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fordaryl · 4 months

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Breathe.

minors dni. spencer reid x fem!reader. angst (drowning). soft confessions. office sex.

after a brush with death, long pent-up feelings are released.

do not translate or repost.

The small disused space was busy with piled boxes, an archiving chore put aside for an unspecified future day. It made the forgotten room a perfect meeting place when the office had cleared out for the night.

You saved it only for the especially hard days.

The days you needed to see him alone.

He knocks softly, like you aren't the only two left on the floor of the building at this late hour – like he doesn't know you're waiting just for him.

You wring the hem of your cardigan in your hands as he enters, as he closes the door gently behind him and twists the small lock – just to be safe.

Then you're both still. Quiet. Waiting for the other to speak first.

Your lips part. You'd planned to be the first to speak, but instead you suck in an unsteady breath. You're not in control. Not at all.

"That bad?" he asks, taking one big but hesitant step towards you.

Bad? Bad wasn't the right word. He'd meant it like you'd had a rough day in the office. Like you could sleep it off. Like it was just another heavy case and you'd come out a little worn but soon ready for the next.

He'd died.

Your eyes burn with unshed tears.

"Hey," he soothes, closing the distance between you. "I'm fine, really. Coughed up a bit of pool water, that's all. I've got the all clear," he offers you a lopsided smirk, "despite how bacteria ridden the average chlorinated pool is. I don't recommend drinking the water. If you can help it."

You blink up at him as one tear breaks free, spilling over your lower lid and down your cheek.

A complete lack of any minds eye spared you from the image of him laid out on the cold tiles — soaking wet and completely still.

Aphantasia, he'd explained to you one day a few months earlier. A woefully understudied characteristic of some people that meant an inability to visualise.

You've never been more grateful for your deficiency. It was different for him; his memories. Spencer could see them all. You often wondered how he coped.

"You drowned," you whisper into the dark room. "You were dead."

"My heart never stopped, I–"

"Spencer," you interrupt, heart racing. "You weren't breathing. You were so still and I thought I wouldn't—"

"You saved me," he says softly. "I'm okay." He reaches up to your temple and ever so gently brushes some of your hair off your forehead. It's a completely pointless gesture, apart from being the final straw, that is.

The dam bursts as his finger brushes your skin, feather-light. "I can't do it," you gasp. "I can't. I can't do it."

"Please. Please, don't cry." He pulls you against him. "I hate when you cry."

You bury your face in his neck, wetting his warm skin with fresh tears.

"You won't have to do it ever again," he says, misunderstanding your meaning entirely. "No bodies of water for me, promise."

You shake your head, too busy choking on tears to verbally correct him.

"Everything's fine," he soothes. "Ple-ase." The last word comes out a little broken, a crack in his voice splintering the vowels in the middle.

You pull back from him, enough to look up into his sad eyes. "I didn't mean... I mean't..."

His thumbs wipe at your cheeks.

You suck in a shaky breath. "I mean't... I can't feel all this anymore. I'm so afraid." Another shaky inhale. "Every day. Anytime you aren't near me..."

His hands drop from your face. Confused. This was his confused face. He was attempting to interpret.

"I can't make it go away," you whisper. "I love- I love you and every day you might..." He's blinking at you, a lock of wavy hair falling over one of his eyes. You need him to speak now, take some of the weight off you. You're so tired. "I'm afraid," you confess again. "You can't do that again. Please. You can't–"

"You love me?"

You pause, processing his simple words. Then, "You didn't know?"

He blinks. Again, "You... You love me?"

"Yes," you breathe. A release. "Of course. I'm in love with you. I thought you... how could you not know? I—"

"You've never told me."

He says it simply. Like that's the only way he could possibly have known. You didn't tell him, therefore how could he ever interpret your blatant lovesick adoration as anything other than friendly consideration.

Everyone else knew. The entire team had known about your crush from the earliest days. Some of them had known before you had figured it out yourself.

But not him. Apparently.

"I'm sorry," is what you find yourself saying, eyes burning again. You drop your eyes to the floor. "I'd really.... I'd like to stay friends. Please." You pick at a loose thread in your cardigan, a consequence of your nervous habit. "I need you, I think. I think I need you."

Every move he makes after the last word of your confession leaves your lips is incredibly delicate; he's slow and almost cautious as he hooks his fingers under your chin.

He looks sad when your eyes meet his. He's doing that thing that always leave your chest aching. They're big and dark and so, so full of feeling. "Don't cry," he whispers again.

You nod, like you have any control at all. Anything to stop the sad eyes.

Then he's leaning down. His lips ghost against your cheek, just enough to collect a tear. Then the other cheek. Just a brush of soft lips to wet skin. Then he's ghosting over your lips. His final word is so quiet you almost miss it. It's so quiet you aren't entirely sure he meant it for your ears at all.

"Please."

His lips are wet against yours when he finally closes that tiny little gap. It's too much for your entirely overwhelmed and exhausted mind to process properly. Your fingers drop the hem of your cardigan, suddenly lax and completely free of any responsibility.

His hand rests at your lower back. You're grateful for the support, for the grounding. You're not entirely sure that you'd stay standing otherwise.

He's kissing you. Which means... something. It means something that you'll spend many hours thinking about... some other time. Some time when he's not kissing you. Right now, right now you think you'll just think about the way he feels. Or maybe the tiny sound he makes when he steps into you, like he can somehow get closer. Like you weren't sharing a single breath.

You're half convinced you might wake at any moment. Like this might be some fucked up dream your brain has concocted to contrast the cold kiss you'd been forced to share hours earlier as you'd forced oxygen into his lungs.

No.

No, he's too real; too warm and solid. He presses you against the edge of the desk. It cuts into the backs of your thighs.

You're awake.

He releases your lips only to pull you firmly against him, his arms wrapping around you tight. It's a desperate sort of hug. One you might give a loved one after a long separation... or a close call.

You lift your arms to join him, to add an extra layer of security to the embrace—lest someone try and pull you apart.

His lips press into your neck as he buries his face into you. Closer, the action screams. You understand the feeling entirely.

"You love me, too?" you mumble against his skin.

His head moves as he hums. Yes. He loves you.

He loves you.

You grasp at his shirt, the stiff fabric of the dress shirt crumpling in your fingers as you attempt to get a firm hold. You just think you've managed a secure grip when he's tugging you back and pressing his lips to yours again.

It's different this time. Desperate. You understand that, too. Desperate is disorganised. Desperate is irrational. Desperate is messy.

Messy is fine.

Messy is wet kisses and marks on your neck. Messy is the noise the lamp makes when it hits the floor. Messy is the way his hands tug at your cardigan and grip your thighs when he finally has them bare.

Messy is nice.

He's halfway over you eventually, using the desk to lay you out beneath him. "This okay?" he gasps between kisses. "You're okay?"

"Mm," you hum into his mouth. "Yeah. Yeah. I love you."

His lips leave yours in a lingering sort of way, like neither of you are willingly to release the other. But still, he manages it. "We shouldn't do this here," he says, a little breathless. His fingers press into your thighs as he says it.

"But I want to."

He looks at you like he's calculating, interpreting. You know you must look a mess. Your lips feel a little tingly with the nips he's given you. That's something you didn't expect from him. You'd always imagined his kisses to be gentle—sweet and soft.

His eyes drop to your lips like he's heard your thoughts. "Yeah?" he breathes. "You really... you really want to?"

"Please."

His jaw clenches once before he's falling over you, his body weight pressing you into the wood beneath you.

His lips brush against your neck when he speaks next. "Anything you want," he mutters as his fingers trace up your inner thigh.

By the time he finally presses himself inside you, you're on the brink of tears again. You're lost, you realise as he whimpers into your neck. Everything depends on him. You may as well crawl into his chest and make a home there. You're reliant on his survival in the same way you're reliant on your own heart beating.

He whimpers again as you clench around him. "Please," he gasps on an uneven breath. You're not sure what he's asking for. You curl your fingers in his hair. He could be asking for anything at all and you're sure you'd give it to him. Anything at all.

#spencer reid x reader #mine: spencer reid

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pupp0ccino · 1 month

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My Dust variant facts !

That no one asked for yay! ⟢

If I ever get to coloring these refs the current image will be replaced with the finished product.. also disclaimer, im aware these aren't canon , I just like having fun with characters and making my own versions of them

Dust

- he's a shapeshifter, having three forms. His normal form, Dustbunny, and Ghost. I hc him to have some form of identity/personality disorder (it's unspecified which one, that's up to y'all what you want him to have) so multiple forms with different personalities.

- his normal form, is simply just Dust. Hes the closest to looking like classic sans appearance wise compared to horror and killer.

- Dustbunny was mainly made as a kinsona, and for funzies, but Dust only morphs into this slightly smaller form as a defense mechanism, for he feels 'weak and pathetic' like prey. It's basically just him, but taking more on a bunny-like appearance and behavior. Like dust he's very closed off and quiet, but will rather flee than fight.

- Ghost is the complete opposite. Tall, sadistic and cruel with a sick smile plastered on his face. He comes in when Dust's getting a power trip, or needs to get big and protect himself. It kind of puts him in sort of a state of mania, where he has little sympathy for the people around him and how his actions affect others. He's a meanie, and loves to tease at people when ever he sees an opening

- Dust does not like to look in mirrors, or really have his hood off for long periods of time, nor being looked at. Makes him freak out

- he partakes in rabbit like behaviors, his nose twitches when his curious or irritated, he stomps his foot against the ground when he's upset, and he burrows. Accompanied by his tail being a rabbits tail !

- he's also a vampire, like nightmare, but instead of sucking the negativity out of souls, he just has cravings to bite and drink blood, has large sharp fangs, plus being a total night owl.

- he has really bad avoidant attachment when it comes to relationships, he's in fact fearful of gaining close bonds due to the fact he's lost people he's loved over and over and over and over again, before literally killing them off himself. So he purposely pushed himself away from people to not get too close.

- as in the picture above, he has markings speckled all across his face, it's also the same for his body down his arms and shoulders. He's kind of embarrassed about it, and hates it being pointed out

- he goes through psychosis, and psychotic episodes

- he's a stoner lolz (despite maryjane usage very much not being recommended to people who deal with psychosis...)

- his room is a depression room most of the time, he has a little mattress on the floor that looks like a nest

- he's a monster energy drinker because yes

- he's selectively mute, and has a very low social battery. He doesn't like crowded spaces and only has a select few people he talks to (killer, horror, fell)

- he has a hard time remembering to eat and will accidentally and sometimes purposely go days without eating. When he does eat, it's in very small portions, he doesn't like food like he used to.

- he doesn't like touch, don't touch him he will stab you

- Phantom, the papyrus voice in his head. What he says to dust is based on his state of mind. When he's in a normal state of mind, Phantom is a lot more like how papyrus usually acts , getting on Dust for little things like telling him to clean his room or that he has to take care of himself. The voice worsens as his state of mind worsens turning from silly banter to tormenting him about what he's done, and sometimes papyrus can also be like a Jiminy cricket to dust, a judge to his morals, and trying to set him on the right path. Dust hates this , and rarely ever listens.

- one of the things he does in his free time is play video games, he's your basic gamer boy. He likes to play cod mainly

- another hobby of his is that he likes to sew, and patch work his clothing and fabric items, along with making little plushies.

- bad sans poly bad sans poly toxic yaoi ..

That's it for now , I'll probably add more on later !!

Dust belongs to ask-dusttale

#sans undertale #undertale #undertale au #utau #utmv #dusttale sans #dust sans #dusttale #Spotify

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joeys-babe · 4 months

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Joey B Imagines: Mary Jane’s Last Dance

Summary: You and Joe attend the golf event pre-party, main event, and after-party. You had no idea what would unfold, though.

Warnings: Angst, cut-off smut, uncharacteristic ITM.

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine Universe: Into The Mystic

May 30, 2024 - Golf event pre-party

“Honey.” - Joe

Hearing a pet name only one person calls me, I paused my conversation with one of the Jeff Ruby’s caterers to look over my shoulder and see Joe standing being me.

“Mhm?” - you

“Your parents are here with the boys.” - Joe

I said goodbye to the sweet caterer and walked off, Joe lacing his fingers with mine as he guided me toward the entrance of the venue.

“I didn't think they'd be here till later.” - you

“They won't be.” - Joe grinned

Looking up at him, Joe was already looking down at me with a smile on his face.

“They aren't here?” - you

“Nope. I just wanted to get you alone.” - Joe

We heard voices walking near us, so Joe hurried to rush us both into a nearby storage closet.

Joe and I had our hands over each other's mouths as we kept from laughing, his arms around my waist as tightly as they could be to accommodate my bump.

We continued to be quiet till the voices drifted off, and Joe left my arms to find a light.

“Why’d you want to get me alone?” - you smile

Joe flicked the light on and locked the door, his smirk telling me exactly what he wanted before he could say himself.

“Joey… we can't be gone too long. Your mom is going to come looking for you in about ten minutes.” - you laughed

The smirk never left Joe’s face as he walked up to me teasingly slowly, his tongue-in-cheek expression oddly convincing.

“Ten minutes is plenty of time for us, baby.” - Joe

Joe was now right in front of me. My eyes met with his chest before I looked up at his downturned face.

“Please. You look fuckin’ gorgeous tonight. I need you.” - Joe

His voice carried that whininess it always gains when he's needy, and it was nothing but hot to me.

“Fine-” - you

Joe cut me off when he leaned down and smashed his lips onto mine, his hands slowly reaching for my waist before they slid back to my lower back.

“Jump- wait fuck, never mind.” - Joe

I laughed at his remembrance that I was eight months pregnant and completely not able to jump, Joe’s lips still rough on mine.

Sadly, Joe pulled his lips away from mine with an audible pop, and I watched him look around the room. I grinned at the sight of Joe’s lips, which were slightly puffy, red, and glistening with our joint saliva.

It amazed me that Joe still wanted me like this even though I was pregnant, swollen, and moody.

“What’s wrong?” - you

“Nothin’, Mama. Just trynna find something that I can set you down on. I don't want you standing while I finger you.” - Joe winked

Fucking hell, this man.

Just as Joe looked like he had a lightbulb moment and wrapped an arm around my back to lead me somewhere, his phone started wringing in his pocket.

“God, damn it.” - Joe grumbled

I watched him pull his phone out, and Joe showed me the caller ID with an annoyed look on his face. When I made eye contact with him, he blinked fast and repeatedly to drive home the point that he was annoyed.

“Just answer, babe.” - you chuckled

It was Robin, his mom, probably looking around the entire venue for him.

As soon as he lets out a deep sigh and answers, putting the phone on speaker and mumbling a greeting, Robin starts yelling.

“Where in God’s name are you?! It is your name on the foundation, and you are nowhere in sight! Did you kidnap poor y/n and leave?!” - Robin

I had to try to stifle a giggle when Joe’s face turned into a replica of the grimacing emoji.

Joe’s eyes were playfully wide as he looked at me, lying and telling his mom that he had to grab something from the car.

“Yeah, uh, y/n was getting a headache and asked me to go with her to the car to grab some Tylenol.” - Joe lied

I looked at him and rolled my eyes, Joe only winking at me in return.

They continued their conversation, and I started drifting off, my eyes wandering around the room and over Joe till they landed on the major tent in his pants. He’s wearing his grey skinny jeans and a white cream sweater, and I know those pants have to be uncomfortable right now.

Almost as if Joe could sense my gaze on his crotch, he dropped a hand down to his manhood in an attempt to rearrange his erection into a more comfortable place.

I cocked my head to the side as I caught him giving himself a little squeeze before pulling his hand away, trying to aid the pressure just a little bit.

A minute later, Robin yelled at Joe one last time to make his rounds before getting off the phone.

“You in trouble?” - you smiled

“Def grounded.” - Joe

I chuckled before walking closer to him, wrapping my arms around his waist to hug him. Joe used a hand to push my head onto his chest before wrapping his arms around my shoulders. We swayed back and forth slowly, Joe laying his head down against mine as he sighed in contentment.

“I love you.” - you

“I love you too. I'm so thankful to have you, y/n. I couldn't do any of this without you.” - Joe

Pulling my head away from his chest, I looked up at Joe and smiled at him before pressing a sloppy kiss to his cheek.

“No one else’s side I’d rather have glued to mine.” - you grinned

Joe doesn't say anything in return, just smiles before opening the locked closet door.

“Wait. Joe. You can kinda see your…” - you trailed off

He looked at me with pure confusion on his face before it clicked. Joe’s eyes went wide before he shut and locked the door back.

“We’re finishing this later, by the way.” - Joe

I playfully rolled my eyes, and Joe turned his back to me before I heard the sound of his pants being unzipped.

A moment later, Joe zipped his pants back up and turned around.

“Boner check.” - Joe

I couldn't help but laugh to myself as I looked down at his crotch, Joe doing the same.

“Looks fine, I guess?” - you chuckled

“Good because it is wildly uncomfortable. My dick is like bent in half.” - Joe laughed

“What?! I still want to be able to use it after this!” - you

We were both laughing as Joe opened the door, one of his hands holding mine as we walked out of the closet.

Joe was playfully swinging our arms but stopped dead in his tracks when we rounded the corner and were face-to-face with his mother.

“Your car isn't in that direction, Joseph Lee. It’s in the back parking lot, not the front.” - Robin

At the same time, I looked up at Joe, and Joe looked down at me.

Robin sensed that the two of us might have been trying to fool around based on our frantic expressions, and her face faltered to one of slight disgust.

She wasn't disgusted with the fact that we were getting active, though. It was because she had caught us sneaking around.

“Oh. Uhm, never mind. Just… go mingle, Joe. I'll leave you two alone.” - Robin

I giggled to myself when Robin speed-walked away from the awkward interaction.

“That was awkward.” - you

Joe chuckled beside me and rested his hand on the small of my bag, rubbing it softly as he leaned down to kiss my temple.

“Could be worse. Imagine she was standing there when we walked out the first time. Before I fixed myself.” - Joe

I playfully slapped Joe’s chest, not finding his words as funny as he did.

“I’m honestly surprised she or my dad haven't walked in on us. We've been having mind-blowing sex for years.” - Joe

“Joseph Lee!” - you

Joe laughed as I shoved him. He naturally came right back up to me to help guide me, and before I knew it, we were back at the main area of the venue.

Soon, Joe was deep in conversation with someone, and I stood to the side of him shifting my weight from one swollen foot to the other.

I was due in July, and at that stage where I was majorly uncomfortable.

Joe looked over at me, still listening to the guy he was talking to but sensing my restlessness.

“You okay?” - Joe mouthed

Nodding, Joe turned back to the man and apologized before asking him to pause for a moment.

Joe looped his arm with mine and pulled me over to the couch his parents were sitting on.

“Sit down, baby. You don't have to walk around with me if you're feet are hurting.” - Joe

“I’m fine, Joe. I promise…” - you

My words trailed off when Joe raised an eyebrow at me and cocked his head to the side.

“Okay. Fine, my feet hurt.” - you

“See was that hard to admit? You should've just stayed home like I initially suggested.” - Joe

I rolled my eyes at his words. This was a conversation that had occurred multiple times during both my pregnancies. Joe always turned into a helicopter husband, and though it's sweet sometimes, he can go a little overboard, just like he was now.

Joe saw a standing oscillating fan across the room and walked away to grab it. Robin bumped my elbow with hers, and I just angled my head toward her and shook it side to side at Joe. My mother-in-law only laughed, knowing Joe would go overboard when I gave him the smallest hint that I was dealing with discomfort.

Sure enough, Joe unplugged the huge fan and easily carried it over to me with one arm. He looked around for a plug-in before positioning the fan toward me and turning it on.

It was initially on its highest setting and sent my hair flying, along with a few cups on the coffee table at my feet.

“Shit!” - Joe

Both Robin and I yelled his full government name in sync, causing us both to laugh as Joe figured out how to turn the intensity down.

Once Joe got it set to the low setting, he looked over at the couch with a sheepish, closed-lip look on his face. Robin and I were glaring at him, and Jimmy was looking at the ground, shaking his head.

“Oopsies.” - Joe

“Oopsies indeed. Now clean this up, and I wouldn't mind if you got me one of those little appetizers.” - you

Joe nodded his head before bending down to pick up the plastic cups and napkins littered across the floor.

“Yes ma'am.” - Joe

“You’ve trained him well.” - Robin laughed

I laughed along with her for a few seconds, watching Joe walk up to one of the caterers and retrieve one of the small dishes.

“It didn't happen overnight, Robin. This is the product of subtle critiques since we started dating in 2014.” - you chuckled

Joe walked back over to me and leaned down, handing me the snack before pressing a kiss to my cheek. I giggled at the way his bangs brushed against my forehead when he pulled back to make eye contact.

“You need anything else? A drink?” - Joe

“I’m good, thank you, sweetheart.” - you

I grinned when Joe stood up to his full height with blushed cheeks. I only ever called him sweetheart in private and during our softest moments, like when he was lying on my chest and I was rubbing his back.

“Imma go find Sam. Text if you need me.” - Joe

“Okay!” - you smiled

Joe backed away slowly, almost as if he wanted me to ask him to stop and come back, and he furrowed his brows when he was six feet away, and I hadn't said anything yet. In the end, Joe turned around and walked off.

“I don't think you understand how much you mean to him, y/n.” - Robin

Her sweet words came out of nowhere, catching me off guard, so I looked over at her with a questioning look on my face.

“There’s so many people here, and even though he's bubbling with anxiety, you’re making him smile and laugh without a care in the world. Only you are capable of that, sweetie. I hope you know that. I’m also glad he’s coming out of his shell more about affection in public.” - Robin

“I feel like we’ve had variations of this conversation a hundred times, but I’ll never get tired of it. He’s the best thing to ever happen to me, and I'm glad I get to be that safe person for him. I, too, am happy about him getting over his PDA shyness. I remember when I was pregnant with the twins, and I got a little annoyed with him because he wouldn't hold my hand.” - you

Robin nods, letting me know that she’s listening, and I forge ahead.

I recalled the funny memory, one that Joe and I looked back on and laughed over. I was huge and pregnant and angered with him. Getting so annoyed to the point that I yelled:

“You won't hold my hand, but my baby bump is comparable to a neon flashing light sign that says I had sex with Joe Burrow!!”

The look on Joe’s face after I yelled that at him was one I will never forget. He was in awe, jaw-dropped that I’d say that to him, but the next time we were in public, he made sure to initiate some hand-holding.

Robin and even Jimmy were laughing at the story, finding it funny that I eventually worked up the courage to tell of their hermit crab of a son when I was pregnant with his twins.

“With all you do for him, you deserve some PDA, girl!” - Robin

“He knows that now.” - you laughed

“That he does. Every time I walk past him talking to someone, he's been talking about the baby, you, or the twins. Everyone in this venue probably knows how many weeks you are.” - Robin

Before I had the chance to answer, my phone started vibrating in the pocket of the loose sundress I had on. I pulled my phone out and smiled at the sight of the contact banner that came up. It was Joe.

“Hello?” - you answered

“Hey. Your parents are here with the boys.” - Joe

“Oh, yay! That could have been a text, though, right?” - you

“I’m not passing up on a chance to hear your voice.” - Joe

I could hear his grin through the phone, and Joe hung up just a few seconds later.

Robin and I’s conversation started back up till I heard the easily recognizable squeals of my boys.

I looked over at the source of the sound, and my heart fluttered because all of my favorite people were walking up to me.

Joe had Ty on his shoulders, supporting him with one hand holding his arm while Joe used the other arm to hold Miles on his hip.

“Joseph!” - you

“I got ‘em!” - Joe

My parents were trailing behind Joe, laughing at the entire scene in front of them. Once Joe was at the seating area, he helped Miles slide down his hip till his feet were on the floor. Then he reached up and grabbed Tyson under his armpits and lifted him over his head to put him down.

“Momma!!” - Miles

“There’s my boy!” - you grinned

Miles ran straight up to me on the couch, and Robin leaned down to pick him up since I obviously couldn't bend down and get him with my belly in the way.

He stood up in Robin’s lap and fell onto my chest, his arms spread in a hug-like manner.

“I missed you.” - you

My hand rested on his back as I slowly swayed side to side with him. Miles was a momma’s boy through and through, while Ty was Joe’s mini shadow, though they were both Joe’s carbon copy.

Joe was walking off when I finally opened my eyes, and I didn't even know I had closed them at one point. A smile formed on my lips as Tyson ran after him. Joe was just getting a fresh bottle of water, and when he felt little hands on his calves, a grin spread on his lips as he looked down through his Cartiers. Bliss spread through my body at the comforting weight of Miles on my chest and the adorable sight of Joe scooping Tyson up.

Sam walked over to Joe and was now talking to Tyson who was in his favorite spot, which was in his daddy’s arms.

My parents were deep in conversation with Robin and Jimmy, and I closed my eyes, sighing in contentment.

Moments later, unbeknownst to me, Joe walked back over and sat down on a chair caddy-cornered from me. His gaze was fixed on my face. He was amazed at how tensionless it was, and a flutter happened in his chest when he saw the small smile on my lips.

Joe didn't want to break the blissful spell, but he reached out and rubbed my knee gently.

“You good, babe?” - Joe

I nodded without opening my eyes, reaching down to gently rub shapes in the back of Joe’s hand. Joe gently grabbed my hand and squeezed it three times. In return, I squeezed back four times.

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May 31, 2024 - Main golf event

Today was the main golf event held by Joe’s Foundation. It was the second annual outing, and Joe was less nervous than last year now that he had experience, but he was still dreading the outing itself.

I was currently getting ready alone in our master bathroom after taking a solo shower, which rarely happens nowadays. Joe had left the house earlier this morning, and a smile formed on my lips as I thought back to when his alarm went off this morning.

Joe’s alarm went off, and I buried my head deeper into his bare chest, trying to cut the sound off to my ear. He rolled over and turned it off before wrapping his arms around me and holding me as close as possible.

“G’morning, baby.” - Joe

His deep, raspy morning voice never failed to give me butterflies, and right now, the warmth of his big body wasn't helping.

Joe’s hand left my back and drifted down to my bump, grinning when the baby kicked in response to him pressing his palm into my belly.

“How’d my favorite girls sleep?” - Joe

Lately, baby girl has been getting restless at night, basically using my bladder as a trampoline, and Joe was aware of how it kept me from sleeping.

“Good, actually. No trapeze moves on my bladder last night.” - you

Joe felt me smile against his pec, and he pressed a kiss to my forehead.

“That’s amazing. Can you believe she’s almost here? Because I can’t. Like, I know she's almost here, but I don’t think I’ve realized that she’s almost here.” - Joe

“I was thinking about that last night when you were rubbing lotion on my belly. I can’t wait till our girl is here, and I can’t wait to see you with her. I'm getting a little nervous about how Ty and Miles will react to her being here, though.” - you

Butterflies flew in my stomach when I fully paid attention to Joe’s current movements. He was gently rubbing his cheek against my head, stroking my baby bump with one hand, and slowly running the fingers of his other hand through my hair.

“I think they'll be okay. It’ll be hard for them to adjust in the beginning, maybe, but I think they'll love her. Remember how sweet they were when they met Evan and Gracie’s baby?” - Joe

“That is true. I’m just worried about how they'll react to having to share us with her. She will be our first priority for a bit, you know? They aren't used to not being our main focuses.” - you

“Don’t worry about it, y/n. We’ll adjust and adapt. Everything is going to be fine, I promise.” - Joe

We laid in bed for a little while longer till Joe got up and got ready. Joe told me to go back to sleep and that I didn't need to come to the event till a little bit later.

“Just relax awhile longer. You need it, Mama. You were on your feet a lot yesterday.” - Joe

“Okay.” - you nod

Joe smiled at the fact that I didn't argue back at him for once, and he leaned down to kiss my lips before grabbing his shades and exiting the bedroom.

“Bye, I love you.” - Joe

“I love you more. See ya later.” - you

I received one last grin before Joe gently shut the door behind him. Scooting over to lay on his pillow, I immediately breathed in his scent as I listened to his car start up and the garage door close.

My daydreaming spell was broken when Tyson ran into the bathroom with his mini-football.

“Hi, Momma.” - Tyson

I closed my blush palate and reached down to run my fingers through his blonde hair, smiling when he pressed his face into my leg.

“Hi, Tyson Lee.” - you smiled

“Where’s Daddy?” - Tyson

“He’s workin’.” - you

Tyson’s sad eyes looked down at the little football in his hands, and I swear my heart broke a little.

“He can pass with you tomorrow, okay? Daddy will be home all day tomorrow.” - you

“Okay…” - Tyson

My eyes grew misty as I watched him turn around and slowly walk away. The moment was sad by itself, and my raging hormones were not helping.

Thirty minutes passed, and I was fully ready. My hair was curled, my makeup was on, and so was my outfit. I had my black romper on paired with one of Joe’s old button-up shirts open and shrugged off my shoulders.

I hadn't worn the romper yet, but I knew Joe was going to love it.

My parents stayed the night yesterday in one of the open bedrooms since they'd have to watch the boys again today, so Joe and I didn't get to continue what got interrupted in the storage closet yesterday. Joe passed out right after our joint shower anyway, and I remember giggling at how his eyes kept fluttering closed when he was rubbing lotion on my bump.

After spraying some perfume and grabbing my belt bag, I went downstairs to find my parents drinking coffee in the kitchen.

“Morning!” - you grinned

“Good morning, honey. You look beautiful.” - your mom

“Thanks, Mom. How long have you guys been up?” - you

Miles ran over to me from the living room, asking me for a snack, so I walked off into the pantry to get him some gummies.

I mumbled, “There you go, buddy.” And my dad answered my previous question as I was walking back into the kitchen.

“We were awake just before Joe left. He was in a rush but made us some coffee before heading out.” - your dad

A blush formed on my cheeks at Joe’s sweet gesture, and I tried to hide it by opening the fridge to grab the smoothie I made for Joe last night.

“That’s sweet.” - you

“Mhm. He’s always been a gentleman.” - your mom

My face heated up even more, and I knew my face was probably beat red. Time to rush out of here.

“Well, I’ll see you guys later! Bye, babies.” - you

Miles and Tyson ran to hug me, and I pressed a kiss to each of their cheeks before walking out of the front door.

Joe called me as soon as I got into the car, his deep voice ringing out through the car speakers since my Bluetooth was connected.

“Hey, baby.” - Joe

“Hey, what's up?” - you

“Are you coming soon?” - Joe

I focused on backing out of the driveway before answering.

“Yup. Just pulled out of the driveway. Is everything okay? You sound a little disoriented, baby.” - you

“I’m fine, just getting bored and anxious without you here.” - Joe

“I’ll be there in just a little bit, Joey. Do I need to park where we did yesterday?” - you

“Yup. I'm at a Guinness stand right next to the parking lot too.” - Joe

Joe and I ended up going back and forth my entire drive there, though I quickly realized that was probably his plan from the beginning.

We hung up when I was pulling into the parking lot of the event venue, and I immediately spotted a tall blonde man as I walked through the back path.

Joe was pouring the contents of a can into a glass when I walked behind the counter and up to him.

“Hey, hot stuff.” - you grinned

His head shot up at the sound of my voice, and a grin spread across his lips.

“Hey, lovey.” - Joe smiled

I rolled my eyes playfully at the nickname. Back when we were in high school, we were discussing pet names for each other, and Joe jokingly suggested lovey. I initially hated it, but it became an inside joke, and over time, I grew to love it. Lately, Joe had picked up on the fact I didn't hate it as much as I made it seem like I did, and now he called me it all the time.

“I made you this.” - you

Handing him the smoothie, I watched Joe’s face light up, and I giggled when he leaned down to kiss me.

When he pulled away, Joe opened the cap and took a drink, my eyes lingering on how his adam’s apple bobbed with very swallow.

“Shit. That’s good.” - Joe

“You think? I tasted it and gagged, but I was hoping you would like it.” - you

Joe laughed and took another chug before closing the cap and setting the bottle down.

I furrowed my brows at him when he took a step back and flicked his glasses down onto his nose, his hot gaze looking me up and down a couple of times before he met my eyes and smiled.

“What?” - you laughed

Joe walked towards me and pulled me into him, squeezing me gently before nestling his mouth against my ear.

“You look fuckin’ gorgeous.” - Joe

He leaned back and winked at me before asking a question.

“Is this a new fit?” - Joe

“Kinda. This is your shirt, but the romper is new, yes.” - you

“Oh shit, that shirt’s mine? But anyway, you need to buy that romper in every color.” - Joe

Joe’s words were the more PG version of his thoughts, which were running wild.

God, her bump is so sexy, and her tits look amazing.

Someone called Joe’s name from the parking lot and I turned around to see who it was, completely unaware of the fact I was driving Joe insane. The person calling Joe ended up being Coach Taylor who waved over at us before walking off to get registered.

Holy shit, her ass- damn it, I'm getting hard.

“Hey, I forgot my sunnies at home. Do you have an extra?” - you

Joe reached into his pocket, and that's when I realized he changed his outfit since he left the house.

“What the hell? When did you change?” - you

He chuckled as he pulled out the other pair of sunnies from his pocket and pulled off the ones he had on.

I picked the ones he already had on, and he handed them to me before putting his backup pair on his face.

“I changed when I got here. It’s too hot right now for the outfit I picked out originally. I'm surprised it took you that long to realize.” - Joe laughed

“I’ve got pregnancy brain, JB.” - you

“True. Hey, Imma go find some of the guys, but I don't want you to be by yourself, so I’ll walk you to my parents first.” - Joe

I nodded and looked around at the decorations under the tent a few yards away, completely oblivious to the fact that Joe had just looked down at his crotch and groaned out of annoyance with the fact that you could tell he was semi-hard.

It wasn't until he moved forward to be covered by the counter when he dropped his hand down the front of his shorts that I realized what he was doing.

“Joseph Lee, what the fuck are you doing?!” - you

“Adjusting.” - Joe deadpanned

I rolled my eyes but couldn't stop the cocky smirk on my lips. Knowing I could always turn Joe on was such a confidence boost when I didn't feel very attractive.

Just a few moments later, Joe escorted me over to Robin before meeting up with a couple of the guys on the course to take a picture.

I was sitting a little bored, and a picture that Joe was tagged in came up on my Instagram feed. It was a BTS picture that someone took of Joe taking a picture with some of the guys. I internally giggled when I saw the slight bulge in Joe’s shorts from minutes before he walked off.

That man will always keep me on my toes.

It was later in the day, and I was currently fetching Joe his clothes from his Porche.

Joe was in the single-stall men’s bathroom, and I looked around before knocking on the door.

“It’s y/n.” - you

A few seconds of silence went by before Joe spoke up.

“Tell me something only y/n would know.” - Joe

I, in return, whispered the baby’s name into the crack of the door since only Joe and I knew it, and seconds later, I heard an unlock sound. I opened the door and closed it right behind me. Joe was standing against the sink in just his boxers and socks. After handing him his jeans and Nike shirt, Joe thanked me before slipping them both on.

“Do I look fine?” - Joe

Joe smoothed his hands down his chest, attempting to get some wrinkles out of his shirt because he knew his mom would comment on them.

“Fine as hell.” - you grinned

He leaned down and gave me a quick kiss, my hands reaching up to play with the baby curls on the back of his neck.

“I love this hair.” - you

“I know you do. It’s getting a little too long for my liking, though.” - Joe

“What? You don't like how it looks?” - you

Joe sensed that I was on the verge of jumping into a huge rant about how good his hair looked, so he immediately reassured me that that wasn't the case.

“No, I like it longer, and I know you do too. I just don't like the maintenance.” - Joe

“I’ll fix it every day if you want. I can fix it when I do the boy’s hair.” - you

“Baby. I’m not gonna make you fix my hair. That’s crazy.” - Joe

“But I love it, and if you're thinking about cutting it because you don't like fixing it, I’ll start fixing it!” - you

Joe just laughed at me before pulling me into his arms. One of his big hands rubbed my back as he laid his cheek against my forehead.

“You need to calm down a little bit, lovey. I'm getting it cut tomorrow morning, and I've had it scheduled for a while as a routine trim.” - Joe

“Nooooooo.” - you

I felt him chuckle, and I rolled my eyes. Joe knew this was just a product of my extreme emotions from pregnancy.

“It’ll be okay. But we should go before my mom comes looking for us.” - Joe

“Hey, can you sit with her while I'm up there giving my speech? She won't go up there with me.” - Joe

After refusing to stand up on the stage with him, Joe had just directed me to sit down at a table at the back of the tent where he'd be on stage delivering his speech and walked over to Sam after.

I didn't know Joe had asked him to sit with me, so I smiled when Sam sat down next to me. I’d known Sam for years, as long as Joe had known him, so I'd say I knew Sam the best out of all of Joe’s teammates.

“Hey, Mrs. B.” - Sam smiled

“Hey, Sam. Have you had fun today?” - you

“For sure. Joe asked me to sit with you while he was up there delivering his speech. Are you not feeling well or something?” - Sam

Of course, he did.

“I’m fine. Your bestie is just a helicopter husband and gives me a babysitter when he's not with me. I thought it was sweet at first, but now it's a little annoying.” - you

“He’s just looking after his girl, I guess. But Joe’s always been super protective of you, so I can't imagine how worse it gets when you're pregnant.” - Sam

“Lately, he tries to follow me into the bathroom when I say I have to use it.” - you

I laughed at Sam’s grimace but stopped when Robin started talking into the mic. My attention shifted to Joe when I noticed him biting the insides of his cheeks, something he does when he's nervous. His hands were hidden behind his back, but I knew he was probably picking at his fingernails. I probably should've gone up there with him, and at that moment, I regretted telling him no.

After Robin’s adorable introduction of her son, Joe took the mic and jokingly thanked his mom. Butterflies swarmed my stomach at the sound of Joe’s deep voice through the many speakers. He went on to thank everyone for coming, specifically naming his teammates and the Bengals personnel. But his next part caught me off guard.

“And I've gotta thank someone specifically, which is my best friend who made it apparent to be here to support me and the foundation.” - Joe

Sam and I looked at each other, not exactly sure who Joe was giving a shout-out to because Ja’Marr wasn't there. Maybe it was Sam.

“She’s the First Lady of the foundation, you might say, and that is y/n. The beautiful and amazing woman that I'm proud to call myself the husband of.” - Joe

My heart dropped, and almost everyone turned around and looked at me. My cheeks immediately turned red, and Sam nudged me with his elbow.

“She’s here today, though she’s eight months pregnant with our third, and she’s been nothing short of perfect. You've probably seen her running around making sure everything was in order and also babysitting me and making sure I was where I needed to be. I just wanted to say that I'm extremely grateful for you, and thank you everyone for coming.” - Joe

Joe handed the mic back to his dad, and I struggled to try to hide the fact that my eyes were getting misty, so I discreetly wiped my eyes as I stood up. As they were leaving the stage, Joe and I made eye contact through the crowd, and he started making a B-line for me.

Just as I was meeting Joe in the middle of the floor, he was swept away by a couple of people on the Bengals staff, so I went to talk to Robin instead.

In the ten-minute conversation I had with Robin, she told me that the part of Joe’s speech where he mentioned/thanked me wasn't planned. He'd told her what he was going to say before they went up on stage, and I wasn't a part of it. Robin said he must've decided to say something in the moment, and to me, that made it sweeter.

After a few moments, I decided to go find Joe to tease him about his mention of me, and when I found him talking to a group of guys with his back to me. I tapped his shoulder, and he shrugged me off, continuing his sentence about how practice was going. I tapped him again, and he stopped his sentence with a sigh.

“I’m busy.” - Joe

Since he didn't turn around, I tapped him again. Sam was standing across from Joe, so he could see that it was me.

“Joe you should…” - Sam

“I’m talking!” - Joe

Joe had finally turned around, but the glare of the sun and his dark sunglasses prevented him from seeing who it was that had been previously tapping his shoulder. You didn't know that, though. He was frustrated, but I was taken aback when he yelled at me. In our almost ten years of dating, Joe had never fully yelled at me. He’d raised his voice slightly or carried an annoyed tone a couple of times before but never yelled.

I turned around in shock and sped off, speedwalking out of the tent and towards the parking lot. Maybe I was being dramatic, but I couldn't stop the tears from pricking in my eyes.

When Joe finally started his conversation back up, all of the guys were looking at him like he was crazy, and he didn't know why.

“What?” - Joe

“Did you see who that was?” - Sam

Joe shook his head no and explained that his vision was blocked by the glare of the sun, and all of the guys groaned, Sam even facepalming as Joe stood confused.

“That was y/n, Joe!” - Sam

All of the colors left Joe’s face when he realized he'd just yelled at me, and he immediately turned around to see where I went. He saw me walking down the end of the sidewalk, and just as Joe was about to run off sprinting, Sam grabbed his arm.

“Wait a little bit. Let her stew over what happened for a few moments before you go apologize your ass off.” - Sam

“I can't wait. I gotta tell her. Fuck.” - Joe

Sam let go of Joe’s arm, and he immediately ran after me. I had already made it inside the car, so he couldn't see me anymore, but Joe knew where I went.

I was sitting in the passenger seat of my car when I saw Joe through the window. He was probably coming to apologize, but I was kinda mad at him, so I opted to give him the silent treatment before he even started talking.

Joe tried to peak into the window, but the tint was too dark for him to see me, and I rolled my eyes when he opened the door and slipped into the passenger seat.

“Baby, maybe you should lock the door next time.” - Joe

I looked away from my steering wheel and narrowed my eyes at Joe’s soft smile before looking straight ahead through the windshield

“Okay, listen. I'm sorry. I didn't know that it was you tapping me, and when I finally turned around, there was a glare from the sun preventing me from seeing that it was you. If I had known it was you, I wouldn't have raised my voice. I'm so sorry, y/n.” - Joe

When I didn't answer, Joe started getting nervous. Were you actually mad at him? Joe thought.

“Baby?” - Joe

Once again, I ignored him, and Joe began to panic.

“I didn't know it was you! I would never yell at you. I swear. Are you- are you mad at me?” - Joe

Joe stared at me, completely taken aback because he was expecting me to forgive him once he explained and apologized. I’d never been mad at Joe before. There have been times when I've been super annoyed or slightly disappointed but never mad, and that's why Joe was internally freaking out. He knew my hormones were causing my emotions to constantly be x100, and Joe was worrying the worst.

“Answer me, please. You're scaring me.” - Joe

Nothing.

Joe sighed and got out of the car, slamming the door behind him in frustration. My gaze left the tree in front of me, and I watched Joe walk away as tears streamed down my face. I immediately regretted handling it the way I did, but I was afraid that Joe was mad at me now. My crying got harder when I thought of the possibility that Joe could be upset with me, and I ended up crying till I fell asleep.

I woke up to the feeling of my phone vibrating on my thigh, and I immediately furrowed my brows when I saw that the call was from Sam.

“Hello?” - you

“Hey… uhm. Joe’s walking around the golf course, and he's super messed up.” - Sam

“What do you mean?” - you

“He’s drunk and high as hell, y/n. He keeps babbling about how you're mad and won't talk to him.” - Sam

I hung up the phone right after Sam said that. Shouting profanity to myself as I opened my car door and stepped out.

After making my way to the crowd of Bengals players watching Joe stumble around while mumbling incoherently, I angrily yelled at all of them to fuck off if they weren't going to do anything but laugh and video. The looks on their faces as they walked away told me I was going to be the talk of the locker room next practice. I couldn't care less to be known as Burrow’s crazy wife, though.

Walking up to Joe, he stumbled a bit before standing up straight and putting his hands on my shoulders for stability. He smelled like alcohol, and his red eyes told me all I needed to know. He's insanely crossfaded.

“Joe. Hey, it’s me. It’s y/n.” - you

“You’re mad- mad at me.” - Joe

I wanted to kick myself for thinking about how adorable his slurred speech was because I was pissed at him right now.

“Joe, this isn't college anymore. We have kids, and you can't just get fucked up on a random Friday. I wasn't that mad before, but I'm mad now.” - you

Joe held his head down and wouldn't look at me. I couldn't tell if he was embarrassed and upset with himself or was annoyed that I was mad at him.

“I’m gonna call my parents and tell them that the boys will have to spend the night at their house tonight. You’re in no shape to be a father right now, and there's no way I can handle both of them and you, all while eight months pregnant.” - you

“I- I’m sorry… I just was scared that you wouldn't talk to me, and…” - Joe

“Just save it. I don't want to hear any excuses from you right now. Go find a corner to stand in or something before you do or say something stupid.” - you

After an embarrassing phone call with my parents, having to explain that my husband was both majorly drunk and high, I loaded Joe up into the passenger seat of my car and took him home. He’d pick his Porche up tomorrow when he was in better shape.

We had waited to leave until the event was officially over, and everyone was gone. Joe had done as I said and sat in a corner by himself, his eyes never once leaving me. His anxiety was raging now that he had heard me say in words that I was mad at him.

The car ride was silent the entire way home. Joe looked out the passenger window as I drove. I was fuming but decided not to take it out on him yet.

Once we were home, Joe tried his hardest to walk perfectly fine up the stairs. The last thing he wanted was for me to have to help him.

“You should go shower. I'll shower in the baby’s bathroom.” - you

“I’ll use hers. All your products are here.” - Joe

I could tell his head was somewhat clearing up, so I nodded, and Joe grabbed his stuff before exiting the bathroom.

My thoughts ran wild as I showered. It had been a while since I'd showered by myself, and my heart hurt a bit when I reached for my shampoo and had to wash my hair - something Joe usually does when we shower together.

It didn't take me long to finish up, so I slipped into a pair of panties and one of Joe’s old LSU shirts before crawling into bed.

Ten minutes later, there was no sign of Joe. He was usually quicker in the shower than me, so I was starting to get worried.

Before I could overthink too much, Joe walked into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, droplets of water running down his muscular body. My eyes fixed on the many muscles in his back flexing when he turned around and got a pair of boxers from his clean clothes pile on the couch. He slipped them on under the towel before dropping it and putting it in the hamper.

Joe then walked over to the bed and grabbed his pillow, to my confusion. After watching Joe grab a throw blanket from the foot of the bed, I realized what he was doing. I let him walk to the doorframe before stopping him.

“Where are you going?” - you

“Living room, maybe my office. I'm probably not sleeping tonight so I’ll watch old game film or the TV.” - Joe

Joe was standing there awkwardly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other and waiting for me to say something.

“Come here.” - you

I caught Joe breaking a smile for a millisecond before he walked back over to the bed. Joe put his pillow back down and tossed the blanket to the side before sliding under the sheets.

Rolling onto my side, my body flushed when I saw Joe’s red eyes. You’re fucking kidding.

“What the hell, Joe?! Are you high again?” - you

Joe’s body stiffens up with embarrassment when he realizes what he has to admit.

“No, I’m not high.” - Joe

My mouth, which was open from disgust and shock, dropped closed when I realized why his eyes were red and why he'd been in the shower so long - Joe had been crying.

Joe’s eyes searched my face when he noticed that I realized his eyes were red from crying, and he started biting the skin off of his lip as a stress reaction.

“Oh.” - you

“I’m so sorry for everything. I don't know what I was thinking- I was scared, and I was already too in my head about football.” - Joe

He went on for a few minutes, babbling as his voice continued to break. I’d never seen him so worked up before, and I slowly realized this wasn't just about today. Joe took a break to sniffle, the dam of tears threatening to break. I pulled him into my arms, and Joe buried his head in my neck. My arms naturally went around him, and I cradled the back of his head to me.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Take a breath for me.” - you

It took him a while to calm down, but I rubbed his back and laid my cheek on his head the whole time. Once I felt Joe’s breathing get back to normal.

“You okay?” - you

I felt Joe nod his head in my neck, and I ran my fingers through the back of his wet hair.

“You wanna talk about it? I know this isn't just about today, Joe.” - Joe

I feel him sigh, and his hand wanders around till he finds the hand of mine that isn't occupied by playing with his hair to intertwine his fingers with mine.

“Football has been a lot, and I feel like there is a huge weight constantly on my shoulders. This season, I have to make a major comeback, and I'm scared it’s not gonna happen. Being at an event like that, where people are constantly asking questions about football, I'm reminded of it over and over. You’re my escape from it all, and to upset you is killing me. I didn't know it was you, and if I did, I wouldn't have yelled. I wasn't thinking, and after you ignored me when I was trying to apologize, I got super nervous. With football not going my way and my only major outlet not talking to me, I was freaking out. My only thought was to get wasted, so that's what I did. I took a couple of gummies and chugged a few vodka seltzers. I was hoping that it would take my mind off things, but it only made everything worse. I'm so fucking sorry, baby. I hope you'll forgive me, but I understand if you don't. I feel awful, and I was such a shitty everything today, a shitty friend, son, husband, and dad. I can't believe you had to send the kids away for a night because of me. I'm so mad at myself, and again, I'm so sorry.” - Joe

It took me a minute to process everything, but when I did, I couldn't stop tears from forming in my eyes. Seeing the love of your life hurting is awful, especially knowing you were one of the reasons for them hurting.

“First of all, you're doing amazing in football right now, and I trust you'll be just fine. You're the same man who came back from an awful knee injury and took your team to the Super Bowl. Secondly, I shouldn't have given you the silent treatment like I did. I believe you completely when you say you didn't know it was me, and I know you'd never yell at me like that. You're not a shitty everything, either. Just because you handled a situation badly doesn't define you as shitty. I think it’s good that the boys will be at my parents tonight, though. I think you need some one-on-one time with me, okay? Just talk to me, and I’ll listen. Don't bottle up anything, baby. Also, I can't believe you thought I’d want you to sleep on the couch. In your words, 90% of my heat at night comes from your body.” - you

Joe laughed a little at the last part of my response before cuddling closer to me. He threw a big arm over my bump and gently rubbed my belly with his hand. I heard him mumble something into my neck, but I couldn't quite understand anything he had said. After asking him to repeat himself, he pulled away from my neck and did just as I had asked.

“Do you accept my apology?” - Joe

“Of course, goofball.” - you

Joe’s body immediately relaxed, and it felt like he was melting into me. At the same time, he let out a breath that neither of us knew he was holding in. That's when it became apparent to me just how much Joe was scared I was mad at him.

“Jeez, Joey.” - you

“Sorry. I was kinda nervous you would say no if you couldn't tell, but I feel better now.” - Joe

“I’m sorry, too. I hope you know that no matter what, you will always be my person. Forbid that we ever have another argument, don't get so scared that you have to lean on alcohol and marijuana. Nothing could ever make me mad enough for you to react like that. I love you forever, Joe Lee.” - you

Joe pressed a few baby kisses on my neck before leaning up and hovering over me. We both leaned in and kissed each other for a few moments, knowing we hadn't kissed in a couple of hours.

“Thank you, lovey. The same goes for you, ya know - I love you forever, and you will always be my person.” - Joe

We just sat smiling at each other for a few moments until Joe rolled over onto his back and pulled me into his chest. My belly was leaning on top of his, and Joe reached over to spread a big hand out on it.

“I feel like I'm crushing you.” - you mumbled

“Girl, please. Do you know what the fuck I bench press?” - Joe

I laughed into his peck, getting lost in the feeling of him rubbing my back as we settled down. I was glad that Joe and I were ending the night on a good note. A few minutes later, the sounds of little snores filled the room, and Joe’s chest began rhythmically rising and falling. A smile formed on my lips as I gently rubbed my cheek against him, knowing that his current peaceful state would be interrupted when he woke up with a massive hangover.

At least I won't be the only grumpy and in pain one.

Authors note: This one got out of hand! 😂

#joe burrow #bengals #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joey b #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow fan fic

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moonastroellie · 3 months

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hii☺️☺️ could u pretty please write about reader inviting ellie to a sleepover/girls night because ellie was never invited to these growing up, and ellie is just crushing really hard on reader? mwah!

yesss!!

warnings: like none, Ellie has a crush on reader, slight mentions of depression, idk.

growing up Ellie never really had friends—well of course besides Jesse and Dina but during high school, they got busy. not like they wouldn't keep spending time with her anymore, but they were just busy. this left Ellie feeling depressed and felt like she had no friends until you showed up to school one day with a smile on your face and you walked quietly over to Ellie during lunch, slightly tapping her shoulder and she takes out her head phones (that are blasting 'killing in the name')

"hi" your voice is quiet but yet sweet, you introduce yourself to Ellie and sit down next to her, obviously Ellie knew who you were but she was skeptical of what you wanted from her, "I know we never talk or whatever but I'm having a sleep over tonight if you want to join?" and with that Ellie showed up to your place exactly on time, you smile proudly as you open the door and welcome her in-

"we got snacks, makeup, what do ya wanna do first?" Ellie looks around and sees 1 other person "oh, this is Maxine, my older sister" you chuckle—your older sister introduced herself to Ellie, and welcomed her, "she's the cooler older sister, in her sophomore year of college" she chuckles at your response "c'mon you dork" Ellie chuckles, she for once doesn't feel left out.

You find yourself straddling Ellie's lap as you put on her eyeliner "stop fucking moving" your tone was harsh, but it made Ellie laugh hard. "ellieee, you ruined the make up"

"sorry" she mumbles, before getting up and going to the bathroom to remove the make-up.

don't be a dork, don't be a fucking dork, don't be a dork Ellie shit, she groans loudly as she removes the makeup

"Ellie's pretty cool huh?" your sister opens the door and stands next to you "yeah, she's nice"

"someone's got a crush" she teases, you shove her playfully "what? ew no!" you knew she was right but you aren't going to admit it to your cooler older sister "whatever loser, I'm going out, call me if you need anything" you hum in acknowledgement, and Ellie returns.

"I'm not good at this" she looks at the ground and plays with her fingers "c'mon, let's watch a movie instead?" she looks at you and nods.

Eating the popcorn, you find yourself cuddled up against Ellie trying not to shit your fucking pants watching "the ring" you're genuinely fucking petrified but Ellie doesn't seem scared.

"you're not fucking scared of this shit?" your eyes are wide with fear as you look at Ellie, she shrugs "my dad watches this shit all the time- it's not that scary"

your mouth falls open in surprise, "well .. if you're too scared-"

"oh bitch, you're on" it was now a challenge, that you were more definitely going to lose. moving yourself as close as you possibly could to Ellie, she's caressing your hair gently and smiling down at you. "can we turn it off and watch something less scary?" you mumble and Ellie lets out a teasing "huh?"

"Ellie please" she groans and fakes a pout, grabbing the remote and putting on my little pony to soothe your nerves.

while you were falling asleep, Ellie had a million things running through her mind...

why do I like them? fuck I'm crushing so hard. hopefully they won't notice.

and just like that, you became her best friend (other than Jesse and Dina) and you, Jesse, Dina and Ellie would have sleepovers, being corny, and giggling about drama—though it wasn't a billion friends, Ellie felt content that she had friends she could rely on and that she could trust.

#ellie williams #ellie the last of us #trans!ellie #transgender ellie #ellie x reader #ellie tlou #ellie x fem reader #ellie x y/n #the last of us #ellie x you #ellie williams x fluff #ellie williams fluff #elliesspacewalker blurbs

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heizouz · 1 year

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you write sub! genshin men so well…

no one ever gives any love to thoma and i feel like i need it ☹️

nsfw sub!thoma + gn!reader, puppy sub thoma

hihi!!! tysm omg aww <33 im glad u like my writing :'')) 💔 this didn't turn out exactly as i wanted but ah well! i ADORE sub thoma it's so sad he doesn't get enough love.... :'( n e way i hope this is ok!! <3

thoma is an obedient sub.

he puts your needs first, making sure you're served properly, taking his time to pleasure you just how he knows you like it.

he's a housekeeper, it's his job to be obedient.

so that's why, when you shove him into a random closet in the kamisato estate, one hand covering his mouth and your other working along his cock, he just takes it.

thoma's whimpers are quiet and soft behind your hand, but a loud whine bleeds past your fingers and you force back a quiet giggle. thoma's eyebrows scrunch as you run your thumb over the head of his cock, your hand pressing harder over his mouth.

"quiet, darling." you hush, tilting your head a little when thoma's eyes sparkle with need, a silent beg.

his blonde hair is messy, framing his eyes—lidded and gleaming—and sweat beads at his forehead from your close proximity due to the small space you were occupying. thoma's hands hesitate in the air, debating whether to touch you or not and you nod, giving him permission.

his shaky hand drops to hold your wrist, attempting to slow your movements on his cock because it's "too much" he whines, muffled by your hand. although his attempt, his hold is weak and he lets his head fall back against the wall, eyes shutting when you gently squeeze him.

you smirk. "'s too much for you?" thoma can hear the mocking lilt in the tone of your voice and he whimpers, shaking his head 'yes'.

"oh," you coo, pouting at his writhing body, his cock dripping onto your fingers, "but you can take it like a good boy, can't you?"

the mention of being good makes his heart leap and his eyes snap open—determined. he nods pliantly.

a choked moan slips past his lips at the way you tease his slit gently with your thumb, legs almost buckling and eyes practically rolling back. thoma presses himself hard against the wall behind him to keep himself up and your breath hitches because he's so pretty.

you could have him like this all day; whining, shaking but oh so obedient under just your hands.

thoma cries out, fucking his cock into your tight fist when you squeeze him again. you can feel how wet he is; can hear it, and the noises leave thoma somewhat embarrassed as even in the low light of the room you can see the red flush chasing up his neck.

still, you click your tongue a little at how loud he's being.

you don't even have to say anything when you remove your hand from his mouth, as his lips part obediently and you slip two of your fingers past them to shut him up.

"that's it." you part your lips in a small gasp at the way thoma stares at you so innocently, lips closed around your fingers and hips bucking into your hand.

"being such a good boy for me, aren't you thoma?" the blonde nods, eyes wide and glittery at the praise. his thighs shake, chest heaving and you can feel his quick pants as he breathes quickly through his nose.

he's close.

thoma just takes it when you press further into his mouth, ripping a small choke from him when you slowly fuck his mouth with your fingers. he's almost drooling—whimpering and whining stupidly around the digits as thrust your fingers past his lips at the same time as you stroke his cock.

after a few seconds, the blonde arches slightly off the wall, gasping sharply. you just watch, hand stilling on his cock and he makes a mess between the two of you. pretty baby has tears in his half lidded eyes — eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, thrusting into your fist as he finishes.

thoma doesn't complain when you pull your fingers from his mouth, only to replace them with your dirtied ones. his mind is too dazed from his orgasm and how good you're being to him. he stares at you — teasing, but searching for praise — as he licks his cum off your fingers, taking them into his mouth like a good boy. you breathe out shakily, eyes not moving from his face and he practically lathers in the dark look in your eyes.

thoma moans around your fingers when you shift your body closer to him, pressing his sensitive cock between the two of you and your thigh spreads his legs open a little.

"dumb puppy." you whisper, eyeing the way his mouth drops open wider when you usher your fingers a little further against his tongue. his eyes glaze over at the words, head nodding submissively as if agreeing with you and you smile, cat-like.

humming, you press your lips to his ear, "think you can still keep quiet, puppy?" and your hand slips between your bodies to grasp thoma's still leaking cock again.

#count how many times i write abt hndjobs #sub thoma is my life #little dumb blonde puppy >:((#dom reader #genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin x reader #sub genshin #genshin #sub thoma #thoma #thoma x reader #thoma smut #requests #send asks #asks

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whispereons · 1 year

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Oracle!Reader Part 12

Masterlist - Part 1, Part 11, Part 13

Putting this early so y'all got something to read while waiting for Fontaine. Gl on wishing/saving!

Warning! This is SAGAU which is yandere, plus my story is imposter au which makes things even worse. You can expect detailed descriptions of sensitive topics like blood in this chapter.

The water is still as Mountain Shaper relays your claim to the other adepti. The cutting gaze they have is deflected by that calm expression you wear.

"Then before we deal with them, let's wrap up the situation with the children." Ganyu speaks softly as her eyes move past your form with wariness.

Xingqiu and Chongyun relax at the sight of Ganyu.With her around, the punishment from the adepti should be prevented.

"Thank you both for coming to save the children, and I'm sorry we weren't in time to help that poor boy. I'm afraid I'll have to burden you both with the task of bringing them back to the city. This would be quite a big deal, especially for you, Xingqiu, as the son of such a prestigious family."

Xingqiu freezes up at the mention of his family while Ganyu takes out a notepad. She writes something on it and hands it over to him.

"This is a brief report on what happened, your cover up is that I asked you to bring them back home. You and your friend will have to give a report to the Millelith and when I get back, I can finish the report. I can get the needed information from your... teammate."

The skepticism and slight disgust in her voice makes it perfectly clear what she thinks about you. She didn't even want to thank you for participating in saving the children.

Ganyu is an adepti, even if she is half human, and that is why she has some of that signature arrogance. She always did jump to conclusions; like how she attacked that Fatui skirmisher that was berry picking. Her arrogance only makes it harder for her to change her mind until it's nearly too late.

Xingqiu smiles politely but the twitch in his eyebrow as he accepts the note says it all. Chongyun's face visibly sours but he keeps quiet. They both turn to you, silently asking if it's okay for them to leave you here.

Your lips stretch into a cheery smile and you give them a thumbs up. "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. Just make sure Yiran gets to her father and that the mother of that poor boy gets his body."

They leave with the children clinging to them, the children still have remnants of tears in their eyes. You can only silently command Teyvat to make their journey back to the city as safe as possible.

"One knows not why this interloper is not already decaying at our feet. Surely any being that claims such a frivolous thing deserves to be sacrificed to the glorious Creator."

Rude as always, Cloud Retainer is the first to ignite the hatred for you. In Genshin she was always comedic relief after the Archon quest but it's different with your current position.

"Don't be so quick to see to my death, Cloud Retainer. Surely Mountain Shaper has already told you what secret information I know about you all." You smoothly comment.

"The young herbalist is not impossible to hold information on, it's the scent of Teyvat on you that led me to not kick you off my mountain." Moon Carver interferes calmly. You get the sense that he's the most curious on who you are in contrast to the rest that just want you to die.

"Like I said, I'm an Oracle for the Creator themself. Surely you aren't going to doubt Teyvat in who it chooses to embrace."

"Mimicry is a common tactic among evildoers like yourself. Perhaps you're a demonic spirit from the old war hiding in human flesh. It would suffice as an explanation for the way you used that little girl to buy time for yourself."

Mountain Shaper pushes the agenda of some evil lurking within you. Honestly, it's starting to annoy you but becoming emotional would only fuel them further.

"I only spoke to Yiran so rashly due to your stupid rules. Who focuses on intruders that you clearly saw came for the children instead of the terrified young girl? She was scared from the massacre and felt responsible for that boy's death. That same dead boy’s mother that you proceeded to insult."

"And why should we concern ourselves with the folly of humans?"

"I'm not asking you to. I'm saying that you should at least allow the other humans to help those children, yet you treat adults and children like they have the same mental capacity. Not surprising as adepti couldn't possibly understand the complexity of humanity but it’s still quite disappointing that you cannot even see the logic."

Your words earn you a sharp amber tearing into the skin of your left arm. A low curse escapes you as you yank the injured arm away from the crimson painted amber. Examining the wound with a grimace, you apply pressure to slow the bleeding. The puncture wound lets your blood stain the clothing and drip off.

It didn't go all the way through but in certain areas your vein and arteries can be seen. Not broken, just exposed and so very painful. Resisting the tears, you dig into your bag with your good hand for the medical kit.

As you clean and wrap up your wound, you can hear the adepti arguing.

"What are you doing you old coot? One was looking to expose their lies, not attack in such a haste. Now that filthy blood is staining my abode."

"Cloud Retainer is correct on this topic. As devoted worshippers of our caliber, having the ability to unravel the demonic lies is true proof of our strength."

It's so funny, you almost want to laugh in their faces. 'Filthy blood'? Your blood is the one that they worship like salvation. 'Demonic lies?' Isn't the Creator's word's law and truth no matter the message?

That haughtiness that leads them to try beating you at your own game will be their downfall. You'll enjoy this new act. After all...

They're only the stepping stones for the showdown between you and the Geo Archon.

With a bandaged arm that sends dull aches and electrifying pain at intervals, you smile and speak in a sweet tone.

"Finished conversing yet? If you're ready to try exposing my nonexistent lie then get rid of this amber cage and let me show you firsthand why I'm the Creator's Oracle."

Your serene smile is met with sharp glares, distrustful eyes and a timid gaze that speaks first.

"And what proof or action will you show us?"

"Well, I have multiple ways, but illuminated beings like yourself will not be satisfied with that. You'll see it as a trick, a prepared prop to convince you all. So instead, why don't you ask me to do something or relay something to the creator? Something that you're positive I can't complete."

Beisht's scale seems to make your bag heavier with the reminder of its existence. But it's not time for it yet. The adepti only see Beisht as an enemy, that gamble isn't one you're willing to risk just yet.

"One would never ask you to pray to the creator and sully their ears with your sinful voice. One has a better idea on what you can do as 'proof'. As much as One hates to let you get closer, it is necessary to enter my abode."

Mountain Shaper seems to grumble as the other adepti force him to release you. Chains made of Geo and Dendro wrap around your wrists and tug you forward.

Were you truly that untrustworthy in their eyes? Four adepti against one human, the outcome is obvious, but you keep a leisurely pace behind them.

Cloud Retainer's domain-like door opens and once you all step inside, the door shuts with a loud bang. It's just like how you remembered it in the game.

An absolute confusing mess.

Ganyu and Cloud Retainer cross the barely hanging rock bridge with ease, Meanwhile Moon Carver and Mountain Shaper throw remarks at her.

"What is the meaning of such a mess? It's in even worse condition than when we visited 300 years ago."

"One's abode is not of your concern. It is normal for one to keep it in the environment that suits one's needs."

Cloud Retainer and Mountain Shaper continue to bicker back and forth as you are led through the turning platforms and transparent golden bridges.

"Maybe if a certain mortal had just accepted death as their punishment, we wouldn't have to be going through this disorganization."

As adepti, they probably could have just flown to the top where Cloud Retainers' main ruins are but as you are clearly human, they had to take the long way. They don't bother to keep that fact quiet but Moon Carver constantly saying that only makes you walk slower in pettiness.

The main ruin finally comes into view and you remember the initial conversation with Cloud Retainer when you had to discuss Morax's fake death. The door behind that never let players in, is now open.

Entering you are greeted with long hallways with inventions in different stages of creation littering it. Texts, and murals of different time periods cover the walls. Morax, Guizong, the Yaksha and even other adepti you don't recognize are there.

A left turn at a three way intersection goes to a large room decorated beautifully with feathers and gemstones alike. The image of you forming an egg that has brown scales and gold accents is the main centerpiece.

This must be how they believe you created Morax. Then does that solve the question on whether the egg or the chicken comes first?

Cloud Retainer stops in the middle of the room and spreads her wings to point at the sides of the room that are inscribed with text.

"Ever since One took residence in this abode, One has never been able to decipher the text, nor has any other being that got One's permission to enter this sacred room been able to decipher it. If you are truly the Oracle then surely you must be able to decode such scriptures."

"Then let's see just what message this scripture contains." Your proud words are all the bravado you need to walk past their eyes and approach the closest words on the left wall.

As you move to walk past Cloud Retainer's form, she brings her wing down to cover your path.

"Death is the only ending for you in One's eyes. If you fail to translate, then you'll die. If you tarnish or destroy it, then you'll die. And if you refuse, then death will claim you before you can even finish your words."

"I understand full and well, Cloud Retainer. My life belongs to the Creator, no matter how difficult or painful."

Her wing cuts through your shackles with ease. Now free, you walk past with that confident posture you've held throughout this meeting. Your hands itch to run over the wall and pray that Teyvat will automatically translate it as it had done for everything else. Yet when you get close enough to make out the words, you smile widely. A sight so beautiful for your poor eyes.

'Elemental creatures of all kinds must continue to worship the maker of all things to maintain their loving and personal connection. Refusing or forgetting to do so is the same as rejecting or not caring for them. Consequences are dire and just like trust, it'll be much harder to restore.'

Your language is written on the wall in clear letters. Your luck seems to have turned around for now. You could do so much with this information.

"I can understand this perfectly. It's the language the Creator uses to communicate on the world they're resting in. The scripture describes elemental worship that is specific to only elemental beings."

You recite the first text with ease as the room goes quiet. Not a laugh, scoff nor grumble is heard in the room. Should you take this as a bad or good thing?

Pushing onward you begin to translate the rest of the text on both sides of the room. It gives a detailed explanation on how to sacrifice body parts, energy, blood, and lifeforce.

"Stop, we have heard enough." Moon Carver cuts in emotionlessly. You look back at them feigning a confused expression. Trouble is clear on their faces, the truth of your words is spreading guilt within them.

Inwardly your lips curve into a smile that seems to soothe the pain in your arm.

They aren't guilty from the approaching truth of your 'oracle' status being real. They're feeling guilt over the worship methods that they had forgotten.

But pompous beings like them will never accept their wrong-doings so easily.

"You speak of words that poison our minds and weigh our hearts with guilt. This may be but a sham that you wish to deceive us with. Us, illuminated beasts will not accept this method until it's been proven in our sights."

With a careless shrug and scoff, you speak to Mountain Shaper with an uncaring attitude. "I would happily do it to myself just to prove my words true, but I'm not an elemental being like you all were so happy to point out. It seems one of you will have to test it out or we'll never get anywhere."

"Or perhaps we can end this farce now and eliminate you from the beloved maker's gaze." His angry reaction has you covering your mouth in surprise.

"You would skip past the proper protocols in the case concerning the Creator? Where is your devotion? Your faith? Or are you just afraid to do so and see the honesty in my words? Maybe it's a mix of both..."

Mountain Shaper takes a clawed step forward that makes the ruins shake. Cloud Retainer blocks his path with her wing.

"One has had enough of this Shaper! Treat the eulogies and artwork of the creator with more respect."

"It is shameful that an illuminated being like yourself is being led by a mortal like that. Are we not the ones who survived this long despite the varying enemies and plots? Calm yourself before you sully the Creator's pride with your uncontrollable wrath."

Mountain Shaper looks pissed as his eyes glare at you with malice. The temptation to flip him off with a shit-eating grin is too strong and he turns away like a toddler at your crude actions.

"I can do the ritual for us to learn the truth on this matter." A timid voice steps in during the brief silence. All eyes turn to Ganyu as she keeps her hands close to her chest.

"All the work I do is for Liyue, Rex Lapis, and most importantly: the Creator. If this method is true then I can learn a more intimate way to worship them. And if not, then I can keep the creator's reputation pure by utterly destroying Y/N."

Her words are soft and gentle but turn dark near the end as she stares at you seriously. The adepti stay quiet seeming to respect her bold actions even if Cloud Retainer seems just a bit ruffled.

"You said that there are many different offerings to give, all with their own reward. Which one would give the best result?"

"The energy sacrifice would be the most convenient and easiest but it doesn't fit you well due to your lethargic nature. Your body is physically strong so a blood offering would be the best choice."

Ganyu's eyes seem to follow your form as you step closer to the section that contains the instructions for the blood offering. She's no doubt trying to figure out how you could know about that without considering the possibility of you being the Oracle true.

You read it out loud so that everyone is on the same page before looking back at them.

"So let's start with the main things. We'll need a clear area outside along with a ceremonial dagger and cup. I'll wait here and write down all the ritual instructions for future use."

In Genshin you always know a NPC is suspicious when they want to 'wait and write' something while you do the actual work. The distrustful looks they all send you feel the same way.

They leave Ganyu to watch over you while they all leave to prepare the ritual. Deciding to leave Ganyu alone, you go back to jotting down the text into your handbook.

It's quiet to the point of it being uncomfortable yet you diligently finish the notes and simply doodle on the free space. Ganyu's eyes never stop running down your body, you ask yourself if she's even blinking.

"Before I came here to visit, I heard of an incident at Liyue Harbor. About two geovishap hatchlings that went feral and caused a mess. The most interesting part was how the 'winner' displayed its trophy to a masked stranger."

Ah, Ganyu... 3,000 years old and counting half-qilin adeptus with a whole war as experience. Did you ever forget her knowledge? No, you just simply underestimated her resilience to erosion.

"Is there something you want to ask me about that incident? If so, just spit it out. Communication is important, a secretary like yourself should know that much."

"I have no doubt that you are the person in the incident. I'm conflicted over how you came to your... position. Someone tricking the people is normal and still saddening. But someone trying to trick the adepti? Foolish and stupid. I will stop you either way but just know that I will not stand for your evil actions."

A laugh slips past your lips as your gaze falls onto her firm stance. Gentle and quiet are the words to describe qilin yet the conflict avoiding nature seemed to have skipped Ganyu's genes.

"Then I hope you repent properly to the creator for refusing to believe their loyal servant for speaking the truth." You move to stand in front of her and stare deeply into her eyes with mirth. "It seems the adepti have already returned. Why don't we get going?"

Not a moment later, Cloud Retainer's voice rings out, calling for you both to come outside. Smiling cheerfully, you follow Ganyu out of Cloud Retainer's home.

The moon's glow tenderly caresses your skin and bandaged arm as the water laps at your legs. The adepti stand on the small patch of land as you and Ganyu trudge across the water. On the table is a clean dagger with intricate gold patterns and a gold chalice decorated with Noctilucous Jade.

Dagger and chalice in hand, you survey the area with a critical eye. Smiling, you point at an area of water.

"The water here is clean and clear so it fits the bill in what the ritual needs. Follow me Ganyu." Not bothering to look back you walk deeper into the water, even still the water only reaches above your knees.

"Words are not needed, only actions. Kneel and choose a place for me to cut you. Your blood has to fill the chalice to the brim."

She goes along with your words and kneels, letting the liquid soak her clothes without complaint. Grabbing ahold of her beautiful white sleeve, she pulls it off, exposing her arm.

"Cut my arm in a long shallow slit so it can be filled quickly without too much damage."

"Alright, let me go over the steps once more as your time is limited once it's filled." With practiced ease, you cut her arm and watch her blood flow into the chalice. Not even a peep escapes her from the pain.

"You'll hold the chalice with both hands raising it into the air to signify that you are offering. Keep your eyes closed and pray for what you wish to communicate to the creator. In this case, you want to pray for the creator to accept your blood offering as the first step to forgiveness. After that you'll just need to follow my lead."

Ganyu nods solemnly and you move the now filled chalice to her hands carefully to avoid spilling it. Her eyelids flutter shut as her hands hold the chalice high in the air. The air seems to still as her lips move to mouth a silent prayer.

The blood that drips down her arm and into the water seems hypnotizing. To think you’d really hurt someone to hide your lie. It's different then the case with Beisht; you hurt Beisht to prove your identity. What you have done to Ganyu is a line you may have to cross again in the future. What if you eventually kill someone to hide your lie? The thought seems ludicrous to you now but so did hurting someone before this moment...

Your thoughts seem to still when the blood dripping from her wound changes in color. No, not just color but in texture too. Those wine red drops shift to a mix of pink and blue. It solidifies into a small glittering object that clinks softly as it hits the water.

It flashes for a moment before dissolving into water like it never existed. Was that truly what a primogem looked like in real life?

An indescribable feeling swells up in your chest, soft whispers lead your body closer to Ganyu without a fight. Shakily your hands cover hers as that intangible feeling urges you to speak.

'I accept your offering' is nearly spoken but even in this haze of dopamine and serotonin, your self control is firm.

"The Creator accepts your offering." Your words are shaky with unknown emotions. Is this Ganyu's feelings towards you as the creator? It's gentle and rests on your soul like a weighted blanket feebly trying to pull you into a deep sleep.

Reminding yourself of the ritual at hand, you begin to tilt the chalice toward the ground. The scripture never specified what would happen but the sight you receive is beyond what you could expect.

What pours out of the chalice is not scarlet liquid, but thousands of primogems that clink and clank as it hits the water. Just like earlier, it dissolves leaving bubbles that cloud the starry sky that was reflected on the surface.

When the last primogem hits the water, you release Ganyu's hands and step back. You look up at the night sky that begins to glow with color as your voice cuts through the tense silence.

"Open your eyes Ganyu, it's time to see your wish revitalized. The Creator accepted your offering after all."

Coral and lavender eyes open slowly and go wide at the sight of the sky. The chalice is gripped in tightly on her lap as the night blooms with blue and purple wishes.

A single gold star begins to travel through the air at high speeds. Noticing its course you step farther away from Ganyu as she stays kneeling in amazement at the sight.

Before anyone can speak, the gold shooting star hits Ganyu and engulfs her spot with a beam of light. It's harsh on your eyes but the game screen that automatically opens in front of you soothes it.

Ganyu's splash art is the only thing you see before you click it off with a triumphant smile. Skipping through all the other wishes and four star constellations, the game screen and gold light disappear at the same time.

A shocked and confused Ganyu could be expected. A quietly happy and thankful Ganyu was expected. But the half qilin adeptus silently bawling her eyes out as she stays kneeling in the water was what greeted you instead.

The other adepti don't hesitate to move to your area with inhuman speed from where they were watching. You expected Mountain Shaper to be the first one to attack you as Moon Carver stands protectively in front of Ganyu but it seems the adepti didn't like to respond logically.

Sharp talons wrapped around your neck as the weight of the crane pushes you back onto the water. The unexpected submersion has you coughing uncontrollably underwater as your body seems to be weighed down by something invisible.

Fingers dig into your throat as blurry yells make your heart pound with panic.

"It's all your fault!"

"None of this would have happened if you didn't exist!"

"Should have just let me do what I want with you, you pathetic fuck!"

Sickle in hand your attacks are choppy as the electro sputters in and out of existence. The fingers turn into a bruising, clawed grip once more as your free hand grabs a fistful of feathers.

The crane is pulled away and by extension you're pulled out of the water too. The water droplets make your vision blur as you try to calm your hyperventilation into something less vulnerable.

Cloud Retainer is held back by all three adepti as she squawks with indignation. The ringing in your ears prevents you from hearing anything more than, "One has not seen Ganyu cry in such a way since she was a child!"

Ganyu seems more than embarrassed as she repeatedly tells Cloud Retainer something you can't be bothered to make out. Your nails dig into the blood and feathers in your hand as you stare at the missing patch of feathers on Cloud Retainers body.

You're cold, wet, hungry, and so very tired but that bald patch you left on the noisy crane makes you feel happy in a vengeful way. If you weren't still reeling from the near death experience you would have loved to comment on her new preen.

The situation seems to calm down as Ganyu and the rest explain something thoroughly to Cloud Retainer. It's obvious that she had gone on a rampage due to Ganyu's reaction without bothering to view the situation in full. A rare mistake for someone as meticulous as her.

With care and concern only for the present, you move to the edge of the mountain and stare out across the sky. The view of Liyue is muddled yet enhanced by the starry sky. The grass under your shoes is welcome in comparison to the pond that nearly swallowed you whole.

Your fingers mindlessly pick at the healing scabs and bruises from the treasure hoarder fiasco. The grimace on your face is not from the pain of the jostled arm but the uncomfortable feeling of wet bandages. Carefully, your fingers trace the new talon marks on your neck that you gained from Cloud Retainer. Should you get hurt by Moon Carver too, to collect wounds from all three?

The grass crunches behind you and you already know what is about to happen. Your eyebrows pinch in worry and your gaze rarely leaves the floor as the adepti stand face to face with them.

"I'm so sorry for my reaction earlier. I was so surprised and overjoyed that the sacrifice convinced the Creator to awaken me that I reacted in such a shameful way. It's due to my failure to keep my emotions in check that you got hurt. Please forgive me."

Your mind is blank but your body is well versed in what to do, what lies to say. Softening eyes are steady with Ganyu's as your fingers gingerly touch the claw marks.

"I understand Ganyu, the creator's grace is an amazing thing. Be sure to serve them properly from now on." With a near patronizing tone you speak to the adepti as a whole.

"Don't you see what damage you had done to me? The creator is love, peace, justice and truth. I hope you don't think they'll let Cloud Retainer and Mountain Shaper off easy for harming me who has taken on such a heavy and dangerous burden."

Facades are only good if you know how to upkeep and keep track of them. If you act like some soft pushover now, they'll be suspicious. You slide into the control seat of the spider web of lies you've created as easily as breathing.

Rest? Mental breakdowns? Dissociative states? Hallucinations from past traumatic experiences? All of those things must be pushed into the crevice in your mind. The same crevice that seems to grow deeper and darker with each passing year since your birth. Those thoughts can consume you when you're safe, if that day ever comes.

They react exactly as you expected; haughty but thoroughly humbled with seeds of self doubt planted in their hearts. Breaking even a fraction of their pride in their fake-ass devotion brings a longing for them to crumble even more.

You go along with conversation while conserving as much energy as possible. Ganyu was the only one with enough sensibility to apologize to you so why should you care about the rest of them? If they had Ganyu carry and apologize in their stead then they should be just as fine with you only giving her actual attention.

Pointing out this fact seemed to stun them into a tense silence. Your body naturally goes on edge expecting some sort of attack but nothing comes. Instead they present you with a few apologies without using words.

"As a faithful servant of the Creator, you are welcomed anytime in Jueyun Karst, as well as any other areas that would be deemed off-limits within our authority."

"Why not stay in One's home for the night after the enlightening events that have occurred today? One is not a careless host and will be sure to provide all that you need during your stay."

It honestly wasn't a bad idea, your mind and body were not fit for teleporting to Liyue and setting up camp. You accepted the offer despite knowing that the sleep you will get will not be fulfilling.

The conversations they hold as you are fed and tended to flow in one ear and out the other. The most notable information you picked up was how they wanted to try the method themself and even spread it to Xiao in hopes of the creator lessening his karmic debt.

It's Ganyu that accompanies you to a guest room that Cloud Retainer somehow managed to not make messy. The other adepti seem to think that you like her in some way when little to their knowledge, you're simply fond of her.

Not in the way that you want to be near or interact with her. She apologized for being part of the reason you were attacked. She still hasn't apologized for all her previous rude actions. You liked her the same way as you did on Earth. Only as a character.

A voice whispers that it's better than how you refuse to associate with Ei in any way.

You lay down on a clean mattress in the comforting silence of the night. You're dry, warm, full, and comfortable yet still as on edge as before. The eyebags you wear are not from random all-nighters but from the never-ending cycle of lying for a living. Both on Earth and on Teyvat.

Sleep doesn't come easy, not with the constant fear of talons holding you down. Nor with the unease of amber cutting through your skin. Rest comes in spurts of deep sleep before hands are choking you again back into the waking world.

Sometimes you wish you could forget who your family was too.

Your internal clock is all sorts of confused as you wake up for the 50th time. Judging by the lack of discomfort in your body, you couldn't have slept more than an hour.

Pale green glows in the corner of your eyes making you speed into sitting position. You catch the faintest glimpse of a horned masked bearing large fangs and glowing teal eyes.

You blink at the spot as your breath is harsh even to your own ears. Was it real? Was he here? Why would he be?

For what reason would he watch you sleep if not to investigate?

The cool mask calms your clammy skin. If he had looked under it, you wouldn't be here anyway. It's that morbid thought that brings you peace.

How ironic.

Knowing that sleep will not come to you for a while, you get dressed and follow the vague memory of the path Ganyu took when bringing you to the guest room.

It leads to the domain doors to the outside and the brush of your fingertips on the stone doors has it moving smoothly. The early morning sun warms the stone walkway as you exit into the free space.

The sight of the pond trudges up memories of yesterday. With a bright smile and light footsteps, you hurry down the staircase and jump over the water with ease.

"-yet how could we possibly forget such a vital ritual?" "One suspects larger factors are at play." "The records in our abodes should show-"

Catching the near ending of such a serious conversation, you slow down as they all turn to look at you.

"Awake already Y/N? Would you like a light breakfast?" Ganyu is the first to speak, the other adepti are surely still examining you. Now far more lucid than last night you are positive that having another meal with them would be a true nightmare.

"I'm not hungry when it's so early so I'll pass for now. There are many private duties that the creator asks of me and it would be best that I get straight to it. Yet there's a slight problem."

The adepti seem to tense up in unison, not that they are wrong for doing so. You've been a consistent thorn in their side since you met Mountain Shaper.

"You see, my body has not fully recovered from the injuries that I received from fighting the treasure hoarders. And with the how rough I was handled by you all, my injuries were reopened."

The wind ruffles your hair as if highlighting the bruise and talon marks. Your left hand is pressed against your chest making the sun shine on the bandaged arm. The parts of damaged exposed skin are the icing on the cake.

"Then what is it that you desire oracle of the beloved? Do you wish to check on the children that were saved?" Mountain Shaper's voice is like ice. Sharp when cold like yesterday but smooth when controlled correctly.

It was a good thing you slept, even if it was sucky. You almost missed out on such a great bargaining chip!

"That is one thing I plan to do when I head to the city but there's a few things before that. Since you're already offering to take me then it would be a great help if you can take me to this location."

Shamelessly you hold out the map in your handbook with the only commission location left.

Increasing Danger - Hilichurls are building towers in the circled area. Destroy these towers for the safety of the people.

Mountain Shaper sighs tiredly and is about to respond when you cut him off on purpose.

"Oh and those ceremonial tools we used in the ritual yesterday? I need them. The creator is an all-loving deity that would never desire to push away the innocent and loyal beings in Teyvat unless they deserved it. The creator wishes to conduct more rituals if necessary."

Cloud Retainer seems to stare at you in shock at the forceful way you pushed for the items you desire. The dagger and chalice glint in the sunlight as she resists the urge to hide them from your greedy eyes.

"But before you drop me off for good at my commission site, I'll need you all to help me activate the teleport waypoints. There's no way I'm climbing those mountains again. Besides, the creator blessed you all with such power, how could you not use it to support a fellow devotee?"

Your smile widens to bare all your teeth as Moon Carver avoids looking directly at you. They may be reluctant but you always make sure to have your debts be paid with interest. The price for hurting, exhausting, and stressing you out is not one to sneeze at either.

Quite a few teleport waypoints were activated with the dagger and chalice safely in your bag. Adeptus powers really were useful in situations like these. Within half an hour you had activated enough to safely teleport around Jueyun Karst without fear of running into the adepti again.

As Mountain Shaper sets you down nearby the hilichurl camp and towers for your commission, his curiosity finally gets the best of him.

"For what reason did you discolor so many teleport waypoints?"

"I can teleport using them due to the creator's blessing. Now that I activated them, I can teleport to all of your mountains whenever I want to visit!"

Each word you say with a cheerful grin seems to send him deeper into agony. He nods tightlipped and flies away. The wind brings his muttered words to your words.

"A vacation is in order. A vacation for as long as possible."

Messing with the adepti was really fun. You just hoped that they would go on vacation permanently, your job would be much easier that way.

All you have left is to finish this commission, teleport to the waypoint near the harbor's entrance and get your money. Simple as that. Opening the game window from your safe viewing spot of the hilichurl camp, you begin to review all the books on hilichurls.

First and foremost, thank you to the editor of this chapter @serpent-benediction! He was a huge help even if he terrorized me the whole time </3

It gives me more time to add some fun stuff like italics and bold. Stories pack more of a punch with flair, in my eyes at least. All the improvements to the chapter are his work like capitalizing Oracle and Creator. We did debate on whether adepti was species or title. So yall are free to give your opinion on which it is and whether it should be capitalized. I'm glad to see that (almost) all the build-up to the adepti part is finished. Well for the adepti at least. I was like dead tired after the choking part so that's why it may be a bit wonky. Now that I'm not pressed for time (yet. Sep is coming soon) I wanted to thank everyone for staying this long in the series! I love reading and responding to comments. I love reading the notes and/or tags from reblogs. I don't know if I should respond to reblogs like I do to comments. Cause I see some really in-depth reblogs that I wanna respond to but I end up not doing that thanks to my thoughts of-'Is that weird, strange or uncomfortable?' I just don't wanna scare anyone off. And for those that might wonder why Y/N was choking here but not with Beisht, it's due to Retainer. Retainer was using her adeptus power to pressure the water against Y/N which caused the drowning and bruises. I hope that clears it up a lil!

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nctnanajaemin · 2 months

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my brother's bestfriend pairing: lee jeno x na!sister reader chapter seven word count:1.2k warnings: pregnancy

it's been a couple of days since the talk with jaemin. you got a job at the local coffee shop and transferred to a college closer to home.

you have today off and planned on spending it relaxing and doing nothing, but jaemin seems to have other plans.

he takes one look at you curled up on the couch with a blanket wrapped around you and a book in your lap and shakes his head. "you have the whole day off and you're just going to spend it on the couch?"

you shrug, not even looking up from your book. "yeah."

he walks over and flops down on the couch, snatching the book out of your hands and putting it on the coffee table so it's out of reach. "is jeno coming over today?"

you nod. "after he gets off work."

jaemin hums in response, leaning his head back against the couch and staring at the ceiling. "i need to talk to him."

you're surprised that he's actually talking about speaking to jeno. "i'm glad that you finally want to talk to him, but please be nice about it."

"i will. don't worry."

the hours pass slowly. you spend the afternoon half dreading and half anticipating the inevitable conversation between jaemin and jeno.

you hear the door open and walk out of the kitchen as jeno shuts the door.

"hey."

"hey, how was work?" you ask as he pulls you into a hug.

"surprisingly, not that bad. you seem tense, everything okay?"

"yeah, i'm fine." you reply, looking up at him.

he moves his hands from your hips to cup your face, studying your expression. "you sure? you seem like something's on your mind."

you let out a heavy sigh. "jae wants to talk to you."

"okay, it'll be fine. is he in his room?" he asks, letting go of your face.

"no, he's in the living room."

"alright, i'll go talk to him." he says, giving you a reassuring smile before making his way to the living room.

you stay in the entryway, wanting to give the two of them space to talk but also secretly hoping to hear as much as you can.

"hey, man," jeno starts. "y/n said you wanted to talk to me?"

jaemin nods, locking his phone and dropping it into his lap. "yeah, i do," he replies, and motions for jeno to sit down.

jeno sits down and jaemin takes a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. "i've had a lot of time to think about everything that happened. the way i reacted… it wasn't right. i let my emotions get the best of me, and i'm really sorry for that."

"i understand, jaemin. i get why you were upset. it was a lot to take in all at once."

jaemin shakes his head. "but that's no excuse."

it's quiet for a couple seconds before jaemin speaks again. "i have a question and i know you two aren't together, but what are your intentions with her? like, how serious are you about her?"

jeno stiffens, not expecting the question to be brought up so soon in the conversation. "i'm serious about her. honestly, probably more than i've been about anything or anyone in my entire life, dude. i love her."

"you love her?" jaemin asks, his voice betraying a hint of disbelief. he's known jeno for years and has never once heard him say he loved a girl.

"yes. i love her."

jaemin shakes his head. "never did i think i would ever hear you say you loved a girl."

"yeah, neither did i. but she's different. she's… everything."

"you sound like a love-sick puppy, dude." jaemin teases.

jeno rolls his eyes. "shut up, it's called being in love but you wouldn't know."

"pfft, whatever." jaemin mutters, his tone still mocking. "if you love her, why haven't you asked her out yet?"

jeno's expression falters. "i just haven't found the right time yet."

"the right time? jeno, come on. you guys have been seeing each other off and on for five years now."

"i know, i know. but things have been so complicated lately. with her transferring schools, starting a job, and everything with the baby… i don't want to add more pressure."

"you think asking her to be your girlfriend would be adding more pressure? dude, she's carrying your child. she deserves some kind of stability."

jeno fidgets nervously with his fingers. "i know she does. but i can't shake the feeling that if i ask her to be my girlfriend now, it'll seem like i'm only doing it because she's pregnant."

"do you honestly think she would see it like that?"

"i don't know. we talked before we found out she was pregnant, and we both confessed our feelings for each other but like a dumbass i fucked it up."

"how'd you fuck it up?"

"i freaked out and ghosted her for a month. i never loved a girl before, and i was in shock."

jaemin snorts. "you're such an idiot. plan a little date night, ask her out and if it makes you feel better reassure her that you are asking her out because you genuinely love her and not because you got her pregnant."

"you're right. i need to stop making stupid excuses and just man up and ask her." jeno sighs, running a hand through his hair. "but what if she says no?"

"she's not going to say no, jeno. she loves you just as much as you love her, if not more. just go talk to her. and hey," he adds, a bit more serious, "whatever happens, i'm here for both of you."

jeno stands up and glances towards the entryway, expecting to see you eavesdropping but you quickly make your way into the kitchen before he can see you. "thanks man."

he walks into the kitchen a couple seconds later and you look over at him. "everything okay?"

"yeah, everything's fine," he reassures you. "do you want to go for a drive? get out of the house for a bit?"

you nod and follow him outside to his car.

the drive starts in comfortable silence, but after a few minutes you decide to break it. "where are we going?"

"just a little place i go to when i want to escape for a little bit. you'll like it," he says with a small smile.

after about twenty minutes, jeno parks in front of a lake. the two of you get out and he takes your hand, leading you to one of the benches.

"i used to come here a lot when i needed to think," jeno says, glancing over at you. "it always helped me clear my mind."

"it's beautiful," you reply, taking a seat on the bench.

"yeah, it is. i figured it would be a good place for us to talk." he sits down next to you. "i know things have been really complicated lately, with everything going on. but there's something that i need to tell you."

you nod and he takes a deep breath before speaking again.

"i love you. more than i've ever loved anyone in my life. and i know i've made mistakes, and that things aren't exactly ideal right now, but i want to be with you, officially. not because of the baby, but because you're everything to me."

"i want that too," you tell him, your voice steady despite the tears threatening to escape.

"so, will you be my girlfriend?" he asks, a small smile playing on his lips.

"yes, jeno. i will."

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clubdionysus · 5 months

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[BAD DECISION #6] Wishing

warnings: i like to call this a montage chapter - it gets us through the entire summer :) gym trips! dionysus nights! jaykay being sexy in the gym! dynamic and friendship solidified!

soundtrack: c'est la vie - ethan surman; my type - brb.; happiness - the 1975

wc: 6k

bd total wc: 540k (on-going)

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The scowl on your face as you reach the gym prevails. You've a coffee in one hand - ice americano, double shot - and the hood of your sweater is bunching around your shoulders. You lift it over your head, and push the swing door of the gym open with your shoulder, wanting to avoid the unwanted eyes of Jiyeong, just in case she's working.

You don't look over to the reception, but the lobby is empty, regardless. It's quiet, always a little less busy in the morning than it is in the evening.

You make your way to the gate of the gym. Punch in the code. Get it wrong. Tell the keypad to 'stop being a prick'.

You try again, exhaling a weighty sigh as you do so.

There's a whir as it works this time, hinges clicking open for you. The metallic clang of gym equipment and grunts of burly men cloud the air, battling with the voice in your head for the title of most annoying sound. Always have to win, don't you? Couldn't just take a loss!

It's a flaw; one that you'll admit to, but one that you wouldn't change for the world. A little bit of drive is good, even if you do drive yourself up the wall more often than not.

Hood up, a pair of leggings and a sweater on, black high-tops tied in bows around your ankles, you look like death warmed up. There's glitter caught in your lashline, and your hair is still damp from your quick shower, but you've a point to prove.

And so, just shy of midday, your feet stomp heavily up the stairs, as thunderous as the look on your face.

It's not that you're actually mardy or moody at all - you're just hanging like an absolute bitch.

Whatever Jeongguk puts in those tiny purple shots is lethal. Writes you off every single time.

Admittedly, you had gone a little harder last night knowing that you didn't have work the following day, but that's beyond the point. Normally your hangovers aren't so bad, especially not when you drink water throughout the night - which, thanks to Jeongguk, you had been.

Jeongguk doesn't notice your arrival until you roll down onto the bench behind him. You're on your side, legs tucked up, just like you had been in your bed when his message had arrived in your inbox.

He's in shorts - black, finishing midway down his thigh - and a big baggy t-shirt. On his feet, he's matching with you. Black Chucks. The only difference is that he ties his around the front. His bows are double knotted and little lopsided, the white trims on the soles scuffed and well worn. He's got history in his hi-tops, and you wonder how it compares to yours.

There's a girl in the city who matches him, and it isn't you. You don't have the tiny 'J' scrawled into the rubber of your soles like she does. He's scratched out her initial on his sole.

Takes a little longer to erase it from his other soul, mind you. It's still there. Only faintly, but enough to make him trip over himself from time to time. S'why he always double knots. Harder to fall, that way.

There's concentration on his face, features perplexed as the weight he lifts forces him to exert more energy than he's fully ready for. His teeth are bared, face tight, brows tied in a pretty knot between his eyes. You can see why Jiyeong is so territorial. He's not a bad-looking bloke. Quite handsome, actually.

He exhales as he brings the weight down, resting it on the ground, chest heaving ever so slightly before he turns to look at you. His brows are still furrowed, but his eyes are soft as his body gets more comfortable and settles into a state of rest.

A breathly laugh graces his lips as he reaches for the towel by your head. He pays no mind to the fact your crown is resting upon it, whipping it from beneath you to dab at the sweat gathering on the back of his neck.

"I said bright and early," he smirks, knowing that you must be hating everything about this interaction.

"It's before twelve," you mumble, eyes closed, knowing that watching his dimples form would only make your tummy feel all light and vomit-inducing. You're too hungover for anything other than neutral sensations. "It is bright and early."

"You're basically asleep."

"The bet was that I'd be here, Jeon," you remind him, voice a grumble as you shuffle deeper into your position. "Not that I'd be doing anything useful."

You've a point. It's not one that he can argue against, and so instead he just shrugs and picks his water bottle up from beside the bench. He tosses a little back into his mouth, the stream of water running from the plastic opening and into his mouth with such precision that you're sure he must be an asshole deep down.

You don't buy the nice guy front. Only assholes look that good doing the bare minimum. You'll get to the bottom of his assholeness eventually, but not now. Not when you're this grouchy, and everything feels a little biased.

"C'mon," he says as he knocks his head to the side. "Treadmill. Walk with me. You'll feel better for it."

"I think I'll die," you tell him with so much certainty he can't help but laugh at you.

Still, he stands in front of you and waits for you to join him. Knocks his knee against yours. Kicks your shoe with his own.

He's patient, his eyes soft as they look down at what a sorry state you are. There's something about the way his lips purse gently that makes him feel like a safe bet.

You've no regrets for tumbling out of bed and catching the subway to meet him at the gym. Your head is killing, granted, but it would have been killing you at home, too. At least this way you can feel like you've actually done something productive despite the hangover.

"Trust me," he insists, holding out his palm. "It really will help."

And so you take his hand, letting him pull you up. They warm, and a little clammy, but you don't mind.

When you're finally on your feet, your eyes are level with his chest. He's broad, chest well defined even beneath the shirt. You try not to think about the fact you've seen him shirtless, but you can smell the scent of his laundry detergent, and it adds a whole new element to the enigma the Jeon Jeongguk is. Looking at him, you'd imagine a scent of musk - something woody, maybe. Instead, he smells like fresh blooms, sweet peas under summer sun.

You don't let yourself linger for too long, fearful of him reading into the way you can't seem to keep your eyes off him. He's just new. Something shiny. Fresh. Excitement amongst the mundane of a city you've grown tired of.

He reaches down to pick up your half empty coffee and takes a sip as he begins to walk away. "Tastes like shit."

You pull it back from him, and nudge his side. "Feels like crack cocaine. The Purple Starfuckers, man... they actually kill me."

"You're welcome."

Small talk peppers the walk down the steps - How are your friends? Get home alright? How was Jimin feeling in the morning? How long do you have to stay after closing time? - and flitters around the pair of you as you set your inclines. His is noticeably higher than yours, but you're not here to work out. You're here to win a bet - of which he keeps reminding you that you lost, and that you are, in fact, a 'loser'.

You just tell him to 'fuck off' in return.

He never does. Just smiles, beams all wide, teeth on display, nose a little scrunched, and says "sounds like something a loser would say."

Jeongguk is easy to be around. His company, his humour, the anecdotes he tells. They're delivered freely, revealed without pressure. No diamonds are being formed, but there's enough of them in your eyes when you laugh with him, regardless.

You reduce the ease of your interactions to your perceived lack of expectations he has of you.

There's security that comes with fucking someone's housemate. You're no longer a viable sexual conquest, and therefore you don't have to worry about an ulterior motive for your exchanges with Jeongguk. Jimin's been there, done that.

For Jeongguk to be hanging out with you, you think he must actually like your company. It's mutual. Reciprocal. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

There's a clear line drawn in the sand between the two of you, as you walk forward on separate treadmills. He matches your speed - slow and lethargic - despite his marginally higher incline, before offering you his water.

You hold up your coffee, but he shakes his head. "It'll dehydrate you."

You'd left in such a rush (and without any intent on actually working out) so had neglected to bring any water with you. Never mind the fact you stopped by the coffee place inside the subway station. Force of habit.

You're chronically dehydrated as it is. Danbi has to remind you that you need water, not just iced americanos to get you through the day. Sometimes you listen. More often than not, you don't.

"Sure?" you ask, aware that you don't really know each other well enough to be sharing drinks yet (despite the fact he'd already helped himself to your coffee) but he just nods. Doesn't really see it as a big deal.

"Don't backwash," he tells you as you're mid-sip, and it almost makes you choke the water straight back into the bottle. You refrain, swallowing it down, coughing slightly as you recover from your shock.

"Christ. Too late," you joke as you pass it back, before he makes some crude remark about how you've basically kissed now, and that 'you can't have your way' with both him and Jimin.

"Fuck off," you laugh. "For starters, Jimin and I aren't like, a thing. It was a one-time hook-up."

"Sure."

"Well, I mean, he tried last night," you shrug, looking up to the mirror ahead, finding Jeongguk's dark eyes already on you.

He doesn't look away as he says, "he did?"

"You served us, Jeongguk," you remind him. Your memories of last night are far clearer than they were of the night you'd actually hooked up with Jimin. "He wasn't getting me drinks just to be kind."

"You don't know that," Jeongguk pouts, though he's not sure why. He knows Jimin. He was definitely trying to get laid - but he's also his best friend, so he says, "he's a good guy."

"I don't doubt that," you agree, not wanting it to appear as if you're being over-critical of Jimin. You're the one who fucked him, after all. He's incredibly attractive, and you know that many people would consider themselves lucky to end their night with him, but you've fucked handsome men before. It doesn't really couldn't for all that much.

A fuck is just a fuck.

What we do in the dark has no bearing on who we are in the light of day.

"Sounds like you do," he assesses, but you dismiss it.

"Sounds like you're reading into it a little too much," you banter back, slowly learning that Jeongguk likes to do that. He overanalyses. You do quite the opposite.

Jimin could have a noble peace prize for all you care. Doesn't mean you've any interest in fucking him again.

The conversation dwindles on, you gradually upping the pace of your treadmill to the point where Jeongguk might consider it a brisk walk (though you'd argue it's a jog).

He's kind in the way he takes a second to think before he speaks, conscious of letting you finish your sentences, and also wanting to be sure of the words he articulates. Thoughtful. Mild-mannered. Nice, but not in a way that boring. Nice, in a way that feels safe.

By the time your legs begin to ache, the treadmills have been running for over forty-five minutes.

You've been too busy guessing the conversations between other strangers in the gym. Who they are; where they're going after their sessions. What they'd had for breakfast (and for some reason, Jeongguk would guess 'egg whites' without fail for every single person) and what they'd be having for dinner.

He mimics their voices, and you laugh along, adding a narrative. So many lives have been lived by the people around you, and not single one you get even remotely correct.

There's a burly man, bearded and broad, with a petite girl hanging on every word he says towards the far corner, and you decide that they're a couple.

Jeongguk thinks they're siblings.

Makes it a little awkward when the guy starts squeezing the girls ass mid-squat.

"Yep, no, maybe you're right," he cringes, face scrunching up, lip ring almost disappearing into his mouth as he does so. Unfortunately, he does also then begin to debate the prospect of them maybe being stepsiblings, at which point you threaten to push him off his treadmill.

"You watch too much porn," you tell him, and he can't even argue against it.

It's been a little while since his last situationship ended, and he's been avoiding bedding anyone new like the plague. Been keeping girls he thinks he could grow to like at arm's length. Safer that way.

"I watch a perfectly healthy amount of porn," he scoffs, but then bunches his face up, clearly not proud of himself for making such a declaration. He chooses to not share the fact that he and Jimin split a VPN bill for that purpose exactly.

You laugh with him, the topic moving along to the PG shows he watches instead, the Netflix shows you're both hooked on, and what you'd each chosen for your Vecna song (which also leads to him helplessly defending all of his Spotify playlists from your gruelling judgement ( Justin Bieber defined a generation and I won't listen to you talk shit about him.... And fuck off, Mad at Disney is cute! Cute! I'm never showing you my Spotify ever again. EVER.))

He mirrors you as you slow the pace of your treadmill, looking over to you after checking the time on the clock - 58:23. Longer than he'd expected you'd last. "Done?"

"Done," you nod.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like death?"

"Still?"

"Still," you nod. "Need a Vita500 and a nap."

"There's CU round the corner," he notes. "I'm now about to leave anyways. I'll come with you. You can get your vitamins, I'm gonna grab something to eat."

You nod, not minding in the slightest - but he mentioned food, and your stomach begins to grumble like King Kong atop the Empire State.

"Would die for convenience store ramyeon," you sigh, musing over one of the finest delicacies in life. Nothing beats instant jjajangmyeon, not even a home-cooked meal.

"Wanna grab some?" Jeongguk asks a little mindlessly, not thinking much of the offer. "I'll eat with you."

And so he does. The comfort born in the confines of the gym is nurtured over cheap food and even cheaper shots at one another in the form of banter. He's a lot of fun, you think. It's a shame he's always stuck behind the bar and never able to let loose with you in the club.

He texts you midweek to let you know he can put you on the club guest list, if you want. Save paying entry and queueing. You'd be mad to say no - and so you spend the next few days convincing your friends that another night out is a good idea.

It's not. Hoseok somehow ends the night without his shoes, and you wake up with an ache in your lower back from a guy who'd tried to be all sexy in his bedroom last night, failing miserably. Human bodies aren't supposed to bend in the way he insisted on positioning you in.

You ignore the slight burn as you head to the gym though, ready to pretend like Jeongguk's the bane of your life once more.

A routine is forming.

What started as a bet becomes a weekend guarantee: you will get shitfaced at Dionysus on a Saturday, and then you will chat shit with Jeongguk on the treadmills for the duration of your Sunday morning.

He never lets you off the machines until the scowl that you inevitably arrive with transforms into a subtle smile. Some weeks it's quicker than others, but one thing is for certain; your scowl will always fade.

By week three, he's already by the treadmills when you arrive.

"No napping today," he teases with a soft smile, making light of the way you always curl up on the bench behind him as he does his final few reps. He's already done with them. Got to the the gym fifteen minutes early to make sure he would be.

"Gguk," you groan, dragging your feet a little and yet still heading in his direction towards the cardio area.

The way his body swings around to look at you, a single brow raised, is like something out of a kid's cartoon. He's so animated and full of energy that it's hard to believe he was at work until five that morning. "What did you just call me?"

"Shut up," you mumble, crossing your legs and sitting down on the treadmill belt. It's quiet - this time of day is never busy - so you don't feel bad for hogging a machine that no one would be using regardless. "Everyone calls you that."

He hops up on his treadmill and sets an incline, while you let your body flop down on yours.

"You're not everyone."

"Be impossible to be everyone," you mumble, eyes closed, body shuffling into a more comfortable position - until the treadmill jolts, moving ever so slowly beneath you. The way you get up is akin to a cat being confronted with a cucumber, a small yelp leaving your lips. "Jesus, Jeongguk!"

He's smirking, as if hadn't been tampering with the buttons, shrugging. "Started by itself."

"You could have killed me."

"What a shame that would have been." He grins at you like a kid who just found a stash of candy. "C'mon! Up you get. I've got places to be. A life to live."

You scoff as you begin to walk forward, lowering the incline that he'd set it to. "You? A life? Seems unlikely."

"You know, you're incredibly hard to like," he assures you. You catch the challenge of his gaze in the mirror and simply shrug.

"Yet here you are, still trying to be my friend."

"Can't shake you off."

"You force me to come."

"I do no such thing."

"Ohhhh, disco baaaaall," you begin to imitate him, bringing your clasped hands to your heart as if you really are begging. You sound nothing like him, but it's kind of deliberate. The more ridiculous you sound, the more he'll laugh. "Pwetty pwease come to the gym and keep me company."

"I don't talk like that," he laughs at how whiney you sound. "And fuck off, I've never said that."

"So you don't mind if I leave?"

His hand reaches over and hooks into the hood of your sweater, as if you're a dog on a leash. His grip is tight. Ain't no way you're going nowhere.

"No, you're not allowed," he says sternly, but there's a smile on his face, voice dulcet as the command rolls off his tongue and sinks into your ear. "I'll get bored."

"See!" You laugh, and pay no notice to the fact his hand stays with an iron grip on the fabric of your sweater even after the joke has been made. He keeps it there.

"It's either I have you keep me company, or Jimin keep me company," he says with a shrug. "I've always got a second choice."

"Aw, but I'm your first choice. How cute."

"My god, I hate you," he says as he finally drops his grip on your hoodie, nudging your shoulder as you walk. He busies his hand, tampering with his incline, trying to make it seem like the touch was casual. Nothing to read into.

It's a debate the pair of you are able to have for hours; who hates who more, who hated who first, who's gonna hate who for longer.

It's not flirting as such, but it is a ruse. You deflect the fact that you actually really enjoy each other's company, using hatred as a measure of just how much you like one another. It's all very juvenile.

He tells you he hates you when you steal half of the cheese he buys for his instant ramyeon after the gym, and you tell him that you hate him every single time you show up at the gym. It's a win-win.

By the time week four comes around, you're surprised to find yourself considering signing up for another month.

You rarely use your membership - once a week, to be precise, and only for about an hour at a time. It does give you a luxury of freedom, though. Chances are you'll be able to find Jeongguk there, no matter what time of day it is.

You'd swung by one evening that week after work just to show him the painting someone did of breadfish, knowing that he'd be the only other person in the city who remembered something so ridiculous.

He'd been deadlifting at the time, a thick leather belt cinching the baggy shirt he'd been wearing, stopping you quite suddenly in your tracks.

Hands covered in paint, hair up, a pencil still tucked behind your ear, you're the most 'you' he thinks he's ever seen you.

Sure, he's seen you with your makeup all smudged after a night out, and he's seen you after far too many drinks deep, but he's never really had the luxury of a totally sober 'you'. The 'you' that other people get to indulge in.

The glitter on your lids is a little more subtle than he's used to - it's thinner, finer, a little pink in its hue - but still prettily in place. Sparkling under the harsh gym bulbs. It's nice to know you're a disco even in the daylight.

He finds himself holding the bar he's lifting for a little longer than expected. His eyes are on yours in the mirror. You've paused by the top of the stairs, eyes on his.

It had been the shock of how bloody tiny his waist is that had startled you first, the look in his eyes, second.

And it's that second surprise - a pleasant one - which stops you from doing anything else but staring. He's got car crash eyes, and you can't help but watch the disaster of the wreckage burn.

You can't even really take in the rest of his face, and it's a shame, for he's a sight to behold; lips ajar, the freckle beneath them covered by the shadow of his pout, brows furrowing together slowly.

The longer he looks at you, the more strained his expression becomes - until his eyes close, teeth clenching, body holding the weight until he can't support it for much longer. It drops, his body shaking as his chest heaves, the sound shattering the tension between the pair of you.

You feel bad for intruding; as if you've seen him in a way you were never supposed to. It's not like you walked in on him showering or anything as intimate as that, but it's been a while since a man has looked at you like, well, that.

Desire, passion? Sure, whatever. They'd looked at you with those in their eyes.

But Jeongguk hadn't been looking at you with either of those wants. At least, not a want for you.

He'd been pushing himself. Proving himself.

And while he hadn't been proving himself to you, you're reminded why you don't fuck anyone face-to-face these days. Eye-contact. It's too much. Gets you all hot and bothered.

And so while his chest heaves, eyes looking you up and down, a little unsure of what the fuck just happened, you do the only thing you can: distract him.

Behind your back is the breadfish canvas, so you bring it around, hold it in the air and smile as brightly as you possibly can. "Please tell me you know what this is."

He takes a second. Tilts his head, and then realises exactly what it's meant to be - a loaf of bread with a fish head and tail tacked onto the end. He's not seen it since middle school. Was the only one of his friends who found it fucking hilarious - and the way you're beaming makes him think that you were probably just as strange as he was, growing up.

Your mutual childhood strangeness is proven right. Transcends in adulthood, apparently. He sends you voice notes of him singing the breadfish song on loop for three days straight. You block him on 4 separate occasions.

Doesn't stop him from making sure the DJ plays the song on Saturday night. He'll take the blocking if it means he gets to see your smile just as bright as your disco ball eyes.

When Sunday comes, the look on Jeongguk's face as you tell him your membership is due to expire is hard to read.

His eyes, for once, don't give much away.

He's forbearing as he says, "you can't use your memberships expiring as an excuse not to hang out anymore. I'll still force you on hangover walks."

His stoicism fades as he tries to hide a smile when you ask him to wait by the door of the gym lobby. You renew your membership. Just for another month - just enough to keep him happy.

And so the routine continues. Saturday nights are reserved for Dionysus; Sunday mornings for the boy from behind the bar.

There's normally a gap of five or so hours between you saying goodbye at the club and hello at the gym.

Sometimes you go home from Dionysus with Hoseok and Danbi.

Other times, you end up in an apartment that's unfamiliar, with a man who's equally as unknown.

They're always nice enough.

Never nice enough to make you wanna stay the night.

On one occasion, you end up going home with another woman, instead. It's not unheard of, for you, just harder to come by. Your first experiences had been with women, and your dating history is littered with as many women as it is men. You don't subscribe to the idea of sexuality being a linear thing, far more content with just going with who feels right, not what feels right.

Naively, you'd put her on a pedestal, thinking you'd finally get a decent lay - but a drunk shag is a drunk shag. You still ended up leaving as soon as you could, orgasm not quite reached.

At this point, you figure it's a mental block. You never used to have this issue, but you also used to only fuck people you loved.

When the people you loved began to fuck you over, things changed.

You've too many rules now. Too many restrictions on yourself. You can never fully relax and actually enjoy sex for what it is.

The rules are never set in stone, but they always follow the same pattern.

Don't let yourself be vulnerable. Don't get fully naked. No kissing during sex. Absolutely no face-to-face fucking - taken from behind, or not at all. You'll give oral, but the second someone tries to reciprocate, you move it along.

How can you enjoy intimacy with another person when you won't let yourself be intimate?

There are just too many things that remind you still of him; things that will hurt your heart more than it already does when someone else takes his place.

And so sex isn't really sex anymore. It's a tool.

You use it to pretend like you're over everything that happened with your ex; as if you're in control of a situation that he created.

And so that's why Saturday nights are reserved for Dionysus: they're filling the space of date night. Sunday mornings in the gym? Filling the space of lazy morning fucks and brunch down by the lake near Hoseok's place.

Being busy with the gym stops you from making 11:11 wishes for him to show up at your door, and the nights in Dionysus stop you from looking for shooting stars to wish upon instead.

Instant noodles with a guy you barely know don't quite manage to make you forget about eggs benedict with the man you thought you might one day marry, but hey - it's something at least.

On the nights that Jeongguk knows you don't go straight home, he checks up on you; will text when his shift is up, again when he gets home, and one final time when he wakes up. He doesn't care for the semantics that come with double messaging. He isn't trying to impress you.

He knows what you get up to in the dark. What you do is your prerogative. He's more concerned about the lack of trust and faith he has in the people you do it with. Despite this, not once does he berate you for it.

Even Hoseok's made a dumb remark here and there about the fact you're 'getting around', but if Jeongguk's thought similar things, he doesn't let you know it. He's a good friend. One that you're lucky to have. Thank God you fucked his flatmate and not him, instead.

The illusion of you has slipped by this point, for Jeongguk. He knows you too well to toy with what-ifs.

You feel secure in the fact he's not trying to get into your pants; a rarity for dudes these days.

Even Jimin took the hint after you turned him down, and has become a welcome addition to your nights out. He's fun to flirt with, but he knows nothing will happen, so he never pushes it too far - but is also happy to be your cover when another bloke is getting too touchy with you for your liking. He's been your 'boyfriend' a grand total of three times, now - only ever for a night.

You're not too familiar with Jeongguk's other friends yet, but you sometimes get in on a round of shots with them. There are four usual suspects: Jimin, Taehyung, Namjoon and Yoongi. All handsome, all perfectly nice. None of them stick to you like glue, though. Not Jeongguk did.

Hoseok and Danbi have followed your lead, and consider the boys casual acquaintances; drinking partners for when they happen to be at the bar at the same time.

A dog walker by profession, Danbi always finds herself flirting with Taehyung, who tries his hardest to get a discount on her services. She always refuses.

Jeongguk and Yeonjun have a running bet going to see how long it takes until he's paying full price, just for an excuse to see her outside of a club setting. They've had to reset the bet twice, because Danbi might just be the most stubborn woman to have ever graced the planet.

Summer is spent in a technicolour haze of Purple Starfuckers, club lights, unorthodox gym routines and enough glitter to open a craft shop.

Jeongguk didn't quite know how, but he was always finding flecks of the metallic warpaint on his gym gear. He always has a little laugh to himself whenever he does the laundry. "Fucking Disco Ball."

It's early autumn by the time Hoseok and Danbi make their first appearance at the club without you.

He texts you - boo, you whore - and waits in the backroom of the bar until he sees a reply come through.

Busy tonight, your reply reads. It feels a little cold, but you don't mean for it to be. You're just a rush, and Jeongguk nagging you is the last thing you need.

JK: Busy doing what?

You: none of your business x

Despite the kiss you end your sentence with (he can hear the way you say 'mwah' the same way you do whenever you know you're being a little cheeky), it still feels... off.

JK: Oddly defensive.

You: i'm always defensive :)

You: lemme know when you get home safe

It's a simple role reversal, but Jeongguk isn't sure what to make of it. He's normally the one making sure you get home safe. Not the other way around. It's not a 'what-if' scenario that he's run through in his head before. He doesn't like it.

He likes being depended on. Has gotten used to you depending on him.

Pushing it to the back of his mind, he makes orders without much thought, too busy letting himself indulge in what-ifs. It's been a while since he's thought of any regarding you, but he's consumed by them, now. Where you are, who you're with. Why Danbi and Hoseok won't give him a straight answer when he asks. They say it's not their business, but the way Danbi gives Hoseok a grimace whenever the topic is mentioned would suggest she doesn't approve.

It's probably why you haven't told him. He wonders how bad it must be. Secrets aren't something really kept between the pair of you.

There are things he hasn't told you - parts of his past he'd rather keep buried - but he doesn't actively hide himself from you. He thought you did the same.

Apparently not.

He arrives home with no new message from you. It's five thirty, and even though he's a little pissed with the sudden change in your attitude towards him, he can't bring himself to take it out on you.

JK: I'm home, asshole.

JK: Dionysus ain't the same without a disco ball.

Tossing his phone down onto his sheets, Jeongguk stares up at his ceiling. There's never been a complicated weight to your friendship, but he's also never been in the dark before.

Above him, origami birds dance in the light breeze coming from his aircon unit.

There's a dozen strung up from his paper folding phase six months ago, when he was trying to get his mind off of the girl whose initial had been scratched out of the soles of his shoes. Thought that if she came back, she'd find the birds endearing.

Kept them up just in case. Now, he just keeps them up as a reminder: You've gotta let wild birds fly away. Can't keep them caged up.

And it's funny, cause the strings the birds hang from feel like a cage for his thoughts, now. They get tangled in the spokes, your name wrapping around the bars. He can't keep you in a cage, either. Can't expect you to be as you always have been with him, just because it's the 'norm'; can't expect you not to have a life without him.

You: does your apartment need one?

JK: A disco ball? Don't think so?

Truthfully, he thinks a little disco ball would be fitting strung up with all of his birds.

You: gaaawd, ur such a boy

You: i'm asking if i can come over :(

He tries not to read into the unhappy face, but it has him sitting up, replying just as quickly as his heart is beating. There's something amiss, and he doesn't like it.

JK: Oh. Now?

You: no, next week

You: yes now, doofus

JK: It's 5am?

He doesn't know why he's being like this. Difficult. Perhaps he is a bit bitter. Petty.

You: this isn't a booty call lmao, chill out

You: i'll be there in 15

JK: Do I get a choice?

He's smiling as he sends the message, and hopes you'll read it in the tone he intends. He's bantering, trying to deflect from the heaviness he can feel in your text thread.

He's relieved when you reply just how he hoped you would.

You: no x

JK: See you in 15, db x

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Making New Friends

A little delayed; sorry about that, but here we are with the Mommy series fic. Jeongyeon confronts her feelings, Dahyun hides some important details, and two new faces appear in this part. This also teases how the next part is going to begin so be on the look out.

Length 3K

Jeongyeon x Mreader

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As the day began, Dahyun dropped off her kid at the daycare and was happy enough to skip occasionally. She constantly checked herself, making sure nothing was out of place. When she arrived at work, she hurried along to her department, spotting Jeongyeon; she snuck up behind the older woman and hooked her arm around Jeongyeon's. "Jeongyeon! I had a great day yesterday. I have so much to tell you."

At that moment, Jeongyeon remembered Dahyun had gone out with you, "O-oh, is that right?" Dahyun nodded with excitement.

"We went shopping for a cream I use, and he got me one as a gift. Then…" Dahyun goes quiet for a moment, getting embarrassed as the memories of having sex with you run through her mind. "Then he took me to pick up Eunseo and drove us home."

"Oh, that's nice of him," Jeongyeon says, a little relieved that Dahyun hadn't done more with you.

"Right? I'm thinking of- oh, he's here." Dahyun cuts herself off and waves at you while you walk to your desk.

"Hi Dahyun, Jeongyeon. How are you two doing?"

"Great!"

"I'm…fine," Jeongyeon replies as she avoids looking at you. After some chatter, Dahyun goes to her desk.

You pass behind Jeongyeon, "I got your message. Do you still want to meet after work?" You whisper to her.

Jeongyeon looks at you for a second, takes a deep breath, and answers, "I do." The work day goes by as expected, with Dahyun joining you two for lunch. She's attentive to you, asking if you have any questions about the place and generally engaging in more conversation. Jeongyeon would occasionally join in. She was still a little cold but seemed to be warming up to you. When the day ended, Dahyun was coming up to you and Jeongyeon when her phone rang, and she rushed off in the other direction.

You look at Jeongyeon, and she stares back. She waited until the office was empty to say a word. "Um, I…I want to be more than friends." Jeongyeon wets her lips before she continues. "I-could we go back to your place?"

"Hold on a second there, Jeongyeon. What do you mean more than friends?"

"Don't make me say it," Jeongyeon whines, putting her hand on yours. You continue to stare into her eyes and see her resolve weaken. "I…I want to sleep with you." She puts her hand through her hair before ruffling it. "You know I'm married, but he, my husband, hasn't wanted to be intimate in a long time. I just want to be able to release everything. Can you be that for me?" You look at each other for what seems like forever. You move forward and capture Jeongyeon's lips. She gives in to you, opening her mouth and letting your tongue run through it. Jeongyeon wraps her arms around you, small moans escaping her. Feeling herself grow wet just from the kiss, Jeongyeon pushes herself forward and tries to climb onto your lap. You break the kiss and put a finger to her lips.

Jeongyeon seems disappointed until your words reach her ears. "Why don't we keep this going at my home?"

She nods her head, "You're right. We should be somewhere more private."

The two of you leave the office and head off in your car. "So, do I have to have you home at a certain time?" You say with a slight chuckle.

"N-no, actually I packed some clothes. I was hoping to ask you later, but can I stay the night? I told my husband that I would be gone for a day."

"You're being bold. Aren't you Jeongyeon?"

"No, it's just…" Jeongyeon's voice becomes smaller, barely audible to you, "I want to make sure this is something I can go through with. I'm sorry for not being completely honest."

You take one hand off the steering wheel and pat Jeongyeon's head, her soft and smooth hair feeling pleasant to the touch. "I understand; you can stay the night," you tell her. “If you decide you can’t go through with it, we can stop at any time.” You know your position as the other person to Jeongyeon. Once you reach your apartment building, you hurry inside with Jeongyeon. You let her inside first; as she looks around, you approach her from behind and start groping her breasts. Despite the clothing keeping you from touching her skin, you still enjoy the feeling of her soft mounds.

"Ahh, wait." Jeongyeon tilts her head back and bites her bottom lip as your hands continue to touch her.

You kiss Jeongyeon's neck and have one hand undo the buttons to her shirt while the other squeezes her breast. "When you're in here, you're my woman Jeongyeon." Jeongyeon feels a heat and growing wetness in her nether regions as you dominate her. She continues to let out moans and whines. "Make this easier for me, Jeongyeon; take off your skirt." Jeongyeon follows your orders, working to get the zipper holding her skirt together down. You pull down her shirt once the last button is undone and unlatch her bra. As Jeongyeon's skirt touches the ground, you turn her around and smash your lips into hers. The lust-filled woman raises her leg, wanting you to hold it. You follow along, holding her thigh. You take the other in your hand and lift her up; walking a few steps, you place Jeongyeon between yourself and the wall. You press your body against hers; once Jeongyeon wraps her legs around you, one hand leaves her thigh. You cup Jeongyeon's cheek as you kiss her; her hands wrap around you as she shuts her eyes. Adjusting her position, you push her higher and leave kisses along her chest, stopping at both breasts to circle Jeongyeon's nipples with your tongue. She gasps, feeling your wet tongue drag along the small nub. You look up at Jeongyeon and smile.

She leans in and kisses you again. You lower her and take Jeongyeon to the bedroom. Tossing her onto the bed, you stare at her body, noticing the wet patch in her panties. Jeongyeon's heart beats quickly as she sees you undress. As you start to crawl over her body, you plant small kisses on her legs. Your fingers linger on her cunt as you move upward. Jeongyeon's coos are music to your ears. You stop at her breast again, sucking on it while you rub Jeongyeon's pussy through her panties. She holds your head to her chest, "Don't stop. You can have all the milk you want." Jeongyeon raises her hips, wanting more pleasure. You stop moving your fingers, leaving Jeongyeon to do all the work. You listen to her whine with pleasure. "Please, I need you." You rub her lips again as you collect more of Jeongyeon's milk. Holding it in your mouth, you move up and share it with her. Jeongyeon welcomes the rich taste, moaning loudly as she finishes her drink.

After you break the kiss, you lay beside Jeongyeon. "You were really eager to get on my lap earlier, Jeongyeon. I want to see you ride me." Jeongyeon blushed; she hadn't intended to do that; her body had moved on its own. Jeongyeon slowly climbs on top of you, rubbing your cock as she grinded against it. Her panties were the only barrier for the moment. Moving them to the side and aligning your cock with her cunt, Jeongyeon pauses. There would be no going back once she took you inside her. Doubts flood her mind, and she considers the consequences of her action. The possibility of her family breaking apart and what would happen afterward goes through her head. She looks at you for a moment and takes the chance. Shutting her eyes, Jeongyeon sinks herself onto your cock. It pushes far into her, nearly making Jeongyeon climax. You both let out a loud moan. Leaning up, you kiss Jeongyeon softly and let her control the pace. Jeongyeon rocks her hips, feeling your cock shift around inside her. She lifts and lowers herself in one motion, slamming her body down on yours. Your hands start to play with Jeongyeon's tits, squeezing the soft mounds as Jeongyeon starts to enjoy the pleasure of having sex again.

"Y-you're a lot bigger than I remember." Jeongyeon moans, her tits bouncing with every movement.

"Yeah? Well, you're just as good as I remember." You whisper into her ear. Moving one hand down to her ass, you give it a slight squeeze. "You're such a naughty mommy, Jeongyeon."

"I know, I'm a naughty mommy. Just don't stop," Jeongyeon cries out.

"You don't have to worry about that. Don't you remember? I said I couldn't get tired of you." You feel her pussy tighten around your cock as you say that. You start bucking your hips to match Jeongyeon.

"Fuck, you're really deep." Jeongyeon's breathing quickens; she's slowly approaching her orgasm. As you thrust, you feel her walls cradle your cock, holding you when you're buried inside. The slow pace of Jeongyeon's bounces starts to pick up. You roll her onto her back and start controlling the speed as they do. You pepper her body with kisses as you impale Jeongyeon with your cock. You hold onto Jeongyeon's waist, keeping her still, and watch her tits bounce.

"I love your body Jeongyeon. It's great." You moan into her ear. Jeongyeon can't say a word as groans flow out of her. She just wraps her legs around you. "Is it a safe day?" You ask her. "I want to cum inside."

"I don't care; please cum inside me." Your thrusts speed up again, making Jeongyeon's body shake as she approaches her orgasm. "C-cum together. I want to cum together." Feeling Jeongyeon pussy clamp down on your cock you give it a few more thrusts, and your cock starts twitching. You make sure Jeongyeon looks at you as you bury your cock inside her and flood her womb with cum. Meeting her lips, you kiss her, muffling her moans as she climaxes at the same time. Her legs are tightly wrapped around your body as you move back and forth inside her. Once you finish pouring your semen into her, you pull out and lay beside Jeongyeon. You reach over and pull Jeongyeon onto your body, stroking her hair as she rests on your chest.

"So…what are the results?" You ask her, Jeongyeon.

"I'm not sure…I might need to do some more tests." Jeongyeon says as she gently smiles at you. After a moment to let her joke sink in, she speaks again. "I…I think that this is going to work out. I mean, if you want to do this." Jeongyeon pauses and stares into your eyes before laying her head on your chest and hugging you.

You pat her head. "I want to, Jeongyeon." An idea pops into your head, and you decide to ask Jeongyeon about it. "You said you packed clothes. Do you want to go out to eat or maybe grab some ice cream?"

"Like a date?"

"Yeah, a date."

"T-that would be great."

You lightly spank Jeongyeon. "Then get dressed; we'll go out." Once Jeongyeon puts on the clothes she packed, you head out. In the car, you end up deciding to get some ice cream. You each order your favorite and sit at one of the many tables.

"I'll be right back. I have to go to the bathroom." While you wait for Jeongyeon to return, you spot a woman staring at you. She turns her eyes away from you when you catch her staring. You look around, not wanting to assume she’s looking at you. The likelihood that she was, though, is high, considering there was only one other person in the ice cream shop; the worker behind the counter.

When you turn back around, the woman is standing at the side of your table. "Hey, you're pretty cute. I'm Tzuyu. I saw you were with that lady. Why don't you ditch her and come with me."

"No, thanks."

Tzuyu leans over, showing you her small cleavage. "Come on; we could have a lot of fun. She's just going to drag you down." Tzuyu slowly drags her tongue along her ice cream, some dripping onto her chin. "I can make you have a night you'll never forget."

"I said no, I'm staying here with her."

Tzuyu pouts, "Fine, but here's my number; give it a call if you ever get tired of her." Tzuyu walks out of the shop. You look down at a small card with her number on it. You think to yourself that it's a shame she acted so poorly despite her cute appearance.

Hearing the sound of the bathroom door open, you crumple the paper and put it in your pocket. "I'm back; sorry for making you wait." Jeongyeon leans over the table, whispering, "I made such a mess because of the cum you left inside me." You smile, hearing her giggle.

"I guess I'll need to put more in you then."

Jeongyeon smirks, "Maybe."

"So how often are we going to get to do this?"

"I don't know; we'll have to plan things out. I can't go out all the time without making him suspicious."

"What about your kid?"

"That’s another problem. I need to watch him." Jeongyeon looks at her ice cream, mixing it slowly as she thinks. "Maybe, once a month?"

"That’s not enough."

"I know, I know."

"Let's do it at work." You say bluntly.

"What? You can't be serious." You put your hand over Jeongyeon's hand.

"I want you, Jeongyeon."

"I-I…" Jeongyeon blushes, looking away as she stays quiet.

The bell at the shop door rings, "Jeongyeon, is that you?" Jeongyeon looks confused as she looks toward the person calling her name.

"Sana?" You turn your head and see a young woman scurry over to Jeongyeon; she sits beside her and hugs Jeongyeon.

"I haven't seen you in forever!" The woman known as Sana rubs her face against Jeongyeon's.

"Hey, stop that!"

"Never!" Jeongyeon tries to push away Sana but struggles to do so. Sana catches sight of you for a moment and pauses. "Ooh, this isn't your husband," Sana whispers. "Don't tell me you got divorced."

"No, I didn't."

"Does that mean…Jeongyeon! I wouldn't expect you to do something like this. How could you?"

Jeongyeon sighs, "Sana, let's step outside." The two stand up; as Jeongyeon passes by you, she grabs your arm. "You're coming along too." You step outside with Jeongyeon and Sana. It's silent, everyone refusing to speak. Eventually, Jeongyeon takes a deep breath, "Sana, things aren't the same with him. He hasn't looked at me like a woman in almost a year. He's done nothing while I've tried everything to get us back to a good place." Jeongyeon's eyes begin to fill with tears. It tugs at your heart, making you go to her side and hug her. Jeongyeon holds you tightly. "I-I've tried so hard…."

Sana's serious face softens, and she pats Jeongyeon on the back. "Don't cry, Jeongyeon. I- look, I'm sorry that's going on. I won't say a word to him." Jeongyeon stays latched onto you. Sana looks at you while you hold her friend. "You better take better care of her."

"I will."

"So, how did you two meet?"

Jeongyeon sniffles and wipes her eyes, "We went on vacation recently, and he happened to be there too. Jihyo convinced me to join for sex and then-"

"Jihyo?"

"Yeah, she's in the same boat. Her husband wouldn't touch her either. So we spent time with him, and he took care of us. We talked and spent a lot of time getting to know each other."

Sana stands there and rubs the back of her head after hearing the explanation of events. "Wow, I'm kind of glad I chose not to marry now." She says with a nervous laugh. "You must be a real catch to get both of them in one go. Jeongyeon, I don't have anything going on. How about I join you and him for a couple of rounds?"

You look at Jeongyeon with a bit of surprise; she catches your gaze and turns away. "Don't look at me like that. I experimented a little in college."

"I'd say more than a little," Sana retorts with a laugh. Jeongyeon raises her fist at Sana, who just hugs her in return. "There's the girl I know and love." Sana kisses Jeongyeon. The suddenness catches both of you off guard. You hear a small moan from Jeongyeon and realize that Sana snuck one hand down Jeongyeon's pants. Sana breaks the kiss, her eyes wide. "Did you two come here after doing it?" Sana playfully slaps Jeongyeon's shoulder with her free hand before pulling her other hand out from Jeongyeon's pants. Her fingers are covered in your cum. "Jeongyeon, you naughty girl, walking around with another man's cum inside you." Sana switches between looking at the two of you as she tastes the cum on her fingers. "So what do you say? Can I join you?"

Jeongyeon looks at you, her face bright red. "It’s up to you," you tell her.

Jeongyeon glances at Sana. The young woman put on a pleading face. "Fine."

"Yes! Come on, let's go!" Sana grabs your arms and starts walking toward the parking lot when she suddenly stops. "I don't know what your car looks like. I assume you have one." You point toward your car, and Sana rushes to it. Jeongyeon and you look at each other, realizing that Sana’s going to be someone with a lot of energy. You both nod, knowing you'll have to work together to tire her out. Sana sits in the back seat as you drive home. "It’s going to be just like old times, Jeongyeon! Well, almost. If only Jihyo was here, oh let me tell you of the time Jihyo, Jeongyeon, and I-" Jeongyeon immediately turns around to shut Sana up.

"Don't you dare say another word!" You laugh, seeing Jeongyeon get so flustered over her past experiments with Sana. You're excited to see how things are going to go.

#kpop smut #male reader #m reader #twice smut #jeongyeon smut

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sea-owl · 5 months

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Just woke up and saw the trailer!

Based on what I saw I do believe this is going to be the friendship portion in the first half as they come back together and open up to one another a bit more. They said the word enough for me to believe it. Which in my opinion is actually good for them to fix their foundation before pursuing further.

Also it seems like friendship will be a recurring theme not only between polin, but Eloise as well. I don't particularly like the Eloise and Cressida friendship but I think in the long run it will be good for both. We get Cressida humanized a bit find out the why potentially to the mean girl. Eloise, who is trying to over correct after her falling out with Penelope gets much needed exposure to the thoughts of women who aren't going to automatically agree with her. Though a part of me wonders if Eloise is going to fall in the role that Penelope had in her friendship in her attempt to over correct and becomes a soundboard for Cressida.

We'll also potentially see other friendships between Penelope and the other Bridgertons which I like. We've been subtley shown before Penelope is seen as family by the other Bridgertons now I hope they actively show it by letting us see their interactions. I'm particularly interested in our two introverts and see how they compare and contrast. Francesca most likely will be thrown into the spotlight due to her being a Bridgerton while Penelope is trying to bring herself out of the shadows.

Francesca herself, I'm also excited to see since she's been off in Bath the last two seasons pretty much. Most likely, we'll see her be named the diamond, but unlike the last two, she is more than likely going to be uncomfortable of that title due to her quiet nature.

Colin's relationship with his family is another thing I'm looking forward to. The brothers teasing as Colin gets dressed in carriage. Eloise and Colin potentially getting closer as she attempts in her mind to protect her brother from Penelope. I'm hoping I'm right about my theory of them pairing up the siblings based on birth order and we get to see a close bond between Colin and Francesca.

I SEE MY GIRL GENEVIEVE DELACROIX! Can't wait to see what she gets up to this season. I hope she gets to make some of her own designs come to life. Plus another friendship/partnership I'm interested in seeing where it goes if they do develop it further. Gen is one of the most genuine relationships Penelope has right now where they both have been shown to let their down their masks around one another via their voices.

Prudence and Harry got me dying too in that one clip with the grapes. Based on what we've been shown of Harry so far I think he'll be good for Prudence. He seems so sweet and apparently a himbo. I think he'll soften some of Prudence's prickly edges.

Portia's acknowledgement and pride of Penelope's success on the marriage mart. OH I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THE DEVELOPMENT OF THIS RELATIONSHIP! I'M GOING TO BE SO ANNOYING ABOUT IT WHEN IT FINALLY COMES! IMAGINE IF WE GET A REVERSED PROPOSAL SCENE WHERE PORTIA IS TRYING TO GET COLIN OUT OF THE ROOM BECAUSE SHE THINKS PENELOPE WANTS TO MARRY DEBLING!

Also the candle symbolism about polin and it be the guiding light towards their love. Penelope's is burning bright, her love for Colin as strong as ever but she's putting that off to the side to grab hold of the freedoms marriage will provide her. Meanwhile Colin's candle has the barest flame before it flickers to life. There's been feelings unacknowledged for a while now but he can no longer hide from them.

Though now I'm curious about what Whistledown will be doing in the background. They hid her at least for this part.

#bridgerton #polin #bridgerton season 3 #eloise bridgerton #francesca bridgerton #portia featherington

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xx-lemon-drop-xx · 5 months

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𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓜𝓮 𝓝𝓸𝓽 ↬𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕱𝖎𝖛𝖊

“Love in light may not last forever, but love in shadows lasts a lifetime."

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ[quote stolen from @rachellerosziel] ࿐ྂ

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"He said I might be part fae."

The sandwich tasted excellent despite the fact it didn't seem Lilia could actually cook food aside from putting together sandwiches. The food tray he'd brought in had all sorts of foods on it. A sandwich cut in halves, a small bowl of fruit, some crackers and cheese, and a cookie. He'd also brought in a glass of Orange Juice.

"Is that so? I suppose I may have to stop calling you child of man, then." Malleus said, interest piqued. "Hmm.." His low hum bubbled through his chest and rose into the air almost like a purr of sorts.

"I bet you'll come up with a new nickname eventually. Besides, we don't know for sure if I am part fae yet. I don't mind being called Child of man either way, though." A smile dusted (Y/n)'s features, and he returned it. "Sometimes, you remind me of a cat."

"Oh? How so?" Malleus asked with interest. She thought for a moment, before shrugging. "I don't know. You just give off that vibe. Prideful but not overbearingly so, usually alone.." She trailed off at the look on his face.

"Being alone isn't something you choose, is it?"

She asked, voice small and somber. Malleus lifted his gaze to meet hers, a fragment of something unknown and mysterious flashing across his face. (Y/n) wanted to figure out what that emotion was. She felt the urge to pull out every thought, every emotion, every ache and worry and pain filling his head and dissect it. She wanted to know everything about him at that moment. What did he like, what made him tick?

"Some things, you don't get to choose." He answered, casting his gaze to the side. "Sometimes, it is just something you have to bear and deal with. You can't choose to just make people like you. You can change yourself, but you'll get tired of the persona you put up quickly. Even worse if you become this persona. To lose yourself amidst the need for self love and the want of acceptance from others- that's where the dangers lie."

(Y/n) popped a cracker with cheese into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully. "Have you ever wanted to change yourself, Malleus? Not like change yourself, but to be a different person entirely. Would you ever give up the life you had for something different?"

"No." Malleus' answer was immediate, and powerful. Flowing with confidence. "The people I know and the memories I harbor aren't worth ever giving up. The select few people I have are more than enough for me. And what about you?"

(Y/n) thought for a moment, a pang in her chest of anxiety. "I'm scared I'm going to have to choose one day. Or maybe I'll never even get the chance to choose. What if I can never go back? Aunt Jen.. And my pets. My old life. What if Crowley isn't able to find me a way back? Or what if the mystery about my dad unravels and I do ultimately choose to go back home?"

Malleus watched on with pursed lips. Perhaps he'd never given it a thought before, how potentially terrified (Y/n) was. Waking up one day in a whole new world, finding out her father was originally from this world, and finding out you may never be able to return home. That must have been horrifying.

"I believe you will have your answer at the end of this journey." Malleus said, settling a hand onto her shoulder and giving a small squeeze as an act of reassurance. Or could it possibly have been one of affection as well?

"Take it slow. No one can have the answers to everything in just one day," He stood up, grabbing the empty food tray and cup. "Live in the moment but don't forget to also have fun while living in the moment. I wouldn't want this journey to all be a nightmare for you. Let me show you to the spare room, you look tired, (Y/n)."

"I am tired." She admitted, giving a small smile. The walk was a quiet but comfortable one. Malleus had snapped his fingers at one point, proofing away the tray and cup of half gone orange juice to the sink to be washed later.

The room was simple but nice. A large bed, a dresser over in the corner, and a desk in another corner. Some candles lit up the room with a green glow, she had a feeling they were powered by Malleus' magic but (Y/n) didn't say a thing as she sat down on the cushiony bed.

"I will see you tomorrow?" Malleus said from the doorway. (Y/n) smiled over at him. "I'll see you bright and early, Mal." She concluded. The Dragon Fae nodded and closed the door after wishing her peaceful dreams.

It was a Hustle.

Bags and bags were being packed and moved around, according to Lilia they were going to take them all in one trip through the portal to Briar Valley. Realizing it was probably a good thing to pack some of her belongings for the trip, (Y/n) looked back at Malleus.

"I'm going to Ramshackle to pack some belongings. Do you want to tag along?"

With a nod, they were off.

The walk was mostly a quiet one, though once in a while Malleus did point out the architectural facts about certain things. It was mainly about gargoyles, though. It wasn't that hard to figure out how much he'd taken a liking towards gargoyles, though she didn't mind listening either.

"That gargoyle is fairly new, only around sixty years old at most," He pointed out, "Though the gargoyles in and around Night Raven Collage are typically older." "How old?" (Y/n) asked, looking up at him in interest. Malleus smiled down at her, his range showing slightly.

"Well I'm glad you asked. Typically the gargoyles around the school can be close to Five Hundred years old at most. Lilia remembers hearing about them first being put in. Some gargoyles had feared down to the point they were a danger to falling over and breaking off the tops of buildings, that's why some gargoyles look newer, they'd replaced the old ones."

The gate creaked open as Malleus opened it for her, and they both walked through, heels clicking against the cemented steps towards Ramshackle. "Are there some things people mistake for gargoyles a lot?" Malleus nodded at this question. "Many have issues depicting grotesques and gargoyles apart, though in all honesty the differences are there." "Like what?" (Y/n) urged him to keep talking, which Malleus didn't seem to mind all too much. In fact, he seemed open to talk about his hobby.

"Gargoyles are used to protect the building from water damage. They are waterspouts that project from a roof to carry rainwater away from the building. While Grotesques serve no architectural purpose but to be a decorative carving."

"That's very interesting. To be honest at first glance I don't think I would've known the difference. So that's why gargoyles are always typically found on a roof then?" The door gave way with a loud creak of neglect as (Y/n) opened it. She'd made the old abandoned dorm look a bit more liveable, though it was still badly damaged. Cups, bowls, pans and pots were set around to catch the water dripping from the ceiling and a tarp was placed over a large hole in the roof as a temporary fix. Though it was likely to become an issue at one point once filled with water.

"Precisely.. My, this dorm certainly is.." Malleus trailed off, (Y/n) picking it up for him. "Broken down, unlivable?" "In a way, yes. I would've expected Crowley to have at least helped you out some." She shrugged, walking up the stairs to her room and greeting the ghosts on the way past.

"Well, he didn't but I don't think there's much to be done in this dorm to fix it. It's been around too long for simple repairs." She opened her dresser and grabbed her book bag off the ground, emptying it before starting to shove in clothes. Malleus settled down on her bed, and they talked back and forth as she packed a few belongings. Clothes, some perfume and other accessories. When she came out of the bathroom carrying two boxes, he was intrigued.

"What may those be?" "Oh, just some pads and Tampons. I'm supposed to be getting my period sometime towards the middle or end of this week. Crowley was nice enough to pick me up some." She wasn't shy about it, she was a lady after all, it was normal for her.

"I see. I have not seen feminine products in quite a while. They've certainly evolved." She laughed at his words, stuffing them in her book bag and zipping it shut. "Yeah, they certainly have. I can't say they're much different from the ones in my world."

"It's kind of surprising, you don't seem all too bothered by the fact we're talking about my period." Malleus looked up in confusion at her statement, "Is it usual for people to be disgusted by a natural thing? Your body is simply shedding the skin of your uterus. That's normal."

"Uh.. I guess you can say so. Men usually make a big deal of it. They think it's disgusting. Or whenever we're upset they whine that it's our periods."

"Those aren't men then. Those are little boys pretending to be men." Malleus stated. (Y/n) resisted the urge to chuckle, "I guess there's a lot of boys in my world, then." He nodded in agreement, "I suppose so."

"It's not what I thought it'd look like."

"What did you think it'd look like?" Malleus joined her at the window of the large castle, peering outside of it with her. The town was pretty dark itself, that was something (Y/n) did expect. "Well.. I kind of expected it to be covered in thorns or something."

He hummed, the commotion of his servants behind him long forgotten about. Malleus' eye was focused on her, his newest companion as of now. How intriguing it was to have someone from a different world treat him with more kindness and love than anyone in the school ever could have accomplished. It wasn't something he'd expected even in the slightest.

"You seem tense." Malleus commented, a hand settling down on her shoulder. He'd half expected her to pull away- in horror or in disgust he didn't know which one, it was welcomed when (Y/n) didn't. "I'm just.. Thinking." She replied.

"Do feed my curiosity."

Oh, it's really nothing. Some things just look.." She trained off, gaze sweeping over Briar Valley from the window, it was fogging over from her breath, and Malleus heard the squeaking sound as she rubbed it off. "Similar?" Malleus finished for her.

"Yeah." (Y/n) answered, "A little bit. Not too much but.. Enough."

"Would you like to take a walk with me later? Perhaps your memory will be jogged if you are able to view the town. The brain always remembers certain types of scenery. Even if you don't think it does."

"Do you think it's possible I'm from here?"

"Perhaps. Only time will tell." He offered her an arm, "Come, it will only be a brief walk. We'll be back before lunch. Lilia," Lilia looked up at the mention of his name, the teacup warm against his pale lips. "Would you mind tagging along?"

"Khehe, why not? A little stroll couldn't hurt anyone." He set his teacup down on a small plate, (Y/n) had seen them before in movies, she didn't know what they were called and frankly, she didn't care.

Lilia stood to his feet, stretching and cracking his back. "Let us be on our way."

#twisted wonderland #x reader #fem!reader #malleus draconia #twist malleus #twisted wonderland malleus #twisted wonderland lilia #twist lilia #lilia vanrouge #malleus x reader #malleus draconia x reader

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ladykibutsuji · 1 year

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If you can't, who will?

Obanai Iguro x Reader

Angst: Unrequited love with a twist~

Normal Timeline

I don't own the pictures used!

February 14th

I'm not a big fan of February.

'Day of Romance' they say but for me it's a day of torture.

Watching other people love each other as I stare enviously.

How unfair is that?

“Y/N~ The chocolates are ready”

You snapped out your thoughts as shinobu called out for you, she and Aoi helped you with making Valentine's chocolate since you informed shinobu about wanting to give someone a chocolate for valentine's

You walked towards her and Aoi staring at the chocolates that the 3 of you made together, although shinobu was a very busy person she decided to make time for valentine's.

Shinobu took a piece of chocolate and placed it Infront of your mouth "Say ahh~", You opened your mouth as shinobu gently put the chocolate in your mouth. The chocolate slowly melted in your tongue and you could taste how delicious it was, "This is so good and delicious thank you for helping me Shinobu and Aoi" you hummed.

Aoi gave you a smile while shinobu patted your head "My, my there's no need to thank me..Friends are always there for each other aren't they?" Shinobu paused for a while until something a random question in her thoughts "Now come to think of it you never told us about the person you will give it to I wonder who is it? Mind telling us Y/N?"

The moment you heard shinobu's question you immediately froze on spot while Aoi temporarily stopped baking since she was also curious about the answer you will provide, They stared at you with curiousity and you are just continuously sweating deciding whether you should tell them or not.

The room was too quiet because you are refusing to answer so shinobu jumped to conclusions as she gasped "Don't Tell me it's Tomioka!" You just shook your head denying her assumption as you grabbed a box full of chocolate and excusing yourself to leave "Sorry Shinobu! I'll be back soon I- uh I'm not feeling well"

"If you are not feeling well I could always he-"

"NO THANKS!"

You dashed out the door leaving both shinobu and Aoi stunned, "Wait Ms. Y/N!" Aoi tried to call you but you are already running away and far. To them you are a pretty calm person so they are shocked and surprised to see you acting that way. Shinobu and Aoi just stared at each other laughing the situation off "Y/N is really a mysterious person isn't she? I'm still wondering who's the lucky guy though.."

STOMP STOMP

You kept on running and running until the butterfly mansion is out of view, you are too embarrassed to face them nor even answer the question shinobu asked

After all, they knew about Iguro's love for mitsuri

Some things are better to be kept.

BUMP

You accidentally bumped into someone and was about to fall down to the floor until someone caught your arms on time

"I'm sorry! I wasn't looking! A-" you were about to say something until you suddenly realized who it was

It was no other than the guy who stole your heart

But never being able to return it.

"Iguro!" You quickly got on your feet as you slightly bowed to him apologizing for accidentally running into him, "Keep your head up Y/N, It's fine."

You slightly blushed just by hearing his Voice, who wouldn't? he's hot

You then thought about the box of chocolate resting in your hand and since he was already here you might aswell just give him the chocolate and confess your feelings for him that is bottled up for years.

Though it was clear to you that he likes someone else

But taking the risk is not bad is it?

"It's been a while Iguro..I-" You are so lost in your thoughts that you didn't notice him walking away "eh?" You are a bit confused at first since he was fast then you shook your head and raised your voice loud enough for him to hear you "Wait Iguro!", Iguro continued walking as if you didn't called out for him "I'm busy."

"But it's important!" After hearing the word 'Important' he stopped walking. as much as he doesn't want to waste his time because he have a date with mitsuri He decided to hear you out "Make it quick, I still have to go to Kocho's mansion to retrieve my forgotten item and a schedule to attend."

You then took out a letter from your pockets and placed it on top of the box of chocolate that you are going to give him and slowly walked towards him

"This is for you.." You said shyly as you handed him the box of chocolate with the letter, he stared at you with disgust before taking the chocolate and letter you gave him

"What's this for?" He asked as kaburamaru tried to get closer to the chocolate, you gave kaburamaru a head pat that he seems to have enjoy "For valentine's" you responded.

"Get your filthy hands off kaburamaru." You were a bit taken aback by his words since before he really didn't mind you petting kaburamaru infact he even lets you have kaburamaru on your neck for days "Oh I'm sorry.." After you stopped petting kaburamaru he was upset and hissed at Iguro

"and about the letter... it's about what I feel for you for these past fe-"

"I don't have time to listen to your non-sense."

He dropped the chocolate box as he ripped the letter apart leaving you flabbergasted, "Weakness disgust me in other words YOU disgust me. You are just a kinoe so stop talking to me so casually." Even kaburamaru was shock that he had had wide eyes

But why? I was there for you when you had nothing

"I see... I'm sorry for bothering you."

"You should be, I'm only accepting letters and chocolate from mitsuri so if you don't mind I'll be taking my leave." You gave him a slight nod with a smile and before Iguro was about to leave he gave you his final rejection words "I can't love someone who's as weak as you." He then disappeared while you are still standing at the same spot where the man you love and admired for years rejected you worse is that he even bad mouthed you.

You are holding back tears while a million thoughts raced in your head

Was I ever enough?

But why I was there??

I was the one who helped you escape

FLASHBACK:

"this flower reminds me of you! It's so pretty"

"You think I'm Pretty?" You asked as he nodded happily, he placed the flowers in your hair as you return him a gentle smile, Iguro sticking his arms out of his cage is easier due to the fact of how big the gap is and he was skinny at the time

"give him that food"

You and Iguro could hear distance noises which mean someone is about to come at Iguro's cage so you quickly had to leave before the both of you get caught

"I'm sorry Iguro, I'll be back I promise.."

"Wait before you go!" He held your hand tightly from the behind his cage as he looked at you looking a little shy

"If we ever get out of this hell... Promise me that we will get married someday"

"I promise"

"Hello Y/N, how are you?"

Hearing a familiar voice you snapped out of your own thoughts from the past and stared at the man who is now in front of you

The man Infront of you is Giyuu tomioka, The water hashira himself.

"Oh Tomioka!" You slightly bowed greeting him "Are you going to Shinobu?"

"Yes but since you are also here, I have something for you"

He then pulled out a small bouquet of flowers from the bag he is holding and handed them to you, at first you are shock that he would give you something like that so you had your hand on your mouth

"is this really okay?" You asked before taking the flowers, "Yes, it's for you"

With your delusional brain you thought that he had a crush on you or this was his way of saying "I like you" so you slightly blushed at the thought and was happy that after all these years someone is able to love you

Oh boy how wrong you are

"Tanjiro told me I should give these to the other hashira to make friends"

Oh.

"But I'm a kinoe?" You tilted your head in confusion while holding the flowers he just gave you, Giyuu stared at you for a while before answering "I know but I acknowledge your strength so I'm giving you one." He gently patted your head before walking away not noticing the smile he had on his face

However his words aren't useful

You still thought to yourself that you are nothing but a weak human being

After all if you are really strong you could of have been a hashira yeah? But you are just a kinoe.

A useless one

Would anyone really love such a weak person like you?

Can anyone love someone like you?

Back at your estate, you are just in your garden sulking even your crow is concerned

Earlier, Kyojuro came to visit you to greet you a "happy valentine's" and gave you delicious desserts but you ignored him so he was sad and he left your estate with a broken heart

Poor kyojuro:(

"Y/N! Y/N! Are you dead?"

You have been sulking for hours and not moving a muscle that your crow assumed you died on spot

KNOCK KNOCK

"Y/N! Someone is at the door!"

You Ignored the noises and continued sulking so your crow had no other choice but to get the door itself "If this continued you might as well get eaten by a demon!" The crow hurried to the door

You pulled your knees to your chest as you buried your own face onto it tears started to form.

"I was there, I was the one who accepted him ever since we were kids.." you said to yourself as millions of thoughts continued raging in your head

"if he can't love me..who will?"

"I will"

You flinched at the response you weren't expecting and turned around only to find mitsuri with a bouquet of flowers, chocolate, and a wrapped gift with your crow on her shoulder

"Mitsuri! I didn't expect you to visit all of the sudden" you wiped off the tears in your eyes and fixed your hair that is a bit messy because of the wind "I'm sorry if you have to see me like this"

"she won't stop sulking for hours! I told you she's crazy I'm leaving her to you!" The crow then flied far away from both you and mitsuri

"see you like what? I don't get what you are talking about your face is still shining as bright" she approached you closer and sat Infront of you after she sat Infront of you she tucked your hair behind your ears as her eyes stared deeply into yours "Your beauty is really incomparable"

What's the meaning of this?

Flattered by her words you couldn't find the right words to say "a-aren't you supposed to be on a date with aguro? I mean oguro? No.. Obama!" You are too much of a mess to say Iguro's name right

Mitsuri let out a light hearted laugh upon seeing your reaction that she thinks it's adorable "Well..I didn't really think that it was a date I thought we were only hanging out as friends until he told me confessed about his feelings for me..." She paused for a little smiling at you "But of course I rejected him because I want you!"

This isn't right

"Aren't we both women?" You asked nervously, mitsuri put her finger on your lips as a signal of 'Shush' "So what now if we are both women? It's not a crime to love each other"

"but what about Iguro?" A question after a question though mitsuri doesn't mind answering all of your questions even if it seems like there is no end to your questions "He doesn't matter now does he?"

She said that as if it was a normal thing, "Anyways! I'm excited for you to open this gift of mine! Open it" mitsuri handed you her gift and this made you curious of what's inside so you unwrapped it slowly trying not to damage what's inside.

After unwrapping it you found a tulip hairpin inside of it and it was stunning "This is really pretty mitsuri! Thank you" you gave her a warm smile while hugging her which made mitsuri die in happiness

Mitsuri was delighted that you appreciated her gift so she returned the hug by embracing you more tightly! She almost crushed you to death btw

After pulling away from the hug mitsuri asked you if she could put the hairpin on your hair to which you agreed to, she then gently placed the hairpin on your preferred spot

"do you wanna know why I choosed a tulip hairpin?" She asked while she's still fixing your hair, "why?"

"it's to represent my deep love for you!" She stated with a big smile on her face, to be honest you really don't know what to feel because you didn't expect for a Woman (Especially mitsuri) to take a liking to you but then again you decided to give mitsuri a chance because like she said 'Gender doesn't matter as long as the both of you truly love each other'

"I know you are confused right now Y/N but my love for you is real and I'm not expecting you to reciprocate it I just wanted you to know" her words caught you off guard "I also want you to know that if nobody can settle down with you I will!"

After iguro's harsh words you no longer feel bad about yourself thanks to mitsuri, you are about to say something until she spoke first

"I have a question for you Y/N"

"Yes?"

"Can I court you?"

The choice is yours Reader.

Happy pride month everybody!

• I'm aware that in this fanfiction the events occurred on February but in the real world it's June which is pride month!

• since it's pride month I'll reveal my sexuality to my lovely followers

• I'm actually bisexual though I mostly date women rather than men.

• Thank you so much for the people who reads my fanfictions! No words can express on how thankful I am for those who supports me<3

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Obey Me! One-shot; Eternally By My Side

Diavolo X GN! Reader || SFW || CW // TW: mild angst and topics about mortality and death [not directly talked about but skimmed over] - General Summary: You've always treated Diavolo like every other demon despite being a human [sorcerer-in-training] and the future demon king pulls you aside to spend time with you after school by asking a favour from you - but there was more instore for the night with the prince ahead of you.

"Y/N! Wait up!" You hear the familiar voice of the echo throughout the academy's courtyard as you leave for the day after a very long RAD school officer meeting. You turned around and saw the future demon king walking in your direction with his usual smile on his face, his sharp canine teeth visible. "Ah, Y/N. How are you? I've missed you." "Lord Diavolo, hey... Long time, no talk." you greet the tall auburn red-headed male, looking up at him to meet his eyes. "Where's Barbatos? He's usually by your side almost all the time." Diavolo let out a soft chuckle with your words, "I've let Barbatos take the day off for the rest of the day. He's currently away on a leisure trip in the human world. And please, call me just Diavolo - there's no need for formalities. We are friends" He said with a warm smile on his lips. You couldn't help but just smile from Diavolo's usual calm and friendly demeanour. "Is there anything you need from me?" You asked, "I'm sure I've already given in my exchange student report for the week" "I wanted to ask you a favour of you, you aren't too busy, right?" Staying quiet as you tried to recall if anything important was happening in the House of Lamentation with the 7 demon brothers. "No, not busy. What can I help you with?" "How about you come over to the castle tonight, I was hoping you can cook me traditional human world food." Diavolo said with a warm smile, his words taking you back.

'Diavolo wishes for me to cook for him..?' You think to yourself as you process the situation, "O-oh? Why the sudden request? Maybe one of your servants is more suited for the job and all."

The tanned demon tilted his head in thought as he placed his hands on his hips, "Hmmm... I’ve just been craving human world food lately since my last visit, and it's true that one of my workers are more suited to the task of making me something for dinner but... "I think having you being a human from the human world would bring the authentically to what I crave, therefore putting my cravings to ease."

You were hesitant to accept such a favour and task. This isn't one of the brothers you were facing, this was Diavolo himself. With a shaky breath you finally spoke, "Fine. I'll be more than happy to cook for you." You white lied.

You began walking by the tall male's side, leaving the school grounds and walking towards the streets of the shopping district, "Though, I want to stop by the grocery if that's okay. I don't want to mess with the inventory of your castle's kitchen."

"I don't mind that at all, Y/N." Diavolo said, "Lead the way."

~~~

The two of you walked in silence for a bit, Diavolo looking around in wonder and fascination - finally not restricted to a path and not surrounded by his royal guards or having Barbatos by his side.

"You know, I'm curious about something." the Demon started, looking down at the human by his side, “Have… I ever intimidated you by any chance or even, how have I ever intimidated you? You’ve always seemed so calm and close to me since your first arrival in the Devildom. “You can be honest with me, you know? I won’t get mad over your answer, I promise.” You hesitated a bit to speak till a soft smile crept up upon your lips as you reminisce the memories that gave instant nostalgia , “Honestly, you have and still intimidate me” you say though a chuckle.

Diavolo raised his eyebrows in surprise yet intrigued, “Oh? And what reason would that be? I would like to hear it, I promised I won’t be mad about your answer.” A wave of silence filled the air as he eagerly waited for your response, watching you at the corner of his eye as you rubbed your neck.

“You’re like… Basically a six foot five or even seven foot tall demon. That’s already as intimidating when I’m practically a much shorter human. Even if you don’t have your horns and wings out and just showing off your demonic form - your height alone is quite scary.” You chuckled.

Your words made his eyes widen slightly in surprise, taken back by your words but taking his every syllable of your words. “Yes, I suppose I am quite the tall demon, even in my humanoid form, So…” he began, “You… you’re not intimidated by my rank within the Devildom, or my power?” You shook your head, “Not really? I get that you’re a nobel being heir to the throne after the Demon King and all, but…” you trail off in your thoughts before continuing to speak. “I still remember you brought me down here for the first year of the Three-World Exchange Student program, despite knowing your status, I still kinda resisted you and told you I wanted to go home to the human world - I even accused you of kidnapping me.

“So, safe to say - I’m not worried about your rank or power.”

Diavolo laughed as you brought up the memory, looking down at you with a smile, “Ah yes. I remember that day quite fondly, the look on Lucifer’s face when you were telling me off was quite amusing.” he reminisced with you, noticing the two of you were approaching one of the many groceries in the town. “Is this one good? Do you want to go here?” He asked with a soft smile, pointing over at the grocery.

You look at the store the prince pointed out to you, “Yeah, this one is fine… but, are you sure you want to come with me inside? I mean, I don’t want you to have unnecessary attention or anything of the sort.”

“Oh, I’m not worried about the attention,” Diavolo said through a soft chuckle. “Besides, being out in public like this might make it fun, it’s filled with new experiences I wouldn’t get if I was under supervision, even if it’s just for this evening.”

“I never ask,” You said as you walked into the grocery, Diavolo in close pursuit. “What exactly are you craving from the human world?”

“Oh, I found something called ‘Drive-thru’ food. I saw it’s quite popular with humans. We have it in the Devildom food, but I’m just curious about the human variation of what we have down here.” He said with a smile, watching you pick up one of the baskets offered by the store to carry around the ingredients .

You let out a soft chuckle, “You mean fast food, right?” you corrected him as you two slowly walked through the produce and perishable food section of the store, trying to ignore the prying eyes of the lesser demons gawking at the two of you - but mostly at Diavolo’s presence among them.

“Ah yes, that’s what I mean.” the prince said with a grin.

“I think I can do that, is there anything you had in mind?” you asked, “The prompt of Fast food is kinda broad. In the human world, there’s quite a few fast food chains that serve pretty much anything you're craving for at almost any time of the day.” you continued, enlightening your demon prince friend on the topic that took his fancy.

“What about burgers? Those seem to be popular choices among humans, especially as a quick source of sustenance.” Diavolo mumbled, covering his mouth slightly as he thought, “I often see it paired with fries so, maybe that too…”

“Isn’t Barbatos going to scold you for having this kind of food? Are you just using me to have something unhealthy to eat?” You couldn’t help but question his choices, looking at some vegetables as Diavolo towered over you, standing by your side.

“Well, Barbatos isn’t here right now,” He said with a playful smile on his lips, completely avoid your second question,“Besides, he won’t know if we never tell him, right?”

“He’s going to find out eventually.” You countered, chuckling at your own words as you examined every ingredient to ensure it’s in the best quality before moving onto the next, Diavolo following you diligently with every step you took.

“Well, he won’t know right away if we don’t tell him.”

“We, Dia? You’re gonna rope me into this” You looked up at him with a blank stare only to be met back with sunshine yellow eyes as he gave you that pouty look a young child would give their parents to get their way. You tried to fight it but gave up with a sigh escaping your lips, “Fine, Diavolo. I won’t snitch on you on Barbatos.”

Diavolo’s pout slowly curled into a proud smile, happy he’s gotten his way with one once more.

~~~

You assemble the dish with shaky hands, trying to make it as presentable as possible as your thoughts and worries about what you cooked run wild in your head. It’s not like you were bad at cooking, you can at least cook something that was edible - but you weren’t as good as the Royal Butler who was always by Diavolo’s side every waking second of the day. As you shakily transferred the fries from the draining rack to the plate beside the burger you spent a bit too long on so it looked good.

“Wow, Y/N! That looks absolutely delicious” You heard a voice call out in its usual chipper voice. “It’s perfect! You made it look even better than the ones I’ve seen before.”

Your attention snapped from the meal in front of you to the demon towering over you. “Diavolo! You fully know that you of all people are not allowed in here.” You said with panic in your tone, your anxiety starting to peek through. You gently turn Diavolo around, placing a gentle hand on his back as you escorted his to the doors he came in from, “You are aware that I’m basically responsible for you and your actions tonight right? Barbatos will kill me if he knew you were in here, and under my supervision. Well, not exactly ‘kill’ kill me - but he’d probably shove me into a time void if he could without messing up the timelines!” You hissed, Diavolo laughing as you two walked through the push doors of the kitchen and into the hallway of the castle.

“Then I’ll be sure not to tell Barbatos, it will be our secret.” Diavolo said with a content sigh, turning around and looking at you with caring eyes. “I just finished the majority of my paperwork that was left in my study before Barbatos left for the day. I just wanted to see how you were doing and I have to say - you did a fantastic job with preparing my meal for this evening.” He said with a chuckle, his golden eyes reading your facial expression, “It just… seems you're nervous but I want you to relax a bit. I understand your anxiety, but I am not here to judge you.”

You let out a sigh as you run one hand through your hair, pushing it back, and the other hand on your hip as you look for the words to say, looking at the closed door of the kitchen. “I’m just anxious about satisfying you with what I made for you. No, more than just satisfy you with this meal” you confessed,

“Cooking for the brothers back in the House of Lamentation isn’t no where near the same expectation level as cooking for you; the future king of the Devildom. I’m nowhere near Barbatos’ level of professionalism and skill that he has alone.”

Diavolo lets out a laugh, “You don’t need to worry about me or this meal, I promise I’m not a picky eater. I’m sure I’ll be satisfied with what I’ve requested to eat. Sure, Barabots could have made this meal - but I’d rather have someone who’s familiar with human world cuisine like you make it.” “I wouldn’t call it actual human world cuisine…” You said with a slight chuckle, feeling more at ease with what Diavolo is saying.

The demon lets out another laugh at your comment, “What I’m trying to say is that, as long as you put in the effort and I can tell it was made with tons of love in it, I’m sure to enjoy it. You don’t need to put so much pressure for perfection on yourself. I just want to have a nice dinner with you is all.”

You let the words sink in before nodding, turning to go back into the kitchen, “okay… Well, I’ll just finish preparing my plate. Can you just wait in the dining hall for me? Please?”

With a smile, Diavolo obliged with your request without protesting, walking down the hall to where you asked him to wait. He looked forward to finally having a meal with you, just the two of you. “Alright, Y/N… Just remember not to stress yourself too much, it’s not an extravagant meal I’m asking from you, I’m sure I’ll enjoy it.”

~~~

You laid the plate in front of Diavolo spot where he sat at the head of the long table before placing yours down in a spot near him, taking a seat and beginning to eat your share of food. Diavolo watched you, making you slowly look up at the young lord with a puzzled look.

“Uhhh… is there something wrong with your food? I promise there’s no pickles, I know you don’t like those. You saw me, I didn't even look at pickles in the grocery.” You asked, Diavolo snapping out of his zoned out state.

“Hm? Oh, no. I just wanted to say this looks magnificent. I was admiring your work.” Diavolo smiled, “May I have permission to eat?” You let out a soft chuckle at Diavolo’s words, “you don’t have to ask me, I’m not one of your workers or anything. Go right ahead, sorry again for keeping you waiting.”

Diavolo’s eyes glimmered with excitement at you before looking down at the meal before him, picking up the homemade burger and taking a bite, his eyes widening with delight. “This is absolutely wonderful, Y/N! I knew having a human cooking food from the human world would make it taste better.” He said after swallowing the food in his mouth.

“Can I eat the fries too?” He asked, looking at you with bright eyes.

You couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh at his words, “Dia, you don’t have to ask me.” You repeat yourself, gently patting your lips with the cloth napkin as you spoke, “I won’t restrict you from eating what I made for you. I want you to enjoy this meal we’re having to the fullest.”

Diavolo lets out a soft chuckle before putting the burger down on his plate gently so it wouldn’t fall apart, “Oh my, I…” He started, seeming to be lost for words from your statements, “The way you said that, you make it like it’s such a normal thing to say. Yet it’s such a shock for me… I… Thank you” He said with a smile, picking up a fry and taking a bite of it, “You cooked these so well too! They’re perfectly salted and crispy” He said with pure wonder, earning a laugh from you as he flattered your cooking skills.

~~~

It was an hour since you two were done eating, you’ve taken care of washing the dishes and cooking ware in the kitchen. The two of you were walking around the castle grounds under the moonlight of the eternal night of the Devildom, talking about whatever as if you were long-time friends. As your laughter settled, Diavolo looked around the area as he got lost in his thoughts,

“You know, Y/N… this is the first time I’ve had such a meal and spent my time outside of the palace like this in such a long time.” He started, walking by your side, “Not having a royal guard or Barbatos to accompany me when I was out in the town or just outside in general to detail me… or restricting me to eating current things on my plate at current times…” He said with a warm smile on his lips, “I’m glad to be doing this with you tonight, you’ve always been someone who I’ve found to easily get along with…”

His kind words made your lips curl slightly into a soft smile, “Well, you’ve been sheltered all your life, always praised at the prince and future king of the Devilsom so I understand why you are always under some kind of supervision… I’m glad to let you experience such stuff, guess I kinda make you feel like any other demon, huh?”

Diavolo let out a laugh at your words, “Ah yes, being part of the royal bloodline of the Devildom hierarchy, so I lived a quiet restricted life. The people of the palace and in the Devildom as a whole, treat me in high regards and respect mostly out of fear of facing punishments or consequences for treating me like I was like anyone else.

“I guess that’s why I’m so glad when we spend time with you… You don’t treat me any differently than anyone else I’ve seen you interact with. It’s just comfortable.”

“Well, I’m glad you feel that way, I think it’s because I’m a human. Well, sorcerer-in-training now.” You said with a soft smile.

“Well, I’m glad you treat me in such a way, I simply wish to be seen as an equal to everyone rather than just narrowing it down to just my royal status.” Diavolo stepped ahead of you before standing in your path, making you stop in your tracks, taking your hands in his, “You are… so much more than just a human to me.”

His actions and words made you freeze. You look up at him with slight confusion, “What do you mean by that Dia…?”

Diavolo’s expression softened with a caring smile, “I mean… to me, you’re more than just another human. You’re my friend… and my only genuine friend at that, not caring for my status and seeing me as the demon I am. Not treating me with the formalities everyone else does who is aware of my title. You’ve always treated me so well and so… normal, I appreciate it.”

You let out a soft chuckle, holding his hands back in a caring manner, “Well, I’m honoured to be that friend for you, Dia. You’re a great guy and I know you’d make such a great king.” You say softly, your eyes meeting his, Diavolo’s eyes filled with affection for you. “... even if I won’t be around for the day you do get crowned.”

A smile spread across Diavolo’s face before letting out a laugh, “You know, I hope you are around when I get crowned into the spot of King, I wish not to assume the position without my closest friend by my side.” He said, gently letting go of our hand and placing his free hand on your cheek, “On the topic of my crowning… It may be a bit presumptuous of me to say this, but I want you to join the Devildom’s Royal Court upon my coronation in the future as part of the council with the brothers.

“Imagine, having you; a human, in the Royal Court. Yes,it would be good to bring unity to the three worlds but having you by my side in my reign of the Devildom every step of the way would be pure bliss and keep me motivated to be a good ruler.”

You stare at his star-struck by his words, you bit your lip, hesitant to speak not wanting to crush his hopes. “Diavolo…” You started, your hands slipping out of his and falling limp on your sides, “I’m not like Solomon… I’m just a regular human.” You say with deep sadness in your eyes, your smile becoming one of melancholy “Don’t get me wrong, it’s such an honour to have you offer such a role to me. Being part of your Court alongside the brothers and Barbatos but… You know all too well that my lifespan is much shorter than yours. I fear that I won’t be around by the time the crown is passed down to you.” You hung your head, as you spoke, not wanting to face Diavolo. You couldn’t bear to see what his reaction was to your reality check.

You heard Diavolo sigh softly, feeling him place both of his hands on your shoulders, “Y/N, I know very well how short the human life-span is compared to my own and my brethren. But life is short in general, no matter human or demon. We should dwell on topics like your morality…” He spoke in a soft and comforting tone, “Don’t worry about the far future, both you and I know I’m no where near to being crowned as king as you know. There’s no way of telling what the future holds for the two of us, for both of us know there are multiple timelines with multiple possibilities and outcomes. But, what matters now is what we do now.” He said, taking one of his hands off from your shoulder, tilting your head up so your eyes meet his. “And what I want to do is to ensure you are there when I’m crowned and have you part of my Royal Court.”

Your eyes widen at his last words, getting at what he’s hinting at, “Are… are you suggesting that we tamper with my lifespan? Basically tampering with my candle in the Reaper’s cave?”

Diavolo’s smile grew when you caught on, “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m suggesting. Solomon has given me a spell to possibly prolong your life like how he has done with his by accident. Just think about it, we can spend the rest of time together, you and I.” His eyes were filled with hope as he took your hands again in his, your eyes never leaving his as he spoke, “Please… Y/N, I have to try this, even if it won’t work - I need to try. Even if it means breaking a couple rules along the way. I’ll do whatever it will take, including defying my own father and the Reaper’s code, if that means you get to be with me longer, so be it. “I cannot just sit by and ignore the fact you will parish and fade away with time while I go on living, I need you by my side… so please, let me be selfish this one time and at least try this.”

You were taken back at his desperate pleas, his hands holding yours tightly as if you’d slipped away from him suddenly, standing there in silence as the sounds of the Devildom filled the air as you took into account Diavolo’s reasoning. “What about the timelines? Does Barbatos know about this plan of yours? Better yet, does Thirteen know about this?” you questioned, watching the prince’s eyes shine as he realised you’re considering this plan of his.

Diavolo nodded in a feverish manner, a wide smile on his lips, “Yes, Barbatos and Thirteen are aware of my plan, both are on board with his plan… all I need to know is - will you stay by my side, Y/N. Stay with me till the end of time?”

You couldn’t help but smile as the prince in front of you started tearing up, his eyes filled with hope. The thought of spending the rest of time with your best friend, living long enough seeing him become the great ruler you fantasized of him becoming made your eyes well up as well. With a smile, you slip one of your hands out from his grasp and place it on his cheek, his face inches away from you “I agree to stay with you Diavolo, I’ll stay with you till the end. Forever by your side and stand with you in your court.” Diavolo smiled widely, tears of pure rolling down his face before he closed the gasp between you two, his lips pressed up against yours, his hands tightening around yours before parting from your lips. “I promise you, Y/N…” He said with a shaky breath from his excitement, his hands trembling against yours, “I’ll be the king you hope I’ll become… I’ll take good care of you, till the end of our days.”

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Moon Knight and Deadpool

Warnings/Triggers: Deadpool is a trigger himself, blood, violence, strong language, mention of cancer, mention of DID and abuse, Marc and Steven don't know about Jake yet.

Marc and Steven were on their usual patrol when Khonshu informed them of a nearby fight. Moon Knight jumped off a high building, using his cape to fly towards the location, already hearing the sounds of gun shooting and some shouting.

"Marc Spector and Steven Grant, I sense someone else being there." they heard Khonshu say.

"Who? Someone innocent?"

"No. Someone's fighting against them."

When Moon Knight arrived, he was met with some gang members involved in a fight with a man in a red suit and a mask, his back was already penetrated with some knives and the guy in the red suit was taking them out swiftly with his pistols and swords. Moon Knight couldn't act fast enough as the last member was stabbed in his chest and fell to the ground.

"Hey, who are you?" Moon Knight spoke up.

Deadpool turned, seeing the white hero standing not far from him.

"Oh! You wanted to take part in this? If you showed up earlier, I would have been nice enough to let you take out some."

"You didn't answer my question." Moon Knight answered, his voice more firm now.

"I'm Deadpool. And you must be a mummy man with those creepy ass white eyes."

Deadpool swiped his bloody sword off on a dead guy's shoulder to clean it and moved his hands to his back to try and get the knives out.

Moon Knight sighed at this clumsy guy, that's when Marc heard Steven speak.

*Hey Marc, shouldn't we help him out?*

Marc looked back at Deadpool, who was seriously struggling to get the last knife out that was stuck right in the middle of his spine.

"Need some help there?"

Deadpool turned. "Yes, can you pull it out?"

Deadpool made his way over, Moon Knight put one hand on his shoulder to steady him and pulled the knife out with his other hand, not minding the blood spurting out.

"Got a tight grip there, mummy." Deadpool said calmly, turning back around to face him.

"I'm Moon Knight."

"Moon Knight? Who the heck came up with that?"

Moon Knight didn't say anything.

Deadpool leaned in a bit closer "I see, you're a quiet one. Someone with a few words." he patted his shoulder.

"And you seem to not mind having knives in your back."

Deadpool pulled back again. "Well, I have regeneration ability. And I've had worse things let's say, 'inserted into my body'." he giggled.

"Was nice meeting you, Deadpool. But I have some business to attend to." Moon Knight said, turning around to get ready to leave.

"Wait!" Deadpool jogged over, leaning in. "Who do you work for?"

Moon Knight let out an annoyed sigh. "None of your business, kid."

Deadpool let out a gasp and put his hands on his chest, "Come on! Aren't we super hero buddies now?"

"No."

"Fuck, are you always this grumpy?"

Deadpool could see Moon Knight's glowing eyes narrow but he kept pushing his luck.

"Oh, and my real name is Wade. Just Wade, and yours?" He extended his hand for a handshake.

"Just Moon Knight." he grabbed Deadpool's hand and squeezed so hard that some bones were already cracking, making Deadpool wince.

"Okay okay, chill the fuck out, Moony!"

Moon Knight let go of Deadpool's hand. "Mind your own business."

Deadpool looked up at him, holding his numb hand. "Come on, give us a chance! We can be a good team."

"Stay out of my way, pool."

"Aw, see you already like me." Deadpool teased, moving to walk beside Moon Knight when they heard vehicles approaching them.

"Looks like those stupid fucks never give up." Deadpool cursed.

"I deal with them." Moon Knight said, pulling out his crescent darts, throwing them at the drivers. Deadpool moved in, slashing and stabbing the ones who came out of the cars.

The fight didn't last long, the two made quick work of the bad guys.

Moon Knight retrieved his darts, looking at Deadpool who had a knife stuck in his head. "You got a knife in your head."

"I know, but thanks for noticing." Deadpool said in a warm, friendly tone before pulling it out.

Deadpool saw Moon Knight about to walk away and catched up to walk beside him. "We make a good team, don't we?" he turned his head to look at Moon Knight.

"Stop looking at me like you just fell in love with me."

"And what if I did?"

"I'm straight."

"I meant as friends, stop thinking with your dick!"

"Could say the same about you, pool."

"You're no fun."

"Good." Moon Knight looked up to a building, seeing Khonshu standing there, "Now go home." he jumped ontop of a car, to a roof and headed for Khonshu.

"Who was that, Marc?" Khonshu asked, looking into the distance.

"I don't know, but I hope he stays out of our way. Got something else?"

"No, the filth tonight is dealt with." Khonshu said before he disappeared, leaving Marc and Steven to get some rest. Marc made his way back home, to get some sleep.

The next day went by pretty fast as usual and Marc was strolling around the city. He passed a store, looking inside for a second, that's when he saw the cashier getting held at gun point. Marc held his position, looking for a way to get inside unnoticed. In the corner of his eye, he saw someone walking towards the entrance of the store. Taking a closer look, Marc saw the red suit, it was Deadpool.

Deadpool didn't shy away, pulling his gun out and shot the guy with the gun in his kneecap.

"Didn't your mom tell you to be nice to people? Where are your manners!"

The guy dropped to the ground, holding his bleeding knee, crying out in pain and dropping the gun.

Meanwhile Marc cursed under his breath, quickly summoning his Moon Knight suit and rushing inside.

"Hey! Deadpool, don't kill that guy!"

Deadpool whipped around, "Moony!! I knew you'd come."

The guy on the ground reached out for the gun, when suddenly a foot came crushing down on his hand.

"Bad! Now don't make me break your other hand, alright? Sorry if you're right handed." It was Deadpool, who now picked up the pistol.

Moon Knight turned to the cashier, an older woman who was curled into a ball in the corner.

"Hey, Ma'am, everything is okay." Moon Knight said gently, moving to press the silent alarm and carefully helping the woman to stand up. "Deadpool, tie that guy up until the police arrives."

"I hope you're into bondage, bad guy." Deadpool said, pulling some zip ties from one of his pockets, pushing the guy on his stomach with his hands behind his back and tied them up. "There you go. Get comfy before the cops get here."

Deadpool grabbed a nearby permanent marker and wrote 'I suck ;)' on that guy's forehead before he went out to Moon Knight, who was still comforting the woman.

"Did you take care of him?" He asked, turning to look at the guy, seeing the writing on his head.

Deadpool looked proud of himself, even with his mask on, his hands on his hips.

Moon Knight turned back to Deadpool, his white glowing eyes were hodded as if he was unimpressed or annoyed. "Are you kidding me?"

Deadpool giggled, clapping his hands "Yes. It suits him though. Now he's ready for prison."

Slowly, the police sirens could be heard in the distance.

"The police is coming, they will take care of everything else now." Moon Knight assured the woman, who thanked him in return.

"That's my partner, Moon Knight." Deadpool chimed in, earning a scowl from Moon Knight as he went to walk away.

"Come on! You act like a boomer! Where's your sense of humor?" Deadpool asked, walking beside Moon Knight again.

"You could have gotten someone killed!" Moon Knight growled.

"I'm a professional, you just have to trust in my abilities, glowey eye."

Moon Knight grumbled in response but he didn't push Deadpool away. Deadpool walked contendly next to Moon Knight, he wanted to break the silence but choose not to and kept walking in silence.

"Hey Moon Knight?" Deadpool began speaking softly, not wanting to annoy him.

"Yeah?" Moon Knight's voice was neutral.

"Can I get to know your name? I mean it's only fair since I told you mine."

Moon Knight thought for a second, debating whether he should or not.

"Marc. My name's Marc." He said softly.

"Pleasure to meet you, Marc." Deadpool nodded.

"You too, Wade."

Deadpool gasped, a bit surprised that Marc had remembered his name. "You remembered! You didn't forget!"

"Easy, don't piss your rainbow panties, Wade." Marc mused.

"So what's your story? How did you became a hero? Or let's say, anti-hero?" Wade asked, feeling more comfortable now.

"That's a long story..." Marc trailed off.

"Oh I understand. Wanna hear mine?" Deadpool asked.

"Sure." Marc agreed, he gestured towards a nearby bench and sat down. Deadpool took a seat next to him.

"So," Deadpool began "I was a normal dude, had a wife...but I was diagnosed with cancer."

Marc listened intently.

"And one day, a doctor reached out to me, he said he could cure my cancer." Wade paused. "I accepted, and he started."

"No complications?" Marc asked through the silence.

"This son of a bitch was torturing me every wake moment, he injected something. That shit caused my skin to get damaged,"

Marc kept silent.

"My cells mutated and they started regenerating, keeping my cancer at bay. One day, I broke out, slaughtered my way to the doctor and got my revenge."

"I'm sorry, Wade." Marc said softly.

"I got used to it. Now I'm looking like a cheap Freddy Krueger."

"You got burned?" Marc asked.

"It was the liquid he pumped into me. Wanna see my face? But don't faint."

Marc scoffed but nodded.

Wade reached for his neck, pulling the bits of the material out and removed his mask, showing his severe skin irritation.

"That's me." He smiled.

"It's not that bad, Wade."

"Aw, really? That makes me happy." Wade's smile widened. "Wanna tell your story?"

Marc hesistatet for a moment before answering. "Well I have DID."

Wade nodded undestandingly "How many?"

"One I know about yet." Marc decided to remove the Moon Knight hood and mask to reveal his face.

Wade's eyes widened "Oh hi there, handsome." he grinned "By the way, what's your other identity called?"

"Steven. Steven Grant, but he's sleeping right now."

"One question, how did your DID lead to get you this cool suit?"

"It's complicated..." Marc sighed.

"I'm a very good listener." Wade smiled warmly, crossing one leg over the other and put both hands under his chin.

Marc took a deep breath. "I had a brother once, we were in a cave while it was raining, the water was rising, I tried to save him but..." Marc paused. "My brother died. My mother gave me the fault for everything, blamed me. And she hit me, she abused me..." Marc's voice lowered.

"Is that where you developed the condition?"

"Yeah," Marc nodded "It just happened, I created Steven to cope with the abuse."

"Shit, I'm so sorry man. Your dad?"

"My dad tried everything to make me happy, but even he couldn't achieve it..."

"What happened after that?" Wade asked in a soft tone.

"As soon as I was old enough I went to the military for a couple of years, then left, became mercenary."

Wade sniffled.

Marc continued. "My old boss assigned me to a group to invade a dig site in Cairo for some quick money. But he and the squad betrayed me, they killed everyone and wanted to kill me."

"Oh shit."

Marc nodded "Yeah. I crawled towards an old tomb or grave of the god Khonshu. I was ready to just end myself, but I heard Khonshu's voice, offering a deal."

"So that's how you got the suit?"

"Yeah." Marc looked away for a second before he heard a wet sniffling. He turned back to Wade, who was blinking.

"Don't mind me." He smiled, turning to look away and rub his eyes.

"You crying?"

"My eyes are sweating." Wade defended before he scooted closer to Marc.

"Uh, Wade?"

"It's okay Marc. Come here." Wade leaned in and hugged Marc.

"Wade, you don't have to-"

"It's okay, let it out, big guy." Wade himself wasn't sure if he was talking to Marc or himself.

"Calm down, Wade." Marc patted his back and Wade pulled back.

"Sorry, I get carried away sometimes." Wade chuckled.

"It's okay."

"Is there a chance I get to meet Steven?" Wade asked sweetly, almost like a school girl.

"If you want, but he's asleep."

Wade and Marc decided to call it a night and left for their homes.

The next day, Marc and Wade met at a quiet spot, where Marc would introduce Steven to Wade. Wade was already there, in the distance he could see someone in a white suit and a mask similar to Moon Knight approach.

He called out and waved at Deadpool. "Wade?"

"Marc? Steven?" He called back.

"Hiya! Steven here!"

Wade noticed the British accent Steven had. "You're British? That's so cool!"

"Charming." Steven removed his suit.

"Oh shit, for a second there I thought you were naked underneath the suit."

"No, it summons around us." Steven stopped infront of Wade.

Wade extended his hand "Oooh, around you? I bet it feels nice."

Steven furrowed. "Sorry, around our clothes." He shook Wade's hand.

"Thank god you didn't break my hand like Marc did." Wade chuckled.

"Nah, Marc's the tougher one, I'm the more sweeter one."

"I see. I already think you're the non violent one."

Steven shrugged and Wade leaned close to him.

"Wanna go do some justice? Kill some bad guys?"

"Khonshu hasn't told us there is anything."

"Oh Steven, we will find some." Wade nudged his shoulder.

Wade and Steven patrolled the streets, and a couple hours later, Steven heard Khonshu's voice. "Steven Grant, there are violent worms nearby, be careful."

"Alright. Wade, Khonshu told me there's some bad guys nearby."

"Finally some action!"

Steven and Wade were soon faced with a group of violent people, they encycled the two. "Look at those two dipshits."

"Who are you calling dipshits, you sacks of living shit?"

"Whoa, Deadpool." Steven said surprised.

"Don't worry sweet Steven."

Deadpool was the first to attack, punching at one of the attackers. Steven pulled his two batons out, throwing one at another guy's head and moved to punch the other.

At one point, Steven got jumped on by three attackers, one on each side, holding his arms in place as the third was ready to stab him. Steven had to surrender the body to Marc, who swiftly freed his arms, grabbed the knife and sliced them all in their thighs. Marc stood above one younger man, who was crawling backwards against a wall. Marc still had the knife in his hand, he was about to throw it away when he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder, he instantly turned, the hand holding the knife stabbing the person in the ribs before he saw who it was.

"Oops."

"You stabbed me!"

"You sneaked up on me, idiotpool!"

"But you know how to hit those sweet spots, Moon guy."

Marc scoffed, ripping the knife out of Deadpool before throwing it away.

Deadpool squatted down to the younger guy, grabbing his hair. "You like ambushing innocent people, huh?"

The guy winced. "I didn't want to hurt anyone!"

"Deadpool! Let him go!" Marc growled.

"Not until he swears to never do that shit again!" Deadpool argued.

Marc didn't wanted any of Deadpool's bullshit, he grabbed him by the throat and slammed him onto the wall.

"Oh Marc, your hands are so strong, I bet you're good with them." Deadpool winked.

Marc looked around, spotting a loose pipe and threw Deadpool down on it, the pipe had penetrated through his back but that didn't seem to impress him.

"Come on, man!"

Marc looked back at the young guy, "If I ever catch you hurting innocent people again..." he trailed off, leaving the threat in the air. The guy immediately got up and ran away.

"Aw, you let him go?"

"I'm not killing if it can be avoided, idiot."

"Me too! I was just scaring that guy!"

Marc just scoffed.

"Hey Marc."

"What?"

"How about you search yourself a girl and get laid! Maybe that helps with your grumpiness."

"Doesn't help, maybe you do it instead." Marc backfired.

"Hey can you please let Steven out, atleast he's nice."

Marc growled before he surrendered the body back to Steven, the Moon Knight suit switching to Mr. Knight.

"Oi, you're being quite mean here, Wade."

Deadpool beamed. "Steven! I'm so glad you're back!"

Deadpool lifted himself up from the pipe and picked the dropped baton from Steven up.

"Here, I wanted to give it to Marc before he fucking stabbed me." He tilted his head sweetly.

"Thanks, mate."

Deadpool looked around at the passed out attackers and the weapons laying around.

"Come on, Steven. Let's just leave."

Both of them walked away, leaving the scene behind.

"Since we're a team now, should we consider choosing a name for us?" Deadpool asked.

"A name? Because we're partners now?"

"Yes. Something like Poolknight! Or Poolmoon! Okay that sounds edgy as fuck."

"Mate, we don't need a name, just Moon Knight and Deadpool will do."

"But our own unique name would sound so cool! Besides, deep, very deep inside, you know you want it too, Steven."

"You're a pig, Wade."

"Did you just call me pig?! That was so cute Steven!"

Steven removed his mask and couldn't help but smile.

Deadpool moved to walk behind Steven, leaning his head beside his and softly grabbed Steven's chin.

"You have a babyface, Steven!" Deadpool looked straight ahead. "If someone hurts Steven then I will hunt them down."

"You don't have to do that, Wade." Steven chuckled.

Deadpool pulled away and continued walking beside Steven. After a while of walking, Deadpool had an idea.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Steven! I have it, I know how our name is going to be!"

"Yeah? What's it gonna be?" Steven asked, somewhat curious.

Deadpool stepped infront of Steven, gesturing with his hands as he said;

"Moonpool."

"Sorry wot?"

"Come on Steven, say it with me. Moonpool."

Meanwhile inside Steven's headspace, Marc chimed in

*Oh my god, he's so done.*

"Yeah he is."

Deadpool snapped his head at Steven. "Was that Marc? What did he say?"

Steven shrugged, "He said you're so messed up."

"Thanks, Marc you peanut."

"If you think Marc is mean then wait until you meet Khonshu."

"A god is worse than Marc? Oh shit, that's a clear no no."

"Trust me, Marc can be a sweetheart, but if you mess with him he's a nightmare." Steven chuckled.

"Yeah I felt that." Deadpool joked. Feeling bolt, Deadpool slung an arm around Steven. "No homo, Steven, but I love you."

"You're a cool dude, Wade." Steven laughed.

Deadpool leaned close to Steven's ear, "Hey Marc. Steven said I'm cool, do you think I'm cool?"

"I suggest you don't bother Marc. Because if he says he's gonna whoop your butt, then he will do it."

*Steven, tell idiotpool he's okay.*

"Wade, Marc says you're okay."

Deadpool beamed. "Every bad guy better watch out! We are Moonpool!"

"Whoa wait, we didn't agree-"

"You'll get used to it Steven. You will come to love it."

"But-" Steven wanted to argue, but Deadpool gently shushed him with a finger to his lips.

"Sshh, Moonpool!"

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