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[believesthings]

Different Kind of Touch// Ted Lasso x Reader

Summary: After seeing your boyfriend, Ted Lasso, roll out his new “Led Tasso” method at training, you have an unexpected response and you’re surprised to come home one day to find that your boyfriend has decided to bring this new method into the bedroom. 

A/N: I haven’t written smut in like 7 years but I really wanted to write this. (and just like our man Ted says “training makes perfect”) so I figured there was no better way to get comfortable with writing smut again except to just dive into it. Also shoutout to @calzone-d​, since her message of encouragement is what pushed me to complete this. Full disclosure, you might have to suspend some disbelief for this piece. It’s hard for me to say what would be in character for “Led Tasso” since we only have one scene of him in the show. But what is fanfiction but the deepest desires of our imaginations? 

Warnings: Smut, Panty gagging, fingering 

It was a complete coincidence that you showed up to training the same day that Ted decided to unveil his Led Tasso method. You and Ted had both been so busy lately and you wanted to surprise him at work. You didn’t see him down in his office when you arrived, however, Beard was there with a signature football book propped open, absorbing the tactics like a sponge. 

“Hey Beard. Where’s Ted?” 

“Getting ready for training.” 

Nate chimes in - “Apparently, we’re using Led Tasso today.” 

Looking between the two men you ask, “What the hell is Led Tasso?” 

“The last resort, apparently.” 

Sitting a couple rows behind Dr. Sharon, you see your boyfriend come out onto the pitch, grumbling and throwing a cup up at the stands. He flips over the drink table and it certainly startles you, it’s pretty rare to see aggression from Ted even if this is still pretty goofy.

Watching the team lean down and touch their toes - and then touch each other’s toes, you couldn’t help but laugh. 

Even though the whole thing was certainly absurd, it was definitely doing something for you. 

Watching him flip over a table, telling Collin off for running his mouth, and when he picked up the ball and started talking about the ‘air hole nub,’ you were embarrassingly close to squirming in your seat; the whole thing reminding you all too well what it felt like to have his own fingers on you. 

Beard snaps him back to reality and there is again - sweet Ted. He waves up at you, “Hey there Darlin’! I wasn’t expecting to see you today.” 

“I know - I was a surprise. I figured we could have lunch together today.” 

“What a sweet surprise you are. Course we can have lunch together, come on.” 

Making your way down to him, he wraps his arm around you and presses a kiss to your temple. 

“So, Led Tasso, huh?” 

“Yeah, you know like we were tellin’ the doc, sometimes you just gotta try different methods, you know? You never know what will help.” 

“You’re the best coach I’ve ever seen, Ted. Keep doing your thing and I’m sure it’ll all work out.” 

______________________________________________________________

“What is all this?” 

Ted looks up at you, smiling. “Well, I figured we’ve both been so busy lately it was time for us to have some much needed time together, alone.” 

Candles and soft lighting decorated the room, a very romantic atmosphere. However, you could also see a stash of towels on the bed which said to you - your needs were going to be thoroughly taken care of tonight. You were already practically squirming in anticipation of what was to come. 

Ted makes his way over, taking your face in his hands and kisses you. “I won’t lie to you, darling. I’ve been craving your body all day. I could barely focus on training cause I was thinking about you so much. Beard had to snap me back to reality a few times.” 

He pulls back, drinking you in. “You are an absolute vision, you know.” 

His hands roam down grabbing you by the waist as he makes his way down and starts kissing your neck. Murmuring against your skin, “You’re wearing too many clothes.” 

Rolling your eyes and chuckling lightly at him, you reply, “I’m wearing shorts, Ted.” 

“Well, they’re in the way.” 

“They do come off, you know.” 

He lifts his head up and locks his eyes with yours. “Can I take your clothes off, sweetheart?” 

“I thought you’d never ask.” 

Lifting your shirt up over your head and throwing it to the side, he wastes no time pressing kisses on your now exposed skin. His lips and hands making their way leisurely down your body until he reaches your hips. He pulls your shorts down and you kick them out of the way as you step out of them. 

“Would you do me a favor and kneel on those towels for me, love?” 

You drop a knowing gaze to the bulge in his pants and he chuckles at you. “Oh, believe me darlin’ I wouldn’t be opposed to you taking care of me like that, but tonight is about putting your pleasure first.” 

Which was funny to you, because with Ted every night was about putting your pleasure first. 

“Here let me lie down behind you.” You settle down on the towels and he pulls you back into his chest. “Just like that. Can you close your eyes for me?” He whispers in your ear. 

You let out a sigh as you feel Ted’s large hands roaming over your body. “I want you to clear your head and focus on my touch, okay?” 

Nodding your head, he whispers again, “good girl.” 

You let out a whimper at the clenching you can feel in your core at his words. 

He cups your breasts in his hands and rubs his thumbs over your nipples, feeling them harden under his touch.  “I love the little noises you make.” he says as he starts kissing your neck. 

“Can you spread your legs open for me, baby?” 

You comply, opening your legs and raising up off the towel as Ted slides your panties down and places them off to the side. 

“There you go. Just like that.” You begin squirming against him and he presses his hands against your thighs, holding you still. “Shh, keep your eyes closed.” He runs one hand  up and down your inner thighs while the other hand reaches up and gently grabs your neck. He’s back in your ear again, “I’m going to take care of you, darlin’.” 

Of course he was. He always did. 

“Now, a little birdie told me that you uh-” He clears his throat, “you really enjoyed the show you got out on the pitch the other day, that a certain someone really grabbed your attention.”

Since you’ve only made one recent trip to Ted’s work, it didn’t take long for you to figure out what Ted was talking about. His alter ego, Led Tasso. 

Your eyes shoot open and come face to face with his own hazel irises gazing back at you. “How did you - “ A little birdie told me. “Oh, I’m going to kill him.” 

“Now honey, there’s no need to go gettin’ mad at Beard. I could tell when I saw you that day that training obviously had an effect on you. You looked more nervous than a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. All beard said was that you mentioned that it was doing something for you. But I had mostly figured that out on my own, he just gave me the verbal confirmation I needed to be sure.” 

“You don’t need to be embarrassed, you know. You should always tell me what you like.” He goes back to kissing your neck. 

“I want to know everything.” 

Kiss

“Everything that gives you chills.”

Kiss

“Everything that flusters you.” 

Kiss

His voice seems to drop an octave when he says, “Everything that makes you wet.” 

“Ted-” You whimper out. 

“Do you trust me, baby?” 

“Of course I trust you Ted. Always.” 

He gives you a soft kiss on the lips. “Just relax. I’ll be right back, okay?” 

Before you can even fully process it, he’s getting up and stepping into the bathroom. You lie back and try to catch your bearings. Ted had barely even begun touching you and you were already about to lose your mind. You and Ted had played with  Dom/Sub dynamics before but Ted bringing out this persona in the bedroom was a whole different ballpark. 

When he emerges back into the room, the atmosphere shifts. Even though he looks like your Ted, you can feel the difference almost instantly. 

“Close your eyes.” 

It’s direct, his voice taking on an authority that your body seems to naturally respond to. 

Once your eyelids have dropped, you can feel two of his fingers tracing along your bottom lip. “Open your mouth for me.” 

Feeling his digits press against your tongue, you gently close your mouth. 

“Suck.” 

The anticipation you’ve been feeling seems to go off like a rocket. You get to work on the task at hand, wasting no time in swirling your tongue around his fingers. 

“There you go, don’t hold back now. Gotta make sure they’re ready for where I’m gonna touch you next, yeah?” 

You moan against his fingers at the thought of him finally giving you what you need. 

“Oh, you like that?” 

Nodding your head as he pops his fingers out of your mouth you can hear a slight tsk tsk tsk coming from above you. 

“Use your words. We’re not moving on til you do.” 

Your voice slightly cracks as you answer him, “Y-yes coach.” 

There’s a brief pause and you wonder if you’ve already done something wrong. But he ends it quickly. “Good girl.” 

He gently cups your pussy and you can feel his fingers caressing your folds and working their way towards your, now, incredibly sensitive clit. 

But he doesn’t touch you there yet. 

“Look at you. Your breathin’ is getting  nice and heavy. I love teasin’ ya. Love hearing you making all those needy little noises.” 

Your breath catches in your throat as you feel his fingers finally dip down and draw little circles on your clit. Finally giving you the touch you crave. 

“This is the best part, isn’t it? I love getting all these little reactions out of you., making you melt with my touch, making you shake, turning you into a desperate mess. Making you beg for release. Do you want more?” 

Gasping out an answer, “Yes, please.” 

His other hand joins in as he gently slides in two fingers, while his other hand keeps playing with your clit. 

The feeling was more intense than you anticipated and you let your eyes roll back while you moan out for him. 

“Now, you gotta be quiet for me.” 

You whimper in protest at this and he draws his fingers away. 

“I asked you to be quiet.” 

“No, please -” You whine. 

He chuckles lowly at you, “Now, I think I might have been wrong about you. A good girl would follow directions like she was told. I guess you’re more of a naughty girl than I thought. Looks like I’ll have to help keep you quiet since you can’t do it yourself.” 

He reaches over and grabs your panties. 

“Open your mouth.” 

He’s hovering over you, stuffing your panties in your mouth, nice and tight. 

“There you go, now you can moan and whimper all you want. Let’s see how quiet you can stay if I just add another finger…” 

A third finger slides its way into you and you begin moaning against the fabric in your mouth. You could feel your own wetness on your panties against your lips and you would be lying if you said it didn’t serve to just turn you on even more. 

Your moaning only gets louder once you feel him increase the pace. 

“That’s how you want it, huh? You want me to go a little harder, a little deeper?” He leans down and starts kissing on your neck again and lightly biting on your skin. 

“I knew I was right about you. You are a naughty girl. Don’t you dare think about closing your legs. Need you to keep them wide open so I can properly give you my fingers, isn’t that right?” 

He doesn’t say anything but you can feel him begin to slow his fingers and it’s becoming apparent to you that he’s waiting on a response from you before he’ll pick up his pace again. 

You muffle out a “mmhm” against the fabric of your panties. 

 “You feel so good. So wet. I can’t wait to sink into that perfect pussy later. But right now, it’s not about me, is it? Right now it’s about making you cum as hard as you can. But you don’t do it until I say so, okay?” 

He curls his finger in just the right spot and your hips buck up against him. 

“I’ll even give you a little countdown. What do you think? I’ll only count from five - I won’t torture you too much. You’re too much of a greedy girl to be able to handle much more, aren’t you?” 

You were so desperate for release and you didn’t care how much it showed at this point. Moaning and writhing at how close you were to falling apart. Tears were pricking the edges of your eyes as you looked up at him. He wasn’t speaking and you couldn’t read him well enough under this persona to tell where his head was. You didn’t think you could hold on much longer and you prayed he would start counting down soon. 

He keeps his eyes on you and you can make out the light smirk forming on his face. “Alright - I’ll go easy on ya.” 

“Five”

Oh, thank god. 

“Four” 

You could feel it building. 

“Three” 

Almost there…

“Two”

So close

“God you’re so beautiful when you’re desperate.” 

Jesus Christ. You were so close. So much for going easy. Just one more number and you could have relief.

He removes his fingers from your pussy and  lazily circles your clit while he sucks on your neck. 

You groan against the gag in your mouth at the loss of contact. 

“Alright, I’ll have mercy on you.” 

“One”  he says as he plunges his fingers back into you and your eyes roll back at the feeling. 

“There you go, that’s it.” He talks you through your orgasm as you feel the wetness soaking his fingers and the towels beneath you, thank god he had the foresight to lay them out. 

He removes his fingers and reaches up to take the gag out of your mouth, you grab his fingers, licking your own arousal off of him. You remove his fingers from your mouth with a pop and sit up on the bed, facing yourself in front of your boyfriend. 

You clap your hands in front of him two times just like you saw from Beard on the pitch and just like magic, your sweet Ted is back - and a little flustered. 

“Hey there darlin’ you ok?” 

You nod at him, still trying to get your bearings and fully come down from your high. 

He gets up and goes into the other room. When he returns, he holds a glass of water out to you which you gladly accept. You take slow sips while Ted peppers you with soft kisses. “What do you think about running a bath and getting cleaned up?” 

He holds his hand out to you as you attempt to stand but your legs are shakier than you expect. “I got ya, darlin’” 

He lifts you up and carries you into  the bathroom, sitting you down gently on the side of the tub while he gets the water ready. 

“Thank you for tonight, Ted. That was one of the hottest things I’ve experienced.” 

“Thank you, honey. For trusting me to do all that. I thought it was pretty incredible myself.” 

You step into the bath and lie back against his chest. 

“Still feeling a little dizzy sweetheart? That’s okay. We can take all the time we need to relax.” 

“Love you, Ted.” 

He presses a kiss against your shoulder blade. “I love you too.” 

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[waystarresourceco]

It occurs to me as I was recently rewatching Chiantishire that something I didn’t pay attention to the first time around is how Caroline handles discussions of the past, particularly the Logan-Caroline divorce and its aftereffects. Unlike Logan, who basically bulldozes his way through memories to reconstruct a future he can handle, Caroline’s engagement in ‘the past’ seems dependent on who she’s talking to.

Long Caroline-Shiv-Kendall post beneath the cut.

I get the sense from Chiantishire that Shiv wasn’t very aware of the details of the divorce. She didn’t really know how or why Caroline left – just that her mother wasn’t there. And in her absence, Logan’s narrative became Shiv’s truth: Caroline didn’t want her – didn’t even care enough to fight to keep her in her life. So fine. Shiv doesn’t want her either. And in Italy, she let Caroline know that.

And then something interesting happens - Caroline actually engages. She admits that she wasn’t the greatest mother in one breath and brandishes a verbal knife with another. “I may have been a bit of a spotty mother but you’ve been a shitty daughter.” It’s vicious all the way around, but it’s a kind of mutual wounding. It’s a conversation. The past is painful, but it’s open for renegotiation. Because underneath it all, there’s the heart of something still alive between the two of them.

But with Kendall...with Kendall there’s nothing left to engage in because the distance is already too great.

In the cut scene from Pre-Nuptial, we get this gem:

Here, Kendall tries to forgive Caroline for the same “abandonment” Shiv brings up in Chiantishire, but it’s met with a very different response from Caroline. Instead of an acknowledgement of being a “spotty mother,” Caroline goes on the offensive. She presses him on the double standard he’s applying to her because this is an old hurt, one that has its roots in how Kendall is always Logan’s, even when he’s privy to details that should make him think differently.

There’s an underlying implication in Caroline’s response that suggests Kendall has much more of a picture of what led to the divorce than Shiv does. As the oldest, the heir, and Logan’s sometimes confidant, Kendall would have likely had a front row seat to the breakdown of his parents’ marriage. To the moment Logan banished Caroline from her children’s lives. And while he might not have known everything, to Caroline he was capable of knowing the difference between leaving and being pushed out.

And her son’s blame? It’s not unexpected. Kendall has always been Logan’s. Was stamped with his father’s name from the moment he was born. But that doesn’t make it sting any less when her first born, the one she sees her temperament in, sides with the man forcing her out. And while I think Caroline and Kendall weren’t particularly close before the divorce, I can imagine this being the fracture that was never set. An injury that never quite healed right, unable to support the weight of a relationship from that point forward.

Sure, Caroline will coo when she sees him. But that’s because she loves all of her children – including Kendall. Because no matter what, she really does want to be in their lives. But she won’t engage with him the way she will with Shiv because there’s a world of difference between Shiv, who has the ability to one day understand her, and Kendall, who has already chosen not to. So really, what is there left to say? Kendall’s made it clear; he’s chosen to become his father’s creature, to adopt his narrative and echo his actions – and Caroline can’t stomach suffering his blame. But with Shiv? Maybe some day, if they keep at it, they’ll end up on the same page.

As a general note, these relationships are obviously super complex and have a lot more going on than just musings about the divorce so to save this from getting too long and disorganized, second and third parts on Shiv and Caroline and on Kendall and Caroline already in the works haha. Will go back and link them all together as they’re written and posted. If you made it to the end – thank you for listening to the ramblings of an insane Carolinegirl.

#got lost in my Caroline thoughts again #also cannot get over how there is literally always more to say about these three #the Kendall-Caroline and Shiv-Caroline dynamics have me permanently transfixed #also just a note but this is 100% not holistic re either relationship #I just think there's something interesting in how engagement around the divorce works for all of these characters #something something the past is all made up #caroline collingwood #kendall roy #shiv roy #hbo succession #succession #succession meta

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Love (Both of) You

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Pairing: David 'Deacon' Kay x pregnant!fem!reader

Summary: After telling your husband you're pregnant, he kicks you out. Going to your best friend Luca's house, you find an unexpected source of comfort in Deacon Kay.

Warnings: reader is pregnant and suffers from hyperemesis gravidarum (severe nausea, vomiting, and dizziness), reader's ex-husband is a terrible person. Deacon and Luca are the perfect protective duo. lots of hurt/comfort, slight angst, fluff

Word Count: 4.6k+ words

Picture from Pinterest

✯✯ 4 Months Ago ✯✯

“Are you sure?” Luca asks, displeased with the last answer.

“Yes, Luca,” you answer quietly. “He’s… he’s a good guy.”

“That doesn’t mean he’s the right guy for you. You can do so much better than him and you know that.”

“If I could do better, then why haven’t I?” you ask with a sad smile, your eyes dropping to the engagement ring on your finger.

“He made you sign a pre-nup. This isn’t love,” Luca whispers, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “I just don’t want to see you get hurt.”

“And I don’t want to be alone again.”

Luca sighs, pulling you into a proper hug as you wrap your arms around him and press your face against his shoulder.

“I could always set you up with someone.”

“Like Street?” you tease.

“We’re looking for someone better, remember?” Luca plays along.

You take a shaky breath and step back. “It’ll be okay. The pre-nup is just- just a precaution.”

“Or a fallout plan because he knows he needs one.”

“Why are you trying to talk me out of this?”

“Because I don’t think he loves you. And I know it sounds terrible but you’re my best friend and I don’t want to see this guy hurt you.”

You nod, biting your bottom lip as you think.

“I already said yes. I’m doing this.”

“Okay,” Luca says, smiling as he nods. “I really hope I’m wrong.”

“Me too,” you whisper.

✯✯ Present Day ✯✯

Waking up, your first thought is, Luca was right.

It’s been one of the few things on your mind since your wedding three months ago. Your husband was never overly kind or caring, but he was charming enough to convince you he could give you what you wanted and deserved. But that was just an act. After the first week, he asked you to move into a guest room, stating that he didn’t like having your things mixed in with his in his own house. Then his little comments built up from there, ranging from how you dressed or washed the dishes, each digging a little deeper than the last.

As you wonder what would happen if you just laid in bed all day, ignoring the person you vowed your life to, your body betrays you. Running out of bed as fast as you can, you barely reach the bathroom before you get sick. It’s the second day in a row, and as you lean your head against the cool tile in the bathroom, you calculate dates in your head. It could be PMS, or it could be the beginning of something else.

Rummaging through your small bag in the guest bathroom vanity, you pull a pregnancy test out. You bought a few after getting married, hoping to start a family with the man you thought you could love.

✯✯✯✯✯

You smile as you walk inside. The sun is setting, and the picture hidden in your back pocket makes you feel weightless and giddy despite the constant nausea you’ve had the past two days.

“Hi,” you greet, wrapping your arms around your husband’s shoulders as he sits at the table.

He squirms beneath you until you step back. “Do you mind? I’m in the middle of something, and I don’t expect dinner anytime soon.”

Your smile drops momentarily, and then you remember your news.

“I have something to tell you.”

Turning toward you, he crosses his arms. “Well you’ve certainly distracted me already, so go ahead.”

You take a deep breath before saying, “I’m pregnant.”

Saying it aloud makes it feel more real, and your cheeks seem to squish higher as your smile grows. Expecting a hug or a hand on your stomach, you hadn’t considered any alternatives.

“You’re kidding,” he huffs.

“No,” you say quietly, pulling your hands over your stomach. “I took a test and went to the OB to get checked.”

He stands, shaking his head with a clenched jaw. “That’s not going to work for me.”

Furrowing your brows, you don’t have time to respond before he takes an angry step toward you.

“What about me and all of my plans for life? I can’t do what I need to do with a pregnant wife and a kid running around my feet.”

“I-“

“You didn’t do anything apparently!”

 He raises a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose before walking around you. Tears gather in your eyes as you watch him retreat down the hall, and you stand motionless, unable to fight them or wipe them away.

When he returns with a smile, you think an apology may accompany it.

“Thank God for pre-nups,” he says happily. “Get out.”

“What?” you ask, your voice breaking.

“You heard me. It’s my house. I’ll call my lawyer in the morning and get the divorce pushed through as fast as possible.”

“You’re divorcing me because you got me pregnant?” you ask, tears streaming down your face.

“I don’t want kids,” he answers. “You need to leave.”

You open and close your mouth, failing to speak before he sets a hand on your shoulder and turns you toward the door.

“Don’t touch me,” you snap, twisting your shoulder out of his grip. “This is low, even for you.”

“I’m not the one who ruined everything,” he seethes.

“No, you’re the one who tried to control it until you couldn’t anymore.”

Walking backward as you argue, you nearly trip over the step onto the porch, stumbling as he slams the door in your face. Taking shallow breaths against the panic building in your chest, you turn and walk toward the driveway, unsure where to go or who you can call.

The door opens, and he yells your name before slamming it again. One of your bags has been tossed onto the sidewalk, and you gather it in your arms before approaching your car.

There’s only one person in the world that you want to see right now, and he’s the one who warned you against doing this.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Nah, man, it’s all about the QB’s wrist,” Luca says, imitating the football highlight on the screen.

“So that miraculous catch had nothing to do with it?” Deacon asks with a smile.

“Not a thing.”

Someone knocks on the door, and the two small raps are barely heard over the television. Luca stands, pointing at Deacon and telling him not to be a sore loser when he comes back, and the quarterback proves he’s the MVP. Deacon shakes his head and makes no such promise.

As soon as he opens the door, Luca’s smile falls.

✯✯✯✯✯

Your tears haven’t slowed since they started, and standing on Luca’s doorstep, you can feel your chest tightening at the panic you feel. Distraught and with nowhere else to go, you hope that Luca is home and willing to help despite his efforts to warn you away from your now ex.

He opens the door with a bright smile that disappears immediately upon seeing your tear-soaked face and short breaths.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize breathlessly as a new set of sobs rack your body.

Luca pulls you into his arms, wrapping one around your waist as the other cradles your head against his shoulder. Being best friends, you’ve hugged Luca before, but this hug is different.

He pulls you inside, closes the door behind you, and says something over your shoulder. Assuming Street is home, you tuck your head closer to Luca and hope he can hold you together.

“Hey, talk to me,” Luca says quietly, ducking his head to speak in your ear.

You pull back, taking a shaky breath and harshly wiping your face. Luca gently knocks your hands away, using softer touches to clear the tears from your cheeks. He smiles sadly at you when you look up.

“He kicked me out,” you admit. “He told me that he’d send divorce papers in the morning and threw a bag of my stuff out behind me.”

“Did he touch you?” Luca demands.

“He put his hand on my shoulder, but not really,” you promise. “I shouldn’t have-“

“Hey, don’t do that,” Luca interjects.

“What?”

“Don’t try to blame yourself, this wasn’t your fault.”

You nod, prepared to tell him it is, but he interrupts you, telling you he will get you some water.

“This is my buddy, Deacon,” Luca says, pointing to a handsome man on the couch. He tells Deacon your name before steering you to sit beside him.

“Sorry for overhearing,” Deacon says kindly. “But Luca is right, based on that conversation, it seems like your ex is entirely to blame.”

You sniff, a sad smile present as you say, “At least partially.”

 Deacon tilts his head, a question in his eyes – they catch your attention, big, brown, and caring. 

“He kicked me out because I told him I was pregnant,” you admit, pulling a pillow into your lap. “Apparently he wasn’t ready for that. Said I would be in the way of him and his plans, and the baby would too.”

Deacon lays a hand over yours, a look you can’t quite place on his face. It’s not sorrow or pity, but something kind in his eyes. You smile at him, giving him your attention instead of the pillow.

“How far along are you? If you don’t mind me asking,” Deacon asks.

“You’re pregnant?” Luca asks incredulously, returning from the kitchen with three glasses of water. He sets them on the table before sitting beside you. “You didn’t tell me!”

“I just found out today,” you explain. “That’s why he kicked me out.”

“Child,” Luca mutters angrily.

Deacon smiles and gives you a look that says he agrees.

“The doctor said I was about six weeks.” You remove the ultrasound from your back pocket, a small crease across the top corner from the eventful evening. “I’d been nauseous for a few weeks, but the morning sickness started so I took a test.”

“Congratulations,” Deacon says, squeezing your hand where it lays beneath his.

“You know I’m here to help you with anything you need right?” Luca asks. “You and your baby always have a place here.”

You nod, whispering your thanks. “I don’t want to put you out for too long, though.”

“Take all the time you need.”

Deacon’s hand over yours provides an extra level of comfort you haven’t felt in a very long time, and when you look over at him, his eyes are kinder than your ex ever was.

✯✯✯✯✯

“I thought girls made lists of baby names in like middle school,” Luca says, passing you a bowl of your favorite snack.

You shrug. “Well, the name depends on if it’s a boy or girl, but I just don’t really have any ideas right now.”

“You’re a mom now, you’ll find the right name when the time is right,” Deacon tells you, sitting on your other side.

You find yourself in this position often since moving into Street’s room while he is out of town on a training trip. Luca and Deacon seem to arrange themselves around you like guards, protecting you from everything they can.

“When’s your next check-up?” Deacon asks.

“Tomorrow.”

“And you’ll-“

“Keep both of you updated, yes I will,” you finish, smiling as you lean toward him slightly.

“How are you holding up?” Luca asks, hoping you’re as happy about the finalized divorce now as you were when the paper was dropped off.

“I feel better now than I ever did with him,” you admit. “It’s hard not knowing what I’ll do next, but it’s better this way. You were right all along, Luca.”

Luca sighs, shaking his head even as he smiles. “I hate that I was right. And I’d never use that against you.”

“I know. But maybe I’ll take your advice to heart next time.”

“You won’t,” Deacon and Luca say together.

Your jaw drops as you look at Deacon.

“You don’t even know me.”

“Not yet,” he replies, winking at you.

You turn away quickly, but you feel him move as he laughs beside you. Deacon cares for you, and each time he learns something new about you, he falls deeper into his need to be by you.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Based on your symptoms, the severe nausea and vomiting and the dizziness, I feel confident in saying you’re suffering from hyperemesis gravidarum,” your doctor says, looking at your paperwork. “But this isn’t unusual or overly dangerous, so rest assured. I recommend staying hydrated, eating nutritious foods, and eating enough of them. And I know you’re in a unique position here but try to limit stress as much as possible. Your baby is healthy and we’re going to keep it that way.”

You thank your doctor, then receive a paper of tips and tricks, and recommend nutrients before leaving. Deacon invited you to his house for dinner while Luca attends a dinner with some friends. You’re nervous, so you knock rather than walking right in as you do at Luca’s house.

“Hey,” Deacon says, smiling as he leads you inside. “You can just walk in, you know.”

You nod, fiddling with your fingers as you follow Deacon through his house and to the kitchen. Sitting on a stool at the island, you engage in easy conversation with Deacon while he finishes preparing the food. 

“How’d your appointment go? What’d the doctor say?” he asks as he returns from setting the table.

“I’m perfectly healthy,” you lie, a small closed-lip smile accompanying your words.

Deacon’s eyes narrow, but he nods and gestures toward the table. You stand and instantly grow dizzy, keeping one hand on the seat behind you as you close your eyes and waver.

Deacon’s hands grip your biceps, gently tilting you forward to rest against him. After a moment, you blink against his chest and stand up. Deacon’s hands hover beside you as he watches you worriedly.

“What did they really say?” he demands, his voice gentle but firm.

“They think I have hyperemesis gravidarum; so I get really nauseous and dizzy,” you answer quietly, wishing Deacon was still holding you.

“Any recommendations of what to do?”

You nod as you answer, “I have a list of nutrients and foods I should consume, and I’m supposed to reduce stress and take it slow.”

“We can do that.”

Shaking your head, you drop your eyes away from Deacon. “I don’t know how. I don’t have a home and I’m divorced, there’s no one to support me,” you ramble.

“That’s not true,” Deacon says, raising your chin with his hand. “No, you don’t have your own house right now, but you also don’t need to be alone. And you have plenty of people supporting you: Luca and I are here for you, 24/7.”

“But you shouldn’t have to be.”

“We want to,” Deacon promises, looking intently into your eyes. “I want to be right beside you for this, so will you please let me?”

You lean toward him, relishing in the warmth of his skin against yours. “Yes. I- I do need to find somewhere to go before Street comes back, though. I doubt he wants to share his room with a pregnant lady.”

Deacon chuckles, swiping his thumb below your bottom lip. “You’ll always have a place here. Just say the word.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Every move you make is watched, and you wouldn’t change it for the world. Luca has always been a good friend and protective, and those characteristics multiply each day of your pregnancy. Similarly, Deacon has grown very close to you and seems just as protective as Luca, if not more prepared to force you to slow down or eat something.

Yes, they hover and crowd you, but you like being near them. Deacon’s consistent care, comfort, and protectiveness prove that not all men are bad. Your ex was the wrong person for you, but Deacon has been at your side since the night you left him.

Whenever you feel sick or weak, even if you simply don’t feel like doing something for yourself, Deacon is right beside you, ready and willing to do all that and more.

Though your emotions are still a wreck, and a part of you constantly wonders why you aren’t good enough, the memories of your ex are slowly being replaced with images of Deacon and Luca laughing with you, comforting you, and arguing over whether you’re having a boy or girl.

“Have you eaten today?” Deacon asks as he walks in the front door.

“Several times,” you answer, sitting up from your relaxed position on the couch. “Thank you for leaving so much food, you didn’t have to do that.”

Deacon has given the look enough times that you understand his sideways glance as meaning, “I want to.”

“Are you going out with Luca tonight? He texted that the team is doing something.”

Deacon shakes his head, and you feel terrible for keeping him away from his friends.

“Please go. I don’t want you to think that because I’m staying with you that you can’t do anything.”

“It’s not that. I just know you don’t always feel great, so I want to make sure I’m close. You’ve never made me feel like I have to do anything.”

“Then you should go out tonight.”

Your words slow toward the end of your sentence, your head spinning as you grip the couch cushion to ground yourself. The dizziness comes and goes, much less reliable than the nausea, which is relentless.

Deacon wipes his hands on a kitchen towel before kneeling before you. He holds your wrists, rubbing comforting circles over your pulse point.

“Take some deep breaths,” he reminds you gently.

You nod, trying to focus on Deacon’s face, and sit upright. 

“Thank you.”

“Of course. I’ll get you some water.”

“And then go to dinner with your friends?”

Deacon sighs, waiting to reply until he returns to your side, hovering as you sip the water.

“Why don’t you just come with me? I don’t like the idea of leaving you with those dizzy spells,” he suggests.

“I’ll be okay.” Deacon isn’t wavering, so you add, “And I’ll text you updates. Call you if anything changes.”

“Regular updates,” Deacon amends. “And if I call, you have to answer.”

You smile at his worry, his concern often reading as demanding.

“I promise.”

Deacon purses his lips before nodding, asking if you need anything before walking down the hall to change. As he walks out the door, you wonder what it would be like to go somewhere with him, enjoy a night out under his arm, and talk to him about anything. You’ve never had that before, not even with your ex.

Deacon spends his drive wondering how to convince you that you’re not a burden, that he cares about you and wants you by his side. More than your health, he has feelings for you that he can’t quite explain, and his heart and mind only calm when you’re at his side.

As he parks at the restaurant, receiving the first update from you, he smiles and decides he needs to tell you.

“Deac! I thought you weren’t coming,” Street calls, waving him over to the table.

Luca looks over his shoulder, searching for you. Deacon gives a small nod, an answer that you’re fine. You don’t leave their minds through the night, and Luca quickly notices how often and how regularly Deacon checks his phone.

He smiles, wishing he’d thought to introduce you sooner.

✯✯✯✯✯

In Deacon’s house, sitting alone in a dark room, your emotions and hormones get the best of you. Since the divorce papers came, you’ve been convinced you are unworthy of the type of love you crave, destined to be alone forever. Tears begin falling as your mind races, and your nausea worsens with the emotional storm within you.

Deacon is smiling as he walks in, a to-go container from your favorite restaurant in his hand. The living room is dark and empty, but there’s a faint glow of light under the door that he’s come to refer to as yours. He sets the food in the kitchen and walks toward you like he’s being pulled in by a magnet.

After knocking quietly, Deacon hears a quick sniff and opens the door without hesitation. He searches the room, his eyes softening when he sees you. Curled in on yourself and crying, Deacon wordlessly approaches the bed and pulls you into his arms. His warm embrace and his hand rubbing up and down your spine make everything seem better, and it’s far too easy to be vulnerable with him.

“Why am I not good enough?” you whisper against his chest.

“You are,” he answers firmly. “He was a child who didn’t know what he was losing. But that doesn’t have anything to do with your worth.”

At the sound of Deacon’s voice, you feel movement in your stomach and lean back, bringing your hand to your bump as you feel another kick – the first of many, you hope. Your eyes widen as Deacon tilts his head, wondering why you pulled away. Gently, you pull Deacon’s hand to your stomach, and he feels it too.

“Hey, little guy,” he says with a smile, spreading his hand over more of your growing stomach.

“Guy?” you repeat.

Deacon nods, rubbing his thumb over your shirt.

“Why did you stay?” you ask. “The first night, when I came to ask Luca for help.”

Deacon’s eyes raise to yours as he answers, “I know when something is worth it. And you’re pretty irresistible.”

You smile, ducking your pleased look away from Deacon. “I have a doctor’s appointment in the morning. Would you maybe be able to come with me? I just don’t want to be alone.”

“Absolutely. I’ll go wherever you want me.”

✯✯✯✯✯

The following morning, Deacon lets you hold his hand and play with his fingers from your spot in the passenger seat and the waiting room. When the doctor comes into the room, asking about you and your symptoms, Deacon offers to give you privacy, but you cling to his hand before he can step away.

“Please stay.”

Deacon nods, his hand squeezing yours as he returns to his spot beside the exam table. Watching the screen during the ultrasound, Deacon smiles at the sight of your baby and the healthy heartbeat echoing in the room.

“You two have a very lucky, healthy baby,” the ultrasound tech announces.

Neither you nor Deacon corrects her.

“Keep that stress low and do as little as you can,” your doctor reminds you. “I’m not putting you on bedrest but if the nausea or dizziness worsen, I will.”

“She’ll be calm and comfortable, doc,” Deacon replies, and you believe him.

✯✯✯✯✯

With no good way to thank Deacon and Luca for everything they have done for you, you decide to surprise them at work in the middle of a long day. Carrying a few pizzas from Luca’s favorite spot, you walk into the station with a visitor’s badge adhered to your shirt.

Luca sees you first, jogging toward you and drawing Deacon’s attention. When Deacon sees you walking and carrying things, he comes to your other side.

“You’re supposed to be resting,” Luca frets as he takes the pizza from you.

“I just wanted to do something nice. You’ve both done so much for me,” you explain.

Deacon’s hand wraps around your arm as he leads you toward a comfortable chair.

“You don’t have to thank us,” he tells you.

“I missed you.”

Deacon can’t argue with your kind words or soft smile, so he shakes his head and helps you sit before kneeling beside you.

“Thanks for the pizza,” Deacon says.

“Go eat some. I’ll go home as soon as I find the willpower to get up.”

Deacon chuckles, brushing his fingers over your cheekbone.

“Who is that?” Tan asks, watching Luca return to your side.

“Luca’s best friend,” Street answers. “Her ex-husband kicked her out when she got pregnant, and Luca and Deacon haven’t left her side since.”

“How do you know that?” Hondo inquires.

“I live with Luca; I see her all the time.”

Luca removes himself from your side, retrieving the pizza and delivering it to the rest of the team.

“Okay, so she’s Luca’s best friend, but why is Deacon so close to her?” Tan points out.

At Luca’s look, both Hondo and Tan realize. Deacon is protective, caring, loyal, and radiates comfort; he’s everything you need given your situation.

“Heard anything else about the dad?” Street whispers to Luca.

Luca’s jaw tightens before he says, “He stopped calling. Apparently he finally got the idea.”

“Are you ever going to tell her about how many times he tried to contact her?”

“Not unless I have to.”

“You’re a good friend, Luca.”

Street claps Luca’s shoulder before walking away. When you tap Luca’s shoulder to ask for a hug, he forgets the anger brought up by the idea of someone intentionally hurting you.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Can you help me with something?” you ask, standing in the doorway of Deacon’s small home office.

“Anything,” he answers, beckoning you inside.

He pulls a chair beside him, taking your hands as you lower yourself into it.

“I want to find my own place. But, if it’s okay, I’d like to be close to you.”

Deacon nods before clarifying, “I’ll help, but you’re staying with me until after the baby is born.”

“You’ve already done more than enough.”

Deacon’s hand finds its place on your bump, a touch you’ve grown familiar with as his other hand cups your chin.

“You are braver and stronger and more worthy of being loved than you will ever understand. Let me do this for you.”

Your smile grows as you look up at Deacon, your baby kicking excitedly against his hand.

“He likes you,” you mutter, unconsciously accepting Deacon’s idea that it’s a boy. “Almost as much as I love you.”

Deacon’s eyes widen beautifully as he smiles, ducking his head toward yours. You meet him in the middle, kissing him slowly with love and gratitude. You laugh against your lips when it feels like someone is doing backflips in your belly.

“We’ve got a lot to thank this little guy for,” Deacon says, dropping both hands to your stomach.

“And if it’s a girl?”

“I’ll spoil her like I spoil you… if you’ll let me.”

“I’m never letting you go, Deacon Kay.”

✯✯✯✯✯

✯✯✯✯✯

Bonus:

After Deacon and Luca accompany you to tour a small house near Deacon's place, you realize that they need more than pizza for all they’ve done for you. While they’re at work, you busy yourself in Deacon’s kitchen, making a dinner you think they will both enjoy and cleaning as you go.

“This doesn’t look like low stress and minimal activity,” Deacon chides as the door closes behind you.

You hum, keeping your back to him. Deacon approaches behind you, his warmth pressing against your back as his hands slip over your waist and settle below your bump. With his chin on your shoulder, Deacon lowers his voice, asking how your day was and what you’re doing.

Before you can answer, Deacon straightens up, using his hands to lift your stomach, easing the load on your back and hips. Sighing, you lean back against him and take a few deep breaths, enjoying the lightness and temporary relief.

“Thank you. And I’m making you and Luca dinner,” you breathe out.

“Ready?” Deacon mutters, waiting for your nod before slowly lowering his hands.

“I love you,” you say, turning toward Deacon.

“Luca has a food truck, yet you feel the need to cook for him. He doesn’t sound like a very good friend,” Deacon jokes.

“You’re not a very good friend either.”

Deacon’s brows furrow and you lower your voice to add, “Because we were never just friends, were we?”

You wish you could hug Deacon as closely as you want to, and he seems to know. Turning you to the side, Deacon hugs you from a non-traditional angle, holding you as close as possible.

“I love you,” he responds, kissing your head. “Both of you.”

#david deacon kay x reader #david kay x reader #deacon kay x reader #david deacon kay #deacon kay #swat cbs #requests #fem!reader #cw: pregnancy #🐿 anon

[foreverrandomwritings]

Out and About

@sylviebell​ asks: okay I'm jumping fandoms for this one, these just scream Rosalie Hale to me and I want her to defend me so bad now

"what did you just say?", “do you see her laughing? okay, then. stop.” , and “go in the car, i’ll be with you in about five minutes.”

Summary: When out shopping with Rosalie someone bumps into you. Rosalie makes sure they are put in their place.

Pairing: Rosalie Hale x afab!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, illusions of a broken arm, uhm that's it?

Word count: 1260

Masterlist     M's Hundred Celly Masterlist

You hadn’t been in Port Angeles for long, about an hour at most. Your mom had dropped you off and told you to call her when you were ready to get picked up. She had errands of her own to run and didn’t want to drag you along or be dragged along to yours. Though that’s how it would normally go since it was just the two of you. Your older brother had gone off to college and your dad was in the wind.

You didn’t have many friends at school either deciding to lay low rather than mingle. You had hopes of moving out of town and going to college overseas, Cambridge to be exact. So the thought of friends seemed pointless when you’d be moving anyways. You did however have a couple unexpected acquaintances. The Cullen and Hale kids had for some reason grown to like you and you would occasionally spend time with Rosalie and Emmett or Alice.

When you mentioned to Rosalie and Emmett that you planned on running to Port Angeles they told you they might meet you. So it wasn’t a surprise when you got a message from Rosalie asking you where you were at. She also informed you it would only be her today as Emmett had to help Carlisie with something. You didn’t mind at all, it was always nice spending one on one time with Rosalie. You had a platonic relationship with the beautiful blonde. Until it turned more flirty with each other.

She had been the one to first initiate the banter. Which came as quite a shock to you since she was in a relationship with Emmett. But he never seemed to mind much and even encouraged the solo dates between you and his girlfriend. She had mentioned once that they had an open relationship and were free to do as they please.

That was a little shocking to you. Took some time for you to wrap your head around the fact you could still be friends with the beefy man and hopefully one day romantically involved with the goddess of a woman you had a massive crush on. You snapped back to reality when you felt your phone buzz again. You looked down seeing the message from Rosalie letting you know she was walking into the shop now.

“Hello there, gorgeous.” You heard her voice before you saw her. Turning you took her in hungrily. She always dressed so well, though you imagined she could be in a paper sack and still look like a walking god.

“Hiya Honey.” You replied, sending a wink her way. She gave you a teasing smile, pretty white teeth on full display.

“Let’s get going now. Alice needs me to pick up a few things for her while we’re out. I really don't want to hear her nag at me for taking forever.” You laughed heartily at her, knowing Alice she’d probably already texted the blonde a couple times asking where she was.

“Let’s go then.” She tucked her arm into your own before dragging you through the rows of clothes. She grabbed some that she wanted to see you in. You grabbed some you wanted to see her in. You had a mini fashion show in the dressing rooms. Compliments swimming through the air at each other as you went along.

“Are you hungry?” She asked you after another hour of shopping had passed. You shook your head humming in reply. She always made sure you were taken care of. It made your stomach tie up in nervous knots every time she cared for you.

“Wanna go and look at that book shop across town?” You perked up at that question. You were a fiend for a good book and Rosalie knew this. It was one of the many things she adored about you. A good contrast to the tall, muscular man she called her mate.

“Oh, can we please?” You begged her, grabbing at her jacket dramatically. She rolled her eyes as a small smile graced her lips.

“Of course we can darling.” She started leading you down the streets towards her car to drive you both to the bookstore. You were asking her about Emmett when you felt someone bump your shoulder. You stumbled a little but Rosalie caught you by your arm steadying you quickly.

“Are you fucking blind? Watch where you’re fucking going bitch.” The guy spat out at you. Rose was moving towards him before you had time to process the words. She grabbed his arm harshly. The guy winced as she squeezed her fingers around his bicep.

“What did you just say?” Her voice was stone cold as she spoke. His eyes flicked over towards you.

“I told the bitch to watch where she’s fucking going. She’s obviously fucking blind since she walked right into me.” You shrank back at the glare his eyes pointed at you.

“Apologize to her now.” You weren’t surprised at the authority laced into her tone. She had always carried an authoritative aura. This guy didn’t seem to take her seriously as he gave you another glare before he let out an awkward laugh.

“It was just a joke. Come on babe you know it was a joke right?” He asked you playfully, hoping you would save him from the blonde in between the two of you. You shook your head at him with wide eyes.

“Do you see her laughing?” She paused for a moment flicking her eyes towards you briefly. He shook his head this time as her hand gripped his arm even harder.

“Okay, then. Stop. Apologize to her now and I’ll let go.” She waited for a moment staring into his eyes.

“I’m sorry I ran into you. It won’t happen again.” You nodded your head in approval as Rosalie looked at you expectantly.

“Go in the car, I’ll be with you in about five minutes.” The blonde said to you with a reassuring smile. You knew better than to argue with her so you agreed promptly.

“Alright, try to hurry though. You don’t want to be late for Alice.” Your voice finally came back as you started walking down the street for her car. You saw her lead the guy into an alley as you got settled into the passenger seat. Then they were both exiting and he was holding his arm to his chest.

“You okay?” She asked as she slipped into the car. Not a single hair was out of place as she settled into her seat.

“I’m okay. What happened to him?” You said as you nodded your head towards the alleyway she just exited.

“He fell.” Was all she said in reply. Though you knew she had done something else to him.

“Thank you for helping me.” You grabbed her icy hand in your warm one giving her a grateful smile. She twisted her body so she was facing you better.

“I will do everything in my power to keep you safe.” She told you tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You leaned into her cold touch enjoying the affection from her. You had been used to random touch here and there but they had mostly felt friendly. This felt intimate, romantic and hopeful.

“I know you will, Rose, I know.” There was no doubt in your mind that she would do anything she had to to make sure you were safe and happy. Even if it meant hiding the fact she and her family were vampires from you.

A/N: Uhm this woman right here was my real Bi awakening. I saw her and Emmett on screen and said oh holy fuck. I knew I was a goner the second I laid eyes on her. She is my beautiful wife and I will not be told otherwise. Also happy woman crush wednesday!

Tags(open): @wkndwlff

#m's hundred celly #rosalie hale x reader #rosalie cullen x reader #rosalie hale oneshot #rosalie cullen oneshot #rosalie hale imagine #rosalie cullen imagine #rosalie hale #rosalie cullen #twilight imagine #twilight oneshot

[artstelle]

Not Mine To Keep

The first time Arthur came to Merlin's shop, he looked so out of place, unsure of what to do. Merlin guessed he was either too "manly" to be seen buying flowers, or a rich prat who never had to buy his gifts himself. Neither were exactly wrong guesses. He felt bad for the woman the man was buying the flowers for.

They had a rather unpleasant encounter that day and Merlin was sure the man would never, ever come anywhere near the shop again, and would probably tell everyone he knew not to buy from there either. So it was a surprise when he saw the other man again. He said that while the employees were rude, the place unfortunately had the best flowers around. Of course, that would be a better excuse if the man actually bought any flowers that time.

After that, it became a regular thing, Arthur visiting once a week. At first, he asked questions about flowers, then it turned into them chatting, insulting each other sometimes and joking, laughing.

Merlin knew he shouldn't, but he was sad and depressed when the man – Arthur, he learnt – stopped coming. He was worried when Arthur didn't show up for two weeks in a row, but weeks turned into months and he accepted that the other man had probably just grown bored of their little conversations.

And then, he just showed up. Merlin welcomed him as he would any other customer, tried not to stare or ask demand an explanation as to why he just vanished. But he knew he had no right to, they were two strangers having casual conversation, that was all. If Merlin had feelings for that gorgeus blond man who turned out to be actually funny and charming, then it was his problem alone.

Arthur stayed silent for some time, and he seemed nervous, god knows why. He looked at his hands, the flowers, the walls and anywhere other than at Merlin. Just as the silence started to be too much and Merlin thought maybe he should say something, Arthur opened his mouth.

"I had things to deal with. Things to arrange. Both personal and business issues." Merlin wanted to say there was no need for explanation, but was too shocked by Arthur's next words to say anything. "I am sorry."

Arthur Pendragon did not apologize. He would show that he was sorry, but never put it into words.

But Merlin had to talk, because the man was looking at him, obviously waiting for an answer. "Oh, um... O-ok." What he wanted to say was: why do you look like a kicked puppy? "It's fine, life gets busy sometimes." That seemed to ease Arthur's mind, if the smile that formed on his lips was any proof. His beautiful lips, how nice it would be to kiss them. Oh for god's sake! Merlin had to get rid of those thoughts.

"Well, is there anything you want? If you aren't going to buy anything, I can get you a chair, but you're blocking the way. Though I don't think I can talk much, there's a big order I need to prepare." He didn't mean to sound harsh, didn't want Arthur to leave, but it was hard to go back to how they used to be. Maybe in a week, he would stop wondering what the personal matters he had to arrange were.

"Actually... I want to. I'm here for a bouquet."

Oh... Ok then. That was unexpected. Merlin remined himself that there was nothing for him to be sad about.

"Ok, which one?" He showed the bouquets that were prepared for customers to choose from. It helped them to see how the thing would look before purchasing, it and was faster to have some made up already when it was busy. And if they didn't sell, Merlin took them to the local hospital to give someone a little smile. "Or do you want a custom made one?"

"A custom one. But I was hoping you could help me choose the flowers." Arthur twisted the end of the ribbon on the counter around his finger.

"Sure, it is my job." Stop being so nervous, Merlin told himself firmly. "What kind of bouquet do you want?" He didn't want to know but he had to ask.

"To show... Something that says 'You are important to me' and 'I think of you all the time.'"

Merlin's heart hurt so much he was afraid he wouldn't be able to hide it. It was no surprise the bouquet was for Arthur's lover, but he would never have expected Arthur could say such things. He must really love her. "And 'I wish to spend more time with you.'" Arthur looked at Merlin for the first time since he had entered the shop that day. Merlin wished he wouldn't. "And..." Please, enough, go tell those things to her yourself. I don't want to hear them! "'I love you.'"

Merlin turned his back, knowing he should be happy that Arthur had found someone he loved. Arthur often talked about the girls his father threw his way and how he never had any feelings at all, at least most of the time. Whenever that happened, Merlin thought about Arthur's first visit to his shop, the bouquet he'd bought, but he couldn't bring himself to ask who it had been for.

"I'll make something." He bit his lip while choosing the flowers. Merlin stared at the bright lamp to prevent the tears from falling down his cheeks. He didn't want to make a fast and simple bouquet just to get away from the situation. It was important to Arthur, and if Merlin couldn't be happy for him, at least he could do his job right.

After who knew how long, he had the flowers ready. "Here, I hope she likes them."

But Arthur did not reach out to take them.

"I hope he does," he said instead. "Keep them, please. They're for you."

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Look… I drew that in November. Then when I was posting, I realized I forget to add the bouquet and since then it is waiting to be posted in my wip folder. Not even wip! I put that in completed folder cause like, it was mostly done. I wanted to pick flowers with correct meanings. I gave up and just drew a pretty bouqute cause it is better than never finishing it. Please pretend they have suitable meanings to what Arthur wanted to say.

I wasn't planning to write something that long! Wow.

Edit: I posted it to ao3 too. Here is the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48305071

Flowershop AU for @merlinbingo

art by @artstelle

#my art #did I just write a fanfiction #it counts as one #right? #wow that's a surprise #I wanted to write a paragraph about the backstory #that was all #bbc merlin #merthur #digital art #merlin bingo #merlin #arthur pendragon

[boredmadamoiselle]

I just don't like you anymore - Pt. 2

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x Reader, Max Verstappen x Reader

Synopsis: You and Pierre are best friends, but then something changes and it's not just about your feelings for him.

Warnings: Pierre being an asshole to the reader and maybe a little toxic too. Inspired by "One Day" movie. Smut. English isn't my first language, it probably contains some mistakes. I tried my best but if you want to correct or help me, you are welcome.

Pt. 1

Five years later 

As the door closed behind you, you took a deep breath. Before you had to go, you had asked for a moment to be alone and away from everything. Not because you were nervous or worse scared and ready to escape. Far from it, you were actually happier than ever. You just needed a few minutes before everything changed and some silence. Between appointments and things to do, the last few days had been crowded and busy, to say the least. 

After a few more breaths, you finally looked at your image in the mirror and smiled. The white dress fitted you perfectly. Here we are, you thought. As your eyes were getting shiny, you pushed back the tears. 

You remembered the day he asked you to marry him. Everything had fallen into place and you hadn’t hesitated for a second to say yes. And now you couldn't wait to say it one more time in front of everyone. Until death do you part. 

Someone knocked on the door stealing you from your memories. It was time, you thought. You smiled at your own reflection one last time and went to open the door. 

As you were walking down the aisle, you played on repeat in your mind all the moments that had led you to that day. Everything happens for a reason, you always thought. In fact, good or bad they were, you were grateful to each moment and wouldn't change anything in the world. After all, every single moment had brought you to the man who was waiting for you at the altar. You finally looked at him. Even though the room was full of people, he had eyes only for you. Only you and him existed, as it always had been. You smiled at him and mouthed the words "I love you". Just a few years ago you never imagined being with him and now here you are on the verge of spending your whole life with him. Life was strange and unexpected, yes, but still wonderful. 

As the officiator was talking, you took a moment to look out and see all the guests. The full grid was at your wedding, including him. He was sitting in the front rows with your son: two of the most important men in your life. That image filled your heart with joy. His gaze was on you, ready to take you away if you wanted to. "You still have time to change your mind. Just give me a nod and I'll get you out of here as fast as possible. You know I’m fast", he had whispered to you earlier. Although the idea made you grin, you perfectly knew he was as serious as you were sure of your choice. And he knew that too. 

You smiled at the driver to reassure him. With melancholy and a little regret, he did the same. It was time he let you go, even if it meant in someone else's arms, but with the knowledge that you had tried at least. Even though it didn't work out in the end, it was worth it.

You remembered everything you had gone through together one last time. 

Not everything goes your way, but everything happens for a reason, you thought again. And that was for sure your case. 

Now 

When you got to the hotel after your argument with Pierre, you didn't even notice. Your body was shaking with tears and Max picked you up.

Once in his room, Max helped you undress and put you to bed. You were still sobbing when you heard him lie down next to you, putting his arms around your hips. You didn't resist, you didn't want to. He was the anchor that kept you afloat and you feared that without him you would sink.

As his breathing became regular, you started to think about your evening, focusing especially on the last moments that had ended it. Although it had all happened so quickly, it just took a few minutes to put an end to a relationship of a lifetime. You knew for sure that what had happened between you and Pierre was a turning point in your relationship. You didn’t know what you would become, but you were sure you weren't going to be who you used to be. Probably not what you hoped for and not even what you were.

Pierre had said nothing and although you hadn’t given him the time to reply, he hadn’t even stopped or followed you. He had done nothing. And that told you enough.

A few minutes later, too tired and without realizing it, you fell asleep. 

When you woke up the next morning and turned on the other side, Max was still there to your surprise. You took a look at the alarm clock. It was already 10 o'clock and usually at that time, even after a race, he was already running or in the gym working out, but that day he had put aside his rigid daily routine and had stayed. Maybe he was just tired, you thought. Or maybe he had done for you because he didn’t want to let you alone. You were still grateful to him. Having him there with you made you feel more serene.

You smiled at the sight of him sleeping so peacefully. Despite everything, something good and unexpected was born from that situation with Pierre: your friendship with Max. 

Trying not to wake the driver up, you got off the bed and went directly to the bathroom to shower. While you were waiting for the water to heat up, you looked at your image in the mirror. With puffy eyes and mascara dripping underneath, you looked terrible. Not to mention the tiredness you felt, despite you had slept. It wasn’t just physical; you were tired mentally also. But nothing was stronger than the pain you were feeling. Even the boiling water from the shower didn't hurt you. 

By the time you got out of the bathroom, Max was already awake and packing for both of you. It was time to go home… But I didn't have one anymore, you thought. For you, home had always been Pierre. What was he for you now?, you wondered yourself. The only sure thing was that you couldn't go home, at least not now. You needed time and distance from him. 

Max looked at you as you walked up to help him to pack but he stopped you even before you could do anything. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll handle this. Go get something to eat. I had breakfast brought”, he said. 

Realizing that he wouldn't accept a no as an answer, you smiled at him and followed his advice. 

Two hours later, you were sitting on Max’ jet waiting for it to take off.

While Max was talking to the pilot to finalize the last details, you checked your phone. You hadn't touched it since the other night and the battery was running out. Pierre had tried to contact you immediately after you had gone away. More and more times. There were lots lost calls and text messages from him. 

Please, Y/n, let’s talk? 

Can we talk?

Forgive me 

Please

I’m so sorry

At a certain point, during the night, he had stopped contacting you. You had received his last text message at 2am. Later he had texted you again but had immediately deleted the messages. Why?, you thought. What had he written to you that he immediately regretted?

After that there was nothing more, press silence. You had no time to ask yourself why or to reply him as Max sat in front of you and you put your phone away. You would have thought about what to do later, whether to answer him or not.

“We are going to take off. We will be home soon”, he said as he fastened his seat belt and you did the same. 

“I don't have a home to go back to anymore”, you bit your tongue as you realized you had said it aloud. 

Damn, you thought. The last thing you wanted was make him feel sorry for you.

“You could.”

His words took you by surprise and you immediately looked at him not knowing exactly what he meant.

Already looking at you, he cleared his throat. “Stay in Monaco with me. We could spend the summer break together. You could relax and clear your mind. It will do you good.”

With the holidays approaching, you knew Max was planning to spend some quality time with his mother and his sister Victoria in the French Riviera. He had mentioned it many times during the last weeks, but he never said anything about you coming too. In fact, he had never invited you and you didn't even expect it. After all, you were nothing but just friends. In addition to that, it would be embarrassing to spend time with his family, for both of you. They would have asked questions about you or worse they would have judged you. And there were already enough people doing it.

“Thank you, but you don't have to feel obliged to invite me. Also, I don't think I'd be good company and the last thing I want is to ruin your holidays, especially to your mom and sister.”

“Y/n, you won’t ruin anything. We don't even have to be together if you don't want to. You could stay in Monaco alone while I’m away, even if I prefer you would come with us. And…” 

You waited for him to continue. “I had already intended to invite you; in fact I should have done so long ago but I didn't know if you wanted the same. I’m sorry.”

Those words filled your heart with surprise and joy. In the previous weeks, you had feared the day you would have to part ways with Max. Although you had recently gotten close, the truth was that Max had already become an important person to you. And thinking him away from you, even if it was for a short time, it hurt you.

“So what do you say?”

Now it was up to you. Max had been clear about it: he wanted you with him. What about you? Did you want the same? Was it the right thing to do? You were confused about many things but you knew one thing: you didn't want to be alone and much less be away from Max. 

“Okay, I’ll stay.” And a big smile appeared on Max’ face. 

-

It had been a week since Hungary. After having spent a few days in Monaco, you were on a yacht in the Mediterranean with Max and his family. Although they didn’t know for sure what was going on between you and him, Sophie and Vittoria had accepted you right away, welcoming you and making you feel at ease. Sophie treated you like a daughter and with Victoria you were already very good friends. You loved spending time with them and playing with Max's grandchildren. Although it wasn't, you were feeling at home how you hadn't felt in a long time. And it was a good feeling.

Max had introduced you as a friend, but they weren't stupid and knew there was something more, especially after some shots of you two kissing in Hungary had been posted on the internet. 

The whole world knew now you were more than friends and the F1 fans went crazy when they saw the pictures, officially labelling you as Max Verstappen's new girlfriend and saying you were dating for sure. Initially, you had panicked not knowing what to say or how to behave, especially in front of his family. Most fans were apparently happy for you two and thought you were cute together; others instead had been less kind writing their comments, saying you had betrayed Pierre's loyalty going with his rival and that you were just a gold digger. 

You couldn’t deny that those comments had hurt you, even if you knew it wasn’t true. Max had not batted an eye instead; indeed, he had become even more affectionate with you in public. He held your hand when you were walking, hugged you or even kissed you, not caring about who could see you, including the paparazzi. 

“Who cares what others say? They know nothing about us. It's just you and me and that's all that matters”, he had told you reassuring you. 

He was right. But… what were we?, you couldn't help but think.

Everyone was right actually. There was certainly something between you: something had changed, and everything had become more intense in the last few days. You’ve met his family and you were spending day and night together. In fact, you almost looked like a couple. 

You also hadn't heard from Pierre since Hungary. No texts and phone calls. You had no idea where or how he was. And in the end you had decided not to write or call him. You had already said enough. It was up to him to do something.

You weren't deluded and didn't expect him to reciprocate your feelings, but you didn't even expect him to act like nothing happened. 

After all, you had told him you loved him. It must have meant something to him. Then you remembered you were talking about the same Pierre who had ignored you all those months. What were you surprised at?

You weren’t even sad anymore, at this point you were just disappointed. You had realized that was always you who made the effort. You had clearly told him you loved him, and he had done nothing. His silence was worth a thousand words. 

That was why you had stopped crying for him. Pierre no longer deserved your tears, your thoughts or even your heart. You wanted to save all this for someone who really deserved it and focus on yourself. And maybe you've already found it. 

After everything that had happened, you were supposed to be sad or desperate, but you weren’t anymore. Thanks to Max you didn’t have much time to think about Pierre and in the end, you were grateful to him for inviting you. 

Max had a positive effect on you. You were strangely happy and calm. There was no time for crying or long faces. That was Max’ superpower: when you were with him, he was able to make all your problems or thoughts go away. To make you forget Pierre. And even if it might have been wrong, it felt so good to be treated with respect and above all, be wanted by someone. 

As he was doing at that moment, with you pressed against the mattress and Max on top of you kissing all the way down your jaw to your neck and then collarbone. That alone was enough to drive you crazy and to make difficult for you to think about anything. 

Since you have been on board and despite you have risked being discovered on several occasions, Max took every opportunity to fuck you in every corner of the yacht. Even with his family a few meters from you, he had no shame to touch you inappropriately. You, on the other hand, didn't want to stop him. The risk of getting caught excited you and made you feel alive tha ever.

He was moving down, kissing your naked chest and making you gasp as you felt his tongue on your nipple, biting a little, sucking a little more, while his hand was massaging the other breast. 

Knowing his mother and sister was around, you were trying to keep yourself quiet but Max wasn’t making that easy for you, especially when you were starting to feel your own arousal become nigh unbearable. 

Without stopping kissing you, he slipped his hand inside your bikini and run his fingers over your pussy already wet. He pushed one finger inside of you. It slipped in so easily he quickly added one more that made their way in and out of you. As Max didn’t stop kissing your chest, your back arched a little and your fingers tugged on his hair. As soon his fingers made contact with your clit, you could feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm, but the feeling of his fingers inside you wasn’t enough, you needed more. 

“Max, I need you”, you breathed. “Please.” 

“I don’t understand, schatz. You already have me.” He continued pushing his fingers in and out of you. “What do you want exactly?”, he said teasing you. 

You locked your eyes with Max to find him already staring at you with a smirk on his face. Little bastard, you thought. But you loved when he called you like that. Schatz.

Max was a dominant type, so obviously he would have teased you until you were begging for him, even though you both wanted the same thing. If you weren’t craving his dick so badly right now, you would have slapped him and tried to resist him. But, as much as you hated it and because you had waited long enough, you didn’t argue. In the end, that was a game you were happy to lose. Sometimes. 

“I need you to fuck me, Max.” You never stopped looking at him. 

Satisfied with your answer, Max smiled at you.

“As you please.”

As he pulled his fingers out of you, you whimpered feeling the sudden emptiness. His eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips before kissing you hard. 

It didn't take long for you to remain completely naked. Max had still his costume on instead, so you wrapped one of your legs around him pulling him close to your body. You quickly tugged his swimsuit down to let his cock free. 

He aligned himself against your entrance, teasing your wet folds, and carefully thrusted into you, both of you moaning at the sensation of your bodies coming together.

Max gave you a second to adjust to him before he started rocking his hips.

He had your thighs wrapped around his waist and as his thrusts became harder and faster.

Your head rolled back into the pillows, you bit your lip until you couldn’t hold back anymore and let out a loud moan. That made Max groan and thrust deeper into you, hitting your g-spot. The room filled with the sound of hips slapping against yours with every thrust he made and the headboard bashing against the wall.

His fingers started drawing circles on your clit and your knuckles turned white as you tugged on the sheets at your sides. 

“Fuck - I don’t think I‘m going to last very long.” While you were a moaning mess, Max’ face was full of pleasure seeing you like that. 

You pulled him towards you in order to kiss him.

You were clenching around him as he continued thrusting his hips and rubbing your clit, your breathing getting shorter by the minute and moaning inside his mouth.

“Oh my God, Max....” Your orgasm came and Max came right after, filling you up with his cum. 

With him inside you, you felt like you were one thing. There were just him and you. 

A few minutes after, he pulled out and laid down next to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer.

You stayed like that for a few minutes as you were both trying to catch your breath, your heart was beating fast and you could feel his cum dripping out of you. 

After a while, when he returned to breathe normally, Max got off the bed. You saw his naked silhouette disappearing into the bathroom and returning shortly after with a towel in his hand to clean you. 

Sitting on the bed, he gently rubbed the cloth over your legs before focusing on where you needed him most. You blushed. You had just fucked, yet that moment was ten times more intimate, feeling so exposed under his gaze and his delicate touch. 

There was no embarrassment or shame, it just felt unusual, especially since it was him. Max. He wasn't the affectionate type, yet he had been so carefully towards you, taking extraordinary care of you for the past few days. He had comforted and cheered you up, but at the same time he had left you space when you needed it. Even in those moments, though, you knew he was there for you if you needed him. 

Max had amazed you. He was able to go from being the aggressive F1 driver that everyone feared in the track to being sweet and kind to you. You, on the other hand, had gone from despising him to being his friend. Friends who kissed and fucked sometimes, sure, but still friends. But were you just that?, you thought. All this destabilized and left you confused.

“Wanna take a shower?”. You met Max’ gaze and grateful for taking you out of your thoughts, you nodded.  

Once in the shower, you were already ready for the second round and things escalated pretty fast.

After that, you went back to bed to rest. You were laying down in his arms when you slowly turned around to face him. His eyes were closed. You found yourself gently running your fingers across his face as you looked at him carefully. His facial features were relaxed and he seemed at peace, almost asleep. 

“It will do you good”, Max had said when he had proposed you stayed with him during the summer. And he was right. But it wasn't the place that made you feel good. It was him. He made you feel safe and loved.

Max slowly opened his eyes and looked at you. He pulled you closer until your foreheads were touching, and his lips were grazing yours until they collided. The kiss was loving and gentle, not like the one you had exchanged earlier. He was taking his time with you. There was no rush, just… love?, you thought.

We’re just friends, you thought. But friends shouldn’t know the way you taste. 

So what were you?

-

Pierre was scrolling his Instagram feed when some photos caught his attention. Although they were shot from behind and the quality wasn’t the best, he immediately recognized you. And Max. You were holding hands in the streets of Cannes. 

Those photos were yet another stab in the heart of the French driver. Since Hungary, something had changed in your relationship with Max. Since some pictures and videos of you kissing had been posted, you were less discreet and apparently no longer hiding. In fact, in the last few days you had often been seen kissing and hugging each other in public. The more time passed, the more you seemed officially a couple, Pierre had noticed. Maybe you were, he thought. And what was he doing to prevent this from happening? Nothing. He hadn't done anything months ago when everything had started between you and Max and he wasn't doing anything now, thus letting Max win, as on the track. But you were more important than racing, than... everything. However, he had not been able to prove it to you in the last period. He had ignored you and made you feel like you didn't matter.

Also, the fact you weren't on vacation alone didn't reassure him at all. You had met Max’ family and that could mean something, Pierre thought. Could things already be so serious between you two? You had confessed your feelings to him just a few days ago. 

As Pierre sat alone in his living room, feeling powerless and miserable, he read the text messages he had sent to you that night.

Please, Y/n, let’s talk? 

Can we talk?

Forgive me 

Please

I’m so sorry

I fucked it up

I don’t deserve you

The last two he had written after hours and immediately deleted. He had fucked everything up... once again. And the truth was he didn't deserve you. It was all true. But even so he hadn't enough courage to admit it because it would have meant making it real. Pierre hated himself for being such a coward but he was and the fact that he had never tried to contact you again proved it.

As he played on repeat in his mind the events of that night, he wondered what had happened if he had acted differently.

“Je t’aime, Pierre. Je t’aime tant” (I love you, Pierre. So much). He had tried to tell you the same for years but that was a race he had lost, you had preceded him. When you had finally told him the words he had so hoped to hear you say, Pierre had been unable to say anything. How stupid could I have been?, he thought. That was my chance and I wasted it. But the truth was that Pierre had had many chances before. 

Your words had paralyzed him as he processed them. Initially, he did not understand the true meaning behind your words. You were friends, so obviously you loved each other. So why did it sound so different at that moment? Only then he understood what you really meant. You loved him the same way he had secretly loved you all those years. How could I have been so blind?, he thought. When did it happen? Had you always been in love with him and he had never noticed anything? Pierre would have liked to laugh at the irony of the situation, while a lot of questions made their way into his mind. He wanted to ask you so many things but at that moment he only had to do one thing. Something he had wanted to do for a long time. 

But your next words had killed him inside before he could have done anything. 

“Tu ne me plais tout simplement plus” (I just don’t like you anymore). Your voice was raspy, broken and fragile, matching the way you looked. 

At the sound of those words the world collapsed on him. No, no, no… that can’t be, he thought, he wanted to say to you. He had just found you, yet he had immediately lost you. The weight of your words was crushing him. All the air seemingly had left his body.

Before Pierre could have said anything, you had ran away leaving him alone. And his heart shattered into a million pieces. 

Looking back on everything that had happened, he was the only one to blame. If only he had told you long ago that he felt the same for you, maybe things would have turned out differently. But when Pierre had understood he loved you many years ago and thinking that you didn't reciprocate his feelings, he had decided to keep them to himself. He thought it would have ruined your friendship and it was better to have you as his best friend than not to have you in his life.

But if he hadn't, if only years ago he had spoken, maybe you would have been with him now, between his arms. Instead, not only he hadn’t noticed anything, but he also had pushed you away into Max's arms with his attitude. He had hurt and let you down, something he promised himself he would never have done. I didn't really deserve you, Pierre thought and as the days passed he was more and more convinced of it.

What a fool he had been. He had only wasted his time chasing all those girls in hopes of making you jealous. And by doing that he had lost you, the only person who really counted for him. 

Everything he had done he had done for you because he wanted to make you proud, he wanted to be the best in your eyes. But then the success had overwhelmed him and at one point he had let himself be carried away by everything. In the end, that had taken him away from you. But without you, all those things – money, success and victories – meant nothing, if you weren't by his side to share them. He only wanted you, yet he had failed in everything.

Too busy with his thoughts, it took him a few seconds to realize his cell phone was ringing. Someone was calling him. He looked at his cellular to see who it was. Even though Pierre wasn’t in the mood to talk, he still accepted the videocall. He knew that if he hadn’t answered, whoever it was would have continued to insist. 

Charles’ face appeared on the screen of his phone.

“Hey, Charles”

“Hey, mate. Have you been on Instagram recently?”, Charles asked confirming Pierre’s theory. Charles must have seen the photos too and wanted to make sure of how his friend was. 

“Yeah, I saw the pictures.” Pierre got straight to the point. 

“So what are you doing still there?” 

“What do you mean?” Pierre knew what Charles meant but he pretended to be clueless anyway.

Charles rolled his eyes, already losing his patience. “Please, Pierre, let’s not fool ourselves. You know where she is so go and talk to her.” 

Pierre didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Since it all happened, he had thought over and over again to reach you, wherever you were. He was ready to leave at any moment and the suitcase packed in his room proved it. But how could he? Not after what he had done. Every time he was about to contact you, he felt ashamed and embarrassed. Not because he was afraid of ruining things further but because he had already done so.

“Honestly, I still don't understand why you haven't done this yet. What are you waiting for?”, Charles continued.  

Everyone, including you, was probably thinking he didn’t care about you and Pierre knew that acting like that was only making things worse. Also, the Monegasque was right, the longer he waited the more he risked losing you. But, after what he had done, Pierre thought it was already too late. For him. For you two.

“I fucked up, Charles”, Pierre simply said. That was the only sure thing.

“Yeah, I know, Pierre. Remember? I was there too.”

“No, Charles, you don’t understand. I…” 

Charles stopped him before he could have finished. “Yes, I do. What I don’t is why you aren't trying to fix things with her, why you aren’t with her now… You can still make things right with her. Or maybe that's not what you want?”

Of course, Pierre wanted to fix things with you. Ask for your forgiveness. It was just that he wasn't so sure he deserved it anymore. And if only Charles had known why, Pierre wasn't sure he would have continued to be on his side. In fact, Pierre hadn't even told Charles the truth, one of his closest friends. He was too ashamed. 

Pierre’s hands running through his hair in frustration. “Believe me, I wish I did, instead of…” 

“Instead of what?”, Charles asked, the voice had grown more serious and he was now visibly worried, as if he feared the worst.

Charles and Pierre had been friends since childhood, they raced together and therefore he knew his friend was hiding something from him, something that was consuming him. It was time to find out what it was. 

Pierre sighed, resigned. He felt dirty just thinking about it. But he needed to get rid of that burden. And if there was one person who could have helped him, that person was Charles. But to do so he had to confess his sins. 

As Charles was waiting for Pierre to talk, the French driver took a big breath and started to tell him what happened after they had parted ways that night. 

Charles had carefully listened to his friend and couldn't believe his ears. No, actually he could. Charles knew Pierre was good at messing everything up, especially with girls. As good as he was at making them fall in love with him, he was equally capable of breaking their hearts. But while many girls had been just temporary, you had always been his constant. And Charles strictly believed that you would have been the only girl Pierre would have never hurt. How wrong he was. 

Despite that and even if he was pissed off with him for what he had done, Charles knew how much Pierre loved you and especially after what you had told him – that you reciprocated his feelings too –, he couldn’t allow his friend to ruin everything even more. Charles still had to get Pierre to do something.

After what seemed like an eternity to Pierre's eyes, Charles finally spoke. “Okay, you really fucked it up this time, that’s true but I still think you can work things out. You certainly won't fix it by staying home crying. This isn't the time to give up, Pierre, rather it's time for you to finally do something, as you should have done many years ago. I'll tell you one last time: go and talk to her.”

“To tell her what? What I did?” Hands running through Pierre’s hair in frustration.

“To say that you love her too. Start with that at least and then you'll see. She must be thinking that you really don't care about her, Pierre. Is this what you really want?”, Charles asked.

The French driver shook his head. No, of course Pierre didn’t want that. He had obviously made a mess and couldn’t go back anymore, the only thing he could do was not to make things worse. Charles was right. He had to tell you what he really felt for you, at least. That was his last chance. Despite being with Max, you told him just a few days ago you loved him and your feelings couldn't have changed in such a short time. Maybe there was still hope for you two, Pierre thought. Your story could not have ended before it even began. And if it did, he would’ve at least tried to recover your friendship. That was the most important thing for him. Somehow, he had to win you back.

Looking at his friend, who was impatiently waiting, Pierre finally made up his mind and he had an idea.

“Charles?” 

“Hum?”

“I need you to do me a favor.” While Pierre told his friend about his plan, Pierre ran to his bedroom where the suitcase had been waiting for him for days and left the house as quickly as possible. 

He was coming to you. 

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Notes: Many things already happened in the first lines. Who is the reader going to marry? Who is the father of the child? Max or Pierre? What is going to happen between them? What is hiding Pierre from the reader? So many questions. What do you think? Let me know what you think.

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is always appreciated and is important for me. If you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to write them and I will take into consideration. 

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If It's Meant to Be {2} // Nico Hischier

Word Count: 3.7K

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Summary: Could an unexpected encounter at a bar lead to something more?

Warnings: Allusions to one night stand/sex, cursing, brief mention of anxiety, mild angst that's resolved at the end, fluff. Let me know if I missed anything!

To say Nico was surprised would be an understatement. He’d spent the day chastising a hungover Jack and trying to banish the girl from the bar from his mind. You were gone by the time Nico looked for you in the crowd, so he figured that was that until he saw you, eyes wide and mouth ajar, during warm-ups. You two just stared at one another for a moment before someone jostled him back into motion.

“You good, man? Looks like you’ve seen a ghost” Jack teased. Nico shook his head, quickly filling him in on what he’d missed the night before. “Wait, you hooked up with that girl I spilled my drink on?”

“I just said that Jack, yes” Nico sighed in frustration. “What do I do?”

“Are you sure she didn’t know who you were last night? I don’t know how someone has front row seats to see a team they don’t care about” Jack pointed out, not wanting his friend to be taken advantage of.

“I don’t think so, she looked shocked when she saw me just now” Nico replied, replaying the moment in his mind.

“Well then write your number on a puck and toss it over to her, doofus” Jack rolled his eyes, pushing Nico towards the bench. Nico quickly moved into action, asking for a marker and masking tape to wrap around a practice puck. The equipment manager gave him an odd look but did as was asked. Nico’s heart pounded in his chest as he scribbled his number around the edge of the puck, the coach’s whistle calling for everyone to clear the ice. He quickly skated over to your seat, noting the redhead from the night before now seated beside you.

He pointed to you, motioning he was going to toss the puck over the glass and you stood up to catch it more easily. He went to skate away but turned back when he heard you pound on the glass.

“Good luck!” you called, cupping your hands around your mouth so your voice carried through the glass. He felt a smile spread across his face as he raised a hand in thanks before following his team into the locker room.

***

“I cannot believe this is happening right now” you heard Jess say from behind you as Nico exited the ice.

“Can you imagine how I feel then?” you breathed out, giddiness filling your chest as you sat back down. “I seriously thought I’d never see him again and he’s here of all places?”

“Not just here, but literally playing? What are the chances?” she mused, leaning close to you. “And not to like, totally freak you out, but I think he’s actually a big deal—everyone is staring at you right now.”

You’d felt eyes on you ever since Nico had skated over but you were doing your best to ignore them. “Jess, he’s apparently the captain, half the arena has his jersey on right now” you whispered back. Jess, for once, was at a loss for words as she dug into her meal. You picked at the food she’d gotten for you, your nerves staving off some of the hunger you’d felt earlier. Everyone seemed to lose interest in you as the away team took to the ice so you smiled down at the puck before pulling out your phone to add his number.

***

Several hours later, Nico was excitedly putting his suit back on after the team’s win. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, heartbeat quickening when he saw an unknown number’s message:

Hey, it’s Y/N. I’m sure you won’t see this until afterwards but have a good game!

Hey, thanks! Are you still at the arena? He quickly responded and was relieved to see the three dots instantly appear as you typed your answer.

Yeah, figured getting out of the lot would be a headache so we grabbed a drink. Why?

Would you want to meet up? A couple guys are coming over to my place to celebrate, you and your friend could come too.

Sure! Where do we go? I’ve never been here before…

Nico quickly explained how to get down the tunnel to the locker room area, letting the guard there know to expect you both.

“Ready, cap?” Dougie asked, clapping him on the shoulder.

“I actually have a couple friends meeting us before we head out.”

“No shit! You invited her?” Jack asked, Gravy close behind.

“Yeah” he felt his face flush as Jack filled them in on the night before, thankfully leaving out the hooking up in the bathroom part. Nico wasn’t ashamed of what he’d done but he would hate for you to feel embarrassed because the others knew.

Before anyone could reply to the story Jack had just told them, they heard footsteps approaching. Nico looked up and waved when you rounded the corner, noting your shy smile as you waved back.

“I’m glad I caught you before you left” he smiled, wrapping you in a quick embrace.

“Me too! This is Jess, by the way.” Introductions were quickly made and you all headed out of the arena.

“Nico, why don’t you drive Y/N and I’ll ride with Jess so I can direct her to your place?” Jack suggested and Nico felt gratitude sweep through him; now he’d get to be alone with you for a short while.

***

As you settled into the front seat of Nico’s car, your stomach was doing somersaults. If you’d told yourself 36 hours ago that you’d be in a dude’s car on the way to his place to celebrate his professional hockey team’s win, you would have called bullshit.

“How’d you enjoy the game?” Nico asked, as he backed out of his spot.

“It was fun! I’ve never been to a professional hockey game before and I haven’t watched my brother play in years so I was a bit rusty keeping up with everything” you admitted.

“How’d you end up on the ice then?” Nico questioned, his brows furrowed.

“Our friend’s dad is a season ticket holder and offered them to us since they’re on vacation. We didn’t have anything else to do so we figured we’d give it a go.”

“So, you don’t follow hockey at all, then?”

 “Not unless you count my brother’s high school team. Why?” You were a little confused by his line of questioning given what you’d just told him.

“Well…” Nico began but was clearly struggling with how to say what he wanted to. As you noticed his fingers nervously tapping the steering wheel, realization hit you.

“Are you worried I only fucked you last night because you’re a professional hockey player?” you asked, slightly offended.

“No! I mean, not worried but just wanted to maybe…make sure?” he tried and you scoffed at his answer. “Please, just hear me out?” he asked, eyes darting over to yours. You begrudgingly nodded and he continued.

“I don’t think you would but you’d be surprised how many guys that’s happened to on our team over the five years I’ve been here. I’m not trying to accuse you of anything but I felt like I had to ask” he admitted.

You mulled over his answer. You guessed you could understand wanting to make sure that someone who was basically a stranger wasn’t taking advantage of you.

You reached over and took one of Nico’s nervous hands in your own. “Nico?”

You were stopped at a red light so he turned to look at you nervously. “Yeah?”

“I don’t give a shit that you play hockey” you said honestly, maintaining eye contact. He threw his head back in laughter before placing a quick kiss to your hand as the light turned green. “If anything, it’s a negative” you admitted quietly.

“Why?”

“First of all, every athlete I’ve ever met at school has kind of sucked. But mostly, when you tossed me that puck it was like the entire crowd was staring at me, it was such an odd feeling.”

He frowned, squeezing your hand. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“No, don’t be sorry, I just wanted to be honest with you. And for the record, I’m really happy you came over” you smiled over at him. “I was super bummed I wasn’t able to give you my number last night.”

“Yeah?” he asked, cheeks flushing lightly in the dim lighting.

“Yeah, you were a pretty good lay” you teased and he scoffed, jokingly pulling his hand away. “But seriously, yeah, I had a good time talking with you last night.”

“Just talking?” he pushed, smirking.

“You can’t get offended at me joking about us hooking up then be mad I don’t mention it repeatedly” you laughed, shaking your head at him.

“I know, I’m just messing with you” he smiled, offering you his hand again. You gladly took it, settling it onto your lap and tracing patterns on his palm. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day” he said quietly.

“You don’t have to say that, you know” you offered, giving him an out if he was just trying to be nice.

“Why wouldn’t I say it if it’s the truth?” he asked, glancing over towards you. “I was so pissed at Jack all day for picking a fight right as you were pulling out your phone.”

“Well, Jess said if it was meant to be more than a one-night thing we’d meet again and here we are” you mused.

“I’m glad we get the chance to see where this could go.”

You smiled at his response, “Yeah, me too, Nico.”

***

“Babe, are you almost ready?” Nico called, checking his watch again. Since you’d started dated, Nico knew better than to expect you to be perfectly on time for anything. Depending on his mood, he found it endearing or infuriating that you were always ‘punctually late’, as you said, by about ten minutes.

“Coming!” you called and to his relief, your clicking heels confirmed you were earlier than usual.

“At this rate, we’ll only be five minutes late” he teased, holding out your jacket for you. You rolled your eyes playfully back as he helped you into the warm material.

“Tonight’s important, I swear I really tried to be on time” you admitted and a twinge of guilt hit him.

“I know, love, I’m just teasing” he replied, placing a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth. “You look beautiful.”

Nico’s heart still fluttered every time you shyly ducked your head at one of his compliments. “Now who’s make us late, hot shot?” you joked and he beamed, grabbing the keys while wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

As his car approached the venue, he noted your leg bouncing nervously so he reached over to squeeze your knee. “It’s going to fun, liebe, it’s really just a dinner for you. I’m the one who has to schmooze with the fans.”

“I know” you sighed, placing your hand on top of his. “This just feels different than team outings, it’s our first, like, official Devs event together. I just want it to go well.”

“It will, I promise” he replied earnestly as he parked the car. “Ready?”

***

You were grateful that some of the other players had brought their significant others; without them, you’d be standing awkwardly alone while Nico was moved from group to group. You understood it was his job, and you loved seeing him smiling with his fans, but it was a weird experience nonetheless.

“How long have you two been together again?” Nicole, Jesper’s girlfriend, asked from beside you.

“A little over six months” you replied, smiling to yourself as countless memories flashed through your mind.

“You’ll get used to all of this, I promise” she said, squeezing your hand lightly. You gave her a quick hug but pulled away as you felt warm hands settle on your hips.

“That better be Nico or he’s going to be pissed” you joked, turning around to meet his smiling eyes.

“Everything okay?” he asked, gently pulling you into his side.

“Of course, you didn’t have to come and check on me, I know you’re busy” you admonished, reaching up to fix his tie.

“Did you ever think I just wanted to sneak over to see you?” he teased and Nicole jokingly gagged before wondering off to find her own boyfriend.

“You scared off my friend, weirdo” you joked back and he chuckled. That was one of your favorite things about being with Nico: you two were playful but the jokes were always kind-hearted.

“Excuse me?” a woman’s voice from behind you drew his attention away.

“Oh, hey Molly. This is Y/N. Molly is our social media manager” Nico filled in and you shook the girl’s hand.

“So nice to meet you! Could I get a picture of you two?”

Nico looked to you and you shrugged, not thinking much of it. Nico’s hand fell to your waist as the two of you grinned into the camera.

A few hours later, you checked your phone as the evening was winding down. Your brows furrowed in confusion when you saw the countless Instagram notifications on your lock screen. Opening up the app, your heart dropped.

Molly had posted the picture to the Dev’s Instagram story and had tagged you. You hadn’t even thought to ask her not to but now your page was blowing up. You had a bunch of new followers and your most recent pictures with Nico had dozens of comments from strangers. Most were kind or neutral but the few that weren’t…

Typical puck bunny behavior, asking for her handle to be included on a team post

Wish our captain knew he could do better than this…

Bets on how long she lasts?

The room swam around you as you quickly changed your profile settings to private and focused on steadying your breathing. Your hands shook as you locked your phone, anxiety flooding your system.

***

As Nico excused himself from the group he’d been chatting with, his eyes instinctively darted around the room looking for you. He knew tonight was a big deal for you, so he was doing his best to step aside with you when he could. When he finally found you, his stomach dropped slightly at the look in your eyes. He quickly made his way over to you, “Y/N/N?” he questioned, worried.

When you didn’t answer, he gently laid his hands on your shoulders causing you to jump. “Baby, what’s wrong?” he questioned, sitting beside you.

“Nothing, just lost in my thoughts I guess” you smiled but he knew you were lying when no light reached your eyes.

“Are you sure? You don’t look like yourself” he pushed, rubbing your shoulder tenderly.

“Nico, seriously, everything’s fine.”

“If you’re tired or ready to go home, we can—”

“Nico! Stop fussing like a mother hen. I’m fine” you scolded and he drew his hand away in surprise. It wasn’t like you to snap at him, especially not in public.

“Fine, sorry to check in” he grumbled and made his way over to his teammates to say his goodbye’s. He suddenly wasn’t in the mood to be at the event anymore.

***

Shit, you thought to yourself as you watched a dejected Nico walk away. You hadn’t meant to snap at him but you didn’t want to bother him while he was working. You didn’t know if you’d tell him at all, honestly; there was nothing he could do to make it better. You massaged your temples gently, re-opening your phone to remove the last of the new followers. You hadn’t had the courage yet to open up your photos to remove the nasty comments.  

A few moments later, Nico returned, arm held out to you. You looped your hand around his bicep and waved to the players you knew, forcing a smile as you walked out to the parking lot. A tense silence descended as the valet brought Nico’s car around. Ever the gentleman, he helped you into your seat but he closed the door a little harder than necessary.

Now that you were away from everyone, you felt all the energy leave your body—you were absolutely exhausted. “Nics, can I just crash at your place tonight?”

“You’re really going to act like nothing happened back there?” he questioned, fingers wrapping tightly around the steering wheel.

“I don’t know what you’re talking ab—”

“That’s total bullshit and you know it, Y/N. If you’re too tired to drive home, you can stay over and I’ll just crash on the couch.”

“You’re kidding me” you scoffed, looking over at him.

“I’m really not. Something’s clearly wrong and instead of letting me help, you snapped and shut me out.”

You had nothing to say to this, so you curled in on yourself, resting your head on the window, fighting back the wave of emotions threatening to spill over. The rest of the drive was uncomfortably silent, as was the elevator ride up to his place.

You slipped your heels off as Nico tossed off his jacket and loosened his tie before sitting on the couch. “Y/N, can you please just tell me what happened? I know something isn’t right.”

You sighed, shrugging your own coat off as you opened your phone to your last Instagram photo. For some reason, talking about it seemed overwhelming so you placed your phone on his knee rather than answer him directly. “Just look at this, I’m going to take my make up off and change.”

***

Nico stared after you sadly as you closed the bedroom door quietly. Sighing, he picked up your phone, his confusion deepening when all he saw was a picture of you two smiling into the camera. As he went to scroll past it, his eyes caught on the most recent comments and he instantly saw red. He opened the comments section and his heart deflated.

When you met months ago, you’d said that him being an NHLer was the only drawback to dating him and he hadn’t really understood why—now he definitely did. He took the liberty of deleting every nasty comment he could find on your page, even scrolling through a second time to make sure he hadn’t missed any.

As he heard you shuffling around in his dresser for some PJ’s, he set your phone down before turning to his own. He pulled up his camera roll, checking the handful of photos from this evening. There were a few you two had taken together in the mirror before leaving but he chose one he’d roped Jack into taking before entering the venue.

The sun was setting behind you and while Nico was beaming at the camera, you were smiling directly at him. His heart squeezed at the emotion in your eyes—no one had ever looked at him quite like you did. So full of unconditional love and adoration. He knew his face bore the same look whenever he gazed at you.

He quickly posted the photo to his Instagram stories, adding the caption:

Fun night with my girl and the team!

He made sure not to tag you; even though your profile was now private, he didn’t want anyone bothering you. He wanted to share your love while still protecting you from more harm.

A moment later, the door creaked open and you peaked your head out. “Can you please come to bed, babe? I’m sorry.”

“Come here first, meine liebe?”

He watched as you nervously played with the hem of your, really his, shirt and he held his arms wide for you. You smiled shyly, curling yourself onto his lap and tucking your head into the crook of his neck.

“I’m sorry I snapped at you, Nico. I didn’t want to bring it up while we were at your work event and it just really hurt to see those comments. I know it shouldn’t bother me but they did…”

“Why shouldn’t it bother you? They were assholes, anyone would be hurt to see people talking about them that way, especially when it’s not true” he replied, tracing patterns along your back and placing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I guess, but I just felt silly letting strangers on the internet affect me so much. Like, I couldn’t even tell you what happened so I just left my phone with you. I didn’t want to start crying over something so stupid.”

“Hey” he chastised, pulling your face up to meet his gaze. “It’s not stupid. I’m used to people saying shitty things to me online, it comes with the job unfortunately. But that should never apply to you, okay? Tell me how to fix this. I already deleted the nasty comments on your page.”

Your eyes shone with grateful tears as you placed a gentle kiss to his lips, “Thank you, my love. Just ask Molly not to tag me in anything else, yeah? There’s not much else to do.”

“You got it” he said pulling you into a tight embrace. “You know that none of what they said is true, right schönes mädchen?”

“I know, pretty boy” you smiled back at him. “Now bed, please?” you asked, eyes widening, lip jutting out in a pout. He gently nipped at your bottom lip, making you giggle as he picked you up and carried you into his bedroom.

“You also know you’re stuck with me, right?” he joked as you rested your head on his shoulder again.

“I’d consider myself lucky to be stuck with you my whole life” you said quietly. His only response was a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

Thank y'all for the support on this story :) Feel free to submit requests or blurb ideas, I have everyone I write for listed on my Masterlist post.

Side Note: (meine) liebe = (my) love & schönes mädchen = beautiful girl

(according to Google Translate, sorry if this is wrong!)

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[alyjojo]

November 😶‍🌫️ 2023 Monthly - Capricorn

Whole of your energy: The Hanged Man rev

In your meditation, your glyph ♑️ was on the door, the little circle turned into a Scorpion 🦂 tail trying to sting me. May or may not resonate, could be dealing with a Sco. I whacked it hard with a book I was holding, and it cried and went back into its spot, like it never happened. Inside the door was the same loooong stairway I always see, starting at the top with bright illumination, so bright it hurt my eyes to look anywhere but the stairs. It went down, a long long way, and about midway down it was just getting darker, colder, the air was heavier. There was a clear barrier, I couldn’t go down any further, and I didn’t want to. That’s where you were, I couldn’t reach you.

The Hanged Man in rev can mean several things, in this case it seems to be about an impending ego death, because a decision you’ve deliberated on has been made for you. You’ve missed the boat in some way, and while there is a feeling of freedom that comes with it, not having to make the decision at all, it’s like you’re unhappy because it’s not what you want. But you never decided what you want, and part of this is maybe considering that had you even gotten what “you want”, would you have even wanted that? Or this instead? It feels like no decision would’ve *felt* right, but I’m not sure if you’re conscious of that yet.

What’s going on in November:

2 Pentacles:

You’ve gone back and forth weighing your options about something, while you have options to weigh. You were considering releasing whatever is being released now, it’s not really news to you. I think it’s more that the decision wasn’t yours that bothers you. For some, you could be losing money because you didn’t save up for something or didn’t act when you needed to. This doesn’t have to be as serious as it sounds, you could’ve seen something on sale at the store for 75% off and then the next week yours actually breaks and when you need it, it’s full price *and then* some. Go figure right? In other cases this could be a working relationship with someone valuable, helpful, and an opportunity they’ve offered is what you’re letting slip because you’re just not sure how to act, or what to do about it. If it’s already occurred, then you’re deliberating how to respond to this change, which may be unexpected. I’m not sure you have a choice.

The Chariot:

I heard “it’s moving on without you”, whatever that is. Possibly a job opportunity, that’s what I’m getting most from this whole reading. Could be a current job, if you’re losing a job, with 10 Swords in the last row, but that’s not for everyone…hopefully it’s not for anyone 💯 It’s like you’re scrambling to pull things together and reconcile a separation of some kind after a decision has been made, but I don’t see it working out. These could be car repairs costing you quite a bit of money. Things put off now stopping you when you need to take action. If you have two cars, you could be needing to make it work with one, or even using public transportation, which means rescheduling and maneuvering around both of your everything’s in order to make that happen. Or allowing for way more time waiting around. Could be the same or a similar situation with a job as well.

5 Pentacles:

This is a card of feeling left out in the cold, left behind (which is what I heard with The Chariot), abandonment and debt. There are a lot of very sad, emotional, even betrayed emotions that come along with this. You could be losing a lot of money, or money you were relying on, and it’s like you feel completely trapped and powerless to do anything about it now. Say you had a temporary job, and you knew that, you may have browsed several days for jobs but ultimately acted uninterested and didn’t go for any of them. Then something happens, you need one now, and the pickins are slimmer than they even were the first time around. Divorce is possible, job loss is possible, I’m not wishing any of that on anyone - if it doesn’t sound like you just leave it lie. Could be a large purchase, debt, or repair you didn’t intend on or save up for. By the time you realize the hole that’s been dug in some sense, it feels too deep to climb out of on your own, and it could be the “help” that’s fleeting too. Could definitely be dealing with a Sco or have that in your chart, the readings are very similar in ways, yours being more material.

Queen of Cups rev:

Having to leave a situation behind has you in an extremely emotional, possibly even hysterical state. Could be someone else too. It feels like a dream of some kind is being crushed. The energy is really heavy, just like the meditation, some are going to resonate with the deeper versions of the read, and some are just losing their shit over…you thought you could work out a payment plan for several months and need the whole amount TODAY, which could show needing to leave behind some intention or goal altogether, because you just can’t do it, handle it, afford it. If not a dream, you’re just trying to remain positive no matter the circumstances, which are very difficult for you no matter which area of life this regards.

10 Swords & 6 Swords:

You feel betrayed, this ending seems unexpected, there’s nothing you can do about it, except to move on to calmer waters. All you want is to remain positive, balanced, keeping your head on straight, and that’s going to be hard for you to do right now because you just feel out of control & out of your element. There is a bit of feeling sorry for yourself, and in some cases that’s completely justified, I can’t even blame you for feeling emotional. You’re losing something you had that made you feel stable, and a Capricorn that doesn’t feel stable is a very unhappy & burdened person. For now anyway.

Advice because I can’t just leave it like that:

The Emperor & 4 Wands. Could be a parent and needing to move in with them, probably because of financial reasons. It feels like you needing to take charge and be the decision maker for your own stability, or family, however that applies to your situation. It’s like “quit feeling sorry for yourself and do something”, which is something I don’t even say. Like that’s rude Spirit. I have faith they know what they’re doing, they always do. If a house is in trouble, fix it. If it’s a relationship, do whatever is required. If it’s job, find one. I don’t feel like you’d be getting tough love for no reason, it doesn’t usually come out like this. Maybe that’s how you operate idk. It’s within your control to do something, that’s fair to say. There is a small group of Caps that are dealing with something very painful that don’t apply to the tough love group, that are having to make the best of a very difficult situation…and there is a level of self-awareness with that, that you didn’t want to see, you tried not to. You didn’t make whatever decision - got you here, but you can & need to keep moving forward, if there’s a lesson here it’s that. Don’t give your power away, or if you do, don’t be mad where you go when other people are driving the boat. Sheesh 🤦‍♀️ Caps are out there like “harder Daddy”, why are you like this? That’s not me, idgaf what you do or don’t, with love ❤️

8888 is here as either news you’re hearing or messages you’re getting that make you feel powerless, needing to take fast action regarding something you’ve acted like your hands are tied with but they really aren’t. Maybe not getting a message at all, that’s possible, or being blocked if a relationship is involved. Moving towards a dream, away from one, or towards healing & a more positive mindset/situation in any case. 8’s are taking action. Now is not the time to be stuck in your head.

Signs you may be dealing with:

Cancer, Capricorn, Sagittarius, Pisces, Gemini & Aquarius

Oracles: ✨

10 Burden 🫠

Many times we take on the stress of those we love and care for. We see it as the ultimate sacrifice. We take on others’ burden to save them the trouble or heartache. Ironically, the way energy and the universe work makes this a very counterproductive way of operating. When we take on the burdens of others, we deny them the ability to learn and grow from their own lessons. We also interfere with divine planning and timing. Never one to be thwarted - any lessons circumvented will absolutely reappear - sometimes with much more force than what was originally intended.

Ask yourself if you or another is taking on troubles and lessons not belonging to them out of a need to be needed. This stems from the fear that you (or they) are fundamentally not enough. This is not true, you are created perfect. Your fears and doubts keep you separated from this truth. This is the separation one can feel from Spirit. Once you accept and believe you are perfect and worthy, the tendency to make yourself invaluable to others through your help and assistance will go away. Your relationships can then be based on truth and not manipulation.

We enter into November as:

Emaciated Periwinkle ⚖️:

“I must create before the opportunity disappears.”

This card is a good indication that something is out of balance in your life. You may be too focused in one area and therefore neglecting another. Change takes place in proper time. Slow down. With balance we gain the love and support we need to take risks. Periwinkle is also an indication you need to look at your eating habits. This could be a plea from your body to take better care of yourself. This can also point out workaholism or any compulsive behavior that has you feeling out of whack. Is there a part of your life that needs serious attention from you? This card wishes to remind you that...you take you wherever you go.

What is to be learned in November:

Rose Without Thorns 🌹:

“It is time to face my true feelings.”

You are most fortunate. As we mature, we learn that to enjoy the beauty of a rose, we must occasionally risk getting pricked by a thorn. You are not facing “the same situation”, this is the dawn of feelings being awakened and a new truth being born. You’re being presented with a different way to live. Trust you will know what to do. Stay open. Time changes us all if we’re lucky, it’s time to surrender and make the change. The best incentive to change is often love.

Red may be a lucky color ❤️

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[sunhatllama]

what are you willing to sacrifice for peace? (Part 4)

a Resident Evil fanfiction

For @aussiepineapple1st

Rating: M

Contains: blood, strong language, description of injuries, gore (?)

Tags: pre-relationship chreon, post-vendetta, major character injury

Word Count: 2092

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Leon was stuck in the hospital for another month, getting more surgeries, swapping his cast for a splint (against doctor’s suggestion), and finally healing. He was told he was very lucky to not need any organ transplants after the injuries he sustained. The only reason they even let him go home to recover the rest of the time was because Chris said he would be there with him. But didn’t he have missions? As far as he knew, the BSAA was almost nearly as unforgiving about vacation time as the DSO.

Speaking of the DSO, they had approved medical leave for him, but only for the additional month he needed. After that, he would be back on active duty, much to Chris’ frustration. At least Leon could make up for his screwed vacation, even if he would have to spend much of it recovering. But at least he had Chris.

“You ready to finally leave this place, Leon?” Claire asked cheerfully, bringing a large, creaky wheelchair into his hospital room.

Leon gave her an unamused look, putting down the clipboard with his just-signed release papers. “Not in that I’m not.”

“It’s only until we get to the front,” Chris tried to persuade, walking in front of him and kissing him, Leon closing his eyes in response with a soft sigh of contentment. “Otherwise they won’t let you leave.”

Leon looked up at him, grumbling without any real heat. “...fine.”

“Ew guys, get a room,” Claire chuckled, scrunching her nose. “It’s about time you two got your shit together. I was beginning to think you’d never tell each other.”

Leon scoffed, and Chris shook his head fondly.

~o~

They decided that they would go to Chris’ apartment since it was closest, despite Leon’s attempts to claim it would be rude. They dropped Claire off at the airport before heading off, Leon giving her a gentle hug before she left. 

It was nice to see her. He wished he kept in touch more, but every time he drafted a text, he would tell himself she didn’t want to see him after the whole Mad Dogs cover up. They had seen each other a few times a year but other than that, it felt like years since they actually interacted as friends. Leon would have to try to rekindle that friendship again, especially since she came to see him in the hospital.

Chris turned to him, pulling Leon from his thoughts. “You ready?”

“Sure.” he shook his head, chuckling. "You sure it's okay I stay at your house?"

"Stop asking me that. You're coming with me and that's that."

"Mother hen," Leon snickered.

"I just got you. I'm not letting you go so easily."

Leon found himself smiling at the words, an unexpected warmth spreading throughout his body. He wasn't used to people actually wanting him. This past month in the hospital would have normally been agony, but Chris visited every chance he could get, often staying multiple days in a row when able. Leon waited for the days he would come, missing the man's presence, his warmth, and his adorable smile and laugh when he was away. Part of him worried that Chris would leave and never come back, that he would decide that Leon wasn't worth the trouble anymore, and as he would watch the door, waiting, telling himself it would be okay, it would open and Chris would come walking through, a smile on his face.

Chris always came back.

They returned to Chris' car, a black Jeep with red-orange rust lining the bottom ridge all the way around. It appeared to be well-used, but also loved. Leon wondered if Chris did his own car maintenance. He knew that the man taught his sister how to ride motorcycles, Leon had a feeling Chris knew his way around cars. He would have to ask him about it sometime.

Leon gingerly slid into the passenger seat, his sling making it harder than it should have been. If he was alone, he would have abandoned the sling all together.

"How far away is your apartment again?" he asked.

Chris sat in the car, pulling out his keys. "About five hours."

Leon nodded, resting the back of his head against the seat with a sigh. 

He had fallen asleep sometime in the first hour despite his attempts at staying awake. The sound of the tires against the freeway coupled with the soft vibrations lulled him to sleep faster than he thought possible, the alternative rock Chris had playing on the radio fading alongside all other sensations as Leon finally slept.

~o~

Leon blinked his eyes open blearily as the engine cut off, the sun having fallen and the car doused in darkness. He gave a sleepy groan, sniffing in sharply. “W’there?” he slurred, exhaustion dragging his words as he looked around.

“Yup. Do you need any help getting inside?”

Leon shook his head, becoming more aware. He could do it himself. Opening the car door, he stepped outside, getting his feet under him successfully. “I’m good.”

Chris narrowed his eyes, clearly not quite believing him, grabbing at the bag Claire packed for Leon from the backseat. “You sure? I could always carry you.”

Leon’s face grew hot, imagining being swept off his feet by Chris. As much as he wanted to be carried by the man, he wanted to prove that he could get into the building by himself. He had been stuck in the hospital for a month, he wanted to do something on his own. “I can do it,” he said, more sure of himself.

He inhaled slowly, the slightly chilled July air lining his lungs and waking him up further. Finally looking around, he saw that there were still illuminated windows, which made him think it wasn’t too late in the night, but the temperature had dropped further than he thought it would have. Leon gestured for Chris to lead the way, and the man nodded in response, moving ahead. He could tell that Chris was setting a slower pace than usual and Leon rolled his eyes fondly.

“We’ll take the elevator,” Chris said once they got inside, Leon taking in the speckled tan-colored carpeted flooring and numbered wooden doors. 

A slight musty carpet smell surrounded him, reminding Leon more of an old house than an apartment building. He thought the BSAA would have spared no expense for their favorite captain. Maybe he picked it out himself. “Don’t think I can handle the stairs?” 

Chris smiled, turning toward the lift and pressing the button to call it down. “If y’want to climb five flights of stairs be my guest but I’m taking the elevator.”

Leon scoffed, crossing his arms the best he could with the sling before following him silently as the doors opened with a ding. He leaned against the metal walls, left arm touching Chris’ right, and Leon fought to keep his body from reacting to the warmth radiating from the man’s skin. Leon had gotten used to Chris’ touch while stuck in the hospital, but somehow this felt different. They waited for the lift to take them to the fifth floor, each staring down the elevator doors, Leon hyper-aware of each minuscule movement of Chris’ arm. He held his breath as the elevator finally dinged its arrival. As they left the lift, Chris placed an arm at the back of Leon’s back, and Leon swallowed at the touch. He felt his gaze on him, his warm breath brushing against his skin as they walked towards Chris’ apartment.

“This is it,” he said, pulling out his jingling keyring and unlocking the door, before stepping in. 

The apartment was simple, a small modern kitchenette next to a four-chaired wooden table sat near the front door, leading to the living room. There was a shiny leather sectional across from the TV and Leon could see a hallway with three doors. The space was modestly sized and cozy, but Leon could tell it wasn’t lived in very often. It lacked some of Chris’ particular warmth; the only thing he could spot that screamed ‘Chris’ was the pictures hanging in the hallway, images of the man with his STARS team, a few of him and Claire when they were younger, and Leon surprisingly spotted one with him in it from one of Claire’s backyard parties he used to go to.

“The bathroom is the first door on the left, the guest room following it, and my room across from them,” Chris said somewhat awkwardly, placing Leon’s duffel bag on the couch. “Sorry for how empty it is. I only stay here when my missions bring me to the States and if Claire’s busy.”

“That’s fine,” Leon quickly said. He didn’t mind. He was surprised Chris even had a place to stay in the States at all, since the BSAA was based in Europe and he was almost always over there. “I’m not picky. My apartment only has the bare essentials.”

Chris looked at him with an emotion he couldn’t decipher, looking almost upset, before shaking his head slightly. “If you want, you can shower while I pull together something for us to eat.”

Suddenly, Leon was reminded that he hadn’t had a shower outside of the hospital in a long time. Using the cheap shampoo was hell for his hair, drying it out more than he wanted, but he loathed letting it go unwashed. He was excited to finally use quality products again. “Did Claire—”

“Yeah, she packed you some shower stuff. It’s somewhere in the bag.”

He nodded his thanks before searching the duffel bag, quickly finding what he was looking for. Seeing his favorite shampoo, he refrained from making a noise of excitement. Fuck yeah. He would have to thank Claire the next time they spoke.

He turned back to Chris, seeing him still in the same spot as before, watching him. Leon had to pass by him to reach the bathroom, the man’s tight shirt concealing nothing of the contents underneath and sending a twinge down his abdomen.

“Yell if you need anything,” he said, and Leon nodded, swallowing. 

He went to the bathroom, opened the door with his left arm, and stepped inside. It was small but well-kept. There was a shower in the corner, a toilet, and a modestly-sized sink. He saw space on the shower shelves for his things and placed his products next to Chris’, noticing that Chris also used some high-end products. For some reason, Leon pictured the man using 3-in-1 shampoo like most of the other men he knew. But, Leon mused, Chris isn’t like other men.

Leon stepped in front of the mirror, eyes widening when he caught a glimpse of himself. His dark hair, while back to its usual length due to Claire cutting it for him while he was in the hospital, was dull, his lighter brown roots growing in and forming an obvious line where the dye stopped. There were deep bags under his eyes, contrasting grossly against his skinnier face, a side effect of poor sleeping and recovering from his wounds, he assumed. It probably didn’t help that he was stuck in bed either. His muscle mass was horribly depleted. Once he was able to, he would have to start working out again if he wanted to get it back. He was already skinny from the year after the C-virus incident, but now he was even more so.

Undressing, he removed the sling and exposed his naked body, seeing more signs of his lost weight in the form of visible ribs, and spotting bruises along his skin, some having faded, others in the process, yellow and green, and some still dark and painful to the touch, mostly around his right abdomen and back. 

The doctors told him that he wouldn’t be able to have alcohol for a while because of the damage dealt to his liver, the trauma still visible even a month later. Leon wasn’t addicted to alcohol, like many thought, but it was a crutch, something he turned to when the nightmares got too bad or he just needed to forget for a while. Sleep didn’t come to him easily and alcohol helped him relax. Leon knew it wasn’t a good habit, he hated that he depended on it to cope, but couldn’t see any other way.

Feeling nauseous, he avoided looking at his skinny, battered body, not wanting to see what he had become, and gingerly stepped into the shower, turning the water on as hot as he could stand.

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Franziska and Phoenix headcanons please?

Oh I absolutely LOVE these two! Very underrated dynamic!

(These headcanons include Narumitsu, and the last one heavily involves Franmaya, so if that’s not your cup of tea then no worries!)

Realistic Headcanon:

They can get very competitive if the opportunity presents itself.

At first, Phoenix is terrified of Franziska (and for good reason). He wants nothing to do with her and her obsession with perfection. But as time goes by, and circumstances toughen up Phoenix and soften Franziska, the two find themselves on a more equal wavelength. Sure, Phoenix is still more likely to let things go before they go too far, but otherwise? You had better not be in the same room as the two of them when a bet is on the line.

(More Headcanons Below!)

Unrealistic (but Hilarious) Headcanon):

Franziska’s whip is practically a part of her body at this point. Get on her bad side? The whip is out faster than you can blink.

And slightly unrelated, but I do headcanon that Franziska is so skilled with using her whip that she is able to hold back enough to prevent devastating harm. For example, while she does use her whip on literally anyone who crosses or annoys her (including Phoenix, of course), she doesn’t lash them so hard that they bleed, or are in excruciating pain. She’s able to hold back enough that it feels like a particularly painful slap, or even a punch when aimed a certain way, and the only markings left by the whip would be a bruise or a thin, red mark reminiscent of a sunburn that would fade away after a day or two.

Nevertheless, that whip still hurts like a bitch, and Phoenix has been a reoccurring victim of its wrath. In the years following the Engarde case, Phoenix’s mere presence infuriates Franziska, serving as a reminder of her first failure. Franziska does eventually warm up to Phoenix, but it takes a long time, and in the meantime Phoenix knows to expect a crack and a sting of pain whenever he sees the blue-haired prosecutor. And maybe Franziska does derive some satisfaction whenever he sees Phoenix flinch at her presence (who are we kidding, she totally does).

But then, something unexpected happens.

It’s many years after the two first met. Perhaps Phoenix even has Trucy now, who Franziska absolutely adores. But fools will be fools, and even after developing a begrudging fondness for this man her brother is so besotted for, Phoenix will undoubtedly spout some nonsense that has Franzisia gnashing her teeth and reaching for her whip.

Except when the whip descends and Phoenix instinctively recoils, his eyes widen. Not in pain, but in surprise.

Because the whip didn’t hurt him.

Phoenix had been whipped so much that he developed some kind of tolerance against the pain. Perhaps the constant lashes (as well as the other physical abuse he endured throughout his years as a defense attorney) helped him literally develop a thicker skin. Or maybe he’s so used to the pain that his brain just doesn’t register it as pain anymore.

He turns to Franziska, who looks just as shocked as he is. He realizes his mistake and tries to fake the pain, but it’s too late. Franziska sees right through him.

Her whip no longer works on Phoenix. He has secured another complete victory over her.

Because Franziska can’t whip him harder. Any harder, and she might actually cut him. She tries to whip him several times in a row, but it doesn’t change anything, and she’s quick to realize that continuing to whip him would only make it hurt less in the long run.

So to this day, Phoenix remains the only person that Franziska never whips. At first, Franziska’s subordinates believe that it’s because Franziska is afraid of him. That’s disproven soon enough, because Franziska has discovered other methods of intimidation that work perfectly fine on the thick-skinned attorney, much to Phoenix’s chagrin.

Maybe it would have been better if the whip still hurt…

Heart-Crushing and Awful Headcanon:

So… Phoenix and Franziska during the seven year gap.

In my headcanon, Miles was there. There is absolutely no question about that. Miles just about dropped everything to catch the first flight back to Japanifornia as soon as he heard the news, and even took some time off (which was absolutely unheard of for the prosecutor) to help Phoenix and his new daughter get to a place where they were stable. And even after this, when Miles returned to his job and occasionally needed to work abroad, he still regularly checked in with Phoenix and offered both emotional and financial support whenever it was needed.

Now, Franziska is a bit of a different story.

When she first heard the news, she was furious. How could that foolish defense attorney do something so unbelievably foolish!? Sure, Phoenix had done his fair share of stupid things, and his courtroom tactics are chaotic enough to belong in a circus, but to forge evidence? And against a rookie!? What was he thinking!?

Phoenix received many calls within the week of his disbarment, well-wishes and reassurances from friends (and even a few former clients) that helped ground the former lawyer and gave him the strength to keep going. Franziska wasn’t among those who called.

Eventually, Franziska received a call of her own from Miles. Of course, it’s about Phoenix. As soon as the man’s name left Mile’s lips, Franziska was off. She was absolutely fuming, ranting with a biting tone about a lack of brains and an even bigger lack of honor, about how foolish Phoenix was to even attempt something so stupid, and how she is an even bigger fool to have ever been bested by such a shameful excuse for a defense attorney.

And then Miles told her the truth, and her blood ran cold.

…The call Phoenix received a few weeks after his disbarment was a surprise, the caller even more so. Franziska’s words were as sharp as ever, and if Phoenix wasn’t already feeling so numb from the aftershock of everything that happened, he may have even flinched. But years of friendship with Miles had taught Phoenix how to see the care and concern behind the scolding, and he found himself smiling despite himself (and feeling glad that Franziska wasn’t there in person to see it, since he would no doubt receive a whipping).

Whenever Franziska overhears a subordinate or colleague badmouthing the disgraced attorney, they are quick to face the wrath of her whip. She was foolish enough to believe the same farce that lost Phoenix his badge, but she will not make the same mistake again.

Unrealistic Headcanon That Will Probably Never Happen:

Psst. Hey. Can I interest you in some… Franmaya?

So here Franziska is, lamenting over her foolish crush on that foolish (but admittedly beautiful) spirit medium. And that spirit medium happens to be best friends with a certain foolish defense attorney. The two are so close that they are practically siblings.

Which is obviously a huge problem for Franziska, who has historically not gotten along with Phoenix. But if she wants to have even a chance with Maya, she needs to develop an amicable relationship with the people she cares about.

She probably starts with Pearl, who takes… a while to warm up to her (I have some headcanons about the two of them that you can read here if you’d like!) She may even visit Khurain village and spend some time with the nuns and mediums, learning all she can about the history and culture Maya grew up with. The spirit mediums warm up to Franziska quickly, admiring her spirit and her dedication to learning, which is another victory for the prosecutor.

But she’s stalling, and she knows it. So she grits her teeth, takes a deep breath, and gives Phoenix a call.

Now, Franziska still scares Phoenix, there’s no doubt about that. But she scares him the same way Miles occasionally scares him, where Phoenix knows that he’s in deep trouble if he ever gets on Miles’ bad side, but also knows Miles enough to where he can see the cracks behind his mean, hardened persona.

And Phoenix isn’t stupid. He sees the way that Franziska looks at Maya, as much as she thinks she’s getting away with it, and he’s heard enough of Maya’s gushing to know that Franziska’s feelings are requited. But that doesn’t mean he can’t have a little fun. I mean, come on, when else would he get another opportunity like this, when Franziska is bending over backwards to get on his good side, despite how much she hates every moment? He’s spent enough time with Miles to know when to stop and when to keep prodding.

But he’s not heartless. He eventually gives Franziska his blessing (not that she needs it, he’s quick to clarify) and encourages her in her romantic pursuits. And it all works out, because whenever Maya is also in the same room as the two of them, Franziska seems to soften up ever so slightly, which means less ire directed Phoenix’s way. Really, it’s a win for everyone involved.

Thanks so much for the ask! Hope I did these two justice (pun intended!)

Send Me a Character or Relationship (Platonic or Romantic) and I’ll Give You Some Headcanons!

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[enhaheeseung]

POPCORN

pairing: heeseung X fem reader! 🍿

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, virgin reader, public setting, blow job kinda, fingering, dirty talk, heeseung takes readers virginity, cum eating.

contains: mature content read at your discretion.

summary: you wanted to calm your mind and relax. what happens when your clumsiness, gets you into a very unexpected situation in a theater.

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you were at a movie theater. you decided to just spend the day alone wanting to clear your head and have some time for yourself.

you made your way to your favorite seat which was in the middle. there was only two other people excluding yourself.

there was one person in your row, just before you had got to your seat, you tripped over someone’s leg, spilling your popcorn on their lap in the process.

you groan. why did your day always have to get ruined?

“I’m sorry” you mutter apologetically.

“don’t be sorry. clean it up” he whispered to you in an authoritative tone.

you were taking aback by his behavior.

“come on, we don’t have all day” he pointed to his lap.

you started to pick up some pieces that feel before he stopped you.

“not like that, use your mouth, it’d be ashame for it to go to waste”

you didn’t know if it was the way he spoke or the fact that you were a virgin and you were always so horny. you didn’t care. all you knew was that he was hot.

“go ahead, no one will see us”

you got down on your knees looking up at him.

he gulped while guiding your face to his lap, moving some of you hair out of the way.

you stuck out your tongue, collecting all the popcorn you spilled.

“now that’s a good girl, dont leave anything behind”

you had your legs squeezed together, you could feel yourself throbbing down there already.

once you clean everything up, you took it a step further licking a stripe up his clothed shaft.

he groaned from your unexpected action, it was a bit loud, luckily no one noticed.

you got off your knees and sat next to him, you both watched the movie as if nothing ever happened.

about half hour into the movie, you rested your hand in his lap, he looked your way while raising an eyebrow.

he let you however, you could feel how big he was through his jeans, you didn’t want to sound like a whore but you really wanted this man inside of you.

you could feel his cock stiffen minute’s later. you felt a wet patch on the front.

you didn’t know you could have him like that in mere minutes.

he was quite kinky.

he definitely was. he got off on the idea of fucking in front of others, so when you started to play this little game with him, he couldn’t help but get excited. he needed someone to match his energy and you were right on his level.

he figured he wouldn’t make you do 90 while he did 10

it was his turn to reach his hand between your legs. only you were wearing a dress which made it easier for him to feel your wetness.

he leans in your ear.

“you’re already so fucking wet, just imagine how wet you’d be if my cock was inside you”

you whimper, now he had you imagining things.

he slipped his middle finger inside you.

you gasp covering your mouth.

“shh, you don’t want us getting caught do you? then we can’t have anymore fun” he curled his finger in you, working it deeper inside.

you held his wrist in place.

“wait” you had to breathe in and out.

“what’s wrong honey?” he really didn’t want you to tell him to stop.

“it’s just, I’m, never mind, let’s just stop this”

he couldn’t recall a time he was this disappointed, he had to find a way to coax you back into it. he couldn’t let this opportunity slip away from his grasp.

he moved his finger in slowly, talking you through it.

“it’s okay. I’ll take care of you, don’t worry” he placed a gentle experimental kiss to your neck.

“it’s not that, the thing is I’m” he finished for you.

“a virgin? I know, well I assumed from how sensitive you were just from one of my fingers, we’ll take things slow”

he continued going in and out but your grip on his finger was still just as tight.

“relax, you just have to breathe, I can’t fuck you if you’re this tight”

you relaxed finally, sinking into your chair, you felt more wetness dripping from you.

“can I add another?” he was surprised he was able to be this patient, what surprised him even more was how he didn’t even pay attention to the tent in his jeans.

“yes” you nearly moaned.

he took out his finger. then placed his ring finger inside you collecting more of your arousal, making sure the slide could be as easy as possible.

he slipped both back in, going in a scissoring motion.

he let out a breath, he didn’t know it was even possible to be so tight.

“does it feel good?”

you just nodded. not trusting yourself to speak.

if you felt good, so did he.

“okay, I’m gonna add a third one. it might hurt a little at first but the pain will fade away soon, trust me” he looked at you for approval. which you gave almost immediately.

the movie was long forgotten by now.

he removed his fingers once again, he spit on them pushing them back inside you slower than the first two.

he was right, it hurt. but not enough to stop.

“just tell me if it hurts too much, I’ll stop” he caressed your cheek, easing you into it, he then started kissing your neck adding more pleasure so you could focus on him more than the pain.

you pulled his head closer to your neck, the angle was awkward but he didn’t care.

“you like that? the way im stretching your little hole, before it was so tight I could barely move, now I can easily slide three of my fingers in”

you let out heavy breaths, your body was so hot. the squelching sounds from your pussy made everything ten times hotter.

you moaned quietly,

he wanted to hear it again, he put his thumb on your clit, rubbing at it gently, you couldn’t help but moan louder this time.

“as much as I love your sounds, you have to keep it down a little, I don’t want anyone else to hear your moans. they’re for me only”

he didn’t know why he was being so possessive, he didn’t think much of it, he chalks it up to the situation he’s in.

you nibble at his ear, he was pleasantly surprised by how eager you were towards him, it was hard for him not to make any sounds.

his hand was starting to cramp up. he’d been prepping you for almost half hour. but his movements never faltered.

whimpers escaped your mouth and went straight into his ear. he thought his pants were wet before, but when he stroked himself over them he could feel just how soaked they were.

he had already came once in his pants, you were too distracted to notice him bucking his hips up into the fabric of his jeans while he touched himself.

it was something about you moaning right in his ear that made it impossible to hold himself back. even if his life depended on it he couldn’t. he thanked the stars it didn’t, otherwise he would definitely be a dead man.

you noticed the movements of his other hand, you felt bad cause he was doing all the work, you replaced his hand with yours.

he didn’t want you to notice. pulling away from your touch slightly embarrassed. he didn’t want you to think he was just some horny guy coming in his pants by the slightest touch from a female.

he was. but not just with any female, only with you.

“do you not want me to..” you trailed off.

“no, I do. it’s just I uhh” like before you finished his words for him.

“did you cum already?” you didn’t mean to put so much emphasis on the “already”

he halted all of his movements.

“I swear I usually can go for hours without a break” he wasn’t lying. but it was something about you that had him coming undone in just a couple minutes.

“do you want me to be honest?” you ask him.

“sure” he nuzzles into your neck.

he was positive that you were going to tell him off.

“that is actually the hottest thing ever”

this time he let you touch him, you felt the front of his jeans, you weren’t lying. the idea of him being so turned on by you that he came in his pants, had you even more wet if that was possible at this point.

“it’s just too bad that it wasn’t inside of me”

he all too hurriedly removed his fingers from you.

“not to rush but I think you’re ready now”

he says not to rush. but it’s literally been 40 minutes he had been fingering you.

“what if someone sees?” you were worried.

“they won’t. don’t worry, I got you” he made quick work of his clothes, he opted to keep your dress on only removing your panties.

after all he did have to be quick.

he pulled your tiny body on top of his, his dick already sliding on your entrance gathering your wetness.

he cupped your mouth to keep you quiet.

which was, kind of working.

you felt him enterting you, it felt so much different than his fingers. so much bigger.

“ow!” you squeak “too much” you whined in pain.

“I’m sorry. I promise you’ll feel good really soon, just relax” he rubbed your back soothingly.

he was all the way in and the pain was still there, you had your head rested on his shoulder, taking deep breaths.

“that’s it, just breath” his thumb traveled to your clit flicking at it.

the pain was subsiding, he lifted you up fully, to let you fall right back down on his cock, it hurt. but it felt too good not to keep going, the pain was mixed with pleasure.

“you’re still really fucking tight” he could have came again, just from the way you squeezed him.

soon you both heard someone’s phone ring. it startled you. causing your walls to clench even tighter around him.

his head dropped down.

“fuck, I-it’s okay, b-baby, they’re gone now, just stay relaxed.

you had to ease back in to it.

you shared a heated kiss, exchanging hot heavy breathes.

he worked your body up and down on his length, like you were a toy.

“feel better?” he had to get the green light to go faster.

“so much better, you feel so good” he couldn’t help but get big headed. how could he not when he had the prettiest girl he’s ever seen a wet dripping mess on his cock.

you started bouncing on him, he felt comfortable now that you were taking some control.

he was right. you were pooling even more when his cock was in you.

“that’s it baby, make this dick nice and wet” he squeezed your breast in his hands, your head fell back, while you continue to bounce on him.

“you look so pretty on top of me”

he complemented you endlessly. there was no way he could stop when your walls held him so nicely.

“talk to me” the theater was now empty the credits were rolling by. “tell me how it feels”

he wanted you to feel the same pleasure he felt.

“you’re so big, I don’t ever want you to pull out” your legs were starting to get weak.

“I want to feel your cock pulsating inside me” that’s exactly what he wanted to hear.

“go ahead, clench that sweet little pussy for me” he held your hip in place while the other was back to your clit giving it much needed attention.

he knew exactly what it took to have you cumming.

he fucked you harder. not holding himself back.

“so, so wet, listen to that wet little pussy talking to me” your head was spinning, you’ve never felt anything like this before. you’re not sure if you ever would.

everything about him was making you so aroused, you were close to falling off the edge. with one last hard thrust, followed by soothing circles on your clit you were gone.

you came so hard you thought you’d pass out. your muscles contracted so perfectly on his dick.

he was cumming right after you, almost like he had been holding it off this whole time waiting for you, he was. but that was his dirty little secret.

you felt him twitching. just before he pulled out, you spoke, you obviously weren’t thinking straight.

“please cum inside me” you begged him.

it was too late. even if he wanted to back out there was no stopping now.

“fuck, baby, I’m cumming, I’m cumming” he buried himself as deep as he could, moaning while pumping you full of his cum.

you whimper in overstimulation. but you didn’t mind. you just want him to get his release.

he kissed you again, groaning into your mouth. still feeling your whole body shake.

“was that good for your first time?” any other time he’d think he layed it down, but with it being your first time he had been suspiciously cautious.

he curiously awaited your answer.

“it felt amazing, I’m sure it will be the best I’ll ever have”

that made him feel good to say the least.

he so very reluctantly pulled out of you.

he watched his cum spill out of you. he wiped some up with his thumb bringing it to your lips. you got the message and automatically sucked on his thumb, his brows furrowed while he watched you suck, he wondered how your mouth would feel like on his cock.

he pulled you into a kiss, tasting you and himself on your lips.

usually the idea would disgust him. but right now he couldn’t care less.

he just wanted your lips on his.

you kneeled done infront of him, after all you had to clean up the mess you made.

“what are you doing?”

you responded.

“good girls don’t leave anything behind”

“fuck” he moans feeling you around his cock.

you lapped up all of yours and his juices together, enjoying the feeling of his soft heavy cock on your tongue.

once everything was cleaned you got up on your feet, adjusting your dress properly, while he lifted his hips pulling his pants back up, the material was still wet and it was horribly uncomfortable for him.

neither of you knew how to separate after being together for the past two hours.

“so, I guess I should get going now” you spoke into the thick air.

he wanted to say something but his stupid mouth couldn’t form any words other than.

“yeah, I should aswell” you turned to leave, walking away leaving him alone in the empty theater.

you walked away feeling unsatisfied, you just figured that’s how it felt after sex.

you got in to your car leaving the man that just took your virginity in a theater behind, you thought it was best that way.

he sat alone thinking about what just happened, he laughed at the situation, he literally just fucked a girl In in the theater.

what a story to tell.

the thought never left his mind as to why you would let him be your first, especially in a public setting. don’t get it twisted, he’d do it again in a heartbeat.

speaking of hearts, his felt strange. he couldn’t pinpoint it, but he only noticed it after you were gone.

he knew it would probably be stupid, but he was young and this was the time to do stupid things. he exited the building searching for you, to no avail, you had already left minutes ago.

he sighed.

“damn it!” he realizes the stupid thing was letting you walk away, and not chasing after you.

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it’s a fact (that i want you in my life)

various (diluc, kaeya, xiao, zhongli)

- scenarios; 6.8k words - gn!reader - fluff & angst - hurt/comfort - warning: description of injuries/blood, mild cursing

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is it really so hard to be understood?

[argument & reconciliation scenarios]

title from mckay, jeff bernat - angel 2 me.

requested by @nanana-kashi

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❥ diluc

it’s a chilly evening, as always. 

you trod down the dusty path, steps kicking up clouds of dirt and sending pebbles skidding as you walk. the dim glow of street lamps illuminate the edges of your figure, passing under them on your stroll returning home. you take carefully measured steps past the countless rows of grapevines, past the stone walls of the building’s perimeter, and arrive at the polished front doors. 

the dawn winery is quiet in the evening, only the chirping of crickets filling the silence, whereas servants would fill the air with talk and work during the day. fishing out a key from your pocket, you unlock the door with a click. 

all that meets you when you enter is more silence. empty again.

diluc has always been a busy man. he’s a hard worker, as are all of the people that surround the two of you are, and he carries the heavy weight of an entire legacy on his shoulders. recently, however, he’s been especially illusive, managing the angel’s share during waking hours and working undercover as the “darknight hero” so to speak throughout the evenings. 

while it’s not out of the ordinary for diluc to work nights on end, it is unusual that you haven’t caught a glimpse of him at all, between visiting the angel’s share during his usual shift or roaming the paved streets of mondstadt. even asking charles himself remained fruitless. 

“my sincerest apologies, but i haven’t seen him. i’d thought he was with you.”

it’s even more unusual that he hadn’t told you a word of what he’s been up to. were you that untrustworthy?

you close the door with a resigned sigh, removing the bow that’s been strapped to your back and resting it against the wall across from the entrance. your pull your gloves off, the mahogany leather of it reminding you of ruby eyes and stiff clothing. they drop into a box rested on a nearby shelf. the unsettling silence closes in around you, and for a moment, you breathe in a strikingly painful loneliness. it fills your chest uncomfortably, like it’s carving out a hollow space in-between your ribs, gnawing at your heart. then, you breathe out, and the discomfort dissipates. no, he trusts you. you know you both do.

even so, something shifts wrong inside you without diluc here. 

you’re not sure how to feel about it.  

you minutely fiddle with your ring, cool silver pressed against warm skin, finger tracing the simple engravings carved into it with care. it’d been your request for something subtle, away from the flashiness of blinging jewels and rare stones. 

he’ll be back soon. 

you say this, turn the words over and over in your head just as you turn the ring on your finger, but you know better than that. you had truly believed it the first day, but then the first day bled into a second, a third day into a fourth, a fifth, sixth, seventh—

and now you stand here on the eighth day by the arching doors, inside the enormous mansion, cold and disappointed and alone. 

you shake your head, chastising yourself internally. it’s no use worrying yourself down over it. dropping the rest of your belongings in a pile by the foot of the bed, you scratch the back of your head and turn to the bathroom. best to run yourself a shower and get to bed quickly. the whirring of crickets and fireflies keep you company ‘till the sound of splashing water erases the quiet. 

you’re toweling your hair off, foggy wisps of steam trailing behind you as you leave the bathroom, when you hear the resounding click of the front door. 

diluc?

leaving the towel hanging around your neck, you walk to the entrance room where the man you’ve been waiting for stands upright, glancing at you when you enter. it only lingers for a second, before darting back to his own hands.

“welcome home.”

“thanks.”

the clock ticks in the heavy silence. 

“not going to say anything?”

he lifts his head up to face you properly for the first time in a week, confused. fiery red hair shuffles with his movements, and he releases it from the confines of his hairtie. “what is there to say?”

you take a deep breath, shoulders rising, then falling again. you fiddle with your ring again. “we haven’t seen each other for days, and there’s nothing you want to say?”

“...” he purses his lips. 

“i’ve been looking for you.”

diluc looks away. “..i’ve been busy.”

your stare turns frostier by the second, the beginnings of a bonfire starting inside you. oh really now? just an ‘i’ve been busy’? “busy enough that you couldn’t spare even a second to let me know that you were doing okay?”

he bristles at your chilly tone, hackles rising, and body turning sharply away, apparently preoccupied with hanging his coat up. “i don’t need you to fret over me like— like this.” 

the words have you suddenly losing all your temper, leaving behind only the dredges of a deep-seated sorrow.

“am i not allowed to worry about my husband?”

his untold frustration seems to only grow at the dimming fire flickering out in your eyes, and his eyes narrow. still, he stays silent, a brooding look on his face. it wars with the thinning desperation you unconsciously let yourself show tonight. 

“ —even if you won’t tell me what you’re up to, why won’t you see me at all?”

the loosening hold on your emotions is gripped tight once more at the deafening silence not unalike how it were even without him. your face is drawn neutral once more, and you turn to make your way back to bed. 

“..alright, diluc. goodnight then.”

seems like tonight was a lost cause as well. you trail through the hallways, pausing before the door to the study. you enter against your better judgement, something pulling at you to not do this— but really, did you have to listen to that voice? something curls inside you, hurt and tired. that voice never helped with anything anyway. diluc’s still drifting, far, farther away from you and you’re still alone. 

(you know your emotions are getting the better of you, but you just can’t help it. how are you supposed to handle something you’d never dealt with before?)

standing before a relatively smaller bookcase, you reach up to pull out a book rather carelessly—

diluc opens the door, a regretful nervousness on his face and brow furrowed, to see the heavy wooden shelf tumble onto you. his eyes widen, and he lunges forward. 

thud.

- 

you blearily blink your eyes open a couple times to dim spots floating across your vision. two distinct voices murmur somewhere in the vicinity of the room. last you remember, you’d left diluc at the front door... and went to pick out a book for the study.. and oh.

so you’re recovering now, you’d assume. 

you trace the bandages on your head with sublime caution. the door clicks shut, bringing you out of your thoughts, and you tilt your head on the pillow. red. it’s diluc. he’s in his casual attire, plain white top and black slacks, but is still so stunning. maybe even more so than his regular clothing. 

diluc whips where he was staring at the door towards you, eyes wide and hand flying to his face. it’s flushed a brilliant crimson pink. 

oops. 

snapping out of his daze, diluc rushes to your side and kneels by the bedside. your mouth opens to protest his actions, then pauses, and closes again. it’s about time you receive an explanation. you two are past unnecessarily polite formalities. he grasps your hands in his calloused ones like a lifeline. 

“i’m so, so sorry, my love.” he stumbles over his words, almost like he’s choking them up from the bottom of his heart. maybe he is. “i didn’t want to get you caught up in the— the incompetence of the knights, and all the troubles that come with cleaning up after them.”

he glances away at the floor, gazing somewhere you can’t reach him. 

“...all it brings is sorrow.”

he takes a shaky breath, and his eyes glisten from underneath his mussed bangs. his hands tremble in yours, and your eyes soften. you run a hand through his hair in a silent gesture. continue when you’re ready. it’s alright. 

“a-and so i didn’t tell you, didn’t go to find you. there was a really— really unexpected gathering of abyss mages, and i didn’t want you to get involved. but you’re right— i shouldn’t need to hide it or avoid you because of it. i’m—” 

he chokes back a sob, wiping furiously at his eyes, and for a moment, it reminds you of how he was before everything happened. how bright he was. how open. but it’s of no importance any longer, and you brush the stray thoughts aside. mature or not, cheery or not, he is still diluc. he is still the man you love. 

“it’s okay, love. it’s okay.” you shush his sobbing gently, cupping his face in the palm of your hands. “i forgive you. i always will.”

you nudge him up from the floor and into downy bedsheets, nestling him in front of you. encircled in your embrace, diluc huddles closer to you, sniffling all the while. 

“when the bookcase fell on you, i was so scared. i— i thought you’d...” 

he trails off, face buried in the crook of your neck. you can feel him pressing his cheek into it, nuzzling closer. you lean your head against his in a comforting manner, i’m here love, and the heavy conversation peters into a soothing silence. you both move in tandem with your breathing, intertwined and floating in the newfound peace. 

“..’m love you...” 

but a whisper in the (welcomed, for once) silence, diluc drags out the mumbled syllables childishly, probably embarrassed from the entire ordeal. you press a warm kiss to the top of his head and smile for once, affectionately, softly, sweetly—  

“love you too, diluc.”

❥ kaeya

sometimes, just sometimes, the personality of kaeya alberich, mister cavalry captain of the knights of favonius, gets on your nerves.

kaeya is sly and sweet-talking, words sharp and lined with double meanings left and right. even at night, tucked into each other and settling into the quiet of drowsiness, teasing words will slip out of his lips and leave you either furiously blushing, firing back at him, or cracking up in full blown laughter— most of the time.

his joking manner is what drew you to him, the way he’s the spark in the room and how he brightens up your life with every passing moment.

it is also what is pushing you away now.

you know you’re being stupid. his joking and teasing is just one of the many parts of the man you fell in love with, inseparable and intertwined. it’s just kaeya being— well, kaeya. and it’s a wonderful part of him that you’d never want him to give up on.

the thought itself doesn’t exactly help when you’re spiraling into a pit of unwanted emotions.

lately, you’ve been heading home late, exhausted and worn out from putting everything into your job during the day. you hadn’t anticipated the rain to come down so hard and in turn didn’t bring an umbrella, resulting in absolutely waterlogged clothes and soggy shoes as you neared the pathway up to your home. today, you’d just like a little soft peace and quiet.

the thought stings like a sharp slap to the face when you open the door to kaeya’s unusually boisterous laughter (usually it’s less... annoying than this...), the room smelling thickly of wine. you can hear the clink of glass against glass from where you’re standing in the doorway.

whenever kaeya happens to consume alcohol, he becomes rowdier than ever; this incident is no exception. you shake your head and sigh. apparently kaeya is sober enough to notice you, because he looks over at you and grins in a telltale sign of mischief.

(not sober enough to recognize your breaking point it seems.)

“kept me waiting long enough, sweetheart! look at poor lil’ lonely me, sitting here with only this wine to keep me company.” he shakes the bottle in his hand, pouring another glass, taking another sip. “don’t you think i deserve a little something? maybe—”

the rest of his words are drowned out in the buzz of your mind, piling on your strained emotions. it’s so much. too much. (it’s unreasonable, you know you know you know, but you can’t stop, won’t stop, it won’t stop—)

does he not see you?

the words fly out of your mouth before you can reign in your haywire thoughts—

“would you just shut up? asshole...”

—anddd you didn’t mean to say that.

the rainwater drips from your clothes and pools onto the floor in a miserable puddle. the shocked look on his face and the thump of the wine botte falling to the floor says enough to send you turning on your heels back into the pouring rain. the door slams shut behind you almost achingly as you run wherever your feet will take you.

stupid stupid stupid! why did you say that! your head throbs in a mixture of hurt, guilt, and confusion. you stumble on rain-sodden ground and stray pebbles as your feet rapidly grow sore, unable to keep up with you anymore. 

your legs give up from under you, and you collapse to the ground, face buried in your hands. even if you were tired, you shouldn’t have just shouted at him like that — he didn’t even know what you were upset over! you didn’t tell him!

picking the pieces of your thoughts back together as the adrenaline wears off, you unsteadily rise to your feet once more, knees shaky and weak. it’s as you’re preparing the walk home from who knows where you ran to, you hear a loud grunt from the vicinity behind you. 

oh no.

just as you feared, when you turn around you’re greeted face-to-face by a shield-bearing mitachurl that’s likely strayed from its camp. its shadow looms in front of you, crawling forward as it slowly makes its way to you. you scramble for your sword, fingers digging at the buckles of your belt, then realize you had left it hanging on the sword rack at home. 

(kaeya...)

the stomping grows closer, like an ominous sign, and you curse under your breath. as much as you’d like to believe you can survive this relatively unharmed, your wobbling legs and unarmed hands say otherwise.

without another moment to spare, the mitachurl dashes forward, swinging its shield as if it were weightless. you put all your effort into dodging its sweeping blows, the embedded stones whistling by your face as you scan the area in another attempt to run—

as you turn your head, the mitachurl charges in from your blindspot, slamming straight into the side of your head. 

fuck. 

the impact sends you falling backwards in a tangle of uncoordinated limbs and stinging scratches. the throbbing at your temple doubles over, and when you tentatively reach up to touch it, you feel it’s sickeningly sticky. blood. a lot of it. 

black spots swim across your vision, and hazily, you think you hear a voice call your name in the distance. whatever it was, it’s soon drowned out by the sound of the creature stomping towards you impendingly. 

hallucinating already? you bark out a hysterical laugh in spite of it all, then hunch over in a fit of hacking coughs. red streaks across the dry grass. it burns. you rub at your throat. any further efforts would be futile. you know a hopeless situation when you see one— or in this case, are in one. 

thump.

another bruise blooms on your leg, and you wince. closing your eyes, your fuzzy conscious awaits its silence. there’s a swoosh, the raising of the mitachurl’s shield, and you brace your body for the impact—

“love, you— what— i—“

something, someone, lifts you up, up, up. and you’re drifting, carried in gentle arms and smooth fabric. the air grows heavier, the whistling of finely honed swordsmanship hanging in the wind, and the thundering steps draw to an abrupt stop. a familiar voice trickles into your ears, but your mind is sinking sinking...

(it trembles.)

on the edge of your sopor, just before you fall into its depths, you feel a clammy hand clutch yours. it’s warm. 

mind empty, the bone-deep exhaustion swallows you, vision fading to black. 

-

you awaken to soft white sheets and bandages looped round your arms. your muscles scream at you when you try to rise, flames of pain crawling up your torso and singing your nerves. a grimace paints itself across your face, and you slump back against the pillows. what had happened again...?

the lock clicks, door swinging open, and you turn your head to face it. kaeya steps in, a tray in hand as he closes the door with a twist of his hand. when he raises his head, his eye widens, and you can see the faint bags under it, red rimmed at the edge. you purse your lips, heart panging in your chest. 

neither of you speak when he shuffles to the bedside, setting the tray down on the nightstand and picking up a stray pillow that had fallen to the ground. it must’ve been when you’d just woken up; you hadn’t noticed. he tucks in back into its spot behind your back, propping it to help you sit a bit more upright. he doesn’t retrieve his hands from where they rest on top of yours. 

you start, “kaeya, i’m so—”

he doesn’t let you continue, pressing a finger to your lips. 

“sweetheart, i should be the one saying that.” he ruffles your hair endearingly, expression both relieved and pained at the same time. “i was drunk and just let you run out there—” he pauses. “i pushed it too far.”

you can feel the start of tears welling at the corners of your eyes, hands trembling and teeth wearing at your bottom lip. “...i still should’ve spoken up. you wouldn’t have known otherwise.”

he smiles warmly, genuinely, the cheerful glint in his eye sparkling at you through glossy eyes. “then next time, speak up, alright darling? we both can learn from this.” you nod, and he cups your face, thumbing the rims of your eyes and the side of your cheeks where rivulets of tears paint transparent rivers.

“may i kiss you?”

there’s a lot more to unpack to your actions, both your physical injuries and mending the worn strings of your minds, but for now—

you nod wordlessly once more and lean in, meeting him in a soft, sweet kiss. he wraps his arms around you in a familiar hug that you’ve sorely missed and pulls back, pressing more small, but equally as sweet kisses across your face. 

—for now, this is enough. 

❥ xiao

“you need to take better care of yourself!”

xiao rolls his eyes, crossing his arms in protest like a child. he sure is acting like one right now. why is it that he’s only like this when it comes to medicine? every time... you grimace at him, glaring threateningly and shaking the porcelain bottle in your hand. the round pills roll over each other, rattling in the container. 

“xiao...”

xiao just huffs and snarks back, turning his face away as if it’d do anything. 

“i’m doing fine. adepti don’t need medicine.”

it’s a weak argument, and he knows it. why is he fighting this so much? it’s just taking painkillers. no matter; it’s time to put in the finishing argument. 

“it’s from zhongli.”

the statement has him freezing in place, chewing his bottom lip nervously. of course it’s the mention of zhongli that has him finally seriously considering listening to you. petulant kid. can’t believe you’re really dating this thousand-year-old child. 

“i—”

he cuts himself off and goes silent for a beat, another argument on the tip of his tongue, but accepts the medicine in defeat anyway. you drop the little jar into his outstretched hand, and he pockets it in a flash. now if it were only that easy from the beginning...

“fine. but you have to stop nagging me so much.”

you can agree with that one. 

“alright, it’s a compromise.”

unconsciously, his mouth draws into a pout, and you chuckle, dipping down and kissing his cheek. his face shifts from awkward confusion to sudden realization, immediately stiffening up and stalking off in a mere shadow of his usual cool. 

if you spy the pink flushed tips of his ears and the prominent blush on his cheeks as he leaps off the balcony, you keep it to yourself. 

-

so much for taking care of yourself.

“and you were saying?” 

the door slides open, frame rattling as the illustrations of one panel swallows the other. xiao in all his midget glory strides in, footsteps careful as he closes the door behind him. a tray is balanced in one hand as he does it, somehow steadier than you’ve ever actually held a tray before. even with two hands. is this an adeptus thing too? expert, perfect, unbelievably infallible tray holding? you can tell from the expression on his face as he makes his way over that something’s tipping him off. he’s definitely grimacing, like he would when you said something unbearably stupid— in his terms of course. not yours. 

is he a mind reader too? wasn’t that only a rex lapis thing? like with the prayers?

“you look like shit.”

even worse than earlier goes unsaid. his face is typical frosty-xiao, but his brows are furrowed and disbelief shines in his eyes. guess it wasn’t your thoughts after all. but actually, did you really look that bad?

“yes, it’s that bad. now sit up so you can eat.”

whoops. 

holding yourself from making any snide comebacks, you move to touch your cheek as you sit up, a little shocked when it actually makes contact with the back of your hand; it feels as though your face was set in front of an open fireplace. a damp towel drops off your forehead, plopping on the blankets. it’s lukewarm. huh, didn’t notice that before. 

removing the used towel, xiao sets the tray down on your lap meticulously. now closer, you can see the plates of cold noodles and steaming bowls of jewelry soup sitting on the wooden tray. the smell is incredibly appetizing, as expected of smiley yanxiao, and you take care in preparing to eat the sumptuous meal. 

“aw, thanks xiao.” 

he turns his head away habitually, too shy to meet your eyes. you can, however, see his fingers subconsciously fiddling with the edge of his sleeve. the sun takes that moment to peek out of the clouds and through the window, outlining the contours of xiao’s face and soften his sharp features. it makes him look almost luminescent, like an angel descended from the skies, and you’re drowning in his being. he’s stunning. 

feeling your stare, xiao whips his head back around, narrowing his eyes and nearly growling. like a cat, your mind supplies. your cat. 

(and then you laugh at your thoughts, because xiao isn’t anyone’s. you just happen to be by his side for as long as wants you here.

and yours, him.)

“don’t stare,” he hisses, and then you can’t hold your laughter any longer, hacking out laughter at his defensive demeanor. “you- !”

he hastily picks up the pair of chopsticks on the tray, taking a mouthful of mushroom-topped noodles between them and stuffing it into your mouth. you immediately cease your chortling to chew, else you shove yourself into a choking fit. 

floating bits of dust fade in and out of the sunbeams falling on the floorboards, as if playing peekaboo with the air. the noodles are perfectly seasoned, mixed with just the right amount of sesame and savory sauce to not be bland, but not taste overpowering. they’re light and easy to swallow, and xiao hands you a cup of tea as you finish your bite; his fingers brush against yours, soft and warm. you sniffle. your runny nose hinders your senses, but you can still smell the faint scent of qingxin blossoms, and a relaxed smile makes it’s way to your face as you take a sip. 

this is nice.

❥ zhongli

you’d first seen morax in the midst of a fierce battle. 

jueyun karst was as empty as always, save for the presence of several adepti crouching in the shadows, more than the darkness would usually hide. then, as you sat high in the branches of one of the many golden trees in the valley, feet swinging over spikes of climbing amber protruding from the ground, you sensed a change in the atmosphere. the wind whistling through the treetops and over your head shifted sharply, soft gusts transforming into howling gales that had you falling backwards. 

cursing under your breath, you gripped the branch tightly, face scrunched in a grimace. by the time the turbulent winds had stopped, your hair blown astray in a hilarious mess and your back rebalanced against the trunk of the tree, a squirming, inky mass of something had appeared, hovering in the air just above the ground. it steadily grew in both physical size and energy, the air humming and pulsing with it’s indiscernible movements, until it towered at the height of the larger trees, far larger than any human could. 

you could feel the surrounding adepti grow increasingly concerned, their energy fluctuating wildly, but they showed no signs of movement. why? shouldn’t they be neutralizing this threat? your feet pick up their movement again from where they’d stilled during the storm, swinging back and forth. forwards. the lump of dark energy steps towards the harbor. backwards. another step. forwards. it pauses in its steps, unfurling its wings. back-

thump. 

so that would be why they hadn’t moved. almost as if heaving a sigh of relief, the chaotic energy of the adepti lurking nearby immediately deflate, retreating back into a neutral state. oh hoh, a big shot? when a gold-pattern embellished white robe emerges from a tear in empty space, you nearly topple over from your spot in the tree. bingo. 

the storm clouds in the sky poured as they fought, the sound of pattering raindrops both filling your ears and serving as a backdrop to the clashing of metal and vicious growls. as you watched him fight, the prime adeptus rex lapis, lithe form crossing blows with the distorted form of an abyssal beast, you knew from somewhere deep in your soul that something was bound to change. 

(it was when you were leaping down from the tree to leave, silently thanking him with a glance in his direction, that your gazes interlocked. morax made for an awfully odd sight when he had both a curious spark gleaming in his eyes and a dissolving corpse at his feet. and well, if it got even odder when he invited you to tea, that would be his problem, not yours— even if you had accepted the offer.) 

soon after, in the days following that first “meeting”, you’d seen zhongli (as he preferred to be called) in town, lingering indecisively around various stalls both big and small. noticing his dilemma, as a good friend (if you could be considered that; you’d only watched him slaughter a demonic monster and talked over tea once after all) you walked over and helped him out. 

multiple tea outings, three bags of mora and several weeks later, zhongli is looking into your eyes— and wow, this is really reminding you of your first meeting, where he was beating the shit out of that thing while you all just sat around and waited for him to be done and— he’s getting closer? please say this is going where you hope it’s going—

evidently you win this time, because zhongli moves forward and presses his (soft, soft, soft—) lips to yours in a breathtakingly warm kiss. 

he tastes faintly like the sweet syrup of the almond tofu you’d shared earlier, and the moment he draws his head back to allow you a breath, you pull him back in for another. 

-

your shoes step soundly against polished flooring as you enter the doorway of liuli pavilion, soft chatter drifting between the rhythmic click-clacking of your stride. the waitress greets you politely as you walk in, taking a glance at the clipboard she’s holding, then gesturing for you to follow her. 

“based on your attire and the time, you must be the one mister zhongli is waiting for, no?” 

to the assenting dip of your head she gives her own in return, leading you through the back doors and to a secluded table out in the open. settled by the railing overlooking the harbor is zhongli, pristine as always, sipping a steaming cup of tea. 

he doesn't notice you at first, attention trained on the book lain out on the table, but then you're sliding into your seat with a quiet thank you to the waitress, chair audibly scraping against the pavement, and he looks up. remarkably deep amber eyes meet yours, but then again, you’re not meeting a random passerby now, are you? 

(you’re not wooing just anyone.)

or at least, that’s what you’d thought. however, by the time he’s mentioned guizhong for the— what, 5th time tonight? you can’t say you’re completely unfazed. guizhong was his partner in war, best friend, closest companion; of course he would talk about her. it’s only natural now that you’re getting to know each other more. 

yeah. natural. 

you rest your head on the palm of your hand, leaning forward onto the table. the glass of wine in your other sloshes against its confines. your eyes follow it as the liquid tips and turns over itself, deep mahogany flowing into semi-opaque purples and vibrant reds. 

guizhong. she’s an inarguably important part of his very, very long past. you understand this— but really, did he have to talk about her regarding every single thing? it’s as if— as if you were just— just there. you’re missing something. there’s a label for this feeling, you know there is, but it’s only escaping your mind the more you think about it. just what is it...?

“the leaves of this tea have been harvested from wild glaze lilies themselves, then additionally infused with the purified essence of glaze lily blossoms. countless meticulous steps and tremendous efforts must have been taken to execute this brew as splendidly as it was. it is most definitely an exquisite tea befitting of guizhong’s legacy.”

zhongli pauses, then sighs wistfully, a reminiscent expression painted on his face. 

“an... unfortunate end she had. time never stops, neither for gods nor mortals alike.” 

ah, yes. irreversible, unalterable, set in stone. you’ve heard these words so many times over, no matter how eloquently they’d been reshaped and rephrased. no matter how different they’d sounded every time. no matter how much you wished you could stop overthinking it. 

looking less like a new romantic interest and more like a replacement, you chuckle inwardly to yourself as zhongli stares out over the harbor, a new mortal friend to chat with. the thought hits a little too close to home, and oh that was the word you were looking for. 

you are just a replacement. 

how could you not be? you see how zhongli looks when he talks about her. though he doesn’t say it outright, you know he loved her.

still loves her. 

and so, who— no, what are you but just another someone? 

and here you were thinking you were someone special. of course you just had to stick your nose somewhere it didn’t belong. 

you’d really thought you could keep your head cool in all situations; no, before all this you really had—  but suddenly when emotions and love are involved, everything spirals out of your control. vile thoughts crawl up from the depths of your soul, clawing at your rationality and eating away at your want want want. 

and so when zhongli turns to look into your eyes again, mixed emotions rise in your heart like bile would up your throat. the wine you’d been drinking all night loosens your tongue, and the words are slipping out of your mouth before you can take them back. 

“are you really going to talk about her all night?“

fuck.

zhongli frowns for a fraction of a second, his head tilting to the side in contemplation, then parts his lips and replies:

“is there a problem with it?”

his answer makes you want to throw your head back in hysterical laughter. his energy is completely placid, which actually might make it even worse. he’s genuinely asking. genuinely fucking asking. here your head is, overrun with thoughts left and right, mind fraying at the seams, and that’s what he’s asking? is there a problem? your hand clenches and unclenches, nails digging crescents into the palm of your hand. he has to be joking. 

a waiter arrives to change and refill the empty pot of tea, but immediately stiffens at the silent atmosphere. once the new tea leaves have been added and begun to steep, he immediately hightails it out of there, nearly slipping in his haste.

clink. 

you set your wine glass on the tabletop. need to sober up after that one. zhongli still looks faintly puzzled, but allows you to do as you wish, and you both watch as steam floats up from the spout of the teapot. pouring a cup of glaze lily tea, your mind taunts, you take a sip to clear your head. 

huh. that’s odd.

you pull the porcelain rim away from your mouth, tilting the cup to stare at its contents. nothing is out of the ordinary, and the tea smells as fragrant as ever, but there’s a particular... sweetness to it? if it were any more bitter you wouldn’t have payed it attention, but the brew shouldn’t be.. sweet?

“zhongli, did you add anything to the tea?”

the bewilderment on his face only grows. 

“i don’t believe so? nothing other than the tea itself should be present...”

the corner of your mouth quirks down, eyes still inspecting the tea dredges in the cup. then why was the tea... was it really just your taste buds? a foreboding feeling sends shivers down your spine, and it’s building building building—

zhongli’s eyes suddenly widen, and he startles back from the table like a frightened colt. his head whips to the side, spear immediately appearing in his hand, and he draws his shoulder back at a speed you hadn’t seen before. the tip slices through air and hits its mark instantaneously, pinning the waiter from earlier to the wall he was lurking behind. zhongli rises from his seat, the tips of his hair glowing amber, and promptly knocks the man out with a blow to his neck. the waiter lets out a choked sound, then slumps unconscious. a crumpled piece of paper falls from his pocket. 

instructions. zhongli understands what’s happened the moment he picks up the piece of parchment. most likely sent because of the swindling incident yesterday. a desperate last-resort attempt at ridding the millelith of a witness. 

dexterous fingers begin to unfold the note. 

but why implement such an unskilled assassin? they barely had any killing intent whatsoever, else they would have been noticed sooner. there are no weapons other than this dagger on them either... his eyes swiftly scan the contents of the note, and all at once, everything falls into place.

the tea. he should’ve realized it sooner. 

the clatter of rattling dishes sounds from behind him, and he spins on his heels, staring wide-eyed—

red red red stains your hand and drips through your fingers, spilling out of your mouth and splattering the ground. red. your throat makes a garbled noise, not unalike the one made by the waiter just moments before, and your eyes dilate out of focus, rapidly glazing over. red.

you collapse in your chair, and all he can see is red. 

picking you up carefully in his arms, he closes his eyes (from the red red—) and teleports to the pharmacy. 

a single plead hangs in the air. 

- 

you jolt awake, hand flying to your mouth and chest heaving anxiously. you can still taste the metallic tang of blood. your blood. 

then, as you’re trembling from what could have been a brush with death, firm arms wrap themselves around you, tucking you securely into a warm chest. 

“shh... it’s okay. it’s okay.”

a low voice murmurs reassurances to you, cradling you in safety and tranquility. zhongli runs his hand through your hair soothingly, bringing you down from the frantic state you’d awoke to, and now you can recognize where you are. zhongli’s living room. you’re settled on his lap, gathered in his hold, and you can feel his steady breathing against you, a stark contrast to your own labored breaths. it’s when he’s sensed that you’ve regained rationality that he begins to explain. 

“you were out for a few hours and collapsed due to the poisoning that was originally intended for my consumption. i sincerely apologize for that. it was an unfortunate mishap.”

his voice is smooth and saccharine sweet as he talks, a deep rumble that you can feel as you lay your face on his chest. he takes it on himself to explain a little further of what happened while you were unconscious, which you are grateful for so you can sort your... thoughts out, from before the interruption.

(while he brushes over the matter of carrying you in his arms rather perfunctorily, it still lights a warm flame in your heart. you want this to work out. desperately.)

when his narration peters out to a natural quiet, the muffled hum of early morning workers bustling about outside, you ask the question that’s been on your mind since the very beginning of your outing. 

“is this,” you gesture to him, to you, to the comfort, the hugs, the love, “because of guizhong too?”

understanding finally washes over zhongli’s face in subtle waves, and he gives the most mesmerizingly fond smile to your doubting question. a rich chuckle bubbles up from his chest, the endearing tinge to it only pushing your slight confusion forward. 

“ah, so this is what your previous question was mentioning.”

his eyes soften, the smudge of red under them only making the gold of his irises bloom even further. the hazy look in his eyes makes you feel like he’s drifting. you can recognize that well enough.

(drifting away from you, a faint bite of a bitter voice whispers.)

“yes, i did love guizhong. she’d departed from this land all too soon for me to convey it, and it is one of the few things i still regret to this day.”

the words spark a pang in your chest, the sharp, tingling-sour kind that reminds you of unripe sunsettias and overly spiced mint, but you take a deep breath and it fades. you should hear him out. you need to. you want to.

“i retold my memories with her to you because they were... my happiest memories. they were all i had to speak of, other than the redundant miscellaneous knowledge i’ve retained over the years. i’d thought you’d rather hear of happy experiences rather than the long tangents i can run myself off of. i’ve been properly chastised by this incident nevertheless.”

he gently tilts your head up from where it’s buried in the front of his silk shirt, wiping away the stray tears that roll down your cheeks. you sniffle and wait for him to finish speaking, chest already lightening. 

“however, remember this— while i did love guizhong, you are not a mere semblance of her for me to retain by my side.”

he calls your name softly, reverently.

“my love, you are not a replacement. the one i’m in love with now is you.”

relief, warmth, and love love love surges in your chest altogether as he smiles gingerly, and you cup his face with your own hands, feeling the heat of his flushed cheeks against your palms. 

his lips are plush, soft against your own chapped ones as you draw him into a kiss spelling all the things you couldn’t say out loud. that you were frustrated at the thought of being a rebound for him. that you were terrified at the thought of dying with regrets. that you were unimaginably relieved at his explanation. 

that you love him too. 

zhongli takes it all into stride, leading your hands to rest on his waist as his own cup the back of your head and nape of your neck. he kisses fully, wholeheartedly, lips moving tenderly against yours, giving back what you’re bringing forward to him, for him, in equal measure. it feels right. 

thank you, zhongli.

#diluc x gn!reader #kaeya x gn!reader #xiao x gn!reader #zhongli x gn!reader #diluc #kaeya #xiao #zhongli #genshin impact #fluff #angst #hurt/comfort #cecilia #request #sickfic #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #xiao x reader #zhongli x reader #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact imagines #diluc ragnivindr x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #ooc? probably #cue sobbing

[sirthisisa-wendys]

In Bloom: Alpha!Geto x Fem!Omega!Reader

synopsis: take a look at this ask

wc: 2.9k

tw: NSFW

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Omega.

The lowest of the low.

You look at your reflection and ask the universe why you aren’t at least a beta. But today you and the other omegas would be passed off to various available and willing leaders of the pack, chosen only by scent.

“It’s not so bad,” your best friend, Geto Suguru, chimes in at breakfast, assuaging your fears. He’s an Alpha, but you know he wouldn’t choose you. You two were too close to consider being part of a household together; you had been best friends since you were young, and that was the extent of it - well, that’s what you knew was true. It’s not what you wanted to be true. “Plus, sometimes you’re not picked for mating, and you meet your mate later. It’s just an easier way to distribute enough people to avoid overwhelming each house.”

“The sniffing test sounds worse than it actually is,” your sister, Marie, chuckles, nudging her beta husband, Yuta. “You’ll see what I mean later.”

And later came sooner than you thought, you realize, standing in a room with the four other omegas in the pack who haven’t been claimed yet and are of age. Nostrils are flaring, eyes are dancing around, and your head is clouded with the smells of the other betas and alphas in the room in front of you.

“No one here is pleasing to me,” Nanami crosses his hands over his chest, looking at the head of the pack with disdain. Gojo shrugs, looking over the four of you with passing interest.

“Anyone?” Toji Fushiguro steps forward, eyeing you all carefully before picking Mei Mei, a small little thing that would definitely be dominated by him inside and outside the bedroom.

“I’ll add Mei Mei to my group.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, thankful that you wouldn’t be the one Toji picked. It was every girl’s worst fear - well, until he satisfied you in bed, of course. Rumors of his prowess in bed were enough to make any omega tense up, and he was famous for not having a single complaint come from his household about polyamory. In fact, both of his mates - Gunnar and Elizabeth - were some of the kindest and heartwarming people you had ever met, despite being mated the weapons handler for the pack.

“I’ll take Haibara,” Yuki, another Alpha, announces. You look over at the man - who had been waiting patiently for this moment - as he joined the only person he loved in the camp. Yuki’s choice had not been unexpected at all. But now it’s down to you and Urahime, and you eye her with curiosity. Would Geto choose her? Or would Gojo take her? Urahime was an introvert, and not really suited for being the head of the pack, so obviously--

“Urahime,” Gojo holds his hand out, and she shuffles toward him, her hair hiding the blush creeping up her cheeks. You look over to Geto, who smiles and crosses his arms over his broad chest before nodding at you.

But wait--

“Come on, y/n.”

Wait, but wasn’t he-- didn’t he say--

Aren’t we just--

You’re still dumbfounded as he walks you to his - now your - home, which isn’t too far from yours. Geto didn’t have a mate, nor did he have anyone else in the house. That was why he spent so much time with you and your sister in your home.

“Just see this as the main house,” Geto announces as you climb the stairs behind him. “We can bounce between your old one and here if you’d like.”

“Wait,” you finally murmur, finding your voice. “Why did you choose me? Was it because I was last?” Geto turns around, raising a brow as his hand lingers on the doorknob to his bedroom.

“I would’ve picked you first if we hadn’t cast lots to see what order we would go in. I lost this time.” He swings open the door, and you see the room has completely changed from what it used to be. What used to be a bachelor’s pad with flannel sheets, LED lights, gaming consoles, and a massive TV on the wall has become a light-filled room with grey curtains, cotton sheets, a bookshelf, and two comfortable chairs by the unused fireplace instead of swivel chairs and a banner that covered up the brick enclosure.

“You redid the room…” you breathe as you walk past him, and he smiles a toothy grin, watching you take in the transformed space. “All of this for me?” You touch the comforter, and eye the row of candles beside a wooden desk - all things that weren’t there before.

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Am I here just to take care of the home? I understand if that’s the case. I’d be happy to--”

“Let’s talk about it over lunch,” he murmurs, and you jog to the kitchen downstairs. Your sister is already there, apparently coming in through the side door that’s closer to your former residence. She’s just finishing up making pulled pork sandwiches, and you help her set them on the dining room table.

“Not so bad, huh?” she laughs at you, and you shrug.

“I mean, staying with Suguru and helping out until he meets his mate is enough for me,” you smile, placing a bag of chips onto the table. Your sister raises her brow but says nothing else while you work. When you finish setting the table, you all take your places and begin to eat, the silence deafening. You glance at Geto, hoping he will explain your duties while you stay here, but he just looks at Yuta, who glares back at him.

“Just spit it out, Suguru,” your sister gripes, and Geto sighs, placing his sandwich back on his plate.

“So, y/n. I know today you joined my household, and I want to tell you why.”

“Sure,” you shift in your seat, placing a chip in your mouth before Suguru announces,

“I want to be mated to you.” Saliva and chip pieces create a blockage in your throat, and you cough, eyes falling to your lap as your sister pats your back roughly.

“Me?” you finally croak, still choking a little. “Are you sure? We’re friends, Geto, not--”

“I would hope that would come with time. But I wanted to know if you would stay with me. You can say no and move back into the house with your sister; I won’t be hurt.”

“It’s not like you would be doing anything you’re uncomfortable with,” your sister adds. “All of this will be at your pace.”

You scoot your chair back, and whisper, “I need some time to think.”

_____________________________________________________________

Your time to think about everything lasted more than one night. It lasted almost a whole two weeks, you realize when you look up from your wooden desk. Geto had given you the room to yourself, choosing to huddle on the couch downstairs or retreat to his study when necessary.

You hadn’t really touched on the prospect of mating with him the entire time, not wanting to betray your feelings for him as a big brother, but the part of you that saw him as a handsome and caring man (and potential mate) wouldn’t go away. Actually, it just grew as you cohabitated with him and learned more about him.

But today would be especially difficult, you remember, rubbing your thighs together. You look over at the collections of pillows and one stolen hoodie from Suguru’s closet. You try your best to avoid being near him because you know what kind of overdrive your heat would throw him into. So you stayed in your room for most of the time, using the master bathroom, and only coming out to eat when you knew he left to run an errand. Your stomach growls angrily, and you clutch at it, hoping Suguru would go out for lunch and leave you so you could grab food and just be left alone to decide what you want to do if anything. You pick up your phone and frantically text your sister:

SOS, need food

Within a moment, your phone buzzes and Marie replies:

Can’t you ask Suguru?

You furiously type:

No! Last day of pre-heat.

Seconds later, a knock at your door startles you so bad that you almost leap out of your seat, and you call out, “Yes?” The door opens to your dismay, and Suguru peeks his head in, his wet hair and grey shirt appearing first. Should’ve locked the door.

“Marie told me to check on you, are you…” He examines the nest of blankets, pillows, and the stolen hoodie, and the confusion in his eyes vanishes. “Oh.” You try not to grimace, but he closes the door behind him, retreating down the stairs then reappearing with a carton of juice and a bag of trail mix.

“I keep these around, just in case,” he explains, then walks out of the room. “Lock your door,” he warns, then shuts it behind him with finality.

_____________________________________________________________

The knob jiggles in the middle of the night.

That’s when you know your heat has started.

“You okay in there, y/n?” Suguru murmurs, lips pressed to the crack of the door. You shift the large blanket off of you and wipe the sweat from your face.

“I’m fine,” you croak and rub your face slowly. “Just tired.”

“L-let me know if you need anything.” You hear him slump against the door and slide down, effectively blocking any and all exits. “Do you want to go home to your sister?” he calls out, and you groan.

“No.” You didn't want to inconvenience your sister and Yuta in this way, and she’d already snitched on you once in hopes that your heat would push you and Suguru together.

“Sure you don’t need anything?”

“N-no.” You whisper, and he falls silent, no doubt attempting to figure out how he can get on the other side of the door. No, you still had to decide. If you held out for long enough, you’d find out that his feelings were just figments of your imagination, and Geto couldn’t be interested in an Omega like you. He needed a Beta, a beautiful one that could match him in every way. You’re not that woman, and you could never be.

“Y/n…” You perk up at the way he whines your name, and inch closer to the door. “Let me in. Please.”

You hold a hand to the smooth wood, closing your eyes and letting it fall to your lap.

“You need a strong mate,” you answer, shaking your head. “I’m not the right one for you.” You stare at the doorknob with longing. You could open the door and let him in, but what would happen when he moved on to someone better? You’d be crushed, settling into the reality that you’re just a replaceable Omega.

“I don’t want anyone but you. No beta or other omega could be perfect for me. Not like you are, y/n.” When you don’t answer, Suguru murmurs, “Remember when we were in the park when you got your first heat?” You nod, even though he can’t see you. “I swore you knocked me flat on my ass right then and there. I knew I didn’t want anyone else from then on, but I had to fight Gojo once you ran off with your sister to go home.” He chuckles, as if this happened yesterday and not when you were seventeen, which was five years ago.

Your hand is reaching for the doorknob before you can stop it, and you unlock the door, anticipating Suguru to burst in and ravage you. But when he opens the door, he walks in slowly, taking stock of you on the floor and in an old t-shirt of his. He’s still in a grey shirt and joggers from before, his hair pulled back like always.

When he crouches down to face you, you’re shaking - whether it’s from fear or from excitement, you can’t tell. Either way, when Suguru places his hand on your cheek, you feel all of your nerves drift away. He taps a kiss to your nose, then tilts your head up to kiss you on the lips, holding you close by the neck. Once he’s done kissing your mouth, he trails below your chin, lips making a path to your collarbone.

“Get this off me,” you moan, and he flips his shirt off of you, tossing it into your nest before lifting you and taking you to the bed. He lays on top of you, spreading your legs wide while you jerk your hips up to meet his palm.

“I know you want to go fast,” he breathes, pressing another kiss to your mouth. “But let’s go slow. Take our time, hmm?” You whine, a fire building in the pit of your stomach while he smooths his fingers and lips over your skin. “I’ve waited for this for years.”

“Please take me now,” you plead, and Suguru shakes his head, diving past your underwear and sliding a finger into you easily.

“Patience, sweetheart.”

You don’t know how you got so turned on, but damn Suguru is going incredibly slow. You grunt in displeasure and your hands feverishly push down his joggers, letting his hard length spring free without hesitation. Suguru is taken aback at your show of aggression, but he follows it with his own, taking his teeth and raking them up your leg.

“Can’t hold back, huh,” he wonders, finally shucking his pants off. The dark-eyed Alpha removes your underwear and spreads your legs, pumping his cock a few times before nestling into your heat. You both give a loud groan of pleasure, which rocks you to your core as he sinks into you before pulling out, then thrusting back inside of you. You keen as he angles his hips so that your hips are meeting him easily without a single ounce of resistance.

“Please, Su,” you whisper, holding him close as he fucks you senseless. A haze settles in over you and you’re lost, wandering around aimlessly in your mind as he continues to pump into you. There’s no pain, no fear, no nothing. Just you and Suguru mating in your bed with abandon.

A stretching feeling fills you towards your entrance, and you pant, feeling even more full than before.

“S-Suguru…” you hiccup, but he hushes you, still pushing into you as his hand ghosts over your cheek.

“It’s okay… everything’s okay…” His fingers are shaking, but you don’t know why. Even so, something in you shifts, and you feel the burning fire roaring to life in your stomach. You grip him a little harder and cry out his name, which makes him lean forward, mouth open. At first, you think he’s going to kiss your neck, but when you feel his teeth graze a sensitive spot and then press down, you know what’s happening immediately. His scent explodes tenfold and you do the same, biting into his neck with equal pressure and feeling a trickle of blood run from the spot after a while.

The feelings that flood in are incredibly overwhelming, and you suddenly lose all sense of time, space, and knowledge. A loud exhalation is ripped from your throat, and Suguru echoes your sound a few moments later, spilling his seed deep inside of you.

A few minutes pass, and he’s recovered considerably, the mark on his neck still fresh with blood but not as red. His knot has only gone down a fraction, but you don’t mind. Your thoughts are like water and mist, just flowing past you easily, nothing sticking for too long.

“Talk to me,” Suguru whispers, but you can’t reply, your mind landing on one word, but then ghosting it away as soon as you go to speak it. All you can do is rest in his arms, nuzzling him close and closing your eyes.

BONUS:

As you rest with your back against Suguru’s chest, he’s making that sound while rubbing your swollen stomach. The sound is like a croon - bordering on a purr - and whenever he does it, it soothes you to the point of sleepiness. Your pup is tossing and turning despite Suguru’s soothing motions, and you wonder what your pup would be for a second before Yuki and Haibara appear in the backyard.

The sounds of greetings from the other pack members echo around the large space, and you watch them hand over a plate of uncooked steaks to Yuta, who is busy flipping the meat on the grill. Yuki approaches you, hands out to touch your bump as Haibara chats with Gojo and a two-year-old Yuji.

“I say it’s an Alpha by how much it keeps you up at night,” Yuki speculates, and you laugh, praying to God you wouldn't have a mini-Suguru running around the house any time soon. Gojo would very easily snatch him (or her) up and train them how to be “the strongest”, which wouldn’t bode well for your doors or kitchen cabinets.

“I’ve been telling her it’s an Alpha,” Geto chimes in, and you sigh, rolling your eyes.

“Are you going to also tell Yuki here what you said about the Fushiguro’s son?”

“What?” he asks innocently. “I only said Megumi would make a great Omega.”

“And Toji told you to eat shit.” Yuki leans back and cackles, holding her stomach.

“Sounds just like Toji.” You let the two alphas continue their conversation, tuning them out and watching Megumi run across the grass with Yuji and Nobara.

“You know, there’s only one thing worse than a curse user,” You hear Gojo mutter to Toji, and the green-eyed man nods.

“Yeah, a child.”

#geto x reader #jujutsu kaisen getou #geto suguru #jjk geto #getou suguru #getou x reader #geto smut #jjk smut #omegaverse #jjk omegaverse #jujutsu kaisen

[untaemedqueen]

Third Wheeling

CEO!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 29.

Warnings (Updating Still): Smut, Cheating, Unexpected Pregnancy, Unfaithful, Emotional Damage, Love

Warnings For This Chapter: Pre-Wedding Jitters, Dirty Talk, Daddy Kink, Fingering, Praise, Lactation Kink, Milk Drinking, Pregnancy Kink, Wife Kink, Glazed Donut!OC

A/N: Today’s chapter is late because I’ve been busy playing New Pokemon Snap... sry. Shout out to @xjoonchildx, @ladyartemesia and @ppersonna because I’d be lost without them.

There are undoubtedly many events in life that make a person nervous -- your first day of high school and college, your first kiss, your first sexual experience, and for some even your first phone call you give to your doctor when you're no longer under your parents protection. But no one -- not a single person, told you how nervous your wedding day is.

Maybe it's the amount of people that are attending. Two hundred is no small number.

Or maybe it's the fact that with your belly sticking out so far you can barely see your feet makes you feel like you'll be judged.

Whatever it is, the feeling fucking sucks.

You've seen so many movies where the woman who is getting married is all laughs and smiles, giving cheers to anyone and everyone because it's her wedding day. But now, you can officially say it's bullshit.

The best part is, it isn't even today, it's tomorrow and you still are frightened to the bone at the thought.

"-And I mean, yeah. Fine. We chose the taupe napkins but who the fuck is Aubrey to say anything, y'know? Like she knows her colors… Evil witch. I swear I don't know how she passed kindergarten!"

Leena's rant drifts through your ears like a soft breeze. You haven't been paying attention for a while, if you're being honest.

"Y/N? Are you listening to me?!" Leena gawks, grabbing her glass of champagne from Taehyung's hand.

Again, you're caught up in your own mind. You play every scenario of how tomorrow will be and they all seem to be terrible ideas.

What if you trip walking down the aisle?

What if your heel snaps on the way up?

What if your water breaks in front of two hundred people?

What if-

A small square of balsamic bruschetta appears in front of your face and your eyes narrow at the piece of bread.

You feel your soon-to-be husband's fingers pushing back some stray hairs behind your ear. "Food for thought?" he quips happily.

He has not had a frown on his face in what seems like forever. You adore it, you really do. But how can he not be nervous? Your heart is practically thrumming out of your chest.

"Open," he whispers.

Reluctantly, you open your mouth for the appetizer. When he leans in, you look back down at your lap.

"I can see your heart racing through the artery in your neck," he murmurs against your ear.

His hand squeezes your knee under the table reassuringly as he pulls away.

Yoongi wants to pry, he wants to ask you what's got you so in your own head but there are a few too many people here for that.

"Noona, you're an amazing cook." Jeongguk whines, grabbing another piece of steak off the platter.

"You're actually disgusting." Jimin breathes, wrinkling his nose at the youngest's third steak.

"I need my meat, that's how I win in the ring. Gets me all big and strong." Guk beams, cutting into the large t-bone.

"That's what she said!" Hoseok and Taehyung chirp at the same time.

You watch as they high five each other with child-like smiles plastered onto their faces.

"Are you tired? Do you want to call it a night?" your fiance inquires softly, turning his whole body towards you so the rest of the room can't hear him.

You would never want to take away from the festivities. It's just that your stupid anxiety is overwhelming. Looking over at your handsome partner, your fingers intertwine with his. He's quick to kiss the back of your hand, searching your eyes for some sort of hint as to why you're so down.

"No. I'm fine. I'm sorry." you reply, giving him a small smile.

His eyes narrow at your smile and he takes a sharp breath through his teeth in confusion.

"Al...right, if you say so." he says unsurely, running your intertwined hands over your belly.

"Y/N!" Leena whines from across the table and this time you give her your full attention.

You need to try and push this anxiousness elsewhere even for a little while. You will not be a horrible host.

"Yes Beena," you inquire, leaning your chin on your hand.

"Did you hear me? Did you hear what Kim Aubrey said about my wedding planning skills?!" she screeches.

You can only snort as all eyes around the table land on you. "I don't know why you indulge her. Isn't she the one that shit her pants in chemistry when she was fifteen?"

Yoongi laughs loudly, throwing his head back and placing his hand on his chest.

"Actually yeah, she sat two rows behind me!" Namjoon chimes in with wide eyes. His nose wrinkles at the sudden memory and you don't blame him as he pushes his plate away in a sudden state of queasiness.

"So I don't suck at wedding planning?" your best friend pouts across the long table to you.

"Absolutely not." you insist, winking at her.

"This wedding is going to be the biggest event of the entire year. Maybe even the biggest event of the next ten years." Anna, Jimin's wife cheers.

Oh.

Good.

Love that.

"Well, I think we just want people to have a good time. We aren't worried about what impact it will have." Yoongi says quickly, caressing his thumb over the back of your hand to calm you down.

He's not dumb. He's figured it out by now, but he'll still want to hear it from your lips later on.

"Yeah right. 'Min Yoongi and his artistically talented fiance WOW people with their show stopping matrimony' is gonna be on the cover of Dispatch in two days." Hoseok murmurs.

"Oh yeah? And you're gonna be the one giving them the hot scoop, then?" Namjoon jeers, pointing his index finger over the lip of his glass of brandy at the handsome man.

Hobi sneers in his direction and Yoongi can only respond with a chuckle.

"My fiance is pretty show stopping." the CEO surmises, leaning back in his chair.

"Please. I'm eating. Christ." Leena groans through a mouthful of pasta.

It is nice to have so many close friends around tonight though. You hope it can distract you long enough for the nervousness brewing and bubbling inside of you to subside.

When conversations begin to break up and become between smaller groups of people, you can feel his eyes on you like a heat source.

"Little dove?" Yoongi coos softly, rubbing your distended side.

You hum to him, turning to give him your full attention.

"Tomorrow is going to be beautiful and perfect." he promises, tilting your chin up with his index finger.

"No, I know. I'm just-"

"Worried." he finishes for you and he's not surprised to see your reluctant nod of agreement.

"I know. I'm nervous too." he admits, kissing your cheek.

"You've already gotten married before," you scoff, allowing his arm to curl around your shoulders.

"Actually I was black out drunk and can't remember a single thing because I was venomously angry with the dumb bitch that ruined my life before you." he replies with a wide smile.

"Oh. Good." you reply, rolling your eyes at his playfulness.

"So this is my first real wedding too. And even though I'm nervous, I'm excited. Because then when the wedding is over and we get to our honeymoon-"

"Uh uh." you gasp, smushing your finger to his lips.

He pouts against your finger, kissing it softly. "What?" he garbles against your digit.

"We have company." you whisper fiercely.

"Didn't stop you a few days ago when you sucked my cock beneath the desk upstairs while I was on a video meeting." he deadpans, pulling your hand away from his face.

"Yoongi!" you gasp, glancing over the table who hasn't heard a single thing.

You'd like to keep it that way.

"I can't wait to fuck your little pregnant cunt as you're Mrs. Min Yoongi." he beams, kissing your temple.

You can feel your cheeks flushing with embarrassment and you can only blame the man beside you for that one.

When you smack his chest out of shame, the noise echoes throughout the room, earning attention from all of the guests.

"Abuse is not nice, Y/N. Do you want to file a lawsuit, Yoongi?" Yoona quips, sticking her tongue out at you.

The CEO chuckles, squeezing your shoulder with glee. "No, she couldn't handle my lawyers." he bubbles.

"Oh yeah, you know you aren't supposed to sleep with each other tonight, right?" Leena inquires, moving her fork between the both of you.

The cackle Yoongi gives is loud and absurd, much like your best friend's comment. "I can't do anything to her she doesn't have proof of." he banters, pointing at your large belly.

Leena scoffs, pointing down at her plate. "Again. Eating. Gross." she enunciates, pouring herself another glass of expensive champagne.

Jimin's laugh rings throughout the dining room and Yoongi knows that he's the only person who could truly understand him in that moment.

"Why do people do that dumb tradition anyway?" Jeongguk asks, finally finishing his food.

"It actually comes from arranged marriages. When people didn't know who they were marrying." Yoona informs him.

"Fuck that luck shit. That's the saying, isn't it? 'It's bad luck to see the bride' or something like that." Hoseok breathes.

"I think I'm lucky," Yoongi, Namjoon and Jimin reply all at once.

Your best friend takes the opportunity to sneer at her boyfriend and you can't help but giggle at his hopeless expression. "You know I love you, baby." Taehyung coos, sliding his arm over her shoulders.

"Mhm." she drolls, rolling her eyes when both of you look at one another.

"What's for dessert?" Jeongguk asks pleasantly, tying his long black hair up into a ponytail.

"Are you serious? You're not full?" Namjoon gawks at the boxer.

"I was saving room for dessert!" he beams, looking over at you expectantly.

Jeongguk is sweet, sweeter than most younger men you've ever met. He feels something akin to a little brother to you at this point and it's wonderful to see that even if you're rich you can still have manners.

"I made just a simple cobbler, since the wedding cake tomorrow is going to be super heavy and rich." you announce.

Yoongi shoves his chair back, holding out his hand to help you up like the gentleman he is.

He watches you carefully sprinkle powdered sugar atop the dessert with warm eyes.

You don't know how difficult it's going to be walking up that aisle tomorrow, but you do know that your ankles are going to be on fire. They already are.

He picks up the ceramic dish for you, nodding to the chair for you to sit back down and your heart warms for what feels like the billionth time today.

He's such a special person.

"Yoongi is really cool these days, huh?" Jimin jeers, elbowing your fiance when he steps between him and Jeongguk to place the dessert onto the table.

"I've always been cool," he counters, nudging the younger man back

"Well…" Jeongguk and Taehyung droll at the same time.

"Whatever," the CEO breathes, rolling his eyes.

Your giggle seems to light up the room as well as Yoongi's heart. Slamming down in his chair beside you, he can't help the glee that courses through him.

He can't wait for tomorrow.

Climbing into bed, you let the mattress mold to your body and it feels like heaven to be finally laying down, your body certainly thanks you for it.

Yoongi leans against the wall, watching as you sigh happily. "I can just come to bed y'know? I don't need to stay up and hang out." he offers, padding towards you.

"No, that wouldn't be fair. It's your bachelor party. You should be able to play poker and drink." you reply, cupping your stomach.

His eyes drift over you and you can see how soft his expression is in the dim lighting. "You got out of your bachelorette party," he adds, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I have a reason. I'm pregnant." you deadpan, lifting your head to look at him.

"With my baby," he coos, stretching up the bed to lay down beside you.

"Don't get comfy." you warn him, running your fingers over his clothed chest.

"I'm not, I'll just stay until you fall asleep." he promises, kissing your forehead.

His hand drifts over your stomach and the tiny kick he feels makes his heart beat faster. "Hey, kid. How you doin' in there?" he whispers, running his thumb over the spot his son just hit.

You hum gently, letting your eyes flutter closed.

"I'm so tired but I'm so nervous." you announce in the quiet room.

Your fiance looks away from your belly to look over at you. "It's okay to be nervous, but don't let it supersede your happiness for tomorrow either."

You nod gently, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I just have so many scenarios going through my head."

"And none of them are nice, I'm sure." he replies, booping your nose with his index finger.

Scoffing in agreement, you bury your face into his sweet smelling neck.

"I can make you cum, it might make you sleepy," he offers.

"I can't return the favor though, I'm too tired. It'll be unfair," you whine.

When he clicks his teeth, you only hold him tighter to your body.

"I don't need you to 'return the favor' when you love someone as much as I love you, you'd do anything to see them comfortable." he replies, kissing the top of your head.

"They're waiting for you downstairs." you remind him.

"Let them wait. You come first," he breathes, running the tips of his fingers over your soft inner thighs.

You whine in disagreement but your body betrays you naturally. Your legs spread wider and your breath hitches, your lips softly suckle on the thin skin of his neck waiting patiently for what he will do next.

"Your skin is so soft," he whispers, tugging the seat of your panties to the side.

He pulls away from you just far enough to be able to see how well he pleases you and he's already aroused at the sight.

Your eyes are low with lust, bottom lip clamped between your teeth. Your nipples are stiff peaks, straining against the grey silk nightgown you adorn. He can see the grey fabric becoming darker with each passing second as you bead milk.

"God," he groans, parting your lower lips.

"Tomorrow when we fly to Japan, I'm gonna fuck you in every way you could possibly think of." he promises, running his middle finger through your arousal.

"H-How?" you inquire curiously, gasping when he taps the pad of his finger to your clit.

His lips part and his teeth clamp down on one of the cups of your nightgown before pulling down harshly.

You whimper at the chilly air that glides over your now exposed skin.

He lays soft, hot opened mouthed kisses to your nipple, watching your eyebrows furrow in pleasure.

"How am I going to fuck you?" he prods.

You nod fervently, capturing your index finger between your teeth.

"Well," he begins, drawing smooth, slow circles to your swelling clit, "I'll start on the red eye. I'll take you back to the bedroom and take off that pretty wedding dress you'll be wearing just for me."

"Daddy," you whimper, spreading your legs wider for more.

He hums in agreement, pulling off your underwear to free you completely before him.

"I'm gonna make sure the whole crew of my plane knows you're getting fucked by your husband. Gonna have you screaming my name while I fuck your tight little pussy with my thick cock." he avows, kissing over your shoulder.

His words send shivers up your spine and your toes curl with excitement.

"Fuck," you whimper, grinding your hips down onto his hand.

"Gonna hold your big belly in my hands while I fuck you from behind. Let your milk drip all over the sheets of the bed on the plane. You're gonna beg me to go harder, to fill your dirty pregnant cunt full of my cum. I'm gonna make you feel so good, you aren't even going to care that everyone can hear you calling me daddy."

Shoving two fingers inside of you, he skillfully taps the soft patch of nerves within you and your brain is already firing on all cylinders to cum for him. His thumb begins to press harder circles into your clit and when you cup your belly, his eyes roll back at the sight.

"Gonna get you to the secluded hotel and fuck you out on the balcony, in the bath tub, on the bed, anywhere I can get my hands on you. Because I need you wrapped around me. Always." he murmurs into your ear.

"Shit!" you cry out, letting your head loll back to the pillow.

"Good girl, little dove." he praises, unbuttoning his pants for relief.

The head of his cock peeks out from the lip of his briefs and you whimper at the pearl of precum that beads at the tip.

"You're so beautiful," he breathes, kissing from your collarbone to your pert nipple.

When he suckles softly, your hips lift at the erotocism. He moans at the taste of your milk and his hand ghosts over his hard cock.

"Daddy," you cry out, starting to shake from the overwhelming pleasure.

Sitting up on his knees, he shoves his pants down further. He parts your legs wider and he doesn't seem to care that all of his friends are waiting patiently for him downstairs.

His cock ruts between your folds and you're ever so close to cumming with every swipe the head of his cock brushes against your clit.

"So warm," he murmurs, purchasing his bottom lip between his teeth.

Your moans begin to get louder and he knows you're so close to releasing your pleasure.

"That's it baby, you're so close." Yoongi notices, running his hands over your stomach.

"O-Oh my God!" you cry out, grabbing his hands over your belly.

"I know, little dove. Feels good, huh?" he coos.

You're so obscenely wet, that even without him being inside you he's finding himself close to his own end.

It's just you in general, you overstimulate him in ways he can barely understand.

"Daddy, I'm gonna cum." you bleat, gripping his hands harder.

"Cum for me, little dove. I want to see your pretty face when you cum for me." he begs, rutting his hips harder against your core.

You do as told, cumming for him with white spotted eyes and loud sobs of pleasure.

"Good girl," he praises, pulling away from your weeping pussy.

He fists his cock in hand, dragging the swollen, leaking tip over your belly. "Such a pretty woman I have beneath me. Fuck," he curses, jerking his hand faster.

Even as tiredness begins to shroud you, you want him to orgasm too. "Daddy, cum all over my belly. Want to feel your warm cum."

He takes a sharp breath between his teeth, his eyes snapping to yours.

When you palm your breasts, his eyes immediately falter to them. You pinch your nipples purposefully, earning droplets of milk that stream slowly over your digits.

"Oh fuck!" he gasps loudly, pushing his hair out of his eyes.

"Want your cum so badly," you whimper, looking up at him with doe-like eyes.

"Yeah? You want me to cum all over your belly?" he prods, feeling his balls tightening.

You nod fervently, leaving your breasts to rub circles to your distended skin.

"Fuck!" he curses, squeezing his eyes shut as his orgasm courses through him. His cock throbs and stutters in his hand and you hum with satisfaction when you feel his warm cum land on your belly.

"God, you're too sexy for your own good." the father of your child jeers, sitting back on the heels of his feet.

You find yourself giving a tired giggle and your eyelids slowly begin to shield your eyes from view.

"Good girl." he whispers softly, hopping off the bed to clean your stomach.

When he comes back with a wet towel, he can see that you're already fast asleep. He's happy knowing that you'll be able to sleep even if it's only for a few hours.

He can understand your worries and your fears but he wants you to be able to enjoy your wedding too.

Kissing your forehead as he cleans your belly, he sighs softly. "My wife," he breathes, closing his eyes.

"I'll be back later, my love." he promises, tossing the rag back into the bathroom.

Yoongi covers your naked body with the comforter and his heart is thudding in the recesses of his chest with joy.

Just a few more hours and you'll be legally his.

"Remind me why we're playing poker the night before your wedding instead of going out?" Taehyung asks, throwing chips into the center of the green felted table.

"Because there's no pregnant strippers around these parts," Jimin jeers, picking up his beer.

Yoongi sneers at the younger man beside him, elbowing him almost out of embarrassment.

"What? If I could go see a pregnant strip show, believe me, I would."

"We know." everyone replies, rolling their eyes.

"Last time you had a bachelor party, man, that shit was fun." the hotel CEO recalls.

"You had fun." Yoongi reminds him, ashing his cigar.

"Also, aren't you completely smitten with Leena anyway? You want her to have your baby." Namjoon prods, placing his cards down on the table.

Taehyung smirks at his comment, leaning back into his chair and slinging his arm over the lip. "Oh, I'm very happy. She's everything I could possibly want." he affirms, smiling to himself.

"Then why do you want to go to a strip club?" Hoseok adds, throwing chips onto the table.

"Because I like tits. Jesus Christ, just crucify me why don't you!" Tae replies appalled.

Yoongi snorts loudly, clamping his teeth down on his cigar.

He wonders if you're okay, if you've woken up in the past few hours due to his son being so active.

His fingers flex uncomfortably and he's still surprised how much his life has changed in such a small amount of time. He's gone from being a violent, sadistic, narcissistic asshole to being a needy, loving and adoring man. And that's all thanks to you.

You've completely changed the pattern of his DNA and he could never appreciate you as much as you deserve.

"You excited for tomorrow, hyung?" Guk's voice pulls him from his thoughts and he smirks at the younger man.

"Very excited but very nervous." he admits to his group of friends.

"I remember the night of his other wedding. He was so fucking drunk he could barely stand up on his own." Jimin recalls with a laugh.

"I had to hold him up with my shoulder from behind so he didn’t fall backwards." Namjoon adds with a sharp laugh.

Yoongi smirks to himself, looking down at his pocket which holds his wallet. "Well, I'm just glad we don't have to have a repeat of that horrible day again."

"You got lucky dude, not many people find their soulmate when they were an asshole like you were." Hoseok says, pointing at the Kisung CEO.

His sneer is terrifying but probably only to himself as the other men laugh at Hobi's words.

"Y/N completely made him do a 180." Joon concurs.

"I like Y/N noona a lot. She fits in well and she's always optimistic and sweet. We needed someone like her in our lives." Guk beams and your soon-to-be husband seems to glow in their praise.

He loves hearing his friends talk so highly of you. He loves knowing that you're loved for being yourself, especially because you don't know it very often.

He can remember when he first met you, in the back of Seokjin's club. You were sweet and kind but a smart ass and cheeky at the same time. You intrigued him on so many levels and he can remember how badly he wanted to destroy you. But he never would have expected to fall in love with you as earnestly as he has.

And he wouldn't change it for anything in the universe.

"Leena has been putting in so much work for this wedding, you would think it's hers." Taehyung laughs, pulling Yoongi out of his reverie.

"And when are you getting married to her then?" the Kisung CEO inquires, ashing his cigar.

The question seems to stupify the handsome hotel owner, he stutters and shifts awkwardly in his seat trying to reply to the sudden question.

"Jesus, you broke him!" Jimin laughs, clapping his best friend on the back.

Taehyung's cheeks burn bright red and his hand immediately cups the back of his neck out of embarrassment. "I mean I bought a ring. I just haven't thought of anything romantic to y'know… ask her."

Beer goes flying out of Jimin's mouth and the sneer Yoongi gives makes him want to die on the spot.

"Jimin. You're paying for the new felt, you fucking animal." Yoongi gripes, watching Namjoon and Hoseok heartily laugh at the younger man.

"That'll be great! Leena noona is really nice!" Jeongguk cheers, hugging Taehyung happily.

"Thanks…" Tae breathes embarrassed.

Yoongi winks at him and he isn't surprised in the slightest, he knows just how smitten the man is with your best friend.

"Yoongi?"

The voice is gentle and tired.  In an instant he's burning out his cigar and waving the smoke away.

"Yeah, baby?" he calls to you, disregarding the others in the library.

"Just checking to see if you were all still here," you murmur, stepping into the library doorway.

You're beautiful in the dim glow of the library's lights and the smile that spreads over his face is heart shatteringly perfect.

"Still here." he beams, padding over to you.

"Okay." you bleat, rubbing your sleep hooded eyes.

"What're you doing up, my dove? You must be so tired." he inquires, pushing hair back behind your ear.

"I'm thirsty. Wanted water." you chirp, pressing your forehead into his chest.

"Okay. Get your water and I'll be up in a few minutes. Alright?" he promises, tipping your chin up with his index finger.

You hum in agreement, starting to yawn.

He chuckles at your sleepy state, kissing your forehead. He pats your backside for good measure before turning to his friends that are seated around the poker table.

"I think it's time to get some rest before the big day tomorrow."

The guys hum in agreement, tossing down their cards and standing up.

"Tomorrow's gonna be great, man. I'm really happy for you." Joon whispers, patting his shoulder as he heads out first.

Yoongi can only agree with a wide smile.

Tomorrow is the start to the rest of his life. And it's perfect, just like you.

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Hooked

Summary: Harry and Y/n meet again. This time spending more time together and getting to know each other. 

warnings/ disclaimers: Swearing, mentions of death, mentions of childbirth. 

Harry was out searching for a book. He had left Loralie with his mother for the day since he had some errands to run and it would be a busy day. He had finished all of his books and he was on the search for another, maybe even some extra ones for his classroom. He had stopped by his favorite coffee shop and ordered his favorite black coffee to start his day of errands, then he went to the market to get everything for dinner tonight- he thought he might as well get it out of the way since he hates grocery shopping.

Now he’s on the way to a bookstore, he didn’t want to order it on Amazon or just go to a big chain store so he did a quick google search and found a small book store a block down the road from the coffee shop he had gone to. He wanted to find the book burning in water, drowning in flame- his sister had recommended it to him and now he was itching to read it.

He made his way to the bookstore, it looked like a homey place just from the outside of the store. It was a rust colored brick with two sconces on either side of the top of the book shop, a rather tall building- possibly a flat at the top. Harry looks at the cacti peeking through the windows, little flower stickers to decorate.

Harry walks into the book shop, opening the door making the golden bell at the top of the door frame sound off. As soon as Harry steps in he notes the warm scent, it smells like the owner had been baking cookies. “Hello!” He hears a cheerful voice sing while he steps toward the poetry aisle in search of the book. “Is there anything I could help you with today?” He hears the voice again making him turn his head. To his surprise it’s Y/n, he’s been thinking about her. “Oh, hi.” He says bashfully, smiling and stepping over to the cashier counter she was behind.

Y/n smiles, continuing to add price tags on the back of her new shipment of books. She had started her little business officially a bit after she had gotten pregnant with Milo. Milo’s dad had left her after she broke the news to him, they were in their early twenty’s (Y/n being twenty one and him being twenty two) so it was understandable that he didn’t want children yet but the way he dealt with the situation was just dramatic and too much on Y/n. So she put everything into her little book shop, she took out a loan and bought this place, starting planning and putting her all into it, it wasn’t easy but it was worth it.

“Hi Harry.” She says, adding a book to the stack. Harry blushes at her tone again, she’s hard to read. “Um… do you happen to have burning in water, drowning in flame?” He asks, whirling around her display of different styles and colors of bookmarks. He is a twenty six year old man, why is acting like one of his students who thinks he’s handsome? Y/n laughs, nodding while she pulls her mug up to her lips- Harry thinks it’s hot chocolate (and he’s right). “It’s in poetry, first aisle, third shelf, second row.” She says, impressing Harry in how she has memorized every single spot of her book store.

Harry gives her a tight nod, walking over to the poetry section and looking for the book. “Is this your place?” Harry asks, making conversation while the rest of the store is dead silent.

“Yeah, me and Milo live in the flat upstairs.” Y/n admits. Harry’s ears perk up, she didn’t say anything about a partner. He walks back to the counter placing his book down, not handing it over to her yet. “When did you open this place?” He questions, looking around the shop. He sees some crystals, some candles- that both look up for sale and also her personal ones. It’s cute.

“After I got pregnant with Milo. Right after Xavier left me.” She says, leaving Harry wondering. “Xavier is…?” Y/n sighs, rolling her eyes a bit. It’s only their second time meeting and she’s already giving him her sob story. “He’s what would be Milo's father.” She says, picking at her bare nails. She doesn’t consider Xavier Milo's father, he’s never been there for him so he’s not a father. Harry’s lips form a tight line, “um, Loralies mum died… so… we’ve all got baggage.” He laughs, trying to cut the tension.

Loralies mum had died, she died during childbirth. She already had a particularly painful and rough pregnancy with Lora and that was just extremely unexpected, Harry just thanks his stars everyday that his little one is safe with him. “That’s awful, Harry. I‘m sorry.” Harry smiles at her, “it’s okay. I’ve got my Lora so I’m okay.” Y/n nods, smiling and grabbing the book from between his fingers. “She’s a sweet girl.” She compliments.

Harry nods, feeling a little cocky over how well he has raised his daughter. “Is this all for you?” She asks, pulling out a small brown bag with the logo and name on it- they are cute. “Yes please.” Harry politely says, making her laugh under her breath. “If this is your first time here? You get a free bookmark with every book you purchase if it is.” She says, nodding over to the bookmarks. Harry nods, looking through the bookmarks and picking a random Fleetwood Mac one- cute, he thinks. Y/n adds the bookmark to the bag, setting it infront of him. “13.22” she says, Harry fishing his wallet out.

“Are you doing a lot today?” He asks, motioning down to all the books stacked around her while he hands her a ten and four singles. She shrugs, “the usual.” Y/n says, handing him back his change. Harry thinks for a second, pausing his response making Y/n a little nervous. “I could help?” Harry offers, setting his coffee on the table. Y/n gives him a questionable look, sharpening one of her eyes at him. “You want to put tags on books and reorganize with me?” She asks, making Harry laugh. He nods, putting a bookmark back in its place “see, I’m already helping.” He says cheekily.

Y/n smiles, shaking her head. “I guess you can help.” She says.

Soon enough they are sat on the brown carpet, mountains of books around them. Y/n has a blanket wrapped around her and Harry has his legs stretched out. Y/n is tagging books while Harry is setting by the book shelf closest to them organizing. “I swear they put something in the water fountain at that school, the kids are always running and screaming around my classroom while I’m trying to talk about how Van Gogh cut off his own ear.” Harry says, making Y/n loudly giggle, thinking about how Milo probably gives him a horrible time on Wednesdays.

“You like working where Loralie is?” She asks, Harry of course nodding. Loralie is his baby, he loves knowing she’s just up the stairs- especially if she were to get sick or hurt he would be right there to take care of her. “Yeah, I wish I could always be with Milo but one of us has to make the money.” She jokes which makes Harry laugh.

“She always comes waddling into my classroom screaming for me- which disrupts the class but I don’t care.” He shrugs, his mind going back to Loralie. “Oh shit, I’ve got to pick her u-“

“Hi! How are you, baby!” Y/n cheers, Milo running toward her then crashing into her in a hug. Y/n’s friend Mikaela had babysat Milo for the day while Y/n tried to get as much work done as she could. Usually on the weekends (like today) Milo will be in the store with her… which tends to distract her. “Um, I’ve got to go but we should do this again? Maybe… over dinner?” Harry asks, Y/n’s face lighting up.

“Are you asking me on a date?” She teases, Harry blushing and nodding. Y/n laughs, slipping her phone from her pocket, “take my number and we can schedule that date you’re begging me for.” She teases.

Harry gets her number, thanking her for the book and letting him stay before he slips out. Now he’s got to get back to Loralie. But he’s got a date!

**

Later that night when Harry and Loralie are practicing her memorizing her ABCs his phone beeps. He ignores his at first, just expecting it to be a stupid text from his friend Mitch, but once he looks down he sees Y/n’s contact name. “Keep going, bug.” Harry says, grabbing his phone from the carpet while they set on the floor of the living room, unlocking his phone.

Hii, im free next Friday :) let me know if that works with your schedule!

Harry laughs at her cute little smiley faces, trying to think up a response that doesn’t make him sound a thousand years older than her. The tip of his tongue sticks out while he types back his response, his eyebrows knitted in concentration.

Hello! Friday works, how about 5:30? I can pick you up.

He lays his phone back down and helps Loralie with her letters, pulling her onto his lap. “D is for Daddy!” She cheers, making Harry smile, chuckling and kissing her round cheeks while she squeals. Harry hears his phone ding, grabbing it and reading the response, thanking god she answered. He thought his heart would explode out of his chest. It was beating so hard.

That sounds good ☺️ see you then!

Harry got her to say yes, but now he has to deal with the anxiety of actually going on the date. What should he wear, where should they go? Should he be opening the door and pulling out her chair or is that not in-in dating anymore? He hasn’t dated since Loralies mum and his baby is two years old now, it’s been quite a long time since he dipped his toe into trying to charm a woman. He just hopes he’s still got it.

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The day is here. Loralie is with her grandma so Harry can get ready for the date. He’s been panicking and running all around his little house. He showered and smothered himself in lotion and his best cologne- he wanted to smell nice for her. He was adding leave in conditioner to his hair (which he hardly remembers to do) to make it more silky and the curls look a bit prettier than they usually do- he doesn’t know much about hair, he just does what his sister tells him what his hairdresser tells him he should do.

He planned out an outfit, a pair of tan dress pants with a white tank top and a cardigan over it. He had thought over the outfit a bit too much, was it too casual for the date? Was the cardigan too much? He decided against his thoughts and layers some pearls on, sliding his rings on that were in a jewelry dish, placed in there before his shower. He takes a look in the mirror, readjust his cardigan before he gives himself a little nod. He feels good about this.

He makes his way over to Y/n flat, walking up the metal steps to her flat and knocking on the door. When she opens the door he notices just how amazing her home smells, just like her book shop. He needs to remember to ask her where she gets her candles. “Hi,” Harry smiles, looking his date up and down. She was dressed nicely. It was a sage green dress with spaghetti straps, it stopped a couple inches above her knee. Harry thought it was cute.

She paired it with gold jewelry and a black cross body bag. Dirty white vans to go along with it that added a child-like feel to the outfit. Harry thought that was cute too.

“Hi,” she smiles, glancing behind her. “You look nice.” Harry says, suddenly feeling hot. Y/n laughs under her breath, thanking him. “You look nice as well.” Harry smiles bashfully, looking down at his feet. “Thank you”

Y/n says her goodbyes to Milo, hugging and kissing him before thanking her friend again for watching him. It’s the same one from last week, Mikaela. They get into Harry’s car, a bit of awkward silent before Y/n breaks it, Harry stopping the tapping of his fingers along to the low radio once her voice interrupts it. “So, where are we going?” She asks, smoothing her dress out against her thighs.

Harry laughs, he’s not prepared for dates and for some reason he hadn’t thought about the most important part. “I’ll eat anywhere to be honest.” Y/n admits, looking through her window at all the different places.

Harry was looking around in a panic and he finally pulled something out of his ass that sounded good, especially on his teacher salary. “Olive Garden?” Harry says, trying to say it confidently but it definitely comes out as more of a question. Y/n’s eyes light up, she’s in the mood for bottomless salad and breadsticks. “That sounds heavenly.” And Harry is happy to hear that.

They walk into the busy restaurant, instantly getting escorted to a table. Harry is happy they didn’t have to wait- that would have just been embarrassing since he threw this together last minute. They sat in the booth, sliding in and getting comfortable. “So, how’s the bookstore?” Harry asks, pulling apart his breadstick. Y/n knocks her shoe with his under the table, she thinks it’s cute how bashfully he can get when just asking a simple question. “It’s good. How are your little art students?” Harry playfully rolls his eyes at her choice of words.

“It’s good. They are doing self portraits.” Y/n laughs, her eyes widening.

“How’s that going?” Harry laughs, shaking his head. “They look like shittier versions of Picasso’s paintings.” Y/n dramatically gasps through her laughs, “aren’t you supposed to worship the ground that man walks on? Why would you say that?” Harry rolls his eyes once again, chuckling at her. “I’m just behind honest!”

Their date goes on the same, they order their food, giggling while they eat and even getting into a little food fight with the leftover breadsticks. (They weren't being humble, they asked for another basket) They finished their food, “That was fun.” Y/n admits smiling. Harry nods, taking the check and opening his wallet. “Here,” y/n holds out her card, Harry shaking his head. “I’ll pay.” Harry shrugs her off, handing his card tucked in the black check book the waiter had brought over back to him before she can further protest.

Y/n scoffs, throwing another breadstick at him that he tried to catch but it’s too greasy. “Hey! I thought we had a truce?!” Harry questions her. She shakes her head, apparently swearing off the truce. Harry shrugs, thanking the waiter when he brings his card back along with their mints. “You better sleep with one eye open then.” Harry says, standing up and waiting for her. She laughs, standing up and pulling her bag over her shoulder. “I have a three year old, I basically sleep with them both open. You’re nothin’.” She says, Harry nodding his head in agreement. He knows just how she feels.

They drive back to her flat, Harry of course walking her to her door. “I had so much fun tonight.” Harry says, looking down before he looks up at Y/n. She smiles, blushing. She hasn’t dated since Xavier and she admired that to Harry tonight, they both admitted that they haven’t dated since their children’s parents so they felt a lot comfortable knowing they were both rusty.

“Me too, you’re a really sweet guy, Harry.” She says. She needs to remember to thank her forgetful little Milo for leaving his folder in Harry’s classroom. “Thanks for agreeing to go out with me. I was pretty nervous.” Harry admits a bit sheepishly. Harry is a bit giddy on the inside about them hitting it off so well, they were having the best conversation and at times they were getting extremely loud, probably annoying the people around them, but they didn’t care, they had fun. “Yeah, I was nervous as hell but I haven’t had this much fun in a while. Thanks for tonight.” Y/n smiles, leaning in for a kiss.

Harry’s eyes widen, but he still kisses her back. He hasn’t kissed anyone in so long he thought he had forgot how to for a second. His hands come up to cup her jaw, moving his lips with hers. “I’ll see you soon. Have a good night.” Y/n smiles, opening her door with red cheeks. Harry nods, a little flabbergasted. “Have a good night.” He says, trudging down her steps.

And now he’s hooked on her.

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⋆｡˚⁀➷ WRAPPED UP.

⤷ pairing. ceo!kuroo tetsuro x (female) secretary!reader

⤷ genre. fluff, smut, office au, friends with benefits au

⤷ warnings. swearing, taboo relationship, the use of princess as a nickname, possessiveness, messy sex, rough sex, begging, brief mentions of degradation, ass slapping, ass groping, teasing, (unexpected) sir kink, manhandling, dom!kuroo, sub!reader, power play, spitting, consumption of another person’s spit, lingerie, dirty talk, penetrative sex, sex without a condom (please be safe, kids), *unedited

⤷ note. this might be one of the dirtiest things i have EVER written... so i hope you enjoy! and of course, happy valentines day ♡

1.6k | what's a better valentine’s day gift for your boss than yourself?

the relationship you and kuroo have is a bit taboo. the secretary and the ceo. with the way you sway your hips with a little more emphasize when you leave his office, the way you laugh at all his jokes, the way your body dip downs (ass in the air looking absolutely perfect) to grab at fallen papers. of course, something was going to happen. you were practically betting on it. 

but of course, it takes two to start the devil’s conga line.

it was kuroo who wanted you to stay later than usual. only you and him in his big office space and yet he urged you to stay, big hands rubbing at the inside of your thighs. it was him who insisted on how sexy you looked in the middle of meetings; your hair neatly tucked behind your ears, lips pouted and a fire behind your eyes that would make any man weak. it was kuroo that guided you to his desk, smile bright and eyes glowing with mischief because he knows he’s got you right where he wants you. you can’t complain though, you want it too. 

he grabs at your waist turning you around so your thighs are firmly pressed against his desk. the lace you have on perfectly shapes your body. it presses at your delicate skin, digging and reaching into all the places kuroo wishes he could touch. he swears he could stare at you all day like this; bent over, dripping pussy on display just for him.

this was different though.

no matter how many times you walked in his office with your alluring eyes. kuroo prided himself on being professional. there was a natural attraction between the two of you, that much is obvious, but for the sake of his company, kuroo never made a move. the feeling of belittlement against you for ‘sleeping your way up’ would make him stay awake at night with guilt. however, tonight things were different. maybe it was the fact that this was your first valentines together or maybe fate just has a really niche sense of humor, but whatever the case; you’re still sopping wet and begging to be fucked.

his hands roam your body. he moves slowly, studying every curve and dip like you’re the latest from leonardo de vinci. ah yes, the redness from when i smacked her ass contrast perfectly to the color of her eyes. you’re beautiful. he desperately craves to say it but the words die on his tongue before he can speak. instead, he lets his actions talk.

“it’s too bad these have to go, princess.” a single finger traces your lace cladded entrance. the action alone has you whimpering. “i’ll buy you another set though.” you feel him shift from behind, body leaning down to press a chaste kiss to the small of your back. 

one of his hands snake up to your neck, yanking at the roots of your tresses. the force makes you gasp. a mixture of pain, shock, and pleasure rushes through you. your head whips back in an uncomfortable position, but you’re able to see kuroo’s perfectly sculptured face, so really you have no complaints. “how do you feel about red?” 

the sound of fabric ripping in half has you concern, at first. but kuroo tetsuro, for as long as you’ve known him has been a no bullshit kind of man. he teases and jokes but when it comes down to business, he’s a cutthroat beast. so it makes sense for him to move on as fast as he came.

there’s no time for you to wonder in astonishment at how he throws your (now useless) panties across his office. he’s already pulling out his cock and sinking into you until his body presses right against your back. naturally, your lips part into a pout that’s wrapped around a wanton moan. the stretch is sensational and the burn evens out the euphoria. he feels you up so well. you can feel his cock rub up against your walls, reaching spots within you that have never been touched by anyone else before. you understand now why your boss is no play and all business. when kuroo needs to, he’s not afraid to get down and dirty just like right now.

“this cunt was made for me.” is what he purrs into your ear. it’s embarrassing how much that affects you. the mere idea of being his has you clenching around his huge cock. his free hand rubs at your back, grabbing at the supple flesh on your ass. you can feel his nails dig into you, the coldness from his rings slightly soothing the pain.

“this ass was made for me too.” and to further cement his claim, he delivers a particularly hard thrust at the same time he smacks at your cheeks. the movement makes you fly forward, papers and other (probably very important things) slide off the top of his desk, but you don’t have time to care. not when the man of your dreams is fucking you so good. you’ll worry about the crumpled up project approval papers later. 

“god, and that mouth.” he shifts to the side. the pressure on your head heightens while he pulls at your ends. your neck feels stiff and his thrust begin to shallow. his ring cladded fingers draw at your jaw, thumb playing with the entrance of your mouth. 

“this pretty little mouth.” his lips brush against your own. his breath fans across your face. he’s so close to kissing you in fact if you moved just an inch closer you would– a fat glob of spit cuts you off. the sudden action made you flinch at first but kuroo made it very clear you could tell him to stop at anytime. his saliva comes down from his long tongue and slots within your mouth perfectly. 

he clamps your jaw shut and you have no choice but to swallow him whole. “good girl, just like that.” he coaxes you while petting at your crown. when you finally open your mouth and all of him is gone, kuroo swears he could cum right then and there. 

“you’re so fucking sexy. holy shit.” his shallow thrust began to get more punctuated now. you can’t hear anything besides the slapping of skin-on-skin contact. you don’t hear kuroo’s phone ringing for the third time. you don’t hear the bustling street life just below tetsuro’s flamboyant row of glass windows. all you can focus on is the intense pleasure that pumps through your veins. it makes you see stars with every thrust, makes your legs shake with every murmur of pretty girl. the white hot coil within you is thinning. it’s about to snap, you can feel it.

“te– tetsuro, please?”

“please, what, princess?” his voice is strained. he’s close too. 

“please, can i come, sir?”

he can’t believe it. he must have died in the middle of the day and ended up in some kind of sex heaven with you as the starring role (not that he’s complaining). he has the a fantastic view of your ass bouncing, you swallow him down like the pretty slut you are, and you respond perfectly with every little touch, every little action. you’re perfect is what he concludes.

“fuck, yes.” his fingers dig into your sides. his grip is like a vice on your skin as he shoves himself deeper within you. “cum for me, princess.” 

you feel his dick twitch and seconds later he’s cummings with a shaky sigh. you’re finally able to let go, you come at around the same time, milking his cock for every last drop. kuroo takes it upon himself to fuck you through your orgasm, a little slower this time, but it still has you breaking down. 

he remembers the way you sauntered into his office, skirt a little too short and eyes practically begging for him. you must have known something was going to happen. there’s no way you just wear pretty pink lace to your everyday job. no, today was a special day for you and apparently for him too. when things finally get too much, kuroo tucks his softened cock back into his pants.

you’re hair is messy. it’s matted from all the sweat and tangled from all the times kuroo raked through your locks and pulled. your chest rises and falls quickly and your eyes are closed trying to concentrate. the blissful veil of sex is finally settling and yet you still look as gorgeous as ever. he’s left there staring at you like you’re the only thing that matters to him. like he wouldn’t mind waking up everyday to your face weather you’re smiling up at him or snoring up a storm. 

when you shift to hop of the desk is when he finally makes a move. he grabs onto your waist, trying his hardest to steady himself so you’re able to balance too. your feet hit the floor and your legs feel like they’re gonna give out at any moment. they wobble under your weight. you can’t help but laugh. it’s a sweet, melodious tone that’s a little scratchy from your... previous actions, but still, he thinks it fits.

“what’s gotten you so giggly?” he guides you to one of his plush office chairs. as you walk, your body remains flesh against his.

“i just–,” your hues lock onto kuroo’s dark ones. “i wouldn’t mind if we did this again, yanno?” 

he smiles down at you watching while you readjust your skirt back over your legs. you bend forward with you’re ass in the air. you must be doing it on purpose, he knows with the way you comically wiggle your hips. and he nods, “yes, i wouldn’t mind that either.”

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