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littleoanh · 2 years

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OMG! Your requests are back!!!

Since I miss your It Started With a Smile series. Can you give me a Ran request (yeah I know, again Lory lol)? I miss how you write about Ran I’m sorry 🥺

A scenario where Y/N and Ran broke up because she got jealous over a client or bonten partner who is vvv touchy to Ran. Ran got pissed about her jealousy and said bad things out of stress tho he didn’t mean it. Y/N left because she was hurt by his words. He tried to stop her but she’s been so out of her mind and tired already she just wanted to leave.

Ran’s been busy at work thanks to some problems Sanzu created and it’s been a month since the breakup. Ran being Ran who is hesitant to make the first move but missed Y/N so much always finds himself checking her apartment to see how she’s doing. You can add Rindou in this scene like giving Ran advice to just talk to her to end his misery 😅

Then one night, Ran found himself knocking at Y/N’s apartment halfdrunk telling how much he miss and need her soooooo bad like he’s about to burst. Y/N still loves him so she accepted him and calmed him down until he fell asleep in her arms.

Ran woke up a little confused then saw Y/N wrapping her arms aroung him and remembered what happened last night. He apologized over and over again until Y/N told him to stop and that she forgive him. And whats good in the morning with the one you love so much? SMUTTTTTT 🥰🥰🥰

I know you’ll pull this through like you always do! If you’re busy you can ignore. I’ll read and support anything you publish Albie!

Love,

Lory your darling ♥️

A/N: Lory, my darling, my love, don't ever be sorry for requesting Ran because I will always enjoy writing about him ❤️. You are so sweet for always supporting me, I hope you didn’t wait too long for this request!

Kiss and Make Up

Characters: Ran Haitani x fem!Reader

Warnings: Established relationship (rocky), alcohol consumption, reader is jealous, cursing, break up, Ran getting drunk, smut (kissing and making out, oral, nipple play, Ran calling reader ‘sweetheart’, ‘baby’ and ‘baby girl’, Ran playfully teases reader, unprotected sex, tummy bulge, and creampie), and comfort ending.

Special Thanks: To EB for proofreading and beta reading as always!

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“You’re overthinking this.” Rin comments while handing you a drink, you stare blatantly at a bombshell of a woman touch your boyfriend, Ran across the room. He doesn’t have the slightest guilt on his face nor makes eye contact with you. He is busy entertaining her, allowing her grubby hand to roam his toned arm. “He’s just doing his job.”

“Then he should set boundaries like I told him to do.” You sip a glass of alcohol curtly, swallowing a bit hard. He promised you that she wasn’t going to be here and here she is. Ran and you fought numerous times over this issue, how much you don’t like it when women flaunt themselves at him and him not making an effort to draw the line. You do a double take, shaking your head absurdly to make sure you’re seeing this correctly. She leans in closer to Ran, her giant tits brushes against Ran’s arm -it actually moves his arm back because they took up that most space- and giggles. “Rin, take me back to Ran’s.”

“[Y/n], it doesn’t-”

“Take me back to Ran’s.” You stand firm with your decision to leave, not wanting to witness some woman throw herself at him.

“Fine, let’s go.” Rin walks out with you, throwing one last glance at Ran before leaving. He is still not paying any attention to you.

You silently cry in the car with Rin trying to give you words of comfort. Rin offers to stay with you at Ran’s penthouse but you don’t want to burden him with your problems with Ran. You slowly take off your earrings while ambling your way to his master bedroom. Opening up the closet, you strip your clothes from the hangers that were not bought by Ran. Putting them into a small luggage, leaving his extra key and the cellphone he bought you, on the nightstand . You wait for him on the living room couch, feeling disappointed and hurt with every hour that goes by. It’s not until 3 AM when he finally unlocks the front door, kicking off his dress shoes, and untying his tie.

“Oh shit, [Y/n].” Ran is startled to see you sitting in the dimly lit living room. “I assumed you would be asleep by now. Come on, let’s go to bed.” Tirelessly approaching your figure.

“Are you sure you want to go to bed with me?”

“What?” Confusion spreads on his small face, “Who else would I want to go to bed with?”

“I don’t know, maybe that woman you said who wouldn’t be at the party.” Ran lets out a weary sigh and runs his long fingers through his short locks.

“Not this shit again. For fucks sake, I didn’t know she was going to be there.”

“That’s not the point, Ran.” You stand up to face him, feeling angry and upset. “I don’t care that you didn’t know. It’s how you completely disregard my feelings.”

“How exactly am I completely disregarding your feelings?” Ran snaps, “I’m here with you, aren’t I?”

“Six hours after I left the party, Ran.” Letting out an exhausting sigh, you already know where this is heading. “I can’t keep having this fight with you.”

“Then don’t.” He bluntly responds, “I’m sick and tired of having you getting all jealous all the goddamn time. It’s stupid and annoying.”

“Stupid and annoying?” The tone in your voice is sad, then turns into rage, “I wouldn’t be jealous if you knew how to set boundaries like we fucking talked about!”

“This is part of my job like I told you so many fucking times!” He yells back in vexation, “Mikey will have my head if we lose her as a business partner. If Mikey tells me to fuckin entertain her, then I will fuckin entertain her!”

“So if Mikey tells you to fuck her, you’re going to fuck her?!”

“YES, I WOULD!” Your body stiffens momentarily before melancholy consumes you. Without responding back, you pick up your small luggage hidden behind the couch and walk around him. “Where the fuck are you going?”

“I’m leaving you. I’m done with this.” Your voice is void of any emotions. Feeling fed up is an understatement. “You can go do your job like Mikey wants without having to deal with my stupid and annoying feelings anymore. Go fuck her for all I care.” The last sentence sends an ache in your chest.

“Fine, I will. It will be a nice change to have a different pussy who isn’t insecure all the time.” Ran spills out more angry words he doesn’t mean. You keep walking with your head up high, not looking back. “FUCK!” Ran screams while kicking a small trash can. “She’ll be back.” He feels assured of himself.

It’s been a month since the break up, Ran has been keeping himself occupied (more like taking care of Sanzu’s messes). The break up doesn’t hit him at first, only because he is confident you would come and knock on his door… but you never do. Maybe you need more time for yourself to realize you need him. One week goes by. Maybe you still need more space, the second week passes by. Maybe you were busy, now a third week. Where the hell are you and did you really forget about him? This is now the fourth week.

This is really getting to Ran, traces of yourself in his penthouse. Your strawberry pink headband in his bathroom, your bobby pins, your favorite pens… His bed feels way too big and cold without your warm presence, making it difficult for him to fall asleep. The mornings are the worst, there’s no more homecook scent. You would usually set up breakfast, make his coffee (better than he could ever make it), and pack his bento lunch. “Fuck, I miss you.” Talking into the empty bedroom. He can’t stand it, he needs to see you.

Driving on a familiar road to your old apartment, he could normally see you through your open window. You always seem like you are doing well. There’s that comforting smile on your face, making his heart ache. He misses the smiles that are meant just for him. The past week, he made a habit of driving by your old apartment to see you after work even though it’s the opposite direction of his penthouse. As long as he sees your charming face, it’s enough… or so he thinks. Your curtains are closed tonight. He feels unsettled not being able to see you. He knows you’re there though because the lights are on, but doesn’t know what you are doing.

Should he come up and knock on your door? No, you would probably slam the door in his face. Not feeling confident enough to face you, he meets up with Rin at the bar to drink away his misery.

“You’re a fuckin coward and stupid aniki.” Rin is infuriated at how Ran is handling this. “You obviously still have feelings for her. Go knock on her door to apologize and beg for forgiveness. Tell her how your life sucks without her. Go get your woman back, dumbass.”

Feeling the liquid courage, Ran drives back to your apartment again. Climbing up the wobbly stairs and knocking on your door loudly. A light switch and soft footsteps can be heard on the other side of the door, it takes a minute before you appear. Seeing your cute tired face and benevolent presence, breaks him down.

“R-Ran?” You stare startled when Ran drops to his knees with glistening tears in his lilac eyes.

“[Y/n], I-I miss you, I miss you so goddamn much.” He half drunkenly confesses to you with a crack in his voice, “I can’t take it anymore. This past month has been so fuckin miserable and it feels like I can’t breathe.” Wrapping his arms around your waist, he places his head against your stomach. It feels so good to have you in his arms even if it’s for a brief moment. “I can’t be without you. Please.” Ran doesn’t care how pathetic he sounds. “I need you. I need you so bad. If I don’t, I might die.”

“Are you able to stand, Ran?” Your voice is tender, his teary lilac eyes look into your soft gaze. His long legs are a bit wobbly but you manage to assist this tall lanky man up. “Let’s go to bed.” Surprised, you are not going to kicking him out or tell him to go fuck himself, Ran remains quiet, not wanting to ruin this moment.

You both make it to your bedroom without much trouble and you help remove his tie, shirt, and trousers because you still know his sleeping preference. “Come here.” Your bed is much smaller compared to his king size bed but it still fits two people. Opening your arms wide, Ran doesn’t hesitate to jump into them. He snuggles into your warm body. Bringing him instant relief and love he craved for.

You wrap your arms around him, stroking his back in a soothing rhythm. He wasn’t sure if he was imagining it, but he thought he heard you say you still love him. Even if it was his imagination, it helps him calm down and lulls him to sleep.

Something feels plush and warm on Ran’s face, his eyes gradually opening to find himself in your arms. “What…?” He pulls away from your small frame, confused how he ended up in your bed and in your arms.

“Hmm… Ran?” Your tired and adorable voice mumbles, making his heart race. Blinking away your sleepiness, you look at a confound Ran, “What’s wrong?”

“[Y/n],” his voice trembles, pulling you into his strong arms, “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. I shouldn’t have said all those words that I didn’t mean. I don’t need anyone else, I just need you. You are the only woman who matters to me. I-”

“Ran,” Cupping his cheeks for him to stop, “it’s okay, I forgive you.”

“Really?” There are so many emotions in his downturned eyes.

“Really.” Ran couldn’t stop himself, leaning into your face and kissing your lips. It has been too long since he last kissed you. He misses how soft your lips are, how good you make him feel. The spark is still there. Reciprocating back, the two of you feel the need to be closer and the smacks of your lips sound more urgent,filling the void that had been missing for a month.

Breaking apart, even though he didn’t want to, “Let me show you how much I love you.” Giving him a quick nod, Ran lightly pushes you back down on the bed. “I miss your cute little nose.” Giving your nose a peck. “Miss your soft cheeks.” Kissing both cheeks. “Miss your scent.” Trailing his lips down to your neck and nipping your shoulder. His large hands grope your tits, massaging them and making you whine. Ran misses touching them, “Your perfect tits.” Pulling your tank down to spill your tits, the cold air makes your nipples pebbled. His long fingers roll and pull one of them while he latches his tongue on the other.

“Mmm, Ran.” You arch your back, missing his warm tongue tease with your sensitive nipples. Feeling your pussy throb and wet your panties. Normally he would place harsh bites and sucking your breast hard but not today. Ran wants to show you his softer side. He moves his kisses from your tits down to your navel and tugging your shorts.

“Lift your hips a little, sweetheart.” You do what he requests,smoothly remove both your shorts and panties. Laying on his stomach, he grips your leg, kissing your inner thighs, bringing lovely sounds to his ears. His downturned eyes stare at your glorious glistening pussy. Sticking his tall nose into your pussy and taking a big whiff. “Fuck, I miss how your pussy smell.” His clothed cock is leaking with pre cum and twitch against the mattress.

“Rannnn, please I need you.” You plead with him, reaching your hand out and he intertwined his fingers with yours.

“I got you, baby.” His warm and wet tongue, licking from your opening slit to your clit. Making you writhe underneath him. “Taste so fuckin good.” Diving in like a starve man, eating your pussy so fuckin well. His tongue laps your bundle of nerves, slowly slipping two fingers in to feel you clench around his digits. Letting out breathing moans, sucking your clit and thrusts his fingers to bring you closer to orgasm.

“Ah, Ran! S’close!” Your hips buck, having him follow your movements and then he wraps his tongue around your clit before biting it. You let out a pleasurable scream, your thighs shaking and you cum into Ran’s mouth. He licks up your juices, not wanting to waste a drop.

Ran sits back up, his huge bulge pressing against his boxers. He takes off his boxers, stroking his erect cock. You are about to sit up, wanting to give him pleasure but he stops you. “Lay back down.”

“But, don’t you want me to suck your cock?”

“As much as I would love to have you gag on my cock,” He softly grins, “I can’t wait much longer. I need to feel you, right now. Is that alright?” You nod, lay back down and spread your legs more. Rubbing his cock against your wet slit, he pushes his tip in and feels the tightness. He groans, “Fuck, baby.” Pushing in slowly, wanting you to feel every inch of his cock before bottoming out.

“S’big.” Feeling how full he is inside of you. Ran smirks, wanting to tease you a little bit.

“Is it? You have taken me so many times, sweetheart. See here?” Ran press on the bulge on your tummy, making you mewl. “I’m this far into you.” Starting with gentle thrusts, practically kissing your cervix with his tip. “Feeling bliss already? I haven’t done much yet.” He handsomely chuckles, leaning down on your body, “I’ll bring you to heaven.” Lifting your thighs to press against your chest and savagely fucking you. He was planning on just making slow love, but the way your face looks all fucked out, brings out his feral self.

Ran slams his cock into your seeping hole, listening to its squelching sounds and hearing your fuck out moans. Your tits are bouncing with every thrust, the bed is creaking and hitting against the wall. He doesn’t know how thin your walls are, but he doesn’t care as long as you feel good. Your eyes are rolling back, feeling a tight knot in your stomach, and the intense pleasure it’s making your mind blank out.

He captures your lips, messily making out and taking in all your cute noises. Your velvet walls clenches hard on his cock. “Cum for me. Needa feel you cum on my cock.” Slipping his hand down in between your bodies, rubbing your clit just the way you like it. Throwing your head back, releasing the knot in your stomach, and you cream on his cock hard. “Fuck, that’s it baby. What a good girl.” Praising you while continuing to play with your clit until you come down from your high.

Looking into his gorgeous face and cupping his cheek, “I-I love you, Ran.” You manage to tell him after regaining your breath. A soft smile appears on his thin lips, leaning against your loving touch and kissing your palm.

“I love you too, baby girl. Love you so fuckin much.” Rutting his cock, feeling his orgasm approaching, “Can I make you mine again?” You nod, he places his hand against your cheek. “I need you to say it. Please.”

“Please make me yours again. I’m only yours.” Ran’s heart bursts with joy, giving you a passionate kiss while chasing after his orgasm. Groaning in your mouth as he spilled his seed into your womb. Leaving his cock in there a bit longer, making sure you take all of his cum. Pulling out, little trinkets of him spill out and he pushes his cum back in.

“Need to keep this in, baby girl.” Laying back down on your bed with his finger still plugged into your swollen hole and you whimper. “All mine.” Place tender kisses on your face. “Don’t ever leave me again.”

“Don’t give me a reason to.” Ran looks at you, there is a serious expression on your face. This was clearly his fault for pissing you off.

“Alright, fine.” He admits his faults, “I’ll be more careful with my words and do better with setting boundaries.” You lean in to give him a quick kiss on his lips. “Thank you for giving me another chance.” Ran returns with more loving kisses, promising to not make the same mistake again.

[End]

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suyacho · 10 months

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For your fluffy Friday event:

Can I please request Terano South (my husband lol) or Kakucho hitto if you don't want to write for South holding his newborn baby for the first time looking at their baby with ah

hi ofc!! tysm for sending something in, sadly i don't write for south but i hope kakucho will do just fine & that this is what you asked for I got a bit carried away </3

content warnings: fem!reader - mentions of giving birth - kaku gets a babygirl!! - 800 words - no beta

Kakucho watched your relieved face as the cries of your precious baby girl filled the room, giving your hand a gentle squeeze and rubbing his thumb over it. “You did it my love, I’m so proud of you.” he spoke sweetly, never having left your side even once during the whole delivery.

“Thank you Kaku.” you smiled at him tiredly, being the happiest in the world at this moment but also extremely exhausted, giving birth was one hellist process. “Sir, would you like to do the honors?” the delivery nurse asked, handing him a sterile pair of scissors. “Thank you.” Kakucho answered, grabbing them with slightly shaky hands and giving you one more look before carefully cutting the baby's umbilical cord, trying to be as gentle as possible.

Slowly, the realization of him being a dad sinking in, not being able to help the big smile on his face, putting the scissors down as he watched his precious girl taken by the doctors, for the check ups.

“She’s beautiful, just like her mom.” Kakucho whispered and you smiled, relaxing as he grabbed your hand once again, feeling like you could finally rest easy knowing your baby was safe and sound. “You always know how to flatter me, don’t you?” you teased him and Kakucho just laughed.

The two of you continued speaking until the nurses were done with the checkups, holding your baby, all cleaned up and wrapped in a cloth, your face glowing with awe. “Would you like to hold her, miss?” the nurse smiled at your excitement, carefully handing you the baby.

“Hi baby.” you spoke softly, holding her in your arms, tears pricking in your eyes, daring to roll down your cheeks. Everything was just slowly sinking in for the both of you. “She got your hair Kaku.” you sniffled, gently caressing her with one finger, not being able to stop down the tears. “We did it my love.” Kakucho smiled, fighting back his tears as he watched the two of you, a new chapter of your lifes starting itself in this room. “You have your own family again Kaku.” you looked at him, a big smile plastered on your face as the tears rolled down, sending him over the edge.

“I love you so much, thank you for giving me the chance.” Kakucho mumbled, gently pressing a kiss to your forehead, melting at the way the baby seemed to be smiling at the kiss. “Stop– you’re gonna make me cry a river.” you tried to laugh the tears off, melting at the tiniest movements your baby made.

“Sorry my love.” Kakucho laughed, giving you another kiss as some sort of apology.

“Want to hold her Kaku? Plus… I’m kind of getting tired.” you giggled, holding her out carefully so he could grab her.

“Thank you, you rest easy okay?” Kakucho reassured you, sitting down with the baby in his eyes, a wave of emotions washing over.

“Hi princess.” Kakucho spoke softly, talking to his precious baby girl like she understood what he was saying, all of this still lowkey feeling like an unreal dream to Kakucho.

“It’s me, your dad.” he laughed nervously, recalling the times he’d be on his knees, talking to your bump after a long day of work. “Your mom’s a bit tired right now, but I promise I’ll keep you safe… forever.” “I hope we can get along well, my princess.”

“Thank you for fulfilling my dreams.” he whispered, barely under a breath, glancing over at you, smiling at your half sleepy figure. “Thank you both.”

Kakucho still couldn’t fully believe that this was real. After all of the years he spent being hurt, around violence, struggling to come by and all alone, slowly came to an end when you came around. You understood him like no other, always supported him and was on his side when no one else was. Bit by bit, his life started getting better, opening a chance for him to start over, to have his own family and finally go on the right path, leaving the hardships he went through to survive behind.

The thought of kids started when he started volunteering for the underprivileged orphans, seeing himself in some of these kids and always telling you all about it. It made you happy to see him shine with such excitement, especially after knowing everything he went through. So when the news of your pregnancy came, he couldn’t be happier.

And here he was, holding his precious baby girl, his smile almost as big as the day he promised to be yours forever. The pure ecstasy of being a dad sending him over the moon, whispering sweet nothings and imagining the way he’d spoil you.

The fear of being a new dad, leaving his body for a moment as he held his baby in his arms. As long as he had you on his side, it somehow felt like he’d be fine and be ready to give you and his precious baby the world.

In the end, it’ll be all okay, as long as he had you two.

#fluffy friday #kakucho fluff #kakucho x reader #kakucho x reader fluff #snow writes; drabbles #tokyorev fluff #tw birth #cw birth #snow writes; fluff

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lcvenderblues · 2 years

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six stops 🌘

It only takes six stops on the bus for Jake to become completely smitten with you (and then a seventh for him to notice).

pairing: jake lockley x gn!reader

warnings/tags: mild language, brief/vague description of mild harassment on public transportation (not main pairing), meet-cute, forced proximity, fluff, mutual pining, strangers to lovers (sort of), jake has resting bitch face, soft!jake lockley supremacy, no beta we die like harrow, mdni/18+ blanket rule!!!

wc: 3.5k

a/n: so i never thought i'd write a jake fic before finishing the follow up to indulgences, but one comment from @redahlia-writes about jake on public transport and this just sort of... spat itself out lol. i am a firm advocate for soft!jake, so please enjoy this silly little bus meet-cute-ish.

p.s. i've tried my hand at gn!reader, i apologize if it slips into any gendered language or depictions at any point!

The first time Jake sees you, it's because you have nowhere else to sit.

It's morning. He's been up all night. He's seen a lot of things, done a lot of things. He's exhausted. He's surly because he doesn't have his car, and he has to sit on this stupid, crammed, too-hot bus. He's ready to go home.

He can feel you eyeing the seat next to him warily, eyeing him warily— after all, the entire bus is packed like a can of sardines, so everyone else has left that seat open for a reason, and Jake thinks it may have something to do with his face. From what he understands, his usual expression isn't the most approachable or welcoming; which, honestly, has been pretty helpful. People usually don't bother him that way. And that's the way he likes it.

You, however, don't really get much of a choice in the matter. There isn't even a bit of room anywhere else— he's watched you check, vigorously— so you resign yourself to it, coming towards him somehow hesitant yet hurried at the same time, trying to get a seat before the bus starts moving again and you get hurled into the sea of seats and people.

He watches you sit down at the very edge, putting as much space as you possibly can between the two of you without completely falling off your seat. You glance up at him nervously, meeting his eyes, and when he watches you practically freeze under his gaze, he finds himself feeling three things at once.

First, part of him wants to laugh. He can't help but find it funny that the same body that has people jostling it around, practically pushing it over when Steven inhabits it, receives this kind of reaction when he fronts, simply by the way he holds himself, moves his muscles.

Second, he feels a mix of relief and satisfaction. He's tired, and he hadn't counted on having to sit next to anyone. At the very least, he knows he won't have to worry about you planning on bothering him. He's not sure he'd have the energy, or the patience to deal with that.

Lastly, he feels... guilt. You've done nothing to him. You're just there for a ride from one place to another, same as him. And you look just as thrilled at the prospect of sitting next to him as he is. He thinks of what it'd be like if you caught the bus any other day, with Steven or Marc on it, instead. Steven would probably be thrilled to sit next to you, as opposed to someone else who might stick their bony elbows in his sides or pile their belongings on his side of the seat— or, he'd just be sleeping. Marc would keep to himself, but he'd still be polite and lean towards the other side, give you some extra room. The very least Jake can do is try not to make you fear for your life for your entire morning commute.

So, he smiles at you. At least, he tries to.

He has a feeling it comes out awkward and uncomfortable— He knows how to do a sinister grin, or something smug and charming (that one usually works well on the ladies), but he doesn't feel like either of those would help him much, here. He's not used to politely smiling at strangers on public transport. But, he tries, for you.

Whatever his face does, it works, somewhat. You return the smile, very quick, still nervous, and equally awkward, before you're hurriedly looking away, but you've scooted up the seat so you're not about fly off if the bus makes a sharp corner. And he watches some of the tension leave your body as you relax against the backrest a little.

He turns away, leans his head back, and closes his eyes. There. He's done his dues, and is free to ignore you for the rest of the trip, guiltlessly.

And he does, for a good several minutes, until the bus turns a sharp corner and lurches you right into him, despite the generous amount of space in between the both of you.

There's a chorus of groans and grumbling from the other passengers, who, by all accounts, fared a lot worse. But you had the singular luck of smashing into him, who nobody else dared sit next to; whose eyes you could barely meet, just a few minutes ago. And now, you're scrambling off of him, looking up at him, absolutely mortified.

"I'm so sorry!" You blurt, in spite of your total lack of control over the bus's movements, and pause for a moment before repeating yourself about a thousand times over. The tension is back with a vengeance; Your mouth is a fountain of apologies and your body is a stiff, rigid line bracing itself for his response, though it's almost like you're determined not to let him, as he can barely get a word in.

Any irritation he'd felt wasn't directed at you to begin with— though, he had several choice words for the driver— but even if it had been, he's sure it would have all melted away the moment he saw the look on your face, heard your profuse apologies. Something strange tugs at his chest, and he's suddenly struck with the notion that, he doesn't actually want you to be afraid of him.

"—Hey, it's alright." It takes a bit before you finally let him butt in to speak; and when he does, you're still looking at him nervously. "Not your fault, cariño."

The pet name slips out on accident; just some subconscious effort to get that look off your face and you to stop apologizing before you turn blue. But he's not anticipating the way your eyes go a little wide, and your shoulders fall slightly, and your whole body seems to draw downwards, like you've melted a little bit.

You avert your eyes again— shy, this time. Not scared.

Oh.

He's usually a bit smoother with this kind of thing; and it's usually intentional. Still, he feels an odd warmth thinking about the fact that, in spite of the very rocky beginning, he managed to fluster you without even trying; and the way that, though you won't look at him, you still sit a little closer than before.

You meet his eyes once more during your trip— well, he catches you staring. You look back at your lap again just as quickly, and nervously start to pick at a thread on your pants. But your back is relaxed, not rigid.

Your stop comes not long after. You get back up to leave, and share another quick, awkward smile, before you're back down the aisle and out the door. Jake sits alone, again, for the rest of the way home— and finds he didn't really mind sharing the bench. Not with you.

***

The second time Jake sees you, you're sitting elsewhere.

The bus is less full, this time. It'd be odd to come up and sit next to a stranger when there's a bunch of other seats available. But he can't deny there's a tiny twinge of disappointment in his chest.

You're a few rows ahead, you probably didn't even see him. Or so he reasons with himself; Because he'd like to think that if you had, you'd have given him another awkward smile before taking your seat. Maybe a seat a little closer to him, than where you're currently sitting.

The man that approaches you must not have gotten the memo, though, about sitting next to strangers when there's other available seats, because Jake watches him plop down on the one right next to you, and begin to chat you up. He can't hear the conversation, from here, but he doesn't need to— he can see the way your body goes rigid, the tense line of your neck, the way you're shuffling closer and closer to the window, further and further away from him.

As soon as the bus stops moving, he doesn't need to think twice before he's getting up, and making his way over to your bench, with his best "I will kill you" face.

You see him first— and draw the man's attention to Jake and his murderous expression. Something that could only be called sheer terror fills his face, and he seems frozen in place. For a moment, Jake worries you might react the same way, thinking you're out of the frying pan and into the fire; that you'll look at him with that terrified look like you did when you first approached his seat that other day.

But you're looking up at Jake like he's your very own guardian angel, with those same eyes you gave him when he called you cariño last time. Nobody's ever looked at him like that before, and he thinks he could get used to it.

Jake could yank the man out of his seat, curse him out in Spanish. Lord knows, he wants to. But he doesn't want to make an unnecessary scene or invoke the ire of the bus driver, not in front of you. He settles for giving the man a very pointed look and a gesture at his seat, which seems to shake him out of his paralysis. The man glances between him, and you, and back to him, and promptly takes off, practically running.

Jake takes his place beside you, then, trying to keep a respectful distance, and to look a little less homicidal. He still sits close; but you don't seem to mind.

You're still looking at him like that, and he thinks he might get shy and start blushing, if you keep it up.

"Thank you," you say, sincerely. You offer your name, and your hand.

He takes both. Your skin is soft against his, and gives him that peculiar warm feeling in his chest again, as he holds your hand carefully in his own, shaking it once. "Jake," he murmurs. "Es de nada."

The smile you give him when you let go is warm this time, not awkward. He's pretty sure the one he returns is still a little more of the latter, but it's okay. You don't mind that, either.

You continue on in silence for a few more minutes, and he steals glances at you; afraid you might catch him staring this time. You do, once— but you just give him another smile and look away again.

He thinks of nothing more for the rest of the trip, rolling the syllables of your name over his mind, the way you looked up at him burned onto the back of his eyelids.

***

The third time Jake sees you, it's late, and the bus is empty, save for the both of you. You come and sit right next to him, this time without hesitation.

This time, you look exhausted— practically asleep on your feet. But you perk up little— a lot— when you see him, and you smile, and even greet him properly. It makes the warm feeling flare up in his chest once more.

"Hi," you say softly, plopping down beside him. You don't bother to keep a 'respectful' distance.

"Hi," he says back.

A pause. "It's sure packed in here."

This is... new. You're making conversation. He supposes, on an empty bus, you wouldn't have picked the seat right next to him just to sit in silence the whole way. Once his brain catches up to your joke, he gives an amused little exhale. "Yeah, it sure is."

Another pause. He supposes maybe he should try to make some conversation, too. "What are you out so late for?"

Your eyes roll a little. "Work party, thing." You don't seem to be too torn up about leaving. "Just glad it's over." The warmth comes back to your face, your eyes, when you look at him again. "You?"

Ah, shit.

He clears his throat a little. "Work stuff, too. Not a party, though." He sees your face shift to intrigue, alarm bells go off in his head, and he does his best to steer the conversation elsewhere. "What do you do?"

"I'm a librarian," you tell him. It suits you, he thinks. He can picture you putting books away on shelves, giving people recommendations, scanning them out for them. It's a sweet image. He wonders where you work; could Steven have seen you, or even met you at some point, and it just slipped Jake's notice? Something twinges inside him at the thought. "How about you?"

He should have known that question was coming; he set himself right up for it. What to tell you? "...Personal assistant," he settles on. "Sort of. A lot of odd jobs for this old rich guy." He doesn't look around, but he's willing to bet that if he did, he'd see the god somewhere giving him a death glare right now. He just prays you don't press much further.

"Oh." You nod, either satisfied with the answer, too tired to ask any further, or wholly uninterested. Whatever the case, he heaves a mental sigh of relief. "A businessman," you add after a moment, with a yawn that you cover with your fist.

He chuckles a little bit, to himself. "You could say that."

"Well, you've got the face for it," you say. He blinks blankly at you for several moments.

"...'Cause you... look like you mean business..." You elaborate hesitantly, and begin to snicker.

He doesn't quite understand your sleep-addled humor so much as he likes the sound of your laugh. And, he supposes it's a relief that you think of his lethal expression as something funny as opposed to something to be feared. And, maybe it's just so ridiculous it's a little bit funny. Whatever way, he can't help but laugh with you.

It takes him a little to notice that your laugh's died out, and you've fallen silent. He glances back at you to see you watching him with those wide eyes again, soft smile on your face. Your eyes fall to your lap quickly when you realize you've been caught, but the smile remains. You give another small laugh, like you're trying to brush off the moment. "Thought you wanted to bite my head off, that first day. You looked like you did," you say.

That makes his face fall a bit, and the warm feeling in his chest seems to crumple a little, in spite of the lighthearted way you said it. "I'm sorry," he says, soberly. "It was a..."

"Rough day?" You fill in for him.

He nods. "Yeah."

You smile generously. "It's okay. We all have those. All's well that ends well." You say the last bit with another glint of humor, an inside joke you're both in on. Your mouth falls open in a yawn once more.

"You're tired," he says. The observation isn't groundbreaking so much as his concern is; especially to him.

You wave it off. "Just a long day."

Well, you definitely handle those better than he does. "I shouldn't keep you up," he protests, still, like he's the only thing standing between you and getting some rest; like you weren't the one who came and sat down next to him and started the conversation, to begin with.

"You aren't," you insist, rubbing at your tired eyes, pulling slightly at your face. "Besides, I need to stay up. Can't fall asleep on the bus. I'll miss my stop."

The offer is out of his mouth before he's even really thought about it. "You can. I'll wake you."

You stop and look at him, eyes a little wider, tentative. "Really?"

Maybe it was a little forward of him. He wouldn't trust just any stranger enough to sleep beside them and rely on them to wake him up. He's not just a stranger to you anymore, though. (Or so, he hopes.) So, he nods in response.

You pause for a moment. "...Then I'll miss talking to you."

The weird, warm feeling in his chest is back again. You'd miss talking to him. This is the most— actually, the only time you've really spoken thus far. Truth be told, he does like talking to you, too. But Jake isn't good at small talk. It's difficult for him; Most of his life isn't meant for your ears. And you keep yawning, and your eyelids look so heavy. He can practically feel the exhaustion radiating off of you. It's a feeling he knows all too well himself.

"It's okay," he placates. "Just get some rest, cariño."

You gaze at him a moment longer, the warm, soft look he's come to expect when he calls you by that name. And then you're gently laying your head on his shoulder, and closing your eyes.

His mind blanks for a moment. You're warm, and soft. You smell like fresh laundry. And you're resting your head on his shoulder to sleep.

When his thoughts return to him, he feels a sudden surge of duty. He doesn't think he's ever had a greater honor bestowed upon him than your trust. Forget being the avatar of an ancient Egyptian deity, being your personal travel pillow and alarm clock is the most important thing he's ever done in his entire godforsaken life.

He can hear his inner cynic, or maybe it's just the moon god himself— calling this a distraction, reminding him that he has no room in his mind, or his life, for something like this. Someone like you. That, if you could see the blood on his hands, you'd run.

They're things he already knows well. But just for this moment, they don't matter. They're not true. How could they be, when your frame fits so perfectly lying against his? When it feels like this to have you close?

He keeps watch over you as your breathing evens, glares at the bus driver for all the harsh breaks and sharp turns, glares out the window at the potholes, though you never stir. (He'd drive his limo so carefully, if he had you sleeping in the passenger seat, he thinks.) He keeps an eye on the door, but nobody else ever boards. It's just the two of you, the whole way down.

It's over far too soon. He's already missing the weight of you leaning against him when he gently lays a hand on your knee, nudging you awake. "Your stop, cariño."

You open bleary eyes and pull away from him regretfully; and maybe it soothes him just a little that you look as loathe to leave him as he is to watch you go.

You stand and hold his gaze for a few more moments. "Thank you," you say drowsily, a sleepy smile on your face. The bus won't wait forever, though. You turn at last and make towards the front door.

You've only made it about halfway up the aisle, when you freeze, spin on your heel, and hurry back to stand in front of him.

He fixes you with a puzzled gaze, which you don't see; you're rifling through your bag frantically for... something. You pull out a folded, slightly scrunched piece of paper, and hold it out to him.

"I... wanted you to have it," you say, a little flustered.

It's your phone number, scrawled out under your name. You wrote it out in advance, to give to him. The warm feeling in his chest flares hot, and he knows in that instant, that even if he never calls it, he'll keep it forever, guard that piece of paper with his life, treasure it as long as he lives.

You're still looking at him like you have something more to say; like you're working up the courage for it. He waits with bated breath.

It's awkward and a little messy and rushed, and you have to rest your hands on the seat as you lean over to keep your balance, but you lean in, and press a kiss against his cheek.

Your lips are a lightning strike directly to his heart. The warm feeling cracks, bursts, spreads through his whole body.

You get shy again, after you pull back. You give him a little wave and then you're scurrying off, apologizing effusively to the disgruntled bus driver who's grumbling about how he doesn't have all night. If he grumbles from the moment you step off, all the way until Jake finally gets off at his own stop, he doesn't even notice. He's too preoccupied with the piece of paper he's tucked carefully in his pocket, sticking his hand in and checking to make sure it's still there every so often.

***

The bus is cramped, and full the next morning, again. Someone— a stranger— takes the seat beside him with little fuss, and doesn't look terrified. He's puzzled.

It's only when he catches his reflection in the window as he idly thumbs the piece of paper still tucked in his pocket, he realizes— he's smiling.

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When in Brazil - Sunshine

pairing: Hinata x f!reader genre: SMUT wc: 6.6k warnings: fingering, oral, body worship, praise kink, hinata with big dik

[a/n]

I said to myself, lets make this quick and short. lol yea sure

No beta. This is Spartaaaaa

My brain went bzzt bzzt after this.

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“Are there any more deliveries for me, y/n?” The ginger asks while beaming at you like he hasn’t been delivering orders under the heat of the sun across Rio the whole afternoon.

“We’re all good, Shoyo.” You smile back. He’s such an earnest part-timer that your mood just lifts up whenever you see him. You rarely find anyone like him. Even though he’s just delivering orders for the diner, he’s so dedicated to it. He’s not like one of your previous delivery guys who grumbles before and after work as if they’re not getting paid. Shoyo is different. His eyes are full of life, full of purpose.

You like seeing him around because his sincerity and politeness makes you feel like you’re not just some dumb waitress in some small diner. Aside from pleasing to talk to, he’s also pleasing to look at. He’s like a cute boy-next-door kind of guy.

“I’ll be going ahead then!”

“Wait!” He turns around with an inquisitive look on his face. You want to keep him around longer for tonight. It’s been a rough day for you and you could use some sunshine. “Actually, I’d appreciate some help closing up. I’ll serve you something for dinner in return.” His face brightens up at your request. There it is. Mr. Sunshine, indeed.

“Sure, y/n! Just tell me what to do.”

He’s an efficient help to have. What you usually do in 40 minutes or so was done in just 20.

“Wow, I should ask you to help out more often,” you say jokingly. “No problem, y/n! I can help out after deliveries.”

You wave your hand frantically. “Oh no no no. I was just kidding, Shoyo. I can’t always give you dinner. The owner would notice when we do inventory.” You laugh apprehensively.

“You don’t have to! I don’t mind staying for a few minutes to help out after deliveries.”

You stare at him with an appreciative smile on your face. Bless his pure heart. Boys in Brazil could learn from him. “Alright. I’ll be in the kitchen to prepare your food real quick.”

He seats himself in one of the vacant lounges, grinning at you as you enter the kitchen. Since it was just him, you get it done in ten minutes or less. When you get out of the tiny room, he’s like a puppy salivating at the tray you’re holding.

“Here you go, sir.” You jokingly say.

He doesn’t respond as his eyes twinkle at the food you laid out in front of him. Poor Shoyo. He must have been starving or maybe he’s just glad for the free food.

You decide to clean up the kitchen and the counter while you wait for him to finish, but he ate so fast that he’s done before you are.

When he sees you still occupied, he takes it upon himself to get his used cutleries and wash it. He easily finds where to put them and he even wipes the table he sat on. If ever he asks you for another job, you’d instantly recommend him to the owner to replace one of the staff who’s basically a sloth.

You two almost finish at the same time.

“Thank you so much for the dinner, y/n.” He bows. You’re thrown off at first, but you remember that he’s from Japan.

“Thank you, Shoyo. Seriously. The help is nothing compared to the food.” You get out of the cashier and get your bag. You remove your apron and shove it there before leading him out of the diner as you lock it up.

“I’ll walk you home, y/n.”

You wave your hand dismissively. He’s done so much already. “No, it’s fine. You must be tired.”

He shakes his head in disagreement. “Not really! I wanna walk a bit too, but if you’re uncomfortable with it, I-”

“It’s okay!” You interrupt him. You do appreciate it if he’d accompany you home. You just thought he’s doing it to be kind and polite. “It’d be nice to chat with someone on the way home.” You tell him. He keeps his bicycle at his right while you’re at his left.

Even as the night is fully settled in, Shoyo’s energy is still soaring as he narrates why he’s here in Rio. No wonder his eyes are always gleaming vividly. He wants to accomplish something badly that he traveled halfway across the world in a foreign country. And as you get sucked in his story, you don’t notice you’re at your apartment already.

“I live right here. Do you wanna come in for tea or beer or whatever?” You invite him, wanting to hear more of his Volleyball journey. He seems glad from your invitation. Maybe he wanted someone to talk about it too.

“I’m okay with just water.”

You open your door and hold it out open for him. “You sure?”

He nods sprightly which makes you smile at the pure innocence he exudes. He eyes your whole place when he gets inside. “Wow. You live all alone, y/n?”

“Uh huh. I don’t like having roommates.”

“I think I’d get more homesick if I lived all alone,” he remarks.

From being awed, you begin to feel bad for him. It must be really tough to be so far away. “Well, you can always come here if you feel like talking or stuff,” you offer earnestly. You don’t mind him visiting every now and then. He’s such a positive energy amongst the dread of your everyday routine that’s constantly draining you. Also, You can’t imagine him being one of those guys who just hang out to get a slice of action.

Since then, he frequently came over.

On the days when he had deliveries for your diner, he’d help you close up. Instead of getting him dinner from the small diner, you two would get something on the way to your apartment or you’d fix him a quick meal when you get there.

He’s a comfortable company. Because he’s quite the talker, he never runs out of things to say. He not only talks about his life in Japan, but also here in Rio. You practically know all his friends here just from his stories.

“Didn’t they say anything when you wanted to leave?” You prod when he opened up missing his family. “They did, but they still pushed me to do it. They know what’s it for, and they know I’ll be back.”

“What about your girlfriend?”

A soft blush surfaces on his cheeks as he chuckles nervously. “I don’t have one.”

“Oh? Who’s the cute girl in your wallpaper then?” You’ve seen it several times when he looks at the time with his phone.

“She’s our Volleyball manager and a really good friend,” he explains as he gets his phone to show you something. “She’s been with the team since I was a first year.” He shows you a photo of him, a black-haired guy who’s probably Kageyama, and the cute blonde girl.

Your attention all goes to him, his innocent beam at the camera while his arms are sprawled in the air. “Oh my God,” you exclaim while staring at the photo.

“You were so skinny!”

You look back and forth from the screen of his phone to him, comparing how he looked like then and how he looks like now. You pull your chair closer to him so you can scrutinize him more. He looked so young and pure back then. Literally, just a kid.

“Wow.”

You gape at him, marveling at how his features have changed so much. Even if he still has that baby face, his face has definitely gained structure. And the scrawny boy in the photo? You can’t find that anymore with the Shoyo in front of you right now. He even has a nice tan going on that suits him so well.

Without thinking, your hands fly to his shoulders to grasp the muscle he’s built after high school, squeezing them firmly before trailing down to his well-defined chest. Damn, he really put some nice work to achieve this. You drag your hands down to see how his abs are and holy crap, he’s fucking lean.

Your gaze drops further just below where your hands are and see a faint outline of what he’s hiding beneath his shorts.

“Ah!”

You immediately remove your hands off of him and raise your palms in mid air. “I’m so sorry! That was so perv- I mean rude of me to do that all of a sudden.” You apologize in a panicked tone, hoping that he didn’t think you were being handsy, even if you really were.

“I was just amazed because you looked so different from the photo and uh..” you laugh to make up for the missing excuses you were supposed to say.

He laughs with you, a timid smile gracing his face.

“It’s okay, y/n. You can continue touching me if you want.”

You squirm as you put your hands to your lap, clutching your shorts from the sudden thick air that engulfs the room. He sounded harmless. Even his face is his usual good-natured facade. But those words meant something else to you, an invitation to touch him more.

You let out a tense tither before turning to him. “No no! Haha. I’m fine. It was just on impulse.”

In an attempt to hide the awkwardness, you gather his used dishes and cutleries. “Let me get these washed up.” You stand up and hurriedly get to the sink.

What was that weird sexual tension? That over there in your dining table is just your nice delivery boy, Shoyo. You’re nothing but co-workers who are just friendly to each other.

You let the cold water run on your fingers and wrists while you wash the dishes. You need to get back to him composed and cooled off. You want your relationship as it is now. You don’t want to feel awkward and bothered.

So what if you just realized that he’s hot and nice and completely alone with you?

“Do you need help with anything, y/n?

You yelp at the sound of his voice so close behind you. You can feel his warm breath fanning your neck and his body hovering at your back. He’s barely pressing against your back but you can already feel the ends of your hairs prickling your skin.

“Wah! Why are you having goosebumps, y/n? Are you cold??”

“Yeah. It is a bit windy tonight.” You lie with a tense chuckle as you hasten your task so you could escape the situation. To worsen things for you, he places both hands on your bare shoulders and caresses them up and down to create heat.

“I hope this is warm enough,” he says concernedly.

It’s more than just warm. He’s supposed to create friction by rubbing your shoulders, but he’s skimming so gently on your skin that it’s fueling a different kind of heat stemming from your core from the supposed friendly gesture he’s doing to you. You fight off the urge to clench your thighs together for he might notice it since he’s just a hair away behind you.

You saw him as a nice guy but his hands are making you feel otherwise. You had to bite your lower lip to suppress a whimper that was at the tip of your tongue. You can pass it off as a groan of relief, but with your current state, it might sound sexual. Since when were you this sensitive?

“Do you want me to prepare your green tea?” he kindly offers.

“Yes, please,” you answer weakly.

He takes his hands off you and gets you your green tea as he suggested to. You breathe a sigh of relief when he leaves. You feel like you’re about to break from how heavy his sexual pull is on you. Is he even aware?

You dry your hands and saunter back to your dining table to take a seat and give your legs a break. Shoyo places the cup of tea in front of you and sits beside you.

“Why do you always drink that, y/n? It doesn’t taste good.”

“It’s to help me lose weight.” You draw the cup to your lips and take a sip.

“Ehh? But you already look hot as you are.”

You almost choked on your tea from what he just said. You weren’t expecting such an adjective from him. With trembling fingers, you return the cup to the table. “You okay, y/n?” He asks worriedly.

You clear your throat. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

He can’t help but notice that you’ve been on the edge since you felt him up. He believes that you did it with no malicious intent, so he really didn’t mind. He knows that all you think of him is a good help to the diner. That’s why you comfortably invited him to your home, but he can see right now that he’s made you uncomfortable for some reason.

Maybe you’re really embarrassed with what just happened even if he did say it was fine. He really was okay with you touching him, even if it was something more than just touching. But it’s not like you see him like that.

He likes you a lot, so he should just go so he doesn’t make you any more uneasy. “It’s getting late, so I’ll go now, y/n.”

When he stands up, you immediately follow. “Oh? Already?” You ask with a hint of disappointment in your voice, which makes him a bit confused. Did you not want him to?

“Do you want me to stay for a bit longer?”

You look at him hesitantly before shaking your head. He smiles amicably at you for the usual hospitality you’ve given him. “Thanks for the dinner, y/n.” He looks at the time and heads for the door.

“Shoyo!”

He shifts his body to your direction while he waits for what you’re going to say “I- uhhh. Sorry about a while ago.”

He strides back to where you are and grabs your hand, slowly leading it to his chest with a faint grin playing on the corners of his lips. “It really is okay, y/n.” When your palm lands on his pecs, you just let it stay in one spot as you look at him differently than usual. You regard him with doe eyes gleaming with baffled curiosity.

With his grip still on your wrist, he does the work for you and guides your hand down to where you touched him just a while ago. Your line of sight follows your hand while his is completely focused on you, anticipating your reaction if you’re satisfied with just this.

He lets go of your wrist, allowing you to do as you please. You raise your gaze to meet his, your eyes asking him for permission.

“I really don’t mind, y/n.”

Your other hand goes to his bicep, firmly grasping it before you take one step closer to him. Both

your hands travel to his midsection, the feel of your delicate caress making his thoughts not as friendly as it used to be. Especially with how impressed you look with your hands all over him.

“Can I touch you too?” He blurts out without thinking.

He instantly regrets it when he sees the surprised look on your face as you pull your hands away.

“No! I didn’t mean t-“

You silence him instantly by putting a hand over his mouth. “I didn’t say anything,” you mutter as you usher his one hand to your waist.

You remove your hand from his mouth and use it to lead his other hand on your neck. You don’t know what you’re doing. You keep your eyes on his neck while he languidly roams his left hand on the small of your back until his arm is wrapped around you. He doesn’t move his right hand away from your neck. He only strokes it tenderly with his thumb.

“Y/n.”

You swallow the lump in your throat as you raise your gaze to him. “Can we do more than just touching?”

Instead of answering him, you yield to the heavy sensual pull that you��ve been trying to ignore earlier. You slowly reach for his lips, wanting to gradually settle yourself in the present situation.

But when your lips touched his, he didn’t share the same idea you had as he wastes no time exploring your mouth with his. All the hesitation he had is gone with his hand dropping down to your ass to give it a firm squeeze which draws you even closer to him, letting you feel his erection against your core.

He doesn’t take his mouth off of yours as he leads you to the dining table, taking both of your ass cheeks in his hands and carrying your weight as he guides you to sit at the edge of the table.

When you’re comfortably seated, he tugs the flank of your shirt and hurriedly takes it off you. You want to look at him to see what he looks like when he’s not being the nice Shoyo you used to see him as. But he gets back to your mouth in just a second, sticking his tongue out to let it wander inside your warm cavern.

His hands immediately find the clasp of your bra and unhooks it with ease. That’s when he pulled away. His eyes are glued to your body as he removes the undergarment slowly, as if he’s unwrapping his gift with the slow reveal of your breasts.

His eyes glimmer with delight when he completely slides the clothing off your arms. It kinda makes you conscious with the way he’s staring at you, like his eyes are burning through your skin. You use one arm to cover your boobs, but he instantly sees through your plan.

As soon as you lift your arm, soft panic sets off in his eyes. He immediately grips your wrist and slams your hand against the table.

“Don’t!”

“But you were staring too much.”

His gaze drops down again to your unclad breasts with reverence. “Cause you’re pretty.” He leans down on you again, his plush lips just within an easy reach from yours. “So pretty that I can’t stop staring.”

You expect him to kiss you again, but his mouth latches on your jaw instead, nipping the sensitive skin beneath it. A soft sigh comes out of your already parted lips while his palms trace the length of both your arms up to your shoulders. He kisses his way down to your collar bones, savoring any skin that his lips graze upon until he reaches one soft mound.

His hands follow the trails of his lips, one finding its way on the curve of your hip while the other stops on your breast where his mouth isn’t latched onto.

He delivers sloppy kisses, sucking on your perk nipple and swirling his tongue on it like it was a treat. The other bud isn’t left out as he plays with it, tweaking it between his thumb and index finger.

Your breathing starts to become shallow from the surge of desire spreading throughout your body.

He cups both sides of your boobs and pushes them together before he continues on, letting his tongue toy with your nipples almost simultaneously. He’s so into it that his teeth accidentally scrape one bud.

“Ah!”

He immediately stops and looks at you apologetically, misunderstanding the moan that came from you.

“Sorry...”

“No. It felt good,” you feebly tell him.

His eyes brighten up and gets back to what he’s doing. He takes the hard bud in between his teeth, tugging it lightly as he looks up to you, his orbs eager for your approval. It spurs you on even more. You give him one nod as you feel your cunt throbbing from how your arousal is heightening by the minute.

“Shoyo,” you call him weakly which he didn’t seem to hear.

He lets go of your breasts and licks his way down right on top of your shorts, leaving a trail of saliva on your skin. He unbuttons your shorts, the sound of your zipper being rolled down letting you know what he’s planning.

“Shoyo.” You call out louder this time, causing his hand to rest on your groin. “Let’s go to my room already.” You expect him to be glad, but he frowns. “But I want to taste you already. Please, y/n? I want to eat you out here.”

Your legs quiver from how much he wants you, his eagerness affecting you as you yourself get impatient and wonder how his tongue would feel on your pussy.

“Do it.” He smiles at your approval as you lift your ass off the table to help him get your shorts off. You aren’t surprised that he tugs your underwear together with it as he peels it off you. You’re starting to get an idea how he is at bed - impatient, excitable, and eager to please.

A subtly smirk tugs up your lips when you realize you’re in for a fun night.

He doesn’t notice it though. He takes a step back to relish the vision that you are. His eyes are completely focused on your bare body with keen hunger as he traces every curve in sight. You indulge him a bit by spreading your legs apart for him to see.

“Wow.”

His eyes don’t leave your cunt while he drags the chair he’s previously sitting on. He spreads your legs even further as he sits down. He places his thumbs on your inner thighs, gently caressing them before he stripes one thumb on your slit.

“You’re so wet, y/n,” he says right before dipping down and tracing his tongue where his thumb just did earlier. He continues doing so, licking up and down the length of your opening as you lean your head back to enjoy what he’s giving you. He eagerly slurps on your juices, lapping on your slit with his hot tongue.

He uses his thumbs to spread your folds that surround your clit, exposing the swollen bud for him to taste. When he gives it a delicate, languid lick, your one hand frantically grips his hair. He takes it up a notch and inserts his middle finger inside .

“Haaa,” you moan out loud which urges him on even more. He pumps his finger inside you, gradually picking up the pace when you start squirming within his hold.

“Another,” you tell him breathlessly.

“Another what?” He asks cluelessly while his mouth continues ravaging your clit. “Add another finger,” you answer to which he complies immediately. He stretches you even more with the addition of one thick, calloused finger inside.

He looks up at you, parting his mouth away from your pussy to show you his two digits that are half inside you. “Like this?”

You nod. “Yeah. Like,” He suddenly shoves the two fingers knuckles deep into you. “thathnnnnggg.” You clutch his hair tighter while your mouth gapes at the instant fullness you feel down in your center. His eyes don't leave your face anymore as he latches his mouth back on your hardened clit.

You’re whining while grinding on his face, getting wetter even as he relentlessly drinks your lewd essence. He loves the look on your face, blissed out and completely lost in the moment. He loves how you keep trying to close your legs together even with his arm not allowing you to do so. He loves the desire glimmering clearly in your eyes as you meet his gaze while he feasts on your pussy.

He already got aroused the first time you touched him. Seeing you unravel before him gets his cock throbbing painfully within his shorts. He’s so tempted to remove his arm and let you crush him between your thighs so he can palm his cock.

He doesn’t even know if you’d let him go any further than this. What if after you cum you change your mind and ask him to go home? There wouldn’t be anything wrong with that. He’ll just replay the scene before him as he jacks off in his own room.

His one hand goes inside his shorts and takes out his cock, causing your thigh to waver without his support. He grasps the base of his dick, squeezing it firmly, easily distracting himself with his own pleasure as he moans in your cunt.

You immediately notice. You see him firmly gripping his member, pumping it steadily up and down with eyes closed as he slows down his ministrations with you. You cup his face, forcing him to open his eyes and look at you again. “Stop fucking yourself. I’ll do it with my mouth after you make me cum.”

He stops like you asked him to. “Really?” His eyes pleading with lust to uphold your erotic promise. “Yeah. So make cum already,” you brazenly order him. He tucks his cock back in his shorts right away, using his arm once again to spread you wide. His mouth, lips, and fingers pick up the pace, thrusting swiftly in and out of your while flicking and sucking at your clit.

“Ooohhh fuck.” You claw on your wooden table from the rapid build up of pleasure. You can feel the heat in your groin, spreading quickly through your body. “Yes, yesss. Don’t stop,” you mindlessly whine. Everything he’s doing is pushing you further to your release - the friction and fullness provided by his fingers and the wild strokes of his tongue on your clit. He suddenly curves his fingers, hitting just the right spot that blurred your vision from how good it feels.

“Cumming... am cumming, Shoyo!!” You trash helplessly on his face as the pleasure floods your senses, but he doesn’t stop. He only slows down, matching your post-orgasm state as you come down from your high.

You tug his hair up while panting to catch your breath. “Come here.” He stands up and you reach for the back of his head to cover his mouth with yours, tasting your own fluids in his lips. “Help me get down,” you whisper to him.

He effortlessly grabs the back of your thighs to get you to stand again. Once your feet reach the floor, you release his lips and drag him to your room.

Once inside, you lock lips with him again as you scurry towards your bed. You get him to lie down as you straddle him, your wetness rubbing on the bulge of his shorts. You hurriedly remove his clothes, itching to see the delicious muscles you touched only with his shirt on. He helps you as he tugs down his shorts and underwear, his last piece of clothing thrown somewhere on the floor.

You bite your lower lip as your eyes roam on his body. He should thank beach volleyball for the tan and the jaw-dropping build. Your gaze falls on his naked bulge that you saw a glimpse of earlier. Damn. You weren’t seeing things earlier. He really is packing down there.

“Is something wrong?” He asks with a worried look, returning your gaze back at him. “Nothing’s wrong. Everything’s,” Your eyes get distracted with how he gulps, your gaze lingering down again on his gorgeous chest. “..fine.”

You return the favor, starting on his neck. You plant your arms on his shoulder as you move your hips up, resting your cunt on his toned abs. You deliver soft kisses on the delicate skin of his neck, letting your tongue sneak a few licks as you go down on him until his cock is within the reach of your mouth.

You position yourself in between his legs as you grip his shaft. His hips lift up from the contact. You watch his reactions as you start to drag your palm around his member up and down. He’s already heaving with lips parted as he takes the pleasure you’re giving him with eyes closed. You find it cute - how he’s this sensitive when you’re barely done anything yet.

You gather your spit and let it drool at his cock, the translucent liquid glazing the tip down to the base. You trace his length with your index finger, from the tiny slit of his tip down to his balls. You go back up to the head of his cock, but you do it with your tongue instead of your finger.

You peek at him again. He’s semi sitting up with his elbows on the cushion as he glues his eyes on your tongue on his dick. You grip him again, tighter this time before pressing one digit firmly on his tip. He throws his head back from the pressure and you use that chance to take his thick girth in your mouth

His thighs tremble as he lets out a euphoric moan while you sink lower and lower on his dick. “Your mouth -aahhh so gooood.”

He really likes you and thinks you’re fun to talk to, but sometimes he’d catch himself fantasizing about you when he gets home and ends up masturbating at the thought of you sucking him off. But his right hand doesn’t even compare to the actual warmth of your lips wrapped around his dick at present.

He keeps his eyes on you, which is a bad idea for him since it’s only quickening the pleasure that was boiling at the pit of his stomach. But he can’t help but stare at you. You look so good, so pretty, with your ass up as you suck him even faster.

He can feel his cum threatening to explode already. He feels so lame, but your mouth just feels so magnificent that he can’t hold it in any further. “Stop, y/n. Please~ aah ahhh gonna cum already.” He doesn’t want you to be disappointed with him, but it’s as if you didn’t hear him. You even go deeper while quickening your pace.

He gives in to it, gripping your hair as the peak of his pleasure takes over. He expects you to pull away, but you continue sucking, letting him shoot his load at the back of your throat.

You take all of it, swallowing every drop he let out in your mouth. You did hear him say stop, but the lascivious delight on his face contradicted his words. You had to let him finish even if that meant you won’t get to feel how his cock feels inside your already sopping pussy.

You sit up as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. As for Shoyo, he covers his eyes with his forearm while he pants. You start to get up and head for your drawers when you feel him grab your wrist before you can even leave the bed

“Where are you going?” He asks.

“To get dressed.”

“But we’re not done yet?”

You appreciate the thought. He really is such a generous guy, but.. “It’s fine, Shoyo. You don’t have to force it. You’re already soft??” Your statement becomes a question when you see his arousal still erect.

You don’t know whether to be amused or amazed at that, so you end up staring dumbfounded at him who’s still lying on his back.

He grins at you as he sits up straight and goes for your lips. It wasn’t soft and gentle like you expect from someone who just came. He seems even hungrier, more eager for you.

He guides your hand to his shaft, confirming that he’s hard and ready to continue with what you have in mind. You smile into the kiss, curious and excited as to how he feels inside your pussy. Horny as you are, you throw yourself at him which causes him to lie back down again with you on top of him.

As your tongues clash against one another, you rub your moist slit against his erection, teasing both yourself and him while doing so. He’s groaning in your mouth while he keeps one hand on the back of your head and the other firmly gripping your waist. “Y/n, can I put in already?” He asks with hazy eyes even though his hand on your waist goes down to his cock and aligns it on your folds.

“Mmm, wait.” You lift yourself off of him and reach for your purse that was hanging on one of the metal bed frames. You quickly get a condom and throw your purse somewhere. You tear the packet and remove his hand from his shaft to unroll the rubber on it while he watches. You take over his previous attempt and position the tip on your entrance. You place a palm on his stomach to anchor yourself as you lower yourself on him.

He stares at you mesmerized while you wince from how his cock is spreading you open. You ball your fist that was still on his abdomen, trying to get used to the discomfort even if he’s still not fully inside you. He recovers first and glances back on how you’re doing.

“Shoyo, you’re-ughhh-big,” you tell him with a pained expression. “I- I am?” He asks with pink streak surfacing on his cheeks, flattered from what you said. You nod while sinking lower until you finally cover the last inch, taking him entirely inside you.

He whips his head back on to the pillow with his cock completely sheathed inside the tight warmth of your pussy. He thought your mouth was already marvelous, but the way your walls deliciously envelop his cock is way beyond his wet dreams.

Your hand joins the other, supporting yourself as you slowly lift your hips up and descend back down with the same agonizing tempo. While you adjust to his size, he keeps his eyes on his cock disappearing each bob of your hip.

From your pussy, he rakes his eyes up to your naked body glimmering with sweat. You look so beautiful with your eyes shut, gaping lips, and tits bouncing altogether as you speed up. “You look so fucking pretty, y/n.” Your eyes flutter open from the unexpected vulgarity he uttered. It wasn’t like him, but it wasn’t forced either. He regards you with lust swimming in his orbs, the courteous friendship you two have totally erased as of this moment.

You still for a second before you remove your hands off him and place them on his thighs as you lean back. You spread your thighs and plant the soles of your feet on your bed. You see his eyes widen because of the view. Rather bouncing up and down, you gyrate on his cock. It’s supposed to be a show for him, but with his size, you feel his cock gloriously scrape your insides with the circular movement of your hips.

“Shit!” You curse before you close your eyes again as you start grinding on him. You don’t start slow this time. You impatiently roll your hips against his, driving his cock deep inside you each plunge. You didn’t think it would get any better than this until you feel his thumb on your neglected cit.

“Oh ffffuuuck.” You can’t even open your eyes anymore while his two fingers replace his thumb and rub the sensitive bud frantically. You could feel the pleasure escalating faster and faster with every salacious thrust of your hip and his every flick of your clit..

“Are you gonna cum, y/n?” You hear him ask.

“Yesss. Am gonna cuuuuuummmm.” You clutched his legs tighter when your orgasm hits, your vision blurry when you open your eyes as you ride it out. He pulls your panting self to his chest and tenderly caresses your back.

He sweeps your hair behind your ear and whispers. “Did that feel nice?”

You nod weakly. “Did you cum?” You ask in return. You were so occupied in your own pleasure that you lost awareness of his. He chuckles lowly. “No.”

“Oh..” You lift yourself up a bit to meet his gaze and apologize.

“Why are you saying sorry? We aren’t done yet.”

What he said as a question earlier became a statement. Something changed in his eyes, a spark of determination that isn’t there earlier.

“Let’s just continue next time, Shoyo. I’m kind of tired,” you explain.

“There’s a next time?!” His eyes shine with enthusiasm which makes you laugh softly.

“Sure. Why not?” You lift your hips up but his hands quickly go down your ass and crash you back down, shoving his dick back in you hard and deep.

“Gaah!”

“Thanks, y/n. But don’t worry about being tired. I’ll move instead,” he hums on your ear as he spreads your ass cheeks and pummels his cock wildly into your sensitive pussy.

You moan on his neck at the savage pace he starts with. “Shoyo, pleaseee. Sloweer mmmmm.”

“But why?” He whines. You can’t answer with how ferociously he’s rutting against you, his dick consistent with its swift thrusts. “Shit, your pussy feels amazing. So good, fuck.” His crude words of praise fan your pleasure that was rapidly filling your senses again.

He rams your hips down to meet one sharp thrust. You gasp from how deep his cock went inside you. “Aaah!”

“Do I make you feel good, y/n?”

You nod weakly as you grind slowly on his cock, desperate to chase your pleasure but too tired from your earlier stunt.

“Please, move,” you whisper with exhaustion.

“Tell me first. I want to hear it,” he demands.

“Too good, Shoyo. Your cock feels too good. So please, fuck me again already,” you shamelessly beg as his cock throbs inside you.

Instead of granting your plea, he takes his cock out and pulls you to lie underneath him. He parts your legs apart for him and jams his dick right back inside. That’s when he indulges you, thrusting his size in and out of you at an unforgiving pace.

He leans down on you, intertwining his fingers with yours as he pins both your hands on the bed. “Do you like this, y/n?”

“I love it. Please please pleaaaaseee. Don’t stop mmmmmm,” you babble messily as your impending orgasm overwhelms you.

He clumsily kisses you, his teeth grazing your lips as slips his tongue in before covering his mouth with yours. He’s groaning relentlessly on your mouth while drilling his dick in your cunt. “You gonna cum?”

“Yeaass haaa.” Your moans become louder and louder each thrust. “Gonna cum like this? With-ugh-my cock inside you?”

His obscene words make you writhe beneath him. You arch your back from the intense pleasure. He dips down on one nipple and fervidly sucks it. “Gonna c-aahhhhhhh.” You thrash violently beneath him as your hands clench his to ground yourself from the explosive orgasm that he caused.

“Fuck, yes. Cum on my cock, uhhh. Like that. Shit.”

His thrusts become erratic as he goes after his own orgasm while he milks yours. You hazily open your eyes and watch him chase his high with eyes shut and parted lips, animalistic pleasure taking over his features. He delivers one swift thrust and stays completely still, his dick twitching inside you as he cums.

You both pant heavily with him on top of you.

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You open the door for him and bid him goodnight. Your legs feel like crap but you don’t want to just drive him away on his own.

“Thanks for tonight, Shoyo.”

You’re not sure what you’re thanking him for, the company or the sex. Maybe both.

“Um, y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“Will there really be a next time?” He asks apprehensively, totally different from his demeanor from your last moments in bed. It’s kinda amusing. You didn’t think he had that in him.

“You’ll still help me close up the diner, right?” You ask meaningfully.

He beams at you. “Of course.”

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Bowling Ball Baby

Franklin x Female Pregnant Reader

(Franklin is MGG’s character from beginner’s luck)

Gif courtesy of the ever wonderful @imagining-in-the-margins

A/N: I have recently become obsessed with Franklin because of @httpnxtt and @sunlight-moonrise so I decided to write some fluff with a dash of angst for him. I also have smut upcoming for this character as well. Thanks to my beta readers @sunlight-moonrise and @definitelynotkatesblog y’all are amazing!

Warnings: Fluff with a dash of angst, marital dispute at the beginning (is later resolved, and a few swear words.

Masterlist Word count: 1.9k (this was supposed to be a blurb lol)

Fighting with Franklin always left me at rock bottom. We both had feisty personalities but still didn’t fight often, usually just scathing quips when we were irritated. On the rare occasions when we did explode into a fight it was full of screaming, crying, and hurtful comments. Our tempers had been close to boiling over for a while now, my pregnancy hormones were making me extremely irritable and Franklin’s feisty demeanor didn’t exactly mesh well with that.

My 8 month pregnant belly felt like I was lugging around a bowling ball constantly, my back felt like it was being broken everyday. I constantly felt like I was standing on pins and needles, plus the baby felt the need to show me just how strong she or he was by kicking me in the ribs.

The fight had started after Franklin came home from work, I was sitting on our couch with my feet propped up and covered in an ice pack to relieve some of the stinging pain. Unfortunately for my poor swollen feet the ice pack did little to dull the throbbing.

“Hey, Frankie?” I called, hoping I could convince him to swap out the thawing ice pack for a frozen bag of peas.

“Not now, I’m busy.” He answered shortly, his back facing away from me, not fully acknowledging my presence. He was usually extra irritable after work; he felt trapped in his job, like it was holding him back from his dream of bowling professionally..

I huffed loudly, not that he could hear it from the other room, doing god knows what. He returned in a rush with his bowling ball bag in his hand, headed for the door, his Big Z Tires shirt hastily thrown on. My mouth fell open when I realized he was leaving for the alley.

“You’re leaving?” I squeaked, watching him while he hastily shoved a bagel in his mouth.

“I’ve got to go to practice” he muffled around a mouthful, sounding annoyed. I always supported Franklin and his dreams of being the best bowler in Little Falls, but this time I wasn’t going to let him escape his responsibilities of our relationship so easily.

“Could you skip today?” Treading lightly by asking softly. “We haven’t spent any time with each other in like a month and even then it was at the alley.”

His face switched from being annoyed to enraged despite my asking nicely, he was still going to get pissed off- figures.

“How could you be so inconsiderate- you know how important this is to me and the whole town!” he yelled. I was spooked but quickly composed myself before replying.

“I’m not being inconsiderate, you're never here.” I stated in a deadly tone, I didn’t want to make this worse by joining in on his raised voice. “I understand it’s the most important thing in Little Falls, but shouldn’t our baby be more important to you?!”

All I got in response was a dismissive scoff. I could feel myself getting angrier, we’d both said we wanted a baby and for the past month he acted like he couldn’t care less.

“You might as well go move into the bowling alley.” I mumbled under my breath, fiery spite fueling my words.

“Even with the pins, it’d still be quieter than your nagging.” he shot back.

“Excuse me?!” Now it was my turn to shout; he just had to continue to stoke the fire increasing in my belly. I waddled my way to stand right in front of him, ignoring the pain of my swollen feet. I didn't want him to wiggle his way out, if he wanted an argument he was going to get one, he was the one who started it after all.

“All you’ve done is whined and complained these past few weeks.” He was acting like a hypocrite, whining and complaining to me about something we both agreed to do together. I had never felt more alone.

“How would you know? You’re never here to spend time with me!” The timbre of my voice cracked as my heart started to shatter.

“Just stop, ok? I get it you’re pregnant but come on Y/N it can’t take that much hard work!” That comment was the straw that broke the camel's back, my anger turned to melancholy as hot tears spilled over onto my cheeks as I waddled away as fast as I could back to our bedroom.

I could hear his desperate voice trying to get me to come back, offering any pleading or begging he could think of, but I wasn’t having it. As I got to our room I slammed the door shut, making sure to lock it tight so he couldn’t follow me. If he wanted to act like a dick, he'll sleep on the couch for the night. Knocks started to hit the door with his voice barely permeating through the wood imploring me to let him in.

Tears fell down my cheeks while I rubbed my belly, all I wanted was for us to be a happy family, but I needed Franklin to be fully committed. Sinking down onto our bed I contemplated where this left us. I almost packed a bag to stay with a friend for the night but I was too tired to go through with it, the fighting had taken all the energy out of me. The mattress cuddled my body but it wasn’t as good as Franklin, which only made the drops fall harder. My sadness deepened when the knocks stopped, the room now a void, offering no comfort to me. Dread sat in my belly as I drifted off into a restless sleep.

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Physically and emotionally I was strung out, I was in no mood to talk or argue so I had been tiptoeing around Franklin all day, his behavior had made me seriously start to question if he was truly invested in our relationship. Once dinner rolled around I padded my way into the kitchen, the baby had been craving some sweets and I was highly considering just binging on candy.

I glanced over to the stove to find a ridiculous sight standing before me. Franklin had his bowling shirt on- he honestly rarely took it off and had about 5 of them. Covering most of the front of his yellow button up was a baby sling I had bought a few weeks ago in preparation, in it sat my old purple bowling ball I used when I was in Highschool. He must’ve dug it out of our closet as I hadn’t used it since our last competition senior year. A wave of nostalgia washed over me as I reminisced about the old team where we’d first met. I gazed at the 8 pound perfectly round ball, weighing down and stretching the fabric directly in the middle, it looked exactly like what you’d think a bowling ball in a baby sling would look- ridiculous.

“I remember you saying you’ve been craving something sweet so I decided to make pancakes for dinner, I even added chocolate chips.” He spoke, breaking me out of my memory. I hadn’t even noticed he was making pancakes, my focus on the bowling ball strapped to his stomach.

“We’re not going to talk about the bowling ball?”

“Well I was being a dick-” I swiftly cut him off. My rage was being stoked slightly by his whimsical attitude, I couldn’t tell if he was trying to cheer me up or was really that thick and couldn’t understand my frustrations.

“Yeah, that’s the understatement of the century.” I’m sure the steely edge to my tone was not lost on Franklin, and I still wasn’t giving him the satisfaction of eye contact.

“Like I was saying- I was being a dick and I was thinking to myself, ‘Frankie she’s carrying the weight of the relationship right now. You want to get inside a woman’s head? You become a woman.’ So I thought I’d join you in solidarity- as an apology.”

Silence filled my part of the conversation as I pondered his words. It certainly was an odd way for someone to make up a fight, usually people bought flowers, chocolate, or go on a fancy date. Franklin, however, always had a way of apologizing in the most obnoxious and ridiculous ways that were incredibly sweet, but also made me want to bang my head against the wall. He had stopped flipping the pancakes, anxiously awaiting my reply to his apology. The slight char they were getting wafted a burnt smell through the air.

“This is the first thing you thought of for an apology?” I giggled out breaking the tense silence, his shoulders relaxed as he let out an audible puff of breath. I may have found this funny but I wasn’t going to let him off the hook just yet.

“Well- you know me, I’m not very good at apologies.” He said in a regretful tone, turning back to the pancakes finally removing the almost carbonized pancake from the skillet. A cringe made its way onto his face after catching sight of the rubbery burnt cake and swiftly chucked it in the trash. “I really am sorry Y/N.”

“You’re saying that now because your back hurts- Am I right?” I narrowed my eyes suspiciously, still not fully accepting this apology.

“No, that’s not the main reason I’m apologizing, but yes, oh my god my back fucking hurts.” His right hand started to massage his sore back as his other poured in the last scrapes of pancakes, sprinkling it with an exorbitant amount of chocolate chips. My mouth was watering at the sight and delicious aroma.

“How long have you been wearing it?” I asked, trying to distract myself from the heavenly scent.

“Like 10 minutes, I totally understand why you waddle now” Flipping over the last pancake, he started to set the table, his waddles were even more awkward compared to mine because of his long limbs.

“Well now that you understand, you’d better be massaging my feet everyday to make up for it.” I sharply stated though I couldn’t help but slip in a few giggles in between. I had been carrying this baby close to 9 months and Franklin could barely handle 10 minutes without keeling over.

“Yes, of course. I promise.” He set the plates of pancakes down on our round table, then pulled out one of the chairs and helped me sit down. I noticed that he had even set up the silverware in its supposed proper place along with the napkins folded into little triangles, he did go all out to make it up to me.“You know, you're the actual god in this family.” He remarked as he slung off the baby sling, relieving the tension from his back. I wished I could do the same.

“I love you, you big weirdo.” I snorted in response. While his godliness was usually referring to his bowling skills, it was nice to have my literal creation and carrying of life inside of me acknowledged too.

“I love you too” He wrapped his arms around me from behind, pressing soft kisses to my neck and rubbing my belly, silently assuring me that everything would be alright.

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aerynwrites · 4 years

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Job Gone Wrong - Javier Peña x Reader

Author’s Note: How could I resist the urge to use this gif?? ugh, this man DOES THINGS TO ME. Anyway, I was VERY, inspired by this post from @spacedadheadcanons (Thank you so much for letting me use it!) and also thanks to @theforceofdarkandlight pretty much INSISTING that I write this 😂 Love you Lauren you da best ❤ And an even more special Thanks to my beta readers @anniebombannie and @amberthefiredemon y’all are so fun and amazing and make this whole process to much easier! love you guys!

p.s. I do NOT speak spanish. I literally punched stuff into SpanishDict! and hoped for the best lol, so i apologize to everyone who can speak/read spanish this is probably butchered XD

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Reader gets stabbed, mentiosn of blood, sticthes, cursing, re-injury, kising, angst and fluff.

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You had been partners with Javier Peña and Steve Murphy for a little over a year at this point, and you had managed to get Javier into a relationship within about seven months of that time. To say you were surprised was more than an understatement. You had been pining after your fellow DEA agent pretty much the second you laid eyes on him, but you were quick to learn that he was not a relationship guy.

He found what seemed like a new woman every night, slept with her, and then kicked her out before the birds started chirping in the early morning light. It was a routine you had learned very quickly due to the horrifyingly thin walls of your shared apartment building. So, when about two months into your transfer, the obscene sounds from next door stopped, it caught you off guard. You had almost wanted to ask Javier about it, but you knew that conversation would be awkward, so you let it be. However, you didn’t fail to notice the extra attention the agent started to give you soon after. The lingering gazes, the gentle grazes he gave your lower back as he scooted by you, and you definitely couldn’t ignore when he started to bring you coffee every morning, prepared just the way you liked.

Steve let out a low chuckle as Javier walked away after just delivering your morning cup of coffee, having to talk to the ambassador about something.

“What?” you questioned, sipping slowly at the warm drink in your hands.

Steve just shook his head, “You both are just oblivious as hell,” he says, a smirk adorning his lips.

Your brows furrowed together, “What do you mean? He’s just being nice.”

You knew your words were bullshit, but what did Steve expect you to do? Fall down at Javier’s feet and confess your undying love?

Steve rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair, “You both are like two lovesick puppies but are too stubborn to admit it.”

You shrugged your shoulders, “Yeah well, you know how he is…he doesn’t do the relationship thing. I wouldn’t stand a chance,” you sigh bitterly.

Steve shrugs his shoulders, hands clasped together and resting on his stomach, “I don’t know…a little bird told me that a certain DEA agent has caught feelings for you.”

And that was the day you found out Javier Peña had feelings for you too. You had resolved that day to tell him how you felt, but he had beaten you to it when he knocked on your apartment door with a pizza and beer in hand.

The rest was history as they say.

Since then, you two had been together happily. You both had flaws you had to work through but you did it together, hell it only took him a couple of weeks to convince you to move in with him since you practically live with him anyways with how much you stayed over. And of all of this lead you here, chasing down two of Escobar’s men through a local Comuna with Steve. Javier had been away for almost a week working with Carrillo on another lead. The news had made both you and Javier upset, never having been away from each other more than a day or two, but you knew it had to be done. So, you both had to settle for phone calls each night instead. But now you were missing Javier even more, he was usually the one to run after targets while you ambushed them, but now that you were the one running after them you realized just how out of shape you were. You had gotten separated from Steve somewhere along the way but had managed to stay on the Narcos’ tail, sighing in relief when you reached a dead end, corning the man in a small courtyard.

“Pon tus manos arriba donde pueda verlas!” you commanded, gun raised and aimed at the perp in front of you.

He looked at you menacingly before dropping his gun and raising his hands above his head.

“¡ no te muevas!” you say, telling the man not to move as you approached him, gun still aimed while pulling the cuffs from your belt.

You slowly approached him and commanded him to turn around before grabbing one of his hands and pulling it roughly behind his back, clicking one of the cuffs around his wrist. But before you could get his other hand down, he was ripping it from your grasp and grabbing something from his belt. It all happened so fast. One minute you were about to arrest the guy and the next he had turned around and drove a knife into your side before running off.

You let out a pained gasp as a sharp jolt shot through your side, “Motherfucker!” you cursed, hand immediately pressing into your side as you stumbled slightly, pressing your other hand against the wall for stability. You felt the thick and warm liquid run from your side and through your fingers, coating them in a dark crimson.

“Shit,” you whisper at first, “fuck!” you exclaimed, hand slamming against the wall next to you as the reality of the situation sank in.

You had just lost your main lead to the case and gotten stabbed in the process, and you didn’t know where Steve was. This was just great. As if he could read your mind, you heard rapid footsteps followed by a familiar voice calling out your name.

“I’m over here!” you call, finally seeing Steve round the corner and his eyes widened at the red stain blossoming on your white shirt, “fucker stabbed me before he ran off,” you hiss as Steve approaches pulling his jacket off and replacing your hand with the fabric instead, trying to staunch the bleeding.

“Are you okay? Can you walk?” he asks frantically.

You nod, surprisingly it didn’t hurt all that much, you suppose the adrenaline pumping through you had something to do with that, “Yes, I’m fine, let’s just get the hell out of here before more trouble finds us,” you breathe, and let Steve lead you back to the car.

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You let out a sigh as you carefully strip off your blood-stained shirt in favor of one of Javier’s clean ones lean back into the multitude of pillows you threw on the bed. Steve had just walked you to your and Javier’s apartment after a trip to the hospital and a dose of painkillers.

“Remember to take these every six hours, and then your antibiotics twice a day,” Steve reminded you, pressing the bottles into your hands after you unlocked the doors, “And don’t rip your stitches, last thing we need is another trip to the hospital,” he teases.

you roll your eyes, and give the man a mock salute, “Sir, yes sir!” before walking into your apartment and closing the door.

Okay so maybe the painkillers were doing a little more than just taking the pain away. You mostly felt tired, but it was also mixed with a slightly fuzzy feeling in your mind. Just as you were about to crawl under the covers and get some much-needed rest you heard the door to your apartment open and close, followed by the jingling of keys being tossed onto the counter.

“Sweetheart?” Javier’s baritone voice drifted through the apartment.

A smile immediately lit up your face and you quickly, but carefully, swung your legs off the side of the bed and walked into the living room, eyes instantly falling onto a disheveled but relaxed looking Javier.

“Javi! You’re back!” you say, voice thick with relief as you walk over and wrap him in a hug.

His face falls instinctively to the crook of your neck and he takes in a deep breath, “I miss you so much, mi amor,” he whispers, hands coming to rest on your waist as he leaves a soft kiss to the junction of your neck and shoulder.

You can feel him start to push you backwards slightly and you pull away from the embrace looking at him questioningly, “Javi, babe what are you-“

Before you can finish Javier pushes you somewhat roughly into the wall behind you, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you while I was gone,” he breathes, mouth moving from you neck to your jaw.

“I missed you too Javier,” you gasp as his mouth finally meets yours, days of longing and emotions poured into this single action.

Javier’s hands drift from ups up to your sides, gripping you roughly through his thin t-shirt you were wearing, right over your newly injured side. You let out a loud gasp, pleasure and pain, and your foggy mind can’t tell which is more important in this moment.

“Did you put this one for me?” he asks, voice thick with want and need, “because you look so fucking-“ his words catch in his throat as he squeezes your side once more, and his brows knit confusion as a new and unfamiliar warmth meets his hand. He pulls away from you slightly, ignoring your whine at the loss of contact and his eyes widen at the sight before him.

His hand is covered in a thin coat of blood, as he pulls it away from the crimson stain on your shirt, “What the fuck? (y/n), what they hell is this?” he exclaims, voice rising several octaves as he takes your wrist in his non bloody hand and pulls it away from your body to get a better look at your now bleeding side.

You let out an indignant huff, “Some asshole stabbed me earlier today, nothing major now-“ you reached out for him again, wanting to feel his lips on your again, “Come here. I can’t even feel it!” you assure.

Javier lets out an angry sigh, shoving your grasping hands away and instead pulls you over to sit on a stool in the kitchen, “Stop! You got fucking stabbed? And you didn’t tell me?” he asks, anger and concern lacing his words as he hurriedly digs under the sink for the med kit he had there.

You roll your eyes, “I’m fine! Plus, I just got home a few minutes before you did, how was I supposed to tell you?” you argue.

Javier doesn’t say anything in return, he instead rushes back over to where you are sitting, med kit in hand. He quickly lifts your shirt up and over your head to inspect the damage. The bandages are soaked completely through with blood and he gently lifts up the bottom edge of your sports bra to unwrap the dirty bandages.

“Why didn’t you tell me as soon as I walked in the door? It should have been the first thing you told me!” he scolded; voice harsher than he meant for it to be. You sighed and slumped over in your seat slightly, shame filling you at his words, “I’m sorry Javi,” you whisper, hand running through his hair lightly.

His heart was racing at the thought of what happened to you, and the fact that he wasn’t there when it happened. As he unwrapped the last layer, he cringes slightly at the damage he sees. It’s actually not as bad as it seemed, some of the stitches had just ripped from where he had been a little rough with you. he felt a pang of guilt shoot through him.

“No, I’m sorry, look at what I did,” he mutters, pulling the supplies he’d need from the med kit and setting them on the counter.

You opened your mouth to refute his apology but were silenced with a quick peck to the lips instead. Javier brought a hand up to rest on your cheek and gently ran his thumb over your cheek bone, “Just…let me fix you up okay? Then I’ll order some food and we can relax.” Your eyes found his, flooded with concern but also bursting with love as he stared back at you.

You gave him a small smile, turning your head to press a kiss to the palm of his hand and nodded, “Okay.”

Javier gave you a small smile before kneeling down to your side and set to work on patching you up. He cleaned away the blood before disinfecting the area and carefully placing a few stitches back where they needed to be. He took notice of how you barely flinched as he threaded the needle through your skin and let out a small chuckle before tying a knot and cutting the thread.

“They must have you on some pretty strong painkillers,” he comments, now wrapping the bandages around your torso.

You let out a giggle, “I was telling you the truth when I said it didn’t hurt,” you begin, “But I think I’m just a badass, because it didn’t hurt when I actually got stabbed either,” you say, a large smile on your face.

Javier finishes wrapping the bandages securing them with some medical tape before standing so you were looking up at him. he let out a small chuckle and gently placed his hands on your hips, “Yeah well you’re my badass,” he says playfully, pulling you in for a sweet kiss.

You smile into the kiss, his moustache tickling your upper lip slightly before you pull away and rest your head against his chest, sighing contentedly. You both just stayed in that position for a while, his hands on your hips and your arms wrapped loosely around his waist, relishing in each other’s presence after a week of not seeing one another.

You finally broke the silence, “Can we order from that pizza place a few blocks over? I didn’t realize how hungry I was until you mentioned food,” you said shyly.

Javier just gave you a bright smile and gave you a quick kiss on the forehead before pulling you up from the stool, “Anything for you amado,” he says gently.

You smile at his sweet words and follow him as he leads you over to the couch and sits you down, “Stay here I’ll be right back.”

You nod and watch as he scurries off the bedroom, emerging moments later in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, his arms filled with pillows and blankets. You feel your heart swell as he comes over and places the pillows down near the armrest and motions for you to lay down before tossing the blanket over you. you gave him a warm smile as he went to go order the pizza before returning back to the living room and sitting down, pulling your legs into his lap and turning on the TV.

He gently strokes your legs over the covers, and you intertwine one of your hands with his free one, “You’re too sweet to me Javi,” you say quietly.

Javier looks over to you, and shakes his head, “Nothing is ever too much for you mi amor,” he says sweetly before leaning over, mindful of your injured side, and kissing you sweetly before pulling away and taking your hand in his again.

“I love you Javi,” you say quietly, eyes on the TV.

Javier smiles, squeezing your hand gently as his other hand still stroked your leg slowly, a certain calm peace settling over him as he sat on the couch with the woman he loved.

“I love you too.”

Bonus:

Steve watched as Javier walked into the embassy the next day, straight to his desk and dialing the phone. He was still as he waited for whoever it was to pick up then he caught Steve’s eye and turned away from him, as they answered. “Hey, yes I know I just left,” he casts Steve another glance and lowers his voice, Steve had to strain to hear the conversation.

“Did you remember to take your pain killers?” Javier paused, “And the antibiotics?” he paused again, “Yes I know you can take care of yourself, I just wanted to make sure,” he defends, “Okay, yes, I will grab some on the way home, love you,” he says finally and hangs up the phone, turning to return to his desk across from his partners.

Steve gives him a shit eating grin, leaning back in his chair, he opens his mouth to say something, but Javier stops him with an accusing finger, “Not a fucking word,” word he bites.

Steve fights to hold back a laugh and puts his hand up in mock surrender, “Okay Peña, but I will say I never took you for the mother hen type,” he smirked.

Javier wouldn’t admit it, and he definitely wouldn’t show it in front of the other guys at work, but Steve knew how much he cared about you. He had to hold back another laugh as he ducked to avoid the folder thrown his way, finally laughing at the disgruntled look Javier sent his way.

Oh yeah, he wasn’t fooling anybody...He was smitten.

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sugarkinky · 4 years

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Gamers gotta game

Pairing: Gamer!jungkook x Nerd!Reader x Fuckboy!Jimin Genre: Future smut, fluff and angst (the holy package). Warnings: None in this part, actually.

A/N: This is my very first fic posted on here, please give me any kind of feedback you feel I might need. Not edited v.

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PART 1

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7:34 am

You was almost late when you jumped out of bed and made it to the bathroom, your first class starts at 8:15 and you still had to walk for 20 minutes to get there. This left you with an empty stomach and a lack of caffeine for the rest of the morning, the class itself wasn't bad but you couldn't pay much attention to Mr. Patrick talking about some impossible function. After what felt like days, you were finally lunching with your friends on the cafeteria.

"Y/N, how could you forget my skirt?" Kenny said with her puppy eyes. You promised her you would borrow her some clothes that your mom insisted on buying for the sake of you "going out more".

"Sorry K, can't you pick it up tomorrow?" Your month were already full of sandwich.

"I guess it will do... Are you sure you won't come tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I'm not the frat party type, you know it" And specifically not this one, the Beta Tau Sigma were a fucking no-no for you after your first party with them on freshmen year. This guys are just crazy and loud as fuck.

Since it was a Friday, you made plans to watch some documentaries and order pizza with some wine. It was just perfect.

Well, almost perfect if it wasn’t for the hungover from the cheap wine the day after. This was a typical Saturday afternoon, Kenny knocked at your door to hang out with you and you guys chatted about school stuff and about her crush that is supposed to be at the party.

“What if he is already with other random girl and I don’t even know?” You stared at Kenny’s eyes with a scowl in your face.

“What makes you think like that?”

“I don’t know, Jin is a very popular guy and older than us, from what I know he has no reason to tell me the truth.”

“So he has no reason to lie to you as well, dummy.”

And the afternoon passed like that, Kenny was already at the door when you shout to her:

“Get home safe bitch!“

“And you stay safe in yours sweetheart!“

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(1:23)Kbae: bich, wasuuuuupp

The sudden noise scared you but you got up from the couch to go catch your phone in the kitchen table.

(1:24)You: Are you ok?

Kbae: I thik I lost m cell

You: No, you didn’t

It was a little late for you to deal with drunk Kenny but a side of you were worried that she wasn’t home yet.

You: Where are you?

Kbae: Im los at the bathroom

You: Your bathroom?

Kbae: nooo im PRTYING LOL

Ok, now you are officially worried she’s going to get her head in the toilet at any moment.

You: Is anyone with you??

Kbae: no that bitc left m

So you remembered that Lisa, Kenny’s friend was there. You try to reach her with no success. You can’t believe she’s getting you out of the comfort of your couch because of her low alcohol tolerance, that dumb bitch…

You: Don’t move a single bone, I’m coming and you will pay me for this later.

The uber was almost there when you received the reply.

(1:50)Kbae: bt I hve no mony

The BTS house wasn´t that far from your place, but it was enough time for you to start regretting your decision. The single thought of a place full of people and loud noise was making you really anxious. When the Uber arrived you took at least 5 minutes getting out of the car, you knew something bad was going to happen with the bad luck you had.

The entrance had just two guys that, from what you guess, should be the security or something like that. You go straight to the door but you fail on not getting attention from the two.

“Hey, do we know you?” The blond guy ask you just when you were getting in.

��Probably not, I’m not the party type. Just here to pick up my friend.”

The blond guy look to the other that seem a little waisted.

“Yeah? What’s her name?” The waisted one shout at you.

“Kenny.”

They look at each other with a little surprise and the blond one say:

“The last time I saw her she was upstairs, are you sure she asked you here?”

“Hyung, let her in, I know her.” The voice comes from inside and you recognize it from your Contemporary Literature class, It’s Namjoon. You never thought he was into frat parties…

“Hi Y/N, I’m sorry for Yoongi and Hoseok here. They are just making sure you aren’t someone from a rival frat or something.” I laugh at the thought of it.

“It’s okay, have you seen Kenny?” You say as a proof of what he’s saying, Namjoon and Kenny are in the same major and maybe he would know where her dumb ass is.

“Not really”

When you get upstairs looking for her you see something you were afraid of seeing, but you know it was inevitable since it was a BTS party. Your ex, well not really an ex since you never had an actual relationship – what actually made the things worse. Jimin was a typical fuckboy but a smartass one for your bad luck, he was almost better than you in your classes and sweet with you. You didn’t know his fame back then and that led into you falling for someone who just saw you as a fuckbuddy. Since you never told him your real feelings, he never knew the reason for your sudden distance, he probably thought you got tired of him and with time he didn’t reach you anymore. And for it not being awkward, you made sure you didn’t took any classes with him this semester.

There you were standing in front of him kissing someone against the wall, you were just frozen in place when you remembered why you was there: Kenny. You almost run to a corridor that had a door with “WC” wrote on it.

But Kenny wasn’t there, actually there was another couple making out, which made you blush and say a lot of apologies after you saw the face of the guy: Jin. You closed the door and rested at a nearest wall, this night is getting worse and worse.

Ok, just breathe. If she’s not there, where?

You started calling her but she stopped answering you since you got there. You tried Lisa but with no success. So you decided to look downstairs but just when you’re reaching the stairs you collided with someone and thanks to your bad luck it was Jimin, of course.

“Y/N?”

“Hum… Hi.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Kenny.”

“Oh, she made you come.”

“Yeah, you can say that.”

“Well, do you want some vodka? I know you’re not a big fan of beer.”

“Actually someone is waiting for me, sorry have to go” And you run to the closest door praying for it to be open and for the first time that night things worked out and you got no problem getting in. There was a guy in a computer in the room it took him just a few seconds to notice you.

“Hey! Don’t you know how to read? There is a sign at door saying DO NOT ENTER THIS ROOM you…” and the man sited before you turned his chair to see you.

“I’m sorry, can I hide here for a little?” He was shocked to see that you weren’t, first thing, trying to find a spot to make out – since you were alone – and second, drunk.

With a sad smile he said “Some weirdo is following you?”

I felt bad for lying but it was almost it wasn’t it?

“Yeah…”

“No problem, you can lay on the bed for a while.”

The room was not that big but it had two single beds and a study space with the most expensive-looking computer you’ve ever seen. When you sat on the bed, the guy returned to do something on the pc and put his headphones on again. When you got to see what he was doing you notice he was playing some game, who plays games on a party? Weird. Not that you were in a less awkward position.

“HYUNG, can’t you see the MAP?”

You were startled with the sudden shout and nearly jumped on the bed, then he turned to you and said:

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You just nodded and he returned to talk with someone on the game. So you remembered about the Kenny matter, where did this bitch went? You got your phone and text her like crazy, called Lisa and finally you got an idea: her roommate. You call Jisoo and she picks up rather quickly.

“Hello?” Her voice seemed a little sleepy, you must had woke her up.

“Hi, it’s Y/N. I’m sorry for waking you up but I’m trying to find Kenny. Did she go home?”

“Oh, yeah. She arrived here about 20 minutes ago, super wasted and crying. Did something happen?”

Oh, no. Seokjin.

“I don’t really know, but thanks for answering me this late.”

“It’s nothing, any time.”

“Well, good night.”

“Good night.”

Finally, the nightmare is over. Well not really over, you have to get out of this hell before that. So, you get up and go to the door, not really wanting to bother the man on his game. But he heard your steps and turned to you.

“Are you going?”

“Yeah, I’ll try to get home.” And you go back to your way.

“Wait.”

You look at him and he seems a little self-conscious with what he has to say.

“I can take you to the door so you won’t get into trouble with the guy again.” He says that with a hand on the back of his neck. You feel bad for telling him a lie and make him worry about you, he seems nice.

“Ahm, I don’t think its that of a big deal. I don’t want to bother you any more that I already had.”

“It’s no trouble at all, actually I had delivered food and it should be in the way right now.”

“Okay then.” And you two go downstairs to reach the door as you’re praying you won’t see Jimin in the way there. When you got in the balcony you called an Uber and a strange silence got to the both of you.

“Ah.. I didn’t actually got your name.”

“It’s Jungkook, and yours?”

“I’m Y/N, thanks for letting me hide on your room.”

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

And the silence came again…

“Ahm… Is it your first party here? I don’t remember you from before.”

“Well, I’m not much of a party goer kind of girl.” He laugh at that and your face turned into a frown.

“I’m not laughing at you, I don’t like parties that much too as you could see.” You smile at that, yeah playing games wasn’t much of a party activity.

“Why do you live on a frat then?”

“That’s what I ask myself every day.”

That’s when your car arrived and both of you said your goodbyes.

(3:36) Jimin: Hey, missed seeing you.

A/N: Thanks for reading, I’ll try to do part two if this one succeed. Send me a message I’d love that.

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yutauke28 · 4 years

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A Moment

Starring: Cor Leonis and Crystalcrown Leonis

Note: Crystalcrown is my OC from my fic Crystallo Filia (CF) and this fic's taken from CF's universe.

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The wind blew pretty hard that night, as it brought the cold and dry air of February. The sun had disappeared in the horizon, smearing the sky with the deep darkness. The silver moon had risen, revealing its form together with its thousands of flickering friends; the stars.

In a dark hallway, a brown-haired man walked in silence. His sturdy body was reflected by the dim light, which gave the man a lonely companion, a shadow of night.

For a couple of times he glanced at the black watch on his wrist, bringing the two bright blue orbs of him to watch how the smallest hand of it moved in every second that passed.

It was already past ten.

He sighed, filling the silence of the night with his heavy breathing. The regret engulfed his heart as he knew that he had wasted several minutes earlier to return to his house before coming to the citadel.

His short brown hair was slightly damp, and because of that, he tightened his thick black jacket over to cover his big body from chilled air that seemed to slip in from window gaps. Once again, he brought the pair of his blue jewels to his watch which kept telling him that the time was moving still.

The exhaustion and impatience were drawn all over his frowning face. He swung his legs in a hurry, as fast as possible so he could arrive there in no minute. He couldn't wait to see the high black door which was decorated with a small pink flower bell on its front, the door which would bring him to meet his little roseate girl, the door which would lead him into the room that he had been neglected for weeks because he should leave for his mission.

The man gave another heavy sigh, as he let it go to express his frustration. Once again, impatience burst in without mercy, filling his chest with an unpleasant feeling.

This kind of emotion was new to him. An emotion that he never once felt before his little girl came into his life.

Cor Leonis never imagined that he could have this kind of feeling. He was embraced by an overwhelming longing which could make him drive his car past the speed limit and walk in a hurry like this.

Who would have thought that Cor, who accepted his king's request to be a father for the child of Eos's second crystal, developed a deep feeling toward his little girl who always followed him wherever he went and called him 'Papa'—a nickname given by his friends, Clarus and Regis; because they thought that it would be cuter if Cor was being called as Papa than Daddy.

Yes... At first, Cor only saw the girl as a responsibility given by the leader of this country. However, after spending time together with her, another affection grew in his heart.

He didn't deny the fact that the servants in the citadel were actually the one who did his job to take care of his little girl—as the Marshal of the Crownsguard, Cor didn't have much free time to do so. Even so, there was a feeling that continued to grow, for the child he named 'Crystalcrown'—the name he gave after three months of contemplating and deciding. She had become a precious figure in his life. She was irreplaceable… and she had also become a part of Leonis—his family.

He, who had just returned from a tiring task outside the Crown City, actually decided to go to see Crystalcrown the next morning—considering that he arrived at Sleepless City of Insomnia around nine o'clock. However, when he arrived at his house, the sudden urge to meet the child immediately coursed through his body. He didn't imagine that the desire to see her childish face became too unbearable for him to handle.

Therefore, after taking a shower and changing his clothes, he decided to go to the citadel. Even if he wouldn't be welcomed by her little daughter, he would be satisfied with just staring at her sleeping face.

The pace of his steps got slower when the man arrived in front of Crystalcrown's bedroom. He halted in front of her door for a couple of minutes to maintain his composure by taking a deep breath. He didn't understand why standing right before his daughter's bedroom made a sweet feeling wrap his chest.

After a few minutes of doing nothing but standing still, he raised his large hand to the cold golden-colored door handle. He slowly pushed the tall object in front of him as soft as possible. He just didn't want his sleeping daughter to be awakened by the noise he made. He also already anticipated that he would be greeted by the dark room because Crystalcrown only wanted to sleep without light.

But… When he opened the door, the bright room that greeted him made Cor crook his eyebrows even more.

At the same time, something warm and heavy suddenly bumped into his legs. Surprised, the man lowered his head quickly to see a small figure who was hugging his legs.

"Papa!"

A cute loud voice echoed throughout the black and pink room that was still adorned by a bright light from a crystal lamp that was hanging on the ceiling.

"Crystal?" The man widely opened his eyes. Holding the door which hadn't been fully opened with one foot, he looked down to see his beloved roseate girl and asked, "You're still awake?"

"Yes!" A five-year-old girl who was now hugging his legs tightly raised her face, showing her wide smile at her father then proudly said, "Cool, right!?"

"Sorry uncle, Crystal insisted to stay awake even though I told her it was already late."

Hearing another voice from the room, Cor raised his gaze. His blue orbs now met two emeralds who were saying an apology to him. The bespectacled boy who stood not far from where he stood was Ignis Scientia, his daughter's childhood friend.

A long sigh escaped from Cor's mouth as he understood what just happened in front of him.

After a few seconds of silence, he who had fully understood what had happened immediately lowered his voice, scolding the girl who was still smiling and showing off her small teeth at him, "Crystalcrown, Papa already told you not to bother Ignis."

"But Papa going home today! Kuri want to welcome Papa!" Sensing an unfriendly tone from her father, Crystalcrown quickly made a pitiful face while telling a self-defense sentence. She gripped Cor's pants harder, as if trying to tell the man who didn't share the same blood with her that she really meant her words.

Crystal. There's another reason, isn't it?" Ignis, a nine-year-old boy who was still standing there, raised both corners of his lips and stared at his little friend with a gaze which conveyed a hidden meaning. After making sure the young girl returned his smile, he began to walk toward the door, deciding to leave so the father and the daughter could have their time together. "Then, I'll go back to my room. Good night Uncle Cor, Crystal."

"Sorry, Ignis." Cor suddenly opened his lips, uttering a sentence that for some reason he really wanted to say to the little Scientia who was now bowing down to him. Well, the real reason was clear. He wanted to apologize because Crystalcrown was always spoiled by Ignis.

More or less, even though his little daughter was taken care of by the servants in the citadel, half of the work was done by the dirty blonde boy since she was a baby. So, it was natural for Crystalcrown to be always clingy to him, or even worse, to always bother the future adviser.

Wait... Does that mean that it would be correct if he said that it was Ignis who was always caring for Crystal...?

"It's okay, Uncle." The boy shook his head.

"Bye, Iggu!"

Ignis's smile grew bolder as he saw Cor Leonis's daughter cheerfully waving her hand at him while saying adorable parting words. He replied to her by also waving his hand before leaving her room and returned back to his own room.

After the Scientia left, Cor immediately turned around and opened his mouth again to discipline his daughter whom he knew often caused trouble for the future royal adviser—

"Crystal—"

"Look! Look! What's different from Kuri?"

—But he had to let his sentence be interrupted by a childish voice that suddenly squeaked cheerfully.

After the question echoed throughout the room, the man knitted his eyebrows, signaling his confusion. Eyes tracing the tiny figure who lifted her head to look at him while smiling, Cor silently inspected the Leonis girl who was much shorter than him.

Cor still tried to figure out what was the meaning behind Crystalcrown's words. Observing her from head to toe for half of minutes, he then blinked when he found something he was searching for. A faint smile passed over his face, then he answered, "Your hair."

"Correct!" Hearing her Papa's answer made the child who was wearing a black lace nightgown laugh happily. She smiled and spun around, letting her roseate pigtails hair to dance along with her movement. "Good?"

"Yes." The man who still hadn't removed the thin smile from his lips walked closer to his daughter before stretching out his arms to bring her small body into his embrace.

"Kuri thought Papa could only notice the difference in swords, but Papa found out that Kuri had new hair!"

Hearing the babbling from a five-year-old in his arms made the small laugh escape from the Leonis's mouth.

"Don't tell me you're actually still awake only to show this?" He asked.

"Yes! I ask Iggu to make my hair new because Papa will go home! And because Papa like it, from tomorrow Kuri will use this hair!"

Right... He made the right decision to apologize to the dirty blonde boy who had accompanied Crystalcrown a while ago. It turned out that this little princess might have forced Ignis to do something as she wished.

I'm sorry, Ignis.

Cor walked to the lamp switch near the door, then turned the lights off to inform the little Leonis that they should sleep. After carefully putting his daughter's small body on the big bed in that room, he took off his jacket, placed it on the chair in front of the dressing table and then lay down beside Crystalcrown.

His long hands swiftly pulled the pink blanket near his feet to wrap himself and the figure beside him who was now leaning toward him. A smile still hadn't gone from Crystalcrown's tiny lips. Perhaps, she was really happy because Cor managed to guess her question earlier.

"It's late, let's go to sleep."

He lowered his voice, telling Crystalcrown's implicitly that he was tired. Yes. The soft pillow under his head made him inevitably realize how tired he was. Even though looking at her daughter's cute face treated his tiredness a little, his body, indeed, needed a rest.

"It's been a long time sleeping with Papa... Usually Kuri will receive Noji's kick!" The little girl sighed softly, frowned, and shook her head dramatically. "But, but, after that, Iggu sleep in the middle. So Kuri can hug Iggu." She confessed while moving her body closer to her father. "Papa smell like soap!"

Cor, who also moved his body closer to Crystalcrown, raised one corner of his lips because of the girl's little story. It was not the first time he heard about this story. She often told him that she usually slept with Noctis—who she called Noji because she couldn't say Noctis- ouji —and Ignis.

The laughter that escaped from Cor's lips told the tiny Leonis that her father enjoyed her story. Cor then moved his long fingers to play with soft strands of the roseate. He stroked her head softly as he tried to make the figure beside him fall asleep—even though he knew it wasn't an easy task.

"Papa went home first." The man answered.

"Eeeehh… Papa can take a bath here with Kuri!"

"It's already late, you'll catch a cold." He returned the five years old girl's complaint in a flat tone. Closing his eyes for a moment, he then abruptly opened it again to look at the pink Leonis and asked curiously, "You still haven't taken a bath?"

"I have!" The little Leonis replied in a proud tone.

"With Ignis?"

"No! Kuri wash herself!"

A super proud tone from the princess's mouth made the man inevitably chuckle. Crystalcrown told him like it was the best achievement she got.

Cor smiled, still laughing as he patted the top of his little girl's head again.

"Great!" He nodded. "Then let's sleep— wait. You want to sleep with that hair?"

"This is Iggu's work!"

"But it will be a mess when you wake up in the morning."

"Then tomorrow it will be Papa's work!"

Cor didn't seem to respond to Crystalcrown's last words. Drowsiness really made him unfocused. Therefore, after loosening two hair ties of his tiny princess a little—to prevent his daughter suffering from a headache—and giving a good night kiss on her forehead, he immediately sank into the dreamland.

These were the peaceful days that he had been longing for since he returned from his duties two hours ago...

xXxMomentsxXx

"Nooooooooo!"

That long childish scream echoed throughout her entire room. It was very loud, so loud that it made a couple of soft brown furry creatures shocked and flapped their wings to fly away from the black window frame outside that pink and black room.

Inside the room which was being filled by the vanilla scent, there was a child who showed her annoyed face and a man whose stiff face showed a defeated expression.

Cor let go of his grasp from the long soft hair before him. His hands were left hanging in the air and his face showed a face of failure. The man who sat on the chair in front of the crystal princess's dressing table looked down, staring at Crystalcrown—a little girl on his lap who pouted at him—through the mirror.

"Crystalcrown… I can't."

Finally he opened his mouth, blurting his frustration because he kept failing to tie his daughter's hair.

Yes. Tying a hair.

Now, Cor Leonis was sitting in front of a black dressing table with a five-year-old girl on his lap to tie her hair.

As Crystalcrown's said last night before she went to the dreamworld, if Ignis' work became awful in the morning, she would ask her father to do her hair.

However, instead of getting what she wanted, the roseate faced the fact that Cor Leonis was unable to tie her hair.

Of course! Whose hair had been styled by the infamous Cor the Immortal?

"Here! Like this! Take it a little, then tie it." Crystalcrown's small hands demonstrated, trying to set an example to the man behind her who was giving a long, desperate sigh. The man didn't know, very very unaware that there would be such a difficult mission he needed to do today. "Papa! Kuri said to take a little! Why you take it all?! Aaahh! It's failing again!"

He tried many times but he kept failing.

That was what inside the man's mind. The protest from his little girl on his lap almost made him rub his face with his big palm. Cor wanted to moan in frustration, he wanted to sigh roughly, but he didn't do it. Well, he simply couldn't. The reason was that he found his little daughter's pout grew worse; her chubby cheeks bulged and her small lips pursed in annoyance.

At first Crystalcrown gave him her adorable face. However, after her father kept failing and not even giving her satisfactory results, her face actually turned into a scary one.

Cor Leonis now was frustrated in failure and the cause was not because he didn't succeed in his mission, but because he couldn't tie his daughter's hair.

"Then you tie it up by yourself."

Finally the sentence slipped out from the man's thin lips. He removed the black rubbers that had been scrambling the crystal's princess hair and gave those small objects to the figure on his lap.

If it was in a normal condition and related to his work, Cor was not a person who would give up so easily. In fact, he was actually a stubborn figure who refused to accept defeat. However, it turned out that it was only applicable in battlefields and muscle fights. Apart from that, it seemed like he should accept the fact that he was incapable of doing one or two things…

Well… especially like… tying hair. Yes. He tried it five times but he kept failing. Today's morning mission was, indeed, too difficult for a Cor Leonis.

"No! Kuri wants Papa to do it! Kuri wants to show it off!" The childish high-pitched voice once again filled the room. Crystalcrown quickly shook her head, grabbing the black rubber and giving it back to her father. "Pleasee..." Added the five-years-old child while putting a pitiful face that Cor couldn't ignore.

Once again, the brown-haired man there was defeated. His sturdy shoulders drooped weakly as a sign of his defeat. He could never win if Crystalcrown gave him that adorable expression.

The stiff-faced Leonis... had been defeated by his little daughter countless times.

After sighing—who knew how many times he did that since yesterday—, Cor took back the pink comb on the dressing table, combing his daughter's hair again, and bringing it together as what was explained by his daughter a while ago. This was the sixth try—

"Ouch! Papa you pulled Kuri hair!"

—and he failed again. He, who did have good reflexes, quickly moved his hands away from the small head that now had turned to him. Crystalcrown's tiny lips once again pursed, displaying extreme displeasure on her cute face.

"Sorry."

Only one word that came out from the mouth of the most respected man in Crownsguard. The blue met two rose pearls that stared at him with an annoyed glint.

In the sixth try, Cor failed again.

"Papaaaaaaa ~!" Crystal moaned in frustration, showing him how annoyed she was because her beloved father couldn't do something so easy. "Why don't you be like Iggu?! It's because Papa is holding a sword too often!" The little Leonis let go of her frustration. She crawled down from Cor's thighs, put her tiny hands on her hips, and glared at the man.

"Holding a sword is a part of my job."

"I want Papa to stay at home and just play with me!"

"I can't, Crystal."

"You're right." Unexpectedly, the girl who was complaining a second ago suddenly agreed with the man's opinion. "Noji said that if you stop working, you will be jobless."

Cor blinked for a few times and couldn't help but put an amused smile on his face after hearing his daughter's words.

"Iggu also said that Papa went to protect the city! Then, Kuri will tie Papa's hair!"

The wrinkles on the handsome man's forehead suddenly grew bolder when Cor heard Crystalcrown's last sentence. He frowned, thinking really hard about the correlations between the little girl's sentences.

What is the correlation between his work and Crystal wanting to tie his hair?

"It's impossible, Crystalcrown." The man finally let out a long sigh, trying to tell her that he refused her idea.

"But Kuri want to try!"

Unfortunately, the little girl ignored his rejection. If she wanted something, Crystalcrown would continue to ask until her wishes were fulfilled. Really, what a spoiled child... and Cor wanted to blame himself for being unable to scold her.

He wanted to do that, but he never did anything that showed him the right to scold the child because… he often left her alone.

Sighing—losing again—, Cor nodded. He turned his body that had been facing the mirror of the dressing table before to the left side so his daughter could get more free access to tie his hair. He also bent his body forward and lowered down his head so the roseate girl's short arms could reach his head.

He closed his eyes as he felt her small fingers were playing on his head. Even though he couldn't discipline the child, at least this time he knew that what Crystalcrown was doing right now wasn't something that troublesome—

"Ahh Crystalcrown! You pulled my hair!"

— but… Not.

Cor quickly screamed in pain when he felt a sting in his head. However, he still stayed in his position because Crystalcrown's gripped his hair so hard.

"Papa has no hair! "

"I have!"

"But it can't be tied!"

Of course! Cor really wanted to scream that sentence. But, instead of answering, he could only grimace when he felt the little girl's small hand still grabbed his short hair.

Would it be better if he came this morning so that this scene wouldn't exist?

Cor wanted to rub his face, but instead of doing that, he squeezed the white towel that wrapped around his waist and covered his lower body until his knees as he endured the pain.

"Crystal, I will lose my hair if you keep pulling like this."

In the end the man protested after a few seconds resisting the pain in his head.

"But Kuri wants revenge!"

As she shrieked, the strong grip on the man's hair disappeared. Hearing it, the handsome figure raised his face in a swift motion to see the little girl before him now closed her mouth while widening her eyes.

"Oh... I see… So you want to get revenge." Said the man while squinting his eyes and bringing his face closer to his daughter.

"I-I mean to give an example to Papa!" Crystalcrown stammered, like the thieves who were caught red-handed when doing their crimes. But she wouldn't give up. She would defend herself with all her might. "But Kuri can't, Papa no hair!"

Hearing Crystalcrown's answer made Cor sigh once more. He then realized that she gave up on the first try. It meant that he, who had tried six times, could also wave a white flag, right?

"You gave up, right? Then me too." Finally he said those words while crossing his arms.

"Nooo!" Once again the crystal princess screamed her objection. She immediately rushed toward the sturdy figure before her and pulled her father's arm. There was a displeased expression painted all over her cute face when the Crownsguard leader before her said "giving up". "Kuri's hair isn't difficult. Please try again Papa! Please!"

Cor gulped. Crystalcrown was now looking at him with teary eyes. Something pierced his heart as he found her cute face showed high hopes. He really really wanted to say 'no' to her but he didn't have the heart to do that. Therefore, now the man closed his eyes and took a very deep breath.

Great. Cor Leonis has been defeated many times by Crystalcrown Leonis.

In one swift movement, Cor lifted up Crystalcrown's tiny body and brought her onto his lap. The man then quickly grabbed the comb with a face of defeat. In contrast, the little girl now raised the corner of her lips to express her happiness. She swayed her legs, telling the world that she was really glad that her father still wanted to obey her selfish request.

The annoying feeling that hugged her small body a while ago was being replaced by amusement every time he saw her Papa who always showed a scary face wrinkled his forehead, showing a very serious face while styling her hair.

Crystalcrown was very happy. Her heart filled with joy because her father had returned. They rarely met because of the man's job, therefore, she didn't want to waste their time together— Cor would definitely be gone again for a long time.

So... it was ok to be selfish and annoying like this, right?

"Is this enough?"

The little girl blinked. She looked back to face her father then turned her head again to look at her reflection in the large mirror before them. Her pink diamonds glowed beautifully when she finally found her hair was being split in half even though it was still a bit messy.

The butterfly fluttered in her heart. She grinned so hard, showing off her small teeth even though Cor's work was not so good if being compared to the Scientia she loved.

"Not as good as Iggu."

Hearing what Crystalcrown's said made Cor really want to pull both of those pink cheeks to inform how hurt he was. Didn't she know that he had been struggling for the sake of her? And now his work was being compared to Ignis.

He sighed again. Feeling like an idiot to be hurt because he knew that the girl was only telling the

He wanted to open his mouth and reply to the girl's words. But before he did that, something popped up in his head. He blinked for a second, remembering that he had something in the pocket of his pants.

He moved the tiny Leonis's body and put her down on the floor before immediately walking to the sofa near the bathroom where his clothes were neatly folded. He reached into the pocket of his pants, looking for something he had bought a few days ago before he returned to Insomnia.

"Papa, what are you doing?"

Crystalcrown asked her father. Curious because he moved so suddenly and left her behind without saying anything.

"Here. I bought this for you."

"Ribbon!"

Looking at his little princess's reaction made Cor blinked and then let out a small giggle. With his alluring eyes, the man watched his little girl's reaction. Crystalcrown who was showing a confused face a while ago suddenly ran to him and grabbed the ribbons. The girl's face looked very happy as she smiled brightly.

Unknown to Cor, that child's overreaction was because she got something from her father who was rarely beside her. She was so happy. Even if it was a small and cheap thing, for her, it was the most luxurious treasure she got.

"You... like it?" Cor asked, unsure.

"Yes!" She answered hastily. "Please put it in Kuri hair!"

Cor smiled and then sat down on the sofa behind him. He patted his thigh, telling the little girl to sit there.

"Papa can tie a ribbon, right?"

"Of course. It's the same as the shoestrings."

"Kuri's hair not shoes!"

Crystal complained in a loud voice. She frowned, feeling a little disturbed because her father had just said—implicitly—that her head was the same as the shoes.

"Done."

After Cor patted her head and said that he was done, the little girl immediately ran to her dressing table, climbed onto the chair that was not so high for her, and showed a satisfied face when she saw her reflection there.

Her sweet smile painted her cute face. She turned her head, looking at her father before yelling—

"Kuri will show it off!"

"Hey, Crystal!"

Cor who was still sitting on the couch a moment ago failed to catch Crystalcrown. She ran so fast, opened the door, and left the room without warning.

The Leonis wanted to chase his little princess, but now he wasn't wearing proper clothes to show it to people outside the room—he and Crystal had just finished bathing together.

On the other hand, the roseate girl who was now wearing a strawberry pattern dress running cheerfully, completely ignoring Cor's shout. She left her room, running to any place that her feet would take.

The hallway on that morning had been filled by several servants and guards. While running, after saying good morning the crystal princess said 'Look! Papa's work!' while pointing at her pigtails. The servants and guards who were greeted couldn't help but chuckled because of her adorable behavior. They nodded and some of them even replied: 'So cute, Miss Crystalcrown'.

The pink girl still swung her legs and greeted the people who were in her line of sight. Her heart was filled with a feeling of pride for her father's work and she wanted everyone in the building―the place she claimed as her playground―to know that. Therefore, she kept running, informing people that Cor Leonis had succeeded in styling her hair.

Still running, suddenly at the end of the hallway she caught two familiar figures who always accompanied her. Her smile got wider and she moved her legs faster towards one of them.

"Uncle Regi!"

The little girl screamed loudly and bumped her tiny body into the king's legs which made him surprised.

"Crystalcrown?!"

"Kuri?"

Next to the King's, there was a prince who also showed his surprised face because his little friend was so noisy this morning. His kyanite eyes blinked, staring at Crystalcrown with a confused look.

"Uncle Regi, Noji, look! Papa's work!"

Crystalcrown let go of her arms from the king's legs, took a few steps back, and then held her two pigtails. Enveloped by a proud feeling, the girl once again showed off the results of her father.

"Cor—"

"What a mess."

The eight-year-old prince suddenly cut off his father's words. Sticking his tongue out towards his childhood friend, he purposely made the roseate girl upset.

"Noctis."

Regis, who wanted to reply Crystalcrown's words, averted his eyes, calling his son's name in a warning tone.

The crystal princess yelled. Approaching the prince, she was ready to bite the arm of the prince who had always been her fighting friend. But before she could do it, the little girl heard a deep voice of a man who shouted her name behind her.

That was her father.

Crystalcrown turned her head, looking at Cor who appeared with short breaths then straightened up his body when he found that his child was now with Regis and Noctis.

"Oh Cor. Crystalcrown just boasted about your work."

Hearing his King's sentence like that made the heat crept into his cheeks. Unwittingly, he lowered his eyes then glared at the little Leonis who now laughed at him—in a cute way.

"I told you not to bother anyone."

"Kuri happy because Papa made this! Papa always busy!"

"Cor, it's okay."

"See? Uncle Regi said that too!"

Everyone spoiled this child too much.

Unfortunately, Cor could only say that sentence in his heart while secretly sighing. Great . All people were always on his little princess's side.

Did it mean that he really needed to be strict with her after this?

"Cor, you can tell your report this afternoon." Suddenly Regis opened his mouth again, informing the Crownsguard Marshal that he gave the man free time until noon. The man showed a gentle face after completing his sentence earlier. "Oh. Right. We are going to the dining room. Do you want to come along?"

"We—"

"Thank you, uncle Regi." The little girl suddenly interrupted her father's words. She bent her head down, showing a courtesy. "Papa already invited Kuri to eat."

She finished her sentence while glancing meaningfully at the little prince—who also realized her gaze. Yes. Crystalcrown was lying. She didn't have any plans with Cor. She said that because she knew that these were rare moments for Noctis to eat together with Regis and she didn't want to interrupt them.

The brown-haired man who was still standing beside the roseate frowned. He knew her daughter was just blurting a lie but he didn't open his mouth. He just stood in silence, letting Crystacrown lie to the king.

"Why were you lying?"

Finally the man asked the question after the King and the Prince left. Cor once again lowered his gaze, looking at his little princess with a curiosity.

"Because Noji doesn't want to be disturbed with uncle Regi." The girl answered while nodding, telling the Leonis man that she was very sure about her answer.

"You understand prince Noctis well, huh."

"Noji often shows his ugly face when he sad. Iggu and I will suffer if he like that."

Cor, who gave a question in a serious tone couldn't help but slightly raise the corner of his lips because of Crystalcrown's answer. A funny feeling tickled his stomach and he couldn't help but give off a chuckle.

"He's a prince, Crystalcrown."

"Kuri's prince just Ignis!" Crystal suddenly shouted out loud, showing her adorable pouting face after saying that.

"Fine. Papa understands." Cor also nodded, agreeing that since she was a child, this little girl indeed had a special interest towards Scientia boy. "So you want to go somewhere? I still have time until midday."

"Carry back!"

That was not the answer to the man's question but Cor obeyed the will of the pink girl who always smiled and showed off her small teeth.

"Tired of running?" He asked.

"People told Kuri cute, you know!" Crystalcrown rubbed her cheek to her father's hair. "Even if Noji said my hair was a mess."

"Sorry I can't tie it like Ignis."

"That's because Papa always hold swords, so Papa can't play with hair!"

"How can I practice... there's no way I tie my subordinate hair."

Listening to the answer of the man who carried her made Crystalcrown's frowned. Her sweet face now looked serious as she thought so hard to unravel his father's words earlier.

"Oh!" She exclaimed as if she had managed to understand what Cor wanted to tell. "Then Kuri will practice sword so that Kuri can participate in mission! Kuri will always be near Papa and Papa can practice pigtails!"

"It will take a long time." Cor lifted the corner of his lips, feeling funny because of his little princess's words. "I won't be as smart as Ignis then."

"Kuri will become strong quickly! Yesterday Kuri stabbed Noji's butt and hit Ignis head with a wooden sword!"

"Crystalcrown..."

Cor who heard that confession almost rubbed his face if only he was not holding his daughter's feet. First, Crystalcrown had just said innocently that she had committed violence to the future king and also to the future adviser. Second, that attitude didn't reflect her as a girl who had been raised next to the crown prince.

Without realizing it, he suddenly remembered his childhood. The scene of how mischievous he was at that time was being played in his mind.

Was the child in his arms actually his child?

"Kuri is Papa's daughter! Kuri can do it!"

Cor almost choked after hearing Crystalcrown's words. He wanted to see the little girl's face, but all he could do was tighten his grip on her short legs.

Daughter…

What if Crystalcrown knew the truth that she was being entrusted to him as a task for the future?

The man took a deep breath. Even though there was a slight bit of bitterness on his tongue as he remembered the truth, he knew that he loved her as if she was his real daughter.

Although the time for Crystalcrown to find out the reality of their relationship would come, only for this time, he wanted to spend their precious moments as a father and a daughter.

"Then I'll train you." Cor finally opened his mouth.

Hearing the answer given by the man who carried her, Crystalcrown immediately showed a happy face. She rubbed her cheek against the man's head and hugged his sturdy neck with her tiny arms.

"Then, Papa should practice pigtails first, okay?!"

She cheerfully asked. Even if he didn't want to, Cor would let his little princess strictly teach him how to tie her hair.

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Close Encounters of the Spiritual Kind

Summary: Emma Nolan spent a lot of time alone, and that was fine by her. Because one is never truly alone. She should know. She can talk to dead people. What she didn’t expect was one of these spiritual encounters to hang around, taking her down a rabbit hole of missing women, revenge, and, least expected, love. Can she save the day and Killian Jones? Is there even another choice?

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A/N: *pokes head in* Hi guys! So some of you may have noticed there wasn't an update from me last week. If you follow me on here, you already knew there wouldn't be one, but I thought I would acknowledge that here as well. I struggled a lot with this chapter, and had a lot of personal issues with writing in general over the last week. I definitely apologize and appreciate all of your patience while I worked through my mental kinks. If you ever have any questions, or you just want to know what's going on with me or my writing, just send em a message or an ask. My inboxes are always open. You can follow me here as well, I’m usually moaning about my writing woes on my blog anyhow lol. More than ever this week, thank you thank you thank you to my wonderful beta and friend @kmomof4 for being so awesome and supportive, and also I will forever be in melting fangirl joy over the beautiful art that @courtorderedcake made for this story. Give her some love, and read all her stuff. She's amazing. And last, but not least, thank YOU, my lovely readers. The fact that y'all take time out of your day to read anything of mine just fills me with joy. So thank you. So much. Without further ado, here's chapter 16!

Chapter 16

Why she was still so affected by a stupid kiss, Emma would never know.

But here she was, studiously avoiding looking over to where Hook was standing with a small, rotund man called Smee of all things (oh, the irony) in order to obtain something that was not very easy to obtain. Which was apparently what William Smee excelled at, obtaining hard to get objects. She hazarded a glance at the two men, simply to find out what was taking so damn long, and immediately regretted it.

Smee was scrutinizing her, his distrust clear as day, but that wasn't what threw her. It was the set of bright blue eyes that were locked on her rapidly reheating face and the peek of tongue that slipped past Hook's lips as he swiped it over them. He thumbed the scruff on the edge of his jaw, responding to something Smee said half heartedly, his gaze staying resolutely on her face.

She couldn't look away fast enough.

Good man, Milah whispered without warning. Emma jumped, her face reddening further, utterly embarrassed to be caught in some sort of moment with Hook by his dead ex-lover. Slowly, the scent of jasmine filtered into her senses.

“Hello to you, too,” Emma grumbled, then froze, her eyes widening and her brows climbing her forehead.

Did she know about the kiss?!

Yes, Milah murmured and Emma felt her stomach turn as the spirit answered her unasked question. Good man. Worthy.

Emma's heart stuttered through a change in gears in her chest before ramping up in speed. She swallowed thickly, trying to think of a response but coming up entirely empty. She looked to where the two men talked out of the corner of her eye and saw them turn and walk into the building.

“Can you just… not… do that. We get along now. That's enough,” Emma said through gritted teeth. A silence descended in the car around Emma.

Good man.

The final whispered words faded away along with the scent of Milah’s perfume and Emma was alone again. She sighed heavily, Milah's words weighing on her already heavy mind.

Emma startled as the door opened to the passenger side of the bug, but she recovered quickly as Hook settled himself in beside her. He didn't appear to have anything new with him and Emma's brow knitted together in confusion. He glanced at her face and then quickly away and she just knew that he had done something she didn't approve of.

“All set, Swan, let's go,” he said, patting the dashboard with his good hand and shifting in his seat. She didn't move to start the car, only staring at him intently, trying to figure out just what it was that he was hiding.

He exhaled sharply through his nose and turned his head only slightly to get a better look at her stone faced expression.

“You know, vehicles usually function better once they're running.” He gestured to the ignition with his hooked arm, still not making eye contact.

“What did you do?” she asked bluntly and Killian looked genuinely surprised before steeling his features once more.

“Well you saw most of it. We had a chat, went inside, and now it's time to leave.”

“And what happened while you were inside, Killian?” He winced at her use of his given name.

“Business,” he replied, his tone clipped. He turned back to look out the windshield.

“What kind of business?”

“The kind you needn’t concern yourself with, love,” he said softly, but his tone brokered no arguments. Emma studied him for a moment longer. The way his dark hair fell over his forehead, his bright blue eyes avoiding hers. His jaw ticked, not in anger, but frustration. Her senses still fired off red flags that he had done something he shouldn’t have, but Emma recognized his behavior for what it was. He was trying to protect her.

So she let it go.

For now.

Wordlessly, she reached up and turned the keys dangling from the ignition, the engine to the little yellow bug rumbling to life behind them, and she drove them back to the compound. As soon as they had gotten back, Emma hadn’t even needed to worry about putting space between them. Twilight had already descended around them and Hook wasted no time in disappearing into the shadows between buildings.

“Get some rest. You’ll need it for tomorrow,” he said before he vanished. He was obviously avoiding her, but that was fine by Emma. If he hadn’t put the space between them, she would have, certainly.

Emma made her way back into the living quarters, staying clear of the office area in case that was where Hook had escaped to, making her way into the bedroom Hook had led her to before. She was tired. So very tired. These kinds of things tended to happen, though, when you hadn’t slept in a week and sustained more than one head injury. The cut on her head throbbed with her heartbeat a few times at the thought, but Emma ignored it. She was getting good at ignoring the small things. She had to stay singularly focused. There was no room for anything else.

She spied the blanket, sheet, and pillow that Hook had left out at the foot of the bed, for her, she presumed, and picked it up, setting it on the ground. She wasn’t a hundred percent sure whose bed this was, exactly, but she was almost positive it was Hook’s and she wasn’t looking to put him out. She just wanted to relax a moment. Setting the pillow against the wall where the headboard would have gone, had there been one, she toed off her boots and spread the sheet down over the top of the already crisply made up mattress. She walked across the room to where a small card table sat, empty of all things except her messenger bag.

She wasn’t sure what had possessed her to bring in her sketchbook from the car, but she had, and now she knew it would bring her the comfort she sought in this moment. She grabbed only one pencil from her bag and flipped open the book to a blank page before settling onto the bed. The moment the pencil touched the paper, she was lost in the motion of the drawing, unsure of what she was even sketching until a flower began to take form over the page. Long, thin, pointed petals began to fill the space in the shape of a star. She shaded a bit and began another. And another when that one was finished.

Suddenly, she was in a field of flowers like the ones she had been drawing. Instead of leaning against the wall, her back was against the rough bark of a large tree, her sketchbook having disappeared entirely. The hairs on the back of her neck stood to attention, goosebumps exploding over her skin despite the warmth of her surroundings, and she knew she wasn’t alone. Emma eased to her feet, finding she wasn’t nearly as sore as before, and turned around, laying eyes on the tall man standing off to her left.

Liam’s mouth was set in a firm line as he watched her get to her feet and approach him and Emma grew wary of the obvious disapproval in his stare.

“Hello, Liam,” she greeted him warmly all the same.

“Emma,” he returned coolly. “Would you care to explain why you were snogging my little brother in the street today?”

Emma blinked rapidly at his blunt words before the anger and embarrassment swirled in her abdomen again.

“You know, between you and Milah, I’m beginning to think I don’t have a moment’s privacy. Do you watch me shower as well? Keep track of my toilet habits?” she snapped, folding her arms across her chest. Liam blushed but his expression remained stern.

“I don’t keep track of your anything, unless it has to do with Killian. What were you thinking?” he asked tersely. Emma’s patience was already wearing thin. As she brushed her long blonde hair over her shoulder, her hands found their place on her jean clad hips.

“I was thinking that your brother is an insufferable ass who needed a dose of his own medicine. It was just a kiss to shut him up. And he kissed me first, by the way.” A thin honey colored brow arched high on her forehead.

Liam made a low humming sound, as if he didn’t entirely believe her. She wasn’t sure she entirely believed herself.

“There is a fine line that you’re flirting with, Emma.” He folded his arms over his broad chest.

“Pun intended?” she snarked.

“I mean it. You’re not here to fraternize with Killian. He is in real trouble, and if you’re only going to complicate things rather than help him, maybe it’s best if you bow out.”

“Not a chance in hell,” she growled, kicking the flowers at her feet. They exploded into a flurry of white petals, looking much like snow swirling between them.

They glared at each other for a long minute before Liam let out a sigh.

“Listen, lass, I know you’re under a lot of pressure. You’re tired, maybe not thinking straight, but I’m telling you now, getting involved with Killian is a mistake. For him and for you. Don’t forget, at the end of all of this, you’ll be going your separate ways. Think of your own heart, if nothing else,” he murmured, taking a step closer to her, and Emma scoffed.

“My heart is just fine. Your brother has become a friend, at best. You know, you and Milah, you guys came to me for help. Not the other way around,” she reminded him. Liam nodded.

“As you’re well aware, I’m sure, options to reach out from beyond are… limited. At best.” Liam’s brow pinched, deep furrows of concern working their way into his forehead. “I need to know that your priorities are straight.”

“That is one thing you never need to worry about. And, sorry to disappoint, but Killian is not my top priority right now. Finishing this case is. Finding these missing girls is. Taking down that bastard Gold is my number one priority. And nothing, not even your brother, and especially not some stupid, fucking kiss, is going to push me off my path,” Emma said, now shaking with the weight of the words pouring from her. Liam’s face was unchanged.

“You say that, Emma, but I see my brother. I watch him every day. And his heart is definitely on the line here. I’d bet my eternal soul that yours is, too,” he said, more gently this time. That statement struck Emma hard, her breath evaporating from her lungs.

His eternal soul.

The only thing he had left. The only thing that truly mattered in anyone’s life. His slate blue eyes stared into her jade green, the intensity of his words washing over the moment. There was no other way to answer him but honestly.

“I won’t let any feelings from Killian or myself get in the way of what I need to do,” she replied quietly and Liam’s shoulders sagged in relief. “And Killian will come around. We will fix this.”

“I truly hope so, lass,” Liam said, reaching out to pat her on the shoulder. “Get some rest. You’ll need it for tomorrow.” Emma smirked at his echoing of his younger brother’s words from earlier. The Jones men were so alike sometimes, and then others, they couldn’t be more different. Emma looked down to pick a white flower from the field, and when she looked up, Liam was gone.

Emma decided that she was going to take advantage of the beautiful dreamscape she found herself in, turning to head back to the tree, but as soon as she made the rotation, the scene was gone as well. She was at her apartment building, at the end of the hallway by the elevator on her floor, but there was a red string in front of her door. Her eyes followed the string down, down, down until she saw the other end laying at her feet.

She bent down, the flower in her grasp fluttering to the ground beside her, replacing it with the red string between her fingers. She began following the string, one hand on it at all times, passing it to the other and back again as she walked towards her apartment. The door was open and she followed the string inside.

She wasn’t prepared for what she saw.

Women, naked women, battered and bruised, and lifeless, their eyes staring blankly into the void of her living room, piled atop one another in a heap, all of them bearing faces that she'd only seen in case files. Emma stood frozen in the doorway, her mouth hanging open in utter horror and the string gripped tightly in her fists. Limbs stuck out in every direction, cuts and bruises marring the flesh. Suddenly, from the middle of the pile, one of the hands began to move, just a slight twitch of the fingers. Emma ran towards the indication of life, desperately moving arms and legs and hair to reach whoever she could still save.

A woman with short, dark hair in front of her face was at the other end of the movement. Emma swept her hair away to look at her pale, blemished features. She recognized her immediately. Ivy Belfrey. The most recent woman to go missing. Her big brown eyes were dimming, her life force fading like all the rest, and Emma grasped her hand tightly.

“Stay with me, Ivy, I'm gonna get you help,” Emma told her and a single fat tear rolled down Ivy's cheek.

“Why didn't you save us?” Ivy asked on a cracked whisper. Emma's throat closed up at her words and her green eyes blew wide. Ivy's expression twisted into something dark and angry and she reared up from her place within the corpses. “WHY DIDN'T YOU SAVE US?” she screamed. Before Emma could answer, Ivy had reached down and yanked the string from Emma's hand.

The entire room blew apart in a fiery explosion and Emma screamed…

“EMMA!”

Emma's eyes snapped open and she sat up in the bed she was in, looking around frantically. She was still at the compound. Her eyes cleared from the haze of her dream and found Killian, staring at her in the dark of the room, concern etched into his features. Tentatively, he reached up with his hand and brushed a wild snarl of blonde curls out of her face, his knuckles skimming her cheek soothingly as he withdrew, but Emma instinctively leaned into his calming touch. At her motion, Killian moved closer to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her into his side.

Then Emma did something she hadn’t done in years in front of another living soul. She cried. She turned her face into his chest and her tears were immediately soaked up by the cotton of his t-shirt. She wasn’t sure when he slipped further up onto the bed, or when she’d ended up curled up half in his lap, him murmuring soft, calming things in her ear as sobs racked her body, but she did know one thing: she felt the safest she had since this whole ordeal started right there in Killian Jones’ arms.

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Back To You - Chapter Two

Pairing: Drake x MC(Anna Grey)

Faceclaim: Daniel di Tomasso as Drake Walker and Elizabeth Olsen as Anna Grey

Book: The Royal Romance

Word Count: ~ 2,400

Rating: M for language

Prompt:

Remembering the past isn’t always the best choice, Drake Walker was reminded of that right at the beggining of Homecoming ball. But what has changed since the first time they met? And worse, what has stayed the same?

Anna Grey on the other hand feels the weight of choices she hasn’t yet done and the consequences they’ll bring to everyone around her.

Author’s Note:

Hiiiii dear readers!!!!

I took to long to update the fic and I know that, the thing is: I’ve been having some trouble with anxiety and my dear beta reader has been taking care of her own problems so everything kind of just pilled up and I got late. BUT NOW I’M HERE RIGHT? Better late then never!

This chapter has what is the beggining of angst so brace yourselves because there is way more coming your way.... That being said I hope you all like it, I’ll update soon maybe and I already apologize for any grammar mistake(I’m from Brazil so give me a break lol)!

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Disclaimer: The characters don’t belong to me(except for Anna Grey), I just borrow them from Pixelberry!

“And every time we talk

Every single word builds up to this moment

And I gotta convince myself I don't want it

Even though I do (even though I do)”

“I don-”

Anna starts to say but Drake is already gone, he walks fast searching for a place far from the ‘happy couple’. He simply can’t watch Liam receive her affection and love so openly, when the best he can get are secret stolen moments with her.

In the anger of the moment Drake didn’t see Maxwell and Hana walking between laughs towards him. They collide and Drake almost knocks the drinks out of their hands, knowing he doesn’t have time or patience to deal with it yet he simply mumbles an apology.

“You almost spilled the drinks man, and the bar is faaaar away!”

Maxwell speaks in the childish way that Drake’s used to but this time it bothers him more than ever, so he smirks before stealing the two glasses Maxwell is holding and drinking it all in a single sip.

“Sorry.”

“Why are you so mean? Now I gotta get more drinks, damn!”

Drake stops him in his track, he feels the rage boiling stronger as he speaks:

“I drank mine and Grey’s but Liam already got her another, don’t worry.”

Hana has been watching Drake and Anna since the moment they went to the bar, it started complicated but her eyes sparkled when she saw Drake touching Anna’s arm and she coming closer to him. She felt pretty proud of giving them the first push until Liam approached and Drake left with hurt in his eyes. Now he is standing in front of her, his brown irises darker than normal indicating there is something really wrong.

“Drake, is everything al-”

He doesn’t let Hana finish too, passing between her and Maxwell in quick steps toward the exit of the ballroom. Maxwell shares the confused look with her about Drake’s angrier mood. Except he shrugs while walking in their friends direction and Hana keeps searching for a way to help her friends, maybe she should talk to Anna? Or ask her to talk to Drake? Maybe she should just let them deal with it alone but there is a voice inside her head that screams they won’t solve it without her help.

Anna smiles at Liam, accepting the drink and the dance but they are soon interrupted by Hana and Maxwell.

“I got you drinks but Drake stole them, so if you really want I can go aaaall the way over to the bar to get more.”

Maxwell says in a dramatic tone while Hana gets closer to Anna so she can whisper that Drake is not alright, she isn’t sure that’s the right thing to do but Hana learned to trust her gut with these two.

“There is no need Maxwell, me and Anna were about to open up the dance floor.”

The two women look at each other uncertainly, Anna knows she has to talk to Drake but it breaks her heart denying Liam’s sweet proposal of dancing. Hana Lee wasn’t used to having friends, for most of her life seemed like the weight of the world was on her shoulders and there was nobody to help her carry. That’s probably why she dreamed of having friends, not really sure if she would know what to do or if it was actually everything she expected. Yet in this moment Hana understands what it means friendship, as she gently brushes her hand on Liam’s arm and speaks:

“Would you mind if it was me and you? I’ve been dying to dance again.”

“It would be my pleasure Lady Hana.”

Liam is pretty good at maintaining his expression neutral, even when he feels disappointed that Anna won’t be the one he is dancing with. The American in the other hand has a harder time hiding her growing affliction about Drake, she however manages to give him a fake smile and nod as they leave for the dance floor, not before Hana winking at her. She mouths a ‘thank you’ and drinks the rest of her whiskey in one gulp, needing the liquid courage to go face a very complicated commoner that makes her heart race.

The ballroom is bright and full of noise, some people laughing, other politely engaged in boring conversation, most of them eating the delicious food and sipping on the expensive drinks.

Anna walks towards the door in fast steps, her heartbeat racing with every second and she curses herself for feeling so out of control when it comes to him. All the noise is only a buzz when she reaches the library, stopping at the door and taking a deep breath before opening it.

She doesn’t know why she felt like he would be here, the place he showed her just the night before in his happy-drunk state. Her gaze scours the room with hope but it fades as she realizes he’s not there, a big sigh escapes her mouth and she is about to leave when a small noise caught her attention.

“I made up my mind, it must come to an end

Look at me now, will I ever learn?”

Anna kept listening, following the sound cautiously until she enters the secret passage and finally identifies the song. The sound is coming from the two empty whiskey cups that Drake clinks together in the rhythm of Mamma Mia while he slowly hums the lyrics.

She takes a moment to observe him without anyone to interrupt or to suspect that she’s completely in love with him, when not even Anna admits that. His dark hair is messy and he’s constantly running his hand through it, probably because of the sad expression in his face.

A long time ago Anna Grey dreamed of living in New York and pursuing the actress career, she took lessons and practiced every classic Shakespeare play for months. Then she decided an actress should be able to sing and started obsessing over musicals, her mom got tired of how much she singed Chim Chim Cher-ee around the house.

For not knowing exactly how to strike conversation with the man in front of her, fully lost in his own thoughts or maybe just because she couldn’t control the joke. Enjoying to make a great entrance she sings mimicking a microphone in harmony with his clinking sounds since he’s not singing anymore.

“Mamma mia, here I go again

My my, how can I resist you?

Mamma mia, does it show again

My my, just how much I've missed you?”

Drake gets up with surprise written all over his face, he almost drops the cups with the shock yet his gaze softens as he sees the smile on her lips.

“You scared me Grey.”

“Oh, come on. I took lessons and my teacher said I was pretty good.”

Anna jokes before closing the door behind her and walking closer to him, her dress shining in the dim light along with those big sparkly eyes that stare into his. Drake can’t help but take a step in her direction too, letting the cups rest on a small stool near him.

“Can we agree to never talk about this again?”

“Are you kidding? This is like gold blackmailing information.”

She chuckles and he rolls his eyes. They both can feel the attraction between them, the electric way the air feels when it’s just the two of them, when they can finally allow themselves to feel.

“Though I did not expect Mamma Mia coming from you, you’re more of a Les Miserables kind of guy.”

“If that was a pun intended joke you need to stop hanging out with Maxwell. Which, by the way, was the person who made me watch Mamma Mia. The song got stuck in my head.”

“Yeah I may not comment this with people… but I need a ‘pretty please’ from you.”

“You know I won’t say that.”

“Maybe your ‘pretty please’ can be a kiss?”

“What are you doing here anyway Grey? Aren’t you supposed to be with Liam?”

They both remember very well the last time he said that to her and the thought makes her approach him, stopping right in front of him with a tiny smirk spread across her mouth. This time she is gonna let her intentions pretty clear, that’s why she moves closer until she is inches away from him.

“I prefer being with you.”

Her voice is strong and full of truth, her fingertips reach again for his cheek and her lips brush gently over his. Drake gets lost in the touch, her words echoing in his mind when he pulls her closer and deepens the kiss.

It’s incredible how every time they kiss there is a flame burning inside the both of them, a feeling of warmth and belonging that neither has ever felt before. His hands are stroking her soft hair as her’s caress his cheek, using the touch to bring his body so close there isn’t anything separating them.

Slowly and out of air they break apart, still with their foreheads pressed together and the desire for much more than just the kiss. Anna still remembers his lips travelling down her body in the most adoring way she has ever seen, if she really concentrates she can feel his warmth breath in her ear from the first time they made love, only two days ago.

Drake remembers that night too, the way her hands touched him with so much love and hunger it made him shiver at the thought, if he closes his eyes he can still hear her moaning whispers and how making love to her was beyond any expectation. Though with the memories of that night racing in his mind, the memory of how Liam’s broken expression at the hospital lightened up at the sight of Anna is brought up too. His best friend is crazy about her and he can’t do that to him, not tonight.

He takes a step back, the hand stroking her hair is now grabbing the cup again and he drops gently the hand holding her hips. Anna cocks both of her eyebrows at him, silently asking what the hell just happened and but his body language explains it without needing words.

Liam. It’s always Liam.

“Don’t do this.”

She takes a step forward and he takes another one back, trying to keep the distance between them or he’ll end up screwing everything up. Anna has learned better than to fight him with her words so in a quick move she embraces his waist and kisses him hungrily.

“Grey…”

Their lips are still pressed together when he mumbles her surname, it’s too good having her like that and Drake steals a peck before kissing her forehead in a protective way and whispering:

“You know we can’t do that. Not here, not tonight.”

“When then?”

“I don’t know. But don’t you dare thinking I don’t want this, because damn Grey I want this more than anything.”

“When will you understand that it’s exactly what I want too?”

The silence answers her and Anna can feel the tears building up in her eyes but she won’t allow herself to cry over this, over Drake’s stubborn ass. She turns to go without saying another word however he holds her arm again.

“I have...I have a bad feeling about today and it’s probably stupid, I think I also need to stop spending time with Maxwell.”

She doesn’t laugh at his little joke and stares at him with an expression as cold as ice, he fondles her cheek while talking:

“Just.. just take care ok?”

Hana Lee is drinking a glass of champagne and watching with a smile the Cordonian waltz when Anna Grey enters the ballroom again. She recognizes her friend easily because of the golden gown and the impetuous presence that comes with it, Anna takes place beside her and the anger is transparent in her hushed tone.

“You shouldn’t have said anything.”

The waiter passes with a tray full of champagne glasses and the American takes two at once, drinking them too fast for Hana’s taste so she smiles apologetically to the red haired man.

“What happened?”

Their eyes are focused on the couples dancing, Olivia and Liam move in complete sync but Hana’s gaze is now on the door beside them where a figure enters it silently. Drake glances in their direction, staring at Anna for some seconds before lowering his head and going straight to the bar.

“What always happens Hana. He pushed me away.”

She puts a hand on her friend’s shoulder, letting Anna rest her head on her shoulder and she is one more time thankful that Hana is with her tonight. Watching Liam whirl Olivia she lets out a big sigh and resumes on drinking Hana’s stolen champagne.

“Maybe he just needs a little push, or a little patience.”

“What do you guys think about making an after party in Anna’s room?”

Maxwell sits next to Anna, an excited grin spread across his lips but quickly fades by the cold look on Anna’s face. Hana speaks in an almost-angry tone, but not totally because Hana is too sweet to be fully mad.

“Maxwell, we are in the middle of an important conversation. Why don’t you go invite someone to dance?”

“O-okay then.”

The second Maxwell leaves Anna throws her hands in the air and says only for Hana to hear:

“I don’t want this. I can’t do this anymore Han and honestly, I don’t want to.”

Hana wonders if she is lying to herself too, remembering the many lies she told herself about how she wanted to take those hundred lessons to be a ‘real lady’ and knowing the weight of those lies in her happiness, she can’t let her friend keep up the act. So she takes Anna’s hands and looks into her eyes.

“This is a lie that you’re telling yourself honey. And these usually just ruin our chances of true happiness, so don’t do it.”

“I’m not lying Han. I’m tired, exhausted even, of playing these damn games with him. I’m tired.”

“But that doesn’t mean you don’t want it anymore. More importantly, it doesn’t mean you don’t need it.”

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