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HAILEE STEINFELD x READER

BODYGUARD

A/N: HELLO BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE! HOW ARE YOU?

As I got swiped away by inspiration and already wrote 8 chapters for my new book, I wanted to surprise you. So I finished proofreading this a new chapter for you!

Let me know what you guys think.

Sending you so much love ❤️

Summary: Y/N got assigned as Hailee's new bodyguard but Hailee is not so happy about it.

Warnings: just a little bit of description for harassment, but it will be gone quickly.

Word count: 21840 words.

The sound of feet covered in combat boots echoing around in the small, empty hallway was the only sound filling the silence around, creating a calming melody to the girl’s ears as she sauntered to a closed door, stopping in front of it and knocking gently, patiently waiting for permission to enter in the office.

"Come in."

The girl opened the door right after and smiled warmly at the person sat behind the big, glass desk in the middle of the room, "good morning."

"What’s it with this formal shit, Y/N!"

"Oh my bad. Hello bitch, how are you doing?" Y/N smiled cheekily at her boss but also her longtime best friend, sitting on one of the two armchair placed right in front of the desk and crossed her left leg over her right, bent over one and looked at her friend expectantly, waiting for a witty remark.

"I would say ‘that’s better’ but I’m not so sure now." Y/N chuckled at her best friend rolling her eyes and winked at her teasingly, "anyway, I don’t want to take too much of your time up. Let’s get to the point and discuss why I called you here today."

"Alright, what is it?" Y/N looked expectantly at Clara, who was now leaning with her elbows on the desk and with her hands linked together, slipping ‘business face’ on.

"I know you got back from your last job about two weeks ago, but I have a new client and requested the best bodyguard I have. I would be a fool not giving you this job."

"Hm, the best bodyguard here. Flattery. A lot of it." Y/N teased with a proud smile, puffing out her chest, before deflating after a snort left her lips when Clara rolled her eyes good-naturedly at her best friend’s antics, "anyway, of course I will take the job, you know I get bored easily at home after a few days off. So who is this new client? A snotty young prince? A dumb heiress? Uh-oh! I know! A stuck-up model with a big God Complex? Ah they are my favorite. Their head is full of themselves, it makes me laugh every single time. Especially when they are male models."

"None of them actually. Luckily I would say." Y/N sighed out in relief at that before both shuddered loudly as they thought over enduring months and months of working with those kind of clients. A fucking tough job. "It’s an actress. She is also a singer and she is starting a tour soon. You will have to follow her around on tour and a few events she is invited to. If you do a good job, which I’m sure you will, more than perfectly, they will have you around her a lot. She is gaining fans quickly and her parents want her safe."

"Sounds good. Easy. Do I know her?" Y/N nodded gently at the job offer and got instantly excited hearing she have to follow the actress around tour. She is always happy with traveling around the world to discover new, amazing places.

"I don’t know. I’ve seen a couple of her movies, maybe you did too. She is Hailee Steinfeld."

"Oh yeah, I remember her. I listened to one of her songs yesterday on the radio. She has a beautiful voice and that song was such a bop."

"Oh great!"

"When am I starting?" Y/N asked in excitement, always wanting to work since she loved her job dearly. She doesn’t know exactly who her new client is, she just knew her name and her voice when she sang, but she will have time to do a small research about her. She always liked to be fully prepared for a body guarding job.

"Well, if you are ready, they would like for you to start now."

"What, now as in now?" Y/N asked in disbelief, her eyes widening in shock as she realized what her best friend just said.

"Yeah, it was kinda fast." Y/N snorted at that as she shook her head in amusement.

"That’s an understatement Clar. But I will accept. How much time do I have to get ready for her tour?"

"2 weeks I think. She is finishing a movie and then she is off for tour. You can meet her today. Her mom called me this morning asking me if it was okay to join them today."

"Sure, no problem. Are we still up for drinks tonight right?"

"Are you kidding me? I’ve been holed up here for the entire week. I need a break."

"Hm, when you say break you actually mean a good fuck right?" Y/N teased her best friend, who looked at her in fake outrage as she placed her hand on her chest feigning taking offense from Y/N’s words.

"Excuse me?!"

"Don’t act so innocent all of a sudden. I’m the one that has to be your wingwoman."

"Go before I decide to fire you as my wingwoman and as a bodyguard."

Y/N chuckled as she sat up and walked around the desk to give her best friend a big, warm hug before promising to pick her up at 7 for their usual Friday night full of drinks. As Y/N exited the building and climbed into her car, her phone dinged with a text message her best friend sent her with all the information she needed about her new job and the location Hailee was actually in right now to go there and meet her. She put the address in her GPS and drove away into the busy streets of LA.

"Name please?" Y/N lifted her sunglasses up her head and looked at the security guard outside the set Hailee was filming in, smiling at him politely.

"Hi, Y/N Y/L/N. I am Miss Steinfeld’s new bodyguard. My agency should’ve already sent all the information needed."

"Ah yes. Here you are. You can park right beside Miss Steinfeld’s trailer. You have to turn left, then right, then right again and you should find it right away. Her name is on the door." Y/N listened carefully to the guard’s directions after he lifted the automatic barrier and let her enter the set’s parking lot. "Have a nice day!"

"Thank you so much. Have a nice day!" Y/N followed the guard’s directions and drove through the set’s parking lot, stopping a few minutes later when she saw a trailer parked in the middle of a deserted part of the parking lot with just 2 cars parked near it. Y/N parked her car right beside a a black Porsche and exited the vehicle, locking it before making her way towards the entrance of the trailer to read once again the name on its door and to make sure it was actually Hailee’s trailer.

"Mom, I already told you that I didn’t need a bodyguard. I don’t want one!"

"Haiz please, listen to me. You are going on tour soon and for the first part of it we can’t be there with you. You are gaining fans fast and we are worried about your safety."

"Yeah, you could’ve tied me to my tour bus or you could’ve locked me into my room. It’s the same, right mom?" Y/N listens to two voices argue, loud enough for her to hear it but just quiet enough to not let everyone around them hear them. She didn’t peer around the trailer to watch who was arguing to avoid being caught eavesdropping, but from what she could hear, she assumed she pretty much was the subject of the argument between Hailee and her mother.

"Haiz, I know you are saying this because you are angry at me and your dad for making this decision without asking you for your opinion, but trust me it was a decision made for your own good."

"Yeah, yeah. Sure. Thanks." Y/N was debating in her mind if she should make her presence known or not, fearing she would get caught by someone, especially from Hailee or her mother.

"Excuse me Miss Steinfeld, but we are ready to shoot again." Y/N sighed out loud when she heard someone approach the two women and quickly ran to her car when she heard footsteps approach where she was leaning on the other trailer’s side.

"Thank you Simon. I will be there in 5 minutes."

Y/N had just the time to close her door quietly before two figures rounded the corner from the back of the trailer, taking just a second to look at them before opening her car door and feigning arriving just in that moment as she adjusted her leather jacket before closing her car door and locking the vehicle again, feeling a pair of eyes watching her movements. "Hm, hello?" Y/N spoke up tentatively, feeling a little bit uneasy at the two pair of eyes staring at them.

"Hi dear, can we help you?" The shorter of the two women asked in a gentle and soft voice, smiling politely at her as she approached them, while the taller one stayed in silence, standing beside the shorter woman with a rigid stance, her arms crossed and her face stoic with her eyebrows furrowed angrily.

"Yes, hi. I am looking for Miss Hailee Steinfeld."

"She is right here." The shorter woman pointed to the taller one with a smile just as Y/N stopped in front of them. "I’m Cheri, her mom."

"Oh, nice to meet you Mrs. Steinfeld, Miss Steinfeld, I’m Y/N Y/L/N. I was assigned to you to be your new bodyguard." Y/N stretched her arm over to shake Cheri’s hand first before doing the same with a reluctant Hailee.

"Oh dear, there’s no need for these formalities, just call me Cheri!" Y/N returned Cheri’s warm smile and nodded softly at her request, "anyway, welcome! I’m afraid we don’t have much time to discuss things since Hailee needs to go back on set, but you can stay with me until she finishes for the day."

"That would be great!"

And they were off, walking towards the set with Cheri talking excitedly to Y/N, telling her how excited she is Y/N was assigned to Hailee as her new bodyguard, how much she admired her for doing such a difficult and sometimes dangerous job, and Y/N listened with rapt attention and with slight amusement at the woman’s enthusiasm but she couldn’t help but notice Hailee stayed quiet the entire walk towards the set with her jaw set and her nostrils flared a bit as she stared with furrowed eyebrows ahead of her. "We’ll wait here sweety, then we will discuss everything after you’re done for the day."

"Okay, see you later."

After about three hours Hailee joined them back where she left, her face conveying her tiredness but Y/N could still see in her eyes she was still slightly mad at her mom for hiring a bodyguard she apparently didn’t want from what Y/N gathered when she eavesdropped Hailee’s and Cheri’s argument earlier that day.

"I already ordered burgers baby. They should be here soon." Cheri told her daughter as she approached them and when Cheri’s hand caressed Hailee’s bicep, Y/N watched as a bit of her anger slipped away and got replaced by a loving glint.

"Thanks, shall we go?"

Y/N couldn’t help but notice a small change in Hailee’s behavior compared to the one before shooting back on set. Maybe she cooled off a bit or maybe she had time to think over her mother’s words during filming, but Y/N was glad that she actually came around her mother’s decision, decision she found truly heartwarming. "How was shooting, honey?"

"It was good. A little bit stressing towards the end of it since Nelly couldn’t remember the right line and she had some troubles getting it right, but it was fun as always."

"Oh I’m so sorry for her. She must be exhausted."

"Yeah, she came back from another set three days ago. She has so many projects going on right now."

Y/N didn’t know who Hailee and Cheri were talking about but she assumed they were talking about one of Hailee’s co-star. "Y/N, dear, have you already worked for another actress or actor before?" Cheri asked Y/N with a small smile as they approached Hailee’s trailer in the set’s parking lot.

"Yes, I have. Quite a few. I started my body guarding job with an actress actually. I remember being so anxious and so nervous all the time. But with time you develop more confidence, you become more confident, you learn how to control your emotions and act rationally and logically. You have to be strategic when needed and you must have a clear mind when a dangerous situation unfolds before you so you can protect your client."

"Oh wow!" Cheri exclaimed, her eyes shining with curiosity that Y/N found extremely cute but she couldn’t help but notice Hailee scoffing under her breath as she rolled her eyes, now being the one curious about the actress’ reaction to her words.

"Anyway, it becomes ‘easier’ with time, even though there is nothing easy in this job." Y/N clarified with a small smile directed at Cheri, since the singer wasn’t exactly paying attention to her as she fished her iPhone out of her pocket and started texting someone.

"Oh I’m sure. Y/N, I know how much you’ve worked with your agency and how much of an hard worker you are, that’s why I specifically asked for you. I know Clara. She is one of my dearest friend’s niece. I asked her to assign Hailee one of her best bodyguards and she immediately told me your name and everything you’ve done during your time in her agency."

"Yeah, we pretty much funded it together. We started together."

"For how long have you known her?" Y/N watched as sheer curiosity glistened in Cheri’s eyes and felt her chest flutter at how comforting her attitude is. She couldn’t help tilting upward her lips when she noticed Hailee had her eyes still on her phone but she stopped typing away on it, clearly interested in the conversation going on between Y/N and Cheri as she tried to listen carefully even if she was acting disinterested. They arrived at the trailer and settled in, Y/N sitting on a loveseat, while Hailee and Cheri sat on the couch in front of Y/N.

"We met in college. She was my roommate."

"Oh that’s wonderful dear! I’m so glad Clara assigned you-." Cheri got interrupted when a knock on Hailee’s trailer’s door echoed around the makeshift living room, "it must be the delivery guy with our order. One second, I’ll be right back."

"Yeah, sure." Y/N awkwardly looked around the room with her hands entwined, not really knowing what to say now that she is alone with Hailee, but trying to find something to say since she will be her bodyguard from now on and they will need to start some kind of civil relationship between them. "How was your day on set?"

"Good." Y/N had a feeling that that one word answer will be the only thing that will leave Hailee’s mouth and sighed out softly. The singer’s tone wasn’t exactly harsh or conveyed hostility, but it held a dryness in them that told Y/N she was still pretty mad at her mother or even Y/N herself for this situation. Not that Y/N had a say in all of this. She was just doing her job.

"Okay! Here I am!" Cheri came back a minute later, carrying two dark paper bags full of their food and Y/N immediately sat up to go help Cheri, feeling Hailee’s eyes on her in the process but paying no mind to it. "Oh thank you, dear."

"You’re welcome." Y/N smiled widely at Cheri, who grinned back at her with sweetness seeping out of her every pore before they settled everything on the kitchen table, with surprisingly Hailee’s help, who got up a minute after Y/N.

"Let’s dig in. I’m starving." Hailee stated, making her mother chuckle with a fond smile on her lips and gestured to Y/N to eat before joining them.

"Have you got everything, honey? Did you pack everything?"

"Yes, mom!" Hailee laughed good-naturedly at her mother’s anxiety as she made her check her suitcases 4 times and go over the list she made of things she had to pack at least 10 times to make sure she packed everything with her before making her finally close her suitcases to bring them down to put them in her tour bus. "I literally have the list memorized by now." Hailee smiled lovingly at her mother as she checked the list for the umpteenth time before meeting her eyes and nodding at her.

"Okay, yeah. You’re right. Sorry. I- I’m just a bit stressed. You’re going on tour and I want to make sure you have everything with you."

"I know mom. I got everything. I checked everything before closing all my suitcases." Hailee smiled warmly at her mother before chuckling softly under her breath with fondness swirling around her brown irises when she watched her mother fold the piece of paper with the list on it and nod gently at her.

"Good! That’s good. Hm, alright it seems you’re ready to go. Oh no! It’s getting late!" Cheri took a look on the watch on her wrist and placed her right hand on her cheek in shock when she looked at the time. They were running a bit late.

"Yeah, we need to go." Hailee hugged her mother before doing the same with her father and her brother then walked in her tour bus and closing the door, making sure to lock it before making her way further into the bus to settle everything down. She felt the bus start moving and sighed out contentedly.

"Hi." Y/N had to swallow the soft snort that was ready to come out of her mouth when Hailee jumped up in fright with a small squeal at Y/N’s voice echoing around the silent bus.

"Oh shit. Fuck! You scared me."

"Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I didn’t know how to make my presence known without scaring you, I guess I didn’t do a good job." Y/N chuckling softly while scratching the back of her head, the grimacing to try to convey her regret for scaring the singer.

"Well- don’t worry. I guess it’s definitely better than doing a sudden loud noise or something like that."

"Yeah, I guess." Y/N chuckled softly under her breath, emitting another soft chuckle then let a small smile adorn her lips as she looked at Hailee for a few seconds before focusing on her hands in her lap, feeling slightly awkward being in a room alone with Hailee since they had never been alone again since when first meeting almost 10 days prior.

"Hm, what are you doing here?" Hailee asked as she played with her fingers, wringing them gently as she tried to focus her gaze on anything but Y/N, clearly feeling the awkwardness between them. It’s not that they started off on a wrong foot, but Hailee still strongly believes she doesn’t need a bodyguard while on tour and she hadn’t acknowledged Y/N, just the bare minimum.

"Your mom told me to stay here with you." Y/N answered with a serious, business-like tone. She had always been a professional at work and had never, not even once let her emotions show or let them control her, but since Hailee had never been friendly with her, always acting annoyed by Y/N’s presence, almost like she blamed Y/N for being there to protect her when she was just doing her job, she decided to build a wall between them and act just with Hailee just like Hailee is acting with her.

"Oh, yeah right. To protect me." Hailee stressed the word ‘protect’ out with a sarcastic tilt in her tone and Y/N felt annoyance bubble in the pit of her stomach, but she tried to swallow her comeback down to prevent starting an argument with her new client.

"Yeah." Y/N trailed off for a few seconds to collect her thoughts and try to not sound annoyed as she felt to Hailee, "that’s what I do. It’s my job."

"I don’t doubt that, trust me. It’s just that, like I’ve been trying to say for the past 10 days, I don’t need protection!"

"Yeah, I heard you. Your mother heard you. Your father heard you. But they are still worried. Fans can get crazy. They are all amazing, but sometimes meeting your idol makes you go a little crazy. Trust me, I met a lot of them. A few of them were pretty crazy."

"But not my fans."

"I’m not saying that. I’m just saying that fans can be a lot sometimes, especially after waiting for you for an entire day at a venue or at the airport. They are loyal, passionate, loving. And that can get too much sometimes."

"Yeah, sure. Whatever." Y/N resisted the urge to roll her eyes as Hailee dismissed her as she wasn’t paying attention anymore with a wave of her hand and rummaged around the kitchen for a mug. "I’m just changing a few things from now on. When we’re stopping for a break in about an hour, you’re gonna leave me alone. I don’t need a babysitter."

"I’m not a babysitter." Y/N countered back with a strong but still polite tone, crossing her arms and staring at Hailee hard.

"Yeah sure, but I still want to be left alone. I do not agree with my mother’s choice of giving me a bodyguard, but I have to accept it in some way. But what I don’t accept is you staying here when you can easily stay with the crew on the other bus. I want my privacy."

"Okay well. I will go on the other bus as you wish." Y/N gave in dryly, not wanting to keep discussing this subject, stood up right after and, without sparing Hailee another look, walked into the driver’s cabin and asked him to pull over and let her walk out of the bus. Thankfully he stopped immediately after her request, communicating what he was doing to the other driver and without even saying anything else to Hailee, she walked out of the bus and got on the other one.

"Yeah, yeah, totally. Oh, yes, we just got here." Hailee opened her tour bus’ door as soon as it stopped, finally arriving in Phoenix, the first city that will start Hailee’s worldwide tour. "Yeah, I am getting off of the bus right now and I’ll go in the venue for the soundcheck."

Hailee stopped in her tracks on the last step to get off the tour bus when she came face to face with Y/N, already waiting for her with her arms crossed and stoic face to accompany her in the venue. "Hi."

"Yeah no, sorry mom. Line got interrupted for a second." Hailee ignored Y/N and visibly rolled her eyes, letting out a huff through her nose as she descended the last step off the tour bus and walked away from Y/N, huffing out again when she heard over her mother’s voice through her iPhone’s loudspeaker steps following her, annoyed about Y/N following her around. "Okay, I will. I need to go now. Okay, bye mom. Love you."

Hailee waited for her mom to say ‘I love you’ back before hanging up the phone. "Are we ready to start our first soundcheck for the first date of this tour?!"

"Hell yeah!" Hailee high-fived her guitarist before doing the same with the drummer, joining her at her sides then walking inside the venue. Hailee took a second to sweep her eyes all over the place, taking it in and smiling widely when she imagined the venue being completely filled with her fans that night. "Hm, I missed this so much." Hailee stated out loud, letting out a sigh as she soaked up in the feeling of finally being back on tour.

"Hey, Y/N! It’s nice to see you again." Y/N smirked smugly when Hailee furrowed her brows and turned her head around in confusion when her drummer said ‘hi’ to Y/N, Hailee then noticed the smug grin on Y/N’s face and rolled her eyes in annoyance before turning back around and walking towards the stage.

"Hey Mick. How is it going? Everything already set up?" Y/N asked enthusiastically at the young man smiling back at her, who walked into step with her as she walked behind Hailee, now a few feet from them. "Excited for tonight?"

"Oh yes! Everything is set up. I’m so thrilled for tonight. I can’t believe it’s sold out on the first night already." The brown eyed young man looked at the stage with a big, bright smile before looking at Y/N again, "so everything is going good. Great even."

"Cool. Are we ready for the soundcheck? Can I go get my in-ear monitors in?" Hailee butted in the conversation and asked just as enthusiastically, eyeing the stage some more before focusing her attention back on her drummer.

"Oh yes! I have them already. Go get ready."

"M’kay, ready for soundcheck in 5 minutes, Mick."

"Okay!"

"Are you ready?" Hailee’s makeup artist asked in a soft voice as she applied the last touches of makeup on the singer backstage, Hailee nodding gently as she stared ahead of her after taking a deep breath, making the makeup artist smile warmly at her.

"I’m a bit nervous." Hailee admitted as she bit on her bottom lip anxiously, watching from her position in the backstage the lights on stage changing colors while the music in the background became louder and louder each passing second, signaling and warning her she only had about 10 seconds before going on stage, the beats of the drums reverberating through her ribcage, filling her up with adrenaline.

"You’re gonna do great." Y/N shouted over Hailee’s fans loud screams and smiled encouragingly at her, shocked to see a small grin directed back at her after the singer moved her focus from the stage to her, meeting her gaze briefly then returning her eyes back on stage, taking one last deep breath before running on stage, saying ‘hi’ to her fans that erupted in the loudest collective scream yet.

"Hello everybody! How are you?" Hailee laughed into the mic when her fans screamed louder and shook her head fondly before continuing, "I can see you’re doing great! Let’s get this show started, shall we?"

Y/N had to admit the concert was amazing. The fans were crazy for Hailee and Hailee put one hell of a show for them. Y/N had travelled a lot and she had seen a lot of concerts when she was a singer’s bodyguard and she had seen a lot of crazy fans, a lot of them were crazy, but she had never seen so much love being directed at a singer with that intensity, with so much warmth. It was endearing, truly. "WOHO! HOW WAS THAT?!"

"You did amazing. Congratulations."

Hailee turned around to stare back at Y/N, still not expecting her acting so nicely after treating her so poorly. "Thank you!"

Y/N smiled warmly at Hailee but the brown haired girl just reciprocated with a tight lipped smile before turning towards her dancers engulfing her in a big group hug, "hey, great show!"

Mick high-fived Y/N enthusiastically and giggled alongside her while bumping their shoulders together, watching as the dancers surrounding Hailee now started jumping up and down with her in the middle and screaming at the top of their lungs. "And it’s just the beginning."

"Do you think it will get crazier?" Y/N asked with an incredulous voice, watching Mick nod with widened eyes. "Really?!"

"Yes! Hailee’s fans are the best. They are so passionate about her! It’s amazing."

"I saw them during the concert. I still have to ‘encounter’ them in other occasions but I can see they are passionate." Y/N admitted as she watched Hailee interact with her dancers as she smiled widely, "I guess I will need to be extra careful, right?"

"Eh, not that much. They are respectful. Most of them at least. She had almost zero encounters with ‘batshit crazy’ fans."

"That’s good to know. I had a quite a few with that kind of fans and trust me, it’s not a pretty sight to witness."

"Oh I’m sure." Mick snorted under his breath before shaking his head softly, "but I’m sure it’s fun and exciting, am I right?"

"In some way yeah. But I guess when you need to protect your client, you are worried too. Even if there isn’t too much danger."

"Oh yeah, right." Mick seemed to ask something else, but he never got the chance because Jasmine, one of the dancers, came sauntering towards them with a big grin and interrupted them.

"GUYS! GET READY! WE’RE GOING TO PARTY!"

"What?" Y/N snorted when Mick asked that question with his eyebrows furrowed and a confused expression on his face.

"You heard me. We are going to celebrate the first concert of the tour!"

"You already planned everything, didn’t you?" Mick asked with a mischievous grin on his lips as he crossed his arms and looked at Jasmine knowingly.

"Well, yeah! C’mon, we’ve known each other for years!" Y/N watched as Mick chuckled with a small nod as Jasmine circled her arm around his shoulders and side-hugged him tightly.

"Fair enough. Anyway, I’m always in when there is alcohol involved."

"Y/N, are you in?" Jasmine asked with a smile, rolling a strand of hair around her index finger and looking at the Y/H/C girl expectantly.

"I kinda have to." Y/N replied with a snort, "you guys kinda have to be friends with me, because wherever Hailee goes, I go too. But I’m glad you invited me, so I don’t feel like I’m crushing on you guys’ night."

Mick and Jasmine laughed at her joke and both punched her shoulders as they shook their heads, "you sound like a jealous girlfriend."

Y/N snorted out loud at Mick’s joke before flipping him off, making him laugh harder alongside Jasmine. "C’mon you two, let’s get drunk!"

"I know! But at least I got free alcohol!" Jasmine laughed care-freely as she sipped on her drink, moving her head to the beat of the song playing in the club while eyeing her friends in the vip area dancing.

"We got free alcohol. Thank you Jaz!" Mick leaned over the table and high-fived Jasmine then doing the same with Y/N, who was only paying half attention to what they were saying as she tried to keep her gaze focused on Hailee dancing with a few of her dancers on the dance floor not too far from them. "Dude you now look like a jealous girlfriend. Chill. She is with us. She is safe."

"Stop harassing her Mick. She is doing her job." Jasmine leaned over the table to slap Mick’s shoulder before sitting back on her chair and patting Y/N’s hand gently, drawing her full attention. "Don’t listen to him Y/N."

"Oh trust me, I’m not. And I never will." Y/N joked with a mischievous smile directed at Mick, making him gasp with an offended face, his mouth opened in an O shape and his eyebrows drawn together, but she purposefully ignored him and focused her attention on Jasmine instead. "I just- I don’t want to be too oppressive. She doesn’t want me here. But her mom does. I want her to trust her mom is right. I am not her enemy. Nor are her fans. But sometimes things get crazy and I am here to protect her if it will ever happen."

"Don’t worry Y/N. She will come around eventually." Jasmine assured Y/N with a warm smile.

"Yeah, she will. I am sure of that." Mick caught Y/N’s attention by laying a hand on the Y/H/C girl and patting it gently.

"Thank you guys." Y/N smiled in appreciation at her friends, who just lifted their drinks and winked at her with small grins of their own.

"I need a drink." Y/N snorted under her breath when another dancer, Tess, walked at their table and sat unceremoniously down on the chair beside her, a bit sweaty and out of breath. "Can you go get me one Mick?"

"Sure. For 200 dollars."

"What?! C’mon! You came here to sit three songs ago! I need to rest." Tess argued as she groaned at Mick’s mischievous expression.

"Not my fault. You could’ve joined me then and you could’ve rested enough to get a drink." Mick countered back with mirth glowing in his eyes. Despite his words, Y/N saw Mick gripping the chair’s armrests, a clear sign he is ready to get up, and that gesture made Y/N smile fondly as she witnessed the drummer mess around a little bit with Tess.

"Ugh, you’re an asshole." Tess flipped him off before sending him a kiss when he got up from his chair right after. "Love you!"

"Yeah, yeah." Mick waved Tess off before walking towards the small group still dancing and talked to Luke and Mark quickly, before walking towards the VIP area’s bar. He probably asked his friends to get drinks for everyone and not too long after everyone joined the table when Mick, Luke and Mark brought shots and drinks. Everyone except Hailee. Y/N was ready to sit up and join her to keep an eye on her closely, but Tess passed her a shot and made her cheer with everyone else. Then another. When the third one arrived in a very short time, Y/N declined it since she was technically working and that made her senses go back on alert, chancing a look at Hailee, expecting her to dance with the few people dancing on the dance floor, but she was met with uncomfortable eyes that were clearly asking for help. With a lightning-fast movement she sat up from her chair and strode towards the dance floor.

"C’mon, let me buy you a drink babe."

"Do not call me babe. I said no. Thank you." Hailee talked slowly but with a firm voice, her tone a bit lower and full of anger and annoyance.

"Then let’s dance a bit before getting that drink. I promise I will make worth your while."

Y/N wanted to punch that douchebag’s face repeatedly when she heard the conversation going on as she got closer to Hailee and a small curly, dark brown haired boy, watching as he ogled Hailee with his brown eyes. "Is there a problem here?"

"No. Bye."

Y/N had to restrain herself when the boy answered before Hailee could, not even moving his eyes from her chest before meeting Hailee’s gaze with a disgusting flirty smile, "where were we? Oh yeah, we were about to dance. Or we could skip the dance and the drink and get right to the good part."

"Like a said no. A million times no."

"But-."

"You heard her. No." Y/N interrupted him as she crossed her arms under her chest and approached Hailee slightly, noticing how she leaned a bit over her as she tried to move away from the boy.

"Who are you?" Y/N had to physically restrain herself from punching repeatedly this douchebag’s smug face by closing her hands into tight fists, feeling her short nails sink deep into her palm and creating a grounding stinging, and by taking a deep, calming breath but it proved to be a really difficult task when the douchebag’s face twisted in disgust, "go find another girl to hit on, she is not interested."

Y/N’s patience was becoming thinner by the second and closed her eyes for a second to stop from head-butting hard this jerk, before opening her Y/E/C eyes again and focusing her cold gaze on him, "the only person I want to hit, hard, right now it’s you. Don’t test my patience. I’m here to tell you to go fuck yourself."

"Nice try, but I’m not going anywhere. Not without her at least." Hailee frowned in disgust when the boy winked at her in something that he may have considered seductive before focusing his gaze back on Y/N. "So why don’t you go bother someone else?"

"Did I stutter? Go. Fuck. Yourself."

"Listen-."

"No you listen for once. I said no. NO. A million times no. I guess you don’t take a no for an answer but I don’t care. I said no. I’m not going anywhere with you. And apologize to her since she had been nice enough to not beating the shit out of you."

"Oh I got it now. You two are together. It’s fine. We can arrange something." Y/N and Hailee facepalmed right away as they stared dumbly at him for a few seconds but they sighed loudly when they noticed he was actually serious.

"We’re not together. I am her friend."

Hailee was glad Y/N didn’t use the word ‘bodyguard’ since this jerk seemed to be so dense and dumb that he would’ve thought about some kinky role play shit he would’ve wanted to join. "We are her friends and we tell you to go nicely. Don’t let me repeat myself or the word ‘nicely’ won’t be used again."

Hailee turned her head around and smiled warmly at Jasmine and Mick behind her mimicking Y/N’s pose and watching the boy with a withering glare, "ugh fine, you bitch were too fucking haughty and snob to fuck."

The boy turned around with a scoff and went to walk away, but Y/N stopped him right after, "oh hey! You forgot something."

"What?" The boy didn’t have time to turn fully around before Y/N’s fist collided with his cheek hard and made him fall down on the floor with a grunt that almost got covered by the cheers and loud wolf whistles from her friends as they cheered Y/N on.

"There. Now you can go to hell asshole."

After about an hour, Y/N walked out of the club, following Hailee closely as she talked animatedly with two of her dancers about something Y/N wasn’t exactly paying attention to. "You don’t have to worry about that, we will blame Pete for that."

"Hey!" Y/N smiled softly at the boy in question protesting, lowering her head down and watching her feet move on the concrete for a few moments before looking up ahead again.

"Don’t worry, we won’t do that." Hailee was quick to reassure with a calming, comforting tone but her innocent expression then broke into a mischievous smile a second later, "maybe."

"I hate you two!" Pete put his hands on Hailee’s and Lorna’s shoulders, walking respectively on his left and on his right side, and pushed them to the side, making them stumble in their steps.

"That’s our stop. We’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight Haiz." Lorna and Pete hugged Hailee tightly, doing the same with everyone that wasn’t on the bus they were staying in then walked in their bus.

"I’ll join you guys in a second. I will walk Hailee to her bus."

"Okay." Jasmine lifted her thumb up and nodded at her after she hugged Hailee goodnight and walked alongside her friends to their bus.

"Hm, I need to walk you back to your bus then I’ll leave you alone." Y/N told Hailee in an awkward stance and shrugged softly.

"Okay." Hailee nodded and started walking the few steps towards her tour bus, hearing Y/N catch up with her not even a second later.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah." Y/N didn’t believe Hailee not even for a second, she saw her bite on her bottom lip and fidget with her hands nervously since they left the club not too long ago, making Y/N ask if Hailee was okay.

"Are you sure? You seem a little bit- lost? Deep in thought. I just want to make sure you are okay."

"I am just a little bit shaken by what happened." Hailee finally admitted after a few seconds of silence, causing Y/N’s heart to clench at her quiet voice.

"I am so sorry." Y/N apologized with a regretful expression on her face and looked at Hailee with remorse clear in her Y/E/C eyes, "I shouldn’t have sat down at the table. I should’ve been right beside you so he wouldn’t have approached you in the first place." Y/N looked down at her feet for a few seconds in shame before looking back into Hailee’s brown irises when she felt them on her, finding nothing but fondness in those mesmerizing irises.

"Y/N, it’s not your fault. I actually really appreciated you giving me space and not staying glued to me all night long. I might not wanted and I might still not want you here since I don’t think getting a bodyguard was necessary but I understand my mother’s worries and I respect your job. And you did an amazing job. You came at the right time and helped me out and I’m grateful for that. Stop beating yourself up. You did nothing wrong."

"I know, but I should’ve arrived earlier. I should’ve stopped him before he could’ve approached you. I was distracted and I shouldn’t have been distracted. Not when I am working."

Hailee smiled tenderly at her before placing a hand on her right shoulder and caressed it softly in a comforting manner. "It’s okay. You need to have some fun too!"

"I don’t. Not when I’m working." Y/N countered back with her eyebrows furrowed and shook her head in denial, "my priority is your safety and I can’t protect you if I am distracted. It won’t happen again."

"Okay, stop. Hold on. Let me open the door and we can keep talking." Hailee rummaged in her purse to find the tour bus’ keys and opened the door, then signaled for Y/N to enter, but the girl shook her head and signaled her to go in first. Hailee rolled her eyes good-naturedly and shook her head with a small smile before she realized Y/N wasn’t going to give in and walked in first.

"Wow, what a mess!" Y/N said out loud and widened eyes comically as she took in the place, full of clothes scattered all over the living room’s floor and couches.

"Yeah sorry, I was trying to unpack a few things."

"All of this is a bit more than a few things." Y/N joked as she looked at Hailee comically and the girl shrugged shyly.

"Anyway, we started on a wrong foot. Especially because of me. Let’s start over. I will try to be more polite to you if you will try to have fun when needed."

"Oh I didn’t realize this was a negotiation." Y/N cracked another joke, smiling mischievously at Hailee while shaking her index finger to point at Hailee and herself, the singer scoffing with another good-naturedly roll of her eyes. "Anyway, I will try. But your safety has to come first."

"Deal."

"Ugh, Y/N relax. You don’t need to walk me back every night to my trailer, especially when it’s 10 feet away from the entrance!"

"I am sorry, but this is the protocol. It’s my job to be sure you are safe in your trailer."

"Yeah, okay, but no one is around. My fans are on the other side of the venue."

"I still will walk you back in your trailer." Hailee huffed out a small laugh as she fished her keys from her stage pants she stashed in there after grabbing them on the counter in her changing room before walking out of the venue and unlocked her tour bus door. "I-."

"Like every other night for the past month, no. You don’t need to check the bus. It was locked."

"Okay." Y/N sighed dejectedly, scratching her forehead in frustration at Hailee’s stubbornness as she looked the singer in her eyes, "you did great tonight by the way."

"Thank you." Hailee smiled widely at the compliment, adrenaline still pumping hard in her veins at how wonderful the concert was that night. The crowd was ecstatic and the atmosphere was amazing.

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight Y/N."

Y/N could hear Hailee’s name being screamed by the ecstatic crowd from the backstage and couldn’t help but smile at how passionate Hailee’s fans were and how much love they showed her, "okay, all set. You can go on stage now."

"What’s up everybody!" Y/N smiled widely when Hailee run up on stage and the whole crowd erupted in a loud scream of excitement at her sight, "wow, I see you are happy to see me!"

No matter how many times she saw it, Y/N was still stunned how much loved Hailee was by her fans. She had travelled a lot and she had been pretty famous singer’s bodyguard before, and even if Hailee’s fans weren’t that much compared to the singers’ fans Y/N had worked for, she could see the real passion, affection and love they had for Hailee. A lot of really famous singers have also a lot of ‘occasional’ fans in the crowd that are there at their concert just to watch them live, but with Hailee’s fans Y/N could see every single one of them would go to every single one of Hailee’s shows, they weren’t just occasional fans. "WOHO! WHAT A GREAT SHOW!"

"Fuck you Mick! You will make me go deaf one of these days."

"Nah, you’ll be just fine." Mick waved her off and snickered as he circled his arm around Y/N’s shoulders and hugged her closer for a moment before pulling away.

A few seconds later a body crashed into her back as it crawled over it, giving her just a few seconds to react and grab the person’s thighs to prevent them to fall on the ground, "Y/N! I missed you!"

"Jaz we saw each other 2 hours ago!"

"I know! But I still missed you!" Y/N smiled warmly at her friend as she hugged her tightly and shook her head before putting her down gently.

"Oh yeah! I’m gonna change quickly. I wanna say ‘hi’ to them." Y/N heard Hailee speak to her manager not too far from her and watched curiously as she run to the hallway that led to the dressing rooms, already knowing she was talking about going to say ‘hi’ to her fans waiting outside the arena. She followed her and waited patiently outside her dressing room as Hailee finished changing from her stage clothes and walked her to her fans when she finished, watching with fondness in her eyes Hailee talk to her fans, signing their pictures of her and taking selfies with them. It was calm for almost 10 minutes until a fight started not too far away from them, a few rows back, between a few Hailee’s fans. A few screams could be heard and Y/N, waiting patiently a few feet behind Hailee until then, immediately jumped into action and went to take Hailee away from the scene, since the arena’s guards already got it covered, but the singer walked forward to try to calm everyone down slipping from Y/N’s grasp. Y/N saw from the corner of her eyes as she walked again towards Hailee, a girl crashing into another girl holding a beer and accidentally breaking the bottle onto the barrier on her left, before another girl crashed onto her side and made her stumble forward, dangerously close to Hailee, as she walked a few steps forward to try to help and calm everyone down. "Guys, please let’s just-."

"Hailee!" Y/N got in front of Hailee’s just in time. The Y/H/C girl grabbed the singer’s forearm and pulled her behind her back as she got in front of her a second before the broken bottle got pushed into her lower stomach while the girl holding the bottle fell down on the floor right in front of Y/N’s feet. Y/N grunted in pain when she felt a big piece of glass embed in her skin and flesh, while the rest fell down on the floor and crashed into pieces, but the Y/H/C girl pushed the pain away to protect Hailee and moved her away from the hassle. "We need to go."

"Oh shit- Y/N!"

"We need to go now. I need to escort you away to a safe place."

"B-but we need to look at that-."

"I’ll be fine." Y/N gritted through her teeth as she ignored the excruciating pain and grunted out loud when she pushed Hailee towards the direction of her tour bus.

"Y/N we seriously need to call someone." Y/N grunted back in protest as she kept pushing Hailee towards the bus and signaled for her to open the door as she looked around for anymore treats. "Y/N, please. You’re bleeding."

"I will check it as soon as I am sure you are safe and now-." Y/N trailed off as she closed the door behind her and locked the door. "Now you are." Y/N sighed out loud as she laid her back on the closed door for just a moment before she pushed past the pain for a few more seconds to check the entire bus to be completely sure Hailee was safe.

"Okay, now please, stop here and let me check." Hailee leaned her hands on Y/N’s shoulders when she joined her back on the living area and pushed down gently to let her lay her butt on the small table behind her. "Oh fuck. It looks bad." Hailee stated, examining the big red spot on Y/N’s white t-shirt with a worried expression on her face.

"Can you- l-lift the shirt?"

"I don’t know." Y/N grunted in pain when Hailee just grazed the hem of Y/N’s shirt and stopped her movements right away.

"Fuck." Y/N hissed out loud and retracted her body abruptly from Hailee’s grasp, "sorry, just- be careful."

"I am." Hailee replied softly with a small smile, "I think we should let it be checked." Hailee repeated as she looked once again at the blood stained patch on Y/N’s white shirt, biting her bottom lip nervously. A few seconds later she felt the bus move and instinctively looked at the closed door separating the living area from the driving cabin at the front of the bus with her eyebrows furrowed together. "No, no, no! We should stop."

"No, it’s okay. It’s important that we get away from that chaos. We can handle it. Wait, let me rephrase that. I can handle it. I don’t want to bother you too much. I will go into the bathroom and as soon as we are far away I will go into my bus." Y/N announced as she lifted herself off the table with another pained grunt and limped a few steps towards the bathroom to check herself the damage that broken bottle did to her, but a gentle hand on her right bicep stopped her in her tracks.

"You can’t be serious Y/N. I will help you." Y/N smiled in appreciation at the soft tone Hailee used and nodded gently at her, who nodded back with a small grin of her own, "okay, now stay put. I don’t want to hurt you if you move."

"Yeah, okay." Y/N let herself be lead by Hailee back towards the table, making her sit back down on the table and slowly but more firmly this time, lifted Y/N’s t-shirt to assess Y/N’s injury, carefully slipping the shirt away from the glass before pulling it up under her chest.

"Oh shit." Y/N gasped out loud when she felt the cold air hit her hot skin and chanced a glance down her lower stomach.

"Oh shit." Y/N repeated Hailee’s words and stared at the big piece of green glass embedded into her skin. "Fuck."

"Sorry!" Hailee grimaced in apology as she tentatively grazed the piece of glass to assess the damage.

"Don’t worry." Y/N said through gritted teeth as she tried to subdue the stinging sensation in her lower stomach, "it has to be taken out."

"Wait- do you want me to-? No! No way." Hailee asked when she moved her eyes away from Y/N’s injury and found her Y/E/C eyes staring at her expectantly.

"Hailee please, we still need to drive for a bit more and I am starting to feel dizzy. So we need to take this out and stop me from bleeding out. I would have done it myself but I don’t have enough energy in me to pull it out neatly, I would cause more unnecessary damage. So please, I know I am asking too much, but you are my greatest option right now."

"Geez, talk about ‘no pressure’." Hailee joked and made Y/N chuckle airily under her breath as she smiled fondly at the singer.

"Yeah." Y/N shook her head and looked at Hailee amusedly, "sorry but it is what it is."

"No I got it." Y/N smiled fondly at Hailee and nodded once before letting her continue, "I just don’t want to screw it up. And I don’t want to hurt you."

"Don’t worry, you won’t. You will do great. I will guide you through it all."

"Why do I feel like it’s not your first time being this heavily injured?"

"Because it’s not. I liked to get into a lot of trouble in high school." Hailee smiled mischievously down at her but in her eyes Y/N could see worry and apprehension as she stared into her brown irises.

"Hm, why am I not surprised?" Y/N snorted under her breath and blushed slightly under Hailee’s gaze, "anyway, we should probably focus. I seriously need to take this shit out, you look a little pale."

"Yeah, yeah. It also hurts like a bitch. So we should hurry."

"Okay-." Hailee took a big, deep breath to ground herself and closed her eyes to focus, a few seconds passing before she opened them once again and with her index finger and thumb took a solid hold of the big, broken bottle’s piece. She stared at the glass a couple of seconds, took another deep breath then looked into Y/N’s eyes firmly, "on three. One, two, THREE!"

Y/N groaned out loud, trying not to scream too loudly at the searing pain in her abdomen and closed her eyes shut hard, "ow! Fuck, fuck, fucking shit!" Y/N felt dizzy and hold onto the table’s edge hard to prevent herself to fall on the ground. "Sorry for cursing. It won’t happen again." Y/N murmured quietly after she gained some consciousness, her head spinning slightly and feeling a little bit weak.

"Are you serious right now?" Hailee asked incredulously as she walked to the trash can and dumped the broken bottle’s piece into it and walked back to Y/N to assess her injury. "You were in pain. Hell, you are still in so much pain. There is no need to apologize."

"I know, but I’m still working right now, so I should try to at least be well behaved." Y/N tried to reason with seriousness but the small smile that Hailee sent her way broke her deep serious frown into a big grin of her own as they both chuckled under their breaths.

"I don’t care. You are not working right now. You are a friend that got hurt and I am taking care of you."

"I should consider myself lucky, shouldn’t I?"

"Oh yeah, very lucky actually!" Hailee replied with a serious face as she nodded once before breaking her serious façade with another grin, her hands still lifting Y/N’s shirt up some more to prevent the shirt’s fabric to stick onto Y/N’s deep cut on her lower abdomen, "I will take care of you really good, you’ll see!" Hailee winked playfully before looking down on Y/N’s cut to see if there was any small pieces of glass left that she didn’t take out earlier, luckily there weren’t. When she moved her eyes once again back on Y/N’s face she was met with a small blush on Y/N’s face and a big, mischievous and cheeky grin on her lips. "What?" When Y/N just kept staring at her knowingly, Hailee thought about what she had said and immediately blushed furiously as she fumbled over her words to try to clarify, "NOT LIKE THAT! Y/N!" Hailee slapped gently Y/N’s shoulder, who chuckled softly under her breath.

"Hey! You are the dirty-minded here, you should hit yourself! And I’m injured, I’m in a lot of pain right now, it’s not fair hitting me!" Y/N caressed her left shoulder where Hailee slapped her and chuckled under her breath at their banter.

"Not enough to stop you from being the only dirty-minded here!" Hailee countered back before lifting a challenging eyebrow up when Y/N opened her mouth to try to counter her back. She smirked triumphantly when Y/N shut her mouth and grunted out childishly.

"It’s not my fault, you said it like it was meant to be dirty!" Y/N replied a few moments later and pouted softly, trying to play her trump card and make Hailee relent and say she was the one dirty-minded between them, but it only blackmailed when Hailee smirked cheekily.

"Well, this only proves you are the dirty-minded here. Because even if I decided to specifically say those words with a dirty meaning, I covered it all up with an innocent look and I made it sound innocent. You were the one that caught the dirty meaning behind that phrase. But it wasn’t the case anyway, because I didn’t realize what I said only after you pointed them out, you horndog."

"Ugh, fine you won. Now please, tell me if I need stitches because I seriously need to disinfect the cut before it could get infected."

"Oh yeah! Wait-uhm- how do I know you don’t need stitches?" Hailee asked with an insecure voice, her eyes now back analyzing the cut intensely while her eyebrows were cutely furrowed together in concentration.

"Check the central portion of the cut. How distant are the two flaps of skin?"

"Hm, I think not too much. Maybe just a tad bit of a quarter of an inch."

"Okay, that’s a good thing. You don’t need to patch me up-." Y/N trailed off as she thought over what Hailee said while she tried to see the cut’s damage for herself too.

"Yeah- wait, hold the fuck up. I would’ve had to patch you up? Are you insane?" Hailee asked incredulously and stared at Y/N like she just grew two heads, who simply chuckled in amusement as she shook her head good-naturedly.

"No, I’m Y/N."

"I-hm." Hailee opened her mouth to prepare herself to counter Y/N’s words back, but as soon as her brain registered Y/N’s witty joke, she closed her mouth shut and looked at Y/N unamused. Y/N then chuckled softly under her breath and shook her head, but didn’t add anything else, wanting to hear what Hailee would counter back, excited for their new teasing and bickering dynamic. "Wow Y/N, that was really mature of you, I must admit. Very, very mature."

"What can I say? I’m a book full of surprises and plot twists." Y/N replied with nonchalance, shrugging and smiling innocently at Hailee.

"Unbelievable." Hailee shook her head good-naturedly and rolled her eyes in amusement as she walked to the cabinet where she knew there was the first aid kit and joined Y/N again. She place the bag beside Y/N and grabbed a cotton wool, soaked it with hydrogen peroxide and lifted it to Y/N’s cut. "Okay, this will hurt a little."

"OHW! OWH! OWH! FUCKFUCKSHIT!"

"Almost done, stay put!"

"I’m trying!"

"Not enough!" Y/N grunted at Hailee’s reprimand and tried to stay as still as the excruciating pain on the left side of her lower stomach allowed her to, closing her eyes shut as Hailee cleaned her cut. "Almost done."

"Finally, ugh it hurts so much, shit."

Hailee then stopped altogether when her eyes moved up from the cut just an fraction of second and got met with Y/N’s defined abs, every muscle standing out due to Y/N contracting them from the pain. "Uhm-." Hailee opened and closed her mouth like a damned dumb fish, slapping herself on the forehead in her mind for not getting a grip on herself at the sight of just defined abs and a well-defined body, her hand frozen on the cut.

"Hailee please, hurry- fuck! Ohw, ohw, ohw!"

"Oh, shit! Sorry!" Hailee apologized as she lifted the cotton wool from the ugly cut after she started pressing on it too much without notice in her distracted state and cursed herself under her breath for hurting Y/N more than necessary due to her being an- horndog? A stupid? "Here, done!"

"Uh, fucking finally. Okay, it is starting to subside." Y/N started to breath evenly back a few seconds later Hailee stopped mending her injury and relaxed her previously contracted abdomen when she could just feel a light and small stinging sensation from her lower stomach cut.

"We need to put an antiseptic cream on it otherwise it will get infected." Hailee pointed out as she walked towards the bathroom and opened her medicine cabinet, finding the aforementioned cream after rummaging a bit in the cabinet. "Wow, I need to thank my mom for thinking about everything. She packed a whole pharmacy in my medicine bag."

"A big thank you to Mama Steinfeld." Y/N breathed out as she nodded oxygen Hailee before chuckling softly under her breath with her as Hailee approached Y/N back and opened the bandages.

"Ugh, it looks ugly. Does it hurt a lot?"

"Not as much as before but it still hurts." Y/N explained with a shrug as she looked down at her injury too.

"Okay good. This will sting a bit but it will get it better." Y/N nodded and gritted her teeth to prepare herself for the stinging, flinching just a bit when Hailee’s delicate hand applied the antiseptic cream on Y/N’s cut with a cotton swab.

"Do you want me to blow on it just a bit?" Hailee did all her best to refrain her face to break into a big grin and tried to keep a serious face as she asked the question and it got even more difficult when Y/N looked down at her incredulously but she kept applying the cream not looking at Y/N, fearing she would crack and laugh out loud if she looked into Y/N’s incredulous eyes.

"How old do you think I am?"

"I don’t know, 5 years old?" Hailee then cracked as she looked at Y/N with her bottom lip trapped under her teeth to prevent her smile to broaden but as soon as she met Y/N’s eyes she bursted out laughing.

"Ha-ha very funny." Y/N rolled her eyes good-naturedly and snorted under her breath, her heart fluttering alongside her stomach at the cute laugh Hailee was emitting for her own joke.

"I know, I am hilarious."

"Debatable." Y/N countered back jokingly, "ohw, hey!"

"Sorry!" Hailee smiled apologetically but Y/N saw through that and rolled her eyes at her pushing on her cut at her mocking words.

"Thanks." Y/N breathed out gently as soon as Hailee stopped applying the antiseptic cream and smiled in appreciation for her care and patience.

"Okay, time to patch you up and we’re done!"

"Finally!" Y/N exclaimed out loud, amusing Hailee to no end as she wrapped the bandage around Y/N’s lower stomach. "Thank you."

"You’re welcome." Hailee smiled affectionately at Y/N after placing the other unused bandages back into the emergency kit and looked at her in gratitude, "I actually should be the one thanking you. Not the way around."

"I was just doing my job."

"You almost got hurt badly for it." Y/N shook her head with a soft smile and lifted her hand up in protest.

"It’s nothing. I’ve been worse injured." Y/N admitted with a mix of shyness and resolution, trying to make Hailee stop feeling bad for her.

PART 2

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Midnights Chapter 1: Wake

Collection Summary: A collection of one-shots of sleepless nights between you and Emily.

Chapter Summary: You wake up after a nightmare and Emily comforts you.

Pairing: Emily Prentiss/Reader

Word Count: 897

Ao3

“Where is she?” you asked, not even bothering to close the car door behind you as you ran toward Hotch.

Hotch’s lips pressed together in a thin line. “Y/N—”

“She did not go inside without backup,” you said, hoping if you said it forcefully enough that it would be true. “She did not go into a massive warehouse after a known bomber by herself.”

Hotch’s lack of response was all you needed.

“Give me a vest,” you said, holding a hand out.

Behind Hotch, Morgan reached for an FBI vest, but Hotch held a hand up to stop him.

“I can’t let you do that,” he said.

“Hotch, she’s my partner. What if it was Haley in there?”

Hotch grimaced. “That would be different; Haley’s a civilian. Emily’s trained, and we sent the bomb squad in behind her.”

“You can’t expect me to just stand here and do nothing!”

“I won’t risk sending in more agents when it isn’t necessary. She’s looking for the child the unsub kidnapped, not the bomber.”

“We profiled that the unsub would keep the child with him. If the building explodes—” you broke off, unable to finish the thought.

“Y/N, if you can’t compose yourself, I’ll have JJ take you back to the field office. We need to keep level heads in front of the public.”

You glanced behind him at the crowd that was forming behind the police barricade and hated that he was right. Even still, you had to bite down on the retort that was dying to surface, knowing that if you let it, it would be accompanied by several four-letter words that your superior was not likely to appreciate.

“Come here,” JJ said, wrapping an arm around you, and walking you out of earshot of your teammates.

“Why would she do that?” you asked, fighting back tears. “Why would she go in alone?”

JJ’s expression softened. “You know why. She’d never leave a child in danger if she could help it.”

At that moment, you hated your girlfriend’s compassionate heart.

JJ reached a hand up to her earpiece, listening for something that you couldn’t hear, and smiled. “Emily has the girl. There’s no sign of the unsub, and she’s on her way back out.”

You breathed a heavy sigh of relief. You’d see her soon, and then your heart would be whole again.

You turned toward the building, your eyes jumping between each set of doors, wondering where Emily would emerge from.

It gave you the perfect view as the building went up in flames.

“No!” you screamed, breaking into a run before you could think about it.

JJ’s arms were around you in an instant, holding you back. Morgan rushed over to assist her as you tried to fight out of their grasp.

“Let me go!” you sobbed. “Let me go! Emily! Emily!”

“Y/N,” another voice whispered. “Y/N, wake up. It’s okay.”

Your eyes flew open, and you pressed a hand against your racing heart. The bedroom around you was dark, but you’d know the soft scent of the woman next to you anywhere.

“You were having a nightmare,” Emily murmured, stroking your hair. “You were screaming my name.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks, and you were grateful to the darkness for concealing it. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to wake you.”

You rolled on your side to face your girlfriend, who was propped up on an elbow, looking at you with a mix of love and concern.

“It’s not your fault,” she said. “I get them, too. Do you want to talk about it?”

You nodded, and Emily took your hand.

“It was last week’s case,” you whispered.

“The bomber?” she asked, and you nodded.

“You didn’t make it out in time. The building went up with you in it.”

She sucked in breath. “Oh, Y/N. But it didn’t; I’m right here.”

“It could’ve,” you said, gesturing toward a bandage on her arm, concealing a burn that was still healing.

Emily and the little girl—Clara—made it out of the building, but not for lack of effort. The unsub caught up to them near the exit, and Emily was burned protecting Clara. In the end, they made it out alive, and the unsub was apprehended.

But you hadn’t been able to shake the fear that had consumed you that day and followed you ever since.

“I’m sorry,” Emily said. “I’m so sorry for scaring you. I wasn’t thinking, and I know now if the roles had been reversed—” she stopped herself. “I wouldn’t be able to bear it, either.”

“Promise me,” you replied. “Promise me that you’ll wait for backup in the future. I know there’s always danger, but the thought of you facing a situation like that alone again paralyzes me.”

“I promise,” Emily said, squeezing your hand. “And I’ll make it up to you.”

“I know,” you smirked, rolling over to face away from her. Moments later, Emily started rubbing circles on your back, immediately putting you at ease. She always knew the best ways to relax you.

You snuggled deeper under the covers as she continued making circles up and down your back, and you managed to murmur, “I love you,” as you drifted off to sleep.

Just before you did, you felt Emily peck a kiss on the back of your neck and whisper, “I love you, too.”

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axcel-lucci · 6 months

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For the next Full Moon request, female reader asked the ASL trio to babysit her children. How would Law react to that? Would he be jealous or comically annoyed? Whenever female reader is busy, or Law is on important meetings, she'd always ask Luffy, Ace, and Sabo to watch Corazon and Clara. Everytime Law's on a business trip, the ASL trio would always stay by female Reader's side to company her. Yes, Ace is very bad influence, always give Clara and Cora tons of sweets and 🍬. If you want, you could make Law 'punish' her by having rough sex in his wereleopard form, which would not only make her pregnant, but also carry either triplets or quadruplet! Damm, Penguin's not kidding when Law's in his time of the moon cycle.😂😊

Full moon

A/n: so like-- idk how to do some parts of it, but yeh- but don't worry, I'll try the other half.

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"Don't worry sweetie, uncle Shachi and will take good care of you." (Y/n) said as she comforted Clara.

Meanwhile, Cora refuses to let go of law. Hell, he'd have to take off his clothes if he wants to leave.

Then again, it's the first time the two toddlers would be away from their parents for the night. Considering they're now five.

"Hush now... We'll be back in the morning, we promise..." (Y/n) smiled as Clara pouted.

"How come papa can come and we don't!" She huffed

"You little-!!" Law groaned as he tried to pull Cora off him only for the kid to grip his shirt even tighter

"No." The boy muttered.

"Hmm... What about this..." (Y/n) smiled, "me and papa will bring you and Cora to the aquarium next week, what do you say?"

"Aquarium... And pool!" Clara says happily

"Mhmm, we'll take you there as long as you two be good little babies for uncle Shachi, yeah?"

"Okie! Cora! Quick! Papa and Mama will bring us to the aquarium next week!" Clara said as her brother immediately let's go of Law and hoped down.

It was now clear who Cora listens to other than his parents...

Giving the twins a quick kiss, Law and (y/n) left to go and have their date.

It's been a while since they had a date...

Totally not because of the twins being born.

(Y/n) had to physically restrain Law from anything when it's his time of the moon cycle...

And right now, Law is restraining himself in order to get this date the most romantic it's ever been.

"You are so unlucky" (y/n) laughed, "it's full moon. But you ARE lucky the kids aren't home. So I guess that's a win win"

"Stop teasing me..." Law groaned, "or else I'll turn this car around and just fuck you senseless. Fuck the reservation."

She just chuckled, "I know... But it is quite nice that... You know..."

"I know..." He echoed with a small smile.

They soon arrived at the restaurant with a small chat.

One that would distract him from his urges to just pounce on her at the parking lot.

It was a blur after that, really... Them eating, having a great time, Law handing her a bouquet of flowers, and they're on their way home.

But as soon as the front door was closed and locked, Law let out his tail and ears that begged to be let out the whole evening, he sighed in relief once they were out.

"It was so suffocating..." He groaned and he wrapped his arms around her waist as she removed her make up.

"Why didn't you tell me? We could've left early" she laughed as he nuzzled his face against her neck.

"I want you to have a good time..." He pouted and was on the verge of throwing a tantrum.

"Anywhere with you is a great time, Law..." She smiled as she turned around in his hold and placed her hands on his cheeks, "how's your moon cycle taking a toll on you?"

"Oh right"

Before she knew it, she was being thrown on the bed roughly as law crawled over her. "You teased me all night long" he growled as he took off his shirt

"Technically, just 4 hours worth." She laughed softly once more as he huffed and pulled all her clothes off, "law... You're that hungry?"

"What can I say? My beautiful wife is just as beautiful as no one because in my eyes, you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen" he smiled softly and kissed her deeply while squeezing her mounds of flesh.

"You've always wanted to this, Huh?" She chuckled, knowing he loved to stare whenever she'd breastfeed the children.

"I wonder if there's some milk left..."

"Are snow leopards like cats? Really?" She smiled as he lowered his head to her right mound

"I don't know what you're talking about" he huffed, the thought of being compared to a cat astounds him.

He licked her nipple just a little and squeezed it, seeing some milk leak out.

"Law... If you're really going to drink that..." She groaned before mewling at the feeling of him biting it, "... Fuck... Be my guest..."

He smiled a little before sucking the ever living shit out of her nipple, milking her until it's gone for now and switching to the other, all while (y/n) made small noises as she blushed slightly.

Law eventually had enough and sat up, licking his lips.

It was evident he was happy by how his tail was standing up.

"Law..." She smiled as he took off the rest of his clothing and leaned against her

"Yes, love?" He asked with a smile.

"You..." She chuckled softly, "you're kind of a cat."

"Oh please-"

"And I love cats..." She smiled

"Mmmhh... You better do." He huffed before placing a hand on her thigh, sliding it inside and up to her wet folds.

He sat up slightly just to pull her legs far apart and see her glistening entrance just waiting to be played with.

"Come on Law..." She whined a bit before gasping at the feeling of his thumb rub against her clit and his tattooed fingers plunge inside her.

His fingers played with her insides, rubbing, curling them, and even squelching them against that spot inside her that made her see stars.

"L-law...! Please..." She gasped as he pulled his fingers out and observed them.

She watched as he licked his fingers clean.

He eventually settled between her legs with a chuckle, "my apologies if you wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow... Like usual."

"Oh shut up" she huffed

He rolled his eyes playfully as he placed her legs on her shoulders and aligning himself to her entrance.

"Now be a good girl and just keep moaning for me, alright?"

"Mmhhhm..." She whined a little before gasping and arcing her back when Law plunged himself inside in one thrust. "Law...!"

"My bad... I forgot it's also been a long time since we had this..." He chuckled, he clearly intended that to happen

"You little-!!" She groaned but moaned loudly when law pressed her legs down to her shoulders and started to thrust deep inside.

The position let him be as fast and as hard as he can without any trouble, in which he immediately did once he realized that.

(Y/n) soon turned into a moaning mess, pleasure filled tears streaming down her face and her eyes rolling back as Law continues to bully her sorry cunt.

"That's right baby..." He smiled, "moan for me..."

He thrusted even more after that, determined to make her come at least twice before he leaves his seed deep inside her womb. The tip of his dick pressing against her cervix every thrust.

The first time she came, she was still sensitive and Law kept going. Not letting her rest, overstimulating her to the point of her second orgasm.

"L-law...! I-i cant-" she gasped and moaned loudly.

"I know, I'm close..." He groaned, "just a little bit more."

After a few more, Law came deep inside her. Against her cervix.

She can feel his warm seed planting deeper than her womb.

"L-law...! Ah..." She gasped.

"Oi... Don't sleep yet. I'm still not done... Remember... It's been 5 years since we last done this." He smirked darkly, "we're finishing it. Tonight."

"Oh dear..."

Next day...

"Mama... Why do you look so tired?" Cora shyly asked as the two watched Clara annoy the hell out of Law by climbing on his back.

(Clara is a little gremlin)

"What...? Oh... It's just uhm..." She hummed, thinking of an answer to an innocent of a toddler.

"Papa just put a baby inside mama. You'll have a sibling in a few months" Law smirked as (y/n) glared at him

"Huh? But then... How does a baby get INSIDE of mama?" Clara said as she paused for a moment

"Ah- well..." (Y/n) hummed

"Se-"

"Law."

Extra:

Ace and Sabo wanted to meet the little ones, only for them to be more behaved than Luffy who's literally chewing his now much more durable leash.

"Mama... Why is he wearing a leash...?" Clara asked

"He's... Uhm... He's uncontrollable sweetie..." (Y/n) answered.

"Mama..." Cora called, "where is he...?"

"NOT AGAIN!" Sabo and Ace yelled.

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stuffymcstuffsworld · 8 months

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Daddy's baby

Balam was happily letting a tiny Clara climb all over him like he was some kind of mountain as he read a book to a sleepy little Alice and Iruma. Both boys snuggled together on his lap. Honestly, you were trying desperately not to squeal.

How was it again that this demon was single before you came along? He should have had five, if not six, little ones of his own with another on the way at this point. And that was at least!

By all accounts, he should have had a harem at this point! Demons were blind! You huffed as you watched him carefully tucking in the two boys while he carefully held a now squirming Clara.

A baby Jazz sat in your lap coloring, and you cooed happily over his scribbles. How was it that 4 out of your 13 children had been reduced to toddlers? Funny story...

Jazz was working on a project with his battler, something about making anti-aging potions. And of course, that's when your chaotic jellybean comes running in with her two precious soul mates behind her, trying to do damage control. Long story short, something gets knocked into the concoction, and it explodes.

Causing you and several other teachers to rush into the room. Your first instinct is to make sure each of your kids is alright. But really, the moment you spotted tiny hands reaching for you, your brain broke.

You couldn't help but snuggle and use baby talk. Really, it should be illegal for your kids to be so adorable. You and Sullivan took many pictures that first hour before you came to your senses about returning them to their original state.

You gave Dali-San the task of figuring that out as you would have your hands full. Balam had been terrified at first, thinking he'd hurt one of them accidentally, but both Clara and Iruma got him past those thoughts rather quickly as they reached out and tugged or held onto the large gargoyle.

Which required more pictures as you took the kids home for the day. It actually wasn't that bad. Sure, they got into things, and yes, you would definitely have a mess for later, but overall you loved it.

You glanced over to see Clara and Balam now rolling alone the floor. Your little jellybean laughing as she wore herself out trying and failing to get out of her kind teachers hold. You giggled.

Jazz had slipped off your lap and crept over to the playing duo. You watched as his tail waved back and forth rather lazily as he got a closer look. You blinked in shock.

Before you knew it, your little Jazzy had thrown himself at Balam as well. Luckily, the older demon had been paying attention and caught him by the back of his shirt. You letbout a sigh of relief.

Balam set Clara down and now played with the laughing little imp. "Baby, don't jump on, Daddy." You teased without thinking. You blushed. Both Jazz and shichiro are looking at you.

You heard a clatter and groaned. Clara had escaped the room again. You rushed out to do damage control. Secretly glad for a distraction.

... You take that back. Where in Hell did your little chaotic imp find glitter? Was she able to use her bloodline ability this young? Opera was going to kill you for the carpet.

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Jazz stared up at the large demon, still holding him. His tail flicked in curiosity. "Baby?" He points to himself. Balam nodded, and a soft rumble left his chest.

"Baby," He confirmed, ruffling the little demons hair. Jazz's tail now waved happily as he beamed and pointed at himself again. "Daddy's baby!"

His heart pounded, and his cheeks turned red. But who could blame him? That was just so cute! Jazz tilted his head and pouted. "Daddy's baby?" This time as a question.

He pulled the little one closer and cooed, almost trilling. "Daddy's baby." He repeated firmly, so there wasn't doubt. The laughter that escaped the small child had him feeling like he was on cloud 9 all day.

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jazzycurls · 1 year

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You belong to me - part 3.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Summary: It's a surprise 😉🤫

Warnings/Tags: 18+ minors dni! Cheating, angst, hurt & comfort, smut, masturbation (let me know if I missed something)

An: Hi, you guys! I guess I'm not new to writing anymore, but I'm still a newbie. All feedback is welcome. Be gentle please haha. Please do not steal or copy my work. Don’t repost without credit. This is my written work, everything besides the characters and plot points by the original writers, belongs to me. Love you guys, and thank you so much for the support, hope you enjoy ❤

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You slam your front door and storm up the steps to your room. Your mom is at work, so you don't have to worry about being quiet coming into the house. Your mom is pretty laid back, pretty much giving you free rein to do whatever you want as long as it's within reason.

Yanking off your clothes, you stomp over to your bathroom and cut on the shower. You step into the stream of hot water, letting it flow over you. Sighing in relief as the water massages you, temporarily distracting you from your thoughts of Eddie.

You stay in there longer than you normally would, feeling slightly calmer than when you first got in. You put on a pair of pajamas, the ones your mom and dad bought you for Christmas when they were still together. It was the last Christmas you had as a family, and they had quickly become a favorite of yours even though they were getting to be too small for you.

You sat down on your bed preparing for sleep when you heard a knock at your door. Glancing at the clock on your bedside table, it read 12:45 a.m. 'Who's knocking at my door at this time of night,' you wondered.

You knew it wasn't Clara. She and Steve were likely having some aggressive cuddling right about now. Something that you were kinda jealous of right now if you had to be honest. Walking down the stairs, you grabbed a baseball bat out of the closet your mom kept for emergencies.

You stood on your tip toes, peeking out of the peephole. Your stomach fluttered in surprise at the sight of the back of Eddie's curly mane. Feeling a little petty, you called out "Who is it" through the door with a smirk on your face.

He turned around facing the door "It's Eddie," he answered.

You paused before replying, "I'm sorry, don't know an Eddie. You must have the wrong house," your tone was snippy with a hint of humor.

Eddie's face turned to confusion as he looked around. Could he have gotten the address wrong? "I'm sorry, does Y/n L/n live here," he questioned anxiously. It was late, and the thought of being in the suburbs made him uneasy. He didn't want someone to call the cops on him for a simple misunderstanding. Eddie wasn't stupid, he knew that the parents of Hawkins didn't like him and wouldn't hesitate to call the cops on him.

A moment of silence passed as he waited for the person on the other side to answer. Just as he was about to turn and walk away, he heard "Wait," and the clicking of the locks and deadbolt. The door slid open, and there you were.

He was stunned into silence when he saw you. You always looked beautiful to him but the sight of you in your girly pajamas, simply put, was the cutest fucking thing he ever saw. His cock began to stir in his jeans and he willed it to go down, this was not the time to sport a raging boner.

"How do you know where I live," you ask, leaning against the door frame.

Eddie looks at you for a moment before looking away bashfully "I may have followed you home once or twice before. But it was only to make sure you got home safe y'know? Just on the days when you had to walk home," he added quickly.

"Okay, that's totally not creepy. You know what, I don't care honestly. Why are you even here Eddie," you question, you can feel that your patience is starting to wear thin.

"I um—," he starts nervously before clearing his throat. "I wanted to apologize." He twists the rings on his fingers as he tries to keep eyes on your face.

"You could've just called then," you responded shifting your weight to one foot and resting your hand on your hip. Eddie's gaze follows your movements before snapping back up and meeting your eyes. He blushes at the smirk on your face knowing you just caught him checking you out.

"I thought it would be more sincere if I did it in person," he said sheepishly shrugging his shoulders, mentally kicking himself for not thinking this through.

You stand there silently in contemplation. "C'mon you say, turning around and walking back into the house with Eddie following close behind. It's chilly outside and you'd rather do this in the house than stand outside in the cold. You walk over and stand near the bottom of the stairs, waiting for Eddie as he closes the door, and walks over to you. You cross your arms as you raise your eyebrow expectantly.

"Right," he says scratching the back of his head. "I'm sorry Y/n, I was an asshole—,"

"An inconsiderate asshole," you interrupt with a smirk.

"An inconsiderate asshole and I wasn't thinking clearly. I just got so jealous when I saw you with that asshat Billy that I just reacted without thinking. So I'm sorry Y/n, please forgive me," he finishes in one breath, dropping to his knees and clasping his hands underneath his chin.

You roll your eyes at his dramatics, stepping closer to him causing him to look up at you. His eyes like usual are big and wide, immediately catching your attention. Although his gesture is playful his eyes are filled with sincerity. Realizing that you've been standing there staring into his eyes for a while, you cough as you look away, embarrassed.

"I forgive you," you whisper, still looking away. Eddie grabs you by the waist and pulls you in for a hug. Your heart lurches, and you look down at him in shock. A smile slowly spreads across your face, and you bring your hands to rest upon his hair. He presses his face into the softness of your belly, and you hum happily, temporarily forgetting that you two weren't on good terms.

With a deep inhale, Eddie takes all of you in, feeling drunk off of the smell of you. You remind him of the floral baskets that his mom used to buy before she got sick. There's also a hint of your natural scent that teases his senses, making him wish he could bottle up your fragrance and keep it with him at all times.

You look back down at Eddie as he glances back up at you. Something about the way you have him on his knees for you has you clenching your thighs together. A motion that doesn't go undetected by Eddie. One moment you're staring at each other and the next your lips are crashing together in a heated kiss full of tongue and teeth.

Eddie's hands slide up and down your waist finally settling to cup your ass, kneading and massing it playfully. The loose cotton of your clothing allows him to push your cheeks up and apart. The movement causes your panties to slide up as your lips spread apart sucking the fabric in greedily. He does this a few times making you wet in the process.

Your grip on his hair tightens and a low moan tumbles from his lips, eliciting a wave of arousal to flow from you, drenching your panties. Eddie stands up taking you with him as you continue the kiss. Your legs wrap around his waist as he walks you both towards the stairs.

It's a miracle you both make it up there in one piece. Pressing you up against the wall, the kiss becomes more heated and you pull away, feeling lightheaded as you take in a shaky breath. Eddie doesn't stop there, now seeing an opportunity to lay claim to your neck that's now exposed to him. He licks a stripe from the bottom of your neck to your hairline before placing a sweet kiss behind your ear.

You moan in response and he attacks your soft skin sucking it between his lips sensually. His fingers are gripping your hips tight as he presses you further into the wall. Your mind is no longer your own as you grind your hips against his suggestively.

"Shit Y/n, you're going to be the death of me, baby. You know that?" he mumbles against your skin.

"My room— it's over there," you motion with your head, ignoring his question. You know that if you don't go to your room right now, the possibility of Eddie taking you, up against this wall is very likely.

Eddie moves you both again, headed in the direction you pointed him in. In no time, he's standing beside your bed and dropping you down onto the soft mattress. You squeak in surprise and before you can protest, he drops down on top of you, crushing his mouth against yours once more.

Eddie feels as if he's going insane. His mind is consumed with only you as he attempts to devour you. One second he's licking into and around your mouth, the next he's sucking and nipping at your exposed chest, leaving bruising marks along the way.

You're just as desperate, as your hands feel and grope him wherever they can reach. Committed to hearing those sweet moans tear out of his throat whenever your hand grazes a sensitive area. "Eddie," you whine as your hips rut against his. "I need you."

Eddie looks up at you with a devious grin "Where are your manners baby? That's no way to ask for something," he chides, thrusting his hips up into yours, earning a gasp from you.

"Please Eddie, I need you," you whimper, tears collecting at the corners of your eyes. The lack of orgasms you've been experiencing for the past couple of weeks makes you feel desperate and needy.

"Awe my poor baby needs it. Well, what baby wants baby gets," Eddie replies as he leans up and shrugs out of his jacket. You whine at the loss of contact. Eddie shushes you and you sit up on your elbows watching him undress. He's down to his birthday suit in a matter of seconds and you stare at him unabashedly.

"Like what you see," he grins, shaking his erect cock at you.

You look away embarrassed, a heated flush creeping along your neck, settling onto your chest. Eddie descends upon you again taking your chin between his fingers "Eyes on me sweetheart," he mumbles giving you a chaste kiss.

You look back at him, watching as he presses kisses down your throat, stopping when your shirt gets in the way. Dragging his hands up your sides he removes your shirt and you lean up a little as he pulls it up and over your head.

He continues slowly, taking his time as he presses soft kisses and licks into your skin. You shift your pelvis against him impatiently, earning a stern look from him. "Behave," he demands, stopping his movements altogether.

Your heart hammers in your throat and you nod warily at him. You're not sure why but whenever you're with him, your instincts are always geared toward listening to and pleasing him. A reaction you've never had with anyone else.

Satisfied with your response, he moves down to your shorts, pressing his nose directly into your center. "Fuck, how do you smell so good," he groans, grinding himself into your mattress.

You shrug your shoulders, even though he can't see you, and grind your hips into his face. His nose bumps against your clit deliciously. Pleasure shoots through you and your hips began to move erratically, desperate for more.

Eddie leans away again and he makes a tsk tsk sound with his tongue. "Such a needy little slut aren't you?" He snatches down your shorts and panties, throwing them over his shoulder. "Here I was, about to give you some pleasure with my tongue and you're being ungrateful."

He climbs back up the bed up to your face. You shake your head at him "No Eddie, I didnt mean—,"

Eddie silences you with a kiss that takes your breath away "Shhh baby, it's okay. I know what you need and I'm going to give it to you right now," he says rubbing his member along your wet folds before pushing deep inside of you. Your hands fly onto his shoulders gripping him tight as your face scrunches up in pain. He gets halfway in before he's stopped unable to go any further.

"You're a virgin," he asks surprised, you had never mentioned it before, so he had assumed that you weren't.

You shake your head no "Once before but he wasn't as big as you," you manage between labored breaths.

Eddie groans, fingers holding your hips tight as he restrains from driving his cock deeper into you "Shit, Y/n. You should've told me, this changes everything," he mumbles in a strained voice against your lips.

You clutch him tighter against you, afraid that he's going to leave. One of his hands leaves your hips, slipping between you both as he rubs slow circles into your clit. Your reaction is instant as whines and moans fly from your mouth in a voice that surprises you. Eddie pulls out and pushes back in slowly when he feels you beginning to loosen up. Arousal seeps out of you, coating his and your thighs generously.

Switching his ministrations, he starts to rub faster into your clit in a side-to-side motion. Your orgasm creeps up on you with no warning and Eddie drives his cock into you up to the hilt. The pain blending with pleasure only heightens the intensity of your orgasm as you come with a breathless cry.

The feel of you has Eddie's hips faltering. He swears that this is what heaven must feel like as your gummy walls squeeze him over and over again. He keeps up his pace as he fucks you through your orgasm, his fingers relentless on your clit.

Leaning down his lips captures yours in a heart-stopping kiss. It's sloppy and erratic but so full of passion that it steals your breath away. You've never felt like this before, the intensity of this mutual desire between you scares and excites you all at once.

He wants you to come again, he needs you to. He wants you to feel as good as he does right now. "Fuck Y/n, tell me your close baby," Eddie begs, his voice hoarse and deep. He can feel his orgasm creeping up and it's taking everything in him to hold it off.

"Yeah, I— I'm close Eddie," you stammer, wrapping your legs around him and pulling him deeper inside of you.

Eddie grinds into you, his pubic bone rubbing against your clit repeatedly. Your legs begin to shake as you reach your peak, wave after wave of arousal crashing over you. Pornographic moans flow from you as you ride out your high.

Your cunt tightens, clenching Eddie's cock in a death grip, quickly sending him over the edge. His hand grips yours tightly and the other is resting on your throat squeezing lightly. He comes with a pretty moan, grunting as he twitches and jerks inside of you.

"Fuck, I'm sorry. I meant to pull out," Eddie says as he starts to panic.

You shush him, pressing your finger against his soft lips "It's okay. We'll just get a plan b in the morning okay?"

Eddie nods, visibly relaxing once more. His breath is shaky as he rests his weight gently on top of you, pressing kisses all over your face. Your hands caress his back gently, enjoying the feel of him inside you and the sticky mess you both created. Slowly he pulls out of you, collapsing onto his side. With one arm propped behind his head, he pulls you closer to him, cuddling you close.

Your eyes are hooded and relaxed as you incline into his touch. 'You look so beautiful,' he thinks, rubbing his hand up and down your side. His heart feels full and his stomach feels as if it's twisted in knots. He's nervous, not sure of what to say next. He wants to tell you that he's leaving Chrissy and that he wants to be with you instead. But the peaceful look on your face stops him, his words wither and die on his tongue. He doesn't want to ruin the moment, so he tucks you to his side, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You let out a sigh of content as you relax in his arms. You fall asleep quickly. You dream of Eddie kissing you as he tells you he loves you. With no hesitation, you tell him that you love him too.

Eddies heart soars when you tell him you love him too. Feeling brave enough to confess while you were asleep, he didn't think you could hear him let alone respond. He kisses your lips once again before falling fast asleep.

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You sat at the lunch table and pushed around the food on your plate with a small smile. After what happened after the party this weekend, you were in better spirits than you had been in a long time. You held back a laugh as you thought of the morning after with Eddie.

Your friend had come over to your house the next day to check up on you and your mom had gotten off early, so they had both arrived at the same time. Thankfully, Eddie hadn't parked directly in front of the house, choosing to park across the street to avoid suspicion if your mom were to arrive.

He scrambled to put on his clothes, giving you a lingering kiss before hauling ass out of the window when the coast was clear. You had just dived back under the covers to hide your nakedness when your best friend waltzed in. With a raised brow she had asked why you were nude. You responded that it was too hot to be bothered with clothes, even though fall was quickly approaching.

She stifled a giggle as she told you that she just wanted to come to check on you after what happened at the party. Word had gotten around pretty quickly about the altercation between Eddie and Billy, with you somehow in the middle of it all. You had given her as much information as you could without letting on exactly what your relationship with Eddie was. The disbelief in her eyes told you that she knew that there was much more than you were letting on. She didn’t pressure you for the truth, only telling you that she was here if you needed her, to which you had given her a hug and a smile.

So here you were, lost in your thoughts, oblivious to your surroundings. Suddenly, it seemed that all sound had ceased within the cafeteria, causing the room to go eerily silent. You raised your head in confusion, only to find Chrissy standing beside you at your table with an unreadable expression on her face. All of the students at the other tables had stopped talking to watch the interaction. It was as if everyone

could sense something was about to happen and were tuned in.

“Um, Hi Chrissy. Did you need something?” you asked politely, confused as to why she was just standing at your table, not saying anything. Anxiety began to fester within you, causing your palms to sweat as your nerves started to get the best of you.

“I don’t think you can Y/n. You see I have this problem, it seems that my boyfriend is fucking someone else! Is that something you think you can help me with?” Chrissy asks you in a condescending tone.

Your throat runs dry at her words as you glance around the room nervously. Your eyes glance over to the Hellfire table only to find Eddie's seat empty. You notice his friend Gareth is staring at you with a concerned look on his face before getting up and running out of the cafeteria.

You look back over to Chrissy, her expression is one of pure hatred as she looks down at you. “Chrissy, can we go talk about this somewhere else,” you plead, conscious of the many eyes now directed at you. Your stomach begins to turn, sick with embarrassment from the scene unfolding before you.

“What’s the matter, you don’t want everyone to know what a slut you are?!” Chrissy yells causing you to jump in your seat.

“Chrissy, please don’t do this,” you choke out, as a sob escapes from you.

“No, fuck you and stay the fuck away from my boyfriend!” she shouts as she slaps you across the face. Your head swivels to the right from the impact and you hold your stinging cheek in shock.

Your friend Clara jumps up from her seat beside you and shoves Chrissy backward. “Back up bitch… I mean it! You made your point, now leave!” she threatens, her eyes raging with fury.

Chrissy looks between you both before turning and walking away with her head held high. Her friend throws a glare at you before turning and following after Chrissy. A symphony of hushed whispers begins to circulate around you. Your entire body is hot with humiliation and guilt. You can feel the blood rushing to your ears, making it hard for you to understand what your friend is saying.

She sees that you're unresponsive and your eyes are unfocused. Her hand grabs yours and pulls you up, throwing an arm around your shoulders in comfort. You both walk out of the cafeteria, heading towards the school's entrance when you see Eddie running down the hallway shoving people out of the way.

He skids to a stop in front of you, resting his hands on his knees from the exertion of running full speed across the school in seconds. "Y/n, what happened? Are you okay? Talk to me please!" he yells out breathlessly.

"Eddie, go talk to your girlfriend and leave Y/n alone. She'll call you when she's ready. If you care about her, then give her that at least." Clara's tone is harsh and leaves no room for any argument. Her only concern is getting you out of this God-forsaken school and to your house in one piece.

Eddie's face is full of emotions, he opens his mouth to protest but one look at your face has him closing it in an instant. Your eyes are watery with unshed tears. The look on your face is unreadable but shakes him to the core enough to agree that you need to get out of here as soon as possible.

He turns to your friend and nods his head, silently agreeing with her. He gives you one last look in hopes that you'll acknowledge his presence. Your face is stoic, still holding the same blank stare as before. He grabs your hand and gives it a quick kiss before Clara has the chance to protest.

"Call me, please Y/n," he whispers into your ear before letting go. Clara takes hold of your hand again, pulling you gently towards the double doors as Eddie watches you walk away.

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You stare blankly at your tv as you lay in your bed. Your mom was currently at work on the graveyard shift, usually something that you hated, but you were eternally grateful for it at the moment. You weren't in the right headspace to deal with questions about why you left school early.

Clara had brought you home a few hours ago and had stayed with you awhile before leaving to go home. You were quiet as she comforted you, promising that everything would be okay. You had managed to hold back your tears, letting them break free once she was gone.

You had cried for hours, wallowing in pity at the situation you had allowed yourself to get involved with. You also cried at the fact that even though you had just gotten into an altercation with Chrissy, Eddie was still at the forefront of your mind.

A soft thump from your window startles you, pulling you from your thoughts. Your mouth opens in a silent scream and your body tenses as you prepare to run like hell. You relax when you see that it's Eddie at your window sill, hanging precariously by the lattice secured against the siding of your house. Within that same breath, you're back on edge again as you make your way over to the window.

"Can I come in Y/n," Eddie pleads. His brown eyes are big and wet as he peers at you from behind the glass.

You sigh in disbelief and let up your window.

"Why are you here, shouldn't you be with Chrissy?" Your tone is cold and bitter as you sit back on your bed hugging your knees to your chest.

He walks over to you slowly lowering down to his knees onto the soft carpet. He cranes his neck in an attempt to meet your lowered gaze. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you Y/n. What Chrissy did today— you didn't deserve that. It should've been me, I'm the one to blame," his words come out choked as he attempts to hold back a sob.

"I tried to stay away. I tried so fucking hard to but I can't! You've got this hold on me and even now after everything that's happened, I don't regret it, not for one second. I'm just sorry for all the hurt I've caused everyone." His head lowers onto the bed beside your feet as sobs began to wrack his frame.

Your forehead is pressed tightly against your knees as tears roll silently down your face onto your thighs. Minutes pass before you finally respond, allowing your hand to blindly seek out his. Your hand finds his soft curls and you stroke them gently. Comforting him and yourself at the same time.

He leans into your touch, turning his face onto the palm of your hand. His lips are soft against your skin as he presses a delicate kiss to your palm.

Your breath hitches "Eddie I— We can't. We've done enough damage already," you whisper.

"I know Y/n, I'm sorry. Can I at least hold you? No funny business I promise." He looks up at you with puppy dog eyes and his lips formed into a small pout.

Your heart twists, wrenching out all of your bad emotions and leaving a warm feeling in its wake. You nod your head and scoot over, making room for him on your bed. You lay down as he quickly shucks off his shoes and jacket, sidling behind you at a respectable distance. He slips an arm around your middle "Is this okay," he whispers.

"Yeah," you respond wearily, the impact of the day finally catching up to you. The sounds from the tv drones on, providing the right amount of noise to distract you from your thoughts. You feel yourself begin to nod in and out as you fight to stay awake.

Eddie lays his hand on yours, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles soothingly as he thought of what happened today. He hated that Chrissy attacked you for something he had initiated. He had tried to break things off with her over the weekend but she wouldn't accept any of his calls. He was foolish enough to believe that he could do it at school but that proved to be harder than he thought. Chrissy had avoided him like the plague that entire day. When lunch came he was behind the school making a sale when Gareth came to tell him what happened. He would never forgive himself for not being there to protect you.

He feels your body relax as you drift off to sleep. His senses are heightened at being so close to you and naturally, his body begins to react but he ignores it completely. Now is not the time and frankly, it may never be again. He just wants to enjoy this moment with you for what it is, happy that he's finally giving you some semblance of peace instead of taking it away. After a while, he too falls asleep with his hand linked tightly to yours.

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You wake up to the sounds of Eddie's light snores. His breath fans across the back of your neck with each exhale leaving goosebumps in its wake. Sometime during sleep, the gap between you had closed and his body was now flush against yours as he cuddled you close to him.

You take a deep breath, allowing yourself to enjoy the feel of his arms wrapped around you. The events of yesterday still linger within you but the sting of hurt and sorrow is less than before. A sense of peace washes over you as you lean back into his touch. The sun is just starting to rise and you guess that you have a few hours before school starts.

"Hmmm," Eddie's deep voice reverberates through you. He pulls you in even closer, kissing the top of your head. "Good morning, sweetheart," he murmurs sleepily, still not fully awake.

"Morning," you reply softly, pressing your face into your pillow. The knowledge of going to school today weighs heavy on your shoulders.

Your sudden movement jostles him awake, and he scoots back from you, putting space between you both once more. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get so close. Sometimes I tend to cuddle in my sleep."

"I kinda figured that out the last time you were here," you smirk. You pause for a moment before continuing "how did you know that? Shit— I'm sorry, you don't have to answer that, it's none of my business."

Eddie clears his throat fully awake now. "Um‐ I might've cuddled Gareth and Jeff by mistake before at a sleepover but let's not talk about that," he says changing the subject hastily.

You let out a laugh that sounds more like a creaky bedspring. Eddie turns your body over to face him, a big smile sits on his face. "There she is," he whispers excitedly taking your hand into his, and giving it a soft squeeze. You squeeze back, giving him a soft smile.

"Are you going to school," he asks tentatively. He hates to ruin the moment but the thought was nagging him incessantly.

Your smile drops from your face immediately turning into a frown. "Yeah, I have a big test today and I can't afford to miss it," you reply.

"Whatever happens today, just know that I'll be there for you. I swear it." Eddie looks at you, his brown eyes are filled with warmth.

You hold his gaze and you can tell that he is being genuine. Nodding your head you exhale shakily, mentally prepping yourself for what's to come. Eddie lifts your hand to his face and stops, hovering near his lips, silently asking you for permission. You nod your head and he kisses each knuckle, lingering on the last. "I love you," he says pressing another kiss into your skin.

Your heart skips a beat and soars at his words before quickly plummeting back down. You can't accept his confession, not like this. Not at someone else's expense. "Eddie I—," you began slowly.

"Shhh, I know baby. You don't have to say it. I'm going to make things right like I should've done a long time ago." He lets out a deep breath before letting go of you to sit up. You instantly miss his warmth and it takes all of your strength not to pull him back down beside you.

"I gotta go and get ready for school. I'll see you there okay?" Eddie says as he kneels to tug on his shoes.

You nod your head once again, too afraid of the emotions threatening to escape if you open your mouth. The look on your face makes his heart twist and he finds himself in front of you, pulling you up into his arms. "I'm sorry if this is too much but you looked like you could really use a hug." Selfishly he holds you close, relishing the feel of your body pressed to his.

Your arms hang limply at your sides and just as he's about to let go and apologize, you wrap your arms around him, squeezing him back just as hard. He sighs, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. You hold each other for a moment before letting go. He presses a kiss to your forehead and walks over to your window. "See ya soon," he promises as he lets up the window and climbs down the lattice.

You quickly walk over to your window, watching him as he crosses your lawn to his van. Before getting in, he looks up at your room, giving you a wave when he sees you standing at the window. With a smile, you give him a small wave as he climbs into his van and drives away.

The smile on your face fades once Eddie's gone from your sight. You turn around with a sigh as you start getting ready, the thought of going to school after what happened feels you with a sense of dread. The only thing preventing you from ditching is wanting to maintain your grades and knowing that your best friend and Eddie would be there for support if you needed it. You repeat that fact as it gets closer and closer to the time for you to leave.

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Eddie skids into the school parking lot, parking crookedly into a spot just as the first bell rings. Cursing under his breath, he quickly jumps out and runs through the double doors toward his locker. After making the fastest pit stop in history, he makes his way to your locker, bumping and pushing stragglers out of the way. He looks around when he doesn't see you. He had wanted to make sure you were okay first thing this morning, knowing that he wouldn't see you again until lunch.

Letting out a frustrated grunt he kicks one of the lockers, startling a few people standing nearby. "Freak," they mutter and whisper to each other as they walk by hurriedly. He rolls his eyes as he makes his way to class, he's debating on whether he should stop by and peek into your class or not when he bumps into someone causing them to stumble.

"Whoa, sorry about that," he says, the apology dying on his lips as he realizes the person in front of him was none other than Chrissy. "Hey— we need to talk." His tone is dull but sure as he keeps his gaze level with hers.

"Yeah, we should. Look, Eddie— whatever thing you had going on with Y/n, I'm willing to overlook it okay?" She holds her books close to her chest, nervously fiddling with her car keys clutched in her hands.

"I'm sorry Chrissy, I just can't— I can't do this anymore and it has nothing to do with Y/n. Things have been the same with us for a long time and you know it." Eddie replies firmly.

"Eddie, I need you," she yells out tearfully. Her shrill voice echoes down the now empty hallway, the tardy bell rings announcing that they are now late for class.

"I'm sorry Chrissy but it's—" Eddie begins but Chrissy cuts him off before he can finish.

"My dreams, they're back and it's getting worse. I think he's back Eddie and he's going to finally win this time," Chrissy whispers, keeping her eyes trained on the floor.

A bolt of fear shoots through Eddie piercing him through the heart. It couldn't be. No way. They had defeated Vecna and he was gone for good. But what if he wasn't? Then that would mean Chrissy was right and she did need his help. How could he abandon her when he was the only one close to her that understood what she was going through? His thoughts turned to Y/n, you were so close to finally being his and now once again it seemed as if something was keeping you apart.

Fat drops of tears sit at the corners of her eyes threatening to fall. Eddie remains silent, his thoughts running rampant, jumping from one thing to the next. A noise from the other end of the hall catches Chrissy's attention.

She flies into his arms, knocking him backward in surprise. Her arms wrap around him and she clings to him possessively. Too stunned to react, he stands there as she holds him, resting her head on top of his shoulder.

Unbeknownst to him you just walked through the school entrance. You were making your way to your locker, when you stopped in your tracks, shocked by the sight in front of you. You could feel your heart breaking in two as you watched Eddie and Chrissy embrace each other. Your feet began to move you closer as your mind screamed for you to leave and go back home to the comfort of your bed. As you get closer, you notice that Chrissy is staring directly at you with an eerie wicked grin on her face.

The look is ominous, making you gasp in shock at the sight. You'd never known she could look so evil, aside from yesterday she always had a smile on her face.

The sound you make catches Eddie's attention and his head turns your way, eyes locking with yours. His face is pale with what looks like fear and his eyes are dull. For a moment you want nothing more than to comfort him and tell him that everything will be okay but in a flash, it's gone. All you can feel is hurt and betrayal at his broken promise.

You keep your head high and walk past them toward your class. You don't dare turn back, not even when you hear Eddie's pained voice calling out for you. Not even when the tears start falling once again.

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ichasewaterfalls · 5 months

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CAR OMORASHI.

By reading this, you verify that you are 18+ years old, and understand the content you’re about to read is considered NSFW and omorashi-linked, and therefore unsuitable to minors.

I tried to keep the heightening urge to pee in the back of my mind as we sped down the highway towards the mountains. We’d only been driving for an hour or so, and I didn’t want to inconvenience Jake just yet. I was sure that I had a good few more miles left in me before it escalated to emergency status. I’d turned down the initial toilet break before we left, confident in my holding ability and wanting to keep to our strict schedule in order to get to Jake’s parents house before Christmas Eve.

Dismissing the thought from my mind, I instead scrolled the plan I’d written for our trip. Itineraries for each day, special activities for us all, and even a family photoshoot for the entire group. I’d taken joy in planning every family reunion since Jake and I got married 4 years ago. Admittedly, I’d also taken control the 2 years we were engaged, and the 3 years of dating. So with 9 years of planning under my belt, I was confident I knew how to create the perfect festive bash.

That wasn’t the only thing under my belt. My bladder reminded me of its existence as Jake merged rapidly into the left-most lane, and I shivered randomly as a wave of urgency fell down my spine.

‘What the hell? You’re supposed to be in the right lan-‘

Before I told him off for his directional mishap, I looked up quickly to see the lane was blocked off, a massive spill of hay all over the road. Should’ve thought of this as a possibility, since we were just passing the thresholds between country farms and mountainous ranges. My bladder seemed to be passing a threshold too, between uncomfortable and urgent.

‘We’ll have to go the back way. It’ll be about 45 extra minutes added to the journey.’

I sighed with frustration, 45 minutes? Not only did it throw us off schedule, it meant longer for me to hold my increasingly aching bladder.

‘I’ll text your mom.’ I scoffed, quickly shooting the group chat a text to let them know we’d be a bit late. As I put my phone down again, I crossed my legs and placed my hands on my lap, preparing myself to have to place a hand or two between my legs to hold myself.

I must have been shaking without notice, but Jake obviously did. He always did.

‘You alright there? Need a bathroom break?’

‘N-no, I’m fine. I- Yes I need a bathroom break.’

‘I’m not sure where the closest facility is on this road. I don’t normally drive the backroads to mom’s. I’m sure we’ll figure it out babe.’

The drive continued, and so did my need for a bathroom. I now had one hand between my legs, and another hand scanning Google Maps, trying to find any relief stops near us. But of course, rural mountain roads aren’t the most reliable source of internet connection. I thought about asking Jake to stop so I could get out and go, but since everyone was diverted, like us, we had cars in front and behind us. And with narrow, slippery roads, there wasn’t enough space to stop and pull over, or safely get off the road. A sinking feeling set in. My sense of chivalry was no longer important to me, he was my husband after all.

‘Jake it’s getting worse, I need to find relief ASAP.’

‘I don’t know how to help babe, I’m trying.’

He was obviously noticing the severity of the situation, as he placed his foot on the gas, going up to the safest speed limit for these roads. I watched him stare at me anxiously as I shoved both hands inside my pants, trying to hold back the pee from escaping.

As the car climbed higher into the range, my need for a bathroom reached a breaking point, and the urgency in my voice became palpable. "Jake," I gasped, my face contorted with discomfort, "I really can't hold it much longer."

"I know, Clara," Jake signed, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of civilization or a restroom. "Just a little longer, okay? Let's try some deep breathing together."

He reached over, placing one hand on my shoulder to guide me through deep, calming breaths. "Inhale deeply...hold it for a moment...now exhale slowly," he coached, trying to keep his voice steady despite the rising panic.

I squeezed my eyes shut, gripping the seatbelt tightly. "It's not working, Jake," I whimpered, my voice trembling with desperation.

But as the minutes ticked by, my resolve wavered. I clutched the dashboard, my face flushed with embarrassment and defeat. "Jake," I whispered, tears forming in her eyes, "I can't...I'm so sorry."

Before Jake could respond, the inevitable happened. My efforts to hold it in proved futile, as the pee rushed out of me, soaking my jeans and the car seat beneath me.

For a moment, silence filled the car, save for my muffled sobs and Jake's stunned expression. The weight of the situation hung heavy between us.

"I'm so sorry, Jake," I managed to choke out, tears streaming down her face.

Jake took a deep breath, reaching over to comfort me. "It's okay sweetheart," he said softly, his voice filled with empathy and understanding. "Accidents happen. We'll figure this out together."

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chiechie97 · 7 months

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The Cigarette's you left at Mine

A Jily Microfic for @jilymicrofics

Prompt: Smoke

The smoke curled around her tongue, it's acrid taste a bitter reminder of the man who had left them in her flat.

"Lily?" Mary called from inside. "He's at the door again, should I—"

"Tell him, to fuck off."

James Potter had never been good at taking a hint. Or no for an answer.

She thought things were serious between them. She thought he knew how she felt.

But apperantly he didn't see things the same way. She'd taken one look at the letter from Clara Clearwater on his kitchen counter and seen enough.

'You looked good last night. I'll see you this weekend for the charity ball. I still love you.'

All written in a letter that had arrived that morning.

She'd balled up the letter and thrown it at his face, yelling at him for being a prick, for leading her on, for making her think there was something serious between them.

Lily took another harsh drag of the ciggarette, watching the smoke from it swirl between her fingers like a snake.

The door to the terrace slid open behind her, the warm air from inside sliding up her back.

"Is he gone?"

"No."

She whipped around, the cigarette falling from her hand as she turned to stare at James.

"I thought I told you to fuck off."

"And I thought you told me smoking was a filthy habbit."

He had bags under his eyes, his shirt was rumpled and untucked from his trousers. Since leaving Hogwarts he'd become considerably more put together, but at that moment he looked like shit.

She glared at him. Stomping out the the remains of the fag that had fallen onto the floor of her balcony.

"Lily, please just listen to me for one minute. Let me explain." He had his hands up deffensivley, like he was waiting for her to strike him with her words.

"You have one minute."

He sighed in relief. Hand jumping to his hair, which was more unruly than usual.

"Clara and I ran into eachother at a dinner party my parents threw, I didn't know she would be there I haven't spoken to her since graduation."

"And she just sends you a love letter out of the blue?" Lily questioned, arms crossed angrily over her chest.

"You know our parents were hopeful for a relationship when we were in school. I have a feeling her parents still haven't dropped that idea." He explained.

"And yours have?"

"Yes." He emphasized, taking a step closer to her. "Because they know how crazy I am about you."

She sucked in a breath, an unwanted flutter in her chest lit up at his declaration.

"Do you swear that nothing has happened between you and Clara?"

"I swear on my life."

Lily starred at him for a moment, assessing the sincere and desperate look he was giving her.

"Alright."

"Alright?"

"Alright I believe you."

She pulled his pack of cigarretes out of her back pocket, her hands shaking with a deep sense of relief. "Do you want a smoke?"

He grinned, accepeting his own cigarette before reaching out to light the one she had put between her lips. His hand brushing against her cheek.

"Smoking is a filthy habit." He said, parroting her own words back at him.

"So are you."

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dinofromspac3 · 11 months

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Time Lords get Sick too

Clara Oswald x Time Lord!Reader

Summary: Being a Time Lord, Y/n didn’t tend to sleep, so when their girlfriend, Clara, finds them in their room on the TARDIS fast asleep she worries.

Third person, they/them pronouns, 11th Doctor makes an appearance

Fluff.

Clara woke up on her own, this morning. That never happened. Mornings on the TARDIS usually began with her partner, Y/N, waking her up by jumping on her and attacking her with kisses.

But not this morning.

Clara went looking for Y/N, confused and concerned about why this morning was different. She found them in their room, curled up in a pile of blankets, fast asleep. At first, Clara couldn’t help but smile at the sight, but quickly that smile faded when she saw the sweat on Y/N’s brow and the troubled look on their face, like they were having bad dreams.

She went up to them, brushing some hair away from their face, and immediately she noticed how warm they felt. She had placed her hand on their forehead and Y/N jolted awake at the sensation of Clara’s cold skin.

“Shh shh,” she brushed her fingers through their hair. “It’s okay, it’s only me.”

“Clara?” Y/N questioned as they came to their senses. “What happened?”

Clara smiled empathetically. “You didn’t wake me up today. I came to find you,” she explained. “You’re burning up, Y/N/N.” She frowned, still running her fingers through their hair.

“Oh, am I?” They said confused, their brain still very clearly not fully awake. Clara frowned, and placed a loving kiss to their forehead. Y/N shivered pulling the blankets tighter around themself.

“Y/N/N, I think you might be sick,” she said softly. “I’m gonna go get the Doctor, stay here, okay?” Y/N just closed their eyes, and Clara knew they weren’t going anywhere at the moment.

A few minutes later, Clara came back with the Doctor. He kneeled down, next to Y/N and felt their forehead, waking them up again, as they had quickly fallen back to sleep since.

“Hey, hey you,” he cooed. “You’re in one hell of state.”

“Still not as bad as you, mate,” Y/N poked fun, making the Doctor chuckle quietly. Then he took out his screwdriver and did a quick scan. “So what’s the diagnosis, Doc?”

He looked at his screwdriver and read it’s results. “Ah, I thought as much.”

“What? What is it?” Clara wondered, a faint bit of worry in her voice. She’d never seen Y/N sleep before, and clearly they were sick. She didn’t know how bad it was, but the Doctor didn’t seem so worried, which eased her nerves a little bit.

“Don’t worry, Clara,” he turned to her with a smile. “It’s just a rough bit of Noctis Fever, essentially a time lord’s flu.” He tossed his screwdriver once in the air, and put it back in jacket. “Plenty of rest, and they’ll be back on their feet in no time.”

Clara smiled, sighing in relief at the news. “Oh, that’s a relief. I don’t know why, I didn’t realize time lords could get sick.”

“Of course we can,” the Doctor scoffed at the idea. “We’re not gods, Clara.” Then he smiled and gave Clara a pat on the head, before leaving the room. She sat down besides Y/N, and resumed stroking their hair as before. Y/N smiled at the contact, but still was shivering.

“Your hand is cold,” they said, quietly. Clara let out a soft breath of a laugh.

“I’m sorry,” she replied, tucking them into their blankets. “How about this, I’m going to go make you the classic, human remedy to all sicknesses, a nice warm bowl of soup. How does that sound?”

Y/N smiled, loving Clara even more in this moment. “That sounds nice,” they nodded.

“I’ll be right back,” Clara smiled again, and left for the kitchens.

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enchantedchocolatebars · 2 months

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💍 💕 She Said Yes ⭐ ✨

Original story

Ao3 version

"Clara" is my wittewife.

💕 Commission art here 💍

"For you, my love," Caleb said with a charming smile as he placed the plate of flycake on the kitchen counter where Clara was sitting.

Think fruitcake, minus the fruit, of course.

Instead the cake slice contained dried and candied forest flies.

The blonde was aware of his girlfriend's love of the baked good and decided to purchase a piece at her favorite bakery.

Clara's green eyes started to sparkle when she saw the dessert before her, her buoyant smile dancing with delight.

"For me?" she beams out her question, clasping both hands together. "Thank you!"

Before savoring the delicious cake slice, Clara asks, "What's the occasion? Anything special planned for today?"

Caleb shakes his head in response, his playful grin growing tremendously.

"Nope!" he lied with a chuckle. "Just wanted to treat my special lady with a treat that rivaled her sweetness," he hummed.

His flirtatious tone and prince-like attitude causes Clara to let out a giggle.

Little did she know that there was an engagement ring hidden within the flycake.

Caleb was ready to put his plan of popping the question to her into action.

All Clara needed was a fork.

Reaching behind his back, Caleb pulled out said eating utensil and handed it to Clara.

"You'll need this," he kindly states to his future wife with a wink.

Clara emits a gasp of excitement!

A fork was exactly what she needed!

With the utensil in her hand, she reaches for the itchy spot on her back, scratching it.

It's been bugging her all day.

After easing the uncomfortable sensation on her skin, Clara breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Ah!" she said, sighing serenely.

Meanwhile, Caleb was… a bit stunned by seeing that, to say the least.

Now ridden of her itch, Clara tosses the fork aside and concentrates on the cake, licking her lips and rubbing her hands together.

It looked so good, but it would look even better in her stomach.

Picking up the plate, Clara holds it to her lips before opening her mouth and tipping the treat inside, gulping it down in one go.

Satisfied, the witch rubs her tummy with contentment.

After a few seconds of silence, Caleb finally screams in complete shock, a horrified look on his face.

Clara, confused by the sudden shriek, tilts her head slightly to the side.

"What? Wasn't the cake for me?" she asked Caleb.

"A-Ah, yes, it was, b-but, I… I… I...," were the only words that Caleb could utter out with a worried stutter.

How would he propose to his beloved now?

"You what?" Clara asks, still confused and a little concerned by Caleb’s behavioral shift.

Before she could question him further, she paused.

Something was suddenly on her tongue.

It was metally and felt round.

Sticking her tongue out, Clara's eyes widened as saw the most splendid thing she'd ever seen - a ring.

And not just any ring, an engagement ring.

After a small gasp, she slowly removed the ring off her tongue and began examining it.

It sparkled, it shimmered, it shined, and most importantly, it was beautiful.

Green eyes welled with tears as Clara turned her gaze to Caleb.

The blonde gave his girlfriend a soft and sincere smile.

He could see sunshine fill her entire being.

Such a reaction made his heart soar with joy.

"Clara Evelyn Clawthrone, I–"

Before the man could even finish his sentence, Clara immediately jumped into his arms.

"YES, YES, YES, A THOUSAND TIMES YES!" she shouts, crying like crazy.

They both laughed as Caleb spun her around in circles.

This moment was the happiest moment that Clara had ever experienced.

She was going to get married and become a wife.

And not just any wife, but Caleb's wife.

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can I get 29 for Nellie and Wallace. Please.

no one look at me..

Wallace found her in the kitchen, standing by the sink with her back turned to him.

"Lenore," he called out, with a bit more force than necessary, making her turn on her heel. Her eyes, large and startled, darted to him.

Lenore always had a bit of a frightened look about her, Wallace found. It seemed to be her default state, always alert and never quite at ease, like a scared creature that had been put in a viper's nest.

Lord Pendleton had a doe's head mounted atop of the mantle in his office that often reminded Wallace of her, one whose large, dead eyes seemed to follow your every movement throughout the room. He had shot it in his youth, long before either of them were born. It lacked the majestic antlers that most of the other hunting trophies in the manor possessed, but Lord Pendleton insisted that the creature's eyes had a strange beauty about them.

"Clara said there was an incident in the gardens," Wallace continued, more softly. "What happened?"

"Oh," she began, and only now did Wallace notice the wet rag in her hands. "I was outside with the twins, and they were digging in the mud with their hands. I tried to stop it, lest they soil their clothing, and they threw it at me!" She gestured towards her gown as he approached her, although her black skirts seemed mostly unblemished. Her face however, although scrubbed mostly clean and only damp with water by now, seemed to have taken the brunt of it. There were bits of mud in her ringlets and one speck of dirt that remained on her cheek.

"Where are they now?"

"Still outside, I reckon."

Wallace shook his head with disapproval. "You know they mustn't behave like this. There should be adequate punishment, or at least tell his Lordship about this."

"It's just a little mud, Wallace. Besides, they're just children, they don't know any better," she said, both of them knowing that they were no longer small, they should know better. "It's not like I have that much authority, anyway."

"Then you should tell Lady Pendleton–"

"Lady Violet?" she cut him off. Lenore never referred to Lord Pendleton's second wife by her proper title whenever she could get away with it—that privilege was reserved for the now long deceased first wife. "By the void, Wallace, she would gut me if she found out I let them ruin their suits!"

"I'm sure that's not true, Lenore."

"It is, you know how much she hates me!" She looked up at him, her eyes even wider than he thought possible and pleading. "Please don't tell her about this."

With her large-eyed expression tearing at his resolve, he sighed in frustration, "I won't."

Lenore breathed a sigh of relief and shot him a smile, sweet and wholesome, and for a moment his eyes flickered to her lips, then to the speck of dirt that still stained her cheek. As if pulled towards her by some unseen force, he stepped closer to her. He lifted his hand towards her cheek, then stopped short before touching her.

Lenore looked up at him, her wide eyes searching his face. "Wallace��" she said breathlessly.

He grimaced. "You still have dirt on your cheek."

"Oh."

The sound of little footsteps approaching fast was what it took for him to pull his gaze from her. He looked over his shoulder to see little Morgan Pendleton standing in the doorway with an impish grin, hands hidden behind his back.

Lenore stepped around him with a scowl on her face, clearly more irritated than she had let on, "Morgan, what do you have there?"

The boy revealed a closed fist caked in mud. Wallace knew their nurse would have to scrub it out from under his nails for the rest of the evening—not to mention the grass stains on his clothes. "Do you want to see," he asked.

Lenore had no time to answer before Morgan opened his fist to reveal a worm and threw it at her.

#*writing #c: lenore #lenore & wallace #i think nellie would think hes a snitch.. now would he snitch... idk perhaps #get wormed 🪱

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hazbinhotelxreader · 3 months

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Stressed Carmilla x female reader smut

Words: 783

“Stress Reliever”

A/n: I posted this yesterday but saw it was on mature…so I’m reposting it.

A/n: lol I’ve done a lot of Carmilla stuff. I’m working on Lucifer too! I just find carmila easier to write since I’m attracted to females (and her the most out of the show). But anyways hope you enjoy!

(Requested by: Erin26_94 on AO3)

Warnings: submissive Carmilla, Dominant reader, gentle sex, praising, gay sex, oral(vaginal)

Info: takes place after “Whatever it takes”. Carmillas stressed out due to velvette and the meeting, and she is gifted with some pleasure from you.

Carmilla sighed softly as Zestial left the room. She went over and grabbed some alcohol, pouring it into the glass again but then drinking the bottle instead. Velevtte had stressed her out greatly. Almost exposing Carmilla being responsible for the death of the exorcist.

She sat down at the table and rested her head on her hand, closing her eyes to take a deep breath to calm herself down, that’s until she gets a knock on the door. “Come in.” She commanded sternly. You enter the room with a concerned smile, carmillas expression immediately softening, so did her voice. “Mi amor..is there something you need?”

“Odette and Clara told me you were feeling a little stressed, so I came to check in on you” you said softly and concerned, walking over to her and kissing her gently on the side of her head. She sighed softly and looked up at you with tired eyes.

“Yes..Velvettes catching on my love..” she admits and rubbed her forehead out of stress. “Such a respectless brat…” she grumbled frustrated with today’s meeting.

You chuckled at her insulting one of the VEES, after all they were pretty respectless, and rude, so they kinda deserved it. “Want me to help you take away that stress my love?” You offered as you traced her thigh

She looked up at you, and nods. “Yes..I would love that..what did you have in mind?” She asked, leaning in the chair more comfortably now.

“Well…I can let you release that stress out with something more….passionate~” you say seductively and continue to trace her thigh.

Carmilla blushed softly. “I’m not sure love..we are still in the office..I’d rather not-“ she was cut off from her worries by you.

“Don’t think about that okay? We’re the only ones here and it is late, no one’s going to come in..tonight is to focus on you. Okay?” You reassured, moving your hand up to her hips.

She sighed softly in relief. “Okay then…I trust you on that my dear..” she said and stood up, making you push her to sit on the table. She was slightly confused of what you were doing but didn’t question it and allowed you to continue.

You got on your knees and started to pull off her pants, she blushed as she looked down at your figure. You discard the pants and set them on a nearby chair, and you start to trail soft kisses up and down Carmillas thighs, making her shiver and arch her back in response. “You’re so good for me..” you praised her softly and kiss up towards her sensitive sex.

Your hot breath hits carmillas sensitive folds, causing her to let out a soft gasp and grip the edge of the table. “Mi Amor….” She choked out, arching her back and wanting release. You gave into her wishes and started to leave long licks onto her pussy. She moaned out and used all her strength to not grab your head and push you into her. You continue to leave long and soft licks and kisses onto her core, your fingers massaging her thighs.

Your warm tongue finally enters her sobbing and tight pussy, you tasted the inside of her as her thighs tighten around your head, making your breath hitch. “Ohhh…Mi Amor…keep going…” Asha said breathy and placed her large claw onto the back of your head to push you in more while her thighs kept you in place. You moan and thrust your tongue in and out of her, your hands gripping onto her large thighs and holding her tight. “oh mierda….yes..yes..” she moaned out as she got closer to her climax.

Your eyes shut tight as she throws her head back in pleasure, crying out your name as her hips grinded into your face, her large hand holding your head into her and fingers twined into your hair, her large thighs holding you close.

You taste the familiar salty and warm liquid fill your mouth and you swallow every drop of her precious cum, milking the rest out with your mouth. You pull away and pant, standing up and gently kissing Carmillas lips, she wrapped an arm around your waist and kissed back, her tongue dancing with yours. Your lips parted, strands of pre-cum and saliva connected your mouths, and she spoke up, panting softly.

“Your incredible Mi Amor….”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #human reader #carmilla carmine smut #carmilla carmine x fem reader #carmilla carmine x reader #carmilla carmine #carmilla x fem reader #carmilla #hazbin hotel carmilla #carmine

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karolinesvrsion · 1 year

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just this once, okay? | bruce yamada x fem!reader

part one part two part three part four part five part six part seven part eight part nine PART TEN

y'all im so sorry i disappeared with no warning but i've been like a disgusting amount of sick this past week, but i'm back and finally publishing the last chapter of this series YAY okay bye

there's also a clara reid playlist now because i love her sm, you should go check it out OKAY BYE.

taglist: @bettyssneaker @ellemfaoh @finneysbaseball @urfavkorean @retirement-home @sweetrabbit @inumakihearts @zekegorilla @godscnt

when a crushing and helpless bruce yamada seeks aid from an unaware and breezy y/n, he suggests they fake date in order to make his crush jealous. what could go wrong? they were friendly, and y/n was beautiful. bruce’s plan is fool proof. at least that’s what he thinks.

a/n: for the sake of the story, everyone is the same age (16-17) and in junior year of high school, except gwen, who is a freshman. and the grabber doesn't exist because i said so.

❦

"um, can we talk?"

you stood there, mouth opening and closing multiple times. about a million thoughts ran through your head, each making you more nervous. your mouth felt dry, your hands felt clammy, and your cheeks were burning.

"y/n?" bruce's soft voice called, snapping you out of your trance. "you okay?"

"yeah, yeah, i'm okay, i just, um," you stumbled, raising your embarrassment level from one to ten, "yeah, let's talk."

bruce let out a sigh of relief, swaying side to side as he waited for you to step out. "wanna go to the library? or we can go to the old playground, if you want."

you two decided on the playground, seeing as the weather was perfect for it. your hair billowed with the wind, and bruce tried not to stare at your rosy cheeks.

you sat down on one of the rusty swings, kicking a few rocks as you did so. bruce took a seat on the one next to yours, watching as the birds flew around, their wings spread out beautifully.

it was a bit odd, sitting there with bruce, neither of you saying a single word, but also rather comforting. it had been a while since the two of you were in one another's company like this, and you had to admit that you missed it.

"so, i talked to clara." bruce spoke up, looking over at you.

your heart sped up, and you found yourself praying for the worst. "oh, you did? what did she say?"

bruce fixed his posture, straightening up. "well, she didn't have a crush on me."

"she didn't?" your face scrunched in confusion. "but then, who did she have a crush on— oh." bruce snickered at this, covering his mouth with his hand. "me? clara liked me?"

"yes, she did." bruce smiled comfortingly.

"me? really?" you grinned lightly, making bruce a little nervous.

"oh, do you like girls too?" he asked. "because if you do, that's totally okay, and i won't tell anyone if you don't want me to."

"no, bruce, it's okay, i don't— well, it's not that." you interrupted, placing your hand on his forearm. "i actually have to talk to you about something."

"wait, let me go first." bruce cut in urgently. "i've wanted to tell you this for a while now, actually, but i always stopped myself because i was too scared, but y'know, i'm not scared anymore, so, yeah!"

you blinked multiple times, hoping he could see that you were beyond confused.

"right, sorry." he said, running his hand across his face in exasperation. "okay. here goes, y/n." you placed your chin in your hand, letting bruce know that you were intrigued. "i like you. like, really, like you, like, it's almost embarrassing how much i like you, and it really killed me when you ended the plan and left, because i was gonna tell you right then and there, but, yeah."

your jaw dropped, and you were frozen in your seat. your mouth couldn't form any sort of sounds, even though all you wanted to do in that moment was throw your arms around him and tell him the feeling is mutual.

in reaction to your silence— and expression— bruce's shoulders fell, and he began to stand up. "but i totally understand that you don't feel the same way, and that's okay, we can stay friends—"

"what? i don't want to be friends!" you exclaimed, kicking another rock.

bruce stood up, beginning to walk away. "well, that's real nice. you could've just said 'no thanks' or something."

"no!" you said, grabbing his hand quickly. "what i mean is, i like you too. the feeling is mutual, or whatever— look, the point is, i really like you, bruce. in the most embarrassing way possible, i like you. so, no, i don't want to be 'just friends' anymore."

bruce grinned, taking a step towards you. "you mean it? you're not just saying this out of pity, are you?"

"bruce!" you chuckled, slapping his arm gently.

his smile widened, and he picked you up in his arms tightly, spinning you around happily. "after we started the whole fake-dating plan it was like i never even liked clara. i like you. like, really like you."

"well, why didn't you just tell me that?" you said.

"i didn't want to ruin this. i really love hanging out with you, and i didn't want to lose you." bruce smiled sheepishly.

"aw, that's so corny." you teased.

"yeah, i guess you're right." bruce shrugged. "well, do you wanna be my girlfriend? for real this time?"

"well, duh!" you grinned, wrapping your arms around him. "vance is gonna be thrilled to hear this, y'know?"

"was that sarcastic or serious?" bruce asked— genuinely curious.

"serious, for the most part." you said. "he's been listening to me talk about this for a while now, so, i might owe him a couple of pinball games and slushies."

"sucks to be you, then." bruce teased, earning an elbow to the rib from you. "fine, i'll help out." he placed his hands on your shoulders, turning you slightly to face him. "can i kiss you for real this time?"

you nodded, eyes fluttering closed as bruce leaned in slowly. somehow, it felt both the same and different than the kiss you shared at donna's birthday party. your lips moved in sync with his, sending a wave of electricity down your spine.

the two of you pulled apart shortly after, resting your foreheads together. bruce was as giddy as a little kid on christmas, and you were beyond happy. everything was perfect, and now all you had left to do was explain everything to your families.

your parents were beyond confused as you and bruce explained everything. wyatt and allie couldn't have cared less about the explanation, but allie was thrilled to have her puzzle buddy back.

mr. and mrs. yamada's expressions were blank when you and bruce sat down and talked to them. amy was chewing gum with the most judgmental look on her face. nonetheless, they all understood.

you took the liberty of explaining to vance, finney, and robin, who all cheered for you supportively. finney and robin did a happy dance while vance brought you in for a hug— something almost as rare as a shooting star.

going back to school on monday was somewhat exciting for you and bruce. over the weekend, word had spread that the two of you had gotten back together. (you all figured it would be best not to explain the fake-dating situation to anyone else.)

you walked in with griffin— who made it a habit in his year of sixth grade to walk along with you to stay close. once he walked off with his friends, you made your way to your locker, where bruce was waiting.

"hey, you!" he called, grinning widely. one of his hands held the chunky english textbook, and the other was held out for you to hold, which you did, of course.

"you're awfully giddy today." you pointed out, making his smile grow even more.

"it's not fake anymore, y/n/n." he whispered, leaning closer to you. "this isn't fake anymore, of course i'm giddy."

the rest of the day went by exactly like this, with you and bruce by one another's side whenever possible, and vance rolling his eyes at every cute thing you did.

during lunch, you spotted donna and clara eating together at the old picnic tables. you noticed the hand-holding, but chose not to say anything as it would be rude.

when you caught donna's eye, she grinned widely, all but confirming your suspicion. you were happy that donna and clara were together, they both deserved to be happy.

later that day, you went over to donna's house, where she spilled the beans about her and clara. "yes, we're dating, but we don't want to tell anyone yet! you know how rude people can be, and besides, we've only been dating for a couple of days, it's still new." she gushed, her cheeks a tinge of pink.

lucas wouldn't stop teasing bruce all day, saying 'i told you so' every five seconds. at one point, vance told him to 'shut up about it, already,' which ended the playful banter.

"hey, y/n," bruce turned to you in physics class, "will you give me the answer to number nine? please?"

you raised an eyebrow at him, only receiving pleading eyes in return. "fine, but, just this once, okay?"

#bruce yamada #bruce yamada x reader #finney blake #gwen blake #pinball vance #robin arellano #the black phone #tristan pravong #vance hopper #billy showalter #donna the black phone #clara reid #just this once okay?#griffin stagg

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coulsons-fullmetal-cellist · 7 months

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It's Alive!

(Dieter x horror loving female)

Words: 552

Summary: Dieter plays Frankenstein with his daughter

Warnings: toddler mishaps, misuse of superglue, lots of fluffy adorableness at the end

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The end of the workday was something you looked forward to. You couldn’t wait to go home to a loving husband and adorable daughter. Except today took and unexpected detour. Your phone rang as soon as you had gotten into your car.

“Hey Dieter.”

“Hey, honey cakes, promise me you won’t panic.”

“You know saying that is going to make me worry.”

He sighed, “Well, I’m in the hospital.”

“You’re what?”

“Cupcake and I-she’s fine. Clara is completely fine.”

You let out a sigh of relief but then remembered there was still news.

“So cupcake and I were playing Frankenstein, you know the black and white Universal Studio version.”

“Let me guess, you were Boris Karloff?”

“Yeah, and she wanted to make me into a monster the way you turn people into monsters…” You dreaded where this was going.

“I have no idea how she managed it, but she got her hands on some superglue.”

Clearly, you there were still a few places you had to childproof and you facepalmed at the thought.

“How bad is it?” you asked.

“Wait a minute.”

You heard the ping of an impending message. It was a picture of Dieter all covered in green face paint and various bits of rubbish were glued in strategic places over his face and body.

“She did a pretty good job actually.”

“I rang Adrién for help,” Dieter continued. “They couldn’t manage to get anything off so now I’m waiting for professionals to remove them at the hospital. I’ll need a long shower when I get back,” he sighed which was laced with sadness.

“What’s wrong?”

“I was frustrated and I…I didn’t mean to, but I raised my voice at Clara and now I’ve upset her.”

“It’s probably just a shock as it never happens.”

“Yeah but I hate that and if she now thinks I hate her and if she gets scared of…”

“She’ll never be scared of you,” you firmly reassured him. “I’ll talk to her.”

You walked down the hallway of the hospital where you found Clara, still dressed in her mad scientist outfit, curled up in a chair looking glum.

“Dieter is the other room waiting to be taken home. I tried to tempt the little miss with treats but she’s not up for anything at the moment.” You thanked Adrién then turned to comfort your daughter.

“Daddy mad, now we can’t play Frankie-stein anymore.”

“Oh pumpkin,” you knelt down to be eye level with her. “Daddy’s not made at you. You remember when the creature first woke up, he was confused and a little scared. That’s how daddy felt.”

“So not mad?”

“No, just scared,” you moved now to cuddle her close. “But next time you want to play Frankenstein, you’ll need an assistant.”

She looked up at you with those puppy dog eyes she could only have gotten from her father, “You be Igor?”

“Yes, I’ll be Igor. And we’ll make a very nice creature together.”

That cheered her up immensely so you both went into the room to collect Dieter. Naturally, he had fallen asleep waiting. His face still had green painted on it so when you gently shook his leg, he woke up with a bolt sitting upright making an almost animalistic groan, almost like in the film.

“It’s alive! It’s alive!”

Lovingly tagging @boliv-jenta @simpingcowboy @ellenmunn @o-sacra-virgo-laudes-tibi @brilliantopposite187 @chaithetics @myloveistoolittle @cevans-is-classic @glshmbl

#pedro pascal #jose pedro balmaceda pascal #dieter x honey cakes #love of horror fanfic #love of horror #dieter x reader #dieter bravo #the bubble netflix #the bubble

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wito-chan-bla-bla · 2 years

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Hiya! I'm so sorry if I'm bugging you but may I please request another chapter of detection? IT'S SO CUTE AND FLUFFY AND I NEED TO SEE THESE TWO KISS... ON THE LIPS!!!!! I am a HUGE Kalego simp so THANK YOU SO MUCH HUN!

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I do not know why, but when I wrote this fanfiction, this page came to my mind. Guess who laughed and tried not to beat the table with his fists for the stupidest reason?

Warnings: strange hints and plot. (Well, as usual)

You dangled your legs, whining plaintively and trying to escape. However, all your actions were in vain, because Kalego easily held you by the collar with one hand. The demon squinted at his students before letting go of your clothes, almost causing you to plop painfully to the floor. Fortunately, Naberius picked you up with magic at the last moment, putting you flat.

–K-Kalego-kun... why did you... run so fast?! Do you know that you have pretty sharp shoulders? - "What's this for?" – P-please don't carry me on your shoulder like a sack of potatoes anymore.

The demon looked at you apologetically before glaring at the enthusiastic, but at the same time dissatisfied students. (They were obviously glad to see you, and the reason for their discontent was now standing next to you).

–So, explain your plan again, now for (Y/N). Iruma, for the piano!

Suzuki sighs, but obediently sits down at the summoned musical instrument. The boy gives you a quick glance and you smile faintly at him before gasping in embarrassment when Naberius pulls you to his chest and places one of his long arms around your waist.

–K-Kalego-kun?! – you couldn't help but stutter, being so close to the demon.

–It looks like someone listened to Alice's explanation, – he grins, looking at your flushed face. – Well, I'll tell you briefly. I'm going to show this crazy class how to dance classical dances.

–And w-what does it have to do with me?! – you don't know whose heart is beating so fast: yours or Kalego's.

–Because I am ready to dance with only two demons in this school: with Shichiro and you, – suddenly Naberius leans closer to your ear and whispers: – But it will be much more pleasant for me to dance with you.

And while you are mentally dying, Iruma starts playing the composition. You have never danced, so from the outside, the "dance" looks like an attempt by Kalego to drag your body somewhere that is not able to move independently. However, the demon's experience gets the better of your clumsiness, so at the end Asmodeus even claps, positively assessing the aristocratic dance.

–So, I showed you how it should look from a professional point of view, – Kalego glares at Iruma's friend, simultaneously holding you upright. – Alice will help you put on a dance, I will make sure that your crooked legs do not trample the local carpets. On this, everyone is free!

–M-me too?.. – you ask hopefully, wanting to go and put your face in some vessel with cold water.

–No, because the director ordered to prepare the documents, and you still haven't figured out how to issue them.

–I hate paperwork.…

–But we can spend a little time together ... – Kalego barely utters, and your cheeks flush even more.

–Hey, sensei, you can't just steal from us (Y/S)-sensei! – shouts Lied. – We want to talk to her!

–You will have additional classes on studying people today. That's where you'll talk.

–But we already want more! – Clara gets up from her seat and runs to you skipping. – (Y/N)-sensei is always playing with me, so I won't let her go so easily!

You smile at the children, feeling like your heart is about to explode from their puppy faces. But Kalego is a cruel sadist, so he keeps dragging you to fill out documents.

However, before the demon has time to disappear behind the doors and get lost in the endless corridors of the former demon king's classroom, Robin appears in the office, who rushes to Naberius shouting: "Senpa-ai!" You exhale with relief when you are left alone, but Clara jumps right at you, so in the end you are all fly to the floor anyway. (Fortunately, the carpets here are quite soft).

While you are hugging Valac and other little demons, Kalego carefully reads the order brought by his kohai. Robin smiles like a real demon, and Naberius waves him away, sending him away. The stronger teacher sighs, and you involuntarily turn your head to him.

–What's there? – you are interested, stroking Clara's hair as if she were a dog.

–Additional "tricks" from the director, – with a face full of contempt for a certain demon, says Kalego, throwing papers on the table. – This year class teachers will also take part in the festival.

–Do we have to be on the same stage with Kalego-sensei?! – Lied shouts out in horror.

–Hey, I actually hear everything! – Naberius shakes his head and pinches the bridge of his nose. – So I have to stay on stage for at least a third of the performance so that you have at least a chance to increase the rank.

–So you're going to dance? – you ask with burning eyes, wanting to see it.

–I can play musical instruments instead of Iruma and Purson.

You immediately get sad and pout. To see Kalego's little shame and still survive would be a wonderful experience! But, it seems, not today.

While Naberius complains and looks through the documents again to make sure he hasn't missed anything, his students are whispering among themselves. You're sitting next to her, still stroking Clara's head, so you can eavesdrop on the conversation of the little demons.

–Now you can definitely take the place of the bride, Elizabetta-chan! – Lied's eyes are burning with anticipation. – You are the tallest, and Kalego-sensei just won't look strange against your background!.. Unlike all of us, – he sighs sadly.

–I don't know, - Ix swallows, looking at the older demon. – I respect Kalego-sensei, but his aura... scares me. I'm not sure I can dance with him the whole time of the performance.

–But you're the only one who won't look like a child next to him, sis! And we cannot put Kalego-sensei on the "second stage", because otherwise we will all die painfully.

–I heard he communicates well with March-sensei, – Jazz remarks, recalling their nondescript torture teacher, who with a relaxed smile told how to pull out the tongue correctly in order to "stretch the pleasure".

–And what should we do in this case? – Caim asks. – No one can shine as bright as sis to become a bride!

–Or maybe?.. – Lied stretches out with a big smile, turning his head towards you. You flinch and smile awkwardly at him.

–Why are you looking at me like you're going to say something I'll regret later?

All the young male demons stared at you for a few seconds before shouting at once:

–(Y/N)-sensei, become our bride!

–What?! – Kalego shouts from his seat, turning to the children with red eyes. – What else are you up to?!

–(Y/N)-sensei should take part in our performance! – Clara quickly explains, glowing like the sun. – She will play the maniac bride, and Eggie-sensei will be the murdered groom!

–Wh-what?! – now you're screaming. – So, children, I understand that you love me, but do I look like your homeroom teacher?.. – you ask nervously, hoping that you will not be forced to perform anywhere.

–It says here, – Gaap says, standing next to Naberius and pointing to the papers, – that our class can attract any teacher who is not a class teacher, since there are only thirteen of us demons. And since you, (Y/N)-sensei, don't even teach basic lessons, then you should definitely be free!

–We just got too big a platform, and we didn't know where to apply it. But if there are two adults standing on it, then the dance will not look ridiculous, – Jazz supported.

–And we just couldn't figure out where to put the bride and groom after the latter was killed. But now we have a cool solution for this task, – Sabnock smiled at you.

–We just have a skeleton similar to Eggie-sensei!

–It's decided, (Y/N)-sensei will be a bride who wants money and kills her partner, and Kalego-sensei will become a blindly in love groom, – Ix smiles and hits his fist on his palm, as if securing a deal with the devil.

–B-but!.. – you're trying to come up with something quickly. Look at Iruma for support, but the boy looks at you with his pleading eyes, and you quickly fix your gaze on the legs of Naberius, who began to move in your direction.

– K-Kalego-kun, you felt me dancing! I'm definitely not right for this role! Tell them it's a bad idea!.. Hey, Kalego-kun, why are you smiling?..

–I'm just thinking that my students have finally offered something worthwhile, – the children look at each other, and then begin to shine even more.

–B-but!..

–Either you choose dancing so that you finally have an excuse not to do the paperwork, or I will teach you how to process documents in fifteen different ways.

I hate paperwork!.. You mentally groan and scream in despair. As a result, you nod, admitting defeat.

Kalego smiles strangely, and you decide to jump up, detach Clara from yourself and run away before it all ends badly for you.

When you run, a small pendant in the form of a droplet, similar in color to a clear bright sky, beats against your chin. Naberius follows you with his gaze before touching his chest, pretending to adjust the buttons. As a result, he barks at the children to sit down and tell him the performance plan.

After lunch, Kalego drinks tea with you and retells what he learned from the younger demons. It turns out that you will need to dance a classical dance with Naberius, standing in the center of the stage on a platform, for some time.

Then the music will change dramatically, the students will start dancing more incendiary and modern, you will take out a knife and pretend that you are killing Kalego. Then the fog is summoned by magic, you and Naberius escape at this time. Then Elizabetta, who will be sitting on the piano before, dances with the skeleton and sings about the mad love that brought the young demon to the grave.

You rub your temples to distract yourself. Kalego looks at you with a happy look, and you raise an eyebrow questioningly. The demon's cheeks turn a little pink when he talks, hiding his face in a cup of tea:

–I just think it's a great opportunity to learn how to perform classical dances with a lot of demons looking at us. Still, we will have to somehow perform a beautiful dance at our wedding.

You almost choked on your tea after those words. Kalego does not look at you, continuing to drink tea. If it wasn't for his rosy cheeks, you might think he was just mocking you.

–Isn't it a little early to talk about it? – you ask, shifting uncomfortably in place. – We haven't even, uh, kissed.

You cover your red face with your hands, trying not to think about the situation you are in. It seems that you are an adult, but you are embarrassed by such things… Although... given the demon's smile, it's against the law not to be embarrassed, on the contrary.

–What are you thinking about? – you ask, looking at the cunning eyes of Kalego. He suddenly sighs and puts the cup down on the table, shaking his head. The demon looks around before starting to speak:

–Do you know that demons are terrible possessives?

–Uh, you can't tell by all of you somehow... all the teachers share food with me, so…

–Because you didn't seriously try to take something valuable away from them. But if you dared, – Kalego looked away boringly, – then you would be destroyed on the spot.

You shudder with fear and the tone of the demon's voice. Naberius laughs softly at your face and assures you that he would not let anyone touch you before continuing:

–Demons always desperately and resolutely protect what belongs to them... even if this "something" does not want to be their property, – Kalego looks you in the eye, he looks very serious. – If you had been here a few hundred years earlier, I could, given all the actions that I did towards you, just throw you on my shoulder and make you my wife.

–Wh-what?!. – you are crying out in embarrassment for the umpteenth time this day. Your voice has long been like a squeak.

–What? My rank is much higher than yours and the rank of anyone else. No one would say a word to me.

Kalego laughs at your face again while you bang your forehead on the table. Suddenly you bump into something soft. It turns out to be the demon's palm.

–Let these times have long passed, – continues Naberius, – the habits of demons have remained. So I can't think of anything else but to make you my wife.

–Y-you'll drive me to my grave at this rate sooner, Kalego-kun, – you speak with despair into his palm.

–Believe me, I can get you out of there, too.

–I don't even doubt it.

The demon smiles gently at you before his face becomes hard and unyielding again. You turn your head to see the rest of the teachers coming into the room.

You wave your hand at them and start a friendly conversation. Kalego continues to drink tea with an already normal complexion, as if he wasn't the one chatting here about your wedding. You still feel your cheeks burning, but you try not to pay attention to it.

When the break ends, you sigh and sit down at your desk to still do paperwork. You have been putting off this case for a long time, justifying yourself by saying that you need to prepare for lessons and help Iruma with cleaning the school grounds, but now you need to somehow distract yourself from the words of Kalego.

The tall demon is the last to leave the room. Just before the exit, he turns around to give you a very, very small smile. You wave goodbye to him before you start working anyway.

*+*

–Look, sensei, – Lied says after the lesson, showing you a crookedly drawn plan, – you and Kalego-sensei will be standing here on the platform in the middle, – he points somewhere on the paper. – We'll dance in the back. At first, the light will illuminate only you and Kalego-sensei, but then everyone else. At the very beginning, the sister performs the opera part, meanwhile the platform slowly descends. As soon as you and Kalego-sensei are standing on the floor, you take a knife out from under your skirt, pierce the sensei, and then disappear into the fog. That's it! The plan is brilliant, we know it!

–W-wait... from under the skirt? How am I going to lift up my wedding skirt so quickly?

–Oh, I've thought it all out, – Ix claps his hands with a big smile. – The skirt will be made of a very light, but opaque material. We will attach one knife to each of your legs. Thus, it will not matter which side you stand to the viewer, since you will always be able not to show them your legs.

–How long does the performance even last? – you ask, knowing from the faces of the little demons that you will not be able to escape anywhere.

–No more than three minutes, – Alice says.

–So I'll have to dance with Kalego-kun for at least a minute, – you immediately cover your reddened face with your palms.

–Eh? Are you confused by Eggie-sensei, (Y/N)-sensei? – Clara asks, hugging you by the hand. – Are you afraid of him?

–N-no! Just…

Next, you start stuttering before hitting your forehead on the table. Your students exchange glances, and then Valac exhales in horror.

–Don't tell me you like him! – you're mumbling into the tree. – No, (Y/N)-sensei, tell me you were joking! You deserve the best!

–Don't forget that he is one of the strongest demons in the school, – you put your cheek on the table and groan.

–The world is full of other demons! Why Eggie-sensei?!

–You know, Clara-chan, – you raise your hand and stroke her hair, – love comes unexpectedly. I myself did not think that I would ever fall in love with a demon.

Iruma coughs strangely, his friend is sad, and you understand how suspicious your proposal sounded. Fortunately, you look like a demon, so no problems arise.

–Okay, – you get up resolutely, but you get up smoothly not so confidently. – I will perform and help you, children. All in order not to deal with documents!

–Hooray!

–(Y/N)-sensei, (Y/N)-sensei, will you play with us? – Clara pulls you by the hand.

You giggle and nod before heading off with the jubilant demons to the school's backyard.

*+*

–Won't you come with us today, (Y/N)-san?

–Yes. Kalego-kun told me to start training with him today, since my skills are too low, – you sigh. – Tell Opera-san and your grandfather that I may not come home today. Don't let them worry, the teachers in the dorm will take care of me.

–O-oh, overnight!

–It's not as much fun as it sounds, Clara-chan.

The girl pouts her lips.

You say goodbye to the kids before turning around to almost crash into the Kalego. Embarrassedly raising your hands and moving away, you cough a couple of times. The demon raises an eyebrow questioningly, and you drag him by the sleeve towards the road.

So, after some ten minutes on foot, since you would not survive after three minutes of flying in the arms of Kalego, you find yourself in his room. While you are trying to find the right composition in the box, the demon for some reason goes to the window to close it with curtains. You immediately look up at him and squint.

–What are you going to do to me if you don't want others to see it?

–You'll see,– he chuckles. – And don't forget, you're the only pervert of the two of us here.

–S-stop calling me that!

–However, this describes you best, doesn't it?

You threw a composition at him, the demon caught it with two fingers. Glancing at the title, he nodded before starting to play the song.

–We'll need to dance... until then, – he lets you listen to the music a few times before stopping.

–So, at the moment when the melody begins to fall, as it were?

–Yes, – Kalego nods. – At this point, men usually tilt women almost to the floor before throwing them up, but we will not consider this part.

–Thanks to the missing demon king, – you exhale with relief, putting your hand on your heart.

–Do you have a bad stretch? – Naberius asks, turning his back to you and taking off his uncomfortable long school clothes.

–No, I'm just afraid that I'll die of embarrassment.

The demon snorts before carefully tossing his outer clothing onto a chair.

–So why did you use curtains? – you are interested again.

Kalego sits down next to you on the floor before gently squeezing your hand with his. You felt his warm skin before you froze.

–I want you to take off your disguise.

You look at him as if he's the dumbest person in your life. Naberius looks back at you without emotion, but you can see his tail quivering slightly with impatience.

–Ar-re you crazy?! There are a lot of demons around here!

–And so I closed the curtains.

–This, of course, will help a lot.

–Do you think I would just put you in danger?

–It's impossible to tell from your face, – you involuntarily stroke his cheek, and the demon bends down to your hand, as if he were a dog. (And he's a dog).

–Maybe you can't see, – he says, not moving far away from your hand, – but this place, – he points his hand somewhere to the side, – is filled with my spells. No one but Shichiro can just walk into this room, and my colleagues are not the ones who want to fight me, – Robin-kun would refute that. – But since Shichiro went to the mountains to pet the sheep there, we have nothing to worry about.

You nod slowly, agreeing with the demon. Even if Balam-senpai enters the room, nothing will happen, since he already knows that I am a human. As a result, you give up by removing the ring. Any signs showing that you are a demon disappear. Naberius takes the jewelry, feeds it to his mana before putting the ring on his desk.

You stand up and Kalego freezes in front of you.

–If anyone finds out I'm human, – you finally say, – I'll bite your tail.

–Do you know what this action means for demons? – Kalego asks playfully, raising an eyebrow.

–I don't even want to know!

–And that's why you're the pervert of the two of us.

You start irritably poking him in the stomach, and the demon looks at you with an unreadable look. Suddenly he grabs your ear tips and you stop your actions.

–You have funny ears, – Naberius smiles, gently massaging your skin.

–Who would say! – you grab the sharp tips of Kalego's ears, unwittingly bringing the demon's face a little closer to your own, to which he rolls his eyes.

–There are more demons here, so it's your ears that look funny.

The two idiots continue to massage each other's ears, as if this is normal. Suddenly Naberius tilts slightly and your eyes widen. So he wants to speed up the process and move directly to marriage faster?!

You squeak softly, but you don't move away. Kalego moves his palms to your cheeks, his mouth with sharp teeth opens, but the demon cannot utter a word. He just leans closer and closer to you…

–Kalego-kun, look what a little charm I found in the mountains!

You and Naberius turn your heads towards the open door to see Balam, whose face reads pure horror. He gently puts the little furry creature on the floor before being behind you, pressing it to his chest and putting his hand forward in a protective gesture.

–Kalego-kun, I understand everything, but don't eat her! – in this situation, you can only accept the fact that a tall demon is holding you to him. – I do not know how it happened, but I assure you that it's not worth it!

Naberius sighs, you choke, Balam looks at his friend with a squint.

–Even though we are in dorms and have the same rank, I will fight you if you decide to eat her.

Silence reigns in the room for a couple of seconds, only a small sheep with three heads bleats softly.

–Now I understand why you're like this, – Kalego mutters, covering his face with his palm. The door creaks slowly before the room is completely isolated from the hallway again.

–I really appreciate your concern, Balam–senpai, – you croak in the meantime, – but you will strangle me like this!

The tall demon nods quickly and loosens his grip, but does not let you out of his embrace. However, you gently slap his hand before awkwardly slapping your cheeks.

–Kalego-kun knows that I am a human being, – you finally say. "A?.." – I accidentally revealed it to him during that festival…

–You mean that scar?.. – Balam looks at your shoulder. Then he turns his attention to his friend with indignation. – Did you bite her?!

–Her blood smelled too delicious, – it seems that Kalego is currently trying to completely hide behind his palm, but nothing is working out for him. He has already apologized to you after the first date, but every time the demon looks at your shoulder, he feels sick.

–I would ask you to describe it, but for the sake of the psyche (Y/N)-san I won't.

You exhale with relief. Still, you don't want to hear two of the strongest demons in the school discussing the taste of your blood. (The principal leaves school too often to buy things for his grandson, so it doesn't count).

So, after a long and awkward dialogue, Balam comes to the conclusion that his friend is really not going to eat you. The tall demon bird awkwardly rubs the back of his head before looking around the empty room and the curtained window. His cheeks turn red, Shichiro quickly picks up the tiny lamb before running away, wishing him luck.

–You definitely went into it, – Kalego said again as the door closed.

There was no question of any kisses now. You shake your head and let Naberius hug you. However, hugs quickly turn into a pose for classical dancing, and very quickly the demon who so gently held your cheeks with his hands turns into a stern mentor.

But you are allowed to go to sleep in his bed after a long evening of training! (More precisely, you just fell asleep on the chair when Kalego turned away). The demon then shook his head, picked you up and moved you to his bed. After turning off the light, he checked some tasks under the light of the lamp until he decided to lie down with you.

When you wake up in the morning, Naberius' arms are unobtrusively hugging you, and his tail is wrapped around your wrist.

*+*

You try to look away, but it's difficult because of Kalego's heavy gaze. The demon patiently waits for you to look into his eyes and repent, but you continue to stare at the cactus standing near the wall.

–Was that... the thirteenth time? – Naberius asks in the most affectionate voice he is capable of.

–Four... fourteenth.

–Yes, I'm sorry, I lost count of how many times you stepped on my foot!

–I just happened to! – you are sluggishly trying to justify yourself.

–We have been training for several days!

–I just don't have the motivation! – you scream at the ceiling before burying your face in the demon's chest. It smells of wet earth and cacti.

Kalego rolls his eyes, but presses you closer to him, one of his hands moves to your head, the other remains on your waist. You hear the slightly accelerated beating of the demon's heart and involuntarily smile. His clawed paw strokes your hair.

–What can motivate you? – Naberius finally asks, wondering why he thought it was all a good idea at all. But when you look up at him with a big smile, the demon understands everything.

–I want to sleep with you!

–(Y/N-N)! – the demon makes a sound like a growl of displeasure.

–Not in this sense! – you're yelling at the ceiling again. – I just like your bed! – you point to the furniture in the corner.

–All the teachers of the dormitory have such a bed.

–But yours is kind of... special, isn't it? – you get out of his arms, jump on the mattress and start stroking the bedspread. – Balam-senpai doesn't have as much fun lying down as you do. And it's also cool here.

You keep rolling around on the bed like a cat in a mint field while Kalego mentally dies. He wants to jump on you, hug you with all his limbs and not let go, but instead makes your body fly up and be next to his.

–Okay, I'll let you sleep at my place tonight if you don't step on my foot once at the next dance.

–Really? – your eyes are shining with anticipation. – Does that mean you're going to hug me all night?

Kalego wants to say something, but blushes, stammers and looks away from you. You giggle at his face, for which you then get a painful poke in the forehead. Naberius pulls you back to his chest, and you involuntarily blush before putting one hand on his shoulder and squeezing his other palm.

The music starts playing again, and you spin around with the demon on a small square drawn by magic on the floor of the room.

You involuntarily count the seconds until the end of the composition, continuing to focus desperately on the movement of your legs.

There is literally a second left before the music ends, and you are literally beaming with happiness. However, suddenly you feel that you have not put your foot on the floor, and look down sharply to see the Kalego shoe.

The music ends. You begin to roll to the floor in despair, but Naberius continues to hold you, so you just end up in his arms.

–I've just known despair, – you whisper, opening your arms and hugging the demon to somehow enjoy his warmth before he flies with you in his arms towards the director's house. And the wind is cold!..

Suddenly Kalego sighs and you are thrown on the bed. The demon starts undressing and you stutter. Naberius just rolls his eyes, calls you a pervert before he starts changing for bed.

You grab your ring from the nightstand and change your clothes. Quickly getting under the blanket before the demon changes his mind, you look out like a child waiting for a fairy tale. Kalego slowly lies down next to you on the blanket, stretching out his arm to put it on top of your body. You involuntarily move closer before you start pulling the blanket over yourself.

–What are you trying to do? – Naberius asks, without opening his eyes and not allowing you to take the thing from under him.

–I want us to sleep together under the same blanket!

–Do you really want to go straight to the "wedding"? – Kalego chuckles, his eyes moving under his eyelids.

–N-no! I just want to hug you better!

Naberius sighs before sitting up. You cover the demon with a blanket and snuggle up to his chest before closing your eyes. The Kalego tail wraps around your leg, the man himself puts his hand on you again before pressing his palm to your back.

When you wake up, you see Naberius drooling. You hurriedly grab your phone, but the demon's tail throws the gadget somewhere on the floor. Then Kalego in a dream hugs you harder and presses you back to his chest.

You can't escape. Don't even think about it.

*+*

–Damn kids and their crooked hands!

You sit on the bed and watch as Kalego tries to fix the burned thing. You are sitting with a textbook of "household magic" and looking for any spell that can help, but gradually the author begins to talk about cooking, and you realize that there is nothing else you can help.

–What idiot thought of practicing fire magic near the wardrobe?!

–You don't think it's Alice-kun, do you?..

–No, he just couldn't have made such a mistake. Hey, (Y/N), – Naberius looks at you, – I know you saw which of the children used magic. You should tell me right now.

–I won't give them up! – you are hiding from the demon with a book.

–That is, there were many more of them?!

–Violence will not help the case!

Kalego sighs, agreeing with you, although he mutters something about how a little pain won't hurt anyone. And while you're digesting his words, Naberius starts rolling the suit into a roll before throwing it away.

–Can't you buy a new one? – you ask, looking out from behind the book.

–The problem is that it will stand out a lot from the rest of the clothes. And if we try to look for older versions, we will have to spend a lot of money. I'm not going to spend money on the stupid ideas of the director.

–So there's nothing we can do? – you get up to comfort Kalego, but he just starts walking towards the door. – Uh, where are you going?

–I still have clothes in the clan house. It's not enchanted, so I can easily change its size.

–Are you going to go home? – you cover your face with a book again, but this time not to show your excitement.

–Yes. I guess I'll be back before tonight.…

–Take me with you! – you pull his sleeve weakly.

–Do you want my uncle to mock you, and my brother to try to evaluate your magical and marital potential?

–N-no! But, – you quickly continue, – I want to see where you grew up! In fact, I only go outside of school when I go on dates with you – your cheeks involuntarily turn a little pink.

Kalego looks at your face for a few seconds and then nods, giving up. You put the book back in its place, and then follow the demon into the garden.

Naberius summons wings before lifting you into his arms and taking off. You are already used to this feeling of flying, so you hug the demon by the neck, put your head on his shoulder and enjoy the views. During the flight, Kalego presses his cheek against your head several times, rubbing his skin against your hair.

So, after a while you are put on the ground. You almost fall from the sight of the Naberius clan mansion, but the demon holds you in place. Kalego grabs your wrist and drags you away before opening the tall metal doors with ease.

The demon stops for a second, listens to something before saying that no one is home. He leads you through the corridors to the second floor, allowing you to briefly, but still admire the tapestries, paintings and maps.

–I didn't know you are a rich boy. Such a big house ... – you whisper in amazement when Kalego stops to open some door with the help of magic.

–This is the legacy of my ancestors, so I don't have much to be proud of.

–But compared to flat, it's just a palace!

–What is... "flat"? – the demon turns to you.

–Growing up in such a big house does not understand this, – you just lightly hit him on the shoulder a couple of times.

Kalego just opens the door and the most boring private room you've ever seen opens up to you. Where's the mess?! Where are the things hanging on the chair? At least photos?! Everything is clean and tidy around. And although this is the room of the younger Naberius, who left the house unknown how many years ago, you are still disappointed. As if... as if the teenager Kalego somnem didn't have any interests.

You look around the bookcase while the demon is looking for something in the closet. As a result, he shakes his head and calls you by name. You immediately turn your head to him.

–As I thought, my things were moved to the forgotten hall. You can stay here or come with them with me.

–Uh, I don't really want to stay in a place where it's so quiet... shouldn't you at least have servants? Taking care of such a place alone is quite difficult.

–Battle mages don't need servants. We have magic. Cleaning in such a big place for many years perfectly increases the magical reserve, – the demon nods towards the door, waiting for you to come out. Then he locks the room.

You walk with Kalego through the corridors before exiting through the back door. You can see a pretty nice building ahead, and you can barely restrain yourself from hitting Naberius on the shoulder and saying that the last one to reach is rotten algae. (You hold back because you know that the demon will overtake you).

So, after another high metal door, you find yourself in a huge hall with high ceilings. Kalego cute sneezes from dust. While you are dying standing still, Naberius walks towards the boxes lying in the far corner.

–By the way, why is this place called the "forgotten hall"? That is… I can see the dust here perfectly well, but why did you abandon this place?

–Previously, the Naberius clan was closely connected with the aristocracy, we held balls here. Then there were fewer and fewer carriers of our blood, we distanced ourselves from social life, and this place began to be used as a warehouse, – saying all this, the demon took out some things from the boxes.

–But why don't you clean up here anyway? You have magic and everything.

–We decided to leave this job for our future children, – Kalego says in the most bored voice. You cough awkwardly, pretending to be afraid of dust.

So, Kalego finally finds his suit and rolls it into a roll, putting it in a bag. You propose to go back to school. But it is at the moment when your foot is outside the room with high ceilings and large windows, the rain begins to pour sharply so hard, as if someone knocked over a bucket of water upstairs.

You open your mouth to say something, but Kalego gently returns the lower jaw to the upper one. He turns you around a hundred and eighty degrees before saying that you may not even think about going somewhere.

–Can't you use magic to create a sort of barrier over us? – you ask, looking at the now seemingly rather boring hall.

–We won't be able to fly in this rain anyway. So you can explore every corner here. And if you get cold, – his cheeks turn slightly pink, – I'm always ready to cover you.

You already feel that you are freezing, so you jump into the arms of a demon. He carefully holds you in a cage from his hands for a while before taking off his outer clothing and placing it on you. Kalego, with a calm face, as if it had not suddenly become damn cold in the stone hall, goes to the boxes and continues to prowl there.

You jump from tile to tile before you start climbing to the high stage. Pushing aside the cloth, you find an old piano covered with dust. Sneezing, you unwittingly attract the attention of Kalego.

–Are there any musical instruments left there? – he asks in surprise, walking slowly towards you.

–Yes. Do you think it works?

–Try pressing the keys.

You obey, and Naberius winces in agony.

–It is not only not configured, but also broken.

–So I can't count on playing on it?

Kalego nods.

You're awkwardly marking time before you ask:

–Since we have time... why don't we repeat the dance?

–I thought you were tired of our rehearsals for this month, – Naberius looks at you with a slight playfulness.

–Yes, but... we're performing the day after tomorrow, and I don't want to let the kids down. And is it so difficult for you to dance with me?

–No. But do you remember under what conditions I will do it?

–Now you're definitely crazy! They'll see me!

–It's raining heavily outside, my brother is at work, my uncle is cooling off somewhere, and my parents have gone to visit relatives. And as I said, demons protect their property. I won't let anyone even lay a finger on you.

You stand there a little more awkwardly before walking to the edge of the stage and starting to get off. Kalego quickly reaches out to help you. Before the dance begins, the demon hugs you, simultaneously removing your ring and hiding it in his pocket.

Naberius hums a melody, leading you in a dance. The rain pouring outside the window responds to his melody and sings along.

For the first time, dancing... doesn't bother you. At some point, you completely forget that you are actually training and put your head on Kalego's shoulder. The noisy rain sings a wonderful lullaby, and soon the demon starts just swinging with you in one place, enjoying the warmth that your body gives.

At some point, you and he simultaneously move their heads and meet eyes. Naberius smiles at you with his rare and therefore special smile. You watch his wrinkles disappear when he looks into your eyes.

The rain continues to drum on the roof and roll down when the demon awkwardly bends down to press his nose against your nose. You giggle at his sudden embarrassment before standing on your toes and pressing your lips to his.

Kalego hugs you tighter before gently stroking your cheek, brushing against a non-pointed ear. His lips are a little cold from the temperature in the hall, and you hurry to warm them with your own. The kiss is soft and slow, but with every second you feel Naberius relaxing more and more.

When the demon slowly moves away from you, you begin to kiss his cold cheeks with a contented giggle before wrapping your hands around his face and pulling him back to you.

Kalego has never felt such warmth before. His heart had never ached in such a wonderful and pleasant way.

When you pull away from Naberius, it's no longer raining outside. You want to free yourself from hugs and go to a warm house to continue cuddling on the bed, but suddenly two large wings close you from the whole world. You want to ask what happened, why Kalego suddenly tensed up so abruptly and tries to put a ring on your finger as the door opens. A tall figure with long hair casts a shadow, a tired and surprised voice whispers:

–Younger brother?..

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–Holy Demon King! – you fall behind your desk, moaning. Putting your face on a tree, you involuntarily yawn and close your eyes.

–What happened? – one of your colleagues asks, leaning on the wooden surface and looking at you with a quiet chuckle.

–My legs are so sore after last night with Kalego-kun.

All the teachers in the room immediately fall silent, because the door opens and Naberius enters the room. The demon immediately distracts from his documents and looks at everyone with disbelief.

–Why are you all quiet?

–Ha, I didn't know you were one of those demons that could do this when you could be discovered at any moment, Kalego-kun.

–No wonder he has the whole room stitched with sound suppression spells!

–Oh, oh, I saw him closing his windows with curtains yesterday and a few days before that!

Several demons laugh, but Naberius frowns and does not understand anything.

Kalego comes up to you and pokes you in the forehead a couple of times. You raise your head and look at him questioningly.

–You, pervert, translate to me what our abnormal colleagues are saying.

–Ah?.. – you blink your eyes sleepily, not understanding what they want from you.

–Wow, and I thought that Kalego-kun would be like this!

–Damn, I lost you a twenty!

–What's going on here?!.

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