwing pulled his leg back up and dropped gracefully to his knees in front of Mar without a sound. They blinked at him and marveled at the amount of control he had over his body.

“I’ll admit, I don’t know much about acrobatics or hand to hand,” Mar said as they sat on the floor. “What sort of things in your usual training do you do that have gotten hard?”

Nightwing perked up and proceeded to take Mar through a couple things he had been struggling with. Mar made sure to write them all down in their note on their laptop and watched Nightwing demonstrate. They quietly broke down each task, finding the parts that were most difficult, and pestered Nightwing with questions about the movements that he answered happily. At one point, they were going back and forth over a minute movement bugging Nightwing, and the open eagerness on his face reminded Mar of their conversation last time he had been here. They thought about all the medical professionals that assumed he was a meta, the ones that, perhaps unintentionally, didn’t give him the time of day.

Mar resolved to never be on that list for him.

With the little time they had left in his appointment, Mar jumped on one of the exercises they had been discussing and worked through it with Nightwing. They made adjustments and talked through temporary compensations together. Then Mar had him do a few more repetitions as they observed him while following along.

“Okay,” Mar said, slightly breathless but doing their best not to sound it. They gratefully sat on the plinth across from Nightwing’s and pulled their desk over. “How does your shoulder feel now after all that?”

“A little sore?” Nightwing said, moving his arm around and looking like he barely broke a sweat.

“That’s good,” Mar nodded, typing a few lines into their note. “That means we didn’t aggravate anything beyond what you can tolerate.”

As Mar typed another few notes for later into their document, Nightwing slipped from his plinth to the floor, letting Ginny all but sit in his lap. He pressed his face against Ginny’s shoulder and muffled a giggle - a giggle - there, scratching his fingers through her short fur. Mar’s fingers kept moving across their keyboard even as they stared down at Nightwing, smiling faintly.

“I know someone that would love you,” Dick said as he sat up and used both hands to scratch at Ginny’s ears.

Mar kept typing without looking and asked, “who would that be?”

Nightwing hesitated for a brief second after opening his mouth, clearly catching himself. Mar let him without commenting on it.

“Someone I know who works here in Gotham. He’s a big animal lover.”

Mar nodded and decided not to push further, turning their full attention back to their note. After writing down the bare bones of what they would need to remember for later documentation, Mar pushed their desk aside and leaned their elbows on their knees. Staring down at Nightwing and Ginny, Mar couldn’t help but grin. They let them have another minute of cuddling before Mar spoke up.

“Well, Nightwing, that’s all I have for you today. My next patient is showing up soon, but I can walk you out and we can try to schedule you an appointment again.”

Nightwing pushed to his feet and Ginny stood, too, pressing against his leg as she wagged her tail happily.

“If it’s alright, I’ll just stick with walk-ins. I don’t want to take an appointment slot that someone else might need if I’m probably going to have to cancel anyway.”

Mar slid off the plinth and stared up at him for a moment, eyes narrowed and brow furrowed. After a few seconds of this, Nightwing shifted from foot to foot, grinning awkwardly.

“What?”

“You’re my patient, Nightwing,” Mar said, stern and simple. “You have as much right to an appointment slot as anyone else on my schedule.”

Nightwing opened his mouth, clearly to argue, but Mar held up a hand.

“Nope, hang on,” Mar said. They pulled their desk over and grabbed a sticky note and pen. Scribbling down their phone number and email address, Mar tore the sticky off the stack and held it out to him.

“Here, my work cell number and email. If you have a free night and want an appointment, contact me and I’ll get Fariha to add it to the schedule. Saves us both time just in case you try to walk in and I don’t have an opening. Or, if you’re tied up and can’t get here but have questions for me, you can reach me.”

Nightwing took the sticky note from Mar like it might blow up on him.

“This feels…like cheating.”

“What do you mean?”

“This means I can contact you and get on the schedule easier than other people.” He still held the sticky note between two fingers like it was something dangerous.

Mar put the pen down on their desk and crossed their arms, staring up at Nightwing’s hesitant expression.

“Nightwing,” Mar said, tone firm. “You. Are. My. Patient. Which means - like it or not - I’m going to do everything within my jurisdiction to help you out and make this as easy a process as possible. If that means you call me ten minutes before an appointment, that’s fine. If the slot is open, it’s open. Simple as that.”

When he still looked uncertain, Mar gentled their tone and uncrossed their arms.

“Listen, I gave you my contact information. The ball is in your court on this one. If you don’t want to contact me, then don’t. You won’t hurt my feelings, I promise. All I’m trying to do is help you out with scheduling.”

Nightwing pressed his lips together, still seeming unconvinced, but he nodded and put the sticky note away somewhere on his person.

Mar took it as a win and gestured, moving for the door.

“I’ll walk you out, again.”

Nightwing trailed after Mar, waving to Fariha as they passed the desk. They paused in the hallway once again, Ginny sitting neatly at Mar’s side and staring up at Nightwing.

“Keep doing your exercises, and try doing the handstand hold for five minutes a couple times a day as long as it doesn’t make your shoulder worse. I’ll have some new exercises ready for you when you come in again. Let’s shoot for another two weeks from now, if you can make it around then. And no swinging still, if you can help it.”

Nightwing nodded and bent down to say goodbye to Ginny. As he stood to leave, he paused, glancing back at Mar.

“Thank you,” he said, earnestly.

Mar blinked, their chest constricting with the sincerity behind his gratitude for something Mar considered routine.

“Anytime.”

Nightwing grinned and then he was gone.

There was something about early November in Gotham that got the resident villains excited. Or maybe they were always like that and Mar just never paid attention to them before November. Either way, it was annoying.

“What do you mean the Penguin wrecked the pharmacy on 12th?” Mar asked in disbelief. “I thought it was the one on 7th!”

“No, that was the Riddler.”

“What the fuck do these guys have against pharmacies?”

“No clue,” Raya said. “If you figure it out, make sure you let GCPD know. Actually, scratch that. They’re useless. Find a way to let Batman and his team of birds know.”

“I need to pick up a prescription,” Mar groaned, dropping their head against their desk. “Did they say if they were rerouting pickups somewhere else?”

“My sister said they told her orders and pickups were being allocated to the pharmacy on 5th until further notice.”

“Ugh,” Mar said with emphasis. “Fuck my lunch break, then.”

“What about going after work?”

“I can’t, it’s a pro bono night.”

“Can you get it tomorrow?”

Mar turned an exhausted stare on Raya, sighing. “I wish. I ran out of my meds four days ago and haven’t had time to get the new prescription until today. But now I have to haul ass over to 5th and grab it.”

“Oh my god, is that why I caught you staring into the back fridge yesterday for a solid three minutes?”

“Yes,” Mar groaned, rubbing at their forehead. “I was—hang on, you waited three minutes before saying something? What the fuck, Raya?”

“I was taking pictures of you to make into a group chat meme.”

“If I didn’t need this job so badly, I would strangle you.”

“Love you, too,” Raya sing-songed. “You know I love your ADHD ass, don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

Mar checked their watch before shoving to their feet with a groan.

“Whatever. I’m taking Shelley with me. Can you watch Ginny?”

“Of course I can!” Raya said, cooing at Ginny and patting her knees to summon her.

On their way out, Mar paused at the front desk to let the attendant know they were stepping out and if they weren’t back for their first patient following lunch to let them know as much. Mar hoped they weren’t out that long because they wanted the chance to eat lunch, but getting their meds so they could actually function took priority.

Even as inland as they were, the biting wind from the nearby water was cold enough that Mar’s nose went pink at the tip and they started sniffling. Shelley seemed unfazed, trotting along with her tongue lolling and eyes bright. Mar was glad at least one of them was enjoying this walk.

They were about a block from the pharmacy when a car screeched to a stop in the middle of the road, swerving to block both directions of traffic. Mar paused, tugging gently on Shelley’s leash to get her to heel. They watched a few people pile out of the car, brandishing guns and yelling at drivers and pedestrians. Mar side-stepped toward the alley nearby, tugging Shelley along with them and pressing against the worn bricks. Mar reached for their cell phone to call the police, only to find it was dead.

“Are you fucking kidding me.”

Mar glanced around and saw someone across the street, also ducked into an alley and speaking rapidly on the phone. Good enough.

Turning back to where the people had left their car, Mar watched all five of them enter a building, leaving the street empty. They glanced down at their watch.

Shit. They really needed to get to the pharmacy and it was right there. They could literally see it at the end of the block on the other side of the corner store those guys just went into.

Mar glanced down at Shelley. Shelley peered up at Mar, ears lifted and eyes bright.

They could sprint. Those meds were the difference between Mar being able to get their documentation done or not.

“This is stupid,” Mar said to Shelley. “Let’s go.”

Mar ducked out from the alley and started for the other side of the street, hunched low and keeping a tight hold on Shelley’s leash. They might have made it if the driver hadn’t stayed behind.

He leaned out of the driver’s window and fired a warning shot into the air, freezing Mar in place. Shelley ducked behind Mar’s legs with a startled bark, tail tucked. Mar could relate to that sentiment.

“What do you think you’re doing?” The driver asked, getting out of the car and keeping the gun trained on Mar.

“Going to the pharmacy,” Mar said, voice surprisingly steady for the way their knees and hands were trembling. “I don’t want any trouble, I swear.”

“Oh, well, that’s funny. Because I do.”

“That’s nice.”

“Are you sassing me, kid?”

“I’m on lunch break.” Mar had no idea why they said that. What the fuck did that have to do with anything?

“Yeah? I don’t care.”

“Okay.”

Apparently dissatisfied with Mar’s sass, (they weren’t trying to be sassy, Mar literally was not thinking before they spoke) the guy leveled the muzzle of his gun to the center of their forehead. It was still hot from his previous shot, the heat emanating from the metal in the proximity of Mar’s skin. They had a moment to think back to their anatomy professor from the first semester of their doctorate program. The woman had told Mar during a dissection lab that if they didn’t learn how to relax, they were going to die young from stress.

Take that, professor, Mar thought, delirious and panicked.

The sound of a gunshot going off made Mar scream, short and sharp, as they jerked backward and squeezed their eyes shut.

Were they dead? They didn’t feel dead. How did one know they had died?

Shelley’s weight against their legs prompted Mar to open their eyes.

The guy with the gun was splayed out on the pavement in front of Mar, clutching his shoulder, mouth open in a silent scream of agony. Mar’s knees gave out and they dropped back, landing hard on the sidewalk and miraculously avoiding sitting on Shelley.

“What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck,” Mar whispered, frantic and strangled. “I’m gonna be sick.”

“Some lunch break, huh?”

The sound of a new voice, warbled and mechanical, drew Mar’s attention. A brick wall of a human being was crouched on the roof of the car blocking traffic, face obscured by a sleek red helmet.

“What the fuck,” Mar said again, voice pitched and wobbling. “Who are you?”

The mask was featureless, but Mar could feel the way this newcomer was raising a judgemental eyebrow at them.

“You must be new here.”

“You could say that.”

“Red Hood,” the introduction came without preamble. “I control this part of Gotham.”

“That’s nice,” Mar said, voice gone small. They stared at Red Hood as he climbed off the car and walked over to the driver still on the ground.

“Now you, buddy,” Red Hood said, standing over the driver and placing a booted foot against the bullet hole in his shoulder. The silent scream transitioned into a very loud, agonized one, making Mar flinch. “You aren’t new here. You and your buddies know this is my turf. So, wanna tell me what the fuck you think you’re doing in broad daylight?”

“N-Nothing!” The driver cried, eyes blown wide. “We’re not doing anything!”

“Oh, really?” Red Hood drawled, the sarcasm translating even through the modulator. “Then what’s all this? A picnic? Because it sure as hell doesn’t look like nothing.”

The rest of the crew took that moment to exit the building noisily, all of them colliding comically into each other the moment they laid eyes on Red Hood. Mar stayed perfectly still, arms wrapped around Shelley as a precaution. Every single fucking person around them was holding a gun and Mar was sitting on their ass on the dirty Gotham sidewalk holding their dog.

“You’ve got two options,” Red Hood spoke up after a few seconds where no one moved. “You can take that stuff you stole and hope I don’t put a bullet through your heads as you leave. Or, you put all that down on the sidewalk and make sure I never see your ugly mugs in this part of Gotham ever again.”

Mar’s arms tightened around Shelley as the crooks didn’t move for a few more seconds. Red Hood cocked his gun and suddenly the bags were being dropped on the sidewalk.

He chuckled, the sound distorted through his mask and modulator, and removed his foot from the driver’s shoulder.

“Get your asses out of here before I change my mind.”

Mar had never seen a group of men leave somewhere so fast in their life.

“Hey, lunch break,” Red Hood’s voice spoke, catching Mar’s attention. They looked up, sharp and panicked, not realizing they had been spacing out. It was probably dissociating, but Mar was trying to be optimistic.

“Are you hurt?” Red Hood asked as he holstered his gun.

Mar shook their head before finding their voice again. “No, no I’m…I’m okay.”

Mar watched on in a daze as an elderly woman toddled out of the corner store, frazzled. Red Hood scooped up the robbers’ bags and handed them over to her. He didn’t object to the well-intentioned way the woman dusted at his jacket and fret over him. She ended her inspection with a very grandmotherly pat to his arm before heading back into her store while Red Hood held the door for her. Red Hood turned back to Mar and it was about then they realized they should probably stand up.

The second Mar took their arms off Shelley so they could do so, Shelley was butting her head up against Red Hood’s knee, tail wagging. Mar dusted off their scrub pants with one hand and grabbed at Shelley’s leash with the other, eyes wide.

“I’m so sorry, she’s usually well-behaved, but she’s off duty right now and probably spooked.”

“Off duty?”

“She’s a therapy dog,” Mar said, wrapping Shelley’s leash around their hand a few times for the stability it offered. “I work at a physical therapy clinic with her.”

Red Hood paused, one hand absently patting the top of Shelley’s head.

“What the fuck are you doing all the way over here then?”

Mar blinked and then pointed at the pharmacy at the end of the block. “I was trying to get there.”

“And you thought running through an active crime scene instead of looping around the block was a good idea?”

Mar opened their mouth to argue back and paused, realizing that Red Hood was right. That would have been the smarter thing to do.

“I may be a little stupid.” Mar paused and tightened their fingers around Shelley’s leash. “And sleep deprived. And unmedicated.”

“Well try to be less of all that next time you take a lunch break stroll through Crime Alley, yeah? Stupidity isn’t covered by most insurances these days.”

Mar had no comeback for that, so they nodded and fiddled with Shelley’s leash again. Shelley seemed quite content sitting at Red Hood’s feet and getting tentative head pats from his gloved hand.

“Uhm…am I allowed to go? Or…?”

“Or what?” Red Hood said, gruff and distorted. “I don’t need you hanging around here to get shot at again.”

“It’s just…” Mar gestured to where he was still petting Shelley. “I didn’t want to just walk off.”

Red Hood stared down at his hand for a moment like it didn’t belong to him before he cleared his throat through the mask and carefully pulled his hand away.

“Whatever,” Red Hood grumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Get out of here.”

“Okay,” Mar said. They were saying that a lot in this series of bizarre events. What the fuck else were they supposed to say? This city was insane. They gave a gentle pull to Shelley’s leash and signaled for her to follow Mar as they started to walk away from Red Hood. Mar got approximately three steps away before they paused and turned around.

“Red Hood?”

“What?” he had started to walk off in a different direction but paused, sounding annoyed.

“Thank you,” Mar said. “I know your intention probably wasn’t to save me given what you were saying to that guy. But I didn’t get shot because of you. So, thank you.”

The eyes of his mask stared back at Mar for a long few seconds before he turned away and waved a hand dismissively.

“Don’t go telling people I saved you,” he said, voice a little less gruff than before. “I have a reputation to maintain.”

Mar watched him walk off for a moment before Shelley pushed her head against Mar’s knee with a whine. Right. Pharmacy.

“Let’s hope I don’t get caught up in any more shit on the way back,” Mar grumbled as they started down the sidewalk again. They immediately regretted that and found the nearest piece of wood to knock on. “This city is a fucking nightmare.”

Mar somehow made it back to the clinic before their patient arrived with about three minutes left of their lunch break to scarf down a hastily reheated container of food.

“You look rough,” Raya said, eyeing Mar like she was worried they were going to choke.

“Thanks,” Mar said between bites. They took a second to breathe and swallow their food before continuing. “Some guys tried to rob a place I was walking by and Red Hood showed up to scare them off his turf.”

Raya nearly launched herself into space with how fast she got out of her chair, eyes bulging. “You saw Red Hood while you were walking to the pharmacy?”

“I didn’t know your voice could go that high.”

“Mar!”

“Yes, I saw Red Hood. He didn’t shoot me, the robbers didn’t shoot me, I have a patient soon.”

“Why would any of them have a reason to shoot you?” Raya all but screeched.

“I may have been in the middle of the sidewalk.”

“What?”

“Please stop screeching, I’m worried about your throat.”

“How are you so fucking calm right now? You’re acting like this is a normal thing to be saying happened on your lunch break!”

“An even mix of dissociation, compartmentalization, and the fact that I simply do not have time for that.”

“You’re terrifying,” Raya concluded, thankfully at a normal volume. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I’ll put you in touch with my therapist and let you guys figure it out. She’d probably appreciate the input,” Mar said dryly, refreshing their computer screen. “Oh, my patient just checked in. I’ll give you her contact information later.”

“You’re not funny.”

Some lunch break.

#dc #batfam #batman #writing #my writing #PT fic is basically just PT suffering through situations

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Denerim

Oh fuck, the Alienage's closed, something's wrong, there's no details anywhere ! Is this about the arl's son ? Duncan's stunt should have taken care of that, but human nobles can always find roundabout ways. Darrian doesn't quite realize there's new management, Howe is not someone he's really heard of, or can pin to anything in particular. Point is, things are bad but hopefully not too much and anyway Darrian can only lay low and wait for a chance to learn more, this is Loghain's city, now.

Okay, so, Genitivi's home isn't far. There's only his assistant, Weylon, though. Says Genitivi's at Lake Calenhad. Come on, that's where we came from ! He says other things, too, but his story sounds less plausible the more he tells it, and then he just starts slinging spells. There's a body in the back, behind a door Weylon really didn't want us to open. Oooh, THAT's Weylon, then who's the new dead guy ? There are notes about a village that doesn't exist, "Haven". It's in the Frostback Mountains, which... not near Denerim. Sigh. Maybe we'll check Lake Calenhad on the way, it's probably a trap, but still, and it's more or less on the way.

We're about to leave and Alistair stops us. Oh, right ! Goldanna, sure, yeah, okay.

Goldanna was not impressed, and you know, point taken, it's not like they've ever known each other. She's hardly being fair to Alistair, really, like he had any say in any of this, but this whole affair with their mother might have some pretty dark undertones, yeah, with how much she did or didn't want any of this to happen. Yeesh, well, Alistair's being a sad puppy about this, and Darrian tells him that yeah, most people just look for their interest first. Is it a surprise, when their normal life is already so precarious ? Look at the Alienage, is anybody looking out for them ? Apparently not ! Ok let's go.

Morrigan ambushes Darrian, back at camp. Oh well, hm, she does looke pretty worked up over this actually, it could be serious. It's about the book, about Flemeth, about how she possesses her "daughters" in order to stay alive, meaning Morrigan's next on the list. The only way to prevent that is to strike first. Without Morrigan. Hmmm. Look, setting aside how quickly Morrigan came to terms with the "I have to put a hit on my mom" agenda, yeah, Darrian can't really see any other way this can end. Flemeth did help him, but this is pretty messed up, and Morrigan is helping him right now. Well she does her best for someone raised by clumps of moss anyway. We'll try to take care of that. At some point. Which is not right now.

#dragon age origins #warden tabris

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atinysunbaby · 1 year

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Meant to be | Choi San🖤

Warnings : Cursing, violence

Word counts : 3.1 k

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Chapter 4

Present

Is it what it feels like to be dead? It's not like what I expected. I thought it would be a relief, but I just feel like crap. I still can feel pain apparently, and emptiness. There's also noises, voices to be more exact. Ghosts?

As time go by, I slowly gain consciousness. I'm not dead after all. But where the hell am I?? The voices are a bit clearer, now that my mind is all there. I don't recognize any of them. They're men, that's the only thing I can be sure of.

Since I have no idea where I am right now, I gotta find a weapon to protect myself, in case they'd want to hurt me. I mean, what if it's James and some friends. What if he found me after all?

I can't take any risks anymore, and if any son of a bitch makes a wrong move, I'll end them. There's a lamp next to the bed I'm on, that's my protection. It's gonna have to do.

I could also escape through the window, but what if those guys really helped me. I should at least make sure of their true intentions.

On the tip of my toes, I make my way to the door. I listen through it, and when I'm sure it's safe I open it. Right when I do so, the conversation the strangers were having, stops abruptly. I see stairs, I'm a hundred percent certain that the voices were coming from there. It's almost impossible that they heard me. Right?

Footsteps are heard downstairs. My breath hitches. I'm about to hide myself back in the room, when a voice calls my name. "Y/N?"

I don't recognize that one either, but still I'm curious and advance to the staircase. I try to peak without them seeing me, but of course fail. "I can see you. I know you're there, and you don't need to be afraid of me."

"Who are you? And how do you know my name??" I desperately need answers now. I know that there's at least 3 men inside, and maybe there could be more. My only way of defense is a lamp and I'm weak, more then usual since I've had a rough couple of weeks. "You can trust me, I promise. San is a friend of mine."

My eyes enlarge. Maybe it's a trap. Omg!! What if James killed San, and now he's trying to get me to go down to murder me too!?

"I called him, he's gonna arrive soon. You can stay upstairs until he's here if you prefer?" He tries to reassure me. I made up my mind. I'll go down now, and keep the lamp. "Ok. But I have a weapon, don't try anything suspicious!"

Causciously, I walk down the stairs. I can see him now, he's young, but he looks really intimidating. Maybe it's not to late to go back up.

"Hi! My name's Hongjoong. It's nice to meet you." He tells me with enthusiasm. Not as scary as before, but maybe he's acting. I'm staying on my guards until San is here.

Several minutes later

I'm standing in the kitchen, as far as I can from them. They're all sitting at the table, sometimes glancing at me. Turns out, there were more then 3 of them. 7 in total, not counting San.

They told me their names, surprisingly I memorised them.

The blond that looks like a prince, Seonghwa

Then there's Hongjoong, with dark blue hair. He scares me a little, even though he ain't the tallest.

Yunho, he's tall and has brown hair. He also looks like a large puppy.

The cutest one, Yeosang. He has light brown fluffy hair and he's shy.

Mingi, has dark brown hair. Looked intimidating at first, but he smiled at me and I came to the conclusion that he isn't.

And Wooyoung, long hair attached in a mini ponytail. Really handsome, seems the most worried about San's arrival.

Jongho, the youngest. Quite cold, but I don't think it's his real personality.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

My body reacts instantly. I become stiff, squizing the wooden spoon in my hand. Hongjoong gave it to me to replace the lamp. He said if I felt in danger, I could use it.

They all turn to me, they notice how uncomfortable I look. "It's just San sweetheart, you're safe." Seonghwa comforts me. I force a smile, grateful for their help.

Wooyoung gets up and run to the door. We hear it open, right when it does my heart starts to beat faster. That same feeling is back, my body suddenly relax. I'm impatient, wanting to see him desperately.

San

The same moment my eyes lay on him, my body is hurrying to his. I jump in his arms, crying the hardest I ever did. "Shhhh~ I'm here love, I'll protect you." He holds me tightly, whispering calming things in my ears.

The group of boys sat at the table, looking at each other, understanding without having to talk.

After a matter of minutes, I feel calmer already. My tears stop running out of my eyes. My trembling body is now only slightly shivering.

San runs his hand soothingly on my back. While I was breaking down, he took the opportunity to place himself on the couch.

I lift my head from his shoulder, looking into his eyes. He smiles affectionately, brushing strands of hair out of my face.

"San.. Why am I feeling like this about you? What does it mean I don't understand?" I ask with a lost expression. "It's like I can finaly breathe when you're with me. My heart feels like it's gonna burst, It never happened to me before. It's almost too much."

San's POV

I have to tell her. If not now, then soon. Before, I have to talk to Hongjoong though. He's our alpha, we often have to ask before doing something.

Y/N fell asleep on me. I told her we would talk after she gets some rest. At first she didn't want to, but agreed when I told her we'd cuddle.

Y/N and me are mates. Since she's human though, it's not the same as the others. Our bond is strong, but if she would be a werewolf it would be complete. I can't mark her, can't mate with her nor be close to her the night of a full moon.

It's too dangerous, her body wouldn't be able to take it. It would lead to her death. I won't let that happen, so I'll have to be careful. Sometimes our impulses are really strong, most of the time the tentation's too strong.

Y/N's POV

I stretch my body after waking from my nap. I quickly realise I didn't have any nightmare. It's also the first time in weeks that I have a bit of energy. It feels great, I'm at ease. San makes me feel safe. I smile like an idiot just thinking about him.

Quickly, I realise his presence. His nose is pressed against my neck. His lips are parted, I can feel his breath hitting my skin. He's cuddling me, holding me tightly in his arms, as if he's scared to let go. My face heats up immediately, my heartbeat quickening. Then, I'm hit with this feeling again. It's overwhelming, almost too much. Butterflies in my stomach, heart fluttering, goosebumps everywhere, my body tingling. I love his warmth and the attention he gives me, the skinship too. Not forgetting he makes me forget about every bad things in my life, he makes me feel safe and complete.

I bring my hand to his face. Cautiously, I trace is features with my fingers trying not to wake him up. I take some time to admire him, wanting to memorize every little details. I smile unconsciously and bring my lips to his nose softly. The feeling makes is nose twitch cutely. The sound of my giggles is what wakes him fully.

At any other time he would of been quite annoyed, but the sound of my voice makes him instantly relax. A smile appears on his beautiful face and he hugs me tighter. "Morning~"

"Good morning~ It's definitely the best way to wake up. I wish it'll be like that all the time!" His words make my face heat up. He notices my flustered state and chuckles. "Baby are you shyy~?"

I hide my face and nod my head, San laughs amused. He takes my hands in his and kisses my nose sweetly. Warmth, envelopes the both a of us. We sigh contentedly. "I need to tel-"

The sound of knocking at the door interrupts San. The expression on his face quickly change to a confused one. "Nobody comes here.. They aren't supposed to know anyone lives in this house.."

The other boys all have the same look of confusion. They don't answer at the door, instead wait for the stranger to leave. We all think they left, only to hear the hits against the door again, but louder and harder. Some of the guys seem scared now and the rest suspicious. Hongjoong puts his finger in front of his lips to signal everyone not to make a noise. He then walks to the front door carefully.

Yeosang clings to Wooyoung, hiding behind him. Seonghwa is worried and holds Jongho's hand reassuringly. Yunho and Mingi stand next to each other, ready to help if needed. San takes my hand and we both stand from the couch. His body his tense and he puts himself between me and the door. I, am still confused as to why they all look so on edge. I am too, but I don't know the reason of their behaviour.

Hongjoong look into the peephole and frown. He turns to us and shakes is head sighing. "It's only a women.."

He opens the door and answer politely. "Hello! How can I help you?"

"I'm searching for my niece! Please if you saw her maybe you could help me- She ran into the woods, she was terrified and-" My eyes enlarge and my breath gets caught in my throat. She stops talking when I peek from behind San. Instantly she recognizes me and I don't waste a second to run into her arms. We both start crying in each other's arms. "I t-though you- d-died!?"

She takes my face in her hands and wipe my tears with her thumbs. Then she hugs me again while rubbing my back. "I know, I know.."

After we both calmed down the boys took us to the kitchen. They're confused and wish to respect us, but refuse to leave me alone with her. Since they don't know her. Especially San, disagreed to leave me without protection. I don't need it though, my aunt would never hurt me.

"I though he killed you? I heard a gunshot and the-" She takes my hand in hers and smile sadly. "I know you were scared and you were right to be. I know what he did to y-you-"

She starts crying and my heart skips a beat. No.. It's not what I think it is.. Is it? My body starts shaking slightly and I swallow the lump in my throat. "W-what do you mean..?"

My eyes meet hers and she frowns. Then she averts her gaze nervously. "James.."

His name makes my body tense, but San softly places his hand on my shoulder. I let myself calm down before motionning to Kath that she can keep talking. "Yesterday, we had an argument about you. He wanted you to leave and when I disagreed, he started to get mad. After a while of us screaming at each other he blurted it out... About what he did to you.. Then I told him I'd call the cops. That's when he took out a gun and said he was going to kill you. I had to stop him so... I shot him.. Whit the gun he was holding- I didn't have a choice.."

I'm shocked, it's hard to process all of this. When I though James killed her, turns out he was the one to die. Is it bad that I feel relieved? I though I was in danger yesterday, but aunt Kath was trying to help me. "I was about to talk to you and reassure you, when you left. Then I tried to find you. I searched all night and finally when I saw this house, I hoped you'd be here. And you are! Those kind gentlemen took you in and helped you. So thank you for saving her and keeping her safe~"

"Not a problem, Y/N's always welcome here. She can stay as long as she wants." Hongjoong says before smiling at me. I return it grateful and happy. I feel San's hand squeeze my shoulder gently and I place mine on top of his. Aunt Kath sees it and smile. "Oh! What am I seeing here? You 2 have already fallen for each other? Was it love at first sight- or maybe you're meant to be- like soulmates!"

She claps her hands and we all laugh. What I don't notice tough is San's expression. If only I knew that it was actually almost right.

Last night, I didn't even wanna leave San. I talked to him a bit before going, he convinced me. He told me we'd see each other at school, in two days. I already miss him, how can I wait for about 48 hours before seeing him. He didn't even have his number. I guess he forgot. Also, Hongjoong and a few of the others looked suspicious, I felt like they were hiding something from me. "Y/N! Y/N~"

"I'm so happy that you're fine. If anything would've happened to you I-" Aunt Kath stops talking abruptly, tearing up.

Hours later

She brought me back to her house the day before. For the whole time from the car ride and since we arrived, she talked nonstop. Of course we went to sleep, but immediately when I woke up she made breakfast and went on about what happened. It's not that she's annoying, I just don't feel like listening. I don't even care about everything, all I want is to forget. Guess it'll be harder to do with my aunt constantly reminding me.

My attention quickly go to my aunt who's looking at me with raised eyebrows. I bite my lips before humming for her to go on. She shakes her head and sigh, seeming disappointed. My expression change to a confused one, wondering why she would be. Before opening her mouth again, she puts down the book she was holding. Which by the way I have no clue of how she was reading and speaking at the same time. "Look.. I know you went through more then what anyone could ever imagine.."

No you think? Pfft- What will she say now? Probably another hour of her telling me how pitiful I am or how bad she feels for not knowing before. Yes she said it all already, even went on about her now dead boyfriend. Insulted him in every way possible and burnt all of his belongings. I was pleased by it of course, but like I said before it's the last person I wanna hear about. I can't be mad at her, maybe it's just her way of coping with it. I mean, probably anyone would. If they would find out their boyfriend raped their dead sister's child and having to shoot him. It isn't a normal life, for sure.

"You should be more respectful" I- what? She has her hands on her hips, standing beside the table. Her eyes are piercing through mine, she's scolding me for not listening to her ramblings. I sigh tiredely. "You're in my house young lady! And not feeling well isn't a reason to ignore me or be a brat!"

Wow, seriously? I try to regain my calm and not make her any more mad then she already is. I smile apologically, of course it's fake but she doesn't need to know that. Ever since she found me at the guys house, I have a weird feeling. She seems so different then when I first arrived here. I don't feel like arguing with her right now, so I'll coax her with some bullshit. "I'm so sorry auntie~ It's just I keep thinking of a school project, it's so complicated and it makes my head hurts. What you were saying was really interesting, but I'm nervous about everything and I can't focus right now~"

She instantly become soft and apologises. She hurries to scoot me in her arms, telling to go lay down for a bit and then do my home works. I smirk triumphantly and when she grabs my shoulder to examine my face it goes back to a pout. "Thank you auntie for understanding, I'll go take a nap now~"

She leads me to the stairs, and watch me walk to my room. Once I close the door behind me, I feel like I can finally breathe. The stress I was feeling a few seconds ago, vanishing completely. The last time I was alone like this was almost two days ago, but it feels like it's been forever. So much happened in such a small period of time. My parents' death, coming to Korea, James... then San, running away, waking up in an unknown place and meeting the others and lastly Kath found me. All of that, yet it feels like it isn't over yet.

I sigh, moving away from the door. The first thing I do, is to take a shower. I scrub every part of my body as hard as I can. When I'm done, my skin is red, but It doesn't hurt. I feel better, like I cleaned all the dirt and pain away. I walk to the mirror in the bathroom, analyzing every details on my face. I need some changes, starting with a new haircut. I watch a few videos to help me, grabbing what I need. If I mess up, I can always go to the hairdresser. Grabbing the scissors, I smile. My hair fall to the floor, I cut them up to my shoulders. When I'm done, I brush them and clap my hands happily at the result. Exactly what I needed. It's pretty, I'm actually good at this.

I exit the bathroom and jump on my bed to lay down, ready for the night. Only a few seconds and the exhaution takes over, heavy eyelids closing giving place to dreamland.

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Meeting A Magical Man Pt. 9

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Marvin laid on Chase’s chest, running a hand through his hair and watching his face. Chase’s eyes were closed, and his breathing was slowly getting deeper. Signs that he was falling asleep.

“Chase?” Marvin said and waited, not getting a reaction at all. Yep, he was down. That meant Marvin had an hour at the most. Marvin crawled out of bed, making sure Chase had the blanket on him so he couldn’t get chilly and wake up sooner than he should. He then slipped on a pair of Chase’s boxers and left the bedroom.

Chase’s house was fairly nice. It wasn’t huge, but it was a nice-sized home. From what little Marvin looked at as they walked through, he could tell the decorations didn’t really seem to fit who Chase was. It was almost like someone else set the house up for him. He could also tell there had been pictures on the wall before, the faded squares and rectangles giving him that big clue.

Now that he could explore freely on his own, he looked at those faded shapes more, and he was positive that they came from pictures that hung up there for a long time. Surely those pictures were somewhere, tucked away in a drawer or a box.

Marvin then started checking doors, firstly seeing if any of them were locked. A locked door meant things were being hidden, and that would be a perfect place to start searching.

Bingo

He grinned when the knob he grabbed didn’t move and, with a quick flick of his finger, unlocked the door and walked in. Marvin hummed to himself, seeing what looked like a little office area. He hummed again at seeing a collection of boxes in the corner of the room. There was definitely something in those.

“Looks like my search won’t take long,” Marvin whispered and sat on the ground, taking one of the boxes and opening it up.

But then he stopped.

Something felt…wrong.

Why did his stomach ache? He felt nauseous at the idea of going through the box, of looking around, at doing what he shouldn’t be.

Was he feeling guilty?

The fuck?

Why did this feel so wrong? Marvin’s gone through plenty of people’s personal belongings before. It’s how he’s learned things about them when he needed to. Why did this feel different? Why did he feel…angry at himself for this?

Marvin had joked to Henrik the previous day about having Chase wrapped around his finger.

Apparently, Chase ended up basically doing the same to him.

You don’t want to hurt your friends. You don’t want to do things you know you shouldn’t and dig into private things before they’re ready to open up to you about it themself.

Damn it, Chase.

Damn those puppy-dog eyes and himbo energy.

Marvin heard Chase moving and, while he could easily escape, make it so Chase would never know, he stayed. He wanted to get caught. Maybe getting chewed out would make him feel less of this gross guilt.

“Marv?” Chase asked down the hall. His footsteps got closer, stopped, and then went faster before he was now at the door of the room. “Marvin? Why…why are you in here?”

“I was snooping,” Marvin admitted, closing the box and setting it back where it belonged.

“Did you…find what you were looking for?”

“No. Because your ass managed to make me feel guilty about snooping. Henrik has been the only person in my life to actually make me feel guilty for doing things I shouldn’t. Congrats, Chase, you are now the second.” Marvin wasn’t able to look at Chase as he spoke, He was waiting for him to get pissed. He just wanted the yelling, cursing, and insults to be done and over with.

“Were you just looking, or did you have a question?” Chase’s voice was still calm.

Marvin wasn’t sure how to feel about that. Where was the anger? Why was he still being nice? He had every right to throw a fit, to throw Marvin out if he wanted. But instead, he just sounded like he usually did.

“I had a question.” Marvin chewed the inside of his cheek, crossing his arms.

This felt weirder than the guilt. This wasn’t what he was used to. He didn’t like this change because he didn’t know what to expect. Maybe Chase’s anger will come out later when his guard was down. Maybe he’d save this to use it against him when he wanted something. Chase didn’t seem like the kind of person to do that, but he doesn’t know everything about Chase yet and could be in for a surprise.

“What’s your question?” Chase asked.

“Who is Stacy Brody?” Marvin decided to just say it right then and there.

“Oh.” Chase’s voice got very soft.

“Oh?” Marvin finally turned to Chase, hearing what could be described as pain.

“Stacy…she was my ex-wife.” Chase was looking at the ground.

“Was?” Marvin bit his tongue after saying that.

Dick move, Marvin.

“She and…” Chase took in a deep breath. “She and my son died in a car accident three years ago.”

“Holy fuck. Chase, I-I’m sorry.” Marvin could feel that guilt from before now burning in his chest, squeezing at his throat. He felt like a piece of shit for making Chase remember that. Now he wished Chase was pissed, that he would just slap him or something. He hated this. He hated this.

“How did you find her name?” Chase went to the boxes, opened one, and pulled out a photo frame.

“When…When I was looking through Illinois’ papers…I found poems about Yancy, and I also found the emergency contact forms. I noticed that Stacy had been crossed out and replaced with Henrik. All I could see was her name, and I wanted to know who she was.” Marvin explained as he was handed the frame. He saw a young woman and a small child. He didn’t need to be told who those two were.

“Why didn’t you just ask?”

“Not as fun?” Marvin saw that look Chase gave him. He didn’t believe him. “That and…well…I was half-right in my assumption that she was your girlfriend.”

“You thought I was using you to cheat on someone?”

“I’ll admit that thought was in the back of my mind. Wouldn’t be the first time I was used like that. Usually, I find their partner, tell them the tea, and let them decide what they want to do.” Marvin gave the frame back. “I’m a bitch. I’m sarcastic and petty. But I’m no homewrecker. That stuff can turn someone sour. That’s what ruined my parents.” He added the last part very softly.

“No…No…Me and Stace had our problems…but it was never that.” Chase sounded tired as he returned the frame to the box. “Honestly, she was much better than the first girl I dated, but I’d rather not get into that right now.” He sighed heavily. “I need a drink. Want one?”��

“Probably shouldn’t drink when you’re upset.” Marvin shrugged.

“You sound like Henrik.”

“He can be smart sometimes.”

“Yeah. He can.”

“How about we go back to your bed? You have a nice TV in there. We can watch a movie or some YouTube videos.” Marvin softly chuckled at his thought. “Show me your videos. I haven’t had time to watch them on my own yet, and this feels like a good time to do that.”

“Really?” Chase perked up again. There was that puppy energy of his.

“Yep, and maybe I’ll give you some head while you talk about it~” Marvin winked and saw Chase’s face going pink. Perfect. Back to where they should be. “Come on.” Marvin giggled and took Chase’s hand, walking them out of the office and back to Chase’s bedroom.

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Tags: @brokentimewatch @bookwormscififan @d-structive @rainymae523

#trickshot #meeting a magical man #veggie writes #marvin is just: feelings? Grooossss

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theeliampayne · 1 year

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Zayn hated the water. He had hated it since he was young, so he never bothered to learn how to swim. Although now he was regretting it.

The boys all wanted to have a pool day. All of them except for Zayn, that is. He hadn't told the others about his dislike of water yet, and he hadn't planned to. He didn't need their judgment.

Zayn shucked off his boxers, quickly pulling on his swim trunks before anyone could walk in. He didn't bother locking the door - he didn't see the point if it would be that quick.

He grabbed his towel and sunglasses, quickly spraying on some sunscreen before joining the others downstairs.

And then Zayn realized something.

He had never seen Liam shirtless before now.

If he had thought Liam was good-looking before, those feelings were only more apparent now. Liam looked almost like a Greek god with his slight tan showing off toned muscles. But Zayn had to take his stare off of Liam before his little crush became too obvious.

Louis sent him a knowing smirk, not making it obvious to the others. Louis was the only one Zayn had told about his crush, and he planned to keep it that way.

"So, lads, are we ready?"

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Zayn sat in one of the lounge chairs, hissing quietly in pain once the hot plastic came in contact with his skin. As much as he hated just letting his bandmate have all the fun, he would rather have this than fess up to his lack of an ability to swim.

Although his thoughts may have been cut short when Liam came over.

"Hi Zayn," Liam greeted, voice fairly quiet. Liam hadn't opened up to any of them yet - aside from Niall - so just Liam talking to him first was a step in the right direction.

"Hey, Liam. What's up?" Zayn glanced up at the boy, almost struggling to keep his eyes on his face.

"You just seemed kind of lonely over here. Wanted to check in on you," Liam confessed, tone soft. "If you want to join us, you can."

"I know, Li. Thanks for the offer, but I think I'm good here. Don't really enjoy the water much."

"Oh, okay." Liam looked a bit dejected, and it made Zayn feel guilty about the situation.

"It's not that I don't want to hang out with you guys. I'd love to, actually. It's just," Zayn sighed. "I haven't learned how to swim yet."

"Oh," Liam looked a bit surprised. "That's perfectly fine, Zayn. There's some pool floats if you just want to hang out in the shallow end there."

Zayn was surprised by how much Liam was actually talking to him. Just a month ago, Liam wouldn't have said anything to him. It was a nice surprise for today.

"You sure the others won't mind?"

"Why would they?" Liam tilted his head, just like a confused puppy would. The best thing about it was that Liam didn't even seem to realize.

Zayn shrugged, standing up from the chair. "So where are those pool floats?"

"I can go get one. I'll be right back."

Liam came back with a particularly large float, big enough for what seemed like three people. Zayn couldn't help but chuckle at it.

"What?" Liam seemed concerned. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, no, not at all, Liam. That's just a really big float."

"Oh," Liam let out a small sigh of relief. "I just wanted to make sure you'd be comfortable. I can go get a different one if you'd like me to."

"It's alright, Liam," Zayn shook his head, a fond smile coming across his face. "You can join me on the float if you'd like. We could keep talking for a bit."

Liam looked a bit unsure for a moment. "Sure?" His answer came out more like a question. "I mean, if you really don't mind-"

"I don't mind, Li. I'm the one who offered, yeah? I won't get mad at you for accepting an offer I gave you."

Liam nodded, going to take the pool float to the water. He stepped in the water, then moved the float closer to the stairs leading into the shallow end.

Zayn took that as an opportunity to get onto it, a bit shaky. Liam followed suit soon after, getting positioned on the large float.

Louis looked over to see the two, and Zayn knew what was coming next. At least Louis had enough sense to whisper it.

"Love birds."

#baby boyfriends who aren't boyfriends yet #ziam drabble #zayn malik #liam payne

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anemia-rp · 2 years

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How Far Would You Go? (Teru x Yoko) Pt. 6

Prologue

Pt. 1

Pt. 2

Pt. 3

Pt. 4

Pt. 5

Of course Teru showed up in Yoko's hotel room after their gigs. And he was livid. Not only because he'd had enough pride to refuse to jerk off after the little argument, but because he once again followed Yoko like a puppy. If it hadn't been for that devil on his shoulder, whispering to him how right Yoko had been with his assessment of the fact that Teru found this game absolutely exciting and arousing, he could have kissed his ass neatly. But the last word was not spoken yet and it was Teru's turn to bring the game to a close. Yoko was wearing nothing but a bathing robe and his engaging smile as he let Teru into the room. His hair was still wet; apparently he came straight out of the shower. Refreshed for what might follow. At least that was Teru's assessment. The DJ swept past the other one, and while Yoko was still closing the door, Teru stood in the room, waiting, clenching his hands into fists and flaunting his spirited gaze. "I'm quite ready!" he growled when Yoko just walked over to his bed and sank onto the edge. From here he could see Teru well. He almost longed for a coffee to sip on while enjoying the other's effervescent mood. It was sweet how clumsy Teru tried to convince him that he was worthy of a fuck. "So what should I do?" Yoko obligingly smoothed his hair back and raised an eyebrow questioningly. "I actually thought you had come up with something this time." Did the guy really want to disappoint Yoko so rudely? In any case, Teru didn't look too happy when Yoko expected initiative from him. "Or are you actually completely dependent on my guidance?" This too would have been extremely delightful, but Yoko knew that he could use these words to tickle Teru's extremely battered pride further and therefore used them. Accordingly, Teru looked offended and snorted disparagingly before he obviously pulled himself together and stepped closer, finally got onto his knees in front of Yoko and fiddled with the belt of his bathrobe, obviously with the intention of opening it. "But Terufumi!", Yoko promptly reprimanded him in a piqued tone and grabbed the rebellious hands. "You really haven't understood what I'm about." Teru sat down on his heels and looked up to Yoko in complete frustration, exhaling noisily. He was obviously overwhelmed with Yoko's games and his dominance. The guitarist almost felt sorry for him, because in the end he felt an immense affection for the DJ. But he didn't want to comfort him that quickly. It was too cute how he pouted because he wanted Yoko so much but didn't know how to get him. "Then fuck my mouth," he offered. "Jerk off and cum all over my face. I don't give a shit as long as you finally touch me!" Yoko sighed deeply and slowly shook his head, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Since he was signaling to Teru that he was still on the wrong track, Teru now leaned on Yoko's thighs in desperation and looked into his eyes imploringly. "What do you want? Shit...just say it, I have no idea!" He let out a heartbreaking sob. "I beg you, Yokochi!" Yoko returned the gaze for a few seconds, entranced by the devotion Teru was showing, then he carefully placed his hands on his cheeks. "I'm not asking you to beg me, Terufumi." He smiled with a touch of tender amusement. "It's enough if you ask me for what you want." The younger boy's jet black eyes glazed over and his mouth dropped open in astonishment that the solution to his problem was actually so simple. "Mh?" Yoko asked him patiently and tugged at one of the DJ's little red braids. Teru swallowed, apparently searching for the right words. Of course it was a simple task to ask for something, but Teru apparently just realized that it wasn't easy to express his wishes. "Fuck me...please," he finally uttered in a hoarse voice and Yoko smiled and nodded. "Well done," he breathed, stroking Teru's lips with his index finger. "From now on I'll take over the thinking again, which is so difficult for you anyway. All you have to do is obey." A short kiss followed, then Yoko carefully but firmly put his hands on Teru's hips. "Come sit on my lap." The animal, which didn't like to be tamed, flickered in Teru's eyes for a moment before he obediently sat down and a little later felt Yoko's lips on his in reward. Teru had this man given everything of himself. His dignity, his pride, his self-determination, his body. And now he would willingly serve whatever innocence he had left on a silver plate.

#document #fin!#(i'll write more but i guess i'll upload this to my fanfic site in the original language)

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blu-joons · 2 years

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More Than Enough ~ Bang Chan

Your smile was soft as you left the room, leaving the boys sat around on the sofas, with their eyes all looking in one direction. Chan was oblivious as he watched you walk away, waving like he usually did, making sure that he was as friendly as ever with you.

The others around him knew though that friendly wasn’t quite what he wanted to be. You were shy around him, with your walls up and no hints given as to how you were feeling, making sure that you kept Chan at arm’s length quite a lot of the time, despite the fact that the two of you were incredibly close, just as friends.

As he looked back around, he could finally feel the stares of the seven boys, sinking back slightly in his seat. “What are those faces for?” He quizzed, stunning the boys by how unaware he was as to what had been going on for some time.

Hyunjin scoffed beside him, “I swear best friends are supposed to know each other well.”

It had been apparent to the boys for weeks, maybe even months, that the two of you had changed the way that you were around each other. As Chan became flirtier, you became more reclused, knowing that a relationship was something that just wouldn’t work out between you both.

“Can’t you see that Y/N is different around you?” Seungmin then asked him, “your advances aren’t being ignored like you think they are Chan, anyone can see that.”

Minho nodded beside him, “it’s obvious that Y/N likes you, but it’s equally obvious that she’s terrified too, why else do you think she left the room when you started making jokes?”

“Why would she ever be terrified around me?” Chan shrugged with a shake of his head. He didn’t want to believe it, but as he looked around at the rest of the boys, he began to wonder about what was going on.

“Why don’t you go and ask her?” Felix pushed, nudging against Chan’s arm, “firstly we don’t want to see you walking round like a lovesick puppy anymore, and secondly, if you talk to her, maybe you’ll be able to understand each other and move on too?”

Chan’s lips pursed together as he thought, being edged on by all of the boys to move. As much as he wanted to talk, he didn’t want the opposite effect, scared that perhaps the boys had the wrong end of the stick with you.

“Just go,” Jisung chuckled, pointing towards the door where you had walked through, “the longer that you sit here contemplating the more you’ll talk yourself out of it.”

A sigh came from Chan as he slowly rose to his feet, taking one more look around at all seven of them sat around the room. “If this ends up going wrong, I just want you to know that I will blame all of you, the last thing that I want to happen is to lose one of my closest friends.”

All of the boys nodded, confident that Chan had nothing to worry about. Even if he didn’t want to read too much into your shy smiles and blushed cheeks, the boys had managed to work it all out, knowing exactly the way that Chan made you feel.

“Y/N will be gone if you don’t hurry up,” Jeongin laughed across at him.

“And then we’ll all have to deal with your grumpy mood,” Changbin added.

“I’m going,” Chan assured them all, heading for the door, “maybe just wish me luck a little.”

The boys all shouted out to him as Chan left, picking up the pace as he followed where you had gone to head back to the carpark and leave the dorm. As soon as he spotted you, he called out your name, watching as you spun around.

“Wait there,” he called out so that he could catch up to you quickly.

You did as Chan said, stepping aside so that you weren’t in the way as he caught up to you, looking at him in confusion. You were drawn straight away to his flushed expression, slightly confused as to what was going on.

“What’s wrong?” You asked him, feeling Chan’s presence close in on you, “I didn’t leave something up at the dorm again, did I?”

“No,” he laughed, composing himself and standing upright in front of you. “Nothing like that, I just wanted to speak to you, in fact, I kind of wanted to ask you something actually. I was just wondering what your plans were for tomorrow night, if you’re free?”

Your head nodded back to Chan as you thought about what you had planned ahead, worrying slightly as to what was happening as the smile on Chan’s face grew, worrying you slightly that he might be asking you out properly.”

You scratched over the top of your head nervously, “if you’re going to ask me on a date Chan, then you don’t have to do that,” you quickly assured him, “I know the boys have been watching me lately, whatever they’ve been saying, it’s probably nonsense.”

Chan’s eyes widened as you spoke, changing his head, “the boys have said some things, but this isn’t about them, it’s about me. And this isn’t a friendship anymore, at least not for me.”

“I can’t do this,” you whispered, looking down to the ground, “you’re a superstar idol Chan, and I’m no one, I’m probably lucky just to even be your friend.”

“Are you kidding me? Y/N, you’re my favourite person in the world.”

You wanted to believe him, but you just couldn’t. “I just want to be enough for you Chan, it’s hard enough trying to be enough as a friend, let alone anything else.”

His heart broke as you spoke, bringing his hand up to rest against your arm. Your eyes remained looking down as you tried your best to stay calm, knowing that your cheeks were darkening though with every single word that Chan had to say.

“Just be you, that’s all I need. One date is all I’m asking for Y/N, and if it’s really bad then we can go back to being friends,” he promised you, not wanting to ruin anything.”

“Do you really want to date me?” You nervously asked you, “for you, not for anyone else.”

Straight away Chan’s head nodded back at you, “there is no one else that I would ever want to date other than you. Sure, we might live different lives, but I think that’s what makes us get on so well, we just understand each other, don’t we Y/N?”

Your head nodded back at Chan as your eyes finally looked up back across to him. The look in Chan’s eyes was incredibly reassuring, he was desperate for you to know how he felt and trust in him that he was being honest with you.

“One date,” he laughed, trying to convince you to nod your head back at him, “I promise that you won’t regret going on a date with me, I’ll make sure that you have the best time ever, better than any other time that we’ve spent together.”

“You’re making it impossible for me to say no to you,” you smiled back at him.

“Then say yes to me, that’s all you need to do. I know you want to Y/N.”

“Alright, I’ll agree to one date with you.”

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jbreenr · 3 years

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𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale × Reader

Summary: You wanted to meet Ransom's family, he wanted to make sure you'd never want it again.

Word count: 3k.

Warning: Poorly written smut (+18 only, please), public sex (prompt 11), fingering, unprotected sex (don't do that, kids. be responsible), a bit of dirty talk, the Thrombeys being the Thrombeys. And I think that's it.

A/N: So, after finding out one of my stories was stolen an translated in Wattpad, I did not know if I should post this just yet but, what the hell? Let's do it. Anyway, this is for @stargazingfangirl18 and @navybrat817 's Shameless Hoes for Chris Challenge so, happy belated birthday! Yaaay. 🥳 Hope you like this at least a little and that it's not as bad as my paranoid brain thinks it is. Also, I just love how the prompts fit perfectly together, don't you? As always, lack of vocabulary and grammatical mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*

Wheel results (just attaching evidence):

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Draining, tedious, exasperating. Those were some of the adjectives Ransom associated with Thrombey family reunions. He'd arrive late, have some sort of conversation with his grandfather and leave early to do whatever that took him away from that big house.

Today though, he had a reason to stay for more than half an hour.

If it was up to him, you two would have stayed at home, happy, relaxed, and most importantly, naked in his bed, having a more pleasant time than the one you were most likely about to have.

He tried to persuade you. Of course he did! But your insistence and puppy eyes made it impossible for him to say no to your request.

So, here you were, getting out of his car, cake in sweaty hands and an excited smile on your lips, an expression so different from Ransom's, who seemed to be ready to get back behind the wheel and drive straight to Canada.

He didn't knock; he simply opened the door and held it for you to enter. If the three floor house was imposing from the outside, you felt impressed by the inside. Extravagant sculptures, apparently expensive paintings and other kinds of pieces of art were scattered everywhere, telling you just how wealthy and eccentric Ransom's family were.

“That's Harlan Thrombey! ” You exclaimed as you stood in front of the portrait of your forever favorite author holding a knife and a book.

“So?” Ransom asked, unconcerned.

You turned to him open-mouthed, the cake almost slipping off your palms as you went to playfully slap him in the arm.

“How come you are related to Harlan Thrombey and you didn't tell me?” Your question was more of a shock than an accusation.

The carefree gesture he did with his shoulders only accentuated his next words. “I did not think you would be interested in knowing.”

“I wouldn’t be interested?” Incredulity, flowing out of your lips. “He’s the best thriller author of all time! He’s like today’s Edgar Allan Poe!”

To say that you didn't believe him was an understatement. He knew for a fact that you liked Harlan Thrombey's books, just taking a look at the bookshelf in your apartment was proof enough of that.

“We call him grandpa here.” Said a femenine voice. A brunette walked in your direction, her pretty features hardening as she looked at your boyfriend. “Don't we, Hugh?”

He seemed to be ready to say something but decided not to. Instead he inhaled and placed his hand on your back.

“This is Y/N, the only reason I’m not telling you what you need to hear right now.”

Her eyes rolled in irritation and then turned to you. “I’m Meg. Let's introduce you to the rest of the family, shall we?.” And she dragged you to the room where more people were gathered together, discussing something, not before sending a deadly glare at Ransom.

Given the distance between you and him, you didn't listen to the heavy sigh he let out before waking behind.

“Everyone!” Meg called, making everyone leave whatever they were doing to look at her –and you, in consequence. “Meet Y/N, Hugh's new friend.” She then proceeded to introduce every single member of the family, including the housekeeper and the nurse, except for the grandfather, who apparently had a moment of inspiration and left them momentarily to put his ideas on paper.

None of them left their seat to go and shake your hand except for Meg's energetic mom, who hugged you and expressed how much she loved your coat even though it was soooo last season.

Sitting on a couch next to Ransom, you half expected someone to ask you about how you two met or how long had you been dating or what was it that you did for a living. Nothing. As fast as their attention was on you, it fell from you to their previous discussion.

You now understood why Ransom jokingly suggested deep cleaning the house instead of attending that reunion.

What you weren't aware of, Ransom thought, was that all of them were behaving wonderfully compared to previous times.

You didn't know if you felt more disappointed or uncomfortable. Ransom had left your side to go to the studio for a second and you had barely had any interaction with his family. All of them, dipped in their own matters to even notice your presence.

Fran, the housekeeper, was kind enough to take the cake to the kitchen and offer you a glass of water, but after giving it to you, she disappeared along with Meg and the nurse.

“So,” All at once, the room went quiet as Ransom's uncle spoke. “Have you read any of dad's books, Y/N?” Only until you heard your name was that your head snapped up.

“Oh, uhm… yeah. I'm a big fan.” Taken by surprise, you simply answered.

“Really? Which one have you read?”

And to that question, you felt suddenly included in the conversation since you had knowledge of the topic.

“I'm like fifty pages from finishing 'The Needle Game' and intrigue is eating me alive.” As you heard the excitement in your voice, you tried to compose yourself and said “Though 'Nick Of Time' is my favorite.” You smiled at him, hoping that your answer was a good one.

The woman that was introduced to you as Ransom's mother nodded as she licked her lips. The light of the fireplace, reflecting on her glasses as she moved her head up and down.

“Have you read 'Ultimatum' or 'Drop In The Pocket', dear?” Her tone was curious, but the look on her face said differently.

You responded anyway. “They're not bad. I feel like the ending of 'Drop In The Pocket' was a little vague and out of line but it can always be interpreted as an open ending so…” The change in their expressions told you that you had to add something else to that answer. Maybe it was not time for literature humor yet. “But I enjoyed both.”

She hummed and took her drink, detaching from the talk that continued with courtesy questions until it morphed into a heated discussion between Ransom's father and uncle, who would repeatedly ask for your opinion to back up his own.

The discomfort you felt, dispelled to be replaced by the disturbance of being bombarded with dozens of questions at a time, each louder than the other until they changed to a completely different topic to which you were occasionally included as a neutral point of view.

“She knows what she's talking about!” Said Richard at some point when you confirmed one of his arguments. “Thank you, dear.”

Ransom came back from his obligatory argument with his grandfather to find you nowhere to be seen.

“She's using the bathroom.” Informed Jacob, who did not take his eyes off of his cellphone.

Thinking that you went there to hide, he started his way to your potential direction until an overheard observation from his mother stopped him halfway through.

“… Did you hear how she talked about dad's work? Oh, I assure you she won't make it to next week with Ransom.”

Her and Richard's backs were to him, both of them unaware that their son was listening to their share of opinions.

“And did you see her hands?” Joni joined the criticism contest. “She could use some moisturizer, I tell you.”

As usual, they ignored her attempt to fit in and kept going.

“I know it's contradictory to say this,” Richard paused, as to make his point clear. “But he could do better.”

Despite their whispering, Ransom heard every single word and was glad that you were not there to see what was about to happen…

Ransom's words stuck on his throat when he saw you making your way out of the bathroom, fixing the skirt of your dress, with such niceness and warmth directed to him as you smiled, oblivious to the fact that the people you were trying to get to like you weren't going to.

His parents were right. He could do better. He could determine to not see them ever again and it would be the best thing to happen to him… Besides you, obviously.

“What's wrong?” Your concern was evident, just as his annoyance was undeniable.

Cold hands caressed his cheeks and Ransom thought of going back to Joni and tell her to fuck off. Your touch was soft, comforting, and gave him the greatest idea he'd ever had.

“I want to show you something.” Was his answer. It was better if you were the one who decided to never step on that house for the rest of your lives. It didn't matter if it was out of embarrassment.

Taking your hand in his, he guided you up the stairs to the first landing. The creaking sound of the old structure, probably alerting everyone in the other room that you were going to the next floor.

“Are you okay?” The sweet giggle that you let out when he abruptly stopped, almost making him feel bad about what he was seconds away from doing.

“Better than ever.” And he stamped his lips to yours.

Taken aback, it took you a second to respond. Hands on each side of his face as his own explored your body. When his fingers lifted your dress to caress your ass cheeks was when you ended the kiss.

“What are you doing?” You asked in a breathless whisper. “Not that I'm complaining.”

You were cornered against the wall with Ransom towering in front of your smaller frame.

Trying to escape from whatever he had in mind was useless, you knew that much. Though, you were not sure if you really wanted to escape.

“What I've been wanting to do ever since you got a shower without me this morning.” His lips found your jaw and descended to your neck where he sucked to create a bruise. Your eyes closed to the sensation.

“Wait. No, wait.” His fingertip that had started rubbing your still clothed bud paused it's motions as his eyes focused back on your face. “We can't do it. Not here.”

Ransom's finger went back to work, bringing a soft moan that you tried to suppress. “Why not? No one's gonna come here.” His other hand moved up your thigh to lift it. “Even if they did, they wouldn't notice.”

With an expert swing of his wrist, he moved your panties aside, letting the cold air that wandered inside the house hit you before his skilled middle finger entered you while still managing to rub your clit in circles with his thumb.

Adrenaline ran through your veins, fuel activating every nerve in your body and shaking away fear from your brain, replacing it with lust and boldness.

“I'm blaming you if we get caught.” Your hips jolted forward wanting to feel more of his hand, the contradiction between your words and actions, making him smirk.

He added a second finger. Knuckles deep and his cold ring slowly warming against the inside of your thigh, he said, “I'll take responsibility, sweetheart.” Pumping his fingers in and out, he felt your slick running down the back of his hand to his wrist, wetting his overly expensive watch and the cuff of his cozy sweater .“But I can't assure you we won't get caught.”

His words, instead of working as a bucket of cold water as one would expect, increased your need to be touched by him, the yearning for him to take you right there and then.

“Damn it, Ransom.” One of your hands flew to his shoulder to hold onto him for dear life. “I'm close.”

“You're not cumming unless I'm inside you, pretty thing.” At what point did he unfasten his belt and unzipped his trousers, you had no idea. The friction of his digits was gone in a second but the feeling of his already leaking tip rubbing against your most sensitive parts was enough to make you forget about those trifles.

Your lips opened, ready to tell him to keep his voice down when he suddenly thrusted home, stretching you out so deliciously that you had to cover your mouth to muffle the moan that threatened to inform everyone of your current activities.

Ransom's breathing hitched. Being inside you was a dream come true, feeling your walls enveloping his cock so fucking good… it was like you were made for each other, and he was going to prove it, even if his family didn't really get to know.

His hips started moving. Back and forth, back and forth. Delicately at first, letting you adjust to his size but the second he felt you throbbing around him, he increased the pace. Little by little his pounds gained power and energy.

Your whimpers –stuck in your throat, leaving only soft snuffles that crashed against Ransom's cheek, soon became more rapid, erratic and as his fingers dug in the flesh of your thigh to keep you still while he accommodated to go even deeper you heard a creaking noise.

Your boyfriend's blue eyes met yours, his movements never faltering despite the alert given by the dark wooden floor under your feet.

There was a conflict in your head, and Ransom could tell. The way you tightened and the pleading look on your face told different stories, yet Ransom knew they had the same ending.

Shaking your head, your eyes asked him not to do it, but you knew Ransom well enough to be sure that not even begging could stop him.

“You love it, don't you?” His smile grew bigger as his change of position allowed him to hit your sweet spot on and on, ripping high pitched whines from you and obligating you to close your eyes. “The thought of getting caught. The image of someone seeing how good I make you feel.” The placement of his foot, making the landing creak repeatedly each time he pushed up accompanying every word. “Fuck, you're talking me so well. Such a dirty girl, uh.”

His big hand yanked the strap of your dress down, exposing your left boob. Your already hard nipple was soon attacked by Ransom's fingertips. He'd pinch and twist it slightly, just enough to make your back arch in search of his touch.

Pleasure was overflowing your senses, you could feel your heart thudding in your ears and your legs losing strength. Your hand left your mouth to grip at the back of Ransom's neck to keep you from falling.

The sight of your lower lip trapped between your teeth didn't please Ransom. In other circumstances, he would've let you stay that way, as quiet as possible so no one would walk on you. This time though, it was his intention to rip the most delicious sounds from your lips so you thought of the possibility of his family listening.

And so, he lent to kiss you, passion and desire transmitted through his breath. His tongue asked for a permission that was not really required, but as you let it in, Ransom took the opportunity to bite down your lip.

With your lips forcefully parted and Ransom's restless hand traveling back to your bundle, you had no other option than to moan with each quick circle his digits drew.

A series of laughs and undistinguished words were heard from a distance. Both Ransom and you turned to see what they were about, stopping in your tracks with him still buried deep inside your needy cunt.

“Guess dinner's ready.” Unbothered about the information he just gave, he hid his face in the crook of your neck and resumed his movements.

A shaky oh, fuck fell from your lips as you felt the familiar knot in your stomach forming. Your head flew back, hitting the wall with a soft thud.

“Careful. We don't want to be obvious, do we?” You knew you were about to explode, and by the way your walls were clenching and your trembling body tried to separate from him, Ransom knew as well. “Let go, sweetheart.” A roar erupted from him as he felt you tightening around his length. “Cum for me.”

With a last, powerful thrust of his hips, you let out a silent scream. The coil snapped, making you see a kaleidoscope of colors behind your eyelids and listen to a loud ring in your ears.

Ransom followed right after, cursing as he finished inside of you, coating you with every last drop and making sure everything would stay there.

He slid out, leaving you with a feeling of emptiness as he zipped his trousers and took a step back to let you fix your appearance.

You managed to accommodate your dress just in time for Ransom's family to walk out of the room they were in to see you. Your agitated breathing and blushed cheeks, getting everyone's attention.

“Are you okay, dear?” Ransom's dad asked.

“She's fine.” Your boyfriend answered for you. “She's feeling a little sick. I better take her home.” He took you by the hand and helped you down the stairs to the door, which you thanked. Had he not done it, you would have tripped taking the first step.

“But she hasn't met grandpa yet.” Meg noted, furrowing her brows.

“It'll be next time.” And with that, Ransom took you out of the house and in the passenger seat of his car without giving anyone the chance to say goodbye.

When you were at a considerable distance, you sighed, letting out the air you didn't know you were holding.

“Just so you know, there won't be a next time.” You informed him, against your want to meet his grandfather.

“Why not?” He asked with a chuckle, already knowing the answer.

“Cause embarrassment won't let me come back in the near future.”

Behind an eye roll and a tap on your thigh, Ransom hid the triumphant grimace his perfectly carried out plan gave him.

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Prompt idea: Geralt gets a contract for a monster that has been sighted nearby. When he tracks it down, he is surprised to find mothman!Jaskier who (much like actual mothman) has an ass that won’t quit.

I just want you to know that Mothskier now lives in my head rent free 24/7. I love him. I would die for him. This is my new favorite emotional support au.

2k-ish words - please feel free to shove comments through the bars of my enclosure, I would really like that

art by the ever-wonderful @mawbwehownets, whose drawing of Mothskier made me legit cry.

tw: mild injury, brief blood mention, strangers to lovers

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“So what you’re saying,” Geralt raises an eyebrow slowly, curious, “Is that you need me to catch a monster that’s half man and half moth?”

“Yup.”

“Alright,” Geralt pinches the bridge of his nose with his thumb and pointer finger. The frustrated Witcher takes a slow breath to calm and center himself, before he ends up botching the entire contract-writing process. Humans tend to grow attached to the strangest monsters sometimes, and apparently this mysterious local being was no different. “Let me get this totally straight, so there are no mistakes or misunderstandings. You want me to capture this man-moth and get it out of your woods, but you don’t want me to kill it?”

“He’s called the Mothman, and he’s pretty damn stubborn about sticking around,” the aging farmer corrects Geralt with a little frown. Then his expression shifts and he smiles in a way that seems almost apologetic. “We were hoping you could find a way to relocate him without hurting or killing him, Master Witcher.”

“That’s completely possible, if he isn’t attached to this specific patch trees by any magical or biological means. You said his natural habitat is just… the forest?”

“As long as there's an abundance of pine around he seems pretty happy. Before he came to live with us, Mothman lived in a heavily forested area up the coast; or at least that’s what the historical records and local mythology seem to indicate.”

“That’s actually pretty helpful information to have on hand, I’m impressed,” Geralt nods. “Alright, Mr. Stevens. I promise to relocate the poor thing without killing or maiming him, and I’ll be sure to take him somewhere far enough away that your crops won’t be in danger. Thanks for calling me first instead of just going straight to an extermination service.”

“Honestly, Master Witcher,” the farmer sighs and readjusts his dirty baseball hat, “If it weren’t for the mischief he’s been getting into lately, we would have let him stick around until spring. I hate to admit it to a man as strong and stern-faced as yourself, but the poor creature is almost… adorable at times.”

“Well that’s a first,” Geralt chuckles, honestly amused by the situation he’s found himself in. “A monster being referred to as ‘adorable’ rather than ‘terrifying’. I’ve never heard such a thing in my many years of life.”

“Then you’d better prepare yourself, Sir Geralt. He’s got a pair of big blue puppy-dog eyes that’ll knock you on your ass if you aren’t careful. And that’s coming from a man who raised three daughters with dimples.”

“Hmm. Fuck.”

---

Geralt knows enough about moths to come up with a plan he thinks will work.

Before he heads into the woods to find and capture the poor wandering creature, the Witcher takes a detour through the lighting section of the nearest Lowe’s.

---

Unfortunately for Geralt, the farmer was right about the power of Mothman’s puppy dog eyes, which are big and blue and begin to water as soon as the Witcher’s net knocks him to the ground. The creature lies in a whimpering tangle of limbs beneath the heavy, magically enhanced restraints. Geralt takes an opportunity to look at what the locals called "a cryptid".

Mothman has a long, lithe body that's covered in a light layer of grey-brown fur, but his hair resembles that of a human’s, falling over those enormous blue eyes in a lovely chestnut fringe. When Mothman sees the swords on Geralt’s back he cries out in panicked recognition and tries to pull his arms up far enough to shield his face. The lamp Geralt used to lure him into the clearing is still bathing him in a pool of yellow light; it’s almost pretty for a monster, Geralt notes.

As the Witcher takes a step forward, the cryptid squeaks and buries his face against his own shoulder. His entire frame is trembling.

“Hey there, shhhhh,” the Witcher murmurs quietly. He drops into a squat and holds both hands up to show Mothman that they’re weapon free. Tears are now falling freely down the creature’s surprisingly human face; whoever or whatever this is, they are likely some kind of Fae. “I’m not here to hurt you, I just want to get you back through the veil.”

“Liar,” Mothman huffs. His voice has a surprisingly musical quality to it and Geralt is now sure of his Fae parentage (or grand-parentage).

“I promise I’m not lying,” Geralt reassures him, slowly crawling forward. When he reaches for the nearest corner of the net, he feels all of Mothman’s muscles go tense. “I’m going to lift this up and I am going to restrain you, but I swear that I’m not going to kill you. I wish to cause as little distress as possible. Is that alright, Mothman?”

The creature hisses and yanks his foot back away from where Geralt’s hand had nearly touched it. “Jaskier.”

“Hmm?” Geralt glances up, raising an eyebrow.

“My name is Jaskier,” the Fae repeats, glaring up from between the sections of woven rope that make up the heavy net. “Not Mothman.”

“My apologies, Jaskier,” Geralt bows his head. He words his introduction carefully, in case this thing can manipulate his name like others of his kind: “You may refer to me as Geralt.”

“That’s your real name,” Jaskier states. The Witcher’s head snaps up.

“How did you know?”

“Hmm,” Jaskier sticks his tongue out as he mimics the sound Geralt made earlier. “Not telli-AH! Stop! Oh go- gods, stop! Please!”

Geralt drops the short section of rope he’s trying untangle from around Jaskier’s ankle and snaps his eyes upwards, already searching for damage. “What’s wrong!?”

“My wing!” Jaskier bawls. His scent spikes out through the clearing, sharp with panic and pain. The creature’s chest begins to shake more violently than before, his shoulders shuddering with the rising force of his sobs, “It’s t-t-torn! Oh gods, my wing! Sir Witcher, p-please!”

Geralt freezes, his gaze settling on the torn section of Jaskier’s large, furry wing. It’s a nasty wound near one of the joints, a faint trickle of barely-luminescent blood has already dried around the edges. Jaskier tries to flutter it a little and screams in agony when the muscles shift too suddenly, shrilly enough that Geralt needs to cover his hypersensitive ears. The Witcher's heart crashes down into his boots; based on the way the shivering Fae has gone pale and silent, the pain is too much for him to process. He’s gone into shock.

A torn wing is exactly the kind of thing Geralt had promised the farmer (and the collective of townspeople he represented) wouldn’t happen to the peaceful moth creature if they hired a Witcher instead of an exterminator. He sighs and gives the strange being another once-over. “Everything's alright, Jaskier. You’re going to be alright. I’m so, so sorry that you've been wounded. We’ll get you out of this net and get you something for the pain, but it’s going to hurt a little to untangle you. Stay still, don’t struggle, and it’ll be over soon.”

“J-Just kill me,” Jaskier pants. He’s continuing to hyperventilate and Geralt needs him to calm down before he passes out. The Fae reaches a hand for the dagger at Geralt's waist and the Witcher twists out of reach with a frown. Jaskier sobs again, fingers still seeking, “I might n-n-never fly a-again so just k-kill me!”

“Breathe with me, Jaskier,” the Witcher instructs, forgoing patience and cutting through the net with that same dagger. He scoops Jaskier up into his arms, ignoring the keening sound at the back of Jaskier’s throat when his wing is jostled, and rushes the Fae to his truck, tucking him into the passenger’s seat and wrapping him in a large, fluffy blanket. “I’m taking you to my friend. She’s an expert at healing magical creatures and I'm certain that she'll get your wing fixed in no time.”

Jaskier doesn’t give an answer. When Geralt looks up into the creature’s face again, the injured Fae has already passed out.

---

Jaskier moves with all the grace of a newborn foal as he explores the room Geralt has provided for him. His wing has been inspected, treated, and bandaged by a rather scary sorceress named Yennefer, who glared at the Witcher the entire time she was caring for him. She had also taken one of Geralt’s old t-shirts and cut an enormous hole in the back for Jaskier’s wings to fit through. The shirt’s bottom hem falls to the middle of his thighs and the thick black material is softer than anything he’d ever felt before.

He hears a knock on the door and calls out, “It’s open!”

Geralt enters slowly, bearing a pair of pajama bottoms and a mug of tea. “I brought you some last minute supplies and - uh… I brought you some tea. Yen always likes some before she goes to sleep and I figured since this was a new place and new places can be scary that I should-”

“Thank you,” Jaskier interrupts, smiling shyly. His antennae twitch happily as he takes the offerings from Geralt's hands and the Witcher watches them with wide eyes. Jaskier carefully sets the pajamas and the tea on the nightstand before turning back to look at Geralt. “I will… see you tomorrow?”

Geralt gives one sharp nod. “Hmm.”

“Goodnight,” Jaskier sing-songs, taking a seat on the edge of the bed as Geralt exits.

From the other side of the closed door, Jaskier’s superior hearing picks up the Witcher’s final whisper: “Goodnight, Jaskier. I will always be sorry for causing you pain.”

The next morning he meets Geralt at the breakfast table, refreshed and ready to learn about the human world. He’s summoned a glamour in order to hide his more Moth-like traits, the only things that remain of his true nature are his wings and antennae; his fur is gone and he’s dressed in a pair of sweatpants and that same old shirt. The Witcher offers him a bowl of fruit and mug of something sweet-smelling. Jaskier glares into the mug with a slight pout to his lips before finally asking, “What is this?”

“Hot chocolate.”

Jaskier takes a sip and his antennae flutter, twitching happily as he swallows the best drink he’s ever had in his long life. He eats a strawberry from the bowl and slowly works his way through the hot chocolate, eyeing Geralt warily as the Witcher moves through the familiar kitchen to make his own breakfast.

“Where is Yennefer?”

“She went home,” Geralt shrugs.

“She isn’t your mate?”

“N-No,” Geralt sputters, turning to stare at the nervous young Fae. “Why would you think that?”

“You smell like each other.”

“We spend a lot of time together,” Geralt shrugs again. “Good friends, that’s all.”

“Hmm,” Jaskier mimics his host for a second time. Rather effectively by the annoyed twitch at the corner of Geralt’s mouth. “Just wondering.”

“Anything else you’re curious about?”

“Why don’t you have more lights?”

“Huh?”

“Lights,” Jaskier gestures around the minimalistic layout of Geralt’s open-concept kitchen/living room and its distinctive lack of lamps. He crosses his arms over his chest and leans forward against the dark marble countertop. The pout has gone from 'slight' to 'full-bore' and Geralt is clinging desperately to his braincell with how cute it looks. “It’s no fun.”

“You really like lamps, don’t you?” the Witcher replies, mouth dry. Jaskier huffs and takes another sip of his hot chocolate, antennae flickering back and forth in irritation. Geralt bites his lip to hide a smile; it’s too fucking cute, which is an odd thought for a Witcher to have.

“So what if I do enjoy a nice lamp or five in my living space?” Jaskier argues. "I'm a Moth of taste."

“No matter,” Geralt laughs quietly. “Finish your drink before it gets cold.”

---

Jaskier stays with Geralt for a few weeks while his wing heals, and for a creature whose sole interest seems to be fancy light fixtures, the Fae becomes a source of light in Geralt's own world. They go to a nonhuman friendly second-hand store to find Jaskier some more clothes and Geralt discovers the cryptid's love for oddly patterned shirts in bright colors. Jaskier chooses several to fill out his closet, as well as a sweater two-sizes too large in deep black (Geralt tries his best not to attach any meaning to this choice), a few pairs of pants, and a jean jacket that he declares, "Can be altered."

They watch movies together and make food together - Jaskier is always incredibly impressed by the way the automatic coffee maker works, and how easily Geralt can control the flames of the stove. Jaskier also follows the Witcher along on less dangerous hunts and helps bandage him up after worse ones, always there with a smile and a little kiss over the cleaned-up wound.

“It really is magic,” Jaskier always insists, lips pink and shining from licking them as he concentrates. "It makes you heal faster."

Geralt realizes one night - two weeks into Jaskier’s stay, as he leans against the doorframe and watches the strange creature’s even breathing - that he has gone and done the stupidest thing a Witcher can do: fall in love with a pretty, temperamental young Fae. Head over fuckin’ heels, actually.

So he makes a decision.

---

The next evening, after the dinner dishes have been cleaned and put away, Geralt herds Jaskier down the hall to the guest room. Those entrancing blue eyes blink up at him in obvious confusion. “Bedtime already?”

“No, not quite. I just- I made you… uh…”

“Do you have a surprise for me?” Jaskier asks, used to the Witcher's issues with verbalizing.

Geralt nods, relieved and thankful for the Fae’s steadfast understanding. “Do you want to cover your eyes or should I just open the door and show you?”

“I’ll close my eyes,” Jaskier smiles, covering his eyes with both hands. Geralt finds it adorable, as Jaskier always is, and allows himself a matching grin as he swings the door open. The ceiling light is off but Geralt has built a blanket fort at the center of the room and surrounded it with fairy lights of all colors and sizes. Inside the blanket fort is a mass of blankets and pillows; Jaskier has the odd habit of building nests - Geralt jokingly calls them cocoons - and sleeping in those on the floor instead of on the very comfortable mattress the Witcher has provided.

“Open them,” Geralt urges.

Jaskier pulls his hands away and Geralt watches as his pupils go huge and wide. Jaskier's face breaks out in the sunniest, most blindingly happy smile Geralt has ever seen. He turns and throws his arms around the Witcher, his wings fluttering behind him and his antennae twitching and flicking above his head. He tries desperately to speak but only manages a half-snuffled little “I’m-” before bursting into tears of joy.

Geralt just holds him, letting his arms fold carefully around Jaskier’s waist, just beneath his wings.

"I just wanted you to know that, if you wanted to stay, there would be room for you. Your room, if you want it."

"I do," Jaskier smiles, burying his face in the Witcher's neck. "I'd love to stay. I'd love nothing more than to spend my days going on adventures with you."

"Well then," Geralt gathers all of his courage and presses a soft kiss to the crown of Jaskier's head. He's met with happy spasms from the antennae so he does it again. And again. Moving from the top of the Fae's head to his cheeks and then his mouth - pretty and pink and pouting and so worth the trouble. "I suppose we can get started on our next adventure tomorrow."

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