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jayconsumesmultiplechildrenaday · 1 month

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Grian x Empires!Reader

Notes - This fic is set in Empires S2 during the hermitcraft crossover. The reader is the ruler of a very large lake around 250x250 blocks near spawn. They are a merfolk fresh water shark! Your also 7ft tall just like LDShadowlady was in season one.

Contents and warnings: Injury, Fluff, Being dropped from large heights

-You sat in your underwater palace, filling out some seaweedwork (paperwork), just recently, lots of new people joined the smp. Weather they were staying or not did not concern you, but since then your fellow rulers have pushed you to make a conduit.

It was annoying, now that you got lots of visitors, interrupting your work. None of them intrigued you enough to pay them any mind. Having annoying neighbours like Joey and Jimmy was already enough. But that changed one day.

You sat back in your chair boredly, watching as fish of all sorts swam by peacefully, paying no mind to you, a clear predator. You wished you could be as care free as them.

Your head snapped back towards the door when you saw something moving, only to be faced with an avian. Grian, you think his name was. He was known to be a prankster and being quite obnoxious. From the small amount of times you’ve seen him though, he’s seemed pretty chill.

“Hello.” You greeted hesitantly. He must’ve been so uncomfortable underwater with his feathers. You couldn’t understand why he’d get his wings ruined and all wet just to come down here to meet you.

“Hey!” He replied back, seemingly happy. “Your Y/n, right? All the other hermits have been telling me about you.”

“What’d they say? I’m a boring old shark who’s rude as fuck?”

Grian raised an eyebrow and shook his head. “No. They told me you seemed cool. Mysterious and stuff. I wanted to meet you for myself.” He smiled yet again. His cheerful expression was contagious and you felt a smile creep up onto your own face.

“Oh, we’ll, it’s nice to meet you.” You nodded politely. “Grian, right?”

“That’s me.” He said proudly.

“You must be very uncomfortable down here- if you’d like we can go back up to the surface so your wings can dry.” You suggested, watching his wings twitch every so often.

“Are you sure? I came here to meet you, there’s no need for you to sacrifice your time for me.” He waved it off, nervously.

“I insist.” You smiled softly. He hesitated but nodded and you both made your way out of the underwater palace and to the seperate, on land section of your castle that was for meeting with other rulers.

He smiled at you happily. “Your the last ruler I came to meet.” He said after a moment. “I don’t understand why I would put it off for so long. Your probably one of the nicest people I’ve met.” He chuckled.

You laughed as well. “Yeah, some of the others aren’t as caring as me, I guess.” You shrugged. You looked down at him and smiled again.

He paused for a moment, before speaking. “You never get used to the conduits. It feels strange being able to talk underwater without drowning and in hailing unhealthy amounts of unclean water.” He commented.

“Can’t relate.” You smirked and put one hand on your hip, looking down at him.

He rolled his eyes. “Shut up!” He said playfully. You’d met this man less then ten minutes ago and you probably already like him more than most of the other rulers.

“Sorry about your wings getting wet.” You said sheepishly.

“Oh no! It’s not your fault. I decided to go down there.” He replied quickly, reassuring you. “However, for payback I might as well do this.” He said before shaking off his wings aggressively, causing water to get all in her eyes.

You squealed playfully, like a child would, trying to blink it out. He laughed at your reaction, face palming. Soon enough you calmed down, and you both went silent for a moment. It wasn’t uncomfortable though, like every other silence you’d ever gone through. It felt comforting in a way.

“Have you ever flown before?” Grian asked out of the blue.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You laughed.

“I mean- like, with wings. You don’t seem to have an elytra.” He hummed.

“No, I don’t fly. I prefer it on the ground or in the ocean. Besides, why fly when you can swim faster? I get if your on land but I barely leave my kingdom anyway.” You shrugged.

“Would you like to?”

“What?”

“Would you like to fly with me? I could carry you. My wings are large enough to hold both of us, despite your large size.”

You couldn’t help the red hue spreading across your cheeks. You felt fuzzy inside. This man you barely knew would like to fly you somewhere. To help you experience knew things. Perhaps he also felt as though you were strangely comforting. “That… That would be nice I guess.”

He hesitated but slowly reached toward your arm which you allowed him to take. He then took your other hand and took off. You let out a scream in surprise and he laughed, pulling you closer.

“OH MY GOD LET ME DOWN! LET ME DOWN! LET ME DOWN!” You started screeching anxiously. You shut your eyes as tightly as possible, and soon enough, there was no more unusually strong gusts of wind. “Oh, than god you took me back to the gro-“ You started, opening your eyes only to realise you were above the clouds.

The sky was a beautiful hue of pink of the afternoon, and your lips parted gently. The clouds ran past underneath you, like mist in the wind. “Woah.” You whispered. Since takeoff, Grian had been quiet. You looked up at him only to see him looking straight ahead and smiling.

“I knew you’d like it.” He said softly. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Stunning. No wonder Joel brags about his view in Stratos.” You hummed softly.

Grian let out a laugh at that and you couldn’t help but join in. “Thank you. For being kind to me. The other hermits weren’t so nice.” You said grimly.

“It’s no big deal. Just another excuse to disappear for a while.” He smiled.

You nodded. “I know what you mean.” You we’re both silent for a moment, looking into the sunset. That’s when someone went flying bye. They passed at top speed, causing for both you and Grian to scream and he halted in the sky hastily. Little did he know he had lost grip on you until it was too late.

You let out a scream as you began to plummet down from the large height. This is it. Your dead. Your absolutely fucked. Your shark tail lashed anxiously but ineffectively in the fall. You screamed the whole way through the clouds and continued on the whole way down. Once passing the clouds, you realised you were over the top of a body of water, which was relieving in some ways but even more scary in others.

“Grian?!” You shouted up to the bird who was frantically trying to catch up with you. You were to heavy, however and there was no way he could keep up let alone overtake you to stop you. “Is that an ocean biome?!” You panicked.

“Yes! Why does it matter in this situation?!” He replied back, still frantically trying to get to you.

You were a fresh water shark. You couldn’t breathe in salt water. It was like drowning for a human. You continued on screaming until you finally crashed into the large waves.

Your eyes went wide and you tried holding your breath, tears flowing out of your eyes and into the ocean in panic. Grian was no where to be seen, probably waiting for you to float to the top. You were to large.

You frantically tried to swim up, but to no avail. It just made you loose more breath and loose energy. You knew that if you breathed in that water, your gills would clog up and you’d suffocate. You’d die. However, there was no stopping it. Your lungs burst and you finally swallowed the water. Your eyes closed and everything went black.

You sat up and spat out water in your lungs, finding yourself on the beach. You spat out some seaweed and dragged yourself away from the salt water in fear. Your gills stung from the salt that you consumed and your fins were damaged from touching the water itself.

You already recognised yourself to be on the far east side of the island where all the empires were, there was docks nearby built by Joey. You must be near his kingdom.

You struggled to stand up, your limbs being weak from whatever happened while you were unconscious. How long had it been since you last walked on them? It couldn’t be more than a few hours because you would’ve died by that much salt water by then. So maybe two hours, according to the shape your body was in. You slowly limped your way over to the small dock area. You saw Sausages home, just across a lake connected to the ocean, so you sadly couldn’t leave.

“Anybody here?!” You called, trying to check if Joey was anywhere around. You got now sneer and immediately frowned. You sat back down where you were, on one of the docks. Maybe he’d come back. Or Grian would come looking for you.

It felt like hours of sitting in the heat that you finally saw something at least a little interesting. You felt your smooth shark skin getting burnt the more you sat there, but there was no shady areas that was open.

Moving back to the interesting thing you saw, is that there was numerous birds flying in the sky together. You rarely see any parrots flying together, let alone how high those ones were flying.

You shrugged it off and closed your eyes again, but you were startled by numerous loud thumbing on the dock. “Did those birds seriously come over here to mock m—“ You we’re cut off by being entrapped in a large hug. You felt violated and lie you were being strangled for a moment but softened a little when you realised it was no bird, but Grian, Lizzie, Joel and Jimmy.

“Y/n! There you are!” Grian said worriedly. “I’m sososo sorry. You fell into the ocean and I couldn’t see you anywhere— I got the whole server to try and look for you. Thank the lord.” He said.

Joel then brought up chat and typed in that they found us at Joeys base. (Joey replied with ‘they better of not stolen any of my stuff!’)

“Here, let’s take you home. I’ll treat your wounds.” He frowned. “Since it’s my fault anyway.”

You nodded hazily, still confused on what was happening. “Can we go by boat?”

“Yeah, of course! You guys can go now, thanks a lot. I’m sorry for making you all help me find them. I just felt at fault.” Grian said quickly. They took no time to all leave and get back to their busy lives which I was fine with.

“I’m so sorry for dropping you.” Grian mumbled, placing down a boat and hopping in, followed by you. “It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have suggested going flying with you. It was dangerous enough with both our weight but I should’ve also comprehended other fliers.”

“Grian.”

“You’d be fine if I hadn’t have ever come. Maybe I shouldn’t have even met you.”

“Grian.”

“This is all my fucking fault…”

“GRIAN!! It’s okay! I forgive you! It’s not your fault.”

He went silent as he pulled up to some land. It was a short walk from there to your lake. He helped you out and destroyed the boat before you begun your silent journey home.

Once getting there, he sat you on a table and began healing any wounds you hadn’t noticed. He gave you a healing potion which helped your gills heal and find, however you still had scratched on your legs he bandages up with seaweed for you.

“Thank you, Grian.”

“It’s the least I could’ve done.” He shrugged. “First aid isn’t my specialty.”

“No. I mean for everything. It was beautiful. Thank you.”

He paused, looking at you with wide eyes before taking you in a hug.

“Thank you..” He whispered back.

Anddd that’s it! I hope you enjoyed, and I’ll be taking requests now about fnaf, ninjago and mcyt!

#grian x reader #shark reader #merfolk reader #hermitcraft x reader #hermitcraft x empires #hermitcraft season 9 #empires s2 #bird grian #avian grian #Empires x Reader #Mcyt x Reader

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stitchdfox · 7 months

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Eddie is on tour pt 4

Their next stop is Austin, Texas. All Eddie knows about Texas is that it’s big, it’s hot, and he wishes he packed more than his skinny jeans.

They pit stop a few hours outside the city and gas up. Eddie launches out of the driver’s seat.

“Need. Shorts.” He pants under the heat of the sun and dramatically waddles towards the gift shop. Cool air hits the sweat on his forehead causing him to shiver.

“Bless you.” He steps towards the racks and finds a pair of orange basketball shorts with a giant TX on the leg. “These will do.”

He grabs a can of Monster and a protein bar on his way to the register.

He scrolls through his Instagram while he waits, liking the comments on the band’s recent post from the Denver show. They gained more followers than he expected.

A notification banner drops down with a new message from Steve.

His heart thumps hard. He’s never going to get used to this he thinks as he taps the notification.

Steve: You free to distract me from the most boring chapter from a huge ass book for my psych class?

Eddie chuckles to himself. He types a reply.

Eddie: now I don’t want to be a bad influence on you, sweetheart. 😈

He clicked send as he stepped forward in line. The cashier checks his ID for a pack of cigarettes and his phone sounds again. He clicks the message.

Steve: Pleeeeease, Eds. 🥺

And how could Eddie say no to that?

He pays for his stuff and dips into the bathroom to change. He pins his phone between his ear and shoulder.

“Hiiii!” Steve answers.

“Good morning, Stevie.” Eddie’s voice is silky. “Why aren’t you studying?”

“I figured I could work on my back up plan for a while instead,” Steve’s tone is playful.

“What’s that?” Eddie unbuttons his jeans and tries to peel them off from his sweat sticky legs.

“I… now I’m embarrassed.” Steve’s voice is low. Eddie pulls one of his legs free.

“Come on. It’s just me. I’m the most embarrassing person there is.” Eddie smiles. “What’s the backup plan?”

Steve hums. “To date a rock star.”

“Huh?!” Eddie belts out as he tugs his jeans off, falling against the bathroom stall. His phone drops and bounces on the rim of the toilet. His pulse raises the second it bounces again. It hits the floor and doesn’t splash in the toilet.

“Shit.” He steadies himself and snatches his phone off the floor.

Perfect fucking timing. “Steve. You still there?”

“Still here. You okay?” He’s voice is a bit shaky.

“Peachy. Just… caught in my pants.”

Steve snorts.

“What? This has happened to everyone at some point.” Eddie protests.

“Can’t say it’s happened to me.”

“Then you must not wear skinny jeans in the summer” Eddie proclaims.

“Who in their right mind would…”Steve chuckles. “Oh honey.”

“Don’t you dare.” He growls.

��I bet you’re cute when you’re all riled up.” Steve coos.

“Is that right?” Steve hums.

Eddie steps out of his jeans. He sighs, “Freedom.”

“Was it really that bad?”

“Stevie. It was so bad that I was relieved and, I’ll admit a little excited, to find orange shorts in this gas station gift shop.”

“Oh. I have to see this. Send me a picture,” Steve’s voice vibrates in excitement.

“No way in hell.”

“Please!”

“I would scare you away with how pasty I am. Please spare me.” Eddie steps into the shorts and hikes them up over his hips.

“No fair. You know what I look like and you haven’t even told me your band’s name which means I can’t find you on socials.” Steve huffs.

“You… really want to see me?” Eddie’s voice is small. Nervous.

“Of course! Look babe. I can’t explain it, but since the night you accidentally called me I can’t stop thinking about you, hearing your voice when you call and—“ Steve cuts himself off.

“And?” Eddie says.

“Eds. I want to meet you. Can I see you when you’re in Chicago?”

Eddie’s breath catches in his throat.

“Steve. I—“

“Give me the keys Munson!” Gareth charges at him from across the parking lot. “I’m gonna get us to the venue in record time.”

“You’ll be kind to our chariot. It’s all we’ve got.” Eddie hands over the keys. Gareth darts around the van.

Eddie brings the phone back to his ear. “Sweetheart?”

“Yeah.” He’s meek.

“I would… I would love to meet you after the show.” Eddie’s voice is low.

“You mean it?”

Eddie throws his free hand in the air. “Of course I mean it!”

Steve laughs.

“Are you sure you really want to meet me though?” Eddie pulls out a cigarette and lights it. He takes a long drag.

“I do.” Steve says with a serious tone.

Eddie is speechless for the first time in his life. “Okay.”

“So, will you tell me your band’s name so I can stalk you properly?” His tone is light again.

“The Munson Five.”

“Really Eddie?” Steve whines.

“Corroded Coffin. But you’ll have to find us on your own. I’m not giving the handle—“

“You are cute.” Steve interjects. “Send me a picture of you in the shorts so I can compare.”

Gareth honks the horn. “Come on, man! We gotta hit the road.”

Eddie takes a long drag of his cigarette and stomps it out under his boot.

“Duty calls.” Eddie sighs.

“Call me tonight? After the show.” Steve asks.

“Sure. It’ll give me the chance to get to know the guy who’s inspired a new song or two.” Eddie chews his bottom lip.

“Shut up,” Steve howls.

“It’s true! And I wanna know more.” Eddie coos. “Get your homework done and I’ll talk to you later.”

“Why would I do that when my backup plan is going so swimmingly?” Steve teases.

The van horn blares. Jeff makes kissy faces from the passenger seat. Eddie flips him off.

“Tonight.” He says.

“Can’t wait.” Steve ends the call.

He holds his phone up and snaps a photo. Thankfully his hair is decent today. His orange shorts are on display, skinny pale legs bright in the sun, he gives a teasing smile.

It’s not the best photo of him but he sends it anyway. It’s real. It’s him. If Steve really is into him he deserves to see every side of him. The weirdo, the metal head, the freak…

He climbs into the back seat of the van, lays flat on the bench, and throws his arm over his eyes.

Steve said he wanted to meet him. Gods. They only had a handful of shows left before the end of tour, before the House of Blues.

Eddie’s phone vibrates. He opens a text from Steve.

Steve: Is that a narwhal tattoo?

He chuckles to himself.

Eddie: Go study and I’ll tell you about it later.

Steve replies with a gif of Stitch crying.

Eddie: 🖤

——

Part 1 here.

Part 2 here.

Part 3 here.

Part 5 on the way soon!

Come hang with me on Twitter if that’s your jam.

#Steddie #Eddie Munson #Steve Harrington #modern AU #I love them #Eddie on tour #smut coming soon #steddie fic #fic writing

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empty-pizza · 10 months

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thoughts on nona the ninth chapter twelve

first a few comments i just got

thank you lmao

hmm, yes, this seems like it makes sense. i'm just still wondering though like... aren't some of the lyctors the people alive with him right now? wouldn't they remember this? which means something funky is going on.

ah! i definitely forgot that entirely. thanks!

anyway let's see. oh, so this is Blood of Eden taking them! do they know them, or is this just a random raid?

hmm. so they're checking that they're alive. nona must appear to be so, then. but this seems like it means that people from the Houses aren't by default undead or anything. then do these people have the wrong perception, or has something recently changed after the last book and now there actually are a lot of zombies running around?

i wonder if this is because the message Nona accidentally sent

it's Coronabeth!!! man this means i have to go back and re-evaluate a bunch of times they referred to the Crown and figure out what that means with the new context. i don't know if i remember enough of the details to do that.

first of all the fact that she's a leader in the group now is awesome and based i hope we get more of her she really found herself and found her confidence and i think it would be cool if she shot Ianthe in the face though i like Ianthe it would just be cool

secondly man i wish i had a better grasp on the dynamics here. like, what does each side want from each other. is Camilla's group only living by the goodwill of Coronabeth's group? what caused them to split? why is Camilla's group allowed to be doing their thing separately? aaaah. maybe this chapter will give me some breadcrumbs.

i wonder whose sword that is

wonder who the captain is

wonder how Coronabeth rose in the ranks

this is very very very much that shit someone commented about where this is all from the perspective of the person who knows the least about what's going on. like wtf is the negotiator. is the thing there's a picture of different from that?

hmm. maybe it's that Camilla's group is part of Coronabeth's faction. seems kinda treated that way here.

maybe the zombies are just something new

Varun the Eater? i have no idea. maybe it's a resurrection beast.

is it that this ship is holding a negotiator from the Houses? they really made something that simple so tricky for me to figure out

"Well, he would, wouldn't he? said Camilla. :You're selling him back the Sixth House."

HMMMMM

Sources? maybe this is a fairly literal descriptor. a title for people who gave information.

oh hmm. they refer to Cytherea as Source Chrysaor, i think. yeah i got no clue.

am i nuts or do i just not remember there being a necromantic monster that Marta defeated

so the Hopers have the leverage, control the people of the Sixth House, and want Nona to be a proper Lyctor

i can't tell if a lot of sixth house is still alive or if it's just the sixteen people

"Ah, in the end, all of us are people . . . who need the bathroom."

profound

interesting stuff. i didn't understand close to enough. but we're getting somewhere with plot movement. negotiations will happen. the problem is, will nona be remotely aware of any of it happening.

i somehow have a feeling that ianthe is gonna show up.

#pizza reads locked tomb #tlt #the locked tomb #nona the ninth

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symphopan · 2 months

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Valentine's Blessings

Chapter 1/5: The Crush

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Alex was a bit bummed. It was Valentine’s day tomorrow at his high school, and being a senior, it felt a bit weird that he was the only one who didn’t have a partner. It's not that he was going out of his way to get girls like other guys, but he did still want someone to be with. The day always made him feel like he was super lonely. The ringing of the bell snapped him out of his thoughts.

“So class, remember to get your assignments in tonight. I know a lot of you might have plans for tomorrow and don’t think you wanna spend time still working on it” The teacher said.

He got up and started putting his stuff in his bag. It was his last class of the day and because today was Thursday, it meant he was taking the bus home.

“So Esther. Anybody interesting ask you to be their valentine?” A girl asked the person standing next to her.

“Ugh… Just the usual ones. None of them are the right one, you know?” Esther said.

Esther, one of the prettiest in school. She had the eye of every guy in school and that meant everyone of them would try to have a chance with her. Of course, Alex also had a crush on her though he never did take his chance. He would learn that every guy who would ask her out would get turned down, so he didn’t out of fear of the same thing happening to him.

“Well maybe that cuz those chumps are me. So what do you as baby, wanna be mine Valentime?” A deep masculine voice said.

“You mean Valentine, Walter?” the girl next to Esther said.

“That's what I said Menia.” He said.

“Marina.” She corrected.

“Yeah yeah. So what do you say Esther?”

“Once again, the answer is no Walter.” Esther said nonchalantly.

“Oh come on. What, am I not good enough for you?” He whined.

“Maybe because you have more muscles than brains.” Alex accidentally said out loud.

They all turned to face him. Well now he’s done it. Walter walked over to him. The big jock only towered 2 inches above him, but was much more built then him. Alex's shaggy black hair, red t-shirt with a black jacket, jean pants, and flat footed shoes, didn’t really help him stand out much. Whereas Walter’s smooth back blond hair, varsity jacket, football team jersey and pants, and nice looking shoes, made him look like the coolest person alive. Although most knew he was kinda dumb.

“What was that twerp?” Walter said aggressively.

“I’m mean… Didn’t your recent girlfriend break up with you cause you couldn’t remember anything about what she liked? And so did the 3 before that?” Alex said.

“So?”

“SO, maybe if you used your head instead of your muscles, you might keep a girl for more than 2 days.”

The girls giggled at that comment. Walter looked like he was in a stun lock.

“Y-yeah well… Y-You're just jealous that you don’t have these.” He flexed as he walked out the room, before running off sadly.

“Why could he not be a girl instead? He’d be a better bimbo than himbo.” Marina said.

“Yeah, and we all know how much you’d love that.” Esther said. She walked over to Alex.

“Hey thanks for that. Alex right?.” She asked.

He nodded. This was one of the few times he got her up close. Her dyed blue-cyan gradient hair went down to her shoulders. She was wearing a neon yellow shirt, with a white jacket over it. Her blue leggings and cyan shoes complemented her legs and he could help but notice how thick they were.

Why must my mind go there? He thought to himself.

“Umm Yeah. Sorry you have to deal with him, Esther.” He says.

“That’s alright. It was really nice of you to do that for me.” She asked

“Oh, don’t mention it. I just hate it whenever guys do that.” He said moving towards the door where they were. “I know right!? They think they’re super cool, but they come off really lame.” She laughed, “You know, given your build I’m surprised that they didn't try to make you one of them.”

He seemed to shrink down at that comment.

“Oh no, I don’t really fit in with other guys. Never really have.” He said meekly.

“Oh sorry, I didn't mean anything by it.” She apologized.

“No, it's fine. Look, I gotta go catch my bus. See ya.” He said as he ran off.

Esther was left there a bit stunned.

“Esther! Did you see what I saw?” Marina asked, her eyes softly glowing with hints of pink and blue.

“Yeah, I did.” She replied with the same glow in her eyes.

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As he got off the bus, and walked inside he noticed that his parents were still out town for work. He went to the kitchen, and put some pizza bites in the microwave. When they were done he took them up to his room. In his room, he sat on his bed and played a game, one of his favorite RPG’s. As he loaded up the game, his character spawned in.

He thought about his interaction with Esther. Why was he always awkward around her and other girls? While he sure he did like Esther most of the others he didn’t yet he still felt odd around them. He looked at his character, a cute tech girl he made in the game, and then around his room at all of his figures of anime girls. He flopped back onto his bed feeling bad for having the figures as felt was just being a weirdo.

I should get rid of those figures, they’re kind of weird to own. Tho they’re very cute, and I feel… Happy when looking at them? Ugh… What's wrong with me? He thought.

He didn’t know why he felt like this, but it happened almost everyday. He decided to head to bed early for the day. He hoped that maybe tomorrow, life would change. Little did she know, she would get her wish.

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This story was requested by the lovely @mistresskabooms. I hope you enjoy this little set up, cuz it going to get a bit longer from here. And yes I know valentine's day was a while ago I still wanted to write something leave me alone.

#tg #transgender #mtf trans #tgtf #lesbian #trans lesbian #hey trans girls can have anime waifus too

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imagionationstation · 9 months

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Hey!! I hope you're having a good day/night.

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This fic will include a little bit of everything so that his pain can be deeply and horrifically scarring. Because he’s such a good boi <3

Not sure if you’ve found it yet, but I have an A03 with more content that’s not available on Wattpad. Link

Sure! I practically consider everyone who interacts with me often on Tumblr or leaves consistent comments on A03 to be a friend on some level.

As long as you’re able to tolerate long rants about turtles, an unhealthy obsession with the underrated bond between the cool colored bros, and someone who just doesn’t know how to stop writing- then welcome to a friendship that will never stray beyond the realm of turtles until we meet in person!

You’ve already been around for quite some time! Who am I to dismiss a 2012 turtlefan with obviously awesome taste in content?

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straycatboogie · 1 year

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2023/05/09 English

BGM: Jesus Jones - Right Here Right Now

Today I had to face the fact how old I am. This morning everyone talked about their ages so I confessed mine as "today I will be 48", then they got surprised. It seems that there must be many younger people who try to use this kind of chat tools to learn English and Japanese. Or primarily, there must be many younger people who enjoy using Discord to entertain themselves with games and movies. Anyway, according to such young users, I am truly a veteran or old dude. It shocked me a lot although we have to experience that process of getting old actually. I guess that people who are 50 years old might work at their important position at any workplace. They can also have built their families firmly and think about their ending lives. At least, they would never be like me who enjoy everyday loosely with reading and learning English. Oh my, what a wonderful life.

Today a person praised my English. But...I don't think that it is OK about my English. I am, instead of that, beaten by the fact that I can never complete my learning. However I do my effort not to make mistakes, I finally make them a lot... Ah, I started learning English from my 13, and I even learned English literature at a university because I had an interest in becoming a translator. But, even though I have lived through that 30 years process (of course, I have to see that there is a long blank in that process), I can't proud of the progress of my English. A person I respect said to me "Your English gets more polished every day". But I can't judge if it is true or not by myself. I just try to learn English by using it in my daily life as "back to the basic". I believe that steady efforts enable me go forward. If I can use Japanese expressions, then it would be described as "muddy" or "earth" efforts, really uncool ones to bring myself up.

I am not so wise that I can never write great opinions like any commentators or critics. But I guess that my poor English through this "tough" career might come from the reason why I don't have any chances to use it. English is not to do a solo study. It won't be completed by oneself alone. It will be improved by communicating with other people because that is the meaning of a "communication tool"... this might sound difficult, but if I write this simply then it would be like this. I had to use English by writing and speaking more actually at schools or my real life. It wouldn't end that the education system in Japan must be terrible I guess. Even if it is right, I have to accept that I had a certain shyness that stopped me to try to use English as "although being fluent in English is cool, I don't want to make mistakes because I don't want to be embarrassed". I must need a courage to "crush" the shell of my mind to "grasp" the chances to use English. Even now, I need that courage.

And now... next July I will become 48. But, following the great Ango Sakaguchi, a Japanese novelist, who wrote as "recently, I started thinking that everyone can become older than any adults at a period of their life", I think that people can become "younger than children" even they are at their midlife. As this current me. Once, when I was a student, I had the 48 years old person as "completed adults". Being mature people, and living with calm minds steadily and quietly. But, now I find that I am really far from that kind of "completing". Everyday I am running between masterpieces of books and music, and following charming female users on Discord greedily. But as I wrote yesterday, that must be the meaning of the expression "C'est La Vie". I want to become a person like Charles Bukowski. Like him, I want to become a "troublesome" old person. To be an eternal rolling stone, a neo "yankee" (in Japanese, this word has a meaning of "outsider").

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radiant-reid · 2 years

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Darling, you're the one I want

Summary: The history of Spencer and Y/n's relationship as told by Paper rings by Taylor Swift

hiii i was wondering if you can do something like paper rings by taylor relateds

A/N: is this a little too bisexual of me? maybe, but I love Emily Prentiss

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Fluff )

Content Warning: Recreation marijuana use (not explicitly by reader) | sexual references | mention of Spencer's drug addiction | mention of Diana's condition

Word Count: 8.1k I am so sorry

Masterlist

When Y/n moved into her new apartment, she didn't expect to meet her best friend. After watching the mysterious Emily Prentiss arrive and leave at odd hours, she definitely wanted to know what her story was. A mixed-up package gave her the perfect opportunity to introduce herself. Then she started feeding Emily's cat when she was away, and they very quickly were having brunch on Sundays, getting wine drunk together, and trading secrets.

One of the very first things she learned about Emily was the reason for the periods of time she was away. Her super impressive FBI job.

A few months into their friendship, Emily mentioned she didn't have someone to take to the party her colleague/friend, Spencer, was hosting. The members of the BAU were something Emily talked about a lot. From 'charming, but not as good a flirt as me' Derek Morgan to 'ray-of-sunshine' Penelope Garcia to 'boss man' Aaron Hotchner to 'badass' Jennifer Jareau to 'the famous book guy, who's actually quite cool' David Rossi. And, of course, Spencer, the intelligent little brother she never had.

They all were quite highly spoken of by Emily, so Y/n wanted to meet them. It was why she offered to go with her friend. An added bonus was going to be free food and booze, and she'd planned to hang out with Emily anyway.

"Okay, I love that dress." Emily immediately greeted Y/n after she'd made the twenty steps to her apartment door. "You look hot."

The dress, Y/n could agree, was flawless. A soft, silky baby blue mini dress that fitted like it was made for her. The neckline was high enough it wasn't too club-like, but low enough there was still a pretty decent view of her boobs. She looked hot, and she knew it. Maybe the dress wasn't overkilling it, but her glam makeup and soft curls probably were. She didn't exactly care. After all, there are only so many house parties one goes to in their early 30s. And maybe Emily had hyped Morgan up a little too much for Y/n to not want to take home.

"Me? What about you?" Y/n complimented in reply, her eyes darting over Emily's dress. "When did you buy this?"

Emily did a little spin, showing Y/n the hot new red number she must have recently acquired. "Oh, you know, just before my date last week?"

"Any good?" Y/n replied, knowing she always had a story.

"Oh my gosh, no." Emily shook her head. "He was arrogant, but I guess that's what I get for dating someone my mom likes."

Y/n laughed aloud at that. "A politician?" She asked.

Biting her lip because she knew what Y/n's reaction would be, Emily replied. "A corporate lawyer." She was right, judging by the way her friend's mouth contorted into a grimace.

"You've got to stop doing that." Y/n reminded her, although the information wasn't new, and Emily would ignore the advice once again.

"I know, but scold me later, or we'll be late." Emily requested, using the ticking clock as an excuse to get out of the judgmental eyes of her friend. She turned to lock her apartment door, and the pair started walking to the underground parking.

Y/n pressed the button on the elevator, stepping in. "I do think our dresses deserve the honor of being fashionably late." She commented, straightening out the silk fabric.

Emily chuckled, agreeing with that as they got into the car. As usual, they found more than enough to talk about on the short drive to Spencer's apartment.

"Oh, I've got to grab the books from the trunk," Emily mentioned when they got out as she walked around to the back of the car.

Y/n followed her with a frown, only more confused by the ten or eleven books in the back of the car. All thick and definitely old. "Why books?"

"He reads. Like a lot." Emily told her, but Y/n thought it might have been mentioned before. "And these were some he mentioned he wanted that I took from my parents' house." That made Y/n laugh, the thought of how cute their relationship was lingering in her head. "It's not like they're going to notice. They just sit in the 200 square foot room." She scoffed, exaggerating, or maybe not. Y/n wasn't sure.

They took the stairs, Y/n carrying half the books in her hands before knocking on the door. She'd seen the man who opened the door in photos in Emily's apartment, but he was more stunning in person. A sweet smile, pretty eyes, and perfectly formed curls. Tall, too, she initially presumed that JJ, who he was standing beside in the photo, was short. But his slacks clearly showed his long legs.

"Oh, you brought the books!" Spencer grinned once he focused his attention on the thick hardcovers. Quickly, he took them out of their hands, making sure the girls didn't have to carry them. "Thank you so much. I'll finish them fast, so your parents don't find out." He gushed, letting Emily pull him in for a hug.

"Don't worry," Emily told him, flicking her hand backward. "I'll fight them off."

Y/n smiled at the bond between the two of them. She could have figured how difficult and necessary it was to have friends in a job like theirs.

When they pulled away, Spencer looked at the new guest in his apartment. "Sorry, I'm Spencer Reid." He offered out a hand to shake hers.

"Y/n L/n. It's nice to meet you." She replied, smiling at him.

Spencer stepped aside, gesturing for the two of them to come in. "Thanks for coming. I was worried I'd have to listen to more of Morgan's music." He joked. Emily laughed with him. "You have that music application thing on your phone, right?"

Y/n gave Emily an 'is this guy for real' look when he didn't use an abbreviation. The shrug she got in reply assured her he was every bit as unknowingly cute as she thought.

"Yeah, Reid, I got you covered," Emily assured him. "But, I know it's time for a drink."

That was how the night started. There was more alcohol than Y/n would have suspected, especially because Spencer didn't seem to be drinking any.

Derek Morgan was quick to come and introduce himself. "Prentiss, you did not tell me how pretty your new friend was." He flirted, eyes tracing her figure.

Sighing, Emily introduced them. "Y/n, meet the one and only Derek Morgan."

"I've heard great things," Y/n informed him, shaking his hand. Morgan quipped his eyebrows, looking between her and Emily, not exactly sure what information she'd been told. Emily's descriptions for all of them seemed to be accurate, and she quickly felt as though she fit in with them.

As the night drew on, there was more drinking, laughter, and time for Y/n to get to know the team. She was drawn to Spencer, an odd type of attraction she wasn't sure she'd ever felt for anyone. Like something inside her was driving her to know him.

After Hotch and Rossi left, Morgan took out a small ziplocked bag of weed and some rolling paper. "Brought you a gift, pretty boy." He said with a sly smirk on his face.

Penelope hit him on the shoulder. "That's not for him, and you know it." She reminded him, only causing him to nod.

Spencer shook his head with a laugh, turning to the kitchen to get them more chips that he was sure they would need. They started rolling to joint, and to Y/n's surprise, they were expertly done. Sitting on the patterned rug on the dark wood flooring of his lounge room. His apartment gave off the same vibe as when Emily described Spencer. Tidy but cluttered, what she imagined his brain to look like. Lots of books, obviously, but also a globe, framed maps, greek sculptures, and a statement, ornate mirror. It was just as pretty as he was.

Y/n sat around them while they smoked, far too drunk to participate. The music was loud enough she could feel it thumping through her, the beat synching with her pulse.

A hand on her shoulder drew her attention from waiting for the bathroom door to open. It was the owner of the apartment she was in. "You can use my ensuite if you like." Spencer offered, holding out a hand for her to take.

She took it, letting him pull her down the end of the hallway she hadn't toured down. It felt like she was rushing off to some random guy's bedroom at a college party, but Spencer held her hand up high, making sure she didn't trip. It was completely different, and Spencer was definitely a good person for being so kind to a near stranger.

The was only one piece of art on the walls, a large landscape of tree branches littered with birds. Not tropical rainforest-like scenery it was dark colors that complemented the dark green walls. The birds weren't exotic either, all sparrows, robins, woodpeckers, and goldfinches.

He was talking as they stepped away from the slightly foggy living room. "I'm guessing it's JJ and Will in the bathroom, and they're either up to adult business or JJ's puking."

Spencer's bedroom was like an extension of his open-planned living space. There were more personal effects there, though, judging by the collection of knickknacks on a shelf beside the bed. Where Y/n imagined, he could look at before he fell asleep. They were things Y/n wanted to know the story behind.

The bed was on the opposite wall to the door, centered in the middle. One of the other walls had a balcony door, and the other a double-doored closet and another door.

Stunned, she took it in for a moment. "They do that?" Y/n retorted with a giggle at his former speculation.

With a laugh, Spencer nodded. "They're notorious for it. It's a miracle Henry doesn't have 20 siblings." Y/n had heard that name before with the pictures while his godparents bragged about him, maybe more than his parents. "That's the bathroom." He mentioned, nodding to the door adjacent to the bed.

"Thanks," Y/n replied, finally dropping his hand and walking closer to that side of the room.

"I'm going to supervise. I'll bring you some water." Spencer told her, moving closer to the door to the hallway. Y/n thanked him again, walking into the bathroom while Spencer exited the room.

Y/n resisted the urge to look through his bathroom cabinet. Instead, when Spencer wasn't back in his room, she looked around at his personal effects. She sifted through the four books on his nightstand. Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen, Emma, Jane Austen, A Room With A View, E.M Foster, and A Farewell To Arms, Ernest Hemmingway. A true romantic.

The most treasured possessions told the same story. A drawing by a small child, probably Henry. A small wooden sparrow. Glasses that she was guessing weren't his due to the size. A women's perfume bottle. A bright yellow mug with a smiling sun on it. A birthday card which looked worn with a number 8 on it. An old fountain pen. And a set of playing cards.

She must have been too wrapped up in trying to figure out what each thing meant to him because the hand on her shoulder startled her. Spencer, again, was there when she turned around.

"Sorry, I, uh, didn't mean to scare you." He apologized, handing her the glass of water. He stood a few feet away from her, watching intently as she looked at his things.

Grateful, Y/n took the glass. "No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been snooping." She felt awkward about it. A near-stranger let her into his bedroom, and she went through his things.

Spencer shook his head. "I don't mind." He provided her with some reassurance. He wasn't exactly sure why that was, though. It wasn't like he would be mad at anyone for looking through his things, but he wouldn't have enjoyed it. Spencer wanted to tell the story behind every item to her, whether it was happy or not. If not because of the magnetism between them, then because of the kind smile she was wearing.

"Your girlfriend's?" Y/n asked, holding up the bottle of perfume, unsure of why no one had mentioned it.

Shyly, Spencer shook his head, his hands resting heavily in his pockets. "My mom's." He admitted to her before continuing. "I miss her, and it's the perfume she used to wear when I was a kid. Scents travel to the olfactory bulb, which is connected to the amygdala and hippocampus. It's why smells can trigger intense emotions or memories."

Y/n cut him off when he looked like he was going to add something. "I think that might be the cutest thing I've ever heard." She told him softly, meeting his pretty brown eyes.

Spencer blushed at hearing her words, his tongue darting out around his lips as he worked out what to say in reply. "Do you want to see something?" He offered with his hand.

Nodding, Y/n let him pull her away from his things. He took her out of the other door and onto the balcony. It was bigger than she expected, with a bench and telescope. The slight breeze was only a little cold. Spencer let go of her hand in favor of fixing the angle of the telescope.

"Wanna see something cool?" Spencer asked, waving her over to look in the lens.

Y/n complied, unable to stop her intrigue of him. Sure, everyone around her was new, sans Emily, but Spencer was the one she had the urge to learn. He was so close to her that she could smell his dreamy cologne. Just as divine as he was.

She forced herself to focus her attention on what she could bend down to see through the telescope. "You see that tiny slither of light? The slight-crescent shape?" Spencer asked her.

"Yeah," Y/n replied, looking at the tiny glow in the sky.

"That's the new moon," Spencer informed her before continuing. "It symbolizes a new beginning or a spiritual cleanse. Some people start new projects or use the energy to set their intentions."

If that wasn't a signal, Y/n didn't know what was. Not only Spencer's possible flirting but the fact that their meeting was written in the stars. Like the universe, the cosmic vastness responsible for everything picked them to be together.

Taking her eye away from the metal, she looked up at him. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." Spencer nodded, intensely staring at her like he was trying to figure something out. He was close enough that he could kiss her... not that that was what he was thinking about. He could still see every inch of her face and every shade in her eye color.

"What else can you show me?" Y/n asked, hoping he got the double meaning.

If he did get it, he didn't say anything. It might have been more attractive that, instead of flirting back with Y/n, Spencer moved the telescope so she could view something else.

Briefly, he looked into it because moving aside so she could look. "Venus." He announced. While she looked, Spencer continued to talk. "After the Roman Goddess associated with love and beauty amongst other things." She could see the close-up details for the yellow-ish planet. It was better than any photograph. His voice was paradoxically calming and captivating. It would make it difficult to decide whether to fall asleep listening to it or stay up late and talk to him. Not that she got to make that decision. "She was also the mother of Cupid."

"Another?" Y/n requested, pulling back slightly before she could get too flustered talking to him.

Spencer obliged, shifting it slightly when he did the mathematical calculations of where it should be. She watched his fingers dance over it as it swerved, coming to a stop when it was in the correct position. "Mars." He declared, letting her look at it.

Y/n pulled back for a second, looking up at him. "You're not going to tell me anything?" She asked, overexaggerating a pout.

"S-sorry, I thought it might be, uh, annoying you," Spencer replied, a charge of self-doubt rushing through him.

Y/n reached out to grab his hand, rocking it slightly to reassure him. "Please." He didn't know how such a brief touch could keep his skin warm and make his heart thump in his chest.

"The Roman God of war. In both Chinese and Indian astrology, it represents energy." Spencer started, but his voice quickly dropped an octave. "But it also symbolizes ambition, passion, desire, and sex." She bit her bottom lip at that, thankful he couldn't see. He knew what he was doing with that one.

"It's beautiful," Y/n remarked, in awe of the red-colored planet she could see so close. There were more elucidative adjectives, but she was focused on the surface shades.

Spencer couldn't even see her face, but he could hear the astoundment in her tone. "Outside of the city, you can see far more. I've never really had time on cases, but I'd like to go somewhere without so much light pollution. It's estimated that four million birds die each year because of light pollution. The glare over suburban and urban areas makes it difficult for them to migrate using the stars and moon." He informed her, looking out at the sky.

When he turned back around, Y/n was looking up at him. "The bird?" She asked, nodding back to his room where the wooden sparrow sat.

"It, uh, belonged to... I guess my mentor, Gideon. He recruited me to the FBI." Spencer told her, not having any problem with spilling his secrets. He'd taken it when he found Gideon's letter, gun, and badge, wanting something to remember him by. "Sparrows represent power, creativity, and empowerment."

"Gideon was like that?" Y/n asked, more interested in what he had to say than looking at the stars. His honesty made him trustworthy, she could tell. Along with that, he really was beautiful, the soft light showing every detail of his face. She wanted to memorize it all.

Slightly, he chuckled. "His creativity could be... bizarre, but it helped us solve a lot of cases."

It wasn't hard to see how much his mentor meant to him. "He sounds great." She replied with a smile.

Spencer nodded. "He was." He agreed. There was a moment of silence while they watched each other, scanning to ensure the odd feelings were reciprocated.

Y/n decided they were. "Are you going to tell me about the other things?" She asked.

Although he hadn't heard a lot of flirty suggestions in his life, that sounded like one. "Does that mean I get to see you again?" He confirmed, bracing himself in case she turned him down. He would have told her them, but he noticed the party was winding down.

There wasn't anything Y/n wanted more. Five hours ago, she'd never met him, but, now, she didn't know if there was anything more valuable than his time.

"I think we could work that out." She agreed with a half-smirk before making a suggestion. "Say, maybe, if I took one of the books on your nightstand, I'd have to return it."

"I'll swap you." Spencer declared, gesturing for her to go back inside. He followed her when she did as she waited for his offer. He wasn't big on giving away his favorite books, but he trusted her already. Plus, it was a small price to pay for getting to see her again. He walked closer to the bedside table, picking up the top book on the stack as well as a hardcover notebook and pen. "This book, for your number."

There was no way she wouldn't take that deal. "Sure." She agreed, taking the pen from his hand, touching his fingers for an extra second. The pages were blank when she opened the book like it was new. "Are you sure you want me to write in this?" She asked, ready to hand it back to him.

"Yeah." Spencer nodded affirmatively, so she did, neatly writing her name and number with a love heart next to it. He swapped the books over once she capped the pen.

"You better call." Y/n jokingly warned him.

Spencer smirked as he nodded. "And you better read." He counted.

"I will," Y/n assured him.

And she did. She physically couldn't sleep until she finished a few chapters deep into her new book. Then there was the three AM internet search. When her brain was over-tired, and she was desperate to know more. There were quite a few videos of press conferences he'd spoken at, a couple of newspaper articles, and evidence that he really did have 3 P.h.Ds. What was annoyingly missing was evidence of any social media. Nothing she could use to find out about his personal life. So, who exactly was Spencer Reid? Luckily, there was a lot to learn from the notes in the margin. She spent almost as much time reading them as she did the actual novel.

Spencer called the very next morning while she was in bed. The book was right next to her face when she woke up, her finger still holding the cover.

Their phone conversations started like clockwork when Spencer was in DC, every night at 9. Talking about their days or their favorite colors or the physics behind everyday activities- a topic where Spencer did the predominant amount of speaking-.

When he was working on a case, his communication skills lacked. Obviously, she knew he didn't have lots of time to talk while he was hunting down serial murderers. There was also the fact she didn't have a monopoly on his time, but she was so quickly conditioned to it.

Spencer definitely kept her life interesting. Everything wasn't meant to start revolving around him so quickly, but it did.

A month after the unofficial, just friends couple met, Emily called Y/n to come to the bar with the team. "Bring someone else." She instructed, knowing a fraction of what was happening between them. Partly because it was a developing situation, an on-again-off-again, will-they-won't-they relationship.

"Em, I'm not going to do that," Y/n replied, knowing it wouldn't do anything but worsen their relationship, delaying the time until he could finally be hers. "A game like that won't work on Spencer. He's too clever." Seeing as they did the same job, Emily should have thought of that. Of course, a profiler is going to see through a cliché pretend-to-date-me-to-make-him-jealous scenario. "What would work on you?" She'd already been getting ready as they talked.

"I don't know. When did you last talk?" Emily asked, shuffling some of her papers on her desk as she prepared to leave with the group. She decided it was better than standing in the elevator with Spencer.

Y/n pulled the phone back from her ear, checking her phone log. Spencer was far too old school to text. Plus, he liked to listen to her voice. It was easier for him to profile her tone.

"Tuesday," Y/n answered. It was Friday. Too long, for her liking, to go without Spencer.

"But you saw him last weekend?" Emily asked, making her way to the elevator.

Y/n could guess where the conversation was going since they had it before. "Yes, Emily. I've been to his apartment alone twice, and we've been out for coffee once." She deadpanned.

"On a date." Emily corrected, eliciting a sigh from her friend. The technicality being no one called it a date, and there was no hand-holding or kissing. "And you seriously expect me to believe you haven't had sex." She'd just stepped into the elevator with JJ and put the phone on speaker when JJ frowned at her.

"We haven't!" Y/n shouted back, throwing her hands up even though Emily couldn't see.

JJ scoffed, taking the phone from Emily. "That night, you definitely did."

"Hi, Jay." Y/n recognized her voice, greeting her happily before changing her tone. "And no, we didn't."

"You should," JJ said, gaining a surprised look from Emily that Y/n could imagine. She explained before either of them could comment. "I've heard good things." She emphasized.

Still, Y/n thought it was a little suspicious. "Sure, JJ." She sarcastically said. "I'll just see you guys there or something."

"Who's on the phone?" That was Spencer's voice. She would know it if she heard it anywhere.

Y/n could imagine the smirk on Emily's face. "Y/n." She answered.

She wished she could see the look on Spencer's face. Whether it was a smile or a frown if he looked interested or not. Even though it took less than a few seconds for her name to register, the silence was drawing out the suspense she felt.

"Hey, Y/n!" He sounded exciting, something she was sure of it. She could imagine the way his eyes glistened, and he got those deep smile lines.

"Spence, hi." She replied, trying to match his enthusiasm, despite how infuriating he was that week.

Emily dutifully informed him of their plan. "Y/n's coming with us."

"Oh, cool." She realized something about his statement wasn't genuine, but she didn't call him out on it.

"Okay, I'll see you guys later." Y/n quickly farewelled them, hanging up the phone before any further, awkward conversation could continue.

When she saw them at the bar, she'd replayed Spencer's comment over in her head far too many times to not want some revenge. The best plan she could come up with was ignoring him.

Y/n's strategy led her to sit next to Morgan, trying desperately to ignore Spencer. His captivating hand movements and intriguing topics of conversation made it near impossible. Even in the dim bar lighting, he was so pretty. An unattainable amount of beauty, even when he wasn't trying. Somehow, he'd just walked out of a full day of work with perfectly, slightly messy curls, and dressed like he could go back into the office.

Even after the hours they'd spent together, there was still so much she didn't know about him. And there were still the six items near his bedroom that she needed to know the stories behind. As much as she was purposefully ignoring him, it was so challenging.

It was much more challenging when they all decided to call it a night, conveniently leaving Spencer and Y/n together.

He knew she was ignoring him, but he wasn't versed enough in relationships to understand why someone would do that. It made him nervous around her when he hadn't felt that way before.

On the dark DC street, Spencer reached out to hold her hand. "Do you want to see something cool?" He asked, scanning her face carefully for a reaction.

"Sure." Y/n agreed, her already broken facade falling away. Spencer took her down the street, then two blocks over. He walked too quickly, basically dragging her. "I swear if you're taking me somewhere to murder me, you'll be in big trouble."

Spencer looked back at her and chuckled. "'Big trouble.'" He repeated. "That's not very threatening."

"Shut up." She replied jokingly, a blush painting her cheeks. "Where are we going anyway?"

"What? You don't like surprises?" Spencer replied, his big, beautiful grin playing on his lips. Adamantly, she shook her head. "Oh, Y/n, you've just made it my goal to surprise you, and I'm a chronic overachiever."

Y/n giggled at that. "Really? You like to do more than the bare minimum?" She rhetorically asked, having seen the PhDs and BAs to prove it.

Dramatically, Spencer stopped in his tracks, halting Y/n steps. "We're here." He announced, turning towards a door on the street.

"And where exactly is here?" Y/n asked, having no choice but to be dragged behind him as he walked closer to the door. It was something she would have missed, looking like any other fire exit door.

Spencer didn't reply. Instead, he lifted their joint hands up to rummage around the pocket on his suit jacket. Y/n unclasp their hands so he could find what he was looking for.

When he produced a set of keys, she was even more confused, frowning as he unlocked the door. "The aquarium." He answered, pulling the door open and holding it so she could go in.

Y/n trusted him enough to go in first, carefully walking into the dark building in her heels. It was almost all dark beside a faint glow in the distance. Spencer followed her in, turning to lock the door. He flicked on a light switch, and one by one, the lights turned on.

The area in front of her was desks, like any other office workspace. What was completely different was the tanks of water and brightly colored fish she could see in the distance.

"Oh my gosh." She exclaimed, spinning around on her heels to face him. "Spencer, this is incredible."

Just watching her face light up was enough to make him grin for a week straight. The astonishment was written all over her features. Spencer took her hand, threading his fingers through hers before pulling her through the building.

After the open planned office space, there was an underwater tunnel. All glass so Y/n could see out into the water. The glass was immaculately clear, giving her a view of the fish like there wasn't a barrier.

"What is this place?" She asked, focused on one bright orange fish with spots. She wasn't even aware that she'd stopped walking.

"It's part of Georgetown's marine science department," Spencer answered. "It's used for research, and it's pretty easy to get a key when you're a doctor."

Y/n huffed out a laugh. "A conceited doctor." She mumbled, turning to smirk at him.

"Can't be conceited if you're the best." He quipped, matching her smirk.

Shaking her head, she turned back to look at the tank. There was far too much to look at with all the different colored fish swimming above and around her. Spencer told her all about each fish she could see, pointing them out. It meant he had to stand right next to her, so close she could smell everything that was in the cocktail he'd had. His voice stayed in her ear, even though there was no one else there to hear their conversation.

They would have been there an hour before they'd finished waking through the tunnel, despite the fact it wasn't that long.

"Thanks for bringing me here," Y/n said once they were in what looked like the entrance to the building, able to see out to the street.

Spencer nodded. "There's still one more thing." He announced, taking a left and walking her through another door. "You know, I've never actually brought anyone else here." He confessed shyly, not wanting to make it the big deal that it definitely was.

Y/n didn't want to ask if that meant she was special, but she hoped it did. "It's amazing."

"It is." He agreed. "I come here sometimes if a case has been rough." He told her. Their footsteps echoed as they walked through the empty hall to the new mystery location. He stopped when they reached the middle of the hallway, reaching out to press a button. "Close your eyes."

She frowned at him. "Why?"

"Just do it," Spencer mumbled, shaking his head. Y/n unlaced her hand from his, placing them over her eyes. He turned her body slightly, so she was facing the wall, which was opening to reveal another tank. "Okay, you can look." He instructed, watching her face for a reaction instead of what he was showing her.

She took her hands away from her eyes, coming face to face with the shark tank. Her mouth dropped open as a reef shark swam past. "Okay, this is the coolest thing." She said, watching the other three sharks swim in the tank.

Spencer nodded, although she wasn't watching him. The blue reflection of the water danced across her features as it moved, the different shades illuminating varying parts of her face. He didn't know someone could look so pretty in such dim light.

Y/n knew he was watching her, and she felt it when he dropped her hand. The movement stopped her awe of the water as she turned her attention to him. He wasn't even thinking about what he was doing like it was a compulsion. Before she could ask him what was up, his palm was on her face, fingers curling around the base of her neck. He hurriedly leaned forward and kissed her.

Smashed his lips onto hers, and she couldn't comprehend what was happening for a moment. It was like everything moved in slow motion as she realized what was happening and kissed him back. There was all the passion of the two months they'd known each other, desperate pining for each other, and times they could have kissed.

Slowly, he pulled back, his lips still moist from being attached to hers. "You have no idea-." He started.

Y/n nodded, keeping their noses touching. "Yeah, I do." She guessed where his sentence was going and attached their lips once again. The kiss was longer but still desperate.

Spencer was grinning when he pulled back, as much as she was. "Do you want to, uh, be my girlfriend?" He hesitantly asked, worried that she'd say no.

There wasn't anything more that she wanted. "Yes, yes, please." She agreed, pressing their lips together.

Spencer didn't even need to ask Y/n to come over, she knew she needed to when he was sounded off on the phone. She didn't know the history with his parents aside from the fact his mom had schizophrenia and lived in a sanatorium, and dad hadn't been around since he was a kid.

She did know that a case in Las Vegas was sure to be a little painful. So, even though they'd been dating for a month, she went to Spencer's apartment.

He was dressed in a hoodie and pajama pants, the first time she'd seen him like that. The first thing she noticed, however, was how tired he looked.

"Hey." She said, walking into the apartment so he could shut the door. Wordlessly, Spencer pulled her in for a hug, making himself smaller. "Come on, let's go to bed." She instructed.

Spencer pulled back to frown at her. "You're staying?" He wondered.

Y/n pushed his hair back so it wasn't falling in his eyes. "You've had a long couple of days and nights. I'm here until you're alright." She assured him, pulling him closer to his room.

More the exhausted, Spencer followed. He positioned himself so his head was on her chest and he could tangle his legs in hers. It was warm, under the covers, and he wanted to stay with her like that forever. Having her just made everything a little easier.

Y/n went to turn off the light, before noticing the fountain pen and birthday card had been moved. "Are they things from Vegas?" She asked.

Spencer's gaze followed hers. "The pen." He started with a raspy tone. "Is from here. I brought it with my first FBI paycheck because my mom used to have one that she would grade papers with."

"I know I tease you about being a momma's boy, but I do think it's sweet," Y/n told him, running her fingers through his curls and massaging his scalp. She couldn't see Spencer smiling, but she could feel it.

"The card was the last communication I had with my father, aside from right before Henry was born," Spencer said a bit more sadly. She did know a bit of what happened on the case in Vegas before Henry was born. Mainly that Spencer hadn't seen his dad in a long time before that case. "I was mad for a long time, and I'm not sure why I keep it, but I do."

Y/n leaned down to kiss his forehead, trying to make him feel better. "I'm sorry he left."

Spencer never really talked about his feelings but, with her, he got so much reassurance he felt like he could spill everything. "Thank you."

"Hey, where are you going?" Y/n complained, sitting up in bed only to Spencer find pulling his pants up his legs. She held the sheet to her bare chest as she sat up. He'd slept over the previous night once the BAU came back from a case. She didn't expect him to be rushing out the door while she was barely awake. Especially after their fun night.

"Sorry." Spencer apologized, stepping over the rest of the clothes on her bedroom floor until he could lean on the bed to kiss her. "Told JJ I would paint repaint Henry's room while they're in New Orleans." He told her. "It's a surprise for his birthday."

Internally, Y/n awed at him, leaning forward to kiss him again. It had become so intoxicating to her in the three months they'd been doing it. "Can I come?" She asked, not wanting to spend any time away from him.

Spencer frowned slightly before nodding. "Sure, darling." He agreed, lazily reconnecting their lips. "Can't say it'll be fun."

"If you're there, it'll be fun," Y/n assured him.

Eyeing her suspiciously, he clarified. "No fun fun, though." He turned to pick up his shirt.

"Go so I can get changed," Y/n told him.

Spencer turned back around, his shirt fully unbuttoned as he ran a hand through his more than messy hair. Seeing his slightly toned chest in the morning light was what she wanted every day, to just memorize all of him.

He chuckled at her. "You do realize I've seen you naked?" He asked. Y/n threw a pillow at him that he caught, getting out of bed. His previous insistence that he could handle it was quickly taken back when he saw her bare. He couldn't help his eyes wandering up and down her figure as he gawked at her beauty. "I'm gonna, uh, go m-make coffee." He awkwardly stated, accidentally backing up into the door. Biting her bottom lip, Y/n waved to him while he walked out of the room.

Will had moved everything out of the room and left paint tins and brushes for Spencer. The carpet was covered with a sheet, and the walls were already taped.

Y/n walked over to the paint tin, opening it. "Winter Blue." She read off the label.

Spencer walked closer to verify what she was saying. "What?" He rhetorically asked once he saw the color. "Henry said he wanted it Lavender like my favorite." He pouted.

"Aww." Y/n cooed condescendingly, leaning up to place a kiss on his jutted-out lip. "Looks like he changed his mind."

They got started right away, picking up the brushes to paint. There was laughing and talking while they worked.

"The drawing near your bed, it was from Henry." Y/n guessed, thinking back to the picture with roughly drawn lavender hearts, smiley faces, and possibly a portrait of Spencer.

He confirmed her guess. "When I got shot in the leg, he drew it for me."

That was a new piece of information for her. "Is that when you got the sunshine mug, too?" Y/n asked.

Hesitantly, Spencer shook his head, unsure if that part of his life was too intimate to tell her. Then again, Y/n was the only person he had ever been completely honest with in his whole life. "Uh, no, I got it a little earlier." He admitted, his voice quietening. "From Penelope, when I was a year sober."

Y/n stopped what she was doing, turning to softly look at him. "Spence, I had no idea." She uttered, unsure of how she could have missed it.

He shrugged, pulling up his sleeve to show her the track marks on his inner elbow. He couldn't help the tears that had started falling. "Dilaudid. I got drugged the first couple of times, and I just keep, um, doing it a-after that."

She wasn't sure what to do, shifting closer to him so she could wipe his tears up. "You know, I'm so proud of you."

"Thank you," Spencer replied, lightly smiling at her.

She rested her chin on his shoulder, wrapping her arms tightly around him as she pulled him in for a hug. "You're so brave, Spencer." She told him, tightly holding him as his hands traveled to hold her back, and he tucked his chin into her neck.

"So you don't mind?" Spencer asked, a sob racking his body.

At hearing that, Y/n pulled back, holding a palm against his cheek. "There's nothing you could do to make me love you less." She told him before realizing what she'd said, something she'd never said, but she wasn't about to take it back. "And yes, I love you."

"I love you, too," Spencer replied, smiling more than he was crying.

"Tell me about one of the happy objects." Y/n requested, not wanting to have to see his tears. "Your glasses." She recalled.

Spencer smiled at that mention. "I read my first book with them." He told her. "I guess I, uh, k-kept them because my kids will have a genetic predisposition to bad eyesight, which is heavily influenced by genetics."

"You want kids?" Y/n asked, eyeing him suspiciously. It was probably too soon to be talking end game, but that didn't mean she couldn't envision it and bank the knowledge for later.

The same grin lit up his face. "Yeah, one day." Spencer didn't need to ask what she wanted. Even someone who didn't read body language could see how she relaxed upon hearing that, trying to hide her excitement with a nod.

It was a surprise trip for Spencer, arranged by Y/n when Emily told her the whole BAU team was getting a week off. She'd been thinking about it since he said something the night they met, a year and a half ago, so she knew it would be perfect. He was immediately excited when they got there, unable to stop smiling and kissing her face.

The log cabin in the middle of the secluded Pennsylvanian woods was the perfect place to spend the week. It was only one bedroom, but modern and warm inside.

The snow had just started falling, dusting the ground when they arrived that night.

"Let's go in the hot tub." She suggested, setting the suitcase down on the bed and opening it to find her bathing suit.

She threw Spencer his. "Yes, ma'am." He agreed with a joking address. He always had to have a witty comment, something she loved.

The view of the outside from the floor-to-ceiling window in the bedroom was nothing compared to being out there. The evergreen trees of the forest were covered in a light layer of white snow. It made the contrast between the dark wooden trunks more visible.

It wasn't difficult to believe they were the only people in the world.

When Y/n took the lid off the hot tub, Spencer turned to look at the pool. He tugged on her hand so she would pay attention.

Y/n already knew what he was thinking. "You'll freeze to death." She warned.

"Come with me." Spencer requested, not giving her time to think about it when he jumped in. Y/n sighed, stamping her foot up and down because she knew she was about to jump in. Even before he surfaced, she was diving in.

To say it was cold would be an understatement. It was freezing outside, even in a coat and pants. It was instantly bone-chilling, and Y/n wished she'd worn seven wetsuits instead of a bikini.

"You're crazy." She commented, her blood flowing slower as she emerged.

"Darling, you followed me in here." Spencer defended, chuckling in the hopes it would warm him up. It didn't.

Y/n hit in on the shoulder, her teeth already chattering. "It's romantic." She informed him, swimming over to wrap her arms around his neck.

Spencer laughed at her, leaning in to kiss her lips, which were quickly turning blue. "Okay, I think the hot tub is a good idea now."

Y/n couldn't agree quick enough, scrambling out of the chilly water. Spencer took her hand to make sure she didn't slip getting into the hot tub. He instantly relaxed once he got in, satisfactorily smiling over at her. She swam over to straddle his lap, looping her arms around his neck and hugging him. He held her just as tightly, stroking her back.

"Thank you for organizing this," Spencer whispered into her ear.

Y/n placed a kiss on his shoulder. "Anything for you."

"I really appreciate you." He continued, drawing little love hearts on her skin. "Putting up with me being in the BAU and everything that means. I know it can't be easy."

"Spence, it's not a burden to love you." She told him, pulling back so she could try to show him just how much she loved him. Not even a passionate kiss like the one she gave him showed the depth of her love. "You know when we first met?" She asked, tracing his cheekbones as he nodded. "And you said you wanted to get out of the city one day so you could properly see the stars?" She continued, with Spencer nodding in reply. "I brought your telescope." She admitted with a squeal.

Spencer grinned, kissing her with more teeth than lips. "I love you so much."

"Mmm, I know," Y/n mumbled, leaning back in to kiss him. "I want to know." She decided out of the blue.

Spencer raised his eyebrows at her. "The cards?" She nodded at that. "You know we have to break up after, right?"

Hitting him on the chest, Y/n shook her head. "Tell me."

"Then you'll know everything." Spencer realized, pushing a piece of hair behind her ear softly.

Y/n scoffed at that. "I doubt you'll ever be rid of surprises."

"It's not an incredibly interesting story." He prefaced, resting their noses together in an attempt to be as close to her as possible. "It was the first set of cards I ever got, and whenever I'm trying to work out a new trick, I use that pack."

Y/n intently listened to what he was saying. "No, I think you're boring now. We should probably break up." She decided.

Spencer laughed at that, moving his hands to tickle her sides until she was begging him to stop. Eventually, they got out, drying off and getting changed before she went to get his telescope. Spencer was lighting the outdoor fire when she got back, sitting on the outdoor furniture with a bottle of champagne and some snacks.

Y/n put it down, sitting next to Spencer and reaching out to pour them a glass of champagne each. "Where did you even get this?" She asked.

"I always travel with a bottle of champagne," Spencer replied, adjusting the telescope experimentally. "I'm kidding. It was already here." He looked over just to see her smiling. "Okay, look." He instructed, stopping the movement of the telescope.

Leaning down, she looked through the lens, only to find the same yellow-ish planet she'd seen almost two years ago. "It's bright." She noted, much brighter than when they were in the city. "It's our planet, you know?"

"It's the brightest it'll be for about 1.6 years." He told her, fidgeting with his fingers. "We should commemorate it."

Y/n hummed. "And how do we do that?"

Just like when he first kissed her, Spencer didn't think before he spoke. "I want to marry you."

That stopped her from looking at the stars, quickly looking at him to see how serious he was. "Yes." She agreed, all but jumping onto his lap to kiss him. She half knocked Spencer over out of surprise before he held her waist. The kiss was forceful, all the emotions surging through her. "Wait, are you asking or stating?" She asked once she pulled away.

"I mean, I don't have a ring or anything." Spencer realized, looking down at her ringless finger.

Y/n shook her head. "I don't need a ring." She told him, leaning in to kiss him for a second time. "Just you."

"I'll get you one, though," Spencer promised, holding up her hand to kiss it. "I've wanted something like this, something like you, my whole life." He declared.

"Hmm, me too." Y/n agreed. "And now I've got you." Once again, she placed their lips together, sealing their lives together more than any metal ring or diamond could.

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[3:46 p.m]

knock knock… knock…

Your knuckles shyly hit the hard surface of the wooden door blocking your way as the grip on the bag in your other hand was getting tighter and tighter.

Why am I even here?

You really didn't understand how you could show up only because you received one of his usual 'hey, come over and bring some cookies thanks' text messages, yet there you were, one hand knocking against that damn door, the other one holding a shopping bag containing cookies and other groceries.

What a mess.

You mentally slapped your own forehead as you were waiting for someone, more specifically him, to come open the door but you were met with silence.

Complete, annoying silence.

You sighed as you tried once again to knock, maybe even ring the bell, but before you could do so, the door quickly opened and your eyes met with bright, dark and not familiar ones: in those two seconds you were able to notice a cute mole under his eye, some piercings adorning his left ear, accompanied by a lip ring, and a grey sweater proudly showing the logo of the Art Department of your University.

"Sorry for making you wait, you must be Chan's friend… right? Nice to meet you!" He smiled at you, his eyes gently closing as he offered to get the shopping bag from your hands. You slightly nodded, thanking him, and introduced yourself while the two of you were walking towards the kitchen in Chan's apartment.

"I'm Hyunjin, and I'm… not part of the cool kids squad, but you can see me as some sort of parasite here. Also, I'm kinda trying to befriend that beast over there." He shrugged pointing at Princess, the white and way too classy cat that would hiss at everyone but Chan.

"Good luck with that, Hyunjin. It's gonna be quite the mission!" You giggled while putting away the groceries, silence falling back into the room.

He said he's not part of Chan's band… Did that mean he was having a session with his group that day? You had to admit, that thought both relaxed and scared you, but at least you knew he wouldn't have been able to mention anything about… whatever happened in university the previous week.

As your mind was slowly putting different thoughts one on the other like a wall, this got completely crushed by the sudden appearance of the subject of your recent fears.

"Oh, you arrived." His usual, monotonous voice pierced into your ears, letting your cheeks get tint in a really light red, your eyes suddenly finding the nutritional facts label of that packet of snacks really interesting. At that point you could have just gone around with a “this person is a coward” sign on your forehead and you wouldn’t have felt not even the slightest difference.

"Yeah and she bought some groceries, too! So kind of her." Hyunjin commented from the living room: he was comfortably sitting on the sofa, his eyes focused on the pages of a book he was reading while he was trying to pet Princess with the other hand. The white furred demon, though, had other plans and lightly scratched him before quickly running away to meet Chan's leg, purring as she looked at his favourite human with sweet eyes.

He knelt down and his fingers gently met her fluffy chin, giving her a few light scratches, making her purr even more in response. Hyunjin threw a defeated glance at those two before bringing back his whole attention to the content of the book he was reading, his fingers playing, from time to time, with a few locks of his soft, black hair.

You mentally thanked Princess for stepping in and distracting the main enemy, and you quickly went back to the few groceries you bought, even though the way you were treating them made it feel like you had bought an industrial quantity of them, maybe even robbed the whole store. Chan walked behind you, directed to the fridge to get four cold drinks for him and his band mates, and he nonchalantly let his hand caress your waist for a fraction of seconds, resting on it as he bent to get the cans with his other hand. You felt his thumb rubbing gently against your skin, covered by the layer of your blue shirt, before he walked away, holding the cans in both hands.

You didn't say a word, nor did he, yet your eyes couldn't help but follow his figure until it disappeared behind that door. Your skin felt warm as it was still registering the gentle touch of his fingers on it.

You were brought back to reality by Hyunjin clearing his throat, as he was still on the sofa but this time he was looking at you with an entertained smirk, his quiet expression was being a bit too loud as he kept glancing at you, then at the door, and once again at you.

"I wonder if they're gonna practise all day." He tried to make some sort of small talk after he noticed how you were gradually trying to hide behind the counter, out of embarrassment. You felt caught red-handed but, at the same time, you couldn’t even explain why you were feeling that way. After all, there wasn’t really anything serious between you and Chan.

Is there even something between us, though?

You shook your head, coming to terms with the fact that you were able to make a fool of yourself in front of someone you just met, yet you tried to keep that small talk alive and decided to go along with it.

"Yeah… though, what are they practising for?" Your words left your mouth in a mutter since you decided to lazily lean against the counter, your cheek completely against the cold marble surface, your eyes randomly focusing on the small magnets against the fridge’s surface: the little magnet with a white flower and the beach looked really, really cute. You wondered how such a cute object landed in such a place.

"He didn't tell you?! That's weird… They are having a gig next Sat- I mean…" His voice reached your ears with the same intensity as that time you forgot your old television had some technical problems and whenever you turned it on it would constantly have the highest volume possible. Weird analogy, yes, but the exact same feeling of confusion and “what the hell was that-” got your mind so rapidly.

You suddenly stood up. Your eyes, filled with confusion, looking at Hyunjin’s figure, who was still on the sofa in the living room, just a few metres from you. Hyunjin slowly closed the book that kept him company for the past few hours and left it in his hands. He now understood how it took you twenty minutes to put away just a few groceries, as the title of that Art History book became quite interesting.

“Hey, did you know this book was published in-”

“Hyunjin, what do you mean a gig?” You interrupted him, obviously not allowing him to somehow derail the conversation, though you had to admit you would have wanted to know what year that book was-

NO. No, I literally do not care about that-

You groaned and let your hands quickly ruffle your hair and then took a deep, very deep breath. Hyunijn was now sitting on the sofa in a way too polite and formal manner: his hands both on his laps, his eyes completely fixed on the floor, probably waiting for an order or whatever his fate had in store for him.

You closed your eyes, trying to gather your thoughts, before taking a few steps closer to Hyunjin. With one hand still messing up your hair and the other weakly pointing at him, you tried to be as quiet as possible, so that the band members, and more specifically, HIM, wouldn’t have a chance to accidentally hear you. You didn’t even have time to open your mouth, Hyunjin beat you to it- or at least, it seemed so.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t really supposed to tell you- but at the same time, Chan doesn’t really-.... I mean, he really didn’t tell you? How is that- I mean… He didn’t?” His words were a complete mess, you barely were able to understand what he was saying since he started four different sentences without even ending one of them.

You hushed him, feeling a bit scared that Chan might be eavesdropping. At the same time, the thought of him and his bandmates casually leaning against the door to listen to a conversation between the two little ‘parasites’ in the living room sounded a bit too funny and unrealistic to you at that moment. You tried to avoid, once again, a complete U-turn of your thoughts, and you brought your whole attention back to Hyunjin, who was still sitting on the sofa in such a rigid position, panic gradually filling his eyes.

Chan never really mentioned anything like that to me… why?

Wrong. Chan had never mentioned anything to you, or if he did, it was never in detail, related to his gigs and his band. You thought he would have wanted to share such an important part of himself with you, but maybe you were not meant to know? No matter how many times you tried to mention it, he never agreed on telling you about his gigs, nor were you ever able to know any information related to where and when he’d have one. It was quite weird, but you thought that maybe he was just… shy about it? For some reason, you really didn’t put that much weight on it, but now it felt different. Yet, how come he invited you over and didn’t even greet you? How come he didn’t even tell you he was practising, and more importantly, practising for a show? How come he never introduced his bandmates to you, and how come you got to know about one of his gigs because a friend of his slipped up about it? Did he really want you to be there, or was it all just a big misunderstanding? Wasn’t he expecting you to come, or was he planning to actually put an end to... whatever your relationship was, after that really awkward and embarrassing burst of jealousy you couldn’t control the previous week? Was he actually mad over the fact that you...bit him? It wasn’t even that serious anyway- Did it hurt? Or did he hate that? Was that too much?

You couldn’t answer not even one of these many questions simply because of one reason: after that project in university, you decided to avoid Chan as much as possible, even if it meant to walk an extra fifteen minutes to reach the classroom without crossing paths with him, not even accidentally. You didn’t want to get mad at Hyunjin, and he most likely wasn’t the one at fault, so you tried to calm down and leave those thoughts for another moment as you sighed.

“He didn’t. He didn’t tell me.” Hyunjin surprisingly seemed more relaxed. He probably was able to gather his thoughts and, seeing how you didn’t react too aggressively, he felt a bit better. Still guilty, yes, but not as much as a few minutes earlier. After clearly thinking for a few seconds, he looked at you, his lips were adorned in a soft, nearly shy, smirk that let his lip ring shine for a fraction of second.

"Oh well… What about going to the gig together? We're not part of the cool kids band anyways, no big deal in going and giving them money with those tickets, right?" He jokingly mumbled, his eyes unable to break eye contact with you, there was a spark in them, as if he felt quite successful at breaking the heavy, awkward atmosphere that he accidentally created with his own hands.

You nodded as you forced a smile on your lips.

Nothing wrong if I go with him, right?

"Right."

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Even the Losers

Chapter 4

Chapter 1 Chapter 3

“We have a problem,” Tim grumbled as he stumbled into the dining room. He threw the morning newspaper down on the table, letting it slide the last few feet until it stopped millimeters short of Bruce’s coffee.

Bruce sputtered his eggs and grabbed the paper, staring at the picture of him speaking with Marinette and Adrien that took up the entire front page above the fold. He threw the paper back on the table. “Son of a b…”

“We’ve been getting calls from PR all morning,” Tim interrupted him before Alfred got upset with Bruce for his language. “Because they’ve been getting calls from every newspaper, news station, blog, and interested citizen in the world, calling to ask them about it.”

Tim poured himself a large cup of coffee, larger than usual. He’d had patrol last night and gotten woken up at the crack of dawn this morning with calls about the story. So he was running on all of three hours of sleep and just wanted to crawl back into bed, but with this story, there was no chance of him getting to bed until after tonight’s patrol had already left.

It didn’t help that he was beating himself up for not picking up on the cues she was giving that night. He’d run into her. He and Stephanie had talked to her. He saw her freeze up when she realized who he was. He knew she was acting off, he just hadn’t thought it was nefarious. If anything, it seemed hurt, not scared. He should have caught onto her body language. He should have noticed how she seemed to freeze when he mentioned the family. She must have thought he was fishing, letting her know he was onto her and her plan to do this.

“You’d think after all the false alarms they’ve reported in the past that they’d know better by now. Not every black haired, blue eyed child is a Wayne. I’ve had PR draft up a statement that while we appreciate her support for the orphans, she is not, in fact, a Wayne,” he finished, taking a bite of his muffin, missing Bruce’s grimace.

Damian grabbed the paper, wrinkling it in his clenched fists as he scanned the text. “She must have orchestrated the whole thing to put this out. How else would they know these details?”

“No,” Dick commented thoughtfully, prying the paper away from Damian to take a look at the picture. “If she was in on it she would have put on a better act. Look at the image. She isn’t playing into it. She looks scared, not excited to ‘introduce her fiancé to her family’.” Dick quoted. He briefly scanned the paper for more information.

All the evidence appeared to be the picture, her physical features, and some call logs to her parent’s business. Dick scrunched up his face with concern. While not damning, it was interesting. He didn’t know any reason Bruce would have to contact a bakery in Paris. “Not to mention the story would have gone out yesterday for a bigger circulation boost. Sundays are the big press days. They wouldn’t have waited until Monday. That suggests they researched, or rather stole the information. And no quotes from her in here.”

“Fine,” Damian growled, acquiescing to his logic. “Maybe she did it after the fact. She saw the opportunity and took it.”

“No,” Bruce admitted quietly. “She wouldn’t have had to do that.” The room seemed to become still as everyone turned to face him. “If she wanted this story to go out she could have put it out at any time. And she would have played up the dance, would have sought me out at the gala. But she didn’t.”

“What dance?” Duke asked cautiously, his focus entirely on Bruce now.

“I asked her to dance. She said no. Ran away as quickly as she could actually,” Bruce chuckled self-deprecatingly as he stared at the paper in Dick’s hands.

Damian blinked at him as though the longer he stared the clearer what was happening would become. But no matter how hard he stared, the image didn’t become clearer. If anything, things became hazier. “This could all be a clever ruse. She wants to appear innocent so when you confront her she can point out that she didn’t do those things. It says she’s an aspiring designer. This could all be for publicity.”

“She wouldn’t have to go through all that,” Bruce stated again, more finality in his voice. He finally looked up, but still didn’t make eye contact with any of them.

Dick stared at Bruce, taking in his response, letting the words and their broader meaning sink in. The words he wasn’t saying hung in the room like thick smoke, winding their way into everything they touched, stealing the air out of the room. “What are you saying Bruce?” Dick asked cautiously

“The story’s true, isn’t it,” Tim observed. It was a statement more than a question.

Bruce nodded with a sigh. “Except for the meeting her fiancé part.”

Tim knew it was true even before Bruce’s verbal acknowledgement. The pieces suddenly fit together. It was the only thing that made sense. That’s why her reactions were off. That matched. He saw her face when they told her the gala was to celebrate family. He saw her body language change sharply when Stephanie joked about Bruce taking in everyone he saw. He wasn’t sure what to make of it at the time and didn’t really even try because it didn’t seem relevant and they had more important issues to think about, namely celebrating Duke. After the story, he thought the reactions were a tell. But now… now that he knew, they were a tell, but for something else entirely.

She was trying to be polite about it, not letting on how hard it was hitting. And oh God, didn’t that make it worse. Everything they said had been cordial, joking at Bruce’s expense, at their own expense. But with the new knowledge… it was at hers. They weren’t jokes, they were digs. They were attacks. They were him putting her ‘in her place’; out of the family. Tim took in a shuttering breath and collapsed on the couch, his head in his hands.

He would have so much to apologize for. He would have to find her and make sure she knew he didn’t mean his words the way they must have come across. He knew how it felt to not be accepted. He knew how it felt to not feel loved by your parents. He knew how it felt to have your place in the family questioned constantly, to be attacked, to be unwelcome. He wouldn’t wish that on enemies, let alone family.

“Who is she, Father?” Damian demanded.

Bruce met his eyes, guilt swimming in his own. “She’s your half-sister. Her mother and step-father have been raising her in Paris,” Bruce answered calmly.

Damian fought the gasp his lungs demanded against his will. His father was confirming it. He was acknowledging her. But never trusted them with the information. “Were you ever going to tell us?” Damian finally asked with forced coolness

“I was letting the dust settle on introducing Duke before I broached it,” Bruce hedged.

“So you just found out,” Damian asked angrily. That would make sense. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust them, him. It was that he didn’t know until recently. Of course that was what happened.

“No.”

Damian gaped at him, his hastily built protective construct shattering with one word. “How long have you known?”

“Since she was born.” Damian gaped at him. He’d known. He’d known since before Damian came to live with them and still never told them. He didn’t trust him. Even after all he’d done, he still didn’t trust him. And now he was letting this unknown, this daughter, even just thinking the word made him wrinkle his nose in disgust, do whatever she wanted. He trusted her but not him.

“You have a daughter, a biological daughter you’ve known about for decades and that you never told us about,” Dick asked again in a daze. He fell into a chair staring at Bruce incredulously. There was no way. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. He loved kids. He loved his kids. Why would he send one away? He hadn’t even wanted to do that to Jason.

“So I wasn’t the only one who didn’t know?” Duke asked. He looked around, taking in the stunned, disbelieving, hurt expressions.

“Not just you,” Damian gritted out.

Duke sucked in a breath and pulled out his phone, texting Jason and Cass to let them know what was happening. They were going to want to know as soon as possible too. All of them were going to have questions and issues with this information. And if the conversation went on much longer, they may want to be involved.

“Why was she there last night? What did she want? Surely she wouldn’t have come without a plan,” Damian pressed. Nobody had access to the kind of power and money they had and just walked away. If she was presenting herself and not to them, to the press, there must be a reason, a plot. They needed to find out more about her to figure it out. “How did she get a ticket in the first place?” That might be a place to start. It would give an insight into her accomplices and they could be pressed later for more information.

Bruce sighed and looked back down at his food, pushing the plate away, no longer hungry in the slightest. “I can’t answer how she got her ticket. As to why she was there, she was there to talk about a position for a friend of hers… with Lucius apparently, not me.”

“She was using her name to get her subpar friend a job,” Damian spat in disgust. There had to be more though. With their name, she could get much, much more. This had to be an opening gambit. The job must be placing an operative, loyal to her, within their institution. Next was the stunt with the press. They needed to figure out her next steps.

“No,” Bruce insisted. “She didn’t mention her association. He doesn’t know… well, he does now. He spoke to me after the gala, said he discovered one of our managers is stealing ideas and there was someone he was going to spend the weekend researching but he was excited about hiring him. Luthor is trying to hire him, so if we don’t act fast we’ll lose him. I’m betting that was her friend.”

“You don’t know that,” Damian growled out. “That could be a coincidence.”

“I’ll confirm with Lucius today, but it fits with what I know,” Bruce insisted calmly. “From what her mother has told me over the years, it’s the kind of thing she would do; go well out of her way to help a friend. And her mother let me know she was planning on attending the gala to talk about hiring her friend. I just thought she was going to talk to me.”

“Why didn’t you tell us,” Dick asked breathlessly. He was staring at Bruce with hurt saturating his eyes. He heard nothing after Bruce admitting he’d known about her and never told them. He was aware Bruce had been saying things for the last few minutes but none of it had registered. None of it was what he needed to know.

Bruce sighed and ran his hand over his face. “Nobody knew. Nobody but me and her mother and step-father. It was easier that way.” Easier to pretend was left unsaid. Easier for Bruce to pretend like he hadn’t cut her out of his life, like he didn’t regret it every day. Easier for Bruce to try to forget.

“Not even her?” Duke asked.

“Not even her,” Bruce confirmed with a sigh. He ran his hand over his face.

“Why?” Dick was staring at him in wide eyed confusion. It didn’t make sense. None of it made sense. He’d been with Bruce for twenty years and never heard a whisper of a biological daughter. But she existed. And he knew. Bruce took a deep breath and Dick scowled. “I swear to God, B, if you say some dumbass excuse like to protect her…”

“She has a happy life. Her mother and step-father love her beyond words. They support her, love her, encourage her. They’re there for her whenever she needs it. They never miss an event. Family dinners every night. She has friends… a good life. She’s safe. She never had to worry about defending herself. She never had to be taught what to do when she got kidnapped. Never had to… doesn’t remember seeing the people around her dead from the latest rogue attack. Not like what she would have here…” he again left the last part of the sentence off. The “with me” was left for everyone to fill in on their own.

“You’re a good father,” Tim assured him weakly, because at this point, with this information…

“I hope so.” Bruce gave him a weak smile. “But when she was born… I had an obligation. I had a responsibility.”

“She was your responsibility!” Dick yelled, his face suddenly contorting in anger and frustration with Bruce.

Bruce looked away stoically, face suddenly a mask devoid of emotion. “She had a better option and I made sure she got it.”

The room was silent for a few moments while his words settled in. The only sound was Dick seething in his seat. “But she doesn’t know you? You never visited. You never interacted with her. Even not telling her who you were to her,” Tim clarified.

Bruce shook his head. “I visited her final project for her degree a few weeks ago under the guise of research for the fabric project. She’s a designer. I was hoping to get her in on the fabric project. I thought it would be a good cover to get her comfortable with the family. But I didn’t talk with her while I was there.” He chuckled slightly at the memory. “I couldn’t even get close. There were too many people talking to her, congratulating her, offering her internships. Her work was beautiful.”

“But you’ve talked with her parents,” Tim checked.

He sighed and waved his hand helplessly. “I spoke with Sabine every so often to check on Marinette, make sure she was okay. I helped pay for her schooling, but even that was disguised as an investment into her parents’ company.”

“So her parents were having you pay for their company, holding the secret over your head,” Damian spat out.

“No!” Bruce growled. He knew Damian was having a hard time with this. Hell, that’s one of the main reasons he waited so long, because he knew Damian wouldn’t react well. Damian would have taken it as an attack on his position in the family. And after the way he treated Tim and Dick when he first found out about them… They could protect themselves against his attacks. She wouldn’t have been able to. He didn’t know how far Damian would actually go and he didn’t want Damian to have to find out either. He had been waiting until Damian was more settled, more secure in the family and their unconditional love for him before he reached out to her. But he wasn’t going to let him disparage Sabine and Tom. They’d been nothing but understanding.

“They only let me put in the amount for tuition. They wouldn’t allow me to give any more than that and Marinette got a scholarship for her university so she didn’t need any assistance. I tried to keep giving them money for her to at least have spending money but they refused. They stopped accepting the transfers. They only relented when I said it would look suspicious. So they’ve been creating a trust for her with it.”

Damian grumbled and looked away. Whatever their game was, they were certainly good at it.

Bruce dropped his head into his hands. “Nobody was supposed to know about her until I was sure it was safe,” Bruce grumbled into his hands. “Until I’d had a chance to talk to everyone about it.”

“Well now everyone knows, so maybe now is a good time to start trying to make that connection,” Dick growled.

“If she’ll let us,” Tim added. He remembered the look in her eyes when he talked about his… their family.

“It’s never too late to start trying to bond,” Dick insisted. His eyes were bordering on wild. They could bring this back, right? The family had come back from worse. They’d faced steeper hills. Hell, Damian tried to kill them when he first came. Jason had also tried to kill them all more than once when he came back. She couldn’t be that bad. They just had to make the first move. “We just have to let her know we want to.”

Tim shook his head and looked down, not at all convinced it really was as easy as that. Tim was awkward on a good day. He could make friends but usually they made the first move. He was pretty certain she wouldn’t make the first move in this instance. Damian wouldn’t accept her, period. Dick would crowd her. Jason would… whatever Jason did, probably disappear. She wasn’t a Robin so he probably wouldn’t try to kill her. Cass would try, but her success depended on Marinette understanding what Cass wasn’t saying. And Bruce… Bruce was never good at understanding emotions or sympathizing. Honestly, their best hope was Duke.

Duke breathed out a deep sigh and looked away. This family was not easy to get along with or find your place with. And bonding with each other? He managed because he fought next to them. They bonded in the field, in their suits. He wasn’t sure if they realized that about themselves. If they interacted outside the suits it was because of the bond they formed inside them. She wouldn’t have that opportunity and without it… The prognosis was not good.

“What are you going to do, B?” Tim asked tentatively. “Because whatever your plans were, now she knows and she’s dealing with it on her own. She… You need to talk to her.”

Bruce sucked in a breath and massaged his temples. “I know.”

“And you need to apologize,” Dick added firmly.

Bruce nodded. “I know.”

“No, you don’t,” Dick growled. “You have no idea what has to be going through her head right now.” He grabbed his bag and stalked out of the manor, slamming the door as he left.

“And you need to decide what we’re going to tell the public,” Tim added. “We need to put a statement out soon.”

“I know,” Bruce agreed. His voice this time was more detached. That was something he would have to decide, but that wasn’t the priority right now and not something he wanted to do without her input.

He needed to come up with a new plan and quickly. This was nothing like the one he had come up with. He was supposed to have more time. He was supposed to be able to ease into this. He was supposed to be able to feel things out before deciding a path. He was supposed to control the environment and how his family found out.

But now he was thrown into it, they all were, and he had no idea how to proceed. He didn’t know her well enough to anticipate how she would react to the situation or to him. He didn’t know her well enough yet to know the best way to approach her. He needed to come up with a game plan. He sighed heavily. He had to get into the office, not show anything out of the ordinary. And once he was behind his office door, he could talk to Sabine. She would know what to do.

Chapter 5

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Grim Reaper 【Souichi x Reader】 (Fluff)

Souichi claims he's been cursed. Now everything he touches dies! However, that doesn't stop him from spending time with you. Can you hold back from touching the boy and dying? Let's find out~~~!! ahahaha

(I think this counts as affectionate!reader but idk lol)

Souichi carefully held onto the drink in his hand as he sat back down in between your legs.

Resting his body against your soft chest, you wrapped your arms around his waist. He was completely engulfed by your love. Although he was a bit embarrassed at first by how affectionate you could be, it had become a habit for him to want to be so close to you all the time.

【And now back to ‘DEATH’S ASSISTANT’】

Souichi took a sip of his drink as the show you two had been hooked on recently started back up.

It was a Japanese drama about a Grim Reaper who had been assigned a foreign assistant. Apparently, they fell for one another as soon as their eyes met. Every day they tell each other how much they love one another, but because of Death’s curse, he is unable to touch his love. The show depicts their everyday work lives. Showing how far they would go for one another to prove their love, but never being able to be truly affectionate. Souichi wasn’t really into these types of lovey-dovey dramas, but the supernatural antics that it included drew him in deeper and deeper.

【Assistant, we cant! You know if we touch, you’ll die!】

【I would risk dying a million times just to feel your lips pressed against mine even just once, Death~.】

“Guuuuu!!!!!!!!!!!”

Souichi laughed as you pressed your face into the crook of his neck. The scene was so cheesy and overdone, but you loved it. For a morbid girl, you really were a sucker for love stories.

“You’re gonna miss the show if you don’t look up.” Souichi chuckle and patted your head.

Resting your chin on his shoulder, you continued to watch the last few minutes left of the drama.

“Death really outdid it with his outfit today, huh?” Souichi commented.

In today’s episode, Death had been wearing a bright red suit with a black suit-shirt instead of his usual black suit and black tie.

“I think it really suits him.”

“You think everything suits him.”

“Of course. If you’re handsome, then anything and everything looks good on you.”

Souichi lifted his shoulder up towards his head, squishing your face against him.

“Owwww Owowowow!!”

“What’s so handsome about that old actor?”

Souichi finally released the pressure, allowing you to relax.

Pulling your head away from his body, you rubbed your cheeks.

“Hmm…Well, for one his eyes are absolutely beautiful. Thin, sharp, and the dark circles around them make him look so mysterious. And his dark, wavy hair looks so soft! I just want to run my hands through it as mess it up even more.”

Souichi couldn’t help but let out a small laugh as you described what you found attractive about the ‘dreamy man’ on the television. He honestly felt like you were just describing him. He knew you must have a type, but he didn’t think it would be this similar to him every time. You must have felt like you won the jackpot with him.

“But what I really like is the fact that he’s always wearing a suit.” Wrapping your arms back around his waist, you squeezed him a bit “You can tell his assistant also thinks the same thing because she's always staring at him. She just wants to touch him soooo much. But she knows she'll die if she does! Haa~~ I love it!”

Souichi hummed in amusement as he listened to you speak.

Seeing that he fit all the other conditions you looked for in a guy, Souichi thought of a perfect way he could use this little fantasy you love so much for his amusement.

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When the next night came, Souichi quickly got to preparing himself. He had asked if he could go over to watch a movie tonight.

He usually didn’t pay much attention to what he wore whenever he hung out alone with you. But tonight, he decided to mix things up a bit.

Making sure he had everything he needed in his pockets, Souichi set off to your house.

Creepily excited laughter slipped from the boy’s lips as he walked down the street by himself. He couldn’t wait to see your reaction when you laid your eyes upon him.

Finally reaching your front door, he knocked.

“Good evening~” Souichi greeted as you opened the door.

Before you could greet the boy back, you froze. Your mouth gaped open and your eyes widened as you looked upon your boyfriend.

“S…SS..S-Suit..Suitsuitsuit…” You brought your hands up to your face, unsure where to place them. This was the first time you had ever seen him wearing such an outfit before.

Finally bringing your hands out towards Souichi, you tried to touch him.

“Ah!” Souichi quickly jumped back. “You can’t.”

A look of worry and confusion grew on your face as the boy rejected your touch.

“Remember when I called you this morning and said I might have messed up a curse?”

You shook your head yes.

“Well, it turns out that as a side effect, whatever I touch now dies almost immediately.”

Leaning against the doorframe, you looked at the boy with a smile of disbelief.

“You’re just copying ‘Death’s Assistant’ aren’t you.”

Souichi hated how well you could read him. But that didn’t mean he was going to admit that you were right. At least not right now.

“No! I swear.” Sliding one hand into his suit pocket, he leaned down onto the grass that covered your front yard. “Every time I touch something as delicate as a flower…” Pulling out his hand from his pocket, he placed it over a daisy that had been growing for some time. “Well... This happens.” Moving back up, Souichi revealed that the flower he touched had shriveled up and died.

“No way…” You whispered as he allowed the dead flower to trickle onto the palm on your hands.

“Yeah…It’s a bummer.” Placing his foot over the real flower still planted in the ground, he tried to hide the evidence. “But I’m sure this curse will wear off by next week. 2 weeks at most.”

You quickly moved to the side as Souichi let himself into your home.

“What are you doing? Wouldn’t it be dangerous for us to be together right now?”

“I’m sure we’ll be fine. As long as we don’t touch that is.” Giving you a smile, Souichi kicked off his shoes and made his way down to your bedroom.

As the raven-haired boy walked down the hall, he moved his hands close to the wall, just barely coming into contact with the wallpaper. He honestly thought it would be really cool if he could make the wallpaper roll up and crumble into pieces just from touching it. Just like in the drama. Perhaps there really was a curse out there that would give him that ability.

Finally reaching your room, he took ahold of the door handle and gestured for you to go in first. Being in a suit really did make him feel like more of a gentleman. It was kind of fun.

Sitting on your bed, Souichi watched as you set up the DVD player.

He tried to hold back his foolish laughter as he thought about how miserable you were going to be all night from not being able to touch him.

You. The girl who could barely go 5 minutes without at least leaning against his shoulder, was now being forced to keep her hands to herself in order to avoid never waking up again.

This was gonna be hilarious.

“So, lemme ask you.” You pulled the boy out of his own little world as you sat on the bed with him. “Why the suit?”

“The suit? Oh. Umm…” Souichi’s mind froze for a second. He was going to say an excuse that all his other clothes suddenly turn to dust when he touched them, but now that sounded extremely stupid and unbelievable. Especially since he was able to touch your bedsheets with no problem. “…To match the whole ‘death’ theme...”

“Oh~ That makes sense. Always gotta be prepared for a funeral when everything you touch dies, right?”

“Exactly!”

Souichi let out a small sigh of relief as you commented an equally believable reason for the suit. He was glad you were almost always on the same level as him.

Finally dropping the subject, you pressed the button on the remote for the movie to play.

Souichi tapped his finger against the bed in annoyance as you kept a good amount of distance from him. It didn’t seem like you would try to touch him any time soon.

Looks like he needed to take things up a notch if he wanted to have some real fun.

Leaning forward, he swiftly took off his black jacket. You quickly ducked as his hand almost came in contact with your head.

Leaning his arm on your pillow, he relaxed his body. A single nail stayed poking out from between his lips, making it look like he was smoking.

Souichi couldn't help but smile as he saw you take quick glances at him. Your eyes kept moving from his pants to his white suit shirt, and finally to his face. He could see a blush spread across your cheeks as you quickly turned away from him, avoiding his gaze. You looked completely head over heels for him.

Sliding to the side, you leaned ever so close to the boy.

“Does the ‘being killed on the spot’ rule apply even over clothes~?” A blush spread across his pale face as you whispered in his ear, making sure not to come into direct contact with his shoulder. He could see your hand hovering over his suit pants, craving to touch the expensive-looking material.

Did you really not believe him or were you just begging to die?

Moving a bit away from you, he replied. “Probably not a good idea. Haven’t tested that out yet…” He let out a little laugh as he mentioned how awkward it would be for him to have to wake up your family and tell them that he killed you by accident.

Souichi looked from the corner of his eyes as you let out a small sigh and moved back into your own little space. This sudden rule of no touching looked like it was taking a toll on you.

Honestly, he was expecting you to be a bit more excited by this situation. After all, this was one of your favorite fantasies. To love one another, but never be able to touch unless you were willing to die on the spot. You should be spewing cheesy lines like in the drama, not sulking.

Moving the nails against his teeth, he tried to think of a way to fix things. After all, this wouldn’t be fun if you got too sad and decided to stop acting like your usual self halfway through the night.

Moving his arm out towards you, he pulled on the edge of his suit jacket.

“I think it’d be fine if you held onto this though…” He turned his face to the side, trying to hide his blush as you smiled once again.

Throughout the movie, Souichi kept his arm up in the air as you happily held onto his jacket. His body felt oddly unsatisfied from not being properly touched by you. But, this was his own fault for deciding to go through with such a cold prank.

You both stayed surprisingly calm and silent as the movie played on.

Souichi kept the nails in his mouth pressed tightly against his teeth as he kept his eyes on the screen. The movie you chose wasn’t half bad at all. The effects, the props, the acting. All very realistic. To be expected from new foreign movies.

However, this feeling of calmness didn’t last long as an unnecessarily long make-out scene between the main characters had started up again. Another specialty of foreign horror movies. The acting for these scenes just had to be extremely believable as well…

Souichi tensed up a bit as he felt you let go of his jacket, finally allowing him to rest his hand back down near his body.

It wasn’t that he disliked these types of scenes. But something about watching them alone with you always made him feel a bit restless.

Souichi moved his legs closer to his body, trying to get in a more comfortable position. He really regretted starting this whole ‘touch me and you’ll die’ prank now.

Pulling on the black-tie wrapped around his neck, he tried to calm himself down.

“People get really horny right before they die, huh?…”

Souichi noticed you jolt a bit at the sound of his voice. All he got in response from you was a little ‘yeah’ and an awkward laugh.

As the teens on the screen started to undress, Souichi noticed you also start to fidget around in your spot. You looked like you wanted to sit closer to him, but you knew you couldn’t.

Shakily bringing your hand over his leg again, you whispered. “Are you sure I’ll die if I touch you over your clothes?...”

This time he didn’t say anything. Instead, he just moved his leg closer to you, giving you an okay to try and touch him.

He watched as you cautiously placed the tips of your fingers on his knee. You let out a sigh of relief as you realized you were going to die from touching him over his clothes.

Careful not to accidentally touch any part of his body not covered by his clothes, you turned towards his.

Pinching the fabric of his suit jacket, you pulled his hand up. Souichi’s heartbeat sped up as you moved his bare hand to touch your clothed breast.

“Looks like it works both ways. As long as your skin doesn’t come into direct contact with mine, I’ll be just fine.”

Souichi’s eyes followed your hands as they moved back towards his pants once more.

You were really pushing the envelope.

But, if you were gonna play like that, then he saw no harm in playing along as well.

Sliding his hand down from your chest to your waist, he pulled you to come closer to him.

“That means we can’t do anything more than this though…” Souichi whisper as he inched his face closer to yours. “We should stop now before we do something that can’t be undone.” He teased you with lies, practically ordering you to go further.

“You don’t wanna die from one of my curses, do you?”

“It’d be a blessing to die from one of your curses…”

Something within Souichi switched on as he heard you whisper your confession to him. That felt like the most romantic thing you'd ever said to him.

Without saying another word, Souichi pressed his lips against yours. To think he was the one who ended up not being able to hold back from you this time.

Suddenly, pressing your hands against his shoulder, you pushed yourself away from the kiss.

“Agk! My heart!” Holding your hand against your chest, you threw yourself back to lay on the bed. “I…I!!! Gah…”

Souichi couldn’t help but laugh as you pretended to die in an over-exaggerated manner.

You opened one of your eyes, looked at the boy, and then closed it again. Souichi could see you trying your best to hold back a smile as you laid perfectly still.

“You knew I wasn’t cursed the entire time, didn’t you?”

“...Was it that obvious?” You laughed a bit as you finally sat back up.

“When did you figure out I was lying?”

“Hmm~”

You just hummed and swayed your head side to side. Not telling him when you knew for a fact he was not actually cursed.

“If I can be honest, you should have said something more believable for the suit. Then maybe I would have believed you completely." Leaning up against the boy you thought for a second. "Like umm... All your other clothes disintegrated the second you touched them. But because you've worn this suit to a funeral before, it was the only thing that stayed intact."

"Ahh!! I swear I was gonna say that!!"

You let out a hum and looked at the boy once again with a smile of disbelief.

"I swear!"

Getting up from the bed, he put on his suit jacket again.

"Let's restart." He sat back down on the edge of your bed. "Ask me why I'm wearing a suit."

"Okay." You also moved to sit on the edge, next to him. "Hey, Souichi. Why are you--" Unconsciously, your hand brushed up against his. "AGK!" You threw your body back and pretended to die again.

"No!! Y/N!!" He picked you up by your shoulders and forced you to sit back up. "Again."

As his hands moved away from your shoulders, he accidentally touched your neck. Making you jump back again.

"Agggkk!!"

"Stop dying!!" He yelled as you held your hand up to your neck and pretended to choke and die.

Souichi let out a loud groan as you continued to laugh at his frustrated expression.

This prank wasn't as funny as he thought it would be.

#souichi x reader #souichi tsujii x reader #fluff #this is stupid #but oh well #lots of misspells for sure #but i tried man #10 pages of work is a pain to check

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yoongiseesawmp3 · 3 years

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punch me - jungkook

back again with another self indulgent fic! enjoy

summary: daycare worker jungkook invites you, his favorite coworker, to the lake with his friends. why the lake? he wants you to see his new sleeve and whipping his shirt off in the classroom isn’t quite acceptable. plus he just wants to spend more time with you. there’s no harm in that.

warnings: none i think!

word count: 3.5k

you work at a daycare, which isn’t a bad thing. it’s pretty chill, you like the kids and you can take off work pretty easy because there’s tons of subs. but also, not many people are bringing their kids in lately. so that means you and the other staff have been digging into the snack closet so “they won’t go to waste.”

jungkook was the one who suggested it. well, maybe suggest is the wrong word? he got caught up to his elbows in the bin of sweets, so when he turned to face your boss he immediately went into charming mode so he wouldn’t get in trouble. and once jungkook said it, everyone else thought it was a good idea too. hell, you’ve stopped buying snacks for yourself because you just sneak them from work now. wait. don’t tell anyone that.

anyway, it was a great idea, but that was two weeks ago. now the snack closet is empty and you have a room full of toddlers on the verge of anarchy because of it. because of jungkook.

you just watched him pass by your room, arms laden with cheez-its and rice krispie treats, and you know for a fact he doesn’t have a class today. he’s only here to touch up the mural he’s been asked to paint near the front desk, so all of those snacks must be for him.

you get the teacher from next door to keep an eye on your kiddos so you can sneak to the front and steal a couple bags of cheez-its (the kids don’t need their own bag, they’ll never know). but you get there and find yourself distracted from completing your mission.

jungkook is wearing old sweats, spattered with paint here and there, and he’s stooped over a bucket of water with a paintbrush between his teeth. it’s cute.

“jungkook,” you semi-shout to get his attention. you get a sort of “hmgpfh?” in response, and that’s enough for you. “do you seriously need this many snacks? just for yourself?”

“i’m a growing boy, y/n,” he replies, taking the paintbrush out of his mouth so he can dip it into a paper plate covered in red shades. “you can have one.”

“i need three, actually,” you reply, picking them up as you speak.

“are you a growing boy too?”

“no, i have six little kids with bad attitudes waiting for me in my room so i’ll be taking these off your hands,” you explain, finally turning to look at the work jungkook has put on the wall. “wow.”

“you like it?” jungkook asks, turning to look at you with a smile and a dancing light in his eyes. “is the tree too much?”

“no, oh my god, this is really good, jungkook,” you assure him, tracing your eyes over the wall full of characters and scenery from various children’s books.

“thank you,” he replies. “it’s better than wiping asses all day.”

“watch your mouth.”

“why don’t you watch it for me?” he quips back, peeking up at you with a smirk.

“what does that even mean, jungkook.”

“just thought i’d try to make you blush,” he says with a shrug. “didn’t work this time.”

“i don’t think it works anytime, actually,” you mumble, but he ignores it.

“hey, are you busy this weekend?” he questions, inspecting a bottle of green before squirting some directly on the wall.

“are you sure you know what you’re doing?” you ask with a laugh. you watch him frantically spread the paint around to resemble a bush.

“shut up. are you busy this weekend?” he asks again.

“i don’t think so, why?”

“come to the lake with me,” he says as he stands up to meet your eyes. “one of my friends convinced his uncle to let us borrow his boat. it’ll be fun.”

“do any of you know how to drive a boat?” you ask. “the safety of all this is what would keep me away.”

“i’m sure yoongi hyung will be able to do it,” jungkook says halfheartedly. “but still, the boat could just stay docked. it would be fun either way.”

“when are you going?”

“saturday, so i could come by yours and get you on my way?” he asks with a lot of hope in his voice. you shrug before responding.

“why not? sure.”

so, jungkook texts you late friday that he’ll pick you up at 7am saturday. what the fuck. you wouldn’t have said yes if you knew you had to leave that early, but jungkook explained that he’s the only one the uncle trusts to have the keys, so he has to get there before the world wakes up. but also, has this man met jungkook? jungkook, being trustworthy with small, easy to lose items? please.

nevertheless, you’re up bright and early on saturday with a very large thermos of coffee. jungkook texts you right at 7 that he’s outside, and when you walk out you see him at the back of his car trying to force something into the trunk.

“whatcha doin?” you ask as you approach, noticing his strong legs in his (surprisingly) short swim trunks. you’re now realizing you’ve never seen him in anything other than baggy pants, so his legs are a little...distracting.

“trying to keep the beer bottles from rattling,” he says through clenched teeth.

“and you’re trying to fuse them together with sheer force?”

“no, i’m stuffing a towel in between them in the box but it’s really tight.”

“if hoseok were here he’d make a ‘that’s what she said’ joke,” you jest.

“i thought about it,” jungkook replies. “so i guess that counts?”

as he talks, he rearranges the other things in the trunk so it can close easy, and as he lowers the door he turns to you.

“you look nice,” he says, eyes drifting over you quickly. he notices the coffee cup in your hand and smiles. “any chance that has the sickly sweet creamer in it that i like?”

“how would i know what coffee creamer you like?” you ask, slightly annoyed that he just assumes you pay that much attention to him but also annoyed that you got caught.

“because you like me,” he replies, grabbing the thermos and taking a sip. “oh my god, i love you.”

“you better be talking to the coffee,” you warn him as you grab the coffee back from him.

“i’ll say it to you someday,” he promises, walking around to the passenger side of the car before opening your door. “if you let me.”

“what’s gotten into you lately?” you ask with a smile. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a little crush on jungkook, and recently it’s gotten worse. after you started working together, you noticed how many shared friends you have, so you’ve been hanging out more and more the past few months. jungkook has always been more than nice to you, but these flirty little comments are a welcome change. you hope they keep coming.

“is it cool if we stop at the gas station real quick?” he asks as he gets into the driver’s seat. “it’s an hour drive and i need gas and snacks.”

“fine with me. how about cheez-its and rice krispies?”

“i had my fill of those at work this week, thanks,” jungkook laughs.

at the gas station, you offer to get the snacks while jungkook stays at the pump. you’re looking for your favorite gas station snack, a crappy fruit and cheese danish that you could eat every day. jungkook finds you bent over in the sweets aisle, ass poking out too much for him to pass by and not push your face right into the premade baked goods. he considers it, because funny, but mean. he also considers passing behind you and smacking your ass as he does so you’ll move. tempting, but maybe too far. he opts for just bending down next to you to see what’s so interesting.

“what are we looking for?” he asks, scanning the labels for something to try.

“cherry and cheese,” you tell him, moving a blueberry danish out of the way, hoping to find what you want, but no luck.

“what? that sounds gross,” jungkook replies as he stands. “you like that?”

“it’s one of my favorites,” you tell him as you move into a squat. jungkook slides behind you and looks for his favorite jelly candy as you keep searching. “what’s so gross about it? they go well together.”

“like us.”

“what?”

“huh?” jungkook asks, staring down at you with a glint in his eyes. the glare you give him is definitely ignored as jungkook looks back up and spots something on the top shelf. he grabs it and hands it to you. “this what you want?”

“yeah, it is,” you reply. “thanks. get another one for yourself.”

“why?” he asks, screwing his face up in disgust.

“because i know you’ll want to try some even with the way you’re acting right now, and i don’t like sharing.”

“whatever you say,” he grumbles with a roll of his eyes. “now help me find the sour worms.”

jungkook tried the danish, and he hated it.

have you ever seen a baby eating a lemon? it was like that, except jungkook spat what was in his mouth into his hand and then tossed it out the window of his car as he drove. sure, that whole part was gross, but he looked cute when he didn’t like the danish. who doesn’t love babies making silly faces?

“i can’t believe you like that, but i can’t believe you convinced me to try it,” jungkook complains.

“kook, i think if i told you electrocuting yourself was fun you would try it just because i said i liked it,” you reply. he thinks about it for a moment before nodding, a slight tint gracing his cheeks.

“you’re right, but that’s not gonna make me finish your gross choice of snack.”

“fine, more for me,” you say, grabbing the discarded treat in the cupholder. you take a bite, not really caring that jungkook’s mouth was on it before you.

“omg.”

“did you just say ‘omg’ out loud?”

“yes, why?”

“you’re a loser,” you laugh, taking another bite, causing jungkook to gasp again. “what?”

“it’s like we just kissed,” he replies, almost giggling through his toothy smile.

“what do you even mean by that.”

“we just swapped spit.”

“you’re disgusting. stop talking.”

“hey, you’re the one that wants to kiss me,” jungkook says with a shrug. you want to protest, but you don’t want to convince him that you’re totally against kissing him. you’d actually very much like to plant your lips on his and never let go, but life doesn’t always give you what you want. jungkook notices your silence and smiles. “you’re not denying it.”

“i’m being polite.”

“mmmhmm,” he replies, failing to hide how pleased he is as he pulls into a treacherously sloped driveway. “we’re here.”

it’s turning into a beautiful day. the morning chill is starting to slowly melt away, and you find yourself sweating slightly as you help jungkook move all of the junk from his car. he insisted on doing it himself, but you felt super weird just standing there while he huffed and puffed carrying things back and forth, so you finally jumped in. it’s still just the two of you here, the friend’s uncle had successfully given you both a crash course on how to handle the boat, and you’re confident the two of you can share that info with yoongi when he gets here and hopefully no one will get hurt.

speaking of yoongi, he said he was a few minutes away, and that was more than a few minutes ago. maybe he and hoseok got lost. the final four (as they’ve been calling themselves all morning) will be here later because taehyung didn’t have a swimsuit and they had to make a pit stop at walmart to get him one. you’re familiar with jungkook’s friends, and comfortable with a couple of them, but you don’t know much about taehyung aside from his interest in art and now his view on the boxer vs briefs debate (he was apparently very picky when trying on said swimsuits). but whatever. they’ll get here eventually.

before you know it, you and jungkook have unloaded all of the snacks, alcohol and water accessories from his car, so all that’s left to do is hang out until the boys get here.

“you ready?” jungkook asks, offering you his hand. you give him a questioning look and he motions to the boat. “c’mon, we’re not gonna sit here in the sun while we wait for them. it’s hot as balls.”

“but it’s hot as balls on the boat too,” you counter as you take his outstretched hand and let him pull you behind him on the dock.

“yeah, but at least we’re on a boat.”

he leads you to the edge of the shaky dock and let’s go of your hand momentarily to steady himself as he steps over to the boat. he turns back and offers his hand again, giving yours a squeeze as he guides you over the gap of water. the boat is slippery, so you lose your footing slightly and jungkook reacts quickly by wrapping you in his arms. the boat is bobbing a little too much for your liking, but jungkook is giggling and that distracts you enough from the fact that you could’ve fallen just now.

as you both stand there awkwardly staring at each other, you don’t notice yoongi’s car pulling up to the top of the hill and its two passengers walking out toward the water.

“oooh, what do we have here?” hoseok asks as he sees you holding onto each other for dear life. you separate quickly, making the newcomers laugh.

“don’t stop because we’re here,” yoongi replies.

“yeah, i can hug yoongi if it makes things less awkward for you,” hoseok offers.

“please don’t do that,” yoongi quips back.

“i’ll get you when you least expect it, hyung.”

jungkook, still standing very close to you, clears his throat and waves yoongi over. you scoot around them to help hoseok with the bag of food in his hands.

“are you sure you know how to drive a boat, yoongi?” you ask.

“i’m a fast learner,” he replies.

“that’s not very reassuring.”

“i’ve done it before, y/n,” he laughs. “just not with this kind of motor, but it won’t take long to figure out. everything will be nice and safe, i promise.”

“besides, we have jungkookie here to save you even if hyung throws us overboard,” hoseok jokes.

speaking of jungkook, he’s rustling around the boat, trying to figure out how to put the suncover up. his jacket from this morning has been tossed aside, and he’s in a baggy tank top. you allow yourself a moment to admire the way his muscles ripple as he works when you notice -

“you finished your sleeve?” you ask him. his head snaps up in your direction and he smiles.

“enjoying the show?” he teases.

“answer the question.”

“honestly, i wanted it to be a surprise,” he replies, stretching the arm out and turning it around as best he can.

“so what, you were gonna take your shirt off and punch me and that’s how i was supposed to find out?”

“are you offering?”

“i’m just mad you didn’t take me with you! i was gonna get something this time,” you complain with a slight pout, which jungkook scrunches his nose at. you’re really cute, he thinks to himself.

“my artist called me last minute and said they had an opening, so i went in as soon as i could. i think you were still handling six hungry toddlers,” he explains.

“so is that why you invited me today?” you laugh. “you couldn’t think of a reasonable way to take your shirt off in front of me so i had to come with you to the lake for the big reveal?”

“jungkook, if you say yes, then jin and i are giving you the sex talk. you gotta up your game,” yoongi mumbles.

“no,” jungkook insists, ignoring yoongi. “i invited you today because i think it’ll be fun and i wanted you to be here.”

“and he wanted to see you in a swimsuit,” hoseok adds, pulling some cookies out of the bag of snacks. he offers them to you and you gladly accept. then he turns and pops one into yoongi’s mouth as he yawns, before he tosses one over to jungkook, happily shouting “a cookie for kookie!”

“that’s cute,” you smile, liking the way hoseok babies jungkook. it’s got him flustered, and it’s kind of adorable.

“kook, did you hear that? y/n thinks you’re cute,” hoseok sing-songs.

“i- that’s not...i didn’t say that,” you stumble. “the rhyming was cute. if anything, i called hoseok cute.”

“everyone thinks hobi is cute,” yoongi replies. “but jungkook? eh.”

“eh?!” jungkook shouts. “i’m just eh to you hyung?”

“now you hurt the boy’s feelings,” you tell yoongi, and he shrugs.

“you should’ve just called him cute.”

you look over and notice jungkook is staring at you, an eyebrow quirked in a challenge. hoseok is watching and munching like this is a movie, and yoongi looks between you and the so-called cutie and laughs to himself.

“well?” jungkook asks.

“i mean, yeah, you are cute, sometimes,” you begin. “not when you’re being annoying though.”

“i’m not annoying!”

“yes you are,” hoseok and yoongi agree in unison. jungkook huffs at that and looks back at you.

“now my feelings are hurt again. talk more about me being cute,” he pleads as he finally gives up on the suncover and joins you on the wraparound couch of the boat. he’s looking at you with the absolute worst puppy dog eyes, so you keep going.

“uh, you’re cute with the kids i guess? like when they use you as their personal playground and you’re all giggling. that’s cute,” you offer. “or when the little girls get hurt, they always run to you first and you cheer them up with sweet songs.”

“hmm, family planning perhaps?” you hear hoseok joke with yoongi.

you would go on (or deny how often you’ve thought about jungkook being a dad) but the other car of boys has finally arrived, so the two instigators leave the boat to help them unload. that leaves you next to jungkook, who’s not done talking about the cute stuff.

“i didn’t know you noticed all of that,” jungkook whispers, suddenly sitting very close to you. you try to act like it’s nothing, but he stops you. “ah ah, now it’s my turn.”

“your turn? for what?”

“for talking about how cute you are,” he says like it’s the most obvious thing ever. if he had his way he would be pulling up a whole powerpoint presentation right now, but he has to rely on his words, which is fine. “first of all, you have great style. you’re maybe the only person who can make the daycare uniform look like a capital o outfit everyday you come in. and the way your eyes light up when a kid tells you a story, or shows you something they made? that’s my favorite. wish you would look at me like that someday.”

“you...what?” you almost can’t believe where this conversation has gone, but it’s making your heart beat faster and you’re not ready for it to stop.

“i wish i could make your eyes light up like i’m the only person you can see,” he clarifies, locking eyes with you. he holds your gaze for a moment before his eyes flick down to your lips. you wouldn’t have noticed if you weren’t so close, but the movement was obvious. jungkook wants to kiss you.

“and what would you do if they did?” you challenge, repeating the same glance from his eyes down to his lips. your gaze lingers a little longer, and when you look back up at jungkook you know what’s coming next. that doesn’t mean it’s not shocking, though.

kissing jungkook is like pulling down a piece of the sun and slamming it into your chest. the warmth that he exudes, and the softness of his lips as they caress yours, it’s perfect. but -

“wait,” jungkook mumbles against your lips. you pull back, worried.

“what?”

“i did that wrong.”

“wha..how? jungkook, i thought that was nice,” you assure him but he shakes his head.

“i did it wrong,” he insists, looking at you and noticing the shine in your eyes that he was hoping for. “can i kiss you again?”

you nod and let out a quiet “yes” before jungkook is cupping your face and connecting your lips again. this one is stronger, more intentional and you’re glad he wanted to try again. not that the first kiss was bad, your mind is still reeling from that first one. but this feels like a kiss full of love. it feels like a kiss from someone that’s been pining for you over bags of cheez-its and funny kid stories, but they didn’t know how to tell you how badly they wanted to do this. jungkook didn’t know how to tell you, but now he doesn’t have to because this kiss tells you everything you need to know.

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oh-for-fic-sake · 3 years

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Do yiu want to maybe write a lil smth about big dick daddy and his strength.... pleasd and thank u ❤️🥵

Okay hun just a quick headcannon might not be exactly what you were after but porn is ponr 🤷‍♀️ 😘😘

Warnings: smut, nsfw, size difference, toys, car sex, exhibitionism, daddy kink, filth

You bent forward with the slightest of winces, this probably wasnt the best idea to use this particular toy when you had yoga class.

Today was henry's birthday, you were going to skip class but sadly he had a meeting this morning and had insisted on you coming to class.

You really should of stuck to your guns and stayed home

But it was to late now, you were here in the middle of class, this time at the back becuase you were nervous about anyone seeing it through your leggings.

You had a surprise for your sweet boyfriend, it had taken a few days of prep work but you were on the final stage

You see there was an issue in the bedroom. He was ridiculously endowed... like seriously before meeting him you rolled your eyes at that whole 'i can see it in her guts' porn cliche that men tried to boast about.

Not anymore. Nope, it was definitely a thing.

You were thankfull he was strong enough and could lift you with his arms and make you 'hover' as he drilled you mindful of just how much he fed your needy but small pussy.

You could never take him fully and although he never minded it got to you. You wanted to be good for him, to give him everything. And take everythig!

So you decided to get a set of plugs to help... loosen you a tad, it was more a length issue then a... girth?

You were on your second day of your biggest toy and it was strange streaching and doing yoga with the toy rubbing your tender walls.

It was down right torturous!

You heaved in relief as the teacher wrapped up the class and bolted outside needing to get home and cool off

The beep of a horn called you across the road to where henry was waiting in the car.

You crossed the road quickly opening the door throwing your bag behind the passenger seat and climbed in "Ah~fucking fuck!"

Henry froze and cast you a strange look as you bit your lip and shuddered as your ass met the seat...

That didnt make sense? You hadnt been spanked for a few days

"Babe? You okay? Did you pull something?" He asked slowly concern creasing his brow

"I wish, no no i- lets go, i need to get back and chill... need a fucking shower you cringed, you really did, not just to cool down either.

"Okay if your sure" he said pulling away from the curb.

During the ride home he kept a close eye on you, noting the soft mewls and panting... especially when he let the car over rev a little, trying to help with the battery which had been playing up recently.

"Babe your going red, have some of your drink" henry said half way home nodding to your bag behind the seat.

"Yeah.. okay" you hummed unclipped your seat belt, holding the bottle would give you something to do with your hands, take the temptation of slipping you fingers to your crotch as the car vibrated the plug.

You moved leaning over the center console and cralwed back bending over reaching your bag. Unknowingly presenting the little bulging base of the plug in your pussy

"No fucking way!?" Henry growled doing a double take as he saw the little tell tale bump

Before you could ask what he meant a hugge hand came up landing over your slit in a light spank making you moan

"Oh god~ hen!?" You moaned and tried to reverse back into you sea but henrys hand remained on the end of the plug and wriggled it side to side sending you into a chorus of wanton moans

"Baby girl? You wore a plug to yoga?" He laughed enjpying the way you collapsed over the centre console

He moved repositioning his arm to rest his elbow and fore arm on your back fingers slipping under the leggings and following the creas of your ass to the wet pussing lips wrapped around the plug.

"Hen- daddy! Noo let me up!" Ou protested not likejng being bent over in the car for the world to see it they wished!

"Oh hush, we're almost home! Its nothing you dont deserve your naughty girl!" He teased clasping the plug and slowly began thrusting the toy in and out

"Oh gos! Listen to that~ such a messy girl? All drenched and slippy~" you mewled and began panting unable to stop rocking back.

"D-daddy please! Not in the car!"

"So yours embarrassed being caught with your toy in the car, but not your yoga class?-pfft yoga all those streches must have been fun baby girl~ tell me what was your favourite? Is this a naughty little secret?" He spoke cheerfully amused by the predicament youd got yourself in

"No-no i didnt mean it! Daddy its not like that!"

"No? Then why do you have this in your little pussy babygirl?" He asked genuinely curious

"Its for you daddy! For your birthday! I made'em bigger so you can... all in..." you stuttered as he began fuckingnyou faster. But he stopped at your comment

"You've been getting yourself ready so daddy can fuck you deeper?" He said out loud as he managed to pull the car into the drive thanking god this was an automatic.

Cy-yeah! Please-Ugh daddy!?" You cried as with a quick flick of his hands your leggings were at your knees and the plig was pulled free.

He whistled low when he saw just what your stuffed yourself with... definitely longer then anything else he'd seen you use before.

You moaned as he left you needy on the edge.

He didnt waist time just feeling hos wet and horny you were had him fully erect already.

He ditched the plug on the passenger seat paying no mind to your yells of 'is gonna stain!'

Deft fingers latched onto your hips as he pulled himself free.

"God your such a good girl~ so precious" he purred before hoisting you to straddle him and without hesitation impaling you on him fully.

"F-Fuuuck! Daddy it oh god!" You groaned feeling him press you down onto his thighs tightly grinding hissing through his teeth.

"Fuck! Fuck thats-god your so hot! So tight babygirl~" you whined as your leggings at your knees was stretched across his chest pressing your legs high and spread like a resistance band holding you open to him

"Ah daddy ! Please! Fuck please move!" You cried for him to fuck you despite being on top.

He chuckled heeding you and held your waist tightly before lifting your, bobbing you up and down on him.

He grunted straightening his legs into the foot well and moved you faster, just like he would a fleshlight useing your body as his own toy, only this time you were accepting him entirely.

His head rested on the head rest and he moaned louder widening his thighs reveling in the feel of your ass beuching his balls as he drove deeper.

You panted moaning and wriggling squirming in his grasp as he used you properly for the first time.

You fought him as things got too much, but it was no use, he had clamped his hands on you and was too lost to give any wiggle room. You loved it!

Then finally with a huge growl and roar he tugged your hips to his in bruisong thrusts markingnyou with his fingers as he plundered you in the last few thrusts

Bringingnyou high enough you feared oud hit to roof of the car.

Just as quickly as he'd taken you he finished locking you to his lap pressing as far as he could into your body floddjng your jnsides sendingnyou into your own orgasm

You flexed and kicked your entire body trembling and fighting as he held you still feedinnyour cunt as much as he could.

"Fuck! Fuck that- why has it taken this long to try car sex" you panted slowly coming down from your high.

"I dont know, but fuck if that wasnt the best quicky we ever had"

"Beats the public bathroom" you agreed

"Hands down... soo round two?"

"Inside... i can hear kal barking" you uttere flushing tipping your head hearing the bear belting out the song of his people

"Good shout..." henry chuckled

"Henry... happy birthday" you uttered

"Thank you... it's best present ever... how long you been wearing them?"he said nodding to the plug that had left an embarrassing puddle onnthe leather.

"Only a week" you shrugged leaning over grasping the plug.

"Used to it then?" He quipped staringm off in thought

"Yeah pretty much... why?" You answered anxiously

"I expect this as my very own homecoming treat from now on babygirl... do you understand princess?"

"Yes daddy~ comemon lets go inside i want round two!" You giggled nodding to him excitedly. You don't mind the inconvenience of plugs if it gives you mind blowing sex

"I thought this was my present?" He pouted sweetly at how excited you were for his present

"You gonna say no to round two daddy?" You teased prodding his chest the little sweat patch on the grey tshirt making your mouth water, you couldn't help it you were far too gone.

"of course not! Lets get your cuffs out!" He laughed patting you ass prompting you to climb off of him and crawl back to the passenger seat and redress.

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Spring Break part 2

a/n: Thank you to everyone who liked my story. I'm very excited for you to read part 2. Also there will now be 3 parts. I am new here and didn't know that there was a word limit to my posts so expect a third part. I also forgot to mention this is basically a self insert of me, but aren't all Y/N stories self inserts. Anyway I hope you enjoy.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Word count: 6,326

Pairings: Neville Longbottom x female reader

Warnings: smut!, fluff!, mentions of plant boy's insecurities, mentions of nudity.

The lake house had actually been in the countryside of London and a little farther from your home than you had expected. Because of this you were not so surprised when Neville's grandmother had sent an owl saying to pack an overnight bag. She obviously trusted you and her grandson to act responsibly during this trip but you were secretly thankful for her naivety.

The weather had been forecasted to be cloudy and rainy that week so there was much hope to spend most of your time indoors secluded from everyone but that would only add suspicion. You would have to come up with a better plan.

You had arrived at the adorable two story house at about 11 in the morning. You wore your old rain boots perfect for the weather and your jeans were tucked into your boots. Your coat wrapped tightly around you keeping you warm along with the knitted sweater you wore underneath.

You walked up to the porch that seemed to wrap around the entire house. You knocked on the front door. No answer. You checked to see if it was the right address. It was. Then you rang the doorbell and heard footsteps rushing to the door.

Neville swung the door open and smiled once he saw it was you.

"Y/N you're here!"

"Hi Neville." You said, giving him a firm hug. He gave you a peck on the lips before letting go.

"Oh wait, before you go in make sure to wipe your shoes. Gran made it very clear to me that I would be dead by morning if the carpet got dirty."

He saw something behind you and looked over your shoulder. "Oh you brought a bag?" He raised his eyebrow in confusion.

"Yeah, didn't your gran tell you that she asked me to spend the night? You know this place is not as close to my home as I thought." You said as you wiped your boots on the welcoming floor mat.

"She hasn't actually. I guess this is a surprise?" He didn't know what intentions his grandmother had with allowing you to spend the night but it made him a bit nervous.

Neville grabbed your lugged and let you in, closing the door behind you.

"Gran Y/N's here." He called out for his grandmother as he carried your luggage to the living room.

"Oh she's here!" Augusta Longbottom said from the kitchen. She ran out the kitchen along with the women who owned the lake house.

"Hello Mrs. Longbottom" you greeted Augusta with a smile and hug.

"Hello my darling." She returned your smile and hug.

"Oh she is very pretty." The lady next to her stated.

A blush crept on your cheeks at the complement. "Thank you."

"I told you." Augusta replied to her friend. "Y/N this is my dear friend Nancy Evans. We used to go to Hogwarts together."

You extended your hand towards Nancy. "Nice to meet you Ms. Evans."

"Why hello Y/N. I have heard so much about you in the past week, especially from Neville. And can I just say you are just a beautiful young girl." She turned towards Neville. "Neville you are truly a lucky boy."

Neville smiled bashfully at her remark. "Yes."

"Neville, why don't you take Y/N's luggage to the extra guest bedroom down here." Augusta ordered Neville. He did as he was told and went to the bedroom.

"Y/N why don't you go unpack your things and meet us in the kitchen when you are done." Augusta stated.

"Sure" and with that you followed Neville into your room.

"Wow this place is awesome!" you exclaimed as you entered the room taking off your coat and placing it on the bed.

Neville jumped a little having not heard you follow him in the room. "Oh yeah it's great but all I've been able to do is walk around the lake by myself." He laughed a little. "There's not much to do. But grand has been having the time of her life getting back together with Ms. Evans."

"Yeah?" you asked, opening your suitcase on the bed and unpacking. "What do they even talk about?"

"It's not what they talk about, it's who they talk about. They mostly catch up on gossip. I even caught Gran talking about me once when I was walking into the kitchen. I couldn't believe it. They even changed the subject when I entered the room. Unbelievable." He rolled his eyes at his grandmother's gossiping habit.

"What did they say about you?"

"I don't really know. But I can tell it was something embarrassing by the way they both tried to stop laughing once I left."

"It must have been something from when you were little then." You teased.

He just glared at you sarcastically.

"What? I love when your gran tells me about your childhood. Even more when she has pictures to go along with the story." You place your clothes into the empty drawers.

He blushed furiously at your comment. You smiled up at him and wrapped your arms around his waist. You loved the effect you had on him.

"Come on let's go to the kitchen before they start getting suspicious." You raised your eyebrow teasingly. You didn't expect your words to affect him as much as they did.

He was even more red and he began to sweat a little. Although you were not sure if that was due to his knit sweater more than your words.

The real reason was because he had been thinking about you all week before you had arrived. He was a little more relaxed knowing that you would only be staying for the day but as soon as he found out you would be spending the night he became increasingly nervous.

"I'm only kidding" You gave him a worried look. "Is everything alright?"

"I'm fINne…." His voice cracked and he coughed clearing his throat. "I'm fine." He stated a little quietly.

"Ok." You gave him a questioning look. You felt as if there was something he wasn't telling you but right now we not a good time to bring it up. "Should we go?" You pointed towards the direction of the kitchen.

He nodded a yes refusing to speak fearing that he would just embarrass himself more. You intertwined your fingers with his and led him to the kitchen. Upon entering the kitchen the two of you stood awkwardly by the middle island. That's when Augusta heard you walk in and turned towards you.

"Oh dear, I'm terribly sorry but me and Nancy had made plans to go see a play in the city." Augusta stated unapologetically.

"Yes, we will be meeting an old friend who lives in the city nearby. He invited us to go see a new musical of some kind." Nancy added.

"Yes and I'm afraid we will have to push our picnic to tomorrow. Is that alright?" Augusta asked.

"Oh that's perfectly fine with me. I hope you enjoy yourself." You gave her a smile.

"Such a sweet girl." Augusta returned your smile.

"I can show you all the cool plants I found by the lake if you'd like?" Neville asked beside you.

You smiled brightly at him and nodded a yes.

"Great now that that's settled we will be leaving in about 20 minutes. He sent his flying carriage to come pick us up." Augusta and Nancy got up and headed towards the living room to grab their bags.

"Isn't that so nice of Henry" Nancy stated.

The two ladies began to chat about their city friend Henry. You were amused by their constant chattering.

"I wished they had told me about this. Sounds like they had been planning to leave me by myself." Neville whispered to you.

"At least we'll have the house to ourselves." You gave him a discrete wink, which made him flustered. You laughed at your boyfriend's embarrassment. It was becoming more and more easy for you to rattle him recently. You definitely needed to talk to him once the older ladies left.

"Neville" Augusta called from the living room.

"Yes Gran." Neville rushed to meet his grandmother in the living room. You followed not far behind.

"Neville if you and Y/N go out, do not track in mud in the house. Do you understand? It would be embarrassing for me to have to explain to Nancy why her white carpet was completely ruined by my grandson. You know this carpet was imported from a wizard in Russia. It takes a special kind of magic to clean it." She ran on a tangent.

"Yes ma'am." Neville answered her.

"Mrs. Longbottom I promise we won't get a single drop of mud on this carpet." You piped in.

"Good." Augusta was more relaxed with your input. She trusted you to keep the place clean but was wary about Neville. "We'll be back by 8pm. Knowing Henry he will have a whole day's worth of events planned."

She waved goodbye to the two of you as she entered the carriage and flew off to the city. The two of you sat on the porch steps watching the carriage fly out of sight and into the gloomy clouds.

"Do you want to go out to the lake?" Neville asked.

You sighed to yourself pretending to think. "Yeah" you said, smiling at him.

The two of you got up and walked hand in hand around the house and towards the lake. There was a bit of awkward silence as you walked through the forest. You wanted to ask what was wrong and why he was so fidgety all of a sudden. You felt like your constant teasing was making him uncomfortable. You were about to ask but he spoke first.

"Look, a bird's nest" He pointed up at the tree. There was a blue bird in the nest resting cozily.

"Awe. It's so cute." You smiled up at Neville who was still looking at the bird. You found his child-like admiration for the bird adorable.

As you got closer to the lake it got colder and started sprinkling. Neville stopped to point out some of the plants he had never seen before. It honestly felt like an educational field trip but you didn't mind because you were absolutely in love with the teacher. This went on until you reached the lake.

You had walked under a particular low tree right by the edge of the lake. When Neville followed you. His tall stature had caused a few leaves to get caught in his hair. You noticed them when you turned around to ask him about a plant you had found in the water.

"You got something in your hair." You smiled up at him and reached to get the leaves out of his hair. He stepped closer to you so that your faces were mere inches away from one another.

"There" you whispered once you got the last leaf out of his hair.

The way his doe eyes looked at you like you were the most beautiful person in the world made you weak in the knees. You couldn't help but lean in for a kiss. His lips were soft to the touch and warm compared to the rest of his body, which was cold from the rainy breeze. You abruptly stepped back and devilishly smiled at him. You ran away quickly, daring him to come chase you.

"Wait that's not fair." He called out to you as he began running after you.

He eventually caught up to you and wrapped his arms around your middle and lifted you up, spinning in a circle as he did. You both laughed at your childish ways. When he put you down you turned around and he pulled you in for a passionate kiss. His hands were on your hips while you cupped the side of his face. Neither of you pulled away until you needed to breathe.

"You know I love you, right" you looked into his eyes with a warm smile.

He looked at you with a love sick expression and smiled happily. "I'm yours forever." He truly meant it. He leaned in again for another kiss.

When the two of you finally parted you walked hand in hand along the edge of the lake. That's when you decided to ask what he was bothering him.

"Neville, you know you can tell me anything, right?" You cautiously stated.

He looked at you surprised by your sudden words. Then he realized that you had noticed his nervous state. "I… I know."

"Cause I feel like you're hiding something from me." You bit your lip nervously. "Every time I tease you, you seem a little on edge. I can stop if that makes you uncomfortable."

"Oh no it's not that it's… it's just that… I… well I don't know" he was stumbling over his words and didn't know how to explain his thoughts. His face grew redder by the second. The two of you had stopped walking and ended up in the middle of a huge mud pile under a tree.

You stood in front of him holding his hand, squeezing it to show your support. You looked up at him but he avoided your gaze instead choosing to look at his thumb which was rubbing the top of your hand.

The rain started to come down a little harder creating more ripples in the water. The tree hardly protected the both of you.

"Neville?"

"I… " he became even more flustered and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He quickly regretted his decision to tell you what he was truly thinking and let go of your hand and slowly back away from you. As he did he slipped in the mud falling flat on his back.

"Ahhh!" Mud had splattered in the air, some landing on you.

"Oh my gosh, Neville are you alright?" You tried concealing a laugh.

"I'm ok" He laid flat on his back with an embarrassed look on his face.

You kneeled beside him to help him up. He was almost stuck to the ground as you tried pulling him out of the mud.

"What did you fall in, superglue?" You chuckled.

He laughed along with you. Just as he was getting up you slipped and fell on your butt.

"Achh!" You fell with a splat.

"Ahh! I'm so sorry" He said as he helped you up.

Your bottom and the back of your legs were covered in mud. However it was not as bad as Neville's back side. His entire back side was covered in mud from head to toe. It looked as if someone had painted one side of his body.

"Neville, What's gotten into you?" Concern filled your voice. "Honesty, you're worrying me." You cupped his cheek into your hand.

"I'm sorry Y/N. It's just…" he sighed in defeat. "I've been thinking about what we talked about a couple weeks ago, you know about taking our relationship to a more intimate level. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. Well actually I haven't been able to stop thinking about how terrible I would be. I really don't want to disappoint you."

"Oh Neville. Is that what all of this was about?" You gave him a soft smile. "Neville you could never disappoint me. I guess I haven't been so discreet about my intentions for coming, have I?" You giggled.

He gave you an apologetic look. You always knew how to defuse the tension. "No not exactly."

"You know that the first time is always awkward right? I mean, I will try to make you as comfortable as possible but just remember to relax."

You wrapped your arms around him to comfort him. You felt the sleeve of your sweater get completely covered in mud as you did.

"Oh forgot" you said as you removed your arms.

"Sorry" Neville apologized. He furrowed his eyebrows. He seemed to do that whenever he was flustered, worried, embarrassed, or any other case when he was stressed.

You reached up to gently message the tension out of his eyebrows. "Relax."

He smiled down at you. Your sleeve touched the side of his face getting mud on his cheek. That gave you a funny idea. You pulled your sleeves up and rubbed the excess mud on his cheeks.

"Hey!" He chuckled. "You know two can play at that game." He bent down and grabbed a handful of mud and flung it up at you.

"Ahh" It had splattered all over your sweater. You retaliated by throwing mud at his face.

The two of you continued your game and were soon covered in mud. Your hair was a mess and your clothes were absolutely dirty. The same could be said about Neville but probably worse. It started to rain harder than before creating more mud.

Neville was finally at ease about the whole situation. You always knew how to calm him down and make him feel confident in himself. It was one of the things he loved most about you. You were happy to see your boyfriend more calm and sure of himself than before.

Once you heard thunder in the distance that's when you stopped. You turned to look at him. "I think we should head back don't you?" You said a little breathless from play fighting.

"Yeah ok, we better head back before it gets worse out here." Neville said looking up at the sky.

"I'll race you there?" You challenged him. But before he could say anything you were off running back to the house.

"That's cheating!" Neville chased after you screaming.

Your laughs could be heard all throughout the forest as the two of you ran back towards the house. Once the house was in sight, you sprinted faster towards the porch. You stopped running when you touched the back door. You rested leaning over the railing glad that the roof of the porch had stopped some rain from falling on you. Neville was not far behind and sat on the porch steps catching his breath.

"I win…" you said breathlessly.

"Yes you did…" he laughed.

Neville turned to look at the back door, then his eyes went wide with terror. He remembered what his grandmother had told him about not getting the carpet dirty. Then he looked at himself and then at you. Your boots were covered in mud. Some mud had even gotten into your boot. His boots were much worse. There was a tear in one of them, showing his pinky toe covered in a now muddy sock.

"Oh my god!" He placed his hands on his head. "Gran's gonna kill me if we get mud on the carpet!" His breathing quickened. "What are we gonna do?"

That's when you realized you forgotten about your promise to Mrs. Longbottom. You were not about to break your promise. You had to come up with a solution and fast. The lake was too far to go back and wash up and the rain seemed less harsh now. You looked at Neville then to the door and then back at Neville and back at the door again.

"Do you have a bathroom in your room because there isn't one in mine?" You asked Neville.

"Yeah there's a bathroom in my room. Why?" He raised an eyebrow at you.

"Well we could leave our clothes out here and rush up stairs to your room. Do you have any towels in your room?" You smiled sheepishly at him.

Neville was caught off guard by your proposal. He couldn't seem to close his mouth; it was trapped open. He had barely registered that you had even asked him a question.

"I… I… do actually." He finally responded in almost a whisper.

"Great. Then it's a plan." You stated confidentiality, but the confidence was more of an illusion.

"It's a plan." Neville repeated your words in shock. He couldn't believe what was happening although he was not entirely sure what this meant or if it would lead to anything. He was also very relieved that there were no houses nearby to see the strip show. Luckily the closest neighbors were about 5 acres away and the trees surrounding the house provided some privacy.

You began untying your shoe laces and talking off your boots. He followed your actions and took off his socks as well. Your feet were clean and so were Neville's. That was the good part. He began to unbuckle his belt and hesitantly dragged them down them down to his ankles. You took your knitted sweater off revealing your tan bra. Neville turned red at the sight of you and quickly turned around to give you some privacy but tripped over his own pants that were still around his ankles. He grabbed onto the railing before he could fall and stepped out of his pants. He felt completely exposed and cold.

As Neville turned around you got a great view of his ass. He had on dark blue boxer briefs that hugged him perfectly showing off how round his butt was. You bit your lip and felt your face heat up at the thought. You then unbuttoned your jeans and slide them right off, placing them with your sweater and socks.

Neville had discarded his sweater and under shirt that hand somehow managed to get muddy as well. He was now just in his underwear and freezing. When he turned towards you he was met with the sight of you taking off your jeans. Your cheeky pink underwear almost gave him a heart attack. Your body was so perfect in every way and you were just so beautiful. He felt himself grow a little hot in some areas of his body and mentally chastised himself to not embarrass himself. Then he felt a wave of self consciousness as you turned to look at himself. He tried to cover his stomach and crotch area at the same time and not look awkward while doing it but failed.

When you turned your heart fluttered in your chest. He was the most gorgeous person you had ever laid eyes on and your love for him grew by the second. You noticed his actions and stepped closer to him and grabbed both of his hands. They were freezing and he visibly shivered. You rubbed your hands with his to try and build up some heat.

"We better get inside quickly." You said leading him towards the door still holding his hand.

The two of you were fairly clean besides your heads which were basically covered in dry mud. There were a few patches of dried mud around your bodies but they wouldn't touch the carpet so that was not a problem.

You opened the back door and stepped inside testing to see if you left a mark of some kind. when you didn't the two of you entered the house. All the lights in the house were off making it dark and gloomy. You let go of Neville's hand to turn around and close the door behind you. So far the carpet was not marked up or dirty.

"Alright I think we're good." You said grabbing Neville's hand again and leading him upstairs. As you walked in front of him, he couldn't help but stare at your ass that was barely covered by anything. He blushed furiously as your movements made your butt giggle a little.

At the top of the stairs he led the two of you to his room. Upon entering the room you closed the door behind you and locked it, but Neville didn't seem to notice you licking the door. The room was very cozy. Only a lamp that Neville had forgotten to turn off gave the room light. The windows were shut and the sound of rain hitting the glass could be heard from outside. Neville had walked near the bed holding himself to keep warm and stood there not knowing what to do. Then you finally spoke.

"Where are the towels?" You asked.

"In… in the closet." His teeth were chattering and his lips were blue.

You ran up to him and grabbed his hands again. "Oh my gosh your freezing. You should go and take a shower first."

"No you should… You're my guest… You go first..." His sentences were slow due to how cold he was.

"Neville, you're obviously cold you should go first."

"Aren't you cold?" He worried.

"Yes, but my face isn't turning purple."

"Y/N I'm fine. Seriously. You go ahead." He was stubborn and so were you.

When he wouldn't go in first, you had an idea.

"Fine I'll go first." You walked towards the bathroom and turned on the lights. Then you turned back to look at him standing underneath the doorway.

"You can join me if you'd like?" You felt your cheeks warm up.

His eyes widened and his mouth slowly gaped open to respond but nothing came out.

"It's just, I don't want you to be waiting for me out here for me to get out. You're all wet and freezing. I don't want you to get sick." You had hoped your excuse would persuade him to take a shower with you. You were really trying to set the mood for your later plans. When he didn't answer, you quickly try to push those thoughts to the back of your mind.

'Shit did I misunderstand him at the lake. Maybe he needs more time. Did he mean that he wanted to do this another time. Oh fuck, he did.' you thought to yourself.

"I mean you don't have to. We don't have to do anything if you don't want to." You said blushing furiously.

"No!" He replied more quickly and a little louder than he anticipated. "I mean yes. Yes, I would like t-to join you." He gulped a little at his last statement.

You smiled up at him happy that you didn't misunderstand him. "Ok. Great. Uh… Let me go turn on the shower." As you left into the bathroom. Neville let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

'Ok. Just keep calm. You got this' Neville internally monologued. 'This is actually happening. Now. Just relax. Relax.' He heard the sound of running water coming out of the bathroom and his heart started racing. 'Why can't you relax.'

You came out of the bathroom and walked towards his closet. "I almost forgot the towels. You go ahead and get in. I'll meet you in a little bit." You instructed. Really you were buying yourself time to work up the courage to be naked in front of him.

"Ok." His voice was a little shaky and too quiet for you to hear. He walked into the bathroom and quickly looked at himself in the mirror. There were patches of dried mud covering most of him, but that didn't seem to help his nerves.

He tried to remind himself that his body was ok. 'Y/N likes me, there is nothing to be scared about.' He removed his underwear and checked himself out in the mirror one last time. The stretch marks around his stomach became more visible. He usually never noticed them but now they were all he could think about. He thought it looked weird that the only areas without mud were in the places he wished were most covered.

Intrusive thoughts filled his head, but the worst one popped into his head. 'Oh no, what if she thinks my penis looks weird?'

"Ahem." You made a small noise telling him that you were right at the entrance of the bathroom. He quickly covered his front and turned his head to face you only to see that you were completely nude holding only two towels in your hand. You had also removed your undergarments before you got the towels from his closet. You smiled shyly and blushed at the sight of him.

His blush had instantly grown all the way to his ears and neck. He smiled shyly at you. He couldn't believe how beautiful you were, even with dried mud in your hair and on small parts of your body. It was a complete fantasy right in front of him. He really couldn't believe that he was even with you, despite all the efforts you made to show him that you loved him. He honestly thought you were way out of his league. He desperately wished that he wouldn't get a boner, already embarrassed by his own body. But to be honest his dick was already half hard.

As he trailed his eyes up your body he eventually landed on your eyes which were looking right back at him. They were warm and full of love. You looked as if cupid had struck you with an arrow. He relaxed a bit then.

"You look beautiful." You said with utter adoration for the boy.

He laughed a little nervously. "Really." His mind was going a hundred miles an hour. 'She thinks I'm pretty.' He thought to himself. He felt like he could melt into a puddle and be fine for the rest of his life with just your words.

You nodded a yes.

"You look more beautiful." He replied with the same adoration for you. The butterflies in your stomach seemed to move even faster than before as you became more excited. You were internally screaming at his comment.

Neither of you could pull your eyes away from the other's body. That is until you noticed the steam. "We should probably get in before all the warm water gets used."

"Oh right." He slid the shower door open and entered first. You followed him in once you set the towels down and closed the door behind you. Once in the shower you let the water run over your body. You noticed that he tried to keep a good distance away from you. You didn't mind but you had hoped he would touch you or at least try and look at you again. He was staring at the wall with his hands folded in front of him. You switched places so that he could wash the mud out of his hair. You poured shampoo in your hair and washed it. He had his back towards you and you watched the water droplets make little streaks on his skin. You couldn't help but notice how cute his butt was. It was actually very plump. You would never let Neville know but you actually really loved his ass.

Neville was focusing really hard to not get a boner, afraid it would ruin the moment and he would just embarrass himself. He thought if he avoided looking at your body then that would help, but the image of your nude body from a few minutes ago were still stuck on his mind. He was all but very awkward and was sure you could hear his heart race, with how loud it seemed to him. He turned his head slightly and noticed you were staring at him.

"Do you need to use the water?" He asked thinking that was why you were staring. His question pulled you out of your thoughts, embarrassing you at having been caught staring.

"Uh… yes."

He moved out of the way and let you under the water. He then proceeded to wash his own hair with shampoo. His body was turned a little so that you could finally get a good look at his dick. You bit your lip a little, looking at the way it seemed to sway slightly as he washed his hair.

As the suds from the shampoo ran down your chest and stomach. He couldn't help but try and catch a glimpse or two. He desperately wanted nothing more than to wash your body and explore every curve, but with that way his hands were shaking he figured he could barely hold anything.

Neither of you seemed to know what to say. Just sharing a few glances at the other. You moved closer to him, in an attempt to grab the washcloth and soap that were behind him. Your sudden close proximity startled him and he backed himself into the shower door, nearly falling in the process. You quickly grabbed his forearms to stabilize him, while he grabbed onto yours in return.

"Are you ok?" You said trying to hide a small laugh.

"Yeah. I'm alright." You thought he could get any redder but he somehow managed to.

Your hands stayed on his forearms and you couldn't help but notice how cute he looked with soap suds around his head. You didn't realize that your hands trailed up his arms so that they rested on his shoulder. His hands were now under your elbows.

Both of you stared into each other's eyes and couldn't help but smile. Neville was the first to break out in laughter. You couldn't help but giggle with him. The awkward silence was replaced with sounds of joy.

"I'm so sorry." Neville looked as if he had tears from laughing so hard. Although you couldn't tell if they were tears or if it was just water.

"For what." Your confusion made you laugh even harder.

"I don't know."

The two of you relaxed a little more at each other's touch. Each of you taking the time to look at the other's body fully. Neville was no longer concerned about not taking in your gorgeous body. The way you carried yourself confidently, not afraid to be around him nude had encouraged him to feel a bit more confident in his own body as well. He decided that there was no need to be nervous anymore. You loved him and respected him, so he knew that there was no need to be ashamed of his body.

He stared down at your breast. 'I'm the luckiest guy in the wor…' his train of thought was cut off when he felt a sharp pain in his eye.

"Ahh" he tried wiping away the shampoo that had made its way to his eye, but made it worse.

"Oh my gosh. Here, come to the water." You lead him under the shower. He washed the soap out of his eye and hair.

As he did so, you retrieved the washcloth and poured body wash onto it and started to wash your body. Once Neville was done washing his hair he grabbed his washcloth and did the same, scrubbing his entire body to get rid of all the mud.

"Is your eye alright?" You said trying to make some small conversation.

"Yeah. It was just soap." The two of you continue washing the mud off yourselves.

However, you wanted to move things a little more quickly but didn't really know how until an idea popped into your head. You had already scrubbed all the mud off your body and returned to your breast, messing them more than necessary. Neville was completely star struck at the sight in front of him and he could feel himself becoming more aroused by the second. He wanted to be the one to touch your body.

"Neville, do you mind helping me wash my back?" He smiled at you and nodded a yes.

You handed him your washcloth to use and you turned so your back was facing him. He was a little hesitant on how to wash your back but, he eventually gently massaged the washcloth on your skin. He started at the top of your shoulders and made his way down to your waist. He followed the cure of your sides slowly making sure to memorize the way the arch of your back felt. He dangerously massaged close to your bum, making the two of you more aroused. Although it was more apparent to see Neville's arousal than yours.

You looked over your shoulder when he was done. He looked at you with doed eyes as you turned slowly and walked closer to him. You couldn't help it anymore. The feeling of wanting more overtook you and you pulled him in for a kiss. Neville dropped the washcloth and wrapped his arms around you pulling you close to him. You pushed your chest up against his, desperate for his touch or any contact with him. Your chests were so close you thought you could hear Neville's heart beat racing. Although you were not sure if it was his or yours you were hearing. Your hands wrapped in his hair pulling lightly, causing him to moan softly into the kiss. His hands rubbed up and down the small of your back, giving you goosebumps and causing you to sigh. You wanted him to touch you properly so you led his hands to cup your breast. His bottom lip quivered slightly as he finally felt the weight of your breast in his hands. He messaged them gently loving the feeling. You moaned into the kiss causing him to whimper.

This is what you too have been waiting for since the day you began dating and it was absolutely perfect.

You felt his tongue slid across your bottom lip. You opened allowing him entrance. The feeling of his hot wet tongue against yours was intoxicating. You moved the two of you under the water to let it wash away the soap on your bodies. You could feel Neville's growing erection against your thigh and his moans became louder every time he came in contact with your thigh. You moved your hand down to his hips and pulled them closer to yours encouraging him to rub himself against you. He groaned at your forceful movements. He eventually broke the kiss when he couldn't breathe anymore. Both of you were panting like crazy.

"Do you want to continue this on the bed?" You finally spoke.

"Godric yes!" He breathed.

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flareish · 3 years

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Overwhelmed

kuroo x reader

summary: With so many deadlines coming up the reader is overwhelm and buried in work and can’t help but to lash out. However, Kuroo is always there to pull her back

genre: college AU, fluff, pinch of angst

word count: 1.5k

warnings: none I think

a/n: I have been trying to make all of my requests gender neutral but sometimes I slip up and throw in she/her pronouns so tell me if you notice any that I didn’t catch. Enjoy!

The teachers were out to get you, you were sure of it. You push yourself every day to be the best, to be ahead of everything, all the assignments, all of your classmates just so you could possibly enjoy college as well as have good grades. But what did that get you? Impossibly high expectations. Suddenly everyone around you expected you to ace every test you did and just pull perfect essays out of nowhere. Which is exactly what just happened. You had been working on an essay all night. It hadn’t been your best work but your brain just couldn’t make anything better. That was all you had. You were almost at your limit with no end in sight. Then, despite all your hard work, your teacher handed it back to you saying that “this wasn’t the best I could do and that I shouldn’t start slacking off now”. She thought she was being helpful but right now you wanted to do was strangle her. Sure you could do better. If you didn’t have eight more assignments to do after this. Each one more mentally taxing than the next. But it’s fine, let me just rewrite this essay.

Why couldn’t you just be the kind of person who didn’t care? Or rather had given up caring. They probably learned their lesson that when you try you don’t get the reward you get more work. Why couldn’t you just not care too?

Deciding to jump back into your workload, you sit down at your desk in your dorm and begin to type. Words were kind of flowing. They weren’t exactly coherent thoughts but at least it was something to work with. As if your day couldn’t get any worse, your roommate comes barging in with three of their friends.

“Oh oops didn’t realize you were studying in here Y/N.” Your roommate said, not actually making an effort to be any quieter though. Shooting back a quick tight smile, not wanting to be rude but also just wanting them to leave. You were hoping they were just grabbing something and then would leave but they went and sat on the bed and turned the TV on.

You made a show of checking the time before loudly announcing that you were suppose to meet someone at the library. As much as you wanted to be petty and make them feel guilty for interrupting your study time, it was just easier to just leave.

“I don’t think I’ve seen them do anything except study. Talk about too school for cool.” You heard one of them joke as you left.

“Ugh tell me about it. You wouldn’t believe what time they goes to bed.” Your roommate adds. You roll your eyes and trying to ignore the comments. Is it really that crazy that you’re actually trying to learn at a place where you pay crazy amounts to be taught? You were just so done.

Luckily the library was fairly quiet since it had gotten quite late. You settled into your favorite spot and got to working. Although no matter how hard you tried nothing came to you. There was one sad paragraph on your screen, you must have reread it a million times hoping to spark some kind of inspiration from it. Nothing. Your brain kept drifting off on you and you would end up staring across the library without a single thought in your head. The time just kept slipping by. The more that went the more panicky you got. This was a time that you should be working but you just couldn’t. And of course the more desperate you got for inspiration, the more it avoided you.

You just let your head drop and hit the table. You were so done. You just wanted to scream. There was no one you could talk to either. Recently anyone that talked to you got snapped at. They were just all so calm and relaxed despite all of the work that has been coming in lately. Here you were, drowning in it, and they were happily swimming. Just the other day you and Kuroo had an argument over homework. He’s taking one of the hardest chemistry classes and he was there telling you it was going to be okay?! It just felt insulting. You knew he didn’t mean it like that but couldn’t he at least pretend to struggle? Damn you boyfriend for being so smart.

You really wanted Kuroo right now.

As if summoned by your thoughts, you felt hands slide onto your shoulders. You tense up kinda freaked out at who is touching you until you see that it’s him. Kuroo. For a moment you wanted to just throw yourself at him and forget about your homework. But then you remember your argument and how you’ve been a monster lately and resist. He’s having none of that though and keeps his hands on you.

“How long have you been here.” He asks gently. You glance at your computer and notice that it’s almost 3 am.

“What are you doing here?! It’s 3 am.” You say startled at the fact it had gotten that late and that he was also up that late. Usually, he is asleep by ten.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He replies as he straightens and starts packing up your things.

“Uh- Hey! Wait no- give me that! I’m not done yet.” You try and snatch back your stuff but he gives you a stern look and you sink back into your seat. You suddenly realize how tired you are and surrender. He’s finished putting everything away and throws the strap of your back over his shoulder. Prepared to carry your bag for you. Now you feel drained. Your limbs all feel heavy that it’s exhausting to even think about getting up.

“Come on let’s get you back to your dorm.” He mumbles pulling you up by your hand. You let him, flying up from your seat and onto your feet. You land right in his chest and you don’t want to go anywhere but here. For the first time in weeks, you feel calm and secure.

“Can I just stay here for a minute,” Your voice cracks as tears slip down your face. He didn’t say anything, he just wrapped his arms around you and hugged you close to his body. In this moment you felt nothing but love. The relief and comfort you felt was enough to make you cry harder. You don’t know how long you were stood there but no matter how long it was Kuroo never once rushed you. He just let you let it out. Once he saw that you had calmed down he gently pull back, bringing a hand to your cheek to wipe away any stray tears.

“You ready to head back now?” He asked again, planning on walking you back to your dorm.

“I don’t wanna,” You pout, “There’s a ton of people in there and I don’t wanna see any of them.” You are still salty at your roommate and their rude friends.

“Do you want to come to my dorm?” He asks, “Kenma was passed out when I left so it should be quiet.” You nod. You feel him put your backpack on you and you’re confused. You were kind of hoping he would take your backpack for you. You know be a gentleman and all. Then he squats down in front of you.

“Hop on.” This was pretty normal for the two of you so despite your sleepiness you bounce up onto his back. He adjusts you higher on his back before leaving the library. Waving to library worker on the late shift who giggled at the two of you.

You snuggled your face into his neck and loosely wrapped your arms around his neck. His footsteps seemed to lull you like a lullaby. You fell into a weird state as your body sleeping but your mind was awake. Hearing everything clear as day but the thought of opening your eyes or moving a muscle seeming impossible.

You start waking up more when you realize that you have made it to his dorm, letting him toss you down on the bed. You throw your backpack off to the side and head straight for under the covers.

“Ah ah! You’re in dirty clothes,” he gently complains, no real bite behind it. You grumble but let him pull you over to the edge of the bed. You had been so close to sleep. He slides your shirt over your head and replaces it with one of his hoodies. Only then once you’re in his clean clothes does he let you snuggle back into his bed. This time with him in there as well.

“Goodnight my love.” You finally slip into a peaceful state. You still had a lot of work to do but at least for tonight you will rest without worry. Tomorrow you know you need to make up with Kuroo but you know he could never stay mad at you. Come the morning you know Kuroo will help you with everything. He’s finished giving you space, now you’re stuck with him.

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chockfullofsecrets · 3 years

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Critical Role: The Importance of Timing, Ch 1

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(Read on AO3)

Rating: Gen

Summary: Jester sobers quickly, though, pouting insistently down at them.“Four is pret-ty bad, you guys.”

Kingsley nods seriously. Thus validated, she starts bouncing excitedly on the balls of her feet. “I think we need to punish them, Fjord!”

Caleb and Essek make the mistake of overworking themselves right before the Mighty Nein are scheduled for a reunion. Lessons are learned.

Wordcount: 3.6k (yeah, this one’s going to take a while)

A/N: making some more progress on my backlog of prompts (this one happens to be both from the most recent vote and this lovely anon prompt)! cross your fingers that this is going to be my first finished chapter fic lol

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Caleb hardly remembers it, later.

It was evening - not particularly late, but after three near-sleepless nights time stretched into its own kind of viscous liquidity. Like a soup.

He laughed to himself at the absurdity of it, too tired for more than the barest expense of breath. Essek would know better than he, of course - he turned to him, intending to share the thought, and found a sheaf of notes thrust mere inches from his face.

“Here,” Essek said brusquely. Exhaustion did not lend itself to the usual smoothness of his speech. “I think I have it, finally - if we engrave it this way, the spell will replenish itself without interrupting conversation, yes?”

“Oh.” He took the papers, looking them over blearily - his eyes widened, a brief rush of vigor returning. “Oh, this is - oh, this is good! Let me just fabricate the surface smooth again and we can try-”

There was a crash from a location beyond the lab and therefore currently unimportant. Neither of them looked up.

The interruption, then, arrived unexpectedly.

“Hel-loooo!”came a lilting Nicodranian accent from the hall. “We got here early and you didn’t answer your door so we used our super cool magic powers to come in, and we should to-tally make a hammock themed room in the mansion tonight because I think Fjord is kind of land sick - Caleb, look at me, why do you look so terrible?”

Caleb knew the consequences of ignoring that voice. He looked up.

After hours of gazing at runes, his eyes refused to fully adjust and take in the three figures in the doorway. He squinted and managed to make out a bit of blue. “Jester?”

“They look tired right out, the poor things,” a purple blob pronounced from Jester’s right. “We haven’t missed out on an adventure, have we?”

“No,” Jester said, “Essek would never go out with his hair looking like that. Right, Essek? Aren’t you, like, super embarrassed that your hair’s all floppy right now?”

Sitting shoulder to shoulder with the floppy-haired drow in question, Caleb could just barely hear him hiss in protest at the interruption. “Leave, then, if it disturbs you so.”

Caleb blinked, starting to fumble together a sentence to dull the reprimand, and suddenly the remaining green blob resolved into Fjord as he put a hand on Caleb’s forehead and crouched to look into his eyes. “All right, it’s bedtime for you two. Jes, can you get Essek?”

“Wait-” Caleb grabbed weakly for the table, for his notes at least, but he was already being swept up in Fjord’s arms and carried bodily from the room. Essek sounded much more awake - and irate, frankly - behind him, trying to explain something, but it had been far too long since he had been anywhere near horizontal - with his head pillowed against Fjord’s bicep, he was asleep before they reached the stairs.

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Waking is a slow process.

He is not alone - there’s a weight to being tangled up in someone else, the warm scent of closeness, and even without his eidetic memory he does not think he can ever forget the stony, moon-soaked smell of having his face buried in the crook of Essek’s shoulder.

He yawns lazily. Essek must be very tired, if Caleb is awake and he is not, and he is the better cook of the two of them anyway - although of course neither of them have any comparison to Caduceus, or Yasha now that it’s been several months since her last poisoning incident. He presses a gentle kiss to Essek’s jaw and rolls out of bed to get started with breakfast.

Or tries to, at least. His top half makes it out of bed easily enough, but the rest of him does not seem inclined to follow.

Something clanks at the foot of the bed as he narrowly hauls himself up from a quick trip to the floor. He props himself up on an elbow, halfway through another yawn, and finds himself staring down a pair of manacles hooked around his ankles.

He kicks cautiously. The chain threaded through his bed posts clanks again.

Panic begins to stir low in his gut. “Essek!”

There’s a sleepy murmur next to him. He twists to find Essek blinking awake - there’s not much else he can do, with his arms shackled above his head and his legs chained below in similar fashion. The cuffs are padded at least, stuffed with what looks to be worn handkerchiefs, and they’re both fully dressed in sleep clothes - their captors don’t want to hurt them, then, not yet.

Caleb scans the room frantically. The book he has been reading is still propped open on the bedside table, the door knob Essek had pried from an Aeorian ruin after Caleb had commented on its sparkle still proudly adorns the bathroom door, Kingsley is still leaning against the window-

He grins smugly as Caleb’s gaze snaps back to him. “Oh, good, you’re both awake. Comfy watch, but it’s ever so much more boring without the-” He pulls his hands from his pockets and rocks them back and forth. “Oh, and also the fish folk trying to kill us, those are great.”

“Kingsley?” Caleb demands. Next to him, Essek makes a shocked sound as he presumably recognizes that he cannot move any of his limbs. “What is this?”

“Oh, I can’t rightly say.” Kingsley saunters over and swings himself neatly up onto the mattress, worming between him and Essek to sit cross-legged at the center of the bed. “Wasn’t my idea, at any rate-”

“Jester and Fjord were here too,” Essek interrupts. “Is this - this is a prank, is it not?”

“Hush, you,” Kingsley smirks. “All I’ve got is that I’m to ensure you don’t make your way free with any spellcasting before Fjord and Jester get back. And to that end…”

He breaks the pause with a dramatic flourish of his arms, spreading them wide before laying a palm down lightly on each of their bellies. “I’m told this should do just fine, if the two of you care to demonstrate?”

Caleb connects the dots just a moment too late to throw himself back off the edge of the bed. “Kingsley - wait - ah!”

There was a time when it would take minutes for his mind to link the intruding sensation of touch to anything but wariness. Now, the instant Kingsley’s fingers start scribbling he’s flat on his back, pushing weakly at the offending limb and doing his best not to collapse into hysterical snickering at how much it - it -

“Tickle, tickle, magic man,” Kingsley teases, pupilless eyes aflame with mischief. “No, no, don’t bother fighting it. I’ve heard tales about those ribs of yours, you know. Especially how much you love letting Jester play with them, hm?”

“N-nein, that’s not-” Caleb tries to protest, but he’s already giggling just at the thought - Fjord and Jester are here, and he’s stuck, and Kingsley won’t stop tickling him-

Kingsley’s grin grows another satisfied inch as he turns back to Essek. “And you, stubborn - oh, are you trying to cast something? Is that what that face means?”

Essek is struggling, jaw working and face scrunched as his entire body trembles in time with the claw vibrating its way into his belly. Caleb can practically see the Misty Step brewing on his tongue, just a few short words between him and freedom if only he can get them out without laughing.

Until Jester tracks him down, that is. He hasn’t - they’ve been apart, and then in Aeor, and then working on their big project for the past few weeks, and Caleb hasn’t exactly gotten around to admitting that he might like Essek to - admitting anything, really. Or telling Essek that now that Jester knows he’s ticklish and doesn’t entirely mind it, any attempt to escape will only end in more retribution.

An oversight, in retrospect.

Kingsley purrs, apparently entirely delighted with his victim’s predicament. “Oh, come on now, you can do it! It’s been a while since I’ve seen a good magic show.” Essek shakes his head frantically, lips pressed together even as his cheeks puff with repressed giggles, and Kingsley grins all the wider. “No? Let’s see how long you last when I really start pressing your buttons, then.”

On his side and snickering helplessly, Caleb cannot help but feel a little jealous as he watches Kingsley tug up Essek’s shirt and wait for his eyes to widen in terrible anticipation. “One last chance, then? Cause I think this is really going to tickle.”

Caleb wants him to succeed, really, he does - but watching Essek try as hard as he can to curl in on himself as a single fingertip starts to rub at his navel, squirming and squeezing his eyes shut and finally barking out the first two syllables of his incantation before the third succumbs to high, squeaking laughter holds its own considerable charm. “Ahahaaaa - nooo, hehe! - wh -” He laughs a little more, shoulders shaking, and barely manages to gasp out the words. “Fjord - Jester - where -”

“Couldn’t take it? Oh, you are a ticklish thing,” Kingsley tells him, laughing when Essek’s attempt at protesting collapses into a breathless snort. “You’re wondering where they are? Really, I couldn’t say. Maybe they’ll be gone for hours, and I’ll just have to keep tickling and tickling-”

He’s focused in on Essek now, taking his other hand off Caleb to wiggle it menacingly over a defenseless armpit - Essek takes one look at the new threat and screams. “Caleb!”

Kingsley’s replaced his hand with his tail squeezing around Caleb’s thigh, and it tickles so badly and unexpectedly that Caleb would like to curl up in a ball and do some screaming of his own, but with Essek pleading for his help there’s no other choice.

He pulls himself back onto his elbows and flops into Kingsley’s lap as best he can with his legs chained, reaching blindly for ticklish spots that used to belong to Mollymauk - gasping through a new wave of laughter as the spade of Kingsley’s tail starts to poke at the soft back of his knee, he crowds his fingernails against the small of Kingsley’s back and yelps in preemptive terror as Kingsley starts to laugh and reaches for him instead. “Fjord! Jester!” he shouts. “Help!”

“Gah - oh, fuck, thahat’s - haaaa-” Kingsley flails for a moment, legs kicking out as he tries to shimmy away, but in the next moment his fingers are tickling mercilessly under Caleb’s arms and Caleb can hardly breathe, let alone keep tickling him. He flails to escape, trying to wrap his arms around himself and use them to drag himself away at the same time, but really that just means that Kingsley’s hands are stuck in his armpits now and he’s going to die-

“Right, right, I’ve learned my lesson, no ganging up on our little star,” Kingsley grumbles. Caleb gasps in breathless relief as Kingsley works his hands free - he’s facedown on the mattress, but he hears Essek shout for Fjord and Jester too before dissolving into another fit of giggles. Presumably Kingsley’s putting his tail to good use somewhere.

A hand grabs his shoulder, and he’s rolled over onto his back with his legs untwisting beneath him. He blinks up into Kingsley’s gaze, eyebrows raised in apparent dudgeon. “You, on the other hand,” Kingsley growls, as if his lips weren’t curving up into a fanged smile already, “I am absolutely going to need both hands for what I’m about to do to your ribs.”

“Mist,” Caleb sputters reflexively, and then, louder, “Fjord! Jester! FJORD!”

Kingsley’s eyebrows rise even higher. “Oh, it’s sweet that you think they’re going to help you. Unless - oh, did you want more hands?”

Caleb hardly hears the approaching footsteps over his own anticipatory squeal as he watches Kingsley’s fingers start to wander back down towards his ribs. “Nein! - eheeheh, oh gods, nein-”

But then, suddenly, blessedly, the fingers ghost lightly over his ribs and settle for spidering across his tummy instead. He wheezes in relief - half of it comes out as giggles, his nerves still on high alert, but he fully intends to enjoy breathing while he can.

He flops tiredly back, eyes tracking to the doorway as Fjord and Jester stroll in. “Sorry for the wait,” Fjord says politely. “Jester and I were just finishing up lunch. Because it’s lunchtime.”

“No rush, Captain!” Kingsley practically chirps. “We’re having a wonderful time, aren’t we, boys?”

Fjord looks completely unsurprised to find the two of them in chains. Jester is practically bouncing beside him. Caleb imagines this does not bode well for them.

Essek pipes up from behind him, metal clanking as he tries to move to see around Kingsley. “Did - heh - did we oversleep? I think the shackles are a bit uncalled for-”

“Oh,” Fjord says, low and dangerous. He’s not smiling, not yet, but Caleb can see it in his eyes and that is even worse. “Don’t mind those. It would be a shame to let the two of you leave your bedroom so soon when you haven’t seen it in days and days, wouldn’t it?”

With Kingsley still tickling at his waist, Caleb can’t even begin to coax his stomach muscles to let him sit up as Fjord and Jester cross to the bed and loom over the both of them. Jester claps her hands together, looking dangerously pleased with herself. “Do you like them?” she enthuses. “We got them from a pirate raid, because someone put our other set on a fish person that jumped right back into the ocean.”

“They were getting rusted anyway - I don’t think we collected a single one of those at sea, they’re not even waterproofed.” Fjord grumbles amiably. “These, though-”

He hooks one finger delicately through the chain connecting Caleb’s ankles to the bedpost and tugs, dragging one helpless foot just close enough to scoop up in a waiting hand. “Now these are made for some real seafaring shit. Could hold a body for as long as you want, as long as they aren’t inclined to use any magic tricks.”

Caleb tries to yank his foot back. Fjord just chuckles and leans over to stare him down, his yellow eyes warm and amused. “Isn’t that right, Caleb.”

“No magic tricks,” he gasps out through another fit of giggles as Fjord rubs a warning thumb over his sole. It’s hardly a concession - between that and Kingsley, he hardly has the breath to try anything.

“Good,” Fjord says encouragingly. He puts Caleb’s foot gently down and turns to Essek. “Now you.”

Caleb turns to look at him - from what little of Essek’s body language he can read, he looks wholly confused. “You’re not going to let us go?”

Fjord crosses his arms. “Oh, I’m sure we can come to some kind of agreement. Just consider this a friendly reminder that Jester, Kingsley and I are quite capable of following any… magical exits.”

Essek visibly rallies at the mention of magic, quirking an eyebrow. “I wasn’t aware you had learned how to Teleport.”

“Essek,” Caleb hisses. Fjord shushes him and stalks a single step forward, just close enough to start tickling lightly at the bottom of one purple foot.

Essek’s superior expression lasts all of a moment before his entire body starts flailing to escape the single point of contact. “Ah! No, nohoho, wahahait, I didn’t - ahaha, stop that!”

“You’re right, I can’t Teleport,” Fjord says conversationally. “Good catch, I’d kind of forgotten about that one. Jes, we’ve got some antimagic stuff on the ship, right?”

Jester interrupts herself from making increasingly dramatic faces at Essek to answer. “I think so? You know, just in case if we meet someone icky like you know who.”

“Perfect. Maybe you and Kingsley can keep Essek busy, and I’ll head back to the ship and root around for it?” He looks calmly down at Essek, kicking as frantically as he can with the few inches of leeway the shackles afford him and still completely unable to avoid Fjord’s fingers. “It’ll take a while, mind you.”

Jester perks up, dancing over and reaching for Essek’s other foot. “Yes! Kingsley, did you try his ears yet? They get all flappy and it’s really really-”

“No!” Essek rushes out, squeaking in harried protest when they still don’t stop tickling up his arches. “I - wait,” he pleads. “No! I won’t cast, I won’t!”

Fjord grins. “That wasn’t so hard, was it? Alright, Kingsley, can we give them a moment?”

Kingsley removes his hands from both of them rather reluctantly. Fjord claps his shoulder in silent thanks. “Now, would either of you like to explain why we found the two of you half-dead from sleep deprivation?”

“Yeah, you guys, we were so worried!” Jester adds. “You can’t do that when we’re not around to take care of you! You guys haven’t been doing this all year, have you?”

“We’ve only met up in the last few months,” Caleb adds, wincing a little as their eyes turn to him. He sits up slowly, wincing apologetically in the direction of Essek’s wrist shackles. “But no, we have not, we are just working on this project - it is a real ficker, there are so many moving pieces - and we are nearly done, we meant to sleep last night.”

“How many days?” Fjord asks. “One? Two?”

When neither of them answer, sharing a silent look, he hovers a hand threateningly over each of their trapped feet. “Believe me, you really don’t want us to pick a number.”

“Four,” Essek says warily. “But Caleb slept for at least an hour each night, and I don’t need to-”

“Oh, four’s a lot,” Kingsley cuts in. “Did you not learn how to sleep in shifts, not being on the ocean, or do you just enjoy each other’s company that much?”

Essek turns bright red. Caleb’s pretty sure he turns even redder. Even Fjord looks a little embarrassed as Jester and Kingsley collapse into laughter.

Jester sobers quickly, though, pouting insistently down at them.“Four is pret-ty bad, you guys.”

Kingsley nods seriously. Thus validated, she starts bouncing excitedly on the balls of her feet. “I think we need to punish them, Fjord!”

Caleb can easily guess what this punishment will entail. “Wait a moment,” he says hastily, “we have not even told you about this project-”

“It will be worth it,” Essek adds. “If you would just let us-”

Fjord nods thoughtfully, ignoring their protests. “What do you say, a minute for each hour they should have been sleeping?”

“No-” Caleb starts.

“So that’s sixteen for Essek, and - Caleb’s been napping on and off, sounds like, so we’ll round it down to a neat half hour for him.”

Caleb gapes fearfully. A half hour of tickling, after months and months - he can admit to himself that he missed it a little, but- “That’s too much,” he blurts. “Bitte, you’ll kill me-”

“Really, this is unnecessary,” Essek adds, surprisingly dignified for the way he’s trying helplessly to press his feet against the bed. “Just - we are well rested now, we only need a few hours more to finish the project, there is no need!”

Jester pouts. “Oh, Essek, don’t you want to hang out with us?”

Essek flounders at that, and Caleb can’t help the soft smile that slips out of him. “I would like nothing more,” he assures her, “but being chained up and - and tortured - was not quite on my mind-”

“Well then, you shouldn’t have been so dumb, Essek,” she says cheerily. “Caleb, do you want me or Fjord to tickle you?”

His mouth goes dry. Jester will be - Fjord teases, but he is gentle at least, and Jester is - Jester-

He looks over at Essek, wide-eyed and eyes flicking between all of them in some strange combination of bewilderment and anticipation, and braces himself. “Jester.”

Kingsley laughs, delighted. “Oh, he must really love you,” he tells Essek. “He’s gone and given you the better option by far.”

Essek looks at Caleb, gaze softening. “Really?”

Caleb grimaces back at him, a little embarrassed by himself. “He’s exaggerating. And besides, I am not the one laid flat out here.”

Essek frowns. “Yes, about that.”

“Caleb doesn’t like having his wrists pinned down,” Jester says easily, scrambling up onto the bed and into Caleb’s lap. “Though you should know that already if you two are boning-”

“Jester,” Caleb pleads. Kingsley starts to laugh again.

She beams at him, darting in to press a kiss to the tip of his nose. “Hi, Caleb!”

It’s impossible not to smile back. “Hallo, blueberry.”

He looks around her to see Fjord walk over and settle on Essek’s side of the bed, patting his shoulder companionably. “It’s good to see you two, really.”

Essek just sighs.

Kingsley prods at his belly, earning a hasty yelp. “He’s in a mood, it seems. You want some help with him?”

His stomach grumbles, just then, and Fjord laughs. “Why don’t you get some lunch instead,” he suggests. “We’d have brought something up, but the screaming sounded rather urgent.”

“Aye-aye, Captain,” Kingsley cocks a loose salute and swings back off the bed with one more tickle under each of their arms, snorting in amusement as Caleb and Essek both squirm and protest. “The others should be arriving soon, I’ll keep a weather eye on the door.”

“Yes, do that,” Fjord says, waiting for him to round the corner and start down the stairs. “That guy is really into sea lingo.”

“Kingsley is great,” Jester enthuses. “Don’t you guys think he looks so much prettier now that he’s all tan?”

She’s not wrong. “Ja, sure.” Caleb says. “By the way, what exactly did the two of you tell him about-” He flushes. “About my ribs?”

“Oh, you know, just some stuff!” Jester says cheerfully. “Most of it is definitely not true by now, probably, since it’s been a super long time since we’ve seen you.”

She puts both of her hands on Caleb’s shoulders and presses, sending him flat on his back and leaning over with a mischievous smile. “Good thing we have a whole half hour to catch up, huh?”

Caleb gulps.

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