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mysicklove · 8 months

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𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄

DAY 10: SOMINOPHILIA

With: Levi Ackerman

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: gn! reader, sub! levi, nightmares + insomnia mentioned, oral (m! receiving), handjob in dreams, implied age gap, set in around season 2 timeline? im kinda forgetting which season erwin was in... kissing..lots of kissing, reader being puppy coded and levi is sick in love

A/N: sorry this is late!!!! i hope this also isnt too confusing considering it switches back and forth between his dream and irl. idk. also title is named after a song by The Mamas and The Papas that i LOVEEEE

Levi Ackerman finds himself plagued with nightmares. It was always like that though, since he could remember at least. Three to four nights a week he awakes in the middle of night dripping with sweat with his heart nearly beating out of his chest. He has grown used to the lack of sleep by now, it barely bugs him anymore.

That is, until he found someone to share his bed with.

You were his light, as dramatic and sappy as it sounds, and something he will never admit out loud. But it was true, finally in this dim world he finds himself in, you came crashing in, brighter than the sun. He had fallen for you in record time, and you, drawn to his stoic and feisty aura, came tumbling down after him.

It's been a year now since you've gotten together, and Levi swears the nightmares are getting less frequent.

Well, at least in the nights where you lay beside him. The nights where you hold him, and he has easier access to your heartbeat. The steady rhythm of your chest rising and falling. Alive.

He doesn't go into too much depth about the nightmares, but you know the general scene of them, usually relating back to his comrades deaths. He has mentioned that the recent ones involve you, and it makes your heart crumble for your beloved each time his voice cracks through the explanation. You don’t press too much on the matter – the nights he wakes up in a cold sweat, you are there to ease him back to sleep, reassuring that you and he are safe. He almost gets a full night of sleep with you around.

But alas, you aren’t all sunshine and rainbows, and neither is he. Nope, you happen to be one of the most erotic people have ever met (though, he hasn’t met many). A sick brat is what he calls you, or sometimes a disgusting pervert, if he’s feeling extra grumpy. The nicknames fly past your head, as you pepper his face with kisses. It was all in good spirit, is what you remind yourself at least.

“Soooo, Hange recommended–”

“No.”

You pout at the man, pulling away from his chest to glare at him. “You didnt even let me finish my sentence.”

His cold face doesnt let up, even if his eyes hold a playful light to them. “I am smart enough to recognize that anything having to do with Hange is a bad idea.”

You playfully hit his chest, and the man raises his eyebrows at you. A smile pulls at your lips, and Levi cant help but stare whimsically at you. It was unfair, really. “Fine, get on with it, brat.”

“How would you feel if I woke you up with a blow job?” His reaction is immediate, first shock, and then as a couple seconds go by he seems to be much more inclined to agree, but then finally settles on an scowl.

“Why were you talking to Hange about these things?”

You cock your head to the side, tapping on your chin. “Well, I mentioned that your nightmares have started again, and they told me that oral sex helps stop them. Something neurologically with your dick and brain? I don't know.”

He stares at you for a couple of seconds, bewildered at your explanation. But, he realizes quickly what is up, and he immediately pinches the bridge of his nose with a long sigh. “They are fucking with you, idiot. Just trying to get me laid. Hange has always been like that.”

Your face falls at the words, and Levi swears you managed to master the kicked puppy look. He grabs your hands and pulls you back onto his chest, rolling his eyes when you hum into his skin. The warmth brought him comfort, and he finds himself more at peace. “I mean…It won't help with the nightmares, but who would turn down waking up to a blowjob?” Levi mumbles into your hair, while rubbing his hands up and down your arms.

You twist to look up at him, the familiar grin back on your face. “Yeah?”

He scoffs at you, an embaressed blush coating his cheeks. “Just dont wake me up early, alright. Just gonna piss me off.”

He swears he can see you wagging a tail. “Of course, Captain!”

Two weeks have gone by, and Levi has not woken up to your face anywhere near his dick. He has awoke to kisses along his cheeks, and neck, but that wasnt new, you were always disgustingly affectionate in your half awake state. He holds a content (half) smile for about ten seconds as he shuts the door of your room, only for it to drop when he sees Hange.

He wasnt the one to complain though, maybe you were just teasing him. You always did like to press his buttons. He wasn't going to give you the satisfaction of knowing he wants it. So, the dark haired man continues on, nightmares and all, through the weeks.

By the time a month came passing by, he knows that you forgot all about your stupid little promise – your stupid naive words that only worked to piss him off. He glared at you from across the halls for a whole week – never daring to actually show you real signs that he was upset. But after you accidentally caught him frowning at you from across the training grounds, he was immediately dragged back your shared rooms, and fucked lovingly, as you apolgized for everything you could think of that would piss the man off.

You didnt mention the blowjob, but Levi was content with the disheveled hair, and the hickeys and bite marks littering his body, so he forgives you.

He forgets about the blowjob after two months. You were more horny than usual, so the two of you were at it multiple times a week. He would end up too exhausted to hold any real dreams, including his nightmares.

Levi was okay with it.

9 am. Levi, for the first time ever, was oversleeping. Of course when you woke up at 8 am, on your day off from training, and found your lover by your side, you couldnt help but be shocked. He was usually gone by 5 am to get to training.

But you heard him woke up multiple times in the middle of the night. The nightmares were back. His shaky hands wrapped around you, and he panted into your neck, trembling like you've never seen before. You don't know what triggered it, but Levi seemed to have a really bad night.

He deserves to sleep in. So, at fifteen past 8, you scamper to Erwins office and beg the commander for Levi to have a day off. He always did have a soft spot for you. For one, you brought happiness to humanities strongest, and also because his friend silently threatened him death if he was to mistreat you. Erwin agreed without much hesitation.

You crawl into bed next to your lover, and begin to trace his content face. At least the nightmares were gone for the night.

Then, the realization hits you. This was the perfect time for you to finally do as promised.

You waited months because you wanted Levi to forget about your words. Of course, you assumed he forgot them after a couple of days, paying no attention to your promise, but you waited it out just in case.

And now, the both of you dont have any plans today. A once in a lifetime experience, it has got to be.

So with one more glance at your lover, you kiss his cheek, hold back a small giggle, and slowly remove the blanket from his lap. Then, you slide yourself down on the bed, and carefully manevuer yourself in between his legs. He doesnt sleep with much attire, growing hot in the night. Plus with the addition of the cold sweat he often finds himself in, he learns that going next to bare was easier.

You pull down his boxers, and are immediately exposed to a dark patch of hair. It's trimmed properly, but he prefers to have a little hair down their over being completely shaven. Something on the lines of protecting his dick from germs or whatnot. You dont listen to the details, only thinking about how hot it is.

The boxers make it past his thighs, and you glance back up at the man. He doesn't even seem to flinch when the cool air comes into contact with his skin. He snoozes peacefully into the pillow, his dark hair covering his eyes.

His dick lays limp against his leg, and you pick it up slowly, careful to not wake him up. You run your fingers over it a couple of times, and then, holding the back of it with your fingers to support it, you run your tongue from bottom to top of the length.

Levi doesn't move. You take that as a sigh to continue.

Another stripe of the tongue, and then two more, and nothing happens. You grow bolder by the moment. You place his still soft cock into your mouth, and this time you do hear a reaction. Its a quiet sigh, but it was something. His eyes still remain shut.

Slowly, you begin to suckle on the tip, finding it easier to fit it in your mouth while soft. Your tongue roams the shaft, and you press sloppy, wet kisses to his veins. Blood rushes to his cock unconsciously, and Levi still has not stirred, even with his cock now hard. You chuckle with amusement, but dont stop your movements, now dragging your hands along his thighs to appreciate his body.

Levi was having a good dream. It wasnt like the past couple of nightmares, no, this one seemed to have a light hue. It was just the two of you, laying with your backs against grass. A open field, far away from everyone, and not a threat in sight. Titans were gone.

A peaceful world for the two of you. A world Levi craved.

His hands trace your face, and he stares at you, admiring every crease and divot of your skin. You slide your way over toward him, leaning forward to kiss him. “I love you.”

He hums, eyes falling shut, as he wraps his arms around your body. “Yeah, yeah. Love ya too, brat.”

You giggle at him, and suddenly the smile on your face shifts. It turns soft, the tips of your mouth curling up in an almost feline way, while you eyes become hooded. He watches you lean forward and press your lips to his. The man doesnt stop you, gently kissing you back while your tongue slips into his mouth. Levi gulps when your hands trace down to his pants, and he quickly looks around the meadow, afraid to discover an unwelcomed guest. Of course there was nobody, it was a dream, not a nightmare. Your hand slips into his pants, and Levi’s back arches in the grass.

He twitches in his sleep and you smile fondly at the man. The tip of his cock rest against your cheek, as you admire him for a second too long, only to be rewarded with jolt of his hips from the source unknown, sending it slapping across your face. You hold back a laugh, and then grab at it again, mumbling out a, “Even a brat in your sleep, huh Captain?”

You lean forward and wrap your lips around him again.

“D-Don't stop!” Levi groans out, hands clutching at your shirt while he squeezes his eyes shut. It doesn't stop the sun from getting past his eyelids, so he moves closer to you to hopefully block it out. You press your lips to his neck, nibbling at the space just beneath his ears.

“Would never,” You purr, and the man glances at your hand. His pants are pulled down completely now, and your pace was rutheless in its up and down motions. It sends him shivering, and covering his face with the back of his arm. He breathes through clenched teeth, and tries his best not to let out a whimper. The man hears your giggle, and before he could stop himself, the whine slips out.

The first noise of the morning was a low whimper. Not much, but definitely there, and unbelievably cute. You grip at his hips and try to take him deeper, but his hips thrusts back into your mouth with another paired whine. Your eyes widen, and you gag out at the unexpected movement, having to pull away to catch your breath. His dark hair whips back and forth, and he continues to make low mewling noises. “Huh, and you call me the pervert. What are you dreaming about, pretty?”

Levi moans into your mouth, wrapping his arms around your neck. His hips buck up into your hands, and you playfully bite his lip, earning a dramatic grunt in complaint. He grips your hair and pulls you back to his lips before you try and let out another teasing remark. Precum leaks onto your hand, and he swears that it provides more of the makeshift lube then usual. Your hand feels better than normal, strangely damp, and so warm. Did handjobs always feel this good?

He can feel his high approaching and his breaths come out quicker. “Gonna..cum. Fuck!”

You detach yourself from his lips. “No, no, no! Not yet!” You tease, voice light and almost giggly. It wasn't the first time you denied him of his release, but it was rare. You always di did pamper him.

The man scowls at you, borderline on the cusp of baring his teeth. “Why?” He demands, short and simple, but shows exactly how peeved he is. Levi is more than surprised to feel that you didn't squeeze his cock in warning. No, still the warm, tight feeling, that does not make any sense to him.

“Can you do something for me first?”

A demand from you? Unheard of. “Get on with it, I-Im close”

Your hand movements become louder and louder, and it shouldn't sound like that. It's so lewd, and the squelching noise are never that loud.

You press you lips to his ear, and a shiver runs down his spine at your breath, which is strangely cooler than usual. “Wake up, Captain.”

His eyes snap open immediately and he pants into the dark room. Levi hears it first, before he feels it. A loud slurping sort of noise, and the man feels his cock trapped between something warm, wet.

A throat. Not a hand.

He is quick to manevour himself to hold his weight on his elbows, and glances down at you, breaths coming out shallow and quick. You smile when you catch his eye, and for a second you pull away from him. You pepper his length down with kisses. “Well, well, good morning, sleepy head,” You mumble, letting another swipe of your tongue graze his thick blue vein. Then, with little hesitation, you dive back onto his cock, taking it as far as you can into your mouth.

“What are you–Fuck!” His legs instinctually bend outward, and his back arches. His head was still foggy in his half sleepen state. Was that all a dream? Was this real? He grips onto your hair, and does his best not to force you deeper onto his cock.

Levi could feel his orgasm approaching and rapidly, same as the dream. But this time it was real, and by god did it feel that way. His hips buck into your mouth and he lets out loud moans, tucking his face into the pillow to try and muffle them.

He tries to ask for permission again to cum again, hoping that this time real you wouldnt lead him on. It comes out more as a command, but you just roll your eyes with a smile, the giggle in the back of your throat sending him spiral.

“Cumming. Oh god. Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He chants, and your eyes widen in shock, but you don't pull away from his cock. He was never the one to be polite in bed, the little brat was always barking commands and half hearted complaints. He must be really enjoying this treat if he was to thank you.

You dont have time to dwell on it much, because he forces your head lower onto his cock and cums into your mouth. You wince at the taste, but bear no mind to it as you watch your lover unravel. His back still continues to arch (which you will never get over) while his eyes are shut. The noises he lets out are soft, more of a mewl and a groan, but adorable nonetheless. His whole body trembles and his legs lay out wide, shaking under the force of the orgasm.

You pull away when he is done, and wipe your lips with the back of your hand. “Taste perfect as usual. Always so good on your diet!”

He rolls his eye at you, but it doesn't hold much bite considering that the man seemed to be basking in the post orgasm glow. “You are gross. I know that shit tastes bad.”

“Nope! Anything that the Captian makes is amazing”

He throws a pillow at your face, and you pout at him, a dramatic whine slipping past your lips. “Don't call me that, I am not even your Captain anymore, brat. And stop pouting!” He demands, pulling up his boxers before letting out a big stretch.

“Why are you so mean to me?” You complain, crawling forward to lay on his chest. “After I gave you head too!”

The frown does not drop from his face, but he does trace his fingers along your face. A silent token of affection that you purr into. “Took ya long enough. Thought you forgot about it.”

You fake hurt, taking in a dramatic breath. “Of course not! I would never lie to you.” The words are light, and holds a smile in them. “And hey, dont you think you are a little spoiled? Complaining that you got a blowjob too late.”

Levi doesnt even seem to react, his facial expression remaining neutral, and his words flat. “No ‘m not. Said thank you and everything.”

To this, you do nod, practically vibrating with affection to give. It was too hard to really be upset with him. “Super polite of you! I was so impressed!”

This does make him roll his eyes. “You really think low of me, huh?”

You poke at his cheek with a smile plastered on your face. “Aww cmon dont be dramatic again. You know I dont. Oh! Also, did it help with the nightmares?” You tease, knowing exactly what type of dream he really was having. “You sounded very….Scared in your dream.”

He seems to flush red, but alas, Levi was never the one to be on the losing foot. “....Yes. Seems like you are going to have to do this for me everyday. To stop the nightmares.”

You burst out laughing, and fail to see the small grin that creeps up the dark haired man's face.

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hauntedwitch04 · 7 months

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Sam Winchester x reader

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Warnings: smut, smut, I forgot to say smut, DESTIEL BECAUSE I LOVE THEM, dirty talk

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DAY 5: Size kink

"Hey little one do you need a hand?" You hear Sam ask, hearing in his tone of voice that silly little sly smile you hate so much. You huff as still with your back turned you don't even turn to look at him, knowing you couldn't help but melt under the gaze of his green eyes. You feel him coming up behind you, his chest brushing against your back as you see his hand reach for the book you've been reaching for for more than ten minutes. His presence behind you almost makes your knees give way.

The two of you have been playing this game for weeks now, provoking the other but at the same time neither of you seems to have the courage to take matters into their own hands and drag the other into your bedroom. A few days ago Sam realized how sensitive you are to the size difference between the two of you. You have never considered yourself short, you have always been average, but next to him you look little more than a smurf. He is literally a giant, and that doesn't mean he is merely tall, but because of the life you lead he has developed a lot of muscles in his arms and chest, as well as perfect abs, and that makes him imposing, and fuck if that isn't attractive. You get lost in thinking what it must be like to be under him, enclosed between his warm body and his bed, but almost immediately you are interrupted by a cough behind you. You turn and see him with a raised eyebrow looking at you amused. Now the two of you are face to face, or rather you have your face at his chest level, and in fact you have to look up to stare into his eyes.

The man in front of you seems to be quite amused by this, in fact he leans forward a little, thinking you would move for that movement, and instead you stand still, not showing weakness.

"Careful little one your neck will hurt if you keep holding it like that. Maybe we should buy a stepladder at least you'd be able to look me in the eye without any trouble." Says Sam, a breath away from your lips.

"You giant asshole, I swear I'll cut your balls off if-" You start to threaten him, but you are interrupted by a new voice. Castiel has just entered the room and is looking at you with a questioning expression before shouting.

"Dean they are doing it again." He says to the other hunter who immediately responds to the angel, threatening you as well.

"Home run before you see things you don't want to see. And you two stop circling around the fact that you want to fuck. There's too much sexual tension in the air and no one can take it anymore. You better find a solution or I swear I'll have the next witch I meet charm you." Says the brother of the man in front of you, from the kitchen, making both you and Sammy blush.

"Fuck you Dean." Sam manages to say, not looking you in the eye. Immediately you turn away from each other, going in different directions.

You arrive in your room, close the door, and lean against it as you take a breath of relief.

You can't deny that there is not that sexual tension between the two of you that Dean accuses you of, but at the same time you don't have the courage to take that extra step for fear of being rejected because treacherously you think Sam intends all that as a kind of game between the two of you, but nothing more. You stay for a moment thinking again about the feeling of his body so big and muscular against yours. You felt so small and helpless, and yet you were not afraid, in fact all your brain could process were rather spicy situations with the youngest of the Winchesters. Then suddenly you violently detach yourself from the door, as your mind was again training itself in those overly specific thoughts of what it would be like to be fucked by Sam, placed on all fours on his bed, while he on top of you, with his chest pressed against your back, holding the bed keyboard with one strong hand to make stronger, firmer thrusts. You get lost in thinking about what it must feel like to have his kisses on your bare back with the light beard he has, what one of his strong hands gripping one of your hips must feel like, or his cock pushing in. You decide it's time for a cold shower at the very moment you're left thinking about whether the size of his member is directly proportional to everything else, hoping that at least that might bring you back to your senses a little.

You've never been much of a person who likes to go to parties, but you certainly can't say no to a nice evening with your favorite people spent drinking and singing your favorite songs. By now it is very late and both Dean and Cas have gone to bed, no matter how much the last one doesn't sleep, but by now since they had declared themselves to each other they had created a routine, thanks to which the oldest of the Winchesters is finally able to sleep without nightmares. You are happy forni your friends, they both deserve the small portion of happiness that fate has reserved for them, and on the contrary you wish they had fi more. Since they've gone to bed, though, you and Sam are left alone, with more than ample amount of alcohol in your system, which is a bit dangerous considering the thoughts some days that led you to take a shower so cold that even penguins would beat their beaks for cold.

You and young Winchester spent those days avoiding each other, and when you couldn't, all you could do was avoid each other's gaze and not blush.

You remain silent again, enjoying that peace to which you are not very accustomed. You are sitting side by side, and you can't help but slowly move closer to his body, attracted by the warmth it produces.

It seems like hours go by, and maybe it's only a few minutes, but eventually he interrupts that state of stillness.

"Can I ask you a question?" Sammy asks, turning toward you, and you can't help but be a little annoyed by his question, but you nod as you down some more alcohol. He seems to consider what words to use.

"Have you ever thought of anything more than this between us?" The man asks, looking you in the eye. You pause with your glass in midair, petrified by that question. For a moment it crosses your mind that he has figured out how you feel about him, but then you look at him and see him waiting for your answer and realize that he is really only asking you out of pure curiosity.

"Why did you think of that?" You ask in turn defensively. You see him hesitate for a moment as you did a few seconds earlier, but eventually he flashes you a smile, regaining all the resourcefulness he has shown in this last period.

"Oh little one, I'm afraid I'd scare you if I told you all the things I've been thinking about doing with you." He says in a rough, sensual voice, and you immediately feel a shiver go down your spine. You feel him move closer to you, while you remain still, afraid that if you moved even a finger, this whole situation would vanish like a soap bubble. You think more than once that all this is a dream produced by the alcohol in your system, then you feel his lips on your neck and realize that it is all true.

"Well you could show me a couple of things you've imagined doing with me, and I'll tell you if they're the same things I've thought of." I say in a whisper, as he continues to nibble on my neck, leaving sweet kisses at times.

"You're going to fucking kill me sooner or later." Sam comments before standing up, and with a smooth, quick movement, hoisting me onto his shoulder. I let out a soft yelp, before starting to bombard him with threats and questions.

"Sam Winchester, let me go now! Where are you taking me?" I ask, trying not to give away that just that simple gesture that showcased his strength and how much bigger he was physically than you was turning you on.

"In the room, unless you want to be fucked here where anyone could walk in at any moment. I didn't take you for that kind of person, but we could always try it another time." He says chuckling, while you in response punch him lightly in the back. "Besides, from here I have a first-class view of your ass." He continues nonchalantly, and you can't help but blush.

"Sam!" You take him back, but he immediately doesn't give you time to continue.

"Little one, don't be an angel, because we both know how many times you've thought about doing dirty things with me, and you can't even lie because it was all over your face." Notices Sam, scolding you as one scolds a child who has eaten too much candy.

"Like you had a marble mask on, and you couldn't see all the times you looked at my boobs." You comment, as you try to figure out by now where you are, but the corridors of the bunker are all dark and you can't quite get your bearings.

"It's not my fault you have particularly nice tits." He replies, as if it were a given, and you can't help but laugh at the situation. Your laughter is interrupted, however, when Sam throws you onto what you recognize to be his bed.

The playful air that had been created disappears in an instant and gives way to a new tension, steeped in passion and mischief. The youngest Winchester slides all the way down your body until his plump lips are inches from yours. The feel of his body, so large compared to yours, is even better than you had imagined. He spends a few seconds teasing you, kissing all over your face and the area near your mouth, but he doesn't touch your lips a single time, until you slip your hands into his hair and force him to do so. He smiles against your lips, and when you pull away to get some air, he teases you.

"Someone is a little impatient, what can't you wait to feel my cock inside you anymore?" He asks rhetorically, while his hands begin working to remove the several layers of clothes you are wearing.

"All promises Winchester, it's time to keep them." You say, trying to answer him again in kind as pleasure begins to work its way through you.

"You'll regret this shamelessness little one, another time, not today, but next time I won't be as good to you as I will be this time."

Quickly he removes the few clothes you have on while you do the same to him, a little groggy from pleasure and a little from alcohol.

He kisses your neck, leaving red, biting marks as he slowly moves down to your breasts, to remove the bra you still have on. He takes one of your nipples in his teeth, while the other teases it with his hand.

Once he is done torturing your breasts, he goes down to your navel with his kisses and then gently bites your panties. A shiver runs through you again as you feel his lips graze the skin of your legs, while he stares into your eyes and pulls them off with such slowness that you feel faint before long at how hard your heart is beating.

"You better get moving Winchester." You try to threaten him, once he completely peels off the penultimate layer of clothing that stood between you and him, since he still has his boxers on.

"Or what small thing? I don't think you're in a position to threaten me." He comments amused, before returning to your center, and leaving sweet kisses all around in your inner thigh. You can't help but sigh as you slip a hand into his soft, long hair, trying to take him where you most desire.

"Fuck you." That's all you can say in response, and he can't help but laugh. Eventually Sam lets you guide him where you want him, and finally his lips meet those of your pussy. You can't help but let out a moan mixed with a scream as the man squeezes your clit between his teeth as he had done with your nipples earlier. With his tongue he continues to lick you, slowly increasing the pleasure.

Suasult when you also feel his fingers join in the torture, as he rhythmically works them into you. His fingers are long and big, enough to reach all the right places, and make you wriggle between the covers of the now unmade bed, making you clutch the sheet so tight you thought it would tear.

Eventually, faster than it had ever happened to you, you feel the orgasm coming, with the impetuosity of a wave ready to sweep whatever it meets in its path.

"Sam- fuck- please don't stop." You beg him, as you continue to move your hips under his mouth to create more friction.

"Oh my little one is cumming?" He asks, pulling away from you slightly.

"Sam, please." You beg him again as you run a hand through his hair again, and he can't help but moan as you do so.

He doesn't respond to you, but his actions speak for themselves as he again begins to lick your center as he speeds his fingers entering your pussy. A few minutes pass and you finally reach orgasm, and for a second you think you lose contact with the whole world. All you hear in your ears is blood pulsing, your eyes narrowed as your lips hold back a scream, while your hands continue to cling tightly to Sam's hair. Once you regain your breath and some clarity you stop and look at Sammy who is now looking at you seriously. Around your mouth you can still see the remnants of the otherworldly experience you just had.

"Are you okay?" He asks you as he licks his lips.

"Never felt better." You answer, as you signal for him to come up. He complies and comes with his face at the same height as yours. You kiss him softly, and he can't help but do the same. It is very different from the kiss you shared earlier, passionate and impetuous, but no less sensual and beautiful. Then suddenly you take him by surprise and reverse the situation by finding yourself on top of him.

"Now it's my turn to torture you a little." You whisper in his ear before moving down to his boxers. You slip them off him the same way he took off your underwear, which is with your teeth, and you hear him cursing as you brush against his now very obvious erection. Then unable to hold back you take his member with your hands, and like everything in your body it seems to be huge compared to you, but in this case you don't really know if it is your point of view or is objective. You tease his entire length with your tongue, before starting to suck lightly at the tip, while moving your hand along everything else you don't touch. Immediately his hand, almost as big as your head, gets stuck in your hair and begins to send you further and further down, at the pace he likes best. That's how Sam begins to fuck your mouth, at first slower, going steadily increasing, so that the last thrusts you feel his cock coming down your throat, and you can't help but get aroused when you feel the air miss you. He continues this game for a few minutes, until with a series of moans where he screams your name he doesn't cum in your mouth, and you swallow everything he gives you.

"That's my girl." Sammy comments as he catches his breath, but you see a spark in his eyes that tells you you're not even close to the end.

"So far we've been playing, now comes the main course." He continues, as again he reverses the situation, bringing you under him. You feel one of your thighs open, and with his knee he stimulates your pussy. Immediately you let out a scream that he silences with his lips. You begin to kiss more and more passionately as you feel him driving his cock in front of your entrance. The moment he is about to push in for the first time, you stop him by asking him a question?

"Are you sure it fits?" You ask slightly frightened by his size, and excited at the same time. He looks at you and chuckles a little, throwing his head into the crook of your neck.

"It's just that I've never had anyone so ...great, it's no laughing matter Winchester!" You continue, chuckling in turn. He kisses you gently on the nose before answering you.

"I promise in case it does you, you'll just have to tell me and we'll stop right away, okay?" He asks seriously, watching you as he moves a strand of hair away from your face. "Besides, I think the orgasm has prepared you well honey." He finishes by winking at you. He kisses you again but this one more gently, trying to distract you. You feel him enter you, and for a moment you think you have died and are in your own little piece of heaven.

"Are you okay little one?" Sam asks seeing your closed eyes and clenched fists holding the pillow.

"Oh God, Winchester you better move your ass and fuck me before I come at this exact moment." You whisper, as you release one hand to bring him to you and kiss him. You feel him begin to thrust in and out of you, picking up a rather fast pace as he stimulates one of your breasts with one hand and his lips are busy making more marks on your neck, lest he cry out your name in pleasure. You are not much better off, so much so that at one point you feel an iron taste of blood in your mouth from how much you bit your lips to keep Cas and Dean from hearing you. You keep moving in unison, seeking pure pleasure.

"God baby, you are so perfect. You don't know how much I've dreamed of having you under me, screaming my name, rocking your world." Sam comments, before kissing one of your breasts. "I love your body, so small compared to mine, so much that I'm afraid I'll break you every time I touch you, but at the same time so sinful that I can't stop myself from doing the worst sins they ever came up with even in hell."

You fail to respond too caught up in everything the boy is making you feel. You feel like it's the first time in years you've breathed again, the first time you've really tasted oxygen.

"Sam, please, I'm going to-" You are interrupted by a kiss from him.

"Me too baby." He replies after pulling away from your lips. "Your pussy is squeezing my cock so hard, I think I'm about to go crazy." He comments, and it seems that his words are the keys to reach again that already before, only with his fingers had you tasted, but that was but a paltry appetizer, this was of the magnitude of a wedding feast. Your whole body quivers with force, as your center, in pleasure, tightens even tighter around his size, making you feel the size of his member even more.

Just as Sam's words were for you, for him it seems that your orgasm triggers his, in fact when you finally seem to have regained some mental clarity, after spending several minutes with your mind clouded, drowsy with pleasure, you feel your womb being filled with his seed, and you have another orgasm, smaller than before, but still quite important.

It is some time before both of you have caught your breath, in each other's arms. You remain in silence enjoying the warmth of the naked body of the person you love by your side. Then without saying a word Sam moves to your side and encircles you with his arms, having spread a blanket over your uncovered bodies. You fall asleep within minutes, with a smile on your lips, both of you happy to be close to the one you love, and especially happy to know that the one you love loves you back.

BONUS (I can't help it, I love bonuses too much :) )

Dean sits at the kitchen table as Cas hands him a steaming cup of coffee. He thanks him with a whisper before sipping his drink in silence. The only noise in the room is that of the liquid slipping over his lips as the two lovers stare into the void, lost in their own thoughts. Eventually it is the angel who breaks the silence.

"We need to soundproof the rooms better." He comments, and Dean can make no more than a sound of approval. They had not slept a wink because of your shouting, and as happy as they were to know that now the tension between the two of you had been cleared up, they also did not want to hear how their nephew was created, since his brother and you had not made much effort to be quiet. And this was not the first time. Since you had come out to each other now almost a month ago, every night you had done nothing but shout each other's names in pleasure, so much so that often both Dean and Cas had decided to go for a drive, but they couldn't take it anymore.

"You're damn right." Dean says before taking another sip of coffee. "You know I almost preferred it when they hadn't come out, now I'm afraid to turn the corner and watch them procreate on the library table." Dean comments amused, finishing his drink as he sees his boyfriend shoot him a look and a smile.

"As if we never did." Cas says, laughing.

"But they don't know that." Dean replies, giving him a wink, then getting up and leaving a gentle kiss on his forehead and heading out of the room, obviously checking to make sure you are not in it.

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woso-dreamzzz · 3 months

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Surgery III

Mapi Leon x Ingrid Engen x Child!Reader

Summary: Mami wants another one

Because of your superpower, Mami says that you make a lot of assumptions. She says it's because your brain makes lots of different connections that other people wouldn't. Sometimes you just assume things because of it.

You don't know what that means but you just nod and smile because Ingrid says that's what you need to do to get Mami to stop talking sometimes.

You're completely enamoured with the washing machine spinning when Ingrid swears. Or, you think she swears. Sometimes she says stuff in Norwegian that she tells you not to repeat because it's naughty so you assume those are swear words.

She doesn't swear a lot but you know to ignore it anyway, focussing on the way the washing machine spins. You'd tried to get in it once with Bagheera so you could both spin but Mami got angry at you and talked for ages for you smiled and nodded as your mind wandered to whether or not you could fit in Bagheera's cat tree.

"Cub," Ingrid groans and your name makes you turn.

She's holding one of your toy trucks. It's big and yellow and it's like the ones that the people building the apartments down the street use to move all their big rocks.

You smile toothily at Ingrid and reach your hand out for your toy.

"I asked you to clean up your mess a while ago, cub," She says, not giving your toy to you.

You frown. Ingrid did tell you to do that but you'd gotten distracted by Bagheera and then the rumble of the washing machine. You like the washing machine so you sat in front of it.

"My toy," You say.

"We need to clean up," Ingrid says," It's very messy."

You don't see the problem. Your things are strewn all over the room but you know where everything is so it shouldn't be a problem. But Ingrid likes things neat and tidy.

You think that's why Mami is dating her because Mami is messy and she needs someone to organise her things like how Ingrid helps you organise your thoughts.

You like Ingrid though and want to keep her happy because she's the boss in the house.

You get a bit distracted as you go to pick up your digger, making little engine noises with your mouth. You're not really sure how engine noises sound so you just mimic the sound of the washing machine instead.

You ram it into the wall a few times as Mami comes into the room.

She's holding Bagheera.

"Oh, please, Ingrid," Mami says," It won't be much trouble. Please, let's get another one."

You wonder what Mami is talking about. You put your truck away and reach for your lion cub, making it purr like the washing machine as you get out your magic wiggles.

You mull over Mami's words. You don't go to nursery a lot (Ingrid says that they don't accommodate your add with an h somewhere well so you only go when you absolutely have to) but the last time you went, there was a little boy who said that his mum begged his papa for another baby and she got one.

If that's what Mami is talking about, you don't like it. You don't want a new baby because if Mami gets a new baby then maybe you won't be lion cub anymore because the baby will be younger than you so they'll get your nickname.

You don't want a new nickname because you're Mami and Ingrid's cub.

Your thoughts make your magic wiggles a bit worse than better, especially when Mami mentions your name.

"It'd be good for y/n," She says," You've always said it was good for you when you were younger."

Ingrid makes a face. "That's different and you know it. We had a bigger house when I was younger. There's not enough space here."

You're glad Ingrid is speaking up because adults don't always listen to little kids. You know this because sometimes the adults at nursery don't like you running around when you have the magic wiggles even though Ingrid tells you it's the best way to get them out.

You hope Mami listens to Ingrid because you definitely don't want the new baby that Mami must want.

"Please, Ingrid," Mami says," We can make room! y/n would love it! It could share her bed."

You freeze instantly. Your brain screeches to a halt as you work out what Mami's just said.

You're up on your feet, throwing your lion cub to the ground and screeching. It's very high pitched and it makes your ears ring a little bit. You stamp your foot.

"No!" You say," Not in my bed!"

You don't want to share your bed anymore than you want to share your Mami and your Ingrid.

"No! No! No!" You cry.

You couldn't get your magic wiggles out earlier but they're all coming out now as you scream and cry as much as your little body will allow.

"Why?" Mami asks," You let Bagheera sleep in bed with you."

"My Bagheera!" You say through your tears.

Mami tries to go to soothe you but you shriek again and hide behind Ingrid because she doesn't want this new baby either and she won't betray you like Mami is.

"Si," Mami says," Your Bagheera. But you love Bagheera a lot."

You nod.

"Don't you want to have another friend to play with?"

You shake your head. "No! No new baby! Just me!"

Mami looks at you strangely. "I know," She says," You're the only baby we'll have. We know that."

It's your turn to look strange at Mami now and you peek out from behind Ingrid's leg to look at her. You sniffle. "Why're you askin' for another one if you know it's just me?"

Mami laughs slightly, a smiling tugging at her lips. "I'm sorry, cub. I should have been more clear."

"Mapi," Ingrid says warningly," No."

"Oh come on, it'll be good for her. It'll teach her responsibility."

You frown. "What will?"

"I've been thinking." Mami eases down to your height. "You're a big girl now and you love Bagheera a lot but she's technically Mami's, right?"

You nod.

"Well, how about we get you a kitten for yourself? Wouldn't that be fun?"

"Mapi!"

You nod quickly and Mami smiles.

"Well," She says," You just have to convince Ingrid. Because she's the boss, remember?"

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diaryofanidiot · 10 months

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The Experiments

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Chapter list: Prologue, <1>, 2, 3, 4, 5

Cw: Swearing; torture; blood; medical experiments; panic attacks; malnourishment

Summary: For over a year, Y/N was held in a soviet experimentation facility. Forced to fight and claw her way to live, she managed to stay alive. When the 141 rescues her, they get way more intel than bargained for.

Chapter One

"What the bloody fuck is this..." A gruff voice spoke. I slowly looked up with wide eyes and nearly shat myself at the sight.

A giant behemoth of a man in a skull mask stood still, his body language relaxed but on guard as he stared in my direction.

His boots clunked heavily on the floor as he approached me, his gun still held at the ready but not pointed in my direction. I couldn't see his face, but his frown was apparent in his voice.

"Mactavish, I've found something... or someone, rather." He said, tuning in on his radio. I never once took my eyes off of him, unsure of if he was even real or not. Perhaps I had already died and this was the grim reaper to take me away...

"I don't understand, L.T." A staticky voice came through his radio.

"A woman. In a cage."

"Last I checked this wasn't a sex dungeon." The voice on the radio had a Scottish accent, dripping with amusement.

"Not joking." The British skull faced man said gruffly. "Finish clearing out the building. Then get to the rendezvous. I'll meet you there."

"Copy."

As he finished giving his orders, he knelt down next to the cage. "Who are you?" He demanded.

I scrambled back in the cage until the bars pressed against my bare back. I tried to speak, but my voice only came out in cracks after long-term misuse.

"Ah. Gotcha." He seemed to understand, or maybe he simply thought I was a mute. I saw his eyes flicker up toward the label on the cage.

"Subject 237: "Banshee"." He read aloud. "Stay where you are. I'm opening this blasted thing." He warned. "Try anything and you're dead."

I nodded slowly, desperate to let him know that I understood English. My eyes never left him as he shot the lock on the cage, despite my flinching at the sound.

"Out you go." He demanded, his gun still at the ready. My knees protested in pain as I crawled toward the entrance of my cramped confinement. I had almost forgotten about the chain and collar around my neck.

I could see his eyes widen slightly as I crawled into whatever light the room had offered; they darted around my scarred naked form as he observed me.

"Fuck did they do to you..." He mumbled below his breath.

The chains length only went so far for me to get an inch of room past the cage door. He knelt down in front of me. My traumatized brain flashing danger signs with every movement.

"I won't hurt you." He said in a low tone, one hand coming up to reassure me. "Not unless you try to hurt me. Just need to take this off..."

His hand darted toward the chain around my neck, causing me to flinch at the rapid movement. I could hear him curse underneath his mask as he realized a key was needed.

"Wait. Here." He ordered, standing back to full height before he went to raid the dead corpses in search of the key. He found it on the assistant's body with impressive speed before walking back over and swiftly removing the steel collar that kept me in place.

I hissed in pain once more as the cold damp air hit the sores on my neck, my hand going up to rub them instinctively. His hand was on my wrist now, stopping me from rubbing.

"We should get a doctor on that. Or on you in general..." His gun was lowered now, seeing as I had made no room to attack him. "Do you have a name?"

Once his hand was off my wrist, I pointed a shakey finger toward the label on the cage. He shook his head at this. "No, that's what they called you. I mean a real name." He insisted.

I frowned and looked to the ground. I had one. Over the course of a year, somehow, it had fled my memory. Nobody called me it anymore anyway. I turned my gaze back toward him with an apologetic look.

He sighed. "No matter. It'll come back to you. Let's get you out of here."

He swiftly walked over toward the scientist and removed the lab coat from the corpse.

"Put this on." He demanded, handing it to me. I complied. The fabric swallowed my malnourished body as I looked down, as if just now realized how gaunt my once healthy body had become.

He seemed to be looking at me expectantly. My legs tried to hold me up, screaming in agony as I stood slowly with atrophied muscles. I stumbled, my knees slamming against the linoleum tile. I cringed in pain as they did.

"Fuck." I heard him say before I was lifted and thrown over his shoulder. "Let's get you out of here." I watched as he seemed to notice a file on the table... my file. He snatched it up quickly and stored it away before the same voice I had heard earlier came in on the radio.

"L.T., you copy?"

He spoke into his radio with a sense of urgency. "Aye."

"I'm at the Rendezvous point now. The building's cleared, so you should have a clear path as long as there's no stragglers."

"You have my appreciation." If it were possible to hear a smirk, you could swear he wore one under the mask.

"Get here safely, and you'll have mine, Sir."

The radio went silent once more as I was carried out to the hall like a rag doll. Hell, I probably weighed less than one at this point. My eyes were wide as I saw all the death that littered the building.

Unable to push down the sick sense of satisfaction that came from seeing my tormentors dead on the ground, I managed the smallest hint of a smile. The first one I've worn in what seemed like forever.

The man on the radio was right. A path was completely cleared, seeing as my rescuer never once had to stop for any threats.

Until we exited the building, at least...

Gunshots were pouring out as my eyes adjusted to the rising sun, unaccustomed to the light. I felt my body thrown behind something as my rescuer took cover beside me, firing multiple shots.

Once my eyes adjusted, I blinked them open to see we were behind a set of barrels. I managed a small peak at our assailants before I was forced back behind the cover with an angry "stay."

I frowned as he continued making his shots before requesting backup. I guessed the soviets really didn't want him escaping this one with how many men were sent.

Opening my mouth to try to speak, my voice cracked and strained severely. "Ears..." I mustered. I saw his eyes flicker to me for half a second before refocusing on his targets.

"Ears." I tried again, miming for him to cover them.

"Noise reduction headphones, kid." He said gruffly. It was then I noticed that his ears were already covered.

I glanced back once more, placing a hand on his arm to prepare him slightly as I gathered all the strength I could.

I screamed. The supernatural-esque sound reached nearly two hundred decibles, equivalent to a large bomb. I heard glass shattering and the sounds of people crying out in pain. My throat was raw by the time I let my screaming fade to an end.

The enemy gunfire ceased, and even the man beside me looked temporally disoriented. He grunted as he got his bearings back and shot those writhing on the ground in pain. They weren't wearing ear protection, I noted, finally looking up from my spot behind the steel barrels. They must've been deployed in a hurry.

Once the waves of gunfire ceased, I heard a shuffling motion and a click beside me. My rescuers gun was now to my head.

I looked at him with wide, fearful eyes as he stared me down.

"What the fuck are you?" He demanded. I flinched, but the scream had left my throat too damaged to speak. I could only croak out a few sounds, none of them enough for form even a single word.

"Don't. Move." He demanded, pulling out the file he had snatched earlier from its space between his vest and his chest.

I watched him with unblinking eyes as he opened it. "Are you even human anymore?" He asked seemingly to himself as he scanned the front page of the file.

Something he read caught his eye before his gaze landed on my frightened expression once more. "Show me your teeth."

Hesitantly, I opened my mouth. The barrel of his gun moving to pull my lip back further. I could've sworn I stopped breathing as he revealed the pair of sharp fangs that had been surgically fastened to my canines. His eyes then lowered to my throat. Underneath the sores was a jagged surgical scar where they had altered my vocal chords.

I couldn't read his expression due to his mask, and his eyes said nothing.

"You scream like that again and I'll kill you." He stated matter-of-factly. He didn't seem to care that I just gave him a major advantage against his enemies. I watched him cancel the request for backup before I was thrown over his shoulder once more.

The Rendezvous wasn't far; he experienced no more hiccups in getting me there. I blinked as I observed the abandoned factory, the floor creaking with each of his heavy steps.

I felt my weak body stumble as I was set down on the floor. I winced in pain before a new set of footsteps approached.

"Good to see ya, Sir." The voice that once cracked through radio waves was now just in front of me. I looked up to put a face to a voice. This man wasn't masked, I managed to get a good look at his face.

"Sergeant." The tense tone in my rescuer's voice was gone now as he greeted the other. I listened in as he updated his teammate on the situation.

"Experiments?" His Scottish accent was thick with confusion. His attention turned to me as he knelt down to my place on the ground. He seemed to be observing me, a slight crease between his eyebrows as he did.

Not a trace of fear entered his eyes even once as he looked at me. "Call me Soap, lass."

I blinked at his friendliness, a stark contrast to the other man's battle hardened tone.

"That over there, That's Ghost. He's the one who got you out of there." Soap's hand went to his hip as he unlatched something from his vest and held it out to me. "You'll probably be wanting this."

It took a minute for me to realize what was in his hands but once it clicked, I snatched the canteen quickly and fumbled it open. I heard him chuckle as I drank greedily, the room temperature water doing wonders for my dry throat.

"Slow your roll and don't drown yourself." He lightly lectured as I pulled away in a coughing fit once my greed bit me in the ass by sending water down the wrong pipe.

I watched him turn to Ghost, a quizzical look in his eyes. "She doesn't appear dangerous."

"Appearances can decieve." Was Ghost's response. "Show him your teeth."

I cringed at having to go through this again before I bared my fangs hesitantly. "She was heavily altered. I'm assuming they were creating human weapons."

"That all?" Soap scoffed, seemingly not intimidated. Ghost shook his head.

"They called her Banshee. Her vocal cords are altered as well. I watched her practically burst the eardrums of five enemy soldiers. Hell, nearly had my own eardrums bleeding."

Soap nodded and took the canteen back as I handed it to him. "She's so scrawny. How long have you been there?" He asked me.

Ghost placed a hand on his shoulder. "Her voice is fried. Gonna have to get back to the compound and have a more thorough look at her file. Where are the others?"

Soap stood to his full height. "Gaz and Price are clearing out another facility nearby. They should be here soon."

A new voice called out, turning the heads of all three of us.

"Soon? Try now."

The two strangers, we'll at least strangers to me, walked up. The older man looked at me with an expression I couldn't quite identify before speaking.

"Ghost.... fill us in."

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Typos? In my fanfic? Liar. (Pls point them out to me as we don't do roughdrafts in this household. We die like Roach here 🫡)

A/N: thank you all for the love this got from just the Prologue alone <3 sorry if anything feels off. I'm a secondhand fan and never touched the games lol.

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hearts4chriss · 3 months

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Princess.

bad boy! Chris x nerd! Poc reader

prompt: Chris notices you, just a regular girl, pretty nerd, focused on her studies and nothing else, Chris has this attraction to you, his goal is to get ur attention and absolutely destroy you and ur innocence all together, a school project just might be his trick

inspired by: @luv4kozume my mama and talented queen go read her shit now

Part 7

warnings: reader is on BC!! overstimulation, rough sex ( p in v ), degrading, hair pulling, use of pet names ( good girl, sweetheart, baby ), ass slapping, teasing, manipulation ??, aftercare tho!!

“Fucking hell” I say to myself, I had a project with the nerd. Now ur probably like “Chris she’s just a nerd come on” She’s not ur regular nerd, she’s just innocent as shit, never had sex, never received head or pleasure from anyone focussed on her studies but I’ve heard her talk to her friends, she’s got a dirty mouth one i'd love to put to good use.

the second we got assigned partners for a chemistry project a smirk curved across my lips. I see her turn back to me and give me an innocent welcoming smile. fuck that was enough to make cum in my pants. the way her clear glasses sit on her cute little nose, her plump lips with a layer of gloss on them. and damn that uniform on her.

the way her skirt rides up when she sits down allowing me to get a good look at her ass, I see her light purple panties from here just a bit. Nobody else was looking at her, more focused on the basic ass bitches whose asses were purposely exposed. whores.

Fuck I couldn't take my eyes off her, the way she pulled her skirt down in the back, she could bare the fact the school's skirts were so short her ass was poking out. Her stockings climb up her thighs and her dress shoes dangle off her feet, the blazer fits perfectly around her skirt, and the white button-up shirt school rules top two buttons for all girls must be undone, Fuck- her tits sat so perfectly in it,

And then shit don't get me started on the tie. I've always pictured me putting mine around her pulling it as I fucked her. She was so damn innocent, the way she'd look back every now and then to see me because we were partners and give me that same smile innocent smile, as I was thinking about ruining her pussy. The only thing stopping me was the fact we were in class, but shit- I swear when I have her alone I was gonna fuck her so good, ruin her innocence entirely.

Eventually class was over and so was school, which meant It was about to just us.

Your Pov now

I got up from my seat and made my way out of class to wait for chris, I readjust my glasses and apply some more lip gloss.

The boy walks out and I give him a small smile and he gives me a smirk looking down at me and biting his lip, I just shrug it off and he opens his car door for me and we start driving back to his house

"Are you excited about our project Chris?" I asked him softly trying to kill the silence

Fuck her voice, it was so soft and sweet. just imaging her moaning was even better, I let out a soft groan feeling my dick press against my pants before I respond to her.

“Oh yeah for sure I cant wait.” to fuck ur brains out till you can't take it anymore.

We arrived at his house and we walked inside and his parents weren't home so he offered to work in his room and I nodded and we walked. upstairs into it and sat on his bed.

I smiled and took my computer out and laid on my stomach and began to start a slide show.

Fuck- does she know what she's doing? I felt my dick get even harder a small wet spot appearing on my pants.

I sat and watched this hot nerd on my bed and realized.

We were not gonna get anything done tonight.

I began to un do my belt and slip my pants and boxers down, I tossed my blazer on the floor and my shirt and tie approaching her.

I slowly lifted up her skirt and pull her light purple panties down staring at her bare ass, she had no idea. Fuck the surprise she was in for.

I press my dick against her sliding into her as she let out a moan fuck she was so tight.

“Chris- wh- o-oh god”- she moaned, it rang in my ears.

“is this okay?” I asked, I wanted to make sure she was okay with what I was about to do to her.

“mmph- y-yes- she stutters” I could hear her struggling it was pretty cute.

I took her skirt off and blazer allowing me to grip her hips and thrust in her quickly, her moans growing louder as I moved her computer to my nightstand.

“Ur pussy's so tight baby fuck-“ I groan as her wetness coated my dick allowing me to start pounding into her, her moans got louder as she moans my name and fuck did it turn me.

“Fuck c'mere-“I say impatiently arching her back and pushing her face into the pillow before pounding into her again.

“C-chris o-oh god-“ she cries out gripping my sheets as I saw her glasses fogging up from her heavy breathing, I knew this was probably a lot for her but I was dying to fuck her.

My hips snapping with hers sounded euphoric as she cried out my name, I did what she least expected.

I pulled her hair and thrusted into her harshly my hips snapped harshly on her ass and she squealed at the sudden roughness.

“Oh God- I-chris-“ She cries out and I decide to opt for slower and deep thrusts knocking the wind out of her lunges.

“Not so innocent now are you sweetheart.” I said with a smirk getting impatient at the pace so I shoved her face into the pillow starting to pound in her again the moans and heavy breathing of this innocent girl grew louder again.

“Shit shit shit-“ curses leave her mouth and I chuckle darkly

“hm, you've got a dirty mouth, don't you?” I whisper into her ear and she moans in response, she sounds so beautiful like this.

she fits so snug around me. I felt her squeeze tightly around my dick and I groan in response at how quickly I was about to make her cum and me as well as I twitch inside her.

“You on the pill baby?” I asked her and she nodded and I pull her hair roughly

“Use ur words princess.” I say still pounding into her.

“I-I-am- f-fuck-“ she stutters out and moans my lips curling into a playful smile.

“Good girl, you can cum now.l I say as I harshly snap my hips feeling her cum on my cock and I release inside of her.

I pulled out watching our cum drip out of her pussy thats when I realized, I was nowhere near finished with her.

“On ur stomach for me?” i asked her and she immediately complied.

I unbottoned her shirt leaving her tie on seeing her fully naked wearing just a tie makes my dick perk up again.

I slap my tip on her folds and she whimpered.

I spread her legs pushing them against her chest and slip inside her easily and she cries out at me pounding into her with force rocking her small body on the bed.

watched her stomach seeing my bulge and I chuckled seeing her eyes squeeze shut and her glasses start slipping from her face.

“Ugh F-fuck- my glasses-“ she cries out as they started falling off onto her body from how hard I was fucking her.

“fuck- push em up for me yeah?” I sighed deeply and she reached a shaken hand pushing the frames back on her face.

She looks so hot like this, all fucked out on my bed for me and she has no idea this was only the beginning

“C-Chris ngh- I-c-can’t-“ she stutters as I watch the tears form in her eyes from the overwhelming pleasure I was giving her, the way her tits were pressed up against her body as I held her legs up easily slipping in and out of her wet pussy.

“come on baby, your taking me so well- shit-“ I grunted angling my hips to come in contact with hers more quickly and harshly and hearing her whimpers was so fucking hot.

I attach my thumb to her clit rubbing it in circles and she squealed at the sudden contact from her sensitivity.

“Shit Chris- I-t-the project!” She screams out my name and I smirk at her innocence, I had never thought about the damn project.

“oh princess you really think that’s what I care about?” I say snapping my hips with hers once more pounding her pretty pussy and she curses my name.

“I’ve only been thinking about fucking that pretty ass of yours for days, shit you and that skirt-“ I chuckle drawing figure 8s on her swollen clit and her thighs tremble in my hands.

“Fuck- mphm oh g-god-“ she cries out, her body trembling in my hands her body covered in a thin layer of sweat, her cute classes now discarded.

“Hm? What was that sweetheart?” I smirk pulling her tie making her gulp and her eyes widen as I pull it and thrust into her roughly, the sounds of my hips and her thighs slapping fuck- I could’ve cum right there.

“CHRIS- p-please-“ she stutters gripping the sheets and my finger tips needing her plush thighs as she begs for an orgasm.

“You need to cum?” I say leaning over in her ear.

“Y-yes god-“ she whimpers arching her back.

I decided I would let her cum under one condition.

“princess I’m the only one who’s aloud to fuck you from now on got it?” I say placing my tongue around her nipple sucking softly and she groans.

“Y-yes I-i got it-“ she cries out and I rocked her body harder rubbing her clit and she tightens around me before beginning to squirt, she didn’t stop.

“Fuck you just squirted all over me-“ I chuckle slowing my thrusts.

“Mmph- I’m sorry- I-“ she stutters and I shake my head and chuckle.

“It’s okay honey I’ll take care of you”. I smile and pull out of her smirking seeing proudly at the mess I made of this girl, her thighs shake a bit, our cum dripping out of her and the wet patch on my sheets from her squirting just now. Her face a little teary and fuck she looked so hot all fucked out for me.

I picked up her body and ran her a bath and sat her on the counter for a second

“Spread ur legs for me mama.” I ask her calmly and she does so and I take a warm cloth and rub slowly between her legs and she winces.

“S-sensitive”- she whimpers and I stop and place her in the warm water

“Sorry.” I smile putting her braids in a bun and she sighs in the water.

“thank you for taking care me-“ she sighs smiling at me innocently.

the rest of the night consists of me making sure she was okay

Oh and the project? She, yes ms nerdy herself, asked for an extension

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afictionalwhor3 · 6 months

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Mrs. Serensin

A/N: Back again from the dead lol. College is kicking my ass I cannot even lie. Also, I've been pissed at the lack of diversity in fandoms/fan fics until I realized I can literally change that lol so here's my take enjoy. One shot, I wrote wherever the wind took me.

Dad!Jake Serensin x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, established relationship, fluff (Jake and reader being domestic and in love), only minorly proofread.

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It wasn't the warm sun on your skin that woke you up. Or even the usual patter of feet and knocking at your door that pulled you abruptly from sleep. It was the feeling of soft lips on your skin. Feather light and if you didn't focus you might've missed them. You stirred softly looking over your shoulder as Jake looked back at you with those gorgeous green eyes you fell in love with so many years ago.

"Morning Mrs. Serensin" He says with that famous boyish grin on his face as he presses a soft kiss to your lips.

"Morning" You mumble wiping your eyes after you kiss him back. "What time is it? Where are the kids?" You asked him. In seemingly no rush Jake went back to his previous role applying warm kisses to the column on your throat and along your shoulder. As much as you wanted to enjoy the moment you couldn't help but anticipate the screaming of children.

"Relax... kids are still sleeping. It's pretty early. It's just me and you darling" He says and some of his Texas drawl slips out making you smile. You lay on your back to properly look at him your hands tracing over his exposed chest down to his defined stomach. His ability to keep up with his physique while parenting three kids always ceased to amaze you. Jake smirks down at you putting his hands on your hips and giving them a squeeze.

"So are you telling me Mr. Serensin that I have you all to myself for the unforseeable future?" You ask smiling at him as he leans in close to you.

"You do Mrs. Serensin. But I don't know for how long so I plan on making the most of it," He says pressing his lips to yours passionately as you wrap your legs around his waist. After your third child, you were scared that yours and Jake's sex life would die down, or maybe he wouldn't even find you attractive anymore. Boy, you couldn't be further from the truth. You could swear that after each kid Jake only began to worship you more.

"You're gorgeous. Always so pretty" Jake whispers to himself when he pulls away from your lip to kiss at your jaw. He then quickly gets rid of his old navy shirt you had on. Slipping a finger up your slit smirking as you whimper. "Always so wet for me mama. I love it." He says pressing his lips to yours again as he slides a finger into your pussy making you moan.

"Jake please. I need you so bad. No teasing please," You beg. The nagging feeling of getting caught lingering at the back of your brain and you don't know what you'd with yourself if this moment between you two was interrupted. Jake slides another finger into you curling them just right to make your eyes roll back as you grab his wrist.

"There you go baby. I got ya. Always gotta make sure you're ready for me." Jake says pressing kisses to your collarbone as he gently pulls his fingers out and takes off his boxers. He guides himself up to your slit teasing you briefly before slowly sliding himself inside your heat both of you letting out breaths of pleasure. "Fuck you're always so tight for me mama. Three kids and you're still tight as the first night we met" Jake breathes into your neck.

One of the many things you loved about sex with Jake was how he wasn't scared to be vocal. You loved all the filthy things he would tell you as he fucked you into oblivion. No matter how many times the two of you had sex it would never get old. And this time was no different as he began thrusting in and out of you, "Yes Jake. Right there baby" You moan your hands finding his back as your nails dig gently into his flesh.

"Pussy's always ready for me. Always ready to take me. Ain't that right baby?" Jake asks as you nod. Usually, he loves to take his time with you, always wanting to make you cum before he even thinks about pleasuring himself. Unfortuantely this morning he didn't have that luxury and there is no way he would pass up an opportunity to watch you lose yourself on his cock. He sits up putting one leg over his shoulder and after a couple of hard thrusts he watches your jaw go slack and your eyes roll back. "There we go mama. There's the spot I was looking for. Feels so good doesn't it baby?"

All you can give him is moan after moan as you spiral deeper and deeper into pleasure. Jake realizes you losing your volume control and presses his lips to yours. "So loud for me. Love when you vocalize how good I'm fucking you baby" He whispers against your lips.

"Jake you're fucking me too good. Don't stop baby and I'll cum. Gonna cum all over your cock" You moan locking eyes with him. Now it is Jake's turn to get lost in your big brown eyes. The same ones he saw everytime he looked at your children.

"Gonna make a mess on my cock baby? Go ahead. Cum for me, I got you" He instructs as he slips a hand in between your body and begins to toy with your clit. That is the final straw for you as you bite softly into his shoulder to control your moans of pleasure. The spasming of your orgasm around Jake's cock has him cumming only a few strokes after you "Fuck baby I'm stuffing your pussy Oh god!" He moans into your ear before relaxing against your body.

You both lay in post orgasmic haze for what feels like forever "We should probably get ourselves together sometime soon before we end up having the birds and the bees conversation a lot sooner than we planned," Jake says making you smile. You run your hands through his hair a few times always trying to maximize the alone time you two shared,

"I guess you have a point there" You say as he smiles looking at you and kissing you "You are the love of my life Mrs. Serensin" He says before slowly pulling out of you as you whimper at the loss of contact. He stands up getting a warm cloth to clean you up with before he uses it for himself. After he does so you stand up so you can start getting ready for the day. You walk over to your closet finding clothes to put on after your quick shower. As you do so you hear Jake whistle behind you making you look over your shoulder,

"Looking good has always Mrs. Serensin. Do you know that everyday we are together you get sexier?" Jake asks as you roll your eyes and go back to the task at your hand biting your lip to hide your smile. You grab a towel before looking at him again,

"You know you don't have to sweet talk me anymore? We're married you know I'll give it to you whenever you want. Also I have a name outside of Mrs. Serensin" You say rhetorically loving that he calls you that all the time and never stops trying to woo you like the days he asked for your number.

"You know better than anyone I love the chase. As long as I'm on earth I'll spend that time hitting on you. You're too hot not to. And if I wanted to call you by your name I wouldn't of married you." He says as you continue to hide your smile from him and walk towards the bathroom. Before he can even ask you say, "No Mr. Serensin you cannot join," you smile as you see him fake pout out of the corner of your eye.

"They have the little festival thing in the park we could take them to. Wyatt and Cam loved it last year with the face painting and the balloon animals." You say as you and Jake finish getting dressed for the day almost ready to wake the kids up. Jake walks over slapping your bum gently before wrapping his arms around you.

"Whenever you tell me to go Mrs. Serensin is where I'll be" He says as you roll your eyes. He buries his head in crevice of your neck enjoying the fresh smell of vanilla that is so uniquely you he can smell it wherever he goes.

"Well there's also-" You start before both you and Jake hear a loud crash from downstairs. Both looking scared you race out of your room and downstairs. Jake keeps you behind him the whole time as you walk into the kitchen and see your three children covered in some kind of mix and eggs. Both of your jaws hanging open.

"We wanted to surprise you and make you guys pancakes" Your oldest Wyatt says as you sigh taking a deep breath as you see Jake try to refrain himself from laughing. You hit him lightly in the arm as you get closer to your babies.

"That is so sweet of you guys but next time you can get one of us and we will help you. Just to make sure no one gets hurt." You say picking up your youngest, your little girl Julia as she smiles that big toothy grin at you. "Surprise!!" she says holding her arms out as you hold her at an arms length laughing softly.

"How about daddy helps you guys get cleaned up and dressed for the day while I clean this mess up. After that we will all get breakfast and if you're good go to the park." You say as they all clap in unison. Wyatt and Cam make a dash past Jake racing to the bathroom as you walk over to him putting Julia in his arms.

"Get to cleaning Daddy. There's a lot of work to do" You smile giving him a kiss as Julia cuddles into him leaving Jake stunned and just as dirty now. Yet he can't help but smile at you, then his little girl, and at the life he currently as. Despite the egg yolk on his shirt, and the mess that he can already hear happening in the upstairs bathroom, he swears he wouldn't change his life for anything.

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matchaelette · 6 months

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when jungkook is leaving and none of you know what to do with yourselves

summary: idol!jk and oc!ash (her name is ash, cz I couldn't think of anything else & Y/N makes me physically cringe), established relationship, jungkook is leaving for military enlistment and they are just spending the last moments together, jimin cameo ;)

genre: fluff, bit angsty, idol au

warnings: again, jungkook going through the whole enlistment procedure, suggestive, oc cries a lott but hey, everyone of us is crying

words: 3.5k

note: it had to be done. I needed to write about this. I'm not functioning straight and I wrote this in a mood where I felt very drained and emotionless so it might show up in the writing....? also, this is concerning-ly unedited. anyways enjoy, feedback is always appreciated <3

you've lost count of how many times you've cried this whole month.

ever since you could walk, talk, and form conscious thoughts, you've noticed that every feeling you've had and tried to express comes out as tears. yes, you're angry, oh my god mom, I wanna shake your shoulders and tell you to believe your daughter for once and not somebody else, but you're silent and you're crying; you've been memorizing every single thing for this presentation and you swear by your future first newborn baby that every word is engraved in your brain, just say the words, people don't care what you fucking say you just need to say something, but you're silent, your legs are shaking on the stage and you think you're crying; you love him, you love this human being staring at you from between your legs with all the love in this whole fucking universe, kind and whole and happy and real, jeon jungkook, you love him so fucking say it, but all you can do is caress his face and let the silent tears cascade down yours.

yes, ever since the beginning of time, all your emotions and feelings have been coming out as tears.

sometimes you think that spending all your teen years bottling up everything because of a mean father and an angry mother messed you up for good. all your life you've hated yourself for crying so easily, especially when in front of other people, feeling so weak and broken all the time. but you didn't think much anymore, at least not as much as you used to overthink when you were younger, scared of fellow high-schoolers, scared of what people think about you. after you've met jungkook, your sweet jungkook, he has shown you that crying doesn't necessarily mean you're weak. maybe you were just sensitive and that was alright, because you've always cried when you felt too much, made you more of a genuine human than everyone else. his words, not yours.

but it did feel good to hear and you didn't know what you've done to deserve it.

you also remember that every time you've hated yourself for crying, you always found solace in the fact that maybe someday it would all run out and you'd be perpetually free from all of it, the childish thoughts of a child.

however, even though you laughed at those thoughts every time you remembered them, you were now convinced of how wrong you were to think that maybe the tears would run out someday if you cried too much. because you've been crying continuously this month, more than you've cried your entire life, and by god, not only have the tears not dried out but also, it just keeps coming more and more if possible.

you choke out once again as you bury your face in jungkook's shoulder, clutching the front of his shirt as he tightens his grip around your waist. he looks at you helplessly, not knowing what to do anymore, because no amount of words or actions could stop you from crying. he knows he has tried it all.

you force yourself to get a grip, rubbing your face on jungkook's already wet shirt to dry your wet cheeks, and look up at the blurry distance in front of you, resting your cheeks against the place you've been hiding. jungkook stands there, one arm wrapped around you and one arm around his mother, with a little smile that keeps blooming at the sight in front of him seeing his jimin hyung hug and bid goodbye to his family, despite all the heartbreak in the air.

he tightens his grip around you and leans down to kiss his mother's head, who is in a state identical to you but still more graceful and elegant than you could ever be. "it's gonna be okay, you two", he whispers, causing his mother to gently smile and take your hands as you let out yet another sniff at his words. as sad and worried as she was at her son's departure, she couldn't help but feel worried for you too, her motherly nature reaching out towards you in a way you never felt from your own mother.

"I will be okay", she smiles at you in a teasing manner, despite her glassy eyes, "but the question is, will your girlfriend be okay?"

"h-hey!", your voice shook as an unintentional smile replaced the frown, "stop teasing me, maa", you whine.

"I am not teasing you, dear. honestly, come live with me for a few days. come to busan. I'll take care of you"

"if you keep saying that, I'll really turn into a parasite and stay in your house forever, maa"

jungkook giggles at your conversation, happy that the most important two women in his life got along so well. and you did, ever since the day you've met his mother. she loved you as her own daughter, as did his father, and made you feel so loved and comfortable that even your antisocial ass loved to spend time with them, making you visit them frequently, with and without jungkook by your side.

jungkook's mother lets go of her son and glides into her husband's arm, who looks at jungkook with pride. after all who wouldn't be proud of this talented, lovely, hardworking boy? jungkook was your boyfriend, and your best friend before your relationship upgraded into something more, and a lot of words came to your mind when you thought of him. but the first word has to be proud. proud that he became the man he is now, proud of who he was and every single version of him, how humble and kind and caring he is, always making everyone around him feel loved and respected. proud of how your friendship managed to stay so strong after all this time, proud how he is trying his best to get through these 18 months without any toll in your relationship.

jungkook hasn't shed a single tear yet, holding you through nights when you decided to be a mood killer, couldn't help thinking that soon he wouldn't be able to hold you like this. you were so far rooted in the future of the enlistment process that you forgot to live the present. you were a mess, shaking and sobbing ever so often, frustrated at hybe, frustrated at the whole lot of bts for taking a decision like this, frustrated at the south korean government, frustrated at jungkook for not being frustrated at how hysterical you've been acting.

jungkook, instead, has been a constant pillar of support. he has been constantly kissing your tears away, pushing his fears away of how you guys might not last through this calamity, reassuring you more than him that it will be alright. and as much as you wish he would express his own feelings instead of tending yours, you were glad that the boy didn't cry because it was all that was holding you back from getting onto your knees and begging him not to go. you couldn't do that to him, couldn’t do that to his happiness because you knew he would've obliged to your wishes, somehow, and break his own heart. he would do anything for you. he has been continuously proving that, after all.

"how is ash holding up?", jimin asks jungkook as he takes a sip of his soju, not feeling drunk enough despite the few bottles of alcohol he has drank. the point of the night was to spend time with each other, jungkook, him, and taehyung, getting wasted and having fun like old days. namjoon was supposed to join them as well, but he was overseas on schedule. taehyung, on the other hand, was already passed out on the couch, but it might have to do less with his low alcohol tolerance and more with his tiredness after landing in seoul from france just a few hours ago, after quite a hectic fashion week. so, it was jimin and jungkook now, them and their alcoholic asses against the whole world. after all, no one could hold their liquor like them in the whole group.

"she is, well, I honestly don’t know", jungkook frowned, a drop of soju ran down his lips to his black sweatshirt but he didn’t seem to notice, "she is totally ignoring that I have to leave and acting completely normal."

"sounds like her. isn't running from her problems her best coping mechanism?". you were close with all the members in the group, and the rest of them considered you as their little sister as well (even though taehyung jokingly called you noona sometimes) but if there was one member who knew the best, it had to be park jimin. he was your best friend after jungkook and the time you spent together, whether be it gossiping or shopping, was always something both of you found therapeutic and cherished from the bottom of your hearts.

a silent pain erupts in jungkook's heart as he finally voices out the thought he has been continuously having for the last few days, "hyung, should I break up with her?"

"yah jeon jungkook", jimin smacks the back of the younger boy's head, looking at him with shock, "are you that drunk already?"

"I don’t-", jungkook chokes out the next few words incoherently, and jimin had to physically shift closer to the boy to make sense of his words, "I don’t know what to do. I-I don’t know how to live without her. I want her all to myself and I selfishly want to ask her to wait for me. but how can I do that when she could have a much better life without me?"

"jungkookie-"

"she could fall in love with someone better than me. fuck, saying it out loud infuriates me but I know that she could be happier, way happier than I can ever make her. you see what I am doing? I am leaving the girl I love to protect my career, to make sure nobody has anything else left to guilt trap us with. I am doing all of this for myself. how selfish does that make me?"

"you keep forgetting that you don't have a choice, jungkookie."

"then why does it all feel like my fault?"

"what are we going to do?"

the words escape your lips without meaning to. they hang like a whisper in the air as your bodies slowly recover from the high they have been through, limbs tangled and eyes closed, forehead resting against each other.

"are we gonna be alright?"

yes, jungkook wants to say, yes because if you decide to stay, I will make it all work, I will make it all okay, I promise. but how can I ask you to stay when it will only hurt you?

"do you want to… maybe… break up?", his vacant voice makes your eyes fly open in bewilderment, not being able to believe that he actually said the words that he said. all this time both of you have been ignoring the pink elephant in the room, only almost two months left before jungkook left for the military enlistment along with namjoon, jimin, and taehyung. you’ve been trying to enjoy what little time both of you had despite your busy schedules, especially jungkook, who has been working tirelessly to make his fans feel a little less lonely when he won't be present anymore. something to hold on to while I am gone, I hope you can stay within this magic shop we've build together, memories of me would console you like the gentlest breeze of a fall evening, I will yet again patch something I haven’t broken.

but one of you had to be strong enough to address it, this overwhelming dread and the constant need to be with each other, ignoring sleep and every other basic need because you knew your time was coming to an end. you needed to address it and needed to be assured that both of you can get through this, your love was way stronger than these 18 months.

but that's the first thing he wants to say?

the way he looks at you breaks your heart. he has a small smile on his face and you can tell that it is genuine, that he is taking one last moment to cherish all of you if you decided to say yes. but there is almost an unbearing sadness behind his eyes, pained and tortured, begging you to say no.

your voice is almost comical when you actually find it, "jeon jungkook, do you want me to fucking kill you?"

and his immediate reaction is almost laughable. you could see his shoulders drop with relief. he buries his face in your neck and drops all of his weight on top of you, holding you in a way that immediately blocks out all the bad things and forces you to focus on him and him only.

you laugh, "you're quite heavy, babyboy"

"deal with it", comes out his muffled reply, as he forces you down on the soft mattress with his bare body, almost an attempt to bury you, and you choke out yet another laugh at his antics, tightening your legs around his waist and running your hands through his fluffy hair. I refuse to believe that it will all be gone soon.

"you haven't said anything. anything at all", he says quietly.

its sad that you know what he is talking about.

"I didn’t know what to say", you reply softly, careful that your voice doesn't shake. he doesn't need to see how you break every time you remember that he is going to leave, which you've been remembering an awful lot these days. no, you need to be strong, for him and for you. after all, you have already survived months away from each other, during tours and comebacks, thanks to both of your careers.

"we have survived before. it's not something new for us. we can do it again", you whisper against his jaw, gulping down the tears threatening to break free. only this time, it's 18 fucking months, and the unspoken words hang into the air.

"you didn't even shed a single tear", jungkook lifts his face and looks at you accusingly, knowing very well that you're a crybaby, "it keeps feeling like you don’t care."

your eyes widen at his words and it feels like a punch to your gut but you can’t say you're surprised. you have been acting indifferent to put up a strong front, and now that you look back, you may have overdone it from time to time. you were never a good actor.

you never understood why it always felt like this, every time you hide your problems from someone to not bother them, and always feel like a shipwreck when they actually fail to notice.

"jungkook, love", you trace his cheeks with your fingertips, his cute chubby cheeks, his lips, moving to his eyelids the moment he closes his eyes under your touch. you drag your fingertips through his scalp, waterfalls of his hair cascading down when you reach his nape, softly pulling his face closer to kiss the tip of his nose. jungkook, my love, how do I tell you that you mean the world to me and that I am not worried that our relationship isn't as strong enough to fight the course of time but I am sad and I am selfish and I don't know how to survive without feeling your presence for even a single day? how do I tell you that you never have to worry about me leaving but worry about me staying forever and suffocating you? I love you and I don't know what to do with myself, I love you and I don't know who I am without that love. what can I say to make it all better?

"babe, are you crying?"

no, you're not crying. you're sobbing.

"wait wait, I didn't actually ask you to cry—", you can see the panic in his eyes as he pulls both of your bodies up into a sitting position just using one of his hands while the other wipes your cheek off, you on his lap, your thighs straddling his waist, bare torsos flushed against each other. you feel him pulling you into a hug as if your bodies could get any closer than they already are. but instead of being comforted, you sob even louder.

"ash, sweetheart, please don't cry", jungkook wanted to punch himself, regretting the words he spoke earlier. what the hell was he thinking, saying that you didn't cry? he wanted to go back and kick his own ass at the stupidity. why the hell would he want you to cry of all things?

you on the other hand could do nothing except bury your face in your boyfriend's neck, and feel the entirety of him, his body, his scent, his hold on you, his voice so clear in your head, nothing but him until the time runs out. you have been so strong till now, haven't you?

"but you're leaving", he could see now, how much of an idiot he had been thinking that you didn’t care enough just because all you were doing was trying to be tough and get through without this exact moment happening. he could hear the desperation in your choked sobs, he could feel the sadness at his own dam threatening to break. he almost felt angry that after all this time, he was still stupid enough to not see through you.

"and I will be back sweetheart, you know I will be. and then there would be nothing standing between us anymore. nothing. for the rest of our lives", he promises as he lifts your tear-soaked face to look at his own. he looked pained, trying his best to be strong when you were falling apart right in his arms, but you could still see the hope behind his eyes because his promise was real and you knew it.

but once the waterworks begin, it just cannot stop.

there is nothing left to say now. it is time, you realize. the chilly breeze washes over you, and you realize that nothing can make you feel as cold as you will when jungkook gets in that car with jimin. your eyes find each other, mouths desperately looking for words to say, promises, comfort, but what can you say that hasn't already been said?

"I love you", you whisper.

"stay out of trouble, okay?", jungkook kisses your forehead and even with the unstoppable tears leaking out from your eyes, you can't help but shoot him a mischievous glance. you, the god of getting into trouble, staying out of trouble?

jungkook sighs, knowing you a bit too well. after spending years together, he knew well enough that you could never be forced to do something you didn't want to do. you were like a storm, passing through in a way that was your own, wrecking everything in the process. while he loved your bravery and carefree nature, he realized it comes with its consequences. for him, it was constantly worrying about you and never wrongfully so. so, he returns to his last resort to make sure that you will be okay, "do it for me."

"okay that is pure emotional blackma—"

you cannot finish your words because his lips are on yours in a second, abruptly plunging you down a rabbit hole because, god, after all this time you're still not used to it. he smells like fresh laundry and mint, moving carefully because he isn't sure that you will allow him to kiss you like this in front of half the people from his company, his parents, and god knows who else is in the base. but who are you push him away?

you drop all courtesy and kiss him back in a manner that is sure yet gentle, tongue brushing softly against his lips. jungkook obliges and parts his lips, breathe mingling and tongue dancing in harmony as you kiss him with all your might, letting all of him overwhelm all of you one last time.

you let go of each other, breathless yet eyes glued. you trace his face, from his eyes to his cheeks and nose, his shaved head, still as soft as silk under your touch. he kisses your fingers when they reach his lips, smiling gently to remind you that yes, he will be gone, and that will hurt as hell but then again, he will be back.

"go, jimin's waiting", you force out a smile, "and please, for the love of god, choose something normal to do, something that doesn't involve jumping out of an aircraft or—"

"I love you."

".....I know."

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loving-strawberry · 1 year

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✶Stray Kids reacting to their s/o ignoring when she's being sexualized✶ (HCS)

Summary: You are being sexualized by people because of your body, but you're so used to this, that you simply choose to ignore that.

It was a request!

A little note: To the person who requested, if you read this, I'm really sorry for what is happening to you:( Also, I couldn't really do exactly as you asked me, because my brain is refusing to cooperate with me sometimes! But I hope you like it!

Warning: Swearing. Some comments about body parts. Mention of food and drinks. Probably some writing errors.

Genre: A bit of angst. Fluff. (I don't know other ones???)

Pairing: Bf!Skz x Fem!Reader

Bang Chan☆

He was simply shocked when this happened for the first time in front of him

You two were just taking a stroll in a park, enjoying together your little time off both of you had that same day, which is a pretty rare occasion

And all of a sudden you hear some nasty and disgusting comments about your body coming from an old man

While poor Chan was feeling sick hearing that someone could say something like this in the a public space, without feeling ashamed of themselves, you simply ignored it

"My love, how could you just ignore something like that? Do you want me to go and talk to him??"

"Channie, it's ok. I'm used to it by now."

Now he's even more shocked

What do you mean used to it???

How many times did this happened???

Why didn't you told him anything yet???

He has so many questions and he feels so bad that there's not much he can do about your situation...

Lee Minho☆

This was happening as the two of you were on a date at a restaurant

And one man who was sitting at the next table, was looking intensely at your chest, even throughout your shirt

You just ignored his gross looks and focused on other things

But your boyfriend couldn't

He was pissed.

He doesn't want to accept that someone is looking at you like you're some kind of object and you to just ignore it like it's a normal thing

Even if it is normal for you, unfortunately

"You need to stand up for yourself when this happens!"

"Why? It's much more easier to just ignore them and don't show any reaction. They wouldn't understand anyway."

If you don't stand up for yourself when this happens to you, he will

And next time this happens, Minho will send deadly glares towards the people who dares sexualize you in any way

If that doesn't work, he'll go and have a little talk with them

You will need to stop him before getting his ass in trouble with JYP

Seo Changbin☆

This one takes place at the gym

You were doing some squats, and a group of men was constantly checking your butt and disgustingly smirking at each other

And of course, doing unnecessary comments

Wants to have a little talk with them part 2... Even though he's outnumbered

But stops when he sees that you don't give a flying fuck about this whole situation

"Babe, you really don't care? The way they commented about your body is unacceptable and disgusting..."

"Bin, I'm used to it. It's happening more often than you think."

Now he's all pouting, sad and disappointed with himself for not noticing sooner

And of course, disappointed with the people who can do such things

"You shouldn't be used to this, babe..."

Hwang Hyunjin☆

During one of your photoshoots for modeling, the photographer was starting to make you pose more and more sexy

Indecent actually

Like, almost Playboy style

But you just tried to brush it off

On the other hand, Hyunjin, who came along with you just to keep you company during this session, wasn't exactly happy about what just happened

He's having a pit in his stomach after all of that and you can tell he's angry

He will just tell the photographer to fuck off and takes you out of that place as fast as possible

"Hyunnie, what's wrong??"

"You're seriously asking this...? You've just been sexualized and you're asking me what's wrong?"

"It was happening so many than you could think off... I just don't care too much anymore."

Now he's furious and grossed out.

Of course Hyunjin wouldn't let you go back to the same photographer, despite your reassurances that everything is fine

And he'll search himself for someone else who to be trusted with you

Han Jisung☆

(I don't have any ideas of scenarios here🙃)

You two went out for some ice cream, and suddenly someone says something like 'I have something better for you to lick'

Han is about to go and deal with him, until you stop him

"Ji, don't waste your time with that."

"But-..."

"Just ignore him."

He's honestly confused as to how unbothered you are

Makes him question himself how many times did this happened before and never noticed

"Does... Does this happened frequently...?"

"Yeah."

"HUH?!?"

He'll start from now on to look after you and pay attention to your surroundings constantly

Lee Felix☆

You both were at a TV show when this happens and having an interview

After a while, the hosts attention is focused just on you and starts telling suggestive jokes about you

Probably to entertain who's watching the show

But you don't pay attention at all to them

Felix by now is mad.

And a little disappointed that you don't react at all about this

You know the expressions he always have when he's jealous/mad about something?

Yeah... That's how I'm imagining him right now

Moving on...

After the show is over, of course he'll start questioning you

"How could you just brush those jokes off like you being sexualized is a normal thing???"

"Because it's a normal thing, unfortunately."

"What...?"

Poor Felix, he will probably start crying after hearing this :(

Kim Seungmin☆

(Out of ideas part2)

Location for this one?

The beach.

You are wearing a one piece costume, not feeling like showing too much skin this time

But this never stopped two man to approach you

And starts make unnecessarily comments about how you should wear a bikini instead, because that's what men wants to see

Seungmin went to get you two drinks, and right when they said those gross things, he came back

He expected you to say something back to those men

But you straight up ignored them and started scrolling on your phone

Leaving Seungmin to get rid of the pests

He just fake tripped on his own feet and threw the cold drinks, with ice in them, on the men skin

Skin that probably was warm of because how much they stood in the sun

They just scattered away in the contact with the extremely cold liquids, and muttering some curses under their breaths

"I didn't know you can be so lame to not talk back in these situations."

"I talked back enough. No one listened. So I don't bother anymore."

"... I'll go grab other drinks..."

Most likely feels bad for saying that now that he knows you're struggling with this everyday

Will make sure to be the who speaks up for you next time something similar happens again

Yang Jeongin☆

I.N was doing a live, with you being somewhere in the background, laying in bed and minding your own business

You were also reading some of the comments that people had left in I.N chat, from your phone

Both of you saw a pretty nasty comment left from a "fan" about your body and how hot you looked laying like that in bed

But neither of you said anything about it

I.N didn't said anything, cuz he hopped you didn't saw it

You just ignored the comment, truth be told

Shortly after that comment was left in poor boy's chat, he ended it, feeling too sick to continue the live

"Are you ok, Innie? You look a little pale..."

"Y-Yeah... It's just... I read a comment that made me feeling unsettled."

"Oh? The one about me? I just ignored it. I've gotten even worse."

If I.N wasn't pale before, he is now

He just couldn't understand how anyone could say something like this so easily

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mj0702 · 23 days

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The other Bronze – Pt. 17

For Lunatic... keep fighting my little Girl♥️♥️

You really tried to stay awake to hide before Sarina kicked your door down. You REALLY tried – but of COURSE you fell asleep on your stomach sprawled out like a starfish. Keira always said it's just a Bronze-trade. Obviously it was – Bronzes are Stars so they sleep like starfishes. Georgia was squished into the wall by your foot against her lower back but she got used to it over time already so she didn't care anymore and just snored alongside you lightly. Next thing you knew was that your back felt cold – really REALLY cold. Your brain slowly started to catch up and you felt the cold even... moving. You jumped out of bed swearing loudly trying to get away from the cold when you came face to face with a stern looking Sarina Wiegman herself holding a small bucket in her right hand.

“Jesus fuck Mama Rina” you exclaimed turning around yourself trying to get away from the cold

“Oh no... you don't get to “Mama Rina” me until you worked off your punishment” the dutch replied strictly

“What the...” you tried to shook the cold off even more adamant now

The blonde head coach grabbed your shirt and lifted it slightly and suddenly there were about twenty ice cubes falling out of the back of your shirt.

“Now... get your stuff together you are going to join me, Alessia and Ella on a little trip” Sarina said serious

“Sounds like you want to kill us...” you mumbled but already started to change in some long sweats and Georgias trainings shirt

“If I wanted to kill you I certainly wouldn't have woken you up before” the blonde rolled her eyes “Cleats too”

“Cleats??” you asked confused “I don't have cleats”

“You do...” Sarina simply said pushing a box into your hands “... now get moving before you wake up your girlfriend who shouldn't have to suffer because of your....”

“Geniusness?” you provided smiling hopefully

“Stupidity” the blonde answered flatly

“I thought it was a good gift” you mumbled as you get pushed outside by Sarina herself

“Mornin” you mumbled getting into the mini-van next to Toons with Less in the second row

“Mornin” both of them mumbled back Lessi nearly back asleep already as Sarina got into the drivers seat starting the car

“You know what we dealing with?” you whispered to Ella who just shook her head

“Just know it freaking early” Toons mumbled back

“You'll see when we arrive” Sarina said from the driver seat and you could see her smirk through the back mirror

“That sounds bad” you whined under your breath “Can we please have some music?”

Sarina wordlessly turned on the radio which caused Ella and Less to wake up a little more what was what you hoped for. You couldn't die alone out there – you needed emotional support for dying. You pulled out your phone texting your girlfriend about your whereabouts and that you loved her and you will cherish the time with her even in afterlife.

“Drama much?” Lessi asked when she leaned in from behind reading your text

“I don't if I'll make it back alive” you defended yourself

“Better say goodbye to Kei and Luce too then” Ella mumbled her head against the window again

“Wake up beech” you said and kicked her ankle resulting in Toons jolting hitting her head on the window

“You shite...” the brown haired woman exclaimed lunging at you which threw you into a fit of giggles – that was until Sarina hit the brakes hard making all of you getting thrown into your seatbelts

“Do I have your attention now?” the blonde asked from the front “Because this is a punishment not a fun trip”

“Let us have a little fun before we die” you mumbled

“No one is going to die” Sarina rolled her eyes stopping at your final destination and all three of your groaned when you realized where you where – Old fucking Trafford

“Come on Girls... get going” the blonde clapped in her hands smiling overly fake as she got out of the car

“Told you we were dying... did you believe me?? No...” you pulled an annoyed face

“We believe you now” Lessi groaned as Sarina pulled open the back door ushering you out of the mini van

You walked after the blonde head coach like a line of ducklings behind their mother duck head hung low

“Okay... three laps to warm you up...” Sarina said as you pulled on your cleats which fitted perfectly

“These... actually fit” you looked at your feet surprised

“Of course they do... I had them custom made for you” the dutch looked at you confused

“Why?” you looked up just as confused

“Had a feeling you'd need them along the way” she answered smiling softly

“Thank you” you mumbled being touched by Sarinas gesture who just slightly squeezed your shoulder

“Come on... get going” the blonde said in her trainer voice and all three of you started to scramble away

“Guys wait... I can't run that quickly” you yelled after your two best friends

You were just over a round into your punishment when you heard a honk behind you making you jump to the left into the field taking Tooney out with you. The second you were out of the way the one and only Jill Scott drove past the two of you sitting comfortably on an e-scooter.

“Out my way you peasants!!” Jill yelled blazing past you

Toons and you needed a second to recover from the absurdity you just witnessed before bursting out laughing sprinting after Jill trying to catch her. It didn't take long for the two of you to catch up to Jill and the moment you were next to her you easily slide into her lap laughing loudly as the scooter swayed a little bit. Tooney easily jogging next to you while Less was a little further away from you.

“Get off me... you were ordered to run” Jill laughed trying to push you off her of course with no use since you desperately clinged to her neck.

“You should need to run to... you were involved too” you laughed then squealed as your actions caused the scooter to sway

“I'm old and retired... what's your reason” your Godaunt laughed trying to manoeuvre the scooter around the corner flag ending driving right over it

“I'm young and broken” you grinned sticking your leg out pushing against Ellas hip making her stumble in process

“Y/N BRONZE!!!” you suddenly heard Sarina yell over the whole pitch “GET OFF THAT SCOOTER IMMEDIATLY!!!”

“Oh shit...” you mumbled quickly shuffling off Jill trying to find your footing without any luck and you face planted into the field

“SCOTT.... TO ME!!!” you heard the dutch yell again and when you lift your head you saw Jill face draining from all colour turning around the scooter going the other way – away from Sarina

“SCOTT!!!!!”

You bursted out laughing still laying on the grass when Less stopped right next to you

“Coffee break?” the blonde looked down at you as you rolled onto your back offering you a hand to help you up

“Scott took me out” you grinned while grabbing her hand and she hoisted you up “I just love that woman”

“I'm too old for you” Jill suddenly drove past you again and you looked at her confused before you saw Sarina coming over quickly with long powerful strides

Less and you looked at each other scared before scrambling away continue to run your laps as you heard the whistle

“Toone, Russo, Scott, Bronze... to me... NOW” Sarina commanded and the way her dutch accent blended in her normally perfect english told you you better listen

“Since you're all awake and oh so funny... we're gonna play a little game..” the dutch started and you screeched

“... told you she wants to kill us... we gonna need to fight each other – hunger games style... Less you want to be me ally??” you interrupted Sarina who just rolled her eyes

“... you're all gonna be allies... because all of you – yes Scott that includes you – will do a beep test... right here... right now” the blonde answered

“Uh... wifey is not happy with you” you snickered next to Jill who just looked at Sarina dumb folded

“I'm what?” the retired player asked

“These three wouldn't be able to pull something like this off...” Sarina waved towards Less, Toons and you “... so you were involved too and so you're involved in the punishment as well”

“Oh fuck me” Jill groaned out throwing her arms in the air

“I don't think you get any for a while... you pissed off the wifey” you snickered again squealing when Jill took a step towards you hiding behind Sarina

“I'm gonna end you Bronze” Jill looked at you seriously

“Pff... I like to see you try... Grandma” you shot back sizing up Jill Scott

“Bring it...” the brown haired woman growled but you saw it was show

“Do try and keep up, yeah...” you sneered – also for show

“Y/N... a word” Sarina pulled you with her to the side “... this is a punishment, yes... but I don't want you to overdo it, alright? I know your knees are weak so you are NOT going to try and keep up with Ella and Alessia – your partner is Jill”

“I can keep up with them” you answered arrogated

“But you won't – I don't want you to hurt yourself again” the blonde said strictly

“Yes Ma'am” you mumbled going back to the others and all of you went up to the starting line waiting for the whistle

“Bronze!” Sarina yelled as you sprinted past the cone beating the clock by mere seconds “You're out”

“What?? I'm not... I beat the buzzer!!!” you exclaimed angrily panting hard

“You're doing exactly what I told you not to do... you try to keep up with pro athletes and for the last four sprints you're ticking on the right... you're out” the dutch said firmly even going so far stepping in your way when you set up to start sprinting again

“I can do it” you growled

“I know you can... but I won't allow you to continue – don't make me pull the head coach card” Sarina held your stare “Stop Liefje... I won't hesitate to call Keira.... go walk it off”

You're breathing still laboured the anger playing into it you're continuing staring at the blonde before turning around starting to walk away. When you reached the side line Jill was waiting for you pulling you into her side

“You don't have to proof anything to anyone...” the older woman said pulling you along with her so that you kept walking “... you gave them a run for their money you know”

“I could've kept going” you sneered your breathing slowly calming down

“Not without hurting yourself further” Jill said softly “Sarina made the right call and you know it – on a scale from 1 – 10 … how bad is the pain?”

“Not more than I'm used to...” you lied but of course Jill saw right through it just raising an eyebrow at you

“About an 8...” you mumbled

“Fuck Cookie... we get this round done and then you'll let me look at your knee” the older woman groaned

“It'll sort itself out...” you waved off but you already knew there was no use

“It's either me having a look at it or your sister – and with your sister comes Keira... with Keira comes Leah... with Leah comes Georgia... you know how the chain works” Jill smirked and this time you groaned

When you got your round down Jill gently pushed you down onto the grass kneeling beside your right side touching and prodding your knee starting to rotate it in different direction keeping an eye on your reactions. When she rotate your leg to the outside you hissed and tried to pull away from her and Jill hummed knowingly

“Sarina...” the older player signalled for the dutch to come over which she immediately did letting Tooney and Lessi off their punishment who both collapsed into the ground panting like a locomotive

“She overdid it didn't she?” Sarina asked seeing how Jill was working on your knee

“You know her...” the older woman rolled her eyes “... of course she did – surprised she can put weight on it to be honest”

“She's right here” you grumbled

“You quiet” the dutch cut any comment of you off “Do we need a medic?”

“No” you exclaimed the same time as Jill nodded

“Toone... Russo... walk a round and then come over to help” Sarina yelled at your best friends who looked at you concerned but did as they were told

“What can we do?” Less immediately asked kneeling down on your left side

“Tell them they're being ridiculous” you grumbled annoyed

“Help her up and don't let her put weight on her right leg” Sarina said ignoring your comment completely

“Okay... come on Icebreaker... up you get” Lessi said as she already pulled you up Toons positioned herself in a way that you had no other chance to stand on your left leg and immediately grabbed around your waist holding you upright

“Hate it when you call me that Colin” you mumbled but immediately hissed in pain as you out of routine tried to step on your right

“I know...” Lessi said softly knowing you need your friends now “.. lets get you back to the hotel and try to hide this from the rest of the team”

“Thanks Less... you to Toons” you mumbled as the two basically carried you back to the minivan

“Always... it us against the world right” Ella smiled

“Minus your finger... because it nearly fell off” Lessi laughed

“Me finger REALLY nearly fell off – if it was any deeper...” Tooney exclaimed outraged

“You needed to go to the hospital... we know” you and Less laughed

“It was very serious!!” Toons exclaimed outraged

“It wasn't you muppet” you groaned as you tried to get into the minivan

“Okay wait...” Lessi said climbing into the bus and grabbed you under the arms “Tooney... push”

Next thing you knew was that you were laying on top of Lessi on the back seat

“Fuck me” you groaned out as your knee hit the backrest

“Sorry” Less huffed under you “thought that be a good idea”

“You three ready to go?” Sarina suddenly appeared next to the door

“Yeah... we loaded the cripple” Tooney grinned and you kicked her with your good leg

“Ella Toone...” the dutch warned

“Ready to go” Ella quickly said jumping into the car putting on her seatbelt

Sarina just shook her head smiling slightly closing the door before getting into the driver seat getting the three trouble maker back to the hotel

“Ella and Alessia... you go do some recovery and then breakfast – I'll take y/n” Sarina said after she killed the engine and your two best friends sprinted from the van leaving you behind to fend for yourself

“Come on Liefje... let's get you checked out” the blonde said softly offering you a hand when you robbed forward sliding out of the car wincing when your feet hit the ground

You probably would have folded if it wasn't for Sarinas strong hold on your arm.

“I've got you” the dutch said softly seeing you trying to find your composure

“It really hurts” you said and Sarina saw that you were on the verge of tears

“It's okay Liefje... you just overdid it – it's nothing bad” the blonde said calming you down

“What if it's teared again?” you whimpered

“It's not” Sarina said calmly still holding you upright “You may overstretched it a bit but that's all – a little ice and some quiet time and you're all good again, okay?”

“How do you know?” you nearly cried

“Because I remember in how much pain you were the last time you did your ACL – like it was yesterday...” Sarina said keeping her voice low and calm “... and right now you're nothing like this – so let's get you checked out and then we go get some breakfast okay?”

“Yeah sounds good” you said and tried to walk but whimpered immediately when you put weight on your right leg and Sarina adjusted her hold on you and held you now up around your waist

“What we have here?” Jack the young physio said – very happily for 6.30 in the morning

“Problem in the right knee” the blonde head coach answered for you as she helped you on the table “... she has an ACL history and overdid it with sprinting this morning. She can put very little weight on it but she's in a lot of pain and I want to have it checked out”

“No.. Mama Rina I want someone else” you whined as you couldn't deal with his happy attitude right now

“No...” Sarina sighed “... he's the one on call”

“I don't want him to touch me” you screeched when the young lad started to touch your leg

“Y/n please...” the blonde said calmly putting her hand on your shoulder “... relax for me okay?”

“I don't trust him” you said pain visible in your voice as you tried to pull your leg away from him

“Okay... Jack stop...” Sarina said seriously seeing you started to get really uncomfortable which normally ended with someone getting hurt

The young ginger haired man immediately stopped was he was doing and stepped away from you and the table holding up his hands in surrender. You were a legacy amongst the medical staff. You were anything but easy when it comes to aid your medical issues. There was a rumour that you once broke a physios jaw when he touched your throbbing ankle – you broke his nose... not his jaw.

“You want Lucy or Keira? Or Georgia?” the dutch asked softly knowing what you needed before you even said something

“Kei” you mumbled

“Okay... I'll go get her really quickly... you stay here... he won't touch you okay?” Sarina said softly fearing you would actually kill that guy

“Kay” you mumbled again laying down on the table your arm over your eyes

“Do NOT touch her... stay an arm length away....” the dutch addressed towards the physio strictly

“I'm definitely not touching her” Jack said slightly afraid of your reaction

Sarina nodded shortly and left the room

“It's not your fault” you said into the quiet room “I'm just not a fan from being touched from strangers – even less when I'm in pain”

“I understand that...” the ginger haired man said but stayed where he was “I choose this profession because I was actually a hard core introvert and somehow convinced myself I need to get out more – now I'm with people but I don't HAVE to talk to them...”

“I'll get you a coffee once I'm better...” you sighed deeply as another wave of pain hit you “You think it's fucked again?”

“You didn't leave me any time to get a good feel you know...” the physio answered “... but I don't think so”

“Yeah sorry about that... again” you chuckled slightly “You know... under different circumstances we could have been fast Frens”

“Then we'll be slower friends” Jack smiled

“It's Frens... not friends” you corrected him your eyes closed under your arm when you heard footsteps outside the room “Could you please act like I was trouble and cursed and threatened the shit out of you? I don't want my reputation to be ruined”

“I got you... should I shake in fear?” the physio grinned

“Just for my own sakes... you gay right?” you smirked

“Girl... I wear pink while the standard colour is blue... I think that's a dead give away” the ginger rolled his eyes

“Yeah about that... it clashes with your hair” you snorted

“Bitch please... I'm the one with the fashion sense... have you actually seen what you're wearing?” he shot back and you just had to laugh

“It was early and dark okay” you said “upset”

“That shirt not even your size...” the physio teased your further

That next second you heard the door open and two people entering

“Oh Bitsy...” Keira sighed “... what were you thinking?”

“Did she behave?” Sarina asked the young physio

“Didn't say a word...” the young man answered “... was kind of horror movie in here”

“She gets like this...” Keira interrupted looking at the physio “... don't take it personal”

“Won't... but I would really like to check her knee out... and get back to my coffee” the ginger said shrugging his shoulders

“Okay... give me a minute” the blonde said and Sarina understood immediately and pulled the physio outside with her

“Okay Bits...” Keira said softly after she pulled a chair over sitting next to you slowly prying your arm of your eyes so she could hold your hand “... what happened?”

“Sarina already told you” you mumbled turning your head away from her

“But I want to know from you what happened... why did you think you could keep up with Ella and Alessia?” the blonde kept her voice soft

“I just thought I could... there was a point where I could... and I...” you started but then your voice broke

“You always pushed yourself to far Bitsy...” Keira said as she gently moved your head so you had to look at her “... Sarina shouldn't have done this Bitsy... at least not without Lucy or me there... we know when it's enough”

“I'm not a kid anymore...” you grumbled angrily “... I can decide for myself”

“And normally you make good decisions... best example Georgia...” the blonde said softly not playing into your raising anger “... but when it came to competitions you always pushed yourself too much”

“I just want to..” you started before Keira interrupted you

“I know Bitsy.. and I wish you could... but you can't” the blonde said calmly “... you want to hear a little secret?”

“Uh-hu” you nodded

“Okay... I'll make you a deal... I tell you the secret and while I tell you Jack can look at your knee” Keira offered

“No... that ginger will just eat me soul” you said stubborn

“He won't” the blonde rolled her eyes in a loving manner “He's good – Lucy and I can vouch for him okay”

“If he hurts me I'll kick him in the balls” you grumbled but Keira already stood up to get Sarina and Jack back inside

“It is safe or do we need a muzzle?” the young physio asked and you could see the glint in his eye

“One kick... just give me one kick” you begged Keira who just bursted out laughing signalling the young man to start examine your knee

“Okay.... you know how Lucy worked at Dominos when she was at Uni?” the blonde started to distract you

“Yes... apparently she made the best pizza in the area” you rolled her eyes remembering how often your sister would brag about it “Yet when you ask her to make one for you she always orders Chinese”

“She made so many pizza in her life she can't stand them anymore” Keira smiled “Anyway... do you know how we met?” Keira smiled at you and after you shook your head she continued “I was over at a friends house and we were watching a movie and ordered pizza. Since it was fairly late – we were actually the last order of that day - Lucy delivered the pizza herself. She was on her way home and thought she'll just drop them off at my friends house. So I opened the door to find not only the one pizza we ordered but five – she had some “left overs” and thought she treated us to some free pizza. I was literally speechless and wanted to pay for them but she wouldn't let me. So the next day I went up to the shops down in Great Ancoats Street... asking for the tall dark haired girl which worked the last shift the day before. She wasn't working in that Dominos – so I went to EVERY Dominos in Manchester until I found the one she was working in. Her co-worker was very helpful asking me if I mean Lucy. Of course I said yes – didn't know her name before. He told me she wasn't in that day but she normally would work Saturday evenings. So I went back Saturday and there she was – bored out of her arse. She remembered me from the delivery and I asked her if I could buy her a coffee – just as a thank you of course”

“What happened then?” you said totally captured by the story

“After a little hesitation she said yes” the blonde smiled “But she asked me if she could bring her girl”

“EXCUSE ME?” you shot up into a sitting position just to get pushed down on your back again gently

“Wait...” Keira smiled “... I had the same reaction as you – just... not so obviously. I just thought that this must be a bad joke asking if she can bring her girlfriend after I kinda implied I would like it to be... more than just a “thank you” but I said “of course” since it was “just” a thank you coffee. So we said we meet next day at lunchtime at that small cafe a couple of streets down. I was bold enough to give her my number and said if anything changes to just let me know. So next day comes around and I wait at the cafe for her to arrive to receive a massage – 10 minutes after we said we meet up that she's on her way and she's sorry she got held up. I was FUMING. So I waited another 10 minutes when I spotted her walking down the park very slowly. I thought she was having second thought because she was OH so slow – but the when she rounded the corner I knew why she was walking so slowly...”

“Why?” you interrupted her impatiently

“... because of you. You were “her girl” and you just started walking and you wanted to walk everywhere. And of course she let you – you always had her wrapped you know. So there the two of you were slowly coming towards me with you looking so concentrated that it was just outright adorable. You held onto her finger so tightly and when you finally made your way over she just looked at me apologetic “I'm sorry but missy here wanted to walk”... I knew I was in deep shit right there and then. She was so sweet with you and oh my heavens you were the sweetest toddler I've ever seen”

“Oh gooooood” you groaned embarrassed as you heard Jack chuckle “... did you have too?”

“What? You were... and in comparison to now so well behaved” Keira smirked

“I was scared of you... you were much more ginger back than... soul eater” you sneered back but it had no bite to it

“You were in so in love with me that you threw an absolute tantrum when Lucy tried to pry you away from me when it was time to leave” the blonde rolled her eyes

“Did NOT” you said horrified

“Go ask your sister...” Keira waved off until she realized what she just said “Don't go ask her... you stay here until we know what's wrong with your knee”

“Knee is good” Jack interrupted quickly “Just rest it for a few days and you're as good as new”

“When were you done???” you asked surprised

“Around the time Keira thought Lucy stood her up” the ginger shrugged his shoulder

“Why didn't you say anything??” you looked at him lost

“I wanted to know how the story ended” he looked at you confused and Keira alongside Sarina bursted out laughing

“They ended up dating you ass nugget” you exclaimed “It's no secret”

“But first date stories are always so interesting...” Jack defended himself

“Ugh” you just huffed before pushing yourself off the table just to get held back by Keira

“Crutches” the blonde said strictly

“He didn't say anything about crutches” you whined desperately

“Learn to read between the lines...” Keira rolled her eyes as she accepted the crutches from the young physio

“But I don't wanna” you whined again this time with even more desperation in your voice

“Bitsy” the blonde warned “... I got pulled away from breakfast before I could even start eating my eggs on toast – I didn't have any coffee and I had to get rid of your overprotective sister who immediately KNEW it had something to do with you when Sarina came over to tell me you need me... DON'T play games with me now... get on them damn crutches and we can go get breakfast”

You quickly grabbed the offending piece of medical help and quickly made your way over to the door knowing Keira doesn't joke around

“Yeah I thought so” Keira yelled after you watching you crutch down the hallway “Thanks Jack... anything we should keep on eye on?”

“Rest it, ice it, 48 hours at least other than that... no..” the ginger smiled seeing how quickly you listened once Keira put her foot down

“Good... if you excuse me now... I have a breakfast waiting” the blonde squeezed the shoulder of the young physio gently before walking after you

“What the hell happened?” Lucy yelled out shocked seeing you stumbling into the breakfast room on crutches

“G fu...” you started smirking evilly before your girlfriend quickly shot up covering your mouth

“Don't get me involved... I swear Lucy... nothing to do with me” Georgia said panicky looking scared at your sister

“Still doesn't answer what happened” Lucy growled

“She overdid it trying to keep up with Toone and Russo” Keira simply answered sliding back into her seat pulling out the empty chair next to her and directed at you “Sit”

You sat down so fast that you were on the verge of falling back over with the chair if it wasn't for Millie who just walked past and like on autopilot pushing your chair back up preventing you from landing on the ground

“Thanks Mills” you said as the blonde just kept on walking holding up her hand in a “no problem”-manner

“What you want for breakfast?” Keira asked softly

“Can I have yours?” you pouted

“Lucy... get your sister some scrambled eggs on toast” the blonde sighed “and put some bacon on this plate too otherwise you'll have to run again in five minutes”

“Thanks Kei” you mumbled falling against the blondes side

“What about me? I'm running to get you food” your sister exclaimed upset

“Thanks Luce” you mumbled your eyes closing

“No Bitsy... no sleeping... we'll get some food into you and then you can go sleep some okay?” Keira stroke over your cheek softly

Seconds later Lucy placed a plate loaded with scrambled egg and some slices of toast in front of you some fruit in an extra bowl

“I didn't order that” you used your fork to push away the fruit

“You like fruit” Lucy looked at you confused

“No.. I like the fruit Keira makes” you clarified shoving a fork full of eggs as Keira smirked happily

“It's just fruit” your sister said lost

“I bet me ass there's mango in there” you mumbled around the egg in your mouth

“Don't talk with your mouth full” Keira rolled her eyes

“But she” you started to just get shut up by Keiras glare

“Eat and then rest” the blonde simply before starting eating herself

“I don't wanna go to bed” you whined as Lucy carried you on her back out of the elevator Keira following closely your crutches in her hand

“You have to rest” Keira said sternly

“But Tooney and Less are allowed to go to the zoo... I want to go to the zoo” you poked against Lucys cheek

“No” Lucy simply said trying to move her head away from your poking “behave and I'll let G into the room too”

Immediately your poking stopped and Keira had to bite her lip not to burst out laughing

“Okay... here's the deal... you rest and ice it for two hours and if you're good and ACTUALLY rest Kei and I'll take you to the zoo later okay?” your sister smiled while Keira opened the door to your room

“And G?” you asked hopefully

“Come on Stanway.. I know you're lurking in the shadows” Lucy yelled down the corridor and seconds later your girlfriend appeared out of the staircase exit smiling widely

“These two Lucy... I tell you – we're gonna have our hands full” Keira laughed as she saw G sprinting down said corridor

“As long as they use protection I don't care” your sister huffed as she gently sat you down on the bed

“Luce” you screeched “Ew!!!”

“What? I don't need you running around pregnant” Lucy grinned

“G is good... but not THAT good” you talked back and saw how your girlfriend – who just arrived at the door – was just about to run on instead of joining you inside the room “Don't you dare!!” you yelled before Georgia could bolt again

“You really want her to kill me don't you?” G said as she carefully entered the room

“Keira won't let her” you waved off

“As long as you don't get her pregnant” Keira grinned wide pinching Georgias cheek harshly

Your girlfriend rolled her eyes and climbed on the bed getting comfortably before you fell against her relaxing instantly not even complaining when Lucy carefully placed an icepack on your knee. Keira nodded her head for Lucy to join her outside and your sister immediately followed suit seeing how calmly you became just with the presence of Georgia

“You think we can leave them alone?” Lucy asked hushed as she quietly pulled the door close

“Of course... didn't you see how Bitsy was basically out the second she got comfortably against G?” Keira snorted

“We have to keep that bloody zoo promise don't we?” your sister sighed

“Oh yeah” the blonde smirked knowing you're going to be an absolute nightmare to control later

“Fuck” Lucy swore under her breath

“TOONEY!!!!” you yelled as you spotted your best friend outside the elephant enclosure

“LOONEY!!!” Toons yelled back running towards you

“No” Keira quickly said pulling on your leash “Crutches and no running”

“I can” you whined before you got interrupted again

“No” the blonde said again gripping your leash tighter

“If you throw a tantrum Bubs we always can go back to the hotel” Lucy “threatened” you

“That's not fair” you threw your crutches away and plopped down on the nearest bench “Tooney and Less are allowed to run around”

“Strike 2 Bitsy.... Strike 2” Keira sighed pinching the bridge of her nose

“But..” you started to whine

“No.. last warning... behave and play on our conditions or leave it and we go back to the hotel.... what will it be y/n Bronze” the blonde started to lose her patience

“Wanna see the penguins” you mumbled

“Okay...” Keira took a deep breath picking up the crutches “... then come on”

“Shit... Keira is mom” G mumbled behind the two of you which caused Lucy to burst out laughing

“Hi... hi little guy” you were pressed up against the window watching the penguins waddle around in their little enclosure

“She really is like a kid” Jill appeared in between Lucy and Keira picking a piece off her candy cotton

“Look who's talking” Lucy chuckled before grabbing a piece of candy cotton from one of her best mates

“Oi... leave me candy” Jill shoved Lucy away

“Keira keira keira keira” you exclaimed excited

“What Bitsy?” Keira smiled at your youthful energy

“Can I have 5 bucks?” you hobbled over to where Keira, Lucy and Jill were seated

“For?” the blonde asked a little suspicious

“You can buy some fish and feed the penguins” you said excited pointing wildly at a sign

“Bitsy... you're on crutches... you can't go in there... it's slippery and far to dangerous that you slip and hurt yourself further” Keira tried to explained knowing it would be so hard to get you to accept that you can't feed penguins this time “.. next time okay?”

“I don't want to do it... but I know someone who would DIE to feed them” you said happily

“You promise not for you??” Keira asked again looking at you expectantly

“Not for me... for a...” you nodded quickly before pausing “... friend?”

“Okay... just... if I see you in there I'm gonna tie you to me belt” the blonde warned pulling out her wallet handing over a five-pound-bill

“Thank you” you pressed a wet kiss to her cheek before hobbling off again yelling into the distance “Mister Penguin Caretaker Sir!!”

“Why do I have the feeling something is cooking here??” Lucy asked looking after you confused

“As long as it's not her going in there I don't care” Keira waved off

You were gone for about five minutes before you came hobbling back sitting yourself down on your sisters lap who accepted your choice of seating without any comments just laying her arm around your waist still talking to Jill

“Uh uh uh Lucy look... it's feeding time” you exclaimed starting to hop a little bit up and down in your sisters lap

Your sister looked up ending her conversation with Jill and her eyes popped nearly out of her head when she spotted LJ in wellies with a bucket of fish in her hand and about 15 penguin heads turning simultaneously into her teammates direction

“Why... does LJ have a bucket of fish in her hand?” Lucy asked shocked and confused at the same time

“Bitsy” Keira scolded the same moment

“What... I just wanted to do something nice for her” you defended yourself

“So you simply forgot the fact that LJ can't stand fish??” your sister asked her eyebrow raised as she watched how the colony of penguins waddled towards a completely done LJ

“Oh that was her?? I thought that was Lotte...” you said innocently bashing your eyelashes

You saw multiple phones getting pulled out of pockets by the Lionesses all recording LJ scurrying away from the penguins trying to find safety on a rock not thinking about how the animals were only interested in the bucket of fish.

“Just drop the bucket!!!” you heard Rach yell from the side of the enclosure

“She can't hear you Rach” you yelled over a wide evil grin on your face

“If they come any closer she might die” Jill laughed at the frightened face LJ was spotting

“Gooooood” you said happily and smiled

“Bubs!!” Lucy scolded you “We do NOT wish teammates to die”

“Yes we do” you mumbled under your breath and Keira threw you a wink

“Look how happy he is Luce.... can I have a Penguin??? Pleeeaaaase” you begged your sister pointing at a smaller one who just got pushed around the bigger ones trying to get to the fish

“Bubs... Penguin are cold weather animals... we live in Barcelona... Spain... warm weather..” Lucy sighed

“There are south african penguins...” you simply stated “... they're used to warm weather”

“No Penguins” your sister said and you knew it was final which didn't stop you at trying again – just at an other address

“Keira” you literally just started before

“No Bitsy... no Penguin” the blonde shut you down immediately

“Not fair” you grumbled but seconds later bursted out laughing seeing how LJ hung of her rock with the Penguins pulling on the welly and her pant leg nearly pulling her off the rock

“Where do you want to go next Bubs?” Lucy asked you to distract you from LJs suffering

“Sharks” you said amazed

“They don't have Sharks here” your sister looked confused “Never had”

“But I saw a sign... next to the restaurant we went” you looked at her just as confused

“That... was in Barcelona” Lucy knew what you were talking about “Seriously... are you okay?”

“Why wouldn't I be?” you shook you head lightly

“You just mixed up the places... hard core mixed them up” your sister said slowly

“And? You know I don't know what I'm talking about 90% of the time” you shrugged your shoulder seeing with great sadness how a Caretaker finally decided to help LJ out of her misery

“Okay... I'm not even going there” Lucy shook her head “... so... what else do you want to see?”

“Snakes?” you asked hopefully

“Ugh no... a 100% no” your sister shuddered at the pure thought of going into the reptile house

“Lucy Pleeeaaaase” you begged but your sister with pleading eyes

“Not in a million years... take Jill” Lucy shuddered again turning around to face her friend to just find the place next to her empty “... where the fuck is she?”

“She sneaked off the second she heard “Snake”...” Keira rolled her eyes “... Oi Mearps... you interested in snakes and stuff?”

“God no” Mary actually gagged “These.... things can stay far away from me”

“Yeah same” your sister mumbled “Sorry Bubs – no snakes”

“I can go with her” Georgia offered because she couldn't stand seeing you sad

“You hate snakes” Keira looked confused at her best friend

“What I hate more is seeing my girlfriend sad” your girlfriend shrugged her shoulders

“Could you please stop knocking on the window??” Georgia said desperately standing about five meters behind you as you knocked slightly on the window of one of the snake trying to wake it up

“I want a good picture” you mumbled knocking carefully again

“It's sleeping... let it sleep... please” your girlfriend begged

“It's behind glass babe... calm down” you rolled your eyes spotting a caretaker “... excuse me sir?”

The guy looks up and you could tell immediately that he recognizes Georgia who still stood in the other corner of the room her face white

“Yes?” the brown haired man came over looking at you expectantly

“Is there ANY chance I could hold one of those babies?” you smiled widely pointing at the snakes “I offer autographs and pictures with any Lioness you fancy”

“Sure... but not the venomous ones” he shrugged his shoulders and offered his hand for you to shake “I'm Dave”

“Y/n...” you shook his hand grinning while Georgia groaned in her corner

“I know... great move with this spanish guy” Dave grinned just as wide as you

“Thank you” you grin happily “Any player you always wanted to meet?”

“Keira Walsh?” he asked getting quite shy

“Keira??” you exclaimed a little taken a back “Why?”

“She's an amazing player... always sees the open spaces and creating chances” Dave shrugged

“Yeah no problem... Stanway go fetch Walsh” you said at your girlfriend making a shoo-motion

“I'm DEFINITELY not letting you alone with these boneless things” Georgia exclaimed knowing Keira would rip her throat the second she'd come around the corner without you

“It's not like they're gonna eat me” you rolled your eyes “Right?” you looked at Dave

“Big Mama could...” the man shrugged his shoulders “She's our 6.5 meter long Anaconda... she could eat you”

“Uh... I wanna meet Big Mama” you exclaimed excited clapping your hand

“No you don't” your girlfriend said “Keira will absolutely KILL me if you get eaten by a XXL-snake”

“She won't... Lucy will be faster” you grinned

“Awesome” Georgia mumbled

“So... here we have Baby Mama” Dave said after he opened one of the glass boxes pulling out a small snake “... she hatched about 3 weeks ago.. she's about a meter now... still has a lot to grow until she's as big as her Mama”

“Oh my god G look...” you said absolutely in awe “... LOOK”

“No thank you” Georgia swallowed hard

“Come on you...” you said before pulling her over “Isn't she cute?”

“Yeah... cool” the blonde mumbled shifting so she would stand behind you

“Can I touch her?” you ask carefully

“Sure... she got a rat two days ago so she won't be overly pushy to get some food” Dave said holding up the snake for you to pet her

You on the other hand had a different plan. You quickly grabbed your girlfriends hand and pulled it forward so she would touch the snake without realizing it before her brain could catch on.

“Oh my god” Georgia screeched trying to pull her hand back

“Well done ba... G... you touched it” you smiled sweetly as you released her hand

“You... are pure evil” your girlfriend huffed out

“I'm a Bronze” you smirked before accepting the snake from Dave holding it proudly “Take a picture”

“Why??” Georgia asked confused

“I'm literally holding an Anaconda.... that's something special” you shot back and G took out her phone taking a bunch of pictures before you gave the snake back and thanked Dave for the opportunity telling him to meet you outside for his pictures with Keira

Keira was NOT happy you again weaselled your way into getting what you want – this time holding a deadly snake. She also didn't care that both Dave and you assured her that Baby Mama wasn't deadly at this stage but Keira simply doesn't care and let you know quite strictly

The rest of the day you were put back on the leash by Mrs. Walsh herself while you hobbled next to her. You tried to convince her to give you another 30 bucks for Lion food and then tried to hackle with the caretaker to volunteer LJ if you could make the Lions sit around you for a picture but much to your dismay Keira heard you and immediately interrupted and slapped your head. You were absolutely dead on your feet once you all made your way towards the exit with Less, Toons and you trying to bolt one last time seeing the flamingos in their enclosure a little further back. Leah predicted you tried to break free the second she heard Ella exclaim “FLAMINGO!!” and grabbed into your Dino-Harness so you wouldn't use the moment of surprise against Keira

The second you sat in the back of your Car with Lucy and Keira up front and Georgia to your right your head rolled to the side onto your girlfriends shoulders and you were out cold

“She asleep?” Lucy asked before she even had the car in reverse

“Out cold” Georgia answered sliding down a little bit so you would be more comfortable

“Good... let's keep it this way... she caused enough chaos for one day” Keira said but smiled nonetheless

“You love her and her shenanigans” your sister chuckled

“Of course I do... otherwise I would've murdered already” Keira chuckled back “You think we can get her into bed without waking her up?”

“Challenge accepted” Lucy grinned “Stanway you're gonna help me”

“Okay Ladies listen up...” Sarina said loudly so everyone would hear her “... we have one training session left and my personal mini-me has a little surprise for all of you”

“I have?” you asked completely confused about to push a Marsbar into your mouth

“Yes you do” Sarina says rolling her eyes

“Yes I do” you repeated trying to sound as convincing as you could

“Snack-bag” the dutch helped you out looking at you pointing

“UUUUUHHHH... RIGHT!!!” you finally catched on “We'll have so much fun”

“Do you want to explain to the rest of the class what you've planned?” Sarina asked getting a little annoyed

“Yeah... okay... we're doing teams of four and one of three.. I don't care who is teaming up but the team of three gets an advantage... we're doing a chase... start is right here and finish is Wembley... chase goes through the whole city with different stations to check off... the time difference between first and second and second and third will be the time you get to shop in Tesco – whatever you can get in a cart and carry yourself... so.... may the odds be in your favor and chase starts...” you looked down on your (Lucys watch you stole two years ago) watch “.... now”

Immediately there was a big scramble and the most experienced players like Lucy, Keira, Alex, Mearps, Millie and Leah get pulled from one side to the other by the younger ones who wanted to be on the best team. You grinned widely and offered Sarina some of your candy as you took the chair next to her

“I really REALLY hoped for this... look how LJ and Niamh pull Lucy around” you smirked seeing your sister getting pulled and shoved along

Of course Leah had to be the spoilsport again whistled once so everyone stopped moving

“Okay... we have five teams of four... team leaders Lucy, Keira, Mearps, A, Millie and I.... we gonna do it the old-school way – the Alex Scott way” Leah said firmly looking at her fellow Lionesses

“Okay... two out of three or ko-system” Lucy nodded seriously

“Ko-System” Leah answered holding Lucys glare

“Rock – Paper – Scissors - Shoot” Leah and Lucy said quickly before Lucy groaned when Leah chose Rock while she went for scissors

This went on until Millie came out on top allowing her to choose her team first.

After all the teams were selected they took off like the house was on fire and it gave Sarina and you some time to yourselves

“Are you okay Liefje?” the dutch asked lovingly

“Yeah...” you mumbled chewing a little bit on your lip

“Try again, hm?” Sarina took your hand carefully

“It just hurts” you said sadly

“You're knee?” the blonde asked trying to get you to talk

“No... that's okay... hurts to see them all play” you answered starting to chew on your lip again

“Oh mijn Liefje” Sarina sighed getting were you came from “... you'll get back out there again too – maybe not on that level but I know you will get back out there... you still have it I can see it every time you glance at a ball – just don't give up”

“There's something else” you mumbled

“What is it Liefje?” the dutch smiled

“Can you... I don't know... order Lucy to let me got to Munich instead of Barcelona after Camp?” you pleaded with big eyes

“Oh no... I'm not getting involved in that” the blonde laughed loudly “Try Keira”

“Can we all still go out tonight?” you asked now seeing the first team sprinting past the window obviously completed the first task

“Of course... I promised you didn't I? What is the advantage you wanted to give the team of three? Who are the team of three?” Sarina smiled noticing how you changed the topic

“Lucy, Less und Lotte” you answered just as you saw your best friend sprint pass

“LESS!!!!!!” you yelled after her after you opened the window which caused her to come to a stuttering halt nearly falling into a bush

“God Damnit Nut....” Lessi yelled back “WHAT?? I'm on a timeline here...”

“Come here you plonker!!!” you waved her over and handed her a piece of paper “Here... you can go straight to zone 3... you are one down so you get a little joker”

“Thanks Nut... I love you” your best friend snatched the paper out of your hand started to run again

“Nut?” Sarina looked at you smiling with a raised eyebrow

“Short for Nutcase.... Toons says it's short for Nutcracker... I like Nutcracker more” you smirked

In the end Millie, Rachel, Georgia and Tooney won the little chase you organized and they had 5 Minutes to load their carts up – of course they only loaded sweets and everything they weren't allowed to eat normally. Tooney was even such a good friend and made Millie climb the shelves for your Dweebs and Millie made sure to grab a whole bunch.

After that you all got ready to go out. Lucy made you change your outfit four times until Keira stepped in telling her to leave you alone and that you looked beautiful in your skin tight pants and your (you must admit it was on the line of slutty) tight blood red corset-like top. Lucy grumbled the whole way to the Club about how you were to young to even go out with them and that you should stay back with Sarina and how she should personally deliver you to the dutch woman. Again Keira came to your aid telling her ex to finally shut up and leave you be.

Georgia and you were dancing to “smack that” by Akon. Your girlfriends hands on your hips as your back was pressed to her front. Her head rested on your shoulder as while you were grinding shamelessly against her front as she was swaying you both from side to side. Was it sexual? Yes. Maybe too sexual? Just a tad but in your opinion there was no time than the present. It was one of rare uninterrupted moments between the two of you since Lucy was worse than a drug dog in a warehouse full of crack – she was EVERYWHERE. Just this morning at breakfast she appeared out of thin air like David Copperfield as Georgia was about to sit down next to you and shooed your girlfriend away to the other side of the room. So yes you enjoyed every second you can spent with your girlfriend to the fullest. Just like now as your eyes were closed feeling Georgias breath against your neck where she sneakily pressed light kisses to it while you mouthed the words to the song.

Your sister on the other hand wasn’t so happy about what happened on the dance floor. She herself was seated between Keira and Millie who made it their mission to let the two of you get some “alone” time together as they sandwiched Lucy so she couldn’t get up. Of course it was all a “coincidence” that neither Millie nor Keira understood the repeatedly “Get up!! I need to speak to Georgia” – the music in that club was just “too loud”. It didn’t stop your sister from trying to divide you two from her table at the other end of said club.

“YOU WON’T SMACK ANYTHING STANWAY!! HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!!!” Lucy yelled from the top of her lungs which just cause Keira to burst out laughing as you turned around in your girlfriends arms intertwining your fingers behind her neck pulling her down until your noses touched.

Georgia knew what you wanted. It was the fourth time this night you requested a kiss from her but just like the first three times her eyes flickered over to the table the older Lionesses occupied and she saw how Lucys eyes never left the couple. So just like the first three times your girlfriend moved her head to the side and pressed a soft kiss to the edge of your mouth. And just like the first three times your eyes flew open and you looked at her questionably. Georgia looked at you with an apologizing face and shrugged her shoulders as if she didn't know what else to do. But as usual help was on the way – in form from Rachel, Tooney, Less and Mary. The four watched the whole interaction from their place at the bar as Less turned slightly towards her friends

“This is getting ridiculous... can't Lucy just back off for a hot minute and let them just enjoy their time together?” Alessia asked upset feeling sorry for the two of you

“It's her baby sister” Mary threw in as she tried to reason with Less

“Mary look at me” Less said and waited until she had Marys undivided attention “Do I look like I care... G and y/n deserve a little time to themselves”

“It's not like we could do anything” the Keeper shrugged her shoulders

“Oh but we can” Rachel grinned “I'll even take one for the team”

“Oh god... Rach... what's going on in that messed up brain of yours?” Mary groaned

“I'll distract Lucy and you get G and y/n out of here... I may or may not know that there's a hotel room waiting for them in a different hotel so they at least have a few hours together... here Tooney... give them this and tell them with regards from Sarina” Rachel said as she pushed an envelope into Tooneys hands

“Rach you're mad...” Mary stuttered

“Maybe... but these two? They're Sam and Kristie material... I recognise love when I see it... they deserve it” the blonde shrugged her shoulders but grinned

“Why do I always get roped into shit with the three of you?? Don't answer that... just... let's go” the Keeper rolled her eyes.

“Okay... just a moment” Rachel grinned as she turned around to the barkeeper to order a new drink. Three minutes later there was a new Vodka Cranberry placed in front of her which she took after she took a deep breath

“Okay... Mission Smurf can start” the blonde said as she turned back to Less, Tooney and Mary

“Smurf??” Tooney asked confused

“They always had to hide from Gargamel... and honestly... Lucy acts all Gargamel right now...” Rachel shrugged her shoulders again “Kinda looks like him too”

“Just... wow” Mary rolled her eyes “But let's get this on the road”

The four women pushed off the bar in sync as Rachel made a beeline for the Lionesses table. Millie knew the second she saw her best friend that Rachel had planned something and as she saw the Vodka Cranberry in her hand and her eyes fixed on Lucy she just knew. While Lucy was still distracted by yelling towards her sister Millie got the attention of Keira nodding towards Rachel. The blonde midfielder immediately understood and moved just a tiny bit away from her ex girlfriend who of course didn't notice.

Meanwhile on the dance floor Less, Tooney and Mary kept an eye on Rach as well as G and you so they could immediately spring into action when Rachel did whatever she had planned to distract Lucy. Mary was blessed with the assignment of clearing the way as subtle as possible once Tooney and Less grabbed you two to push you out of the club. The four even went so far to order an Uber for you. So the planned contained Rach taking one for the Team, the three muscleteers (as Tooney dubbed them) getting you out of the Club and into an Uber sending you off to whatever hide away Sarina chose for you. Sounded simple, right? No. It got around the Club that some of the Lionesses were in so even if Mary just casually hovered nearby the couple she got asked for autographs and pictures. She tried her best to keep the attention to herself since she didn't want to put you into the spotlight for dancing with G. So when the Keeper saw Rachel two steps away from the table she excused herself from some fans with the promise to be back in five minutes.

Rachel locked eyes with Millie for a split second and the brickwall just nodded. So Rachel did what every good friend would do. She “stumbled” and threw her Vodka Cran all over Lucy Bronze. Lucy was so focused on you and your girlfriend that she didn't see the blonde forward approaching the table and as she felt the wetness on her face she sweared loudly, her eyes leaving the dance floor to murder Rachel with her glare.

The second Tooney and Less saw Rach stumble they quickly made the few remaining steps towards G and you to push you forward with force.

“Jesus Fuck Toons... what the hell” you exclaimed shocked as you felt your best friend pushing into your back

“Walk” was all that Tooney said her voice stern as she kept an eye on the table

You didn't really had a choice so you walked with Tooney pushing you to walk faster. You looked ahead and saw Mary – clearing the way? What the hell was happening?

You turned your head to look at your girlfriend who had the same confused look on her face as you. She herself gets pushed by Less who also turned around every step to look at the table if Lucy was still distracted

And boy – Rachel did a good job flinging her drink at Lucy. Fully on target your sister was covered from head to chest in Vodka Cranberry furiously trying to clean her face at the moment with Rachels “help” who watched you and G get pushed out of the Club while she used a hand full of napkins to cover Lucys face. As the blonde forward saw that the five of you slipped through the door she stopped “cleaning” your sisters face

“I'm so sorry Luce... there's a step” Rachel slurred a little bit trying to sound a little tipsy

“There is no Step Daly” your sister sneered still trying to clean her top before she remembered what her task was beforehand and her head shot up scanning the dance floor for her little sister

Millie and Keira did an amazing job holding in her laughter as they watched the whole scene unfold. Millie threw Rachel a subtle “Good job”-glance while Keira acted like she didn't knew what was happening

“Where are they?” Lucy asked and Keira couldn't pin down if her voice was angry or panicky

“What?” the blonde midfielder yelled a little louder to leave the impression she didn't hear due to the loud music – Kei understood Luce just fine

“Where's y/n???” your sister yelled back not catching on that Kei played her

Keira looked over the dance floor before looking back at Lucy just shrugging her shoulders

“Where's Stanway and my sister?!!?” Lucy now yelled at Rachel

“How should I know... you are the guard dog... not me... I'm just out of drinks... I'll get me a new one” the blonde shouted back turning around walking off towards the bar a grin spreading on her face as soon as her back was towards Lucy

“Fuck” your sister swore loudly as she pushed herself out from behind the table – this time without Millie stopping her

Kei threw Millie a questioning look and the large blonde just nodded towards the bar where Rachel high-fived Less and Tooney as Mary kept her promise and signed some more fan stuff.

“They did good there” Keira said as she sat down next to Millie

“Hell yeah – I was about to punch Luce into fist-invested dreamland” Millie said as she sipped on her beer “They deserve some time alone... If I was y/n and Lucy would have pulled that shit with me the whole week I'd probably have snapped on day two”

“I tried to warn her...” Kei shrugged her shoulders “I told her to leave the two alone but she won't listen – stupid habit of Bronze women...”

“Let's just hope they enjoy their time together... did Luce just seriously sweep the toilets? As if... y/n is too much of a germaphobe to get it on in a club bathroom stall” the larger blonde laughed loudly as she saw your sister coming out of the toilets

G and you were still flabbergasted as you got pushed into a waiting car and Tooney pushed an envelope into your hands

“With best regards from Sarina” the brown haired woman said before she threw the door shut and the car began to move

“What the fuck just happened?” your girlfriend was the first to speak “And where the fuck are we going?” she looked at the driver

“The Savoy, Miss” the driver answered politely

“What?” G asked confused

“I got called to drive you to The Savoy” the driver answered again

“G” you whispered out after you opened the envelope as your girlfriend was still occupied being confused

Inside the envelope was a booking confirmation for a room in one of the best Hotels in London for two nights – all expenses paid by Sarina Wiegman herself with small note to enjoy themselves and have fun.

“G” you said again this time louder and more firm

“Yes?” your girlfriend finally let go of the questioning the driver – who you named James. He looked like a James

“Look” you shoved the envelope in her hands

“Jesus” Georgia breathed out after she quickly scanned the document “This must have cost a fortune”

You had tears in you eyes as you pulled out your phone – ignoring the 74 missed calls from your sister – to call Sarina

“Mama Rina” you whispered into the phone as soon as you heard the call connected

“It's okay Liefje – you both deserve it... I observed what you went through this week... both of you... just enjoy 48 hours of uninterrupted time together” the dutch woman said lovingly knowing exactly what her adoptive daughter wanted to say “I arranged for your baggage to get moved as well... don't worry about anything other than be at the airport on time”

“Thank you Mama Rina” you spoke slowly as your girlfriend still looked shocked at the document in her hands “It means the World to me”

“Us..” G mumbled next to me as she looked up her eyes still wide

“Yeah... it means the world to US Mama” you smiled slightly as you held your hand out for Georgia to grab which she immediately did intertwining your fingers

“Your welcome Liefje” the dutch woman smiled on the other end of the phone “Enjoy it”

“We will... so much” you said smiling as well

“Oh and Bubba?” Sarina said just before she hung up “Just one Glass”

And with that the line went dead. You looked at your phone confused after Sarina hung up.

“What?” your girlfriend asked when she saw your confused look

“She said “just one glass”... what's that supposed to mean?” you looked at Georgia confused

“I guess we're about to find out...” the blonde smile pointing out of the window as you pulled up to the luxurious hotel

“Fuck me sideways” you breathed out as you looked with wide eyes at the golden statue on top of the entrance

“If you ask nicely” Georgia mumbled and smirked while you just slapped her in the stomach with the back of your hand

“Behave Stanway...” you smirked back as your car came to a stop right in front of the entrance

“I try.. but it's been a while since I had you all to myself” the blonde spoke lowly as man in a expensive looking suit opened the hind doors of the car to let you climb out

“They have car penguins G... this is really high end shit” you mumbled as you glided out behind her

“Yeah... so act like we fucking own it” your girlfriend mumbled back so no one other than you heard her

She held out her hand which you grabbed grateful as Georgia already started to walk inside pulling you along with her. Her stride were confident as if she really belonged in Hotels like this. You on the other hand just gaped at everything. It was so luxurious your brain just couldn't comprehend it.

“Hello and very welcome to The Savoy London. My name is Rita and how may I assist you today?” the young girl behind the front desk smiled at you politely – or she smiled at G politely obviously recognizing her while she basically ignored you.

“Hi... I have a reservation for two for two nights for... what does it say?” your girlfriend looked at you expectantly

“Reservation is under your name” you said remembering the name on the booking confirmation

“Ah yes... Already got your reservation pulled up. Two nights in the Junior Suite for two guests under Stanway” Rita already said as she tipped furiously on her Keyboard.

You suppressed the urge to roll your eyes at her obvious fan girl moment. You mean – this place probably has celebrities coming and going 365 days a year so why was this blondie swooning over YOUR girlfriend. You pull her at her blonde extensions over the front desk and tell her to keep her eyes to herself. Yeah – that sounded like a reasonable plan. Even better you could scratch her eyes out and

“Babe?” G looks at you expectantly

“Yeah?” you answered putting on a fake smile getting pulled back into reality

“You want to have dinner here or want to go outside explore” your girlfriend askes looking at you weird

“It's not that late – I would love to go out a little and maybe tomorrow have dinner here?” you said sweetly smiling so fake you had to gag internally while Georgia threw you a last weird glance before turning towards Rita (another internally gag) speaking about dinner reservation for tomorrow night.

You decided to mark territory a little bit and pressed your body firmer into Georgias side. She didn't really acknowledge it but her arm automatically sneaked around your waist to hold you tightly. You threw a victorious smirk at Rita (there was the internal gag again) as you listened to them two discussed dinner times and tables. Who in the hell discusses dinner tables. It's a piece of wood on four legs – not that hard. But apparently there where many options such as at the window... river side no river side... with direct lighting or indirect lighting... they even discussed HOW MANY GLASSES!!!

You got quite impatient knowing Rita (there it's again) playing on time so you chose the more... direct approach. You pressed your face into the crook of Georgias neck starting to nuzzle and lightly kiss her neck smirking when you felt how she grabbed your waist just a little tighter and the light sharp intake of air.

“Behave” Georgia pressed out between gritted teeth as she still smiled at the receptionist who FUCKING FINALLY got the memo that your girlfriend was very much taken and handed out your room cards.

“Thank you Raven” you smiled overly fake as you picked the room cards out of her hands “You were very helpful” you said before you pulled G away from the front desk towards the elevators

As soon as the doors of the elevator closed your girlfriend hugged you from behind and chuckled

“Didn't think you'd get jealous Babe?” you heard her chuckle directly next to your ear as you just huffed in response

“Should I have waited till she asked for your number or gave you hers? I thought I was being... helpful in showing her that she doesn't need to waste her time” you raised an eyebrow which G saw in the elevator mirror doors

“I mean... I think I still have a spare jersey laying around if she wants my number” the blonde laughed lowly teasing you

“Not the number I meant” you growled and playfully elbowed her in the rips

“If I can recall correctly you let me run after your number for weeks... you even threatened Tooney to nail her feet to the goalpost if she'd give me your number” G grinned as she started to kiss the back of your neck

“Upside down... I threatened her to nail gun her precious feet to the crossbar... upside down” you corrected your girlfriend as your head fell to the side to grant her more access to your neck

“So violent” G teased as she bit down lightly

“Fuck” a low moan escaped your lips

“Soon” your girlfriend chuckled against your neck

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scarletwinterxx · 5 months

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sunshine and midnight rain - mark lee scenario

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"Why are you so mad right now?"

"Because I asked you to do one thing and you didn't" Mark says, still avoiding your gaze.

This was not how you envisioned your morning, when you woke up Mark's side of the bed was already empty. When you went to look for him he was gone, no note, no text of his possible whereabouts. And when he got back, he was clearly and very obviously mad at you.

"I got home just fine" you say with your arms out. Mark still hasn't look at you and it's bugging you. You follow him out the living room. He's going round and round, trying to tidy the place just to avoid having a conversation with you.

"Mark, can you please look at me" you tell him, this made him stop and look over at you. A clear look of disappointment on his face, "I swear I was going to call you but the girls and I were talking and drinking. It slipped my mind, I already booked a cab home when I remembered"

"You went home, way past midnight alone and drunk. Do you know dangerous that is?"

"But I got home safe"

"And what if you didn't? What if something happened? God forbid I get upset about that, I was worried I'm sorry. Is that what you want to hear?"

You say nothing for a while, thinking of something to say back. You really are at fault here, you should be the one saying sorry right now.

"I'm sorry, I should've called" you tell him, now avoiding his eyes just as you feel the tears fill yours. Mark sighs, crossing the room until he's right in front of you. He hooks his finger under your chin, making you look at him.

"I'm mad because I care. I don't trust the world when it comes to you, I just want you to be safe always. I'm not going to stop you living your best life, but I want to know you're safe" he whispers, anger already disappearing.

He wipes the few tears that escaped, cradling your face between his hands.

"Are you still mad?" you mumble, this made Mark smile and shake his head.

"We're okay. I'm sorry for raising my voice at you"

"And I'm sorry for making you worry"

He kisses your forehead before pulling you in for a hug, "I don't like arguing with you, but I'd do it in every universe as long as we make up and end up like this. I love you, always. Okay?"

You hug him tighter, answering him without saying any words.

Just like that you're okay again.

Bless this universe for giving you such an understanding, loving, mature man to love. You'd be stupid to ever let him go which is why no matter what argument, the two of you always make sure to solve it together.

Mark never lets you go to sleep upset, he'll ask you what's wrong or if he's done anything to upset you. At first it was hard for you to admit your feelings that easily, you learned that you don't like being vulnerable, you don't like sharing your true feelings. You bottle it up. But ever since you started dating Mark, all of that changed.

He's there to listen, even when words aren't being spoken. He knows when to give you space, he knows when to chase after you and hold you tight. He knows you in a way you didn't want to know yourself, you used to be scared of these feeling but not anymore.

It's obvious who's the serious one and the jokester in you and Mark's relationship. The best thing about it is the fact that your boyfriend, no matter how serious he is, will always play along.

"Mark, you busy?" you ask, walking inside the office to see him on his computer

He looks over at you with a smile, "No, what's up?"

"I was wondering..." you say while walking towards him, he waits for you to continue. You got to where he was sitting, smiling cheekily at your boyfriend

He knows you're up to something, he grabs you by the waist sitting you squarely on his lap.

"Do you know how to whistle?"

"Do I know how to whistle?" he asks back,

"Yea like you know, like this" you pout, but before you can whistle Mark closes the gap between the two of you. Kissing you gently, he grabs the back of your head to deepen the kiss. Suddenly you forgot what you were doing in the first place.

After a few minutes of exchanging kisses, you broke apart. Looking dazed and in love, "Hey! I was suppose to do that! Did you know I was going to do that?" you asked

"Maybe" he mumbles, looking at you with pure adoration

"I'll pretend I didn't know" he adds, making you roll your eyes.

"You just want to make out"

"You're not wrong there, now come here I need your kisses"

The first time it happened, Mark thought it really was just coincidence.

You just started to decorate around the house, the tree was halfway done and a few other decorations scattered here and there. He was just walking to the kitchen doorway when suddenly you stop him

"What?" your boyfriend blinks back at you confused, instead of answering him you just point up making Mark look at where you're pointing. There hanging by the doorway was a mistletoe.

"When did you put that there?" he asks with a smile, finding the tradition cute. Even cuter when you're looking at him with the biggest smile, ready to receive your kiss

"I just put it up today, now where's my kiss" you say, pursing your lips at him making Mark chuckle. He grabs you by the waist, leaning down to kiss you. It was short but sweet, enough to leave you smiling like an idiot.

A few months ago, the two of you finally decided to move in together. It's been years since you got together, and most times you spend your nights together whether his place or yours. At some point you realized that it would make more sense to just move in together, so you did.

"Love, did you do laundry last time?" you asked him, walking inside your shared bedroom to see him resting on the bed

"I did"

"Oh thanks, love the fabric softener you used. Now all my clothes smells like you" you smile at him, jumping on the bed to cuddle him. Immediately he hugs you close.

"Then will you stop stealing of my clothes now?" he asks

"Negative, I like your hoodies better"

He chuckles at your answer, "Knew it"

"What were you doing?"

"Just checking my phone, I wanted to order this pan for making omelet. Should we get one?"

You love how his sentence now say "we" or "our" instead of his and yours. Of course you still respect each other's boundaries and individuality, but on things like deciding what to paint your home or what furniture to buy or groceries to stock up on it's always the two of you.

"Should we? If we're using it then why not, I love eggs for breakfast" you tell him, looking at his phone screen to check

"I know, that's why I'm getting it. Okay, I'll order it now then" you watch him as he do so.

"This is fun" you mumble

"Hm?"

"This, buying things for our place. I like it" you smile

"Me too"

"Do you want to marry me?"

Your question took him by surprise. Not because he didn't want to marry you, it's just when he thinks of that big question he's the one doing the asking and not the other way around.

"Mark? Sorry forget I said anything" you mumble, moving to rest your head on the pillow instead

"Remember when we first started dating or way before that?" he asks you

"Huh?"

"I was shy, I wasn't as confident as the other guys. People think I'm aloof and too serious. You never thought of me that way, you entered in my life like you were meant to be there all along and maybe you are. Scratch that, I know you are. You're meant to be in my life. When I knew I was falling in love with you I didn't know how to say it without scaring you away, so I did it slowly. I did it in a way that won't overwhelm you. Because to you it doesn't have to be a loud confession or a grand gesture. i loved you they way i knew you would understand. i loved you the way i know how. i just loved you. I know you, your mind is a wonder. You doubt, you question and you worry your pretty mind to no ends. I didn’t want to disrupt that"

By now you're face to face again, he's speaking so softly like he's afraid you'll float away of he's too loud.

"You said I was your peace, and back then that was more than enough for me. By some miracle, you fell in love with me too. And now we're here. So to answer your question, yes I want to marry you. One day I want to get down on one knee and ask you that question, I'm still working on being the man worthy to ask that" he continues, and you soak each and every word he speaks like he's already saying his vows.

Because you know, you know he is a man of words. If Mark says it, then it's true. He will never say such things to deceive you.

"Do you have any more questions for me, pretty girl?" he whispers, waiting for you to speak

You shake your head, scooting until you're on his side again. Tucking yourself as close to him as you can.

He tilts your head so you're looking at him, leaning down to kiss you on your nose, your cheeks and last your lips.

"I'll love you over and over again, just like when we met"

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he wanted to be in love (but you got in the way) // epilogue

{ head, heart, hand. masterpost }

Summary: Oliver is haunted by what he's done to get his happy ending in Felix's arms. His guilt is only made worse when he meets the first member of your family to actually remind him of you. Unfortunately, he does not find it to get better from there.

{ context; please read he wanted to be in love (but you got in the way) first }

Need to Know: They/Them. Explicitly NB Reader. FWB!Reader/Felix. Reader is from a well off family but has pretty much been adopted by the Cattons. YOU ARE ALREADY DEAD IN THIS ONE, but you do get to haunt the narrative. congratulations?

Warnings: discussions of death/overdose, lots of guilt, manipulative oliver, felix being upset, vaguely unhealthy oliver/felix, lotsa angst, oliver quick reckoning with the sunk-cost fallacy.

A/N: 6828 words. first, i don't usually do part 2s when i say something is a oneshot, so this is a rare occurrence. secondly im sorry this is almost 7k there's something wrong with my brain i think. thirdly bro, bro, listen to me; ANGST. HURT NO COMFORT. HURT NO COMFORT. it's soft in the middle THE SOFTNESS IS A LIE. ITS GONNA HURT ALL THE WAY DOWN (apart from nana i love her nd i hope you will too)

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One hour and fifty three minutes.

Rounded up, because all things considered, he should round it up, that's two hours.

Two hours. Like the blink of an eye in the scope of a whole life. But a very long time when you sit and count it out.

One hundred and twenty minutes. Seven thousand, two hundred seconds. He's always counting two hours, seeing exactly how long it feels like, how he can fill that amount of time. Seconds pass like a steady heartbeat.

He can do a lot in two hours.

Oliver tries to occupy himself nowadays more than ever, and really tries not to be alone, but it's hard. Farleigh left for Oxford. Venetia, before she decided to backpack across Europe and find herself, wouldn't let anyone touch her anymore.

Oliver doesn't like leaving Felix alone, but sometimes he has to be. You're laying cold in a family crypt somewhere next to a grandfather you never knew, and while Elspeth and Sir James don't comment on it, they both scowled when your parents sprung the announcement on everyone at the funeral.

Felix spends a lot of time alone at the edge of the maze. He's making a fairy garden where you had waited. Sometimes he'll drive into town without telling anyone, and come back with quaint, second-hand miniatures to add. It's beautiful, shining with greens and golds when the setting sun hits it just right.

So Oliver finds time to occupy himself, when he's alone and all he can think about is you sitting by the maze. You laying by the maze. You alive when he'd run from the maze. And the two hours that followed.

Sometimes he leans out of his window and shouts to the gardeners so far away they look like ants; even at this distance, his voice carries, and he sees them turn, search for him, ask if he's okay. He is, and he apologises, and he think about how far his voice carries.

On occasion, out of the blue, he'll lift Felix up when he hugs him, able to get his feet off the ground as Felix wriggles and clutches him out of surprise. Of course Felix lifts him with ease in return, spins him around, but that's not the point. Oliver is stronger than he looks; he wonders if he could lift you, could carry you far, if he could have dragged you if it had come to it.

Some nights he wakes up in a fright, your rapid heart rate beneath his fingers and he swears he could hear you whispering for help amid your shallow breathing. Please. Pleading. Begging. You were alive when he'd left you. He presses two finger to Felix's pulse point beside him, and tries to calm his breathing, to focus on Felix's slow, steady heartbeat.

And some days he sneaks into the computer room and curses how long webpages take to load when he looks up statistics on overdoses. Symptoms. Niche forums where he can learn what it felt like from survivors. People luckier than you. Their words, their stories, the recollections of those horrifying sensations stick with him, even as he diligently erases any trace of his browsing history.

And he thinks about how fucking long two hours is.

"Nan's coming over later," Felix tells Oliver idly one Sunday afternoon, "we're having tea of you'd like to join us." They're laying out in the grass, Oliver in the grass finding shapes in the clouds, Felix on his side, chewing on the stick of a lollypop he'd finished an hour ago and gently tracing abstract patterns on Oliver's chest.

"I thought you said your granny haunted Saltburn," when Oliver looks at Felix, he still can't help the way his heartrate picks up. Felix Catton touching him in the most gentle, caring way; he'd never stop feeling lucky for getting here, and never forget what he did to earn it.

Felix's gaze moves with his fingertips, up Oliver's warm, bare chest, twisting two fingers in the delicate chain around his throat. He looks pensive; but shakes his head after a beat.

"Different nan," he says distractedly, plastic straw trapped between his teeth. He tugs the chain experimentally, like he's forgotten it's attached to Oliver at all. He's in his head again; Felix is always in his head nowadays, but there's still often echoes of who he was, echoes of what Oliver has fallen for in the first place.

And he's finding himself falling more and more for this version of Felix too. So he tell himself that it was all worth it.

"Love," all these pet names - Love, Darling, Sweetheart - because if he slips up, tries to call him Fi, Oliver knows he'll only get ice in return, "is everything okay?" Oliver carefully reaches up to cover Felix's large, warm hand by his throat with his own. Felix meets his gaze, and gives a faint smile, an attempt to reassure him when he says he's fine. It doesn't work, but Oliver lets it go, and lets Felix tug him in by his chain for a kiss.

"Tea sounds lovely," Oliver murmurs against his lips.

There's something about this visit has Felix alive and buzzing the he way he hasn't in a very long time. Still he's quiet, but his eyes are bright as he follows behind the staff members setting up tea and biscuits in the garden. He goes through all the DVDs the family has and picks out a stack he thinks would be suitable, making sure they're all perfectly stacked by the DVD player. Oliver floats along behind him, and simply allows himself to admire Felix's energy.

Still, Felix finally takes a moment to breathe right as it becomes noon, and decides to have a bath to freshen up before his guest's arrival; two hours before she'd be here, Felix reminds him.

Two hours.

Oliver feels drawn to his own room. He doesn't allow himself to be alone in Saltburn often anymore, doesn't like the thoughts that crop up when he does. Perhaps it's a kind of punishment, a painful reminder, penance for what he's done.

There's a scrap of paper that he keeps tucked in a book in his nightstand, his own handwriting stuffed amongst a collection of Edgar Allan Poe's short stories, words he'd clung to and scribbled out the minute he'd gotten the chance so he'd never forget them exactly.

From the coroner's report, according to Duncan and Sir James. Time of Death; around 2am. Cause; narcotics overdose, and there were signs of alcohol poisoning.

On the back, he'd written '12:07'.

"Mum and dad both say it was a tragic accident," Felix's voice in the dead of night, the night they'd gotten the full report, riddled with guilt and unspilled tears, betrays his disbelief regarding the sentiment. Felix doesn't talk about how his last words to you were shouted with anger. Felix doesn't talk about how your last words to him were a desperate plea for him through tears. Felix doesn't think that it was an accident; only Oliver knows that he's almost right, just not in the way he thinks. Or dreads. But he has to bite his tongue on the truth, and let the man he loves live with this unjust guilt.

The water starts loudly draining for the tub, and Oliver isn't sure how long he's been sitting on the edge of his bed with his eyes squeezed so tightly shut, but he scrambles to stuff the page back into the book, and toss it back into it's drawer. He can smile again, and admire whatever outfit Felix chooses for the rest of the day, and pretend like he doesn't feel your rapid heartbeat or hear your shallow breathing every time he touches that paper, like he had the night he left you.

With the hour drawing ever closer to two, Felix keeps checking his watch. The minute he deems it to be time, he gives up all pretence of small talk - which had been another thing severely lacking as of late - and snatches Oliver's hand, pulling him through the house. They even outstripped Duncan and the footmen by the door when there comes a firm knock. Its the only time Oliver has ever seen any of the Cattons open the doors for themselves.

And it's not Felix's grandmother.

"Hi, nan," Felix sounds so genuinely happy as he hugs the older woman at the door with a warm smile and your eyes.

Oliver feels like he's frozen, like he's seeing a ghost. Out of the corner of his eyes, he sees Duncan actually standing aside, giving Felix and your grandmother a quietly fond smile.

"I swear you get taller every time I see you, oh, my lovely boy," she says with a warm laugh that sounds so damn familiar, "or maybe I've been shrinking, you get to my age and people tend to do that," and Felix laughs, actually fucking laughs. Oliver realises it's been a long time since he'd heard Felix give a proper laugh like that. As the hug ends, Felix let's her tuck her arm in his as she continues, "just you wait, one day you'll only be six-foot tall." Another laugh, and Oliver can see how genuine and broad he's smiling, how his eyes shine when their gazes meet. She's surprisingly sprightly for her age, it seems. Oliver recognises your grandmother from your funeral, but hadn't made the connection at the time, so he's surprised when Felix goes to introduce him and her eyes sparkle with recognised.

"Nan, I don't know if you've been properly introduced, but this is -"

"Your Darling, Oliver," and it's said with such warmth; her hug feels almost like home, "you strange, little thing," she laughs, "it's called a hug; are you not a hugger? I should have asked," but she doesn't apologise, nor does she let go for a few more beats. Oliver gives into this moment, closes his eyes tightly and hugs her back.

"Our Darling Oliver," Felix echoes with such admiration, and when Oliver opens his eyes, it's the first time since you'd passed where his gaze has held only the love and pride Oliver had been craving since he'd first laid eyes on him.

Once Nana - she'd insisted Oliver call her that too - lets him go, she tucks her arm in his, and is waving Felix over to her other side, briskly asking where tea was to be held. Duncan leads the way and she fawns over him too, apparently downright overflowing with love for Saltburn and everyone and everything in it. She talks more than she doesn't, but considering who Oliver is and who Felix has become, that suits them both just fine.

It's been too long since they've had tea together, she insists, and doesn't talk about why exactly that would be. She doesn't bring you up, not while you were all making your way through the house, but once she's settled outside, she takes a moment. The way she looks at Oliver in this moment makes him queasy; the smile, that look in her eyes, the way her gaze takes all of him in. A woman, whose time is so precious to her, taking her time to make him feel seen. Felix is quiet, intrigued by the exchange.

Your phantom heart beats beneath Oliver's fingertips.

"You're Y/N's grandma," Oliver says quietly, breaking the tension. Present tense still, they all play pretend. She smiles, and finally leans back. The moment is broken; Felix pours them each a cup of tea. Nana takes a jammy dodger and looks over the gardens with a smile.

"Of course, dear," she says sincerely, taking a bite of the biscuit, but being so eager to talk that she spoke through half a mouthful, "and when they were thirteen they told me I was Felix's grandmother too, because they'd overheard Felix's mum talking about how she hoped they'd get married some day." Felix snorted a laugh at that, turning pink around the ears as he prepared everyone's tea, as if on autopilot.

"Does that -" Oliver begins awkwardly, but he tries to smile, "do you think in time, they would have ask the same of you about me?"

"Considering how they spoke about you," there's a twinkle in your Nan's eyes as she turns back to him, smile knowing, "there's absolutely no doubt in my mind, my dear." All you had ever done was love him; love him and stand in the way of the love he desperately craved.

Oliver watches his tea for a long while, spinning the ornate cup on its matching saucer, while your Nana almost immediately picked hers up and took a tentative sip. Watching out of the corner of his eyes, Oliver notes the way her face goes on a journey of emotions, from pleased, to confused, to a sudden realisation as she looks to her cup.

"I should have asked you how you liked your tea," Felix realises too late, apology in his voice as Nana puts her cup down with a forlorn, yet fond look.

"No, darling, it's nice to know you know how my grandchild liked their tea," and she holds her cup delicately, looking into it's warm, brown depths, "just the same as I always made it for both of us when they were much, much younger."

"I am so sorry to ask," Oliver hears himself blurt out, unable to help himself, "but how does all this love just skip a generation?" It comes out far worse than he intends it to; he means to ask how someone so loving as you come from parents so uncaring, yet how did either of those parents turn out the way they did when the woman in front of him was clearly bursting with just as much love as you had been. Thankfully, instead of being offended, your grandmother laughs.

"My daughter is a wonderful, intelligent, compassionate, impressive woman," she begins, but sighs with unmistakable disappointment, "but my late husband was never capable of even trying to be a father over pursuing his own interests, and it's one of the few traits she actually inherited from him," she shook her head, "and she went on to fall in love with a man who loved her but suffered from that exact same defect," after a beat, she looked up with a warm, reassuring smile, "it's why I love Y/N so fiercely, and so hard," her grin turns soft and adoring, looking between the two boys before her, "the only way my daughter has ever disappointed me is as a mother, but I will never be disappointed in Y/N as my grandchild."

Oliver knows there's tears in his eyes, and Felix has ducked his head. Immediately Nan begins apologising, realising she'd set both of them off. Despite this, Oliver tries to wave her away, insisting it's fine, before he asks about her; he's heard bits and pieces he thinks, but Y/N had always been so cagey about their family. Honestly he's surprised that your grandmother knows so much about him when he feels like he's barely heard about her.

Despite turning out to be an incredibly decorated artist, with paintings selling for more than Oliver's pretty sure his own family's house is worth, your Nana is quick to downplay her own successes, simply insisting that it took decades of hard work. Again, he sees you in her eyes.

"We've got a few up around the house," Felix adds, "most of them actually from before we even met Y/N," and your Nana gives him a shove, as if flustered and embarrassed by the idea. But Felix is beaming, happy to be showing off her accomplishments, just as he always took joy in celebrating you; "there's one in your room."

"What?" Oliver asked, and your grandmother also seemed surprised, though touched by the thought.

"It used to be their room, actually, but Ollie moved in there, so Y/N was staying with me," he explains a little awkwardly, wanting to skim around as many implications as he could. Thankfully she doesn't comment. All she asks is which one. Felix and Oliver both think about the room; Felix about the few pieces of art on the walls, Oliver about your time of death in the drawer. You were alive when he left you -

"That one of the stars, and that person smoking; I think you actually gave it to them as a gift," he frowns for a beat, "for when they turned seventeen, I think?"

Oh, Oliver knows that one. It's enchanting, blues so deep, so rich it's like you could swim in them, stars that seemed to actually glow on the canvas, and the hazy, dark outline of the window in the foreground, and part of a figure against the windowsill, lit cigarette the lone spot of fire, of red or orange, that makes everything else warmer for it.

"That one really surprised me actually," Nana admits, giving Felix a shrew smile, though he only seems confused, "did they ever tell you anything about it?"

"Said you painted it for them; pretty sure I remember them crying about it," he says fondly, reminiscing, "one of the best gifts they ever got, I'm not lying, they say it every year. It's beautiful." Then, as if recalling what she'd actually said, he looks at her curiously, "surprised you?"

Her smile widened into something both knowing, and endeared.

"I asked them to send me a photo, a postcard, their very best drawing, anything, as long as it was their favourite place in the world - do you really not recognise it?" The tea and biscuits are gone by now, the tea portion of their afternoon is coming to a close. Felix shook his head, almost looking like a lost child, as if he was aware there was something he was supposed to be understanding but couldn't quite get it, "Felix, my dear boy, they sent me a photo of you; that's their dorm room window from boarding school."

Felix looks winded, and a bit like he's about to cry.

"Oh you two were impossibly sweet," she reaches over and holds his hand tightly, looking over to Oliver earnestly, "you take care of this dear boy and his heart, you hear me?"

"Yes," Oliver all but trips over his words to agree, "of course, nan." And she gives him a pleased grin.

They move indoors after this, Felix quiet but lending his arm to Nana, which she takes, while she explained that usually you and Felix would visit a few times a year when they were on break, but she thought it would be best to come to Saltburn this time, given the circumstances.

"You should come see the place when you get the chance," she insisted, patting Oliver's hand.

"It's mostly where Y/N was raised before they ended up staying at Saltburn," Felix supplied with a grin, piquing Oliver interest.

"Y/N's childhood home? Oh I have to see that," he grins, and your grandmother grins brightly for a long moment.

"I'm sure Y/N would love that, they can give you the grand tour -" but her face falters, falls, as if she'd just remembered. Sombre silence, the spell is broken. "I'd love to have you around, dear," she corrects, much softer this time.

Felix lets her pick a movie, while Oliver settles himself awkwardly on the sofa. He wants to reach out to Felix, to touch his cheek, feel his boyish smile and know that it's real. But Felix isn't really even looking at him. There's something childlike about his enthusiasm here, about how he sits on his knees on the floor, watching with rapt attention as your grandmother pores over them. He practically glows as she praises his choices. When she picks one, she hands it over and he scrambles on all fours across the short floor space to the DVD player, fumbling with the case like he can't put it in fast enough. There's a softness in your grandmother's eyes as she watches the boy who has seemingly forgotten the man he is; when she looks at Oliver, its like he sees her asking how easy is he to adore, what a beautiful young man.

"You don't mind watching a movie do you, Oliver, dear?" She asks, though it's clearly an afterthought. He's already shaking his head, assuring her it's fine. Felix is already scrambling back, remote in hand. Oliver tries to make space for him on the sofa between himself and your Nana, but he seems content to sit on the floor in front of her, leaning back against the sofa with her knees gently pressed against either of his shoulders. Handing her the remote, Felix twists to give Oliver an expectant smile.

"Come here, mate," he insists, patting his lap, his legs kicked out in front of him. At Oliver's obvious confusion, Felix blinks for a few moments. It's like he's waking from a dream. His face falls, he goes to apologise, strained smile on his face, "sorry, I know that's weird, you don't have to -"

Slowly, Oliver moves from the sofa, sitting beside Felix on the floor. Your grandmother's knee is pressed gently to his back, but he's not quite sure if he's capable of relaxing enough in this moment to mind. She's playing with Felix's hair, having already started the movie.

"This is what you and Y/N would do," Oliver said softly, and rested his head on Felix's shoulder. Felix takes his hand, and laces their fingers together.

"Do you like it when people play with your hair, Oliver?" Your grandmother asks idly.

"Um, sometimes," he answers, still feeling rather awkward. He hears her chuckle warmly.

"It's okay if you don't want me to; Felix likes it so much he lets me braid it when it's long like this."

"Oh, I know Felix loves it," Oliver hears himself agree, "if he were a cat he'd be the kind to purr any time someone scratched between his little cat ears." And while both he and your grandmother share a fond laugh, he can hear Felix's smile in his words. He gives Oliver's hand a squeeze.

"I can't even argue; I wish I could purr right now."

Oliver wants to bottle this moment forever, keep it locked tight in his chest.

But the movie is a long one. One hour and fifty six minutes. Two hours rounded up. A whole two hours. Enough time to fall asleep with his head in Felix's lap the way they both said you used to. He wakes with your heartbeat in his ears, rapid, alive, left for dead.

"You okay buddy?" Felix looks at him with genuine love and concern; it's been such a long time since he'd seen that look, even with everything that had been happening, "I'm here, you're okay," he assured. Over by the television, putting the remote back, your grandmother glances over at the interaction with a warmth that makes Oliver feel queasy in this moment.

And he'll look up from the book, from his notes from the coroner's report crammed in, obscuring the end of one story while The Tell-Tale Heart begins on the other. Felix will be getting ready for bed in the other room, but he won't sleep there. He can't sleep there. Can't sleep in that bed without you, can't move the costumes from that night that hang side by side as a reminder of the hole you'd left behind in his life. Oliver will read approximately two am in his own messy handwriting, and look at the digital clock on his bedside that had read 12:07 when he'd crashed into his room and locked the door and sunk down against it. The numbers had been shining red in the darkness. On the wall behind, that starry night sky and the hint of Felix and his cigarette; a home you'll never return to hung up in the home you'll never truly leave.

He put enough coke in that bottle to kill a fucking lion. He'd given you the bottle. He'd told you he loved you. He'd left you like that.

He knew you were dying.

He'd left you alive.

Two hours.

The book snaps shut. In the silence he thinks he hears your breathing. Please, Ollie, help. Paranoia is a cruel thing, he has to tell himself; paranoia and guilt.

"Can I ask you something?" Felix joins him just as he's putting the book back in it's drawer. Oliver, heart beat racing - never as fast as the memory of yours, oh now it's all he can think about again - nods quickly. Felix sits on the end of the bed, clearly preoccupied, fussing with the buttons of his pyjama shirt. The days are getting cooler now; Oliver misses his bare skin against his, but he still feels too precarious to make such an observation.

"It's about Y/N," Felix swallows, can't meet his eyes, "about that night." Oliver feels his mouth go dry; the worst fucking night of his life. The night he doesn't know if he'll ever figure out if he regrets all he'd done.

He nods again.

"Were you the last person they spoke to?" It's like Felix is forcing himself to not shy away from this moment, giving Oliver the attention he thinks he deserves for such an important question. Then, after swallowing hard, he can't help but drop his gaze, "why," he can barely get it out, there's already a lump in his throat, "didn't they come into the maze too?" Oliver can't even give him that.

You'd been such a mess on your way to the maze, even with Oliver supporting you. Crying, furious, apologetic; you were everything at once. Even when you couldn't bring yourself to go in, everything about you had been sliding from one emotion to the next. But then it had stopped.

"I can wait for Fi here." It's the most sure that he'd seen you all night. It's when he knew. It had to be you, even if he loved you too. He'd never forget how clear your smile was, how sincere you'd urged him into the maze to follow the tail of what he thought was right. The sight of you, waiting, obedient and loyal for your master to return; "I'll be here, I promise; I'll wait."

Oliver knew before he'd even entered the maze that Felix's return to you would be too late.

In the present, Felix waits too, diligent, expectant. Oliver thinks about lying. Oliver thinks about how the truth will break his heart. Oliver thinks about how close Felix will hold him in his guilt riddled grief.

"I don't think they wanted to interrupt -" Oliver tries to start, but Felix immediately swears, hangs his head.

"Can't fucking believe I did that," he spits, "I was angry, and off my fucking face, sure, but that was fucking low, even for me," he admitted, pitching himself back on the bed, whole face scrunched up with guilt, barking out an upset fuck far louder than the others, prompting to Oliver to tentatively ask what he means. Felix took a moment, as if forcing himself to calm down, before he admits, voice low like he was sharing a secret, "I never even took Eddie into the maze," he sighed. After a beat, he conceded, "no, okay I did, but we didn't do anything - we made out a bit, but -"

"You didn't fuck you ex-boyfriend in the maze," Oliver connected the dots quickly, "but you did fuck your best friend's ex-not-girlfriend who you kind of stole from them, out of spite after kicking them out of your the bed you've been sharing all Summer?"

"Fucking hell, Ollie!" Felix sounds especially wounded when he lays it all out like that.

"Sorry," immediately, Oliver apologises, knot in his stomach when he hears Felix's pained tone. He wonders if this was what it was like for you all through the night of his birthday. Fuck, he can't think about that.

"No, but you're right," Felix admits, eyes finally opening, looking all hurt and vulnerable. Oliver lays himself down next to Felix, going the other way, both of them looking up at the ceiling. Oliver's hands rest on his chest, trying again, softer this time.

"So was a special place to them?" He gets no response other than a guilty nose from Felix, "you think that's why they wanted to wait by the entrance?"

"They wanted to wait for me," Felix says weakly, clearly in his head about that night once more, "didn't want to interrupt even as I was fucking defiling our-" but he catches himself turning bitter again, mouth snapping closed, "after everything I said that night," he mumbles, "fucking hell," he chokes out. The pain in his voice is audible. This is the sweet spot, Oliver thinks.

"I can wait for Fi here," Oliver whispers amid Felix's faint sobs.

"What?"

"You asked me what their last words were," Oliver told him as softly as he could manage; Felix sits up, eyes wide, distraught, so full of guilt and love and - "only thing they were properly coherent about; waiting for you," Oliver props himself up, reaches out to wipe a tear from Felix's cheek.

"You're not- Ollie, please tell me you're not kidding," Felix practically begs.

"I can wait for Fi here," Oliver reiterates, making sure to meet Felix's gaze as he holds his face, "'s the last thing they said- they said; I'll be here, I promise; I'll wait."

God he can see it in Felix's eyes; it's like the man's entire world crashes down around him. But he clings just as Oliver had hoped he would. As Felix holds him tightly, Oliver can't look at the glaring, red numbers of the clock on his bedside, the constant reminder of the two hours where he could have done something. Two hours and those wouldn't have been your last words.

He looks at the painting. At the stars. At Felix and his cigarette and your idea of what home looks like. The stars look just like they did that night. Just as bright. Oliver closes his eyes. Guilt twists people into shapes they don't often recognise; Oliver just holds Felix, hopes they twist into something together.

Except Oliver's guilt isn't the kind that twists, it's the kind that bites. It's like moths, eating him from the inside out. The guilt leaves him with jagged edges and thoughts he'd rather not be having; there are shades of Felix Catton that he loves, but shame and revulsion bites just behind the guilt as the months pass and he realises more and more this is not what he wanted. This is not the Felix he wanted.

Felix is like an echo, like the sun without it's warmth; he can look just the same, smile, talk, charm just the same if it was required of him, but there was something clearly missing from every interaction. Guests to Saltburn would pull his parents aside and ask if everything was alright. He is, but he is not the same as he once was.

Every day Oliver looks in the mirror and sees something grotesque behind his eyes that no-one else seems to notice. Felix Catton was meant to be the prize, the one who tossed aside everything but the best, the one who made the world fight for his attention, and feel heartbroken when he merely looked the other way. After all this, Felix Catton was not someone Oliver expected to be bored by.

Oliver Quick had lied for, lied to, betrayed the trust of, worked to gain the trust back of, loved, made fall in love with him, and literally murdered the love of his life who he also loved and was themselves also in love with Oliver while still considering Felix the love of their life, just to get a chance to spend his life by Felix fucking Catton's side. He wasn't allowed to not want this.

Felix smiles at him, says he loves him, fucks him, but it's not the dream Oliver once had. Something is always missing. No. Oliver deliberately took that thing away. But he can never admit that, nor can he ever regret that; too far gone. Oliver doesn't want to talk about the past, Felix can't being himself to talk about the future. Trapped together in the present, living lives that no longer feel like enough. Their routine becomes suffocating. Even Venetia, the few times she's stopped back at Saltburn, can barely manage a disdainful look, as if merely inconvenienced by Oliver's presence.

The growing apathy of the estate and it's occupants is exhausting. The cost of this lifestyle has long since surpassed it's value. He's even bored of being haunted. Two hours feels like fucking nothing when the days drag on the way they have been. Behind his eyelids he doesn't see you begging for help, you hiss for him to run, to get out.

He should have listened.

"Ollie, can I show you something I found?" Felix sounds bright today, and though Oliver wants to roll his eyes at the idea of anything in this house being new or novel enough to show off, he smiles back instead.

"'course Felix, what is it?"

Except Felix isn't smiling at him. Felix is looking far more serious and determined, sitting on the edge of their shared bed. Oliver immediately frowns.

"Have you been hiding something from me, Ollie?" It's a trap; a forced confession. Oliver shakes his head, plays dumb. Felix takes a deep breath, the kind that shifts his whole body, his expression remaining firm, "before I show you this thing, I want you to be honest with me; you promised you wouldn't lie to me anymore, you remember?" Oliver tries to lighten the mood, leaning against the window with a warm smile.

"Of course, my lovely Felix, no more lying," he assures, but the hairs on the back of his neck stand up with the way Felix remains quiet.

"What's seven-past-twelve mean?" Felix is watching him closely; too closely. Scrutinising his every move. It's like Oliver's been doused in ice water, even his tongue frozen in his mouth, "and what's it got to do with what happened on the night of your birthday?"

Felix doesn't even look at the night table as he opens it; his gaze is solely on Oliver. It's clear he'd done this before, pulling out the book, flicking through it's pages, and pulling the delicate, incriminating piece of paper out from where it had been safe for so many months.

"Felix, I-"

"What does twelve-oh-seven mean?"

Oliver is the deer again, trapped in Felix's accusatory gaze. For just a moment, Felix's voice drops, pleading with him for some other explanation, that Oliver wasn't somehow caught up in what happened, more closely, more malevolently than he'd ever said -

"Tell me," there's tears in his eyes, the furious kind, the ones where he's desperate to love and hope against all odds, "Oliver," he pleads through gritted teeth, "tell me you didn't know."

"Know what?" Oliver's voice is a hoarse whisper; he knows he is caught, all he has left now is borrowed time and a desperately silver tongue he doesn't know if he can rely on anymore. But Oliver's tragically weak denial is enough for Felix to all but jump to the right conclusion.

In a rush, Felix has Oliver by the collar of his shirt, pressed to the window -

"You knew they were dying and you fucking left them there."

This is the tipping point, the end of whatever good this had been. Felix could hurt him, Felix had hurt countless people on your behalf, he'd seen it himself. But Felix had always been the bleeding heart; you were the one who had to be kept on a leash. Felix could hurt him, could probably maim him for what Oliver was about to say, but he never shared your stomach for true Machiavellianism.

"Of course I knew," Oliver managed coldly, despite Felix attempting to crush all the air from him, "the amount of coke I gave them in that champagne could have killed a rhino-" it needed to be unforgiveable, the confession, so Felix would let him leave, would never want to see him again. He hadn't expected the force of Felix's rage to have the glass behind him give out.

Oliver falls from the second story window into the hedge garden below. Felix's shouting is tearing through the whole house it seemed, making his way downstairs, while Oliver tries to regain his breath and figure out if anything's broken. He's pretty sure it's not, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt as Felix drags him by his feet from the hedges, demanding at the top of his lungs that Oliver get the fuck out of Saltburn.

Every single person who'd been in the house comes outside to view the commotion, to see Oliver struggling to his feet, to get away from Oliver. Elspeth looks helplessly between the two boys, wondering what happened -

"Tell her what you did," Felix demanded, once more getting into Oliver's space, jabbing at his chest, "tell her what the fuck you just told me -" and Oliver's strength isn't insignificant, but Felix is in a fury, flooded with rage and adrenaline, and he grabs the back of Oliver's shirt like he's scuffing a cat, shoving him towards his mother like an offering. Oliver struggles because he feels like he has to, feels wild, feels feral, but it's the most of anything he's gotten from Felix in so long. His mouth stays shut, won't give him the satisfaction of a confession.

"He killed them," Felix doesn't even let Oliver have his power play before he grows bored. He shoves Oliver just a little, grip unyielding despite Oliver's best efforts, like he means nothing to him. Elspeth and Sir James are confused, looking between them both, but Felix isn't done with stringing Oliver up for all of Saltburn to see, "Y/N; he intentionally dosed their drink and left them to die outside the maze."

The Catton parents immediately look crestfallen; it's the first time in months Oliver's felt genuine guilt again. Oliver stops fighting. Felix lets him go. Elspeth asks him if this is true; that heartbroken hope is going to make him sick.

"Just send me away already," he drops his head.

"Oliver," Elspeth's voice is firmer this time; when he looks up, she's stepping towards him, tears in her eyes despite how hard she's clearly trying to hold herself together, "is Felix telling the truth?" Is this it? Is this the final gate to his freedom from Saltburn.

"Yes."

Elspeth slaps him so hard her ring draws blood. Oliver hadn't thought that was even possible, but his head is ringing from the collision.

"Get. Out." She hisses with absolute malice as he's hunched over, clutching his face. Felix is by his mother's side in a heartbeat, arm around her, looking at Oliver with contempt. Behind them, Sir James is ordering Duncan and the other staff members to get Oliver off of the property as quickly as possible, but the look in Elspeth's eyes is burning, "this is my family, you monster."

At first, it almost feels worth it to leave Saltburn. To leave the Cattons and their bullshit and their games behind. He thinks he knows them well enough to trust that they don't want the kind of scandal a murder on their hands would be, and for the most part, he's right.

It's not the Cattons who haunt him after Saltburn, though they may be pulling the strings. It's you. It's you sitting on Felix's bed in his dorm room reading every single detail of Michael Gavey's file with threats on your tongue. It's the casual way you talked about being able to access his academic files to change his grades if he wanted. It's you, tipsy at Saltburn, admitting that you got Eddie transferred without his consent to a university on the other side of the country after he cheated on Felix with Venetia.

There's no place for Oliver to return to at Oxford... He's not entirely surprised about that, however, there's also apparently no record of him ever attending. Any calls or enquiries he makes are shut down with the kind of immediacy that seemed reserved for shows about government conspiracies. When applications open for other universities, it seems websites shut down the minute he fills out his damn name. Nowhere in the world seems willing to consider him.

Having him audited seems like overkill. When it happens the next year, despite no employer willing to even consider him for an interview, the existential dread of his situation sets in.

Felix never had the stomach to finish the job; he'd let you haunt Oliver forever.

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