#SUDDENLY I’M SO GLAD I WENT INTO MY ROOM TO ROLL

[deargojou]

【 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 (𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘) 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐒𝐒 】

You felt a sharp smack on your ass as you stood at the kitchen counter making your morning coffee. Nearly sloshing your creamer all over the place, you turned and gave Gojo an exasperated look.

“Really?” you sighed.

He stood there, grinning unapologetically. “I can’t help it! Your butt is just so cute and round, like a little peach.” To emphasize his point, he gave your ass another hearty squeeze.

You rolled your eyes, unable to stop a small chuckle from escaping. Gojo had always found enjoyment when it came to grabbing your rear end. Ever since you started dating, he took immense joy in smacking, squeezing, or groping your ass at any given opportunity.

At first, it flustered and embarrassed you. But now, after nearly a year together, you were used to his playful antics.

Mostly, you found it endearing―when he wasn’t going overboard, that is.

After doctoring up your coffee, you crossed to the small kitchen table and sat down to enjoy your breakfast. Gojo’s long fingers immediately crept under the back of your chair, finding and pinching your ass. You jumped, nearly choking on your coffee.

“Satoru!” you scolded.

He laughed, clearly delighting in having caught you off guard. “Sorry, baby~ I just can’t resist! Your butt is so tempting.”

You fixed him with your best withering look, which only made him grin wider. With a dramatic sigh, you went back to sipping your coffee and reading the news on your phone.

After cleaning up from breakfast, you decided to be productive and tidy up the living room. You began dusting the shelves and surfaces, pointedly ignoring Gojo sitting on the couch behind you.

You were bent over wiping down the TV stand when you felt a sharp smack on your ass. You stood up swiftly, whirling around to face your snickering boyfriend.

“Satoru! Enough already!” you huffed.

“Sorry, I just couldn't stop myself,” he claimed innocently. “You were bent over right in front of me, it was too perfect to pass up.”

Despite your exasperation, you couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “You are terrible.”

Gojo grinned, completely unrepentant. He patted his knee in an invitation. “Come here and sit with me.”

You eyed him warily. “So you can grope my butt some more?”

“Maybe,” he smirked. Still, you found yourself settling onto his lap. His arms wrapped around you as you leaned into his chest.

“You know, I just love you so much, I can’t keep my hands off you,” Gojo murmured into your hair.

“Of course I know that. And I don’t really mind. Just maybe tone it down a little in public, please?”

Gojo let out a chuckle, “I’ll try, but no promises. Your butt is just too glorious not to be appreciated whenever possible.”

To emphasize his point, his hand drifted down to squeeze your ass again. You yelped in surprise, then dissolved into giggles.

After a lazy morning cuddling on the couch, you stood up and announced you were going to take a shower. As you walked away, you paused and looked over your shoulder.

“Don’t even think about it,” you warned, seeing him poised to strike.

He put his hands up innocently. “Wouldn’t dream of it, baby.”

You narrowed your eyes but continued to the bathroom. You took your time enjoying a long, hot shower, allowing the water to soothe away any tension. After toweling off, you slid into comfy housewear.

Walking back out into the living room toweling your hair dry, you didn’t see Gojo. You breathed a small sigh of relief, glad to have a reprieve from his antics.

You padded into the kitchen in search of a snack. Humming to yourself, you bent down to rifle through the fridge.

Suddenly, you felt two large hands squeeze your ass enthusiastically. You shrieked in surprise, bumping your head on the fridge shelf. Spinning around, you saw Gojo doubled over in laughter.

“Satoru! You scared me!” you scolded, though you were fighting back laughter yourself.

“I’m sorry! I couldn't resist with you bent over like that,” Gojo claimed between snickers.

You swatted his chest with the towel still in your hand. “That’s it, no more Ms. Nice Girlfriend. I’m going to get you back for this!”

“Oh, really? I’d like to see you try.”

You fixed him with your best menacing look. Though inside, you were turning over ideas for how to give him a taste of his own medicine.

The perfect opportunity arose that evening. You and Gojo were settling into bed after a lazy day spent lounging around the apartment. As you slid under the covers, a delightfully wicked idea came to you.

You rolled onto your side, turning your back to Gojo. After a few minutes, you felt the bed dip as he scooted closer to you. One of his arms wrapped around your waist in a spooning cuddle.

You held your breath, waiting for the opportune moment. When you felt his hand slide down to cup your bottom, you struck. In one swift movement, you whipped around and delivered a sharp smack to Gojo’s pajama-clad ass.

“Hey!” he yelped in surprise.

You collapsed into laughter at the shocked expression on his face. “Not so fun when you’re on the receiving end, is it?” you teased.

“I’ve created a monster!” His surprise morphed into an impressed grin. “But I have to admit, I liked it.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“Don’t get too excited. That was payback for earlier.” Settling back down, you added, “But maybe I’ll spank you again if you behave yourself.”

“Oh, kinky~” Gojo barked out a delighted laugh and pulled you close. “I knew I loved you for a reason.” He nuzzled into your neck, his earlier antics temporarily forgotten.

#ღೋ𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊. #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jjk gojo #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jjk gojo satoru #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #gojo scenario #gojo imagine #gojo fanfiction #gojo fic #gojo satoru x female reader

[ellastone-olsen]

Would it be possible if you could do a g!p wandanat x female reader with sex pollen?? Its okay if you cant, just an idea if you have nothing else to write🫣🤭

Blue glow - WandaNat

DO NOT COPY ANY OF MY WORKS. MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY

Summary: Curiosity and alien flowers work wonders.

Pairing: G!PWandaNat × fem!R

Warnings:NSWF,SMUT SMUT SMUT, handjob, blowjob, breeding kink, threesome, cockwarming, dirty talk, after care

DISCLAIMER: ENGLISH ISN’T MY FIRST LANGUAGE SORRY FOR GRAMMAR OR SPELLING MISTAKES

Word count: 1.7k

AN: hi anon! I’m glad to see my first request thank you! honestly, until that moment I didn’t know what sex pollen is and I had to turn to google lmao

"What is that?." You asked looking at the strange plant in the pot. "Have you decided to take up gardening? Tony, I thought you weren't old enough to act like my grandma." You stop laughing when the man looks at you sternly, apparently not appreciating the jokes about his age. “This, by the way, is a plant unknown to science (at least on Earth), which I personally grew from seeds strictly for research and not what you just said.” “Okay let’s say it’s like this, let me take a closer does it smell like something?” You also kept a couple of cacti in your room at the Avengers headquarters, which recently bloomed by the way. As soon as you stood up and approached to the pot, a man blocked your way. “Are you crazy, what did I just say? Don’t touch this thing, I don’t know if it’s poisonous or not.” You looked at him sternly and muttered under your breath so that he could also hear, “You said not to touch, not to smell.” The attempt failed.

late Friday evening. Everyone went to their rooms or left the headquarters altogether. There was silence everywhere, only the sounds of Wanda’s steps were heard somewhere in the corridor. The woman had almost reached her destination when she saw some kind of blue glow in the darkness, “What the fuck...”. She came closer and examined some kind of plant that vaguely resembled a flycatcher, but with more spherical “traps.” Then she suddenly remembered...

“Y/N, Natasha, come here let’s hurry up. Y/N, you told me about something in Tony’s office. Check it out, Natasha take a look too.” Apparently the witch was very impressed by the flower, because she excitedly pulled both of you by the hands towards the light source. And where did she get this passion for flora…

“Wanda, we were already getting ready to go to bed, what did you see there?” Nat suddenly fell silent, looking at the strange light. “Did you seriously drag me out of bed for this succulent or what is this?!” She clearly did not share the witch's interest. “Oh, you’re right, this is the flower I told you about. Tony takes such good care of it, and apparently it’s...bloomed? Let’s take a closer and look, it’s cool,” Nat rolled her eyes but followed you two. You raised your face to the flower, wanting to look at it, when suddenly... the ball of the bud opened releasing pollen into the air, apparently from which the light came.

There is absolutely everything around in this stuff, you can hear Natasha’s exclamations: “Don’t breathe in this, it can be poisonous. Damn it, I told you not to come here.” The three of you cough, covering your faces, and go out into the corridor, shaking yourself and each other from the remaining dust. “Now you make me need to take a shower again.” The woman grumbles something else while Wanda calms her down, you also want to answer, but suddenly this feeling comes.

If there was a mirror in front of you right now, you could appreciate how quickly your pupils are dilating, as if you were a drug addict on a high (technically you were), beads of sweat are rolling off your forehead and this pulsation between your legs is as if you were given a dose of an aphrodisiac multiplied by five times. Oh no this is definitely not normal, you need to tell Wanda and Natasha what is happening apparently because of this cute glowing flower. While you were in your thoughts you didn't notice how the swearing died down and both women also noticed the changes.

When you turned your head, you saw two women looking at you with hunger and tents in their pants. Your mouth watered at the sight of the obvious bulge on both of your girlfriends and you impatiently walked over to Wanda, clinging to her like a lifeline. "Oh God, I don't know what it is, but I need you both so bad." Natasha came up from behind, pressing her rock-hard dick to your ass, her arms wrapped around your waist and the redhead’s whisper was heard in your ear. "Oh don't worry baby you'll get what you want.Damn I'm going to die if I don't fill your pretty pussy at least twice. What do you think Wanda?"

You feel the soft material of the sheets as they throw you on the bed, watching as they take off their clothes and look at you as if you were their prey. Your own panties are already hopelessly ruined, lub flows down your thighs at the sight of your girlfriends.

You quickly take of your clothes after which Nat takes you in her arms, pressing a kiss on your lips, you feel her cock poking into your stomach and dripping with pre-cum. Wanda, meanwhile stands behind stroking her length at this spectacle. "Mmm..Nat please." You rock your hips to rub against her cock, but you are suddenly pulled to your feet and forced to your knees.

"No no, first you're going to take every inch of my dick into your mouth, baby." The tip of her cock pressed against your lips and you obediently open your mouth and shake your head along entire length. Wanda can’t just watch anymore and comes up to you, takes your hand and places it on her pulsating length. "Come on baby, jerk off Wanda you can't leave either of us needy. Damn Wanda her mouth feels so good around me. That's such a good cocksucker." You move your hand and rub your thumb over Wanda's sensitive red tip as she begins to rock into your hand. Tears well up in your eyes when Natasha grabs your hair and shuts your mouth. Wanda helps you jerk her off and grins, “What is it baby girl? Is Nat’s dick too big for you? You’re so beautiful, now I want to cum all over your face.”

Natasha began to shamelessly fuck your mouth, running after her orgasm, the head of her dick hitting the back wall of your throat every time. "That's itmbaby, I'm going to cum in your beautiful fucking mouth and you'll swallow every drop. Wanda, are you close? Cum with me." Your hand was thrown away so that Wanda could jerk herself off, cumming all over your face, ropes of Natasha's cum hit your throat and you breathed through your nose as you swallowed every drop as you were told.

You took a deep breath as the redhead pulled out of your mouth and wiped Wanda's release off your face. When you were lifted from the floor, a small puddle of your arousal remained on it, your legs did not obey and your knees were red. You were already dripping and the pitiful whining and pleas left your mouth without hindrance. “Please it hurts so much, I need you to fuck me so bad.”

"What do you think Wanda, I think she deserves to have you fill her pussy." The witch got off with a simple nod as her two strong hands forced you onto all fours on the bed, allowing her to position herself behind you so she could start pounding into you without warning. "God Nat, her pussy was made for my cock, so greedy and tight. You need to see how well she takes me." Nat, meanwhile, spat on her hand for extra lub and stroked her red sensitive tip, appreciating how good the two of you looked. The long-awaited feeling of filling and Wanda’s quick thrusts drove you crazy, you put your hand under you, stimulating your swollen clit. "Yes yes thank you thank you so good fuck I'm gonna cum can I cum?" You know that with the tip of Wanda’s cock deliciously hitting that nice spot inside you, you wouldn’t last long, and having received approval, a minute later the orgasm hit you with incredible force. "Oh yes Y/N you squeeze my cock so well. Oh my God, cum for me like that, cum all over my length." The witch praised you.

You were turned over again and your back touched the cool sheets. Wanda pounding into you hearing a cute whine from your mouth, "Too sensitive. It's too much." "Oh baby girl you can take it. I need to filled this tight pussy so badly. You want my cum inside don't you? Do you love this cock?" "Yes yes I love so fucking much!". Natasha continued to jerk herself off when a cute little idea popped into her head that she only bothered to tell the witch about. The women looked at each other and Wanda nodded in approval of the plan.

The witch's thrusts became faster and she exploded, releasing her load inside you. “Oh yeah baby fuck take all my cum!” The feeling of fullness and how good it was, was the only thing you could think about. Wanda, meanwhile, pulled out of you, giving way to the redhead. Natasha turned you around, taking you by the hips and jerking off her cock, she stuck only the tip inside you, filling you even more. "Oh fuck fuck I'm so full fuck Natasha!" “That’s it my little greedy girl, I know you love it when I fill you up .” The only sounds in the room were heavy sighs and Nat's little whining as she pulled out and looked at the beautiful picture in front of her.

You were lying on your shared bed, Wanda took napkins from the nightstand and carefully wiped all the liquids from your thighs, kissing you and telling you how good you are and how much she loves you. When the witch finished, Natasha threw a robe over your naked body, picked you up, kissing your cheeks and carried you to the bathroom so they could both take care of you the way you truly deserve.

Sitting in a hot bubble bath, you asked, “How do we tell Tony about the pollen effect of his science experiment?”

#natasha x reader #wanda fanfic #wanda maximoff x reader #wandanat #wanda maximoff imagine #natasha romanoff #natasha x you #wanda x you #wandanat x reader #natasha x y/n #natasha romanoff x reader

[slashersidewhore]

Stu Macher! Telling his s/o he’s a Ghostface

Stu Macher! x f!reader

Requested? Yes

Warnings: established relationship, minor angst if you squint, Stu being unserious, Stu being kinda scary, silly guy moments, very brief allusions of being horny for ghostface, fluffy shit, reader is a little unhinged! (And that’s okay <3)

“Keeping your window unlocked isn’t safe.” A voice from behind you, a hand lifting the headphone from your right ear before letting it snap back down. Nearly toppling back in your chair, a hearty, familiar chuckle came from the stranger that had seemingly snuck into your room, the same stranger clasping a firm, rough palmed hand over your mouth as you went to let out a surprised yelp.

“I wouldn’t want the neighbors to hear and call the police,” Stu slid into view, that silly smile that was normally plastered on his face making an appearance. Heart calming down from the initial shock, you let your boyfriend swivel your chair towards him, releasing your face to plant himself on each arm rest, leaning into your face, “Your parents car isn’t in the driveway.”

“Jesus Stu, you scared the shit out of me! I thought you were one of those killers,” Your boyfriend only giggled like he was a school girl getting scolded, which honestly, it kinda like he was. Goofily slumping his shoulders over, the man grabbed one of your forearms to pull you from your desks chair, heaving you into his firm chest before back stepping with you stumbling between his legs, “I’m serious, you couldn’t knock?”

“Baby, gorgeous, love of my life. I did like 5 times, you didn’t hear it over all the Metallica.” Frown slipping into a silly grin, you mumbled something about, ‘good study music’, before you were being thrust down onto your bed, back hitting your fluffy, white comforter. Stu adjusted you as if he was about to tickle you, before plopping down beside you.

“So your parents aren’t home and you didn’t invite me over, I knew it was too good to be true.” He sighed dramatically, peace long forgotten as he flipped his arms under his head, black hoodie lifting to reveal his slight midriff and boxer line.

“What are you even talking about-,” Before the sentence even finished leaving your lips the lumbering behemoth was tugging at you, pulling the curve of your waist to anchor you into his body and the warmth it emanated.

“Us, baby! I knew we were too perfect for one another and a betrayal was bound to happen.” You could tell by the slight pinch to his tone that he was joking, your eyes rolling so far back you worried it would remain. Playfully shoving his chest, you gathered your weight to the right before tossing one leg over Stu’s clothed waist, smiling as the man below you caught each of your hands in his, fingers intertwining.

“I think you’re full of shit,” You taunt, tongue sticking out as your body shook from the laughter below you, stomach filling with butteries as the sight below you was utterly adorable. Who knew such a man-child with no filter and a bad habit of bullying his friends could be such a cutie? Suddenly you were glad your parents had planned a date night, imagining them walking in to see this wasn’t a pleasant idea, no matter how innocent it was, “If anyone were to be betrayed, it would so be me. Have you met yourself?”

The silence immediately enveloping the room was deafening, in fact it was so abrupt that the smile on your face was wiped clean off. Had you said something wrong? He must’ve known you were just joking, that’s how it always was between the two of you. Teasing retorts and snappy comebacks. Gazing down at your boyfriend, it was almost eerie the way he watched you back, as if he was thinking something he wouldn’t even confess too after being put behind bars. You couldn’t tell if he was even still with you, the glaze in his expression akin to looking into the eyes of a wild animal, carefully coordinating its attack, “I have something to tell you.”

It was your turn to freeze, and although you were quite literally still on top of him, Stu felt miles away with the tone he used. He seemed almost, nervous? It wasn’t like him to be like this, and it made your face heat uncomfortably. What was so awful to tell you that it made him appear as a deer in headlights?

“Okay? So tell me,” You mumbled, and although it was quiet it was loud enough for Stu to perk at your response as his eyes fluttered shut, swallowing what seemed to be a lump in his throat before his eyes once again were on you, hands, while starting to sweat, kept their hold on yours, “Babe, you’re starting to freak me out.”

“Yeah well, promise you won’t run screaming?” Now that was a line to hear, what could he possibly be talking about? You didn’t even know how to respond to that, only nodding slowly as you tried to steady your breathing, it couldn’t be that bad, right?

“You know those murders, the really brutal ones going on around town, getting our classmates?” There was that edge to his tone again, almost like he once before, was holding back a laugh. The thought alone made your pulse race.

“Yeah?” The unease in your voice surprised yourself, wanting to sound sure and in control of the moment. Eyes slipping from your boyfriends, you let out a noise of shock when a knee from below and behind bumped against your ass, jostling you in Stu’s lap and effectively locking your eyes back to his. Where the tension had come from? You didn’t know, although it was thick enough to bite and pull a chunk off, heavy in the air.

“It was me. Well, part of them.” The causal demeanor he held felt like a gut punch, racing your mind clockwise to catch up with what he said as it chased around your thoughts. Breath stolen for a second, your throat tightened as did your thighs, lightly squeezing Stu’s midsection.

“Say something.” You didn’t think words would suffice the way you felt, his small demand unreachable as you gasped for anything to say, willing yourself to at least muster something.

“You’re the killer.” He shrugged like it was Wednesday and he’d just read you the lunches menu, like it was lukewarm spaghetti from a box and not a police file somewhere plastered with photos of dead bodies.

“One of them.” Another pause for breath, agonizing stare from below you didn’t fight or bother to look away from. He’d most likely just force you back. He was reading you, softly scanning your features for any sign of distress, and if that small, subtle gesture didn’t go unnoticed you didn’t know what would. You saw everything in Stu, you could analyze him in seconds and he did same with you. It was scary how well the two of you matched, which is why you were confused as to why you had missed all the clear signs of this. Stu wasn’t an idiot, he wasn’t parading around showing off the murders, so why would he tell you? Just to make you another victim? No, the softness, while barely visible, in his features told you otherwise. Maybe that was the same reason you felt the gradual heat from your burning lungs begin seeping downward.

“That’s hot.” Final. Just like the last look on your boyfriends face before he burst into laughter, cheeks fading pink from the exertion and dropping your hands to wipe at his forming tears.

“You’re so fucked up!” He sung, howling as you grew hot, hands finding their way to grab the front of his hoodie. You were practically on a bull ride from how hard this man was giggling beneath you, his vibrations tickling the undersides of your thighs.

“And you’re killing people!” You mocked, biting your lip to hold back your own chuckle when he only doubled down, hands falling to your hips to keep you in place.

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing! Touchy touchy,” He grumbled, although it was clearly a facade through the Cheshire grin on his pretty face, sitting up with you in his arms before practically body slamming you to the side, knees between your thighs. You could purr at the way he nuzzled into your neck, humming with satisfaction at all the events that had transpired, “Next time you better lock your window though, I’m serious.”

Lemme know if y’all want a Billy Loomis version, this was fun to write

To OG requester, I hope what I wrote sufficed for what you asked! <3

#slasher #slasher x reader #slashers #slashers x reader #stu matcher imagine #stu macher x reader #stu macher x you #stu macher x y/n #stu macher #ghost face #ghostface #ghost face x reader #ghostface x reader #slasher imagines #slasher fandom #slasher fanfiction #ghostface fanfiction #scream #scream 1 #scream 1996

[popquizhot-shot]

Feel free to ignore this, but I saw you want Miguel requests soooo.

Platonic Miguel x teen spider reader. Preferably gn. And like, he sees his daughter in the reader or smth, idk how to explain it, but I think it would be cute to see it

ONGOSH THANK YOU I absolutely love this<33 I wrote this on my phone but Im honestly so hyped up I love father figure!miguel. I hope you don’t mind but I’m doing this in the form of headcanons.

Miguel O’Hara x teen!spider!Reader

-okay so your obviously one of the only people Miguel loves tolerates.

-your universe isn’t “home” to you, Miguel is. He’s like the father you never had and at first, the both of you absolutely detested one and other. In fact, Jessica was the one who convinced him to recruit you, way before Gwen or even Peter came into the picture.

-at first, he was stand-offish and a total dickhead to you, but slowly warmed up and began to humour you. He’d smirk at your horrible jokes and pretend to roll his eyes when you teased him.

-in fact, when you first laughed your ass off at one of his remarks, something in him knew that he’d do anything to protect you.

-he already lost one daughter, he wasn’t losing you.

-In all honesty, your relationship is very similar to Joel and Ellie from the Last of Us.

-you have inside jokes that even Lyla doesn’t understand, and she’s an AI.

-It takes all his strength to not snort when you make faces behind someone’s back, he knows you do it to make him laugh.

-he gives you tips on how to take care of yourself.

-a whole bottle of baby powder suddenly appears in your room in spider society. He says he knows nothing.

-lyla shows you the camera footage of him placing it on your bedside table.

-he’s close to tears when you specially make him empanadas. He’d been in a bad mood and when he went to his desk, there was a plate of empanadas with a post it note from you.

- “dont waste them I spent like two hoursmaking them for you”

-he scarfs them down of course.

-like all fathers, he can be strict sometimes, especially because you’re a kid. He doesn’t want you getting hurt. If you’re hurt he helps patch you up himself.

-“you fucking crazy? What were you thinking, trying to catch a car instead of dodging it?”

-your arguments are shushed by him shoving a spoon of soup into your mouth.

-“don’t waste it.” He says, “I spent some time making it while you were asleep.”

-he can’t pinpoint an exact moment from when he started seeing you as his daughter, but it’s probably from the time he got super protective around hobie.

-ain’t no kid coming near his daughter.

-almost snarls when hobie jokingly flirts with you.

-he subtly pushes hobie away when the guy walks behind you.

-you’re the only person other than lyla who can snark him and get away with it without an insult being jabbed at you.

-he’s hugged you a total of two times.

-the first was when you almost died, the second was when he almost died and you freaked out.

-you’d already lost your family, you could not lose him too.

“Miguel, get up.” You tearfully say to his sleeping form, “I can’t do this without you.”

-when he’d stirred, the first thing he saw was your shocked face and then you tackled him.

-he loves you. Like, a whole lot.

-he smiles at you when you walk around in his office, rambling about random stuff. He’s glad that you’re comfortable enough around him to stop masking your personality.

-his jokes are LAME. Like dad jokes are his jam and they’re just so bad.

-“why do sharks live in salt water? because pepper water makes them sneeze.” “Miguel PLEASE-”

-did I mention he’d probably die for you? Like fuck the universe(s) he’s not losing his baby daughter again.

-OOO IMAGINE THE BOTH OF YOU AS DRACULA AND MAVIS

-it’s weird but it’s funny.

-Gwen loses her shit when she sees you sitting next to him with your head on his shoulder.

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #atsv #atsv x Reader #miguel o'hara x reader

[stars4gojo]

Invisible string

Dad!Gojo x Fem!reader // Young Megumi and Tsumiki mentioned at the end // fluff angst if you squint, found family trope // 1k words

(Not proofread pls don’t kill me for any spelling or grammar mistakes)

Megumi is yet again in another fight but refuses to open up about this one leaving you and Gojo confused and worried

One single thread of gold tied me to you

More of my work 🤍

You’re sitting in the teachers lounge at Jujutsu high alongside Shoko, who’s drinking her daily dose of caffeine while you go through your paperwork.

You pay no mind when Gojo flops on the couch next to you whining loudly to grab your attention. 

You ignore it the first time, you let it slide the second but now it’s the third time and you’re slowly losing your patience.

“You’re just really gonna leave me hanging like this?” Gojo asks raising his blindfold from one eye so he can see you clearly. 

You let out a deep sigh as you turn towards him giving him a deadpanned look. 

“I’m busy right now Satoru.” You replied as you went back to finishing up paperwork. 

“Too busy for me? Your strong, beautiful, handsome boyfriend?” Gojo asked and you could almost hear the pout forming on his lips. 

Shoko let out a little chuckle, “You sure he’s good mopping around like that?” She asked in amusement.

“Let him be, he’s probably gonna complain about Megumi again.” You replied as if you were used to his antics.

“Megumi..?” Shoko questioned as she pondered to herself you just shook your head in response with a smile tugging on your lips at your friend’s forgetfulness. 

“Ah! The Zenin child?” Shoko asked as she snapped her fingers and you only hummed in response.

“So Gojo what about the Zenin?” Shoko asked now turning her attention towards your sulky man child. 

“Well I’m glad you asked Shoko, unlike some people here.” Gojo replied, suddenly energetic - putting emphasis on the word some. 

“He has a great technique and potential but he’s just, so ugh what’s the word for it..” Gojo started as he thought about his word choices.

“Satoru if you’re here to complain to us about how you’re getting bullied by a 7 year old we don’t wanna hear about it.” You replied while a little chuckle escaped your mouth.

Gojo squinted his eyes at you as he continued, “Well you wouldn’t know how it feels! Cause as soon as you’re there he’s all rainbows and unicorns and suddenly wants to eat all of his vegetables and wants to brush his teeth on time.” He rolled his eyes.

You got up from your seat making way to the couch, holding his face in your hands.

“I’m sorry Toru.” You said as his eyes lit up. “Is there anything I can help with?” You added.

“You two make me sick” Shoko spoke under her breath as she got up making her way out of the room. 

“Megumi got in a fight again in school and he’s refusing to do any training today.” Gojo said with a sigh.

“He got into another WHAT?” Satoru i told you to contact me when this happens. Did you get called into school? God please help me if you told him to use cursed energy when he gets into fight again because I will NOT be holding back.” You spoke fast, clearly distressed.

“Relax y/n I spoke to the teacher and I did not tell him to tuck his thumb this time or use cursed energy.” He said and you could only sign in relief. 

“It’s just that he…he’s not sharing why he fought in the first place.” Gojo started speaking as his eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.

“Well usually, he says that they were bullies but this time his mouth his shut couldn’t even get him to open up during a froyo session.” Gojo added.

“So please just talk to him? You always seem to know what to say and he likes you more anyways.” Gojo asked and your heart melted a little at his sincerity. 

“Ok, I’ll pick him up from school tomorrow and I’ll speak to him. You don’t worry about it you big baby.” You replied as you pinched his cheeks. 

So, this is how you found yourself picking up Megumi from school and he was more than shocked to see you waving at exactly pickup time - Gojo almost always runs late or sends Ijichi to pick him up instead.

“Hi Megumi how was school.” You asked as he buckled his seatbelt.

“You’re not at work today?” Megumi asked as he put his eyebrows up in question.

“Well I wanted to talk to you Megumi, why’d you get into a fight yesterday hm?” You asked softly, being extra cautious.

“I told him not to tell you, I knew you’d be mad.” Megumi huffed out.

“Mad? Gumi I’m not mad at all i just wanna know why it happened so I can help you.” You replied looking at him through the rear-view mirror. 

“Well they were saying mean things.” He huffed again folding his arms to his chest. 

“Were they saying mean things to someone else? Or was it about you Megumi? You need to tell me so I can help you.” You asked gently.

“It was nothing you need to worry about.” Megumi harshly spoke back and you could only frown in response.

“I won’t be mad.” You added.

“They said mean things about me.” He replied after a minute of silence.

“What did they say Megumi?” You asked again.

“They said I don’t have a real dad or mom and that their moms tell them to not hang out with me cause you and Gojo are weird.” He said avoiding eye contact, embarrassed about getting worked up over something like this.

You gave him a tight lipped smile in response, not knowing where to start.

“You don’t have say anything I don’t have a mom or dad but it’s okay cause I’ve got you guys.” He said, almost murmuring as a light blush formed on his already rosy cheeks.

“You’re right Megumi, you don’t have a mom or dad but you have me and Gojo. You know we love you and Tsumiki a lot so next time someone says anything about you or our family you go straight to a teacher or tell me or Gojo and we will figure it out hm?” You asked turning around for a second to give him a reassuring smile as he nodded in response.

“Right, you do know that you owe Satoru an apology for yesterday? Skipping out on lessons and being mean to him.” You questioned while raising one eyebrow.

“Yeah yeah I’ll do that.” He spoke putting his head down in shame as you could only giggle.

To be fair those parents were not wrong, Gojo definitely gave everyone the wrong impression from his immature humour and Megumi’s dad did walk out on him but, that’s okay because your little, slightly dysfunctional family is now his home and forever. 

#gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo saturo #jjk gojo #jjk fluff #jjk headcanons #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #megumi fushiguro #megumi x reader #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen icons #jujutsu kaisen incorrect quotes #jjk imagines #jjk scenarios #gojo scenario #gojo imagine #gojo icons

[miss---lu]

Alpine

You and Bucky had both been having baby fever. Well to be honest fur baby fever. And so here you and Bucky were, going to the animal shelter.

It was loud and smelled a lot like wet dog, but there was a certain charm about the place. Bucky held your hand in his soft, human one. He gently pulled you along as you walked to the front desk.

The lady at front was sweet and gently pointed you two in the cat direction. (Bucky had had a pet cat when he was little and wanted another kitty.)

The lady chuckled softly as she saw bucky’s eager steps. You squeezed his hand playfully.

“You’re like a kid in a candy store James”

He just playfully rolled his eyes. “I’m just so excited. We get to be cat parents!”

His enthusiasm made you giggle. It was contagious and soon you felt your smile widen.

Bucky pushed open the door and immediately squatted down to look at the cats roaming around. There were several all ranging in size and color.

A light orange cat walked straight past Bucky to the water dish making him laugh. He looked like he was in heaven.

Bucky sat on the ground and began to lightly pet any of the cats that came up to him. Several seemed fascinated with his metal arm.

You laughed as a few cats tried to gnaw on his metal fingers and went to explore the floor.

You began smiling as you saw all the cats interacting with each other.

“Excuse me”

You jumped startled by the noise. The lady from before stood behind you a calm smile on her face.

You blushed and smiled “yes?”

“Is there a specific cat you and your husband are looking for?”

You glanced around the room “my husband has his heart set on a white cat. He had a little kitten when he was a boy and he was solid white.”

The lady’s smile faltered slightly. “Well we do have one. But most people pass her up. She’s been here for a year”

She motioned for you to follow her to the corner. Asleep against the wall was a fluffy white cat. She was beautiful and you couldn’t fathom why anyone wouldn’t want her.

And then you saw it.

You dropped to the floor, squatting next to her as you gasped. “Bucky!”

Bucky’s head perked up at his name. He seemed confused but quickly made his way over to you.

He looked down at the cat and you saw his heart visibly melt when saw.

She only had three legs.

The little cat opened her eyes. They were so pretty and she looked so calm. You gently reached a hand out towards her and held it for her to smell.

She sniffed it and then gave your finger a single lick. You were already in love. And so was Bucky.

He kept looking at her missing back leg. He gently reached out with his metal arm and ran a finger over her hip. She purred slightly.

Bucky smiled. “I think we found our baby”

You giggled “she’s just like daddy.”

Bucky laughed at that. Suddenly his eyes lit up. “We can get matching prosthetics!”

You giggled and the worker laughed. “I’m glad she’ll finally get a happy home”

You turned to her and whispered, careful to not spook the cat. “What’s her name”

“This is alpine”

#bucky barnes #marvel x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #marvel #alpine #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky buchanan barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky and alpine #alpine cat #cat #pet cat #cat dad #cat dad!bucky Barnes

[literaila]

what does reader think of all the students at jujutsu tech ? is she like a proud mum when she meets yuji and nobara and is like "my son made friends" ? does megumi come home kn the weekends ? are they all sad when he officially starts there ?

trust that reader is everyone’s mom figure. she is the only person with any common sense, the most sane out of them all. if there’s a question that needs to be answered, reader should be the first person anyone goes to (someone might say otherwise but still)

satoru might say that you need to be a little “crazy” to be a jujutsu sorcerer, but you think he’s just projecting.

and you tell him this when you’re discussing megumi, talking about him living away from home—because jujutsu is immersive. it’s something you’re supposed to devote your lives to and you know this.

you do. really.

i mean, you lived there. you went to class with other sorcerers—satoru—and you know that you can’t half ass a career in jujutsu. you know.

but still, you can’t help but lay in bed with satoru and talk about megumi and ask him “does he really have to live there?” you’ll stare at satoru’s face. his half vacant eyes, tired from a day of work and all three of you. “he could come home at night and eat dinner. he could drive over with us.”

“what would the other first years say?”

“they wouldn’t have to know.”

you know you sound a bit naive. like a kid. but, honestly, didn’t satoru fall in love with you when you were one. why should it matter to either of you?

“what do you think nanami and haibara would’ve thought if you went home every night when you came to school?”

you give him a look, half joking. in no world would that have even been possible for you.

“okay,” he rolls his eyes. “what do you think suguru would’ve thought about me? if i went home every night to the gojo clan? or shoko?”

“they both made fun of you anyway.”

“megumi wants to go,” satoru reminds you like you don’t already know it. “do you want him to feel separated from his classmates?”

“stop,” you tell him, groaning into the side of his head. his hair smells like gumdrops and plums.

“i’m just saying,” satoru kisses behind your ear, his go-to method of distraction. “he’s a man.”

“he’s not.”

satoru shakes his head against yours, not saying anything.

“he’s not. you’re not even a man.”

the boy in question grins like this is what he was waiting for you to say. “and i still lived in the dorms, a building away from you.”

you sit up suddenly, thinking. “what if megumi falls in love with a classmate?”

satoru laughs.

“no, i’m serious—“

still, when megumi moves into his dorm room, you don’t even attempt to dissuade him. he seems… as giddy as he can get, carrying his boxes around campus like he didn’t spend half his childhood following you or satoru around.

you’re immensely glad that you agreed to work there with him in this moment. satoru says he has no idea when the other first years will show up—as per usual—and you don’t want megumi to be alone for long.

so it’s fortunate that satoru can introduce him to the now second years, and you can stand along slide megumi all the while, grinning at your pupils and nudging megumi to be polite.

you don’t get to watch satoru smile at your overprotective tendencies or proud-motherly instincts. he finds it… slightly adorable (and insanely attractive) to watch you fuss over your son like he’s a tiny little doll you can dress up.

and really, you’re just glad that megumi isn’t afraid of all of this like you were. that he had someone—two people—to show him the reins. that satoru is going to be there beside him the whole time, you just a classroom away.

yeah, you think, for just once, it’ll all be fine.

and then you get to hear all about satoru’s teaching methods from your new students (which ensues a whole… months worth of arguments).

#hehehe #thinking about reader watching over megumi from the sidelines #fawning over him when he starts to get close to yuuji #comforting him when the inevitable happens #and then beating satoru up when he tells her— #ah #good times #(all the second years love her and seriously question her sanity) #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo x you #a typical family

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Queen of Hell

Dean Winchester x little sister!reader, Sam Winchester x little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: Sam and Dean try to get you out of hell, but they learn things about you they didn’t expect

Warnings: slight mentions of death? Hell, Crowley (he needs his own warning)

“Do you think this is gonna work?” Sam rubbed his hand over his face, sighing in exhaustion.

“It has to,” Dean growled as he finished his devil’s trap.

“Why?” Sam asked.

“Because I don’t know what I’m gonna do if it doesn’t.”

…

“Wha-“ Crowley gritted his teeth when he laid eyes on Sam and Dean. “Well, hello boys. To what do I owe this…” he looked down at the devil’s trap under his feet. “Pleasure?”

“Our sister,” Sam struggled to keep his voice calm now that he was in sight of the one responsible for your current position in hell.

“It’s about time,” Crowley glared at them. “Please tell me you have a plan to raise her.”

“You…what?” Dean stepped closer to Crowley.

“I want her gone, but I can’t just raise her, we have rules. It has to be a deal.” Crowley rolled his eyes. “Red tape, you know?”

“You want her gone?” Sam didn’t sound convinced.

“You’re the one who put her in there!” Dean reminded him.

“Yes, well, everyone makes mistakes.”

“I don’t understand,” Sam admitted, “Why do you want her to come back to us?”

“She’s a holy terror!” Crowley’s sudden outburst surprised the brothers. “She’s wreaking absolute havoc on the place, and some of my demons are enjoying so much that they’re joining her!” Crowley’s voice suddenly dropped, and he hesitated, as though embarrassed. “She…she’s trying to take over hell.”

“She’s what?” Dean scoffed. “Crowley, what is this really about?”

“You think I’d lie about something like this? You’ve gotta get her out, boys.”

“She’s just a kid,” Sam shook his head. “And a sweet kid at that, you expect us to beli-“

“A sweet kid? What, you think she’s just your innocent little baby sister?” Crowley rolled his eyes. “I don’t know how she acts around you boys, but she’s given hell nothing but trouble since she got there. Now get her out.”

Dean sighed, unsure what to believe but glad to have strung some kind of alliance with Crowley.

“Alright, but we’ll need your help.”

…

“Dean!” You ran to your oldest brother, throwing your arms around him, and he held you for the first time in months.

“Hey baby,” he grinned, “welcome back.”

You pulled away enough to look around, and you grinned when you saw Sam just behind him.

“Sam,” he pulled you into a tight hug that you reciprocated, only pulling back when you noticed the other presence in the room.

“Crowley.”

“Hello, rugrat.”

“That’s not a very nice thing to call your queen,” you grinned at the demon.

“You are most certainly not my queen,” Crowley glowered at you.

“Wait, so it’s true?” Dean turned to you. “You tried to take over hell?”

“Tried to?” You laughed. “Is that what Crowley said?” You turned from Crowley to Dean, and smiled at him. “Yeah, I ‘tried to’. Was doing pretty great, too, I had almost as many supporters as Crowley.”

“You wish,” Crowley scoffed, but the scowl on his face was self explanatory.

“Why?” Sam asked. “What were you trying to do in there?”

“It was all I could think to do,” your confident smirk was gone, and your voice became quiet, reserved.

“I don’t understand,” Sam admitted.

You cleared your throat and glared at Crowley.

“Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”

He rolled his eyes, “See you around, boys,” he turned to glare at you. “And I better never see you in hell again.” And he was gone.

“I was trying to get back,” you turned your attention back on your older brothers, now that Crowley was gone. “Trying to win favor with some demons was the only thing I could do, but I guess I went a little overboard,” you gave a wry smile. “Some of them started following me, like really following me, and I figured the best way to get out of hell would be to…I don’t know, be in charge of it.”

“You’re crazy,” Dean shook his head. “And a genius.”

You let him pull you into his arms again, relaxing in his embrace.

“I would do anything to get back to you guys.”

Sam put his hand on your shoulder.

“We tried to get you back, we never stopped.”

“I know,” you smiled. “Hey, it worked.”

“Yeah, and we’re never going to let that happen again,” Dean promised.

“I don’t think we have to worry about that,” you laughed softly. “Crowley’s never gonna let me into hell again.”

#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean and sam #dean winchester x you #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #supernatural dean #the winchesters #crowley #spn crowley #spn fanfic #winchesters x reader #winchesters x sister #dean x sister #dean #sam and dean #dean x you #dean x reader #winchester #winchester x reader #spn sam winchester #the winchester brothers

[huggybearhughes43]

Call me?

John Marino x Fem!reader

Summary- John is away for a hockey game against the canes and all he wants to do when he gets back to his hotel room is to call you, his best friend.

Warnings- smut, phone sex, masturbation (m), dirty names, Johnnys sharing a room with someone (😇), itty bitty daddy kink

Words- 1.1k

John had been so busy with his schedule with the NJ Devils that he almost never had time to spend with me. Us two had been best friends since High school then Harvard and were pretty much inseparable since then. Even his twin brother, Paul, considered me family. Today was no different for his lack of time for me. He traveled to Raleigh, North Carolina for a game against the canes. Growing up, I always watched the Canes because that was my family's team but now that I’m so close with John, Itend to only watch the teams that he’s currently on. First the Oilers, then Penguins, and now the Devils. 

Even though I am seven hours away from him at the moment I still turned the game on the tv and watched for John. The game was insanely tight and nerve wracking, going into overtime still 0-0, I knew John would be upset. What made it even worse was the winning goal, the winning goal that the opposing team got. The buzzer going off and sirens going off to let everyone know that the Canes won. I sigh softly and turn off the tv. I pick up my phone and text John to call me when he’s back at the hotel.

I go about my night, laying down for bed, scrolling through my phone in the darkness as I wait for my best friend to call me. I turn on a movie and in about fifteen minutes I hear my phone ring softly. I pause the tv and pick up my phone, my face being softly illuminated by the tv. John looked as if he had just gotten out of the shower, presumably in the bathroom with water dripping out of his curly hair. 

I spoke up first, already knowing how he felt about the game. “Johnny” I smile softly, “I watched the game. You played so well.”. He laughs and shakes his hair then runs his hand through it. He sits his phone on the counter and I become aware that he’s shirtless and just has a towel around his waist. I’m suddenly so glad my face is barely lit up, I knew he couldn't see my face change to a softer red color. “Didn’t play good enough.” he sighs then looks in the mirror, looking disappointed but then he looks at the phone and grabs it, walking out of the bathroom. 

“How was your day, y/n?” he asks in a hush whisper. His face could no longer be seen on facetime, only a dark screen. I just assumed the player he was bunnking with had already gone to bed and he didn’t want to disturb them. I smile softly and start off from the beginning, like John always told me to do. He always wanted to know every detail, boring, exciting, he always wanted to know if I met anyone new or if I saw a pretty sunset. He especially loved hearing about my days when he was away for a game.

“Nothing much, same old same old.” I start off, “I got coffee this morning then went straight to work…” I think for a moment. “Kinley”, my work best friend, “introduced me to her new boyfriend. He was okay I guess, she’s had worse. I got off of work early and went out to eat with my mom at this fancy restaurant down by the coastline.” I smile at the memory, “It was freezing.” I trail off. “I ate those leftovers for dinner and I watched the first two Twilight movies… I’m on the third one now.” I laugh softly. I realize that Johnny has gone quiet but he’s ever this quiet when I talk about my days, he normally comments all through it. 

“Why’d you stop talking?” He asks in a light, breathy voice. I knew something was up and I rolled my eyes. “Thought you got bored of my day.” I smile. “No. K-keep talking.” he tells you and you raise your brows. “I- um, well I mean I watched the game but other than that I didn’t do anything else. You did play well, Though.” “Yeah?” he asks breathlessly. “Yeah.” I responded, “You looked good in that fight too.” I tease and laugh softly. I hear what sounds like a whimper come from his end of the call. “You okay, Johnny?” no response, seconds later he lets out a soft groan. “Johnny?” “Keep talking” he nearly moans out, “Please?”. I finally realize what he’s doing. 

“You could’ve just told me”. Me and John never dated but we were each other's first everything. First kiss, first smoking buddy, first fuck, basically first everything that counts. I sigh and lay back down on my bed. “I could’ve sent you something to help you” I say confidently. “Fuck, y/n… you can’t just make empty promises like that.” He moans, then bites his lip so his roommate doesn’t wake up. “It wasn’t empty… still need help?” “y/n, baby, please be a good girl and help me.” He bites back another moan. “Yes, sir” I say jokingly and set my phone down and pull off my shirt swiftly. I lay back on the bed again but this time I angle the camera so I can show off my bare breasts this time. “Better?” I ask innocently.

He moans out a ‘fuck’ and groans softly. “y/n, baby, I wish I were there to mark those pretty little tits, to cum on them… such a good girl f’me, hm? Like being a good girl for daddy?”. I smirk mischievously, he hasn’t said anything like that since college and it made a pool of wetness form in my panties. “Love being a good girl for you daddy.” I keep my smirk as I move my hand up and squeeze one of my tits, pinching the nipple and rolling it in my finger. “Fuck Johnny,” I whimper, “miss you s’much, wish it were you here doing this f’me.” I slur my words and my lips form into a soft smile as I hear a raspy groan from his end and I knew he was close. “Come on, daddy,” I egg him on, “Cum f’me, pretend you’re cumming in me… god, I wish you were.” I bite my lip and look straight into the camera. 

The flash suddenly comes on his camera, and I get a clear view of his abs twitching as he cums all over his stomach. “Made me make a mess” He huffs teasingly. I laugh softly and readjust the camera as I put my shirt back on then I bring it back to my face as it was at the beginning of the call. “Johnny, baby, get some rest. You gotta travel all the way to Seattle tomorrow.”. He groans in protest, “What about you? There’s no way you aren’t horny right now.” “Guess you’ll have to make it up to me when you come home for the game against the kings, hm?”

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Yall, I kinda ate this one up

#smut #john marino smut #hockey smut #nhl #new jersey devils #pittsburgh penguins #Edmonton oilers

[bucknastysbabe]

IGHT THIS IS GONNA BE FOR YOUR BINGO POST !! 🩷🩷and you can throw this in the garbage is it ain't to your standards 🤪 but I'm thinking: Aegon ii x Bethroned! Reader-- LITTLE AGNST , FLUFF, SMUT (maybe if you want to) (Arranged Marriage) where Alicent has gotten extremely tired of options with what she can do to keep Aegon in line from committing more atrocious acts that she and Otto decided it was best to not only have a noble that is the complete opposite of him --keep him in line but to also form relations with against the blacks since (readers family) contains good army and weaponry.

Aegon is not fond of this marriage but changes his mind when he sees (reader) for the first time.

YENI YENI BO BENI!!!! I loved this w my whole heart and had tons of fun, so refreshing! We got a little angst, plenty of fluff, and some devious smut😏 I’m so glad you sent the ask, enjoy mwah mwah mwah!!!!

AU Bingo - Arranged Marriage - Aegon II

Rating: Mature, explicit at the end.

Tags: Arranged marriage, douche Aegon falls in LOVE, Redwyne!reader, Cringefail baby Aeg and his shifty family dynamics, TW: verbal abuse, Aegon’s derogatory thinking, non-descript throwing up, fluffity fluff fluff, big tiddy Arbor gf, soft kissing, a little groping, cumming in pants, clitoral orgasm, crying erotically, oh it’s happily ever after tonite, Aemond and Criston stay being done w Aegon

In the dimly lit council chamber, Lord Hand Otto Hightower and Queen Alicent pondered over a map of Westeros. A bottle of wine was split between the pair, something to dull the utter stress that was marrying their eldest. He had already refused Helaena and succeeded by torturing enough bugs. Or that the heir walled himself up in a whorehouse surrounded by gold cloaks until Ser Criston announced that Prince Aemond would wed the princess.

Outside the whorehouse.

Aegon’s antics had worsened as he grew older with no ‘ball and chain’, so to speak. Otto sighed, “I fear we have no more choices left,” his long fingers curled tighter around the golden cup, “Not a house with enough power, that isn’t already pledged to Rhaenyra.

Alicent wanted to scream. She grabbed the bottle of wine and went to pour. Then stopped suddenly, brown eyes searching up at her father. The queen asked, “Say, what about the Redwynes? They have money, daughters, and that precious fleet. 200 warships.”

Otto’s once dull eyes gleamed and he smiled pleasantly. He hummed, “Smart, smart girl. Marten has two beautiful maidens from what I’ve heard. The Arbor is always loyal to Oldtown.”

“I’ll send a raven immediately.”

Aegon had begged the maidservant to pull his cock until she had ran off crying. He shrugged and grabbed the bottle of wine, slugging it with no care in the world. Until it was ripped from his greedy lips. The blonde sputtered and water splashed as he met his mother’s disappointed eyes. No surprise there.

Alicent spat, “Do you ever spend your time doing something productive? Aemond’s been in the yard for hours.”

“Aemond’s a stiff cunt.”

Aegon frowned when a hand crossed his cheek. His mother hissed, “You will not speak of your brother like that! Pay attention, there’s news regarding your bachelorhood.” Aegon rolled his eyes and sat up, staring silently, sullen. He knew this was to come but dreaded it every night.

The queen opened a scroll and read off, “I, Lord Marten Redwyne of the Arbor— approve of the betrothal between my eldest and Prince Aegon. Good tidings and we hope to arrive with some ships within a fortnight.”

Aegon giggled, “You’re marrying me to the wine house’s daughter? How fitting.”

Another crack on the cheek. Aegon shut up, tears now stinging his violet eyes. His mother hissed, “She’s from a very powerful, devout, and noble family. That fleet will keep your head on your shoulders when Rhaenyra comes to lop it off. Clean yourself up!”

As she exited the room with a dissatisfied scoff, Aegon felt more tears well up. He suddenly felt very alone and frightened. Gods forbid she can’t stand the sight of him like any other nobility. He wept softly, shaking fingers clinging to his bottle. Funny enough, it was Arbor Red. His favorite.

Aegon busied himself drowning in whores and spirits the weeks, then days, leading up to his betrothed’s arrival. So much so that he hadn’t left the Street of Silk since the announcement. They hadn’t sent Criston out either. He desperately hoped they would magically forget about him here.

The whore sucking his cock hummed softly, Aegon arching a bit into her mouth. He wondered what the girl would look like. Not that it mattered. He closed his eyes and slid a ringed finger into her hair, fucking the whores throat with a soft moan.

As soon as he came, the door flung open. Aegon jerked away from the light pouring in, hissing and cursing the fiend who so dared to interrupt his climax.

Long fingers grabbed his arm and jerked the blonde off the bed into a mess of limbs onto the floor. A familiar voice uttered, “Pathetic.” Oh joyous day, it was Aemond, his knight in shining armor. Aegon whined in annoyance, “You didn’t have to manhandle me like some Yunkish brute!” The younger prince crossed his arms, face impassive.

“You fucking reek. Get your clothes on, it’s time to meet your betrothed.”

Aegon pressed a forefinger and thumb into his pounding eyes, mumbling, “Fine, give me a second.” Aemond hummed in distaste, shifting on his feet. The whore scurried out, the clink of coin hitting her hands from the younger. He shuffled blearily over to where his clothes were last, putting them on haphazardly.

Aegon realized his breeches were on backwards but really couldn’t give a bigger fuck. He needed a drink for this hangover. Aemond barked from behind, “Let’s go! You’re so slow brother.” Aegon cursed him again and followed behind, shuffling. Fear and bile were beginning to rise in his throat.

The ensuing ride on horseback with a lecture from Cole had Aegon throwing up on some poor peasant’s blanket covered in wares. More coin had to be given out from Aemond for that. The heir felt absolutely horrid by the time they had reached the Red Keep.

He remained silent through his mother’s verbal torture, the scrub down and dressing, then left alone in his chambers. Aegon’s headache had died down a bit but he was shaky. He idly got up and stared into the mirror. A haggard, dull eyed face met his own. Aegon thumbed at the red rims and dark bags under his eyes, frowning.

He skimmed a hand down his midsection, growing further despondent at the residual puffiness from overindulging at meals and the drink. Maybe she would see something in him. Probably not, the rumor mill was rampant around Westeros. Aegon was aware there wasn’t much to him but an inherited title, a name, and a dragon.

Ser Criston peeped in the door, brown eyes squinting. He asked, “Are you ready my prince? You look…groomed.” Aegon sighed and followed along the white knight, tremors threatening to overtake his frame. They walked and walked to the throne room, his decrepit father having managed to make it onto the Iron Throne. Some smaller lord was petitioning him and Otto.

Aegon searched the crowds of people, looking for something. He didn’t even know what their coat of arms looked like. Probably burgundy. Wine. He wanted wine so bad. Otto cleared his throat as soon as Aegon joined the retainer of the Targaryens.

The Hand dismissed the lord and peered at Viserys for approval. The king nodded and rasped, “Lords and ladies, we have a grand announcement.” A gasp erupted across the crowd, Aegon curled into himself. Otto boomed, “House Redwyne please come forward!”

The nobility peered at the group of burgundy and blue clad group coming up towards the throne. There were two girls clad in the rich red, one distinctly more gorgeous than the other. She had thick hair elegantly done, soft glowing skin, and pretty eyes. Aegon prayed over and over that she would be the one.

He was so struck with desire all thoughts and whims had flown out the doors. The young woman’s body was shapely— heavy tits pushed up by the dress. Fuck, Aegon might be in love. If that existed. Aemond had pushed him forward, the elder prince realizing they had called his name.

Aegon cleared his throat and walked towards his father and Otto’s intense gaze, eyes glued to the beauty. She was singled out now, family having stayed behind. The lady smiled gently at him, demure and gentle. Aegon held a hand out and took her hand, kissing the soft skin as his grandfather announced the betrothal to the excitement of the people.

Then she was whisked away, Aegon almost crying from the suddenness. Alicent had him back on the sides now, whispering, “You did good son. Don’t ruin her like you do everything else please.”

Aegon swallowed heavily. He didn’t want that either.

They sat together again at dinner. Aegon tried to suppress his urge to gorge and suck down anything alcoholic. She nervously peeked at him, smiling still. He finally leaned closer to the beauty and hummed, “You are the most gorgeous maiden I have laid eyes on. If you ever need anything, please let me know. The Red Keep will swallow anything whole.”

Her eyes widened a bit, pretty hand dropping her fork. The Redwyne girl blushed and demurred, “I’m honored you think so my prince, all I ask of you is to accompany me to the sept and mayhaps around the Keep. Just so I do not get swallowed whole.”

Aegon wanted to screech at the idea of sitting in the cold, domineering sept. But he found himself agreeing enthusiastically, “Yes, yes my dear lady, I’d only be doing my duty to keep my lovely betrothed safe.” Watching her grin and stifle a giggle made the prince’s nausea at being a lovesick buffoon die down.

He walked her to her quarters after the meal, disposing of the delightful vixen at the door with a courtly kiss of the cheek. Too bad the dog Cole was watching with dark eyes behind them. Looming like an angry ghost.

Once back in his own rooms, Aegon sipped on his wine, grinning like the fool. She was perfect. Maybe a bit stuffy and devout, but a ray of goodness in his debauchery laden life. Miserable life. The sweet thing didn’t even coyly bring up his past, like most of the ladies who wanted into the blonde’s bed. He found himself waiting for the morn, eager to walk with her to the Sept.

The family was rightfully surprised at their wily heir becoming the picture of courtly love. Attentive, sober, and kind as he tended to the new additions simple and kind requests. They attended the sept every day, had luncheons in the Godswood, even made it to court for petitions.

Alicent and Otto even visited Aegon to praise him for his good behavior. Which the blonde scoffed and hissed, “It’s not me, it’s the girl. Glad I needed an attachment to garner approval.” Which did not end well but Aegon needn’t care, he had his Redwyne waiting on him afterward.

He wanted the maiden so very bad. But he wasn’t going to ruin the wait. Something about tearing her open with his cock for the first time had Aegon stripping himself raw every night, gasping her name and staining his belly white. Mayhaps he could play with her a bit, but he’d be the good prince for once and keep his manhood tucked away, almost regretfully.

She had tested him a bit as of late. Curling into his frame under the heart tree, holding hands that somehow ended in her lap. Shared sweet little kisses that turned breathless, the lady’s heavy bosom heaving from excitement. She wanted him too, the heady haze in her eyes if they were too close for too long.

Like now for instance. They had supped in the Godswood yet again. After a long and arduous conversation about Aegon’s past. The sweet thing thumbed away his tears and murmured, “I do not judge you, seeking company in a loveless place. We all can be slaves to our vices. I only hope that I may fill that hole in your heart, dearest betrothed.”

Aegon tried not to weep, sniffling a bit. He smiled, lips puffy from biting them, and kissed her ever so gently against the lips. He sighed, “Is it so bad that you may be the best thing that has happened in my dim life?” She stroked his soft curls and simpered, “No, my dear prince, you’ve brightened my days since I’ve come. I was so scared you’d find me unbecoming.”

“Never,” Aegon promised with intense pecks, “Never, I have been struck since I first saw you.” She cried his name softly, throwing silk covered arms around his neck, pressing her soft body to his own. This was the closest they had been, the maiden practically in his lap. Aegon reached a hand around to her lower back for stabilization, the other coming to her cheek to tilt for better access.

She was less experienced as he predicted, but that made the possessive streak in his heart grow tenfold. He would show her, show the sweet nymph the pleasures of touch. All his.

They lapped into each other’s mouth in slow movements, Aegon leading the way. She was tentative and slow, gasping when he suckled softly on her tongue. The adorable thing pressed closer, whining softly as Aegon dominated the kiss.

She hiccuped, “Oh, my prince, ah, we mustn’t.”

Aegon smiled as she drew closer, curling lithe fingers into his chopped locks. He murmured, “I will save your precious maidenhead for our wedding day, as befits the pact.” Pausing for a effect with a sharp nip to her plump lower lip, earning a yelp, Aegon continued, “I can show you other ways to achieve pleasure, if you’d like.”

She warbled needily, “Please Aegon, oh, but we cannot be seen!”

“Come on then my lady,” Aegon offered as he scrambled up, holding a hand out.

They giggled nervously as Aegon pulled them into a sculpted Alcove, hidden by shrubbery and a statue of a snarling dragon. He laid his cloak down and gestured for her to sit between his thighs. Her cheeks darkened as she whimpered, “I- I’ve never.”

Aegon cooed, “Our little secret, my sweet girl.”

She climbed down and rested flush against Aegon’s front, breathing sped up again. He nuzzled and pressed featherlight kisses to her neck, humming, “Do you trust me my lady?” The girl whined, “Yes, yes, you’ve given me no reason not to.”

“Good.”

Now he nosed up to the sensitive skin under her jaw, lapping and suckling soft enough to leave no marks, but she whimpered and shivered like it was heaven. One of her dainty hands clutched at his thigh like a lifeline. Aegon reached a ringed hand around to massage her heavy breast, earning the most wanton moan.

She squeaked in shock, covering her mouth, cheeks aflame. Aegon huffed a laugh, “Poor sweetling, I bet they’re so sensitive, gorgeous tits like yours aching to be touched.”

“More, yes Aegon, please!”

So he groped and got his fill, eventually easing down her top to expose busty chest. Aegon plucked and thumbed her plush buds, growing harder and harder at her little whimpers and bitten-off squeals. Gods, she was divine,

“Sweetness, sweetness,” Aegon hummed.

Teary eyes and swollen lips slowly turned to look at him, face wrought with ecstasy. He rambled, “I will not go near your maidenhead, but let me help you, is your sweet cunny aching?”

She whined, eyes shut tight, “Ohhh- yes it hurts!”

His violet eyes shifted to see where her plush thighs were rubbing together with need. He grinned and held back his snicker, “I’ll make you feel better my sweet. Poor, poor nymph. I’ve got you.” She turned and buried her head half into his shoulder, whimpering and shaking.

Aegon kissed the crown of her head, snaking a hand to get under her long velvety dress. His eyes rolled at the feeling of her engorged and slick cunt, throbbing with blood. Poor thing really was riled up, squealing when he slid his pointer and index across the collected slick.

The prince instantly swirled around her plump button, watching her arch and spread those shapely thighs. Those teats of hers bounced as she heaved and whined. Aegon rubbed her in tight little circles, knowing she’d be a proper mess. So he went back to tweaking a nipple, cooing when his perfect betrothed’s eyes rolled back in her head.

Drool slipped down her full lips at the onslaught of pleasure, Aegon praising and promising filthy sweetness in her ear. The nymph began to twitch and tremble all over, whimpers turning into huffy little sobs. She hiccuped, “A-ah, Aegon! I-I-I oh!” He grinned as she seized tight as a bow and gushed slick, thrashing when she reached the precipice.

The heir worked her through the intense feeling until she pushed his hand away, yanking up her top. Aegon pet her sweaty hair, suddenly aware that he too, had spent all in his breeches like a green boy. He’d laugh, but focused on coddling and holding his pretty girl until she had calmed.

She finally turned to him with wide eyes, questioning so achingly small, “This wasn’t bad right? We will not be cursed no? I- It felt so good my love.”

Aegon cooed yet again, violet eyes soft, body feeling like a puddle of mush. He shook his head, promising, “We keep your precious maidenhead intact, then this is nothing but a little play. A forecast of what’s to come when we’re truly one.”

She nodded slowly, reaching out to straighten his frizzy locks. The lady of the Arbor puckered her lips, reaching up for Aegon. He chastely kissed her— humming in full content.

“Oh the gods have blessed me, yes they have,” he almost weeped.

#au bingo #ask answered #aegon ii targaryen #hotd fanfic #aegon targaryen x reader #hotd smut #aegon ii x reader #fluff n smut n angst

[quintessencewrites]

Pernicious

toxic!Shuri x reader; OC x reader

“Nah, baby, just getting a taste. 

“Fuck y-”

“I told you, you can’t do this shit better than me.”

Warnings: 18+!!! slight smut, TOXIC! Shuri (i'm sorry in advance), slightly toxic!reader, Shuri's got a twin, yall! explicit language (as always) If you liked how She Loves Me ended, I suggest you skip this one, I'm bout to fuck that all the way up (again, sorry in advance)

Word Count: 6.7k+

Tags: @shurislover @6-noir @doramilaj233 @ihearttish @vampzxi

@verachii @jessiap @phantomof-themcu @taiiunknown @sapphicvqmpires @pocketsizedpanther @oceean

Special shoutouts to my babies @venusdraco for naming Shuri's twinem and @inmyheadimobsessed for the story idea to begin with (love y'all lots)

A/N: I was supposed to post this like three days ago...and forgot...my bad, I hope yall still love me cuz I love yall

“I’m sorry, this voicemail box is full. Please hang up, and try again later.”

The line didn’t even ring- straight to voicemail she went for the umpteenth time today.

Either your phone was powered off, or you’d blocked her, and it was more likely the latter.

Shuri’s blood was boiling. If she were a cartoon, steam would be puffing from her ears. Instead, the backlight of her phone illuminated her angry features in the dark room. The device was brick-like in her grasp, the screen sporting a fresh crack from her overreaction to the photo you’d sent her before you went ghost.

Flat on your back, you lay in a sea of white sheets with one draped over your torso, barely covering your most intimate parts. The glimpse of your nipple played peek-a-boo with the camera. Pure ecstasy was written across your face, curls wild and frizzed, and eyes rolled, half-closed. You looked like a Greek goddess, etched straight out of the finest marble.

Your tongue stuck out, hanging over your lips teasingly. Shuri could practically hear your laughter rolling from it, mocking her. 

The hand around your throat was the icing on the cake. She could see the indents in your skin from their fingers, and they weren’t Shuri’s fingers.  It wasn’t her hand, and even more infuriating, Shuri didn’t know whose hand it was.

You were playing her game and beating her at it. 

How fucking dare you?

She’d snapped a photo in retaliation and couldn’t even send it because her messages weren’t going through. 

Shuri’s anger was inextinguishable. Her eyes roamed the room, fury flooding the unusually dark orbs. A weight shifted next to her, and she suddenly remembered the whore in her bed. She was attractive earlier, a nice little plaything whose moans had caused a blush to creep to the princess’s cheeks. Unfortunately for her, now she was a target whose name Shuri couldn’t even recall.

“Aye, get up.”

A deep breath escaped the girl’s chest, but she didn’t stir, and that just pissed Shuri off more. 

“Get up,” her accent was thick with the venom that coated her words; her hand felt like fire against her lover’s chill shoulder. “You gotta go.”

A blond head shot up, and if Shuri’s eyes were to roll any harder, they would have rolled across the floor like marbles. She knew the bitch was pretending to be asleep.

“I gotta go?”

“Did I stutter? Get gone,” Her attention was back to her phone, back to the photo- now zoomed in as she inspected it harder.

Shuri was glad to see the girl comply; the sooner she got up out of Shuri’s room, the sooner she could investigate this shit in peace.

“Uh, you know where my panties are-?”

“Find ‘em”

Shuri knew she wouldn’t. They were folded in her pocket, a little trophy from tonight’s conquer. 

“I can’t-”

An exasperated sigh left Shuri’s pretty lips, and though they remained sealed, her glare spoke in volumes.

The poor girl practically shrunk beneath the gaze, grabbing what little clothing she came with and heading to the door. “Guess I can go without them-”

Shuri was already buried back in her phone, barely noticing the door opening and shutting. She was wracking her brilliant mind, trying so hard to understand.

She wanted to understand why you were ignoring her, why you’d left. She needed clarity for the past seven months that now felt like wasted time. 

You were just ungrateful. Ungrateful and greedy, that was the only explanation. 

She’d spent hundreds on you, thousands, really. She bought you flowers weekly, the biggest bouquets with the most vibrant roses, tulips, and lilies you’d ever seen. She even printed your name on the card in the most expensive fonts. 

She’d take you out to eat at establishments that drained her pockets. Shuri would even order for you, priding herself on knowing your favorites.

She’d taken you home to Wakanda on a week-long trip that you claimed was “unforgettable”. You’d met her mother and childhood friends, you shared a laugh with her brother and his wife. 

You were just fucking ungrateful.

Sure, Shuri had come home a few times covered in dark spots, but you believed her when she told you they were bruises. She was just sparring, boxing in the gym and she’d taken a few hits. 

Sure, she slipped up a few times, calling you by a name other than your own during sex, but she switched it up quickly enough for you to not notice. It’s not her fault; there were too many names to keep track of.

Yeah, you may have spotted her in a pic or two and it may or may not have been incriminating, but shit, she had told you the truth with, like, half of those. 

“It wasn’t even like that-” It wasn’t; you were always blowing shit out of proportion.

“She’s just a friend-” With benefits, but you ain’t had to know all that.

“I have a long-lost twin sister-” Maybe not long and lost, but the twin part was real.

This was all your fault for not believing her.

Val fucking tore you up. Your body was sore and spent, and sleep almost overtook you. Her warm lips against your shoulder kept you conscious just long enough to hear her parting words. It was good, so fucking good.

“Get some sleep, baby. I’ll call you in the morning- don’t forget to turn your phone back on.”

You could only moan a response, far too exhausted to open your mouth. Valkyrie’s deep chuckle reverted through the room, and the sound of the door opening and closing soon followed. 

Your curves sunk into the mattress beneath you and the sigh you released was therapeutic. The same thoughts you’d been trying to push away began to crawl right back, and you wished so badly that they would truly disappear. 

Valkyrie was here, she was gentle, and she was healthy. She was a breath of fresh air in comparison to the air trapped in your lungs that you felt you couldn’t release.

Yet, for some reason, you couldn’t genuinely feel the happiness you feigned around her. 

She’d surprise you with flowers with your name adorned on the card they were packaged with. 

Your name was the only one that rolled off her lips and it sounded so sexy when it did.

There were no imaginary twin sisters, no suspicious bruises, and no damning photos with girls who weren’t you.

And still, somehow, that wasn’t enough. 

It was who the flowers came from, not the name they bore.

It was the accent your name was spoken with, and it wasn’t the one you wanted.

It took the strength of a thousand men to lift your head from the pillow that supported it. Your arm was deadweight, as heavy as lead as it moved across the comforter towards your phone that lay several feet away.

The screen was much too bright when you powered the device back on and your face took cover back in the pillow until it dimmed enough for you to look at it without wincing. 

Once the buzzing started, it didn’t stop. Message after message, missed call after missed call, your phone was blowing up, and the flutter in the pit of your stomach told you who it was before you even looked.

She must have gotten your picture. The one you’d asked Val to snap “just because”. The second thoughts swarmed you immediately when it came to sending it but second-guessing yourself wasn’t a habit you wanted to keep. That little blue arrow was but a seductive little tease, drawing your finger closer and closer until the next thing you saw across your screen was “delivered”.

Twenty-five. 

That’s how many times Shuri had called you over the past hour, how many times she’d been sent straight to voicemail.

Hundreds of messages started to pour through, all from the same number. As clever as she was, Shuri wasn’t a woman of many words and most of her texts repeated the same thing. You only tuned in to the last handful, skimming over them just barely.

‘You think you funny?’

‘Who’s the bitch, y/n?’

‘Where the hell you at?’

‘You can’t do this shit better than me, baby.’

The smirk that made its way across your face was purely devilish. You had her bothered. Good, she should be.

This wasn’t a game you should be playing. You were supposed to be out of this toxic-ass relationship, not dipping your toe back into it, but the waters were warm and alluring, with the way they pulsed to and fro.

The temptation that soured your veins didn’t need to do much to sway you. The desire to hear her hurt, the urge to crumble her confidence, it was just too fucking strong to ignore.

The line only rang once before she picked up. Shuri didn’t speak, but you knew she was there. 

“I can’t do this shit better than you, huh?”

Shuri was silent. 

“Well, guess what, Shuri?”

“What y/n?”

“I am doing this shit better than you.”

A scoff was all you heard through the receiver. “Oh, you think so?”

“I do-”

Shuri’s harsh words cut you off. “I saw that picture, y/n.”

“I-”

She was giving you no chance to speak. “I know she ain’t fuck you good though, cuz she ain’t me. If she was me, she would have been too preoccupied to snap that cute lil pic. You would’ve been too distracted to send it.”

“She-”

“Cuz the bitch I had in my bed tonight ain’t have her mind on nothing else but me, baby.”

Her words tripped you up, and you stumbled and fell hard. Of course, she’d had somebody else in her bed tonight or any night. That wasn’t outside of Shuri’s norm and you knew it. Within seconds, the chime of your phone sounded, and every nerve in your body begged you not to look at it, to hang up the phone, and never turn back. Unluckily for you, though, your muscles usually moved on their own. 

Across your screen popped up an image: Shuri, with a broad in her lap. Everything about the photo took your cockiness and threw it straight out the window. The girl was naked, legs spread with Shuri’s fingers dipped between them. Her pale skin glowed beneath the contrast of Shuri’s umber tone and blond hair barely touched her shoulders, the very shoulders that had your princess’s lips pressed against them. 

“You fucking with white bitches now?”

Shuri’s laughter infuriated you, and fury gained dominance over your emotions, shaking you from the inside out until the phone was trembling with your anger.

“Nah, baby, just getting a taste. 

“Fuck y-”

“I told you, you can’t do this shit better than me.”

“Fuck you, Shuri!” Your voice rang through the room, climbing several octaves. Its shrillness was unfamiliar to you, a sound you weren’t used to hearing in a pitch you weren’t used to hitting.

“That’s how I know she ain’t do a good job, baby, you still so angry. Want me to come over and fix it?”

This time it was a voice in the background that cut you off. Mumbled words that didn’t make any sense through the phone, muffled and whispered vibrato that was indistinguishable. 

“Nah, Shuri. I want you to stop hitting my line, for good. Go enjoy your little snow bunny.”

Her deep chuckle withdrew a breath from you that got caught in the concave of your chest. “I sent ol’ girl home a long time ago. I gotta surprise for you.”

Unfortunately for Shuri, you were standing firm with a stubbornness that was just a side effect of the fury that flamed you. “Ion want any surprise you got for me.”

The pouty princess merely shook her head at your response, a sight she knew you couldn’t see. “I’ll see you in fifteen, baby.”

“Shuri, don’t you bring your ass-”

She’d hung up before you could even finish your sentence.  

She could never fucking listen. 

Fifteen minutes later, on the dot, a soft knock came from the heavy wood that granted access to the outside world.

Your legs swung over the side of the bed out of habit, but you truly didn’t have any intention of getting up. The knocking turned to thumping the longer you hesitated and she pounded the tough oak like she was the police.

Neighbors would begin poking their nosy heads out their doors if you continued to ignore her. It was two in the morning, and the old lady next door wouldn’t take kindly to being awoken like this. 

The sheet around you would serve as a robe, just long enough for you to answer the door that would have swung right off its hinges if you were to pull on it any harder.

“Shuri, what the actual fuck-”

She stood still, leaning against your doorframe with a readable smirk dancing on her hard features. Your princess looked damn good, and she knew you knew it. The baggy tee hung loosely on her broad shoulders, and the thick, black sweats that sat low on her hips didn’t do a damn thing to hide those sexy ass dips that you used to trace with your fingers. 

“Silence suits you.” Her head dipped as she pushed past and into your home. 

Her voice was deep, a bit deeper than it was just moments ago when you were on the phone and she looked about your home as if she was stepping into it for the first time. Your eyes trailed her body so slowly you’d have thought the two of you were frozen in time. 

“Y-you cut your hair?”

Her curly top was gone. Like, gone-gone, not just the sides like before, but the whole damn head. 

Instinctually, her hand rose to brush out the faded cut, like a habit she’d developed in minutes. “It’s always been cut, baby.”

Her hand outstretched toward you, luring your stunned figure straight to hers. She’d cast a spell and you were enchanted, letting her lead your body to hers until your breasts, barely concealed by the slipping sheet, were pressed firmly against her torso.

“Sh-Shuri, I’m not fucking stupid-”

“I never said you were, baby girl.”

It was much easier to ignore the charm in her voice when it was over the phone. Now, with her hands on your flesh and her fingers toying with the dimples in your back, her magic was much harder to resist.

Your words were lost in a void, and a hush fell over the room, over the space, over the two of you. 

She was just toying with you, that’s all. That’s what you tried convincing yourself. Shuri didn’t want to do anything but come over here and play with your feelings.

But if that was the case, and you knew that was the case, why couldn’t you push her away?

Why did your heart thump a little harder when her eyes dropped to your lips and stayed there?

Why did anticipation creep through your belly when her head got lower and lower and lower-

Why didn’t you stop her when her lips touched yours?

It was so gentle, the way her mouth met yours. You can’t remember the last time Shuri kissed you so tenderly.

Her grip around your waist tightened, and if she pulled you any closer, your bodies would become one.

The sweet sound of your sigh was melodious and just as you began to melt beneath the heat of her caress, she pulled away. 

It was such a pathetic sound, to hear you whine for a girl you weren’t even sure you wanted, and yet you did. 

“What’s the matter, baby?” The heat on your hip traveled to your pouted lips when her hand left to graze the bottom one with the tip of her thumb. 

What the fuck was the matter?

Here stood Shuri, the source of your headaches and late-night cry sessions. The liar, manipulator, player-girl on campus whom everyone wanted and everyone could get.

Here stood Shuri, the source of the thoughts that spun through your brain. The jokester, genius, who would move the heavens and the earth for you if you asked. 

“Y-you gotta go-” 

The whisper was so low, you weren’t sure she’d heard you. When she made no move to drop her hand from your naked body, you were sure she hadn’t.

“Shuri, you have to go-”

“Why?” Her question cut your orders short and the fact that she even questioned you ignited anger.

“‘Why?’ Fuck do you mean ‘why?’”

“Why, baby? Why I gotta go?” Her arms snaked around you even tighter, and she dropped her head into the crook of your neck. The warmth of her breath tickled as she descended, causing a stifling giggle to catch in your throat. 

“Do you want me to go?” 

Seduction rang throughout her tone, and like a siren’s call, it almost pulled you under.

Almost.

“I-I want you to go, Shuri.”

“Why, baby?”

“Because just an hour ago, you had some bitch in your bed-”

“Should’ve been you-”

“But it wasn’t, Shuri. It usually isn’t more often than it is.”

“Is it?”

Rage fueled your hands to fly with exasperation, and the girl before you flinched, as though they would come back down onto her.

“I’m not fucking dumb, Shuri-”

“Aren’t you?”

The response came from Shuri’s voice, you knew that for sure, but the girl standing before you hadn’t opened her mouth. 

“Usisi-” That one came from the Shuri standing in front of you, slithering from between her clenched teeth like a reptilian. 

Her eyes were no longer trained on you. She was staring at something behind you, a moving figure from the way her eyes shifted back and forth, and you almost didn’t want to turn around to know what it was.

Damn, those muscles that moved without instruction. 

Shuri Udaku was standing in front of you, hands glued to your waist with a shortcut that she didn’t have yesterday, and yet, somehow, she was also standing behind you, leaning against your doorframe with crossed arms and the same curls that always hung over her furrowed brows. 

You weren’t sure how long you’d stopped breathing, but it was long enough to earn a too-loud gasp at the sight before you.

Curly-haired Shuri’s arms dropped, and her hands fell into her oversized pockets before she started making her way toward you, and Short-cut Shuri’s grip on your body tightened.

“You’re not fucking dumb, y/n?”

A gaped mouth was all you could offer up in response. 

“You play this game better than me?”

Still nothing. 

It’s like you’d regressed back to infancy, forgetting what words were and how to use them. 

They didn’t make any sense in your scrambled mind, this didn’t make any fucking sense. 

“Ngaba kufuneka uthethe naye ngolo hlobo (You gotta talk to her like that)?”

“Thula (Shut up), usisi”

Foreign tongues spewing foreign words. Shuri times two, standing ahead of you, arguing with herself. 

Your Shuri’s eyes shifted, taking in your barely covered body, still in her clone’s grasp, and you could practically see the fire ignite behind her gaze. 

“Nalla, izandla zakho (your hands).”

“Kuthekani ngabo (What about them)?”

“Get them off my girl.” Finally, something you could understand. It was slow, the way the duplicate dropped her hands from your hips and brought them down to her side. As soon as hers were gone, Shuri’s replaced them, and the way she pulled your body into hers was rough. It should have hurt her, the harshness with which your back hit her front and her arms wrapped around you in defense. 

“Baby-” Shuri’s lips brushed against your ear as she spoke directly into it.

“Sh-Shuri, wha-” It was barely a legible sentence, coming out in gasps that were lulled to silence by Shuri’s shushes. 

“I told you I had a surprise for you, baby.” She spoke to you between kisses that were planted gently against behind your ear, trailing down your neck. 

The Shuri behind you was the one speaking; it was her warmth you felt and her arms that engulfed you, and yet, it was the Shuri in front of you that had your attention. Your eyes couldn’t leave hers, with a thousand questions burning behind them. 

“A surprise-” The crazy octaves you were reaching earlier had long gone, and every syllable that spilled from between your lips was so low, it took concentrating ears to hear. 

Mhm, the vibrations from Shuri’s hum tickled against your neck. “Remember that twin you called imaginary?”

“Imaginary-” you parroted absentmindedly.

“Meet the imaginary bitch with whom I shared a womb-”

“Mazenja (bitch), hm?”

“Andizange ndithintitha (I didn’t stutter). Baby girl, Nalla. Nalla, baby girl. Umntwana wam oyintombazana (My baby girl).”

Nalla. You’d never heard Shuri speak of a ‘Nalla’ except for when she was making up a sorry-ass excuse. Yet, here she was, standing before you, a smirk smile etched across the perfect face she shared with her sister. Here she stood, reaching toward you until your hand was in hers and her lips pressed against it, leaving behind a warmth you wanted to feel again. 

It didn’t last long enough, though, with Shuri pulling your hand from her sister’s grasp with a click of her tongue. 

“Shuri, Nalla-” 

“I think you broke her, usisi.” A deep chuckle left Nalla’s lips, and her hand swayed back and forth in front of your gaze, trying hard to break whatever trance you were trapped in. 

Shuri’s guard on you broke when the phone in her pocket began to buzz, snatching away her attention, and Nalla swooped in. Her hands tugged yours, pulling you away from her sister until the two of you stood chest-to-chest.

“Come back, baby girl. It ain’t that mind-blowing,” her whispers matched yours, speaking low enough to avoid Shuri’s wandering ears. 

She underestimated her sister’s intelligence; Shuri was no dummy. From the corner of her eye, she could see her twin luring you into her space and how willingly you just stepped into it. Suddenly, the phone in her grasp was no longer of interest, and neither was the needy bitch she was entertaining in it. 

One foot in front of the other, you were lulled by Nalla, closer and closer and closer, until the vibrations of Shuri clearing her throat shattered the bubble you allowed yourself to become encapsulated in. 

“Was I interrupting something?” The question could have easily just floated through the air unanswered, had you not turned toward the sound of her voice and seen the arch in her brows and venom in her frown. 

Words still hadn’t found their way back to you yet and there you stood, voice gone as though it’d been stolen straight from your throat. 

Nalla took control of the impending situation while your brain was wracked for something to say and your needy eyes looked on from one sister to the other. 

“Nah,” her long, veiny hands rubbed along the carve of her chin, and the shackled staring contest between the two of you was broken when her eyes found the ground beneath her. “Nah, Shuri.”

“Then back up. You a little too close to my girl.”

“Intombi yakho (Your girl)?” Nalla’s scoff is low, but not low enough, and it does nothing to diffuse her sister’s anger. She’s yet to release your hands from hers and Shuri’s taken notice. 

“Yintoni ingxaki (What’s the problem)?”

“I didn’t say anything, Shuri-”

“You didn’t have to-”

“Nigga, you called me over here-” The lookalikes are speaking as though you’re not standing between them, trapped in a Wakandan princess sandwich-

“Yeah, to iseti the irekhodi ngqo, not try and fuck on intombi yam!” Shuri’s english always breaks when she’s upset; a habit she’s yet to control. Half the sentence is in Xhosa and despite the few months you’d spent with her and the few weeks you’d spent in her country, the words still sounded foreign to your unfamiliar ears.

“Was she your girl when Snow White was laid up in your sheets earlier tonight?”

The step Shuri took toward her sister shook the ground below as though she’d moved the Heavens and the Earth to approach the two of you. 

“Fuck you say, Nalla?”

This was not a situation you wanted to be in the middle of, quite literally. Their native tongues flew, leaving you out of a loop that you found yourself to be at the center of. Nalla’s hand rose,pressing against Shuri’s chest and keeping her a full arm’s length away while you stayed squished between the two, barely reaching chin level. 

While one twin bore an expression of pure rage, the other was totally amused. Shuri’s nostrils were flared, her teeth bare. Her hands were balled into fists at her sides, and you were certain that she was staring past you with a crimson hue. 

Cowardice ran a single shiver down your spine, one which made itself more dramatic the more you tried to hide it. It missed Shuri’s eyes, but Nalla took notice and her brows met together in the middle with your reaction toward her sister. 

“Kufuneka uhambe (You should go), Shuri.”

Her words were accessorised with little droplets of spit that collected at the corners of her mouth, her jaw taut with anger. “You taking her side? She-”

“I’m not taking nobody side, Shuri, but you’re scaring her.”

You weren’t scared. Who the hell did Nalla think she was, to accuse you of such an emotion?

Fear was an emotion that had escaped long ago when it came to Shuri, and while her fury was scorching, Nalla stood behind you, cooling the burn caused by your former flame. 

You weren’t scared, though shocked you stood still, with Nalla’s hands still covering yours and her chest a rooted grounding point against your back. 

“You should go-” 

“I’m not-”

“Go, Shuri.” Damn your voice for sounding so small, damn you for feeling so trivial. 

“Go?”

Your nod was pathetic, as was the way you restrained from wincing when Shuri scoffed. 

“Are you serious?”

Another pitiful nod. 

“Ha, ight. Let’s go-” Shuri spun toward the door too easily; with no fight. She’d been expecting to hear the sound of her sister’s footsteps follow-

The room remained silent.

Her slow turn was menacing, facing the pair once more, hiding the shock that etched its way across her face when she saw Nalla, standing where she had been before.

“Nalla, masihambe (let’s go).”

“I-” Nalla appeared stuck, flashing frantic eyes between you and her sister, unsure of which way to turn.  

“Do you want me to go?” It was a question meant for you, just for you, as her whisper floated directly from her lips and towards your ear. 

The room was still, three bodies awaiting an answer.

A confident ‘yes’ should have been your answer. She was a stranger, blood-related to the trigger of your trauma. They shared the same face, strong nose, and sculpted jaw and all. Their hands were similar, but where one grabbed at you roughly, the other stroked you to safety. 

Your right shoulder bore the devil Shuri, the one who lied and cheated out of habit. The one who manipulated you like a game and lost her temper like you were a child. She made your stomach hurt, made your head tight with anxiety. 

And on your left, was the angel Nalla. Maybe not an angel in truth, but an angel in comparison. You knew nothing of her other than her name, and she, you, yet here she stood, in defiance to her sister to offer you solitude and security. Her hand never left yours, and in thirty minutes, she’d treated you more tenderly than her carbon copy had in seven months. 

You leisurely shook your head to and fro, the dome weighing too heavily on your shoulders by all the thoughts that consumed it. 

Shuri’s laughter was heinous and it traveled with a chill like ice in your veins. “You for real?”

“She said go, Shuri.”

“Fine,” the princess spat, stepping into your personal space. She was so close, your noses were practically kissing. 

Nalla’s grip on the fabric collected at your waist tightened and she was ready to pull you into the safety of her arms if her sister’s temper were to pop off. 

“Fine, y/n. I’ll go, but ole’ girl tonight been better than you in seven mon-”

“That’s enough, Shuri. Hamba (Go).” 

She parted without another word, and all you and Nalla could do was linger in the remaining essence of her presence. 

Nalla’s deep vibrato broke through the silence first. “You good?”

If you were to nod anymore tonight, your head would roll across the floor like a bowling ball. 

You were avoiding eye contact with the girl who so closely resembled the source of your hurt. Her head dipped until your gazes were level and a sympathetic smirk played across her chin. “She scared you mute?”

An audible sigh of relief escaped her parted lips when a smirk of your own mirrored hers and teased the corners of your mouth up. “I thought silence suits me?”

The heart beating in your chest stopped when her laughter rang through and my God, it sounded so much like Shuri’s.

“I was wrong, I guess,” Her eyes fall to the floor, searching for anything to look at but you.

“My bad.”

“Fuck you apologizing for?”

“I thought you was just gonna stop at ‘fuck you’”, Nalla laughed again, and this time, you could feel it in your toes. “Nah, ma, I’m sorry for her. I haven’t really been keeping up with her shit these past couple of years-”

“You good.”

“I’m good?”

“Yeah, and I’m good on the apology and shit. Shit sappy, I’m cool.”

Nalla’s silent and for a moment, the two of you are frozen in time, just gazing at one another. 

“Why you want me to stay?”

Your shrug was too nonchalant of an answer, and the way her head cocks to the left tells you just that. Any thought behind the question didn’t even bother to cross your mind before you responded. “You kissed me.”

On instinct, in a habit she’d surely picked up over a few years, Nalla’s hand passes over her barren scalp. “I did,” she admits through clenched teeth. 

Here stood not-Shuri. She looked like Shuri, but she was not-Shuri. She’d kissed you gently, not like Shuri. She’d kept you safe, not like Shuri. She’d protected you, not like Shuri, from Shuri. 

“I liked it.”

Nalla’s entire expression changed at your confession. Her perfectly arched brows jump to the top of her face with a look of undeniable surprise. 

“I want you to do it again.”

Her breath caught in her throat when you closed the already non-existent gap between the two of you. “You do?”

Her question was lazy, as was the way her head fell to the side and her gaze deepened upon you. 

You nodded one last time before your lips hesitantly met, almost as though this kiss were forbidden and neither of you knew who was to initiate it. 

The kiss was forbidden, but once Nalla’s soft mouth descended onto yours, control rolled over into her court, along with your tongue. 

How slow, how sensual could a kiss be before one of the participating parties would need to come up for air?

Nalla’s lips were just begging for your teeth to sink into their plumpness and the guttural groan it produced proved it to be a good idea. 

Her hands tickled as they roamed your body, trying so hard to keep up the sheet that concealed your intimates while also searching for somewhere to rest while her mouth worked on yours. 

The feeling was distracting and the damn sheet had to go.

Your lips never left hers when your arms rose to drop the white sea of fabric from your figure, allowing it to pool at your feet. Nalla couldn’t pull herself away from you to gaze upon the blessing you’d just feasted upon her and the control she once held was now transferred into your court.

With the guidance of your hands, rested underneath the shelf which held your ass high and your hips higher. She lifted you as though you weighed nothing, wrapping your long legs around her waist, bringing your body just a bit higher than hers. 

You were mesmerized; the way she handled you was mouthwatering. You weren’t sure if it was the want to get over Shuri or the desire to wash Valkyrie’s touch from you, but you needed this. 

This unfamiliar person whose lips you were starting to like the taste of and whose touch burned your flesh in all the right ways. 

“Bedroom-” Nalla didn’t appreciate you breaking the kiss, immediately reconnecting your lips and ignoring your words. 

Biting her lips once more proved successful to separate yourself for just a moment, though it was a moment too long for the princess. 

Mm, hummed from the back of your throat. “Nalla, bedroom-”

“Are you sure?” her panting was hard to control; neither of you realized how long you’d gone without air due to the distractions you served for one another. 

“I’m sure.”

Whininess was not a trait you usually held, but it seemed to be a recurring trend tonight. Nalla released you from the air, from her arms gently, sharing in your sadness when your feet touched the ground and your bodies no longer touched. 

“Show me.”

Her hand felt like it was sculpted to fit in yours. It molded too-perfectly into yours as the two of you walked down the short hallway, turning the corner to your bedroom, with the bed still messy from you and Val’s rendezvous just hours earlier. 

Nalla couldn’t hold back the smile that fell upon her features at the sight of your safe space. “Cute,” it was murmured, and she hadn’t even considered the possibility that you’d heard her.

“I know-”

The corner of her lip tucked between her canines and it had your tummy doing somersaults. Your knees buckled beneath her stare and the hunger behind her eyes. “Um,” Damn, she had you stammering. “Where do you want me?”

Her steps towards you were quick and effortless, as was the way she lifted you by the back of your knees and threw you atop the disheveled sheets. Your naked body bounced with the force of the quick movements and your thighs fell apart to brace yourself for the impact.

“Right there. I want you right there.”

Your pussy was on display to the girl before you and it had her hypnotized. She wasn’t even looking at your face anymore, too focused on your pretty brown and pink folds as she dropped to her knees. 

Her arms hooked underneath your thighs, pulling your bare body to the edge of the bed, closer to her. She sank back onto her knees when your pussy rested in her face. 

The anticipation in the room was thick enough to cut through and a sexy waiting game ensued. You sat, weight resting on your left arm with Nalla’s head between your thick thighs, not moving but wanting so badly to be. 

She had all the patience in the world, sitting and watching your slickness collect and drip, inviting her tongue to lap up the nectar that was being wasted. 

You had no patience at all, wiggling your hips, inviting her in, wanting to feel the same soft tongue that explored your mouth explore your cunt.

“You just gonna sit there and stare at it?”

Nalla didn’t move a muscle, other than her eyes, to look up at you. “Just waiting for permission, baby girl.”

“Permission? Nigga, I’m sitting here with my pussy in your face-”

Your words got lost in your throat when a cool stream of air hit your cunt and it quivered beneath Nalla’s gaze.

“Tell me I can, baby-”

“Nalla, man-” You’d never been so whiny with Shuri, never this needy for Val.

“Tell me I can eat it, y/n. Tell me I can play with you. I need to hear you say it.”

If she would have just touched you already, she’d have known you were fucking soaked; she wouldn’t have needed verbal confirmation.

“You can eat it, Nalla, please-”

The rest of your sentence was swallowed by loud and proud moans. Nalla’s flattened tongue spreading your lips and tasting from hole to hole. The muscles in your abdomen tightened at the sudden sensation and your legs curled into your body, allowing the focused girl all the access she wanted.

Nalla was a fucking munch. She kissed at your cunt the same way she did your lips, slowly and sensually and so seductively. Her tongue dipped into your hot core, licking up your taste from the source. Your moans were her melodies, egging her on to continue.

“Ohhh, my gawdddd, Nalla, shit-” Words just thrown together, that made sense in the beginning, and made much less sense now. The tip of her nose rotated about your clit while her mouth swallowed you whole. Every sensation she brought upon you was a new one, from the way she lapped at your lips, to the way she just barely brushed your clit with teasing moves. 

You wanted so badly to grab at her hair, but the lack thereof left your hands empty and grasping for something until they rested upon your own breasts. Harsh tugging and not-so-gentle rubbing of your erect nipples between the tips of your thumb and index finger contrasted boldly with the slow way Nalla used her entire tongue to rub across your cunt. 

“You taste so fucking good,” The accent, the cussing, the way she licked and sucked as though you were the best meal she’s ever had, it was almost too much.

Your moans morphed into grunts the closer she brought you to your edge. Your clit was so round, so smooth and it fit so perfectly in her mouth when her lips enclosed around it, sucking the little bean hard and flicking the tip of her tongue over it in rapid succession. 

“I-uh, I’m close, I’m close-”

It would have been polite to warn the Wakandan that you were a squirter, but your words were slurred together and she couldn’t decipher where one began and another ended. She felt your impending orgasm, with the way your wetness collected on her chin and your clit swelled between her puckered lips. 

She was unsuspecting when her index finger played between your folds. Just one, then two, and three, playing at your entrance, but not daring to enter. 

But you were so wet, so fucking slick. A slight twitch in your movements caused Nalla’s fingers, all three, to stretch you out as they entered with no warning. 

“Oh fuck!” Nalla’s lips released your clit and she planted herself at your entrance, still three fingers deep, mouth open and tongue out. Your cum dripped down her chin, trailing down her neck and falling to the bed as she tried hard to not let any go to waste. What a sticky mess you’d made, in a way that you never had with Val.

Nalla’s eyes bore into your soul when the grip of your warm pussy finally released her hand and she stuck all three fingers in her mouth, sucking your taste off of them and savoring every drop.

“Anybody ever tell you you taste so fucking amazing?”

“Do I?”

Again, she bore that lip bite that could rip the clothes off a nun. “You do.”

“Lemme taste.”

Every muscle in her arm was visible as she raised from her knees and onto her feet, slinking across the bed until her face was right in front of yours.

Your hands were still shaky, recovering from your orgasm, when you brought them up to her face and pulled her lips to yours, taking her bottom lip in your mouth and sucking your taste right off of it.

Nalla’s eyebrows rose in amusement that quickly faded when you pulled her face in again, entangling your tongues together as your cum passed back and forth between your two mouths. 

The girl before you smirked when you let her come up from air, eyes glued to your lips before they rose to meet yours. Her sultry lip bite was enough to ignite another round and her whispered words found your ear as she laid you gently against the cool sheets underneath you.

“You nasty girl-”

Nasty indeed. Who didn't play this game better, Shuri?

#quintessencewrites #shuri x reader #black panther #letitia wright shuri #queen shuri #shuriri #blackgirlmagic #toxic!shuri

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sleepwalking ● 13 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

summary: due to unfortunate circumstances, you ended up managing your ex-boyfriend’s band. you thought you’ve both made peace with it, but suddenly he’s very eager to prove to you that first love never dies.

genre: rockstar!jungkook / exes to lovers

warnings: ANGST, mentions of blood (nosebleed), alcohol consumption, suggestive themes & strong language

words: 10.5k

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chapter 13 ► when the curtains call the time, will we both go home alive?

“So, how come—” Jungkook started to say before tossing a peanut into his mouth as he sat on the bed in your hotel room. Swallowing, he finished the question, “how come you’d never dated?”

It had been two days since you’d left your room or spoken to anyone outside. His hair was still wet from the shower the two of you had just taken and he felt like he was living here now.

“How about I answer that,” you said, tightening the towel on your chest as you picked up the neglected coal-black menu from the bedside table, “after we order room service. I can’t remember the last time we had a proper meal.”

You both knew that this would end tomorrow—Jungkook would have rehearsals, soundchecks, and a performance the next night. That was why you’d locked yourselves in your hotel room for two days straight, and spent the short break between Rated Riot’s concerts in your bed. And in the shower. And on the floor of your room.

It was the highlight of the tour for you so far, not that you’d ever admit that out loud. But you were afraid of what would happen when you opened the door of your hotel room tomorrow morning.

Your phone had been on the whole time, no one had called you in these past two days—which made sense, because everyone was resting. But they might have questions tomorrow. And you would not have any answers.

There was also Nick to consider, although Reconnaissance was the last thing on your mind. The last few days with Jungkook seemed to reaffirm what you’d already decided – you loved Rated Riot too much to leave.

And maybe you loved Jungkook too much to leave, too.

But two days was not enough time to get used to each other all over again, and it was certainly not enough for the “so, what are we?” conversation, let alone the “logically, we can’t do this” conversation. That was something you and Jungkook deliberately chose not to talk about. At least not now.

But time was running out, and the first heavy stones of anxiety began to settle in your stomach as you skimmed over the menu.

You rested on the edge of the bed and Jungkook leaned over your shoulder to look at the food listing, commenting, “I actually didn’t realise how hungry I was until you mentioned it.”

“It's because you stuffed yourself with peanuts,” you pointed out and shifted the menu to the side so he could see it better. “What would you like?”

“You,” he replied, letting his inner teenager loose.

Rolling your eyes, you said, “I meant to eat.”

“Still yo—”

“Okay, quit your games for a second,” you ordered with enough humour to make him snicker. “Just pick something from the menu.”

“Fine,” he mumbled and pointed at seemingly the first thing he saw. “I guess a chicken burger will be fine.”

“Okay, I’ll have pasta, I guess. They recommend ravioli,” you said, scanning the list. “Do you want dessert? They have limoncello meringue, which sounds fancier than it probably is, but I also see Tiramisu, and—”

Immediately, Jungkook interjected, “there are better desserts I can think of—”

“Tiramisu and ice cream sounds perfect, I’m glad you agree,” you cut him off as he threw himself back on the bed, laughing—as always, he was thoroughly entertained to see you flustered.

You went over to the other side of the bed and placed the order with a very pleasant lady on the hotel telephone.

As soon as you hung up—he was waiting for it—Jungkook reminded you, “you didn’t answer my question.”

You sighed and returned to your spot on the bed, readjusting your towel before sitting down.

“I dated,” you said as a way of answering. It was a stretch since you had been on exactly four dates in the last four years. You supposed you chose to be faithful to your job instead, and in any case, managing Rated Riot didn’t leave you much free time. You added, “it just didn’t develop into any relationships.”

“Why not?” Jungkook asked.

You shrugged. “I don’t let people in easily. And I already have enough people that I love as it is.”

Despite your apparent nonchalance as you said this, he felt the gravity of your words – and all that they encompassed: the single-mother household and the care of a child that you didn’t have, the never-ending letdowns from every father figure in your life, and, ultimately, the family you found in Rated Riot.

“Hm,” he pondered the best approach. Deciding that you would probably resist and change the subject if he delved deeper, he cleared his throat, moved his hand behind his head as he rested on the pillow and asked—about as casually as he could, “so, am I the only boyfriend you’ve had?”

You looked up and noticed the smirk on his lips. His posture was deliberately designed to emphasise the immaturity of the question.

“As if I’ll answer that,” you said.

“Oh, come on,” he huffed. “Why not?”

“Your ego is way too big as it is,” you said. “I won’t be the one to stroke it more.”

You regretted your choice of words as soon as they were out of your mouth, but Jungkook still managed to speak up before you could stop him, “there’s something else you can—”

“Jungkook! What the fuck?” You were laughing now, unable to help yourself. “What’s with you? You’re acting like a frat boy.”

Shrugging his shoulders, he said simply, “I don’t know what you mean. I’m just happy.”

The warmth in your chest at the very simple word must have shown on your face because his smile suddenly widened.

 “So am I?” he pushed. “The only boyfriend you’d had?”

You groaned, knowing that he wouldn’t drop this unless you answered.

“You are,” you said—he looked outrageously thrilled, so you added quickly, “regrettably.”

The grin disappeared from his face. Offended as if you had insulted his entire family, he repeated, “regrettably?!”

“I’m not known for my good taste in men,” you clarified.

He scoffed, sitting up on the bed.

“Hell yeah, you’re not,” he asserted. “You’re known for your excellent taste in men, considering I’m the only man you’ve been in a relationship with.”

You shook your head at his enthusiastic attempt to lift himself up.

“Well, what about you?” you asked then.

“What about me?”

“I know you dated,” you said. “So, what number am I on your list of girlfriends?”

Jungkook gave you a long, almost disappointed look.

He wouldn’t have called what he did dating. He would have called it meeting people and searching for you in every single one of them.

He thought you’d be able to guess that.

“Respectfully,” he started, “I’ve been in love with you since the day we met. What number do you think you are?”

You lowered your gaze—because it was difficult to prevent your instinctive reaction from showing on your face when he looked at you like that—and Jungkook felt his excitement return.

“Well, anyway,” you said. His grin grew wider. “Uh, I was also going to ask what you wanted to do after your concert tomorrow.”

He was fully expecting the change of topic. And he felt delighted, because usually, you would have disagreed with him. You’d have insisted he didn’t know what he was talking about.

With you, the change of topic felt like a win.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Well, you took me out to ride bicycles,” you replied. “Let me do something for you while we’re still in Amsterdam.”

Smirking, he remarked, “we did a lot more than just riding bikes in Amsterdam.”

You clicked your tongue, unable to argue because he’d made a solid point.

“What if that’s what I want to do, no matter what city we’re in?” he asked, the suggestive question only strengthened by the glint in his eye.

“Well,” you started and looked away, because his glittering eyes made him look like he belonged on a billboard and not on the bed in your hotel room, clad in a cheap robe. “That could be arranged.”

Chuckling, he scooted closer to you on the bed. “Yeah?”

“Mmhmm.” He was so close to you that you could feel the refreshing minty scent of the hotel shampoo in his hair. “But I’ll have to check my schedule.”

“Your schedule,” he said, leaning his forehead against yours, “better have my name under every single day. In capital letters.”

“Ah, but don’t I get the weekends off?” you teased. Your lips brushed against his with every syllable and Jungkook closed his eyes so he wouldn’t go insane.

“No,” he breathed. “I need you every day of the week.”

He finally leaned in to connect your lips in a soft, lingering kiss. When he felt your tongue meet his as the kiss deepened, he realised just how much he’d meant what he’d just said. He would have cancelled all of his plans—all of them, for the rest of his life—to stay on this bed with you.

He kissed you and you tasted like last night and the night before that. Like every night he’d dreamt of kissing you for the past four years. You tasted like the rest of his life.

And suddenly, a painful, near-fatal realisation struck him.

He couldn’t ask you to get back together. He couldn’t ask you to never leave him again.

Because he hadn’t proved to you that he deserved it. Because you were still afraid of what everyone else would think. Because Sid was still on tour with him, and you still didn’t know about the bet.

You felt his body twitch next to yours and he pulled away, his eyes wide.

You watched him in shocked silence for a minute before asking, “w-what’s wrong?”

“I—” He blinked, overwhelmed by all the thoughts that rushed to the surface of his mind. “I have—there’s something—”

There was a knock on the door that forced you both to flinch in surprise. Jungkook looked like the knock came from a pack of hellhounds who had arrived to drag him straight to hell.

“It’s probably the food,” you said, your eyes not leaving his face. “Can this wait, or—or do you want to—is there something you have to say?”

Jungkook still looked like a wild animal, trapped in the blinding brightness of headlights, but he felt himself shake his head. Asking you to wait and listen would have only added to the significance of what he had to say.

“No,” he said, swallowing. “This can—it can wait.”

In the end, Jungkook lost his nerve and you didn’t have any of the conversations that you both had feared: neither about the bet, nor about what the past two days were supposed to mean.

You didn’t even pursue the topic, choosing to ignore the unadulterated fear on his face that you’d seen in your hotel room.

Really, you felt almost relieved that you hadn’t had a chance to have a serious discussion—for once, you just wanted to see what would happen next. Not to mention, you had other things to worry about with Rated Riot’s performance on the next night.

But Jungkook was a spectacle of discomfort, fear, and pain.

Naturally, Sid could immediately tell that something must have happened between you because he hadn’t seen Jungkook in days and now he was looking awfully pale as he had breakfast at the hotel restaurant on the morning of the concert.

Jungkook sensed Sid’s presence. Jude was with him, but Minjun wasn’t, and he realised that he felt intimidated—challenged—when the two of them were here and there was no one on his side.

Determined to ignore them as much as possible, he concentrated on the food in front of him.

“Hey there. Been a while,” Sid said, his grin serpentine. He took a seat at Jungkook’s table, and Jude followed beside him.

Jungkook didn’t look up from his plate. “Has it?”

“I have to ask, man,” Sid continued, completely ignoring his dismissive question. “What was the point of getting so riled up about our bet the other day? It clearly seems like I might lose after all. I’m not going to lie to you, I didn’t expect that.”

Jungkook saw the smiles exchanged between the two boys through his peripherals—as if they knew something he didn’t. It wasn’t hard to guess what it was; Sid would never willingly admit defeat. He just wanted Jungkook to regain his initial motivation regarding the bet.

“I’m not talking about it,” Jungkook said. He was done. There was nothing they could say that would bring him back into this mess.

Laughing thunderously—because he knew no other way—Sid patted Jungkook on the back in what was supposed to be a friendly gesture, but Jungkook nearly dropped his plate from the force and whipped around to look at him.

“Get your hands—”

“Oh, relax, would you?” Sid interrupted with an unimpressed grin. “Look, I know you want to keep the bike. But you can only keep it if you can actually prove that you’re back together.”

“I’m not proving anything to you,” Jungkook said, enunciating every word as if he were talking to a toddler who could not understand why he was not allowed to drink the undoubtedly appetising-looking dish soap.

“Well, you have six days to change your mind, or the Katana is mine,” Sid said and received a back-handed slap on the stomach from Jude. He corrected himself irritably, “it’s ours.”

Jungkook took one last bite of his waffle, his eyes fixed on the table.

This was what the bet was about for Sid—forcing Jungkook to lose the one tangible thing he was proud to own. Jungkook knew this from the very start, on a subconscious level at least, but the more Sid brought up the bike, the more obvious it became.

Reacting to his silence, Sid leaned in and added in a cunning whisper, “six days.”

He pulled back, but still lingered with the same smug grin from before, seemingly waiting for Jungkook to say or do something.

“I have a show tonight,” was what he said. “So I can’t fuck around with you guys. But have fun.”

“We’re renting out some bikes in Tilburg for a race tomorrow,” Sid continued, not bothered by his scornful tone. “I’m sure you’ll change your mind. Check the fucking groupchat.”

Just as Sid reached out to give another strong pat on his shoulder, Jungkook surprised him by standing up and evading his touch.

He walked away without a word, his plate still full of fruit he hadn’t even looked at. He didn’t feel very hungry anymore.

As Sid watched Jungkook leave the restaurant, he had to admit that he was impressed with this resistance—there was something foreign there. In the past, if Jungkook tried to oppose him, Sid still wound up winning in the end. Always.

But now it seemed like Jungkook wasn’t going to be that easy to push over. Despite teasing him for years, only now it dawned on Sid that Jungkook must have really had feelings for you. These feelings were the reason he refused to play along. The reason he became such an insufferable bore.

Well, Sid thought with a satisfied grin, that’s his loss.

After the concert finished, you had one last night in the hotel in Amsterdam before you left for Tilburg in the morning.

Hoseok took full advantage of this and decided to organise a farewell party in his hotel room—to commemorate the “wonderful time” they had had in Amsterdam, as he told you. You didn’t dare question him out of fear that he’d actually elaborate.

Technically, he shouldn’t have had so many people in his room, but if you wouldn’t stop him—you wouldn’t—then neither would anyone else.

The hotel staff knew this was happening. They had to know. Who else brought two dozen bottles of wine, fifteen six-packs of beer, and five bottles of vodka to their hotel room? This list could have been endless; God knows what else Hoseok bought in the supermarket outside the concert hall while you were on the phone with the promoters.

But the hotel staff also knew that your team occupied the entire tenth floor, so there were no other guests who could have complained. Additionally, one of the producers – likely Namjoon, given his experience with Hoseok’s last-minute parties – paid a little extra cash for any complaints that might have come.

Even though they were musicians, the Rated Riot members – and their crew as well – knew how to leave a place as they found it. That was why you didn’t bother to protest against the party much.

You got ready for it in your own room a few doors down. Jungkook was here, too—which, honestly, surprised you.

Despite the past few days where the two of you were practically attached to each other, you still didn’t expect him to choose to hang out here while he waited for you. His usual routine before parties involved pregaming with Sid, Jude, and Minjun. You thought you saw the three of them lingering backstage after the show, but perhaps you confused them with some local knobheads.

In any case, Jungkook was here. He hadn’t bothered much with his outfit after the show. All he did was take a quick shower and change into a different shirt. The stage make-up mostly endured the one-and-a-half-hour gig and the freezing shower, so he still looked like he was about to perform instead of already having done that.

It was very easy to despise how effortlessly beautiful he was. But he was sitting on the edge of the tub in the bathroom of your hotel room, playing the new Bring Me The Horizon song for you, and telling you about his plans for Rated Riot’s performance tomorrow night while you put mascara on in front of the mirror – and you realised it was very easy to love him, too.

Just as you saw your reflection in the mirror begin to smile, you felt a familiar, unpleasant warmth under your nose. It happened quickly this time – you watched droplets of blood fall into the white sink below.

“Shit,” you muttered as you reached for a tissue on the counter across from you before you stained your clothes with blood.

Jungkook lifted his head. “What happ—shit, you’re bleeding.”

He was on his feet in a heartbeat. Before you could reassure him that this wasn’t serious, he was already guiding you to the bathtub where he sat you down in his previous spot and brought over the box of tissues.

“It’s not a big deal,” you insisted, pressing the tissue to your nose while he squatted in front of you, concern drawn all over his features. “Your legs will go numb if you—”

“How is it not a big deal?” he argued, pulling out a new tissue and handing it to you. “You’re bleeding.”

“It’s just a nosebleed,” you said, reaching for the trash can. He noticed and kicked it closer to you. He was very determined to limit your movements. “You know I used to get them all the time.”

“Yeah, years ago,” he said. “I thought we were past that.”

You refrained from commenting on his use of pronouns—as if getting nosebleeds was a group activity—but remained firm in your response.

“It’s nothing dangerous,” you said. “I got one just the other day. I’m fine.”

Jungkook wobbled a little, his legs uncertain as panic visibly grew in his eyes. “Wait, what do you—this happened before? Recently?”

“Yeah, it was literally just one—”

“Well, this is another one!” he exclaimed, jumping to his feet.

Your gaze followed him, and you instinctively leaned your head back. He noticed this and cringed into himself for making you move.

“Shit, don’t—stay still,” he said and sat down next to you on the edge of the tub. His voice was much more collected when he continued, “you’re burnt out. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m not burnt out,” you insisted, very uncomfortable to find yourself as the reason for someone else’s concern. “Seriously, Jungkook. This could be seasonal. Or, I don’t know, weather-related.”

“Okay. Well, the same thing happened to you six years ago and you ended up at the hospital,” he reminded you. You were worried that he would, and the mention of it immediately made you avert your gaze. “It clearly wasn’t weather-related back then.”

You switched to a fresh tissue, your eyes fixed on the white floor tiles under your feet.

That particular hospital stay, much like everything else in your relationship with Jungkook, was an untouchable subject. A subject you couldn’t discuss without discomfort and blatant contempt, no matter how many years passed.

“You were the one who called the ambulance—which I'll never forgive you for, by the way,” you said. “What a waste of everyone’s time and effort. Even the doctors said this probably wasn’t anything serious—”

“They said probably,” he retorted, agitated again. “And what else did you expect me to do?! I found you passed out in the hallway outside of your dorm.”

“You could have waited for a minute until I regained consciousness,” you said. “I would have told you—”

“That you’re fine,” he finished with a roll of his eyes. “You weren’t fine.”

“I was stressed about finals.”

“Everyone was stressed about finals,” he argued. “But not everyone put so much pressure on themselves that they started to experience fainting spells. That their body started to shut down—”

You were the one to roll your eyes this time as you cut him off, “now you’re being dramatic.”

“Am I? Really?” he countered, sliding away from you to be able to get a better look at you. You proceeded to avoid his gaze.

“Thank you for, at least, not telling my mum about it that time,” you said, diverting the topic. “I might have really killed you if you had.”

“Yeah, well.” Jungkook sniffled. “If she found out I didn’t tell her, she’d be the one to kill me.”

You weren’t worried about that. “She won’t find out.”

He looked at you. “What about this?”

“What about it?”

Frustrated, he ripped out another tissue and handed it to you. “You are literally bleeding right now.”

You took the tissue without looking up and mumbled, “the blood would have stopped if you weren’t making me anxious.”

“I’m the one making you—okay.” He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “Okay, I’m sorry. This just… this reminds me of that day.”

Your free hand fiddled with the plaster covering the outer edge of the tub. “I know.”

Six years ago, the nosebleeds had been a warning. It was your body telling you that you were exhausted and needed to rest. You’d ignored it, of course. You had finals to study for, never mind the dizziness and the brief moments of complete darkness if you stood up too quickly.

And then you ended up fainting after completing your last exam.

Really, you had almost made it back to your dorm room when you started feeling dizzy, so you were convinced that you would have been okay even if Jungkook hadn’t found you. You would have regained consciousness and made it back to your bed—it was right there. And with the Christmas holidays coming up, you would have been able to get the rest that the doctors said you needed anyway.

Jungkook had told you that he was on his way to see you when he found you on the floor. It had seemed a little too convenient, but you never got the chance to ask why he was really at your dorm that day. You’d regained full consciousness in the ambulance about a minute or two later, and the realisation of what was happening was too mortifying for you to ask about how Jungkook found you. You felt too uncomfortable to inconvenience the paramedics for something so insignificant.

Nevertheless, the doctors kept you in the hospital for three days, tethered to the bed with an IV drip. Your blood test led to the unofficial diagnosis of a simple “burnout”. You’d done your research – it wasn’t even a recognised medical condition at the time. But the hospital was on the edge of campus—the doctors had to deal with this almost every day. Your prescribed treatment included rest, fluids, and stress avoidance.

And, really, you did diligently drink water after this.

Arguments with Jungkook had kept you company in the hospital: he accused you of caring about things too much—you passed all of your finals with flying colours, so you still thought it was worth it—and you accused him of not caring enough.

Right now, however, in the hotel bathroom, as you clutched the tissue to your nose, you felt worried. Not about your condition—you knew you’d be fine in a minute—but about Jungkook’s reaction to it.

Confirming your fears, he spoke up—softly, like it was a secret that had escaped from his chest before he could control it, “I wish I didn’t remember that day as clearly as I do. You scared the shit out of me.”

“I remember, too,” you admitted. Then, to lighten the mood, you added, “I also remember that you found out you failed your Social Psychology exam the next day.”

Jungkook leaned to one side and rested his head against the wall as he remained on the other side of the tub.

“You always do this. Always focus on the wrong thing,” he spoke. His voice no longer sounded angry, only tired. “You slept for three days straight in that hospital, and you spent every waking moment scolding me for not studying.”

“Well, you really didn’t study, so—”

He inhaled deeply and the sharp sound cut you off. The song by Bring Me The Horizon looped on his phone.

“Shouldn’t you put some ice on your nose to stop the bleeding?” Jungkook said in a straining attempt to control his emotions. “Or maybe cold water—”

“It’ll probably go away on its’ own in a minute,” you said. “I’m fine.”

“Right,” he said through gritted teeth. The cursed word that you kept repeating sounded so ridiculous that he feared he might actually lose his mind. “Um, well, the last time this happened… The doctors warned us that it could happen again if you were under extreme stress. Wh-why are you stressed?”

You grabbed a new tissue, relieved to see that the bleeding had finally slowed.

“I’m not under extreme stress,” you said. “I’m just stressed. It stopped being extreme years ago.”

He didn’t think this was any better and immediately felt a new surge of anxiety in his stomach. “Okay, well, you can’t keep going like this.”

Right away, you began to reassure him again, “this is nothing—”

“You can’t keep going like this.”

“Jungkook, I’m literally just—”

“I need you,” he stated—firm and loud and desperate. “So, slow down a little. Please.”

Your eyes finally met his for a single, charged moment before you looked away again.

You felt very strange. No longer uncomfortable, but rather surprised. You thought you’d mastered the art of sounding convincing when you said you were fine, but Jungkook repeatedly proved you wrong.

“Okay,” you finally said. “I’ll—I will be careful.”

He didn’t appear very relieved when he heard this.

“Maybe we should skip the party,” he suggested, “and just—”

“Oh, no, no, no.” You stood up before he could react.  “I have you. I don’t need more people treating me like I’m sick. We’re going.”

He wanted to argue, but you were standing over him while he stayed seated, and the confidence in your posture nearly convinced him that you were truly okay.

“Alright,” he said, still tentative. “But you’re not leaving my side.”

You hummed in response and turned away to toss out the tissue.

“I mean it,” he emphasised, needing verbal confirmation from you. He knew you wouldn’t give in and let him take care of you unless he pestered you until you lost patience. “You’re staying with me the whole night.”

“Okay, okay. Relax,” you said with a forced laugh. “Is this how you feel when I micro-manage you?”

He wanted to believe the playful grin on your lips when you turned to look at him again, but it was difficult when he saw your glossy eyes. You weren’t okay, but you were determined to be.

“Not at all,” he replied, attempting to return the smile but only managing to slightly lift the corners of his mouth. “I never resist you this much.”

“Sure you don’t,” you teased, returning to the sink to wash your hands and face before you tried to fix your make-up.

Jungkook did not say anything else. The song on his phone kept playing on a loop, and neither of you bothered to change it.

But twenty minutes later, the music suddenly became overwhelming. It failed to cover up the silence between you, and you became increasingly aware of it with each passing minute.

You glanced at Jungkook’s reflection in the mirror—his shoulders slumped as he sat on the edge of the tub, staring at the floor—and you knew he was still remembering that day six years ago.

“Well,” you finally spoke, “it seems like I lost all my jewellery.”

You weren’t honestly bothered by this very much. Most of the jewellery you’d brought on this tour wasn’t particularly valuable. You just wanted to fill the silence with something other than the uncomfortable memory in his head.

“I’m sure I still had a necklace in Copenhagen—the one with the cross pendant?—but I must have left it on the bus.” You aimlessly rummaged through your accessory bag. “Or maybe I lost it at one of the venues, or somewhere else... that we went...”

You could not find the end to your sentence, nervous all of a sudden. But Jungkook raised his head to listen to you. The expression on his face was dazed as if your voice had startled him awake from a slumber he didn’t realise he had fallen into.

He placed the box of tissues on the floor and stood up.

“You can have mine,” he said, reaching behind his neck to remove his shimmering silver chain with a pearl dangling from the clasp.

“Hm?” You turned around. “Oh, I was just saying things, you don’t really have to—”

“No.” He extended his palm with the necklace. “Here.”

“Oh—”

“Actually, let me put it on you,” he asked. He gently touched your shoulder to turn you around, so you were facing the mirror again.

“Okay.” You hoped the goosebumps on your skin weren’t visible when he stopped behind you and placed the necklace around your neck. “Thank you.”

He clasped it and looked at your reflection in the mirror. There were all sorts of odd sensations coursing back and forth in his blood as he still grappled with his memories while looking at you in your all-black outfit. His silver necklace around your neck stood out against the dark colour of your blouse.

Not even realising that he was speaking out loud, he whispered, “you look beautiful.”

The lightness of his breath against your cheek made your head spin a little as you glanced at yourself in the mirror.

You didn’t have time to fix your make-up properly after the concert and then the nosebleed made your eyes water, causing your eyeliner to smudge in a particularly dramatic way. You tried to do damage control but only made it worse, so you simply gave up. You were going to a party with musicians anyway; you could have messy eye make-up and still blend in with the crowd.

“Yeah?” you teased. “A bit like a wasted panda at a punk concert, no?”

Jungkook laughed—finally—and leaned his face into your shoulder. The scent of your perfume brought back the fluttering wings in his stomach.

He exhaled and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer until your back was pressed firmly against his chest.

He placed a lingering kiss on the side of your neck, then exhaled. “That’s just my type.”

Smiling, too, you ran one of your hands over his intertwined fingers on your waist. Your other hand instinctively touched the silver chain around your neck as you watched the reflection of the two of you in the mirror. You tried to control your breathing while he closed his eyes and hummed an unintelligible melody into your ear.

“Thank you,” you said softly. “Should we—um, should we go?”

Jungkook nodded but did not move or let go of you. Another minute later, he seemed to remember something and opened his eyes.

“Oh, let me get you water first,” he said. And quickly—because you were about to object—he added, “and then we’ll go. I promise.”

You sighed and nodded, allowing him to detach himself from you.

He returned to the bathroom less than a minute later with a water bottle from the mini-fridge. After you took a sip—and then four more or he threatened to keep you in the bathroom all night—he finally felt himself exhale in a way that wasn’t completely relieving, but it was close enough.

“Alright.” You placed the water bottle on the counter next to the sink. Feeling childish, you asked, “can we go now?”

He nodded and immediately extended his hand for you to take. But as soon as he did, he realised he probably shouldn’t do that. Despite everything that had happened between you in this hotel room, he couldn’t leave while holding your hand.

It was almost comical how awkward the two of you got right after that: he acted like he hadn’t reached for you. You acted like you hadn’t seen him reach for you. He acted like he hadn’t seen you see him.

Nodding yet again before the discomfort crushed you both, Jungkook stepped aside and allowed you to leave the bathroom first.

He followed after you, nudging his piercing with his teeth and tongue as he realised that he might not be entirely fine with others not knowing about you.

He wanted to hold your hand and for people not to stare at it.

He wanted to spend the night with you, away from the party, and not have people question where you were.

He wanted to keep you safe, to be the person you turned to when you weren’t feeling well, and he wanted you not to feel guilty about it.

He wanted this to be common knowledge, something that everyone would expect from the two of you.

He wanted—actually, no.

He didn’t really care about others.

What he really wanted was for you not to care, either.

When you and Jungkook arrived at the party, there was already a large crowd there. It was very hard to breathe with so many people packed into a space that wasn’t meant to hold them all. You were starting to wish you hadn’t worn a long-sleeved shirt.

And yet, being here also felt oddly comforting—because these were your people.

As soon as you came inside, you noticed a small group of Rated Riot’s staff members gathered around Luna. Despite her usual dislike for being the centre of attention, she had a very easy-going and approachable demeanour that always put others at ease. She seemed to get along with almost everyone here—including Jimin, who was laughing at something Luna had said and patting Taehyung on the back with excessive force, which earned him a glare from the bassist.

You smiled at the scene and glanced at the window where Seokjin was leaning against the windowsill with a few other staff members. You could hear him recount how he nearly tripped over a cable while setting the stage up for tonight’s performance. He was telling the story in a way so lively that he nearly knocked over a floor lamp with his hand. On the couch next to Seokjin, Yoongi and Namjoon were sharing a pair of earphones and listening to something on Yoongi’s phone.

Despite the room being so crowded that you could hardly take a step without knocking into someone’s shoulder or back, you still felt incredibly cosy. This was also helped, of course, by the fact that Jungkook was right beside you, his fingers brushing against yours every few seconds in a deliberate accident.

You realised suddenly that another reason why you felt so comfortable here was the absence of his friends. Either they skipped this party altogether, or no one had bothered to invite them.

Puzzled, you looked at Jungkook. He returned your gaze right away and, most unfortunately, smiled at you, effectively diverting your attention from whatever you had just been wondering about.

Perhaps that was all the better. You didn’t want to talk about Sid anyway. 

“Drinks?” Jungkook suggested. Before you could respond, his eyes suddenly widened, “shit, maybe you shouldn’t drink? I can get you some water—”

“I can drink,” you insisted, although, reasonably, you probably should have abstained from alcohol. “A glass or two is fine.”

He nodded, but lingered by your side, feeling a little awkward.

Quietly, so no one would accidentally overhear, he said, “I, uh—I have to go find the drinks. Will you be okay here?”

There was an amused smile on your lips. “I promise not to pass out from longing while you’re gone.”

Jungkook gave you a wry look.

“My little comedian,” he bit. “I’ll be right back. Stay here.”

You snickered and Jungkook recoiled like he had in your bathroom—he was already leaning in to kiss your cheek when he caught himself. Nodding in realisation, he turned on his axis and headed towards the small kitchenette in the back of the room.

In the meantime, you looked back at the rest of the people here and locked eyes with Luna. She nodded at you, wordlessly inviting you to join her.

Out of everyone in the room, there were only three girls—including you. And once you approached and greeted Luna with a hug (Maggie was occupied with finishing her glass of beer before Jimin could finish his), all three of you were in the same group of people.

The lack of female crew on tour was not intentional. A lot of Rated Riot’s creative team members and some of the label’s executive producers were women—bless them—but, unfortunately, they did not travel with the band on this tour. You were happy to at least have your friends with you.

Finally, Maggie set her empty glass down on the ground and high-fived you. She wasn’t drunk enough for hugs just yet, so this was her usual way of saying hello. Then, she filled you in on their conversation: apparently, there was a stray cat outside the venue that almost everyone had the chance to pet and take pictures of, until it attacked Taehyung and scratched his pants and ankles.

This explained Jimin’s unstoppable laughter and Taehyung’s subsequent glare—and also why Taehyung was uncomfortably stomping his feet in a borrowed pair of skinny jeans.  

“As soon as Luna tried to get the cat off of him—because, you know—Taehyung wouldn’t—stop turning in circles—and—screaming,” Jimin took over the story, clearly excited about the opportunity to retell it, even though he laughed every two words, “the cat relaxed completely—and even started to purr in her arms.”

“Cats can probably tell when people like them,” you teased.

Taehyung shook his head.

“I have nothing against cats,” he insisted. “I just prefer dogs. And I wasn’t screaming.”

He directed that last part at Jimin, who suffered another wave of childish delight and made you chuckle as well, simply because of how infectious the sound of his laughter was.

“You know what the real highlight of this trip to Amsterdam was?” Taehyung said, suddenly smug. “Jimin being too short for some of the rides at Efteling.”

You recognised the name of the amusement park—it featured in a lot of messages on your groupchat with the girls—and Jimin’s laughter abruptly ceased.

“Hey!” he objected. “I decided not to go on those rides. My height had nothing to do with it.”

“After you said five times in a row how much you wanted to go on them?”

“I changed my mind.”

You, Maggie, and Luna exchanged knowing looks. Taehyung and Jimin could bicker for weeks before getting distracted by a common target – usually Namjoon, whom they teamed up to tease together.

Before you started to work with Rated Riot, you’d never met a band that was as connected to their crew as the four members of Rated Riot, who treated everyone on tour like family.

And family noticed peculiar things about each other sometimes—like how Taehyung noticed that when Jungkook joined you, he handed you a paper cup of wine and whispered something in your ear. And how you turned to him as you listened, and suddenly the necklace around your neck reflected the light from the ceiling.

Taehyung recognised the necklace.

Really, he only noticed it because earlier in the day, he had mentioned to Jungkook how pretty the pearl on the clasp was.

Without saying anything, Taehyung turned to his girlfriend. Sensing his gaze on her, Luna looked back at him. Quickly, he glanced at you, then back at her again. She understood what he wanted right away.

She observed you for a minute—you were too distracted by Maggie, Jungkook, and Jimin who forced you to referee as they argued about which of them could chug their drink faster, so you didn’t notice Luna’s staring—but she couldn’t figure out what exactly Taehyung was implying.

He had to lean in closer and whisper to her, “she’s wearing Jungkook’s necklace.”

Immediately, Luna turned back to you with a massive grin.

Finally, as you took a sip of your wine, you caught her watching you. You raised your eyebrows questioningly, but just as you did, Jungkook leaned in to tell you something else, and Luna’s grin widened while your attention wavered.

Taehyung watched this with a slight furrow in his brow. Initially, he was a little bothered by Luna’s reaction—he could tell that she knew something more about this, given her complete lack of surprise to see you and Jungkook so close. But then he thought that was fair. You two were friends. Friends had secrets that their boyfriends couldn’t know.

This worried Taehyung, however. He waited for Luna to look back at him, hoping for some reassurance—“she’s your band’s manager, this is nothing, they’re just friends like everyone else here” would have been very nice—but it didn’t come. When his girlfriend finally met his eye, all she did was smile and squeeze his hand while shaking her head.

Oh, he realised. You and Jungkook were not just friends.

Meanwhile, Jungkook informed you that Hoseok had a box of unopened champagne bottles in the bathroom—in case you wanted something other than wine.

You did. Whatever was in your cup tasted more like artificial, bitter berry juice, with only a vague hint of grape flavour, rather than wine.

So, you glanced at Luna again—she kept on grinning at you suggestively—and then allowed Jungkook to lead you, subtly enough, towards the bathroom.

Everyone in your group was already discussing something else; namely, Seokjin’s stumble before Rated Riot’s set, which was another highlight of the day. No one really paid much attention to the two of you.

But Luna and Taehyung watched you leave.

Luna had figured out what happened between you on the bus. She could imagine where you’d been for the past two days. And she knew whose accessories you’d borrowed. And if she was aware of all this, then Taehyung would find out sooner or later. He could easily deduce things just by looking at her—their minds always seemed to be on the exact same wavelength.

But while Luna was excited, viewing the situation from the perspective of your closest friend, Taehyung was nervous. His perspective was different; he was the member of the band that you managed.  

And he wasn’t sure what your disappearance into the bathroom with Jungkook was supposed to mean.

Really, what this meant for you was that you wanted a different drink. Unfortunately, you and Jungkook were challenged with the task of opening the champagne bottle quietly, because you suspected there was a reason why Hoseok chose to keep it in the bathroom. You felt better pretending he’d simply forgotten to bring it to the main room, though.

“Maybe I should close the door,” you wondered aloud, “and wait on the other side while you open it? That way, I wouldn’t actually be aiding and abetting.”

Jungkook snorted. “You’re not getting out of this. And this isn’t a crime. The champagne is here. We’re here. That means we can drink it. Do you happen to have a knife?”

You raised your eyebrows. “A knife?”

“Yeah.” He waved the bottle around, then realised and clutched it tighter as if that would prevent the sparkling drink from pouring out once the bottle opened. “I can open it faster with a knife.”

“You don’t need a knife. You just hold the cork with one hand while you rotate the bottle back and forth with your other hand,” you explained, miming the gestures. “And it pops.”

Jungkook knew that much as he removed the foil from the neck of the bottle.

“But that’s so anticlimactic,” he complained. “No dramatics, nothing. It’s boring.”

“We’re trying to keep it quiet here,” you reminded him.

“Fine, I guess,” he relented, untangling the metal cage. “We’ll do it your way.”

It took him several minutes to get a proper hold on the cork. When he finally popped it—which was louder than either of you expected—he had already shaken the bottle too much, and the champagne immediately sprayed out on both of you despite his best attempts to prevent that from happening.

He cursed, dropping the cork in surprise from the force of its recoil as champagne poured over his fingers. You were both laughing and trying to shush each other as you leapt away from the puddle forming on the bathroom floor.

“Well.” He grabbed your paper cup to catch the champagne that was pouring out. Giving you a meaningful look, he added, “this has never happened to me before.”

You pushed his shoulder at the double-entendre and made him chuckle even harder.

You knew you were making quite a lot of noise, and you’d left the door open, too, but no one came to check on the two of you. Granted, the entrance to the bathroom was inside of a small hallway near the door of the hotel room, and it was partially hidden by a large Ficus plant. You couldn’t really be seen from the inside of Hoseok’s room. But just to be safe, you avoided turning on the light and used the flashlight on your phone instead.

However, since most of the champagne had spilt on the floor and you didn’t want to return to the party in case Hoseok noticed you were drinking the sacred Bathroom Champagne, you and Jungkook had to come up with an alternative spot to hang out in.

And you did—it was easy enough to find it.

Giggling like a pair of kindergartners, the two of you climbed into the bathtub and sat down with your backs turned at the door of the room, your shoulder touching his and your knees against your chest.

The space was cramped and uncomfortable for your limbs, but every few minutes the two of you would start laughing again, and being here didn’t really feel too bad.

“This has to be,” you said as you took a sip of the drink in your cup, “the weirdest place I’ve ever had champagne.”

“This is very romantic, actually,” Jungkook disagreed. “I mean, we have candlelight.” He lifted your phone, meaning the flashlight. “We have champagne.” He clinked his paper cup against yours and then paused while you snickered. “And it’s just the two of us here. I have everything I want right in this bathtub.”

He saw you resisting and failing as an involuntary smile spread across your lips, and he felt his own expression mirroring yours.

You watched each other and listened to the music and the chatter of your friends outside the bathroom—so far away from where you were.

And then he leaned in.

It was risky—he knew that much; he could see the open bathroom door through his peripherals—and he would have stopped immediately if he sensed your hesitation or lack of consent. But you closed your eyes instead, dizzy from how close he was and how much you wanted him to be even closer.

He heard you inhale shakily and waited until you were the one to press your lips to his. He kissed you back immediately, savouring the addictive softness of your lips and tasting the bubbles on your tongue.

He was just reaching to touch your cheek when his hand slipped and he smacked his elbow into the unexpectedly sharp edge of the tub. Hissing into the kiss, he pulled away, and you had to bite your lip to keep from laughing.

“No, you’re right,” you said. “This is definitely very romantic.”

“Oh, no, this is all part of the experience,” he insisted, clutching his arm. “Why bother with romantic dinners and restaurants—honestly, why even travel to Paris, when you can have champagne and the thrill of possibly breaking a bone right in your own bathtub? The lights on The Eiffel Tower can’t compare to the millions of sparkles that I feel in my elbow right now. And this tiled wall is a delightful sight as well, especially that questionable stain right there.”

The more you laughed, the more grandiose his voice became. And when you leaned into his arm, overcome with amusement, it occurred to him that he was feeling the happiest he had felt in a very long time.

This happiness nearly overwhelmed him. And he suddenly felt very unworthy of it.

There was guilt in the back of his mind. Despite his efforts not to let it seep into his consciousness, he could still remember the bet. He felt as if he was enjoying these moments with you on borrowed time. On stolen time. On time that didn’t really belong to him.

But he couldn’t say anything.

You were tired and overworked. But here with him, you finally seemed relaxed.

And when you raised your head, gripping his arm for support, you smiled as you plotted to replace the champagne before Hoseok discovered it was gone.

The look in your eyes was warm and soft and happy, and he was going to drown in this bathtub without any water whatsoever if he didn’t kiss you again right now.

You’d asked him before if that conversation could wait.

Perhaps it could—just a little more.

Of course, you couldn’t stay in the bathroom forever. Eventually, someone would need to use it or notice you two were missing. You had to rejoin the rest of your friends as if you hadn’t just finished two bottles of champagne by yourselves (the second one opened much more easily because, despite Jungkook’s complaints, you were the one who popped the cork).

When you returned to the party, you tried to persuade Jungkook to avoid each other for a little while. Even though you promised not to leave this party without finding him first, he was still reluctant to let you out of his sight. However, he agreed to split up after locking eyes with Seokjin’s raised eyebrows.

Seokjin wasn’t suspicious. He just needed your assistance. The second you glanced at him, he grabbed you and pulled you aside to help mediate an argument he was having with Namjoon.

Jungkook lingered somewhere in the middle of the room, smiling to himself like a lunatic on his first journey to the planet Earth.

“Hey,” a voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts. Jungkook didn’t know how long he’d been standing there, but he turned to find Taehyung behind him. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

Worry was evident on his friend’s face and Jungkook instinctively looked around. Luna appeared to be fine, she was looking through something on Maggie’s camera. Tipsy, Jungkook wasn’t able to come up with another reason why Taehyung would worry.

“Uh—” he turned to his bandmate again. “Of course. What’s up?”

“Outside maybe,” Taehyung said.

Blinking because the champagne and your kisses had really slowed his mind down, Jungkook asked, “outside where? In the hallway?”

The older member shrugged, not particularly concerned about the specific location as long as it was away from everyone else. “Sure.”

Jungkook nodded, confused, but not yet alarmed. “Alright.”

He followed Taehyung out of the room and looked back once more to find you in the crowd of people. Just as you smiled at him, Taehyung shut the door with a lot more force than Jungkook thought was necessary.

The hallway was empty, except for the two of them. Jungkook arched his eyebrows and turned to look at the older boy.

“Okay, listen,” Taehyung said awkwardly. “To be honest, I don’t really know where to begin, so I’m not sure how this will go.”

He stared at the carpeted floors as he walked further away from Jungkook. The younger boy leaned his back against the wall next to Hoseok’s door.

“Take your time,” he encouraged calmly.

The peace in his voice was enough to irritate Taehyung, and he asked right away, “are you back together?”

He didn’t dare to mention you by name, but he didn’t have to. He could tell that Jungkook understood from the way his eyes lit up with something.

“No,” Jungkook replied, cautious now that he realised what this conversation was going to be about. “We’re not.”

“Look…” Taehyung started, then stopped again. Not only did he witness you both going to the bathroom together, but he also saw you emerge almost an hour later, giddy and trying very hard to pretend to be hanging out with everyone but each other. He went on, “I admit that I’m not as close to her as you are. And I don’t know the full details of your, uh—relationship. But she—neither of you look like you know what you’re doing right now. Maybe she’s too polite to say anything to you. You shouldn’t take advantage of that.”

Jungkook was surprised. Then appalled. He was expecting to maybe get scolded. He wasn’t expecting an accusation—or whatever this was supposed to be, because it certainly sounded like Taehyung was blaming him for using you.

“I don’t—I’m not taking advantage of her,” he said. “I’m not doing anything that she would—nothing that would seem like—it’s all been—”

The older boy listened to him stutter for a minute and then finally interjected.

“All I’m asking,” he said, “is if you’re serious about this. Or if you see it as a casual hook-up. Something you can get away with because we’re in Europe.”

Jungkook tightened his grip on his cup. There was still some champagne left, but he couldn’t bring himself to lift it to his lips and swallow right now, even though his throat was dry.

“It’s not a casual hook-up,” he said.

“So, you’re serious,” Taehyung concluded. His face seemed to relax a little at this—if this was serious, he would have had no problem with it. “That’s—”

“To be fair,” Jungkook cut in. “I actually—I don’t know what we are.”

The older boy frowned again. “How can you not know?”

“We haven’t—we didn’t talk about it.”

Taehyung pressed his index finger to his forehead in a sign of growing frustration. It wasn’t a scratch or a rub, he just touched a spot there—as if pressing the ‘off’ button—and took a breath.

“Jungkook,” he said, unsettling the younger boy with his tranquil tone. “You can do your thing. That’s fine because you’re still really good at your job. It’s all great. But whatever the two of you are? Whatever you haven’t talked about? That could affect all of us. The whole band. Not just the band, actually, but everyone in that room.”

He pointed at Hoseok’s door as he spoke. The gesture was unnecessary, yet it amplified the significance of his words. Jungkook already felt like a rock had started to weigh him down the second Taehyung mentioned you. Not to mention, he couldn’t find a proper way to defend himself as the bassist seemed to think that he was just playing with you.

Struggling, Jungkook tried to clarify, “I’m not—okay, look, you can’t—no one can—”

“I won’t tell anyone,” Taehyung said, somehow understanding his primary concern. “I’m just talking to you. Or asking, actually. What are you doing?”

“I-I—okay.” Jungkook closed his eyes for a second. He felt like he had to tell him everything right here and now. There was no other way to answer his questions, after all. And, to be fair, Jungkook was a little concerned that Taehyung would approach you about this if he found his answers unsatisfactory. “There’s, uh... something else. But you absolutely cannot mention this to anyone.”

“Alright. What is it?”

“I made a bet with Sid,” Jungkook said. “And Jude.”

Cautious, Taehyung asked, “a bet? What kind of bet?”

Jungkook inhaled deeply and stole a glimpse at his friend before looking down again. “About me and—okay, before you react—because I can tell that you’re seething—”

Taehyung shook his head at the interjection. He couldn’t control his reactions and he didn’t bother trying.

“Just tell me what the bet is about,” he said. It sounded like an order—which, coming from Taehyung, also sounded like a threat.

“They said I couldn’t get back together with her,” Jungkook said.

He didn’t finish, but he didn’t really need to say anything else. Taehyung put the pieces together in his mind.

He concluded, “and you said you would.”

Jungkook crossed his arms over his chest. “Right.”

“Mmhmm.” The veins on Taehyung’s neck protruded dangerously as he looked around the hallway before fixing his gaze on Jungkook again. “And?”

“A-and I tried to get out of this,” Jungkook said, “but I can’t.”

“Why not?” Taehyung questioned. “What do you lose if you don’t win the bet?”

“The Katana. But that’s not—”

The older member widened his eyes in evident disbelief. “You’re scared to lose your motorcycle?!”

The way he said it was as if “motorcycle” was a synonym for a “used napkin.” Jungkook felt himself shrink into the wall.

“No, that’s what I’m saying—I’m—I mean, I don’t want to lose it, because this makes no sense, it’s just a stupid bet,” he tried to explain, tripping over his words. He wasn’t sure if he was making any sense—judging from Taehyung’s expression, he wasn’t—but he still added, “but what I’m really scared to lose is her.”

“So, you’re back together?” Taehyung clarified.

“No.”

The older boy paused, trying very hard to comprehend and rationalise this as his mind refused to grasp the nonsensical information.

“And, of course, she doesn’t know about the bet?” he asked again.

Jungkook felt like a failing student. “One condition of the bet was that we wouldn’t tell her.”

“There were conditions to this bet,” Taehyung said with a sarcastic laugh. “Of course.”

Jungkook clenched his jaw. He had thought that things weren’t going well for him, considering his incessant doubts and fears. But now, in retrospect, he realised that he had managed to live in denial quite successfully until now.

“Yeah, so—” he started to say, but Taehyung cut him off by lifting his hand as he still struggled to make sense of this mess.

“And why does Sid even want your bike?” the older member asked. “Doesn’t he have money pouring out of his ears?”

He had a valid point, of course, but Jungkook was already feeling very uncomfortable, so he mumbled childishly, “I don’t know.”

“Hmm. Well, let me make a wild guess here,” Taehyung said before he made a very accurate guess. “He knows it’s important to you. That’s the only reason why he wants it.”

Jungkook gritted his teeth. “Mmhmm. Probably.”

With his hands on his hips in a hopeless attempt to remain calm, Taehyung asked, “do you have a time limit for this exciting bet? Or will it continue until the tour ends?”

“No, it’s—two weeks,” Jungkook replied, avoiding his friend’s eyes. “I have about six days left.”

“Right. Six days left,” Taehyung repeated with a certain derision that made Jungkook tighten his grip around himself.

He was aware of the hole he’d dug for himself, and he was also aware that he had willingly jumped into it. But seeing Taehyung’s almost hostile stance scared him a little. If his friend reacted like this, how would you react?

Hesitantly, Jungkook admitted, “I, uh—to be honest, I don’t know what to do.”

Taehyung blinked at him like he’d never heard a more ignorant thing in his whole life.

“I see,” he said with relative serenity, considering all that he was about to unleash on the younger member. “I don’t know who dropped you on your head when you were a baby, but you’re acting like a complete fucking idiot right now. What the hell do you mean, you don’t know what to do?! You tell her about the fucking bet, that’s what you do!”

If there was one distinct thing about Taehyung—besides his fashion taste and the way cats tended to dislike him for some reason—it was that he didn’t curse. This was odd for a rock musician perhaps, but Jungkook winced at the swear words, even more so when the echo reverberated through the empty hallway.

In a panicked tone, he said, “okay, don’t yell—”

“How can I not yell when you’re about to—okay,” Taehyung stopped. He didn’t yell a lot, either, unless the situation called for it. And this one did very much call for it. But he knew that you were in the room right behind this door. You didn’t know about the bet, and this wasn’t the way you should have found out about it.

Taehyung took a breath and then spoke up in a more composed manner, “it’s one thing to sabotage the whole band. But her feelings are a completely different matter. You’re going to hurt her.”

Somehow, Jungkook seemed to lean even more heavily against the wall—as if it could absorb him if he concentrated hard enough.

“I’m—I don’t want that,” he said, the words catching in his throat. “I’m not trying to do that.”

“You have to tell her. I don’t know what else to say to you,” Taehyung finished. “You have to tell her before the time for your bet is up.”

Jungkook was quiet. He’d made the bet over a week ago, but now was the first time he found himself truly dreading the potential consequences of his decision. Now was the first time these consequences felt so real, so inevitable.

And the longer he wasted time not telling you about it—despite convincing himself that he should, that there was no other way—the more terrified he became to lose all that he had built with you. All that he had rebuilt. Especially during the past few days in Amsterdam.

Taehyung suddenly broke the silence by adding, “or I will.”

Jungkook raised his head. “What?”

“You tell her,” Taehyung said, “or I will.”

“I just asked you to—fuck.” The younger member pushed himself off the wall and turned to face it so he wouldn’t have to look at Taehyung. “I know that I have to—fuck. Fuck. Okay, I just—I’ll tell her.”

Softer now, because Jungkook’s decision was laced with unmistakable fear and pain, Taehyung said, “she deserves to know. You can’t play with people like that.”

“I know.” Jungkook kept his forehead pressed against the wall as he stared at the carpet. “This wasn’t supposed to get serious.”

Taehyung couldn’t help scoffing.

“Be reasonable,” he said. “How could it not get serious? You made a bet out of your relationship.”

“Technically, I made a bet out of going on a date with her,” Jungkook explained, but even he could tell that this was hardly better. He squeezed his eyes shut. “Those assholes wouldn’t let me off. They forced me into this—”

“Forced you into it?” Taehyung cut him off, mocking. “An adult who has legs and can stand up and just fucking leave? How exactly did they force you?”

Cringing again, Jungkook raised his head just so he could shake it.

“You don’t get it,” he said. Sighing, he turned around to look at Taehyung. “You’ve never—”

“I do get it,” he disagreed, taking a step closer and pointing a finger at Jungkook. Everything about his posture indicated that this wasn’t a concerned warning anymore. Now it really was a threat. “You made a mistake. Fix it.”

As soon as Jungkook lowered his eyes in miserable defeat, Taehyung pulled back and returned to the door. He gave Jungkook one more look before opening it and walking inside.

Jungkook simmered in self-hate—and a dash of self-pity—for another minute as he finished his champagne. It had been sitting in his cup for too long, and tasted dry and stale and nothing like you.

He wondered in a brief moment of intense despair, if this was how he would always feel once he lost you.

The unpleasant taste still lingered in his mouth when he went back inside. It only seemed to get worse when he noticed you on the armrest of the couch next to the rest of his bandmates.

For the first time in Jungkook’s life, the sight of your smile when you saw him didn’t excite him. It didn’t draw him closer.

It was the reason he stopped breathing. The reason he looked away and walked in the opposite direction.

He’d tell you. He’d have to.

But not tonight. Not in Amsterdam.

He wanted to have one good memory before he tore it all down.

chapter title credits: bad omens, “the death of peace of mind”

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[anotherspnfanfic]

Surprise Visits

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x reader

Word count: 2400

Warnings: seizure, epileptic reader, possible inaccuracies

Summary: Eddie shows up unexpectedly. Reader is glad he did for more than one reason.

A/N: This is only my second time writing for Eddie and last time it was a co-write. I did a whole bunch of research and had some proof reading from the lovely @thatonewriter15 and @muchamusedaboutnothing. Hopefully this is a somewhat accurate representation... 🤞🏻

Trudging up the stairs towards her apartment, she cursed the elevators for being broken. All she wanted to do was collapse into her bed and sleep for two days. Unfortunately, that was impossible since it was only Wednesday and she had an important meeting first thing in the morning.

Passing the third floor, she considered if she was going to eat before she went to bed. She was starving, but cooking seemed like too much effort and time. Then she considered having something delivered but guessed that would take even longer than cooking. She decided to just eat a spoonful of peanut butter so that she wasn’t battling hunger while trying to fall asleep.

Finally reaching the fifth floor, she exited the stairwell and took the four steps to her door. It was a small victory for climbing the stairs— at least she didn’t have further to go once she got to her floor.

She unlocked the door and pushed it open. Immediately, she dumped her purse, jacket, and laptop case on the floor beside the door before pulling her shoes off one at a time to drop in the pile.

Rounding the corner into the living room, she gasped. Her favorite scented candle was lit on the coffee table next to several containers of Chinese take-out. Eddie stood from the couch as she approached.

“What are you doing here?” she asked as she let herself fall into his embrace.

He pecked a kiss to her temple as he pulled back to look at her. “You sounded a little overwhelmed when you called earlier. So I had Buck take Christopher for the night, and I brought you dinner.”

Tears welled in her eyes as she was overcome with emotions. “I love you. You are the best. I was about to eat some peanut butter because I’m too exhausted to cook or wait for delivery.”

“And let me guess, you’ve barely eaten anything all day?” he chastised.

She shrugged. “I had a bagel for breakfast.”

He pulled her over to sit on the couch. “I’m glad I came then.”

“I’m really glad you did.” She grabbed a fortune cookie while he started to open the other containers. “Are you staying all night?”

He nodded. “I’m all yours. Buck is taking Christopher to the zoo tomorrow.” He dumped some rice on the plates he’d gotten out of the kitchen. “Chicken, beef, or shrimp?”

“Some of each, please.” She set the fortune cookie back down as she stood. ”I’m gonna go change out of these work clothes. I’ll be right back.”

Before Eddie could even finish dishing up the food, she returned in sweats and a shirt she’d stolen from him.

As she sat back down, she picked up and opened the fortune cookie. She pulled out the piece of paper. “‘Life will soon become interesting,’” she read. “I think it’s already plenty interesting.”

Eddie chuckled. “Yeah, where’s the one that says we get a vacation soon?”

He finished adding everything to their plates as she flipped on the television and started an episode of How I Met Your Mother.

They ate in a comfortable silence and had finished before the twenty-minute episode had ended. He set the mostly-empty plates on the table, and she shifted to curl in against his side while he wrapped his arm snugly around her shoulder.

As the credits rolled, he asked, “Bed or another episode?”

She yawned. “One more. I’m probably going to fall asleep, but I’m comfy.”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead as the TV rolled over into a new episode on its own. “As you wish, mi amor.”

She had just started to doze off when, suddenly, she was overcome with a familiar, distinct, full-body tingling sensation along with intense nausea. She quickly shifted to leaning forward on the edge of her seat. “Oh, no. No, no, no.”

Eddie reached out and placed a tentative hand between her shoulder blades. “What’s wrong?”

She stood and moved over to the empty dining room, which she kept devoid of a table and other furniture precisely for this reason. “Seizure,” she stated as calmly as she could before lying down in the middle of the floor.

“Oh, uh, okay.” Eddie was surprised, but quickly stood. He grabbed a blanket from the recliner and moved to sit beside her. He knew about her epilepsy and the medications she took for it. However, in the eighteen months they’d been dating, she’d never had a seizure. He lifted her head to slide the folded blanket underneath.

She let out a quiet whimper before her eyelids fluttered closed.

“Okay. You’re okay. I got you.” He pulled out his phone, opened the timer, and set it on the floor. He continued to whisper soft reassurances to her and started the timer as soon as she started to seize.

Despite his training and having treated patients with seizures at work, he couldn’t help but notice the way his hands shook as he carefully kept her rolled on her side. “You’re okay,” he repeated, more to reassure himself than anything. He continued to repeat it several more times as he waited for her to stop.

He felt his anxiety spike again as he watched the timer hit four minutes. He thought about what time it was, trying to figure out which shift was manning the 118 currently. He knew if she hit five minutes, he would have to call 9-1-1. As the timer rolled past four and a half minutes, her movements finally began to slow. He breathed a sigh of relief and pushed some hair out of her face as she stilled. Next, he used the corner of the blanket to wipe the saliva that had dribbled out.

For his own peace of mind, he checked her pulse, satisfied that it was steady and only slightly tachy. Next, he counted her breaths, ensuring her breathing was also back to normal. Then he sat there, running his fingers gently through her hair, and waited for her to wake.

Finally, after several minutes of anxiously waiting, she groaned.

“Hey, sweetheart. You with me?”

Slowly, she cracked her eyes open and looked around for several moments before finally landing on his face. She was clearly confused and still disoriented.

“You’re okay. You just had a seizure,” he explained. “Do you remember feeling it coming on?”

She thought for a minute before finally nodding. Groaning again, she rolled onto her back and threw an arm over her face. “Trash,” she slurred.

Eddie shifted away to grab the trash can sitting in the corner and move it beside her. “Do you want to sit up?”

“Not yet.” She lied there, trying to regain her bearings.

He took her hand in his and ran his thumb softly over her knuckles. “Anything I can do?”

“Mmmm, make the jackhammer in my head stop? And the nausea, too.” She rolled back onto her side before starting to push herself into a sitting position and pulling the trash can between her knees. “This blows.”

Leaning forward, he placed a chaste kiss on her temple. “I know. I’m sorry. Do you want something for the headache?”

“Not yet. I don’t want to puke it right back up.”

She didn’t know how long she sat there, taking slow, deep breaths in an attempt to clear the nausea. All the while, Eddie rubbed soothing circles across her back. The soreness was already starting to settle in all her muscles. Eventually, she pushed away the trash can and leaned into him.

“Ya know, this isn’t the kind of interesting I was hoping for. Stupid fortune cookie,” she grumbled.

“Me either. You think you’re ready to move?” he asked as he wrapped his arms around her gently.

“Yeah.” She nodded. He stood, and she reached a hand out for him. “Help me up?”

Instead of pulling her up, he bent down and slid one arm under her knees and the other around her back and easily lifted her. He walked slowly towards her bedroom, cautious of making the nausea worse, then set her gently on the bed. “What do you need?”

“Uh, I will take that Tylenol now. Plus, water and some Advil for in the morning, and the trash can by the bed,” she listed, then, with a pout, added, “Please?”

“Okay, I’ll be right back.”

She laid back into her pillows as she waited for him to return. Next thing she knew, she was peeling her eyes open to find Eddie beside her, rubbing a hand across her head.

“Here, take these and then you can go to sleep.” He handed her the pills and then opened a bottle of water before offering that as well.

Once she’d swallowed them, she took a few deep breaths to clear the flare of nausea. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” He pressed another kiss to her hairline.

“As much as seizures suck, it’s really nice having you here to help. I’ve just slept on the floor in there so many times because I just didn’t have the energy to move.”

“I’m glad I was here. I hate that you’ve had to go through that alone.”

“I hate that I have to go through it at all.” She sighed. “And I just broke my longest streak. At least I didn’t try to take a chunk out of my tongue.”

“Ouch.”

She nodded. “Yeah, one time, I had to get stitches from biting it so bad.”

He cringed. “That sounds awful.”

“Mmhmm,” she hummed, eyes fluttering closed. “Work is really going to suck tomorrow.”

“No, it won’t.” Eddie argued. ”You’re taking the rest of the week off.”

“I can’t!’ she declared, opening her eyes and leaning forward. “I have too many things to get done and a meeting first thing that we’ve been working toward for three weeks.”

“You just had a seizure,” he pointed out the obvious. “For the first time in, what, two years? And a long one at that. You were about twenty seconds away from a trip to the hospital. You don’t think your stress levels had something to do with this?” His tone was one of frustration, but she could tell he was just worried.

She sighed, knowing he was right. “Maybe.”

Eddie climbed into the other side of the bed and settled nearly in the middle. “So take the long weekend. Just relax and get some rest. Doctor’s orders.”

Shifting to curl into his side, she giggled. “You’re not a doctor.”

He huffed. “Medic’s orders. Is that better? Or I can call a doctor.”

“Don’t you dare.”

Rolling impossibly closer to her, he pressed one more kiss to her forehead. “Good night, mi amor.”

When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was her alarm clock. She was surprised to find it was nearly ten already. Slowly, she shifted onto her back and turned her head to look at the other side of the bed. She found Eddie sitting on the bed, scrolling through his phone.

“Good morning,” he greeted as he noticed she was awake. “How’re you feeling?”

“I’m okay. Just a bit sore. Which is pretty much what I expected.” She took Eddie’s hand in hers. “And maybe a little grateful that I got to sleep in and I don’t have to get up and go to work.”

He lifted her hand to kiss her knuckles. “You needed it.”

“Oh, shit!” she panicked. “I didn’t call. I missed the meeting. I’m gonna get fired!”

Eddie shushed her. “I called. Just breathe. It’s okay. I called earlier and talked to your boss. He knows you’ll be out today and tomorrow and told me to tell you to take Monday also, if you need to.”

She took a deep breath and let herself relax. “Okay. Thank you.”

“Of course. How about some breakfast?”

“Mmm. Yes, please.”

Eddie let go of her hand and got up off the bed. “Stay there. I’ll be right back.”

He disappeared out of the room, and she could hear him moving around her kitchen. A few minutes later, he returned with a plate and set it on the bed in front of her.

She looked up at him, surprised. “Since when do you make omelettes?”

“Uhh, well, never?” He laughed. “I may have called in reinforcements. Bobby dropped it off earlier. I just reheated it according to his very direct instructions.”

“Eddie! I could have just had some cereal or something. You didn’t need to make him drive over here so early on his day off.” She reached over to grab her phone off the nightstand.

“I figured you could use real food. I was going to order delivery, but Bobby offered.”

“Why would he have offered?” She opened Bobby’s contact to send him a thank you text. “Oh. You told him about last night.”

“I couldn’t fall asleep. Then they were all texting in the group thread. So when they asked why I was still up, I told them. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have without asking you first.”

“No, it’s fine. It’s not like my epilepsy is a secret. They’re your—our— friends. I’m sure I would have told them anyway.”

He nodded. “Okay. Eat and then you can go back to sleep for a bit. If you want.”

She cut a piece off the omelette and ate it. As she chewed, she spoke, “Bobby says we’re invited over there for dinner if I’m feeling up to it. I told him we would let them know a little later today.”

“Sounds like a good plan to me.”

She took another bite of her food. “Aren’t you going to eat?”

Shaking his head, he explained, “I ate earlier.”

“Oh, right.” She glanced at the clock. “I forgot it was so late already.”

“Anything else I can get for you?”

She contemplated for a moment. “Umm, maybe a glass of apple juice?”

He disappeared from the room with a simple nod.

Soon after he returned, she finished her omelette and he took the plate into the kitchen.

“Did you want to go back to sleep?” he asked.

“How about a shower and then a movie on the couch?” she countered, throwing off the blankets she was still tucked under. As she stood, dizziness flared, causing her to sway slightly before sitting back down.

Eddie was in front of her instantly, steadying her. “How about a bath instead?”

“Sounds perfect.”

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¡ purely nonsense , chapter one ♥︎ !

“ ⭒.‧ i don’t even know , im talking nonsense ‧. ⭒ “

prologue — 01 — 02 — more to come 🥥

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 !¡ slight sexism in the beginning – that’s all i believe !

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@ — christopher sturniolo and y/n carpenter spark romance rumors after mentions in the ‘cut the cameras’ podcast + carpenters follow back !

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@ sturnconsiderate : i have never shipped harder

@ stang3rr : why can’t she be alone for ONCE 💀

@ sturatiolo : he’s literally a fan like the rest of us 😭

@ randomuhh : dick rider (literally🤢)

@ y/nscupcake : no one move what’s going on😀

@ hat333r : another hollywood slut anyway

@ singl3 : uhh since when do A list celebs interact with D listers 😒

@ y/nsmusical : oh

@ y/nsmusical : damn do i look hot in that pic😮‍💨

@ user231 : she’s always jumping from relationships wtf

@ ynslovee3 : it’s a fake relationship they’re jus trying to make the triplets ride off of her fame 🤮🤮

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* ⋆ . · ⋆ “chris, chris wake up!” nick banged on his little brothers door, before his hands ran through his fluffy blonde hair and tugged at the strands manically.

chris let out a groan of annoyance from being pulled out of his sweet dream, but still complied. just barely opening the door, nick pushed his way through to stand in the middle of the room and point an accusing finger at him.

“i didn’t do it.” chris immediately defended. nick furrowed his eyebrows at that, “do.. what? no that’s not why i’m– wait what’d you do?” he stood leant on one hip, crossing his arms.

chris strugged, not sure what to say. it was 4:30 pm and he was barely waking up, he hadn’t had a chance to even attempt to do something if he wanted.

matt came rushing in, but he wasn’t being able to catch his own speed and ended up face planting on chris’s mattress.

“what.. the fuck is wrong with both of you?” over time, chris became used to both of his brothers antics, but for both of them to act panicked at the same time was worrisome.

“did–“ matt flipped himself over, laying on his elbows, “–did you see who followed you?” chris held a confused face. no, he didn’t see who followed him, why would he need to? many fangirls would follow him at a time so he never bothered to go through the list.

he shook his head no.

nick did a drumroll motion, patting his thighs as matt began giggling like a mad man. “are you on drugs?” chris accused. he nervously laughed, not sure what was going on.

“possibly..” nick shrugged. “but give me your phone!” he demanded. chris pulled it out from his pocket, he was unsure of the intentions but still passed it over to him.

“wait, i wanna do it!” matt patted his hands against the bed as he whined like a child. nick rolled his eyes, tossing the phone on the bed. matt unlocked his brothers phone from there, opening instagram.

he went to the ‘followers’ tab and typed a couple times before turning the phone to show off what he had only discovered earlier that day.

chris was only more confused, leaning forward to get a better view of the screen. nothing seemed out of the ordinary, he was aware many y/n fan pages followed hi– oh my fucking god.

his eyes widened and his throat suddenly seemed drier than a desert. chris felt like he could barely breathe as his eyes re-read the same text over and over.

at the top of y/n pages, sat his dream girls actual account, a blue check mark confirming it was indeed her.

how the fuck did this happen– when did this happen? chris missed and accidentally ignored many things, but he’d never miss his idol clicking the follow-back button.

if it was some kind of mistake, he was glad it happened to him.

“chris.. you okay?” nick chuckled at his youngest brothers reaction. he couldn’t even nod, it was like time froze only him and he was still wide eyed at the phone.

matt slowly pulled the phone down, but chris quickly snatched it back and brought it to his face. he clicked on the page just to be sure, and to no one’s surprise it was actually you.

“oh my god.” he whispered to no one but himself. chris had been dreaming about the day she’d notice him legitimately since he was eleven and declared to be the guy to never break her heart.

despite y/n being a year older than him, he still felt they would be a great pair. the only problem? well, she were busy with acting and tours and he was just some random kid with a fanpage from boston.

“what do i do?” he looked up, eyes flicking from nick to matt as he waited for an answer. “what can you even do besides have a panic attack and fangirl?” matt joked.

chris glared at him, “this is not a joking matter, matthew.” he seethed out, already protective of this fact.

“i’d say message her ‘hi’, but she probably gets that every single day from guys” nick suggested. chris ran his right hand through his unbrushed hair, “i need a pepsi.” he sighed out.

chris exited the room, with nick and matt following behind in his trail. thoughts were racing as he opened the fridge in search for his favorite drink.

‘was this a sign from the gods above?’

‘oh my god is this soulmate behavior?’

‘damn i should’ve listened to that one folklore song better when nick played it– one single thread of gold.. fuck i don’t know!’

“chris!” matt raised his voice, something he rarely did. the boy quickly turned to his brother, humming out a ‘hm?’ as he closed the fridge with a cold pepsi in his hand.

“were you listening to me?”

“no.” he opened the drink, taking a long sip.

matt just rolled his eyes at him, “i said when her album comes out you can just post a pic on your story with one of the songs. she’s bound to see it.” chris shook his head disapprovingly, “too long to wait, another man could snatch her up during within then.”

nick scoffed, “she’s not a piece of meat, nor actually yours, you know what right?” chris was taken aback by this, and by what nick was trying to say, “i didn’t mean it in that way!”

nick just nodded, for once not wanting to carry on an argument. they stood in silence for a minute before an idea popped up in chris’s head. “what if.. i just message her a ‘hi’? it’d be perfect!” he cheered himself on.

“that.. that was the original plan..” nick cocked his head to the side, “thought we crossed it off th–“

chris shushed him, already pulling out his phone to re-open instagram. his plan was already cut short when the first post was about ‘romance rumors’ between the both of them.

he couldn’t help but be too intrigued by what people could’ve been saying to not open the comment section. many were supportive, saying they’d ship or that the two of them were cute, if it were true. chris felt awfully disgusted as he read through the hateful parts, though.

that’s when he saw it. y/n saw the post, and even commented. she didn’t comment addressing anything big, just a quick ‘i look good’ and left it all to simmer between fans.

chris wouldn’t disagree, she did look rather fantastic in the picture they used. it was next to a pic of him, ‘if only it was real’ he thought.

remembering the original goal, he left the comment section and went to the messaging tab.

he typed her user, and went to their empty conversation. ‘hey’ filled the message bar, taking place right next to the send button.

chris was already second guessing this. maybe the follow back was actually a mistake and later she’d realize and take it back. oh god chris hoped not, not only would that be embarrassing but he’d probably, no definitely, sulk over it for months.

“i can’t do it.” chris shook his head. both his brothers looked at him, highly confused with where the little kid excitement went, “what do you mean you can’t do it?” they said simultaneously.

“i just– i can’t do it.” he repeated. “do you want me to?” matt offered. maybe it was triplet telepathy, or maybe because chris’s breathing was getting too heavy, but he could tell chris was beginning to hyperventilate over this.

he held the phone out for his brother to take, now it was in matt’s grasp. he looked over the message and decided it was too little to be sent out.

matt typed for a moment before clicking send and exited the app. “don’t even look at it, just wait patiently and she’ll see it.” he instructed, handing the phone back to chris.

“i’ve waited nine years, i can wait a couple hours for a response.” chris played his worries off, chugging the rest of his pepsi to calm him.

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a couple hours turned into a week and a half of no reply on y/ns side. it was definitely a bad time to message her, as she spent the week adding finishing touches to the album and couldn’t even think to interact with anyone on any social media platform.

she laid on beige couch in her studio room, humming the sweet tune of the most recent completed song, ‘read your mind’. madison beer, one of her close industry friends, and occasional co-writer was seated on the other side of the room, strumming the shared pink guitar so she could layer the noises all together.

“isn’t this crazy?” she questioned. madison looked over at the blonde, “what’s crazy?” y/n shrugged and picked her manicured nails, “just how fast everythings moving, you know? like yesterday i was an overworked teenager and now i’m releasing a free-willed pop album? crazy!”

“babe,” madison chuckled, “you still are an overworked teenager.” she reminded. y/n rolled her eyes, but held a smile to show she wasn’t actually upset.

“i just mean– like these are such fast times, i can’t even process feelings normally without anyone wanting the inside scoop.”

y/n rested back on the couch before springing up with wide eyes. judging by madison’s expression, it was clear the pop girls were thinking the same thing.

“get on that fucking chair, lemme hook up the mic!” madison swung back around to face the computer. she worked on setting the mic up as y/n excitingly twirled in the seat next to her, thinking of lyric ideas.

they stayed in the same position for almost an hour. y/n sang whatever decent line came to mind as madison re-wrote the lines she thought fit well together.

once the two had a majority of the song down they decided to call it a day, knowing they’d be back to finish it tomorrow.

“oh, he’s cute!” madison commented, slightly leaned over the cars console to see the phonescreen. y/n was back to mindlessly scrolling through tiktok again, except this time accidentally left her phone open to repeat another thirst trap as she zoned out.

“yeah, he’s.. alright.” she partially agreed. the tiktoker was cute, but definitely not close to her type in any means. “you good?” y/n nodded as a response.

her gaze remained on the passing cars in front of her, “should i delete social media?” she questioned aloud. madison’s mouth open and closed, the green light turning red- almost like it was a sign.

“why would you do that?” the brunette turned her head with a puzzled look. y/n switched her gaze back to her phone, “i can’t even follow someone without getting accused of sleeping with them, plus i just.. need a break.”

madison nodded her head, “well, if you need a break then i can’t stop you, your choice.”

her foot stepped on the gas, driving down the road as y/n debated between decisions. she decided on just doing a quick swipe through her message requests for any collaboration offers before just muting the apps instead of getting rid of them.

most of the requests were indeed fans spamming her inbox, some were small businesses asking if they could send over a random item for her to post on her story, but one of them was from her most recent ‘scandal’.

she couldn’t help but to let her cheeks crack up into another smile and just prayed madison wouldn’t look over.

christophersturniolo

heyyy, how’s life goin ??

though the message was more on the simpler side, and the fact y/n wasn’t really expecting chris to have the courage to message, she was glad that he did.

y/n immediately accepted the message, but when she went to reply her mind was blank. all she had to do was say life was good and ask how his was and the conversation would vary from there– but for some reason she couldn’t think of that.

“oh– fuck! i forgot my laptop at the studio” madison cursed, making the quickest U-turn. y/n looked over at the girl, “do we have to go back now?”

“unless you want to potentially forget every single song written ever, yes.”

y/n remained silent, not daring to test upsetting her friend.

she closed out of all apps so she could focus on lightening madison’s mood, not realizing she just accidentally ghosted chris.

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Ex’s and oh’s

Pairing: Garrick Tavis x scribe! reader, ex!Dain Aetos x reader

Plot: you meet Garrick during Reunification. The only problem? Your ex Dani doesn’t want you near Garrick or the other marked students.

A/n this is my second Fourth Wing post so please be kind. I know Xaden and the majority of the marked students didn’t attend reunification but for the sake of this story they did. 

Garrick was counting down the minutes until he and his friends were able to head back to their rooms. They despised Reunification Day because it was a cruel reminder that they lost their parents, and they were forced to attend.

Since he had nothing better to do, Garrick scanned his surroundings. That’s when he spotted you staring at him with your friends. He thought you were talking shit about him when one of your friends elbowed you in the ribs and whispered something in your ear.

To his surprise, you looked back at him and waved. Garrick didn’t know if you were waving at him or not but decided to wave back. That caused you to smile even bigger and whisper something into your friend's ear before you began walking towards him.

“I’ll be right back,” Garrick told Xaden, who was watching the entire exchange before meeting you halfway.

You felt yourself growing nervous when you were face to face with Garrick that you accidentally said out loud: “Hi, I’m y/n. Wow, you’re even hotter up close.”

Garrick let out a low laugh at your comment: “Thank you?”

“I’m so sorry, can’t believe I said that out loud,” you apologized: “What I intended to say was that I think you and all the other riders are brave for doing what you guys are currently doing for us.”

“I really didn’t have a choice on becoming a rider,” Garrick didn’t mean to come off as a dick with his response: “My name is Garrick, by the way.”

“I know, and I’m sorry about your parents.” You leaned close and whispered: “I thought what your parents did was admirable.”

Garrick was surprised by your revelation, especially on a night like tonight when they were celebrating the victory of the end of the rebellion. “My parents and I disagreed with everything that went down and were going to join the rebellion, but then-well you know what happened,” you added on, and that’s when he realized who you were.

He remembered his and Xaden’s father were in talks with your father about him joining the rebellion as well. They were excited that your father was planning on joining them. They thought if they were able to convince one of the king's most important allies to join the rebellion, there was hope they could convince others. 

Your parents never got the chance to follow through with the plan because they executed all of the rebellion's leadership the day before they were set to leave.

Since your parents didn’t technically join the rebellion, your parents were spared, but the king kept a close eye on your family.

You were too busy taking in Garrick's surprise facial expression that you didn’t notice Dain was storming over to where you and Garrick were standing: “Y/n, what are you doing here?”

“I’m celebrating reunification day,” you replied sarcastically.

“I know that, I meant what are you doing talking to him,” Dain points at Garrick: “You do realize he’s one of the marked ones right?”

Garrick couldn’t help but smirk at you as you rolled your eyes at Dain: “I know that Dain, and I don’t give a shit whether he’s a marked one or not. I don’t even know why you care that I’m talking to him we haven’t spoken in over a year. Might I remind you that you broke up with me a week after conscription day?”

Suddenly, Garrick got more invested in the argument that was unfolding in front of him. “Just because we’re not dating doesn’t mean I don’t care about you anymore, and people like Garrick are bad news.”

“You lost the right to care about me the second you tricked me into becoming a scribe instead of being a rider like I've always dreamed of. You knew how much I wanted to be a rider growing up. I’m glad Violet was smarter than me and didn’t listen to you when you tried the same shit on her.”

That statement caused Garrick to look at Dain in disgust. “Really Aetos?” Garrick looked over at Dain and noticed a guilty look on his face.

Dain sent a death glare toward Garrick before turning towards you: “H-How did you know I tried to get Violet to switch?”

“Did you forget that I was friends with Violet too?” you reminded him: “She also told me about the kiss you shared after threshing. Real smooth Aetos, real smooth.”

Dain grew embarrassed at you exposing him in front of everyone. Garrick would have pitied the man if it wasn't for the fact that he knew Dain deserved what was happening to him. “As much as I’d like to stay and get to know you better Garrick, I’d rather die than be anywhere near my ex,” you spoke to Garrick before you turned and started walking away.

Garrick didn’t know why, but he had the urge to go after you. “Y/n wait,” Garrick called out to you and caused you to stop in your tracks. Once he caught up to you, he asked: “How would you like to meet a dragon? My dragon?”

“Do you actually mean your dragon, or are you talking about your penis?” you teased and managed to make Garrick blush.

“My actual dragon,” Garrick replied: “Unless you want to meet my penis. In that case, I can show you that as well.”

Biting your lip, you shamelessly checked him out: “Unfortunately, I have to go. I have an early morning tomorrow, but I’d love to see your dragon another day. Both your real dragon and your penis.”

“Just say when, and I’ll be there,” Garrick made it seem like a joke, but he was being completely serious. In the short time he spent with you, he found himself smitten.

“Goodbye, Garrick,” you smiled at the dark-haired man one last time before leaving the celebration.

#garrick tavis x reader #fourth wing imagine #fourth wing x reader

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Heaven Can’t Help Me Now | Trevor

a/n: hahahaha i loved writing this and somehow my emotions are all over the place with the chaos this is.

“Trevor, I just want to sleep. Please shut up.” You grumbled as you shifted in your plane seat away from him. He had been nonstop talking since the moment you two had met up at five a.m for this trip and he was driving you insane. “Clearly someone is not a morning person.” He huffed as he grabbed one of the airplane blankets, unfolding it and placing it over you. “Here, get comfortable.” His words made you open your eyes just slightly and you noticed him shifting  in his seat so you could basically use him as a pillow. “Finally you’re being useful.” You grumbled as you tucked yourself into his side, his arm going around you. 

That was really the last thing you remembered because you fell asleep quickly but once the plane landed and you had to wake up you were in a much better mood. You stretched out your body, excited to get off this plane and finally use your legs on solid ground. “Is the princess more approachable now?” Trevor teased and you just rolled your eyes. The first stop after the plane trip was the hotel you two would be staying at and then you knew the other boys would meet up with you there.

As you walked into the hotel room you two would be sharing a look of confusion grew on your face. “Oh did you end up getting a separate room?” Back home you two had decided you were both okay with sharing a room and just getting two full beds but this was clearly just a one king bed. “Shit, no. I booked the two beds.” Trevor cursed as he looked through his phone at the reservations he made. “It’s fine, I’m sure Jack or Cole will let me crash in their bed.” 

All you could do was shrug in response and then you decided suddenly that it wasn’t a big deal. This was Trevor. You had just used him as a body pillow on the plane. “I mean we can share not a big deal. Just don’t hog the blankets, snore, or take up the whole bed. Also I don’t know if you sleep naked but you won’t be tonight.” You listed off the rules. Trevor nodded his head and it looked like you two were in agreement. “I’m going to check if the other boys are here.”

“Okay, I’m going to call Jamie and let him know we’re here safe.” As soon as Trevor exited the room, you called Jamie and it didn’t take long for him to respond. “Hey, we got here safe. Miss you already.” You playfully pouted on the video chat and he laughed. “Miss you too but I’m glad you both got there safely. Hey, real quick, is Trevor with you?” He asked and you shook your head. At this response he continued on “When you get back do you think we could talk about last night?”

“Yeah, of course.” You knew you both needed to talk about this and you weren’t about to avoid this conversation. Before either of you could say more the bedroom door opened and all three boys stumbled in and they were loud as always. “Bye Jamie, talk to you later.” You waved and the three boys came over to the camera to wave goodbye. The rest of the afternoon was fun, you got to go out with all the boys and you got a good laugh at their coordinating outfits, taking photos for them to post.

After that you all also decided to go out for some drinks and it was genuinely one of the most fun nights you had in a while. You were also very aware of the cameras consistently around recording and taking pictures and you knew that there would be a wildfire of rumors later on because there was going to be plenty of videos of Trevor with an arm around you or his hand in yours.

It was close to two am when both of you had stumbled back into your hotel room in a pitch of giggles. “Alright, let me go get changed.” You told him as you went to the bathroom, changing into much more comfortable sleep clothes before sliding into the bed. Both of you laid there in silence until Trevor turned the tv on. Of course the peacefulness didn’t last long as he purposely started to annoy you. He tugged most of the blankets onto his side, one of the main rules you gave him.

“Trevor, you’re hogging blankets.” You complained as you tried tugging them back and a giggle left your lips as his arm swooped you up and closer to him. “What are you cold, baby girl?” He teased, man did you really hate him sometimes. Okay, definitely not hate but he knew how to be annoying that was for sure. You were very aware suddenly of how his arm was still around and how his body curled around you. 

“This is much more comfortable.” He whispered and again you felt that thump in your heart like you had the night before with Jamie. You shifted your body so you could look at him and he didn’t look like he was anywhere ready to go to sleep. Instead his hand went to the side of your face as he leaned over, pressing his lips on yours. There wasn’t much thinking on your end except well Trevor was a really good kisser and you didn’t want to stop.

Your lips moved against his as he shifted his body so he was slightly hovering over you. The kiss was somehow between cautious and passionate and as his hands explored your body, it felt like you were suddenly on fire. You knew you two had been making out for a long while when you pulled away. “We should go to sleep, Z or else neither of us are making it out of this bed tomorrow morning.” You pointed out and he let out a small groan of frustration.

“I would definitely be okay with staying in bed with you tomorrow all day.” He pointed out but moved back over onto his side of the bed, still pulling you to his body. Again you sank into him comfortably but once he had fallen asleep with his arm around you was when the reality hit you of the situation. Jamie had almost kissed you yesterday and just now you had made out with Trevor. What in the hell did you just get yourself into?

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