#and they told a story how they held hands under the table at a party when people around them were drunk

[xinyuehui]

Meng Ziyi (ENFP) & Li Xueqin (INFP)

The kiss in Wonderland S2:

[thef1diary]

Little Big Fan | Twelve

— Little Big Relationships

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wc: 2.1k

"Max? Isabella?" You called out as you entered your home, hearing nothing but silence in return.

As you continued walking inside, you heard some giggles coming from Isabella's room that were muffled because the door was closed.

Knocking once, you opened the door and were faced with an intriguing scene. They were sitting on a kiddy table, which was the perfect size for Isabella but too little for Max; however, he compromised by sitting half on the chair and half kneeling on the floor.

"Hold it like this, Maxy, your pinky has to point out," Isabella instructed while demonstrating it herself. You slapped your palm over your mouth to muffle a chuckle when you noticed the little teacups in their hands as Isabella attempted to teach Max how to act at a tea party.

"C'mon Maxy, stick your pinky out," you joked, instantly catching their attention. Isabella beamed at you, "mama, look," she gestured to the little setup they had going on. Max, however, froze in place but after a moment a small smile grew on his face as he purposely pointed his pinky outwards with an exaggerated motion.

"Join us, mama," Isabella suggested or more so instructed. You obliged, pulling the little chair closer to your daughter and pressing a quick kiss to her cheek before taking the teacup she held out for you.

"Did you know that Maxy has two cats, mama?" Isabella asked, a glimmer shining in her eyes at her words. Your daughter had always wanted a cat, but because the responsibility would be too much for her, you always refused or advised her to at least wait until she was older.

Nodding along, you looked at Max who had showed you many pictures of Jimmy and Sassy. "Yeah, when we go over to Max's house, we can see them okay?" You proposed, and Isabella glanced at Max for an answer, to which he replied, "Of course!"

While Isabella poured more pretend tea in your cup, your gaze met Max's, filled with a tad bit of vulnerability that neither of you no longer feared to share.

Max has spent the majority of his time in Monaco, or at least he used to, because he has been spending more time with you and Isabella in your home that he would normally spend in his apartment across the world. He'd rather have you than an empty apartment with no hesitation. But lately, he's been picturing his apartment filled with the sounds of your daughter's laughter as the three of you make a mess in the kitchen while attempting to bake.

He wasn't opposed to it at all, and a part of him knew that you would love the suggestion as well. However, your relationship with him is kept under wraps, with the only person you've told is your best friend. You don't necessarily want to keep it a secret, but the reason you are is quite obvious; your daughter.

Although Isabella has suspicions of Max's involvement in your day to day lives, she hasn't openly questioned it yet. The reality is, you don't know how to tell her you're in a relationship with Max since you're not sure how she'll react. A part of you believes it will elicit a positive response, but another half wonders if she would object to it.

You pushed your thoughts away to the back of your mind once Max broke eye contact with you since your daughter nudged him. Gesturing for him to come closer, Isabella whispered in his ear and you watched with a slight tilt of your head and a smile threatening to grow on your face.

Max nodded to her words, and Isabella looked at you with a smile she only uses when she wants something. "Mama?" she started.

"Yes, angel?" She glanced at Max for reassurance and when he nodded again, she spoke, "can Maxy stay over?"

You were taken aback by her words, especially with the thoughts that were running through your mind. "You mean a sleepover?"

Isabella nodded, "yes! We'll have so much fun, mama. We can play games, eat snacks, oh and I want Maxy to read my bedtime story to me too." You smiled as she listed out everything she wanted to do, knowing that she had already planned it earlier so it would be easier to convince you. However, she had no idea that you weren't opposed to the idea at all and needed no such convincing.

She looked at you with anticipation, her smile only growing wider when you nodded. "We can have a sleepover with Max."

She cheered, throwing her arms up and then wrapping them around Max. "Oh wait, I forgot something," she left the room in a hurry, leaving you and Max in confusion.

Max took that opportunity to lean over the table and press a kiss to your cheek. You threaded your fingers through his hair, resting it on the back of his head to pull him in for a proper kiss.

"How did it go?" He asked once he leaned back into the chair, almost falling backwards due to his weight. "I think I made a friend."

After your nap with Max yesterday, you awoke to a text from Emma asking if you wanted to meet for coffee. You decided to go after discussing with Max regarding the pros and cons of what could happen. The only drawback was that Emma was Tyler's girlfriend; otherwise, you wouldn't have any doubts about meeting her.

However, your decision to go meant you would have to leave Isabella in Max's care for a few hours. The only issue you faced was that if you didn't want your ex's partner to babysit your daughter, you shouldn't let your own boyfriend babysit Isabella either. It would be unfair to both of them.

Max, being Max, went right to Isabella and asked if she was comfortable with staying with him for a few hours, which she easily agreed to. He then gave you a smile that only meant one thing, "problem solved."

—

"The last time we met wasn't under the right circumstances, so I figured we should redo it," Emma stated as you sat down with your coffee at one of the few empty tables amid the many occupied ones.

"I agree. Also, I don't think I'll be able to thank you enough for what you did for my daughter that night." Emma shook her head, "no worries, I would do it all over again in a heartbeat," she said before adding, "not that I want her to have another allergic reaction."

The initial awkwardness of this friendly meeting stemmed from the individual who was the reason for the introduction between you two. However, the conversation evolved significantly after that.

"Oh, I have to ask, that guy you with at the hospital, are you dating him?" Emma asked, and you nodded. "We actually weren't dating then, but we are now."

She nodded along and just smiled while looking at you. Tilting your head, you asked, "why?"

"Nothing, it's just that it looked like you were together then, based on his actions and how worried he was for both you and Isabella," she explained, causing a slight blush to dust your cheeks. Max was always kind to you from the minute you met him, but learning that someone else had observed your relationship was slightly surprising.

"It's still new, I guess we're just figuring it out as we go, especially with Isabella around," you admitted openly, seeing no reason to hold back from her. You were cautious about Emma before seeing her today, but you realized there was no reason to be. She would easily become a good friend, and the fact that you knew her through Tyler would no longer matter.

"She doesn't know?" Emma inquired and hummed when you shook your head. "I don't mean to intrude, but how did you and Tyler tell her?" You asked, wanting some pointers on what to do, or even what you shouldn't do.

She scoffs, "it was probably the worst way ever, just casually dropping it in a conversation, good riddance though."

You had to hold back from wincing however you don't think you did a good job based on her reaction. "Yeah, it was odd, don't do that."

"Good riddance?" You asked, unsure of what she meant. "I broke up with him," she stated bluntly, taking you aback. "Oh." For a moment you were speechless, mainly to gauge Emma's reaction on the situation before you decide on saying anything.

She sighed, "you don't have to worry about saying the wrong thing, it was a long time coming."

You wanted to know more details, not because he was your ex and now hers too, but because Emma was now a friend. Without having to utter a word, she began to explain the reason.

"I was skeptical about dating him at first when he told me about Isabella, because I initially thought that his time and attention would be split between us," she started, and you nodded along.

"But, I didn't think that he wouldn't give either of us any time at all. He wasn't always like that, I wouldn't have fallen for him otherwise but he became too consumed in work."

"Arguments were inevitable, but I didn't think it would happen that often. Sometimes I would find Isabella sitting in her room with her eyes closed and hands covering her ears because of his words. That's when I realized that he wasn't worth my love and time, or even his daughter's," she finished and your heart hurt with the image of how Isabella used to spend so many of her days and nights at Tyler's house.

"I hope Isabella doesn't stay over at his anymore," Emma stated, but you quickly shook your head. "No, she hasn't stayed over after the allergy incident, plus she's said it herself that she doesn't want to anymore."

"Anyways, he is your ex for a reason and now he's also my ex, so here's to finding better men who are worth our time," Emma proposed, holding up her half empty coffee cup as if it were an alcoholic drink and you chuckled while agreeing with her.

"I think I already found mine," you shyly admitted. "And I am very happy for you!"

"I just don't know how to tell Bella about it," you stated, and she held up a finger to tell you to hold on as she quickly sipped on her drink. "Does he come around often?" Emma asked.

“Very often,” you chuckled. “And does she like having him around?” You thought about it for a second, recalling the latest moments you've shared together. "She does get very excited about it, never complained about having him around."

"Then you have nothing to worry about, as long as you sit down and explain it to her, I think she'll be fine. After all, she is your daughter, very kind and understanding," Emma concluded.

—

“So you want to tell Isabella?” Max asked after you gave him a summary of your conversations with Emma. You shrugged, “what do you think?”

“I’m okay with anything you choose to do, baby, we can wait or we can tell her now,” he stated. “I don’t want her to find out from someone else, especially since we’re going to the next race,” you reasoned.

Max’s eyes lit up, “you’re coming?” Chuckling, you nodded, “my boyfriend’s racing, I think I should be there to support him.”

Max didn’t hesitate to scoot his chair over towards you, “plus, there’s a chance that I might win my third championship at that race,” he added. Your jaw dropped, “what? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“Well, I didn’t want it to pressure you into travelling if you didn’t want to but I’m very glad you’re going to be there with me,” he pressed a quick kiss against your lips. “Max, have I told you how sweet you are?”

He hummed, “I think I can hear it again.”

Before you could utter a word, Isabella entered the room again, this time with a frown on her face. Max leaned away from you, trying to subtly move back.

“Angel, where did you go?” You asked, and invited her to sit in your lap which she easily agreed to.

“I went to find my teddy, but I think I left it at daddy’s,” she meekly responded. “Aw, it’s okay, we’ll get him back soon,” you suggested while brushing her hair out of her face with your fingers.

“But Mr. Bear will miss my tea party, mama, and he never missed it before,” she stressed. “We can host as many tea parties as you want when we find him,” Max suggested.

Isabella still had a frown on her face but she agreed with a small nod.

You glanced at Max, and with his reassurance, you began an important conversation with your daughter that could possibly change the trajectory of your relationship with Max.

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[bumblesimagines]

but what if you're the one for me?

when were you going to tell me you were seeing someone? i thought i was the first person you told about that stuff.

- Cassie Howard

but what if you're the one for me?

when were you going to tell me you were seeing someone? i thought i was the first person you told about that stuff.

Pronouns: He/Him/His

Gathering the multiple party-sized bags into your arms, you peered over the top of them as you followed Lexi out of the kitchen and into the living room where the girls had gathered around. From the flush on Cassie's cheek and the way Maddy and Kat giggled, Suze must've told a helluva story. Lexi carefully balanced the small cups of dippings with one arm and began setting them down on the coffee table alongside the scattered candy wrappers and beer cans.

"Finally," Maddy groaned, wiping her lips free of beer and reaching for one of the tortilla chip bags you held. She ripped it open and dug inside, pulling two chips free and eagerly dipping them into the guacamole. She did a blissful shimmy when she munched on the chips and happily went in for more chips. 

"So, (Y/N)," Kat began with a wicked grin, her eyes watching you set the rest of the bags down on the table. You glanced at her questionably and settled down nicely beside Cassie, already feeling ganged up on from the way Maddy and BB turned to Kat expectantly. She took her time, sipping on her beer and taking a bite out of a chip before continuing. "I heard that you and Tammy Lewis were getting a little cozy at the movies last Sunday."

"What?!" Maddy nearly shrieked with a mouthful of chips, her head whipping around to look at you with wide eyes. "You dick! Why didn't you tell us?"

The guys at school who constantly badgered you with questions as to how you could've possibly managed to land a spot in a friend group consisting of the prettiest popular cheerleaders in school had no clue the type of torture you'd been under since 6th grade.

It'd all started one fateful afternoon during lunchtime when the snotty boy in front of you had made fun of Kat and tried to flee before Maddy could lay into him. It'd been instinctive how you stuck your leg out and sent him toppling to the floor. The humiliation of not only falling in front of half the school combined with getting a bloody nose had made the boy cry and you'd been given a couple days of suspension. When you returned afterward, you'd been formally invited to sit with the girls at lunch by none other than Madeleine Perez. 

From then on, the girls kept you around and you were quickly dubbed the luckiest guy in school, even if you viewed all the girls as sisters and they treated you like a baby brother they liked dressing up and cooing over. But along with the territory of brother, came the gossip, drama, and the fact every single person you vaguely showed interest in had to be approved by the council.

"It's not serious, Mads, I swear. It's just.... dating. We're not together." 

"Not yet." BB cooed, exhaling a breath of smoke and snickering when you groaned.

"Tammy Lewis," Maddy murmured and leaned back into the cushion of the couch with squinted eyes. "She's pretty, I guess."

"She's failing English," Kat added, "Like kindergarten reading comprehension type of failing."

"I think she's sweet." Lexi piped in, cradling a cola can in her hands and shrugging her shoulders. 

"It's not serious," You groaned again. "I would've told you guys if it were, I swear! It was just one date and nothing happened." 

Maddy squinted again. "Nothing? Not even a little kiss?"

"Maybe... maybe like one kiss-"

"And you didn't tell us?!" Maddy shrieked again and grabbed a pillow, tossing it over the coffee table and hitting you square in the chest. Unnaturally quiet Cassie laughed, albeit forced and slightly awkward, and retrieved the pillow before it could go tumbling to the floor. You glanced at the blonde, finally noting her lack of input but decided to leave it for later rather than put her on the spot. 

The rest of the night had been the same as others, with a couple movies put on the TV until the girls ultimately passed out either on the floor or the couch. Suze ensured everyone had blankets and pillows as she called up the parents to alert them their kids would be staying over before she retreated upstairs to her bedroom with one last glass of wine in hand.

You'd been curled up on the end of the couch on the brink of dozing off until the feeling of someone slipping by startled you awake and you caught Cassie slipping into the kitchen. You yawned and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, tugging the blanket over your shoulders and shuffling after her into the kitchen. 

"Oh, hey," She greeted quietly, taking a water bottle out of the fridge and drinking from it. 

"You okay?" You questioned and leaned against one of the counters, trying to fight the exhaustion from clouding your brain. Cassie brushed some loose strands of hair back and took another sip of water, the look on her face conflicted. Cassie confided in you all the time, whether about guys or her mother, so her hesitation seemed odd. 

"When were you going to tell me you were seeing someone?" She asked quietly, running her finger over the rim of the bottle. "I thought I was the first person you told about that stuff."

"You've got a lot on your plate already, Cass. I thought it'd be better to let you recover from... everything." Your eyes flickered down to her belly. She'd hardly been able to tell the girls about it when she found out, seeing as Maddy and Kat had gotten into it and angered each other that day. McKay had known, of course he had, but he hadn't been the one she called when the procedure had been over and done with. 

"I... I'm fine, (Y/N). I'm past it. I'm past McKay. He didn't make me feel... special or loved or.. beautiful. I know that's how love is supposed to make you feel. It- It shouldn't make you feel like shit." Cassie said, setting the bottle aside and turning to face you. Her eyes softened and then began to glisten with tears. You frowned and moved the blanket from your shoulders, taking a step closer and wrapping it around her instead. "He wasn't the one for me... but what if you're the one for me?"

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: Family Drama

( Please come see me on my new patreon and support me for early access to stories and personal story requests :D https://www.patreon.com/NiqhtLord Every bit helps)

To Abarxsis one’s family was something sacred and meant to be treasured. It contained those who were with you from the first moments of your age and would join you along your journey through time longer than any friend or colleague could. It was a feeling he held onto greatly and shaped the foundation of who he was. It was a trait he was glad to see shared amongst many humans as they too sought out family to such an extreme that they would pack bond with anyone or anything to obtain that sense of unity. Yet it was with some great surprise that when he inquired about his human lovers’ family they would refuse to even mention them.

 Whenever the topic of family was brought up their mood would shift like a switch had been flipped and all the joy and expression of them would bleed away and be replaced with a cold chill. Abarxsis learned that it was unwise to bring up the topic, but he still could not let it go until he knew why they were so against their own kin.

One night, Abarxsis was watching human entertainment while his lover slept and saw a strange situation unfold. The protagonist, like his lover, also was estranged from their family and refused to meet them. So the other characters surprised them by inviting their family over without telling them so the two parties could reunite and make peace once more.

This notion of restoring unity gave Abarxsis the idea that he could do the same for his lover and so he set out to track them down himself. It took several months of messages and follow ups until finally he had tracked down their family. When he mentioned that he wished for them to reunite they were thrilled at the prospect and agreed to meet them for dinner.

The day finally came and Abarxsis had taken his lover out under the pretext of a romantic dinner. When the pair arrived the rest of the family was already waiting at the table. They stood and smiled as the pair approached and extended hands of friendship, but Abarxsis noticed his lover had remained frozen at the doorway.

A myriad of emotions went across their face as their eyes focused on the family. Their hands tightened into fists as they looked slowly from the table to Abarxsis, who was still smiling, and glared at him.

“You did this?” she asked through clenched teeth.

The smile quickly fell away from Abarxsis’s face as he realized something was very much wrong.

“Abarxsis did.” He confirmed. “Abarxsis saw how talking of family upset Kelly, so Abarxsis-“

Kelly turned and left the room without hearing out the rest of his reasoning. He turned back and saw Kelly’s family looking confused and went after his lover. She stood out in front of the restaurant pulling out her communicator to summon a hover cab.

“What is wrong?” Abarxsis asked as he came up behind her. Kelly’s head turned to him to see it now awash with rage and anger….and betrayal, much to Abarxsis’s surprise.

“I told you I didn’t want to talk about my family.” Kelly began, her fists still clenched tight. “I had made it perfectly clear that I had no desire to speak with them, or speak of them, or even be near them from the moment we met.”

“Abarxsis know’s this-“  Abarxsis began but Kelly held up a hand to forestall him.

“You don’t speak,” she remarked harshly, “just stand there and listen because I am about to be as fucking direct as I can possibly be.”

Kelly only swore to Abarxsis when she was truly angry so Abarxsis remained silent as she continued.

“My family……”,she stopped and collected her thoughts for a moment as if a torrent of words wished to flow all at the same time from her mouth, “are nothing but parasites; and I have not wanted them near them since the day I left their hellhole of a home.”

“They have leached off me financially, mentally, and emotionally all my life. I was the only one to hold a stable job and they expected me to pay for them while they sat around and did nothing. I was the one they came to when they were dumped by their lovers after they found out they were cheating on them. And when I told them I wanted no more part in their problems they berated me by telling me without them I would not even be here so “it was the least you can do to be grateful”.”

Abarxsis had seen his lover angry before but this was something else. This was not just simple disdain or annoyance; this was a deep rooted hatred that ran through the core of Kelly’s being.

“I left,” she continued, “because it was the only way I could be free from their toxicity and now, despite me telling you otherwise, you have brought that toxicity back to me.”

“But..” Abarxsis spoke unsurely, “they are still Kelly’s family.”

“You were my new family.” Kelly laughed without joy and fixed him with a cold stare. “They stopped being my family the day I left them.”

A hover car slowly pulled up and the door popped open for Kelly. She started to enter when the rest of the family came out and started calling out to her.  Abarxsis watched Kelly look back at him and see her expression now one of disappointment and sorrow, before she entered the hover car and closed the door behind her.

The hover car pulled away as the family came up and began calling out Kelly’s name while shouting recent needs for money or how disappointed they were that she hadn’t spoken to them in so long. Once the hover car was out of sight the family then turned on Abarxsis making the same demands. Abarxsis looked at them with confusion as this was not what a family should be. The love and support he had felt from his was nowhere within the eyes of Kelly’s former family.

Abarxsis came to understand why Kelly did what she did and realized that despite their constant need to pack bonding and need for family, the human concept of family was something not as simple to define.  

[lemoncrushh]

Slave 4 U 2

Summary: Harry is ready to take you home for a little role play.

Warnings: light role play (soft dom!harry, handcuffs, collar), oral, smut. 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1901

A/N: This was a sequel from 2016 to a blurb I'd written in 2015 (which got deleted), but part 1 is not needed for part 2. It was an early attempt of mine at a dom/sub fic. Obviously, the title comes from the Britney Spears song.

You slid into the back seat next to Harry, prepared to head to this club for someone's birthday party. Whose was it again? You'd already forgotten. But it didn't matter anyway. Harry had already assured you that you wouldn't be staying that long. These things were usually just for show, some other celebrity's shindig to make an appearance at, shake hands, have a couple drinks and leave.

"Just an hour or two, babe, alright?" Harry patted your knee as the car pulled up in front of the club.

You gave him a soft smile and a nod before climbing out after him, taking his offered hand. You held on to it as you both walked through the entrance, heading straight toward the back of the club where the party was being held. Your eyes scanning the crowd, you recognized a handful of people, immediately jogging your memory as to whose birthday it was. After greeting the birthday girl, a cocktail waitress took your drink orders and you and Harry found a plush green sofa and sat down.

The party seemed to be a hit, and before you knew it, you were feeling tipsy, not to mention a bit horny. The room boomed with a mixture of current club tracks and vintage 80s tunes, the vibration hitting you even through the cushion beneath you. Uncrossing your legs, you leaned forward to place your empty glass on the small table in front of you. Leaning back, you could feel Harry's eyes on you.

"What?" you smirked, acknowledging the look on his face.

Harry licked his lips, scooting closer to you, his arm on the back of the sofa.

"I forgot to tell you how beautiful you look tonight," he grinned.

"No you didn't," you batted your lashes. "You told me twice. But thanks again."

A low chuckle sounding from his chest, he leaned in to whisper in your ear.

"You know what I was thinking about?"

You raised a brow in question.

"That night I got to tie you up and fuck you," he groaned, his mouth on your earlobe, sending shivers throughout your body. "Do you remember?"

How could you forget? Although it wasn't the last time you'd had sex, it was the last and only time you'd been submissive, asking him to experiment in a little role play. It had been nearly four months ago, but the memory was still burned in your brain. It wasn't that you hadn't wanted to do it again. It just hadn't been brought up. And lately, if you were being honest, by the time you got to the bedroom, you were already so turned on and ready to have him inside you, that you didn't want to drag props and a story into it.

"Of course I do," you whispered back.

"I wanna do it again," claimed Harry, his lips dragging down your jaw and his hand finding the hem of your skirt against your thigh.

"Really? When?" you asked.

"Tonight. Right now."

You giggled nervously. "Now? Are you saying you're ready to go?"

"In a min-"

Harry was interrupted then by a loud cheer from a handful of friends that had gathered around the birthday girl. You watched as they sang Happy Birthday to her, followed by tequila shots taken by all. You were about to clap along until you felt Harry's fingers brush the inside of your thigh, just under your skirt. Turning your head to look at him, you saw the desire in his eyes, even in the dimly lit room. His usual easy-going grin was gone, replaced by almost a frown.

Your eyelids began to flutter as his hand roamed up and down your thigh, until it was nearly to your panty line. His gaze did not falter, however, as he stayed focused on your face, apparently trying to see how far he could go, and how much you could stand before breaking.

"Harry," you finally said, grabbing his wrist.

You could have sworn you saw his jaw clench as he removed his hand and stood.

"Let's go," he commanded.

"Um...okay," you blinked and rose from the sofa. "But shouldn't we say good-"

"No, let's go," Harry insisted, grabbing your arm and guiding you to the exit.

The car ride home was almost uncomfortable, the sexual tension between you thick. Harry returned his hand to your thigh, just below the hem of your skirt, though he never tried to move it. Your leg almost twitched with anticipation, wanting him to touch you desperately. You looked up at him, trying to read his expression, but the same hard look remained. Finally, you broke the silence, unable to take it any longer.

"I'm so fucking turned on right now," you breathed.

The familiar low chuckle rumbled in Harry's chest as his lips cocked a smirk, the signature dimple dipping in his cheek.

"Good," was all he said.

You followed Harry into the house, watching him as he pressed the security code in the keypad and then turned to you.

"C'mon," he grabbed your hand again, leading you upstairs.

You grinned when you saw him immediately reach for the top drawer of the night stand where you'd kept the scarves, handcuffs and collar.

"Put that on," he instructed, tossing the collar on the bed. "And only that."

"Hm, okay," you tried not to laugh.

Harry turned to glare at you, one eyebrow raised. "Leave your shoes on."

Biting your lip, you obliged, slowly taking off your top and skirt. The way Harry was staring at you, told you that he enjoyed it, and hand no intentions of getting undressed himself until you'd done so. Standing in your bra and panties, you waited for him to make a move, but the only thing he did was cross his arms.

"All of it, I said."

Sucking in your lips, your reached behind you and unhooked your bra, letting it fall on the floor. Then you stepped out of your panties, careful not to tangle them in your heels. Reaching for the collar, you felt yourself get wet, already eager for Harry's touch. Once it was fastened, he surprised you by stepping closer, his hand on the back of the collar and pulling you towards him in a deep kiss. His tongue swept against yours before he captured your bottom lip, sucking hard. You felt his other hand snake around your waist and grab your bum, giving it a squeeze. Then it slid between you, his fingers quickly finding your clit. Just before a moan escaped your throat, however, he backed away, leaving you wanting more.

"Not yet, love," Harry teased. "You have to earn it. But I love how wet you are for me."

You opened your mouth to protest when he lifted a finger to his lips.

"Shhh. Undress me."

Your eyes widened. "What?"

"You heard me. Take off my clothes."

You couldn't help but grin, delighted that Harry was eagerly partaking in the role play. Besides, you had no qualms about undressing him. You did it with pleasure.

Unbuttoning his shirt, you spread your palms across his tattooed chest and down his torso. Harry's eyelids fluttered as your fingernails ghosted his skin before tossing his shirt aside. When you unbuckled his belt and fumbled with the button of his jeans, you popped them open, quickly pushing them down over his hips. Once they were down, you lowered yourself onto your knees, shaking your head at yourself that you still had to take off his boots.

Harry remained silent through it all, watching every move you made. His pants and shoes finally off, you reached up for the waistband of his boxers. As soon as you pulled them down and his erection sprang free, you felt his hand on the back of your head.

"Put it in your mouth," he demanded.

Gazing up at him, you didn't question him. Licking your lips, you grabbed the base of his shaft. Then opening your mouth, you guided him inside, wetting the head with your tongue. You heard Harry sigh as you enveloped his cock with your lips, gently sucking at first, then speeding up and adding more pressure.

"Ah shit, that feels good," Harry groaned.

You hummed against him as his breaths quickened.

"You're so fucking good at that," he cried.

You moved faster, taking him deeper into your mouth, as far as you could. Harry's moans got louder as he bucked against you, until suddenly he told you to stop.

"Get up," he said.

Rising to your feet, you waited for your next instructions. You watched as Harry took the handcuffs and pointed to the bed.

"Lie down."

You did as you were told, Harry cuffing you to the headboard. Your chest rose and fell with anticipation as he hovered over you, his breath on your face.

"You're gonna do as I say, right?"

You nodded in response, recalling the last time when he didn't want you to speak.

"Good girl," he smirked. "Now open your legs wide for me."

His hand on your thigh to help guide you where he wanted you, you lifted your knees and opened wide. Harry slid his hand between your breasts, down your stomach to your awaiting wetness. He grinned when two fingers easily entered you. You let out a cross between a gasp and a moan and he began to pump hard, his eyes burning into yours. A third finger joined the other two and you lifted your hips.

"Why are you so fucking wet?" Harry growled, his brows furrowed.

You couldn't form any words, only moans as his hand continued to fuck you.

"Is that for me?" he asked.

You swallowed as you nodded, unable to audibly reply to his question.

"Fuck yeah, it is."

Harry slid his fingers out, situating himself between your legs. Your thighs trembled as he aimed his cock at your entrance. Grabbing your left thigh, he thrust into you hard. You both groaned loudly, your head thrown back against the pillow. As he pumped faster, you quickly began to feel the burn in your core, your muscles involuntarily contracting. Harry noticed it too as he cursed.

"Jesus Christ, you feel so fucking good!"

"Ha-harry!" you cried. You wanted so badly to touch him, to rake your fingers down his back, but the restraints made it impossible.

"Yeah, baby, you love my cock, don't you?"

"Yes!" you exclaimed.

"You love it when I fill you up, when I go deep."

"Yes!"

Just as you let out your last moan of pleasure, Harry thrust deeper than ever, hitting your sweet spot.

"Fuck me, Harry!" you cried as you came, your knees lifted up as far as possible.

Harry pumped a few more times before letting out a guttural moan, his body trembling over yours. Collapsing on top of you, he buried his head in your neck, nibbling on your shoulder.

"Shit..." he groaned as he lifted up, reaching to unlock the handcuffs.

You chuckled lightly, rubbing your wrists once they were free.

"Sorry, did I hurt you?" Harry inquired.

"Not at all," you grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Not even a little?" he pouted.

You giggled louder. "Okay, maybe a little. But I liked it."

A sexy smile spread across his face as he rolled onto his side to face you.

"Me too," he said before planting another kiss on your lips.

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[luvanniiee]

make a wish

pairing : idolbf!chan x fem!reader

synopsis : today is your birthday , you should be happy . but your boyfriend isnt here to celebrate it with you . well not in person at least . he facetimed you and told happy birthday and asked what your wish was . you told him what you wanted , can he make it come true ?

warnings : smut mdni , fluff at the end , dom!bangchan, sub!reader , birthday sex , kitchen sex (really sex on the table) , unprotected sex (wrap it or it will fall off), breeding , slight foodplay , petnames, oral (f receiving) , daddy kink , slight voice kink , multiple rounds , lmk if i missed something ;)

a/n : yall really liked my first blog , like 38 likes within 24 hours of posting it , mom im famous lol . anyways yall enjoy this story , i was gonna do one of model! hyunjin but it was angst , and i dont really like angst . but yeah, get in tooo itttt ! i might post everyday!

wrd cnt : im not sure how to check for that so 200+

story below the cut ;)

message after message, cashapp notification after another. people were sending you birthday wishes , friends and family sending you money to make up for their absence to your party. not that you really cared anyways, none of them were your boyfriend. you missed him dearly. he was away on tour, and it just so happened that your birthday came on the day he was set to go on stage. it saddened you , but you knew he would be home soon enough.

your phone goes off again for the hundredth time today, you werent expecting more than another message , but when you checked , it was from facetime. you looked at the caller id and immediately answered the phone. hey babygirl ! the cheery voice on the other line said . it was him, your boyfriend! hey baby! i miss you so much! you said back quickly . i know baby , ill be home soon ! also is that my shirt? he asked. you nodded and he smiled. did you get my present? he asked you.

you were confused. present? he seen your confusion and told you to look outside. you opened the door, and looked down to see a gift box. handle it carefully baby , i wouldnt want you to ruin it before you can see what it is . he spoke. you did as he said and carefully took the box inside. it was light and smelled really sweet ! what is it? you asked. open it and see babydoll ! he said excitedly. your suspense grew as you slowly unwrapped it.

as the ribbon fell off , you lifted the top. a cake! it said “happy birthday to my sweet girl <3” you smiled at the camera! now go grab the lighter and then put the candles on, then light the candles and make a wish ! chan said. you did as he said , hurry hurry i might have to go sooner than i thought. chan spoke. you hurried as fast as you could and set the candles and lit them. you closed your eyes , making a wish that he was there to enjoy the cake with you. you opened your eyes and blew the fire out. what did you wish for ? chan asked. it might be bad luck if i say it now but i really wish you were here right now. you replied.

just then chan muted himself, you were confused as to why he did it, but he unmuted and told you he had to go. you got really sad but you understood. he told you he loved you and he would see very soon. you nodded and said you loved him back and hung up the phone. you huffed out and sat back in the chair. tears were about to come out , feeling sad that he couldnt be here to enjoy this cake with you, but then you heard a knock on the door.

you wiped your face and looked through the peephole, you saw nothing so you opened the door and saw a single rose on your doorstep, it had a note under it. ‘follow the trail’ it wrote. you seen it was chans writing, so you wasted no time in following the trail.

soon enough the rose petal trail ended, leading to … your backyard? your confusion becoming more apparent until you heard the backdoor open, you turned around to see your boyfriend standing with the cake in his hands. you were happy to say the least, he put the cake down and held his arms out. you ran faster than you ever thought you could and jumped into his arms.

he squeezed you tight and swayed you left to right. your eyes were blurry because of the tears of joy. did i make your wish come true? he asked. you sniffed and replied yes! yes you did! and im so glad that you made it! it felt unreal but you didnt care. at least you were in his arms. he put you down and pulled out a blindfold for you to put on. i have a few more surprises for you! chan said handing you the blindfold.

you put them on and he led you back into the house. okay open your eyes. he said. and you took the blindfolds off and let your eyes adjust. you saw familiar faces. it was his bandmates along with their partners. you smiled and thanked all of them for coming. you sat in chans lap as he handed you more candles to put on the cake. you lit them, and everyone sang the birthday song. you blew out your candles and everyone clapped.

it was truly a beautiful night, chans friends who were also your friends were all there celebrating with you, and there were jokes being made, cake being eaten and partially thrown. it was a night to remember. then you felt chans hand place itself on your thigh, you thinking nothing of it as him just comforting you. he slowly moved his hand up and up till it reached the small space where your legs meet. his hand stayed there. but his fingers were ever so slightly touching your clit.

you let out a small noise that you covered with a cough. y/n are you feeling well? felix asked. oh yeah, i think i might have swallowed something wrong. you said dismissively. chan smirked slightly and started to move his hand so his fingers were rubbing you through your panties. you were struggling to hold in your noise. a moan almost slipped past your lips until chan spoke up. well guys thank you guys for coming! we had lots of fun, but we gotta wrap it up so we can clean up and get enough sleep for practice tomorrow. he said to his bandmates and their partners.

after everything was cleaned and everyone left. chan closed the door and looked at you. he gave you that gaze that made you feel bare. the gaze that sorta intimidated you. but you knew what he wanted. he started walking towards you slowly. you couldnt move, you didnt want to. he inched closer and closer to you. happy birthday babydoll! now let daddy give you the real present. he spoke, his voice dropped a bit which made you feel hot.

he knew you loved it when he used his deeper voice. he came to where you were which was in the chair you both sat in, and leaned down to kiss you. your lips moved on his smoothly. he licked at your bottom lip and you opened your mouth to let his tongue in. you tasted the cake flavor that was still slightly present in his mouth. you moaned at the taste.

he broke the kiss to ask you to sit on the table. you did as asked and sat on the table. he sat down and kissed your lower stomach. then trailing them but back to your lips. he kissed you passionately. you missed this feeling. you missed his soft lips on your skin. he kissed down you neck and left a few love marks then he kissed all the way down your body also leaving love marks occasionally in different areas. can i take these off? he asked you as he tugged on the lace of your panties.

you nodded and lifted your hips enough for him to pull them down and throw them somewhere across the room. he kissed you one more time before going down. he swirled his tongue around your clit softly. it made you lean into him craving for more. as he licked and kissed at you down there, your hand accidentally touched some frosting off the cake. you moved your hand quickly and you were about to lick it off. that is until he stopped you.

he grabbed your hand and licked the frosting off, making you more wet. then he went back to your clit and spread the sweetness on you. he mixed your sweetness with the sweetness of the frosting, it made him moan because of how good it tasted. that moan made you even wetter. also the way he started sucking at your clit , had you grinding against his face for more. he took his fingers and started to finger you. f..fuck daddy! you moaned loudly.

he smirked and kept doing what he loved. you. you felt yourself getting closer to cumming. you let out a couple warning moans cha…nn daddy im close….fuck im close ! your words seemingly falling on deaf ears as he kept fingering you and sucking at your clit. it was too much. cumming ! you moaned out before releasing all over his face. he moaned as he drank it all up. but he kept going.

though you protested and wanted him to stop, it felt too good. he looked up at you as he started to go faster. curling his fingers into you and circling his tongue on your clit. it made you feel dizzy , but it was so good. you soon felt your orgasm coming again. i..i…fuck…m’cummi…. was all you said as you released again. this time he slowed down because he saw you shaking slightly due to the overstimulation. do you want more? or have you had enough? he asked you. he already knew you wanted more. he just wanted to hear it for himself.

m..more . you spoke out, your body still twitching from the aftershocks of the orgasms he ripped out of you. he looked at you. you know the rule baby, you have to ask properly for what you want. chan said teasingly. please … i want more …wanna cum on your cock…wanna feel you inside. you breathed out. such a good girl! ill reward you with giving you what you want. he said as he stood up and took his dick out. he spit on it, and rubbed it against your clit. you shook slightly because you were still sensitive. he looked at you and kissed you.

that was his way of distracting you from the pain that happened everytime his length stretched you. you hissed a little and he patted your head. shh baby its okay, take your time and adjust. he whispered in your ear. it didnt take you long because you were semi used to his cock. soon enough you rolled your hips to see if it felt good enough for him to move. you moaned as a sign for him to move.

he moved his hips slowly a couple times , before he pulled almost completely out then shoving it back inside. he did that a few times, causing your eyes to roll back. feel good? he asked. you were too immersed in the pleasure to comprehend what was asked. with one sharp snap of his hips, hm? he asked again. yes daddy! fuck it feels so good! you moaned loudly. he smiled to himself and started to pick up his pace.

he placed both of your legs together and put both of them over one of his shoulders. that helped him to reach deeper inside and also to help him touch the spots that made you cry in pleasure. fuck babygirl….aw..your squeezing me in…nn fuck baby….do you li…like it when i fuck you like this? he groaned out. all you did was whimper, but he knew that you liked it.

his light moans and whimpers plus the way his hips were slapping against yours, had you reaching for heaven. you felt that familiar feeling when you know your about to cum again. you couldnt form the words to say it , but he already knew. he knew how your body would react when your about to cum. you started breathing heavily and you closed your eyes letting your head fall back. you started tightening around him uncontrollably. your legs starting to shake more, fuck ! you whispered as your orgasm hit you.

your juices started to leak out, forming a little white ring around his cock. as you came back to reality, you opened your eyes and started to pant. he always found your reaction hot. his thrusts began to feel sloppy and disorganized. his moans were becoming louder as he felt himself get closer. he kissed you to help quiet himself down. fuck princess….fuck..ah fuckfuckfuck i…i..m cumming…ah baby ! he moaned loudly as he stilled his hips.

he thrusted himself lightly into you, painting everything inside of you white. he whined everytime a string of cum would come out. he started to tremble lightly the more he buried himself inside you. soon enough though, he finished and almost collapsed on top of you. he just sat down and looked at your messy cunt. it was dripping with your mixed cum. it was a true sight to see.

he grabbed a kitchen towel and cleaned up, he threw it away and then carried you upstairs. he laid you down and tucked you in. he went back downstairs to straighten everything up once again, before going back upstairs. but just then, he heard a knock at the door. it was seungmin,

damn i was gonna come back and see if i left my charger here , but you can keep it after all that noise i heard. seungmin said and walked away. chan felt his face get hot. he was definitely in for a teasing when he goes to work tomorrow.

i hope you guys enjoyed it !! see u next time !! byee

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[profound-imagination]

Little Witch - Ruhn Danaan - Part 2

A/N: It’s finally here, part two of Little Witch. This part is for @sweetshifter and @sweetshifter only.

T/W: Mentions of torture, nothing too descriptive but it’s there!

W/C: 1.7k

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Ruhn was growing frustrated. He had no right to be. He’d caused this, his actions had brought about her silence again but gods how he missed her voice. It didn’t help that he had a sneaking suspicion she spoke freely to the others when he wasn’t around, she spoke to Ithan at the very least if not the others. Smug little Pup.

He couldn’t complain though, she’d stuck by him through every step of his ongoing healing. She tended his wounds, pulled him out of nightmares and cast little balls of light in her hands when the entire room was shrouded in his shadows as a result. She’d wept silently as he and Lidia told their story, wept for her older sister when she learned the truth of Lidia’s life. Lidia in turn had sobbed for her baby sister when she told her own story, casting those starry eyed gazes at him that he’d missed so much when he entered the story. She attended every therapy session with him, the ones she knew about anyway, and held his hand. His silent pillar of strength.

He could hear the thump thump thump of the music blaring through the house as he approached. Flynn must’ve been throwing another party, the guest list was small these days. The three found brothers who were now five if he counted Ithan and Tharion, which he did. Bryce and Hunt. Lidia and his Little Witch. No one heard the door open as he strolled in although he knew Dec knew he was there and approaching the house long before he first heard the music, yes, his brother was that good. He couldn’t help the grin that split his face when he took in the scene in the living room. Bryce perched on Hunt’s lap in the beaten up armchair, Dec with a laptop in one hand, beer in the other, Lidia and Tharion chatting on the sofa. Flynn was dancing on the coffee table, screaming the lyrics at the top of his lungs, Ruhn’s Little Witch on his back, arms wrapped around Flynn’s neck, mouthing the lyrics along with him a brilliant smile on her face. “You’re going to drop her, Flynn!” Ithan was hissing from his seat, leant right forward ready to catch her when Flynn did drop her. “No I won’t, Pup! I’m completely in control-“ famous last words as Flynn’s foot slipped and he fell, Y/N let out a scream as she lost her grip on Flynn and a purely Fae protective possessiveness flared through Ruhn.

He snarled at his friend as he caught her, her doe eyes looking up at him, a brilliant smile on her face. “Hi there.” He purred at her and delighted in the colour that flared in her cheeks. She wrapped her arms around his neck in a greeting hug and then untangled herself from him and pulled Flynn to his feet. But Ruhn knew in his bones, in his very soul, that the peace they had found wouldn’t last forever.

Tuesday started like any other day, you’d woken up with Ruhn curled around you like he always was, whether you’d fallen asleep in his bed or yours, you always woke up with his strong arms wrapped around you, your head tucked under his chin, his heat radiating into your back. You weren’t sure why you hadn’t spoken to him again. There was no doubt that you were irrevocably in love with this male but every time you opened your mouth to speak, to maybe tell him, the whole thing flashed through your mind again, the hurt. Losing him. The dress you never got to wear, the ball you never got to go to. Ruhn shifted pulling you from your thoughts and pulling you with him, turning you as he went.

He smiled up at you as you took in his beautiful face. “Good morning, Witchling.” He said, tightening his arms around your waist. You smiled at him and nuzzled your face into his neck. “What have you got planned today?” He asked into your hair, you shrugged in response. “I’m heading out with the guys, we got a tip off on the DreadWolves, Tharion, Ithan and Lidia are following up on one about Pollux, are you gonna be okay here by yourself?” He asked, lifting your head to look at him. You smiled and nodded at him and pointed to his bookshelf, he grinned, “I can’t wait to hear about which one you picked when I get home.”

You’d been pottering around the kitchen having decided to bake, Ruhn had once told you that lemon cake was his favourite, maybe if you couldn’t tell him you could show him how you felt. It was a good idea in theory, but standing in the kitchen covered in flour was proving the opposite, still you persisted. Studying the recipe so hard you almost didn’t hear the front door swing open. No, not swing, bang open. You turned, a sense of dread filling you at what you’d find behind you, still clutching the mixing bowl.

Devastatingly beautiful was the only way to describe Pollux Antonius as he filled the doorway, smiling a lover’s smile at you. “Well, I can see why Princey is keeping you locked away, a perfect mix of your two sisters, beautiful little thing.” He purred. Terror seized your body as he took a step towards you. “Your friends won’t make it back to you in time, Mordoc is giving them the runaround.” He took another step towards you, “Now, be a good girl, don’t run, it’ll only make this worse, don’t fight and I promise you won’t suffer for long.” He grinned. You finally convinced your limbs to unlock and move and you launched the mixing bowl at him and fled the room.

He was on you in two strides and pain lanced through you as he threw you into the wall. All the air left your lungs as you slid down the wall and rallied your power. You could do this, you could control the power, the power didn’t control you. Ruhn had been training you, so had Flynn and Dec, you could do this. “Ah ah ah” Pollux crooned as he knelt in front of you, “None of that nasty raw power of yours, sweetheart.” He sneered as he snapped a pair of cuffs onto your wrists, not Gorsian, no, these were the same cuffs the Witches had used. You screamed as they embedded themselves into your wrists and drained your power from you. “It’s funny how giving the Witches are now they’ve turfed your sister off of her throne.”

He dragged you by the wrists into the garden, your back scraping against the floor, towards the trees and hung you between two of them and began. You screamed until you could scream no more and he talked and talked, spitting his venom, apparently Ruhn had given him nothing but attitude during their time together. You smirked at that. Of course he had. “But you, hurting you,” he crooned, “hurts all of them, Princey, Lidia, the Pup, and when they come back and find you dead it will fracture them all so much their little rebellion will fall apart.” You mustered the little fight you had left and spat at him.

The pain got worse then as he started carving out parts of you. “I wonder if I cut out enough if I’ll find the source of the raw power you possess, take it for myself.” He asked as he brought his dagger to his mouth and licked the blood from the blade. You blocked him out then, his words and his ministrations. Ruhn, you thought of Ruhn. Of his kindness, his smile, his persistence! He never gave up on you, not once, he was still there, still fighting for your words, words you never gave him and now you never would. Blackness started creeping in the edges of your vision. Ruhn, Ruhn, Ruhn.

There was nothing but endless blackness and pain. Was this death? Was there really no peace? “Baby, no! Please, please come back!” Ruhn? You span, searching for him but he was nowhere. “Little Witch, can you hear me? Please come back, don’t leave me! You don’t get to leave me!” Was he crying? You could hear other things as well now, a wolf was howling, Ithan, that was Ithan. Flynn was shouting. “Shock her again!” Tharion, that was Tharion, “Hunt! Shock her again!” “I can’t! Not with Ruhn there!” A snarl, that was unmistakably Ruhn. “All of you move!” Declan. “Baby please wake up!”

You weren’t going to wake up, you were sure of it. “Goodbye Ruhn, I love you.” You weren’t sure how his mind speaking worked, he’d never tried it again after it had terrified you that first time. Then there was a primal roaring in your head. “No! You don’t get to do this! You don’t get to say goodbye, that love you me like this! You wake up and tell me that!” Ruhn growled into your head. “Hunt, shock her again, I’ll move.” Pain splintered through you as he let you go.

You gasped as your eyes flew open and your lungs burned. There was so much pain running through your body. Declan was knelt next to you, his healing magic working the best it could on the cuffs he was trying desperately to remove. Ithan sat at your back, supporting you, keeping you upright. Then there was Ruhn. “Don’t you ever scare us like that again!” He growled as he ran his hands through his hair. Blood, he was covered in blood, as if reading your thoughts he said “He’s gone, he’s dead, he won’t hurt you or anyone else ever again.” Lidia knelt next to Ruhn, “I’m so sorry, Y/N, this is all my fault.” It almost killed you to move your arm to grasp your sisters hand but you did it anyway and gave her a weak smile before looking back to Ruhn.

“I love you, you big idiot.” You croaked, and his face shuttered, fresh tears fell down his face. “I love you too, Little Witch.” You smiled at him weakly, “Let’s get you inside and healed up, then you can tell me about how much you love me.” He grinned down at you. You reached up with the hand that wasn’t holding Lidia’s and wiped his tears away, “Okay, Ruhn.”

[thewitchofbooks]

Cyril Rose ~ Facts

AN: I'm finally done with the important facts we know so far for both Cyril and Lucian, and since Cyril won, I'll post him first! Thank you very much to everyone who voted and to everyone reading this!

Warnings: All of the information is from the jp version of the game! Spoilers from Clavis' main Story, GW story sale bonus (detective), Clavis' 2nd birthday, Clavis' story events, Chevalier's 2nd anniversary winner party event story. Everything will be put under the cut:

The starting fact is his name. Cyril Rose was raised in a village in Obsidian, but when he joined the military, many said his last name sounded like he came from the country of roses.

Cyril and Clavis used to call each other "loser" when they first met during the war. Cyril did because he couldn't believe how someone can be like Clavis (putting his life on the line to save others, accepting everyone no matter what and a lot more), as well as how he could stay so calm during everything (but it turned more to teasing between them). Clavis was calling him a loser, because he didn't like how Cyril was ready to give up at that time and was able to help him regain his spirits and join Rhodolite's side.

Cyril is a very gentle and kind guy, but can also be funny with his snarky comments towards Clavis (something between two great friends)

Cyril calls Clavis an "idiot prince"

He has very bright red hair that are very noticeable and mentioned by other characters, (Chevalier, Sariel and more), including Emma.

Cyril doesn't have a lover (and Clavis made sure to remind him in the "Bittersweet Valentine" story event). Cyril told him to stop pretending as if he wasn't in the same position only a whole ago (Since Clavis' route released)

As confirmed in Clavis' 2nd birthday story, Cyril is a very fast runner and a very strong knight. He was able to run to the other side of the town with Emma in his arms (bridal style) and didn't stop at all (<- Emma was described "as light as a feather) and it was all to prank Clavis.) In Chevalier's 2nd anniversary No.1 story, we saw that he can match Chevalier in a sword fight, with fast and strong moves.

He knows how to help a woman get dressed and he can style hair buns, that look elegant and simple (Also from Clavis' 2nd birthday)

Him and Lucian are rumored as really good friends. It was said by Clavis, but he added that when they go out to drink, they're never seen sitting together on the same table. Also, Cyril was seen drinking grape juice while complaining to Rio and Emma about Clavis, while Luciam was most likely drinking alcohol (<-From the GW story sale bonus)

When that happened, he wasn't wearing any gloves (so he either took off his gloves because he wasn't working, or he doesn't wear any). He held Emma and Rio's hands in each of his, to guide them away from Clavis and he took them to Lucian's table.

According to Emma, his hands are rough from training, but very warm and safe.

Apparently, he tries every kind of new juice Clavis comes up with and that time, it was a new herbal juice (as punishment for sneaking from work). He didn't like it at all, yet he still drank it all.

They started bickering and while Emma was thinking that it looked like as if Cyril and Clavis were having fun, Lucian, after he used the mind reading skills he learned from Chevalier, nodded and agreed with her.

He is also very honest and loyal towards Clavis and the other princes (especially Chevalier)

He used to be just a third rate soldier in Obsidian, along with his friends Kai and Hugo. Hugo seems to be the youngest, since he uses honorifics to address Cyril (in the Japanese version). Cyril is probably the oldest of the three, or similar with Kai.

Gilbert wants him back to Obsidian, but Cyril refuses to betray Clavis, leaving Gilbert heartbroken.

The village where Cyril used to love was poor, but the situation wasn't as bad as the parts on the borders between Obsidian and Rhodolite, due to the corrupted nobles.

He is greatly respected by Chevalier, who saw his value. Chevalier knows his name, but prefers to use the nickname "Red head". Same with the others. Even Clavis understands that. Cyril also respects Chevalier, but he thinks he is scary.

He is the lead knight of the foreign affairs faction and he is the one training the knew knights (not the soldiers).

Chevalier trusts him enough to let him in his room and also casually speaks to him. Even though they were trying to keep it secret (them leaving their duties for the day and going for drinks), he somewhat talked about it to Chevalier. But Clavis was hiding in Chevalier's room, so he exposed them. That's why he made him drink that "juice" (<-GW bonus story)

In the "propose to you" story event (Clavis', which is coming soon in EN), Clavis and Emma were getting engaged with Chevalier as the witness. Chevalier didn't look up at them at all and only when they left, he looked at Cyril to answer that he wasn't staying and he was going home with a smirk (Clavis was sad/mad at Chevalier who wouldn't look at how beautifully dressed Emma was). Cyril called him a troublesome brother after he left.

Originally, he was mostly hanging out with Rio for said drinks, but when Emma is free, they let her tag along (<- The bar they go to is only for the court's servants, I'm pretty sure it's to talk about their employees at this point🤣)

Cyril knows that many little boys dream of becoming knights when they grow up, but he, himself, felt like the job he was doing doesn't have a purpose, because lately, he had only been collecting banana peels and cleaning after Clavis.

Just for this reason, Emma and Rio were thanking him for his hard work and looked at him as if he was their savior.

He also complains that the knights have to eat bananas all the time, but they don't keep them very full. He doesn't want to even mention the reason why they do that.

He has more than once said to Emma to use Clavis' wallet for expensive things.

Cyril actually gets very offended when he gets told that he is like a natural born knight. Clavis was the one who told him, when he was being "too sweet" towards Emma. Cyril warned him to never say that again.

He is picking up Clavis' lines. While I don't remember it being translated in the EN version of the game, in the JP this happened: (<- Clavis' route, when they met with the rebels at the borders)

Clavis:"I don't understand why they don't want to welcome such a beautiful man"

Cyril:"Please, stop saying that. It's not fashionable"

(The fashionable comment)

He is the same age as Clavis, so he is 29 years old!

AN: Thank you very much for reading until the end! I hope these facts were helpful! I personally recommend reading both ends of Clavis' upcoming proposal event for more Cyril content!

[conkers-thecosy]

Bagginshield-tober / Day 8 / Harp

Hey folks! Here's my offering for day eight of the "Bagginshield-tober" prompt list, by the lovely @smolestboop 💛 (I'm a day late, please forgive me!)

You can also find these little snippets compiled into one fic on AO3 - all the chapters link into each other, in chronological order as one big fic, so it's worth reading from the beginning, if you're interested!

Hope you enjoy!

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“It’s a Shire tradition!”

Thorin looked in confusion between the small crate on the kitchen table, and the clearly excited, but also oddly bashful Hobbit standing beside it. Thorin had just entered for breakfast, surprised to find such a sight greeting him, not to mention all the other parcels that Bilbo had apparently been sat up wrapping for most of the night, littering the table in large piles.

“It is your birthday?” Thorin clarified slowly, feeling like he was missing something. “And you… wish to give me a gift?”

“Yes, that’s right,” Bilbo smiled, though a little uncertainly as he fidgeted a bit.

“I wish you had told me,” Thorin felt very odd about all this, though he didn’t like the fact that he hadn’t ever thought to ask when Bilbo’s birthday fell. “I might have made you a gift, organised a party for you…”

“Oh, no no!” Bilbo held up his hands and stepped forwards. “Birthday parties are always to be arranged by the birthee, and I have it well in hand. And it would be deemed terribly rude if I were to accept a gift! In all honesty, that was why I took such pains not to mention it to you, I thought you might try to find a way to help or, ah, give me something.”

He could immediately see how concerned Bilbo was by all of this, and resolved not to let his own idea of what a birthday should look like throw a dark cloud over the morning. Besides, there was nothing to stop him from giving Bilbo a completely unrelated gift in, say, a week or so, and perhaps treating him to something special for dinner, or a day out somewhere, or both. Thorin offered up a small smile and nodded his understanding.

“Very well, I will be happy to take part in this aspect of your culture. Consider me a willing student.”

Bilbo brightened considerably, his eyes lit up and his smile widened, and Thorin suddenly ached to pull him into a hug. He found some relief at least, as the Hobbit closed the distance between them and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the table where the crate waited.

“This one’s yours!” he practically sang, more excited than anyone Thorin had ever seen when gifting another with a present. “It’s traditional to wait until the Do later, but I really have been desperate to give you this! It’s been burning a hole under my bed for weeks!”

Thorin couldn’t help but laugh, Bilbo’s enthusiasm was so infectious, but felt a little nervous as he opened the lid of the wooden crate with great care. He couldn’t fathom what Bilbo might have got him, and he was suddenly anxious about making sure he reacted correctly to whatever it was.

He needn't have worried, of course, as Bilbo seemed to have a knack for giving gifts just as much as he did for spinning words into beautiful tapestries of story. With great care and reverence, Thorin cleared the last of the packaging to reveal a beautiful, wooden harp.

It was small, similar to his gold one he had lost while on the road, though this was made with deep, polished maple, with accents of walnut and oak. The crown was fashioned into an intricate little circle of oak leaves and acorns. It was an absolute masterpiece.

He looked down at the instrument in awe, his fingers hovering over it for a moment before he brushed the strings delicately. The sound was beautiful, perhaps even more beautiful than his golden one had ever made, and his breath caught in his throat as a hundred memories assailed him. Being taught how to play by his grandmother, practising with Frerin and Dis, playing for and with friends and kin over the years. Happy memories, all.

“Do you like it?” Bilbo asked, his voice quiet, and eyes worried.

Thorin couldn’t help himself this time, and swept the Hobbit up into a close embrace, as he choked on his words and emotions in turn. “I love it, Bilbo. Thank you.”

“Oh, I am glad,” Bilbo sighed, sagging his small weight against Thorin and hugging him back tightly. “Perhaps, if it’s not an imposition, you might play for me later? Not if you don’t want to, of course, only I have missed your gift for music these past months.”

Thorin smiled, his heart warming even further at the compliment and the hesitance in turn. An imposition, indeed. “I would play for you all day, every day, if that was what you so wished, and I would take great pleasure in doing so.”

Something about their embrace seemed to change a little then, as Bilbo shifted his weight so they were set a little firmer against one another. His hands slid almost languidly from where they were grasped at the back of Thorin’s tunic, palms flat as they ran downwards and around to stop at his hips. The dwarf felt a jolt in his gut at the motion, but as Bilbo pulled back and looked up at him with a laugh, Thorin fought to keep his composure.

“I would love that,” Bilbo grinned. “But sadly I have too much to do today to fully appreciate such a gallant offer! I’ve outsourced most of the catering, but there are some things a Baggins simply must do himself, after all.”

Thorin swallowed hard, willing his face to stop tingling with the threat of a blush. “Indeed? Such as?”

“Why, the cake, of course!”

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Stowaway Cloak (2/3)

Characters: Stephen Strange, Reader - platonic

Warning: None.

Summary: You return to visit an old friend but find that something has hidden itself in your suitcase.

Miniseries - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (final)

The party seemed louder than any battle that you had fought and you somehow had found yourself in the circle of the Mayor who was chatting up a storm about scientific funding. You had been trained in the mystic arts and knew how to hold yourself in a situation of torture but you weren’t prepared to endure an endlessly boring conversation that was undoubtedly wasting your time.

Having been feigning interest and politeness for a good twenty-two minutes, you excused yourself and engaged in conversation with another circle of elites who talked about cellular regeneration which slightly peaked your interest – completely deafening you to the loud thump that came from the room above the party hall.

The Cloak of Levitation had promised to stay put but when a shimmering red spark turned into a portal, it peered through the hood of the suitcase and watched quietly as a pair of black-dusted boots landed on the floor with a loud bang. 

The intruder treaded carefully to a corner of the room and as their back was turned to the door, the cloak silently slipped out of the case and under the thin crack.

“It’s highly theoretical at this very moment but we’re close to achieving an actual scientific break-through.” One of the scientists said back at the party and was appraised by his circle of socialites. 

You nodded with the others and raised your glass of champagne. “I’ve heard of a place that’s already achieved such a feat.” You chuckled, causing the group to fall quiet in the hopes that you’d further an explanation.

Just as you realised what you had just insinuated and thought about how to fix this conversation without revealing secrets, a bright silver gleam hit your eye. Looking over to where it came from, your heart stopped when you saw the Cloak hiding behind a wall.

“You were saying Y/n…?” Another doctor wondered, forcing you to snap back to the circle of people who were still waiting for you to speak.

“Oh, I was saying that I’ve heard of a place but the reporter on the story was said to be fired the very next day due to it being false.” You covered with a shrug. “Some people will do anything for a story, right?”

The merry band of men and women raised the glasses and laughed at your comment in agreement, resuming their drinking and topics of medical breakthroughs while you set your glass down on the nearest table and excused yourself.

Making a mad, yet subtle, dash over to the Cloak, you sighed once you were out of ear-shot and sight. “I thought I told you to-”

You were unable to finish the scolding as the red fabric coiled around your wrist and pulled it up the staircase and back towards the room.

You were just a little way away from the door when the cloak stopped you in your tracks and tapped over where you had hidden your sling ring on a chain around your neck.

Putting the pieces together, you knew that something dangerous had set foot in the home and that the Cloak was attempting to protect the lives that laughed beneath them.

You slipped on the relic that allowed you to open portals and took in a deep breath. You stepped forward but instead of touching the wooden floor panels, you were lifted into the air by the Cloak as it carried you to the doorway like a magic carpet, despite being slightly crooked and unstable.

You raised your hand to the door handle and turned it as you swung the panel open and instantly summoned the mirror dimension. The decision turned out to be a wise choice as you were met with a zealot who followed in Kaecilius’ mad plans of destruction.

The zealot turned and tossed the book he held on the floor. “Where is the cloak?” He demanded.

You stepped off and brought the cloak up to be displayed. “Right here.”

The zealot took a step forward and you forced the cape behind the wall of the Mirror Dimension for its protection, sealing it out.

“Give it to me.” The zealot demanded which only made you laugh at him.

Clearly, he didn’t know what you were capable of. Taking a step forward, you ignored the banging on the invisible wall by the cloak and smiled at the enemy.

“If you so much as touch a thread – I’ll end you.”

The zealot smirked at the confidence and leapt forward, summoning a red-axe almost instantly and swinging it at your head. You anticipated the attack and created a gold shield that had started to show streams of white to keep you from being torn in half. 

Once the axe hit the shield, you exerted enough energy to throw the zealot backwards into your bookshelf. Hopefully no one was missing your absence below.

Miniseries - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (final)

Masterlist here

[missvelvetsstuff]

Just a Number

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader meets Bucky at a party and the attraction is more than either one of them wants to resist.

Notes: Since most stories are younger readers I felt like having a more mature reader could be a nice change of pace. Especially since I'm creeping up on senior discounts and want to believe Bucky could fall in love with someone like me.

I try to keep my readers description vague but, as always, she's female, tall and this one is obviously 40+

Chapter 11

After Val left, Y/N went in to speak to Pepper about her unexpected visitor. Pepper shared her concerns about this strange woman showing up out of nowhere and they spent the rest of the afternoon researching and compiling information on Val. Her jet set upbringing, parents murder, her relationship with Nick Fury and alliances with a number of bad guys painted a murky picture of someone who was obviously high up in the intelligence communities pecking order. Pepper gave her some tips and tech for dealing with that crowd.

When Y/N and Dawn made it home the first thing that Y/N did after greeting Olivia and the dogs was take an electronic device and check the rooms until it started beeping around the dinner table. She looked all over it and found a small electronic device stuck to the underside, which she crushed under her heel then dropped into the dogs water bowl. She set the bowl on the kitchen counter and did the same thing a few times when she found other devices.

When she was sure they had all been found and destroyed Y/N sat down on the couch and slumped into the cushions. Dawn made them all drinks, then she and Olivia sat and waited for Y/N to explain what was happening.

Y/N took a long drink before sitting back up and looking at her sisters.

"I had a surprise visitor at work today, I think you've met her" she looked at Olivia who didn't know what to say so Y/N went on "Contessa Valentina Allegra deFontaine or "call me Val" stopped by the office to let me know how she thinks I'm really good for James and should encourage him to accept her offer so she can keep my family safe."

Dawn let out a string of expletives before asking "Who the Hell does she think she is? Coming in and threatening our family. I have half a mind to-"

Y/N tried to calm her "Sissy, calm down. There's a reason I searched for bugs before talking about her. Pepper and I have spent the afternoon looking into this woman and she is high up in the intelligence community with some interesting history. Not the type we can just bury in the woods."

Dawn was seething "I'm just tired of being fucked with by outsiders. What is this project she wants him involved with."

Y/N shrugged "She never told me but seemed awfully sure I could influence him into accepting her offer. Based on what Pepper and I found on her, I don't think it's something James will want to be involved in.

If I ever even see him again, which is doubtful, I would never push him towards anything he wasn't comfortable with. On the off chance that we do see him again we won't be mentioning any threats against us, regardless of who she is. I won't have him doing something because he thinks he has to protect me."

She looked at them both with a question in her eyes and Dawn nodded, always having her sisters back.

Olivia looked sacred and couldn't offer the same promise "But, Y/N what if she-"

Y/N held her hand up "No matter what, Olivia. We must stand united, as a family. Always."

Olivia looked at her and nodded meekly.

Y/N smiled softly "I know it's scary but we can't let her bully us."

A few days later, on Saturday night, Y/N was woken up by someone pounding on the front door, her puppy bolting out of the bed and barking his way to the door.

"Loki! LOKI! Sit!" He promptly sat but she could still hear him growling softly and patted his head.

She looked thru the peephole and gasped, not believing her eyes, standing shocked for a minute before she opened the door. "James?"

Bucky felt his knees weaken when he saw her, mussed hair, sleepy eyes full of confusion....he had never seen anything so beautiful. Suddenly all the words he had wanted to say to her were caught in his throat and he was at a loss, unable to do anything but stare at her longingly.

He felt something touching his hand and his heart sped up, thinking it was her reaching for him but the cold, wet nose pushing against his hand shocked him out of his daze and he looked down to see the dog licking his hand.

He looked back up at Y/N and she giggled "Loki. That's enough."

She gave Bucky a small smile and opened the door "You've been cleared by security if you want to come in."

As he entered, Dawn wielding a baseball bat, and her dog were stumbling down the stairs.

Dawn stopped at the bottom of the stairs to assess the situation but her dog went to check out the new person.

"Thor! Get back here, don't go kissing on the intruder." She snapped in annoyance.

Bucky looked at the dogs at his feet and couldn't help but laugh "Loki and Thor? Holy shit!"

Dawn shook her head and looked at Y/N with an eyebrow raised, questioning. Y/N nodded and Dawn headed back up the stairs "Thor! Bed!"

Her dog whining, looked at his brother and reluctantly followed her up the stairs.

Once Bucky stopped laughing and closed the door he felt her staring at him and he lost his words again.

He reached for her and sighed sadly when she pulled back "Y/N, doll, I'm so sorry for showing up in the middle of the night but we just landed at JFK and I couldn't wait any longer to see you, it's been so long and everything is such a mess and I-  I can go if you want."

She shook her head and looked at him tiredly "Well I'm awake now. Come in and have a seat. You want some coffee or something?"

Bucky shook his head "No, thanks. I'm alright." He stared at his hands before taking a deep breath and stammered

"I, fuck I uh I don't know where to start I feel like I haven't seen you in ages and so much has happened."

He looked up at her hopefully. "I want you to know I never wanted her. I mean, those pictures. I didn't want her. She kept flirting with me and I told her no a hundred times but I didn't, I mean I guess I did something but she drugged me and I never wanted her. I don't even remember anything. You could even ask Sam and Captain America can't lie, you know." He gave her a small smile that she returned, making him feel warm inside.

Y/N listened as he rambled nervously, her heart fluttering at how hard he tried to convince her but her brain was more skeptical. "She drugged you? How does that work on a super soldier? You told me you can't even get drunk except on Asgardian liquor so how?"

He shrugged "I don't know specifics but she must have given me a strong enough dose, way more than a regular person would need to knock them out. We were drinking shots playing some crazy card game and then I woke up naked, next to her. I don't want to sound paranoid or like I'm making excuses but I think John was in on it with her because they were fucking around the rest of the trip-"

A gasp caught both of their attention and they turned to see Olivia, eyes wide, filling with tears and with a hand over her mouth. "Who wh who was John messing around with?" She was barely able to spit it out.

Bucky looked to Y/N helplessly, deducing that the strange woman must be John's wife Olivia.

Y/N gave him an apologetic look and hurried to Olivia's side as the sobs started coming.

Dawn appeared like out of nowhere and put an arm around Olivia's shoulder then nodded her head towards Bucky, wordlessly telling Y/N she had Olivia before leading her back to her room with Thor.

Bucky shook his head when Y/N returned to him "Shit, I'm so sorry. That's his wife Olivia isn't it? I I didn't-"

She shook her head "Of course you didn't, you couldn't have. She received a letter that Johnny was MIA over a month ago and has been staying here ever since. They haven't had any kids yet and he won't let her get a job or any pets so would have been home alone all this time. She's been helping train the puppies and has dinner ready most nites when we get home."

Bucky carefully reached for her hands, scared she would pull away again, and sighed in relief when she didn't.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, doll. I've really missed you."

He slowly pulled her into him and wrapped his arms around her.

Y/N let him pull her into him and felt her eyes filling with tears as she hid her face in his chest, fighting to hold them back, fighting to hold back all of the emotions she had been dealing with since the last time they were together but the sobs beat her and he squeezed her tighter and rubbed her back, burying his face in her hair.

"I'm so sorry sweetheart. I never meant to be gone so long and I'm sorry that you got those pictures and I'm just sorry."

Y/N nodded and sniffled, trying to wipe the tears on his shoulder "I know, it's ok. I mean not ok but it wasn't your fault."

Bucky looked in her eyes and even tired, red and full of tears they were the prettiest eyes on the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

"I can't promise there won't be any more long absences but I can promise no one will ever catch my eye or my heart like you have."

Y/N giggled "Yeah, I met another one of your other girls while you were gone."

Bucky was confused "Other girls? I don't have anyone but you. Who did you meet, exactly?"

Y/N nodded "Yeah, I guess that's not fair. She didn't really seem like your type and had a very long name but insisted I call her Val."

Bucky stiffened "Val was here? What did she want?"

"Not here she stopped by Stark Tower to meet me. She made sure that I knew that she knew every single detail about me and my family before telling me that I should encourage you to accept her offer but wouldn't tell me what it was. So I didn't make any promises. Pepper and I looked her up, she's pretty high up on the intelligence community tree which makes me wonder how much she can be trusted to follow through on anything she promises."

Y/N paused to let him tell her about his interactions with Val but he was quiet too long for her liking so she pushed. "You've obviously met her so tell me, what's her deal? What does she want from you?"

Bucky looked at her for a moment, considering how much he should tell her since he didn't want to endanger her or her family but realized that Val visiting indicated Y/N was already in danger, no matter what he did.

He sighed and ran his hand through his hair

"She works for, or maybe with, General Ross and they are making plans for if he becomes president. I say if but she seemed pretty confident he will win."

Y/N nodded to encourage him to continue "They are putting together a team, like the Avengers but all with, I think she said troubled, pasts. Me, John and she mentioned people from the red room where Natasha, I mean Black Widow was trained. Val strongly encouraged me to work things out with you, said you would help keep me grounded. I just don't know if I want to get into a team under a man who pushed the Sokovia Accords and has threatened to send me to the raft more times than I can count. I mean, can I really trust either of them? And do I want to weigh you down with a partner who has to be away risking his life?"

Bucky paused to catch his breath "To make matters worse she didn't really give me a choice. I can join their team or they'll get my pardon revoked and I spend the rest of my life in the raft."

Y/N looked at him confused and she was so adorable he wanted to kiss her but restrained himself and explained

"The Raft is a top secret ultra high security prison created for enhanced individuals that's located somewhere in the North Atlantic. It is underwater unless someone is coming or going but prisoners don't leave."

He saw her brow furrow and her face grew red, she started shaking

"What?! That's no fucking choice, they can't do that to you. We need to tell someone. Can't let that little bitch make you join their team. Why, I have a good mind to-"

Bucky rubbed her back "Calm down doll. Unfortunately they can. If it happens, then he is president and a traitorous assassin vs a highly decorated general slash president, isn't a fight I can win."

Y/N whined "But Jamie, you can't-"

He shushed her "Hey, sweetheart. It'll be ok. I'll be ok. You're the one I'm worried about."

"Why? What's she going to do to me? I'm no good in a fight so she doesn't need me for her team." Her nerves twitched, hoping Bucky wouldn't realize she hadn't told him everything.

He heard her heart speed up and saw the small drops of perspiration on her forehead "Y/N honey, did Val say anything else when you spoke to her? Are you sure there wasn't anything else? She didn't threaten you did she?"

She jumped a little "Threaten me? What do you mean? Like she would kill me or something? I don't know what you mean."

He saw her pupils dilate and how she wouldn't look him in the eyes. "Baby" he said softly while stroking her back "I need you to tell me everything. If we're going to try to make this work we need to be honest with each other."

His hand moved some hair out of her eyes and held her chin gently until she looked back at him and quickly away

"It's nothing" she mumbled something else he couldn't understand.

Bucky sighed "Ok well I guess that's my answer. Take care of yourself doll. I'll get out of your hair." And started to pull away.

Y/N couldn't bear the thought of him leaving again "Wait. Jamie."

He kissed her on the forehead "Look doll, it's alright you can tell me anything."

She looked away and mumbled again.

"Y/N" he gently scolded

"Fine. She said if we were together and you took her offer that she would make sure my family stayed safe, like we'd get hurt if you didn't. I didn't want to put more shit on your shoulders that's all."

Buckys eyes flashed anger "I'll have to talk to her about that. Threatening the people I care about is a deal breaker."

He caressed her cheek with his flesh hand "I don't know if I want to put any trust in Val or Ross but I do believe they would lock me up and never think twice about it and if I'm locked up then I'm not with you and I really want to be with you."

Y/N looked at him, searching for any trace of uncertainty in his stormy blue eyes but there was none. "Good. I want to be with you too."

Bucky grinned at her "You're sure? Cuz once you're mine, you'll never get rid of me. I'll follow you to the ends of the galaxy."

"Isn't that supposed to be ends of the earth?" She questioned with a giggle.

Bucky shook his head "Not with some of the friends I have."

He looked at her for a moment before pulling her close and kissing her. The kisses started soft and gentle until she let him in and Bucky groaned at her taste, she felt the rumble in his chest to the tips of her toes and whined at the rush of wetness in her panties.

Bucky kissed down her neck mumbling against her skin "so sweet, never get enough of you doll"

He stopped suddenly and sniffed when she whined and growled "dammit baby, you smell so fucking good" before kissing her hard holding her with his hand on the back of her neck. He moaned as she ran her fingers through his hair, pulling gently.

When he had to pull away to catch his breath he looked at her guilty and pulled away "Fuck, I'm sorry. That's not taking it slow, I just missed you so much and I-"

Y/N looked at him with lust darkened eyes "Shut up and carry me to my room, Sarge."

Buckys breath caught "Anything you want doll, is yours."

Chapter 12

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[writerofadream]

Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

TDI!Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Chapter Ten: How ba-a-a-ad can I be?

Duncan held his head in his hands as he listened to Sadie scream for Katie. Those screams sounded familiar. Those screams sounded like his mom. You were staring numbly at your hands. "It was a long goodbye." Bridgette explained once she had finally came back with the girl.

Finally, the other team showed up holding green jello with a worm in it. "We got some extra dessert after our tuck-shop party." Gwen explained. "Thought you might want some." Trent continued. "So what? Your just being nice?" Courtney asked mildly confused.

"Okay. Owen stank up our cabin and we needed some time to air out." Gwen finally admitted. Owen farted again causing Trent to give him an annoyed glance.

Beth brought the green jello over to Courtney who very quickly voiced her displeasure with the substance. "No!" She yelled causing Duncan to give her a strange look. "You on a diet or something?" Duncan questioned. "I just don't like green jello." Courtney hissed crossing her arms.

Beth then brought the jello over to DJ, Duncan, and you but the man beside you yelled "Snake!" and threw the plate of jello and Cody explained. "It's just a gummy worm." The boy said confused.

DJ apologized. "Snakes just freak me out." He explained. "I feel you, chickens give me the creeps man." Tyler put a hand on the mans shoulder.

"Your afraid of chickens?" Gwen asked. "Wow- that's really lame man." Duncan laughed causing you to punch him hard.

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You looked dead in the cameras eyes. "Now suddenly these idiots are sharing their fears and I just know I'll lose my shit if someone asks me."

You leave the outhouse in a hurry.

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"I'm not afraid of anything." Courtney says when someone asks her. "Baloney." in unison you and Duncan cough into your fists and suddenly the whole group is looking at you. "What exactly are your phobia's Mrs. and Mr. Fearless?" Courtney replied snarkily.

Everyone was looking at you both.

"... Ce-Celion Dion music store standees." Duncan admitted and you rolled your eyes. The way he discovered that fear was SO stupid. But that's a story for another day.

"Zombies, I guess." You sighed holding yourself in your arms. Trent explained what a standee was to Lindsay and Courtney made fun of Duncan which was quickly met with a protective (girl-) friend glare.

Oh she was so sure you two were dating.

Ten years ago

Duncan and you were walking through a mall. You were seven and he was eight. You came across a music store and you told him you'd be right back. You wanted to see if you could get a record for your mom who was becoming super sick.

He waited outside the store, tying and untying his shoes to keep himself busy.

You were taking a long time so he decided to go inside the store. He couldn't find you, but he wasn't worried. When he tried to exit the large store he realized he couldn't find the exit, he kept running into standees... Celion Dion standees.

When you finally found him it was when he was cowering under a table of records nearly pulling out his hair hyperventilating.

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The next day at breakfast Chris announced the days challenge. "Okay campers, your next challenge is something I like to call 'phobia factor'." You had to laugh at how quickly everyones expressions changed.

"Prepare to face your worst fears!" He yelled across the tables. "Oh we're screwed." You laughed causing Duncan to pale. "How does he know?" Duncan muttered. "The cameras. The god damn cameras." You pointed out the obvious.

"First up: Heather, it's sumo time. Meet us at the theatre. Gwen, you me, the beach... a few tons of sand." The gopher team began to pale.

He went through the entire gopher team, some freaked out, some didn't. Then it was your turn, well more specifically, Duncan's turn. The standee was staring at you team in a creepy manner.

"I don't wanna." Duncan whined to you, but you saw past the facade. You saw the seven year old kid who was terrified and couldn't find a way out and kept seeing this creepy mother fu-

"You don't have too." You whispered. "We'll be fine without it." You grabbed his hand squeezing it. "Just do it." Tyler screamed. Then Duncan gave the creepy standee a hug, after the fifteen seconds were done you ran and gave him a hug.

Now it was your turn.

Chef Hatchet had nine interns covered in makeup. Your mission was too watch them. Chris buried them and your team left to watch you through a camera.

The interns broke through the sand, covered in the zombie makeup. But there was this one intern who got REALLY into the game, she started moaning and hissing. "Y/N, my dear, come back to me." and the worst part was, this girl looked exactly like your mom. She had the curly brown hair, and had your eyes. You felt this anxiety crawl at your throat.

Your mother died when you where eight, she had this disease that ate at her brain, so this intern, who had makeup on to look like she had her brains aten came crawling at your feet?

There was no wonder you began hyperventilating.

The zombie-boy interns grabbed your shoulders and began to drag you back to the 'cementary'. If you didn't stop the challenge by the time they dragged you back, you'd win.

But then the girl began holding onto your ankles with this creepy smile. "Oh my sweet bee, how I've missed you..." that stupid nickname your mama always called you..

When you regained conciousness Duncan was pulling you off the intern. "Dollface, let's go. You got us the points." He was yelling and finally you stopped punching the unconcious girl.

You were shaking.

"Yeah. Yeah let's go." You whispered and he lead you off.

You watched as your teamates faced their fears. Duncan turned to look at you and laugh after Geoff got pelted by the hail but found that you were gone.

He found you in the outhouse smoking.

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"I wonder, how I haven't died yet." You whispered. "But then I feel this wind in my hair wiping the tears off my face, and new breath in my lungs and remember that the angel who's watching over me, is my mami." Your voice was shaking.

"She just looked, so much like my mom." You explained tears streaming down your face. "My mom, my mom, who I never got to say goodbye too." Your body shook.

Duncan opened up the door to see his best friend crying and smelling like weed. The second you saw him your rubbed your eyes and gave him a lighthearted smile. "Hi, Tarun." You waved half-heartedly.

He gave you a glare

"Duncan, I miss my mama." Your words turned broken, and you choked on a cry. "I know, sweetheart. I know." Duncan sat down next to you and you put your head on his shoulder.

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The other team looked at you both wearily when you returned. Your knuckles were blood red and you had tear marks on your face. But you both were smiling which was a clear sign that you both got VERY high.

You watched everyone face their fear and you even cheered for both teams.

But when it was Tylers turn to go into the chicken coop you laughed behind your hand. "There's no hope for that one." Duncan chuckled.

Tyler had a panic attack on the floor and you bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing, so hard that blood flooded your mouth.

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Courtney was scared of jelly.

Green jelly.

Duncan was already making plans to dress up in a costume for halloween. All Courtney had to do... was jump... into... the jelly.

Your eye twitched.

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You weren't surprised when she couldn't do it. To quote your best friend. "Coward fucking Courtney."

So of course your team lost... again.

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That night at the elimination bonfire it went as usual. Chris offered you two marshmallows because he saw how upset you were, and had apologized for the interns behavior.

You expected Courtney to go home, you knew that Duncan had voted for her, as well as yourself. But in the end Tyler went home.

And in totally unrelated news, Duncan and you had put one hundred and four chickens on a boat that totally was not the losers boat. (If you hear Tyler screaming... don't ask questions)

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Your team trudged back to your cabin in a sort of a depressed funk. DJ and you stayed outside in silence for a moment. "Can I be honest?" He sighed leaning back on the porch's stairs. "You never should be honest with an ex-con, but go ahead." You gave him this crazy looking smile.

"I don't get it." He admitted. "What?" You were confused. "How did they know your mama was dead? What do they have on you?" DJ questioned. That was a fair question. The only person who knew your mom was dead was your father, you, Duncan, one private doctor, Duncan's father-

Your heart skipped a beat.

"I don't know." You lied straight through your teeth.

"Well I'm sorry, kid. You've been through a lot haven't you?" DJ put a hand on your shoulder and you smiled weakly. "Lemme tell you about it some day." You smirked. "I'd love to hear it." DJ smiled warmly.

[codename-mom]

It's a piece of cake

Summary: Jack is turning six and Penelope wants to do something for the occasion, but Hotch may have a bad news for her. Or maybe not.

Characters: BAU team (Pentagone JJ's era) and Jack, Will and Henry

Contents: TW mention of nausea, but it's completely safe. :)

This is a text written for the CM Office Party challenge organized by @imagining-in-the-margins.

PS : English is not my mother language so they are necessarily mistakes. Sorry about that.

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                Hotch was trying to figure out why there was a seventeen pennies discrepancy in the agency's accounts when a tornado rolled into his office.

“Sir! Sir! Sir!”

“Garcia, calm down, he ordered her softly. And stop calling me “sir”, please.”

The young woman had been working under him for seven years and still hadn't broken this embarrassing habit. He knew why she did it – because he still impressed her despite the deplorable state she'd already seen him in – but it bothered him terribly every time. This "sir", supposedly respectful, added twenty years to his real age and added a layer of austerity to his already cold and distant appearance.

“… Hotch?” she murmured, suddenly shy.

“Better. What… why are you here?”

“I don’t disturb you, I hope?”

Aaron glanced in the direction of his interminable table of numbers and commas, still broken, then returned to his guest.

“… No. Go on.”

“Okay, she commented, starting to fidget again. It’s Jack’s birthday this week, isn’t it?”

“Yes. Thursday.”

“Perfect! That's exactly what I noted, she pointed out with a certain pride. Would… would you like me to prepare a little surprise party for him this weekend?”

If there was one thing the director hated, it was seeing disappointment on the faces of people he loved. And even more so on Penelope's plump face, which held a special place in his heart. Jack adored the technical analyst, who gave him all sorts of odds and ends every chance she got, and who told him extraordinary stories with boundless energy. And the agent cherished the little boy as if he were her own, never failing to notice that he was the unit's first baby – a fact that seemed crucial to her. Both would have gladly accepted this proposal. But…

“… In other words, there's already a party planned for him this weekend. Saturday, to be more precise.”

All the former hacker's enthusiasm died down like a soufflé. Hotch had to restrain himself from rising from his chair and taking her in his arms. However, his interlocutor was resourceful and her ingenious brain suggested an alternative route.

“And… and you’ve already organized it all?”

“I was all for it, but Jessica stopped me when I started to estimate precisely how much food each child would eat, taking into account their intolerances, allergies and other specific dietary requirements.”

He'd already built a chart based on what he'd read on the Internet, but his ex-sister-in-law had closed his laptop without even glancing at it.

“So nobody's organizing it anymore?”

“Actually, someone does. Jessica.”

“Ah. And you think she could need a hand?”

He sighed, feeling that this conversation could go round in circles for several more hours if he didn't quickly put things right.

“Penelope, what do you have in mind exactly?”

“Well, I'd like to throw a party in honor of Jack – who, I remind you, is the BAU first-born – with the whole team, as well as Will and Henry.”

“I see. Look, Jack loves you but… he’s about to be six, he just want to celebrate his birthday with kids of his age. With his school mates.”

Aaron saw that his protégée looked even more distressed than a few minutes earlier. He felt as if an invisible hand were crushing his heart. And it didn't get any better when she said, nose down and eyes wet:

“… Oh. Okay. So… sorry to have bothered you, sir. Well, Hotch, I mean.”

She slowly turned her back on him and walked away towards the door. Logic would have dictated that this discussion should end on this sad note, but he couldn't bring himself to let her leave with that discouraged expression. And so it was the turn of his brain's cogs to activate and deliver a parry that would suit everyone.

“Penelope.”

“Yes, sir?” she answered cheerlessly.

Looking sheepish, she almost stood on the threshold, her brown irises turned towards the carpet, as she no longer dared to face her superior's piercing gaze.

“…There's always a way to throw him a second birthday party the following weekend, he said, controlling the timbre of his voice as best he could. As long as he has cake and presents, he's happy, you know.”

The round ginger’s attitude changed in a split second. She straightened her shoulders, lifted her nose, smiled again and a warm glow lit up her eyes.

“So you don't mind if I prepare something for him?”

“No.”

“And you're giving me carte blanche?”

A shiver ran down the giant's spine.

“… Yes, of course.”

“Oh, thank you! Love you!”

She immediately ran in his direction, rounding the desk at full speed to take him in her arms, before setting off again at the same pace towards the exit. He then heard her trumpet the good news to the whole team. He didn't know if he'd made the right decision, but he'd clearly annihilated any sadness she'd felt earlier. A good thing done, he thought with a smile. Then he turned his attention back to his spreadsheet and frowned. Where did this penny difference come from?

                Two weeks later, as planned, father and son went to Garcia’s home. To keep the surprise going, the young woman had invited everyone to her home, and Aaron had used the pretext of a celebration of some kind to take his offspring with him. For good measure, the boy had drawn a group portrait, which he held proudly in his hands while his father pressed the doorbell. The hostess quickly opened the door and exclaimed, cotillions as necklaces:

“And here is the hero of the day! Welcome, my little duckling!”

She placed a kiss on his cheek, leaving a cherry-red mark.

“Hero of the day?”

“Come in,” Hotch advised him, smiling.

Jack took a few steps into the apartment and discovered his name banner hanging from the ceiling. All the guests present cried out in chorus to wish him a happy birthday, and the child was left stunned.

“Happy?” asked him the tenant.

“Yeah! That’s so cool! Thank you, Penelope!" he said, jumping around her neck, a smile reaching up to his ears.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

And she kissed the top of his head, as pleased as her guest of honor. She then released him so that he could rush over to the other agents and greet them appropriately.

“And all the team is here! So great!" he exclaimed, in the arms of the former liaison officer.

“We wouldn't have missed it for a million.”

“Not even to catch a bad guy?”

All eyes turned to the unit manager, who had taken the time to undo his jacket while following his son going around.

“We would have postponed it until the following weekend," he replied confidently.

The little boy was fascinated by superheroes, and rubbing shoulders with FBI agents always made him particularly happy. He felt extraordinarily privileged because he really knew people who were saving lives on a daily basis, like those characters he watched on television. And since Aaron only wanted the happiness of his descendant, he knew that the analyst's idea would please him enormously. To tell the truth, even if it hadn't been for his birthday, he would have been content to see them.

“Did you know?" the toddler questioned, coming back to him, his hair a mess.

“I've had a few clues, yes," he said, helping him off with his coat.

Spencer had picked up his drawing along the way and seemed to be studying it very seriously at Will's side. Henry was perched in his arms, gawking at the work. The two boys were two years apart, and the eldest's artistic talents left his cadet in awe.

“Come and sit down, everyone! Penelope called out, clapping her hands. Cake is ready.”

Everyone immediately moved closer to the table and chose a seat according to their preferences. Jack was invited to sit at one end, on a booster seat, and this attention was just right for him. Presiding over the assembly, he eagerly awaited the delicacy that the luscious redhead had prepared especially for him. Candles lit, barrels releasing clouds of sparks, she walked towards the group, who began to sing more or less in unison. The kid was walking on air. Cheered on by the spectators, he blew out all the flames and received a round of applause. Everyone congratulated him, and his delight grew even stronger.

                Then the cook removed all the candles to begin the cutting, and the munchkin's smile was instantly wiped away. Aaron immediately understood why.

“What? What's wrong?" worried the event organizer.

“Uh… Sorry, apologized her superior, embarrassed; I should have warned you, but Jack doesn't like pineapple.”

The cake boasted magnificent yellowish slices and a distinctive sweet smell emanated from the edifice of cream and fruit. There was absolutely no doubt about its composition.

“Oh, my God! Really?”

“Yes,” confirmed the saddened child.

His father guessed that he was blaming himself at not being able to appreciate the cake she had baked, and took his hand to reassure him. His son wasn't the most demanding of eaters, so he hadn't expected the computer expert to select the one food he refused to eat. He was therefore the only one to blame in the story, even if there were more urgent matters to deal with. All eyes were on the bespectacled blonde, who looked distraught.

“Oh. Uh… Well… I… Maybe… Hold on.”

She abandoned the spatula she had planned to use to cut the slices for her guests and returned to the kitchen. Hotch saw JJ and Emily wince. They felt bad for their fellow sister.

“Yes! Exclaimed their hostess victoriously. I… I still have some brownie, if you want.”

“Yeah! I love that!”

“So, the gentleman's brownie is advanced, she said, her joy restored. Just give me time to warm it up a bit.”

From his seat, Aaron saw her cut a generous slice, place it on a plate and pop it into the microwave. After setting the timer and pressing the start button, she returned to her guests and, with a smile on her face, continued:

“Is pineapple cake okay for everyone?”

“Yes, of course,” affirmed JJ.

“Perfect!” commented Dave, unfolding his towel and slipping it into the collar of his shirt.

“Don't hesitate to give me a big slice," asked Derek, already holding out his trough.

“Wonderful! Give me your plates.”

She then began diligently to break up her culinary work and, with an expert gesture, distributed the first edible block to her nearest neighbor. The manager watched her do it without saying a word, surveying the size of the remaining shares out of the corner of his eye. Then the oven emitted a loud "Ting!" and she let go of her utensils to bring back the day's celebrity snack. With the steaming brownie safely in the boy's hands, she planted new candles on the shiny crust. She continued dismembering her cake until all were served, then set fire to the wicks, lighting up Jack's already bright eyes.

                The disorganized choir began singing again, and the kid repeated his feat before the wax dripped onto the chocolate. After the applause, everyone melt into their meal, nibbling the stacked structure of pastry, cream and fruit spoonful after spoonful, all the while chatting happily. Aaron looked at his son's ecstatic face with a smile on his face. He had brown crumbs all around his mouth and chocolate on the tip of his nose, but his father was delighted for him. Seeing his offspring happy was what mattered most to him, notwithstanding the vital importance of his work for the well-being of his fellow citizens. The toddler met his gaze and he returned his blissful expression. Then Penelope's irises intercepted his and slid down to his still-full plate. He hastily swallowed another mouthful.

                Then it was time for gifts, and Jack energetically tore up all the colored papers before squealing happily as he discovered each of his presents. The profilers were right on target without having received any clues from the giant. The youngster was proud to show him all the toys he'd received, and commented on each one. Like a movie star, he thanked all his benefactors on the fly, his latest trophy still in his hand, and declared that they were "awesome". In response to this assertion, Garcia threw back a round of cake, offering a sizeable slice to her boss, who thanked her with a nod. Behind his navel, his digestive system snorted violently as the caramelized odor reached his nostrils. He clenched his teeth.

                A little later, while Jack, Will, Derek and Dave had taken their places on the sofa to play video games, and Spencer, Emily and the tenant of the premises were chatting in another corner of the living room, JJ and Aaron were still seated at the table. He noticed the crinkling of his former liaison officer's eyelids. She was staring at him with too much insistence for his taste, but he guessed why.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, I… - he managed a pause – I try to convince my stomach to digest what I forced it to ingurgitate.”

As if to confirm his words, the principal concerned rushed dangerously under his ribs.

“What do you mean?" she raised an eyebrow, puzzled.

“I… I hate pineapple.”

For as long as he could remember, he had loathed this fruit. He hated its taste as much as its fibrous texture and shunned it like the plague. When he got Jack back after almost two years without seeing him grow up, he had to rediscover little by little everything the child would or wouldn't eat, sometimes coming back several times to make sure that the first refusal was the result of a genuine disgust and not a simple apprehension of the novelty. In fact, he'd had to put pineapple back in his shopping basket, praying he wouldn't have to finish it. In the end, it was Jessica who took charge, as her nephew rejected this food with at least as much force as his progenitor.

“What? Croaked JJ, before lowering her voice. But… you ate two slices of her cake.”

“I know, he growled, holding back another retching. But did you see the look on her face when she found out Jack wouldn't eat it? I wasn't going to tell her that I didn't either. She prepared this birthday party for two weeks.”

“Aaron, did you just force yourself to swallow two slices of a cake filled with a fruit you hate just so you wouldn't upset her?”

“Yes.”

Jennifer shook her head in dismay.

“It’s going to kill you one day, you know.”

“And what was I supposed to do? He retorted immediately. Tell her I find it disgusting.”

“No, you could have told her that you don't like pineapple either and that you wouldn't have minded a slice of brownie yourself, she suggested in a tone of the obvious. She's the one who made it, she would have been happy that you liked her recipe. Even if it wasn't the one originally intended.”

Hotch analyzed this proposal and realized that it was not without meaning. On a contrary. And it would have spared him that unpleasant feeling of being on the deck of a sinking ship. Drops of sweat beaded on his forehead and icy waves crisscrossed his entire torso as he couldn't help swallowing to repel what was at the back of his throat.

“… Too late.”

“Okay. How high are you on the nausea scale?”

“So much so that if anyone ever says the name of this fruit again, I can't guarantee that I'll keep it all.”

Just uttering those words made his esophagus rebel, and he had to concentrate not to let go.

“I'll see if I've got anything in my bag to help you get over the hump,” said his neighbor, looking at him strangely, probably torn between pity and the desire to slap him in the face.

“Thank you.”

“And next time, speak.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

JJ stood up with a smile and reached for her purse. In the meantime, Jack returned to his father and climbed onto his lap, not without putting all his weight on his belly, already battered from the inside. Aaron put on a brave face, however, so as not to spoil the party.

“Do you have fun?”

“Yeah! Confirmed the little boy. Spencer, he’s doing magic tricks so great!”

“Yes, I’ve seen it.”

“How is he doing?”

“I don’t know. Those are secrets of magician.”

Sitting further back than the multi-graduate's spectators, he saw what the latter couldn't, and thus understood some of the young agent's sleight of hand. But he would say absolutely nothing to keep Reid's mystery to his son.

“Can you do magic tricks too?”

“No.”

“Oh, he said, disappointed. Why?”

“Because. I can’t do everything. No one can do everything.”

“Oh,” he repeated, pouting.

Year after year, the boy realized that his extraordinary dad, who saved so many people and stopped so many villains, was perhaps not so fantastic after all. Sure, he still had an impeccable suit, a very nice watch and an FBI card that opened a lot of doors, but he couldn't cook, wasn't extremely wealthy, didn't fly the BAU’s private jet, couldn't fix electronic games and, now, had no gift for magic. The toddler assimilated this new disillusionment while his progenitor – usually attentive to this kind of tragic revelation – tried to ignore the acid smell that rose up his nose.

“Dad?”

“Yes, Jack.”

“I thought you don’t like pineapple.”

“I don’t,” he admitted with a feverish smile.

“So why did you eat the cake?”

“Because your father is an idiot,” declared JJ reappearing by their side.

She sat down in her place, grabbed the water jug placed in the middle of the table and filled the titan's glass.

“Really?” wondered the youngster, fluttering his eyelids.

Like all children, he did not perceive the second degree, which the adults around him handled with varying degrees of dexterity. At six, he was just beginning to grasp that he wasn't always being told the truth, and that some of the answers he was given were in fact humorous red herrings. But systematically, he took all the statements made by grown-ups at face value in the first place.

“What JJ means is that, in order not to make Penelope sad, I've agreed to eat something that's going to make me sick, he confessed, before taking the glass in which a pale yellow mixture now sparkled. But, thanks to the magic of this, it should get better.”

“What's that?" he asked immediately, curious.

“Secret," quipped the blonde as Hotch sipped his life-saving beverage.

Jack watched him do this for a moment then redirected his attention to ex-agent Jareau, his discreet eyebrows furrowed.

“But I didn't want to make Penelope sad either.”

“No, but you're all forgiven, the mother reassured him, stroking his cheek. Don’t worry.”

“Is that true?”

“Yes," confirmed his father, putting down his glass before kissing him on the forehead.

The rest of the afternoon passed without a hitch, with JJ's magic potion working beyond his patient's expectations. Then came the terrible moment of separation, the only couple invited indicating that it was time for them to go home – a bath and a meal awaited Henry, who grunted with fatigue.

“There's some cake left, Garcia pointed out, appointing the third of the pastry that was still intact. Who want some?”

“Me!" Spencer replied sharply, raising his arm.

“I wouldn’t say no,” Rossi agreed.

“I'll be fine," said Derek, who had had the largest portions of the group.

“Ditto, supported Prentiss, satiated. I'm already going to have to roll back to my car…”

The analyst served the gourmands, then turned her gaze to the last ones not to have spoken.

“Hotch?”

“Uh… that is..." he stammered, thinking quickly to get out of this trap.

“I know Jack doesn't like it, but you and Jessica can always eat some.”

He opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, but felt a violent kick strike his shin under the table. He then met the menacing gaze of the wiry blonde beside him. The message was clear: he had to refuse this proposal at all costs. The problem remained to find the right reason not to leave with something that neither he nor his son would eat, without hurting the feelings of the person who had taken the time to cook it.

“A… actually, Jessica doesn’t eat it either. She’s… she’s allergic.”

“Oh.”

At the edge of his field of vision, he saw JJ's bluish irises roll into her eye sockets.

“On the other hand, he continued, I'd like your brownie recipe. Jack loved it.”

“Of course! Rejoiced the pastry chef energetically. No problem. I’ll send you an e-mail.”

“Great.”

“Yeah!" exclaimed the little boy, salivating in anticipation.

Jennifer and her companion retrieved what was left, but not without her gaze lingering on the giant. He couldn't decide whether she resented him for piling one lie on top of another, or whether she appreciated the fact that he had reached a compromise in spite of everything. At this hour, however, he was mostly happy that his son had had an excellent second birthday party and that it hadn't turned into a disaster in his desire not to offend anyone. One day, perhaps, he'd find the courage to express his true feelings; in the meantime, it was time to take all these toys home without leaving a single accessory behind.

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And this is the second entry for the CM Office Party challenge. This one was written just for the occasion (as the next one). That was fun! :D

I love to describe Hotch as the silly idiot he can be sometimes (remember when he litteraly beg to go back to work when the doctor was saying that he's going to be deaf). XD

[weabdl]

The Study

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College is the time in people's lives when they are supposed to be out partying, studying, and doing things that make them enjoy their youth, but nope, here I am working a dead-end job every night trying my best to make enough money to pay my tuition. Sara was mopping the floor when she felt her phone buzz causing her ass to jiggle. She quickly pulled her phone out and noticed it was an email from her psychology professor with a link to a research study and a little bit of text saying that if she participated, they would cover her tuition.

Sara tapped the link as fast as her fingers would allow, hoping that this was real and not some scam where she would get malware or something of the sort. But just like she hopped she was brought to a page with a header that read, “Study for Tuition Coverage”, she couldn’t believe her eyes! All the page asked for was her name, phone number, and student id. After that, it said they would contact her by the next day if they believed she was a good candidate for the study. After sighing and realizing that this was normal and helped prove this wasn’t a scam, she put her phone back in her pocket and went back to mopping the dirty ass floors.

The next day Sara’s phone went off at 7 am, the same time as always but this time she noticed an email sitting in her school outlook, it was from the psychology department and had the subject of “Study Position Open”. Sara’s heart began to beat insanely fast, her hands shaking making it hard for her to open the email at all. But once she did her mind came to a raging halt. The email practically told her that they would cover her tuition, but she couldn’t tell anyone about the study and would require her to submit pictures of herself every three hours. If she was ok with these conditions, she would meet the study director at noon at the depicted location.

Sure, it was weird, but it was definitely worth her tuition getting covered, she could graduate with no debt and maybe even some money saved up. Quickly she got ready and went about her morning classes barely containing her excitement and desire to tell others about the study. Mostly in fear that she would lose her position to them. A few minutes before noon she arrived at the location mentioned in the email but the doors, she found herself in front of didn’t open they were locked. No matter how hard she pulled they wouldn’t budge.

Oh well, the psychology professor would open the doors once he arrived. But he never came and once she finally started to get upset thinking this whole thing was a ruse, she heard the door make an audible click. Quickly she looked at her phone and noticed that it was exactly noon. She slowly reached for the handle and pulled the door open revealing a room with only a table and something pink on the table. As she got closer, she quickly realized what it was!

It was a pink diaper with a note under it. She slowly reached to pick up the diaper and grabbed the note with her other hand. It read as follows, “The study you have been chosen to participate in is a study that is interested in finding out the effectiveness of diaper training on mental health and grade improvement. If you agree to continue and participate in the study, please put the item in question on and exit the room, if anyone notices and asks why you are wearing such an item, please respond with any other excuse except for telling them about this study, if you do any money given will be taken back and you will be held accountable. If you put the item in question on your full tuition will be paid in full by the time you leave the room, and any money you have paid to the school will be paid back to you by check. If you wish to not participate, then you may leave the item behind and leave. You will not be contacted again.”

Sara couldn’t believe her eyes, but no matter how weird this was she needed the money! Quickly she undressed, pulling her pants and panties off, replacing them with the medium-sized diaper that had lay on the table before. Upon further inspection she noticed it had princess prints all across it, reminding her of the pull-ups she wore when she used to wet the bed. Once the diaper was secured and she managed to pull her jeans back into place hoping that no one would notice her ass growing two sizes she left the room. Then almost as if someone was watching her an email arrived.

“A picture is required three hours from now, please make sure the diaper is used, you can accomplish this with urine or feces, but it must be used to stay in the study. Your tuition has been paid and can be checked in the business office, but please remember this study is confidential, you can’t talk about any of this with anyone!” Sara read the email quickly and in slight shock but with expectations being met she found her way to the nearest water fountain and began slurping up every drop she could, she knew if she wanted to keep her tuition paid for, she was going to have to make this diaper droop.

[chemicalalice]

Fic: The Greater Good - Kinktober Day 7

Title: The Greater Good

Summary: Sometimes you needed to do difficult things for the greater good of all.

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x female!Reader

Warnings: oral sex (m receiving), swearing. Please be mindful of yourself and do not read if this content bothers you. 18+ only!

Word count: 2963

AN: Even my Jake stories are still somehow a little bit about Bob? I got a thing for Lewis Pullman I guess lol

Jake trusted you. He made it pretty clear that you were one of the few people he opened up to completely. You valued his trust in you, and you never wanted to betray him. Ever.

You felt guilty, laying there with him completely relaxed and knowing that what you were going to do would be completely taking advantage of that hard earned trust.

You felt guilty; but not guilty enough not to do it. And now, with him half a sleep and vulnerable, you took your chance.

"Jake?" You kept yourself voice soft, not wanting to rouse him out of his stupor, and you stroked your fingers though his hair gently. That always made him nice and pliant.

"Hmm?" It was more than a grunt than a reply.

"Nat wants to have a Halloween party at the Hard Deck this weekend. Costumes and all. I want to go."

"Sure baby, yeah."

You bit your lip. "I bought costumes. Will you wear one with me? Please?"

"Uh huh, sure baby." His eyes weren't even open.

"You promise?" Your voice was down to a whisper.

"Promise." One word, followed by a snore. You smiled at your success.

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The conversation had gone like this:

"I will give you a hundred bucks if you get him to do it."

"Nat!" You laughed at your friend. "No way. Not enough money in the world would convince him to dress up."

"I will bake you cookies every week for a year!"

You hesitated on that one. Not because you wanted the cookies, but because you didn't want to hurt her feelings. Her cookies sucked.

"I'm trying to cut back on sugar..."

Nat raised an eyebrow and nodded down at the sugary pumpkin spice chai latte sitting innocently in front of you. Busted. You winced.

Natasha sighed heavily. "You really are going to make me bust out the big guns, aren't you? Fine. If you get Jake to dress up at the party, I will...." her voice lowered, even though there was no one in the Starbucks that they knew, "tell Bob how I feel."

"Deal." You didn't hesitate on that one. "Thank fucking god, by the way. If I have to watch you two give each other eyes when the other isn't looking for one more night I'm going to lose it!"

Natasha groaned and slouched back in her chair. "I'm telling you, you are imagining it. And if you are wrong, and I tell him, it is going to seriously fuck things up with our partnership."

You leaned across the table, placing your hand over hers. "Trust me. He is 100% just as into you." You leaned back and reached for your cup. "Now tell me what you are wearing to the party."

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It was an ambush attack. He had just gotten home; just twisted off the top of a beer; wasn't even finished swallowing's the first sip when you pounced.

"Ta da!" You had a hanger in each hand, a Halloween costume hanging off each one and a big smile stretched across your face. Jake choked and began to cough.

"Jesus, baby!" He gasped when he finally got his breathing back under control. He was eyeing the costumes you held, a weary look settling over his face. "What are those?"

"Well, you remember last week right before bed when we were talking about Nat's party?"

"Vaguely..." he replied slowly.

"Its a Halloween party. She wants people to dress up. You told me ok." Your voice was casual. Don't worry folks, nothing to see here. Just another normal night out.

Jake's eyes narrowed and you could see him slowly start to connect the dots, and a picture he wasn't liking was starting to take shape. "Ok...."

"And these are our costumes. I told you I picked them out and you said ok." He was silent in his horror, and you just continued to smile. "You got home later than I expected. We should probably get changed now if we don't want to be late."

"I am not wearing that!" He yelled, pointing at the green tunic and tights draped over the hanger you held aloft in you right hand. You wanted to laugh at the panic in his voice, at the aghast look on his face.

"You promised," you reminded him sweetly. "I always wanted to go as Tinkerbell, with someone to go as Peter Pan with me! I really appreciate you doing this."

Jake's beer was forgotten on the counter as he crossed his arms and straightened, defiance settling on his face. "There is absolutely no way I am wearing that, babe. And you can pout all you want, I am not changing my mind. Hard no."

You tossed the costumes on the kitchen table and crossed to wear he stood, reaching up to cup his face in your hands. You had known he was going to resist, but you also knew that in the end he would cave. For as much as he was a cocky asshole on the surface, he was as soft as a marshmallow on this inside, especially when it came to you; you loved him for it, and tried to never, ever, to take advantage of it, of him. But sometimes, for the greater good of the world, you would. And getting Jake into a Peter Pan costume, with tights, was definitely for the greater good of the world.

"Babe, please? For me?" He winced and tried to turn away, but you held on firm, keeping him facing you.

"No."

"Come on, why not? It will be fun! I really want us to do this together." You allowed a hint of pleading to slip into your voice.

"Bradshaw would never let me live it down if showed up in that," Jake protested.

You scoffed. "First of all, I am sure Roo is going to be wearing something he thinks is hilarious but is actually pretty stupid. Second, are you going to let him think you were too chicken to dress up?" A low blow. "And thirdly, and most importantly," your hands left his face and drifted down his chest, sliding slowly around his middle, and then squeezed his ass. "There is no man on Earth who could make those tights look as good as you; not without an ass like this."

You were pressed tight against him, and you could feel his dick twitch in interest even between two layers of clothing. You tried not to smirk. Although you never said it out loud, you thought Jake's ego was actually a mask for insecurity; a coping method. Stroking it was always a step in the right direction to getting him to agree to something.

"No," he repeated and looked away, but there wasn't as much conviction this time.

You took a breath; big guns it was. "Natasha said that if you do this, she will tell Bob she has the hots for him." Jake's head whipped back to you, eyes incredulous. Jake had a huge, take it to the grave, soft spot for Bob. The two of you had been trying to get your friends together for ages. "That's what I said! So we gotta do this!"

Jake groaned as he wrapped his arms around you. You smiled into his chest. Gotcha.

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Natasha was talking to you, but you weren't listening. Probably protesting the fact that you had followed through on your end of the bargain and now she had to make good on hers. The guys had, predictably, given Jake a huge amount of shit for his costume, but now that the initial ribbing was over you were silently thanking Natasha for the gift she had given you.

Your attention was fixed on Jake, where he was leaning over to line up a shot at the pool table. When you had had said it, it had been a line. But watching him now, you realized it had been the god honest truth: there was no man on Earth who could fill out that outfit like Jake did. Your head tilted to follow as he bent over more and you practically shot out of your chair when Natasha smacked your arm; hard.

"Jesus! What was that for?" you demanded, rubbing at the sting.

Nat rolled her eyes. "You are just as bad as him. I'm trying to talk to you and you are ignoring me and perving out."

It was your turn to roll your eyes. "I am not 'perving out'. I'm dating the guy; I'm allowed to look," you protested. "Come on Nat, the man is hot!"

A sigh of defeat. "I was hoping he would look a lot more ridiculous. How can he make even cheap polyester Halloween costumes look good? Even that ridiculous hat looks cute on him!" The little hate was a nice touch.

"Ok, but more importantly, what about Bob? Aren't you due for a nice little chat with him tonight?" You ignored her groan of protest and turned back to face the bar. You wanted another drink and, honestly, wouldn't be able to properly focus on your friend if you kept looking at Jake.

Natasha groaned and dropped her head to her arms that were resting on the bar. "I don't think you realize just how bad things are going to be if I tell him how I feel and he doesn't feel the same. It is going to ruin everything!"

You hooked your arm around your friend's neck and pulled her close. It killed you to see her like this, and Jake wasn't in bright green tights for nothing. "Look, Nat, normally I would never betray a friend's confidence like this but....Bob told Jake he feels the same about you. He is crazy about you! And he is just as afraid if the same things you are. But Bob is Bob, you know? And that means he is never going to say anything. I promise you, nothing bad is going to happen, but it is up to you to say something if you ever want anything to happen."

Natasha picked her head up and looked at you. "Really?"

"Really." You smiled at your friend and gave it a minute for everything to sink in. Then you were rapping your knuckles on the bar and standing. "I gotta use the restroom. You better not still be sitting here when I get back. Go get your man!"

If the Hard Deck had any drawbacks, it was the bathrooms. Two small rooms, no stalls. On a busy night the lines could be killer. But tonight, luck was on your side; no lines.

You had just barely touched the door knob when something hit your back, propelling you into the room. You heard to lock click and then the person was on you, forcing you back against the wall, lips devouring you hungerly. You shoved, and Jake stumbled back.

"What the hell Jake! I almost had a heart attack!"

"I have to say, I really never saw a point to Halloween past the 7th grade, but getting to watch you in this cute little fairy dress all night has really given me a new appreciation for the day. Plus," He paused, voice switching from casual to coercing, "you owe me... On your knees, princess."

Ah. You shot a glance at the locked door and then focused back on Jake. Despite his ambush and surety of his words, Jake was, at the end of the day, a gentleman, and he respected the word 'no'. The bar was busy, and it wouldn't take long before someone would be knocking on the door, demanding to know what was taking so long. Still, you found yourself slowly sinking to your knees.

His hands immediately fell to his waist, hiking up the polyester tunic and pulling the tights underneath down just far enough to allow his cock to spring free. "Good girl," he purred.

You leaned in eagerly, bracing one hand on his thigh and using the other to guide him to your lips. He wasn't completely hard, but that would change soon enough.

You took him into your mouth, and at the first swirl of your tongue around him Jake's head thudded back on the wall as he let out a moan of appreciation. "I am never going to get enough of that sweet mouth of yours, sweetheart."

You hummed in response, and felt him fill to full hardness at the vibrations. Normally you liked to go slow, tease him, make him beg, but you were all too aware that it wasn't an option here.

You pulled off and gave a few pulls on his cock with your fist. "I want you to take what you need."

He was silent, eyes darkening, as he placed both his hands on the back of your head and guided you back towards his cock. Your lips parted easily for him, both hands resting on his thighs to steady yourself for what was to come.

The initial push into your mouth was gentle, but as he continued, the thrusts become rougher, pushing deeper each time. When his cock hit the back of your throat he paused briefly, hands tightening their grip on head, low groan escaping his lips; and then he kept pushing. He held you in place as he forced all of himself down into your throat. You squeezed your eyes shut and swallowed to accommodate the intrusion, forced away the instinctual panic that always flared up as your airflow was choked off by his cock.

He pulled out and you barely had time to suck in breath before he was pushing back in and fucking into your throat with intent. Jake normally wasn't like this when you went down on him, but he had a rough streak, something he didn't allow himself to give into very often. It didn't bother you, but it bothered him; worried him that he would go too far and hurt you. But you trusted him, and you let him take what he wanted, just as you had asked him to do.

"Look at me," he demanded, panting roughly, thumbs swiping away the tears that slipped from your eyes as you opened them and gazed up at him from. "Fuck, sweetheart, such a good girl for me, taking my dick like that. Love seeing you choke on my cock."

You tried to moan, wanted to, but the noise was cut off by a deep thrust. It should have been ridiculous: him in the costume, green tights, elf hat perched on his head, your flimsy nylon and plastic wings shuddering with each thrust he made. Maybe it was, if someone else were to walk in as see. But Natasha had been right, Jake could make anything look good; your soaked panties was the proof of that.

Jake breathing was starting to hitch, and you could feel his thighs start to tremble under your palms. You knew he wasn't going to last much longer.

"That's it, that it's it baby. Keep taking my cock, just like that baby." His eyes were closed again, head back against the wall, holding your head in place as he chased his release.

He was still thrusting when the first spirt of cum hit your tongue, thick and salty. Then he was curling over you, cursing and moaning your name, pulling you closer, pressing himself as deep as he could as he shot his cum down your throat. You tried to swallow it all, but you felt some, mixed with your saliva, slip out to drip down your chin and land on your knee.

He was panting heavily, chest heaving, when he finally allowed himself to fall from your mouth. You sagged forward, resting your cheek just above his knee as you struggled to catch your breath. Your eyes had slipped closed and so you jumped slightly when Jake's palm cupped the back of your head once more, thumb stroking along your cheek.

"Are you ok? Was I too rough?" Jake's voice was soft, tinged with worry. Ever the gentlemen even after getting blown in a bathroom bar.

"I am so ok, baby," you murmured, smile stretching across your face at his concern. Then you were stretching your arms up and he was helping you to stand.

A quick glance in the mirror confirmed that the damage wasn't as bad as it could be; you lips were red and swollen, there was going to be no hiding that, but the rest of your glittery make up was pretty much intact.

Jake waited patiently as you cupped your hand under the faucet for water, rinsed your mouth out and then cleaned off your chin.

You caught Jakes's eyes in the mirror. It didn't matter what you looked like; Jake's pleased grin would make it obvious he just got some action. You rolled you eyes. Thank god you loved the man.

As if reading your mind he closed the small space between you and forced you to turn to face him. This time when he kissed you it was soft, lingering. "I love you." His thumb ran along your cheek a final time as he cupped your face. It came away with a smudge of glitter.

You burst out laughing. "Your dick probably looks like it just had a fun time at a strip club."

Jake's brows dipped in confusion before he saw the glitter that was on his hand and he groaned. "I can't believe I let you talk me into this."

"A public bathroom blow job? That was all you, baby."

You patted him on the chest and then leaned up to give him one last kiss before pulling completely away and heading for the door. "Just remember, baby, it was for the greater good."

[maeleelee]

𝒞𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾'𝓈 𝒽𝑜𝓉.

This will be a story following the life of Wooyoung and his sister Y/N. They're the next King and Queen of Utopia. They don't want anyone knowing though, so they go to college and hid the fact that they're royal from everyone but their two best friends Mae and Cassi. Everyone finds out about them being royal after a new article comes out saying Y/N getting married. She doesn't want to marry this man she's been arrange to because she's in love with her brother's best friend, Yeosang. Who gonna get's the happy ending?

warnings: cussing, drinking, grinding, girls making out, cigarettes, If I missed any let me know.

There is a written part under the twitter posts.

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"You take forever." Jongho said as he leaned against the pole, an annoyed look on his face. You couldn’t tell if it was to you guys, or the boys running around him. 

"Sorry. I had to get everyone ready." Mae said, pointing to the people behind her, rolling her eyes at Jongho. You followed close beside Mae, holding her hand. 

"Okay, goal for the night, make sure you end up back at Mae's apartment." You told everyone, looking at each of them to make the point clear. They all nodded. 

"Y/n." You heard your name and spun around. Minho was smiling and waving at you, with a man at his side, smiling just as big as Minho. "You made it." You said. 

"This is Han. Han, this is y/n." Minho said, as  Han smiled at you and held his hand. You pulled him into a hug instead.

"It's so nice to meet you, this is the group of chaos makers I was telling you about earlier. Everyone, this is Minho and Han." Everyone waved at the two. 

"Let's go. I'm ready for a double shot." Woo whined, as he pulled Yeosang and Mae towards the bar. "Dinner that bad?" Yeosang asked the boy. 

"They're always horrible." You mumbled.

"But we're here to have fun, not be annoyed, so it's party time." Mae smiled, as she wrapped her arm around your shoulder. Woo winked at Mae and they all headed towards the bar. Most were laughing and skipping. Mae had to beg someone to stop before they fell and hurt themselves. 

They arrived at the karaoke bar and rented out a room for two hours. Drinks were brought in and food was laid out on tables. Shots were taken as they cheered with each other. The girls started the singing, then the boys took over. It went back and forth between the groups for a while before the girls tapped out and went to sit back down. They were all giggling at the boys, as they were singing along to the song playing. They were all tipsy, having the time of their life, just enjoying themselves. Minho and Han clicked pretty quick. No one questioned anything or how they knew him, which you and Woo were happy about. 

“Hey there’s a party going on down the street. Wanna go?” Woo asked, as he stood in front of Mae. 

“Sure. Are we taking everyone?” Mae giggled, as she nodded towards the group of boys, who were laughing at Mingi for squeaking during a song. 

“Hey. Party. Down the street. Come on.” Woo said, as he yelled at the boys, who were still laughing. Everyone looked at Woo and nodded. They grabbed their stuff and everyone finally walked out the doors. Soon they were walking through the front door and into the party. Woo smiled at the host. 

“You made it. Hell yes.” They high fived and the host tilted his head toward the girls, nodding. “And these are?” 

Hongjoong stepped out and shook his head. “All of them are taken. Don’t even think about it.” 

The host looked at Woo, and Woo smirked an evil smirk. “I wouldn’t if I were you. The one in the middle, could and would, cut you in half, but be my guest.” He watched the guy look at Mae, who sent him a glare.

“Come on. I want a shot.” Y/n said, pushing her way between her brother and the host. Cassi and Kayla followed behind her, rolling their eyes at the host. 

Mae started that way and spun back towards Woo to grab his collar. “Come on, pretty boy.” She smirked as she pulled him towards her. He followed her, the rest of the guys following after him. Some were dragged away by others already at the party. 

Soon half of them were dancing with each other or people on the dance floor.  The other half had found a way to play beer pong. “Drink up bitch.” You smirked at Mae.

Everyone at this rate had more than enough to hit that comfy drunk zone. Most could still understand what they were doing thankfully. “I wanna dance.” Mae told you as you two finished the game. 

“Oh. Let’s go.” You said, as you grabbed Kayla’s and Cassi’s hand. You drug them to the dance floor and started dancing with them. The boys continued playing beer pong and just talked with each other. 

You had pulled Kayla to you and started to sway her back and forth. Mae had Cassi pressed against her, fingers digging into her hips as they swayed against each other. This happened every time the two of them would get drunk together. Everyone in the friend group knew that, so the boys didn’t question it. If Hongjoong didn’t care, they didn’t care. Hongjoong knew Cassi knew she belonged to him. 

You spun Kayla around in circles and giggled together. Mae and Cassi giggled with them as they continued to sway. “Think one of the guys has cigarettes?” Mae asked you three. 

“Woo normally always has some when we go out because he knows you ask for them everytime.” You said as you smirked at Mae. Mae stepped away from Cassi and headed towards Woo. The others followed behind Mae, giggling about something as they walked. 

Mae’s eyes landed on a girl who was a little too close to Woo, but Woo looked super uncomfortable. As the girl touched Woo’s arm, you shoved Mae lightly towards Woo. “Go get your man.” You said softly. 

Mae stepped over towards Woo, touching his hand lightly. “Hey babe. Do you happen to have a cigarette and a lighter?” Woo smiled at Mae and nodded.

“Of course.” He dug into his pocket and pulled out a pack and a lighter. “Come on. I’ll walk with you outside.” He said, as he pushed her lightly towards the door not looking back at the girl he just walked away from.

“Who was that?” You asked your brother as he lit Mae’s cigarette for her. 

“I have no clue. She walked up and started talking to us. When Hongjoong didn’t pay her attention, she turned to me. Couldn’t blame Joong though. He couldn’t keep his eyes off his girl grinding on my girl.” Woo looked at Mae from her toes to her eyes, as he leaned against the ledge of the railing. 

“Cassi’s hot.” Mae said. She shrugged as she puffed on her cigarette, blowing the smoke in the air. 

Yeosang and Seonghwa walked out with Hongjoong onto the balcony. “Oh there you guys are. There’s a girl in there complaining to San about how you completely ignored her once ‘some bitch’ came over.” Yeosang said to you five. 

“Of course she’s throwing out the bitch card.” You hissed out. 

Mae shrugged. “I mean, she’s not wrong.” 

“Doesn’t mean she can say it without knowing you first.” Cassi mumbled under her breath. Mae put the cigarette out on the bottom of her boot as she watched the boys turn around for a second, to yell at someone they all knew. She walked over and squatted by the chair Cassi was sitting in. 

“Look at me baby.” When Cassi refused, Mae grabbed her by the cheeks and turned her face to her. “Cut it out, now.” Mae said, sharply. 

Cassi pouted. “But-“ before Cassi could continue, Mae pushed her lips onto Cassi’s to make her stop talking. 

“Hey Woo. Hongjoong.” You giggled, as you watched the two girls kiss. This was normal to you as well. The girls might have been best friends, but some had liquor in their system and they’re apparently dating. 

“Yes?” They both turned to you. 

“Take your girls home.” You giggled as you nodded towards the two, who were in a full blown make out session. 

“We turn around for a second. I swear.” Hongjoong sighed. Woo pulled out his phone and snapped a picture real quick. Yeosang laughed at Woo taking the picture. 

“Priceless. Come on. I wanna dance.” He grabbed your hand and Seonghwa smiled at Kayla as he held out his hand. “Let’s have some fun, yeah?” She nodded and they walked inside to the dance floor.

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So, there are two choices. One: Follow Woo, Mae, Hongjoong, and Cassi for the night of their life -> Two: Follow y/n, Kayla, Yeosang, Seonghwa, and Jongho on an adventure getting back at Mae's apartment. ->

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