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gojology · 3 years

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The Start of Winter Break. (18+)

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 | I FEEL RLLY SAD CUZ I WANTED TO DO THE SUKUNA BUT I DONT KNOW THE STORY ON ALADDIN SO I OPTED FOR 2 INSTEAD IM SORRY ANON. anyways i wanted to feed u guys rlly well and actually took the time to write and edit. I’M REFORMED also writing on google docs is so hard?? (reposting cuz i think im shadowbanned)

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 | Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 | 3798

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 | Food Play, Nipple Play, Oral (Fem Receiving), Degrading Nicknames (I didn’t really proof read that hard but I know there’s like, a mention of one nickname along the lines of that.)

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 | It’s the first day of Winter Break, and you want to surprise Gojo with a cup of hot cocoa, instead, Gojo surprises you. Blinking your eyes furiously, you adjusted to the dark room. Immediately, you breathe a sigh of relief. You didn’t have to wake up at such an early hour, and for once you woke up refreshed. It was finally the first day of Winter Break, you had overworked yourself, making sure that you were to spend the end of the year work-free and available for as many Christmas parties you wanted to attend. Yawning, stretching as you did so, you look over your shoulder. There’s a slight smile dawning on Gojo’s lips. His long eyelashes fluttered when he slept. He slightly snored, grabbing at where you once slept in his arms. The room was unusually cold. You had always awoke to sunlight streaming from the window, realizing that could only mean that another day of work was ahead of you. But now, the room was dim, and freezing might you add. You couldn’t wait to snuggle with Gojo, this was perfect cuddle weather. Tearing your eyes away from Gojo’s pretty face, you instead looked at the door. Years of photos with Gojo absolutely slathered the poor thing, past memories all flickering before your eyes. Pictures in Disneyland, bright colors in contrast with the rather dark clothes he always seemed to wear. Once in a while, you would see pictures of Yuuji, Shoko, Megumi, Nobara, just about every Tokyo Jujutsu Tech School member there was, and even Utahime, celebrating good times with Gojo. You didn’t find yourself in many of the pictures, but the ones you did find yourself happened to be some of your fondest memories. Far more common were pictures of you, with ridiculous, shit, you’d even go as far as to say downright ugly faces while he told you a stupid joke were also taped sloppily, some photos were even slanted. Gojo had made it a firm promise to take pictures of you when you least expected it, because that’s when he always found you the cutest. You peek at Gojo’s sleeping face once more, a slight giggle rising from your throat that you struggled to silence. His mouth, slightly agape, was now drooling onto the pillow he oh so gracefully rested on. Jerking your head up and snapping out of your Gojo daze, you realized that you were supposed to make your daily morning coffee for you and him today. You had chewed him out multiple times, telling him that the way he made coffee was nauseating. Usually, Gojo would always accompany the bitter drink with 8 sugarcubes, which was not your thing. He always seemed to forget, honestly you couldn’t really tell with him, giving you a mug of absurdly sweetened coffee every morning. You always foolishly assumed that he had listened to you from the last scolding, so you would always sip it, letting the coffee coat your pallet, but promptly spit it out as soon as you realized how sickly sweet it was. “Satoru! This is too sweet!” “Honeybun, you’re the sweetest thing in this room, what do you mean the coffee could be too sweet? Not possible.” he would inquire innocently, tilting his head to the side. You’d frown, shaking your head and muttering about the acts of distaste you’d do to him before Gojo bursts into a fit of laughter, pointing at you and watching you unenthusiastically look back. Most likely fuming silently, but you didn’t want to tell him that. “You’re so fucking cute when you’re angry, (Y/N).” “Satoru, I can literally not survive the day without coffee. Whatever you’re serving me is definitely not the coffee I want, and sooner or later I’ll be dropping dead.” He would shrug playfully, as if he didn’t even understand the core concepts of what you were trying to tell him. But you knew he did, he just didn’t want to do it. You would clench your fists, trying to look threatening. Your back straightening, and on your tippy toes even though you knew you could never be as tall as him. It never ever worked though, he would just continue to laugh harder, but that was just the routine. “Then do it yourself, sweetie. I wake up at the asscrack of dawn just to make you a cup of coffee. I don’t know about you, but that’s the best show of love.” “Oh I will. I’ll do it well.” And so, you weren’t lying. The two of you began to take turns. You woke up even earlier than you did for work, and made him his coffee (with extra sugar, just as he likes it) while also making yours, making sure to relish the bitter and frankly delicious black drink, void of any sweetening. The next day, he would as well. He never listened to your sugar lectures though, making sure to add 3-4 cubes just to make you angry. You had pretty much given up on all hope of ever getting your ideal coffee from Satoru, it was beyond him to even listen. Besides, you had grown to like the sweetness. Speaking of brown sweet liquids, it was a perfect hot cocoa morning. The snow was beginning to pile up outside, pure white blanketing just about everything. You hastily threw on an oversized sweater Gojo owned, which you had found strewn on the ground. You rolled your eyes, that guy was a mess. What would he do without you? Trudging and stumbling your way into the kitchen like a newborn fawn, you flicked on the lights. As soon as the lights came on, you shielded your eyes from the brightness. Cursing as you pulled out a chair, your eyes slowly adjusting, pulling the chair over to the shelves and cabinets out of reach. Now standing on the wooden chair, you grumbled. So much for being a good girlfriend, your legs ached for some reason, so every time you stood on your tippy toes, you winced. Knocking down a bottle of vegetable oil into the sink, you were startled by such an incredibly loud noise. Your eyes widen and your legs tangle as you scramble, almost falling backwards. Grabbing onto the cabinet’s ledge, you breathed a sigh of relief as the chair stabilized. This was a blessing in disguise, as the chocolate syrup came into view. A feeling of triumph flooding you, you happily hummed gently pulling it out. Setting it down on the counter, you got down, moving the chair over to the right. Standing back onto the chair, you placed a finger on your lips, slightly rubbing them. Your memory wasn’t doing you very well, forgetting where all the extra add-ons for baked goods were. Your tongue stuck out to the side, swinging a random cabinet’s doors wide open. You had guessed correctly, sprinkles of various vivid colors stood idly, eye-catching colors on full display. A fine coat of dust had settled on the caps. You coughed into your arm, now rummaging through the many sprinkles that Gojo would insist on buying because, “they were too cute to pass up.” Sometimes, you swore the guy was a middle-aged Pinterest mom. Yanking out a half opened bag of Jumbo Marshmallows, you did a small victory dance. Normally, Gojo would inhale the darned things, but he was asleep, and very soundly at that. Finally able to have your first taste of marshmallows in a while, you popped a couple in your mouth, practically melting. So sweet. Strolling over to the fridge while popping more marshmallows in your mouth, you lazily threw the bag onto the counter. Swinging the fridge door wide open, you shivered at the cold air, hauling a jug of milk out. As usual, it was half full. Gojo would insist on eating all his cookies with milk, and if he didn’t have milk with his cookies, he would not eat them, stating that it was against his beliefs to even begin to stare at a cookie without a cold glass of milk at the side. He was probably a 9 year old trapped in a 28 year olds body. Humming a short tune, you poured the milk into a mug that Gojo had bought for you as a souvenir on a business trip. Painted onto it was a beautiful scene. Flourishing, vibrant flowers only half-heartedly concealing an undisturbed pond, deers frolicking around it. The mug was your favorite cup, and even Gojo, who most likely had the memory span of a goldfish when it came to unnecessary facts such as this one, knew it. You flipped the chocolate syrup bottle upside down, smacking the top. Making a note to yourself to buy chocolate syrup the next time you went out. Strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you in closer. “Boo.” Startled, you twirled around, expecting a rather friendly home invader, or something along the lines of that. Instead, you were greeted with Gojo Satoru’s face. Satoru’s eyebrow twitches, looking at you with an amused expression. “Scared? We’re on the same boat.” he snickered, “woke up to some loud ass bang.” Gojo sleepy whispered into your ear, ruffling your hair with his large, calloused hands. His chin now resting on your right shoulder. “I dropped the vegetable oil on accident.” You ignored the light, fluttering feeling when he touched you. “Gosh, you’re a clumsy one aren’t you, sugar?” Scoffing, you whip your head back to the hot chocolate. An unhealthy serving of chocolate syrup was splattered inside the mug, already blending with the milk. “Don’t turn your back on me, pumpkin.” whining playfully, tugging at your left shoulder. There was something about such a playful, childish Gojo that you loved. You wished you got to see it more often. You pretend to be annoyed, looking at him, now standing up without the support of your shoulder, in the eye now. A flicker of mischievousness over his face, he looks down at you. “How thoughtful.” kissing your temple, he yawned. “Making hot chocolate for me? Oh hey- you even got the exact same amount of chocolate I like.” “Satoru.” hands on your hips, you were bemused. How could one even like sugar this much? “This is an ungodly amount of chocolate syrup, and can NOT be good for you.” His warm gaze stared back, a slight curve to his lips now. You swear you could die a happy girl now, Gojo wasn’t sleepy very often, so when he was, you made sure to relish it. Usually, when you were lucky enough to be in the presence of a sleepy Gojo, he was always softer. Giving you small, coy smiles. Your retort didn’t even seem to register in his brain in the slightest. “I want it, though.” You sighed, facepalming. “Ooooh, marshmallows!” suddenly bursting with energy he never exhibited before seeing the sugary treat, his long arm extended over to the bag, tugging at it to get it closer to him before finally shoving 3 or more into his mouth. “Satoru!” you yank his hand back from the entrance of his mouth, able to save a few, albeit a bit ugly and smooshed, marshmallows. “Wha?” he rubbed his eyes, chewing noisily on the marshmallows he was lucky enough to get into his mouth. “Baby. We need those marshmallows, here, can you microwave a bowl of them? Save a few for later.” He nodded obediently, tugging a bowl out of the “washed dishes” section of the sink. Wiping it down sloppily with a towel. He dug his hand into the marshmallow bag, throwing a few handfuls into the bowl before carefully placing the bowl into a microwave, sneaking a few more into his mouth before jabbing at a few buttons. “There.” he gave you a crooked grin and a thumbs up, walking back over to you, placing warm fingers against your cheek, suddenly jumping back. “Holy shit, babygirl, you’re cold.” About to respond, you too realized how cold you were. Lightly shivering, your hands seemed to be blocks of ice. “Babe, can you go get an extra sweater-” Hands under your sweater (well, technically his) suddenly, his warm, big hands massaged your breasts. You yelped, the hot contact against your cold skin was electrifying. His thumbs, rubbing over your nipples lazily, sent even more shivers down your spine. Quietly moaning, you looked back at Gojo, who seemed to thoroughly savor every little sound you made. “Like that, lil girl~?” “S-Satoru! Not now… I’m making you s-something!” “Hot cocoa doesn’t take a chef to make.” he placed kisses on your neck, lightly suckling on your bare skin. “I-I know, but just… N-not now.” you stammered, he was now tweaking your nipples, gently pulling them. He didn’t seem to register the request though, but instead was drawing lazily on your breast. “That better, missy?” he questioned, watching you catch your breath and gulp. Resting his chin on your shoulder once more. “Mmmmm.” you responded, thoroughly enjoying his warm touch. Closing your eyes, enjoying the mystifying feeling his hands always gave you. Loudly, the microwave beeped. Suddenly jumping up from the loud occurrence, Gojo cursed under his breath and jogged over to the microwave, swinging the handle open. “Great news, (Y/N). I didn’t burn the marshmallows!” Grumbling under your breath, and wishing all hell to the microwave for disrupting such an intimate event, you nodded, giving him a few weak claps for his rather stupid achievement. Gesturing for him to bring the bowl over, you pulled out a spoon from the drawer beneath you. As soon as Gojo placed the bowl on the counter, he zoomed back to where he had left off, grabbing one of your breasts and squeezing it. This time, he was massaging one of your shoulders. Your breathing was heavier when he did this, Gojo noted, watching as you struggled to mix the chocolate syrup and milk together. He did this for a while, eyeing the cooling marshmallow. He swiped up a dollop, wiping it down your neck. Letting out a gasp by the sudden warmth, you assumed it was Gojo’s mouth. To your surprise, it wasn’t. He licked the cloud of fluff, before straight up placing his entire mouth on it, lightly sucking and licking your skin. Your panties were getting awfully wet. “L-love, we n-need the fluff to a-add the finishing touch to t-the hot cocoa.” you would mutter, trying not to collapse from the pleasure. “You getting wet?” now lightly nibbling on your skin, his hand left your breast, dunking his hand underneath the fabric of your panties. He sneered, realizing the puddle that had seeped itself into the material. “Aw, you’re absolutely wet. Fuck am I saying?” he swirled his finger around your entrance, lightly dipping one of his fingers in before he took it out. Whimpering, your walls clenched around something that wasn’t there. “Anyways, let's get back to the hot cocoa!” innocently licking his glistening finger, he looked at you. ‘What? Y-you can’t do that to me-!” “Isn’t that what you wanted?” he chirped back, smiling devilishly. “That’s what I wanted before-” “Hush up, slut.” he rubbed your head with one hand, the other, stroking your cheek. You didn’t realize how hot you got when he called you a slut, whimpering, the hot cocoa long forgotten on the counter as you leaned into his chest. “Aw, you’re so cute.” tugging on your cheeks softly, you look up at him, while he looked down. Even though you were his girlfriend, you didn’t really see his eyes often. They were a brilliant shade of aquamarine, flecks of a darker blue were also sprinkled amongst the sea of various shades of blue. “You want something? You’re giving me those puppy eyes.” Still pulling at your cheeks, he stared down patiently, unable to hide the smile on his face. “I hate when you tease me.” you blurt out, surprisingly coherent, even though Gojo was pinching your cheek. Another flicker of amusement on his face. “That’s not how you ask for something you want.” He stopped pinching your cheeks, now staring at you. You couldn’t quite tell what he was thinking about, his face was blank, eyes cloudy. “Mmm, I’ll give you one last chance before you get punished. Now missy, what do you want?” You tugged at the hem of his pants, still making eye contact. “You can’t have that, sweetie.” he straightened you back up, so that you weren’t leaning on his chest any longer. “It’s way too early.” “Then what was the point of teasing me?” you groaned, clasping your hands together and looking at him. “Please?” you were sure to have your eyelashes flutter. He laughed, shaking his head. “Sorry, princess.” You groaned, getting down onto the cold floor, getting onto your knees, looking at his pleasurably entertained face. “...What about now?” He chuckled, rubbing your head again. “No, baby. I’m just not in the mood, but I can make a recommendation that works with me. Although, you’re really cute when you’re on your knees for me.” You nodded, nervously anticipating whatever he wanted to do. You didn’t need to wait, though, he carried you over to the table, like a princess, unclothing you quickly. Throwing his sweater onto the floor once again, you felt your heart jump a little. A small pile of clothing consisting of the sweater, your panties, and a t-shirt was crumpled up on the floor. He cupped your breasts, leaning over the table to look at them. His expression softened, placing delicate kisses on each breast, making you gasp a little. “So cute.” whispering, rubbing your nipples once again. Your hands found their home in Gojo’s hair, now clenching onto his snowy white locks. He grunted a little as you pushed his head further into your chest, effectively telling you to start suckling on the now slightly abused domes. “Just a sec, (Y/N).” extending his impossibly long limbs to grab the marshmallow fluff bowl, his long fingers danced at the rim, then pulled it closer to his chest. Yanking the spoon out of the bowl, he spread the lukewarm fluff on your body, you weren’t expecting such warmth, and you let out a yelp, realizing what he was slathering onto you. “Satoru! D-did you forget what I said e-earlier?” “Nope, I just don’t care.” sadistically grinning, he ducked his head down, the space between your breasts and his face non existent. He had practically smooshed himself into your embrace, your arms around his head. He was good with his tongue, you had to admit, too good. Goosebumps grew on your skin, no matter how many times you two fucked senseless, he still had such an effect on you. His tongue swirling around your nipple, fingers rubbing and teasing the other. You felt his hot breath against your skin, and you couldn’t help but think how good it felt. Strands of hair tickled you as he began to noisily slurp, before coming back up again. Your breast was glistening with spit, few thin lines of marshmallow fluff left over. He licked them up, before scooping up a few dollops of marshmallow fluff onto you, looking hungrily at the attention-starved breast, before diving back down. Fingers now giving the spoiled nipple almost close to 0 action. He licked the hard nipple a few more times before sucking onto it, as if he was a baby. I mean, he probably was. Afterall, he was a manchild. Regardless, you found yourself heavily breathing, hugging his head like it was the last thing you’d ever do. His teeth lightly nibbled, making you jump a little. Now biting onto it, you squealed. He glanced up, before going back down, licking the sensitive bud. You felt a rush near your lower regions, a familiar warmth rushed to your cheeks. “S-Satoru! I think I’m gonna-!” You weren’t even going to finish the sentence, the white, hot liquid pooling out of you as soon as you uttered a few words. Gojo’s attention was now focused on you, before looking down. “Woah, lil girl. That’s a large mess. I didn’t know your pussy needed any attention.” he directed his gaze towards your pussy, spreading the folds and softly examined it. “How pretty.” he muttered, he flicked his thumb on your clit, making you moan loudly. “FUCK!” you threw a hand over your mouth, he laughed, his breath tickling you. “You’re really wet.” Without any warning before hand, he dove in between your legs, beginning to noisily slurp at your folds, dipping his tongue into your entrance. You began to practically scream louder, you were fuzzy, your body, your mind, everything. Unable to cover your moans, you began to grimace at the stares your neighbors would give you when you went out for the mail. Gojo would laugh, telling you that, “He was just trying to show the world you were his.” and not pay any mind, cursing him for being so skilled, you struggled to contain all the noises you were making. You felt his tongue tease your entrance playfully, flicking your clit a few times for extra measure, you were now wildly thrashing, and you knew Gojo couldn’t wait to ridicule you over dinner. About to straight up shove his head closer into you, his tongue finally stuck inside of you. Letting out a sigh of relief mixed with added pleasure, he skillfully lapped at your juices. Noisily slurping away at you, he glanced up. You were trying to sit up, but were struggling as you did so. The waves of pleasure sent you crashing back down onto the table. You felt him exhale through his nose, tickling you once again. He closed the little space between you and his face, as soon as he was in contact with your skin, you wrapped your legs around his back, trying to close the distance that wasn’t there. Now, his tongue was reaching you in places you’d never think he would. Flush, hot skin was sweating against the table surface, but you paid no mind, promising yourself to wipe the top later. Hair strands practically glued to the sides of your head due to the sweat, you whined again, feeling yourself close to cumming. You were about to speak again, warning Gojo, but you couldn’t. Before the words could even spill out of your mouth, you felt yourself burst. Gojo, seemingly unaware, was still lapping at your walls. You looked at him, breathing heavily. His eyes widened, and you felt him stop licking for a while, before you saw him gulp and stand back up. His eyes twinkled a little in the light, and you straightened, sitting on the table, your heart still beating rapidly. “You never told me you were gonna cum.” You turned your head to the side, about to retort, before you realized the empty bowl of marshmallow fluff. “Satoru! I told you to not use it all!” (resposting because i think im shadowbanned, please interact if u saw this!)

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percywinchester27 · 3 years

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A lot like ‘Us’ (Part-34)

Word count: 3.4K

Pairing: Sam X Reader AU

Warnings: Feels, fluff

Series Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is eager and honestly, still in awe that she managed to get herself an acceptance from Stanford Law School. On the face of it, her life seems as put together, mysterious and independent as one might hope for. On the insides, she carries the burden of past that haunts her till date. Seemingly, she’d left it all behind; that is until she sets foot in the class of the Law School’s youngest, most promising professor.

A/N: The story employs two different timelines. The present timeline for the story takes place in 2014. Please let me know what you guys think :)

Beta: @deanssweetheart23. I love you so much, darling <3

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The rest of the week was hard.

There were things you wanted to do and then things that you had to do. Unfortunately for you, the Venn diagram of those two things were two circles that did not touch.

Normally, you loved your job, you loved studying and your classes. But sitting through Sam’s class was becoming a new, different type of torture. The pretension was wearing you down. You could see it grating him, too. You rarely spoke up in his class now, trying not to draw attention, neither did he call upon you like he did with other students.

The library was still your second home, though, thanks to the untimely desertion of the other odd shifts librarian, you were left to run double shifts. Molly was sorry about it, but she didn’t have a solution for you, not until she had a new hire. That meant you were stuck in the library all the time. The guys in the apartment were starting to miss you. Kevin came over one evening to inform you everything sucked when you weren’t around. His face had made you hug him.

As for you? Without the free evenings, you couldn’t go over to see Max. You missed him terribly and it would do no good to whine about that to Sam, since you were still unsure about how he would take your excessive attachment to his son.

Not that you didn't have the chance to talk to Sam. After Sam put Max to bed, each night he’d call. You would sit in the alcove of the library widow and talk to him for hours- about the day, the classes and everything under the sun. Sam told you about the cases he was working on, the judges he really disliked and the girl Chase was chasing. Sam thought he was named aptly. He was also your faithful informant about Max. Apparently the playground bullies were back at it with the mean words. You blurted out loud how you wanted to punch the kids and Sam piled on top of that. Cheerful conversations about shaking kids followed.

It felt so juvenile to talk with him over the phone, like when he worked in New York and you were stuck in Lawrence, but not quite. Now, it was exciting to imagine him blushing on the other end when you accidentally said something complementary. Or if a student decided to stay in the library late night, you had to giggle in hushed voices so they wouldn’t overhear your conversations. The thrill of it was exciting. Those few hours had become the highlight of your day.

So, when Madison asked you what you were smiling about in the last lecture on Friday, you had to make up a reason. You couldn’t very well tell her that the bruise Sam was sporting on his cheek was because Max outran him on the basketball court and Sam slipped and fell.

“Just thinking of something funny.”

“Wouldn’t have to do with the green eyed hottie from Monday, would it?” Madison wiggled her eyebrows.

“Who, Dean?” You burst out laughing. “Maddie! He’s married to my sister.”

She laughed with you, face apologetic. “Dang! He’s really hot. Is it bad that I’m sorry he is married?”

“Definitely not,” you giggled. The good old Winchester genes had caused many casualties.

On the dais below, Sam collected his things.

“Ooohh, Professor Winchester is heading out. I better catch him before he leaves. You wanna come? Talk about the assignment?”

“No, you go on.” Sam had given you a run down of the assignment last night. You wanted to pout that he was right. You could have done better.

“Still awkward about the whole drowning thing, huh?”

You looked away, not wanting to remember the pool.

Madison wasn’t paying attention. “You were… I don’t know, delirious. You kept calling him by his name and…” Madison looked at you warily. She did not complete the sentence.

“Y/N saw the opportunity and took it,” said Rebecca from the next row. “I would sell my soul to be lifted like that.”

You slung your bag around your shoulders and made a move to get up. For all you cared, Rebecca could get hit by a truck. Not only were you furious at her for planning that prank with Brad, it made you feel murderous when she objectified Sam like that, reducing him to some greasy creep of a professor. It was insulting.

“Wait up now, sweetie!” She came up from behind. “Don’t act so prissy now. We all know you’re not as innocent as you make yourself out to be.”

“Excuse me?”

“You think I’m blind? To not see how you’re playing with all these men to get what you want? First, you have Brad panting after you, so you get the attention? Then you’re dancing with some random blue eyed man at the induction dance. The very next day you’re swaying in the arms of Chase Lincoln of all people. The moment you touch the pool water, somehow Sam Winchester is miraculously saving you… and two days later you’re crying like a damsel in distress in the arms of yet another man!” She was counting off her fingers. “And people call me slutty! I’m going to find out what your secret is, Y/N. Because I know you have one! And when I do...”

“You know what, Rebecca?” You said as calmly as you could. “Why don’t you go screw yourself.”

With that you headed straight for the library. When Madison caught up with you, her face was red. “Can’t believe I was ever friends with that hag! Gave her piece of my mind.”

“Madison, you should catch professor Winchester before he leaves. I’ll be okay.”

She assessed your words against your expression, then nodded and left.

You wanted to be by yourself.

Thankfully, cataloging was time-consuming and tedious. It took your mind off of Rebecca’s awful words. For the life of you, you couldn’t understand why she was so mean to you.

“Excuse me, miss, can I borrow this book?” Enquired a sweet voice.

You dropped the marker in your hand and looked up. Max was standing beyond the desk, a huge grin on his face. You gave a little yelp of your own and hurried from behind the counter to throw your arms around him, kissing him on his cheek.

“Gosh, I’ve been dying to meet you,” you said, pulling back to look at him.

He was wearing a plaid shirt over a small faded t-shirt and jeans. Such a mini-Sam. You couldn’t resist the urge to lean over and kiss his other cheek.

Max started blushing, looking down at his shoes.

“What’re you doing here?” You asked, leading him to one of the benches.

“Alex broke her arm last night. She couldn’t come over today. Dad’s got work. He asked me to hang out here.”

“Oh, no, is Alex okay?”

Max snickered. “Yeah. She was trying to sneak out for a party and fell out of the window.”

You pursed your lips trying not to laugh with him. “Poor girl.”

“Aunt Jody’s super-mad!” He added and you couldn’t help the giggle that burst through your lips.

“Max, is that you?” Molly asked, sticking her head from behind the shelves. “Darn kid! It’s been ages. Where did you run off to?”

“Mechanics camp!” He told her. “I know where an engine goes now. And how to hot-wire a car.”

“They taught you that at the camp?” You asked, skeptic.

“No, uncle Dean did.”

This time you laughed in earnest.

“You know Max?” Molly frowned.

You nodded. “Remember my little friend I told you about?”

“The one you were holding a bake sale for?”

“Yep, he’s the one.”

Molly put her hand to her lips. “Well, no shit! Do you know who his father is?”

You and Max immediately looked at each other, confirming your secret with a tiniest of nods.

“He’s Sam’s boy, this cute little nugget here.” Molly pulled his cheek. To Max’s credit, he didn’t rub his cheek afterwards.

Which reminded you. “You wait right here, Max. I’ll be back in a minute.” You quickly found the stash of cookies you were saving for tonight's dinner and hurried back to him. Eating at the library wasn’t allowed, but Max was an exception to every rule. “Cookies for you. I know these are your favourite.”

Max’s entire face lit up. True to his nature, he offered you one before digging in. You watched as he took a few bites, sneaking looks to the book he was holding- Adventures of Sinbad.

“I read one of those when I was kid. It had a monster bird that carried Sinbad away to its nest.”

“Oh, the Roc! That one’s my favorite!” Max clapped his hand and the cookies clattered to the floor.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, trying to pick up the bag.

You stopped him with a gentle nudge. “Let me.” After cleaning the cookie crumbs from the carpet, you unwound the scarf from around your neck and used it to clean the crumbs stuck to Max’s mouth and shirt, fussing over getting it all away.

When you made him stand up to clean the hem of his pants, you noticed Sam standing behind you, arms crossed over his chest. He had a peculiar expression on his face- tender but also guarded.

“You’re not supposed to eat the library, young man!” Sam tried for stern, but ended up sounding amused.

You straightened up. “I make the rules here. Max can do whatever he wants.”

Max gave Sam a smug look, before running to him. In a motion that must have been more of less a reflex, Sam reached out and hefted Max up in his arms.

“Look, what I found!” Max showed him the book.

Sam made a face. “Sinbad again? That sixth voyage was lame.”

“I wanna find out how it ends. There’s only one adventure left!”

“Alright, but this is the last of Arabian tales for the year. I get second hand sea-sickness just reading about it. I’m starting to miss Charlie and the chocolate factory.”

“You hated Charlie and the chocolate factory!”

Sam smirked. “You’re this close to getting my point.”

Max turned the book over. “We’re out of authors,” he told you.

The words shook you out of your quiet and you smoothened your expression. The scene before you was making your throat close up. You had never seen them together before. Max’s entire body language changed- his shoulders relaxed and he became less polite… just a bit more demanding, the way a child should be. Sam on the other hand radiated contentment. His voice changed, becoming softer, loving when he spoke to Max. You were sure you had been staring at them hungrily as if you couldn’t get enough of the interaction.

“Any suggestions?” Sam asked, tone still mild.

“T-Tolkein,” you stuttered. “You should try The Hobbit.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Elven songs. Wonderful.”

Molly came over to greet Sam and you excused yourself to go back to the desk and take a stock of the emotions coursing through you. At any point it could get too much and you didn't want either of them to see that.

On their way out, Max waved at you. “Bye, Y/N!”

“Bye, Max.” You blew him a kiss. “You turned my day around, bud!”

There were too many people in the vicinity, so when it came to Sam, you nodded. “Professor.”

He mirrored your gesture. “Ms. Y/L/N.” And with a look full of promise of later, he walked away. You waved at Max till he was out of sight.

“Such a lovely boy,” Molly sighed. “Horrendous business what happened to him.”

“Yeah.” You cut the topic short, still unable to think of Max’s past without feeling faint. Thinking about it was so hard for you, Max had lived through it.

Molly was in no mood to change the subject.

“Sam’s an amazing guy to give up the lawyer life and settle down here for that kid.”

You narrowed your eyes. “What do you mean?”

Molly threw out her hands, slightly embarrassed. “It’s Sam’s personal choice and all that, but he had a solid career in LA. After that Simmons affair blew up in the media, he could’ve stuck around and bagged A-list celebrities as clients. He moved out to this place for Max’s sake- so there was some normalcy and stability in his life. Then, again, Sam’s had his share of downs.”

Your back felt like ice, knowing what was coming.

“I’m not supposed to talk about it but it’s just you.” Molly leaned in closer. “Did you know his wife left him?”

She must have interpreted whatever your face showed as shock, because Molly continued. “Don’t know much about the whole thing. I heard bits and parts from the grape wine. Some girl he met in Kansas straight out of Yale. Took a plunge in a couple of months and this girl bolted not even a year into the marriage. Can you believe that? I mean, look at him… What the fuck was she looking for that he didn’t have!”

You could taste the blood by biting into your lip too hard.

“Never heard of him dating anyone since. I think he’s still in love with her.” Molly whistled. “At least they have each other- Max and Sam. That kid spends a lot of time here. You’ll keep finding reasons to feed your little friend cookies.” Molly flashed you a grin. You couldn’t quite return it.

It was past twelve when your phone rang. You’d just locked the library behind you and had given up on all hopes of the call.

You hurried to pick it up.

“Hey,” Sam breathed. “Sorry it took me so long.”

“It’s alright,” you sighed in relief at the sound of his voice. The sinking feeling in your stomach since the talk with Molly began to dissipate.

“It’s your fault really,” Sam said. “Max liked The Hobbit too much and went to bed real late. How am I supposed to wake him in time for his class tomorrow?”

His concerns were so normal, comfortingly mundane. Sam made it sound so easy, when in fact, all this must have been so hard. One time you heard someone say a mean thing about Sam’s wife and it had you rankled. Sam must’ve lived through years of whispers, stories and ugly rumours. He must’ve had to defend his choice of staying committed so many times. Hadn’t the words shred his heart?

“Y/N? Everything okay?”

You cleared your throat. “Uh it’s just… it’s good to hear your voice.”

He was immediately on alert. “What happened?”

“Nothing. Weird day.”

“Where are you?”

You looked about your dark surroundings. “Crossing the playground, almost to my building.”

“Do you want to come over?” He asked, voice hopeful but unsure. “We can sit in the front lawn if you want.”

You made an impulse decision. “Yeah okay.”

Ten minutes later you were sitting on one of Max’s swings. Your tan sweater wasn’t helping much as you shivered in the chill, waiting for Sam to show up. Weird how you made it before him. He lived right there!

Noiselessly the front door opened and closed. Sam walked briskly towards you. He was dressed in dark grey sweatpants and a black full sleeve t-shirt. In his hand he carried an afghan, a thermos and two mugs.

“Here,” he handed you the afghan. It was the same one that was wrapped around you on the night of the pool party. The memory brought blood to your face.

“We don’t have adult juice around here today, but we do have hot chocolate.” Grinning impishly, he tilted the thermos in your direction. He sat on the ground in front of you, carefully filling up the two mugs with the rich, brown liquid while you wrapped yourself in the Afghan.

Eagerly, you took a sip and moaned indecently.

“Good, isn’t it?” Sam chuckled.

This was very close to what heaven would feel like.

“So, what’s the deal, huh?” He asked after a few sips.

You hesitated, not wanting to admit what the real problem was. It would be the case of a teapot crying to a boiler.

“You know you can tell me things, right?” His voice was soft, beguiling.

“It’s something Molly said after you left.” You gave in, selfishly spilling it all.

Sam listened to the whole story, then shook his head at you in exasperation and beckoned you with his hand. You blinked a couple of times, then gave up and went in willingly.

What the hell, right?

Sam tucked his arms around your shoulder once you slid on the ground next to him.

“You and I, we know what the truth is,” he said. “How does it matter what anyone else says?”

“Is that what you told yourself all these years?” You asked in a small voice, unable to meet his eyes.

Sam sighed. “Why are you doing this to yourself, Y/N?”

“You didn’t answer me.”

His fingers curled around your shoulder over the afghan. “No, I didn’t have to tell myself anything. I knew I loved you. That was enough.”

“I don’t know if I can be as strong as you.”

“That’s because you’re so much stronger,” he said. “None of those people have lived your life, they don’t know what you’ve been through. I can bet my ass, they wouldn’t have made it out of half of it in one piece. It’s easy to judge.”

“That’s not my problem,” you argued. “I don’t care what they think about me. But I can’t stand how it makes you look!”

Sam surprised you by chuckling lightly. “You’re cute when you’re indignant. Especially on my behalf.”

“Quit making this into a joke, Sam.”

“I seriously don’t know what else to do.” He put a finger under your chin, tilting your face up. “Look at me. I’m the happiest I've been in years! Do you really think I give a rats ass about what anyone’s got to say about me? My personal life has never been anyone’s concern except mine and yours. The only other person who has any say in this is Max. And that kid doesn’t shut up about you.”

Sam’s eyes were scorching, melting against the night sky.

“Molly’s wonderful, and I know she has a soft spot for me. But by the end of the day, it's just gossip. There’s no substance to it. So will you please drop it?”

At long last you nodded.

“That’s like my Y/N.”

A rustle from the other side of Sam’s fence made you stiffen. The bushes behind the planks began to shake.

“What’s that?”

Sam shrugged. “Probably Alex sneaking out.”

You frowned at him. “Didn’t she break her arm doing exactly that?”

He snorted. “When has that stopped teenagers? It does make life a bit difficult. Jody’s grounded her. She can’t babysit Max for a while and I got work tomorrow.”

You saw Alex creeping on the sidewalk in front of the lawn. She saw the two of you huddled and froze like a deer caught in the headlight. Sam winked and waved a salute at her. After a minute she unfroze, returned the gesture and went off on her way.

“Why don’t you drop him off at the library in the morning? I’ll keep an eye on him. I’m covering the first shift.” You worked to not sound too excited.

“Yeah, that still doesn’t fix the afternoon. I won’t be back before four.”

“Easy. I’ll wait with him here.”

Sam looked at you, hazel eyes wondrous. “You’d do that?”

“Sure. I owe him a pie anyway.”

“You’re a lifesaver!” He exhaled. “Seriously, I could kiss you right now!”

All you had to do was look up. Sam was right there.

Another crash sounded over the fence, louder than the first, followed by a muted ‘ow.’ You saw lights flare up in what must be the living room. From somewhere inside you heard Jody curse. “Jesus fucking Christ! Claire, what’re you doing on the ground.”

“Why do you always have to catch me!” Claire whined in the darkness. “Alex just left!”

“What. The. Fuck!” Jody yelled. “Get in the fucking car! We’re going to find your sister.”

That did it for you as you buried your face in Sam’s chest, smothering the giggles. His arms wrapped tightly around you. Sam himself was shaking with silent laughter over you.

Yeah, this was pretty close to heaven.

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appleflavoredkitkats · 3 years

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Do you have any more info on the fiance situation in Las Nevadas au? :-D or just anything in that au in general (only if you want tho sbajjdkfL) since its vv cool <3 /p

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i've talked about the fiances before but i'm down to expound on it a little further :DDD this is kinda half assed but still long so MSJDJD

tw: self-destructive behavior, memory loss, breakups (not too horrible i promise)

/dsmp /rp

quackity is definitely immensely hurt by his loved ones leaving him. it ruins him. he feels like his heart is left to bleed out every single day he sees that no one from the south is coming over. he has a telescope atop his hotel, the tallest building, which he uses to look closely at the south (where kinoko kingdom lies). on his free days, or sometimes in the afternoon when he doesn't attend the events, he sits on the roof and looks out at a distance.

i think the longest he's been out on the roof was when karl messaged their chat through the communicator. it was a simple “where am i”, and quackity was quick to respond. he instructs karl to go to las nevadas, assuming he was lost, so he basically cancelled every gig he had to observe his surroundings.

(turns out, he never came. quackity sat on that roof for 15 hours before he was pulled away by fundy.)

but their abandonment was never intentional. quackity knows there has to be something more to it, but it doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.

he at least also got word from sapnap. after much encouragement from schlatt, quackity finally was brave enough to send him a message. first, he sent a simple “sapnap? where have you been”, then a more desperate “what happened to us?”.

sapnap replies almost immediately that it threw quackity off, “been around, adventuring, getting away from things.” then the second one took a bit longer, “not gonna lie, i thought our engagement was off ever since we kinda. stopped talking to one another. you kind of left us, didn't you?”

and quackity is hurt. he's baffled, he's irritated, but he's fucking livid. schlatt has told him multiple times that he needs to control his anger a little bit better, but in times like this, no matter how petty it may be, he wanted to fucking wreck his room. and so he did— first he threw his communicator against the wall. it was still salvageable, so quackity decided to grab his glowstone lamp and toss it against the communicator. he flips his dresser, throwing it against his bed, and it bounces off and destroys his cabinet. when he looks at his right, he sees a window, and he raises his fist to punch—

and someone is grabbing back. “q, quackity, alex, please,” schlatt pleads. when did schlatt get to his room? “come on, self-destruction is my kind of thing,” schlatt adds, and it summons a smile from quackity's lips before a sob tears out. and it doesn't stop. quackity cries— and he doesn't cry often, especially in front of his coworkers or family or whatever they are. he hates it, he hates emotions— he tried to fucking suppress it all in las nevadas because all of this, all of these casinos and hotels and bars are meant to be his coping mechanism, his distraction. the tears always finds a way to seep through, though.

eventually, they do crumble to the ground, and they sit like that for a while. quackity crying against schlatt's blazer as schlatt merely rubs comforting circles on his back. eventually, fundy does come in with some snacks and a deck of cards, and it was enough for quackity to at least feel better for the rest of the day.

on another day, where quackity was supposed to have fun partying around and doing the same old shit he does every other day, a mysterious green, whorled portal appears in the middle of his casino. most of the staff and the customers stand back, but from the portal, a white-clad brunette falls from it. he doesn't look all to phased by his fall, but when he stands, he realizes the predicament he's in and immediately stiffens awkwardly.

quackity knows him. that's karl— the karl who somehow disappeared from the server for so long that quackity forgot he even fucking existed. what happened to him? why is he all white? why have his eyes become spirals? what's going on?

“hi,” karl greets casually, but his eyebrows are furrowed awkwardly, “uhm, where am i?”

“karl?” quackity says immediately. he stands in uncertainty before fundy nudges at him to go closer whispering “talk to karl, i'll be in charge of the event.” fundy claps twice and immediately announces that their slot machines will double in payout for the next hour, and the crowd immediately goes wild. karl seems a bit lost by the noise, but quackity quickly grabs him away from the crowds and out to the streets.

“gee, those people were. eager to waste their money. gosh darn rich people,” karl says, and quackity laughs, but his smile immediately drops when karl adds,” nevermind them, i guess, but uh, who are you, exactly?"

and quackity's heart churns. he's heard of a few memory loss cases in their server—it's quite scary to hear how common it's become to just lose yourself entirely—but he didn't think it'd apply to karl. he doesn't even know where karl has BEEN all this time. what happened? why does karl not remember? does sapnap know about this?

quackity decides to not reveal much immediately, so he puts on his typical charming façade and replies, “i'm quackity, or alex, any will do. i'm the owner of this place— las nevadas. it's a place for gambling, drinking, and well, fun! do you, uh, do you remember me?"

quackity sees karl visibly shift awkwardly, and it does summon a sigh out of quackity. “guess you don't, huh?” he says sardonically.

“time travelling kinda... ruins you, sometimes,” karl replies

time travelling...? is... is that what made karl leave? not make karl remember? when in the ever living hell did karl, the nicest, sweetest man he knows, ever been allowed to time travel?

“oh,” he just says instead, “well, uh, i was a close friend of yours."

"oh?" karl replies, “kinda like uhm, uh, do you know sapnap? or george."

damn. quackity's façade immediately melts— how does he know about them and not HIM? why did karl remember them and not quackity? why was he forgotten? quackity immediately hisses, turns away and responds, “i'm giving you a free hotel room for the night and i'm calling sap to pick you up. just walk seventy blocks to your right and talk to manifold, or something, christ you fucking irritate me.” he knows karl probably won't understand, and he knows he's breaking this already broken relationship even more, but he can't... he can't look at them the same way anymore.

karl does get to a hotel room, and quackity does visit him just to make sure everything is alright. thankfully, fundy did repair his communicator after his last tantrum, and he uses it to tell sapnap to pick karl up from las nevadas. sapnap doesn't ask where it is— he simply tells him “ok” and goes offline.

when sapnap arrives, he doesn't look as miffed as quackity expected him to be. he looks... well, definitely more composed than him and karl, but he still looked a bit tired. he has some new scars, but quackity guesses sapnap probably wasn't lying when he said he was out adventuring. before quackity could greet sap, sapnap enters the room abruptly and karl practically throws himself at sapnap.

and jealousy is a fickle thing, isn't it? quackity's heart is still torn, it's still bleeding, and it continues to do so the longer he stares at the sight of the other two. he withholds a scowl, mostly because he knows he might go on another temper tantrum if he doesn't, and he also knows he can't... he can't get mad at them. he's waited forever for this moment.

“wow,” quackity murmurs, and sap turns to him, “things really have changed."

sapnap sighs, “we built you a house in kinoko, but you never came."

"and i made las nevadas entirely for you as well." quackity responds, “i guess it's just... unfortunate timing, and all." it's silent for a few moments until, “i'm sorry”.

sapnap's look softens, “i'm— i'm sorry too.”

there's so much more words to say, things to clarify, stories to catch up on, but quackity wonders how worth it it is to cling onto his past. karl and sap's visit is quite... underwhelming, to say the least. but maybe it isn't underwhelming at all— maybe he just found a new purpose outside of them, and he's just... moved on. it hurt, obviously, but when he looks out of karl's hotel room window, he sees las nevadas. he sees the casinos he's designed for schlatt and fundy, and the bars he's designed for jack and sam, and the stages he's designed for charlie— it's just... different now. he loves karl and sapnap still, of course, but he's also been hurt by them, and he's grown into a different person from that hurt. he thinks sapnap has grown the same way as well.

but still, “you know you're invited to las nevadas if you ever want to visit again,” quackity offers with a melancholic smile.

sapnap sighs, but he mimics quackity's smile and nods, “i'll consider it.” sapnap pauses for a bit, then, “thank you for everything, quackity— i really do mean it. i hope... i hope you enjoy the life you've made for yourself here, kinda looks cool,” sapnap says, and his words were very soft and genuine— something quackity needed to end this chapter of his life with them.

“thank you too, i hope you guys do well too. take care,” quackity says, and sapnap and karl take their leave with simple goodbyes.

it isn't exactly forgiveness or getting back together but it's... closure. quackity's journey up to this point isn't exactly all smiles and rainbows, but he's happy where he is now. he just hopes sapnap, karl, and george are feeling the same as well.

#mcyt #dream smp #quackity #sapnap #karl jacobs #jschlatt #fundy #famberg las nevadas au #long post

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missdawnandherdusk · 4 years

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Night Moves

Draco X Reader (college!AU)

Summary: Healing was a long process, and Draco was there to wait for you.

A/n: Do I know what this is? No, not really. It’s cute and fluffy and a warm up as I get into the habit of writing again now that the semester has been winding down. Let me know if you want more modern college stuff, because I don’t mind it one bit. I love y’all, and as always, I want to know what you think.

I paused, a call coming in from a familiar name. I answered it, pausing my work.

“Are you in bed?” His voice sounded almost excited.

“Uh... no?” I raised an eyebrow that he couldn’t see. “Just working on some stuff for class,”

“So... you haven’t showered or anything?” He pressed.

“No,” I almost laughed, leaning back in my desk chair. “I’m still presentable if that’s your question.”

“It is,” He sounded delighted. “I’ll be outside in twenty minutes.”

“For what?” I pressed on, closing my laptop. “Draco, why am I being kidnapped tonight?”

“Does it matter?” He countered and I could hear the engine of his car thrum. “Twenty minutes.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I chuckled. “I’ll see you then.”

Smiling, I stood from my desk, stretching. Checking the mirror to make sure that I was presentable, I concluded I would be good enough for me. Probably not Draco, but that could be his problem. Humming and straightening up around my room for the night, knowing that I wouldn’t be back until late, I leaned against my desk waiting for his call to let me know he was outside my building.

The call came and I grabbed a sweater and headed downstairs, breaking out into the crisp air of the night. He was there, of course, looking pristine as ever, leaning against his shiny sleek black car. The smile on his face was more valuable than his sports car and immaculate outfit, however. It had been a while since I had seen him smile like that.

“You’re unusually chipper,” I noted.

“My classes were canceled for tomorrow and thought you might like a break from your essays and projects,” He raised an eyebrow, opening the car door for me before rounding the car to get in himself.

“You’d be right,” I smiled, taking his passenger seat.

Stopping at a local sweet shop and picking up more than enough for the two of us, we drove the city streets, alive with night life, laughing at the ridiculousness of the outing. Pulling up to his apartment building, we crashed on his couch, on a sugar and freedom high.

Settling on the next show on our list of things to watch together, we found blankets, tea, and comfort in the soft lighting of the tv. I glimpsed over at Draco as one episode shifted to another, and in the blue light he seemed almost at peace. Like there was no weight on his shoulders anymore.

“You’re staring,” He raised an eyebrow, glancing over at me.

“Well, you’re so gosh darn pretty,” I taunted, rolling my eyes, and looking away. “Am I not allowed to look at you then?” My tone remained in jest.

“I suppose I’ll allow it,” He grinned.

“Thank you so much,” My face fell flat at his antics.

The hour grew later and our sugar high waned until my eyes had a hard time staying open all the way and I was slumped against Draco, who wasn’t faring much better than I was. My hand absentmindedly played with his, tracing random patterns on his warm skin and fidgeting with his rings.

His hand pulled from my, drawing my attention to his face, which was now closer than I had originally thought. I wasn’t afraid though. It was Draco. I trusted him more than most.

In the fog of the sugar crash, the blue light, and the late hour, a softness fell between us. Comfortable and safe. Vulnerable.

My eyes finally slipped closed as he drew nearer. But I paused.

Looking down, I pulled back fractionally. He let out the breath he was holding and backed away as well.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, hopeless. “I...”

“No, I’m sorry,” his voice was soft and gentle.

“God no don’t apologize,” I almost laughed, my hands resting on his chest. “It’s not you. It’s me. I...”

“It’s him,” he answered softly. We had been friends long enough for Draco to know the pain that my past love had caused to me heart and the tears that came of it.

“Yeah,” I let out a defeated sigh. “I’m... I’m really sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize either,” he tilted my chin up so that I would meet his eyes. “What he did... whatever he did... that’s not your fault.”

“But,”

“No,” he stopped me gently.

I sat up, pulling away from him and hugged my knees. “It’s so stupid,”

“It’s not stupid.” He replied softly, tucking my hair behind my ear.

“I’m... I’m just so scared,” I confessed to the soft blankets around us. “And it’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid,” I could hear the smile in his voice as his arm pulled me close to him. “Smartest girl there is. Knows Latin for crying out loud and here she is calling herself stupid,” Tucking me into his arms, I uncurled a bit.

“I am stupid. I was stupid I... I don’t want to screw up like that again,” Tears picked my eyes. “I don’t want to go through that again.”

“Hey,” he called softly, causing my to look up at him. “Just because he screwed up doesn’t mean you have to for the rest of your life,” a smile drew on my face. “And not that I don’t value your affection but, it’s just a kiss sweetheart. It’s not heartbreak and tears. It’s not forever. It’s just tonight.”

I nodded and wiped away my tears, resting my head on his shoulder, finding comfort in his words. He rubbed my arm softly, holding me in the quiet of the night. Quietly he pressed his lips to the crown of my head and inhaled deeply.

“Thank you, Draco,” I whispered, silent tears falling. “I know it’s not fair to you,”

“I wouldn’t say that,” He refuted. “I know you need time. I’m here to wait,”

A smile played at my lips. “You... you don’t mind? I... I know it’s a lot.”

“Even if were nothing more than friends, it’s enough for me Y/n,” He smiled down at me. “If I get to watch you rise from the ashes and become a new healed person, that’s more than I could ever ask for,”

“You really are something else Draco, you know that?” I looked up at him, laying my head on his shoulder. A deep breath. “And if you’re willing to wait, I’d love to wait with you,” A deeper thought. “Just let me make it through a year... let me try a year without him...”

“But not alone,” Draco assured, tightening his grip on me. “Let’s get you home though,”

“Is it that awkward?” I dismayed.

“No,” He laughed, and I could feel it shake through him. “But it is nearly two in the morning and I do believe you have class in the morning?”

“Are you gonna be okay driving?” I asked with genuine concern.

“Give me a little credit Y/n,” He rolled his eyes, taking the both of us to our feet. “We’ll be fine,”

“Okay...” I was still skeptical.

“You’re quiet,” He noted as we drove through the sleeping city.

“Thinking,” I replied, tearing my gaze from the twinkling lights and to him. “I... I didn’t... I haven’t been leading you on have I? Because I never meant to,”

There must have been something in my tone or in the worry on my face that made him laugh.

“No,” He clarified. “Though it would be hard for anyone near you not to fall for you in some way,”

I offered a small smile. It faded as my depressing thoughts came back.

“I’m sorry, was that too much?” He consoled softly, his voice barely audible above the hum of the car.

“I... No, I don’t think so,” I decided. “I don’t know,” I sighed, wrapping my arms around myself. “You... you know... I... I’m okay...”

“You’re okay in the moment, but afterward, when you’re alone is when it starts to hurt again,” Somehow, he always had the words that I could never find. I hummed an acknowledgement. “Just...” Now it seemed that he was at a loss for words. “Don’t stop telling me what hurts, even if it’s something I do,”

Nodding, I gave a smile.

“Thanks, Draco,”

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oxnardsart · 3 years

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New Boxer Beat Chapter’s out! boxer-beats.com

Boxer Beats was almost at the finale, again. Foxie and Lesbuni sat together, despite the larger crowd and tight seating, Lesbuni always made sure there was room for Foxie and her guard. However, the bunny could tell Foxie wasn’t feeling her best. “I’m sorry about the other day... are you still upset?” Foxie watched the show, looking empty. “It’s not a big deal. There’s just a lot going on right now.” Lesbuni hugged her arms around her girlfriend, “Well I’m here to make it better!” After a few more fights, it was Foxie’s turn. “Are you... dressing up for this match too?” Lesbuni wondered, “I-It’s fine, whatever you want to do...” Foxie smiled, she was glad to see Lesbuni knew not to control her, and to try accepting her instead! Like anyone else, Foxie just wanted to be herself. Or, in this case, someone else. ...But it still counts as being herself! Right? Foxie got dressed into her Anomaly outfit, and already she felt so much happier! The hamster announcered, “Laaaaaadies and women, girls too - welcome to one of the last fights of the nights!” The gals in the audience cheered in excitement. “And all you guys out there...” The men in the audience looked up, Oxnard smiled and casually said or asked, “Sup?” The guys mumbled in response, also casually. “And to all my not-guy and not-girl pals in the audience...” “Are you just going to group us all in one category?” A chameleon under the booth yelled out in response. “Nope!” Oxnard huffed, “I’m going to read out each type I have listed here and give everyone a semi-interesting starter. And then when I’m done, I’ll listen to whoever tells me that I forgot to include someone.” “Anomaly, you can start the fight while I read all these.” Oxnard waved his wrist at him to start.

“Good luck, Anomaly.” Don Badge waved from the audience, his big red nose pointing in the air, and a great big smile shining underneath. “You’re Don’s favorite.” “Awww...” Anomaly sighed, he loved having fans! “Why don’t you come see me after the show sometime, little buddy?” Anomaly winked in Don’s direction. “Um. Hey!” From the other side of the audience, Lesbuni growled. “What? I know you don’t wanna see me after the show... but I’ll show you inside of me after~” The audience got a good laugh out of that, it sounded dirty! But that was Anomaly saying he’d be back to Foxie after... right? “Don wants. To see you. Always,” the badger rang back. “You stop that!” Lesbuni yelled, “I’ll come over there and beat you so bad, I’ll wind up in jail too!” “Hey guys, come on, there’s enough split personality here for everybody’s body.” Anomaly awkwardly grinned, “I’m supposed to be the one fighting up here, not the audience!” “Oxnard’s taking too long!” A chameleon in the audience spoke up again. “The audience isn’t being patient!” Oxnard yelled back. “Don’s hitting on my girlfriend!” Lesbuni cried and started climbing over seats. “Don has. The fox hots.” It was chaos. Everyone was fighting, and Anomaly was still without a fight of their own on stage! But finally, the lights dimmed and focused on the entrance, where a chubby, round figure stood unwillingly. “WELP. THEY FOUND ME. GUESS I GOTTA FIGHT.” It was Anger Mouse! It looked like the mouse didn’t want to fight, the Do-Gooder following him kept patting his back, nudging him up on stage, “You can quit the fight if you don’t want to do it.” “WHO SAID I DON’T WANNA FIGHT?” Anger Mouse yelled up in response. “Then why were you hidin-” “I WASN’T HIDING. LET’S FIGHT, ANATOMY.” The fat purple rat hopped into the boxing ring. Anatomy, er, Anomaly, raised an eyebrow. Did this mouse really want to fight? “ALRIGHT. IT’S BOXING TIME.” Anger Mouse announced, “WE’RE DOING DODGEBALL.” Suddenly, a bunch of bouncing rubber balls fell from the ceiling, most bounced out of the ring right after landing in there. “GAH! GOSH DARN IT. Stupid balls.” Anger Mouse complained. “YUP, WELL, y’know the rules, don’t ya?” He whispered to Anomaly, looking sincere, “You just gotta hit me with balls to win the match. COUGH COUGH. AHEM. SO LET’S FIGHT, WITH OUR BALLS.” The audience all stopped fighting, they wanted to watch this! Anomaly picked up a dodgeball, “Um, is the referee going to come out and tell us to start? Or... do we just start?” Oxnard announced over the speakers, “Aro’s in the bathroom. Just fight!” Somewhere out there, Aro the referee was quite embarrassed, hearing the speakers from the announcer echo into the restroom. No one needed to know that! Anomaly shrugged, eyeing Anger Mouse to make sure he was ready, and threw! ...But he missed. Anger Mouse waited for Anomaly to find another ball and throw it, but he missed again. “HEY, COME ON, AIM A LITTLE.” The fat rat picked up a ball! And then he, he... rolled it to Anomaly? “TRY AGAIN.” The fox threw again, but it went right over Anger’s head. “WHAT’S THE DEAL? YOU CAN’T THROW?” “You’re too short!” “WHAT!?” Anomaly picked up a ball outside the ring, and came back in only to... roll it over to Anger Mouse. “If you’re so good at throwing, prove it.” Anger Mouse confidently picked up the ball, leaned back to throw, aaaand... dropped it. “HA! YOU CAN’T trick me THAT easily...” his voice started to crack and squeak. At this rate, no one was going to get the other out. “Come on F- uh, I mean, Anomaly!” Lesbuni cheered, “You went to pie school, or whatever. You should know how to throw balls!” “Throwing pies and throwing balls are very different, they’re totally different shapes!” Anomaly panicked, things weren’t looking good. “It’s complicated, you wouldn’t understand!” “TRY USING BOTH HANDS,” Anger Mouse screamed. Anomaly couldn’t handle so many people yelling at him. This wasn’t as fun as his first performance. “Wait... a performance!” Anomaly grinned, anything was more fun as a show. The fox dashed around the ring, collecting balls all for himself. “Watch this, Angry Pants!” Anomaly started juggling three big dodgeballs in his hands, the audience was mildly curious. But then the fox started walking forward, right onto a dodgeball! But Anomaly didn’t slip - he stood on top of that ball as he juggled the others in his paws. He then raised a leg, balancing on one foot! “Hey Anger, keep an eye on these balls for me.” “YOU’RE MISSING A PAIR,” he grumbled as he peeked under the fox’s tutu. “Hey, it’s a costume! Don’t judge me there.” Anomaly giggled, and suddenly lost their balance. “Oh fudge!” “GAH!” As Anomaly landed on his back, the dodgeball under his foot shot forward, right at Anger Mouse! It punted the little guy right off stage - flipping over the ropes and landing on the ground outside the ring. “Anger Mouse is outta the house!” Oxnard exclaimed, “Anomaly, watch out!” The fox on his back looked up, the three balls they were juggling were falling right towards him! “Those balls are coming down on him hard!” “I wish I was in his boots right now.” “Happens to me all the time! What’s the big deal?” With the audience’s eyes all on those balls, Anomaly timed his kicks to knock the first two away. The third was on its way, but the fox reached up and caught it in both his paws. He was safe! “Whew! He did it folks,” Oxnard yelped over the speakers. “That was almost a draw, but Anomaly is goin’ to the finals! That performance was quite a kick in the balls, fella. Watch it next time.” The audience cheered, and Anomaly hopped around happily. He did it! “You’re amazing, Anomaly.” Don cheered from one side. “You’re gonna win it all, Foxie!” Lesbuni squeaked from the other. Anomaly was happy, but hearing Foxie’s name brought him back to reality. It was back to being Foxie with the show over. She wished these moments lasted longer. Foxie was left wondering one more thing about the fight... “HEY!” As Foxie went back to her guard in the hallway, Anger Mouse chased behind her, “WAIT.” The short mouse took her hand as they went through the exit. “Um, what’s up?” Foxie asked the little guy. “YOU’RE GOING TO THE FINALE.” Well, that was obvious. “Yeah... I mean, I won the fight... so, that makes sense.” Foxie nodded. “I DIDN’T try to win.” Anger Mouse grumbled, looking down at the floor. “You didn’t? Haha, I didn’t even realize it... you gave me a lot of chances to hit you, huh?” Foxie thought. “And you almost didn’t show up at all!” “I WAS HIDING. I WAS GONNA GIVE YOU THE MATCH.” Anger Mouse sighed, “I didn’t want everyone to watch me lose. But...” Anger Mouse rubbed his face, was he sad? What was going on? Foxie pat his head gently, she almost forgot, this loud little guy was just a little kid. “What’s wrong?” Foxie leaned down to ask. “DON IS MY FRIEND. I GUESS. SO... Y-YOU GUYS... GET TO BE IN THE FINALS TOGETHER.” Anger Mouse sniffed, “HE WANTED TO SPEND THIS WHOLE COMPETITION WITH YOU. THAT’S THE REASON WHY HE JOINED. THAT, and I asked him. I thought we would be on a team...” Anger Mouse lost on purpose, so that Don and Foxie could be together in the finale? “Oh, Anger... you didn’t have to do that.” Foxie smiled sympathetically. “HE’S GONNA FORGET ALL ABOUT ME.” Anger Mouse shrieked with a high-pitched scream, “HE WANTS TO BE FRIENDS WITH YOU INSTEAD. DON’S THE ONLY ONE THAT CARES ABOUT ME. I’LL BE FORGOTTEN BY EVERYBODY.” “Anger, no... that wouldn’t happen.” Foxie rubbed his back, looking at either of their guards to step in... but no such luck. She felt like she was playing mommy. “If Don and I become friends, we can all be friends together!” “Y-YOU’LL join us?” Anger asked, sounding hopeful. Were Anger and Don in a club? Well, whatever made him happy again. Er, wait, was Anger Mouse ever happy? “Sure, I’ll join you guys. We’re all boxing prisoners here.” Anger Mouse squeaked and grinned wide, clapping his gloves together. “Heeee!” You know, when he wasn’t being an angry brat, this rat was kind of cute. “THANKS LADY.” Anger Mouse went towards to his guard and reached for his hand, “GOOD LUCK WITH DON. KICK HIS BUTT!” The chubby mouse chuckled and walked off into the hallway. Was Foxie supposed to beat Don? Or... if he was a fan, maybe it was his dream to be on stage with Foxie in the finale? Foxie felt happier as she left for the night, “For a pair of bad guys, Don and Anger Mouse sure are sweet.”

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dialovers-translations · 2 years

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Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE ー Kou Maniac [04]

ー The scene starts at Church

Kou: Nnー...

Yui: Kou-kun, what’s wrong?

Kou: I feel a little under the weather. ...My muscles are sore and I have no energy either...

Yui: Eh!? Look this way for a sec, I’ll take your temperature.

...Just as I thought, your forehead is burning.

Kou: Darn, no wonder...

Yui: Anyway, just lie down for a bit, okay?

Kou: Nn...

*Rustle*

Yui: Is that a little better?

Kou: Yeah...A bit.

Yui: Let’s start by cooling your head off...Also, is there anything you want me to get for you?

Kou: Nnー ...Not really. It’s not like human’s cold medicine would work on me.

Yui: ( Right...That’s troubling. )

Kou: Just be by my side.

Yui: No way...Is there really nothing? Like leaves which can cure a Vampire’s fever, or some kind of spell?

Kou: Pfft. What are you saying?

Yui: T-This is no laughing matter! You have to quickly get better.

Kou: Then just do whatever you think will help me recover.

Yui: Me...?

Kou: I think that will be the most effective.

Yui: ( Easier said than done...Ah! Right. )

Kou-kun, just wait a bit, okay?

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: Kou-kun...? Did you fall asleep?

Kou: Nn...I’m awake. What’s wrong?

Yui: I made you something to eat. I figured a warm meal might give you some energy.

Kou: Is this...rice porridge? (1)

Yui: Yes, exactly. Do you think you can eat?

Kou: I’ll eat anything you made. ...I actually seem like a sick person right now though.

Yui: Not ‘seem like’. Right now you are ill.

Kou: Guess so. But this might not be bad every once in a while. Just look how hard you’re trying for my sake.

Yui: God, don’t joke around.

( However, I’m glad he’s still able to joke around. ...I’m sure he’ll be fine as long as he rests for a bit. )

*Cling*

Yui: Here. Careful, it’s hot.

Kou: Ehー You’re not going to feed me?

Yui: U-Um...In that case.

Kou: Say ‘aaahn’ and feed me?

Yui: ( Wah...He’s giving me the puppy eyes look (2) ...I can’t avert my gaze. )

Kou: Come on, you don’t mind, do you? Please.

*Cling*

Yui: O-One sec. Phewー Phewー ...

Kou: Hurry upー My jaw’s tiredー

Yui: R-Ready...Here you go.

Kou: Nn...Nn...

Yui: How is it...?

Kou: ...Nn, delicious.

Yui: I’m glad!

Kou: ...To be honest, I didn’t have much appetite, but after just one bite, I’m starving...

Yui: H-Hold up, okay? Phewー Phewー ...

Kou: These slow, baby bites aren’t cutting it at all.

Yui: But the porridge is hot so you’ll burn yourself if I don’t cool it down first.

Kou: Ehー But I’m hungryー!

Yui: ( Fufu. Kou-kun’s like a little child... )

Kou: Why are you laughing?

Yui: Eh? Oh no. It’s nothing.

Kou: You compared me to a child inside your head just now, didn’t you?

Selection

→ A little. (S)

Yui: It crossed my mind...

Kou: I knew it. Hmm.

Yui: ( I-I guess I shouldn’t have... )

Kou: Then perhaps I should switch it up next time and ask you in a thoroughly ‘adult’ way...?

→ I didn’t. (M)

Yui: I-I didn’t.

Kou: No point in trying to lie to me. I can read you like a book.

Yui: Um...

Kou: How cruel. I’m hurt.

Yui: I-I’m sorry. I just thought you’d rather not hear me say it out loud.

Kou: It’s fine though? All I have to do is punish this naughty little liar after all.

Yui: Eh...?

ー He pins her down

*Thud*

Yui: Kyah! K-Kou-kun!

Kou: Why are you so flustered? I’m sure you could have figured this would happen from the moment you brought up the topic of ‘food’, no?

Yui: I-I was just trying to serve you a delicious meal, that’s all...

Kou: Oh come on...You know very well what I like to eat the most.

Yui: ( Uu...Now that he mentions it, that makes a lot of sense, but that honestly didn’t even cross my mind. )

Kou: That being said, time to dig in~ ...Hah, nn...

ー He bites Yui

Yui: Ah...!

Kou: Nn, nnh...Haah. The porridge was good too, but this is a delight for my taste buds as well...

Yui: H-Hold up...!

Kou: Nope~ I’m so hungry, I can’t wait another second...Nn...

Yui: ...!

( Gosh...In the end, this always happens...!! )

( ...However, I hope this helps him make a swift recovery. )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) おかゆ or ‘okayu’ is a typical Japanese rice porridge made when people are sick. It’s very mild in flavor and easy to digest.

(2) Literally she says that he’s giving her a strong gaze with upturned eyes but that sounded a little long-winded in English, so I went with ‘puppy eyes’ instead.

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drxwsyni · 4 years

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if you have requests open, could you please do a blurb/scenario where overhaul is too needy and clingy for touch ? it would be nice to see him be normal once. like the s/o is doing something like reading, and then suddenly he starts smoothering her in kisses, wanting to cuddle and etc. ?

how dare you come into my inbox and request something so gosh diddly darn soft anon, this is a yandere blog for crying out loud. also i’ve never really written fluff before, so i hope this lives up to your expectations given where i took this. i really spent a while trying to make this so i’m sorry if it wasn’t what you imagined. anyhoot―thanks for requesting my fav villain!

warnings: implied kidnapping and stockholm syndrome

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Yandere Chisaki Kai/Overhaul x f!Reader

(2.9k words) Title: affection

Time seemed to pass quickly in an unchanging environment. Having lost yourself long ago to the stagnant surroundings and uncompromising directives, existing was now a calm, passive experience.

Gradually, your mindset began to shift. Likely for the better, you acknowledged and accepted the proclamations of Chisaki Kai.

It was peculiar―there was a certain attachment he had to you, and it was quite evident. He cared for you, but it was on a detached level. Few times existed in your memory in which he had displayed innate affection, something with physical warmth to it. Mostly, his devotion was shown in the act of providing for you―maintaining your good health, a comfortable place to rest, relaxing pastimes―anything to make your life with him more pleasant.

When it came to more personal exchanges, Chisaki was lacking deeply. On the rare occasion he’d indulge you in closeness, but something seemed to be holding him back. Contact was limited―a hand on the small of your back, moving a strand of wayward hair from your face. If he was feeling particularly bold, he might gently cup your cheek as he admired the details in your irises for a fleeting moment.

It never moved beyond these happenings though, whether you wished they would or not.

You took them as they came, but slowly the lack of contact was having its own effects on your health. It was more of a mental than physical affliction―the loss of touch meant the loss of an irreplaceable comfort.

Unfortunately, Chisaki had his boundaries, something you were well aware of. It was the driving force preventing you from bringing up the concern. Instead, you continued to subsist day in and day out. By now the need to resist had faded completely, and you were left to the subjection of his will.

Today, that will had you occupied in his office. The yakuza leader seemed to take solace in your company, although distant, thus having you frequently stationed in his proximity. Novel in hand, leaning against the armrest behind you, your mind drifted from the contents of the pages as you relaxed against the soft leather. Always in his line of site, the couch you were laying on was positioned against the wall to Kai’s right as he worked diligently at his desk.

If there was one trait of his that prevailed over all others, it was his attention to detail in your condition. He picked up on everything before you comprehended the reality yourself. It was because of this you eventually began to willingly let him make all the decisions, knowing you’d never be on the same level of proficiency.

His office was normally a quiet environment―you deduced it was something he maintained when you were around. It was easier to immerse yourself in a good book like this, devoid of distractions. Yet, every so often your thoughts departed from the story, taking up residence in the details of your surroundings.

The warm yet sufficiently illuminating lighting, crisp and sterile scented air, ambient noises of a quietly ticking clock or the typing of a keyboard. It all served to subdue your nerves, letting your mind ease into placidity. Your eyes drifted to the wall on your left, lost in the grooved details of the high-grade wooden panelling.

“Angel.”

Your head turned to the source of the sound, pulling you out of your thoughts. Chisaki had moved to seat himself on the edge of the couch next to you, a look of worry in his eyes coupled with slightly furrowed eyebrows. You offered a hum in response.

“How did you sleep last night? You tend to get...distracted, when you’re tired.” He must’ve noticed the wandering look in your eyes―eyes that should've been focused on your novel. As always, he knows you better than you know yourself.

“Well enough, I guess.” You gave a warm smile in hopes of easing his concerns.

He continued with an inquisitive look. “How many hours?”

You knew the question to be an order to tell the truth, despite it sounding harmless enough. “Maybe five. I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn’t fall back asleep.”

Chisaki let out a sigh, likely disappointed at the response.

Yet, it would seem today he was feeling generous with affection.

His gloved right hand drifted to your face, settling on cupping the side of it while his thumb lightly caressed your cheekbone. “You know to wake me up if you're having trouble sleeping.”

“I didn’t want to bother you Kai. I’m really not that tired, so you don’t need to worry.” Upsetting him was the last thing you wanted to do, knowing how it affected his ability to work sometimes.

“We’ve been over this before, angel. It doesn’t matter what I’m doing. If something is wrong you’re to tell me immediately.”

But you couldn’t tell him what was wrong. The truth was something even he wouldn’t be able to fix as far as you were concerned.

You could have woken him up last night, and you probably would’ve been met with sleeping pills to ease your affliction. It would’ve done the trick, but in reality it wouldn’t have been what you truly needed. Even after all this time, admitting it to yourself was difficult. But you couldn’t deny the comfort you felt in his touch. The two of you even slept in the same bed―it wouldn’t take much for him to fix the issue if he wasn’t so insistent on ‘giving you your space.’

For now, you resolved to lean into his hand, silently conveying your feelings. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think I’d be up for so long.”

He must’ve picked up on the movement, seeing as his eyes widened ever so slightly. Much to your surprise, he didn’t withdraw his hand.

Once again he regarded you with mild distress. “Your health will deteriorate if you remain exhausted. Tell me next time, I’ll give you something to help with the restlessness.”

That’s not what you wanted. “I don’t like taking the pills though. They make me feel...weird.”

He gave a small laugh, “How else am I supposed to put you to sleep?”

You bit down on your lower lip nervously, looking away from his gaze. He’d likely never understand, and it was a reality you would have to get used to―just as you had with all the other difficulties he presented you.

“Hey, look at me.” Your eyes immediately followed his command, seeing him now glaring down at you. “You’re acting strange, what are you thinking about?”

What were you supposed to tell him?

You’d have to lie your way out of this one and pray he didn’t pick up on it. You opened your mouth to speak, but a knock at the heavy wooden door effectively cut you off.

“Just a minute.” Chisaki called out to whoever provided the interruption before regarding you again. His hand slipped to the top of your exposed knee, given that you were wearing a dress that came just above it. “Whatever’s wrong―you're telling me later, understand?”

You gave a small nod in response, which he deemed satisfactory enough.

Giving your knee a small squeeze, he stood from the couch, moving to retake his place in the chair behind his desk. He invited the individual waiting on the other side of the door in, and you returned to the company of your book.

Yet, as hard as you tried to focus on its contents, you couldn’t help but fret over the prospect of having to tell him exactly how you were feeling.

_____

The following couple of hours were spent in the continued presence of Kai as he dealt with a few of his subordinates in the office. Since the interaction you picked up on his brief glances in your direction, doing what you assumed was making sure you weren’t falling asleep.

Eventually, dinner had rolled around. The two of you ate in almost complete silence, save for a few comments made here and there regarding your opinions on the new novel you were reading, and him on having to deal with some incompetent underlings.

It would seem for the moment he had disregarded his promise to interrogate you on the topic of your change in behaviour. Maybe for once he wouldn’t be so painfully thorough, and instead let this one incident slide.

That’s what you hoped for, not being able to come to terms with the reality of having to tell him the truth. But you knew better―he was never one to go back on his word, not even with you.

Chisaki returned to the office for a few hours after dinner, letting Kurono accompany you on a walk through the compound's courtyard.

The place was by far your most favoured area in the base. It was the only thing that really changed in your life―the seasons, weather, anything nature had to offer―the only constant that was inconstant. You always took as much time as possible to relish in the environment, and were never truly satisfied by the time you were escorted away, back to the shared bedroom.

Kai was already in the room when you returned, some unidentifiable files in hand as he sat on the edge of the bed, hunched over the papers.

It was fairly late, nearing when he had designated an appropriate bedtime for yourself.

He lifted his head as you entered the room, watching as you shut the door behind you.

“I drew you a bath. We’re having that talk once you’re ready for bed.”

Following his unspoken commands, you headed into the bathroom, not before picking out a pair of pyjamas for the night.

Naturally, you spent as long as possible soaking in the gradually cooling off water. Having scrubbed your body down long ago, it was now a matter of biding your time until you could work up the courage to return to him.

Unfortunately that courage never came, rather it was more of an inescapable dread that you had no choice but to deal with. If you waited any longer it would only make things worse for the both of you.

Coming to terms with the situation, you finished up with your bath and finished getting ready for bed.

Upon exiting the bathroom you saw Kai was already in bed, sitting up against the headboard on his phone. By the end of the day he never truly finished his work as far as you could tell, leaving times like this to be spent tending to emails or occasionally answering a phone call. He never bothered to hide his occupation from you. It wasn’t always a bad thing, but some of the discussions he had were, for lack of better words, alarming. Sometimes, ignorance really is bliss.

The only light left on in the room was that of the lamp on his bedside table. His eyes never strayed from his phone as you made your way over to your side of the bed. You settled for lying on your side, facing away from him under the blankets.

It was around 9:00 pm at this point. Normally Chisaki stayed up for a couple of hours, either in bed on his phone or at the small desk just to the side of the room. He insisted that you go to bed at the same time every night, and remained in the room to make sure you actually fell asleep.

Like usual, the two of you never talked in these moments. That continued to be your reality for a few minutes, but his promise was more than enough to keep the exhaustion away for the time being.

You heard a deep sigh from his side of the bed, followed by the gentle thud of a phone being laid on the nightstand. There was a slight shift in the bed before movement ceased once again.

“So, what’s on your mind?”

You really didn’t want to open up to him about this. “Nothing really, I guess.”

For the most part you’d been good at hiding it, but last night was just one amongst many that had you awake for long hours. Keeping the issue from him wasn’t the easiest, but it was better than the alternative―than this.

“Angel, I’m going to need you to cooperate here. I can tell your behaviour has changed.”

Maybe you weren’t as good at hiding it as you thought.

“Just a little tired is all, I’m fine.”

You’re definitely not fine.

“How long have you felt like this.”

Longer than you could feasibly remember, but you digress.

“Maybe a month...or two.”

The pause suggested that, like you expected, your answers tonight would likely irritate him.

“I’ll pick up some medication to help you stay asleep then.”

Again with this, it’s like he has selective memory or something.

“I don’t li―”

“You don’t like the way it makes you feel, I know. But you’ll fall ill if you remain in this state.”

You never had the room to be demanding with Kai. Realistically, you never needed to. Somehow he always managed to take care of everything―even things you didn’t realize were a problem. Not when it came to this however. Nowadays, he just barely missed the mark, and it was enough to cause issues of its own.

“It’s just...not everything can be solved with pills.”

God, what were you saying? It would be so much easier to just accept his answer and move on.

That’s what you thought, but something was causing you to reply against your will, for better or for worse.

“You’re going to have to be a little more specific, my love.” You felt the bed shift once again, the only light going out with a click.

You’ve already dug yourself deep enough into this mess, where’s the harm in going a little further?

“I guess I’m just...lonely?”

There was a moment of silence that felt like it lasted an eternity. You’d never discussed this topic with him before―at least you think you hadn’t. A lot of your memories felt foggy due to the almost completely unchanging routine you’d been subjected to for who knows how long.

You heard another sigh from his side of the bed. It was already something you’d anticipated―him not being able to provide for you in this way despite being more than capable of doing so with all other concerns. All you could do now was wait for the inevitable, medically approached solution he had conjured.

“Well, if that’s the case…” Yet, in a swift motion you felt an arm wrap around your waist, pulling you back from your position on the edge of the bed, “...I suppose it’d be quite irresponsible of me to neglect this problem any longer.”

He slotted you securely against his chest, arm remaining firmly draped over your frame effectively keeping you from moving even an inch out of his grasp.

The sudden contact sent your mind reeling, while your body was seemingly unable to put up resistance―but at this point there wasn’t much need to resist anyways. In fact, you were more concerned with Chisaki, him stepping way outside of what you perceived to be his comfort zone.

“I―y-you don’t have to―”

“You should know that I’ve been holding back for your sake. Had I known you were so afflicted I would’ve indulged myself much sooner.”

Naturally, this only confused you further.

“I thought you didn’t like touching people?” Your voice was quiet―small even.

He almost laughed at the comment, but it came out as more of a breathy exhale. “That’s correct, angel.” Almost tantalizingly slow, he started leaving a trail of light kisses down your neck, pausing only to speak. “You however...I’ve been wanting to do this since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

You felt the grip around your waist tighten ever so slightly. Not in a threatening way―more so to bring you closer to him, if that was even possible.

“Why did you wait?” For as long as you’ve known him, Chisaki was a man to take whatever he wanted without question. So the prospect of your current situation was baffling.

You could almost feel the slight smile he had against your skin as he lightly hovered over it. “I wanted you to come to me first...and now that you have,” his lips ghosted the shell of your ear, “I don’t plan on keeping the same restraint any longer.”

A shiver ran up and down your spine, you inwardly cursing yourself for having sensitive ears.

He continued, “But I suppose for now I should let you sleep, seeing as I’ve been preventing you from doing so for quite some time.” You felt him plant a final, gentle kiss atop the crown of your head.

It had been so long since someone had held you―made you feel genuinely loved―that it had your heart beating a million times a minute. Chisaki must’ve picked up on it, being so close, as his hand drifted to rest atop yours, rubbing small, soothing circles into it with his thumb.

This is what you wanted, right? For him to take this extra step?

Vaguely, you could register a slight feeling of...apprehension?

But, surely there was no need to feel worried anymore. Not after he’d looked after you―cared for you―for so long.

You tried to connect the sensation to reasoning. And yet, no matter how hard your brain searched for answers, a correspondence never formed. Rather, the sentiment faded as quickly as it arised, and was replaced with the comfort of his closeness to you―his affection.

So, you let it gradually lull you into sleep, knowing it’d be there―he’d be there―when you woke up. And it would still be there whenever you needed it, just as everything else was provided for you without you even having to ask.

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The Prince and the Pauper (Who Drives an Uber) Ch. 4

(Prince Steve flees his wedding, and asks his Uber driver to take him bowling...and on a date. WIP) Part One | Two | Three | Four

“I could just…” Billy whispered against Steve’s jaw, “—unbutton your slacks...get your cock in my hand—” he laughed as Steve’s hips jerked up under him. “Jack you off,” he mumbled, and Steve laughed.

“Just remembered your dick tattoo,” he whispered.

“Oh no,” Billy whispered back, freezing in place.

“I didn’t get to see it,” Steve said, giggling, “—in the bathroom, it was kinda dark—” and Billy tried to glower down at the prince underneath him, but felt himself smiling instead.

His face was hot with embarrassment, but not...dread, he realized. “It’s dumb as hell,” he mumbled, laughing.

“I want to see,” Steve whispered against his mouth, and Billy laughed harder, groaning.

“You’re gonna lose like fifty points of IQ,” he warned, starting to rise to hands and knees, but Steve grabbed his ass and pulled until Billy settled, snickering, with his legs on either side of Steve’s chest, and his dick, bobbing and leaking, inches from his prince’s chin.

Steve blinked wide, mischievous eyes up at him, and Billy covered his eyes with one hand, prodding his cock to the side with the other, and then felt Steve burst out laughing.

“Does that,” he gasped, his hands warm on Billy’s thighs, “—does that say ‘darn’?”

Billy shook with laughter, his eyes tearing up, for once, with glee. “It was supposed to be Daryn,” he cackled, and Steve laughed harder.

“Your dick says darn,” he wheezed. “Darn! It-it’s Billy’s dick!”

“It’s worshipful,” Billy told him, leaning into the calloused thumbs stroking his thighs, and scooting down to rest his elbows on either side of Steve’s head, to put himself in kissing distance again.

“Gosh darn,” Steve whispered, giggling breathlessly. “Wow. Jeez. Darn it.”

“Yeah, there you go,” Billy snickered, wiping his eyes, and reaching down between them to undo Steve’s slacks. “Jesus, you’re hot.”

“You’re pretty darn pretty,” Steve wheezed, squeezing him so hard Billy oofed. “How much did you like Daryn?” he asked, running his knuckles up and down Billy’s ribs, even as Billy shifted around, finally freeing Steve’s dick from his slacks.

Billy bit his lips, glancing up at Steve’s face, then crawled backwards to tug Steve’s slacks down and off. “...s’it matter?” he asked.

“Just want to, um, y’know, know the team to beat,” Steve mumbled, frowning up, and Billy leaned to kiss the inside of his thigh, on the way to kiss his finally-freed cock.

“He wanted my name on his cock,” Billy shrugged, biting his lip. “I dunno, I was drunk as fuck, nobody ever wanted me tattooed on them before. We got in this huge fight like two days later.”

Steve sighed, and Billy swallowed, wondering, as always, how trashy he could get before it was a step too far. “I mean,” Steve sighed, pulling him closer, “I did figure there’d be other interested parties. I just have to— mmpf,” he squeaked, as Billy dropped on top of him, kissing his face.

“Are we fucking or not,” Billy whispered, sliding his fingers along Steve’s neck, and tugging on his tie. “Darn it.”

“Hi,” Steve breathed, beaming up at him. “We—we darn well are,” he returned, in a fervent voice that made Billy’s cheeks flush, until Steve mumbled, “Darn it,” again, shaking against him, and then dissolved into giggles again. Billy sighed, groaning against Steve’s chest, but Steve yanked him close and kissed anywhere he could reach, cackling and squeezing him tight.

“Take your time,” Billy muttered, letting himself laugh too.

“Didn’t think I could be this happy today,” Steve sighed at the ceiling, and Billy could hear the smile in his voice. “Thought I’d be doing some photo shoots,” he said softly, “—or on a plane home, maybe.”

Billy bit his lips at the ever-present reminder that Prince Steven Harrington wasn’t his.

“Thanks for staying,” Steve whispered into Billy’s hair, and Billy laughed sharply.

“Uh,” he cleared his throat. “Yeah, about that,” he said, lifting his head to frown down at Steve’s face, and sliding his hand down to feel over Steve’s cock. Steve jerked under him, wide-eyed. “What happens now,” Billy asked, sliding his thumb over the tip, and Steve groaned, letting his head loll back with a slow smile.

“Whatever you want,” Steve told him, licking his lips slowly, and Billy snorted a laugh.

“No, I mean,” he told his prince-for-now, scooting to the side to slide his hand under Steve’s thighs, “—what now. They gonna make you marry somebody else?”

“Oh,” Steve blinked, his smile dropping even as he squirmed against Billy’s hand under the swell of his ass.

“Better make good use of the time, huh,” Billy whispered, feeling the muscles of Steve’s thighs, and lifting one over his head to lean between, as Steve laughed, wide-eyed underneath him. “If I’m a one-night stand,” Billy said, then cocked his head.

Steve pulled him down so Billy’s weight was on Steve’s thighs, and Billy’s own free arm. Steve’s torso shook under him with laughter, and Billy corrected, “—one or two night stand,” frowning, while Steve laughed harder. “—I better make it worth your while—” he said, grinning, letting their cocks brush.

“Shut up, come here,” Steve said, wrapping his legs around Billy’s waist. “They’re not. M’not gonna just—marry anyone.” He grunted as Billy grabbed their cocks together. “Jesus,” he whispered. “Uh. Darn. You—you’re not just anything, Billy.”

“...just a poor boy,” Billy sang softly, but Steve yanked him into a kiss, wet and hot, and his dick rubbed against Billy’s with agonizing heat and friction. Billy moaned, losing his ability to words. He writhed against his prince, panting, and Steve held him tighter, whispering a language Billy didn’t know in his ear.

Billy finally got his hand between them, and around both their cocks, and Steve’s whole body arched, his legs tightening around Billy’s waist. “You can fuck me, go on,” he panted, and Billy came, right there over their stomachs. “...damn it,” he whispered, and realized Steve was laughing at him.

“Sorry, sorry,” he gulped, choking on his own giggles as Billy glared down at his face. “Darn. Maybe I’m good at this,” he suggested, then squawked as Billy growled, crawling backwards, and sank his mouth over the royal dick. “Oh shit, Billy. Billy, jesus—”

He rambled on, his hips doing tight little jerks as he gasped with Billy’s every breath, his fingers tight in Billy’s hair, and Billy knew he’d won when Steve subsided entirely into another language. It sounded like he was begging.

Even after Billy’d sucked all knowledge of English out Steve’s dick, he was a prince, and he managed to make it clear—patting Billy’s face—that he was about to come. Billy swallowed him down, feeling him shudder and strain, then licked him clean, and crawled up to lie alongside him. Steve rolled to throw a limp arm around him, and groan contentedly into his neck.

“M’not,” he mumbled.

“What?” Billy asked, leaning his head on his elbow. He wrapped his other arm around Steve’s head, and kissed his sweaty hair.

“M’not gettin’ married,” Steve told him, squeezing Billy around the waist, and rubbing his face against Billy’s chest with a sleepy hum.

Billy’s heart thumped, and he told it to shut up, because it wasn’t like that meant anything to Billy, really. It was hard not to relax into pointless affection, though, with the royalty in his bed rubbing a chiseled jaw over his pecs like an approving cat. “What are you doing,” Billy asked, finally, when he couldn’t hold back his snickering.

“You feel good,” Steve sighed, kicking his feet as he squirmed up higher in the bed, and slid his other arm under Billy’s neck to pull him closer. “They weren’t making me get married,” he sighed. “It was just this...old-fashioned...politics...thing. When Nancy agreed, she wasn’t, you know. In love with someone else.”

“I’m honored to be your boy toy,” Billy told him, and Steve snorted a laugh, choking. He pulled away and sat up, coughing around what sounded like both his lungs.

“Billy,” he finally said, wiping his eyes. “You gonna miss me?”

There was an unnecessarily obvious answer to that, Billy felt, and he shrugged. “What you want me to say to that?” he asked, letting his mouth quirk into a grin.

“‘Yes’,” Steve said quickly, laughing. “‘Yes, absolutely’.”

“...yeah, I’ll miss you,” Billy admitted softly.

“‘So darn much’, right,” Steve supplied, snickering, and Billy groaned. “Come on, admit it, you know it’s true—”

“I’ll miss you so darn much,” Billy said, trying to sound sarcastic, but it came out way too raw, and Steve stilled in his arms, watching his face. Billy opened his mouth to try and save the situation—before the actual royalty he’d just sucked off called the police on him for sounding like some kind of clingy obsessive stalker—but Steve leaned in and kissed him, slow, open-mouthed, and warm.

“Good,” he whispered, smiling against Billy’s lips. “S’ not fair if only I’m doing the missing.”

“Fuck you,” Billy whispered. “Like you would—” and then he didn’t say anything else, because Steve climbed on top of him, lying fully along his body so Billy could barely breathe with the sensations of hot, sticky skin. He held Billy’s head firmly and kissed him and kissed him, while Billy raised his hands, startled, forgot about them in midair, and then remembered them abruptly as Steve lifted his head away. Billy grabbed Steve’s head and pulled him back in, feeling him laugh.

Afterwards, they were stuck together and generally disgusting, and as much as Billy privately relished the idea of being glued to his prince forevermore, he poked Steve in the side. “Hey,” he whispered, and Steve squeezed him, sighing contentedly. “Come on,” Billy whispered.

“...where,” Steve asked, suspiciously, and Billy couldn’t help a snicker.

“Shower, come on,” he whispered against the royal ear.

“No, I live here,” Steve mumbled, and Billy laughed. “Stay,” Steve whispered, sliding his hand around Billy’s thigh.

Billy felt his skin warming—it was one thing, apparently, to suck a man’s cock, and another to have the same man cuddle him, dropping clumsy kisses all over his face. Steve tossed a leg over him, and Billy OOFed, laughing and squirming as their sweaty skin stuck together.

“...how long you want me to stay,” Billy asked, grinning, and Steve stopped placing soft, open-mouthed kisses all down his cheek and under his jaw.

“Mmmm,” Steve said, squeezing his fingers harder in Billy’s thigh, so Billy laughed, his dick twitching. “You can’t stay here forever, because you have to come with me,” he whispered, leaning in so their noses brushed. “So I can...keep you,” he breathed, and Billy laughed, startled, and lifted his head to press their lips together.

“Mmnh,” he said, then sighed, squeezing his prince closer. “Let me scrub you down in that glass shower you paid for.”

Steve snickered, but sighed, slumping over him. “Why would you want to move?”

“...y’know those fake tattoos you got out of the machine at the theater,” Billy whispered, and Steve snorted a laugh, kissing along Billy’s hand and wrist like he was seducing a princess.

“...the ones for your sister,” Steve whispered over Billy’s damp skin, and Billy shivered.

“She doesn’t want that shit. Look,” Billy whispered, overconfident in his prince’s arms, “—I’ll put ‘em all over you. Lemme up.”

Steve burst out laughing, his whole body shaking as he scooted up, kicking his legs, and hugged Billy’s whole head. “Okay, if you’re into that,” he whispered.

“I’m not into that, you fucking weirdo,” Billy hissed, his face probably steaming.

“I never would have suspected,” Prince Steve whispered in his ear, and Billy growled.

He did finally let Billy get up, though, and then he let Billy scrub him all over in the shower, squeezing suds over the planes of the royal back. “I feel like the point of a glass shower is to look in,” he mumbled against the glass, as Billy ran his fingers over smooth, slippery skin.

“I can see just fine,” Billy told him, relaxing under the hot water, and trying to keep his prince from just curling up on the floor and drowning with his face against the drain. Steve turned and slid his arms around Billy’s neck, and they swayed under the water as he hummed.

It was hard not to picture him as a Disney Princess, singing softly and sleepily against Billy’s shoulder, and Billy wished, half-awake himself, that the princesses had flings for him to aspire to, because he was pretty sure he wasn’t Prince Charming, and thus had only the villainous trajectory in Frozen in his future. “Come on, rinse,” he cajoled, but Steve insisted on staying in to wash Billy’s hair, his hands wandering everywhere, even finding the ticklish spots just above Billy’s ass, and around his sides.

“Fuck,” Billy giggled, curling against him, “—stop, you—shit— fuck—”

“I’m trying not to tickle you,” Steve laughed, squeezing him closer. “You keep squirming! I won’t, ssh, hold still—” he promised, finally grabbing Billy’s hand and linking their pinkies. “I won’t. I won’t tickle you.”

“...you better keep your promises,” Billy told him, letting his voice get a little harsh, because the prince of a European country had promised he’d miss him, and if Billy never heard another word after letting his imagination run wild it’d be...his own stupid fault, of course, but also shitty.

“...I won’t tickle you unless it’s justified,” Steve corrected, and Billy staggered back, his eyebrows raised, but he couldn’t help laughing.

“Oh ho, the truth emerges,” he said, reaching over to turn the water off.

“I’ll run it by your sister, maybe,” Steve said, consideringly, and wiped his face, miming holding up a phone. “Max, your brother thinks he doesn’t deserve nice things,” he said. “Oh—oh, really? What else should I—I have free rein, you say?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Billy told him, sliding an arm around his idiot prince to haul him out of the shower. Steve staggered against him, but Billy didn’t let him fall.

Steve sat on the toilet, lid closed, laughing his ass off while Billy ordered him around, covering him in tattoos. Billy decided the prince of a country definitely needed a unicorn on his ass, and a love anchor on his right pectoral. The weird flaming cat that looked like it might have construction equipment for a body—a backhoe, Steve opined, laughing—went above his belly button, though Billy was careful not to get any hair under it, dabbing carefully with wet paper towels at the paper as Steve tried hard not to laugh.

Billy watched the water trail over his abs and down into his pubes, wanting to follow it with his tongue, but Steve looked tired, despite his smiling. “Why would you think Max would want this shit, they’re so ugly,” Billy asked, grimacing at an eagle trying to eat a flag.

“Sorry,” Steve said, wide-eyed, “—nothing can be quite as lovely as your darn dick, can it—”

“Sure can’t,” Billy said, stoutly, and Steve started snickering again, watching Billy’s hands. “This might say ‘Fook nos EVIL,’” Billy said, holding up what looked like a crystal ball, on fire, surrounded by a snake. “Then again, it might not?”

“Ahhh, I love vending machines,” Steve cackled, wiping his eyes, and held very still while Billy held the tattoo to the back of his hand.

“...I know I can’t put it there,” Billy told him, after waiting for him to yank his hand away.

“You can do whatever you want,” Steve told him, grinning down. “Put it on my face. I fled a wedding, they might as well get good pictures of my ruin.”

“Covered in fake tattoos the next day,” Billy shook his head, sighing. “Maybe clutch at a bottle of root beer. Then they’ll know you’ve got nothing left to lose. A broken man.”

“Oh my god,” Steve wheezed, then leaned to kiss him, and Billy made a weird HRNK noise in surprise, before leaning into Steve’s warm hands cradling his face.

Steve leaned around amiably as Billy pressed fake tattoos all over him—he’d bought several sheets, which was just too many, as far as Billy was concerned, and he needed to understand the error of his ways. It meant long moments of Billy kneeling next to him, waiting for the water to soak the plastic off the paper, stroking a washcloth over and over down Steve’s thigh, or up on one knee, leaning in to press Mary Magdalene along Steve’s ribs.

He kept taking the opportunity to kiss Billy, who leaned into it every time—like Pavlov’s dog, he thought, realizing his brain was just switching off every time Steve touched his face at this point. Steve’s grin was wide and silly. He sat on the counter so Billy could put terrible, blurry skulls on both the tops of his feet, and then leaned over it so Billy could press the unicorn to his ass—which tickled, apparently. Billy got some of his own back, slowly stroking the wet cloth over Steve’s squeezable ass while Steve laughed helplessly, smacking the counter and mumbling what were probably swears in Greek.

“I look ridiculous,” Steve told him, his eyes surveying the Chinese dragon on his neck, the flaming, ribboned hearts on his bicep, and the flaming cherries just under his collarbone. He looked proud. “Why is everything on fire?”

“You’re hot,” Billy shrugged, snickering as he found a seductively cartoony-eyed dolphin with what looked like gold edges, and placed it squarely between Steve’s shoulder blades. He bent to wet the washcloth again, and wiped the water over it while water dripped down Steve’s back, and their eyes met in the mirror.

“Is that dolphin on fire,” Steve asked, in the tone of someone about to ask to see the manager.

“So’s this spider, and this dagger thing. In a skull,” Billy said with satisfaction, beginning a trail of flowers, hearts, and butterflies up Steve’s spine.

“But a dolphin,” Steve said, trying to turn and see, and Billy kissed it, and they got thoroughly distracted. Billy even let Steve put some on him, watching his prince kneel down, his tongue out in concentration.

“Don’t forget tattoo care,” Billy told him, smiling down at his prince’s bent head. “If you can’t reach them all, you’ll need somebody to rub them with lotion.”

“Oh,” Steve nodded, his mouth quirking as he placed a truly stupid-looking row of skulls across Billy’s chest. “That sounds important. You know anybody up for the job?”

“...I can’t even think of any jokes to make with how dumb you look right now,” Billy told him, honestly, and Steve snorted a laugh, raising his eyebrows at Billy’s skull-covered chest. One of the skulls, for some reason, was also the Italian flag.

“Maybe we should turn the lights off,” Steve suggested, narrowing his eyes, but his mouth was twitching with amusement.

“No, I’m taking a hundred photos. I’m going to send it in as a scoop and pay for my college classes,” Billy told him, and Steve blinked.

“Oh,” he said, cocking his head, and then he shrugged. “Okay.”

“What?! I would not actually do that,” Billy laughed, but Steve grabbed him and drug him out, and flopped over the bed, sprawled. He pursed his lips, waggling his eyebrows. “I’m not selling it, but I do want photos,” Billy told him, staring. “I think I’m hallucinating. You look like a confusing stock photo.”

“I’m just that hot,” Steve said, rolling onto his stomach, and grabbing an armload of blankets to groan contentedly into.

Billy did snap a couple of shots, watching Steve, but he stayed relaxed, and Billy gave in and took more. “...this is gonna be a whole new spank bank folder,” he said, grimacing, and Steve shrugged. The dolphin burning to death on his shoulder blade flexed.

“See how you react next time you see bad fake tattoos,” he mumbled sleepily, and Billy paused, cringing, imagining himself staring heart-eyed at blurry snake-and-flaming-skull art on a vending machine.

“Horrifying thought,” he muttered, getting a picture of the way Steve’s hair fell over his folded arms, and the way his eyelashes laid across his cheeks.

They fucked again, sleepily, when Billy woke up to pee at 4am, and crawled back in to a sleepily mumbling Steve who’d forgotten his English again. Billy tried to lie still, listening with a grin, but Steve rolled over—nearly breaking Billy’s nose with his elbow—and threw an arm around Billy’s waist, yanking him closer. His stubble scraped a little at Billy’s jaw and neck, but Billy liked it—the sandpaperiness was grounding, in the strange pink light of dawn.

Steve muttered in whatever language he was speaking—Billy told himself he’d look up where was prince of the next morning, and set up Duolingo—and Billy grunted, startled, as Steve’s mouth fastened where his shoulder met his neck. Steve’s hand slid warm down Billy’s side, and he shivered, taking a shuddery breath and parting his legs as Steve’s nails scraped gently through the hair around his dick. Billy’s hips jerked, and Steve laughed, his breath hot against the wet skin of Billy’s collarbones.

Steve slid his hand around Billy’s cock, and stroked him slowly, and Billy made an effort to remember manners, and fumbled to reciprocate. It was slow, and warm under the blankets—the air conditioning had had Billy shivering in the bathroom—and he let his eyes slide closed, leaning into his prince’s arms. With the hand not busy on his dick, Steve hugged him close.

When Billy woke again—disoriented, since the hotel bed was in the middle of the room like it was for vampires— Steve was sprawled on top of the blankets and Billy, one foot kicked up in the air, snoring softly into an armful of comforter. He had pillow marks on his cheek.

Billy watched him sleep—the curve of his back, the awful tattoos and moles along his side, the swell of his unicorn-adorned ass—and sighed. The foot Steve had in the air twitched, and the muscles of his thigh and butt flexed. Billy imagined him in their tiny apartment, waking up during hours meant only for professional bakers if he wanted to shower with any hot water. He tried to envision a prince eating Hot Pockets with Billy and Max, and eating on the floor rather than sit on the rock-hard futon they’d found next to the dumpster. Sitting around cross legged, inventing increasingly ridiculous explanations for the reddish/brownish stain in the carpeted doorway to the hall, and laughing over Max’s vivid descriptions of the triple homicide she was sure had also broken the edge off the bathroom mirror. He imagined Steve next to them, studying the tap in the sink and analyzing the residue and smell, wondering whether it was safe to drink.

Just to feel the internal ache deepen, he let himself picture a different apartment, one where Steve could have his own...office, with a desk, or something, and make important calls around the world, that opened out on a nice kitchen with no peeling seams in the linoleum, and Billy having the time and money to cook food. Once he had a degree, and he could work somewhere that paid better. Max sleeping a room that the window closed all the way, so she didn’t have to stuff it with pillows, and closet doors that didn’t fall off every time she tried to slide them.

Evenings off, to gripe about the endless dumb natural disaster movies she wanted to show him. Billy groaned, imagining it, and Steve grunted, his eyes blinking open to squint over.

“Eunh,” he mumbled, rubbing the drool off his chin with the back of his wrist. “...Beelly?”

Steve Harrington had an accent, Billy realized, feeling like he’d been punched in the solar plexus, and his lungs had forgotten his brain needed air. Steve’s hair was smushed flat by the pillow, sticking out in all different directions, and the dim light of morning lit him like an old black and white movie, shadowing around his muscles, down the curves of his spine, and deepening the dimples above his ass. “...you’re beautiful,” Billy whispered, unintentionally, and Steve snorted, dropping his face back in the blankets.

“Morning face,” he groaned, making ‘face’ into two quick syllables, ‘fay-eece’. He cleared his throat, grimacing, and said “—face,” with the American accent he’d used every other time he’d talked to Billy.

“You have an accent,” Billy said, again unintentionally, and his prince glared over before scrambling under the blankets, his feet kicking.

“Nobody’s perfect,” he mumbled, muffled by the pillow, which was so far from the truth Billy yanked the covers back off him, ignoring his probably-profane exclamations in a language Billy didn’t know.

He smacked a loud kiss on the back of Steve’s neck, next to the dragon, and got a snorted laugh. “I liked it,” Billy said, uncertainly, into Steve’s shoulder. “Like...getting to know you, y’know. I like seeing you like this—” —in my bed, in the morning, he thought. Every morning.

“Sexy drool,” Steve said, snorting.

“No, just...asleep next to me, all—you were comfy, so…” Billy trailed off helplessly, wondering incredulously whether Steve had grown up believing singing birds and rodents were supposed to wake up every goddamn morning and fix his hair. “You fishing for compliments here, or what? Sorry?” he tried. “I’m—I’ll stop if you seriously want me to, I’m sorry if I wasn’t supposed to see you when you’re not...magazine ready,” he said, laughing a as he watched the shadows on Steve’s exposed side as he breathed, and feeling a little like a creepy stranger, staring through a peephole to look at something he hadn’t been allowed to see. “Um,” he said, into the stiff muscles of Steve’s shoulder, and let go, scooting away. “Shit, d’you want me to leave, fuck, sorry—”

“Why are you buttering me up when I’m half-awake,” Steve asked, rolling over, and sitting up with a groan.

“...I don’t know, Americans are dumb,” Billy told him, trying to salvage the situation, “—I’m sorry, I just—we get weird about accents, we think they’re sexy—look, lemme blow you, let me try this again, reset, come on.”

“Wait,” Steve mumbled, rubbing his face. “You think it’s hot when I say your name wrong?”

“Fuck yeah I do,” Billy told him, truthfully, his face burning. “I mean, it’s not wrong, it’s just how you say it—” he tried to explain, and Steve squinted over, blinking, and then crawled over to slump against Billy’s side, sliding his arms around Billy’s waist. Billy blew through his cheeks, relieved..

“Mmn,” Steve mumbled into Billy’s neck, sighing contentedly. “Mmmkay, fine, s’ry. ...you wake up so pretty,” he groaned. “...look like I...came out’ve the dryer.”

“Me,” Billy snorted, his whole body heating as Prince Steve settled in his arms, heavy and warm from the blanket, curled around him and half-coherent with sleep. His shoulder blades brushed the inside of Billy’s arm, and his stubble scraped against Billy’s shoulder. “Look, okay, best option,” Billy offered, squeezing him closer. “—you don’t wanna let me see your sleep-face, you just stay right there forever. My leg’s’ll go to sleep and then fall off, but it’s not like I’ll need’em—”

Steve snorted, curling tighter, and leaning in with a thunk against Billy’s shoulder, so Billy overbalanced back onto one elbow. Steve snickered, climbing on top of him. Billy stared up at the sleep-ruffled royalty above him. “So you’re saying you’re not busy,” Steve whispered. “Today.”

“...I think I can make some room in my schedule,” Billy said, his voice cracking as Steve clambered backwards, and licked his lips. In true Disney fashion, as Steve lowered his mouth to Billy’s suddenly painfully-hard dick, Billy felt the urge to burst into song.

Billy came home with two bags of takeout—according to His Highness Steven Harringrove, it was fun to pick things out for your date’s little sister—and a floaty feeling. “Think I’m in a fucking musical,” he told Max, who snorted.

“He give you a pile of cash again?” she asked, leaning in to give him a good set of sniffs.

“...the fuck are you doing?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

“...you don’t smell drunk or high,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “What’s going on?”

“I’m not always drunk or high,” he told her, stung, but she rolled her eyes, grabbing the takeout when he tried to turn around and take it back down the stairs.

“You walked in with a dopey grin on your face and said you were in a musical,” she told him, rooting through the containers, and then crossing her arms. “The hell’s going on? Seriously.”

“I just went on a date,” he growled, leaving out that Steve was a fare, a prince, a character in a Disney movie, and a wedding escapee, besides living on another continent and probably already forgetting Billy’s name.

“...yeah huh,” she said, narrowing her eyes at him. “Food this time? Your ass getting cheaper?”

“He is not paying me for sex,” Billy hissed, dropping into a chair. “Fuck you, I can date.”

“Yeah, huh,” she said again, slurping the room-temperature noodles. “That what it’s called now?”

“We went to a movie,” he growled, proud. “And it—it wasn’t his mom’s couch, either, we went to a theater.”

“You’re fo fad,” she said with her mouth full of noodles, and her eyes full of pity.

“It’s not sad!” Billy threw one of the washed Starburst candies at her. “Last night we went bowling!”

“...he’s a fare?!” she pointed her disposable chopsticks at him. “Billy!”

“It’s not weird!” he told the table, slumping to drop his forehead against it. “I mean. It is, it’s super fucking weird—” he stopped at Max’s annoyed grunt, then sighed. “He’s really—he’s so goddamn nice, Max. He’s really nice.”

“...huh,” she said, clambering up to sit on the table, and kicking his knee. “...shit sounds hinky.”

“It does, right,” Billy groaned. “Fucking ...sweet to me, nobody’s—I’m not—”

“...just because you meet shitty people,” she said, kicking him again. “Fine if he’s nice, okay, but you tell me if he’s not.”

“What’re you gonna do?” Billy asked, rolling his head on the table to grin up at her.

“I’ll put Ex-Lax in his food, so help me god,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “He’ll shit his organs out, okay—”

“Whoa,” Billy snorted against the table, laughing.

“He makes you this happy, okay,” she said, waving her fork at him, with a baby corn on it. “If he fucks you over after this?! He’s—he’s even worse than usual.”

“Okay,” he sighed, wishing he wasn’t so obvious. The cool table felt good against his hot face.

That night, Max stared as he remembered the plastic orbs from the quarter machines at the theater, and pulled them out of his pockets and his backpack. She took one, and stared at the little Minecraft figure, and the little rubber bouncy balls.

“...what the fuck,” she said, taking one from the pile, as they rolled off the coffee table and around the floor.

“He’s a pinata,” Billy told her. “I fuck him and toys fall out his—”

“Oh my god,” she yelled, smacking him with a pillow in each hand. “AUUUGH.” Billy snapped pictures of her fury through his cracked bedroom door, and texted them to his prince.

The next day, Billy checked to see whether he needed to pick up another fare, and then clicked back to the ringing alert, where “unknown number” flashed. He bit his lip, considering, then answered. “Hargrove,” he said.

“Hey,” came a quiet voice, and he almost threw his coffee in the air and over his entire self. “I, uh. I’m not in America anymore.”

Billy shut his eyes, feeling his stomach fall like the world had stopped spinning, and remembering he was an idiot. He actually felt nauseous, he realized, and laughed silently into his hand.

“Billy?” came Steve’s voice, cutting out a little.

“Yeah,” Billy said quickly. “Okay. Sorry I—sorry if I made you feel like you had to call.”

“No, no, I don’t—I didn’t mean—I want to see you again,” said his prince, and Billy took a deep startled breath, holding the phone with both hands like it was going to get away.

“What—you—you want to video chat? With me?” Billy’s heart pounded. You could watch me strip off my clothes, he didn’t say, but he felt his dick twitch, imagining Steve telling him to strip faster, or lean closer to the camera. You could tell me how fast to jack myself. You could tell me to do...lots of things. “You c-could, uh. You could show me around your place.”

Steve laughed, startled. “Wha—no! No, I mean, yes, yeah, I can show you my—my hotel here, if you want? Nancy’s getting married, I’m Man of Honor—but I’ll be back in a couple of weeks. I have—I have family there, that’s why I was in town. And I want to see you.”

“You’re coming back,” Billy breathed, letting his head thud back against the headrest. “H-how—um, how long for? Do you—do you think—” He held back ‘Can you tell me when,’ and ‘I could get a few days off’, thinking Like I could afford that, and ‘You could stay with me’, because Max would murder him if he brought some stranger home, and also the ruler of a country didn’t want to sleep on Billy’s saggy couch, with Max and Billy packing lunches and watching bad daytime soaps over his head.

The idea made Billy’s internal organs lean towards it somehow, longingly, and he shook off the thought of getting up to piss in the middle of the night, finding Steve’s long legs hanging over the edge of the couch in expensive pajamas, and pressing a kiss to his bony exposed ankle before tucking him back in. I’ll be lucky if I get another night, he told himself. “I—I could drive you around. If you don’t, uh, if you don’t already—you probably have a driver—”

Steve’s voice sounded like he was smiling. “We can see how it works out. I think there are some rules for, y’know, security. But yeah. Think about what you want to do. I can probably come up with some more bad ideas about ditching them—”

“We’re not doing that,” Billy said flatly. “I’m not gonna be in some famous assassination video on Youtube because I drove you around and your head got blown off,” he hissed, and Steve laughed.

“Okay, maybe just some bad ideas for dates then. You can fall asleep on my shoulder again.”

“You asking me out on a shitty date, your highness?” Billy asked, and Steve snorted a self-directed laugh. “Hey,” Billy said. “I’ll say yes.”

“God,” Steve whispered. “You sure?”

“Yeah. Yeah,” Billy curled around his phone, grinning at his own knees. “‘Course.”

Billy stayed in the next Friday night, ignoring Max’s curious glances. “You gaming tonight?” he finally asked, and her lips thinned.

“Why.”

“Thought I might not go out,” Billy said, raising his eyebrows, “—but if you want me out of your hair—”

“No!” she bit out, glaring, the way she did when something caught her wrong-footed. “No, that’s—that’s fine. You...you gonna fall asleep, or…?”

“You wanna do something?” he asked, and she shrugged, watching his face closely.

He was watching her try to finish off a boss with some glowing hammer thing, her fingers clicking across the controller as she leaned back and forth, glowering at the screen, when his phone rang. “Yellow,” he said, his voice a little slurred.

“...you drunk, babe?” Steve asked, and Billy laughed, curling up around his phone.

He glanced at the empty cans on the table. “A little,” he said. “That okay?”

“I don’t know,” Steve said softly, but he sounded amused. “Are you safe? Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah,” Billy told him, sighing fondly. “M’good. Miss you.”

“Oh my god,” Max growled. “Shut up, you’re disgusting.”

“Is that Max?” Steve asked, his voice still unusually warm, like he was smiling.

“Yeah,” Billy nodded, then remembered Steve couldn’t see him. “She’s showing me a video game.”

“Ahhh,” Steve laughed. “Did she drive you to drink?”

“It’s not a school night,” Billy rattled off, watching Max try to kill the monster-thing for the sixth time. She was growling under her breath. “I can drink on Friday nights, ‘long as it’s after work, and I’m not, y’know, driving.” Max’s shoulder thumped against Billy as she leaned, waving the controller, her eyes narrowed, and he laughed. “An’ if it’s not too much, y’know.”

“Oh,” Steve said. “That’s why you had to tell her I was buying root beers. At the bowling alley.”

“Yeah,” Billy sighed. “I’m contract—contra—I contracted obligations.”

“Oh dear,” Steve laughed. “Darn.”

“Don’ call the name of my dick in vain,” Billy told him, and Max choked, swore, and the screen filled with the words ‘RELOAD GAME?’

“You bastard,” she whispered, glaring over.

“I want to kiss you,” Steve said conversationally, and Billy buried his face in the couch, moaning as his prince talked. “You sound happy.”

“My prince called,” Billy mumbled, and Max yelled incoherently at the ceiling, and stomped off to the kitchen. He could hear her slamming the cupboards around, and crumpling something plastic. “You wan’ me to strip?”

“...do you want to?” Steve asked, and Billy nodded.

“...I nodded,” he said.

“Want to show me your room?” Steve asked, softly, and Billy sighed.

“Goin’ in my room, Max,” he called, and she shouted back “THANK CHRIST.”

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#Whoops??#I guess I didn't post this?!#Harringrove #Modern AU #Ridiculously fluffy and cozy #They're dorks

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OFC I LOVE THEM TAYLOR <333 🥰🥰🥰 your writing always makes me happy! these let me check up on ur hydration journey too 😤

So hear me out part 3 of saichi n idol reader

Sachi’s with a new intern and he notices hes a y/n stan and he says I can help u get tickets to their next fan meet if you want and hes like “OWO PLS DO U KNOW HER? IS IT TRUE SHE DATED YOUR BROTHER” and now Sachi has gotten enough of it and goes “she’s dating me not my brother” and the intern is like ‘Yeah dont we all wish that’ and continues his rounds. Then later on y/n comes in with her groupmate’s pupper like ‘owo they vomited on shoot bby pls help’ and ofc our baby saichi does and is like ‘Kiss me as payment then’ then y/n is like ‘????’ but kisses him anyway in front of the intern qwq (sprinkle in a i love you, puppy/peanut and I will be the happiest person) am so sorry taylor head empty only thoughts of the underrated king Sachi vmwlkfopwf pls just tell me if ur sick of it I don’t wanna be a bother ;;;;

AHH I’M SO HAPPY YOU LOVE THEM 😭😭😭 lemme go wipe my tears away real quick, damn onions. Went to the barn today so I’m staying hydrated 👍🏼

Peanut is used specially for the other Sachi series (i need a name for that, maybe i’ll just call it peanut or something idk y’all, hirugami fic series can’t stay forever) SO I used puppy instead! That’s so cute too 🥰

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Sachi’s new intern, Endo, was a pretty good kid overall, he listened to instructions, remembered what he learned in school and what Sachi had been teaching him. Sadly that was just vet stuff, when it came to other matters he was something else.

Sachi noticed when Endo was fixing his shoe laces he was wearing a pair of your socks that has little pictures of you on them. ‘You had a sock line..?’ he thought before pushing it away. “Hey Endo,” he spoke up, “Are you a fan of y/n?”

Oh the boy went bonkers over you. “Oh my gosh yes!! She’s so beautiful and such an amazing kind person...” he continued to ramble off about you and your talent. Sachi knew more about you than just that, but he just smiled and nodded along with the young adult.

“Well hey, I can probably get you some tickets to her next fan meet if you want to go-”

“-WAIT REALLY DR. HIRUGAMI YOU COULD DO THAT FOR ME??!! YOU KNOW HER??”

“Well yeah, we’re-”

“-OH MY GOSH I FORGOT THAT’S RIGHT!! IS IT TRUE SHE AND YOUR BROTHER DATED??”

Poor babes take 1,000 (more like 3 but yeah haha)

At this point Sachi’s fed up with people asking him if you and his brother dated, you said on live tv that you weren’t, hell you even said you were dating him! What was the confusion about?!

“No, Endo, she really is dating me, not lying.”

Our (not so favorite cause course our favorite intern is María <3) intern just lightly punched his shoulder, “you’re pretty funny Dr. Hirugami, we all have dreams. Alright, I’m gonna go finish my rounds for the animals in the back, see ya!”

He wants a new intern.

~little time skip thanks to Sachirou being the amazing man he is~

Sachi’s in his office doing some paper work when he gets a knock on the door. He tells the person to come on in and to his surprise and delight, it’s you!

You come in with a little pooch and explain the story of why you came in to see him. “We were shooting this one scene, and Buster got sick in the middle of it, I told the crew I knew a great vet that would fix him up, and they sent me on my way here. So um.. can you help?”

Sachi couldn’t resist when you gave him puppy dog eyes, and he wouldn’t have said no anyway. “Of course, let’s take him to an examination room and see what’s going on.”

After the little pooches examination, Sachi tells you there’s nothing he can honestly do since the dog ate a bunch of gross stuff, you’ll just have to wait for him to puke it all back up.

Once you two figure out everything you should do to help the dog out, you step out to into the hallway and then you remember a detail of how the vet system works, “Oh yeah, I need to pay you for this, I guess just go to the front desk?”

When Sachi sees his intern standing a little ways behind you reading a file, he smirks, “Nah, a kiss is all the payment I need from you.”

You were a bit concerned, a kiss? Really? But you went along with whatever your boyfriend had planned and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Just a kiss?” “Yup, just a kiss.”

So you two kiss (i’m sorry i can’t write a halfway decent kiss if it were to save my life) and when Sachi pulls away, he whispers, “I love you, puppy.”

You feel your face warm up and just as you’re about to respond, I wonder who interrupts

“WOAH! DR. HIRUGAMI, YOU WEREN’T LYING EARLIER! WAIT, L/N Y/N OH MY GOSH!”

Sachi leans his forehead against yours and mumbles, “This is my intern, he adores you, please give him tickets or something, he’s even wearing your darn socks.”

and you can’t help but laugh, gotta love the idol life.

I hope you enjoyed! 💕

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Words are hard and there are only so many Ways to misinterpret a Hug: Part 4

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The air was tense. Virgil sat on the back lean of the couch crossing his arms. Roman sat to his left on the couch looking down to his hands, while Logan stood to their right his look fixed on the hallway where Patton and Janus would come through. At least if Patton was to succeed and get Janus out of his room.

“Oh, don’t make such a face! It’s gonna be fine,” they heard Patton say and Virgil carefully watched the entrance.

“I cannot fathom how you still don’t believe that yourself,” they heard Janus answer and just then the two sides walked into their field of vision.

Janus halted. He looked directly at Virgil, who stared right back at him with a blank expression. Of course, he would be here as well. Of course. This was a meeting the Light Sides had called him for. And Virgil was one of them.

Quickly, Janus lifted his chin a little and tried to feign an untouched look, which only earned him a huff from the anxious side.

“Afraid I’d bite you, Dee? Or what was that expression about?” Virgil teased humourlessly.

Janus couldn’t use this snark right now. He was in no state to deal with it. But alas he had too and decided to be more careful this time. Not to say something he would regret.

“Just surprised by the welcome committee, dear Virgil. Nothing else.”

Virgil raised his eyebrows but didn’t reply and Janus finally followed Patton over to the couch. Warily he eyed Logan who remained standing and gave him a curious look. He had astoundingly blue eyes, Janus’s mind remarked brilliantly and Janus felt his human side flush. Great. That would not be a problem at all.

To his luck Patton cleared his throat and pulled the attention over to him, so he could get his mind off of Logan for a moment. Quietly, he watched as Patton put his arm on Roman’s back and then looked to the three left-brained sides with a weak smile, while Roman still looked down into his lap.

“So, uhm,” Patton began lastly looking to Logan before focusing back on Janus, “we thought that it might be a good idea to see where we’re standing right now. What are the things we will need to work on and mind while talking to the others? I’m not asking of anyone to apologize or forgive just yet or ever but I do believe we should be on the same page so we can continue working with one another. For Thomas’s sake at least. Would that be alright with everyone?”

Roman nodded and Logan agreed with an “Affirmative”. Virgil grumbled something like a yes and Janus found himself nodding and said: “Doesn’t work with me at all.”

Patton smiled a tiny bit more genuine and took a deep breath.

“So, I think, I should start, since I created a lot of this whole chaos. So, I have apologized to Roman for giving him a lot of mixed messages and making him feel abandoned and betrayed. I will work on it and I know you have your needs and wants and I will be more accepting and supportive of them in the future.”

Roman nodded again and Janus noted how his shoulders relaxed a little under Patton’s hand before Patton continued talking gently: “I have also apologized to Virgil for not listening more to his concerns and not taking him seriously enough. I also asked of him to maybe open up about what happened between him and you, Janus, so we work on that as well, but we can let you do that on your own if that’s what you want. And I also have apologized to Logan for making him feel like his points don’t have a place in our conversation if it’s not for the benefit of Thomas’s well-being. You’re always welcome to chime in, buddy and I am sorry I made you feel otherwise.”

“Me too,” it came weakly from Roman.

Janus watched intently as Roman looked up for a moment and locked eyes with Logan with honest guilt in his eyes. Good for the teacher, Janus bitterly thought. Then Roman looked back down to his lap and inhaled a bit of air. The others all waited knowing quite well that he was about to speak next.

“I’m sorry for being needlessly harsh and lashing out so much,” Roman said painfully truthful Janus realized. “I’ll try to get better. But I’m not ready to forgive yet but I can accept the apology so I hope that counts for something.”

“It does. It really does, Roman,” Patton reaffirmed and Janus got a glimpse of a little grin from the prince as he leaned a little more against Patton’s side.

“Thanks, padre. I’m-” Roman stopped and looked up to Janus – “I don’t know how I feel about you. I don’t know what I want right now or what I am supposed to believe and I feel like whatever you’re saying is to manipulate me after I tried to advocate for your point back in the courtroom. I’ll accept that you’re one of us, that Thomas wants you and that you have things to deliver to the table. I just don’t know how to trust you and I’m not sure if I want to trust you ever after everything. But I will admit that I should not hav-”

“It’s fine, Roman.”

Janus gulped. The laughing had stung. But it had never warranted the response Janus had given. Not in a million years. Not that Roman could know that. Not that the others could but Janus understood that he had shot a man with a canon who had been throwing stones.

Roman huffed and shrugged letting his argument drop for the moment. It was probably for the better.

A stretch of silence dragged itself along and Janus began to feel antsy. This was not his territory of choice and he had a hard time to navigate himself through this meeting. Almost ironically, it was Virgil who freed them all from the awkward silence.

“I respect the name reveal. I respect you looking out for Thomas. I AM on Roman’s side about trusting you, but I will talk with you if you promise to never pull such a fuckery again and disguise yourself as one of us to get your agenda across.”

Janus could have cried. Right there and then. Virgil talked directly with him, no name calling, no false accusations.

But he didn’t cry. He could not lose face right now.

But he had to answer.

“Thank you. I will refrain from disguising myself. And I apologize for the impersonating I did before and for the harsh, well, departure I forced you to take. It was not my best move,” Janus said quietly eyeing Logan as he said the last apology.

To his surprise Logan just raised his eyebrows, sat down next to him and put his hand on his thigh. Oh god. Logan’s hand. On Janus’s thigh. And he patted him for a second. Janus could just have melted on the spot.

“It was stupid indeed,” Logan said but Janus barely registered any of it. “And I am looking forward to work with you, if you can keep the lying to a minimum. I know that you cannot completely work without it but maybe we would be able to find a satisfactory compromise.”

“Do you count ‘white lies’ as lies as well? Because if so, I might have different bargaining grounds than you do,” Janus said weakly trying to hide his flush.

“I do consider ‘white lies’ as lies but they were not the thing I was most concerned about. It’s more that I have sometimes difficulties to make out when you speak in opposites or sarcasm in general. It makes it a lot harder for me to follow and complicates our communication considerably,” Logan explained slightly confused but apparently unaware of why Janus was so flustered.

Could sides melt? Janus felt like he would have melted by now if sides could do so. The innocence in his voice and the honesty in his words were endearing and there was still the hand on his thigh. This gosh darn hand. Since when did touching him feel like this? Since when did it feel so intense?

“Kiddo, I think you’re forgetting about personal space again.”

At once Logan’s hand was gone and there was a second of white noise in Janus’s ears. Oh, not being touched was a lot worse. Horrific. Miserable even.

“I apologize! It slips my mind when a lot of stressors are around,” Logan apologized.

Janus nodded and blinked a few times to refocus himself.

“Do - I mean – don’t bother. I am used to sides invading my personal space,” Janus deflected, repressing the sudden realisation that Remus hadn’t invaded his personal space in weeks.

Patton and Roman watched the two curiously. Both seemed a little distracted, Logan by the fact that he forgot his hard-earned manners and Janus by the sudden touch he somehow had been too shy to point out to Logan. It concerned Patton a little since both usually tried to be unreadable individuals and this display was quite unusual. Roman on the other hand thought that this could get quite interesting and put that information carefully beside the little pang of romantic jealousy and yearning he had sensed coming from their little emo, when Logan had touched Janus.

This could get quite interesting indeed.

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TWICE Reaction: Wisdom Teeth

PAIRING: TWICE x Reader

REQUEST: can i request twice’s s/o getting their wisdom tooth out and being all cute and crazy not knowing what she is doing.

TAGS: Fluff

NOTES: This was really fun to write on! To whomever requested this one: thank you and sorry this took so long to get out!

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IM NAYEON

Nayeon sat in the waiting room, idly flipping through a couple of magazines. Every so often, she would check her watch, internally counting down the minutes before she could see you again. You should be finished at five o’clock. Of course, she’d come thirty minutes early just in case, since she was your ride home.

She stifled a laugh as soon as she saw that Dr. Choi had rolled you out of the surgery room. You looked like you were blackout drunk. “Y/N is still a little hazy from the laughing gas but they should be good to go in a couple of minutes. We suggest you keep them here until the laughing gas leaves their system completely.” She nodded quickly, affirming that you would indeed be staying here.

“I brought some energy drinks for her but I’d rather not have her spill it all over my car,” Nayeon joked lightly with the surgeon. He chuckled in agreement but quickly excused himself, claiming that he had another appointment to attend to. She politely waved him goodbye. As soon as she had heard the light click of the closed door, she turned around so she could take a proper look at you.

You had your eyes closed, and although it looked like you were sleeping, she wasn’t entirely sure that was the case. Logically, she knew that you were fine and that the doctors here at ‘Kim & Turne’ were Korea’s top-notch oral surgeons. However, that didn’t prevent the small pinch of panic from flowing through her system. She stomped down the impulse to call Dr. Choi back into the room, and instead opted for sitting down in the small metal fold-able chair beside you.

As soon as she had sat down, you suddenly sprung up like a maniac. Nayeon screamed out in surprise, her arms flailing beside her. “Y/N! What is wrong with you?!”

“Woogly boogly my booty,” you answered with a stern and serious expression. Nayeon sat in complete shock and disbelief. Suddenly, she exploded in laughter.

“What in the world are you talking about?” Instinctively, she reached for her camera. From the many years of living with Jeongyeon and Momo, she’s learned to just go with the flow and capture whatever you were saying so that she could use it as blackmail later down the road. Nayeon was a little sad that she wasn’t able to capture your first line, but at least now she’d be able to record the rest of it.

“You’re really pretty, are you dating anybody?” Your words were slurred together, almost as if you were a foreigner to the language. Swaying side to side, she noticed that you were starting to interest in your arms.

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“Are you dating my arms? My arms look pretty gnarly, I should’ve known it was a bad idea to make them my wingmen.”

She cackled at your response. Although she very much did enjoy your arms—as being wrapped around them was one of her favourite nighttime activities—she would not go as far as to say that she was dating your arms.

“Nope, not your arms. I found something much better.” She zoomed in to your gaping mouth. Your eyes were a little unfocused, but she found hints of disappointment and disbelief within them.

“How cold of you, you’re hurting their feelings! So cold, to break up with them right in front of me. So cold.” You wrapped your arms around yourself, mumbling nonsense in an attempt to comfort them.

“I think you’d be glad to know that you’re actually dating me,” she chuckled in amusement. You were being so ridiculous at the moment, but she also found your actions to be quite endearing.

“Oh great, I’m a homewrecker!” You broke free from your arms, extending them as far out in front of you as possible. Nayeon expertly dodged them. Again, years of training from avoiding Sana’s grabby hands. However, Nayeon didn’t have much experience when it came to you crying. Thus, she was absolutely bewildered when you looked up and you had tears streaming down your face.

“My arms have always been there for me. I can’t believe I just betrayed them like that! What kind of human am I?” Wailing in despair, you slumped back down onto the medical bed. Nayeon just stood there, not knowing what to do. Honestly, she found the entire conversation to be quite entertaining, but now that you were crying, she had no idea what to make of the situation.

“There, there,” she awkwardly patted your back, in the hopes that you would stop crying. At this point, she still had her camera pointed towards you, expecting you to surprise her with another one of your mood swings. But instead, you just lied there with your eyes closed.

Shaking her head in disbelief, but with a hint of fondness, she tilted the camera towards herself and said to the lenses, “You are never going on laughing gas again.”

YOO JEONGYEON

Jeongyeon was fully aware of the effects of nitrous oxide, aka laughing gas. That’s why she’s currently seated in the waiting room with a professional Canon EOS RP camera. She tried to convince Jihyo to be her “light person”, but unfortunately she declined, claiming that she was not going to get wrapped up in her shenanigans again.

Your relationship with Jeongyeon was quite a silly one. Neither of you were scared to make a fool of yourselves. Therefore, this lead to the creation of an album titled “HAHA”. It was filled to the brim with silly video clips of both of you. Admittedly, it wasn’t a very original name. However, in one of the earliest clips, Jeongyeon produced her signature ‘haha’ laugh. Except she then proceeded to choke on her rice cake.

She was cleaning her lens when the doctor informed her that you would be stationed at one of the private waiting rooms. They claimed you were being a little too energetic and proposed that she stayed there with you until the gas left your system entirely. She readily agreed and happily made her way to the room.

Jeongyeon had seen her fair share of laughing gas videos online, most of which consisted of hysterical laughing, inappropriate questions, and overall confusion. However, she was not expecting to see you flopping around on the medical bed in complete tears. She faintly debated filming you just because you looked like a fish on land, but ultimately decided that’d be a little mean.

Your eyes were bloodshot and you had small drops of snot leaking out of your nose. She immediately ran over to you, leaving her equipment by the door. “What’s wrong?”

“My legs are gone! They cut them off!” You were hiccuping and furiously wiping away at your traitorous tears.

“No, they’re not.” Jeongyeon deadpanned.

“Well then explain why I can’t walk!” You wailed as you sniffled angrily. Truthfully, Jeongyeon thought you looked like a small baby. In a way, it was kind of cute how upset you were. She sighed and tilted her head at you.

“Yes, you can. You just haven’t tried yet.” This seemed to provoke you even further.

“Yes, I have! Look.” You proceeded to throw yourself on the ground. She gasped in shock, scared that you might have hurt yourself. Before she could even process the situation, you began to flop around. Jeongyeon bent down and placed her hands on your arms in an attempt to try and calm you down.

“For the love of all that is holy, please stop moving.” She laughed as she tried to control your relentless squirming. Too busy enjoying the scene, she completely forgot about her camera. You were pouting, desperately trying to escape her hold.

Soon after, the sound of the door opening resonated throughout the room. Jeongyeon looked up to see a young lady enter the room. She was wearing scrubs and introduced herself. After hearing a lot of commotion from outside, she just wanted to come and check-in with you guys.

Before your girlfriend could reply, you looked up at the nurse, eyes crazed, and shouted, “Look! I’m as useless as Magikarp now. I’m a Magikarp! Mag-i-karp!”

There was a small pause. Suddenly, Jeongyeon and the nurse both burst out laughing. Both of them were so caught off guard by your sudden exclamation. Tears began to spring up in Jeongyeon’s eyes as she doubled over in laughter. Gosh, you were just too darn adorable. Right this moment, she decided that she was going to keep you forever.

The nurse propped her arms on a nearby counter in an attempt to stabilize herself before she collapsed in laughter. “Please tell me you got that on camera.”

“Oh shoot!”

HIRAI MOMO

Momo was already seated in the private patient waiting room. The doctors informed her that you would be wheeled into the room after the surgery and that she could either take you straight home or wait for the laughing gas to wear off. She decided that she would be taking you home straight away as you would likely be more comfortable there.

You got wheeled into the room looking absolutely dazed. Momo thought it was quite funny that you were sat in a wheelchair. She quickly thanked the assistant, grabbed the chair handles, and prepared to push you out of that center. However, before she could move, a plethora of incoherent mumbling flowed out of your mouth.

“Hm?” She bent down in an attempt to try and hear you better. Leaning over your shoulder, her eyes trained on your mouth as she tried to piece together what you were mumbling.

“I said I want kisses.” You turned your head up slightly, pouting as you tried to catch Momo’s lips in yours.

Momo’s face immediately flushed as she swiftly backed away. She stood up, back straight as a board, and pointedly avoided the assistant’s stare. A boisterous laugh echoed through the room.

“I’ll leave you guys alone.” The click of a closed-door helped to indicate to Momo that the assistant had left the room.

“I-I’m not too sure that’s a good idea. You just finished your surgery after all.”

A sharp whine escaped your throat and you begin to thrash around in your chair. Momo’s eyes widened in surprise as she tried to stabilize the chair. But to her dismay, her hands fumbled and the wheelchair completely tipped over with you in it. Various pitched squeaks escaped her throat as she desperately ran over to check your body for injuries.

There you lied, completely motionless but still laughing like a maniac. Crouching down, she lightly scolded you for acting so carelessly. However, you just opened your arms up wide and tried to pull her into a hug. Momo was so caught off guard that before she knew it, she was lying on the ground with your arms wrapped around her torso. Her cheeks were stained red with embarrassment as you rocked her back and forth.

“I caught my prize,” you whispered into her ear, causing Momo to become flustered for a different reason.

“Oh yeah?” She patted your head, deciding to play along with you for now. However, she was only met with silence. Confused, she pulled away slightly so that she could look into your eyes. She doesn’t quite know what she was expecting but she definitely wasn’t expecting to see you looking back at her with the softest gaze ever. Speckles of love splashed across your irises, making Momo’s heart flutter uncharacteristically.

“Yeah.” You smiled dopily at her.

“And what’s the prize?” She whispered seductively into your ear, relaxing a little in your arms. If you were going to be so cute and cuddly, then she was going to enjoy it while it lasted. ‘Thank god we’re still in the post-surgery private room,’ Momo briefly thought.

“A big fried rice cake,” You replied, squeezing her even tighter in your grasp.

“Big?” Momo squeaked indignantly. That was not what she thought you were going to say.

“Indeedly so!”

“You’re sooo sleeping on the couch tonight!”

MINATOZAKI SANA

Sana drove over to the building at which you were currently undergoing surgery for your wisdom teeth. In theory, she would arrive right when you finished. She was your ride home since you wouldn’t be able to drive home yourself.

When she arrived at the clinic, they immediately directed her into a small white room after she checked in with the receptionist. After closing the heavy wooden door behind her, she quickly scanned the room for you whilst also taking note of the slick interior design.

There you were, situated on one of their hospital beds with a nurse gently holding your arm. She was mumbling something that Sana couldn’t quite make out, but it seemed to relax you. She huffed, a little annoyed because the nurse was a little too close for her liking. Clearing her throat with a sharp ‘ahem’, Sana stood by the front of the door, staring at the woman expectantly. The nurse quickly acknowledged Sana’s presence and politely stepped away from you.

After she explained that the gas would leave your system soon, she left the room in a hurry. Grateful for the privacy that the room allowed the two of you to have, she quickly stomped on over to you and started to inspect your face. There was slight bruising in your cheeks but nothing to be concerned about.

However, what was concerning was the fact that you had tears streaming down your cheeks. You looked up at her with a small pout and glistening eyes. She furrowed her brows in confusion and instantly situated herself in the remaining space on the bed. “What’s wrong?”

“My dog is dead,” you mumbled dejectedly, voice filled to the brim with pain and sorrow. Sana, however, could only chuckle in amusement. She had no clue what you were going on about.

“Honey, you don’t have a dog.” She rubbed your back comfortingly, hoping to calm you down a little. Your only response was a cry of despair.

“Well, I don’t anymore! It’s dead!” You buried your face into her neck, weeping miserably. You clung onto her white shirt, soaking her shoulder with your heartfelt tears.

Sana thought you were being extremely adorable. She softened a little at how much you cared about your supposed ‘dead dog’. Honestly, it was a true reflection of how much of a loving and emotional person you were. She wrapped her arms around your torso and lightly rocked you back and forth. She never really knew how to comfort you with words when you were crying, but she was a master at physical contact.

Your sniffles resonated throughout the room, but you were finally starting to calm down a little. Sana’s hand cupped your cheek, bringing it away from her neck. You let out a small whine in protest but she just rolled her eyes. Giving you a quick peck on your forehead, she wiped away the remainders of your tears.

If Sana were, to be honest though, this whole situation was more than a little amusing to her. You didn’t even like dogs, you much preferred cats. She genuinely had no idea where you got your ‘dog’ from. She booped your nose lightly and giggled playfully when your eyes suddenly went hazy and unfocused.

Maybe she could have a little fun with this. Deciding to indulge your laughing gas antics, she softly asked, “What was your dog’s name?”

Once again, a couple of tears welled up in your eyes. When you jutted out your bottom lip, Sana, in turn, cooed at how adorably soft you looked. She reckoned she looked much of the same whenever she was around you though. Her love for you goes beyond plain-

“Her name was Sana.”

You got pushed off of the bed.

PARK JIHYO

She double-checked her bag before getting a manager to drive her over to the clinic. Jihyo didn’t trust herself to drive the car as she knew she would likely be spending the entire ride taking care of you. Thus, she got a manager to come with so that they could drive on the way home.

When she arrived, she immediately got led to the room that you were staying in. After your two-hour wisdom teeth surgery, they had placed you in a private post-surgery room with an assistant to watch over you until your girlfriend arrived. When she entered the room, the assistant left. On his way out, he reminded Jihyo to sign some papers at the front desk before leaving. Jihyo agreed readily to his request.

As soon as he was gone, she ran over to your side. “How are you feeling?”

“Like a hamburger on crack,” you replied groggily. Jihyo raised an eyebrow in confusion. Had the laughing gas not left your system yet?

“Do you think you can stand?” She placed a hand on your elbow, gently tugging it. This prompted you to slowly stand up.

“Do you think my legs ever get sad?” You whispered dejectedly as you directed a small pout towards Jihyo. She led you away from the bed, carefully thinking of a response in the meantime.

“No, I don’t think they do sweetie.”

“They carry me everywhere but I’ve never carried them!” You reasoned with Jihyo, panic flooding into your eyes at the thought. Bewildered, Jihyo looked back at you. She opened her mouth to tell you to stop being so ridiculous, but to her surprise, tears were falling from your eyes. Your bottom lip trembled as you anxiously played with your fingers.

“I’m a terrible human.”

“I don’t think it’s physically possible to...carry your legs.” Jihyo giggled, a little amused by your antics.

“I’ll never know until I try.” Your girlfriend let out a high pitched yelp as she watched you drop yourself onto the floor. In a desperate attempt to try and carry your legs, you hugged them close to your chest and started to shake your bum on the floor.

Jihyo laughed as a constipated look overtook your features. You were slowly scooching forward on the clinic’s dirty marble floor.

“Dear god this is embarrassing,” she grinned as Jihyo pulled out her iPhone. A true testimony to her impeccable idol skills, she somehow managed to capture some flattering angles—as flattering as one could look wiggling on the floor—of you. She quickly sent the 30-second clip to the TWICE group chat, thoroughly enjoying your small lapse of judgement due to the gas.

A couple of minutes later, although you were still a little woozy from the laughing gas, you did seem to be thinking a little clearer. The hazy look disappeared from your eyes as they did a small scan of the room.

“Why am I on the floor?” You asked Jihyo confused. All you got was a cheeky wink as laughter carried throughout the room.

MYOUI MINA

To be quite honest, Mina was a little terrified. She’s never taken care of someone post-surgery before and she was more than a little anxious that she wouldn’t do a good job. She had done plenty of research beforehand of all the foods you could and couldn’t have, as well as some special aftercare techniques to ensure you wouldn’t get an infection. By all means, she was completely prepared. However, she didn’t feel as though she was.

Mina had definitely seen her fair share of laugh gas videos online so she kind of knew what to expect. But when you got wheeled into the room, looking as hammered as can be, Mina began to freak out. The nurse quickly reassured her that yes, that was normal and that no, you would not look like that forever. She let out a sigh of relief. Truth be told, she much preferred your original face.

When the assistant left the room, Mina sat patiently, waiting for you to say something weird. She reasoned that she just had to let you do whatever you wanted to do and that there was no real way for her to stop you. She just prayed you wouldn’t reveal anything too...scandalous about your relationship. You also did not need to air out any dirty laundry either.

However, to her immense surprise, you just sat there staring at her with a look of wonder. “Y/N?” She whispered cautiously, careful not to set you off on a tangent although realistically she understood that that is not how laughing gas works.

“Can we cuddle? I miss you.” You responded in a tone that was just as gentle as the one Mina had used. She blinked twice, a little confused, but ultimately decided to grant your wishes. You rarely ever asked for physical affection, not to mention in such a careful and fragile voice.

She climbed onto the clinic bed, careful to not rock it too much. You didn’t seem to mind too much though as you hastily, and quite clumsily, made room for her to sit. As soon as she got herself situated on the bed, you wrapped your arms around her torso in a huge bear hug and pulled her down into a lying position.

A small puff of air escaped her lips due to her surprise but she quickly grew comfortable as the familiar scent of your laundry detergent filled her senses. From there on, you didn’t say much. You would periodically shift a little, burying your face into her neck, but aside from that, you didn’t say a thing.

A nice peaceful calm settled in the air. Mina let out a sigh of relief, secretly glad that she didn’t have to take care of a crazed version of you.

“I love you.” Your words were muffled against her sweater, but the meaning was not lost on Mina. She cooed slightly at how adorable you were being. You guys rarely said those three words, only saving them for special occasions. That way, it made them sound even more meaningful than usual.

She let out a small breathless chuckle, her cheeks red at the implication of your words. “I love you too.”

KIM DAHYUN

Did she look like a tourist with that huge camera bag swung across her chest? Yes. Did she look ridiculous? Also yes. As soon as Dahyun had arrived at the clinic, she requested to have a private post-surgery room. Of course, they complied with her wishes. After all, she was Kim Dahyun of Twice.

She had managed to drag one of the managers into the room with her. The manager was in charge of setting up the lights as she positioned the camera. Her experience of being an idol was coming into handy. Dahyun knew just how to get the perfect angle so that you would still look pretty, even if you were acting absolutely ridiculous.

A knock on the door shook Dahyun out of her concentrated stupor. “Please come in!”

When the employees helped you into the room, they were surprised to see such a professional set up. They were also surprised to see the manager sitting in the corner, panting from exhaustion. Dahyun shot them a disarming smile. Confused and slightly scared, they gently led you to the clinic bed before swiftly exiting the room.

Dahyun clapped her hands together in excitement. Now comes the fun part! However, much to her dismay, all you did was lie on the bed with your eyes closed. You weren’t acting like those people that she saw on YouTube. Dahyun pouted, a little disappointed that you were taking a big nap. At least you looked kind of cute with that big bandage wrapped around your head.

She smiled lovingly, albeit a bit defeated, and began to dismantle her camera and lights. Just as she turned off the camera, she heard you let out a small groan of pain. Her head snapped in your direction.

“Are you okay, Y/N?”

You groaned again in response. Dahyun carefully set her camera on the ground before approaching you. When she arrived beside you, she noticed that you were holding your leg. Pain crossed your features as you mumbled a bunch of nonsensical phrases.

“What’s wrong?” Panic flowed through her veins as she desperately searched your body for wounds. Had the surgeons messed up? Before she could come to a conclusion, you suddenly shot up, completely dismissing your previous leg pain. Dahyun yelped as she jumped back in surprise. You stared at her, a serious expression crossing your features.

“I have the sexiest legs in this entire universe.”

Dahyun blinked twice.

“Huh?”

“My legs are sexier than Momos. My legs are so hot they could fry perfect sunny side eggs.” You then proceeded to place your index finger on your thigh as you made an unnaturally loud-sounding sizzle, all while looking very constipated.

Dahyun let out a boisterous laugh, completely caught off guard by your actions. She could even hear the manager laughing along with her.

“Yes, your legs are very hot,” She placated. However, instead of calming down like she thought you would, you began to pout even more. Crossing your arms around your chest, you turned yourself away from her.

“I bet you think Momo’s legs are hotter.”

My god, you were adorable. Dahyun stifled a laugh by cupping her hands around her mouth. “Sure sounds like someone’s jealous.”

“Of those dumbbell looking legs? Never.” You snorted, a little offended that she would ever insinuate otherwise. Dahyun let out a very amused laugh.

She was definitely going to tell Momo you said that.

SON CHAEYOUNG

Was she going to take advantage of your laughing gas situation? Yes. Was she going to paint your face and then take photos for blackmail? Also yes.

Chaeyoung happily collected her various brushes, as well as her colourful palette of paints, and gently placed them in an art bag. Soon, she would be departing from the dorms and on her way to the clinic. To her calculations, she should arrive as soon as you finished your wisdom teeth surgery.

“Maybe I could paint Y/N as Mona Lisa.” She adopted a thoughtful expression but quickly tossed that particular idea in the trash can. “Nah, I like the clown idea better.”

When she arrived, she noticed that she was receiving quite a few odd looks from the receptionists. Chaeyoung looked down at her bulging black bag. Now that she took a proper look at it, it did kind of look like a body bag. She rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly. “Ah, just some outfits for my next photo-shoot,” She said. You know, like an absolute liar.

They nodded understandingly and seemed to quickly forget about her presence as they went back to work. Soon after, Chaeyoung was directed into a small white room with waxed wooden floors. They told her to wait here as they went to grab you. She bounced in her seat in excitement, mentally preparing herself to make you the prettiest clown in the entire universe.

You got wheeled in on a white bed, seemingly asleep. Chaeyoung grinned evilly as soon as the assistant had left the room. “Attack!” She screamed her battle cry before whipping out her brushes.

She made quick work of the paint, mixing various colours expertly to get just the right shade of red. Truth be told, she was a little skeptical as to why you were not waking up. However, she got so caught up in her work, she quickly forgot about it.

A couple of minutes in, she had already successfully, although a little messily, painted the white around your eyes and lips. She also managed to finish the red nose and cheeks. All in all, she was pretty proud of herself. In-between sessions, she would take photos of you from various angles. When she took a quick step back, she realized you looked absolutely comical.

Laughing in amusement, she decided to stop there and just let you wake up naturally. Washing her brushes in the nearby sink, she eyed you carefully, excited to see what you would do after you woke up.

When you eventually did wake up, you stared at her groggily, confusion contorting your facial features. Chaeyoung stifled a laugh. The clown makeup was truly spectacular. Dare she say it was her best work yet.

It was time for the reveal. Chaeyoung opened her phone camera and directed it to your face. At first, you were extremely surprised by the sight. However, you didn’t say anything. You just touched your face gently, pinching and stretching your skin. She chuckled at how adorably confused you looked.

“I guess the laughing gas still hasn’t left your system yet,” Chaeyoung deducted.

“Chae?” You mumbled, a little disoriented. She hummed playfully, happily awaiting for your response. She desperately wanted to hear your thoughts. You looked up at her in amazement, eyes full of wonder. “The plastic surgery was a complete success. I look gorgeous.”

Chaeyoung doubled over in laughter, hitting her head on the bed in the process.

Sure, she later ended up in the ER, diagnosed with a slight concussion. And on top of that, after the laughing gas left your system and you realized what Chaeyoung had done, you started to ignore her, despite her best efforts to cheer you up.

However, it was all worth it in the end because she really did get some amazing blackmail photos.

CHOU TZUYU

Tzuyu, despite her member’s constant reassurance, was still a little scared about having to take care of you. She’s never had any of her friends or family members have surgery. And the time that Jihyo had received her knee surgery, Tzuyu wasn’t even around her. Jihyo had stayed home with her parents, absent from all of their scheduled activities.

She nervously played with her fingers, patiently awaiting your arrival. When you finally did arrive in the post-surgery room, she was so stunned by the immediate bruising of your cheeks, she had barely paid any attention to what the assistant had told her.

When she realized that she had zoned out, she sheepishly asked the employee to repeat it. They smiled kindly before quickly giving her a small summary of what they said before leaving the room.

According to the assistant, you were to stay there until all of the laughing gas had left your system. You might say or do weird things, but that was all normal. Tzuyu pulled out her phone and quickly set her timer for ten minutes. That should be enough time for the effects to wear off. She sat ramrod straight, a little awkward and unsure of what to do next.

However, when you groaned in apparent pain, she immediately rushed to your side. “Are you okay? Where does it hurt?” She grabbed your hands, hoping some physical contact would help comfort you.

“My tummy.” That was not the answer she was expecting.

“Your stomach?” She asked bewildered. You just had a wisdom teeth surgery, there was absolutely no reason for your stomach to be hurting. She patted your stomach lightly whilst staring at your face, trying to pinpoint where exactly the pain was coming from.

Another small groan left your throat as she apparently touched a sore spot just above your belly button. Tzuyu was definitely panicking by now. Her eyes shot back and forth as she scanned the rest of your body. What had they done to you?

“You fill my tummy with butterflies.” You grinned cheekily at her, any supposed pain was quickly forgotten. She gaped at your words, unsure of what to say. Tzuyu’s cheeks lit up like a Christmas tree, the redness quickly reaching the tips of your ears. There was no reason to be so nervous, she reasoned with herself.

Dear god, you were being adorable. Even under the influence of laughing gas, you were still a smooth talker. She giggled as the sudden invasive feeling of being a high school student with a crush filled her system. She felt oddly flattered and more than little flustered. Her eyes softened as her entire body relaxed.

However, your expression quickly suddenly turned serious. “I’d appreciate it if you could stop though. I need that room for food.”

Tzuyu burst out in laughter, completely caught off guard by your sudden change in demeanour. Yup, there was no reason to be nervous after all.

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