#i just had this idea five minutes ago and now it is fulfilled.

[thespectralkitsune]

Don’t worry guys, he’s on his way to become the president of the United States :)

[sc0tters]

Baby Fever | Matthew Tkachuk

summary: on your wedding day Matthew thought he’d get you to himself, but seeing you with his cousins gives him an idea he just had to see through.

kinkmas: day four (breeding)

warnings: sexual themes, p in v, nipple play? swearing.

word count: 2.18k

authors note: can we believe that this is my first wedding fic? sorry it took so long but I think we got to a good place! Matthew is a man I haven’t written for a lot but I love it when I do get to. If you want to read more from kinkmas you can find the masterlist here!

You knew you had always wanted a winter wedding.

The cold had been your favourite kind of weather as it meant you could sit at a fireplace with a blanket over your lap. Now living in Florida you weren’t promised your white wedding, but Matthew found a cabin that you two had fallen in love with. After being together for five years and countless jokes from his family as they would ask how Matthew got you locked down and even moving to a different country for him.

A mere six years ago you started off as his neighbour who knocked on his door early one Saturday morning as you needed eggs to fulfill your pancake recipe. In return for those eggs he got himself a free breakfast that morning and your number after weeks for trying to muster up the courage to talk to you.

Yes you, the girl set on pursuing her dreams was the one who made Matthew a mess.

Now you were sat a few seats across from him as his younger cousins giggled recounting the story of how Matthew was in love with you “hey now let’s not embarrass me to my wife.” Matthew shook his head as his hand squeezed your shoulder “can we talk for a bit?” He asked motioning to you to follow him “I’ll be back.” You offered the girls as you nodded “didn’t know I’d be chasing my wife on my wedding day.” The hockey player mumbled as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders as he pressed a kiss to your head.

It made you smile “what can I say I’m a hot commodity today.” You teased as you two began to head outside where it was quiet “are you okay?” You furrowed your eyebrows sensing that something was on his mind “can’t get over how fucking gorgeous my wife is.” His confession made you scoff as your cheeks turned red “Matty.” You warned as his hands went dangerously close to your ass.

He laughed as he leaned down to kiss your lips “let’s go to the room.” Matthew proposed as you were all staying at the hotel tonight.

But of course you stood there like the good wife that you were as you shook your head “what about our guests?” You whisper yelled as his hand pressed against your lower back pushing you in the direction of the elevator “if anyone asks you can tell them I wasn’t feeling well.” He rolled his eyes pressing the button that illuminated your floor number as he waited for the elevator doors to shut before you dared to lay a hand on your now husband.

However Matthew didn’t feel the same way as you as he turned to you with a grin placing his hands on either side of your face as he leaned down to kiss you “fuck you’re so pretty.”He groaned swiping his tongue across your lower lip as you moaned into his kiss.

You two remained like that as the boy peppered kisses along your jaw and neck “I need to open the door Matt.” You coughed as you struggled to grab the keycard from his pocket.

Matthew opted to behave for a few minutes offering you your focus as you huffed opening the door as you both pushed in not letting your feet stop you until you were met with the couch. He took the opportunity to unzip your dress revealing your white lingerie “god.” Matthew mumbled watching as you stepped out of your dress that was now a mere blob on the floor. Leaving you in your underwear and heels.

What you didn’t expect was that he’d move to sit on the couch before he dared to touch you once more “c’mere.” Matthew motioned to you to sit on his thigh as he spread his legs open stretching the fabric of his pants over his muscular legs.

Your mouth watered as you straddled his thighs “so glad to finally have you all to myself.” The hockey player smiled as you gripped at his shoulders “been yours all along.” You quietly clenched your legs as his thigh bucked beneath your clothed cunt.

His lips brushed over yours “been thinking about you all damn day.” Matthew nipped at the skin of your neck forcing your breath to be caught in your throat “what about me?” You groaned feeling his eyes undress the little amount of clothes you had left on.

Matthew let his fingers brush over the strap of your bra “these boobs.” He began pulling the straps to your arms revealing your nipples that peaked from the cool air that hit them. His smirk looked up at you as you whimpered pinching your lower lip between your teeth as you oozed anticipation “please.” You begged giving Matthew a nod as his lips latched onto your left breast leaving his tongue swirling around your nipple.

His eyes fluttered shut as relief painted his body as he hummed at the taste of you on his tongue. Matthew continued his movements sucking and swirling the sensitive bud until you’re slick with his spit rocking your hips against his thigh. Your chest is heaving as you whined feeling goosebumps prick at your skin. Heat shoots from within you and it settles in between your legs “fuck!” You moaned making him sink his teeth against your nipple.

Matthews lips were plump as he brought his hand up to cup your other breast to equally share his attention with “gonna make a mess on your pants.” You warned tugged your fingers through his curls as he rolled your nipple between his fingers.

If this was any other day Matthew would have watched your eyes roll back into your head as you came by the mere flex of his thigh. But as his cock throbbed against the fabric of his pants and the knowledge that your loved ones would soon notice your disappearance “baby I need to fuck you so badly.” Matthews confession made you moan as you nodded.

Within the blink of an eye Matthew had his shirt unbuttoned and his belt unbuckled as you pulled his cock out from under his boxers “been thinking about your tight little pussy too.” The hockey player watching in awe as you drove the head of his cock over your clit making your body shake with pleasure “what about it?” You groaned smiling to yourself as you let your cunt swallow his cock as your walls adjusted to his size.

Foreheads pressed together as it seemed you both forgot how to breathe. The mere gesture of embracing each other almost being too much for you both but he couldn’t handle it as the first to pull away “how you’d look so full with my babies.” Matthew cupped your stomach brushing his thumbs over where your uterus sat beneath your skin. It was a topic that neither one of you had ever gone into depth with as you both agreed that kids would be in your futures “how your breasts would grow full.” You began to move your hips as you smiled settling into your rhythm.

Matthew watched as your eyes adjusted to the dim lights that lowly illuminated the room around you both “I want you to put a baby in me Matthew.” You pleaded clenching around his cock at the thought “want to be full of your come.” You had gone off of the pill last month as you knew you were getting to the stage of wanting kids, now it was beginning to matter that he wasn’t wearing a condom either.

It was hot hearing those words fall from your lips “I’m gonna fuck my pretty little bride so hard she forgets her name.” As soft as Matthews words were you knew it was a serious promise when he picked you up and lay you on the couch bringing himself back to the driving seat of this moment. Your response came in the form of a yelp as Matthew wrapped your legs around his waist “please Matt.” You begged as his pace ruined your once slow one.

The hockey player was desperate to fulfill his desires of seeing you full as he watched his cock bottom you out, hitting your g-spot resulting in your moans painting the walls. Sure to be heard by anyone who dared to be on this floor away from the party. It was dirty how your swollen lips and squashed curls that pressed against your back acted like encouragement to Matthew as he laughed “and to think you acted like you wanted to be down there with all of them.” The hockey player clicked his tongue as he shook his head mocking the innocent act you upheld when you were downstairs smiling at his parents like you didn’t have thoughts of having their son between your legs.

With the only response you allowed to let leave your lips being in the form of whines “but now you’re sat here fucking my cock dumb.” Matthew cupped the back of your head bringing you even closer to him as your hand went behind your bodies finding your clit “want it so bad.” You felt your breathing grow irregular as you struggled to focus “fill me up Mat.” You pleaded beginning to cry as pleasure built up in your body.

Those words were like butter to your husband who tugged at your lower lip between his teeth “won’t last when you speak like that.” Matthew groaned shaking his head as your cunt clenched around his throbbing cock “me too.” You stammered feeling the room around you grow hot as your legs began to shake.

Sounds of skin slapping echoed between you both as your face began to contort “go ahead baby.” Matthew ordered as his cock could only handle so much of this before he came himself “milk my cock pretty girl.” His tongue swiped over your ear lobe finally sending you over the edge.

Low grumbles left your lips as you clamped around his cock in spurts as the movements of your fingers strumming against your clit struggled to keep you focused “s-shit Matt.” You croaked out as your vision went blurry making your eyes screw shut as white specks cascaded over your eyelids “don’t stop.” You pleaded finally getting shut up when he embraced your lips in a hungry kiss.

Matthew wasn’t far behind you as his chest began to grow tight but at the moment he was focused on fucking you through your orgasm “such a pretty girl.” He mewled flaring his nostrils as the coil in his stomach snapped “fuck!” Matthew took the hand that was once behind your head and now pressed it against the arm of the couch to keep himself up.

Your cunt was coated with his release making you smile as he continued to slowly fuck you “gotta make sure it all stays in there baby.” Your husband teased as he pecked your lips.

The moment that was so small was full of so much love between you both that you almost didn’t hear the knock at the door.

Key word, almost.

Brady had been sent up to see where the two of you were “I get you’re a happy couple you two but if we could go downstairs and act like I haven’t just heard that I’d be happy.” His words made your cheeks turn red as you were only met with the sound of Matthews laughter.

Matthew pecked your lips as he smiled “down in a sec!” The panthers player yelled back as he sat up straight hearing the sounds of his brothers footsteps leaving the hallway. His hand reached down to your panties that were on the floor as he smiled “you serious about wanting my babies?” Matthew looked to you for confirmation as you placed your legs in his lap “so serious.” You nodded smiling as he did the same.

The hockey player helped slide your panties over your legs and pressed against your cunt “gotta make sure you don’t lose any of that then.” It made you squirm as you thought about keeping his load of inside of you “now as much as I wanna stay here with you.” Matthew sighed as he brushed your hair out of your face.

You let your lips form a pout already thinking about what he was going to say “we should probably get back before they send him back up here.” There was a hint of amusement in his voice as he pecked your lips “would hate for him to have to hear what you sound like when I have your cock in my mouth.” You smirked seeing Matthew process the image in his mind.

Using the little energy you had you got up and giggled “you’re sending me to an early grave.” Matthew groaned pressing his head into the pillow behind him.

As he watched you place your hands on your hips “that’s why you married me Tkachuk.” You spun around and walked to your dress letting him stare at your ass.

Matthew was living, the life.

[shiny-jr]

how to steal a heart (I)

[ a dummy's guide on how to steal the heart of a poor pathetic man ]

- Warning: Yes, this is still a yandere thing. You have been warned. Female reader. 

- Note: This has been an idea (heavily inspired by Howl's Moving Castle) I had in my docs since fall 2022. I was talking to a mutual about how writing on Tumblr vs Quotev feels very different. If I leave something unfinished on Quotev, I feel incredibly guilty which prevents me from posting new stories. However, on Tumblr, I don't feel as guilty. Not sure why. Anyways, I know most of my followers here don't care for my ocs, and I've been wanting to post this for so long. So instead of posting on Quotev, I'll post it on here just to get rid of the urge to share this story (might delete this later). This is the same story I posted that little screenshot of not too long ago, and that screenshot was basically just the prologue chapter. So yeah. Hope you enjoy?

IN WHICH THERE IS A SEAMSTRESS . . .

Black smoke concealed the window like a thick veil as the walls around her shook. It was a sure sign that the train was inching by. The screech from its whistle and clanking against the railroad tracks, so loud that it must’ve been heard over a mile away, only confirmed her guess. Her hands continued to cut smoothly through the linen fabric, separating enough to fulfill another order placed this morning. As the young woman worked to separate the colors and gather more material, the corner of her eyes caught sight of the smoke concealing her perfect view. 

The train’s fading motion and clanging against the tracks was eventually replaced by chatter just outside her workshop. It all became background noise, as she began to utilize the sewing machine. Lines formed over the cloth, blending it and connecting so they formed an article of clothing. Needles, pins, and scissors cut and dug deep through the cloth. Buttons of all shapes and sizes were neatly organized in little boxes, so she could easily take what she needed. Time just seemed to fly as she worked so quietly and efficiently, oblivious to the hours ticking by. Any other noise fell on deaf ears, even as a knock resounded on the firm wooden door that happened to be wide open already. 

A pause before the person tried again, knocking a little louder again. “(Y/n)?” 

Snapping out of her efficient trance, the tailor snapped to attention and straightened her sitting posture. Gazing at the door and back the window where the sun was much lower than before, it took her a moment to figure out what exactly was going on and what time it was. It was later in the day, and the woman at the door was Dalena… Well, everyone called her Ma Dalena because she was a kind older lady who tended to see the young female tailors as her own children. At least, most of the tailors. 

“We closed up five minutes ago. You can go now.” Ma Dalena gave an encouraging smile that displayed the dimples on her skin, showing signs of age evident by the wrinkles. Judging by her long dress and small woven handbag hanging from her wrist, it was probably safe to assume that she had evening plans. “Why not spend the rest of the day with us?” 

Us. Correct she was again. As welcoming as the invitation was to join Ma Dalena and the other tailors, she wasn’t willing to join them anymore. Not after the first time when she dared to venture with them. After shifts, the tailors had a tradition of going out into town. Not that it was a bad thing. But they used their time cafe hopping, searching for flirtatious men to satisfy their need for affection. Oftentimes, they would get caught up with the pushy kind. And ever since some troops from the military have returned from their duties, well… encountering a bunch of men who hadn’t felt the touch of a woman in months, was not ideal. At least for her. 

Taking her foot off the pedal to pause her work and silence the sewing machine, she pretended to consider the invitation before mustering a polite smile with a shake of her head. “Hm… It sounds nice. But I promised the client I would finish this so they can pick it up tomorrow. So I’ll stay, but have fun. Have another drink in my place, alright?” 

Ma Dalena merely nodded in understanding, her polite smile turning somber as she turned on her two-inch heels and began walking to the front entrance. The chatter of the other tailors ready and eager for the rest of the day off, went quiet as she announced, “We’re leaving now. Hurry now if you’re coming!” 

The chatter resumed, accompanied by the sound of more heels tapping quickly against the wooden floors in an effort for the straying members to catch up with the group. They complimented each other's outfits they spent days making by hand, discussing various fashion trends, gossiping about clients and others in town. 

In a way, she did and she didn’t regret accepting the invitation. It may have been nice to have good company for once, but it never felt right when she was present within their clique. It was as if she were trying to forcefully add a puzzle piece to an already complete puzzle, which is why she stopped forcing it. She wouldn’t want to sit there awkwardly during tea, unsure what to say as they spoke so confidently and loudly. It felt as if she were an imposter, someone trying to disguise themselves to blend in. It was why she worked in a small separate room, away from everyone else. That, and because she was the fastest tailor there. Part of her wondered if Ma Dalena was beginning to dislike her since she turned down invitation after invitation. But how was she to explain what she was feeling, when it would only sound like whining? 

Drowning out her thoughts with work to occupy the space in her mind, she pressed her foot against the pedal and began sewing once more. The loud hum of the machine filled her ears as it worked against the red cloth under her fingertips. This was the way it was supposed to be. Mindlessly spending her waking hours working at a craft she didn’t excel at, but was decent enough to earn wages in. All while wondering what could’ve been, and secretly hoping that maybe soon there is something that can be–– 

“Look! Look out there! It’s Reyes’ temple!” 

“Reyes?!”

“Where? I don’t see it!” 

“There! Over the hill!” 

Now that was something you don’t see everyday. Everyone retreated back to the window, desperate to catch a glimpse, even Ma Dalena. Halting her work once again, (Y/n) too was the tiniest bit curious. 

In truth, magicians failed to interest her, not that she had an opportunity to see them much anyways. But all those in Etére knew to be cautious of two particular magic wielders: La Bruja de Bruez, the Witch of Bruez, and Reyes Ladrón de Corazones, Reyes the Thief of Hearts. The pair were like the local boogeymen, tales of their horrendous deeds spreading and becoming bedtime stories for children in order to scare them into good behavior. 

Ever since her youth, she heard stories of La Bruja de Bruez. It was said that she was a wicked woman who’s lived for over a hundred years. A slight against her is taken seriously, and she curses those she comes across. But she was no mere fairytale. The witch has been a thorn in the country’s side for a long time, as she terrorizes the towns she visits. There hasn’t been much action taken against her, because she’s so powerful that hardly anyone stands a chance and she’s so elusive. Besides, the royal family don’t particularly care if the witch curses a random citizen every month or so, as long as they don’t have to risk pawns in their own arsenal of magicians just to take her down. 

Only a few years ago, a second magician with fearsome spells and a horrible reputation, appeared. Reyes Ladrón de Corazones, or more commonly known as Reyes, was another brujo many feared, although not as much as his counterpart from Bruez. There were rumors, yes, but they were more lighthearted with little evidence to ever back up the claims. While the Bruja de Bruez spared no one, it was said that Reyes chose to pursue only young beautiful women. If you asked around town, half of the population would consider him a threat, while the other half would giggle and whisper about his rumored good looks. Maybe that’s how he lured them in? With charms. Either way, he was a cause for concern. It was said that at a young age after abandoning his position as apprentice under the royal sorceress, the most powerful known magician, he not only challenged her but won and stripped her of her powers. Of course, no one can neither confirm nor deny it, as the king kept a tight lid on the situation and supposedly those who approach Reyes meet a terrible fate. But his abode was proof enough of his sheer strength. It was like a castle, a temple wandering on mechanical legs, rumored to not only be fueled by magic but also made of it.

Through the mist and low hanging clouds, just over the rolling hills on the horizon she could make out the distinct shape of a temple. A magnificent temple that appears so small from so far away. But she knew that it was a beast, a titan wandering the wilderness where very few dared to venture. It prowled around on its mechanical legs, spewing black smoke as the only trail it left behind. Reyes’ moving temple disappeared behind the clouds, seemingly vanishing from sight. Onlookers within the tailor shop could only awe and wonder aloud what the brujo was like, what was true and what was not, their minds creating horrible fears and outlandish fantasies that would take root as rumors. 

Lowering her gaze back to her work, she resumed once more, but the rumors overpowered the hum of her machine until their words reached her. The other tailors proceeded back to the front entrance, marveling about what they just witnessed. Was he hiding from soldiers practicing their flights just outside the town? Did you hear that he literally steals the hearts of women, but only beautiful ones? Someone said that a pretty waitress on the other side of town had her own heart torn out and stolen by Reyes just last week! 

The door was shut and she was alone, left with her work and the noise outside. Swiftly she worked, able to repair tears and wears with ease and create other things. Able to get lost in the work for much longer, until she felt the ground shake and the screech of another whistle. The afternoon train. It’s smoke covering her window once again. It was getting late already. Not wishing to waste the rest of the day by continuing work or go to bed with a book she had already read twice, she switched off the machine and organized all the tools back into their places. Brushing off all stray strings from her dress, she then rearranged her completed work thus far and prepared to have a different kind of day. 

Today, she would try to make it a can be sort of day. Even if it meant just visiting a close friend like Lía at the bakery. Just putting out the effort to go out today was more than she was usually willing. Although wishing it would be something special, a proper can be day without even trying, was like wishing to be acknowledged by a person you admire but never once talked to, it was much like winging it on a test without studying and praying you would get a perfect score even though knowing that it’s almost near impossible. But it isn’t statistically completely impossible, so you cling to that thin shred of hope that’s as taut as a piece of string. 

The whirring of small planes buzzed overhead, the flying machines brandishing their flags like the proud and numerous soldiers. On nearly every home and business, there was the flag hanging over the door, a symbol of patriotism and support of the war effort. (Y/n) quickly crossed the streets and reached the trolley station that would take her further into town. Right now there was not a soldier in sight, but that was sure to change the closer to the center of town she got. She only prayed that there wouldn’t be any trouble with them. 

The trolleys were full, people all going towards the center of town, in the same direction the planes overhead flew towards. If she had to guess, most of the people within the trolley were likely friends or family of returning soldiers. All giddy from the victory high of a major battle just won. 

While watching the scenery go by, she wondered how Lía was fairing. 

It was because of Lía and her family that she now worked in a tailor shop. (Y/n)’s parents had met an unfortunate end while traveling outside the kingdom. They were doctors dedicated to a good cause, determined to stay in dangerous war torn lands to heal and treat the poorest of folks. While she was busy with school and often alone but checked on by family friends, her parents were saving people an ocean away in a faraway land where Milavi’s war had spread. They had been too close to Milavi claimed territory, likely mistaken for doctors healing rebels, and were thus punished for their good deeds. With no one left to turn to, her family’s closest friend, Señor Obregón, adopted (Y/n) and treated her as one of his own. 

Señor Obregón was a quiet but respectable man that spent his time either working or with his family. He was the one that taught her how to sew, knit, and tailor, after she became curious of his skills. There were two other girls, Lía and Cova, a few years younger than (Y/n), which is why she became the oldest sibling. Lía was the beauty admired all throughout their childhood and still beloved to this day. She most resembled her mother, but she wasn’t half as vain. Cova was the youngest and somehow the smartest, as she was able to quickly grasp the concepts from lessons even in (Y/n)’s class, despite being a few grade levels apart. She mostly resembled her father and his own wits. Then there was her, (Y/n), who had… whatever was left. Of course she never held any resentment toward her sisters, since they were always well behaved but perhaps a bit annoying with their squabbles. Lastly, was Señora Obregón, Rosita, who she just called Tia Rosa for short, was never rude or dismissive to her. Tia Rosa was actually very outgoing and talkative, but she was the sort of woman that wouldn’t be caught dead wearing something from last season. She desired the finer things in life and settled for no less, which is probably why Señor Obregón ended up in an early grave due to working himself to death just to try and afford the luxuries his wife craved. 

Immediately after the funeral, while they were still dressed head-to-toe in black and their eyes were puffy from crying, Rosita sat all three of her daughters for a conversation about the future. It would be impossible for her to keep them all in school, especially considering she hadn’t worked a day in her life. However, she wasn’t cruel enough to just toss her young girls out into the streets with nowhere to go. So, she devised a plan for each girl. Cova would be able to best utilize her smarts in a challenging field full of promise, which is why she was sent to a good witch in the next town over, to become an apprentice in magic. Lía was already very popular around town, she would thrive in a social environment like the bakery on main street where to this day men constantly asked for her hand. As for her, (Y/n), she would stay here in Obregón’s tailor shop, where Tia Rosa deemed was best fit. Afterall, she did know how to carry on the business, she had even helped their reputation grow substantially as more people came in every day and profits increased. Although, she hardly had the time to spend the earnings on herself, that’s what Tia Rosa was there for. Rather, never there for. She’d collect earnings from the business (Y/n) ran and would disappear for weeks or months at a time to another town or city. But that's besides the point… 

By now, the trolley she was on was near the center of town that happened to be within blocks away, the streets became crowded with people walking on foot. On roads below bridges, there were lines of military tanks rolling by. Not much further in, the sidewalks were jam packed with hundreds, upon thousands, of people. Confetti rained down, banners and flags were strung from every corner and door. Every window was occupied as citizens cheered and waved at the parade of temporary victors, a show of military strength. Soldiers in their crisp uniforms marched in unified lines, cavalry on horseback carried large flags. 

As the density of the crowds increased, and the volume of cheers and the parade along with it, she felt her heart beat louder. This was too much, it was too loud, she couldn’t even think…! But she had come this far, to go back home now when she was so close would be a little pathetic. Avoiding the commotion like a plague, she decided it best to take the maze of alleyways to calm her nerves. There were hardly any people on those backstreets, just the occasional stationed soldier. Focusing her gaze on the war propaganda posters on the brick and clay walls underneath window boxes filled with colorful flowers, she pretended to carefully study them as she increased her pace from a calm stroll to a quick speed walk, examining the items as if they were the most fascinating objects she ever saw. Really, she’d rather not make awkward eye contact with the soldiers on guard that watched her like a hawk, which is why she hurried along until they were out of sight.

Now that she was alone, with the crowds and their entertainment separated from her by walls of homes and businesses, she felt relief as the once loud sounds melted into background noise. For now she could concentrate on the address scribbled out on the folded piece of paper in her hands, and her anxiety could be replaced with confusion as she attempted to navigate these small hidden paths. This was only the second time she was on this path, since (Y/n) barely had time to ever go out due to work and her own incompetence. The first was on a holiday some weeks ago when the shop closed early, which granted her a few hours to venture on the main roads to the bakery where her friend worked. This was the second time, and she’s never taken the back roads, which was why she couldn’t tell left from right here. 

Just in time, she looked up from her note to stop her feet from moving, as she came face-to-face with an obstacle. It wasn’t another dead end, this obstacle wore clothing and golden pins, and had a head that could easily look down from his height and see the top of her hat. Immediately she stiffened up and took a step back, hesitantly forcing her eyes to look up at the smiling soldier that casually leaned against the wall. 

The young man only appeared amused as she jumped a step back in surprise. (Y/n) noticed that delighted sparkle in his eyes, as if her skittish self and startled reaction was his entertainment for the afternoon. Before she could open her mouth to mutter an apology and force her head down to continue ahead, the man leaned just a few inches closer to get a better look at her face hidden by the rim of her colorfully embroidered sun hat. “Huh, just like a mouse. Are you lost?” 

A mouse… A skittish field mouse. Would that then make him a rat or a predator? Holding her tongue so not as to speak her mind, she merely shook her head. Offending a soldier would not be good. Not that she had the confidence to say the quick comeback that came to mind anyways. “No… I’m not lost.” That was a lie. 

The young soldier persisted, refusing to move off the path as he continued to block her way. “You look lost. Say, what do you say to an invitation to tea? Afterwards, we can go over directions and escort you to where you’re heading.” Even his partner in patrol, an older gentleman, also a soldier but likely more experienced by at least a few years, moved from his post and approached in curiosity. 

As the second man stepped closer, she could distinctly hear his polished shoes tapping in a steady rhythm as he stood beside his friend. Her own heart rate easily outpaced his steps, and it wasn’t increasing due to excitement, it was due to growing unease. Yes, she knew rationally that these soldiers likely meant no harm and merely wanted to flirt, but her mind could only conjure up the worst possible scenarios as she reminded herself that they outnumbered her, they were stronger, and they had their long firearms strapped to their backs. Keeping her head down, she replied, “Thank you, but no. I’m supposed to be meeting up with someone.” 

Just like the first did, the second soldier bent down a bit to peer at her features. Just like his accomplice, he wore an amused smile as he shook his head and remarked. “A mouse? That’s not very nice. Don’t worry, you’re much better than a simple little mouse.” 

Rolling his eyes, the younger soldier only continued, “If you’re old enough to drink, we can go to a bar if that’s more your style? Do you live around here?” 

This was getting ridiculous. Did they never learn to accept rejection? No means no, even children could comprehend that. But for now, she was at their mercy, no one would come to help her here. It would be up to them to decide she was no use for any fun and let her go, or continue to persist for their selfish desires. “No. Please let me pass.” 

Barely phased by her firm reply, the younger of the two turned to his partner and scoffed, “See? I told you the girls don’t like the beard you’re growing out. It scares them.” 

It’s as if her plea went through one ear and out the other, not swaying them in even the slightest bit. The older gentleman merely rubbed the stubble on his chin, “It makes me look better. Besides, I’m sure she doesn’t mind. She might even prefer a man with facial hair.” Actually, the word gentleman did not describe him well. 

In that moment she was wondering, would she truly risk it all just to snap back in reply? It must’ve felt so satisfying, but was it necessary? Later, would she come to regret her decision or revel in it? Would she seriously use this sprouting frustration, minimal not only compared to her current fears but also in the grand scheme of things, to temporarily push past her anxiety and say something…? Probably not. As annoying as these men were, like the constant buzz of a pestersome fly, they hadn’t caused any harm except to waste a bit of her precious free time. 

“Ah, there you are, mi corazón. I was worried about you.” A smooth and silky voice interrupted.

[sebuckyverse]

for a good time, call [5]

modern!rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader

series summary: Eddie Munson is a burnt out rockstar, touring the country. When he finds a phone number written on a bathroom wall, he strikes an unusual friendship with a coffee shop barista who has no idea who he is.

warnings: 18+ cussing, smut, p in v sex, protected + unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, oral (f! receiving), dirty talk, flirting, self-doubt, mutual pining, angst, strangers to friends to lovers; lmk if i missed anything word count: 8,2k damn

an: the final chapter!! i can't believe it's over, i'm sweating!! MERRY CHRISTMAS BABIES i hope you like it as always, pls let me know. don’t forget to reblog babes! <3 btw we can always do more blurbs and HC's about this fic, i am down for anything! and requests are open as well! mwah! also i wrote half of this on my phone sorry if it's shit

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A lot of good things happened to Eddie last night. He closed a deal with his future new manager, starting their collaboration early in the new year when he fulfills his current contract and he would be free to leave. He had a long talk with his band when they were alone, finding out that they were also unhappy with the way things had been going on so far. Then there was the show - it was different, good. Eddie was nervous, which he hadn't felt for a long time and he was excited. He loved the show, he was happy again. Simply because he knew you were there, watching him. He wore his best outfit, played his favourite guitar that night, he even added a touch of eyeliner to his look, which is something he used to do in his early days, when he was still performing to the local drunks back home.

But then everything went to shit. They had just come off stage, tired but in high spirits. Eddie's fingers were still tingling from all the playing, a bead of sweat running down his temple as he dropped down to the couch in the middle of the dressing room. He rested his head on the back of the worn out couch and closed his eyes for a minute, just enjoying the moment. His heart was still racing, but it wouldn't calm down now, not when he was anxiously waiting for you. There was a knock on the door, Eddies eyes popped open. It's only been a minute, he didn't expect you so soon.

The door flew open and in walked a girl, but not the one he was looking for. This girl, he knew very well, though he wish he didn't. Madeline. The press had picked up a scent they were dating about a year ago, Eddie didn't have to think too hard about who might have leaked it. Yes, they actually went on a date once, but nothing ever came of it. Eddie had realized his mistake on taking her out half way through the date. She was pretty and very ambitious, but it wasn't hard to see what she was really after. Not Eddie, his heart or soul, but something she deemed more valuable - the immediate popularity she would get once she'd bag him, not to mention the money of course. He remained a gentleman throughout the date but told her in the car later, when he offered to drop her home, that nothing would ever come of this.

Eddie thought it would end there, but every once in a while, she would pop back up. He blocked her number, when she tried to call him. He even banned her from coming to his shows, so the fact that she was here right now, was unpredicted. Her wild eyes quickly meet his uncertain ones and she jumps on the couch, too close for comfort. ''Eddie! Great show, as always. You're such a rockstar.''

Eddie subtly shifted away from her, trying to put distance between them. ''Madeline, what are you doing here?''

''Came to see you, silly,'' she yakked, resting her manicured hand on his knee, unphased when he immediately pulled away.

''Look,'' he sighed. ''I appreciate that and everything, but you need to leave. I'm expecting someone.''

''Oh, who?'' she asked.

''That's not your concern.''

''So it's a girl then,'' she stated, pouting her lips.

Eddie's patience was running thin, he fought the urge to roll his eyes. ''Madeline, for the 100th time - I am not interested in you. You need to accept that.''

''I find that hard to believe, Eddie. Your body is saying something different, it's hot against mine.'' Madeline scooted closer and pressed her body against his, their thighs touching.

''Are you out of your mind? I just did a show.'' Eddie was baffled, Madeline was annoying but she usually took the hint. She was now close enough that he could see her bloodshot eyes up close, then she sniffed. She was high, he realized, probably on something stronger. From his peripheral vision, Eddie could see one of the guys walk to the door, opening it.

''No, Eddie. I've never been more sane.'' She grabbed him by the shoulders and smashed her lipgloss sticky lips onto his with enough force to knock the wind out of him, catching him totally off guard.

It took two seconds for his senses to kick back in and to push her off. He held Madeline by the elbows, keeping her at arm's length. But it was too late. He turned to the door and there you were, looking at him. He didn't have to guess that it was you, he got that same feeling he always got when he talked to you. His tummy tingled, heart swelled, but this time it was tainted with enormous remorse. Your eyes were glossy with unshed tears, lips trembling. When the first tear rolled down your cheek, you turned and disappeared back towards the exit.

Eddie shot up from the couch and chased after you, the door slamming shut behind him. ''Y/N! Wait, please!''

''Don't bother, Eddie,'' you shot back, voice strained and shaking.

''This isn't what it looks like, I swear,'' Eddie pleaded with you, catching up and stopping in front of you. ''Please, let me explain.''

''Move,'' you deadpanned, face vacant of any emotion except for the two dried streaks running down your cheeks. Eddie placed his hands on your upper arms, to stop you from leaving, which you instantly jerked away from, like you'd been burned.

''Please,'' he begged, ''give me a chance to explain everything.''

''Just let me leave, Eddie,'' you wiped your face, arms crossing in front of you. You refused to look at him and he couldn't ignore the stab in his heart.

''Give me five minutes and I will do anything you want,'' Eddie pleaded, dipping his head trying to catch your eyes.

Locking eyes with him, you relented. ''Two minutes.''

''The girl you saw was Madeline, we went out once a year ago and she's been trying to snake her way into my life ever since. I'm not interested her and never was. I don't know how she got in tonight, she's high on something and then she kissed me.''

''Her instagram said you sent her VIP tickets,'' you said.

''That's bullshit. I didn't send her anything but I think I know who did,'' he defended.

You considered his words for a moment, before unlinking your arms and straightening your back. ''Okay, your two minutes is up. Now, you said something about doing anything I wanted?''

''Yeah?'' he asked, sounding a bit hopeful.

''Don't contact me again, Eddie.'' With that, you pushed past him, leaving the arena, taking his heart with him.

.•♫•♬•

Back in your car, you drove the few miles to your apartment instead of going back to your parents' house. You didn't have the strength to face Robin or answer any questions tonight. You dragged yourself up the stairs and pushed inside, locking the door afterwards. You stood in the middle of your living room, gathering your thoughts. The silence seemed extra haunting at this moment, seeping into your bones. You sat on the couch, kicking your boots off. Lifting your legs up, you laid down on your side, pulling a sage green fleece blanket over your shivering form, pulling it up to your chin.

When you closed your eyes, the only thing you saw were their locked lips.

After a pretty sleepless night, you decided to get up when you were awoken by the booming of thunder. You'd kept on the same position the entire night, you groaned when you stretched out on the small couch. You found your purse on the floor and fished out your phone, anticipating the amount of messages or calls from Eddie, but you found nothing. Defeated, you sighed and threw it aimlessly on the cushion next to you. You didn't know why you were disappointed, you specifically told him not to contact you. Still, there was a part of you that hoped he would... what, fight for you? He respected your wishes yet it still stung.

You waited until it was an appropriate time and called Robin to fill her in on the details, telling her you would drive back shortly. She gasped when you told her how you found Eddie in his dressing room, but Cherry was the one who spoke up, indicating Robin put the phone on speaker. ''I knew it was a good choice to bring my pepper spray. That girl needs to be sprayed immediately.''

''Wait, who are you talking about?'' you asked, mouth full of buttery toast.

''Madeline, duh,'' she said matter-of-factly.

''I'm lost,'' Robin chimed in.

''Yeah, me too. Do you know her?'' you asked.

''Not personally, but I've read about her. She's a leech, only interested in being relevant.''

You thought about what Eddie said last night. He didn't invite her and she kissed him. Were you wrong about everything? No, if Madeline was only interested in fame, what would her kissing Eddie in private get her?

''It doesn't matter, I asked him not to contact me anymore and he hasn't. So, it's over.''

.•♫•♬•

Eddie was hunched over the table at breakfast, playing around with some pieces of broccoli. He didn't want to interact with anyone and he certainly didn't want anybody seeing him either, he took a good look in the mirror before and it wasn't pretty. His eyes were sunken, red rimmed from lack of sleep and overthinking. Last night was a fucking disaster. After you stormed out of the place, Eddie walked back to his dressing room, where Madeline was still perched on the couch, chatting with his manager now.

Swallowing down all of the word that were fighting to escape, instead he took a deep breath and asked Madeline to leave, threatening her with a restraining order if she ever contacted him again. It seemed to click for her, finally and she scurried out of the room.

''You sent her the tickets?'' he asked, looking straight at his soon to be former manager.

''Yes, Ed. She's pretty, could have done for some good publicity if you hadn't sent her away,'' he barely looked back at him, typing on his phone.

''You're fired.''

Looking up from his phone, he finally seemed to be alert. ''What?''

''I said, you're fired.'' Eddies fists were clenched, nostrils flared as he tried to keep his composure.

''You can't fire me, buddy, we still have a contract.''

''I'll pay you whatever I owe, with interest, just get fucking lost.''

His manager slipped his phone into his pocket and walked over to him. ''You're making a big mistake, Eddie.''

''I'd say it's the best decision I've ever made.''

''You're gonna regret this,'' his manager pointed a finger at him, stabbing it into his chest. From the corner of his eye, the other guys had joined Eddie's side.

''Doubtful,'' one of them said.

There was a tense stand off, before their manager relented and stormed out of the room, shouting something about lawyers.

Eddie sighed and fell onto the couch. He just fired his manager and they still have some shows to play, he needed to figure out what to do. But that could wait, he had more pressing matters, like how to get you back.

Eddie shook last night's memories from his mind and left the breakfast area, returning to his room. He pulled up the number for Julie, his soon to be new manager and gave her a call. Eddie was relieved when she was happy to hear from him, offering to meet up before the show and to discuss anything he needed, pro bono as she said, since she's not working for him technically, yet. Eddie had to hung up with her when there was a knock on his door. He rushed to open the door, already aware who it was.

There he stood, Wayne Munson himself, Eddie's hero. They embraced each other, Eddie breathing in his uncle's scent of cigarettes and straight black coffee. ''I'm so glad you're here.''

''Me too, kid.'' Wayne let him go and gave him a once over. ''Are you alright? You look like shit, to be blunt.''

Eddie smirked, sadly though. ''Not really.''

They sat down on Eddie's bed and he filled his uncle in on everything that had happened yesterday and prior to that too. He needed Wayne's guidance, who listened carefully and never interrupted until Eddie was finished.

''Wow,'' Wayne sighed. ''Have to say, this is an interesting way to meet someone.''

''Yeah, I... I really like this girl. I fucked up, big time,'' Eddie rubbed his hands together, only concentrating on the carpet beneath their feet.

''Don't be too hard on yourself, son. Both of you were hurt, by someone else's actions.''

''I could've stopped it though, before it even happened. I should have just kicked Madeline out as soon as I saw her. I don't- I don't know why I didn't to that.''

''People pleaser,'' Wayne smirked. ''Look, just give if a few days I say. You'll have time to process everything and think about what you really want. You have to evaluate your life, your career and find out where she fits in. I'm sure she's thinking the same thing. She has her own life and aspirations, if she wants to be with you, she'll have to make difficult choices, too.'' Wayne put a hand on Eddie's shoulder, squeezing it. Eddie looked at him and nodded along.

''So what should I do?''

''Well, if you want romantic advice from an old grump like me,'' Wayne chuckled, ''You should tell her how you feel and see what she thinks. If you let this go, you might regret it for the rest of your life. Take it from me...''

Eddie looked at his uncle, eyebrows raised in disbelief. ''You? I had no idea you-''

Wayne waved him off. ''It was ages ago, kid. Don't make the same mistake I did, is what I'm saying.''

Eddie nodded in response, taking everything in. ''Thank you. You're still coming tonight, right?'

''Wouldn't miss it for the world.''

• • • • • •

Things were looking up. After meeting with Julie, things were looking up. Eddie couldn't break his contract or obligations, but Julie did manage to postpone the rest of the shows so he and the band could have three weeks off to recharge. After the second show, Eddie spent the next day catching up with Wayne, showing him the city. He was sad when his uncle had to fly back, but grateful they had rekindled their relationship, Eddie promised to keep in touch and he had been keeping his promise.

Right now though, he was on his way to get coffee, and something else. He was as incognito as he could get, hoodie pulled over his head, glasses perched up his nose. He hadn't spoken to you for a week and it was like his lifeline was draining. He'd gone by the shop once before, a couple of days ago but instead of going in, he walked straight past when he noticed you were at the counter. Today though, he would walk straight in, whatever happened. And he did, walking up to the empty counter, his heart threatening to burst out of his chest.

''She's not here,'' a voice called from his right. Eddie turned to see the same girl he already met, Robin, standing with two empty coffee cups. She didn't look pleased to see him, unlike last time.

''I'm actually here to see you.''

''Oh? Why's that?'' she rounded the counter, putting the cups down and leaning on her hands, staring him right in the eyes.

Eddie felt like he was under a spotlight, fidgeting with his ringed fingers. ''I-I need your help. Please.''

''With what?''

''To get Y/N back.''

Robin scoffed. ''What about your girlfriend?''

''I don't have a girlfriend,'' Eddie defended. ''I'd like one, though.''

That made Robin's cold façade falter and she sighed. ''Fine.''

Eddie recoiled, looking around if he was being pranked. ''Really?''

''Yeah, dumbass.'' Robin rolled her eyes. ''She's sad and it's your fault, but-.''

''I know, I know,'' he rushed out, holding his arms out. ''I ruined everything and I'm trying to fix it. But I need your help.''

''Don't interrupt me,'' she scolded and Eddie mumbled a sorry, looking like a kicked puppy. ''Like I was saying, she's sad and it's your fault, but she misses you, I can tell. I'm only doing this for her, not for you. So what do you need?''

''I'm not sure, exactly. Something that would help me get on her good graces again. What are her favorite flowers, for example?''

''Tulips, white ones. How do you plan on delivering these to her anyway?''

''I was hoping you'll tell me where she lives?'' Eddie pleaded.

Robin bit her lip, thinking about it, then groaned into the empty café. ''If I'm going to reveal her address, you're going to have to go all out. I was planning on giving it to her for Christmas, but this will definitely get you on her good side. She has a record player at home, she's been looking for a vinyl of R.E.M.'s 'Out of Time' album, but she hasn't found it yet. I'm sure someone of your.. occupation can get hands on that in no time.'' She also took a piece of paper and wrote down your address and apartment number.

''Thank you!'' Eddie beamed brighter than the sun, turning to leave. ''Whatever you need - I owe you big time.''

''Free entrance for life, Eddie!'' Robin called from behind him.

.•♫•♬•

Tiredly dragging your feet up the stairs, you hauled two grocery bags behind you, plus a tote bag over your shoulder. After an entire day of walking around, your boots felt heavier than usual, your feet sore and back aching. Reaching the final step, you stopped in your tracks when you saw a figure standing in front of your door, sulking in the darkness of the hallway. You relaxed a bit when you saw the outline of long hair. He noticed you too, standing straight where he was leaning on the concrete wall.

''Hi,'' he said quietly. You took a few steps closer and dropped the bags next to your feet, searching for your keys. Pushing the key in, you unlocked your door and stepped in, flicking the light on.

''Hi,'' you turned to look at him, keeping the door open, your heart swooning at the white tulips he was holding, a long with what seems to be a vinyl record. ''Can you grab the bags?''

Eddie managed to get all the bags into your kitchen without dropping anything.

''Thank you,'' you whispered, leaning against the counter, your hands tied together. ''What's that?''

Eddie looked at the things he was holding and handed the flowers first. ''They're for you.''

You took the flowers from him and inhaled the bouquet. You grabbed a vase and filled it with water, popping the flowers into it.

''I also got you this,'' he held out the vinyl and you saw it was the album you had been wanting for a while. You expected Robin to give it to you for Christmas, actually.

''Eddie, I-. How did you know about this?'' You took the record from him, hugging it to your chest.

''Robin told me,'' he smiled bashfully, rubbing his neck.

''Of course she did. I don't know what to say. Thank you, so much.''

There was a brief awkward pause where Eddie didn't know what to do, neither did you. Should he leave? Should you offer him tea or coffee? You kept staring at the floor and Eddie looked at everywhere but you. When the thick silence was stretched long enough, it seemed to shake Eddie out of his trance, he reached his hand out but quickly lowered it again.

''I'm... I'm really sorry for what happened. You were right to get upset. I should have handled things better, but I fucked up. I never meant to hurt you and I'm so, so sorry. I like you, a lot, and I can't stand the fact this might be over before it even started. You're kind, funny and so beautiful it hurts. I know I've already asked you this once, but I'm asking again - please, give me one last chance.''

You looked at him, really looked at him for the first time. His big, stunningly brown eyes, that held so many emotions, you could only pick up a few - fear, sorrow, maybe hope. Perfect nose with a thin gold hoop through the left nostril, plump lips with the sharpest cupid's bow and possibly the greatest head of hair you'd ever seen. His dark brown mane was framing his face, bangs shielding his eyebrows, the soft waves falling onto his shoulders. Black leather jacket with a red flannel underneath, another crisp white shirt peeking out underneath. Simple black jeans and combat boots, three heavy rings on his left hand, one simple ring on the other.

You'd called him pretty before, but he was so much more in real life. He was soft and inviting, but with an edge to him. You felt a pull towards him, you wanted nothing more than to put the record down and jump into his arms. It was hard to look away from his awaiting eyes, so you turned your back to him, placing the vinyl on your kitchen counter.

''Eddie, I forgive you. I understand it wasn't your fault, but I'm not sure if we would work. Romantically speaking...''

''What? Why would you think that?''

You turned to face him again, your throat constricting when you tried to speak. ''I-I just... You're you and I'm me. We live completely different lives. I'm not interested in a long distance relationship.''

''I get it, I've thought about that too,'' he took a step closer ''but we can make it work. I have two weeks off right now and when we finish the rest of the tour, I'm going to take a long break, months long. Shit, maybe even a couple of years. I want to make this work, if you'd let me. I want to take you out on dates, show you the world, see you on the side of the stage when I'm back on it some day.''

Eddie took his hand and gently placed it on your neck, his thumb rubbing the apple of your cheek when you closed your eyes to the touch. ''I'm scared.''

''You don't have to be scared, I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere if you don't want me to,'' Eddie whispered, you could feel his face leaning closer to you so you opened your eyes, hypnotized by the brown irises staring back at you. His eyes dipped down to your lips for a second, then came back again.

''I don't want you to go,'' you whispered, gripping the edge of the counter behind your back.

''Yeah? What do you want then?'' His nose brushed yours, lips so close you could already feel the warmth of his skin.

''You.''

Eddie's lips finally brushed yours and everything else faded away. It was just the two of you, in the middle of your kitchen, diving into the unknowns. The kiss was feather light, like he was afraid to have more, fearing you would pull away too soon. But you craved more, so you grabbed the back of his neck and drew him closer, earning a soft hum from him. Eddie's other hand found your waist, circling it with new found confidence and holding you close. His lips massaged yours, poking his tongue out to run it over the seam of your mouth. Granting him access, you let out a tiny moan when he happily licked into your mouth.

He whined when you pulled away too soon. ''About that date you mentioned...''

''Yeah?'' he asked, settling his forehead against yours, stealing one more quick kiss.

''I was planning on staying in tonight, just hanging out. W-would you like to stay? I could make dinner and later we could watch a movie, or something.''

''That sounds perfect.''

.•♫•♬•

Eddie helped you put all the groceries away. He'd shrugged off his leather jacket, hanging it by the front door. You'd agreed to have pasta for dinner and once the noodles were boiling on the stove, he watched you wrap a few early Christmas presents, ones that you pulled out of your tote bag. He realized that being with you like this was the easiest thing ever, you settled into small talk easily, Eddie making his way around your kitchen like it was natural. He imagined this could be his reality and he didn't mind that idea, not one bit. He'd strain the pasta once it was done and tell you about his uncle, you'd finish taping up the last present and tell him about a crazy customer you had at the café. It was simple, but perfect.

You handed him plates from a cabinet and he set the small table by your window for two. You set the lighting right and lit a scented candle in the middle of the table. The meal went by slow, you were doing more talking than eating that by the time you were both done, the last bites were ice cold.

''This was great, thank you,'' Eddie offered.

You simply smiled in return and took his hand, bringing him along to the living room area. Plopping down on the couch, you pulled Eddie next to you and settled in comfortably, laying a blanket over your figures. You put on Netflix and handed him the remote, pulling your knees up. Eddie subtly stretched his arm out over the back of the couch, scrolling through various movie options when he felt you lean into him.

''What do you want to watch?'' he smiled to himself.

''Hmmm...'' you thought about it. ''The Grinch?''

''It's November.''

''So? My holiday season starts November 1st!'' you defended, pouting your lips at him.

Eddie snickered and kissed your forehead. ''Okay, okay. The Grinch it is.''

The movie started and you relaxed into his side. While your eyes were glued to the TV screen, Eddie's were wandering around. He wasn't subtle with his gawking either, memorizing all of the features on your face. Your eyes, nose, slightly parted lips, your elongated neck that was begging to be kissed, your perfect chest moving up and down with your steady breathing. He definitely shouldn't be staring, he felt like a creep but he couldn't look away either. He was brought out of his bubble when you shifted a little bit, placing your hand on his thigh.

Eddie focused his eyes back on the movie, praying it will distract him enough not to grow hard just from your simple touch. However, he realized you might not be so innocent in your act as he first thought. Your hand crept upwards, sometimes squeezing. His breath hitched when your pinky grazed his crotch, causing him to involuntarily buck his hips. Taking the same hand that was around your frame, he turned your face towards him, his big hand enveloping nearly the entire side of your face. Without wasting a second, he kissed you, plunging his tongue into your mouth, swallowing your surprised moan. The kiss was sloppy, urgent, you tasted so good it made him dizzy.

''Tell me you want this as much as I do,'' he mumbled, your mouths still atttached.

''Please,'' you begged, discarding the blanket and flinging your leg over his waist, situating yourself on his warm lap. Eddie's hand came around your middle, helping you grind against his growing thickness. You threw your arms around his neck, kissing him passionately. Eddie slid his hands lower, grabbing two handfuls of your ass, leaving your mouth to focus on your neck. He bit your skin, smoothing the ache with his tongue right after. The thought of him marking you up, so you had to wear turtlenecks to work, drove him wild. He mapped out your neck, proud of the already blossoming pink patches, then dipped lower to lick a stripe from your throat down to the valley between your breasts. You gasped when he yanked down the neckline of your tank top and licked the top of your boob, switching to give the other one the same affection.

Eddie grunted in annoyance when your bra stopped him, looking up at you with questioning eyes. Once you nodded in approval, he pulled down the cups of your balconette bra, almost going cross eyed when your supple breast fell out.

''Fucking perfect, baby,'' he groaned and took one of your nipples into his mouth, rolling his tongue around the bud, sucking it harshly before letting it go with a 'pop'.

''Ed, please'' you yanked on his hair to get his attention.

''What do you need? Tell me, honey.''

''Need you, hurry up.''

Eddie smirked and helped you up, pushing your shirt up this time so he could kiss your stomach, dipping his tongue into your bellybutton. His fingers made quick work of your pants, popping the button and dragging the zipper down, ''Okay?''

''Yes,'' you pulled your top over your head and let it drop to the floor. Sneaking your fingers back into his hair, Eddie's eyes rolled to the back of his skull when you scratched your nails across his head. He helped you out of your pants, then ran his hands along your thighs, spreading your legs more. Wrapping his hands around your thighs, his rings were cool against your heated skin when he pulled you closer to him. He pushed his face into your covered mound and inhaled deeply, letting out a satisfied hum.

''Can I?'' he asked, hooking his fingers into your panties, not yet slipping them down until he had your permission. ''Need to see it, baby. Been dreaming of this pussy for so long.''

''Please,'' you pleaded once again, running your fingers along his jawline. He placed a quick kiss on your palm, then dragged down the last piece of fabric separating him from your pussy, the lace sticking to your core. You stepped out of them and Eddie lifted one of your legs, planting your foot on the armrest of the couch, giving him the perfect view of your wet cunt.

“Oh, it’s dripping, sweetheart. This all for me? Not sure I deserve it.” Eddie took his sweet time, kissing your pubic bone and tonguing between your legs, but avoiding your centre completely.

“Please, Eds, stop torturing me.”

“‘m sorry, babe. Just wanted to savor this. Let me make it up to you.”

He finally poked his tongue out, tasting you for the first time. Your hips bucked into his face when he took a tentative lick through your folds, the tip of his tongue flicking your swollen clit. From the first taste of your nectarine, Eddie was addicted. His enthusiasm only increasing, he lapped at your pussy, dipping his wet muscle into your tight hole, feeling it suck him in immediately. Going back for your clit, he closed his mouth around your bud and sucked harshly.

“Fuck, that’s so good,” your head thrown back, you grinded your hips against his face. You felt his hand sneak up your thigh, his fingers circling your opening before pushing his middle finger in all the way until you felt the cool metal against your flesh.

“So fucking good, you’re doing so good for me. This little cunt is sucking me right in, can barely fit. Think you can take two, baby?” Adding his ring finger, Eddie struggled to make it fit. He wondered how his cock would fit if his fingers had difficulty. Eventually, your walls relented and let him fuck up into you. The divine taste of you still present on his tongue, he worked you open with his digits and dove back in to flick your clit up and down in quick motions. He could tell you were getting close, your moans were getting more high pitched, your breathing erratic and your toes were curled. A couple minutes later, you moaned loudly and released all over his tongue which he eagerly lapped up, not letting a single drop go to waste.

He helped you sit back on his lap, your head resting against his shoulder, puffs of air hitting his neck whilst he was rubbing your back. “You good?”

“Good, great, amazing…” you breathlessly replied.

“Was it better than in your book?”

“I mean it was real, so yeah.”

He let you gather yourself for a moment, just holding you, although the erection he had was becoming unbearable. Eddie felt your lips skim his neck, leaving soft butterfly kisses in your wake. You bit down on his earlobe, running your tongue over it to soothe the small ache. Eddie let his head fall back, looking at you through hooded eyelids as you reached behind you to unclasp your bra, letting it fall on the couch.

“This is unfair. I’m completely naked but you’re still dressed,” you pouted and ran your hands along his chest, popping the buttons of his flannel.

“Better help me out then,” he smirked, kneading your ass as you continued to unbutton his shirt, kissing every new inch of skin you revealed. Soon, his shirt was on the floor and you were working on his belt. Once his pants were open, your hand dipped under his boxers to run a finger over his cock, tracing a vein on the underside. He lifted his hips so you could pull his pants and underwear down enough to free his throbbing cock from it’s cage. It bounced up, against his stomach, leaving a sticky mess in his happy trail. Eddie groaned when you wrapped your hand around him, pulling back his foreskin to reveal his slit, pre cum leaking from the tip, which you used as lube. You started to climb down, but Eddie stopped you.

“Not this time, princess. Tonight’s all about you. You got a condom? I didn’t really prepare for this.”

You got up from his lap and jogged to your kitchen, Eddie watching your ass juggle. You opened your medicine drawer and searched around until you retrieved the foil packet. Eddie took it from you, ripping it open with his teeth and rolling it on, all the while keeping eye contact with you as your eyes were focused on his lap.

“C’mere.” He held his hand out for you. You grabbed it and took your place back on his lap, his cock situated perfectly between your folds. He grabbed the base of his cock and rubbed the tip through your lips, gathering the wetness. He positioned the tip at your entrance and waited.

“Whenever you’re ready,” he breathed.

You grabbed his shoulders and sank down on him, inch by inch until there was no space left between you and you had taken all of him.

“Eddie, oh my God,” you moaned, fingernails pressing into his shoulders, leaving behind crescent moon shapes.

“So tight, Jesus Christ.”

Eddie was already seeing stars, he had to focus all of his remaining energy into not coming right this second. Your warm walls enveloped him, pulsing around his shaft. You rose up and slammed back down again, already accustomed to the stretch.

“You’re so perfect, fuck. Taking me so well,” he praised, hands grabbing your waist, helping you bounce on his dick.

You whimpered. “Keep talking.”

“Oh yeah? You love it when I talk like this, baby? That get you all riled up? Look at you, working my cock like that. Feels so fucking good, doesn’t it?”

You nodded and bounced harder, your rhythm faltering. Eddie slouched down lower on the couch, anchoring his feet to the ground and started fucking into you.

“Fuuuck, good girl. Letting me use you like this, like a fucking fleshlight. You’re just a little cock hungry whore, huh? Are you just a hole for me to use however I please? Your pussy is mine now, say it. Who’s pussy is this?”

“I-it’s yours, Eddie, only yours.”

“Damn right. It is mine, I’ll fuck it whenever I want. Stretch your cunt out so good, you’ll beg me to go easy on you. But you don’t want easy, do you? You want it rough. Fuck.”

“Don’t stop, please, please, please,” one of your hands slipped between your legs, toying with your clit.

Eddie grunted at the sight, wrapping both of his hands around your throat, squeezing your neck enough to make you lightheaded. “Yeah, play with that clit, rub it for me. Can still taste you on my tongue, you want to know what you taste like?”

He pulled you in, smashing his lips against yours, his tongue meeting yours in the middle. The kiss was messy, spit drooling from the side of your mouth. Your fingers sped up, your pussy clenching down on him harder and harder. Eddie felt his own stomach twist up as well.

“You close, baby? I need you to cum, fuck. I’m so fucking close.”

“I’m so- Fuck, oh my God Eddie, I’m coming, I’m coming!” You cried out, tears streaming down your face, the drops falling onto Eddie’s forearm. He was close behind, feeling his balls tighten up in a telltale sign. He groaned into your mouth and jerked his hips a few final times before releasing into the condom.

Both of you breathing like you’d just ran a marathon, Eddie let go of your neck, the red and purple skin left behind almost enough to get him hard again. You fell forward on his chest, resting your head against his shoulder, catching your breath. Eddie thrashed his legs around, shoving his boots and pants off. He stood up, taking you with him. You squealed and wrapped your legs around his waist, his cock slipping out of you.

“Bedroom?”

You pointed him in the right direction and he took careful steps, mindful of the clothes laying around. Once in your bedroom, he gently placed you on the bed, kissing your temple. When you didn’t let go, he chuckled.

“Be right back, promise.” He helped you under the covers and disappeared back into the hallway, looking for a bathroom. When he found it, he discarded the condom and washed his hands, eyeing the couple of lovebites you’d left on him. When he made it back to you, you were already asleep. Eddie crawled next to you, pulling you tightly against his front, settling his hand on your waist, lazily drawing random shapes on your tummy until sleep took him, too.

.•♫•♬•

It was raining again, the patter on the windowsill lulling you from your sleep. You were warm and cozy, limbs tangled with someone else’s. You’d almost forgotten about last night, thinking it was a fidget in your imagination. But Eddie proved to be real when he stirred behind you, his deep sigh hitting the back of your neck, one arm hugging you closer to his body. You hummed, reaching behind you to grasp his neck. Memories of last night came flooding back, reminding you of the delicious ache between your legs.

“Morning beautiful,” a low, raspy voice sounded from behind you, goosebumps spreading across your skin. Christ, you could get used to hearing his morning voice every day.

“I don’t remember the last time I slept this good,” you mumbled.

“You need to sleep with me every day, then,” he said, squeezing your hip.

You snorted. “You wish.”

He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, his lips moving against your flesh. “I do.”

You turned to him, his baby cow eyes already staring back at you. You were trying to see any deception in them, but all you saw was adoration and honesty.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you gulped, bottom lip caught between your teeth.

“It means I want you.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“How would that work? I can’t follow you around everywhere you go.”

“I know that and I don’t expect you to, even though it would be cool. What I do know, is this - I’m taking a long break and I want to be with you, every single day. After that too, I’m not going to dump you when I have to go on stage again if that’s what you’re worried about. We’ll figure everything out. So if you’d have me, I promise I will work my ass off every day to prove to you that you’re not making a mistake.”

“Eddie… I don’t know what to say.”

“Say yes,” he begged “Be mine. Would you be my girlfriend?”

You laid your hand on top of this, the one still holding your hip. Your heart was beating so fast, you thought it would explode any second. You had a moment to think about all the roads this relantionship could take you, expecting it to end horribly. But even with the potholes and wonky curves, you saw yourself ending up where you belonged - with him.

“Yes.”

His lips covered your before you even finished that word. You felt him smile into the kiss, he was putting everything he had into it. His tongue grazed the seam of your lips, asking for access which you happily granted. He moaned when your tongue met his, his nose ring brushing your nostril.

His fingers skiddled across your hip to the curve of your ass, squeezing your butt. He broke the kiss too soon for your liking and violently pushed you back on your side. Eddie kissed a line down your spine, then licked a fat stripe back up, ending at the base of your neck. Your whole body shivered in anticipation, core getting slick with excitement. Eddie continued his assault, burying his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in deep.

His cock was pressed against your ass, a smudge of liquid dripping down. The hair on his abdomen tickling your lower back. You whimpered when he gripped one of your breasts, circling his thumb over your areola, then pinching your nipple until it was perked up.

''Eddieee...'' you whined, kicking your legs.

''Need somethin', darling?'' he traced the tip of his nose on the shell of your ear, his palm sliding from your breast all the way down, his thick fingers slipping through your dewy folds. Bringing his fingers back up, he circled your clit with his middle finger, barely adding any pressure, chuckling when you bucked your hips to get more friction.

''Need you so bad, please,'' you mewled, grinding your ass against his crotch, getting a hiss out of him.

''Condom?'' he asked, adjusting his hips, so his cock nestled directly between your legs, swaying his hips back and forth, the head of his cock parting your folds, bumping your clit with every stroke.

''My boyfriends don't need to wear one.''

''Fucking Christ,'' he let out a deep groan, lining himself up with your weeping hole and pushing inside, sliding to the brim in a single thrust. You choked on a moan, his cock was so deep, you could feel him in your throat. He stilled for a moment, letting you adjust, his mushroom tip bruising your cervix.

''Move,'' you cried, gripping his forearm that was resting against your belly, his fingers massaging your flesh.

He pulled back all the way and slammed back in, not bothering to be polite. You still weren't 100% adjusted to his size, but the burn mixed with the way his cock pierced your insides was euphoric. It was embarrassing how close you were already, but you blamed it on the early morning, you were always more sensitive in the early hours of the day.

''Feel so fucking good, baby. You like my bare cock fucking you like this? You gonna let me come inside too? Fill your sweet pussy up, have it leak out of your abused cunt all day, huh?''

You were too far gone to reply, the only sounds in the room your moans and Eddie's groans mixed with the wet slapping of skin against skin. Eddie was a talker though, never shutting up about how good you felt, how perfect you were for him.

''You were made for me, this pussy was carved for my dick. You're mine, only mine. Mine to fuck, mine to use, however I want. God, fuck. You're gonna make me come already. You gonna let me fill you up, baby? Shoot my fat load so deep in your pussy, you're gonna fucking taste it.''

''Y-yeah, please... Come inside me, please. Wanna feel it, Eds.''

''Fuck, I'm coming, baby. Come with me, come on.'' His thrusts were faster, sloppier, he was losing his rhythm. You were so close too, but needed the extra push so you gripped his wrist and pushed his hand lower. He caught on immediately, roughly circling your puffy clit with two fingers. It was enough to send you over the edge, both of you losing yourselves to the pleasure, Eddie spurting his cum inside of you, your mixed juices leaking down your thigh.

When you came down, Eddie pecked your cheek. He went to pull out, but you stopped him. ''Just stay, wanna be like this for a minute.''

''Whatever you want, princess. I'm all yours.''

.•♫•♬•

December 25th. One of your favorite days of the year. The ground was white, more snow falling behind the window, illuminated by the streetlamps outside. You were so full of amazing food, a little tipsy on raspberry punch. Christmas celebrations started yesterday, when you and Eddie flew out to Indiana to spend Christmas Eve with his uncle, Wayne. He was as sweet as he was in the stories Eddie had told you, if not more. There wasn't a moment where you weren't smiling, looking at the two of them bickering over Eddie's high school days.

You flew back this morning, where you spent the entire day preparing for Robin and Cherry to come over. Tomorrow you would go to your parents' house, which Eddie was super nervous about. The evening was spent with good food and drinks, smooth Christmas music coming from a portable speaker, great conversation. When the girls finally left, it was close to midnight. Eddie had asked you to dance, now the two of you were swaying to the music in front of your Christmas tree, decorated with ornaments, fake snow and at the very top, instead of a typical star, with a paperclip, was a polaroid selfie of you and Eddie, taken a week ago in front of the same tree.

''In case I haven't told you yet, you look so beautiful tonight.''

Your arms were linked around his neck, Eddie's arms wrapped around your waist. You followed his lead, heads close together, breathing in each other's air. You were wearing a rich purple dress with black stockings, with simple make up accentuated with a pair of earrings Eddie had gifted you this morning. And yes, they were drop earrings with sliced kiwis at the bottom. Where he had even found them, you had no idea, he refused to tell you. You had given him a pack of guitar picks, with his initials engraved on them.

''First of all, only tonight?'' you teased. ''Second, you've told me about fifty times today, but I'm not tired of hearing it yet.''

''Hmm.. Can I tell you something I haven't, yet? Something I've been wanting to say for a while now.''

Your heart skipped several beats, mouth going as dry as cotton balls. You had a feeling of what he wanted to say. You had been thinking the same thing recently, but you hadn't found the right moment to say it. Today, it had been nagging on your mind specially hard. True to his word, you and Eddie had spent nearly every day together, except for that one day where you had the flu and told him to stay away so he wouldn't get sick either. He survived one day until he came banging on your door, begging you to let him in so he could take care of you. He had basically moved in since that first night you spent together. You had made room in your dresser for his clothes, his toothbrush was next to your in the bathroom, the fridge was filled with his favorite drinks. It was fast, clearly, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

''O-okay,'' you gulped.

''I love you, Y/N.'' he breathed out, like a weight leaving his shoulders, but immediately rushed out, ''You don't have to say it back, I just felt like I was about to burst if I didn't tell you. You're so amazing and perfect and gorgeous, I'm so happy you're mine and I'm so in love with you I honestly might die if you don't feel the same, but like I said, no press-''

You cut his rambling off by grabbing his face in your hands and smashing your lips together, tears running down your face. Eddie secured his arms around you and pulled you so close, your feet were hanging in the air. You pulled away, your lipgloss having transferred to his mouth, his eyes sparkling. ''I love you too, Eddie.''

''Yeah?''

''Yeah, so much.''

You squealed and laughed when he lifted you up and spun you around, your hair flowing. He put you down, kissed the top of your head and held you so tight you were struggling to breathe, but you didn't dare tell him that. You felt safe and truly loved, securely caged in his arms, smiling into his dress shirt while you slow danced the night away.

.•♫•♬•

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[luwritesomething]

Damian Wayne x Reader: slow mornings.

Words: 596

Reader pronouns: not stated (was coded as black reader since this was written with my oc in mind)

Warnings: None, just fluff. Like, a lot. Also, too short.

Edited?: Not yet, sorry.

Summary: Damian has get out of bed and workout, but you're too bewitching.

Author's note: I wrote this with my DC oc, Blake, on mind. She's black, so I guess you could find this little blurb somewhat black-coded. It accepts every type of reader, really, no skinny or hair or skin or eyes mentions, so there you go!! If you've liked it, know my requests are open w the anon option. I also mainly listened to Farewell, Neverland by TXT while writing this lol. OF COURSE, this is older!damian we're talking about.

Criticism is appreciated and request are open! Hit that anon button and tell me your idea! The list for the characters I write is HERE.

Damian always woke up before you did. His routine was rather strict, but simple if he followed it right, and he had enough discipline to follow through with it everyday. A quick breakfast, a heavy workout, a proper breakfast, a heavier and more physical workout, showering and meditation, then the rest of his day. Considering the amount of responsibilities he had as Wayne Enterprises’ VP, he had to wake up really early to fulfill his routine during work days and still arrive on time to the building. Weekends were easier, because they were slower and lacked obnoxious work meetings, and he almost never missed his workouts. Almost.

When he woke that morning, early enough for the light coming through the window to be still weak, his first impulse was to slide out of the bed — pushing the white sheets off his body. But he had barely moved in order to do that, when he noticed your arm around his torso. It made him smile slightly, lovingly, watching your hair all messy around your face, semi buried in the soft, silk pillow.

Damian had had to go to bed before you had even been able to get out of your company’s meeting. In one of the intense but short lived breaks in between your meeting, you had called him and asked not to wait for you, and out of pure exhaustion Damian had actually listened to you and gone to bed once midnight striked. So, this was the first time he was seeing you since early the morning before that.

At least you hadn’t been tired enough not to take your makeup off out of sleepiness, given now she was barefaced. Your skin shone there where the sun, shyly coming in from the barely pulled together curtains, caressed you; and Damian couldn’t help but follow with his eyes the path of happiness on it. His smile widened as his eyes moved slowly, thumb coming to caress your arm again and again and again and again. Damian knew he should have forced himself to lift from the bed more than five minutes ago, but how could he when you could bewitch him by just existing?

Damian’s fingers drew patterns everywhere he could reach, gently easing up as you awakened as you snuggled closer to him. You hid on the crook of his neck, groaning quietly when Damian tickled you slightly, but a smile blossoming on your face because God, it was hard to be mad with Damian when he was this soft. You looked even more precious now to him, as your eyes fluttered, fighting to keep them close.

“Good morning, beloved.” He whispered to your ear, ticklish enough to make you chuckle cheerfully and writhe involuntarily against his body.

You rolled to the side to face him better, but you didn’t open your eyes just yet. “I thought you had to workout today.”

“Something more important came up.”

With that, your eyes opened, glimmering sweetly — Damian’s breath almost caught on the back of your throat. He wanted to stay like this forever. “Oh, yeah?” You hummed, eyebrows up and slightly teasing. Damian just stared, knowing well you appreciated the way he would include you in his mornings from time to time, putting his discipline aside. “And what is that?”

Damian’s lip corner twisted slightly, prompting that charming grin of his. His hand came to your waist, squeezing with the right amount of strength to make you feel terribly loved and important, and then his grin twisted to a genuine smile. “Why don’t you stay and find out?”

[yoosmekihyun]

Conversations in the Dark (pt. 1)

Summary: After a series of major personal events, you decide to move to New York (in part) so you can have a relationship with your newly discovered half-sister, Karen Page. Matt Murdock and Foggy Nelson become additional important figures in your life as you navigate new relationships and figure out how to live your life.

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut (eventually), we run the spectrum of emotions here

Warnings: mention of death, grief, anxiety, drinking, pining (so much pining), self-deprecation, chapters with sexual content will be marked with their own warnings, violence or attempted violence (i.e. Daredevil related), more possible warnings in the future

Author’s Note: This is pure wish fulfillment and written for my own joy. I haven’t put out anything in at least five years and this is the first time I’ve written something multi-part. I’m not sure how this will go, how long it will be, or how often I will post/update.

Word Count: 1.9k

Part 1

The remnants of summer still lingered in the warm September afternoon as you stepped out of the cab in front of the coffee shop. Glancing at your watch, you realized you were still a little early but that’s how you preferred it. This would allow you to order your drink and calm your nerves a little before she arrived.

When your turn came at the counter, you took the barista’s suggestion of the monthly special and moved to wait for your drink. Looking around you noticed the little pieces of fall décor another employee was putting up around the shop giving it a cozier vibe. Once the barista called your name, you found a small empty table in a corner that would allow you to watch the door and enjoy the city street chaos through the large window next to you.

This shouldn’t have been as nerve racking as it was but while you had spoken with your half-sister several times over the last year, you hadn’t seen her in person since your father’s funeral a little over a year ago. You prayed this was a good idea. You needed a win after the heaviness you had dealt with over the last few years. You needed some joy and connection, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity but now you were second guessing yourself.

Just as you were beginning to spiral and doubt your decision for the umpteenth time that day, you heard the ding of the door and watched your half-sister, Karen Page, rush in searching for you. The moment she saw you, she broke into a huge smile and hurried over to envelop you in a hug.

“Y/N! I’m so glad you made it safely! I hope you weren’t waiting long; I told Matt and Foggy I needed to leave sooner but they’re drowning in a sea of paperwork for a case, and we lost track of time.”

“Don’t worry about it! I’m usually early and you’re only a couple minutes late. No harm, no foul.” You released her from the hug and in that instant, you knew you had made the right decision. You didn’t realize how much you needed a hug from family until that moment and you felt more settled than you had in weeks.

“Do we need to postpone so you can get back to the office? Are you on a time crunch?” you asked.

“Oh, hell no, we are not postponing! They’ll be fine without me for a little while. I want to caffeinate while I hear about how you’re feeling now that you’re here!”

-X-

Your biological father may have been a world class asshole, but at least he had the decency to tell you and Karen about each other before he died. It was weird growing up as an only child to find out as an adult that you had a sister, especially when you had so desperately wished for one when you were younger. For her part, Karen could have decided she didn’t want a sister, but she welcomed you into her life with open arms. Admittedly, you struggled some, not because you were unhappy to find out about her, but because the news came during one of the worst times of your life.

If you had a terrible biological father, then luckily, you had the most amazing mother you could have asked for. When you and Karen found out about each other, you had just received news that your mother had been diagnosed with cancer for the second time. This time, it was late-stage and had spread with abysmal survival rates. This news alone meant your plate was beyond full. The idea of figuring out how to grieve the parent who didn’t want you while struggling to accept the awful news about your mother was overwhelming. It was nothing to say of the struggles to cultivate a new relationship with your sister under your poorly hidden sorrow, but Karen had been lovely and understanding. She did so much of the early legwork to develop your relationship, checking on you when she knew you were focused on your mother and often reminding you to do basic tasks to take care of yourself.

When your mother passed in the late spring, you were understandably devastated. She had been your sounding board your entire life and, without her, you felt unmoored. Thankfully, Karen had been there. She hadn’t been able to come to the funeral, but she called you every day for the first couple weeks after to make sure you were eating, hydrating, and showering. She listened to your stories and cried with you when the grief threatened to eat you alive.

During a conversation expressing your untethered feelings, Karen raised the idea that led you to the coffee shop in the midst of Hell’s Kitchen.

“Hey, I know you’re not sure what to do but…what if you moved here? Maybe a big change of pace and scenery will help you move forward.”

If you were being honest, moving to New York was an idea you had for a long time. You had applied to Columbia and NYU in your final year of high school but a full ride to a local university secured your undergrad path. Despite this decision, you never let go of the idea of New York. When Karen tentatively suggested the idea, it was like your mother was holding a huge neon sign for you, telling you to get off your ass and GO! A light burst into life within you, and you scrambled to make the arrangements so you could move as soon as possible.

-X-

Once Karen had her coffee and settled into her seat, you relayed some of your travel mishaps and your ideas and loose plans for her input.

“Honestly, I can’t really believe I’m here. It’s all still so surreal. But I’m hoping the apartment hunting will help ground me a little and once I can actually get my things here, it’ll start to sink in.”

“That makes sense. I imagine it’ll feel more like a vacation until you have your things around you. I’m so glad you’re here to experience fall in New York! I think you’ll love it,” Karen gushed, beaming at you.

As you grinned at Karen, you felt a peace and a warmth spread in your chest that you hadn’t felt since before your mom passed. You reached across the table and grasped her hand. “Thank you, Karen, for everything. I don’t know what I would have done without you this last year. I’m so grateful you’re my sister.”

Karen’s eyes started to well up as she gripped your hand in return, “I’m grateful you’re my sister too.”

Shocking you both out of the moment, Karen’s phone buzzed, and she rolled her eyes once she saw the caller ID. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. He knows I’m with you so I’m not sure why Foggy’s calling.” You waved her to answer it, unbothered by the interruption as it gave you a moment to reign in your emotions a little more. You didn’t need to start sobbing in the middle of a coffee shop; you’d have your bigger emotions in private later.

You took a sip of your coffee as you heard Karen’s exasperated tone, “Yes Foggy I know it’s a big deal. YES, I know we need the revenue. Okay, okay but you both know why I took an extended break and who I’m with…Seriously?? Now? Ugh, fine. You both owe me AND Y/N for interrupting.”

Karen sighed as she ended the call and looked at you apologetically. Before she could even say anything, you started, “Let me guess, they need you back ASAP because they don’t know how to function without you?”

She chuckled and confirmed, “Basically. He also asked me to bring back coffee. They’re losing steam fast. If you’re not too tired, do you want to walk back with me? You can meet them, so you know who to look for when we get drinks at Josie’s tonight!”

“Wait, what’s Josie’s?”

“It’s this local dive bar that Matt and Foggy love and they want to welcome you to the city! We planned on going tonight if you felt up to it, but we can do another night or somewhere else if that works better for you?”

You could tell Karen was a little nervous. Whether it was encouraging you to meet her co-workers and friends so quickly or having you go drinking your first night in an unfamiliar city, you didn’t know but you wanted to start living your life, not hide away in a hotel room.

“That all sounds great! I love a good dive bar, sounds like my kind of place.”

Fresh coffees in hand, you and Karen made your way back to her office making small talk about the neighborhood and places to consider when you went apartment hunting the following day with a recommended broker. You wanted to be near Karen, not necessarily in her building, but within walking distance so it would be easy to see each other when you wanted.

You nearly missed the sign “Nelson, Murdock, and Page” until Karen directed you to the door next to it. Once you made it to the interior door, you could hear the loud voices before Karen opened the office door.

“I come bearing caffeine. If you want it, stop arguing and get out here so you can meet my sister!”

You heard chairs scraping right before you saw a tall, blonde man with a huge smile step out of a side room. Holding out his hand for you to shake he said, “Hi! I’m Franklin Nelson but you can call me Foggy.”

Unable to hold back your grin, you took his hand for a quick shake and replied “Nice to meet you, I’m Y/F/N Y/L/N.”

The sheer happiness and light that shone out of Foggy reminded you of your mother. You knew this man was going to be your friend, come hell or highwater.

Behind Foggy you could hear a shuffling sound and you peered around him. Once you saw the other man, you nearly forgot to breathe. Your heart stuttered in your chest as you gazed at easily the most beautiful man you had ever seen in person. Like Foggy, he had his sleeves rolled up to just under the elbow and the top button of his shirt was undone along with a loosened tie. His red reflective glasses did nothing to distract from the sharp jawline and days-old stubble. His dark hair was slightly mussed, as if he had recently been running a hand through it. As beautiful as he was standing before you, you were most distracted by his mouth. It was lush and soft while still looking deliciously male and it was quirked up on one side like he was in on some kind of joke you had missed.

Loudly, someone cleared their throat and shook you out of your stare. You realized you had missed something as Karen looked at you with a raised eyebrow and a smirk and Foggy was shaking his head while rolling his eyes.

You gave a little embarrassed chuckle as your cheeks flushed, “Um, sorry, what did I miss? I’m a little out of it, all the excitement and travel today.”

The beautiful man gave a full smile and you nearly stopped breathing again. He stepped forward and with one hand extended, he repeated,

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Matt Murdock.”

Copyright © 2023 by yoosmekihyun. All rights reserved.

[yutafrita]

To Pierce the White Eye- ONE

Teaser/ Preview/ One / Two / Three / Four / Fin.

Pairing: Psychic!Jaemin x Reader (She/her)

special thanks @badwithten for beta reading 🫶

Synopsis: You don’t think you can ever get used to the double life you and your adopted family lead. By day, you and your brother Mark attend Knight’s Cross College, but at night, you trade in your textbooks and index cards for holy water and a wooden stake to attend the Knight’s Cross College’s night class. Your classmates? The Mythics - beings most humans believed were things of fiction. Meanwhile, Na Jaemin is one of the last psychics left in the world and has been tasked with one thing by his family- make sure the Na prophecy gets fulfilled. However, the future can change at any moment, and you’re about to learn just how fragile the mythic world really is.

Chapter Word Count: 8.6K

Your first memory sat like a stain on the back of your mind, only cropping up in your nightmares to haunt you and remind you of the fact that you were missing entire chunks of your life.

You were five years old, standing in the snow as the building you stood by was set ablaze by blue flames. You weren’t wearing a sweater, but with the heat of the flames you didn’t find yourself shivering from the cold- you were shivering with fear. Alone, with nothing of use coming to your mind, you stared at the fire consuming the building as you sobbed angrily.

Where am I? No- who am I?

Your heart pounded, and when you turned around, that was when the nightmare and your memory cut out.

You woke up in a cold sweat. It had been so long since your abandonment that cold day in the snow and your subsequent adoption.  You had hoped that one day your memories would return, but all you got was the agony of the memory of not knowing anything. The deep pit of fear slowly dissipated from your chest as you grounded yourself back in reality.

And that reality was you being late for your Biology exam.

You hadn’t slept well, and Jungwoo pointed it out as soon as he saw you. 

“I had a bad dream,” you explained, speed walking with him down the science hall to make it to your Bio lecture in time. 

“At least you slept at all, I had to pull an all nighter for this stupid exam,” he admitted as you begrudgingly filed into the full lecture hall.

“See- this is why you can’t leave studying until the last minute.”

“You’ve known me since the fourth grade, when have I ever not left anything to the last minute?” 

“Fair. Kun and I really are the planners of the group,” you sighed, taking your seat.

“Oh, when you see your brother later by the way-,” Jungwoo got caught off by the professor silencing the hall, and your exam began shortly thereafter. You had taken up the entire class time for your exam, and even Jungwoo left before you did. While you knew most of the answers, your brain was still admittedly fried from waking up only a few hours ago. By the time you finally turned in your exam, it was 5 ‘till 7:30, and you were now late to meet Mark.

“I can’t wait to tell Dad,” he poked, ruffling your hair as you finally met him at your designated pre-night-class spot.

“It’s the first time in like fifteen years that I’m ever late. Plus, I was in an exam!” you countered. Mark was your adoptive older brother, and the occasional thorn in your side.

“Jungwoo was in the exam too and left in a timely manner,” he mocked, crossing his arms smugly.

“Ugh, whatever! Let’s just make sure the day students are out and get to class,” you then started off on your normal path. Mark launched himself up from the bench in the front entrance of Knight’s Cross College, and you began the trek through the math and science wing of the building. 

“Whoever’s idea it was to build a college composed of three wings deserves a slap in the face,” Mark noted. The college’s primary building was divided into three total wings: the left hall designated to all things falling in or around Sociology, English, and the arts. The middle wing, the shortest of the grouping, primarily housed all the hospitality and business classes. The hall you and Mark walked down now was the one you had just finished an exam in: Math, science, and pre-health.

“Guess you should slap great-great-great grandpa then, Dad would be happy to help,” you joked, shoving your brother’s arm.

“Yeah, maybe then we wouldn’t have to deal with all this,” Mark then opened the door to a lecture hall to see a couple in the corner making out rather ravenously. You groaned, taking the lead as you shouted towards the couple.

“Past 7:30 PM no Day students are to be in the main building. Can you provide proof of night student status?” You bellowed as the couple jumped away from each other. Both of the girls looked away bashfully, shaking their heads in response.

“Then please follow my fellow warden as he guides you out of the building and out of the main building's gates,” you instructed, mentally going off the script given to you by your father. The girls quickly grabbed their bags and followed Mark into the hallway as he awkwardly started the trek towards the front double doors with them.

You scanned the restrooms and the last of the science hall as you started heading down now, hoping to meet Mark in the hospitality wing. As one of the two wardens, yours and Mark’s job had a clear goal - keep the day students away from the night students as much as possible unless supervised. This entailed making sure that while the large gates for the main building that housed a majority of classes were closed, you and Mark had to make sure no curious college students snuck in and saw what most other humans should not.

Knight’s Cross College was relatively close enough to your high school that you recognized a lot of your peers, and were lucky enough to also go to the same college as your two other best friends- Jungwoo and Kun. While Kun was older than you all and was working his masters at the College, you, Jungwoo and Mark were all in the same grade together.

You reached the main threshold of the building when you saw Mark again, who shut the door behind himself.

“Were they mad?”

“They seemed embarrassed more than anything. Thankfully I didn’t get any of the ‘why’ questions,” he replied, and he matched your footing as you started checking each of the classrooms again quickly. It was nearing 9:15PM, the time when the night students would begin to enter- and 15 minutes before Mark and you had one of your two designated night classes.

“What’s your go-to answer for the why questions?” he breathed out as you rushed through your room checks.

“‘The night students tend to be people of a certain status who need privacy for legal reasons,’” you recited. 

“That ones good, I just say that I legally can’t say and any answers for it are in the student handbook,” Mark laughed. You continued the rest of your checks in silence, huffing a bit as you finally reached the room that housed your night class. You glanced at the night students slowly entering and looked away, not wanting to feel more like an intruder than you normally did. 

“I’ll see you inside, sis,” Mark patted your shoulder and stepped into the classroom, leaving you outside and leaning against the wall.  Your heart was racing, and you were trying really, really hard to get it to stop. You knew the chance was low, but there was still the small chance every night as you entered the night class that someone would rip out your throat, and your heart racing would not help your chances. After a moment of catching your breath and stilling your heart you got up from the wall and started inside the classroom, being greeted by the usual rounds of cold shoulders, not a single person turning to look at you. More than likely they could sense who it was anyways. Beyond you already knowing that they could smell the human on you, physically you stood out like a sore thumb. Some in the night class had their wings exposed if they were a faerie, the shifters had certain parts of their animal forms shown so they can let everyone know their status, and even the vampires just looked magical.

They were all magical, really, but they preferred to be called mythics.

The night students, while acknowledging that you did offer some help in terms of keeping their identities secret, never hid the fact that they found yours and Mark’s presence annoying at best. Part of your jobs as wardens was to attend at least one night class per evening.

“You’re later than usual,” your deskmate and close friend, Ten, acknowledged, his small fangs poking out as he whispered. Ten’s mother was not only on the mythic council, but a friend of your father’s, leading him to be one of the few in the night class to speak to you- it also helped that he’s known you since your adoption.

“Mark had to escort some people out,” you admitted, taking out your notebook as you spoke.

“We heard,” your other deskmate- Chaein- interjected, her pointed ears twitching. Chaein was one of the few elves left in the world, one of only three in the night class, and was one of the only other people that would speak to you since you both gravitated towards the back of the classroom.

“It pays to have ears like yours, huh,” Ten replied, holding back his giggles.

“You wish you had my hearing range, you goddamn bloodsucker,” Chaein scoffed. 

“You’re not letting him off the hook for not giving you the homework answers huh,” you sighed, not even looking up at either of them. 

“Not at all,” Chaein admitted, leaning back in her chair as the professor began his lecture. During the day, you had your classes pertaining to your major that you shared with some of your closest friends. At night, you had one of the night classes required of the Wardens to take- History of mythics: 1800’s to modern day as well as Modern Mythic Religion.

The mythics were everything your human peers were meant to believe were beings of pure fiction. Your father’s family was one of the only lines of humans who not only knew the truth of the mythic world, but worked closely with them, mainly in an attempt to unite the two worlds together… eventually. So in that attempt, at Knight’s Cross College, the main building from 7:30AM to 7:30PM had its gates open and the day students took their courses, and between 7:30PM to 7:30 AM is when the night students would enter. The rest of the school grounds were open at all times and ungated, although the night dorms were separated and required additional access. It was an attempt in some way, even if the night students for the most part hid away and didn’t show their true forms when out and about.

It was about a month into the semester (your second year at the university), so you were already in the later 1800s portion of the class. Your professor- a shapeshifter- had put on an exceptionally boring lecture today. For the most part, you and Ten just passed notes, sometimes looking up and actually writing down what the professor had to say.

“... and now in 1898 is when we see the Vatican attempt to establish proper, healthy relations with the oligarchy of mythics,” the Professor droned, his cat ears twitching. He glanced down at his watch, and squinted. Class ended, and after Chaein said bye to you, everyone seemed to hustle out except for you, Mark, and Ten.

“How are you guys feeling about that test next week?” Mark asked you guys as he walked over from his usual spot in the front of the class.

“There’s a test next week?”

“Yeah, he reminded us at the end of class, Ten,” you reminded, heading down from the steps and towards the exit.

“Huh, well there’s that. I’ll see you guys later- if I’m late to mastering incantations again the professor will shove a cross down my throat,” Ten waved as he quickly fled the hall, barely leaving the door open for you and Mark to follow.

“It’s your night for patrols?” Mark asked, trying to remember your schedules.

“Unfortunately.”

“Dope, I’m gonna do a bit of studying in one of the empty halls before I go back to my dorm.”

“Okay, see you later,” you waved him goodbye as he headed further down the wing. You made your way over to the Office of the President in the business hall, the key to it in your hand. After making the trek, you opened the door and lit up the office, greeted by the old family portrait he had up on the wall next to the switch and a bookcase. Your Dad, smiling brightly with a few less forehead creases, Mark, who was about twelve in the photo, and you in your pigtails hugging your brother.

Your Dad’s office served as the sort of headquarters for whoever was in charge of monitoring the gates that night. You tossed your backpack in its usual corner and opened the top shelf by his window, grabbing your warden fanny pack which held your foldable bo staff, holy water, and a silver cross. Technically, your father wanted you to have your supplies on you at all times, but with your exam that day you had forgotten to put it in your normal school backpack. None of your fellow night students had attempted anything, but it was always better to be safe than sorry.

You had started the first hour of your walk of the gate that surrounded the large main building, taking note of the fellow day students who visibly avoided you and the area. By your fourth and thankfully final hour (since at that point most of the night students were done with class), you perched yourself on the bench in the meager courtyard inside the main building's gated entrance, eating an apple you had stolen from your Dad’s office.

You checked your watch again- five past the end of your shift. You tossed the apple core in the trash and headed back into the building. It was a peaceful night, which was definitely a relief after the stress of your exam earlier. After locking the door of the office behind you, you were in the process of shoving your keys into your backpack when you heard a loud thud on the marble floor of the main entrance. Without thinking, you ran over to the person who fell, helping gather their items and trying to help them up despite whoever it was probably being much stronger than you were- albeit a little clumsy.

“Are you okay?” you asked, not looking up as you organized the items that had fallen from their hands- two notebooks, and an overly used copy of Frankenstein, sticky notes poking out between the pages. You glanced up, and saw him turning his head away and looking around at the vacant building. “No one else saw you fall.”

“Well,” he now turned to face you, “it’s still embarrassing that you saw it.” He was one of the most beautiful beings you had ever seen, and he was smiling at you as he laughed at himself. His fangs were visibly much different than Ten’s were- significantly larger and gleaming in the lights of the hall. 

“No… no the marble is a bit slippery,” you sputtered out once you realized you were staring. Of course he was a vampire- they were known for being inhumanly beautiful, and whoever this was, he was definitely that. “Oh, here,” you gestured to his stuff in your hands.

“Oh, thanks! Did you finish your shift?” he asked as he took his dropped items back.

“My shift?” your brain was still stunned by his appearance, not really understanding anything.

“Watching the grounds… that is why you’re here right?” he scratched the back of his neck, exposing the Night student ID that hung off his jacket. Nakamoto Yuta. You blinked quickly, trying to process what he said.

“Oh, yeah! Yep I’m just heading back to my dorm.”

“I’ll walk you back, so long as you promise not to tell anyone I ate the 150 year old marble floor,” he smirked at you, now stepping beside you. You could only muster out a small sure.

“How were your classes?” you asked. You couldn’t remember ever speaking with him before. Although, you were sure you would remember any interaction with another vampire like Ten.

“Hm nothing crazy, although Ten did get in late to incantation class, so it was funny to see the professor yell at him for a bit,” Yuta laughed. 

“You’re friends with Ten?” you asked, glad that you had some sort of mutual connection.

“Hm, you could say that. How are your day classes?” 

“How do you know I’m taking day classes?”

“Lucky guess, since I heard Mark was taking some,” he admitted.

“They’re okay, only so much fun you can have in a Biology class,” you joked, feeling more comfortable as you spoke with him.

“Biology, huh? Any literature classes?” 

“Hopefully! Next semester the goal is to take world literature.”

“I’m taking a human literature course now. It’s… something,” he chuckled to himself, his fangs still shining even in the moonlight.

“Are you a big reader?”

“I would say so, although I am trying to draw more. I haven’t been able to in a while.”

“Whenever I try to draw, it looks horrendous,” you admitted, thinking back to the terrible doodles you would make in class for your Dad and how he’d gush over them nonetheless.

“Hm, I think I’m better than the average person.”

The campus at this time of night was mainly lit by the dim street lamps that lead to the student dorms and the moonlight. There were a couple of students out by the quad, but none that paid the two of you any mind as you neared your building.

“What are your plans for the rest of the night, Yuta?” 

“Eh, well around this time is when everyone is awake so it’ll be a mix of studying and making sure no one kills each other,” he chuckled.

“Are there a lot of butting heads in the night dorm?” While you and Mark did checks of the outside of the night dorm, neither of you had ever been inside of it.

“Depends on everyone’s hunger levels- the shape shifters are the worst when they’re hungry,” he muttered in the last part, despite no one being close enough to really hear you two.

“Don’t shifters eat normal food?”

“Yeah, but you try finding a good place to eat at 2AM here.”

“I’ll make it my mission,” you half-joked. You looked up at your dorm building, surprised by how quickly you two had arrived. “Well, this is my stop.”

“All right, well, I’ll see you tomorrow Y/N,” he waved goodbye as you started into the building, the smile you had not leaving until you made it up the stairs and to your floor. 

Jaemin had stayed back in the classroom for his last class that night. He pretended to just take forever packing his notebook, but Hendery knew the true reason. The shifter didn’t bother asking Jaemin, and kept his gaze fixed on the door, watching as Yuta left quietly behind the large rush of the lecture hall.

“So now the crown prince meets the President’s daughter,” Hendery hummed, smiling as he watched you rush forward past the small classroom window.

“All seems to be going well,” Jaemin nodded. Jaemin was a psychic, and this vision of you meeting Yuta was one of many he had replayed over and over again- but these past few weeks, it had grown more clear and distinct to when he was basically able to tell the exact date  of the meeting. “This is good.”

“Hmm hopefully it doesn’t rain tomorrow,” Hendery was being facetious, and Jaemin frowned. Jaemin was one of the royals of the mythic world but since he was nowhere near next in line, Hendery knew he could get away with poking his friends' buttons. 

That night after you got back to your dorm, you were eating a pudding cup as Ten climbed in from your unlocked window. You stared at him in full disinterest as he paced your studio in a panic.

“Do you even understand how the government works for the mythics?” Ten pressed.  You crushed your pudding cup, silently trying to rack your brain as you recalled back to lessons with your father and Mark that centered around mythics. 

“I know it functions in a sort of… rotational manner?” It was embarrassing to admit you knew next to nothing about how mythics typically functioned in that matter- your lessons with your father really focused on protecting yourself and other basics of each species. Ten sighed, sitting on your bed.

“So, there are these eight families- to be honest you’ve probably met most of their heads. It’s the reason my Mom and your Dad have met so much that you and I became friends,” he shoved your arm playfully at this. “Each family represents some sort of major mythic species- two representing vampires, one for the elves- you get the picture.”

“Okay I know that. What does this have to do with me?” you were still trying to piece together Ten’s jumpy mood with his mention of the mythic government system.

“How do I say this… all of these young, rich, mythics that go here gossip. Especially when half of them have connections to royal lineage, like moi-,” he gestured to himself, “- and especially when the soon to be king of the mythics is amongst their classmates.” He let the last sentence hang, hoping you would catch his drift. You moved next to the vampire then, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Huh?”

“Yuta’s family is next in line, and he’s designated as the next King, making him the heir to the throne… dummy,” he flicked your head then.

“Ow! And, shit okay. How could people even smell me on him? I barely touched him.”

“You touched him?”

“I was helping him up, he tripped and fell.”

“Dude… well, hopefully nobody figures out that it’s you. God forbid… whatever. Just, be careful, okay?” he kicked his legs off the bed then, starting back for the window.

“Is it really that big of a deal if I speak with him? I mean, you and I have been friends for years. Plus, Mark has spoken to almost everyone in the night class!” Ten sighed, opening the window and leaning over the sill, before finally turning back to you.

“You’re a human girl who spoke to the crown prince comfortably enough that you helped him up after he tripped. He didn’t shoo you away, and you didn’t run away. That was your mistake.”

*****

Much to Jaemin’s dismay, it did rain the next day. He went through his observations of you again, one eye going white as he ran through his visions.

“They’re all blurry,” Jaemin grumbled, picking at his cereal. He was too tired to cook something hearty, and Hendery was more known for eating rather than his cooking. It didn’t help that the night dorm was a complete mess from the evening prior. The night dorms were situated in the far outskirts of Knights Cross College campus, nestled on its own cobblestone pathway surrounded on three sides by a forest. Since the night class was rather rowdy after their coursework in the evening, this was a good location as it wouldn’t awaken the mortals attending Knights Cross who didn’t know of the mythics existence.

Without a word, Jaemin stood up from the small mess hall. He maneuvered back into his shared bedroom with the shifter, passing different groupings of his fellow peers as he did so. As per usual, people either ignored him outright, or sent him a small polite nod. More often than not, Jaemin didn’t try to really make friends. He was far too busy fixated on the weight his family had placed on his shoulders. It was a burden only he could bear, and making unnecessary friends would not help. 

He was so excited to be your friend. Everytime he would check on your paths, you two were always good friends. While he wasn’t in love with how the prophecy was meant to end, he would be lying if he even thought about the prospect of just being your friend didn’t make him want to smile. So, him struggling to see your future path… it was worrisome.

Jaemin made sure to listen to any conversations he could as he moved through the night dorm, and they were all the same as the mess was last night: what human would dare touch the next king of the mythics?

The shifters, other vampires, and faeries were able to smell that someone helped Yuta yesterday after he tripped and fell. The marble was particularly slippery that evening, and Yuta isn’t the most graceful Vampire in the world. No one dared to ask Yuta directly, but boy did they press Johnny and Ten in an attempt to get them to spill any details they may know since they were one of the only mythics to actively interact with humans. The mythics hadn’t pieced together yet that it was you who helped Yuta, but that was the least of Jaemin’s worries now.

He snatched up the first windbreaker he could find in his closet and dashed downstairs, slipping through the front door and into the gated patio. 

He frowned, looking up and letting the rain soak his face as he glared up at the sky. In all of his visions of your second encounter with the prince, this day was supposed to be clear and beautiful. Jaemin tried to force another vision of you, but… nothing happened. He groaned, moving through the patio and climbing onto the stone fence, getting soaked as he glared mindlessly at the forest.

Then, he heard it. The small squelching of boots along the mulch path that encircled the dorm's outer gates. He turned around, seeing that he was the only mythic out on the gates. Yuta was-

“Hey,” your voice cracked through Jaemin’s spiraling thoughts. He looked down, seeing your puzzled expression. You wore your bo staff (Jaemin knows you’ve been training with that since you could walk)on your hip, your small black umbrella helping keep you dry. “Do you not get sick?”

Jaemin blinked, “what?”

“It’s just… why are you sitting out here in the rain?” you asked, your eyebrows frowning in concern. 

You usually never spoke to the mythics, mainly because all but a few outright ignored you, but as you stared up at Jaemin you couldn’t help but feel concerned.

“I… I can get sick,” Jaemin answered. He was surprised you could even hear him- the rain felt like tiny bullets, all ricocheting loudly against every surface it encountered. Jaemin usually can handle conversations by using his abilities to see what the other person would say, but as he tried to force his visions, nothing was working. Why weren’t they working?

In his internal panic, he didn’t notice you tie a hoodie over your head. You stretched your arm out to him, waiting patiently for him to take the umbrella.

“Yes but… this is wrong. This is wrong,” he muttered to himself.

You tilted your head, “it’s just an umbrella, I have another in my dorm.” This was a half truth- you used to have another one, but Mark borrowed it and never returned it. You watched as Jaemin’s hands trembled, his fingers brushing against yours as he took your umbrella. 

“Thanks,” he whispered.

“No problem…” you let your voice hang, staring at the man on the fence expectantly. 

“Jaemin. Na Jaemin.”

After a moment, you quietly stepped past the young man, not turning back as you continued to complete the checks around the night dorms. Before happening upon Jaemin, your mind was swirling with warnings from your best friend- but now, your mind was blank.

Jaemin was… strange to say the least. The strangest part, you had to admit, was how… beautiful he was. All of the mythics carried an ethereal beauty to them, but Jaemin… Something struck you about him that you couldn't quite place. He was so beautiful in fact that when you finally returned to your dorm, it was him you thought about right before going to bed.

***

“You smell like a human,” Hendery noted this as soon as Jaemin returned to the dorm. Jaemin had showered as soon as he returned to the dorm- both to wash off the rain water, but also to conceal any traces of you. He shot a look of irritation to the shifter, earning a small chuckle. “How come you were outside for so long? It’s raining elves and faeries out there.”

“You’re asking a lot of questions,” Jaemin sighed, leaning back in his seat. Psychics were one of the few mythics enrolled at Knight’s Cross that did actually need to sleep, but Jaemin was not eager to do so. Instead, he sat in the large kitchen space with Hendery, silently trying to review his mental footage of the encounter with you.

He had seen it all so clearly days ago- you encountered the vampire prince on the other side of the wall, and shared a small conversation. The skies were clear. It was perfect. It had been working so perfectly up to that point-.

“I’m sure whatever it is, it’ll fall into place,” Hendery cut off Jaemin’s thought process, earning him another glare. 

“It went terrible. Her path is fucked now,” Jaemin could feel his ancestors writhing in their graves. “I can’t even conjure anything now.”

Psychic powers tended to start as soon as they could get a grip on language. He had been able to conjure specific visions of different people’s paths since he could walk, and yours was a path he had been watching for some time now.

“Who’s fucked?” The addition of a third voice made the pair's heads snap up, looking at the vampiric intruder. Ten was casually drinking fake blood from a Capri Sun pouch, looking at the shifter and psychic with intense curiosity before he set the empty bag down. Ten’s nose twitched and he fixed his gaze on Jaemin.

Human relationships in any shape was considered taboo for years in most mythic circles until a couple of hundred years ago. Humans rarely reacted well to mythics, and tended to equate their existence to that of a mosquito: a nuisance with a short lifespan. While most other classes of mythics were willing to interact with humans, the aristocrats like the ones that attended Knight’s Cross College were typically discouraged from much human interaction.

Well, most were discouraged. Ten and Johnny’s families were close with your own, hence why you grew up alongside the faerie and vampire. A majority of the aristocrats were like Jaemin’s parents: generally neutral and somewhat in favor of working towards a united world with mythics and humans. However, there were families that actively sneered at the idea- Yuta’s family being the ringleaders behind the active opposition. Jaemin has known that Yuta’s mother has had the young prince’s life planned out fully- and being in a relationship with someone that was a human was not at all there.

“Nothing that concerns you,” Jaemin was brisk, not even flinching as he felt his eyesight blow out from his left eye and immediately begin sinking into different visions and paths that Ten was about to take. One, the most grainy, was Ten simply shrugging and walking off. The second, which was the most clear, was what actually occurred- Ten leaning forward and taking a small whiff of Jaemin’s shoulder, much to his chagrin.

Ten stood up tall, his eyes wide as he whispered, “has anyone else noticed?”

“Just me,” Hendery whistled as Jaemin’s eye sight fully returned. 

“Great,” Ten grumbled, pulling up a seat in between the two. “So how is she fucked?”

Jaemin stared at Ten, his left eye blowing out again as he forced himself to have other visions with the vampire. Grainy images of him frantically texting someone, going into the city with another person, and encountering a shrouded, dark figure- Jaemin couldn’t decipher it. It was all blurry. He couldn’t even see you in other people’s futures. 

“You’re going into the city soon?” Jaemin asked, hoping this would clear the vision still playing and ruining his depth perception.

Ten tilted his head, taking out any remaining liquid from the capri sun, “I was thinking of going thrifting. Why? You use your powers just to watch me go shopping?”

“You use your powers just to rock climb?” teased Hendery, earning an arm punch from Ten before the two began wrestling in the kitchen. Jaemin sighed, rolling his eyes at the stupid rivalry between vampires and shifters, ignoring Ten’s cries for help as Hendery quickly pinned the vampire's arms behind his back.

You woke up in your dorm on the other side of campus mid afternoon. Being a warden afforded you a weird class schedule, so you didn’t wake up until around four in the afternoon. Brushing your teeth, you got a call from Ten and rolled your eyes.

The night prior, the only mythic you were close with had bursted into your dorm in a fury. Apparently, you caused a stir in the night dorm.

“Yes?” your voice was slurred, mouth filled with foamed toothpaste.

“Why is there a second mythic that not only has your smell but now has your umbrella?” Ten’s voice was in a high pitched whisper, as if he was hiding somewhere to call you.

“You said it was bad for me to be speaking to the heir to the mythic world- there is no way Jaemin is also an heir,” you didn’t really care about anyone’s status, but you couldn’t help but snipe at the vampire.

You rolled your eyes as you heard the vampire groan in frustration. “Yuta is off limits yeah, but Jaemin? He… he gave you the time of day. That’s just plain weird.”

At this you burst out laughing, spitting out the toothpaste into the sink. “What can I say? I’m a catch.”

“That’s why you’ve been single for years.”

“Fuck you, Ten.”

“See you in class, love ya!”

The rain had stopped once you started out towards the main building of the school. During the day, the main building which housed most of the lecture halls and offices had its gates open and free to be entered by all students. It was at night that the gate was closed in order to protect the secret of the night class. It helped that the library and mess hall were a good distance from the main building, but you and your adoptive brother had managed to catch several of your peers trying to sneak in after hours.

You had your two ‘normal’ classes with two best friends- one who was a Teacher’s Assistant, and another as a classmate. You waved goodbye to the latter friend, and Jungwoo said goodbye, reminding you that you promised you would help him with the homework later in the week.

You had started towards your Father’s office at the center of the now emptying building when a door opened, shocking you as it nearly hit you in order to block your path. Your hand had instinctually moved to your hip to grab your bo staff only to grasp at air. Shit, you left it in your Dad’s office along with all your other equipment. 

“I need to talk to you,” Jaemin’s voice was low, his brows furrowed. His face looked completely frazzled, sending a cocktail of concern and curiosity down your spine.

“It was just an umbrella,” was what you replied with before you tauntingly tilted your head, “what? Is that a marriage proposal to mythics?”

Jaemin’s ears went red and he looked behind the door to check if the coast was clear before looking back at you, “ you wish. Look, I just need five minutes.”

“I don’t know if you should brag about that,” you found yourself taunting, walking into the emptied classroom Jaemin had snuck into. 

The door shut, and you stared at the psychic whose whole face was now red in embarrassment. Jaemin was used to having the upper hand in every conversation- he always knew what the other person would say, tested out hundreds of responses, and knew exactly what to do. 

Now, with his future seeing abilities on the fritz, he felt vulnerable before you. And that terrified him.

“I can’t see your future anymore,” Jaemin’s voice came out so weak that you strained your hearing just to catch his words. “I… I’ve been watching your paths for so long but since yesterday-.”

“Why?”

“Huh?”

“Why do you want to see my future? Have you been watching it for a long time?” This was a question Jaemin had seen numerous times, but he was drawing blanks as to what was the best reply. 

His mouth went dry, and he paused before answering, “because I want to, and… yes.”

It was quiet, and you felt the hairs on the back of your neck rise. Jaemin wore a puzzled expression, seeming to be studying you as you tried to slowly move towards the door and away from the psychic. From your understanding, the smallest subset of mythics were psychics. According to your history of mythics course, a majority of psychics were systematically killed in the 1800s by the elves- which then led to what was known as the elvish war. The Na’s were one of the few psychic families left.

None of the few bits of information you knew dropped any logical reasoning behind him and the haunting dread his words made you feel.

“Well… that’s… something,” your hand slowly moved towards the door handle, and a look of surprise dawned on Jaemin.

“I’m- I’m not a stalker!” he panicked, reaching the door to stop you.

“That’s reassuring!” you forced a fake smile as you flung the door open, dashing down the hall with the psychic close on your heels. 

You were far more physically inclined than an average human, but despite this, Jaemin kept close behind you, trying to shout any reassurances your way.

“Stop! Please, I can explain!” his voice bounded off the empty hallway, your feet pounding against the marble as you booked it into the Office of the President, hands fumbling to grab the key from your pocket. Much to your dismay, you dropped the keys.

You were breathing heavily, back pressed against your father’s office that housed your weapons as you glared at the psychic and the keys that sat on the floor between the two of you. He was huffing, hands on his knees as he tried to gather his words. The space you were in was the secretary and staff space that the University’s team worked from, and you glanced to the right, where your Dad’s top secretary, Taeyeon, had her desk.

Taeyeon was a mind reader, and for once, you wish you had her abilities just so you could deduce whatever the fuck was going on in this guys mind.

“What the fuck do you want?” you hissed, keeping your hands pressed flat against the office door to stop yourself from shaking.

“I… you,” Jaemin was huffing intensely, still out of breath, “your future is extremely important, and I need to make sure it happens,” he settled on, standing up straight.

Your face contorted into a bewildered expression before you simply frowned, “is this… is that some weird… is that a fucking pick up line?”

Jaemin’s skin was still red from the previous exertion of energy, and this assumption of yours was enough to snipe his complexion entirely. He began rapidly shaking his head in denial before pausing. The hairs on the back of your neck rose, and judging by Jaemin’s terrified face, he felt it too. One of his eyes went white, and you used the moment to move forward quickly and snatch the keys back, fumbling with them to open the door.

“No, there’s a-!”

“Demon,” you finished, your throat dry as you stared at the dark figure rummaging around in your Dad’s office. Your Dad’s office was typically put together- albeit his desk usually was overflowing with paper- but this was… a disaster. The papers on his desk were thrown all over the place, one of his overfilled, alphabetized bookcases were knocked over onto the ground, and the family portrait of you, your father, and Mark had a huge slash down the center. 

The demon didn’t seem to notice you, its face buried in the trashcan next to your father’s desk. The cabinet that held the items necessary to banish the hell spawn was untouched but on the complete otherside of the room. You couldn’t call Mark- you were afraid of engaging with it before you were fully prepared.

“Hey!” Jaemin moved before you could stop him, and he quickly sprinted and toppled the demon. “Get your holy water!” he shouted, struggling to keep the demon under his body weight. You bolted to the cabinet, taking out the fanny pack that held your kit of defense items. You tore the holy water cap off with your teeth, rushing to Jaemin’s side as the demon thrashed and spit at the psychic. 

You began reciting the bible verse as you soaked the wooden stake with holy water, and over the monstrous roar of the demon, you could hear Jaemin following along with you on the verse. As soon as you finished, you struck the demon square in its chest, and as the figure evaporated, you picked up one word, “... queen.”

You fell to your knees next to Jaemin, both of you coated in a panic sweat and breathing heavily. You couldn’t even begin to wrap your mind around the fact that there was a demon on the school grounds, let alone try to understand that the demon spoke and how it made you feel.

It felt… familiar?

“I guess paying attention in all of those demon classes paid off,” Jaemin chuckled, his voice cracking. You looked at him confused before he continued, “after the blue night, all psychic, elf, and mind readers had to go through a few demon training classes to learn how to banish demons just… in case.”

The blue night?

Jaemin tilted his head then at your blank expression, again, trying to force a vision to which none came up. “You haven’t properly learned about the night you were found, right?”

“I…” you were at a loss for words, Jaemin’s now calm features causing you even more distress.

“Oh my god what the hell happened!?” Mark’s shriek of terror and him eventually wrapping you in a bear hug threw you further for a loop.

In all of Jaemin’s visions of you, you were never quiet unless you were in a deep distress, so while you were coddled and silent as your brother cried on your shoulder, Jaemin stood up and met your Father’s gaze.

“There was a demon, sir,” Jaemin told him, forcing a vision to see how he would react. “Your daughter was able to banish it with ease and she’s fine but…” he paused, his vision becoming grainy as he saw a potentially terrible path, “you should cancel the classes for the night. The Vatican needs to reinforce the holy barrier around the school.”

He was studying Jaemin and whipped out his phone shortly afterwards, calling up several higher ups. Jaemin turned around, not flinching to see Mark looming behind him with a skeptical expression.

“She said you helped her.”

“She did most of it, your sister is extremely capable.”

“Still, thanks. Although, I still don’t get why you were here in the first place,” Mark noted, waiting for Jaemin to offer more. Jaemin glanced to see you studying him, your stake still in your hands.

“I’m gonna go to the dorm, beat the crowd,” was all Jaemin offered as he left the office, brushing past your father as he went to formally announce the cancellation of the classes tonight.

You were in a daze. If you had anything in your stomach, you probably would have thrown it up. Your Dad and Mark checked to make sure you didn’t have a fever, their hands both on your forehead as you mentally went over the details of the whole ordeal.

“... Johnny, Ten, and I,” you refocused yourself at the end of Mark’s sentence, blinking quickly.

“What about you guys?”

“We’re staying with you in your dorm to make sure you’re okay, plus if not they’ll just be bored in the night dorm,” Mark forced a laugh towards the end, likely to try and get a smile out of you. You remained with a blank expression, looking forward to see that your Dad at some point left, likely when you were out of it.

“Okay,” was all you replied with. You met the other two outside of your father’s office, noting the small crowd of night students leaving the building as they waited behind. Johnny had his faerie wings exposed, their purple hue contrasting with the relaxed sweatpants he had on.

“Ready to go?” Ten’s usual cheery voice was gone, replaced with one of concern. Johnny, as per usual, was quiet as he placed his jacket back on, concealing his wings from any potential day class students that met around the dorms at this time.

“So… what actually happened?” Ten asked, now perched in your dorm. Part of yours and Mark’s job description as wardens was to also be resident assistants, and as such, you had your own studio on the floor that housed all of the honors students. Mark, however, was on the floor above you which housed a few of the athletes- the much more difficult floor, making your studio far more appealing to the four of you.

“There was a demon in our Dad’s office,” you whispered, still uncertain. It was quiet as everyone shared silent words.

“So you just attract demons,” Johnny said it so matter of fact that his words struggled to truly register for you until Ten punched the faerie in the chest. “It was a joke… I mean… this is the second time you’re found around demons.”

“Johnny what the hell is wrong with you?” Mark frowned. You stood up, eyebrows furrowed as you glared at the faerie, everyone holding their breath.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” This response stunned Johnny, and you could see the immediate pity pass through his eyes before he glared at Mark.

“She doesn’t know?” 

The three of them started arguing amongst themselves, as Jaemin’s words tore through your head, “You haven’t properly learned about the night you were found, right?”

“Give me your phone,” you extended your hand out to Ten, ignoring the three of them still yelling at each other. The vampire looked confused, but begrudgingly unlocked his phone and handed it to you. Quickly you dug through his contact list, writing out the number you needed on your own phone before you passed Ten’s phone back to him, silent as you walked out of your own dorm and into the night.

It was painfully quiet outside, and you ignored the numerous texts Mark sent your way saying you shouldn’t be outside as you dialed Jaemin’s number.

“Y/n?” Jaemin answered on the third ring, and you just walked faster towards the night dorm.

“How did you-?”

“I told you- I can’t see your future anymore. You’re the only person who I can’t see.”

“So when you check your own future and can’t even see it-.”

“It’s fair to assume who it is, at least at this point,” he grumbled in the last part before continuing, “um… why are you calling?”

“Meet me in the library.”

“At the booth?” His question made you freeze, your tongue caught in your throat. “I’ve seen your future before.”

“Yes, the booth!” You snapped, hanging up. This had to be one of the worst nights of your life- second to only the night you were found. You didn’t remember the details- clearly- but there was one bit of the night your father found and adopted you, one memory that would claw its way into your nightmares on occasion and make you wake up drenched in sweat.

In your memory, you stood in the freezing cold snow, disoriented as you usually were and trying to figure out… everything. Your five year old mind struggled to piece anything together as you stared at the red patterns on the snow beneath you, and the shadow hovering over you against the blue light. 

Knight’s Cross College’s library was open 24 hours a day, but even at one in the morning if it wasn’t finals season the place was like a ghost town. The booth Jaemin was referring to was your favorite place to study. It sat on the second floor next to a wall of floor to ceiling windows. During the day it offered a warm, inviting view of the campus, a nice treat when you spent long hours studying. Yet at night, with the lit up and empty campus, it felt ominous- like a warning.

You sat in the seat across from Jaemin, staring down at your fingers as you tried to gather your thoughts. Taking a deep breath, you met his gaze, “What do you know?”

He cocked his head, narrowing eyes, “I told you I-.”

“I mean,” you raised your hand and paused, chiding yourself for losing your cool for a moment, “I mean, what do you know about my past- not my future.”

Jaemin sank back in the booth, his eyes searching the empty table as he racked his brain for not only his memories for the life you were currently in, but the one you could have had- the one where your adopted father told you the truth. He looked up, your eyes pained as you waited for him to start.

“All on one night several hundred demons all escaped the underworld and took possession of a few dozen humans, and several mythics. Because of how demons have to be exorcized, the humans were fine, psychics, mind readers, and elves lived…” he let his words hang in there, and he watched as your eyes slowly widened in understanding. The anguish in your face caused Jaemin to feel a pang in his chest, and impulsively, he reached across the table to hold your hands.

You shook your head, “How did they… exorcize them?” you needed Jaemin to say the words- what happened to all of those people, and then you could begin to piece together what you were actually dealing with.

Jaemin hesitated, but you squeezed his hands to encourage him to continue, “The leaders of the Vatican thought for some reason, it would be a good idea to gather all of the possessed mythics together under one roof. A ‘mass exorcizing’ is what they planned to do. My mother could see the future but… they wouldn’t listen. The Vatican locked themselves and the mythics into the building, when they began to perform the exercise… the mythics burst into flames. It set everything and everyone in the building on fire. Only three people survived… one of them was your father.”

“And I was just there, in the snow, surrounded by the blue flames of that building,” you filled in. “Demons… that was the last time they were spotted on the surface?”

He nodded, “not since the night you appeared.”“So you just attract demons,” Johnny’s pointed words in your head made you sick. You leaned your head on the table, still holding Jaemin’s hands.

CONTINUE? CHP. 2-> OUT NOW.

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[tobiasdrake]

Snowy hellscape? Snowy hellscape.

We are not dressed warmly enough for this. Good thing we got all that cold weather practice back at Zenith Academy. Nobody talks about it but the sky is very cold all the time. It's a miserable place to live.

We aren't burning the books yet, but we've been here five minutes and I already hate this place.

Oh my god, they have ice DJs. I take it back. This place is amazing. I renounce all other places. What do you even call a--

Rude.

Now I can cross "used ice to ward away the cold" off my list of life experiences that I never wanted to have in the first fucking place.

Still aren't burning the books but I am this close.

No. Absolutely not. I am too cold and pissy right now to deal with you jackfucks.

So help me, I will skin you for warmth.

...honestly, that was barely even a fight. We've had random encounters with more punch than you two. Zale and I only had to pop a single Mending Light.

When you see One and Three, tell them I said, "Hey, at least you're not these clowns. Silver medal's better than bronze."

Alright, it's real enough. Archivist's books are safe from my wrath.

I am going to be the greatest menace to sleep schedules in history. Hmm, what kind of lighting would I like for our journey today?

Maybe we can use this to fulfill our prophecies properly, since we're apparently too shitty to do it ourselves. To be fair, using tool assistance to compensate for our shortcomings is what makes us human.

Hmm... if we can control the day/night cycle freely now, can we use this to fabricate an eclipse when needed? I was thinking about that before with the time rune things but now we don't even need the runes.

Son of a bitch! If you'd told us that from the beginning, we could have just turned around, gone straight to the Fleshmancer's castle, and died horribly.

Well played, old man.

Well, credit where it's due; The compensation for this one was pretty cool. So why not. Maybe we can make a deal.

Yeah, I saw him when I was faffing about earlier. Is there more to him or is he just a head?

Are you the guy that Garl's supposed to demand a Flask of Borrowed Time from? Because this sounds pretty Flask of Borrowed Time adjacent.

Don't forget about that, Garl. My prophecies and Zale's have been trash, but you get the best prophecies.

Wait, you can do that? Could you just. Like. Reverse time to the night of the Eclipse and then we jump in and stop Erlina and Brugaves before they know what hit 'em?

If you can control time then our best option for dealing with Mesa Island is to prevent the Dweller of Strife from ever waking up to begin with.

XD

"I have no idea where Aephorul put my artifact but he's a predictable little shit so it's going to be there."

Well. Shit. I have a feeling we're about to find out if we can fabricate eclipses or not.

I guess we really wouldn't have been done once the Dweller of Woe was dead. Strange. If a Dweller's here, I wonder why it's not. Like. Doing anything.

I'm feeling a lot better about our chances against the Dweller of Strife than I was five minutes ago.

Here are your books back. I'm sorry I threatened to burn them.

It's called Torment Peak because the Dweller of fucking Torment lives there. Nobody knows there's a Dweller there because the place fucks with your head so bad that the Docarri, having set up shop on the island, discourage people from visiting.

There could be hidden Dwellers anyplace where common knowledge says we don't go there ever.

Okay, point to Erlina and Bugraves. We actually wouldn't have been finished after the Dweller of Woe was killed.

But also five points deducted because. What. People are just supposed to live like this? What the Dweller of Woe was doing to that island isn't any less unfathomably horrifying just because more Dwellers exist. If anything it's moreso. How long until the Dweller of Torment beefs up enough to do the same shit to the Docarri?

Oh, yes please. I could chug some "Fuck Outta My Head" Juice. We had a bad experience with exactly this kinda shit on Wraith Island and I don't want that ever happening again.

[ambitionsource]

Goodbye, Season 4

Hello, my dearest AMBITION readers. I just have to say... wow.

That kind of feels like all the words I have left, after dumping over three-quarters of a million of 'em on this season. Can you believe that? If you're still here, reading all of that happily and eagerly, well, all I can say is thank you. Again and again, for going on this narrative ride with us. Suffice to say, Es and I weren't convinced when we had this lightning strike of an idea five years ago (FIVE YEARS... LIKE WHAT?) that we would make it all the way to the end. Now, with Season 4 in the rearview and the only thing left to tackle being the fifth and final season, I feel more and more confident that we will make it through. We will see this project to the end, come hell or high water.

And although we love to think we would've done it no matter what, it cannot go without saying how much of that success is shared with you all. The AMBITION warriors, who have read close to two million words of an entirely fictional TV show that we're all collectively pretending is real (because why not, life's too short). For enduring our plot twists, rooting for the ensemble through their complex narrative arcs, and somehow trusting that we'd keep on delivering. Screaming your reactions to us in our inbox so we could scream along with you; sharing the small and occasionally powerful ways this series has impacted you and touched your hearts.

And believe us, we relate -- this story has brought us so much that we are so grateful for. Friendships we can't imagine our lives without (including each other), one of the most fulfilling and creative ways to work on our craft. It hasn't always been easy, and not every part of the process was a blast, but I can confidently say without a doubt that it was worth it. Every word, every minute, from the start in March 2019 until now has been some of the best I've ever written and ever spent.

So again, thank you. Thank you for reading; thank you for clowning and participating in the group hallucination that is being a fan of this show. Thanks for sharing it with your friends, maybe creating friends in the process; thanks for just buckling in and going along for the journey. We are so happy you're here.

But for now, the finale calls. Enjoy -- or not; scream, cry, throw up -- or not. This show is yours to experience, so take it in your hands and set off. The future awaits.

Until next time, when we reunite for the final (again... HOW?) season,

-- Creator Maggie 💝

[lagotu]

1: Useless, to become

Just a few minutes after being summoned, we were lined up in front of the human king. He was stroking his magnificent beard as he judged us.

"Hmm. Greetings, heroes of another world. I am King Destine, ruler of the Kingdom of Destinia. I welcome you to the heart of the Human Continent." The royal court and knights bowed to us as he spoke.

King Destinia has aged a little. He looks like a dignified middle-aged man. Judging from his wrinkles... it looks like it's been about five years since I last saw him.

"Thank you, King Destinia. We have come here to fulfill the mission you have given us."

The person who answered the king's words was Kouma, the class hero. That idiot.

It only took a few minutes of the princess explaining why he was summoned for him to be struck by emotion and accept it.

According to the princess, the Human Continent was being attacked by Demons and Beasts. The cause of the war was unknown. It was supposed to have ended years ago, but it suddenly started again. Moreover, it seems the Beasts and Demons have formed an alliance against the struggling Humans.

"In order to restore peace to this country, I want to entrust the role of ending this war to these brave young men and women..." That's what her story is.

To put it bluntly, Kouma is stupid. Even an idiot wouldn't risk their life for a country they met a few minutes ago. And I wasn't an idiot.

... But this time it wasn't just me.

"Yes, we will accept! If it's okay with all of us!" Kouma responded with equal fervor. The rest of the class nodded their heads.

Just as I was about to tell them to at least think a little, I noticed the magic in the princess's eyes.

(... Are those Charm Eyes? )

Charm Eyes, also known as eyes of fascination, seductive magic that makes people do what you want... The point is, all these people were put under a spell. Oh, but don't get the wrong idea - it doesn't make you fall in love with her, it just makes it easier to accept what she says.

Even so... she must be quite powerful to be able to attract this many people. It seems like that princess has gotten stronger in the five years since I had last seen her. Even beginner magic used to be hard for her.

Well, as you can imagine, charm eyes don't affect me. Even a medusa's petrifying eyes has no effect on me.

There's one other person who wasn't charmed.

"Why is everyone so eager to go?" Yuuhi looks flustered, but not charmed.

I've been giving her my divine protection since she was little, and that's why I can cast mental interference protection magic on her without raising suspicion.

... You wanna know why? Yuuhi is the only person in my second life, other than my parents, that I care about. Sometimes her brightness helped me keep going. That's why I swore to myself in this life that I would protect her.

... Well, even though I was able to guard Yuuhi, it was still just the two of us, so we had no choice but to remain quiet.

And that's why now we're being forced to take a magic potential test. Thanks, Kouma.

The test is a simple one, conducted by touching a crystal ball the size of a soccer ball. The crystal ball is then examined to identify the person's magical potential, and their types.

If you have no potential, nothing will happen. If you do, the ball will turn green, then yellow, orange, red, blue, purple, black, white, depending on the amount of magic. Green is the lowest potential and white is the highest, and the average of this world is orange. Blue or purple people are considered talented. If you're at the level of a monster, it's black...or something like that, anyway.

"Amazing! Master Kouma's potential is white! And he has five types: all four fundamentals, as well as light!" The princess is almost jumping up and down with excitement.

It seems like Kouma's quite talented. It's normal for humans living in modern times to have a lot of potential, but white is above that, about the level of a monster. If Kouma trains properly, he should become quite capable.

... I've mentioned how to find the magical power level... as for how to find out the types, if you have a certain level of magical knowledge, you can figure it out just by looking at a crystal ball. Only I, the princess, and the royal magicians should be able to tell.

Oh, by the way, there are four fundamental types: fire, water, lightning, and earth. The hero receiving rave reviews has not only the four basics, but also light.

The light type is particularly valuable in this world. He's going to be used quite extensively from now on, I'm sorry to say.

Kouma is quite good, but most of the others are also overflowing with talent. The lowest among them is purple. Isn't that crazy?

Kouma's friends are all black with a little white mixed in, and they all have many types, which puts them a bit higher than black. Yuuhi is gray, almost white.

Generally speaking, if you have a lot of magical power, you will also tend to have a lot of types. The market price in this world is 1-2 types, but these guys all have at least 3 types. Among them, the one with the most types is Yuuhi, who has a seven types, about the level of a monster.

“Next person please!”

That's me. Before I knew it, I was at the front of the line.

Wow... the orb looks... eye-catching.

"Hand on the crystal!" the princess directs at me.

I place my hand on the crystal as I was told.

The princess looks at it with expectation, but the crystal doesn't turn any color.

"What... do you mean? What do you mean?"

She looks confused. The princess places her hand on the orb, and the color changes to purple. So it's not a malfunction. Princess's expression changes suddenly. Her excited expression changes, like she's looking at garbage.

"You have zero magic potential..."

She's a person whose eyes have changed. Back then, my impression of her was a naughty kid.

"Well, I'm sure there are some people out there like that. I'm sorry, but we'll be disbanding for today! We'll each provide you with your own room, so feel free to use it as you please!"

Kuhaha! Her attitude sure changed quickly!

The princess goes without giving me a second glance. I glance behind me, and see my classmates looking at me, as if they were taunting me. The Endo gang in particular have irritating smiles on their faces.

The royal magicians also had pitying expressions on their faces, as if to say, "You're a brave one.''

It really is a shame, that there are no good magicians in this castle.

The reason the crystal didn't change color when I touched it is not because I have no magical potential.

... A crystal ball of that size can't measure it.

That crystal doesn't have the capacity to measure magical potential greater than white. That's why the color didn't change.

Oh, by the way, my types are almost all of them, including all the human ones. It was something I got the hang of when fighting with those... guys...

And that's how it is. I feel sorry for the people in the castle who got the wrong idea, but I'm going to use that to my advantage.

I want to get out of the castle as soon as possible, and for that purpose I will use the knowledge I learned from world summoning webnovels.

“...Please regard me as useless,” I whisper.

If I'm branded as useless, I will be kicked out the castle.

And then my carefree life in another world will begin! The first time was full of battles and fighting, so the second time I'm going to have a lot of fun.

And so my self-explusion plan proceeded.

[parcequecestnotreprojeeeet]

Hi. It’s me, Fanfic Anon #2. This is just a super quick piece, but after all the sweet photos with the grandchildren, I had to write something!

“They grow up so fast,” he whispers to his wife, coming from behind and wrapping his arms around her waist, resting his head on top of hers, as they watch their grandkids playing out in the gardens while everyone else invited to the event is in their own little groups engaging in conversation.

“They do,” she replied, a hint of wistfulness and melancholy colouring her voice.

“I remember five years ago at this same party, one of them was desperately trying to feed me that chocolate dessert, whatever it was -“

“Some mousse I think.”

“And you were terrified it would get all over me!”

“Well you were on to your second suit of the day! Whose grand idea was it for you to get soaking wet, huh?”

“You know that when it rained with Hollande it was seen as a bad omen -“

“Yes. But riding in an open top vehicle?” she pushed back, noting her skepticism.

He laughed a little and squeezed her a little tighter. “Remember when they tore up that speech -“

“Remember? As if I could forget? God knows I still watch where all their grubby little hands are -“

“You did not just call them grubby!”

“I stand by it! You can’t leave them alone for five minutes! Or with you, for that matter!”

“Hey!”

“Chéri, you are an amazing grandfather, you are so good with them, and they love you so much. But you’re such a softie. They walk all over you, and I’m left to be the disciplinarian, cleaning up whatever mess you all make.”

“Name me one time it got out of control!” he demanded.

“I seem to remember a pillow fort that took us two days to disassemble,” she replied, smiling at the memory.

“Mamie! Look!” Emma had pulled her from the kitchen where she was fixing their dinner towards their living room, stunned to see what appeared to be every pillow, sheet, and blanket in the house twisted, turned, and connected from every corner, bookshelf, lamp, TV, and couch in the room.

“What is all this?” Brigitte asked, horrified.

“We made a fort!” Emmanuel declared popping his head out from underneath the monstrosity.

“I can see that,” she replied, her voice monotone to indicate to her husband she was not pleased.

“Daddy said that we couldn’t go camping outside because the weather was too bad and rainy so we decided to camp inside tonight,” Emma reported to her grandmother.

“Did he now?” Brigitte asked, staring at her husband, eye brow raised in warning.

“Come on, Mamie! It will be fun. Please!” Emma turned to her, begging with her best puppy dog eyes.

She relented in the end, after her husband had promised to work out any kinks in her back from sleeping on the floor, and they had a marvelous time (both with their grandchildren and after when he fulfilled his promise), which caused him to challenge her, “I seem to remember you were a very willing participant.”

“Not in making it.”

“Touché.” They stood there for a few moments in quiet silence, just enjoying the peace of being with each other, surrounded by their friends and family, in a way they hadn’t been able to do frequently over the last five years, before he added, “I still can’t believe they’re all grown up.”

“They’re not all grown up.”

“I mean. It couldn’t have been 16 years ago we were in the delivery room for the first time waiting to welcome Emma into the world, or 15 years ago when that photo from our wedding with her between us was taken, or 13 years ago when she started school, or -“

“A year ago when she came to you for advice on dating?”

“We are not talking about that, ever again. She is not dating anyone ever.”

“I think it’s sweet! Besides, I think she came to the right person, everything I’ve ever learned about love, true love, I learned from you.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” he tried to remain stern, especially as he felt her press herself closer into him.

“You forget how well I know flattery gets me anywhere with you.”

In their own little bubble, they missed little Elise running up to them, only realizing that someone was looking for them when they heard her ask, “Daddy? Can you come play?”

“Go,” Brigitte told him with a smile, slowly disentangling from his arms.

He reached out, and grabbed her arm, stopping her before she pulled away, turning back to Elise, replying, “only if Mamie can join.”

Hellooo fanfic Anon #2! ❤️

Edit:

Fanfics with the grandkids always melt my heart, you know that 🥰

The conversation of how Emmanuel let the kids do everything and then she had to come and be the disciplinary one, also reminded me of their relationship with Nemo hahaha

Emma coming to Emmanuel for advice on dating hahaha daddy Manu protective mode activated 😈

Emmanuel making a sort of tent on the living room hahaha what an adorable mess 🥰

This piece was really sweet! 🥰

Thank you so much ❤️❤️❤️

[misspearly1]

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Pairing: Joel Miller x You

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Warnings: Established Relationship. Pregnancy. ANGST. lots of angsty vibes folks. Joel doesn't accept the pregnancy at first. Mentions of character death (Sarah). Arguments and mean things being said in the heat of the moment. Lots of making up. Smut. Oral (F receiving) Unprotected PIV. Lactation. Lots of Fluff too. Vulnerable, fragile Joel.

AN: This one was lovely, saddening and at some points, funny to write. An absolute pleasure to fulfil @supernaturalgirl20's request! Thank you for asking me to write this my darling. I certainly hope that I have captured it just like you imagined 💜

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The night was young - like no other night in the last twenty years living on this hell hole that is called earth.

There was silly kitchen dancing, alcohol induced laughter and giggles, and intense passion between you and your lover.

Three months ago. That’s how long your memory dates back to, back to this night of fun, of love and sex filled desire with your boyfriend, Joel Miller.

You’ve been in the Jackson community for six years now, no longer needing to survive or live through the harsh reality of the Cordyceps Virus on the outside, but just living out the rest of your ‘normal’ life within the walls.

Safe and secure. That is what they promised, and so far, they have fulfilled that promise, and more.

Joel showed up three years ago and it was a love at first sight moment between you both. Tommy knew instantly that you’d be a match for his older brother and set you both up to be patrol partners.

Days turned into weeks and then weeks turned into months. Every one of those days, you’d get to know Joel - and vice versa - and your attraction grew for the man with every new detail you came to learn.

Joel loves his coffee. Bitter and strong. He loves country music, playing the guitar effortlessly and singing wonderfully. Loves to craft fine, detailed wood work in his workshop. Loves nature’s natural beauty and hiking whenever he can, whenever it is somewhat safe outside.

He loves his daughters Ellie and Sarah, and he has come to love you too. Many things you’ve come to learn about Joel as you became a part of his family. As you two have become one together.

Your love for him is like no other, and you can only hope that his is the same, because while you sit here reminiscing about the last three years with him, you hope that he can love you enough no matter what this pregnancy test comes back with.

Your eyes sting, needing to release the tears that you are holding back. Your stomach churns with dread for the outcome of being pregnant, all while you wait for those lines to appear on the stick.

It was three months ago that you think is where the unprotected deed happened between you both. It had to be on that night when you two were drunk.

Drunkenly in love and dancing around in the kitchen, giggling with him when he twirled you around on the spot and brought your back flush against his chest.

Swaying softly, Joel’s crotch grinded into you in just the right way and it started with a simple kiss of the lips. His hands were placed atop of your own, over your stomach while you tilted your head to kiss him.

A soft, chaste peck of the lips while his beard tickled your face nicely and when he placed one of those big, handsome calloused hands, that you love, across your face with his thumb to your chin and opened your mouth, he licked your tongue in a fervent kiss.

After that… the rest of the night was chemistry.

This was undoubtedly, the longest, hardest five minutes of your life. You thought hard about Joel and how much you love him. The idea of being pregnant with his baby is both thrilling and scary.

Picturing him or her running around sharing both your features is enough to bring happy tears to your eyes, but then, your mind of course wanders into what Joel might say.

Sitting on the toilet seat, eyes trained on the test while you wait for the kitchen timer to set off, you’re in a deep trance of thought.

That pit in your stomach drops when the ringing buzzes out. A single tear finally rolls down your cheek when you stop it and turn to the test. Hands shaking as you reach out and grab it, you stare down at the results.

Two lines.

Two, very clear, very prominent, distinct red lines. A visible confirmation that you are indeed pregnant. Your heart begins to pound in your ears. Is it anxiety or excitement?

You can’t quite place what emotion you were feeling the most but whichever one it was that was fogging your mind so much, it caused you to not hear the bathroom door open.

“Darlin’?” Only the soft, raspy southern drawl of Joel’s voice could penetrate your mind and you looked up at him. His brows furrowed, skin drained in color and eyes emotionless as he looked between you and the test held in your hands.

Visibly gulping, you cleared your throat to speak but the words couldn’t fall off your tongue and it seemed as though Joel couldn’t form the words either. You both stared at each other tensely and you watched his face contort into a scowl.

That scowl you’ve seen a thousand times already. He is angry. He shook his head at you, expressing regret and turned his back then left.

Joel left you.

Shaking. Crying. Hysterical with tears. Joel left you in your bathroom in this state without so much as a word. Only the sound of your front door slamming shut is what you heard ringing throughout your home. A slam that has severed your relationship.

*One Month Later*

“Hey-hey.. C’mon now Y/N, stop that sweety,” Maria’s voice hummed through the bedroom door, trying to soothe you as you bawl to yourself under the covers of her blankets.

She pushed the door open and entered. Perching herself to the edge of her bed, she placed a hand to your shoulder and leant down to whisper in your ear, softly “stop crying sweetheart. It’s not good for you or the baby”

Peeling your face out from the pillow, face flushed and eyes red, you muttered back, “you mean the baby he doesn’t want?”

Laying on your back, you kept your eyes trained on the ceiling but they closed and you wept when her two small hands lay gently on your small bump.

“Do you want this baby?” her question had your eyes snapping open to look at her. Fury behind your tone when you answered, “Of course I fucking do. What sort of question is that?”

She smiled at you, thankfully she understood your hormonal state, Maria smiled and brought your hand to your stomach, holding it there with you while she spoke again, “Then she or he is all you need. You have everyone here in Jackson with you, Y/N. I know it hurts, I know - shhh. Stop crying now honey.”

Comforting you as you began to hyperventilate, you muttered between pain stricken breaths, “but he’s not with me. I want Joel with me…” Maria lay down with you, nestling your head to her chest and cuddling you while you wept.

That day you found out about your pregnancy was the day you moved here in her home. Joel had come home late that evening and it erupted into an argument about how you and him were reckless. He blamed you for not noticing it sooner, as if he were insinuating that termination was even a fucking option.

Sarah was the main focus of the quarrel and the fuel behind his heat of the moment words.

Painful and angering to your ears, you understood why he was scared of this pregnancy, but it angered you at the same time. Joel has lived through the god awful experience of losing his child, an experience he wouldn’t wish on his worst enemy.

Something he wishes to never, ever, go through again. That you understand. However, you couldn’t wrap your head around, nor forgive him, for saying ‘this was a mistake’.

That ended the argument and you left him. Walking to Maria’s home and disturbing her in the dead of night, Tommy had left to go reprimand his brother while she stayed and comforted you, and she has been doing that everyday for the last month since then. She and Tommy took you in, fed you and have been gathering the essentials for your baby.

Your heart is utterly shattered. It falls apart more and more each time you look at the beautiful half moon baby crib, a lucky and precious item to find in this world, or the pretty different coloured baby clothes, and you yearn for Joel.

You knew that he would be upset because of what happened with Sarah, but you never anticipated that he would act this way. That he would reject you and his baby.

I didn’t really know him at all - you supposed to yourself on many lonely nights without him by your side.

How could he leave me? Me and our baby? Crying yourself to sleep every night, endlessly asking these questions, your love for Joel was withering away and hate was taking its place. Hate is a strong word and you never imagined that those thoughts would cross your mind.

Yet here you are.

Tiring yourself out through your hysteria, you fall asleep against Maria and she carefully peels herself out from your side then pulls the covers over your shoulders. She spent a moment looking at you, her heart broke for you and she was angry too.

Today, she had finally convinced you to get out of the house. Accompany her while doing her leadership duties around Jackson and get a well needed breath of fresh air. Only those closest to you know about the pregnancy, but Maria could tell by the way people gawked and whispered at you that people knew.

Still, you held your head high and ignored the looks. Maria smiled proudly at that but you crumbled when you saw Joel.

Coming back from a patrol with his brother, Joel and you looked at each other from across the street. You wanted him to run to you. Sweep you off your feet in a tight hug and apologize till the end of time - but he didn’t.

Instead, his eyes were glossed over and he dropped his head before leading his horse away into the stables. You tried to act unbothered but it was another stab to your heart and you walked back to Maria’s home, distraught and upset.

Maria looked over your sleeping form, hand perched under your cheek as you lay on your side and she was furious with her brother in law for what he was putting you through.

Leaving the room quietly, she left you to sleep through the pain and went to find Joel. To give him a peace of her mind because it seems even after a month, her husband Tommy can’t seem to talk some sense into him.

Finding the Miller brothers at Joel’s home - sitting on the porch drinking a beer - Maria stomped her way up his steps and yelled at Tommy to sit back down when he stood. Glaring at Joel, who was avoiding her gaze, her jaw ticked and she nodded, “you happy with yourself there, Joel?”

“Don’t..” Joel brought the bottle to his lips and took a sip, then lowered it to look at Maria, adding to that, “...Please. I don’t want to talk about it, Maria.”

Maria looked at Tommy, cocking her head for him to leave, so he stood and walked to the bottom of the path.

Turning her attention back to Joel, she spoke one last time before leaving too and said, “We’re your family Joel. Y/N is pregnant, laying in my bed, crying over your dumbass. You don’t want to talk? Fine. But that woman is four months pregnant with your child. So man the fuck up and at least act like you care.”

Walking away from him and joining Tommy, the steam was blowing out of her ears as she walked home. She turned to her husband and asked, “what the fuck have you been doing this last month?”

“Being a brother. Joel is… complicated, Maria. Gonna take time to pull down those walls that he has built for the last twenty years” he replied.

“Well we ain’t got the luxury of time on our hands do we?” she barked back and Tommy wrapped his arms around her waist, whispering into a kiss on her cheek, “Hey now, we can’t be arguing about this. He’ll come around, baby. I know he will.”

“I hope so, Tommy cause’ Y/N is taking it really rough without him.”

Tommy nodded at her, expressing a reassuring smile and took her hand as they walked home together. They thought about ways they could cheer you up tonight, maybe play some board games, listen to music on the record player or just… be a family.

*On the porch with Joel*

Joel sat his beer down after Maria left. It was tasteless as the rest of the things in his daily life lately. Each day when he woke, everything was dull without you there.

He’s been avoiding his family the best he could for the last month, knowing that they will talk about his personal problems with you and it has pained him severely to not see your or Ellie.

He knows that Ellie has been with you everyday at Tommy’s house and he is thankful that she has been there, but he’s also ashamed of himself that his daughter has been picking up his slack.

Joel has been overwhelmed with emotions, so much so that now he is feeling rather numb. He regrets everything he said that night, wished for every second since then that he could take it back.

There was no justifying his actions. You’re a sorry excuse of a man - is what he would tell himself frequently over the course of twenty years.

Ever since his daughter was killed, he had lost himself since then, lost himself in this world of death and despair, to never return. Until Ellie came along.

She reminded him that he can be human again, that he could open up and let people in. To love someone. To love you.

‘No matter what, you keep finding something to fight for’ – Words that he has recited to his daughter when talking over their survivors' guilt.

Ellie is his reason for living. His daughter. His child. She was the push Joel needed to keep going in life and he was blessed to meet you shortly after moving into Jackson.

You became a part of his family, and the reasons to live again were growing more each day he got to know you. So, how could he ever be stupid enough to turn away the chance at having a baby with you? Another beautiful daughter, or even a charming son?

Joel isn’t good enough, that’s why.

He’s already on thin ice with Ellie because of the fireflies and he thinks it’s best that the little baby growing in your tummy is better off without him - him being a dangerous man where nothing but darkness follows him.

His baby is better off without a father that has killed innocents at one point in his lifetime. The best thing Joel can do is gather all of the baby stuff and keep Jackson safe for you and his child.

So this last month he has been taking extra patrol shifts and grabbing items along the way, passing them off to his brother to give to you instead. Each time he would scavenge something out on his shift, he would stop to look at the small items held in his large hands.

A simple tiny Babygro would render him absolutely weak in the knees, heart exploding with love and although he tells himself that he wouldn’t be good enough for his own child, Joel crafted the baby crib with his bare hands. Putting every inch of love and care into the detail and support of the half moon shaped frame.

Ensuring it was secure yet fashionable too. He went with the dark mahogany and carved out little stars. Making use of those star cut-outs, he shaved them down to thinner pieces and hung them on strings.

So, although he thinks he isn't a good enough father, Joel put a lot of fatherly love and effort into crafting the crib. Only the best woodwork for his baby girl or boy.

Yeah... Joel isn’t good enough.

Blowing out a half drunken, half mentally exhausted sigh, he stood and emptied out his beer bottle before heading inside.

There’s been too many inner battles in his mind this last half hour while sitting on his porch, reflecting on the last month without you and he needs to rest his eyes.

Taking himself to his room, he grabs one of your sweaters from the wardrobe and lays in bed with it. Bunching up the fabric under his nose and taking a deep inhale.

I miss you baby. Every damn minute, of every hour of every day. I miss you.

Something he whispers to himself within the darkness of his room. It’s a little early to sleep, being seven pm at night, Joel wakes up in the early hours of the morning the next day at around five am.

The smell of you still lingers around him in the sheets and when his eyes opened another day without you there, it was becoming too much.

He couldn’t cope without you but he can’t talk about how he feels either. So he will struggle through another day and go on like nothing is wrong.

*You*

Stirring in your sleep, you shuffled around within Maria’s blankets and slowly pulled yourself to sit up.

Maria’s bed in her spare bedroom for guests was lovely but it was nothing compared to your own bed. It’s because Joel isn’t here, placing his hand somewhere, anywhere, on your body like he does every night.

Looking at the clock beside your bed, you can see that it is just after five am and this is another day of broken sleep, waking up early in the night without him by your side.

It was hard. Really fucking hard to pretend like everything is fine when it is in fact, not fine at all.

Taking yourself to the bathroom, you ran a wet rag across your body quickly - not wanting to turn the shower on and wake up Maria or Tommy - then got dressed.

Slipping your shoes on, then grabbing an extra set of clothes, you quietly made your way down stairs and grabbed your walkie before heading out the front door. You aren’t spending another day locked up inside this house, grieving.

You're not going to spend another sad day in Jackson for that matter. You’re going to take a ‘me and Ellie’ day. However, you want to go get her without Joel seeing you, so you radio her beforehand to see if she is awake. When she talks back, confirming that she is awake, you offer her to go to the ‘special place’.

“Fuck. Yes. Hang on, I’ll get dressed and meet you at the gate” her voice crackled back through the walkie, bringing a smile to your face and you did as she instructed.

Walking towards the gate, Dave was on guard duty today. Thank god. You explained to him that you’re heading out with Ellie.

He didn’t dare protest to a pregnant woman, a sad hormonal pregnant woman, so he handed you some guns and asked, “my head will be hung if anything goes wrong, so please don’t make me regret this and radio if you need me, girl, ok?”

You liked Dave. He was a good guy, always very sweet with you and very caring too.

Making small talk with you, he asked how you were and also asked if he could see your baby bump. His excitement brought a sad smile to your face. You wished Joel would be this excited. He slipped away on his break after you made your promise to be safe, again, and waited for Ellie to get there.

How could he know someone has sneaked out while on break?

Walking outside the walls, you walked alongside Ellie with eagerness in each step. Today was going to be fun, you were adamant about that. There’s a small woodland area about a hundred clicks outside the gate, inside that area was a river with a waterfall. A place you, Ellie and Joel would go to when you both taught her how to swim.

Being summer, the sun was already making its way out, although it wasn’t as warm as you hoped just yet, a couple more hours and the shine would be raining down on you both, bringing the heat with it.

When you reached the treeline, you and Ellie looked at each other with bright smiles, “ready?” You asked, to which she responded cheerfully, “Ohhh yes. This has been long overdue.”

After a little while of walking, you reached the waterfall and sat on the edge of a rock with Ellie. She pulled out some sandwiches from her backpack that she had graciously made before leaving her little house behind Joel’s.

Cheese and tomato with a smear of mayo, it was delicious. Eating with her, you and Ellie talked, and talked about everything other than your problems with her dad.

It was nice. Really fucking nice to just relax and feel normal again, especially with Ellie. She’s your daughter too and when she asks to see you baby bump, your excitement outgrows your sadness.

Taking off your hoodie, she gasps at the sight of your small rounded tummy. “Can I?” offering her hand out and being ever so sweet and considerate to ask beforehand, you nod to her and she feels your stomach.

Soft and firm to the touch, she rubs her small hands across your baby bump and the smile creeps up your face. “I think… you’re having a girl” Ellie mutters, smiling back at you.

Humming to her in response, you lean back onto your hands and swing your legs off the side of the rock you both were sitting on and your eyes widen when noticing a shadow in the trees.

“Grab your gun, Ellie!” Practically throwing yourself over to your backpack, you retrieved your weapon and aimed it at the trees but the ‘shadow’ stepped out.

It was Joel.

You looked to Ellie for help with your eyes and she saw the look you were giving her. Standing up, she told you to stay put while she headed down to see him.

Mouthing the words ‘thankyou’ to her before she left you sitting on the rock, you avoided his gaze and instead turned your attention to watching the waterfall.

In the corner of your eye, you could see them debating and bickering about something - no doubt, about you - but they were keeping their voices low, so you wouldn’t hear. After a couple moments, he started making his way up to you while Ellie stayed down there.

Low grunts escaped his lips from behind you where he was climbing and then the soft scrape of his boots got closer before they stopped right beside you. Still not looking at him, Joel sighed and plonked himself down by your side, then muttered quietly, “hey, you”

‘Hey you’, really Joel?

Not answering back, you darted your head around to look at him when he tried to touch your hand and you barked out a no.

He looked hurt that you would pull back from his touch but you were too angry to feel pity for him and you told him so, “A month, Joel. A whole month and you think you can just saunter your ass up here, ‘hey you’ and get to touch me?... No.”

Blowing out a mentally exhausted exhale, your face was flushing with irritation. You want nothing more to lean over and hug him. You miss him so much and you want his arms wrapped around you. He is right there.

Why now… Why not yesterday in the street when I needed you… Asking him in your head, you looked away again as the tears pricked at your eyes. You’ve had enough of crying and you can’t look at his face.

“I don’t expect your forgiveness, Y/N. What I did was wrong and… It’s hard but I will respect every and all demands that you make. Even if that is if you don’t want to see me” he tried to apologize and you still couldn’t bring yourself to look into those hazel eyes.

“If you allow me to, I would like to make this right between us. For our baby’s sake, darlin’” That was it. The words ‘our baby’ leaving his mouth had your hardened, angry façade crumbling.

He shuffles beside you, looking down to his hands while fidgeting with his watch. Sarah’s watch. Wiping away the tear that fell down your cheek, you nod to him in response and move to stand.

Joel jumps up and helps you. Standing back from him and looking in his eye, you thank him and nod, saying “Ok. For our baby’s sake…” This is just the start on the path of forgiveness.

In the position you were standing in, you could see Ellie smiling at you over his shoulder. He flashed you a smile with hopeful eyes and you acted on a still very angry impulse, shoving Joel into the water below. He landed with a loud splash and Ellie hurled over with fits of laughter.

He came up from the surface, chuckling “I deserved that.” Looking up at you, he asked with optimism in his tone, “did that help?”

You shook your head side to side then turned away to climb down from the rock. With your back turned, you let yourself smile without him seeing while Ellie kept giggling about you pushing him into the water.

With the sun higher in the sky now, the light and warmth was shining down and you asked her if she still wanted to take a dip.

When she said yes, Joel got out of the water and sat on the edge while you both pulled off your jackets, shoes and socks. She stepped closer to the edge, dipping her toes in first then turned to look at you. Holding her hand out, you took it and walked into the water. It was great.

Really cool yet the warmth on your back from the sun was lovely. The water rolled off Joel’s hair as he sat and watched you in awe. His eyes trained on your stomach.

The water made your shirt cling to your glowing skin and he could see a clear outline of your bump. You’re beautiful, Y/N. He smiled at you, even though you weren’t looking, Joel kept smiling as you walked further into the water and swam with Ellie.

You could feel Joel’s eyes on you as you splashed around, you knew he would’ve loved to join you both, just like old times when you two would teach Ellie to swim.

You wanted it to be like that, so you turned your head to look at him and beckoned him to join. Standing and kicking off his shoes, Joel pulled his shirt off and made his way inside the water.

Soon as he reached you and Ellie, you both shoved the water into his direction and swam away, giggling like little kids. When you turned your head to look at him, he wasn’t there and you yelled to Ellie, “look out. He’s tagging!”

It’s a game you three would play. Joel, you or Ellie would dive and tag someone. The water was dark so you never knew where the tagger would be. It was fun and exciting and you laughed when Ellie jerked from Joel tagging her, then she dove under and you swam away, knowing that she is coming after you.

This went on for a solid ten minutes as the three of you alternated between tagging each other. Seeing Joel get tagged again, you swam away towards the waterfall and dove under to the other side.

When you came up, you turned around to see him right behind you. His lips crashed onto yours with a deep sigh but you pulled away thinking that it was too soon.

Holding his shoulders and looking into his warm eyes for a moment, you closed your eyes and pulled him in. Life is too short and you missed his touch like crazy.

Gently holding your head in his large hands, the kiss was heated and desperate, but short lived as you pulled back again and muttered, “c’mon, let’s head back out to Ellie.”

Joel brushed his thumb across your bottom lip before placing his forehead to your own. Voice dripping with guilt, he mumbled, “I’m sorry, baby.” Pecking his cheek once, you replied back curtly, “I know you are” and then dunked under the surface.

Kicking your legs off the wall to swim back under the waterfall, you kept on swimming until you found Ellie. Tapping her on the leg before coming back up, you laughed to her, “You’re it.. I’m tired, sweety. I need a rest.”

Both of you swam to the edge and got out, while Joel re-emerged from the water. Grabbing your spare set of clothes, you and Ellie got dried and dressed in the trees before stepping back out. Then Joel walked out of the water, however he didn’t have a spare set of clothes.

Walking home together, he walked ahead - sopping wet - as you and Ellie stifled your giggles at him. She whispers, “you guys ok now?” to which you whispered back, “hm, a little. He’s gotta step up as a father first.”

Ellie smirked mischievously, “you don’t know do you?” When you furrowed your brows at her, clearly not knowing what she was talking about, she spilled, “Joel got you the baby stuff. He built the crib too.”

I should have known, you thought to yourself. The attention to detail and the beauty of the woodwork on the crib was on another level. It was Joel’s level of craftsmanship.

You looked to Ellie with another sad smile and then looked back at him. The urge to just walk up to him and pull him in for a tight hug was strong. But not as strong as the kick you felt, making you stop walking and hold onto Ellie, exclaiming “Oh, wow!”

Panicked by your gasp, she immediately called for Joel and you reassured them both as they crowded you. The smile was tearing across your face as you took Ellie’s hand and placed it on your stomach to feel the baby kicking.

Joel watched you both, also smiling, but you could see the pain and desire behind his eyes to hold you as well, so you reached your hand out for him too.

“Oh man! She’s kicking the shit out of you right now.” Ellie preened excitedly.

Looking at Joel, your heart could have leapt out from your chest at the sight of him. His eyes were wide and glossed over, mouth agape while he felt his baby moving around in your tummy.

It was a long, wonderful minute of love while you all felt the movement before she/he settled again. It was a core memory that you would not forget, the first time that your baby kicked.

“We should head back..” You suggested out loud and Ellie dropped her hand. Walking ahead of you while Joel still had his hand placed over your stomach, you could see he was hesitant to let go so you placed your hands atop of his own for a few moments longer.

Smiling at him, his voice broke as he thanked you for allowing him to join in on the experience. You told him it was ok.

Setting out today in hopes of having a good day and it did. it turned out great. Perfect actually.

When you reached the gates of Jackson, Joel told you to go ahead while he spoke with Dave and you warned him that it was not his fault, you lied on Dave’s behalf and said that you snuck out while he was on break.

Joel smiled, “um-hum. Ok I won’t get mad at him, I promise.”

“Hey, thanks for radioing me and letting me know about this.” Joel spoke first when you walked away from him. Dave smiled back, then looked at you as you walked with Ellie towards home, muttering, “My pleasure. Go get your girl back, dumbass.”

Joel chuckled, “don’t push it Dave,” then shook his hand before catching up with you two.

It’s his life mission to get you back in his arms and watch you grow with his baby. Joel loves you and he hopes that your love will let him back in. He knows it won't happen overnight, so when you said you would be staying at Maria’s house, he understood and walked you there.

Over the course of the next two weeks your stay at Maria’s house, moved to Ellie’s. You wanted to be closer to him and so did he. It progressed each day. Slowly but surely, you were letting him in and nearing the end of the second week you were the one that broke first.

Ellie was at Dina’s for the night, leaving you in her home on your lonesome. Which was fine except you couldn’t sleep. All night, you tossed and you turned in the bed.

Your sleep has been like this for the six weeks as a matter of fact and it was because you needed him. So you stopped torturing yourself - and Joel - and got out of bed in the middle of the night.

When you creeped into your house and walked upstairs to the bedroom, you saw that Joel was in his workshop, working on something. Tapping on the door, he swerved around in his seat and worried, “Darlin? What’s wrong? Everything ok? Is the baby ok?”

Leaning against the doorframe, you croaked “I can’t sleep. That’s all.”

Joel turned and placed a cover over his project then stood. Walking up to stand in front of you, he brushed a hand over his beard and asked, “You want me to make hot cocoa? Go lay in your bed, I’ll sleep in the spare bedroom.”

“Our bed…” you whispered to him. Looking up to his eyes, you smiled shyly and offered your hand out, which he took, then pulled him in for a hug.

The smell of him was intoxicating. Coffee and wood. Burying your nose into his chest, you took deep inhales while he battled with himself to wrap his arms around you. You could feel him lift his arms but drop them again and you know he is just trying to respect your wishes of taking this slow.

However, you needed him.

“Take me to our bed Joel,” leaning up on your tiptoes, you met his lips with a searing kiss. He was taken by surprise at first, standing there tense and frozen but when it resonated with him that his lady was kissing him again, he finally wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you back.

“I haven’t been able to sleep without, baby” he mumbled into your mouth. Holding you while he carefully walks you back to the bedroom, you pull at the buttons on his shirt, muttering back “Me too. I’ve missed this.. Missed you.”

Opening up his shirt, you desperately ran your hand across his chest. Touching his skin that you’ve thought about everyday day and night you’ve been without him.

He pulled his shirt all the way off and leaned down into the kiss, running his hands under your shirt up your back. Feeling your skin too. You each missed the contact. You also missed the feeling of his hardening length poking into you, just like it is now.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed while kissing him still, Joel knelt to the floor and placed himself firmly between your legs, wrapping his huge strong arms around your back and pulling you in, gentle enough not to squish your tummy. He groaned, “baby… Can I show you how much I missed you?”

When you nodded frantically, whimpering with the need of his touch, he began pulling off your shirt. Kissing his way down your neck and reaching the exposed flesh of your breasts from your bra, he placed wet kisses to your skin and unhooked it at the back.

Laying you down, Joel stops to look at your breasts. They’ve grown.. They’re bigger.

“They’re sensitive, baby, so be careful please,” you exhaled a frustrated sigh to him. Joel heard this and lightly licked around your swollen nipple, taking the bud into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. He moved over to your other nipple and elicited the same treatment.

But he got a surprise when he tasted milk on his tongue and instead of pulling away, Joel sucked lightly and watched your brows pull together in bliss, back arching off the bed from the ease of tension on your breast.

Releasing your hardened nipple with a pop, he licked his lips and moved down your body some more. Knuckles were turning white as he gripped the edge of the bed from hearing you keen at his touch.

Your hands darted out to his hair as he peppered lots of loving kisses around your stomach, mumbling between each kiss, “…Look… at this…Beautiful body….carrying my...baby…our baby… I…love...you...Y/N…”

His beard tickled you in all the right ways. It was sensual against your skin and you opened your eyes to look down at him when he stopped. You could see his eyes, over your stomach, half lidded and dark with love, he was whispering against your bump.

When he saw you watching, he laughed “Momma’s looking at me, we’ll talk about this later,” then placed one more kiss to your skin, just below your belly button.

“What are you doing down there, mister?” you asked through hearty chuckles. Joe didn’t answer, he only winked back at you before kissing his way down to your core.

Pulling off your shorts, you moan when he buries his head into the soft curls on your mound, placing one last light kiss to your skin before he looks up at you, he asks, “you sure about this darlin’? I don’t want to pressure you”

“Trust me, I want this as much as you. Please, doll…” Laying your head back into the soft blankets below you, your mouth opened with a silent groan when his warm tongue darted out onto your clit. Lifting your legs gently onto his shoulders, Joel eats your pussy like it's his first meal in years.

“Ohh,” squirming with pleasure above him as he flicks at your clit. Your orgasm, embarrassingly, races towards you quickly. It was powerful though.

You haven’t touched yourself during your break away from Joel so the pent up tensions were extremely high. Joel got the brunt of that when you came into his mouth. His growls and groans into your core told you that he didn’t mind it at all.

But then you cried out his name when he spread your folds and shoved his tongue as far as he could get it inside your pulsing hole. He knew how to make you a weeping mess. Like the back of his hand, Joel knew exactly what you needed and he made you come one more time before pulling away from you.

“Hm, I’ve missed that taste...” he mumbled. Moving up your body, you could see his chin and beard glisten with a mixture of your arousal and his spit.

Pulling him in for a kiss, you got hints of your tangy, sweet desire and his coffee from earlier. You moaned to him, “I need to feel you, Joel.”

Moving up the bed, Joel removes the rest of his clothes and joins you. Kissing your lips again, you babble into his mouth, “w-want to ride you, p-please.”

Granting your wish, Joel lay down on the bed and pulled you onto his crotch. His cock rubbed through your soaked folds wonderfully before you notched him at your entrance.

Sighing deeply into his face as he grunts a sharp breath of air, you sink yourself down onto him fully. Moaning at the phenomenally pleasurable stretch, you began to roll your hips onto him while his fingers dug into your hips.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Y/N. Jesus, darlin’” he was absolutely wrecked beneath you. Eyes darting all over your face and body, Joel couldn’t decide where to settle his gaze.

Your pretty face was expressing nothing but pure bliss. Your breasts bounced lightly with your movements while your round tummy rubbed over his stomach.

Bringing his thumb to his mouth, he sucked on it and brought it down to your clit. Mouth falling open in the shape of an ‘o’ with you from the sensation, your walls fluttered around him and he slipped out a broken moan past his lips, “Nnhgh! S-so fucking t-tight, darlin’”

Gyrating your hips onto his cock, Joel dug his feet into the bed and lifted you slightly, the action made you lean over him, breasts in his face and he took the opportunity to latch his lips around your nipple. You wailed. He hit something deep inside of you while he sucked on your nipple. It was ecstasy and you came, hard.

Clenching around him, you tossed your head back and your movements slowed. Seconds later, your eyes closed to moan again when feeling his hot seed paint your walls.

His hands grabbed handfuls of your ass as he leaned up to kiss your neck. Dropping your head to kiss his lips, you could taste your milk on his tongue and you gasped, “I’m sorry! I didn’t think… shit. Joel. I’m so-”

Silencing your apology with another kiss, Joel grunted “Don’t apologize, I don’t care, darlin. You taste sweet.”

Rolling over gently as he could be, he hooked your thigh over his leg and grinded his hips into you slowly and passionately. Looking into your eyes and watching you fall apart beneath him.

Whimpering into his ear, “I love you,” Joel panted in return, “I love you too. So fucking much!”

Another orgasm was quickly rising and just as you neared that peak again, Joel rested his forehead against your own, shuddering with you as you came together.

The feeling of reaching your orgasm in unison with Joel was marvellous. Your walls pulsed and you could feel his cum filling you up. Laying there together for a few moments, you relished in the afterglow of your love making. Kissing each other again, and again.

***

“Are you ok, handsome?” You asked Joel. Laying behind you in the bathtub, his legs opened with you laying in between, he rested his chin on your neck and nodded. You ask him this because he cried in bed with you. Joel actually cried.

It may have been the heat of the moment or a huge build up of emotions over the last few weeks, but whatever the cause for his spill, you comforted him in every way you could.

It was frightening to see Joel so vulnerable, you’ve never seen him cry before. He wept into your skin, apologizing again and again for what he did to you. He promised that he would spend the rest of his life making it up to you and his baby.

It made you cry yourself and you held onto him as tight as you could, whispering your forgiveness in ear. When you both calmed down, he ran a bath and this is where you are now.

With his hands placed over your stomach, rubbing caringly across your bump, he kissed at your neck and asked, “What do you think we’re having? Little boy or girl?”

“Hmm” You hummed with delight, resting your head back onto his shoulder and turning to look into his eyes, “Maybe a boy….We’re blessed with the gift of life, darling and I couldn’t be happier with you being our baby’s papa.”

Brushing your hair out of your face, Joel wiped your cheek with his thumb, “You’re going to be a wonderful mother, Y/N. That’s what I was whispering into your stomach earlier. I was telling our baby that his/her momma is one hell of a woman and I’m an asshole for not coming to my senses sooner.”

You gasped, jokingly, “Oh my! Not even out of the womb yet and you're cursing in front of our baby? Joel Miller… You asshole.”

The water around you both rippled with your laughter. Then you gasped again with a kick in your stomach, “ha! I think baby Miller agrees”

Joel chuckled into your mouth. Feeling his baby kick against his hands while you both caressed your bump. If it was possible, you’d spend your whole life living in this moment. It was perfect. Everything that you could have hoped to experience in life with Joel, and it was undoubtedly, perfect in every way.

There’s no other place in this world where you would rather be, other than this moment right here with Joel. Kissing him, holding your hands across your baby bump while he whispers how much he loves you and his baby, over and over again like a mantra.

It feels like you are at peace again. Put back together and complete, everything is back to how it should be. It’s home.

You, are home.

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[junisfics]

1:44 AM* — Eren Jaeger

Pairing: Fuckboy! Eren x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: You and Eren's relationship status has always been up in the air... but you'll always be the one he texts in the middle of the night looking to get his dick wet

Content: Unestablished Relationship, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions

Content Warnings: Smut/ Nsfw 18 + (Breeding Kink)

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you hear your phone buzz a few times beside you, vibrating and shifting around on the wood of the nightstand as you turn yourself over to grab it.

‘come over’ ‘y/n, please’

two messages from eren jaeger. 1:44 in the morning. and although his messages were vague, you knew exactly what he wanted. it was the same thing he always wanted.

you sigh, unplugging your phone and rolling over to your back. if you were to scroll up, all the messages ever sent between you two would mirror the ones that were sent only moments ago. and even though you hated how he was using you to his own satisfaction, you could never tell him no. 

‘now?’ you reply, but you already know the answer.

‘yes’ ‘need you so bad’ 

his response sends butterflies erupting in your stomach and makes your face grow hot. you know it was a manipulation tactic, saying ‘you’ instead of ‘it. he had handfuls of other girls that would be more than willing to fulfill his late night needs. but it still makes your heart swell, it makes you feel special.

you slip out from under your sheets, swinging your legs over the side of your bed and tugging off your sweatpants and panties to replace them with pretty baby blue ones and a pair of light grey cotton shorts. you do the same with your tee-shirt, trading it for navy, straight-bottomed sweatshirt that was your dad’s in college.

you take a moment to brush your teeth before slipping on some shoes, grabbing your keys, and getting in your car to drive halfway across town to eren’s complex.

over time, eren has used his living-alone situation very much to his advantage. he’s also used his good looks to his advantage. so whenever he wants, he finds a girl, brings her home, and fucks her senseless until she comes crawling back for more.

but as much as they beg, eren almost never ever gives them seconds. and up until his sophomore year in college, there were only five other girls that he’d gotten with more than once. and until he met you, there was no one else who was consistently getting with him.

you had met him at a party, fucked him in his car, then expected it to be a one night stand type thing. but not even four days later, an unknown number had texted you asking to meet up again. and it was eren.

and ever since that party over a year ago, the hookups were consistently inconsistent. sometimes eren would want you twice a day, everyday, for a week straight. and sometimes he would go a month without messaging you.

and it made you so happy but so hurt at the same time; to have to go without him, someone you've fallen so badly in love with, for so long hurt terribly, but to always have him coming back for you made you swell with pride.

the moment you rap your knuckles against his door, it's swung open. and behind the door stands a shirtless and visibly flustered eren. his face was blushed red and his chest was heaving with every heavy inhale he took.

the moment he can get ahold of you, he does. eren grabs your arms and yanks you inside, only to close the door then press you up against it with his lips on yours.

you can't help but giggle against his lips, "well, hello to you too"

but eren responds by leaning down to grab your thighs and wrapping them around his waist, pressing your back up against the door and kissing you harder.

as surprising as it was, this wasn't new. eren has his moments where he would just want a quick fuck and that's all, he'd skip the small talk and just bend you over.

you can already feel his cock hard against the inside of your thigh, pressing through his sweatpants and grinding against you. you wonder how long he was like this before he texted you...

you let your hands come up to hold his face in your hands as you kiss him back, matching his desperation. your tongues are already sliding against each other, licking into your open mouths and swallowing down and escaping moans.

he was so desperate, so so desperate, you could almost feel his body trembling with arousal and desire. his grip was borderline painful, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs and his teeth were knocking against your own. it was so rushed, so primal.

he pulls you off the door, still holding you against him and his face still in your hands as he blindly finds his way to his bedroom and drops you onto the bed, your back hits the mattress

eren crawls over you again, taking your neck in his right hand gently as he kisses you once more.

he grinds his hips against yours, sliding his clothed cock over your cunt, dragging the weight of it over your clit until you're whimpering at the sensation.

his left hand slides lower, down your torso and to your hip to grab ahold of your waistband.

"off, off now." he mutters, pushing at the fabric until you aid him in sliding it down your thighs.

once your shorts are off, he pushes his own pants just below his hips and frees his cock. he had went commando, no boxers, no briefs, no nothing under those sweatpants.

and once again you're wondering, 'how long has he been like this' and 'what was he doing before this'... but you know the answer.

his fingers on one hand nimbly grab the inner crease of your panties, pulling them aside while the other hand braces by your head as he slides the head of his cock through your accumulated arousal.

he only lets it slide over your clit a few times to watch you twitch beneath him before he brings it back down to your entrance and pushes inside you with one steady thrust.

"fuck me," he spits, head dropping forward to watch the way your hips tilt into his thrust. his hand beside your head hastily grabs the hem of your sweatshirt to push the waist of it up past your tits before coming back down next to you.

"oh my god," you whine, your right hand coming up to grab the wrist of his now planted hand, your other holding your sweater up your chest for him.

he could fuck you stupid every goddamn day of your life and you'd still never get used to the feeling of his cock filling you.

his arm shakes under the pressure of holding him up, and really only then does it hit you how badly he needed you.

"how — how long were you like this?" you breathe, circling your hips against his, your clit grinding against his pelvis.

"so fucking long. you have no idea what you do to me. 'was thinking about fucking you all day — god. m'fucking hand wasn't enough." he grunts, pulling himself out of you real slow, savoring the your cunt grips him, "the others weren't enough... needed you."

you can only let out a shaky moan at his response. it made your entire body run a degree hotter than it already was. never before has he so openly voiced his thoughts about you outside of sex, never before told you that he's thought about you while jerking himself off.

he slides his cock back in again, a low groan bubbling up from his throat as he does so. he'll never get over the way your body shakes as he reaches his hilt.

"yeah?" you encourage him to keep talking, wanting to hear him admit it again — needing to hear how much he wanted you, was desperate for you.

"fuck, yeah. you're the only one who takes my cock so well, they — god — they don't squeeze me the way you do." he groans, jaw dropping open as he finally picks up his pace

every thrust he takes he slightly increases his speed until his hips are slapping against yours and sending your pretty tits back and forth.

eren doesn't know where to look. he's stuck between watching your face melt in pleasure, watching your pretty little cunt stretch around his cock, or watching your pretty tits bounce in front of him. god you were so perfect for him.

"'s why i keep coming back to you," he pants, his free hand taking your jaw in his grasp as he brings his forehead against yours, "wanna be inside you forever, wanna see your stupid pretty face forever, wanna hear you beg for me forever."

"eren —" you cry, so overwhelmed both physically and mentally. you look into his beautiful jade eyes, watching his pupils dialate with lust — love — as he continues to fuck himself into you

"want this pussy to be mine, 's gonna be mine, y/n. you're gonna be mine." he says, his hold on your jaw growing tighter as he keeps pushing into you over and over and over.

"please, please — wanna be yours" you choke out these pathetic broken sobs that make eren's hearth ache so wonderfully. there were tears swelling on your lash line.

it was pathetic how wound up he's got you in minutes, but the way he's filling you, the way he's talking to you... it's all too too much

"love this cunt —" he breathes, eyes flitting to watch himself fill you, "love your pretty tits, love you. god, i love you — fuck — let me fill you, 'need to fill you, let me cum inside please."

your heart hurts. it hurt so fucking bad but so fucking god. it was all caught in your throat, swelling and choking you up.

you can only nod in his hand, those tears drip past your lashes and stream hot down your cheeks, "please, please cum inside, fill me up. make me yours, eren, i love you — 'always loved you"

your voice is raspy and you can barely hear yourself, but eren hears you. eren hears your confession and it sends him over the edge, and with a low groan, he pushes himself to the hilt and spills his release inside you

"god, yes," your moans are broken as you cum around his cock, squeezing him so nice and milking him of everything he's got

and your release is more than physical. it feels like a dam has broken over, been flooded and poured out to him. you were holding it in for so goddamn long and it's out.

eren holds you against him, holding you so tight because now he's got you.

JUNISFICS © 2021

[buckyownsmylife]

Finding You #5 - Andy Barber smut

The one where Andy finally gets his chance to have you.

When you end up being transformed into an omega without any understanding of what it entails, five Alphas find themselves responsible for your well-being. Guess it’s only expected you’d take care of them too, huh?

For general warnings and author’s notes, please go to the fic’s masterlist.

Specific warnings for this part: Warnings: smut, anal sex, anal play, rimming, oral sex (f), begging, unprotected sex

Andy’s P.O.V.

“Oh, sorry!” Her voice was small when she walked into my room with a pile of laundry, stepping dead on her tracks upon finding me fresh out of the shower, with just some boxers on. “I-I thought you were out on a run with Steve.”

Chuckling, I shook my head and forced myself to focus on the clothing she held, offering to take it from her hands so I could pick out something to wear - something she had washed herself.

“Nah. Not today, at least.” She hummed noncommittally, standing awkwardly by the door as if she didn’t want to leave but couldn’t think of an excuse to stay. I had to bite down a smile while my heartbeat accelerated at the prospect of what could happen in the next few minutes.

She’d been with us for almost a week now and she didn’t run away anymore, whenever we were alone in a room together. I could see her getting more comfortable with us, with the idea of being with Frank and I (and not only with Steve) each day.

So I figured it was time to put my theory to test.

“Come in, you don’t have to stand all the way there.” I provided her with a reason to stay, and even though her eyes brightened at the proposition, she still remained by the door, fiddling with her hands.

“Are you sure? I can leave.” Shrugging, I sat on the edge of my bed and patted the spot next to me.

“I’m not busy. And even if I were… I’d never be too busy for you, sweetheart.” I don’t know if it was the reassurance or the pet name, but she visibly melted, mirroring my soft smile as she finally found the courage to step further inside the bedroom until she was sitting right next to me.

I took a few seconds to take in the image of her perched up on my bed, the way she looked so beautiful yet so unassuming. This was already so much closer to how I’d dreamed of having her ever since I set sight in the sleeping figure in Steve’s arms.

“So, how are you liking it here?” I’d asked almost the same thing a few days ago and I wanted her to know that I still cared. I would always care. It would always be my responsibility to make sure she was comfortable and it was one I was eager to fulfill.

She inhaled deeply before answering me. “It might seem weird…” She started, “… but I really do like it here. I was so lonely before Steve found me in the woods. Being with you all… It’s like being a part of a family.”

Grinning, I pulled her closer until her legs were over my lap and I could nuzzle her neck. “That’s because we are a family, silly bunny. You’re our omega and we’re going to take such good care of you… You’ll never feel lonely again. Ever.”

When the tears started rolling down her cheeks, that’s when I felt my heart grow twice its size. “Oh, honey…” I cooed, rubbing her back as she clinged to my shirt. “Fuck, I want you so badly.”

It escaped me without much thought. I only realized because her sobs instantly stopped, her head lifting away from my chest so she could look me in the eye.

I was scared I had offended her - talking about my desire when she was opening herself up to me. I was scared I had scared her away, but what she said to me then assured me that hadn’t been the case at all.

“I want you too.” Her back was on the bed before either of us could process it. She spread her legs for me to settle between them almost instinctively and I took advantage of it, trapping her between the soft mattress and my body.

I knew she could feel my cock, hard and throbbing against her stomach, but that was the least of my concerns for now. There was something I was eager to explore: her mouth. So I possessed it, slowly and sensually opening her lips to accept my tongue, groaning at the sweetness I’d had the littlest chance to taste a few days before.

I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. So I focused on her kiss, and it was only after she pulled me away by my hair to catch her breath that I even realized she had tangled her fingers in my strands, her other hand clawing at my back.

“It’s so big,” she panted, looking down between us so there was no mistake as to what she was referring to. I couldn’t hold back my chuckle this time, kissing all over her face, the joy spreading over my chest too much for me to take.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“You’re scared, darling?” He teased me and although the amusement was clear in his voice, I was still too focused on his member to join his laughter. It wasn’t as long as Steve’s incredibly generous cock but it seemed thicker… Or maybe it was just my anxiety, my fear of not being good enough for him or for Frank.

“A little bit…” I admitted. “I want you but… I don’t even know how Steve manages to fit inside of me!” A shiver went up his body, much to my surprise. When he opened his eyes again, they were considerably darker, reminiscent of how his older brother looked the night he changed my life.

“Shit, you really are innocent, huh?” He questioned, and all I could think to do was nod. I was still exploring his hardness, my hand curled over his member through the fabric of his sweatpants. “So… does this mean that you’ve never taken anyone… here?”

I gasped when his hand slipped beneath my body to grab my ass. Of course, I knew what he meant, but I couldn’t find the words to speak anymore. How could I tell him no when one syllable felt like the most impossible task I’d ever performed?

My reaction was my answer and he was intelligent enough to apprehend it. Grinning from ear to ear, he leaned over me to kiss my jaw, licking a path down to my ear where he whispered, “Do you want me to take you there?”

Just the thought of trying to fit him there was enough to have me panting. I wasn’t turned off by it, surprisingly. If anything, I’d never been more wanting, my wetness overbearing, ruining the panties I’d risked wearing for the first day in ages since I knew Steve wouldn’t be around to bend me over the sofa and have his way with me.

It seemed like I’d have to get used to skipping underwear altogether, from now on.

“C’mon, bunny…” He brushed a kiss on my cheek, his warm breath eliciting goosebumps all over my body. “If you let me fuck this pretty ass, you’ll be able to take all of us at once. Don’t you want to give yourself to us, fully?”

I did. Oh, God! I did. But the idea was so sinful… Once again, the simple syllable of a “yes” felt like it would take an insurmountable work to pronounce. And this time, Andy wasn’t as willing to let me off the hook…

“I’m gonna need to hear you say it, honey…” He teased me by rubbing his thumb under my lower lip, but I quickly captured it in my mouth, sucking it in the effort to find some comfort and verbalize my desires.

The groan he let out at the gesture was what encouraged me to let go of his digit and whine, “Yes, Alpha. Please, you can fuck my ass. I just… I need you…” Bunching up his shirt as I tried to rub myself up against him, I watched how his nostrils flared, the evidence of how badly he was trying to reel himself in and not just pounce on me at the spot.

I knew the title was part of it. I’d come to learn about the effect of calling an Alpha by his presentation when the overwhelming impulse took over me while Steve had me bent over the bed, railing me as I tore off the sheets I’d just washed. If I had thought he’d been brutal up until then, it was nothing compared to how he fucked me once I recognized our connection.

“Fuck, do you know how long I’ve been dreaming about seeing you suck my cock?” I shook my head, biting down on my lip to stop a smirk from taking over my face at being able to provoke the exact reaction I’d been hoping for. “Another day,” he promised, although his eyes kept fixated on my mouth. “Today, I want to make sure you’re prepared for us whenever you want to take us, bunny.”

Nodding, I licked my lips in anticipation right as his hands slipped underneath the straps of my dress, starting to take it off of me. “You’ll… You’ll make sure it’ll fit?” I had to ask, growing more nervous with every inch of my skin that became exposed to him, but also more eager. He could hear it in my voice, my desire and anticipation, but he still stopped his careful motions to rest his forehead against mine and warn me, “I’m not stopping until every inch of my cock is inside that tight little asshole, honey.”

The needy whine that left my lips was barely even human and it prompted him to speed us his actions, revealing my body to him before he pulled away just enough to get rid of his own clothes, as well.

“Oh, you’re so wet, sweetheart…” He breathed out right against my cunt as he lowered himself to be eye-level with it. “Are you always this wet around me?” I didn’t need to look down to see his smirk, I could hear it in his voice. He knew this was biological, my need for him, but we also knew it ran deeper than that.

There was something that connected me to these men who had been strangers not so long ago. No one seemed to know what it was but they didn’t question it, so why would I fight it? “Yes…” I confessed, knowing that I always struggled with the overwhelming wetness that ruined anything I wore whenever I was near him.

His grin against my spread-out pussy was all the answer I got at first, right as his tongue stuck out to run between my lower lips. Gasping, I bunched up the sheets underneath me, rutting my hips up in search of more, in need of more: of his mouth, of whatever he had to offer.

Andy’s P.O.V.

“Pretty little pussy knows who owns her…” I hummed, licking a stripe up her wetness. She was as sweet as I always imagined. Even more so. “God, I’m so glad Steve found you…” A garbled, choking sound escaped her, catching my attention as I opened my eyes so I could check on her, see if she was as ruined as she sounded.

The strongest feeling of pride filled my chest upon verifying that she indeed was. “Shh… It’s okay,” I tried to calm her down when she lost control of the lower half of her body and began rubbing her delicious sweet cunt against me, in search of more friction. “I’m here to take care of you now, bunny. Let me do my job properly. Let your Alpha take care of you.”

I ate her out until she was gushing around me, drenching me in her essence. I’d never known hunger such as this before. I wasn’t a starved man before I set sight on the omega before me, got to know her.

Maybe I should be scared of the intensity of my need. I knew that’s what ran through Ransom’s mind right now, but I couldn’t care less if needing someone this badly made me vulnerable.

I was relishing in this experience.

“You’re perfect,” I whispered against her pussy as she stopped clenching around my tongue, lazily lapping up her release as I needed her to remain as messy as possible if I wanted to fuck her ass. But still, I couldn’t find it in myself to part from her taste.

So instead, I licked lower and lower, until I was running my muscle over the tight ring of muscles in between her cheeks, grinning widely at her surprised yelp. It was so much better to hear her moans from between her legs instead of a few doors down.

The previous days had been plain torture, listening to her and Steve like some creep because it was the only way I could come close to satisfy my desire.

Those days were gone now. I didn’t have to imagine anymore, I knew what she felt like. And pretty soon, I’d own every part of her. I had my tongue inside her cunt now. Wasn’t long until I explored all of her.

“Shh, honey…” I whispered, trying to calm down her cries, as much as I loved to hear them. I knew my brothers would be home soon and as much as I knew I’d have to share her eventually, right now all I wanted was the chance to get to know her alone. “Wouldn’t want to be interrupted before I have the chance to fuck this pretty ass, huh?”

Running a finger down her cunt, I lubricated the hole I wanted to fuck with some of her overwhelming wetness, licking my lips at the sight of her adjusting to the first knuckle I buried in her.

“Breathe, sweetheart…” I had to remind her, noticing how her muscles had all tensed up in expectation. Even though she was nervous - and that much was understandable - it was surprising how well she was taking my cautious exploration. Soon enough, I was knuckle deep inside of her. “So good for me…” I groaned when she started to fuck herself back on my finger.

“More,” she whined, and I swore to God I was about to have a heart attack. This woman would be the death of me.

“Shit, hold on.” Gathering some more of her juices that were still steadily dripping from her pussy, I started to squeeze in another digit next to the one I already had inside of her. “I need to do this slowly, bunny. I have to stretch you out real good so you’ll get used to having one of us in here all the time…”

“No, please!” She whined, thrashing around the bed, forcing both of my fingers fully inside of her with her constant moving. “Just fuck me, please, Alpha! I need you!” Inhaling sharply, I relented, pulling my fingers from her to watch her hole slowly close up while I scrambled to press my cock in it.

“Hold still, honey,” I seized her by the hips, trying to control her movements so I could do this in a way that wouldn’t hurt her. And then I closed my eyes, welcoming the deep bliss that I knew I would never get used to, it wouldn’t matter how many times I used her to get off. “Fuck.”

It was the sweetest type of torture, slowly inching my cock inside of her until I had bottomed out in that cute little ass. I was glad I had decided to take her like this instead of on her stomach, since it meant I could watch her reactions for any signs of discomfort, even though none were in sight.

“Tell me if you need me to stop,” I reassured her as I started to move, and when her hands flew up to curl around my forearms, I immediately froze, not realizing her movements were for a different reason.

“No, no!” She pleaded, trying to force me to keep moving on top of her. “Don’t stop, Alpha! Please!” A smile opened up in my face, happiness taking over me as I began to really fuck her.

“Yeah?” I grinned, watching her every reaction, taking notes, memorizing it. “You happy? Am I making my pretty omega happy and satisfied?” The loud moan she let out in the blurry forms of a yes had me groaning, my hips already faltering.

“Oh, harder!” She pleaded. “Please, Andy! Please!” Somehow, I felt my cock expanding at her begging and I closed my eyes for a second to try to gather my thoughts. I knew an omega’s body was made to take us, but holy shit.

But perhaps it wasn’t just that. Perhaps she truly was as desperate for me as I had been for her, waiting for her to feel comfortable enough by my side so we could connect like this. “Fuck, yes,” I roared, quickening my movements to fuck her more roughly. “Take it.”

I ran my hands up her body, stopping to play with her nipples, licking my lips at the sight. “This is where you belong now. My pretty Omega. You’re gonna be ours forever.” When she came with a scream, I knew there was no stopping me from releasing my load inside her little hole, so I leaned down to kiss her until we had both calmed our frantically beating hearts, relishing in the aftermath of the best moment of my life.

“Stay here,” I whispered once she tried to move away, probably expecting me to kick her out of bed so she’d go sleep with Steve. Well, he couldn’t monopolize her every night anymore, and the thought brought me joy like nothing else. “Let me hold you.”

I couldn’t believe that I officially had my omega now, safe in my embrace. Her body was relaxed, eyelids dropping and I knew she was tired, but I also knew she couldn’t rest easy yet - not as long as she didn’t have all of her Alphas with her.

“Andy,” she called out before I could ask what she needed me to do to help her. “Do you know how to sing?” Chuckling, I deposited a quick kiss to her temple before I confessed, “For you, I can try.”

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Hello it's been a while since I've written something. I've came up with an idea that could be written into a series involving this particular person if people like it.

Marcus X ballerina reader🦇💃

A dance in the rain🌧️

“Spin,

Thrust,

Lunge,

Tighten,

Straighten,

Twist,

Bend into your final stance”

I was the type of person to not normally focus on such words, it was just white noise to me. I’ve been a Ballerina for God knows how long now that it seems rather bland to me. My parents expected everything from me, to be the greatest succession, I don’t care of course, all of this was just normal. Being a performer you usually three of each reaction. Shock, horror, or amazement the way my body could bend it seemed impossible but as a child, I was trained this way. Everything seemed melancholy to me, nothing inspired me to feel Joy.

“Bend your back” the teacher arched me; I felt no pain only her hands touching my abdomen. “Amazing y/n, truly once again you’ve seized to amaze me” she applauded. I was from Italy and the dancing conditions here can be harsh. I stood up with a perfect balance as the teacher gave us a five-minute break. I took the opportunity to head outside the doors of my dance studio, it was raining, and I stood there, staring into the gloomy sky.

Something washed over me, I got into position and began with my arm stretching out. The rain dripped against my skin; I’ve always connected with the rain. The rain is often misunderstood, people interoperate the rain as gloomy and sad, I however find it relaxing and hypnotizing to watch.

My leg stretched out into a lunge as I protrude into a jump, my hands grasped my shoulders as I danced with emotion. I spun while holding my arms out in a proper position. I didn’t notice the man in the shadows watching my every movement.

The water within the cobblestone rippled in the effects of my jumps. I closed my eyes and smiled day dreaming of someone’s voice whispering out “y/n, y/n, y/n”.

I kept spinning and twirling holding my arms out as the man watched with curiosity and amazement. No one could match the same performance as I did in the rain. I stopped to finally end the sombre with a jump and an arch in my back. I could feel something, something I’ve never even felt with any of my performances “pride”.

“The swan danced with pride once again and felt a sense of happiness as her moves were fulfilling”

A man from behind me clapped slowly “Bravo my dear” he spoke with no emotion, it freaked me out. I jumped at the person’s reaction “What are you doing” I replied with shock. “Your movements were quite extraordinary; I’ve never witnessed a performance like yours” he whispered. What was odd was that even if he spoke words of expression his features and voice expressed nothing. “Um thank you, I should head back” I replied worriedly. “Of course, your frightened they always are” The older man walked out with a saddened emotion.

“Do you intend to gawk at me further” I didn’t need an audience even, so this was a one-time thing. “You seem driven from happiness; I have experienced the same many years ago and still to this very day I can no longer express it” The man walked towards the tree “How so?”.

I wanted to make sure this man had no intention to harm me, in fact his appearance was rather odd. He wore robes and his eyes were crimson, I thought it was one of those weirdos that celebrate that odd holiday. Often many of the people gather in that giant castle, I wouldn’t even dare set foot in there. “Are you going to that festival, you know the one everyone raves on about” I wiped the rain out of my hair. “Hm, it seems rather farfetched, to celebrate myself” He didn’t even blink “I don’t believe you know who I am”.

“No, I don’t” I couldn’t even remember what holiday it was today, but my parents would often stay inside their house in fear. “Isn’t it St Marcus’s day” I questioned “Indeed” he agreed and in which case my eyes grew wider “oh sweet god then that means”. My parents warned me especially of the dark ones that want to rule over the world “a-are you going to kill me my king”. I was scared perhaps he was going to slaughter me for not even celebrating. “Not today” He stood still and even his skin illuminated against the light. It was impossible but his hands were so pale they sparkled like diamonds.

“In all of my centuries of living your dance seemed to have sparked something within me, fascination” He approached me. “I never ask many humans, but do you care to waltz with me it’s been 200 years since I’ve done anything like this”. He couldn’t love nor even feel anything after his beloved died, he was stuck in limbo not wanting to seek out life nor death. He wanted to be free again, but his brothers were against the idea.

“Of course,” I smiled and grabbed the mans cold hand, he began to hold me close. It felt like a pitiful, romantic, Shakespeare scene. The ballerina and a king waltzing on the cobblestone street, “Thank you for not killing me” I smiled. I couldn’t believe I was smiling after all this time somehow this encounter made me feel again.

“Is it odd that perhaps in this instance I feel happiness with only you” I questioned “no it’s a nice change to feel something” he smiled. “I haven’t held something this kind ever since-“ his smile faded and the man stopped. “I must be off, enjoy the rain y/n” I quickly grabbed his arm “please come back, I wish to see you again” He stared directly into my eyes and something within him twitched. He grabbed my hand “I promise that we will have many dances in the future y/n”.

He glided across the street to see my body covered in the rain, he smiled silently.

Y/n stood their confused and yet happy to what she had encountered.

“Today I just encountered one of the kings, I had no idea why nor how, but I felt emotion, pride, love and happiness all in one go. I didn’t get his name but by based on the holiday my mind could only mutter one word”

“Marcus”

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta 💫

[agentofscifi]

Success is the Best Kind of Revenge Ch. 3

Heels click onto the floor of my office as Chloe pushes open my doors. My hands were currently holding up the train of a dress hung on Juleka. Alix follows after Chloe, tinkering with some kind of camera in her hand. Over the years, as we all graduated from University and done pretty well for ourselves.  

Juleka ended up changing her major in school after three semesters. Instead of going into performing arts for instruments, she went and got a composition degree. Juleka wrote music for a variety of artists and was one of the most sought-after songwriters. When she wasn’t doing all of that, she was modeling for my company. Juleka did a variety of photoshoots for several companies, mine included throughout her University Years. After I opened up my first few stores, we signed a formal contract. She’d been working for me for almost a decade. She split her time between Paris and Nashville in America. 

Alix decides to focus on a degree in art history. She worked at an Auction House company in Paris, moving between the various countries of Europe to authenticate pieces of art and then handle their sales. She was rather successful at her work, earning many bonuses for rather extremely successful sales. Alix’s unique style and comfortable professionalism made her easily approachable to buyings. She was rather blunt, and it did her well in her job. On her off-hours, Alix did some minor modeling and promoting much of my athletic pieces. Alix’s popularity grew as she competed in several X-Games in and after university. She won several titles in skateboarding, BMX freestyling, rollerskating, and snowboarding before retiring after a slip-up when snowboarding. She shattered her kneecap, broke a leg, her collarbone, and dislocated her arm in two places. She still did BMX biking, skateboarding, rollerblading, and snowboarding, just not in a professional capacity. That being said, little kids still asked for her autographs all the time.  

Chloe graduated from the London Business School with Honors and then proceeded to attend the Fashion Institute of Technology in New York to get a Graduate Degree in Global Fashion Management. She modeled some of my designs, worked connections, handled all my brand’s social media accounts, and finalized contracts. Now, she had several people working underneath her, to handle the day-to-day operations. Either way, Chloe handled all of the Brand’s business dealings and flourishes.  

As for me, I attend the London College of Fashion. I got a Bachelor’s Degree in Fashion Design and Development with honors. After those years, I went to Milan to attend Istituto Marangoni International for a Master’s Degree in Luxury Accessories Design & Management. After that, I relocated back to Paris. My first boutique opened up quickly after that along with a small factory with a loan from a bank. I ended up having to open a second factory within three months due to demands. More boutiques opened up worldwide as the Brand became a household name.  

“Hello Chloe, how is everything?”  

“We got invitations to a reunion for Lycée. Alya sent them, as she was the class representative when we all graduated. Personally, I think she wants to get her hands on you or Juleka for an interview. You know her journalism career is in the gutter.”  

Alix snorts. “And who’s fault is that?” 

Chloe rolls her eyes. “Her’s. The idiot ruined her blog when she was a teenager and she never changed. She still does idiotic and frankly dangerous things to get a scoop. Sure, she does some basic research now, but the girl’s been detained several times for endangering people and disrupting the peace. No University would touch her, and no place will hire her.”  

Alix looks up from the camera. “So, you didn’t inform everyone in the fashion journalism world about her history, knowing it would spread to all major news and journalism networks.  

Chloe raises an eyebrow. “Look, this company’s image is important. I was not going to let Miss Blogger ruin it for 15 minutes of fame. She dug her own grave.”  

I sigh. “This is great and all, but are you all going?”  

There’s a snort right behind me. “Not on any of our lives. We will not be sinking that low.”  

“Chloe!” Juleka’s face is red and slightly scandalized.  

“What? Why would we go to this reunion? To see how everyone is doing? It’s rather simple. Alya’s a tabloid writer. Nino is a barely successful DJ who works at a music store to help pay his bills. Max is an IT guy at a company. That fake research paper haunts him to this day. Kim works at a gym. The drugs screwed his athletic chances over and he never planned for anything beyond going to the Olympics. Nathaniel works at an art store and does nighttime classes. He’s unsuccessfully worked with 7 different writers for his comics after leaving Marc.   

Now, Myléne and Ivan are happy, at least. Myléne works as a secretary and Ivan as a grocery store manager. Both are part-time so one of them can stay home with their kids at a time. They have millions of photos of their family on their Instagram accounts. Neither one can do much with charities. The fraud they committed was spread around the charity communities fast.  

Rose, Adrien, and Sabrina are the only ones who did what they wanted to do. Rose had a few years of fame with her music before getting married and settling down as a youth music teacher. Adrien moved to America and works for a University. However, I know for a fact that he will not be returning to Paris for anything less than a funeral or a wedding. As for Sabrina, after some therapy, ended up as a Detective in Marseille.”  

“Didn’t you pay for her therapy?” I tie off my last stitch and let the train fall to the platform.  

Chloe purses her lips. “I owed her that much. I screwed her childhood up, majorly.”  

“Did you stalk everyone to find out all of this?” Alix has a mischievous look.  

Another eye roll from Chloe. “I didn’t need to. In this day and age, all you need to do is type their name into the internet and all of their social media pops up.”  

I hum. “What about Lila?”  

“She’s still in prison. Tried another appeal a little while ago, to no avail. Her long list of offenses and the “assisting a terrorist” change isn’t something any judge would want to touch, even with a 10 ft pole.”  

Juleka simply shrugs. “Back to the point at hand. I’m not going to this reunion. Rose is the only one I wanted to keep in contact with, and she’s not going. It’s her five-year anniversary with her husband. She’s going to Spain that week.”  

Alix shugs. “I’m not going either. Kim has tried to contact me so many times to help him get back into the sports world. I am not giving him another chance. Besides, there’s this huge auction going on in Russia for that week. I am not missing that for a few hours with our childhood classmates.”  

I look at Chloe. She raises a perfect eyebrow. “Not a chance and you are not going either. Heavens forbid Alya posts something on that new blog of hers.”  

I set my needle and thread down on a work table and gesture to Juleka to get changed. “I’m not going if none of you are. Besides, there’s this fashion show in Milan that weekend. It’s for freshly graduated designers to show off their talents to possible employers. I was planning to go to find some who would specialize in Fashion Contour. I’ve been doing quite a bit of work in that field and want to get a fresh pair of eyes that will eventually take over that area of our brand. I was also hoping to look for someone to start a Make-up department. One of your people mentioned the idea at a meeting.”  

Chloe nods and starts to type into her phone. “I’ll tell my assistant to look through the applications we have to see if anyone fulfills the requirements for that job. Just find that new department head.”  

I give Chloe a nod as Juleka hands me the dress from before. A custom-made wedding dress for a woman who happened to be Juleka’s exact size. One of the many I had made of the years since I’d started my fashion business.   

Some part of me wanted to thank Lila. If I was honest with myself, I wouldn’t be where I was if she hadn’t arrived at my class and taken everyone’s loyalty. They weren’t bad people, but thanks to Ms. Bustier, they were a drain on my energy and abilities. Now, however, I was one of the most well-known and successful fashion designers with over two dozen people for me in Design. I could not be happier. 

Ch. 1 ~~~~~ Ch. 2